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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 3 months

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"Time & the Trickster" A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

Chapter 5: Boston

You hit another dead end when you arrive in Massachusetts. While Joey hunts for a way to get you over the ocean, you face the most frightening prospect yet: sharing a bed with Loki...alone.

CHAPTER WARNING: "oh look, only one bed" trope

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Regent’s Park, London, England June 12 11:52pm GMT

Hopeless. It was certainly hopeless.

Of course, it was hopeless that time the Daleks tried to take over the Earth via a slew of deadly reality shows.

It was also hopeless when Rose was lost to the alternate reality forever.

Not to mention, the feeling of existential dread that had happened when The Master aged him near to death, and he had to rely on Martha Jones alone to travel around the world on foot to be saved.

Usually, The Doctor did well with hopelessness. However, without the TARDIS showing any signs of life, things were quickly going from ‘hopeless’ to ‘finished.’

And The Doctor did NOT do well with ‘finished.’

Even his screwdriver had no power here. People thought he was a man in costume waving a toy around. In order to avoid the eye of the police, he learned quickly that he;’d have to get out of this one “the human way,” which basically meant sitting around and waiting for a miracle.

He felt as if he were in mourning, his TARDIS in her final resting place in this forsaken reality, where even the most bloodthirsty extraterrestrials had all seemed to ignore Sol 3. Would he be trapped here? Forced to live for thousands of years more in a fixed timeline, nowhere to explore? No one to rescue?

Nearing midnight, he sat on the ground, his back up against the TARDIS, looking up into the starless night, wondering if miracles were possible in what had to be the Timeline at the End of the Universe itself.

Suddenly, the TARDIS breathed once more, just once. A pulse of dim green glow radiated from the door’s windows, causing The Doctor to immediately spring to his feet.

“Oh, please come back…what cowboys have we got going on here?” He circled the box once, twice, three times, until the green light dimmed again to where it was nearly imperceptible, aside to the Time Lord’s own hyper-keen eye.

“Clom’s blue soil, what is going on?” he mouthed. “What are you trying to tell me? That’s something’s coming?”

Perhaps, something was drawing closer, and it was giving the TARDIS itself hope…

Boston, Massachusetts June 12 6:52pm EST

You managed, by the grace of Fate, to procure a somewhat-comfortable hotel room for $80 a night. With careful calculation, you figured that you could spend a week in Boston if you found a cheap grocery store and walked everywhere. That would give you some time to track down all of Joey’s friends in the city to find a way out of it.

While the room was clean and cozy, it was sparsely furnished, with a television set that looked too old for the Cleaver Family in the corner. Everything came in tones of puke-green and piss-yellow. A highly-stylized divider separated the doorway from the rest of the room, designed to look like a set of wrought-iron loops.

“Well, I’m taking the couch,” said Joey, bouncing his ass up and down on the mattress of the only queen-sized bed in the room. “These spring-mattresses really do a number on my back!”

Your jaw dropped. “You slept on a second hand sofa before today, jackass!” Loki was in the bathroom, so you were able to speak freely to your brother, at least for a few moments.

“So?” Joey said with a wink. “I thought you’d be more comfortable on the bed anyways.”

“But where will he sleep?” you pointed furiously to the bathroom door.

“The bed!”

Your heart may as well have fallen into your stomach. “Joey, fuck that! You’re crossing a line!”

“But you’re getting along with him so well,” he said in a mocking singsong voice only a bratty younger brother could produce. “I thought maybe you’d--”

Joey dove over the bed when you instantly grabbed the nearest pillow to chick angrily at his face. “--you don't think he’d have something to say about it??”

“Say about what?” Loki asked, suddenly appearing in the open doorway, his green shirt pulled sloppily over his torso and clinging to his wet chest. His legs were bare aside from the white towel wrapped around his hips. Your skin went hot, and it was all you could do to keep the beads of nervous sweat from forming on your face.

“I can’t sleep on that, Lokes,” Joey stepped in before you could tell him yourself. “You and Y/N are sharing the bed. I’ll take the couch.”

“Alright,” Loki said instantly, looking at you with a quick, agreeable smile. “As long as you’re also agreeable, of course.”

Was it possible to leave one’s body without outright dying? It was as if you ejected your own soul, and you were nothing left but a cold, nervous shall while your spirit flew around the room, whooping excitedly.

What to say? How to respond?

“...yeah.”

The evening was spent sharing boxes of cheap takeout and discussing how to go about procuring transport.

“We can’t fly,” said Joey just before slurping back a noodle with no consideration for manners. “He doesn’t have papers, and good luck getting him any.”

“So we illegally cross international borders?!” you nearly screamed. “And an ocean?”

“What other choice do we have? Not like the two of us are staying, anyway.” He put the messy takeout box on the desk beside him. “I think I can see if Paulie can’t get someone to get us across on a boat.”

“A boat!” you moaned, tossing your head back with an exaggerated groan.

“What’s wrong with a boat?” asked Loki, raising an eyebrow.

“Getting to England on a boat could take weeks!” you answered, “Easily, in fact!”

His right leg began bouncing up and down impatiently, triggered by the suggestion. “And we cannot simply stow away on an airplane? Or perhaps I could use my resemblance one last time to secure--”

“--no,” you finally put your foot down. You looked him sternly in the eye and leaned over, taking his hand in both of yours, gripping them tightly enough to demonstrate that you meant business. “Loki, we’re risking enough as it is flaunting you around trains and pawn shops. You cannot do that anymore. It’s too dangerous.”

“As it so happens,” said Joey, “I might already know a guy, if he’s the one Paulie knows.”

Rolling your eyes, you groaned. “Bullshit.”

“He has a 50-foot yacht with international flags. I bet if I go out to see him and Paulie tomorrow, he can give us a fair price for a one-way passage for him, and two round-trips for us.”

Loki looked at you with concern. “If it’s the only way--” he cut himself off and looked about the room, as if looking for a sign. You got the feeling he was looking for more evidence of his timelines entangling with one another, as he theorized.

You bit your lip. “I still think we should all try and get menial jobs and find a way to…ugh…falsify his papers.”

Normally, the mere idea of breaking the law beyond smoking a bowl of weed with Joey before bed made you nervous enough to induce a stroke. That said, if it would get Loki to where he needed to be quickly enough, perhaps it would be the lesser of two evils in the end.

Joey sighed. “Sis, I may be prone so the occasional petty rule breaking--”

“--Joey, the district attorney knows how many nose hairs you have--”

“--but even I don't know where to get phony passports, sorry,” he shrugged and exaggerated a stupid expression.

You weren’t sure how to feel about how nervous Loki looked. He was supposed to be able to come up with a solution on the fly. He was a trickster! The brain! What did they DO to him at this TVA? He appeared to be on the absolute edge of fear at that moment. Usually, he was an expert at concealing his doubts.

“Loki?” you asked meekly. “How are you feeling?”

He pressed his lips together in a face you weren’t sure how to interpret. “Better to take our time and do this right, I suppose.”

You wanted to reach out and touch his arm, but your shyness was in control at present, perhaps to protect yourself from things going too far. Instead you made a comment. “I hate seeing you so afraid.”

He sucked in a breath. “I am not the being those films showed you.”

“I know.”

“Never in my millennia have I been on the same level as humans,” he went on. “Even the energy within me feels…well, less.”

“Hey, now wait a second there, Lokes,” Joey spoke up, straightening his posture and puffing out his chest, “Just because you can’t bibbity-boppity-boo your way out of this mess doesn’t mean it’s cool to talk about us like that!”

You couldn’t help but agree with your brother. Loki’s assertion that being mortal was somehow an inferior existence humiliated you, but it also angered you. “I can’t spark away my problems like you, but who spent her last hundred bucks freeing your godly ass from a holding cell? Who, against all her better judgment, chose to take a chance on you in the first place?”

Offended, you got up and decided that you needed to get out and take a walk somewhere, anywhere, just to cool off enough to keep face in front of Loki. You grabbed your card key from the coffee table and swiftly went out onto the porch of the motel, overlooking the nearly-empty parking lot.

The sun was still high above the artificial horizon formed by the distant skyscrapers and billboards. Two young men were getting out of a classic Chevy Impala, carrying backpacks and looking particularly tired as they bickered back and forth. The only other movement at all was from the occasional car driving by the place. This must’ve been the only sparsely-populated part of Boston.

You heard a door open behind you, and you scrunch your nose in embarrassment, expecting Loki to ask how he offended you.

“Seems he’s not the only drama queen around here, Sis.”

You couldn’t help but smile, relieved and thankful you had a brother who gave enough of a shit to make sure you didn’t bolt into Boston traffic (not that you were planning to).

“I don't think he meant anything jerky by it,” Joey continued, leaning over the railing next to you, looking out as the two men with the Impala checked into a room on the first floor. “He’s literally not from our reality. He doesn’t get it.”

“I know,” you sighed.

You felt him wrap his arm around your shoulders.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve been out of town, hasn’t it?” he added.

You nodded quietly. Somehow, Boston didn’t feel all that different from Syracuse. Bigger, obviously, and the vague smell of sea air coming from the harbor was a welcome change from the polluted local lake that always made the north side reek like shit in August.

Joey tried again. “You’re letting him fluster you so much because you want him.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” you barked back defensively, looking away.

“He’s leaving once we figure this out,” Joey reminded you. “You think you can go with him when he does, don’t you?”

Honestly, the thought hadn’t consciously occurred to you, but you had to admit that the idea was thrilling. Jetting off into a whole new timeline with Loki leading the way, seeing all of the things that your race had only invented in their heads come to life and greet you!

“You can’t,” Joey insisted. “Because even if you try to, don’t you think the same thing will happen to you that’s happening to him?”

“What thing?” you asked.

“He’s jittery! He’s not the dashing Prince you fawned over at the movies, Sis,” he answered, gesturing with his head to the window. “There’s something about him that feels, I don’t know…lost. He has to get home and do whatever it is he needs to do.”

Loki hadn’t told you exactly how he intended to fix the timelines when he returned, but he seemed solemnly resigned to it. You made a note to ask for him to elaborate on it, because the more you thought about it, the more it felt like whatever awaited Loki back in his native realm wasn’t good for him.

It’s that Sylvie, you thought bitterly. If nothing else, I could go back there to smack her upside her head!

“Um, Sis,” Joey interjected, his eye catching something in the lot below. “Does…does that Impala look familiar to you?”

Your eyes widened as your panic alarms turned on in your head. “Turn away and pretend you didn’t see it,” you quickly insisted, gripping your card key and running to insert it into your door. “We’re booked solid!”

Joey decided to go spend the night with Paulie instead of curling up on the rock-hard sofa. “Maybe I can get some information out of him so you won’t even have to see him, Sis!”

“Fine by me,” you mumbled quietly, your exhaustion finally catching up with you.

Of course, that meant that as soon as Joey took his leave, you were alone with Loki in a hotel room. Oh boy, if only myself from five years ago could see me now…

“I’m sorry about what I said earlier,” Loki said quickly. “About how awful it feels to be mortal.”

“I overreacted,” you shook your head quickly, attempting to get past the residue embarrassment you felt once you’d calmed down from before. “I need to accept that we’re just…we’re too different, and that you’re simply better than me, and--”

“--oh, stop it!” Loki moaned, grabbing your shoulders and looking intensely into your eyes. “Don’t let me hear you talk about yourself like that. It’s a lie.”

Shaking your head, you ripped yourself out of his grasp and turned away from him, biting your lower lip to keep the emotions at bay.

Loki didn’t touch you again, but he went on. “You and your brother have done more for me in the past few days than most of the gods of Asgard have ever thought to do! You gave me your own bed to sleep in!”

You shrugged. “Just what any decent person would do.”

He smiled silently, his lip twisted up adorably. You couldn’t help but smile back at him. “I’m tired.”

“So am I,” Loki agreed. “Shall we?” He gestured to the bed, as if beckoning you to join him for a lively romp now that you were alone. Your blood instantly ran hot, and Loki saw the embarrassment spread on your face. “Oh Norns, I didn’t mean to suggest--”

You threw up a hand, suddenly not wanting to ruin the opportunity. “It’s fine! Really!”

