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When We Were Younger

When We Were Younger  (completed)

by waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee

Chapters: 6/6 (76k) (Updated 22/03)
Fandom: One Direction (Band)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Anne Cox, Gemma Styles, Harry’s nan, Nev Schulman, Max Joseph, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Catfish AU, Social Media, Pining, Angst, Smut, Masturbation, A Lot Of Masturbation, Sexting, Phone Sex, Anal Fingering, Break Up, harry/original male character, I promise it’s brief, Depression Themes, Very Minor Drug Use, Smoking, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex


About a week after Harry started visiting this particular chat room, he was watching some kid argue with the whole room about football, personally disinterested as he tipped a bag of crisps into his mouth. He happily chomped on the crumbs, taking a swig from a glass of Ribena to wash them down, glancing at the screen and very nearly spat the squash back out again.

His heart was pounding wildly. The display icon of the argumentative newcomer had caught his eye, and not in a good way. He gulped as he clicked the picture, and when it popped up in full resolution, his heart nearly fell right out of his arse.


Sixteen year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as their own.


Year One | Year Two | Year Three | Year Four | Year Five | Year Six

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Harry X Reader: Smut

In which Harry distracts you from your irrational fear of flying.

Request? Yes

Author’s note: This was inspired by a video that someone sent to me! Also, I’ve only flown twice, so let me know if I’ve got some wonky details.


This is not a first. You’ve flown plenty of times. In fact, you were just on a plane a week ago, but it never gets any easier. Now, you’re boarding a flight in New York City that’s meant to take you back to London.

“Oi! Careful, love,” Harry chides, gripping just above your elbow to keep you upright. You’ve stumbled over the entrance to the plane, embarrassingly enough. You blush and thank him quietly under your breath, continuing down the aisle to your seats. Slipping into the next to the window, you pull the shade down before tucking your bag under the seat in front of you. Harry slips in beside you and raises his eyebrows.

“Y/N, yeh don’ wanna see the view?”

You glare at him briefly. He knows how you get. Heights really aren’t your forte, and you have no desire to stare down at the Earth from hundreds of miles in the air. It’s bad enough knowing how far up you are without seeing it.

“Only jokin’, love. C’mon. You’re fine. Flyin’s not so bad.” He pats your thigh and grins, partly to comfort you and partly to tease you. He finds it funny and endearing how much you hate flying.

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i was going to submit this for the reverse bang but i didn’t finish it in time so! have a headcanon post

modern urban witch louis keeps old rum and whisky bottles when he’s done with them to store his herbs and keeps his new spell ideas in a note in his phone. he has to wear shoes around his flat because he’s always got lines of salt on the floor he forgot to sweep up, and more than once he’s done a one-handed tarot reading with his other hand stuck in a bag of crisps, TV playing loudly in the background. he has a shitty office job to pay the bills but on the side he sells potions and spells to a few trusted people – he can’t do anything major, just things like protection and safety sigils when lottie wants to go on holiday to majorca and pain relief solutions when his roommate niall has a headache, but it’s what makes him happiest.

when harry stumbles into his life, it’s because niall bragged about louis’ skills to his friend liam from work, who told his friend harry that there might actually be a solution to the insomnia that’s been plaguing him for months. harry’s tried everything – sleeping pills, therapy, home remedies, hypnotism, you name it – but nothing has worked. normally louis doesn’t do his magic for just anyone: it’s a secret for a reason, and he doesn’t want to be be bombarded by random distant acquaintances begging for magical relief to their own problems, and he’s debating sending harry away. but then harry shows up on louis and niall’s doorstep with deep dark circles under his eyes and the most pathetic look on his face louis has ever seen, and he folds like a stack of tarots.

louis brews up a quick sleep solution (ground smoky quartz crystal for stress, valerian root for a hypnotic, passionflower for anxiety, and 100 proof vodka to make it go down) and pretends he doesn’t notice the green of harry’s eyes or the wide set of his shoulders (all while harry is trying not to gape at this actual witch, who not only is not green-skinned and warty like he expected but actually, um, really fucking attractive). harry thanks louis profusely when he leaves, takes the solution when he gets home, and sleeps for almost fifteen hours.

he shows up again the next day to shower louis in more effusive thanks and to get more of the solution, and louis valiantly tries to control the blush that heats his cheeks when harry declares him “the greatest person on the planet in the history of ever, i’m pretty sure.”

then harry turns up the next day as well, this time on the excuse that he stubbed his toe and he was pretty sure he’d never be able to walk again. louis tucked his smile away, called harry a drama queen, and gave him a pain relief potion. 

and then the next day he was back again, claiming he didn’t feel bad yet but he was pretty sure he was about to come down with something, like a cold or maybe ebola.

and then it’s like he’s there every day on flimsier and flimsier excuses. (”louis, i’m being serious, i think i have gout. or, like, scurvy.” “harry, you walked in eating an orange, i think you’re fine.”) harry’s favorite thing to do is to sit and watch louis as he goes about his normal business, brewing special teas for his sisters and reading tarot cards for niall, who likes to be prepared for the coming week. niall, who got used to the magic business a long time ago, sits and keeps harry from sticking his fingers into anything he shouldn’t, or from accidentally knocking over the bottle of home-grown nightshade.

luckily, louis doesn’t mind one bit.

eventually, harry adds louis-designed protection sigils to his already extensive tattoo collection, and has learned to avoid the strategic piles of salt scattered around louis’ flat. their first date is a midnight picnic on the roof of harry’s building, picking distant star patterns out of the sky and sharing tentative, sweet kisses. 

for their first anniversary, louis carves the rune for true love into a jade pendant and blushes wildly when he tells harry what it means.

