#i had a dream where i hung out with louis

[arctichalo]

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[allwaswell16]

Happy Fan Fic Writer Appreciation Day 2024!

The first lines of some amazing fics by some of my favorite 1D writers! Since I've done this post for so many years, this year I limited it to fics that were published in the last year or so. Please check out the past years' lists here where you'll find even more incredible writers! Thank you to every writer in our fandom for your gifts of fic to us all!

Louis hung up his keys and coat as his cottage door closed to protect himself from the drizzle.

He’d only given in because he was lonely.

The sun sat low in the sky, bathing the expanse of beach in warm, golden light. 

Louis looked around the room, waiting for the others to laugh and let him know that the last ten minutes had all been an elaborate joke and of course they weren’t serious. 

Harry’s thighs burn.

Harry Styles was a star.

Harry Styles has standards. 

The man in the video was annoyingly chipper in the face of what seemed to Louis to be imminent disaster. 

The first time it happens isn’t even intentional.

Louis Tomlinson strived for perfection in everything he did.

Liam Payne doesn’t know how he got here. 

Standing in front of the second-hand mirror hanging on his closet door, Harry looks himself over. 

If she was being honest, the last thing Harry wanted to do at the moment was get ready to go out.

It had been a good idea when he’d agreed to it.

Louis tilted his head up and took in a deep breath.

Bosworth Academy for the Well-Bred Omega sits upon a hill overlooking the quaint town of Kinsey in county Durwin.

Stumbling through the door, Liam dragged the sweat soaked vest over Zayn's head, pushing him back against the wall.

It’s December first.

He gets sent home.

Life wasn’t supposed to be like this.

All Louis’ life, he’s known he’s been different.

Liam is in the middle of fucking nowhere, the two-lane highway stretching ahead and behind him, as far as the eye can see. 

When Harry first tells him, Zayn isn’t sure what to think.

Spending his Saturday night with an older man who was not his father was never what Harry Styles pictured his mid-twenties to look like.

Louis rolls over on his back, sighing in frustration as he fumbles for his phone on the nightstand.

“Wait! Please don’t go!” 

Waking up from rut is a bleary, confusing experience. 

He knew scrolling through his phone so soon would only end in disaster, and yet he opened Instagram anyway.

There’s music echoing throughout the rink, an instrumental Disney song.

The telly is on when Louis comes home, keys jangling in the lock as he swings the door open and kicks off his shoes into the haphazard pile by the mat. 

“So, what did you have in mind?”

Two essential tips for anyone planning to take a nighttime stroll: don't forget to bring a heavier jacket, and make sure your phone is fully charged.

The large fluorescent lights groan awake high on the ceiling overhead as Harry flips on the light switch.

“You heading home, mate?” Liam asked as the movie ended.

Louis curls his hands around the balcony railing, tilting his head up to let the slanted rays of the evening sun catch on his face.

When Harry opened Niall's door, a combination of warm air and cologne greeted him.

“Harry? Are you home, love?”

It was the first day back after Winter Break, and Louis did not want to be here.

Louis has been single for 369 days, and the last place he wants to be is at a wedding.

Louis had always known Harry was his soulmate.

Even before Louis presented as an omega, he’d dreamed of one day finding his soulmate.

Authors in order of first lines:

@nouies @jaerie @disgruntledkittenface @2tiedships2 @haztobegood

@lululawrence @daggerandrose @homosociallyyours @alwaysxlarrie @thelavendrhaze

@fallinglikethis @kingsofeverything @becomeawendybird @reminiscingintherain @louandhazaf

@thedevilinmybrain @laynefaire @londonfoginacup @ladyaj-13 @jacaranda-bloom

@voulezloux @phdmama @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @parmahamlarrie @crinkle-eyed-boo

@uhoh-but-yeah-alright @absoloutenonsense @all-these-larrythings @beelou @justanothershadeofblue

@galacticlarry @persephoneflouwers @letthemusicmoveyou28 @enchantedlandcoffee @shimmeringevil

@imogenleewriter @lunarheslwt @red-pandaaa @loveislarryislove @hellolovers13

[charliehoennam]

angel part 2

pairing: louis bloom x f!reader

summary: louis and his newfound crush slip deeper into their attraction after the 'wet dream'.

warning: this fic contains dark themes such as stalking, dubcon/noncon, smut and others. Read at your own risk. 18+ ONLY.

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The early morning sunlight begins to stream into your room. Its beaming warmth stirs you from your deep slumber.

Your head is pounding. The room feels it's still spinning around you and your mouth is drier than a desert.

Water would be really good right now, but you're not ready to get up yet. Your limbs still feel heavy and sore.

As consciousness slowly permeates back into you, you realize the soreness concentrates down between your hips. You lay in bed and think back to the dream you had.

You're riddled with confusion. You've had plenty of hyper realistic dreams before, but this felt different.

It felt so real and so good that you wish it had been real. You brush it off deciding to believe you're just so hung up on your neighbor. Being single for as long as you have been, his kind gesture and his piercing blue eyes are incredibly hard to not find so attractive.

You could still feel his warm breath on your skin. His hands felt soft and rough altogether gliding over your supple thighs and groping at your breasts. The memory of his wriggling tongue in your pussy already has it growing wet again.

You must've been really wet in your sleep judging by the stickiness on your sex. It seemed sort of clean; it must have rubbed against your bed sheets or something. It explains the small crusty stains on the cotton fabric.

Looks like you'll be doing laundry today. You needed to anyways. The stack of dirty clothes that you'd been ignoring during the packing process has piled up.

Louis watches you stir around in your bed from where he's stood behind his dull green curtains.

"So pretty even when you wake up," he thinks to himself.

He's so hypnotized by you, he doesn't even look down at the bowl of cereal in his hands as he eats calmly wondering if you know.

He watches your hand slide down between your legs to feel around, blissfully unaware as you search for any residue in your sore pussy.

His stare is relentlessly fixed on you. He can't look away, not that he even wants to. His heart drums faster in his chest along with his thoughts.

Does she know? Did she wake up? Is she going to touch herself? Did she enjoy it?

Inebriated with intrigue and curiosity, he stands frozen with one wide creepy eye peeping out from behind his curtain.

His mouth dries with anticipation, hoping you would touch yourself at the thought of being fucked by him. He can almost hear his blood rush in his head as his breath catches in his throat. He wishes he could hear every sound you make.

Lou doesn't even notice he's holding his only breath as you investigate your body, running a hand over your sore breasts and swollen pussy, when he sets his cereal down on the flower table by the window.

"I can't believe it," he thinks to himself. "That little filthy whore liked it. Can't get enough. Just the way I like it."

While you're asking yourself how this came to be, wondering if your little wet dream became a masturbating sleepwalking session, Lou's got his pants and belt open to unleash his heavy twitch dick.

With every recollection of your soft skin, the taste and the warmth of your pussy, his precum oozes from his domed head, allowing himself to smear it over his veiny member adding to the lube of his spit.

He can imagine how sweet your moans must sound. He would give anything to hear them while defiles your innocent body, plundering for the mind-numbing high.

It brings him to the idea of setting up cameras in your apartment, which doesn't sound so bad.

How come I hadn't thought of that before? He questions himself mentally, being the perverted voyager that he is.

He makes a mental note to plan that later. His mind is too impaired to churn out the details for that. Right now, all he can focus on how your hand is still between your legs.

As you think back to every possible explanation, your mind seems to only concentrate how realistic your dream felt.

You could smell the musky cologne of his body. You could feel his cock pushing and pulling in and out of you. You could feel his tongue wiggle between your folds once he was done pounding it ruthlessly.

The more you think about it, the more you ache for your neighbor.

The thought of him fucking you into your mattress drives you reach your heavy arm to your nightstand and pull out your vibrating friend.

The soreness of your limbs and the throbbing headache aren't enough to silence your pussy's craving. And it yearns for Lou.

Lou watches with a dry mouth hung open as you grind the humming cock against your pussy, drenching it with your slick to push it in.

You lick your lips and moan as you let the vibrator tease your clit, imagining Lou's face so clearly hovering over you as his dick penetrates your cunt.

The thought of the heavenly sounds your bodies would make as his hips snap against your sweaty hot skin.

You imagine threading your fingers into his silky hair as he buries his face between your legs, his tongue invading your core. The intensity of his thick-browed gaze up at you, gripping you with greedy hands and hunger as his mouth works it's wonder on you.

The watch on Lou's wrist rattles softly in the quiet of his apartment as he tugs his dick; his only little compliment to your performance.

With your legs spread wide, you push the vibrator into your slick slit and begin fucking yourself into your own bliss.

You're so fucking horny and drenched that the squelch of your pussy overcomes the vibrations of your toy. You're so hungry for cock and so pretty unknowingly putting yourself on display, holding one leg back to your chest as you fuck your pussy.

You're moaning, gasping and kneading your breast while Lou struggles to not cum just yet.

He wants to wait to cum with you. He wants to cum together because you're his. You were meant to be his and you have to cum together. He needs to feel - or at least pretend enough - that he's right back in your vice of a cunt, dicking you down raw.

His breath hitches as you get closer together and closer and closer until the pulling tension finally snaps in your cores, sheathing you both euphoric waves of pleasure.

"Fuck," he sighs looking at the curtains he'd just stained with ribbons of pearly white cum.

He really needs you again.

He wants more. He'll always want more.

Looking back out the window, he sees you slowly getting to walk to the bathroom and exit from view. He correctly assumes you've gone for a shower, but he needs another round.

With the camera hooked up to the tv, he finally sits back on his couch with your panties in hand. He presses play and begins to watch his work of art from the previous night, he threads his cock into your panties and begins to stroke his length.

He takes a bit of time to notice all the little intimate details of your home that reflect your tastes. Stroking his softened cock to its hardened state again, he makes notes of most of the things you love.

What a lucky little angel you are. He should be watching the news to see what his team's managed to capture without him. Yet here he is, prioritizing you. Worshipping you. You just don't know how truly special you are...yet.

Louis's head falls back as the vulgar images and sound lull him into bliss.

He remembers how pretty you looked. So exposed just for his eyes. All and only his even if just for a while.

Louis's chest heaves as he stares at the TV. You look so peaceful in your sleep. He wonders if he'll ever get to sleep beside you.

While Lou jacks his cock off to the dirty homemade video with your panties hooked around his cock, the fresh scent of the dark brew in your coffee pot wafts through your apartment, infiltrating your bathroom as you wash yourself in the shower.

The warm water rinses away the soreness of your body as you sit on the ground under the running shower.

You close your eyes to enjoy the soothing calm of the shower. Your mind begins to wander. What is it about him that has you so hung up on him?

Sure, he's attractive. He's no LA fitness model. Just a thin, young man with a deadly smile, luscious brown lock and piercing unyielding eyes that could burn a hole tight through you.

He looked fairly common, but there was still something there within that brought a chill up your spine until the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

To be entirely honest, you can't tell if you're attracted to him or scared of him. But whatever it is, it's pulling you like a magnet.

As he waters his treasured flower, he notices across from his window that you're gathering clothes and bedsheets, preparing a laundry basket as you nestle the laundry soap and softener upon the piled fabrics.

He sees this as an opportunity to get closer to you presenting itself. And given the mess he's made on the curtains and your stolen panties, he knows it'll have to be laundry day for him as well.

The complex you share has a community laundromat for the tenants. He presumes that's where you're going, he needs to get there before you do. He needs you to think it's all a mare coincidence.

He watches you wide-eyed as you set your basket down on the couch.

Your toast's popped up in the toaster.

He sighs in relief, knowing now he has enough time to gather his laundry and soap to race to the laundromat to get there before you do.

He stumbles through his apartment, gathering whatever he can find to toss aimlessly into his laundry basket. Then he gathers the curtains from his window to dump them into the basket, along with your dirty lace panties.

He kinda hates that he ruined them. Now, he'll have to wash them and that will wash away your precious scent. No worries, though. He'll just steal another next time and make sure he keeps that one sealed and cleaned to sniff whenever he craves your pussy.

Grabbing a few more clothes, not really caring if they're clean or dirty, he takes one more glance out the window and see that you're still enjoying your simple breakfast.

Dressed in a pink shirt, he ties his brown locks back away from his face and carries his basket on his hip as he calmly makes his way to the laundry room confident in his plan to win you over.

You finish your slices of buttered toast and coffee before wiping your hands together and quickly rinsing the dishes.

The move must have really taken a toll on you because your body is beyond tired, but you still need to push forward though all you wish you could do is sleep under your covers.

