#le fry anon

[kasdeyathebitterwoman]

*pigion frantically pecks on door*

*your butler opens the door to find a tired pigeon and a scroll inside of a tiny backpack*

The scroll reads: "Good day kind soul! I apologise for making you worry! It's been a tough few weeks... Still having to push through... someone very close to me has just left us and one is trying to make arrangements. How are thou? Haveth thou been hydrated? Haveth thou pampered thine self? Haveth thou been eating well? How art thou? My carrier pigions have struggled to find thine new address as thou aren't 'Meow' anymore; I shall have to retrain them. Do not fret as this isn't any trouble. My dear I will not be online as often these next few days however I shall try my best to reply when possible. With love, Le Fry ❤❤❤ Ps- how are my pigeons? I hope they are causing no trouble"

LE FRY!!! MY LOVE!!

First of all, I am so sorry for your loss. Please, pretty please, take all the time you need. If you need anything from me, my butler and I are more than willing to help.

Second, your pigeons are the defining example of perfection. A little greedy around dinner time, but otherwise exceptional in every way (just like you).

Third, yes, I have been staying hydrated. And eating well. I'm actually in the beginning stages of training for my first ever marathon 😅 not sure what I've gotten myself into, but so far it's fun...

Oh my dear, Le Fry. It is so good to hear from you again. I hope that the upcoming weeks bring you nothing but peace 🖤

All my love,

Kasdeya (formerly known as Meow)

Ps. I hope you and your pigeons aren't terribly upset that I changed my name! 😬 I will make it up with all the glitter and chocolate you so desire ✨🍫

[acey-wacey]

FRICK FRICK I'MSO SHY OF NOT BEING ON ANON SORRY UM UM CONGRATS FOR YOUR 600 FOLLOWERS absolutely deserved literally found your acc a few days ago and im Obsessed With Your Fics sooooo taking this change to request perhaps ..... Rook hunt with I hear a symphony by Cody Fry? please

feel free to ignore this and thank you for your fics in general <3

Hi!! I'm so glad you're here!

Pairing - Rook Hunt x Reader

Song - I Hear A Symphony / Cody Fry

Playlist:

I Hear A Symphony - Cody Fry

Evermore - Dan Stevens

Cardigan - Taylor Swift

we fell in love in october - girl in red

Like I'm Gonna Lose You - Meghan Trainor

Chanson de Delphine - Les Demoiselles de Rochefort

Our Last Summer - Mamma Mia

~I used to hear a simple song~

You can barely remember what your life was like before Rook Hunt. It must have been boring because all your memories of it seem black and white.

That all changed when Rook came into your life.

~that was until you came along~

With him, all you saw was color: the rich orange and pink sunsets he took you to see, the pitch black skies you would stargaze under, the vivid green eyes that were the last thing you saw before he kissed you.

Everything became music for you.

You heard jazz in the squawking of crows and strings in the morning breeze. Every ticking second was a new note, every new day another melody.

~now in it's place is something new~

He pulled you along with him, never slowing down. His cryptic spontaneity was what drew you to him in the first place. He was a wild deer, faster than the speed of light, and you loved nothing more than the chase.

He never liked people to know him. He didn't want to leave himself exposed to the traps he knew hunters would set, but you didn't need a traps. You listened to him, willing to hear the song he kept hidden beneath the noise, and slowly, he let you in.

~i hear it when I look at you~

If you had told him before that he would love you, he would have laughed. He never saw himself as one to adore as much as one to be adored. It came too fast for him, quicker than the release of an arrow. Before he knew it, he was appreciating much more than your beauty. You hadn't just capture his heart but his entire being, his melody.

And perhaps you'd like to harmonize.

[lallemanting]

i was just rereading “whatever makes you feel the sun, chase that” because i love it SO MUCH and i would be forever indebted to you if you wrote a tiny thing about lucas and eliott traveling after they get on the train together

my darling anon! thank you so much for this sweet message and request 💛💛 I honestly had no intention of returning to this version of Lucas and Eliott but then I got this request for a “tiny” thing about their trip and wrote nearly 7k words so…whoops? I really hope you enjoy!!

part 2 of whatever makes you feel the sun (chase that) // also on ao3 here!

Lucas leans back against the rough material of the train seat and just looks. He allows himself that, as Eliott sleeps lightly next to him, because he hasn’t really before.

Every look has been plagued by fear, deep and unyielding, the kind that arrests your heart and makes each beat painful. The kind that was sent away, if only briefly, by a pair of stormy eyes and a sweet voice. Eliott. 

It feels a bit like breaking out of the water after holding your breath for too long. Lungs burning, heart racing, a panic sitting there, beneath the skin, that fades as the air hits your face and the water drips away and there’s oxygen ready to gasped in, ready to fill your lungs again. 

It’s almost drowning, but being saved at the last second. It’s learning to breathe again. 

Eliott’s eyes are closed and his mouth is hanging open, just a little, as the sunlight fights its way past the built-in shades the people in the seats in front of them have pulled down. The light casts over him making lines on his t-shirt and his hair is messy, mussed from being pressed against the headrest of a train seat. But he’s beautiful all the same. 

He’s beautiful, really, in the kind of way that makes people look twice (Lucas certainly did). The kind of beauty that’s intimidating at first, that left Lucas reeling when he reached for him in that club, when he said he remembered Lucas of all people, just from a glance on the beach. 

But it was his smile, the disarming way he laughed, the light that seemed to shine even when in complete darkness that sent Lucas chasing after him. 

Eliott shifts in his sleep, his head falling onto Lucas’ shoulder and Lucas smiles, wide, as his heart hiccups in his chest. He turns his face to press a soft kiss to Eliott’s forehead and lets him sleep on.

Lucas’ phone buzzes a few times in his pocket and he pulls it out to see several texts in his group chat.

Le gang

Yann 

hey lulu, you okay? haven’t heard from you in a few hours 

assuming you found your man 

or I was right about the serial killer thing 

but just know if you don’t respond soon I’m going to have to call the police and tell them to start looking for a handsomeman named eliott

Lucas

why do you assume he’s handsome

Arthur 

He speaks!

Yann 

I have faith in your taste bro 

so I assume that means you found him?

Lucas

I found him

Arthur 

And you’re with him now?

Lucas

on our way to amsterdam

Basile 

👎👎👎

Yann 

whoa bas 

why are you thumbs-downing our boy?

Arthur 

more like 🥳🥂🍆💦❤️🌈

Lucas

arthur wtf lol

Basile 

im not thumbs-downing our boy 

i just still think it’s unfair that i was the one who was supposed to get with someone this trip 

and lucas got someone instead

Lucas

sounds like jealousy to me

Yann 

Bas shut up

Arthur 

Yeah Bas shut up 

Also Lucas do you really need me to spell out those emojis for you?

Lucas

no I got it lol

Yann 

point is we’re happy for you 

even bas

Lucas

even bas?

Basile 

Fine yeah 

even bas 

🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈

Arthur 

that’s the spirit 

🌈🌈🌈

Yann 

🌈🌈🌈

Lucas

you guys are dumb 

but thank you 

really

Yann 

you don’t need to thank us lu 

we love you

Arthur 

We do!

Basile 

we do

Yann 

now get back to your man

Lucas

love you guys too

It’s after lunch now, and Lucas can feel his stomach protesting as the only thing he’s had to eat so far that day is a croissant Eliott had bought him at the train station while they waited for the next train. They’re headed to Amsterdam still, since Eliott’s got a friend, who he’d told Lucas was also apparently named Lucas, that’s letting them crash in his and his boyfriend’s apartment while they’re on their own trip to Spain. They’d transferred an hour or so ago from a smaller, suburban train to this larger one that will take them all the way to Amsterdam.

