coconut sunscreen

Little things that remind me of the signs

Aries: bright eyes and a warm smile, drawing for hours on end, sharing a banana split with your friends, the scent of cherry blossoms in the spring, art classes

Taurus: a warm hug from your best friend, hazelnut cappuccinos on cool days, reading poetry books for hours on end, the scent of pears and vanilla, knowing you are going to be ok

Gemini: driving too fast down the freeway, studying till the wee hours of the morning, the scent of citrus, warm hoodies, vanilla milkshakes on warm summer nights

Cancer: morning sunlight coming through the windows, the last day of high school, cuddling with your cat, the scent of coconut sunscreen, iced tea with lemon

Leo: catching fireflies in your backyard, a setting sun that turns the clouds orange, the scent of fresh rhubarb pies, making wishes with dandelions, giggling with your best friend at 5 in the morning

Virgo: a slow moving river, roasting marshmallows with your friends, strawberry flavored candy, having a picnic on a warm day, playing with your dog, the scent of cinnamon

Libra: getting over your first heartbreak, the scent of coffee in the morning, the feeling of a cool breeze on your face, a social butterfly, hugging your mom, listening to your favorite song on repeat

Scorpio: the way traffic lights reflect off wet pavement, unscented candles, falling asleep during a thunderstorm, the feeling of a cold autumn breeze on your face, late nights in the city  

Sagittarius: the scent of fresh baked pastries, thick eyelashes, falling asleep on long car rides, watching the snow fall outside your bedroom window, the elegance of gold jewelry 

Capricorn: pulling an all-nighter, laughing and smiling at the littlest things, cuddling your dog, waking up to snow, the scent of freshly baked pumpkin pie, green tea lattes

Aquarius: hidden feelings, watching your favorite movie for the fifth time, the scent of fresh laundry, smiling with the girl you love, plain white t-shirts, homemade birthday cards

Pisces: freshly baked blueberry muffins, watching documentary films, the first warm day after a cold spell, reading fiction books under the covers, vanilla lattes, hugging your brother

Little Things That Remind Me Of The Signs

Aries: bright eyes and a warm smile, drawing for hours on end, sharing a banana split with your friends, the scent of cherry blossoms in the spring, art classes

Taurus: a warm hug from your best friend, hazelnut cappuccinos on cool days, reading poetry books for hours on end, the scent of pears and vanilla, knowing you are going to be ok

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The signs as nice smells
  • Aries: bonfire smoke, salted caramel, leather
  • Taurus: pine cones, freshly cut grass, vanilla
  • Gemini: crayons, roses, peppermint gum
  • Cancer: lemon tea, lavender, bakery's
  • Leo: sunscreen, coconut, Chanel no5
  • Virgo: rain, freshly washed sheets, old books
  • Libra: painted walls, camelia tea, old attics
  • Scorpio: gasoline, melted dark chocolate, wet wood
  • Sagittarius: cinnamon, saw dust, crisp autumn air
  • Capricorn: coffee, news papers, cherry blossem
  • Aquarius: new denim, foggy winter days, nail polish
  • Pisces: salty air, wet sand, pineapples

aryastrk  asked:

hello! i was wondering what essential oils youd recommend ?? (brands and such, im new at this and i wanna buy non synthetic stuff)

hello hello! anything cold-pressed is the best bet. here are my oils and what i use them for:

castor: really good for hair growth! nice in hot masks (where you heat the oil a bit then apply it to your scalp/hair then shampoo it out after like an hour), also you can apply w/ a q-tip to brows/lashes 

rosehip: this has loads of vitamin a so it’s a natural retinol, meaning super great for acne scars! i slather this on at night after a vitamin c serum and some kind of night cream and i wake up all glowy 

argan: i have a bunch of these lil scented josie maran ones that i use to style my hair and it feels so luxurious but i think they’re discontinued! anyway great source of vitamin e, good for day/night, also great for sunburns and hair. 

coconut:  best for hair and body!! i can’t use it on my face or it clogs up but like, my mom has only ever worn coconut oil and sunscreen and has maybe 2 wrinkles so go with what’s best for you

Shoreline - Chapter 4 of 4

Olicity Navy Seal AU - rated M, for violence and sexy times.

Can a wounded Navy Seal find his way back to the living?