“it’s um. it means true love.”

harry pulls louis close, wide-eyed and starstruck, “aw, lou. i love you too.” and then he leans back, grinning wildly. “looks like you’ve got me under your spell.”

harry’s still laughing when louis pinches him in the side for the terrible pun, but he stops quick enough when louis gives him something else to do with his mouth instead.

(As always, you can find all my fic recs in my FIC REC MASTERPOST) 

- Feels Like Coming Home , by @phd-mama : The last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten. This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives.

Larry ex to lovers AU (60k) : OOMMMGGGGGG this is the best angst fic I read for a long time !! Very well written, absolutely painful and beautiful, maybe some TW (read the tags) , but really really read this now. (kind of share that for the smut, awesome btw)

- When We Were Younger , by @waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee : About a week after Harry started visiting this particular chat room, he was watching some kid argue with the whole room about football, personally disinterested as he tipped a bag of crisps into his mouth. He happily chomped on the crumbs, taking a swig from a glass of Ribena to wash them down, glancing at the screen and very nearly spat the squash back out again. His heart was pounding wildly. The display icon of the argumentative newcomer had caught his eye, and not in a good way. He gulped as he clicked the picture, and when it popped up in full resolution, his heart nearly fell right out of his arse. - Sixteen year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as their own.

Larry Catfish AU (76k) : starting with teenage Harry and going on for a few years of a online/phone relationship. Very well done ! angsty and (obviously) full of phone sex :D (kind of share that)

- Save your loving arms for a rainy day , by @briannamarguerite : “What’s got your panties in a twist, then, pop star?” the man finally asked, his gaze returning to Louis’ face. Something pressed against Louis’ chest and for a moment Louis let himself wonder what it would be like to let all his secret spill out. To fall into the space between them and be devoured by this stranger. Terror mingled with bliss, tangling into a sharp throb he had to swallow hard against. “Absolutely nothing,” Louis said instead. “Happy days, yeah?”The man clicked his tongue once, a disappointed, wet tetch that Louis felt. Actually felt. “My mistake.”Louis turned desperate eyes on him, blinking too fast. He could see his own lashes flutter. “I’m living the dream, mate” he said and even he could hear the way his voice cracked along the edges. “What would I have to be upset about?”–Or the one where Louis is a pop star who has lost his voice and Harry helps him find it.

Larry famous-not famous AU (19k) : singer Louis and record-shop Harry, a bit angsty, some good smut (bottom Louis) and songwriting,  very well written !

- Your Love Was Handmade , by @inked-withlove : There must be a rule book describing in detail how you proceed from being best friends to lovers. That’s what Louis thinks. But maybe, there isn’t a need, Harry decides. Maybe you just follow your instinct and…run your finger down your best friend’s bare back. That should seal the deal for sure.Or, Harry and Louis are best friends who are also mutually pining, and when a work trip looms in to separate the two of them for three weeks, they finally get their shit together.

Larry BFF to lovers AU (5k) : BFFs who share a apartment  and are pining on each other are my kind of shit. Just a bit of smut.

- Perfect Storm , by @cherrystreet​: What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.Harry and Louis choose the latter.

Larry ex to lovers and fake relationship with a twist AU (80k) : angsty (but not THAT much), smutty (hello angry sex)(botyom Louis) and awesome :)

- You’re My Favorite Bird , by @supernope : Harry sets his hands on the counter and leans over them, looks Louis in the eye and says, “Louis, would you like to go bird watching with me?”Louis just blinks at him for a moment, like he’s not sure how to respond, then says, voice slow and unsure, “Is that a euphemism?”  Also known as: Harry is an ornithologist and Louis owns the camera repair shop where Harry gets his photos printed. Niall works for Louis, Liam works with Harry, and Zayn paints. There’s a cat, some camping, some bird watching, and obscene amounts of fluff.

Larry AU (33k) : Ornithologist-Photographer Harry, a lot of pining, some great smut (bottom Harry) , and kudos for the tattoos.

- Down For The Count And I’m Drowning And I’m Helpless  , by  patdkitten : “Staring costs extra, mate,” he says, perfectly cheeky. Harry didn’t know he found cheek sexy, but it’s definitely a turn on. He’s working up a response, turn on the Harry Styles trademark charm, when he hears a small whirring sound. Somehow, in his approach, Harry’d missed the ears perched on the barista’s head. Now that he’s aware of them, though, the dark brown fuzzy ears tipped in black twitch in his direction with another quiet whir. They remind him of the maid cafe he went to once in Japan, but while they hadn’t been attractive to him there, on this barista, they’re as sexy as the cheek.Yeah, Harry could definitely use a booty call. Maybe if he’s lucky, the barista’s getting off soon and would be interested in getting off with him…? He can dream, at least.— Harry Styles is an international pop star who suffers from insomnia, and Louis is the sassy little barista in fox ears and tail that won’t get out of Harry’s head. And the sexting is pretty damn great, too.

Larry Coffe Shop AU and Famous/not famous (5k): popstar Harry and sassy barista Louis, no smut.

- Love Is a Kitten from Hell      by  Anonymous : Louis Tomlinson passes himself off as an arrogant prick at his new school to hide the fact that he’s terrified of being bullied again. Just when he’s getting tired of putting up walls, he finds himself in a local pet shop where he finds a sanctuary playing with the kittens in the front window.Harry Styles is the popular football player who works at the pet shop, secretly watching the boy he thought was utterly unlikable prove him wrong. Partnered together for a class project, Harry gets more and more hints that Louis is actually someone worth getting to know. But the real question is, will Louis let Harry in?

