#is liam trying out for the next penguin?

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Not Sure If I've Told You Guys...

...But William James Moriarty's new looks? GOD they're freaking SWEET. <3 <3 <3

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Harmless Crush

Ralph was a man of many strengths. He could endure grueling 14-hour workdays, fix just about anything in the house, and rally his family together during crises. But today, as he stood in the kitchen staring forlornly at the untouched sandwich Andrew had made him, Ralph realized he might have encountered an emotional challenge too monumental to bear:

His little Yazmin had a crush.

On a boy.

And not just any boy. A jock. The school’s star soccer player, Liam Montgomery.

Ralph let out a deep sigh, slumping into his chair like a man twice his age. Across the room, Andrew paused mid-typing on his laptop, glancing over.

“Honey, are you… okay?” Andrew asked cautiously.

“I’m not okay, Dadda,” Ralph said dramatically, emphasizing Andrew’s nickname with a sniffle. “I thought I had more time! She’s only twelve! Twelve! What kind of boy even knows how to play soccer properly at twelve?”

Andrew closed his laptop, sighing. “This is about Yazmin’s crush, isn’t it?”

“She called him amazing at breakfast, princess. Amazing. I taught her to ride a bike. I taught her to swim. She never called me amazing.” Ralph placed a hand over his heart as if the betrayal had physically wounded him.

Andrew rolled his eyes but smiled. “You’re being ridiculous. It’s just a harmless crush. Kids get them all the time.”

“But Yaz isn’t just any kid!” Ralph exclaimed. “She’s my kid! My little girl! And now some punk with a decent left foot is going to steal her attention away from me.” He rubbed his temples. “What’s next? Promposals? Marriage? Leaving me in a nursing home?!”

Andrew stifled a laugh, trying to maintain some semblance of supportiveness.

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Upstairs, the twins were blissfully unaware of the melodrama unfolding in the kitchen. Yazmin sat cross-legged on her bed, doodling in her notebook while Ellias sprawled on the floor, sorting through his collection of Pokémon cards.

“I still don’t get it,” Ellias said, holding up a Charizard card for no apparent reason. “What’s so great about Liam Montgomery anyway? He’s just some sweaty kid who kicks balls for a living.”

Yazmin threw a pillow at him. “You don’t understand! He’s really good at soccer, he’s funny, and his hair always looks perfect even after gym class!”

Ellias gagged loudly. “Ew. Gross. Why would you even care about hair? He probably smells like feet.”

Yazmin huffed. “You wouldn’t get it. Boys don’t have to think about things like that.”

Ellias grinned mischievously. “Should I tell Daddy about this?”

Yazmin’s eyes widened in panic. “No! He’ll freak out!”

“Exactly,” Ellias teased.

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Meanwhile, Ralph was still wallowing, now dramatically leaning against the counter as Andrew chopped vegetables for dinner.

“I bet this Liam kid doesn’t even appreciate her,” Ralph muttered. “He probably doesn’t know how funny she is when she’s trying to argue about penguins being cooler than dinosaurs. Or how she makes little snorting noises when she laughs too hard.”

Andrew raised an eyebrow. “Baby, you’re starting to sound like you have a crush on Liam.”

Ralph glared. “I’m just saying, Yaz deserves better. Someone who actually understands her.”

“Like who?” Andrew asked, smirking. “You? Her daddy?”

“Exactly!” Ralph exclaimed, missing the sarcasm entirely. “I’m the one who’s always been there for her! Liam Montgomery can’t even—” He paused. “What grade is he even in? Is he one of those boys who got held back a year because of soccer tournaments or something?”

Andrew put down the knife, shaking his head in amusement. “You need to relax. It’s just a crush. By next week, she might decide Liam smells weird or that she’s into someone else entirely. She’s twelve, love.”

But Ralph wasn’t listening. He was too busy spiraling into his next thought. “I should have a talk with him. You know, lay down some ground rules. Maybe tell him I own a wrench and know how to use it.”

Andrew burst out laughing. “Absolutely not. You’re not going full ‘overprotective dad’ mode. Leave the poor kid alone.”

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At that moment, Yazmin and Ellias burst into the kitchen, both looking suspicious.

“What did you do?” Andrew asked immediately, narrowing his eyes.

“Nothing!” Yazmin said too quickly.

Ellias grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “Nothing yet. But Yaz was writing ‘Yazmin Montgomery’ in her notebook.”

Yazmin’s face turned beet red. “Ellias!”

Ralph froze mid-sip of tea, his eyes narrowing. “What?”

Yazmin groaned, throwing herself dramatically into a chair. “It’s not a big deal, Daddy! He’s just really nice, okay?”

Ralph set his mug down with a loud thunk. “I don’t care if he’s the second coming of David Beckham. You are not changing your last name for some kid who can’t even drive.”

“Daddy!” Yazmin whined, her embarrassment peaking.

Ellias burst out laughing. “This is amazing.”

Andrew sighed, stepping in to defuse the situation. “Okay, okay. Everyone calm down. Ralph, Yaz is allowed to have a crush. Yaz, maybe don’t write embarrassing things in front of your brother. And Ellias, stop being a little troll.”

“Thank you,” Yazmin said, glaring at Ellias.

“But I’m telling you,” Ralph muttered under his breath, “the day I see him with his arm around her, I’m pulling her out of school and homeschooling her myself.”

Andrew laughed, handing Ralph a spatula. “Good luck with that, Daddy. Now, why don’t you start setting the table before you implode?”

As Ralph reluctantly obeyed, Yazmin shot Ellias a triumphant look, while Ellias whispered just loud enough for her to hear, “Liam still probably smells like feet.”

“Ellias!”

The chaos resumed, but for Ralph, the battle wasn’t over. His little girl might have grown up faster than he liked, but he wasn’t about to let her go without a fight—even if the “enemy” was a harmless middle school jock.

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Body to Body - Dick Grayson Imagine

summary: Dick and the reader loved each other for so long, but nothing was ever said to each other. Somehow, life found a way to make them finally say each other the truth when he almost lose her.

pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

warnings: *Smut*, mention of death, a bit of angst maybe?

*** Y/S/H/N is your super-hero name.

notes: i hope you all like it.xx and a special thank u to my partner in writing @boyy-wonder-grayson

“Y/n, can I ask you something?” Dick said looking intently at you as he took  a sip of his beer. Only the two of you remained sat in the table.

You both loved long conversations, talking about life, and  Bruce; about  things you’ve already seen in life and tonight was one of those nights.

Just two best friends enjoying a quiet night.

You've been crushing on Dick for as long as you can remember; the way he would always be a gentleman to you, helping you in every little thing you needed,and his smile, oh his smile was breathtaking. You needed to do your best to pretend you were not in love with him.

You weren't sure about how he felt about you, buy the way he always treated you gave you hope that someday,maybe he will confess his undying love for you.

“Yes, wonder boy. Tell me” You replied

“Why do you always defend me? I’m not a saint, you know?” he took other sip of is beer 

“I have my fare share of bad moments, but you were still the one who stood up for me, just like in that day with Hank and the whole Jericho affair. I deserved to be punished." He asked looking at you pointedly.

You didn’t know how to respond.

How much you wanted to tell him everything; that you did it because you loved him and you’d do everything you could to protect him.

But you were afraid he wouldn’t feel the same.

“Because I believe in you D. If you ever did something wrong, it was with a good intentions and nothing more than this. I know you enough to provei it"

You replied trying to repress the guilt you felt for not telling him the truth.

“So i guess i’m pretty lucky to have a friend like you" Dick answered truly happy to have you, but he surely expected something more. 

Dick wished you could know how he felt  about you. He loved you but he was afraid that he would lose you as a friend if you didn't feel the same. 

And he couldn’t give it a chance of happening, even if it meant keeping his feelings buried deep down.

----

A week went by and tonight you had a date.

You were fixing yourself in front of your mirror, checking that everything was okay. You met a guy in the bar next to the tower, his name is Liam. 

A week ago you decided that you needed to get drunk after you saw that Barbara Gordon sent Dick a text, they kept in touch even through everything and You felt like shit imagining that he could be with her.

 So you did what you thought best. Get wasted, and that's how you met Liam. You had a good time with him, and by the end of the night you got yourself a date.You were in love with dick, but you had waited far too long. It was time you start living your life.

You wore a tight but elegant mini black dress with high heels and a purse. You made your way to the living room where Dick, Hank, Jason and Donna were.You greeted you teammates and went straight to the elevator.

“Wow, Y/N, you look  amazing!” Donna said to you and you blew her a kiss.

"You going out?” Dick asked looking at you, at how stunning you looked.

“Yes, I  should be back soon. It’s just a dinner” You smiled at him and his heart stopped, you were going out to dinner. And it wasn’t him who was going to be there with you. “Bye, guys.” you wave your hand and get into the elevator.

“Be careful” the brown haired boy said at the same time the doors of the elevator closed.

“You’re a dumbass, you know that, right?” Donna asked Dick.

“Why?” he asked playing dumb.

“Make a move man, or you’ll lose her for good” said Jason that was listening to the conversation.

The boy didn’t get the chance to reply because Rachel entered the room.

“Dick, Bruce's calling you" She said.

“Sorry guys,I have to take care of that" he said practically running out of the room.

“Saved by the bell, Grayson” Hank said and Dick chuckled.

The boy entered the room, and sat down to talk to his father.

“Hey Bruce, what’s up?"

“Hey son, I have something to tell you. Diana was in germany when she found out that Penguin have been causing trouble. He escaped prison and reopened the Iceberg Lounge to cover his acts.” Bruce said

“Dammit, not again" Dick said running a hand through his face in frustration.

“I know son,I know. That’s why I need you and Y/N to fly to germany today.  we could use your help. I already took care of everything. See you later Dick" Bruce ended the call before Dick could answer.

Dick picked his phone and called you. Great he would interrupt your “thing” and for a minute he considered that maybe it wasn’t that bad, and the boy smiled to himself.

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You were in the restaurant, In the middle of a good and calm conversation with Liam when you felt your phone vibrate on you purse; you looked down at the screen and saw his name.

Dick was calling and it should be important, otherwise he wouldn’t interrupt you, but you barely knew that he did it gladly.

“I’m sorry, Liam, I have to answer this call, give me a minute.” You told the man.

“Sure, no problem” He smiled reluctantly at you and you leave the table looking for somewhere to talk to Dick.

“Hey, Dick, what’s up?” You asked.

“Y/n, I’m sorry to interrupt but Bruce called, he need us to take a plane to Germany. I’ll tell you more when you get here.”

“Okay, i’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Fine. Be careful.” You wish he could stop being so caring about you so you could fall in love with him a little less. But it seemed impossible.

You came back to the table where Liam was waiting for you.

“Liam, I’m sorry, I believe i told you about my job as a nurse. Something come up, it's and emergency. I'll make it up to you okay?” You smiled at him apologetically. You couldn’t tell him about your hero life so you told him you were a nurse and that you had shifts to cover. Well, it was the best you could make up.

“Sure no problem” Liam got up and walked you outside where you both said goodbye and went on separate ways.

[8:50, Titans Tower]  

When the elevator’s door opened, you could already see Dick with his bags ready.

“Hey Dick, i’m back. What was that about? Everything is okay”? You asked him.

“Bruce called he said Diana called him from Germany, Penguin escaped and it's being a pain. They need us there.” The boy told you

“By the way, I’m sorry for the interruption” Well, that part was half a lie because he was happy now that you were with him, but he couldn’t be that selfish, love isn’t 100% perfect, is it?

“Don’t worry. It’s not a big deal. We should go then, let me just pack some things. I’ll be right back.” You said walking to your room.

You and Dick were on your way to the airport. Passports and tickets were already in hands and also your coats. It was winter in Germany, and the weather was cruel.

“We’re supposed to met them in Sofitel Munich Bayerpost, we’re going to Munich.” He told you looking at you quickly and turning his eyes to the road again.

“I couldn’t expect less from Bruce. This hotel is the best one rated in Germany.” you said looking at your phone.

“Let’s just say he values our comfort.” Dick said with a smile. You smiled at him, resting your head on the car’s backrest.

[4p.m, Munich, Germany, Sofitel Munich Bayerpost]

You and Dick arrived at the hotel after 14 hours of flying, your noses had a shade of red from the weather that was absurdly cold, but inside the building things got a little warmer. You head to the room 809 where Bruce and Diana were waiting for you and Dick.

After one knock, a black haired tall woman opened the door.

“Hey guys, it was time.” She said hugging you and Dick.

“Hey, Diana, i missed you” You said.

“I missed you too, I’ll take you back with me to Themyscira when it’s over, I promise.”

“I think Dick wouldn’t like having her so far from him like this, Diana” Bruce said mockingly, which made Dick's face turned red.

“Dad” Dick says greeting him with a shake.

The justice league members explained the situation to the two of you; how it started and how it got to this point.  The penguin built bombs in the Iceberg Lounge, that was supposed to be working as a nightclub.

The thing was: he planned to plant all of those explosives in the center of New York. But of course you wouldn't allow that.

It was early morning when Dick found that the place was located in a further spot in Munich.  It was close to Lake Isar and a dense wood. The four of you suited up and left the hotel, heading to their location.

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Bruce stopped the car away from there and you made the rest of the way on foot to avoid any kind of suspicion. Penguin needed to be caught red handed.

“Nightwing, Y/S/H/N, I need you two in the back. I believe they have a basement down there, Diana will deal with the guys on the first floor while i’ll go down. You two stay alert to my signal, I’ll tell you when it's time” Bruce explained simply.

“There's a bag hidden behind a marked three. It had everything we need in case of an emergency" The tall black haired woman explained to you both.

Everyone decided yesterday that it would be better if there was a bag with things the four would need in case something went wrong.

“Fine, be careful everyone, me and Y/S/H/N will stay here.” Nightwing assure the elders as they left.

Fifteen minutes have passed and and nothing. No news, nothing. You were about to complain to Dick when suddenly.

“Nightwing, it’s Batman, it’s a trap, there’s nothing here and the place is full of bombs, run, go”

“Batman, get out of there, where’s Diana?”

“Go, Nightwing” he told Dick and he looked at your with worry.  

You started to run heading towards the south. Dick found the emergency bag covered in snow. You started running again and when you both least expected, you found a frozen lake. There was nowhere to go, you had to cross the lake or you both wouldn’t be able to run from the bomb.

“What do we do?” You asked.

“We gonna have to cross it” He replied  and you noticed how the cold hurt your face. It needed to be quick. “Do you trust me?”

“In these”

“I’ll go first to see if it's safe,and then we keep going.” He proposed

“Fine, let’s do that”  you agreed.

You were almost at the end of the frozen lake  when suddenly you heard noise, when you both looked back to check what it was and you could see one of penguin henchman's. 

He tried to shoot you, but instead he shot the frozen lake making the ice crack and you immediately fell on the river.

“Y/N” Dick yelled, he threw a batarangue at the guy and hit him right in the chest.

It happened so fast. The cold water embraced your body and pushed you further down. You didn’t have time to react, you tried to grab onto something but everything was water.

Dick yelled your name so many times, you could hear it, you prayed to God that he could save you, because you started to lose consciousness. With the last strength you had on your body you started to punch the ice so Dick could hear you.

And he did. He beat the ground until it broke and he pushed you out of there.

“Oh god, you’re alive. You’re alive, Y/N, don’t do this to me. Please” He hugged you.

The boy noticed you were unresponsive.he tried to give cpr but it didn't work. he wasn't getting scared the more it took you to wake up.

He would do anything to save you, he couldn’t lose you and he wouldn’t. So the next thing he did was grab you and the bag and head to somewhere safe in the woods. He found a space between the threes and he set up a tent.

“Here, come here” He helped you to get inside the tent. The fact that you and him were still in the costumes make it a bit hard to move in the little place. You were still unconscious, your lips were blue. You tried to move, you wanted to talk to him, to thank him

Dick thought about a thousand ways to help you, he was afraid you would die from hypothermia, there was only a blanket which was wet now. So he laid you down “Y/N, i’m sorry but i have to do this, I can’t let you die.” You tried to nod  to tell him that it was alright, but you weren’t sure if it was enough to make him understand. So he did the only thing that seemed viable in the moment.

He took off his suit  and then yours. When both of you were naked, he hugged you, placing you in his chest and covering you with the blanket. It was about body warmth, he was trying to raise you body temperature with his.

Time passed and you weren't sure how long have you two been like this, in his embrace. You started to gain consciousness and opened your eyes.

When you looked up to see his face, the boy was asleep. You felt the hotness of his body, the way you both were absolutely connected in this moment, you survived because of him. God, you never thought you could love someone like this.He felt your move and woke up.

“Hey, you’re awake” he smiled softly, still embracing your body with his arms and it was so good that he couldn’t let it go.

“Dick, kiss me” he look at you with questioning eyes. You only nodded. You wanted this, you wanted it right now.

So he kissed you. The snow kept falling from the sky and you were pretty sure it was freezing out there, but the warm rising between you and Dick was bigger. So much bigger.

