#since people are talking about long haired louis

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Zipper Extra IV

You can read the rest here: Zipper

@harrybabyyyyyyy gave me most of the inspiration on this one. Thank you so much <3 :)

In 7th grade, I learned about dramatic irony and I haven't gotten over it since. So please enjoy a bit of angst (Harry is an idiot, obvi) in the form of Harry once more not communicating his feelings, and a big bit of fluff. Hopefully you'll enjoy. Takes place sometime after the Zipper Extra I, maybe even after a year of dating.

He stood where he was, arm resting on the window as he leaned against it. He took a deep breath, his heart already aching with the feeling that he majorly fucked up and it was exactly the kind of thing she would leave him for. “Yes,” he murmured. There was no use denying it. No use in trying to apologize right now. It was dumb and he needed to own it.

“Harry!” Louis said quietly in the middle of a meeting. He slid his phone across the table to him and Harry was engrossed in taking notes on the information being given that he didn’t pay any mind to Louis or his phone. “Harry,” he snapped without drawing attention of everyone else.

Shaking his head, he looked at Louis with a curious albeit annoyed expression. “What?” He grumbled to his friend and boss. The team of people involved and their accompanying client accumulated to seven total people in the room. Two of which were still talking, disregarding the exchange between Harry and Louis. “M’in the middle of something.”

“For Christ’s sake. Look at the goddamn, phone,” he hissed under his breath.

Sighing, Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed it, noting who it was from partway through reading.

Hey...I know I said that I had Harry to help me if I needed it, but he’s in a meeting and he tends to get really involved with what he’s doing so he probably isn’t noticing my calls...HE is in the file room... and he hasn’t seen me yet but I’m literally hiding behind a shelf and I’m...I’m so uncomfortable. I’m so sorry Louis. I really hate to bother you...could you come here?

Without recognizing or feeling his own movements, Harry was out of the conference room. In fact, Harry only read to the part where HE was in the file room. He vaguely heard Louis’ making an excuse. But Harry was sprinting down the stairs to the room where old cases were stored. Nearly pushed someone into the wall and almost tripped on the last few steps.

Just as he approached the file-room door, he took a deep breath and calmed himself before walking in as casually as he could possibly seem. He made eye contact with the man that he wanted to murder not so long ago. If pressed in anyway, Harry still would. Harry didn’t utter a word. His face was as stoic as he could manage. He didn’t want him to know she was in there. Fortunately, he nodded awkwardly at Harry thinking about their last interaction as well, it seemed. Almost immediately after the thought entered his mind, he left the room.

“Love?” Harry whispered quietly the moment the door shut.

“Oh, thank God,” she sighed with relief. Harry followed the sound of her voice to the correct shelf. Her pulse rate settled in hearing Harry call out to her. She crouched and her heels allowed her to perch above the tile floor. She put her hands over her face. “I had to text Louis,” she whispered. Harry knelt beside her and placed a hand on her back.

“M’so very sorry, baby,” he cooed and leaned forward to kiss her hair. “I should have paid attention to my phone.”

She shook her head. “It’s hard, I don’t want to text you or email you during the day and have people get all in a twist...not that it’s bad what we’re doing it’s...I know they’ll think I’m doing it for—"

“No,” he shook his head. “Kitten, next time y’can scream for me. I’ll come running,” he murmured and brought her back to standing so he could hold her close to his chest. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Harry smelled like a campfire and vanilla. It was dizzying. But it smelled like her own personal sanctuary.

“I know I overreacted—”

“No, kitten. Course y’didn’t. Shh,” he hummed softly.

She sighed again and just continued to breathe in the heady scent of Harry. “I thought it was going to be Louis that came...I’m so happy it’s you,” she mumbled into the jacket of his suit. Harry sighed, feeling overwhelmed with how much he adored her and the relief that she was okay. “You really can’t murder someone for me. Even I would have a hard time defending you in court,” she reminded him.

He smiled; his face pressed against her hair. He inhaled the floral scent and thought about the shampoo he bought so she always had some at his place. After a moment he shook his head in answer to her rebuttal. Part of him was reminded that even though he spent the better part of two decades being cold toward her, he was glad she read his thoughts so much of the time. “I’d gladly serve any sentence on behalf of you, kitten.”

*

Harry’s apartment was marginally closer to work than hers in distance. Work split their places almost in half, hers being slightly further away. “We should leave clothes at each other’s places,” she suggested as she searched through Harry’s dresser for something that wouldn’t drown her in fabric while she walked around his place. Harry leaned against the door frame smiling at her while she went through his clothes.

We should just move in together. I’ve known you my whole life.

She glanced at him and blushed. “I think we have to have some semblance of normalcy to this relationship, Harry. Don’t want to move in just yet.”

“Well, if y’sure. Seems silly. Since y’jus’ read m’mind and all,” he rolled his eyes.

“You also hated me for the better part of twenty years, and I don’t want to bring those feelings back because I leave hair in the shower drain.” Harry loved the idea of her in his shower that he didn’t even feel the need to comment on the fact that he didn’t hate her. “Stop thinking about the shower.”

He didn’t even question it. “Don’t even think we’d have t’talk if y’moved in, love. Y’seem t’know m’every thought.”

“I just know you’re thinking about the shower because you’re a boy. Not because you’re Harry.” He knelt to the floor behind her and wrapped his arms around her resting his head on the back of her shoulder. He was so much taller than her it was a slightly awkward position. “Maybe you should state your case or something,” she said finding a T-shirt suitable enough to go with a pair of his shorts.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes at her. “If s’what it takes,” he murmured against her back.

*

They ate lunch together in Harry’s office most days. People tended to bother her more because she was so adorably sweet. Harry was often closed off and very intimidating without meaning to be. At least to people who weren’t her. So, it made more sense to hide in his office.

They didn’t talk much during lunch. Not about anything world-changing or life-altering, anyway. Chatting about their days and their upcoming schedules was mainly it. Occasionally, they’d turn it into a working lunch because Harry would be stuck with something in his case, and he would ask her and of course she almost always had a solution.

“How come y’never need help from me?” He frowned. “M’always bothering you.”

“I’m just smarter than you,” she shrugged and smiled at him.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re smart, alright.”

“Harry you’re brilliant,” she said knowingly. “I just really like the finer details.” Harry watched her eat for a few moments thinking about how rude he had been to her for years and now she was eating in his office. Saying he was brilliant after the way he treated her. She enjoyed kissing him. They had slept in the same bed. It was surreal. “What are you thinking about there, baby?” She asked quietly. He looked at the food on his desk and smirked before looking back up at her.

“You love me?” That was one of the most shocking things of all.

She smiled. “Against all better judgment.”

“S’an understatement,” he muttered.

“You can’t have this complex, cupcake. You apologized profusely and I accepted it,” she shrugged. “I don’t want you dwelling on it.”

“You were so nice t’me...all those years.”

“You were pretty nice to me too...considering you hated me.”

Harry found that when he ‘hated’ her or when he loved her, a great deal of his time with her was spent rolling his eyes at her for one reason or another.  “I didn’t hate you.”

“You did not like me.”

He sighed. “Why did you like me?”

“Because you were smart and even though you didn’t like me you were still nice to me. And you always...” she sighed, and she went over to him at his desk. She pushed his food out of the way and leaned against the ledge of the desk. He slid his chair back to give her more space and his legs spread to either side of hers. He placed his hands on the outside of her hips to bring himself and the chair back toward her. “I always thought that even if you hated me, you...you would never let anything bad happen to me. You were always there. Every party that I felt uneasy about guys drinking around me. Every time it was late at night, and you still walked me home from the library even though I lived on the opposite side of campus...If I didn’t understand something in class, you never made me feel stupid. You just explained it to me. And you didn’t have to. You...” she smiled at him. “I think part of me hoped you would just start liking me more if I was around you enough...and I know I joke about it. But I don’t think you hated me. At least not...not like you could have.”

He smirked. His heart warmed with all the words she said. Naturally, she was right. He looked up at her and she swore she had never seen anything as beautiful as Harry Styles’ green eyes peering up at her through lashes that were simply sinful to have on any man, let alone him. “I love you.”

“See? It worked,” and as often as he did it, she adored the eye roll he gave her every single time.

*

“Hey,” Harry said entering Louis’ office. He handed him a paper to sign while he chatted on the phone. “Any chance y’heard about her case this morning?” He asked when Louis hung up.

“I heard she won, but I didn’t get the details yet,” Louis smirked. Harry was so proud. There was no reason for him to be, he had no doubt at all she would win. But he was anyway. He adored her and the pride was overwhelming. “Do you know if she made a plan for her interview yet? Have to say I was a bit blindsided by the reference call,” he told him while still scrolling through the messages on his phone and attempting, simultaneously to look through his email.

Harry blinked, his stomach dropped, and his blood felt cold. “What?” He asked.

Louis glanced up at his friend and pursed his lips. “Oh,” he muttered. “Perhaps, I said too much.”

“What are you talking about?” Harry felt the gnawing anger he used to feel around her biting at his stomach.

“It’s not my place, Harry. You’ll have to ask her,” he said.

Harry glared at his friend. He shouldn’t have. As much as Louis was his friend, he was also his boss. Not that Louis would fire him over something like this, but it was still rude. “Interview,” he repeated. Louis shifted his eyes from the computer, to Harry, and back. He nodded once.

Harry stormed out of Louis’ office slamming the door.

*

She knocked on his door. Exhausted. There was so much paperwork that needed to be done after her winning case. Winning felt like a chore sometimes and while she was grateful for the win, nothing sounded better than snuggling up to her boyfriend on the couch and watching a show for a few hours.

Harry silently opened the door. “Hi, cupcake,” she smiled sweetly.

He didn’t respond and waited for her to walk through. She frowned and entered quickly. He closed the door and walked by her as he headed to the kitchen, leaning against the island. “Congratulations are in order, I heard,” he mumbled pouring her a glass of wine.

“Uh...yeah, I guess,” the air was tense, and she didn’t know why. Taking the glass, she felt like Harry’s sour mood was her fault but what was worse was she didn’t know why. It was probably just a bad day on his part. They happened every so often. But now that she thought about it, it was weird he didn’t text her congratulations. He was typically the first one to say it, having some astute knowledge or maybe an inside person at the courthouse telling him all about her wins. She kicked her heels off, setting her glass on the island and then made her way to the bathroom to find some medicine.

Hearing the pills shaking out of the bottle made Harry pull out of his slump a bit. “Did y’skip lunch?” He asked, he was right outside the door it seemed. She didn’t want to answer him because she knew it would worsen his bad mood. “Take that as a yes,” he grumbled, and she heard him quietly pad away.

She thought long and hard about everything that could have happened today. Maybe it was something totally unrelated to her. But the tension was so thick it felt a bit suffocating. She splashed cold water on her face and headed back to the kitchen. “I’ll pay you a hundred if y’get it here in less than half an hour. Two hundred if s’less than fifteen minutes,” and then he hung up. He looked at her. “You can’t skip lunch.”

“I know,” she said. No use in arguing. He was right and he would win.

He leaned against the island again and she grabbed her drink before heading to the sofa this time. Harry stayed where he was until there was a knock on the door no more than ten minutes later. He paid the substantial sum he said he would and then brought the food to her. He placed her favorite burger and fries from her favorite place in front of her and then walked away again. “I have t’make a call,” he mumbled and headed to his room. She ate by herself along with the characters on TV. Only paying some vague attention while she tried to figure out what went wrong.

She heard Harry’s low voice for a long while, unable to make out any words but it did sound like a business call. But soon she had watched a whole forty-minute episode and her burger and fries were gone. She frowned, hearing nothing but silence from down the hall.

Cleaning up her stuff, she scribbled on a notepad that she needed to do laundry and she exited without so much as a kiss goodbye.

*

Harry’s stalemate with her was not going well. The agitation was so visible to everyone around him they literally turned in the opposite direction of him when he walked down the hall. They exited quickly from the room when he entered.

Since she was merely one office over, she could hear him yelling a lot while he was on the phone over the few days following her silent dinner alone in his apartment. Without knowing why he was mad, she didn’t know what to do. He wouldn’t talk to her. She tried. She sat in his office and ate a tense, silent lunch with him while he stared at her, green eyes piercing through her as if she was hiding something.

After one day of that, she refused to subject herself to it again. She still brought Harry lunch the following day, a half hour earlier than normal, while he was still on the phone so he couldn’t say anything to her. She was silent and had a right mind to throw it in his lap and ruin his suit but refrained from doing so, just barely. He kept his tone even as he watched her walk in, place it on his desk, and then leave without a word.

Harry didn’t make any attempt to apologize for his behavior at his apartment nor told her anything about what he was feeling. She felt like she did back in university when he saw her at parties. He would stare at her for a moment and then move on. It was making her crazy. He didn’t come to her apartment, didn’t text her, and didn’t tell her if she was still invited to his mom’s house for dinner on Sunday. He did ensure a coffee was on her desk each morning (even though she had already had one before arriving at work) and made sure she had an Uber waiting outside the building when it rained on Thursday.

Her heart was starting to feel heavy; like Harry was pulling away from her and she didn’t know why.

It was at the Friday staff meeting that it finally all came to a head.

Harry was grumbly and making snide remarks under his breath. Louis merely glared at him and rolled his eyes as he continued. She said nothing. Mainly because she never said anything in the meetings but more so today than ever because of the silent feud happening in her personal life that was rapidly spilling into her professional life. She could feel his gaze hit her every few moments and linger another few moments more because she was horribly attuned to him and loved when he looked at her.

Except right now.

It was nearing the end of the meeting when Harry all but snapped once more. He made a good point, but he was of course grumpy about it, making everyone in the conference room uncomfortable and angry. The man sitting two seats away from her looked at her until she got the sense someone was watching her. She looked up and caught his gaze. “Do us all a favor, love: blow him already. It’s making our lives miserable.”

Louis was out of his seat almost as soon as the crass words left her coworker's mouth. He physically pushed Harry back toward the window as he all but lunged for the man that said it. She looked at her notes blankly. Tears pricking the back of her eyes and she knew her face was turning red. It wasn’t a secret they were dating, but they didn’t make a big show of it. It was totally out of line to say that, and it made her so uncomfortable. She did her best to ignore the whole situation as best she could while listening to Harry shout insults and profanities while people started filing out the room.

“Jesus Christ, talk to her!” Louis snapped once everyone had left. He released Harry who spun and glared out the window. “That’s a direct order,” he shouted. Louis didn’t look at her as he slammed the conference room door shut. She kept staring at her notes. Everyone else was gone but she was terrified of moving. Afraid that if she made any movement, she would start crying from the anger she felt toward that stupid coworker or from how sad she was that Harry hadn’t told her he loved her in almost four days. Now that he said it so frequently, she was an addict for it. Years of thinking he hated her only for him to say he loved her did a number on her and mostly in a good way. But if this was how their arguments were going to be...she wasn’t sure she could do this.

“Why didn’t y’tell me you were applying for a new job?” He grumbled.

She looked up and saw his hurt expression in the reflection of the window. She bit the inside of her cheek. “Because I’m not,” she said simply, shaking her head.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose. “Please don’t lie t’me. I’ll lose it. I swear.”

“Harry, number one, I've never lied to you. Ever. I'm insulted you would say that to me. Number two, I did not apply anywhere.”

He turned around and he looked so hurt. Like he was betrayed because yeah, she never lied to him ever. “Louis said y’had an interview.”

“Well, he shouldn’t have said anything to you because it’s not true,” she snapped. "And you should have asked if you were so upset."

He blinked in surprise because she never had an angry tone. Even when she deserved to have one nor when she needed to have one. “Louis got a call from a firm...a reference call.”

She closed her eyes. “I didn’t know they called Louis,” she hissed at him. He felt himself freeze up at her words. He hadn’t considered that she didn’t know. “Have you been ignoring me all week because of that? Something I didn’t know about?” She whispered angrily. "Something you didn't tell me about?"

Harry felt like an idiot immediately. He thought about the day he confessed his love for her. How the first words of his confession were I’m going to be a shitty boyfriend. He meant it. Because it was true. He was a shitty boyfriend... It was something about her. If he scratched even a speck of dust off the surface of why that was, he would come to the obvious conclusion that it was because it was her. She was too good, and he was too mean to her all those years.

He stood where he was, arm resting on the window as he leaned against it. He took a deep breath, his heart already aching with the feeling that he majorly fucked up and it was exactly the kind of thing she would leave him for. “Yes,” he murmured. There was no use denying it. No use in trying to apologize right now. It was dumb and he needed to own it.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She snapped. He flinched, but felt he deserved that. “Jesus Christ Harry, I give you so much grace and time because this is totally different than our old relationship. I know we’ve always had a rocky beginning but...you have to talk to me!” She croaked.

The sound of her tears threatening to fall made him nauseous. “We can’t do this here,” he said turning to her finally to see her wiping her eyes quickly. He felt devastated that he made her cry. “Let’s go—”

His tone was so gentle now that he realized he messed up. It shouldn’t have come to this, but here they were. “I don’t want to go anywhere with you right now,” she all but snarled, gathered her belongings and left Harry alone in the conference room.

*

Flowers arrived every hour after she got home. After the fourth hour, the delivery man apologized at her irritated expression. She glared at the pretty bouquet, and how it was softening her angry heart.

She texted him. You can send me a whole botanical garden. I’m not speaking to you. See how you like it. It was petty and childish. She was a grown woman, and it was not the appropriate thing to say but he didn’t respond. Naturally.

Her phone rang and she was surprised to see Gemma’s name lighting up her screen. “Hello?” she asked tentatively.

“What did he do?” Gemma asked.

“Your brother is a hot-tempered idiot,” she stated.

“I tried to warn you.” She didn’t say anything in response. Gemma sighed. “Look, I don’t know what he did, but I promise you, he did it because he loves you. It doesn’t make it right and you deserve to silent treatment him until the end of time. I have no right to make this request and I know you’ll probably hate me just for saying it, but please don’t leave him. He’s so happy with you. He knows he messed up and he’s gonna give you space now, but...you said it. He’s an idiot.”

