i had the inspiration begging me to do this ever since i saw this challenge

The Wild Elk Lodge

Summary: You’re thoroughly enjoying this 3 star hotel Mick scored. When Dean knocks on your door and asks you come swimming with him, you can’t resist. However, neither of you brought swimsuits, causing things to escalate into more than just swimming. 

A/N: This was inspired by episode 12.16, Ladies Drink Free. No spoilers though! Just skinny dipping :)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, smut (kind of public), oral (male and female receiving), multiple orgasms. 

Word Count 2.8k

Originally posted by jensen-jay

A three star hotel. For you, Sam, and Dean; this was what dreams were made of. You even had your own room. For the first time in, well, ever you didn’t have to bunk with the Winchesters. You may not have been so sure of this Mick Davies character, but you didn’t mind him picking up the hotel bill. Not one bit.

You stretched your arms above your head and stretched your legs out in the soft comfy bed. You rolled over to the cold side of the bed for a moment, just to take in the softness of the pillows and the silkiness of the sheets and blankets before you heard a quiet knock at the door.

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“In Another Life” | NaruSaku

In which Sakura’s character becomes self aware.

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki x Sakura Haruno

A/N: I am extremely new to fanfiction (fanfiction based on existing works, that is) so I don’t really know what I’m doing here and I don’t know the fanfic terminologies so I don’t know what to tell you. It’s a bit angst-y, I guess?

Excuse the typos. I rarely proof read.

Also, if you ship ss or nh along with ns, don’t read this k thx

Words: 2,490

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FanWorks Wednesdays - foxmulders

by Keva Andersen

This week’s author may have gotten her writing start from a place “where everybody knows your name” but if you don’t know her name, you should. Meet @foxmulders! Also known as inspl0tches on A03, foxmulders has a variety of work that can take you on a great ride and in some cases knock the wind out of you as you read.

One of my personal favorites is “solitary fields in spring.”  Tagged “mother’s day hell fic from hell,” it looks at 5 Mother’s Days that could have been *cough should have been cough* for Scully. It’s sweet and sad and hits all the right notes.

With all the hurricanes lately you may have heard people use the phrase “the waffle house index” lately. This story with the same name has more to do with the hurricane of emotions that follows Season 6′s “One Son” than the weather and it’s a great read. I love the way it explores how Mulder and Scully say the things they don’t really say.

There’s so much I love about “string theory,” I’ll just stop talking now and tell you to go read it.

We talked with foxmulders about writing, inspiration, and of course, The X-Files.

How long have you been a Phile?

The X-Files was my summer after sophomore year show. I’m about to go into my second year of college, so I’ve been into it for almost four years now. My parents are super over my not being over it, btw. Just in case anyone was wondering.

What was your first episode?

The Pilot! I’d seen a lot about the show on Tumblr before I started it, and I remember the first time the camera panned to Mulder’s poster I was like, “That’s where that’s from!” So the show immediately felt familiar, which I think is part of what got me.

How long have you been writing fic?

Unfortunately, since I was like 12. I wrote some stuff for Star Wars, and Parks and Rec and even Cheers. Yes, Cheers. It was very bad and very inconsistent, and I certainly never printed out a fic I was working on in order to edit it with a red pen like a Real Writer and then left it out for my mom to find. Nope.

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ONE SINGLE MOMENT (Bitney) - Veronica

ONE SINGLE MOMENT (Bitney) - Veronica

FIC CHALLENGE PROMPT #4 - RHYTHM, OCCASION, HATE

A/N: Hey guys! It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything besides AU, but this prompt grabbed my attention and I figured it would be a fun way to get back to straight up canon-inspired drag queen fanfic. Hope you guys enjoy! XOXO, V

Summary - Roy gets insanely jealous when he sees Shane making out with a dude at a pride party, and turns into a miserable nightmare. Shane teases the truth out of him and they are both surprised by the results. Rating: Explicit

TW: heavy drinking, gay slurs (as used by Bianca Del Rio, not in a hate crime-y way)

I’m a slut for beta readers. So special thanks to my boo @toriibelledarling for her guidance with the initial concept and early intervention!! And of course, my Bitney idol, @artificialzeezee (anytime you come across a phrase and think “wow, I didn’t know V had literary skills…I don’t. That was Z.) And the indispensable feedback from both @noxcounterspell and @wednesdayangeline !! And last but not least, @spokywrites for convincing me that I was smoking crack when I said I might not include smut. I love all you guys, thank you so much!! xoxo

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36 (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

A/N: Okie dokie. So it’s been a while. I apologize that I haven’t been able to get anything out sooner, and for that, forgive me. That being said, here is something that I was inspired by a couple of days ago, and it’s a bit rough, but I hope you all like it. If you have any feedback please feel free to give it to me! :)

Also shout out to @braeixia for your kind words of encouragement. Thank you.