Lucas thinks they’re probably nearing Brussels, one of the major stops before Amsterdam, and he finds himself wondering if Eliott is the kind of person who wakes when moving vehicles come to stop, even if just for a moment. There’s so much still that Lucas has to learn about him. And yet, this right now, is the closest he’s ever felt to trust, to being his whole self. Lucas’ stomach growls again, but Eliott shifts once more, his head nestling even closer in the crook of Lucas’ neck, and Lucas knows he won’t be going anywhere until Eliott wakes.

It’s a few hours, and stops later (it turns out Eliott is very much not the person who wakes up every time the train reaches a new station), when they finally reach Amsterdam. It’s late afternoon, nearing evening, when they step out of the station and into the sun, and Lucas feels his lungs expand as he breathes, really breathes, in the new air. His chest feels light, still unaccustomed to not feeling as though he’s been dragging around a weight in the form of a secret. A lightness in freedom. 

He flinches slightly, as Eliott takes his hand, but it’s muscle memory, desire that’s been told for so long to quiet down and hide away that it feels uncomfortable at first to let it be seen. 

Eliott must notice because he asks him, quietly, “Is this okay?” waiting for Lucas’ nod to interlace their fingers.

But Lucas does nod, and he whispers yes, Eliott and his chest fills with something new, or maybe it’s just his heart expanding. He squeezes Eliott’s hand back.

They wander for a while, hand in hand, along the canals and to a fries shop Eliott’s friend had told him was the best in the city. So they get some, Eliott going overboard on the sauces, and eat them sitting next to the water, legs crossed and knees touching.

“Can I ask what changed?” Eliott asks him after wiping a bit of sauce off his cheek and kissing him so slow and deep that Lucas had almost dropped the fries he’d been holding.

“You mean why I decided to come?”

Eliott nods, biting into another fry.

Lucas pauses, turning his gaze out away from Eliott and across the water, watching as a boat passes them, the people inside shrieking with laughter. 

“There were two reasons,” he says softly, turning back to catch Eliott’s eye. “One, I was tired of being so scared. I didn’t want to have to live with fear and I guess I realized I didn’t have to.”

Eliott smiles, soft and kind. A look, Lucas is quickly realizing, that’s a natural one on his face.

“And the second reason?” Eliott asks.

Lucas grins and leans in, his lips so close to Eliott’s they’re almost brushing, the promise of his touch making Lucas’ head spin.

“You.”

Eliott kisses him.

They wander for a few more hours, grabbing dinner at a restaurant with cloth napkins where they’d actually sat down, ordered wine. It feels a little like something out of a movie, something Lucas had always wanted deep in his heart but never admitted to himself.

“Our first real date,” Eliott says when Lucas raises an eyebrow at the price. “I want to spoil you.”

Lucas rolls his eyes, but can’t hide the blush that coats his face. “You haven’t even asked me out!” he protests.

Eliott only looks at him at him.

“I did you one better,” Eliott says, reaching across the table and brushing his fingers across the back of Lucas’ hand.

“Oh, did you?”

Eliott nods. 

“I asked you to run away with me and you said yes.”

Lucas flushes, catching Eliott’s fingers in his hand and bringing his hand up to kiss the back of it gently. “I did,” he whispers back. There’s really nothing else to say.

They spend longer than they should at the restaurant, even splitting a dessert – a gooey chocolate lava cake that has Lucas nearly melting into the floor and Eliott, after swiping the bill out from under Lucas’ hand, tells him they should make their way to his friend’s apartment.

It’s set back a bit in the city, down a side row behind some shops. The evening is settling into night, the last dregs of summer sunlight disappearing as the sun fully melts beyond the horizon, but the world is buzzing still, the night fresh and young and full of hope.

Eliott punches in a code at the door on the street and leads Lucas up a narrow set of stairs to the fourth floor. The hallway is dark and damp smelling, the stairs an old, twisted set of terrors, meaning that Lucas is breathing heavy by the time they reach the top. 

Eliott finds the key tucked between a piece of loose molding and a flap of peeling wallpaper just where Eliott’s friend said it would be and puts it in the lock, the key twisting almost deafeningly, and the door swinging open.

The apartment is a studio, a kitchenette just to the left of the door and two large windows facing out onto the street, a small table and chairs placed between them. A mattress is pressed up against the wall across from the door on the floor and a small couch and tv are just to the right of the entrance. In the back corner Lucas sees a door which he can only assume leads to the bathroom. It’s dark, the light from outside nearly gone, and Eliott flicks the switch next to the door, bathing the room in a harsh yellow light from a single bulb placed in the middle of the ceiling.

“God, I hate overhead lighting,” Eliott says, moving to throw down his backpack and switch on the lamps next to the couch and the bed before returning to the door and switching the bulb back off. “There, that’s better.”

Lucas smiles, dropping his own bag into one of the seats at the table and turning to look out the window at the people walking through the city below them, each of them living lives so separate from their own.

“I’m just gonna, uh, use the bathroom,” Lucas hears from behind him and then the sound of a door clicking shut as Eliott goes in.

Lucas sighs and leans his forehead against the cool glass, but something picks at his brain that won’t let him relax. Not yet.

He fishes out his phone from his pocket and types out a message, one he’s typed out time and time again but hasn’t sent yet. But now, he feels like he can.

Lucas to Maman

I wanted to let you know that I won’t be coming home for a few weeks. I’ve decided to extend my trip. I met someone who I like very much and I want to be able to spend more time with them. With him. 

He’s a boy Maman. His name is Eliott and I think you’d like him very much.

I’m sorry if this disappoints you. I love you and I’ll try to call you tomorrow. X

He hits send before he can think about it too much and puts his phone down on the table, plugging it in. There’s other things he wants to focus on tonight.

Across the room, Eliott emerges from the bathroom, looking at Lucas leaning against the table and smiling sweetly, his hands digging into his pockets, his shoulders hunching in what Lucas is learning is a nervous gesture. 

Nervous. Around him of all people. Lucas will never get used to it.

“So what do you want to do tonight?” Eliott asks him, pulling his phone out of his pocket and swiping it open. “My friend recommended a few bars we could check out or I think there’s this one we passed on our way here…”

Lucas pushes himself off the table and walks across the room towards Eliott stopping just in front of him, close enough to reach out and touch.

“Or,” Lucas says, taking the phone out of Eliott’s hand and tossing it onto the couch, “we could stay in.”

Lucas reaches out and grabs the hem of Eliott’s shirt loosely, his fingertips brushing the skin at Eliott’s waist. Eliott inhales sharply and stumbles back, cursing as his hip makes contact with the couch.

“Yeah, god, okay, we can definitely stay in,” he says.

He reaches out to grasp Lucas’ face, his touch light against his cheekbones and Lucas leans into it, closing his eyes as Eliott closes the distance, their lips brushing together for the hundredth time that week, but something feeling new all the same.

It’s overwhelming in the best way, the feeling of Eliott so close, the way he’s holding onto Lucas like he’s a precious thing, not fragile but important. Something to be handled with care not out of fear of breaking, but affection. 

Lucas leans into him and grasps onto Eliott’s hips, pulling him closer to press them together, Eliott angling his head to kiss him deeper, his tongue swiping at the seam of Lucas’ lips, turning the kiss hot and messy.

Lucas gasps, Eliott taking advantage of it to walk him backwards towards the mattress. Lucas’ hands run along the skin of Eliott’s stomach and around towards his back, pulling at his shirt as they move.

“Off,” Lucas whispers against Eliott’s mouth and Eliott is quick to comply, pulling the shirt up and over his head, giving Lucas only a second to take him in with new messier hair before he’s on him again.

“Your turn,” Eliott says, pulling back to kiss Lucas’ jaw, behind his ear and down his neck as Lucas shivers, tugging on his shirt. Lucas quickly pulls it over his head.