“I’m not gonna leave him,” she rolled her eyes.

 Gemma’s relief was probably as palpable as Harry’s would have been. “Oh, thank God. That was more for me than for him. I won’t even tell him you said that. Let him sweat it.”

She smirked despite herself. “I was looking forward to dinner,” she admitted.

“You should still come, I’ll have Mum uninvite him and we can trash-talk him the whole time,” Gemma suggested.

She shook her head. “I’ll call him tomorrow. Hopefully he won’t break up with me.”

“Why would he break up with you?”

“Because your brother is an idiot. He would say he’s doing it for my benefit. I bet it will take some convincing.”

Gemma was quiet. “That does sound like him. Fuck. I’ll...I’ll talk to him.”

*

Can I call you? She texted Louis after the fifth bouquet arrived. I know it’s the weekend...I know it's super late...on a Friday...I know it’s...I’m sorry.

Her phone rang a moment later and she felt relief. “Hey love,” Louis said softly.

“Tell me what happened with the reference call.” She listened to his story, feeling an overwhelming amount of empathy for Harry. That had to have blindsided him. “Why didn’t you ask me?” She asked Louis.

“I had every intention of asking you, but he just happened to come to the office first. I never even thought you hadn’t told him, love. I’m so sorry.”

“I wasn’t hiding it. There just wasn’t anything to tell. I never even applied. They saw my argument in court one day, they saw me beat them, and they wanted me. Just trying to recruit me and whatnot. Probably to scare you, I don’t know...I didn’t tell Harry because it didn’t...it’s nothing. I like where I am,” she explained. “I didn’t know they would call you. I’m sorry. That must have been hard for you as well.”

Louis chuckled. “Don’t worry love. Course they want you. Only the worst firm in the world wouldn’t. I love having you with us, darling. So, I’m glad.”

“Thank you. Sorry for the call.”

“Don’t apologize. Harry’s my friend too. Which means you’re my friend. Consider this a friend call.”

“Well thank you.”

“Have a good weekend, love. Call if you need anything.”

*

Harry gave her a key almost immediately after they started dating. She tried not to use it—only to surprise him once after a particularly hard day and she made his favorite dish for dinner. But most of the time, she was always with him.

But now, she was here because after tossing and turning for hours she could not fall asleep. Feeling like she couldn’t wait until morning, she got up and ready to leave for Harry’s place. After tripping over five more bouquets and vases outside her door, she rolled her eyes. She set them inside the doorway and hurried down to the street.

She trekked across town in an Uber; just her purse on her shoulder, oversized t-shirt, and a pair of leggings. She thought slippers might be too much, so she settled for a pair of comfy slipper-looking loafers. Within fifteen minutes she was at his door.

Quietly, she unlocked his apartment as it was nearing two thirty in the morning. She heard music playing from his room and she slipped her shoes off, padded silently down the hall. He was sound asleep. The light from his side table created a pretty glow over him and his smooth, tanned skin. The music was a playlist she made that she listened to fall asleep every so often. This one contained some of her favorite songs of the month. Her heart softened. He was holding his phone clutched in his hand and she was grateful he was a heavy sleeper as she pulled it from his grip. A picture of herself illuminated the screen and her heart weakened more. Harry was lightly snoring as she covered him with the blanket he had tossed at the end of the bed. One of his socks was half off his foot but she left it there because she thought it was pretty cute.

She clicked the light off and slipped into bed beneath the covers that he was lying on top of. She turned toward his body; his head was facing the other way, but she didn’t care. She gently laid her arm over his waist and finally felt tired enough to fall asleep peacefully.

*

She woke up to his beautiful green eyes staring at her. They were red around the corners—like he had cried, and the thought sent a shot of sadness through her like nothing she had ever felt before. “Creepy,” she mumbled instead and rubbed her eye for a moment. His gaze didn’t move.

He was under the covers now, his arm draped over her waist. “When did y’get here?” He asked ignoring her benign insult. He couldn’t do anything but look at her.

“Before three,” she said softly.

He winced. “Please don’t take Ubers that late,” he mumbled, sighing deeply. He bit his lip. “Should probably tell them t’stop with the flowers if you’re here; there will be six more out there.”

She couldn’t help the softening of her heart. “Thank you.”

He shook his head. “Please don’t thank me.”

She smiled and cupped his face between her hands. He pulled her by the waist, so her body was closer to him. “Harry,” she whispered. “You can’t give me the silent treatment.”

“I know,” he nodded quickly. “M’so sorry, kitten. Really.”

“I know,” she repeated him.

He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face pulling at his lower lip with two fingers. He looked exasperated. “I don’t know why I make it s’hard with you,” he muttered.

“I think it’s because you love me,” she whispered with a smirk on her face.

He closed his eyes. “Someone who loves you wouldn’t...not speak t’you. Not even for a second,” he told her. She put a hand on his face and waited until he opened his eyes.

“The flowers were a good start,” she whispered.

He smirked despite himself. “A start?”

She nodded a grin, painting her lips so beautifully, Harry thought his heart would stop. “You’ll think of something.”

He had this way of looking at her apologetically through his gorgeous eyelashes that framed his equally gorgeous green eyes. The most beautiful puppy dog eyes. “I don’t want y’to forgive me yet,” he said softly.

“I’m not,” she promised. But she would admit was hard not to when he looked so beautiful and full of remorse. “But I love you too much to be away from you.”

He sighed. “Somehow you’re infuriating,” he grumbled.

“Why don’t you ask me your questions?” She asked.

He shook his head against her hand. “No. S’not my business. You can make your own decisions. And they have nothing t’do with me.”

She shook her head as he spoke. “You have everything to do with my big decisions. You’re part of my life, Harry. But I would tell you if there was a big decision to make.”

He was silent for a minute. Just stared at her.  She drew a little circle with her index finger on his cheek while he clearly thought something difficult. “Angel,” he whispered. She frowned. She hated that tone in his voice. “I don’t want to hurt you. I forget your birthday, I give you the silent treatment, I don’ listen—”

She sighed. “If you break up with me, I’ll scream like a crazy person and I’ll put up the biggest fight you’ve ever seen,” she promised.

He smiled. “You are the most beautiful, wonderful person I’ve ever known. You are also the dumbest.”

“Smartest,” she said smugly. Pointedly. “I didn’t tell you because I’m not going anywhere. They wanted me.”

“Of course, they did,” he whispered as she spoke.

She smiled, unable to move her eyes from his. “I would never make a decision like that without your input,” she promised.

“You could do anything without my input.”

She ignored him. “We have always been a team. A weird one,” she assented, and he chuckled. “But a team.”

Harry sighed and rubbed his face again. “S’jus’...when Louis asked...it jus’ made sense. Of course, you would leave,” he muttered. “You’d be away from him, and it would create some space between us. I gotta imagine m’a bit suffocating at times. Especially in the office next t’you? I don’t know, kitten...I jus’ thought you—”

“Can you just ask me next time?” She interrupted.

He nodded vigorously. “Yes,” he promised. “God kitten, you’re gonna be s’sick of me when m’upset.”

She shook her head. “Impossible. I’m sorry I didn’t try and argue more...I guess part of me is still a bit...” she sighed. “A lot of rewiring to do,” she bit the inside of her lip. “I forget that you want to hear my thoughts now,” she smiled.

He rolled his eyes. “I could listen to you talk all day.”

“Don’t ask for what you can’t handle, cupcake.”

“Would you jus’ kiss me already, kitten?” He sighed with yet another eye roll.

She shook her head. “Oh no. No way. My morning breath is so bad,” she said turning her head from him and then started to wiggle out of the bed. Harry grabbed her gently, tickling her as she protested, and quickly pinned her below him. Her laughter subsided as he smiled, hovering over her. Admiring how beautiful she looked like that, his leg pressed firmly between her thighs, her hands pinned next to her head beneath his. Her cheeks pinked at their position and Harry smiled impishly.

“There isn’t a world,” he bent down and kissed her collarbone, “in which,” her neck, “I won’t,” her cheek, “want t’kiss you,” he pressed his lips between hers. “You sweet, gorgeous girl,” he pressed several more kisses on her lips.

She smiled snd shook her head. “Tell that to 16-year-old, Harry,” she said.

“M’gonna kill you,” he promised.

“Can I forgive you now?”

He shook his head. “Not for at least a week. And I should buy you lunch every day and sleep on the couch.”

“Why would we sleep on the couch?” She asked curiously.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “God, I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now kiss me again.”

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[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 9- Age gap w/ Felix

⤷ warnings: fem!reader, dom!Felix, unprotected sex, oral(m), cumming in mouth, sex while otp(?)

⤷ word count: 1,38k

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(Reader is 22 Felix is 34)

this was wrong, you knew it but you couldn't help it. He was the CEO of some big company and you were simply a secretary.its not ideal for you to date the "big guy" of the company. If anyone found out you were at high risk to lose your job.

It was almost like a ritual, every year the company would have something like a party to celebrate all the achievements and new workers for that year. You were supposed to start working the next day yet still being invited to go. What's the harm in going?  The email you got said your boss is 'Mr.Lee'. You've heard not alot of people get to even see him let alone work alongside him. You were estatic to say the least.

When you get to the place, it was packed. You maneuver your way through the abundance of people towards a seat in the corner, you weren't much of a talkative or outgoing person so sitting in the corner on your phone was perfect for you.

Towards the end of the night, you find yourself in the hallway pressed up against the wall, felix kissing you like he's never kissed anyone before.

When you walked into a hallway, getting lost. Maybe it was because you had one to many drinks to have or maybe you just need some dick. You turned the corner to see a man, couldn't be older than 35 leaning against the wall legs crossed and his phone in his hand. When you look closer you realize it's the CEO, lee Felix. Besides the meeting you had with him a few weeks ago, you never really met him or officially "met".

He looks up from his phone when he heard footsteps. "Ah, __! Nice to see you again." He held out his hand to meet yours, keeping a firm grip on your palms.

"How do you like this so far?" He puts away his phone walking towards you.

"Oh! It's great, though I'm not one to, put myself out there you know?" You laugh at him before trying to get to your destination.

As soon as you take a step his hand stops you "I want to properly talk to you, like a conversation." he smiles, lighting dragging you back towards the wall he was leaning on.

You guys ended up talking for God knows how long. Talking about any random thing that comes to mind.

You come to find out that he's a really sweet person. Talking about his other friends who work in different departments, and stuff he does for his sister's. He was such a gentleman.

"You're such a pretty girl __, did you know?"

"I am?" You cock an eyebrow, confused at the sudden statement.

"Prettiest girl I've ever seen" he leans in, head tucked into your neck. With every breath he takes you feel the hairs on you back rise. You try and ease away from the situation, but with no where to move hence your back against wall. You find him gorgeous, obviously. He looks like a fucking angel in all the photos you see, nonetheless when his front is pressed up against yours.

"This dress is gorgeous on you, where'd you get it?" His voice drops an octive, rubbing you sides.

"Oh, it's a gift! I almost feel bad since it's a really expensive brand." It was a gift, so you didn't lie. From your friend you happens to model. They received a dress but it was the wrong size, leading them to give the dress to you.

"Really now? What brand baby" he cups your ass over the dress.

"Louis Vuitton" you look around to see if anybody is near or passing by.

"Let me buy you every dress in this color."

The statement caught you odd guard. Buy you stuff? Your friend never told you what the price of the dress was, in the hopes that you wouldn't return it. But you found it anyway, the price shocking you. 1 million dollars. You wouldn't have taken it if you knew. So having him say that he wants to buy you more?

"No, there's no need really!" You laugh trying to avoid to conversation.

"But I want to. C'mon let me spoil you."

__________________________________________

You found yourself inbetween his legs making out with him. You didn't want to let him buy you things, but you couldn't help but stay with him. Not because of his money, but because of his personality. He was a sweet soul, always being a gentleman. You like to think him giving you stuff is just a extra.

"let me please you" he whispers inbetween kisses, slipping down your straps of your tank top.

"I- we have work in like 30 minutes, w-we can't?"

"We shouldn't." He corrected "but I want to. Please baby? I'll call out sick for both of us" you wanted to, but you felt guilty for keeping him from his job.

"Okay."

He starts pulling down your pants, keeping your panties on.

He traces his thumb over the wet patch forming on your panties.

"Such a naughty girl. Getting this wet because of what? Some kissing? Pathetic."

He goes back to kissing your neck, going downwards until he reaches your breasts.

Your breath hitches,  waiting for him to do something.

He doesn't pull the loose fitted clothing off, instead sucking on whatever was available.

He pulls down his pants with one hand, other hand hold you still.

He pulls his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock.

He nudges the tip on your clit trying to make you moan.

"I'm gonna give you the phone. Call and say you wont be available to come into work today."

You looked at him like you were seeing double. "You're joking?" You try to get him to laugh or even let out a little giggle but you get nothing.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Call them now." He's rubbing tip slowly along your folds.

"Im waiting I dont have all day."

You dial the number waiting for the person on the other end answers. As soon as they pick up Felix thrusts all the way into you.

He leans forward, elbows balancing up.

"Put it on speaker"

You remove the phone from your ear and put it on speaker, resting it on your side.

"H-Hello, yes good morning"

The other person on the line seems to be too happy for their own good.

"Good morning! How are you today" you can tell there is a smile lacing their face.

As soon as you begin to speak, his thrusts begin to quicken in pace. Hips barely meeting your thighs.

"A-ah yes about that, I am not feeling w-well today so I won't be able to make it fuck" he brings his hands to start rubbing figure 8s on your clit

"Sorry, what was that last part?"

"N-nothing!"

"Hm, okay. Well hope you feel better. Have a nice d-."

You didn't even wait for them to finish their statement, hanging up the phone immediately.

"Maybe kitten needs a reward. Did so good following directions right?"

"Y-yes please." you whine, trying to get him to move faster.

He flips you over, grabbing your hips before he starts to pound into you.

"S-such a tight fucking pussy. Only for me right?"

You nod Into the bedsheets unable to say anything.

"Words kitten"

'y- a-ah shit" he reaches over to your breasts, pinching your nipples.

"Baby, you're cumming, how can I move when you're clenching down on me like that" he grabs your hips pushing them off of his cock.

"Wanna cum in your mouth"

He proceeds to manhandle your body to get you in a kneeling position.

"Open." You stick your tongue out, waiting for him to feed you his cock.

He slides only the tip in when he starts jerking it off.

"Such a good girl hm? Making me use your holes like these"

You looked up at him and started to gently suckle on the tip.

"s-shit gonna cum in your mouth. You want it right."

You tried to nod your head but he shoves his cock down your throat.

"Then fucking take it"

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Hiii!! I loveeee ur work and after reading best song ever mv fic I've had this idea of like soml mv.. like y/n is with all her family and harry is just being goofy and loved bye them and i really want to se Anne and y/n intract like i think she would have an idea that harry has a little crush on her and like in the last after talking to y/n Anne teases harry and he gets all blushy...!

Not That Simple

A/N: writing about yn's stepmum brings me so much happiness i can't really explain it. hope you enjoy it lovies 💚

SUMMARY: Harry and YN being oblivious idiots and lie to their mums on the set of filming for their new music video, Story of My Life. (3.2k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

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"YN! Mon amour comment vas-tu?” My love, how are you?

"Hey Penny." YN smiles warmly as her stepmum walks into the set studio and shares a quick, squished hug from her. 

Today is the day when One Direction films their music video for their upcoming single, Story Of My Life. It’s an exciting time for the band because they were able to bring along some of their family members to re-create some of their childhood photos. YN didn’t have much family outside from growing up with the Tomlinsons other than one of her favorite people in the world.

"How was the drive over here? Was Noah nice to yeh?" YN asks, referring to her head of security she sent to go get her stepmum from the airport. 

"Oh he was an absolute doll, but he was completely unnecessary, baby. Yeh know I can handle meself." She pushes her sunglasses on top of her head and there’s no denying how truly gorgeous Penny is. She did yoga to keep fit and wore tight fitting jeans to show off her curvy figure. For as long as YN has known her, her stepmum always wore her dark hair down and long enough to cascade down her back. She used to joke that she could hear Penny coming from a mile away by all the bracelets and necklaces she wears—it reminds her of her hippie days when she was younger.

"Was just a safety thing, Pen."

"Yeh worry too much. Now," Penelope claps and rubs her hands together. "Where are those hunky lads? Oh!" She brushes past her stepdaughter once she notices them all huddled around each other as they chat amongst themselves. 

"Pen...Penny!" YN whisper shouts at her stepmum but it's no use because the woman is quickly and confidently making her way towards the boys.

"Hiya lads!" Penelope raises her arms excitingly in the air, her hips shimming from side to side.

"Penny!" All the boys cheer, smiles from ear to ear as they go around giving her hugs and kisses on the cheek in greeting. There’s no denying how much the boys all love her stepmum. They can easily tell where YN sponged onto some of her personality from. 

“You boys have grown up so much!” She gushes. Penelope grabs ahold of Louis’s chin and shifts his head around for her to look at. She playfully scrunches up her nose. “Lou, you’ve got some stuff on yeh face.”

All the boys laugh at her poke at his facial hair. He swats her hand away before stepping forward into her open arms. “Ha, ha. Very funny.”

"Hey Ms. YLN." Harry smiles sweetly after his turn giving YN’s mum a hug, only to receive a playful pat on the chest from the older woman.

"Now Harold, how many bloody times do I need to remind yeh to stop calling meh tha'. Makes me feel old."

"Penelope is quite a character isn't she?" Anne tells YN with a sweet smile. It was so nice to have some of the mums come on for this project. Anne was one of the first ones to arrive and her and YN have been talking almost non-stop. She was such an easy person to talk with that YN almost wanted to talk to her about her confusing feelings towards her son.

"Aren't yeh just the cutest, sweetest lad around?" Harry chuckles when the woman pinches at his cheeks.

YN lets out a snort. "More like embarrassing." 

"Ben! I'm ready for me close up!" Penelope announces with a grand wave of her arms and YN groans into her hands.

