the single most scandalous thing you will ever see me wear

Painting meatballs

For @copperbadge: Sounds like you could use some cheering up this week. :) 

Most days, being a superhero did not pay off. He’d been chased through probably twenty miles of tunnel, managed to drop his last nine arrows down an open manhole (who just leaves manholes open?), and it was only by the grace of his fingertips that he hadn’t gone down after them. He’d forgotten to go grocery shopping, he had a headache from somewhere south of hell, and he was almost hungry enough to share a bowl of Kibbles ‘N’ Bits with Lucky and call it a night.

“Happy freaking birthday to me,” he grumbled as he trudged up the stairs to his apartment. By the time he realized that his keys had apparently gone the way of the arrows, he didn’t even have enough frustration left in him to swear. He dropped his head forward, hitting the door about ten million times harder than he’d meant to, and jerked away with both hands over his forehead.

He definitely didn’t think anyone could blame him for being a tiny bit slow to react when his apartment door opened by itself, but he did manage to have a knife up by the time the interloper leaned around the doorway.

Natasha quirked an eyebrow at him. “Is that a sharpened butter knife?”

Clint glowered at her and slid the blade back into his boot – one of only three, but his count, that hadn’t ended up buried in some guy’s thigh, or washed away in Shit River. “I had to improvise,” he defended. “Why are you in my apartment?”

The other eyebrow quirked up to join the first. “Why are you not in your apartment? Also, you smell like sewage.”

“Long story.”

She tipped her head to the left to examine him, and maybe he was projecting or something else that the group home counselor would have said was unhealthy, but he was positive she could see right through the smarting mark on his head and read his mind. Without a word, she stepped back to hold the door open and gestured inside with one hand.

“I’ll get you a beer.”

“Don’t have any,” Clint muttered. He had about half a bottle of Nat’s shitty vodka somewhere, though he’d used the whiskey for antiseptic the week before.

“Good thing Jan knows how to throw a party,” she said. Her smile softened slightly and she gestured in again. “Though Tony thought jumping out and yelling ‘surprise’ was a smart idea for all of twenty-two seconds.”

Clint shuddered just imagining the heart attack he would have had if he’d opened the door and yelling had been the result. He was suddenly grateful that he’d lost his keys – he’d forgotten all about Stark’s threatened birthday party, and he was more than a little surprised that everyone else had apparently remembered. Now that he was paying attention like an ex-assassin and current masked superhero with poor apartment security and lots of enemies should be, he could hear the faint chatter of about half a dozen people and the subtle clinking of forks on plates.

He glanced at the door and then over to the elevator. “Maybe I should just go get some chips or something.”

Natasha shrugged. “If you want. But your meatballs will probably be cold by the time you get back.”

Clint’s stomach emitted a loud snarl, and his mouth instantly flooded with saliva. Nat might have been kinder than most people gave her credit for, but she still laughed at him as he stood rooted to the spot, doing a good impression of a meatball-zombie. 

“Please tell me they’re not those bullshit fancy meatless-meatballs or whatever Pepper had A Thing about,” he begged.

“Nope, they’re the cheap frozen meatballs you get out of a bag and dump in the oven.”

He could have kissed her. He definitely did moan, “My favorite.”

His apartment had been cleaned, and it smelled like Pinesol and sweet sweet processed meatballs fresh from the oven. Every lamp he owned had been moved into the living room, which had apparently not been enough, because there was an Iron Man suit standing in the corner and glowing like a six-and-a-half-foot art deco lamp.

“Surprise?” Tony offered, from the kitchen, and Holy Patron Saint of I’m never letting you live this down, was wearing a bright yellow apron liberally splashed with hearts and smiling sunflowers, a matching pair of oven mitts, and a lime green party hat.

“Why are you like this?” Clint blurted out with a laugh.

“Laugh all you want,” Tony said, setting down a tray of freshly cooked previously frozen guaranteed delicious meatballs so he could point at Clint with one bemittened hand. His eyes transferred over Clint’s shoulder and he nodded faintly. “But I’m leaving this here when I go. You can thank Jan.”

“Happy birthday!” Jan said as soon as Clint turned to face her, looking like she was ready to burst. “I really want to hug you, but you have been out doing things that got you a little too close to a sewer. Air hug!” She announced and crossed her arms over her own chest, squeezing hard and twisting side-to-side.

It looked like a really nice hug, and Clint was even sorrier about the damned sewer. He looked between his bathroom door and the piles of warm meatballs, and made a noise that he normally would have blamed on Lucky, but Lucky was on his back in the middle of the living room, shamelessly soaking up the belly rubs from Thor and getting his muzzle petted by Steve.

Natasha pushed past him to the kitchen, piled a dozen meatballs on a purple plate with the Hawkeye symbol stamped in the middle, and nudged him away with one finger. “They should be cooled down by the time you wash your hands. Go!”

Clint eagerly took the plate, leaned over, and lipped one of the meatballs right off the top. He tried to smirk at her, but was too busy sucking air in around the molten mouthful as she pushed him toward his bedroom.


Despite orders to the contrary, Clint had devoured the plate of meatballs before his shower, and he felt less likely to gnaw someone’s arm off by the time he made it back to the living room. A long folding table had been wedged between the couch and the bar, and it looked like Jan had dumped the entire Hawkeye section of Party City on top of it. It was cheesy, and stupid, and perfect. He stood in the doorway for a second to just look it over – they were all pretending that he wasn’t staring at them, and that was what good friends were for when you just got off of a Hell Week leading into Nightmare Night. Lucky was up on his back legs so he could have his front paw on Tony’s lap and was doing his damndest to get at the mountain of meatballs in the center of the table.

“I’m not feeding you,” Tony told the dog seriously, but his hand was wrapped around Lucky’s ribs to rub at his belly. “Seriously, have I ever fed a single thing in your entire life? Why don’t you go to climb in Steve’s lap? He’s a dog person, and I know for sure that he’s fed you at least once tonight.”

“That was just a treat, Tony,” Steve protested.

“He said the word treat,” Tony told Lucky, which just got him a messy kiss across the cheek and Tony leaning comically sideways in the chair to in a vain attempt to avoid it.

“Just push him away,” Clint suggested, stepping into the living room and climbing over the couch to get the open chair.

Tony gave him a frankly scandalized look, but turned back to Lucky to say, “You’re not getting anywhere with this. I am immune to canine flattery.”

“Not all canine flattery,” Natasha muttered, and for some unfathomable reason, Steve blushed and kicked her under the table. Natasha neatly dodged, and held an open beer out for Clint, so cold that it had mist curling out of the neck and droplets running down the sides.

“I love you,” Clint told her very seriously.

“I know,” she answered.

He swallowed about half of it before pressing the cold bottle gently to his forehead and rolling it back and forth. This was the life – why did he not have a million roommates again? He set the bottle aside and looked down to realize that what he’d mistaken for plates were actually large plastic painter’s pallets with little cups of “paint” set around the edges. There was a bright purple cup of paintbrushes sitting opposite his beer, and a stack of napkins with the Avengers Assemble cartoon Hawkeye at his elbow.

Jan leaned forward to explain, but Clint just shoved his finger in the yellow paint and licked it off – spicy mustard, the kind he got at Chinese restaurants and poured over everything.

“Or you could just do that,” Jan finished, laughing. “It was Steve’s idea.”

“This,” Clint said, snagging a meatball off the pile and a paintbrush, “Is the best birthday idea ever.”

Jan nudged Tony, who was still not-really fending off Lucky’s affectionate begging. “And you wanted to bring wine,” she scoffed.

Clint had three painted meatballs stuffed in his mouth when Jan climbed out of her chair and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She leaned over to press their cheeks together and squeezed hard, rocking him gently side-to-side.

“Happy birthday.”

“’appy meathba’ ‘ay,” Clint corrected, but he reached up to squeeze her wrist and leaned back against her.

Maybe he was just imagining it or something, but it seemed like his headache was gone.

Mystic Yandere Shit [RFA]

Can you see that little hint in the name of the thing? It’s intented.

It may contain a bit of NSFW (not much though since I didn’t focus on… that aspect) and a bit more of angst, so be warned.

˙·٠•●♥ Zen ♥●•٠·˙

  • He always used to be a bit unfair about other people. You’ve seen him countless times talking to some women, most likely fangirls or actresses. He’d find your jealousy at those times incredibly cute and respect it, as you’re the only one he truly loves. Though, when it came to you talking with other men… He won’t take it easy, most likely threatening the guy to leave you alone in an over-protective manner you could eventually get used to. That’s what he wants after all - to protect you from all those beasts.
  • He doesn’t want you to leave his side. He will take you for rehaersals, sometimes seeming to not pay you too much attention as he’s, obviously, busy with his work. But he will keep his eye on you. Every time he hears you speak, he will focus on listening what you’re saying, even if he’s obviously not the one you’re talking to. Every person you’re talking to will be remembered by him and, you can be sure, he won’t be pleased if you actually talk to them more than absolutely necessary. He will always remind you to look at him and him only, no matter what he’s doing.
  • He’s extremely possessive, both in public and in private. Absolutely not ashamed of distinctly kissing you on a street or wrapping arms around you and glaring at everyone like a starving wolf “protecting” his prey. That’s what he’s became after all - an testy beast, whose only purpose is to claim you as his. If he feels like this, he will bite you, mark you in any way possible. It doesn’t matter if you’re in public, he will drag you to a blind alley to take you against a wall.
  • A yandere Zen is a violent sadist. He doesn’t mind you being hurt or scarred because of him, he’d obviously rather avoid scandals, but there will always be some excuses as to why your wrist is twisted or why there’s a bruise on your neck. His sadistic attempts are mostly sexual though, even during an argument he wouldn’t use force unless necessary. He will never hit you and your face may be only a bit bruised around your lips. He has a huge thing for bites, but not only gentle, romantical ones - he loves the vampire-like bites on your neck that make you vulnerable and too in-pain to even move. Every thing he does is to make you submit.
  • If you ever try or even sign that you want to leave, at first he will kind of laugh it off. But when he sees you’re stubborn, he will get quiet and cold, looking kind of depressed, he will sometimes snap at you to leave if you hate him so much. It’s not easy to leave him when he’s like this since he just looks too vulnerable… but if you actually try to, in an instant you’ll be either pinned down or tied to your bed, as the beast is awoken and ready to show you who you belong to.
  • The relationship with Zen evolves into him being somewhat kind and patient and you becoming indifferent towards what he does. The moment when you realize there’s no way out, he will soothe and comfort you, because he’ll notice that you finally gave up. He will just calmly convience you to submit to him. From now on, he will be gentle towards you and much more confident (and maybe even trustful?) toward you and your actions. This is the moment when you’re broken though and your will to fight has already vanished.

˙·٠•●♥ Yoosung ♥●•٠·˙

  • It all started innocently. He used to always ask you where you’re going, call you to make sure you’re all sound and safe. The questions and calls happened more and more often and at some point you could notice that you can’t move a single finger without his knowledge.
  • You know what “guilt tripping” means? Yoosung is the best at it. Are you trying to go somewhere on your own? “Don’t you want to spend time with me, MC?” Are you talking with some other guys? “You don’t love me anymore, MC?” He won’t tell you straight away to stay. But the saddness in his voice will make you stay anyway: you’ll always feel as if you’ve hurt him and you’re the only one to be blamed.
  • He’s highly manipulative in a relationship. He’s not the one to hurt you straight away, seeming rather submissive so that no one can actually tell anything against him. It’s more about emotional sabotage, he’ll wrap yourself around his finger and that’s the case - you won’t even know how quickly you’ve gotten into the spider’s web.
  • As every yandere, Yoosung is - obviously - jealous. He’s not the one to take you roughly on a street. In public places, he’ll always insist on you holding his hand, giving a clear hint that you’re already taken and no one should even try to talk to you. If that happens, he’ll at first look a bit insecure, but if he feels that it’s slipping out of his hands, he’ll start to complain about going home or things like this. He may just tell the guy in face that he should mind his own business and leave you alone. He won’t snap in public, but he’ll become very unpleasant.
  • As I said, he’s sub-like. When at home, he’ll fulfill all your wishes, making sure you’re always comfy and have not much to do, probably doing most of the chores. This way, he’ll feel free to say that he’s the best person you could be with. There’s no one that could be a better boyfriend, a better friend. He’s the only one you need, no excuses here.
  • If you’re trying to argue with him, he may get pretty angry. He’ll start with trying to guilt trip you and - if it somehow doesn’t work - he will eventually snap. He won’t be rough with you, but if he gets too mad, he will hit you - once and hard, so that you fall to the floor. He will obviously patch you up if needed, but only when he makes sure you’ve learned your lesson.

