kim seokjin x
dirty talk, dom! Jin, just dirty, dirty sex that my heart can’t take words—
lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met
him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the
other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t
ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps
→ friendswithbenefits!auwith a twist (edging, oral, overstimulation, uh some really dirty shit, and oh yeah, Taehyung teaching you sex) → 12.6k (oneshot) → part 1 | part 2 coming soon!
A/N: sorry im such a sinner omg but thank you so much for 1k followers + 1k notes on You Who! This is a surprise upload :) Enjoyyyyyyyyy
Your thighs are trembling, but he just gives you a glare and continues lazily moving his fingertips against your skin, dipping a knuckle into your heat before slightly pressing his thumb over your clit.
“Taehyung,–fuck–please.” You moan, straining against the neckties that bind you to his headboard.
He props up his chin in his hand in between your legs and glares up at you. The hand in between your legs stills and you groan at the lack of sensation, and clench your teeth. He rolls his eyes. “Can you take this or not?”
You let out a breath, calming your heavy breaths before loosening your grip on the binds and letting your body relax a bit. Closing your eyes and swallowing your dry throat, you speak up. Your voice is small and hoarse from the previous hour of exertion. “I-I can.”
how much longer do I have to wait how many more nights do I have to stay awake to see you to meet you
Summary: Your whole life has been plagued by the sight of gray: cold and lonely and unbearably plain; you thought you were the exception to a system of fate and destiny that brought two people together. That is, until your favorite Kpop group undergoes their first international tour. Pairing: Jimin | Reader Genre: Fluff; Idol/Fan AU + Soulmate AU (the one in which colors get brighter and brighter than closer you are and fade into gray when they’re too far) Word Count: 11,869 Author’s Note: This was an idea I originally had for Hopeless Hearts, but it didn’t feel right in comparison to what Hopeless Hearts has become now. I knew I wanted to write something for Jimin again so this idea came back to me with more details and it just felt… right.
ALSO thank you Katie aka @minsvga for reading my outline and basically letting me talk you through the entire plot and letting me update you whenever I hit different word counts.
You always thought you were broken—a failed outcome of a nearly flawless structure that has bounded and tied two people together since the very creation of human beings. You had heard of those special cases, of people who just saw gray their entire lives no matter how many oceans they covered and no matter how far they traveled, no matter if they searched the deepest corners or sought out the tallest mountains. You’ve heard of people in which distance wasn’t the problem—it was just them. Their existence had been doomed from the moment they were born, to live their life in monotone quality. Quite literally too, in fact. Knowing that there would be no one waiting for them on the other side as they slowly ventured through, never knowing a sunset or a sunrise or the grass—their life like an old film, classic and hazy and left behind.
For the first seventeen years of your life, the thought of just not having a soulmate was something that you didn’t necessarily think too deeply about. Some of your friends were of equal level to you, basking in the gray plaguing your line of sight. Albeit, there were a small handful who caught glimpses of red and yellow and blue, all of which were tinged in gray, during the duration of high school. And then there were an even smaller handful who were immediately gifted with the sight of the rainbow right out of the gate—their soulmates are the ones they end up going to prom with or are in the running for best couple in the yearbook, or other varying degrees of gross shit like that.
At a young age, the idea and concept of a soulmate, the concept of forever, was far too grand and far too wide to understand or grasp entirely. It also just seemed much too gross for you to want to understand. The thought that there was someone out there made just for you? Preposterous.
For the first seventeen years of your life, you didn’t really care. And you knew there were many others like you who shared that same belief system. No one wanted to have to settle down too early.
But none of you understood the true gravity of what it would be like to finally find your soulmate and the sensation of experiencing something you had been deprived of your entire life—henceforth you continued not caring, not knowing what you were missing out on in spite of everyone gushing endlessly about it.
Finding one’s soulmate has always meant to be a personal experience, something that could never be replicated or repeated—for a soulmate is supposed to provide as a ‘one and only’ occurrence; something that people could talk about yet not understand unless one had also uncovered the discovery of what would follow upon meeting a soulmate.