A/N: This is dedicated to all our warriors.  Previous chapters can be found on AO3.   Thank you so much for reading my stories and sending them and me so much love. xoxo

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Chapter 4 (M-rated.  Not safe for work)

Did she realize how amazing she was sitting in front of him being braver than he was?  He’d told her about the demons that haunted him and she had stayed.  She had stayed to offer her friendship and strength.   And now she opened her heart and asked if he could give her more of him.  

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Summer

I love summer.
I love shorts and tank tops that flow with the breeze,
Feeling comfortable in my own temperature-challenged skin,
Needing jackets only when I step inside.
I love when heating pads are replaced by any surface reclining beneath the sky,
The way water tastes in the afternoon sun,
Ukeleles, and steel drums.
I love the smell of coconut-flavored sunscreen,
Yesterday’s fruit, And herbs growing against the trunks of the trees,
How everything is so brilliantly green,
And the blue is right from an elementary crayon box.
I love summer,
And the way the air embraces me
In a warm, safe-keeping hug.

anonymous asked:

Can we get some Kisame modern headcanons?

i luv modern things 

also, warning, there is a slight hint at KisaIta, so dont read the last headcanon if that isnt for you. 

  • Kisame is a surfer and a skateboarder. You can find him on the local beach or the skate park almost every day. He lives for his activities.
  • He always smells like coconuts, sunscreen and salt water. It’s a nice smell tbh.
  • Kisame dresses so casually all the time oh my god. Its all sweatpants, joggers, cargo shorts, graphic tees, plain tees and Vans. He looks good though. Everything fits him well.
  • He has sharp ass teeth and everyone wonders if he had them sharpened or if theyre just like that naturally, he never tells. 
  • Kisame owns 84 pairs of Vans and they’re all different in his eyes. 
  • He owns tons of swim trunks and wet suits as well as many surfboards. Same goes for his skateboards, he has tons just laying around. 
  • He has a large following on Instagram and Snapchat because he always takes his phone surfing and skating and takes really nice pictures. His handle is always @ kisashark (kisa(me) shark, get it? ha ha ha)
  • Kisame is always seen with this man that always look like hes either going to a corporate office or a funeral and no one knows who it is until Kisame posts a picture of them kissing with the caption “Itachi will kill me when he sees I took this, I love you though.” 

yoursummerfrost  asked:

For the kiss prompts: 4 for bittyparse

Kent’s had the Stanley Cup held over his head for nearly 30 minutes now, and he doesn’t want to admit that his arms are really sore. The day’s been a haze of adrenaline, not even 72 hours after the the final and he’s still buzzing on the thrill of winning, amplified by the crowd lining the Las Vegas streets, cheering. Black and red confetti falls from a parking garage, and from his spot on the back of his Ferrari, bits of it stick in his hair, catch to his jersey. His mom and sister are in the back with him, properly seated on the seats and waving meekly to the crowd, and Bitty’s up front, driving. He can’t stop smiling.

“Hey, Bits,” Kent calls, his voice barely carrying over the sounds of the victory parade. “Slow up a sec.”

He barely gives Bitty enough time to tap the breaks before he’s shuffling past his mom and jumping off the side of the car. Troy and his family are in the truck ahead, so Kent runs up to them and passes the cup off to his alternate captain. They share grins, Troy’s face red from the sun and beaming, and Kent reaches up to slap him on the shoulder before heading to the barricades to see the fans. He bounces between each side of the street like a pinball, signing hats and taking selfies. If he could stay longer and chat with everyone, he would, but one of the police guards keeps shooing him along.    

It’s the need for water that has him running back to his car, and Bitty’s driving slow enough that he can vault over the door and into the passenger seat, earning himself a chorus of “watch yourself!” from everyone inside.

“Having fun out there?” Bitty asks, smile tugging at his lips. He’s still trying to be disappointed that the first time Kent’s let him drive the Ferrari is in the slow moving parade, but Kent can see how much he’s enjoying being out here. Kent grabs a bottle hiding in the shade under the dash, just barely cold.

“It’s fucking amazing, babe.” He looks out at the crowd again, waving, then backwards to where more of his teammates are in their own cars, laughing. Winning this cup feels just as good as the first, and the one after that. It’s heaven. “I didn’t think I could ever be this happy.”