˙·٠•●♥ Jumin ♥●•٠·˙

  • He doesn’t have to be jealous. It’s more than obvious that you have no possibility to meet any other men anyway. A relationship with yandere!Jumin is quite obvious: he won’t let you out of his mansion. It’s actually like in his route: he will invite you to his place… and never let out. He’s going to keep conviencing you that you shouldn’t leave “right now”, but the “right now” thing will be carried on by weeks, until you realize that you’re not going to be let out anytime.
  • Jumin will most likely forget about Elizabeth 3rd. You’ll become his treasure no. 1. You can see a lot of respect and admiration in his words and composure, he will praise you and say how much he loves you. He will always want to be stay by your side like a guard angel.
  • It’s most likely that he will separate himself from the outside world. Depending on the degree of “addiction”, he may or he may not work at home. If Jaehee keeps pushing him, he can occassionally appear in the company, but most of his duties will fall onto her.
  • There’s that intriguing thing about Jumin that he tends to create his own reality. And so, it won’t be only “pretending” that you’re a cat: he’s ready to actually believe it. He will treat you like one and I don’t mean only having you wear a collar (with GPS, of course, it’s less likely to be taken off than anything else since he’s the one to keep the key). He will give you food in a silver bowl, making you crawl on the floor to get to it and eat without using your hands. He’s a perfect trainer, at some point making you actually believe that you’re a cat. It’s a strong psychological game of making you fall into his world and play along with his rules.
  • Jumin will probably treat you as if you’re unable to make choices on your own. As mentioned, any attempts to leave would result in him explaining that you can’t leave yet. The same would happen if you tried to reject his training. It’s incredibly difficult to make him lose control, but if he realizes that you’re not going to obey him, he will become awfully cold and lock you in a room/cage/dungeon (I bet he has one), not letting you out nor visiting for hours or even days, making you starve there until he’s ready to forgive you. And you better apologize properly.
  • He’s not a rough type. Even as a yandere, he can be subtle and gentle towards you. He will build the bond by giving you pleasure and either will he overhelm your senses with it or restrain you from it, expecting you to beg for it. His torture is a refined one. And to have a complete control over you is his major purpose.

˙·٠•●♥ Jaehee ♥●•٠·˙

  • She may not look like the one to be overly jaelous, but you can always see her glare at the boys that sometimes stare at you. At first she was only insecure about them, but at some point she started to feel kind of angry. She wasn’t a yandere to begin with - the nature will she develop in the relationship, and so she will slowly push the thing further, until she will actually kiss you roughly on a street to prove who you belong to.
  • Jaehee is aware of how attractive you are and that you can be found pretty by others. She’s almost scared that you’d leave her for a man (no matter if you’re actually gay or not) and she’ll always need to be ensured that you won’t. It’s a bit similar to Yoosung’s way, but not exactly. The emotional attachment will be a result of your good will and attempts to make her feel better. So she’ll wrap yourself around her finger, however it’ll be a result of your concern, that she will always use to bring you back to her.
  • The relationship won’t look unhealthy at first. She may build a strong bond between you two, but for a long time it will be really friendly and nice one. The things will change at some point, as she will start to actually control you. Unlike Yoosung, who started with controlling to make you attached, she will make you attached and then start controlling. 
  • She’s a busy person and so, she won’t spend as much time with you as she’d want. She’ll always want you to wait for her till she comes back from work, controlling your schedule to make sure you always do what’s planned. You won’t be even aware as to how much attention she gives to your plans. You’ll notice though, that every time you do something else than you should, she’ll instantly find you and patiently explain that you cannot ignore the schedule like this. She won’t let you explain yourself nor argue about this - she’ll treat you like a child who isn’t aware of what they should do and so they need to be taught.
  • Jaehee is surpsisingly dominant when it comes to your relationship. In a healthy one, she may be sub as well, but we’re talking about yandere thing and that’s the case: she will treat you as if you’re not mature enough to make choices on your own. And so, she’ll always make sure she’s the only one you can submit to, no way around.
  • She’s surprisingly patient, like a parent. She will calmly explain, if you’re doing something wrong. And if you at some point get angry, she will coldly keep stating what she thinks. She won’t use force on you though and so escaping her physically may be very easy… at least it would be, if she didn’t manage to convience you that you’re not ready to live on your own and she’s the only one that can take care of you so well.

˙·٠•●♥ Seven ♥●•٠·˙

  • You couldn’t even see it coming. Saeyoung, at first, is a stalker type of boyfriend. So as soon as you two start dating, he will observe your every single move. He will hack into all your devices and CCTVs in your neighbourhood, set cameras in all your rooms (bathroom too lol) and watch you 24/7.
  • He’s very good at hiding his actions. For a long time you won’t even notice how closely you’re observed. If you happen to not appear on his feed, he will call you straight away and cheerfully ask what are you up to. If he notices you may be in danger, he will come straight away, like a knight in a shining armour. He will be your guardian angel. And you won’t even realize when it turned into an abuse.
  • Saeyoung will become paranoid. At some point, camera feed won’t be enough and he will insist on having you around as often as possible, to the moment when he’ll make you stay at his place 24/7. He - being the Saeyoung we know - will seem to not pay you much attention when you two are together. He will see everything though. He will keep pushing you away, not caring much about what you do and not wanting to participate in it anyway. But he won’t let you out, you’re gonna be stuck with him and under his eye, even though he’s going to leave you even bore yourself to death.
  • Everything is for your safety. It’s obvious you can’t leave no matter what. If you try, he will either yell at you or just close the door so that you can’t leave even if you try to. He can lock you in his room or handcuff you to something so that he’s sure you won’t escape from him. He wants to be in charge and so, he will expect you to do whatever he tells you to, even if he won’t order you around too often. But if he tells you to eat, he expects you to eat. If he wants you to go to sleep, you have no choice but to comply. Because if you keep being stubborn, he may eventually snap. If he’s mad, he will yell at you, saying a lot of awful things. And if it goes too far, he’s also ready to hurt you physically: either hit you, push you roughly onto a wall, slap you… Apologizing him right away is the only way to make him calm down, because his wrath never lasts too long.
  • As the time passes, he’s going to be more paranoid and nervous. He will take over your life with force, expecting you to fulfill every single of his weird expectations. It may be to the point of him not letting you eat what you want and giving you what he wants you to eat. He’s the type of a person to destroy himself from inside, at some point his mental health eventually gives up. He’ll become unstable and distracted, snapping every time something goes not as planned.
  • His psyche at some point won’t be able to afford it, it’s just too much for him. He doesn’t understand what’s wrong with him, but he will carry on lying that he’s doing the best he can and that you’re happy. There are two possibilities as to how it may end: either he will become completely apathetic, devoid of feelings and eventually so depressed that all his actions will be only “mechanical”, he will actually stop caring about everything around. The other option is that he will become unstable to the point of deciding to take your lives as it’s too dangerous for you to carry on living. So he will kill you and then - himself.

It went a bit more angsty than planned. 

Cherry Blossoms (I) - a chanyeol story

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

Plot: You loved Chanyeol with everything you had; but after many broken promises, it may be time to let him go

Genre: Total and complete angst

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader


I woke up with a start. I felt sweat beaded on my brow; I wiped it with the back of my hand and slowly opened my eyes. I could see the beginnings of a sunrise creeping in through my blinds, a few birds chirping to start their early day. ‘What time is it?’ I couldn’t find my phone. I  lazily pawed at the other side of my bed, startled when my hand hit something warm. 

He’s here. Chanyeol is here.

When did he arrive? He surely wasn’t here when I went to sleep at 2am. He had promised me he’d be home by 11. He said he would make me popcorn, and we could finally watch that cheesy drama I’ve been begging him to watch with me. He said we could finally have time together, alone. 

But as usual, Chanyeol broke every single one of his promises. 

He was pretty good at that.

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Malec Fic Recs

Here are just a few of my favorite fics that I’ve saved links to and I thought I’d share some of them with you guys. These range all the way from major fluff to extreme angst so your bound to find at least one that suits you needs. I always love talking fanfic with people so if you find enjoyment from any of these recs I’d love to talk about them with you! I’m constantly shoving these down my poor friends throat because I’m desperate to talk about it so yea, message me if you want and feel free to leave your own recommendations below, I’m always in search of some juicy malec <3

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Hi, could you rec me your favourites fics please ?

anonymous: hey. sorry for bothering. im a new larrie and id really like to read some good larry fanfic but its been really hard for me to find it. id be really thankful if you could recommended me some. thanks❤️

Putting these two together into a list of fics that I’ve tagged with “fave” or “reread” (usually both), in no particular order because I could never pick a favorite. Enjoy :)

(Most of these will be pretty angsty, btw, as those are usually my faves, so make sure to check the tags for triggers)

My Favorite Fics

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Because femslash is very important to me and I know how hard it can be to find good fics sometimes. So here you are, a list of awesome fics for some of my favourite Teen Wolf femslash ships.

Allison x Lydia

  • Fall Back Together | 1.2k | T | #future fic #college #love and support | “Lydia is waiting for her in the empty hallway outside of the lecture hall, leaning against a wall. She has one glove off and is examining her nails as she waits. When she sees Allison, she straightens and looks at her expectantly.”
  • Floo Me, Maybe | 2.5k | T | #harry potter au #quidditch player allison | “Allison dug her nails into her thighs under cover of the table’s lurid pink cloth. She could feel the fake, public smile on her face drawing down into a grimace with every question out of Skeeter’s mouth. She was about to blow her lid, and the last thing the Holyhead Harpies needed was another scandal.”
  • I’m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance With You | 2.7k | G | #pining #confessions #emotional cheerleaders stiles & derek | Allison sinks her face into the comforter and moans. “Why are you insisting I be the one to do this?”
  • I Think We Should Go on a Date First | 2.8k | E | #canon divergent #future fic #domestic fluff | It is always simple and easy, the question flows right off Lydia’s tongue, “Marry me?” And Allison’s response is always just as quick and easy, “I think we should go on a date first.”
  • One More Dance to Help Me Sleep | 2.4k | M | #future fic #canon divergent #bamf hunter allison | “Allison wakes up to a familiar figure seated in the chair beside her hospital bed. She thinks she might be dreaming because it’s been four long years. And if she is being honest with herself, it wouldn’t be the first time Lydia Martin has preoccupied her dreams.”
  • “Singles Will Be Paired” | 1.3k | G | #rollercoasters #supernatural known | “Don’t worry Lydia! The sign says ‘Singles will be paired’. You won’t have to sit by yourself and panic on your own!”
  • The Joys of Academia | 3.6k | E | #human au #college professors au #pwp | “Allison has been grading papers for the past five hours. She thinks it’s about time for a break.”
  • Winning the Breakup | 1.3k | T | #college au #fake dating | “You want me to be your fake girlfriend while you win the breakup with your asshole high school boyfriend?”
  • Your Mecha Love | 2k | E | #fake dating #first meetings #human au #pwp | “She’s kind of fascinated by the freckles on Lydia’s shoulder, and she shouldn’t be.”

