#i don’t want to tell any of you not to have hope anymore. even lou says to

[sunglassesmish]

God i am full on crying now. This is the worst.. Why??? I am still hoping they will get back together.. but hope is broken now

as my beloved spencer hastings says..

you know what i say about hope. breeds eternal misery

[lemotmo]

So I’ve been thinking…. It seems pretty apparent at this point that LFJ has not been updated to main character status as his fan cult insisted he would. I know that it’s early in filming and he will most likely be around at some point, but certainly not as much as they wanted.

To me, and I think many people in the fandom the writing for Buddie is on the wall. I don’t think journalists would be bringing it up, all the promotions would be involving Ryan, etc if it wasn’t that. There’s a lot of proof around already, showing us and reminding us that last season was setting up Buddie. But I don’t have to tell you that. I know you see it, too.

All that being said, when LFJ is inevitably either not on screen at all, or around for very few scenes and then dumped like the trash that he is, his fans are most likely going to revolt. I mean. They’re already kinda scary and way over the top. With him officially gone, I wonder what they’ll do…. So, do you think he should speak up and address his fans? Address what he did to cause all of this pandemonium? Or will he simply ignore it and move on? Because I worry if he isnt careful that these people will continue to follow his career and wreak havoc wherever he goes, which is just making him look bad. What do you think?

That's a really good question Nonny.

First, it's obvious to anyone with eyes that Lou was never going to get the main character status. This was something that only the radical BT stans believed anyway. 911 already has a lot of main characters and they often have trouble fitting all of their storylines in a single season. They aren't going to add any more main characters.

And even if they would, it certainly wouldn't be Lou. It would be Tracie or Anirudh. They have been on the show longer, have a bigger audience that loves them and they are very popular. The audience only got to see about 20 minutes of Tommy in season 7 alone. That's not very memorable. And yes, I know there was some Tommy in season 2 as well, but let's face it... no one remembered him. I know I didn't. I had to look him up.

I definitely see the Buddie-writing on the wall. It's all there. It started in season 2, but they ramped it up in season 7. The promo was crazy. And once again, they have started it up again. It's very focused on Ryan and Eddie right now, because his story will be the most important in order for Buddie to happen. Buck is already out of the closet. Everyone is just waiting for Eddie now.

I do think we have to brace ourselves for another few Tommy appearances in season 8. This story is too important to be messed up by one single guest actor. He will be there because that's what the story requires. Whether we like it or not, Tommy is a part of the Buddie storyline. He is the guy (read: plot device) that helped Buck out of the closet. Tommy has to play his part in order for Buck to get closer to seeing Eddie as a romantic option.

Do I want to see Tommy back? No, definitely not. Because yes, it will cause problems in the fandom. As soon as it becomes clear that Buck and Tommy aren't going to last very long, there will be those who will start yelling, shouting and generally start being obnoxious.

As for Lou speaking up? No, I don't think he'll even address them anymore. It's obvious that someone has talked some sense into him. It could be a joint effort by Tim, the show, his management, his friends, even the other show he frequently comes back to: SWAT. Whoever it was, they made sure he realised that a cult-like fanbase like that is not a good thing for his career.

So no, I don't think he will speak up. He'll continue to bury his head in the sand in the hopes this will all blow over and the hardcore Lou/Tommy stans will give up and move on. And really, I don't think there's anything else he can do at this point. Whatever he will say, will be misinterpreted and used against either him or other people, in this case: the cast of 911 and the more sane and normal BT and Buddie fans.

The only thing I think he should do, is publicly apologise for those very racist and bigotted instagram posts he made. Because it would only be right to do so and those posts really are a stain on his resume right now. It's all out there on the internet to find. But again, I don't think he will do any such thing.

And yeah, you're right. These radical fans might just follow him to whatever project is next. But ultimately, he is the one who created this problem in the first place, so maybe he should just reap what he sowed.

¯\(ツ)/¯

[seekforwarmth]

hi, lou! 💙

thank you for your great wishes. i really feel better now, don't worry! 🫂

i think i have watched two or three documentaries. can you recommend me your top 3 favorite? 😄

oh, i understand how you feel. i have been in a writing rut for few days. i think was a bit too harsh on myself, because i just want it to be perfect, you know? and i'm not really satisfied with what i have written til now. as you know, this is my first time participating in this kind of fests, so i was wondering... what does a "check-in" mean for the event? my work should be ready til the date of the check-in or...? 😞

it's so good to see louis again. i missed his pretty face so much. he looked so happy and smiley. can't wait to see more from him this year. 🐳

scotland and brazil sound amazing! one of my friends went to study in scotland and after she graduated from college, she decided to stay and work there instead of coming back to my hometown. i have always dreamed about traveling all over the world. the most recent destination i put on my wish list is madeira island. 🦋

my questions for the day: what inspired you to make gifs and gifsets? how did you learn to make them? 😇

take care,

- your secret valentine 🥹

hi, my love! 💖

i’m glad you’re better but just in case, pls know that you always come first.

mind you, i haven’t watched a lot, i have just started so i don’t have favourites yet. but i’ll mention the last ones i watched and maybe they seem of interest to you: “american nightmare”, “keep sweet”, and “escaping twin flames”. check out the warnings though, they deal with heavy topics.

i completely understand you bc it’s how i always feel when writing a fic, i want everything to be perfect, but we’re humans and we’re not perfect. the best thing we can do is just enjoy the process. i know you can’t tell me too much 🤭 but ask yourself what are you most excited to write abt and then write it (a first kiss? a conflict? the end?). it may help you to see with clarity where your story is going. like, i stopped working on my wip for several days bc i can’t seem to write any descriptions but yesterday i was like “what if i just write the dialogues and leave the rest for later?” and that’s what i did, so now i’m excited to keep working on the dialogues and i can add the descriptions later, or change them as the story goes idk. and maybe i’m just biased but to me you’re amazing, and i’m sure your story will be too bc you’re the one writing it. <3

as for the “check-in”, i think they just want to make sure that the person is working on the gift bc if i remember correctly, the creation period marks until february 13th which means you have until pretty much the very last minute to finish everything. i’m so nervous abt it bc it seems so close now but i’m sure we both can do it! 😁

seeing louis was everything i needed and more tbh! i feel that’s why i was extra motivated yesterday. just seeing him makes me extremely happy 🤧

madeira island sounds amazing! i just googled it and it looks like a great place to visit. i hope you get the chance to do it!

ooooof, i hope i don’t bore you with this lol. when i first joined the fandom, i met a person (i won’t name them out of respect bc it’s a unique name and maybe they don’t want ppl to know, they’re not in the fandom anymore) who knew how to make gifs and graphics. i felt like i wasn’t contributing to fandom anything bc the only thing i did was reblogging (which btw that’s already doing so much in this era where no one wants to reblog anything), so i asked this person if they could teach me how to make them. i started with graphics bc it was easier for me to work with pictures and stuff, and once i get the hang of it, i started with gifs. the first ones i made were of louis saying “soccer” for the usaians benefit 🤧 but anyway, even before starting making gifs, i was in a gc with a lot of gifmakers and they were very welcoming but i felt alien being the only one who didn’t know what they were talking abt when they were complaining abt frames, and quality, and colouring 🫠 i have to thank A LOT of ppl in the fandom who used to make tutorials, share their colouring tips, and just in general were very supportive. none of them is in the fandom anymore but you can still see their gifs around heheh. i know i’m not the fastest one making them, but i still feel proud of the quality and the colouring in my gifs <3

i have a question for you! if louis was an actor, what kind of movie would you like him to be in? 🤩

take care, my sweet!

[loulicate-recs]

Hello Hanis, today december 8th and I hope you got to enjoy yourself. My computer decided to stop working so it's been stressful for me, so I hope your day went better than mine! I'm sending you lots of love and kisses anyways :)

You're right when you say England's countryside looks nice! From the few pictures, I've seen it looks very green and lovely overall. It must be a a lot less suffocating than big cities, too, so I very much do understand the appeal. And to answer you're question, I'd very much like to climb up the Macchu Pichu in peru one day, but I'm so out of shape that I'm not sure it will ever be possible—that and I don't even like physical effort to begin with, I just think the view would be beyond this world. I also would like to live abroad, at some point. Somewhere in Europe, not too far from my family and friends. And not necessarily forever either but I've been craving it lately. Not really sure it will be possible though.

I feel like I should have guessed you're an english major with the way you write so beautifully! Must be really tough, so I hope you're enjoying it!

And damn! I feel like we're very much alike. I don’t hate going out but if we do I want it to be planned ahead so I can prepare for it!! And if I go out one day, I want to be able to stay home the following one. I do prefer small gatherings than big crowds, though, it just is easier to me to blend it this way and to have a nice conversation. I like chatting more than partying hdjsksks

I had read your fairy!louis fic before but I spent the morning rereading it because I wanted to remember what exactly you were talking about and mwah it was so damn cute!! Louis was adorable. And babee was really cute! I love them even more now that i know how they came to be. And the sceneries you desrcube are always so special so I can't imagine how beautiful it must look irl! l also reread the fic you wrote about louis initially surrogating before yurning into a full blown mummy and I wanted to kill myself because of how soft everything was. So yeah, I really like your writing so yhank you for filling me in on how it all comes to you!!

The girl you mentionned is an asshole, what even was her problem?? She sounds incredibly pretentious but at the end of the day I'm not that surprised, people love looking down to other people for some reason (that is beyond me and I'll never understand it). I'm really sorry she hurt you and that you don't feel comfy sharing that part of yourself anymore.

Btw, you mentioned being a theatre kid, do you mean you've taken drama classes? Do you like musicals?? I'm sorry I'm so curious!

I also must mention that your taste is immaculate. I would say we're quite similar in that aspect too but I'm once again not so surprised cause I enjoy your fics a lot so it must say something. I'm particularly fond of fairy louis and mummy louis for instance and I can tell how much you love them!! And that specific trope you mentioned is perfect, because after all, Lou, baby amongst babies, goddess amongst goddess, can do no wrong, right jdjjdjddk. What are you reading atm?? Any recs to share? Also!! Do you listen to music when you read?? I find it fascinating that people manage to have music on while reading so I never fail to ask when someone tells me they love to read djdndn

I'm so sad he snipped his hair, it looked so fluffy and made him look like a baby kitten!!! He still looks gorgeous though, and I can tell he's so happy to do the signings and to meet the fans!!! Wanna put him on my pocket and keep him safe because I'm sure he's not taking care of his arm himself, always putting others first. His kindness is beyond this world and I'm living for the small interactions he has with louies. He was so omegaesque with the heater close to his feet, poor bubba gets cold easily!! Safe to say I'd wrap him in a blanket and give him flowers!!! Speaking of which, do you have a favourite flower/plant? I love plants but I can't seem to keep them alive fjdjsj

I think that's all for today!! Love you so much, and take care bubba <3 You seem like a delight and I'm grateful I'm getting to know you more <3 and sorry for the typos!!!

xx

hello hello my beloved santa 🫶 i’m sorry that happened to your computer and you, how is its condition now? if it’s still not working, have you tried plugging in your charger for awhile? usually it’s the problem with the battery :o or did it stop working for a different reason? either way i hope the problem won’t last too long, i know how difficult it is to go on with our daily life without a computer, especially when you’re a student :( and thank you for the love and kisses 🥺 sending mine back (doubled) to hopefully ease your struggle!

this is the first time i heard of machu picchu, i googled it and gosh! it truly got such a scenic view 😭🫶 i hope you’ll get there one day, you will you will no matter what it takes! imagine the feeling of being so high up there… oh how about your high tolerance by the way? do you enjoy being on top of a high place? also, since we both have the same desire to move to europe, i’m gonna start a manifesting circle for the both us 🕯️ do you have any particular reason why europe? as for me, maybe it’s due to the pressure from the society i’m being surrounded with ever since i was a child, but i’d feel like if i just got there, england or at least other countries in europe, i’d be left to my own devices and that’d make me so satisfied.

thank you thank you ❤️ am an english major! english is a really fun thing to do, it leads you to so many opportunities and the fun in it makes it less harder than it seems! although, as i’m particularly majoring in teaching english as a second language, the teaching part makes things a little bit difficult actually. and to think that i’ll be teaching the primary kids after degree when tackling children is certainly not my forte as for now… idk hope i’ll survive!

oh so you like to have conversations :o that’s cool actually, as for me i prefer to settle with silly little jokes and empty comments when i *have* to be around people. honestly i’ve never really confided in in real life people, but i enjoy it when they tell me everything about them! and that’s when those silly little jokes and empty comments from me get in within people’s stories. seems like we’re compatible with each other, if you were up to chat and talk about everything i’d be happily listening to all that you have to say!

YOU reread the fics omg 😭💓 this just made me do a happy little dance thank you thank you for taking your time to read them for the second time 🥹 the pregnant louis fic is one of my favs, i was in my comfiest phase while writing that so it was a great writing for me, that fic. and i can never thank everyone who’s read it enough including YOU my precious, love you <3

sdfgh she’s always been so ‘blunt’ with everyone, everyone in the class are used to it and me too, like i’ve learned not to be offended with what she says after being her classmate for 3-4 years, there are a lot of things that i do not take it to the heart but it’s just that one particular thing about fanfic that got me so 😔❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹 on the brighter side i now know not to over share with just anyone so i won’t end up feeling upset and silly <3

this answer is getting so long im sorry you have to read this 😭 but now you’ve asked about theatre, it’s actually my fav thing to talk about! yes i’ve taken a few drama courses throughout the semesters, did 3 proper drama adaptations and staged all 3 of them! there are some that i did for tutorials during the drama courses too! most recent drama that i joined was a competition in may, it was a one act drama and it’s my most fav cus i was the main character 🥺🫶 the title of the drama was named after the character that i played and we got the third place <3 it was a memorable experience sdfhh i’d show you the pictures if i could tho 😔 i LOVEEEEE musical theatres it’s so fun to watch but i’ve never done it (NOT YET), would love to one day if i have the chance <3

omg again we’re really compatible w each other! i wonder if you’re a writer too 👀 you’re sooooo right louis is perfect could never do wrong 🫶 i’m currently reading the fics in the blff 2022 thread! theres sooo many good fics 🥹 theres so soo many that i want to recommend honestly, currently i’m still recovering from this fic that I’ve just finished. like i said this one makes me justify everything that louis does so in this fic it’s exactly what i do! i literally cried to this fic i wanna defend her honour with all i have! and to answe your question i don’t, CAN’T listen to music while reading! it amazes me to see people do that, i get jealous sometimes when they can vibe to their reading with the music background acting as the catalyst to the reading mood especially when the genre of the music fits the genre of the book??? but i could never… there’s a scientific name for this kind of personality but i can’t remember what it’s called, i can only focus on one task that i’m doing 😭 when i really want to listen to music i will lay down on bed and do nothing! if i listen while doing my chores… either i’ll burn the clothes that i’m ironing or can’t comprehend what song i’m listening to, choose your fighter! so same goes with reading,call me picky but when i read i really need everything to be silent and dark? i can’t even read in peace if there’s sunlight scorching through the curtains god i sound so complicated but it is what it is 😭 what about you? what kind of reader are you :o

“omegaesque” your brain is too pretty for this word! it captures louis as a whole (an hole) i’m not really big on plants/ flowers but i can say that i’m fond of plumeria because of its delicate and small physical! a plumeria looks like what i imagined a perfect flower would look like if i was a kid <3 and YOUR favs? pleasesdfghj have you ever considered just adopting the cacti since they’re the easiest to care for?

this is such a long answer god i’m really really sorry i usually tend to get lost in the way when i write my thoughts… truly contradicts to what i’d speak 😭 btw i hope that your computer is all good now and if it doesn’t please let me know about it! i’ll try to help you as much as i can to solve the problem, sometimes my dad knows how to work with computers so maybe i can ask him!

i want to ask you something but since this is already so long i’ll do it in my next answer! mwah ❤️ thank you for taking your time to talk to me <3

[blackacre13]

Another teacher x student au please

Part 28 is here; Here's Part 29:

Debbie’s hands raked down Lou’s back scratching deep as the blonde moaned until Debbie was cupping her ass, pulling Lou ever tighter against her, heat and wetness mingling between them as Lou started to grind herself against Debbie, moaning at the feeling, Debbie cursing against her, her nails digging into Lou’s skin.