“I did,” Bitty says, quiet enough Kent almost doesn’t hear it. When Kent feels the urge to lean across the console and kiss him, he doesn’t stem it. It’s not much of a kiss, with Bitty facing the road again, but he plants his lips on Bitty’s cheek with a loud smack. Instead of pulling back and playing it off for a laugh, Kent keeps his forehead resting on Bitty’s temple, smells the synthetic coconut of Bitty’s sunscreen. He peppers a few more kisses across his cheekbone, down his jawline, before finally pulling back. Bitty’s even redder now, his fingers clutching tight at the steering wheel like he could float away.

In this moment, Kent thinks he could, too.

lizzielad  asked:

Congrats on hitting 1K! Welcome to the club, We've been expecting you! You had so many juicy prompts on your list, but somehow I was able to pick one. Let's go with BBRae, number 19) Imagine your OTP making out on the floor somewhere because the spots they usually do it are occupied by other people. Bonus points if you can make it smutty! - LB

Idk why this one took me as long as it did, but it’s extra hot and a bit longer than the others, so here’s hoping it’s worth it.

I never turn down the chance to earn some bonus points. ;) 

In case you didn’t get that folks, rated M beyond the cut. 


She watched him from across the room, her gaze fixated on the collar of his shirt. Raven bit her bottom lip, unable to stop the impure thoughts that raced through her mind and left her feeling uncomfortably warm.

She twirled the cup she held between her fingers absent-mindedly. What was it about his collarbone that she found so ridiculously alluring? If Garfield noticed her fascination at all, he pretended not to care. Instead, he appeared mellow, talking and joking amongst the other Titans like it wasn’t even a thing. He didn’t so much as glance in her direction, but Raven didn’t care; she was free to openly gawk at the way the button-up shirt had conveniently not been buttoned up at all. She knew she’d squirm if she dared let her eyes wander any further down his lean, exposed musculature.

Instead, Raven kept her eyes on the green of his neck and chest, and occasionally his forearms where he’d rolled up the sleeves of his colorful, floral, vacation shirt. The emerald-green tone of his skin clashed with the vibrant shades of his clothing, and Raven found herself feeling tantalized by the parts of him that were obscured by the fabric.

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Headcanon: What Pokémon characters would smell like

Professor Sycamore: A cafe, pastries and a hint of Cigarette smoke.
May: Aeropostale perfume and grass.
Archie: The Ocean.
Maxie: Burnt wine.
Professor Oak: Hard candy and the Wal-Mart produce aisle
Red: Air.
Blue: Axe body spray covering sweat.
Professor Birch: Firewood and Distress.
Professor Elm: Pencil shavings and baby wipes.
Professor Rowan: Original Old spice, Rum and old books.
Brock: Playground rocks.
Wally: Hand sanitizer and Laundry detergent.
Misty: Chlorine.
Giovanni: Cats and cigars.
Barry: Five Alive.
Hugh: Weeb.
Professor Kukui: Coconut sunscreen.

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sunscreen

NOTE: FLUFF!!! Awkward Sami  fluff.. And it’s kinda lowkey a little steamy too. I don’t know where this came from or if I’ll add to it later and make it a multi part thing, but.. For now, here it is.

WORD COUNT: 1k+

PAIRING: SAMI Z x READER, you.

Originally posted by msgem


You were in your own world, like always, humming along softly to Ed Sheeran as you sprawled on the brightly colored beach blanket in the hot Florida sun. You weren’t even sure why, but you found yourself looking up, over the rim of the Ray Bans shading your eyes and as the group of men walked past, you swallowed hard and licked your lips, fanning yourself a little.


Had the sun actually just  gotten hotter?

You weren’t sure, but when you reached out for the mojito sitting next to you, you were taking a sip when your eyes met his. And you promptly gaped when you realized exactly who he was.


He gave you this polite smile and you took a bigger sip of your mojito and daringly, you gave him a wink before settling back onto your blanket and going back to your reading.. You must have drifted off to sleep, it wasn’t a hard task, with the salt water hanging heavily on the cooling breeze as it blew, caressing your skin.. The sound of the waves and your ‘relaxing’ playlist filling your ears probably had a lot to do with it too.. Either way, you were soon being tapped awake carefully and you rolled over, rubbing your eyes, stretching your limbs and flashing a smile you hoped was seductive, you searched for words for a minute, finally asking, “Is something wrong?”


“Do you have any sunscreen? You’re burning a little.”


His voice was almost enough to make you want to drop your panties right then and there and you realized it then, your skin was hot… Painfully hot.