Larry High school AU (8k) : cute and fluffy, with no smut.

so i’ve been making monthly fic recs for a full year now! that’s so insane to think about honestly. thanks for all the support! my first monthly fic rec was for april 2016 and it had 10 fics on it. now they have upwards of almost 30 fics. that’s character development. anyway…

here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of march. I recommend that you read these great fics in april, if you haven’t already. 

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. Perfect Storm (80k)*

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

2. The Night Sky is Changing Overhead (124k)**

Harry is a tattoo artist, Louis is a drama professor, and they meet during an argument at a café.

3. All I Wish Not to Remember (71k)**

What happens when all you had, all you loved, all you held dear is viciously ripped away from you? When your inner core, once filled with love and hope and light, blackens to raw, dark hatred?

What happens when your soul is hopelessly consumed and no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you attempt to shake yourself out, to rid your tormented mind of the opaque feelings that plague you, all you can see, all you can feel, all you can want is…

Revenge.

A modern adaption of The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. A tragic tale of timeless undying love, merciless revenge, and selfless sacrifice.

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When We Were Younger 

by waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee

Coming Soon


About a week after Harry started visiting this particular chat room, he was watching some kid argue with the whole room about football, personally disinterested as he tipped a bag of crisps into his mouth. He happily chomped on the crumbs, taking a swig from a glass of Ribena to wash them down, glancing at the screen and very nearly spat the squash back out again.

His heart was pounding wildly. The display icon of the argumentative newcomer had caught his eye, and not in a good way. He gulped as he clicked the picture, and when it popped up in full resolution, his heart nearly fell right out of his arse.


The Catfish AU I have NOT stopped talking about is coming in a matter of DAYS!!! :)

anonymous asked:

josh dun birthday fic???? i dont even care where you go with it, it'll be so cute :)

JOSH DUN BIRTHDAY FIC

You push open the door to the bar and pull Josh close the minute the outside air hits you both. Josh shivers even though it’s not cold, and clutches your arm and you try to just put your head down and weave your way past the paparazzi lined up and blocking the line of cars waiting to take you home.

“It’s my birthday!” Josh fist pumps and shouts for possibly the hundredth time since midnight. You chuckle and roll your eyes fondly. You’re hardly sober but Josh is absolutely trashed.

“I know that, rockstar,” you blink at the flash of cameras and tilt Josh’s head down so he can try and avoid them as best possible. “I’m fairly sure the people trying to get a picture of you in that awful shirt know as well.”

“Heyyyy,” Josh pouts, looking down at the fabric of his shirt and sticking out his lower lip. When he looks up his eyes are droopy and sad. “This was a present from…somebody I think. Burberry or something; Tyler told me it was high fashion,” Josh blinks slowly. His words are slurred and thick, even slower than usual.

“I’m sure he did,” you chuckle. You spot Josh’s handlers waving him over to a sleek black car and steer him in that direction.

Josh grunts and flails his hands around drunkenly in the air. You’re close enough now that you just duck away, slide into the car and wait for Josh to take a few pictures before climbing inside but the minute you drop his hand, Josh’s careening off back into the crowd. You hear the bodyguards shouting and the hysterical screech of both the paparazzi and fans gathered around but there’s not much you can do now that you’re already tucked into the back of the car.

“Dammit,” you grumble as you crane your neck and try to see out the window but all you can spot is Josh’s shadow looming close to the door and then jumping away again time after time as he avoids his security team. You’re going to kill him.

“I’ve got him!” one of the security guard thunders through the din outside the car and then finally Josh’s being shoved into the backseat, the meaty hand of one of his bodyguards curled around the top of Josh’s head. He sprawls into the car, a flail of drunk, loose limbs and you pull him down next to you. The security guard, Chris is his name, climbs in last and pulls the door firmly shut behind him.

“You all right?” Chris puts his hand on Josh’s shoulder and squeezes gently.

Josh nods, his head ducked down and hair covering the front of his face. “’M’good,” Josh mumbles into his hand and coughs. “Great. It was a great party, Y/N,” he says, looking up and blinking at you sleepily. “Thank you so much.”

You want so kiss Josh so badly – have wanted to all night, really – and now that you’re relatively alone you finally give in. You shoot a quick glance at Chris hoping he can read the ‘sorry, I’m about to kiss my boyfriend senseless’ look in your eyes, and he just waves his hand at you, pulling out his phone and texting away on the screen as the car drives away from the curb and you thread your fingers into Josh’s hair and pull him in for a kiss.

Josh hums happily against your mouth and touches your face with his clammy fingers. Josh’s lips are warm and wet and he tastes sweet like the alcohol he was drinking all night. You make yourself pull away quicker than you would have liked because as much as Chris is trying his best to ignore you, you do have an audience. Instead of being grumpy about it Josh beams down at you when you separate.

“Yay, birthday kisses,” he says happily. You laugh and lay your head on Josh’s shoulder as the car bumps along the road in the dark on the way back to you and Josh’s house.

It’s not a big party at the house after the night out, just a few of your closer friends and the hardcore partiers who refuse to believe three in the morning is an acceptable time for a birthday celebration to end. You anticipated this ahead of time and had a fridge stocked full of beer and champagne and had covered your kitchen counter with bags of crisps before you and Josh left for the party earlier in the night.

Mark’s got the music set up in the living room and Tyler and Jenna are leading some ridiculous singalong from the top of the coffee table, arms linked around each other as they sway drunkenly. Michael looks nearly passed out on the floor in front of the television. You’re leaning in the doorway to the kitchen just watching everyone for a minute when Josh looks up and catches your eye, his face breaking into a wide grin.