For the first seventeen years of your life, the art of ignoring those type of conversations shared between parents and girls who thought they were better than anyone else gradually started to become second nature to you. Yes, you could grasp that meeting your soulmate was going to mark a momentous occasion in your life, but was it really that important? You were going to meet him eventually, so what was the point of rushing through everything?
so i was just scrolling thru Tumblr Dot Com™ and I saw a post that said “does anyone else ever daydream of decorating their first apartment?” (if anyone knows who made that lmk) but anyway i saw that and was like omg if that ain’t alana and then i was like wAIT WHAT ABOUT THE REST OF THEM so here’s this. fyi this is like a college au type thing ish??
(im sotired this is kinda shitty lol)
(also thank u so much for the luv on my last two hcs? i cr ied? les get to the point sorry)
ok so this girl would obviously have the neatest apartment ever
it would probably be like a medium size ya know
lots of white walls.
and there would be like really pretty marble countertops
her beadspread (or whateverthefuck u call it) would probably be like grey with white little lines on it
in a pattern tho
like a cute pottery barn one
she would so freaking use evan’s discount at pottery barn are u kidding me
like her entire house would look like a pottery barn catalog
idk if all apartments have this so excuse me if i sound mega stupif
but she would use the little intercom-buzzer thing to get into the apartment to her full advantage
like if u wanted to even go up there she would legit do a full on background check
(except for zoe)
(zoe would be like “hey alana it’s-” and alana would be like “yOU CAN COME RIGHT UP”
but it would be like
“hello who is this?”
“alana you know it’s jared. i just texted you.”
“… ok then what’s your middle name”
but anyway back to what inspired this in the first place
so alana would SO plan her apartment out from when she was like young enough to understand it ya get it
like she would pick out furniture at age six
(her taste would obviously change as she got older but u get it)
and she would literally have it down to the p a i n t color
like she would walk into home depot or whatever and the worker would expect her to look around for like 40 minutes but she’d be like
“hi hello i’ll take seashell grey in the gloss finish please. make it quick.”
(i totally just made that up what the hell is a gloss finish never heard of her)
i also picture her having lots of house plants? like most of them would be fake bc she’s too busy to keep them alive but they wouldn’t look fake
yeah alana’s apartmetnt would be so put together and like clean cut and nice
her apartment would be rad okay
i feel like it would be v hipster and cool
not like Hipster™ but like… hipster?
what am i even saying
so she would definetley have a room with yellow walls
like her rooms would be painted cool colors and stuff
but yellow specifically
she just seems like a yellow person
she would have a big wall that’s all chalkboard paint
wait now im really excited about this wall oh my god
likewhen everyone would go over her house they would all take a chalkboard marker (real chalk makes too much of a mess) and write and draw on it
evan would do little doodles of trees and write sweet and encouraging stuff
connor would either draw a hecking masterpiece or write really small in the corner “fuk u”
there’s no in between
alana would just doodle hearts and stuff
or when she’d be over doing homework w zoe she’d try to teach her math and science and stuff on it
jared would just draw memes
i think we can all agree on that one
she would refuse to get anything like store bought mainstream
like she would go to little shops in the middle of nowhere
or garage sales
and get the cutest stuff
her house would be so homey but at the same time like “wtf why is this so perfect”
l o t s of tapestries
don’t fight me on this
it wouldn’t be the regular mendala ones that a lot of people get
(but she would for sure have a few of those too)
it would be like really cool unique stuff
lots of maps of the world
they would mostly be taking up all of the celing space and some wall space in her room
she would so have a polaroid camera i KNOW IT
and she would put them all on pieces of string w clothespins and string them up around her room
all pics of her frands and stuff
she’d also probably have a room just for her dog
(btw if u didn’t see my other hc i see her as having a golden retriever named kiwi)
like it was supposed to be a closet sbut she just didn’t use it
so she was like “well… okay let’s do this”
and evan will spend h o u r s at a time in that room
ugh she would just have the cutest apartment v colorful and stuff
evan’s apartment would be v small
he llved with his mom the first two years of college but decided to move out because he was feeling like he made a lot of progress and was ready to live on his own (btw is it canon tht he lives w his mom first year of college? i forget lmk)
(but he wasn’t really living on his own bc connor was always over or he was at connor’s place)
he would have a v little sitting area w a really old tv and a worn out couch that was probably free on the side of the road or cheap from a garage sale
he would have a fridge and oven and stuff but he’d mostly just use the microwave
(ho;ly shit “some people say just use a microwave…”)
(i h8 myself why why why ok moving on)
his diet would mainly consist of ramen noodles
bc he doesn’t want to leave and have to socalize with people at fast food places or the grocery store
but every once and a while zoe would come over like “evan wtf” and make him food to hold him over for a while
(uh hc that zoe’s a really good cook??/)
he would have a little bedroom with a big window in it
and his comforter would be blue with navy stripes (similar to The Shirt™ but not completley the same)
he would have lots of sticky notes everywhere
like ranging from “don’t forget to feed the dog” to “don’t worry about it, it’s probably not a big deal”
and when he was in a really good mental state he would write them and stick them in places he know he’d see when he wasn’t in the best shape
and it would encourage him to keep going
wow that’s equally heartbreaking and adorable
ok don’t fight me on this we all know it’s a thing
he would have plants. eve ry wh ere
like there wouldn’t be a single fake plant in there
but he loved them bc he felt like it made the air fresher??? like it supplied more oxygen in the room which made it easier to breathe when he was feeling anxious??
