#louis is just figuring things out

[casualavocados]

#he doesn't want to fight with you ai di, he wants to Kiss🙄💘🥺

Nat Chen as CHEN YI KISEKI: DEAR TO ME (2023)

[srldesigns6277]

Smiley Louis

[statementlou]

Thinking again about how the other day that anon wrote me wondering why Louis was so popular with older adult women and I had a couple ideas but was basically like idk IS he or is it just the same amount as any other pop star but then the other day BBC posted that video of 1D members doing 1D songs* solo without Louis in it and the post was like go comment on all these platforms and I was like what the heck it's not like I use my facebook for much else- but that meant I ended up looking a few times at the other comments (being mad about Louis' exclusion) and like I KNOW it's FB so ofc it's skewed by who uses that... but like damn, there ARE a lot of middle aged and older ladies for Louis! Like A LOT!! So again I am thinking about it and I would love to know what other people think might be the reason... my ideas plus footnote under cut-

~He’s so fucking SMART and the older you get the more appealing and necessary that is to appreciate someone. ~His music has always been in large part 90s style stuff which may draw in folks who already loved that kind of music because they’re old enough to remember it. ~We’re queer and were drawn into this fandom by crying our eyes out over how beautiful baby Harry and Louis were together and wanted to give them the world and protect them (is this age dependent? see below for why maybe I guess but idk) But my top theory is that ~it's based on the combination of him being this beautiful goodhearted boy all the shitty things we saw happening to him for so long and wanting so much to be able to DO SOMETHING, to make things better for him and give him everything. Not saying this is age based but maybe this works more strongly on older folks than on people who feel like they are in the same boat? Anyway would love to hear if other people think 1) there are more older louies than other celeb fandoms/ the other members of 1Ds solo fandoms and 2) if so what do you think it is about Louis? or 3) no, all these things apply to me but I'm only (whatever young age) so that can't be it

*I have since figured out why they did that and it isn't because Louis is blacklisted or whatever it's because they just pulled their footage that they own of 3 of them playing BBC Big Weekend which Louis hasn't done, and footage of Zayn from his public insta, which isn't something they could do for Louis- to include him they would have had to like get footage from his management or something they can't just use whatever off youtube and it was just a silly SM post they weren't gonna do all that

[pynkhues]

Do you see patterns in tropes you’re attracted to with your ships? Like it seems like you might like a good girl x bad boy dynamic and I wondered if you’d agree? What do you think attracts you to those tropes/dynamics? 🩷

Oh! That's so funny, anon, I would not describe myself as liking a good girl x bad boy dynamic at all really, haha. I'm guessing that probably comes across because I like Chrissy x Eddie in Stranger Things and Beth x Rio in Good Girls? But even in that, I'd argue Eddie's not really a bad boy at all, and the whole point of Good Girls is that Beth's not a quote-unquote 'good girl' or even a good person at all but is able to use the perception that she is to do bad things (and I love her for it!!)

If I was to pinpoint the dynamic that I like in a ship looking at my most recent ones with like, Lestat x Louis (IWTV), Anthony x Kate (Bridgerton), Cam x Rebecca (Under the Bridge), Kendall x Stewy (Succession), as well as the two above, I'd say that probably the thing that attracts me is characters who don't expect each other? I like it when characters are just entirely unprepared for this person who's maybe not their usual type and not anything like what they might have thought they wanted for themselves, and suddenly becomes one of the most important people in their lives?

There's just a natural friction and conflict there, even with couples that maybe wouldn't otherwise have any, that just makes my brain whir, haha, and if you sprinkle in a bit of enemies to lovers and/or mutual derangement, I'm pretty much all in.

[elainemorisi]

like, the only true whopper in lo these two seasons has been Armand's credit-claiming for the (onstage) lifesaving, right. which was allowed to persist for not even the duration of a full episode. I don't think I'm forgetting anything here, right?

anyway, would be nice if more theorizing noticed that lol

[13eyond13]

What's confusing me most about the IWTV show right now is:

-why certain characters are behaving the way they are, since the circumstances and relationship dynamics and vampire powers and personalities in the show have changed a bit from the way they were in the books, and the changes aren't always easy for me to keep track of or understand

-how much these different character behaviours and relationship dynamics are because of the show making actual real alterations to the books' story, and how much are due to unreliable narration and edited memories from either one or more of the characters involved

[salmoncakepls]

:0

[casualavocados]

That's enough! I can't stand you being this drunk. Fuck. Chen Yi— Get up.

