Summary: The reader can’t fall asleep one night and decides to go to her best friend Tom’s house for some emergency cuddles.
Warning: Implied sexual encounter, and loads of cuteness!! 💓
You laid on your couch watching your favorite tv show. There was a commercial break so you decided to go on your phone for a little bit. As you scrolled through Instagram, a ton of pictures came up of the concert that you had gone to the night prior. As you looked at them, you remembered how alive you felt in those moments. Seeing your favorite artist on the stage performing the songs you had danced to with your friend Tom, all around your house.
You remembered all of these things, and you missed it so much. All you wanted more than ever right now was to go back to that venue and relive the concert with your best friend Tom. You had always had a small crush on him since you met. But there was something about seeing him at a concert singing the words to your favorite songs that made you fall in love with him even more.
You finally snapped out of your imagination and were getting a bit sleepy. You decided that you should go to bed. You turned off the tv and headed for your bedroom upstairs.
Once you got to your bedroom you plopped into your bed, snuggling close to a teddy bear that Tom had gotten for you on your birthday. You loved to hug it, mainly because it still smelled like Tom’s sweet smelling cologne that you loved.
After about 20 minutes of laying in bed and not being able to fall asleep, you decided that you wanted to sleep over a Tom’s place.
He lived next door and you two would always randomly go over to each other’s apartments whenever you felt like it. Once you accidentally walked in on Tom pleasuring himself (which you honesty found exremely hot and your like 99.9% sure that you heard him moan your name) and you guys still joke about it to this day.
It was 2 in the morning so you knew he’d be asleep. You always tried your best to look as cute as possible around Tom, even though you’re both best friends and have been for a couple years now, you couldn’t help but always want to look cute for him.
You were currently wearing some gray sweatpants and a white tank top. The tank top looked fine but you wanted to change into some cute shorts. You went to your closet and found a really cute pair of rose gold silk shorts that you loved so much.
You quickly put them on, along with your white slippers and walked over to Tom’s apartment. It was like 3 doors down from your place so you got there very fast.
You knocked at the door twice and then it opened, revealing a shirtless Tom with sweatpants on.
“What are you doing here Y/N? It’s 2 in the morning!” Tom said with a smile on his face. “I couldn’t fall asleep so I decided to come over and maybe we could cuddle?” you say with a slight tint on your cheeks.
Tom moved out of the doorway, signaling for you to come in. Once you stepped inside and Tom closed the door, he quickly picked you up over his shoulder and ran to the bedroom, dropping you onto the bed. He then turned the lights down and went to lay down with you.
Your head layed on his bare chest while you drew small circles on his abs. He was quite ticklish so he giggled when you did that.
“We should do this more often” Tom said with a smile. You couldn’t help the urge you had to just kiss him right then and there.
“Uh, yeah I agree.” You replied, realizing that it took you too long to answer back and how awkward it was.
“Y/N? Would you like to go out sometime? I know we’re just friends and all but I like you so much more than that and you’re also giving me major girlfriend vibes right now” he said laughing shyly. “Are you serious? I’d love to!!” you exclaim, putting your hands on Tom’s cheeks and kissing him on his soft pink lips.
At first it took him by complete surprise but then he finally kissed back. Both of you smiling into your shared kiss.
“You know, you should really come over more often at 2 in the morning to cuddle” said Tom, pulling you in for another kiss.
Then you guys snuggled up close together and drifted off to sleep. With Tom’s strong arms wrapped around you and the cozy blanket that was draped over you both, you went to bed as happy as you had been in such a long time.
Fanfic prompt: Hux and Kylo decide to break up the socks/grenade routine; they end up accidentally getting each other the same gift for Secret Santa
“I can’t believe I used to despise you all those years ago,” said Hux, clutching his unwrapped gift in his hand.
“I knew you’d come around,” said Kylo, holding his gift and smiling wryly.
“At our first office Christmas party, you pulled my tie so hard you almost choked me,” said Hux.
“Hey, that was one time!” replied Kylo, “you were gonna slap me. I reacted.”
“Well,” said Hux, looking down at their identical gifts of diamond encrusted, tungsten engagement rings, “it doesn’t matter now. We don’t do that anymore. I can’t believe that we got each other the same gift!”
