use music a lot to cope with things so i thought having a mix like this might help

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i hope you don’t mind a modern au—i thought it suited this prompt best!

11) things you said when you were drunk


take a shot, leave your lip gloss

[jonxsansa, modern au ~5k+]

and i don’t wanna leave this bar until i get your number
and if i’m being honest i can’t wait to get you home

—the summer set


Sansa doesn’t usually hit the bars by herself; it’s no fun, and if she fancies a drink alone she’d prefer to cozy up on her couch with a bottle of moscato and a bad film, or that playlist of break-up songs Margaery put on her computer after that nasty split with Joffrey. (Fuck Joff, by the way.)

Tonight, though, Sansa’s not sure that the power of goddess Gloria Gaynor can help her. She can’t bear to shut herself up in the confines of her small apartment with nothing but her own thoughts to keep her company. On a whim she’d spent far too much on a cab downtown and ended up at The Crow, a well-reputed dive bar that Margaery swore by because she knows a guy who knows a guy, et cetera, and Margaery had never steered her wrong before, especially not when it comes to a good mixed drink.

Sansa sits alone at the end of the bar and wishes Margaery was in town, but she’s on a trip with her grandmother and won’t be back for weeks. There are few others who Sansa feels particularly comfortable confiding in: her sister Arya is a phone call away, but she’s also four hours away at some rugby match, neither of their younger brothers are old enough to tag along, and Sansa couldn’t bear to text Robb. He would know something was wrong, and Sansa just knows he’d get all overprotective big brother when he inevitably wrangled an explanation from her. She loves him for that, but right now it’s not what she needs. Right now she just needs someone to listen so she doesn’t have to keep thinking about it.

Right now she also needs another drink, but the bartender who’d been waiting on her the past hour must have clocked out because he’s nowhere in sight. He’d been a nice chap, Sansa reflects as she drums her fingers next to her empty glass. Sam, his name was, and he’d had a kind face and he must have seen right through her because Sansa had never had an amaretto sour with quite so much kick. Not that she’s complaining—the kick is what she’d come for.

She’s drawing patterns in the puddle of condensation her glass left behind when someone says her name—“Sansa?”

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Sol 6

Chris Beck x Reader

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Summary: You’re part of the Ares III crew, on sol 6 you’re left behind on Mars with Mark. How will the both of you survive and will Beck ever realise your feelings for him.

Tagged: @thedark-sideofthedark

Originally posted by thesebbystan

Beth Johanssen spent an exceptional amount of time in the gym since they left Mars, you had been so close that the only way to forget that she had left you and Mark behind was to work her body until her legs felt like jelly.

“Keep that up and you might get more muscles than when we left,” Beck’s voice startled her, she looked behind her to see him leaning against the wall at the entrance to the gym. She turned back around and kept running but slowed it down to a lower speed.

“It helps,” was all she said.

Beck walked over, his jaw set tight. “I know,” he said quietly, he walked past her and stared out the windows and into the stars. He seemed to spend a lot of time doing that, Beth noted, as if if he looked hard enough you and Mark would magically appear in a rocket and yell at them for leaving them behind. God he wished that was possible, even if you hated him forever at least you would be alive.

The Hermes sped further and further away and with each passing mile all he could think about was how he had left your body on Mars, left to be cold and buried forever. He should have done something, he should have gone out and kept looking for you, he should have agreed with you and Watney and convinced the others to wait the storm out. It was his fault.

“It’s not your fault,” Beth said, Beck could see her reflection in the window come up behind him. Beth knew what he was thinking because she was thinking it too, after you Beth was his best friend on the crew. He hadn’t really talked to her since the incident because he knew if he started talking as if nothing had happened he would break down, so he didn’t talk to anyone. “We couldn’t have stopped it from happening,” she said quietly, placing a hand on his arm.

“We still left them there.”

Beth bit her lip, she couldn’t argue with that. “They wouldn’t have wanted us to stay, they’d want us to be safe up here,” she reasoned, though she didn’t believe it herself.

—-

“I can’t believe those dicks left us stranded here,” you groaned, Mark had thankfully found a way to grow potatoes. After spending an entire day practically breaking your back lugging dirt into the HAB you then had to mix up everyone’s shit for bacteria for the potatoes to grow in. It reeked and it took everything you had to not throw up.