And really, Lucas thinks, it shouldn’t be this good, it’s not supposed to be this good, with someone he only met a short time ago. Lucas has never imagined it could feel like this, especially not so soon.

There was a nervousness, a hesitation in name only, when they gotten together the first time, only because Lucas was new at it, still is new at it. But Eliott had smoothed it away with an understanding smile and a readiness to only go as far as Lucas was willing, as far as Lucas would take him.

But somehow, Eliott’s never really felt like a stranger, and his body has never really felt completely new. Lucas knows they’ve only just met but there’s always seemed to be this place they existed together, from the moment they locked eyes across the beach, that only they could get to. A frequency only they can tune into, hidden away from everything else that beckons Lucas to break the so-called rules he didn’t even realize he’d been imposing on himself. 

With Eliott, it’s just easy. And the parts that aren’t so easy Eliott is so calm and kind and understanding that it makes it easier to work through, to discuss and then deliver. It’s the kind of respect and desire, the kind of want with a preference that makes it clear Eliott, somehow, miraculously, feels just as lucky as Lucas that they found each other. A feeling that translates into comfort and vulnerability.

(And maybe, Lucas thinks as he recalls his words to the boys when he told them, it feels just a little bit like love . But it can’t be. 

Can love happen so fast? )

They collapse on the mattress and fumble at the buttons on their pants, Eliott straddling Lucas to pull them off with his boxers as Lucas lies among the pillows.

“Shit,” Eliott inhales, his eyes roaming Lucas’ body, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Lucas can feel himself blush, still not used to the kind of compliments Eliott doles out so freely. He’s not used to beautiful either, something he’d never thought of himself as, something he’d never thought someone would think of him. And yet here, hovering over him is the most beautiful man Lucas has ever seen and he’s looking at Lucas with the kind of fierce adoration that makes Lucas forget everything else and Lucas finds he believes him. Somehow, Eliott’s words cut through the rest.

Eliott makes Lucas okay with being brave is the thing. It’s not that Lucas wasn’t capable of it before, or that he’s doing everything now for Eliott, it’s that suddenly, somehow, Lucas can finally see himself making brave choices, trying new things, trusting himself to know what he wants. It’s that seeing the way Eliott has trusted himself and in his feelings has made it easier for Lucas to accept his own. Take on new challenges because he wants to, leave the fear behind.

Life, for Lucas, has been full of new experiences lately.

Eliott leans down to kiss him again, deep and encompassing, pressing Lucas into the mattress with the kind of fervor that leaves Lucas shaking.

“Wait,” Lucas gasps, grabbing Eliott’s hips as Eliott freezes and pulls back. “No, don’t stop I just…” Lucas presses back against him and flips them, coming to straddle Eliott’s waist. “I want to try something.”

Eliott blinks, once, twice, his eyes dark as his gaze roams Lucas’ face. “Yeah, okay,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.

Lucas kisses him, Eliott’s mouth soft and wet against him. Then he moves his way down Eliott’s neck, his chest, his stomach pressing searing kisses to the skin as Eliott pants beneath him. When he reaches the waistband of Eliott’s boxers he looks up and finds Eliott looking back at him with something akin to awe on his face.

“Okay?” he asks, his mouth pressing the question into Eliott’s waistline. 

“God. Yes. Please ,” Eliott pants out and Lucas can’t help but grin that he’s reduced eloquent romantic Eliott to single syllables.

“Okay,” Lucas replies, hooking his fingers in Eliott’s boxers and pulling them down, Eliott breathing out a punched out moan as Lucas returns and presses a kiss to his inner thigh.

Later, as Lucas lies in bed, a sheet pulled up around his hips, Eliott produces a joint from his bag and waves it excitedly at him as Lucas rolls his eyes.

“What? It’s Amsterdam!” Eliott says as he lights it, throwing open the window so the sounds from the street below float into the room.

“You’re so stupid,” Lucas says, but he can’t conceal his laughter, the way his happiness bubbles up, uncontained. 

“So, you don’t want any?” Eliott asks, lifting an eyebrow as he takes a drag.

“I never said that,” Lucas says quickly and opens his arms beckoning Eliott to him.

Eliott returns to him quickly and they lay there, passing the joint between them, wrapped up in each other, Eliott’s fingers tracing patterns on Lucas’ arms. It’s quiet and peaceful and Lucas can’t help but lean into the soft comfort of Eliott’s embrace, so relaxed and at ease it’s like he’s had it forever.

Is that what it is?

They wake late the next day, Lucas wrapped in the warm circle of Eliott’s arms, a brief spike of panic coursing through him until he remembers he has nowhere to be, nothing to hide from. He can just be.

He relaxes even more when he finally convinces himself to check his phone while Eliott’s in the shower and finds a text from his mother that takes away the last of the burden.

Maman to Lucas

You could never disappoint me my darling son. 

I love you. Call me when you can.

If his happiness is evident on his face, it’s only reflected in Eliott’s as he laughs when Lucas grabs him the minute he steps out of the bathroom, hugging him close and pressing his face into his neck.

“I’m so happy you found me,” Lucas whispers. 

Eliott pulls back and pecks him gently, once, twice, three times. 

“I think you’re the one who found me.”

They can agree to disagree.

Eliott drags him to a bakery his friend recommended and then across the city to the Van Gogh museum, telling Lucas it’s something they simply have to see. Lucas takes a brief stop to call his mother, who answers with her voice soft and warm, assuring Lucas she loves him and asking him to pass the phone to this Eliott boy . 

Lucas tries to protest but Eliott hears from where he’s sitting and grabs the phone from Lucas’ hand, talking and laughing with Lucas’ mother on the other end. Lucas gapes at him when he hands the phone back and Eliott just shrugs, telling him, she just made me promise to take care of you. I told her not to worry.

Lucas can only shake his head as he brings the phone back up to his ear, just to have her tell him that Eliott sounds like a wonderful boy and again that she loves him. And Lucas really doesn’t blame Eliott when he looks a little smug after that.

Once they get inside the museum, Eliott spends the whole time raving about color and brushstrokes and genius and Lucas understands almost none of it, but he doesn’t care, as long as it makes Eliott happy. Eliott gets a little quieter, for a moment, when he talks about Van Gogh’s personal struggles, the way pain had come and never quite left, so Lucas reaches out and takes Eliott’s hand, squeezing it, and leans over to lightly kiss Eliott’s shoulder.

He doesn’t say anything but he knows Eliott understands from the way he looks back and smiles. It’s a smile like that, private and reserved just for Lucas, that makes the feeling in his chest expand just a little.

Can it be named yet?

And just like that, their days in Amsterdam fall away. Lucas loses count at some point, how long they’ve been there, their time so full of Eliott’s laughter and Lucas’ heart beating and kissing, that they start to blend together. 

Kissing.

Lucas knows he’d never really been kissed before Eliott and certainly not like this. Lucas learns quickly that there are many different kinds, many more than he’d ever imagined and it seems like Eliott is on a mission to try out them all.

There’s kisses on his mouth and his cheeks and his jaw and his neck and searing ones that leave marks all over his body. There’s kisses in the street and in parks and on benches and pressed up against walls. At some point Lucas wonders if he should be getting used to these kisses, the way Eliott’s mouth feels against him, but then Eliott kisses him again and everything else is gone from Lucas’ mind and all he can remember is Eliott .

And even when they leave Amsterdam behind, Eliott seems to want to try everything all over again in each new place as if somehow the feeling of Lucas’ lips would have changed depending on the coordinates. Lucas wants to make fun of him, he really does, but then Eliott kisses him and it turns out he’s right. They’re all different. Every single one.

From Amsterdam they head to Belgium, stopping in Antwerp for a few days before making their way down to Brussels. Eliott takes a video of Lucas spinning around in the city center and when Lucas watches the video back he can hardly recognize the boy in it, his face full of the kind of joy Lucas didn’t think himself capable of. 