It had been 36 days since you could remember seeing him for more than two minutes at a time.

36 days since any physical contact between you two had been anything more than brief and unsatisfactory.

You had understood what it meant when you had first gotten together with Lin. He was a playwright, a man whose future was brighter than the stars in the sky. He was a talented man destined for great things, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t have to work for it. You knew from the beginning that it would mean sometimes you would have to come second to his writing and you were okay with that.

After all, it hadn’t been that bad at first.

“Liiiiiim,” you giggled as you tried to keep him in bed with you before he got up for the day.

Lin chuckled and looked at you with adoring eyes.

“Cariña, I need to get up and write. Find some inspiration somewhere.”

“Oh please, you’ve got all the inspiration you need right here,” you smirked at him.

“I definitely walked into that one,” he grinned back.

“And you’re not walking out of it so come back here and get inspired.”

You felt your heart soar as he let out a musical laugh. Seeing the opportunity before you, you gently pulled him back into bed with you. His body hovered over yours, only the blanket separating you. He nuzzled his nose against yours and you let your eyes flutter shut momentarily. As you opened them, you were face to face with the handsome man you had been dating for only a couple months.

“Hi,” you said softly.

“Hi,” he repeated back, matching the gentleness of your tone.

“Thanks for joining me.”

“My pleasure. I’m feeling more inspired already.”

“Oh I can tell,” you smirked back at him.

You huffed in frustration and covered your face with your hands. You loved remembering the days when it was so easy to convince him to stay in bed with you for an extra hour or two, or that he needed to take breaks in between writing so he could properly relax. Even when you had to fight for him to eat a meal without simultaneously composing or writing, you knew that everything would be okay again.

But things between you hadn’t been okay for 36 days.

Take a break.”

When Lin didn’t answer you sighed audibly.

“Lin, there’s a little surprise for supper, and it cannot wait.”

He didn’t even look up.

“Lin!”

“Y/N please stop trying to distract me from my work,” he muttered.

“You’re working too much. You need to take care of yourself.”

“It’s fine.”

“No it’s not. We share a bed so you can’t even lie to me about how many hours you sleep a night, which is definitely not enough. And when was the last time you ate?”

“Could you please stop nagging me?”

“I’m worried about you!”

“I need to finish this.”

“I know you do but you also need to eat… please,” You begged.

“Just go, Y/N.”

You looked at him for a few more seconds, wishing that he would just look up at you. Maybe then he could begin to understand how worried you were about him. After a few more moments you walked out of his music/writing room, closing the door behind you.

You didn’t see the pain in his eyes as he watched you go.

You hated the fact that Lin was overworking himself. You understood that he had deadlines to meet with songs, but it was becoming nearly destructive to his health. He ate and slept less than was healthy, and he gave himself no time for his family, for friends, or for himself. No matter how hard you were trying, however, to salvage his health, sanity - and your relationship - for that matter, he kept pushing you away. It hurt. You weren’t going to lie to yourself and say that it didn’t. It hurt every time he didn’t look up from his writing while you talked at him, and it hurt when he chose not to share meals with you or go to bed early with you, even just to sleep. A part of you had begun to wonder why you couldn’t make him see that he was doing more than enough, that he was enough.

That you could be enough for him.

You shook your head and tried not to think of that nagging thought that had invaded your mind more often than you would like in the past few weeks. You had never felt inadequate for Lin until now, and so you attempted to focus instead on the good moments with Lin.

“Honey, I’m hoooome!”

You heard Lin’s voice before you saw him. You didn’t even have a chance to turn around before you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, and a kiss land on your head.

“You know you can only say that so many times before it’s no longer endearing,” you said with a playful smile.

“Has it stopped being endearing?”  He challenged.

“Touché,” you accepted.

“Besides, you’re still overusing the “M” word.”