Taking a cold water bottle from the fridge, you walk out of your apartment with basket wearing a simple top, short denim shorts and a pair of flip flops.

As you approach the laundromat, you can hear a machine working already from the hallway. The door is wide open, providing more light into the dull dark laundry room.

Outdated washers and dryers line the the walls of the room - if you can even call it that. It really looks more like a building basement with the lack of windows.

You freeze for a minute as you quickly make out the familiar figure standing with his back to you as he calmly sets his clothes in the washer one item at a time.

After a glance over his shoulder, he turns around his head to flash a smile that attempts to seem more welcoming than devious, though faint worry radiating from your amygdala questions his succession in asserting comfort.

"Y/N, right? The new neighbor?" As if he could ever forget your name.

"Yeah. You're Lou, right?" you reply politely returning the smile.

Without any control, your pussy squeezes around nothing arching for him once again as you're reminded of your dream.

"Are you settling in alright?"

"Yeah, I am. Still have some unpacking to finish, but everything is going well. Thanks for asking."

"Sure thing. Oh, " suggest washer number 3. It works the best if you ask me. Don't bother with number 9. It'll take your coins, but it doesn't work. I personally believe it's intentionally rigged to steal our money."

"Thank you for that. I'll have to keep that in mind," you smile politely.

You wonder if it's actually true or if he just wants you to be closer to him given that washer number 3 is right next to him. Why wouldn't he take the best washer instead?

Brushing off the worrisome questions, you feel like you barely know him enough to make judgements about him, so you walk over to the washer beside his and start loading it up.

"Thank you for the cookies again. They were really good. I almost ate all of them."

He smiles to himself. Almost? That could only mean you didn't eat all of them, meaning there are more of the sleep-inducing cookies that can provide him with another opportunity and hopefully tonight.

His dick twitches at the excitement.

"I'm glad you enjoyed them. Although I admit they're much better when eating within the first two days. After that, they start to go stale."

They don't, but he can't risk you not eating them.

"Guess I'll have to finish them all today. What a sacrifice," you reply ironically flashing a smile at him.

He chuckles at your jokes, trying his best to mimick genuine amusement.

"What an awful way to indulge."

"Did you make them from scratch?"

"Oh, of course" he lies. "They're my late grandma's recipe."

He never even met his grandmother or grandparents. He was given up to adoption at an early age. He lies to add a personal taste; he hopes he can win you over a little with a family-friendly detail.

And he does.

"Aw, that's sweet," you swoon. "Did you learn how to cook with her?"

"She taught me enough to get me by."

"Well, she taught you well. Those cookies were delicious."

Yes, you are. The best thing I've ever tasted, he thinks to himself.

"She taught me how to make a wonderful chocolate cake as well. I'd love to make it for you sometime," he beams at all the possible opportunities that flash through his mind.

"Yeah, I'd love that! I love chocolate cake. But you gotta let me make you something too," you reply feeling a little too spoiled.

"You don't have to do that. I love baking," he hasn't the slightest clue how to make a cake from scratch. Thank God for box mix, though.

"Well, I wouldn't feel so bad about accepting all your treats. Why don't you at least let me take you out then? My treat."

"Are you asking me out?" he smirks locking his eyes on you.

"I might be. Doesn't have to be a date if you don't want to."

Your cheeks flush with warmth as he catches your not-so-subtle invitation.

"Yeah, I'd love that. And I appreciate a woman that isn't afraid to take the initiative."

You smile brightly feeling like you just took a step in the right direction.

"I'm free tonight if you are? I know a great place that serves authentic Mexican food."

"Sounds great to me. How about tonight at 8?"

"Perfect, sweetheart" he grins.

His idea to win you over is actually working, all according to plan.

[mightybeewrites]

Imagine being a fellow black! fem vampire tagging along with Louis and Claudia when they make it to Paris

A/N: getting back into interview with the vampire made me completely starved to be apart of this world and I just had to write smth about it! Hope yall like it! Anybody can read it, I just had a black femme character in mind lol

The three of you met in the battlefields of Ukraine. You slept out in the woods—underground—in a little hole you dug yourself.

You would sleep for days, to avoid drinking. Because the blood is bad here.

Too much misery.

Too much despair.

Too much isolation.

You hated it.

You needed to find a way out.

You needed a place with fresher blood and companionship.

After a couple weeks of waking up—poking your head out of the surface and feed on birds or rats that came across then going back to sleep—you felt the presence of two vampires …

Your eyes immediately snapped open.

It’s been such a long time since you had a companion—the last time you had one was your master. You desperately got out of your hole and sped to the two. It was as if your heart started to beat again.

Seeing that they’re black and since you’re black too, yall hit it off quite well!

——

Getting into Paris was the best thing ever. The streets were lively and the blood was sweet. You, Claudia, and Louis were like siblings. Louis being the oldest—obviously, then Claudia and finally you. Even though it didn’t show physically, given how you was turnt at 22, it showed mentally.

Louis had his hobbies, Claudia was bold and searched out for more vampires in the land, and you kept to yourself—also having a hobby turnt dream.

When you wasn’t hunting with Claudia or conversing with Louis, you liked to draw and read books. The wars of the world made you want to draw to cope.

It started to captivate your time immensely up to the point where the two practically had to drag you outside for some fresh air.

~~

“Working that pencil once more, Y/N??” Claudia said, walking into your room, putting on some of her jewelry.

You was sitting at your desk, drawing on large sheets of paper—pictures of landscapes and portraits hung up around. A faint “Yes.” Murmured out of your lips in which Claudia rolled her eyes.

“Y/N I love you but you have to put your pencil down every once in a while!” She put her arms around you and looked over your shoulder. Something common she’d do. “Oh—that’s gorgeous.”

“Thank you, Claudia.” A small smile tugged at your lips and then you felt yourself being pulled away from your desk. “H-hey-! Claudia!”

“But it can wait, come on! We’re going to a play! Louis found some other vampires!”

“Some other what!?”

[watermelonsugacry]

OK I HAVE SO MANY THINGS I WANNA TALK 2 U ABOUT SO HERE IS ME RANTING AND PUTTING QUESTIONS:

I lovehe relationship yn has w the tomlinsons😫 like how she has a secrete handshake with the twins and how lottie is like her little sister and LOUIS IS LITERALLY A DREAM FRIENDSHIP

I have this thing where i like to think that yn was a big fan of paramore, and she also wrote some hits like only exeption (it just screams her and also it reminds me of how she would feel abt harry)

I also see her writing 'girl crush' when harry and taylor were dating and then saling it in 2014 but idk thats just me

And am i the only one who sees a PERFERT friendship between her and jennifer lawrence??

OK NOW I GOT SOME QUESTIONS SO HOPE THEY'RE NOT TOO MUCH

Whats the readers networth? Like i know that shes rich but how rich🤔

On a scale of 1-10 how famous is she? Like comparing to a big celebrity like Beyonce is she just as famous or..?

Whats her favorite colour?

Who is more clingy, harry or her?

Besides harry and louis who is her bestfriend that she hangs out w the most

What are some celebrities that got a crush on her and who has made that public

The weeknd has a song 'the party & after party' and it kind of sounds that hes describing a girl like yn "with your louis v bag, tats on your arms, high heels shoes make you 6 feet tall.." so are there some speculations ab this from the fans?

AND LAST is the reader the teaser in the relationship or does harry like to make fun of her more? ( srry if theres any mistakes)

IM ALWAYS DOWN FOR THIS LOVIE 💚

same!! they're family 🥰

funny enough, i actually picture a lot of paramore's music to be the music that yn would make with her band when she was in high school!

in the 1d!yn universe, she wrote Girl Crush!! (I remember talking about it a while ago on here but I forgot what year she wrote & sold it lol)

I don't know much about jennifer lawrence but thats an interesting pair 👀

I'll base it off of ariana grande's net worth at 240 million. But we all know that no number can amount to her actual worth 💅

I'd say that on a scale of 1-10, she's about an 8. She's a household name and an absolute force to be reckoned with. She's the type of famous that she forgets that she is and she'll record herself reacting to tiktoks lying down in bed, make-up free, and just lose her mind laughing. Or there was another time when she took herself out on a brunch date bc Harry went out to play golf that morning. Two girls approached her table and politely greeted her, said how much they loved her and had tickets to see her show that night. But before they could leave, YN invited them to sit with her and spent the rest of the morning eating and chatting with them.

Her favorite color is lavender 💜

Harry is the more clingy of the two! He's always the one who lays himself on top of her when she's about to get out of bed. When they arrive at the stadium he's going to perform at, her hand is constantly intertwined with his. When she's doing some last-minute rehearsals and sound checks, he's sitting at the edge of the room as he watches her work while still giving her her space. Or when she's in her home studio, he insists that she sits in his lap as she works because he's missed her all day, promising that he won't be a distraction to her (even though he totally is). And don't get it twisted, she can be clingy too sometimes; she's just better at hiding it.

Her other good friends that she hangs out with whenever she can are: Abel (the weeknd), Perrie Edwards, and Alisha Davies (an old friend from Doncaster turned choreographer).

oh my gosh where do I even begin?! There's a couple that initially come to mind: Matt Healy, Alex Turner, and Taron Egerton. For some reason, I can hear Matt say in an interview: "YN YLN is totally fit. Yeah, she's a fucking babe she is."

OOO definitely! Fans from both fan bases had speculated that they might have dated in 2017 (they didn't) bc that's when they hung out in public for the first time. Some people still speculate that Abel might have a crush on her til this day.

I'd say they share the teasing role. She throws playful jabs at him left and right, but she's the one who helped coax out that side of him. While they tease one another behind closed doors ALL the time, their favorite time to make fun of each other is at each other's shows.

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

this is totally random and one of those ''going on a 2am hunt for content'' type of thing, but after anon mentioned that quote from evan about feeling guilty for straining his parent's marriage, i know it wasn't in the 2016 james franco interview but after i thought about it, i couldn't remember where he said something like that. after a long time looking through saved pages and google searches i found it. sadly the actual link is broken, it was from examiner.com, but the text was posted on another site. it's from late 2011, and i'm putting the full interview behind the cut for anyone who wants to read it :)

Interview: 'American Horror Story' Evan Peters on Tate, season finale

Evan Peters has garnered a lot of attention playing the very evil yet emotionally enigmatic Tate Langdon (aka Rubber Man) on Golden Globe-nominated 'American Horror Story.' Tate is a psychotic mass murderer, yet, he’s somehow vulnerable and sympathetic. He haunts others and is haunted by his own past, begging the question: Is he a villain or a victim? Is he disturbed or demonic?

All of this complexity rests in Evan Peters' hands, as he brings Tate eerily, magically and brilliantly to life (or rather, a state of ghostly limbo) and the end result is both frightening and fascinating. The very charming and gracious Peters talked with me recently about playing Tate and his ‘American Horror Story’ experience in an Examiner exclusive interview, during which we also touched on tomorrow’s highly anticipated Season 1 finale.

Peters, 24, is originally from St. Louis, Missouri. He became involved with acting when his father got a job in Michigan. His first acting classes were here at the Flint Youth Theatre.

‘It all started in Michigan. My dad got a job in Michigan, so we all moved up there from St. Louis. I kind of hung out in the summer and had nothing to do, so I sort of got into acting. And then I was going to Grand Blanc High, doing the acting thing and hoping it would pan out.’

After his freshman year at GBHS, Peters and his mom moved to California so he could pursue acting more seriously. His steady stream of work since then includes roles in ABC series ‘The Days’ and ‘Invasion’ and guest spots on shows like ‘The Office’, ‘The Ghost Whisperer’, ‘The Mentalist’ and more.

PLAYING TATE

Peters counts himself lucky for landing the part on ‘American Horror Story’ and was immediately intrigued by Tate. He said:

‘I thought the character was really cool because on the break down it said you never know if he’s gonna kiss or kill you. I’ve tried to make that sort of the spine of the character. It’s been a fun character to play.’

We talked about how a sociopathic monster can also seem vulnerable and sympathetic. Peters said:

‘I think what it is, is that they write him as a nice guy. A nice, sort of normal, charming guy who has feelings that can get hurt easily and he’s just sort of a very human character and he’s written that way. And then what happens is, they have that guy, kill people and do evil things. So that you sympathize with him and care about him and really feel for him and then at the same time his actions, they’re confusing, they’re conflicting because he’s doing the evil things - his demonic things... It's very well written. It’s really the writing I think.’

