#zayn is still number one forever and ever to me

[zaynsclitoris]

in ur harry styles era once again?

this just ate me up so bad i’m crying

[chelseachilly]

til you come back home

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: you really miss your boyfriend while he’s in the US for preseason, so you decide to give him a special surprise when he returns ;) warnings: smut, 18+ word count: 3.1k

author’s note: thanks for the request @a-little-bit-rascal​ ! also inspired by everyone (myself included) thirsting over all the ben content in preseason lmao. i hope this is something like what you had in mind ☺️ i’m not super experienced writing smut so bear with me but i hope people enjoy this, i have a couple more one-shots i’ll be working on in addition to the next chapter of this love. oh and the title is from i don’t wanna live forever by taylor & zayn

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Not to be too dramatic, but you’re pretty sure the two weeks Ben is away in the US for the preseason tour are the longest of your life.

You’ve been with Ben for a little over a year now, and you’ve always found him incredibly attractive. From the moment you saw him at a mutual friend’s party, you were drawn to him. It only took you one drink to decide that you wanted to sleep with him, and two more to actually go for it.

You’re very grateful you didn’t ask him what he does for a living until after he shagged you in your friend’s guest room, as you may have chickened out if you knew he was a hotshot footballer. And also because Ben found it incredibly endearing when you complimented his toned body afterward and asked if he played any sports in his free time.

A few days later, when he finally used the number you gave him and called you up, you were somewhat expecting it to be a booty call. The sex had been great, for both of you, so you weren’t totally surprised by that. You were surprised when he asked you to go to dinner first.

The rest was history, as you found it to be just as easy to fall in love with Ben Chilwell as it was to fall into bed with him.

Your sex life has never wavered since that first date, except for when he’s been away for games or injured and under doctor’s orders not to engage in any physical activities - though he certainly still tried.

Even after all this time, Ben still has a power over you that no guy ever has, the ability to make you crumble with one look from his piercing eyes or the touch of his hand on your thigh.

Which is why it’s incredibly frustrating when he’s looking so fit and he’s thousands of miles away in stupid America.

He’s been looking particularly good recently, and you’re not sure if it’s his tan from the summer holiday, the way his hair has grown out a bit, the extra time he’s been putting in at the gym, or maybe even the confidence he’s getting back after a tough season. Regardless of what it is, it’s really making it challenging to be apart from him.

Every time the Chelsea Instagram posts a picture of him training or he FaceTimes you from his hotel room, you find it increasingly hard not to drop everything at work and just fly to the States immediately.

Watching him play in the match against Wrexham, when he scores a goal in the 94th minute wearing the captain’s arm brand and proceeds to tear off his shirt on live television, nearly makes you scream out of sheer frustration.

How dare your boyfriend be so hot when you can’t immediately have him?

By the time the tour is over and they’re set to return to London, you’re bursting at the seams with pent-up desire. They’re supposed to land in London around eight that evening, and the thought of waiting for him to get through customs, take the team bus to Cobham, then get an Uber to your flat feels torturous.

As soon as Ben texts you that they’re about to take off and that he‘ll be at yours by ten, you decide you can’t wait that long.

You know they’re flying into Stansted, so you whip out your laptop and your credit card and book a room at the nicest airport hotel you can find.

You’re not only eager to finally touch Ben and have your way with him after two long weeks apart, but also to show him how proud you are of him. Despite all the adversity he’s faced over the past couple of years, he’s going into the new season with a positive attitude. He’s not only playing well, he’s taking on more of a leadership role within the club and showing everyone just how crucial he is to their success.

So you’re determined to make your reunion romantic and special for him as well, taking the opportunity to treat your boyfriend before another intense season.

You head over to the hotel in advance to set up the room for him, pulling out all the stops - champagne, rose petals on the bed, candles. You have a romantic playlist ready filled with songs you both love. Ben has frequently shown his love for you with romantic gestures, whether it be whisking you to Paris for a weekend or surprising you with fancy dinners, so you’re excited to be returning the favour for a change.

As their arrival time approaches, you head over to the airport and wait for him.

It seems to take ages, but eventually you see some of the boys begin to trickle in and your heart thumps with anticipation.

A few of the guys who you know well stop to smile and say hello to you on their way to the bus, all clearly a bit surprised to see you there.

“Hey, Y/N!” Reece says with a grin as he passes you. “Does Ben know you’re here?”

“No, it’s a surprise,” you say a bit sheepishly.

“He’s gonna lose his mind,” Reece chuckles. “Bro hasn’t shut up about you the entire time we were in the States-“

“Y/N?”

You look over Reece’s shoulder to see Ben standing there, luggage in hand, looking absolutely awestruck.

He’s wearing his club t-shirt and joggers, and his hair is a bit messy from napping on the plane. He looks adorable, especially his bright smile that only seems to be growing with every second that he looks at you.

You begin to run toward him on instinct and he barely has time to drop his bag before you’re throwing your arms around him and he’s catching you.

Ben’s arms wrap around your waist and he lifts you off the ground for a moment, spinning you around slightly with unbridled joy. It feels so good to be in his arms again, his warmth enveloping you.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Ben murmurs in your hair, pressing kisses to your shoulder. “How - I mean, why are you here? You didn’t have to pick me up from the airport.”

“I know, but I wanted to surprise you,” you say with a smile, pulling back to look at him and cup his face with both hands. “I missed you like crazy.”

Ben stares back at you for a moment, his eyes overflowing with affection, before leaning in to press a long overdue kiss to your lips. You sigh into the kiss and slide your fingers into his hair, tugging at it slightly.

“Best surprise ever,” Ben murmurs against your lips before deepening the kiss.

You continue to kiss him until you’re both out of air and you realize you can’t go any further in a busy airport surrounded by his teammates.

“Let’s go home,” Ben whispers, pecking your lips once more. “Did you drive?”

“Mhm, but I actually have another surprise for you,” you smirk, patting his cheek. “I got us a room at the Raddison across the street.” You lower your voice slightly. “So I can show you how much I missed you.”

Ben’s eyes light up as he realizes he’s going to get to have you a lot sooner than he thought, and he leans in to kiss you again.

“You’re amazing.”

Ben says goodbye to the boys, receiving a lot of knowing smirks and pats on the back before he hastily grabs his suitcase and your hand and begins to drag you away.

You both quickly make your way over to the hotel, holding hands tightly, filled with anticipation.

When you get to your room, you barely make it through the door before Ben is pushing up up against it and kissing you firmly, his bags discarded on the floor and his arms around your waist.

“I missed you so much,” he sighs against your mouth as you eagerly respond, your hands once again finding his fluffy hair and messing it up even more. “I missed this.”

“Imagine how I felt,” you say between kisses. “Having to watch you be all sexy on TV and you posting all those thirst traps on Insta-“

“Babe, they’re not thirst traps,” Ben defends, slipping his hand under your jumper so he can feel your bare skin.

“Well, it‘s still not fair for you to be looking so fit when I’m not able to have sex with you,” you whine, tugging at his shirt so he’ll get the message and take it off.

Once Ben has removed his shirt, you allow both your eyes and your hands to explore his toned shoulders and arms, gently squeezing his biceps.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Ben says with a small smile as he watches you check him out. “What’s my punishment?”

“I’m not going to punish you,” you say with a sly smile, pecking his lips once more before backing away from him, making him pout a bit at the loss of contact. “You’re getting rewarded tonight, Benjamin.”

“For the wins?” Ben asks, quirking an eyebrow.

“That, and for finally getting your arse home to me,” you smile, reaching out a hand for him to follow you further into the room.

Ben eagerly follows, his eyes lighting up once again when he sees the effort you’ve gone to for your little reunion celebration.

“I get all this just for coming home?” he asks, his voice thick with emotion and his eyes shining with awe.

You shake your head as you light a few of the candles and hit play on your Spotify, creating an even more romantic atmosphere.

“No, you get all this because I love you,” you say softly, shimmying out of the light sundress you were wearing to reveal his favourite black lingerie set. “This is what you get for coming home.“

Ben’s eyes darken and he wastes no time crossing the room to meet you, grabbing your waist and kissing you with such fervour that you immediately moan into his mouth.

His hands trail down to your butt and squeeze slightly before gripping your thighs and hoisting you up into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist and the friction making both of you sigh with pleasure.

He carries you over to the bed, the rose petals scattering as he lays you down and begins hastily removing his joggers. When he’s in only his boxers, he climbs over you and kisses you again.

The sight of him hovering over you, his strong arms holding him up and his fluffy hair in his forehead as he meets your gaze is enough to make you melt into the duvet, your centre already burning with desire.

“What do you want, baby?” you breathe as he begins to trail kisses over your neck and collarbone. “It’s up to you tonight.”

“I wanna fuck you,” Ben says in a gravelly whisper, making you throb even more for him. “Been too long.”

“Then do it,” you reply, bucking your hips upward, desperate for friction.

Ben doesn’t have to be told twice - he immediately brings one of his hands down to touch you over your underwear. He strokes the fabric for a second before slipping his fingers underneath and feeling your folds.

“So wet for me already, love,” Ben murmurs as he begins to rub your clit with his thumb, making you moan.

It doesn’t last nearly long enough before he’s pulling away, and though you want him inside you more than anything right now, you can’t help but whine a bit.

“Patience, baby girl,” Ben says, stripping off your knickers and tossing them to the floor.

He abruptly sits up, pulling you with him so you’re sitting in his lap, and kissing you passionately. You can now feel his hardened cock through his briefs against your bare pussy and it’s becoming torturous to go another second without him inside you.

“Ben,” you breathe between kisses. “Need you.”

“I thought I was in charge?” Ben comments, reaching for your bra clasp and removing it in one swift movement.

“You are, but-“

You’re shut up quickly when Ben takes one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks on it teasingly, making your eyes shut tightly with pleasure.

You run your hands through his hair as he pays attention to your breasts that he so clearly missed, eventually trailing his kisses back up your chest and to your lips.

You kiss him hungrily, tugging at his hair a bit and exploring his mouth with your tongue.

Much less gently than before, Ben flips you over and presses you down against the bed, continuing to kiss you as he finally rids himself of his boxers.

Glancing down at you, now laid out on the comfortable mattress completely naked with your hair fanned out against the pillows, Ben takes a moment to catch his breath.  

“You’re fucking unreal,” he exhales, dropping another kiss to your lips. “So beautiful.”

You blush a bit - of course Ben could find a way to fluster you with his words even as you’re moments away from him being inside you.

You kiss him once more before reaching down to take his length in your hand, and it’s already hardened enough that it only takes a few pumps of your hand before he’s fully erect for you.

He positions himself at your entrance and, despite both of your eagerness, waits for your small nod of confirmation as always before he sinks down into you.

You gasp and Ben lets out a low groan as he enters you fully, and he has to pause and hide his face in your neck for a moment to regain control before he begins thrusting into you.

You’re aware that two weeks isn’t that long, but it certainly feels like it’s been ages since you’ve done this. The two of you have a very healthy sex life, engaging in some kind of sexual activity nearly every day unless you’re both exhausted or Ben’s away for a game or something.

The pleasure begins to grow as Ben starts to pick up the pace and intensity of his thrusts, both of your sighs and groans mingling together.

“You feel so good, baby,” Ben says as he reaches up to tangle your fingers together, squeezing tightly. “Missed you so much.”

“I missed you more,” you sigh. “Had to get myself off after I watched you score that goal. Missed our tradition.”

It’s become a tradition since you’ve been together that you and Ben have celebratory sex after he scores a goal - as quickly as possible. Sometimes you have to wait until you get home, other times it’s happened in empty rooms at Stamford Bridge or even his car once.

“Fuck, so did I,” Ben groans, thrusting a bit harder this time and making you cry out. “Wasn’t as good, though. Nothing’s ever as good without you there.”

As Ben starts to go faster, you wrap your legs around his waist to shift the angle and get him as deep as possible, making both of you see stars as you’re approaching your climax.

“I wanna cum with you, baby,” Ben breathes, “are you close?”

“Mhm,” you manage to choke out as Ben’s cock hits a sensitive spot inside you.

Ben reaches down and lightly massages your clit with his thumb before thrusting into you once more.

The combination of him stimulating you and burying himself deep inside you makes you lose control, and you cry out his name as feel yourself coming all around him.

Ben is just moments behind you as he pushes into you one more time then crumbles with a low groan, collapsing on top of you.

You stroke his hair as you both come down from your climax, Ben pressing soft kisses to your collarbone.

“I love you so much,” Ben murmurs against your skin, sending a new wave of goosebumps across your body.

“I love you too, Ben,” you whisper, kissing his forehead.

Eventually your bodies stop twitching with reverberated waves of pleasure and Ben gently pulls out of you, leaving you with a peck to the cheek as he quickly runs to the bathroom to get a washcloth and clean you both up.

After you’ve sorted yourselves, Ben climbs back under the covers and opens his arms wide for you to climb into. You happily curl up against his chest, feeling his arms tighten around you, and you think you may have missed this almost as much as the sex.