You palmed your face and laughed softly, digging through your bag and holding it out to him. “Here.. Can you get my back? I can’t.. I really can’t reach it all.”


He gave a nod, motioned for you to turn around and the second his hands touched your skin, coating it with the cooling relief of the thick creamy sunscreen, you bit back a whimper at the way his hands felt against your skin… He must have heard the sound because he asked quietly, “Are you okay?”


“Yeah, I’m fine. It just feels good.” you managed to mumble and when his hands dipped lower, moving over the flimsy strings of your neon pink bikini top, you bit your lip as he asked, “This is okay, right?”


“Please?” the word was choked from your lips and it sounded one hell of a lot more needy than you anticipated it to sound. Just the sheer touch of his large and rough palms against your smooth and reddened skin felt so fucking erotic.. You were starting to puddle just at the way he touched you.


He groaned quietly, but cleared his throat. “To get your lower back you’re gonna have to.. Lie down.” and it was kind of cute, he almost sounded nervous in a way.. The huskiness in his voice was thicker and you really felt yourself getting wetter.

You nodded and settled onto the brightly colored blanket and when his hands crept down to your lower back, you bit your lip, maybe you wiggled slightly on the brightly colored blanket, and he asked you, “ How long were you asleep?”


“I have no idea.”


“You’re really burnt.” he remarked and you gave a nod. “It’s really hot out here.”


… where the fuck even did that come from, Einstein?… you thought to yourself as you settled in. When you felt his fingertips grazing the curled vines of your rib/hip tattoo, you squirmed a little because it felt good.


“It’s a squid.”

“Yolo.” you joked and he laughed as he held out your bottle of sunscreen. You took it and then found yourself gazing at him, licking your lips slowly.. “So… Do you do this often?” you asked the question in a flirty and soft tone and his cheeks colored a little. He shook his head, you saw clearly when his eyes left your eyes and darted down, lingering on your lips and then he gave a quiet laugh. “Actually, I don’t do this at all.”


“What’s your name?”

… ooh, good… play it smooth… god knows with all the crazies who flock to the men who are pro wrestlers for a living, it’s probably a refreshing change… and it’s not like you don’t have eighty million of his t shirts in your closet at home… and the thought had you blushing a little.


He chuckled and then answered, “It’s Sami… what’s yours?”

“ ( yourfirstname ).” you answered, smiling back at him. You knit your brows in concern and he asked you what was up and you nodded to his shoulders and back.


“You’re burning worse than me.” you dug out the sunscreen again and didn’t even ask,  you applied it to your hands, rubbing them together and kneeling in front of him, you started to rub down his chest, biting your lip when he barely refrained from groaning as your fingertips dragged slowly down his chest. Your eyes met his and you gave a soft laugh.


…. her laugh is addictive… he thought to himself as you motioned for him to turn around, and you squeezed out more of the creamy sunscreen, making him hiss sharply as the cold stuff hit his hot skin. And when your hands started to move slowly down his back, after you’d taken it upon yourself to straddle his hips and start really giving him a massage as you applied the lotion, he barely refrained from groaning a little louder.


You stopped. “I didn’t hurt you?”

He chuckled softly as he thought to himself, nope… but if I get any harder things will be awkward when I have to get up… and quickly answered you, a slightly stammered, “N-no.” as you bit your lip and continued to make circular motions along his shoulders and then down the center of his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles against your hands but wishing that it wasn’t just for a massage.


He heard Led Zepplin playing from your long forgotten earbuds around the same time as he realized you were softly humming Stairway to Heaven under your breath as you rubbed him down. “You have a pretty voice.”


“I don’t.” you insisted, laughing sheepishly as he insisted that you did.

“Trust me.. Me humming is not me singing. When I sing, it kinda sounds like nails on a chalkboard. Especially this one Beatles song..” you were babbling and you quickly counselled yourself to shut the hell up.


“Yeah, well.. I think your voice is pretty.” he insisted and you felt your skin heating up.. Only this time, it wasn’t from the sunscreen.

“Thanks.” you finally managed just as you finished massaging the creamy coconut scented sunscreen into his back and throats cleared from above.


“We were wondering where the hell you went, Zayn.”

“You gonna play volleyball with us? Or be lazy?”

“ Ah think dat we have interrupted somethin.”


