[COMPLETE] Eleanora likes doing weird things for simple reasons, like attending every single gig the band 'White Eskimo' plays, purely because she thinks the lead singer, Harry Styles, is kinda cute. And Harry kind of likes that. A lot. [AU in which White Eskimo got a record deal and are now touring the country, stopping at clubs and bars in hope to make it onto the scene. One Direction don't exist, and there's a girl (at this point the band aren't sure of her name) who likes to follow them around wherever they go and she may or may not have the most complicated personality ever.] [Cover: someweirdhipster] [Words: 31,000]

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. *** Claire is lost and scared and utterly alone. Her family is in shambles after the death of her older sister Ina, and she's left to pick up the broken pieces of herself as her life heads into a downwards spiral of loneliness. Her heart leads her to 5:48, a little cafe by 33rd street, where she finds her new home. With a broken heart and a speech disability, Jasper has his heart and mouth sewn shut by the winding threads of hurt and fear. Painting and serving coffee in cafe 5:48 are one of his last few saving graces, but the smile he's been painting on himself will soon fade away as everything he's ever held dear slips away from his grasp. Ezra is out-of-sync and oddly cold by the way life has treated his young self. Abandoned by his single mother at an early age, he has grown up thinking that he is a mistake. His constant shaking hands are a reflection of what he often thinks of himself, but the delightful pastries he bakes for 5:48's customers are a reflection of what others see of him. Drew is a quirky rarity. He is a dash of loud, a pinch of exuberant, and a cup of eccentric - just like the meals he serves in the cafe as the only chef there. Behind his playful grins and outlandish clothes, however, are his jutting ribs, hollowed cheeks, and too-thin arms. Sometimes he cannot stomach being in his own skin as much as he cannot stomach food. This family has gone a long way from finding each other, and they'll be going a long way together too as reality comes catching up to them, threatening the newfound happiness they've found with each other. Secrets are revealed, pasts become presents, and lives are changed. Slowly but surely, they find their way back home. *** NOTE AS OF 08/2026: This is the old version of the story from 2012, posted in FULL. Another story that will be considered a reprise of this old version is in the works, and will be posted under the name "Hiraya House."

❝we are all searching for someone whose demons will play well with ours.❞ quiet rituals and even quieter conversations; a collectanea. (© promethean 2013; cover by promethean)

Ed loved her. He promised her that he would never let her down. He helped her through her addiction and unwelcome carrier. They would be together forever, until she overdosed and died. What would he do, when the love of his life was gone? Get Drunk. But what about after that? Would there ever be someone else? Yes. The love of his life's sister. Bonded by the sharing of grief and loss, a relationship bloomed. Unexpected, completely wrong, but this love was even greater than the one before. A relationship built, and a Lego House stands tall, through loss of a child, through break ups, through love, through sadness, through everything, a Lego House is born and the relationship always, always, goes on +.

He could've opened it right then and there, making the whole process move quicker, but he slipped it into his jacket pocket, bringing his eyes back up to a normal level, moving forward. The paper was now his, it was no longer in a confused state of lost as well as found. It was simply found. Found by a boy who was blind to the hate in the world. Blind to love. A boy blind to loss.