...

"Cut!” Ben yells and takes off his little headphones as he comes around from the camera. “Alright ladies, we're just gonna make a few more adjustments and we'll let you know when we're ready for you again.”

The two ladies nod from their fixed positions on the couch and relax their limps. The picture they're re-creating is one that really pin points the start for her and her step mum's relationship. Baby YN was only four years old when her father started dating again after her mother passed away and met a young, hippie chick at a bar. YN wasn't very fond of any of the women her father brought home but Penelope was different. She actually gave notice to his daughter, made an effort for a conversation with the little girl, and gave her a mother's smile. After two months of dating YN’s father, one of the ways Peneople finally broke through to her was through one of the many great loves in her carefree lifestyle: music.

In no way was Penelope trying to buy her love, but she knew that the little girl's eyes and ears grew curious whenever she pulled out her guitar.

So one day, when Penelope pulled out her acoustic guitar and began to play her rendition of Dreams by Fleetwood Mac, she acted like she didn’t notice the little girl shy peaking over from the side of the velvet couch. Whenever the young woman took her stubble glances to YN, the little girl quickly hid her face, her chubby finger rubbing against the soft material of the couch.

When YN didn’t hear the strings making their pretty melody, her little furrowed eye brows peaked around to see that Penelope pulled out a little toy guitar for YN. The little girl's eyes widened in excitement and it was the first time Penny saw YN accepting her into her life. She played carelessly along with the woman, babbled baby gibberish with her singing and smiled big enough to showcase her growing, gapped teeth.

It was a moment that the two women would never forget. Soon enough, YN would grow more and more attached to the woman than her father and they’re both grateful to have established that relationship before her father began to drink more and more.

Penelope left the hippie scene for YN, her free life for that of a mother's and she wouldn't have changed a single thing about it. So the picture is one her father took when YN was handed her first guitar. Penelope sits on her old blue velvet couch with her acoustic guitar in hand, smiling warmly at her future step daughter. The four year old is sitting next to Penny on her little baby legs, happily showing off her toy guitar in her hand.

When the two women came on to the recreated set, they were honestly taken aback by how accurate everything looked. Down from the framed pictures in the background to her step mum's favorite velvet couch.

"Y'know," YN’s step mum says lowly. "That boy hasn't stopped staring at yeh ever since I got here."

YN furrows her eyebrows and discreetly looks over her shoulder to see Harry in fact looking over to their way. He quickly adverts his gaze the second he's caught and suddenly finds something on the ground super interesting.

"That's just how he is." YN shrugs her shoulders, her fingers messing around with the tiny toy guitar in her hands, playing a soft and squeaky riff on it.

"He's always like that?" Penelope widens her eyes in playful amusement. "M'surprised he hasn't burned a whole in yeh head yet. Yeh can practically see the fookin' hearts in his eyes."

She can see the way her stepdaughter nervously adjusts the thick strap of her purple dress that's decorated with dogs all over. Penny nearly cried at the sight of her little girl back in the nostalgic piece of clothing.

"And even though they're not as big and bright as his, I can see the ones in yours, too." With Penelope's eyes focused on her finger placement on the neck of her guitar, she continues, "And don't yeh dare roll yeh bloody eyes at me, you know it's true."

YN stops her eyes from fully making their rotation and opps for squinting up at the ceiling.

"I don't like him like that." YN lies through her teeth. "He's...like a brother to me." The words taste vile on her tongue and she has to stop herself from cringing at the lie.

"Yeah, a brother you cuddle and snuggle up with. Which, if yeh put it like that sounds kinda creepy." YN visibly tenses up from her spot on the couch and eyes her step mum.

"...How do yeh know about that?"

"M'not giving away me allies." Penelope pucks her fingers against the wired strings to make a pretty melody. A beat goes by before she flattens her hands over the strings and says with a shrug, "Okay, it was Louis."

YN lets out a laugh of disbelief, "I'm going to fooking kill—"

"But so what if you cuddle with him?"

"Can yeh keep yeh bloody voice down?" YN hisses with wide eyes. She’s too scared to even glance over in his direction, hoping he didn’t hear her stepmum’s nonchalant tone.

"I think it's sweet.” Penelope shrugs like it’s not a big deal. “He's breaking yeh out of yeh shell. And he's a nice boy, YN. He’s good for yeh.”

“Yeah, maybe too good.” YN mutters to herself, missing the usual set of rings on her fingers to fidget with. 

“Hey, cut that shit.” Penople snaps and her stepdaughter’s eyes widen and her shoulders coming up her ears in a shrug in defense.

“I didn’t say anythin—”

“No, nuh uh. I will not sit here and listen to yeh belittle yourself like that, especially not for a boy. Don’t care who it is. I raised yeh better than that. Understood?” Penelope wasn’t used to having to scold her daughter in a while. It’s not like she did it every second of the day either, it’s just that YN has been away from home for the past three and a half years that she can forget her little girl isn’t a child anymore. She’s a young woman making her way through the world, a world too big for Penelope to ever fully experience and guide her daughter through but she will try her damn near best to any way she can.

“Yeah. Sorry, Pen.”

Penny isn’t truly mad at her, she doesn’t think that’s even possible at the sight of YN’s dejected look. She places a gentle hand on her stepdaughter’s cheek and her heart squeezes tight when YN leans into her touch, closing her eyes and letting out a quiet sigh.

“I love you, my baby. Always.”

“I love yeh too.” After resting her guitar on the side of the couch, YN allows her stepmum to pull her into her arms for a bear hug. She rests her head on Penelope’s chest, her forehead pressed against the side of her neck with her hands clutching onto her stepmum’s arm.

“Guess I have Harry to thank for yeh allowing me to cuddle on yeh.” Penelope jokes as she rests her cheek on top of YN’s head. But she’s suddenly and quickly blinking back tears by YN’s next words.

“Thank yeh for everything, mum.”

It’s always a rare, cherished moment whenever YN calls her by that name. It was always Penny or Pen, always being introduced as her stepmum and she never had a problem with that. After her biological mother left the picture, Penelope was in no way, shape or form ever trying to replace the little girl’s real mother. 

Even though she’s still not used to saying it a whole lot, YN does see Penny as her mother and there are not enough words in the world to ever describe how grateful for the woman hugging her. Thankfully, no other words need to be said in this moment as Peneople pulls her daughter closer, brushing a hand over YN’s hair before planting a kiss on top of her head. 

It’s not everyday she can hold her daughter in her arms in this nostalgic setting.

...

“Aw, Niall. You look so cute here.” YN coos as she points to one of the blonde lad’s baby photos. “What the hell happened?”

The boys all cackle and jab at Niall and it only makes YN laugh even more. 

"If you keep staring at her like that, you'll burn a hole right through her head, bunny." Anne whispers to her son as he watches YN and the boys in the room with their childhood photos hanging up everywhere. "Remind me, son. Why haven't you asked the lovely girl out on a date yet?"

Oh how he just wants to rant to his mum about everything. He wants to tell her how it’s not as simple to ask her out, to take her out to a fancy restaurant, wine and dine her to make her see how irrevocably in love he is with her. He can’t drive her home and walk her up to her doorstep and not end the night with a goodnight kiss without the world shoving its nose in places where it doesn’t belong. 

He wants to explain to his mum about how much he’s thought about it to the point where he can’t fall asleep most nights. What would happen if we dated and then broke up? It would be awkward for not only the two of them to work together but for the whole band. And that's only even if, if she likes him back. But that’s another rabbit hole he can’t afford to go down into.

“Who said I ever liked her in the first place?”

“Please. I’m your mum, I know things; I know you.” She brushes a gentle hand over his hair, careful not to mess up Lou’s work. “Could see the look on your face ever since you were sixteen, bunny.” Not to mention by just watching her son throughout the day today. When the band was shooting the open scenes for the video where they all develop, organize and hang up their photos, it can almost easy to miss the way Harry gravitates towards her.

Her role in the scene was to sit in the desk adjacent from Liam’s as he fucks around with whatever equiment he was assigned to. She can’t say she relatively knew what her role was either; she just wrote down nonsense on a clipboard before handing Harry the pictures for him to hang up. 

The whole time they filmed the scene and whenever Ben would yell out cut! Harry would sit his bum on her desk while she leaned her elbows towards them as they would get lost in random conversation. She would laugh and nod along to whatever he said and Harry would brush his index finger at the underside of his nose to try to minize how big his smile would get. The bts camera always seemed to have a lot of content to capture whenever the two were together—and that was almost always. 

“Yeah well m’grown now.” Harry straightens up a bit and shoves his fingers into the tight pockets of his black skinny jeans. “But even if I did, it was just a little, school boy crush. M’over it.”

Before she can point out the obvious truth he’s avoiding, his mum smiles and nod towards someone behind him. 

“Hey, sorry to bother your talk.” YN smiles politely at Anne before turning attention towards her bandmate. “H, they’re calling us to set now.”

“Us?” Harry doesn’t mean to perk up like he did at the thought of the two of them doing a scene together, but alas.

“Yeah, the boys and I are ready for yeh.”

“Oh r-right,” Harry rubs the underside of his nose with his index finger. “Course because we were all doin’ solo shots before—I mean you already know that because you were with Penny so of course you would remember that.” The absolute word vomit is almost too painful to watch, but it hurts less than literally proving his mother right in real time. “Dunno why I even said that, because you obviously—I mean everyone kind of...um,” He chuckles to himself. 

What the hell was that? He thinks to himself.

Harry fumbles over his words and Anne doesn’t even have the decency to hide her growing smile. Especially when she sees a tint of pink come to her son’s cheeks when YN lets out a giggle.

“Cat got yeh tongue, H?” She beams.

He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck as his dimples pop out in a smile. He feels like he’s making a right idiot out of himself. It’s like all logic and coolness he has chucks itself out the window when she smiles at him. He feels like he’s sixteen again, embarrassed by his crush laughing at him and wishing the world would swallow him whole.

“Apparently so. Bloody thing forgot to give it back.”

“Well maybe I can give it gentle reminder over there.” The skin on his wrist tingles when she takes a gentle grip on it and starts to pull him towards the set. She gives a sweet twiddle of her fingers towards his mum, “Bye, Anne.”

“Bye, hunny. Have fun, you two.” And when YN faces forwards again, Harry has to remind himself of his manners and resist the urge to roll his eyes and at his mother’s knowing smile.

...

Along with some of the other family members that came along for the video shoot, their two mums stand off to the side behind the multiple monitors as they watch the band perform their song. 

YN slowly follows the camera as it moves in a circle around them. One of the sides of her cardigan slips off of her shoulder and she wraps her arms around her torso as she sings her somber bridge.

The story of my life, he takes her home

They drive all night to keep her warm

And time is frozen

When the band had their writing session for this song, YN pushed to add these lines. For a good chunk of their songs, YN always likes to add a female’s response to whatever the boys were singing. With this, she’s able to convey that the cycle of said relationship isn’t one sided. As the male character of the song does all he can for their partner, they never get the girl. 

In turn, YN tells the story of what it's like to look on from the outside—to want the person who’s too busy looking at someone else.

“I think my son has a staring problem.” Anne whispers.

The two mums snicker at the multiple monitor screens because even though the main camera is on YN, another side camera captures the way Harry’s staring fondly at his bandmate. 

“And me daughter is a terrible liar.” Penelope sighs. “Thought I taught her better.” 

“To share her feelings?”

“To lie better.” The two women chuckle quietly to themselves before  they watch their oblivious, ignorant children give each other subtle glances. “Should I start savin’ for their wedding now? Or when they finally decided to grow a pair and tell one another how they feel?”

“Oh, if they keep this up,” Anne cheekily nods to her son’s attempts to not smile at YN and sing along to the chorus. “They won’t be dating until they're forty.”

“I give ‘em six years.”

“I think five. One of them is bound to break.” The two women shake hands and then break out in chuckles at their realization. “Did we really just bet on when our kids will get together?”

“I think we did. Wait, what do we win if we’re right?” Penny says with an amused smile as she sees YN pass by Harry with putting a gentle hand on his arm. 

“Oh, seeing them together is going to be satisfaction enough.” 

“Agreed.”

...

The rest of the photos of YN that hang on the walls:

Her and Louis (pre XFactor):

Her and Penelope:

Her and her high school rock band-> Loophole:

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🌸 Stealing Flowers by @lululawrence {NR, 4k}

When Louis finally arrived, he walked in and grabbed an apron. Without even saying hello, he immediately approached Jesy and said, “Sexy Stranger steals flowers.”

She kept pouring the Tanqueray shots she had lined up in front of her, but her face screwed up in confusion. “I’m sorry, he what? Did you finally talk to him and that was what you learned?”

He nodded to another couple of tourists and welcomed them to the Way Station as they eagerly made their way to the Tardis restroom.

“No, I didn’t actually talk to him, but—”

“Then how do you know he steals flowers?”

She was wiping down the bar and stacking the empty glasses to take back to the dishwasher when Louis realized maybe he should help too. After all, he was there to work, not just talk to her about his maybe crush.

“I saw a poster.”

Or the one where Louis pines after the Sexy Stranger on the Subway and almost asks him out. That's when the strange posters start showing up around Brooklyn.

🌸 More in these bones by SunTomato / @sun-tomato {NR, 4k}

"This isn't a social call, is it, Curly?" Harry's gaze drops to the floor. "No." Harry takes a deep breath, fists clenching at his side, before he looks up again. His eyes meet Louis’ with a mix of fear and determination. "I want to make a deal."

OR The one where demon Louis really doesn't want Harry to trade away his soul, even if he can't explain why.

🌸 Tech Support (series) by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird {G, 4k}

Harry calls the HP customer service line very late at night expecting to get redirected to a call center far away. Instead, the person on the other end of the line is a little closer to home.

🌸 cursing the cosmos by @hogwartzlou {NR, 4k}

In a world where people have timers counting down to when they meet their soulmate, finding love is easy. Harry meets Louis in a coffee shop one day. They slowly fall in love, the only thing holding them back is that they aren't soulmates.

🌸 you and I love like it's a secret  by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed {T, 4k}

Louis swallows, looking at Harry, who grins at him as though nothing’s wrong. He’s leaning against the door of a wardrobe, his long hair having lost some of its curls due to the amount of times he’s run his fingers through it. Louis is still where he was the moment the door got closed behind them, all but pressed up against the wood, trying to keep as much distance between him and Harry as possible.

His heart stutters in his chest as he looks up at his best friend. He’s known Harry since he was barely out of diapers, and Harry gets him in a way that few people ever have – or have tried to. He knows him, to the point where sometimes Louis worries that he’s able to read his mind.

Or: It's Seven minutes in Heaven, but Louis sort of feels like he's ended up in Hell instead when he's forced into a small bedroom with his childhood best friend slash long time crush.

🌸 they’re laughin’ and drinkin’ and havin’ a party by  4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou {G, 4k}

When Louis decides he has to get away, he chooses the next best town in Texas, as far away from his ex as he can get. The real estate agent tells him it’s a quiet neighborhood, yet somehow the sound of a champagne bottle popping from two doors down followed by the roar of a party, sends him spiraling. That is, until a deep voice calls out a tentative “heey” from the darkness.

🌸 The Hidden Hills Restaurant  by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose {E, 4k}

“Are you sure you want to hear about this? Wouldn’t you rather hear about what I’ll do to you? How often? How long? How many fin—“

“I like to get to know my potential clients before agreeing to anything,” Louis says and lays down the menu. He’s thinking of steak. Something meaty, juicy, and hearty.

Harry’s arched eyebrow at the word ‘potential’ doesn’t escape Louis’ notice.

or the one where Louis is a personal feeder and Harry is the vampire to be his next client

🌸 Into Always by @jaerie {E, 4k}

Harry finds his ex's knotting dildo and gets a little curious. Louis is more than willing to help out.

🌸 Fakes (Streaming Live) by @allwaswell16 {E, 4k}

Alpha camboy Henry Steel has a rather unfortunate crush on omega camboy Luscious Lucas. He also has a rather unfortunate secret that's about to be revealed.

🌸 Heels Over Head by @kingsofeverything {E, 3k}

Louis Tomlinson returns from tour to find that his new next door neighbor doesn't realize his backyard is not completely private.

🌸 No One But You Got Me Feeling This Way by @runaway-train-works​ / runaway_train {E, 3k}

Harry is well aware he should be studying or watching T.V or cleaning the kitchen or doing literally anything from a list as long as his arm instead of this, but he is. The list of reasons why he shouldn’t be doing this is probably at least double that, but here he most definitely is. He’s sitting on his bed, legs straight out in front of him, back propped up against the headboard and some fluffed-up pillows and his MacBook is resting on his thighs. His jittery fingers drum lightly on the edge of the keyboard as he stares at the tiny digital clock in the top right-hand corner of the screen, willing the seconds to tick by faster. He wants to get into this and get it over with in equal measures.

Or The one where Harry has a particular desire that only Louis can fulfill.

🌸 nobody knows like me by enbyharry / @non-binharry {G, 3k}

Harry does his best to cope with a secret life in the summer of '74.

🌸 Gonna Dress You Up In My Love by @fallinglikethis {T, 3k}

Harry decides to take up knitting. He's horrible at it. Louis wears everything anyway.

🌸 the most fantastic things by bluegreenish / @greenblueish {G, 2k}

When he reads a fairy tale today, and it’s one about love, Harry will find himself in it. Because in all the fairy tales about love that exist in the world, he knows that a little part of Louis and him is written in between the letters, hidden between every page that curious fingers turn.

or, Harry's version of the fairy tale Thumbelina, minus marrying toads or moles, plus waxing poetic about Louis.

🌸 as we move slowly by snsk / @snsknene {G, 2k}

"You know what color your wings are?" Harry asked conversationally, on his stomach at the tattoo parlor, while Louis played absentmindedly with one dangling hand and flipped through some designs.

// Alternatively: Louis grows wings. Harry is the only one who can see them.

