#louis’ randomness scares me

[spacedlexi]

A little while ago you said that you have nuanced feelings on Clem x Louis, and I think that’s how I’d describe my opinion on the ship as well. I was just wondering, what makes you feel that way? Personally, I think they’re romance scenes are cute and sweet, but the whole situation with Marlon makes me unable to see them as anything other than friends. I think they both mean a lot to each other, but the idea that they’d want to date so soon after that whole ordeal’s a bit of a stretch to me.

putting this under a read more so if anyone even Thinks they might get upset about mild louis opinions they can move on and stay happy. seriously people take this stuff too seriously sometimes and i dont want to stir anyone up but also im allowed to have my own opinions OKAY. none of this means i dont like him or them OKAY??

okay

thats pretty much where my opinions are too

the stuff with marlon and the vote is Definitely the biggest thing that influences my opinion about their romance. i always forget just how Cruel he is in EP2 😭 like im on your side dude what aj did was wrong can we just talk about this 😭 but he votes to kick them out. like his reaction about marlon doesnt bother me, its his insistence on kicking them out that does 😔 my clem will always forgive him for it, i believe him when he says he regrets it, but its gonna take some time for trust to build again. for both of them

having only one scene between his apology and the lock in was just not gonna happen for my clem. she was mad at him for it. aj almost died because of it. she might be doing better now but she still has trust issues and her trust was broken just as much as his was. he was fine with never seeing her again, sending her and aj out to their deaths because he struggled to accept his confused feelings about marlon. that pissed my clem off shdfksd she is barely keeping this child alive let alone herself. her face when ajs kicking the wall bro she was like "its so fucking over" 😭 cmon bro look at her shes dead inside have some compassion. and he still hits her with the "i dont know [if i want you to stay]" even after aj gets shot like cmon man...... Cmon.........

and while shes waiting for louis to finally be ready to talk about what happened with marlon (which my clem apologizes for in the dorm, she does genuinely feel bad about it), her and violet are only growing closer, focusing on preparing the school together for the bigger problem. clem knowing vi has her back is a huge source of relief in everything thats going on, and that means a Lot for my clem, who appreciates the idea of having a partner she can rely on. my clem is already sure of her feelings for vi by the time louis apologizes. but she appreciates his apology, and is looking forward to being friends again, because she did genuinely appreciate his friendship at the beginning. but her heart was really truly Broken about everything with marlon and the vote and i think thats gonna take more time to heal. depending on player choice some clems might not even forgive him (some others might say he was right and that clem didnt stop it but... i do not agree with that.. like how could she have... aasim calls mitch a hypocrite for saying the same thing)

the other less important thing is just his general blasé attitude. my clem takes things seriously, but that doesnt mean she doesnt know how to have fun. she Wants to. she just Cant. she has a child to take care of first, and she cares about the survival of the group. its why my clem is looking for someone she knows she can rely on. she never wanted any of this, and she just wants a little support, someone to help take the weight off so she CAN relax. shes so tired 😭. playing with louis while aasim hunts by himself made me feel Dirty 💀 (i literally couldnt do it the first time i felt so bad AASIM WAIT UP). and while i can understand and appreciate his "there might not be a tomorrow so enjoy today" outlook, it cant come at the expense of the group. louis i feel eventually learns this, finding a balance between the two, and Becomes someone clem can rely on. but his change doesnt begin until like.. after the raiders take everyone (because we have to get through the marlon stuff first). and if you save vi, you dont get to see any of it 😔

the thing about these two problems is that, if you were to take them out of this setting and throw them in like, a modern au, suddenly these are not issues anymore. no more life or death. the stakes are a lot lower. so i can see them dating in that scenario and having fun together. they do have cute moments!! but also due to less stakes, theres less to motivate louis to change. and i think they would fundamentally just not click on their worldviews. clem while she can have fun, ultimately takes things seriously, and louis doesnt. that doesnt mean they dont care about each other, and clem definitely appreciates his energy, but its why i see them still ending up as friends instead of romantic partners (esp if vi is around IM SORRY 😭 they just Click too well for me 😔 this is why my messy au exists 💀)

i also understand this is mostly personal preference and some people might like them for these reasons 😭 but the dynamic that they have i prefer as friends personally. theyre supportive of each other and deeply care about each other, just not romantically imo. especially not after the stuff with marlon. and thats ok!!!! i see it a lot like louis' relationship with vi. not romantic. but they Love each other regardless. honestly the reason why i like clem vi and louis as a trio so much is that clem slots between them really well. louis who doesnt take anything seriously, and vi who takes things Too seriously. clem exists between them. knowing having fun is important but also understanding the weight of responsibility. she helps louis become more responsible, and she helps vi chill the fuck out. she brings balance :)

i will say tho louis' "nothing wrong with short and sweet, right?" line was cute he got me there

[strniohoeee]

Envious

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader (chubby reader)

Synopsis: Y/N just hates her body, and although the triplets try to make her feel better some hate comments get to her. But Chris is there to make her feel better🫂

Warnings⚠️: None she cute asf or whatever 🤭

Song for the imagine: Jealousy, Jealousy-Olivia Rodrigo

I’m so sick of myself

I’d rather be, rather

Anyone, anyone else

I hated how scrolling through instagram made me feel. Perfect bodies, white teeth, long healthy hair, perfect boyfriends…..just everything I’ve ever wanted. I tried not to fall down this rabbit hole, but it never worked out.

I would scroll and scroll until I felt physically sick. I would then exit out of instagram and stare at myself in the mirror pointing out everything I hated about myself. My skin oily and acne prone, my hair boring, my eyebrows too thin and light, my lips not big enough, my nose huge, my body disgusting. I hated my body with a burning passion.

Curves are good but not my curves. My curves are considered fat and unattractive.My breasts too big, my stomach not flat…bending over and seeing “rolls” God I fucking hated it. My thighs too big, my ass not fat enough….it's brutal. I'm not sure why it mattered what my body looked like. I also wasn’t sure why I cared so much about what people thought of me. I hated it, and I tried to hide myself away and shelter myself from any mean comments.

I tried not to be in the triplets videos because I saw the way some of these “fans” treated Madi, and that girl is perfect….I could only imagine what they would say about me. They even body shamed Chris and it was insane to me. They talked about it in a video saying that body shaming was disgusting and it doesn’t matter what people look like, we're all humans and all our bodies are different. I agreed, but I couldn’t believe these things about myself.

Chris so badly wanted to film a TikTok with me because we both were wearing the same FreshLove shirt, and black pants, and at first I rejected it, but after some convincing I decided to film it with him. I sucked it up and decided to have fun with my friend.

“Okay let’s do the “she wish there were two of me” trend, and like I’ll say it, and then stick my hand out and you’ll slide into frame and high five me” he said

“I love that trend, let’s do it” I said laughing

He set up his phone and started recording, lip syncing

“Walk in that Bih with with that Loui V” he said, and then looked over at me backing away from the camera

“She say she wish there were two of me” he said backing up and high fiving me as I came into frame

We started dancing, and he slung his arm over my shoulder “she fuckin, she know what she doing, B” We sang laughing and dancing

We finished filming and he posted the TikTok. For once I actually wasn’t scared of him posting me because I genuinely felt cute in my outfit today. My FreshLove shirt was cropped and I had my favorite pair of flare leggings on.

“I finally got you to film with me” he said jumping around

“Yeah that's a one time occurrence” I said laughing

“Oh come onnnn so many people want you in more of our videos” he said looking at me

“Yeahhhh, but I don’t know sometimes your guys fans are a little mean” I said looking down

“Yeah well fuck those haters those aren’t fans” he said scoffing

Later on that night Chris, Matt, Nick and I were in their living room playing board games while some random movie played in the background. We were all having a great time until I got a text message, I looked at my phone to see my best friend texting me

My baby🥹

-Hey babes….Im not sure that you’ve seen the comments under Chris video with you, but they’re disgusting and don’t let that shit get to your head

My heart sank immediately, my breathing getting shallow, my throat constricting and my palms getting sweaty. What the fuck is she talking about….

I opened up TikTok and went to Chris' video opening up the comments….my mouth instantly going dry

-“I know she didn’t crop a FreshLove shirt when she’s fat🤣”

-“I hope Chris isn’t dating her, that's actually sad….he must be desperate😗”

-“Why does she think she’s so hot??? Like what am I missing LMFAOOO”

-“oh that’s not- LMFAOO WHAT IS THIS GIRL DOING”

-“makes sense why she isn’t in the video anymore….she really let herself go”

-“Is that Y/N??? When did she gain so much weight??”

These comments made my stomach churn, and my face burn with embarrassment. The one day I feel cute I’m completely torn apart by these so called “fans”

“Chris you have to take that video down of us” I said looking at him

“What?? Why I love it” he said

“Just take it down” I said

“I love that video too don’t delete it” Nick said

“I don’t want it up” I said avoiding eye contact

Matt pulled out his phone to open the video, he opened the comments and immediately his eyes were saddened

“What the fuck” he said scrolling through the comments

Chris snatched the phone from him reading the comments

“This is fucking disgusting….Y/N don’t believe this shit okay” he said looking at me

“How can I not? These are things I see too, and to have your followers point them out is making me feel disgusting” I said

“None of this shit is true okay” Nick said looking at me

“I just want to be left alone right now” I said standing up

I went down to Chris’ room where I would stay when I spent the night. I laid on his bed. Letting the comments replay in my head. My heart racing and my breathing getting deep……I was starting to have anxiety about the comments and slowly I allowed myself to cry

The tears just flowed like a stream. I tried not to let these comments get to me, but it’s hard when people are judging you on the internet and they don’t even know you. I was letting out choked sobs, trying to cover my mouth to control my sobs. This was so unfair.

I heard the door open, so I figured it was Chris. He shut the door behind him, and sat at the end of the bed as I cried

“I know you don’t want to talk and that’s okay, but I want you to listen to me” he said

“I know it’s hard to not believe what people are saying on the internet, trust me I do, but I want you to know that those comments are from a bunch of children being haters okay. None of that shit is true at all. You’re a beautiful, funny and kind souled person” Chris said

I started to calm down, allowing my tears to stop, and trying to control my breathing.

“You don’t have to change for anyone okay. Stay true to yourself. You are amazing and don’t let these haters behind a screen get to you” he said rubbing my leg

“Thank you Chris” I said in a whisper

“Of course Y/N. I’m always here for you” he said smiling at me

I wiped my eyes and began to sit up

“Follow me” he said getting up, I got up and followed him to his bathroom

“What are you doing?” I asked

He walked into the bathroom and turned the lights on

“You’re going to stand in the mirror and look at yourself, you’re going to point out what you find unattractive about yourself, and I’m going to tell you why they’re beautiful” he said standing behind me, and placing me in front of him

“Chris no…” I said looking at him through the mirror

“I’m not letting you leave till you do it” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Ugh fine” I said looking in the mirror, at my swollen eyes, the tears down my face and my lips swollen

“Let’s start with your hair” he said

“I hate it…..it’s boring it’s flat it’s ugly” I said

“Wrong! It’s beautiful. It’s long and shiny and you take the best care of it. It always smells so good” he said looking at me

I just looked at him blushing slightly

“Go on” he said nodding his head

“My eyebrows…they’re so thin and light….and my eyes the color is ugly” I said

“Wrong again! Your eyebrows shape your face beautifully, and your eyes are gorgeous. The way the sun hits them and they sparkle, and the way your lashes are so long and showcase your eyes beauty” he responded

“Do we have to keep going?” I said blushing

“Yes you must” he said

“I hate my lips they aren’t big enough, and I hate my teeth and my smile” I said

“Your lips are pretty. Always glossed, always plump and full. And your teeth….your smile is my favorite thing” he said

“Are you flirting with me?” I said

“I may be” he said giving me a sly smirk

I started to smile and roll my eyes

“Look at that beautiful smile” he said pointing at me

“Chris shut up” I said giggling

“Keep going” he said nodding

“Uhh I hate my boobs they’re too big” I said avoiding eye contact

“Umm I’m going to be careful with my words here, but uhh a real man will never complain about big tits, and I happen to be a real man” he said looking at me making a funny face

“I like how you say you’re going to be careful with your words, and then say some crazy ass shit” I said laughing

“I meannnn I could say something way worse, but I’ll keep that for another time” he said winking

I rolled my eyes at him

“I hate my stomach” I said fidgeting with my hands

“Remember when we went to that museum, and we saw all those sculptures of Aphrodite and those renaissance women and they all had bigger stomachs. Well there was a reason, bigger women were the beauty standard at one point, and the most powerful beautiful women were on the thicker side. I think a woman with meat on her bones is hot. I mean I love all women, but the thicker the better” he said

I just stared at him in awe as I blushed

“Keep going” he said

“I hate my thighs, and the fact that my ass isn’t as fat as it should be” I said

“Let me tell you something, thick thighs save lives, and I live by that okay. The bigger the thighs the better, and so what if you don’t have this crazy huge ass. Your ass is great. I’ll be vulnerable here…I sneak a look any chance I get” he said throwing his hands up in defense

“You creeper” I said laughing

“I can’t help it. When there’s all this woman in my face I just go dumb” he said looking over my body

“You have a way with words” I said sucking my teeth

“It’s all honesty though. Like I said you’re beautiful inside and out, you’re a kind soul, you’re nice, you’re funny, you’re hot….I mean you’re everything a man could want” he said

He came up behind me wrapping his hands around my waist and squeezing me tight, laying his head on shoulder

“Never let anyone tell you otherwise” he said looking at me through the mirror

“Okay” I said in a whisper

“Now give me that beautiful smile” he said pouting

“Shut up Chris” I said laughing

“There it goes!! My favorite” he said smiling with me

He turned me around and pulled me in tighter

“You’re amazing I can’t stress that enough” he said

“Thank you Chris” I responded pulling away from the hug

“Let me take you on a date” he said looking at me

“Okay, yeah I’d like that” I said getting shy

“Don’t get shy on me now Y/N” he said lifting my head up with his chin

“Lets go out tomorrow” he said looking at me

“Sure Chris” I said smiling

He smiled at me before wrapping his arm over my shoulder pulling me in and kissing my cheek

“Now let’s get back to having some fun” he said as we walked out his bathroom and he shut the light off.