“It’s my birthday,” Josh shouts. You watched Michael reach up and cover Josh’s face with his hand and then wrestle him to the ground. You would go help Josh out, but it’s actually kind of funny, having two drunken grown men rolling around the floor of your house at half four in the morning. They go on for a few minutes until Josh shouts, “Get! Off! Me! It’s my birthday I said!”

Michael finally lets Josh go and Josh stands up, tipping over on his feet before settling himself. You smile and watch Josh as he walks over, trying his hardest to seem sober when it’s very clear he’s anything but. When he gets close enough, Josh leans his face into your neck and kisses you, your hands curl around his waist and steady him on his feet.

“When is everyone going home?” Josh kisses the skin just behind your ear and drags his teeth over the spot.

“Soon,” you glance at the clock and decide that yes, this would definitely be a good time to start calling the car service and empty your house of the hangers on. Josh’s getting more and more restless, rocking slowly into your hip, his fingers clutched tight in your shirt. The last thing you need is Josh stripping you in the middle of his own birthday bash but that seems to be exactly where Josh’s heading. “I’ve got to call some cars.”

“So call them then,” Josh whines. He digs his teeth into your earlobe and you nearly drop your glass of champagne, the brat. “I want them out. Want you so bad. It’s my—“

“Birthday, I know, love, I’ve got it.” You smile at Josh fondly, scooping his hair away from his eyes and pushing it back before Josh gets the chance. Josh blinks at you, his eyes wide and brown, pupils blown out and dark. “I’ll get them out and we’ll see how it goes, yeah?”

Josh rolls his eyes and looks so dizzy when he’s finished he seems about to fall over. If Josh manages to even stay awake another ten minutes it’ll be a bloody miracle; you’re fairly sure any kind of sex is out of the question. Josh narrows his eyes and pokes you in the shoulder.

“Get to it.”

t doesn’t take long for you to get the cars set up and gather everyone to the door shoving them out into the early morning air with a pat on the head and their address pinned to their jackets. Chris kisses your cheek loudly, and Jenna hugs you tightly before Tyler’s dragging her away, pulling the door shut with a wave.

You turn off the lights and decide to leave the mess of the party to deal with tomorrow. After brushing your teeth and stripping out of your clothes, you find Josh completely passed out in your shared bed, fully dressed minus the one shoe he somehow managed to wiggle off his foot.

“What a rockstar,” you say quietly before going to get Josh out of the rest of his clothes and under the covers as gently as you can. You climb in next to him and Josh immediately curls closer, his head pillowed against your shoulder, breath sticky and warm on your skin.

Josh’s alarm goes off at an ungodly time that morning.  Even amidst all the fumbling and beeping, you wish he’d thought to turn it off before consuming enough alcohol to confuse an entire village.  

You lean out of the bed to fumble with Josh’ jeans, trying to dig the phone out of the pocket when Josh’s snores change into the deep, aggravated snuffling he does when he needs to wake up and doesn’t want to. You finally finds the phone and turns the alarm off, throwing the room into silence except for Josh’s low, pitiful moans.

“Oh my goddd.”

You laugh quietly, ducking away from Josh’s swinging hand and the way he’s trying to kick you under the covers. “Rise and shine, Josh,” You roll over to Josh and push the hair back from his face. Josh’s skin is pale, the skin under his eyes dark and bruised looking. “It’s time to get up and ready for soundcheck.”

“No,” Josh moans and flops around in the bed. “Don’t wanna.”

“Well that’s too bad,” You say firmly. “That’s the price you’ve got to pay for being a big famous popstar.”

Josh’s eyes are still closed but his lips turn down in a small frown. “But it’s my birthday.”

“I know, love,” You pat Josh’s thigh under the covers. “Now come on birthday boy, get up and I’ll make you some breakfast.”

Josh wrinkles his nose and blinks his eyes open before shutting them quickly and rolling so his back is to you. He lies perfectly still for a second. “Waffles?”

“Of course,” you huff. “You better get up and get in the shower while I’m cooking though.”

Josh’s quiet for another second before letting out a long and drawn out sigh. “Fine. I’ll get up.”

You pat Josh’s hip and then rub his hair for a bit. “Good,” you say and then get out of bed, You love parties, you do, but last night felt like it might kill you..

“Don’t forget we’ve got my mom’s tonight too,” Josh says. He’s sat up now on the edge of the bed, knuckling the sleep from his eyes. He’s yawning and moaning and is still somehow so beautiful, your chest aches. Sometimes you feel like you love Josh so much you can’t breathe.

“Right,” you look away and grab a shirt and pair of pants and start to get dressed before you do something ridiculous like declare your everlasting devotion to a hungover popstar in your bedroom on a Sunday morning.

“My boy,” Laura pulls open the front door and runs full fledged at Josh.  She wipes her hands hastily on her apron before wrapping her arms around his neck, cradling him like he was still a ten year old boy.

“Hi, mum,” Josh grabs his mother back, kissing her cheek and beaming before pulling away.

“And Y/N,” she says, throwing herself at you with just as much enthusiasm. She claps her hands together and reaches out to gather you into a tight hug.

“Hey, where’s my big brother?” Ashley comes out from the kitchen wiping her hands on a tea towel and shaking her head. “God, Josh, you look like absolute shit.”

“I know,” he chuckles, running his hand through his bright hair. “I feel it too,” Josh mumbles quietly.  You rub his back slightly, you feel bad for Josh for a quick second before remembering who was insisting on the triple shots.

Laura gathers your belongings to put in the back closet while Ashley bounces back into the living room, where the rest of Josh’s family is gathered to greet the two of you.  