He kissed with the passion that’s been building up for the past years. He didn't want for something like this to happen to confess his feelings but here you were. And right now he just wanted to love you like there was no tomorrow.

The kiss turned hotter and hotter and he touched you gently hearing you moan softly,  reacting to the movement of his fingers. You were facing each other when he switched the positions and now he was on top of you, looking at you deeply, his hands made its way to your breasts, caressing them gently, and he moaned in your mouth when he kissed you.

The weight of his body on top of yours accelerated your heartbeat in an indescribable way, you placed your hands around his neck intensifying the kiss. Dick tightened his hold on  your waist.  He kissed your neck sending shivers through your body. He thrusted in you with strength and a loud moan escaped from your mouth. You’ve waited so long for this, and now it felt like your bodies were made to be together.

“Am i hurting you?” He asked, looking in your eyes. his voice laced with pleasure. 

“If this is hurting, I don’t even wanna imagine when you start caressing me”

He smiled at you and you involved your legs around his hips with more strength than before with the hope of pull him even closer to you as he placed his lips in your neck trying to muffle his moanings. 

“Dick” You called his name when you were close to your climax.

“Fuck” the boy said as he came soon after.

“I love you” He said kissing you face. He looked  at you with such intensity that you believed he could see through your soul. Your heart was beating faster while  the rest of your body remained numb by the pleasure. Dick laid by your side breathing heavily

“I love you, Dick” You looked at him and said “I love you" Finally saying you loved each other brought a feeling of freedom to both of you. The brown haired and sweaty boy smiled at you and pulled you closer, you nestled in his arms.

“I’m sorry I took your clothes off, I couldn’t lose you so I tried to warm your body.” His said with guilt.

“Hey, don’t apologize for saving my life.” You touched his face

“So you’re saying that i’m like your guardian angel?” he asked you smiling

“Kind of. But i bet that if the angels start being like you, heaven would be way more fun” You replied to him and you laughed together.

“I’d have done this a thousand times if it meant i would have you alive, with me.” he said “Tonight was the best night of my life”

“Just like mine” You told him and you finally let your body rest, sleeping in his warm and comfortable chest.

After looking at you tenderly, Dick also fell asleep, he would wait until morning so both of you could walk  to the car and leave. He was sure Diana and Bruce found a way to leave, so he felt okay with it for this night.

Maybe you would never be able to explain, how safe you felt with him. You fell in love with your best friend, with the one who accepts you at your worst, the person who knows you better than yourself. And somehow, in this moment, he managed to keep you with him forever.

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HARLEY QUINN: THE COMPLETE FIRST AND SECOND SEASONS (2019,2020) Run Time             594:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        DTS HD-Master Audio 5.1 - English Aspect Ratio       1.78:1, 16 X 9 Widescreen Disc Configuration           2 BD 50

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NEW 2021 1080p HD master! PUMP UP THE VOLUME (1990) Run Time             102:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        DTS HD-Master Audio 5.1 - English Aspect Ratio       1.85:1, 16 X 9 Letterbox Product Color    COLOR Disc Configuration           BD 50 Includes Original Theatrical Trailer (HD)

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NEW 2021 1080p HD master from nitrate preservation elements! SAN FRANCISCO (1936) Run Time             115:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English, MONO - English Aspect Ratio       1.37:1 Product Color    BLACK & WHITE Disc Configuration           BD 50

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Special Features: Commentary by Director George Sidney; Till the Clouds Roll By - Show Boat (1946) Sequence; "Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man" and "Bill" Ava Gardner Audio-only Outtakes; Lux Radio Theater Broadcast (2/11/1952); Original Theatrical Trailer (HD)

From novel (by Edna Ferber) to Broadway smash (by Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein II) to three film versions (1929, 1936, 1951) to stage revivals. Like Ol’ Man River, Show Boat just keeps rollin’ along. Produced by Arthur Freed and directed by George Sidney, this 1951 version of the saga of riverboat lives and loves has glorious stars (Kathryn Grayson, Ava Gardner, Howard Keel, Marge and Gower Champion) in Technicolor® radiance, a made-from-scratch 170-foot paddle wheeler, timeless songs and an equally timeless outcry against racial bigotry. “This was music that would outlast Kern’s day and mine,” Ferber said in recalling her first reaction to hearing “Ol’ Man River.” She was right as rain.

NEW 2020 1080p HD master! MY DREAM IS YOURS (1949) Run Time             101:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        MONO - English, DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English Aspect Ratio       1.37:1 Disc Configuration           BD 50

Special Features: Vintage Joe McDoakes Comedy Short "So You Want to be An Actor"; The Grass is Always Greener short subject; Classic Cartoon 'A Ham in a Role' ; Original Theatrical Trailer (HD)

Talent agent Doug Blake (Jack Carson) is giving 100% to earn his 10%. He walks away from his arrogant singing star (Lee Bowman) and scrambles to discover another who will shine even brighter. He finds effervescent songstress Martha Gibson. Doris Day plays Martha. Think she has a chance? During the shooting of Day’s first film (Romance on the High Seas), director Michael Curtiz was sure the sparkling newcomer had much more than a chance and set the wheels in motion for My Dream Is Yours. Curtiz dots his film with authentic Hollywood locales (including the fabled Schwab’s Pharmacy). And Bugs Bunny himself hops into a dream sequence. Welcome to the Dream Factory. Make it yours.

NEW 2020 1080p HD master from 4K scan of Original Technicolor Negatives! ON MOONLIGHT BAY (1951) Run Time             95:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        MONO - English, DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English Aspect Ratio       1.37:1 Disc Configuration           BD 50

Special Features: 'Let's Sing a Song About the Moonlight' vintage short; Classic Cartoon 'A Hound for Trouble'; Original Theatrical Trailer (HD)

Not since Judy met the boy next door in St. Louis has there been a heaping of tuneful, romantic Midwestern American life like this! Doris Day and Gordon MacRae team for spoonin’, croonin’ and swoonin’ On Moonlight Bay, based on Booth Tarkington’s Penrod stories. “Try not to walk like a first baseman,” Mama (Rosemary DeCamp) tells tomboy Marjorie (Day) as she prepares to date college man Bill (MacRae). The advice takes. The lovebirds hear wedding bells ahead, just as soon as Bill gets his sheepskin. But World War I rages “over there.” And Papa (Leon Ames) rages at home after a flap with his prospective son-in-law. Will harmony return to this Hoosier home? Surely Day and MacRae will make musical harmony. And On Moonlight Bay will have you sailing along.

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June 2023

Emma: That is not true.

Killian: It most definitely is true.

Emma: I don’t believe you.

Killian: All these years together and you still don’t believe me.

Emma: Because there’s no way in hell that Scarlet is walking around in a speedo.

Emma: The thought alone is horrible.

Killian: I can send you a picture.

Emma: I will stab my own eyes with a fork.

Killian: You’d like me in a speedo.

Emma: No one needs to see that much of you.

Killian: Swan, I hate to tell you this, but you’ve seen me naked.

Killian: And I know it doesn’t make you want to stab your own eyes out.

Emma: You’re so full of yourself.

Killian: If I was home, you could be full of me.

Emma: That is undoubtedly the worst pick-up line you’ve ever used.

“She’s right, you know?”

“Huh?”

“Emma. She’s right.”

Killian closes out his phone and drops it to his lap, adjusting himself in his seat and pulling at his shorts to make them a little longer. “Are you reading my texts?”

Robin shrugs. “We’re sitting close, and you are holding your phone in a pretty obvious way.”

���Didn’t take you for the nosy type.”

“Didn’t take you for the type to not be able to flirt with your wife.”

Killian chuckles and leans his head back. “Locksley, there are about a million jokes I could make about your single status right now.”

“How do you know I’m single?”

He turns his head to the side and lifts his glasses off his face. “Are you not?”

“Oh, no, I am, but I wanted to fuck with you.”

“What about your date with – ”

“There’s possibility there, but I’m not sure. I don’t…I know I eventually have to get back out there, that it’s been practically forever, but no one’s ever made me feel like Marian did.”

Killian swallows and reaches over to clasp Robin’s shoulder. He gets it in a roundabout way. He can’t imagine losing Emma. He won’t let himself think of that fear too much, but the moments that he does allow the thoughts to creep in are the moments that make him have the slightest bit of understanding of Rob. He never thought he’d be able to move on from Milah, but he did. To have to move on from Emma though…

“You’re doing your best, mate.”

Robin huffs. “I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Well, you should.”

“How’s the kid?” Robin asks. Okay, so they’re done with that conversation then. “Still adorable?”

“Didn’t you see him before we left?”

“Yeah, but I really want to change the subject.”

Killian sighs and picks his phone up again, clicking on Emma’s messages and going to the pictures she’s been sending him while he’s been gone. It’s been multiple pictures and videos every day for two weeks, which is longer than they ever go away from each other, and he’s desperately clinging to these small snippets of Jace.

And Emma.

“Emma took Addy, Lucy, and Jace to the zoo yesterday. I think Ariel and Morgan joined them. Apparently Jace loved all of the animals in the water.” Killian swipes over to a picture of Emma holding Jace in front of the penguin exhibit before swiping over to a picture of Emma holding Jace while he wails in front of a group of monkeys. “And then hated everything else.”

“Sounds about right. Has Emma recovered from being in charge of all of those kids?”

“She’s probably never going to talk to Liam and Elsa again.”

Robin laughs and leans forward to stretch out, moving his right arm in a few circles. “How long are we going to leave Scarlet to run around scarring all of the kids on the beach?”

“How long until we have to go to practice?”

“Two hours.”

“Then we give him another hour to even out those awful tan lines, and then we haul his ass out of here and get rid of his Speedo as soon as humanly possible.”

“I like the way you think.”

-/-

His phone is ringing.

Why is his phone ringing?

That is his phone ringing, right?

The tell-tale sound keeps going off, and Killian slowly opens his eyes and rolls over in bed until he’s fumbling for his phone, pulling it off the charger and sliding his finger across the screen.

“Hello?”

“Did I wake you?”

“Emma?”

“Oh shit. I did wake you. I’m sorry. Go back to bed.”

And then the phone line goes dead.

What the hell?

Killian sits up and straightens his back against the headboard before hitting Emma’s contact. It rings twice before she answers.

“I said go back to bed.”

“Swan, what the hell is going on?”

Emma sighs. It’s long and low, and Killian swears he can feel it in his bones three thousand miles away. “It’s nothing. Really.”

“It’s three in the morning. It can’t be nothing.”

“It’s technically six for me.”

“But it’s three for me.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m an asshole for waking you up.”

“No,” Killian corrects, putting his phone on speaker and dropping it to his lap while he starts stretching out his arms. If he’s this stiff later, he’s going to be goddamn awful on the mound tonight. “You’re not. Now, why’d you call? You’re never up this early.”

“I can be up this early.”

“Only when I drag you out of bed.”

Emma huffs, and then all of the sudden his phone is ringing again until he’s tapping at it and Emma’s face is suddenly in front of him.

“Hey, beautiful.”

“Are you even looking at my face?”

“I am,” he tells her. her hair is pulled back into a bun, flyaway pieces framing her face, and she’s got bags under her eyes he doesn’t think he’s ever seen. Her eyes are also red, either from lack of sleep or crying. Or both. God, he hopes it’s simply because she’s tired. “You’re beautiful.”

“You’re a liar who has some major bedhead.”

“Well, I was asleep, love.” Emma scrunches her nose up before wiping her eyes while yawning. “Sweetheart, as much as I love this conversation, I wish you would tell me what’s wrong.”

“What makes you think something is wrong?”

“I feel like I’m going in circles here, Swan. Help me out.”

Emma groans and falls back against the couch. He misses that couch far more than he ever thought he would. He also misses the woman having some kind of break down on top of it.

“I need you to come home,” she finally mumbles. “I am an independent woman who has always done fantastic on my own. I can do things on my own. I really can. But twenty-nine, if you aren’t home within the next twenty-four hours, I’m going to lose my damn mind.”

“You and I both know it’s going to be a little longer than that.”

“Fuck off.”

“Swan.”

“No, I mean it. Jace is regressing. Like, with his sleep, and I’m going crazy. Because, of course, he doesn’t just wake up and soothe himself back to sleep. He cries, and because I’m not a monster, I get up to make sure he’s okay. But I’m so tired. It’s like he’s a newborn again except less breakable, and sometimes I wonder why the hell we wanted to be parents when we both knew that our schedules are batshit crazy.”

“Is he asleep now?”

“Yep.”

“And you didn’t feel like going back to sleep, too?”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“Emma,” Killian sighs. He sinks back down onto the mattress, pulling the blankets up over him and propping his head in his hand while he looks at his phone. All he wants is to wrap his arms around her, but he can’t do that. Not yet. “I miss you, love. You’re not alone in that.”

“Which makes me feel far less pathetic.”

“I don’t think missing your partner makes you pathetic.”

“Calling me your partner makes us sound like we’re in business together.”

“Is lover better?”

“Oh my God,” Emma mumbles. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet you’re the one missing me.”

“Yeah, I am.” Emma blinks at him, small, beautiful smile on her face. “I don’t know. I feel like I should be used to not spending all of our time together. I mean, no offense, but I like our breaks. We need them to stay sane. But this is a really long one, and I need someone to help me with our kid. I’m also really horny, which is a word I absolutely despise, and I miss your face.”

Killian has to bite his cheek to keep from bursting out into laughter. He shouldn’t laugh. It’s not funny. He feels the exact same way Emma feels. This swing used to be one of his favorites. He loves being out west, but that was before he had someone – two someone’s – waiting for him back home like he does now.

“When I get home, you can stare at my face as much as you want. You can stare at it when I’m the one who’s up with Jace. You can stare at it when I’m fucking you until you can’t breathe. You can stare at me as I do the dishes and clean up all the stuff Jace spills. You can stare at my face when it’s your literal job to stare at my face and tell the world when I’m sucking it up. Whatever you want, you can have.”

“I like the sound of you doing the dishes. That may be the sexiest thing you’ve ever said.”

He scoffs before flashing his teeth. “I know you had meetings at home, which is why you two couldn’t travel with us, but next time the trip is this long, I’m not leaving you and Jace behind. You two should have seen Will at the beach yesterday.”

“I got the picture. I saw enough to know that Belle is a very lucky woman.” Her mouth flattens into a straight line. “If you ever tell Will that, I will murder you.”

Killian yawns. He tries to stop it, but it’s pretty much a hopeless task. “I promise I would never try to inflate Scarlet’s ego like that.”

“We would never hear the end of it.”

He yawns again. Dammit.

“Killian.”

“What?”

“Go back to bed.”

“No, no, I’m fine. I’m happy to talk to you.”

“It’s three in the morning for you. I shouldn’t have called. Go back to bed. I’ll call you before the game tonight, okay? I’ll facetime with Jace so you can see him.”

“Good. We all know I only really want to talk to him anyway.”

“You carry a child in your body for nine months, have it destroy your vagina, and then your husband likes the kid better than he likes you. Is it all worth it?”

“Aye,” Killian sighs, his smile widening at simply the thought of his family. “You know you’re my number one, sweetheart. Jace is simply our number one. Together.”

“Well, as long as I’m beating the kid out.”

He huffs and closes his eyes before blinking them back open. “I love you, Swan. I hope you get some sleep and that Jace gets his act together.”

“I love you, too. See you in four days.”

“Three and half.”

“Semantics.”

“Yeah, but the good kind here. I’m trying to get home to you. I promise.”

-/-

His shoulder hurts when he pitches that night.

More than it has and more than it should, and after the fourth inning, he asks to leave the game, calling Archie and getting a massage and praying that things get better.

The next day, it’s much less stiff, and sitting on the plane to San Francisco only bothers him a little bit.

But it doesn’t matter. None of it matters because they’re traveling to the last city they have to go to before he can go home.

To his bed.

To Jace.

To Emma.

They sweep the Giants, which feels fucking fantastic after losing to the Dodgers, and the more time he spends here, the more it feels wrong to be here without Emma. This was where a lot of things started for them. They kissed for the first time in the stands, and he swears his entire world stopped in that moment before starting again, his heart beating at a slightly different rate.

So when they get on their chartered plane and take off from the tarmac, Killian lets out a sigh of relief and tries to get some sleep so he won’t be beyond exhausted.

He obviously doesn’t sleep.

He feels every minute of the damn plane ride, ends up getting his computer out and going through the files his accountant sent him, which really doesn’t help how long the plane ride is, but eventually he sees the lights of Manhattan and feels his heart in his chest.

This is the best job in the world. Truly. But damn is it hard sometimes.

“You want to go get dinner?” Will asks him as they grab their bags from the overheads.

“It’s two in the morning, Scarlet.”

“I can guarantee half of the restaurants in the city are open.”

“I kind of want to get home, mate. Don’t you?”

Will shrugs. “Belle is in Detroit with an author. I think I could go for about two pizzas just for me.”

Killian hooks his backpack around his shoulders. “Maybe tomorrow. Call and I’ll see if we can come meet you for lunch.”

“I’m pretty sure you two will be otherwise occupied.”