🌸 maybe by @gaycousinlarry / momentofclarity {G, 2k}

I cannot not see you again. I cannot.

🌸 On the Go by @phdmama {T, 2k}

louis owns a landscaping company called MANSCAPE and harry thinks it’s some sort of in-home pubic hair grooming company

🌸 Check, Check, Checkmate  by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense {E, 2k}

Harry and Louis play chess... until another game becomes more interesting.

🌸 Zoey by @wabadabadaba {G, 2k}

Harry knew his first name, but he liked the way Dr. Tomlinson sounded more. Harry watched as Louis unclasped her harness and set it aside and pet her back and under her chin. Louis kissed the top of her head and murmured sweet nothings to her- mostly about how pretty she is and how well behaved she is. Harry wished it was him.

or Harry has a huge crush on his cat's veterinarian and finally decides to do something about it.

🌸 What About Tonight by @taggiecb {G, 2k}

Louis loves his new career. It might just be killing him, but he loves it. What he doesn't love is how easily the boy he cares most about seems to move in and out of his life.

🌸 you don't have to wear (your best fake smile) by coffeelouis {T, 2k}

When Harry was 12, he moved to Holmes Chapel and broke up with his first boyfriend.

When Harry was 20, he sat next to said boyfriend in class, and although he continues to wear Harry's parting gift of his beloved Manchester United sweatshirt every goddamn day, does not seem to remember Harry at all.

🌸  Moon Dances Over by LadyLondonderry /  @londonfoginacup {G, 2k}

Louis knows that his tail is, frankly, stunning. His iridescent blue scales shimmer in even the slightest sunlight, and his fins have grown since he presented, delicate and almost transparent in their webbing.

He also knows that that means he’ll be one of the first to pick tonight, as the most beautiful omegas are blessed to pick their mates first. It’s considered a huge honour, since the guppies they’ll eventually birth will certainly be beautiful as well, bringing favour on the whole clan.

Louis has a stubborn streak, though. He’s always been rather a fan of mating for love, and there’s someone he’s had his eye on for a long time now.

🌸 an honest mistake  by @disgruntledkittenface {NR, 2k}

“You look different when you’re not covered in come,” he blurts out, immediately regretting each and every life choice that has led to this exact moment. Elevator Guy is going to hate him.

Louis has ridden the elevator with his neighbor all week. The first time they speak, there’s a misunderstanding.

🌸 Stole My Heart by @haztobegood {NR, 2k}

“Oh my god, Niall.” The door slams shut as Harry rushes into the flat. He’s still panting from his rush to get away from the scene of his crime. “You won’t believe what just happened!”

Niall is sitting on the couch in their tiny living room. He looks up from his laptop. “What happened?”

“The worst thing. I’ll never recover. I just reached into a box of free samples outside that new chicken restaurant. Only it wasn’t free samples. It was a man. Holding a box of chicken nuggets. His chicken nuggets. I stole this man’s food, Niall!”

🌸 Simply the Nest (Better Than All the Rest) by @homosociallyyours {G, 2k}

It's been a few months since Louis moved to a new town, and he still hasn't managed to get his nest to feel as comforting as he'd like it to. When his therapist suggests he might need some new materials, he's willing to give it a shot. Wandering into Harry's nesting store turns out to be just what he needed.

🌸 the prettiest customer (and the cutest barista) by fearsparks / @onlythebravest {G, 1k}

“So there’s this guy,” Harry repeated. “And I really like him.”

“Is he cute?”

“The cutest,” Harry said with a bright smile, turning around to face Louis. His cheeks felt warm, but he ignored it, pushed past it. “Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”

“Ooh, tell me more.” Louis rested his head in his hand.

(Louis is the pretty customer that comes in and orders hot chocolate while Harry is the cute barista that takes his order.)

🌸 A+ Patient by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf {G, 1k}

Harry hated everything about the dentist—the antiseptic smell and the bright light in his face and the disappointment in himself and the suction thingy that kept his mouth too dry. But the thing he hated the most was how in love with his dentist he was.

🌸 Needle by @nouies {NR, 666 words}

“You didn’t deserve this,” he muttered between hiccups. “She didn’t have the right.”

🌸 there’s a house in english bond (somebody planned to stay) by @muldxr {T, 666 words}

The Hotel dates back to the mid-17th century, and the owners have invested dearly to make it a home away from home. Please mind our building rules written below in order to have an exceptional stay.

🌸 Swings Said by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright {T, 500 words}

A love story told by five swings who each were there to see a piece of it unfold.

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[eddiesguitarskills]

When We Were Young

Part 6

Ex bf Eddie Munson x reader

Other parts 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.

Intro: 5 years have past since you packed up and left behind Hawkins. Well not all of it, as the people you met there are still a huge part of your life. But it's been 5 years since you had set foot in the small town, 5 years since you left him. And now after all that time you were back.

Warning: angst, language, mentions of suicide, miscarriages, self harm, mental health. Arguments. Mentions of break ups. Female identity reader. Use of y/n.

Bold parts are flashbacks

Word count: 3k

A/N: sorry this took so long this was a bad month for me. It can be hard to write something so raw when you aren't in the best place. It may have taken me a while but I hope you enjoy it. Not gonna lie I cried writing this.

Not prove read

Friday rolled around quicker than you expected, part of you hated that it was already here. Part of you was excited about it. Of course, you could have chosen not to go out with your colleagues who cared for nothing you had to say and ignored your existence, but it felt like your heart had already decided to go back to that bar before your brain had time to think. You sat there watching bartender after bartender come and go. The same spot you were in last week, just as cramped, just as loud, with the same smell of alcohol, sweat, cologne, and perfume in the air. Everything was the same, well it would be when he finally showed up.

To be fair the last time you were here he didn't appear straight away, it's like he was only truly there when you needed it when you felt lost and alone. Not that you needed him of course. You hadn't in a while, but something in you craved time with him. It was a weird feeling, and it felt strange to say aloud which is why it was best the thought was kept in your head. Seeing him was almost like a relief but also it was a pain you had avoided but needed.

The feeling of wanting to see him felt like when you want to ride the biggest rollercoaster at the fair, you look up and your body shudders at the height. It makes no sense to want to go on something so crazy, but we do, we sit in that seat, let the bar come down over our laps, and sometimes we chicken out, for years you have been too afraid to see Hawkins, to see him. But you didn't want to run anymore, you wanted to ride that rollercoaster, even if it was only downhill. At least it would finally be an end to things. Unfortunately, that rollercoaster had broken down before you even had a chance to ride it tonight, as Eddie was a no-show. You wished part of you wasn't disappointed at that.

The next week, unfortunately, rolled around a lot slower this time, it was filled with lunchtimes with Steve, detentions and trying to make your lower sets understand that you wanted to help them succeed, you wouldn’t give up on them so many of Hawkins had. One particular student Louis, reminded you a lot of Eddie, with hair slightly different, blonder, and less into nerdy stuff. But they both carried themselves the same, loved the same music, hated authority, but cared deeply, no matter how much they tried to put on a front that they didn’t. Very stubborn like Eddie, which is why it felt good when on Friday he didn’t grumble at your lesson plan, he actually smiled. For most, this wouldn’t be a big deal but to you, it showed that maybe there would be hope to be able to help him. You hoped this would be a sign that good things were to come.

So you went to the bar the same as the week before, despite him not being there again. You didn’t feel as sad as you did last time, but it would have been nice to share the news with him. News? What news? That a student like him was warming up to you? That it reminded you of when you used to help Eddie study? It made no sense to want to talk to him about anything. What is it about this town that was making you lose all your senses?

The next couple of weeks were the same. Every Friday is the same. Maybe two passing ships were all you were meant to be. It made more sense to not want to be around someone who hurt you so much, but something always drew you to him. You think of him in your quietest moments or when you hear a song that reminds you of him, or when you pass somewhere in town you went together. You may have not seen him in person for a few weeks, but mentally you had seen him every day. It’s like your brain was torturing you, it felt like it was manipulating you to believe he was still the person who cared for you.

You had been tossing and turning all night, trying to think of scenarios other than Eddie to dream about. Trying to force yourself to think of anything else, but that’s the thing whenever you try to do that, it always has the opposite effect. You stare upwards, counting the bubbles on your popcorn ceiling, after doing this for a while you started to think of the moles on Eddie’s body.

Eddie had his shirt off, face smooshed into the pillow snoring. You were always fascinated with his moles, especially on his back. You loved that people called them beauty marks, and looking at Eddie you could understand why. You always wondered if you connected them would they make a shape or a picture? Curiosity getting the better of you you got a pen from your boyfriend’s desk and started to play dot-to-dot with his moles.

When you got to one closer to his ribcage he flinched, you should have known better than to avoid his ticklish spot. “I’m not paper” he grumbled into the pillow, pretending to be mad. “Sorry I got confused with all doodles on you” you tease. He suddenly gets up flipping you so you are lying and he is pinning you down. You hold the pen up to him, pretending it was a weapon, “as you said angel I’m not afraid of doodles”. He lowers down to ki-

No! Absolutely not! Enough of that! You got out of your bed, got changed and headed out. You looked at the dashboard on your car, five am, where could you go that would be open? The bar? No, it would probably be closed and even if it was open he would be there. The Harrington’s? No, you were supposed to be there later, turning up at this time would only worry everyone and wake the whole house up. Lovers lake? No chance, do you want to go somewhere romantic the thought makes you sick. Benny’s? Despite Benny being dead the name stayed the same, it’s open 24hrs and at this time no one you knew would be in. Plus you would love some pancakes and coffee right about now. Caffeine might help your brain from drifting.

So here’s where you found yourself at the third booth, by the window, coffee in hand wanting for your pancakes. Your mind wanders while you stir the coffee.

“Eddie I’m not in the mood for Benny’s” you sigh, this week had been kicking your butt. All you wanted to do was lie in bed and sleep until it was all better. Eddie wouldn’t let you do that, he let you wallow for the day until he dragged you out of your house to your booth in Benny’s. You couldn’t understand how Eddie thought this would make you feel better, but that’s the thing. Eddie sometimes knew you better than you knew yourself. Maybe you didn’t want to leave your bed, but you needed to. You needed something good, even if it was simple like your favourite pancakes with strawberries and syrup to start to pull you out of your rut. As the food enters your mouth it feels like the first time you have smiled in days. His hand is resting on the table so you reach out to hold it and squeeze it. Maybe you weren’t completely okay at that moment, but you needed him to know you appreciated him.

It was stupid to think going to Benny’s would help anything. Nothing helped, it didn’t matter where you were or who you were with. Thoughts of Eddie were clouding your judgement. God, now you are even seeing things. You see a man at the booth next to yours, with his back to you, he has the same hair as Eddie. You were sure it was your mind playing another cruel trick on you. That was until he spoke to the waitress as she placed down his pancake and bacon with syrup. “Thanks, Dawn”. What were you doing? Before you had time to think your body had taken you over to his booth. You sat down. Your body was so quick with this decision that you hadn’t had time to think about what you would say. “You’re here early” god not that. You hated how being around him you had lost all your senses. He had already taken enough from you, now he had your sense.

He looked unsure as he looked at you. You couldn’t help but notice the large dark bags under his eyes, had he been struggling to sleep too? Why did you care? You always needed to have the upper hand with him, you couldn’t let him hurt you again. You couldn’t show weakness like him knowing you cared about him. He would only laugh in your face or even worse if he cared too. “Have you been out of town?” He shook his head. Still saying nothing. You had left him speechless, he had tried so hard to avoid you. He had thought going to Benny’s at five o’clock in the morning would be safe but he was wrong. He should have known you two was like magnets bound to be forced together eventually. “Are you ill?” He shook his head again. “So you’re just avoiding me then?”

He wanted to deny this, he hated the thought of upsetting you. He still doesn’t know the full story but he knows enough to know that he had some part in- god he didn’t even want to think about it. He thought it was mercy, him staying away. How could explain this to you without revealing what he knew? “I thought that was what you wanted”. You let out a small chuckle even though it’s not funny. “You haven’t cared about what I wanted in a long time,” You say it like it’s a joke but bitterness lies in your tone. You expect him to say something back, or do something but he just looks at you.

There’s a glint of something in his eye, if you didn’t know him so well you wouldn’t have caught it. It wasn’t love, or hate, it was sympathy. You felt bile in your throat. It all made sense why he was avoiding you, why he wasn’t a dick the last time you met. All this time you thought you had the power but as always he had all the cards and he was choosing which ones to reveal to you.

“Who told you?” Nothing. “Is that why you were nice to me last time?” He gives you nothing again. For so many years you had thought of Eddie as a monster who didn’t care about you and made you lose your baby. Then you felt like you were the monster and maybe it was better if he was away from you. You would go back and forth in the cycle for years. You healed and tried to forgive but had not forgotten he took away your chance of being a mother, young or not. Now you felt like you could never even think that thought again as you felt too guilty for the child you lost. That was the thing, Eddie never knew about your baby and you wanted to keep it that way. Maybe it was selfishness that you wanted to go through the loss alone. Or maybe it was the fact you didn’t want him to suffer the way you did after the loss.

How long has he known? Has he been hurting over it or didn’t he care? Was he only pretending to care so people would think he was nice? The thoughts in your head were getting too much and your heart was beating too fast. “Fuck this!” You slam $20 on the table and storm out. What did I do wrong now? Eddie thinks, he fumbles around in his pockets and finds $15 in change and places it on the table. He looks out the window to make sure you are still there. He sees you by your car blindly searching in your bag, you were always terrible at losing things. Some things never change. He picks up his coffee and downing it, it brings a slight burn to his throat but maybe he deserves that he thinks. He's about to leave when he sees your keys on your table, he picks them up. The universe was forcing him to talk to you and maybe that was for the best. He's not sure what to say but him not saying anything made you more annoyed so perhaps talking to you would be best, so he runs to face you.

“It doesn't matter who told me, I'm sorry okay” you don't look up from your bag. You don't want to cry or even worst look at him and forgive him. You needed your keys so you could get out of here as soon as possible. You were tempted to walk but you didn't fancy the 40-minute trek from the diner. “I don't want your apologies or pity”. Eddie sighs “what do you want then?” you shrug. He wanted to shake your shoulder, Lift your chin make you talk to him but what right did he have any more? “Please y/n I'm trying here, I get I'm the bad guy in this...I fucked up”. You dump the content of your bag onto your car hoping to find the keys and escape this situation. The longer the minutes passed the more you wanted to look at him, it felt like there was a force pushing your head to look. “No shit”.

“Y/n, please. I've said I'm sorry, what can I do to show you I am? I tried to stay away but clearly, that didn't work. I'm stuck okay... Should we talk about it?” You look up at him, tears burning your face “so now you wanna talk about your feeling that's new”. You were never the mean one but maybe taking a leaf out of Eddie’s book would help stop the hurt. Push the people and the love out for so long until you don't care anymore. Of course, this wasn't true but you couldn't help but convince yourself otherwise.

He reached up to you wiping your tears with his sleeves, cupping your face. “How long have you been suffering on your own?” you try to push his hand away but it stays there stuck. “I don't want your pity” you spit at him. He doesn't react he just keeps wiping your tears that won't stop falling and are giving away how you truly feel.

“I wish you would have told me, I know I messed up but maybe I could have fixed it. I know I wasn't there for you but I could have been if you would have given me a chance”. You look at him seeing the tears now staining his face as well. You had only ever seen him cry twice, once on the anniversary of his mother's death and the second time when he told you about Chrissy.

This was a sight you hated to see but at least for once he wasn't pushing you away he was letting you see it all, not forcing you behind his facade. You owed it to the Eddie you loved that was still in there to talk about it. “As you said you were stuck with me, you were ready to run and a baby and wouldn't have helped that. The fact that you took that away from me hurt, it was like a pain I have never felt before. I know you thought I left you, but you pushed me away before then. You didn't give me a choice and then you didn't let me take a part of you with me. At that point my whole present and future resolved around you, without you what was I supposed to do? Ending it felt like the only option.”

He freezes and then his knees give and he falls, he puts his hands out to break it. Baby? He was gonna be a father. He would have a family if he wouldn't have ruined it. Then he nearly lost you. Fuck he was a screw-up? He was worse than his dad. He blamed you for so many years and it turns out he was the monster all along. He grabs your legs blubbering through apology after apology.

You looked down at the sight below you, you wondered all these years if seeing Eddie as broken as you felt would help. It didn't it only made you feel worse like another piece of your heart had been chipped off. You pull him up and hugged him he falls in your embrace. After a while when his tears flow slower you break away. “ you need to stop searching for an answer for it all, there isn't one. Even if you did have one what would it help? You would still be hurting, we are still hurting. Maybe being out of each other's lives is better. It might hurt less” You go walk away leaving your items on your car, deciding going on foot would be better than staying here.

He grabbed your arm pulling you back into his embrace. “You don't have to suffer alone anymore. Let me in. I know I don't deserve it but I am finally going to be there for you the way you deserve” he whispers in your ear. You push him away. You didn't want to fall into the trap of loving him again to only get hurt. “You might not understand why I'm shutting you out, but I learned that from you. I was an open book before you walked in” you say in hopes to hurt him, so he would leave it doesn't work. He places your keys in your hand “see you soon” It was a question of when not if. He would let you take your time to take everything in, but now he had you back he would try and make up for all the hurt he had caused.

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Dream Girl

David Finlay X Fem Reader

Requested By @yukioni02 : Can I request a fic where the reader is a champion in Stardom and she and David Finlay meet for the first time during a collab between NJPW and Stardom?

Y/W/N = Your Wrestling Name. Main Masterlist

For weeks everyone had been talking about the new Stardom Women’s world champion Y/W/N. From what I was hearing it seemed like she was the new face of women’s wrestling in Japan and because of that New Japan wanted to do a collab with stardom. It’s not that I didn’t care about stardom, I just have been so busy dealing with The United Empire that I didn’t even think about getting more information on this joint event. Currently, I sat in the Bullet Club’s private locker room where the other boys were drooling over Y/W/N for the millionth time this week. I had never met Y/W/N but the way Moloney and Connors talked about her led me to create my own image of her in my head.

