#I’ll promise myself that I will be there with her

[flowerchild28]

Mornings

Louis Tomlinson imagine

Warnings: none, fluff

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The morning sun streamed gently through the curtains, wrapping the room in a warm glow. Y/N slowly awakened, nestled in soft sheets. The familiar scent of cigarette smoke and Louis' cologne lingered in the air. Turning her head, she saw Louis, her best friend and the one who had captured her heart, sleeping peacefully beside her. His face was relaxed, a hint of a smile on his lips, and Y/N couldn't help but admire him.

With a soft smile, she felt a rush of affection. As she moved slightly, Louis instinctively tightened his grip around her, pulling her closer. “Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and raspy, as he opened his eyes to find her gaze on him.

“Morning,” she replied, her heart racing. In that moment, nothing else mattered. She leaned in, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. He kissed her back, the warmth of their connection igniting sparks between them.

“Isn’t it lovely to wake up like this?” Y/N asked, resting her forehead against his.

“It really is,” Louis replied, a playful glint in his eyes. “I could get used to waking up next to you every day.”

Y/N chuckled, a flutter of excitement in her chest. “Well, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

After a few blissful moments, Louis reluctantly stood up. “I’m just going to grab a smoke,” he said, running a hand through his tousled hair.

“Okay, I’ll be right behind you,” Y/N said, watching him as he left the room. She wrapped herself in a cozy blanket, feeling the chill of the morning air, and followed him to the balcony.

“Hey, mind if I join you?” she asked, stepping outside.

“Not at all,” he replied, a smile spreading across his face as she settled onto his lap. The blanket covered them both, and Louis held her tightly, feeling her warmth against him. He took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling up into the clear sky.

“Isn’t this nice?” he said, exhaling slowly.

“Perfect,” she replied, burying her face in his neck. The city below them was waking up, the distant sounds of traffic and chatter blending into a soft hum.

“What do you want to do today?” Louis asked, looking down at her, curiosity dancing in his eyes.

“I want to explore! There’s this little bookstore I’ve been dying to check out,” she said, excitement bubbling in her voice. “And I heard there’s an amazing café nearby.”

Louis raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A bookstore and a café? You really know how to make a day sound appealing. Ice cream after?”

“Absolutely! Ice cream makes everything better!” Y/N giggled, her heart soaring at the thought of spending the day together.

“Then it’s a date,” he said, grinning as he finished his cigarette. He set it down in the ashtray beside him and turned his full attention to her.

“Do you remember our first ice cream date?” Y/N asked, her eyes sparkling with nostalgia.

“How could I forget?” Louis laughed, a twinkle in his eyes. “You got chocolate all over your face. I had to take a million pictures.”

Y/N playfully punched his shoulder. “I was nervous! You were famous, and I just wanted to enjoy my ice cream!”

“Yeah, and you made it even more memorable,” he said, his voice softening. “I love that you’re always so genuine with me.”

“Being with you makes it easy to be myself,” she replied, her heart swelling with warmth.

Louis looked into her eyes, his expression turning serious. “I really appreciate that, Y/N. It means a lot to me.”

“Of course, Louis. I want you to always feel comfortable being you,” she said softly. “No matter what.”

“Promise me we’ll always have mornings like this?” he asked, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

“Promise,” Y/N whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss on his lips. As they broke apart, Louis smiled, his eyes gleaming with happiness.

With the sun climbing higher in the sky, they sat together, wrapped in warmth and laughter, ready to embrace the day ahead. The promise of new adventures lingered in the air, but for now, they were content just being together, savoring the moment and each other’s company.

As the light danced around them, Louis tightened his arms around her. “You know, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before,” he admitted, his voice low. “You’ve changed everything for me.”

Y/N looked up, surprised but pleased. “Really? I thought it was just me who felt that way.”

“No, it’s definitely both of us,” he replied earnestly. “I love how we can just be ourselves, no pretense. It’s refreshing.”

“Honestly, I was so nervous when we first met. I never imagined we’d become this close,” Y/N confessed, a shy smile creeping onto her face.

“Same here,” Louis chuckled. “I thought you were going to run away when I tried to talk to you!”

“Why would I do that? I was just trying not to embarrass myself,” she said, laughing at the memory.

He brushed his fingers against her cheek. “I’m glad you didn’t. I would have missed out on all of this,” he said, gesturing around them.

“Me too,” Y/N replied softly. “It feels like we were meant to find each other.”

Louis nodded, a serious expression crossing his face. “I think so too. You have no idea how much you mean to me.”