“Don’t be gross.”

“I meant with your kid. Look whose mind was in the gutter.”

Killian rolls his eyes. “Call tomorrow around noon. We’ll go get pizza with you.”

“Can I come to the house in my pajamas and we order in?”

He claps his hand on Will’s shoulder. “Even better.”

The car ride back to the brownstone takes exactly twenty-three minutes. He shouldn’t know that. He definitely shouldn’t have kept track, but the anticipation of being home is enough to have his leg shaking up and down. He’s been away before. Hell, he’s spent half of the past twelve years on the road, but wanting to be home this time has been different.

Jace has apparently been hellish for Emma. She’s exhausted between taking care of him and working and worrying about Killian and the team.

She deserves some help other than David stopping by with Chinese takeout once.

Killian’s quiet as he pads into the kitchen from the garage, flicking on the lights and dropping his bags to the ground. He’ll get them in the morning when he does laundry. Slowly, he moves to the stairs and walks up them until he gets to the top floor. Jace’s room is open, the kid fast asleep in his crib, and while Killian wants to hold him, he dares not wake him up and mess up his sleep schedule any more than it’s already messed up. If he’s asleep right now, it’s pretty much a miracle.

Miracles shouldn’t be awoken.

His bedroom door, however, isn’t open, and when Killian cracks it open, it creaks. He’ll have to fix that tomorrow…which is later today. He’ll fix it at some point.

Emma’s face is buried in her pillow, her body stretched out over almost half of the bed, and Killian has to stifle his laugh. She’s never going to be someone who stays on her side of the bed.

She’s also about to have the shit scared out of her because that happens every damn time he comes home.

“Swan,” Killian whispers, taking the gentle approach. She doesn’t move, so he moves to climb into bed, the mattress dipping under his weight before he pushes at her shoulder. “Emma, sweetheart, wake up.”

Suddenly, she jolts, falling backward and catching herself at the edge of the mattress with her eyes wider than he’s ever seen them. “What the fuck?”

“Ah, just how I like to be greeted when I come home.”

“Shut up. My heart is going to leave my body.”

“That’s not possible.”

“It’s about to be possible.”

He doesn’t bother holding in his chuckle now, laughing as he leans forward to wrap his arms around Emma, pushing her down to the mattress before climbing on top of her. Neither of them move, her chest still quickly moving up and down, and he waits for her to calm down.

Damn. It feels good to be home.

Emma reaches up to tuck his hair behind his ear, her mouth softly curling at the corners. “That was the longest road trip in existence. I’m still not entirely sure you’re here.”

“I’m here. You’re not having some kind of awful hallucination.”

“Good,” she laughs before pushing up to press her mouth into his. As always, it’s magic to be with her, to feel the softness of her lips and her skin pressing into the roughness of his beard that grew out a little too much while he was on the road. He’s tired, his body beyond exhausted, but there’s nothing else he’d rather be doing than lying in his bed kissing his wife after not being able to do that for weeks. “Your beard is long.”

“I’ll shave it tomorrow,” he promises, mouth still ghosting over hers.

“I kind of like it.”

“The shave can wait.”

“But it does itch.”

“I’m getting mixed signals here, love.”

“I,” she starts as his lips trail to her jawline in search of the spot that always riles her up. “I-I mostly just want you.”

“Mhm, I like that answer.”

His next few movements are anything but graceful. They’re slow and clumsy, and he fumbles with the damn drawstring on Emma’s pajama bottoms that she had tied far too tightly. She can’t stop laughing at him, the sound bouncing around the walls of their bedroom, and he swears when he pushes inside of her that she’s saying something about a stain on the t-shirt that’s now in a pile of clothes at the foot of the bed.

“Are you delusional?” he asks as he starts to get into a rhythm that’s comfortable for the both of them.

“I told you I wasn’t getting a lot of sleep.” Her nails scratch along his back, and she loops her calf around his ass, pushing him further into her. “Neither were you.”

“We can go to sleep after this.”

“Ah, my favorite part of sex – the sleeping afterward.”

It’s Killian’s turn to laugh as he kisses Emma, the sound getting caught up with her. They’re both delusional, both too tired to be doing this, but it feels so damn good to be connected with her like this.

It’s coming home in every single way.

“Did you see Jace?” Emma asks sometime later as her head rests on his chest, the sweat there dried.

“Aye, I saw him. Thought it best not to wake him though.”

“I would have murdered you.”

“Oh, I know you bloody would have. That was the first thought I had.”

“You know me so well.”

He runs his hand down her back until his fingers are tapping along her ass. “I know better than to wake a baby. I’ve been doing this dad thing for a few months. I think I’ve got the hang of it.”

“You just majorly jinxed us.”

“Maybe so.”

Emma sighs and turns her cheek from his chest. He feels her press a kiss to his collarbone, and he leaves one on her hairline in response.

“What time do you have to go to practice tomorrow?”

“I’m not. I’m going to run on the treadmill here. What time do you have to go into work?”

“Five.”

“And how long do you think we’ll have before Jace wakes us up?”

“Somewhere between an hour, if this past week has been any indication, or four hours if he’s miraculously back to normal now that you’re home.”

“So we best get our sleep while we can then.”

“Yes,” Emma groans, falling off of him and flopping back onto the mattress, her hair getting tangled and a ridiculous smile on her face. “That is exactly what I was thinking.” She sits up and immediately leans over to press her mouth into his. “Glad you’re home, Jones.”

“Glad to be home, darling.” He kisses her again, holding onto her a bit tighter when she attempts to fall away from him and back to the mattress. “I’ll get the kid when he wakes up.”

“I have never loved you more than I do in this moment.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. I love you. Let’s get some sleep.”

“Love you, too, twenty-nine.”

“Oh, Will is coming over for pizza tomorrow.”

Emma groans. “As long as he isn’t wearing a speedo, I don’t care.”

-/-

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[kingliam-rys]

hello! #12 for Liam x Riley, little one prompt. if you have time, thank you very much!

I went back and forth so many times on what I wanted this prompt to focus on. There was the obvious choice of TRR gang throwing Eleanor’s first birthday, but I just didn’t feel like that would provide a compelling story, so I went for something a little different. I hope you like it!!! Thanks for requesting! ❤️

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Prompt #12: Little one’s first birthday.

Happy First Birthday Princess Eleanor (Liam x MC)

December 1st 2020, 4:27am. Just a few more minutes Riley thought. She was lying in bed, her husband snoring peacefully beside her. How? She considered. Today was going to be a big day, marking an important milestone in their baby girl’s life. And Riley could not sleep a wink.

 Her inner thoughts grappled with one another, she was overjoyed as this day marked one year since her daughter was born, an obvious-happy occasion. But her little baby was growing up fast, too fast, in Riley’s eyes. The past year brought about so many milestones. Her first laugh, her first teeth, Her first wave, her first words, her first steps. The important discoveries and moments that they got to share together- first trips and all the important balls and galas thrown in Little Eleanor’s honor. Some milestones, only the Heir of Cordonia would ever get to experience, the presentation ceremony, her anointment, the Red Apple Gala celebrating her first 100 days. All important, and some not so joyous milestones, getting her released from her first betrothal. Riley chuckled as that thought crossed, hopefully the only one they would have to get her out of.

 Yes, Eleanor’s first year was rather eventful, and Riley was proud that even though she and Liam were ruling a kingdom, they were able to witness every wonderful moment of it. It was the one thing she was apprehensive about when they started to talk about expanding their family. Would they actually get to be around and present in their child’s life. Liam made sure of it, it took a bit of finagling some days, but he always made sure that they were there, and together. 

 Riley took another glance at the clock, 4:33am. Silently, she moved out of bed, taking careful steps to a path she’s journeyed countless times before. Slowly opening the door to Eleanor’s nursery, she stepped in, taking the short walk to the crib, peering over the edge, watching her little Ellie. Tiny snores passed through her lips, one hand clutching to her stuffy -a lion she got from her aunts and uncles- as she slept peacefully. 

 Even though the baby in front of her had grown and changed so much. Riley still saw the tiny bundle she held for the first time one year ago. Recalling the tiny face that screamed upon taking her first breath into the world. Riley pressing kisses to the wisps of dark brown hair as she held Eleanor against her chest. Watching from the bed as the doctor cleaned up the tiny bundle, wrapping her snug, and placing her back into Riley’s waiting arms. Slate blue eyes attempting to make out the world around her… Yes, Riley remembered it quite well. It was ingrained in her mind. Even though her daughter’s arrival was early and their birth plan was thrown out the window. It was something she hoped to always remember.

 Now, little Eleanor’s wisps of hair grew into long dark curly locks. The slate blue eyes growing more vivid in color and identical to her father’s. The once small baby had grown so quickly, now with rolls on her thighs and chubby hands that always reached for her parent’s the instant she saw them. Riley released a contented sigh at the sight of her little princess.

 As if she could sense her mother’s presence, Ellie’s eyes began to flutter open, sleepy baby blues regarded her back. Ellie immediately reached up to her. Riley cradling her little one close, as she sat them in the rocking chair. Ellie rested her head on her mother’s shoulder as Riley rocked with her silently, thinking back again to this exact moment one year ago, when she held her for the first time. Tears pricked at her eyes. “Happy Birthday Eleanor, can you believe you are one year old?” Riley whispered, receiving a responding tired coo from her daughter, “I can’t believe it. I feel like just yesterday you were inside mommy’s tummy, and now look at you.” She continued, the tears beginning to fall down her cheeks. 

 “I know your first year has been rather hectic.” She considered, her fingers tracing tiny circles along her daughters back, eliciting another coo from Ellie, “And we faced many obstacles as a family, but we would go through it all over again, and again, to keep you safe and in our arms.”

 Riley rested her head against her daughter’s, Eleanor’s eyes drooping again, as she dozed off. Sleep not reaching Riley at all. She thought ahead to the party that was set for later today. A big hoopla from what she could tell. Her assistant and a team of party planners asked her about details of the event back when Eleanor was only six months old. The heir’s first birthday took too many preparations, and would probably be way over the top. In an attempt to have some control over it, Riley decided on a  winter wONEderland theme. Trying to keep some of her daughter’s upbringing normal, figuring that when she looked back to her first birthday, it would still have a bit of cringe and cheesiness to it. 

 Though the party planners took the theme a step further. Fake snow was set to be decorated across the Palace gardens, carnival games were to be set up, penguins were supposed to be brought over from the local zoo, a popup ice skating rink situated in the lawn, extravagant food and desserts, and a cake that would be over five feet tall… All for a one year old’s birthday, that she wouldn’t even remember. 

 “Your party today should be a real treat, and I know it may seem like it’s over the top, but truthfully mommy and daddy would give you the world if we could, so it’s only fitting your first birthday is a smashing hit.” Riley explained to the sleeping baby, not willing to let her out of her arms yet, “I think daddy may have thrown in a few surprises for you that I don’t even know about.”

 “You have him wrapped around your little finger,” Riley mulled, continuing to rock the sleeping baby.

 “Just like her mother does.” Riley lifted her head, making out the silhouette of her husband at the door. “I didn’t hear her crying” he continued, walking into the room, kneeling down next to his girls. 

 “She wasn’t, I just- wanted to see her, have her in my arms, as she officially turned one.” Riley admitted. Liam smirked at his wife, his heart filling with love. There were many versions of Riley; strong Riley, who never let anything stop her, Queen Riley who was bright and determined and refined, but Riley as a mother, was his favorite. It made him fall in love with her all over again.

 He combed his fingers through her hair, his recollection of Eleanor’s first year forming. The fear he felt of becoming a father, his personal experiences with his own father were stiff and distant, so when he held his daughter for the first time, he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, it easily rivaled that of being a king. Though that fear and pressure ceased soon after, watching the little blue eyes attempt to understand the blurry world around her, the tiny hand that wrapped around his finger. His heart swelled with so much love and happiness, he was truly on cloud nine. She was this tiny little thing, and now she was running around-all over their chambers, babbling off words, no longer the little baby he held 12 months ago. “She’s growing up quickly” He weighted, gently running a hand along Ellie’s back, “makes these moments all the more special” 

 “Mhm.” Riley’s eyes were closed now, her mind taking in everything. It’s one of those moments. One that she would hold on to for years.

 “Why don’t we get this little princess back in her crib and head to bed.” He mused, stirring Riley from her relaxed state, “we’ve already got a long day ahead of us. We should get as much sleep as we can.”

 Riley agreed to his reasoning, slowly rising from the rocker, careful not to disturb Eleanor as she placed her in the crib. Taking a few more seconds to regard the infant. A happy sigh releasing from Riley’s lips as she grabbed her husband’s hand and gave it three soft squeezes.

 “I love you too.” He whispered, placing an arm around her shoulder leading Riley out of the room and back towards their bedroom.

[ratchedspeach]

R&R

Prompt written for Falliam Frenzy Week 4 - “Are you flirting with me?” and “…or we could make out.” This isn’t nearly as angsty as my other stuff - thought I would let these two have a little fluffy moment hehe

Femperial was a success — not just profitable, not just breaking even, but a real, bonafide success. By the end of their first year, Fallon had managed to double their profits, bringing in almost fifty new authors to publish and help launch careers for, and she did it mostly single-handed (by and large because she couldn’t loosen her grip on the reigns). It was a somewhat thankless job, not that she minded. Work was the only life Fallon really knew, and the one she felt most comfortable in.

Liam would watch and offer his help when he could, which … wasn’t very often, because he didn’t actually understand the business side of his own industry. It made him feel a little foolish that mostly what he was good for was bringing her too many cups of coffee to count. Fallon never complained, though — never expected him to do anything for her, never mind what he already was. She would just smile, and thank him gently, before turning back to her computer.

There was something almost confounding about watching her focus — eyes squinted, lips parted gently, bent slightly forward towards her computer screen. It wasn’t necessarily when she was her most flattering (at least that’s what she would tell him), but it was certainly when she was least worried about what others thought of her. It was intrinsic, and personal, and passionate.

Today is different.

Usually when Liam came, she would tell him that she was too busy for visitors, not that he would listen. Today, though, she had simply smiled as she accepted the coffee and kiss on the cheek, because she actually was too busy for visitors, let alone the three minutes that their usual useless banter. He noted the change in their routine, as well as the way her jaw clenched as she continued typing away at what he assumed was an email, but he hadn’t looked at long enough to be sure.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you its not nice to stare?” Fallon teased, eyes maintained on the screen.

He was seated on the couch, legs crossed with a book abandoned against his chest, and his hands placating a now cold and mostly untouched latte. Liam smirked, making the dimple in his left cheek protrude. 

“Actually my mother was always upset when I didn’t stare.” He mused. 

She rolled her eyes, heaving a sigh, because of course that would be Laura Van Kirk’s prerogative. There was a ping from her computer before she could respond. Fallon tensed, biting the inside of her cheeks and clicking the email open. The further she got into it, the further her face fell, and the more Liam’s concern subsequently rose.

“Fallon?” He murmured, standing from his perch and coming to lean next to her.

She closed the email before he could read beyond Dear Ms. Carrington, tensing as she starts searching through her files for only god knows what. Liam backed off the desk pressing his hands out as if to signal his white flag. She relinquished almost immediately, exhaling heavily and pressing the palms of her hands to her eyes, and for the first time Liam saw her for what she was: exhausted. A pang of guilt settled in his stomach for not having seen it sooner — for not even considering the fact that after launching her own company with all bets against her, she must be …

“You need a break.” Liam murmured, placing a hand on her shoulder and kneading into the spot behind her shoulder blade.

Fallon groaned in protest, but did nothing to stop the contact. “I don’t have time.” She mumbled, and he could feel her back tense again at the omission. “If I don’t secure the Griffin option before one of those little Penguin gremlins gets to her, that’s it for Femperial.”

“It’s one option, Fal.” Liam looked at her like she was speaking another language. “I don’t think it will make or break you.”

It’s the first time all day that she looks at him, and he almost wishes she hadn’t. Fallon’s blue eyes are bloodshot, and unfocused, and maybe a little panicked, and her lips are pursed into a decidedly uneasy grimace. She’d been pulling late nights, Liam knew that, but he’s beginning to think he doesn’t know the full extent. He’s always asleep by the time she gets home, and she refuses to wake him. Liam’s grown used to taking her word for it when she promises that she’s home no later than midnight.

“Jesus, when’s the last time you slept?” Liam breathes, his brow furrowing.

“I’m fine.” She huffs, rolling her shoulder away from his grasp. “At least I will be once Griffin responds to my email instead of getting one of her assistants to do it for her.”

“Well have you called her?”

Fallon quirks an eyebrow. “She hates phone calls ... she’s an author, Liam. I swear you and your kind are going to be the death of me … what ever happened to face-to-face communication?”

He smiles at the hyperbole, but he thinks she might be right judging on how close to the bone she’s working herself. She’s mentioned the Griffin option once or twice — Leila Griffin, a prodigal eighteen year old fiction writer who had just finished her first full-length novel. Liam had pushed her to fight for it because it was, admittedly, an impressive opportunity. He doesn’t realize what pushing for something means in her mind, though, but now here she is - running almost purely on coffee (and some Adderall she stole from her father’s medicine cabinet, not that either Liam or Blake know about that), and going out of her mind over one book option.