Mark chuckled from beside you as he spooned the shit-mix into the ground, though he looked a little green himself. “Why so? Is it because of Lewis’ disco music? The lack of variety in our finest freeze dried food? The fact that we have to handle everyone’s crap?” he listed.

“Yes, yes and yes,” you grumbled, planting potatoes on the adjacent row. You hoped to god that this was all worth it and the potatoes actually did grow, otherwise this whole day would have been pointless. It took about another hour or so to fill up all the space in your make-shift farm and you still had a few bits of potatoes and shit-mix left. You scrunched your nose as you eyed the mix, even with nose plugs you could smell it, taste it in the air. “We should turn rover 1 into a miniature farm with the leftovers,” you called over to Mark.

Mark nodded, “Good idea,” he agreed. You would have to bring the rover inside the HAB considering it didn’t have an airlock so every time you opened the door the plants would be exposed to the Martian atmosphere and die. So you had to bring it inside the HAB so that didn’t happen, which meant you had to dismantle it.

You and Mark put on your space suits and went outside, first you worked on the inside to take out the seats and control panel to clear the floor for your mini farm. Then you rolled it over to the airlock, took off the wheels then had to carry it inside the HAB yourselves.

The both of you decided to put it just outside the larger farm and you would have to water it manually each day compared to the automatic water making system you would have to set up pretty soon if you wanted the potatoes to survive. You used up the rest of the potatoes and finally you could just relax and eat some food. All the work had strained the wound on your leg and even Mark had popped a staple in his side. Thankfully you hadn’t, but your leg was aching and you had to lie down.

Your laptop had all the episodes of your favourite show downloaded, you lay on your bed watching the episodes and you could hear Mark making a log in the background. In this moment you could pretend that everything was normal, that the crew were all still here and doing their thing, that that storm had never hit and everyone was okay. In truth you were glad the crew were safe on the Hermes, you would never wish for any of them to be trapped down here with you and Mark.

It would have been too late to stop the MAV tipping and you were glad the others had managed to escape safely, even if it meant leaving you behind. It was the right call to make. Still, you missed them, a ten month journey here and years of training had brought you all so close. They were your family through and through.

Mark finished his vlog and flopped down on the bed next to you silently, you lay your head on his shoulder taking comfort in the fact that you weren’t completely alone down here. If you were you had no idea how you would cope, you never would have thought to grow potatoes so you knew you would have died after a while anyway. “I miss Beck,” you said, your voice quiet. Mark and Martinez were like your brothers but Beck was so much more to you, his presence had always calmed you down and made you feel safe. He didn’t tease you like the others and you could have long conversations about work and your lives, you couldn’t help but miss him the most.

“I know,” Mark replied quietly, comfortingly. He didn’t tease you this time, he knew how close you and Beck were and how lost you must be feeling without him. Even he missed the doctor the most out of the rest of the crew. Chris always made people feel safe and despite being one of the quieter ones he didn’t hesitate to crack an unexpected joke which had the whole team in laughter. You were usually bubbly and fun, Mark hated seeing you so down- not that he could blame you, stuck on Mars was hardly an ideal situation. Mark hoped the two of you would somehow get off this godforsaken planet, maybe then you would be happy again.

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A/N- bit of Beth and Chris platonic fluff because I think they would still be close friends. As always tell me what you think and requests are open xx

One Shots

It’s been over a year since Louis broke up with Harry and Harry still believes in forever. And maybe the world does, too. 

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are the bane of each other’s existences. Unfortunately, they’re already in love–even if they aren’t completely aware of this minor detail.[A “You’ve Got Mail” AU]

Harry and Louis have been together for 20 years. Harry cheats. Louis cries. Harry is given a year to fix their marriage. 

“Harry’s a player. All he does is chat everyone up. And guys like him are just–so ugh. He’s got that arrogant, self-assured smirk plastered to his face all the time. Always smug and stupid, like he could get anyone he lays his eyes on. All he does is make me mad and laugh all the time like he knows something that I don’t. That is so annoying.”

“But that’s just Harry,” Niall shrugged at Louis. “He doesn’t even try to flirt or anything. He’s just naturally charming, but that doesn’t mean he’s a player nor that he’s trying to get into everyone’s pants. He’s just friendly. And he likes you. He doesn’t usually fall for people, but he fell for you.”