We went back up to the living room where we continued to play games and watch movies. These guys were amazing…especially Chris

The End

Alright guys I hope you liked this one 😚 and I honestly think I’m going to open up my requests because I’m all out of ideas as of rn😭 LOVE YALLLL🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[watermelonsugacry]

have you done or thought of doing a 1D!yn on that one episode of icarly? i was thinking about it earlier and then i wondered if you’ve done it. i tried looking through your blog but i couldn’t find if you’ve done it yet. 🥰🥰

iGo One Direction

anon: Ok but do you remember when 1D went to iCarly? So what are some lines of bantmate!yn, and are there are some moments of harry and yn together...????

anon: very random because i know it was AGESSSS ago but was y/n in the icarly episode with the boys while in the band ?? the one where harry was “sick” ?? i always love when people write about the early 1d days so your writing is a GODSEND !! sorry if you’ve been asked about this before also xx

anon: omg i’ve never done an anon ask or anything so let’s hope this works! but i was wondering what 1dbandmember!reader was like when the boys did iCarly! i just feel like she would’ve been really funny on the show

A/N: yall really made me rewatch this huh? lol anways here's the long awaited icarly episode! yup, hope you all enjoy lovies! (2.6k)

SINCE 2010 MASTERLIST

The band sings in a line at the iCarly studio to do a soundcheck for What Makes You Beautiful. YN stands in the middle with Harry as they sing the chorus. 

YN was honestly pretty excited to be on the show, she has a secret love for acting. She first dabbled in the art when her secondary school teacher encouraged her to audition for the school’s production of Grease. The moody teenager instantly thought it was stupid and embarrassing (thoughts she didn’t shy away from telling Louis when he auditioned). Even though she was against the idea of acting herself, she still went to go support her best friend as he tried out. 

She instantly regretted it when the music teacher got all excited at the sight of her, over the moon at the thought of YN actually participating. So instead of telling the woman that assuming made one look like the first three letters of the word, she sighed and trudged her way up on stage to sing Hopelessly Devoted. 

The next day, she furrowed her eyebrows at the girls who glared at her as she walked down the hall. One even had the nerve to bump harshly into her shoulder as they passed her. As YN was about to throw down her books and pull the blonde girl’s hair out of her head, Louis lifted her up and spun her around in a tight hug from behind. 

“I can’t believe it! I didn’t think we’d actually get the parts! I mean, of course you did because even though I tell yeh your singing’s shit, it’s actually pretty good. Oh mate, this is so excitin’. S’kinda like our big break in a way. Just think, when we’re famous and all tha’, people are going to interview us here and—”

“Oi! Wait, wait, wait. What the hell are yeh going on about?”

“Did yeh not see the roster?

Next thing she knew, YN was shoving her way through the hallways to see that the cast list was hung up on the bulletin board outside the theater. Her eyes started at the bottom, hoping to see her name as Diner Girl #2 and praying it wouldn’t be next to the role she dreaded. 

She scanned the paper until her name was the second from the top right under Louis’s. After following the dotted line to the right side of the paper, she nearly passed out to find she got the role of none other than Sandy.

She wasn’t blonde or skinny enough like the other girls who auditioned. She wore beanies, ripped jeans and eyeliner. She covered her body any chance she got and there was no way they were going to force her to wear a dress, even if it only showed her ankles. 

After a few stern words to the music teacher and many words of encouragement (with reassurance of an understudy if YN wanted to drop out) back to her, she found herself secretly enjoying the role. She wasn’t scared to be on stage from being with her rock band for a little over a year, but she came to realize that acting wasn’t all that uncool as it was made out to be (not that she’d ever admit that though). If anything, it made her desire to be on stage grow even more.

So after the band finishes their song, the room claps and cheers in excitement. As they go about the scene, YN tries not to stare in awe at all the lights and cameras around her. It’s not like she hasn’t been exposed to this type of equipment before, she’s used to it now more than ever, but she’s just too caught up in her secret excitement of professional acting.

While the iCarly team goes to get sandwiches for the band, it was time for Gibby to occupy the band with his “sister’s” One Direction scrapbook. Even though her role and lines aren’t that major, she still tries to make her actions flow out naturally while simultaneously focusing on not messing up. 

Harry turns to YN and asks, “Is there any water around here?” 

“Um, over there.” She points over to the water bottle on Freddie’s camera equipment cart. Harry notices the decorations on the bottle’s pink covering. “Heh, handguns.”

After taking a drink, he makes a playful handgun motion with his hands. It makes YN shake her head with a smile on her face, her infamous eye roll coming out to make an appearance that he absolutely loves so much.

“And YN,” Gibby nervously coughs. “If you can just briefly mention how much you love Gib—erm Gurbie. I know she would really appreciate that.”

...

In their next scene, before they get ready to perform for the iCarly livestream, Harry sits on a chair in the middle of the room as he coughs badly with his arms over his stomach. YN stands behind Harry’s chair as she rubs his shoulders, pretending to comfort his sick form.

“I feel cold.” He coughs out.

“And thirsty.” He groans into his chest.

“Can somebody hold me?” Harry looks up and back at YN with a pouty lip.

YN, Louis and Niall all back away a bit with a collective no. It almost makes her give in by how good his acting is and the way his make-up was done makes his performance even that much more believable. 

And when Louis suggests that Harry drink some more water, it’s eventually revealed that Carly has unintentionally given him jungle worms through her water bottle.

Gibby tries to keep his cool demeanor for the sake of impressing YN but he eventually just comically starts crying his eyes out in a seat at the corner of the set stage. YN’s grateful when the director yells cut! so she can finally let out a laugh at the sight.

...

YN stands behind the monitors with the rest of the band as they watch Harry act out a scene in Carly’s bedroom. He’s “bedridden” only for wanting to be catered to and pampered by Carly. It’s been such a fun experience working on a TV show so far and YN’s mood has been up on Cloud 9. Not to mention how Harry’s a better actor than she initially thought. She remembers him telling her all about how he played Elvis when he was primary school so that therefore makes him an Oscar award winning actor. 

Just as her mind starts to wander into thinking of them doing other acting jobs further in their careers, her heart sinks a bit when she sees him reach out for Miranda’s hand and look at her lovingly. YN knows that it’s all for the scene, it’s all acting. She reminds herself that he’s not really infatuated with her and it’s all for a children’s TV show. 

So why does she feel jaw lock at the sight of him smiling at the actress like that? Wasn’t that smile only meant for her as she says something witty? 

She knows she shouldn’t feel this way about Harry, about her band mate in which she was not allowed to date under any circumstance under the band’s management contract. 

It’s not like he feels the same way anyways. At least that’s what she keeps telling herself.

...

At the Groovy Smoothie, Liam talks about how the band might have to cancel the shows they have in San Francisco due to Harry being ill. 

Sam is the one to point out that only reason he’s still in bed is because he’s merely acting sick just to keep being waited on hand and foot by Carly.

“No, that can’t be it.” Carly shakes her head dismissively.

“No, that actually makes a lot of sense.” YN points a knowing finger at the blonde girl.

“What do you mean?” Niall asks from her left.

“Sam’s right. If I was being treated the same way Carly has been treatin’ Harry, I sure wouldn’t wanna leave.” YN shrugs as she mindlessly plays with her pink straw. 

“I know a way we can get Harry up and at it again.” Freddie smirks.

“Hit him with ol’ butter sock?”

“Sam!” Carly scolds her best friend.

“Did she say butter sock?” Zayn starts.

“Is that a sock?” Liam continues.

“Full of butta’?” Louis furrows his eyebrows.

Once the group decides that the way to get Harry out of bed is to think he’s being replaced in the band, Carly and Freddie get up to get more smoothies for everyone. YN takes the opportunity to slide into Carly’s seat and lean over to Sam.

“Hey, can I ask yeh somethin’?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“So...” YN glances over her shoulder to make sure the other boys are too busy in their own conversation to pay attention to them. “How exactly do you use a butter sock?”

The laugh track plays and a smirk tugs itself onto Sam’s lips. She throws an arm over the pop star’s shoulder and lets out a content sigh, “Oh do I have so much to teach you, my friend.”

...

Harry sits in the iCarly studio in his pajamas and robe as he watches Gibby singing with the rest of the band as they rehearse What Makes You Beautiful with a horrified expression. It didn’t take that much acting on his part as he watches his crush’s hand be taken in Gibby’s, lifting their joined hands so she can give a twirl. 

He can’t help his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of her smiling and laughing up at the ‘new’ band member. Wasn’t he the only one to make her smile and giggle while they’re performing? Wasn’t the silly interactions during a song solely meant for them two? 

He reminds himself that it’s all for the scene, it’s all acting and nothing more. He keeps telling himself that he’s not actually getting replaced in the band by this guy, but it sure feels like it at this point as he watches his crush give the actor a playful roll of her eyes.

Once Harry hears his cue, he wastes no time standing up and snatching the microphone out of Gibby’s hand. After promising that he’s feeling better enough to perform for the live stream and leaves the room, the people in the room cheer at the success of their plan. 

“I can’t believe that worked!” Freddie sighs out with a smile.

“Wait, what worked?” Gibby asks with a mix of confusion and hurt. Everyone falls into a comedic silence and YN puts a comforting hand on the actor’s arm, giving him a sad smile.

...

The last scene they have to film is the band actually performing on the livestream. The cast and crew members of the show are all on the studio set as they prepare for the shot.

As YN is getting some last minute touch-up on her makeup, she tries not to pay too much attention to the way all of the females are surrounding Harry as they chat amongst themselves. This kind of attention surrounding him isn’t new at all and she finds that that bugs her the most. She knows aside from her, Harry gets a lot of attention, he's able to hold everyone he meets in the palm of his hand. He has people wrapped around his finger the second he starts talking to him but in the best way possible. It’s a natural reaction that one has no other option but to be pulled into.

So why does this icky, itchy feeling scrap its way under her skin at the sight of him talking to her again? YN knows she truly can’t be mad at Miranda (and thanks to all of her media training, the actress doesn’t suspect a single bad vibe from her) but she has no one else to blame, no one else to point the finger at, and she certainly won’t be accusing herself for her own jealous feelings. 

YN doesn’t want to think about how he might actually be developing a crush on the TV star. Was he merely acting while staring at Carly with heart eyes? Holding her hand with the same ones that would brush stray strands of hair away from her face when they were prancing around on stage? Or flash her a soft smile like the one he would give her when she ranted about a new song idea she wanted to write? She’s starting to doubt herself, she doesn’t know what to think.

But what she fails to realize is the fact that the same exact thoughts have been swimming around Harry’s head all day. YN doesn’t think much about the way she talks with the young actors from the show or the way she smiles brightly at something Nathan Kress said. She doesn’t what how his blood boiled at the sight of her hand on Gibby’s arm during their last scene or how she laughed, her eyes squeezed shut in the way he loves, at a joke the actor made after the director yelled cut!

So as the band waits backstage for their cue to make their way on the set to perform, Harry’s eyebrows shoot up when he feels a poke to his cheek, the same spot where his dimples appear when he smiles. YN feels the warmth in her chest come back when his dimples dig into his cheeks.

“Yeh did really good today,” YN whispers and he’s convinced she knows that flattery from her is his kryptonite. “To think that y’could’ve become a triple threat if yeh weren’t so shite at dancin’.”

Harry playfully pulls in his eyebrows and drags out a “Hey,” and it has its desired effect. Too cheesy to admit to himself, his knees go weak at the sight of her smile. “Heard we got the day off tomorrow. Wanna maybe go doing somethin’? Explore LA a bit?”

“Sorry, H but I can’t. ‘Ve already got plans with someone else actually.” And his heart sinks for the nth time today. He just hopes that it wasn’t any of the actor blokes from today.

“Oh, yeah. No worries. ‘Nother time then.” He gives her a tight lipped smile. She scrunches up her nose and looks forward as she hears their cue coming up soon.

“Yeah, this curly headed lad wants to take me explorin’ around LA. Just hoping he doesn’t take me bloody hiking. Me wee legs can’t go up them steep So Cal hills.”

Harry tucks his lips into his mouth to keep the silly, love sick smile from appearing on his face. All of the weight has been lifted from his shoulders at the realization that she was merely teasing him the entire time.

“But what if there was a trail he really wanted to take a look at? One he’s been dying to check out since coming to California?”