“Happy birthdays” and hugs go around before the two of you settle in to enjoy the evening.

“Maybe we should go home,” Josh sighs into your ear about an hour into the night.  He hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast and his brow line was sweaty.

“It’ll be okay, you’ll feel better once you’ve eaten something,” you say and squeeze Josh’s hand.

You and Josh fall asleep on the sofa after dinner, Josh’s sprawled out and you’re breathing quietly against his chest. When you wake up, it’s to Abigail shaking your foot and smiling down at you apologetically.

“Sorry, my mom wants to do the cake before it gets too late. Do you think you can wake him?”

“Yeah, I’ll get him up,” you stretch your arms up and yawn. “Thanks, Ab.”

She grins at you fondly and leaves and you take a few minutes just to be able to enjoy being with Josh all quiet and relaxed like this. The parties were great; you loved to go out and spend time with family and friends, and so does Josh.  But you can think of a hundred times in the past day when you’d have liked nothing more than to be able to take Josh’s hand and kiss him or just sit with him the way you do when there’s no one else around, arms and legs together in a tangled mess of limbs.

“Hey,” you whisper, pushing the hair from Josh’s forehead and kissing him softly. “Wake up, babe.”

Josh frowns, his eyebrows crunching up in sleep. “No. Why are you always waking me up? I thought you loved me?”

You laugh. “I do, love, but your mom wants to do the cake and as much as I like cuddling on the sofa we’re going to need to head to a real bed soon or I’ll be crippled by the morning.”

Josh huffs and rubs his eyes. He swings his legs to the floor and glances at you through the curtain of his hair. “Time for cake, huh?”

“Now come on,” you pat Josh’s leg and stand up, holding your hand out for Josh to grab on to. “Cake then bed. I’m too old for all this partying. Next year you need to find yourself a young girlfriend that can keep up with you better, yeah?”

“Next time,” Josh rolls his eyes and kisses you hard on the mouth. “Shut up. You know you’re stuck with me. Hope you’re going to enjoy long birthday celebrations and partying hard every year until we’re wrinkly and old.”

You feel a stupid grin pull at the edges of your mouth and you have to look away when Josh starts to drag you off to the kitchen. “All right, Josh. I think I can manage that.”

Josh’s childhood bedroom has been converted into a guest room in the sense that it’s still all of his old furniture but the Lord of the Rings and Pearl Jam posters have all been taken down from the walls. The first time you visited you’d pouted when you realized you were seeing a stripped down version of Josh when he was younger until Ashley found some pictures of him, awkward and gangly at twelve and thirteen and that more than made up for it.

Josh slips the sheets and covers up until you’re both curled under the covers. You tuck your head in against his chest.

“I really did have a great weekend, you know,” Josh says quietly. “Thank you.”

You kiss his hand, clasped to yours.

“I’m glad,” You already feel like you’re about to crash, your body is heavy with sleep. You’re tired and warm, and all wrapped up in Josh. “Many more to come, right?”

All Josh does is smile. You can feel it in the curve against your skin.

You wake in the morning to the sun shining brightly through the small bedroom window. You can hear people moving about in the kitchen, the bang of pans and the smell of coffee filtering through the air. You can’t stay long in the morning because Josh has a show to play, but for now this is good. It’s nice.

“Morning,” Josh’s voice is soft and slow. He still sounds half asleep. You push him onto his back and kiss his shoulder.

“Morning to you,” you say.

“You should get me some coffee, I think,” Josh’s eyes are closed but he’s smiling, his lips tipped up and the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Oh really,” you say. “And why is that?” You shake your head and roll your eyes at the ceiling because the worst part is no matter what the reason you probably will get the coffee and Josh will be smug about it. It’s just a matter of time, really.

“Because it’s my—“

“Josh Dun,” You cut him off. “If you say ‘birthday’ one more time I’m going to lose my mind. It’s not your birthday anymore! It’s Monday! A full day past your birthday!”

“What I was going to say,” Josh rolls over and props himself up on one elbow so he’s looming over you, his hair hanging low and ticking your forehead and cheek. “Is that it’s my birthday week.”

“Birthday week,” you repeat.

“Mhmm.”

You huff playfully. “All right, I’ll play along; it’s your birthday week. Got it.” Josh smiles, and you point a finger at his chest. “But just you wait. October isn’t all that far away and when my birthday rolls around I’m going to make you pay and pay and pay…”

“Oh, I’m looking forward to it,” Josh says, grinning.

Stressed Out // Jeff Atkins

Request: Could I request one with Jeff where the reader is really stressed about school and he helps her?

A/N: of course! I apologise for how long it took me to write this, it’s kind of a long imagine. I hope this turned out the way you wanted. ❣️

Warnings: None


She had a painstaking amount of homework and assessments piled up on her desk from this semester. She’d been off school for a few days trying to catch up on everything. She was tired, she was exhausted and she had this kink in her neck from not moving for a while. 

She tried everything she could to keep herself together and get this done, but nothing was doing it for her. She ran her fingers through her hair with an agitated sigh. Her patience was slowly fading and the frustration built up. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped her desk with anger. Finally snapping she through all of her papers off her desk, tears now flowing down her cheeks as she rested her head in her hands. 

Not hearing the knock at the door, Jeff Atkins had entered her bedroom. The sight of her caused his heart to sink. He slowly approached her, kneeling down in front of her and grasping her small hands in his. “Babe?” He spoke softly.

She looked up at him hesitantly, her hair all over her face, eyes puffy. She released strangled sobs, her body shaking. He reacted quickly by pulling her up to her feet and holding her close, running his hands through her hair to calm her down.

