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this is absolutely batshit... but am34 has his favorite :') I LOVE IT HERE

[reyesranch]

I feel like atp even if there were plans to make bvddie canon theyre gone now. if tim minear is even half as petty as I am he would see that reaction and go u know what fuck you u actually don't get what you want now cause ur acting so goddamn entitled. like when tarlos fans got mad about the deleted scenes instead of appreciating them being released and his reaction was to say "okay fine then I just won't release deleted scenes anymore" (like I'm sure it was mostly a marketing decision but part of me thinks they intentionally released a scene about bucktommy just to prove a point.) idk man it's just really upsetting as a bi man to see the absolutely vile shit bvddie stans are saying and even tho I love the ship I now never want it to go canon cause they've fuckin ruined it

hey anon, at first let me agree with the fact that i do in fact also love bvddie a lot and i still love reading fics for them, the edits of them are fantastic and the fanart is S tier. it’s a great pairing with a lot of potential there IF the writers decided to ever go there but…

huge answer below

yeah, i agree. i honestly think before tommy was introduced again in 7x03 and the kiss in 7x04 that in my brain, bvddie was the most logical endgame for buck until it wasn’t.

i came into the show shipping bvddie much like a lot of new fans to the show but instead of hopping onto the tommy anti express hate train i found myself falling in love with buck and tommy together. at first i was still on board with bvddie still being endgame but as each episode aired after 7x04 i became faced with the reality of the situation (at least the way i see it) that bvddie might always be fanon and that’s ok because fandom keeps ships alive whether they’re canon or not. some of the biggest ships EVER are non-canon (i mean, cmon spirk? one of the OG MM ships?) so it didn’t really deter me from enjoying bvddie to this day. what HAS deterred me from interacting with bvddie content is toxic bvddies. i don’t like using the lil nicknames, idc if other ppl do, whatever, but i prefer just referring to certain kinds as just toxic plain and simple.

toxic shippers have made it difficult for anyone who multiships to interact with bvddie content. while there are incredibly nice & welcoming bvddie endgamers out there, it doesn’t overshadow the hateful ones in my online experience at least. i’ve blocked so many ppl over this ship discourse, which ive never had to do with any other fandom before the extent i have with 911. everyday i still find new ppl to block, you go under almost any comment section on the 911 insta and its filled with nasty comments abt tommy and only caring abt whether bvddie will be canon in s8. people projecting their hatred of tommy/lou onto the cast/crew of the show when it’s be said and proven time and time again that it’s quite the opposite. now im certain there’s bad apples in the bucktommy side as well, but from what ive seen online so far it is not nearly to the caliber of the bvddie side. ive blocked maybe a handful of bucktommy’s for being hateful towards eddie or being toxic overall, but ive probably blocked over 100+ toxic bvddies. i can only imagine it’d be worse if i was active on 911 twt which i’m not (thank god) but i have ventured into the tags before on there and let me tell you, it’s fucking horrifying how gross ppl are over there. twt is a cesspool for fandom anyways tho, the fucking asshole of fandom, it’s a septic tank really.

now im my own opinion which could be completely untrue of course, but just basing my thoughts on what i’ve seen online and interviews and such, tim seems to be really happy about bucktommy and idk how ppl believe otherwise. tim has expressed he loves LFJ and wanted him back on the show. tim showed up on set for the kiss scene. tim posting an entire youtube vibe abt bucktommy being soulmates that touches on the invisible string theory and explains how they accidentally found buck’s perfect match. tim sharing the deleted tommy scene is also huge but im waiting to see if he releases more (because i remember seen somewhere that he said there’d be more?) and if he does then great but it’s also still pretty telling to me after the whole karaoke fiasco.

oliver has said nothing but praises towards buck’s queer storyline. he quite literally said if you dont like it then watch something else. despite ppl saying he’s never interacted with bucktommy content online, that’s a lie because he has liked fanart of them.

aisha, kenneth & tracie have all expressed how they like tommy/lou and love working with him.

jlh said she loved bvddie before but is excited to see where buck and tommy go and then on an insta live said she doesn’t think bvddie is happening and was bombarded by toxic fans to the point of ending the live early.

ppl think it’s all some ruse to make it seem like bvddie is never happening so when it does happen it’s a “surprise” ……..

the nasty hate comments are doing nothing but exposing these types of ppl for who they are and that honestly to them, 911 is just the bvddie show to them. the people who run these social media accs for 911 are looking at these comments and cringing, they aren’t running to tim and abc being like “we must give these crazies what they want!” they’re mostly likely being ignored or honestly, as you said, being looked at and just reinforcing their decision to most likely make tommy buck’s endgame so as long as his schedule is open for filming.

what gets me the most about the hate these types of shippers spew online is how they aren’t embarrassed because they are so sooo convinced they will be right one day and therefore their insane, nasty behavior online will be justified. oliver stark literally left twt because of fans like this, people act like he was joking around, that he was shooting the shit probably because “he’s british and british people just have that kind of humor” which yes to a certain extent but let me just add these posts to set an example to why if oliver were still on twt he absolutely would not be happy with the way toxic bvddies are acting right now.

oliver (and ryan&other cast too) being positive abt bvddie never meant it was going to be canon of become canon one day. they do not decide these things, whether they believe it should or not. a lot of bvddie shippers come from previous fandoms where queerbaiting was there, where they were made fun of by actors of their ships, by the creators of the show! so i understand the frustration but oliver is not queerbaiting and buck is not a queerbait character when he quite literally is now confirmed bisexual and in a relationship with a man.

he’s just not the “correct” queer to these people. despite headcanons (hell even i hc eddie as queer!!) eddie so far, in canon, is not queer. by the end s7 he is still shown to not be over shannon and ruins his relationship with his son over this. ryan has stated in interviews he sees eddie as heterosexual, possibly pushing this because of the influx of ship discourse, and he’s glad to see a vulnerable and deep friendship that buck and eddie can have as a straight man and a queer man and how important he thinks it is.

every single thing that points to bvddie never going canon is like they’re being shot point blank in the chest. i get it, your ship not becoming canon sucks, but again, that is what fandom is for! shipping has never been about how canon smth is, there is 20k fics out there for bvddie and they aren’t canon. they can turn that into 40k, 100k, 1M if they really wanted to! instead they use their time and energy posting death threats, wishing death upon a gay character, bullying ppl online for enjoying a ship.

meanwhile from what ive seen bucktommys are rolling with goofy ass spy tommy theories created by antis and making jokes for our own fun.

so yes, i agree overall. they truly don’t deserve what they think they do. we didn’t whine and scream for a deleted scene. they did. we got ours without even expecting it and are having fun.

maybe if they behaved better i wouldn’t be so petty abt it. it’s a shame because of how much potential it has, unfortunately it is just not going that way atm. and even if it does one day, it is not because they paraded online with hate, it is because that’s the story tim and the others wanted to write and abc approved it.

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[tillthelandslide]

Same For You (5) : Changing Roads

Series Warnings: slow burn romance, eventual smut, age gap, complicated relationship (low-key unhealthy dynamics), eventual love...

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Taglist: @scooby-doodoo @thereisaplaceintheheart @theoriginalwhatsername @eaglestar31 (if you want to be added please just drop me a message 🫶🏼)

a/n: here it issssss as promise.... managed to sort out the timeline error i made, part 6 is ready to post and by god its a good'n, i'll be posting it once this has 100 notes. Let me know what you think :) thank u for all the support so far, i love you all! - Lou

Her dark green guitar sat in its case as she carried it down the streets of London, eyes flicking in-between her phone and the cobblestones below her. She was trying not to trip over her feet as she walked faster than her feet would usually allow her. It was cold in London, but the sun was cutting through the clouds, soft rays hitting the ground below her, illuminating the dark stone floor. Crisp leaves of orange and brown and yellow, gently glided beneath her as her feet moved. When her shoes would fall against them they'd make a delightful crunch and she'd unknowingly smile at the sound.

Her phone rings in her hand, she smiles as she reads the name Matty put in her phone, rolling her eyes and reminding herself to change it (if not just to annoy him) she quickly picks up.

"Everything okay love?" She hears on the other side of the line, he sounds worried and she pulls the phone away from her ear, checking the time.

Shit, she was 15 minutes late.

Her happy bubble that this time of year created burst around her and pressure and anxiety crept in.

"Yeah yeah, um all good....I'm so sorry, I'm running late, I thought I'd walk instead of getting an Uber but... I'm a bit lost" she says, looking around her, trying to find something that would tell her where she was.

"Hey love it's okay. Just breathe okay? Send me your location, I'll come find you" he says. He finds her just over 5 minutes later, and she feels her nerves ease when she sees him.

He's dressed the most casually she's seen him so far, adorning a pair of black jeans and a black knit jumper, his hair not tamed by gel and sitting unruly on the top of his head. Of course he has a fag in hand, smiling as he walks towards her, he throws the cigarette to the floor a few steps away from her, opening his arms when he's closer.

She places her guitar case down and steps into his arms, sighing happily when he hugs her tightly. Her eyes squeeze shut, just wanting to be present with him, to be swept away in Matty, shutting the world out for a few moments.

"Hi sweetheart" he says, pulling back when he's done hugging her, still holding onto her shoulders gently. She wears a pair of blue wide leg denim jeans and she's wearing his hoodie under a long leather coat, which makes him smile widely. His mind floods with images of her, in his house, adorning that same hoodie or one similar, in his mind he's able to step forward and pick her up, her legs would hook around his waist as he spun her, she'd giggle and she'd pull away, and maybe... maybe she'd lean down and kiss him.

He forces the thought to the back of his mind, reminding himself that he couldn't think that way. It doesn't stop him from saying part of what was on his mind.

"Well don't you look adorable" he says making her smile. She looks down at the jumper, hands moving to tug at the hem of it.

"I figured wearing it was easier than carrying it" she explains and he nods. He watches as her eyes flick to his hair and she shows a toothy grin.

"I like this" she reaches her hand up to his hair, palm flat as she moves it across his hair, making him chuckle. She was surprised to feel how soft his hair was. He simply smiles, he doesn't thank her, his smile says it for him.

"Studio is this way, the guys will be joining us a little later" he says and she nods, he picks up the case for her, leading the way to the studio. The trip there isn't too far, a few twists and turns away and they're walking up the steps of the studio. Matty types in the code, allowing them into the building and he leads her upstairs into their own private room.

"I can take your coat if you'd like, it gets quite warm in here" Matty extends his hand, hoping she'd give it to him so he could see her clad in his jumper again. He can't help but smile widely as she slips it off and hands it to him, quickly retrieving her phone from the pocket before he takes it away.

He's in awe of her as she walks around the room, mumbling the name of the items, even the makes of some, standing before the microphone and gasping. He's entranced by the way he hair drifts behind her, as if it is failing to catch up with her movements. He finds the way her face holds a cute little smile endearing. He looks at her and he feels like he's known her for a lifetime.

"This is some fancy shit" he laughs at her words, coming to stand closer to her, overwhelmed by the way her scent occupies all of him, all his senses and the deep corners of his mind, she creeps in with it, seeping into his pores without an ounce of knowing... Unaware that she's doing it. But by god does she do it. She takes up all of him, and the guilt that befalls his being is too much of a burden to carry, so he pushes it down slightly (a lot), with the argument that he will deal with it later. The thought of how Ross would feel about this can be dealt with later. He knew his best friend and it was obvious he fancied her.

Did that make him a bad friend? He thinks, later he thinks.

"We only work with the best of the best here... Present company included" her eyes find his and almost glisten under the lights, taking his breath away. His eyes flick to her lips... No Matty.... Don't he thinks.

"Careful Matty.... I might think you're flirting with me" she wishes she would think before she thinks, they were the same that way. They acted on impulse sometimes.

I am, he thinks

There's a moment of silence from the man, a moment where she thinks she's nearly fucked it, but then he's laughing and she's smiling and everything returns to normal.

"Seriously though Matty, this stuff is impressive" she says, walking over to a piano that was positioned in the corner of the room.

"You play?" So far he had only seen her play guitar and he wouldn't have been surprised if she was multi versed.

"I do yeah... My big brother taught me when I was like..." She pauses, fingers drifting along the keys but not pressing down, eyes flicking up to Matty who was standing directly in front of the piano now.

"Four?" She questions, sitting down on the stool as her fingers finally press down on the keys and she plays a familiar tune. He chuckles and rolls his eyes as she begins playing 'The 1975' off of their recent album. She laughs and her fingers halt on the keys.

"Kidding kidding..." She then begins playing another familiar song, another one of theirs, "Mine". He watches her as her fingers move effortlessly across the ivories, gently caressing the keys as if they'd break if she'd apply more pressure. It somehow made the sound ring out more peacefully, a song that he wrote and already thought was quite sweet sounded sweeter when played by her.