“Well he best be prepared to carry me the rest of the way down then.” She playful squishes his bicep through his blazer. “And by the looks of it, don’t think he can.” YN tries to keep her giggle as quiet as she possibly can when he hand teasingly reaches for the ticklish part of her neck.

There’s no trail he’s been dying to see and he certainly wouldn’t have made her hike with him if there actually was one. As long as he gets to spend time with her, whether that be walking along the streets of the city or wasting the day away in a hotel room, that was enough for him.

The two of them try to keep their smiles and glances at each other at bay as they perform the band’s first single on the iCarly set, hopeful that it will only add to the performance rather than having fans suspect anything more. 

Taglist:

@wobblymug @be-with-me-so-happily @ashtongivesmebutterflies @kiwiskiwiskiwi @darlingdesire @obsesseddd @hopefulwastelandcreation @cacapeepee @breezie-b00 @harrysfolklore @theekyliepage @sunshinemoonsposts @nervousspiderling @tbslonelyhes @tenaciousperfectionunknown @harrystylesrecs @certified-nalayak @itsjustsel @iknowyouthinkimbulletproof @gviosca @behindmygreyeyes @twobluejeans @allisonxmcu @theemeraldbutterfly @jean-love @marvellover-sam @b-reads-things @reveriehs @rach2602 @thurhomish @perrypughstyles 

[silkythewriter]

General dating headcanons for Legoshi, Louis, Gouhin, Yafya, and Gosha?

General dating headcanons for Legoshi, Louis, Gouhin, Yafya, and Gosha!

Summary: this is a General dating headcanons for Legoshi, Louis, Gouhin, Yafya, and Gosha! Enjoy <3

Author note: Hi! Okay so some of they characters I don’t know very well but I’ll try! So I apologize for any Grammar/Spelling mistakes or if they are OOC

Daily song suggestion:

🐺Legoshi🐜

This baby boy is so timid he’s very quiet so talking with him can be like talking to air because sometimes you don’t get a response. He’s not being rude don’t get me wrong! It’s just he’s spends so much time listening that he forgets to answer

He likes picking random flowers for you of any kind!, he even picks out all the little bugs for you but he just puts them on a new flower cause he doesn’t have the heart to hurt them

He doesn’t really like eating lunch together cause he has to show his sharp teeth and he gets scared if you look at them for to long, even if your a Carnivores or Omnivores it still triggers something inside him

You have to defend him from rude,nasty comments cause I feel like most of the time he won’t stand up for himself. He tells you not to cause he doesn’t want you to get insulted or worse but you have to reassure him your fine

If your comfortable with it he would love to show you the bugs he found and let you hold them! But if you don’t like bugs that’s completely fine too but if there’s one you want to kill he probably won’t do it he’ll just grab em and put it outside where it can touch you

Loves rambling about bug facts and such but if he notices you getting bored or he’s rambling for too long he’ll shut up right away

He does get protective if needed too even if your bigger then him and stronger that doesn’t matter to him he just worry’s a lot

Overall all a bit timid and shy but he will defend you when needed too he’s really sweet <3.

🦌Louis💵

First of all get ready to run from the angry fan girls if they ever find out about your relationship 🏃💨

You guys most likely keep it the relationship a secret for both of you and Louis sake and status because people would go wild if they found out about you guys

He’s a gentleman most of the time so expect him opening the doors for you or giving you flowers and other stuff even if your a man or non-binary etc

Loves buying you small or big things like roses to chocolates or a Diamond ring or anything else you can want, You can also ask and he’ll gladly buy you whatever you need!

Makes you always watch his performances he always save you a seat in the front row just so he can make sure your there he says he preforms better knowing your there

I feel like he’s one of those boyfriends that when you text them about ANYTHING his already there even if he isn’t needed like let’s say you texted “I love you” he’ll show up at your door with gifts to say I love you back

He loves playing with your hair/fur it’s soothing to him he’ll even detangle anything ( with Care of course ) also loves to put something in it to decorate it like flowers and such

He makes sure your under control and is kinda strict sometimes like let’s say your up at 1AM or so he’ll force you to go to sleep because it’s important to get a full nights rest even if he sometimes doesn’t get it himself

Overall a very chill and caring boyfriend but can be distant sometimes but most of the times he’s always there for you!

🐼Gohin🎋

I feel like he’s very blunt about stuff so if he doesn’t like it or feels annoyed by someone/something he won’t hesitate to speak up about it

Im guessing he somewhat knows medical stuff so he will definitely take care of you himself if the injury isn’t that major

Doesn’t let you go out alone ESPECIALLY at night thats when the streets get even more dangerous

Depending on how long you guys are in a relationship, he’ll let you trace he’s scar you just gotta be careful

Legoshi once met you by accident in the store and you guys talked for a bit before you started talking about your boyfriend

I feel like he’s actually probably a good cook so he’ll definitely show you how to cook or just make you something

Gives you a small pocket knife when ever you go alone just in case he gets worried

Won’t ambit it but loves when you rub his head or ears it soothes him a lot

Overall a bit over protective but for good reasons he knows how cruel the world can be and he just wants to protect you from it

WARNING:The characters below are EXTREMELY outta character I’m assuming cause I know basically nothing about them cause I just got into the fandom a few weeks ago so I apologize! So sorry!

🐴Yafya⚖️

He seems nice and friendly but behind the scenes i feel like he isn’t much

Like Gohin he’s probably protective aswell and just a inch more intense

He lets you brush his his mane once in awhile when you guys have time to chill out with each other!

Maybe a romantic? I’m not sure but he’s definitely get you some gift here and there as a surprise!

“Why the long face?” “Y/n I swear to god if you say that one more time-“

He has many enemies so due to that he most definitely has to keep this relationship under wraps and has to make you Care at least a small weapon Just in case something happens

he barely eats any un healthy, he basically only eats healthy foods he won’t force you to join but he would love if you did he’d even make some food for you!

He sometimes likes to put his coat on you when you get cold so you don’t freeze

Overall a pretty good boyfriend! Just hard to be with due to all the enemies he has but you guys make it work

🦎Gosha🦎

He’s real calm and probably has a lot of patience especially if you guys are fighting or your mad

Legoshi loves you to death and likes to hang out with you when he can

I don’t know much about him but I feel like he has a past you probably do t know about and probably one he doesn’t wanna tell you

Like Legoshi he’s probably someone who would rather avoid conflict than face it head-on so in arguments it could be a bit annoying

Even with this in mind when it comes to his family he’d put that aside he cares about them deeply

He spends most of his time with you and would probably like to stay that way I feel like he wouldn’t mind hanging around other people but he’d prefer to stay around you most of the time

Overall a bit like legoshi I think they kinda share the same personality in my eyes

Sorry this took so long! I’ve had a busy week also sorry if they are OOC I’ve only been in this fandom for a bit so I don’t know much about the characters I still hope you enjoyed!

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

oohh i love number 2 on ur ideas list .. im pretty deep in my twdg hyperfixation rn so id love that x clem, marlon and louis maybe? happy to see theres still writers for the game

(Hello anon! Thank you for requesting and I jist finished it so here ya go! Enjoy!)

CLEM, MARLON AND LOUIS WITH INTIMIDATING READER

CLEMENTINE

She wasn't scared of you

But she wasnt that trusting with you

She didn't think ill of you, just didn't really know you

But you very much so did have her attention

You were pretty hard to miss

With the height, numerous tattoos, scars along your body and what seemed to be a permanent scowl on your face

When she was new to the school her eyes immediately caught you, you had been lugging some firewood in the courtyard and when you looked up caught her eyes

She had been staring at you, what she didn't know was that you had also been staring at her

She did have quite the introduction

But you also noticed how she acted towards you, you got it though

You were a stranger after all and growing up you always knew people acted different around you

You knew it was about how you looked, made you a bit sad but what could you do about it?

Until she finally actually spoke to you

Clem looked around the courtyard, every one here was different but she immediately noticed the one person who looked to be 6'0, maybe even taller.

'Holy hell.' She then noticed the tattoos, the scars and you turned around. Fuck, you looked right at her. She had been caught.

But she wasn't very alarmed when you squinted at her, your face forming a bit of a scowl. She wasn't scared, but kinda made a mental note that you weren't someone to be messed with.

After time went on she saw more and more of you, when speaking to you, you were a bit blunt and cold. So she got the hint, thinking you didn't like her. 

Didn't bother her that much, but it did bother you.

You felt a bit guilty when you were a bit rude, you didn't mean to but you were sorta anxious. When Minnie and Sophie went missing you guys hadn't seen anyone else, and then she just came outta nowhere.

You liked her but you also thought she didn't like you and you wouldn't blame you. You also knew a part was your appearance, you knew from literally anyone at the school you came off as intimidating.

Lots of kids were scared of you, hell, Tenn was terrified of you for a while, not Willy. He was a weirdo. So you were shocked when after a few days AJ came up to you, asking to play a random game.

And you happily accepted.

Clem had walked out the admin building, looking for AJ when she spotted him. But with you, she wasn't shocked, more surprised as you held a small firefighter toy in your hand and played along with AJ's dialogue for his game.

She walked over, looking at the sight amused.

"What's going on?" She asked, AJ and you looking up as the boy smiled. "Y/n said they would play firefighter with me!" He smiled, Clem softly smiling at the boy as you chuckled.

"AJ!" Tenn called out, you all looking over as he waved his friend over to him. AJ lit up, immediately going to his friend and leaving you two alone.

"Thanks, for playing with him. You didn't have to." Clem thanked, looking over at you as you shrugged. "No problem, he reminds me of my little brother." You smiled, chuckling a bit as Clem looked at you surprised.

Not only did you enjoy playing with AJ, but you were smiling and laughing?

"You had a little brother?" She asked, sitting on the picnic table beside you. You hummed, nodding your head a bit as you leaned back on your hands. "Yeah, I lost him a while back. I think at the beginning?"

"Sorry about that." Clem said, sympathetic as you waved her off. "It's cool, he just reminds me of him." You smiled at her, your eyes soft as she returned the smile.

You then saw Vi waving you over, sighing you sat up and hopped off the table. As you walked away you waved over your shoulder.

"See ya around, Clem."

She shook her head with a small smile, her eyes lingering on you as your frame got smaller.

She realized that even with your intimidating appearance, you weren't actually. Hard to be when a 6 year old asks you to play firefighters. Maybe she was wrong about you, you were pretty cool in her book.

LOUIS

The boy was fucking terrified of you

I mean who wouldn't?! 

When you first woke up after being taken in with Clem and AJ you were scowling at everything!

You also at one point had a knife to his neck

You were like a caged lion on steroids when you woke up from the crash

You started a ruckus the moment you woke up and didnt see neither AJ nor Clem in the room with you

They were all you had so you panicked, and you had a hidden knife in your boot so you took it out

Louis was unluckily the one in the room first and as he entered he was thrown against the wall, knife to his neck as he looked up at you terrified

You were tall as hell too, towering over Louis by a bit

He didn't hate you, he understood why you acted the way you did

Also you were pretty but he didn't wanna get on your bad side

Didn't wanna find out what it was like on it

You didn't smile a lot, he heard how you talked with AJ and Clem, all soft

He also noticed the way you would take care of AJ, when someone even looked at any of you wrong thry always met your glare

Kinda scary when a 6'3, tatted, scar filled and muscular teen is standing behind the ones behind thrown dirty looks

He sorta wished he got to see that soft side of you but understood why he didn't

He loved your tattoo's though

Thought they were amazing pieces of art

And he kinda wanted to know the stories behind the scars

But he knew they eere probably personal

He didn't think he would get close to you at all

Until a game of war…

You, Clem, Louis, Vi and Marlon were all playing war the first night after you guys had woken up. You noticed the looks the others gave you, but eh, who cared?

Louis had noticed your look, you were intimidating as hell with the height. He could tell you had been through some things, you had the scars to prove it.

But as you all played war he saw you come out of your shell a bit, but when he was really in awe was when you laughed.

He had made a small joke, the others laughing while Vi gave a sarcastic remark, he laughed too before he abruptly stopped. There was an unfamiliar sound mixed in, your laugh.

He slowly looked over at you, seeing the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. You were laughing, holding your side a bit as your smile was a bit crooked.

You were laughing? At his joke?!

He stared at you like you were a goddess/god for a moment before a smile broke out on his face. He made a promise to himself he would make you laugh as much as he could.

And he succeeded, something he is now and always will be proud of. Cause he got the intimidating, scar filled, tattoo covered goddess/god to laugh. If that ain't an accomplishment he doesn't know what is.

MARLON

He was sorta put off by you

He didn't hate you, just didn't know you

He was mostly intimidated, you were way taller than him and he was one of the tallest at the school

But that doesn't mean he didn't absolutely love your tattoos

Even if he didnt know you he loved 'em

Before it all he had been into all those heavy metal, punk bands and all that

You sorta gave him a feeling of nostalgia when around, he liked it

He thought you would be a great addition to the school

And he had been right

Ever since they found you roaming the woods, taking out walkers left and right

It took a while to convince you but eventually they came back with you in tow

It took a while to get used to having you around, you were cold and blunt at first with a glare on your face

But that was because you were in a new place, you took a while to settle in but you were grateful they gave you a chance

And Marlon one day realized you were actually not that bad

Thanks to Rosie

Marlon had been looking for Rosie for a bit. The dog had run off and he hadn't been able to find her at all.