Although, you wouldn’t have minded tif he had made the suggestion, either…

The unseasonably hot weather had motivated you to pack only a slip for sleeping. In your haste to shove everything into a duffel bag, you hadn’t stopped to consider the consequences of your choice of pajama. Still hoping to preserve a little bit of modesty (given the circumstances), you put on the slip, but layered it with a baggy black t-shirt, which was less than flattering to make up for the fact that your slip barely covered your privates or your ass.

Loki didn’t seem to mind. In fact, much to your surprise, he seemed to respond to it. “Well, now I don’t feel so bad about my lack of sleepwear, if this is the tradition in this reality.”

You opened your mouth to explain how it wasn’t tradition. Before you uttered a word, he let the towel that was wrapped around his waist fall to the floor before he swiftly climbed into the bed.

Jesus Christ, we never bought him underwear!

You definitely saw his…things, but only in the nanoseconds it took for the swift Asgardian to roll under the sheets. He winked at you playfully as you climbed in beside him, much slower and with more caution.

“You are fine with this?” he asked one last time.

“Yes!” you said a little too quickly. To hide the ever-growing embarrassment, you dove under the blanket and burrowed yourself up to your nose. Loki turned off the lamp on the side table, leaving you in complete blackness as your eyes attempted to adjust to the change in lighting.

The bed was creaky and the sheets were coarse. “Loki?” you asked after several seconds of silence in the dark as you rolled onto your side to face him.

He was already on his side facing you in turn, as if you’d beaten him to asking the first question. “Yes, Y/N?”

“You never sleep in the movies,” you said softly. “You’re always pursuing and chasing and running. Did you ever…I don’t know…slow down and stop to feel the Universe turn?”

Loki was unresponsive. His breathing was deep and regular, and your pupils were beginning to adjust to the darkness, so you were starting to make out his silhouette.

“Loki?”

“I’m sorry. No one’s ever asked me that before.”

An ambulance drove by outside, the screeching sirens making you cringe. Loki’s side of the bed rustled slightly.

“No, I suppose I never have.”

“You mean you don’t sleep?”

“Of course I sleep,” Loki chuckled, “But what I don't do is…slow down.”

You smiled. “Maybe you should.”

“I cannot afford that luxury, I’m afraid.” His voice grew weary in an instant, as if centuries of his past were rushing through his head like a river of rapids and he was choosing to surrender to them. “Not now, not when existence itself lies on my back.”

“What if it doesn’t, and you’re just being dramatic again?” you asked.

You heard him click his tongue as he searched for a retort. “I assure you, it’s not that.”

“I’m sorry I asked.”

“Don’t be.”

“It’s just,” you couldn’t help but go off, just a little, “I guess I was always hoping that if Loki was real, he wouldn’t be treated so poorly all of the time, and that maybe your life wasn’t such a shit heap…”

The choice of descriptor caught Loki off guard, and he let out a laugh big enough to shake the bed.

“Tell me, Y/N,” he said gently after settling down again, “What does this world think of me?”

You sucked in your breath, and your heart began to pick up speed. “A lot of people do admire you, but not necessarily as their hero.”

“A curious answer,” Loki replied. “You had the figure of me in your kitchen, and when I asked you about it, you turned away as if you were embarrassed, and I was only wondering if--”

As if someone behind you was shoving your head, you moved in and quickly interrupted his thoughts with a kiss. Loki didn’t pull away or fight back, choosing instead to accept your gift and respond in kind. Feeling a pair of gentle fingers run down the side of your face and tracing a trail down your neck, you began to tremble as your body found renewed energy.

You finally drew your lips away and whispered softly, “...more like that.”

“I…I see.”

You immediately turned away from him without another word, unsure if you were filling up with regret or excitement. Either way, you needed to shut it all down.

Still, you heard him coo from next to you. “...sleep tight, Y/N.”

You carried his words with the kiss into your dreams. It was the fittest sleep you’d had in years.

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rubytuezday · 3 months

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Modern Levi Ackerman Headcanons

co-owns a jazz club/speakeasy with Erwin and Hange

fluent in three languages: English, French, and Japanese

tea connoisseur I tell you. he has the bougiest shit you've ever seen and he makes it so so well

a morning matcha typa guy (NEVER iced. Always hot)

coffee shop order is a London fog with no sweetener

LOVES gossip. like, if you (or literally anyone) has some hot goss, he is ready to listen, comment, and analyze (y'all know the TikTok audio where it's like "she's also... ugly" like bitch that's totally Levi)

always wishes he got to have music lessons as a kid

is known to fall asleep in his office and just stay at the club all night long

an amazing bartender, and usually bartends at the speakeasy despite being an owner

gives you free drinks if he's sweet on you

Hange is one of the only people who can drag him to the dance floor (she ends up leading too lmaoooo)

big fan of fancy watches, though his favorite one is a simple black leather strap watch gifted to him by Erwin

one time, Hange convinced him to go with them to the Rocky Horror Picture Show and he hated every second of it

watches NCIS

complains that Eren and his friends are too loud whenever they show up to the club, but he actually finds it very endearing

ended up hiring Eren as a bartender for the club - "Don't let your stupid sports schedule mess with this job, Jäger."

always wanted to have a huge garden, but since he lives in the city, he just grows herbs by the window/on the balcony

favorite bands/artists consist of: The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Hozier, and Velvet Underground

follows haute couture

was big into martial arts in high school and college, and gained a well deserved reputation of ass kicking abilities

has a cat named Marlboro

doesn't have a favorite movie, but really loves Call Me By Your Name and Dead Poets Society

cologne hoarder collector

he's such a dad deep down ugh I love him sm

#levi ackerman #aot levi #snk levi #captain levi #levi headcanons #levi ackerman headcanons #attack on titan headcanons #snk headcanons #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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wembleygoodboy · 28 days

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Wembley, may I ask where you got your name? Were you named after the puppet?

itis actuolly kindof a Lomg Storey, so iwill let dadmom tellit! 😊👍 (it also doubols as My Orogin Storey!)

[story time! this is gonna be a long one, so strap in, ahaha

so, i went to college for music (education and performance; flute performance, specifically. i can wipe my ass w that degree now tho lol), so i was in a couple different ensembles at any given time. in 2013, we were playing a multi-movement piece called "3 Ayres from Gloucester" by Hugh Stuart. the 3rd movement is called "The Fiefs of Wembley." you can listen to a performance of it here. wembley is apparently a location within london. think "wembley stadium!"

i always joked with my fellow flutist friend (we'll call her M) who i shared a stand with that Wembley sounded like the name of a mischievous cat. "wembley get off the counter!!!" "UGH NO why always on the carpet, wembley?!" etc. it helped that the tune itself totally sounds like the theme song of a somewhat skittish yet naughty little cat, parading around causing chaos until he's spotted, then darting away.

on october 3rd, 2013, i came into rehearsal and find M looking pretty distraught. i ask whats up, and shes like "i think i saw a kitten in the middle of the club lawn, it was just laying there, maybe its hurt, idk what to do!" im like okay lets check it out together, and our conductor (huge sweetheart) gives us the okay to go investigate.

sure enough, theres a tiny black blob just laying there in the middle of the lawn; not hidden away in the bushes where a mama cat wouldve left him. as we approached, the blob got up and awkwardly darted away towards the lil decorative pine shrubs dividing the lawn from a small parking lot. we followed it, and there he was: a small black kitten, crouched in terror, hiding in the shelter of the shrubbery.

i dont remember when exactly it happened, but it suddenly dawned on me. i turned to my friend. "M... its WEMBLEY..."

we tried to coax him out to no avail- not even food would persuade him, and he looked very thin- and he was a bit too close to the road for our comfort, so i asked my roommate to keep an eye on the lil guy while M and i went back to rehearsal. after it ended, we recruited a small gaggle of band geeks to capture the kitten. it was the bassoon player who finally caught him, plucking him out of a miniature shrub he'd tried to climb.

i swaddled wembley up in a black bandana i kept in my back pocket (for the Fashion™️), hopped into my roommate's car with my stuff, and headed back with my roommate to our little on-campus apartment. as i stood in the living room, waiting for him to bring our stuff from the car, wembley began to purr in my arms :,)

(to be fair, cats may purr to self-soothe when theyre stressed; its not exclusively an indicator of pleasure. but. Still, lol.)

turns out lil wembley was only a month old: just old enough for solid food, thankfully, but much younger than the age at which kittens are generally separated from their mothers for adoption, which generally occurs after 3 months. he also had a sprained leg, which made walking very difficult and painful for him. the leg was likely the reason he was abandoned by his feral mother, as if he couldnt keep up, she couldnt afford to stop for him when she likely had a whole litter to care for. understandable, but her loss was my (and wembley's!) gain. 💚

i had to tame him, as he was feral, and EXTREMELY fearful of humans, but i spent hours that night sitting on the opposite side of the bathroom, slowly earning his trust until, little by little, i was able to scoot close enough to him to pet him. he'd obviously never been petted before; the look on his little face was pure magic. he completely opened up to me after that moment.

i totally had myself fooled, thinking id find a home for him once his leg was all healed up (my vet major pal showed me how to make him a splint), but... then he started sleeping with me and... well..... yeah. nope. he was my son, and i was his dadmom.

and i always will be. 💚

BONUS PICTURES:

the first picture i ever took of Wembley (thats the bottom of a red solo cup i sewed fabric around so he could drink water from it without risking him getting cut on the plastic):

baby's first petting 💚:

he relaxed a lot after discovering the joy of Petting :)

settling down for his first night with us, too sleepy for this world 💚:

days later, with his lil foot in a splint, sitting in his temporary makeshift litterbox. the Poopie Prince!

...TL;DR, its the name of a part of london, and i chose it because of an instrumental piece of music. coulda just said that, i suppose, but I'll ALWAYS jump at the chance to tell wembley's Origin Story and share baby pics, ahaha 💚

-dadmom]

#wembley #black cat #cats #kitten #cat twitter #twitter cats #cats of tumblr #picture #origin story #asks #long post

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ingravinoveritas · 6 months

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David Tennant stroking another man’s hair, flirting with Alex Brooker, singing about a vibrator, wearing that wig and dancing and swinging his hips like that and finally, MICHAEL SHEEN MENTION. Bragging about being above Michael in the Dilf list like a little brat like WOW he’s about to get his ass spanked tonight

I am honestly so living for David bringing out his bratty bottom side, which I feel like is a side we don't get to see nearly often enough...

(Also, for those who haven't seen the full video of David's appearance on TLL, you can watch it on Youtube here.)

I know the moment in the gif above is supposed to be him as Gwyneth Paltrow, but all I was getting was campy, bisexual British Kurt Cobain, right down to the jumper (which oddly does look like something Kurt would've worn in the grunge era). And we can't remotely overlook the fact that David was wearing rainbow/pride gear from head to toe tonight, from the rainbow buttons on his shirt (you can see them under the jumper) to the Tardis trans pride flag pin all the way down to his rainbow socks...

And then, of course, there was the Michael mention. At this point, it honestly feels like whatever is happening between them is a big open secret (at the very least, I have a strong feeling the host Adam knows, and probably also Josh Widdicome), because it is impossible anymore to have one on as a guest without bringing up the other. In this case, it almost felt like the DILF of the Year competition was another excuse to mention Michael, and then to see David fully preening over outranking him was just...beyond glorious.

As to the aforementioned spanking, I fully concur with you. There's something in particular about this show, knowing that it was filmed live, and it's almost as if David behaved as bratty as he did because he knew a certain Welshman would be watching (giving very similar vibes to when David was on the Late Late Show in 2021). I can already so clearly picture the exchange between them after this (hopefully immediately after, since Michael is still in London and David could readily have gone to see him once the taping ended)...

"I'm more DILFy--DILFy, is that a word? Hmm--than you, Michael. According to the Internet people, that is." "Mmh. Yes, the all-wise, all-knowing Internet people." "You don't agree?" "Brat." "Ah, but you love me." "Don't think I could stop if I wanted to." "So you don't mind that the Internet thinks I'm more of a DILF than you?" "I think I'm the one who gets to fuck you, so the Internet can get bloody stuffed." "Funny, I was rather hoping I'd get stuffed right about now." "Cheeky slag. Turn around and take your trousers off." "You're so easy, Michael." "Shut up, Dai."