Her eyes find his and she pauses, smiling a shy smile up at him, tucking a piece of hair that had slipped in front of her eyes behind her ear.

"Do you know my entire discography off by heart darling?" He says, voice full of awe and wonder. Eyes just the same. The pet name has her blushing and her mouth opens slightly before she forces herself to shut it again and answer his question.

"Maybe..." She says, giggling after her words have rung out, making him smile widely, a small crease appearing at the side of his lips on his cheeks, and his eyes almost sparkling.

"Sing me one of yours..." He leans against the edge of the piano, placing an elbow on the surface as his head fits into the palm of his hand, eagerly awaiting for her to play something. He looks like a kid like this, the sight makes her heart ache, she wish she knew him when he was younger, despite it being impossible given the age gap. She couldn't help but think they would've gotten along even as kids.

"Okay well... This is something I wrote with Jay, our drummer" she reminds him, Matty nods. The truth is, although he was sometimes forgetful,he wouldn't forget a single thing she told him, he couldn't, she had captivated him.

"Do you write with him a lot?" Matty asks out of curiosity.

"Not really... I mostly write on my own... Sometimes Clara and Abbie will help me with a verse or two. I prefer writing alone" she explains and Matty can't help but let out a little "oh" at the revelation.

"Why's that?"

"Less scrutiny I guess... It took me a lot to get to the point where I don't scrumple up the pages and throw them away... My lyrics make me cringe sometimes" Matty laughs as she does, not able to help the sound that comes from him, not when when she's laughing. Then he realises she's deflecting again and he frowns.

"Okay show me" he says and she begins playing a song. It's a simple melodic structure, quite bare and vulnerable. But he feels it doesn't need much else apart from that, not when she closes her eyes and begins to sing. Matty hears the door open and swings his head around to see Ross.

He's early.

He places a finger against his lips and ushers him inside. The tall man tries his hardest to walk quietly, flinching when a floorboard creaks. But y/n is too engrossed in her song to hear.

"I was a child of the night, Praying for a guiding light, Living in a world of black and white , I wish for the day that I might, Be set free and allowed to take flight" she sings, her voice is almost ethereal as she sings, it's almost as if she transcends to something more when she sings and they're more enthralled by it.

"The sky is turning grey, The stars begin to fade away, On the wings of yesterday, We are all condemned to fate, There's no hiding place in your grave" she finishes, fingers halting on the keys and eyes slowly fluttering back open. She almost swears when she sees Ross standing next to Matty.

"Wow" they both say in unison and she blushes deeply.

"Hi to you too" her words are directed at Ross and he smiles down at her. Her heart is picking up at the sight of him, and there it is again, Ross, taking over her entire being. Her eyes fall to those hands and she struggles to tear them away.

"That was amazing, really beautiful" his words have her blushing deeper and she looks away, feeling exposed under the both of their stares.

"Thanks" she says awkwardly, standing from the piano, walking towards the man.

"Hi" he says, looking down at her and placing his arms around her shoulders for a quick hug. They pull away far too quickly for either of their liking, but what with Matty staring at them, it had to be done.

"So what did you think Matty?" She ask, turning back to the curly haired man who still stands, mouth agape.

"I don't think it's going to get better than that... I think just the piano and your vocals is all that track needs" he says, his producer brain taking over and making her laugh.

"It was beautiful y/n" he then says, making her smile.

Her phone rings from where it's tucked away into Matty's jumper. Ross' attention is then drawn to the fabric, unable to help the unsettling jealousy that runs through his body.

"Hi Ab" he hears her say.

His eyes flick back to Matty, who takes in his best friend's look and frowns, mouthing a (maybe feigned) innocent "what?" to the man.

Ross simply shakes his head, looking back to Y/n who is talking on the phone.

"Oh really?" Her eyes flick to the guys and she pulls the phone from her ear "apparently Abbie, Clara and Jay ran into George at some coffee place, they're round the corner" she explains the both of them nod.

"Okay... Perfect... See you in 5. Love you bye" she says, hanging up after that.

"I'll go down to let them in, need a fag anyway" Matty explains, leaving the bassist and y/n alone. She walks over to her guitar case, unzipping it and carrying it over to a leather sofa in the studio, placing it in her lap.

Ross is still standing in the centre of the room and she can't quite sense how he's feeling, but his eyes are trained on her. She taps the space next to her, smiling up at him. He comes to join her then, watching as she tunes the guitar easily.

"Pretty guitar" he says.

"Thanks... My brother brought it for my birthday about 6 years ago" she explains "I had a light blue one before that... Still have it actually, just prefer this one... Feels more special to me"

"Seems like you're brother is quite the musician himself then" Ross says making her smile.

"Practically taught me everything I know... Apart form bass... As I said before... couldn't hack it" she says, strumming the strings to make sure it was in tune.

"I remember... Tiny hands" he says making her laugh again, his hand brushing against hers but not holding it. He couldn't.

"Is he good? Your brother?" He asks.

"Why? Scared he's better than you Macdonald" she teases. She doesn't feel a pang in her chest when she speaks about him, not like she used to.

"Never" she laughs at that, tilting her head back. He swears his heart skips a beat at the sight, her hair wafting against her shoulders and sending a wave of her scent his way. She smelt like vanilla and orange blossom and coffee and white flowers and fresh linen and something he couldn't pinpoint. Something he had never smelt before, something so uniquely her and he was addicted.

"Yeah he's great, taught me how to play piano and guitar... god awful voice though" she says, joking and making him laugh again. She swears she'd do anything to make him laugh, anything to watch the way his eyes crease and those dimples appear.

"We can't all do it all like you y/n" he says making her roll her eyes.

"Don't flatter me Macdonald... Give me your bass and I'll show you how bad I can be" a deafening silence rings after that as they both take in her words. Words that really didn't mean to sound so... Sexual. His mind clouds with sinful images, images of her, mouth agape, head thrown back, him in-between her thighs as her nails claw his back.

She can't help but imagine her on her knees for him, looking up at him through her lashes as he grips the back of her head. Considering the amount of times she had told herself that they couldn't, her mind clearly had other opinions on it.

Their mouths fall open for one second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds. Before they're both clutching their stomachs as they laugh loudly, willing away the unholy thoughts they were previously having.

"I swear' she says in-between their laughter "I did not... Mean it to come out like that" the door swings open and the people at the door stare at them like they're crazy.

They try to calm themselves down, breathing heavily in an attempt to halt their laughter.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry" she says, finally managing to stop laughing and stand up to greet her bandmates.

"Hi" she says as she hugs them one my one. Clara and Abbie look over her shoulder to find Ross', raising their eyebrows up at y/n before she hugs them both.

"I've seen you've met Matty and George" she says and they all nod, Clara and Abbie both wiggling their eyebrows at the girl.

"That just leaves..." She begins, turning her body slightly to make way for Ross, but then he's right next to her, one hand on her back and one reaching out to shake their hands.

"Ross... MacDonald, lovely to meet you" he says, shaking their hands.

"You too mate" Jay says, smiling widely at him which shocks y/n. She shares a knowing look with the other girls and they shrug.

"Is Hann not here? Sorry... Adam" they hear Abbie say making them all chuckle.

"No, he said he'd be happy to help on any guitar bits if needed, but I think we've got that covered don't you?" Matty asks and Abbie smiles at him.

"I like you already" she says, stepping forward to clasp a hand around Mattys shoulder.

"Let's get started then" they all find a comfortable position round the room, talking amongst themselves for a few minutes.

Y/n watches as Jay finds his place behind the drum set they have set up in the studio and she feels happy when she sees George stand with him, watching as he does a few fills. Y/n can see that George is impressed and she smiles proudly.

When his eyes meet hers she mouths an "I know right" and then turns away from the both of them, allowing them to talk among each other and get to know each other more. Eventually Jay lets George take his place and show him a few things and y/ns eyes flick up, shocked that he's allowing it.

"That is not like Jay" she says aloud, Abbie and Clara agreeing. Matty and Ross both look at the girls confused.

"You'll understand when you get to know him..." They hear Abbie say as she tunes her guitar.

Y/n watches as Ross moves over to Clara and she hears them talking about bass stuff. She can't help but smile and feel thankful that so far this is going well.

She places her guitar down to remove the hoodie, now far too hot with all the people in the room, Matty pouts at her from across the room and she chuckles and she shakes her head, throwing it at him and making him laugh, the pout falling from his face. She's now adorning a simple black tank top and Ross' eyes can't help but drift over to her.

He literally has to shake his head to get his mind out of the gutter (again) but she notices and sends a smirk his way making him chuckle and shake his head again.

Her eyes are back on her guitar and she closes them for a second "get your shit together y/n" she thinks "you're working with them now, you can't keep doing this" she thinks.

"Ready"? She's pulled out of her own thoughts when a hand lands on her shoulder, she looks up to see Matty and she nods up at him.

They begin to talk through different things, y/n and the band show them some more songs and Matty, George and Ross give their input. Some ideas are loved, some are welcomed and some are discarded straight away with a laugh. They begin working on the song Ross remembers reading when he and y/n went and got coffee.

He learns that they titled it "changing roads". It's the first track they work on together and by the end of the day, it's recorded in its entirety, all edits made.

"Think that's the quickest we've ever finished a track before" Matty says, slumped against the black leather sofa. At some point Y/ns band slowly filtered out, having to attend their shifts at their day jobs.

"You know after this is released they're going to have to quit their jobs" she hears George say, making her smile widely.

"Hold your horses G... Don't get our hopes up" she says and she smiles, liking that she called him his nickname but also smiling because she didn't realise how amazing they were.

"I should really get going... Got a girlfriend to see" George says, standing up from his place on the floor, he walks over to her and she stands, meeting him for a hug.

"Don't forget how amazing you are... Also Charli wants you to come over for dinner" she smiles and hugs him again before he's leaving.

"Okay" she says happily, nodding up at him. He then leaves, leaving Ross, Matty and y/n.

Matty places a pair of earphones back on his head and asks her to click play again, wanting to hear the track once more. She leans over the sound board, clicking play, from where Ross sits,he snaps a picture of her and then of Matty.

She places another set of earphones over hear ears, moving to sit next to Ross who drapes his arm over the back of the sofa, where she sits.

The three of them listen together, all smiling sleepy little smiles as they listen to the track. She listens to herself sing and for once she's impressed by the sound of her voice, and the harmonies the band offer.

"You'll never stop these changing roads. This is the way our story goes" she hears Matty sing making her look over at him. His hands are crossed, held in-between his open legs.

"This is really good" Ross says, both y/n and Matty's head flicking to him, they both nod, they all smile.

She feels her stomach flutter, butterflies erupting. What was she doing?

© all lyrics are written and owned by yours truly (let's ignore the fact they're not that good but yeah) no stealing hehe

(6) The Dinner

[louisisalarrie]

can u explain what happened with tamara bell and louis during glastonbury 2015?

well, there’s probably far better posts about this, but I’ll give it a quick go. welcome to the show, baby cakes

tamara is proven to be a good friend of Harry’s. photo below of them YEAAAARSSSS ago

and this is a photo of her, lux, and lou Teasdale, also mates

so the thing is, is that, from these photos… you could go “oh harry set louis up with a hot pal hes known for years” and like… that’s exactly what the media ran with. They constantly linked harry and Tamara as friends, (funny how he fucks everything that moves but not her, right?) and harry being the matchmaker of her and louis. Anyway, she’s been around for a while, and she’s cool and hot and brunette… wait… why is it important that she’s brunette? why did it have to happen in June 2015?

Oh! That’s right! Because bbg rumours started to get even worse. There was already SO much seeding and shit in the media about louis and B, and what kind of relationship they had. It’s like that time the “mystery blonde” article started circulating, and louis went clubbing and got into a van full of brunettes so none of them could be mistaken for B, lol. She probably should’ve realised and dyed her hair (which she eventually did LOL). But I digress

The whole bbg thing was supposed to look a lot more… wholesome, than what louis made it. I believe it was meant to be more of a “Louis’ found the love of his life and they’re expecting yay!” Kind of thing because he was always pinned as the long term relationship guy, aka, the exact opposite of Harry styles™️. However, idk how tf they were gonna push that bc his breakup with E was announced officially on March 23rd, and B only really came into the picture between May 5th and 15th. So…….. Less than two months with B, if there was no crossover (which they wouldn’t want anyway) and it was immediately straight after E, they still wanted to push the wholesome baby settle down mature dad version of louis. And you know what he did? He said fuck you Uncle Simon.

