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greencruz · 2 years

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dedicate + todos os nossos couples

SEND ME “DEDICATE” FOR A SONG DEDICATED TO YOUR MUSE FROM MINE : ACCEPTING !

nesse aqui eu coloquei a dedicação deles e as minhas pra eles.

YOHAN & GYURI.

mardy bum - arctic monkeys (dele)

well, now then, mardy bum ive seen your frown and it's like looking down the barrel of a gun and it goes off and out come all these words oh, there's a very pleasant side to you a side i much prefer it's one that laughs and jokes around remember cuddles in the kitchen, yeah to get things off the ground and it was up, up and away well, now then, mardy bum oh, i'm in trouble again, aren't i? i thought as much 'cause you turned over there pulling that silent disappointment face the one that i can't bare

sucker - jonas brothers (dele)

we go together better than birds of a feather, you and me we change the weather, yeah i'm feeling heat in december when you're 'round me. i've been dancing on top of cars and stumbling out of bars i follow you through the dark, can't get enough you're the medicine and the pain, the tattoo inside my brain and, baby, you know it's obvious i'm a sucker for you you say the word and i'll go anywhere blindly i'm a sucker for you, any road you take, you know that you'll find me i'm a sucker for all the subliminal things no one knows about you and you're making the typical me break my typical rules it's true, i'm a sucker for you.

the louvre - lorde (minha)

well, summer slipped us underneath her tongue our days and nights are perfumed with obsession half of my wardrobe is on your bedroom floor use our eyes, throw our hands overboard i am your sweetheart psychopathic crush drink up your movements, still i can't get enough i overthink your punctuation use not my fault, just a thing that my mind do a rush at the beginning i get caught up, just for a minute but lover, you're the one to blame all that you're doing, can you hear the violence? megaphone to my chest broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it

GALE & MAISIE.

stutter - marianas trench (dele)

i know i never make this easy, it's easier to disappear. you said give me something that i can go on together, yeah anywhere but here. and i'm begging you bring me back to life i just can't stand leaving you alone tonight it's too late to go already taken me forever just to try you know one for the money, two for the show three to get ready, and four to go for the life of me i don't know why it took me so long to see. i just stutter, stutter, stutter di-di-di-di-di-did i?

talk too much - coin (minha)

caffeine, small talk wait out the plastic weather mmhmm, uh uh, discussing current events i'll take my time i'm not the forward thinker you read my mind better to leave it unsaid... why can't I leave it unsaid? you know i talk too much honey, come put your lips on mine and shut me up we could blame it all on human nature stay cool, it's just a kiss oh, why you gotta be so talkative? i talk too much, we talk too much

superboy & supergirl - tullycraft (minha)

superboy, supergirl, i've got a question for super world: what gets you through who gets you past and how do you fly so fast.?superboy's got his problems and girl's got her hang-ups and i know that it can't be easy to be superboy in a messed up world these days or a supergirl in a thankless world these days. i said, please don't let them get you down because you're the only superheroes in our town

BIRDY & HENRI.

starlight - muse (dela)

far away this ship is taking me far away far away from the memories of the people who care if i live or die i will be chasing a starlight until the end of my life i don't know if it's worth it anymore. my life, you electrify my life let's conspire to ignite all the souls that would die just to feel alive. i'll never let you go if you promise not to fade away. our hopes and expectations black holes and revelations hold you in my arms i just wanted to hold you in my arms

on melancholy hill - gorillaz (minha)

up on Melancholy Hill there's a plastic tree are you here with me? just looking out on the day of another dream. well you can't get what you want but you can get me, so let's set out to sea, love 'cause you are my medicine when you're close to me.

sunlight - hozier (dela)

i had been lost to you, sunlight and flew like a moth to you, sunlight, oh, sunlight, your love is sunlight. all the tales the same told before and told again: a soul that's born in cold and rain knows sunlight and at last can grant a name to a buried and a burning flame as love and its decisive pain oh, my sunlight

#respondidas.#partner: nala.#o tempo que demorei nessa tbmm #e ainda cortei musicas

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a-complex-joke · 6 months

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The Toymaker Chapter 6

MASTERLIST

It had been years since then, Snow white and Prince James married, taking back their kingdom from the Evil Queen Regina.

Another royal wedding had taken place One between Cinderella and Prince Thomas, the very same price The Toymaker tried to seduce so long ago.

Unknown to the Toymaker, Rumpelstiltskin had made a deal with Cinderella eventually causing Him to be tricked, his powers presumably locked away forever as he would be.

"I swear They have No one here to make sure you don't escape"

"Emily? What, how did you do, why are you here."

"I thought you could use a friend, or two" she joked Pulling the doll out.

He took it from her admiring it like he had the first time he's seen it.

"My magic Isn't as great down here but she still has some life to her"

"But why, why go through the risk of being caught."

"Well as much as I think she needs you, you also need her."

He smiled at her, before quickly changing to be serious/

"You should go before they find you" She began to turn, following his warning.

"Wait, Regina, is gonna cast a powerful curse, it will affect all the realm. No one will remember their lives... Except me, my connection will be strong to this realm"

"Then Ill find you even if I have no idea who you are, or why i search for you."

They shook on it before parting again.

"And That's who you are, you're the toy maker, which means you have to find Rumpelstiltskin, you have to." Henry said Reading me the story.

"Well that was a very cool story, and how'd you guess Rumpelstiltskin was one of my favorite fairy tales"

Henry had, out of the blue, walked into my shop to read me his book, it was great background noise while I fixed up Gold's doll so I wasn't complaining.

"But for one using the logic of everyone here is a fairy tale, the odds ive already found Rumplestiltskin are high, and wouldn't he have said something by now, And second how would I even go about looking for him. What would I even do when I find him?"

"You must love him like you had before. Rumple and the Toymaker are meant to be together."

"But He's still in love with Belle right? The story is obviously about her unrequited love for the man, is she sad, yes but she understands his heart belongs to another."

"But belle is dead, Plus why would he tell you about the curse if he didn't care for you"

"The same reason she says she'll find him, False hope..."

Henry seemed a bit saddened by my blunt take.

"So Who's my Rumple then?"

"How should I know you're the one meant to find him"

"There you are Kid Thanks for watching him Penny" Emma said Walking in our direction. Before patting, be on the back and leave.

"Yeah no problem..."

All of a sudden I seemed to feel my head swirl.

Leaning against the counter, I look down at the doll in My hand.

"No, It can't be"

#fanfic #ouat #rumplestiltskin

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yourmidnightlover · 4 years

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rock

Summary - spencer wants to figure out what's wrong with you, only to be reminded what day it is and he remembers why you've been so distant.

TW: talk abt: rape, recovery, therapy, case stuff; mention of: drug addiction, rape, miscarriage, being shot, death lol

WC - 4,283

!DISCLAIMER! - i am in no way trying to romanticize recovery from a traumatic event or being upset/depressed/anxious. this is kinda my way of getting through my own issues, so please don't think that's what i'm trying to do in any way. i also don’t know how i feel abt this ending since i wrote it so long ago but oh well!

i just realized there are a few spoilers so i'll put *asterisks* around them. those parts are just explaining how the reader's always there for the team.

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you had always been the rock in spencer's life.

mentally, at least.

when he had nobody there for him when he was going through his addiction with dilaudid, there you were. you helped him through it when everybody else on the team acted as if they never noticed.

you were the one that encouraged him to get help, and pushed him to follow through. you made sure he ate and talked to someone when he had his urges again, even if it wasn't you.

you let him come over and cry about what had happened, and how unfair his life was. you consoled him and would tell him how nothing was his fault. how he didn't deserve anything bad in his life.