“I hope you know you’ve set my expectations for coming home unreasonably high,” Ben jokes as he strokes your bare back with one hand. “I’m gonna need you to pick me up at the airport every time now.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” you respond sincerely, kissing his chest a few times. “Have I mentioned I missed you?”

“Once or twice,” he laughs, tilting your chin up for another long, tender kiss that makes your toes curl and your heart soar. “I missed you too. I’m so glad we have tomorrow off. We have a lot to catch up on.”

“That’s true, we still haven’t finished the new episodes of The Bear-“

“I meant sex, sweetheart, but that too,” Ben chuckles, “and loads of cuddles. It was so hard sleeping without you while I was gone.”

“I know,” you sigh, burrowing impossibly closer to him and his warmth. “My bed was too cold without you.”

You rest in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of Ben’s embrace, before resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.

“You ready for round two already, darling?” Ben asks with a relaxed smile, brushing his nose against yours.

Without a reply, you slip out of his arms and walk over to pour each of you a glass of champagne, still fully unclothed. Ben’s eyes remain fixed to your body the entire time.

When you walk right past the bed, Ben whines a bit and you can already picture his puppy dog eyes before you turn back around to face him.

“Where are you going?” Ben complains.

“I need a shower,” you say nonchalantly, taking a sip from your glass. “You ready for part two of your reward?”

Ben’s eyes nearly roll back in his head as he rushes to get out of bed comically fast, following you into the bathroom as you giggle at his excitement.

You realize later, after you’ve sucked his dick in the shower and he’s returned the favour back in bed, that you may have sent him the wrong message by rewarding him for driving you mad while he was gone, but oh well.

You’ve got a girls trip to Capri coming up in a few weeks, and you can think of a few ways to get your revenge.

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thank you for reading!! also let me know if anyone wants to be added to a taglist for any future ben fics! 💕

[allwaswell16]

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

Iconic Fics by...

- Layne Faire -

1.

Zayn hesitated just long enough to send the butterflies in Liam’s stomach into a frenzy, then nodded and turned away. He picked up his things, plucked his keys from a bowl on a side table, and opened the door. Quinn looked up at the sound and stood up quickly to follow. Liam grabbed his collar.

“Oh no you don’t, pal. You’re staying with me.”

“Thanks again, Li. I’ll call when I get in.”

“Please.”

The door closed softly behind him, followed by the sound of a car engine turning over. The crunch of tires on gravel slowly faded away, leaving Liam in silence, alone in the house of a man he wasn’t sure he knew anymore, if he’d ever truly known him at all.

2.

“Zayn, you know? He’s so far out of my league, that I figured if I lucked into that, then… well, I’d go with it and damn the consequences.”

“Wait! No! Fuck that, Liam!” Harry’s sudden outburst had Liam staring at him in shock. “Zayn is not out of your league! Who the fuck ever gave you that idea? You’re kind, caring, compassionate, and loyal to a fault.”

“Harry - you’ve just described a labrador retriever.”

3.

“Hey, Louis, it’s Harry... Styles... uhm, Zayn’s friend. And Niall’s, I s’pose. That’s why I’m calling. Niall said you might have a room to rent in your flat and that it’s available now? I need something kind of immediately, not too big, not too expensive. Niall said it could be what I’m looking for. So, uhm, if you’d, I don’t know, maybe give me a call back and let me know if it’s still available and how soon I can come by to give it a look and discuss things with you, that’d be great. I can pay the rent upfront, maybe buy some groceries. I cook, too, if that helps. I dunno. Just...  uhm… yeah, give me a call back.”

Louis played the message again, then a third time. He saved the number in his phone, with a simple H to mark the contact, then played the message one more time. Disbelief gave way to cautious elation. He texted a quick reply to Harry that he’d call once he got home, then typed out a swift message to Niall.

Bless you, ya Irish cunt. I’ll change nappies on your firstborn for a month.

4.

Zayn looked up. “I don’t think so. I might be teaching him dance, but it doesn’t negate how I feel about what he does.”

“Saving people’s lives and homes? Of course. Allah forbid he be so selfless.”

“Don’t be an arse.” Zayn settled back in his chair. “He beats people up for fun.”

“That’s a little simplistic, don’t you think?” Doni argued. “He fights in sanctioned boxing matches, under strict guidelines established by the boxing commission. He’s not street brawling after a few pints at the local. That’s hardly the same thing.”

- answers below -

1. Live a Thousand Lifetimes 

It’s 2025.

After secretly writing and producing their first album in ten years, One Direction is weeks away from releasing their first new single and announcing a world tour.

With the whirlwind about to begin again, Liam re-evaluates the last ten years - the fame, the money, the people who changed his life forever - and the person who walked away.

2. Untamed Hearts

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

3. Take Your Time

When Harry finds himself in the middle of a messy break-up with no place to live, Louis offers a spare room in his flat. Unbeknownst to Harry, Louis has been infatuated for years. Over the objections of their friends, who know the truth, Harry accepts. Can Louis survive Harry moving into his home…and closer to his heart? Will Harry see what's right in front of him?

4. Shadow Dancing

As a small child, Liam Payne dreamed of being a firefighter. He took up boxing to defend himself from school bullies, but never lost sight of his dream. 15 years later, Liam is set to be the youngest brigade watch commander in his district, and his recent boxing win puts him in line for the British national title - if he can learn to get out of his own way.

Zayn took his first dance lesson at 5, after watching his sister's tap class. At 18, when an injury derails Zayn's dream of dancing professionally, he sets it aside to attend university, but the lure of dancing proves too great to ignore. He becomes an instructor, and eventually, the owner of a small dance studio, where he encourages other dancers to chase their dreams.

When their worlds collide in a cacophony of misunderstandings, Zayn, confronted with his own biases, realizes there’s more to Liam than meets the eye, and offers to help him prepare for his upcoming fight.

While Liam learns to dance, Zayn learns the art of compromise, and along the way, they find each other.

And when tragedy strikes, Liam finds that Zayn’s love will help him face the shadows of his past, and give him the courage to believe in himself and his dreams for the future.

[fallingforel]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could do numbers 5, 23, 62, 63, and 69 from your prompt list with like the reader being part of one direction and Harry dating her, and she falls for brad from the vamps. Like could it be angst between Harry and the reader where they’re together but then he cheats on her with someone (idk any celebrity or something like he dated Taylor at one point I think) and she goes to Brad and they’re friends but he’s been in love with her since forever and he comforts her and they get together. Also just make Harry completely regret everything if you can (I live for the cheating with no second chance trope, it’s amazing ❤️) thank you so much!! Have a great day!

A/N hi my lovely here it is for you, hope you enjoy and I hope you like it. dont forget those that want to request one the prompt list is here

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PROMPTS 5, 23, 62, 63 AND 69: "you made your choice" "they didn't deserve you" "you think that this is easy for me" "I hate seeing you like this" "I don't like you...I love you"

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It was a well known fact that I was the 6th member and only girl in one direction, I was also dating harry from my band, on the outside things looked squeaky clean and it looked like we had a perfect relationship but we didn't we fought all the time, Harry was always jealous because I was best mates with Brad from the vamps, Brad and I have been lifelong friends as we both resided from the same part of Birmingham and we also went to school together. It wasn't my fault that I've always gotten along better with boys than I have with girls they were just easier to talk to and the fact that they weren't snakes behind my back.

So you could imagine Harry's reaction when I told him brad was coming tonight, even if he tried to hide it in the best way possible. I still noticed. It was hard not to, however we hadn't had a fight in three weeks and I wasn't about to start one now, I had just finally hoped that we were in an all right place.

"Brads coming tonight. He's in town got a show tomorrow, thought he'd pop by then celebrate with us as the end of this leg is today, was thinking we could go to his show tomorrow"

"mmh, yeah, be nice I 'spose"

"Yeah it would, come on we've got to get ready, we've got a show to perform"

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And the show went spectacularly well, I was at my happiest when I was on the stage with my band, with my fans screaming my name it was the most supportive feeling in the world, and I loved every second of it.

Now we were back in our dressing rooms ready to go out, It wasn't often we went out while on tour we'd only ever do it for special things like birthdays, end of legs or if someone new joined our team halfway through. Tonight though, we were celebrating the end of the leg of the tour we were currently on, zayn left a couple of months ago. And with Harry and I on rocky ground we all secretly knew that the band was coming to an end, we were all scared to admit it though, too afraid to say it out loud because then it would all become real.

I'm broken out of my thoughts by a knock on the door, which makes me wipe away the tears I didn't even realise were there, before I'm saying "COME IN" and I'm met with Harry peeping round the door

"Hey, hey. why are you crying my love? What's the matter?" "The bands breaking up isn't it?" "no? what makes you think that sweetheart?" "I mean, with Zayn leaving, you and I on rocky terms, we're all not the same people we were 5 years ago Harry, the bands dynamic doesn't fit anymore"

"Yes okay, zayn may have left, You and I may be on bad terms some of the time and yes maybe we have all changed, but nobody stays the same, it's pretty hard to do that darling, otherwise you wouldn't grow up. The dynamic still works all the same though. So for now, dry your tears, get a fit dress on and lets take our minds off this band breaking up nonsense"

And I do as he tells me joining them shortly in the addison lee taking us into the main part of london, so we could go to a night club. I was sat inbetween Harry and Brad and could feel the tension rising, more so from Harry than brad, Harry was being weirdly possesive with me and it didnt feel in a good way, like it usually does.

Soon arriving at the nightclub we all head inside and Louis takes Harry to the bar to get some drinks for all of us, even he could sense the tension meaning it was bad.

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"you did great tonight, y/n/n. Smashed it, if only you could've heard the chanting for your name. It was unreal honestly." Brad says from beside me perking me out of my daydream of nothing in particular.

"awwh, Braddy. You're sweet you" I say placing a kiss on his cheek as a thank you. I've always called Brad, braddy ever since we were in nappies because I was never able to pronounce my L's I soon learned, the name stuck around though.

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Having not seen Harry since he went to the bar, and hasn't come back since, It's been well over half an hour now, so I was getting pretty worried. So I decided to ask around if anybody has seen him.

"LOU! You haven't seen Harry have you? Haven't seen him since we got here." "No I haven't. Last I saw him was at the bar, said he was going back to you, that was about fifteen minutes ago" "thanks lou."

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10 minutes later Niall comes up to me interuptting the conversation I was having with Brad I had given up trying to find him he clearly didn't want to be found, "I heard you were looking for Harry, I found him, but you're not going to like it" "what Niall, where is he" "mens bathroom, that way" he says turning to point me in the direction of where the mens bathroom is.

Walking into the mens bathroom, I found a sight I didn't want to see, Harry going down on a girl, the girl that wasn't me. "OH WOW!" I shout earning both his and the girls attention. "y/n/n, baby-" "don't you baby me Harry, it is so clear what you think about me." "who the fuck are you?" the girl quips back at me. "his girlfriend honey, actually no his ex-girlfriend. Keep him he's yours he was a slag anyway" "oh thats rich coming from you y/n, I saw you getting close with Brad, a little kiss on the cheek" "we've always been that way and you fucking know it" "oh but it's so easy for you breaking up with me though isn't it, now you can run away with the btec version of me cause it's clear you have a type don't you" "YOU THINK THAT THIS IS EASY FOR ME? YOU THINK THAT I WANT TO BREAK UP WITH YOU? WELL I DON'T HARRY OKAY?, BUT ITS CLEAR WHAT YOU'VE CHOSEN, goodbye Harry, I'll see you soon for the american leg." is the last thing I say before I walk out of the men's bathroom and back to where Brad was sat.

"Y/n? are you okay?" is all he says before I break down crying and he wraps an arm around me. And an executive decision is made between the two of us that he's going to take me back to his for the night.

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In the taxi on the way back, I'm still crying and he still has an arm around me. "

what even happened? why are you crying?"

"Harry cheated on me" is all I can muster out before I'm a blubbering mess again

"I hate seeing you like this Y/n all I know right now is that he didn't deserve you, he never has but I've always been supportive of your relationship always been the shoulder to cry on because I'm your best friend and always will be here, and you know that"

And soon enough I'm on Brads sofa, with Brad laying down giving me a hug.

"you want to say something dont you?" I speak up breaking the silence between me and him. "yeah I do, and I don't care if it's the incorrect time, or what but I have to say it now, otherwise I never will, I dont like you y/n I love you, and I have for the longest time, and if you need time to heal I'm okay with that I can wait a little while longer for you darling" he says shocking me to my core, I will admit I always loved Brad, and I don't think I ever stopped not liking him I just think Harry was a distraction while I was away from him.

"oh brad, I love you too" Is the last thing I say before I'm pulled into a kiss from him and we make our way upstairs to his bed where we both reside for the night wrapped up in eachother and if we were to get stuck into each other as well, then that's nobody's business but our own

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

we're both awoken to a pounding on Brads door, so we both rush down and he answers it, revealing a disheveled Harry who looks like he hadn't slept. He tries to enter but brad pushes him back with the door "she doesn't want to speak to you Harry, You really fucked it this time" "please just hear me out y/n. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cheat, I love you so so so so much"

"You made your choice Harry, please just go. I don't want you here, just please leave, be better on yourself" which I was met back with silence and then the turn of footsteps up brads gravel drive was all that could be heard.