Lou was twitching against her, and she was gritting her teeth, digging into Lou, trying her damndest not to grind back, chasing her own pleasure as Lou’s center met hers again and again, her own clit throbbing and hard, desperate for release. And Lou seemed to know. She always knew. And Debbie could practically cry with relief as Lou leaned in against her neck, sucking hard against it before whispering in her ear: “Fuck me back, pretty girl. Use me.”

“Have you always wanted to do this?” Lou asked suddenly, looking up from her textbook curiously at the brunette. A couple of failed attempts to study and work side-by-side in bed had gone either terribly or wonderfully wrong and they finally had to admit defeat amongst themselves and put each other in time out, Lou know at the countertop in the kitchen, legs swinging, bare feet tapping at the foot of the chair, Debbie curled up in a ball on the couch, glasses perched on her nose, laptop next to her, seeming to be gazing out the window in thought until Lou had called attention to her, her brown eyes now snapping towards Lou’s hungry, blue ones.

“Wanted to sleep with one of my students?” Debbie smirked, her glasses sliding slightly down the tip of her nose as Lou tried to suck back a gust of lust that swept through her.

“No,” Lou chuckled, putting her pen between the pages before she closed her book.

“You’re supposed to be reading for class, baby,” Debbie grinned, still standing up from the couch anyway, sauntering forward as she came up behind Lou’s chair, circling her arms around her as the silk of Debbie’s robe fell against Lou’s shoulders making her hum.

“Then you shouldn’t be so distracting,” Lou pointed out, tipping backwards so Debbie could kiss her on the forehead. “But I’m serious.”

“Have I always wanted to do this, meaning be a professor?” Debbie asked, settling in the seat beside Lou, lifting her legs up and piling them on top of the blonde as Lou failed to pretend to be annoyed.

“Any of it, I guess,” the blonde shrugged. “The teaching. The subject. Sometimes, it’s just so infuriating and frustrating and overwhelming and just all too much. It’s just—“

“I think that’s junior year talking,” Debbie sighed, nodding her head knowingly. “If you’re not questioning your entire life, you’re not doing college right.”

“It’s never been something I’ve questioned before,” Lou admitted, looking to Debbie almost nervously as she started fidgeting with her abandoned highlighter.  “And I guess it’s a bit selfish now too,” the blonde whispered, looking down.

Debbie frowned, leaning over towards the younger woman, putting her hand in hers, rubbing her thumb in circles against her palm, whispering to her.

“It’s never selfish to question your dreams,” Debbie murmured. “Or to have them at all, my sleeper.”

“What if it’s not just about my dreams anymore?” Lou asked, looking up at Debbie with teary eyes.

“Is this where you give me the talk?” Debbie grinned, biting back a laugh as she squeezed Lou’s hands. “You know you can tell me anything, love. I promise.”

“You know I want to teach,” Lou breathed shakily. “And I’d hope you wouldn’t have even considered me as your teaching assistant if you didn’t think I could actually be a professor someday. And I know we’ve already had this talk where you told me, even if there wasn’t an us, we would still have this working part of our relationship, and I’d still have this job as your TA. And I—I appreciate your honesty with me more than you know. Being real about my passions and my talent and being able to see both sides of me as your student and your…I don’t know? Person? But—“

“Lou,” Debbie breathed, her own hand squeezing suddenly as if she were nervous now in exchange. “Honey, I told you, and I mean it, if this is something you don’t want anymore. If this is too much, then there’s no pressure. I can’t pretend it doesn’t mean anything, but if you want to break—“ Debbie sniffed, trying to keep her composure as her voice went shaky, her hand gripping Lou’s ever tighter.

“I’m in love with you.”

The words seemed to spring out from Lou’s chest without control before she recoiled against herself as if she couldn’t believe she’d said the words out loud. But she didn’t want to snatch them back; she just couldn’t believe she was saying them to Debbie.

“I definitely could have picked a better way to admit that—“ Lou chuckled nervously, letting out a squeal as the rest of Debbie’s body joined her legs on Lou’s lap, throwing herself at her as she kissed her deeply, tugging at her lip, moaning into her mouth, Lou panting and laughing, trying to kiss her back and catch her breath all at once until they pulled apart, laughter and tears streaming between them.

“Say it again,” Debbie whispered, smiling down at her, wrapping her leg’s around Lou’s hips, straddling her tight.

“I’m in love with you, Debbie,” Lou murmured, kissing her softly.

“You’re not alone, my sleeper,” Debbie whispered, kissing her back. “I am madly in love with you, Lou. You’re not the only one having trouble getting work done around here because you’re distracted.”

“Distracted?” The blonde smirked. “Care to share with the class some examples?”

[knpjpr]

fucked up. | jjk sm au

⇆series: #fake

⇆main ship: gamer!jungkook x student!reader

⇆genre: angst, angst, and angst and then some fluff

⇆word count: 4.5K (unedited)

⇆warnings: theres cussing, unprotected sex, (wrap it up smh.) riding, dirty talk, tension between yn and jungkook, slut shaming, taehyung x lou ;), taejoon friendship confirmed, jimin and yoongi fight, jungkook and yn fight, everyone is messy tbh

⇆ a/n: if you'd like to be added to the taglist, send me an ask + time stamps are in this part for a reason

Yn ; October 31th | 11:21 pm

The minute you and Lou are entering the house, everything is in full swing. People scattered all around, some at the bar table filling their cups with whatever type of booze they could, others dancing, playing beer pong, and much more that you knew Jin would throw a fit about later.

Lou is parting ways with you, automatically walking her way to the booze table and pushing some guy you’ve never seen over as you make yourself home to a space on the couch. Lou looked pretty, just like your dark angel costume, she’d placed herself in a white version, the curve of her body showing nicely. She was indeed a pretty angel.

Taehyung is the second person who you see tonight, walking up to you with the same smile you’ve known since fifth grade. “Care if I join you?” He’s noticeably a vampire, the corners of his mouth leaked with fake blood as his red contacts contrast with the costume.

“Sure, Lou went and ditched me… as usual.”

He’s laughing, the only sound that made you feel comfortable in this crowded house full of people you’ve seen but never made the time to get to know. The two of you had finally been able to talk after a long time and it was nice. You and Taehyung were good friends and you hoped it stayed that way.

“I like your costume.” He says, taking a quick glance over at your outfit, but deciding that if he looked any further it would make you uncomfortable.

You’re smiling at him this time, settling into the party as your side tucks into his. “You want something to drink?” Nodding slowly, Taehyung is standing up and walking towards the bar table.

It had been a few minutes of you sitting there when you decided to walk around the place. Loud music with people’s chatter to overlap with it. You easily are swinging past bodies, trying to find Taehyung’s figure who wasn’t at the bar table any more. It wasn’t until you feel a hand on your shoulder when you are close by the backyard sliding doors that you stop. “Hey.”

You turn and there Jungkook is, red solo cup in hand, and a smile placed on his face as your heart pounds. He looks hot, black hood over his head with clown makeup decorating his face, his jeans ripped like always. His costume was simple, but even so, still made your heart race.

He had been waiting to see you all night, got here early due to Namjoon’s request to get out the house and help, and so seeing you here made his heart happy, made him happy.

He’s taking a long glance down your body, swallowing hard when he notices that you aren't wearing alot to cover your figure, parts of your body like your cleavage and thighs on full display to him. “Like what you see?” You tease as he frowns down at you, which has you laughing, unintentionally placing your hand on his chest.

His gaze softens the minute your touch is all he feels. “Why don’t we go somewhere quieter?” He asks, watching as you move closer to him every time someone pushes past you. “Sure, follow me.” You say as you slip your hand into his and start leading him past others, not noticing the blush that rises on your cheeks.

Namjoon ; October 31th | 11:37 pm

Namjoon was a tall.. a little too tall handsome guy, to which he had found out by the longing glances he would get from girls and even so guys. This was not his usual thing, never had himself at a party so he was determined to find someone he knew and hang with them for the majority of the night.

Slipping past a few people, he’s coming into sight of Taehyung, choppy brown hair displaying in messy waves as a red solo cup had been accompanying him for the night. Namjoon is walking up to him, dimples on full display, which has Taehyung splitting his gaze from something to him in an instant. “Yo dude, like your costume.”

Namjoon did not plan to go all out for this simple halloween party, and seeing as Jin told him that it was a costume party, he opted to dress up as his future career. He wore a bright orange nasa jumpsuit, one that his mom bought him per his request. He wanted to be an astronaut and sure hell this kid could do it.

“Thanks.” Namjoon takes a seat beside Taehyung, finally realizing that his attention wasn’t on the 5’11 tall ass guy seated next to him, but rather on a shorter girl who’s doe eyes were scanning around the kitchen.

Namjoon recognized her almost instantly, didn't even have to question it by the way Taehyung is sighing hard. “When has she looked that pretty, and why am I just realizing this.” He blurts, Namjoon not knowing if he’s talking to him or to the air that this party didn’t have enough of.

“Why don’t you talk to her?” Taehyung cocks his head in Namjoons direction, an unrecognizable look on his face. He had been watching her the minute he assumed you found Jungkook, his gaze not being able to falter at all from her direction.

“I don’t know man, I don’t want to fuck up our friendship.” Taehyung admits, he didn’t know whatever the feeling that he felt right now was. But he did know if he were to explore it, he could possibly fuck it all up.

“Well, you never know. That’s why they are called “leaps of faith,” namjoon shifts in his spot on the couch, watching as the girl they had been looking at is startly approached by another figure. “You never know. If you don’t go, others will.”

Taehyung doesn’t need to be told twice, getting up from his seat the minute the girl’s face crinkles in uncomfortableness at the other unknown guy. Taehyung didn’t know what would come out of him and Lou, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t ignore how he felt at that moment.

Jimin ; November 1st | 12:03 pm

If there was one thing Jimin knew, it was that costumes at Halloween parties are not mandatory. He very much disliked dressing up in some tacky costume, like a couple who had just walked past him as a firefighter and a dalmation. Fucking lame.

Instead, Jimin dressed hot, dressed in clothes that he wore all the time, but for Yoongi, it made his heart pound and Jimin knew that. Could tell all just by the way Yoongi would take long glances the whole ride to Jin’s and would constantly suck in air the minute Jimin is softly brushing against him.

Jimin had been seated on one of the bar stools in the den of Jin’s house, carefully watching as Jin and Yoongi go at it in a round of beer pong. Yoongi was losing terribly, his attention too intertwined with the blonde that was sitting comfortably behind him.

Jin’s turn was next, only had three more cups to go before Yoongi was completely plastered, which meant that Jimin would have to drive them home. Yoongi was already starting to become drunk, the smell of booze making Jimin’s nose crinkle in a cringe. Drinking was overrated.

Jin takes one of the balls in his hands, angling his hand as he squints before chucking the ball, the sound of a plastic ball hitting liquid making Yoongi groan. “F-fuck man.” Yoongi grunts, slipping the ball out of the cup before tipping the cup up to his lips and chugging the rest of its contents.

Jimin watched with distaste, Jin smirking widely before waiting for Yoongi to try his shot with the remaining eight cups left on Jin’s side. “Man, I think it’s far to see I've won.” Jin says taunting but Yoongi glares hard at the older male. “You, you shut your big lip ass up. I can do it just fine you f-fucker.”

Yoongi reaches his hand down into the small basket full of ping pong balls, grabbing the plastic orb and trying to copy Jin’s movements, but failed with a drunken stance, the ping pong ball bouncing off the table and onto the floor.

“S-shit.” He groans, Jin smirking as Jimin rolls his eyes. There was no way that Yoongi was going to win and it was starting to annoy Jimin because he was sitting here watching him just drink and drink.

Soon enough Yoongi was sipping down his last drink, proving ultimately that Jin won fair and square. “Damn dude, usually you beat me. Must be my lucky day.” Jin laughs out and Jimin slips off from the bar stool. “I’m going to go get me some water.”

Yoongi being completely plastered was a bad thing. Not only was he extremely clumsy but he was ill-tempered and acted rash and right on the spot. So the minute he’s coming to the conclusion Jimin’s leaving him behind, he’s turning fast and accidentally spilling the remainder of booze on Jimin’s clothes.

“Fuck! Baby I didn’t mean to.” Yoongi says, not paying attention to the looks people are starting to give the minute they realize what just left his mouth.

Jimin didn’t care about his clothes, but what he did care about was Yoongi just outting them out. Outting him out. Yoongi had been trying to wipe away the stain with his hand, not even understanding that wasn’t how it worked.

Jimin slapped his hand away, Yoongi’s face forming into a frown as he realized Jimin was pissed. “Don’t fucking touch me.” Yoongi finally realized around him that people were watching, looking back at Jimin.

And here came the ill-temper that Yoongi had when drunk.

“Are you fucking embarrassed of us? What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Yn ; October 31th | 11:42 pm

You had found no one occupying Jin’s guest room, slowly leading Jungkook inside and locking it so no one could come busting inside and interrupting the two of you. Which was usually drunks and or people looking for places to fuck.

Jungkook sat on the end of the bed, his usual man spreading pose coming into your line of sight. It makes you blush, having to stop yourself from being anymore of a fool that you could possibly be.

“Hey, you can come sit too.” Patting with persistence you’re sitting down with a slight giggle that has Jungkook smiling back at you. He had noticed the blush that placed your cheeks, his starting to burn.

“You’re blushing.” You blurt out, that has Jungkook flinching as a slightly irritated look was on his face. “You’re the one who’s blushing.” He says, eyebrows furrowed as you look away from, trying to cool down your face.

“It’s because of you,” he speaks out, his straightforwardness never faulting in his personality. You turn your head to face him, face bright red with doe eyes piercing his gaze. “It’s because of you that is making me blush.”

At this moment your heart is beating fast, his body shifting closer to yours as you swallow hard. Jungkook has always been clear cut, always knew what he wanted, but when you came along, his dynamic changed. He wanted you, and he wanted to prove it.

“Tell me if you don’t want to.” That’s all he says as he waits for your response. Your heart almost about to burst out of your chest. You wanted this, for him to kiss you again and to be wrapped up in just him. “Go ahead..”

That is all you had to say before his lips are in the space of yours, hearts beating at the same pace together. His hand slowly creeped up and intermingled with yours. Your stomach filled with butterflies, his warmth and smell surrounding your senses.