“Better than a toy grenade,” said Kylo.
“Or socks,” said Hux, siding his ring onto his finger and admiring the contrast between the glinting metal and his skin.
“Or socks,” echoed Kylo, slipping on his own ring.
“Well, are you going to stare at me like a love-struck idiot, or answer my proposal?”
“Always a fiery one,” said Kylo, “I would love nothing more than to marry you.”
“It’s a yes from me as well, you oaf,” said Hux.
The couple then moved in for a long kiss and all of the other party goers began to clap. Mitaka wolf-whistled and Phasma shouted something about getting a room. Kylo pulled away first, but just enough that their breath still mingled and their lips still brushed.
“I’ve got a new pair of socks for you at home,” Kylo whispered against Hux’s lips.
“Shut up,” replied Hux, as he pulled Kylo in for another kiss.
‘That’s all,then,’-you lightly smiled.It was an awkward moment.You and Tom have decided to break up because of your work.Tom smiled awkwardly.You loved each other and it had been seen.You turned to go.
'Should I wait for you tonig..,-you stopped,-oh..just a habit.'You used to wait for Tom until morning every time he was on set.
'You get used to it eventually,’-It was hard for him to say that.
Bts reaction to you discovering they are in a relationship with you originally because of a bet.
After you confront him, he would be quick to explain to you that the reason he was with you now was because he sincerely likes you. He used the bet more as an excuse to get closer to you, but he wasn’t able to put it into words as you tell him that you need time. Because he respects you, he lets you have your time as he comes up with a way to thoroughly prove his love to you.
Absolute silence when you come through the door yelling at him. He would let you finish before he will finally speak up to tell you that what you learned was true, but that doesn’t mean that he never loved you in the entire relationship. He had slowly fallen in love with you over the course of the bet, and forgotten all about it. In the end, you both decided to go on a break from each other to collect your thought before speaking about it again.
Right away, he would just try to hug you and kiss you. In the moment, he wouldn’t really know what to say to prove that he loves you and how stupid the bet was. But that he didn’t think it was that stupid because it led to him falling in love with you, one of the best thing in his life. I think he would be the one to ask if you would need a break, and that it is fine if you do, as long as you come back to him to talk at least. He wouldn’t want to let you go.
I think he would be in shock. Being with you so sincerely in the end caused him to completely forget the bet. So he never actually called it off. Of course the moment when Jungkook reminds him of it, you had walked by and only heard the first part. You had just apologized and walked away quickly. Hoseok would just glare at Jungkook, which he would feel bad about later because it isn’t entirely his fault, and then chase after you. Catching up to you, he convinces you to let him explain and then you can decide where you both go from there.
He won’t let you go until you let him explain. It was just a stupid bet, but it was one that the boys mainly used to give Jimin the courage to approach you. Afterwards, it was completely forgotten; until one movie night where Taehyung had brought it up. They all had forgotten that you didn’t know, so when you excuse yourself with a sad look on your face, Jimin was quick to pull you to his room and explain. Along as you let him explain, he will let you decide if you want to stay or leave.
I could see him not trying to explain, but just telling you he loves you over and over. Like it is the only thing that matters. He would understand that what he had done in the past had hurt you, but that would never change his feeling now and he would do everything he can to prove to you that he loves you. You would ask for a break, so you could think it over. During this break he would send so many gifts and apology letters.
Like Hoseok, I can see him freezing from shock. This poor boy would have no idea what to do because his feelings had always been real towards you even if he was only able to ask you out through a bet. I think the moment you ask for a break, he would be quick to try to explain everything and prove to you that he really loves you.
( Sorry if its boring and bad. I added a little bit of some spanish in here :D and again sorry if its boring and not to nsfw of that makes sense )
When Sam and you broke up months back you were heart broken. You loved Sam and you were honest with him but he wasn’t with you, he just lied and lied to you. You decided it was the best to break up with Sam even though you loved him alot and it hurt you but you couldn’t take the lies anymore, you didn’t want a relationship build up in lies.
You moved back into your old house with your brother. A week back you met a nice guy, your brother told you that you should start dating again, and the guy also wanted to date you but you only considered him a new friend and you weren’t really over Sam completely.