Cora x Lydia

  • A Night of Fire and Noise | 4.3k | E | #post-apocalypse #future fic #werewolves known | “In December of 2012, the world ended just as predicted.”
  • Baby You’re Not Like the Rest | 4.5k | T | #canon divergent #friendship #jackson returns | Lydia showed up on Cora’s front porch on the first day of school in a burgundy skirt and a sweater the color of fresh cream, her high heels digging into the peeling paint as she waited in front of the screen door.  “Well?  Are you going to let me in?”
  • Friday Night | 900w | E | #future fic #pwp | “The mattress dips suddenly under new weight, and she turns her head towards it, smiling, eyes still closed." note: could also be laura/lydia
  • Handle Me | 4.4k | T | #3a #sparring #relationship beginnings | “I think I can handle a werewolf.” The words are said without thought. Maybe that’s why it sparks something inside Cora. It’s said so casually, almost sweetly, with that cherry lipped twisted smile.
  • Hot Cakes | 7k | E | #bakery au #flirting #"utter homosexual disaster” cora hale | “Cora was just starting to enjoy herself when the most perfect specimen of female beauty rolled right up to her till and stole every coherent thought that had ever existed in Cora’s head.”
  • I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums | 5.8k | E | #hogwarts au #non-linear | “An amused look settles onto Cora’s features as she studies the girl in front of her. She’s only slightly shorter than Cora and is wearing the green and silver typical of a serpent – if Cora had to guess, she’d say the girl was a year or two younger than she was.”
  • If you don’t know the way to hold me, let me show you | 3.1k | T | #3a canon divergent #bickering | “You should go out,” Derek says as he settles onto the bed next to her – as though he’s one to talk. He hasn’t left the apartment in days, either. “See some people.” “Right,” Cora says dully, closing her eyes again. “Because I have so many friends here.”
  • Incentives | 1.5k | E | #pwp #established relationship | “Are you seriously working on your Bio homework while I’m eating you out?” a flat voice asks. Lydia spares the source a glance, pursing her lips disapprovingly.
  • I’ve Got a Mad Little Crush On You | 2.7k | T | #human au #coffee shop au #barista cora #background stisaac | A few minutes later, when the coffee’s finally made, she hands it to Lydia and says, ‘Thank you for choosing Cup of Hale, feel free to try one of the chain brands across town next time.’
  • Keep My Heartbeat Spinning | 3.8k | E | #monster of the week #canon divergent #feelings | “Look, sweetheart,” Lydia says. “Anything Stiles Stilinski can do, I can do better and in heels. So if you’re done with your little temper tantrum, I’ve got ghosts to catch.”
  • Kiss My Friends | 5.5k | T | #canon divergent #dares #kissing #background sterek | “Fine. How about this? You can dare me to do anything–non-life threatening, of course. And in exchange, you’ll ask Derek on a date. Okay?”
  • Party Favor | 700w | G | #college parties #drinking | Lydia handed Cora a cup. “All our friends are drunk,” she said, lifting her own glass up. “I think it’s time we join them.”
  • (No) More of This | 1.4k | G | #freeform #verse snapshot #mild panic attack #lydia under protection detail | “Lydia looked like she wanted to say something, but was holding back. Cora waited, watching as she held three small bottles of nail polish in her cupped hand.”
  • November Pink | 3.5k | T | #thanksgiving #canon divergent #background sterek | “Cora can barely remember what it’s like to do the proper family thing - she moved around from pack to pack for the years she was "missing”, like an unwanted foster child, and she’s experienced Thanksgiving and Christmas with families, but they haven’t been her own family in a long long time.“
  • Smoke Clings | 1.2k | T | #hurt/comfort #drinking | ”Cora only goes to the party because she knows Braeden wanted some alone time with her brother. That, and Stiles showing up at the door demanding to know why she isn’t ready yet, Lydia was waiting, they were going to do predrinks, etcetera etcetera.“
  • Steady As She Goes | 1.7k | T | #canon divergent #attacked by hunters #first aid | “I’m not healing right,” Cora says, and she’s on Lydia’s doorstep wearing a blood-stained tank top and a white face, which has never happened before.
  • Tell Me More, Tell It All, Can You Take It | 14.k | | G #haunted house #ace cora | ”Here in the haunted house with its rubbery masks and cheesy music, it feels bizarrely safe.“
  • This Fucking Town | 4.4k | E | #kidnapping #temporary character death #feral sex #violence | ”Lydia was sitting in the front seat of her car, digging through the bottom of her purse for her keys, when the door was yanked open and a hand reached in, grabbing her by the hair at the nape of her neck and dragging her from the car.“
  • Under My Skin | 7k | T | #fake dating #3a-ish | ”Cora smells her coming before she sees her. That’s not a wolf super-sensory thing, either – Lydia reeks of Chanel No. 9, Gucci moisturizer, Bumble & Bumble hairspray and god knows what else.“
  • Unfold This First | 2k | E | #human au #camping | ”The wind had torn the rainfly clean off their tent, ripped the stakes from the ground, and blown them both straight across the campground. Now, their tent was keeping more rain in than it was keeping out, and Cora was going to kill Derek.“
  • Uppercut | 1.7k | T | #au #werewolves are known #cage fighting | "Cora Hale was a winner, and Lydia Martin only had winners on her roster.”

Malia x Kira

  • (at most) I’m sleeping all these demons away | 3.8k | T | #future fic #college #bisexual kira | “Kira is woken up on her twentieth birthday by screaming. It’s not happy screaming, or even sexy screaming. It is oh my god I’m going to die I didn’t leave Beacon Hills for this screaming.”
  • Coyote in Wolf’s Clothing | 1.2k | T | #halloween #dancing | “She tilts her head at herself in the mirror, smiling at the floppy-eared hat that’s held in place by fuzzy straps that velcro under her chin. Bulky gloves make her hands clumsy and half-useless, but they’re soft, and they have fake claws on the fingertips, and she sorta loves them anyway.”
  • Delayed Gratification | 2.3k | E | #future fic #public sex | “She doesn’t rush things, she takes her time, sometimes draws things out until Kira could just scream. It’s just that most of the time, when Malia wants sex, she has a very, very hard time waiting until they are in a venue more suited to the task.”
  • Food or Friend? | 3.2k | T | #beginning of season 4 #sorting out feelings #gym class | “Kira is left wondering if this means they’re friends now and whether or not she can count on Malia not to devour her wounded carcass during a tough winter.”
  • Forty-Six. | 2k | T | #zombie apocalypse #assumed character death #happy ending | “Three minutes is all it takes. Mere seconds after Kira presses a kiss to her temple, Malia is running for her life through darkened hallways.”
  • I Want You (Do You? Want Me Too?) | 5k | E | #human au #childhood friends #confessions #first time | “Kira was finding it hard not to stare. It had been a year (okay, well, just short of eleven months, but close enough) since she’d seen her best friend.”
  • Snowball Strategems | 1.1k | T | #snowball fight #fluff | “Malia looked out of the window in wonder. The entire world was white and fluffy. It had snowed all night and a thick layer covered everything.”
  • Sweet Normalcy | 1.4k | G | #future fic #pure fluff | “It was probably bad, how passionately she loved Kira, how dependent she was on the other woman, but fuck it.”
  • The Best Use of Company Property | 6.8k | E | #office au #tech support kira #porn with plot | ‘Tech support, can I help?’ ‘How do I make italics happen?’ Kira blinked, unsure if she’d heard properly. ‘Um, excuse me?’
  • The Coyote and the Fox | 6.6k | E | #human au #sexiled #background sterek | “Okay, usually I can eat one of these all by myself. But… I kind of accidentally didn’t wait for the delivery? I may or may not have already eaten a bag or two of doritos and a whole thing of oreos,” she said, pursing her lips and looking around innocently. “So, I’m pretty sure at least half of this pizza is going to be uneaten. Unless, of course, you’d like to join me?”

Malia x Lydia

  • Best Friends or Distractions | 3.9k | T | #post 3b/pre 4 #becoming pack | “I don’t need a new best friend,” Lydia says clearly and loudly.
  • Credibility Credentials | 2.9k | E | #canon divergent #fake dating #during season 4 | “They’re fake-dating. For the good of the pack. It isn’t complicated. Lydia won’t let it be.”
  • Distractions | 1.2k | G | #locked up in a canadian prison #feelings | “Nobody fills absolute quiet with rage and accusation like Lydia, Malia thinks and wrings her hands. The shackles binding them clank, a sound that echoes in the otherwise quiet cell.”
  • Ghost of a Smile | 1.9k | M | #post 3b #hurt/comfort #first time | “She’s walking down the stairs with the crazy-eyed coach when she scents her. The one who smells like tears and expensive soap and most of all like girl. She’s intoxicating.”
  • Falling Ash | 4.3k | T | #secret agents #undercover #gun violence | She’s never been paired with another agent before. She supposes it’s to be expected given the importance of this op, even considering Lydia’s impressive track record over the past three years.

Allison x Kira

  • A Little Late-Night Tutoring | 6k | E | #hogwarts au #tutor!allison #smut | “You just need practice. Right?” It was a question, but it didn’t sound like one. One of her arms slung over Kira’s increasingly hunched shoulders. “I think I can help you with that.”
  • First Words | 1.8k | G | #soulmate au #first meeting | “They say that at least a quarter of people with soulmate tattoos have some variation of “HOLY SHIT” or “OH MY GOD IT’S YOU” etched into their skin. It makes sense, really.”
  • Luminescence | 10.7k | T | #college au #roommates #supernatural known | “It’s nice to just wander around without purpose. It’s also nice to have a friend to do that with, she thinks, turning to look at Allison, who is taking selfies with campus statues.”
  • Remember The Way That We Were | 2.2k | T | #future fic #amnesia #ace kira | Allison blinks back tears, feeling them sting at the back of her eyes, and says, “Do the doctors think she’ll get the memories back?”
  • Target Practice | 1k | T | #archery #kissing | “No, no, like this.” Allison nudges Kira’s heel with her toe from where she stands behind her, forcing the other girl’s foot forward half a step, and Kira lets her, feels herself settle into the new stance as she readjusts her grip on Allison’s bow.

Allison x Erica

  • Of the Shades | 2.3k | M | #greek mythology freeform #angst #one-sided kate/allison #hurt/comfort | “The aftermath of violent death is so much more complicated, and more closely tied to ancient mythology, than Allison would ever have believed in life. The supernatural world’s need for balance, however, seems to remain the same.”

Kira x Lydia

  • On Me | 1.2k | G | #ice cream shop au #cuteness | “Lydia likes to tell people Kira was standing on a chair, holding the mop like a microphone when she walked in, but Kira will deny that to the day she dies.”

Allison x Cora x Lydia

This is the part where I’m a self-serving asshole and add my own fics to the list (only the good-ish ones though promise)

  • Coming Home | Cora/Lydia | 5.5k | T | #canon divergent #post 3b, pre 4 #hurt/comfort | “What is that, a banner? Having you been watching Martha Stewart? Please don’t tell me there’s handmade doilies laying around too. Wait, are there people coming over for this?”
  • “Why is this my life?” | Cora/Lydia | 900w | M | #human au #crack-y #also sterek | “I can’t believe you’re having sex on school grounds! In a closet! With a student!” she cried, whapping her brother on the arm. He rubbed the spot where she’d hit him but at least had the decency to look chagrined.
  • You Owe Me | Cora/Lydia | 1.2k | T | #fake dating #feelings | “I am not going to pretend to date you!” Cora hissed. Lydia narrowed her eyes at her. “I said get over here and be my girlfriend for five minutes.”
  • The Third Floor Bathroom | Malia/Kira | 1.3k | T | #college au #roommates | “What if she doesn’t like me?” Kira asked, tugging her suitcase down the hall, phone pressed against her ear. She was almost done moving everything into her new dorm room.
    “Don’t be ridiculous,” Lydia said. “Everyone likes you.”
  • With the Band | Malia/Kira | 3k | T | #punk au #band au #drinking/smoking | The band was led by  a fiery redhead who was half screaming and half singing, sometimes bouncing around to share the mic with a pretty brunette playing the guitar. And at the back of the stage was another girl beating on the drums like some kind of wild animal, her hair flying around her as sweat dripped down her face.

Regarding the hate comments BTS got after winning the billboard social award:

-Its okay if you don’t like their music, everyone like different things which is why the music industry is the most beautiful one BUT you MUST respect and accept that others have different taste and that you dont have to judge the fact that not everyones like you. I personally cant stand ariana grande, selena gomez and justin bieber BUT you wont hear me bashing them for receiving prizes.

- Yes, Kpop artists wear makeup on stage but for your information, every artist does including justin bieber drake one direction, that is one of the standard for performances and stage so NO dont call BTS Dragqueens or gay because of it, they looked fabulous, you dont agree? ok but that doesnt give you the right to bash them

-BTS doesnt deserve this award: to anyone who ever said that, you are ignorant and judgemental because if you actually knew what they had to go through to get here today, you wouldnt say that. BTS come from a really small company that wasnt known before they created this group and it took them years to win their first music show. they compose most of their music and they have a very different sound. Even I use to dislike their music but never i wouldve said that they werent talented. They all started from the bottom so they deserve the love they get.

- They won because their fans are crazy/stupid/ dont have a life: I. AM. SORRY. but loving an artist doesnt make you stupid. the rules were that you can vote 100 times a day on the billboard website and 100 times a day on twitter so total 200 times a day. Your artist didn’t win because their fans didn’t love them enough to vote that much for their artists. That just shows how much BTS are loved and how many people see their talent and appreciate them. Yes other artists have more views SO WHAT. BTS fans are dedicated to their group and I find that beautiful. DON’T JUDGE JUST BECAUSE YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND.

- It was rigged: ok seriously that is just stupid. Just on twitter, BTS got over 320 millions vote which makes them the First act EVER to reach over 300 millions votes and thats without counting the votes on the billboard website.

- Instead of having drug and sex scandals all the time, instead of being caught saying that they wish their fans would die or promoting a bad image, they work 24/7 promoting self love, confidence, telling how much they appreciate every ARMY and they dedicate every awards to their fans. These boys only do good around them, donating a lot of money and promoting only healthy things.

-These boys made history, their fandom will grow even more now and they opened a door for every single kpop artist. They truly deserved every votes they got if not even more. Stop hating and start opening your mind and try to understand instead of making a fool of yourself by judging without knowing.

comments that people thoughtlessly post can really hurt some people so think twice before criticizing people when they dedicate their life for their passion.