He tried everything, asking everyone and nobody seemed to have found her. But he also noticed you weren't there either, kinda suspicious.

He walked around the admin building, looking around for her before sighing as he began to walk back. He then paused his step, hearing the sound of laughter and Rosie's familiar bark.

He was confused, looking around the corner before freezing at the sight of you tossing a stick and Rosie coming back with it, her jumping up a bit and accidently knocking you down, barking before starting to lick your face.

You laughed. "Rosie!" You giggled, trying to cover your face as you got mud on your clothes. You then shrugged, you'll wash them later. You then began to scratch behind Rosie's ears, the dog laying on her side as you began to scratch her belly.

From by the wall Marlon watched surprised. You were so cold but when with Rosie you seemed so nice and sweet? He didn't know what to feel but couldn't help but smile.

You actually looked peaceful as you sat on the ground with Rosie, scratching her belly as the sun began to set. 

He actually liked it, he would like seeing you like this more. You didn't seem to care that you were getting dirty, playing with his dog and tossing a stick.

Hey, maybe he'll join you guys one day. But for now, he'll just watch from a distance.

[louisisalarrie]

wow there is an insane amount of Larry articles now holy moly and even if some of their info is incorrect, well, it still brings attention to them.

to be fair, Louis could appease a lot of people by saying “yes, Harry and I dated very briefly during the early 1d days, but we didn’t go public with it and then broke up because of the pressure and I met me gf Eleanor” to literally:

1. not out all the stunts

2. somewhat out him and Harry as potentially still being queer

3. seeding a future coming out by “rekindling the romance” so it’s gently introduced prior to the GP as opposed to a denial

4. let antis and solos believe Larry isn’t real anymore so they don’t feel lied to

5. confirm larries’ beliefs

6. Receive public sympathy if the statement says “we were young and scared and it didn’t work out” or something along those lines

This strategy would make his life easier, his promo bigger, help with the fact people think Harry is queerbaiting if he’s actually seen as queer, make Louis not seem like a homophobe but a vulnerable real person, and would cover all bases.

Now, why would louis not want to do that? Well… there’s a couple of reasons, but I think the main ones are:

1. If they come out about it, he doesn’t want to lie. He doesn’t want to say he and Harry weren’t closeted and that they didn’t fight for their love, and not expose Simon and the industry executives for their awful behaviour

2. Harry and him are still together, they want to come out together, and they’re waiting for the right time (post stunts ending)

Now some of you may say “but… Louis doesn’t want Larry to take away from his career that he’s building, he wants to do it separate from that” and okay, fair point, but not after this denial. This proves 150% that his team, as a last resort, will bring up Larry to boost his promo. If he really was bothered by it, he wouldn’t bring it up. It wouldn’t connect them back together. And you wanna know something?

His denial would have had to be approved by Harry and his team.

Yep, this isn’t just Louis spouting a denial for promo off his own back. This is in collaboration with Harry’s team. With Harry’s fame and this linking them together in a way that will affect his fandom and bring him a large amount of publicity that he may not want, it needs to be approved by his team.

This isn’t just a random person claiming to have slept with Harry, it’s not a random person spouting some bullshit about Harry… his team don’t care about a lot of rumours. They let them slide because some of them just aren’t big enough or scandalous enough to care about, and it keeps him in the headlines. But the Larry thing goes waaaaay back. It makes people become larries and dig into it when this shit is online. It jeopardises Harry’s current stunt. It threatens to out him and a long line of massively important music industry professionals. It’s been an ongoing thing for like 13 years now.

Harry doesn’t comment on it, because he doesn’t need to. He doesn’t need more promo. He doesn’t want to jeopardise his image that hints that he’s queer. It doesn’t affect Louis’ image to that degree due to previous stunts and denials.

So… yeah.

Harry’s team approved the denial. Louis approved to be asked about it and released it as edited and pre recorded for promo as soon as he left LATAM. It’s rehearsed. Let’s push on and keep this all in mind.

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Texas angst?

Why of course :)

Despite what he might tell you, his immune system is absolute sh*t and he gets sick a lot, though he usually works it off and there’s a 50/50 chance as to whether it gets better or worse.

^sorta related to the hc above: heat exhaustion. Yeah. He’s suffered from it on more than one occasion yet he still works outside when it’s boiling hot for WAY too long.

^oh yeah he also has asthma but refuses to use his inhaler cuz he’s afraid of being seen as week. Same goes for his iron supplements and meds that his therapist gave him.

If he gets into a serious fight that’s going too far, either the person he’s fighting has to give up, or someone has to separate them. There’s no other way for it to end. Texas is going to fight till his very last breath, and would rather die than accept defeat.

poor baby is insecure about the little bit of pudge on his lower belly 😔

(this is sorta happy but also sad-ish) whenever Texas is missing his mom, who’s name was Maria, he’ll go sit down on the beach and just stare out onto the ocean for hours since it reminds him of her (not to mention, the name "Maria" means "of the sea"). He also named his chihuahua Maria, after his mother.

He hates that he has to listen to what his government tells him to do, but if he doesn’t, his handlers will hurt them. One of the worst parts is, is that Texas thinks that they’re allowed to do this. The State Handlers are NOT, under ANY circumstances, allowed to harm the states. Texas doesn’t know this. Even if he did, he’s too scared to tell anyone.

Texas cannot handle seeing any animals die. He can’t. He will cry. Even if it’s a movie. Oklahoma tried teasing him about it and Louisiana nearly strangled him for it. Everyone needs a Loui in their life. (TW: s3lf h4rm and dr^g and 4lcoh0l mention under the cut, but I’m also gonna include some normal hc’s cuz why the hell not)

Texas does alot of stuff that he doesn’t know counts as self harm (ex: taking REALLY hot showers, biting himself, pulling at his hair, not eating for extended periods of time, etc…).

I’m not gonna say he smokes weed and cigarettes, but I’m not gonna say he doesn’t.

Yes he does in fact drink alcohol to numb the pain.

Normal-ish hc’s!

If you decide to ask what’s in his cup, prepare to be mildly horrified (or not). What’s in his cup? Well dear reader. Straight up whiskey, at least 10 shots of caffeine and espresso, a few red bulls and a C4 (the energy drink). This man is not okay (i promise) /ref

To the surprise of pretty much the whole statehouse, Texas does in fact listen to hyperpop, ESPECIALLY Odetari and 6arelyhuman (fun fact: they’re both from Texas. Yeah.). Sometimes you’ll hear him muttering under his breath: "hey scene sl*t we’re still cutting tonight, that’s why my wrists are so sore-". The only state that wasn’t surprised was surprisingly Louisiana. Cuz him and Texas make song recommendations to each other and they have the same music taste (except Loui doesn’t listen to country alot-).

Texas👏Does👏Trickriding👏. It👏Terrifies👏The👏Others👏.

He also makes knives and daggers out of random rocks his finds and he’s (not)surprisingly good at it.

^he makes slime too and you can pry that off my dead cold hands.

Me when,, me when I torture the blorbos,,, 👉👈 (I’m so notsorry):

[strawbs-screaming]

random punch out headcanons for the soul because eughhhhhh

i need me some inspo, INSPO!!!

- bald bull actually makes those bull sounds unintentionally, it kinda runs in his family and has been with him since his childhood

- super macho man pretends to be suprised by people telling him he looks old (even though hes dilfbaiting) and acts offended by it when he actually sees it as a good thing

- Glass Joe used to work as a receptionist in a hospital before his boxing career, And by that i mean the kind that just chews gum and wouldnt give a shit if you came in bleeding to death, minus the long nails and dangly earings

- whenever aran sees a Hippo or anything Hippo-themed he just goes "OH MY GOD KING HIPPO İS HERE!" And its become an ongoing joke within the wvba

- von kaiser prefers cold food to warm food, he just kinda likes how it tastes

- Disco kid's voice cracks a lot thanks to him going to concerts often & screaming his soul out, my man changes between 4 pitches while trying to talk to anyone

- mr sandman sometimes casually rips off his locker door when hes pissed, not "im going to murder someone" kind of pissed but "i need to throw something" kind of pissed, his locker door just turns to dust whenever someone breathes too hard on it now

- soda popinski used to make "potions" during his childhood like 99% of us, the only difference is he actually drank those

- Doc Louis once accidentally dated Mac's biology teacher, when Mac found out he lost his shit (in the meaning that hes both mad & finds it funny) but it didnt work out and now biology class for Mac is way more awkward now

- don flamenco once ate a entire pack of strawberry flavored melatonin gummies without realizing it, slept for 1 day and a half

- gabby jay has a basement full of weird stuff, going from vintage record players to an organ with 3 Disco balls for some reason

- heike sends positive good morning messages in any groupchat hes in, with the sparkly effects & flowers and stuff

- hoy quarlow can actually play the piano, he uses it to his advantage to scare people during halloween, imagine this: some sweet old man looking like a fossil is just casually approaching a piano before unleashing so much talent that every composer in their graves start crying

[artzychic27]

And now a random post that totally doesn’t explain my current feelings by using Marc

Alix: Tell him! Do it!

Nathaniel: I don’t want to! I’m scared!

Ismael: It’s either you, his doting boyfriend he’d never hurt, or us. Just give us the signal and we’ll get him in The Box. Now go! *Pushes Nathaniel into the art classroom and shuts the door*

Nathaniel: … Uh… Rainbow?

Marc: *Looks up from his journal* Oh, hey Nath. What’s up?

Nathaniel: Um… So… AO3 is down.

Marc: Yeah, that sucks. I was right in the middle of this really good fic, but it’ll be back up in an hour or two.

Nathaniel: … Actually, Rainbow… Sweetie pie… Light of my life, my love and reason I get up every morning… There was a… DdoS attack… And… AO3 might be down for… A while…

Marc: *Creepy head tilt* … I do not understand the words you are saying…

Nathaniel: … Well…

*Outside*

Aurore: *Holding a cattle prod* How do you think it’s going?

*Before anyone could answer, a crash is heard*

Alix: GET THE FUCK IN THERE, PEOPLE! MOVE!

Marc: I’LL BURN EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE! *Chucks a table out of the window* WHO THE FUCK DO THESE BLOODY CUCKS THINK THEY ARE?! SO MANY OF MY STORIES ARE ON THERE, AND THEY HAVE THE FUCKING GALL TO DO THIS!

*Denise and Ivan tackle Marc to the floor and restrain him*

Nathaniel: They’re just gonna have you rest in The Box for a while, Rainbow. It’ll be okay.

Marc: *Getting dragged away* NOOOOOOO! I’LL BURN THIS FUCKING CITY TO THE GROUND! *Headbutts Ivan, bites Denise’s arm, and escapes while the teachers chase him down* YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!

Adrien: Uh… What’s The Box?

Nino: Oh, just something the school had made when Marc couldn’t access AO3 for… For like a week.

Adrien: How long did he stay in there?

Nino: A week.

Denise: *Bleeding from their arm* It’s pretty brutal.

Adrien: Denise! You’re bleeding!

Denise: Oh, I don’t think it’s as bad as last time… I hear colors.

Louis: *Getting choked by Marc* You have the shot! Take the shot!

M. Grotke: *Shooting tranquilizers at Marc* I am taking the shot! He’s resisting! These things are supposed to take out Clydesdales!

*One hour later*

Meme. Mendeleiev: Okay, Nath. You know the drill. Here’s his lunch, and your tranq gun. *Hands Nathaniel a lunch tray and a tranquilizer gun*

Alya: Why does he need a tranq gun?!

Marinette: Did you not see Marc rip a door off of its hinges?

Mme. Mendeleiev: Remember, if you miss, play dead, and he’ll lose interest. Godspeed. *Pushes Nathaniel into the basement and shuts the door*

Nathaniel: Okay, it’s just like last time. Nothing to worry about. *Approaches a glass box in the middle of the room, and standing dead center in it is Marc in a prison jumpsuit*

Marc: Hello, Clarisse.

Nathaniel: Really?

Marc: What? Just trying to lighten the mood. Come onnn! Let me out! I promise, I won’t try to murder anyone this time. Don’t you trust me?

Nathaniel: Marc, of course I trust you. But you just need to calm down until AO3 is back up. For God’s sake, we almost lost Louis.

Marc: … Okay. That’s fine. I get it… Why don’t you be a dear and slide that tray in?

Nathaniel: Sure. *He opens a small glass door and starts sliding the lunch tray through it, only for Marc to grab his wrist* MARC! WHAT THE HELL?!

Marc: LET ME OUT OF HERE! I’LL MAKE OUT WITH YOU UNTIL YOU’RE SICK OF ME!

Nathaniel: *Yanks his arm away* There is a laptop next to you! You can read Wattpad, Fanfiction.Net, or Quotev. Love you, nutcase. *Blows him a kiss and leaves*

Marc: YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO PEOPLE! THERE’S NOTHING ON WATTPAD BUT STORIES WRITTEN BY EMO MIDDLE SCHOOLERS! IT’S ALL BAD!

[itismarvelicious]

A very random idea for Knives Out 3 (: Knot Knot)

Gasp of horror.