So, to entirely get rid of ANY speculation he was with B romantically/engaged which was the narrative, he walked around with brunettes to really push home the point there was nothing there with B, even if bbg went through. So, he threw himself under the tour bus. He essentially said “hey this’ll make me look like more of a prick but also stops me from being around that woman even if the kid thing happens, and therefore it distances me from it and I won’t be in a long term thing again”… more or less. This is why we also got a short Danielle fling in December of that year, just to push home the point that he wasn’t with B or any kind of “mystery blonde” that they could mistake her for. Which is, for lack of a better term, HILARIOUS

And also this was hugely important because for a very long time, we didn’t actually know what B looked like. She changed every time we saw a pic of her from the media. So it was really confusing which blonde they were talking about, so he made it clear to make a point of being with brunettes only. And Tamara, well, she’s just a cool fucking human. Old friend of Harry’s, chill, a model with a small following, just overall a kind of cool person. So he chose to walk with her and lazily hold her hand to cut any ties with B that the media continued to create. So, he’s known her for ages, and so has harry, and it was nothing, but it made a huge crack in the bbg narrative.

Anyway, yeah, it’s very unserious. All of it. The timelines of bbg in general and all of the stunts/rumours it truly was ridiculous. But somehow he managed to never end up “dating” that woman and Tamara is a big part of that, because also, he chose to fuck them over with that move. It’s truly iconic sassy Louis behaviour.

I probably missed some stuff here but thanks for chatting!

[brrrkdslek]

MINGI, YUNHO & THE PROFESSOR!

✦ 1 — MINGI,

❒ you loved all your students equally. actually, scratch that. you loved them sure, but no one beats your top student, jeong yunho. along with the lowest, song mingi. curiosity takes you on a ride as you find out the two are secretly lovers.

❒ college au, hardcore smut, student! mingi, professor! male! reader

❒ cheating, hair-pulling, degrading, blowjob, hickies, semi-public sex, himbo mingi, breeding kink, creampie

you threw your head back as a long moan escaped your mouth. your grip on mingi's hair tightened with each second he bobbed his head. although the boy's academics were terribly terrible, he gave you the best fucking head you've ever received.

pressing down on the boy's leaking cock with the tip of your leather shoe, he whimpered pathetically. he was secluded under your desk, in the big classroom where he took your class just twenty minutes ago.

why is he giving you head? well, he enjoys it. anyways, the final exams have just finished and when the marks came out, mingi begged at your feet to give him an extra mark or two just like he had every single damn semester. you had grown attached to the 'himbo' as what your other students referred to him as.

"oh- baby, i'm boutta cum," you look down at him with a lustful glint in your eyes, "lemme cum in that pretty mouth of yours, yeah?" mingi moaned and nodded his head eagerly. you quickly push yourself further into him, your cockhead prodding at the back of his throat, making the boy shake and whimper.

just as you were about to continue, a knock sounded from the door before yunho came in. you had to bite back a smirk at how physically tense mingi got. "ah, sir!" yunho jogged towards the front of your desk, "have you seen mingi around?" your grip on mingi's hair tightened as you answered, "no, i haven't. why, is something the matter?"

you smirked when yunho stuttered over himself, trying to find the right words before replying, "uh- yeah! we planned to meet up just outside of campus but he never showed, so i got a bit worried." you shove your hand into your suit pocket, feeling mingi's phone.

"ah, is that so?" yunho watched you place your ringed hand on the desk, spinning your pen in your hand. "u-uh, yeah! i'll give him a call later, thank you!" he bowed before exiting the classroom, closing the door behind him.

you look back down to see mingi's eyes gleaming with guilt. "hey, suck properly whore." gripping the back of his head, you shove your length into him once again, sending a mixture of pain and pleasure to his cock. he moaned loudly, sending vibrations into your cock as you threw your head back, cumming into his mouth.

you run a hand through your, now messy, hair. pulling your cock out, you signal for him to swallow your cum, he did as you said and opened his mouth after swallowing, cock still dripping with precum.

pulling the male onto your lap, you teased him, "don't 'cha feel bad for cheating on your boyfriend? everybody told me you two were a 'match-made in heaven' or whatever." mingi whimpered as he grinded onto your dick, "mmh~ h-he'll understand..." mingi held your neck and kissed you in a haze.

you grin and line yourself to his hole, "right. he should understand that grades come before love," you thrusted into him in one go, filling him up with your cock. his body shook as he gripped onto your shoulder, as if his life depended on it, "i also come before him, right?"

drool leaked from the corner of mingi's lips as he jumbled over his words, "y-yeah! you're ma' first, no one else is as important as you, sir!" he cups your cheeks gently before smashing his lips onto yours. mingi began bouncing on your cock as you made out, turned on by the thought that you could be caught anytime.

he pulled away, panting. a string of saliva still connecting your bottom lips, you smirk and take out his phone, showing him the screen. mingi stiffens as he read what was shown on his screen. "incoming call from... yuyu-" mingi let out a loud moan as you suddenly thrust upwards, hitting his prostate.

"ugh~ sir, please! go easy on me..." mingi bit his lip as his eyes watered, "baby, if you want those extra marks, you gotta work hard for it." clicking answer, you put it on speaker and shove the phone back into mingi's hands. then you held onto his hips tightly before fucking him at an inhumane speed.

"mmh~ oh!" "mingi?" mingi covered his mouth with one hand as he heard his lover's voice from his phone. "uh- y-yeah, yunho! hey..." "are you okay? where are you?" "i'm at- ah! oh my god..." mingi quivered as you suddenly bit down on his nipple, making him cum right then. you grinned as you littered his body with love bites.

"are you running...? why are you panting so hard?" mingi cursed himself internally for letting this happen, "uh, yeah. sorry, i don't think i can make it today- ugh~! ho-hongjoong called me urgently, so i have to- oh~ get back to w-work...!" mingi buried himself into your neck while biting down to quiet himself. you groaned at the feeling and thrusted harshly, you were gripping him so hard he'd probably bruise from it.

"alright, love you. take care!" "ugh~ l-love you too... bye." as the call ended, mingi dropped the phone onto the ground as he moaned loudly. you grinned and pulled his hair, making him arch his back. "you dirty little whore... you really have no shame saying 'love you' to yunho while your swallowing my cock, huh?" you suck and bite at his adam's apple, bringing the boy to tears.

"'m sorry! ah, w-wan'chu, sir..." you loosen your grip on his hair and he immediately captures your lips in his. you pull from the kiss by pulling at his hair, frowning. "i realised that you only come to find me whenever you need extra credit, but when you don't, you don't even bat an eye at me, so why should i give you the marks?"

mingi cried as you pounded into him, "ah! please, sir! a-after this, i'll always find you. every week, after your lessons, i'll stay back! d-do whatever you want to me, make me yours! i'll be your bitch..." mingi slurred out his words as he drooled and moaned, "i'm yours, sir..."

you couldn't help but get even more aroused at the thought of breeding the campus whore every week, after your lesson. you grinned as you imagined how well behaved he'd be if he knew he would get fucked right after. you grin as you yanked at his jaw, "that's right, whore. you're mine, not that yunho's, not whoever the fuck wants to fuck you, me. just me, your professor who fucks you just as you like, hm?"

mingi giggles, "y-yes! only yours, i'm your property, your fucktoy, your cumdump, anything you want me to be, i'll be just for you, sir!" he kisses you passionately, praying to whatever god out there that he would carry your babies and be with you forever.

you pulled away, "how was the exam anyways? i thought you improved, no?" mingi gripped your shoulders as you rearranged his guts, tears began to fall from his pretty eyes. "i- i did my best! i tried so hard, but i still failed!" he cried in frustration, feeling his ass burn every minute you fuck him harder.

"aw, my love." you cooed at the boy, rubbing his tears from his cheeks with one hand, "you don't worry your pretty little head about it, okay?" mingi sniffled and nodded, nuzzling his face into your palm, "you do your best, and i'll do the rest. leave it to your professor, m'kay?" mingi moaned and nodded, then you went back to your animalistic pace as you thrusted upwards, hitting his prostate every time.

he moaned and twitched as his cock bounced with him, precum never stopped leaking. "y'know, you're lucky you have such a pretty face, mingi. who knows where you'd be without it." smirking, your thrusts get lazier as you came with the last few thrusts, triggering his own release. beautiful sounds came from mingi's mouth as he came, cumming all over his chest, even getting some on his chin.

he panted as he laid on your chest, "alright, you earned yourself five extra marks." mingi jumped up, "five, really!? thank you so much!" mingi tackled you in a hug. you snorted at the irony of how different he was when you were fucking his brains out, "i love you mn!" mingi said with a big grin on his face, you smiled back, "i love you too, mingi."

©BRRRKDSLEK 2023

[fictionalmenxyn]

Mentions of blood, language and fighting (vague)

I am Tyler, Tyler is me…

--☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎--

That’s what most people say when they know who we are. Some people say that a woman and a man can’t be the same but different gender, they’re wrong.

Tyler and I knew each other since ten, how did we meet? He lived opposite me in the neighbourhood. I was learning how to ride my bmx bike I got for my tenth birthday. I was on my own out front teaching myself when a car sped past and scared me. I fell off my bike and went straight to the curb, hitting my knees to the concrete and my shin catching my chain of my bike, blood ran down my legs.

Tyler saw me from out his front window, he caught interest in me when he saw a girl on a bmx. Most girls our age at the time rode pretty pink bikes with baskets in the front to put their stuffed animal inside. Me? Nah, fuck that.

When Tyler saw me fell, he was on his feet pulling in his boots and runs out the front and over to me. “Hey you ok?!”

I look up, “yeah I’m good, just some stupid driver” I look down to my legs to see they’re pretty beaten up. Tyler holds out a water bottle “here, use this to wash the blood” I thanked him and did exactly what he suggested.

He took a seat next to me on the curb “hey, nice bike, saw you out my front window” he gestures to the house in front of us. I flash him a small smile “thanks, got it for my birthday” “Happy birthday… for whenever it was…” “it was two days ago..”

And that’s when we became friends…

Ever since we’ve pretty much been attached to the hip. We had many things in common. Music, movies, clothing, mischief, relabelling, the lot…

He’d protect me from guys, I’d protect him from girls (even though he didn’t exactly need it)…

As soon as we turned sixteen, he changed. Not in a bad way, but I guess that’s what happens when puberty hits boys. He become protective, he knew I could handle myself, of course. But didn’t mean he’d stop beating up any guy or age or older cause they were getting too close to his girl…

When we were old enough, we bought the house in paper street. We’d have parties and what not. Life was and is good.

I am him, he is me…

Then Jack came along, he’s a good guy. Made friends with him pretty quick after Tyler introduced him to me. Jack then moved in with us as he didn’t have a place to stay.

Jack thought we were dating at first, cause Tyler is a very physical love language typa guy. Always hugging, forehead kisses, cheek kisses… sometimes if he couldn’t sleep or Jack was too loud with Marla in the morning; he’s come to my room and sleep on my bed with me…

Tyler was an intimidating man that people knew not to mess with, but he had a soft spot for me. You can tell by the way he looks at me. Or by the fact that if a single guy gave a ‘suggestive’ glance, he’d knock them out.

For instance…

I was playing pool with Cody, one of our old high school friends that’s a regular at the Lou’s Tavern. Tyler knew Cody was a good guy, so he didn’t mind. But the guys in the other pool table says otherwise…

As I leant over the table to hit the white ball with my cue, a kinda scruffy looking guy eyed me up. Yeah u was wearing a skirt, but the guy leaned in the direction of where my ass was. I mean come on! That’s quite fucking obvious…

Anyways!

Tyler was seething, the finale straw was when the guy tried to walk past me and blatantly rubbed against me, he could’ve waited till I moved, but no. He didn’t.

Tyler was up in an instant, already got the guy by the collar and showing him what he didn’t wrong and calling him out on it. I intervened once Tyler had his go. Tyler instantly stopped, but did grab twenty bucks from the guys wallet as a ‘troubles’ fee.

I was always patching Tyler’s wounds, never lectured him, he knew what he was doing. And he had his reasons, to protect me. I couldn’t argue…

And after every fight he’d get into, we’d watch our favourite movies and cuddle. Not a relationship, but who gives a fuck who can and can’t cuddle with their friend??

Tyler is me, I am Tyler…

Marla would always question what Tyler and I were.

One morning, I was sat on the kitchen counter. Wearing one of his old band shirts from when he was seventeen, since it fitted me and didn’t fit his more toned and grown up physique. I was also wearing my sweatpants.

I as I at a piece of toast, Marla spoke “so what are you and Tyler?? Couple?? Friends?? Fuck buddies??”