Y/N felt a rush of emotion at his words. “I feel the same way, Louis. You’ve been my rock through everything.”

He leaned in closer, their foreheads touching. “Let’s promise to always support each other, no matter what happens.”

“Always,” she whispered, and they shared another kiss, sealing their unbreakable bond.

As they sat together, wrapped in the blanket, with the world waking up around them, they knew that whatever the day held, they would face it side by side.

[estrellami-1]

Lavender Letters

Part 10

Eventually everyone leaves. Eventually Eddie stays behind, first with the pretense of helping Steve clean up, though that pretense is shattered the second Robin looks at Steve.

Chrissy’s taking her home, though, so it’s not like she has any rocks to throw.

They do clean up. The stereo is turned off, all bottles and glasses are taken to the kitchen, and all chip bowls—empty of everything but chip dust—are dumped into the trash. Eddie catches Steve at the sink, crowds him in, draws him upstairs.

Takes him apart slowly, reveling in his whines and writhes, breathless with want, with the thought that he gets this.

It’s after that Steve speaks up. “What is this?” He whispers. “What are we?”

Eddie tugs Steve in more securely, runs a hand through his hair. Smiles when Steve sighs, boneless on Eddie’s chest. “What do you want to be?”

Steve shakes his head. His hair tickles Eddie’s neck. His fingers tighten nearly imperceptibly around Eddie’s side, slotting in between his ribs. “I don’t want you to agree to something you don’t want.”

“Then let me tell you what I want, and you can take what you want.” He rolls them over, cages Steve in underneath him. Leans in to nip at his lips. “Steve Harrington, I’ve had a crush on you from the moment I saw you. I started falling in love then started standing on tables because it was the only way I knew to protect myself. I fall fast and I love hard and it tends to drive people away but I don’t know any other way to love. I never did anything, never said anything, because I’m Al Munson’s son and bad luck is attracted to that name. I thought there was no way I could ever have you. Then you started writing your letters, and I realized who you were, and I realized something else.”

“What?” Steve whispers.

“I’m also Elizabeth Newark’s son. I’m Wayne Munson’s nephew. And those are great things to be, great names to be associated with. And I realized maybe I can have this. I can have my cake and eat it, too.” He teasingly pinches Steve’s hip, then pets a soothing hand over the spot when Steve squirms. “That’s me. That’s how I feel. What do you want to take from that?”

Steve’s silent for a minute. “I fall hard and fast, too,” he admits in a whispers. “And… and girls liked it, at first, because they had my attention all the time. But it got too… suffocating. For them. The longest relationship I ever had was with Nancy and she broke my heart. It’s still healing. I can’t promise I’ll always react the right way. I can’t promise I won’t be annoyingly clingy, because I don’t know how else to be. I noticed you the moment you first stood on a table and couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t get you off my mind. It took Robin and an NDA to shake it loose and make me realize why. I have scars and nightmares from things I can’t tell you about. But I want all of you, if you’re willing to give it to me.”

Eddie rests their foreheads together. “I’m going to tell Wayne,” he murmurs. “And I’m sure you’re going to tell Robin. But when I do, I’d like to call you my boyfriend.”

Steve grins, eyes nothing more than slits. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” Eddie whispers, and kisses him.

It’s a terrible kiss, they’re both smiling too wide to do anything, but it’s fantastic at the same time because Eddie rolls back over onto his side and Steve follows, staring at Eddie. “What?” He asks, “do I have something on my face?”

Steve shakes his head. “Just your face,” he whispers.

Really, what’s Eddie supposed to do, not kiss him? He does, thoroughly, pulling back with a chuckle when Steve yawns. “Sorry,” Steve says around it, cheeks lighting up in a blush.

Eddie shakes his head, taps Steve’s nose with his finger. “Go to sleep,” he whispers. “Let me keep the nightmares away.”

Steve tucks in close, puts his nose in Eddie’s neck. “M’kay,” he murmurs, and does.

Before long there’s soft breaths puffing against his clavicle. Eddie pulls the blanket up more securely around their shoulders, tucks Steve in best he can. Lays awake for as long as he can, memorizing the face he’s seen a million different times, a million different ways, but never so relaxed as he is right now.

Steve sighs in his sleep, throws an arm over Eddie’s chest. His fingers slot between Eddie’s ribs again, and Eddie has one thought as he drifts off.

Maybe our bones were made for each other.