Peters channels Tate’s broad range of emotions - from murderous rage to heavy streams of tears, by drawing from life experiences. He said:

‘What really gets me upset is that I’m out here and most of my family is in St. Louis. My dad’s in Michigan working. And to do this whole dream, I sort of came out to California and my mom offered to come out with me and that was amazing. But, it’s been a pretty selfish dream and when I really think back and look at it, it’s just kind of sad. They didn't get divorced, but they lived in different cities for a good portion of their marriage, like 5 years. It's kind of like, I’m responsible for that. That there, you can channel the guilt. And then the sort of loss of being able to go over to your mother’s house for dinner and that’s sad.

Most of its drawn from life experience. But then to get into the whole rage and the longing for Violet...a lot of that is through imagination. I just sort of imagine being in love with Violet and remember bad break ups and stuff and that was very sad. It’s easy if you really concentrate on it. The hard part is wanting to concentrate on that stuff. It’s been a helluva learning experience and I’ve learned a lot about having to get emotional and that’s been really nice. I’m excited to do a comedy, though after this.' (Laughs)

He really enjoys doing the fight scenes and action sequences to offset dialogue. A couple of his favorites were in last week's episode.

‘Where I got my ass kicked by Teddy [Sears], that was awesome, I loved doing that. And, when I got to kill the exterminator that was pretty cool too; you've just gotta go crazy, channel some rage and let it all out in a safe way, it’s pretty awesome doing all those things.’

TATE AND VIOLET'S FATE

'AHS' fans are drawn to Tate and Violet's intense and controversial relationship. Facebook and Twitter pages have been created in their honor. Constant debates swirl around Tate’s motives for his horrific actions and his true intentions toward Violet. In last week’s episode, Violet learns Tate raped her mother. In a standout scene for both actors, Violet screams at Tate ‘Go away!’ He pleads with her, confused by her list of his dark deeds, and says he's changed.

Where do Tate and Violet go from here? Peters said:

‘You’ll find out in the next episode, definitely. And where we go from there is purely up to Ryan Murphy and Brad Falchuk and the rest of the writing staff. I’m not really sure what they’re gonna do, but, I know it’s gonna be amazing. I’m hoping that they somehow can work it out. I mean, if you really look at it, they’re both stuck in this house together forever. So, I’m hoping at some point she’s gonna forgive him. But who knows what can happen.’

And, has Tate really changed? Peters thinks so:

‘I think he has changed. I think Violet definitely did change him. I think it was done a little bit too late for her. I think he’s redeemable, he just has to continue on the path and it’s gonna be a really long path before he’s a wholesome boy. It’s not gonna be anytime soon. We’re talking a century or so he’s got before he can really round out all the kinks that’s gone wrong with him.’

RYAN MURPHY, BRAD FALCHUK AND THE CAST

Peters loved working with the entire AHS cast and crew. He described how Creator Ryan Murphy works, and recounted Murphy's 'preview' of the Halloween episode:

‘He’s kind of a genius. He visualizes what he wants to see in the show and when he was directing us in the pilot, he made things up on the spot. He’s got an idea of how he wants the show to feel and look and just sort of throws it out impulsively. And if something doesn’t feel right, he’s like no - that’s not right, let’s make it more messed up. Let’s make this thing a little weirder, more creepy. He’s always saying, isn’t that creepy? I just wrote this creepy Halloween episode and all the kids you shot are coming back creepin' on you and you sort of have a nervous breakdown and he’s all excited about it. And I’m like, 'Yeah, that sounds crazy man!' and in the back of my mind I’m thinking, crap, I’ve gotta have a nervous breakdown!'

He tried to pump AHS Co-Creator, Brad Falchuk for show details:

'Brad’s a good guy too, he’ll come to set and I’m like: ‘Brad, tell me what’s going on with the show! Give me some backstory, give me some insight into what’s gonna happen. And he’d give little hints about what’s going on. They were both really nice to work with.’

He credits the entire cast for being supportive and ‘willing to play in this creepy reality we’ve created.’ Oscar winner and recent Golden Globe/SAG nominee Jessica Lange plays Constance Langdon, Tate’s mother. Peters talked about working with Lange and his other co-stars, saying:

‘It’s been amazing working with her. She’s a fantastic actress. I think she’s very seasoned and I think that she’s very good and just sort of really brings you into the moment of the scene and it’s very good.

I also really like working with Dylan, who is a fantastic actor and just really gets in there and gives it his all and makes everything very believable. And I believe him as a shrink. He’s got a very good way of speaking that sort of makes me believe that he is Ben Harmon and I really appreciate that when we’re doing all our scenes.

Of course Taissa is fantastic, she’s such a sweetheart. It’s not hard to look like you’re in love with her, you know? She’s fantastic. Kate Mara is really fantastic, I love working with her. She’s a sweetheart. And Zachary Quinto he’s really good. He’s got this great tone of voice, that’s creepy but soothing all at the same time. It’s really kind of amazing how he does that. ‘

SEASON 2, THE BABIES AND THE SEASON FINALE

Season 2 cast information has not yet been confirmed. Peters said:

‘Next season, I don’t know when it starts. We don’t even know if we’re in it. It could be a whole new cast, it could be the same people, we don’t know.’

Vivien's babies are here and Hayden, Chad, Patrick and Constance all want them. Norah takes the first (presumably dead) baby away. Will the finale tell us their fate? Peters said:

‘It does give you a little taste of what’s to come, I think. And it sort of gives you a good idea of what direction these kids are headed in the next episode, which is pretty cool. Hopefully next season they’ll elaborate on that.’

We know going into tomorrow's finale that Vivien’s dead, Violet and Tate are split and Constance is vying for her grandchild. Previews show Ben freaking out in a corner holding a gun.

WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT...

Peters didn't divulge specific events, but it does sound like we need to brace ourselves. He said:

‘It’s definitely going to be shocking. You’re thrown a few twists and turns and you really do not know what’s gonna happen. You’ve gotta pay attention and make sure all the lights are off, because it’s a scary one.'

[nalyra-dreaming]

I’ve seen some people acting like we won’t see even a kiss between Louis and lestat for all of season 2 and even season 3! That’s just crazy to me hahaha

I like your suggestion of their modern day potential reunion being a catalyst for something like that. I mean, I personally would be a little frustrated if they changed the nature of their present day reunion like they had pre-concert TVL where they just wordlessly embraced each other and were generally affectionate (right?). Although I suppose it depends on what the timeline situation is like. They might make it angstier but I can’t see them both just not sharing a kiss after seeing each other after so long apart.

Next season might be feature the bulk of Louis and Armand’s love story…but there’s also devils minion which we are pretty confident we will see, so it’s not like the show is shifting completely to revolve around a different love story, there will be plenty, and loustat is the core so I also don’t see them passing up the opportunity to have nothing physically affectionate between them when we will likely have quite a bit of flashbacks, hallucinating, dreams, beefed up Paris storyline where they’ll interact in the flesh.

Do you think we won’t see anything ‘consummated’ up until the end of the season and there will just be a lot of erotic, teasing, slow burn perhaps throughout season 2?

Well, given by the recent casting calls, there will be a lot of consummation happening *coughs*

As said before, they have to find some way to segue into season 3.

There's several ways to do that, obviously, but I... just cannot see them waste the impact of Claudia's diaries. Or I hope that impact won't be wasted, because they did have a huge effect. They might choose to do the whole raising ghost thing differently (or omit it even), but... these diaries... meant something to Louis.

And since they are pulling everything in the books up from supposed subtext I cannot see them not sharing anything for the next seasons... they have to bring Lestat in somehow, and... a conscious one at that. If they are to continue the interview format somehow. Who knows, maybe they will indeed use another format for Lestat to tell his story (maybe he did in the 80s as a rockstar and Daniel has forgotten? Maybe there are VHS tapes there? And Louis and Armand and whoever else they have there will fill out the gaps?)

But they said that Loustat will be something like the basis for the show, and they cast friggin' Jam Reiderson... they will not hesitate to put that chemistry on screen if they can.

All that said, I very, very much look forward to who else they will introduce. We know they want to add one more "big" vampire (I say big because several were hinted at already - the interior designer i.e. and then there's Fareed, and Armand is on the phone with someone, and I stand by the assessment that he wouldn't have Marius' painting hung on the wall if there weren't some kind of reconciliation) - and that big vampire might have their own views for the story.

I can easily see Gabrielle there, btw. She would be an interesting link to the past and present, as well as a necessary set up for the QotD line. And she could fill out the gaps in regards to Lestat that Armand and Louis can not.

So yeah. I'm betting we get Loustat content next season, though it may be heartbreaking, and I could easily see the next vampire introduced being Gabrielle.

We'll see :)

[phoenix-alive]

a long, strange mental odyssey. a U-turn from where I was before - and for the content of this blog. plagued, cursed, I fear, there was no alternative for me than this path. yet I recall a moment, returning from the treatment in beijing when i saw clearly a different direction, a path i could take if i chose not to engage.

i'm speaking in vagueness because i've been in my head all night. i left work an hour early today with a migraine, unexpected as it normally precedes the monthly bleed, and this time it came before, during, and after. i lay in my bed until i couldn't take the pain anymore, and decided to take an NSAID for the first time in years. it set me aloft, slowly loosening the bonds on my vicelike headache, as well as nauseating me and setting me in a drowsy state that I have yet to emerge from.

I watched the second to last episode of IWTV (this post contains spoilers) and though I'd been excited to do this for quite some time, I felt the curtain of haze kept me from being emotionally invested the way I normally am. as the episode progressed, I found I was comparing myself to the show again, as each new traumatized plot point unfolded, having moments of certainty that in my own traumatized relationships *i* have been the louis. oblivious to my own manipulative personality traits as I'd been hung up in the past on the traits of others. and I realized, strangely, that today, though I've been ill all day with unbearable cramps and then the migraine, my mind has been strangely fixated on that last relationship. in fact, it was fixated yesterday, last night as I took a shower and found myself falling sad. i had a strange moment of realizing that every round of PMS triggers the same pattern, and wanting to break it but also this time to draw attention to the fact that i was breaking it in a way that would prove productive. it was a goal destined to fail. sadness, in the end, and a fixation on not only what i missed, and the lamentation of what wasn't working, but my own inability to find a way to fix it, I fell down a rabbithole once more.

somehow, watching this show, my mind took the situation it had bee mourning and paralleled it alongside the trial such that I was half-in half-out, but kept pausing to let things sink in, to have realizations about the nature of their relationship, their story, their arc. I paused to live-post stuff about it on my other blog, only after realizing it was slightly unhinged. Louis, telling himself that wasn't the way things happened, until he finally admitted It was how it happened. That may have been the moment when after telling myself, finally, that I would be the louis of my story, knowing that I am, in fact that character in my own story. as episode 7 came to a close, and i tentatively started episode 8, hearing louis play out different scenarios that all ended in lestat -- yuanfen, I whispered. you have yuanfen with this strange and narcissistically abusing man. i had been thinking earlier today how if you trace back the pattern of hurt in me, it wasn't really exes who hurt me, but my parents. the origin of it all.

i find now my eyes are glazing and my gut says it has something to do with the nsaid i took at 5pm. am i crashing? I have also been waking up before 5am for work. maybe it's just the cumulation of it all. I had so many more thoughts i wanted to funnel into this post, but i feel the veil slowly coming over me, dreams from last night coming back to me...

fixating on the lack of talking today, the roughness I inevitably churn up when I am possessed by my hormonal mental instability...

I wantd to watch the finale but perhaps it's better saved for when I have real energy. maybe i'll buy another dinner out tomrrow and enjoy it at a reasonable time. this post was a long ramble. fin.

[uozlulu]

Fic. IwtV AMC. The Grief We Face. PG-13.

Character(s)/Relationship(s) Armand, Daniel, Lestat, Louis; Loumand, Loustat Genre Drama/Horror/Vampire Rating PG-13 Word Count 1,605 Disclaimer As this is fanfiction, I do not hold copyright to the source material(s) nor do I claim that I do. This is for free entertainment purposes only. Summary In 1950’s Paris, Louis finds an apparition waiting for him in a courtyard behind Théâtre des Vampires. In modern Dubai, a similar apparition still haunts him. For the I Can’t Wait for Season 2 event week 2: Scenes and Lines. Warning(s) spoilers for Interview with the Vampire, brief spoilers for The Vampire Armand, imprisonment, aftermath of a major character death, fire, immolation, murder Notes When I saw IwtV Daily’s tweet, I immediately started brainstorming. I decided to do one fic per prompt and make them a series. I’m not sure I’d say I want all the little details to happen in the show, but the bigger things I want to happen were my inspirations for each fic.