Gah! This one was really fun to write, and I really hope you enjoy reading it! I’ve finally gotten around the finishing all my requests, so sorry for the wait! (They’re still closed by the way! Sorry!) This is based off the request where Harry is a CEO. I’ve changed it slightly–he’s her boss and they have feelings for each other. It’s a bit on the mature side, but nothing too explicit! Thanks so much for reading! x

Ever since you stumbled into his office at nine a.m. on a Monday morning, with your hair escaping from your low bun and a Starbucks in your hand, you were a goner. As if the idea of looking for your first job post university wasn’t stressful enough, the man interviewing you was so just damn good looking it was almost humanly impossible. That brown hair that stood straight up as if his fingers had run through it one too many times. The piercing green eyes that seemed to look right through you. And those lips. The ones that pursed into a curious pout upon your arrival. You could barely string two sentences together and somehow you were supposed to say what you learned about being a Literature student. But the questions asked, it was as if he was really trying to get to know you. And with each answer, each tidbit you provided for him, Mr. Styles leaned even more forward in his chair, decreasing the space between the two of you. You felt your pulse quicken for reasons other than nerves. When the interview was over, he stood and politely shook your hand. The grip was strong and he lightly squeezed, spreading butterflies in your stomach. He showed up in your dreams that night, a scandalous scene in which he hovered above you on the desk in his office. The next day you got the call. Harry Styles was your new boss.

You had vowed to get over your school girl crush by the time you started work. As young as Mr. Styles looked, you knew he had to have at least five years on you. Not that age was the issue. He was your boss for goodness sakes. He was officially off-limits, even if he was single. Which you highly doubted. But God if you didn’t envy the woman he shared his bed with every night. It was thoughts like that had no place in the office. When you arrived on your first official day of work, you thought you were over him, you really did. But seeing him there, every day, wearing his crisp white shirts and demanding the attention of every employee in his meetings did nothing but add fuel to your fire. He was intimidating but not arrogant. Intelligent but not sly. His hands were capable and his ring finger was bare. Aside from addressing you on work-related matters, Mr. Styles paid you no attention. On a few occasions you’d feel his eyes on you during a meeting, only to turn away unaffected. More than anything, he respected you. Made you feel like a woman, and not some girl straight out of school.

So even though Mr. Styles gave you less than the amount of attention you craved, Kyle more than made up for it. He was friendly and welcoming, and the one person you had lunch with on a regular basis. Somehow you knew his motivations were more than friendly, but you would take his innocent flirting over the nasty stares you got from your female coworkers any day. A few times Kyle had asked you out, and each time you had a legitimate reason for you not attending, ones other than the fact that you were hung up on a man you both called “boss.” But that night, your mind couldn’t come up with a good enough reason for saying no. Drinks on a Friday night with a co-worker seemed harmless enough. Kyle picked you up at seven and it seemed like the two of you could actually enjoy a nice night.

But was it after the third drink or the fourth when you started longing for another man to be with you? The room started to spin and the music of the bar seemed to be turned up to the max as thoughts of your boss crept into your mind. You almost called Kyle Harry when you excused yourself to use the ladies’ room. Giggling, you stumbled into the stall and locked the door, even though you had no intention of using the toilet. You pulled your phone out of your purse and without thinking, pressed the number you had only ever contacted for work-related purposes.

“Hello?” Harry’s voice was throaty and masculine in your ear. That man could make the weather sound like the most fascinating of stories.

“Harrollddd,” you slurred, drawing his name out.

“Ms. Y/L/N?”  Immediately his voice sounded on edge.

“Mmm hmmm,” you mumbled. A wave of nausea rolled through your stomach.

“Ms. Y/L/N where are you calling from?” His voice still had that panicked hardness.

“Somewhere you’re not,” you stated, laughing at your own wit.

“Have you been drinking?”

“Maybe I have. Maybe I haven’t. Okay I have! I have! You caught me!” You continued to giggle uncontrollably.

“Where are you? Who are you with?” You heard papers shuffle in the background and the jingle of keys.

You told him the name of the bar. “I’m with Kyle,” you said. And then, as if what you were about to admit was a big secret, you whispered, “But I don’t want to go home with him.”

Harry cursed under his breath. “You’re not. I’m coming to get you.”

The cool winter air felt nice on your clammy skin. You rocked back and forth on your heels as you waited for Harry to pull up in his Rover. The dizziness was still overwhelming and more than once you placed your hand on your stomach as if to hold yourself together.

“Y/N? What are you doing out here?” Kyle asked, stepping out of the crowded bar.

Shit. You had actually forgot you were there with him. Ever since your conversation with Harry, he was the only man—hell, the only thing at all—you could think about.

“I’m leaving, someone’s coming to get me.” Your speech was slurred. The intoxication and the cold air weren’t doing your mouth any favours.

“Who?” Kyle wore a hurt expression.

For some reason you didn’t want Kyle to know who was coming. “He’ll be here soon,” you said instead, not making eye contact. Your body swayed in the wind.

“Here,” Kyle said, steadying your body as he wrapped his arms around you. “You okay?” His voice was surprisingly tender.

You nodded meekly, not feeling at all okay with his arms around your body. He was giving you that look, that look people give when they’re about to kiss someone. You turned your head away.

“No, Kyle, no. Please no,” you whispered. He continued to inch forward.

Suddenly you felt Kyle’s body separate from yours and a strong arm wrap around your chest.
“I’m pretty fucking sure she said no,” Harry said, his voice angrier than you ever heard.

Well, that was hot, you thought before your body doubled over and you threw up on the ground in front of you. Immediately you felt Harry’s hands pull your hair back.

“I got you,” he whispered. He handed you a Kleenex which you used to wipe your mouth. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

With one last look at Kyle who stood there confused as could be, Harry led you to his black-as-night Rover.

“This isn’t my house,” you said as Harry pulled the keys out of the ignition on the driveway of an old yet tasteful house.

“I know, but there’s no way in hell I’m leaving you alone when you’re in this condition,” his deep voice said. The protectiveness warmed your entire body.

“How do you know I’d be alone?”

A hint of annoyance flashed across Mr. Styles’ handsome face. “Just a thought,” he mumbled.

He placed both of his hands around your hips as he lifted you out of the passenger side door. Immediately you felt like fainting.

“Harry, I…” White lights flashed across your eyes.

“Fuck,” he cursed, lifting your body into his arms. You felt solid and secure cuddled against his chest as he walked up to his front door. God, he smelled good.

He placed your body gingerly on the couch and went to grab you a glass of water. He pressed the glass to your lips. Harry was really keen on taking care of you.

“Mind telling me what drove to drink yourself sick tonight? Based on your work ethic, you don’t seem like the type who does this on a regular basis.”

You shrugged, your eyes focused on the broadness of his shoulders. “The man I want doesn’t want me.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed and he licked his lips. “Doubt that, love.”

Him calling you that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand. “No, trust me, it’s true.”

“Well, whoever that guy is a proper idiot,” Harry chuckled.

“Oh come on, you’re not an idiot,” you said stupidly.

All the colour drained from his face as your boss registered what you were saying. Like you said, the man wasn’t an idiot. With your heart in your throat, you watched his cheeks redden and green eyes widen.

“Say something,” you silently begged, covering your face with your hands.

“Like I said,” he swallowed, his voice huskier than ever. “He’d be a fool not to want you.”

Slowly you uncovered your hands from your face and looked deep into his eyes. His hands were on your knees, setting the skin on fire. His forehead was inching closer towards yours and his pink lips were glistening with moisture. With gentle force, they collided with yours, knocking the wind out of you. Harry’s tongue pushed into your mouth, pressing deeper and deeper until there was no inch unexplored. Your body tingled with excitement until he pulled away, leaving you hungry for more.

“We can’t Y/N, we can’t. I can’t do this,” Harry said, pacing the room and running his hands through his hair.

“You can’t? Or you don’t want to?” Insecurity was laced in your tone.

Harry gave you an incredulous look. From across the room he spoke so low, you struggled to hear. “Y/N, trust me, I’ve wanted you since the second I saw you. Do you have any idea how hard it’s been to keep my hands to myself? But I’m your boss, this isn’t right.”

Like a predator stalking its prey, you walked over to him. “I don’t care that you’re my boss. I’ll quit if you want. Having you means more to me than my job,” you said as you ran your hands over his taut chest.

Harry licked his lips. “It’s not just that I’m your boss. That’s just a fucking excuse. If that was the only thing in our way I would be bending you over my desk every day after work. But I’m not good for you, Y/N. I work too much, it’s the only thing I know how to do. I can never be there when you need me. I’ll only be good for a quick fuck,” he said with a hard laugh.

“What do you think I’m looking for?” you purred. You pressed your body into his.

“You deserve so much more,” he whispered before his hands grabbed your bottom. He carried you to his bedroom.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want more from Harry, but you took what you got from him. Nights spent tangled in the sheets were followed by the usual workdays where Harry did his best to ignore you. But if it was hard before, now it was impossible. The month spent with each other was pure heaven, even though you were well aware you only had Harry Styles’ body and not his heart. You thought you could get used to that, but life had other plans.

The two pink lines staring up at you on the stick were unmistakable. With wide eyes, your hand went to the slight swell of your stomach. Harry’s baby was inside there. The first thought that crossed your mind was how were you going to tell Harry. The second thought was that under no circumstance was he to know. The man barely wanted you. You couldn’t deal with him not wanting your child either. You went to work still, hating the fact that this powerful man was oblivious to the fact that he was going to be a father.

Harry had noticed that something about you was off but he couldn’t find a decent time to question you. He cared far too much about you to let others see you converse with him. Any onlooker who saw the way he looked at you would know that he was much more involved with you than strictly business. But when you were absent at the meeting, he had no choice but to ask questions.

“Has anyone seen Ms. Y/L/N?” He asked as casually as he could.

“She hasn’t been feeling well,” someone answered. “Says she’s been really nauseous lately.”

“Oh no. Poor thing. Let’s hope she doesn’t have one in the oven,” another snickered.

Harry’s mouth fell open. There was no way…or was there? He left the meeting room without an explanation and stopped by at your desk. It was empty, and the chair was far away, as if it had been hastily tossed away. He pushed through the women’s washroom door forcefully, not caring who else might be in there. Calling your name, he threw one hand against each stall door to see if any would budge. Choked sounds came from the last stall. He could feel his adrenaline pumping as he saw your body hunched over the toilet.

Wordlessly, he rubbed your back as you rested your head against his chest, the nausea subsiding for a moment. His hand went to the front of your body and gently skimmed over your stomach. You took it by the tender look in his eyes that he knew.

“Baby,” he whispered.

You began to cry nonsense apologies which Harry quickly silenced. He continued to hold you and in that moment, if you hadn’t known before, Harry completely and utterly cared about both you and your baby.

“What do you think people will say when they find out? I’m sure they’ve already put two and two together,” you gulped.

Harry shrugged, not at all concerned with the opinions of others.

“Does it matter? I’m sure we’ve collected quite a little audience outside. But you just keep walking with your head up, okay? Show them whose boss.”

seriously the catholic church considered canonizing this lady

Columbus, Granada, and the Morally Gray Catholic Monarchs

I know I just made a recent post about the family of the Most Catholic Monarchs (or rather, one—that one being Juana La Loca) but I just can’t resist making another.

A) Because I’ve just started Isabel, a Spanish series that is both very good and pretty accurate to the life of Isabel of Castile, especially when you compare it to American/British historical series.

B) Because holy shit these people were way crazier than we give them credit for.

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Lumen (part 6/ ): True intentions

Originally posted by suicidessquad


Read up here:

Part 1: Good intentions

Part 2: Honest intentions

Part 3: Dark intentions

Part 4: Wrong intentions

Part 5: Other intentions

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary of part 6: Your mother decides to pay you a visit and Bucky then decides to take you sightseeing.

Warnings: Some fucks.

Word count: 1.825 (without background information).

A/N: I have been writing like crazy these past 2 days and have (for th moment) 3 more parts ready for you. I’m sorry if part 5 wasn’t all too good (so muchto do, yet so litle time), but I promise I’ll make it up to you. I have this crazy idea to write some smut, so be on the lookout for a sinful drabble/one-shot with one of your favourite Avengers. 

This is my first fan fic series, so bear with me. Feel free to tell me your thoughts on this one, constructive criticism is appreciated! Also, since this is an ongoing series, the tag list is open as we speak, so feel free to send me a message!

Background: Iona Cole is a perky, gifted and ambitious assistant to a critically acclaimed professor at a renowned university. That is, until she snaps in the middle of class, the auditorium packed with students on introduction day. Having a long family history of psychiatric diseases, her mother sends her to a private clinic to receive the best treatment. In reality, this institute for people with “special needs” is a smokescreen for the underground operation Hydra is running there.

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Based from the song Don’t Comeback - Heize (feat. Junhyung)

 BTS Rap Monster/ Kim Namjoon and You 

 Fanfic | One Shot | Part 1

Summary: A moving-on song you composed from your break up from Namjoon

 the feel is everything from the song it’s self 

 “Hey Y/N, so apparently that song Heize just released was from you huh?”

 “Huh? What?” you were too focused on some beat you’re arranging on the computer. 

 “Yah, stop it. I’m ordering you to stop. You haven’t even had lunch yet, here eat this kimbap” 

 You felt your stomach grumbling. You moved away your rolling chair away from your composing devices and took a break. 