“You need a break, Fallon.” Liam repeated, cupping her face softly in the palm of his hand and reveling in the way it made her eyelids flutter. “You know, rest? Respite? Relaxation? Any of these words ringing a bell?”

She rolled her eyes at his alliteration, swallowing down a giggle, and fixing him with the closest thing to annoyance that she could muster. He had grown impressively adept at making her pause, and it was equally comforting and aggravating. Fallon loved her work — more specifically she loved doing her work — because it was only her’s.

She had grown up with the expectation of her future holding marriage — more specifically, marriage as a means of some business merger for Carrington Atlantic, she would come to realize. The first Christmas she can remember is when she was six and her brother as ten. Steven had received a chemistry set, and his first briefcase (amongst other things … they are the Carringtons, after all). Fallon, on the other hand, got clothing, and her first eyeshadow pallet. She would smile, and thank her parents gently, and try to ignore the disappointment she felt settling in her stomach, because truth be told she was too young to really articulate why it was there in the first place.

Femperial is the first time she’s felt like her life has direction, like she has direction outside the confines of expectation and without anyone’s aide. It had started as a passion project — something to occupy her from the crippling devastation that came with Liam’s absence, but …

By the time he was back (and actually remembered being back), it was a career, and one she loved, but one that Liam thought was starting to run her ragged.

“I know what a break is.” Fallon snapped, but he saw the humor glinting behind her gaze.

Liam smiled in return, tilting his chin before leaning forward to kiss the top of her head. “Well then,” He mumbled into her hair, “maybe you should bring it into practice before you go crazy. Or … drive Griffin crazy.”

Fallon felt he way her nerve endings tingled and fizzled as he formed the words against the roots of her hair. Her eyes closed, and he took it as permission to bring his kiss from the top of her head, to her cheek, to the space just below her jawline, and ���

“Liam …” Fallon whined softly. “I can’t. Not here.”

“You’re the boss, last time I checked.” Liam whispered, marveling at the soft murmur his lips moving against her bare skin elicited from the woman.

Fallon gigged, grabbing him by the chin and kissing him squarely. “Maybe so, but that actually makes me more culpable … last time I checked.”

Liam groaned when she rolled her chair a few centimeters away from him, but complied, reclaiming his seat on the far side of her desk. She watched as he placed the book he had been largely ignoring back on his lap and quirked an eyebrow upward. Fallon chuckled, shaking her head, before returning back to whatever she had been doing prior to the interruption on her computer. Liam watches her brow furrow as she returns to her work, before heaving a sigh and unfolding the page of his novel.

He’s not sure how long they sit like that — long enough that the next time he looks up from his half finished book, the sun is golden, and Fallon is … she’s asleep? Liam thinks, crooning his eyes to wear her head is placed on the crook of her elbow and her curls are spilling over the edge of her desk. Oh my god she fell asleep. 

He has half a mind not to wake her — Fallon’s stillness is something of a relief if he’s being honest — but he knows that if he doesn’t, someone else will eventually barge into the office looking for her, and that would simply mortify her. From his vantage point he can just barely make out the way her ribcage rises and falls to give way to the slowness of her lungs expanding. Liam smiles, closing his book delicately, and coming beside her.

“Hey.” He whispers, pushing a few strands of hair off her cheek with his index finger before tracing the profile of her face.

Fallon stirs, mumbling softly, but otherwise does not change. Liam can only assume that its the equivalent to her rolling over were they in bed, Liam thinks, and has to stifle the laugh that threatens to spill over his lips at the sigh.

“Fallon, babe, wake up.” He practically sings before leaning over to kiss her cheek.

She wakes with a start, then, practically knocking the side of her head into the front of his as she sits upright, placing her hands on the desk like she’s holding on for dear life, and snapping her eyes open.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine.” Liam gripes.

“How long was I out.” Fallon groans, blinking her eyes and checking her phone screen as she once more orients herself with where she is.

“Not sure. A while, I think.” He shrugs. The brunette looks at him, and his smile falls when he sees the panic streaking across them. “What’s wrong?”

“The … the goddamn Griffin option.” She breathes. “It was due at three.”

Liam fumbles with his coat pocket until he finds his phone, clicking the home button, and … shit. His eyes close, breath dropping out of him in as his knuckles close around his phone. “It’s 4:30.” 

“Why didn’t you wake me?” It comes as a dangerously low grumble, and he jerks his gaze towards her.

Fallon isn’t just angry, she’s pissed — cheeks red, eyes narrowed, lips drawn into a snarl. Liam looks at her a little incredulously, because … it’s not my fucking fault. He doesn’t say it, because he knows it won’t help, and ultimately he knows that she doesn’t actually think it's about him. Which begs the question …

“Fallon what the hell is wrong?” He asks, and before she can snap back, adds, “Really?”

It was rare for him to come to her dance recitals. As a matter of fact, Fallon can count on one hand the number of times he’s seen her in the audience. When she joins the competitive team at her school, and even earns herself a solo, she had begged Blake to come. He complied less because he was proud, and more because he was curious.

She was a beautiful dancer, admittedly, and were she not born into the family she was, it might have made a viable career option for her. Blake had watched her dance, and feels something akin to pride. It was short lived, though, when awards were announced and she came in second. He left before the ceremony was over, stalking back to the car, and sucking down scotch in the back of Bentley while he waits for her.

She’s thirteen the first time her father tells her that she’s “a Carrington. Loosing is not an option, Fallon.”

“I lost!” She shrieks. “I … fuck, I didn’t even loose, I just wasn’t a contender!”

Liam realizes that what he had mistaken at panic in her wasn’t that at all — it was grief. Grief over a lost option, over something that she would see a million more of during her time as a publisher, that she would lose a million more of.

“Fallon, it’s ok.” He says, and its a little harsher than he means it to sound, but … is she fucking serious?

“No it’s not, Liam.” Fallon rasps, shooting out of her chair and slamming her hands on her desk. “If I can’t even get a goddamn eighteen year old to sign with me, how is anyone going to take me seriously? Leila Griffin was a perfect client for us, and I dropped the ball, because I was —“

“Because you were tired, Fallon.” He cuts her off, ignoring the sharp look it earns him. “Because … Jesus, because you’ve been working nonstop, and you’re not taking care of yourself.”

It hits her like a ton of bricks. “Oh my god, is that what this is about?”

Liam’s brow furrows as he tries to keep up. “What … what? What what is about?”

“The visits.” She seethes, color rising in her cheeks once more. “The coffee, asking me to wake you up when I get home, and your incessant company. Is … is this all because you’re trying to fucking play doctor?”

“I’m trying to help, Fallon.” He shoots back, his voice low in his tenor. “I was trying to take help take some of the pressure off of you! Jesus, what did you think this was all about?”

“I thought you were flirting!” Fallon shrieks, arms jutting out to her sides like she’s presenting tangible evidence. “I thought you were — … ! I … fuck, I don’t know! I thought you were bored, and looking to be preoccupied, or something. That’s all!”

He can’t help but laugh by the time she’s done, because even she sounds uncertain about her reasoning. Liam watches the muscles in her shoulders release as she considers what she’s just said. 

“Ok … maybe … maybe, like, deep in my subconscious, I knew why you were here, but that doesn’t change anything.”

He’s full on cackling by the time she’s done, which he thinks she might kill him for, but he doesn’t care. he starts to giggle too, covering her face with her hands to hide her smile. It’s almost off putting, because he’s really expecting her to be angry, or defiant, but she’s just …

“Maybe I am tired.” She mumbles, the sound getting muffled into her palms.

“Are you sure? I think you’re doing great.” Liam teases, silver eyes glinting, and Fallon groans softly, and yeah … she’s sorry. Liam pulls her into his arms, the scent of his shampoo making him heave a contended sigh.

“You’re gonna have a million opportunities thrown at you, Fal.” He levels, weaving his fingers through her curls. “You can’t win ‘em all. Hell, no one expects you too.”

He thinks he might have hit on something when he says it, because she pulls away (not before he can feel her tense in his arms) and looks at him with stormy blue eyes, it takes everything in him not to break her gaze, because she looks so somber. He thinks there’s something particularly unsettling about somberness on her because it requires a certain amount of defeat, and Fallon Carrington does not go down without a fight.

It might be the first time she hasn’t been punished for making a mistake. A sheer B+ was reason enough for Blake or Alexis to come down on their children, going so far as to insult their characters when they were especially upset with them. Fallon has heard how mistakes are her fault so many times that she’s effectively learned how to stop making them - or at least how to project the blame. It makes for a great businesswoman, but a sometimes shitty woman, woman. In a lot of ways, Fallon owes who she is to them, which is as much reason to love them as it is to resent them, she thinks.

“I was off my game.” Fallon inhales when she sees a way out within what he says. “I do need a break.”

She spins, clicking a few buttons on her computer. He hears it whirr and hum for a moment before falling silent, and he realizes with a decent amount of relief that she’s turned it off. Fallon, on the other hand, seems uncertain, her fingers trailing idly on her keyboard as she brings her gaze back to him. Liam smiles softly, reaching for her hand and squeezing it softly.

“This is a good thing.” He says, and he’s only half teasing her.

Fallon bites the inside of her cheek, giving him a knowing glare, before squeezing his hand back. She hadn’t realized how quiet her office was without the humming of her desktop, and she’s not sure yet if she likes it. Her eyes flick to the window pained door that separates where she and Kirby work. The other woman’s desk is covered in papers and empty coffee cups, but there’s no sign of her.

Or anyone else, for that matter.

“Where did everyone go?” She murmurs mostly to herself.

Liam shrugs, the image of everyone finding times to sneak out before she woke up flashing through his mind. He doesn’t say anything, just places his free hand on the small of her back and kisses her delicately. She squeaks at the jolt in movement, before melting into him and bringing her arms around his shoulders. Liam pushes her against the desk, trailing his hand up her back to the spot just below her ribcage.

“Liam…” She protests weakly when his lips find her neck. “This is still where I work.”

“Right, because your moral compass is always pointed due north.” He breathes, kissing her neck again and smiling when her breath hitches in her throat.

“Are you flirting with me, Liam Ridley?” She muses softly, her fingers finding the space between his pants and his shirt trailing up the muscles in his back. 

Liam pulls away so that he’s looking at her and god she wants to wipe that smirk straight off his face, because he looks all too pleased with himself, and it makes her heart melt. 

“Maybe.” He coos, kissing her again and bringing his own hands to toy with the top button of her deep green Chanel blouse.

Fallon’s breathing goes a little ragged, and before she can really think about what she’s doing, she’s kissing him again, hard and fervent, and mussing his hair between her fingers. Liam pulls away after a few moments, his eyes meeting hers knowingly as he ignores her whines in protest.

“We can go home if you want.” He flirts easily.

“You’re right, we could.” Fallon says cooly back. “Or …”

“Or?”

“… Or we could just make out.”

[dottie-wan-kenobi]

Hiding an injury with Tim Drake

Thanks for the prompt! To the anon who requested this same square with Liam Dunbar: I’m going to do yours too, just not for the bingo. Hope that’s alright!!

Requests for this bingo are open,,,

@badthingshappenbingo

—-

Tim sighs heavily as he rides back into the Batcave, looking forward to sleep. It’s been a long ass day, and he’s more than ready for it be over already. Parking, he sits for a second, leaning his head against one of the handlebars. 

Steph rides up next to him, the borrowed batcycle near silent. He still notices her, but doesn’t bother to lift his head, knowing it’ll be an invitation to talk. And as much as he loves her, he can’t handle talking right now, much less the sorts of conversations Steph likes to have. 

She dismounts and pats him on the back as she walks off, and he has to grit his teeth against the pain it brings. His torso is a mess of bruises, which isn’t wholly unusual. But today, it’s different somehow—the goon who’d done it had had the foresight to strip off some of Tim’s armor. Not all of it, of course not—only the other Bats know how to do that—but enough to really make it hurt. He’d also been wearing steel toed boots. And he’d had great fun attempting to stomp Tim’s fingers to nothing. So, yeah. Ow.

“Timmy, you good?” Duke asks as he walks past, helmet in his hands.

“Leave me to die,” Tim replies, but this time he does sit back up. His eye is blackened, his lip split. Duke looks the same—he’s not used to how god awful the bad guys get once the sun is down, only joining them because Bruce needed him for something. Tim had a different route and wasn’t asked to help, so he’s honestly not sure what it was. The past few days have been full of back-to-back obligations, so he’s had no time to look through Bruce’s files.

Groaning, he moves off his bike. And then stands there for much too long. But the effort to get his feet moving is more than he has in that moment, so he just stares at them instead, willing them to work.

Duke doesn’t offer to help, just steps around to Tim’s side and nudges an arm over his shoulders. Tim’s fingers smart painfully as they smack against Duke’s suit, but he forces himself not to react. “C’mon, man.”

They walk to the main part of the Cave together. He lets Duke slip away to the locker room, where their other siblings are bickering loudly about some TV show. On his own, he stiffly moves to the computers, sinking down into his chair. Yeah, he’s tired, but he just wants a moment here. He’ll have to wait to shower, anyway. Too many people in there right now, too many people he’d be stuck in between. 

A moment at the computer won’t hurt anyone. In fact, it’ll make it easier on everyone, himself included. 

Just a moment.

With the voices washing over him, he looks up at the screen, wondering what he can do that won’t take too long. The file for Duke’s thing with Bruce tonight could be good—it’s likely taken care of completely by now. He can read it, take a shower, and then go to bed, easy peasy.

It hurts like hell to pull it up, tapping the keys so gingerly they barely respond. Contained in his gloves still, he isn’t sure how bad his fingers are, and has no desire to look yet. They’re broken, he thinks. But really, it’s no big deal. He’s broken plenty of bones before, plenty of fingers too. He can push past the pain, and it’ll be fine.

Finding the file is easy, and he settles in, carefully resting his hands in his lap. It’s long, but maybe he’ll just read half of it before bed. Yeah, that sounds good.

Vaguely, he hears people talking behind him, a presence to his right, laughs and taunts and Alfred demanding everyone go upstairs and to bed. Tim isn’t the only one who doesn’t, Bruce sitting a few paces down from him. Bruce never can sleep until all the kids are in bed themselves.

It’ll be fine, Tim thinks. After all, he’s only going to read for another minute, then take a shower, and then go upstairs to sleep.

He loses track of time, eyes scanning over the details and compiled lists of the case. He loses track of himself, too, slumping down in his chair and letting a little grunt of pain escape him when he puts pressure on the bruises.

It’s when he taps the keyboard too hard sometime later, attempting to get to the next page, that he comes back to awareness. His fingers ache sharp and bright and hot, and he snatches his hand back to his chest. Curling them in an attempt to make it stop really only makes it worse. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” he curses at himself.

“Tim?” Bruce’s voice comes, and Tim snaps his head up, staring over to his dad. He looks tired and suspiciously blank, eyeing Tim and his hands. Literally suspicious—that’s the face he always makes when Damian’s broken another training dummy and blames it on Jason.

“B,” Tim replies, trying for nonchalance. Anyone else, and he could say he achieves it—but Bruce won’t be fooled by him.

With a small sigh, Bruce stands, and Tim mimics him without having to be asked. They move over to the medical area, and Tim struggles up onto one of the beds. Bruce rummages through a first-aid kit, and asks, “Damage?”

“Steel toe to fleshy bits. Stomped fingers.” It feels weird to joke a bit, suited up as he is, but Bruce is just wearing sweats, so it’s not too bad. “No shower. Exhaustion.”

“Where are the bruises?” He comes over with splints and ointment, and gently peels Tim’s gloves off one by one. Tim bites his tongue trying not to cry out at the pain it causes.

“Back,” he says some moments later, voice thin. “One of fuc—freaking Penguin’s goons.”

“And why didn’t you inform one of us when you got here that you needed this.” He puts one of the splints around the worst of Tim’s fingers, his right index as he says it. To anyone else, he’d sound annoyed, but Tim can hear the concern.

“I was tired,” Tim answers. “I am tired. I was just gonna sit down and read for a minute until everyone left and I could shower in peace. Deal with all this in the morning, move on from it. Some broken fingers aren’t really a big deal.”

Bruce doesn’t reply, just keeps fixing up Tim’s fingers. They still ache, but it’s duller now, more from the pressure than because they’re being moved wrong. He has Tim strip off the top part of his suit, and applies the bruise cream on his back, making sure to be gentle. Tim appreciates the effort, aware that he’s actively trying. It’s nice.

Once that’s done, Tim doesn’t bother with a shower, just goes and changes the rest of the way out of his suit and into pajamas. According to the clock, it’s nearing breakfast time, but it’s not uncommon for him to miss it.

He lingers outside the locker room, watching Bruce across the Cave. He’s back at the computers, but he’s not engrossed. If Tim wants to say anything, now’s his chance.

“Bruce?”

“Yes, Tim?”