“Excuse me? Is it such a bad thing to be proud of the fact that I’m now a married woman, who married the love of her life and is still enjoying the marital bliss even after three months of being married?” you grinned proudly, causing your husband to laugh and hold you tighter to him.

“God, mi cariña, I adore you.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you replied cheekily before turning your head to kiss him.

You sighed as your heart longed for you to be able to return to simpler times, when you were certain that the love of your life loved you back, and the worst fight you ever had was because your parents had doubts about marrying a writer. There were moments that were hard, but you still held onto the memories that still gave you goosebumps, because things couldn’t stay this way forever…

Right?

Now as you paced your living room, however, you couldn’t help but wonder how much longer you could keep convincing yourself that the scarce moments you shared with your husband that were becoming fewer and further between were enough to make up for all the time that was being lost. 36 days was a long time, and it seemed that each day, your future together was crumbling before you, and every day, you became more and more helpless to stop it from completely slipping away.

The sound of the door opening had shook you from your stream of thoughts and you looked up to see the man you had married six years ago rush in and drop his bag near the door, only to go straight to the bedroom.

“Lin!” You exclaimed as you followed him into the room.

“Hi, Y/N. Can’t talk, have to hurry,” he replied curtly as he stripped out of his shirt and looked for a new one in the closet.

After a few moments he huffed as he couldn’t find what he was looking for as fast as he wanted to. You sighed and went over to the dresser you shared and pulled out his back-up grey cardigan, handing it to him.

“Oh god what would I do without you?”

“Seems like you’ve been doing just fine lately,” you muttered, not being able to hide your resentment.

Lin snapped his head to look at you as soon as he had finished pulling the sweater over his head. You couldn’t help but notice it was the first time you two had made eye contact since he arrived. The thought made your heart ache a bit more.

“What was that supposed to mean?” He questioned, but before you had the chance to respond, Lin looked at the clock on the wall just behind you. “Shoot, I’m late, we’ll talk about it later.” he said as he went to leave.

“This is exactly what it means Lin!” You exclaimed as you once again had to follow him to keep up.

“Y/N I don’t have time for this.”

“You mean me. You never have time for me!”

Your words caused Lin to stop dead in his tracks, and you felt your breath hitch. It felt like ages before he turned around to face you. Your heart was racing. That wasn’t what you meant, but it wasn’t completely inaccurate as to how you had been feeling lately, either.

“Excuse me?” Lin’s voice was disturbingly calm.

“Okay… not exactly the best phrasing…” you admitted slowly.

“No, no please continue,” he said sarcastically, which made you angry.

“Don’t be like that-” you started.

“Like what? Because you’re the one who’s acting like a child.”

What?

“This is my job. Hamilton has inspired me like nothing else before and it needs to get done!”

“Within reason!” You shot back. “You’re working yourself to death!”

“You’re just upset because I don’t spend every waking minute with you!”

“I’m upset because you refuse to spend a single waking minute with me!”

“That is not-”

“Don’t you dare say it’s not true! Because this is the most you’ve spoken to me in 36 days and most of it was arguing!”

Something in Lin’s face shifted slightly.

“Y/N… I just… I don’t think you comprehend just how much bigger this musical is than us,” he said earnestly.

“What are you saying?” You couldn’t hide the sting his words had caused you.

“This could be the defining thing of my career. This could be my legacy!”

Lin’s eyes were begging you to understand, and to a certain extent, you did. You knew of Lin’s obsession with legacy, and his desire to make something of his time here worthwhile. You knew that it was important to him to do something that would create an impact. That’s the reason you became a doctor after all, and it’s why he wrote musicals. You both wanted to change the world in your own ways. That being said, there was something else that wouldn’t leave you alone after his confession.

“What about our legacy?” You asked vulnerably.

“I - our..?”

“Yes, Lin. Our legacy. I… We always talked about starting a family and well…” You trailed off and looked away, trying to compose yourself as you blinked back tears. When you looked back up at Lin, however, he wasn’t looking at you.

“Don’t.”

Though the volume of his voice was quiet, it came out very harsh. You sucked in a breath.

“No. No, you don’t get to cop out here.”

“Just wait until the musical is done, okay?”

“We’re talking about this now. Please.”

“And how do you think we’re gonna be able to take care of a kid with how our lives are right now?” he snapped.

“Well maybe if you cared enough about me to spend more than-”

“This again? I can’t believe you. How can you be so selfish?”

It felt as though your breath had been forced out of you. In this moment your tears couldn’t be held back any longer.

“Well then please forgive me for wanting to be enough for my husband.”

You hated the way your voice broke, but it seemed like Lin finally understood what you had been wanting to say. He reached out for you.

“Y/N wait-”

“No, it’s fine,” you replied quietly as you moved away from his reach. “You can keep your legacy, whatever it may be. I just hope that at the end of it all, you’re satisfied.”

With that you ran straight past him out the door.

alyssagisme  asked:

I got a prompt! Rick pulls Michonne over for a speeding ticket. Pre-apocalypse. Don't know if this has been done before. It's not very original, or creative, lol! Thanks😊

A/N: Thaaanks @alyssag321 I really like this idea, I never wrote an AU richonne before. Let me know how I do guys! :D x

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Another speed demon in a flashy car, Rick Grimes groaned as he got out of his modest patrol car to once again do his job; reprimanding spoiled young men with clear death wishes. However, as he approached the vehicle, Rick was surprised to see it was a woman in her late thirties behind the wheel of the shiny red Porsche, wearing a fierce frown and an elegant pale pink evening dress soiled by vivid green substance down her low cut front. 

Rick nervously cleared his throat before speaking. 

“Ma'am do you have any ide-” 

“Yes.” She snapped, interrupting him curtly before he could even begin his well-rehearsed speed kills speech. “I know exactly how damn fast I was driving. Apparently not fast enough.”

She refused to turn her perfectly shaved head to face him, gripping the steering wheel angrily instead. She breathed heavily, her round nose flaring with rage Rick knew he did not deserve. 

“Ma’am, I’m gonna have to ask you to not interrupt me.” Rick warned not offended yet not happy with the level of contempt in her voice and on her face. He was after all, as deputy sheriff, accustomed to a certain level of respect.

There was a tense moment between them where Rick wondered if he’d end up cuffing this beautiful headstrong lady. He wanted to laugh at the thought of his cuffs clashing with the delicate jewelry against her deeply rich skin.  

However, she finally decided to face him, her proud face making Rick feel small and sorry for a moment. Her dark eyes, effective in the art of intimidation, were unblinking and cursing him for his unwelcome intervention.

“Look I’m not normally this - tense - but I just don’t have time have time for this.” She answered frankly and firmly.

With this not being a battle he was willing to lose, Rick Grimes forcibly snapped out of his speechless state, throwing the woman an unsympathetic glance before pulling out his pen and pad.

 “I’m just trying to do my job Ma’am.” Rick shrugged, the enchantment effectively broken.

“So am I!” She yelled back more defiant then ever. 

Rick remained calm, ready to cut this argument short. “You a race car driver?” he asked sounding deceptively sincerely. 

She gave him a look of disgust before replying. “No.” 

“Then will you please let me finish.” 

His stern tone and even sterner look although not inspiring fear, carried enough authority for the woman to finally back down. Satisfied, Rick added on a courteous “Ma’am” as per usual.  

“You don’t get it.” She whispered in a low whine but Rick Grimes was beyond caring at this point.  

“80 on a 40 road.” He said, cocking his head to the side “Yeah…I think I have all the facts I need.”

“Licence and registration.” He demanded, determined to give her a ticket and send her on her way. “Please.”

Rick Grimes however was caught off guard by her next response.

Fuck.” 

“Excuse me?”

“I said fuck.” She repeated louder, this time placing even more emphasis on the offending word. “Not you. Not me. Just fuck.” 

“Fuck this” She cried frustratingly pulling out her licence and shoving it in his hand before pointing to the stain ruining her dress “And everything that happened today.”

She looked on the verge of angry tears and Rick suddenly felt a pang of guilt. 

“Look I’m not the bad guy here.” Rick said still strangely on the defense even though she was no longer being antagonistic but instead slumping over her steering wheel sighing mournfully. 

“No you’re not.”  He heard her mutter. When she looked up the frown on her face was gone and for the first time that night Rick saw how soft yet still spellbinding her eyes could be. 

“My one year old is the villain of the piece, see?” 

At her request, Rick found himself looking at her chest with his eyes lingering on her breasts a little longer than they should have. Feeling instantly ashamed, Rick quickly refocused his eyes onto hers, determined to hold their intense gaze.  

She, however, did not notice and Rick relaxed enough to smile and regain his professionalism. 

“I’m the head curator at the National Gallery of Art,” she began to explain, relaxing in her seat as she told her tale.  “And we have twenty five of the best and brightest contemporary artists attending the unveiling of their never before seen collaborative project.”

She spoke with such passion in her voice, unable to hold back her excitement at the event’s magnitude. Dazzled by her pearly white smile, Rick nodded, begging her to go on.

How could someone’s face be so instantly transformed, Rick wondered, taking in every detail of her gentler more open countenance. 

She continued to talk. “It will be the most culturally significant piece of work of our time, a painstaking labor of love bringing together everything that is beautiful in this damn world.”

“Sounds impressive.” Rick admitted, still not sure where her story was headed yet every bit as captivated by it as he was by its narrator. 

“You don’t get it.”

He chuckled at the way she predictably decided her world full of colors and cultural was beyond his ‘simple’ understanding. “Oh sure, I guess where I come from they don’t teach the difference between a Miro and my Judith’s finger paintings.” 

His sarcasm, although playful, was as thick as his Georgia accent, causing her stare back at him with wide awkwardly apologetic eyes.

Rick may not be a fancy curator, but he was far from being just another ‘uncultured hick’ and something inside of him wanted to make that clear to this sophisticated stranger.

“You were saying Ma’am?” Rick asked casually and she laughed, shaking her head for a second before looking him straight in the eye.

Rick welcomed the challenge that look on her face brought.

“Oh, so that’s how it is?” She asked, frowning slightly but the smile never leaving her face. It was as if she was just now, for the first time, truly seeing Rick, her eyes travelling across his uniformed body before connecting with his blue ones.

She had been a gallery of emotions since the moment he met her, but now looking upon that oddly bashful grin on her face after being teased, Rick believed he had just found his favorite one. 

“Yeah, that’s exactly how it is.” Rick whispered confidently. 

She quietly licked her full lips before moving on. 

Rick loved how she barely conceded a thing.  “Anyway,” she said drawing out the word like a song. 

“The point is, it is damn important and I’m supposed to be there making sure it runs smoothly.” Her tone was serious once again, “instead I’m sat in my car covered in baby sick, driving like a madwoman to get to the only boutique that’ll loan me a dress at such short notice.”

Rick was sorry to see the smile fall from her face as she regained awareness of her miserable situation. 

Noticing his concerned stare, she waved her hand out in front of him. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not gonna cry.” She insisted causing Rick to smile.

Somehow he was expecting nothing less from this warrior woman who picked fights with cops. 

“I would’ve.” He said sympathetically. 

Rick hesitated for a moment before raising a question that played on his mind for a little while now. “Ma’am, this might not be any of my business, but can’t your husband get you a dress from home?”

As soon as the question left his mouth, Rick Grimes was full of regret. At no point during their conversation had he noticed a wedding ring on her hand. Suddenly Rick thought he could hear his friend Glenn, scathingly whispering as he so often did, the words ‘nice going dumbass’.    

Kicking himself in his mind, Rick braced himself for her response. 

There was annoyance on her face but thankfully none of it directed at him. “Oh you mean call the asshole that walked out on Andre and I,  let him back into my house to go through my shit? Yeah no thanks, I think I’ll pass.”

He didn’t know what he was expecting when he asked the question, but whatever it was, this was infinitely better. Rick suddenly had an idea on how he could be of some help to this sad stranger, now instantly transformed into a damsel in distress Deputy Sheriff Grimes would love nothing more than to rescue.

Or at least impress. 

“Look how about you promise to drive safely, get to your fancy art party.” Rick suggested, confidently leaning in through the rolled down car window. “And I’ll pick up your dress from wherever you want - within reason of course.”

She had a suspicious look on her face “Why would you do that?” 

“Well,” Rick shrugged suddenly searching his mind for a reason that sounded more acceptable than the truth, “ I guess us single parents gotta stick together.” 

He thought it impossible but her face looked even more surprised than it did when he made his generous offer.

“Divorced with two of my own.” He explained, placing conscious emphasis on the word divorced and suddenly wearing his failed marriage like some sort of badge of honor. 

“Must be hard.” She whispered, looking genuinely sorry, and her kind eyes making Rick feel uncomfortable.

“No harder than being the art curator of THE National Art Gallery.” He responded, teasing her again in an effort to return their earlier moments of casual flirtation.

She laughed loudly “Did I really say that? God what an uppity bitch I sounded like.” 

Alarmed at the prospect of having insulted her, Rick immediately protested his words having any such implication. “No, no, no, not at all!”

She fired him a grateful smile and pressed the button on the ignition. “Well thank you anyway.” She began, readying herself to say goodbye. “Not gonna lie, I was prepared to be thrown in jail or worse after you stopped me. Lucky me, meeting Officer Friendly.”

She held out her hand, patiently awaiting the return of her identification and Rick quickly scribbled down her details before handing it back together with a speeding ticket.  

“Not that lucky.” Rick Grimes smirked at the ridiculous cheek of this woman he had become hopelessly attracted to. 

“Wow.” She mouthed trying her best not to laugh in disbelief at what just happened. Still not believing her eyes, she examined and re-examined the authenticity of the ticket and the cost of the fine.

She then looked back at Rick with pleading eyes.

But Rick refused to budge. “Yeah, just doing my job Ma’am.” her reminded her, holding up his hands innocently. 

He was glad to see her cave in and flash him a seductive smile. “At least use my name if you’re gonna screw me like this.” 

“Michonne.” He obeyed not skipping a beat.

For a moment, they let the silence sink in, relishing the sudden increase in heat between them.   

“Here.” Michonne finally said, handing him a business card she pulled out of the sparkling clutch bag on the passenger’s seat. “Get me that dress from Peletier’s and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you take a peek at the exhibition.”

She let their fingers touch as Rick reached for the card, her soft brown skin promising more than just a peek. Not breaking eye contact Rick curiously whispered, “At the paintings?” 

“Right, the paintings.” She repeated, her breathing now getting a little heavier, for a moment being on exhibition for his intense blues to completely devour. 

When he didn’t react, she slowly pulled away. Their hands no longer connecting, Rick swallowed hard admittedly craving more than just this whisper of a touch and wishing he took the opportunity she had presented him with.  

Except that just wasn’t his style, even though everything about her screamed; it could be

Catching himself, Rick finally took a professional step back again.  

“What did I say about going too fast?” He warned Michonne,  

“Not sure, I didn’t let you finish.” She said mocking him. Michonne winked and Rick’s heart went into overdrive. 

“Anyway see you later officer.” 

With that abrupt goodbye, she coolly rolled up her window and drove off without looking back at the stunned man in her rear mirror. Rick Grimes stood in that place for a full minute. Staring at a now empty road, he replayed in his mind the incredible interaction he had with that speeding stranger and her enticing invitation at the end.

Grinning whilst holding on tightly to that precious business card she handed him, he finally began his return to the patrol car and walking with a slow silly swagger he whispered his response into the hot night air. 

Hell yes ma’am.” 

anonymous asked:

Hi shannon! I really like your taste in fics could you recommend some new longer ones please?

hi! and thank you! I rec a lot of the newer ones on here, so I’ll just make a big master post of all my favorite long fics for you! (long being 30k words and over) Some of these are chaptered and others are one shots, enjoy! 

You Come Beating Like Moth’s Wings 80k

Harry takes the summer before uni to travel Europe and meets Louis in Barcelona, and they end up traveling together.

Don’t Look Down 92k

 In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee. And everyone else is around, too.

Fading 200k

Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.

This Offer Stands Forever 78k

Harry is who high school kids would define as a nerd, he loved going to class and studying, he was just good at school work and saw nothing wrong with liking it. He signs up to tutor students at the middle school down the road where he ends up helping Lottie Tomlinson, younger sister to the ever popular and gorgeous Louis Tomlinson who is also a senior and in a few classes of Harry’s. Harry might have a crush on him and not so sure how to act around Louis but hopes he can get close to the other boy and learn everything about him.

Speaking of Marvels 100k

AU. Louis is a nanny in suburban New Jersey, and the neighbors’ son is home from college for the summer. It was supposed to be a fling.

Pull Me Under 140k

AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis’ favourite teammate, Liam as Louis’ agent, and Zayn as Liam’s boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

Some Clear Jellyfish Don’t Sting 32k

Louis Tomlinson is starting grad school in New York City in the fall and when his best friend Niall Horan finds out, he invites Louis to spend the summer with him on the end of Long Island, at the house of their childhood friend, Harry Styles. Louis hasn’t seen Harry in years, not since he was sixteen and Harry was fourteen and Harry had a somewhat massive crush on him. What will happen when they meet again? Will the tables be turned????