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 09

[harrylights]

had the weirdest but coolest dream ever that i might have to turn into an au

[widowshill]

ummmmm my heart. they're SO CUTE now !!!!

[brat-tamer-nicki]

So I'm pretty sure the amount of writing I did today only amounts to like 500 words in the final draft and it's not even a complete scene it's like one and a half exchanges within a scene BUT this finale is no joke probably the most difficult piece of writing I've ever done in my life. So. I am proud and I am celebrating every single tiny scrap of progress that is made god damn it. Also reorganized and solidified the next section of the outline. Might try to get more done later today if I'm up to it

[statementlou]

I think with these festivals there is the obvious benefit of exposing Louis to a general audience but also a financial one. Personally I’m curious on what the payment structure is for him. Does he get a flat fee or does he get a percentage of the gate. If he sells merch does he keep it all or does the festival get a percentage. This year is a good way to generate money without too large of an expense burden. I found it interesting that afhf is under his touring company and that financials for the touring company are a very abridged version for this years filing. Of course because the filings are always a year behind it hard to get a real sense of how things are going though truth is even with a more complete filing you really have no way of knowing the financials since not all expenses and deductions are disclosed and some things have a delayed payment schedule.

Ah more questions we will NEVER learn the answers to :/ really good point though it will be SO much cheaper than bringing their 5 trucks worth of stuff and staff around the world... everything will be built and waiting for them, they can just customize with a smaller crew and just bringing their decorative additions rather than stuff to build the entire stage and area. I don't have a clue but I can only imagine festivals take a HUGE chunk of merch sales though, with what we've learned recently about venues and merch cuts - except for AFHF where Louis gets to keep absolutely everything! Nice, that. And of course even with venue specific merch for as much as they sell at the shows (and have to hand over half the profit) they also sell it online, with no cut taken out.

[sunshinesfreckless]

His Spoiled Princess

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Pairing: Felix x Fem!Reader

Summary: Just a boyfriend who loves to provide for his girlfriend. All she has to do is sit there, smile at him, and he’ll give her everything.

Warnings: Sex! Sexy, gift-giving boyfriend Felix! MDNI

A/N: I came up with this after realizing how generous Felix is when it comes to buying things for his friends and family… not to mention the gifts he gets for Hyunjin. So, I figured he’d definitely be the type of boyfriend who loves to spoil his partner with gifts all the time.

୨ৎ Bangchan ୨ৎ Hyunjin ୨ৎ Seungmin ୨ৎ Jeongin ୨ৎ Changbin ୨ৎ Han ୨ৎ Leeknow

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It started with a kiss—soft, slow, and dripping with the kind of devotion that made her toes curl. It had been months since they made it official, but Felix still treated her like it was the first day, still looked at her like she was the only girl in the world.

And she was.

Felix didn’t just love her; he worshiped her. In the kind of way that had his black credit card practically burning a hole in his pocket, ready to be swiped at the faintest hint of her desire. New nails? Paid for. Hair, shoes, custom designer clothes? Done before she could even ask. The finest handbags, diamond-studded jewelry, Louis Vuitton robes embroidered with her name in gold thread—because why the fuck would his princess wear anything that wasn’t made just for her?

She wasn’t just spoiled—she was his.

And he made sure she knew it.

When they were out, he never let her speak for herself.

“You’re too pretty to talk to them, baby,” he’d murmur, guiding her behind him with a protective hand at the small of her back, a slight smirk playing at his lips whenever her lashes fluttered up at him in quiet obedience.

Waiters? Male workers? He handled it.

All she had to do was look pretty, smile sweetly, and wait for her Felix to take care of everything.

And she loved it.