“Um. Goodnight.”

“Good morning,” he corrects, turning. He meets Tim’s eyes head on. “And next time, tell one of us. Broken fingers are a bigger deal than you might imagine.”

“’Cause they’ll affect how I hold my bo staff?” He can’t help a little bitterness coloring his words—because of course Bruce cares more about that than anything else. Of course he does.

“Because they hurt like hell,” Bruce replies. “Now go on to sleep. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

Tim nods and heads to the stairs, pausing at the bottom. “You should, too. Just for a few hours.”

“I’m fine.”

“B.”

Bruce holds steady for just a moment, but in the end, Tim wins. His dad stands and joins him, and they go up to the Manor together. In the hallway, Tim darts forward for a hug, and though it makes his back ache and his fingers feel clunky against the man’s back, it’s a great way to end the night.

[hockeyjrk]

He's Covered in Blue

Summary: She's not into hockey. But she's into him. The worlds of a professional hockey player and a book editor seems to keep colliding. But when they decide to really meet, it seems that the world has other plans.

Part 2 (Part 1 / Part 3 )

A couple of weeks later my boss asked me to travel to Florida to meet an author who wanted to hire our services. I loved working at a book agency. Read all the books that would become bestsellers first, chose what was good for each publisher and always meeting great people. Wasn’t always easy. Sometimes an author can be really childish, but we have to know how to deal with it.

In the end, it was my dream job. I always spend too much time around books, always reading something and wishing my life could be just like it. My mom used to call me “Olivia in wonderland” because I knew more about fantasy than the real world. So when I started an internship at this agency, no one was surprised.

My parents always asked why I didn’t want to write my own stories. Actually, I didn’t have an answer for that. Maybe I was too afraid of people figuring out how I think, but I didn’t actually believe it was it. I had no idea why I was afraid. Maybe it’s because I didn’t live long enough. How can you write when you didn’t experience yourself?

Maybe it’s because I'm 22 and never felt in love. Who am I supposed to write about love if I never knew what it is? All I know I read it on books. But unfortunately, the books are not real life.

In real life I was running my way to the airport, carrying a bag bigger than I should, with my book on the other hand. Yes, I was reading THAT book for the second time.

Of course, I loved the story, but I'd be lying if I said it had nothing to do with the person who bought it. For a moment I was confused, daunting myself if it really was Mat Barzal or someone who looks a lot like him. But it was him. I’m sure.

Those dark eyes and black hair, always messy but never ugly. That guy looks good at 6 in the morning after a party hard, half drunk half hungover, wearing nothing but sweater pants. Okay, this last item I included out of my imagination but the rest I can prove.

I still couldn’t believe that a hockey player bought me a book out of nowhere. He even knew my name! I had to stop overthinking about this.

— Miss? Miss!

— uh… what? Oh, sorry. — Yeah, I definitely had to stop thinking about Mat. I was staring at the door and almost didn’t hear the lady calling me to pass security.

I put my shoes and bag at the track and walk by the metal detector. Nothing appears so it was all good. I always get a little nervous passing the security. Like I was doing something illegal even knowing that was not the case. Ever!

My flight was late. Like, a lot late. They said I would have to wait for three more hours at least. Fortunately, my meeting would be only in the next day. My boss didn’t like that I always flew a day earlier but it was the only thing I asked. I hated when I get late because of traffic ou travel, so I always leave home early.

I was almost finishing my book when I heard my name and had to look.

— Olivia?

— uh?

And there he was. Wearing a suit, with a tie and a hair messier than the other day. This man should be banned. It’s not possible for someone to be so handsome and walk around like a normal being. It’s not fair to the rest of the world.

— Hey! What are you doing here? — judging by what he was wearing, he should be going to a game or something, but they always have a private plane to take the team.

He sat by my side and I was really trying to focus. And hide my book, I didn't need him asking about it.

— The VIP flooded, so they sent us to wait for our plane here. Apparently it has a huge storm in Pittsburgh so we have to wait for our flight.

— Oh, that’s bad. My flight is 3 hours delayed now. They have no idea when I’ll be able to fly.

— Shit.

— Yeah, shit. — I looked away trying to find other Isles player but didn’t recognize anyone. Which is not a surprise. — Where’s your teammates?

He looked at me with a little bit surprised and maybe some disappointment? Couldn't say.

— So you did recognize me.

— Not until I got home and my brother was watching a game. Was a bit of a shock really. I like hockey, but I'm not that into hockey.

— You rather read about it, uh?

— Yeah. — Why did he need to mention?

— How’s the book by the way?

— Good. Pretty good. But no, I won't tell you the details.

— Fine. I’ll just buy myself a copy. — He smiles the way guys do when they are trying to prove a point. Oh God, he looks so hot.

— Nice try but I won’t tell it. But if you want to book recommendations I can tell you something. It’s literally my job.

— You work with books?

— Yes. Book agency. I’m the one who chooses which books are good for publishing and witch dreams will be over. — He started laughing and I didn’t understand why. — What?

— it’s just ironic. You live in the dreamland of books but you’re also the person who shut the dream of others. You’re kind of a demigod or something.

Now It was my time to laugh.

— Demigod?

— Yeah, like, you can choose who dreams will happen. That’s a lot of power miss, with big powers come big responsibility.

— Are you really quoting spiderman?

— Why not?

— True.

We laugh a little bit and for a moment we had silence. We just sit there, watching people came and go, waiting for someone to announce our flights or something. But the silence wasn’t bad. For some reason, it was good to be around Mat Barzal. It was peaceful.

— Hey, Olivia, do you wanna grab a cup of coffee or something?

— Sure! Let’s go.

— Oh crap.

— What? — He orders a coffee and I order a cappuccino. He judges me saying cappuccinos are not coffee but at least we get better breaths. Now I was waiting for him to pay for his order.

— I forgot my wallet. Fuck, I’ll be traveling for a week without money.

— I can pay for you Mat. Really, not a problem.

He thanked me but I could see he was upset. I’m pretty sure he’s not used to people paying things for him, quite the opposite.

We sit at one of the tables, a bit far from the line and hid from the other passengers. He chose that one for a reason, and I can only imagine what was like being recognized everywhere you go.

— Don’t say I never gave you anything.

He laughs.

— So I can’t quote spider man but you can quote One Tree Hill?

— Of course. — I shrugged.

He smiles. This time a genuine smile. He was enjoying being there. We were both stressed because of our travels, he probably was nervous about the game but for some reason, it was good just stay there, talking about tv shows and books.

— When is your game?

— Tomorrow. Thank god. Sometimes the game is on the same day and delays like this can ruin everything.

— I can imagine.

— And about your meeting?

— Tomorrow too. I never travel on the same day.

— Smart girl. So tell me, Liv, why don't you like hockey?

He called me Liv. Only my parents call me Liv. Somehow, hearing him using a nickname was so cute. What are you doing to me Mat Barzal?

— Is not that I don’t like, it’s just that I usually don’t care. I grew up on Long Island and my father is a huge Isles fan, but my brother at a young age discovered that he could irritate my father by choosing the Rangers. For a long time, it was a bit of a hockey war at home and that just made me feel bad. I like watching the game, but really don’t care about schedule, playoffs or things like that.

— Or players. — He affirmed.

— Sorry. I really didn’t know it was you.

— It’s fine. Actually I like that. It means I can talk to you and get to know you without that horrible “I’m famous” standing there that I always get when I meet girls. That can suck sometimes, you know?

I nodded and looked to my empty cappuccino. He had just said he wanted to get to know me and I forgot how to speak. Why was I like that? Maybe was because of all the books I’ve read. This doesn't happen to me. Not with guys like Mat Barzal.

— Liv, are you okay?

— Oh, yeah. It’s fine. You just caught me off guard.

— How? — he frowned.

— It’s just… I don’t have a lot of friends. Not a lot of people want to get to know me. — That’s not a lie but it was also not all the truth.

I always said I would be smart and don’t fall for cute guys talks. But Mat seems genuine when he said that. Meeting new people when you’re famous shouldn’t be easy. Everyday someone wanting something from you and you never know when they are honest or just using you.

And he’s young, handsome and rich. I can only imagine what he has to deal with. The puck bunnies and all the fans. I’m sure sometimes he takes advantage forms that I would. But also can be really exhausting.

— Don’t worry. I’m sociable enough for both of us. — He winked and I swear my heart skipped a beat. What the hell was going on?

We heard a flight being called and it was time to go. For some reason, I didn’t even care about the plane anymore. I just wanted to be there with Mat.

— It’s my flight.

— C’on. I’ll take you to the plane.

We walked together, not saying much. I wanted to say something but what? I didn’t want to be the last time I’m seeing him, but if I ask for his number everything he just told me would have being for nothing.

Gladly, he can read my thoughts.

— So, let’s not leave to destiny anymore right? What’s your number?

It was my time to smile. A big smile that he gave me the same back. I told him my number and wished him a great game tomorrow. And just like that, I was flying my way to Florida, thinking why would Mat Barzal, fucking Mat Barzal, wanting my number and going out with me.

On the next day, I was already back at home. The meeting was great and the flight back didn’t take long. Mat still didn’t send me anything but a “hey” so I could have his number too, but it’s okay, I knew he was busy.

Busy enough to score a hat trick against the Penguins as I watched the game in my room, hiding from Liam that I was fraternizing with his enemy.

[yaz-the-spaz]

Thoughts on scripted?

hey nonnie, so i’m so so sorry i kept you waiting for like four days for this but i just really needed some time to properly process and collect my thoughts (cause i have a lot on this) and take my time to get them down in a coherent way, i still feel like it’s a bit jumbled and unclear at times but i tried my best to explain my thoughts as best i could. i hope it’s sufficient...

My Thoughts on Scripted

so i wanna preface this by making it clear to everyone who may read this that this is strictly my own interpretation of things and my own opinion on what zayn’s trying to convey in this song. personally, i think this song is very much about public images, narratives, and stunting, and sticking it out through all of that, so that’s the direction/theme that a lot of my interpretations of the lyrics in this song are gonna lean towards. you don’t have to agree. in fact, if you disagree that’s fine and i welcome and any all rational and fair/polite discussion on different interpretations of the song and certain verses or lines within it. i’m in no way trying to convince anyone to see anything a certain way (and my own interpretations and thoughts/opinions on this may even evolve or change with time), but i was asked by this nonnie to share my thoughts (currently) on the song and so that’s what i’m doing, and if anyone has a problem with any of the opinions or interpretations stated here i just ask that you address me about it respectfully :)

ok now onto the song analysis:

Blurry TV screens

Fuzzy broken scenes

Finding words don't have flow

Blurry TV screens

Fuzzy broken scenes

Hold her close finding love

so this verse to me seems like it could be meant to have a double meaning, as in 1) the scenes or roles they [he and liam and/or the other boys] have to play out (i.e. stunts, fake dates, scripted interviews, etc. that they feel like they’re playing out like a scene in a movie/tv show - mgmt telling them hold her hand this way, hug/kiss at this angle so it looks more intimate, ok now let’s take this pic/video and then we’ll do another angle; making sure to only show pieces of the story like scenes and only the pieces and angles that fit the narrative they wanna sell, etc.) and/or 2) the time they get to themselves which often feels like only snapshots that go by too quickly and are like a blur/fuzzy in their minds (stolen moments together in between stunt outings and shows and things where they have to perform/are expected to put on and keep up their usual act for the cameras before they can go back to being themselves again/have some time alone together to just be again, etc.), and the “finding words don’t have flow” part could mean because he doesn’t know how to talk about it or express how he feels about it cause he just has so many conflicting feelings (or even just that he can’t talk about it cause he’s not allowed)

Hearts don't feel the same

And the names we like to say

Change with time and age

so this seems to clearly be referring to feelings changing - though not necessarily in a bad way, maybe just maturing and growing together and changing as people, as in the infatuation is gone and you love each other differently than you did when you first got together but there’s still so much unconditional love there it’s just a different (like a more serious or maybe even a deeper) kind of love, or could be referring to friendships (whether between him and the boys or other people from his personal life) and those friendships changing or even fading with time, or even feelings about a situation changing over time; it could also be taken a bit more literally too of course as well and have a negative meaning as in we don’t love each other anymore/don’t feel the same way about each other anymore/aren’t as close anymore (again whether between friends or a romantic partner, or even not feeling the same way about a situation anymore, etc.), it’s all up to interpretation i guess and how you choose to see it but i think it can be thought of in lots of different ways

for the names thing i think this can also have multiple meanings, like maybe it could be referring to names he and liam and/or the boys call each other (friendly nick names, pet names as a couple, etc.) and/or the names they’re made to mention/promo in interviews, like how some periods we would get a bunch of louis and zayn mentioning each other or niall and zayn mentioning each other lilo or niam mentioning each other, etc. and then other times they’d be promo-ing other random people (like liam mentioning charlie puth every 2 seconds for a while, etc.)

[fyi i’ll be skipping over any repeating refrains/verses since there’s no real need to re-hash things over again or take up unnecessary space with lines that have already been talked about]

So I

I don't wanna say what's scripted

Whether you are or aren't with it

I know what I need

'Cause I

I don't wanna say what's scripted

Whether you are or aren't with it

I know what I need

this part i think is pretty obvious (and i think a lot of people agree) that it’s most likely referring to having to say scripted lines in interviews and things of that sort and that’s why he avoids it so much, he doesn’t wanna be forced or used to sell the narratives they want him to sell and say the company lines they want him to say, he “knows what he needs” and that’s to stay away as much as he can from engaging in all the bs

but again i think it could also have a double meaning in that he maybe doesn’t wanna say or do generic things either and this can be in regards to life in general or more specifically with his romantic partner, like he doesn’t wanna say or do what he’s expected to say/do, he wants to be different and to do things differently/do things in his own unique way (in life in general, but also maybe in his relationship like finding other ways to say “i love you” or to show his love, finding other ways to be together that don’t necessarily follow “traditional” paths which also could be a nod them being in a [conventionally-speaking] “untraditional” relationship, which a lot of people would consider a same-sex interracial interfaith relationship between two huge self-proclaimed dorks lmao to be)

i think it’s important to note that he also includes a snippet of an interview shortly after this part in which he talks about sex not being as meaningful anymore with this generation and how that was a part of what he was trying to convey on ‘let me.’ which begs the question why? why draw attention to this specific interview (one that references ‘let me’) out of all the interviews he could’ve chosen? why draw attention back to such a romantic song (and to the idea of meaningful sex and meaningful relationships) in the middle of this dark part of the album that seems to (imo) mostly be about the negative sides of the industry? we’ll get back to my theory on that in a moment but in the meantime…

there’s also the fact that the melody of song is very somber through most of the song and i think that’s intentional because it kind of serves to evoke the pain and sadness he feels over his situation and i think he wants the listeners to feel and understand that as well and to understand why, to understand all the little things about his whole situation that make him so sad and the main thing seems to be that he has to “say what’s scripted” when he doesn’t want to and isn’t truly allowed to be himself or say or do what he wants as much as he would like. BUT—here’s where we get back to my theory on why he suddenly calls our attention back to such a romantic song and to the idea of meaningful relationships

not long after this point in the song (after the chorus repeats again) the melody suddenly changes, all of a sudden it feels less somber (at least to me), i would almost even characterize it as kind of tentatively hopeful/tentatively optimistic if i had to put a label on it, my theory is that he’s setting for the stage for what comes next, getting us ready for a change in tune (literally but also figuratively as in a change in theme) and then we get this

You'd still remember my eyes

Even if the Men In Black flashed

Their light into your eyes

For the second time this night

It feels right when it's, only you and I

so this seems to be a nod to a huge recurring theme on this album which is this idea of always remembering each other/always being fated to find each other (through space and time and making it together through all kinds of obstacles, etc.)—aka SOUL MATES—which so many songs on this album seem to reference over and over and over again…and which as an aside always reminds me of that moment in an interview (sorry i tried but i couldn’t find a link to it) where i think they’re talking about what would have happened in an alternative universe/timeline if they hadn’t gone on txf and weren’t famous or something like that and zayn says he’s not sure if he would’ve met liam cause “i don’t tend to do much in me own time” and liam’s like “but you might have” and zayn’s like “yeah but maybe” not and Liam Not Having Any of It Payne insists “but then again you might have”

but anyway all that to say that i think it’s clear by this recurring theme that zayn’s definitely since come around to the idea lol and has even adopted him for himself and decided to make into a running theme on the album and not only that but clearly he’s come to believe that the romantic partner (i.e. liam) he keeps alluding to in so many songs on the “icarus” side is his soulmate and they can make it through anything

[but again, as with a lot of the other lines in this song (and on this album in general) i think there’s a small chance this verse could also be have a double meaning as well, possibly as a reference to the fans and how mgmt/1dhq has repeatedly tried to basically do a madagasar penguins ‘you didn’t see anything’ move on us and act like the shit we know we saw never happened by panic-deleting videos and releasing bs articles and manipulating the boys’ twitters; it’s a rather flimsy theory i know, esp given that all the other lines surrounding it suggest that it’s more likely in reference to a personal relationship than a more general reference that could be applied to fans but it’s just something that’s been in the back of my mind ever since i first heard the song so just putting it out there]

Oh, you and I

Oh, you and I

Oh, you and I

Oh, you and I

do i even need to say anything about this?

he repeats it five times which…interesting number first off 😏 (and also separates out the other four from the first one which again - interesting)…but also makes it pretty evident that this is a line that’s being very much emphasized, that has serious meaning, that he wants you to pay attention to, that much is obvious not only in the repetition but the fact that it deviates from the composition of the rest of the song - the music changes/falls away to just a very simple (piano?) melody and beat, the focus is mostly on just his voice and it’s the ever enigmatic “you” that he’s singing to (that also seems to be a running theme on both albums, as he often—not necessarily always but often—seems to differentiate between this “you” and other people/pronouns/things referred to in his songs) in a slightly sped up but very similar style to the style of the harmonies in you & i, a song in which he had very notable harmonies with liam (that’s possibly regarded as the most unequivocal ziam song) that they often romantically and openly serenaded each other with (like specifically turned to each other just to sing to each other), that liam said was his favorite song off the midnight memories album, that liam got a line from (“i figured it out”) permanently tattooed on his arm right below the feather that was widely believed to be the missing feather from zayn’s then chest tattoo (and which many believed being with zayn was the “thing” he figured out), a song that liam cried during the first few times they performed it without zayn, and a song that’s about nothing be able to come between two soulmates people in love who are destined to be together and that clearly had a lot of special meaning to them both (and that the fandom knows and that i’m sure they also know is widely regarded as a ziam song because as liam said on many occasions they see what we say about them, they know what goes on and what we think about the stuff they do/say) - all of that leads me to believe that this was a calculated and very obvious/deliberate move by zayn to emphasize this part in the song so clearly, a [huge] red herring if you will, and i would argue that it has even more significance not only just because of all that’s mentioned above but also because of the fact that he chose to include these lines in a song on the “falls” side of the album, the side that’s supposed to be the more negative/dark side (and the side that i believe is largely representative of his feelings and experience with fame and the entertainment industry). which to me suggests that the overarching message that he’s trying to get across/convey with this song is basically that everything may be shit with how things are being run and the stuff he (and the other boys) are made to do and say but he’s always gonna go his own way and regardless of what gets thrown at them he and liam (and the rest of ot5) are gonna make it through together

[kokichi-and-co-imagine-blog]

If the V3 cast were to play Monster Prom, who would each character go for?