“What’s going on, what happened?”

“All this homework, all these assessments, they’re stressing me out and I haven’t slept in days, I can’t concentrate, I have this kink in my neck that hurts really bad and i’m just so exhausted” she rambled on.

He pulled her over to the bed, sitting down and pulling her on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her waste, she rested her head in the crook of his neck. “You need to rest, get some sleep and I will help you” he offered.

“But I need to get this done”

“You’re not going to get this done if you don’t get some rest” he argued. She sighed before giving in. She lied down, Jeff joining her. He pulled her into him and cuddled with her until she fell asleep.


She woke up, realising that Jeff was no longer asleep next to her. She let out a yawn and stretched, hearing her body crack. Putting her hair up in a ponytail she watched as her boyfriend walked in with some snacks and water.

“Hey baby girl, feeling any better?” She nodded her head in appreciation to her much need sleep and her boyfriend who placed the snacks in front of her and water on her bedside table. “I figured you hadn’t eaten much so I kind of went through your cupboard and got some snacks” he admitted shyly.

“I’m sorry for going through your cupboards by the way”. She smiled at him, uttering a thank you before ripping open a bag of crisps and shoving a handful in her mouth. He stifled a laugh as she looked up at him with a mouth full of chips. She tilted her head as if asking “what’s so funny”

“You look like a chipmunk” 

This caused her to let out a laugh before choking on a chip. She reached for her water quickly, sculling it, finally being able to breath again. “Don’t make me laugh while I’m eating, oh my gosh” she giggled. He smiled at her before grabbing all of her sheets and placing them in front of her. She sighed before pushing aside her snacks and arranging her sheets. 

“You should be fine to do this now, if you need help i’m right here okay?” He offered.


She threw herself back on the bed “i’m finally finished” she over exaggerated, flailing her hands everywhere. He smiled down at her wholeheartedly replying with “I told you so”. She sat up, leaning her head on his shoulder, him fiddling with her tiny hands. “I love you, y/n” “I love you too, Jeff Atkins”

Originally posted by cynicalsunset

I’m lying in bed, wearing a pair of old leggings, watching the 1999 Mummy film (i.e. the only Mummy film ever made) and eating a huge share bag of crisps and looking at pictures of other people’s cats on my phone. I just bit into a crisp so hard that a fleck of fried potato and sweet chilli seasoning was launched directly into my eyeball. Luckily, it got caught in my eyelashes and fell onto my hand, and I ate it. This is now a lifestyle blog.

why is one of the most important images to me right now harry sitting cross-legged on a couch trying and failing to open a bag of chips and liam walks by and plucks the bag up out of his hands and pops it open like it’s nothing – because it is nothing it’s a fucking bag of chips – and plops it back into harry’s hands and he keeps walking and harry just eats the chips like nothing’s really happened because that’s just liam for you

why is that important

anonymous asked:

Hi B!! How have you been lovely?? I took a break from tumblr and fandom in general and I haven't read a fic in almost a month. Which one do you think I should read first? I'm excited to catch up :) thanks in advance!!! <3

Heya love ! Welcome back ! Here’s some fics you should read :)

- Feels Like Coming Home , by @phd-mama : The last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten. This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives. (60k)

- Them Butterflies , by @gaycousinlarry  : To sum it all up - Louis is beautiful. Breathtakingly so. And Harry can’t find it in himself to even question the fact that he thinks so. Louis is mesmerising, nearly magnetic with all the energy bouncing off of him. Harry doesn’t know what to make of it, but he knows he doesn’t want this night to end.  This is the extraordinarily ordinary AU where Harry falls in love for the first time and Louis learns how to fall in love all over again. (68k)

- I Walk the Line , by @a-writerwrites : Professor Louis Tomlinson is the leading researcher in his field.  Harry Styles is Louis’ recently hired grad assistant.  Sparks fly between them but something doesn’t add up when it comes to Harry, and Louis is determined to find out what.  What happens when everything Louis thought he knew comes crashing down around him?  Is he doomed to repeat his past mistakes? Or will he learn to follow his heart and find a way to forge his own path, alongside someone he’s not sure he can trust, but who might just be the best thing to ever happen to him. (55k)

- Riptide , by FlyingAlwaysInColor : AU in which Louis loses his amazing mum, and is sent on a forced holiday to a luxury spa resort where he meets a green-eyed butterfly-angel and an adventurous Irishman who help him start to heal by administering equal doses of love and laughter.(91k)

- When We Were Younger , by @waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee : About a week after Harry started visiting this particular chat room, he was watching some kid argue with the whole room about football, personally disinterested as he tipped a bag of crisps into his mouth. He happily chomped on the crumbs, taking a swig from a glass of Ribena to wash them down, glancing at the screen and very nearly spat the squash back out again. His heart was pounding wildly. The display icon of the argumentative newcomer had caught his eye, and not in a good way. He gulped as he clicked the picture, and when it popped up in full resolution, his heart nearly fell right out of his arse. - Sixteen year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as their own.  (76k)

- Save your loving arms for a rainy day , by @briannamarguerite : “What’s got your panties in a twist, then, pop star?” the man finally asked, his gaze returning to Louis’ face. Something pressed against Louis’ chest and for a moment Louis let himself wonder what it would be like to let all his secret spill out. To fall into the space between them and be devoured by this stranger. Terror mingled with bliss, tangling into a sharp throb he had to swallow hard against. “Absolutely nothing,” Louis said instead. “Happy days, yeah?”The man clicked his tongue once, a disappointed, wet tetch that Louis felt. Actually felt. “My mistake.”Louis turned desperate eyes on him, blinking too fast. He could see his own lashes flutter. “I’m living the dream, mate” he said and even he could hear the way his voice cracked along the edges. “What would I have to be upset about?”–Or the one where Louis is a pop star who has lost his voice and Harry helps him find it.  (19k)