The next thing you knew, you were spread out on the sheets of Jin’s guest room, Jungkook’s flushed face and deep breaths as he doesn’t know what he wants to do first. “I don’t have a condom.” He says, because obviously he didn’t think he would be over your naked body like this, about to fuck you like this.

Your response is filled with shyness, the fact you’ve never let someone look at you like this, and because he didn't know he looked so adorable at this moment. Hair standing up every which way, eyes hooded, and cheeks pink. “You can continue..”

“Is this your first time?" He asks as though that should be the response to what was about to happen. You can't help the giggle that tumbles from your lips, gesturing along to his slightly shocked face. "Yeah, it is." 

He's coming over to you, looking you in the eyes as you slightly bite a hold on your lip. "Ah, uhm okay. I’ll be gentle, just tell me if anything is hurting." He talks distractedly as he investigates your body and you can't tell if he’s nervous or just doesn't know what he’s doing.

Whenever he's settled on his decision, he's moving to lay over you once more, your legs spread out towards him. Going to press another kiss to your mouth, however you're halting him before your lips are contacting. "You can chill too, you know? I don’t expect this to be perfect." 

He’s nodding his head, before sitting up and pulling his shirt off his head, which was the last article of clothing that made the two not fully naked.

"How about you ride me," An idea that plainly flew into his head, however he's finishing, moving back and onto his back. You couldn’t help the blush that crept up on your face the minute his hands came in contact with your waist, placing you above his torso.

He’s moving to align himself perfectly with your entrance, a slight moan escaping from your lips the minute you're slowly slipping to be seated on him. He groans, his hands coming to make a place on your hips. You didn’t know what to do at first, this had been your first time, and it wasn’t like you were taking notes on how to be fucked.

It was the way he would moan differently that had you figuring out a better pace for the both of you. His head had been placed back into his pillow, at an angle to where he could watch how your tits would bounce and exactly how your wetness would pool down onto his dick. “God fuck baby, you feel so fucking good.”

His words rolled off his tongue with such ease, you hadn’t been uncomfortable at all by his dirty talk. And he knew that just by the way your walls would clench and a longed out whine would slip past your lips. If you did that again he probably would have cum right then and there.

His hands held a tighter grasp on your hips the minute you were placing your hands to rest on his chest, your hips rolling at a quicker pace, his dick rubbing up and down on your walls. “Fuck..” His tip slips back as you bring down your hips back onto him. 

“Yeah baby, just like that." He praises, voice stressed as he feels his cock jerk somewhere inside you. He's not even sure where you learned this, because plot twist you didn’t learn it anywhere. Your pussy fixes around him at the finish of his words and it pushes him to the edge, making him throw his head back again.

It’s when he’s feeling his high coming that he’s moving your back, your chest pressed to his as he’s moving his legs and thrusting into your pussy. You moan loudly, his nails digging into your hips as your hands are tangled in his hair. Lips finding each other as you could feel your climax reaching too.

He doesn’t stop his fast thrusts until your moaning non stop, the feel of your nails digging hard into his hair, legs shaking uncontrollably as the two of you are hitting your climax. The sound of his moans mixing with yours as the only person you thought about was him.

His arms stay around your body until the roll of your hips transforms into little jerks, gasped breaths hitting his neck which has him smiling softly. His neck cranes so he can get a decent glance at your face, a fucked out smile on your face. “Damn, dick that good?” He teases as he feels a huff pressed to his skin.

You're fast to turn in his arms, scrunching your nose as you gaze toward him. "You suck, you really looked hot in that costume," He laughs loudly at that, as he rests his nose in the crook of your neck. You're immediately loaded up with warmth as his arms wrap themselves around your waist. He wanted nothing but to stay in this moment with you.

An all around recognizable feeling starts to pool in your stomach. It was beginning to get harder to contain your complete infatuation with Jungkook, to hold yourself back from falling excessively fast. The way he had been holding onto you gently, drawing circles with his fingertips, and even humming softly, you knew you were fucked.

Yn ; November 1st | 12:37 pm

Soon enough Jungkook is slipping away from your grasp, checking the constant notifications dinging from his phone which made him shoot up from the bed and hurry up to put on his clothes.

“Woah- Is everything okay?” You ask, pulling the sheets with you to cover yourself. Jungkook could see the worried expression on your face, “Yeah baby, don’t worry Hoseok needs me down stairs, Jimin and Yoongi are fighting.”

The minute you are hearing his words, you have to digest. First, he called you baby and boy did you like it, and second Jimin and Yoongi were fighting? You were shocked, hurrying to get out of bed but Jungkook is stopping you.

“No. You stay here okay? I’ll come back after it’s all done, it’s just so you don’t get hurt.” That’s all he says before he’s rushing out of the room leaving you with a shocked and worried feeling.

It had been about twenty minutes and Jungkook still hadn’t come back, so you decided that you would go see what was going on by yourself.

Walking down the stairs in one of Jin’s hoodies and shorts, you heard a lot of yelling, but most importantly crying. Slipping through a few people your heart almost broke at the sight.

Jungkook had been holding back Yoongi as Hoseok and Jin did the same with Jimin, Yoonig’s face streaming with tears, eyes red and nose bloodshot. “Why the fuck are you so scared huh?? Am I nothing to you?!?” He screams, trying to claw out of Jungkook’s hold as Jimin’s eyes are just as hurt as Yoongi’s are. “I never said shit about that Yoongi! I just wished you would have given me time!”

Yoongi can’t control what he’s feeling at that point, tears still streaming as he’s still trying to fight his way out of Jungkook's hold. “You’re my fucking boyfriend Jimin?! Why is that so hard to accept??” Everyone is shocked as Jimin breaks down. You had never seen Yoongi so hurt before, never seen him cry and sure as hell never seen him interested in someone. Jimin doesn’t even look Yoongi in the eyes before he’s leaving, slipping past people who were recording, tears streaming through both of their eyes. Yoongi screams after him, begging him to stop walking and come back but Jimin doesn't and you could tell it broke Yoongi more.

Soon enough Jin announces the party will continue and for no one to panic as him and Jungkook lead Yoongi up towards his room, trying to calm down the crying guy with every walk.

You needed something to drink after that, today was a lot to process and a drink from whatever was in the bottle that was in your hand would suffice. “Now bitch, boy do I have some tea to spill for you.” Lou’s voice rang from beside you, a bright smile on her face.

She instantly notices you’re in Jin’s clothes, but decides that she’ll ask you about it later, but first she needs to tell you about what she just experienced. “Girlfriend guess who just kis-” She doesn’t even get to finish her sentence before someone is walking up.

Lou steps beside you the second her personal space is being invaded, the look on the guys face nasty and uncomfortable. “I’m glad I finally found you again, I never got to ask your name before that one guy came.”

From the way Lou shudders and the way he talks you can tell she’s met him and doesn’t want to again. “Listen dude, she’s not interested.” You speak up, but the guy doesn’t take his hint, a sour look on his face the minute you’re interjecting.

“Listen bitch, why don’t you go get fucked somewhere else alright?”

He’s motioning towards Jin’s clothes, a ping in your chest the minute you realise he just slut shamed you, an instant feeling of discomfort coming through your skin. Lou is seconds from saying something before Taehyung is stepping behind the guy and coughing loudly.

The guy falters, looking over his shoulder and swallowing down. “You know what? I think my friend just called me.” No one gets to say anything before he’s walking fastly away, a worried expression on Taehyung’s face. “Yn? You alright?”

You couldn’t move, the minute you are hearing the concerned voices of Lou and Taehyung has you unintentionally crying. Taehyung doesn’t know what to do when he sees this, softly reaching out and grabbing a hold on your arm and pulling you into a hug.

Jungkook ; November 1st | 1:13 pm

Jungkook helps Jins put Yoongi on his bed before he’s walking across the room into the guest room and being hit with emptiness. He rushed downstairs and looked across the house only to see people going back to what they were doing.

It’s when he looks toward the kitchen that he sees you, but what he sees makes his thoughts run loose. He couldn’t deny that since the day he had proposed to “fake date” that maybe you still thought of it like that and even so, liked Taehyung.

He was pissed, pissed because now he was convincing himself that you played him, pissed at himself for slowly falling for you when he shouldn’t have. He’s walking over towards the kitchen area and clawing you out of Taehyung’s grasp. “Man what the fuck.” Taehyung frowns hard at the younger guy, but Jungkook isn’t looking at him.

“I think it’s time to end the deal.” Jungkook seethes through his teeth, his jaw clenched as you looked confused. Lou and Taehyung were confused behind him. “Jungkook why are you ups-” He doesn’t let you finish, the grip on your hand tight. “I was stupid to think you liked me, but you know what that’s what I get huh? I mean I was the one who suggested for you to fake date me to get over Taehyung for Lou. But even still it looks like Taehyung likes you over her.”

“You did WHAT??” And that’s when shit hits the fan. Jungkook’s eyes widen the minute he realizes what he’s said, Lou scrunching her fists around the cup she had in her hands, liquid spewing out.

“What a load of bullshit.” She doesn’t even look at Jungkook, her cold gaze directed towards you. You had seen this look before, always toward her mom or her brother when they severely pissed her off, but now it was directed toward you for the first time.

“I knew it was all fucking weird. But you two seriously took me for a fucking fool huh? I can’t believe this is what you do behind my back.” You were scrambling, trying your best to not break down. “Lou it’s not what you think-” She doesn’t let you finish either, grabbing a bottle of alcohol and throwing it on the floor, breaking it. “So this is the kind of friend you take me for!!” She looks you dead in the eyes, before turning around and realizing that Taehyung had heard Jungkook’s words. She couldn’t do this, turning around fully and running away, out the house or somewhere in the house, just anywhere away from there.

You push your way out of Jungkook’s grasp, making him realize that he fucked up the minute that he’s watching your back, your figure running away and out the house. You had just lost your best friend and the guy you were falling for all in one night.

↫ masterlist ↬

— "first loves have always been confusing, but when you're bestfriend confesses she likes someone, your willing to do anything, even fake date and even so, find your first love."

⇆a/n: if you want to be added to the taglist, send me an ask - (if you aren’t being tagged. turn notifications on)

TAGLIST: @pjmriri @yoongiofmine @shatzkrinslinzki @sereni-soo @avke @betysotelo18 @she-is-dreaming @jkslachimolala @rageyoudamnednerd @teti-menchon0604 @peachy-skz0325 @shreyuuu @pvt-only @lovelytaes-blog @awseokjin @girlwiththeglittereyeliner @tanumiki

[stellar-imagines]

HEADCANONS REQUEST: ❝super saiyan S/O.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto ]

「Headcanons of Midoriya, Bakugou and Todoroki with S/O who has a quirk similar to a Super Saiyan from Dragon Ball Z.」

MIDORIYA IZUKU 

♤ Midoriya is always interested in quirks, he will never pass up a chance to discover new quirks and their abilities. He was surprised to learn that it wasn’t actually a quirk and that you were just born like this. Superhuman strength, durability, speed, and reflexes. Seeing all that in person was just unreal, Midoriya is already in love. After all, this guy is weak for strong women like yourself. He’s dying to know more about your abilities ties and superhuman traits. But you know how it is for him, he’s very nervous around girls.

♤ Already has his notebook open when you decide to tell him about how your power actually works. This boy will listen to every single word you tell him, making sure he never missed any details. For the things he missed, he would ask you to repeat it. You'd go on and on about how you became a Super Saiyan, the science behind S-Cells, and different forms of a Saiyan. He'd ask you a lot of questions as if he were a student and you were a teacher giving a lecture.

♤ You are what Midoriya aspires to be in the future. You were strong, skilled, and able to hold your ground when facing villains. He admires you greatly and it shows through how he always seems to stare at you while you're training. This results in him not being aware of the things around him, sometimes he'd end up getting injured. His admiration and respect for you slowly turned into affection. It was his friends who pushed him into confessing.

♤ When you both started dating, this boy is still in the “Oh my god, I can’t believe someone as amazing as you is dating me.” stage for 2 whole weeks. He finds it very unbelievable that you accepted his confession. Midoriya puts a lot of effort into your relationship. This guy has a lot of dates planned in mind but he’s too nervous to ask you out. He will try to bring it up casually, making sure you were free during the weekend. Dates with him are always fun, he’s easily amazed by a lot of things and you can’t help but think that its kind of cute.

♤ Training sessions with him are just different. Midoriya was no longer the shy, timid, and easily flustered boyfriend anymore. He’s brash and reckless. This guy goes all out with you, because he knows how strong you were and that it will take a lot for him to defeat you. He gets a bit frustrated when he gets close to beating you in training, its kind of cute. Due to the similar nature of your quirks, you're always giving him a piece of advice that helped him countless times.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

☆ You got this boy whipped from the getgo. Bakugou couldn't take his eyes off of you for even a second. The way you fought and moved during training struck a chord inside him. At first, he was shocked and began to think how unfair the world was, blessing you with such a great ability. After learning that you were basically just inhuman, he wasn't a happy man. He declares you as his rival in front of everyone, and from that day onwards, he's constantly asking you to spar with him.

☆ Despite all that, Bakugou is really weak for you. He admits that you're strong and the most likely to become a great hero to reach the high ranks in the future in Class 1-A. But he never tells anyone that of course, he'd kill himself if that slips out. As time passes, Bakugou couldn't control the growing affection he had for you. It didn't take long for him to realize his feelings thanks to his friends. It eventually led him to confess to you.

☆ Bakugou is very frustrated that you're much stronger than he is. He's very prideful and kind of had this imagination that he'd be the one protecting his S/O. But seeing how strong you were, it was evident that you're able to defend yourself without any help from him. But he's super proud of you and he doesn't bother hiding that fact. He's proud to be dating you but is very against PDA. Don't get me wrong, he loves giving you kisses and hugs but he prefers things like that to be more private.

☆ He loves training with you, its one of his favorite way to spend time with you. Bakugou had always wanted a sparring partner and someone who would join his workout. The two of you would train on hand-to-hand combat most of the time. Sometimes he would take you to the gym where you both will do the same sets together. The two of you will help one another with your reps, he particularly likes having you sit on his back while he does some pushups. 

☆ You like to call it Super Saiyan and a form that transcends human and closer to becoming God. Something about being able to reach the most powerful form of a Saiyan. You explained to him about the different forms of a Saiyan as well as the science behind S-Cells required to take on the form of a Saiyan. It confused him from time to time and he eventually gives up. You just explained it in the simplest form and just told him that your hair stands up whenever you enter Super Saiyan mode.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

♡ Definitely not the type to get overwhelmed with how strong you were. It didn't change the fact that he finds your superhuman abilities to be quite interesting. He has never heard of someone not having a quirk and was just inhuman. Todoroki gets curious about your quirk which caused him to initiate a conversation with you. He's not the type who would challenge people and call them his rival or anything. But he's always expecting something amazing from you.

♡ Seeing you in action multiple times made him fall in love with you more and more. He just likes watching you in action, how you were always adapt in different situations. You always performed well during training and surprising him with things that he thought were impossible to do.

♡ Todoroki has no idea how this Super Saiyan thing of yours work at all. Believe me, he tried his best to understand how it works. But once you began going on about S-Cells, Super Saiyan forms, Ultra Instinct, and whatnot, he's already lost. As your S/O, he wants to know everything about you, especially your quirk — ability. You've assured him that it was not necessary but he makes it his goal to decipher your superhuman abilities. So if you feel someone staring at you while you train, don't worry, its just Todoroki.