With the information I knew about her I pictured her to be short. Many of the women in stardom were on the smaller side so I expected her to be no different. In my head, she was a small ball of fire that was full of energy. She had to be attractive as well since the men in the locker room fought on who would get to ask her out first. I was suddenly dying to meet this girl. I could have looked online and found out more about her but I wanted to see if the image I formed in my head was anything like the real her. “So tell me more about Y/W/N, what does she do in stardom?” I asked Dan Moloney. “Well, she is the biggest heel in Stardom. She is a total badass. She literally murders her opponents in the ring. I think if we ever wanted a female in Bullet Club she would be the perfect fit” A heel, I wasn’t expecting that. Now the image in my head changed. She was now dark and scary and probably seven feet tall. “She’s coming to the show today to meet everyone. You should try and recruit her” Moloney told me. Just then Gabe Kidd came into the room yelling how Y/W/N just arrived at the arena. 

I saw the swarm of people gathered by the entrance, I found it creepy how all these men waited for her arrival. I stood far away from the crowd, although I wanted to meet Y/W/N I didn’t want to be like the other creeps and follow her around the arena. Just then I felt someone run into me. “Sorry,” The person said quietly before quickly moving away with their head down. As I watched the person run away I noticed that the person had to be Y/W/N. Despite having a hood and sunglasses, who else is walking around here with a Louis Vuitton Purse? I ended up following her to what appeared to be a private suite in the arena. I knocked on the door carefully and I was greeted with the most beautiful person I had ever seen. “You must be David Finlay, I’m Y/W/N but you can just call me Y/n,” she said before she let me in the room. “Quite the crowd out there,” I said, referring to the mob of people who wanted to meet her. “I was warned about them but I didn’t think it would be that bad. Sorry I ran into you earlier, I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible” She told me as she removed the oversized sweater she wore. Looking at Y/n she was not who I expected she would be, she was perfect. She was tall, taller than many of the men on the roster. She was 5’10 and quite toned. She wore black yoga pants and a long-sleeved crop top that revealed her abs and accentuated her curves. She had big green eyes and long blonde hair. She looked like a Victoria Secret angel but at the same time, she was a badass who could probably kill you with her bare hands if she wanted to. I was speechless, I was starstruck by her beauty but also intimidated.

“I must say I am quite the fan of Bullet Club,” said Y/n “Really?” “Yeah, if you are looking for a female member I would gladly throw my hat in to be a contender” “Since it looks like there will be a lot of new shows with Stardom and New Japan I would love to have you join Bullet Club,” I told her. “I’d love to!” 

Y/n and I spent the time before the show started talking and learning about each other. I found myself falling in love with Y/n. She was the girl of my dreams and I knew I would do anything for her. I couldn't wait to see where this new chapter of Bullet Club would take us.  

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[hekateinhell]

I'm always thinking about the ways other characters describe Armand vs how he describes himself. They all seem to agree on the basics (angelic, ethereal, radiant, Boticelli angel, most beautiful boy alive/among the undead, etc.), but what can I say I love nitpicking 😌My findings are as follows:

Marius: the only one who describes Armand as actually having slavic features, I believe he uses the phrase "sharp" to describe his high cheekbones ("sharp yet delicate" or something along those lines). By the time I read B&G I had already read all of the previous books in the series (up until that point) so this is what stood out to me the most and I rarely see people mentioning it! And it might be one of my favorite descriptions of Armand ever, you can actually feel just how astonishing his beauty is. Had Marius so thoroughly shook.

Lestat: Angel boy, angel mouth, cherub, so beautiful it's stupid, this is SURELY what love/desire must feel like, "I just beat the shit out of him and I should probably kill him but GOD HE'S SO FUCKING PRETTY I CAN'T". PRINCESS AT THE BALL. NOT ONE BUT TWO PRINCESSES. Also calls him a "sad(?) waif" which is fucking hilarious when you consider Armand is later like "I'm not a fucking waif" but Lestat definitely called him one in TVL AND YOU KNOW WHAT. I BELIVE HIM!!!! I do 😌

Louis: Simple yet undeniable beauty, seductive asf, got him horny and in bad parent mode in record time yet ever the gentleman, he only used the most sophisticated adjectives to describe him. I would have LOVED to have gotten more stuff from Louis POV post-IWTV, specially because Anne did a bit of a retcon when it came to Armand's looks (iirc Louis described his hair as being straight??? Though his hair was always auburn). I wanna know what Louis thinks of Armand as we all know and love him pls 🤧

Daniel: hottest bitch alive, can't even think straight because of how horny I am all the time. Even when I'm tryna talk shit about him I CAN'T because he's so fucking hot, dammit (paraphrasing but "he looked normal... if you call looking this fucking hot normal 🥵"). Props for mentioning how cute/dorky/human his laugh is and how pretty he looks when his hair falls on his face AND how effortlessly stunning he looks with long OR short hair. Daniel never recovered from this, obviously.

In summary: he's a teeny tiny pretty baybay 🥲🤏 but will also awaken kinks you didn't even know you had 🥵🥵🥵 15/10 would hit again except Lestat yk

Armand, in TVA: HOLD😠THE FUCK😠 UP😠. I'M NO WAIF. I'M STRONG AND ATHLETIC AND MARIUS' LANKY ASS LOOKED FUNNY AS HELL WHEN HE CARRIED ME UP AND DOWN THE STAIRS AT THE PALAZZO. YOU HEAR THAT LESTAT 😡 I'M NO. FUCKING. WAIF. But also wow I'm hot 🥵 even as I laid dying jfc no wonder why everyone in Venice hit it 🥲🤏

Would love to hear your thots 💭 as usual xoxo DA ❤️

DA, my love! ♥️

I was stewing on this for an entire (hectic) day because I think about it a lot — almost all of Anne's vampires appear to fall within the conventional range of attractive but she really went overboard with Armand and the sheer amount of prose dedicated to his ethereal, captivating, otherworldly appearance.

Marius really said: 'abandoned angel' while Lestat went, 'Cinderella at the ball'. And you're correct, Lestat does call Armand a waif in TVL in one of my favorite passages:

"Grotesque he seemed, among all the candles and the swimming colors of the flat, this filthy waif of the netherworld, and yet his beauty held sway. He hadn't needed the shadows of Notre Dame or the torchlight of the crypt to flatter him."

I do generally default to waif meaning skinny and unhealthy, but I looked it up and it also means 'a homeless, neglected or abandoned person, especially a child'; which ties into how Lestat thought of Armand as an orphan:

[...] this quiet and forceful one, the one who would survive, no matter how the orphan in him wept.

That's my all-time favorite Armand description btw. 🥹

Since we're talking TVL, I'll refer back to what you said about IWTV, which was published almost an entire decade earlier! Armand was in his 20s in the original IWTV short story, and therefore his appearance isn't described as having all the exceedingly youthful qualities that are later endowed to him in TVL and onwards. Here's a few examples from Louis in IWTV:

"I had a strong sense of him [Armand] then, the separate being that he was, the calm and collected creature with the straight auburn hair and the large, sometimes melancholy eyes [...]."

"I looked at Armand, at his large brown eyes in that taut, timeless face [...].

"[...] Armand was beautiful and simple, and no intimacy with him would ever have been repellent."

So I think the descriptions we're given does a paint a more mature physical image than TVL-era Armand. TVL is also the first time we're given Armand's mortal age as being 17 years old. If you've read CoSB, which Anne wrote in between IWTV and TVL, some of my friends and I have this theory that she based Armand's later physical characteristics off of the character Alexi (a young sex slave). 🫣

Marius's first impression of Armand:

And there I saw beauty, beauty which has always been my downfall, beauty as in Pandora, as in Avicus, as in Zenobia, as in Bianca, beauty in a new and celestial form. Heaven had cast down upon this stone floor an abandoned angel, of auburn curls and perfectly formed limbs, of fair and mysterious face.

I reached down to take him by the arms and I lifted him, and I looked into his halfopened eyes. His soft reddish hair was loose and tangled. His flesh was pale and the bones of his face only faintly sharpened by his Slavic blood.

In universe I attribute this distinction to Armand's Slavic features to the fact that he was a malnourished little thing when Marius saved him from the brothel. It makes sense that the bone structure in his face would be more defined versus after Armand's been living well in Venice for a couple years, becoming in his own words, 'a plump and juicy young man'. Lestat describes Armand's cheeks as going 'apple-perfect' when he smiles in MtD, meaning that they're full and rounded, Armand still has that fat in his face.

I agree with you — I would have loved to see more of Armand from Louis's POV post-IWTV, once Anne had fully settled on what his character would be like! But here's a line from Louis to Armand in TVA that tells us this much:

"And like a dream, you've come back. We all had inklings of it, wild whispers that you'd been seen in New York, as handsome and vigorous as you ever were. But I had to lay eyes on you to believe it."

'Handsome and vigorous' is how post-IWTV and pre-PL (Trinity Gate era) Louis describes Armand!

TVA is definitely not everyone's favorite VC novel, but it is mine, because it's the only one where we get to see inside Armand's head. And it's an excellent example of how differently we see ourselves, even superficially, compared to how others see us.

There's also a concept that I see play out a lot irl that basically dictates that oftentimes our brains tend to freeze people as they were when we first met them and this can be a difficult perception to break. A notion that perhaps can be applied here, for example: Marius first saw Armand as this angelic, broken child and Lestat first saw him as this being that's simultaneously horrifying and beautiful and begging him for his guidance. In contrast, Louis and Daniel meet Armand in a position of power and possibility that doesn't waver until further down the line. Armand is a different person to each one of them (just like how none of us are exactly the same nor seen exactly the same by anyone in our lives).

What is interesting too is the parallel between Lestat and Daniel using words like grotesque, awful, loathsome (in addition to the beautiful, captivating, angel, etc) in TVL and QotD re: Armand. And yet Armand is someone whom they both love and find themselves attracted to (for Lestat it's been an ongoing thing for 200 years and he can't figure out what to do about it - let us never forget 'good to embrace, good to love').

One of the key differences to me here is that Daniel romanticized vampirism and Lestat romanticized humanity and they're at opposite sides of the spectrum at these respective points in time. Lestat was a newborn vampire who was turned against his will and then almost immediately stumbled upon a cult of Satan worshippers advertising the worst that vampirism has to offer. Yes, Daniel did have to run for dear life for a good while there but in comparison he saw a much better side of Armand than Lestat ever did in Paris, no contest.

A final thing that stands out when I think about all this is how alluring all of them find Armand, and yet he spends so much of his life either alone, pinning, or losing whatever connection he might have had to those he loves. And this can be said for Marius and Lestat as well but it's just the juxtaposition of Anne making Armand this insanely bewitching, seductive creature to virtually all he encounters, but things rarely play out in his favor in that regard, and then when they do, they don't last.

(Until PL trilogy, you know what - thank fuck for those three books, it was rough being an Armand girlie back in the day and never knowing what happened to him after the events of B&G and Merrick, just absolutely horrendous).

#DA girl if you read all this lol bless you because you asked for thots and i guess i had them big time! #you ask and hekate answers #armand #vc #dungeon anon #quotes

[juicyquinn]

joseph quinn x actress fem!reader

can you do when joseph and reader are both filming for different movies and it starts to conflict with their relationship and they start having fights which starts to affect how they both work. many people and the media start to catch on and they start getting asked questions in interviews and from paps

yesss i can !

publicity stunt

tw // cussing, drinking, gaslighting, name calling, arguing.

“so, joseph you & y/n are both currently working on different projects. tell me, how are you guys finding time for each other with your busy schedules?” an interviewer sat up in his seat. the cameras were everywhere & the lights were bright and hot. joseph answered with articulation, “it’s not hard, we stay in touch & see each other frequently. she’s actually here now!” joseph pointed through the cameras directly at you & blew a kiss towards you. “that’s awesome, it’s gotta be a struggle to find that balance though right?” the interviewer eased in, “what’s the secret?” joseph laughed & made eye contact with you, “unconditional love,” he panned back to the man, “and patience of course… it doesn’t always work out perfectly but we’re both patient.” the man smiled at joseph, “you two are lovely!”

6 months had passed & you & joseph have only seen eachother a handful of times. you were talking/texting regularly but it’s turned into shorter, stagnant responses over time. you had just filmed the final take for this scene & was ready to see joseph. you two had planned this dinner two weeks ago after he cancelled the other one. after the long week you had you desperately needed this time with him. your car was waiting for you once you finished talking & grabbing your things. as soon as you got into the car you decided to text joe. *hey still on for tonight? xx* a bit of time passed before he replied, *of course love, see you soon :) x* you put your phone away for the rest of the ride. as soon as you got home you decided to shower & get ready. it’s been almost a month since you actually seen & get to have more than 10 minutes of time with joseph so you wanted to wear something that he couldn’t wait to rip off. "little black dress of course." you held the revealing piece up to your body in front of the mirror & smirked. once you got your hair and makeup done you slipped on the strapless dress that hugged your figure. your red bottom louis vuitton’s seemed to call out your name. your car was arriving soon so you took it upon yourself to give joseph a call, to check in. it rung all the way through to voicemail so you texted. *about to leave here in 5, i’ll see you at dinner!* a black suburban was buzzed through your gate so you put your phone in your purse, grabbed your jacket & made your way out of the house. knowing how busy joseph is you decided not to blow his phone up, didn’t want to ruin the night before it started. your security, dillon, was in the front seat next to the driver. “how’re you doing today miss y/l/n? excited for dinner with joe?” he beamed, dillon was always so sweet and supportive. you thought of him more as a best friend than your body guard. “i’m good! very excited. it’s been way too long.” the excitement oozed as the driver pulled off.

the vehicle pulled up in front of the elegant restaurant. the sun was starting to set, it looked gorgeous. the sight made you even more excited for tonight. paparazzi seen the tinted windows & automatically knew someone important was in there. dillon turned around in his seat to face you, “they’re like roaches, everywhere all the time.” he rolled his eyes, “are you ready miss?” you put your blacked out shades on, “ready!” dillon got out of the vehicle holding his arm in front of the paps to make room for your door to open. as soon as it opened the flashing & yelling started. “y/n! how’s filming for Point Blank going?” one yelled while being shoved to the side by another pap, “hey y/n! where’s joseph at? haven’t seen you two together in awhile.” another interrupts him, “yeah! did you guys break up, finally?” your ears perked up when he said 'finally' & you rolled your eyes. dillon got you out of the car & pushed through the paparazzi to eventually get you inside of the restaurant. a waiter asked for the reservation name & you quickly said “Quinn.” he pulled two menus out & motioned towards the seating area. “if you can just follow me.” he lead you through the perfectly lit dining room to a secluded booth. your stomach dropped when you didn’t see joseph already seated. “can i interest you in a glass of sauvignon blanc?” he asked while holding a big bottle & a wine glass. you sat down, “of course! thank you.” you flashed a nice smile to try & hide the fact that you were a bit hurt. the waiter poured you a glass of the wine & took a step back, “your server will be with you soon. enjoy!” you nodded back in assurance before he walked away. you grabbed your phone & called joseph, no answer. again, voicemail. you figured he’s running late so you left him a text. *just got seated. call me when you’re on your way! excited to see you, hun xx* you set your phone down & took a sip of your wine, waiting.

“are you ready to order ma’am?” the waiter circled back around a few moments later. “i’d like to wait please, if that’s okay?” you said while swirling your wine in the glass & taking the last drink. the server quickly filled it again as you nodded in appreciation. about 45 minutes passed. text after text & phone call after phone call. still no answer. at this point you felt like you were being stood up. you had a few more glasses of wine than you’d have liked so you decided it’s time to go home. you called dillon and told him you were ready & he was already waiting by the entrance for you. there weren’t any paps outside thankfully, it’s gotten pretty late so you’re hoping they found someone else to berate or just went home, doubtful on that one though. you paid the tab & dillon ran in front of you to open the door. as you two walked outside another black suburban pulled up in behind your vehicle. of course, out hopped joseph. he looked so unfazed it was disrespectful. “hi my darling, i’m so sorry i’m late. filming went past time a bit and-” he stopped as you interrupted him, “save it, joe. i texted & called plenty of times. you could’ve had SOMEONE call me, instead i looked stupid sitting in that fancy place all dressed up by myself.” joseph’s whole demeanor changed when he seen you visibly upset. “it’s been a whole month joseph, we had this planned for weeks after you cancelled the last date.” joseph took a few stops closer to you & grabbed your waist to pull you closer, “from the bottom of my heart, im sorry my love. production was having errors, i should’ve texted you.” you almost believed him until the smell of liquor rolled off his tongue along with those words & your stomach turned. “you have to be fucking kidding me. your breath reeks of liquor & you’re gonna tell me you were stuck filming?” you pushed joe off of you & he stood back & rubbed his forehead, “it was only a few drinks, y/n. don’t worry i’ll be fine.” your jaw dropped in amazement, “you think i give a damn how many drinks you had? you lied about what you were doing when WE had plans. or did you just forget about your own girlfriend?” you were visibly getting angry with joseph. “so what i had a couple drinks, y/n! these hours are stressful.” joseph whined. it really set you off how he pulled the stressful hours card, knowing you have the exact same job & bad hours as well. “you’re an asshole dude.” the argument went on for a bit longer, getting heated at times. finally, you put your hand up to his face & walked away towards your car that was waiting. dillon had the door open & shut in seconds. “drive, please.” you pushed your words out, trying to hold back the tears. it was a quiet drive home. once you finally arrived, you kicked your heels off & got into bed, full face, dress on and all. you honestly just wanted to go to bed & forget tonight even happened. you opened twitter just to mindlessly scroll but instead found your notifications blown up. the first notification you see is headlined “y/f/n stood up by joe quinn tonight” with photos attached. in the first couple of photos it was you walking into the restaurant & sitting at the table by yourself. the next few were long distance shots of you & joseph mid arguement. you didn’t realize how heated it actually got until you seen it from an outside point of view. you sighed & locked your phone, throwing it next to you. your eyes began to water so you shut them tight & rolled over to force yourself to go to sleep.