It was a surprise when you found out Sam moved into the house infront of yours a week back. You didn’t know until your brother told you and he wasn’t happy. Sam and your brother were good friends but when you broke up it all changed. You told him he shouldn’t hate Sam for what had happend. You hoped you didn’t have to face Sam again but it had to eventually happen.
That evening when you were eating dinner alone in the dining room you remembered the day Sam and you broke up.
( Months back )
“Y/n please” Sam says on his knees “Don’t go please… I love you”
“Sam if you really loved me you shouldn’t have lied to me like that”
“I won’t do it again please… Give me one more chance”
“No I’ve given you to many chances Sam. This was your last one. You promised me more than three times and you broke all of them” you say taking your bags.
“No Y/n please” Sam says hugging your legs “I won’t do it I-”
“Sam stop. You said that last time and look. If you can’t even keep one promise-”
“I will this-”
“Sam. You already lost all your chances. Don’t make this harder then it is” you say and Sam lets you go. You walk out and put your bags in the car. You see Sam looking at you threw the window sadly. You drive a few blocks until you couldn’t anymore. You break down into tears.
( Current time )
It still hurt you a bit. That was the most serious relationship you had, your friends and brother even joked around about marriage and having alot of kids, so it was a shock when you told them you broke up.
You heard a knock on the door and you thought it was your brother who usually forgets his keys. You get up and head towards the door and open it. You see Sam standing there.
“Hey” Sam says quietly
“Hey” you say back quietly trying to ignore the pain in your chest.
“Can we talk?”
“Y/n!? Sam?!” your brother yells in shock “why is Sam here?”
“Uh I don’t know…” you say quietly
“And you still have the guts to come back to Y/n after what you did to her. If you hurt her-”
“Im here to give her some of her old stuff and clear things up-”
“So you move in right infront of her to clear things up”
They started to fight right infront of you and you had no clue what to do.
“Guys calm down” you say but they ignore you. Your brother pushes Sam and Sam makes his hands into fists
“Y/n can we talk about this tomorrow at my place after you finish work” Sam says and you nod without your brother realizing as he starts to walk away.
“What are you a chicken to face me” your brother says and Sam looks back at your brother then you. Sam leaves and your brother looks at you.
“Why the hell is he here anyway… Wasn’t it enough hurting you”
“Calm down… Don’t ever do that… You know he can bet you up” you say joking around with him.
“Yeah ok… He’s way stronger than you” you say and your brother ignores you. “Promise me you won’t get in a fight with Sam again” you say seriously.
“Ok ill try no promises”
“Good lil brother” you say and he roles his eyes.
“What does Sam want to clear up?” He asks and you stay quiet. “His lies?”
“Maybe. He said he was gonna give me some of my old stuff back… But if he wants to clear something up I don’t know what there is”
“You broke up with him because of all the lies” he says and you nod. “I know it was hard for you… You really loved him” he says. Your brother hugged you and you hug him back. “I thought your relationship was great filled with love and truth. I thought you found the one…. I would’ve never expected it. Good thing you broke up with him or you would’ve ended up even more hurt.” your brother says and you nod
It was late and you were watching Tv in the living room couch. Your brother was upstairs sleeping, tired from work. You started to think about what Sam told you about meeting him. Deep down in your heart you still loved him.
You get out of the couch and stretch.
“Just go real quick after work” You say as you walk to your room. When you pass by a window you see Sam outside his house checking the mail. It reminded you when you were together, he would always check the mail.
“This is gonna be hard” you say opening your room door.
You decided to wear an old dress you found in you closet for work. You weren’t in the mood for pants today.
You drive back home. You slow down when you see your house very close. You park in the drive way and take all your stuff out of the car. You grab your keys and open the door. When you enter you remembered that you had to talk to Sam and he was probably waiting. You quickly put your things in the living room table and walk out of the house.
You cross the street and knock on Sams door. You wait there for a few minutes and start to think Sam probably left or something. You were about to go when you see the door knob turn.
“Hey Y/n” Sam says as he moves out of the way letting you in.