He sends the video to the boys only to have them all tease him about Eliott being the perfect instagram boyfriend. But later, Yann texts him separately and tells him it’s good to see him so happy, and Lucas can’t help but hold Eliott a little tighter that night.

From Brussels, they make their way up to Oslo and then back down to Germany where they make stops in Hamburg, Berlin and a few other small cities that Lucas can hardly remember the name of, culminating in a brief stint in an off-season ski lodge in the Alps because Eliott found a number and a discount online.

It’s seeing Eliott standing in the midst of a vast sea of green, swearing at the miles still left to climb that makes the thing in Lucas’ chest finally take root and sprout vines that weave around his heart, turning the feeling into something unescapable, something that’s been nurtured enough to grow. 

But there’s no fear as the vines begin to flower. Instead, it’s mostly wonder. And-

Lucas can’t think about that yet.

From there, there’s a quick flyover to Madrid, since Eliott had promised himself he’d get back to Spain and found cheap last minute flights. It’s become common along the way for Eliott to come to Lucas wide-eyed and excited, full of ideas and plans, and for Lucas to just say yes. He trusts Eliott, he does, and finds he really doesn’t care where he goes as long as he’s with Eliott.

Then they head back to Italy, starting in Venice, where Eliott insists they have to take a gondola ride because it’s romantic . Lucas balks a bit at the price but sees the way Eliott’s eyes shine with the thought, so he figures out a solution. In the end, they share a gondola with a pair of American students and an older British couple that had been standing near one of the pickup points so they can all split the cost. Lucas worries it’s not close enough to what Eliott had in mind. But as they sit there, fingers intertwined on Lucas’ lap, Eliott whispers, it’s perfect, in Lucas’ ear, and he can’t help the way his heart races. 

(It doesn’t hurt that the older woman tells them they’re a beautiful couple as they go to leave the boat. Eliott thanks her, but Lucas only manages a deep blush.)

And that feeling in Lucas’ chest grows with every touch, with every kiss, with every new place Eliott takes him. It’s a feeling that’s a bit like luck, and a bit like awe, and a bit like adoration and longing and desire and choice all wrapped up into one. And Lucas thinks he knows, but he hasn’t dared to say it.

This has to be love.

But it’s Rome, finally, that’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

It’s the final stop on their nearly 6-week trip, culminating in a flight back to Paris the next Sunday morning – only three days away.

They’d splurged, just a bit, on a 3-star hotel because Eliott, after staying in their fair share of cramped hostels, had begged Lucas for a queen bed just so he could hold him, away from anyone else. And Lucas had been hard pressed to turn him down.

They’re in the middle of the Roman Forum when it hits him, a new kind of panic. Somehow, being surrounded by things so ancient and grand makes Lucas think of the things he’d been holding back on. The stories around him stitched together mostly in memory, and Lucas finds himself wondering if that’s what this will be too, a memory bolstered only by ticket stubs and material remnants rather than the person he lived it with.

It’s the word that’s been crawling out of his chest, trying to force its way out of his mouth every time he looks at Eliott. The feeling that had been demanding a name, the thing that Lucas isn’t quite sure Eliott reciprocates. Love. 

When they leave on Sunday will things change? Will Eliott want this, want him when grand spontaneous adventures are no longer a part of their daily life?

Lucas is aware, in a way, that none of this is normal. He knows he and Eliott have moved fast. Faster than he’d ever thought himself capable. One minute scared and alone by his own self imposition and the next alive and wanting under Eliott’s gentle honesty and daring gaze.

But Eliott had never signed up for this, for anything longer than these six or seven weeks. He’d called that first dinner in Amsterdam a date, yes, but there’s been no labeling beyond that. When they land in Paris will Eliott expect them to go back to being strangers? 

He holds the panic in, putting on a brave face for the rest of the day as Eliott continues to drag him around to all must-see spots on his list. He manages for most of it but then something must slip, as it’s wont to do, and without meaning for it, Eliott notices.

They’re walking down the street, on their way back to their hotel after dinner, when Eliott grabs his arm softly to stop him, and twists around so they’re facing each other on the sidewalk.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice gentle as he holds Lucas’ hands. 

Lucas shakes him off but keeps his eyes on the ground, something stopping him from looking at Eliott. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Eliott presses, making an aborted attempt to reach out to Lucas again only to catch himself. “Because if I did something to make you upset…”

“It’s nothing you did . And I’m not upset.”

It’s unfair to put this on Eliott, to expect him to take on Lucas’ fear again, to take on Lucas at all. He wishes that he could forget, even just for a day or two, that there’s an hourglass suspended above their heads, counting down the hours they have left. But he can’t.

“Okay,” Eliott says slowly, “but if something’s wrong, I’d want you to tell me…”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Lucas says, but his voice cracks as he feels the familiar tightness at the back of his throat, the shaking start in his hands.

“Baby,” Eliott says as he steps closer, cradling Lucas’ face in his hands and tilting his head up, “why are you crying?”

And that feeling in his chest starts at Eliott’s words, at the way he’s holding him, at the way he called him baby . Lucas can’t hold it in any longer.

“What happens when we get back to Paris?” he whispers.

Eliott stills. “What do you mean? You’re going to start uni and I’m going to get a job and we’ll figure it out from there, right?”

“But what about with us?”

“I mean, sure, I’ll have to take the bus to come and see you but it’s really not that far and you could always stay at my apartment if you needed on days you stay over late or…” Eliott looks at him, confused, and Lucas can’t speak, needs a minute to process what Eliott’s saying. “Is that not what you want?”

“No, I just,” he pauses, breaths. “So you’d still want to be with me once we’re back home?”

“Yes, of course,” Eliott says quickly. “Why would you think anything else?”

“You just never said,” Lucas replies, his hands coming up to rest over Eliott’s on his cheeks as he presses their foreheads together. “I don’t know, I thought that maybe it was just a summer fling or something for you.”

“It’s not. Is it to you?”

“No, never.”

Eliott smiles and then kisses him, so fully, so completely that Lucas sways where he stands, feels it all the way down to his toes.

“Would you like to put a label on it?” Eliott asks as he pulls away.

“Maybe,” Lucas says, grinning.

“How does boyfriend sound?”

“Perfect.”

And then they’re kissing again. Here, in the street, another new kiss for Lucas to check off their list.

They break away for a moment and as if Eliott can hear his thoughts, as though Eliott knows him better than he realized, he asks him, “Is that all?”

Lucas pauses, knows that he could say no, move on and hide away the feeling that’s been battling its way to the surface for weeks. Or he could let go, give himself over to it, say fuck fear, and say it, to hell with the consequences.

But this time the fear doesn’t feel like drowning, it feels a little more like skydiving. The kind that comes when you’re waiting to jump, when all you have left to do is leap.

“There might be something else.”

“Okay.” Eliott looks concerned, but runs a thumb across Lucas’ cheekbone.

And this is it – the moment of falling and hoping the parachute carries you down.

“I love you,” Lucas says, his voice surprisingly strong for the way his hands shake.

Eliott looks at him for a moment, eyes big, before a small smile starts to spread over his face, lighting up his features as he stands there. And then– 

“I love you too.”

The parachute opens behind him and Lucas lands safely on the ground.

They somehow make it back to their hotel, their time nearly doubled as Eliott takes advantage of every opportunity to press Lucas against a wall and kiss him, the kind that sends sparks down Lucas’ spine and makes him never want to let Eliott go.

They barely make it inside their room before Lucas is on him, pulling Eliott close and reaching to rid him of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against him.

“Whoa, slow down,” Eliott says, laughing as Lucas tries to kiss him again.

“No,” Lucas mumbles from where he’s kissing Eliott’s neck. “I want you now.”