The way his voice dropped just for her, low and commanding, the way he made decisions like it was second nature, the way she never had to lift a finger—unless it was to touch him.

She leaned into him, letting her fingers curl into the soft fabric of his sleeve —because she knew the moment they got home, he’d remind her just how much he adored spoiling his princess.

She’s his baby, his favorite thing in the world.

She was draped in luxury. A custom Louis Vuitton robe, soft blush satin embroidered with her name, the gold thread catching the dim bedroom light. It slid like liquid over her skin, barely covering the delicate lace underneath—the set Felix had picked out for her because, as he put it, “My girl deserves the finest.”

Felix sat back against the pillows, watching her with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, the kind that made her thighs press together involuntarily. He was relaxed, shirtless, the sharp cut of his collarbones leading down to the smooth plane of his stomach. His legs spread slightly, an invitation disguised as laziness.

“C’mere, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with warmth. “Let me see you.”

She stepped closer, letting the robe slip just enough to tease. Felix’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, his fingers tapping lazily against his knee as he looked her over like she was something rare, something precious. And she was.

“You know why I got this made for you?” His voice was soft, coaxing, as he reached forward, tracing his fingers over the golden embroidery.

“Because I’m your princess?” she teased, her lips curling as she straddled his lap.

Felix hummed, his hands settling against her waist, warm and steady.

“Mmm. Because you’re my everything.”

Her breath hitched, and before she could respond, his lips were on her throat, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone. His grip tightened, pulling her closer until there was no space between them, just the heat of his body and the silk melting between them.

“I don’t just spoil you, baby,” he murmured against her skin, his voice dipping lower. “I worship you.”

And with that, he flipped her beneath him, the silk pooling around them as his mouth claimed hers, slow and thorough, the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt—she was his, and he was about to show her just how much that meant.

The box sat prettily on the dining table, a blush pink bow tied perfectly around the packaging. She hadn’t even asked for it—just mentioned it once, and now, here it was.

Felix leaned back in his chair, one arm resting casually on the backrest, watching her expectantly.

“You got me the pink one?” she asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say it anyway.

“Of course, I did,” he said smoothly. “My princess gets whatever she wants.”

She smiled, stepping between his legs, placing her hands on his broad shoulders as she leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to his lips.

“You spoil me too much, Lixie,” she whispered against his mouth.

Felix chuckled, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her effortlessly into his lap.

“Never too much,” he corrected, his voice low and warm. “Just enough.”

His hands trailed down her hips, fingers pressing into the soft fabric of her dress, gathering it higher. The air shifted, the energy between them thickening. Her pulse quickened as his lips grazed her jaw, his voice a gentle murmur against her skin.

“Wanna thank me properly, baby?”

She knew exactly what he wanted. And she wanted it too.

Minutes later, the iPhone was forgotten, still perfectly wrapped on the table. She, on the other hand, was not so put together. Her dress was bunched up around her waist, her cheek pressed against the cool marble, Felix’s hands gripping her hips as he moved inside her, slow, deep, thorough. Every thrust sent heat coiling tighter in her stomach, her nails scrambling for purchase against the table as Felix pressed a soothing kiss between her shoulder blades.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, voice like velvet. “Take it, baby. Just like that.”

And when she finally came, Felix held her through it, murmuring soft praises against her skin, kissing her shoulders as he coaxed her down from the high.

“So good for me,” he whispered, turning her head so he could press a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. “That’s my perfect girl.”

She loved the bag. Not just because it was designer, not just because it was stunning—but because Felix had gotten her a prettier one than Chan’s girlfriend. Just because he could.

Felix smirked as she admired it, his hand resting lazily on her thigh as the car drove through the city streets.

“Like it, baby?”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, batting her lashes at him. “You really do take care of me, don’t you?”

Felix chuckled, fingers teasing up the hem of her dress.

“You’re mine,” he said simply. “Of course, I do.”

She smirked, then—deliberately, teasingly—reached under her dress and slipped her panties off, tucking them neatly into the new handbag. Felix’s breath hitched, his grip on her thigh tightening.