“Hey” you say quietly. You feel something push your left leg and you look down. You see Romeo a small Yorkshire terrier wagging his tail. Sam and you found Romeo on the streets and named him Romeo after the restaurant you found him behind. It was called Romeo’s restaurant.
Romeo wagged his tale and jumped up and made crying noises.
“He missed you” Sam says as you pick Romeo up. Romeo starts to lick your hand and tries to lick your face but he was to short to reach. “You can sit there” Sam says pointing at his couch. You walk towards the couch and sit down as Romeo jumps on you.
“So cute” you say quietly as Romeo rolls on your lap.
“So uh Y/n I wanted to clear up everything of why I lied” Sam says and you look at him. “I didn’t want to lie but I couldn’t tell you the truth”
“Why? Why couldn’t you just tell me the truth?” you say as Romeo hopes out of your legs.
“Because… I didn’t want to hurt you, but I did, I ended up making it worse instead of fixing it. I would love to be with you but I wanted freedom, I wanted to travel and have fun, have an adventure. After being in Panama-”
“Sam getting killed over an artifact isn’t fun-”
“The thrill you get- you’re not gonna say you had no fun on the adventures with Nate?”
“Yeah but its dangerous Sam and I didn’t want you to get killed over that. I wanted you to promise me that so you’d be near me, safe and not in an unknown country almost getting killed” you say and Sam stays quiet.
“Im sorry” Sam whispers “I didn’t mean to do that to you with my lies… ”
“I know you didn’t mean to do those things but you did” you say quietly. You both were quiet for a few minutes until Romeo came back with a squeaky toy and gave it to you. You played with Romeo for a few minutes trying to relax from what had happened. Romeo gets tired and lays on his little bed next to the couch. You realized Sam wasn’t sitting next to you anymore. You get out of the couch and see Sam coming back into the living room. Sam lowers the tv volume and you see a movie was playing this whole time. You watch for a few seconds and it reminded you when you both sat down together on the couch and cuddled. You missed those times.
“Remember when we went ice skating” Sam says and you nod
“Yeah you kept falling” you say laughing. Sam sat on the couch and joined him
Sam and you ended up talking for hours about everything good that happend in your relationship. It felt like you were together again, just talking about memories, and laughing with him from dumb jokes like old times. You both were getting very close again and quickly. You look outside your window and see your brother outside your house. You were gonna say something but Sam kisses you unexpectedly. You don’t do anything, you don’t mind it you even start to kiss him back. Sam starts to kiss you more passionately but you stop him this time.
“What?” Sam says “Did I-”
“Its not right we aren’t-”
“Its not wrong if you love me” Sam says and you stay quiet.
“But still… I should leave now, my brothers outside waiting for me” you say as you head towards the door. You open the door but Sam closes it.
“Y/n… ” Sam says quietly getting closer to you.
“Yes?” you say as Sam grabs your hands and pins you on the door.
“If you’re going you’re going with shaky legs and the smell of me…. Dress off now” Sam whispers in your ear. Your eyes widen and you blush. That same old feeling is back again, a strange feeling only Sam can do to you. Sams sees how your eyes widen and he chuckes. Sam pulls you more closer to him. You just stare at him with a look trying to know if he’s serious. “Ill take it as a yes” Sam says as he puts his arms around you and carries you into his room.
Sam starts to take your dress off quickly not even giving you time to proses whats going on. When you realized everything more clearly you didn’t really mind you were actual happy and even though you thought it was wrong.
“God I’ve been waiting to do this for so long” Sam says as he gently drops you in bed
You were only in your underwear and everything else was on the floor. Sam got close to you and started to kiss you passionately. Sams hands roamed your thighs and then your chest.
Sam started to kiss your neck and then bitting gently. He did the Same with both your breast.
“Mine… ” Sam says sucking on your right nipple. Sams hands go from your thigh to your underwear, with his middle finger her starts to make an up and down motion on your clit threw your thin underwear. Sam felt that you were wet and he smiled to himself.
Sam did the same motion over and over again gradually increasing pressure and speed. Sam stopped and you look at him, he puts his hand under your underwear and puts two fingers inside you. You close your eyes as you feel his fingers go deep inside you. Sam starts to curl up his fingers and then uncurl them slowly. He repeats this for a few minutes until he feels that your close. He moves his finger back and fourth fast getting as deep as he could hitting your spot. You grabbed on to the bed sheets when you felt your orgasm getting really close. You close your eyes and tilt your head back.