He hears Eliott groan and then he pulls Lucas’ mouth back to his own so he can kiss him again. His kisses are sweet and open-mouthed and remind Lucas that Eliott runs warm in all the best ways, his touch like fire on him.

“Okay,” Eliott says finally, as he pulls back panting. “Okay, you’re going to have to stop kissing me if you want me to ever take my clothes off.”

Lucas giggles, but backs off, hands raised, as he makes his way over to their bed, stopping to dig something out of his bag.

“Okay,” Eliott says again as he walks over to Lucas, now only wearing his boxers, “you need to catch up.”

“So help me,” Lucas whispers, reaching up to pull Eliott to him, and kisses him again.

They sway on the spot, Eliott’s hands running all over Lucas as he holds him, tilting his head to kiss him deeper, biting gently at Lucas’ bottom lip and taking advantage of his gasp to lick into his mouth.

It’s somehow gentle and intense all at once, the kind of toe-curling eagerness that sends Lucas’ head spinning. They break apart only for Eliott to pull Lucas’ shirt over his head and for Lucas to step out of his pants before they fall on the bed together, legs intertwined.

Lucas can’t think of anything but Eliott’s touch and his mind only knows one word – Eliott, Eliott, Eliott . Eliott surrounds him so completely that Lucas finds himself wondering how Eliott is managing to touch him, to hold him like that only to lose his thought when Eliott trails a hand down his back and pulls his hips closer.

Lucas moans at the contact and Eliott pulls away to bite a mark into his neck, Lucas writhing at the sting and the soothing swipe of Eliott’s tongue. Lucas runs his nails lightly down Eliott’s back and presses his fingers under the waistband of Eliott’s boxers and knows, as Eliott pants on top of him, that he’s going to ask. Lucas is ready.

“What do you want to do?” Eliott asks, his voice deep, his eyes dark. 

Lucas wordlessly reaches down next to the bed and produces a condom and lube from where he’d thrown them earlier. Eliott’s breath catches.

“Are you sure?” Eliott asks him.

“Completely sure,” Lucas replies.

And then Eliott is on him again, ridding them both of their boxers and moving back to lean over where Lucas is spread out on the mattress. His touch is gentle, his kisses deep as they move together, their skin burning in all the places they’re pressed together. 

Lucas , Eliott pants out as Lucas runs his hand down Eliott’s body, as he bites at the skin just below Eliott’s ear. Eliott , Lucas whispers back as Eliott touches him and takes him apart, bit by bit. Lucas has never known something like this – the overwhelming way everything becomes Eliott .

They come together finally, Eliott moving slowly as Lucas adjusts, his moans sprinkled with okay? and does that feel good? as Lucas moves below him. Lucas nods and whispers back a choked out yes as the feeling overwhelms him and the heat spreads fast and low in his stomach. Eliott’s all over him, his hands everywhere, Lucas just trying to hold on as their rhythm builds and starts to get sloppy, as they pull each other closer. And that’s enough, as Lucas’ back arches off the mattress and Eliott follows close behind, clutching Lucas to him as the waves ride through them.

They lay, after, clutching each other as their breathing settles. Eliott only leaving the bed to grab a cloth to wipe Lucas off and then lifting the covers to settle them under the blankets, pulling Lucas onto his chest.

It’s only after Eliott presses a kiss to his temple, whispers you’re beautiful into his hair and lies back on the pillows, his breath evening out as sleep takes over that Lucas allows himself to think it, really believe it, for the first time. Because, in the end, they’re the only ones who get to decide.

It is love.

Sunday comes just as Lucas knew it would. There’s packing and checking out of the hotel and a frantic run to the airport shuttle to make their flight in time. 

When they get to the airport, they get through security, buy a snack and go wait at their gate just like anyone else. Only Eliott refuses to let go of Lucas’ hand unless he absolutely has to. Lucas can’t help but smile every time he finds Eliott reaching for him.

It’s easy somehow, even though Lucas will miss the spontaneity of their lives during this trip, to be excited for what’s to come. For a life where they’ll be together, not just in front of each other, but surrounded by the people they already know. 

There’s grounding there somehow, a firmer foundation that will make Eliott feel less like a dream and more like reality. At first, it scared Lucas to think about them without the rosy glow of this fantasy thing. But the more he thinks about it, the more he knows it will be a relief to no longer have to pinch himself and expect that it’ll wake him up. 

Because Eliott isn’t a dream. He doesn’t just exist in this vacuum of worlds they’d explored together. But neither does Lucas. And somehow, it’s even more exciting to imagine what they’ll be when life picks them up again and takes them along for the routine of the everyday. Vibrant, but in other ways. In the variety of them.

Eliott takes his hand again as they board the plane and Lucas lets him lead them to their seats. Eliott’s out, almost as soon as the plane takes off, and Lucas finds himself shifting so that Eliott’s head falls to rest on his shoulder as he sleeps on, the weight sending a smile to Lucas’ face.

The thing in his chest shifts as the plane flies through the air, flowering now with something new, born of love and desire and longing. It replaces any fear left behind, chases it away to dark shadows and keeps it at bay for now, as Eliott shuffles closer to Lucas in his sleep.

So when the pilot comes on and announces their descent into Paris, Lucas finds nothing waiting there for him in his heart but love–

–and hope.

[anonymoushouseplantfan]

"Cookware doesn’t have to be expensive Le Creuset or All Clad to be good. Ikea cutting boards, for example, are amazing." In addition to my old Demeyere pots and secondhand Reverware frying pans (I don't know if you posted that anon yet), I also have a set (small, med, large) of the Ikea 365+ soup pots with colanders from a few years ago and they are great. My daughter wanted to take them to college and I told her I'd buy her Ikea's newer versions because I like my older ones so much lol.

Nice.

[jonny-versace]

Bistró le Dingle menu as it stands:

Toast

World's Best Fry Up ("5 star recommended" Robert J Sugden)

Mean Sunday roast ("A party in my mouth and none of you are invited!" - RJS)

Burned fish

Various frozen goods

Sandwiches

Salmon and avocado (special once a year dish for one man only)

For my "what can Aaron even do tho" anon

[fanfics4all]

First Time Talks

Request: Yes / No Can I have a sweet pea x fem!reader where the serpents are at pops or something and discussing their love/sex lives and the reader admits while she isn’t a virgin, no guy has ever gave her an orgasm, and sweet pea (as a joke) volunteers to do it, but the reader takes him up on it and they go back to his trailer. (Smutty ending please :)) Anon

Request are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1559

Warnings: SMUT

Y/N: Your Name

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“Hey, let’s go to Pop’s for a change.” Jughead said.

“You just want a burger.” I said with a laugh.

“Oh shut up Y/N/N!” Jug said and gently shoved me.

“I kinda want a milkshake, so I’m down.” I said and Jughead rolled his eyes.

“So we’re gonna go to the Northside? Really?” Fangs asked and I rolled my eyes.

“Fangs the Northside is cool with us now so what’s the problem?” Toni asked.

“I don’t know…” He said and Sweet Pea clapped him on the shoulders.

“Come on dude, Pop’s actually sounds great right now.” Sweets said.

“Let’s go!” Toni said happily texting Cheryl to meet us there.

We got to Pop’s and Cheryl was sitting in a booth and she waved us over. We walked over and Toni sat next to her and Fangs sat next to Toni. I sat next to the window on the other side and Sweet Pea sat next to me. He placed his arm behind me leaning on the booth. Jughead sat on the end next to Sweets. Pop Tate came over and took our orders then left to make them. We chatted about anything and everything and Pop came back with our food and drinks.

“So Topaz, How was yours and Cheryl’s first time?” Fangs asked wiggling his brows.

“Geeze Fangs!” Toni said and smacked him on the shoulder.

“That bad huh?” He laughed.