 You’re a rookie female composer training at AOMG under Gray’s supervision from a year now after you left BigHit. You’ve been composing and making lyrics in the industry 4 years from now and you’ve made a couple of good lyrics. In the hip hop composing scene you’re considered as a rising rookie with your amazing skills and big names actually acknowledged and know who you are. 

 Yes, you excelled in your professional life BUT worst in your love life. 

 As you eat, Gray continued the topic. 

 “So have you heard it yet?’ 

 “What song?” 

 “Ughhh..Don’t Comeback is the title. Yah, are you that busy you can’t keep track of your works? She said you composed and gave it to her.” 

 Don’t Comeback was the only thing that echoes in your head. You felt some shivers, then you shook them. 

 “Oh? Ugh maybe. Haha. You know how busy I am,” you replied keeping your calm. But you wanted to forget everything about that lyrics. 

 “You’re always overworking yourself and no ones even rushing you. Stop stressing yourself, y/n. Ow, I remember, theirs a launch party later you should come. Have some fun, you deserve it,” 

You actually don’t like crowded places and strangers but because the hip hop scene tend to have clubbing events and parties sometimes you’re pulled to go. But in some occasions, you’d go to have a drink not to have fun but to avoid the unbearable lonely nights. You either get so drunk you pass out or you drown yourself to someone and regret it the next day. At parties or not it has been worse ever since. Ever since that one rainy night. 


 “Keuman haja. Let’s stop it” you said 

 Rain is pouring heavily outside but the atmosphere inside the car is as heavy. You and Namjoon felt more than suffocating. 

 He just sat still. His usual smart objectives in things doesn’t work as his emotions flood his mind and body. And its more than aching. 

 “We both know we’re not going anywhere and we have to have a normal relationship not like this everytime, I’m tired Joon..” 

 You are right. And he knew well too 

 You’ve started to get fond of Namjoon when Zico introduced you to him. And because you’re the closest age as him, you became best buddies with him. Instead of a very romantic relationship with him, you and Namjoon are like the perfect partners. You two are complete opposite but you blend so well. Namjoon is a sexy rap genius, you are a sweet melody hiphop prodigy. Namjoon is clumsy and messy while you’re neat and organized. You also both have matching taste in fashion. Although Namjoon seem to dress more since he’s an artist. You wear grunge but clean. Even the music genre people around you approved of you. You started as an intern to one of BigHits composer so you worked with BTS. You composed together, played together, hangout together, dork together, get in trouble together - you we’re inseparable. And then naturally you both fell inlove like all the pieces have fallen into the right places. 

 “I’ll talk to Bang PD,” was all he could say 

 You smiled a little, “Don’t” a tear fell silently on your left eye. 


 So your tears keep flowing as you faced him. “It’s nonsense Joon you know its not going anywhere. Soon enough we’re going to break up why not just end it simply and let’s move on while everything’s whole?” 

 “Whole?? You’re breaking me into pieces everytime. We’ve passed through those dispatch pictures before. Second time is whatever. We know what to do. I don’t fucking care about the comments whatever bullshit they say. We’ve recovered from it before, we can do it again! Please baby..” 

 You met, you became friends, you got close and then you fell inlove. All pretty things –NO- it does not end there. Being inlove is not eveything. Reality strikes. You’re just a rookie composer and he was Rap Monster – the leader of one of the most popular groups in KPOP now. And the ravenous media are always hungry. 

 A year ago you two were caught cuddling at a bar with drinks. Namjoon suffered a lot of dirty stuffs from that single picture. He’d been into a lot of harsh headlines such as “Destructed by fame – drinking, clubbing with different girls” He had to take a break for 4 months until they cleared things out. No one suspected your relationship but the destruction to everything from that scandal felt heavy in your hands. You tried to break up with him that time also but you came together again as you can’t avoid him when you were working with BigHit before. But now, you seem to have enough. 

 “This time is a huge blow Joon! You punched someone!” 

“To protect you from an asshole!”

“That’s why…I can’t do this anymore..Joon, you keep getting in trouble because of me. I may not be harmed but it pains me that you’re getting dragged down because of me” you wept more.

 “then I’ll-“ 

 “Stop it Joon please let’s just stop it! It’s been a month since it broke out. And things are still not progressing well for you. My guilt won’t let me continue this. All because of this, now you can’t go anywhere, no shows no invites, fan clubs are closing and you’re being as reckless as ever. Please wake up to your senses Namjoon you’re supposed to smarter than me.” 

 He held your face and look it to your eyes and wiped you tears as his kept flowing “I only know I love you now..”

 You can actually see through his eyes everything he is, you can’t help but cry, “As much as I love you, we have to stop this to survive in this ruthless industry. It’s the only way Joon. I love you so I’m letting you go,” 

Pain devoured you’re body as you gave him your last kiss. 

 “Goodbye Joon,” 

 And you left that car and walked through that rain cold as you, 

 *end of flashback 

 You walk through the Han River tonight as your usual. Just to breathe, 

 You sat in your usual spot. 

A sweet melody with a beat suddenly starts from the speaker around the Han River area. 

 When it rains I still look for you along while making the raindrops my beat 

 I’m not ok, not even tomorrow 

 It’s obvious that longing will wake me up, not my alarm 

 I want to hug you and hold onto you, who was once mine 

 I want to see myself in your twinkling eyes 

 I’m living in regret after letting you go 

If you ever hear this song Please just listen and forget about it 

 Goosebumps felt all over you. 

This is your lyrics you gave Heize 6 months ago, 

Don’t come back to me 

Don’t look at me, just pass me by 

Because you have to be happy 

Be happy with someone who resembles you 

Ok, this is a song that longs for you 

But don’t misunderstand 

Cuz this isn’t a song to make you come back 

I’ll be honest, I wanna go back 

Everything is still in my phone 

But now I know 

She’s better for you than me 

 Some things crushing your heart 

 Don’t fool yourself I’m just something you can use in your lyrics 

I’m nothing to you 

This song won’t even last 4 minutes 

And our love wasn’t small enough to fit in it 

Just tell me to piss off so I can easily understand 

I don’t understand things like “this breakup is for you” 

If that’s not it, then stop this song immediately 

And come hug me like nothing happened 

 You felt him said those to you and you wish 

Don’t come back to me 

Don’t look at me, just pass me by 

Because you have to be happy 

Be happy with someone who resembles you 

If I ever call you If I’m ever waiting for you in front of your house 

Turn off your phone on rainy days 

It’ll just be for a moment, it’s all a show 

Don’t get weak and think carefully 

ou struggled because of my selfish ways 

Even when you were out with your friends 

You were too nice and always had to worry about me 

You don’t deserve to be unhappy 

I’m not confident to be a good person like you 

So there’s no other way but to let you go 

I don’t expect you to understand 

 Don’t turn away like this 

 How can I be happy with someone that’s not you? 

 I have to be happy 

 So I need you, I need you 

 The song ended and you failed to keep your eyes dry and you felt every pain again. 

And he did find another girl. An awesome girl you could never compete with. APink’s Eunji. Nothing more to say – she’s Eunji, not just talented and pretty but a kind woman with a very cool personality.

6 months ago, pictures of Namjoon and her at a café looking at each other lovingly and wholesomely spread out and took the showbiz in storm. Because of Namjoon’s scandal’s before netizens were protective of Eunji but then Eunji gave an statement in an interview that made everyone approved of them. They even say that because of Eunji, Rapmon regained his reputation back. Now they are on of the hot couples in the Kpop scene.

You couldn’t agree more. Although it hurts you a lot that he’s finally with someone you think its what’s best for him. You thought that’s what you wished for him. While he’s finally in a good situation you on the hand has never been wrecked before. You didn’t just felt broken. It was like you lost half of your soul,

So you write a final song and promised that after it you’ll focus on work hardly so you can move on too. Heize was your friend and you decided to just gave it her. She knows your story too. But you didn’t know she would actually promote it as a single. You actually forgot about it until now.  

And now all the pain is coming back.

 “so you’re still regretting everything I see” came a voice from behind 

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

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kc + “It’s our mutual friend’s wedding and they keep shoving us into each other because we’re the only ones at the ceremony who are single, but I lowkey don't mind though because you're really hot” AU.

Haven’t forgotten about these, I promise!

She can’t help but stare at her silver watch as she emerges from her chauffeur driven car and onto he sidewalk near the coach. She was a little early, but that was fine. Stefan wouldn’t murder her for turning up late to his big day with Elena, and she wouldn’t have to put up with his guilt trip.

She mentally calculated how long she would have to stay before beating a hasty retreat without seeming rude. Truth is, as happy as she was for Stefan and Elena, she hated weddings with a burning passion.

This tended to surprise people who knew her. And normally she’d be all over weddings, because it was an event and she loved events. But not weddings.

Maybe it was the fact that the day was riddled with cliches, or the fact that it was a celebration of two people in love, and everyone else had to watch the sickly sweet display, the simpering family members jostling for seniority in the wedding shots outside the church, the one grandma who always got really drunk and embarrassed herself on the dance floor.

But mostly, it was the fact that she never made it to her own wedding day, and it’s always a bitter reminder of the failure of her only long term relationship.

She thought that Tyler Lockwood had been it, that they’d be happy together and they’d raise a family of 2.5 kids with a white picket fence and a dog called Rover. Then of course, Tyler had been caught screwing the secretary at his office, and that had been that.

She’d been mostly single since that night three years ago, occasionally broken up by the odd fling and periods of time when she’d gone on dates with guys more than once. Nothing ever seemed to stick though, and she was fine with that, really.

It meant more time with Katherine, who she was sure was sequestered away inside the church now, a fixed smile on her face and a scandalous dress that she still looked gorgeous in. Katherine despite her beauty and her charms also had a tendency to remain single for some time, when she wasn’t fucking Elijah Mikaelson in a weird on off relationship. She’d given up trying to figure out how to define Katherine and Elijah, you just couldn’t.

“Excuse me, am I in the right place?”

It’s the British accent that captures her attention first as she turns her head towards the source of the voice, but it’s the gorgeous features of the man that has her lingering despite her heels already beginning to punish her feet.  

He’s tall and broad shouldered, and the dark suit that he’s wearing is tailored to perfection, lovingly outlining his muscular form. There’s day old stubble lingering along his jawlines and his eyes are a bright, crystalline blue.

She’s a little taken aback at this gorgeous specimen of a man, and any attempts at charm and flirtation are well and truly out the window when he prompts her silently with a quick smile.

“Well that depends. I’m assuming that you’re here for Stefan and Elena?” She asks politely, tucking her clutch under her arm and mentally high fiving herself for wearing the blue dress that makes her boobs look amazing and her legs look like those of a supermodel.

Hot British guy smiles to himself, and she doesn’t miss him trying to be subtle as he checks her out, eyes lingering on the curve of her arse in her dress for a moment. She files that away for future reference but doesn’t call him out on it.

“I guess that was a rather stupid question, wasn’t it? I’m Klaus. Are you here for the bride or the groom?” He asks, holding out his hand for politely.

She steps forward and takes his proffered hand and shakes, flashing him a bright smile.

“Both. I grew up with Stefan and Elena in Mystic Falls. I’m Caroline.” She supplies before dropping his hand and tilting her head towards the church. “We should probably get inside before Elena arrives. Wouldn’t want to ruin her big moment.”

“Indeed not.” Klaus agrees, turning towards the flight of steps leading up to the church and offering her his arm without a second thought, like the gesture is something he does regularly.

Hot and a gentlemen. This is definitely something she could roll with.

She doesn’t miss the significant look Katherine gives her when she slides into one of the back pews next to her, Klaus settling in next to them and turning his gaze towards the front of the church.

She’s waiting for Katherine to say something, the other girl leaning in, but instead Katherine leans past her, touching Klaus gently on the shoulder to get his attention.

Klaus’ face lights up in recognition as he spots Katherine and smiles at her.

“Fancy seeing you here love. Didn’t manage to get Elijah to come along?” Klaus asks with a chuckle.

“Tried and failed.” Katherine admits with a quick grin. “You know what he’s like with unnecessary social occasions. It’s good to see you, I didn’t know you knew Caroline.”

“Oh I don’t.” Klaus replies. “We just met outside the church.”

The music swells suddenly before she can formulate any sort of response and as one the crowd turns to face the back of the church.

Stefan and Elena’s wedding is as predictably sickening as she thought it would be. They’d been madly in love for years despite all the ups and downs that life decided to throw at them, and even she can’t help but smile when the two take their vows and seal it with a kiss.

Once the ceremony is over Katherine stretches her arms over her head with a relieved sigh.

“Well thank god that’s over. I could do with a stiff drink right about now.”

She can’t help but laugh to herself, because at least she’s not a stone cold bitch like Katherine is.

As she very quickly discovers at the reception, Klaus is fun.