“F-Fuck Sam im gonna-” your orgasm hits you before you could finish your sentence. Your grip on the sheets tighten more as you try to steady your breath. Sam takes off his clothes, dropping them next yours.
Sam grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to him. Sam rips your underwear off and throws it on the floor. He puts his cock on your clit and he slowly moves.
“Im going to rub my cock against your clit until you cum again” Sam says in your ear. Sam rubs his cock on your clit a bit more faster. You move your hands trying to touch his cock but he stops you. He pins your hands down as he moves faster. “This is only for you not me” The feeling of Sam rubbing his cock on your clit drove you crazy. You couldn’t stop moaning his name out quietly.
Sam saw how your hands turned into fist and how your head tilted back again. You start to close your legs but Sam opens them up more then before making you even more sensitive. You felt your second orgasm was close, you couldn’t stop moaning.
“Asi mi reina” (Like that my queen) Sam says as your orgasms was just a few seconds away. Sam rubs faster against you making you cum hard. You hug Sam tightly trying to steady your breath again.
“Te gusta eso mi reina”( you liked that my queen ) Sam whispers in your ear as he still moves.
The fact that Sam made you cum twice and now he’s talking in spanish made your legs weak. You started to realize your brother is probably still waiting outside.
Sam saw how you tried to look out the window but he pushed you down.
“A un no he terminado” (I still have not finished) Sam says as he puts his cock inside you. You moan when you felt him inside you.
Sam moaned when he felt how your pussy tightened and throbbed around his cock. He grabbed your legs tightly and started to thrust into you hard and fast. The bed started making squeaky noises and you thought the bed was gonna break. The only noise you could hear was the bed, the slapping noises you both made,and your moans. Everything else was quiet. You heard a loud knock on the door and you looked at Sam but he didn’t stop he continued, ignoring the knock. You had a feeling it was your brother looking for you. The person at the door left after a few minutes of knocking.
Sam angled you so he could hit your spot. Every time Sam hit your spot you dug your nails deeper into Sams back.
“Eso es todo lo que tienes eh? Mas duro yo puedo aguantar” (Is that all you got? Do it more harder I can take it) Sam says as he puts his thumb on your clit. He moves his thumb up and down roughly until you couldn’t take it anymore. Sam felt how you tightened and your eyes rolled back. He heard your pleasant moan of pleasure fill the room.
“Te gusta esto” (You like this) Sam says as you respond in moans. Sams thumb moves more faster on your clit. Sam feels your nail digging in harder and sees how your a mess under him and he loves it.
“Who’s pussy is this?” Sam says thrusting into you hard almost pounding you into bed. You try to say something but you couldn’t from all the pleasure. “Who’s?” Sam repeats.
“Yours!” you manage to moan out loudly and Sam smiles.
A strange feeling was taking over now. Something different, you’ve never experience before. The pleasure was overwhelming at this point. As Sams thumb increases more speed you felt something gush out of your pussy and Sam chuckles.
“Oh someone’s really enjoying it” Sam says as he continues to move his thumb faster like nothing happened. You were screaming his name out now. He wasn’t stopping and it just felt to good. Sams never ever done this to you and you loved it. Your legs were shaking at this point. You thought this would end by now but it didn’t and you were glad it didn’t. Sam grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer to him. You were now on top of Sam. Sam grabbed your hips tightly and thrusted into you hard. You felt like you were gonna pass out at this point. You tightened around Sam as you felt your fourth orgasm but Sam thrusted harder. You felt Sams cock twitch inside you as Sam kissed you more passionately. Sams moans disappeared into your mouth.
You felt Sam stop all of a sudden and his body tense up for a second. You felt something warm inside you and Sams cock throbbing. You both stay like that for a few minutes until you get off of him and collapse on the bed. Sam hugs you and kisses you. You try to steady your breath. “I love you… ” Sam whispers trying to catch his breath. You slowly close your eyes from everything that had happend. Sam chuckled when he saw you fell asleep quickly.