[lenny-zesty]

we didn’t even celebrate her last gotcha day. why didn’t we do that. I don’t want this to be the last one. I thought I would get so much longer with her. why can’t I stop catastrophizing. what if she’s gonna be okay. what if I didn’t have to think about this.

[klarolinexluv]

Four years ago. I used to hate this one ship. Like I would go out of my way to just speak that opinion and fuck everyone else right? I was 14.

A year or so past and I grew out of that a bit. I realised that I did like one of those characters in the ship but I still preferred the other ship that was much more popular and canonly didn’t end up together. (I mean the guy died so what do you do).

Anyway… so I was 15 and realised that my behaviour wasn’t the best so I changed. I realised that the character I didn’t like was actually a nice character. I grew to appreciate her more and I started editing her and the guy. The ship that I didn’t like. People thought I was crazy… I sort of laughed it off because yeah, I suppose I was a bit crazy for editing them but I quietly enjoyed doing it.

I was 16 and I shifted away from ships. I started posting more about my favourite character who canonically was a massive bitch do said character I thought I hated. I still made my opinion clear but I never judged anyone for liking something that I didn’t.

I was 17 and I stopped posting for that fandom. I got into Harry Potter and Drarry and the fandom I was surrounded by was a lot calmer. I didn’t see much passive aggressive or toxic behaviour between shippers and that made me feel safe. I realised that a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

I was 17 and I joined the Marauders fandom. For a while it was much of the same. I was safe and I felt loved and I enjoyed it so much.

I’m 18. I still love the marauders fandom so fucking much. Everyone is so incredibly talented and so amazing and I cannot see myself ever abandoning this fandom.

I’m 18 and I got my first anonymous hate comment in my inbox. I was angry. I thought that I had moved on from getting hate for my opinion. I thought the marauders fandom was made up of a lot of mature and liked minded people. I was wrong.

I stuck to my guns. I shared my opinion even with the anonymous hate. I have an open mind. I understand where these haters were coming from. Hell, I even enjoyed the ship they were vouching for… it just so happened that I adored another ship more.

I’m a multi shipper. I always have been. I will try anything at least once and if I don’t like it, I’ll click off.

I would never leave a hate comment under someone’s hate and go off at them for shipping something that I don’t like. I’ve never done that. Even when I was 14 and hated this ship very publicly. I would never hate on someone’s art or edit or fic. I would just click away.

I will defend my favourite characters, my favourite ships until I physically cannot. I will not hate you for having a different opinion even if you hate on me first.

I have received death threats. I hope that no one ever experiences that feeling.

In conclusion, if you love something, that’s amazing. If you hate something, that’s cool too. If you hate on someone for loving something you hate, that’s not okay. Everyone deserves respect.

If someone loving something you hate makes you angry. I’m going to be so fucking for real, go outside, touch grass or taking a deep breath and scroll. Block tags. Block blogs/accounts.

Putting someone down is a form of bullying, repetitively or not. It’s bullying. Hating for no reason, I’ll go so far as to say that’s bullying.

You’re allowed to be angry, that’s your right. It’s not your right to hate one someone because of it.

Take it from someone who used to get angry for someone shipping something I hated.

I say from experience that it feels better to just let it go, to move on, to open ao3 and read the things you love, to open the tag you love and scroll through it. You’ll feel better, you’ll feel good.

I promise you. The best thing to do when you are angry is to turn away, focus your energy on something you love rather than something you hate.

I’m sorry to op for highjacking the post haha. My rant was rather inspired.

some of you cannot be the age you say you are because the way you react to fictional characters with such anger is jarring

[myokk]

[deus-ex-mona]

kinda thinking about t h e m again…

[murdleandmarot]

Hello I would love to hear everything you have about bluebelle

hi hello, sorry it took so long to get to this, it’s probably too late at this point lol, motivation just kind of dripped away in the last couple of weeks

I’m not really sure what to say except for what I’ve already said in this post: https://www.tumblr.com/murdleandmarot/751605283466379264/can-you-info-dump-about-bluebelle-im-very

Rn when I think about Bluebelle the most is when I’m trying to think of ways to introduce her to the rest of the jellicles or to keep her on the brinks. I’ll probably never actually write anything, but I like to have the story my head concretely.

I’ll prolly do more art of her or Bluebeard in the future but whether or not I’ll post it is anyone’s guess. Bluebeard is a character that I basically stole from 17th-18th century storytellers but I still adore his design so fucking much. Sorry guys I cat-ified your fairy tale villain.

