#of Louis doesn't move today

[gracefullou]

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[nyuoqi]

            — SO I MARRIED MY ANTI-FAN ౨ৎ SES

O15. lavender scented warmth

✸ SYNOPSIS !  : congratulations! you have been invited to korea's #1 romance reality show 'We Got Married' where you will be living with your co-star like a married couple. but what will you do when you find out that your husband is actually your anti-fan?

(1.3k words, not proofread)

YOU DON'T KNOW IF ITS THE SUDDEN INFURIATION YOU HAVE FOR EUNSEOK OR TODAY'S INCIDENTS but the hue from the sun setting in the city of Dubai looks exceptionally gorgeous today.

a smile cast on your face as breezes make your long hair sway, your arms holding the rolled down window of the convertible benz the pr team decided to rent for your stay here.

you lean back to your seat and crane your neck to look at your husband. EUNSEOK has one of his hand on the steering wheel while the other rests on his thigh, a pair of louis vuitton sunglasses rests on the bridge of his nose— you remember him giving you a matching pair during the beginning of your marriage— at that moment, you can't help but thank the sunlight for hitting his face at such a perfect angle, accentuating his facial features.

at some point you begin to stare without realising. it isn't until EUNSEOK casts a glance at you that you realise you're staring.

"got something on my face, pretty? " you didn't mean to let a red hue creep on your neck and ears, it's just that you happen to have a soft spot for compliments, especially when it comes from your husband.

"no. sorry for staring. " your voice small, embarrassed at yourself.

EUNSEOK chuckles, muttering a few words under his breath you couldn't hear. the hand that once rested on his thigh reaches over to the other side of the car, chasing your left hand for him to hold onto for the rest of the ride.

"cute. " EUNSEOK mutters to himself again, his voice loud enough for you to catch what he's saying— except this time you hope you didn't when the red hue grows stronger on your skin, this time creeping up all the way to your cheeks with a deeper hue.

you lower your gaze to your thigh where your hands intertwined with eunseok's rest, heart beating so loudly againt your ribs that you're afraid EUNSEOK might be able to hear it.

EUNSEOK fails to keep his eyes on the road when he feels your hand moves slightly in his, causing him to look at you while he subconsciously squeeze your hand in his, silently begging you to not let go of it.

EUNSEOK doesn't know why he's been acting like these lately, but he must admit that he doesn't not like it.

your body drops on the floor with a loud thud the moment you enter your honeymoon house, legs giving up after a long day of walking around in heels.

EUNSEOK closes the front door and kneels down beside you, shaking your body gently with a smile, "come on, let's get you inside. "

"i am inside. " you mumbles, your face buried on the floor causing your voice to come out muffled. EUNSEOK laughs, "let's get you to the bedroom, or at least the couch. "

you whine, head shaking in protest as you push EUNSEOK away from you. "can't. my feet hurts. " you say. EUNSEOK's eyes trails to your feet which are still clad in your red kitten heels. he notices few red scratches on the back of your heel, hissing to himself as if he could feel the pain.

without any words, EUNSEOK removes your heels while minding to not let you get any more scratches. he then gently carries you to your shared bedroom.

it is halfway through your little journey that both of you realise the position you guys are in. EUNSEOK has carried you in a bridal style, one of his arm behind your knees while the other supports your back. yours isn't any better either, both your arms wrap around EUNSEOK's neck while your face buries itself into his chest.

your eyes meet and EUNSEOK suddenly stops in his track.

the both of you continue to look into each others eyes for the next few minutes creating a heavy tension between the two of you. at some point, you guys were leaning into each other until suddenly you hear a twig falling out of the window, causing the both of you to clear your throats and look away before resuming your journey to the bedroom

the feeling of soft duvet digging into your skin after a long day is probably the best feeling you ever have. you hum in delight as your eyes close to get ready for a long slumber.

the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing interrupts the serenity you had yet you decide to ignore it.

however the feeling of the bed dipping beside you and a hand gently caressing you hair forces you to open your eyes to a smiling EUNSEOK.

"i know you had a long day so i prepared the bath for you. wasn't sure what your favourite scent is so i chose lavender since i heard it reduces stress on the body. " EUNSEOK explains, his hand still caressing your hair in a gentle manner.

you whine and close your eyes again, too tired and lazy to get out of the bed and take a bath. "come on, you gotta clean yourself up eitherway. "

your eyes remain close, EUNSEOK's words falling deaf into your ears.

"or do you want me to help you take a bath? "

eleven words.

eleven words only yet those exact words manage to get you off the bed and into the bathroom faster than usain bolt.

EUNSEOK chuckles to himself at your antics, eyes turning into crescents as his chuckles then turns into huge laughter when he hears you yelp in the bathroom, you probably slipped in the bathtub.

the clock reads 11:45 by the time the both of you finally settle down in bed, comfortably snuggled into the warmth of the blanket and each other's body warmth.

the lighting in the bedroom dim as the only light source you guys have is the warm-lighting bedside lamp.

EUNSEOK has his arms wrapped around your waist— a habit he picks up after spending a few nights with you. initially you both decided to put a pillow barrier in between the both of you to avoid any awkward situations but after a few times of waking up in the morning with the pillow long forgotten on the floor and your bodies entangled with each other, you guys decided to get rid of the pillow.

you turn your body around to face him, your eyes meeting his tired one. it has been a while since you have been in this position, doing nothing but sit in silence while enjoying each other's presence.

"you know, " your fingers trace shaped into his arm. "when i first find out that i was signed up for this program, i ghosted my CEO and manager for two days and the only reason i stopped ghosting is because i had a very important meeting scheduled with them that i cannot ignore about.

i though to myself, i'm too young to get married and with today's society, i don't think i would want to get myself involved with a man, a stranger at that because like, what if he hates me and do bad things towards me? "

EUNSEOK feels his heart drop at your words.

"but when i met you for the first time, i thought you seemed like a nice person and i've never been more grateful for that. you always treat me so nice even though our marriage is fake.

and i hope that even when this... whatever this arrangement ends, we are still able to stay as close friends. i'm really grateful to you, EUNSEOK. thank you for everything. "

EUNSEOK's throat goes dry, he stares into your eyes with regrets but you who think too positively of EUNSEOK fails to recognise the true feelings in his eyes so instead of saying anything back, EUNSEOK only pulls you closer into his arms.

and although EUNSEOK swears on his life that he hates you and how the fact of it would never change, the butterflies in his stomach says otherwise.

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[margareth-lv]

👙 Maternity shapewear tips 👙

To write what you find below, I was inspired by @auburncurlslass's post about Caitríona losing her breath during an interview in spring 2016.

(TV Guide Magazine & Starz Celebration of Outlander season two on 30 March 2016).

We are talking about THIS interview ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Firstly, you cannot help noticing that the normally thin, slender Caitriona has become considerably 'bloated'

[Even 'Just Jared' is still publishing this picture, I copied it this morning]

Well, if you have that kind of bloating from a 'period' or from 'overeating', you should see a doctor, shouldn't you?

❓

Secondly, it is impossible not to notice that Caitríona was not feeling well. She clearly fainted and only Sam responded.

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So the subject for today is:

Caitríona’s range of maternity & nursing underwear shapewear.

Bottomless topic. The first time I thought there might be something about Caitríona's motherhood was in the fight scene in the third series, after a furious Laoghaire had burst into Lallybroch.

What is that strange piece of underwear in the nude that is sticking out from under her shirt?

Caitríona never seemed to have a problem with 'not wearing a bra' under her 18th century shirt, so why this flesh-coloured lycra, so vividly reminiscent of the underwear I used when I was breastfeeding?

So many questions, so few answers.

💁🏻‍♀️

*** *** *** And what about the nude spanx panties for the LOUIS VUITTON dress at the premiere of Money Monster on 16 May 2016 during the 69th Cannes Film Festival, a month and a half after she fainted at the premiere of Outlander?

*** *** *** And these clasps that have clearly been moved to make the waist wider ⬇️⬇️⬇️

I wouldn't have noticed it myself, but doesn't a seam mark on smooth velvet always catch your eye if you know where to look?

[Season 3 premiere in New York City on September 05, 2017]

*** *** ***

Luckily, Caitríona doesn't have to change into Spanx maternity wear most of the time. Eighteenth century dresses hide any 'bloating'.

🤰🏻

Thanks again @auburncurlslass for the inspiration and the idea!

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PS. Please bear in mind that the pregnancy in season 6 was Caitríona's first ever. Before that she was just suffering from bloating and drinking too much beer or something.