The second week’s theme was Scenes and Lines. I wouldn’t say I want things to go down exactly as presented in this story, but this was the best way to combine elements that I want to see together in a way that would make a concise and coherent story. I also wanted to do something that would nod to the eventual week four story at the end. Also, since it’s been almost twenty or so years since I read the book, this is one of those “my memory is terrible thank goodness this is the memory is terrible show” kinds of fics.

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         The Grief We Face      

Louis woke in a casket, his body almost healed from its ordeal. He clawed at the wood only to find brick underneath. He pounded on the brick, but it held firm. He thought about calling out to Armand for help, but since the ordeal began, he had not been able to communicate telepathically with anyone.

An indeterminate time ago, Louis said goodbye to Armand before dawn and found himself kidnapped and confined in the catacombs underneath the Théâtre des Vampires not even an hour later. Louis tried to call out to Armand for help and out to Claudia to warn her, but he received no response from either of them as if something blanketed his brain and made it impossible to communicate. After a long time, the troupe paraded him onstage to stand trial for Lestat’s murder. The audience booed, hissed, and hollered. Louis looked to the wings and saw Claudia as if in a dream where her head was on the wrong body, her eyes filled with terror. If she said anything, he could not perceive it. Santiago cast him into a coffin and set it on fire. Louis lost consciousness.

In the darkness of the casket hours after his trial, Louis slowly became aware of a voice whispering in his mind. He blinked and asked, ‘Armand?’

‘Louis!’ Armand answered.

‘Armand! I’m trapped!’ Louis pounded on the brick, but his fists were weak.

‘I can hear you,’ Armand said. ‘I’ll break the brick.’

Louis flattened himself against the back of the casket and covered his eyes with his hands against splinters and debris. With one strike, the brick seemed to fall away and the stale air of the catacombs rushed inside the casket.

Louis grasped Armand’s arm and Armand pulled him out of his tomb. Lamps lined the narrow passages, placed where torches once hung. Louis’ legs struggled to find balance. He kept a weak grip on Armand’s arm.

Armand looked around and listened to the air. “No one else is here. We must leave.”

“Not without Claudia,” Louis said. “We have to get her. They must have buried her too.”

“We have no time,” Armand said.

“We have time!” Louis hissed. He let go of Armand and managed to keep his balance. His eyes darted about their surroundings. Thirst gripped him. His mind seemed to spiral as quickly with urgency as it stagnated from lack of blood.

Armand offered his arm. “Drink. I’ll search for her location.”

Louis drank until the thirst subsided. Armand’s blood always seemed thicker and more potent than Lestat’s blood ever did. Louis’ thoughts were clearer. The hum covering his mind was gone. He called out to Claudia, but received no answer.

“Come. I’ll take you to her,” Armand said and led Louis out of the catacombs and into the night air. They stood in a moonlit garden behind the theater. City lights illuminated the shrubbery and roses perfumed the air. Louis’ eyes searched for Claudia. His gaze settled on a lone figure in the courtyard. If Louis needed to breathe, his breath would have caught. His eyes widened and all sound seemed to disappear around him.

Lestat knelt in the center of the courtyard beside two sets of chains and two large piles of ash. He clutched something to his breast as his shoulders seemed  to shake and a sob escaped his lips. His hair hung like dingy string, obscuring his eyes. His once impressive Mardi Gras outfit was now all but rags hanging from his much too pale body.

Louis’ eyebrows drew together. It was not the first time he saw such an apparition. Lestat’s transparent form was there at the docks when Louis and Claudia left the United States and was there at the docks in France when they woke from their slumber across the sea. Lestat’s disembodied face stared at Louis hollowly in the eyes of the mindless hoards searching for brains and blood on abandoned battlefields across France. Lestat’s shadow lurked around corners in villages and behind trees on the roads. Two weeks after Louis arrived in Paris, he spied the same apparition of Lestat that he saw now, opaque and broken, biting into rats in the streets near the Théâtre des Vampires. This apparition appeared at Louis’ trial unable to look at him, barely speaking. Never once did Louis believe any of these visions were Lestat.

“Are you satisfied?” Armand asked.

“With what?” Louis looked at him.

Movement drew Louis’ attention back to the center of the courtyard. Lestat stood on shaky legs and slowly turned, revealing a scorched yellow dress in his hands. Lestat’s eyes widened when he saw Louis and then his gaze shifted to Armand. Lestat let out a shaky, sorrowful affirmation. He tucked the dress over his arm, scooped up handfuls of ash, and scattered the ash as much as his weakened body would allow.

Louis’ eyes lingered on the yellow dress. It was the color of goldenrod with matching buttons down the front and matching belt. There were two pairs of high heels with their soles scorched amongst the ash as well as a blue dress with flowers scattered across it just as scorched as the yellow dress over Lestat’s arm.

Claudia wore that yellow dress when she declared she would move in with Madeleine and they would leave Paris soon. Louis did not know much about the woman who made dolls across the street, but he knew Claudia lit up when she looked at and spoke of her. He heard them laughing from the rooftops together many times. It was such a contrast to the time Claudia shouted in frustration in their house in New Orleans, afraid no one would ever love her. It was such a contrast to the terror in Claudia’s eyes as she waited as a captive backstage.

A numbness spread across Louis’ body, pooling in his stomach as his fists tightened. The numbness began to burn within him as if ignited by Armand’s blood in Louis’ veins. Louis turned away from the apparition of Lestat and the remnants of Claudia. He lunged forward and grasped fistfuls of Armand’s shirt. “Why didn’t you do anything?!”

Armand did not free himself from Louis’ grasp. His expression remained impassive and his voice remained an even tone. “I was asleep. When I woke, I thought that you closed your mind to me. I had no duty to the stage, so I went for a hunt. When I returned, it was almost dawn. When I woke again, your mind was mine again and full of chaos.”

“You didn’t notice anyone in the courtyard when you returned?” Louis searched Armand’s face.

Armand did not blink. “Not before I went to coffin.”

Louis let go of Armand roughly. He turned towards the theater away from Armand and the apparition of Lestat.

“There’s nothing left here,” Armand said. “We should go before they discover your absence.”

The audience cheered inside the theater, their glee muffled by the walls. Louis licked his lips. The fire within him felt so real as if he could simply will it into existence with a mere thought. Louis stared at the back exit and the exterior wall around it. Slowly it began to smoke and then it began to burn. He imagined the fire spreading across the exterior of the building, and the flames seemed to dance at his direction. He imagined it surging forth to consume everything.

Shrieks and screams mixed with the sound of cracking wood and crashing stage fixtures. The flames seemed to thicken and the smoke seemed to grow. Louis did not blink. He did not look away. He all but forgot Armand and Lestat behind him, but he did not forget the ash and he did not forget the casket. The building burnt to the ground before the firefighters could arrive. Everyone inside perished.

In modern Dubai, Louis’ voice trailed. He stared off at something behind and beyond Daniel. Slowly he became aware of Daniel speaking to him.

“…Lestat was transparent and disembodied before you arrived in Paris, but once in Paris, he looked different,” Daniel said. “Are you sure the Lestat in Paris wasn’t actually Lestat himself?”

Louis frowned, rose from his seat, and went over to the windows to observe the city. “Lestat loved himself. He would not neglect his hair and clothes. The Lestat I saw in Paris was my own suffering. He disappeared from my vision that night when my rage subsided.” Louis’ gaze shifted to a residential tower nearby. His ears noticed music playing from one of the units. “Even now, he finds ways to haunt me. Sometimes I hear him singing songs of my own invention.”

“Or he’s out there recording new songs.” Daniel’s voice modulated to imitate quoting someone, though the sentence was his own invention, “‘The Vampire Lestat, an immortal rock god who drank from the same fountain of youth as Cher.’”

The song Louis seemed to hear from the nearby apartment ended and the next song was not worth his attention. He turned away from the window. “If that were so, certainly you would know his music.”

“My daughters might depending on how new the songs are. I’ve not been to a rock concert since the Eagles had their Long Night at Wrong Beach.” Daniel paused and then lowered his voice though his words were likely not private, “Besides, you said Armand was in your head. How much of this is distorted?”

Louis held Daniel’s gaze a long moment and then said, “We left off at the death of the coven, didn’t we?” He returned to his seat and his story resumed.

   The End  

[jeyramarie]

hii! could you do one florence x model/actress reader where obviously theyre both celebrities and theyre like the top trending couple of the moment and everyone loves them

and also they both post each other on social media a lot like taking cute pics of the other and stuff, mostly flo likes to take photos of reader

a girl can dream 🥲

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You and Florence has been dating for over a year but just announced your relationship a few months ago. You met when you were doing a photoshoot with Loui Vuitton and she arrived due to a meeting with them since they wanted her to wear one of their dresses. 

It was like a dream come true. Florence stood behind the monitor as you changed poses every two seconds. After a bit, the photographer called for a 10 minute break for you to change clothes and get your makeup touched up. 

“Hello.” A raspy voice said from behind your makeup chair, making you look up through the mirror to see Florence. 

“Hi. It’s so nice to meet you, I’m a huge fan.” You smiled turning the chair around to shake her hand. 

“Likewise, you’re incredible. You looked amazing out there.” She pointed behind her. 

“Oh thank you. It means so much coming from you.” You blushed as you smile sweetly at her. 

“Me? You’re the amazing one out there.” Flo chuckled causing you to giggle. 

She asked you on a date that day. It was amazing from there. Almost a year after going on many many dates, Florence asked you to be her girlfriend. You almost cried after hearing the question but you quickly said yes and leaped into her arms, immediately connecting your lips together. 

Right now, you currently having dinner at home right after announcing your relationship on social media. The world went nuts specially since so many people were suspecting it after seeing multiple paparazzi pictures. 

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You looked at the comments and likes rolling in as you finished your wine at the dining table. Some comments were nice, others were a bit homophobic and others were just making fun of you for some reason. You tried to not think about it too much but of course, anxiety crept up as you started to overthink about the fact that maybe they were right. Maybe Florence was too good for you. 

“Love, you alright?” Flo asked, coming from behind. 

“Um, yeah. Just... looking at Insta.” You replied with a sad smile. 

“Don’t look at that. It messes with your head.” She leaned down and pecked your head before grabbing your hand, pulling you out of the chair. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just there.” 

“I know but I’m here so let go of the phone and let’s cuddle on the couch.” Flo suggested, taking your phone away from your hand to place it on the table. You chuckled and walked behind her as she led you to the couch. 

The next day, you both had a scheduled interview with Jimmy Fallon to talk about your project and of course, the relationship. You were really nervous about the whole thing. It would be the first time you ever talked about your relationship with people other than family and friends.

You were wearing Chanel and Flo was wearing Valentino so saying that you both look hot, would be an understatement. Your hair was sleeked back into a bun while your makeup had a glittery wing with lip gloss. Flo’s hair was messy since it was short now and her makeup was colorful with swirls on her eyelids and a nice brown lipstick.

After arriving at the studio, you both walked through the back hand in hand as you waved at fans standing by the gate. They shouted at the both of you with love also while paparazzi shouted for you both to pose. But that wasn’t gonna happen. You had an interview to get to.

You guys hung out backstage for a little bit as you waited for your turn to go on. Your hands were sweaty and you were pacing back and forth while mumbling “thank you for having me” over and over again. This didn’t go unnoticed by Flo as she quickly walked towards you, placing her hand on your arm to pull you out of her trance.

“Love, breath. It’s gonna be alright.” The blonde chuckled, trailing her hand down your arm to grab your hand.

“I just want this to go well.” You whispered, looking at her in worry.

“It will be alright. It will go well, I promise you that, okay?” Florence smiled sweetly, cupping your cheeks as you nodded slowly.

She leaned forward, connecting your lips in a slow kiss which somehow managed to take some of your nerves away. You had always said she has you controlled and this just proofed it.

“Girls- Oh, sorry. You’re on in 2 minutes.” The staff member said, interrupting your kiss and quickly walking away. 

You took a deep breath and shook your hands as you walked towards behind the doors that would open. Florence came to your side and held your hand, immediately pulling it upwards to her lips.

“You ready, love?” She asked, squeezing your hand.

“Let’s do this.” You smiled and leaned in to give her one last peck.

“Give it up for Y/n Y/l/n and Florence Pugh!” Jimmy shouted as the doors opened causing the crowd to shout in excitement. You both chuckled as you walked in hand in hand, ready to finally be free.

[wherethingscomebackx]

Top 25 Larry Fics of 2020

h 2020 was HELLISH. So thank you to all the writers, and I mean ALL of them, who kept us occupied as the world continues to burn.