This is like, my third time trying to write this? I don’t know why it’s taken so many tries; it probably just has to do with getting cut off in the middle of the thought I was on. This may go a little more in depth then you thought it would, but that’s just because I want this to be as thorough as possible.

If you’re interested in Monster Prom, I recommend either buying it or just watching a playthrough of the game before reading this. There are going to be spoilers for certain routes along with secret endings that you can get, so… there. Now that I’ve been super transparent about what this entails, let’s get started.

V3 Dating Some Monsters!

Since this is a MULTIPLAYER DATING SIM, here are the groups of people I think would probably play against each other:GAME 1 -Angie, Himiko, Tenko, TsumugiGAME 2 -Kirumi, Kokichi, Kiibo, KaitoGAME 3 -Shuichi, Kaede, Rantaro, RyomaGAME 4 -Korekiyo, Maki, Miu, Gonta

We’ll talk about each game from top to bottom, ok?

Himiko would be player one after everyone insisted that she gets it (”Nyehhh, what a pain, I have to choose first?”). After picking Brian (Green) because he looked super tired, she waited for everyone else. Angie ended up being player two, and went as Vicky (Blue) because of how cute and happy she looked. Tenko chose Amira (Red) afterward because she seemed like she wouldn’t take crap from anybody along with the fact that she was the only girl left to choose from. Tsumugi was left with Oz (Yellow), but she didn’t mind it much; she thought his simplistic design was perfect for her personality.

Himiko didn’t really go for anyone in particular on her playthrough, although she got the most events with Polly. She did seem to like Valerie (The shopkeeper) but didn’t know that she was romanceable. At the end of the game, Himiko ended up going to prom by herself, and had a good time.

Angie went for Miranda because of how devoted she seemed to be to her kingdom! It was very impressive, and she didn’t bat an eye when she ended up getting the throne ending! Nothing like releasing a kraken to sneak a fish man into the school. (Tenko was a little concerned by Angie’s decisions through this route though, and kept an eye on her for awhile.)

Tsumugi was the only person in the group to try and romance a male, and even then, it was because she already heard of a certain secret ending with Liam- “Liam The Weeb.” She was super excited that they put a character in a game that you could see develop a love for something she has, and also had a good laugh when she muttered to herself about him requiring yaoi hands. After successfully getting it at the end, she already had been thinking of fanfiction ideas for a continuation of this route.

Tenko tried to get with Vera! Unfortunately, she wasn’t the best at reading the situations, and her stats weren’t high enough, not to mention everyone else kept getting a table with her at lunch! How was she supposed to be stepped on with affection by the powerful snake lady?!? When she was turned down at prom, she felt her heart break a little bit, but attacked Himiko with a hug saying that she would be fine as long as the little mage was there.

Before anyone could decide who would be player one, Kokichi took a chance to be Oz, but named him Ligma because Kiibo would inevitably ask the question of, “Why would you name yourself Ligma?” and he was absolutely ready to laugh at his response to the epidemic of ligma. Kirumi went next, choosing Amira because she “seems like a capable young lady.” Kiibo got Brian before Kaito could object to playing a girl, but the astronaut soon got his second wind by saying that girl power would trump the guys. He held his hand out to Kirumi for a high five, which she hesitantly accepted. 

“Ohhhh, I’ve heard how hard it is to get Vera! Don’t worry Kaito, there’s no way you cou-”

“I’M GONNA FUCK A SNAKE WOMAN AND NONE OF YOU CAN STOP ME.”

This is probably the most chaotic of the games due to Kokichi being able to egg on Kaito with no problem. Kokichi also decided to go for Vera, making it that much harder for Kaito. Kaito almost never got the lunch events with Vera, while Kokichi had his own agenda.

“You’re buying a used tampon? I know you’re messed up, but GOD, that’s a whole other level.”

Little did Kaito know that Kokichi had started the cult ritual secret ending, and was planning to finish it. After fumbling around with her and failing to live up to Vera’s expectations, Kaito got turned down at prom, and was pissed when Kokichi got the secret ending! Why hadn’t he been paying attention to what the midget of the group was doing?! He wasn’t sure, but Kokichi was having a good time cackling and “reassuring” Kaito that he was too dumb and not logical enough to have gotten her route anyways.

Kirumi liked how Liam carried himself, and was more than happy to try romancing him. She seemed to have relaxed while playing this game despite the constant bickering of the grapes in the room. With no failed events, Kirumi went to prom with Liam, and appreciated how secretly funny he was under his hipster demeanor.

Kiibo was being crushed constantly by Kokichi and Kaito after making the grave mistake of sitting between them. He did his best not to let that get to him, but he was distracted for the majority of the game because of him. Before he could choose the last question of the personality quiz at the beginning, his hand was knocked and he accidentally got started on Damien’s route. He spent the majority of the time asking Kirumi questions about if it was normal to be that angry and destructive. He was especially concerned about how Damien had dead bodies in his home! However, he successfully took the demon to prom.

(After his failure, Kaito spent hours playing the game and trying to get all the endings possible. He ended up getting stuck on romancing Valerie.)

From the very beginning of this game, Shuichi and Kaede promised each other that they wouldn’t get in each other’s way, and would help each other should special events requiring the extra boosts in affection come up. Rantaro was happy to do his own thing along with Ryoma. This was probably the calmest group of people to play the game.

Rantaro chose Oz before others could, just changing the name to his own so that no one would get confused. Shuichi chose Amira, but Kaede asked if she could change the name for him without him looking. When he eventually turned back, he was named “Sweetchi

Rantaro decided he liked how excitable Polly was, and how every event with her was like an adventure. He liked being a part of her party scientist shenanigans, and watching her tell a sugar daddy to marry a llama. Which he did. He got the secret Party Science ending with her, and was super calm. Originally though, before dating Polly, he really hoped that Aaravi The Slayer was romanceable.

Kaede accidentally started the Blobert route, which made everyone’s day (”you can date… a blob with a hat?” “You’re just jealous of his hat, aren’t you?”). Getting to give everyone ridiculously specific greeting cards, including a corpse. Regardless, she was super happy to hear how much everyone loves Blobert, and decided that he would always be her favorite. (Shuichi was taking some mental notes through this playhthrough.)

Shuichi ended up going to prom with Miranda as a ghost. It was an accident that he even got on her route, and he still wanted to at least have a successful run. He went to the shop and saw the ghost costume, he was too interested to not buy it. Going through all the cutscenes, he thought Liam getting frustrated was a little cute (Though he wouldn’t dare admit that to anyone) and was happy when he managed to go to prom as a spooky little guy!

Ryoma saw the gentleness in Scott’s heart, and was taken by it. he wanted Scott to be the happiest boy in the world and stay unaware of the hardships that come with life. He ended up successfully going to prom with the werewolf, and was surprised at how fun it was to play a game with other people at the same time. He could probably get used to this.

“I don’t care what fuckin’ player I am, titless- just lease me the fire girl because she’s SMOKIN’ like yours truly!”

“... I think I’m already regretting playing this game with you.”

After Miu made a big deal out of it, she ended up with Amira. Maki chose Vicky, changing the name to her own. Korekiyo chose Brian, but named him Shiso Asobi. once again, no one knew what was with the ridiculous name. Gonta was left with Oz, but he had no problem with that! He did, however, have problems with changing his name. His hands were a bit too big for the keyboard.

“REVERSE ROMANIAN WILKINSON? I don’t know what she’s on, but I fuckin’ LOVE her!”Miu was all over Polly and how ridiculous she could be, including her Reverse Romanian Wilkinson ending. She wasn’t sure what the penguin mask was for along with the guacamole and bag of beads, but just imagining what it was getting her hot all over. She successfully pulled it off, and then proceeded to bother Kiibo about trying it with her.

Maki was attracted to the way Scott acted like a certain astronaut she knew, so she just couldn’t ignore him. getting the correct choices on his route was super easy for her, and she smiled just enough to get Miu on her case for a little bit. At the end of the game, she wondered if she’s been wanting a man who’s essentially like a puppy.

Gonta didn’t want to romance anyone! He just wanted to have the best time he could making people happy. Unfortunately for him, his actions brought him to the orgy ending. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he was asking everyone around him why they weren’t wearing clothes. Miu was yelling angrily because she hadn’t been informed that such a route even existed, and Maki just sighed out of frustration. Korekiyo wasn’t surprised given the rest of the games content, but he found humor in Gonta being the one to get such an ending.

Korekiyo wasn’t originally going after anyone. He just wanted to experience what it was like to play a game about dating people with, well... other people. However, when he basically summoned a powerful monster from the totem of zgord, he changed his playing style to fit accordingly. With a high enough charm stat and being able to take a tentacle monster to the prom, everyone was slightly disturbed, besides Miu. She just wished that she could be a part of that action.

[belladonnablake]

All odd numbers 🖤

1: Golden mornings or peachy sunsets?: boston summer sunsets are always peachy but there’s something about the morning sky after it snows that is just as good? sunsets for summer and mornings for winter3: Do you wear scarves often? do you have a favorite?: i’d like to wear scarves more often than i do but i don’t know what to do with the back of my hair when i do? so maybe i will more often once it’s styled if i ever go to a hairdresser before the next time i die? but i do have a fave! i bought myself a tottenham hotspur scarf in the north end more than a few years ago and i’ll. try to take pictures of myself wearing it. i’ll try to take pictures of myself this year because i didn’t last year lol5: Is there a food you’ve never had but always wanted to try?: there’s a lot of things but i can’t think of too many right now! a lot of it is regional food you can’t find in new england or you can but you have to go out of your way. i’ve tried both rabbit and gator in the past couple years and i want to try more meats. caribou would be nice too. this is one of those questions i could talk forever without ever answering it completely so i’ll cut it here you’re welcome7: Do you listen to ASMR?: not too often but i’ll listen to rain or like moving water in general when i write on occasion, otherwise the music i’m listening to influences the music i’m writing. but nothing more than that9: What’s a little thing in life that you love?: i answered this but because it’s a question that can be answered more than once so i’m gonna do that. i love winter jack jack daniels. it’s like apple whiskey. i love my new pink and green joycons and i love the green and pink colour scheme in general. i love my new hoodies too. one is a powell peralta hoodie with a small logo on the front and big on the back, of the bones skeleton with the red hood. and the other is a thrasher hoodie with green font and a pink jellyfish11: Wobbly lines or using a ruler?: my hands are shaky and have always been shaky so my straight lines, they’re straighter than i am but they’re still bad. i don’t even think i own a ruler but if i were going to draw a straight line i’m going to need one lol13: Do you have any candles? what scents are they?: one of them is apple something and the other two are sparkling icicles and sweater weather which like. i don’t know how to describe either but it’s not the same as lighting a sweater on fire or sticking an icicle up your nose15: Do you have glasses?: another one where i’ll try to take pics for later but i have green aviators, red aviators, and purple aviators. all sunglasses off of rainbowoptx dot com17: What’s your favorite season and favorite month in that season?: winter autumn tie but my fave months are october, november, and december, and all but ten days of that are in autumn? 19: Favorite Ghibli and/or disney movie: it’s been years since i’ve seen either so forgive me if my memory fails me but i remember princess mononoke, kiki’s delivery service, and spirited away the most out of all of either ghibli or disney? and i should probably rewatch them soon as well as the others to see if that still stands21: What snacks do you usually get at the theater?: i don’t think i’ve ever actually gotten snacks at the theatre? i haven’t been in years, but there are a few things either out or coming out that look like they’d be worth going even if the concept of theatres is something that i don’t really understand? ...i’m thinkin bout once upon a time in hollywood baby! the best candy for theatres is reeses pieces and like any of the bites candy? cookie dough bites etc23: Would you fill your house with plants if you had a green thumb?: i keep my liquor bottles around to use them as vases tbh. there really isn’t a place for plants in our apartment, or maybe there is and i haven’t found it25: Do you have a favorite type of art style? (eg: soft looking, no to little color, sketches, crisp and clean, minimalist, pixel art etc.): my style varies all the time and i try to do all of the above, i’m very inconsistent myself. but i’m very fond of 3D modeling atm!27: Do you like nicknames?: i like nicknames if i like the person using them? i’m a person with a lot of names because i’m a dumb kinnie and hate using one name exclusively and i guess all my names are nicknames but like. i don’t like how nicknames for most people are shortened names or how they think shorter names are nicknames for a longer name idk like i’ve got a cousin named liam, that’s not his nickname. his legal name might be william but that’s not his name. his nicknames have nothing to do with that. and like there’s nothing wrong with nicknames that are shortened versions of a name but i hate how that’s what most people think of them as29: Do you still like old memes? (tell the truth): i don’t like how meme formats are the same and the reaction image changes. i like reaction images but i don’t like how some of them become memes and then it changes to a different image for the same format. i like the new wave of doge memes and i still like pepe and i love how stupid dat boi was 31:  Are you a fashionable person?: i’m a crusty folk punk that wears the same flannel every day but doesn’t know how to make crust pants33:  Cookies or brownies?: i don’t love either and would rather just eat raw cookie dough. i think there is such a thing as too much chocolate and brownies do have too much and cookies are often borderline but i do like a baller macaron or cheesecake cookie35: Do you find the crickets chirping outside your window relaxing?: i live in a city so... replace crickets with drunks screaming anything from the lyrics to everlong to i need you! we need you! we need you! we need you! we need you! fucking idiot! i don’t have further context for either but ya that’s relaxing to me37:  How often do you doodle?: not as often as i should because of the perfectionism thing giving me this fear of practice? i blame public school for killing off as many artists as they can tbh39: What’s your favorite random piece of decor in your house and room?: mr. durdam... he is a hollow plastic penguin around kneehigh next to the tv stand / amiibo shelves. we also hung waluigi from the ceiling for a while.41: Any birthmarks?: i got two dots on my wrist, one larger one smaller. looks like an exclamation point !43: First video game you ever played?: it was either one of the early zelda games or one of the ps1 games? i was too young to form memories but i know it was one of the two. i know i played arcade games at some arcade on hampton beach when i was that young too. qbert that orange FUCK45: Do you use gifs/ memes a lot when replying to people?: i’m trying to get better at remembering to save reaction images and remembering to use them. i don’t even know how people use the gifs when replying to people because i was stuck with a phone that couldn’t update its operating system for years and now i have a new phone with an up to date operating system and i’m still figuring things out47: Ideal temperature outside?: so it’s either gonna be below freezing so it’s able to snow or like... around 50 or below and literally feels like nothing at all. because i hate when it’s too hot to wear beanies. i like when it’s cold and i like when it’s not hot or cold. but i hate hot49: How often do you hear airplanes outside?: if i were to go outside and lie down on my back i could watch airplanes all day long. it’s a little different than being on castle island but it’s still close enough to logan to where planes are near constant but not too loud. i hear the train every ten minutes too. and the cars are always