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— 1D Monthly Fic Roundup —

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for July 2023! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month in the order they were submitted to the blog. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​. You can find all our other posts here.

Happy reading!

＊ Not Safe For Work by bluegreenish / @greenblueish [E, 23k, Harry/Louis]

I want to drown myself in Harry’s scent until I smell like him.

“I think I'm open to trying that too. Sounds very good.”

Louis shakes his head a little to get out of the Harry’s-scent-spiral. “Huh?”

“The dish your finger's pointing at. I thought that might be what you’re choosing?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

or, the one where the boys work at Niall's fashion start-up 28 Programme Designs, and omega Louis has a lot of not safe for work thoughts about his colleague Harry, but little does he know that the alpha can read minds.

＊ Let The Ocean Worry About Being Blue by bluegreenish / @greenblueish [E, 5k, Louis/Harry]

In a society where young adults go through the so-called Colour Test which determines their affiliation to a Colour - Blue, Yellow, Red or Green - and thus where they'll live, work and socialise for the rest of their lives, Harry is finally about to take the Test. Born and raised in Yellow, he met his boyfriend when he was still a teenager - against the government's recommendation. Louis, however, changed from Yellow to Blue two years ago. The problem: Harry needs to receive a Blue Test result as well, because a relationship between two people who live in different Colours is forbidden.

＊ The Truth In Me by @hellolovers13 [G, 1k, Harry & Zayn]

Harry is ready to come out to her best friend. Series. Part 2 of She

＊ Hold On Tighter by @hellolovers13 [G, 1k, Harry]

Harry finally has the house to herself again. Or so she thought. Series. Part 3 of She

＊ Take the Moment and Taste It by @hellolovers13 [E, 4k, Louis/Harry]

“You made him a bracelet?”

“Yeah. It’s a whole thing, people make these friendship bracelets and trade them at the shows. I got a bunch from fans while I was there, but I wanted to give Harry one, with my number on it.”

“Your number as in 28, your squad number, or your phone number?”

Louis smirked. “You know which one.”

or Louis didn't get the chance to give Harry his bracelet in person, but Harry isn't one to leave fate alone.

＊ Glasgow by @hellolovers13 [T, 859 words, Harry/Louis]

Louis' first moments with his newborn daughter. Part 3 of When the City’s Sleeping

＊ Paris in the Rain by @aquamarinedaffodil [T, 17k, Louis/Harry]

“Of course, I want to go to Paris with you,” Harry declares fondly, pushing himself up with one warm palm on Louis’ chest. Pleased, Louis smooths his hands over Harry’s thighs and licks his lips. His vision narrows as his eyes crinkle with the grin unfurling on his face.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” His cheeks heat up as Harry stares at him with a mix of excitement and disbelief in his eyes, those gorgeous emerald eyes that have become Louis’ favourite thing to wake up to. Reaching for Harry’s hand on his chest, he interlaces their fingers, pressing a tender kiss to Harry’s knuckles. “Happy Birthday, baby.”

I love you, Louis thinks but doesn’t say.

That’s what Paris is for.

— Or Louis attempts his first-ever grand romantic gesture and things don’t go according to plan.

Series. Part 2 of Darling Universe

＊ Suddenly Last Summer by @disgruntledkittenface [E, 44k, Harry/Louis]

Louis is bored, rich and lonely. He has no reason to expect that this summer in the Hamptons with his friends will be different from any other – until he meets Harry. Suddenly he has someone who listens to him and cares about what he thinks. Someone who really sees him. But their happily ever after is forever marred by an incident at a party during Labor Day weekend, and Louis is left with a choice to make.

＊ A Social Construct by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf [E, 7k, Louis/Harry]

Five times Harry and Louis try to lose their virginity and one time they finally do. Part 4 of Swallow My Words

＊ does it always end in heartbreak? by fearsparks / @onlythebravest [E, 47k, Harry/Louis]

It was only when Harry and Niall were on the bus on their way home that Harry got the chance to ask him what he thought of Louis.

“He’s great. I really like him.”

“Yeah?”

Niall nodded. “Think you’ve found a jealous one though,” he added. “A jealous and protective one.”

Harry sighed. “If he stays.”

“You haven’t told him yet?”

“You think I wouldn’t call you the moment I did so and tell you?” His voice changed, turned a bit shakier, when he continued, “I’m going to. Next date. I just –”

(Life never plays out the way one wants it to and no one ever goes through it unharmed. A story of two relationships, two life stages and more than only two broken hearts.)

＊ Running Over Thoughts That Make My Feet Hurt by @enchantedlandcoffee [E, 4k, Louis/Harry]

Louis is the little league coach of 'The Ducklings', the team that Harry's daughter plays for. Whilst she tries her best, she doesn't quite have the skills so Coach Tommo steps in. He offers private lessons to try and help her, and if he gets in her dad's good books? Well that'd just be a bonus.

＊ Are you ready for a new sensation? by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [E, 2k, Harry/Louis]

Louis's never had his toes sucked. Harry can't let that stand.

＊ No (Birth) Control by @haztobegood [E, 2k, Louis/Harry]

They’d been so careful the past few years, ever since the twins were born. Two pups were quite a handful. But, the twins just turned four. They’d be nearly five. They knew someday they’d try for more. Was that distant someday finally now?

“Or maybe…” Harry paused unsure how to say what he was thinking. He bit his lower lip, averted his eyes. Would Louis be on the same page?

Louis waited a few moments before prodding, “Maybe, what?”

“Maybe we go without,” Harry said. Dropping his voice, he whispered a suggestion into Louis’ ear. “Maybe you could breed me for real this time.”

Or, An unfortunate situation left Harry without contraceptives a day before his heat.

＊ Into The Mist by @babyhoneyhslt [M, 15k+, wip, Harry/Louis]

Sneaking on board the famous pirate ship Compass Arrow to get a story for his journalist father, Harry must do everything to keep a low profile. But when one of the crew discovers him, hiding from the ruthless Captain Tommo becomes almost impossible.

＊ Meet In A Minute At The Rendezvous by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [E, 3k, Louis/Harry]

Harry and Louis' sons are on rival high school football teams. And whenever they play each other, Harry and Louis sneak off to hook up in the restrooms after halftime. They've never been caught yet -- and if they were, it's anyone's guess whether people would be more scandalized by what they're doing or who they're doing it with. When their sons are injured on the field, Niall comes to find them.

＊ Truth Is I'm Gonna Dare by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [E, 3k, Harry/Louis]

“Truth or dare?” Louis asks.Harry takes a sip from his beer. “Dare.”Louis’ eyebrows rise. “Feeling brave, are we?” His forehead wrinkles for a moment as he considers the possibilities, and Harry feels a pang of unease twist in his gut, though it’s quickly drowned by another sip of his drink.A billow of laughter rises up from below, some group of strangers wandering home from their own festivities, and a wicked grin spreads across Louis’ face as he peers down through the railing. “I dare you to piss off this balcony.”

Or, Harry and Louis are groomsmen for Niall and Shawn's wedding. At the bachelor party, they realize they have a few things in common.

＊ Make Me Your Aphrodite by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [M, 16k, Louis/Harry]

“I just – I don’t know." Harry sighs. "I go on so many dates, and they’re all just… nothing. The guys are boring, or they’re terrible in bed, or there’s just no chemistry. It’s just so frustrating. Enough to make a girl want to give up on men altogether.”

“I mean, I did give up on men, like a decade ago,” Louis says, laughing. “Have you tried dating girls?”

It’s meant as a joke, but Harry looks thoughtful. “Maybe I should,” she says. “I’ve considered it, but never actually tried – I mean, goodness knows it can’t be any worse than some of the guys I’ve gone out with.”

Louis blinks. “Wait, do you – are you serious?”

“Why not?” Harry says, pulling out her phone. “I’ll change my Tinder settings right now, look.” She taps the screen a few times, navigating through the pages. “If it doesn’t pan out, then oh well, I’ve had some nice conversations with some nice girls – not the worst thing. Maybe we can even be friends. And if it does…” She smiles. “Well. You know.”

Written for the 1D Astro Fic Fest, based on the prompting heavenly body: Venus.

＊ Ice, Ice, Baby by cherrylarry / @beelou [G, 1k, Louis/Harry]

Figure skater Harry takes Louis out on the ice for the first time

＊ (Gimme a Solution and) Watch Me Run With It by @lululawrence [NR, 21k, Louis/Harry]

This second, this minute, this hour, this day... hell, this week the trend was for Harry to feel overwhelmed. He was having a hard time not drowning in all of the responsibilities he had heaped upon himself and it had exhausted him. Beyond that, really. He had gotten to the point where he didn't even remember why he used to be so focused on getting back on stage every night.

Fine. Maybe this trend had been going on for even longer than a week. It might have even been months.

Harry is getting dangerously close to his breaking point, and that is when things start to change, starting with a favorite childhood sweet a member of the touring crew leaves for him in his dressing room.

＊ U-Pop Truck Stop by @kingsofeverything [E, 4k, Harry/Louis]

After driving their big rigs all day, Harry and Louis park at the same truck stop.

＊ In Shining Armour of Trackie and Trainers by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 [T, 9k, Louis/Harry]

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

Louis fucking Tomlinson.

＊ The Touch of Your Hand by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus [E, 8k, Harry/Louis]

Louis has decided to bite the bullet and get himself a dick piercing. He knows it’s going to hurt, but what he doesn’t know is how to calm down when he finds himself on the brink of a panic attack in front of the incredibly attractive piercer, Harry. Luckily, Harry is really sweet and offers to help ease his nerves.

＊ Proper Little Darling by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus [E, 6k, Louis/Harry]

Harry loves the days when Louis makes him dress up pretty and tells him not to go to the loo. Today is one of those days. Their fun, however, does not go quite as planned…

＊ I got me an appetite, now I can taste it by @enchantedlandcoffee [E, 935 words, Harry/Louis]

"Haz, are you sure about this? I don't want to hurt you, love." Louis asked, hovering over Harry's chest.

"Lou..." The omega whined, bringing his hands to the alpha's butt in an attempt to bring him closer. "You won't hurt me."

"Are you sure?" Louis asked again, staying rooted in his position until he was sure he wouldn't hurt the omega.

"I'm sure," Harry whined, moving his hands to the top of Louis' thighs. "How about this? If I'm uncomfortable in any way, I'll tap you twice, like this, okay?" The omega demonstrated the movement for Louis, tapping twice on the alpha's upper thigh.

OR Louis and Harry try something new in the bedroom.

＊ (drippin' on me) till my feet are wet by @justanothershadeofblue [E, 3k, Louis/Harry]

They’ve known each other so long, is the thing. More than a decade, at this point; their entire adult lives. They know each other with a deep and abiding familiarity, know each other's ins and outs, hopes and fears, secrets and kinks. There’s nothing hidden between them, and little that escapes each other’s notice.

All of which is to say, Louis knows exactly what Harry’s up to, making this huge pitcher of lemonade and waiting until the lads were out the door to bring it outside and press a cold glass into Louis’ hand. He’d poured the liquid carefully, sunglasses concealing his gaze as he filled it to the top.

“Drink up,” Harry had said, and Louis had, tipping the contents down his throat in one long pull, letting a few drops slip free and run down, chilled and sweet, into his short beard. He’d caught Harry’s eye and held out his glass for more. “Good,” Harry had said, voice deep, and filled it again.

＊ The Beautiful Game (Group Stage) by @justanothershadeofblue [E, 2k+, wip, ot5]

Neil: Right, lads, you ready for this?

LouLou🍋: bloody christ

Neil: Kick on the first game is in three days!!

Leeyum: kick on wut?

Neil: *slaps you* The Women’s World Cup, you eejit! Where have you been?

Leeyum: London mostly

Z: ☘️ gon 2 win it all thn?

Neil: Obviously! Have you seen Katie McCabe play lately?

Z: she is good u rt

Haz: What are we doing?

Neil: Right, there are 32 teams going in. Five elimination rounds. We’ll leave England and Ireland out of it, since we’re all biased there.

LouLou🍋: oh god here it comes

Neil: I’ve assigned us all six teams each. We’re playing old tour rules.

＊ Play for Keeps by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings [M, 18k, Harry/Louis]

Aside from being a supportive friend, all Louis expects from being dragged to an annual board game convention is boredom. Then, he meets Harry, and suddenly conventions aren’t as boring as he thought.

＊ Speed Dates and Slow Lanes by zita17 / @louisandtheaquarian [E, 35k, Louis/Harry]

Overworked drama TA and script reader Louis Tomlinson just wants to make it through the end of the semester unscathed when an impromptu road trip turns his relationship with his best friend and roommate Harry Styles upside down.

Basically, this is the story of what happens AFTER a pair of idiots try to become lovers.

Co-starring Harry’s vintage Mercedes named Delilah, with cameos by Shakespeare, mix tapes, Denny’s, Walmart, Frank Sinatra, Joshua Tree National Park, Harry’s crocheted bucket hat, and Louis’ mesh tank top.