So yes, David's appearance on The Last Leg tonight was certainly quite something. I truly love seeing that part of him come alive, the part that he once spoke of in an interview where he talked about being a little boy and putting a towel on his head to entertain his classmates. I think deep inside, David has never stopped being that little boy, and there is something so special about seeing that part of him getting to be free.

Definitely hoping as well that we might get to see/hear Michael's reaction to all of this, but he still seems a bit quiet on Twitter these days (and if he's busy spending long nights with David, one can hardly blame him). I suppose we'll just have to see what happens...

#phantomstars24 #reply post #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #the last leg #david your bratty bottom is showing #some people hold up a rainbow flag. David Tennant turns himself into one.#i just love seeing him happy #this was seriously one of his queerest TV appearances to date i would say though #performing for an audience of one #why does this seem so plausible though #david is lowkey bi and michael is highkey bi #amazing #ineffable lovers #good omens rpf #discourse #gif by me

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filthyjoetini · 1 year

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Love is in the Air(BnB)

a/n: This one was a bitch to write. It took me a while. Sooooorry! The usual thanks goes to my lovely beta-reader as well as my kick ass editor (hehe) @barfightzanddiscolightz ! Also, Wes is back in action!

warnings: none

wordcount: 5.5k

part 1 - Friday night - part 2 - Saturday - part 3 - Sunday - part 5 - Tuesday - part 6 - Wednesday - part 7 - Thursday - Epilogue

Monday

“Hello there, love.”

You let your shades-covered eyes move up and saw Wesley standing in the doorway between the living room and balcony, looking like he had just gotten out of bed. You were sitting on a lawn chair, feet tucked under your bum, sipping your tea while you enjoyed the warm sun. The weather really meant well for you the past couple of days and today should also be warm enough to finally wear proper summer clothes. You were used to London’s sky being covered in clouds, foggy alleyways, and rain-soaked pavement. But not this time; this time you were graced with sunny skies and warm air. You pushed your sunglasses up to your hair and greeted Wesley.

“Good morning…. Or rather noon, Wes.”, you corrected yourself after glancing at your wristwatch, which showed you that the time was 12:18pm., “Did you sleep well?”

He nodded and sat down in the chair next to you, rubbing his eyes.

“Yup.”, he yawned. “Like a log…Do say, what’s on your itinerary for today? Planned anything exciting?” He turned to you with a small smirk on his lips.

You didn’t really have an itinerary for this trip. The only thing you really had planned was the play you wanted to see, which you did last night. Other than that, you would just do things spontaneously.

“Not really.”, you replied honestly, “I thought I’d hit the city to do some light shopping, you know?”

“Yeah, I know. Except you won’t.”

Wesley’s statement made you look at him in confusion. He wasn’t even looking at you, he just picked at his nailbeds and stared across the rooftop of the house next door.

“I won’t?”, you questioned him with one eyebrow raised, “And why is that?”

“Because!”, he turned to you, a big grin on his face, “It’s my day off and you’re coming to the lake with me. Joe will be joining us later in the afternoon and the guys and Becky will also be coming after they’re done with work for the day.”, he explained as he suddenly got up to lean against the balcony’s railing. “I usually go alone and just wait until everyone arrives but you’re here now so you can keep me company. I really hope you packed a swimsuit.”

For some reason, unbeknownst to you, you did in fact pack a bikini. You remembered holding it in your hand whilst packing and almost putting it back. Something within you told you to pack it so you threw it in your suitcase.

“I packed one, yes. I don’t have a towel though.”, you remarked.

“No worries, you can borrow one of my beach towels.”, Wesley replied as he let go of the railing and walked over to you. Stopping next to you, he motioned for you to get up. You slowly untucked your feet, letting them down onto the ground. You placed your hands on the chair’s armrests and pushed yourself up. Your movement made a small clang sound which made both Wesley and you look down to where it came from. It was the wooden beaded bracelet you had put on while exploring the flat yesterday.

Wesley narrowed his eyes at it and then moved his glance to your face.

“Hey…where did you get that?”

“Uhm”, you started, suddenly worried you had done something terribly bad by putting on the bracelet. You swore to yourself you would put it back again, but it had slipped your mind that you were wearing it. “I…I found it on the commode in the hallway. I swear it was never my intention to keep it. I just…forgot about it. Sorry.”, you clarified, a small frown grazing your lips as you slid it off your wrist, holding it out for him to take.

Instead of grabbing it, Wesley suddenly burst out laughing which irritated you to no end. He was such an unpredictable man. One day you’d get sweet and caring Wesley; you experienced that Wesley on the evening you arrived as well as the day you had to move to the living room. The other, you get the jokester who was just waiting to catch you off guard like on Saturday. Today must be yet another jokester day. You really hoped Joe wouldn’t catch Wesley’s mood and team up with him, as he was a bloody menace on his own and you had already blushed enough for a lifetime.

“I’m just taking the piss, love!”

Oh, I figured, you thought while he was still howling with laughter. He finally took the bracelet from you but instead of keeping it, he put it back on your wrist. “Christ, you should’ve seen your face. All worried.”, he giggled and took his hand in yours. “I’m sorry, but I had to…also, keep it. Consider it a token of our friendship.”, he winked and let go of your hand to walk inside the flat again. You were just standing there, looking at the bracelet with a soft smile on your face. Friendship… Wesley considered you a friend.

“ARE YOU COMING?!”

You heard him yell from inside the flat which startled you a bit.

“COMING!”, you shouted back and stepped inside the living room, closing the French doors behind you.

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Huge beach bag slung over your shoulder and the opposite hand holding onto a cool box, Wesley and you exited the supermarket next to the train station. He was carrying two shopping bags filled to the brim with drinks, snacks, and foods to put on the grill in the evening. The group had decided to throw their first barbie of the year at the lake and had appointed Wesley as the designated food-and-drinks-provider. He had a list of everyone’s favourites on his phone and even asked you what you wanted. When you had said you’d eat anything, he got offended and forced you to tell him your preferences. At first your stubborn arse didn’t want to be a burden, but he just kept on bugging you until you caved in.

The beach bag, whose weight was currently pulling you down, was almost bursting from the number of things you had packed. You usually packed lightly, but Wesley insisted on taking basically half of the swimming inventory they owned. Apart from the towels and sunscreen, he demanded you also put in a deck of UNO-cards, a half-tent, snorkelling equipment, flippers, and even sand toys. It was beyond you as to why they even owned sand toys, but all he had said was that you would see, while grinning like a maniac. You assumed there must be a patch of sand at the lake.

Wesley led you into the station’s building where you got your tickets. He had explained that the lake was a little outside of London and taking the train would be the fastest way.

Once you got off the train it was only a five-minute walk until you were able to spot the lake. It was surrounded by a park-like setting with a playground, a children’s pool, barbeques, picnic tables, and changing facilities.

Wesley led you away from the facilities to an area almost at the end of the lake underneath a huge tree. It was the perfect size and even lent some shade so you wouldn’t be completely exposed to the sun. You put down the cool box close to where Wesley had placed the shopping bags. He immediately started to fill it with the ice he had bought and placed everything that needed to be kept cold inside.

You busied yourself with unpacking the beach bag. Once everything was placed around you, you called Wesley over.

“Where do you want all this to go?”

“Uh…. the half-tent can go by the shore, it doesn’t need to be under the tree.”, he explained whilst grabbing the sand toys and bringing them to the cool box, where he crouched down and placed them neatly next to the paper plates, plastic cups, and disposable wooden cutlery. What the hell is he doing with those?, you asked yourself and eyed him suspiciously. “Everything else, we don’t need yet. You can put those back in the bag.”, he instructed and got up again, hands now on his hips while grinning at you.

You took your eyes off him and shook your head, starting to put the snorkelling equipment and UNO-cards back into the bag. Suddenly, a hand shot out next to you and grabbed one of the beach towels that were lying on the grass next to the beach bag. You knew it was Wesley because no one else had been there with you, but he still made you jump a little.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”, he apologised, balancing the folded-up beach towel in one hand. The towel was a well-used The Lion King one from the 90s with thousands of loose threads, seams that were coming apart, and frayed corners. Back in the flat, whilst packing, you had asked him why he still had it and didn’t just throw it out. He explained that it was the first thing he had ever bought with his pocket money and that’s why he kept it. Then he wanted to impose an ancient Princess Belle beach towel on you which he explained belonged to his older sister. You had declined his offer politely with your nose scrunched up while he was laughing his arse off. You ended up opting for a simple one with a pretty shell pattern.

Grinning you accepted his apology. He then smiled at you softly, turned around, and placed his towel on the ground a little further away from you, making himself comfortable.

You decided to place yours next to the beach bag and took off your shirt and shorts and stowed them away in it, leaving you dressed in only your bikini and the sunglasses on your nose. Just as you wanted to lie down on your towel, a shirt was thrown at you followed by the word catch!

“Christ, Wesley!”, you exclaimed in feigning frustration. Picking up the shirt and scrunching it up in your hands, you got into position to throw it back at him when he held his hands up in surrender. Instead of going through with it, you let it drop into the bag and stuck out your tongue at him. He mirrored your childish gesture while laughing wildly before he planted his bum back on his towel. Laughing almost maniacally yourself, you finally lay down on your back to soak up some rays of your own.

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Joe joined Wesley and you shortly before 3:00 pm. You saw him slowly approaching. He was dressed to the nines in slacks and a dress shirt. He had ditched his suit jacket, which now hung limply from his arm. In his other arm he held his own towel, swimming trunks, and a bottle of sunscreen. As he was passing by you, he looked you up and down over the rim of his sunglasses, clearly checking you out. You acted like you didn’t notice but your squirming body betrayed you. Yesterday’s bathrobe incident and his very obvious arousal because of it was still fresh on your mind, so you tried to cover yourself up a little. Joe though, picked up on your movements and grinned to himself as he made his way over to Wesley, who had his ear-buds in. He bent down to his knees and flicked his best mate’s nose with his fingers and pat him on his shoulder. Wesley, acting like the nose flick had hurt him immensely, flipped him off before he pushed away a giggling Joe who stood up again and made his way back to you.

“Hi.”, he greeted you as he placed his towel right next to you.

“Hi.”, you replied, smiling., “You look like you just came from a photoshoot...”, you continued, sitting up a little whilst pointing at his attire.

“Well.”, he said, “I actually just came from one...and an interview also. May I put my things in here as well?” He held up the beach bag in his hands.

“Ohhh...right. I keep forgetting what your actual job is… sorry. And yes, you may. It’s Wesley’s bag after all.”

He thanked you, stuffed his jacked inside, and placed it back on the ground.

“I’m going to get changed real quick.”, he stated and pointed towards the facilities, “I’ll be back in a second.”

Before you could answer him, he took off and disappeared into the changing room. You lay back down again and studied the tree’s foliage above you for a little bit before you turned your head towards Wesley. Eyes closed, he seemed like he was totally engrossed in his music or whatever media he was consuming. Since you didn’t want to bother him, you turned your head in the other direction and kept your eyes on the door, which Joe had just gone through.

After about three minutes, not that you had counted, he stepped out into the sunlight again. Bare-chested, swimming trunks on, and sunglasses covering his eyes, he strolled over to you.

As you were gawking at him, your almost-collision in front of his bathroom on Saturday morning crept back into your mind, making your face heat up again. As he got closer you couldn’t help but stare at his groin. Luckily, he had a towel around his waist that day, otherwise you would have probably fainted on the spot because he was packing. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t tear your gaze from him. You fortunately were wearing sunglasses, so your ogling wasn’t that obvious…at least you hoped it wasn’t.

As Joe approached you, he threw his clothes haphazardly on the bag and his bottle of sunscreen on his towel. Then he sat down on it and turned to you.

“My eyes are up here.”, he declared, grinning at you. You slowly peeled your eyes from the lower part of his body and lifted your head up to his face. Motherfucker, how did he even notice?, you thought almost panicky, while the heat that threatened to creep up your neck to your face now did exactly that.