*and when emily 'died', he went to your house every day. you held him as he felt himself falling apart from losing her. you didn't even worry about yourself needing to be consoled, because spencer needed you to be there for him.

*when she came back you were the one to convince him to forgive her. you talked sense into him. you reminded him how much he pleaded to have her back, and then he did. so he managed to forgive her... because of you and your logic.

*and you weren't just there for spencer. while, yes, you made a special effort to be there for him, you were there for everyone on the team.

*when derek was arrested back in chicago and the team found out about his past, you were the one he leaned on for comfort. you and penelope. you let him cry on your shoulder and yell at you about how twisted a man would have to be to do something so cruel to a child.

*when jj was kidnapped and beaten to a miscarriage, you were the first she told. you didn't say anything. you knew there was nothing you could say that would relinquish the pain of losing a child. so you let her cry. you let her hug you for what felt like hours. you let her grief her unborn baby for as long as she needed.

*when penelope was shot, nobody cared to check up on her after the fact except you. you went to her apartment for weeks just to make sure she was okay. eventually, she was able to let loose all of her frustrations on you, and you took it like a champ. she ranted about how she just wanted to be loved by someone attractive and how unfair and cruel the world is, in spite of how much good she tries to bring into it.

*when hotch lost hailey, you took care of his files. you offered to watch henry and let hotch cry to you about losing her a few times once you broke past his tough exterior. you even cried with him and jack. you made them dinner whenever you could, and helped him look for good nannies to help care for jack.

*when rossi lost carolyn, you went to her grave with him on many occasions. you brought him his favorite scotch, which was very pricey, and his favorite cigars, also very pricey, and tried your best to recreate 'the rossi special' upon his directions. it helped him feel in control of something when he needed it.

*and when emily came back from the dead, you helped walk her through her own grief. she lost herself, and buried her emotions. you helped her dig up her old self, and grow into an even better woman. you even took care of her cat when penelope couldn't manage. you helped emily grieve her own death when she wanted to deny it ever happened, and she was forever grateful for you.*

you had become like the team's built-in therapist when something bad happened, and you loved it that way. you loved being the one the team went to when they needed it. it made you feel as though you had a purpose, which was something you desperately needed.

but when you went through your own trauma almost a year ago, you refused help from anyone. you knew you should've asked someone for help, or at least someone to cry or talk to when you needed to.

the team had been working on a case for longer than expected, 8 days now, and everyone was really frustrated. you had released the profile 7 days ago, and there was still no new information. it was as if the unsub had gone dormant, and you all couldn't bear that thought.

when the team released earlier than normal from the precinct and you all went to the hotel you had been staying at, you decided to get a drink from the bar quickly. you went alone, wanting to review a few of the case files during the process and not needing a distraction.

you ordered a jack and coke, and opened the case files to begin rereading them, seeing if you had missed anything.

victims were kept for 24 hours, filmed, raped, restrained, cut in pieces, and thrown in the trash like garbage. it was absolutely disgusting, and the worst you had seen in a while. the victims were low-risk and most of them had a place of authority.

the unsub had been profiled to be someone who was bossed around by a woman, narcissistic and egotistical, wanted to feel more power and authority.

the problem is, that profile was most people living in the area. even penelope couldn't dwindle down the suspects.

and alas, you had missed nothing. nothing new appeared or caught your eye. you gulped down the rest of your drink and paid for it before packing up your things to head upstairs. you tossed the file back into your bag and began the trek to the elevator.

you were interrupted by something hitting the top of your head, rendering you unconscious.

the team had woken up, and after waiting around for half an hour, spencer realized something was wrong. he had morgan bust into your room, only to find the bed unslept in. you were missing. and the worst part... you fit the unsubs type.

spencer felt his heart drop at the realization he had taken you. and it seemed as though there was no trail as to where you had gone. penelope checked the cameras, only to find that they were hacked right after you left the bar, and then they resumed after you were taken.

at least they had a time frame.

later that day, after everyone hasting to figure something, anything out, spencer had gotten an email. he opened it and expected it to be relentless spam, only to realize it was a live feed video. a video of you. he instantly called penelope in hopes that she could trace it.

she said she could, but it would take some time because the amount of routers it had been going through.

while they were waiting, you noticed you were alone. you knew who the unsub was too, thanks to his baffling stupidity and narcissism that lead him to believe he wouldn't get caught.

"officer johnson! it's officer johnson!" you looked around the camera for a second, noticing something moving. "he-he here," you cried out. "i love you," you said to the camera to nobody in particular, but someone in mind.

you were terrified. spencer could see it in your eyes. he could see the tears you tried not to shed. you didn't want to please him, but you couldn't help but feel the absolute horror and fear coursing through your body at a relentless pace.

"hi there, missus fbi," he teased, finally walking into the frame with a ski mask over his face, clearly not aware that we knew his identity.

spencer told garcia who he was, and she began her digging. officer johnson's great grandparents had owned a farm that was since then refurbished. it was an hour away.

officer johnson had known that you two had chemistry. that's why he sent the email to spencer. he saw the longing glares, the 'innocent' touches, the smiles you would give each other, the longing looks you shared. he wanted to torment him.

so when he began undressing you and you turned your face away from the camera in hopes of sparing some of your own dignity, spencer felt his heart breaking for you. it broke even more when he heard the yelps, and screams, and please, and "no!'s" you elicited during the act.

they caught him before he cut you, but not before he finished the first part of his plan. your skirt was ripped, and your shirt was practically in two pieces. spencer had given you his jacket to cover yourself as much as you could.

you stayed silent the ride back. you didn't even let spencer hold you like you normally would after a tough case. you were ashamed. embarrassed. you felt worthless. you felt pathetic. you felt stupid. you felt helpless. you felt like you were drowning. you felt like you were without a life raft.

you knew you could talk to the team about it, but you felt so disgusted by the thought of what happened to you that you only talked about it in your therapy sessions.

hotch had given you two months off. he wanted you to grieve, and go to therapy, and try to cope with everything that had happened.

and you did try to do that. you tried your hardest to get over it and move past it, but nothing helped. not the journaling. not the talking. not the crying. nothing was working.

spencer gave you a little space at first, but he then decided to try to help you as you had helped him. he went over to your house almost every day, and sat outside your door after you wouldn't let him in.

you knew he was there... you sat on the other side.

"i-i know that you probably don't want to see anyone right now. and i'm uh, i'm sure you feel alone right now, or like you can't talk to anyone," spencer sniffled. "but pl-please just uhm, just know that i'm here when you want to talk about it. i'm here to listen to you when you need me to. i-i don't want you to be alone during this time, y/n. please, just let me in," he begged.

that was normally what he would say almost every night he went to your house. he would sit outside for hours after he would ask you to let him in without fail. until one day you let him in.

spencer felt so much relief when you opened the door, only for it to be smashed when he noticed your eyes looked red and puffy, your cheeks were stained with the tears you had been crying for so long. your cheeks were sunken in, and there were dark circles underneath your eyes that were once full of life and happiness. your eyes no longer had that gorgeous sparkle in them.

spencer vowed he would get them back.

as much as spencer wanted to wrap his arms around you in that moment, to comfort you and tell you that he was there, he wanted you to make the first move. he wanted to tell you how strong you were and how proud of you he was for getting through that. he wanted to tell you how much he loved you.

he wanted you to make the first touch, because he didn't want to further upset you. he didn't want to trigger a repressed memory, or bring back the feelings of what had happened.

but spencer's touch was nothing like the officer's. spencer's touch was soft and gentle. spencer's touch was feather-light and endearing. spencer's touch was love and home. the officer's was brittle, and rough, and repulsive.