You may be familiar with these lists:

Top 25 Larry fics of 2016

Top 25 Larry fics of 2017

Top 25 Larry fics of 2018

Top 25 Larry fics of 2019

We’re going on our 5th year!!  As always, I read a lot of fic and the majority of it is Larry. I like making lists and I like Larry so I thought I’d do some minimal research of the top 25 larry fics published/completed in 2020 in order of least to most kudos (with links). All of these fics are top notch so you should all check them out!

25.) a trail of honey through it all by @yvesaintlourent (27k)

The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

Or, the TPH fic we’ve all been waiting for.

24.) even the best laid plans by @falsegoodnight (25k)

“Anyways,” Louis stresses, narrowing his eyes, “just let me say it and then rate how terrible of an idea it is on a scale from one to ten.”

“Alright,” Zayn agrees, sitting up expectantly.

“I want to ask Harry Styles to take my virginity,” Louis blurts, holding his hands out for emphasis.

The way Zayn’s eyes bulge is almost comical. “Negative infinity,” he says, voice choked. “Negative infinity times negative infinity.”

“Technically, a negative times a negative is -”

“Really negative infinity,” Zayn corrects himself, shaking his head wildly. “Louis, what the fuck?”

-

Or, Louis wants to have sex with someone and decides Harry is the perfect alpha for the job.

23.) A Distant Hazy Light by @greenfeelings (76k)

Life’s pretty ordinary for Harry. He lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.

Or, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down, until he builds his own up.

22.) Ghost Note Symphony by whoknows (96k)

Louis is on tour when he first hears about it. It’s all over the news – Harry Styles Attacked By Fan runs in headlines for days. It’s not even just the gossip rags, either. Actual journalists are covering the story. It would have been impossible to avoid hearing about it. Technically, Oli is the one who tells Louis about it, but it’s not exactly being covered up. Harry doesn’t answer Louis’ text asking if he’s alright, but that’s not really surprising. They haven’t spoken for months, and it’s been a lot longer than that since they’ve had a real conversation. The sting of the text going unanswered is still there, less painful than it might have been a few years ago.

It’s not that it’s easy to forget about, exactly. Louis has a whole life outside of One Direction now, though. So Louis goes on with his life, figuring that if Harry was seriously hurt he would have heard about it by now. He might currently be in the same country as Harry, but being on opposite sides of it puts enough distance between them that putting it in the back of his mind is easy. There’s nothing Louis could do, even if he thought Harry might want him to.

That’s why everything that happens next comes as a complete shock to him.

21.) Until by @allwaswell16 (38k)

Rural Eagle County, Colorado wasn’t the type of place to find a famous musician or actor. At least not until songwriter Louis Tomlinson showed up with pop star Niall Horan to visit his uncle’s horse ranch, and they just happened to find themselves next door to a reclusive former movie star.

20.) Strangers in Love by sweetums (42k)

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

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Prompt 51: An amnesia fic where louis and harry were enemies to lovers but after an accident, louis only remembers those memories that him and harry hated each other. now harry has to fix it. I think something like this less dark and less angsty compared to other amnesia fics and it could be funny

19.) A Long Way From The Playground by Pink_Sunsets (170k)

One Direction is broken up. They broke up five years ago. That should be the end of the story, right?

Harry is finished with One Direction. He now has a new life, one with two kids and a successful solo career. And he’s happy.

But a call one night from management flips Harry’s whole new life upside down, and he’s forced to face the life he had left behind.

As well as a certain blue eyed man who had left him behind.

18.) my love’s not simple (it’s fragile) by @falsegoodnight (27k)

“Can I take you out tomorrow?” he asks. “My shift ends at 7 but we can go for dinner at 8.”

Louis is silent for a few seconds and then, “Like… on a date?”

Harry swallows thickly. He hasn’t done this in years, hasn’t ever wanted to. “Yeah.”

He’s worried he’s misread things but then Louis raises his head to kiss Harry’s cheek. “Yeah,” he says easily. “Sure.”

Tension leaves his body swiftly. “Are you sure?” asks Harry. “I know we’re both so busy but I can’t not try with you, Lou.”

“Neither can I,” says Louis. “I think we can figure it out. I care about you a lot Harry. We’ve known each other for a week, but I already like you so much.”

-

Or Harry's new job is threatened by his impending rut. Desperate for a solution, he allows Niall to introduce him to Louis, an omega whose heat begins the same day. They click.

17.) Cocaine for Breakfast by @harryeatsburger (309k)

“It’s an easy job.” He continues, as if Louis wants to listen. “Like I said, a few trips. Parties, students, nothing dramatic.”

Louis gazes over to Harry. He’s looking thoughtful now, eyes on the green like he’s talking more to himself than Louis.

“Clubbing, drinks. Whatever, the business is just a side thing.”

That’s not how Louis remembers it to be, “You lying?” He honestly can’t tell.

Harry shakes his head slowly, meeting Louis' eyes.

“No,” He answers almost toneless. Harry clears his throat, “I won’t put you in any dangerous situation.” His voice is sincere, Louis can tell he means it, his jade green eyes glinting with truth.

or, - Louis Tomlinson is a drug addict, sent away from his beloved party-scene to recover. There, he discovers that small towns have just as much access to drugs as London did, plus something even better that he just can't get enough of. That something is a boy with green eyes and bouncy curls named Harry Styles. -

16.) Tastes like Strawberries by @sadaveniren (4k)

I’m stressed. I’m nesting and demand cuddles. Come over

Harry frowned and double checked who the text was from. Yup, it still said Louis - Grad, which meant it was from Louis from his grad school.

aka Louis texts Harry by mistake. It works out

15.) the way the storm blows by @rbbsbb (21k)

Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.

That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way.

Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

14.) bruise you like a peach by @falsegoodnight (40k)

There’s two reasons Harry despises Econ.

The first is that it’s boring as fuck. The second reason is a bit more personal, a bit more focused in a way. As in it’s focused on one specific thing, or in his case, person.

His name is Louis Tomlinson.

13.) Watching The World Fall by whoknows (11k)

This segment has been going on long enough that Louis knows what’s coming before James starts in on it, trying to sell him on something he knows that Louis wouldn’t normally be buying. But there’s four cameras surrounding him, and an audience watching him expectantly, so if Louis wants to continue convincing people that he’s doing just fine, he’s going to have to go along with it.

“We have a whole host of single men backstage waiting to meet you, Louis,” James tells him. “We want to help you find love tonight, on Late Late Live Tinder. Is this okay? Do you want to play?”

It actually kind of makes sense that his first date after the break-up is going to be just as public as said break-up. Something like coming full circle.

“Alright, James,” Louis agrees, hopping down off his stool.

“Okay, come down to the stage,” James says. Louis can’t even tell whether the excitement in his voice is genuine or not. “Right now, come on down!”

12.) Quiet People Have the Loudest Minds by @2tiedships2 (38k)

Broadway shows were one of the few things that could keep Louis’ attention for a full two hours without needing to move about. But not tonight.

The alpha next to him was both infuriating him and practically turning him on at the same time. He needed to leave. The alpha, that is. Louis was staying.

Or the one where Louis is a nonverbal omega who has accepted the fact that he will never find an alpha that will treat him as an equal. On the other hand, he’s never met anyone like Harry.

11.) The Wrath of the Emerald Eyes by @purpledandeli0n (85k)

His chin is grabbed harshly, facing the two deep green eyes that have been getting on his nerves for the past ten minutes. The smirk on the man's face does not vanish. The grip of his hand on Louis' chin does not soften, his thumb at the side of his lower lip.

His smile widens as he answers Louis' question, ''My name is Styles, but you will call me Captain."

•

Pirate AU

10.) Canyon Moon by @eeveelou (40k)

For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

An A/B/O Lion King AU

9.) We Both Got Nothing to Hide by lovelarry10 (43k)

“Talk to me, Lou.”

“I can’t,” Louis mumbled, knowing he genuinely couldn’t say it. He couldn’t admit to what he was doing. “Don’t ask me to say it, because I can’t.”

“Then… I’ll try and guess. You’ve… got some stuff of Harry’s. Something of his to make it smell like him?”

Louis just nodded, eyes fixated on the floor. This was humiliating, but he knew Zayn wouldn’t stop until he found out what was going on.

“Okay. Like… a blanket, or a comforter or something?”

“Kind of…”

//

Omega Louis has a secret nest. Alpha Harry keeps losing his clothes.

8.) sleeping on our problems by @falsegoodnight (67k)

I’m in love with you, Louis thinks. He feels empty, weighed down by his sadness and the loss of Harry inside him just moments ago before his knot finally went down.

There’s moments where he’s sure Harry feels the same. Like now, when he’s gazing down at Louis with so much adoration and tenderness. It’s like they’re both on the cusp of something more, but neither of them ever say a word.

His confession is on the tip of his tongue ready to slide out like honey, and yet he remains silent. They both do, looking at each other and recognizing the reluctance mirrored in each other’s eyes. It’s then that Louis realizes they’re both scared.

-

Or Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.

7.) like it’s a game by @soldouthaz (32k)

there is little harry hates more than truth or dare.

and louis.

6.) before we knew by @falsegoodnight (39k)

“C’mon Lou,” says Zayn after a moment, He sounds even more exasperated than before. Louis sort of has a knack for exasperating people, especially people like Zayn who aren’t usually bothered by his brattiness. “Can’t you give this guy a chance? Harry Styles? Aren’t you curious about him at all?”

Despite his best efforts, Louis still flinches at the name. He really shouldn’t be so affected after all these years. He’s seen the name printed down the curve of his waist in obnoxiously and uncommonly large loopy letters every single day since his sixteenth birthday eight years ago. He’s very familiar with the name Harry Styles.

It sounds pretentious and Louis hates it.

He hates everything about his supposed soulmate.

He hates his large handwriting that stands out like a claim on his skin whenever he’s walking around shirtless. He hates his pretentious name. And now he hates his supposed curls and green eyes and dimples.

-

Or Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed into his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

5.) Mine Would Be You by @crinkle-eyed-boo (114k)

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.

Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.

Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

4.) You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) by @harryrainbows (95k)

Harry was in the biggest boy band in the world. He was also one half of the best (or worst, depends on who you ask) kept secret relationship in the music industry.

Now, almost five years on, after One Direction has broken up, and Harry and Louis' relationship has as well, a video threatens to put everything at risk.

One determined Irishman, a massive publicity stunt and two begrudging exes are all it takes to bring One Direction back to life and maybe, just maybe, Harry and Louis' mangled love life too.

Or: Harry and Louis are forced to fake-date after an old video from when they were dating emerges.

3.) The Space Between by @lads-laddylads (39k)

Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why.

Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

2.) Nothing But You On My Mind by @absoloutenonsense (83k)

Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

1.) Collision by @tequiladimples (224k)

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction omegaverse fics where a character helps another character through a heat or rut (or both) as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis/Harry -

🧡 Light, Spark and Fire (series) by green_feelings / @greenfeelings

(E, 239k, music industry) If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.

🧡 Say Something by @kingsofeverything

(E, 105k, age difference) At fifty years old and recently divorced, Omega Harry Styles isn't interested in dating. When his doctor suggests a heat and rut matching service, he signs up out of necessity. 

🧡 Call Out My Name by frenchkiss

(E, 101k, soulmates) Apparently, it's bad PR to fall in love with the omega you hired to help you through your rut. Harry Styles begs to differ.

🧡 Where You Lay by HamPalpert

(E, 86k, fwb) When Louis's upcoming heat threatens his success at his new dream job, he asks the best (and only) person he can think of to help him through it: his best mates' best mate, Harry Styles. 

🧡 Royal Desires by reader_chic_2

(M, 66k, royal) When Prince Louis falls into an early heat, his new personal guard Harry Styles is brought in as his heat partner for the time being until Louis finds a suitable royal prince to bond and take the throne with.

🧡 Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat by @angelichl

(E, 34k, hate to love) Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

🧡 Want It Flowing Through My Streams by screwstyles

(E, 30k, tennis) Wimbledon ABO AU: Harry has just qualified for his first Grand Slam, and he’s prepared to make the most of it – that is, until his heat unexpectedly hits him only a few days before his first match. And it’s just his luck that Louis Tomlinson, the resident bad boy of British tennis, is the only person around to help him.

🧡 Behind Smoke Stained Curtains by @jaerie

(E, 15k, secret identity) The worlds align when Louis meets an alpha from the road with as many secrets as he holds himself.