She never would have expected it coming from him, so polite and charming, but she knew that once he called for a line of shots from the open bar that this was going to be good.

Even Katherine is charmed by Klaus, and that in and of itself is a hard thing to do. They’re seated together, and she doesn’t miss Katherine quickly swapping their name cards around so she’s seated next to Klaus, doesn’t miss the significant look that Katherine gives her, the way she leans in and whispers ‘he’s single’ into her ear.

Well then.

Stefan is slightly less obvious than Katherine, but she doesn’t miss the delighted smile on his face when he approaches the two of them, interrupting their conversation to say hello.

“Good, I see the two of you have met.”

Klaus smiles pleasantly up at Stefan as the two of them exchange greetings and shake hands. And then Klaus is turning his gaze back to her, staring at her with an odd look on his face.

She’s a little self conscious at the intensity of his gaze.

“Yes, a little earlier.” Klaus finally turns his gaze back towards Stefan, clapping him on the shoulder once before Stefan is moving on.

“How do you know Stefan?” She asks curiously as Klaus takes a sip of his drink.

“What makes you think I’m here for Stefan?” He replies with an amused smile on his lips.

“Because I’m pretty sure Elena would mention you.”

She knew she was right, Elena definitely wouldn’t hesitate to mention if Klaus was single and available. Her oldest friend did have an annoying quirk of setting her up with the most unsuitable guys possible.

“I’m an old friend of Stefan’s from college. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him- I was surprised to get his invitation in the mail.”

“And what is it that you do?” She continues her line of questioning, because Klaus is being surprisingly tight lipped about anything to do with his personal life.

“I’m a photographer. I shoot weddings mostly, other occasions as well. I’m located in New Orleans currently but I have lived elsewhere. And you sweetheart?”

His question mostly went unanswered, because she had already opened Instagram, putting in a search for his name. His profile picture is a broody black and white photo of him laying in the grass, squinting up at the sky.

Oh and there was just the small fact that he had-

“500,000 followers? You seriously have 500,000 followers on Instagram?” She blurts out as she continues to scroll through his feed. His work, to say the least, is absolutely amazing. Each shot perfectly staged, and he had a certain knack for capturing emotions of his subjects beautifully.

“It’s not something I typically broadcast to people upon first meeting them.” Klaus replies a little sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. But yes, I’m never really short of work.”

She stares at him for a long moment, before nodding to herself and getting to her feet.

“I think this calls for another round of shots.”

“3, 2, 1, go!” Katherine calls as they all reach for the shots, slamming back the straight vodka.

Klaus, who can seemingly unhinge his jaw like a snake, and looks perfectly fine despite the amount of alcohol he’s consumed, grins when he realises that he’s come out victorious again.

“No fair.” Katherine whines, a lock of hair coming undone from her otherwise elegant up do. It was odd seeing Katherine like this, loose limbed and pliant when she’s usually so rigid and so well put together.

“I won’t tell anyone, promise.” Klaus pats her on the shoulder companionably, eyes dancing with mirth as he turns that gaze on her. “Would you like to dance sweetheart?”

Miraculously, she doesn’t fall flat onto her face as Klaus pulls her onto the wooden dance floor. She’s far too buzzed to actually keep up with the rhythm of the jazzy song that the live band is playing, but Klaus is of course, unfairly good at dancing. She’s content to be steered around the floor by him.

“If you even think of dipping me, I will murder you.” She hisses at him as he twirls her away from him before pulling her back into his chest.

Klaus looks close to bursting into laughter, but keeps himself in check.

“I promise I’ll do nothing of the sort.”

Klaus is confident in a way that a lot of other men aren’t on the dance floor. The movements are almost automatic to him, and she suspects he’s had some sort of training prior to this occasion. That, or he has a really good natural rhythm.

“Of course you’d be good at this as well.” She says with a sigh as she sways in his arms. Klaus looks down at her, bemused by her sudden outburst.

“My mother made all of my siblings take dance lessons when we were older. Elijah in particular excelled at it. I enjoyed it, but not enough to continue on with it. Although it has helped me out on more than a few occasions, so I’m grateful.”

The party begins winding down shortly afterwards, and soon enough she, Klaus, and Katherine find themselves out in the cool night air. She can’t help but shiver at the sudden change in temperature now that she’s not packed into the same room with fifty or so other bodies.

“Oh great, Elijah’s here. I’ll talk to you tomorrow once I’ve slept off the vodka. Klaus, you’re a demon in disguise I swear.” Katherine says with a laugh as she brushes her lips first against Klaus’ cheek, then hers.

Klaus lets out an amused chuckle as Katherine lifts an elegant hand in a wave as she makes her way towards the black BMW idling by the kerb.

“Are you okay to get home sweetheart?” Klaus asks as they both watch Katherine pull away.

“Yeah.” She answers, jumping slightly as Klaus settles his jacket around her shoulders. “I have a car coming for me soon. Don’t wait around on my account.” She tells Klaus, who shakes his head as a way of reply.

“And leave you here by yourself? Absolutely not. I’ll head off once you’re taken care of.”

She can’t help but smile to herself at his kindness, at his chivalry. Men like Klaus were a rare breed to come by. She kind of wondered why he was still single.

“Why are you still single?” She asks suddenly, mentally cursing herself for not being able to hold her tongue.

Klaus looks surprised by her question, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he considers her question.

“My work keeps me busy. I’ve not yet been able to find someone who understands that. Who is okay with that. I’m not a complete monk.” He remarks with a wink.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” She responds feebly, waving a hand towards him. “It’s just… well you seem like quite the catch. Surely you’d have women lining up around the block to be with you.”

“Surprisingly no. And while the casual hookup thing suited me just fine when I was younger, now I find myself looking for something more substantial. More…”

“Meaningful?” She supplies, watches as his face lights up, happy that they’re on the same page.

“Exactly love. It seems like you’re looking for the same.”

“Something like that.” She trails off, glancing over his shoulder as her driver pulls up to the kerb. “This is me.” She tilts her head towards the car, Klaus following her line of gaze.

“I’ll let you get home then. It was a pleasure to meet you Caroline.” Klaus remarks sincerely, bending down to press a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Even if all of your friends were trying to set us up for the entire night.”

Instead of being mortified like she usually would, she instead laughs.

“Yeah they’re not exactly subtle are they? They only have my best interests at heart. It’s kind of sweet, if not a little misguided at times.”

“I suppose we’re lucky, to have people in our lives that care so much about us.” Klaus muses out loud as she begins her progress towards the car. Klaus leans forward, opening the door for her, resting his arms across the top of it.

She pauses, unsure as to whether or not she should ask Klaus for his number, if he was even interested in her in that way. She knew that she wasn’t everybody’s cup of tea.

She remembers then, that she’s still got Klaus’ jacket around her shoulders. She begins to remove it, to hand it back to him.

“Here. I don’t want to make off with this. It would be rude of me.” She tells him, holding out the garment for him to take.

She’s surprised then when Klaus’s fingers close gently around hers, pressing it back towards her body.

“Keep it. It’s cold out. And it gives me an excuse to see you again.”

“Yeah?” She asks him, a beaming smile creeping across her face.

“Yeah.” Klaus agrees, a teasing smile of his own. “I don’t normally do this, but I’d love to get your number?” He asks it like a question, still giving her a chance to back out if she really wants to.

“On one condition.” She replies, pausing, unsure how to phrase what she wants to say next. “That you actually do call me. So many guys have asked me for my number, but they never follow through.”

“Well that’s rather foolish, isn’t it?”

He hands over his phone, and she types her name and number into it, handing it back to him once she’s hit save.

“Thanks for keeping me sane tonight. I actually had fun.” She remarks with a quick smile, Klaus raising an eyebrow in surprise. “I usually hate weddings.” She clarifies.

“I think that’s a conversation for another day.” Klaus says gently, squeezing her hand. “Good night Caroline. I’ll call you tomorrow?”

This time it’s her turn to press a quick kiss to the corner of his lips before she’s sinking down into the backseat of the car.

“I’d really like that Klaus.”

Scandal Maker  [Jaebum]

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I groaned to myself as I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to sleep for more than 3 hours. The plane flight was only going to take us to Tokyo, Japan from where we were at. I aboard the plane with my manager behind me. We sat in first class, so it was easier to maneuver through the aisle.

“F12,” I repeated aloud as I found our seats. My manager sat by the window, since he liked to lean his head on it, as I tried my best to put my luggage in the little cabinet above me.

“Here, I’ll help you.” A voice said and then a pair of hands grabbed my heavy luggage out of my hands and he slid it in the little cabinet.

I turned around to see Jaebum smiling and I returned the smile, “Thanks.”

“I didn’t know you were on this plane, Y/N.” He looked at me as if he was a bit embarrassed.

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Too Smart For Your Own Good

Warnings: Dancing, Grinding, Drinking, Dirty Games

Recommended: Play this song when its mentioned in this chapter.

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Chapter 9: All The Single Heroes

There was a sudden knock on your door and you quickly wrapped yourself in a robe before going to answer it.

“Coming!” You said, scrambling to open the door.

“Hey! We were all just abo- why are you in a robe?” Steve asked, blushing.

“I was about to get a shower; you gotta stop catching me like this Stevie otherwise people might get to talking.” You winked, “So did you come to tell me something or did you just want to see if you could get a repeat of this morning’s show?”

“No! I would never! Not that you aren’t good looking or anything - you’re stunning and you have a beautiful body! Not that I’ve seen your whole body or anything. I’m not saying I wouldn’t want to because you’re a really swell gal and all. But I don’t just think of you as a body! You’re very smart and skilled-” Steve started rambling, getting redder and redder as he spoke.

“Steve, I’m just messing with you. Relax!” You giggled, “Take a deep breath and say what you came here to say.”

Steve breathed then spoke, “We’re having a small get together downstairs and I was wondering if you’d like to join us. I mean it’s really kinda like team bonding time, and even though you’re not officially a part of the team, you’re pretty much an honorary member. Plus Pepper, Jane, Maria, and Darcy will be joining us as well.”

“Sure, count me in. How can I deny a personal invitation from Captain America himself? Let me shower and I’ll be down in a minute; I’d offer to let you join me but it seems like you might need to take a cold one and I like it hot.” You teased.

Steve’s mouth opened and closed as he tried to think of a response, you decided to spare him and let the door swing shut.

You quickly showered, fixed your hair, and put on a little bit of makeup. You sifted through the clothes you brought with you, finally deciding on a baby blue cropped lace top that showed off most of your cleavage and white high-waist skirt that brushed the tops of your knees and showed off a teasing sliver of your torso between the two pieces. You smoothed your skirt out, gave your reflection a satisfied nod, and headed downstairs.

The team was scattered throughout the living room, kitchen, and bar; you walked past the couches and up to the bar to join the women surrounding it.

“Hey ladies.” You smiled, sliding onto the stool between Darcy and Wanda.

“Hey, you look adorable!” Wanda said, giving you a side hug.

“You too; trying to get the attention of a certain someone?” You said, discreetly nodding towards Vision. Wanda blushed and quickly turned away to hide it.

“Y'know, I don’t think she’s the only one.” Darcy said from your other side, “At first, yeah your outfit is adorable, but the more I look at it the more i get this ‘teasingly innocent’ vibe. Like you’re a naughty angel or something.”

“I haven’t the fainest idea of what you’re talking about.” You smirked.

“Like hell you don’t.” Darcy snorted, “Who is it? C'mon, you gotta tell me who’s caught your eye!”

Before she could beg anymore, Tony popped up from behind the bar. His eyes widened, not expecting you to be there.

“Who the hell invited you to this adult party and what the hell are you wearing?” He asked, scandalized.

“Steve invited me for team bonding and last I checked these were clothes.” You replied.

Tony stepped from behind the bar and you turned towards him as he came to stand in front of you to block you from everyone’s view.

“Sugarplum, for my sake please go put on a t-shirt and some jeans. Or maybe a pancho.” Tony said, shaking your shoulders.

“Uncle Tony, my clothes are fine. I don’t know what your so worried about anyway.” You said.

“Sugarplum, you are already adorable without the makeup and the clothes. But add all of that in and its like-” Tony made an explosion noise.

“Ok, so I look good. Still don’t see the problem.” You replied.

Tony sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Ok, let me try this again. You are like a sweet, innocent bunny and every single, red-blooded male in here is like a starving wolf. They know you’re single, smart, and have a great personality. If they realize you’re attractive, they will try to seduce you.”

You giggled, “You think I’m easily seduced?”

“First off; don’t say that word, you’re too young to be saying words like that. Second; don’t underestimate them.” Tony said, “I’m pretty sure Maximoff’s catchphrase alone is some kind of a pick-up line, Wilson’s a huge flirt, Barton and you have like a love/hate thing going on but that could be some weird type of foreplay for him, I’m not even sure what’s going on with you and Loki but I’m shutting that down right now, then there’s thing one and thing two with their forties charm and 70 year dry spell which probably makes them the most dangerous. I would have to kill one of my teammates if they seduced you and then your father would probably execute me for letting that happen to his little girl.” Tony said.