“You little—” His voice cut off as she swung a leg over his lap, straddling him right there in the backseat. The driver was long forgotten, the only thing that mattered was the heat between them, the way she grinded against him, slow and teasing.

“Wanna show me just how much you love spoiling me, Lixie?” she purred, rolling her hips.

Felix groaned, his hands gripping her waist as he pulled her down onto him, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered:

“Baby, you have no idea.”

Her nails were perfect—long, glossy, diamond-studded tips that caught the dim bedroom light with every flutter of her fingers. Felix had made sure of it. He had paid for the finest salon, made sure she had the most delicate, intricate designs, all because his princess deserved nothing but the best.

And now?

Now those nails were scratching down his back, leaving marks that burned in the best way possible.

Felix groaned, the sound low and wrecked, vibrating against her throat as he pinned her down harder into the mattress. His hands were firm on her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted, controlling the way she took every slow, deep thrust.

Her legs trembled around his waist, heels still strapped to her feet, the sharp points pressing into his lower back as she clung to him. The pleasure was overwhelming, melting her brain into something useless and syrupy sweet.

“F-Felix—” she gasped, nails digging in harder as he rolled his hips, pushing deeper, stretching her open inch by inch with that torturous, controlled pace.

Felix chuckled against her skin, his lips curling into a knowing smirk as he dragged his teeth along her jaw, biting down just enough to make her whimper.

“You like showing off those nails, huh?” His voice was dark, teasing. “Go on, scratch me up, baby. Let me feel how much my princess loves her gifts.”

Her body responded before her mind could—her nails raked down his back, her walls fluttering around him as her legs tightened, drawing him impossibly closer.

Felix hissed through his teeth, a shudder rolling through his body. “Fuck—just like that, baby.” His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back so he could press his forehead to hers, his breath hot against her lips.

“You wanna make a mess on my cock, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice pure sin, pure indulgence.

Her head nodded weakly, too dumb, too wrecked to form words.

Felix grinned, kissed her hard, then gave her exactly what she needed.

The slow, teasing rhythm was gone— now, he was fucking her deep, thorough, overwhelming, just like she deserved.

She sobbed his name, nails scraping, legs trembling as she arched into him, completely undone.

“That’s it, princess,” Felix groaned, burying himself deep as she shattered beneath him. His hands smoothed over her shaking body, grounding her as he fucked her through the aftershocks, pressing kisses along her jaw, whispering soft praises against her lips.

“So fucking good for me. My perfect girl.”

And when she finally came down from the high, Felix just smiled, as she was tracing over the red streaks on his back with lazy fingers, his voice soft and full of pride.

“Mmm. Gonna have to take you back to the salon, baby.” He pressed a slow kiss to her temple. “I think we need to get those nails sharpened.”

Felix knew she didn’t love him for his money. It wasn’t about the designer bags, the diamond-studded nails, or the silk sheets he wrapped her in. She never asked for any of it—she deserved it, and that was why he gave it to her.

But what made his chest ache in the sweetest way was the way she loved him back.

It was in the small things—the way she tried to repay him in her own way. The nights she surprised him with a home-cooked meal, even when she giggled and said, “It’s not fancy, but I wanted to try it for you.” The way she curled up in his gaming chair, controller in hand, playing with him until her head drooped against his shoulder, her soft, sleepy voice murmuring, “Just one more round, Lixie.”

And God, the way she waited for him.

She never complained when he was stuck in the practice room late into the night. Instead, she sat there, bundled up in one of his hoodies, watching him dance, cheering for him, waiting until he was finally done so she could wrap her arms around him, press her face into his chest, and whisper, “You worked so hard, baby. I’m proud of you.”

That was what mattered.

Felix could buy her the world, and she would take it with a smile, but she would love him just the same even if he had nothing.

And that was why he had to spoil her.

Because she was his everything. And she deserved to be treated like it.

[luludeluluramblings]

Heres something for ya!

So Pregnant! reader and Conner agree to move to the countryside, as reader wants a safe environment for her child to grow up in.

Conner along with the super family build a house in the countryside and without a word to the batfamily about being pregant or leaving.