“I could see your eyes from the side of your shades.”, he commented, as if he had been able to read your mind, which made you cover your face with your hands in shame.

He let out a chuckle and you suddenly felt a hand on both of yours as they were peeled away from your face with a soft tug. You looked over and saw Joe’s face dangerously close to yours.

“Don’t be ashamed…we all constantly stare at other people. It’s just what people do.”, he whispered. “And…some stares bother me, and some don’t. Yours sure as hell don’t. So, keep on staring, darling.”

All you could do was nod and let out a choked-up chuckle. Joe let go of your hands and you pushed yourself up once again, almost headbutting Joe in the process. Joe leaned back a little to avoid getting hurt and you gasped out an apology, which made him giggle softly.

“Uhm…you have some sunscreen on your cheek…here, let me.”, you breathed, bringing one of your hands to his face, gently rubbing your thumb over his left cheek. Your tender touch made him close his eyes and lean into it. You both stayed like this for a while, not daring to move.

“Speaking of sunscreen,” Joe suddenly spoke up whilst you still had your hand on his cheek. “Would you mind helping me with my back? I couldn’t reach all parts of it.”

“Sure.”, you replied, slowly taking your hand from his face and sitting up straight. Joe turned around so his back was toward you and handed you the bottle. You squeezed a good amount of it onto your hands and then slathered it across his back. As you were thoroughly spreading the sun protection on his back, you noticed that he had freckles on his shoulders and neck. A little further down were a couple of birthmarks and moles. Mesmerized by his back, you started to massage the white liquid into his skin which elicited a mixture of a groan and a moan from his throat. The sound made you stop your motions momentarily and you felt a small flicker of lust forming in your lower abdomen. Pressing your thighs together you quickly finished your task.

“All done.”, you announced taking your hands off his back and rubbing the leftover cream onto your arms. He thanked you with a grin, turned towards you, and held the sunscreen bottle to you questioningly. You shook your head.

“I’m not due for another round yet. Wesley just helped me a couple of minutes before you joined us.”, you explained.

“Alright.”, he replied, dropping the bottle onto the pile of clothes which sat on top of the bag. Then he lay down onto his towel and slightly turned his body towards your still sitting one. “If you need another round, let me know. I’ll gladly help you.”

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Breaking through the water’s surface you threw your head back and with it your hair. The water was still very cold, and you kicked your legs to keep warm and afloat. Swimming closer to the shore you heard someone yell at you.

“WHOOO! YES ARIEL!”

It was Wesley, who was still sitting on his towel, clapping enthusiastically at your show. He then said something to Joe you couldn’t hear, got up, and walked down the narrow dirt path where the playground and other amenities were located. You chuckled and shook your head as your feet found the lake’s sandy ground and waded out of the water. Joe who had moved his towel around to always get the most amount of sun, ended up next to Wesley when you had decided to take a quick dip in the lake. Now he was just putting it back down next to yours and made his way towards you.

“It’s freaking cold.”, you warned him when he came to a halt in front of you.

“Is that so?”

“Yes! Look!”, you retorted, teeth clattering. You quickly grabbed his forearms with your cold and wet hands, and he let out a small yelp.

“Fuck, darling. A warning would have been much appreciated.”, he chided faintly with a frown on his face, and you let go of his arms. Then suddenly, his expression changed into a mischievous one and you started to panic.

“What are you doing?”

“Me? Nothing. Why do you ask?”

“Joe…please…what ar ̶ AHHHH”, you screeched as he picked you up by your waist and slung your body over his shoulder with an oof. You slid down his back, head almost hitting the ground below you. Fortunately, he noticed and pulled you up a little before he started running towards the water.

“JOE!”, you shrieked, as his body slowly submerged into the water. “LET GO OF ME! I SWEAR TO GOOOO ̶ “

Before you were able to finish your sentence, he pulled you off his shoulder, wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and took a dive.

When you both re-emerged you were coughing and spluttering, and your hair was covering half of your face. Joe was cackling like a mad man, breathing hard. You had your body wrapped tightly around his with your thighs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. To keep you up, Joe had placed his arms under your bum, holding onto you.

When your coughing didn’t subside, his laughter stopped, and his face turned serious.

“Are you alright, darling? You’re holding onto me like a spider monkey.”

Still coughing, you shook your head. One of his hands came up to your face to wipe your hair from it. Your eyes were closed when he gingerly rubbed his thumb across your cheeks.

“I’m sorry.”, he apologised cautiously, moving his hand to your neck and shoulders to continue rubbing there.

The pressure on your neck felt nice and you let out a small whimper as you took deep breaths. When your breathing returned to normal, you opened your eyes and saw Joe’s worried chocolate ones.

“It’s OK.”, you whispered, fearing your voice would crack. Then you suddenly grinned at him, pushed yourself off him, and dunked him under water by his shoulders.

Cackling like a maniac you swam away from him to the shore. Joe quickly came up again and shouted, “You cheeky minx!”, and came after you. To your misfortune he was a better and faster swimmer, so he caught up to you rather quickly. Just as you wanted to run through the soggy ground out of the lake, he grabbed you around your waist and swung you back. You shrieked with laughter, begging him to put you down.

Wesley came back just as Joe lifted you up, followed by Rebecca, Dan, Felix, Oliver, and Jack.

“Have they kissed yet?”, Jack asked Wesley to which he shook his head.

“Ugh, I wish they’d had. It’s annoying how they tiptoe around each other.”, Wesley replied, rolling his eyes. Cupping his hands over his mouth he took a deep breath and shouted:

“Hey! Lovebirds! The party’s full! Time for supper!”

Joe and you promptly halted your movements and let go of each other, protesting Wesley’s collective nickname for you.

With Joe hot on your heels, you stomped out of the lake towards your towel to dry yourself off. When you picked up the bag with your belongings, Joe’s clothes fell to the ground.

“Shit. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”, Joe said and picked them up, putting on his dress shirt without drying off first. You slung the bag over your shoulder and picked up your towel. Then you turned to the others.

“Hey guys! Becky! Nice to see you.”

They greeted you back in unison, each of them had a huge, suspicious smile on their face. You scrunched up your face in confusion and then turned to Joe again.

“Uhm, I’m gonna go get changed. I’ll be back in a few.”

Smiling, he nodded at you, and you walked off.

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You returned to the group about 15 minutes later, freshly showered, dressed in your shorts and a t-shirt, your hair hung loosely and almost fully dry off your shoulders.

When you placed the bag back down on the ground, you saw that everyone was sitting in a circle, the sand toys and the UNO-cards laying in the centre of it. Confused, you joined them and sat down next to Joe. You looked up at him with questioning eyes.

“It’s a drinking game.”, he explained as he picked up his hand of cards, “You basically play UNO and when someone wins, the others have to drink. The person with the most cards in their hands has to drink out of the bucket, the person with the second most out of the castle mould, and so on…Do you also wanna play?”

“Oh, yes, that sounds fun.”, you answered as Oliver handed you your cards.

After a couple of rounds everyone had a good buzz in. Some more, some less. You were on the ‘some less’ side of the group and giggled at the ones who tottered around after what Wesley had decided was the last round. Joe, who was equally as tipsy as you, grabbed you by your arms to pull you up, when Wesley walked over to the both of you.

“Hey, Wi-Fi. Can you come help me with the food, please?”

“Wi-Fi?”, you asked, giggling, turning to Wesley.

“Yeah. Look at his fucking forehead, man. A bloody Wi-Fi signal… it’s not that strong, but it’s there.”, Wesley explained as Joe slapped the back of his head.

“Shut the fuck up, mate.”

“WI-FI!”, you yelled as you burst out laughing, holding onto Joe’s arm with both of your hands, swinging it back and forth.

Following Wesley, Joe pulled you with him since you hadn’t let go of his arm. You insisted you also wanted to help with the food. Eventually you let go of him so he and Wesley could handle the barbie while you, with Becky’s help, were setting the picnic table which was located a bit further away.

“Soooo, tell me. What is going on with you and Joe?”

Becky’s question made you stop in your tracks, pulling the stack of paper plates to your chest.

“Uh, nothing.”

“Ah, stop lying to me. I can sense that there’s something between you two from a mile away.”, she replied smirking, not buying your answer. You blushed lightly at her statement, and she walked over to you and rubbed your shoulder gently.

“Go for it.”, she encouraged you.

“I can’t. I’m going home soon…how are we supposed to make it work?”, you asked, frowning deeply.

“You’ll make it work.”, she explained, rubbing your shoulder once more. “If you don’t make a move, I will force him to.” Her voice changed from encouraging to threatening in an instant and you chuckled and nodded nervously.

“Good.”, she said as she finished placing the last of the wooden cutlery on the table. Without further ado, she walked off to join Dan, Felix, Jack, and Oliver, who were all trying to pile themselves into the half-tent. She yanked them out of it one by one and scolded them, demanding they all go sit at the table. You quickly finished setting the table before any of them could sit down and walked over to Joe and Wesley who were just finishing up at the grill.

“Hey there, love.”, Wesley greeted you as he placed sausages and burger patties on the platter Joe held out to him. “What were you and Becky talking about?”

“Nothing.”, you replied nonchalantly.

“Hmmm…”, he hummed. “Alright…didn’t seem like nothing.”

“It really was nothing. Just girl talk.”, you firmly answered, ending the conversation. Wesley placed down the tongs and held up his hands in defeat, lips in a thin line.

“Alright. Sorry.”, he apologised and walked off towards the table sitting down between Oliver and Jack with Felix on the far end of the bench.

Joe, meat platter still in his hands, still stood next to you, a concerned look on his face.

“You alright, darling?”

You gave him a quick nod and made your way to the table as well. The only two spaces left were next to Dan and Becky, so you sat down next to Becky. Joe followed you quickly and placed the platter in the middle of the table. Before his behind had the chance to touch the bench, the guys were already grabbing various meats off the platter and Becky chided them loudly, even slapping their fingers away. You came to the conclusion that Becky was most certainly the mum of the group and without her, nothing would get done.

Joe’s thigh brushed yours as he finally sat down, and it made you jump a little. Automatically, he placed a hand on your thigh to keep it from bouncing up and down and you instantly stiffened. Becky, who was sitting right next to you noticed the change in your body language and smirked to herself, looking down at your thigh where Joe’s hand was still positioned. You looked at her and she had the audacity to wink at you. Swallowing thickly, you tried to relax, which you eventually did. Joe rubbing his hand slowly up and down your thigh also helped, and you felt yourself zone out a little.

“…Sausage, burger, or chicken skewer?”

“Huh?”, you asked looking to the person who asked you the question. It was Joe who pointed to the platter with one hand, while the other one still unconsciously rubbed your thigh.

“Oh, uh…I’ll take a burger, please.”, you answered softly. He took his hand off your thigh to shovel a burger patty onto your plate and then helped himself to two of them. You pushed up a little and helped yourself to the various sauces and salads that were scattered around the table.

Dinner went by smoothly with lots of laughter, jokes, and more alcoholic beverages. By the time everyone had finished eating, it got quiet around the table and the temperature had dropped significantly. Joe had even put on his suit jacket again. When he noticed you shivering next to him, he took it off and placed it around your shoulders. Perplexed at first, you eventually wrapped it around yourself, soaking up his body warmth and smell.

To set the after-dinner mood, Wesley had put on some low music to be played in the background. Becky put Felix and Jack in charge of cleaning up and throwing away the disposable dishes and cutlery. After much resistance, moaning, and threatened punches, they eventually started cleaning up under Becky’s constant observation.

Joe, lit cigarette dangling from his lips, was immersed in a conversation with Wesley, Dan, and Oliver. You didn’t really understand what they were talking about, so you just sat there, watching everyone silently.

As you sat there, lost in thought, your earlier conversation with Becky came to your mind again. Joe and you had gotten really close over the past couple of days. The touches, the hugs, the soft kiss to your hair, the teasing, the way he held onto you in the lake this afternoon, hell you even kissed him on the cheek last night, that must mean something, right? Well, to you it did. You weren’t sure if he felt the same though. Maybe it was just playful banter for him. But if it was, he wouldn’t act this way, right? As if he were in love.