♡ Todoroki doesn't train that often but if you happen to be the type who would train after classes, he would gladly accompany you. Sometimes he would sit there and watch you, occasionally clapping when you pulled off some cool move. Sometimes he would join you, whether it be sparring or normal workouts in the gym. Todoroki is a great gym partner because he always helps you stretch and keep up with whatever you do.

♡ It doesn't show in his face, but Todoroki is thrilled to be dating someone as amazing as you. He slowly learns about the nature behind your superhuman abilities, as well as the things you could do with it. He shows his affections in an awkward manner but his love for you is so obvious to everyone. He would stare at you unconsciously and buy things that reminded him of you out of instinct. He's not the PDA type and is more of the type who would spoil you with gifts and surprises.

Total: 1313 words Published: 18.09.2021

Thank you for requesting! ｡٩(ˊᗜˋ)و*｡ You cannot believe how long I had to sit and listen to my friend's explanation on Super Saiyan and stuff...... But I played Dragon Ball Legends before so I know a thing or two We hope you liked it! ― author Lou

Thank you for requesting it! I don't watch Dragon Ball Z and all I know is Kamehameha. Hope you enjoyed this! ― author Natsuki

Requests are closed! Matchups are closed!

Please do not mind the grammar mistakes and typos.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Plank All Over Me - 72 Questions With Vogue Edition

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Plank All Over Me Series Masterlist

Regular Masterlist

“Hi. I’m here from Vogue. Mind if I ask you a few questions?”

“Oh, hey. Didn’t see you there.” You flirtatiously flipped your perfectly curled hair over your shoulder and winked at the camera. “Come on in.”

You walked inside your house, and gestured for the camera man to follow. In preparation for the interview, you and Tom had gotten out every award you’d ever won and strategically placed them around the house. You smiled at the camera and rubbed your hand over your growing baby bump.

“Welcome to my crib. Sorry it’s such a mess.” You rolled your eyes and faked a laugh, knowing the house was far from being a mess. You kept walking and saw Tom in the living room, polishing on of his awards with a feather duster.

“Oh my stars.” You feigned a gasp once you spotted Tom. “Is that my husband, the critically acclaimed movie star and Lip-sync battle winner, Tom Holland? I had no idea he was home.” You winked at the camera again.

“Oh, hello.” Tom stopped dusting and posed with a smile. “Don’t mind me. I was just cleaning this.”

“Might want to give that a dusting too.” You pointed to one of your awards before sending the camera another huge smile.

“Are you guys ready to answer some questions?” The camera guy asked.

“I was born ready.” Tom concurred with a smile.

“You were a C section baby.” You reminded him. “You weren’t even born.”

“I was removed ready.” He kept the same tone in his voice.

“Where did you meet?” The camera man asked as you and Tom began to walk towards your backyard.

“We met at BBC Radio 1 while doing the Plank All Over Me challenge.” Tom answered.

“Where was your first date?”

“Cracker Barrel.” You winked at the camera as you opened your back door. Tom laughed and shook his head at your joke.

“It was not. We got milkshakes at an Ice Cream Shop in Soho.” He corrected you.

“Who made the first move?”

“Why, he did.” You touched a hand to your heart. “He found me after the planking challenge, both our arms sore and aching, and asked me out on a date. We’ve been together ever since.”

“When you did you move in together?”

“About six months into the relationship when I realized she had a bigger bathroom than me.” Tom answered as he took a seat in one of your decorative deck chairs.

“How long have you been together?”

“Since September 29, 2019 at precisely 6:33 p.m.” You responded.

“Wow. Just a year?”

“Realistically, we’ve been together for a few years, but that’s when this series was first posted.” You shrugged. Tom and the camera blinked in confusion for a few minutes as they processed what you said.

“Moving on.” The camera man cleared his throat. “Tom, how did you pick an engagement ring?”

“I went into the shop and I said “which is the least expensive because I’m trying to buy a Porsche” and that’s how she ended up with this bad boy.” Tom smirked as he held up your hand to show off your engagement ring.

“I can’t wait to tell our baby that story.” You played along as you rubbed your baby bump.

“When did you know you wanted to propose?”

“As soon as she started whining because the planking was hurting her arms, I knew she was the one.” Tom joked.

“Did you know he was going to propose?”

“Surprisingly, no.” You laughed. “It’s the one secret he’s ever kept.

“I nearly got an ulcer from trying to keep it from her.” Tom blew out a breath.

“Who planned the majority of the wedding?”

“I did.” You declared. “I had to text Tom the morning of the wedding to remind him where the venue was.”

“Did either of you cry?”

“As soon as I mentioned the yoga challenge in my vows, the whole room was sobbing.” Tom teased.

“How big was the reception?”

“Let’s just say, we had all the Avengers there.” Tom nodded.

“All the important ones, anyway.” You joked. “Mackie couldn’t make it.”

“How did you spend your honeymoon?”

“We went to Bali and didn’t see any of it.” Tom smirked, earning a playful smack on the arm from you.

“What’s been your favorite video together?”

“I loved the prank with Josh.” You answered with a smile.

“I didn’t.” Tom shook his head. “I nearly threw hands with a ginger that day. I quite liked the friendship test.”

“What video gave you the fondest memories?”

“Spill your Guts, for sure. That’s when I learned about the existence of this one.” Tom beamed as he rubbed your baby bump.

“What was your least favorite video to film?”

“We already know Tom’s answer.” You chuckled.

“Prank interview.” He stated. “To this day, I hate it.”

“Did you see yourself getting married when you first met?”

“All I saw were the nose hairs in Tom’s nostrils when we first met.” You laughed. “After all, he did plank on me for six and a half minutes.”

“I had a feeling we would.” Tom smiled shyly. “Or a hope, at least.”

You pouted at his sincerity and leaned forward to kiss him, which his happily accepted.

“Have you thought of baby names?”

“Josh.” You answered immediately and Tom groaned.

“I’m kidding.” You rolled your eyes. “I really like the name Ryan Reynolds though.”

”What are you hoping for?”

“An oscar.” Tom answered at the same time you said “A divorce.”

“You already want a divorce?” The camera man laughed.

“Oh, not a divorce from Tom.” You assured him. “I want Ryan Reynolds to divorce Blake Lively so he can marry me instead.” You explained as Tom nodded along.

“And I want to die every time she says that.” He cracked a smile.

“Let’s get back to the baby questions.” The camera man said as you began to move around the yard. “Do you know the gender?”

“We do.” Tom said deviously. “But we’re not telling.”

“Do you think the baby will be more like their mother or their father?”

“Definitely me.” You stated.

“Why are you so sure?”

“Because Tom’s not the father.” You smiled sweetly. Tom stared at the camera with an unamused expression and shook his head.

“Who’s going to be the fun parent?”

“Considering I’m the parent who can swing from buildings, I say me.” Tom boasted.

“Who’s going to teach the baby how to read?”

“I am. And after the baby learns, they can teach Tom.” You smiled as you patted Tom’s shoulder.

“Do you think the baby will like to plank?”

“If they’re anything like their mommy, no.” Tom poked fun at you.

“And if they’re anything like their daddy, they’ll grow up to play the Green Lantern.” You shot back.

“Hahahah. She’s so funny.” Tom forced a laugh at your joke.

“Do you think the baby will develop your senses of humor?”

“Wait, you have a sense of humor?” You asked Tom. “You didn’t tell me that.”

“She loves me so much, it’s crazy.” Tom deadpanned towards the camera.

“Do you want the baby to grow up to be an actor or actress like you guys?”

“I just want the baby to be happy.” Tom gave a serious answer. “Every thing else will fall into place on its own.”

“That’s a great answer. Do you think you’ll post about the baby a lot of keep them out of the spotlight for the first few years of their life?”

“I think we’ll wait until they’re at least 4 months old until we exploit them for our own financial gain.” You said and Tom nodded along.

“Have you picked out the godparents yet?”

“Hugh Jackman and Jake Gyllenhaal.” You joked. “They’re so excited. Jake said he would take the baby fishing.”

“He’s taken me fishing a few times.” Tom said as he stared off.

“How have you been preparing for the baby?”

“Well, I personally stopped sleeping, changed my whole diet, started lactating, and my pelvic bone separated in the middle so that I could push the baby out. Tom, what did you do?” You tilted your head at him.

“I bought the car seat.” Tom said proudly. “My wife picked it out, though.”

“I also drove him there.” You glared at the camera for a moment, cracking a smile after your joke.

“What are you most looking forward to after the baby is born?”

“Laying on my stomach.” You laughed as you looked down at your protruding bump.

“I also miss laying on her stomach.” Tom pouted as he rubbed the bump. “That was my favorite cuddle position.”

“Aw. I’m sorry we can’t cuddle the way you want to anymore because I’m growing your child inside my body.” You said sarcastically, making Tom laugh.

“Thank you for growing our child inside your body. I don’t say it enough.” Tom praised as he leaned in for a kiss.

“You’re welcome.” You smiled at him before turning to the camera man. “Anything else you want to know?”

“Actually, I have a question.” Tom stated as he looked at the camera.

“What’s that?” The camera man asked. You and Tom looked at each other and exchanged a smile before turning back the the camera.

“Are you excited to meet our baby girl?”

Tag List 🏷

@thebookwormlife​ @imanativeofswlondondahling​ @weirdr-artiest​ @serendipitous-amor​ @dummiesshort​

@foreverxholland​ @lavender-writer​ @captainmandeestudent17​ @whatareyouhidingpeter​ @takenbyheartstrings​ @ultrunning​ @imyourliquor-youremypoison​ @theolwebshooter​ @andreasworlsboring101​ @guksmyfav @waiting-to-be-myself​ @letsloveimagines​ @peterparkoure​ @a-villain-vying-for-attention​ @justcallmehitgirl​ @averyfosterthoughts​ @jackiehollanderr​ @tiny-friggin-human @mara-twins​ @iamaunicorn4704​ @maryjanee23​ @geeksareunique​ @emmamarshmellow​ @unbelievableholland​ @rebekkah4766​ @flixndchill​ @sovereignparker​ @thisisthebiplace​ @spideydobrik​ @every-marveler-ever​ @undiadeestos​ @caelestii-e​ @eridanuswave​ @itscaminow​ @fiantomartell​ @solarxmoonchild​ @where-art-thau-romeo​ @canyouevencauseicant​ @illwritetomorrow​ @thehappygrungelife​ @saysomethingspiderman​ @parkerboop​ @smilexcaptainx​ @quaksonhehe​ @kelieah​ @kickingn-ames​ @babeyspidey​ @seasidecrowbar​ @lovelessdagger​ @love-sick-blues​ @electraheart-3174​ @lou-la-lou @unbelievableholland​ @yourtypicalhotmess​ @spideyanakin​ @horanxholland​ @thesuitelifeofafangirl​ @anapocalypseinmymind​ @marshxx​ @heyheycharlatte​ @nooneinvitedfascistbarbie​ @tomshufflepuff​ @cookiemonstermusic258​

@maybemona @young-romanoff​ @alexxcorona113​ @fancyxparker​ @lethal-wisdom @xo-spidey​ @im-still-tryin-to-find-it​ @big-galaxy-chaos​ @pandaxnienke @theincredibledeadlyviper​  @thestylestour​  @officialsimppage​ @mrvelscaptains @peterspideysstuff​ @reemusluupin​ @perspectiveparker​ @itsemohours​ @satanswitchings​ @okkulta​ @amorhollands @parkerlovebot​ @sarcasticallywitty15​ @mati4188 @geminiparkers @xfirstfemale-marauderx @jungkxxkk @friendlyneighborhood-mendes @awesomebooklover17 @itstaskeen @whatthefuckimbisexual

[thehammondlegacy]

Transcript under the cut

Previous / Next

@thegrimalldis​ ♥

Oasis Springs’ fair - 1.30 pm

???: I should start working on my spanish and soon!

???: Don’t worry! You’ll master it in no time! It’s part of the curriculum here. Margie is a natural! But that’s because her father speaks the language all the time back at home

Amelie: You speak so highly of her... She must be a very good cousin

Eugenie: That’s because I’ve lived with her for a long time, and yes, she is a great cousin!  Do you have a favourite cousin too?

Amelie: Yes, Andreas. We are very close

Eugenie: Wow! No hesitation! You are ruthless, Grimalldi!

Amelie: *laughs* Just don’t ask me who my favourite sibling is

???: Stop laughing! It’s not funny! 

???: Oh, yes it is!! I have to tell Arthur about this!!

Harry: I can’t believe you almost drawn on the children’s pool!!

Louis: It’s deeper than what you think! But of course you are gonna tell Arthur it wasn’t deep at all!

Harry: Of course I am because you know that pool is not deep enough for you to drawn! 

Louis: Oh, look! I guess Nini brought her new roommate with her 

Harry: Great! Now we’ll have to spend the whole Saturday showing the newbie around! 

Amelie: Look! Cotton candy! Can we get some? 

Eugenie: *laughs* You need to get out more often, my friend!

Louis: Why can’t you be nice to her? She’s cool!

Harry: No. She’s competition! She’s going after the debate team. My debate team! But she won’t make it. Not while I’m the captain

Louis: Ok, Rambo! Just don’t be rude to her. Nini really likes her. Since you are basically planning on being a yerk I’m gonna be a nice human being and say HI GIRLS! 

Harry: Jesus! What did I do to deserve this!

Amelie: Hi, guys! 

Louis: I guess you’ve managed to take some time off from homework

Amelie: Only because Nini insisted on going out

Harry: I hope you are not expecting a tour around the fair, cause I’m not down for that. In fact, why don’t you and Nini spend the afternoon on your own? 

Louis: Harry! He didn’t mean that! I can show you around if you like

Eugenie: Why do you have to be such a yerk, Harry? It’s not that complicated being nice!

Louis: To be honest, it’s not like you are always nice to everyone so...

Eugenie: Oh, so now you are defending him? Two seconds ago you were telling him off! 

Louis: Listen, I agree with you, but you have to admit you are not always the kinddest person 

Eugenie: No, but I’m not mean to any of your friends!

Louis: Yeah, right! You made a friend of us go back home last year! 

Eugenie: You didn’t even like him! He made fun of you all the time! 

Harry: Maybe I can admit I was a bit of a yerk and we can all go and try the new roller-coaster. What do you say, Grimalldi? It’ll be good to test if you are worthy of the Hammonds’ friendship

Eugenie: Oh, please! We can go if you like, Millie

Amelie: I don’t know if I want to find out...

Louis: I’m pretty sure you are gonna pass

Eugenie: And I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want to have you friendship anymore!

Harry: Come on! It’s right over there... The first one who throws up pays the ice-cream?

Louis: Then I guess I’m paying

Amelie: Fine... But I’m not sitting next to Lou!

Harry: No one ever sits next to him on the roller-coaster! We sent him at the back so he doesn’t throw up on us

Amelie: Perfect, then... 

[smokinholsters]

The Lucky Horseshoes - A Heartland Season 16 AU - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

After dinner they settled in the living room with Lyndy crawled up on Lisa’s lap while they looked at a fashion magazine together. Amy loved watching them turn pages and Lyndy’s exclamations of how beautiful the dresses and the models were. It always made her smile when she exclaimed that none were as beautiful as her mama. Jack had the Hudson Times open and folded so that he could read an article. Lou had still not gotten back from a meeting in town, Katie was finishing a project for school and was staying over with Parker at her house.