I chuckle, I was about to speak when Tyler walk in “we’re soulmates that don’t include the act of sin”

I playfully roll my eyes Tyler, he says that like he hasn’t done that many time before (not with me)…

Tyler steals the piece of toast from my hand, which lead to a playful smack across the shoulder. He eats the toast as Marla asked “so your not a thing?”

I shake my head, “we’re just really close, call it platonic if you will…”

I am Tyler, Tyler is me…

We are platonic soulmates, so fuck off…

—☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎—

[judasofsuburbia]

11 + 22 with steddie? please emily god of smut that rips my heart to shreds and carefully puts it back together again <3

hehehe hi lou!! thank u for ur request<3 hope u enjoy these silly lil men

11. Louder. Let me hear you.

22. Show me how much you need me.

cw: phone sex. word count: 1096. pairing: steve and eddie.

“Hello?” Steve answers the phone groggily. 

“Fuck, did I wake you?” Eddie winces.

Steve hums, rubbing his eyes and sitting up more in bed. “S’okay, baby. Went to bed early tonight.”

“Now I feel like even more of an asshole,” Eddie laughs pitifully.

“Don’t. Wanna talk to you,” Steve answers. 

“You sure?”

“Mhm. What’s on your mind?”

Eddie exhales. “Uh, quite a lot.”

“Tell me.”

“I don’t think you’re awake enough for this conversation.”

Steve’s eyes truly open at those words. “W-what? What’s going on?”

Eddie chokes and scrambles over his next sentence. “God, no, nothing bad, darling, I’m sorry, I just‒it’s funny really, it’s so unimportant and now you’re even more awake because I scared you when I’m literally just calling because I’m so hard I can barely think straight.”

Steve’s gut tightens at his words. They’ve never done this before. Eddie is on tour with his band, a small contract to a few neighboring states. If it goes well, they could add on more dates. Steve’s really proud of him and wished he could go but there’s no way he could ask for that much time off of work.

Steve did miss him though. Badly. 

“Oh?” Steve teases, clearing his throat. “Can’t even think straight?”

Eddie makes a desperate noise that shoots down Steve’s spine. “No. I’m going crazy over here.”

“Needed my voice to get off?”

“Please.”

“Okay,” Steve adjusts himself on the bed, spreading his legs because now Eddie’s got him interested as well. “Were you thinking about me?”

Eddie sighs, petulant. “Yes, of course, I was.”

“Didn’t want to assume,” Steve retorts.

“Darling.”

“Right,” Steve says. “Thinking about anything in particular? Any memories stashed away?”

He can hear Eddie swallow. 

“I kept thinking about…this is embarrassing, Jesus Christ, um. The summer you lifeguarded at the pool? You…saved Gareth from drowning one day. Do you even remember that?”

Steve racks his brain. His eyebrows shoot up and he lets out a small laugh. “You got hard over me and Gareth?”

Eddie groans. “No, not that. Never, ever repeat this to him. I was thinking about the red trunks you were wearing. How the sun made your muscles all…shiny as you carried him out. Please feel free to stop me at any time.”

“I didn’t realize I had fans,” Steve teases. 

“Please, you had everyone’s tongues hanging out of their mouth that summer.”

“Did you wish it was you?” Steve asks.

“What?”

Steve's voice is husky as he says, “Did you wish it was you being saved? How I would’ve dived into the water, pulled you to my chest, and scooped you right up? Lay you out on the emergency board and hover over you? Put my hands on your chest and blow into your mouth?”

He hears Eddie’s breath hitch and a zipper being undone.

“Touching yourself?” Steve asks.

Eddie huffs. “Y-yeah. Fuck, yeah. Wish it was me.”

“Would you have kissed me back then?” 

“I sure would have tried,” Eddie laughs weakly.

Steve smiles and slips his hand into his boxers. He’s slow with getting himself off, wanting to make this last until Eddie was done. He didn’t realize how hot it would be to hear his boyfriend panting over the phone, crackly but just as desperate.

“Those shorts were tight, huh?” Steve ponders. 

Eddie whines. “You have no idea how good you looked in them. I have never been to the pool more times in my life than that god-forsaken summer.”

“Wish I’d known you back then,” Steve sighs dreamily. “I could have taken you to the infirmary room and locked the door.”

“S-Steve,” Eddie pants.

“Stroked your hair until you felt better. Checked your body for injuries. Maybe ask you to lower your trunks. You would’ve loved that, wouldn’t you, baby?”

Eddie moans quietly and huffs out a “Yes.”

“You would’ve been hard for me already from my hands all over you. I’d look up at you from the floor and lean my head forward. Taken your tip into my mouth, run my tongue all around‒” Steve cuts himself off with a moan as his hand squeezes his cock. 

“Would you have told me to be quiet?” Eddie whimpers.

“Oh, absolutely. Can’t have us getting interrupted now, can we? For right now though…louder. Let me hear you.”

Eddie groans loud and deeply. Steve’s hips buck up into his fist at the sound. 

“You’d just be squirming under me, yeah? Clutching the bed and biting your cute pink lips until they bled. I’d taken you deeper and deeper, making sure you feel cared for. Serving mankind or whatever the lifeguard’s oath says.”

Eddie laughs at Steve’s stupid joke but it slowly turns into a moan. “Miss your mouth.”

“I’m sure you do,” Steve grunts. “I miss your cock, baby.”

Eddie lets out a strangled noise that vibrates Steve’s skin. He can almost hear the slick sounds of Eddie’s hand stroking his cock. How he wishes he could watch it happen. 

“Getting close?”

“Mhm. Keep talking.”

“Being the first cock I’ve ever sucked, I definitely would’ve taken you too deep. Choked on you. Gagged around you. You’d be so scared for me but I would just keep going. Sucking you down, down, down.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Eddie moans.

“Put your hands in my hair, make you grab onto me, guide me to whatever pace you needed.”

“Steve,” Eddie pleas. 

“You need me bad, huh?” Steve smirks.

“So bad. Always need you.”

“Show me how much you need me. Come for me.”

Eddie does, speeding up his motions until he releases, groaning Steve’s name all the while. Steve bucks his head back into the pillows and comes with a long moan himself. There are no words over the line for a long while. Just the boyfriends' labored breathing as they came down from their highs. 

“Feel free to wake me up for that any time,” Steve jokes breathlessly.

Eddie chuckles with a long sigh. “That was so hot. Why haven’t we been doing this the whole time?”

“We can certainly start,” Steve grins. “Especially if you got some treasure chest of Steve memories you want to cycle through.”

“I’m not gonna live this one down, am I?”

“Wonder if I have those trunks somewhere.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“You love me.”

“Crime of passion.”

“Me in my little shorts. Saving lives with the sun‒what did you say‒shining off my muscles.” Steve can practically hear the eye roll from the other side. 

“I miss you,” Eddie whispers after a few moments. 

“I miss you so much,” Steve whispers back. “Only a couple more weeks.”

“Stay on the phone with me while I sleep?”

Steve’s heart aches. “Of course, baby.”

come request a smutty prompt to silence the horrors for a minute&lt;3

[wrathofthestag]

Phillip's

Benoit Blanc believed there was no godly reason to have five coffee shops within walking distance of one another. So when a new shop called Phillip’s opened just down the street, Benoit couldn’t help but petulantly roll his eyes. At least the name wasn’t idiotic. Also on AO3...

To be honest, Benoit Blanc thought there were too many coffee shops in the world.

Jesus wept; there was no godly reason to have five coffee shops within walking distance of one another. Macco-choco caramel this, that, and the other—a waste of real estate. And the pastries they served? Travesty. Utter travesty. So when a new shop called Phillip’s opened just down the street, Benoit couldn’t help but petulantly roll his eyes. At least the name wasn’t idiotic.

He walked past Phillip’s—it was on his way home, after all—and ignored the smells coming from within, or at least tried to. Benoit’s neighbor, Mrs. Reynolds with the very sweet basset hound named Droopy, had said Phillip’s baked goods were “quite tasty.” Quite tasty, however, wasn’t enough to tempt him to enter the establishment. That was until Phillip’s had the utter audacity to put a sign in the window declaring they had delicious fresh beignets.

Beignets? Outside of New Orleans? Benoit couldn’t help but huff. He had to investigate that surely outlandish claim.

When he pushed his way through the coffee shop door, he instantly noticed how tastefully decorated the shop was. Fresh flowers sat at each table, everything was painted a lovely pale yellow, and Ella Fitzgerald rang from the speakers. Hmm. The shop was fairly empty, with just a few patrons at one table. Benoit couldn’t tell if that was a portend or if he just came in between a rush.

He looked at the chalkboard menu above the counter and studied it for a moment until someone cleared their throat and broke into his space.

“Welcome to Phillip’s,” a voice said.

“Yes, hello, thank you. Can I--”

Benoit looked at the source of the voice, and…

Oh, shitballs.

Well, he was just Benoit’s type, now, wasn’t he? Dark hair, blue eyes, a quizzical brow, and a crooked smile that made him want to trip over himself. He wore a tie-dyed apron and a nametag that read Phillip.

“We have some cheddar bacon scones just out of the oven.”

“Uh…”

“Unless you’re a vegan or something, then scratch that,” the man, the Phillip said.

Benoit took his wits about him as he tried to ignore Phillip’s smile and floppy hair.

“Beignets?” he finally croaked out.

“Ah, a connoisseur of the beignet are you?” Phillip asked as he leaned on his elbows against the counter.

“Yes, you could say that. Absolutely.”

Phillip’s eyes widened slightly, and then he shook his head and laughed.

“Yeah, judging by that accent, you could definitely say that,” he said. “Bugger.”

Benoit smiled and shrugged.

“Beignets outside of New Orleans shows quite the braggadocio.”

This time it was Phillip who grinned and shrugged.

“I hope they’re up to snuff.”

He looked over his shoulder and shouted.

“Lou! Hey, Lou! How long on the beignets?”

“Five minutes!” a voice from out back replied.

“Well, there you go. You can let me know what you think in five minutes. Anything else?”

The two looked at each other for a beat, the ghost of a smile still lingering.

“Coffee?”

“Room for cream?”

“No, thank you.”

“Takeaway?”

“Yes, please.”

“Name.”

“Blanc. Benoit Blanc.”

Benoit wasn’t quite sure exactly why he gave his whole name like that, but he did. Phillip snorted.

“Blanc? Benoit Blanc? What are you? James Bond?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Okay, fine,” Phillip said and exhaled loudly.

“Fine?”

“Some people like to give made-up names, and at this point, I’ve stopped reacting—or at least trying to react. Especially with one as silly as this.”

“Silly?” Benoit sputtered. “Listen--”

“Is that Blanc with a ‘c’ or a ‘q-u-e’?” Phillip asked with an eyebrow raised.

“A ‘c.’”

“I see,” Phillips said as he wrote on the cup and filled it with coffee. “Here you go, Blanc-with-a-C. The beignet will be right up.”

Benoit paid, and as their fingers grazed, he couldn’t help the tiny flip his insides did.

Phillip cleared his throat again and said, “Very well then. It should only be a few minutes on the beignets.”

“Thank you.”

Benoit sat at one of the cushy corner armchairs in a very supple dark grey suede and sipped his coffee.

“Is it always this quiet in here?” he asked toward the counter.

The patrons at the one table turned to look at Benoit.

“Quiet? Hardly,” Phillip called back. “You came during a quiet pocket. It’ll pick up again in an hour.”

Benoit sat and watched as Phillip wiped down the table, his forearms strong while they worked in a circular motion. Phillip paused and looked up right at Benoit, who startled and quickly looked down at his coffee cup.

Phillip shook his head and grinned as he wiped some more.

Lou, apparently, walked out from the back with a tray full of beignets.

“Order up for Blanc,” Phillip said.

Benoit walked up to the counter and breathed an internal sigh of relief as he looked at the beignets. They were a beautiful shade of light brown and covered in powdered sugar.

“I stand ready for your judgment,” Phillip said as he shook some more powdered sugar onto one and gently put it on a plate.

Benoit pick it up and took a bite. It was yeasty and sweet, but not overpowering. It was as fragant and airy as a summer’s night in Savannah.

“Oh, my word.” He took another bite. “Oh my goodness.”

Phillip smiled.

“Good, right?”

“It's… well, yes,” Benoit said with delight.

“I know.”

Benoit put down the beignet and quickly placed a ten in the tip jar and smiled, upper lip covered in powdered sugar.

“Well! What a compliment!” Phillip said as he picked up the jar and looked at it, puzzled.

“What’s wrong?” Benoit asked and gingerly wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“Come on! Just an hour ago, this jar was almost full! My tip jar’s been nicked again.”

