I cannot believe that Donald Trump is a presidential candidate and people are still undecided between he and the Hillary Clinton. The woman who is standing up there and clearly, effortlessly refuting all his bullshit, who understands what needs to be done, and who knows how government works.

Flawed though she may be, there is a perfectly clear choice in this election. 

This man knows nothing. He has answered no questions with anything relevant. This is bullshit, circular nonsense and childishness. We cannot have this man-baby running the country. This is ridiculous.

I’m Caught On Your Coat Again
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

by annewithane

Length: 13k

Rating: 10/10

“Would you like some milk or crème? Or you could wait until they are cooled, unless you enjoy burning your taste buds off.” He breathes a short laugh.

Harry’s cheeks cave in with a pink flush. “I suppose I was just excited to taste something you named so sweet and something you recommended so highly.” Louis can’t tell if he’s still teasing. “I get why you like this.” He holds up the Yorkshire cup. “It’s quite bitter.”

Louis squawks. “Excuse me?”

“I like it.” Harry defends with a further blush. He likes it and it reminds him of Louis.

Louis owns a café next to Harry’s bakery. Harry bakes Louis cake and Louis names tea after Harry and eventually they fall in love.

Ao3, One-Shot, Must-Read

“What Do You Miss?”

Alright guys, as promised, here’s another 10k imagine! The title isn’t great and is likely to change, but this one is based off of several different writing prompts that I’ve had saved for awhile. I’m messing around with different writing styles so let me know how you like this one! There might be a part 2, we’ll see.

Words: 1150+

Summary: Sleep deprivation leads to [Y/N] giving some honest answers about the apocalypse and cuddling 10k in the back of the truck.

      Sleeping in the truck bed was always tricky. Casualties could vary, depending on the terrain. Smooth Tarmac and you’d wake with nothing more than stiff joints from lying on the solid metal. Anything less than a well over road and you were going wake with a headache and spend a few days finding bruises from being tossed around like a rag doll.

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makeout hair

requested by @kissmexd

10k au in which he and the reader are stuck together in the drawer at the morgue

You should have expected this. There aren’t enough drawers. That much is obvious. And yet, when Warren says the words, you nearly choke.
“Y/N, you’re taking one with 10k.” She says, opening the hatch.
“What?” You both speak at once, your cheeks turning scarlet. You avoid 10k’s eyes, crossing your arms against your chest.
“I don’t-we won’t fit.” You say, voice small. She smiles sympathetically.
“We don’t have a choice. Unless you want to brave it out here.”
Your mouth falls open, and she pats the metal.
“Sorry, kid. In you go.” Doc says. Warren uses her hands as a step, and you hoist yourself in, pressing against the cool metal. You try to take up as little space as possible, making room for 10k.
Still, when he clambers in, it’s tight. Really tight. His warm breath hits your lips, and his knees knock against yours. The door shuts, and it goes dark; so dark that you can barely see the outline of 10k’s face in front of you.
For a long time, neither of you speak. You strain your ears, listening to the rhythmic sounds of the thumps on the wooden door.

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I had to write this right now because I had an image in my head that made me cry and I needed to get it out, enjoy anon <3

The field almost feels like it’s rocking, the way the tall grass waves in unison makes you feel as though there’s no apocalypse. That there’s nothing at all wrong with the world. You stare at the sun, making your eyes water until you’re forced to close them. Then you sink to your haunches and lie down amongst the grasses. For a second you forget that you’re not alone, but the reminder comes when 10k’s hand brushes slowly along the ground next to you to touch your arm with the gentleness that he does everything with. You lay there, side by side, his fingers just resting against your skin.

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