(idk i can’t really explain it but that’s how i feel when i get anxious so i feel like it would help him too)
but it would range from huge ass borderline trees to succlents the size of his thumb nail
he would have s o many succulents
he would name them all
and each of his friends would have a plant named after them
even though it was small he really loved his apartment
bc he worked really hard to be able to pay for it and buy the furniture and stuff
so it was like his baby
yeah that’s my boy evan handsoap!
connor’s apartment would actually be pretty big
like everything would be super super high quality and nice
he would so have a recliner chair
you know the one i’m talking about okay
and he would spend most of his time in there
even though he def has a huge nice sectional
(btw most of his furniture is black)
when evan would come over he wouldn’t want to get up out of it
but even always wanted to cuddle
so the first time evan was like “con come over hereee”
connor just scooched over
and evan was like “??”
but just went over to him
and they were kinda squished but they loved it
bc they were so close to eachother
AW IM SCREECHING
but yeah they would love to cuddle on the recliner
his kitchen would be p nice too
like he would have a weirdly high tech fridge and a really nice oven and stuff
but if u opened the fridge there would just be like a half dranken (that is nOT a word) bottle of mountain dew, a cheese stick, and maybe on a good day some random leftovers
(btw idk why but i see his parents buying him most of the stuff in his apartment,, this doesn’t really make sense when i think about it but i can’t not do it what am i saing now awioehfdlsnk)
his room would be nice
he would have a big bed with a black and white plaid duvet cover
omg evan would l o v e his bed
like evan of course loves his own bed but connor’s is just so comfy
(plus connor’s bed also has connor)
his walls would be like a greyish blue color
but his furniture would still be all black
he would have a big desk and he always kept sticky notes around for evan to doodle on if he ever got anxious
and he has an entire drawer in his dresser just for his hair ties because he has an unhealthy amount of them
at all times
partly because he wants to keep his hair up sometimes
but partly because he always wears one around his wrist to snap when he gets mad or can’t control his emotions
and he always ends up loosing them
oh also his shower in his bathroom would be BOMB like im talking it has one of those little ledge chair thingies
and the water pressure is a plus
and evan’s shower at his apartment is like sucky so he always just showers at connors
(i mean this in the least innapropriate way possible btw jus clearing that up)
but connor would spend SO much time there
so would evan tbh
hear me out on this one
but i feel like jared would have a surprisingly nice apartment??