🧡 You'll Be Home For Christmas by @2tiedships2

(NR, 15k, friends to lovers) “And be nice to my calendar filled with holiday cheer,” Niall instructed. “You’re going to burn a fucking hole in it from the way you’re glaring at the innocent thing. It’s not the calendar’s fault that your heat is starting so close to Christmas.”

🧡 No One Else Will Do by Awriterwrites / @a-writerwrites , dimpled_halo / @comebackassholes

(M, 13k, friends to lovers) Harry visibly takes a deep breath. “I’ll do it. I’ll...help you through your heat.” He looks more determined now as he stands up straighter and his eyes look at Louis more intensely.

🧡 Hint: I want to be yours by bluegreenish / @greenblueish

(M, 11k, fwb) the one where Harry unconsciously starts acting like Louis' alpha after they spend his rut together and Louis finds ways to make sure Harry's affection doesn't end.

🧡 Cancel your reservations, no more hesitations by orphan_account

(E, 10k, alpha/alpha) Louis is an alpha and so is Harry, but Louis helps him through his rut anyway.

🧡 a body wishes to be held & held by @turnyourankle

(E, 9k, coworkers) Harry wants to return the favour after Louis helps him out with his heat.

🧡 Half a World Away by @silverstuff50

(E, 9k, heat) Bothy: A bothy is a basic shelter, usually left unlocked and available for anyone to use free of charge. Bothies are found in remote mountainous areas of Scotland, Northern England, Ulster and Wales. 

🧡 This Thing Upon Me (howls like a beast) by @sadaveniren

(E, 8k, uni) Harry and Louis weren’t meant to be together. They’d met when they were put together through their university’s AO MatchUp, a program that set up alphas and omegas based on the schedules of their ruts and heats so they had someone to help them through it.

🧡 to wrap me in paper by @juliusschmidt

(E, 6k, uni) Louis hasn't been keeping track of his ruts, but, it turns out, Harry has.

🧡 Where I'm Meant To Be by Halos_Boat / @halohamilton

(E, 6k, alpha/alpha) When Louis helps Harry out with his rut so he can get it done in time for his exam, they're forced to face feelings they were harbouring for a while.

🧡 Scent Partner by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

(E, 4k, pwp) If both parties agree, they meet at a heat room for the omega’s heat. Everything is safe and consensual.

🧡 Love So Soft by @lululawrence

(NR, 4k, accidental bonding) the one where Harry and Louis have been friends since they were kids, but when Louis' heat comes early, that balance that always existed between them suddenly changes.

🧡 you are the fever by flimsy

(E, 3k, canon) Louis' heat and Harry's rut coincide.

- Rare Pairs -

🧡 Pride by iwanttowriteyouafic

(E, 86k, Zayn/Liam) the one where Zayn and Liam strike a deal to help each other through their dirtiest nights, but Zayn's perception of alphas may be preventing him from something purer.

🧡 that soft pink matter by alison

(E, 2k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Nick needs help and Louis has what he needs. (Omega!nick and Alpha!louis have sex.)

[troubatrain]

tis the damn season - m. tkachuk

a/n: as we all know, i am an absolute whore for a christmas fic and when i listened to evermore yesterday i knew this needed to be done. i literally haven’t written anything this fast in forever but i hope you guys like it!! (also tagging @igor-shestyorkin​ @blueskrugs​ & @fenwaynightlights​ for reading this last night and telling me it was good so i’d actually finish it ily)

The second you walked into the party, Matthew’s eyes didn’t leave you. He knew you were coming, but watching you step into his parent’s house with a plate of your famous chocolate chip cookies and a smile that made his heart skip a beat, was almost taunting him. You dated forever ago, the last real relationship Matthew had ever been in, and by the looks of it - it was staying like that. You greeted everyone, down to the biggest hug to his grandparents who swore you were going to be Matthew’s wife one day. That was because that’s just how you were, kind and smart and constantly impressing anyone who Matthew introduced you too. Every teammate he had at the time loved you, and he knew if you were in Calgary his team now would be the same. Brady adored you, even admitting to his brother he still called you for girl advice because if Matthew fumbled the bag when it came to you there was no way Brady should take his advice. Matthew couldn’t even think about your relationship with his sister, or how crushed she was when you broke up. Then there was his parents, his mom swore it would be okay. That it was just Matthew’s first love and eventually he’d find his forever but he knew she was lying. Matthew found forever with you, and he let it implode because his dream was just more important at the time. Now, he could be at the top of the world and none of it mattered because you weren’t by his side.

Matthew just felt dumb now, because you were on to bigger and better things and you weren’t hung up on your high school ex-boyfriend. You went off to college, crushed it, and moved back into St. Louis with a near perfect job offer and success practically radiating off of you. He was standing in his kitchen in the worst Bud Light Christmas sweater like an eighteen year old frat boy and you looked every bit like the goddess Matthew knew you were. The perfect Christmas red dress you were wearing sat on your frame flawless, and it was obvious that red was still your color.

“I can leave if you want me to?” You ask, leaning into Matthew when you finally made your way over to him. Your voice was low, mouth close to Matthew’s ear while you hugged him so no one could hear you ask. You were an infinitely better person than he was, so of course you asked him if it was okay to stay.

“You’re always welcome here, you know that,” Matthew answers, sipping his beer for some liquid courage he desperately needed.

“Just because your mom invites me doesn’t mean I need to be here,” You shrug, “Maybe you’ve got someone here…”

He would never. Matthew had never even considered it, what it would be like to bring someone home that wasn’t you. There wasn’t one person in Calgary who could measure up, and despite the fact that his family loved him and would accept anyone with open arms, deep down Matthew knew you would always be on their minds.

“I don’t,” Matthew says, trying to stop himself from wrapping his arm around your waist while you stand with your chest still pressed against his from your hello hug, “I mean what would be the point? They don’t make cookies like you do.”

Matthew had to joke, cover up the fact that he was never able to let go of what you had and choke it down with beer he was drinking. He liked seeing you, the same times he did every year. Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the occasional summer BBQ was something he looked forward to, sometimes he even hoped for an extra reason for you to both be somewhere. He knew you’d come, because you wouldn’t dare deny his mother’s invitation.

“Of course you noticed I made them,” You rolled your eyes, pushing Matthew back jokingly, “Remember when you used to beg me to make them-”

You stopped yourself when you noticed where this was going, you never brought up the before times. The times when Matthew would give you his best puppy dog eyes for you to bake him something, followed by a plea to just look the other way when he devoured the entire plate.

“Maybe it’s best we broke up, I probably never would’ve gotten drafted by eating these,” Matthew teases, sliding past you to grab a cookie off the counter and taking a big bite, “Because fuck these are good.”

Matthew’s moans in delight sent a chill up your spine. You hated that he could still do that to you, because it was the same thing every time. You’d see him, and for a moment you’d think that this would work itself out. You could get back together, and falling in love would be just as sweet a second time, but it wouldn’t work. You were settling into your own, a fresh lease signed in your new apartment you were going to move into after New Year’s, and Matthew was going to go back to Calgary where he was a big deal. That was always the dream, to make it big in the league and make his parents proud. Matthew was doing it, not that you ever doubted him, but you were proud nonetheless.

The thing was, because Matthew was doing the damn thing, he gave up you. It was like a deal he made with the devil when he was seventeen, he could have everything he ever wanted if he didn’t have you to hold him back. You always knew that was why he broke up with you, it was the right person at the wrong time.

“It’s nice to see you Matthew,” You muse, biting the inside of your cheeks to hold back the grin on your face. You stopped the conversation before it started, constantly trying to make this as painless as possible, but it wasn’t always easy.

“Wait, uh, you’re going to be here until Christmas right?” Matthew asks, grabbing your attention before you slipped out of the kitchen. Matthew was hopeful, catching a flight a few days earlier than he usually could and landing before Christmas gave him more time to see you.

“I’ll be at my parents house,” You nod, thinking about your childhood bedroom that was currently covered in moving boxes while you waited to settle into your new place.

“Oh sweet,” Matthew takes another swing of his drink, trying to keep his cool because you were the only person who made him completely uncool.

“Yeah, sweet, I’ll see you around,” You wave, disappearing into the kitchen. Matthew takes a deep breath, collecting his thoughts for a minute until Brady stepped in front of him. His little brother scoffed, a stupid smirk on his face when he finally spoke.

“Dude that was painful to watch.”

***

Matthew had no idea what the fuck he was doing. His feet were just carrying all two hundred and two pounds of his body in the exact direction of your house. He was drunk, well over the limit of how many whiskey shots he could even handle. He looked at his watch, it was almost three in the morning but if he didn’t get it out now when would he ever. He loved you, and all he could think about is what would happen if he could have just had one more night with you. Maybe you’d feel it, you’d always been pretty intuitive with his feelings, because he was awful with them. He had to make his case, did he even have one?

Oh hey Y/N, I know I’m hammered and it’s three in the morning the day before Christmas Eve but I want you to know I’m still in love with you.

That wouldn’t work, and he was going to have to do better than that. He could turn around and go home, but if he had to watch another one of your Instagram stories and pray that whoever was in them wasn’t your boyfriend again - he would lose his mind before he made it to the holidays next year. He snuck past the gate into your yard, not surprised to see your whole house was sleeping quietly. He picked up a few pebbles from your mother’s garden, shaking them in his hand and hoping you remembered the way he let you know he was outside when you’d sneak out in high school.

One.

Two.

Three.

You were woken up by the sound of three pebbles hitting your window, and you rub your eyes in disbelief by what you were hearing. Matthew wasn’t outside your window at three in the morning looking for you, why would he even think about it? 

“What the hell are you doing?” You ask, poking your head out the window and crossing your arms to battle the cool air blowing through.

“Come down?” Matthew asks, wiping his palms on the back of his jeans and giving you his best smile. A real one, because you’d always been able to tell when it was fake.

You should’ve closed the window, and pushed Matthew to the back of your mind until you found yourself creeping on his Instagram again. You were always a good listener, and you always tried to do the right thing but Matthew was your vice. He’d always been a little bit a bad boy, but never enough to stop you from coming back for more. So you opened your window a little more, slipping down and scaling down your house just like you used to.

Matthew could have pretended like he didn’t notice, his last name faded on the back of the hoodie you were wearing, but he couldn’t. You looked just as cute in it as you did all of those years before, “Seven was such a good number on you, I wish I could have kept it.”

You could feel the heat on your cheeks, hoping Matthew couldn’t catch it in the moonlight, “Why are you here?”

“I want one more night,” Matthew takes a deep breath, standing his ground, “I, uh fuck-”

Matthew Tkachuk had never been good with words. He put his foot in his mouth, all the time, but his plea was something you never thought you’d hear. It was Christmas, you were lonely, and a part of you wondered the same thing. So you said fuck it and decided that this was your problem later, pressing your lips to Matthew’s. Your hands gripped his shirt, trying to get as close to him as you could. Matthew was dumbfounded, wrapping his arms around your waist, his fingers digging into your sides.

“Can you be quiet?” You ask, pointing at the back door. It was the middle of the night and your parents room was on the first floor but if Matthew was quiet enough you could get him upstairs easily - you used to do it all the time.

Matthew nodded eagerly, following you inside and tip-toeing up the stairs. He was doing a terrible job, either he’d gotten bigger or the floors in your parents house had gotten creakier.

“You said you could be quiet,” You tease, letting Matthew push you against the door, he twisted the lock, smirking at you.

“I’m a lot bigger than I used to be,” Matthew declares, fake puffing out his chest.

“I noticed…” You muse, running over your hands over his shoulders. He’d gotten broader with age, and it wasn’t something that was lost on you. You press your lips to his, throwing your hands around his neck and pulling him closer. Your fingers crept up to his curls, tugging on them slightly. Matthew smirked against your lips, “I missed that.”

“I missed you,” Matthew mutters, wrapping your legs around his waist to bring you to your bed. You squeal, tucking your head into shoulder to stop the noise, “Who’s the loud one now?”

“Well don’t stop kissing me then,” You tease, grabbing Matthew and pulling him on top of you. You worked quickly, a pile of clothes in the corner of your that was going to be addressed later. Matthew’s lips were on your neck, his finger circling your clit while you bit your lip hold back a moan, “Matty please-”

The nickname slipped your lips so easily it was like you never should have stopped calling him that. Matthew took notice, and it was like music to his ears, “Anything you want babe.”

“Fuck me,” You breathe out, desperate for as much of him as you could get. Matthew slipped out of his boxers, pumping himself a few times before he gave you a look. You nodded, giving him the go ahead and pulling his lips back to yours. Matthew slipped inside you, and it’d never felt better.