“I’ll come down in  a few minutes.” Sami was a little tense, he sat up and gave his friends a slightly irritated glance as he looked at you and then asked, “I…”


“You what?” you were leaning in a little.

“I was wondering… Do you.. Maybe.. Fuck…” Sami laughed at himself and you stood, holding out your hand. “You were going to ask me if I wanted to walk down with you? So we could talk a little more?” you guessed, mentally kicking yourself for even presuming that he’d want you hanging around.


But he let you think that you were pulling him up and stood, nodding. “Actually, yeah.”

And now, you were the one who was shocked speechless. You smiled brightly and nodded, your hand slipping into his as you walked down the beach, towards where his friends all had a volleyball net set up.. “I’d actually love to.” you answered as you looked up at him and smiled.

Kiss me

A/N: Kinda based on the song Kiss me by Sixpence! Just some cute stuff kinda 

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1096

Warnings: none I dont think

Dean knew that whenever it was warm and sunny, the only place he’d find you was on the hood of Baby with a bottle of Jack, a blissful smile and nothing but a red bikini set that made his stomach churn with pleasure. It was a sight he never got tired of, and Dean constantly looked forward to summer because every day he’d be greeted with such an image. Such a picturesque moment. But today was different. He heard your voice before he even saw you. The melody entranced him, yet he tried to recall where he had heard such a tune.

Kiss me out of the bearded barley

Nightly, beside the green, green grass

Swing, swing, swing the spinning step

You wear those shoes and I’ll wear that dress

He could hear the smile in your voice as you sang, making him wonder why you would sing such a song. The selfish part of him, wanted to know if it was for him. Dean wasn’t stupid. He knew of the … connection, the two of you had. You had known each other for years, being Ellen’s niece and all. You didn’t join the Winchester’s until after Bobby’s death; and ever since then, Dean Winchester had slithered his way into your heart.

Dean was aware of the lingering touches, the wishful gazes. He himself wasn’t fully innocent either, especially since he wasn’t immune to your spirit, to everything that was you and it made him weak. Because he loved making you laugh, calling him a dork at whatever ridiculous thing he did. He loved being so attuned to your body during hunts, knowing your next move, knowing that you had his back always.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your hand up

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance

Silver moon’s sparkling

So kiss me

You weren’t aware of the bow-legged hunter as he watched, the sun putting you in a lovely haze as you sang. It was such a simple song that complimented your voice nicely. A song that you wanted to sing to Dean but knew you would never have the guts to. So for now, the sun, the dried tall grass from the surrounding farms, and the endless blue sky were your only audience. You could picture his perfect green eyes, the way they crinkled whenever he smiled at you. You were becoming restless, not telling Dean about this stupid crush. But you couldn’t tell him, not when there was so much to lose if he didn’t feel the same way. Baby had become your confident since the car was such an important part of the eldest Winchester. You spent a lot of time with it, with her.

“I didn’t know you could sing like that, sweetheart. If I did, I would have made you sing me to sleep,”

A slight shriek left your lips as you quickly sat up, the rough voice making you blush immediately – rivaling the color of your bikini top. With trembling fingers you smoothed your hair and tucked it behind your ears as you watched Dean make his way towards you with a lazy smile. Despite the heat, he sported a black t-shirt and a tan button up. His green eyes seemed to be brighter than ever underneath the summer sun.

“I um, I didn’t know you were listening. I d-don’t really sing in front of people,” You stuttered, making you flush even more from embarrassment. Really? Of all times to lose your cool, it had to be now? Dean’s gaze seemed too intense, making you nervous as you looked at anything but his eyes.

“Well that’s a shame because I’d listen to you all day. You’ve been out here for hours, Y/N.”

“You know I love the sun and summer,” You chuckled, shoving him slightly at such a ridiculous statement. He shook his head in amusement. A moment of silenced passed between the two of you as you relished in the heat, in the stillness of it all. It was so rare for there to be a day off, with no worries about saving either Winchester brother, or even Castiel. For once it was quiet.

“Why’d you sing that song?” His bluntness caught you off guard, but Dean was nervous yet eager to know your answer, licking his lips as he watched you collect your thoughts.

“The truth? Or some bullshit answer?” You grinned teasingly, hoping that this conversation was going where you think it was. He didn’t respond. “There is a certain someone that I want to sing that to, but never had the guts.”