like,,, actually very nice
they would all love hanging out there when they were all together
the first time he asked them over they were like “… u sure”
they were expecting to walk into something that looked like a super crappy hotel room with garbage all over
but they walked in and were like “jared what the fuk”
because this place was nice
like,, , he would always have the most food out of all of them
(which wasn’t saying much but still)
he would have a big nice couch with lots of extra like beanbags all over
they would all have their own that they used
and his tv would be poppin okay
he would have his old wii hooked up to it
and they would constantly have mario kart tournaments
jared always insisted on being wario
for the Memes™
he would be the only one out of all of them with an amazon fire stick so they would always watch movies all together at his house
and sometimes they would just randomly take it without telling him
(i’m looking at u connor)
and he wouldn’t notice for a few days but when he did he went cRAZY
his room would b supa cool
he would have a really nice bed
omg he would have like video game and other nerd stuff posters e v e r y w h e r e
little to no wall space for anything elsee
every once in a while he would go through his camera roll and print the pictures that he liked the best to hang up on his wall
hear me out bc this is gonna sound weird
he would probably have a dead meme shrine in one of the corners of the wall on the bottom
that he started as a joke with connor and zoe once but it jst spiraled out of control until every dead meme was recognized as soon as it went out
he would have a tv in his room
not as good as his one in the living room but still
School starts again next Thursday (technically Friday for me since I don’t have class on Thursday this quarter hehe). I’m getting nervous. Although I did a lot better on my summer courses and it’s given me a boost of confidence, I’m worried that with more upper division courses, I’m going to get overwhelmed again. My first two years of college weren’t stellar so if I want to get into med school, I need to really get it together this year and next year.
I’ve also got several things going on besides school. My research lab has me on a new immunohistochemistry project, and I am now the safety officer for club track. Not only that, I’m interviewing for a medical volunteering program next Monday and I’m also waiting on the results of my job interview (I hope I get accepted to at least one of these!). So this quarter is going to be hectic. Fingers crossed!!
Always a fan of beans and rice but mixed with avo and veggies it’s even better ✨And also a proof that I don’t only eat smoothie bowls or nicecream 😂 I had my last class today. My two first years of college went by so fast, definitely worth all the hard work 📚
A/n: I don’t know how many more parts are left for this series, maybe another two? so I won’t be tagging anyone else in it <3 Enjoy this part. thank you to @dylan-trash-tbh and @golddaggers for helping me out with this <3
Found this gif on google images, credit to the owner. If I could make a gif this good I wouldn’t need to write!
“I could do this all
day,” Stiles whispered against your lips, a sweet smile resting on his face. He
hovered over you on your bed, his elbow propped him up, and he stared down at
you. You giggled, biting your lip.
“Then do it all day,”
He rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around you protectively and nuzzling his
face into your neck, the scruffiness of his stubble rubbing against you. “I
mean it, I don’t ever want to leave this.” You whispered to him, getting
comfortable on your bed.
Stiles let out a soft
sigh, nodding his head in your neck, “I know, and I won’t ever leave you.”
Being with Stiles for the past year changed your life completely, he was the
sweetest and most down to earth guy that you’ve ever met, and you knew from
that moment, that you would never be able to leave him.
Everyone has something they call home. This thing could be a place, person, object, animal, even a smell. Of course, it’s different for everyone ─ most say that “Home” was the house they shared with their parents currently or during their childhood. Some would say home is the feeling of happiness, caused by being in their birth town, or the block they grew up on.
You, however, considered it to be a culmination of things. Alongside the stereotypical place, you found comfort in the smell of New York; specifically, a street in The Bronx that you grew up on in the quiet side of the big place, where couples walked the streets, runners smiled and laughed at the dogs they were jogging with; where families could be out with a mild fear of being mugged by some druggie or poor guy in need of some money; where happiness seemed to be one of the most prominent emotions and one of the only words to describe the place and your feelings upon walking around it.
Your favorite place, as dumb as it sounds, was the little coffee shop at the end of the street. The workers were always changing there, seeing as they were all teenagers wanting more money or just starting college and need a way to pay for their loans because their parents sure-as-hell weren’t doing it alone. At one point, that had been you, when you still went to community college.
You remembered loving working there, as you always had light-hearted conversations with the customers and relationships with the regulars. But once you got your first two years of college done, you headed off to a big university across the country, staying there for about four years to get your masters. Then, you came back home with high hopes of achieving something great, something that made an impact, no matter how big.
Your dream had always been to be involved in dancing or music, specifically for Broadway. And as crazy and farout as it sounds, you knew you could make it there someday ─ someday.
The distinct smell of coffee beans and oven pastries filled your senses as you walked into the coffee shop you adored so much. People were too caught up in their own conversations to acknowledge your entrance, which was normal. A fuzzy feeling filled you when you took a deep breath and let your senses be bombarded by the homey smell. The sounds of clinking plates and brewing coffee and buzzing of light conversations about work, coffee, the need to finish a paper and get some sleep filled your ears, as well.
