Charlesden is home of everything boring, where nothing exciting ever happens. Harry dreams of being more than a small-town boy and craves for more, and then in walks a mysterious Louis Tomlinson to turn his life upside-down. Here's to a seventies romance, so much confusion, and some good goddamn music.
Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cov...
in a world where everything your soulmate writes on their skin appears on yours, a young boy named dean winchester has been seeing butterflies appear all up and down his arms, on his thighs, and even on his stomach for years now. word count: 19,609