[liamthemarowak]

Gift for luvicarious on Deviantart

It was a fine day at the entertainment centre, and Liam and Jack are going to do something cool so they could have some fun. "Well, what can we do in this entertainment centre? Maybe watch the show perhaps?" Liam said. "Or how about we could play some table tennis?" Jack said. Liam would love to play table tennis because he used to play it a long time ago. "Well, it's been a while that I played table tennis, but we will have a go to play it!" Liam said as they went into the table tennis area. Firstly, they asked the table tennis owner to play some table tennis. "Hey there Bone boys, how can I help?" The table tennis owner said. "We would like to have a game of table tennis each with the best of 7!" Jack said. The table tennis owner gave Liam and Jack a table tennis paddle each and a ping pong ball. also, He has a scoreboard with him so it will be able to track the scores of Liam and Jack. "Ok, are you ready to play this?" Liam said. Jack nodded. "Oh, I'm really am ready Liam, and also ready for anything, just like you Liam!" Jack said. The table tennis match begins and Liam was the serve of the round. and with that, Liam has scored one point. "Nice, now my table tennis skills aren't rusty at all!" Liam said. Jack will try his hardest to beat Liam in table tennis. After many points, Liam and Jack both had 6 points, and they are getting prepared to get the final point. "Ok, I really need to get that last point so I could win this match!" Jack said as he focuses strongly. The last round began and Liam and Jack are going to get that last point. Just then, Jack's eyes started to get thunder in eyes, which mean's he's about to unleash his special move. "Uh oh, Jack is using his special move, and I'm going to lose!" Liam said. Jack activated his special thunder move, and scored the last point of this round! "Yes, I have won this round! What a great game there Liam!" Jack said. But he realised that he broke Liam's table tennis paddle with his special move Just like in Mario tennis aces. "Wow, this gives me Mario tennis aces vibes there Jack!" Liam said. The table tennis owner was amazed about Jack's special move, but he needs to fix the paddle that Jack broke. "Now, where to next?" Jack said. Just then, Liam saw a penguin that is going to the ice rink stadium. Jack was concerned about this penguin. "Liam, who is this penguin?" Jack asked. "That penguin there is Ryan, he is one of the professional ice rink dancers, and won a reward for the best ice rink dancers." Liam said. "Maybe I could be a talented ice rink dancer as well Liam!" Jack said. They went inside the ice rink stadium and see Ryan doing some good ice rink dance moves. When They went inside, they could see Ryan doing a big Jump while he is spinning and striking a pose! Liam and Jack clapped for him for his talented work. Then, Ryan noticed Liam and Jack watching him and he went to greet them. "Hey there Liam and Jack! Care for a go around the ice rink with me?" Ryan asked. "Yes, we would be able to do some laps around the ice rink!" Liam said "And also perform some good stunts like spinning!" Jack said. Ryan gave them some ice skating shoes so they will be safe while they skate on the ice. When they skate on the ice, they perform so many moves like spinning around and even posing. "Wow, seems you guys are having so much fun skating around, now let's try a special one, follow me and I will show you the skating line when I do my performance." Ryan said. Liam and Jack would like to try out the performance, they start off by following Ryan around the ice rink and perform the moves that Ryan does. With their best performance, Ryan was so pleased at Liam and Jack and they gave them a invitation to perform the next ice skating show next year. "I will be able to see you next year, So we could practice more until we become more skilled!" Ryan said. "Yes, we will catch you next year for more fun!" Liam said as Liam and Jack continued to explore the entertainment centre to have more fun.

Liam The Marowak and Jack the Cubone belongs to Me

Ryan the penguin belongs to luvicarious on Deviantart

Pokemon Belongs to Nintendo and Game Freak

[theodorerr]

Little “Hot Pillow” What If inspired by my pet penguin Marzia.

Liam always hated falling asleep in trains because people stare at you and take picture of you and you can’t prove it even if you know they did and they sit there in front of you, laughing about the way you drooled all over yourself with your mouth wide open, sending your pictures in WA multiple chats with so many people you don’t even know, people you never saw in your life and that have never seen you until this moment, people that will never see you again and will always have the image of your head repeatedly hitting the window as the only track of your existence in their life. Not to talk about the feeling of disorientation you experience when you finally wake up, supposing you do it on your own and not because you missed all the stops to the terminus and the conductor is throwing you out.

Liam always hated falling asleep in trains until he fell in love that way.

Now that he has his personal hot pillow to fall asleep on, he couldn’t care less who’s taking pictures of him. Come on Jessica, show all your friends how that ridiculous looking guy is drooling all over the other hot guy while sleeping on him. They can just dream of drooling on someone so hot and funny and perfect, while Liam is actually able to. Hot pillow doesn’t even complain, not ever, well he did the first times actually, but now he understands that this is a thing boyfriends do, accepting the other’s saliva on your clothes as a gift of love, a fundamental part of their trip out of town on the occasion of their first anniversary.  

This time, when he wakes up breathing the paradisiacal and familiar scent of his hot pillow, Liam is not disoriented at all. He feels relaxed and happy and he knows he didn’t miss his stop, because hot pillow would have woken him up. So he yawns and leans closer to him, pressing a sleepy smile on his lips, because if there is something better than being able to drool on hot pillow is being able to kiss him.

“What the fuck-” Hot pillow immediately shoves him away, a shocked look on his beautiful, beatufiful, but actually not so familiar face. “Are you insane? First you sleep on me for two hours and then-”

“But you’re...I mean we...wait, what’s your name?” Liam freezes, panic and confusion sliding inside him as all the flash of their dates and their awesome nights of sex follow each other super fast in his mind. And not one single time he remembers calling his boyfriend something other than hot pillow. That’s weird, isn’t it. Dating someone for so long and never once asking him his actual name. Almost as weird as the way hot pillow reacted to Liam kissing him. “Oh god, you’re not my boyfriend.”

“Yeah, no shit genius!” Hot pillow snorts, as Liam remembers sitting next to him a couple of hours earlier and thinking how hot he looked just before falling asleep.

“Oh god” Liam repeats before running away. He doesn’t stop even when the controller asks him the train ticket and Liam didn’t want to tackle him to the ground, really, it’s just that he wouldn’t move and that’s why Liam is now trying to explain to a police man how he dreaming about a stranger being his boyfriend ended up in him attacking an old man just doing his job.  

Liam really hates falling asleep in trains.

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“Ehy, can I sit-” Liam has barely the time to raise his head before hot pillow’s friendly tone change drastically. “Are you kidding me? Not you again.”

Liam immediately feels a wave of rage mounting on his chest: he made mistakes, okay, but he paid for it. Literally, he received a fine even if he had the ticket, which is ridiculous. And now he’s just sitting on the bus minding his own business, so hot pillow can fuck off.  

“Yeah, well, excuse me if I got thrown out of the train because of you.” He mutters salty.

“Excuse me? You assaulted me!”

“I thought you were my boyfriend!”

Hot pillow snorts, smug. “You wish.”

He’s so full of himself. Liam is happy he’s not actually his boyfriend. “It’s occupied anyway, go away.”

Hot pillow ignores him. “And you got throw out of the train because you attacked the controller, I got nothing to do with that. Now pay for my ticket, quick.”  

Liam raises his brows, sceptical. “What? Why would I?”

Hot pillow shrugs. “Cause you’re my boyfriend apparently.”

“Yeah, no, thanks.”

“Come on, I forgot my wallet. You kissed me, you can give me one dollar.”

“Oh, is that how much your kisses cost? A little cheap, aren’t you.”

“Cheap? Listen, if I kissed you, you wouldn’t be standing on your feet right now.”

Liam immediately stands up, ignoring the glances their little bickering is drawing. “Is that so.”

“Yes. You would faint  if I kissed you, because I’m just that good.”

“You know what I think, hot pillow? You’re all talk and no kisses, just like you demonstrated earlier.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Sure.” Liam shrugs unimpressed, because what’s the worst that can happen to him at this point? Being kissed by a ridiculously hot guy?

That’s exactly what happens. Hot pillow kisses the air out of him and then smirks as Liam goes limp in his arms. Then he trips him and drops him on the floor of the bus.

“See? You fainted.” He says satisfied, immediately occupying Liam’s now empty sit near the window. “Now pay for my ticket, I don’t have all day.”

The weirdest thing is that Liam actually pays for his tickets one he gets up and then he sits next to him. The guy is watching out of the window, a little smirk on his lips.  

“I’m Liam anyway.” Liam says, because well, he’s Liam.

“Theo. But you can keep calling me hot pillow.”

[missytearex]

To Read List - Zouis

This list is purely for myself to keep track of everything I still want to read. Its gonna change as I actually read though them and find more stuff to add.

Find fics I’ve already read here.

Zouis

far side of the moon by zouee

the one where louis’ summer holidays are blessed (or cursed) by the new boy next door.

promise me you won't regret me (like the tattoos on my skin) (orphan_account)

it seems like pain and regret are your best friends / cause everything you do leads to them / but baby i could be your best friend / and baby, i could fuck you right

the one where zayn's a stripper who swings both ways, louis' straight (or so he thinks), and harry's the gay best friend who wants to party. all. the time.

run away home with me (orphan_account)

Louis is suddenly and intoxicatingly glad to be here, under this sky and walking across this broken-up asphalt with Zayn, who is ridiculous and beautiful and looks on the whole world like it is both his for the unravelling and something that he will never be able to touch.

Very end of high school/summer before uni AU. Features approx. one instance of attending class, one study session, several dumb teenage parties, an end-of-an-era camping trip and a lot of feelings about getting older and falling for your best friend, as well as possibly slightly obsessive detailing of the weather.

I Wanna Dance With Somebody by FallingLikeThis

“Hey, Liam,” Louis asks before Niall’s best man can escape to the dancefloor with everyone else. “Who’s the DJ?”

“Oh, that’s Zayn Malik. He’s a good friend of ours. Why?” Liam asks, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

“Because I’m going to marry that man.”

somewhere in the night by alnima

Louis smiles at him back and hopes that Zayn can’t see the swirl of emotion inside him. He’s a stranger and Louis is catching feelings, go figure. Leave it to him to take in a stray and want to keep him.

which one of you is the one you are by leighbot

A fortnight in America and Louis’ craved In-N-Out Burger every day. He tells himself it has nothing to do with a certain sharp-tongued and prickly-tempered pretty lad but he’s only partially lying. Or, Louis’ a Brit in America who is just trying to raise his daughter and excel at work. A pretty man and terribly unhealthy fast food are trying to make his life difficult. 

fire for a heart by alnima

“Then how come I’ve never noticed him before?” Louis asks, because he knows everyone. Or well, he knows most everyone. That’s his thing. He knows people. That doesn’t mean he’s friends with them or that he likes them all – or that they like him – but still. Zayn somehow slipped under his radar and he doesn’t understand how. Zayn is—Louis would have noticed him.

“He’s shy. He’s not really concerned about being known,” Liam says, like that’s an explanation for it. And maybe it is. Maybe not everyone wants the world to know their name like Louis does. “And why are you so concerned about him? Do you like him or something?”

“I don’t even know him, Liam, don’t be ridiculous.”

Or the one where Louis is on the football team, Zayn is in yearbook, and they make it work.

Break My Bones But You Won't See Me Fall by catholicschoolgirl

"Maybe Louis was growing up. Maybe this was his coming of age story."

Or, Louis is Bella Swan, Zayn is Edward Cullen, and vampires are totally real.

Deadly Jokes by zouisprince

Louis is a well-known criminal with a wicked sense of humor; Zayn is just the doctor who should be taking care of him, but Louis is too fascinating for his own good. (A highly-adapted Joker/Harley Quinn AU)

Where the Heaven Are We? by Gebiurl (fookin_tossah)

Louis likes weed, some weird indie band, and Zayn. Zayn likes art and not-Louis.

wasting days with you by strong

Coming in with a casual step and lazy uni student attire is a guy with a face Zayn’s got imprinted on his brain. Sullen cheeks, shifty eyes, loose tufts of brown hair falling over them from below his hood. He strolls past the front counter and down one of the aisles, checking everything out as if he doesn’t come in often enough to have it memorized.

“Need help, mate?” Zayn asks. It’s a part of their routine. I’m good, but..

“I’m good, but I’ll let you know,” the guy smiles at him, the grin never reaching his shaded eyes.

a tragically beautiful boy with blue eyes frequently steals from the store zayn works at, and zayn isn't sure what he wants to do more: help the guy out or kiss his heavenly face

Though the Stars Walk Backwards by manybumblebees

Zayn's been gone eighteen months, and the SGC have all but stopped looking for him.

One day, if Louis is very, very lucky, he’ll find a quantum mirror that’ll transport him to an alternate reality where he can call his commanding officer an idiot without losing his job.

ring of fire by countthestars

“One week,” Louis finally says, testing the words out loud. “You're giving me one week to get Zayn to kiss me in order to prove myself?” “By next week Saturday at midnight,” Liam says excitedly, like some kind of nightmare fairy godmother. “What could go wrong?” Niall adds. “I really don't want to be involved with this,” tacks on Harry. Louis' made worse choices. Probably. “You're on,” he says.

never ending math equation by liquidmeasure

Niall’s told him all about the winter. The way the snow creeps in through the cracks. The way the winds make you feel like the entire continent will be ripped up and away and tossed into the void. But that’s the bad days. Niall says on the good days, everything is still, save for the ice, and the stars flash like strobe lights and if you look up, you can see everything. You can see right through the universe. So that’s something to look forward to.

Or...Louis does science, Zayn is an enigma, Harry studies penguin poop and Niall fixes radios. Nobody knows how they feel, but Zayn knows how everyone feels.

For an office AU hate-to-lust prompt that i took a few (read: lots of) liberties with. It's sort of an office, it's just an office in Antarctica!

you came and you took this heart by styleslaurent

Louis has a pathetic crush on his daughter's teacher that he fails to hide, but when she decides to help him out, things eventually take a turn for the better. 

Run It For The Cardio by PigSlay

“I was right to be nervous around you that first day.” Zayn shakes his head, laughing angrily. “But for some reason I thought it was just because I was nervous about making new friends. Nah, I knew to be nervous about the fact that you’re an annoying tool who only cares about himself and hearing himself talk.”

“Wait a minute,” Louis smiles widely. “You were nervous meeting me?” Zayn has no idea why he’s smiling so widely right now. Being nervous around someone isn’t always a good thing – it could very well mean you’re afraid the other person will rob you or something.

Or the one where Zayn and Louis meet during art class at their university and their lives are never the same again.

Life and Choices by wellthatlookslikefun

"Three hours later, Zayn is questioning both his life and his choices as he brushes ash out of his hair for the second time in as many days.

“You know,” Louis starts, poking delicately at the melted puddle that used to be his cauldron, “I think I’m getting better.” He looks up at Zayn with a faux-innocent look. Zayn just manages to hold back his laughter at Louis’ smudged face and his bright, wide-eyed expression. Louis had very bright eyes, Zayn notices."

Or the one where Zayn somehow starts tutoring Louis in potions and Niall accidentally hits Zayn with an experimental spell that messes things up for a while but then makes everything better.

we've come a long way by graceana

For the rest of the movie Louis barely pays attention. He’s too focused on the words that Harry said. They keep echoing in the back of his mind: There are people who don’t experience sexual attraction. That’s Louis. That’s what he’s got to be. He wants to know more. He wants to meet people who are like him, who know what it feels like and how confused and scared it makes him.

there are two things louis is confused about. the first is his sexuality, or lack there of? he guesses. the second is why all of a sudden he has feelings for his best friend.

prompt: ACEFIC? Louis and Zayn are best friends who hang out all the time and everyone jokes about them being in love/life partners/boyfriends. They're both so hung up on the idea that dating = sex that they're oblivious to the fact that the joke isn't really a joke maybe until one of them starts going on dates with someone else? Maybe...slowly realizing that sex isn't everything, they've been more than friends for a while and figuring some things out. Non-sexual intimacy ok? Okay!

I'm Just A Reader, You're Every Chapter by Austinattack

"Go get Louis away from that prick," Harry slurred, reaching up to poke Zayn's cheek. "And like. Kiss him. You want to. I can tell."

Zayn glared down at Harry, and shrugged his shoulder so he couldn't lean on him anymore. "Fuck off."

Harry smirked and slipped his arms around Zayn. "You do. You liiiiiiike him," he gushed, wiggling closer, while Zayn's face warmed. "You should go kiss him. You should bring him over here and kiss him all over."

"Shut the fuck up, Harry."

or

Zayn and Louis are uni roommates, Zayn may have a crush, and Louis can't handle it.

Soaking In The Glory Of It All by fancyachatup

Football player and single father Louis Tomlinson meets Zayn Malik, famous artist and single dad.