Matthew was better now, much much better. His hips were snapping into you, a near perfect pace while grunts left his lips. The pleasure was almost too much, and you could feel your nails scratching into his back while you bit into his shoulder to keep yourself quiet. His hand snaked down to your clit, “Cum for me babe, c’mon.”

You clenched around him, the sensation was enough to send Matthew over the edge, spilling into you. He dropped to his elbows, placing lazy kisses on your skin while you basked in the post sex glow. Matthew’s skin was glistening against the moonlight from your window, his breath in your ear while you caught yours and it all felt right.

“You know you have to go now,” You remind him, “My dad will murder you if he catches you up here.”

“I know,” Matthew bumps his nose against yours, pressing one more kiss to your lips, “I’ll see you tomorrow? Or later?”

Later. It had completely slipped your mind that in just a few hours you were going to be forced to run an annual day before Christmas Eve 5k with the Tkachuk’s like you did every year. The idea was somehow worse than doing it on Thanksgiving, and now you had to see Matthew after you let him fuck you in your childhood bedroom. You watched Matthew dress himself, hopping out your window and back to his own house.

Now you just needed some sleep.

***

You felt like shit, and you were missing the iced coffee you didn’t have a chance to get while you trailed behind your parents to meet the Tkachuk’s. You greeted everyone, stopping at Matthew last, you were unsure of how to even greet him after what you’d just done a few hours before. He didn’t think anything of it, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his chest.

“Here,” Matthew says, nudging his cup towards you. You assumed it was coffee, but then the taste of a mimosa hit your tongue.

“Jeez,” You choke, coughing while you take down the champagne with just a hint of orange juice.

“Do you think I was going to run this sober? You wore me out last night,” Matthew teases, and he could feel Brady’s gaze on him.

The wheels in Brady’s head were turning. He was suspicious, catching Matthew sneak back into the house early in the morning, and now watching the two of you - it was clear. It became even clearer when they started running, because Brady knew Matthew wasn’t that slow and he didn’t wasn’t going to let Brady beat him. He was though, jogging behind Brady with you and laughing at whatever you said. There was one thing that was clear, Matthew got over his dumb fear of talking to you and finally did. His brother was happy, but he couldn’t help but feel like he was going to watch this explode in your faces in a few days. Matthew would go back to Calgary and just the first time you broke, it was going to be ugly.

***

The winter in St. Louis was brisk, but Matthew’s warm body next to you was enough to fight it. Your head was on his chest, and you were snoring softly. Matthew picked you up a few hours after you got home, driving up to the same lake you snuck off to in high school. He stole Brady’s truck, driving off with a bunch of blankets without giving Brady an answer as to where he was going. It was supposed to be romantic, but you’d always been prone to falling asleep when you were with him.

Matthew didn’t have a complaint in the world, you slept the same way you used to. Your head on his chest, a leg tangled with his and your hands clutched to his shirt so he couldn’t move. He wasn’t going anywhere. Matthew would let you sleep the entire day away if he could have. He carded his hands through your hair, a content sigh leaving his lips.

Matthew often wondered what would have happened if you never broke up. If you’d followed him to Calgary and what that would have been like. Maybe you’d still be together, and after all these years he’d start looking for a ring. If you’d buy a house together, maybe even be that family that houses wayward hockey players just like his parents did. You’d be the person he got to share looks with across the room when he was forced to have conversations he didn’t want to have. He’d get to take you family skates and you’d get to see him play and you’d live happily ever after.

Reality was always much more cruel, and it wasn't pretty. You had a life in St. Louis, one that didn’t include him. You were moving along in your life just fine without him. You didn’t need Matthew and it was dumb of him to think you’d drop it all for him. You never asked him to stay, and it would be unfair to ask you to wait around.

“I can hear you thinking, you might start to malfunction soon bubs,” You whisper, your voice still laced with sleep. You meant to run a hand through his hair, but the palm of your hand just hit his forehead while you moved it back down slowly. Matthew chuckles, the silly nicknames you gave him seemed to come out without a second thought, and it felt good to be called any of them by you.

“Just thinking about you,” Matthew breathes, and you pick up your head. Matthew shoots you a smile, but you knew he was faking it.

“Matty-” You take one deep breath, “Don’t ask me to come with you, you know it’s not fair to me.”

Your voice was cracking, pleading Matthew to just not have this conversation. You weren’t ready for it, because it meant accepting defeat. The universe wasn’t going to allow you to be together, and that’s just how it was going to be.

“I don’t want to go back to Calgary,” Matthew whispers, more to himself than you. He did want to go back, but he wanted to go back with you.

“You have to,” You sit up, a chill running through your body from the loss of Matthew’s body next to yours. You rub your arms to warm up, “You have to because we’re just not going to make it work Matty.”

Matthew nods solemnly, like his heart just broke all over again. You were right, you always were, it just seemed naïve to think you’d both be any different now than you were the first time, “Let me take you home.”

The car ride was awkward. The only thing cutting through the silence was the Christmas music playing on the radio. You sat with your head pressed against the window, counting down the streets until you finally hit yours. Matthew halted the car, and you gave him one more look before you stepped out of the car, “Tell your parents I said Merry Christmas.”

“I will,” Matthew nods, and those were the last words you heard him say before you walked up your stairs. Matthew waited for you to be inside before he drove off, a small part of him hoping you’d run back to the car and tell him you wanted him too. You didn’t, and that was just how it was going to be.

***

Christmas was awful, the past two days seemed to pass were pure agony. You were sad, and knowing Matthew was about three blocks and four houses away wasn’t helping. You were counting down the hours until he was back in Calgary, away from you and you could finally grieve him for the final time. The last nail in the coffin of what was once your first love had yet to be hammered in but once he was gone that would settle it.

You had two more hours until you knew his flight would leave, and you were so close to the finish line you could taste it. You were home alone, your parents still making their way to a few neighbors' houses to spend the last few moments of the holiday with their friends. You were sulking, a wine bottle stolen from your mother’s collection and the Grinch on your TV. 

A doorbell was the only thing to interrupt you, and you could see a tuft of curly hair through the window. Matthew was standing outside your door, pacing back and forth while he waited for you to open it. You thought about acting like you weren’t home, maybe he’d leave and never come back. You opened it, not even having a chance to open your mouth before he spoke.

“Come with me,” Matthew pleads, “I love you, I still do and I always have and we’re meant to be together. There isn’t anyone I want more by my side than you, and I know it’ll be hard but I’m not ready to let you slip through my fingers again.”

“Matthew-” You interrupt grabbing his arm to stop his pacing, “Listen to yourself.”

“I am, and I want this, I never wanted to give up you and I just can’t fly back there with people who don’t know when I’m faking a smile or when I don’t want to be somewhere,” Matthew explains, running a hand over his face, “You’re the best I’ll ever have and I want to spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”

“I’ll come until New Year’s,” You agree, Matthew’s face breaking out into a very real smile, “We need to talk about this Matthew.”

“You talk, I’ll listen, you can have whatever you want,” Matthew agrees, because he’d move the sun if he could for you. His lips pressed against yours, pushing you against the same front door he kissed you in front of on your first date. The porch light still flickers the way it used to while Matthew’s hands gripped your face because he was afraid to let you go. You both finally pulled, Matthew mumbling his next words against your lips.

Tis the damn season huh?

[falsegoodnight]

a new header??? it matches better <3 these are the fics I read or reread and enjoyed this month! like last time, i’m separating it into different sections: main list, wips, and non-1d. rereads will be included in the main list and marked with a star (*). 

*note: this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 1st to the 28th only

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main list ~

✰ Don’t Wait Up by reliablyimperfect | NR | 1k

Without Harry’s warmth next to him, he felt the chill of the air creep over his skin. He tugged the blanket down from where Harry kept one draped over the back of the couch for him, grateful. With the blanket, he instantly felt warmer, but it backfired when his eyes began to droop again. Trying to keep his eyes open was impossible, and he was consciously aware of how long his blinks were becoming. They stay closed longer and longer until, eventually, they didn’t open again.

so soft and sweet and lovely! made my heart feel so warm <3 will return to this for some quick comfort in the future!

✰ my ugly mouth kept running by @hadestyles | E | 4k

Sometimes second chances are more important than the first.

rori’s lush writing + abo + exes to lovers = absolute perfection. my fic cameo gives it a bonus too :’) definitely one of my rori favs 

✰ i’ve loved you three summers now honey, i want them all by @softloubabie | M | 4k

The restaurant was small and bright, soft colors filled the walls and tables and fairy lights hung from everywhere. From what Harry had read, the food wasn’t overly expensive but it was still comparable to what you would get at one of the more expensive places. If Harry could he would take Louis to the biggest most expensive and extravagant restaurants to do what he planned to tonight, but this would do.

After being led to their table Harry nervously tapped his jacket pocket, sighing in relief when he felt the small box still there. Tonight was the night. He couldn’t wait till it was time to surprise Louis with all the gifts he got for him. Then finally the big surprise.

so cute and sweet! their kids were so adorable and the proposal so lovely!! they love each other so much <3

✰ love me in between the future and the past by navigator & quitter | E | 11k

Harry's scared of history repeating itself.

this honestly hurt to read but in such a raw and emotional way?? was mad at harry and then sad for him :( this writer duo’s fics never fail to amaze me!

✰ sunshine on my mind by @raspberryoatss | E | 13k

Louis visits Harry in Portland

this was so sweet and lovely! the perfect addition to this wonderful universe! pip’s characterizations and fluff never fails to make my heart feel warm <3

✰ rapture in the dark by @stylinsonsupporter | T | 13k

Harry Styles is a breakout musician who has shed his boyband label in favor of embracing his inner brooding rockstar. His PR team think that his rebrand is the perfect time for Harry to come out of the closet and have devised the perfect plan for doing so. Enter Louis Tomlinson, up and coming (and very openly homosexual) model whose public image as America's Sweetheart is the perfect foil for Harry's new edge. From a PR standpoint, it's a dream come true - a power couple that can slowly coax the public into accepting Harry's altered image. The only problem? They hate each other.

always love a good fake dating au and this is no exception! and model louis >> really enjoyed this!

✰ Maybe, Baby* by thoughtsickles | M | 16k | mpreg

It all feels too easy, too good to be true. It all feels like a scene from Louis' daydreams, the kind of life he'd always imagined he'd have when he was younger and bored at his momma's work, sneaking around the hallways of the maternity ward until the nurses let him in to hold the babies. He'd felt so important being allowed to touch them. He'd told them stories of the lives they were going to have, houses with nice wallpaper that wasn't peeling, yards filled with sunshine and flowers and grass that never went yellow. A hammock to nap in, cuddled up with his husband.

You can't stay here, he tells himself, but Baby doesn't want to listen.

have reread this one quite a bit of times now and it still makes me so happy <3 this Louis and Harry deserve the world <333

✰ Let Me Inside by reliablyimperfect | E | 18k

Louis is Harry’s boss, but Harry is the boss of Louis. 

loved this one! really enjoyed the balance between h&l and how they maintained their dynamic in subtle ways outside of the bedroom while also keeping it separate. very much enjoyed the jealousy as well <3

✰ a scintilla of predilection by @dehydratedpoolfics | T | 20k

There, in the far back of the room, next to the only available seat left, is none other than Harry Styles. Harry, who grew up next door to him, who knew all his secrets as a child and played FIFA with him on Saturday mornings after he would spend the night Friday evenings every week, whose curly hair would tickle his nose as they held each other during bitter cold nights that made his room glow a haunting blue.

love ex-childhood friends with misunderstandings!! louis was so cute and i loved his poetry <3 harry too was so stupid but so smitten and lovely :’) really enjoyed this!

✰ Keeping The Flame Alive by @crazyupsetter​ | E | 20k

Recording with One Direction never felt like this. There’s a couple reasons for that, Harry thinks. One is that they did most of their recording on the road, rushed and in busses and hotel rooms, never in one place long enough to really get an argument going. The other, larger and more important one, is that back then he had the sweetest, meanest little omega around to distract him from all of that frustration.

The first time around, when he’d been recording his debut solo album, it hit him pretty hard. He likes to think he’s better adjusted to it now, but frustration is warring under his skin nonetheless. He doesn’t want to be told what to do most of the time, and he especially doesn’t want to be told what to do when it comes to his music.

What he does want right now is that sweet, mean little omega right in front of him with his mouth on Harry’s cock. Unfortunately, the best he’s got is his own hand and a shared toilet. So. That’s really not going to work.

✰ like it’s a game* by @soldouthaz | E | 32k

There is little Harry hates more than truth or dare.