“Oh, should I feel special then?” Louis asked, snorting and rolling his eyes.

or Harry’s a frat boy who is head over heels for Louis and Louis wants nothing to do with him.

So there’s this boy, and he’s got a giant bouquet of roses and a laugh that makes Louis think of sunshine, and he called Louis pretty, so maybe Louis should go out on a Valentine’s Day date with him. 

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

Thing was, Louis hated secrets, and he really hated being made a fool of, and he really, really hated Harry Styles.

or: the one in which they’re all in sixth form together, and Harry auditions for X Factor without them.

“So let me get this straight. You took Mr. Squiggles from the classroom habitat, took him with you on your fieldtrip to the zoo, and released him in the aviary?”

Harry Styles is a single father, just trying to keep his life organized after losing his husband four years earlier. Between his daughter, Liam’s hellion twins, and Sophia throwing him into any romantic tangle she can think of, life gets a little crazy. Of course, everything changes the moment Lo and the twins get interested in their school musical, The Wizard of Oz. Because the new director, Louis Tomlinson, is just about the most attractive man that Harry has ever seen.

Featuring adorable Dad Harry, hotshot actor Louis, three sassy kids, a badass Sophia Smith, and a Liam who just wants all their kids to be well behaved.

Louis has eyes that could burn down cities. Harry wants to be made of skyscrapers and bridges and concrete.

(or Harry is the editor of the university newspaper and has been in love with an anonymous poet for a year.)

Harry and Louis are best friends. Harry has the whole “crush” thing under control, honestly. Until, of course, he moves in with Louis and his baby.

AU. after eight years, louis finally has everything he’s wanted. except for harry.

“There’s a boy sitting on the opposite roof. He’s dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, hunched over a book. Almost as if he can feel that Louis is (somewhat creepily, but, well) looking at him, he lifts his gaze from his book and meets Louis’ eyes.

Louis’ very first thought when their eyes meet is that the boy is really pretty.”

Inspired by the tags on this post. Louis and Harry are twelve and ten years old respectively the first time they meet, and everything after that just kind of happens, really.

Louis finally looked up from his mess on Harry’s face, looking him in the eyes. “You look lovely,” He said with a straight face, poking Harry’s nose.

“Thank you, Louis. Take me to the Prom, won’t you?”

“Maybe when you’re not twelve, bud,”

**

or Harry is a freshman and Louis is a junior and proms coming up and Louis is kind of in love with Harry and Harry is kind of in love with Louis and its just a mess of high school emotions and fluff

In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin.

Louis couldn’t be prouder of his bake, but there’s something—there’s something. Something about Harry Styles and the earnest way he measures, pours, mixes, scrapes. Something about the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth as he knocks the air out of his batter.

or a great british bake off au in which louis cares about winning and winning only, harry is made of sunshine and rainbow sprinkles, and niall sticks his nose into other people’s business. also featuring liam as louis’s best friend-slash-concerned mother, and zayn as a macaron connoisseur.

Harry tags along with his (kind of, maybe) boyfriend Nick to football game and tries his best not to be annoying. He meets a pretty boy along the way.

louis and harry have been best friends for as long as anyone can remember, whenever somebody mistakes them for a couple, they are both quick to deny. until one day, they stop denying it.

basically louis and harry are best friends and one of them finally works up the nerve to make a move

AU. So, yeah. That year abroad helped Harry establish that he is in love with his best friend. Now, if Louis would stop treating him like a little brother, that would be awesome. (Additional ingredients: a collapsing tree house, a lot of pining, the other three boys as Louis’ new best mates from university, and a camping trip. Serve hot.)

Uni AU. Sometimes, Louis poses as Harry’s boyfriend. It doesn’t mean anything. Really.

On rainy days, Anne built Harry and Louis blanket forts in the family room and they’d spend hours inside, talking and laughing and reading stacks of books by torchlight. In the darkness, their silhouettes were stitched to the sheets of the brightly-lit tent like cameos in a golden locket. Part of her wished she could keep them that way forever, wished they would be children forever, their sun-browned skin smelling of salt, their little arms tight around her neck as they pulled her into a hug.

“We’re two different types of people, Liam. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. Trust me, we’d never date.” Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon.