As the years go by, let's say something dangerous is going on and the families of the Justice League are being targeted. So to keep their families safe they have them stay at the Justice league satellite headquarters to stay safe.

Superman hasn't arrived yet causing the others to worry.

Mostly everyone arrived and located in their rooms until Superman finally arrived with his family.

Louis lane, Jon, connor and

....

READER! a long with a child no older than 9 years old

>:3

Bold of you to assume they would show up with just ONE child. Conner would be hitting that and you know it.

But, say this happens and Reader just ran off without a word before anyone could figure out they were preggo. Conner tracked them down, cause he be down bad, and figured out that it was his kid. (Awkward, but sweet.)

They just chill on the farm, spending Christmas with the Kents. Conner hardly visits Tim other than to double check the Bats aren’t trying to track Reader down or anything.

Then the incident happens (I.E. terrorist targeting families of the JL, alien invasion, etc.), and Reader is chasing a super toddler down in the watchtower that bumps directly into Dick’s leg.

Dick looks down at the kid that has the exact same eye color as Bruce, and looks just like a baby Damian (which he always wanted to see). But, before he can go to pick up the toddler, Reader just swoops in like “Nope,” and hauls her kid away without a second glance. 

The questions, the bafflement. After the invasion is over things are going to be investigated. And, can you imagine the amount of spoiling the kids would get from Bruce and the family to try to make up for lost time?

(Bruce hearing the kids call Clark Pawpaw would make his blood pressure spike. Even if he thinks it’s a stupid name, he’s gonna be jealous.)

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

A/N: Just a quick AU. There’s so many that came from the Pregnant!Reader thing,

[sbcdh]

"You saw it?"

"For a second. Yeah. I saw one."

"Start at the beginning."

"Hoo. Okay. Uhhh... It was 77. I think. I was air force. Or, hypnoengineering support staff contracted to help out around St. Louis."

"That's how you came into your supply of JVH-1"

"It was JVH-11 actually, and yeah, the fuckin, uh- the requisitions officer at Scott was an old buddy of mine. We used to fuck around in college before I, you know-"

"Yes I understand."

"I worked records for Sears-Roebuck, I had all the accounting expertise, as well as a ready supply of LSD."

"How did you start?"

"Oh it was easy at first. Really just selling off phials of the new experimental stuff to finance guys. They'd go nuts for the stuff, pay top dollar for it too. Hell, I could get 100$ for a milliliter. Made it easy to keep my contacts bought in and re-invested. Honestly I don't think the req office would even know that we were skimming if they weren't in on it.

But, you know how it is with hypnoregulation. Transchronological market data is worth it's weight in diamond. It started with the odd photo of a 2q-week readout, then biometric data, then, uh- then. Well, we decided to try it ourselves."

"You attempted full sub-finantial emmanation?"

"No no god no, what're you nuts? No, see. We figured if one person can meld their brain with the market, we just had to get as close as we could to that guy, and mark the twain, hypnologically speaking."

"Mark the twain?"

"Yeah, see, okay. A plutophant in full emmanation isn't like us. We exist at a single point in time, an R1 rational market actor. But they exist in multiple points in time, back in 77, I think the government could hit R6 with that analogue tech. Most people can hit R2 with a single hit of JVH-1, with practice you can hit R3, but anything higher than R3 takes a pretty serious support team. But here's the thing, I had a whole cadre of co-implicated members of a military grade hypnoengineering support team. All we needed was the space."

"The warehouse. Schaeffer Marble and Tile was it?"

"Bingo. See here's the thing. You know why the government had to start building those special regulation temples? It's not just for security. Once you crack the R6 barrier, Plutophants start leaving what's called a wake. You know, like a fuckin, uh, like a boat. They're imperceptible to normal people, but if you have sensitive enough instruments or, say, a person in the edge of sub-market emmanation.

See the government didn't know at the time, but if you balanced the drugs just right, and kept someone right on the edge of R4, you could actually read the plutophant's interpretations by their wake rather than their direct neurofeedback. It's not nearly as precise, but if you have a good team and you know what to look for, you can get some really, really valuable market data that way."