Based on the prompt: "harry & louis not together but living together get into a fight, and harry goes: "get in the car” “what” “get in the car. we are going for a drive and we are not coming home until we figure this out" “harry, it’s 11pm on a tuesday” “so what. get in.” and they solve their issues and end up having to stay at a bnb cause they drove too far, and guess what yea baby there is only one bed."

＊ The Heart's Home by @homosociallyyours [T, 10k, Harry/Louis]

Louis is alone in the world, working long hours at a restaurant job that barely pays his bills, when he's roped into helping his bosses with a scheme. All he has to do is guard the special catch they've brought in, the one that they expect will bring them unbelievable wealth. But there's a problem: the creature they've caught is definitely half human, with the heart and soul of a human and the voice of an angel. Louis knows immediately that he can't let this mer-squid, Harry, become a wealthy person's dinner. As they spend more time together, growing ever closer, Louis realizes that he's got to find a way to get Harry back to his home-- the sea --even if the thought of losing him hurts and doing it means risking everything.

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1️⃣ don't make this easy (i want you to mean it) (E, 24k)

“Harry’s a player. All he does is chat everyone up. And guys like him are just--so ugh. He’s got that arrogant, self-assured smirk plastered to his face all the time. Always smug and stupid, like he could get anyone he lays his eyes on. All he does is make me mad and laugh all the time like he knows something that I don’t. That is so annoying.”

“But that’s just Harry,” Niall shrugged at Louis. “He doesn’t even try to flirt or anything. He’s just naturally charming, but that doesn’t mean he’s a player nor that he’s trying to get into everyone's pants. He’s just friendly. And he likes you. He doesn’t usually fall for people, but he fell for you.”

“Oh, should I feel special then?” Louis asked, snorting and rolling his eyes.

or Harry’s a frat boy who is head over heels for Louis and Louis wants nothing to do with him.

2️⃣ nobody shines the way you do (E, 115k)

“We might as well just date.”

Harry froze in his arms, his body stilled as he slowly lifted his head up at Louis to give him the most confused expression he’d ever worn. Louis literally wanted to fuck him into the next century. “What?” Harry asked. “Are you--.”

“No,” Louis said, shaking his head before Harry could go far with that idea and trap Louis into confessing his own feelings. “I mean...like I think I have a plan?”

“A plan?” Harry said slowly. “A plan other than me going to Peter’s tomorrow and groveling for hours; maybe even days?”

The thought of Harry doing that made Louis’ skin burn, but he schooled his expression well and nodded swiftly. “There will be no groveling. Well, there will be, but not on your end.”

or Louis pretends to be Harry’s boyfriend to help him win back his douchebag ex-boyfriend, but things don’t go according to plan.

3️⃣ please don't be in love with someone else (E, 18k)

Harry ran after Niall, out the door, pausing at the doorway, realizing he was only in his boxer briefs and yelled out, “Niall! You forgot your lunch.”

Just as Niall paused from all the way down the hall, the door opposite theirs opened and the hottest boy Harry had ever seen walked out, eyes widening when he spotted a half naked Harry.

Harry was so fixated upon the boy across from him, who was staring right back with his mouth now hanging open, he’d missed it when Niall bounded back towards him and grabbed the lunch before popping a kiss on his cheek and leaving again. The kiss snapped Harry out of his daze and he let out a breathy laugh as the pretty boy walked out furthermore, closing his door behind him. He gave Harry a small smile back, raising his eyebrows in amusement while looking down past Harry’s waist and then back up.

or The one where Harry and Louis are neighbors and there's a lot of overthinking, misunderstandings, Backstreet Boys sing alongs, embarrassing moments in the hallway, and pining. They somehow still make it work.

4️⃣ speak now or forever hold your peace (E, 23k)

“So, Louis is getting married.”

Zayn just blinked at him and gave a single nod in response to Harry’s sudden topic change.

“That’s all?” Harry asked. “That’s all you’ve got to say about it? Louis is getting married and all you do is nod your head?”

“What do you want me to say?” Zayn burst out laughing. “I didn’t realize that Louis was someone we still talked about.”

“He’s not,” Harry said firmly. “But right now --.” Harry let out a shaky breath and ran a hand through his hair. “Louis is getting married, okay? And he sent everyone an invitation -- he let everyone know -- but me.”

or, the one where Harry crashes Louis’ wedding. (A Love, Rosie AU)

5️⃣ you are in love (E, 270k)

The one where there’s late night coffee runs with deep conversations, lots of frat parties with cute frat boys, TV show references, numerous social network interactions, first kisses in the rain and a slow burn love story between two unlikely people.

HIDDEN GEM:

💎 go ahead, rip my heart out if that's what love's all about (E, 65k)

Nobody really understood Harry and Louis. Not even Louis. But for Louis, the world began and ended with Harry, and there were certain things he just wasn’t capable of explaining.

or A NorCal AU where Louis is the town troublemaker and everyone hates him except for Harry.

[evilovesyou]

7 21 55 89 100 💌

I know the craze is over by now but this is still fun so !!!! I will give you my fave lyrics from the songs you picked 🩷

#7 Fight Club by Giant Rooks

Shattered to pieces by the end of the night Oh, I've been taught To swallow my pain Instead of talkin', I've poisoned my brain Now you can say what you want, pay what you want I'ma drown myself in the depths of the internet

#21 Flip A Switch. by RAYE

Now I'm over the man who was sleeping underneath me Said I couldn't live without you when I loved you Well, I lied and you shouldn't have believed me

#55 Baby Annihilation by Fall Out Boy

Time is luck and I wish ours overlapped more or for longer

But honestly you should listen to this one or read it at least. It's essentially just a beautiful poem.

#89 Rose Colored Lenses by Miley Cyrus

Never wanna leave this room Daydream, déjà vu If I had control over you We could stay like this forever, lost in wonderland

#100 False Starts by ZAYN

No one ever has to know But I know I have to go Yeah, I'm shakin', my heart's naked Out of control

send me numbers and i'll give you my fave lyrics from my spotify wrapped 💌

[violetsareblue-selfships]

self ship ask game: pre relationship!

(source) - zayne edition - gonna answer only for the current events of the game (there's too many canon aus i could delve into but we'd be here all day lol)

❤️ how did they meet? was it love at first sight, immediate enemies, or something in between?

we met as kids! (i don't wanna go too into it in case the game does lol) but we ended up separated for a few years so I'll go for when we meet again. Haven't figured out the specifics (whenever I end up writing this then it'll be set in stone but), we run into each other at either a cafe or a library and recognize each other. I'd have to be the one to approach (given that the reason we lost touch is he was afraid of hurting me & my sister with his evol so) but we end up exchanging numbers so we can talk more. It's more like love rekindled than love at first sight (given we definitely had small puppy crushes on each other when we were younger)

🧡 how do they become friends? do they ask up front or is it a gradual realization?

hah, we get to skip this step as adults lol - as kids it's literally as easy as asking but again, there's a chance the game could go into their first meeting more so I'll leave it at that). As adults, it's like i still view him as a friend (and he's the same way) so it's pretty unspoken. it's like we kind of just melt back into each other's lives seamlessly without trying

💛 what are their favorite activities to do together? or what do they usually do when they spend time together?

for indoor activities, it's kind of parallel play - like I'm reading or writing or w/e and he's doing his own thing and we'll occasionally comment on it to the other. outside, picnics, strolls, things like that. lots of visiting libraries together or going to cafes/different restaurants. basically anything where we're together and get to talk to each other <3

💚 do they both realize they have a crush early on, or does it take them forever to realize?

again we skip this since we basically had crushes when we were younger; it's basically immediately that we realize that the feelings are still there -- it's like we're being pulled to each other so it's pretty obvious

🩵 do they both act different once they realize they’re falling for the other? maybe stuttering or fidgeting or daydreaming more often?

he's a lot softer with me than other people (not that he's like mean to others, but there's a noticeable softness towards me), but otherwise, he's the same as ever. for me, i have moments where i get even more flustered than usual or I'll catch myself staring at him (he does the same so :3)

💙 do they pine and yearn for each other quietly, or can they not stop talking about the other to their friends/family?

his yearning is quiet. maybe the other doctors/nurses could figure it out, especially if they pay attention while I'm visiting his office. for me, I'm a lot more louder about it - like I'm rambling to my sister and to Caleb (our other childhood friend) to the point where they know my feelings and are insisting I confess and whatnot.

💜 how do they confess? is it a grand gesture or in a more mundane moment?

so it's at Snowcrest but like he's going up there to help that doctor with his research & stuff like normal and he invites me because he knows that scenic places like that are good for inspiration for my writing. Some kind of soft conversation happens outside while we're waiting for the aurora to appear and I end up confessing and he returns my feelings. we end up sharing a kiss under the aurora and <3

[winterrhayle]

cAn yOu rAtE rEpUtAtiOn dEarY aNd I'Ll wRitE sOmeThiNg wInlEt fOr yOu

HELP IM BRIBED SO EASILY OK:

delicate - OHHHHHHHHHHH THIS SONG MAKES ME FEEL THINGS,,, WHENEVER ITS PLAYING I IMAGING THAT IM DANCING IN THE RAIN LIKE TAYLOR DOES IN THE MUSIC VIDEO

call it what you want - this one and delicate are actually joint first in my ranking for rep,, theyre just so wholesome and i love them so much theyre my babies omg

new years day - also soo whilesome and i love this as a simple closer for such a highly produced, chaotic album. it really does make you feel like youre cleaning up after a long day,, ALSO THE LYRICS 'PLEASE DONT EVER BECOME A STRANGER WHOS LAUGH I COULD RECOGNISE ANYWHERE' HURTS SO BAD BECAUSE JOE IS A STRANGER WHOS LAUGH SHE COULD RECOGNISE ANYWHERE NOW :(((((((((( ACTUALLY DEVESTATING.

dress - not so wholesome ! but best believe i will be singing this song LOUD,, also when she talks about joes buzz cut and her bleached hair its so funny because idk how either of them pulled eachother that night😭 they looked so silly (i <3 bleachella though in a campy way)

king of my heart - ok this ranking is so hard to do bc half of these songs are about how her and joe are gonna be together forever and in this one shes literally like 'is this the end of the endings' and then they ended. so...

getaway car - sorry this song is acrually so hilarious im so sorry tom hiddleston 😭 i do not condone cheating but the way taylor admits to it here?????????? so proudly????????????? girl😭😭😭😭😭😭 ohh and the bridge takes my soul to another DIMENSION I LOVEEEEE KEY CHANGES

look what you made me do - ok the thing about this song is that you cant understand it without undestanding the context, the comeback from a year of silence with the snakes used against her,, the music video (which is the best mv of all time btw,,,, ive been decoding it for years now) etc etc i could talk so long about it,, also the rep tour version of this >>>>>>>>> so good

...ready for it - ICONIC ALBUM OPENER ( I WAS NOT READY FOR IT !!!!! 2017 ME HAD NO IDEA !!!!!!!!!!!)

i dont wanna live forever - ok guys can we just talk about how taylor literally has a collaB WITH ZAYN MALIK. WHY ARENT WE TALKING ABOUT THIS SONG MORE. WHAT. i love both of their higher registers in their voices so sos so so much

so it goes... - underrated bop, taylor was so wrong for not playing it on the rep tour because 'you did a number on me, but honestly baby whos counting / i didnt know you were keeping count (lyric from high infidelity,, which is about calvin harris,, aka the last long relationship she had before joe) IS GOLD

this is why we cant have nice things - i love it when taylor talks to the people who wronged her like theyre children,, its so satisfying

dont blame me - this used to be higher up but ive heard it so many times now so its getting a little ruined😭but the OHHHH LORD SAVE ME MY DRUG IS MY BABY ILL BE USIN FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE (USIN FOR THE REST OF MY LIIFE OOOOOOOhoooOoooooooOOOOOOOOOO O HHHHH) will REMAIN ICONIC TILL THE END OF TIME

dancing with our hands tied - the lyrics are so good and this song feels super nostalgic because the production is very reminiscent of a lot of the songs you hear in 2017 ahhh

i did something bad - i love how she was saying this even though at that time she actuually hadnt done anything bad😭 but this was necessary for the snake character so slay queen🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍 ohh also the dyuuuh dhu dhu dhu dhu dhu dhu IS SO ICONIC,, THE WAY SHE WOKE UP AT NIGHT WITH THAT IDEA AND RECORDED IT??? LMAO????????

end game - WHY DID SHE LET ED SHEERAN RAP LMAOOOOOO SOBBING,,, HE WOULD FIT ON LITERALLY ANY ALBUM BUT THIS ONE😭also this is another one of those depressing rep songs bc joe was NOT endgame

gorgeous - ok i didnt like this song for literal years,, i like it now but its still in the bottom half of my overall ts ranking,, however i DO love the lyric about her cats and the *ding* after

[there-are-45-chameleons]

I have a bunch of playlists, but this is from my favorites. I've skipped one duplicate artist.

Karma - AJR. AJR are the best lyricists I know. Also, near the end of this song is an incredibly evocative aural impression of anxiety.