The lights turn on. “Benoit?” Phillip calls as he rushes from what we realise is a hotel bedroom - cottage style, the walls made of grey stones, the windows frame made of wood and the curtains a see-through yellow cotton - to the bathroom right outside the bedroom, in the corridor. “What is it, dear?”

Benoit stands frozen in the doorway. “There is no bath.”

Phillip brings a hand to his chest and chuckles a sigh of relief. “You had me scared for a second. I thought you’d walked on a dead body. Or found a threatening message written with blood on the mirror.”

Benoit, obviously in shock, was not listening. “Where am I going to smoke my cigar, Philip?”

“You have grown an addiction.” And he did not mean the cigar.

“I mean, the shared bathroom, I could deal with, but…”

“Excuse-me,” a voice says behind them. They turn, to face a young woman. “Are you using the bathroom?” she asks.

Benoit makes a weird face as he realises that, actually, a shared bathroom he may not be able to deal with. Phillip responds, “Not at all, you are free to use it.” Then, with a hand on Benoit’s back, as he leads him in the corridor back to their bedroom. “Come, we have to unpack. Surely you can manage three days without a bath.”

“Oh, of course. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a lovely place Coleen has picked.”

“Isn’t it? I cannot believe it is the very first holiday we are taking since…” Phillip’s face turns pale.

Benoit winces. “Don’t worry. There will be no murders at our niece’s wedding. What is this?” He frowns now, as he retrieves a squared painting from the suitcase.

“It’s my gift to Coleen and Louis.”

“That was meant for them?”

Phillip is an artist. In the recent years however, especially since the lockdown, he’d… started experimenting out of his usual range. It seems for this one, he’d intended to use every possible colour in the world, and graduated them in line, from lightest to darkest. There is no sense in his paintings and particularly this one. For Benoit, who tries to make sense out of everything, it is always the weirdest thing to witness.

“Why? Do you have something to say about it?”

“Not at all.”

“What is your gift, anyway?”

“A bottle of Dubonnet that belonged to Her Majesty the Queen herself.”

“Right. Of course.”

Some time later in the movie…

Knock knock.

The bathroom door is locked. Phillip sighs. Benoit was right. Shared bathrooms are an awful thing. He should know about it - he barely has access to the one in his own flat. It’s always taken over by Benoit.

Knock knock. Phillip knocks again. “Is somebody in here?”

No one replies. Jeez. Well he might as well go back to the party and use the bathroom there. Or perhaps one of the other gîtes are open. In any case - he has to go back outside to enter the buildings.

Phillip crosses the garden - the size of a park. It seems odd, after all, to enter other people’s gites, so he decides to go back to the party so to use the reception’s bathroom.

He knows Benoit is still at the party but he makes a point of passing in front of him without saying anything. Because he’s still angry with him. The reason why Phillip had decided to go to bed early.

Still, Benoit follows him to the bathroom.

“Phillip,” he says. The door closes behind him on its own. “I thought you were going to bed.”

“I am. Our bathroom is taken.”

“How so?”

“It’s locked. I kept knocking but no one was replying.”

Benoit frowns. Phillip swears he could see his eyes brighten. “I am going to have a look.”

Phillip puts his hands on his hips and stares at his lover. “I cannot believe this.”

Benoit blinks. “Now, what?”

“You´re jumping on the opportunity to solve a stupid bathroom mystery, but when I offered you to walk around the garden with me, you preferred to stay and talk about all your murder quests to anyone who would hear you!” And everyone did listen.

“Is that why you’re angry?”

Phillip crosses his arms and looks away. “It’s not.”

Benoit rolls his eyes. “Then come. We are going to take a walk in the garden… as we head to the bathroom.”

“Such a romantic walk.”

“It is about the journey, not the destination.”

Phillip cannot help but smile.

…

Knock knock.

Still, no one replies.

Knock knock.

“Have you tried to open it?” Benoit asks as he puts his hand on the handle.

“Of course I have.”

Benoit turns the handle.

The door opens.

Phillip gasps of horror.

“I thought so,” Benoit just says. “Phillip. Phillip?”

Phillip is frozen.

“Phillip. I need you to call the police.”

Phillip nods. “Right. Of course.”

“Stay in the corridor. Do not leave my side.”

As Phillip does so, Benoit kneels.

In the middle of the puddle of blood, around the woman’s body, are multiple pieces of glass.

“You asshole,” Benoit grunts.

His fucking bottle of Dubonnet.

This came out of my head out of nowhere as I was simply just considering seeing more of the Benoit/Phillip pairing in the next movie.

´Kay. Bye.

[fortunatetragedy]

I would like to know more about royston, please tell me everything about him

Just kidding he would kill both of us if I told you everything about him. Here's like, a snowman's worth of avalanche.

(I had to redo his picrew bc he was wearing a women's blouse in the other one. Could have been explained by his stealing Gott's clothes.)

Here is the first song from Royston's nonexistent playlist, so you have something to listen to while a Greek chorus talks shit about Royston:

Where is he from?

"New York? Maybe? How old is that sumbitch, anyway?"

"I hear his old man went missin' back in '31 and his ma died pret soon after. Law never found either of 'em."

"All I know is he been in Chicago since '42. Him and that sister of his. Shame what happened to her."

"Ah, nah, see, he'll say he's from Chicago, but that's on account of he don't want you knowin' he's from New York. I hear he killed his uncle, and that's why he and the sister left."

"Royston ain't even his real name. I hear he picked it off a gravestone."

What is he known for?

"He killed Eli in Georgia back in '48. Bout a dozen miners heard 'im do it, and they was all too scared of him to intervene. Ain't from Georgia though. He SOUNDS Yank."

"Heard he ran with General Harrington's band, after he done Eli in. Harrington's lieutenant saw him kill a man in a roadhouse in about three seconds flat. Not sure what kinda knife. Wasn't a gun, though. They say he won't learn how to shoot."

"You're fixin' to duel him? Son, look, he might weigh less than a goddamn beer keg but he's quick, and he's crazy. I don't think he feels pain. You ever seen him laugh after gettin' slashed across the face you'd know exactly what I'm talkin' about. If you fight him, he will kill you."

"Whatever you do, don't let yourself get caught alone in a room with him, neither. You heard what he done to John Dillinger? I don't know what manner of disagreement them two had after they went upstairs, but one of them needed his guts sewn up and the other one they buried without his pecker."

"I hear he got orders of conscription while he was in Missouri and joined back up with Harrington instead. Don't surprise me none. I can't see that man swearin' loyalty to anyone or anything."

Relevant to Doom Metal Love Story:

"Oooh, you ain't heard what he done to Lon Huston? I was there, they was playin' cards and Lon got all riled up, flipped over a card table, splashed hot lamp oil all down the side of his face. Now I don't know Royston to be a cheat, but he did stab Huston on the way out the roadhouse. In his shootin' hand. Steer clear of him."

"You know Thomas Mathis? Widower, won't say boo to anybody? Hell of a miner, got himself a job prospectin' for the railroad? Won't take money from Royston anymore. Doesn't matter how big of an investment he needs. Says he did it one time, back in St. Louis, and somethin' went wrong during a meeting. Mathis left the room, sat with it a while, and then took himself back home. Now, Mathis, he won't say nothin' else against the man's name, you know how he is, but one night when he was in his cups I heard him say he wouldn't be surprised if it turned out Arthur Royston was the Devil."

"Heard him say he's headed to Dakota. I have no idea what he's doin' out there but I hope he stays there. Jesus, that man gives me the willies."

"Nah, he's in Kansas now. Says he had to meet someone."

"Kansas? Shoot, that means Lon'll be right along behind, don't it?"

Random facts that come from me, not the thousands of people he's pissed off in the last 45 years:

He is a Gemini.

He was 6' tall in the first four drafts; in the fifth (current) draft he's 5'4".

He taught himself to read, but does not know how to write.

He always has at least 5 knives on him: one in his boot, three strapped to his calf, and a hunting knife that changes places depending on whether he wants people to know he's armed or not.

Needs but does not wear glasses -> gets migraines.

Royston would be diagnosed with ADHD if he was alive today.

I realized Royston had psychopathic traits during the second draft. This clashed with his insistence that he loved Sullivan. This is what I mean when I joke about him lying to me.

Royston is a level 10 homosexual.

Royston is a feminist. (I would write a novella just about him and Melanie Gott ngl.)

He should be dead. His blood type is FUCK YOU and Sullivan wouldn't let me kill him in draft 3 (I didn't believe Royston when he insisted he loved Sullivan. I was going to figuratively nuke him at the midpoint) so here he is. Trying every single moment he's awake to be less of a piece of shit for Sullivan's sake.

[blouisparadise]

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1) Wild And Exciting (I'm Breaking You Down) | Explicit | 2200 words | 🍑

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The tug and pull of the collar around his neck has him gasping for  air but he's so hard under the knickers, and Harry's rubbing soothing  circles into the soft give of his hip while murmuring praise and he  really, really doesn't want to disappoint him.

2) Sugar Cube | Explicit | 5015 words | Sequel | 🍑

Louis is fine. He knew this would happen. He knows. The  beat up laptop stuffed under his mattress can attest to how much porn  he’s watched and hell, he’s been on his knees in a piss stained alley  for a few tenners. He’s not some scared blushing virgin.

Except. He kind of is.

3) Your Pain (Is Mine Now) | Explicit | 5184 words

“Stay still for me, baby,” Harry murmurs, completely unaware of how such an easy command affects Louis’s ability to think.

The tattoo gun buzzes away over Louis's chest, the job an easy touch up to his chest piece to smooth out the lines of calligraphy he hastily got some random to do before he was aware how much there was to know about tattoo artistry. Becoming friends with Zayn made him realise he could do a bit better next time he wanted some ink done, and in the meantime he’d recommended Harry to go over and darken the faded ink. It was supposed to be quick and painless. A no brainer.

“There’s a good boy.” Harry’s hand swipes over the area to cleanse away extra ink and spotty bits of blood.

Louis closes his eyes to hide how they roll into the back of his head.

4) Close Your Eyes Before The Sleep | Explicit | 15851 words | 🍑

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The Coffee Shop AU where Louis falls too fast for Harry. Featuring Zayn  as Louis' long-suffering roommate, Niall as the life of any party, and Nick as the boyfriend that gets in the way of true love.

5) I Been Feeling High When I Touch Your Body | Not Rated | 16947 words | 🍑

Harry is a boxer, Louis is an architect and Liam is the worst cupid that could ever exist.

6) Now I Think That I Could Love You Back| Explicit | 42255 words

“I do not care if she banishes me to my chambers for a month or the rest of the year, you two must see reason,” Louis protests, feeling a minor fit coming on. “He is nothing but an insufferable, cocky, cloddish, pitiful excuse for an Alpha, and he deserves to live the rest of his days in solitary, not me.”

“My, my, what an array of abuse. I surely would loath to be this inadequate excuse of an Alpha you speak of, but alas I cannot relate to possessing such deficiency,” a honey-glazed voice drips out from behind Louis, and the omega can feel the steam pouring over, ready to burst out of his already flushed ears.

7) What Hell You Put Me Through | Explicit | 59508 words | 🍑

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Louis needs a place to stay. Harry makes a mistake. A few, actually.

8) Sleeping On Our Problems | Explicit | 67429 words

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

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

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

9) Submarine From Hell | Mature | 76049 words

When Louis and Harry are the first omega and alpha, respectively, to become submariners, they have to find a way to survive lethally too strong suppressants while being forced to live in confined quarters with each others. In a submarine among betas, they decide to risk their blind noses by stopping all suppressants, but eventually, they must find a way to survive their heat and ruts, all while not getting killed in combat.

10) Rogue | Not Rated | 94992 words | 🍑

Louis is a rogue Omega who's suffered through rejection and abuse for  the biggest part of his life. He stumbles onto the Styles pack, quite possibly the kindest one he's ever met.

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[rosesrflo]

Hello ! I've recently finished watching yuumori and was really hoping to see HC about several of the characters. I really love Liam btw ... That man has me wrapped in his fingers I swear 😳! Could I please request (if you have time ^^) Sherlock and Liam ( add anyone else you want too , ) with a s/o who has terminal illness and hasn't told them because they don't want to worry them but they catch them while taking them at some point ?

Feat; Sherlock, William (MTP). Genre; angst no comfort

Prompt; ❛❛Why didn’t you tell me?!❞ Warnings; fainting, GN!reader, bleeding

Desc; IN WHICH your illness begins to take a toll on you more and more, until one day your little secret gets uncovered by the one you didn’t want to find out.

SHERLOCK;

Good luck slipping past this man and his range of medical knowledge, you saw how he examined that corpse on ‘The Noahtic.’

But say you did manage to hide your illness from him.

He may have suspected something was going on with the consistent doctor appointments or maybe the ‘cold medicine’ you always kept from his reach might have gotten him thinking as well.

Despite him questioning all these things, he didn’t overthink it.

Until you suddenly collapsed in the middle of a case.

You were brought along like usual to investigate a scene but it turns out the criminal snuck back into the scene to get rid of evidence, a stupid move, really. Because now you, John and Sherlock were sprinting on their heels.

Long distance running and straining your body in general had its consequences, it seems like you had forgotten until it was too late.

The moment your body began falling, Sherlock froze in his tracks to catch you. He’d probably examine your state but it was no use with how shaky his hands were.