[January 10, 2024]

[fatalitysficbakery]

𓆰♡︎𓆪 NEVER Trust The Love Interest. —

Samantha Carpenter x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst | fluff | SMUT.

warnings: listen to 'What a wonderful world' by Louis Armstrong while reading, ghostface!sam, sub!sam, soft dom!y/n, praise, oral (reader giving), slight!fingering, soft ‘reuinited’ smut, sub worship.

synopsis: legacies make franchises.

↳ 𓆰 Fatalitysficbakery navigation menu 𓆪.

↳ 𓆰 Fatalitysficbakery multifandomed &&’ oc menu #2 𓆪.

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An unsettling silence plagued the halls, so quiet you could hear a mouse squeak, but who could blame anyone in the complex for leaving after what had happened in only two weeks.

Nobody wanted to believe it was happening again until the bodies in the morgue began to pile up, and the first mask was found next to the third victim, it was almost a taunt. No...A greeting.

Ghostface was back in business.

The Carpenter sisters were on immediate alert, but it didn't take long for someone to throw a big party, the perfect opportunity for new victims, and for some unknown fucking reason no one seemed to be concerned with the outcome that Samantha and Tara could sense a mile away like clockwork.

Tara stayed home, luckily. But that's not who Sam was worrying about right now as her phone went to voicemail for the 20th time that night, Sam was quick to grab her keys. There were many ways this could go south but with her being radio silent? Sam couldn't care less about the consequences than the idiots that had willingly gone despite the risks. On her way out the door, she texts Chad, Tara, and Mindy to warn them of her whereabouts, gun holstered and knife in her boots.

Never too armed. There was a mace and taser in her purse for backup.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

The scene was a bloodbath, the moment you entered the place there were bodies and puddles of red as far as the eye could see and Samantha was quick to unholster the gun resting on her hip, there wasn't a lot she was afraid of anymore, hell blood had become so normal to her, she stepped over the bodies like they weren't there.

If anything everything in sight had become invisible to her eyes, her thoughts solely on the one person she was hellbent on saving, on protecting. Nearing the staircase, she hears distant voices, and murmurs.

'C'mon, Y/n. Not today.'

Rounding the corner, her heart nearly beat out of her chest when the voices only got louder just for to realize.

'I see trees of green, red roses too..'

She grunts a hiss of air out when her eyes land on an old stereo. With her jaw set, she pushes on, determination filling her gaze like it had only done when Tara was the one who needed her protection. Her head cocking slightly to the side when a new gaze meets hers; pointing the gun directly between the males eyes, she crouches next to the figure.

"Travis. Where's Y/n?" She asked quietly, the sight of her bestfriends boyfriend hidden in the same room she'd gone into putting her on high alert. There was blood on his collar. She scoffs when he doesn't answer. "Trav, c'mon. I need to find her. Keep her safe, that's what you want, no?"

Travis trembles from his spot on the floor, and Sam spots a puddle forming beneath him. The empathy in her eyes left just as fast as it had come, eyes moving down his neck to his hands; Bloodied.

Sam clicks her tongue, standing up from her spot next to him.

"Or at least, that's...that's what you should want, Travis. I mean look at you, lying in wait while your girlfriend gets possibly murdered. Jesus...That's cold-hearted."

Travis squirms from his spot on the floor, eyes frantic and body trembling like a fish out of water. Samantha just watches as he grows more inconsolable, attention on him only diverting when she turns to find a cloaked figure.

Stu's mask on their face.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

Samantha barely manages to dodge the knife aiming for her abdomen, stepping out of the way at the last minute, her movements fluid and clean as she does like it's a choreographed dance she'd obsessively learned the steps to.

Her strangely calm demeanor shifts slightly when she looks back at Travis, who only seems...confused.

"You really are a little bitch, Travis. That's what's sad. You date a close friend of a Carpenter sister...but you never thought twice, did you? Don’t you know the rules?"

Holstering her gun, she sighed and kneeled down next to the bed while the cloaked killer worked on dragging Travis to the middle of the room, both his kneecaps had been shot out, rendering the poor thing immobile and utterly useless.

Her fingers brushed against the mask, a shudder running down her spine at the feel of sheer power beneath her thumbs, a legacy she was tired of running from, one she'd been so desperate to get rid of. One that she was now even more hellbent and desperate on keeping alive.

'Do it, Sam. Put it on. You've earned this' Billy's voice plays in her head like an echoing cave, and with every fear the old Samantha held in her heart of hearts...She uses it to drive her; Billy's knife in her boot and his mask in her hand.

Her lips quiver the moment she bites the bullet and puts it on again, this time...to be used as her father intended it to.

'Atta girl, Sammy. Now. Do me proud, kid. Flood this fucking town RED!'

"Sam."

A voice cuts through the hallucinations, snapping Sam out of her stupor, she looks up at the cloaked figure standing over Travis, nodding to herself; a confirmation to herself that there was no going back after this. Standing up, she takes her spot next to the person in Stu's mask, cutting on the voice changer, she feels a spark traveling down her spine, breathing it all in.

Samantha Carpenter meets Samantha Loomis.

"There are rules, Travis. And you broke one of the biggest. Now the sad thing is...I can see it in your eyes. Shifty. Maybe I was wrong, maybe you do wanna save Y/n. Is that what you want? To save her?"

The tears that gathered in his eyes bring a smile to Samantha's face from underneath her mask, neck craning to the side, her eyes meeting her partners just as Travis finally whimpers out a pathetic pleading "Yes".

"You wanna tell him? You do the honors."

Stepping back, Samantha allows them to the front, their voice disguised as well when speaking, a crackling robotic tone sounding through. "It'd be my pleasure. I've really been waiting all night for this."

Dragging his body to a sitting position, they go to lock the door, the radio being turned up just a tad louder to drown out the incessant whimpering, squatted beside him now, they slowly begin removing the plastic Halloween mask.

Travis's eyes widen the moment he's aware of what's underneath.

The tears, oh how they freely fall down the apples of his cheeks.

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The radio, it repeats, and it repeats, keeping time with his rapid heartbeats. She straddles his lap, knife grazing his skin, forcing him to look in his eyes.

The tears, oh how they freely fall down the apples of his cheeks.

'I see trees of green, red roses too...I see them bloom for...'

"Y/n." He breathes out shakily.

'Me and you.'

With the voice changer resting underneath her lips, her knife, she nods, pulling a gun. Stu's berretta, from her pocket, whistling quietly.

"And I think to myself..." She leans in closer, a soft smirk curving onto her lips, "What a wonderful world. Hi baby. You know what this is right? Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. We're just talking, right? Just talking. Don't cry."

Samantha's jaw sets watching the scene, her body itching for a kill. Specifically this one.

"What is this? Huh?" She repeats, waving the beretta at him like a nice greeting, or in this case, maybe a solemn goodbye.

"The...The gun you shot me with? I-I don't know, Y/n please...W-why?"

"I'm getting there. Patience. I mean, you're not wrong. I did shoot you with it, but you know...I also shot that bitch you were cheating with. Junie? Her favorite scary movie was weak. The nun. Ugh. No. This? is Stu Macher's gun."

"J-junie's dead?"

"As a bitch, Travis. As a fucking bitch. You know, Sammy's right. You did break a rule. Two actually."

"One, you cheated and told Mindy of all people. My sister, really? You never could handle your fucking liquor." Rising up, she points the gun at his thigh and pulls the trigger, relishing the way his screams align with the music. "You trusted the love interest. Sammy?"

'I see skies of blue and clouds of white...'

On cue, Samantha walks ahead of Y/n, kissing her cheek as she does so, Billy's knife tightly gripped in her hand.

'The bright blessed day...The dark sacred night...'

"I guess you're even, Trav. I mean, she was cheating on you too. Bestfriend? You could say we're close. The only problem is..." Samantha drops down into his lap, but there's nothing erotic about the plans she has for him, her knife to his neck; she removes the old mask, a shit-eating grin on her face, "Only one of you cheated with a goddamned Loomis."

'And I think to myself...'

Without a second word, his throat is slit, and she blacks out. His body riddled with stab wounds when it was all over she could hear Y/n's heeled boots against the floor, looking back to see Stu's berretta pointed at Travis's head though he'd taken his last breath seconds before; smoothly Samantha rolled out of the way, allowing Y/n to deliver a swift shot to the head.

'What a wonderful world...'