And Louis.

queen of enemies to lovers! it’s been a while since i’ve reread this but too absolutely no surprise, it’s just as amazing as always <3 sarah never misses!

✰ Too Young To Know by @2tiedships2 | M | 35k

Harry doesn’t present as an alpha… until he does.

really enjoyed this as per usual! exes to lovers is my jam and the added angst of Louis dating someone else at the beginning... love <3

✰ Some Things Take Root* by  navigator & quitter | E | 50k

Louis' ex doesn't get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage.

stumbled upon this randomly and decided to reread on a whim... ended up staying up to read it in one sitting! so good!

✰ Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be) by @all-these-larrythings | E | 58k

When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It's just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can't get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break.

i don’t know how i’ve never read this before??? it was absolutely amazing though! perfect blend of humor and fluff and tension and angst <3

✰ Mind Over Matter (You Under Me) by @youreyesonlarry | E | 74k

It’s dark outside when Harry finishes practice for the day. 

the slow burn in this fic killed me - which is to say, it was perfect! loved how they progressed from working together to being friends to something more and how much they genuinely cared for each other! the hockey was so fun too!

✰ Call Out My Name by frenchkiss | E | 102k

Apparently, it's bad PR to fall in love with the omega you hired to help you through your rut.

Harry Styles begs to differ.

ellen truly knocked it out of the park with this one!! had everything i could ever want: abo, famous/non-famous, fluff, humor, angst, drama, and more! i loved it from beginning to end!

wips ~

✰ ‘cause all our tomorrows lead the way by @loubellies | E | 64k | 7/11

So maybe Louis’ in over his head.

He had signed up for the Bachelor on a whim after his second bottle of wine and well, here he is. He’s just been announced as the twenty-sixth Bachelor and his ass is sweating. Like, literally sweating. He’s positive that if he was to turn around, the entirety of Bachelor Nation would get a nice peek of his ass sweat.

am thoroughly enjoying each chapter!! it’s been a wild ride so far and although things are currently calm, i am still on edge!! but i trust mar with my life <3

✰ Truth Behind Golden Eyes by @lwtisloved | E | 83k | 8/16 

Louis is a royal servant born with magic in a kingdom where his sole existence is outlawed with a war he has no idea he has a part in upon him. Harry is the prince on whom the burden of mending a broken kingdom falls upon and he might be willing to risk it all for a simple servant if only he admitted it to himself.

caught up last night! still really enjoying every chapter and can’t wait to see what happens next!! things are *happening* with h&l and answers are being given!! (love the jealousy too!)

non-1d ~

✰ Keep Me Close (I Need Your Faith) by @princelouisau | E | 23k

Somewhere along the way he had fallen in love and in doing so, had broken the one rule he knew he couldn’t come back from. As quickly as he realised, he decided that he must never dare speak it. He resigned himself to loving Draco in silence.

first foray into reading drarry... and, to no one’s surprise, i loved it! beautiful writing as always and beautiful atmosphere! it’s really not a shock that i fell for these characters and their story when danielle is behind it <3 it had me entranced from beginning to end!!

finally, i myself actually posted a fic this month:

my fics ~

✰ yesterday came suddenly by me | E | 49k | mpreg 

Harry the deadliest member of the NYC assassins’ guild, is forced to face a seemingly impossible task in hopes of finally leaving the underground behind for good, but when ghosts from the past come back to haunt him, escaping the darkness becomes that much harder.

If you read any of these beautiful works of art, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!

*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

[phantomtrader19]

Phantom of the Opera west end revival 1st preview 27/07/21

Last night was an absolute dream of a night ❤️

Yes cammack did make an appearance before the show to make a speech....was surprised by how many of phans were excited to see him 😬

Lucy St Louis plays Christine like I’ve never seen before she has a solid backbone in the show and she was so fierce but could be so sweet and smiley in other scenes I was truly blown away, standout performer for sure! HIGH NOTES WERE OUT OF THIS WORLD 😍😍

Killian Donnelly, oh Killian he melts my little heart He truly did have the voice of an angel his top notes were fantastic and his emotion at the end of the final lair as Christine leaves him had everyone sobbing a magnificent phantom go see him!!

I was pleasantly surprised by Rhys actually I thought raoul’s character seemed a bit more fleshed out I’m not really sure in which ways but he felt a bit more than just a pretty boy who hung abound Christine and I thoroughly enjoyed his interpretation!

Supporting cast, Ellie Young is a gorgeous Meg and her new red hair !!! I LOVE 😍 she the same as Rhys has a more fleshed out character she just felt a bit more present.

Saori Oda as Carlotta the audience loved her! She has a gorgeous silvery voice and so much energy which really helped in her big scenes, can’t wait to see her again!

Francesca Ellis as Madame Giry, she has a very different voice to the normal light soprano that mostly all other Madame giry’s have but wow she was fantastic loved her a lot!

Greg Castiglioni was an average piangi unfortunately I really didn’t feel the comedic parts were his strong points but again it was the first preview and he’s only done a handful of shows on tour over a year ago but I hope he grows into the character.

Matt Harrop and Adam Linstead were brilliant as the managers I very much enjoyed them as personally I don’t pay too much attention to the managers but I was very amused by the pair pretty good comedic timing!

And the ensemble, all absolutely stellar, gorgeous and all in the best of spirits and you could definitely feel it!

Changes:

- The obvious proscenium...better than I expected to be completely fair I loved the extra proscenium that was flew in for the opera scenes!

- My heart was so relieved that the chandelier was sat covered on stage and when it was revealed I was so happy to see it looking a lot like the original but also a new take but a good change I can definitely deal with!

- few blocking changes I can’t quite remember all

- few lyric changes from Broadway I’m sure

- A change I’m not massive on is that they’re not using doubles for the title song so they have raoul sort of wandering around the front of the stage and the ballerinas come on and then walk off again as the song begins and then Christine and the phantom appear on the bridge and it was fine.

- Also there were a few technical faults the candelabras didn’t rise as Christine and the Phantom enter on the boat which was a shame but the actual candles still came up so the floor was really neatly lit with the candles so not a completely bare lair.

- The Policeman in the pit’s Gun didn’t go off

The candle’s flame that the phantom uses on the lasso to release Raoul either didn’t light or it went off

And to finish off, the orchestra...you can tell where the backing tracks are and it was sad but when the orchestra did play they were fantastic!!

Now to hopefully see Holly some time soon as Christine!!!!

[kdramachitchat]

Yu-Mi’s Cells Episode 4 Recap: Dates, First Kiss and Meeting Lustasaurus

Episode 4 of Yumi’s Cells begins with Gu-Woong arriving with his umbrella. Then the lights are back on in Cell Land and brought in the sweets too (There's other sweet things that adds to Cell Land and not literally), bringing Yu-Mi to look at Gu-Woong in a much more positive light. He was curious about why she didn't reply, so he showed up to check on her. Woong finds out about her broken phone and ended up with a sigh of relief realizing she wasn't ignoring him at all. He shouldn't jump into conclusions so quickly! He looked so happy and told her he thought he got dumped, which led Yu-Mi smiling. In Cell Land, it's the first time in years since it snowed. Woong's Cell showed up on Yu-Mi's Cell land as his Gatekeeper.

In Cell Land, one of Gu-Woong’s Cells shows up to check out the village. However, the cells there refuse to allow it and punch him away. There’s more pressing concerns though and as Yu-Mi passes out while waiting at the bus stop and runs a fever. Woong checks up on her. In Woong's Cell Land a alarm bells as a emergency, the cells activate the sprint mode and let Woong carry her to the nearest hospital. The Cells announced the mission as cleared and Woong ends up acting conceited. While she's still asleep, Woong received a call from Louis who is curious where he is and he mentioned that he's in the hospital with Yu-Mi. Louis is worried how he went to the hospital, Woong said that he carried her and said that Yu-Mi's light. Sae-Yi tells him it's the wrong idea while Woong doesn't approve because this is what his algorithim tells him to do then hungs up.

Woong then even buys her new clothes with a frog on the front. Yu-Mi eventually wakes up realizing that she's in the hospital and sees what Woong has done for her. Yu-Mi checks out the clothes Woong bought for her and its a one-piece. Then a frog show up in Yu-Mi’s Cell Land and helps save all the different cells, cleaning up the village that has been contaminated with stress and making sure Hysterius won't come back by putting up a fence. The Frog even saved Love and True Feelings too who were stranded in the deserted island. The cells were thankful and the frog went in because of Yu-Mi's heart. Only, it turns out the frog is just an outfit for Woong’s love cell. What a sneak! What a metaphor too. Woong sneaked into Yu-Mi's heart without her realizing it. Woong came back to the hospital to check on her. She even told him that she likes the clothes he picked and that it reminded of the festival. Yu-Mi in return as being grateful invited him for a second date! Woong is worried about the restaurants closing asking about the time and Yu-Mi ended up using the same time joke! Haha. Yu-Mi started using his jokes adding that she's a "gentleman".

The pair have a wonderful date and Yu-Mi thanked him for everything. Yu-Mi even told him to send her a text though Woong tells her it takes a while to get home and reminded her of her phone. Yu-Mi tells him that she has a laptop so they can contact each other through that. After that moment, The Dream Theatre came to a close. Then the Bulletin Board Cell shows up late at night to help clear up Yu-Mi’s cluttered mind as a way to sort one’s mind out at the end of the day, especially her daily life. The comments that Yu-Mi should remember are the ones that are moved up, especially when it comes to Woong. I really love this idea of Cell Land's Bulletin Board it's like our own board with post-it notes for reminders. After this, Woong and Yu-Mi started chatting. Woong asked her if he can call her tomorrow and bids her goodnight for real. Woong and Yu-Mi ended up smiling, especially Yu-Mi who seems to be in lalaland. The top reminder of the Bulletin Board is the 2nd date for tomorrow as a reminder by Love Cell. With Woong's Bulletin Board all he thinks about is Yu-Mi and the Cell is annoyed because he wanted to sleep, hihi.

Woong heads back to check on Sae-Yi, who happens to be tipsy checking out Yu-Mi's social media saying to herself that she's his type. Sae-Yi starts talking about their old times and the Cells know that she usually has a ulterior motive whenever she does. While she was acting way off than usual, Woong's Cell Land detected the danger ended up activating his defense mode, which then is interpreted as a bear. As a bear he cant pick up clues or hints, making him look dumb. The defense mode switched off and Woong clearlyh knows that Sae-Yi likes him. Sae-Yi went on her second attack as she wanted to sit beside him, but they ended up switching seats. A third attack came in and it's about her crush. Thankfully Louis awakens just in time, saving them from awkwardness. Her physical touch attack begins and the Cells are troubled. Good thing the taxi arrived. The mission is officially cleared and the bear ears are gone. Sae-Yi has her own bulletin board, she wants Woong to be her husband if ever she gets married. You wish.

Saturday rolls in and Fashion Cell wakes up Cell Land, desperate to try and wake Yu-Mi up so they can go shopping even to the point on praying to the Shopping Spree Deity, who in turn encourages Fashion to sing. This works to wake up Yu-Mi, who goes shopping.

Lust Cell makes an entrance and tells Yu-Mi to to unbutton her dress by a few buttons. Well, Yu-Mi ends up spilling down her dress, ruining everything. I had a feeling. Woong sees her and is worried then invites her to his house.

With Lust Cell being kept under control (just about) by the other Cells, Lust Cell ended up being freed which made Yu-Mi imagine Woong in the shower. This is just too awkward, hard to watch and yet sexy. Hahaha. The actor has a good body i give him that. Yu-Mi ended up snapping, Lust Cell mentions how big his well thing is. I cracked up so loud at this part! I cannot. Woong's Cell Land under attack by Lustasaurus who stomps around the ground breathing fire. Another metaphor after seeing her wearing his clothes. Lust Cell is also trying to calm down Lustasaurus who Woong at the same time trying to calm himself down.

Yu-Mi tries to stop Woong from using fabric softener as a accident may happen then the two look at each other longingly. Unfortunately, Woong’s phone rings, which stopped their moment. It’s a work emergency and he has to go.  Their date is over and Woong promises to message her.

He gets the taxi home. Yu-Mi decides to get the bus. Woong  heads over and returns her dress back. There's a moment when he realizes that Yu-Mi wants to kiss him. Woong then holds her hand to pull her close, holding the crook of her back then finally ends up kissing her in a passionate way! Holy crap what directing to that kiss buildup.

Woong so far is a gentleman and romantic too. Who wouldn't fall for him too?