Is absolutely terrified for your well-being, luckily John is a seasoned medic fresh from war - like he did when he first met Sherlock, he’d check your pulse then examine your physical state.

You hadn’t sustained any injuries and nothing was wrong with your respiratory system, one thing irked him though; why was your heart racing so fast?

They’d ask you about it later, it’s probably nothing.

“(y/n)…What a joke!” Sherlock grinned, throwing back his head in an amused manner. There was absolutely no way you were truly ill, right? if you wanted to trick him, you’d have to try a lot harder than that.

You swallowed thickly, “Sherly it’s not-it’s not a joke.” The words rolled off of your tongue in such a way that he paused.

He felt his lips part slightly, Sherlock was never good with relationships and he found himself calling you a blessing for staying by his side, you had grown on him and the idea of you no longer being with him terrified him to no ends.

But now possibilities have become reality.

“How much longer do you have?” “Eight months.”

Reaching out to comfort you or Sherlock, you didn’t know - you just wanted him except he..stepped back from your outstretched hand, “Please don’t go, i just didn’t want to be a burden to you.“

His eyes burned with something you couldn’t recognise.

“If you didn’t want to be a burden, you should’ve told me before!”

WILLIAM;

Like Sherly, he’d have his suspicions, only instead of brushing it off he’d try to test his theories out.

Since Louis was sick when he was younger, Will would notice the smallest things you do that his brother had done.

From the random attacks to the constant coughing, it scared him a lot more than most would think it would. To go through the pain of not knowing if someone you love was going to make it through the night.

You often deny his subtle observations when questioned.

One night when William was out later than usual, you gave up trying to hide everything, coughing up blood into a handkerchief became a nightly routine for you when no one was around.

Cringing at the sight of blood, your hands folded it and threw it in the bin.

Well, it was a bit of a surprise when Louis fished out a bright red stained handkerchief from the trash, he’d asked William about it and his first thought went to his subordinates that were most likely using it to dress their wounds.

Your lover waved it off, but when he observed it more closely, a sudden thought flashed red flags - isn’t that the handkerchief that (y/n) always tucked into their coat?

Don’t be surprised when you find it laying on your desk along with William leaning casually against your doorframe.

“A lovely handkerchief, shame there’s blood on it, I wonder how that happened.” William flashed you an almost unnoticeable look, you could’ve sworn his eyes glinted for a second.

Your fingernails dug into your palms.

William uncrossed his arms and gently grabbed your hands, wiping the blood spilling from your skin with his own hands, “You’re hurting yourself, dear…however, I must say, your blood looks awfully similar to that on the handkerchief.”

Your pupils dilated a large extent, his red eyes flickered to your horror filled face. “You knew.”

Once you stated those words it was all over for you, “Knew what? That you’re sick? That you lied to me?” Something in his expression was unusual, it was unfamiliar, it was not a face William would make.

The two of you stood in silence as he looked at you, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I’m sorry.” God knows that neither of you would forget this moment until the day you died.

Which came far sooner than anticipated.

i’m sorry that this came out way more angsty/vague that expected, but I didn’t really know how to write it, enjoy anyways! - I hope you have a good day/night though <3

[the-man-in-the-suit-official]

A Flicker Of Hunger.

-Summary: Harry panics when the love isn’t as exciting as it used to be, an old friend makes his way to comfort you and something new blossoms.

A/N - UNEDITED. I grew frustrated with tumblr deleting this one. Rushed toward the end.

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Length: Long

TW: Throwing up, Emotional breakdowns, Drinking, Minor drug use (Weed)

Celebrities: Harry Styles, Niall Horan

Song(s) To Listen To: Flicker - Niall Horan. Hunger - Harry Styles.

It’s not that Harry didn’t love you. Just…not like before. He was young, and if he were extremely honest - very, very scared. He felt his youth would be escaping himself soon and then maybe he wouldn’t be able to make changes to the world like he so desperately wanted.

It all started out quite lovely, really. You had loved the X-Factor, following it religiously, and it just so happens that you were there on the day of that fateful grouping of the boys. That’s how you met the sea-green eyed prince.

You had bumped into him on your way in to get seated, colliding with his scrawny back, “God, I’m so sorry-“

He turned around slowly, eyes landing on you, making you freeze, even more so when he smiled, revealing his dimples, “‘S no worry at all. Ya alright?”

He spoke slowly, softly, eyes half-lidded as you nodded before he bit his lip, “Erm, could ya help me? I’m lookin’ for this place here.”

He brought down a map to your level, pointing to backstage, “Oh! You’re a performer?”

“Yeah, actually,” He chuckled, “I’m quite nervous.”

His accent was thick and lovely, making you smile, “I’ll help you…”

You waited for him to finish the sentence, “Harry,” He replied, “Styles.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Styles.”

With that, you navigated him toward the camera crew, dropping him off there, “This is it.”

“Thank you,” He nodded toward you, “I never caught your name?”

“Ah,” You smiled, admiring the pretty boy, “Meet me again and I’ll tell you, yeah?”

“Challenge accepted,” He finished, “I hope to see you soon.”

“We’ll see. I’ll be watching out for you,” Truthfully, you wanted his number but were far too shy, “Just remember me when you’re famous.”

A time passed and you found yourself there again, a ticket to sit in the front seat, ultimately upset when Harry was pulled from the competition. Of course, he impressed everyone without much work - he was handsome, could sing and dance, and had just the right soft personality for the next big star, but it seemed then that maybe he just wasn’t enough.

You stumbled out of the auditorium, one of the last people to leave, waiting for your boyfriend at the entrance. Waiting outside the men’s bathrooms, one after another, the five boys you had watched on stage stumbled out.

Harry nearly bumped into you, “Oh, ‘m so sorry!” He exclaimed, a blonde colliding into his back. You recognized him as Niall Horan, another contestant.

“It’s okay. You got me back for what I did last time,” You giggled softly at the taller boy, admiring his politeness.

“Mystery girl!” He exclaimed, a wide smile on his face, “I’ve been looking for you. You came.”

“Of course I did. I’m sorry about not making it through,” You sighed, “I thought you were great.”

“Ah, ‘s alright,” He continued as his friends chatted among themselves, “Did I do good enough to earn your name? Perhaps your number?”

You smiled, “I’d say so. (Y/N),” You mocked his initial introduction, “(L/N).”

“Nice to formally meet you, (Y/N) (L/N).”

With some embarrassing flirting that caused the boys to leave and ended with your number on his hand, he turned to you as he was leaving, “Expect a call tonight.”

And he was true to his word. From then on, every night, there was a call. Sometimes from random numbers you had saved since then - Liam, Louis, Niall, Zain (or as he preferred, Zayn). And there began your friendship. It wasn’t long before friendship and business intertwined with the group picking up on your talent for writing lyrics.

It felt like a dream, to say the least. You were invited to parties now - to public events, press meetings, studio sessions, even sleepovers. Of course, you wouldn’t be here, bawling your eyes out if everything stayed perfect.

As your father always said:

Nostalgia is a dirty liar.

It was the little things at first. The way he tucked his hair behind his ear when he was nervous, the way he bounced his leg restlessly no matter where he was sitting, his oddly wide smile for someone so stoic, his love for cheesy romance movies, the way he always knew what to say, especially when he helped you through a rough break up.

Not long after did it take you to realize that there was something brewing, feeding the butterflies in your stomach that always came around when Harry was there.

So it hurt more when Harry began dating again, this time, a 31 year old. Someone more mature and full of experience. Someone who made you insecure.

On this particular night, he was out with her, and Niall had invited you over to spend time with his family who seemed to love you very much. The two of you sat in the cozy living room, watching as the fireplace tried desperately to warm the winter air. A cheesy horror movie happened to be on and Niall’s mop-headed dog sat comfortably between the two of you, resting his head on your lap and his tail on Niall’s.

Somehow, though, you couldn’t stop thinking about Harry.

“You should tell Hazza how you feel,” Niall suddenly said, noticing your distant demeanor, “I think you’d be surprised with the outcome.”

“What are you talking about?” You were quick to respond, prepared to defend yourself to death.

“(Y/N), lass, you can’t be serious,” He chuckled, shaking his head and turning to face you, his oversized Christmas sweater moving with him, “Everyone sees it.”

“Huh?” You faced him now, too, scared of what he was going to say.

“You threw up when you found out he was dating someone,” Niall said simply, a small smirk on his face as if to say ‘I got you there!’

“Whatever,” You groaned, knowing there was no way out of this, “Even so, what makes you think he’d feel the same way about me?”

Silence filled the room for a bit, excluding the crackling fire before he broke it abruptly, “I was going to ask you out.”

You turned red instantly, struggling to find the words.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” He cut you off, smiling, “We all wanted to.”

“Really?“ Bewilderment took you.

“Mhm,” The artificial blonde hummed, “But he refused. Was awfully protective of ya. Kept him up at night thinking about us askin’ you.”

You thought for a moment before he continued, “Anyway, you better get with him. We all made bets on it, MG.” He referenced your nickname - Mystery Girl, since Harry had refused to share your name with them for a while.

You blushed again, only this time out of embarrassment, “I hate you, Horan!”

Grabbing a couch pillow, you playfully smacked him with it, and before long it turned into a full-blown pillow fight.

Unsurprisingly, it took long before you ever did confess your feelings to Harry. It was long after he had released his debut album and had just won the hearts of so many girls and boys all over the world. The two of you were throwing a two-person party to celebrate its release and his growing from his latest ex who’s name you couldn’t even remember anymore.

The night had been spent in laughter, constant trips to the bathroom where you left the door open so you could puff and pass the joint and the bottle, and chatting about lives.

“Do you think that there’s a reason for all of this?” He slurred, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling.

���About what, Hazza?” You never let that nickname go.

“Like…life….like…” He sat up and faced you, leaning against his couch, copying your position, a little closer than he intended to be, “Like fo’ reasons…Like fo’ wearin’ mix-matched socks an’ everythin’.”

Both of you shit-faced and cross faded, you smiled at him doozily, a moment of silence filling the room. His eyes always swallowed you in, even when half-lidded and red.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” It came out smoothly, finally releasing tention you’d had for years.

Something washed over him too in that moment, like he’d been waiting his whole life to hear that from you and without much warning, the two of you crashed lips on each other, arms tangling into the other and the kiss growing more passionate with each waking minute.

That’s where it all started, really. Since then, you’d been dating for nearly two years and engaged for one, and at first things were wonderful - magnificent, even. Harry couldn’t keep himself off of you and vise versa. Every thought of his was about you, even while he was touring, even while girls threw bras and phones and even chicken nuggets at him to show their adoration.

But somewhere along the line, Harry noticed a halt. It was terrifying and the thought of being alone scared him. But he couldn’t look at you the same anymore. Your eyes slowly became less bright and beautiful, merging with everything else normal in his life.

It came to the point where the bed felt empty, even with you in it, and you had noticed this too. You were scared of the idea that your one and only Hazza would leave you, because truly, without him, what would you be? You’d lose everything - hope, your best friend, happiness, the house.

So you just went to bed facing his opposite direction, arms crossed tightly to your chest as he hogged the blanket.

‘Maybe he just bit off more than he could chew with me,’ You thought, staring at the blank wall in front of you, afraid of crying.

How did something so wonderful suddenly break apart?

Before, it was like your natural instinct was to love Harry, you didn’t even have to do anything and the two of you were all over each other. Now, though, he hadn’t even tried to touch you in weeks. Two weeks - 13 days to be exact, you’d counted.

You knew it was coming. But it felt different when it actually happened, especially when it was on his birthday.

“I don’t think this is what’s best for us,” He suddenly said over dinner, eating the pescatarian option you had made for him.

“What do you mean?” You gulped, hands suddenly sweaty.

“Do you feel the same about me like you did three years ago?” He avoided the question, looking at you in the eyes.

“Of course, H. I’ll always love you, I know that much,” Eyebrows furrowed in worry, “What’s wrong, Hazza?”

“I…” Harry darted his eyes toward the floor, “I don’t think I feel that way anymore.”

Your heart froze, making it delicate as ever, “I’m very proud of you for telling me. We’ll work through it, okay? How about couple’s thera-“

“I don’t think I want to try anymore, (Y/N),” Another sudden comment.

And suddenly all those years started to disappear.

“Harry, we’re engaged.”

He winced slightly, hating when you didn’t call him a nickname you’d given him, but composed himself soon after, “Were.”

You can feel the anxiety brewing and your stomach feels like a war zone, knowing you’ll vomit soon.

This can’t be real.

“I was thinking we could figure it out slowly,” He continues, keeping his calm demeanor, “You don’t have to leave now.”

Please don’t let it be real.

“You can leave whenever we figure it out and-“

“Why?” Was all you could muster, your throat itching with the pain of needles pricking at it.

Smoothly, he sighed, “I jus’ don’t feel in love anymore. I don’t want to waste either of our time.”

The singer tried his best to let you down easy, “You’re always gonna be my best friend first, (Y/N). I’ve known you since I was 16, but now I’m thinking that maybe…Maybe what we had was timed. It’s just not the same.”

A small nod, not being able to even speak anymore, you stuttered out, “I know. I’ve seen it and I just was so afraid of losing you - I…”

You took a deep breath in, “I need to use the restroom.”

He didn’t do much to stop you, only calling out to you before you slammed the door to the bathroom shut and spilled the dinner you were having into the toilet, hot tears and snot running down your face.

You hated yourself for letting it get this far. For even thinking that you had a chance with Harry.

The door creaked open to reveal your now ex-lover, worried with his brows furrowed, “Let me-“

He reached for your hair to pull it out of the way, but you scooted away. You didn’t want him to touch you - you were scared you’d fall more in love than you already were.

“Please,” he begged, “Let me just do this once.”

You could never say no to those eyes. Scooting back, you felt his hands in your hair, his other soothing your back. It would have been endearing, really, but it only made you throw up more, thinking if the life you’d be leaving behind - the life that he was erasing.

You insisted you leave that night, taking a suitcase and essentials.

“(Y/N). Stay,” It was almost a beg, but you shook your head, “Where will you even stay if not here?”

“I’ll find somewhere. I just…I don’t want to be here right now,” You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

With some convincing, Harry let you go. He placed his hands on your arms tightly, giving you a small kiss on the cheek, “I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah,” You replied, looking to the floor, “See you soon.”

And that was the first day of you downfall.

The media caught on soon after, about three weeks after, bombarding you on social media with all kinds of questions.

You sat in your temporary apartment, taking a swig of some liquor you couldn’t even remember the name of before a familiar name popped up on your screen.

NIALLER: (Y/N), holy shit, are you okay?

Truthfully, it had been so long since you’d spoken to someone who was practically a stranger but used to be one of your best friends.

Soon after, he called you and you answered reluctantly, “Hello?” He asked, his voice suddenly bringing you to tears.

“(Y/N)? MG, are you alright?” You sobbed louder, sniffing and slurring your next words.

“Mmm alright, Ny.”

“You’re drunk, aren’t ya?” He sighed, ultimately feeling like he was the one that got you into this mess, “Send me your address. I’m comin’ over.”

“No, no,” You groan, rolling over on your stomach, “Niall, please, I’m fine.”

“(Y/N),” He started again, causing you to protest for a good five minutes before he sighed.

“(Y/N)-“ He began, never really getting to finish what he said.

“Niall, if everyone sees us, what if they make assumptions and I’m just slandered again and I’m really fine I couldn’t care less and-“

“Let me drink with you,” You stopped in your tracks at his offer, “I’ll bring pizza over, yeah?”

The promise of pizza made you cave, and you gave him your address in a heartbeat.

“I’ll be there in 30. Hang in there,” The phone hung up after, leaving you staring at the wall for five more minutes before your blood ran cold.

Fuck.

Niall would be there in 25.

You ran all over the house, petrified, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Throwing some dirty clothes in your laundry room, locking it, you looked everything down before hopping into the shower.

The shower couldn’t have been long, but the bell rang just as you hopped out. Panic set in your bones, “Be there in a minute, Ny!”

You slipped on an oversized sweater, one that actually did belong to Harry and placed some shorts under it, rushing to the door.

With beer and pizza in his hand, he smiled worriedly and more so when you sobbed, hugging him tightly while he did his best to with things in his hands.

“I missed you so much,” By now, it was an ugly cry, missing the warmth of a friend.

You’d isolated yourself this entire time and everyone gave you space which was great, but you craved warmth and love. Taking his sent in, you sighed and wiped your nose with the long sweater.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for agreeing at pizza,” He teased and finally stepped in, “I’m sorry about everything, darlin’.”

“Ah, it’s whatever,” You led him to the couch where he placed the pizza box on the coffee table.

“It’s not. I hate him for that,” Running a hand through his hair, he smiled at you, “We’ll forget about it just for tonight, okay?”

You nodded, biting your lip to hold your tears in.

The topic of Harry came up a couple of times, especially with the more beers you drank, but it never hurt your mind now. Niall didn’t smoke at all, but wasn’t opposed when you pulled out a bedazzled dab pen and hit it a few times.

He was always a heavyweight, and you weren’t at all surprised when you were off your ass and he just laughed at you.

The night consisted of dancing to old music you hadn’t heard in forever, weird food combinations, trying to outdo each other at gymnastics, and even making fun of Harry.

The playlist had just changed from Usher, causing your dancing to stop as a slow song began to play. As if on instinct, the two of you pulled each other close and danced.

Sighing heavily after your last giggle, you leaned on his dress shirt, his scent making you at peace as you swayed to the music, “Thank you, Ny.”

“It’s no problem, (Y/N).”

You don’t expect much when you look up at the Irish man, but upon your eyes meeting, your heart flutters a bit. You assume it’s the alcohol and shake your head internally. His eyes are just as fixed on you as yours are on him.

“(Y/N)…” He breathes, the name rolling off his tongue like it was the only thing it was made to do.

A best passes, and you partially prepare yourself for his lips to land on yours, but he closed his eyes and smiles to himself before looking back at you, “It’s late. Y’should sleep, darlin’.”

You protest but it ends in a yawn, making him smirk at you in the same way he did way back then.

“Let’s go, sleepyhead, I got cha,” Niall wraps his arms around your waist, supporting you.

He helped you sink into the bed, putting a bucket beside it for the morning before grabbing his keys and pulling the covers over you.

The clock read 2:48 AM and while you knew Niall wasn’t very drunk, you but your lip and asked, “Please don’t leave.”

It was more of a beg, but it didn’t matter anyway. He nodded, “Sure, (Y/N).”

Your eyes are even more half lidded, snuggled under the blankets before realizing something. Without much thought, you slip your sweater off, revealing your black bra underneath, making Niall snap his body in the opposite direction.

You giggled, a mix of THC and alcohol in your veins, “It’s okay, Ny. I trust you. Here.”

He turned slowly, his eyes avoiding your chest, “What’ll you wear?”

Your eyes scan the dresser before they lead up his chest and you notice his collarbone sticking out, “Can I…wear that?”

He takes it from your hand with a nod, “Of course.”

It’s a soft, dark brown dress shirt that somehow feels like the most comfortable thing in the world. Niall faced away from you and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing his bare back to you. You can’t help but stare at his shoulder blades, the dip in his back or the small freckles on his pale skin.

With his eyes closed, he handed you the shirt and pulled on the sweater, sliding out of his pants into his boxers, “Tell me when ya ready.”

You took off your bra and shoved it under the bed, placing the long shirt on you and buttoning it up until five down from the collar, revealing a bit of your chest. You didn’t care, though, you were far too lazy.

“Ready.”

For a moment, it seemed as if Niall froze too, eyes fixated on your skin under his shirt, innocently giant on your small form.

You had a way of making him blush.

He did his best to hide it, sliding into bed with you and putting pillows in between you to divide the bed, something you’d done as teens, too.

“Thank you, Ny.”

“It’s no problem, (Y/N),” Silence filled the air for a minute, “(Y/N)?”

But you had already fallen asleep.

The next morning, you awoke with your head elevating slowly before coming back down, fingers in your hair. You felt at home there, on his chest as he snored happily.

Your head hurt terribly, but you’d grown used to it these couple of days. Not wanting to wake Niall, you slithered out of his arms and made you way toward the kitchen. Your arm had almost reached for the ice coffee, but there was a whole jug of orange juice with a stick note on it.

(Y/N). Orange juice is best for a hangover. Trust me, I know.

;) Nialler

You smiled softly to yourself and poured yourself a cup, drinking it slowly before going out to get your mail. There wasn’t anything important, but it was a simple task, and the only thing that you could still muster to do.

“MG, awake already?” Niall’s voice rang through the house, setting foot in the kitchen afterward.

You giggled, “It’s 2PM, Niall.”

With a chuckle, he stretched, “Ya feelin’ okay?”

“Mhm, actually. I think I needed that.” Putting the paper aside, you turn to him, “We need to catch up. When are you free?”

He tilted his head to the side, pondering his schedule before he smiled again, something you noticed he did often, “For you, whenever.”

His phone rang shortly after, cueing his time to leave.

“That’s my manager. He wants me to check out this new studio, though I’m supposed to be visiting my cousins here,” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head, “I’ll catch up with you, okay? I’ll text ya.”

“Ny, don’t you want your shirt back?” You asked quietly, not really wanting to give it back.

“It’s yours,” He took a step toward you, “Looks better on ya than me.”

Softly, he placed a kiss on your cheek and exited. You could have sworn you’d never felt anything so soft.

You were in the shower when the media first started to suspect it. Your friend Lila texted you an image of an article with the message, “(Y/N), I think you’ve broke the internet.” There, in big bold letters:

HARRY/(Y/N) SPLIT UPDATE: (Y/N) Seen In Mystery Man’s Shirt

As luck would have it, a few days later you’d see an article talking about Harry’s sweater Niall was seen wearing out that same day.

Well…

It wasn’t long until he was coming over nightly. Weekly meetings turned into daily, turned into overnight meetings.

Truthfully, there’d always been a spark there. Despite the curly-haired man dumping you a month prior, the moment you rekindled with Niall, you noticed something - a rare spark in the rain.

Each meeting ended in his kissing you on the cheek and finally waving goodbye.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that you were head over heels for this man. You remembered that exact moment. Around a year had passed since the breakup and it only hurt occasionally, especially when the press pestered you or you saw news about Harry.

Niall had invited you to a show he was doing near your apartment, offering up a front row seat and dinner at his hotel after.

Using it as an excuse to doll yourself up, you agreed and slipped on your favorite outfit before being escorted and driven by someone of Niall’s staff.

He was a tall man, kind of scary, if you were honest, but he was sweet and apparently a family man, going on and on about his husband and son.

By the time the concert came around, you’d already taken several pictures with fans, though many actually seemed to be in favor of you attending the concert, one even ranting about something that sounded an awful lot like the mixing of your name.

When you asked about it, she pulled up multiple accounts on Instagram, all dedicated to your history and pass times with Niall. You blushed, insisting that the two of you were just really good friends, knowing that they were the last people you’d probably want to know.

Screams erupted when the music for Flicker started, a song you’d always been fond of. It made Niall giggle sheepishly before thanking the crowd.

“Actually,” His voice echoed through the venue, “This song means a lot to me. Tonight I’m performing it for someone special.”

Screams came once more, and the girl who had showed you the accounts squealed, insisting that the song was in fact for you.

She eventually left you alone when another girl began talking to her and pulled her away from you (thankfully).

It was a soft and gentle song. As he kept singing, your skin produced goosebumps, the crowd swaying with his emotion. His eyes closed, his voice fondled every word carefully, you watched in awe.

Your mouth stood slightly agape, heart fluttering when his eyes opened and he looked directly at you. A gentle stare, full of longing and love. Of a history.

You knew the next line and mouthed it carefully, “Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me that I wanna keep…Please don’t leave, please don’t leave.”

He closed his baby blues again, a soft smile on his face, obviously proud of him as he felt all the butterflies in his stomach find their way out of his body.

You’d slipped backstage after the show, finding Niall with ease and wiping sweat off his forehead.

“Niall!” You exclaimed, “That was wonderful!”

Running toward him, he wrapped his arms around you and spun you around, “I’m so glad ya liked it, darlin’.”

“I loved it!” You stared up at him with doe eyes, “And, um…Thank you for that song.”

You kissed his cheek subtly, causing him to turn red, though if you asked him about it, he’d say it was just hot and he had preformed for a little over two hours.

He bit his lip, obviously holding something back before his look softened, “Of course.”

You’d learn soon after what he meant to say, at dinner he had spoken, making you freeze in place.

“Flicker was written about you,” He suddenly said, reminding you of his habit of speaking abruptly.

You took your eyes from the view on the tall building and looked at him, “Huh?”

It was almost breathless, watching his baby blues avoid you, “It was written about you.“

Your heart melts itself right into your hand right at that moment, feeling the urge to go and just hold him.

“I want to be with you, (Y/N). Always have.”

Emotions run through you like things you’ve never felt before. You’re scared, excited, happy, sad, angry at the fact that you’ve been missing out on someone who was so sweet, who smelt of rain and sandalwood and the musk of someone so kind to the Earth.

Your lips finally manage to push out, “It’s like I’ve been waiting to hear that my whole life.”

Niall cupped your face, bringing it closer to him, not struggling against the small table. When your lips finally meet, it’s not anything like before at all. This kiss is different.

It’s not exciting in a way that makes you feel sick. It’s comfortable and kind and reassuring and safe.

Outside the huge window to the left of you, in the rain there’s a flash. Paparazzi.

“Oops.” Niall chuckles, pulling apart before turning his attention toward you again, resting his forehead on yours.

You met Harry again during an after party. He stood against the wall next to the bar of the venue, chewing on his lip. You hadn’t seen him at first, but then you locked eyes.

Trying to avoid him, you turned, only to feel his hand on your shoulder, “(Y/N)…Wait…”

You faced him with a fake smile, “Hey, H.”

He smiled back, feeling his tension release itself, “How have you been?”

“Great, really,” Taking a sip of your drink, you continued, “Finally learned how to drive.”

You lied, wanting him to think you were better off without him.

“Oh,” He glanced over at Niall who was talking to two guys, “So…him?”

You nodded, “Yup. That’s my boyfriend.”

Rocking on the heels of your feet, you looked down, “Camille seems nice, too.”

He shook his head, getting straight to the point, “I miss you.”

You but your lip, “Harry, that’s a lie…I know that. You told me yourself.”

He held your hand, placing it over his heart, “I mean this, love. I’ve been so empty without you.”

Your cheeks flushed red before you snapped out of it, “Harry, you have a girlfriend. Please…I can’t do this…Not to Niall or Camille or even myself. I’ve spent so much time crying over you.”

He felt pressure on his temples.

How often did you cry yourself to sleep because of him?

You made a hasty exit, joining your boyfriend, his arms wrapping around you as you snuggled into them, glancing at Harry every once in a while.

Harry found out later through magazines that you still didn’t know how to drive. Niall drove you everywhere and you were alright with it. Under any circumstance, he’d think it was cute, but now his veins went icy, knowing you’d lied.

When you realized it was love, it was different.

You were in a private booth, supporting your boyfriend of now a year when he called a fan out during Slow Hands.

The fan was carried up the stage, being revealed as a young girl, maybe around eight. She whispered into Niall’s ear, rocking shyly before he smiled down at her and mouthed, “We’ll do it together.”

With their hands connected, he danced gently with the kid, letting her finish verses here and there, goofy smiles on each of their faces.

You could have swore your heart stopped then, watching as he handed her back to her mom and made sure she was okay.

When he got off of the stage that time, you awaited in his dressing room, locking the unsuspecting Niall in with you before he noticed.

“So you’ve been here,” He smiled, unbuttoning his shirt a bit to let himself cool off.

Slyly, you made your way toward him without a word, tracing his collarbones with your nails, “I love you.”

It was the first time you’d said it, afraid of an attachment bringing you down, but you’d replied with ‘Me too’s and ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with you’s.

He froze simply, always being over affectionate, though it was something you loved.

“I love you.”

You kissed him passionately, your tongue dancing with his, backing him up into a counter.

Needing breath, you pulled away and replied, “I think we should have kids.”

A smile found its way to his lips before he hoisted you on the counter of the vanity, kissing you passionately with one goal in mind - to start a family.

Your shirt had found it’s way to the floor, your hands fixed on unbuttoning your boyfriend’s shirt before the door creaked open and something fell to the floor. Jumping up and pulling Niall toward you in an attempt to cover yourself, you squeaked. Niall giggled giddily, drunk on you before he noticed your pupils shrink, your body run cold, eyes fixated on the person behind him.

Harry. It was Harry.

Niall moved quicker than you’d ever seen him, wrapping you in a blanket you’d brought there earlier, turning back to his old friend.

“Erm, maybe I should just go…” Harry glanced down at the flowers he’d dropped, “I just came to congratulate you…You know…for your new album coming soon, and all.”

“No, no,” Niall smiled softly at his friend, “Look, just give (Y/N) a second here, alright? Let’s go outside.”

“Right. Sorry, MG.”

And with a kiss on your forehead, Niall was gone.

Niall had never seen Harry so distraught. As soon as the door closed, Harry’s eyes became red and watery.

“Ah…” Niall sighed, crossing his arms, knowing what was coming, “You didn’t come here for me, hm?”

With guilt, Harry’s head shook, “I…”

“I still love her.”

His voice quivered and he struggled to compose himself.

“Harry…” Niall was sympathetic, eyebrows dipped in worry, “You broke up with her, mate.”

“I was stupid, I know. I was just- I wasn’t used to not having that hunger that we had when we started, it scared me, I thought that I was wasting youth and, and-“

Running a hand through his hair, the shorter tapped his foot, “Jeez, Haz…”

“You know that’s normal, right? It just means you’ve never loved anyone before her. Love comes in phases. Honeymoon, or in this case, ‘hunger,’ is first, it lasts for a while. It’s when you can’t stop thinking about this person. Everything comes back to them. But it doesn’t last.”

Harry listened intently, biting his nails, “Then comes the Settling Down stage. You begin to notice small things that irk you, differences you hadn’t noticed. It scares you. After that is the Disappointment phase. The differences seem bigger than they are. You get scared. Maybe it doesn’t feel like love, but it is just as much as the hunger. That’s where you gave up, Harry.”

Fiddling with his rings, Harry avoided eye contact as if it were a disease, “If you’d continued, you would have seen that it is love. You’d accept it and it would feel normal. That’s the Comfortable stage. The Unconditional Love stage is last. That’s when you know what you’re in for. That’s when you last forever, mate.”

“Seems like you’re going through them all alone.”

Harry bit his lip, “Please.”

“Huh?” Niall puzzled.

“Please let me have another chance, Niall. I know it’s selfish but…I need her.”

Closing his eyes, the older of the two sighed a long breath, whispering so (Y/N) wouldn’t hear, “Harry…I’m proposing to her tomorrow. She just told me she wants us to have kids.”

He didn’t feel the tears run down his face until they dropped down to his hands. He made the biggest mistake of his life.

“Look, Harry, I have to go, but keep in touch, okay? And try to make things right with (N/N). She doesn’t deserve this.”

Swiftly, he left, leaving Harry to himself.

Niall found you soon after, sitting in the couch and scrolling through your phone aimlessly, trying to get your ex out of your mind. In his arms, you forgot everything.

You’d find yourself pregnant in the upcoming months, the pregnancy going over well before it happened.

You sat in bed, caressing your overgrown belly, carrying the six month old fetus, as your phone beeped.

LILA: (Y/N). Look at this.

Attached was a link, a throwaway YouTube account, and there, in big, bold letters.

Leaked Harry Styles Song - Hunger

You couldn’t help but listen to it, finding your eyes swell with tears.

Niall was gone for the time being, doing interviews, leaving you alone. Wallowing in the past.

“I lost my taste for the good in us,” His voice was so raw, painful, noting everything from the hunger to the lying.

And he was sorry.

You sniffed, beginning to sob wildly. The mix of unbalanced hormones made the nostalgia hit harder, and for just a moment, you thought, ‘What if he means it? What if everything turns out okay and you can be just like before?’

Blindly, you dialed his number without much thinking, knowing that by now, he’d have found out of the leak of the personal song. You could tell that it was never meant to be shared, and yet, through tears, you wanted to let him know how much it meant.

“Hello?” He answered, his voice hopeful and it sounded like he’d been crying, too.

But all you could do was press the red button to hang up, anxiety getting the best of you.

Just what were you supposed to do now?

You cried into your hands, not knowing what was right anymore.

On one hand, you had an amazing fiancé, a baby, and an upcoming wedding. A picture-perfect life.

But on the other, the prince of your dreams was there, ready to sweep you away, countless adventures under his belt, ready to show you everything, the risky sides, the passion.

Had you made a mistake?

No, Harry had.

Or maybe, if you love something and set it free, only to have it come back, then maybe it was meant to be?

“Fuck,” You hiccuped, remembering the lyrics as you rested your head against the headboard, eyes closed, “Fuck.”

Maybe now, you thought, just a flicker of hunger for that life remained in your heart.

[firsttraintovictoriaville]

Loui Plays Skyrim

random notes/cliffs/tidbits/moments from Lou Plays Skyrim (Please note I was watching this while I was also at work so there could be some funny or important or noteworthy moments that i’ve missed. this was just things that i found interesting. also at the start it was hard to decipher exactly when Ben was speaking as himself or as Loui but nonetheless here we go) 

- True Neutral 

-has got nothing against New Jersey

-thinks the Midwest is all just one state but is able to separate them enough to know he’s not scared of Ohio and that Wisconsin can pack alcohol down 

-the cold in Ohio does scare him a bit 

-”You’re telling me I can pickpocket da clothes off dis guy? Geaux Tigahs.” 

-PA wants to fight all the time and is always yelling and Loui thinks he’s kinda of a weird one for wanting them to call him “pa” 

-Loui likes drinking with Texas because it’s real easy to mess with him (lightweight/clumsy drunk Texas confirmed??) 

-California is the biggest gamer of the states

-France is his dad (my hc in having Loui’s mom being the non-personification has never been so validated before as it is now) 

-not directly about Loui but the Loui character in Skyrim has black eyes with gold around the center to keep the Saints aesthetic and you best believe that is now my headcanon eye appearance for Louisiana. 

[stillhavetodothat]

Replaying Nancy Drew without cheating - Part Four: The Final Scene

AND HERE IT IS....

Is The Final Scene the MOST brilliant game in the entire Nancy Drew series??

Hear me out. It has literally everything you could ever want out of a Nancy Drew game. Danger. Mystery. A ticking clock. A lack of pointless chores. An intriguing backstory. An amazing soundtrack. An extremely sassy Nancy. A caked up Nicholas Falcone.

I think the ONLY thing that is missing from this game, honestly, is length. I think it is well-known in the community that this game is too short, especially on replay, but I recently learned that this was the first game that HerInteractive put out on a 2-a-year schedule, so the development was rushed. After TRT, the company almost could not afford to continue making games, so they had to switch strategies. Technically, FIN saved the franchise. In that context, the only disappointment is that they didn’t have more time to work on this absolute MASTERPIECE.

I also think my love for this game has grown after reading the book that it’s based on. Queen Simone Mueller was adapted from a boring male Simon Mueller, the talented Louisa Falcone was adapted froma boring male Louis Falcone. The Harry Houdini storyline was completely new in the game. Brady Armstrong having a vested interest in the theater demolition was also new in the game and made him a much more interesting and sinister character. I know that this book was written in the 80s, but Bess’s one-dimensionality (obsessed with food and boys) annoys me; much happier to see Vietnamese-American college student as the kidnapee instead.

Not cheating in this game was super easy for me. It’s another game I’ve played a dozen times, so even if I didn’t remember the exact sequence of events, I quickly was able to move the game along. I finished in under 3 hours, and that is with being consistently distracted by the NFL game my fiance had on in the background. Having three distinct days makes this game very sequential and hard to get stuck.

Some random thoughts I had during this replay:

1. Someone put this soundtrack on vinyl, PLEASE. I would literally murder someone to play this in the background while reading a book and smoking a joint on my couch.

2. Even as a child, I loved Nicholas Falcone. There is just something about a man with a passion. Nothing used to turn me on (still does turn me on) than Nicholas’s intellectual negging of a dim-witted Brady Charmstrong during the press conference. This was also the first time I really took the time to listen to the entire press conference from the ticket booth...pure gold.

3. Speaking of the ticket booth, taking to Sargeant Ramsay on the phone is absolutely hilarious. Who is this voice actor? Someone find him and give him more gigs. And Eustacia Andropov? An incredible character and a treat of a phone call as well. WHO WROTE THIS SCRIPT?? I think this is probably the funniest game there is.

4. Let’s just go ahead and go through some of the best quotes of the game.  “I may have to cut this short, Hal. Someone just climbed out of my wardrobe.” (entirely unphased) “I think your phone’s about to ring.” “Take a breath and pinch yourself, because it’s reeeally happening: Brady Armstrong, in the flesh. Star of Vanishing Destiny? Go ahead, faint. I’ll catch you.” “Why don’t you tell that little grey troll that I think he did it just to keep himself from dying of boredom in this old dump. THAT’s my comment.” “Fight the power.” (a classic) "Mr. Charmstrong, do you find that your fans respond to you more in your chicken suit or curly wig?" “Maybe you’d better think about being ‘in on the law’ and ‘down with the truth’ Nicholas.” “More? I’m 96 over here. I don’t exactly have time to burn.” “You tell that Sherman Trout Eustacia said, ‘You’re not dead yet, Shermie, so get up and make yourself useful.’” “Armstrong: Uh, do we still like him or what?”

5. Joseph always scared the hell out of me. Even to this day. He is creepy and he IS a little grey troll. Why is he constantly trying to get me to leave the theater and go to bed in the middle of the day? Why is he lying about his brother Jake? Why is he always popping up in the most chilling way possible? I hate him. I suspected him from the very beginning.

6. When Nancy says that Maya never goes ANYWHERE without her press pass...ma’am you are an undergrad student at Washington University. Please calm down.

7. Not sure if anyone remembers, but back in the day on the HerInteractive message boards people used to put all the games they had finished in their signature for all their posts. Some would just put a list of all the games, but others would get creative (including me, although it wasn’t creativity on my part as much as it was copying other people). Their signature would say things like “I have Stayed Tuned for Danger,” or “I have discovered The Secret of the Scarlet Hand.” FIN’s was “I have seen The Final Scene” and I still to this day say this whenever I talk about this game with anyone. Throwback.

8. I never would have figured out the gum on wand bit if not for the message boards back in the day, and my memory of it now.

9. This is a game that is more about the mystery and less about the puzzles. I loved this one, even though this is probably the hardest part of the entire game (besides the gum on wand thing).

10. The ending is SO intense. Because I know exactly what to do, it is less so, but the whole thing still gives me goosebumps. That timer in the corner quickly ticking down? Hiding in the closet when the police do their final sweep? Joseph being an absolute psychopath? The focus knob breaking off? The KEYS? MAYA BEHIND GLASS?? TRYING TO BREAK THE GLASS WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER? JOSEPH BEING A PSYCHOPATH AGAIN?? (I can let it slide that defeating the culprit involves flashing them with a cheap prize from an ancient game in a decaying basement. It’s still so good).

11. Also, I have a print of this in my house right now because of this game. I don’t even know the artist, but I love it.

So thankful to rediscover my love for this game. Can it top Treasure in a Royal Tower and Dexter’s sexy, raspy voice? Maybe not. But it is up there.

Next stop: DC!