When you wake up the room was dark. The only thing shinning was the clock. You look at the red glowing numbers. It said 11:54pm and your eyes widen. You always have to be at home by 10 pm Your brother is going to murder you is the first thing that pops up into your head. You get out of the bed and almost fall. You holded on to the wall when you felt your legs numb. You try to put on your dress without falling quickly. You walk out of the room grabbing onto everything. You make it into the living room as Romeo runs towards you with a squeaky toy. The toy squeaked louldy that it woke Sam up. When Sam woke up he didn’t see you anywhere in the room. He walked into the living room and saw how you opened the door and almost stepped out. His heart broke when he saw you just leave like that. It reminded him about your break up.
“Your leaving… ” Sam says sadly as you nod.
“Yeah my brother is gonna murder me if im not home by 12 am so yeah I need to go now.” you say and Sam smiles. You walk out but Sam stops you.
“Y/n… What are we?” Sam says as you stay quiet.
“Honestly im not sure” you say quietly
“Can we go to the way it used to be… When we were together” Sam says and you nod shyly with a smile. Sam kisses your forehead and you start to walk back home quickly. You cross the street with shaky legs almost falling. When you arrive to your house Sam sees how you lost balance and fell on your knee’s in the front yard. He saw how you stood up wobbling. Sam looked worried but he then saw you were ok. “Was I really that good?” Sam says as he walks back in to his house. When Sam went into his room he chuckled when he say your ripped underwear and bra on the floor. “Wait… Did she just leave with out any underwear?”
it was that time of the week for there to be a group meeting amongst the egos. this time was different because it was called forth by anti. everyone was huddled around the living room, both nervous and curious about what news was about to be announced. with his bags packed anti heads out of his bedroom towards the front door. all the egos were gathered around the room talking amongst themselves trying to remain calm.
anti: “ok i called a meeting because I decided to go on break to get away from you dorks and recharge a bit so all you have fun with the community while you still can. alright bye suckers, I don’t like any of you.”
oh right, my computer decided to break down on me, to the anons who requested, i’ll try my best to get them done on my phone for now and when my computer gets fixed i’ll post is asap yeah?? sorry babes
BEST FICS OF 2017 there have been so many amazing fics posted this year, i couldn’t possibly include them all (or read them all), but these are 25 of my personal favorites that i have read! i’m really looking forward to reading the ones i have yet to get to from this year and all the wonderful fics that will be posted in 2018! :) happy reading everyone!
As always, the easy nonchalance with which he treats the rumors hurts, stabs Harry in the gut, twists the knife. Because it is hard for Harry; it’s hard to know people think they should be or are together because he wants that. Wants it so fucking badly, and it would be one thing if he could just silently quarantine that part of himself and pine secretly, but instead he’s faced with fictionalized accounts of his and Louis’s nonexistent love life and photoshopped pictures of them being coupley every time he’s on the internet. It is hard, and the fact that it supposedly isn’t for Louis functions as proof that it’s unrequited. “It’s gonna be a rude awakening for them,” he starts, gazing into his empty glass, “when we eventually come out but are dating other people. No one likes being half-right.”
Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.
Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.
“It is my understanding that you are the most comprehensive member of this agency in the field of extraterrestrial life, is that right?” the agent asks. He’s trying to sound calm, but Louis can tell he’s shaken as well.
“Um, I guess so,” Louis says, glancing over at the man in the blanket again.
Suddenly, Louis’s blood runs cold. There’s something off about the man, something in his gaze, something Louis can’t put his finger on. It’s terribly unsettling, but excitement bubbles in his gut.
Or, Louis is an FBI agent who likes to think himself a paranormal expert, and Harry is the alien that somehow ended up in his office.
“Another car has stopped at the beginning of the carpet. People are going to collapse any time soon, and Louis knows why.
Harry Styles has just arrived. And Louis. Well. Louis is a grown man. He curses himself a hundred times for even letting his heart race in his chest. He knew they were bound to meet tonight. What the hell is wrong with him?”
Or: the one in which Harry’s having his big movie debut and Louis sings on its soundtrack.