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

After all was said and done, Y/n leaned her forehead against Samantha's taking a deep breath at the next steps, her eyes staring deeply into hers, "I'm ready."

"Baby, we...we don't gotta." Sam reasons, but she shakes her head, a bittersweet smile spread across her cheeks, she whispers to Sam, eyes glossed over with tears. "I won't die. I'll be fine. It's for you, I'll do it for you."

"Are you sure? Completely?"

"Completely."

There's a replica knife, one of Billy's that Y/n had crafted herself, one she'd stabbed Junie with before shooting her, one she'd stabbed Samantha's ex-boyfriend with, and you know the people that came to the party, it was easy to do so when not many dared to arrive due to the restart of the killings and being the only one with a gun helped too, of course.

She passes it into Samantha's gloved hand.

"Do it. And after you do it, I need you to go. Okay? Go, and don't call me. I will call you. Understood?"

"Understood." Samantha takes a deep breath. It had been all too effortless to kill Travis, to kill Gale but the thought of hurting you only slightly was one she hated.

"Now, Sam, NO- AH, FUCK!" As soon as Y/n cries out, she's pulled into Samantha's arms, careful to mind the abdomen wound she'd just given her girlfriend, shushing the poor thing.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...Shh. Shh, I got you."

As much as Y/n wants to hold on tighter, she just whispers one word in Samantha's ear, sliding off her cloak and handing it to Samantha to get rid of. "Go."

Samantha nodded, pecking Y/n's lips before grabbing the cloak and ducking out of the backdoor they stood by, leaving Y/n to call the police, though she didn't know just how far Y/n would go to protect her until she heard a pained yell inside and a gunshot and as if she could sense Sam's concern, another "GO" is yelled out from inside.

Sam goes.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

"She's gone, Sam. She's gone. There's no true love for a Loomis, remember your true love. Pick up the knife, Sammy." His voice grows increasingly aggressive, brows knitted together waving the infamous dagger in front of my face, like bone to dog and it almost physically hurts to not reach my hands out, wrap my fingers around the handle -- Let the electricity liven me.

Her being mentioned is the only thing that breaks my attention away, and I can see his face fall into something blank when he realizes I wasn't budging on my stance, it isn't until I wake up with a jolt, looking at the clock and very predictably my phone, itching to see if she'd called or messaged.

She hadn't.

It wasn't until that afternoon that I heard from her, waiting with bated breaths to see if she was still breathing, if we'd gone too far and she was a part of the carnage, the gunshot still rang fresh as day in my head, her voice the only thing to cut through the thoughts, through my father's taunting. I could hear him now, there was no love to be truly had regarding what we were, but I refused to let him be right. Not when it came to her.

"Spare key. Earth to my beautiful girlfriend?"

I think my jaw goes slack, my lips slightly parting themselves and I'm almost in denial. I'd almost let my father ruin love for me, and though I hadn't budged, that moment of dread I felt when I considered the possibility of her having died ran so deeply that it was almost like seeing a ghost when she's finally within a foot or two in front of me, that familiar cheeky smile stretching from ear to ear.

God, she's as beautiful as I remember and though it's only been a mere half a day apart I find myself scanning her from head to toe, analyzing and trying to scope out if any of the little details that she was made up of had changed; To my relief, the only things out of place are the stab wound near her side, and the cast on her wrist which must've been the beretta's doing.

Other than that...It was her, it was my lady that stood in front of me.

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"Oh thank fuck. You're alive." Samantha's hands find my waist so naturally it feels like it's instinct for her, to pull me into an embrace without the slightest thought to it. I can feel her body shudder, eyes pricking with tears; She squeezes me so tight I have to tap her a few times to let her know her hold is a bit too strong, and even then she seems reluctant, as if I've just dealt her a...disrespectful request.

"Not for long if you keep squeezing me like this, sweetheart. I shot myself in the arm, hit nothin' vital. Again there's nothing I wouldn't do to see you get out of this without being caught. Best damn Ghostface there ever was. Y'know that right?" I can't stop staring, though I'd never been able to, not since we'd been friends. Sleepovers almost always ended with us talking about everything and nothing while staring into one another's eyes until the moon made way for the sun.

She nods, but I can tell she's wary and I take no time to bring her into my arms, brushing her hair from her face, a small whisper of a "Hey" spoken through the silence to hush her worries. "I'm alive, okay? Wouldn't leave my favorite girl alone."

"You could've been seriously hurt." Sam nuzzles herself against me, arms gripping around my waist protectively as if she thought I might disappear into thin air.

"But I didn't and if I did? It would've been damn worth it, I don't regret a damn thing." I'm sure of this, I know it to be true. I bring my hand up to her cheek, keeping it there until I'm sure she trusts that it's real, that she's real. I hear her chuckle but there's zero humor behind the sound, it breaks my heart to see her so scared when she whimpers, letting go and allowing herself to be picked up and carried upstairs to her bedroom relenting like she'd never hesitated.

We climb the stairs in a comfortable yet tense silence, making our way to Sam's bedroom. I push the door open with my foot and gently kick it closed all the same.

"Do you trust me?" I ask, sitting her on the bed and coming to take place between her legs, hands cupping her face. I tilt her chin up to look directly into her chocolate-brown gaze.

It's a brief moment before I hear her voice again, I forget myself within one smooth motion, my right hand moving to her lips and a kiss pressed upon the back and if that isn't enough, her words press their own soft kisses to my ears. "I think you might be the only one aside from my sister that I trust right now, Y/n."

Lying her back on the bed, I feel myself aching in ways no one has ever made me ache and I hadn't even touched her yet. She was just that good. I chased the high every time. "Then let me take care of you."

Standing over her, I reached for the hem of her shorts, only hesitating on my movements just to gauge her reactions and make sure this was okay. She had this look that could get her anything she ever wanted and when she flashed it at me I knew to do exactly that.

Those pretty little eyes of hers, she gave me that stare and I was turned a slave for her love, she had me in only one night and she still had me now.

She was always so reluctant to be vulnerable, to allow herself something so human. No one could blame her, she'd gone through a lot to get here. I see it in her though. That fighter. — She still deserved to let those defenses down every now and then and I was more than honored that I'd become trusted with such realities in which Sam just got to be Sam.

"I gotta hear you before I go any further, baby. Speak up for me?"

The poor thing's words must've been caught in her throat for a second or two but I allowed her the chance to gather herself before my lips were on her inner thigh, I swear I did but I know that if I were a lesser woman my self-control would've been stripped the before she uttered a damn word. "Just...touch me."

Now that I didn't need to be told twice.

I think one of the most fascinating things about Samantha is her power to seduce and addict, and she had me absolutely sprung. My lips ghost over her thighs before actually meeting the skin. Call me slow but I loved seeing her reactions and keeping myself between her legs at all times, letting her know how appreciated she truly was.

She looks down at me, her abs taut as I bring up the tank top she's wearing, exposing her muscled physique to my hungry eyes. That dark hooded stare is intense on me, and it's a damn shame she has to work tomorrow. I'd be here all night if I could.

My lips had wandered everywhere, neglecting Samantha and themselves while straying away from its intended target until finally, we'd both had enough. She lets out a frustrated whine and I'm too far gone to keep denying myself so I settle our collective woes when I wrap my lips around her bud, her body flinching only to end up running further into my tongue. One hand gripping her thigh in a firm hold.

I bury myself within the temple that is Samantha Carpenter's body, her slick coating my lips, my cheeks, my nose. Drowning in the scent and taste of her all I feel is a simple man's greed. Right now I am that simple man, and I have only one thing on my mind.

Making her sing. I always told her she had a beautiful voice.

Her moans egg me on, legs hoisted up on my shoulders. Her gaze is still locked in on me heavy, and when I pull away for air I can see a small hint of disappointment. "You seem disappointed. Have I disappointed you, my love? Don't be afraid. Speak your mind."

"You're an assho-" I shush her with my lips, giving her a taste of the liquid heaven that rests between her thighs, a moan slips out of those beautiful lips and the sound gets me high. I pull back, my mind back in that simple man's place as I lower myself back between her thighs. My tongue finds her slit and runs the length, revelling in the way she shudders each time.

Once upon a time, I told her my favorite thing was making out with her. I didn't clarify that I meant that in every sense of the word my mouth engaged in a heated makeout session with Sam's cunt. I'm not ashamed to admit it but after the night I had that ended with my arm in a sling, this felt like a reward. I'd gotten to the finish line. My prize was in front of me, and I was happy to take it. More than.