“Just because you can get me hard doesn’t mean I like you,” Louis whispered. The fact was, he didn’t like Harry right now, not at all. Not even a bit.

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry murmured, his breath fanning over Louis’ cock as he spoke. “You done telling me how much you hate me so I can suck you off?”

It’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.

-

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

Louis runs a record label and Harry is his daughter’s new nanny. Over the course of a year, Harry helps Louis learn what it really is to be a father and somehow they find an unexpected home in each other.

Or, the kid fic where Louis wants to make Harry a star, Zayn just needs everyone to stop being stupid, Niall laughs his arse off at everything, Liam attempts to keep things in order and Harry takes a chance.

“Oops!” A deep and slow voice fills Louis’ ears as an arm reaches around his waist, to keep Louis from rebounding into another white-outfitted body – this time a short young girl who could only be gymnast.

“Hi,” Louis replies as he turns to smile up at the person and thank him for preventing Louis’ life from dissolving into a real-life game of Pong, but the words dry up in his throat when he sees.

The person is a boy, tall and lanky with curly brown hair pushed away from his face messily and held back by a gaudy Union Jack scarf, green eyes sparkling from all the camera flashes and impossibly pink lips curled in a wide smile that nearly encompasses his whole face.

And Louis recognizes him instantly. And he thinks that maybe if walking into the Olympic Stadium during the opening ceremony wasn’t enough, having Harry Styles’ arm around him might be the killing blow.

Also known as an Olympics AU where Harry is a pro tennis player, and Louis is a pro footballer. They meet at the opening ceremony and fall in love, obviously.

ridiculous self-indulgent high school au. louis’s best friend’s little brother suddenly got very attractive.

Harry had tried to get used to the attention fame had brought him - had learned to at least pretend to deal with the rumours and speculation about every aspect of his life, had learned to pretend to be all right with the paparazzi shadowing his every move, had learned to pretend to cope with too-many-fans mobbing him whenever he went anywhere - but after being outed all too publicly, it all became too much. A break from it all on island in the middle of the Pacific, far away from everything and anything seemed to be just the sort of thing Harry needed.

A distraction was even better, especially when it came in the form of a gorgeous surfing instructor with a smile that could outshine the sun - even if a summer romance hadn’t been on the original agenda. A heart-shaped island in the middle of the ocean was probably sort of place to fall in love. But Louis had his own reasons for being in Tavarua, and those might just mean that neither of them get the happy ending they’re looking for.

Notting Hill-esque AU set in Fiji.

Harry falls asleep a 17 year-old who lives in Cheshire and is probably rockstar Louis Tomlinson’s biggest fan. He wakes up 24 with a wedding ring on his finger, two kids, and Louis Tomlinson attempting to wake him up with a blow job. The doctor calls it organic retrograde amnesia, says he might never get back the last seven years of his life. The only thing that feels the same is how he feels when Louis touches him, and maybe that’s enough to make him fall in love all over again.

Tumblr!AU.

Louis is an insecure mess and he hides behind his blog. Harry’s a boy with a personality too bright and he’s everything Louis thought he would hate. They end up falling in love.

AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat come with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days. Could it be a friendly ghost? Another friendly presence in his new building is his tattooed neighbor, Louis, who seems determined to put a smile back on his face.

“Mate, you can dress him up in a tutu and upload it to YouTube, I don’t care as long as he’s alive when I come back.”

Harry gasps. “How did you know I have three tiny cat tutus?”

“You sound like the crazy type.”

Or, the AU where Harry is a pet-sitter for the rich and famous, and Louis is rich and famous.

AU. Louis’ ex doesn’t get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage.

“So here’s the thing,” he starts. “I didn’t mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn’t like it because their opinions shouldn’t matter, you know?” Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, “And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven’t been wearing any and I think you should because that’s what you like.”
or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis’ just trying to figure out whats wrong with him

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I wanted to ask you something but if it’s too personal then please just ignore this ask because I don’t want to annoy or upset you. I love reading your posts and I look up to you a lot. You are such a genuinely lovely person and I’m so glad the fandom has someone like you. :) I was just wondering how your bipolar disorder affected your education. Because my mental health issues are seriously affecting mine right now. My work is suffering and it’s making me feel worse :( How did you cope?

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