8:32am, you woke up to your doorbell being spammed & 10 missed calls from joseph. you decided to be petty & make him wait longer, just like he made you wait. you changed out of your dress into a large t-shirt & threw your hair up. you made your way downstairs to open the door. joseph stood tall over you, “look, i’m sorry for lying to you. i shouldn’t have. i did go have a few drinks after texting you back that i’d see you soon. i lost track of time. please forgive me.” he pretty much begged. “honestly i have nothing to say to you at the moment, i’m mad. i’m pissed & hurt. we barely speak & seeing you is getting harder & harder. i get that we’re both busy with our projects but i’m putting more of an effort than you are joseph & it sucks.” your eyes watered, you felt like you guys were slowly growing apart. “don’t you think you’re overreacting? it was one dinner.” he sighed. you were taken back that he had the nerve to say that. “one dinner? one fucking dinner? what about the other dates you cancelled last minute. were you drinking then too? what about our conversations? you act like you couldn’t be bothered to message me back joseph. i’m always the one calling first to ask you how your day was. the past 4 months have been nothing but paparazzi & interviewers asking if we’re still together or not,” you fully reamed him not giving him a chance to speak, “they must be seeing something i wasn’t but now i see it. leave me alone until you figure out whether you want to be with me or not.” joseph couldn’t even get a word out before you slammed the door in his face.

another month passed. you focused hard on your movie & it was finally finished. joseph was in the last stretch of finishing his. he tried texting and calling here & there but it felt so strained you didn’t have the energy to reply. tonight you had your big movie premiere & it was gonna be the first time you seen joseph since everything happened, if he even decides to show up. “i love him so much but he lied straight to my face. lied about something he didn’t even need to lie about. he made me feel like shit the entire course of those months.” you vented to your friend olivia, who was also your makeup artist, as she did your foundation. “babe, you two are movie stars. it’s going to happen where you two get busy & barely talk. it’s up to you two to figure out whether you want to keep fighting about it or if you want to get through it.” she said softly as you played with your rings. “i want to, i don’t want this to ruin us.” your eyes began to water. “aht aht! no crying,” olivia grabbed a qtip to soak up the tears before the dripped, “i did too good for you to go and wash it all away!” she turned you towards the mirror to show you your finished face. “ya look gorgeous my friend. you two will figure it out.” olivia kissed the side of your head & you smiled. once you were completely ready & got some pictures for social media out of the way it was time to walk the carpet. you & joseph always walked the carpets together for your premiers/award shows. you felt extremely lonely. standing at the beginning of the carpet everyone was faced towards you already, cameras & lights pointed. you nervously took a step but before you could go any farther you felt a hand gently pressed to your lower back. you turned in surprise to see joseph’s dimpled cheeks & brown eyes. “you came?” your voice broke. “of course, i would never miss any of your moments.” you took a deep breath in & out nervously, “thank you joe, so much. i needed you here.” he leaned in to kiss you on the cheek & you felt your face burn up. “let’s get you on this carpet, love.” once everyone seen you two on the carpet together they went crazy. they asked questions about whether you two were broken up or not, still friends, etc. it only just made you think more of the conversation you & joseph needed to have. “we need to talk.” you whispered to joe as you reached the end of the carpet. he nodded in agreement. before you two even took the last step off of the carpet he grabbed your hand & made you follow him to a secluded area. “look joe-” you hesitated as joe interrupted, “no don’t say anything. i am so sorry for hurting you, for making you feel unimportant. i genuinely don’t know what got into me. i was being an asshole to you & you didn’t deserve that.” joseph paused, “god, y/n. i’m so madly in love with you. i can’t lose you over this.” your eyes began to water. “you’re the love of my life. we will figure out something to make it work. all of this shit wouldn’t be worth it if you weren’t doing it with me.” by the time he finished you had tears streaming down your face, not even caring about your makeup. “i love you so much joe. i couldn’t possibly do this without having you by my side. we will figure this out.” joe’s eyes were watery, “don’t be a crybaby now, quinn.” his laugh filled the air, “shush look at you! you better call olivia.” he wiped a black mascara tear from dripping off of your chin onto your dress. in the same motion he tilted your chin up to make your eyes meet his. without missing a beat your lips met for the first time in months, feeling like no time has passed since you last kissed him. the kiss lasted for a few long seconds. you pulled away remembering you still needed to get your makeup fixed before you two went out there. “i have to find olivia, can i meet you at the table?” you ran your fingers through his curly hair as he still held onto you, “of course, love. i’ll be waiting for you.” he snuck another kiss in before letting go of you. your heart felt so full again, beating out of your chest as you walked away from him.

you found olivia & got everything fixed before you went back to the main area to find joseph. his face lit up as soon as he seen you & waved you his way. everything felt so perfect & good. you sat down beside joe & he leaned in to peck you on the lips, leaving you with a blushed smile. the premier was great, so many friends & people you considered family. you & joseph had your stuff figured out & you couldn’t be happier. once the director of the movie started speaking joseph grabbed your hand and squeezed it 3 times, meaning ‘i love you’. so you did the same back.

a/n: hi omg sorry it’s so long, it also took me v long to finish it bc i had work but i rly hope u enjoy :p xx

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[anchorandrope]

“Yeah, his S.O was there too”

I can't believe I'm going to say this but I have a receipt.

I arrived at a restaurant in San Telmo (CABA, Argentina), which I'm not going to say its name, around 8:15 pm (GMT-3) on May 8, 2022. I was talking to the @eclipsadxs on WhatsApp while I was waiting for my food when I noticed that three people who spoke English had sat at the table next to mine.

– Person 1: A white woman around +25 years old, blonde, 1.70m tall. She was wearing a tan tank top and black jeans.

– Person 2: A +25 year old black man, he had a beard and he was wearing a white shirt. Slightly taller than the woman.

– Person 3: A white man with a beard and brown hair, around +25 years old. He was wearing a black T-shirt and jeans and was about the same height as the other man.

The men (because of the accent) seemed American but the woman seemed British, although I think she used to live in the United States for a while since the only word she pronounced as an American was “water”.

The three people started talking and laughing loudly so I could easily identify what they were talking about. I didn't want to pay much attention to them but their screams were so loud that I couldn't concentrate on anything else. (Note: Their table and mine were practically next to each other.) At one point, I hear this conversation:

– Person 3: How long have you been here?

– Person 1: Two days ago.

– Person 3: And when is the concert?

– Person 1: In less than two weeks.

Hearing this, I started to pay special attention to the conversation since I assumed they were talking about Louis (since Louis has his show here in Buenos Aires in less than two weeks).

The conversation continued:

– Person 2: Are you going to see him before that?

– Person 1: I'm not sure, I think he's gonna be pretty busy and he's not gonna be around.

When I heard the question I thought he was referring to going to another concert before the one in Buenos Aires but the answer made me wonder… why would a simple fan say “he's pretty bussy” with as much confidence as if she knew him? My suspicions were confirmed when I heard to the rest of the conversation.

– Person 3: And… When did you meet him for the first time?

– Person 1: I met him at a party in London.

When I heard this I started to get excited because it was the first time I was close to a friend/acquaintance of Louis. Between my excitement, the loud music and the bad acoustics of the place, I couldn't hear what she said next but I know it was related to the party and the person who organized it (which from what I understood: it wasn't Louis who organized the party).

– Person 3: How many people were there?

– Person 1: Around seventy.

– Persona 3: He was there?

– Person 1: Yeah, his S.O was there too. (S.O = Significant Other)

I didn't know what S.O meant so I had to google it, and when I did I immediately thought of Harry since person 2 had used male pronouns when asking if the person was there with Louis.

– Person 2: Didn't you see him playing in Dallas last year?

– Person 1: Yeah yeah, I met him last year.

I ALMOST DIE when I heard that, not only because they used male pronouns back but because Harry played in Dallas last year.

– Person 3: I hope you can see him again.

– Person 1: Yeah, this year I will.

– Person 3: Give him my best.

– Person 2: Mine too.

– Person 1: I will.

After this they changed the subject. They started talking about football, I think they were talking about Real Madrid or Atletico Madrid because I heard the word "Madrid" many times.

When I got up to leave, I stealthily managed to take a picture of the three people, which I clearly WON'T post for privacy reasons. (Note: I regret taking the photo, it wasn't correct but at that moment I was so excited that I didn't even think about it).

Obviously I didn't talk to the girl or record her (I'm not that crazy lol) so I don't have concrete proof. It is up to you to believe me or not.

Note: My close friends (@eclipsadxs) know in which restaurant this happened and they have the photo of the three people. I will not share that data for privacy reasons. I know that the name of the restaurant and the photo of the people do not prove anything but if someone wants them, send me an ask without anon and I will evaluate if I can trust you.

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No puedo creer que vaya a decir esto pero tengo un receipt.

Yo llegué a un restaurante de San Telmo (CABA, Argentina), el cual no voy a decir su nombre, alrededor de las 8:15pm (GMT-3) del día 8 de mayo del 2022. Estaba hablando con las @eclipsadxs por WhatsApp mientras esperaba mi comida cuando me di cuenta que en la mesa de al lado se habían sentado tres personas que hablaban inglés.

-Persona 1: Una mujer blanca de alrededor de unos +25 años, rubia, de 1.70m de altura. Vestía una musculosa marrón claro y unos jeans negros.

-Persona 2: Un hombre negro con barba de +25 años de edad , vestía una camisa blanca y era un poco más alto que la mujer.

-Persona 3: Un hombre blanco con barba y pelo marrón de +25 años de edad. Vestía un remera y unos jeans negros y era mas o menos de la misma altura que el otro hombre.

Los hombres (por el acento) parecían estadounidenses pero la mujer parecía británica, aunque creo que vivió en estados unidos por un tiempo ya que la única palabra que pronunciaba cómo estadounidense era “water”.

Las tres personas comenzaron a hablar y a reírse a los gritos así que pude identificar fácilmente de lo que hablaban. No les quería prestar mucha atención pero sus gritos eran tan fuertes que no podía concentrarme en otra cosa. (Nota: Su mesa y la mía estaban prácticamente pegadas). En un momento, oigo esta conversación:

– Persona 3: How long have you been here? (¿Hace cuánto haz llegado?)

– Persona 1: Two days ago. (Hace dos días)

– Persona 3: And when is the concert? (¿Y cuando es el concierto?)

– Persona 1: In less than two weeks. (En menos de dos semanas)

Al escuchar esto, comencé a prestar especial atención a la conversación ya que suponía que hablaban de Louis (ya que Louis tiene su show aquí en Buenos Aires en menos de dos semanas).

La conversación siguió:

– Persona 2: Are you going to see him before that? (¿Lo vas a ver antes que eso?)

– Persona 1: I'm not sure, I think he's gonna be pretty busy and he's not gonna be around. (No estoy segura, creo que va estar bastante ocupado y no va a estar por aquí)

Cuando escuché la pregunta pensé que se refería a ir a otro concierto antes del de Buenos Aires pero la respuesta me hizo dudar… ¿por qué una simple fan diría “he's pretty bussy” con tanta seguridad como si lo conociera?. Mis sospechas se confirmaron cuando escuché el resto de la conversación.

– Persona 3: And… When did you meet him for the first time? (Y… ¿Cuándo lo conociste por primera vez?)

– Persona 1: I met him at a party in London. (Lo conocí en una fiesta en Londres)

Cuando escuché esto comencé a emocionarme porque era la primera vez que estaba cerca de una amiga/conocida de Louis. Entre mi emoción, la musica fuerte y la mala acustica del lugar, no pude escuchar lo siguiente que dijo pero se que estaba relacionado a la fiesta y a la persona que la organizó (que por lo que entendí: no fue Louis quien organizó la fiesta).

– Persona 3: How many people were there? (¿Cuántas personas eran?)

– Persona 1: Around seventy. (Alrededor de setenta)

– Persona 3: He was there? (¿Él estaba ahí?)

– Persona 1: Yeah, his S.O was there too. (Si, su pareja estaba ahí también)

Nota: S.O es “significant other”

Yo no sabía que significa S.O así que lo tuve que googlear, y cuando lo hice pensé inmediatamente en Harry ya que la persona 2 había utilizado pronombres masculinos al preguntar si tal persona estaba ahí con Louis.

– Persona 2: Didn't you see him playing in Dallas last year? (¿Igual a él también lo conociste no? ¿No lo viste tocando en Dallas el año pasado?)

– Persona 1: Yeah yeah, I met him last year. (Si si, lo conocí el año pasado).

CASI MUERO cuando escuché eso, no solo porque de vuelta utilizaron pronombres masculinos sino porque Harry tocó en Dallas en año pasado.

– Persona 3: I hope you can see him again. (Ojalá puedas verlo de nuevo)

– Persona 1: Yeah, this year I will. (Si, este año lo haré)

– Persona 3: Give him my best. (Mándale saludos de mi parte)

– Persona 2: Mine too. (Los míos también)

– Persona 1: I will. (Lo haré)

Después de esto cambiaron de tema. Se pusieron a hablar de football, creo que estaban hablando del Real Madrid o del Atletico Madrid porque escuché la palabra “Madrid” muchas veces.

Cuando me levanté para irme, logré disimuladamente sacar una fotografía a las tres personas, la cual claramente NO voy a publicar por cuestiones de privacidad. (Nota: Me arrepiento de haber sacado la foto, no fue correcto pero en ese momento estaba tan emocionada que ni lo pensé)

Obviamente no hablé con la chica ni la grabé (tampoco estoy tan loca lol) así que no tengo pruebas concretas. Queda en ustedes creerme o no.

Nota: Mis amigas cercanas (@eclipsadxs) saben en qué restaurante sucedió esto y tienen la foto de las tres personas. No voy a compartir esos datos por cuestiones de privacidad. Se que el nombre del restaurante y la foto de las personas no prueban nada pero si alguien las quiere, mándenme un ask sin anon y yo evaluaré si puedo confiar en ustedes.

#I want to clarify that I did not add all the details or the whole conversation #receipts #my receipt

[misery-has-no-company-now]

*puts nerf gun to your head* wholesome NY hc’s :)

**dw you don’t actually have to**

Ahh New York my boyyy I'm so happy!! Sorry I didn't really see this earlier so I'm answering it kind of a lot later than when you sent it

Come to think of it, most of the hcs I've had for this adorable cat are actually angst-filled 😭😭 (sorry NY 🥲) so let's see what I've got...

Hmm okay so he's old, right? Like maybe not to the OG 13 but for the rest of the states he definitely acts like a grandpa without even meaning to. Gov has banned Vermont from having any maple syrup in the statehouse ever since a disastrous dentist trip? Oh no, who took him outside during the winter to make maple taffy?? What's that - he looked sad, New York? Hmm alrighttt thennn... ✨��✨️

Also I feel like he gives great hugs. Hugs from New York are rare but the best, so even through they're infrequent, they're to die for. Some of the younger states in the west have had physical brawls over who gets to cuddle with New York first when he's in a good mood. New York is amazing at comforting people, because despite the 'leave-me-alone-I-don't-care' attitude he displays, man's got a heart of gold and is wonderful at helping people stop crying.

Also he's not just good at hugging others. He himself loves being cuddled, but you'll never hear it from him. After a long tiring day of work (he is definitely a workaholic I don't even need to explain this about him), he goes up to the other NE states or Loui (because if you don't love Loui, then you're the problem - not him) and just curls up by their side like a cat (obviously). Whoever he chooses will usually just sit there in the silence and relax with him, since he doesn't talk much as it is - preferring to let his actions speak for themselves - so when he's tired there's no way you're hearing much from him.

He loves music. He tries to go at least once every weekend to the park and listen to his favourite punk rock songs (I don't know any so I can't give examples here) while feeding the pigeons there.

Speaking of pigeons, those creatures love him and he loves them. He could just be out on the street with another state and one of these birds will come up to him to perch on his shoulder. Also rats. This is, unsurprisingly, a major source of his arguments with the others but he will keep a few as pets all the time. He once tried to make a sanctuary dedicated solely to pigeons and rats. Following disasters unforeseen (only by him), he now sticks to bird-feeders in his balcony and keeping the occasional pocket-warmer rat in his jacket.

His black jacket is his favourite thing to wear. Unless he's going to an event wherein he absolutely feels it wouldn't be right to wear (and he should know, after all, since New York is recognised as the official capital of US fashion apparently - ignore this time's Fashion Week, we all have bad years), he will adorn it all the time. It's practically a part of his personality now; one of his defining features.

Another thing that he rarely ever opens is his red beanie (I'm ignoring his current outfits in recent videos, only other thing I really like is that grey T-shirt with "New York vs Everyone Else" or something like that. I hope to someday have a shirt like that but with my name instead). I'm not the first to say this but he has the fluffiest hair. He doesn't let many touch it, or touch him in general, but those who he cuddles up with when tired will unreservedly stroke his hair because it's so calming for both of them...but NY was not the one who said this.

Roses are a love language in themselves and he expressed his love with them. He knows exactly what each type of rose represents, and not only does he give them out to people accordingly, but he also helps the other states give someone they adore the right roses. He's even aided some of the states into their present relationships too. Flowers in general are also something he likes, and he even keeps a garden filled with them during the right seasons.

Also since the UN World Headquarters are located in New York, he gets along well with the other countries too, consequently keeping in touch with IDC a lot. I firmly believe that he was the one to teach her stuff like diplomacy and all that, just as I think he was the one who really taught Gov how to run a nation and make a country stronger. This doesn't really come in wholesome NY hcs exactly but I do have some thoughts about this so if you want me to I'll elaborate on them.

I didn't really have many wholesome headcannons either so I've given some other ones as well too hope that's fine. Thanks for your ask and do give me more in the future! I'd love to answer them! I really don't mind being asked for hcs.

Now put down the nerf gun you don't want to get hurt 🙃 /j

#thanks for your ask! #asks answered #welcome to the table #wttt #wttt new york #wttsh #welcome to the statehouse

[atomicwinnerdreamland]

Do you have any silly hc’s and ansgty hc’s for NY?