"And your co-worker?"

"You mean Mills? Fuck. Yeah...Mills. Right."

"Take your time."

"No, no I'm good. It's... It's uh, It's dangerous. Brains aren't meant to take that much JVH-11 all at once. We could stay on R4, but what we didn't have was a recovery team, or a medical team, or recon team. It was me, Mills, Israel, Connaught, and Marsh. The five of us were the only ones in the soup. Bruso was running the machines and Lasker was monitoring the readout."

"Can you tell us what happened?"

"Yeah. Yeah. It was a normal intrusion. Hypnogrid emmanation is pretty simple with our tech and support. Sedation was all green, hypnoinduction was green. Smooth as silk. Landed about 40 minutes from our work location. We had the codes from the IRSAW people that morning, all we had to do was maintain hypnoinduction for 40 minutes while traversing the colon and we'd be able to-"

"I'm sorry, colon?"

"Oh come on. Colon. Collective Unconscious. Col-Un. Colon."

"I- of course. Continue."

"Hey, have you ever been on a dive before?"

"Can we focus on your statement?"

"It's important. I need to know if this next bit is gonna make sense to you or not."

"I've undergone basic anti-intrusion training standard for IRS investigation task force officers."

"So you've done safe dives. White room? Castle training? Putting up the wall? All that jazz?"

"That's correct."

"Did they ever tell you why it's dangerous to perform off-site hypnoincursion in meta-unstsble hypnospace?"

"They did."

"Well they're lying...don't look at me like that. I'm not bullshitting you. They're lying...there's...there's shit out there okay? There's things out there."

"Mills?"

"Yeah. Mills. Uh..."

"Take your time."

"Yeah yeah. Quit interruptin me. Mills... Uh, yeah so we were T-Plus 30 into the dive. Bruso gives us a heads up that some hypnoflora is headed our way, but can't get a read on mass. Says we should steer clear, but we are so close. Israel had handled some hypnoflora before, so we weren't worried. But it was... I dunno. I can't explain."

"Do your best."

"Like. Okay. Meta-unstsble dives are fucked. They're acid trips. The St. Louis hypnoscape already doesn't look normal, but Scott Base looked like some kinda bastard lovechild of a medieval castle and a seashell, all twisting up into itself. The streets were a chessboard, and all the streetlights we're these tall kinda mannequin lookin' things holding a tiny sun in their hand. Everything is fucked, it's all topsy turvy. But it's okay, because it's meta-unstable hypnospace, its not SUPPOSED to be normal. And then there was a Red Sock."

"Like for the feet?"

"No. Like. In the middle of this fucked up dreamscape, there's suddenly a batter for the Boston Red Sox. He's standing there, maybe 50 feet away. He's got a bat in one hand and a mitt in the other, and he's just kinda walking towards us. Nobody really knew what to do. It didn't look dangerous, but something wasn't right. It didn't fit. We just kinda stood there, looking at the thing. Israel starts talking to Bruso, asking him what to do. Suddenly, Bruso is screaming at us, telling us to book it. He's screaming into the com, telling us to prepare for de-emmanation. Nobody knows what's happening. Israel is suddenly standing between Mills and the Red Sock, and..."

"Any information you can recall could be of use."

"It's...it's mostly feeling at this point. You ever been having a normal dream? Like, a good, normal dream? And suddenly you realize that something is really, really wrong? There's signs. For me? It's that the lights go out. Suddenly day turns to night, and something about this batter just makes me want to curl up and hide. Suddenly, moving through the world is like trying to swim through molasses. I try to run, but nothing moves, and everything is dark. The world is shifting. There's shadows under the bathroom door that can't be happening. A man who looks like Jesus. An old and terrible house and an old man with no name whose face I can't remember. The batter swings at Mills and she just...vanishes. Shes gone. Bruso pulls us out a second later."

"So this, batter killed Ms. Mills?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. We get out, she's comatose. Whatever that thing did to her, she was still in hypnospace. I gave her a hot shot of barbiturates. Her brain activity slowed to R0 after about 90 seconds."

[ificouldflyhome369]

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