Trouble - Imagine Dragons. My oldest favorite band. The album Smoke + Mirrors evokes memories of times with @happy-quack in our early teenage years :)

I / Me / Myself - Will Wood. "I wish I could be a girl, and that way / You'd wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend."

Forever Young - Alphaville. A recommendation from my beloved dad.

Animals - Maroon 5. I used to consider them one of my favorite bands, when I was just first getting into music (besides classical music). I still like a decent number of their early-2010s songs.

I Don't Wanna Live Forever - ZAYN and Taylor Swift. Nothing to say about this, besides that there's something about one of the singers that my irl mutuals will recognize.

Cologne - Pentatonix. I LOVE acapella. And of course, nobody does it better than PTX.

Mi Gente - J Balvin and Willy William. Simply too catchy.

It's Raining Men. Iconic. If I ever did a drag performance to a song, it would be this one.

Minimum Wage - They Might Be Giants. MINIMUM WAGE... YAH!!

tagging @happy-quack @generally-proven @bacon-neko @adaptingant @nullspace-mustard @topoillogical @misto713 @aro-manita-muscaria @sowearecleariamhere @abalidoth but all only if you want :)

Thank you for tagging me @lamoorgalore :D !!!

Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. No skipping!

I’m also going to describe the vibes from each song in short as well. This is from my library on Spotify, because I have 122 playlists on there, so there's a lot of whiplash.

1. What Do I Do - Thumpasaurus. A mental health positive song about being unsure what to do. Nice and crunchy with funky vocals.

2. Just Started - The Iron Eye. A jam, haven't listened to it in a hot minute.

3. Life After Salem - Lil Nas X. I'm gay.

4. Bloom - IAMDYNAMITE. GREAT harmonies with a nice drive behind it.

5. Nothing Personal - Night Riots. If I'm gonna listen to a slower song it needs to have a backbone.

6. Arcana - Edgard Varèse. I'm a recovering award winning band kid.

7. From God's Perspective - Bo Burnham. I was really into him in high school.

8. Mutiny Below - Ludo. I was also gay and depressed in high school.

9. You Make My Life 1UP - Nanahira. I like one singular rhythm game and this song was tough for me but also a banger so I listened to it a lot before I FCed it.

10. Junk DNA - Demob Happy. I don't like classic rock but I like it when people put new twists on that sound.

Tag Time! @loulblue @aulupine @sk8ergrandma @ganbare-ganbare @bottledplants @dopegrandma @infectedwiththebumbles @there-are-45-chameleons @nanabananab @technophage if y'all are interested! :D

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They kiss on the ring. I carry the crown (Chapter 3)

You should probably be glad that you got away from Yakuza boss Sukuna, but somehow it doesn't feel that way. Instead, you are left wondering if you really dodged a bullet or if maybe you lost the love of your life.

Chapter 1 ++ Chapter 2 ++ Masterpost

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Mafia AU, smut, fluff Playlist: Mafia AU The songs for this chapter: I don’t wanna live forever by Zayn & Taylor Swift ++ Curse by Dxvn ++ Let me love you by Ariana Grande Word Count: 5k Warnings: 18+, smut, light angst, mention of Yakuza-related violence (amputated fingers, illegal business. Implied murder in later chapters), occasional use of the name Daddy throughout the story, biting/scratching, creampie. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

You didn't talk to Sukuna for weeks.

It was one of the hardest things ever. He still called you in your office every other day, just like in the beginning. And you sat there, digging your fingernails into your desk to keep yourself from taking the call. The temptation to hear his sexy voice again was so big. The longing you felt was excruciating.

You wanted to answer his calls. But you told yourself you shouldn't.

Your boss asked you if you planned to show any new objects to Sukuna. And you just tried your best fake smile and told him that Mr. Itadori didn't want to buy at the moment.

At least Sukuna didn't force you to speak to him by calling your boss directly or something like that. He also didn't text you. And after two weeks, the phone calls stopped too.

You knew you should be relieved that this temptation was gone now, at least. But the truth was that you still waited for another call every day. Your nerve ends were on high alert all the time. It was pathetic the way you jumped when your phone actually started ringing. Only to slump down in your chair with a disappointed groan when you saw that it wasn't Sukuna's number.

You assumed that he stopped calling you out of respect. Or maybe he just didn't care, and the phone calls to your office had just been business calls after all?

But if he didn't care, he wouldn't have sent you flowers, or would he?

In the first week after your breakup, you were surprised to see the ginger-haired young woman waiting for you in front of your door again. On the first day, she held out another beautiful bouquet of red roses to you with an almost rude smirk on her pretty face. The smirk got replaced by a frown when you declined the flowers.

"Um... ok. But there's also a letter. You want that at least?"

"No, thanks. Sorry that you had to come here in vain."

She had been back the following evening, and you had refused the flowers and the letter again. The same thing happened on the third day.

"He really fucked up, huh?"

"No... it's...it's just... It's complicated."

You can't say what made you say the next words. Maybe you wanted to get another reason to tell yourself Sukuna was bad for you. Whatever it was, you felt the need to add:

"You probably have to deliver flowers and letters and other fancy gifts to a lot of women for him."

"Look, I don't want to gossip about Sukuna. But I'll tell you this much: he never had me deliver something to any other woman before. You're the only one."

You lay awake almost the whole night, plagued by Nobara's words and the memories of your time with Sukuna. And even worse, by the what-ifs.

Maybe you should have read the letters he attached to the flowers. What if he had something important to say? Something that would make everything ok again.

How did Sukuna feel about this? About you? Did he miss you as much as you missed him?

What had there been between the two of you? You had been dating. You had been lovers. But you had no idea how to define what kind of relationship the two of you had. You never talked about it.

Neither of you had said the famous three words. And now you would never find out what exactly it had been between you.

What if he told you how he felt in one of those letters?

But what would it change? He was still the Yakuza boss, and you didn't belong in his world. Or you shouldn't want to belong in it.

It always came down to that.

But that didn't mean that he wasn't on your mind constantly. On the contrary, Sukuna haunted your waking thoughts just as much as your dreams, in which you were still at the beach house, and you heard his laugh and saw his pretty smile and felt his strong arms hold you tightly.

You had a lot of time to think about things. To obsess over them. And you had to admit that you had no excuse. You couldn't blame it on naivety.

You had known it all along. You had known who Sukuna was, what he was, what a man like him did. And yet you had chosen him, had wanted him, had consumed him like a drug you couldn't get enough off.

This one was on you. You had decided to play with fire, and now you didn't get to complain that you'd gotten burned.

Sukuna had come into your life like a tsunami and pulled you into the darkest waters. But you had liked it there in his dark kingdom, by his side.

You liked his arrogant smirk and the condescending things he said. You liked the way he just grabbed you and pulled you on his lap as if you were his property. The way he fucked you like no other ever had, so rough, so dominant, with so much confidence. You liked his possessiveness, his passion, and the power he held.

And you liked that other side of him too. You liked that this dangerous man looked at you with such an affectionate look in his eyes. That he smiled at you, with a genuine smile that made him look so beautiful that it took your breath away. That he could not just fuck your brains out with hard brutal thrusts but also knew how to make sweet love to you, moving slowly on top of you while he kissed you tenderly and stroked your hair.

In those moments, it had felt like love. Maybe it had been.

But now it was over, and you didn't know what to do to forget about it. How could you go back to being the old you? The person you had been before Sukuna? It felt impossible.

Sukuna had left his marks on your body when you were still together. Those traces of his claim on you had long faded. But during those lonely weeks after the breakup, you realized that he had also left another mark on you. An invisible one. On your heart.

He had made you his, and now you didn't know how not to be that anymore.

Three weeks, six days, and 3 hours.

The thought crossed your mind when you locked your office that evening. That was how long it had been since the last time you had seen Sukuna.

You were irritated by the fact that you were even counting the hours. It was pathetic. Pathetic that you still secretly hoped he would call again or send more flowers, more letters you wouldn't read. Or maybe now you would read them.

You tried hard to stay busy to stop yourself from thinking about him constantly. But once you got home, it was the same every evening: you broke down crying because all you wanted was to hear that velvety deep voice, warm as a caress, asking you about your day. You wanted to feel strong arms wrap around you, lift you, and carry you to bed.

You left your office trying to come up with something that would distract you until it was time to fall into a restless sleep.

It started raining the moment you stepped out of the building, and of course, you didn't even have an umbrella with you. You sighed, zipped up your jacket all the way up to your chin, and started your walk home.

But you had only walked a short distance when you noticed a car driving suspiciously slow next to you. When you turned your head, you saw a black S-Class with black-tinted windows.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. You knew this car.

Before you could come up with what to do, the window in the back rolled down, and your gaze fell on familiar slicked-back pink hair.

You stumbled over your own feet and struggled to stay upright. Your heart was pounding so fast that you felt dizzy from it. What was Sukuna doing here?

What do I do now?

You stopped walking and turned slowly towards the car, glaring at the window, which was now almost completely open and revealed Sukuna's glinting maroon eyes and that infuriating lazy smirk on his face. The face which was far too pretty for a Yakuza boss.

"Need a ride? The rain is really heavy."

"Are you following me? Do you have nothing better to do?"

Looking back at it now, you laugh about yourself. The nerve you had!

You had been crying about this man every night for almost four weeks, being so lovesick and yearning so much for him, but there you were, acting annoyed to see him. Luckily Sukuna wasn't the type of man who got discouraged by hostility.

He just raised an eyebrow and laughed softly.

"Ooooh, someone's pissed. Long day? Come on, hop in. I'm on my way back from a meeting. Saw you and felt bad about just driving past you in this weather."

He opened the door wide, not waiting for your answer but just slid over to the other side of the backseat, making room for you and waiting for you while watching you with an unreadable expression.

His poker face.

The funny thing was that this was what gave him away. He usually didn't wear that expression when he was alone with you. The fact that he felt the need to put it on now let you know he wasn't as unaffected as he acted.

Maybe it was the rain. Maybe it was the yearning in your heart. Maybe it was the way Sukuna looked at you. You can't really say what it was. But you got into his car.

The moment the door closed behind you, it felt like you were in another world again. The loud city noises and the rushing of the downpour were drowned out effectively by the luxurious car.

The only sounds you heard were a slow song playing softly on the car audio and the rustling of your clothes as you tried to slip out of your soaking wet jacket.

You almost jumped when strong hands landed on your arms, and Sukuna helped you take off the coat.

You tried to calm your breathing, but his hands felt so reassuring. You had missed their touch so much. The strength and the confidence with which Sukuna always held you.

You knew at that moment that it had been a mistake to get into his car. You were bound to do something stupid when he was so close to you. He still had all this power over you.

Your gaze flickered to the car door. For a split second, you wanted to bolt out of the vehicle and run. But right in that moment, the driver started to drive again, and Sukuna's deep sexy voice interrupted your reeling thoughts.

"(y/n), look at me."

You gulped but turned your head slowly. Sukuna was leaning against the car door on his side, looking so good in his black suit and black shirt with the dark red tie that it should be illegal. But, on the other hand, it already was, right? Everything about this man was illegal. A desperate-sounding laugh escaped your lips.

"What do you want, Sukuna?"

He let his head fall back against the window, watching you with an intense look in his pretty eyes.

"I want to apologize."

In your countless daydreams, you had heard those words so many times. You had imagined several different scenarios, some with a happy ending, some with you storming off. But now that he said those words, all you could do was stare at him dumbfoundedly. But Sukuna continued unfazed:

"The whole thing with Todo and Toge. The setup. I shouldn't have done that. It's what I usually do, but in this case, when you were involved, it wasn't right. And the fingers... I understand why that freaked you out, and your reaction was only understandable. I didn't want you to see that, and I regret it deeply. I tried to keep you away from these aspects of my world. I'm sorry. I never wanted you to get hurt."

Your heart was fluttering in your chest nervously. Sukuna's voice was so gentle, his words so carefully placed. You knew that he had thought about this a lot. He cared. He actually cared.

"Thank you.."

But he wasn't finished yet.

"I treated you like a thing I own, and that wasn't right. You are much more than that. And I apologize for that too. I wanted to do this sooner, but you never answered my calls. And you sent all the flowers I had delivered to you back."

"You know there is this neat thing called text messages, too. Or voice messages."

"That's not something you say via text message or something like that. I am old-fashioned when it comes to that."

The smirk was back on his face, and the amusement evident in his smooth deep voice. And you couldn't help but mirror him, feeling a smile tug at the corners of your lips.

"Yes, you are."

"Here. Take this, please."

He held out an envelope to you.

"What is that?"

"A transfer of ownership for the penthouse you showed me on the day we met."

Your eyes widened.

"What?"

"I want it to be yours. It's the least I can do."

"The penthouse? Are you crazy?"

"For you? Maybe."

He shrugged and laughed softly. Always the flirt. Always so smug. And he still drove you crazy with it. He still made your heart race. He still made you want to have him on top of you and grind you down until you couldn't remember your own name anymore. It was infuriating that he had such an effect on you!

"Are you trying to buy me?"

Another laugh escaped his mouth.

"No. It comes with no strings attached. You can take the apartment and leave this car anytime you like, and you never have to see me again, if that's what you want. See it as part of my apology."