Frustrated with your thoughts you let out a deep sigh.

Excusing yourself, you got up which made Dan, Oliver, Wesley, and Joe stop their conversation. Wesley noticed the pout on your face and frowned.

You walked towards the lake’s shore where you sat down on the small patch of sand between the grass and the water. Digging your fingers deep into it, you let out a defeated groan as your eyes welled up with tears.

At the table, Wesley stared at Joe and nodded in your direction.

“Mate, go after her!”, he hissed, Dan and Oliver mouthing go, go, go as Joe put out his cigarette and got up, almost jogging after you.

You heard footstep behind you and looked up to see who had followed you. It was Joe. When he saw that you had tears in your eyes, he frowned deeply and sat down next to you.

“Hey. Are you alright?”, he asked, pulling your fingers from the sand, and taking your hands in his. You shook your head slowly, tears now flowing freely down your cheeks and dripping off your chin.

“Whoa, hey. Darling, what’s wrong?”

He tried to pull you into his lap, but you resisted and pushed him back a little, so he let go of your hands.

“I don’t know what to make of you.”, you replied honestly, and confusion set on his face.

“What? What do you mean?”

“I…”, you started, letting out a shuddering breath. “I’m not sure what you want from me, and it’s driving me insane.”, you continued, wiping the tears off your face. “The way you tease me, the touches, the embraces…your eyes. Oh my God. Your eyes. Joe, they hold so many emotions and I just can’t pinpoint them exactly. I’m scared…”, you rambled on, voice barely a whisper.

Joe stared at you, mouth hanging open, unable to answer you.

“I’m scared, because I’m leaving in a couple of days, and I don’t want this to just be a fling. And I’m scared that if we give this a go, distance will tear us apart. I’m scared Joe, so fucking scared, because I’m slowly but surely falling for you.”, you kept explaining in a whisper, still wiping your face. “Hell, I don’t even know if you feel the same. I am really putting my heart on the line here…”

Joe, totally stunned by your confession, scooted closer to you. Then, all of a sudden, he grabbed your tear-stained face in his hands and leaned in close.

“Babe, if I didn’t feel the same, would I do this?”, he asked, pressing his lips to yours. You immediately kissed him back and slung your arms around his shoulders and he finally pulled you into his lap. As your kiss grew more passionate, he let his tongue swipe across your bottom lip, and you slowly opened your mouth to let him deepen it. You kept on kissing until you ran out of breath and both your lips were bruised and swollen.

He reluctantly pulled back and grinned against your lips, wiping away the last of your tears with his thumbs.

“You’re such an idiot for ever thinking I wouldn’t feel the same.”, he whispered against your lips, pecking them softly. “A total and utter idiot.”, peck. “The biggest idiot of all idiots.”, peck.

“I got it, I’m an idiot.”, you giggled against his lips between pecks.

“FUCKING FINALLY!”

Wesley was shouting, pumping his fist into the air whilst the others where whooping and hollering behind him.

Joe lifted his hand and flipped them the bird before he leaned in to capture your lips with his once more.

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Chapter Twenty-Five

good•bye

used to express good wishes when parting or at the end of a conversation.

But where is the "good" in "goodbye"? What can possibly be good about leaving the man you love for months, unable to see, feel, smell, and bug Matthew for approximately 130 days.

Meet me at the park at 2.

You smile at Matthew's text, wondering what type of surprise he has for you. Your flight leaves at 6 today, and it's currently 1:42.

You're already dressed, sort of, in a white crop top and black jeans, so you throw on a light purple cardigan and slip into your white high top converse and head out of your door. Everything is packed except a few essentials you left out in case you need them for the rest of the day.

I'm at the park. Where are you?

You text.

"Turn around loser," Matthew's voice says and you laugh, turning to face him.

"Why hello to you too."

"Hi, beautiful." He pulls you in for a kiss.

"So why are we here?"

"We're going to take a walk and imprint this place on your brain so you don't forget the three dates we've had here."

"Matthew, I'm going for a few months, not ten years."

"I know. I needed an excuse to take you to the park. It's so much prettier at sunset, but we don't have that luxury."

You sigh softly and grab his hand, walking along the trail. "You're cute."

"I am aren't I?" Matthew smiles.

"Humble too!" You laugh.

"I'm the whole package," he jokes.

"You really are," you smile up at him.

He squeezes your hand. "So I think I deserve a hot picture of you in your hotel shower when you get to London."

"And you've ruined it."

"I'm kidding," he smiles, kissing your temple.

Kids playing and trees standing tall, providing shade pass by your line of vision as you two continue to walk. "So you know how Spencer took Delilah to the lake to get a break from work?"

You nod, a grin forming on your lips. "Are you taking me to the lake?"

"Yeahh. There's this nice, not entirely gross lake outside of the city."

He leads you to your car since he took a cab here. He gives you the directions and you drive there. By the time you're there, it's 3pm.

When you get out of the car, you're greeted with his hand in yours again.

"It's nice and quiet out here," you smile up at Matthew.

"Yeah, I used to come out here with some friends whenever I was in LA." Matthew doesn't live in California, but he's practically here all the time. He still lives in Nevada, but stays in LA when filming here. Which is why he's always at your place instead of you going to his.

You pick up a rock and throw it into the water, watching it skip a few times.

"Show off."

"What, you can't skip rocks?"

He picks up one for himself and throws it. It plops in immediately. You laugh.

"We're done, you're mean."

"Oh yeah? Here I'll show you." You grab a rock and place it in his hand, standing behind him ready to guide his wrist.

"It's not about throwing it, babe. You've got to flick your wrist and gently release."

He does as he's directed and it skips once.

"Hey, there ya go!"

"I'd rather throw something else in the water."

"Like what?"

He starts toward you and you run. "No sir! You cannot."

"But I can." He grabs you by wrapping his arms around your torso and runs into the water with you.

"Now i'll have to shower before the flight!"

"Y/n, live a little."

You hit his arm and he pouts. "You're fine."

He swims around a bit, clothes slowly him down. He stands up and offers his arms out to you, doing grabby hands.

"I can't reach over there."

"What, they don't have pools in Pennsylvania? You seem too prissy for the lakes."

You roll your eyes. "You're an ass." You swim over to him, having to keep your legs kicking.

He uses his hands to move some hair out of your face. "You love my ass."

"Maybe."

He smiles and pulls you closer. You swim around for a bit.

"We can get out, it's sort of cold. I have a jacket in the back seat."

You nod, following him out of the lake. He grabs the jacket and wraps it around you. You sit down, him sitting slightly behind you and throwing an arm over your shoulders. "Okay it wasn't horrible."

"I know," he smiles.

As you start to dry off, you know you need to leave soon. You have about two hours and twenty minutes until your flight leaves.

Matthew plays with your hair. "I like the little curlies." He twirls your waves in his hand.

A grin forms on your face. "You're cute."

"You're cute," he kisses your temple. "C'mon, darling, let's get you cleaned up." He stands up, helping you up afterwards.

He drives you back to your apartment and waits on the couch as you get into the shower. The smell of your shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and soaps fill your senses as you clean the lake water off of your body.

"Hey I have a question?" Matthew comes into the bathroom. "Can I join you really quick, I'm leaving for Vegas today and I don't want to be all lakey in the car for 4 hours."

You giggle. "Yes of course." You hear him move around a bit before he steps in under the water. You're almost done, but don't mind staying in longer.

He washes his wavy brown locks, not caring that he'll smell like girly shampoo. He's done with his hair quickly.

"Here let me," you say and grab your body wash. "You're going to smell so good with pink blossom!"

He chuckles as you start to wash his shoulders, moving the luffa in circles. The bubbles form on his body. You go to his chest, then his back, then his tummy, the back of his legs. You're practically on your knees as you wash the front of his legs. You look up at him with an evil smile and lick the tip of his length.

"Y/n," he breathes. You stand back up to rinse him off. "You're evil."

"I know," you shrug and give him a kiss. "Just think it'll be so much worse teasing from over 5,000 miles away."

"I don't doubt it," he pulls you in and kisses you.

You turn the water off, stepping out and grabbing two towels. You hand one to him and as he tries off, you change clothes in your room. You change into black joggers, a red crop top, and a light jacket over it. You slip on your black converse and leave your white ones to dry in the bathroom. While Matthew changes into a pair of clothes he'd left over, you back up every essential you needed after adding product to your hair.

Now that you're entirely packed, it feels more real. You meet Matthew on the couch, knowing you have to leave for the airport in twenty minutes.

You've already said your goodbyes to all of your friends, and also your family on the phone. You obviously saved Matthew for last.

You call an uber to take you to the airport, she's going to drop Matthew off at the hotel afterwards. He helps you carry your things to the uber.

You sit in the back, holding hands, as she drives to the airport. You're arriving about thirty minutes earlier than the flight.

"Here we are," she says, parking the car.

You try to hand her money, and Matthew says he's got it. He gets out to help you with your bags. You wrap your arms around him immediately after setting your bags down. You feel tears pricking at your eyes. A few cameras are filming and taking pictures, but you don't care.

He hugs you tightly, kissing the top of your head. "So this is it," he pulls away.

"Yep," you sigh.

"Call me when you land, okay? I don't care what time it is."

You nod, wiping away a tear.

"I love you."

"I love you, Matthew."

He presses his lips to yours, and the kiss seems like it was only a second, but it was definitely more. You trail your hand down his arm then to his hand snd squeeze it as you pick up your bags.

"Don't say goodbye. Say see you later."

"See you later, Y/n."

"See you later."

And with that, you wheel your suitcase and carry your carry on into the doors of the airport. You look back for a second before going to check in.

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You're seated in a window seat, looking out at the clouds around you. The flight will be over 11 hours which you're sure as hell not excited for. You listen to an audio book as you lean your head against the seat.

Your family decided they would pay your apartment's rent while you're gone, and you could pay them back. When you return to California, your lease will be almost up anyway.

About six hours into the flight the little girl next to you taps your leg. "Hi."

You laugh softly. "Hello."

"Do you gotta boyfriend? I got a boyfriend. His name is Benjamin. I call him Benji."

You smile, chuckling. "Well, I'm happy for you. I do have a boyfriend, yes."

"Do you lovvveeeee him?"

"I do," you smile.

"I love Benji even though he's a whole five months younger."

"Five months isn't so bad. But remember, boys mature slowly than girls, so he may be a pain."

She looks a bit confused but giggles.

"Sorry, she's talkative," her mom says.

"It's okay," you smile and lean your head back down.

Images of Matthew swirl in your head as you get closer to landing. And by the time you actually do, it's 1pm in London, but your body still thinks it's 7am.

You wake up slowly as the little girl nudges you with her elbow. You yawn big and and rub your eyes, taking out your earbuds.

It's 1pm, what the fuck.

You text Matthew. He's definitely still asleep right now.

You get off the plane and by the time you're settled into your hotel, which the producers paid for, it's 3pm.

Haha. Jet lag bites. Good morning- afternoon. I love you.

I love you too. I'm going to take a nap.

The cool England air hits you as you stand, holding your arm out to hail a taxi. One finally pulls over and picks you up. You give him the address of the hotel, and he starts the drive.

You look out of the window, watching buildings and people fly past you. It's weird to be on the left side of the back seat and not be behind the driver.

"You new to the city?" The guy asks, looking in the mirror to see you watching the city pass your vision. His accent is pretty strong.

"Yes," you chuckle slightly. "Is it that obvious?"

"Well with the thick American accent and the wandering eyes of a tourist, yes."

You smile, feeling slightly embarrassed. "I've never been outside of the States before, so this is a whole new planet for me."

"I hope it finds you well," he said, pulling into the parking lot of the hotel.

"Thank you," you smile, "I haven't had the chance to convert my cash yet."

"That's okay, I can do it."

You pay the taxi driver and get you and your things out of the car. You walk into the doors of the hotel.

"Hi, I have a room reserved already."

"Name?"

"Y/n Y/L/N. It should be paid for under the name of Jason Kane."

"Ah yes, you are reserved for four months in room 7b." The desk lady hands you your key.

"Thank you."