“Lucky bastard, must be a real dick if you can’t tell him how you feel,” You didn’t miss the hopeful glance he sent your way before playing with the ring on his finger, his father’s ring. .You were surprised at his nervousness, Dean was the epitome of sex and confidence.

“Yeah, he can be a real dick. But he’s one of the best men I have ever known. Does everything in his power to protect the ones he loves,” By now it was a dead giveaway, you watched as he smiled briefly, turning to you. You leaned in slightly, your arm leaning against his.

“Oh yeah? How long have you liked this dick?”

“A couple years, but I knew he needed time. So I’ve waited, I’ll always wait,”

His hands slid up your sun kissed legs slightly, before resting on your hips. He stood before you, over 6 feet of pure gold and love that you so wanted to have but it was all up to him now. He took his right hand and trailed it down your arm before intertwining it with yours, pulling it towards his plump lips and placed soft kisses on your palm.

“You should have told me earlier,” he murmured against your skin, the coconut scent from your sunscreen intoxicated his senses. He had never loved a scent so much.

“So what are you gonna do about it now, Winchester?” You teased, gripping his shirt tightly and pulling him closer to you, his legs resting against the grill of Baby, your own wrapped around his hips lazily.

That wicked smirk that broke women’s hearts around the country, appeared on his face. Resting his head on the crook of your neck, his breath hit your bare skin, making you shudder slightly.

“I don’t know, sweetheart. What do you want me to do?” You never backed down from a challenged, especially not from Dean Winchester.

“Kiss me.”

anonymous asked:

one’s blind and falls in love with the other’s voice AU Percabeth

A great clap of thunder pulls Percy from sleep. He listens to the storm rage outside as his heart slows, as he grounds himself into reality. He’d been dreaming of—well, the images are fading, faster now that he’s chasing them, but he’d been on the sea. Ocean mist brushed against his face as he leaned against the railing of his father’s boat, the man’s booming laugh carrying across the deck. His mother had been there. She’d held his hand and described to him the sunset breaking at the horizon.

He wants, so badly, to slip back into that dream, even as it disappears.

“Percy?”

But Annabeth is here. Annabeth, who came over to study with him but fell asleep in his bed, who smells of coconut sunscreen and paper and strawberries, who tastes faintly of sweat as he wraps himself alongside her and kisses her neck. “What time is it?” he mumbles into her skin, twisting his fingers in her hair.

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The Signs + Summer Sensations

Aries: the smell of the sea || running barefoot through a grassy field || heavy thunderstorms that shake the trees || doing yoga outside in the morning || cool cotton sheets || the sound of lawn mowers || chlorine pools

Taurus: hot sand squishing between your toes || picking flowers to put in your hair || sticky fingers after eating s’mores || tucking your feet into new sandals after getting a pedicure || seeing roses start to bloom || hearing your neighbor’s sprinklers go off || the smell of linen

Gemini: the breeze lifting up your sundress || sea salt in your hair || falling asleep in a hammock || slicing up fresh fruit to eat while you tan || baseball caps || staying inside after getting too much sun and watching movies || condensation on a cool glass

Cancer: the constant smell of sun-tan lotion || taking long road trips and eating candy with your friends in the car || pushing your sunglasses up on your head || outdoor concerts || blasting Lana songs in the car || falling asleep to the sound of crickets || movie marathons

Leo: seeing festival tents pop up all over the country || stopping at fruit stands and filling your basket with fresh peaches || bikini strings dangling down your back || floppy hats || homemade popsicles || opening your bedroom window || ribbons in your hair

Virgo: waking up to sunbeams streaming through your curtains || blowing bubbles in your front yard || wearing that cute halter top first the first time || visiting national parks || water balloon fights || rooftop parties || sitting in the shade on a hot day || flimsy shirts with strappy bandeaus

Libra: watermelon juice dribbling down your chin || walking through the city with hot pavement under your feet || eating fresh saltwater taffy || sheer, sunny make-up || collecting seashells || making smoothies in the morning || putting on hot flip flops

Scorpio: gardens full of fairy lights and paper lanterns || walking through the forest and seeing sunlight break through the leaves || ice cream dripping off the cone onto your fingers || iced coffee || picking up a warm book after it had been sitting in the sun for hours || the sound of the ocean waves || sitting naked in front of the AC

Sagittarius: the waves breaking over your legs || making homemade strawberry lemonade that leaves your lips pink and sticky || lying on the dock at a lake || the sound of the ice cream truck || flea markets and antique fairs || skinny dipping || summer romances