"I... Sukuna... I don't want the penthouse."

"I promise you, there isn't anything shady going on."

"No, that's not it... I... I just don't want it. I would never take such a gift. You don't have to give me anything."

"Then tell me what else I can do."

The playfulness was gone from his tone. Instead, he sounded remorseful. He didn't have to say it out loud. You could hear the unspoken promise. I will do anything.

"You don't have to do anything. I accept your apology. If you accept mine too."

"You don't have to apologize for anything, darling. You lived a normal life as a real-estate agent before you met me, and then one unfortunate day, you opened a box of amputated fingers. I think your reaction was justified. Don't apologize for that. It's natural that you were upset and that you left."

There was an almost melancholic look in his eyes. Seeing it made your heart clench painfully. You didn't like the direction this was going.

It sounded like a goodbye. Like he thought you wouldn't want to see him again.

Suddenly you couldn't keep the calm facade anymore. All the weeks of missing him, all the sleepless nights, lying awake and crying over him, it all came crashing over you in that moment. Your sight was getting blurry from tears gathering in your eyes, threatening to spill over.

"Kuna.."

You hated how small your voice sounded, but Sukuna's reaction was immediate. He pushed himself off the car door and scooted closer to you. A warm hand cupped your cheek tenderly as he mustered you with worried eyes.

"What's wrong, darling?"

And you leaned into his touch, let out a shaky breath, and closed your eyes for a moment to bask in the gentle reassurance his strong hand offered.

You knew that you were probably all kinds of crazy, but you wanted to stay like this forever. You had missed the touch of his hand. And you wanted it back.

You wanted back his strong arms that made you feel so safe, his smirk that made your heart flutter, his voice that was warm like honey.

You wanted to see him smile again, just for you, wanted to see that special look in his eyes when you caught him looking at you.

You wanted to have those stupid conversations with him again, where he teased you and made you flustered. You wanted to hear him laugh again, sounding so carefree and happy.

You wanted back what you used to have with him. It didn't matter what came with it. You could deal with it. You could accept all of that, his dark side, too, if you could just have him back.

You wanted Sukuna.

"I don't want to leave."

Your voice sounded too choked up, but you couldn't even feel embarrassed about it.

A single tear was slipping out of the corner of your right eye. But it was caught by Sukuna's thumb, and he wiped it gently away. He was looking deeply into your eyes,

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Then come back to me."

There was a moment of silence where you just looked into each other's eyes.

And then both of you moved forward at the same time. Sukuna's strong hand cupped the back of your head to pull you to him just as your hands reached out to grab the collar of his shirt.

And then his lips were on yours again.

You sobbed as your mouth opened against his, overwhelmed by the feeling of his soft lips on yours after all the weeks of longing for him. All those weeks without him. All the pain. All the heartache.

And now it felt like you could finally breathe again.

The kiss was messy, urgent. Both of you were so eager to ravage the other, lips opening needily, teeth clashing, tongues licking at each other hungrily.

You made a desperate sound, a high-pitched whine followed by a moan. And suddenly, Sukuna's hands were on your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

You straddled him all too happily, wrapped your hands around his neck, and pressed your body flush against his, moaning when you felt his firm chest press against your breasts. You were sure you would die if you didn't get to feel his soft lips on yours again.

Sukuna's hands were on your body, your waist, your back, in your hair, and the all too familiar heat was already pooling in your stomach again. It was scary how much you craved him.

And then his lips pressed against yours again for another heated kiss. Finally, you got a taste of your favorite drug again, and you felt him rush through your veins, warming your chest, making your heart race, sending throbbing desire down to your core.

He pulled away with that sexy tongue-flick again, but his hands remained firmly on your waist, holding you securely in place on his lap. There was no doubt about it: You were still his, and you belonged right here on his lap.

His pupils were almost black when he looked at you.

"I missed you, baby."

His voice sounded rough, breathless, impatient. It sounded as if he was a man who had just gotten handed his favorite meal on a silver platter and was now ready to devour all of it.

For the first time in almost four weeks, you smiled again. And that smile stayed on your lips even as Sukuna's mouth did its best to kiss it off you.

You can't remember much of the drive after that. All you remember is that your heart was beating too fast, and your head was spinning.

And, of course, Sukuna. Sukuna all over you.

Sukuna's lips on yours. Sukuna's warm hands slipping under your shirt. Sukuna's soft hair between your fingers. Sukuna's deliciously big bulge pressing against you through your clothes. Sukuna's intoxicating scent, his expensive cologne, his hair wax, just him. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna.

You went back with him to his penthouse. You stumbled into the elevator, moaning when he was on you immediately, pushing you against the wall, and kissing you again.

And you didn't tell him to stop. You didn't turn around and run as you had done four weeks ago. Instead, you pressed your body against him, whimpering into his kiss, hands clutching his shirt-collar desperately, making sure that he would stay right here, holding you, kissing you, making you his again.

And that's what he did that night. He made you his again.

He made you his again when he kissed you in the elevator until you were drunk on his lips. He made you his again when he made you moan his name into his mouth. He made you his again when his hands were tearing at your clothes impatiently. He made you his again when he lifted you up into his strong arms, pressing you against his muscular body as he carried you to his bedroom. He made you his again when he fucked you until you were screaming his name.

But he also became yours again. You could tell by the way he growled when he lay you down on his bed, his gaze drinking in your body hungrily. Or when his gorgeous cock twitched so beautifully for you when you pulled down his black boxer briefs. A pearly bead of pre-cum already waiting for you like a crown on his swollen tip.

You could tell he was yours when you heard his sexy breathless "fuck" when your hand finally wrapped around his straining cock again, stroking him until he pushed your hand away so he could ram his hard length into you with an almost brutal shove, claiming you again.

You were both caught in a frenzied rush, bodies meeting in passionate, desperate lovemaking.

He fucked you hard into his bed, pounding you so good that your fingernails left scratches on his muscular back.

You arched up against him needily, tugging on his pink hair as he groaned loudly against your neck, telling you how much he had missed you and your sweet pussy.

You whimpered his name when you clenched around his cock, and your cream was gushing over him. And he bit your neck and moaned something that sounded like "Ah, yes, just like that, my love!" when he filled your pussy with his thick ropes of cum.

And you knew you were home again. Because that's what it felt like when you were wrapped in Sukuna's arms, feeling his soft breath on your neck, the warmth of his firm body behind you, the familiar scent of the expensive pillow scent his housekeeper used on the luxurious silk bedding. Your hand caressed his forearm, which was holding you so safely.

You knew you were right where you belonged: In Sukuna's arms. It didn't matter that those arms belonged to the King of Tokyo's underworld. They felt perfect around you.

It was later that evening, when your head was resting on Sukuna's toned chest, fingers caressing his taut abs lazily, tracing the black tattoos running down his gorgeous body when the words tumbled out of your mouth:

"I'm sorry too."

His hand tightened in your hair, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"What for, princess?"

"For ignoring the darker parts of your world. I wanted to just see the weekend at the beach and pretend it would always be like that. I closed my eyes to the rest, and that wasn't ok. I shouldn't have freaked out so much when I saw the box in your office. I knew what I was getting myself into."

"No, darling, don't apologize for that."

You lifted your face off his chest to look up at his handsome face.

"I won't close my eyes anymore. I'll accept everything that comes with dating you."

A slight grin was spreading over his face. He cupped your chin, tilted up your face, and let his gaze wander over you scrutinizingly.

You couldn't stop your breath from quickening. Sukuna always made you feel like you were a fragile little animal caught in a huntsman's grip, completely at his mercy. He could decide what he wanted to do with you. Set you free again, kill you, or take you home to keep as his little pet.

You couldn't lie, though. This was part of his appeal. One of the things that had drawn you to him. The power he exuded. The danger that always seemed to lurk behind his handsome smirk and the cocky attitude.

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Sukuna was all that. He was powerful. He was dangerous. He was head of one of the most influential Yakuza clans. He was the most powerful man you ever met.

And yet he was here lying beneath you, holding you so gently. This man had moaned your name. You had seen his pretty eyes roll back when he was about to cum inside you. You had felt him tremble under your touch.

Didn't you have some power over him too? And wasn't that the sexiest thing ever? Being in the King's bed and knowing that he wouldn't hurt you? Knowing that he craved you too?

It excited you. It made you wet. But it also made your heart feel so full. Sukuna seemed to have a soft spot for you. For his princess.

His voice was smooth and sexy when he brushed his thumb over your bottom lip.

"You're really fascinating, sweetheart. You never stop surprising me. Truly deserve your place by my side."

"You didn't tell Todo and Toge to cut off their fingers, right?"

"No, I didn't. It was their idea."

"I believe you. And even if you did order them to do it...I understand that there are certain rules and certain things you have to do. Or your people do for you. It's ok. I can deal with it. You're my man, and I trust you."

He smiled, maroon eyes sparkling, and then he leaned down to capture your lips again in another passionate kiss.

It didn't take long until he flipped you over, rolling on top of you, covering you with his strong body. And you moaned into his mouth as you wrapped your legs around his hips and arched up against his muscular body, trembling when he pushed his thick cock into you and fucked you with hard powerful thrusts.

His lips found your neck, sucking on your sensitive skin hungrily, leaving his marks on you again, just like in the past. His mouth opened around your throat, moaning against your skin.

"Say it again."

And you knew what he wanted to hear.

"You're my man. Oh...oh Kuna...Kuna..."

You squirmed under him, cumming so hard on his gorgeous cock that you took him with you, making him groan against your neck as he pumped another load of his seed into you.

"You were waiting in front of my office, right? It wasn't a chance meeting."

Sukuna just laughed and shrugged, looking so proud of himself,

"Already told you that I plan everything."

He was far too smug. But you were glad that he had decided to take matters into his hands. Because if he hadn't made his driver wait for you to come out of work that evening, maybe you would have never seen him again. And never gotten a second chance with the man who had stolen your heart.

Only a short time later, he rolled you onto your back for the third time that night and fucked you again. Your pussy was already overflowing with his cum, but he didn't care and just fucked more of it into you, making his former load seep out around his cock, dripping down onto his luxurious silk sheets.

Both of you were insatiable after those long weeks apart.

You never wanted to leave Sukuna's bed again. Never wanted to leave his side again. You belonged here, right here by his side, or on his lap, or under him, in his strong arms, on his gorgeous cock.

It didn't matter who he was or what he was. He was your man. That was all that mattered.

You didn't want to find a nice guy who had a safe but boring job, and the only illegal thing he ever was involved in was accidental tax fraud. No, you didn't want that.

You wanted Sukuna. You wanted the King of Tokyo's underworld.

You couldn't imagine ever wanting anyone else again because you weren't the same anymore. Nothing was the same anymore.

How could it be after meeting Sukuna? He had turned your world upside down. He had swept you off your feet and pulled you into his fascinating glittering world of dark temptation. How could anyone that came after him ever live up to that?

This night will permanently be engraved in your memory. The sheer relief you felt upon being with Sukuna again. The intoxicating rush of feeling him all over you again. The ecstasy of feeling his calloused fingers, his soft lips, his throbbing hard cock. The warmth that was spreading through your chest when he looked deeply into your eyes, large hand cupping your chin, tilting your face up to him, sealing your lips with his, kissing you so tenderly after fucking you hard.

Lying in his arms for hours afterwards, wrapped in his warm embrace, feeling so safe with his muscular body pressed against your back.

His low velvety voice made you press your thighs together desperately as he told you about his day and asked you about yours, just like it had been before you discovered that box in his office.

He was still the same insufferable, arrogant guy, but it was part of his charm, and you couldn't help but find it attractive. Even endearing if you were honest. Especially when his rude comments were combined with that boyish smirk that was so sexy that it made you bite your lip every single time.

"I need to know: Are you going to become a maniac anytime some other guy looks at me? Because that will be pretty exhausting."

He threw his head back and laughed.

"Baby, you misunderstood that. This was about respect. They are part of the family. I can't have them disrespect me by talking about my woman. So, I promise you I won't freak out when some random guy checks you out. I'm not jealous."

You raised your eyebrows, fixing him with a doubtful look in your eyes.

"You're not the jealous type? Seriously, Kuna?"

He shrugged, and that smug smirk was on his face again.

"I have no reason to be jealous. I'm the best you can ever get. Why would you want anyone else? They are nothing compared to me. You know darling, it's like this: They kiss on the ring. I carry the crown. That's the difference. You know what I would tell you if you decided to leave me for some other guy?"

He looked at you like a tiger on the prowl. It made the fine hairs on your arms stand up. You licked your lips and waited for him to continue.

"I would say: Ok, go. Pick that little boy over me and see how happy he'll make you. You'll come crawling back in a week and beg me to take you back. Beg me for my dick and my money and power. I have no competition. There's only me. Or do you have any objection?"

His voice had turned into a purr, and you had gravitated towards him without even realizing it, your face only inches from his, already straddling his lap again, feeling his growing bulge rub against your slick folds. Both of you already poised for the next fuck.

You leaned down to breathe against his lips,

"You're so arrogant."