"Have a nice stay, I'll be here every day 8am to 10pm if you need anything, and James is our overnight clerk."

You nod your head and wheel your suitcase to the elevator.

"Hi," a woman in the elevator says as you step in.

"Hi," you smile.

"First time here?" she asks with a pretty British accent. Her blonde hair flows down to the middle of her back, soft curls intertwining with one another.

"Damn, I really make it obvious don't I?"

She laughs softly. "We Brits know how to sniff out newbies."

The elevator stops on the second floor of rooms (really the third floor), and it opens for you. "Well, this is me."

"See you around, American."

You smile, shaking your head and go to the seventh room. You swipe the keycard under the door handle and it unlocks.

The executive producer, Jason really knows how to pick hotels. The room is pretty spacious. The queen size bed with beige bedding sits in the middle of the room, night stands on either side. There's a white, two cushioned couch up against the wall furthest from the door and a wood dresser across from the bed stained dark brown with a tv on top of it. A small closet is next to the dresser, and on the other side a counter with a coffee pot and sugar packets. The restroom door is adjacent from the entrance and exit door. The counter is roomy, the sink resting in the middle. There's a few skin care items next to the soap. The shower is a walk in, the sliding glass door blurry and barely see through.

You begin to unpack, folding your clothes neatly into the dresser and hanging up the fancier ones in the closet. You put away all of your toiletries into the bathroom then plop on the bed after spraying a good coat of Lysol.

Tomorrow morning, you're to meet the cast and crew and have a table read for about an hour. Excitement and hits of nerves flutter in your stomach as you stare up at the ceiling. This will be your life until the beginning of July.

The sun begins to fade outside, the light inside your room dimming. A rumble sounds from the clouds above, rain beginning to drizzle, hitting against the window creating soft pounding sounds.

As your eyes begin to grow heavy, you're hit with a sudden realization that you'll have to sleep alone for some time. A semi harsh wave of loneliness hits you as the world around you fades into dreams.

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kaladinkholins · 4 months

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hot take time about the mizu and akemi ship. y'all can disagree but i said what i said, because again, it's just an opinion!!!!

putting the rest under a cut so y'all are free to ignore this if you want. i'm just rambling anyway and, again, these are just my personal opinions.

okay like i gotta hand it to blue eye samurai like it's genuinely impressive that they've written their characters so well, like each one of them feels so real and fully-realised

and as a consequence of that, it actually. for the first time ever. has me rooting against a sapphic ship becoming canon endgame LIKE LMAO ???? i didn't think that was POSSIBLE but here we are ???

cuz like if you know me at all you know i usually instantly latch onto any femslash ship at any given opportunity. like i don't think yall understand. i was ride or die for korrasami before it was even remotely a thing, like at that point korrasami was still a CRACK SHIP in the fandom and i was gunning for it immediately and begging them both to leave mako's stupid ass!!!

but SOMEHOW this show, with all its gender fuckery galore and all its well written characters, has somehow made me look at the mizu/akemi ship and say "i'll pass." like dont get me wrong i was pinning my hopes on it initially in the first episode, but by the time i got to the end??? NAH.

like don't get me wrong they ARE cute and sexy on paper and i DO definitely see them developing feelings for each other (mizu towards akemi especially, less so the other way around because akemi just does not strike me as the pining type) but for an endgame? nah. it'd be weird and messy for both of them like!!! they'd be bad for each other!!!

they both want and need completely different things in life (mizu wants vengeance but needs acceptance/belonging; akemi wants freedom but needs autonomy and empowerment).

and they don't even share much in common that would help them bond in a romantic way? like not even interests-wise, but like. personality-wise too. their perceptions of life and approaches and experiences all directly contrast each other. like i know that they're narrative foils and all, which is great, excellent really, but romantically? there is no common ground between them.

besides, of course, both being AFAB and struggling with the patriarchy and misogyny, both having a surrogate father figure who raised them (swordfather for mizu; seki for akemi). aside from those things, they diverge in almost every single way?

like i do get the appeal of the "yin and yang" dynamic of opposites attract in ships (i have so many such ships from other fandoms after all), so i do suppose that, if given enough time for a really long and intense slow burn, it could work. but with all the plot plot plot the show's got going on, i don't know if that's going to be possible, especially now that mizu is ??? apparently going to london ????

and what would their endgame even look like? the two of them running off into the sunset together? why? when akemi has everything she wants and needs in edo palace? which, by the way, is completely the opposite of what mizu wants and needs, as mizu needs a place where she is free to be herself and is accepted and loved for who she is. she does not need, nor want, a life of political intrigue. she is not made for it, nor is it meant for her. akemi, on the other hand, is perfectly suited for such a life, while being completely unsuited for a life on the road, travelling, or living on a farm in the middle of nowhere. nor would akemi like or enjoy such a life either! she'd get freedom, yes, but it would hardly be fulfilling, especially now that she has decided that she wants greatness!

i don't know. if they become canon endgame, the show better put in the work. because this is a netflix adult animated show with the freedom to do that (unlike, say, cartoons on nickelodeon and disney where the creators all faced heavy censorship to get some rep in), so if they're taking the sapphic endgame route, they better buck up and put their backs into it because seeing the state of it right now, the chemistry is bone-dry and the prospects are disastrous!!!!

so until further developments prove me wrong and change my mind, every time i see mizu/akemi content somehow escape the confines of the mute function, i just reenact the gengar gay wrongs gif:

#fandom.rtf #wank.mp3 #shut up haydar #blue eye samurai #mizukemicritical #also i say critical not anti because im not 100% against it #like lemme be clear i support gay women's rights and wrongs!!!!!!! in this house we stand up for toxic yuri rights 🫡#but! i'm talking about like. from the perspective of what i want to be the canon endgame of the show #like i fully endorse the show exploring a romance between them!#but im crossing my fingers hoping they are not the final canon relationship ykwim dkjfksjfsk #but regardless of my feelings just know i'm still out here in the trenches defending them from the reddit homophobes 🫡🫡🫡

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blouisparadise · 1 year

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics where murder (or attempted murder) features in the story. Many of these fics have a darker tone and may have some triggers, so please be sure to read the tags and warnings on each fic carefully. We hope you enjoy these amazing stories and show them some love! If you enjoy our rec lists and want them to continue, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) A Gentleman And His Angel | Explicit | 2572 words

Harry is a killer (kinda got daddy issues) and Louis is his whole world.

2) Daisy | Explicit | 3575 words

An assassin who lurks in shadows, who kills with a detachment towards his victims, their death always displayed artfully for anyone who stumbles upon the corpse once his work is done.

Of course, no one knows his actual name. If they do get to know it by some ill twist of fate, their end follows quickly and swiftly.

He goes by Poison Ivy.

3) But I Want It (It's A Crime) | Explicit | 6590 words

Harry is hired to kill Louis. Louis thinks he's an idiot. They fuck.

4) And Up Until Now I Had Sworn To Myself That I'm Content With Loneliness | Mature | 14017 words

An high school AU Where Louis is a pretty omega and loves strawberries and Harry just wants to settle down and grow old together.

5) The Blood Is Rare (And Sweet As Cherry Wine) | Explicit | 14270 words

True Mates AU with a murder case to be solved and feelings to be unraveled.

6) Something Wicked This Way Comes | Explicit | 16719 words

A regency murder mystery au where Louis is married to an earl and Harry is a detective. Hatchets are buried but not everyone is as they seem.

7) Angel Of Small Death And The Murder Scene | Explicit | 20634 words

Ever since Louis read about the new up and coming Detective in town, he had immediately disliked the man, despite never having met him. So, naturally, it can only be the worst thing that could have happened to Louis when he gets stuck with Detective Styles trying to s

8) Your Eyes Of Blue, Your Kisses Too | Explicit | 21785 words

When they get out onto the streets away from the crowds Niall turns to walk backwards, “So did you get any leads?”

“Well- uh.”

Niall shakes his head, “Too busy kissing that pretty boy onstage, I see. Gonna blow the whole case for a piece of ass?”

9) Windsor Peaks | Not Rated | 23801 words

Louis Tomlinson lost his parents when he was 8 years old. He was moved to an orphanage in London where he stayed until he was old enough to leave. Louis moved back to his home town of Windsor Peaks, to study and make a life for himself where his parents had lived and wanted to raise him.

Louis life was going well, he was happy, until two detectives from London turn up. Harry Styles and Scott Wolf are investigating a string of murders and a car accident that lead them to straight to Louis and his past.

Is Louis a suspect or is there something more sinister going on.

10) Once Upon A Dream | Explicit | 33319 words | Sequel

Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.

11) Close To Nowhere | Explicit | 34589 words

Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

12) No Easy Choice, But You’re Mine | Explicit | 45603 words

Louis is an omega hitman with one last job that goes a little sideways. Harry is the alpha bartender that looks a little too closely and cares a little too much.

13) Spoonful Of Sugar | Explicit | 42900 words | Sequel

Note: This fic is the sequel to this fic.

Louis Tomlinson cares for his family above all else, a fact that’s led him on a twisted path peddling drugs to support them. Just as he’s made the decision to jump ship, Louis gets snared between the two largest crime syndicates in the city. To keep his family safe he’s forced to trust the man that failed to keep his promise two years ago, the resident drug lord he’s unknowingly been working for, Harry Styles.

14) Yesterday Came Suddenly | Explicit | 48473 words

Harry, the deadliest member of the NYC assassins’ guild, is forced to face a seemingly impossible task in hopes of finally leaving the underground behind for good, but when ghosts from the past come back to haunt him, escaping the darkness becomes that much harder.

15) Tied Down | Explicit | 48551 words

The most interesting case in Liam and Niall’s careers falls directly into their laps, courtesy of an epic fuck-up of one Harry Styles, partner to the almost-infamous drug dealer Louis Tomlinson. The investigation yields an unexpected yet satisfactory outcome for Liam and Niall. For Harry and Louis, however, things are far more complicated.

16) Untamed Hearts Align | Explicit | 55786 words

For as long as Louis has known her, Lady Margaret Tomlinson has had two aspirations for the remaining years of her life. The first was to out-dress the Duchess of Kent at every soirée and gathering. The second was to marry off her omega nephew to the most honorable – and highly ranked – alpha suitor she could find.

He does not expect for her to arrange a marriage between him and the crown prince, and he certainly does not expect to fall for him. Everything changes when Harry disappears.

17) Let Your Damage, Damage Me | Explicit | 57077 words

A low and dangerous growl was ripped from the future King’s chest.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” the alpha snarled, eyes dark and nostrils flared.

Even as anger rushed through him at the alpha’s brutish display, Louis felt breathless at the intense gaze of the man that was going to be his future mate.

‘Tomorrow I’m going to be under all that. He will be inside me, all muscles and rage.’ Louis felt his cheeks heat again, but refused to be cowed. So he put his best smirk on display, the one alphas despised to see, the one that assured them all he had the upper hand.

“Thought you were expecting me, dear husband. I’m your future mate.”

18) From Chaos | Explicit | 62764 words

“Your majesty, is everything okay?” a man, fully covered in a black armor from head to toe, harshly opened the door. Louis’ breath hitched, not quite registering the honorary term the man used for him but fully recognizing two things; first, the black crown of thorns on top of his head, making the dark veil that covered his face sit in place. There was a symbol on his chest, two serpents intertwined in what appeared to be a circle, who represented Orcus’ connection with life and death. A reminder to everyone in the order that death was constant, and infinite. The man who stood in front of him, tense and alert, was a knight, an Orcus’ knight. Louis took an uneven breath. What type of nightmare was this? Tale as old as time, a villain falls in love with an already taken hero who only wants to kill him.

19) Derail The Mind Of Me | Explicit | 77323 words

The Behavioral Analysis Unit gets called in to help a small town police department find the killer leaving behind a string of victims with a particularly jarring signature. FBI profiler Harry Styles must work with his team to uncover the unsub responsible for a slew of gruesome murders and just might discover his own hidden feelings for BAU Technical Analyst Louis Tomlinson along the way.