“You two Ok together ?” Amy asked Lisa and Lyndy “I’m going to sit on the porch and give Cass a call, we really didn’t get a chance to catch up today.”

“We’re just fine, aren’t we sweetheart ?” Lisa asked getting a nod and smile from Lyndy.

“I’m going to make a cup of tea first, anyone want anything ?”

Hearing a no all around Amy fixed herself a cup of chai which she favored these days, grabbed her long porch sweater and headed out into the cool evening.

“Perfect timing, Caleb’s off for at least an hour, so, tell me, tell me.” Cass started excitedly.

Amy smiled and took a sip of tea, she missed having her friend to talk to but understood how busy Cass was between work and motherhood. She looked forward to her having more time with her friend.

“Ok, well, you know about how we met and the whole Spartan thing so I guess I’ll start with the surprise trail ride.”

“What’s a surprise trail ride ?”

This was another memory that in the telling brought a smile to her face.

“That’s very cute Amy and Lyndy seems to be Ok with him ?”

“She’s actually talked about him which I take as a good sign. He was good with her.”

“And since then ?”

“Ok, this nobody knows, we’ve met 3 times for coffee, and walks, I have to go slow Cass.”

“Girl, you do what you have to do, were they, I can’t believe I’m even asking this, official dates ?”

Amy laughed, it was a bit silly, “we met outside Maggie’s one day by coincidence , I was picking up a feed order and he was stopping for coffee, I had some time so he got two coffees while they filled the truck and we met at the park, walked, sat, talked, sipped, it was nice Cass.”

“And he texted one day and asked if I was free for a little while for coffee so we met by the field near Stumpy’s, past the fishing hole and had coffee and talked. When we split up we agreed to keep meeting and I had to head to town to pickup Lyndy for a check up a couple days later so I called and he was free so we had coffee a third time until today when we added PBJ’s to the mix.”

“Sounds like you’re pretty close to dating Amy. He’s Ok with your speed.”

“He’s fine and very sweet. Anyway, I’m going to Okotoks Friday afternoon, picking up a restless horse from Isaac Fraser and I asked Finn if he would come with me to help and meet Isaac. We’re having lunch on the way. We’re pretty much officially dating Cass.”

“Isaac’s a good connection for him too, so, that’s good. You know you really have to let the cat out of the bag Amy.”

“I know, so as a first step I was thinking of asking Lisa if she would mind my inviting Finn to Sunday dinner. If he can make it i’ll let them all know at Friday night dinner and it’s done. Actually, maybe a trail ride with Lyndy before dinner would be nice, set the mood.”

“So, uhm, have you two had any, what’s a good word here ….”

“Contact ?”

“Ok.”

“We held hands on our last walk and hugs. We haven’t made out.”

“And ?”

Amy smiled “I think he’s holding back waiting for me. It’s hard to talk about my life without Ty and we’ve talked a lot. I’m sure I’ve gone overboard. I took his hand when we were walking the last time and I’m hoping he’ll get the hint that I’d like to be kissed.”

“Well, so logistically speaking neither of you live alone, you don’t even have the loft anymore.”

Amy sighed loudly “I never thought I’d ever be in this situation Cass, something will shake loose, not sure what, but….. I don’t know.”

“Where there’s a will there’s a way Amy, you’ll find it. I’ll let you go and just to see how everything’s going I’ll call Saturday for sure.”

“I’ll text when I know anything, but a call would be nice, or better, stop by if you have some time.”

Like most mornings this particular Friday was no different, Amy and Lyndy came out Lyndy’s room holding hands and headed to the kitchen where she knew she’d find Lisa doing her thing.

“Good morning Amy and Lyndy.” Jessica said sitting at the small table nursing a cup of coffee.

“Ladies.” Amy said walking past to the fridge to get Lyndy her milk as the little girl climbed onto a chair.

“Good morning Grandma , Good morning Grandma Lisa.”

“I have pancake batter all ready Lyndy, want a pancake ?”

“Yes please, with syrup please.”

“The syrup is on the table Lyndy.”

“Plans today Amy ?”

“Heading to Okotoks to pick up a restless horse from Isaak Fraser.”

“He must be a good client.”

Amy thought for a second and figured this was as good as it was going to get. “He is and he never argues about the price and pays as quick as the bill arrives, I’m introducing him to Finn.”

“Today ?”

“Picking him up on the way, we’ll stop for lunch in Oketoks and then head over to Isaak’s place.”

Amy handed Lyndy her milk and then grabbed a mug she filled with coffee and sat down across from Lyndy who was waiting to get her school clothes bib tied on. The rule of course being is that if she was wearing her school clothes she needed to at least get to school clean. So as soon as Amy put her up down Lyndy held her hands over her head with the two ends for Amy to tie. While she certainly tied her shoes on her own, behind the neck was a bit of a challenge.

Next came the pancake which had to be cut before getting any syrup and no butter. Lyndy had her standards and her reasons. As Lyndy’s fork jabbed down into the first piece of pancake Amy took a long pull on her coffee which came with a gulp and a wince for the heat. To her the best feeling in the world followed closely by hot tea. The room was quiet so Amy pushed her advantage. “Lisa, it would be Ok if I invited Finn for dinner Sunday ? I was thinking that I would invite him on Lyndy and my Sunday afternoon trail ride. Lyndy would that be Ok with you ?”

“I like Finn.”

“Then it’s settled, Lisa ?”

Lisa stared at her for a second and then glanced to Jessica. Amy knew she had her and smiled. “Lisa ? Sunday ?”

“Er, Sunday dinner, sure fine sweetheart, you know you really don’t have to ask.”

“Unless there’s an ulterior motive.” Amy whispered. She watched Lyndy pop the last piece of pancake into her mouth and reach for her cup of milk to finish in one last gulp.

“Go get washed up sweetheart, how about a ride up to the bus since Katie spent the night at Parker’s house, I’ll go grab Harley.”

“Ok, I’ll hurry.”

“I didn’t say hurry, do a good job on your teeth and wash off all that syrup, go on.”

“Amy ?”

Amy smiled “brew a fresh pot Lisa, I’ll be back soon, you two busybodies can suffer until I get back. One of you help Lyndy with her coat and make sure she takes her lunch please.”

Jessica was waiting with Lyndy on the porch as Amy pulled up riding an unsaddled Harley. Lyndy came down the short stairs and through the fence where Amy reached down and with practiced assurance grabbed hold of Lyndy’s outstretched arm and hoisted her up in front of her as her free hand wrapped around the little girl and her backpack. After getting Lyndy’s ready nod Amy’s legs shifted and Harley turned at the unspoken command and went from a walk to a canter in the direction of the Heartland gate where they’d wait for the bus.

Amy waited alongside Harley and waved to Lyndy as the bus pulled away and then decided to get the horse out into the meadow rather that just tie him off at the house. The schemers would just stew a bit longer wondering how they went from their clever ruse to have Amy and Finn work together to announcing she was bringing him to Sunday dinner following a trail ride two days later, there was a significance to Sunday dinner. It wasn’t religious, that wasn’t part of their lives to any great extent, they didn’t go to church, belong to a church, say grace or thank god too often, hell, they didn’t even baptize their kids. Amy was actually more in line spiritually with First Nation beliefs than anything else. The significance of Sunday dinner was the almost hard guarantee that every family member in the vicinity would be there. Amy inviting Finn meant something. Both Lisa and Jessica were sitting in the kitchen when the door opened and Amy stopped to hang her coat and hat before walking past them to fill her mug with the fresh steaming coffee.

“Should we do this in the living room ?”

“Amy.”

“Yes, yes Lisa, let’s at least be comfortable.” She said walking past leaving no choice for the other two but to follow her.

They each settled with coasters for their coffees, Amy took Jack’s chair, Lisa hers and Jessica took the coach.

Amy took a sip and smiled “so what do you all want to talk about ?”

“Well obviously the joke’s on us, care to fill in the gaps ?” Lisa asked.

“Have you two gone out together ?” Jessica added.

“Between the trail ride with Lyndy and yesterday, we’ve met for coffee a few times, and had some very enjoyable long talks and walks.”

Lisa laughed “well , Sunday dinner is not gonna fit the Heartland mold of keeping your relationship a secret until it blows up.”

Amy nodded as she and Jessica both laughed as well “Maybe it’s time that mold gets broken. I don’t want the secrets and I’m really not interested in sneaking around. Just get it out in the open.”

Jessica nodded, she was all smiles “So, what’s the plan ?”

“For now, I’ve got horses to deal and get out into a meadow and a trailer to hook up.”

“You’re picking him up ?”

“Yup, on the way, makes the most sense. He’ll come back with me and I’ll get him back home when we’re done.”

“How about dinner tonight then ?” Lisa asked.

“Nope, Sunday, when everyone’s here, tear the bandage off, deal with the crap and move on.”

“I’m going to have to mention it to your grandfather you know.”

“Yup, and I guess Jess should probably mention it to dad and maybe Lou, that would really soften the blow. Excellent.”

“So this was the plan all along.”

“Well Grandma I kind of figured you’d start with an apology but otherwise it’s worked out well, don’t you think ?”

“Well granddaughter I’m not apologizing for you having a day with your best friend and a man you’re happy to spend time while paying you all for the pleasure.”

“Fair enough, I should be home in time for Lyndy, but ….”

“One of us will be here.” Jessica finished for her “don’t hurry on our account.”

“I’ll be back to wash up and change before I go.”

Lisa grinned “must be nice to have someone to get changed for.”

“I’m going to lunch in a restaurant and to see a man who owns a couple hundred horses, going with Finn’s the bonus. We like each other Lisa, I enjoy just being with him. We’re going slow for my sake.”

“Take all the time you need sweetheart.”

Jessica nodded and reached out to take her hand “We’re here for you Amy and we’re on your side.”

Amy smiled and got up to rinse her mug and drop it in the dishwasher. “Hopefully we won’t have to choose sides and wage war Jess, it’s just dinner. I’ll be back, in the meantime you two can, I don’t know, maybe find Katie a guy ?”

“Well, I guess our work here is done.” Jessica said laughing when she heard Amy’s boots leave the steps “they’ve been dating all along.”

“Yeah, not really with the whole job thing, you haven’t seen the adult male reaction to the men Fleming women bring home and I’m not going to put up with it anymore.”

“What am I missing here ?”

“They’ll think it’s their place to approve as if Amy’s 15, it’s, it’s, I don’t know Jess, it’s misguided, condescending and frankly sexist.”

“I’m not sure I get it, Amy’s what 32 ?”

“There’s nothing to get Jess, it’s just macho male bullshit. Anyway, I won’t put up with it anymore, she my granddaughter too.”

“Maybe it won’t go that way.”

“Well miracles do happen, how about that ride ?”

“I’m game, let me change and grab a camera. Meet me in the barn ?”

“Sure will, 15 minutes ?”

Lisa nodded as they both stood.

Amy was just finishing up hooking the trailer to her truck when Lisa walked past glancing in the barn before looking around. “No horses ?”

“I’m sorry Lisa I put them all out, Cinders and Venus are closest, I’ll grab them for you.”

“I’ll come with you Amy let me just call up to Jess, we’re going for a ride.”

“They’re out in the meadow behind the barn, I’ll meet you.”

Amy left them saddling their horses and turned to see them walk out of the barn as she went up the stairs to the house. 15 minutes later she locked the door behind her and headed over to her truck. She checked the trailer hitch even though it was one of the last things she did before heading to the house. Trailer hitches were like saddle cinches as far as she was concerned, they took a second to check and that wariness is what kept you safe.

With the trailer slowing her down a bit and using the GPS it took her about 20 minutes to get to Al’s place and was surprised that is was larger than she thought it would be with a barn, several outbuildings and some fenced in meadows. She caught sight of several horses milling around in the field, some larger horses, none Butch, that she was sure were for Al’s business and a few that looked like straight up ranch horses. She spotted Night immediately and a circle drive up to the nice porched house where she spotted a lone cowboy sitting and sipping coffee, his hat by his side.

When she stopped the truck she leaned across to the open window on the passenger side and called out “Hey handsome, looking for some company ?”

She tried to hide her excitement at just seeing him but failed miserably, especially when he patted the bench next to where he was sitting and smiled back.

[farfromharry]

38: stroking their leg with peter !! :’)

Summary: peter comforts you while you’re in a state of panic

peter parker x stark!reader

w/c 525

a/n this is barely even the prompt anymore, ahhh

touching prompts - 38. stroking their leg.

Ever since the events of the battle with Thanos, in which you lost your dad, you’d been having sudden flashes of panic out of nowhere. It left you to spiral into a state of despair and Peter couldn’t stand to see you that way. He always wanted to be able to protect you from those things, now that your dad wasn’t able to. 

He learnt the signs of these flashes pretty quickly. It would start with you zoning out, then nervous foot tapping, shaky hands, rapid eye movements and nervous lip biting and it was almost like you were reliving the fight, looking for an escape out of the area you were in to hide and pretend it wasn’t happening. 

“Hey?” he called, grabbing your attention from where your eyes were fixated on some random spot on the floor. You tried to conjure up a smile, but ended up just staring at the boy with sad eyes. He frowned, hand coming to your knee as a sense of comfort to you. “Is it happening again?”

His voice was quiet, soft as he tried not to startle you any further than you clearly already were. 

You were snapped out of your daze, staring now at the pretty boy to your right, his soft hand caressing your leg now. His hand gently moved up and down, the boy leaning in to press a soft, sweet kiss to the side of your head. 

You didn’t know how Peter managed to do it, but he was always able to give you that sense of comfort that slowed your heartbeat and broke your state of panic. You didn’t know if it was because in some sense he reminded you of your dad, it was weird comparing your dad to your boyfriend, but the pair had spent so much time together that they’d started picking up on each other’s little habits. Your dad’s insomnia and work ethic had definitely rubbed off on Pete, as it had with you too. But in a way it felt like Peter was the closest thing you could now get to Tony Stark, and in some strange way that was all you needed. 

“I just want it to stop, I want him back,” you whispered, head tucking into Peter’s neck. The boy easily scooped you up and settled you in his lap to allow you to be even closer to him, his hand finding solace on your outer thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles. He thought you sounded so broken, and in turn that broke him. 

Peter had lost a lot of people in his life and he knew how much it hurt. As much as he wanted to reassure you that this would eventually stop, he knew that wasn’t true and it’d hurt him more to lie to you than tell you the painful truth. 

“I can’t promise it will stop,” he said, feeling the shaky breath you exhaled against his neck. His hand held your leg tighter, hoping to give you the knowledge that he’s got you regardless. “But I’ll be here every step of the way. You don’t have to do this alone.”

peter parker taglist → @seutarose @theliterarymess-crackships @call-me-baby-gir1 @parkerlovebot @icyhollands @hopelessly-harry @sinisterspidey @siriuslyslyslytherin @musicalkeys-blog @itstaskeen @tpwk-grande @zspideyy @spideyssunshine @givebuckyhisplumsnow @lowkey-holland @hollandcrush @wizkiddx @sannie-san-shine @sonnydoesrandomshit @hopeless-romantic-baby @thehumanistsdiary @dummiesshort @itsbieberxholland @lillucyandthejets @piscesparker @bvttercupbby @mymilliefrommarketing @spideyspeaches @kujokura @jess-holland23 @celestialholland @moonlight-onyx @captainamirica @tomsirishgirlx @lou-la-lou @slutforsr @tayyx @bora-world @annathesillyfriend @paninipress @lovableparker @whoeveniskendall @hollandswife @sunwardsss @dhtomholland @bi-lmg @londonspidey @tomhollandismyhusband1996 @just-lost-inbetween-worlds @multixfandomwriter @magicalxdaydream @hallecarey1 @avengers-hamiltrash @writingrem @aayaissaa @jacksnoodles

[chasingpj]

𝐀 𝐒𝐞𝐭-𝐔𝐩

"We should go pick the strawberries over there. Percy and Y/n can work on the ones here."