And his strong hands cupped your ass and pressed you down on his lap as his tongue flicked out and licked over your parted lips before he said in that smug tone:

"And you like it."

You knew he was right. Of course, he was.

Thank you so much for reading! I promised you that there would be fluff again, and I hope you enjoyed their reunion as much as I did! This story is getting longer and longer, but I can't stop writing. I blame Daddy Kuna for it lol! Does he drive you crazy too? Please tell me what you think about the chapter and about Sukuna! I'm always very happy about comments and reblogs!! I plan to publish chapter 4 next week.

Here is chapter 4

[finelinevogue]

Can you do one where Harry take his children and YN to one of his concert and their just dancing around singing along on stage with Harry.

i love this concept so much!! i kinda of wanna make it sad though soooo it’s gonna be harry’s final show :/ hope you enjoy;

oli - 29, felix - 27, belle - 24

The concert had been amazing, but unfortunately it was coming to its’ end now.

The final show.

That’s what Harry had decided to call it; a clever play on words with reference to his first ever solo single. The last 50 years had been a rollercoaster for Harry, from growing up just a kid in Cheshire, to going on the X Factor and winning the hearts of millions and from being in the most successful band of the decade to going solo and still being absolutely beloved. Times had changed, though. Harry had changed. He had a beautiful family of 3 now, excluding his wonderful wife. His children were his universe, no question about it, but they were getting older now - Harry was getting older. He was 50 this year and with that in mind he’d decided to retire. Retiring had involved a long conversation with you, along with a bottle of red wine, about whether it was the right decision or not. But it was - is.

You had suggested he put on one final, massive show, to celebrate his life and his achievements along with all that the fans have too. Tickets were open internationally and it was being streamed on various TV outlets for those who couldn’t attend. The tickets sold within 47 seconds. 47 seconds. It was being held in the Olympic Stadium in London, because it was Harry’s home and it held the most number of people he could genuinely allow.

The concert had started with ‘Fine Line’ songs, which merged into HS1 songs with a few One Direction songs as well. The entire set list had been composed by the fans with various polls on social media, with the concert supposedly lasting 2 hours (although with support artists and a few extra surprises it was more likely going to be 3!)

It had been beautiful so far. Magical. Unforgettable.

Every chance he got, without making it grossly obvious, he looked at you. He'd told you to stick your thumbs up at him every time he caught your eye, so he knew that you were okay - and every time, you did.

The concert was coming to an end now, which everyone was dreading. How could +30 years feel like it'd only been thirty minutes? You were devastated, so you could only imagine what his fans were thinking.

"Hey!"

The end Kiwi, for the second time, strummed throughout the arena and you knew it was time for the final song. His final song.

"Mum, is this the end?" Belle asked you, from where she was standing next to you. You had been dancing together all night and gotten progressively more tired. Your feet hurt. Your throats burned. Yet, as always, it was so worth it.

"Yes, Belles, it is." You tell her, and she pouted sadly. "Dad won't want to see you sad love, okay? He can still sing to you before bed?" You teased her, reminding her of a time when Harry would do such a thing, not wanting her to be all sad. It was supposed to be a celebration, but even you could admit that is was pretty hard-hitting.

"Really mum?" She asked.

You booped her nose annoyingly, before answering. "Every night if you want him to."

The lights changed from their green tone, thanks to Kiwi, back to a bright, white light. It beamed on Harry, making him look even more like the angel that he is. He dragged his microphone back to the centre stage and took a deep breath for beginning a speech he'd told you he'd prepared.

"So this is it, my friends." He laughed sadly into the microphone. He brushed his hair back and took out his in-ears to hear the audience. They were all awwing and crying, but what else did you expect? Their favourite artist was retiring - who wouldn't be crying a river?

"I, um. I'd like to take a bit of time to thank certain people." He coughed, something he always did after performing Kiwi due to his asthma. You thought it was lovely that he'd planned a speech to thank his management and crew. They did so much work backstage and you definitely didn't think they got enough credit for their hard work.

"Okay. I've made a little list..." Harry pulled out a tiny bit of crumpled paper from his pocket. "Just in case I forget anyone." He joked to himself, but made everyone laugh anyways. "So I guess first off, I should start with you lovely people." He pointed around the whole stadium, showing he was talking about the fans. "What you have done for me is indescribable. I think to myself, everyday, am I worthy of even being here—"

"Yes!" An army of agreement echoed around the arena, making Harry stop, blush and smile to himself.

"Well thank you! Um. You have been the best fans ever, and I know you will continue to be. I know you don't owe me anything, but all I ask you to keep loving yourselves and treating people with kindness, because I know I can count on you lot to do that, for me." He sniffled at the end, making you bite your lip to prevent the tears from falling for you. He looked so vulnerable right now, but you knew he'd be feeling on top of the world.

"Jheez." He sniffles again. "That's one thank you down and i'm already crying." He looked to his band to share the joke with.

“Dad’s such a wuss.” Oli laughed, holding his arm around Beas waist, making the people around you chuckle in agreement.

“Shut up you - Mr-tears-in-your-eyes!” You pointed out, laughing as he flipped you the bird - which then got him a hit off his grandma Anne.

All of Harrys family and friends were here, in a special cornered off section. It was such a thoughtful thing for Harry to do. All his family, and a fair few of yours, were sat down along with Harrys closest friends. Everyone was sharing laughs and drinks, whilst using every inch of space to dance along to your husbands boastful music.

"Secondly, my touring family. From Jeff and Ben, to Sarah's Kitchen, Adam, Mitch, Sarah, Charlotte and Nyoh, not forgetting everyone backstage and behind the lights, music and cameras. You've all been the greatest. Everything you do is second to none. You're all talented, warm-hearted, people whom I will carry in my heart forever. Thank you." You noticed members of the crew and band starting to tear up now.

"Moving on to my boys. We've been through it all, lads, and I couldn't have asked for four better brothers than you all. Louis. Liam. Niall. Zayn. Thank you." Everyone cheered ten times louder, maybe because this was as close to a One Direction reunion as the fans were ever going to get, but definitely because Harry had mentioned Zayn. You saw a girl faint at the mere mention of all the boys in the same sentence. The boys lifted up their beers to Harry, stood close by to where you were standing.

"I guess I should say thank you to the women who made all this possible. Mum. Gem. Thank you for signing me up all those years ago. Thank you for believing in me. You've made me the - crap, sorry! - the man I am now and I love you both." Harry prayed to them both, whilst bowing, and swiftly wiped away the tears afterwards. Anne and Gemma, on the other hand, were proudly crying.

"Ol, Fix and Belles. You rascals make me get out of bed every morning and give me more of a purpose in life. You four give me so much joy and happiness. I love you all, even if you do drive me up the wall on an early Saturday morning! Thank you, my loves." You stood close to all your children, giving them the support they needed in this moment. Belle was crying against your chest, the ever-so-emotional woman she was. Felix was stood up, with Heather, with his drink raised to his dad. Oli was to your side, trying to remain cool and stoic, but you still caught the tears that ran down his face.

"Now." The audience calmed down again after awing over your babies. Harry cleared his throat before beginning again. "This evening keeps on reminding me of a very special person in my life. Someone who is my everything and that's my beautiful wife, Y/N." His words make your breath hitch in your throat. You never expected him to say anything about you. I mean, what had you done?

"Mum." Belle called out to you, in affirmation that this was real.

"She's more than just a wife. She's a lover. She's my muse. She's my best-fucking-friend, apologises for swearing but sue me. I was hesitant to let go of all this, at first. What would I do with myself now? You know? People tell me i'm 'happiest on stage', and for a time that was true. Until I met Y/N. She's made me realise that family makes me the happiest. She makes me the happiest." He jumped down off stage, taking the microphone with him. He ran his hands along the fans in the front row, but had no intention of stopping until he met you.

You felt Belle leaving your side, but you were too captivated by Harry to fully understand what was happening.

"So what am I going to do now, you ask? Well..." Harry cheekily smiled at you. "I'm going to make her the happiest woman alive, just as she makes me the happiest man." You began to cry again and the chorus of thousands of fans clapping and screaming surrounds you, only to all stop when his lips meet yours. He tasted like a combination of salty sweat and mint, but he was home. After a minute of crying, kissing and 'i love yous' , Harry ran back to the stage before Jeff could shoot him.

"Thank you all. All my love." He said whilst adjusting his microphone. "Please sing along if you know the words." He asked, full well knowing every single person will be screaming out the lyrics to him.

"Just stop you're crying it's the sign of the times. Welcome to the final show. Hope you're wearing your best clothes."

[beardyboyzx]

2022 in writing

I was tagged by the wonderful @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed to look back on this past year of writing. 2022 saw me coming back to writing after a two-years pause, and exploring a new fandom. Let's see how it went ^^

Number of stories posted to AO3: 7

Word count posted for the year: 36373

Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction

Pairings: Louis/Harry, Liam/Zayn, Liam&Louis

Story with the most: Kudos: Gray hair is our forever (110) Bookmarks: Gray hair is our forever (35) Comment threads: Twenty-Eight (9)

Work I’m most proud of (and why): If It Makes You Feel Alive (It's Alright) - it's just something that I didn't think I could write at this point in this language. I worked on it for almost two weeks, I put a lot of myself in it and... I just love that Liam so much

Work I’m least proud of (and why): If You Only Knew - I let my excitement to write for a new fandom get the best of me. I still thought I could try to write something in both Italian and English, so the English in that is not it. I'll come back to it, and rewrite that first chapter sooner or later.

Share or describe a favorite review you received: Being told that IIMYFA captured the bisexual experience well was... I was so nervous about it, I kept thinking I was messing everything up. It made me feel like I didn't just waste those two weeks. (And also, Mia telling me it made her cry. Something I'll put in my CV.)

A time when writing was really, really hard: Ever since I've started writing again back in April (or was it March?), it was like I didn't know how to. These last three months were the worst.

A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: Definitely Louis in Twenty-Eight. He wasn't supposed to be that way. But I loved going along with it.

A favorite excerpt of your writing: 

I'm bisexual. I'm bisexual. Bisexual. Bi. 

Bi bi baby. 

He shook his head, amused. 

I'm bisexual and I want… 

He swallowed, feeling something massive drop into his stomach. The fear was real. Telling himself what he wanted was way more difficult than telling himself what he was.

I'm bisexual and I like… 

He took a deep breath, feeling Louis' comforting stare on him. 

… Zayn. 

The word made a strange warmth spread all over his chest. He felt elated and relieved as he whispered to himself, "Zayn," not even caring about Louis watching him. He was too lost in the freedom he felt at telling himself what he actually wanted for the very first time. 

Liam had never felt like that before. Never that high on that simple knowledge. 

Never could he have thought that such a simple sentence could bring him such a unique sense of freedom that was able to make him feel both flying high in the sky and having his feet steadily planted on the soil at the same time. 

"I like Zayn," Liam murmured, not feeling sure enough to yell it, letting that be loud enough to be heard only by himself. A thought struck by his head, and Liam giggled, raising his head to look at Louis. 

"Tommo. I'm in love with Justin Timberlake."

12. How do you hope to grow next year? I hope to grow more confident in my writing skills, and I hope to be able to write daily (maybe give myself a little daily goal -- 200 words/day -- something that I can keep up with) and go back to the writing routine I had until 2 years ago. I also want to challenge myself more!

13. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, muse, etc): @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed, definitely. Meeting her this year made my comeback to writing more awesome. Reading her writing makes me want to get better 💕 @chai-hat-tea reminded me how starting to write felt, and made me want to get back to that excitement. Her constant support is priceless❤️ Then, my fellow writers at @writerscornercafe that made me feel less alone in a fandom that is practically a galaxy, and sprinted with me, cheered me on. I needed a safe space, and I got it with them 💕

14. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: Definitely IIMYFA Liam. I was him, he was me. Well, a part of him was me.

15. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: Never ever let writing become a chore for you. Always remember to have fun while doing it.

16. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: Definitely my @onedirectionbigbang fic! I'm hoping to finish my kid!fic and write that femslash I have in mind.

17. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read. I'm tagging @chai-hat-tea, @wabadabadaba, @larrieblr, and @panye!

[ficrections]

Three Days  in February by: mercurial-madhouse/ @mercurial-madhouse

Summary:  How close is too close? Harry and Louis are about to find out after a drunken night leaves Louis cursed. With only a week before tour starts, the race is on to fix things before they lose Louis forever. Oh, and Harry has to keep his long-time crush on Louis a secret while the lad can literally hear his thoughts. Easy, right?

Featuring ridiculous amounts of banter and angst, a healthy dose of OT5 friendship, and one very magical weekend.

Review:

*Content warnings for fic at the end of the review for anyone who may need them.

Have you ever been in a situation where you were so thankful that your crush couldn’t hear your thoughts? What would happen if they were suddenly in your mind, hearing your thoughts all the time? This is what Harry faces in Three Days in February. 

After a night out with the boys, he wakes up in the morning (after kipping at Liam’s) with Louis’ voice in his head. At first, he thinks he’s just making up what Louis would say to him, but then no one can get a hold of Louis and the voice in his head is very insistent that Harry return home to the flat he shares with Louis.