It wasn't long before I recognized those telltale signs that meant she was close to climax. The way her eyebrows knitted and she bit down on her lip harshly trying not to show just how good she was feeling, as she attempted to keep some semblance of that signature Samantha stubbornness; She failed miserably again and again. It was amusing to watch, and I was more than willing to...but granting her the serenity of hiding in the end was something that was completely off the table.

I let two of my fingers graze the edge of her hole, eyeing her reaction when I plunge the two deeply into her pretty pussy. If I wasn't so occupied I think I could've smirked a little.

The reaction this garner is as precious as it is delicious. Her legs squeezed themselves around my neck, her hands gripping the sheets and her back arched, eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm wracked through her body.

Her taste is something I couldn't quit if I tried, and I had no intention to. No, in fact, I locked my lips around her, fingers pumping in and out with her cum coating my tongue. Every little drip came from paradise and god was it heavenly.

And listen to that melody in which she sings my name.

"Y/n...B-baby, I can't-"

Fucking beautiful.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

"Do you think we could ever live a normal life?" She asks while her girlfriend lathers her hair up with shampoo, sitting behind her in the clawfoot bathtub. She can still see flashes of the carnage they left behind and she wonders just how much of her father she'd absorbed from the real-life cases to the movies her friends liked to binge repeatedly, and now she was continuing his legacy. A killer.

Y/n can practically see the overthinking inner battle Sam is having, and she immediately stops her movements. She pulls her in, one arm wrapped securely around her waist and the other tilting her head up to face her. She presses a brief but sweet, gentle kiss to her lips. Her forehead is against Sam's when they pull away.

"I'm gonna be honest, my love. I don't know. But what I do know is that I'm damn well gonna fight for one for us. Do you hear me? I want you to fight too. I...need you to fight too."

Her voice cracks on her last words until she feels two hands grabbing hers. Sam's eyes move over her and it's like she's falling in love with her girlfriend all over again. "Hey. I never said I was giving up."

Y/n stops in her tracks, taking a deep breath and nodding in agreement. "You didn't..."

Sam shakes her head, a smile slowly crawling onto her lips. She leans in to kiss Y/n again, head back against hers. "I didn't."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

A/N: Listened to Fiona Apple and Cowboy Carter high while I wrote this. 10/10 would recommend.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Hello, I was reading about the popularity aspect of H&M's delusions but I'm so surprised.

I wonder how Meghan could seriously think she would be a better royal ? Like, she didn't know british culture at all, and she was already clashing with some courtiers before the wedding, even before the engagement. That seems to me that it was a walking failure, how didn't she see it ?

More, the popularity is such a weak argument. Not only Charles is now King while beong less popular than his heir but at the time while being less popular than Harry, Catherine was already selling more than him. Even today a front cover with her will sell more. And in 2018 it seems to me that memorabilias of Louis' birth sold better than memorabilias of their wedding, so much that there wasn't even memorabilias made for Archie's birth. And William's words are taken more seriously. Like Harry says so much stupid things that goes into oblivion because in the greats scheme of things, no one cares but William's words are listened to and everyone want to have an opinion on it. So even with being more popular they were not more useful to UK's economy or soft power than Catherine and William.

How can someone be so much delusional to think it would work ?

I was in London in July 2018. Louis's new baby souvenirs were gone. Eugenie and Jack's wedding memorabilia was selling at a steady clip. Harry and Meghan's wedding collection was grossly marked down and not moving at all. I spoke to a shop assistant about how the sales were going and she said that the Sussex merch had drastically underperformed (i.e., the demand they expected was not there at all); so much so that smaller collections were ordered for Eugenie's wedding and those smaller collections were outselling what was left of the Sussexes.

As for why Meghan thought she could be a better royal - she completely bought into the "workshy Kate" criticism. All of her early PR was literally a point-by-point response to what people were complaining about Kate: she focuses too much on her clothes, she doesn't work enough, she's too shy, she doesn't like the media, she can't speak in public, she's too dependent on William, she's from a rich family what does she know about normal struggles, she has help, etc.

I suspect learning who the real Kate was is part of the culture shock Meghan had when she transplanted to the UK. Meghan probably assumed that she'd be competing with Media Punching Bag Kate for attention but when she got here and met the real Kate - Catalina de Medici / Catherine the Steel Marshmallow Daughter of Carole Middleton Kate, if you will - it was a rude awakening that she couldn't deal with and resorted to mean girl bullying tactics to force Kate back into the "Media Punching Bag Kate" role that Meghan's entire plan for royal success was contingent upon.

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis or Harry are bakers. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Christmas Lights In Paris | Mature | 4,671 words

Harry vividly remembered the day he was foolish enough to be blinded by pointless rage. It had been on Louis' birthday, a year ago, and Harry had bought tickets to Paris for both him and Lou. He had expected Louis to come with him to Paris for 3 years, without really talking about the plan to his lover. Everything went down hill when Louis refused. "You think your bakery is far more important than I am?" Were the exact words he had spewed and stormed off.

2) Don’t Say Yes, Run Away Now | Not Rated | 5,076 words

Louis is getting married and Harry made a promise. Plus, he has a plan. Kind of.

3) Too Nervous To Be Lovers | Mature | 6,445 words

Louis doesn't want to spend quarantine with Harry, his straight roommate, who doesn't even acknowledge his existence.

4) I Built This Bed For Two (I Built This Bed For Me and You) | Explicit | 8,942 words

Harry and Louis broke up after uni and haven't seen each other since—until they're roped into doing a Buzzfeed video together. Featuring awkward cuddling and a reunion that just needed a kick in the arse, gleefully provided by Niall.

5) Feel My Love | Explicit | 10,479 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis always gets things done on time, he just takes a detour along the way. The detour? Having sex with Harry. Harry never brings it up. Until he does.

6) Were We Ever This Young? | Explicit | 17,297 words

Hogwarts AU in which Harry and Louis both return to give talks to seventh years about the 'real world' with slightly varying results. Inspired by the Chilton scene between Rory and Paris in the new Gilmore Girls.

7) Heart of Sugar, Sweet Temptation of Mine | Explicit | 25,600 words

The process of courting is seriously outdated nowadays, it's not common anymore; people don’t want to go through the hassle of a proper courtship, dating is easier. Louis though, he was raised in a very traditional family, every member, down to his parents, had a courting and a mating ceremony. He grew up hearing stories about how wonderful it is, how much deeper the connection gets between a courting pair can get, and he's wanted that for himself since he was a pup, always dreaming of his alpha showing up and sweeping him off of his feet. His dreams seem to be coming true when he moves into a new building, closer to where he works, and the older alpha living in the flat in front of his own, initiates the courtship process. Everything he's ever wanted is within reach. Or is it?

8) Confections Of The Heart | Explicit | 25,877 words

Harry chuckles, smiling when Louis’ breath hitches as he reaches up to brush his thumb over Louis’ cheek. “Louis, would you like to go on a date with me?” He still worries that the date won’t go well, that Harry will get bored of him or decide it’s too complicated dating an omega with a pup, but he nods anyway, “Yes.” It feels worth it when Harry’s lips widen into a grin and the dimple that Louis finds quite charming craters into his cheek. Who knows, maybe it won’t be as awkward as you think, Louis thinks to himself and follows Harry to where Oliver is watching a chef with a loud laugh show the pup how to sculpt with chocolate. Maybe this time it’ll work out.

9) At Your Fingertips | Explicit | 27,399 words

He finds himself wrapped up in sheets in bed on Thursday night, staring at the familiar name on a new story that was posted the night before. His fingers twitch, ready to hit play and surrender to his impulses, saving the regret and turmoil for later. And still he hesitates, internally praying that he’ll somehow gain the strength to exit out within the next few moments before he inevitably loses his patience and hits the button. Three… Two… One. Play.

10) Tis the Season for...Love? | Mature | 27,920 words

Louis might just be what Harry's needed all along.

11) Short And Sweet | Explicit | 29,658 words

Louis is a shy university student in a world scarce of male omegas. He's always dreamt of having an alpha despite his sheltered upbringing, fantasizing about being loved and cared for. He's immediately smitten by the mysterious alpha with curly hair, broad shoulders, and the addictive coffee scent.

12) Welcome Home | Explicit | 49,417 words

Louis Tomlinson had to put a stop to his football career for a couple of months and he decided to go back home to rest his mind for a little bit only to find out a really weird coffee shop owner started to visit his mother on a regular basis with just as peculiar but lovely kid named Maxine.