“It was the best, way better than the hookup I had with Jones.” Toni said and Jughead choked on his shake he was drinking. Everyone laughed and Toni just had a smirk on her face.

“God Toni! I thought we agreed not to talk about that anymore!” Jug said with a blush.

“Poor Betty.” Sweet Pea said and he elbowed him in the stomach.

“What about you Pea? What was your first time? He asked with a smirk.

“Mine was awesome, the chick came three times.” He said with a smirk. Toni and Cheryl rolled their eyes. Fangs and Jughead laughed and also rolled their eyes.

“Alright what about you Fangs?” He asked narrowing his eyes at him.

“Mine was pretty great, the guy sure enjoyed it.” He smirked.

“That’s it? That’s all we get?” Cheryl asked.

“What more do you want? It was a hookup.” He said.

“Whatever. What about you Y/N, what was your first time like?” Toni asked.

“I haven’t had one yet.” I said popping a fry in my mouth.

“Wait what?” Cheryl asked shocked.

“Yeah, I’m a virgin.” I said shrugging.

“No way!” Fangs said shocked.

“No one has tried to get in your pants?” Tonia asked.

“I mean one or two have tried but they’re assholes so why would I fuck them?” I asked.

“I’ll gladly help you out Sweet Pea said and the others laughed.

“Okay.” I said taking a sip of my milkshake.

“Wait really?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yeah, why not?” I asked and everyone stared at me shocked. Sweet Pea took out some money and placed it on the table then shoved Jughead out of the booth. He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him.

“See you guys later!” He called out and pulled me out of the diner. He picked me up and sat me on his bike then handed me a helmet.

“That eger huh?” I asked with a laugh and put the helmet on. He revved the engine turned to look at me with a smirk.

“Oh hell yes.” He said with a wink and then drove off. We got to his place in record time and he picked me up. He took me inside and to his room. He tossed me on his bed and placed his lips on mine. It was a passtionet lust filled kiss. I tangled my hands in his hair and pulled him closer to me. He started grinding into me and I arched my back to meet his hips. He growled into my mouth and I swallowed it. He pulled back and bit my lip, not hard enough to make it bleed but hard enough to turn me on. He pulled back and lifted my shirt over my head. I did the same to him. His lips were back on mine and he unclipped my bra. He tossed it somewhere in the room and then pinched my nipples. I moaned and he smirked.

“I’m gonna make you feel amazing.” He said pulling away then place his lips on my right nipple. He bit down and I moaned wrapping my hand in his hair. I pulled and he moaned sending vibrations through my nipple.

“Fuck Sweets!” I moaned and he moved to my other nipple. He did the same and it felt so good. I never knew sex would feel this good and he hasn’t even fucked me yet. He pulled away and undid his belt. He took off his jeans and boxers, his erection springing free. He was big, I didn’t think he was gonna fit. He pulled my jeans and underwear off and licked his lips.

“So wet.” He said and sat up on his knees.

“Have you ever given a blowjob?” He asked and I shook my head.

“Come here and place your lips on my cock.” He said and I got on my knees in front of him. He placed his hand in my hair and pushed my face to his dick. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around it.

“Just bob your head up and down and use your tongue too.” He said and I did what he said. I swirled my tongue around his shaft and he moaned.

“Fuck, just like that Y/N.” He moaned and his grip in my hair tightened. I sucked his dick for a few more minutes until he pulled me off him.

“Lay down.” He said and I did. He crawled in between my legs and smirked.

“I’m guess you haven’t been eaten out before.” He said and again I shook my head.

“Well, I’m about to send you to heaven.” He smirked and pushed my legs further apart. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. He flicked it against my clit and I moaned so loud.

“Fuck!” I moaned and he smirked. He flicked it faster and harder then added a finger.

“Oh my God!” I moaned arching my back. He placed his arm on my stomach and pushed me back down. He added another finger and pumped them faster.

“Oh fuck Sweet Pea!” I moaned and I felt a pit form in my stomach.

“Sweet Pea! I think-fuck-I think I’m gonna cum!” I moaned and he flicked his tongue faster and pumped his fingers faster.

“Ahhh fuck!” I moaned and felt myself release on his fingers. He slowed down to a stop and pulled his fingers out of me then licked his fingers with a smirk. I was breath rather hard and I just stared up at him. He looked at me and smirked. He leaned over and grabbed a condom out of his bedside draw. He rolled it on to his hard member then lined himself up with my entrance.

“You ready for the real thing?” He asked.

“Yes.” I said with a nod.

“It might hurt a little, you’re really tight.” He said and I nodded. He slowly started to push himself in and I hissed in pain. He stopped moving and looked at me.

“Are you okay?” He asked and I nodded.

“Just, just hold on a second.” I said and he nodded. He stayed as still as possible and I bit my lip.

“Okay, I think it’s okay.” I said and he nodded. He pushed himself the rest of the way in and paused once again.

“Does it hurt?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yeah, a little.” I said.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked and I shook my head.

“No, I want this.” I said and he nodded again. He slowly pulled himself out and pushed back it.

“Fuck! That feels good!” I moaned.

“Do you want me to go faster?” He asked.

“Yes, yes please!” I moaned and he did as I asked. He started thrusting faster and harder and it felt amazing! If I knew sex would feel this good I could have done it awhile ago!

“Fuck you’re so tight!” He moaned and I grabbed his shoulders.

“I don’t think I’m gonna last long.” He said and thrusted faster.

“Fuck yes! Right there!” I moaned feeling the familiar bliss returning.

“Oh fuck Sweet Pea!” I moaned and began to cum. I felt Sweet Pea release into the condom.

“Fuck Y/N!” He moaned and he stopped moving. We stayed like that for a couple of seconds then Sweets pulled out. He took off the condom and tossed it in the trash, then laid down next to me.

“So, how was your first time?” He asked and I rolled onto my side to face him.

“That was amazing!” I said out of breath and he smirked.

“Now you can tell everyone I wasn’t lying.” He said with a wink.

“Well, you said you made the girl cum three times your first time and you only made me cum twice.” I said with a smirk.

“Looks like I’ll have to fix that.” He smirked and pulled me to him.

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[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

Stephen fry es bastante famoso en el reino unido por lo que es probable que le hayas visto en series o pelis de ahí. Así de primeras se que sale en v de Vendetta (es el presentador) y hace del hermano mayor de Sherlock en la serie de BBC además de que se me a cruzado varias veces en el dash por el concurso QI. Qué tiene preguntas interesantes.

DE AHÍ ME SONABA V DE VENDETTA COÑO. GRACIAS ANON!!!!

[hornsbeforehalos]

Hunter And Arrow-Part Two

Part One Here

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x OFC Warnings: Language, the fact that I wrote it. A/N: I do not own TWD or any of it’s characters besides the OFC’s I’ve created. Do not repost my work anywhere without my permission. Sanja wanted a part two and then an Anon made me think about why Daryl would’ve left her out there and all that good stuff. Prolly be a part Three With some smut in it.

TAGS: @make-things-beautiful2 @reigningqueenofwords@srj1990 @jesbakescookies @aquivercactus @daddy-kink-confirmed @kellyn1604 @reedusteinrambles @dragongirl420@addiction-survivor25 @through-thesilver-lining

Daryl hadn't let the little girl out of his grasp the entire way back to Alexandria. He sat in the back with her in between him and Hunter, the little girl's pretty crystaline eyes staring up at him with such warmth his heart swelled like the Grinch's. She was asking a million questions and babbling her baby talk, "Daddy, what's that? Mama, What's that? Where are we going? Who's there? Monsters?"