Capricorn: feeling the wind whip through your hair while you swing at the nearest playground || sleeping in the bed of a truck under the stars || street fairs || braids and highlights || sushi rolls || eating berries with sugar || taking polaroid photos

Aquarius: seeing deer jump through the woods while you picnic || the whirring sound of the fans throughout your house || sno-cones || sleeping in tents || retro bathing suits || bicycling around the city || stopping at roadside attractions with your friends

Pisces: the smell of sunscreen, coconut and warm skin || wildflowers by the highway || seeing kids playing hopscotch in the street || eating outside in the hot sun || driving with the top down || hot air balloons || the first drink of a glass of ice cold water

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in dreams

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.

you burn with the brightest flame

Harry frowns, thinking that he shouldn’t have to be glad about what gender he is, just like omegas shouldn’t have to be scared and nervous that anyone they meet might want to hurt them. He wonders why none of this occurred to him before, how he possibly could’ve just sailed through life before this without realizing how fortunate he was being born a beta. That seems a bit too serious of a conversation for Simon Cowell’s waiting room, though, so Harry puts an arm around Louis’s shoulders and teases, “You say that like you’re old or something. Two years isn’t that big of a difference!”
“Tell me that when you’re eighteen and looking back on this conversation,” Louis says.
“Well that’s - that’s different, isn’t it? We could be anywhere in two years, we could be famous.”
Louis’s eyes light up, his smile widening. “You think so?”
…or, the X-Factor Era A/B/O fic.

i’ll be someone who won’t be forgotten

I’m just—" (Harry hiccups) “there’s a lot here.”
And – yeah. There are oceans between them and mountain ranges surrounding them and Louis can feel tectonic plates shifting beneath his unsteady feet, pulling them further and further apart by the heartbeat. There are countries of distance, but there are pages and maps and textbooks of shared histories, moments documented and carefully filed away and Louis can’t remember thinking complete thoughts before he thought of Harry.
Six years since they’ve last seen one another, Louis bumps (literally) into Harry on the street on his way to work. In the hours following, they relearn one another and their past as they wander the streets and relive a few of their most significant memories together. Topics covered: what it means to grow up, how to be a real functioning adult in the world, how to stop lying, gravity in the context of black holes, and the reimagining of inevitability.

marking up the atmosphere

At the age of twenty, Harry deals with things expected to occur at his age: student loans, instant meals, electricity bills, and the constant, incessant presence of never ending coursework.
That, and the job of raising his six year old daughter and avoiding the charm of a young, successful, and very off-limits Louis Tomlinson.

we’ve got the world in our hands

A mutants/superpowers AU. Louis and his friends attend the Cowell Institute for General Education and Mutant Training in London; when Louis meets Harry, the newest student at the Cowell Institute, he immediately recruits Harry to help play matchmaker for his friend Zayn. Harry and Louis are so caught up in meddling in Zayn’s love life, though, that they don’t notice that their own friendship is progressing into something more. Meanwhile, an ominous threat up north grows slowly until suddenly, no mutant - or human - is safe.

butterfly gun

Harry has never been much of a fighter, but—as always—where Louis Tomlinson is concerned, a lot of things stop being true.
1940’s AU. Even after six years apart, they can’t forget their shared wartime childhood.

you came running with my heart

The world ends on a Saturday, which throws a bit of a wrench into Louis’ weekend plans. Now civilization appears to be destroyed, his roommate has run off into the countryside on a romantic quest, and Louis’ only hope of surviving is an ASDA employee with a pair of swords and too much time on his hands.
At least the apocalypse is over and done with – anything else that goes wrong is really just a footnote.
(A post-apocalyptic roadtrip au.)

like real people do

The summer is an engram of particular moments now, hazy episodes that play behind Harry’s eyes as he drifts off to sleep with an arm holding him close. All of those days of summer will blur together soon, but Harry will always remember them in his senses. They’ll be coconut-scented sunscreen and burnt cinnamon toast, grass stains on knees and flour-streaked hair, blue raspberry tongues and citrus sticky fingers, sunshine freckles and soft hands, warm tan skin and seaglass eyes. Harry will always remember those days of summer as the time he fell in love with Louis Tomlinson.
But he doesn’t know that yet.
AU. Harry is Louis’ soulmate but Louis isn’t Harry’s - it takes Harry a while to figure it all out.