Or

Louis and Zayn unknowingly go on a date with their kids and then go on a real one.

then i saw your face by countthestars

Louis snatches the picture off the fridge and retreats to the safe haven of his bedroom, stuffing it out of sight in a desk drawer where Niall can’t get his grubby hands on it. And like. So what if he refuses to throw it out? He needs evidence when he confronts Liam next week, doesn’t he? And so what if he’s spent maybe a little more time than necessary studying the pencil lines, tracing his fingers over the lead until it smears. It’s just. He never thought his face was that interesting. Never believed it could, like, inspire someone to recreate it.

or, the one in which Zayn is an art major and Louis has a hard time letting his guard down.

the cold never bothered me anyway by countthestars

Honestly, the whole super power thing is some grass is always greener bullshit. Zayn hadn't realized, before he developed a power, that it'd come with an obligation. It was sort of expected that he would dedicate his life to fighting evil.

Louis, though, he never saw coming.

Stay Quiet, Stay Near by parisienneheart

Zayn and Louis are community college skater bros on a last hurrah roadtrip along the California coastline before Zayn leaves to his transfer university. Louis harbors some angsty feelings about being left behind and realizes he might have more than friendly feelings for his best friend.

Aftermath by StormDancer

In another world, Zayn would be on the bed already, and Louis would be tasting every inch of him. He’d be writhing with pleasure, taken care of properly, shown what true pleasure can be, not just the pretense he’s probably had. He’d show Zayn that even in the camps, far away from the city glamour, there’s real pleasure. He’d have Zayn screaming his name, begging for him. In that other world, when Louis hadn’t won Zayn in a card game. When the chains around Zayn’s wrists that kept him with Louis were emotion, not gold.

two wheels of a different pair (but we're still rolling into something we don't know) by zouee

“Does it get tiring?” Louis asks, voice coming out softer than anticipated.

The response doesn’t come right away. For a moment, Louis thinks Zayn might actually be asleep; pulled under quickly despite their surroundings. Then he thinks Zayn’s making a point to ignore him and he considers leaving - the rejection making his heart sting. But in the next moment Zayn remains stone-still as he replies, mouth only moving slightly.

“What does?”

Louis turns his head, looks at him, “Pretending you don’t care.” _

When an out of town bikie storms into a restaurant placed on the outskirts, he doesn’t expect to meet the boy with bright eyes and devilish smile.

Set in the 1950’s.

you've got a pretty kind of dirty face by zouee

“what are you gonna do, zayn?” louis asks him, now noticing his lack of breath in his voice. he glances down towards zayn’s gun. “you gonna shoot me?”

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louis' a bank teller and zayn's a thief.

high hopes by zouee

i know it's crazy to believe in silly things, but it's not that easy

Based off this video clip

Wicked At Midnight by Randominity

In which Louis is turned into a vampire, Nick is unhelpful, there's a rota, and everyone thinks things are going to go smoothly.

All You Have to Do by Randominity

Louis doesn't want to win Zayn over - he just wants to win.

somewhere in the night by alnima

Louis smiles at him back and hopes that Zayn can’t see the swirl of emotion inside him. He’s a stranger and Louis is catching feelings, go figure. Leave it to him to take in a stray and want to keep him.

make the world for you by alnima

“Okay, right.” Louis rolls his eyes and stabs his finger into Zayn’s wrist. “You’ve gotten like, a million new tattoos since the break up.”

“So what? I’m always getting new tattoos.”

“You’ve dyed your hair,” Louis says and Zayn runs his hands nervously over the silver hair on top of his head. It wasn’t a drastic decision or anything. And he doesn’t need Louis calling him out on it. “Just trust me, Zayn. This trip will really do you some good, okay?”

Zayn looks at his best friend and looks at the bag on the ground. It’s a crazy idea, it’s rash and absurd but maybe Louis is right. Maybe a trip around the world is just what he needs to figure out how to be Zayn again. He’s not sure himself, not sure about getting on a plane for hours but… He sighs, shaking his head.

“Alright. Yeah, let’s do this.”

Baby Bring Your Body by disarm_d

Zayn and Louis get stoned and switch bodies. In that order.

So Much Of The City Is Our Bodies by disarm_d

A place/ where everything too big to take apart/ had been left behind.

AU set in Toronto, Canada.

Method to the Madness by disarm_d

Louis doesn’t trust himself to know the right way to touch Zayn anymore.

your finest inspiration by carissima

His legs ache a little and he's shattered so he keeps the radio down low as he cruises through the streets until he hits the motorway. It's another two hours to London and he's got a lot of cursing at Zayn to do so he slouches down in his seat and thinks about how dumb Zayn's stupid face is.

like any real love it's ever-changing by annemari

"Do you think if I repeat 'this isn't happening' for long enough it'll make it true?" Louis asks.

The cat—Zayn—moves its tail. Louis doesn't know what that means.

"I have no idea what that means," Louis says.

Zayn turns into a cat. Louis figures some things out.

i count my steps by annemari

Zayn and Louis often play truth or dare to unwind.

Those Meddling Kids by Gorgeous Nerd (gorgeousnerd)

Zayn likes to watch the street from his own windows when he can. He likes it even better when the street watches back, and Louis's the only one to know it.

(Or: Zayn and Louis hook up in the Mystery Machine.)

only fools rush in by gravitycentered

The night feels like it moves quickly, melting away as they all get steadily drunker; Zayn watches the boys eat and laugh and shove each other around and feels suddenly very glad to be with them, incredibly lucky to have all of them to himself.

Especially you, Zayn thinks, looking over at Louis. The bar lights are dim, as usual, but there’s a dull little ceiling lamp above their table and it illuminates Louis just enough as he smiles back.

I'm the Scene, You're the Director by slashter

Zayn has yet to not get a stiffy when he sees Louis on set--just the idea of Louis being so in control of everything, shouting commands at him, walking up to him when he's in a pose and touching him everywhere, moving him around so he looks better--it's definitely somewhat of a fear boner, but in the best way possible. Honestly, he kind of wants Louis to destroy him, and that desire hasn't wavered a bit over the past two years.

[Or the one where Louis tells Zayn what to do, Zayn (usually) fights back, and neither of them can get enough of it]

You Ignite Me And I'll Ignite You by slashter

“Zayn,” Louis repeats, slightly out of breath, once he’s right in front of the boy. It’s only mildly embarrassing. “Louis,” Zayn answers, raising an eyebrow. “On your way to class?” “I--yes,” Louis stammers, then starts walking alongside Zayn. “Um, off to do more art? And stuff? That you do?” Smooth. Zayn laughs. His eyes crinkle up at the corners and Louis wants to drop-kick Harry, he’s so fucking sexually frustrated.

[Or the one where Zayn sells Louis weed and Louis definitely has much more than just a crush]

If Only You Saw What I Can See by slashter

It's almost impressive that Louis hasn't tried to see his own face in a hundred years, because Zayn doesn't know if he'd be able to go a day without looking at him.

downward facing dog by robpatFF

The yoga mat is heavier than he remembers, and dustier, and Zayn realizes it’s been a few good months since he’s been able to do this proper. Been able to stretch out his mat and stretch out his own body and feel the ache of release, the burn in his muscles as he pushes himself past the sting of it and just breathes. His fingers grip around the edge of the mat in anticipation, his shoulders already relaxing as he sets it down in the living room.

come sail away by robpatFF

The hotel faces the beach, and when Zayn looks out he can see the ocean lapping up against the shore, the distinct darkening of the sand where the tide washes in.

rise from your burning fiat by dangerbears

AU of the high school variety. louis and zayn have always been best friends and they always will be, no matter how much time they let pass.

if not the happiest, surely the luckiest by dangerbears

AU. reform boarding school for the obscenely wealthy, essentially. zayn is new and louis is hot shit.

Gravity Always Wins by writeivywrite

The truth is: if they weren’t in a band together, Zayn wouldn’t be friends with someone like Louis.

give this wandering soul a home by sunshineflying

Louis Tomlinson lives in a sleepy town in Essex, near a small uni where all his friends seem to be going – except for him. He thrives on having a social life – with his best friend Liam at his side and the cherubic new boy Harry across the street, life is good. But when autumn comes around and everyone goes off to uni, Louis starts to spiral out of control.

The feeling of being left behind never really goes away, so Louis doubles his efforts to forget, hardly sober for more than a day at a time, and yet life still goes on around him. Louis wants to grow up, he does, it’s just that it’s hard to do when the ones around him are far more successful than he is. It isn't until his mother's harsh ultimatum that Louis is brought back to a sobering reality.

Covering nearly five years, this fic follows all the characters, though Louis most of all, as they work their way through relationships, road blocks, and more coursework than they can sometimes handle to come through alright on the other side. Through a series of ups and downs, Louis and everyone else settle into lives they’re pleased with – a task that several of them didn’t think was possible to accomplish. Inspired by Skins UK.

(I love you) by softly (alexenglish)

There should be a word for a threat that is also a promise. Because that is what I want you to hold me down and do.

(buy your love by playing make believe.) by softly (alexenglish)

I would love you more if you were someone who could love me.

(quiet kisses are so hardcore) by softly (alexenglish)

I laugh along but inside I know that it’s true: Being in love is totally punk rock.

(you know that I’m no good) by softly (alexenglish)

I don’t know how to make things right. So I’ll just keep pretending that nothing’s wrong.

(You can’t start a fire without a spark.) by softly (alexenglish)

I hate trying to put my desire into words when my body knows exactly what to say. Come home.

known you in every life i've lived by leighbot

“I would guess that your magic is stronger here because your soulmate might be within the castle. Maybe your magic is trying to lead you to them.”

Zayn is a newly appointed crown prince and Louis is the first person with grey magic in the kingdom since the Founding Queen herself. Abelwick fic.

what happens in the bathroom by leighbot

Zayn just needs to relieve himself before his lecture starts, but there's someone crying in the stall and he can't just leave them upset.

the time you have wasted for your rose by leighbot

“I’m not a boy.”

“You’re a… girl?” he tries, feeling like he has the wrong answer to a test he didn’t know he was being given.

“No, I’m not a girl, either.”

“Is this a riddle, because I’m shit at riddles to be honest.”

Or, Louis and Zayn work together on a school play and learn that not everyone is as they seem.

your heaven and your oceans, too by leighbot

It usually starts the same for everyone: an uncertain glance, a hint of familiarity, a hesitant step forward and finally an overwhelming sensation of recognition as their souls connect. People have met their soulmates at both very young and very old ages, people have met their soulmates in their prime or when they’re married to someone else or even when they’re nearing their own death. The only rules of soulmates are that everyone has one and everyone meets theirs at some point in their lifetime.

Or, Louis is Emperor and Zayn is his soul mate. That simple, really.

Ice Skating by leighbot

Looking up at Louis now, his face soft and open, Zayn doesn't know how to admit that he doesn't want to feel like a fool. Instead he shakes his head ‘no’ and purses his lips, staring at the skates as if they had personally offended him.

or, the one where Zayn really doesn't want to ice skate but Louis is so pretty and smiles so wide for him and he'll try it, okay? He'll try.

its been a while by neonmoonlight

The only good thing about break is that he doesn't have to be on Twitter constantly and check what people are saying about him. He spends most of his time out on friend dates with Danielle and dodging calls from Simon. He also has more time to spend going to music festivals he's been wanting to go to for years and have a couple day holiday in Vegas.

Based off of Louis "Vegas has broken me ..." tweet.

#1 by dramaturgicallycorrect

“I know what you are,” Mueller growls.

Tommo lifts and slams him back against the bar. Zayn looks around, finds the bartender and the rest of the patrons casually minding their own. Must be business as usual in a place like this.

When Zayn looks back, there’s a knife in his hand, long and thin and shining even in the pub’s dim light. Only when Zayn looks hard enough, it’s not a knife at all but a thin blade, nor is it so much in his hand as it is protruding from it, resting dangerously at Mueller’s pulse point.

Zayn’s heart pounds. He’s a mutant.

[Or issue number one.]

all the stars were crashing by sarcangel

“We should practice,” Louis says. He’s got a faraway look in his eye that doesn’t bode well for anyone, based on Zayn’s newly-formed knowledge of Louis. “Find a place, set up a schedule, all that.”

“What?” Zayn says, not sure where the conversation is exactly headed anymore.

“You know, in a movie - like, this would be our montage sequence,” Louis says, hands everywhere, gesturing wildly. “There’d be some song playing in the background while we spar and gain strength and -”

(and lick sweat off of each other’s necks, Zayn thinks, and then you knock me to the floor and lay on me and)

“Yeah, that’d be sick,” Zayn says, instead, not knowing if he’s more surprised that anything coherent comes out of his mouth or that he’s actually agreed to Louis’ awful plan.

Blow by catholicschoolgirl

“I wonder how it feels sometimes / Must be good to you”

Alternatively: sex, drugs and feelings in the Mystery Machine.

Fangs by catholicschoolgirl

"The days that Louis had spent with Zayn were the best of his life. All 74,035 of them."

Louis loves Zayn, always has, but Zayn might want someone else. Louis does not react positively.

stumbling, looking in the dark by rilla

'Everyone always thinks Louis is just hilarious and cutting and sarcastic when he’s actually just deeply honest and doesn’t like very many things. The only person who ever believed him is Zayn, and Zayn’s long gone now.' University AU.

we've got each other and that's a lot by rilla

Louis is the first person Zayn meets at university. He's definitely trouble. Luckily, Zayn likes trouble.

Everyone Else Isn't You by rilla

'Everyone else isn't you. It turns out that's a huge problem for me.' A little bit of canon zouis, set in February 2016.

no one knows (if you don’t say the words) by words_unravel

Louis wants one last winter holiday with the boys and Zayn's never been one to tell him no.

Would you let me be your world? by geewhizmo

Louis moves to a new city to start college. Her roommate, Zayn, is attractive, intriguing, and totally out of her league.

This was going to be an interesting year.

Make Up Your Heart by FallingLikeThis

You know that saying? Something about not knowing what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone?

Yeah, well fucking fuck that shit, okay?

It’s hard enough losing something, someone, without having that piece of shit sentiment thrown at you from every angle as you grieve. Or punch things. Louis has a tendency to punch things. Or kick things. Like his football. Only he imagines it’s Zayn’s stupid, beautiful, disloyal face.

[iheartgracie]

sam compton soft quotes

“Sam: Her name is ANGELA, and she didn’t stick around long enough to read the pamphlets, and I DO NOT HAVE GENITAL WARTS.”

“Just one more way in which the woman was trying to send him to an early grave”

“Whew, that was close. Mr. Blanton’s creep could have jumped out and got you at any time.”

“Chicks dig the cherries,” he said.

“I feel like that’s just a dirty joke waiting to happen.”

“Well, then lay it on me. I promise to laugh even if it’s not funny,” he said, clinking his glass against hers.”

“How do you know I snooped through your stuff?”

“Didn’t you?”

“Well, of course,” she said, fishing the cherry out of her drink. “But it was a total waste of time. There was no diary or dirty magazine or leopard-print boxers.”

“Clearly you didn’t look in the bottom right drawer.”

“Riley thought Sam didn’t know how to use his hands? Wrong. Because he was thinking of plenty of ways to use them right now. Strangling her was at the top of the list.

Right after he punched the toothpaste-model smile off her new boyfriend.”

“moving on to the onion dip and chips. Ah, there were the potatoes.”

“Not my birthday, but my daddy bought it for me because I was good when I went to the hardware store with him.”

“Your daddy’s a sucker, and you can tell him I said that,”

“Where’d you disappear to?” Liam asked, never taking his eyes off the football game.

Sam flopped down next to Liam and Brian. “Barbie and Ken were getting married.”

“Where have you been?” Josh asked Sam, jerking him back to the present. “You missed cake.”

“He was playing dolls. Brought his own Barbie wardrobe and everything,”

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Obviously”

“You pick,” she said, giving a woe-is-me sigh.

“No way. I’m here for moral support. And to make sure you don’t walk out of here with an entire pack.”

“Or maybe not,” Riley amended. “Maybe he’ll always be timid.”

“Mellow. Mellow is the word you’re looking for.”

“I was thinking Pippy. Or Lady.”

“Yeah, I’m going to go with no on the second one,” he said. “She’s already peed—twice—on my bath mat and eaten both of their food portions.”

“Who says I have a girlfriend?” Sam kept his voice easy.

“It’s written all over your whipped face.”

“I figure I’ve got two choices here. One: challenge you to a duel.”

“Um, pass?”

“Don’t even think about it,” Sam muttered quietly in her ear.

“Think about what?”

“Matchmaker. You’re bad at it.”

“I matched up us.”

“Something I might start to regret if your dog destroys one more pair of my shoes.”

“What can I say?” Riley said, patting his cheek fondly. “Pippy has a fondness for old sneakers from 1987.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Did you put her up to it?”

“I still can’t believe I have to wear a penguin suit,” Sam muttered around a piece of chicken.”

“I’m tempted to take a picture of you right now in jeans and that ugly T-shirt to prove to Riley that you don’t always dress like one of your magazine advertisements,” Sam said, accepting the beer Mitchell handed him. “Maybe then she’ll let me wear my ugly T-shirts.”