- Life Was a Song, You Came Along , by @rainbowninja​ : It’s embarrassing how long it takes Louis to recognize his own song. Niall had sung it as a bright, hopeful love song, and that’s honestly how Louis had always assumed it should sound. But this new voice, slow and rough, stripped of any backing instrument, has infused the lyrics with just the tumultuous mix of fear and defiance that Louis can remember so clearly from the night he wrote them. It’s not a comfortable thing, to feel like someone is singing all your secrets back to you.  Louis is a songwriter trapped in a lie that could ruin his best friend’s career. Harry owns a record store, distrusts everyone in the music industry on principle, but loves Niall Horan’s newest album. A modern retelling of Singin’ in the Rain.  (37k)

- It Had To Be You , by @fullonlarrie : A When Harry Met Sally AU.
Harry and Louis are strangers who share the drive from Chicago to NYC after college. They don’t have anything in common, don’t get along, and at the end of their trip, they’re both glad to say goodbye. During a chance meeting five years later, they find that nothing has changed, and they part ways expecting never to see each other again. Ten years after their first meeting, Louis and Harry meet once again, but this time they become friends. Eventually, things get complicated.
(45k)

Bts reaction to their s/o randomly shouting at them for being hot

masterlist

Hey so I would like to ask if you could do a bts reaction of there s/o just randomly out of the blue just shouting at them on how hot they are lmao, that’s kinda weird I’m sorry xD

haha omg this is such a good idea! thank you for the request :p


jin:

You two where sat watching Spring Day, this was the first itm you had watched it as Jin wanted to see your reaction however he did not expect you to suddenly start shouting in frustration at how good he looked. The frustration in your voice only made it cuter as Jin tried to hold in a laughter but couldn’t and burst out laughing.


Originally posted by ksjknj

jimin:

You two decided to have a lazy movie day and so you decided to put on no make up, stay in your pjs and tie your hair up. You was surprised when you went to open up your door to see a nicely dressed Jimin holding bags of crisps and popcorn ready for the movie. When you let him in you suddenly started shouting telling him this was a lazy day and he shouldn’t have dressed so attractively as you “looked like a potato”.

This shocked Jimin and he couldn’t help but giggle at your angry compliments before returning the favour “but y/n there will never be a day where you dont look beautiful to me”

Originally posted by jmins

jungkook:

You decided to surprise him at one of his dance practices. He had just been looking after you the week before as you had really bad flu and he saw you at your absolute worse. You figured that it would only be fair if you saw him at his worse too and decided that sneaking in during his dance practice when he was in his sweats, all red faced and humid would be the best time but to your disappointment he looked even more attractive. The sweat gave him a warm glow and you shouted in frustration only causing him to laugh.

“baby im beautiful. im jungkook” he says striking a pose


Originally posted by galaxygirlexo

jhope

You was with the rest of the members as v was showing you a video of jhopes practice. Jhope was on the other side of the room talking to jungkook when he heard you shouting at Vs phone about Jhope looking so hot. He would look at V angry that he showed you that performance as he did not think it was clean enough for him to be proud of yet and also looking at you, heavily judging you for getting so verbal about him in a video.

Originally posted by jjibooty

suga:

You two had one for a stroll in the park when you told him you wanted to take a selfie. After a few shots, at a few different angles suga said you had  taken enough and one of them will be good enough when you protested suddenly asking him to pull a ugly face so you can look a little better when compared to him. 

Without you saying another word he just pulled a confused face at you before saying “you’re so strange sometimes” dismissing your comment to take another photo before walking ahead on the path.

Originally posted by kim-taehyungieee

v:

V was asleep when you decided it would be a funny idea to put makeup on his face. You gave him eyeliner and started to put on the lipstick when he woke and began tackling you giggling. In retaliation you smeared the lipstick all over his face and when he let you go from under him you stood up ready to look at the laugh at the mess on his face when you realised he still looked just as good looking as before.

“god damn it tae! why cant you be ugly for once! even with that all over your face and you still look fucking adorable!” you cried out. 

Tae just giggled at you “why thank you, i may keep this look” he said before showing you a silly face and running off.

Originally posted by byeoltan

Rap monster:

You was nursing a hangover when you walked into the kitchen in the morning to get some breakfast. You expected Namjoon to be in the same situation if not worse as he had had a few more drinks than you but to your surprise when you walked i the kitchen you saw Namjoon sitting on the table with a cup of tea on his phone looking fine as ever. “are you joking?” You said before going into a big rant about how it wasn’t fair that he looked so good even after a drunken night out.

He immediately burst into laughter going bright red with embarrassment. “ahh y/n you’re so adorable when you’re angry”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

day’s end | five evenings in the mill

Ao3 link

i.

Sliding into bed at the end of a day like the one he’s had is pure, fucking bliss. The sheets are cold and soft around his legs, the mattress takes his weight like a dream and his pillow smells of Robert. It’s perfect.

Well. Almost.

“So she keeps going on and on about what Jimmy would say and how Jimmy would have done it,” Robert’s saying between vigorous brushes of his teeth. “As if she ever listens to a word he says when he’s actually there!”

Aaron allows himself a moment to roll his eyes to himself so hard he might sprain something, then sighs and turns over so he can see Robert in the bathroom doorway.

Robert’s in nothing but his underwear, toothbrush in hand. It might be doing something for Aaron if he didn’t have toothpaste down his chin, a smattering of it on his chest. As it is, he manages to hum supportively and has to fight to keep his eyes open.