You snorted, “Dad barely tried to 'protect’ me from Johnny; he was a little too focused on yelling at me.”

Tony’s eyes widened and his grip on your shoulders tightened, “Did Storm and you-?!”

You rolled your eyes, “No…”

Tony let out a sigh of relief, “Oh thank goodness.”

You smirked, “Not yet…”

“Pepper, get me my stunning repulsors.” Tony said, pulling you protectively towards him, pressing your face into his chest and glaring at the room.

“Pepper, get him a drink.” Came your muffled voice, “And maybe a sedative.”

After much back and forth, Pepper was finally able to lead Tony away, shoving his drink of choice in his hand as they took a stroll outside.

You grew bored so you went to sit on the couch next to Sam, he looked at you and gave a flirty smile, “Where’d Pepper take Tony?”

“Romantic, relaxing walk on the beach. Where’d Nat, Jane, Rhodey, Maria, Thor, and Bruce go?” You asked, Sam slung his arm over the back of the couch and let you lean into him.

“Nat and Bruce are out on the porch swing, Thor and Jane are on the roof presumably star gazing, and Maria and Rhodey headed upstairs together a while ago and they both seemed to have had a few drinks.” Sam replied, raising his eyebrows as you pulled your legs up and lay them across his lap.

“Can’t believe they left all the singles alone; Tony apparently thinks you’re all after my innocence.” You comment.

“Are you trying to get me killed?” Sam hissed.

You gave him a confused look, he pointed to where your legs rested on him then discreetly nodded to the chair in the corner. You looked over to see Bucky sitting forward, his breathing visible, but he wasn’t even glaring at Sam anymore - he was more focused on the few inches of exposed thigh that had been revealed as your skirt slid up a few inches.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re really enjoying my outfit, Mr. Barnes.” You smirked, moving your legs and causing your skirt to reveal an inch more of skin.

It took him a minute, but Bucky was finally able to snap himself out of the trance you’d put him in.

“Just wonderin’ why you’re walkin’ around barefoot.” Bucky said, attempting to cover up his previous actions that were definitely none too pure.

“Less to take off later.” You winked, wiggling your toes absentmindedly.

“Ugh, I’m bored.” Clint groaned.

“Let’s play a game!” Darcy exclaimed, plopping down into the seat beside the unsuspecting archer.

“What’d you have in mind?” Loki said, leaning forward at the mention of games.

Darcy smirks, “Truth or dare.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Wanda asked, nervously.

There was a long silence until you finally spoke, “What the hell, count me in.”

“I’m in.” Loki said, smirking at you.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the trickster, “I’m down.”

“It’s been a while, but I think I still got it. I’ll play.” Sam said.

Steve shrugged, “How bad can it be? I’m up for it.”

Pietro smiled in excitement, “I’ve heard of this game, I’m most definitely ready to play.”

“Well, I got nothing better to do so might as well.” Clint said, taking a swig of his beer.

“Mr. Stark says I should participate in more social activities to understand human emotion on a different level so I suppose this is a good learning opportunity.” Vision says.

We all turned to Wanda.

The brunette beauty rolled her eyes and groaned, “Fine, fine, fine! I’ll play.”

“Yay! Ok, Loki you go first seeing as you’re the oldest!” Darcy said.

Loki rolled his eyes, “Ok, Sam Son of Will, truth or dare?”

Sam tapped his chin in thought until finally deciding, “Truth.”

Loki smirked, “Have you ever tried on Roger’s costume without his knowledge?”

Sam looked down, blushing, “Yes.”

Steve burst out laughing, “Seriously?”

Sam nodded, unable to look Steve in the eye.

“Feel patriotic?” You asked, giggling.

Sam sighed dreamily, “You have no idea.”

Steve was laughing so hard, he had to wipe the tears from his eyes, “I think this might be my favorite game now.”

“Moving on.” Sam said loudly, “Vision, truth or dare?”

And so the game went on; Sam dared Vision to drink an entire bottle of the strongest stuff Stark had in the house which left the man only slightly tipsy considering what he was made of, Vision dared Pietro to bring him back something from china; he ended up bringing him dumplings, Pietro asked Darcy who she’d bed, wed, and behead between Sam, Loki, and himself (she’d bed Pietro because he’s probably had at least a little bit of practice at the rate he flirts -he gave her a sly wink at this-, marry Sam because he’s a cutie-pie and he can cook -Sam only gave a proud grin-, and behead Loki because apparently he’s a “lil shit” -Loki just shrugged and nodded in understanding-), Darcy asked Bucky what the most reckless thing Steve had ever done was (needless to say, Buck’s still pissed at him for risking his life and taking the serum to begin with “I was gone for less than a year Steven Grant Rogers!”), Bucky dared Steve not to do anything stupid for a week, Steve asked Clint what happened in Budapest, and now it was you turn.

“Truth or dare, Richards?” Clint asked, turning to you.

“I’m feeling daring.” You replied.

“Give our Fearless Leader a lap dance.” Clint smirked, crossing his arms.

Clint and you hadn’t been on the best of terms since you’d come to live at the tower; especially seeing as you and Loki were incredibly close and he trusted Loki about as far as he could throw him. You narrowed your eyes at him.

Clint’s smirk widened, “You did promise to take Steve to a strip club and Loki said he’d pay for the lap dance, but Captain America can’t be seen at a strip club and why should Loki needlessly shell out his money?”

Loki’s face hardened, “You don’t have to do this; I can kill him.”

Clint laughed, “In a room full of Avengers? They’d be on you in five seconds.”

“I only need three.” Loki growled protectively.

Bucky sat in the corner with his arms crossed thinking he might help Loki if need be.

“If she’s chicken that’s fine. All bark no bite I guess.” Clint shrugged.

You raised a brow, knowing if you didn’t intervene there’d most likely be a fight; and Tony would be pissed seeing as he just finished redoing the floors, “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“What?!” Loki, Clint, Bucky, and Steve said in unison.

“You heard me.” You sassed, “JARVIS?”

“Yes miss Richards?” Jarvis asked.

“Play 'Hallelujah’ by Panic! At The Disco.” You replied, coming to stand in front of Steve who already had a blush blossoming around his neck, “You okay with this, Stevie?”

Steve gulped but eventually nodded, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be fine. It’ll be great.”

You gave him a sweet smile, “Just let me know if you want me to stop, okay? Your comfort and consent matters more than some stupid dare.”

Steve returned your smile, slightly more comfortable than he was a second ago, “I’m good, really. Just go easy on me.”

You giggled and whispered in his ear sultrily, “I’ll be gentle, Captain.”

Steve shivered and the music started.

Your hips started to sway, followed by the rest of your body; your movements fluid and easy. Steve’s eyes were wide and his mouth hung open slightly as he took in every flawless movement you made. You ran your hands from your neck, over your breasts, and down your curves, then back up again; continuing your swaying motion the whole time. You stepped towards Steve and parting his knees you slowly began weaving in between them, then you began slithering up his body to the beat. You planted your hands on his firm chest for support thus pushing him deeper into the couch cushions, his breathing visibly heavy at this point. You positioned yourself so that you were straddling Steve and his hands flew to your sides as if to keep himself grounded; his hands were huge but warm, the calloused yet soft skin of them resting on the exposed skin of your torso as he subconsciously began to rub small circles on your stomach with his thumbs. Steve suddenly realized what he was doing and dropped his hands to his side.

You let your nose brush lightly up his throat, nudging his Adam’s apple lightly, to his chin, along the left side of his jaw, and finally stopping to giggle in his ear, “You can touch me, Stevie-boy.”

Steve nodded, unable to verbally respond at the moment, and let his hands return to their previous position on you.

You continued dancing against Steve, eventually letting your hands wander; touching as much of his body as you could. You started by tracing his fingers then moving to his hands and arms, squeezing his magnificent biceps then giving his shoulders the same treatment, you traced his collarbones and pecs lightly, and finally let you fingers run lightly over his amazing abs which you could see -even through his t-shirt- were tensing and relaxing under your touch. The song had about thirty seconds left and you decided to up the ante. Steve’s eyes widened as you rolled your hips against his and began lightly grinding on him; his breath hitched as you kept your pace ignoring his obvious arousal and need for more friction. Just as the last word of the song rung out, you gave a hard thrust; Steve’s grip on you tightened (you’d definitely have a few Steve-shaped bruises that you’d have to cover up for Tony’s sake) as he threw his head back and gave a long, low moan.

You let Steve get his bearings before kissing his cheek and crawling off of his lap, taking a seat next to him and softly stroking the hand of his that held yours tightly. You turned and smirked at the rest of the group; Darcy and Wanda returned your smirk and both raised their glasses to you, Vision nodded in approval though he didn’t understand the purpose of the dance, Sam’s and Pietro’s mouths hung open and their eyes were about the size of saucers, Loki just shook his head and smiled, Bucky was quiet with his mouth pressed into a thin line, and Clint held an expression that was a mix of impressed, shocked, and awed.

“Its definitely his favorite game now.” Sam smiled.

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anonymous asked:

I'm the anon that asked about the angel/demon AU and YES, I'd be absolutely interested in reading about that meeting!

here you go! 

Harry and Louis meet sometime around 1500 BC, though Louis has always been fuzzy with exact dates; a product of being immortal, one could safely say, is that each day seems exactly like the last until one looks back and realizes a decade has passed. But it’s somewhere near 1500 BC, or, as Heaven and Hell know it, 1500 years before the Big Thing happens, and it’s in Greece.

Louis may not know the day, or even the exact year they met—and damn does Harry give him hell for that in the centuries that follow, “How do I love someone who doesn’t even know our anniversary?” while he dimples like, well, an angel—but Louis knows it’s Greece, knows the exact spot in Greece, too, a rocky cliff looking over the city that is becoming a world landmark.  

The king of Athens is about to die after sitting comfortably on the throne for about fifty years, and the resulting chaos is looking to be perfect for a usurper or a demon wearing a human suit to take control. Louis has been sent for crowd control; not the most glamorous of jobs, but it beats being bored at home.

Heed my words, and obey, he’d heard, and he’d snapped to attention automatically, abandoning his post watching over the sages who were just starting to pen the Vedas, or what will become known as the Vedas (again, timelines are hard when you know the basics of the entirety of humanity’s past, present, and future). The words rattled inside his head, Saint Michael making sure Louis heard him over the chatter nearby. Cecrops draws near to death, Michael told him, and now a band of demons was stalking the city, looking for the powerful but easily swayed to follow their bidding.

Spare not a one, Michael’s voice echoed, nearly giving Louis a headache.

“Got it,” Louis said, squinting up at the pearly blue sky. He couldn’t see Michael from there, but he knew Michael could see him; Louis stuck a sarcastic thumbs up in his direction. “Kill the bad guys, save the city.”

And so Louis closed his eyes, and when he opens them he’s made the jump from the little village along the Ganges to the small outcrop of trees and rocks that is a perfect vantage spot over Greece’s turmoil.  Demons abounding, apparently, Louis thinks to himself as he settles in for a long wait, but Cecrops isn’t dead yet, so he’ll have a bit of a wait. Might as well catch a nap in the warm midday sun.

Louis wakes later with the oddest feeling that he’s not alone. The thin cloth draped over him confirms it.

“Good afternoon,” says a pleasant voice in Latin. Louis turns his head to the left and, for the first time in a long time, is surprised.

Salve,” Louis answers automatically. “Who are you?”

“Herakleitos,” says the boy cheerfully. Sunlight seems to reflect off of his pale skin and Louis wonders if this is some sort of vision; he keeps blinking, but no, the boy is still there. “My friends call me Harry.”

“Leilel,” Louis says in return, feeling like the words are falling out of his mouth instead of being chosen by his brain. “I prefer Louis, though.”

“Lou-is,” Harry repeats, the Grecian accent twisting the unfamiliar name. “That’s interesting, what does it mean?”

“It means ‘famous battle’ in French,” Louis answers. “Or, it will. When French is invented.”

Harry’s eyes go wide. “How do you know that?”

And Louis’ eyes narrow, because the wind just shifted and he can suddenly smell -

“Sulfur,” he spits, scrambling to his feet. “You’re a demon.” The wind blows again, and the scent gets clearer; is that brimstone? “A new demon. You must’ve just crawled out of the pit, you smell brand new.”

Harry stands as well, frowning slightly. “So?” he asks, and is he pouting? Who is this guy? “I thought we were having a nice conversation, I didn’t realize we had to bring species and smells into it.”

“I can’t talk to a demon,” Louis says, scandalized. “They’ll- they’ll-”

“They’ll what?”