Phillip sighed, walked over to the register, took out some money, and placed it in the tip jar.

“If it were just me working here, I wouldn't care so much, but Lou and the kids all divvy up the tips. This is the second time it’s happened. I thought the first time was a fluke but I supposed it wasn’t.”

“So sorry that's happening.”

“What kind of a cretin steals tips? I need a detective to solve this nonsense!”

A detective? Benoit couldn't help but laugh.

“What? What's so funny?”

“No, it's just that--”

“What?”

“Well,” Benoit said. “I'm a detective.”

Phillip put his hands on his hips. “You are not.”

“Certified and bonafied.”

Phillip laughed. “Oh god! You’re not one of those overbearing sorts that smokes a bloody pipe, fancying themselves Sherlock fucking Holmes, who thinks they’re too smart for their own good?”

“No, I think I’m just the right amount of smart… and I smoke cigars,” Benoit said with a smile.

The two studied each other for a beat, their smiles growing wider by the second.

“You just think you're so charming, don't you?”

“I have my moments.”

Benoit felt someone watching, turned, and noticed the people sitting at the table looking at them amusedly. The woman at the table mouthed Go on to him.

“Well, all right then, Blanc. Would you like to have dinner sometime?” Phillip said. “You know, to go over the case.”

“Are you hiring me?”

Phillip moved his hand in a so-so motion.

“Not sure yet. I'll let you know after dinner.”

Benoit took another bite of the beignet and sighed.

"Flying colors.”

Phillips smiled smugly.

“Well, Blanc. Let me introduce myself properly. I'm Phillip. Phillip White.”

“Phillip White? You’re pullin’ my leg!”

“No,” Phillip laughed softly. “I promise you, I am not. My hands are nowhere near your legs.”

“Phillip,” Benoit said and stretched out his hand, “it's a pleasure to meet you.”

“Lovely to meet you, Blanc.”

The two smiled at one another, surrounded by pastries, music, and flowers. And if their handshake lasted a bit longer than it should have, well, there was no mystery as to why.

[itsnotreal]

HIII for the prompts if you're up for it... what did harry think about louis' new knuckle tattoos? heheh love u mwah <3

“Show me.” Harry rushed out, practically attached to Louis’ back the second he was through the door.

“Goodness, love.” He breathed out a in a chuckle. “Can I get into the house first?”

“No.” Harry frowned.

Louis gave him a stern look, rolled his eyes at Harry’s faux-innocent smile. “I’ve got to take the bandages off and then wash it. Give me like— five minutes.”

“Can I watch?” Harry pleaded, eyes round.

Louis huffed, “Babe, what’s got you like this? It’s just a couple tattoos.”

Harry scoffed. “Just a couple tattoos. You know how I feel about your hands.”

Louis’ nose twitched as a smirk danced across his face. “Ah, so this is about me stuffing you full of my fingers, is it?”

Harry gawked, ignoring the way his cock stirred in interest as he followed Louis to the bathroom. “Well, it’s not not about that.”

Louis glanced up at him in the mirror with a single eyebrow cocked. “So you don’t have a plug in right now?”

Harry shook his head. “‘Course not.”

Louis gave a single nod and started to pull the bandage off. “Thank god, ‘cause I’m totally knackered.”

“Lou.” Harry whined, shifting impatiently as the totally-not-a-plug grazed his prostate when he leaned against the bathroom counter.

“You gonna tell me the truth?” Louis finally fully removed the bandage, flexed his fingers just to tease Harry. He knew what he was doing.

Harry gulped, eyes transfixed on Louis’ tattooed fingers. “Want you so bad.” He whined, pitifully, bit his lip to stifle a moan.

“Yeah? Let me just clean them up a bit and we’ll see what we can do.” He caught Harry’s eyes in the mirror and winked as he turned the tap on.

[magicalrocketships]

not me discovering this fine evening that you wrote other parts of Won’t Get To Space here on tumblr 0.o that fic is like *my fic*: i read it probably once a month, i like it that much (plus - me and liam may have something in common and this fic doesn't make me feel pathetic like i sometimes feel - even if i'm in my 30s) .. so, thanks to that anon for talking about this fic and for you to link the other snippets: you just made the (what was supposed to be an early) evening for an European <3 if you ever want to share anything else in that universe, please do <3 i wish you an amazing day / night and thank you *very much* for creating this AU

oh, thank you! I'm so glad <3 It's so lovely to hear that it resonated with you.

I went looking for the sequel file in the depths of my dropbox, it has a last modified date of 2015, it was created in 2013, I don't have the original program I wrote it in anymore so I don't know if any of the formatting is messed up as I really haven't looked it in years, but here's the contents of the file. There's no ending and it's just bits and pieces, but please know that of course they end up happily, and I don't think I ever posted it in its entirety here.

I hope you see this, anon!

won't get to space because I haven't got a rocket part 2 (harry/liam/louis)

(first part here)

Like the sky is blue (all the things that stop you dreaming)

Come to London this weekend, we miss you xx

Liam grins down at his phone. He's on his break, eating two ham salad sandwiches and a bag of cheese and onion crisps in the back of the garage, flicking through The Mirror.

Your both in the paperrrrrrrrr, he texts, once he hits the 3am pages. Did u rlly fall out of a clubbb??????

Shameless lies !!! Louis texts back. we stumbled gracefully !!!!

His phone beeps with a message from Harry. I fell out of the cab not the club. lou just fell over me.

Liam laughs at that. What u uptooo?

Hanging around the record company !! Meetings . Boring !! Louis this time. They must be together, and reading each other's texts. Liam sort of likes the idea of them both peering down at the same phone, together.

Maybe touching all the way down one side.

He really likes thinking about them touching.

Gud luck xxxxx Liam hasn't got long left of his lunch. Mums berthdaaay this fri so cant come down :( sozzzzzzz :(

He has to get back to work anyway, so he stuffs his phone into his pocket before the reply arrives, and heads back across the garage to get on with Mrs Holloway's oil change.

~*~

Liam spends Friday night in Garfunkel's with his mum and his dad and his sisters, eating dinner in honour of his mum's birthday. He orders the chicken even though he normally gets the scampi, just like his dad, but it's nice to spend time with his parents and his sisters and just eat together.

Nicola tries not to talk about her wedding, but it's hard, since there's such a lot to organise, and everyone wants it to be great. His mum has been fretting about what to wear since Nicola first came home with her engagement ring, and she's pushing Nicola to try and find out what Graham's mum's wearing so that they don't clash.

Liam's dad makes the same grimace of 'these Payne women, what are we supposed to do with them' that he's been making at Liam since he realised they could have a secret club of two, and Liam makes the same face of agreement he's been making since he realised he could join in.

"Stop it, you two," his mum says, flicking Liam in the arm with her serviette. "It might not matter to you if we both show up in salmon pink from Debenhams, but it'll be embarrassing for our Nicola. And me."

"I know," Liam says. "What if I showed up in salmon pink from Debenhams too, it'd be terrible. I might cry."

"Liam," his mum says reprovingly, but Nicola smacks him in the arm.

"You'll be dressed like all the other ushers," she says, and Liam is very quickly reminded that Nicola is fast losing her sense of humour when it comes to her big day.

"I was only joking."

Nicola rolls her eyes at him. "I'm turning into a proper little madam," she says. "I know, you'll be all calling me Bridezilla the moment my back's turned."

"Of course we won't," his mum says. She leans over and pats her on the hand as the waiter comes over with their food. "It'll be perfect."

It takes a couple of minutes for everything to get sorted, and his dad's already tucking into his scampi and chips before Nicola turns her attention to Liam, and his Peri Peri chicken. "Have you got your eye on anyone, our kid? Anyone you might want to bring to the wedding?"

Liam immediately thinks about Louis and Harry, Louis sprawled out naked on his bed, laughing, and Harry bringing them both cups of tea. He wants to bring them, but firstly, there's no point banking on a future where they're concerned, and secondly, how could he ever explain that he's bringing two boys to his big sister's wedding? He's not even sure he could tell them he was bringing one boy to the wedding, let alone two.

"Ooh," Nicola says. "There is someone, isn't there? I can see it on your face."

"Is there?" Ruth asks.

Liam tries to school his face into something that won't give anything away. He rather suspects he fails. "Nah," he says. "Nothing that'll come to anything. Single pringle, that's me."

Ruth makes a sad face at him. "You'll find someone. You're brilliant, Liam."

Those people on OK Cupid who ever bothered messaging him back didn't think he was brilliant, and neither did all of Andy's friends. Nobody had, really, until Louis and Harry, and Liam was half convinced that they'd be off again given the slightest chance. Why would boys like that settle for a trainee mechanic from the midlands when they could have anyone in London town? It just didn't make sense. He fakes a smile for Ruth, and one for Nicola and his parents, and tries to turn their attention back to his mum and her birthday.

He's not sure it works.

~*~

His mum does a roast chicken on Sunday, and Liam rocks up at half eleven with a bunch of flowers for her, because it's her birthday weekend and she deserves flowers. He's in a good mood; Louis had rung him up at half past one in the morning to tell him that they missed him and trying to have sex without him there was rubbish and boring.

Liam hadn't believed that for a second, but he likes to be remembered, and Harry and Louis just keep on remembering him, like he isn't invisible, or see-through at the edges, but like he's real.

(talking about Nicola's wedding and asking Liam if he's bringing anyone, and Liam wanting to say yes but not being able to. Texting Louis and Harry from in front of the telly and his family thinking there's a girlfriend) Birthday weekend.

~*~

"What time do you finish work?" Louis asks, as soon as Liam picks up, and Liam’s so used to Louis and Harry constantly using each other’s phones that it doesn’t bother him that it’s Harry’s name that flashed up on his screen. It’s a picture of all three of them that comes with it, anyway, Harry in the middle with Louis on his back with his arm in the air, Liam holding the camera out and pressing in so that he’s in shot. It’s one of Liam’s favourite pictures. 

"Half five, why?" Liam asks. He’s supposed to be seeing them at the weekend, but it’s only Thursday. They have half-arsed plans to go and see the new Captain America film, and Liam’s desperately trying to cover up his desire to see it sooner rather than later. 

"We’re coming to pick you up," Louis says. "We’ve got plans for you."

"It’s Thursday, though," Liam says, puzzled. He has plans for tonight that involve putting a load of washing on and eating beans on toast in front of the telly. It’s the part of his life he tries to hide from Louis and Harry, who are surely only here for the exciting bits. 

"We know," Louis says. "You’re not busy, are you?"

"Nope," Liam says, although he’ll have to figure out when to do the washing now, so he’ll have clean pants for work on Monday. He’s very much in love with Louis and Harry, but he does have a Monday to Friday job he has to work the two of them around, which they don’t. 

"Brilliant," Louis says. "We’ll see you at half five. Love you."

"Right," Liam says, still puzzled, but Louis has already hung up. 

Half five shows up, but Louis and Harry don’t. Liam sits outside the garage with his jacket zipped up, and passes his phone from hand to hand, waiting for them. He doesn’t want to ring in case they’re driving, so he sits outside and hopes that he hasn’t got the day wrong. 

They don’t show up until ten to six, by which point Liam is already about ready to leave to go home. Harry pulls his Range Rover up in front of the garage though, parking it totally skewiff, and Louis is already tumbling out of the passenger door even as Liam is standing up to meet them. 

"Hello," Louis says, bounding over and pushing Liam up against the wall. "Happy Captain America Day, Steve."

"What?" Liam says, but Louis is kissing him hello. Liam can’t quite bring himself to be bothered about who might see. 

"Captain America Day," Harry says, carefully pushing Louis out of the way and kissing Liam gently. "Here, we got you a t-shirt in honour of the occasion."

Louis pulls open his denim jacket to display a t-shirt with Captain America’s shield right there in the centre. Harry is wearing one with a giant Avengers A in the middle. The one they’re holding out for Liam is royal blue, with a white star in the middle and red and white stripes at the bottom. 

"What—"

"Suit up," Louis says. "Here, preferably. Where we can stare at how hot you are."

Liam swallows, and looks down at his t-shirt. “Why are you here?” he asks, because ninety-five per cent of the time, he has no idea why Louis and Harry even bother with him. 

"Because Steve’s your favourite, and because you’re our favourite, and because we wanted to take our boyfriend out," Harry says. "We’ve got tickets for the eight o’clock showing, we’ve got a table at that burger place near that bowling alley that we went to first, and then we’re all going to go back to yours afterwards and let you talk about how hot Captain America is whilst we fuck you."

"That last part’s my favourite," Louis says, leaning in. "That was my idea, that bit. You can talk about how you’d like Steve to fuck you, if you like. Whilst we jerk you off. Make you come all over yourself."