**it’s fine if not lol**

Hii! Ooo thank you for the ask, and I may have a few of both kinds of hc's for him :D

New York's silly hc's:

-He has tried ice cream and soy sauce together because he read about it in a book and surprisingly, he doesn't hate the combination. (the book is King of Wrath by Ana Huang, which is set in New York)

-I like to think that he tries on the shoes of the bigger states in the statehouse because he finds fun in doing so. New York was wearing Texas's huge dress shoes and tripped on them, and Alaska so happened to be nearby and helped him up, which got Alaska to be the one to first notice this habit of his.

-He and Louisiana read picture books together on nights when they can't go to sleep. Sometimes they're picture books that New York himself wrote, other times they're picture books that New York finds in his local bookstore that he thinks Loui would like.

-Whenever he's angry at a certain state, he paints a portrait of them that portrays them in the ugliest way possible. It could be a painting of the state's face with the ugliest color combos and/or purposefully messed up proportions or he may paint a part of the state that the state considere to be ugly or unattractive (ie. if here were mad at Texas, he'd paint Austin bc TX thinks that Austin is ugly, California w/ Bakersfield, Michigan w/ the border shared between him and Ohio, etc)

-He sometimes likes to wear his coats on his head like a wig and walks around the statehouse as he's doing so. And he likes to style it too: sometimes the coat looks like a whole ass muffin on his head (think of how people with long hair wrap a towel around their hair after a shower). Everyone else thinks he looks insane, but he's happy doing it for some reason.

-He hides candy in his beanie and nobody knows.

New York's angsty hc's:

-He has a terrible relationship with sleep. He can't sleep because of flashbacks of his past, he can't sleep because of his workload, and sometimes he doesn't sleep on purpose just to punish himself.

-He likes to lock himself in his room when the statehouse gets too loud. It reminds him of his past again (with all the wars and stuff) and he prefers not to interact with anyone at all for a few days to deal with it.

-[TW: self-harm] Whenever he does something that doesn't reach his own standards, he hurts himself in many ways. He indulges in his never ending workload, he stays up all night, he doesn't eat, and he can't talk to anyone without screaming at them (which hurts NY bc he doesn't like hurting his loved ones).

-He likes to cook for others but rarely finds the will to cook for himself sometimes, much less eat. It's the same way with comforting others: he always is the first to try and uplift somebody yet he can never uplift himself when he needs to.

-He likes to disappear whenever he gets too overwhelmed. The fellas in the Northeast always try and look for him whenever he does so, but New York always finds a spot where he knows he can't be found (usually in Wyoming and Iowa since they're usually forgotten, and both states seem peaceful to me), so they just wait for him to return home hoping he's okay. There was an occasion where he came back with cuts and bruises all over his body to the point he was hospitalized, and though the northeast states thought it was bc of a fight, it turned out to be self-inflicted injuries. The northeast now keep an eye out for any sign that NY's stressed out/overwhelmed so they can go talk to him before he decides to disappear again.

-[TW: suicidal thoughts] He likes to think about not being immortal & what life would be like if only he were to be able to die like normal humans. Sometimes he doesn't have the will to live and finds it so hard to accept that he can't just die. This fic by @xechoecho88x is a great story that ties along with this specific headcanon if you're interested in reading something like this :D

-He has a severely damaged wall designed for when he needs to let out some anger. To go along the lines of this, he likes fire and burns random things to keep himself at ease. The only thing that he regrets burning is an old necklace given to him by a friendly old lady he met & befriended in upstate. Her death took a toll on him and he burned the only thing that reminded him of her so he wouldn't mourn as much, but all he feels now is regret.

That's all I have, I hope you like it :D Thank you sm again for your ask, I appreciate it so much <3

#wttt #welcome to the table #wttsh #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt new york

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

I have no idea whether I've managed to send this within the time that you set your latest request post for or not; but can we get some more of Loui please? I think it's been a while since he's had much focus you know 🙃 Thanks!

EEEEEEKKKKKK HIM HIM HIM HIM HIM HI-

He makes flower crowns for his loved ones and put spells on them (the crowns) so that they don’t die

He doesn’t know how to say no to people sometimes. Someone will ask him to do something or for something, and he disapproves, and he’ll mentally tell himself "You don’t want this/to do this, say no. Ok 3, 2, 1-" "*insert random malfunctioning sounds*" (he just like me fr fr-)

Talk smack about him all you want, but don’t bring his father (France) into this. If you do…. I hope you like vacations, cuz you’re going on a LONG vacation to either Hell or Heaven.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. He. Has. Dreads. He. Puts. Cute. Little. Flowers. And. Beads. In. His. Hair.

Bro hates it in the summer sometimes cuz he whenever he doesn’t have dreads and he just has his normal curly hair, and it gets REALLY humid (Louisiana is one of the most humid states), his hair is a wreck and he looks like he’s a little feral kitten 💀 (I mean he has but-)

He likes collecting stickers. And he puts them everywhere, including his face. Sometimes him and Florida will just be relaxing together and Loui will be putting stickers on Florida’s face and Florida will just be staring at him with so much damn love it’s crazy-

Don’t try to tickle Loui. Or do. He will just scream bloody murder, cops will be called, you’ll have a fun time convincing the cops that you weren’t actively torturing the poor baby.

He has burn scars both from recent fires and past fires (Particularly from the two times NOLA burnt down)

Go ahead. Make fun of the French in front of him. Have fun *runs*

Fav colors are black, purple, golden yellow, and green.

Probably one the most loyal mfs out there

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #wttt louisiana #wttsh louisiana

[crinkle-eyed-boo]

Thursday Snippet

I was last tagged by @disgruntledkittenface to share a snippet of my WIP. I’ve been meaning to post a snippet all week but then Louis wore shorts and tank tops and I lost my mind, and it’s now Thursday and I’m just getting around to sharing. 

ANYWAY. 

I FINALLY got Harry and Louis to FOR REAL kiss last weekend which feels like such a relief. I’m not gonna give away the farm and share the kiss but I WILL share some of the build-up to it. I hope you enjoy!!

“Thanks for tonight,” Harry says. “I haven’t had that much fun dancing since…I don’t know when.” 

“I’m glad,” Louis smiles over at him. “Dancing should always be fun. If it’s not fun, why are you doing it?” 

“Easy for you to say, superstar.” 

“What do you mean?” Louis asks, no heat or defensiveness in his voice, only curiosity. 

“Sorry, that wasn’t meant to be a drag or anything,” Harry explains, carding his fingers through his hair, trying to organize his thoughts. “I know how hard you work, Louis, no one does the kind of skills you do without hard work and lots of practice. I know that, believe me. And I know you’ve faced your own challenges. I can’t imagine what it was like for you being catapulted into the stratosphere basically right out of our apprentice year. But from my perspective you’ve always like…not that you’ve had it easy, but you made it look easy. You have this…sparkle when you dance that can’t be taught. So of course you would think dancing should always be fun. Because it’s never not been fun for you. And look, you know you’ve always been everyone’s favorite. Even when we were little kids all the teachers doted on you.” 

Louis doesn’t say anything, he just looks back at him, his brow slightly furrowed and a thoughtful expression on his handsome face. Harry can’t help but panic a little, not wanting to end the evening on a sour note.

“Or maybe the teachers doted on you because you were having fun and you were easy to love, not to mention ridiculously talented, so it was clear you were destined for greatness, even back then,” Harry babbles. “And maybe I’m full of shit and have always been jealous of the way people just gravitate to you like you’re the fucking sun or something and I wish I could be more like that, I don’t know. I just know that I don’t know the last time I thought dancing was fun and not work and I hate that because you’re right, it should be fun, it’s dancing, for fuck’s sake. Sorry, it’s late and I’m word vomiting and I’m not making any sense, am I?” 

Harry takes a deep breath to settle himself and then looks over at Louis, relieved to find no judgment on his face, just understanding and a soft smile. 

“It’s funny because I thought you were the teacher’s pet,” Louis says. “You’ve always had such perfect technique, Harry. You were the one teachers would call attention to in class, remember? ‘Look at Harry’s extension,’ or ‘Watch Harry’s arms.’ They would talk about your height and your long legs and how they made you an ideal dancer which made me nuts cause like, those were things about myself I could never change. The teachers may have doted on me, sure, but you had their respect. You always did. And look at you now. You have the whole company’s respect, you know that, right? How many principal dancers are there? Twenty? And who has the first position at the barre and sets the tone for company class every day?” 

“I do,” Harry says with pride, standing a little taller. 

“You do,” Louis affirms, nudging him gently. “You’re like the glue that keeps everyone together. No, you’re more than just glue. You’re the foundation. You’re the one that pushes us all to be better. Don’t underestimate how important that is. How important you are.” 

Warmth fills Harry’s chest as they turn on to Thompson Street. 

“Peter should have promoted you sooner,” Louis continues, kicking an empty beer can towards the curb. “He should have promoted you when I went to San Francisco. He always seemed to value flashiness over consistency which really sucks, especially for someone like you who is nothing but consistent. I’m sorry those years in the background somehow convinced you that you were just a workhorse and not an extraordinary dancer who deserves the spotlight. You’ve always sparkled, Harry, most of all to me.” 

Tagging @indiaalphawhiskey @myfineline @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @kingsofeverything @louandhazaf @absoloutenonsense @greenfeelings @nouies @allwaswell16 (even though I know you JUST posted a full fic) and @lululawrence to share anything they are working on, if they wish!

#I wrote that sparkle line #and was like WHEW #Louis is in LOVE WITH HIM #which good that's the point #but maybe I didn't know just HOW in love with him #he was #until now #ANYWAY #I gotta write some smut #I haven't written smut in ages #hopefully like riding a bike #wheeee! #Arise Fair Sun

[physicsgoblin]

Ugh so I am not happy with how my @inklings-challenge story is turning out. I like the idea, don't think it's executed the best and it's not done, but I want to publish some of it anyway. Maybe sharing some of it will help. This as been a great exercise so far for me though. Any feedback is appreciated.

I fully intend to rework this into something bigger. I've got other ideas...

Anyway. Here is part of Strange Gods.

Look, you won’t be hearing telling this story at any other time, but it’s a party and I’m a little drunk. You know how it is, after almost everyone’s gone home, it’s late August and the air’s warm but it’s almost midnight and it’s got that coolness in the air, plastic chairs are huddled around a dying fire and it’s only the friends that are closer than brothers. The heart’s nocturnal. I guess this is when it comes out.

So here we are and I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you and I don’t care what you think. Well. I guess that’s not true. I don’t know if we did the right thing. But you’re not the one we have to answer to.

Since Brad brought you in with us, I guess you know we used to be a band. Strange Gods. Ever heard of it? Well, little before your time. We were never big. Mostly local shows and Metal Fests. Opened for some bigger names a couple times. We had fun, we had hair longer than our girlfriends’ and sometimes more makeup then them too. Mostly we were just guys in jeans and T-shirts with a passion for music. We fancied ourselves artists. My wife calls music “the art most like divinity”. Like how God could just speak and His words obeyed and music is a little like that. Ours was more like a sneeze than divine speech maybe but she loved it still. I still play for her, sometimes.

Oh the best part was the fans. The girls. You know how it is. You’re kinda weird in high school, a little awkward, but then you start strumming on a guitar, you say oh yeah I play drums in a band and suddenly you’re doing ok.

The worst part? The fans. We weren’t too big, but you’d get recognized every now and again. Sometimes it was all cool, just talking about music and shit. Other times people got a little weird. They thought oh, here’s someone famous, and then you’re almost not human to them anymore. But it was usually alright. And there was one in particular that I—none of us—will ever forget.

The kid was a local. Not much younger than us, but a hell of a lot more awkward. It was alright though. He wore these glasses and those kinds of shirts with full moons and yellow-eyed wolves scattered on the front and he’d sort of talk at the ground instead of at you and he loved the fact that a lot of our songs were based on local history and legend—half-hanged witches, wolves with a thirst for human flesh in winter, earth that won’t accept the dead—a lot of what you’d expect. Well this kid’s name was…I’ll call him Louis. Louis met us at Outer Realms (you know that pub on 114th?) after a very small gig, but we hadn’t been in Strange Gods for very long, so even small gigs were celebrated. Maybe we would have been more weirded out by this kid kinda staring and shyly shuffling up to us if we were sober but you know what, it was ok. Jason even let him have one of his guitar picks and we got him a beer, which he accepted enthusiastically but didn’t drink once. He said he loved having someone write songs about all the stories his dad told him as a kid. He said if we wanted more inspiration, he could help us. He collected stories, he said, the ones you whispered at sleepovers and summer camps, the ones that changed a little bit every time you told them, the ones almost nobody really believed. And we were like, hell yeah brother. That’s how Louis became our consultant for lyrics. Winter Walker, Thy Iron Refine, and Dance at the Bottom of the Sea all had songs with lyrics by him. But he never wanted credit, never wanted his name listed on the albums. He just seemed content to hang out at our house and tell us stories. Whenever we went on tour he would ask us to collect legends of the cities we visited. Brad told him he was welcome to join us but he just smiled at the ground and shook his head. He liked it here. Why would anyone ever want to leave?

Louis was friends with us for almost two years. He even spent Thanksgiving and Christmas with us since he didn’t have anyone else since his dad had died. He worked two part-time jobs, one at Seeny’s Pizza Arcade and one at the post office sorting letters, but most evenings and weekends he would come join us, sometimes bringing over a new boardgame all the way from Europe or a home-baked apple-pie (this guy could bake). Or he’d go on long walks wandering in the woods and fields outside town.

One day in November Louis didn’t show up for our usual Saturday night jam. We were working on the song Night Rite for the album that ended up being Seven Red Seeds and he was supposed to show up and work on lyrics with me and Jason. We were supposed to be filming a music video to go along with the new release and that was pretty exciting. But the kid never showed. We shrugged it off. After all, he was a bit of a loner. Besides us he didn’t seem to have any friends. He took long walks, sometimes after midnight.

Yeah. I’ll have to answer for not looking a little harder sooner.

Brad tried calling him Sunday with no pick-up. We drove down to the house that he rented from Mrs. Ozeki, but she said he want out on one of his little tramps at around 4pm yesterday, but she hadn’t heard him come in.

No, it’s alright. I’m fine, I’m just getting a little too sober I guess. I mean it’s not alright but it has to be.

We reported his disappearance after checking in with his work and learning he didn’t show up there either. The police investigated us, briefly. We were basically the only people he hung out with and maybe all the songs about murdered kings and lost whaling ships freaked them out a bit. Ultimately they ruled us out. They ruled almost everything out.

Brad, Jason, and I were all volunteers for when they swept the woods in long lines looking for scraps of clothing, his glasses, anything. I remember us all looking at each other, thinking the same thing, but Jason was the only one who said it out loud. He said, I don’t want to be the one to find his body.

The most they found when they swept the woods was his camera. Someone else had found it and we never got to see what exactly was on the film. Someone clearly has. The newspapers speculated about if it had held any clues, but any questions for the Sheriffs department was met with a “we do not believe the photographs from the victim’s camera hold any information about what led to his disappearance.” Yeah, bullshit. We heard stories around about most of the pictures just being of the few remaining winter robins, which Louis loved. And then everyone had a different version of what was on the last three. Some said close shots of a man in a red windbreaker. Some said blurry images of a great white wolf like the legends.

But the one that we all thought sounded the most real, was that of a field. You know the one near the old Pressfield cemetery? Photos of seemingly nothing but brown grass and gray skies but in the distance what looks like an enormous black bird flying near the ground. And over the last few photographs, the thing gets closer and closer, until the last picture is a smeared mess of Louis turning around, I guess to run. I don’t know for sure though. I pray to Christ I never do.

What we saw was enough.

In the end the case ran absolutely cold. They had nothing. If some psycho got him, he left no trace. If he got hurt and died of exposure, where was the body? If an animal got him, where was the blood and torn clothing? He sure as hell didn’t just ditch town out the blue.

We took a little time off from everything. It just didn’t feel right, you know, writing about death and ghost stories when our weird little friend had just become one. I’ll always wonder. If he thought, you know, this is fitting. To become what I have always chased. God I’m still drunk. Of course not. You don’t think about all the badness you write songs about until you can’t even bury someone’s son.

His uncle and a few cousins came down to collect his things and clear everything up. The oldest cousin met with us a few times, let us know that she was glad Louis had had some people here after his dad had passed away. She invited us to the little funeral they had at Salve Regina Church. Brad almost didn’t go. He gave in eventually but he sat in the back and didn’t stay afterward. No, I’d never been until then. There were moments, you know, moments where I forgot why we were there and the strange chants and the candles and the silence dropped over you like heavy night and bright day and I remember looking at the wrinkled man in black and gold and thinking, this is crazy and I think I’m wanting to be crazy too.

The priests shook our hands as we left and spoke to us about Louis and about how he would pray for us and ask the other Fathers to pray for us too. And they nodded and smiled gravely and the taller one, Father Nicholas, said, we will be happy to see you next Sunday. And Jason said we’d think about it.

Eventually we had to get going with life again. Things felt a little more somber. I mean really somber, not this adolescent misery we’d been playing with. We stopped going to Outer Realms after every work day, Brad flushed all our weed. It just felt cheap. Jason spent more time with his little sisters during his free time, Brad flew back to Chicago for a few days during Christmas to spend it with his parents. Me? I hung around. My future wife was here and that’s where I wanted to be.

It was mid-February when our producer started kicking us to get back into finishing our songs and making the music video that had been put on hold. And you know I guess without really discussing it, we knew what we wanted to do.

Dies Irae isn’t our most famous song, but I don’t care, it’s our best. When we talked it over with our producer, we drew a hard line: Pressfield cemetery. That old one where they found that kid’s camera? Yeah, that’s the one. We want it filmed there.

That’s what we said and that’s what we did. And yeah, old natures die hard, it was still over-the-top, it still had some goth-looking girls (one of whom eventually became my wife), and when we got there it was freezing and gray and brown-iced earth. It was still us and we hoped it would still be Louis.