Rick just stared back into the rear view almost the entire time, stunned by his brother's sudden lightness. Sure, he'd seen Daryl be kind and sweet to Judith, but never though in a million years he'd see him with a little girl of his own. "So, uh, how long you two been married?" He asked, clearing his throat and adverting his eyes back to the highway. "'round five years, I thank now." Daryl grunted, eyes shifting from his daughter to his wife. She looked at him and smiled at him, shaking her head at his forgetfulness. "Been married 6 years, got married on my 20th birthday." "Gettin' old." Daryl snorted, arm coming from around Arrow's shoulders to tease at the woman's hair, poking her in her ear playfully before she swatted his hand away. "Not as old as you, Gramps," She grumbled back at him, jaws snapping at his finger tips still poked at her cheek. Rick couldn't' help but chuckle at Daryl's antics, he'd never seen the man actually playful before. "So, uh, you know how to use that crossbow, I take it?" Rick asked, straightening his face. "Who you thank taught this idiot here?" She answered sarcastically, jabbing a finger over their daughter into Daryl's chest. "Now, wom'n, Don't lie." Daryl grumbled back. 

"Lyin' a sin, Dare, you know me better'n that." "Broad if you ain't the lyin'st ass bitch right now, I swear on my brother's-"

"Don't call my mama names!" Arrow suddenly shouted from her spot, little fist hitting Daryl in the thigh. "Sorry, darlin', we's jus playin'" Daryl cooed, moving his hand from her mom's shoulder back down to ruffle her fiery locks. "Well don' play like that, Daddy. 'S not nice." she continued to scold, pointing her little finger up at him. "Yes 'mam. Jeeze, ya really are like ya mama, ain't ya?" Daryl grumbled, looking back to his wife with a quirked eyebrow. "You have no idea, babe. No fuckin' idea." Hunter promised, laughing as she took her daughters hand in her own. "Wow mommy, look, a gate!" Arrow suddenly squealed, rising up in her seat to stand in Daryl's lap to see out the window better. Eugene pushed the gate open as quickly as he could, and Rick pulled the car in towards the settlement. 

"It look like the books!" The little girl screeched, pointing at the rows and rows of houses and kids and the playground. "Yes, baby, it does." Hunter agreed, staring out her own window in amazement. Rick pulled up to Daryl's house for them to get out, Daryl throwing Arrow into his arms onto his hip before helping Hunter pull out their bags. "I'mma go unload the supplies, meet me at my house tonight fer dinner." Rick announced from the driver's side window, Daryl acknowledging with a grunt and a nod. "This is your house?" Hunter questioned, looking up to the big two story home with over grown weeds and unkept lawn. "I mean it ain't no Better Homes And Gardens." Daryl grunted, shrugging his shoulders as he made his way up the steps to unlock the door. "This is fuckin' amazing, baby." She assured, stepping through the doorway to marvel at the safety she was surrounded by. That her daughter was surrounded by. That her family was surrounded by. "I'mma go put her in the playpen I got upstairs. I'll be righ' back." He ascended the steps quickly, the thud of his boots sounding through the ceiling as she wandered over to the large kitchen. She was literally amazed at everything. She opened the refrigerator, unable to help herself and her eyes went wide at the little light inside of it, then at the multiple Tupperwares of food inside. She opened the freezer next, stuck her hand in the coldness to make sure it was real, then poked at the frozen meats inside for a moment before she heard Daryl come back down the stairs. "Ya okay?" He asked, seeing her stare around her and then to him as if her surroundings, as if he himself, weren't really there. 

"This is real?" She whispered, eyes darting to his as he approached her slowly. "Yeah, Hun. 'Sreal." He promised. "Yer real?" She begged. "Yes'm. Real as ever." She flung herself at him again, and her of course willingly caught her into his strong arms. She wound her hands into his hair as his hands held her up by her ass and thighs. He carried her to the worn couch, kicking the few articles of fabric off as he laid her down and settled on top of her between her thighs, head on her chest. "God, Dare, you're really fucking real." She sighed, arms wrapping around his neck and squeezing the side of his face into her cleavage. "So're you. Though I'd never see ya 'gain." He mumbled, enjoying the feeling of her warmth. "Why'd you leave me?" "I couldn' find ya!" He promised, lifting his head to look her in the face, voice straining at the memory of him and Merle searching for her for days before finding Rick's group, "Then Merle....Merle said he'd seen ya walkin' with the dead ones... som'bitch told me he put ya down... I.... I thought..." He broke off, voice choking him as he tried to contain the emotions welling up inside him. "Shh, okay. Fuckin' Merle... I shoulda known." She soothed, pressing his head back to her chest. "He's dead now." He muttered. "I assumed. Good riddance." She nodded her head and stroked his hair. Daryl nodded his head too and looked back into his wife's gorgeous green eyes. He'd almost forgotten how beautiful she was, how vibrant her hair was or how soft her skin felt. "How'd ya survive?" "You know I can take care of myself, husban'." "I mean havin' the baby. You have others with ya?" "For a little while, yeah. I found a group with a doctor, stayed with them for while, they helped me have her." "That's good....They'res 'nother baby here, Judith. Her mama didn' make it." "That's horrible." "It was Rick's wife." She nodded her head at his solemn tone, letting her fingers slip through his oily strands. "She's a peice of shit, but Carl, their kid, shouldna been the one to have to put her down. Kid was barely ten years old." She furrowed her brow, "That's fuckin' wrong as shit." "Ya. Thas what I's thankin' too." "Ya'll got hot showers 'round here?" Hunter asked, feeling the oil accumilate onto her fingers from her husbands greasy locks. "Ya sayin' I stank, wom'in?" "Naw, I'm sayin' I could fry a chicken with that grease in yer hair." "Well I could prolly catch a buck with them fer'mones comin' off that snatch of yer's." "Excuse me, Daryl fucking Dixon, I haven' had the pleasure of hot water in almost four fuckin' years and it ain't like I had a man 'round I needed ta impress." She snorted, smacking his shoulders for good measure. "Well, come on then, girl." He whooped, crawling off of her and pulling her up before throwing her over his shoulder with a smack to her ass, "Le's go get that ass clean so ya can impress ya man."

[that-damn-french-kid]

(quenelle anon) I couldn't not do it … and you lyonnais are quite weird with food (you called parisian weird so you have it coming ;)) The problem with quenelle is that once you tasted it in a bouchon you can't eat it anywhere else.

You're not wrong ... Our food can litteraly be called "diabetes", "clogged arteries" and I wouldn't deny it ... ("les grattons lyonnais" aka pieces of pork fat we FRY and the "coussins" wich are litteraly pieces of sugar ......... BUT I'll make an exception for the tacos lyonnais because it's drunk junk food)

I assume you're from Paris anon and ... I mean ... Do I have to listen to people who call us "provincial" and who says "la bringue" to say "party" ?? >:(( (Btw I'm just joking, Paris is a beautiful city, Parisians are cool but the public transit is shitty sorry 😬)

AND FOR THE QUENELLE PART :

We take pride in our dear "bouchons" but as someone who like to be fit and exercice, eating there is litterally a big bonus day 😭😭😭 (and that can be quite expensive tho)

[kasdeyathebitterwoman]

Does anyone know how to get in contact with Le Fry? Are they okay? Do they know I changed my user name? Is the glitter trail not obvious? Should I add sparkles as well?

[mangryel]

Mueres y descubres que sí hay un ser superior que decide si tu alma pasará la eternidad en el paraíso o en el infierno. ¿Cómo le convencerías para que te pusiera en el paraíso?

Esta pregunta tiene varias respuestas, dependiendo de si dicho ser superior se encarga de todo como el Dios tradicional del cristianismo o simplemente tiene potestad una vez has muerto, es decir, no controla lo que pasa abajo.

Si hablamos del primer caso, haría como Stephen Fry en esta entrevista, y le pediría explicaciones por la mierda de mundo que ha hecho, y si no me satisface la respuesta me voy yo mismo al Infierno, haciendo el moonwalk mientras le hago un corte de mangas si hace falta.