"Oh," Liam says. Luckily he works on a nice, quiet road. It’s good, that, because he’s sporting a semi. "Right. That’s good, then."

"Brilliant," Harry says. "Now, are you going to change your top, or what? It’s been a whole week since we’ve seen you topless, and we’re getting withdrawal symptoms."

"All right," Liam says softly, and pulls open his jacket. 

(weekend at Liam's)

~*~

MINI BREAK

Plan to go away for a mini break, rent a house for the bank holiday weekend – Frisbee and piggy in the middle on the beach, bacon sandwiches, watching dvds and fucking, joking about singing together, Liam thinks it's a silly joke, they're not joking.

"We should go away," Liam says, without really thinking about it. It's either late one night or early one morning, but his watch is too far away for him to check, and anyway, he doesn't care enough to move. It's dark outside and he's naked. Anything else is just details.

"We're away now," Harry points out, from where he's lying, cheek pressed to Liam's chest. He's playing with Liam's nipple, grazing his fingertips over Liam's skin, thumbnail catching. Liam slides his hand down Harry's side, down towards his hip. He's too sleepy to initiate sex again, but he's not tired enough to fall asleep right this instant. "Well, me and Louis are."

"Don't suppose many people actually holiday in Wolvo, Haz." Louis, for reasons known only to him and at best impenetrable to Liam, is standing by the side of Liam's bed, wearing one sock and steadily eating his way through a packet of chocolate HobNobs. "You are talking about a holiday, right?"

Liam shrugs. He hadn't exactly thought about options. He'd barely got as far as thinking through what he'd actually said. "It might be nice," he says, as carefully as he can. Holidays and mini-breaks are what couples do. People in relationships. He's still not entirely sure that this counts. He's half-convinced that every time he sees Harry and Louis, it's going to be the last.

~*~

LIAM WANTS TO TELL HIS PARENTS, he just wants people to be happy for him like he's happy with them. Is convinced they're going to take it well because they've always loved him and supported him and wanted him to be happy.

I told my mum and dad about the 3 of us, Liam texts, on Thursday night. He's careful with his spelling, for once. It takes him about three goes to get it right, and at least two and a half of those he can put down to his hands shaking.

It's about thirteen seconds until his phone rings.

"You all right?" Louis demands, as soon as Liam answers.

Liam lets out a ragged breath. "No?"

"God," Louis says. "You idiot. Why didn't you tell us? We could have, I don’t know, been there. We're like, two and a half hours away. Harry's gone to the shop for a Cornetto and a banana."

Liam tries, desperately, to get a handle on his breathing. "You don't have to—" he says, but then everything he's been trying to keep inside just comes rushing out, and he doesn't mean it to, he really doesn't, but he's crying. He's crying down the phone because his mum and dad don't want him. They don't want him, and they're everything to him, and he really, really thought they'd understand. "They don't want me," he manages, after a while. "Lou, they don't want me."

Louis' breath catches. "Oh, baby," he says. "Sweetheart."

"What am I going to do?" Liam can't think. He can't do anything. He's already been sitting here for the best part of an hour.

"Wait for us to get there," Louis tells him. Liam can hear him moving around. "We'll drive up as soon as Harry gets back from the shop. I'm so sorry. Liam, I'm so sorry."

Liam hates crying. He knows it's weak, and he should be past this, but he can't. It's so hard. "Haven't you got stuff tonight? You're going out. You said."

"Fuck that," Louis tells him. "I'm putting stuff in a bag. You're more important than any stupid party."

"I'm not."

"Oh god," Louis sounds like he's going to cry himself. "Liam, sweetheart. Please. Don't say that. We're two and a half hours away."

"Sorry," Liam says, automatically.

"No—" Louis lets out a breath. "Look, are you going to be okay for two minutes? I'm going to phone Harry, get him to get his arse back here. I'll call you straight back, I promise. Please don't cry, baby. It's going to be okay. I promise. It's going to be fine. Your parents are going to come round, I swear."

His parents had asked him to leave the house so that they could 'think about what he'd told them'. They'd used words like weird and disgusting and ashamed.

Liam's always had a lot of feelings, but right this second, he wishes he could tear his heart right out of his chest, just so that it would stop hurting, if only for a minute. "All right," he says, softly, and when Louis hangs up, he buries his face in his sleeve and lets himself cry.

Andy's there when Louis and Harry pull up outside in the car, looking awkward and a bit useless in Liam's kitchen. Liam has to send him to answer the door because he's on the phone when they bell goes; his mum is crying down the phone at him, and Liam's having enough trouble trying to figure out what she's saying in amongst the tears without having to worry about whether Louis' going to lamp Andy when he's not looking.

Liam can't think about that. He squeezes his eyes shut. "Mum—" he says. "Mum."

"I don't understand," his mum's saying. "We don't understand, me and your dad. How can there be three of you?"

"There just is," Liam says, over the sob in his throat. He hates crying in front of Andy. He knows what Andy thinks about lads crying, but Andy's been good enough not to say any of that in the hour he's been here. He'd given in and texted him whilst he was waiting for Louis to phone him back, a garbled evryyhgings gon 2 shit can u cumm overrrr plese.

This is why Andy's his best mate; he'd turned up forty minutes later with two portions of chips from the chippy and a four pack of Heineken.

Once he'd seen Liam's face, he'd dumped them all on the counter by the Baby Belling and punched Liam in the arm, before pulling him into a one-armed hug.

Andy still looks shell-shocked, and it's an hour later. He might not understand Liam and Louis and Harry either—and he doesn't, because Liam's had the questions to prove it—but at least he's still here. He's grown up with Liam, and he's grown up with Liam's family, and he doesn't know what to make of it either.

He's still here, though. His best mate.

He feels Louis and Harry

~*~

wakes up to find Ruth in the kitchen talking to Louis

When Liam wakes up, he can hear the soft burr of voices coming from the kitchen. He doesn't open his eyes, staying curled up on the couch instead, Harry's hand in his hair. It's Ruth's voice, and Louis', and Liam can feel himself freezing up all over.

"—I just don't get why," Ruth's saying, over the rumble of the kettle boiling. "You're both—you're in the newspapers. What are you doing here?"

"Because we both love Liam," Louis tells her. "Because it might be weird, and no one might get it but us, but he makes us happy and I think we make him happy too."

"But what are you doing here? You must have a proper posh place in London. What are you doing in my brother's shit flat?"

It's a question Liam asks himself a million times a day.

"Because this is Liam's life, and we love him, and we want to be a part of it. And his life is here, and in this flat, so yeah, we're going to be here. With him."

Ruth's quiet at that, and Liam stays where he is on the couch, his heart thumping. Harry's hand in his hair has stilled.

~*~

Liam is sad and alone; his parents want to try, and they all go for a barbecue at Liam's parents.

Louis comes to find Liam in his mum and dad's kitchen after a while, coming right on in and wrapping his arms around Liam's shoulders, pressing a kiss to Liam's neck. "You've been gone a while," he says, not loosening his hold.

"I'm making more salad," Liam tells him, chopping a tomato into eighths. "You lot have eaten all the rest."

"More salad's always good," Louis agrees, but he doesn't let go of Liam, and Liam's grateful because he feels like he's about to explode.

"Where's Harry?"

"Turning on the charm," Louis says.

"It won't work," Liam says, and he doesn't want his voice to catch, but it does nevertheless. His knife skitters over the tomato and down onto the chopping board. "They won't ever understand."

"It'll take time. To everyone who isn't us, this is probably really weird."

Liam shakes his head. "It's not weird," he says stubbornly. "I love you and I love Harry. I don't understand why that's not easy."

Louis lets out a breath, and drops another kiss to Liam's shoulder. "I think you're probably the most honest person I've ever met," he says, which is a lie. Liam lies to people all the time. Louis and Harry don't even know that Liam failed at the X Factor. One day they'll find out that he's lied to them all this time and that will be the end. He lies about how much he needs them and how much this means to him and how much he's desperate for them to love him like he loves them. He lies all of the time, every day, and one day it'll catch up with him and it'll all be over.

"I'm not."

Louis ignores him. "I see you, and you're always just—whatever you feel, you just—you're the most brilliant person I've ever met. You and Harry, but you differently. God, I'm crap at this. I'm trying to tell you that you're so open, and so honest, and that means you get hurt sometimes. If I could, I'd make sure you never got hurt again."

Liam's chest aches. "Louis—"

"People disappoint us," Louis goes on. "Sometimes people we love, they disappoint us. But that doesn't mean they don't love us."

Liam drops the knife. "I want them to love you like I love you," he says, and he sounds all choked up. He tries not to, but he can't help it. "It's not weird, and it's not wrong. We fit."

"I know," Louis says. He shifts, hooking his chin over Liam's shoulder, and wrapping his arms around Liam's waist. "You're fucking marvellous, Liam Payne. Like, fucking brilliant. Me and Harry are going to keep on telling you and telling you until you just know, okay?"

Liam nods, but he doesn't believe it.

When they get back to Liam's flat after the disastrous barbecue at his mum and dad's, Harry and Louis lead him wordlessly into the bedroom, and pull him into a hug. Harry presses his mouth to the corner of Liam's.

"You're brilliant," he says softly, sliding his hand into Liam's hair. "And when we met your mum and dad, we could see just where you get that from."

"They were rude," Liam stumbles over his words. "They barely spoke to you."

Louis slides his hands around Liam's waist, and under his t-shirt to rest his palms against Liam's stomach. "What do you say to the two guys who are having sex with your son, exactly? It's weird for them."

"I wanted them to love you," Liam admits. Louis keeps stroking his fingertips over Liam's tummy, and Liam wants to stay like this forever, in their arms.

"We'll make them love us," Harry says. "Just you wait. You've not seen our long term attack yet. We're excellent winners-over. We've got, like, plans and strategies."

"Just you wait," Louis agrees, mouthing at the sensitive skin beneath Liam's left ear.

Liam tells his parents that his relationship isn't going awawy and then Louis and Harry take him back home and look after him, but they have to leave to go back to London

Liam has to be by himself and Louis and harry are meeting together with Simon Cowell about singing in a group. Liam doesn't think they're serious.

~*~

Liam has never, ever been prouder of his sister than he is when he watches her say her vows at the front of the room. He stands there in his charcoal suit with his fuchsia buttonhole, being her usher, and he cries as she says I do. He can see Ruth doing the exact same thing from her pride of place as maid of honour, but he can't help but glance back over his shoulder, gaze going straight to Louis and Harry, half way back on the bride's side. They're probably holding hands, and Liam wants that so much it hurts, but he's promised Nicola and his mum and dad that he'll keep it quiet, this threesome he's in and trying to call a relationship.

It isn't like he doesn't know how weird it is, but he wishes the people he loved accepted him like Louis and Harry do.

Harry gives him a little half-wave, and that catches Louis' attention. He winks at Liam, bumping his shoulder into Harry's.

Liam turns back to the front. His heart is full.

Nicola comes over later. She's drunk and plump and beaming and beautiful. "I'm so proud of you, little brother," she says, leaning over to wrap her arm around his shoulders. Her wedding dress is the size of about three people. She looks gorgeous, and like she's had the best day ever. Liam only wanted that from today, so he can't help but consider it a job well done. "And I'm really pleased you're so happy."

Liam goes a bit red, but he risks a glance at Harry and Louis anyway. They're all sitting out of the way of the dancing, because if they can't be openly together then sitting in the corner together and tangling their feet under the table is enough of an alternative to capture their affection.

Louis winks at him, and Harry just grins. They've got matching button holes, the three of them, Louis biting his lip and swapping Liam's fuchsia one for a cream rose once the dinner and the speeches and the photographs were all done. Liam had wanted something that marked them out as a threesome, a trio, even if he couldn't offer them both more.

"Seriously," Nicola says, her arm still round Liam's shoulders. "I've never seen you so happy."

Liam knows he's blushing more. He wants to reach over and curl his fingers into Louis', and have Harry come over and wrap his arms around him. "Well," he says, only a little awkwardly. "I am."

"It's been a good day, hasn't it?" Nicola goes on. She waves her arm in the air. "Everything's gone right."

"It's been perfect," Harry says. "And you look beautiful. Thank you for inviting us."

Nicola leans over and takes Louis' hand. "You are being good to him, aren't you?"

"Nicola," Liam hisses, but he can't do anything; it's her wedding day, she can hold whoever's hand she wants to. "Stop that. Put him down."

"Shush," Nicola says. "I'm talking to your boyfriend. One of your boyfriends." She giggles. "I never thought you'd have more than one boyfriend, Lee. Never thought you'd have a boyfriend, come to that."