13) Taken Over By The Feeling | Mature | 53,654 words

After almost a year of increasingly troubling behavior, Louis agrees to let his sister live with him. It's a last resort before more drastic measures are taken by their mom. Harry Styles runs Given A Chance, a program for troubled and disadvantaged teens out of the bakery he owns. He offers the kids in his program what he believes they need to start on a different and better path for their lives. Louis learns all too quickly that Harry's goodwill does not extend to him. Only because he happens to remind Harry of an ex he'd rather forget. It's not the smoothest of beginnings, but in the end Louis' own issues might be the real problem.

14) Beachwood Cafe | Mature | 63,562 words

The AU where Louis works in a cute little beachside cafe after running away from his problems and Harry is the tall handsome stranger who makes him question everything.

15) Wild Thing | Mature | 65,950 words

Harry doesn’t think love is for him, until Louis shows him just how wild love is.

16) Alpha's Sweet Omega | Not Rated | 66,133 words

Every soulmark differs from Alpha to Beta to Omega. It’s like a puzzle piece that connects you to your soulmate. Some legends from the ancient times say that when you have an aching soulmark, you’re close in finding your mate, and you’ll know that it is your mate when the scent transcends and entices you. And the pain in the mark will subside when you touch your mate. But what if you are already bounded to someone who is not your Alpha? Does social status matter? Will an Alpha fight for his rightful place and win the love of his Omega? The story of love and facing the odds. Making the impossible possible. The things you will do for Love...

17) Pinkies Never Lie | Explicit | 83,615 words

AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

[lululawrence]

Sus' 40 to 40 Countdown: 36 Days

Another day, another countdown! Today's theme for the fic rec will be...

The Fics That Coincide with the Random Numbers @jaerie Chose

Love Me Like You Do - Harry/Louis (friends to lovers, fake relationship, high school reunion)

The one where it's time for Harry's ten year reunion and Louis being his fake boyfriend for the night changes things more than they expected.

I Don't Mean to Frustrate - Harry/Louis (canon compliant, omegaverse, secret omega, TMH tour)

The one where Louis is an omega pretending to be a beta, but what happens when Harry, his (pining) alpha best friend, learns his secret?

No Constraints - Greg James/Louis (Uni AU, tutoring, calculus, banter)

Louis is really not understanding this particular section of his Vector Calculus course, and his tutor doesn't seem to get what Louis is having a hard time with.

Until he does.

Let Me Make It Better - Harry/Louis (childhood friends, friends to lovers, emotional hurt/comfort, cuddling)

The one where Louis was seven years old when he moved in next door to Harry, but now that they're in their senior year of college, everything is starting to change.

All 40 to 40 Countdown Posts

[hlficlibrary]

✤ Secret Relationship Fics ✤

A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.

- Top 5 H/L Fics -

1️⃣ Fall Into Your Gravity by @zarah5 (E, 74k)

AU. In which Harry is an overnight pop sensation and Louis steals plants, Zayn pulls Liam's proverbial pigtails and Niall's really just pleased there are more girls for him.

2️⃣ Emperor's New Clothes by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships (E, 92k)

The fact that Louis’s most precious belonging was a cat with a face like thunder and an uncanny ability to cover every single inch of Louis’s clothing with cat hair was something that Louis chose not to think about too much.

or: Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship.

3️⃣ Hands Clasped Tight  by @afirethatcannotdie (E, 44k)

“What am I looking at here?” Harry asks.

“This, my friends, is a ‘proof’ Instagram account, run by your students,” Liam announces.

“It’s got all this stuff about how the two of you are together,” Niall adds.

“I heard about that,” says one of the math teachers. “Confiscated a kid’s phone today when they were looking at it. I have to say, the evidence that you’re dating is pretty damning.”

“Really,” Louis says dryly. “Do you think being married for three years might have something to do with it?”

Or the one where Harry and Louis are high school teachers and their students have been playing matchmaker for over a year. Little do they know, Harry and Louis are already married.

4️⃣ Learning to Breathe by youcomecrash / @drunkharrystyles-blog (E, 110k)

He’s playing football at one of the top universities in England and he should love everything about his life right now, but instead he’s moving backwards. How does your past fit into your present? Louis is still figuring it out.

5️⃣ so keep my candle bright by whisperdlullaby (E, 78k)

louis returns to his hometown after four years to find that the reverend’s son has done some growing up of his own.

HIDDEN GEMS:

💎 Caught In Your Gravity by @lululawrence (NR, 62k)

It felt like the blood froze in Harry’s veins even as he got a bit lightheaded. He hadn’t even made it two practices, only one of which he was remotely in charge of, without giving it all away and now he and Liam were both absolutely fucked.

“Shit,” Harry breathed out. “Who all have you told? Does everyone know? I thought I covered it better than that…”

“No, no,” Louis said quickly. "They’ll figure it out soon enough, though, because they’ll get used to you changing things up, but you’re only going to trip over your so called Americanisms for so long before they realize it’s because you don’t actually know fuck all about football.”

Harry sighed. “Yeah. I figured. I just need to bullshit for long enough to allow Liam to get the situation figured out from his end.”

“Right, which brings me to my entire point. I think we can find a mutually beneficial arrangement with all of this.” Louis leaned forward. “You need to learn the ins and outs of the sport incredibly fast. I can help you with that.”

“What do you want in exchange?”

Or, an AU inspired by a 30 second trailer of Ted Lasso that doesn't actually have much in common with the show at all.

💎 Old Photographs & Times I'll Remember by @jaerie (E, 54k)

Carefully he set that negative down and lifted the paper to see there was another beneath. This one again was a young man, this time posed against an antique car. He lifted a few more negatives out one by one, each a portrait of the same man with various backdrops. The man in a meadow, in an office, leaning against a doorframe — even one in his underwear grinning at the camera. On the edge of each negative printed in slanted, handwritten characters were the initials and date. H.S. 1924.

He quickly but carefully packed them back into the box and buzzed with excitement. He couldn’t wait to develop them to see exactly what had been captured in the images. It was a find that felt like a puzzle to piece together.

H.S. was likely the man in the photographs as well as the owner of the suitcase. Who was he? Why had his suitcase found its way into Niall’s attic? Was he still alive and well somewhere in the world?

A camera, a suitcase, and a relationship forged through time.

💎 On Thin Ice by @neondiamond (E, 16k)

As the goaltender for one of the best hockey teams in the world, Harry never expected participating in his second winter Olympics would be so eventful. His hidden long-term relationship with the captain of their biggest rival team may have something to do with it.

💎 I Can Build Your Heart A Home by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove (T, 10k)

“I was just thinking," Niall says. Did you know that Louis came out as gay last year?”

Harry nearly chokes on his drink, just barely managing to swallow. “Hrng,” he manages, trying not to cough. “Um. Yeah, I think I saw it on Facebook. Good for him.”

“Well.” Niall shrugged. “I figured it just made sense."

Harry feels goosebumps rise on his arms. “What do you mean?”

“I just think you and Louis should date,” Niall says. “I think you’d be good together, you know? You were friends in high school, weren’t you?”

“Erm.” Harry swallows. “Friends isn’t exactly the term I’d use.” Niall doesn’t need to know what terms he would use.

Or, Harry and Louis kind of secretly sort of dated in high school. Now it's two years later and they're both back in town for Christmas and it's awkward. Until it isn't.

💎 Battle Of The Balls by bluegreenish / @greenblueish (M, 5k)

“Rim of the hole, Haz, really?” he gazes at the camera again. “This is getting demonetised and honestly, rightfully so. How are we still allowed to make videos? YouTube, why don’t you just do yourself the favour and delete our channels?”

“After everyone sees that I win this game though,” Harry winks, dimples still showing. 

or, the one where YouTubers Harry and Louis play Golf With Friends, go to the pub with Niall and return home six hours after posting the video.

[blacclotusss]

Like the Light by Which God Made the World Before Light

I mainly want to talk about three main things that I gravitated towards in this episode: Claudia & Madeleine, Armand & the Coven, and The Trial. 

Claudia & Madeleine

I didn't expect to be all for this companionship the way that I am, but this relationship is so sweet and as pure as it can get between a human and a vampire turned immortal love. I think their connection and their relationship represent what all these immortal relationships could be. They seem to understand one another and learned how to work with what the other was offering and I think that's the sweetest thing. I knew they would get along and probably form some sort of bond from their first interaction (absolutely loved Claudia in this scene and how she moved). I'm glad Claudia found someone who is all for her without their being any weird animosity, like with the coven, or feeling as if the most important person in her life is choosing everyone else but her. The description of the little scene of Claudia in daylight with her beautiful yellow dress being from Madeleine's mind was so, so beautiful and nearly moved me to tears. Finally, even if it was just a vision, we see Claudia happy and cheerful as she deserves to have been all her life. This woman has been through enough and it stinks that things end for her the way the way they do, at least in other versions of this story. I'm glad she was able to find a companion, even if it were just for a short period of time. Oh how I wish they would have stayed traveling the world...

Armand & The Coven

Let's start with Armand by himself and everything he has going on. Armand is a powerful, yet insecure guy that needs some structure in his life and will fall apart if he doesn't have it. My personal belief is that's the reason why he doesn't let that coven go not does he really get too physical with them, I mean he's got the whole mind thing going on so he doesn't really have to. But, as much as he is insecure and powerful, he's also manipulative. Manipulation is literally this man's day job and it was hilarious when he said "Are you asking me, Maitre?" when he and Louis was like "...okay girl we ain't doing this today." But, he knows how to work a crowd and a room, which we've seen with the dinner and in San Francisco and even in Dubai with the whole "you asked for it" thing. He likes to spin things like he's a DJ playing a set and even I had to come to the realization of just how bad he is. Again, he is a beautifully tragic individual (the third tragic beauty I have attached myself to) but that's a sneaky little thing. 

Now, in regards to him and the coven, Armand was never going to fight that coven on matters regarding Claudia. Louis? Probably. But he has the same goal of getting Claudia out of the way that Louis' previous man did. Not only does he feels she's in the way of their relationship, but she is the living embodiment of a broken immortal law. I think he probably wanted her out from the moment he figured them out, which was day one. I was also trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, but there was absolutely no way he didn't hear them plotting. Maybe that's why he told Louis they should leave...O don't know! My question is if he will actually interfere with them, and I'm assuming, trying to kill Louis? Like, that's supposed to be his love, I'm hoping he does something. And, I need to know what Louis' reasoning was for staying with him after that, unless it's some more memory stuff. Did he know Lestat would be there? Also, cannot wait to see how Daniel will aid in unfolding all of this. 

The Trial

This whole thing is really a damn headache and I hope every coven member gets burned down to a crisp, especially that bleach blonde heifer parading around like he's the best actor to walk the earth. I'm glad Armand AND Louis yoked him up! Buffoon! I always knew there was something with that man, he gave too many mysterious looks for me as if he was trying to pick them apart from the inside. He even goes on to try and get close to Claudia just to put her on trial for killing her abuser. Guillotine! Go meet you maker, thesp! And speaking of abuser...it's so funny how they bring Lestat into this whole thing when he's definitely a part of the problem. Aside from all of the nonsense and abuse he's put Louis and Claudia through, he also broke one of the rules by turning Claudia at 14 years old all because his miserable self couldn't bear to be alone or without Louis. Are they going to try and kill him, too? Or is he their God just like Armand once was? This is sarcasm if you didn't catch it. It's just...very questionable that they overlook everyone else's faults to get rid of her. And why is Madeleine on trial? That girl ain't do a thing to them people. Will they torture Armand as well by making him watch? I'm just rambling my thoughts at this moment, but I can't help but notice...something about the way these people move. 

[sergeifyodorov]

Any interest in grading everyone’s first day of free agency? Would love to hear your thoughts!!

ooh okay ! well as tuned in as i am i didn't catch everything so this is going to be pretty incomplete/fairly uninformed but here's my attempt:

boston bruins: that zadorov contract LOL AND LMAO (i say as if hes not going to immediately skyrocket to excellence.) that lindholm contract might be even worse with the same caveat. A+ for me, a hater

buffalo sabres: what did they even do? C.

detroit red wings: kane is a bad move + jack campbell is fine at that contract + cam talbot is the epitome of "goalies? what's up with goalies?" + why do they have 4 goalies now. C-

florida panthers: lost montour, lost oel, lost lomberg. that reinhart contract is really good though. C+

montreal canadiens: if slaf continues on his upward trajectory that contract looks great; if he doesn't, they're already bad so it doesn't matter all that much. B

ottawa senators: what did they even do? get noah gregor? i hear he's very fast. C.

tampa bay lightning: where do i even start with this one

toronto maple leafs: the problem w/ all of the leafs' acquisitions is that they are Fine, some of them even Good, but they're just overpaid enough for me to not only get annoyed about it but also see 30 ft of insufferably rancid discourse every time i open twitter. B+

carolina hurricanes: appear to have lost half the guys i remember being on their roster, but the one dude they did end up signing was one of the small handful of good deals i saw handed out today. C

columbus blue jackets: this team's quality does not matter. you know what does matter? gaudreau/monahan reunion. A

new jersey devils: brett pesce's good. B+

new york islanders: anthony duclair's good but i mourn what lou lamoriello will make him do with his hair. C+

new york rangers: what did they even do. C.

philadelphia flyers: MATVEI MICHKOV IS COMING. TELL YOUR FRIENDS, TELL YOUR ENEMIES, TELL TRAVIS KONECNY, TELL EVERYONE!!! A

pittsburgh penguins: incredibly committed to the bit of only signing players over 30 and they don't have poj back yet. C

washington capitals: genuine home runs in here. chychrun... pld... matt roy... didn't even give out valuable picks to acquire these assets! A

chicago blackhawks: i think they're trying to crawl out of this rebuild with no other serious potential core members other than bedard, which don't get me wrong is a bad move, but i also think they're not doing a terrible job of crawling out of the rebuild. B

colorado avalanche: kept jo drouin. C+

dallas stars: lyubushkin is incredibly bad and they gave him 3.25 aav. and casey desmith is there. F

minnesota wild: extended one of the sexiest toothless men on earth jake middleton. A

nashville predators: A+

st louis blues: what did they even do. C

utah hockey club: that durzi price is a bit steep but hey, if you've never had the money before i guess you might as well spend it. also sergachev was a BALLSY move i will miss you my cunty mistress. also we (the nhl) have a fucking iginla again... for our health. we need an iginla. B-

winnipeg jets: what did they even do. C

anaheim ducks: what did they even do. C

calgary flames: sharangovich extension + anthony mantha. tidy bit of business. zayne parekh YOU are the 2025 calder trophy winner. C+

edmonton oilers: managed to get a couple good players on nice cheap contracts, improved their rush game even more somehow, and will have to re-print their goalie's jerseys because they now have two different guys named skinner. A

la kings: gave joel edmundson nearly 4 million dollars a year. D

seattle kraken: stole brandon montour from florida. B+

san jose sharks: unlike the hawks, seem to be actively prepared to break out of the rebuild and trying to do it. toffoli? great! wennberg? a little overpaid but they're trying to hit the cap floor at this point so it's quite good! rumours of pavs return to san jose but you didn't hear it from me. B+

vancouver canucks: jake debrusk is gonna be a good linemate for petey imho. the hronek and myers contracts were a little rich but honestly they seem to be a lot more coherent ideologically than they were just a couple years ago. B

vegas golden knights: basically lost every remaining original misfit/otherwise quality forward in an effort to keep marchessault, and then lost marchessault anyway to the Power Of Divorce. and now they have ilya samsonov as their starting goaltender. F

[daisyblog]

The X Factor Audition

When We Were Young Masterlist Summary: YN auditions for The X Factor and is completely shocked when she is put together in a band, with five other boys.

From a young age, YN was always trying to entertain others. She would make up plays to perform in front of her family, sing along to the radio with her father whilst in the car and once she was able to there was a guitar glued to her hands.

So it was no surprise to her family that when she turned eighteen, she wanted to audition for The X Factor. So on a summer morning in June, along with her parents and younger brother, Alfie, YN travelled to her audition in London from her hometown in Brighton.

Once they arrived at ExCeL London, YN was given a strip of paper with her unique audition on it from a crew member and was instructed to wait in the long line. Despite rehearsing the song for what felt like a million times, YN's hands began to feel sweaty and the butterflies in her tummy were erratic.

"Take a deep breath darling" Rose, YN's Mum encouraged "You're going to blow them away"

"Maybe I should audition with you?" YN's dad, Miles joked.

"You'd empty the arena Miles" Rose teased her husband.

"Even if it doesn't go okay...I'll still be proud of you YN" Alfie sweetly interrupted.

"Aww Alfs...c'mere" YN pulled her brother into a cuddle.

After waiting outside in the queue for what felt like days, they were now backstage in a smaller line waiting for YN's turn.

Once YN had been told it was her turn, her family pulled her in for good luck hugs and words of encouragement, before she followed the crew member to the stage. Standing on the allocated mark, she took a deep breath before she spoke to the four judges in front of her.

"Hi" YN manages to say as she takes a deep breath and holds the black microphone in her hand. This is the moment she's been waiting for.

Hi lovely..what's your name and where are you from?" Cheryl asks.

"Uh..I'm YN and I'm from Brighton" YN nervously answers into the microphone.

"And what do you do YN?" Louis speaks.

"I'm in college, studying music"

"Interesting..what are you going to sing for us today?" Simon asks with a stern look.

"Chasing Pavements" YN answered confidently.

"Adele" Simon stated, "Are you sure?" clearly doubting her already.

"More than sure"

"Good luck" Simon nodded his head for her to start. The track begins to play as YN holds the microphone to her mouth.

I've made up my mind Don't need to think it over If I'm wrong, I am right Don't need to look no further This ain't lust I know this is love, but

YN glances at the judges and see's Cheryl smiling and Louis nodding his head, but Simon's expression was hard to read.

If I tell the world I'll never say enough 'Cause it was not said to you And that's exactly what I need to do If I end up with you

As the music built up for the chorus, YN had this boost of confidence as the crowd cheered and began to move around the stage.

Should I give up? Or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere Or would it be a waste? Even If I knew my place, should I leave it there? Should I give up? Or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere

YN couldn't help but cover her tears as she watched the three judges clap and the audience roars with claps. After a few moments, the crowd quietens down and the judges talk.

"YN..babe..that was incredible..you should be so proud...It's a hundred yes' from me" Cheryl was the first to speak, earning a big smile from YN and a thank you.

"You young lady as gonna be a popstar" Louis complimented "yes yes yes"

"YN" Simon's intimidating voice began "I..I won't lie..I didn't think you would be able to sing that song...but you've proved me wrong...so guess what....it's a yes from me"

YN couldn't believe it, her dream was one step closer. Immediately she ran off the stage and into her family's arms. A moment they would never forget.

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Despite feeling over the moon at being at Bootcamp, YN couldn't help but feel like an outsider. Other contestants seemed to have made friends as they stood and sat together. But YN sat in one of the corners, just her and her guitar. She had just finished performing 'If I Were A Boy' for the judges and was waiting for further instructions when she saw two figures sitting beside her. She glanced in their direction, two boys one with curly hair and the other with a beanie sat covering his head.

"Uh hi" YN greeted.

"Hi..M'Harry..what's your name?" the one with curly hair spoke first.

"YN"

"Louis" the other boy introduced himself. "We thought you looked a bit lonely on your own..so we came to join you..if that's okay?"

"Uh..yeah..I don't really fit anywhere" YN laughed nervously.

"Do you play?" Louis nodded his head towards the guitar sitting in YN's lap.

"Yeah..I've been playing since I was seven"

"Sick" Louis complimented.

"Where are you both from?"

"Donny" "Manchester..well Holmes Chapel" the boys spoke together, making YN smile.

"I'm from Brighton"

"Posh girl" Louis teased.

For the rest of boot camp, wherever Harry and Louis were YN could be found too. YN would be strumming on the guitar and Harry would sing along, but Louis was mesmerised by the girl he had just met, even Harry had begun to tease him when YN wasn't looking, making the Yorkshire boy roll his eyes and swat his arm.

Being told they had been eliminated from the boot camp stage was devastating. Harry, Louis and YN were backstage crying into each other's arms. Harry wiped his tears with his black beanie and wrapped his arms around the pair as they huddled together, waiting to go their separate ways.

"I just don't want to go home" YN sniffled and wiped her tears with the sleeve of her jumper.

As the three and the other rejected acts, began to leave a member of the crew began to call them back.

"They're gonna make us cry...make a good bit of TV" Harry mumbled.

The crew member began to call names from the boy's and girl's categories and asked them to return from the stage.

"Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson and Niall Horan"

Both the boys left YN's side and followed the others to the stage. YN's name was then called and she walked onto the stage and naturally stood next to the other girls.

"YN..can you go and stand with the group of boys instead please darling" Nicole asked. YN walked over to the boys and Harry and Louis both smiled at her as she stood next to them. "Thank you all for coming back..judging from some of your faces this is really hard..we've thought long and hard about it..and we've thought of each of you as individuals and we feel that you are too talented to look go of..we think it would be a great idea to have two separate groups"

"We've decided to put you both through-" Simon added.

YN and the five boys instantly huddled together and celebrated their second chance. This was just the beginning.

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[heartstringsduet]

In a spiral of hating things I create. BUT, there are at least some WIPs I can return to and try and find my footing again. So have some words of a grieving TK (!!) of the new Let Me part. 😭 thanks for tagging me: @herefortarlos @carlostk @inflarescent

“I know nothing will make this better. But I need you to know that you’re not going through this alone. You have so many people in your life who would drop everything to support you. Whatever you need, TK.”

It’s not whatever he needs, TK thinks bitterly. Not whatever.

“I won’t leave your side again,” Carlos promises. “I love you.” 

"Love you," TK repeats so quietly, the rush of the shower could swallow it up.

"I love you.”

Oh. It's a guide, Carlos is always leading him, demonstrating it so TK will return it fully, make it more than a ghost of a reply. He won’t allow TK to slip away and it’s cruel. It’s as cruel as being caught by a father, as cruel as a mother dragging him out of a drug den.

It’s the cruelest thing not to let TK just vanish. But it’s done out of love and even in the pit, TK feels grateful for the cruelty that comes with the care people have for him when he doesn't.

"I love you," TK echoes, giving what energy he has left into the truth of it.

Carlos kisses his hairline. “Tell me what you need.”

It’s only when TK he feels the hands he brought over his head start to tremble that he realized instinct has made him move. If pain isn’t an option, if chemicals aren’t…

Carlos’s eyes flick up. There’s not a second of hesitation. The weight of his grip and the way his lower body follows by trapping TK fully is the solidity TK’s dangling feet had fumbled for today. 

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[imogenleewriter]

Heyy, do you have any fic recommendations? I need something to read while I patiently wait for you to update :)

I do! Well, I'm really just going to give you a list of some of my favourites. A lot of them are quite well-known, but hopefully, there is something here you haven't read yet! I definitely have some strong trope preferences. But if you like my fic(s), I'm guessing you have similar preferences. (I've put some rambling notes at the end).

Take my hand (and my heart and soul) - by bananaandboots (@anylessreal) Ex-friends to lovers. Amnesia. Harry loses his memory and doesn't know why he doesn't talk to his best friend anymore.

Stranger Stars - by shaylea (@sunshineandhisrainbows) Strangers to lovers. A trip around Africa. Louis is a tour guide around Africa, and Harry is a songwriter going on a tour. The fact that it's in my top however many this is and doesn't fit into any of my top tropes, shows how good it is.

Mine Would Be You - by crinkle-eyed-boo (KimmieRocks) (@crinkle-eyed-boo) Exes to lovers. Artist/writer. Louis returns to NYC and gets pulled back into his ex's life.

Our Lives, Non-Fiction - by indiaalphawhiskey (@indiaalphawhiskey) Enemies to lovers. Authors. Louis and Harry are forced on a book tour together. Harry loves Louis' writing, and Louis insults fanfiction.

Given a Chance - Fabby (@fabby1d) Exes to lovers. Canon compliant. Harry and Louis run into each other in a small town in the US and... keep running into each other.

For As Long As I Can Remember (It's Been December) - by green_feelings (@greenfeelings) Exes to lovers. Amnesia. Harry moves to London after an accident that causes memory loss. He thinks it's love at first sight when he sees Louis for the first time... but it's not.

got the sunshine on my shoulders - by hattalove (@hattalove) Exes to lovers. Famous Harry/Non-Famous Louis. Loosely based on Sweet Home Alabama.

Wild and Unruly - by gloria_andrews (@gloriaandrews), 100percentsassy (@100percentsassy) , Enemies to lovers. Rural romance with baby cows. Louis is a paralegal who tries to convince Harry to sell his land.

Walk That Mile - by purpledaisy (@daisyharry) Enemies to lovers. Road trip. Louis needs transport along Route 66, and Niall happens to know someone going that way.

Flash Back To Me - by akatomlinson (@akatomlinson) Exes (kind of) to lovers. Amnesia. Louis has temporary memory loss and doesn't remember his boyfriend or have any idea why he would have dated him in the first place.