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

words: 3,887

warnings: none?? pls let me know if i missed anything

timeline: post sea of monsters

if you want to be tagged every time I update this story click here

a/n: hi hi! I was supposed to post this yesterday, but oops. I don't have much to say. again, it's a little bit of a slow start just because I want to introduce characters and establish relationship dynamics before getting into the good stuff. anyways, i hope you like it! i love hearing feedback so don't hesitate to reach out to me!

Part One Part Two Part Three

When you were stressed or needed to be alone with your thoughts, you often found yourself in the strawberry fields, either helping collect the harvest or simply sitting on the grass patches nearby. You usually preferred being in the fields alone, peacefully listening to the chirping of the birds and cicadas while inhaling the scent of sun-baked strawberries. However, there were times where you did stumble upon the company of the girls from the Demeter and Aphrodite cabin. You didn't mind hanging out with them, always amused at their banter and choice of conversation. They were always bubbly, taking advantage of the leisure activity to gossip and have girl talk, and it was nice, even if you were just listening.

Today was one of those days where you weren’t alone in the fields. Standing alongside Silena, Katie, and your half-sister, Lou Ellen, you find yourself zoning in and out of their conversation. Their chattering and giggling serve as background noise as you focus on cutting the strawberries from their stems to carefully place them in your basket.

"Who do you think are the cutest boys at camp?" You hear Silena ask when you decide to tune back into their conversation. A silence falls amongst the group; Katie and Lou Ellen were suddenly hesitant to speak. You look up, waiting for one of them to break the silence because it definitely wasn’t going to be you.

"I know what you're doing! You're trying to find out our crushes," Katie points her finger at Silena accusingly. Lou Ellen nods,

“Yeah, we know your tricks, Silena! You’re gonna try and set us up with people.”

"What? No!" Silena denies, but the smirk on her face said otherwise. "I'm just asking in general! You can find someone cute and not have a crush on them,” she points out. The three of you weren’t convinced at Silena’s claims, and the silence returns. You turn back to what you were doing, not really wanting to trap yourself in this conversation, and you decide to leave the pressure of confession to Katie and Lou Ellen.

"Okay.” Katie turns her body to face you. You hesitantly meet her gaze, already knowing what she's going to confess. "... this might be weird, but I think your brother is really cute," she admits, giggling nervously as she looks at both you and Lou Ellen. You scrunch your nose, shaking your head while Lou Ellen joins your reaction as she gags theatrically. The confession didn't surprise you, but it still felt weird to hear it.

"He's ugly!" You exclaim. Silena laughs, her head thrown back as Katie gasps at your insult about Atticus. Even though this wasn't the first time you've heard this from girls at camp, you still found it strange. Even your mortal friends have told you that they think your brother is adorable. You’ll never admit it out loud to anyone, but you were aware that your brother definitely wasn't ugly. Obviously, he wasn't if almost all of your friends had to mention his appearance at least once. Not only was Atticus conventionally attractive, but he was also a natural flirt, so he got attention from girls fairly easily. So much so that before your mother claimed you, Connor and Travis Stoll swore you guys were going to be claimed by Aphrodite.

You've only seen him flirt a handful of times, usually with the wood nymphs and playfully with the girls from the Aphrodite cabin. It was strange seeing girls flirt with him and giggle at all his stupid jokes because that “smooth” Atticus they meet is so different from the Atticus you saw. The Atticus you got to see was a clumsy dork that obsessed over Harry Potter and had a habit of bursting into song whenever he was bored, most often singing his own rendition of a song from a broadway musical or of a rock song from the 90s.

"No, he isn't! His facial structure is amazing!” Katie gushes. “And he's tall and has broad shoulders. He's also really funny!" You and Lou Ellen stare at her with a straight face before simultaneously bursting into laughter.

“He’s a dork!” Lou Ellen chokes through her laughs, and you nod, agreeing with her.

"Hey! I get where Katie is coming from! As his sisters, you guys are biased. Of course, you’re gonna say he's ugly," Silena points out, and you sigh,

“Live with him in the Hermes Cabin for a couple of weeks, and when you see him in his natural state, you won’t find him cute anymore,” you joke. Katie shakes her head,

“I don’t believe you. I bet he’s even cuter! You’re calling him a dork, but jokes on you, I like dorks,” she says playfully, crossing her arms over her chest, and you smile at her.

“To each their own, I guess.”

"What about you? Who do you think is cute?" Silena asks you. You side-eye the other, and you feel your face heat up. You really didn’t want to be the target in this conversation. Turning back to the bushes, you answer her question with a shrug of your shoulders. Silena scoffs, "there has to be someone! We have a good group of guys to choose from at camp."

"I mean, yeah…" you trail off hesitantly, and you feel the stares of the girls as they wait for your answer. You knew they weren't going to let this go, and so, you sigh softly, taking a moment to find the courage to confess. "I guess Percy is cute-"

"Y/n!"

Your breath hitches in your throat, and your shoulder tenses up at the sound of the familiar voice. It was too much of a coincidence that Percy showed up the exact moment you were speaking about him. The girls laugh at your reaction and your cheeks somehow become hotter as Silena smiles at you knowingly. If she didn't sense your crush before, she definitely sensed it now. Snapping your gaze away from her, you find the courage to turn around.

"Hey, Percy," you say, smiling sheepishly. You fiddle with your fingers as you take in his appearance. Percy was wearing his orange camp half-blood shirt and cargo pants. His cheeks were a little flushed at the summer heat, and you assume he probably came from training. As usual, his dark hair was slightly disheveled, and you couldn’t help your lips curling into a soft smile.

"Hey, I've been looking for you. You left these on the dock," he says, presenting the black pouch filled with your crystals in his hand. You gasp softly as you take it from him.

"Oh! Thank you. I can’t believe I forgot them," You shake your head at yourself as you put them in your strawberry basket in the meantime. You didn’t understand how your forgotten crystals never came to your mind once, especially this late in the day.

"No problem. I think they’re all in there," he smiles at you before acknowledging the girls standing behind you. "Hey, guys.”

He furrowed his eyebrows as they giggle amongst themselves. They murmur a few things to each other before turning their gaze to him again.

"Percy, I wanted to ask who do you think is the prettiest girl at camp?" Silena asks as the girls move to surround him. You're stomach flutters crazily with nerves, and you cringe, feeling embarrassed even though Percy was oblivious to the motive behind the question.

Percy looks around him, shifting his weight from one foot to another,

"This… feels like a trap,” he says slowly, making the girls giggle.

"It's not! We just want to know. Anyone, in particular, stands out to you?" Silena steps closer to him.

"Any crushes?" Katie asks.

"There has to be someone, right?" Lou Ellen smiles.

"Um… I- why are you guys asking so many questions?" He mutters, his shoulders tense up as he avoids the stares of the three girls practically towering over him.

"Guys, leave him alone," you laugh shortly. "You don't have to answer all that," you reassure him, cutting through their little circle as you squeeze between Silena and Katie.

You stand beside Percy, the girls deciding to step down and return to their original places. Silena smiles, and you can't tell what she's thinking, but you knew that the smile playing on her lips made you nervous. You awkwardly exchange a look with Percy, noticing that he was just as flustered as you were.

"You know… I noticed that those bushes over there get a lot of sun," Silena says, breaking her silence as she turns to Katie and Lou Ellen. She points at the bushes about three rows from where you were all standing, and Katie nods,

"We should go pick the strawberries over there. Percy and Y/n can work on the ones here." Silena gives you a smirk, winking at you before turning around and taking the other girls with her.

You resume your strawberry picking, chewing on your button lip. You were hoping that he didn't witness Silena wink at you because if he did, it was then way too obvious that the girls spontaneously set up this. There's a silence for a moment, and you feel your palms start to sweat as you try to figure out what you were going to say to him.

"Where's Ambrose?" Percy asks softly, and you glance over for a second, watching as he picks the strawberries beside you.

"Oh, uh, he ran off a little while ago with my brothers. They're probably playing somewhere." You smile, remembering how Ambrose wasted no time, running over to Alabaster and Ernest the moment they had offered to play with him.

"... how do you play with a ghost dog?" Percy gleams, amused at the idea of playing with Ambrose considering he couldn’t touch many things.

"There's a process where you can offer things to his spirit, so he has a few toys that he can play with," you explain. “He and I play with his toys all the time, but he’s with my brother’s right now, so they're probably wrestling."

"What? Really? I wouldn’t want to wrestle Ambrose,” Percy admits as a short laugh comes from his mouth.

"Yeah, me neither. He would definitely win if we did. Once he was so excited to see me; he jumped on me and knocked me down no problem,” you shake your head. “I think he forgets how big he is, and he ends up getting carried away sometimes.”

You look up from what you were doing, unexpectedly meeting Percy’s green eyes that resemble the color of the Caribbean sea as the sun shines into them. The butterflies in your stomach return, and you’re trying not to focus on the fact that the other was already looking at you. You look elsewhere, suddenly too shy to look at him, but your eyes couldn’t help but flicker back to his face. From this close, you noticed things about him that you didn’t see before, like the scattered freckles on his face, his long eyelashes, and his slightly chapped lips.

“I-” he stops himself suddenly, and your eyebrows furrow. The tension between you both was something you've never felt before. You didn't understand why Percy looked dazed, staring at you as if he found you to be the most captivating person in the world.

You open your mouth, but before you could speak, you see something moving at the end of the bush row. Breaking your gaze with Percy, you notice Silena's focusing intensely on you and him. It suddenly dawns on you that the strange tension was because she was working that love magic that all the Aphrodite children can do. She smirks when she sees that you’ve noticed her, and you swore you saw her mouth a “you’re welcome.” The tension suddenly falls as she hides behind the bushes right as Percy turns around to find out what you were looking at.

You giggle nervously, “um, yeah. Anyways... Ambrose can put up a fight,” you say, trying to revert to the original topic because you really didn’t want to discuss what just happened. You give him a second to get himself together, Percy looking a little disoriented after being under Silena's look magic. He blinks a few times before turning abruptly toward the strawberry bushes. A nervous chuckle leaves his lips, and his hand comes up to rub the back of his neck. He shifts on his feet and nods,

“Yeah, I can imagine.” He clears his throat, his voice coming out a little higher than he had intended it to be. You bite your bottom lip, trying to refrain from laughing, and you hum softly in response.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit before your conversation had picked up again. Surprisingly, even after being unknowingly manipulated by Silena’s magic, Percy moved on quickly from the awkward tension. You found it was easy to talk to him, the two of you chatting as if you didn't just meet yesterday. The two of you talked and laughed a lot, sharing funny stories from quests or about your mortal parents.

You’ve never been a closed-off person, and you were able to share things easily with people, so the conversation flew naturally. You guys talked about the weird perks of your powers. One of the weird perks you shared is your ability to see and communicate with ghosts, and you end up freaking him out with the many stories of your paranormal experiences.

You weren't sure how long you were talking to him, but time felt like it flew by, and eventually, your baskets were filled with strawberries as you finished picking the row. The sun was lower in the sky, and you assume that it was almost time for dinner. You figured you should find your siblings, and Ambrose and Percy had mentioned that he had plans to climb the lava wall with a few of his friends. So you guys placed your baskets in the drop-off section where they package the strawberries, exchanging a short “see you later” before parting ways.

☆’.･.･:★:･.･.’☆

The last thing Annabeth was expecting to see today was an out-of-breath Atticus bursting into her cabin, but there he was. She jumps in her seat at the sudden bang, the sound cutting through the silence. Her gaze snaps from her book to the door, concerned for a second as Atticus looks panicked. He lets himself in, scoping out the room in search of something.

"What are you-?"

"Have you seen Harvey?" Atticus asks, frantically looking for his familiar. Harvey is a black-footed ferret that was given to him by his mother. When you guys found out that Ambrose was for you, Atticus was pretty bummed. He was jealous that your mother had given you such a cool gift, and you had assumed that she had seen how upset he was because a few days after Hecate officially claimed you, Atticus received Harvey as a present. The morning he met Harvey for the first time, Atticus was thrilled to wake up with the ferret casually sitting on his chest.

"I'm sorry, Harvey? I don't know a Harvey?" Annabeth turns in her chair to face him, her arms crossed over her chest.

"My ferret, have you seen him?" Atticus drops to his knees, looking under the beds and the nightstands. He just saw him jump into the back window of the Athena Cabin, so he was sure that Harvey was hiding somewhere.

"Um, no?" Annabeth rolls her eyes, finding it rude that he has barged in as if he lived there. Suddenly, a small animal jumps from the top of the bookcase beside her and right on her desk. Annabeth yelps, getting up from her seat quick as Harvey snorts, and he clumsily runs across her papers before prancing across all the desks that were lined against the wall.

"Harvey, what are you doing?!" Atticus exclaims as he moves to stand up. He attempts to meet Harvey at the last desk, but Harvey jumps out of his reach just as he closes his fist to grab him. Harvey zooms across the room, forcing him to play a one-sided game of tag that Atticus was definitely losing. He occasionally slips and stumbles, the snorts that leave his snout starting to sound like mocking laughter.

"What's wrong with your rat?" Annabeth jokes as her eyes follow Harvey around the room.

"He's a ferret," Atticus corrects her, mumbling under his breath. He sighs as he tries to catch up with the animal, failing miserably as not only was he crazy fast, he was able to find the smallest corners to hide in.

"Similar family," she shrugs, smirking at him. "And you didn't answer my question."

Atticus sighs, getting on the floor to try and grab Harvey, who’s tucked in the corner under one of the beds. He squints at the small animal, not sure why he’s acting this way when Harvey was curled up on his desk, peacefully taking a nap about 20 minutes ago.

"He does this sometimes. I don't know. He wants to play, and then he causes chaos," Atticus grunts, almost grabbing Harvey, but he runs out of his reach once again. Atticus groans as he sits back on his heels, pinching the bridge of his nose. He decides he might as well take a breather since he's been chasing him for the past 10 minutes, and he considers that he should stop entertaining him since Harvey obviously saw this as some game.

He sighs softly, choosing to forget about Harvey as he looks over at Annabeth. Her gray eyes are fixed on him as she leans against the edge of her desk. Her curly blonde locks are pulled back in a messy low ponytail allowing the front strands to frame her face prettily. Atticus smiles as he admires her, taking in her appearance before she starts telling him off.

"You look pretty like that," Atticus compliments, his heart skipping a beat as their eyes meet. He watches as her expression softens for a second, her eyes wide at the random compliment. Atticus smirks softly, not surprised, as her face suddenly darkens into a scowl. If Annabeth felt anything for him, she was good at hiding it.