It turns out that Louis is in his bed, right where he should be. But he won’t wake up. Because his consciousness isn’t in his body. It’s in Harry’s head. 

Louis has somehow been cursed, and now Harry and the others have to figure out how to break the curse and bring their bandmate back into his body.

Personally, I love this kind of story. The kind that forces you to stretch your imagination to allow you to experience things that we tend to believe aren’t possible in real life. Psychic connections, magic, and dreams are so much fun to speculate about, so seeing a story that covers all three is a real treat. 

It’s not just the fantastical parts of the story that excite me either. There are so many intense, passionate emotions in this fic that just spill out on the page, carrying you along in their current that’s too strong to resist. I laughed and cried and had the most cathartic time doing both. 

Another thing I loved about this fic was just how much OT5 we were given. I love fics that display the friendship and camaraderie between our boys, and this one does a really great job of balancing the OT5 and the Harry/Louis moments. The moments with Niall, Liam, and Zayn didn’t ever feel like filler, they felt like real friends, just being there for each other and working to help Louis and Harry figure out how to break the curse.

There’s a lesson to be learned in this fic too. It’s oft repeated, but with good reason, and it’s definitely something I need to keep in mind in my own life. Are you ready? Here it is: Don’t let your mind trick you into thinking a problem is too big to overcome. Some problems are bigger than others, but don’t let them become bigger than they actually are. Though put into far more humorous and quotable words in the story (I won’t ruin that discovery for you by stating what it is here), it’s still a valid point. And one I was grateful to be reminded of. 

This story is epic for a number of reasons, not even including the impressive word count. I hope you’ll read it, if you’re able, and enjoy all of it’s epic moments for yourself.

Warnings: I’m not sure what kinds of things might trigger people so, warnings for Louis’ physical body being unresponsive for a large part of the fic and the ingestion of drops of blood in relation to the curse.

If you also loved this fic, please share you thoughts with me or send your love straight to the author!

[hlficlibrary]

HL FIC LIBRARY ✤ AUTHOR REC

AO3:  green_feelings

Tumblr: @greenfeelings

STATS:

✤ Number of fics: 19

✤ Posting Since: 2013

TOP 5 FICS:

1️⃣ For As Long As I Can Remember (It's Been December) (E, 128k)

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

2️⃣ Empty Skies (E, 134k)

For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream -- making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.

Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He's still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?

Featuring Perrie as Harry's adorable flatmate, Niall as his manager, and Liam and Zayn as Louis' bandmates.

3️⃣ Paint Me In A Million Dreams (M, 112k)

Harry's one of Hollywood's biggest actors, has made a name for himself in prestigious films and lives the life of a superstar. There's just one thing missing to make it picture-perfect, but the one Harry's in love with is completely out of reach for him. Enter Louis, one of Hollywood's biggest actors himself, who just came out of the closet and taps new genres in the industry. When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese's next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity?

In short, Harry's in love with someone and doesn't care about dating anyone else, Louis never felt home in L.A., Liam writes love songs for someone he shouldn't write love songs to, and Niall makes everything better with good food.

4️⃣ Nameless Night (E, 155k)

For their 18th birthday, every person receives a letter that reads a simple date. That is the date you'll meet your soulmate. Harry and Louis have different beliefs, live in different worlds and have different dreams, hopes and fears. Yet, they're not so different from each other when it comes to love. When their paths cross, there is no doubt they belong together. Except for that one, essential difference: they didn't receive the same date.

Or, a fic about differences that make no difference at all: Harry and Louis are soulmates. In every way possible. Featuring Niall as a role model, and Liam and Zayn as a different kind of role models.

5️⃣ Your Best Line Ever (M, 55k)

University AU, in which Harry has a terrible job and lies about his name to drunk people, Louis is one of the drunk and has to move out of his flat, Liam shaves his hair because he fights with Zayn, Zayn protects Liam from creepy stalkers and Niall always has a solution, because he knows just about every person relevant!

HIDDEN GEM:

💎 You Are The Kind Of Thing (That I Could Love Forever) (E, 5k)

based on this prompt. I varied it a little, because Harry's a baker, after all.

[justalarryblog]

📄 Hometown by @allwaswell16 (2k) | Not Rated

On the day Harry gets his driver’s licence, he drives through the suburbs, heartbroken that he can’t drive home to Louis.

📄 Overkill by @fivesecondsofmae (4k) | Explicit

Louis was never going to get over how fucking attractive Harry was. How glorious his big, tall, curvy body was. The feeling of Harry behind him, hot and heavy, trapped on the tube after they’d been somewhere during rush hour. His thick hands, full of pretty rings sometimes, handing Louis a cup of coffee, then getting one for himself.

Or Louis and Chubby!Harry are as close as best mates can be and clearly are in love. Time to take it to the next level.

Top!Harry smut and fluff.

📄 New Places, New Possibilities by orphan_account (12k) | Explicit

Harry has always longed for Louis from afar, never sure exactly what Louis wanted, or if they could even have what they wanted. Even though Louis would sneak into Harry’s bed every chance he could, they’d never gone further than cuddles and innocent kisses. But when the boys are finally away from home on their first visit to LA, things finally begin to change.

📄 In All Its Imperfections by @BriaMaria (15k) | Explicit

From: Louis Tomlinson

To: Undisclosed Recipients

Hello!

I’ve asked the front desk and you lovely folks are the ones who are on the same level as me in the car park. I found a to-do list today that looked somewhat important because it has lines of poetry scribbled at the bottom that seemed like they might be for a card project. The stationary has a moose in a canoe at the top of it (and he is quite adorable). Let me know if it’s yours!

Cheers!

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” Harry whispered, his eyes darting over the sentences again willing them not to make sense. They did, they did make sense. “Oh. My. Bloody. Fucking. God.”

The next thing he knew he was on the floor, staring at the ceiling, with a very concerned Liam hovering over his head.

“What happened, mate?” Liam asked.

Harry just pointed to his computer.

Liam bent over Harry’s desk to read the email. “What? This isn’t bad. Is that your to-do list? Did you finally come up with the inside text for those cards?”

“Leeyum" he groaned. “It’s what’s on the list.”

“Oh,” Liam paused for a beat. “Is it dirty stuff?”

Harry nodded.

There was more silence. And then, “Dirty stuff with Louis?”

📄 If We Have Each Other by @pocketsunshineharry / ishiplouis (23k) | Mature

“When are you going to accept my offer to go out again? It’s been seven years and you’re still saying no to a fun night?” Niall complains.

“A night in with Mads is a fun night for me Ni, I already told you that.” Harry responds while serving a customer.

“You’re infuriating, I just want my best friend to go out with me tonight, is it too much to ask?” Niall pouts but all Harry does is chuckle and prepare the coffee machine for the double espresso the customer ordered.

“Playing the victim, are we now?” Harry is so used to Niall’s techniques. “Well, I have good news for you, Maddie is having a sleepover at one of her friends so tonight so I’m all yours.”

OR AU where Harry is a single father and a one-night stand is going to change his life forever.

📄 In Dreams by @dolce_piccante (23k) | Mature

AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat come with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days. Could it be a friendly ghost? Another friendly presence in his new building is his tattooed neighbor, Louis, who seems determined to put a smile back on his face.

📄 Love Is on The Radio by @whatevertearsyou​ / perfectdagger (sincerelyste), @star_k (35k) | Explicit

“So Louis, who’s the lucky person that will not only get to see Arsenal and Manchester United facing each other, but will also possibly become your girlfriend… or boyfriend? I mean, that’s a good catch, to ask someone out like this on the radio. It will be hard to say no after this.”

“It’s, hm, his name is…” Oh boy, Harry was about to pass out, he couldn’t bear to hear what Louis would say. Susie was looking at him, worried eyes watching him from the till as she noticed that Harry had simply abandoned his cupcake duties. “Harry. Harry Styles.”

To win a pair of tickets to watch Manchester United playing, Louis may have possibly lied to Nick Grimshaw on the BBC Radio 1 Breakfast Show, asking Harry, his best friend, to be his boyfriend. Problem is - Harry has always been in love with Louis and so, this Valentine’s he’s gonna see his dreams come true, with a tiny bit of a twist, in order to watch the football team they have loved together since they were kids.

📄 That’s What I’m Here For by @taggiecb (46k) | Explicit

Louis Tomlinson is a dairy farmer on a tiny farm in eastern Canada. His wife of nearly thirty years has left him and his children are all grown up and out of the house. Louis needs help running his business but has no idea where to even start looking. Luckily for him his children know just the man for the job.

Part 1 of Grace, Too

📄 Pinkies Never Lie by @alltheselights (83k) | Explicit

“I just think if we’re both into it and neither of us is looking for something serious, why not?” Harry asks, eyes soft and voice sweet. He pauses and gives Louis a moment or two to answer.

There are countless reasons why Louis shouldn’t agree to this, but in the end, none of them really matter. This will end with Louis in pieces, but he’s been in love with Harry for four years. There was only ever one answer.

“Yeah,” Louis answers finally, hoping his voice sounds normal. “Why not?”

AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends.

Part 1 of Pinkies Never Lie

📄 Dress you up in my love by @LucyStarkid (103k) | Explicit

Harry is single, and more than anything wants to find love. Agreeing to sign up to a dating website was a bad, bad idea. Niall’s bad, bad idea. Louis is single, but has no interest in relationships. Or so he tells himself. ??Harry is a lawyer, his boss, Nick, happens to give him a bonus, which he decides to splurge on a new work wardrobe. Louis is a frustrated designer, working as a personal shopper at Selfridges. Louis happens to be working on the day a very beautiful, but out of his depth, new customer ambles into their department in need of advice. Louis might have just found the muse he never knew he was looking for.

Featuring: Sophia as Louis’ colleague, with a somewhat unhealthy obsession with his love life, whilst being oblivious when it comes to her own. Liam as the ‘IT bloke from downstairs’ with the mother of all crushes on Sophia. Niall as Harry’s sport’s writer flatmate who spends most of his time making Harry’s life as complicated as possible. Zayn as Louis’ flatmate and lifelong best friend, whose cat, Noodle/Princess/Princess Noodle loves Louis more than it loves him. And Nick as Harry’s boss and one of Louis’ regular customers: is Imelda Marcos reborn.

📄 amaryllis by @hattalove (146k) | Explicit

“Where are we?”

“Um. A little while out of London?” Niall tries, seemingly the only one willing to not be mysterious and provide Harry with information, and. Oh.

“London London? As in, the capital of England London?” he asks, just in case he’d misheard.

“No, the other London,” Louis laughs, low and biting. He comes closer finally, the moonlight just enough to reveal a sharp-cut jaw and pale skin. “Sorry, Pup.”

Nobody’s ever called Harry a “pup”. Frankly, he finds it quite insulting, but he lets it slide to try and comprehend his current crisis.

or the one where harry gets bitten by a werewolf. louis is the mysterious not-quite alpha, liam and zayn have Things going on, niall is their token human, and together, they watch a lot of TV.

📄 This Multiplicity of Powers by @helloamhere (149k) | Explicit

Maybe in another universe he isn’t different. Maybe he hadn’t been given an impossible choice. Maybe he wouldn’t have lost everything and broken everything and then fallen impossibly, irrevocably in love with the first next thing that was kind. Maybe in that universe he doesn’t feel like he’s never breathing, always pretending, teaching the kids even though they all have to learn alone, trying hard not to read the headlines, and so afraid, every day, that he won’t be a good enough teammate to the superhero he can’t live without. He knows that love isn’t supposed to feel this way, slid secret under your skin like a surgical razor, an invisible war held close over the tender vein that keeps you alive. On the other hand, Louis wonders, had he ever known how to do it any other way?

Maybe there’s a universe where he doesn’t have to keep all his secrets on the inside.

But this isn’t that universe.

//an X-Men AU.

📄 Have Faith In Me by @stylinsoncity (183k) | Mature

As the son of Anne Styles, millionaire owner of one of the world’s most luxurious fashion labels, Harry has spent his last seventeen years living in carefree extravagance. And now he’s grown tired of it, along with the pressure from his mum to follow in her footsteps and the constant care given to him by her past assistants.

When his mum’s newest assistant, Louis, moves into the guesthouse, Harry determines to be treated differently. To be treated like an adult. Except Louis is not at all what Harry was expecting…

This is a story about growing up, growing in love and having the faith to make it last.

📄 Built Memories by @fresharold (211k) | Mature

“It was a comet.

The boy saw the comet and he felt as though his life had meaning.

And when it went away, he waited his entire life for it to come back to him. It was more than just a comet because of what it brought to his life: direction, beauty, meaning.

There are many who couldn’t understand, and sometimes he walked among them. But even in his darkest hours, he knew in his heart that someday it would return to him, and his world would be whole again… And his belief in God and love and art would be re-awakened in his heart.

The boy saw the comet and suddenly his life had meaning.”

» where louis and harry after long years start over again. they’re strangers again and introduce themselves, they relearn what they already know and what they don’t know, come with new inside jokes, create new memories and give each other a second chance.

📄 Relief Next To Me by @dolce_piccante (333k) | Mature

AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

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