Si resulta que es el segundo caso y dicho Ser no tiene ningún poder sobre nosotros antes de morir, simplemente sería sincero, admitiendo no saber si realmente soy digno de entrar, ya que no conozco realmente su criterio, y haría un repaso de mi vida para determinar si entro o no.

Si por el contrario no es ninguna de las dos situaciones, y una tercera que no he tenido en cuenta, dependería de como es la situación para actuar en consecuencia. 

Muchas gracias por preguntar, anon!

[pb-seeker]

¡Hola! ¿Opciones para Supergirl? Me gustaría que estuviera en un rango de 21 a 25 años como máximo y que fuese rubia, tenía pensado en Ashley Benson pero me gustaría saber más opciones y Melissa casi no se parece a la verdadera supergirl xd Muchas gracias, desde ya, me gustaría que tenga ojos azules por favor

¡Hola anon! No creo que tenga muchas restricciones el tema: 

http://pb-seeker.tumblr.com/tagged/FCH:Female:20s:Blonde

De todas maneras te dejo algunas de mis favoritas ya que para mi Benson es pésima opción para ella, pero claro, eso ya es una percepción personal del personaje. Para ir en esa línea iría con Candice Accola, que me parece mejor y aún así se sale de rango. 

A mi Nicola Peltz me gusta bastante. 

Chloë MoretzFreya MavorIndiana EvansLucy FryMaddie HassonMaika MonroeNatalie Alyn LindRita VolkSaoirse RonanVirginia GardnerWilla Fitzgerald

Alexis RenBryden JenkinsCat HaaveClara WasehuusMae Van Der WeideOlivia Greenfield

Te separé modelos de actrices por si tienes algún tipo de preferencia. 

Esperamos que nos digas si te ha servido alguna sugerencia, de lo contrario puedes volver para que busquemos más opciones. Los likes de todo aquel al que le guste, rebloguee o le de uso, ser��n agradecidos.

[kasdeyathebitterwoman]

*Your butler opens the door to find a pigeon and a gold box* "Gud day kind soul <3, Thou art not a 'dumbass' thou art lovely there is nothing to forgive <3 One thankeths thou kindly for the box as one loves anything that sparkles! (Just like thine eyes *badly winks*) One shall send you a song recommendation as a token of one's gratitude -Le Fry *Your butler opens the box to find chocolates, paper heart confetti and a strip of paper: "Used to Be - Maha Jeffery"*

*an owl crashes into your window with a golden, sparkling box and a note on parchment*

Oh Le Fry, art thou trying to seduce me with that charming wink? 😏🤣 This song magical and has been added to a Playlist for continued enjoyment 🖤 my owl has brought you this sparkling golden box full of glitter and confetti and Pinguinos, one of my favorite snacks from days gone by...

PS: please enjoy this musical selection - "Lucy the Tease" by Allan Rayman 🎶

[kasdeyathebitterwoman]

*another pigeon flies in with another scroll* "My theory; Henry is wearing hats because he might have dyed his hair white. Why you might ask? It could have probably been a pain to hide all his baby hairs under the witcher wig and/or they got pulled off while taking the wig off. Dying his hair white would prevent the need to spend hours tucking and re-tucking said baby hairs before / during shooting. Or hes just cold (most likely 😅). Again this isn't proven but it's fun to think about " -Le Fry

This is a very good theory! Oh, wait, hold on...-adjusts mustache on carrier pigeon- There. Got a little messed up when flying. ANYWAY

That’s a very real possibility! I stand by my theory that he attempted to clean up his edges and just accidentally shaved off more than he intended to! 🤣 But I wouldn’t be surprised if your theory turned out to be right. You are so wise and clever, Le Fry. 

[kasdeyathebitterwoman]

*thy butler cometh in holding a pigeon wearing a tux and a scroll * *butler clears throat* "Gud day dear MEOW. When thou hasth the time, could thou conjure up a request from moi? Maybe one day the reader and H listen to a song like "Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman?"The next day H seems more romantic,flowers,slow dancing,wooing her with words~,massage. When confronted he just says "I just really love my woman," B̶U̶R̶S̶T̶S̶I̶N̶T̶O̶S̶O̶N̶G̶L̶I̶K̶E̶T̶H̶E̶D̶I̶S̶N̶E̶Y̶P̶R̶I̶N̶C̶E̶H̶E̶I̶S̶ -LeFry"

First of all.....Le Fry.....the length of time that this has taken me to write is atrocious and I am so sorry. Honestly, this should not have taken me as long to do as it has and I just want to apologize from the bottom of my heart. Seriously, my love, my Le Fry. I’m so sorry. I really hope that you like this and that it is what you were expecting. 

Second of all, I ended up writing this as an imagine, I hope that’s okay

Okay, picture this: 

- Henry comes back from a fasted run one morning to find you singing and dancing solo to “Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman” 

- Listening to the lyrics, Henry realizes he’s been slacking a little in the romance department. You haven’t complained, but he knows he could do better, so he concocts a plan

- The next day starts like any other. Henry gets up for his morning run and you lounge in bed for a while

- Only when you get up to go downstairs for breakfast do you find the difference

- Every counter is covered with vases of a dozen roses. There have to be at least 100 roses in your home now, if not more

- You find a note waiting for you next to the coffee maker (Henry knows you so well)

- A single rose for every single moment I have thought about you

- Henry doesn’t return at the usual time after his run and you start to get worried until you get a phone call from him. He tells you to pause all your work for the day and head to a location he’s about to text you

- You agree and get dressed then head to your car where you find even more roses

- You arrive at your destination and learn that it’s a day spa and that Henry has booked an entire day of pampering and relaxation

- All-day, you are waited on by the staff as they massage your neck, shoulders, and back, working out all the kinks that have been building up

- Every so often, someone brings you a rose and you can’t help but smile

- In the last leg of your spa treatment, someone comes to do your hair and makeup. Apparently, there is a dress waiting for you

- Fully glammed and ready to go, you are escorted out to your car where somehow there are even more roses

- A text from Henry tells you where to go next and you find yourself at a little wine bar

- Henry is waiting for you outside in a black button-down and black slacks. His hair is smoothed back and a giant grin is lighting up his whole face

- He takes your arm and together you walk inside

- The bar is perfect for a date. There is low-lighting, intimate tables, and a big floor for dancing

- At your table, there is, unsurprisingly, even more roses with glasses of wine waiting for you

- You sit with him for a while, sipping the wine and eating the small charcuterie spread that was brought over

- Eventually, Henry takes your hand to lead you out to the dance floor. As he pulls you close, the song “Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman” begins to play

- You look up and scrutinize his face. “Okay, what’s going on Henry?” you demand, though there is no hostility in your voice. Henry smirks, staring at you with those loving blue eyes. 

- “What can I say, I just love my woman.” 

- You can’t stop and won’t stop the smile that breaks out across your face. You slow dance with Henry for the rest of the evening, relishing in soft touch and sweet words whispered in your ear

- He really has loved a woman. You 🖤

[kasdeyathebitterwoman]

*floats in, in a sparkling pink umbrella*Good day kind soul! *tips top hat* How have thou been? * hugs tightly* One agrees with you 110%. Ones heart breaks reading what others have written about this lovely lucky women. I've seen this happen before to other guys but(maybe naively) never thought it would happen to Henry dearest... one wishes them all the best and hopes they will ignore the hate 😔

-Le Fry

Hello my beautiful, darling Le Fry 🖤 I am....alive. Which, whether that's good or bad is debatable at the moment, but I'm here. How are you, my love?

As far as Henry and Natalie go, I'm with most everyone on this platform, like you 😌 there's no need to be ugly, hateful, or unkind to anyone, but especially someone you don't even know. (That's the royal "you", not you specifically 😘)

I hope you are doing well, my sweet love, Le Fry. I can't wait to hear from you again 🖤🖤