When Atticus had first arrived at camp last summer, Annabeth and he spoke here and there. Their conversations were brief but pleasant, and Atticus found himself wanting to talk to her more often. As his crush for her grew, he had taken it upon himself to harmlessly flirt with her, hoping she’d get the hint that he was interested.

"Like what?" She asks, her chin up as she moves to stand up straight on her feet.

"With your hair in a ponytail like that. It's cute.”

"Hmm. Thanks for letting me know, so I'll never do it like this again,” she says in such a serious tone that made Atticus laugh. There it is. Annabeth was always quick to shut him down, and she never failed to make witty comebacks. He was pretty certain that it was just banter, but it made it hard to tell if she was maybe into him. But he never failed to notice how occasionally, she’d momentarily be lost for words or have a flustered look on her face before it hardened as it did a moment ago.

"You'd be pretty regardless, Chase.” He feels his knees start to ache, and he sighs as he gets back up on his feet.

"Don't call me that," Annabeth says abruptly.

"What? Chase? What do you prefer? Annie? Beth? Anna?" He teases.

"I prefer Annabeth, thank you." She gives him a tight, sarcastic smile, and a short laugh comes from Atticus’s mouth.

"That's not fun, though…" His hand comes under his chin as he studies her. He ponders for a second, trying to come up with a name that he can personally call her. Annabeth shifts, avoiding his gaze as she looks elsewhere. She was weirded out that the other was looking at her for so long, and she tried not to show how flustered she actually was. She grunts,

"What?! What are you look-"

"Goldilocks," Atticus blurts out, his finger pointing into the air as his face brightens, thinking he’s an absolute genius for coming up with that name. Annabeth shakes her head,

"Don't call me th-"

"It's been decided. I will call you goldilocks. No one else can call you that," Atticus cuts her off, the same proud smile plastered on his face even though Annabeth’s eyes narrow dangerously at him. Atticus takes a step back hesitantly. At first glance, she didn’t come off as intimidating, but Atticus knew better. He was always sure not to push her too far because he was completely aware of her ability to kill him.

Atticus suddenly remembers Harvey, noticing how the sound of his little feet pattering along the wooden floor ceased a while ago. He scans the room finding Harvey standing on his hind legs a couple of feet away, calmly watching them. Atticus still couldn’t understand why he had acted so strangely. Familiars couldn’t talk, obviously because they’re animals but their actions are never out of vain. They’re usually trying to tell you something if they’re acting strange, and it takes a while to put the pieces together since there is only so much they can do. After thinking for a second, it dawns on Atticus that Harvey purposely made him come to the Athena Cabin so that he can talk to Annabeth. He smiles to himself, walking toward Harvey. He didn’t run away this time, allowing Atticus to put him on his shoulder.

"He just stopped,” Annabeth points out, her head tilting to the side.

"Probably got tired?" Atticus makes an excuse for him, not wanting to admit that Harvey had decided to be his wingman today. "Sorry for barging in, by the way," he apologizes. “I saw him jump in from the window, and I was worried he’d break something.”

"Whatever. Don’t do it again.”

"Got it. Well, I'll see you around, Goldilocks. Happy studying.” Atticus turns on his heels, hearing a scoff coming from Annabeth as he walks out of the cabin.

"When did I ask you to be my wingman?" Atticus asks Harvey as he walks off the steps of the Athena Cabin. He reaches up, his index finger petting the top of his head. "You're crazy, bud... But she is cute, isn't she?" Atticus laughs, Harvey snorting as if he agrees with him.

masterlist

[projectotb]

🏳️‍🌈 Project OTB Drabble Fest Masterpost 🏳️‍🌈

you can find the Project OTB collection on ao3 HERE. the submissions are linked below for your convenience! happy reading!

🌈 Fit For A King by homosociallyyours (5.3k)

“I want a fic that captures the euphoric feeling of a trans person, outside of their parents’ transphobic household, finally being able to buy clothes that fit them just right, without having to worry about needing to be gender-conforming at home anymore.”

🌈 And it’s only for the brave…fUcKk! by saintqueer (1.1k)

Why, after singing Only the Brave at his Live from London 2020 livestream, did Louis quietly exclaim “fuck!” into the mic? Well, this is an imagining of why Louis might have done such a thing. It’s a fluffy little drabble about bravery and pride and queer love.

Watch said video and hear Louis' cute little "fUcKk!" at mark 1:45: https://youtu.be/QrER_CTstqc

🌈 Bury me face down by rainblou (5.7k)

It started when he was young. The first time it happened, he didn't know what it meant, neither did the other children around him. Just that he was different in ways people despised.

The first time it happened, he thought he was a she.

or, a collection of moments in Louis' life as he grows up and makes peace with gender.

🌈 i’m just like you by sunflower_lwt (5.1k)

AU. Liam are Louis are best friends, but Liam doesn’t know Louis is gay. They go to a Pride Parade and Louis outs himself later that night.

🌈 Just Wanna Be Loved By You by TimeMovesOn (1.7k)

Louis comes out to his mom and thinks about what it took to get him there.

🌈 Peach Blossom Has Just Begun To Bloom by flamboyo (4k)

Thoughts flood in, a mess of how are you this lovely and I'm gonna have to kiss you again and I'm not letting you go, hope you're alright with that, but what comes out of Louis' mouth is: "Shit, I got glitters all over you." * The Pride parade has always been Louis’ favorite event, but this year it gets even better when he happens to kiss a gorgeous, tattooed stranger. Losing sight of their friends, Louis and Harry decide to spend the march together talking about their identity and their pride, and eventually concluding to never let each other go.

🌈 Mr. Brightside by Kikiberoski16 (2.5k)

Louis reads his old diary from when he was still in school. Teenage Louis was still coming to terms with his sexuality. Coming out to his family and friends was an experience he'll never forget, but reading it back is maybe just as hard.

🌈 Talk with me, Walk with me by loulovehome (3.6k)

"I don't think sex entices me anymore."

AU where Louis and Harry’s relationship develops at the same time that Louis starts figuring out his asexuality.

🌈 When You Know, You Know by Larryissocute (3.6k)

He has been thinking a lot lately, but mostly his thoughts are all scattered about, barely making any sense but successfully giving him a headache to nurse.

Or, Louis has questions he doesn't know how to find the answers of, but he isn't one to back down.

🌈 So bold (make 'em that you're with me) by ThoseFookin_Avacados (1.8k)

"I'm not afraid of coming out, I'm afraid of losing one person I love," He whispered, intertwining their fingers and bringing them up to brush his lips against Harry's knuckles. "For another."

Or, where Louis and Harry have been dating for nearly a year but Louis is not out to his best mate, Zayn.

🌈 How Long Will We Fall (Before We Can Climb) by 4ureyesonly28 (860 words)

Louis' faith in Harry is unbreakable. When they get caught kissing and he is thrown out of his home forever, he has to learn to have faith in himself.

🌈 Plus One by mynameispiaivy (3.1k)

Louis is invited to an event and he has to bring a "plus one".

🌈 Exhilarator by 28sunflowers (3k)

Lou had always felt a little bit different from his peers. It had been a confusing and frustrating affair, to grow up without feeling like he belonged to one role or another. He had had to fight small wars almost everyday, both within himself and against the world.

But then, on the first day of college, a green eyed boy gives him an encouraging smile from across the room and it’s all Louis needs to stand taller and prouder amidst a class full of strangers.

🌈 let me show you by dlibyh28 (1.5k)

After three rounds and several empty bottles, Louis is feeling a bit tipsy and everyone else seems to be enjoying themselves. Niall has just finished his turn, “Never have I ever got a tattoo”, to which everyone else groans and reluctantly drinks. Louis laughs to himself because he remembers the time he swore he’d never get a tattoo, and now he’s got an arm full. At this point, the alcohol slides down Louis’ throat like honey. “Tommo, it’s your turn now.” He hums and looks around the room. Niall’s staring at him, giddy off the high of his last turn. Harry’s got both hands around his drink now, the label torn to pieces on the floor. Zayn and Liam are next to each other, and Louis remembers Zayn telling everyone something that happened a few months ago. a.k.a. everyone plays 'never have i ever', and louis discovers something about himself.

🌈 Could Have Seen It All Along by herefortommo (4k)

Liam is newly out as asexual and is afraid of going to the pride parade alone - both because it’s his first and because he doesn’t know whether aces are welcome, so he asks his roommate, Louis, to go with him, although he is just an ally. They meet many interesting people and to Louis' surprise, it turns out he might not be just an ally after all.

🌈 Just Love Yourself, And You’re Set (3k) by readdreamwrite28

“You’re beautiful, my love.”

“Boys can’t be beautiful.”

“And why is that?”

“Because.”

“Let me tell you something, Lou... Boys and girls and everyone in between can be pretty, and beautiful, and handsome. And never let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

[blackacre13]

Can you do a present day fic where Lou and debbie are on an accident and one of them ends up getting  amnesia.



This one hurt my heart to write so much. Major oof.

All Lou could see was white. And her head was thundering. She needed someone to cut off that god damn incessant beeping before she pulled her hair out.

“She’s awake.”

And that’s when she felt it. Her body felt entirely like lead. She couldn’t even lift her arm. Her eyes were too heavy as she tried to blink them open.

“Lou? Sweetie?”

It was her mother. It had to be her mother.

“Mum?” She whispered, hearing her voice come out of her like a desperate, broken croak.

“Oh, Lou,” the voice sighed, a gentle hand stroking her hair.

She was getting frustrated with herself. Didn’t want this pity for whatever it was from whoever this was. She forced her eyes open, blinking rapidly

“Lou,” Tammy smiled, breathing a deep sigh of relief. “Hey, we were all really worried about you.”

“Hey, Tam,” the blonde whispered, looking around the room. “Are we—“

“Try not to talk too much,” Tammy frowned. Now Lou, do you remember anything? Because the doctor doesn’t want me to push, but I want you to know that you’re safe and you don’t have any major injuries but—“

“Debbie,” Lou gasped, clutching at the sheets. “Deb. Where’s Deb? Tammy. Tammy, you have to help her! We have to help Debbie. Please.”

The blonde was trying to grab at her IV and smack Tammy to get her attention.

“Lou,” Tammy whispered, biting her lip, willing the tears not to come back. “There’s been an accident.”

“I know,” Lou hissed, trying to sit up with a desperate scream as her back and ribs resisted with pain. “The bike. Some guy. He—he had a gun. And I tried to get us out of the way. But Debbie—she—Debbie, she—Fuck.”

“Lou, I need you to stay calm,” Tammy murmured, watching the heart monitor go haywire as the blonde struggled against her, still trying to get out of bed and stand. “Deb is…”

“Don’t,” Lou pleaded, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Please don’t tell me she’s—I can’t. I can’t lose her again.”

“No,” Tammy frowned, grabbing Lou’s hand and squeezing it tight. “No, god, Lou. She’s not. But she’s—she won’t wake up.”

****************************************************************

How many times had Lou stood in this position before? At the foot of the bed of someone she loved, trying to keep her eyes on the machines and the drip bags, anywhere but their face, hoping it would stop it all from being real if she couldn’t see them. But she couldn’t look away. Not from Debbie. Not from the love of her life.

She walked forward slowly, flinching at her own pain with a grunt, practically collapsing into the chair next to Debbie’s head as she let out a long, loud sob that was unlike any sound she’d ever heard or felt from her own body.

“Fuck!” The Australian screamed before putting her head in her lap, letting heart wrenching sobs rack from her chest as her hands felt out blindly to grab onto one of Debbie’s cold ones that felt too lifeless for her liking. “I’m sorry, honey. I’m so sorry.

All she could see was the man hanging out of the window. The gun pointed at Debbie. Swerving off the road. Tumbling over the railing. She couldn’t see Debbie behind her anymore. Couldn’t feel her. Couldn’t feel Debbie at all. And then there’d been white. And Tammy. And now this. This.

Her shaky hands found Debbie’s wedding set on her finger, playing with them as she let out a cold laugh, sniffling back tears. Hadn’t this world been cruel enough to them both already? She didn’t deserve this. Debbie didn’t deserve this.

“You have to wake up,” Lou begged. “You can take your time, Deb, if you need it. But you have to. You can’t leave me. I can’t—I can’t lose you. Not when I finally have you. When we finally have the life we’ve always wanted. Debbie, I can’t—“

“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to lower your voice,” a nurse spoke bluntly, dipping her head into the room.

“My wife is in a Fucking coma because some asshole was trying to murder us,” Lou shrieked. “I think I’m allowed to be upset.”

“I’ve got her,” Tammy promised the nurse, moving her aside by the shoulder as she entered the room quietly, taking Lou in her arms as she rocked her steadily, shushing her and whispering that things would be okay. That Debbie would be okay.

“I need to know she’s okay,” Lou sobbed into Tammy’s chest. “Please, god, let her be okay. I love her. I love her so damn much I can’t—Tam, I can’t breathe.”

It was too much to bear. The room went sideways.

****************************************************************

“Well,” Tammy clicked her tongue. “You figured out a way to shut that nurse up.”

Lou frowned at her, confused.

“Can I see her?” Lou asked quickly, whipping off the blanket as she failed to stand, everything too blurry to see.

“Yes,” Tammy nodded. “But let’s give you a minute. You fainted back there.”

“You go see your wife all battered and bruised in a coma and try not to faint,” Lou hissed.

“I’m on your side, sweetie,” Tammy sighed. “I just need you to not kill yourself trying to see Debbie.”

“It should be me,” Lou whispered. “It should be me in that coma, not Debs.”

“It was Becker,” Tammy spoke lowly, afraid to look at Lou. Afraid of what she might do. “They found more than one car with a gun. Knew you’d be on that highway yesterday. He wanted her dead.”

“I will Fucking murder him,” Lou vowed.

“And then Debbie will be in a coma and you’ll be in jail,” Tammy scoffed. “What’s that gonna solve?”

“Tammy, you don’t—“

“Get it?” Tammy sighed. “I know. I couldn’t possibly. But I do know that you need to take care of yourself and get your feelings in check so you can be there for your wife. Debbie needs you. Now, more than ever.”

Lou nodded, feeling small.

“Can I see her?” Lou asked quietly. “Please. I’ll be good this time. I just—I just need to be able to see her. To touch her.”

“Of course,” Tammy smiled, standing to help Lou out of bed. “Of course, you can.” She stopped to pull Lou into a tight hug. “I just wish life would be kinder to you both.”

****************************************************************

“Now, we don’t want to overwhelm her,” the nurse warned Lou, smiling at her as she gave her hand a squeeze. “But this is good. Shows she’s responsive to your voice. And we do detect some brain activity with the eyes darting around. Now, it’s no guarantee, but I’d expect her to be awake this week.”

“This week?” Lou smiled, nodding. “Okay. Okay, I can do that. This week.”

“It’s just a prediction,” Tammy reminded her. “It doesn’t mean…”

“I know,” Lou whispered. “But I need this. We all need this. It could be this week, Tam. I’d give anything to see those gorgeous eyes flutter open and hear my name on her lips.”

“Maybe you’ll listen to Deb about physical therapy if you won’t listen to me,” Tammy rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know,” Lou laughed. “She’s more stubborn than I am. She might be on my side.”

“Not when it comes to you healing,” Tammy grinned.

They started to joke around quietly, throwing punches at each other and trying to decide who Debbie would side with for each situation. It was the first time Lou had smiled or laughed in weeks, her heart feeling almost full. She let herself hope.