Senior year is stressful. On top of balancing school work, family, and friends, Harry’s lacrosse team is vying to win the state championship, he’s not sure where he’s going to college yet, and he has a secret boyfriend that no one can know about.
They met when they were seven and five. Louis was a new kid in a new town and Harry was a blind kid in need of a friend. They hit it off immediately, each of them exactly what the other needed. Over the years, friendship turns to more. Just as their romance blossoms, however, Louis gets an offer which promises fame and fortune far from home. Will they be pulled apart or will their love survive?
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.
Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. Four years later, just as Harry is set to embark on his next world tour, a drunken confession causes a rift between once inseparable friends. As Harry tries to make sense of his feelings for Louis, he begins writing his next album to express them as it may be the only way to break through the walls that Louis has built between them.
Harry Styles may have had his doubts at first, but by the time the gates to the elephant sanctuary came into view he was one hundred percent positive. Louis Tomlinson hated his guts. Like hated, hated. Like loathed-him-on-sight hated.
From what Harry could tell, he hadn’t even done anything close to insulting enough to warrant the disdain that was Louis Tomlinson’s default expression whenever he looked at Harry. It really wasn’t fair. Especially since he’d been lusting after the man from the second he’d laid eyes on that pretty, pretty face with those pretty, pretty eyes.
Or … the one where Harry Styles has a bad reputation and a heart of gold, and Louis Tomlinson wishes he wasn’t so enchanted by boys who looked like Disney characters and wore shirts with bumble bees on them.
[aka Louis is the director of the Styles Elephant Sanctuary and really doesn’t want to babysit his funder’s spoiled lay-about son for two months]
Harry wakes up in the hospital, unable to remember his children’s first steps, their hugs, their stories. Or the soft way their babysitter always used to smile and laugh with him.He knows he’s not recalling something important, a lot of things that are important. But he wants to know what they are so incredibly badly… wants to know why his heart is set ablaze, warm and fluttering, every time Louis looks at him.
Green reblogged an old photo of himself. It was from back in October, a Halloween special. A pulse shot all the way through Louis because this photo was his absolute favourite, and it had taken the rest of the year for him to wean himself off of it.
Green was on his knees, arms stretched out in front of him with his fingertips digging into the surface of his bed. He was wearing a pair of cat ears on his head, his curls falling forward. His back was arched, and in the foreground of the picture, Green’s bum was high in the air, a long, black cat tail sitting neatly between his cheeks. — Louis spends all his spare time scrolling arty nude blogs on Tumblr but amongst them all, Green is his favourite.
Louis was in a rut. He was still living in the same small Texas town he’d hated all his life, he was about to graduate with a degree he’d never been interested in, and he was hooking up with a guy he didn’t even like just because it was probably his only chance to be with another man.
And then someone else’s overindulgences triggered a series of events that lead to where Louis is now, touring the world as a roadie for Harry Styles.
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.
“Harry! I’ll tell you what,” Louis exclaims, clapping his hands together. There’s a big grin on his face. “If both of us are still single by your thirtieth birthday, we’ll marry each other.”
Harry’s head snaps up, eyes widening. “What?”
Harry and Louis have been friends forever, but they couldn’t be more different. One night, with a little too much alcohol, they make a pact to marry in ten years if they’re both still single. Now, one month before the deadline, Louis is willing to do whatever it takes to avoid ending up with his best friend. But is he, really? | Loosely inspired by The 10 Year Plan
Harry is married to his job and so overworked that he doesn’t know how to stop. All it takes is a forced Hawaiian get-a-away, the warm tropical breeze of the island, and the most beautiful, elusive man he’s ever seen to make him remember what living is like outside of work. Well, that, and the little souvenir he accidentally takes home with him.
Louis and Harry have known each other all their lives. Friends as children, they danced around each other as teenagers, and have spent the last twenty-five years either screaming at each other or not speaking at all. Except for that one time ten years ago…When Hurricane Nicole threatens the coast, they end up stuck together in their families’ old vacation home that they begrudgingly co-own.During the storm, and in the months after, they’re both forced to reevaluate their history and what they mean to each other.
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.