What you noticed out of all of that, though, was the echoing, familiar voice of someone you knew all-too-well. The voice was deep but soft, forming words that were so beautifully put together, yet only said because they worked with everything else he was singing about. This one was about working two jobs, brewing coffee, and still enjoying the life he was give. The optimism he had in his words was what seemed to keep the rest of coworkers going, smiling and giving him beats or backup vocals.
You looked around your new apartment and nodded to yourself in approval. Everything looked pretty good for a small, college apartment. It was clean for now and it was tastefully decorated. Sitting down on your comfortable, dark blue couch, you looked out your balcony window and bounced your legs a bit, not really being able to sit still. Today was a pretty big day after all and even though you and your parents had just spent a few exhausting hours moving into your apartment, you were still pumped and ready to explore the new town you lived in. It was a good sized town that was maybe only thirty minutes away from New York City and the university was beautiful with plenty of trees and green grass. Plus it was an old university too that had a lot of history behind it.
It was a nice day outside so you decided to grab your bike and bike around the neighborhood you lived in. It was a small, cute neighborhood that was only a few blocks away from campus and the majority of the houses were rented out by the university’s upperclassmen…man and mutant alike. You were lucky to get a cute one bedroom apartment in a small apartment complex on the corner. Walking outside you smiled and grabbed your bike, already feeling the cool fall breeze hit your face as you started to peddle down the road.
After riding down the street for a few minutes and passing a few houses that were getting ready for some house parties, you stopped in front of a house after you saw some flashes of green moving around inside and outside the house. You froze.
They were mutants.
Well duh, this university does allow humans and mutants alike to study and live together so it wasn’t much of a shock to you…but you’ve just never seen any like them before. They were tall, green, muscular…turtles, and they all had different colored bandanas on. You froze when one of them caught you staring. It was the one with an orange bandana on.
“Oh, hey there!” he said with a smile and waved happily at you. You stuttered and looked around before pointing to yourself, mouthing a ‘Me?‘ at him. He chuckled and nodded his head. “Yeah, you! What’s up, dudette? Like what ya see?” he asked teasingly, holding his arms up a bit as he waggled his eyebrow ridges.
“I..oh geez, I’m sorry. I swear I wasn’t staring I’ve just-”
“Never seen mutants up close?” Another one walked out of the garage holding an empty box. He was taller and bigger than the orange clad one and he wore a red bandana. You watched him break up the box and throw it in the garbage. He wiped his hands on his pants and crossed his arms and looked at you with a smirk, knowing he was right.
“Well, yeah..” you said a little shyly and rubbed the back of your neck.
“Guys, what’s the hold…” Another large turtle appeared from the garage then looked at you and trailed off a little, obviously surprised to see his brothers talking to such a cute looking girl. “..up…uh, hello.” he said and gave you an awkward but sweet smile and wave, which you gladly returned. Then another appeared from the garage. Man, how many of them were there?? This one sported a blue bandana and looked to be the oldest and was pretty charming. He looked at you and gave you a small smile then looked at his brothers a bit quizzically.
You decided to go closer since it seemed like they were pretty friendly and held out a hand, offering it simply to the first one who would take it for a handshake. “I’m, (Y/n). I just moved into an apartment down the street,” you said and pointed down the street with your other hand. Immediately the oldest took your hand and shook it and introduced himself and his three younger brothers.
The oldest was Leonardo, the one in the blue bandana. He had graduated this past spring with an undergrad in history and decided to stay with his brothers at the university to start on his masters so he could become a history professor. He was also a fan of the martial arts and was the president of the university’s martial arts club when he was still an undergrad. But since he graduated he had taken the job as a martial arts instructor at a dojo downtown. He taught beginners all the way up to black belts and even beyond that.
The second oldest was Raphael, the huge turtle in red. He was a physical therapy major and his goal was to help people recover from severe injuries, strokes, heart attacks..anything, really. He especially enjoyed helping young children, encouraging them to keep pushing through and to stay strong. It was sweet, actually. Outside of that he was the quarterback on the football team, which was really no surprise to you at all. I mean, the guy was basically the equivalent to a brick wall.