Neither woman saw the brunette’s eyes flutter and her lips part, trying to speak, but unable to say anything, until the heart monitor sped up and Lou locked eyes with Debbie’s; brown doe eyes wide and panicked, looking around worriedly.

“Oh my god,” Tammy gasped, squeezing Lou’s arm. “I’ll get the nurse.”

Lou was in shock, unable to say anything as her eyes grew wet and her mouth went dry, standing to get closer to Debbie, who was looking at her with a confused face.

“Oh god, Deb,” Lou finally breathed. “Honey, it’s so good to see you awake. I’ll explain everything. I promise. You just take as long as you need to talk. Don’t sit up yet—Tammy’s getting a nurse to help you. Just—god, I love you so Fucking much, Debbie. I can’t believe this.”

Lou was practically shaking with joy, the brunette’s eyes following her as she rambled, but something wasn’t quite connecting.

There was a low, whistling noise in the air that Lou realized was Debbie trying to talk. Stubborn as ever. Trying and failing to push the word out.

“What’s she saying?” Tammy asked, rushing back in. “Nurse is on her way.”

Debbie’s eyes seemed to light up in recognition of Tammy immediately, but her eyes darted back to Lou.

“Lou, I think,” the blonde mumbled, but she wasn’t as sure anymore.

“I think—I think it’s ‘who’,” Tammy frowned. “Maybe she’s asking who did this to her?”

The “who” came across more clearly as the two women watched Debbie with concern, trying to get her to breathe and go slowly, not pushing herself, but Debbie sank back against the pillow, frustrated as she blinked teary eyes.

“Who are you?” She finally rasped, her voice cracking.

Tammy and Lou looked between them, utterly confused as to who Debbie was talking about. They were about to start bickering when the nurse walked in and Debbie lifted a finger gingerly, clearly pointing directly at Lou.

“Who is she?” Debbie asked the nurse, still pointing at Lou.

“Debbie, you’re in the hospital,” Tammy spoke slowly, grabbing onto Lou carefully.

“I know,” Debbie whispered. “And I know you. I asked who she is.”

Lou had meant what she’d said. She would have given anything to see Debbie’s eyes flutter open; she just hadn’t imagined it might be in exchange for hearing her name on Debbie’s lips.

I just wish life would be kinder to you both.

Tammy’s words rang around in her head again and again and again.

“Who is she?” Debbie repeated again. “Can you call Danny for me?”

Lou’s world slipped away, the engagement ring on her finger above the wedding band she’d been toying with, falling to the ground, spinning in a circle until it clattered with an ominous sound.

[aliwritesfic]

The Night Shift part 7 (F!Reader x Frankie Morales)

Summary: Sunday lunch with the nightcrew bois, what secrets will come out?

Warnings: Emotional abuse

W/C: 1.9k

Spotify

Part 1 Part 8

The sun was too fucking bright. You groaned and rolled over, mouth dry and head pounding. Your phone told you it was almost eleven, which meant you only had an hour to get ready. That was okay, though. You weren’t exactly dressing to impress. It was only Manny and Frankie . . . Frankie.With a wince, you remembered your conversation with him last night. Had it been painfully obvious that you were talking about yourself? Surely not, if he was drunk too. But as you showered, you thought about what he said, and realised that he was right. At least, he was right about what you could remember him saying. Leaving Kurt wouldn’t mean you would be alone and unloved. You had Manny and Sara; you knew they loved you. But that didn’t change that if you left, you’d have nowhere to go. You had never been the type of person to ask for handouts, especially sympathy handouts. There was just too much to think about.

A text from your phone from Sara told you as much as you needed to know about her night went.

Manifestation WORKS 😉 sent 8:34AM

You spent a few extra minutes washing your face, enjoying the feel of cool water on your skin. Flecks of makeup that you had slept in swirled down the drain, grey and black and blue. Tiny bits of glitter glinted on your cheeks, reminding you of days past when you would drown yourself in glitter to go out clubbing. The memory made you smile, remembering how carefree and happy you were just a few years ago.

Grabbing your darkest pair of sunglasses, you were ready to go. You hadn’t bothered with styling your hair beyond running a quick brush through, and your face was devoid of makeup aside from any remnants left from last night.

It was a quick walk to the bistro, your stomach roiling the entire time. You knew it was food you needed; you had already thrown up several times last night after arriving home. The thought of filling your stomach spurred you on, your feet moving slightly faster. You whipped out your phone to text Manny.

Get. Bread. Please.

There were a few unread messages from Kurt. You knew that avoiding him was immature and would only come back to bite you on the ass when he came home, but the thought of opening them and actually reading them made you feel ill. And he would know when you opened them; he complained whenever you turned your read receipts off. So, you kept them on, to keep the peace, and just avoided opening his messages until you were ready to deal with them.

The bistro came into view, and you saw Manny already sitting at your usual table on the outside terrace. You sat down gingerly next to him and flashed him a weak smile.

“You look terrible,” he said gleefully, pushing a basket of bread and butter your way. You grabbed a small roll and broke it open, inhaling the warm scent.

“I feelterrible,” you told him. “Hangovers don’t suit me.”

Manny laughed ruffled your hair. You groaned loudly, swatting his hand away, which only made him laugh harder.

“Lover, I’ve never seen you in this kind of state before, let me tease you a little,” he said. You flipped him off and ate another roll.

“Is Frankie here yet?” You asked, trying to keep the hope out of your voice. Judging by the look on Manny’s face, you had failed miserably.

“Crushing on the cook, are we?” He waggled his brows.

“No! Of course not!” You said quickly. Liar a tiny voice whispered in your ear. “I was just wondering if he got the right place.”

“Well, wonder no longer, that’s him isn’t it?”

From your spot on the terrace, you could see the familiar figure walking down the shady street to the bistro. Your palms dampened with sweat at the sight of him.

“Francisco!” Manny called, waving him over. Frankie broke into a half jog, raising his arm in a wave. You sunk slightly in your seat, praying that he wouldn’t bring up your conversation with him last night.

“How’s your hangover treating you?” Frankie asked, taking a seat at the table.

“Fucking terribly,” you said, “this is not at all what I was promised last night when I did my fourth shot.” Manny snorted and turned to the waitress who had appeared at your table.

“Good afternoon, dearest Andrea,” Manny said.

“Manny, hun, you know I hate when you use my full name,” Andi, as she preferred to be called, said. You liked Andi, she a couple years younger than you and working her way through a master’s in engineering. “What are we all having today?”

“My usual, please,” Manny said.

“The greasiest thing on the menu for me, I don’t care what it is,” you said. Andy smiled at you in sympathy, knowing the tell-tale signs of a hangover. She then turned to Frankie.

“I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before,” she said, her voice suddenly an octave higher.

“Francisco, or Frankie if you like,” he said. “Can I have the alfredo?”

“Of course, Frankie, anything else I can get for you?”

You and Manny glanced at each other, Manny with his eyebrow slightly raised. You knew Andi was a flirt, you’d seen her flirt with customers dozens of times, but something about this felt different. Personal. You chewed the inside of your lip, hoping your annoyance didn’t show too plainly on your face.

“So, what didyou do last night, lover?” Manny turned to you once Andi left.

“Drank too much,” you said. “Kurt’s out of town and Sara’s in town so I . . . I could go out. And I saw Frankie and his friends out.”

“Are your friends all as gorgeous as you?” Manny asked, turning to Frankie who blushed deeply.

“I wouldn’t say I’m gorgeous,” he mumbled, adjusting his cap slightly. “I’m just average.”

“Gorgeous and humble,” Manny said, “your partner is a lucky person.”

“I’m not- I uh don’t- I’m not with anyone,” it dawned on you that Frankie was terrible at taking compliments.

“Maybe it’s my personal bias, but out of all his friends, Frankie is truly the most attractive of them,” you said. You knew this could lead to something dangerous, but the chance to see Frankie flustered was just too good to miss.

“Yo-you do?” he asked, turning an even deeper shade of red. You nodded seriously.

“Whoever you date in future is going to be very lucky,” Manny said. Then, never one to linger on a topic for too long, Manny took a sip of his water and declared that it was feelings time.

“Feelings time?” Frankie sounded uncertain.

“Well, neither of us can afford therapy, so we use each other as therapists,” Manny explained. “We started it when I was working at Lou’s, and it’s been so long since I’ve had a good feelings time. Of course, you don’t have to participate if you don’t want to, and if you do want, keep it as light or as heavy as your heart tells you. Consent is key.”

Frankie nodded, obviously still unsure of the whole situation. It struck you then how strange you and Manny would seem to an outsider. Andi returned with food for the three of you, placing down the biggest burger you had laid eyes on in front of you.

“Enjoy,” she said with a wink to Frankie. “Come find me personally if you’re not satisfied.”

You could’ve thrown up at the blatant flirting. What made it worse was Frankie seemed to be enjoying it, smiling up at Andi.

“I’ll start,” Manny said, once Andi was gone again. “I’m feeling overwhelmed recently with my new job and the house renovations James and I are undertaking. We had a big fight over fucking tiles last night, and I know we wouldn’t have if I could just be decisive.”

“Does James know how you’re feeling?” You asked. Manny shrugged.

“I don’t know. I’d normally tell him about it in a heartbeat, but he’s been stressed too, and I don’t want to add to it.”

“He’s your husband, right?” Frankie asked and Manny nodded. You glanced at him in surprise. “Husbands should support each other. You usually feel supported by him, right? So why is now any different? His stress is your stress, yours is his. That’s what you signed up for when you got married.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t be afraid to tell him what’s going on with you,” you said, realising how ironic that was coming from you.

Manny looked thoughtful as he cut into his vegetable stack. “You’ve given me a lot to think about. Now your turn, lover.” You groaned. Feelings time was fine when you were listening to other people, and when the feelings you had weren’t so messy. But you could filter your feelings, and you trusted the two men you sat with.

“Okay,” you took a deep breath. “Okay, I’m feeling like I want to end my relationship. I feel like I’m fucking miserable, but I also feel like I’m trapped. Frankie, you remember that friend I told you about last night? It’s actually me.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Yeah, it was pretty obvious, but I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable by saying that.”

“Oh, my god,” you rubbed your face. “Right. So, like I said, I want to break up with Kurt, but it’s not easy to do.” You waited for one of them to interrupt you, when they didn’t, you went on. “For one, I don’t have enough money to move out. I don’t have much in savings at all because I keep needing to dig into it when he’s short on rent or money for bills or whatever. I don’t love him anymore, I don’t even know if I like him. Also, he said hedkillhimselfifieverleft.”

“Excuse me, he said what?” Manny leant forward, rage curdling his usually placid face. Frankie too, looked furious.

“He said he would kill himself if I ever left,” your voice was small. “I tried, one time, and-and he sent me a video of him tying a noose to a ceiling fan telling me it was my fault he was doing that. So, I went back, because I don’t want his death on my hands.” You realised with growing humiliation that you were crying.

Manny reached across the table and took your hand, holding it gently. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want to bother anyone,” you said, “it was my problem to deal with.”

“When does he come back?” Frankie asked quietly.

“Tomorrow,” you said. Manny and Frankie exchanged a look and Manny nodded.

“If you let us,” Manny said carefully, “we’re gonna help you get out. We won’t force you into anything, but we want to help.”

“Wait,” you sat back, confused, “wait. Have you too been conspiring behind my back? How? When?”

“No, not til this morning. I gave Frankie my number when I first met him, in case he had any questions. Then he messaged me this morning, and we got to talking about how we can help you.”

“If you want our help,” Frankie said. Part of you felt like you should’ve been angry, but you couldn’t be. Instead, you were overwhelmed with gratitude, with love. You grabbed a napkin and dabbed at your eyes under your sunglasses.

“I think I want help,” you said finally. You knew you couldn’t do this without help, even though it embarrassed you to admit that. Frankie nodded, satisfied.

“Alright, we need to make a plan.”

Taglist: @hnt-escape @sharkbait77 @1800-fight-me @annathewitch @darnitdraco @frankiecatfish @punkerthanpascal @nakhudanyx @gracie7209

[raynblaze]

Lucy’s Return

Lucy led the rest of the Wolfrik family back to their home in Moonwood Mill. Lucy shared one last hug with her sister-in-law, Ivy, and promised that she would be there to protect the family. 

"I'm right down the road if you need anything, Ivy." Lucy assured her. "Tell Arya not to stress herself out too much, we have to make plans later on."

Rory and Lux decided that they would patrol the streets and go back to their hangout, while Lou and Ronan had already went back to the warehouse that they called home in preparation for Lucy's return. They both already heard the news through a letter sent out, but it would still not be any easier to deal with once Lucy arrives.

Lucy walked through the door and saw them both quietly standing there. She could tell Lou had been crying, either that or he smoked too much. But the moment she saw him, she couldn't hold back the tears any longer. She had been keeping it together the best she could for her family, trying to control her emotions. When Lucy feels something, she feels it with every fiber in her body. So holding back from the feelings she felt was harder than ever.  She wanted to put on a strong face while returning the family to Moonwood Mill, but the truth is she felt regret, guilt, fear, and sadness all at once.

"Oh, Lou!" Lucy started to sob uncontrollably and ran into his arms almost knocking him over. "What a mess we made. This is all my fault...isn't it? He's gone because of my dumb past mistakes!"

Lou lets go of her for a moment and looks Lucy in her eyes.

"Don't ever say that, babe! Nobody could ever predict that would happen! Lucan went on his own accord and Victoria made her own decisions, weather you raised her or not!" Lou held her again as Lucy was still crying, tears streaming down her face. Ronan was in the same room watching his mother's devastation. Lucy had always been present in his life, but he knew she felt guilty about his other siblings that were raised by others.

"Don't beat yourself up, Lucy. I'm not father of the year, ya know. Ronan here probably things I'm a loser, and my daughter definitely does."

Ronan looked up with a puzzled expression on his face.

 "No way! You're the best dad ever and I see how much you love mom. I bet if Lyanna sees how you turned out she would be proud!"

"Thanks, son."

Lucy was still crying but she started to calm down. Hearing her son and husband get along so well filled her with hope and joy. She wanted so badly to have a normal, happy family without everyone fighting each other. She knew that she did something right with Farkas and Ronan, at least.

"I love you guys so much." Lucy finally said. "Are you guys hungry? I'll go hunt for us if you want. I know there's no food here."

"I'll go, mom. You did enough for now, why don't you get some rest." Ronan said.

"I don't want want you go alone." Lucy was still scared to lose anymore of her family, even if her son did hunt on his own plenty of times before.

"I'll get Rory to go with me, ok? Don't worry mom, I'm on full alert."

Lou and Lucy stayed at the house and spent a little more time together. Lou knew he needed to give Lucy his full attention, and give her all the love he could. She relied on him for comfort, and knew she could let herself be vulnerable around him. Lou was able to make Lucy laugh for the first time in weeks, and she was so happy that she was able to come home to him and be in his arms again, after everything that has happened.

Lou likes to tickle Lucy to make her smile. "There's those canines that I like to see!" Lou says to Lucy, smiling back at her. "I knew my smiley girl was there somewhere. I know how else to make you feel better..." Lucy raised her eyebrows at Lou. "Oh, really?"

Lucy needed this. Lou always knows how to make her feel better, especially with his tongue.