So I clearly have a very strong preference for enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, and amnesia fics (which isn't that surprising because The Vow is my favourite movie). I do have some other fics that I love, but I personally feel like they need really strong trigger warnings, and I don't want to do that to someone else fic in a public post, so you can message me if you want (although they're all fairly well-known).

Anyway, hopefully you haven't read them all and find something that you like!!

I spent two hours on this earlier today, and just before I posted it, Tumblr crashed, and I wanted to cry. I tried to find all the right Tumblr accounts but if I didn't please let me know!

Also, shout out to the writers for writing some of my favourite fics!!!

[ananiel]

His cruel angel

Moriarty the patriot x reader

Tw :hurt/comfort, death, slight Gore a little bit of toxic relationship but happy end

William james moriarty x reader

Sorry for bad english.

The manor was quiet. Moran and Bond weren't arguring, Louis was doing his chores. Everyone seemed busy.

William being the busies. He looked at the clock a few Times and noted that his wife, Reader, hadn't visited him in a few hours. If he remembers so corectly, he hadn't seen her since he woke up. William usually, if he sleep that is, wakes up before reader does.

He knew that her mother, who was traveling the world as a circus ring master with only her little brother, since reader remained in London with William, should've sent a letter today.

Reader was surely waiting for it to appear.

Yes, that was it.

She will come at any moment now.

She was just waiting for a letter, after all, he loved her and she loved him, neither one of them could leave the other behind!

An hour passes and Reader enters quietly in the manor, holding a letter close to her chest. "Ah, my love, You are finally here!" William exclaims and goes to reader. He can sense something is wrong but doesn't want to be direct about it.

"William please sit down." Reader says firmly. Her voice was shallow. Clearly something happend. William does as told, waiting impatiently for her to speak again.

"My mother died" she says quietly. Her eyes Red while looking at him. Before William could say anything she ads :

"i was sent a letter from her manager and i would like to take her place as ring master at the circus-"

"no." William cuts her off.

Reader looks surprised.

"but-"

"no. I won't let You leave me. Your mother's circus was a moving one. If You take over it You will have to move from place to place. I don't want You to leave me."

"But William-"

Louis and Moran enter, looking at the both of them. William pulls her close and whispers into her ear.

"You are not an acrobat, or ring master or what not. You are lady Moriarty. My wife. We will go to complete the mission planed today and forget this conversation ever happend. Clear?"

Reader frowns slightly but nods her head and follows the others to the mansion where they would kill a noble family that does ilegal traficking of children and women.

Yet, reader was clearly not paying attention. She was clearly still thinking about her mother. William should've known better than to bring her in such a place.

She got shot.

William didn't see where. The building was on fire and the nobleman was aiming for him, but instead, the bullet hit reader. She fell to the ground. William rushed to get to her but Moran grabed and draged him outside. The building colapsed and William fell to his knees, screaming and crying. Louis knelt down to comfort his brother but William was simply unconsolable. He was holding his ring. The one that should've shown others that he had his love. That he found the missing piece of his life. Now he lost it all.

It's been 11 months since the incident. William wasn't the same. They couldn't find her body. Didn't have enough time to look for it as the police showed up. Reader had a gravestone put on her name, but no corpse there. William often visited her grave. Sometimes he brings flowers, other times deserts that she used to love. He would sit hours at a time. Whising that she was there, or that at least, God would have mercy on his soul and kill him too. He was already dead inside, was his reasoning for the sinful wish of death. Without his love. Without his angel. The world returned to it's dark place that doesn't let him have a happy ending.

He read all the letters that she ever gotten and the ones she never sent. He didn't eat, didn't sleep. He was a broken man. One that had no motivation left. His brothers were worried but what could they do? The last Time Louis tried to talk to William, he started sobbing.

The last Time William and Reader ever talked was an argument. She died not knowing how much he truly loved her. She died because of him. He was truly a monster. One that killed the only light in his life that could change that fact.

He read the letter from Reader's mother hundreds of Times, and out of spite looked for The circus that her mother had. The reason why they had an argument, why she was so distracted in the mision... The reason why she...

William couldn't finish that line, even in his head. Even thinking about it, twist his insides and yet she is all that he can think about.

To his surprise, the circus was still going. Making even more money then it ever did. Maybe her little brother was running it now. He took the train to where the circus was located at the moment. Her brother had the right to know that she wasn't alive anymore.

When he got to the gate he felt a chill run down his spine. This is where he met reader the first Time. She was an acrobat for her mother's circus. When they made eye contact for the first time he knew that she was the one.

"My ladies and my gentelmans!"

Wait.

Wait.

He knew that voice. He knew that voice so well.

The voice he hadn't heard in 11 months.

His angel. That was his angel. He knew it for sure.

He ran inside while the others were leaving. Clearly the performance was over and many nobles gave him weird looks for entering now, but did he care? Not at all.

His breath hitched and his heart started beating again after 11 sorowfull months. There was his beautiful wife in the middle.

Wearing a Red costume and a magician hat. She was the ring master of the show.

She turned to face him and let out a gasp when seeing him but regained her compusture fast.

William slowly made her way to her.

"yes, i know what You will say" Reader started talking.

"how could i do something like this"

Reader took a few steps back and William took a few foward. William was silently the hole time

"how could i leave everything behind, how could i leave You behind."

Redear was almost backed down into a wall

"why do You have to be so stoick, William!"

Reader was completly backed down against the wall.

"shout, scream, say something!" she screams.

William takes her cheeck in his hand and caresses it softly. Tears start falling from her eyes.

"You're as beautiful as the day i lost You" William finally whispers and Kisses reader.

It was the best kiss they have ever shared togheter.

William finally felt alive after all this time. His angel. How could his angel leave him to mourn like this? She truly was a cruel woman.

And he was a monster.

He was a monster, and her, his cruel angel

[atomicwinnerdreamland]

One of my favorites of Ben's videos is "Table News: Convicts, Homelessness, and the Kentucky Derby" for many reasons, this being one of them:

Gov: He murdered his wife?!?

Indiana: Allegedly.

Gov: Oh yeah, I've heard that one before.

Indiana: Just because he admitted to hitting her head with a flower pot and then dumping her body in a river doesn't mean he killed her.

Florida: Yeah, that math checks out.

Gov: Okay, maybe we don't talk about convicted felons today, huh.

Alabama: Oh.. *crosses out something on paper*

Louisiana: Mais, come on now, just one more can't hurt.

Gov: What, Alabama?

Alabama: It ain't nothing we can't just move right on past.

Florida: Booo, spill the tea.

Gov: Let's hear it.

Alabama: A corrections officer helped an inmate escape and now they're both on the run.

Louisiana: Hehe, today just keeps getting better :D

Holy shit, these are some wild ass criminal stories. Sweet, cinnamon roll Indiana talking about a murder in his state with a smile on his face is both unsettling (like, is he used to this?!?) and cute (aww, Indy <3). This fic by @xechoecho88x is such a wonderful Indiana story if ya wanna read one :D

Along with that, Alabama's criminal story is crazy: the corrections officer apparently fell in love with the inmate, helped him escape, and then were found in Indiana (corrections officer died and the inmate was captured). Honestly this case got me intrigued, so I imagine Alabama and Indiana talking about it after the meeting like, "I can't believe your corrections officer & inmate ended up in my state, 'bama." "I can't believe it neither honestly, but your dude murdered his wife with a flower pot?" "Yeah no yeah, I can't believe he used a flower pot too." "Wha- the murder didn't surprise you?"

Loui and Florida being super into the criminal stories and Gov looking like he needs an aspirin was so lovely to see :) Of course the Chaos Duo would be intrigued by stories related to crime, but I'm kinda shocked Gov wasn't as into the stories as they are considering his shadiness lol (or... was he?)

[zot3-flopped]

It's embarrassing how Louis just stops singing in that clip you linked. He also does that weird thing where he moves the mic away from his mouth when he's singing?? Like, he knows what a shit singer he is and doesn't even try to improve. He's the exact same today, hiding behind a band. So why do rads think he deserves a better career? Louies must relate to Louis' lazy mediocrity on some level.

Niall also sounds horrible in that clip, but at least he's trying. I can see why Niall is the only one Harry kept in contact with. It must have been infuriating for Harry to be be paid the same amount as Louis.

Louis' skill level is so low. He's nowhere near good enough to be a backing singer, let alone a lead vocalist. Singing is agony for him and his corroded lungs.