We had a couple of days to film. On the first day Jason went for a little walk around the perimeter of the cemetery, fingers red from the cold as he held his cigarette, and when he came back around he looked a little jumpy. He said, I don’t like it here. Them birds are talking. Talking? Yeah talking. Well, laughing.

It felt weird being there again. There was a feeling in the air even from the film crew that had never been there before. One said it was bad luck to be walking around all these bodies and the only reason he was doing this was because he needed the money.

And it was weird to think that the gravestone that had Louis’s name carved into it was just a false monument.

On the third and last day it started pouring rain. Just pounding. You couldn’t hardly see a damned thing in front of you. It was the kinda rain that hurt when it hit you it was coming down so hard.

We were packing up, almost everyone had left, when Jason comes up to our pick-up and asks if we heard a weird noise. Weird noise? Well hell yeah, those girls were wild. No, he says, I ain’t kidding. Like a growl but more human. Like a scream, but more animal. Well, we kind of laugh at him, say it’s probably a cougar. And before Brad can make a joke about that—

There it is. It’s not a scream. It’s something that slices through the tombstones and rattles the eardrums so it was a sound—but of what I don’t know. I don’t know. Everyone got this look, this dead look like the world fell out beneath our feet. Nobody said a word. It sounded like it had come from somewhere in the middle of the cemetery. And there was a smell too. You know when it rains it mixes up the dirt and the plants and it just shocks you with the scent? It was like that, but as if the dirt was freshly dug and something rotten was unearthed.

And like I said, you couldn’t hardly see. Just dark blotches where the graves were blinking in and out of sight between raindrops. We just stood there, watching, listening. My heart has never pounded harder. I saw those rumors in my mind of gray skies and something big flying towards you and those are the last pictures you ever take.

Finally nothing happens and we start looking at each other, feeling like of course it was just an animal prowling around. Gosh, you had us scared man. Let’s get the hell out, let’s get back to my place, I’m cooking alfredo and Brad’s got a couple of bottles from the producer’s vineyard. Sure it was nice of him to share. Yeah actually I did get that girl’s number, the one with the green eyes? Come on, get the heat on, I’m freezing.

And we’re driving away, the noise forgotten—except Jason keeps looking out the rear window, just quick little checks. I pretend not to notice. But he twitches a couple of times, opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something, but no. He keeps quiet. Eventually he stops looking and seems to relax.

I don’t stop though. And a couple of times through the sheets of rain and the obstruction of the trees, I wonder if I see something wet, dark, and shiny slinking along the road. But it’s impossible to tell.

I get up the next morning and find this thing slung across the back porch. The ground is still soaked from last night’s rain but it hasn’t managed to wash away the shear amount of blood that’s coating the concrete patio. And I need you to get this. It was so much blood. You could’ve splashed around it. My stomach almost couldn’t take it. My sense of smell certainly didn’t.

Brad and Jason got up because of the smell. They shuffled out like the dead awakened and found me staring at this thing on the porch. Jason started retching and I told him to puke in the sink. I wasn’t about to clean up this thing and then clean up after him. What the hell is it? Brad says. Who cares? It’s got to get off the porch. Looks like a malformed-newlyborn-mut or something. Maybe it got suckered by a car.

We dug it as deep as we could and it crossed my mind that, damn, maybe we shouldn’t have a thing that smells that bad, a thing that looks that rotted decomposing God knows what into the soil. And Brad didn’t say anything but I knew we were thinking the same thing. Something about it just feels wrong. Like we shouldn’t be touching it. Like we shouldn’t have even looked at it. It crossed my mind that maybe Father Nicholas could come over and do whatever it is priests do to make things clean.

The paws though, check those out. They kinda look like hands, thinking maybe it’s a raccoon but the bastards too big. Good lord, it looks almost rotten. Maybe something else dropped it off. On the porch? On my porch man? Get the hose too, we got to wash off the whole backyard after this. Get the shovel and help me out—of course we’re going to bury it, that’s just what you do. Something’ll dig it out of the trash if we chuck it in there. It looks sorry enough, that’s just what you do.

How big? Maybe about four feet long. It looked pathetic and disgusting and I didn’t tell Brad this but I almost was glad. Maybe that ain’t it. But it felt right that we had our shovels and we were digging a hole and we were going to lay this bloody pulp in it. Father Nicholas once told me about things being fitting. And I guess that’s what it was, fitting.

No, I didn’t, make that connection, between this thing and what we heard in Pressfield cemetery. Not yet. But you know how it is. You never think you’re going to get a story out of something while you’re in it.

The thing was buried and we scrubbed ourselves off and then moved on with our day. Jason seemed much quieter, but he’d been that way since Louis vanished. So maybe it was nothing.

During the night I drempt I was on a boat. It was a boat that my parents had taken me to once, on a family vacation to Main. It was white and blue and unlike that July day years ago, the sea was wine-red and wild with storm. The waves were flooding the deck and the red foam left behind looked like clumps of flesh. I was stumbling around, looking for my mom or my dad or anyone at all—but the deck was empty. I found the door that led down into the lower deck, and the wood was almost black. I put my hand against the icy door, about to push it open, but somehow through the crashing of the waves I heard a scratch, like a single long claw dragging from the top of the frame all the way down to the bottom. I pressed my ear to the door. I don’t think I was breathing. And I listened to the scratching go all the way back up and down, slowly, over and over again.

When I woke up, it was still dark and at first I was thinking I was still sleeping. The scratching sound was still ringing in my ears, and I sat up trying to shake it away. My stomach churned. The clock said 2:36 A.M. I turned my head to the small window that looked into the dark backyard and realized that the scratching noise was coming from that direction. A long, slow scratch from the top of the window to the bottom.

I wasn’t as scared as you’d think. Maybe I was still too asleep, maybe all my panic had been used up over the last few days but I found myself crawling over to the window and just—waiting. I couldn’t see jack. I hadn’t flicked on my lamp. I just waited until the scratching started over at the top and I followed it down the glass, trying to see something, anything. But all I could see was what looked like a glint of a knife and a clearly defined scratch down the middle of the pane. And that’s when it kicked in, me getting scared. Someone was dragging a Goddamn knife down my window.

The most sensible thing to do, or at least the most sensible thing my half-awake brain could think of to do, was go wake up Brad and get the rifles from underneath his bed. He was not happy. He told me I should quite drinking so much before bed, but eventually he got up, gun on his shoulder.

I kept the light off and nodded to my window. We held our breath listening. Brad got closer, looking out into the blackness. The scratching had stopped and I didn’t see anything outside. But Brad noticed the crack in the glass and suddenly looked very awake.

I’m going to go check outside, he said, and as he headed toward the back door, the one closest to my bedroom, there was a series of loud slams that sounded like a person jumping off the roof. At this point Jason was up, and he’s asking what the hell was going on and Brad told him there’s a wildcat clawing Steve’s window or some crap. I’m going to fire a shot up and scare it away.

But two things happened before Brad could slide open the back door. I hadn’t thought about it until now, but there was an familiar smell that had been growing steadily stronger, a rotten, turned-earth smell, and I couldn’t say anything except stop. Don’t open it, wait.

And Jason, stone still looking out the back window at the porch right behind the door, called out the same thing. Stop.

That’s not a cougar. You gotta look.

I’m telling you, we did look. And there was the slimy pink thing with long skinny limbs crouched in front of the back door. It looked like it had a fleshy cape on its back and it twitched as if in pain. We watched unmoving as one long claw flicked up, digging into the door, dragging it down slowly to the ground, and then repeating the act, slowly, slowly.

And you just knew, you just knew, this was the thing that wasn’t supposed to be here.

No, no way, Brad was saying, this is getting too weird. We buried this thing. We put it in the ground. And it crawled out. And we saw it. It was dead. We threw it in the hole and it got back up.

Jason was still watching the thing as it lay on the doorstep. We don’t know if it was actually dead, he said. He said it in a whisper. Well you didn’t bury it, says Brad.

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#inklingschallenge #team chesterton #genre: intrusive fantasy #theme: burial #story: unfinished

[redskull199987]

Homecoming

William James Moriarty x female!reader

Word count:1.2k

Warnings: MtP Manga spoilers(Vol 15 or 16 or sth), basically just pure fluff

Summary: After three years of grieving, you finally allow yourself to move on, when something happens that you didn't expect...

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Three years. It had been three years, since it happened. And you had moved on, at least that's what you told yourself.

Together with Louis and the rest of the family, you had comitted yourselfs to the MI6. You found something to fullfill your purpose, to atone for your sins. To make it worth, all of what you did, what William did.

Well, everyone of you, except for your stubborn brother; Sebastian Moran.

He had also been gone for three years. You searched for him for a long while. You did everything you possibly could, to find him. But it was like he had vanished. But no matter what you did, you just couldn't find him. And it broke your heart. Not even William wouldn't want Sebastian to do this to himself. William sacrificed himself, so that you could live, so that you could carry on his legacy.

And that's what you intended to do.

So, after a long and dreadfully search, you finally found him. Your brother. And after an even longer heart to heart with him, you convinced him to come back. Back to your family. Back to your home.

"What are you thinking about?"

It was Sebastian who pulled you out of your thoughts, almost like destiny had intended it, since he was exactly what you were thinking about. About his return. And you couldn't stop yourself to think about, if your brother returned... What if William could return too? What if he just waltzed into the Manor with his stupid big grin and his cane in hand?

"You", you finally mumbled,"And Will"

"You still miss him?", he asked carefully and sat down next to you. He knew that the topic of your beloved was still delicate to talk about.  

"Always", you said and slowly sipped your tea,"And I always will"

You watched as Sebastian thought about what he was going to say, but instead he just pulled you in for a hug. You tried to resist it for a second, not giving him the satisfaction of being soft to him, but after a few seconds, you crumbled.

You pressed him against yourself tightly. You knew that he didn't hug people often, only when he was being serious. And he was rarely being serious. And you cherished every single second of it, until you finally pulled apart. 

"Thank you", you whispered and wiped away a few stray tears,"I'm glad to have you back, Seb"

He only smiled at you,"I'm glad to be back, little sister"

"Guys!?", it was Ms. Moneypenny. She was standing in the doorway, peering inside your room:"You should better come"

You looked at her perplexed, but she only smiled before dissapearing around the corner. 

Your gaze fell onto your brother but he didn't seem to know what she was on to either. He only shrugged and got up to follow her. You quickly put your teacup down and followed the two of them through the corridors towards the main entrace.

You couldn't believe what you saw there. You almost believed that you were dreaming.

Right there, at the entrace door, stood all three Moriarty brothers hugging each other in a tight embrace. 

You stopped, frozen in track. You leaned yourself against the stairwell, afraid you might faint at the sight in front of you. You felt your breath go slightly heavier and you couldn't prevent the small tears slipping down your cheeks.

Could it be? Could it really be him? As you took a closer look, you also spotted Sherlock standing next to the three brothers. His hair had gotten much longer and he wore a smug grin on his face.

As he spotted you, his face slumbed. He slowly turned to William and nudged him with his elbow. William pulled out of the embrace with his brothers and turned around to look at Sherlock. He only nodded into your direction. William turned around and his eyes met yours. The first thing you noticed, was the bandage over his left eye. You sucked in a sharp breath as you realized that it must have happened when he fell from the Tower Bridge.

"Y/N",he only smiled.

You felt fully fledged tears fall down your face now, as you slowly walked downstairs, towards him. You never even thought that you would hear his voice again. Hear him say your name again.

"William", you mumbled quietly, as you were now standing right in front of him. The air felt like it was on fire. You couldn't prevent your hands from shaking. William seemed to notice, as he leaned forward and carefully put his hands on top of yours.

He gently pulled you into his embrace and you let him. You could feel how his arms wrapped around your body. You tentively put your hands on his chest, taking ahold of his suit. Your eyes fluttered shut as you took in his scent. You were immensely scared that if you opened your eyes, he would just disappear, that it was all a dream and that you would lose him again.

"Y/N"

Your eyes shot open and you quickly looked up. Will was smiling down at you, his arms still tightly wrapped around your waist.

"I missed you", he whispered. He raised his hand to softly grasp your cheek,"My beautiful Y/N, I missed you so much"

He leaned forward, leaninghis forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

"I missed you too, Will", you smiled,"I missed you too"

"I never knew you were this good at chopping", you chuckled, as you entered the kitchen, various bouquets in your arms. William, who had just finished cutting the carrots, turned around smiling:"If you don't say, Love"

You giggled and put the roses, that you had been carrying inside, down on the counter, before walking over to William and greeting him properly.

"Did Fred grow these?", William asked, as he lazily pulled you into his arms by your waist. You followed his gaze and realized that he meant the flowers.

You nodded and leaned your head against his shoulder:"He's as passionate as ever about his roses"

"They are just as I remember them", Will smiled and looked back down at you. A smile appeared on your face, before you cupped his cheek and pulled him in for a tender kiss. You felt William smile against your lips, as his grip on your waist tightened. His back suddenly hit the counter, startling the two of you. You giggled, hiding your face in his chest, while a soft Chuckle escaped his lips.

You gazed at him for a second. A lovestruck expression on your face. You took in his features. His sharp jawline and his long golden locks. The soft grin on his face, the bandage over his left eye and the other one almost glowing with glee. The intense red orb, that you suddenly noticed was staring at you.

"Do you like what you're seeing?", He mumbled playfully.

"I do", you nodded.

William chuckled and quickly grabbed your hand. He pulled you out of the kitchen

"Since we're all finished here, why don't we take a break together?", William chided. You chuckled and nodded, as he swiftly pulled you through the corridors, almost dancing around. He opened the door to your, now again, shared room. You followed him inside and as he closed the door, you let yourself fall down on the huge bed. For three years, you had despised that bed. It always felt so empty, so big without him.

You suddenly felt the bed dip, as William slowly crawled on top of you. You could only giggle at him, as he rested his hands next to your face. He leaned down, connecting your lips in a short kiss. You quickly pulled away and gently carressed his face. His skin felt as soft as ever and you watched him close his eyes, as he leaned into your touch. 

"I...I want to thank you William. For returning, for choosing us...choosing me", you muttered under your breath, as he opened his eyes again. A smile appeared on his face.

"I would always choose you", He whipered and softly pressed his lips to yours again.

"I love you", you murmured. The first time since his return.

"I love you", he repeated, without hesitation.

"Oi, Lovebirds, we need your help!"

Your little moment was interrupted, as you looked up from your place in the bed and saw your brother standing in the doorway. He had a shiteating grin on his face, as he winked at you, before quickly making his way downstairs again.

"Your brother didn't change at all", Will smiled, as he got up.

"Not one bit", you agreed, as he held out his hand for you to help you get back up. He elegantly pulled you to your feet.

"And I hope he never does", you added quietly.

"I hope so too", William smiled. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek, before reluctantly following Sebastian back downstairs.

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Omg please don’t apologize for your answer to my genderbent ask!! I’ll admit that as a fellow butch it is really getting to me like…you get it. 

I also don’t really interact with a lot of lesbian media because it’s so sterilized. So often it seems that whoever wrote it was like sure we can have two women hold hands or peck on the lips as long as they’re feminine! As long as they don’t come off as *that* kind of lesbian. Butchness and lesbian masculinity are so often treated as dirty or not taken seriously which is really hurtful! 

And I completely agree that a lot of genderswaps rely so much on hyperfeminity. Slap a pair of boobs on a male character and give him long hair and make up and a feminine name like dude that’s a whole other character now 😭 (and I have to say that I hate it when characters are given silly versions of their names just to make it girlier like c’mon women with masculine/traditionally men names are hot!!)

Maybe it’s just me being butch4butch and projecting but butch!Daniel hits so hard for me like she is literally just canon Daniel to me but afab and how that would change her narrative. I oscillate so often on how I think Armand would be particularly because of his relationship with gender in the books. He’s androgynous but is that just because he didn’t fully mature? I feel like a lot of women are done growing by their late teens so would genderbent Armand be taller or have a different build because of that? It’s so fun to think about and I think she would play a lot with presentation in the 80s and be having gender talks along with the philosophical discussions with Daniel in that era.

Long story short I really love the gender aspect of genderswaps and masc women are so hot and like that is the appeal for me especially since we don’t get a lot of that! I really hope that it doesn’t seem like I’m talking over you or like pressuring you to write anything but I really connected with your response and if it’s something that you’re comfortable with I would really love to hear the angles that you’re thinking of!! <3

No you're not talking over at all! I was so verklempt by someone actually getting it that it took me a minute to answer lol

But exactly, either everything is sanitized ('aw lesbians love picnics and frogs and holding hands in their cottage core dresses!!') or the hyper femininity fetishized. Like I said in my tags, taking a cis man and making him a cis man who doesn't conform to gender stereotypes is no less of a gender swap. But like...society doesn't acknowledge butch/masc/studs, much less acknowledge that we can be attractive.

And YEAH like Daniel did so much solo travel, so much entering of spaces that might not be totally safe for a femme woman alone in the 70s so presenting more masc might be a safety net in a way. And like imagine Armand hearing this soft woman's voice on the tapes when entering Lestat's house but turning the corner and seeing someone like this-

Like!!! Wow!!! Or even with an androgynous masculine shag like-

And when Louis and Armand were together there's a big question of how much they were out in the world vs how Louis' grief kept them from fully entering and enjoying mortal spaces. So like Armand seeing women playing more with gender via clothing, the evolution of pants becoming acceptable for women to wear- would Armand have already embraced that, or by meeting Daniel would she feel free to play around with androgyny and masculine fashion more? I like to think it would be the latter, because their time together was such a period of exploration!

And you can also get into concept of being Other, with Daniel able to relate some way to Armand being othered as a vampire where she is othered as a gnc woman. There's just a lot to play with imo

So thank you SO SO MUCH for this message, it really felt good for me to read ♥ Lately I've had so much anguish over the way I am/attractiveness/getting people to respect boundaries, so it's nice to know someone out there gets it.

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