"hug me?" you sniffled as your eyes welled with tears again as they had been for the past three weeks.

"of course," spencer slowly wrapped his arms around your shoulders as yours found his torso.

he walked inside with you still in his arms and slowly shut the door. without breaking from the hug, you both walked to the couch and sat down.

you didn't say anything. you just needed spencer to keep hugging you, so he did. he did whatever you wanted, needed, from him. eventually, you fell asleep in his embrace on the couch.

when spencer looked down at you, now sleeping against his chest, he couldn't bring his heart to remove himself from you. so like any whipped man would do, he carefully picked you up bridal styled and carried you to your room. he took his shoes off as well as his sweater vest before cuddling back up next to you.

as if it was a reflex, you cuddled up into his chest when he neared you again and got underneath the covers. spencer slept the best he did in months with you. and you slept without officer johnson in your dreams for the first time since that day.

ever since then, spencer had been making sure you were eating and drinking. he took you to your therapy sessions and stayed over most nights you had asked and he was able to.

they had a few cases during the two months, so every moment he could, spencer was with you. he coaxed you back to your normal-ish self. he watched as that glimmer in your eye began to slowly grow brighter everyday. he watched as your smile came back, and your tears didn't come so frequently.

the first time he had heard you laugh again, spencer had thought he was dreaming. he wished he had recorded that moment. he was more grateful than he's ever been in his life that he had an eidetic memory, because that sound would forever be engraved in his brain.

when you returned to work, you clung to spencer. he had become your tether to reality, and hope. he had become your rock during the recovery.

over the months, everyone slowly began to forget what had even happened. things went on as usual, and the team forgot the traumatic experience you had gone through. even spencer might've let the experience get lost in his brain.

so when it became 11 months and 3 weeks since the abduction, you began to distance yourself once again.

you politely declined going out with the team a couple days before the anniversary, something you never did. you insisted that you were just especially worn out from the case you had just been on.

spencer had to finish files given to him by derek anyway, so he didn't get to witness the encounter.

once the day of the anniversary came upon you, you found yourself feeling sick to your stomach. you couldn't help the tears that would fall from your face every so often. you knew why you felt this way, but you wanted to push past it.

you had gone into the office wearing a pantsuit and blazer, wanting to avoid the normal office skirt you happened to be wearing the day it happened. you stayed at your desk and quietly did your case files. you didn't even greet spencer as you would every day. you gave him a kind smile, but you would normally give him a hug, or at the very least an eager wave upon his arrival.

spencer just assumed it was one of those days where you just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. it wasn't spencer's fault he thought this. he didn't even look at his calendar to check what day it was. he just knew they had paperwork.

but he did have this day marked in his calendar. he had it marked so he would remember to be extra kind to you, and do your files for you, and come to your place with your favorite wine and takeout. he wanted to help you through the one year anniversary, but he forgot to check his stupid calendar.

you thought he didn't care. you thought the man who you loved, and the man who helped you through everything that had happened had had enough of your complaining and grievances. so, you didn't tell him about it. you didn't bother him with the terrible thoughts clouding your mind because you thought it'd burden him.

so when you finished all of your case files early, you asked hotch if you could leave early, at 2:00, because you had things to tend to. he allowed you to do so, but this rose a flag for spencer.

he saw you exit without saying goodbye to him, something you hadn't done the entirety of knowing him. you had always told everyone to have a nice night and to be safe before leaving, but not today.

finally, he looked at his phone for the first time all day, only to feel like the worst person in the world to realize what day it was. spencer felt absolutely horrible at this revelation and ran into hotch's office as quick as he could after packing his things.

"hotch!" he exclaimed upon opening his office door.

"go. she was practically in tears," hotch informed him. "and reid," spencer stopped in his tracks to turn and look at the stern man, "please make sure she's okay." spencer gave him a soft grin and a nod before turning around and bolting out of the office.

you had gotten home and immediately burst into tears. you shut the door with your back, and slid down it. you had never understood why people had done that in movies until now. you just couldn't wait to break any longer, so you settled for your front door.

you held back no wail, or scream as you cried in front of your door, your knees pulled up to your chest as you held them tightly.

you wondered why you had to go through that. you wanted to know what kind of karma there was for someone who had always tried to do the right thing to be hurt... and for nobody to even care. nobody wanted to console you, or to make sure you were alright.

you had checked up on everyone on every anniversary of their struggles. whether it be a death, abduction, anything, you had been there for every single anniversary or reminder. and nobody was there for you.

nobody was there for you to hug, or to lean on, or to cry to, or to scream at, or to rant to. nobody was there. nobody loved you enough to care about that.

but then you had to remind yourself that they all had lives.

but the person who is your life didn't even care.

spencer didn't care.

and that's why you truly lost it.

he acted like it was just another day. he acted like it wasn't the anniversary of the day you thought you were going to die. the day you wanted to die. the day you felt your most low, and humiliated. the day you lost all hope. and he didn't remember.

if the man with an eidetic memory didn't remember, it must be extremely insignificant. so therefore, you must be extremely insignificant.

spencer raced to your house. he wanted to be there for you today, and he failed. he felt like a failure as a friend. he hated himself for not being there for you when he knew you would need him. he knew how you clung to him in your time of need. you thought he was worthy enough to hold onto when you needed someone, and spencer felt elated at that.

but now he wasn't there for you. and you needed him.

he had quickly stopped by the store and your favorite takeout place to get the things you'd want. he got your wine, chocolate, food, flowers, and a teddy bear that had a sweater vest on him - you've always loved his sweater vests.

when he got to the steps of your house, he felt his heart drop. as he walked closer he heard the wails of your crying right by the door. he could sense the heartache from the edge of your porch, and felt himself feel even worse, which he didn't think was possible.

he instantly ran to the door and knocked profusely. you sniffled one last time, feeling embarrassed that someone had heard you crying your heart out. you had figured one of your neighbors heard you and wanted to tell you to keep it down, so you wiped your tears and the stray mascara from underneath your eyes and opened the door, keeping your eyes lowered in embarrassment.

"y/n," spencer announced sadly, a tear falling down his face. you looked up in confusion from hearing his voice. you noticed his tear and reached up to wipe it away on instinct.

"why're you crying? are you okay?" you asked, forgetting all of your own problems at the sight of spencer crying. spencer let out a small chuckle at your concern.

"i'm alright, aside from the fact that i'm a terrible friend," he admitted as his smile quickly faded upon seeing your stained cheeks. "i brought your favorites," he offered, holding the bag of goodies in one hand and the takeout in another.

"y-you... why?" you asked, wanting to make sure you weren't misreading the situation for him trying to comfort you.

"why?" he asked in disbelief. "because it's the anniversary. i can't tell you how sorry i am, y/n. i swear i marked it on my calendar and planned for us to take off so i could take care of you. i-i just woke up late and never bothered to even check my phone. i kn-know it's no excuse... but i am so, so, so sorry," he rambled out, already tearing up.

you grabbed his arm gently and pulled him inside before you started crying in front of your neighbors. you took the bags from his hands and placed them on your coffee table.

"i thought you just didn't care," you shrugged as you took a seat on the couch, prompting him to sit beside you.

"y/n..." he sighed as he realized how terrible he screwed up. "i will always care about this. i will always care about you. don't ever think differently. i'm just incredibly... dumb sometimes. i can't believe i made you think that," he trailed on. "i will never not care about you, y/n. i swear it. i will always, always care about you. i will always love you," he froze as he realized what he just revealed. your eyes widened, and squinted, and roamed his face, trying to figure out if he meant the words he had just sped out. "i truly do, y/n. i i’m in love with you and i'm so sorry i made it seem otherwise."

it took you a second to absorb everything that he had said.