Donatello, the one in purple, was an honors student with a major in biochemistry. Phew, impressive, huh? The guy was insanely smart…and tall! Turns out that on top of all of those academic scholarships, he had also gotten a hefty basketball scholarship because of his height and his strength and stamina. So the guy had brains and he was good at sports…never thought you would see the day.
The youngest, of course, was Michelangelo, the cutie in orange. He was an art major who specialized in painting and realistic portraits. You should have guessed since he was unpacking a box full of paint and art supplies out of their green van when he caught you staring. Mikey wasn’t apart of any sports teams or clubs like his brothers. Being more of the artistic type, he had a weekly thing at the local elementary school teaching kids about art and when he wasn’t there, you could find him in one of the studios working on an assignment or a project…or asleep in a hammock somewhere around campus.
You blushed a little, getting to know a little about each one. They were all brothers and while they all looked somewhat similar they were all pretty different personality-wise. You explained to them that you were a junior but this was your first year at the university since you spent your first two years at home attending the community college. It was cheaper to do that and just get the basic classes out of the way before attending an actual university.
“It’s great to meet you guys,” you smiled at them then looked at how much they still had to do. “Well, it looks like you guys are busy so I’ll just leave you to it. I don’t want to be in the way. Besides, I’m sure we’ll catch each other around campus. Plus, I live literally right down the street.” you said, a small giggle in your voice. The brothers nodded in understanding, even though they really wanted you to stay and just procrastinate on unpacking.
“Man, I still have to unpack the rest of my art supplies and my tv and video games…” Mikey groaned and looked at all the full boxes.
“Yeah, it’ll take us a while to get set up here. But like you said, you are right down the street.” he said and gave you a quick wink, making you blush a bit.
You waved goodbye to your new friends and rode your bike, wanting to explore more of your new town. Little did you know that this was the beginning of a very interesting friendship…and an even more interesting relationship with one very lucky turtle.
heyyy, i really love your fic recs and i was wondering if you know any secret relationship fics? thanks xx
I can try !
I’ll show you my heart.
an AU where Harry is a famous celebrity and Louis is minding his own
business in the streets when he gets knocked over by paparazzi trying to
get photos of Harry.
, by @isthatyoularry :It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However,
along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his
ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a
terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just
that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the
plan.Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything. (136k, E)
We’re on fire now
, by @lucystarkid : Harry loves Louis. Louis loves Harry. Fantastic, right? It
can’t get much better than falling head-long in love with your best
friend? Sometimes, falling in love is the easy part. When you’re
in the biggest band in the world, and your boss comes from the old
school where ‘fans want to date their idols’ nothing is going to be
straight forward. Through the tough times, Harry and Louis find
that family and friends can do amazing things. Even the worst people can
change when pushed. And that as long as it’s built on sturdy
foundations, love really can conquer all.Featuring: Harry and
Louis in love. Fabulously supportive Gemma. Fierce lioness mum’s. A band
of brothers. And Simon being Simon. Set several months in to the iron closet, featuring angst, smut and an eventual happy ending. (40k, E)
burn to ash , by @bethaboolou : Harry is sitting there, so fucking casual, and Louis realizes
in a split second he was not ready. When Harry walked out in Detroit and
never looked back, he was a boy verging on a man, still only twenty
years old, but there’s a man in his place now. Hard and resolute, yes,
but still, for the first time in a long time, Louis can kind of see the
old Harry in him. The soft, directness of his gaze, the hesitant smile
he gives to Lou, the way he wrings his ridiculously large hands in his
lap.He’s a little bit the eager sixteen year old puppy dog again, his
innocence and sweetness resurrected miraculously, and Louis freezes in
place. He was prepared to face the asshole Harry. He was prepared to
meet a whole new Harry. Louis is not prepared to meet one of the old incarnations of Harry, and it absolutely tears him up.Or the fic where Harry spirals out of control, the band breaks up, and then he shows back up, five years later. (116k, E, past secret relationship)
Just For Me by @canonlarry : Harry is a supermodel with a fake boyfriend. Louis is
the captain and star forward of Manchester United with a fake
girlfriend. They should have no problem having a completely platonic
lunch between friends.(They do.) (9.5k, E)
one more for the stars, by imsosorry :
It’s different, and Louis knows that, because Harry’s got so much riding on this - a career and a future and his whole life.