“Jimmy’s the one who suggested it! Which she knows,” Robert shoves the brush back into his mouth, a brief reprieve. “She wouldn’t know a good deal if it smacked her on the arse,” he mumbles around it, very close to actually foaming at the mouth.

Aaron does shut his eyes then, because it’s disgusting. “Just get Jimmy to ring her,” he says.

“I’ve tried,” Robert says, voice fading as he goes back into the en suite. There’s a blast of water, gargle, spit. If he has a piss with the door open again Aaron is actually going to smother himself.

Even through closed eyelids he can tell when the room goes dark, Robert shutting the doors, shuffling around to his side of the bed.

He smells minty fresh when he climbs in behind Aaron, so Aaron turns over, rolls into Robert’s body for a cuddle.

“I just wish she’d listen to me,” Robert says, a big hand rubbing up Aaron’s back. “I know what I’m doing.”

Aaron hums again, feeling heavy. “Just do it anyway. She’s an idiot.”

He feels Robert nod, a gentle hand through his hair. “Thanks for letting me moan at you,” Robert says, voice a quiet murmur now they’re pressed together.

Aaron shrugs, tucking his face into Robert’s neck, tangling their legs together. “What are husbands for?”

He thinks Robert presses a kiss to his temple but he’s already sliding into sleep.

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Authentic

Summary: Dan has accepted his sexuality, but has a plan to truly feel comfortable in his skin. He wants to yell it out (quite literally) for the world to hear that he’s gay. His plan doesn’t unfold exactly how he wants it to, but the alternative is quite nice, and he ends up having a date because of it. Heavily based on the iconic video by Miles McKenna, “Coming Out to Strangers” (x)

Words: 4065

Warnings: none really besides a brief food mention and the usual swearing


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Inconceivable

Request: okay I can’t find it but basically it asked for jefferson cheating on the reader and the reader going to the rest of the hamilsquad for comfort.

Pairings: past Jefferson x reader, platonic hamilsquad x reader

Warnings: cheating, mac n cheese, some swearing in multiple languages, the title is a reference to the princess bride

Word count: 1,851

A/N: I tried to make the reader gender neutral, so I hope that worked! Also fils de pute is french for son of a bitch and mierda is spanish for shit.

It was a warm Friday afternoon and you were exhausted but happy when you finished work early. You checked your watch as you headed towards the subway station, figuring you had enough time to grab something special for dinner. 

Maybe some of the mac n cheese from the little restaurant on the corner, you decided. Thomas would be home and you wanted to surprise him. 

You and Thomas had been together for two years, ever since you met at one of the Schuyler sisters’ galas. He had insisted on getting you a drink and inviting you to dance to whatever pop song had been blasting out through the speakers in sharp contrast to the couples waltzing on the dance floor.

-

“That’s not even slightly right, Alex,” you pointed out, “If you completely dismantle a system you have to have something in place to pick up the pieces-”

Alex looked like he was about to argue back when someone behind you caught his attention. “Thomas,” he glared. You glanced over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of a bright purple-y pink coat and a halo of dark hair. 

“What are you being wrong about today, Hamilton?” Thomas asked smoothly, idly stirring some kind of cocktail. “Is it everything?”

Alex straightened. “I was being right,” he snapped, “about how much nicer this conversation was before you joined it.”

You laughed and waved as Alex turned to go. “See you later,” you called after him. He grumbled something incoherent in return and you rolled your eyes, heading towards the bar. Thomas followed you.

“What’s someone cute like you doing in a place like this?” Thomas asked, raising an eyebrow. You snorted, surprised at his attentions. People like him didn’t generally try terrible pick up lines on people like you.

“Getting a drink,” you said, accepting your glass from the bartender. 

“Might I join you?” He extended his hand, “Thomas Jefferson.”

“Y/N L/N,” you shook it. “Nice to meet you.”

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                                          June 11th Fic Rec

1. we took the slow way by dangerbears
Words: 15k
Tumblr: @dangerbears

liam and louis teach kindergarten and harry styles has a kid and zayn is a dj and it’s all very complicated for various reasons.

2. come on, jump out at me by g_uttertrash
Words: 7k

Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to.

And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses.

(Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren’t exactly what they seem…)

Part 1 of domestic monsters

3. It’s Always You, I Always Knew by fackinglouis
Words: 8k
Tumblr: @fackinglouis

“Louis’ trying to weigh the pros and cons of writing out satanic curses and possibly carrying through with a damnation to hell in the middle of their local diner when somebody’s fingers rudely snap around in front of his face.”

Or the one where Louis pines pathetically and miserably for his best friend who is inconveniently taken.

4. When We Were Younger by waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee
Words: 76k
Tumblr: @waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee

About a week after Harry started visiting this particular chat room, he was watching some kid argue with the whole room about football, personally disinterested as he tipped a bag of crisps into his mouth. He happily chomped on the crumbs, taking a swig from a glass of Ribena to wash them down, glancing at the screen and very nearly spat the squash back out again.
His heart was pounding wildly. The display icon of the argumentative newcomer had caught his eye, and not in a good way. He gulped as he clicked the picture, and when it popped up in full resolution, his heart nearly fell right out of his arse.
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Sixteen year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as their own.

5. The Evil Boss by Monktommo
Words: 40k

Louis is the new secretary for the famous CEO Harry Styles, who has had a record for breaking hearts. Almost instantly, Louis hates the man yet lusts after him all together. So they make a deal to use each other for their own needs. But what happens when the CEO’s ice cold heart starts cracking?