"you too," you solemnly admitted. "i’m in love with you too. and i could forgive you... for almost forgetting," you gave him a small smile.

"i'm glad you could forgive me. i don't know what i'd do if you didn't," he relished. "you actually love me?" you nodded with a small smile.

"i have for a while," you turned your head to the bags on the table.

"oh! right!" he said, reaching for the gifts. "i got your favorite takeout, your favorite wine, your favorite chocolates, flowers, and..." he trailed on as he revealed each item. "i saw this teddy, and i couldn't resist," he smiled.

you took the bear, taking in its appearance. it had a light blue, navy, and white diamond pattern sweater vest and brown shoes on. it looked like spencer, just teddy bear form. you smiled widely at the sentiment.

"it's you," you grinned as you took it in your arms, hugging it tightly as you saw spencer nodded with a smile mirroring that of your own. "i love it," you chuckled.

"i would understand, the fur is really soft," he relished in the thought.

"i don't think he'd be as good of a cuddler as the real thing, though," you grimaced. "but he'll do for when i don't have you here i guess," you shrugged with a smile.

"i plan on being here as long as you'll let me," he said softly.

"always," you grinned, setting down the teddy bear and trading him for the real spencer reid.

"always," he repeated, taking you in his arms and squeezing you tightly as if you'd float away at any moment. "now let's dig into this food while you talk about your feelings, if you want that is," he said after releasing you from the hug.

"i think i want to," you nodded. "and spence?" he turned from getting the food out of the bag to look at you for a second. "thank you for being my rock through all of this."

"i'll always be your rock, y/n."

@averyhotchner @greenprisca @muffin-cup

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer #spencer x y/n #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid angst

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st1ckart1zt · 3 years

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The Little Merstick Chapter 4

Dave, why can't you just tell me what this is all about?" Henry asked as Dave was showing him to the cave again.

"You'll see. It's a surprise." He giggled happily.

"Oh, Dave-" he smiled as he saw a statue of Charles.

"Dave you're the best! it looks just like him. It even has his eyes. Why, Charles, run away with you? This is all so - so sudden. . . ." He suddenly turns around and sees Reginald and RHM. "Dad! Pops. . ."

"We consider ourself a reasonable mermans. We set certain rules, and we expect those rules to be obeyed." Reginald was clearly trying to hold his anger back.

"But dad!"

"Is it true you rescued a human from drowning?"

"Dad, I had to!"

"Contact between the human world and the mer-world is strictly forbidden. Henry, you know that! Everyone knows that!"

"He would have died!"

"One less human to worry about!"

"You don't even know him."

"Know him? I don't have to know him. They're all the same. Spineless, savage, harpooning, fish-eaters, incapable of any feeling!"

"Pops, I love him!"

"No . . . Have you lost your senses completely? He's a human, you're a merman!"

"I don't care."

"So help us Henry, we are going to get through to you. And if this is the only way, so be it." Right took out his trident and began to blast the artifacts into pieces.

"Pops!. . . No . . . No, please- Pops, stop!. . . Pops, Nooo!!" He blasts the statue. Henry begins crying and he leaves, ashamed.

"Henry, I . . ." Sven starts to speak.

"Just go away." He said as he continued to cry. He leaves and Dmitri and Grigori appear.

"Poor child." Grigori spoke.

"Poor, sweet child." Dmitri spoke next.

"He has a very serious problem."

"If only there were something we could do."

"But there is something."

"Who - who are you?" Henry spoke to the eels.

"Don't be scared."

"We represent someone who can help you."

"Someone who could make all your dreams come true."

"Just imagine -"

"You and your prince -"

"Together, forever. . . ."

"I don't understand." Henry spoke, what the hell were these things talking about?

"Jilly Jack (oc from @righthand-reggie ) has great powers."

"The sea witch? Why, that's - I couldn't possibly - no! Get out of here! Leave me alone!" Henry shouted.

"Suit yourself."

"It was only a suggestion." Dmitri flicks the statue's broken face towards Henry.

Henry looks at the face before he speaks, "Wait."

"Yeeeeeeeeeess?" The two hissed as they turned back to face the heart broken merman.

~~~~~~~

Outside of the cave, Dave and Sven wait for Angel to come out.

"Poor Henry." Dave sniffed.

"I didn't mean to tell, it was an accident. " Sven spoke sadly when suddenly, Angel passes by.

"Henry - where are you going? Henry, what are you doing here with this riff-raff?"

"I'm going to see Jilly Jack."

"Henry, no! No, she's a demon, she's a monster!" Sven tried to convince him not to go.

"Why don't you go tell my fathers? You're good at that."

"But . . . But, I . . ." He turned to Dave who looked back at her.

"Come on." They travel towards Jilly Jack's cavern.

~~~~~

"This way." Dmitri and Grigori spoke as Henry entered and was hung up in the garden of souls.

"Come in. Come in, pumpkin. We mustn't lurk in doorways - it's rude. One MIGHT question your upbringing. . . . Now, then. You're here because you have a thing for this human. This, er, prince fellow. Not that I blame you - he is quite a catch, isn't he? Well, pumpkin, the solution to your problem is simple. The only way to get what you want - is to become a human yourself." Jilly spoke when Henry was finally in the main "room" of the cavern.

"Can you DO that?" He asked in wonderment.

"My dear, sweet pumpkin. That's what I do - it's what I live for. To help unfortunate merfolk - like yourself. Poor souls with no one else to turn to." She spoke dramatically.

"I admit that in the past I've been a nasty.

They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch!" She laughed.

"But you'll find that nowadays,

I've mended all my ways.

Repented, seen the light and made a switch!

True? Yes

And I fortunately know a little magic

It's a talent that I always have possessed

And here lately, please don't laugh

I use it on behalf

Of the miserable, lonely and depressed…. Pathetic". She mumbled the last word.

"Poor unfortunate souls

In pain

In need

This one longing to be thinner

That one wants to get the girl

And do I help them?

Yes, indeed

Those poor unfortunate souls

So sad

So true

They come flocking to my cauldron

Crying, "Help us, Jilly please!"

And I help them?

Yes, I do

Now it's happened once or twice

Someone couldn't pay the price

And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals

Yes, I've had the odd complaint

But on the whole I've been a saint

To those poor unfortunate souls" she pointed to a few of the souls in his soul garden.

"Now, here's the deal. I will make you a potion that will turn you into a human for three days. Got that? Three days. Now listen, this is important. Before the sun sets on the third day, you've got to get dear ol' princey to fall in love with you. That is, he's got to kiss you. Not just any kiss - the kiss of true love. If he does kiss you before the sun sets on the third day, you'll remain human, permanently, but - if he doesn't, you turn back into a mermaid, and - you belong to me." She smiled wickedly at poor little Henry who, himself, seemed a tad conflicted.

"No Henry" Sven called out but was silenced by Dmitri and Grigori.

"Have we got a deal?"

"If I become human, I'll never be with my fathers or siblings again."

"That's right. . . . But - you'll have your man. Life's full of tough choices, innit? Oh - and there is one more thing. We haven't discussed the subject of payment. You can't get something for nothing, you know."

"But I don't have any -"

"I'm not asking much! Just a token, really, a trifle. You'll never even miss it. What I want from you is . . . your voice."

"My voice?"

"You've got it, pumpkin. No more talking, singing, zip."

"But without my voice, how can I -"

"You'll have your looks! Your pretty face! And don't underestimate the importance of body language! Ha!"

"The men up there don't like a lot of blabber

They think a personl who gossips is a bore

Yes, on land it's much preferred

For submissives not to say a word

And after all, dear, what is idle prattle for?

Come on, they're not all that impressed with conversation

True gentlemen avoid it when they can

But they dote and swoon and fawn

On a person who's withdrawn

It's they who holds their tongue who gets the man

Come on, you poor unfortunate soul

Go ahead!

Make your choice!

I'm a very busy woman

And I haven't got all day

It won't cost much

Just your voice!

You poor unfortunate soul

It's sad

But true

If you want to cross a bridge, my sweet

You've got to pay the toll

Take a gulp and take a breath

And go ahead and sign the scroll!

Dmitri, Grigori, now I've got him, boys

The boss is on a roll

This poor unfortunate soul." After a moment of thought, Henry signs the contract.

"Paluga, sarruga, come winds of the Caspian Sea.

Now rings us glossitis and max laryngitis,

La voce to me!

Now . . . sing!" Henry then began to sing and a green glow illuminated around him.

"Keep singing!" Giant magical hands rip out Henry's voice and give it to Jilly. She laughs as Henry is changed into a human and rushed to the surface by Sven and Dave.

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Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 3.6k

Warnings: smut, swearing

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

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Part 14

Liam helped me get ready for bed. I was nearly asleep standing up by this stage. He undressed me and got my nightgown out of my bag. The white satin shift was far too sexy for how I felt, but it was all I had brought with me for bed. Liam said nothing about it. He didn't try to touch me inappropriately either as he undressed me, even when he took my bra off. I was thankful for that. He looked, though. A lot.

"Do you want to sleep here with me, or would you rather sleep alone?" He asked.

I was hurt for a minute and then thinking about all the horrible things I said to him, I understood why he asked. "I didn't mean those things I said to you."

"Yeah, you did. I deserved most of it."

"Yeah. I suppose you aren't that attractive." I joked.

"That's my girl." He said chuckling. Then he stopped, realising what he had said. "You were right. I am pushing too hard. I keep calling you my girlfriend and ignore how you feel about it."

"I am, though. Your girlfriend." Liam looked surprised at my admission. "You were right about that. If I didn't want to be, I shouldn't have acted like I was." I took his hand and said, "I acted like I was because I wanted it too. I didn't want to admit it to myself." I tried to smile at him but yawned instead. "Come to bed with me?" I asked.

He raised my hand to his lips and kissed it. "Always, Sweetheart."

We got into bed, and I laid down in Liam's arms. I don't even think I said goodnight to him before I fell into a dreamless sleep.

I woke up feeling stiff. It seemed like it was barely dawn. The room had only a faint glow of warm light. I stretched out, my muscles were tired. Liam was still in bed, and his hand was resting on my hip. I rolled over to look at him and found him looking back at me, a lazy smile on his lips.

"Good morning." His voice was gentle.

"Morning," I said, reaching out to caress his cheek, enjoying the feeling of his sharp beard against my skin.

"How do you feel this morning?"

"I'm glad I stayed." I was. Waking with Liam felt good. I felt stupid acting like I had last night. I had fought so hard against getting too close to him despite how natural it felt, how good. I had to stop punishing myself. But it was hard to turn off three years of carefully built barriers around my heart.

"Me too." He said. I thought he would hug me, but he didn't. So I hugged him. I pulled myself in closer until our bellies touched, and I wrapped a leg around his hip. I felt his sex hard against me, and I tightened my leg pulling him closer. He made a face of pain and moved his hips away.

"Sorry," I said. "Are you still upset about last night?" He shook his head, giving me no more than that. "Tired?" I tried again. Another shake of the head. "Does my breath smell?" He chuckled and shook his head a third time. "You don't want to?"

"I do. I really do."

"So what's the problem?"

"I don't know if you'll want what I want."

"It can't be that bad."

"It's not bad at all."

I was getting frustrated, "just tell me!"

"I don't want to fuck you. I don't want to hurt you, or smack you or bite you or any of those things." His lip twitched, "Well, I do, but not right now. Right now, I want to hold you and kiss you. I want to be slow, take my time, make love to you. But I don't want to scare you off." I looked away. "See, you don't want to. And that's ok. I'm not going to push you anymore. I'll wait." He did hug me back then. Just gently, keeping his hand on my back, away from anywhere sexual. "I'm happy, just like this."

We laid there, and I thought about what he said. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it too, realising I needed it from him. I needed to let my guard down, to show him that I did care about him. I did like slow and gentle sex as much as rough and dirty. But rough and dirty didn't touch your soul the way slow and gentle did. I liked both, but only with a guy I could give both to. I had only had that with Andy. It's part of what made him special to me, that I loved it just as much when he fucked me until I couldn't walk as when he took his time, loved me and cared for me.

I didn't know how to tell him I wanted it too. After last night, the things I had said and how I had acted, I needed to know it was ok. I needed to know that we had confronted those feelings and knocked down those walls. I knew they weren't gone forever, but I needed to know we were in this together.

"I want to, Liam." He didn't look like he believed me. "I really do." I kissed him gently, my lips soft and teasing against his. He moaned and kissed me back just as soft and gentle. If I had any doubt in my mind that this was what I wanted, the warmth that came over my body quickly dispelled it.

He rolled me on my back, his weight on top of me. His mouth didn't leave mine. Our kisses seemed to last for an age. Our bodies shared air until it seemed like our breathing had become one. His hands caressed me. He didn't squeeze at me. Instead, he felt his way over my body as if he were savouring every curve, every valley and every rise.

I felt along his back, down his spine, feeling it bend and curve with his careful movements. I reached his pants and slid my fingers under the band, feeling his bottom's muscular curve. My body continued to warm. Every part of me feeling sensitive. Every touch felt like electricity coursing over my skin and into my core.

"Liam," I whispered through our kisses. I needed more. I craved more of him.

"I'm here, Lana," came his reply. "I'm here."

Liam sat up quickly and took off his pants before leaning back into me. He kissed me as he fumbled in his bedside draw. I cursed that we hadn't talked about other contraception. I had a birth control implant in my arm. But we didn't have time for that conversation now. I would take him as I could get him.

He sat up again, putting the condom on, then he leaned down and kissed my thigh. He lifted my leg and kissed me behind my knee. His stubble tickled my delicate skin, and I giggled while I pulled away. He let me go, smiling at me and kissed my other thigh. He took off my underwear, moving them slowly down my legs. Liam lifted my shift, exposing my most private place and, for once, I didn't want to look away in shame. He ran his fingers tantalisingly slowly down my sex, parting me as he went. I was more than ready for him. He kissed my tummy near my belly button, and I ran my fingers through his curls. He looked up at me between kisses with a sweet smile on his.

My heart leapt in my throat. Liam's care and attention made me feel emotions I wasn't sure I was prepared for. His kisses trailed down to my hip bone, and he playfully licked at the crease above my thigh before Liam brought his body back onto mine.

I sighed as I felt Liam's weight, heavy but comforting. He adjusted himself with his hips until he was at my core. I held his hand, our fingers entwining as he entered me. He took his time, and each movement was almost agonisingly slow. He kissed my lips again as he fully entered me. The relief was bliss. Then he moved, and I moaned, all my senses aflame, the sensations threatened to overwhelm me.

He rolled us both over, and I was on top. I sat up, and he put his hands on my hips, guiding my movements. I moved around on him until I found the spot I wanted. I cried out his name when I did and rocked, each gentle sway of my hips finding my place. Liam reached up and pulled the tie out of my hair, my locks falling freely down my back. I moved my hands down his chest, my fingers tickled by this thick hair, damp from his sweat. I kept them there, enjoying the warmth beneath my fingertips and the texture of him.

He lifted my shift off, sitting up as he did. He went to lay back down, but I held him up, wrapping my legs around his hips and my arms around his shoulders. I kissed him, and he kissed back, more demanding now and deeper. Then he kissed my neck, his tongue licking at me, his teeth grazing against my collarbone, and he whispered my name into my skin. I arched my back, finding my place again. His arms came around my waist, and he caught my rhythm, rocking his own body into mine. Liam leaned his head down and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. I watched him suckle at me, and fresh waves of pleasure rippled over me. I rode him harder, throwing my head back as I held his head against my chest.

One of his hands left my back, and I felt his thumb against my nub. I removed his hand and put it on my hip. He looked up, questioning. How could I explain I didn't need to orgasm to enjoy this? I leaned forward and kissed him. I looked into his eyes and said, "I don't need that for this to feel good. It already feels wonderful."

I kept looking at him, letting him search my eyes, so he knew I was telling the truth. He nodded and said, "Are you sure? I won't last much longer." I smiled and kissed him again, trying to hold him tighter. He seemed to lose his control, and his slow and gentle movement became harder. His arms suddenly crushed me as his whole body tensed and pushed me down hard against him. I cried out as thickened inside me, stretching me a moment before Liam swore and called my name, his shout of release echoed through the room. He thrust up into me with each of his final throes. I watched him as he came, his body majestic, his arms tight like thick cords around my waist as he gathered me to him.

I stroked his head when he finished. Liam laid his head against my chest, and his forehead was wet from his exertion. His breath slowed, and I climbed off his lap. He laid down, eyes closed, and I put my chin on his chest so I could look at his face while relaxed. He opened an eye and saw me looking. He closed them again and said, "What are you looking at, Sweetheart."

I breathed deeply, happy at that moment. I smiled and said, "Just looking at my boyfriend."

He smiled wide, showing all his teeth and opened his eyes. He chuckled, put his head to mine and kissed my nose. "I like the sound of that."

We went downstairs and had breakfast. Liam surprised me with a jar of Vegemite. I clapped my hands like a child and asked if he had tried it yet. He said he had, but he preferred marmite. I scrunched my nose at him and mumbled something about "stupid pommies." I made my toast because I was a freak and liked heaps of Vegemite. Like a lot. No butter either.

Liam was shocked, "That's disgusting! You put that much on?"

I nodded. I dipped the knife in the Vegemite. I scooped out a huge helping and popped it in my mouth, licking it all off.

"Oh, my God!" Liam covered his eyes. "It's not Nutella!"

"You're right. It's better."

After breakfast, Liam asked if I wanted to take Cole for a walk. I hesitated, my thoughts instantly going to more pictures and articles. I shook away the thoughts. I'd made my choice, and I was going to go for it and see how it plays out. We got dressed and headed off.

Cole was a very well-trained dog. He walked well on the lead and mostly ignored other dogs and people. A few kids wanted to pat Cole, and Liam would get down with Cole and pat him with the kids. He got recognised only once by a bloke who drove past and yelled at him, "Oi Cross, where's your sword?" He just waved at the guy who took off laughing. Part of me wished he'd grabbed his pants and yelled 'right here' as he did in the movie the guy was quoting. But I guess the internet would have a field day with that one.

"Hey, what's it like to be a meme?" I asked.

"How do you mean?"

"Like you're online, in a forum or something, and suddenly there's some person who uses your face as a reply."

"It's not bad," he said. "They're usually pretty funny. I'd much rather see that than see made up stories about me." I nodded. "Worse are the true stories. The ones I thought were private that end up in forums. We've all done stupid things or been rude to people. Most people shake it off and try to do better next time. I have to worry if there was a camera or if the story will end up going around the internet. I'm not necessarily complaining, but it's one of the downsides of people knowing who you are."

"Yup, told ya before, your life isn't normal."

As we walked, the houses gave way to cafes and small boutiques. I window shopped my way along the street. Liam noticed and said, "If you want to go in and look, I don't mind waiting."

"Yeah, Nah, it's ok. I'm just looking." I smiled at him, "we don't have a lot of shops like this out west." I snuck my head under his arm and put my arm around his waist. He put his arm around my shoulders, kissed the top of my head, and we walked side by side a few blocks before starting to head back to Liam's house.

Although yesterday's fight was awful, I had to admit that everything felt better with Liam today. My guard was lowered, and I didn't feel fear or shame to reach out and touch him anymore. In fact, I couldn't keep my hands off him. I always wanted to hold his hand or simply sit next to him with our shoulders or our thighs touching. It was like he was the sun, and I fixed in his orbit, unable to stay away. I was already sad about having to go home tomorrow. But I did miss Perrin. An idea occurred to me, and I asked Liam what he thought about it as we neared his house.

"What are your plans for next weekend?"

"For Easter? Well, we have half of Thursday and then Friday to Monday off. Then shooting starts Tuesday, so I was planning on lazing around at home with you before the crazy hours start. How does that sound?"

"It sounds great. But..."

"But what?"

"Well, on Sunday, I usually spend the day with David, Lucy and the kids. Depending on the weather, we usually go to a park and do an Easter Egg hunt and have a BBQ." I laughed at a memory. As we went back into Liam's house, I told him about the Easter it was 38 degrees and all of the eggs melted. Poor Charlie cried because he had no eggs to eat.

Liam smiled at my story. He must be thinking of his nephews because his smile appeared to be tinged with sadness. He said, "that's okay. Can you spend Thursday, Friday and Saturday with me?"

"Well, I was wondering," my nerve left me then. Was it too soon? But I reckoned that if he was happy for everyone to know we were together, maybe he should meet my family. I took a deep breath and quickly said, "if you'd like to come with me on Sunday." Liam let Cole off his lead, and he ran to the kitchen to have a drink. Liam got up slowly and put his arms around my waist.

His fucking lip twitched. "You want to introduce me to your family?"

"No, don't worry about it," I said saltily. But, I felt my lips twitching. Had Liam given me some kind of disease that caused a tick?

"Yes, you do!" I rolled my eyes. Liam pulled me in closer until our hips met. "I'd love to, Sweetheart."

"Ok, then." He smiled broadly. I wiggled and tried to escape his arms, but he wasn't letting me. "It's not a big deal."

"I think its a big deal." Liam kissed me.

When I pulled away this time, he let me go, his mouth still held in a goofy grin. "I was thinking a few other things on our walk," I said.

"Go on then." We went into the kitchen, and Liam got us some water, and we sat on the lounge. I sat facing him, my legs curled up underneath me and my knees touching his thigh.

"I don't like leaving Perrin alone, and I can't ask Dave to have him every weekend, so would it be ok to bring Perrin next week? See if he and Cole get along? It would make things a lot easier."

"Absolutely," Then he shook his head. "You're different today." Panic gripped me. Great, I let my defences down, and five hours later, he doesn't like it. I started to move away from Liam, but he stopped me. "No, Sweetheart, it's a good thing." He took my glass out of my hand and put his glass down before he lifted me onto his lap. "You're thinking ahead, planning things for us. You've never done that before. It's always been me pushing for the next step."

"Too much?" I asked, still feeling unsure.

"Not at all."

"Good," I said. Then I smiled, trying to sound casual, "so what exactly does the girlfriend of one of the worlds most sought after actors wear to a film premiere?"

"Really?" Liam asked incredulously. I nodded, and Liam planted big sloppy kisses all over my face. I squealed and tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip. My shrieks turned into giggles as his scratchy beard tickled my neck. He eventually stopped, his face getting serious. "No? Really? Do you want to go? If you don't want to, it's fine. There will be other occasions to show you off."

"No, I do. I'm in this now. Committed. I'm willing to go because I want to be in your life, and going to things like premieres and award shows are part of that."

Liam smiled and kissed me again, sweetly this time. "Thank you."

"I have conditions, though." Liam indicated I should continue. "Other than saying we're together, I don't want you to say anything about our relationship in interviews or anything. I don't want photos of me on your Instagram. If it's for some special occasion, maybe, but I'd rather avoid it." He nodded. "Two, I know actors sometimes take off to LA or Rome or Manila for awards or premieres. I probably wouldn't go with you to those because I'm not just picking up and leaving during the school term. Outside of that, I'm open to negotiation."

Again he nodded and said, "Fair. Anything else?"

"Two more things." his eyebrows lifted at that, but he stayed silent. "Sarah can confirm our relationship if you want. If we just say we are together, people won't make as much fuss as they would if it was left in the air. If we say nothing at all, it will keep the story going longer than necessary."

"Do you know, that's exactly what Sarah told me?"

"If this teaching thing ever goes wrong, maybe I'll have a career change." I winked at Liam to tell him I was joking. Fuck dealing with celebrities and scandals all day.

"So the last thing," I said.

"This was a very productive walk."

"Yes." My cheeks suddenly felt hot. I didn't know how to say what I wanted to say.

"This will be good," Liam said, noticing my blush.

"Shut up, and let me say it." I took a deep breath. "I have a contraceptive implant in my arm. I've been using them for a while. At the moment, the one I have is good for five years, and I got it three and a half years ago. I basically don't get periods anymore. If I do, they're very short. Anyway, all I'm saying is if you are committed, we don't have to use a condom."

"Where in your arm?" He asked. I found it and got his fingers and showed him where. "Oh shit. That's great. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

I shrugged. "I didn't know where this was going or how serious you were. I wanted STD protection. You Hollywood types have terrible reputations."

Liam chuckled, "I suppose that's true. But I am serious about you. I thought you knew that from even before we met."

I shrugged. "I wasn't sure."

"But you are now?"

I nodded. Liam hugged me tightly. "Ok, good, condoms are out." He gave me a peck on the cheek, "Hungry?" He asked.

Part 15

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atruththatyoudeny · 5 years

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Monthly Reads | August 2019

Oh, look, it's the 28th again! Celebrating the launch of Gucci's new fragrance and the fantastic new pics I had to reread Landslide. Other than that there are 21 fics in this list - and like always: so many thanks go out to all the amazing authors in this fandom who share their stories with us! ♥

Landslide | aimmyarrowshigh , spibsy (lucy_and_ramona) | historical - 1970s - cults - undercover - psychological drama - racism - period typical attitudes - internalized homophobia - PTSD - and more...please read all the tags carefully - 143k The year is 1976. In November, Jimmy Carter will take control of the White House. Americans are meeting Laverne & Shirley at their apartment in Milwaukee. Hotel California diverges from the reign of Kool & the Gang. And the FBI is still reeling from the repercussions of Watergate, the tragedy at Wounded Knee, Operation Family Secrets, and the strategic terrors of the anti-cult movement. That's what Special Agent Harry Styles has been told is the basis of his mission to an abandoned farmhouse in rural New Hampshire. With his hair grown out long and his shirt untucked, he's going undercover to do reconnaissance on suspected cult leader Louis Tomlinson, who has led a group of people out into the middle of nowhere, leaving no record of the life he'd had before. All Harry knows is what the agency gave him: Tomlinson's name, and instructions to figure out what he's doing with the eleven people he brought with him. In the year that Harry spends undercover and under Louis Tomlinson's wing, he learns more than he ever expected.

I Drove All Night (To Get To You) | lovelarry10 | famous/not famous - strangers to lovers - pining - fluff - 23k Harry’s job as a chauffeur for the rich and famous was not as flashy as he’d thought. Late nights having to listen to the ridiculous demands and whims of these high profile clients leaves him disheartened with the world he thought was all glitz and glamour. One night his boss asks him a favour. To collect one last client before he clocks off. Only problem is when that client gets into the car it’s Louis Tomlinson. As in Harry’s all time crush. As in future husband and father of all his children Louis Tomlinson. He can be cool and professional, right?

Live Like You Were Dying | YesIsAWorld | car accidents - love confessions - self discovery - 2k I’m in love with you. The phone fell from his hand, and the world went black.

Calling Clifford | noellehenry | fluff - humor - 10k The summer AU where Clifford has his own peculiar ways of matchmaking.

Home Remedies | kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie) | friends to lovers - smut - 4k Louis’ hiccups just won’t stop. Harry, his roommate and best friend, is willing to do anything to help.

Traffic Light | dinosaursmate | Traffic Light Party - smut - friends with benefits - 7k Harry, a university student fresh out of a relationship, attends a Traffic Light Party. He knew all about the red, yellow and green cups, but the blue one confuses him. What does DTF mean, anyway?

Down On the Farm | kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie) | bonfires - farm/ranch - smut - 5k Every Friday night there's a steady cloud of dust That leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks Got old Hank crankin', way up loud Got coolers in the back, tailgates down There's a big fire burnin' but don't be alarmed It's just country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm — “Down On the Farm” by Tim McGraw

Driving On The Wrong Side, Thinking Of You | dinosaursmate | Marcel AU - implied/ referenced homophobia - High School AU - friends to lovers - promiscuity - 25k Louis is the most popular guy in sixth form. Don't get the wrong idea, he's a good guy, and he absolutely won't stand for his friends teasing his neighbour, Marcel.

Restless Lane | jaerie | a/b/o - secret identity - childhood friends - secrets - friends to lovers - angst - 14k Louis had grown used to his boring life back in Mississippi as a stand-in father figure to his siblings. He never expected his childhood friend to show up on his lawn with the heat of summer or that he would remind Louis how much of himself he'd tucked away and neglected. He also never expected to find himself caught up in a tangled web of feelings or secrets that just might break him. Maybe he had never known Harry at all.

Waiting for the tides to meet | nauticalleeds (metamorphosis) | soulmates - pining - miscommunication - angst - fluff - friends to lovers - slow burn - 60k Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart. Featuring a lovely cup of OT5, a road trip down the coast, and a scene where Harry eats a whole head of lettuce. Don't ask why.

If I Stay | Rearviewdreamer | Walk In The Clouds AU - fake/pretend relationship - mpreg - slow burn - 37k Harry and Louis agree to a temporary arrangement that Harry can't seem to walk away from no matter how many times he tries.

Mirror Touch | pinky_heaven19 | Synesthesia - hurt/comfort - fluff - pining - strangers to lovers - 58k The one where Harry owns a second-hand clothing store, and Louis is a radio host. Louis has mirror-touch synesthesia, which makes him experience what people around him feel. He feels a lot around Harry.

In Your Black Heart (Is Where You'll Find Me) | graceling_in_a_suit | a/b/o - omega/omega - pirates - historical - 36k Louis Tomlinson has been lying for five years. His crew sees him as a pirate, a Captain, and an alpha; only two of those are the truth. He was content to let the illusion go on forever, but an omega named Harry Styles just had to join his crew and get his warm-vanilla stink all over Louis' best laid plans. Or: the story of The Captain and The Carpenter.

Supposed to Be | kikikryslee | High School - stereotypes - enemies to friends to lovers - slow burn - hate to love - 26k The Geek Charming AU where Harry's a film geek, Louis' a popular jock, and they both need each other to get what they want.

Meet me where the tulips grow | tempolarriefics | study abroad - fluff - 19k The one where Harry studies abroad and falls in love with both the city of Amsterdam and the boy he explores it with.

When i'm set alight | mixedfandomfics | teacher AU - hate to love - misunderstandings - 14k Louis and Harry hate each other. Always have, always will. No one is quite sure how they will handle it when their favorite students ask them to lead a new LGBT club at their school.

Breathe In, Breathe Out | dinosaursmate | friends to lovers - pining - 12k Louis Tomlinson begins visiting a new pub on his lunch break, mostly because he really fancies Harry, the cute, curly-haired barman. As Louis gears up to ask him out, he doesn't realise that there is a huge stumbling block in his way: Harry is taken, and by someone rather familiar.

I am mad all about you | godslut | med students - coffe shop - 5k Harry is a pre-med student trying to quit coffee. louis pretends to be spider-man to make kids laugh.

Welcome Back From The Friend Zone | 2tiedships2 | a/b/o - friends to lovers - fake/pretend relationship - mutual pining - 32k The one where an idea to create a fake wedding with the sole intent to receive gifts from billionaires took a turn no one, but also everyone, saw coming.

A Life That's Good (series) | lovelarry10 | fluff - kid fic - adoption - light angst - 66k Harry and Louis were married young, but always knew that they wanted a family together. Soon, through adoption, Hope came into their lives, and was later joined by her younger brother Oscar. Join the Tomlinsons on their journey in family life. ① You're My Only Hope Harry and Louis have been hoping to start a family for a while, but it hasn't happened for them just yet. With the surprise arrival of a newborn baby on the doorstep at work, are their family dreams about to become reality? ② Tiny Dancer It's Hope's first ballet recital, and Harry and Louis are more than excited to watch their four year old daughter perform for the first time. ③ Who You Are Things are going wonderfully for Harry and Louis. Their family has never been stronger. When a connection to their son’s past appears out of nowhere, it makes them wonder what lies ahead for the future of their family. ④ We Got Love Harry and Louis thought their family was complete. They were wrong. ⑤ Follow Your Arrow Hope has a crush, but she’s scared to tell her parents, especially Louis. Harry helps her figure out how to break the news to her other dad, who is ultimately nothing but wonderful. ⑥ Summer Love The Tomlinsons are off on a summer holiday before it’s time for everything to change...

Night Changes | colourexplosion | soulmates - supernatural elements - werewolves - light angst - 40k Louis and Harry are soulmates. (With a twist.)

From The Heart | jacaranda_bloom | coffee shop AU - 25k Every Tuesday, Louis spends his day off holed up in his favorite coffee-come-bookshop, writing his little stories as part of the WordPlay challenge while daydreaming about the resident barista, Harry. Each week a new word prompt is revealed and Louis adds to his series of short stories about Henry, the owner of a B&B in the Cotswolds who has curly hair and dimples, Lewis, his long term guest who just happens to be a writer, and Tigger, Henry’s cat. As Louis and Harry’s friendship develops, could his fantasy world spill out into real life? And how does that reader who leaves the lovely comments with the teacup emoji seem to be able to read Louis’ mind? ① Henry and Lewis Louis hangs out in his local coffee shop to work on his weekly WordPlay Prompt, speaks to his beloved muse aka Harry the gorgeous barista, embarrasses himself in front of said muse, and receives a comment on AO3 from his favourite reader. ② Smuturday Louis struggles with this week's WordPlay prompt before finding inspiration, and a date, in an unexpected place, and could there be more going on with his favourite reader than he originally thought. ③ Tea For Two Louis grapples with what to do about his new found suspicions over his favourite readers real-life identity. ④ Life Imitating Art Louis is taken on a very real journey through his fic back catalogue - life has never imitated art so salaciously. ⑤ Entertain Me All good things must come to an end, including the WordPlay challenge. But while Louis has mixed emotions about its end, and struggling to make sense of the final prompt, he is relishing every aspect of his newly revitalised personal life.

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as someone who has actually completed several long works, do you have any advice/tips for someone who has a fic that's just stopped dead in its tracks?? like at several thousand words and nowhere near finished but just, kind of at a loss as to how to get it where it needs to go?? thank you so much, and I can't wait to read your new stuff!!

Finishing long works is something that I’ve struggled with a lot and had very little success at until fairly recently (and then only in fanfic. Whoops. I’ll finish one of those novels someday). My main problem has generally been monogamous commitment – I’ll come up with a new idea and go write that and then come up with a new idea and go write that, and then I end up with thirty unfinished projects, and now I’m not even in this fandom anymore, and now I don’t finish them.

Ironically, I think part of what has helped is embracing that about myself – to a point. I let myself have my two dozen WIPs that I jump between and my big old drawer of plot bunnies. It lets me stay excited about whatever I’m working on and it cuts down on my FOMO of, like, “I had this idea but I need to be a GOOD DEDICATED WRITER GIRL and SLOG AWAY AT THIS MISERABLE STORY INSTEAD” and then I will forever and ever wonder if maybe that two sentence idea I didn’t write down and then forgot wouldn’t have been the greatest thing I ever wrote.

(This advice may not be super helpful if you have less deeply ingrained Catholic guilt and less propensity to assume the worst in any situation than I do.)

So if you tend to be more of a one-project at a time kind of person, I think that can be a good way of bringing the excitement back into the fic – take a little break, go away, get some gears turning in different parts of your brain, see what shakes loose, come back and look at the story and be like I FORGOT ABOUT THAT AMAZING SENTENCE I WROTE, I WANT THE ENTIRE WORLD TO READ THAT SENTENCE. Sometimes when I get discouraged, it’s the thought of one single line that I really want people to read that makes me finish the whole thing: “If you don’t finish this fic then no one will ever read your fratricide on Christmas joke!” and then I have to finish it. Also I think taking a break, even a little break, can help you see where the gaps in the story are not that big. Sometimes I’ll think, God, I need an entire SCENE between these two paragraphs and it’s going to be SO MUCH WORK, and then I look at it a week later and I’m like…I can sum up that scene in a sentence.

I’ve been taking a lot of writing cues from improv lately, and something I learned how to do in improv is just say “I’m not having fun anymore, I’m going to end this scene” and I’ve been bringing that to my writing. “I’m not having fun writing this scene” – Don’t write it! Write the scene you do want to write! Even if it doesn't fit at all in the narrative that you have, you can figure out how to make it work later! Or you can just smash cut between scenes, it will be fine! I drank a looooooot of “you need to know your last sentence before you start writing, you have to outline, you have to follow three act structure” Kool-Aid in film school and I’ve been unlearning that lately and it makes writing a lot easier and more fun for me. “darling, don’t make such a drama” was just a long process of “now I want to write a scene where they’re doing graffiti. now I want to write a scene where Ronan compares Declan to Joseph’s brothers. now I want to write a scene where Henry gets Ronan drunk,” and I think it would have given Film School Toast a heart attack from That’s Not How Writing Goes guilt. But it got the story written and I figured out how to give it enough connective tissue to get by with.

Also, I have just been spending a lot more TIME writing than I used to. I have a little Chromebook and I take it with me EVERYWHERE, I write on the bus, I write during my lunch break, I write at the bar like the pretentious hipster I am. Chromebook isn’t practical for everyone but before I got it I was doing composition notebooks, same thing, with me EVERYWHERE.

I don’t have a succinct answer (clearly) but I think those are the keys for me: write a lot. Jump around between projects when you feel stuck, but honor and cherish them all enough to come back. Never write something because you think you have to. Do write something because you want to, even if you don’t know how it fits in with the rest of it yet.

Or maybe more key: feel out what your writing process is actually like, not what it should be or what it would be nice if it were. I’m starting to get a grasp on what my writing process is actually like, and I’m a lot happier and more productive now than I was before.

#gosh I hope this was some kind of helpful #writing #atlasblue85

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