always one food on the ground

“Listen. We’ll spend the next month pretending to be madly, outrageously in love. And then, we’ll stage a breakup so horrendous and heartbreaking that Liam and Zayn regret setting us up on this ridiculous blind date for the rest of their lives. You in?”
The Valentines Day themed AU where Liam and Zayn won’t leave Louis alone about his policy against dating, Louis enlists Harry on the fake boyfriends adventure of a lifetime, and Niall is not above bribing everyone with food to get what he wants.

number one fan

Harry’s sluttiness and need to get fucked combined with the football teams need for more motivation prompted the incentive. The agreement was simple, every game there was a player awarded MVP by the coaches. The MVP, or most valuable player was basically who all the coaches agreed played their best or the best in the game. Whichever player was awarded MVP was the one that got to take the head cheerleader, Harry home for some fun.
Harry’s agreement helped the team and players improve a lot. There had been a significant increase in player performance after the incentive had been implemented, and the team as a whole hadn’t lost a game since Harry was the “prize” which wasn’t much of a shock because let’s face it, everybody wanted to fuck Harry.

everything that shines ain’t always gonna be gold

Inception-inspired AU. Louis Tomlinson is the most respected and skilled extractor in the dream-sharing business; together he and his point man Zayn have been hired countless times to steal hundreds of valuable secrets straight from the minds of CEOs and politicians. One day, a mysterious and wealthy client contacts Louis and Zayn, offering them triple their normal rate in exchange for successfully completing a job that other extracting teams have deemed “impossible.” The one catch is that this client wants the very best - so he’s decided to team Louis’ skills up with those of Louis’ most hated rival, another highly-respected extractor named Harry Styles. Can Louis and Harry work together to complete the job and get the payout, or will they lose their minds along the way?

gasoline stars

It reminded him of stardust, of the history of suns, and he supposed that was what the boy asleep on his shoulder had been created out of. The history of suns.

Or, an AU where it’s all nice and innocent until someone ends up pregnant. (That would be Harry.) Also known as the Mpreg AU I’ve doubt you’ve read before.

Like Real People Do by moodlighting | art by slashter | Harry/Louis | 58k

The summer is an engram of particular moments now, hazy episodes that play behind Harry’s eyes as he drifts off to sleep with an arm holding him close. All of those days of summer will blur together soon, but Harry will always remember them in his senses. They’ll be coconut-scented sunscreen and burnt cinnamon toast, grass stains on knees and flour-streaked hair, blue raspberry tongues and citrus sticky fingers, sunshine freckles and soft hands, warm tan skin and seaglass eyes. Harry will always remember those days of summer as the time he fell in love with Louis Tomlinson.

But he doesn’t know that yet.

AU. Harry is Louis’ soulmate but Louis isn’t Harry’s - it takes Harry a while to figure it all out.

A Compilation Of Thirty Amazing Must-Read 1D-But-Mostly-Larry-Stylinson-Based Fanfiction:


1) And Then A Bit by infinitelymint (159k) (AO3)

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Progress: completed

Type: Chaptered (14/14)

Pairing (s): Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan/Barbara Palvin, Zayn Malik/Perrie Edwards

Take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

(AKA; Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)


2) Another Hazy May by deLILAh (41k) (AO3)

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Progress: completed

Type: One Shot

Pairing(s): Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Louis is a terrible poet and Harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. 

(AKA; a bookshop meets military meets summer romance AU ft. Marlboros, the Backstreet Boys, and underrated literary devices.)

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summer☼sunshine // 
[art: kawazu]

I’ve been feeling like a drag with winter and a lot of school work, so I made a Vocaloid playlist that reminds me of summer and running and grass and flowers and warmth and relaxing on the beach and coconut sunscreen and friends and sunshine sunshiiiine ☼

The actual playlist includes the artists of the songs, and I’ll be adding links to their pages, but here I’ll just put the Vocaloid used.

Long Way From Here - Miku / Weekender Girl - Len / Solesta!!! - Miku / Connection - Miku / 愛Dee - Miku & Luka / Moon Trip - Shima / Haiboku no Shounen - Len / Juvenile Remix - Len & Rin / Sekiranun Graffiti - Len / Splash Free! - Len / Cinderella Syndrome - Rin / Eazy Dance - Miku

I’ll add more over time.  If you have any suggestions feel free to let me know!