20) The Rose Of Whitechapel | Mature | 100182 words

Jack the Ripper au - Detective Constable Harry Styles and his partner, DC Liam Payne, lead the case on the Whitechapel murders. Louis Tomlinson, the Rose of Whitechapel, is harbouring secrets of his own, along with a dark and sordid past. When their paths cross, truths are revealed, and perhaps hearts are mended...

A darkness is brewing, and it's finally come to collect on the promise it was made.

21) Echoes & Omens | Mature | 100707 words

Echoes of the dead come in many forms. Their imprints forever tied to the ones who'd killed them.

Louis Tomlinson is able to track the dead using their echoes, they call to him. He's used that gift to aid Scotland Yard in their investigations, with the hopes of studying Criminology at Cambridge University. He's lived a life of privilege and good fortune as a Marquess, son of the late Duke Tomlinson, with his life mapped out since day one.

Until two terrible truths are revealed.

One, he's adopted.

Two, his biological parents are London's most notorious serial killers.

Against his family's wishes, Louis travels to Chicago to uncover the truth of their incarceration. Much to his dismay, his biological mother's Lawyer, Harry Styles, wants to take his case. Together, they work to uncover what really happened all those years ago, but perhaps more is revealed than they could've ever anticipated. Trapped in a whirlwind of portents and omens, Louis and Harry find themselves pitted against an enemy they'd not foreseen.

22) Beautiful War | Mature | 103379 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

Five years ago, Louis was nearly the next victim in a string of murders plaguing Portland, Oregon. He managed to escape and the Angel Killer was apprehended and sent to prison. Now, Louis’ a best-selling author that assists state police with minor cases. He still suffers from the events of the days he’d been held hostage, but he’s found ways to cope.

That is, until the killings start up again. A body was found in the woods. A body that bared the same signature the media had dubbed: The Angel of Death.

Special Agent Harry Styles leads the case, and he doesn’t buy into the clairvoyant bullshit that Louis spewed to save face five years ago. He’s certain that Louis Tomlinson was involved.

Until they meet, and they’re both left questioning everything they’d thought to be true.

23) Shadow Dances | Mature | 101591 words

Louis Tomlinson has a begrudging gift, he’s able to communicate with the spirits of the dead. Often against his will, and almost always at the most inconvenient of times.

He and his partner, Zayn Malik, work for a covert division of the New Haven Federal Bureau of Investigations. They aid in all kinds of cases, though their talents lie in the obscure and unsolvable.

It’s when a strange new case falls onto their desks that they’re left questioning the extent of their abilities, and whether they were ever truly alone.

Harry Styles was brought into the FBI for not only his skills, but his ability to mitigate the influx of spirits surrounding the elusive and obnoxiously infuriating sharp-tongued medium he’d been assigned to. Louis gets under his skin, he’s impulsive and a risk to the team according to Harry.

They do however have to find a way to set aside their sordid history, and their reluctant attraction, to track down the murderer plaguing their coastal city.

24) Drops of Jupiter | Mature | 121826 words

In a small, sleepy town ruled by prejudice, Louis Tomlinson runs his grandmothers shop for the occult. He finds comfort in his tarot cards, his friends, and a dog that he doesn’t have room for. He thought the worst he’d have to deal with would be bigotry, until a new sheriff arrives with a headstrong little girl that’s impossible not to fall in love with.

But what happens when a string of break-ins leads to a brutal attack, and the towns’ darling is murdered right under their Sunday hats? A murder that just so happens to bear the same modus operandi as similar homicides in neighbouring states. Has the killer been circling Virginia, or is he a local of Lavender Hills?

And what will Louis do when the charming Sheriff Styles starts to suspect him of such a heinous crime?

25) Only You Can Be My Alpha | Mature | 212378 words

In a world where one was either an Alpha or an Omega wolf, Louis found himself in a body that could be neither. Born an Omega without the expected characteristics of one, he felt broken, choosing to live as Alpha a lifestyle as he could. Harboring a serious lack of respect for Alphas and their authority complexes, Louis managed to get himself banished from his home, forced to wander the unforgiving woods for years, facing the elements and fighting enemy rogues each time they arose.

Unbeknownst to Louis, in a tribe to the southwest of his home, there lived a dysfunctional Alpha, the orphaned pack leader Harry, who had never felt satisfied enough with anyone to settle down and continue his royal line. Living their lives apart thus far, the both of them assumed that they might be alone forever, making the best of things despite this even though it hurt.

Chance, luck, or maybe fate brings Louis to this tribe when he’d least expected to receive kindness and shelter from a stranger, and when he arrives, something in his soul pulls him to Harry like a raging river current. The two don’t get off to a good start, but everyone around them can sense the chemistry—and in time they do too.

26) Join Me In The Afterlife | Explicit | 262289 words

The one where Louis is a simple guy - all he wants from his summer break is to spend some quality time with his mother, get to know her new husband, and learn to play the guitar. Nothing out of the ordinary, that is for sure. However, life has a funny way of working and when Louis finds a strange boy sitting on his bed one sunny day, his summer break takes a turn for the better (or worse) when he discovers a ghost has stolen his heart from the get-go.

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ellewritesfix05 · 2 years

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Lost & Found

Characters: Soldier Boy x Reader, Billy Butcher, Hughie

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: SMUT - 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI. Slight fluff, if your squint. Some angst.

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve been able to get any writing done but have been keeping up with The Boys and am completely obsessed with Soldier Boy so… yeah, this just happened 🤷🏻‍♀️

📸 cred: to rightful owners

Elle’s Library/Main Masterlist

“Hey, Y/N, someone’s looking for you.”

You sigh in frustration for the thousandth time today. What should have been a routine day turned into hell when the idiots at Vought decided to rush the release of merchandise for their latest egocentrically-fueled, completely-cheesy film starring the Seven. As manager of one of the most visited shops in the city, you’re used to chaos but, for whatever reason, today the chaos just seems never ending; running out of merchandise, dealing with annoying customers, resetting all systems due to an unexplainable loss of power halfway through the biggest rush of the day. Just one thing after another, and now… now someone is asking for you. Probably another disgruntled customer losing his shit because you’re all out of Starlight posters for him to jerk off to.

“I’m busy, Joe. If it’s just another asshole whining about us not having something, just send them away.”

“Not just any other asshole, luv,” says a voice with a thick Cockney accent.

Fuck.

“Butcher.” You turn in your chair to face the Londoner leaning against the frame of the doorway with a shit-eating grin that told you he was here to ask you for yet another favor. “You know you’re not supposed to show your mug around here. If anyone at Vought finds out we know each other-”

“I know, I know,” he interrupts. “But, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have a good fuckin’ reason now, would I?”

You glare up at him, waiting for him to state said reason while he just stands there, looking at you expectantly. Rolling your eyes, you stand up and grab your jacket. He wants you to follow him, and while you’re not always so willing to do as he asks, you know he must have a very good reason for coming all the way into the Vought tower merch shop instead of calling you. Whatever it is, it’s good enough to risk your job and possibly both your lives.

You follow him out the back after telling your assistant manager, Joe, to take over for the rest of the day since you had a family emergency. Butcher says nothing as he climbs into his car, and even as he drives out to fuck-knows-where.

After about ten minutes of silence, you can’t stand the suspense anymore, “Okay, out with it.”

He chuckles, “you are an impatient one, ain’t ya?”

“Butcher,” you warn. “I’ve heard nothing from you, or Hughie, or even Frenchie since y’all went legit and now all of a sudden you’re here being all mysterious? Forgive me for being a little impatient with your sorry ass.”

“Alright, fair enough.” Butcher reaches behind you and pulls a file from the backseat of the car, “it’s a long story but, we ain’t legit anymore, turns out Neuman’s a bloody supe, Kimiko’s in the hospital, and we just got back from a little field trip to the former Soviet Union that tore the group apart.”

As he flops the folder down on your lap, you can’t help but be shocked by the information Butcher just dropped on you. True, you’d been through some serious shit with the boys ever since you joined their cause after some asshole C-list supe had decimated your best friend, Ashe, for just being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but after everything, you’d really thought things had turned a corner.

Butcher had found you after you exacted your revenge on Ashe’s murderer and convinced you to join the team. You were apprehensive at first but after thinking about it all - the deaths, the lack of accountability, all the collateral damage that kept getting covered up - you decided to help the cause. It wasn’t a great arrangement; to be honest, everything was shit considering the fact that it took a long time for the boys to warm up to the idea of working with a Supe, even one as half-decent as you, but each time you were able to rid the world of yet another asshole Supe with Butcher’s help, you knew at least you were saving some lives. Which, apart from avenging Ashe, helped you remember why you agreed to be injected with Compound V all those years ago. Though you were gifted with the ability to shoot literal fireballs through your hands, you somehow managed to stay under the radar enough with the morons at Vought that they never really knew of your existence. Or if they did, they didn’t find you threatening in any way. So much so that you’d been able to go nearly 40 years jumping from one job to another within the conglomerate without detection, always using different names and changing certain aspects of your appearance just enough to not raise suspicion. It was this ability to have access to Vought property that had brought you to Bucher’s attention, that and your thirst for vengeance. After years of running with him though, when the Stormfront scandal hit and the group disbanded, you went back to your old ways, having thought that finally things would be better.

You did keep your job with Vought because even as a lowly shop manager, you still had access to certain individuals who could provide invaluable information but over the past few months, having heard nothing but silence from everyone but M.M., you were nearly convinced that the worst was over. Oh well, you should’ve known better.

Still, none of the events that Butcher has just relayed to you explain why he’s come to you only just now. You figure the answer lays in the folder on your lap and when you open it, you understand.

“What is this…” you look through the entire file in disbelief.

The car stops and you look up to find yourself in a motel parking lot, far from the center of the city where Butcher picked you up. You look at him, puzzled, wide eyes silently asking for an answer to the question you’re terrified to ask.

“He’s alive,” Butcher answers and you feel time freeze. There’s a ringing in your ears.

He’s alive. The words dance in front of your tunnel visioned eyes and you feel sick to your stomach. Soldier Boy. Soldier Boy is alive.

No one else knows your connection to the famous superhero - America’s former sweetheart and defender. No one but Butcher.

New York City, 1980

Pain. Spreading throughout your entire body, like an unforgiving wildfire, burning everything in its path. You writhe on the floor, crying out for help, holding on to Ben’s hand for dear life. Though your vision is blurred, you can see him next to you, a smile on his lips as you struggle to breathe. He’d told you, warned you how much it would hurt, but you didn’t care at the time, and even now you try to convince yourself that it’s the right thing. Because it’s the only way to be with him, the only way to stay with him… forever.

Present Day

“But how…? No,” you shake your head, “this can’t be. He was gone, he died, that’s what they all said… the twins, a-and Gunpowder. They grieved him, even Crimson Countess…”

You feel your chest tighten as the air becomes too thick around you, making it hard to breathe. Butcher places a hand on your back, an awkward attempt to soothe the anxiety creeping up on you.

“They lied. There was a plan, they wanted to get rid of’im. He didn’t die, he was taken by the Ivans.” With every word coming out of his mouth, Butcher only makes your world spin more. It doesn’t make any sense, you’d talked to them, all of the Payback team were there at the memorial service, they mourned the loss of their captain. You knew, of course, that they didn’t always get along, especially with Countess since she’d been forced to fake a relationship with Soldier Boy, but they wouldn’t dare try to hurt him. He was too strong, they couldn’t have…

You look down at the picture in the file, and somehow find a way to ground yourself. Anger replaces anxiety, a seething rage simmering under your skin. Those bastards; ungrateful, talentless, useless. They were always jealous of Soldier Boy, it’s no wonder they stooped so low as to team up with the Soviets to bring him down.

“Did you find him?” you ask.

“Y’know, he ain’t no angel neither,” Butcher comments and you look at him angrily.

You do know that, of course you do. It was one of the reasons you’d struggled so much working with the boys. Especially M.M. You knew what happened to his family, you knew what Soldier Boy did to him, and yet you couldn’t help but excuse him in your mind. Yes, Soldier Boy had a dark side to him, but nobody before, and certainly nobody after, loved you the way he did. No one made you feel like you were on top of the world with just one look, no one made your body tremble and your soul reach heaven the way he did. But that wasn’t Soldier Boy, that was Ben; your soulmate, your lover, your everything.

