Then We Talk Slow Author: letsjustsee Word Count: 20k Summary: The picture showed Harry smiling widely (with a fucking dimple) at the camera, his glossy brown curls situated artfully around his shoulders. Louis couldn’t see his whole outfit, but it seemed to consist of a pink, floral button-up with most of the buttons undone. Louis could also detect the dark outlines of tattoos on his chest, although he couldn’t quite make out what they were underneath the shirt. What he could make out was that his own heartrate seemed to have picked up significantly. Shit. This was so not good. Not only had Louis drunkenly sent messages in a deliberate attempt to interact with this man, he was now insanely attracted to him without ever having met him in person. Maybe Liam was right – drunk tweeting really was a horrible, rotten idea.
A famous/non-famous AU in which Louis banters back and forth with his new record company on Twitter, only to find out that Harry is the man behind the tweets.
You’re In Love With Him But He Likes Your Best Friend
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Harry’s been drinking all night.
It all started off with Savannah, whom he went to Lexi’s Bar with a couple of friends. It was a tradition they all had that carried throughout the past couple of months. Because Friday night meant cheaper alcohol, and Y/n’ s closing shift.
They were all having a good time, Y/n serving them drinks and they all drank their week away. It was just a night of celebrating the end of the week, where stress could be left behind for at least a couple of hours.
Everything was great until Harry got too handsy. It wasn’t his fault, he thinks, they had been talking for months and he had no particular reason to refrain himself from wrapping his arms around Savannah, considering she’s let him do it many times before.
But tonight, she wasn’t going near him, which was a drastic change from her previous attitude with him earlier that night.
So now, he’s stranded at Lexi’s Bar past closing hours, tipsy out of his mind. Savannah left without a word, abandoning him at the bar with no other ride home.
“Jesus, Harry!” Y/n gasps, her hand instinctively reaching for her chest when she makes her way back to the bar. “What the hell are you still doing here?!”
Their friends had left a while ago, only Harry remaining slumped against the bar with an empty glass of Malibu. She wasn’t aware of his stay, in fact, it was her closing shift and the bar had closed twenty minutes ago. Only the slight sound of the radio and the clanging of dishes Y/n was washing could be heard throughout the scene.
He looks like a mix of frustrated and upset, a clear shadow of sadness in his eyes as he looks up at her. He frowns a bit, looking back down at the empty glass that’s fiddling in his hands as he lets out an almost inaudible sigh.
“Do you mind driving me home?” he asks guiltily, “Savannah was my ride but she’s not really speaking to me right now.”
Y/n furrows her eyebrows at the softness of his words, an evident tone of helplessness when he spoke. She nods her head slightly, reaching over to grab his finished drink.
“Gonna wash this real quick,” she mutters, “you can grab your coat, I’ll be right out.”
Harry nods while shooting her a small smile through his frown. He’s always been extremely appreciative of her efforts with him. He knows damn well no other person would be able to treat him the way she does. She put him first, always, and it had always been something Harry never fully understood. She went out of the way for him whenever he needed it most, without the smallest hesitation. And if he needed someone to talk to, even if it was about the horrendous traffic on his way to work, she was always there to listen to him.
He can’t lie, he feels guilty that it’s her closing shift and she’d have to be driving out of her way in order to take him home. But in all honesty, he had nobody else. Savannah left without a word after Harry tried desperately to get her attention, his other friends following shortly after in one car, leaving Harry stranded alone at the bar with Y/n still working. So, really, this was his only option.
When Y/n returns to the front of the bar, she remains silent as she grabs her coat off of the hanger. She looks at him from the corner of her eye, watching as his fingers rub harsh circles against his temples, a gesture he’s always done when he was stressed. He shook his head slightly, shutting his eyes tightly as he fixes the jacket hanging swiftly from his shoulders.
She bites her lip, curious eyes wandering around his slumped frame. Seeing Harry distressed makes her feel upset. Witnessing him at a time of stress was extremely rare, and something about it makes Y/n’s stomach drop. He was always so positive, always making sure the people around him were smiling. He has the type of personality others strive, because he’s so selfless and effortless at everything he does, it’s the part of him Y/n always loved and admired.
“What happened? You okay?”
Harry lets out a frustrated sigh, his nose flaring as he closes his eyes momentarily.
“Savannah’s just so confusing sometimes. I like her a lot, but she’s hard to keep up with. It’s like she’s into me one minute and the next like I’m completely wasting her time, you know? I don’t know what she wants from me anymore.”
Y/n nods, understanding completely what he’s talking about. Savannah often does this to him—to most guys, actually.Because of how different they both are relationship-wise, it’s almost impossible for Harry to adjust to Savannah’s ‘hard to get’ character. Harry prefers to not waste any time when it comes to dating. If he likes someone who reciprocates feelings, he immediately takes action. That’s how he always was with his past girlfriends, taking no time to start a relationship with them.
Savannah, however, loves the game. Being chased amuses her, almost makes her feel as if she’s worth something. Because of her undoubtable beauty and irresistibly charming personality, she always makes the man work for her liking. Her character always made guys frustrated but exposed them to an entirely different relationship. Her hot to cold attitude made men feel intimidated, yet motivated them to catch her. Because, undoubtedly, she’s the ultimate catch no guy could ever ignore.
It had always been that way, too. When Y/n and Savannah both hit puberty, Savannah was the irresistible one. Her figure curved at all the right edges, her tan complexion naturally glowing, and she started to expose herself to new people.
She wasn’t shy of anything. Any opportunity to take on a challenge called Savannah’s name. She was constantly seeking adventure and finding new people to get along with. Which, of course, wasn’t hard at all. Everyone liked Savannah, it was almost impossible not to.
Y/n, however, was the exact opposite. She was beautiful, but not ‘Savannah beautiful.’ She was paler, not a spot of makeup on her face. Her body was a bit more frail than hers, her curves not as extenuated. She was more introverted, as well, only speaking when she felt was necessary. The only way she was able to make friends was through Savannah’s courageous behavior.
And although Savannah and Y/n had an unbreakable bond since middle school, being Savannah’s best friend screwed up Y/n’s love life tremendously. It hurt Y/n a lot throughout her high school years. Being best friends with the most beautiful girl wasn’t easy for her, if anything, it made her feel less about herself. It’s the exact reason why she hasn’t dated in years. Because guys Y/n liked always ended up falling for Savannah.
Which is exactly what’s happening with Harry.
Y/n first met Harry when she began working at Lexi’s. It was her first Friday night shift during the summer. It was her first week after training, so she wasn’t quite used to the busy weekends and late hours, but she didn’t mind it.
She was rearranging glasses at the bar when Harry first walked in. Her breath hitched in her throat when she first saw him enter. She could have sworn her heart had jumped out from her chest in that very moment. He was beautiful, a different kind of beautiful, too. He was so effortless at it—the way he moved and the way he presented himself; he had confidence in himself without flaunting it.
He was wearing tight black jeans with a pink floral see-through button up, flowing loosely from his shoulders. His chest was in great view, as well, the cross hanging from his necklace dangling perfectly between his pecs. His hair was freshly cut, his face freshly shaved and had an aroma of a cologne Y/n wasn’t familiar with. It was unique, though, like him, and all-in-all made him more attractive than she already perceived him to be.
Her eyes went wide when he claimed the barstool in front of her, her actions coming to a halt as her eyes hawked over his every move. She genuinely forgot how to breathe, his physical features overwhelming her in ways she’s never experienced before. The world around her seemed to fade as she admired every part of him she could see.
He was just so breathtaking.
It wasn’t until one of the other bartenders dropped a glass onto the floor that Y/n was pulled out of her trance. She quickly shook her head, slowly coming back in touch with reality. Thankfully, he hadn’t seemed to notice her presence yet.
She shook her head again before working to dry the remaining shot glasses. She just had to make it a couple of hours without completely embarrassing herself in front of him, that’s all she had to do.
Her eyes drifted slightly to him again when he lifted his right leg up against the unoccupied barstool next to him, leaning over before his fingers started working to retie his shoelace.
“The usual.” he spoke, eyes still cast downward.
Y/n looked around behind the counter, checking to see if he was talking to someone else. Considering she had just started working there a week ago and hasn’t served him yet, she was completely clueless as to what he was ordering.
He looked up from his shoes, eyes diverting right into hers as a sense of realization reached his features.
“Oh, I see,” he giggled, “Sorry, love. I wasn’t aware there was a new bartender in town.”
His voice was both raspy and smooth in the most elegant way she’s ever heard. His accent was so incredibly thick she could visually see it by the way his lips moved. And his giggle, with the slight smirk he developed made her heart flutter in her chest.
Y/n nodded, smiling slightly at him.
“Yeah, just started a week ago. Nobody’s ever ordered ‘the usual’ before.” she joked, nervous laughter falling from her lips as she tucked loose pieces of hair behind her ear.
He grinned at her, his cheeks turning a bit peachy. He had to admit, she was gorgeous, and clearly had a great sense of humor. He could tell she was shy, though, by the way she wasn’t confident in her words and the way her cheeks flushed whenever he spoke to her.
“Cute” he muttered ever so slightly, Y/n almost thought she imagined it, “‘The usual,’ at least for me, is a Malibu Bay Breeze. Bit heavier on the cranberry juice, a bit lighter on the pineapple.”
Y/n nodded, muttering a quiet “coming right up” before gathering the ingredients. Harry watched her as she poured it all together, mixing the essential ingredients, admiring her gestures and movements whenever he said something that made her smile.
They talked for hours that night, getting to know each other. Y/n was mesmerized, completely and utterly captivated at how somebody like him could possibly exist. He was everything she’s ever dreamed of—there wasn’t any part of him she didn’t find alluring. This was the only time she’s ever spoken to him, yet she found herself feeling something she’s never felt before.
And the feelings only got stronger with time. Every Friday for four months, Y/n found Harry coming into Lexi’s earlier than he usually did, and every time he’d come she prepared him a Malibu Bay Breeze—heavy on the cranberry, light on the pineapple.
He stayed with her until closing, until the last light went off and the music went down. And after she was off her shift, he took her to the 24-hour movie theater that hardly anybody went to in those early hours of the morning. Instead of watching, however, they spent the entire movie goofing around with popcorn and sharing fond memories of their childhood.
To say Y/n had fallen hard for Harry was an understatement. She was completely and unconditionally in love with him.
The feeling he had given her never subsided—he never failed to give her a feeling of euphoria whenever he spent his Friday nights with her. And the more he opened up to her, and the more she opened up to him, the more it felt right. He felt right, no part of her doubted that for a second. He captured her heart and she knew there was no way in hell she was ever getting it back.
Savannah even began to notice her shift in mood ever since her Friday night shifts began. It was as if she turned into an entirely different person. She seemed more confident in herself, and Savannah started noticing the softest of smiles illuminating on her face every so often.
Y/n was the happiest she had ever been before, she swore she was on cloud nine. Y/n started to believe nothing could have torn her down. Nothing.
But then, it happened.
Savannah showed up to Lexi’s during Y/n’s regular Friday night shift. It was a little past midnight, arriving back from her aunt’s wedding—which Y/n would have attended if she didn’t need the money (and if it wasn’t during her shift Harry was a frequent customer in).
She ran in with a long eggplant purple dress, which had a long slit along the leg. Her hair curled in perfect waves that fell loosely down her shoulders, her makeup illuminating and extenuating her flawless features.
“Y/n!” She squealed, scurrying her way to the bar while nearly tripping over her six-inch heels.
Y/n saw Harry’s eyes widen at the sight of her. Of course she visited her when Harry’s here, and of course, she visited when she looked as beautiful as ever. Y/n knew the second Savannah walked in that it was over, every possibility of her and Harry building up to a relationship has been knocked down to the ground.
Y/n closed her eyes momentarily, because she started to feel every part of her heartbreak, and it was the most painful feeling she’s ever felt. Harry’s only seen Savannah for a couple of seconds and he was already looking at her in a way he never has with Y/n.
She gritted her teeth harshly, because how did she think this wouldn’t happen? This was always how it ended, and even if Harry ever liked Y/n enough to start a relationship with her, she wouldn’t be able to hide him from Savannah forever.
“Guess what!” she yelled once she found her way to the bar, leaning against it so she was as close as possible to Y/n.
“What?” Y/n smiled weakly, unable to rid the aching in her chest.
“The photographer at the wedding asked me to be a model for his pictures! And not only that, but he just started working for Top Shop, said he could talk to some people for me to make this work! Can you believe it?! Savannah Turk, next top model! Gosh, I’m so excited!”
Y/n smiled widely. It was always Savannah’s dream to become a model, and she could definitely pull it off. In all honesty, she was shocked she wasn’t one already.
“That’s great, Savannah!” Y/n gasped, “I can’t believe this! I’m so happy for you!”
They both reached over to hug each other, Savannah jumping up and down as small squeals fall from her lips. Once they let go, Y/n is quick to fix up Savannah’s favorite drink as she claims the barstool next to Harry.
Harry’s heart began to race as she scooted closer to him. She was completely breathtaking. He had never seen someone like her before, every part of her intrigued him. She drew him in, and there was no way in hell there was any chance of going back.
“I’m Harry, by the way.”
Savannah let out a slight “push” as she waved her hand in the air.
“I know, Y/n doesn’t shut up about you.”
Y/n’s eyes widened, but quickly refrained against her shocked expression as she let out a nervous laugh. God, they couldn’t know about her feelings, because she hadn’t told anybody about how she felt about Harry and certainly wanted to avoid talking about it while he’s practically gawking over Savannah.
Harry looked up at Y/n with a playful smirk resting perfectly on his face.
“Well, who else is going to get me through my Friday night shifts?” Y/n laughed.
Harry lifted his drink up to her, eyebrows lifting as he smirked at her, “And who else is going to get me through my loneliness, eh?”
Savannah’s eyebrows lifted, a wide grin on her face as she looked over to Harry. And by God, he surely was a sight to see.
“Oh, so ‘Friday night shift boy’ is lonely? Don’t know why Y/n hasn’t taken advantage of that yet,” Savannah smirked, “I know I would have.”
Y/n nods again, mustering up a sympathetic smile to him. She doesn’t want any part of Savannah’s games to make him feel bad about himself. None of what he’s feeling is his fault, and every atom in her body aches for him to know that.
“I’m sorry, Harry” she whispers, “I know how much that can hurt, you don’t deserve it.”
He gives her a soft smile, but it falls just as quickly as it spreads. His gaze falls to the floor, eyebrows furrowing as he shakes his head softly.
“I just can’t keep doing this with her.”
His soft and Bambi eyes look up at her in sorrow, a frown stretched on his lips at the strain his heart has endured.
“I don’t know what more I can do, Y/n.”
And as selfish as it sounds, the first thought that comes to her mind after the hopeless words leave Harry’s mouth is you can love me back.
Because, God, if he loved her, she wouldn’t keep him waiting. She wouldn’t keep him under the impression that he’s not good enough. No, Harry’s fulfilled every part of her wildest dreams, and she would never let a day go by without making him feel the way he deserves—loved.
Despite her selfish thoughts that she desperately wishes she could say to him, she pushes them all aside. Harry needs her, he needs her to be the friend that will be there for him in the latest hours of the night. He needs her shoulder to lean on, and she can’t deny the chance to help him through this and make him feel better.
She doesn’t respond to him, only slinging her bag around her shoulder and pointing her head toward the exit doors.
“We can talk about this later, yeah? Lets just get you home first.”
The ride to his house was silent, mainly consisting of the soft tune on the radio and Y/n’s hushed voice singing along. With the alcohol still buzzing inside Harry’s head, he didn’t mind the silence they shared. It was comfortable because Harry wasn’t in the mood to discuss his anticlimactic relationship with Savannah. He just needed someone to listen to him, to be there for him, and Y/n was his favorite company.
When they arrive at his house, Y/n is basically carrying Harry to his door.
“Yeah, alright, you—that’s right, you’re good” she huffs, the weight of his body making it a struggle for her to walk.
He isn’t drunk enough for her to completely guide him, but he is stumbling a bit and does find himself tripping over his own two feet a couple of times.
Y/n giggles, shaking her head as she walks him through his front door.
“I knew I shouldn’t have made you that many drinks. Thank God you weren’t planning on driving, that would have been a mess.”
Harry doesn’t have much time to respond before she sits him down on his couch. She runs her thumb along his forehead softly, wiping away some of the sweat before smiling at him softly.
"Gonna make you some tea, now.”
Harry shakes his head, his hand reaching to grab her wrist.
“Love, you don’t have to,” Harry shakes his head, “you’ve been making everybody’s drinks all night.”
She shrugs, a small smile tugging on her lips.
“I don’t mind. You’re upset, I want to make sure you feel better, alright? I know that Savannah does this to you and I don’t—“ she pauses, closing her eyes softly, “and I don’t want you to keep thinking that this is your fault.”
His heart swells at her words, his large hands reaching out to grip her small ones.
“Would you mind just—just lying down with me for a bit? I don’t want the tea, just need your company right now.”
Y/n frowns slightly, and she isn’t sad because she doesn’t want to be with him. What makes her sad is the intimacy of holding him would give her no chance to escape her feelings. Whenever she feels the heartbreak sneaking back up on her, she always finds a way to distract herself from the pain. Whether it was rearranging her bedroom, organizing the books on her bookshelf, or focusing on her work, there was always a way to escape the pain.
But it’s when she feels him—whether it’s the touch of his hand, or a rub of the shoulder—when she feels his skin ignite her and when she feels the warmth of is body against her, there was no running away from the harsh reality she’s been living in. There is no escape from the thought that she’s in love with someone she can never have because all she feels when she feels him is broken.
And it’s in these moments she finds herself being most selfish. Because he needs her now, holding him, reassuring him that everything will be okay. He’s going through the same feeling she is, and all she can think about is her stupid self and her broken heart, even when he needs her most.
She lays down on his couch first, which Harry finds particularly inviting. He lays with his head face down against her neck, legs tangled in between hers with his arms wrapped around her back. He loves cuddling with her. She’s just so soft, and she feels cozy, especially after he drinks heaps of alcohol. He hasn’t cuddled with her for a while, either, and holding her against him now already makes his shitty night somewhat tolerable.
“Thank you for being with me, Y/n” he mumbles against her collar bone, the fabric of her t-shirt moving against his lips. “And I’m sorry I made you drive me back.”
She giggles softly, her fingers brushing through his messy bed of curls. She feels him relax into her the more she rakes his hair, and he doesn’t hesitate to keep her motions going.
“It’s okay, didn’t have any other plans. Besides, I kind of miss being alone with you sometimes.”
He hums in response, pressing his cheek further into her neck. His eyes shut, his body relaxing to the sound of her heartbeat, which he feels thumping perfectly against his chest.
“S’good to me” he mumbles, “don’t know what I’d do without you, you know.”
Y/n feels her heart skip at the words he spoke against her, her whole body getting an overwhelming sense of despondency.
“I think I’m gonna keep fighting for her” Harry interjects.
His voice is slurring now, his half-asleep daze making his words all jumbled. But he knows what he’s saying, and Y/n knows, too, and her heart plummets. Her throat suddenly begins to choke on cries she wasn’t aware had come so quickly. It’s just another reminder, just another confirmation that Savannah always gets what she wants, even if Y/n wants it more.
“Yeah, I’m not gonna give up on her yet. If I like her, I gotta fight for it, right? She’d be well worth it, too.”
Y/n tries desperately to blink away her tears, and she’s forever grateful that the light is off in his living room when she fails to do so.
“I—I think you should do what you want, Harry” her voice shakes as she speaks, “I’ll be here for you either way.”
Harry holds her tighter, humming in response again, because he’s already falling asleep and finds no energy in him to answer her.
She wishes with everything in her that she can scream, scream at him for being so fucking stupid and oblivious to her love. And the worst part is that she can’t even blame him. She had an entire four months where she could have confessed her feelings, where she could have told him how in love with him she was.
But would it have changed anything? Would they have just ended up in this shitty situation anyway?
And it isn’t until Harry’s passed out on top of her, his breath spreading along her chest and his fingers rubbing her back in his slumber that Y/n realizes she could spend forever laying here with him, all wrapped up against his body. She could fall asleep like this every night, after a long day of work and empty wine glasses on the coffee table. She could see everything, everything she’s ever envisioned, with him.
And it’s in this moment she realizes that she can’t keep doing this anymore, either.
Her cheeks dampen with her tears, hands shaking in his hair. Never would she think she’d have to let him go, but seeing his face rest so peacefully on her chest, she knows she has to.
“I love you, Harry.” She cries, her fingers gripping onto the roots of his hair.
“God, Harry, I love you so much.” she sobs.
If Harry wasn’t such a deep sleeper, she would have never dreamt of saying all of this. But he’s remaining asleep, lips parted as he snores, the alcohol in his veins making him almost immobile against her.
“You deserve to be happy, Harry” she whispers, “I shouldn’t hold you back.”
Her body is shaking, soft cries leaving her lips and endless tears streaming down her face. She doesn’t want to let go, she doesn’t want to stop loving him in the way she does now. Because even though it hurts, she doesn’t want to imagine a day without him.
But she has to. For him.
Her thumbs rub along his cheekbones, her eyes admiring his features one last time.
“And it’s because I love you—“ she pauses, swallowing thickly as her shaking lips press tentatively against his forehead, “that I have to let you go.”
Can i request for a bad boy serpent jughead jones and the sweet girl next door betty cooper fiction and maybe with a steamy make out session scene? Thank you!
So the story is slightly AU. Jughead never attended school in Riverdale, never was friends with Betty and Archie, as a matter of fact they didn’t even know each other. No murder ever happened, Betty was never pinning over Archie. I also made some other small changes that you’ll notice upon reading. Plus, I made Reggie a Serpent too, for no reason really, I just wanted him to be Jughead’s childhood best friend in this universe. :p Last but not least, Betty turned out to be extremely feisty while I was writing this; she is still a sweetheart in pastel colors but her character is a tad more Betty Cooper in episodes 12 &13. I hope that’s ok! Thank you for requesting, dear anon! Enjoy, lovelies! ❤️
(Okay, this is 34 pages long. I don’t even know why, I don’t even know what I have written in so many pages. I apologize in advance for that mammoth length. Warning: turns mildly smutty but definately hot and heavy at the end.)
P.S. Because this is too long, I have put it under a “read more” so if you are on mobile the story gets cut halfway through. Here’s an AO3 link if the tumblr app doesn’t work for you. :)
Fruit Punch Lips & Leather Jacket Dreams
Part 1/3: But Mama, I Want a Bad Boy
Southside Elementary School
was a rare example of fine architecture in the small town of Riverdale. Rebuilt
at the outskirts of town, after a disastrous fire caused by a minor during a
prank gone wrong a couple of years ago, and squeezed between Southside Kindergarten
and Southside High, it looked nothing like the two crumbling, cement colored
buildings on its sides that lacked any learning motivation. It was modern, pure
white with splashes of green and purple and it brought a fresh air of change, a
promise that maybe the next generation of Southside kids would not have the
ominous fate of their ancestors.
The Serpents had outdone
themselves with the construction of the of the building, hiring Fred Andrews
and his crew – one of the few people that wasn’t driven by discrimination and
always agreed in doing business at the south side of town – and wasting a large
amount of money from their infamous Serpent vault to create a place appropriate
for shaping young minds. Maybe that’s why sweet and always optimistic Betty
Cooper smiled every day at three o’clock sharp when her sneakers would hop up
the marble stairs of the buzzing with life building. Because it was proving her
right; Serpents would do anything for their children, just like any other
parent on a prestigious office job. Serpents weren’t the monsters everyone
thought they were.
Her excuse for walking all the
way from their quaint north paradise to the disreputable south district five
days per week was something that Betty always found fascinating; volunteering.
Nurturing and caring by nature, she was constantly filling her free time with
activities that offered assistance to those needed; taking care of stray cats
and dogs down at the animal center, gathering food supplies and clothing for
the homeless at their local church, being an annual blood donor, being proud
cofounder along with her best friend, Veronica Lodge, of the two years now
successful female empowerment club, Girls Speak Louder, at Riverdale High. And
when senior year came and she needed a bigger challenge, something to bring her
out of her good girl comfort zone, a tiny announcement had caught her eye,
stuck on the bulletin board at the center of her high school corridor; Volunteers needed at Southside Elementary School.
hiiii, here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of february. I recommend that you read these great fics in march, if you haven’t already. there are SO many good and unique AUs this round, so please check them out!!
(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)
Harry is the world’s most persistent seduction-baker, a questionable dog-sitter, and Louis’s biggest fan. Louis hasn’t written in years, is trying to pass loneliness off as cynicism, and absolutely hates his fans. It’s probably destiny.
With seven years of blissful marriage behind them and four wonderfully unique kids to brag about, Harry and Louis seem to finally have life all figured out and under control. How much more real could it get?
Very real it turns out, when Harry reluctantly leaves home for a 5 day business trip leaving Louis to manage their rambunctious, hyperactive household. Do they really have it all under control or are they just faking it?
Featuring all the usual suspects, inside jokes, embarrassing moments and of course, Harry and Louis’ wild antics + the addition of their four equally wild and outrageous kids.
“You… you still have the dress form I got you for your eighteenth birthday? You’ve kept it for ten years, Harry?” Louis’ eyes flick around Harry’s studio. It’s big and modern, with floor to ceiling windows that help flood the room in bright sunlight, just like the lobby. However, he can’t stop staring at the faded, but present, heart surrounding the “H + L” written delicately in Louis’ handwriting in the center of the mannequin.
Louis is a songwriter who is nominated for a Grammy and he needs a suit. Fast. He seeks out help from a very popular, very mysterious designer who just so happens to be his ex-boyfriend.
such a fanboy for kdramas and watched Goblin with Mingyu
reenacted one of the goblin scenes with Mingyu and got really embarrassed
when he gave BTS’s Taehyung a gigantic hug during MAMA 2017
His ‘biorhythm’ part
Whenever he says ‘S.coups’ in the Seventeen songs like in Crazy in Love
When he came out of nowhere in boomboom mv to sing that tiny part after Joshua and basically shook the whole fandom
When Seungcheol switched lunches with Wonwoo who’s allergic to seafood, and despite the lunch being spicy which he doesn’t like, he still ate it
when he reassured Hansol about going on SMTM4
wants four kids in the future, three boys and one girl
‘I’m in charge of 12 kids right now, you think I can’t handle four’
when he’s such a huge dork with filters #filterking
when Seungcheol does the thing where he falls into Jeonghan or Joshua’s arms after he does something highly embarrassing
WHEN SEUNGCHEOL WAS ONE OF THE MC’S FOR DREAM CONCERT AND EVERYONE SITTING DOWN TURNED THEIR HEADS AT HIM BECAUSE HE LOOKED SO GOOD
Excited Seungcheol reuniting with the rest of Seventeen at the Dream Concert
Seungcheol thought it would be funny for the members to choose one person to take the penalty and everyone chose him and his facial expression was just full of regret
those pictures of Seungcheol where he’s in japan, and he’s wearing a pink button up and jeans and it looks like he’s waiting for someone and it’s basically boyfriend looks because we all know he’s waiting for you
Seungcheol eats really cutely, it’s just really cute to see him with his cheeks stuffed with food
When Seungcheol said ‘baby’
When he spent 10 seconds trying to open a door only to realize the door next to it was the door to use
Seungcheol really can’t do amusement park rides
Did you see him on my friend’s hometown, he got dizzy after a carousel
His 17 project teaser
That part in the Mansae mv where the girl turns around and is faced with a smiling Seungcheol
When he was dancing along to Pristin’s WeeWoo
When he did the little hand dances with Ailee at Korean Cable TV
Predebut Seungcheol laughing and pointing at Chan after Chan loses the ball came, and even reenacts how Chan looked
said because he was the youngest at home, he did lots of aegyo to his parents
His basketball skills
he was street casted the day he was escaping playing soccer with his friend (lol same)
Prebut Seungcheol doing as the MC said and being cute but the MC calling it ‘dirty’ and Seungcheol laughing
Predebut Seungcheol forcing Wonwoo to accompany him in having to do whatever the MC tells them to do
Predebut Seungcheol torturing Seungkwan after Seungkwan accidentally kicked him in his privates
When he danced to Talk Dirty
When Seungcheol and Seokmin switched parts in Adore U and so Seungcheol was the one being lifted during the ‘you are my angel’ part
2013, in the month of October, Seungcheol announced he and Jihoon were getting married
When Seungcheol jumped into the ground because he thought the others would catch him
Seungcheol hurting the fandom by singing in Don’t Wanna Cry
He did the Oppaya song at a fanmeet and was really embarrassed at the end of it
the time he put two chips in his mouth to make it look like a duck mouth
When a little boy attended a fansign, Seungcheol couldn’t keep his eyes off of the boy and was just staring at him with heart eyes when he was with Seungkwan
He does this thing sometimes during concerts where when he’s dancing, he’ll puff out his cheeks and make it seem like his dancing is nonchalant when he’s doing body rolls or hip movements like BOY you know what you’re doing
Confirmed that he is, indeed the dad of Seventeen
When choosing between a bad girl or a good girl, Seungcheol chose bad girl because at least she’d be warmer to him than others
Everyone knows the gif of him falling after a stage firework went off in front of him
During concerts Seungcheol always bends down to the fans to be really close to their phone
When he wears turtleneck and basically looks all fluffy and soft
That time he got scared of a bug
When he wore the blue Taekwondo uniform during a fanmeet
Seungcheol going through the fansign line as if he was a fan and continuously saying he was a Woozi stan
Predebut Seungcheol who used his taekwondo skills and took Mingyu down
When Seungcheol took down BTS’s Jungkook
That one gif where Seungcheol’s hair is black and it’s parted, and he’s wearing a black button up with black pants with a black belt, and he’s dancing, and he’s basically rubbing his hand down his chest before he grabs his belt buckle
That time he put on a cop hat and had a fake gun and pointed it at the camera and basically shot all of the fan’s hearts
Seungcheol imitating one of Monsta X’s member’s parts while they all screamed ‘S.coups’ as he approached
For his birthday in 2015, posted a video of the boys basically bowing to him like he was the boss
For his birthday in 2017, posted a pic of the boys basically sitting beside him as his workers and him obviously the boss
Even though he doesn’t prefer chocolate, he still ate the chocolate cake that the boys got him
That time Seungcheol had Jihoon sit on his lap
Said he’d date himself if he was a girl
All of his covers with Jihoon. Good Morning, Guilty, You Look Good, Officially Missing You
His cover of Merry Go Round with Seungkwan
The multiple times Seungcheol played with the cameras on 17tv
When he introduced himself as ‘Cheol’
Credits himself with putting the members in a straight line when walking
Tried to say schedule but kept messing up and saying sketch
When Seungcheol was compared to a camel and then Seungcheol imitated the face of a camel
When Seungcheol put on red lipstick and gave a big kiss to Mingyu
That time he was doing aegyo and he was shooting finger guns while clicking his tongue and then he got annoyed because he wasn’t getting any reactions from the boys
He dabs, like 500 times. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he dabs every five minutes. He’s almost as bad as Mingyu
He forgets the choreography a lot when on stage. Messed up on Very Nice so bad that he had to reenact it
Confused dad that took too long to try and straighten the camera and try to find the right angle while his kids desperately try to instruct him while in the back
The Star Show 360 where they parodied a bunch of scenes from movies and Seungcheol was basically a really hot bad boy
During 17tv speed Q&A, when Seungkwan asked, ‘who are you going to watch the fireworks with’ and Seungcheol looks straight into the camera and says ‘You’
When Seungcheol did Burning Karaoke with Seungkwan and Seokmin, and by the end of it, he’s just screaming
When Seungcheol does little pep talks while they are all doing the thing where they create a circle and grab each other’s thumbs
The time Seungcheol played with a little boy in the sand
When he arm wrestled a crew member but he got intimidated by all the crew’s padding so he jokingly asked if they could take it all off
He cut all the bait for the boys so they could fish
His cute little finger hearts that he’s shooting everywhere and every chance he gets
When he wears fake glasses and basically looks boyfriend aesthetics
When he wears sleeveless shirts and has all the Carats falling to their knees
Whenever he licks his lips is basically when every Carat is a Seungcheol stan
Check In aesthetics
Honestly who doesn’t love Choi Seungcheol in suspenders
Those times when he jumps on another member’s back and just has them carry them even though the member is probably suffering
WHEN SEUNGCHEOL DRESSED AS A VAMPIRE AND RUINED EVERYONE
The Seungcheol focus of him performing their cover of Super Junior’s U
WHEN SEUNGCHEOL BIT HIS LIP IN THE COVER OF U
Honestly any Seungcheol focus is bound to catch you
He literally lets the boys tease him so much
He cried during the Shining Diamond concert in Japan when the members brought out a cake for his birthday
When hip hop team covered vocal team’s ‘Don’t Listen in Secret’ and Seungcheol snatched everyone by going all out with his voice
SMA 2017 was Seungcheol’s era
Seungcheol cutely cringing whenever someone does aegyo
Instead of talking about his own rap style, he spent his answer complimenting and admiring Wonwoo’s style
When he sang in the all 13 member version of 20 and once again snatched everyone
Predebut Seungcheol being a backup dancer for After School and was such a cutie
‘Carats are not in a one sided love, you’re not in a one sided love, we’ll repay you until you feel it’
Prompt: Y/N’s life with Lin, told through her ever-changing hair color.
Pairing: Lin x reader
A/N: I want to say thanks to my beta, Sarah (@how-could-i-do-this) <3! Go over and send her some love, she helped me out so much! I hope you guys enjoy!
Lin stands at the threshold of the bathroom door, silent.
You run a shaky hand through your hair, unsettled over the new length. Your once waist-length blonde hair was now cropped, reaching right below your chin. You turn to face him, ignoring his sunken and watery eyes, and smile.
“Well? Do you like it?”
He stares at you for a bit longer, scanning your face.
You playfully pout and bring your hands to your hips. “Lin.”
He snaps out of it and reaches for you, bringing you into his arms. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
You giggle and kiss his cheeks. “Good, I’m glad you like it. I finally have an excuse to experiment on some new looks.”
His arms tighten around you and he says nothing.
“H-here?” Lin whispers as you tug him into the costume closet at the Richard Rodger’s Theatre.
“Yup,” you reply, popping the ‘p’.
You push him against the door once you close it, enjoying the surprised look on his face. “Here’s to opening night,” you whisper, pressing your lips against his.
He chuckles, hands burrowing into your bright red hair, and returns the kiss. “To opening night,” he murmurs against your lips.
His eyebrows comically shoot up towards his forehead when you slide down to your knees.
You make sure you hold his gaze when you unbuckle his belt.
“Let’s make sure it’s a memorable one.”
You tie the red ribbon around your braided hair, pleased at how your lilac tresses complimented your skin. You wrap your green scarf around your neck, completing your cosplay for Bulma, your favorite character from Dragon Ball Z.
You twist and turn in front of your mirror, admiring how nicely the crop top shirt and yellow shorts hug your frame.
Lin whistles when he enters. “Looking good,” he sings.
He joins you in front of the mirror, dressed in a pink button-up shirt and khaki pants. You suppress your giggle when you inspect his hair, his short locks practically defying gravity.
He groans, pulling at his spiky hair. “I look ridiculous.”
Today there was a huge cosplay convention happening in New York City, and somehow you convinced Lin to accompany you and to dress up as Vegeta.
“Thank you for putting up with me,” you coo, kissing his cheek.
He rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance, but the obvious gleam of happiness betrays him.
“You’re my wife, I have no choice.”
After a short walk through the neighborhood, you got winded, so Lin suggested a rest at the park. The two of you sat on a bench, watching as children ran around and played.
You rest your head against Lin’s shoulder, your wavy dark green hair spilling over your thighs. “So this is it,” you say.
“We’ve lived here for so long…” he trails off, sighing.
You loop your arm through his and intertwine your fingers, wanting to soothe his worries of moving to London for Mary Poppins. “I think it’ll be a nice change,” you say, “plus I’ll be right there with you.”
“You’re right. As long as we’re together,” Lin gulps, voice wavering, “I think I can handle anything.”
Unshed tears flood your vision. “I’ll always be by your side no matter what, Lin.”
Lin adjusts the blanket over the both of you. “Cold?” he asks, voice hoarse.
You snuggle against him and breathe in his scent, your eyes half-closed. “A little.”
You smile as he lightheartedly rubs your head, playing with the short black strands. “I think this is your best look yet.”
You look up at him, chuckling. “You have more hair than I do. I think this look is a disaster. I miss my wigs.”
He laughs, but the sound is empty and hollow.
After a moment of silence, he speaks.
“You think you’ll be able to stay up a little longer?”
“I’ll try my best,” you sigh, fighting against the pull of sleep.
“I’ll be here in the morning,” he whispers, voice weak.
BREAKING NEWS: EGOT STAR, LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA BREAKS HIS SILENCE
After months of battling ovarian cancer, Lin-Manuel Miranda’s wife of three years has passed. Today, after weeks of being absent from social media, he finally breaks his silence. The recent EGOT posted a heart-wrenching picture of his last moments with Y/N. Y/N, dressed in a hospital gown, looked beautiful wrapped in Miranda’s arms. He writes: “My beautiful wife, may you finally rest in peace. I know you’ll be watching me and cheering me on, like you always have. I’ll make you proud. Wait for me.”
(Warning: MUCH SIN AHEAD! This is a pure smutty fic, way explicit and utterly graphic. It follows Betty and Jughead down the road of testing the waters with each other until the inevitable happens ;) You asked, so I deliver :P I also tried to incorporate it into the plot of Rivedale in order for the story to have a much more realistic sense in a way! Anyway, thank you so much darlings for your compliments and your amazing feedback!! I hope you all enjoy!)
La Petite Mort - 1. Innocence Lost
I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor
Love is all, all my soul
You’re my playground love
A light breeze caresses the leaves of the oak tree
next to Betty’s opened window and twirls inside her dimly lit room to the beat
of some mellow tunes that echo lightly from her golden rose laptop. The ruffle
curtains sway under the feathery force of the physical change that disrupted
the otherwise calm evening, the shadow of the sheer material dancing over the
profile of the two teens that are tangled up with each other on the
princess-like double bed at the center of the room. They are in their own world of first time
loving and blissful adolescent ignorance, enjoying the momentary peace and
quiet of their hectic small town, drama-filled lifestyle, getting lost in the
feeling of drowning deeper and deeper in a sea of amour and lust.
Wet sounds of tongues lazily exploring the new-found
territory of each other’s lips and steady beating of two Eros wounded hearts
are suppressed by the singer’s voice that urges them to carry on in the
background and Jughead is ashamed to admit that his mind fails to register what
movie that song musically decorated, even though he swears it’s in the tip of
his tongue. But then again the tip of his tongue is now being sucked by Betty
Cooper’s voluptuous lips and he can hardly pinpoint anything anymore, not even
his own name.
Marinette woke slowly, the soft rumble reeling her out of a pleasant dream and the unmistakable vibration of her pillow steadily grounding her in reality. But even when she blinked open her eyes it still took a moment to place the sound. At first she thought it was her phone.
But then she remembered what had been happening before she fell asleep.
Root beer floats on the balcony. Video games until well past two in the morning. Giggling at a comic book on her bed untilㅡ
no, that was definitely the last thing she remembered. As if in response to this, she became aware of a glossy page plastered to her cheek. Sitting up, she peeled the comic book off and tossed it aside, afraid to look behind her at the other side of her bed. Because if he’d simply left, then what was that suspiciously purr-like sound? Man, they’d fallen asleep on accident again, hadn’t they?
In the darkness Marinette peeked over her shoulder at him, then immediately sqeaked in terror when she saw his bare arm and wrenched her pillow up to press it over her eyes.
He isn’t transformed. Oh my god, he detransformed in his sleep!
A/N: this was a request from an anon and I finally got it done! It’s meant to go with this amazing piece of art. :-) this piece is dedicated to the amazing @tiostyles because Brianne kept it from getting lost in the void LMAO. her support inspired me to finish it so thanks Brianne ilyvm :-) sorry for any mistakes or typos! Drop by my inbox with opinions bc I’m kinda?? Iffy on it?? Anywho, enjoy!
Harry likes to think he has stamina. He’s proven it countless of times before and he’s sure he will continue to prove it until the end of his days.
A great example would be that one time on the tour bus when he had popped a stiffy around 9 PM and couldn’t do anything about it, since no one was planning on going to bed yet, so he couldn’t sneak away to handle it. He’d had to wait until well after 1 AM, when the snoring elephants known as his band mates were conked out cold, to sneak into the bathroom with his Astroglide and rub out a quick one to a picture of Y/N wearing nothing but a pink, sheer silk button-up with the word “Styles” embroidered on the chest pocket.
Or the time when he and Y/N had attended a family get-together that his mother had thrown at his old house in the new pool she’d had built. Y/N had gotten the brilliant idea to grope him during a game of water volleyball and he’d had to play actively, all whilst doing his best to make sure no one saw the raging boner tenting his Gucci lion-printed swim trunks. After the underwater fun was over and the barbecue was done, his mom had condemned him to stay and help clean up. Washing dishes with his dick leaking wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time.
After that long night, Harry had given his mom a quick kiss goodbye and ignored her comments about how it was odd for his jacket to be tied backwards around his waist. He’d dragged a grinning Y/N to his car, setting route to their apartment but somehow ending up in an abandoned mall square, fucking in the backseat of his Rover.
And don’t even get him started on the time he lost three rounds of Go Fish to Y/N and, as retribution, had to wear a vibrating cock ring to Lux’s birthday party. Trying to explain to a four year old why his lap was vibrating, all while maintaining a cool composure, should’ve been made into an Olympic sport because the sheer amount of concentration and determination needed was truly out of this fucking world. Not only that, but fucking in a bathroom the size of a coat closet wasn’t necessarily prime, either. Lou had been having her upstairs bathroom remodeled and the one in the living room was too obvious, so they’d had to sneak down to the one in the basement. It was tiny, cramped, and smelled way too much like lemon-scented Lysol. His left leg had fallen asleep, but as if that wasn’t bad enough, Y/N had decided to up and leave halfway through and left him horribly blue-balled. Giving a toast to his goddaughter’s coming-of-age wasn’t really fluent when casually trying to cover up the bulge in his jeans with a Hello Kitty placemat.
Me at the same time: starts like 5 new things and gets halfway through, then a pack gets released and I drop them all and work on new stuff
Anyways this bun was HUGE when I started, and I shrunk it down as much as I could so it could kept a gaping hole covered. I might shrink it more, who knows. This won’t be hat compatible sadly, I had to use the hat texture space for some of the long texture stands since the bun from Bowling Stuff literally stops every inch and I couldn’t fit some of the UVs on it. I am thinking of making a version 1 and 2. With version 2 having a ponytail instead. Thoughts?
If you wanna see it without the GIF and in slightly better quality, click below
Warnings: fluff, language, some sexual themes, smooches
Request: could you do one w tom and y/n and your choreographing a dance together -anonymous
Note: i hope you enjoy! this turned out much longer than originally anticipated, but i’m quite proud.
Summary: y/n is the host of a youtube channel where she choreographs dances to hit songs. Once people started noticing her choreo, her channel started to star celebrities that danced and made music videos with her. The next celeb on her channel is to be Tom Holland, and the two will be working close together to choreograph a dance; obviously, Tom won’t let it be anything less than epic.