There’s talk of him going first overall in the draft, of entering the
NFL after only two years in college, of going to New York or Seattle or
Green Bay, and Louis wants to be there for him, wants to support him and
help him make decisions, but he also kind of wants to pin him to the
bed and cry and scream, What about me what about me what about me?(au. Harry’s the star quarterback and Louis is about to graduate. It’s a heartbreak waiting to happen.) (16k, M)
Fall Into Your Gravity,by zarah5 : AU. In which Harry is an overnight pop sensation and Louis
steals plants, Zayn pulls Liam’s proverbial pigtails and Niall’s really
just pleased there are more girls for him. (74k, E)
all of our important nothings , by
: Louis stares down at his phone for an eternity before typing out the message.
does she know that paper plane necklace was a gift from my mum to you our first christmas together???
He immediately regrets sending it. He knows it doesn’t matter.
Knows Taylor’s necklace is a cheap knockoff of the one Harry had always
worn so proudly— knows the way he’d smiled at it, lifting it slowly from
the small box he’d been given it to in, the way Jay had met Louis’ eyes
from across the room and winked, how it had dangled from Harry’s neck
that night as he rode Louis on his childhood bed, the little silver
airplane catching on the lights from cars passing by on the road outside
shining into his room and casting soft reds and yellows over Harry’s
pale skin.[Harry and Louis are in love, Haylor happens, and Louis battles quite a few demons along the way.] (27k, E)
Emperor’s New Clothes
: The fact that Louis’s most precious belonging was a cat with a
face like thunder and an uncanny ability to cover every single inch of
Louis’s clothing with cat hair was something that Louis chose not to
think about too much.or: Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship. (92k, E)
- It’s No Secret
: It’s not that Harry and Louis are hiding the fact that they’re in a relationship. It’s not them being ashamed of each other. People just never noticed.Or
the one where no one knows Harry Styles, the ‘nerd’, and Louis
Tomlinson, 'mr. popular football captain’, are in a romantic
relationship. (3k, M)
Could you write a really dominant reader smut for Basement Gee? thank
-Would you mind doing a dominant reader x Basement Gee? They’ve been
friends for a while and the reader walks in on him masturbating to their image?
Thank you! ______________________________________________________________
So I don’t really have
much preamble for this one. I said I would write this one for ages, and I’ve
finally had the creative energy to do it!
The reader isn’t as
dominant as you’d expect because I wanted this to be a bit softer, (especially
with it being Basement Gee). And I played with the idea a bit… just so Gee
didn’t seem too…. Creepy. Anyways, I
hope you all like it! :)
Warnings: Smut, maybe
a bit of language.
In all the time you’d known Gee (and seeing as you two had
been friends practically since birth) it was safe to say you could tell when
something was up. You’d grown up together, having been neighbours all your
life, and you really had a bond with him like no other.
i would really like to see the domestic side to college spideychelle,, like where they have to sniff the suspicious looking thai takeout cuz they have nooo idea how long it's been sitting out for, board game nights and inviting ned over but ned sorta just settles back because the two get highly competitive with one another when it comes to jenga and sorry. just stuff like that yannooooo???
fluff is NOT my forte, fam. but i love you all so I will try for you precious people. don’t hate me if its not any good.
Prompt: Hey could you do an imagine where y/n is the athletic trainer to the Washington capitals and she I younger then even the rookies but the team sees her as the team mom (AKA HOCKEY MOM😂😂) AND ALSO SHE IS CLOSE TO Andre because he Is Andre the boy that got in the wrong car thinking it was an Uber
Washington Capitals x Reader
Requested: sure was
Includes: happiness, team weirdness
Note: in this world latts and nate are still on the capitals because i will have no sadness in my world. also this will be under andre burakovsky for the tag and the masterlist, but its really just a friendship with the whole team with a stronger relationship with andre. there is no romance
hey so i’m bored as fuck and like really emotional and i just wanna read some larry fics and just be emotional, so do you have any that are cute and slightly angsty and i don’t really care if they’re au or like real life stuff i just need something good to read. thanks a lot!!