Louis is his soulmate. Or at least Harry thinks he is. Louis feels the same as Louis. But there are a lot of people named Louis in the world and this Louis might not be the Louis. It’s besides the point though, because Harry knows he can’t allow himself to get close to any boys. He just can’t and he’s told himself this multiple times. He has to simply stay away from Louis Tomlinson. But he can’t. Harry Styles can never stay away from Louis Tomlinson. It’s physically impossible for him to.
The lethargic sound of heels clicking against wood resonated across the sea. Footsteps descended the staircase, every assured step creating a menacing aura as it grew closer. Perspiration gathered along Louis’ palms as the rhythmic sound halted in front of him.
“Captain,” Malik greeted.
Louis watched out of his peripheral as Malik’s boots shuffled back a few steps. Sweat matted the hair along the nape of Louis’ neck as he waited for something to happen. He felt as if a sharp blade was twisting his gut as the silence became tangible.
There was a metallic slide of a sword being pulled out of its sheath, the sound startling Louis out of his cocoon of sterile shock. His shoulders jumped as the tip of a blade flattened underneath his jaw. Louis’ distorted reflection stared back at him in the polished metal. Engraved rose petals twisted his appearance as they crawled up the length of the sword. The sword lifted and took Louis’ chin with it.
Standing in front of Louis was Captain Styles.
Or the one where Louis is the commodore’s son who is forced to become a part of Harry’s crew when he is captured.
five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn’t have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.
now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he’s rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he’s forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who’s spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.
(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)
Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that’s what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that’s left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.
You, like myself, may have heard a buzz about autistic people boycotting the recently-published nonfiction novel To Siri With Love. Seeing the controversy surrounding this publication, I decided to take a short break from my university assignments and do a little research for myself about the book and the issues it raises, hoping to be able to explain in short why the #BoycottToSiri movement is so important to the autistic community. The book is a memoir written by Judith Newman about her experiences with her autistic son, Gus. That alone is not a bad concept, but some of the comments the author makes send nasty shivers down my spine. To start with, here’s some of the smaller problems that were discovered:
The author did not ask her teenage son’s permission or advice when writing an invasive commentary on his life, a choice she views as “selfish but necessary.” She also published text conversations between Gus and his friends. Though I cannot claim to know whether or not anyone involved consented to have their words published, it is difficult to overlook the possibility that they did not.
Transphobic comments regarding the use of the terms “cisgender” and “they” (as opposed to “he or she”) to be an “ugly and imprecise” evolution of language. Also, I there’s something that rubs me the wrong way about her insistence on using “the masculine pronoun” when “talking about people in generalities”, but I can’t pinpoint exactly what it is that makes me feel so uneasy about that.
Newman described popular autism advocate Amythest Schaber using a sexist movie trope by saying that they resemble “everyone’s favouritemanic pixie dream girl.”
Made the ableist claim that someone like her son will “never have real friends,” which is incredibly insulting to autistic and otherwise neurodivergent individuals.
Declined using person-first language in her book not because of the many valid criticisms about the dehumanisation of autistic people but because it is “clunky” and she didn’t want to have to write “the phrase “person with autism” over and over again.” While the use of identity-first language is refreshing, the author implied that she would have used person-first language were it not so awkward to write.
Continued the long ableist trend of desexualising disabled people when she mocked the possibility of her son having any sort of romantic experience (“I could not imagine that any girl, anywhere, would find him interesting at this point”) and described the situation as one she imagines to be soundtracked by “Benny Hill” theme.
Now we get onto the main problem of To Siri With Love, and it concerns the topic of eugenics. In the novel, Newman declared that she wanted to get Power of Attorney so that she could force her son to have a vasectomy so he couldn’t have children, so that she could have “one less worry. For [her.]” She then asked how she could make such a comment “without sounding like a eugenicist,” which only makes it worse by highlighting that she understands the horrific concept of eugenics. She then explains the unpleasant history of eugenics, acknowledging how “the history of disability is inextricably intertwined with the history of euthanizing and enforced sterilization,” but admits that she would still be “the first in line to sign him up.”
I hope this explanation sheds some light onto the problematic nature of this memoir and the ableist commentary within it. Please, if you want to read a real-life story about autistic life, do yourself a favour and read any one of the countless memoirs by members of the autistic community instead of the undeniable ableism presented by Judith Newman.