And Louis stops, because, “I don’t know.” He doesn’t know of a single angel that has ever willingly associated with a demon. There are a few he’s familiar with for work-related reasons, but they only really talk when the humans have gone and gotten themselves in trouble again and demons and angels alike have to work to keep the species alive, like that time with the Tower of Babel and the whole discovery of fire thing.

“It can’t be that bad of a punishment, if you don’t know,” Harry says with a shrug.

“It’s not about punishment,” Louis says.

“What’s it about, then?”

“I- I just- Demons are evil,” Louis says weakly, and it sounds like a feeble excuse even in his own ears.

Harry doesn’t scoff or roll his eyes or get offended, all of which Louis was prepared for; instead, he cocks his head to the side and looks at Louis like he can see right through him. A shiver runs down Louis’ spine.

“I don’t feel evil,” Harry says. “And I haven’t done evil. I’m just a boy who was pushed out of my home and sent here with a job to do.”

He doesn’t look evil, either—his wild curls are reminiscent of the legends of his namesake, Hera, and they’re only barely restrained from being tossed by the wind by a circlet of white flowers that look suspiciously like hemlock. His arms are even colored and light like silk, his chiton whiter than white and falling artfully to the middle of his thighs.

He doesn’t look like a demon. Louis knows he is one, that’s obvious from the scent and the way his senses keep buzzing with danger, danger every time Harry makes a move. But he doesn’t look like the demons he’s dealt with before, who took the bodies of giant, strong men to look intimidating, or beautiful, poisonous women to have the world fall at their feet.

“Whose body is that?” Louis asks after a moment, because just because the human didn’t look devilish when he was alive doesn’t mean the demon that entered the body isn’t just trying to trick him.

“Herakleitos,” Harry repeats. “He was sick, and dying, and he wanted out. He passed on and I took his body.”

And he isn’t lying: Louis can sense the disease inside the body, a dark spot in his lungs that someday humans will call cancer. It’ll burn away because of the demon’s presence in the next few days, probably, leaving the body like new again.

“What’s your name, then?”

Harry licks his lips. “I didn’t have one.”

“You didn’t,” Louis says flat, disbelieving. When Harry picks at his lip like he’s nervous, Louis marvels, “You actually didn’t. You’re not high enough in the ranks to earn a name, but they sent you above ground for a job?”

“They say I have potential,” Harry smiles, and this time Louis can see it; it’s innocence edged in gold, like a benign blade with a sharpened edge. Deadly, but so beautiful you almost don’t notice.

Louis’ stomach flips.

“And what is it?” he asks, feeling a little breathless, because things have been the same for a long time, but this isn’t. It’s new. It’s new in a world of old and Louis didn’t even know he needed it.

“What’s what?” Harry asks.

“What’s your job?”

“Oh. To make sure Cranaus doesn’t become king. What’s yours?”

“To make sure Cranaus becomes king.”

They grin at each other, and, somewhere in the distance, there’s a crack of lightning over the sea. As clouds cover the sun, Harry grabs Louis’ hand.

“May the best man win,” he says, and Louis laughs. It’s been so long since he’s done so that it hurts his throat.

“I plan to,” he says brightly, and then he and Harry are racing towards the temple, their laughter painting the air behind them as they dodge through the streets.

The Hiker and The Backfire Deduction~ ASiB

Out of all the techniques used in BBC Sherlock, I think my favorite is the use of mirrors. The Hiker and The Backfire are among one of the most complicated, and lSiT breaks it down beautifully in this. 

myc1ara asked: Hello! I absolutely love your M-theory! I thought it was brilliant! I have an observation that I would like your opinion on: in ASiB, the same music plays when Mycroft receives the text from Moriarty in the scene that the driver sees the hiker killed just after he shows up in 221B. What do you make of that?

I planned to cover this in the S&S entry for A Scandal in Belgravia, but I’ll do it now…

It’s EXTREME heartbreak music. And because it’s so extreme, it’s used sparingly: we only ever hear it three times, iirc:

1. the hiker deduction (this is the big thing)

2. Mycroft being devastated by Moriarty’s text

3. Sherlock’s epiphany that it’s about to be “too late” when he drops his champagne glass before toasting John’s marriage.

So what about that hiker, eh? What could that possibly do with heartbreak? Well, we know it’s got something to do with something important because a lot of time is spent on it and it has NO relevance to the plot of ASiB.

It’s actually my favorite subtext in the show, because it’s a tricky one: it’s BEAUTIFULLY constructed and terribly clever. The hiker and the client who sees the hiker are both mirrors for John, but separate parts of him. I’ll set up why each is a mirror, and then explain what’s going on in the scene.

Then for the hell of it, I’ll tell you John’s other mirror in the episode, because it’s a quick one. This is pretty long (pictures and videos, too), so here’s a cut:

First, keep this in mind: I’ve said over and over that the pool scene is where John realizes he’s undeniably in love with Sherlock. (If you don’t believe me now, see how you feel at the end of this.) Before that point John may have suspected, may have told himself it was just a crush, whatever. But he was willing to give his life at the pool, and that changed things for both John and Sherlock. On the surface, you’d think they left the pool and never thought about it again, but that’s the exact opposite of reality. The entirety of A Scandal in Belgravia is both of them wrestling with what they think are hopeless feelings for the other.

Second, John’s blog tells us exactly what he did after the pool debacle: took a trip to New Zealand with Sarah, which is good, right? We learned in The Great Game John hadn’t had sex with her yet, and there was no point during the episode he could have done so, so hey, nice going, John, must have gotten laid! …Except, huh, they broke up there. They went all the way to New Zealand together… and broke up there. What could have happened?

In the comments, Sherlock says John didn’t tell him he broke up with her. John didn’t want to talk about whatever precipitated it, apparently.

Oh well, guess it’s just a mystery!

So let’s meet the client.

First thing is he dresses like John:

And we get this odd shot with John sitting behind him, literally in the background of the guy’s story. We almost always see John and Sherlock looking at the clients together, but this time it’s intentionally framed this way.

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Prince Nico - Part 3

Nico and Will weren’t as stealthy as they thought on their date, now Nico has to cope with information-hungry journalists, as well as an overprotective (and let’s be honest, slightly overbearing) Father. 


Honestly, Nico should have expected this. His date with Will went better than he ever could’ve hoped. But it was too good to be true, because as he’s sitting, having breakfast with Bianca, his Father walks in and puts a newspaper down right in front of him.

’Prince Nico: GAY?!’ The headline reads, and Nico feels his stomach drop to the floor. There’s a picture as well, slightly fuzzy, but still clear enough to see. It’s of their kiss. There’s a picture of him, on the front page of the newspaper, kissing a guy. Shit.

This is bad. So very very bad.

He feels Bianca lean in to read over his shoulder as he moves on to the article. Thankfully, there’s no mention of Will’s name. The article is more about his closeted feelings than the actual date itself, which relieves Nico no end.

He looks up after reading the last sentence, meeting his father’s eyes. He doesn’t say anything, just waits for the inevitable rage to burst out. Surprisingly, that’s not what happens.

“I’m sorry.” His father says instead, and Nico’s eyes widen at the words. He also hears a small gasp coming from Bianca’s direction. His father never apologizes. In fact, Nico can’t recall a single instance of his father admitting fault of any kind.

“You’re not…mad?” Nico asks, more shocked at his father’s behaviour than the article in front of him at this point.

“Oh, I’m mad alright.” Hades growls, sitting in his regular seat at the head of the table. “Those fools on your protection team, they’re who’s to blame for this. They should have prevented this from happening, it’s their fucking job!”

Hades moves to pile some toast onto his plate, muttering obscenities under his breath. Nico takes this as a sign to continue eating, though he doesn’t have much of an appetite anymore. He can feel Bianca’s eyes boring into him, but he ignores her.

“I don’t understand why you’re apologising.” He says quietly, pushing the cereal around in his bowl.

“Well, it’s not the most ideal way to come out to the entire world.” Hades says gruffly. “I know more than most people how tough it can be to deal with those leeches that work for the press.” He gestures to the abandoned newspaper. “We’ll have to deal with this very delicately if we want to come out of this on top. You have interview training all day today, don’t give me that look!” Interview training has to be Nico’s least favorite activity ever. “You need to be prepared for the shitstorm of nosy reporters and broken hearted fangirls.”

Nico sighs, accepting his fate.

“Oh, and Nico? I want to meet him.”


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Hello there, everyone! Well this is my first fic rec EVER so I decided to keep it simple and just post my top 3 (so far, ‘cause I believe there’s still some great fics that I still haven’t read). These 3 fanfics made me feel like I was part of them somehow?! I don’t know, they are all just so well written and I honestly wouldn’t change a single thing. Enough about me, let’s start this thing:

1 - Who Knew (130,324 words) by (the amazing) sincewewereeighteen 

Author’s Summary:

Louis remembers clearly the night everything fell apart.

There are moments in life you just can’t forget. For him, there are some that just will never leave his mind: singing Torn, his first Award Ceremony, What Makes You Beautiful on the radio for the first time, bus 1 with Zayn, recording Fireproof with Liam and the look on Harry’s face when he told Louis that he loved him, but they were done.

[OR: the one in which my mind goes to a really dark place thanks to this ridiculous reality we’re living right now and Louis cheats on Harry and gets a girl pregnant]


“Why didn’t you tell me before? I mean… A baby is a new low for them.” He sounded upset. Louis wanted to die.

      “H…” He whispered. God, he had forgotten how to use words. Well, he wished he had anyway. He wished he didn’t exist. “’S not a stunt.”

“What?” Confusion flashed through his face the exact moment Louis chose to look into his emerald eyes. Thinking now, he should’ve tried to memorize the love Harry’s eyes held for him.

• MY THOUGHTS: This fic hurts SO GOOD, like I honestly get chills everytime I read this (I’ve read it like, 8 times by now) and what I love the most about it, besides the amazing angst writing, is the way Harry and Louis interact with their families. There’s plenty of Harry and Louis with kids in this fic, so yeah, it’s safe to say that you’re going to like it as much as I do. 

Trust me, your heart will break, melt, break some more and then it will finally get mended with lots and lots of emotional and fluffy scenes. JUST GO READ IT.

2 - Butterfly Gun (100,302 words) by era vain

Author’s Summary:

Harry has never been much of a fighter, but—as always—where Louis Tomlinson is concerned, a lot of things stop being true.

1940’s AU. Even after six years apart, they can’t forget their shared wartime childhood.


“You—” Harry swallowed, trying to put it into words. There was something almost frantic about it. “Louis… You make me feel that way, too.” He hoped he’d made himself clear enough as he watched for the flicker in Louis’ eye.

The moment stretched forever.

“I don’t believe you,” Louis whispered.

Harry’s heart stuttered, but he wasn’t dense; he knew Louis wouldn’t have brought it up had he not had some inkling. He had to know. And so, bravely, holding Louis’ gaze with a fearlessness he only wished extended to his pounding heart, he murmured, “Yes, you do.”

MY THOUGHTS: I’m pretty sure this one is a classic. The emotional attachment that I have for this fic is gigantic. The first time I read it, I cried like a baby on the bus on my way to college and let’s just say that I was so freaking thankful that it was so early that the sun hadn’t even come up so people couldn’t see me crying. Anyways, I cried in public thanks to this masterpiece. What I love the most about this fic is how the homosexuality subject is brought, it’s written in the most honest and pure way and I think that’s what makes me love this fic so much. Harry and Louis are perfectly written as kids, in my opinion, so yeah, I would not change a single thing about that as well. This fic is a must-read, so stop whatever you’re doing and read this.

3 - Wear It Like A Crown (141,303 words) by zarah5

Author’s Summary:

AU. As part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in Buckingham Palace, Louis expects Prince Harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. Never mind that the very same Prince Harry used to star in quite a number of Louis’ teenage fantasies.


“Anytime,” Louis told him. “Thank you for trusting me with this.” It came out too intense, and he quickly shaped his tone into something much lighter. “Promise I won’t stop being a thorn in your side.” 

“I’d expect no less.” Harry’s words were laced with gentle humour, and Louis needed to end this conversation before he said something stupid. Something like, I used to have the most embarrassing crush on you.

“Sleep well, little Prince,” he managed, bordering on affectionate, and yes, he did need to end this conversation right the fuck now. “I’ll call you tomorrow with some options on how to do this thing, all right?”

“All right,” Harry echoed. He sounded cautiously excited, a little disbelieving.

“Hey.” Louis softened his voice. “I mean it, you know? I think this is bloody fantastic. And I’m proud to be a part of it in some way.”

• MY THOUGHTS: Another classic, I believe. This fanfic is just AMAZING, honestly. What I enjoy the most when reading this, is how Louis and Harry’s relationship is built, like, you actually get to see both sides points of view and not just one caracter’s. OT5 is also amazing in this fic and that always makes me happy :) There’s obviously angst on it but I believe it’s not the main point of the fic. What I also love about this is how some social subjects are brought and discussed in the most subtle and polite way possible. This fic is absolutely gold, so yeah, go read it.