"Well, I do, and they're perfect," Liam tells her. "But will you put him down and stop embarrassing me for two seconds?"

"No, but seriously." Nicola lets go of Louis' hand and reaches for Harry's. Harry lets her take it, and flushes in what Liam can only think of as a ridiculously cute kind of a way. "This is my little brother," she says, not letting go of Harry's hand. "Like—me and Ruth are really protective of him. Cos he's our little brother. And it's like you are too. Not like Andy."

"Nicola," Liam warns.

"Seriously. I'm trying to tell you something, so shush, Liam." She shakes her head, and turns her attention back to Louis and Harry. "If you hurt him, either of you, then I will personally hunt you down and kill you, and Ruth will help me."

Liam isn't so sure of that, since Ruth is still not quite on board with the Liam-has-two-boyfriends part of proceedings. This is still the most embarrassing experience he can quite remember, so he leaves the Ruth part of things to one side for now.

"You don’t need to worry," Louis says, shooting a glance at Liam. "We're the last people you need to worry about when it comes to Liam. I'm pretty sure we're committed to making sure everybody in the world realises how great Liam is."

"Yeah," Harry echoes. "We think he's brilliant, and we love him."

Liam knows he's doing his best impression of a bright red, on fire tomato but he can't look up. If he looks up he'll do something stupid like kiss both of them, and he'd promised. He'd promised.

"Do you three want to dance?" Nicola says suddenly.

Liam looks up. "With you?"

"Well, I suppose. I just meant—I meant do you three want to dance, together."

Liam looks over at the dance floor. "But everybody will know," he says. "I promised you and Mum and Dad."

Nicola raises her shoulders in an inelegant shrug. "I haven't seen you this happy, like, ever. It's like—I don't think it's very nice of us to be like, come to my wedding, but pretend you're not totally in love for the sake of Auntie Dora and all the cousins and the neighbours or whatever. So I think maybe that you should dance. All three of you."

"But Mum and Dad—"

"Leave them to me," Nicola says. "Anyway, whose wedding is this? It's bloody mine, so you three, get up there and do something romantic for me, all right?" She kisses the top of Liam's head. "Go on, scram. I'm going to find Ed and get him to dance with me too. We'll make a right show of it, us Paynes on that dance floor. Where's Ruth?"

"You're not a Payne anymore, Nic."

"Once a Payne, always a Payne," Nicola tells him, winking at Louis and Harry. "Go on. Up you go." Liam watches as she threads her way through the tables and her wedding guests in pursuit of her new—and quite remarkably drunk—husband.

"Well," Louis says. He smiles at Liam. "What do you want to do?"

Liam smiles at that. "I want to do what I always want to do. Be with you guys."

Harry blinks at that, looking away. "God, " he says. "Fuck, stop making me cry."

"So," Simon Cowell says, when all five of them are in his office, sitting in deceptively low cushioned chairs in front of his desk, "What have you got to say for yourselves."

"This is Liam Payne," Louis says, pointing at Liam, "and he's fantastic. And we think we want to record as a band—"

"I know who Liam Payne is." Simon cuts him off, sitting back in his chair, tapping his pen against the arm. "Long time, no see, Liam."

Liam can't bear to look to either side of him. "I didn't think you'd remember me."

"I'm good with names and faces," Simon says. "It's part of what got me to where I am now. That, and I looked you up."

"What's he mean?" Louis hisses, kicking Liam in the ankle.

Liam shakes his head, and doesn't say anything. This is what the end feels like: this. So close to his dreams, and yet so endlessly far away.

"Didn't I tell you to come back when you'd grown up a bit? Done your GCSEs?"

Liam juts his chin out. "I couldn't afford to," he says. "I needed to work."

"I literally have no idea what's going on right now," Niall says, from Liam's other side.

"I auditioned for the X Factor," Liam sits on his hands. "Two years before you did, when I was fourteen. I went to Barbados with Simon. I didn't get through."

There is no silence like a horrified, wounded silence, and Liam can read this one like a book.

"God," Niall says.

"Shit," Louis breathes, next to him. When Liam looks, Harry just looks horrified. "Why didn't you tell us?"

Liam draws his shoulders up. "Dunno," he says. "Didn't want to tell you I'd failed where you'd all passed. Didn't make any difference anyway, not back then. Then it got too late to tell you. I didn't think Simon would remember me."

"I remembered you," Simon says. He's still tapping his pen against the arm of his chair.

AND THEN: happy ending of course.

[faeryclown]

the NO-SKIP albums: a tag game 🎶💖

rules: share the albums that you can listen to nonstop. those lightning in a bottle-albums that scratch ur brain just right. every single track, an absolute banger. u could not skip one if u tried. no notes. stunning, show-stopping, immaculate. ur no-skip albums. 🔎 bonus & optional (but imo, v fun) rules: 1) add a track rec for us to listen to! AND 2) share ur favorite line(s) from that track! 👀

Thanks for tagging me @apricotdeer 🥺🤍 Sorry for taking so long. I actually couldn't decide bc I had SO MANY no-skip albums that I kept changing my mind 😭 Tagging @padawanton @highway-stars @iidsch @darkwehl if you feel like :)

🎧 album info/track recs/favorite lines under the cut

💭 Lucid Dreaming by Say Lou Lou

Fav Track: Wilder Than the Wind ↳ We'll ride the night / Every second is like I'm dying here with you

🔮 The Magic by Lola Blanc

Fav Track: The Magic ↳ But I can't find it so would you please / Enchant me? Give me a potion / For my devotion to the emotion

🪽 Saved by Now, Now

Fav Track: SGL ↳ Starry-eyed / I was young and undone / But I could have died / With you there in the sun

🌙 Threads by Now, Now

Fav Track: Prehistoric ↳ It may be different now, but the pattern won't wash out / Covers up our eyes, leaves us knots and severed ties / We follow new lines

✨ Midnight Machines by Lights

Fav Track: Follow You Down ↳ So just call me, you know I will be waiting / For you as you walk towards that redemption sound / You know I'll be the stillness when you're shaking / And when you fall overboard, I'll follow you down

💗 Love & Desire by MYZICA

Fav Track: Endless Love ↳ Run with me following the stars above / Running free forever in an endless love / Run with me

🍒 Summertime by Luna Shadows

Fav Track: Cherry ↳ 'Cause darling if you call me, I’ll come running / Just let me turn out all the lights in the dead of night / 'Cause I'm, I'm your lovely / Burning for my turn to be your one and your only / Ready for your eyes, sweet on the inside by your summertime

💀 We Don't Stop by Aly & AJ

Fav Track: Good Love ↳ So I keep waiting to touch somebody / Keep you closer on my body / To love somebody /To kiss somebody

💫 MY GOD! by Tessa Violet

Fav Track: song without a title ↳ Left my love in idle, song without a title (Here I go again, take it back what I said) / It's not love (Again, again, again) / (Never gonna play with fire) / It's just what you get (My god, my god) / Tell myself I hate you, tell myself we're made to (All my love) / Fall in love and fall apart (My god, my god)

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I believe you mentioned seeing Love Lies Bleeding - would love to hear your thoughts on it if you have any (and good luck with the car troubles).

It's GREAT. Everyone who is not averse to grievous bodily harm shown on screen go see it. I am not like...terribly up on film just generally; I grew up in a house that limited TV screentime with parents who hate movie theaters so there is a weird cross section of movies I know that is immensely idiosyncratic since I just don't really have a movie-going habit. Also since getting into CR in 2018 it's like. well I don't really have two hours to kill watching movies; I watch 4+ hours of stuff a week and that's plenty. So I cannot speak to things like cinematography, though it did feel well-put together and attractive to look at and all that.

I think the story is solid - nothing groundbreaking except for the fact that usually this is not a story told about queer women that (spoilers) ends with them free and together (more on this later) but it's well done as a neo-noir, the acting is fantastic, and it feels so wonderfully...big and small at the same time? Like, do not get me wrong, I enjoy a blockbuster, but when I think back to the movies I've liked as of late*, Honor Among Thieves is the only one that takes place over a sprawling journey. I guess Barbie, debatably. Like, Love Lies Bleeding is almost entirely in a small town in New Mexico with a brief portion in Vegas or in the immediate surroundings. We are not jetsetting or using green screens. The majority of the film is in a handful of places, the core cast is like 6 people with two significant supporting players. I love this. As someone who leans more towards longer form fiction in general it's just really nice to have something that says "we have under two hours and we are going to embrace having under two hours and tell a story that fucking FITS in under two hours instead of just giving you some weird shard of a Cinematic Universe."

Re the queer women: thank GOD for casting queer women as queer women and probably more importantly having queer women doing things like writing and directing. The sex scenes are great and the relationship feels...I can't say I have the experience of being one of the only queer women in a small town in the late 80s and low-key detesting the one other woman but this all feels so much like. Of course Lou responds like this! This is the first new and fortuitous thing that has happened in her life! U-Haul jokes aside like yeah this is her big chance! It's both their big chances! And honestly until pretty late in the film, because I went in with little info other than "Kristen Stewart and Katy O'Brien bodybuilder lesbian romance crime drama" I expected it to end with one of them dead and the thing is the story works either way, and that feels really great to me, a tragedy enjoyer but also a comedy enjoyer.

Also I love pitch-black humor and this absolutely has that, and I enjoy magical realism when done very sparingly and this is precisely the right amount (if you assume it's magical realism, which I do; I also enjoy ambiguity). Anyway go see a fucked up lesbian and her fucked up bi girlfriend get entangled by ambition, righteous anger, vengeance, limited opportunity, and Ed Harris's skullet and bug obsession.

Finally, a personal anecdote: I saw this at the Alamo Drafthouse and as you may know they do various event screenings. They are showing Twilight: Eclipse for the total solar eclipse. It is HILARIOUS to see a trailer for Twilight: Eclipse (ft. young Kristen Stewart as personality-less girl in love triangle with two guys) before Love Lies Bleeding. talk about a glow-up. Absolutely wild to me that Stewart and Pattinson both ended up as genuinely talented actors with a taste for the unhinged given their breakthrough was Twilight.

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hi! if u write for eric garcia could pls write about being pedri's sister and dating eric behind his back until pedri finds out? fluffy ending pls thank you !

G-lou! I do can write for him and here you go! Hope you like it! Tell me what you think!☺️

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The Other González - Eric García

Being Pedro González younger sister, it was one of the best things ever, you could see your brother achieve all of his dreams, making you incredibly happy.

Although, it came with a disadvantage. One of the first things Pedri told his teammates was "My sister's off-limits"

When the boys still hadn't met you in person, it was something like "Chill out, hermano" and "Don't worry 'bout it". That changed when you moved to Barcelona along with your two older brothers

You begged your mom to let you move in with them, you missed them terribly and they missed you. So, after some talks, begs and crying (not literally), from the three of you, your parents accepted and let you move in with your brothers.

Pedri had made a little celebration party for you, inviting some of his friends and of course, some of his teammates. That night, you didn't dressed up, you didn't felt like it, they were just normal guys who played alongside your brother and hopefully they'll like you and be your friends too.

So, putting on some red cargo pants, a black long sleeve body and some white sneakers with your hair in a ponytail, you made your way out to met the guys your brother has been telling you stories about.

You were nervous. You wanted to make a good impression.

"Here she comes!" Your brothers yelled when you made your way out to the backyard.

Instantly blushing and wanting to turn around, they never failed to embarrass you.

"Hola" You said waving a bit with both of your hands to end up practically hiding yourself in Fernando's body

"She's usually this shy when she mets new people, after a while knowing her and getting her to open up and show her truly self, you'd like her to come back to the shy-era" Fernando said making the guys laugh a bit

"I'm not that bad" You said pinching his nipple making him yelp, the guys laughing even more

"No, you're worst" Pedri said making you bring your hand up to his nipples but he swatted it away making you giggle "No. She's precious. Guys, this is my little sister Y/N González"

They started to present themselves one by one

"Eric García" A really cute guy said with a smile making you mirror it while taking his hand and giving you two kisses on your cheeks "Nice to finally meet the other González"

That was the start of something with Eric. That entire night he was by your side, chatting and making you laugh; when you visited at prácticas he often got distracted while talking to you, even thought you tried to not talk back to him that much so none of you got whisteled at, but he still kept on it.

Eventually after a year, he asked you out, you thought it was in a friendly way and that the guys were also going to be there so you didn't surprised yourself from it.

"The guys are coming too?" You asked while walking besides him to enter the restaurant

"Mmm... No, it's just us"

Your eyes widened a bit as you let out an "Oh!"

"Why? You don't wanna-?"