I just wanna apologise in advance, first of all for being too late to reply to this and second of all because even though the following fics are cute and fluffy they’re angsty as well cos apparently the word slightly doesn’t exist in my vocabulary:
Summary: AU. So, yeah. That year abroad helped Harry establish that he is in love with his best friend. Now, if Louis would stop treating him like a little brother, that would be awesome. (Additional ingredients: a collapsing tree house, a lot of pining, the other three boys as Louis’ new best mates from university, and a camping trip. Serve hot.)
Summary: It’s different, and Louis knows that, because Harry’s got so much riding on this - a career and a future and his whole life. There’s talk of him going first overall in the draft, of entering the NFL after only two years in college, of going to New York or Seattle or Green Bay, and Louis wants to be there for him, wants to support him and help him make decisions, but he also kind of wants to pin him to the bed and cry and scream, What about me what about me what about me?
(au. Harry’s the star quarterback and Louis is about to graduate. It’s a heartbreak waiting to happen.)
Summary: At twenty years old Harry has his life figured out. He’ll graduate from the private University of Buckingham and move to Oxford to study journalism. He’ll meet someone who shares his values and accepts who he is, and apply everything his successful parents have taught him.
At twenty-two years old Louis has no clue what he wants in life. He’s not sure he’ll pass the year and doesn’t know where he’ll go after that. He spends his time smoking away his doubts about himself with his friends and all he cares about is making sure his family doesn’t fall apart.
They don’t belong together.
Or a Private University AU where Harry is a queer posh prince, Louis is a closeted troublemaker, and neither expect to understand each other the way they will.
Summary: 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.
Summary: A canon-compliant AU, in which Harry and Louis are both in the band and have been sharing flats and hotel rooms for nearly five years, but never made the leap past ‘friends who are too close for comfort’.
Featuring a lot of pining, Louis’ addiction to Harry’s scent, and a whole lot of sexual tension that might just snap loose when they decide to spend some time together all on their own.
Summary: Louis is ¼ of the infamous boy band One Direction and has had a crush on the Prince of Wales for ages. Prince Harry is gay and out and when he spills on a tv show about finding a certain Louis fit, their paths cross and everything turns into a tumult of emotions and anxiety, and the complications when you just want to show the world who you love.
Summary: Summer Camp!AU. Louis has been a football instructor at Lake District Camp for three years when twenty-year old Harry Styles - the latest addition to the counseling team - stumbles not so gracefully into his life. It’s not that Harry is everything Louis can’t stand-except. He is. But that doesn’t stop him from walking in on the naked boy too many times for it to be a coincidence.
Summary: louis has been dealing with depression for as long as he can remember. he doesn’t expect green eyes and toothy grins and sweet petals in messy curls to save him, but they’re doing a hell of a lot more to help than regular therapy and prescribed pills ever have.
Summary: Harry had always been possessive of Louis, even before they soulbonded. This is pretty much just a bunch of incidents where Harry, as Louis’s alpha, gets jealous when other people get too involved with his omega. And then there’s part two, dealing with Harry and Louis’ experiences during Louis’ pregnancy.
If I am right, which i hope so, there are people who take care of orphaned kids for a while to help the orphanage or something like that. So, maybe Lance used to help that way, but then he took care of Shiro and they have a connection or something and Lance decided to adopt him. Maybe that's how Lance got custody of a small Japanese boy...? (How do I put this thing in anonymous? Oh well, It doesn't matter. Sorry if there are misspellings, I'm not that good at writing english)
like foster care? that could be one possibility. the only thing is I feel like Lance wouldn’t be THAT old. So I don’t know if he would have been a foster parent that early in his life in time to first foster Shiro for a little bit and then adopt him
I started thinking more like he messed around a lot in his first year or two of college and accidentally got some girl pregnant and she dumped the kid on him. That would make Shiro his actual son then and I don’t think I want it to be like that.
unless like, Lance went on a trip to study abroad in Japan and just found baby Shiro abandoned or something and was somehow able to adopt him. But I feel weird doing something like that because I’m american and have no idea if stuff like that even happens in japan or how that would work exactly. I guess I could make Shiro a prom night dumpster baby that Lance finds still alive (which is REALLY sad but it happens I guess) and he just works really hard to convince child services that he can take care of him and wins. therefore adopting Shiro. Tragic backstory
btw, your english is awesome. I can’t spell well either and its my first language