Red Brick Heart 98k

Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise roommate who’s loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he’s ever wanted.

Into The Blue 117k

AU. In which Louis is Harry’s scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can’t be all that difficult to convince Harry that they’re on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity.

Here (In Your Arms) 62k

he one where Louis is a successful real estate agent and Harry works at a retirement home. They’ve never had a real home. Up until now.

I Would Name The Stars For You 91k

“Harry Styles is a poem waiting to happen, Louis thinks, eyes tracing peach flesh and the undercurrent of blue veins. He wants to write him all down, to capture the image of green eyes and red lips and skinny wrists… dark ink spilled across the page.” or a vaguely Notting Hill-like AU starring popstar!Harry and bookkeeper/soulful poet!Louis; and including guest appearances by fate, a wise elderly aristocrat, and lots and lots of pining.

Truly, Madly, Deeply (10 Things I Hate About You) 55k

The first Louis had heard of Harry auditioning for X Factor was the night he’d turned up on Louis’ doorstep the day before leaving for Boot Camp, with a DVD and an illicit bottle of vodka.

Things Have Gotten Closer To The Sun 50k

When a solar flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.

Glitter/Gold Series 50k

harry and louis are from two different crowds, but harry wants to ask louis to prom.

“we should get married,” louis says, and this time, neither of them say no.

Because You Saw Me When I Was Invisible 33k

A loosely-based Princess Diaries AU, in which Harry finds out he’s the heir to the throne of a country he’s never even heard of.

You’re My Favorite Bird 33k

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.

Like A Beautiful Carol, I Get Lost In Your Song 30k

Louis Tomlinson has become many things in the five years since One Direction ended, and a Scrooge is not one of them. However, there are three ghosts on his doorstep who beg to differ.

Boys Of Summer 50k

New Jersey Beach Town AU

A Million One, A Million Two (A Hundred More Will Never Do) 42k

An AU loosely inspired by the short-lived WB drama, Young Americans, and the Gotta Be You music video.

From Eight Until Late, I Think About You 35k

After finding out that his University of Brighton roommate has a YouTube channel, Harry starts up his own channel, on which he posts videos of himself doing weekly challenges. He strikes up a friendship with Louis, a popular youtuber in London, that starts in the comments on their videos and progresses to texting, skyping, and talking about each other in their own videos far too often. They fall for each other long-distance, but put off meeting face-to-face as long as possible, too nervous that they’ll screw it all up.

We Are Full Of Stories To Be Told 36k

Harry and Louis get engaged and break up and then married; Liam accidentally tells Zayn he’s in love with him on their first date but they end up being friends (and maybe more); Niall shears a sheep and gets slapped in the face a lot. or: the HIMYM AU with my favorite plots from the first two seasons, where Harry is Marshall, Louis is Lily, Liam is Ted, Zayn is Robin, and Niall is Barney.

-shannon

anonymous asked:

Are you still taking fix requests!? You're writing is so in character I love it. If you are, can you try something in the revival era? Maybe one of the supposedly funny episodes?! OROROR a steamy basement office fic!? I'm disappointed with the lack of office msr fics! Thanks!

Hey anon! Thanks for your prompt. I’ve been wanting to write these losers getting it on in the basement for a while, so here you go! Set during s7. 

Also loosely inspired by leiascully‘s xfwritingchallenge prompt “hot/cold.”

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When she comes back from the cafeteria, she locks the door behind her. Mulder looks up at the sound, surprised to see her empty-handed, but more surprised by the troubled look on her face.

His feet are propped up on the desk, chair reclined as he nurses a handful of sunflower seeds. “All out of egg salad sandwiches?”

“I saw a couple just now, on a bench outside,” she jumps in without preamble, gestures with a thumb, “practically on top of each other. Hands on thighs, tongues down throats. In broad daylight. Presumably, at work.”

“Yowser.”

“And they seemed so unaffected. So… in their own world that whatever else was going on around them didn’t matter as much as each other.”

“What are you getting at?” he asks through a mouthful.

“Why haven’t we ever had sex at work?”

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