I guess I’ve sort of slid to the funny side of oc headcanons lately because in my head I keep referring to Bluebelle Vicci and Plato as Bluebelle, her girlfriend, and her girlfriend’s boyfriend.

I just kind of thought it was funny i have no idea what im doing 😭😭

I’ve had a couple of funny little comic ideas that I’ve been scribbling out in the past couple of days but they’re giving me so much grief that I honestly don’t know what to do lol. One’s with @/mysticalcats’s foxglove and one is with @/toki-toro’s chaumet but I have no idea if I’ll finish or post them butttttt I’m not sure what else I’m doing at this point.

This probably wasn’t really the answer you were looking for but I felt rly rly bad about not responding sooooo

[bambino1294]

checking in on my lofty fic goals of the year—

hmm…

[asimplearchivist]

Oookay, here we go again!🥰

Per the schedule posted in my pinned/navigation, I have the next chapters for Promises Kept Constellations, and That Poison Reconciliation queued for post in the next three Sundays, but I don’t know what to focus on for the following week.

[margaetyrell]

hi. just came to say i’m alive and well (mostly) if anyone cares. i simply broke down due to emotional stress so i had to delete the app and cut it all out. idk how long it will take, but i’ll be back and catch up on blogs/tags/messages by then! hope you’re doing great, i’m sending you all my love and a special shoutout to @itsniceto, @mycastlescrumblingdown, @jdschecter, @intomymelancholia and @mayangelsleadyouin for being such a ray of sunshine. miss you and love you all soooo so much 💜

[bentrollio]

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last song: Mr. Blue Sky by ELO (while on nitrous at the dentist!!! Fun fun fun)

currently watching: gonna be honest I have Journey to the Microcosmos (YouTube series documenting microscopic life) on right now because my cat enjoys watching it. Also so do I, it’s very interesting. But mostly I’m just trying to distract him while I fold laundry.

currently reading: The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul by Douglas Adams. Def not as engaging as Hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy and I keep forgetting about it so I’ve been reading it for a while, but it’s not like. A bad book, just not as good as Adams’ other works

current obsession: Elden Ring!! It has so so so many pathetic old men and terrible women and divorce it’s like if George R. R. Martin created a daytime soap opera. Real talk tho I do have so many well thought out analyses and thoughts on the story and characters. I swear im not just getting online and saying depraved things about senior citizens to my followers, I have thoughts about said senior citizens.

Also in terms of non-media obsession I’ve been really getting in deep with bioactive terrariums and just generally planning future tank design upgrades for my ball python Zorayas. It’ll be a long-term project, but I want to build a 120 gallon bioactive pvc set into a nice wood frame with cabinets and hood on top. I’m thinking 24 hour CHE and a day cycle jungle UV for the plants. I’d also like to modify the tubing on my humidifier/hydrometer so that the vapor gets evenly distributed throughout the tank. I’ve heard mixed opinions on belly heat, but she has it in one of her 3 hides, and tends to use that one most often, so I think I’ll keep it. Gonna go with sturdier plants like Snake Plants, Calathea, Pothos, etc. since she’s a heavy girl and bulldozes things. The smaller fern and spider plants didn’t last more than a week with her lol but the other plants are doing great. Just started a second white dwarf isopod colony and will do the same for the springtails soon! God I could go on all day about this shit,,

Feel free to ignore if you don’t wanna do this but imma tag: @ramtiger @tropiyas @glamemeon @valen-dreth @hellobendykitty @knightskaii @sonderingtrashcompactor @sophie-baybey @thecutestdragonslayer

[wawataka]

went to the store today and for some reason my card wasn’t working and i would’ve been okay with it like ah whatever if it weren’t for the fact that after the third attempt the woman behind me loudly went “wowww…” like WOE PLAGUE BE UPON YE

[alaskan-wallflower]

my favorite thing is when my little brother claims to be sick suddenly my parents go into panic mode and are all “oh well if you don’t wanna go to school that’s fine” and “aw you can go to the nurse if you need” but then whenever i get sick it’s “stop faking, you’re not staying home” even though i’ve been coughing up mouthfuls of phlegm for the last week and i feel like straight up ass and can’t even keep my eyes open

[electric-plants]

did SO much grinding in fontaine last night that i’ve now earned enough to hit exactly 50 pity in my furina pulls we are GETTING there baybeeee

[mrburnsnuclearpussy]

[sanchoyo]

🧍🏻 girl help the blood tests came back and I do possibly have pre-hypothyroidism. They want me to come back in 3 months to do another panel just in case bc smth was apparently way way too high 😭 wtf !!