“You don’t know him like I do, Butcher. I know, okay? I know what he’s done but… he’s my Ben and I- I can’t turn my back on him. Just please, tell me you found him.” You know begging is pathetic but if there’s a chance to see him again, you have to try.

Butcher says nothing but nods at one of the rooms in the motel. He takes his phone out and sends a text, and not thirty seconds later you see Hughie come out of the same room. Gathering all your strength, you force your body to get out of the car and go towards the door. Your legs are like lead, each heavy step taking you closer and closer to a moment you never thought would come.

You reach out and grab the doorknob, taking a big breath before turning it and opening the door.

Though he has his back to you, you immediately recognize him. Those broad shoulders, that silky, dirty blonde hair, his laughter as he mocks one of the commercials playing on the small TV. He doesn’t even bother looking back at the door to see who’s come into the room.

You close the door behind you and take a couple more steps, but stop just a few feet short. You can’t get any closer and though you know it's been only seconds, it feels like decades that you stand there before you finally get the courage to speak.

“B-Ben?” you whisper, barely audible but that doesn’t matter because he can hear you. His body tenses up and he stands up immediately, the chair he’d been sitting on falling to the ground. He turns around and you swear he’s gotten even more beautiful than you remember. He hasn’t aged a day, and while you haven’t either, it’s striking; he looks amazing, standing in front of you in a Giants jersey and sweatpants. Looking so normal, so innocent, so… Ben.

If he’s shocked to see you, he doesn’t show it because almost immediately he smiles and crosses the short distance between you. Before you know it, you feel his lips against yours and you can’t help but melt in his embrace. The kiss is rough, bruising, filled with pent-up need. In a flash, he lifts you up and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. Your movements are swift and expertly, your hands tearing at his clothes as he carries you to the creaky motel bed. He practically throws you onto it, you land unceremoniously but waste no time in removing your own clothes as he lifts his shirt over his head. You sit up and reach out, your fingers dancing across his perfect skin. He looks down at you, lust-blown pupils staring as your fingers dip under the elastic of his sweatpants, pulling them down along with his boxers, allowing his impressive erection to spring up against his abdomen. Without hesitation, you lick your lips in anticipation, practically drooling at the sight in front of you.

As his pants hit the floor, you wrap your hand around his shaft, guiding it to your open mouth. Pre-cum leaking from the tip paints your lips, and you feel the weight of his throbbing cock against your tongue. Soldier Boy groans at the sight, but patience has never been his forte and he quickly snakes his fingers through your hair, pulling at the strands as he pushes your head towards him, forcing you to nearly swallow him whole.

He holds you in place, moving his own hips against you, each thrust allowing him to hit the back of your throat, making you gag around him. Your eyes meet his beautifully green ones and you can feel tears beginning to form as he makes it hard for you to breathe. Saliva seeps out the sides of your mouth and Ben groans, this is the sight he missed most. You moan and the vibrations are nearly enough to make him undone but you know he’s only just beginning, your body responds to him on its own accord, as if no time had passed at all since the last time you found yourself in this position. As he finally pulls out of your mouth fully, you gasp, catching your breath while guiding his manhood downwards, slowly making its way down your neck and stopping in the valley between your breasts. He lets go of your hair, his hand sliding down the side of your face, thumb resting against your bottom lip as you push your breasts together, rolling your nipples between your fingertips as he begins thrusting up and down, his cock sliding easily between your tits. His thumb makes its way into your mouth and you suck slightly, all the while looking straight up at him, admiring his features, basking in the glory of the groans of pleasure escaping those perfectly parted, kiss-swollen lips of his.

While he loves the sight and feeling, he can’t wait any longer. He needs to feel your heat around him, needs it more than anything in the world. Before you can react, his hand leaves your face and he grabs your wrists, pulling you upwards so he can push you down on the bed. His body covers yours, his chest against your own, his mouth on your neck leaving angry, visible marks as his hand travels down to your core. Thick fingers slide down your wet center making you moan loudly as he inserts one, then two digits into your dripping pussy.

“Fuck, babygirl,” he groans in your ear, “so fucking tight and wet for me.”

You nod incoherently as he adds yet another finger and begins moving them in and out of you. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched in any way like this. After Soldier Boy’s “death”, it had taken you a while to start dating and when you did, it was always a disaster. No one compared to him, no one even came close; he ruined you for every other man on Earth. And now he’s back in your arms, the one man that knows what makes you tick, how to turn you into a blubbering mess underneath him using only his fingers. Fingers that curl directly against your most sensitive spot with just the right pressure that sends you unexpectedly crashing against your first orgam. It hits like a freight train, just waves of unimaginable pressure washing over your entire being; your eyes roll back against your head and you loudly scream his name. So loudly, you wouldn’t be surprised if they heard you all the way to Vought Tower.

He continues finger-fucking you through your orgasm, never quite letting you come down. Oh how he's missed this, how many times he dreamt of you in this position, beneath him, writhing and screaming his name in pleasure. Sometimes it was the only thought that kept him from going insane every time the Soviets devised a brand new plan to try and break him.

Without missing a beat, he pulls his fingers out of you and presses them against your lips, groaning as you suck your own juices from them, lapping at them like you were starved. He can’t wait anymore, he needs to be inside you. Kneeling on the bed now, Soldier Boy grabs you by the hips, your legs on either side of him and pulls you towards him. He uses your wetness to coat his painfully hard cock and the moment you feel him enter you, you swear you see stars dancing across your vision. He’s big, thick and delicious as he stretches you out.

Soldier Boy throws his head back as he pushes his way inside you, your velvet heat wrapping around him perfectly, like you were specially made for his cock. He takes a moment to revel in the feeling, yet soon his body demands more and he begins thrusting. His hips expertly move against you as he holds one of your legs against his front while the other fondles at your breast. It doesn’t take long for your second orgasm to hit, and when it does your entire body convulses, your hands holding on to the bedsheets for dear life, your back arched and your head thrown back. He loves to watch you cum, loves to see you come completely undone because of him. He loves the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him even more, it's intoxicating really and it’s been so long he knows he won’t be able to last much longer. He needs to cum inside of you, to coat your walls with his seed and make you unconditionally his again.

As wildfire-like pleasure continues to spread throughout your entire body, he keeps thrusting in and out of you, now desperately chasing his own release. He needs it, you can see it in his eyes. And you need it too, you need to feel him let go inside you.

As best you can, you move your hips against his, egging him on until his thrusts are erratic and unforgiving. You can feel him in places you never thought you would again. The bed creaks loudly beneath you, but it’s barely audible in comparison to your combined moans and groans. He’s close now, you can feel his cock throbbing inside you as he nears release when you suddenly hear the sound of wood breaking and feel the bed dip beneath the two of you, the frame being no match for the strength of Soldier Boy’s final push that feels as though he may split you into two, and he growls as he lets go; a deep, guttural sound that fills the air as he fills your insides completely. But that’s not all, the room suddenly becomes a thousand times brighter and you feel an intense heat all around you as his chest illuminates and sends what seems like a supernova against the windowed wall of the cheap motel room. You cover your eyes, nearly blinded by this light and uncover them as you feel him collapse against you.

Perplexed, you look around you and find yourself in full display of the parking lot. Whatever it was that just happened, Soldier Boy destroyed the hotel and what seems like a few cars parked out front. You hear hysterical screams before you see Butcher and Hughie run into your field of sight. Concern is etched in Hughie’s features as he takes in the damage, while Butcher…

Well, fuck. Butcher is definitely going to kill you.

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princeescaluswords · 5 months

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not sure if it was meant to be done elsewhere, but my favorite fic of yours is 'Ten Things That Scott McCall Can't Say'!

Thank you!

I wanted to point out something. In Second Chance at First Line (1x02) Scott gets angry at Stiles while riding in the Jeep because he feels Stiles is treating Scott's transformation and the danger like a quest in a video game:

Scott: I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial. Stiles: Just keep looking. Maybe it's like a ritual or something, like maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's like a special skill, you know? Like something you have to learn. Scott: I'll put it on my to - do list, right underneath figuring out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight. Stiles: Maybe it's different for girl werewolves. Scott: Okay! Stop it! Stiles: Stop what? Scott: Stop saying "werewolves"! Stop enjoying this so much.

Now, we're supposed to believe that Scott's agitated mental state is due to the wolfsbane rope concealed in Stiles's backpack, but this scene also marks something else, just as important. This is the last time we see Scott get angry at Stiles because of how Stiles behaves toward Scott. Scott may become exasperated at Stiles's insistence on murder as a solution when it comes to Derek, Jackson, and Liam, but that is in defense of others, and Scott does judge Stiles in Lies of Omission (5x09) when he believes that Stiles kills Donovan to protect his father, but I cannot think of another time when Scott expresses anger or even frustration at Stiles at how Stiles treats him specifically. If you've read my blog know I believe that there were plenty of opportunities for this.

Now, moving forward to the other end of Scott's character development, compare this exchange to the scene in Pressure Test (6x15), where Scott is gathering his things to leave Beacon County after his father negotiates a deal.

Rafael: Look, I know this isn't what you wanted, but it's the right decision. When Stilinski called... Scott: Can you hand me that shirt right there? Rafael: Now, you can be mad at me, but I'd rather watch you leave the state than watch you die. Scott: (SIGHS) I'm not mad. I get why you did it. Rafael: Scott, you're not the only one who gets to protect his family. I'll be downstairs.

We've seen Scott lay into his father before in Insatiable (3x23), but he doesn't in this instance. While the circumstances are different, both scenes have a character making what's happening to Scott about them instead. But now, six seasons have passed, and Scott has learned that there are things he can't say -- or, more precisely, emotions he can't express during a crisis situation.

Teen Wolf made it a point to explore the burdens of leadership. Derek was an incompetent alpha because he made decisions based on his emotional reactions to events -- anger at what had been done to him and his family -- and Scott has managed to mature into someone who can put aside his own emotions in order to do what must be done. Scott has demonstrated this growth, and he will do it again in Season 6 when -- after a harrowing night of listening to his mother struggle to live on the operating table -- he goes to Peter -- Peter! -- and asks him to join the fight against Monroe.

Personally, I literally seethe in reaction to that scene in Eichen House in Werewolves of London (6x17), but the show was relentless in its conviction that a good leader has to put their own emotional responses to the side in order to be effective. I would have loved if Scott had unloaded, verbally or physically, on Peter after that villain enabled a fanatic to point an assault rifle at his own daughter and the man trying to protect his ungrateful ass, but that wouldn't have made stopping Monroe any easier. So Scott didn't.

Fanfiction gives us what canon didn't, and the lesson Scott learn about suppressing his own reasonable emotional responses is what I explored in this story. I suspect that the movie commented on that by having Scott move to Los Angeles -- somewhere he could be free to express himself -- but I wish it had been more explicit.

#scott mccall #scott mccall defense squad #stiles stilinski #rafael mccall #second chance at first line #pressure test #true alpha #my writing

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sisterofficerlucychen · 15 days

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Hi there, its me again here to vent 👋🏼

I totally agree with you, in spite of some moments, it was super funny. One thing i love about the show is that is like Brooklyn 99 but lasting 45 minutes and a lot more of police stuff. The scene where she invites everyone to the party and its seen by the bodycams? THAT IS FUNNY.

What we asked for is here, those glances of I HATE YOU but I LOVE YOU from Lucyyy omggg or Tim trying to reach her not knowing how? S1 Tim being all I dontgiveafuckmywifeisanaddictidonttalkaboutit but this time dontgiveafuckbrokemygirlsheartdonttalkaboutit? THE PINING 2.0 IS COMING PEOPLE!!!

I see everyone got stuck in London and the face she makes when she close the door and Tim going there afterhours. But what I can't see bad about it. I mean sure this shrink is quite sketchy BUUUT I see a therapist that worked all day in building trust with a potential patience and is proud that got him to open up and say that need help. AND I also see Tim completly broken... the scene where he talks with Lucy you can see him about to cry and doesnt know what to say, aknowledging he can't give her what she wants (and adult talk) while she tells him he needs more help... