#chaotically

absolutelytragic 😥 guess you’ll just have to grin and bear it

tagged by @taste-thewaste and @rewritetheending (yesterday so i'm tagging you back!)

working on a few different things bc of who i am as a person. sharing some snippets from my two malexa docs bc i love them.

perhaps i'll post a wip wednesday game too since i'm juggling so many 🤔

malexa sex club au

Maria must find what she’s looking for, because she pulls her fingers free of his mouth, takes a step back, and sticks her foot in the middle of his chest, pushing until he sprawls backwards onto the floor. Alex takes a few steps towards them without meaning to. Maria stalks over the man, and Alex is proud of the way she exudes power, the way everyone in their vicinity takes notice. She leans her weight into the foot she’s got planted in the middle of his chest, and Alex is close enough to see the way he smiles. He’s loose and he’s feeling good, and he wanted her attention and now that he’s got it he’s clearly fucking flying.

malexa 2x06 morning after (rewatched this episode for the [redacted]th time so i had to work on this one a bit)

“Alex, wait. Come back inside.”  She keeps her face near the window as she thinks about losing Alex, about, “I would never not love you.” About Michael losing Alex, really losing him, and how she knows that would be the thing that could finally break him. She closes her eyes and remembers how good it felt to bring the two of them back together with her mouth and her hands. How she felt awed, not jealous, when she saw the hunger between the two of them. How powerful she felt watching them, touching them, anchoring them, letting them love and touch and be without spinning off course.  “Please,” Michael begs, and it’s like she can feel it, like she’s pleading for Alex to stay too. 

no pressure tagging @basil-bird @lostcol @firenati0n @bigassbowlingballhead @onward--upward

Brasti:

Kest:

Brasti: Do you want to follow him, or should I?

Under The Light Of A Thousand Stars by Jiksa | M | 2279 It’s Gemma’s wedding, they’re playing Ed Sheeran, and Harry is so done with giving a fuck.

no better place than right by your side by velvetnoodle | M | 5454 louis' in the maldives for a friends destination wedding when he meets harry at the reception. they agree to a no-strings-attached hook up: no last names, no phone numbers, no personal info, and no promises. only, the universe has other ideas. aka the one where harry just won't leave louis alone (but he really doesn't mind)

Crash Landing by FullOnLarrie | E | 5844 Louis crashes weddings for the thrill of it. He gets dressed up, uses fake names, and makes up stories to go along with each new persona. Sometimes he'll find someone on the guest list to spend the evening drinking and dancing with (among other things). No strings attached and he never sees them again. That is, until he meets a fellow wedding crasher.

reminiscing the other day by tilthesundies | E | 8317 “Spain,” Harry says. “This weekend.” Louis blinks. “Are you asking me, or telling me?” “Asking,” he says with a huff. Harry's invited to a wedding, and there's only so much Louis can hide.

Chaotically by scottmcniceass | E | 13765 The way Zayn plays makes Liam feel a lot of things, but mostly it just makes Liam want him.

in the end I started thinking about the beginning by infinitelymint | E | 21554 When Louis returned from Malaysia to attend his best mate Zayn's wedding, he hadn't expected their wedding planner to be Harry Styles. Over the next two weeks Louis learns that maybe staying in one place permanently isn't so bad, as long as you have someone to stay with.

If You Asked Me If I Love Him (I'd Lie) by allyasavedtheday | M | 26694 So Harry and Louis might have fucked up. The day of their wedding was the single most perfect moment of Louis’ life and every single day since where he’s been able to call Harry his husband has been nothing short of bliss. There’s just one teeny, tiny problem… Their families don’t know they’re married. * Or the one where Harry and Louis eloped but neglected to mention it to anyone. Meanwhile Lottie is getting married and the only way for them to not steal her thunder is by pretending they're just friends for the weekend. Featuring Harry and Louis as terrible liars who don't know the meaning of the word platonic and some Tomlinsons and Styles's who definitely don't believe them.

maybe if i got my timing right by missandrogyny | M | 30719 Louis is aware, of course, that this all makes him sound like the heroine from Twilight, but it’s just. It’s been three years, that’s all. Three years and not once does Louis think that he’s moved on, not once has he met someone who made him feel how Zayn did. Who made his heart race with excitement, with euphoria. Who made him feel high without drugs, like he was walking around on a cloud. Who made Louis feel everything—all the highs and the lows—with startling, vivid clarity. Which means that there must be some merit to his feelings, considering that it’s been three years and they’ve just consistently been…there. Unchanging. Unwavering. And whereas before he could ignore them, pretend they weren’t there, he can’t now because Zayn’s getting fucking married. He’s getting hitched. He’s entering into a lifelong commitment with another person, one that’s going to kill all of Louis’ hopes with Zayn and probably his last, only shot at love. So there really is no choice. Louis has to stop the wedding, confess to Zayn, and ultimately win Zayn back. (Or: AU where Zayn is getting married to someone that isn't Louis, and Louis enlists Harry's help to stop the wedding.)