"No! Don't get me wrong, I'm fine, this is fine, really. I just thought it would be kinda like a whole-group sort of thing"

"I'm sorry, I should have made that clear-" You cut him off grabbing his hand in yours

"This is fine, Eric" You said with a smile and he nodded smiling back at you

That night, he told you what he has been feeling all these past year and you smiled reciprocating those feelings.

Dates were common, from that moment until he asked you officially to be his girlfriend.

That was seven months ago and you were the happiest you've ever been with Eric at your side, although, you did felt kinda bad, lying and sneaking around your brother, Pedri; wasn't great.

At first yes, it was the excitement, the hurried kisses, long waited touches and gently hand rubs that were too quick for you to enjoy. But then, after the fifth month, you just wanted to let it out, kiss your boyfriend in front of everybody, hug him whenever you wanted it to, take his hand while walking around.

But you couldn't.

"We need to tell him" You said for the third time separating yourself from Eric's lips

"We will"

"When?"

"Soon"

"When the hell is soon coming?" You asked separating yourself from him but still sitting on top of him

Pedri and Fernando were both out. Fernando was with his girlfriend and Pedri was at Gavi's house, both brothers told you they would come back late so you invited Eric in for a lil while

"Nena, I want the same things you want. But I'm afraid how Pedri will react, he's a scary fucker little thing while angry and I don't want him to hate you and cause your relationship with him to break"

"I don't care about it, Eric. I'm not a little girl anymore, I can choose who I date with and he should be happy about my happiness, even if it's with one of his teammates. Besides, if we sit him down and talk to him. He'll get it"

"How would you know that?"

"It's Pepi. I know my brother" You smiled at him leaning up to kiss him

The kiss at first was a cute one but passing time it became more heated and passionate when an angry yell made both of you separate instantly

"¿¡Qué carajos pasa aquí!?" (What the hell is going on here?!) You heard your brother, Pedri

"¡No, no, no! ¡No es lo que crees!" (It's not what you think!) You yelled out

"It isn't?! Weren't you exchanging saliva with one of my friends and teammates?!"

"Pedro, let us explain" Eric said calmly

"Explain what? I told you guys to stay away from my sister and you just come in and do this?! I can't believe you, García"

"Pepi, por favor" (Pepi, please) You asked

"No, Y/N. I really don't want to hear anything from both of you right now" And with that your brother left to his room, the only sound you could hear was the slamming and the door locking.

When you turned around to see Eric's face, his heart broke a bit, watching you with teary eyes and sad expressions was the worst for him.

"It wasn't supposed to end this way" You said before Eric grabbed you by the arms and pulled you into him, letting it out.

After a while, Eric decided the best was the leave, even if he didn't wanted to. This still was your brothers house and he had to respect that. He only could hope, Pedro would come soon to his senses and let you speak.

A week and two days have passed. Nine days in total and Pedri still hasn't spoken to you or to Eric.

It drove you mad. And it drove Eric mad to see you mad.

That's when he decided, he would put an end to all of this.

Coming over to yours after practice, he thanked his lucky stars to see you there. And to see Pedri's car

"Y/N" Your brother, Fernando called "You're needed" He called you downstairs while flashing a warm smile to Eric "I will only say this once... You broke her heart, I will break your legs" Fer said letting him in

You came downstairs, just as Pedri was leaving the kitchen the fourth of you in an encounter.

"Cariño, what are you doing here?"

"I actually..." Eric trailed off looking at Pedri "came to talk with you"

Your brothers, along with you, shoot your eyebrows up from the way he was directing at Pedri

"Pero yo no tengo nada que hablar contigo" (But I don't have anything to talk with you about)

"Of course you do" Eric said "I'm here to tell you to grow up and realize you're hurting your sister with the way you're treating her"

"Eric, don't" You said trying to cut your boyfriend but he shook his head

"I can't count the amount of times you've broken down in tears, sad that your brother isn't talking to you, practically not recognizing your presence just because you've a boyfriend that's his friend and teammate"

Eric continued "I know I said I wouldn't date your sister, but I'm not sorry about it. She had me at her knees only with the fact she pinches both of her brothers nipples to make them stop" Fer laughed lightly as you smiled "After I got to know her, I knew I was gone for her. I fell in love with my friend's sister and I know that you must have felt really bad when you knew it, but you also have to know that she felt horrible lying to you. We were trying to find a way and tell you but that happened"

"And that's why I'm here. I'm here to tell you I'm Y/N's boyfriend, that I love her, I will take care of her and respect her, with my everything. But please; not for me but for her, stop whatever this is. I don't care if you won't talk to me ever again but I will not stand her crying over her own brother"

You were looking ar Eric with teary eyes but a small smile on your face, Fer was stood over the door with a smile too and Pedri was shocked to hear those words come from his friend and teammates mouth.

"Have you really felt this bad because of me?" Pedri asked you as your eyes left Eric's and land on him, softly looking down and nodding "I'm sorry" You looked up

"And I'm sorry too" You said "I didn't wanted to make you upset and I also didn't wanted to lie and hide my relationship with Eric for so long"

Pedri looked at you for a long while and opened his arms with a smile on his face, you smiled and ran to him, hugging your brother tightly

"I love you" You heard Pedro say

"I love you too" You replied

"Is he treating you well?" Pedri asked as you nod lightly

"He better" Fer chimed in

"Yes, he better" Pedri said still with his arms around you "If he doesn't you need to tell us"

"Will definitely do" You say in between laughs

"You break her heart and not only I will break your legs so you cannot play anymore but also I'll chop your dick off" You and your brothers laughed at Eric's reaction

"Don't worry about it. I can't stand a sad expression onto that pretty face" You got out of Pedri's arms and launched yourself at your boyfriends

"I will allow a few kisses but that's it. Don't go crazy, ok, thanks, bye" Pedri and Fernando both left to go towards the living room

"Thank you" You said after separating from him

"No need to thank me, amor. I really can't stand seeing you sad and after all this came out really good"

"With a probability of a dick being chopped off" Eric shrugged with a smile

"Doesn't really bother me" He looked down at you "Why would I ever hurt you if you're my everything?"

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@gaviypedrisbride

[blackacre13]

"I dont like being told what to do" "Dont you though ? Under the right circumstances, of course". Can you please continue the bodyguard fic (but with smut), based on those lines ? Thank u, love your work btw !! :)

Patience shall be needed, but I promise eventual smut and a return of that infamous line for y’all ✨

Part 2 is here: https://www.tumblr.com/blackacre13/719598075443888128/oh-my-god-we-need-parts-2-3-4-and-5-of-the

Here’s part 3:

“Before we head anywhere, I need to see your bedroom.”

Who was being forward now?

“For security purposes,” Lou smirked again, Debbie’s mouth apparently gaping before she forced herself to shut it. “Need to see windows. Exits. Hazards. That kind of stuff. How many ways there are in and out of this place. And I’m gonna want to make it look like you’re home while we’re out. For starters.”

“Right,” Debbie nodded, fumbling towards her room. “For starters.”

Debbie had never been nervous when it came to bringing anyone home. How many dates had she led with a smirk past the couch and up to her bedroom door, hand on the knob, slyly nodding her head towards the room with a silent, knowing look as an invite? But now, now she was nervous and wishing she’d had some sort of notice that a) Danny had hired this gorgeous woman who she could barely look at without forgetting how to formulate words as her personal bodyguard and that b) she was going to ask to see her bedroom.

“Are you—gonna?” Lou prompted, trying to hide her smile as she watched Debbie, who was still frozen in front of the door.

“Right,” Debbie nodded, trying to keep herself together. She twisted the knob, throwing open the door with too much force as it bounced off the wall awkwardly.

“Easy, killer,” Lou snorted, holding her hands up in a show of mercy, but she waited for the brunette’s go-ahead, standing in the doorway as Debbie wandered into her own room, feeling like she had never truly quite stepped foot in her own space before. She was trying her damndest to remove herself from it. Trying to experience it as Lou was. What did she think of it? Impressed? Bored? Could she care less? Did she really need to see it for safety sake or was she just poking around? Trying to find out more about Debbie?

But before Debbie could point out anything or ask a single question, Lou’s face was painted with concentration, that little notebook she’d written the license plate of the car in back in her hands as she scribbled things down, frowning at the window, locking and unlocking the latch. Fingers ghosting along the blinds. Head flicking between the window and the door.

“I want you to keep these closed,” Lou spoke. “We’re going to get you a light that works on a timer too. So it can go on and off even when you’re not home. We’ll set up a pattern just you and I know and of course it won’t match your real schedule. Don’t want anyone catching on to when you’re really here versus when you aren’t.”

“My schedule?” Debbie asked, whipping around, maybe purposely trying to stand in front of a raggedy bunny that sat atop her bookshelf that Danny had gotten her when she was a baby that she maybe still slept with when she felt like shit.

“Ocean, I am your right hand man,” Lou spoke seriously. “Wherever you go, I go. Whatever you do, I do.”

“Isn’t that a poem?” Debbie asked, scrunching up her face.

“Only partially, my dear,” Lou smirked. “E.E. Cummings. But I’m serious. We’re Velcro, you and I. Until all this is through. You want to go to dinner as a thank you? I’m honored. But even if you said you were going to dinner alone, I’d be going with you. You’ll tell me what your typical day is and I’ll be there. Your own personal shadow. Looking out for you.”

“You’re going to be there with me?” Debbie confirmed. “Every step of the way?”

“Every step of the way,” Lou agreed. “Now what are you wearing to dinner? I have some pepper spray I want to make sure we can hide on your body.”

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i love you so much. please continue with the good work of feminising louis and calling him breedable. i didn't know a part of the fandom hated it and now that i do any chance i get i will not stop talking about it.

i cannot stop giggling at this because it's right there in the show louis being all these things.

and thank you for mentioning thr body proportions. i think the height is what is getting people. the way their bodies are built you can even tell they got different briefs about what the show needed them to look like physically

lestat has naturally broad shoulders and louis has narrower shoulders.

lestat built a lean body with little body fat and a flat as concrete torso (sam didn't drink beer for a year) and muscle definition

louis has a slim body but his torso is soft with little muscle definition (jacob got into running)

lestat has longer and slimer legs from the hip down while louis is shorter from the hip down and thicker

and then carol dressed them to accentuate this so louis looks smaller than lestat

hey anon love ya<3 ima be honest idk much of what or who hates what & idc but itd be funny if this backlash against the feminization of ldpdl came from og vc fans cuz lewis also wanted to be wifed n plays roles more typical of female charas in parts of the source material lol.. not to mention rice also wanted cher to play lou n she initially saw louis as her id b4 pivoting to les. i can sympathize w a fanbase of predom. women/ppl aligned w certain experiences being disillusioned w talks about pregnancy/sum1 being ~breedable~& that not being their prerogatives in fictional content but they should understand louis the chara wants to be wifed up lol #takeitupwannerolinnem #notme #beingdesiredbylestatwastheoverturetothatsideofhisnature. a black male chara on ldpdl caliber esp in media w a predom. nb cast [so far] is v subversive to a lot of the one note stereotypes associated w bm in fiction.. a hypocrite of a pimp turned into a hypocrite of a vampire housewife. but i digress lol.

ur right & i think👆🏾these pics do a good job of showing the specifics of the build each actor put on to play their respective charas.. thats so funny jacob said he got into running bc i always joked about how amc louis had the body of a trackstar lol yk how trackstars rly lean all around narrow willowy torsos n shoulders then bam just ass n leg definition out of nowhere. #vindication sam not drinking for a year str8 hes so much stronger than me💔 yea les is lean with definition more around his upper body chest shoulders arms shorter narrow torso both of them r lean just a matter of different proportions. & i think the costuming is genius. early louis rly favored flamboyance & swag in the sense of a black man in his era and les after lou took him to rubensteins [ik the store didnt open until 1924 but shh] n dressed him in tune for the century [what the hell was amc les up to for a hundred years to come in town dressed for his era?] lou rly brought out les finer qualities in the wardrobe just as lou wardrobe brought out his own then as the relationship becomes more #toxic u get costuming that reflects those roles. personally rly love prime mack daddy lou giving savannah james seeing lebron break the scoring record [but ur the lebron of the streets] and brown suit gold tie halo of blond hair lucifer wanting to draw u out of hypocrisy of maintaining humanity as a vampire les in ep2 & mobwife who snitched on her hubby lou and piano recital looking ass les from ep7

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🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Wow, okay, there's just so many songs I like to listen to but maybe I'll post five that I've religiously listening to lately:

Bewitched - Laufey.

Show Me How - Men I Trust.

Perfect Day - Lou Reed.

The Feminine Urge - The Last Dinner Party.

Lithonia - Childish Gambino.

Thank you Ozzy baby for the lovely ask 🥰💕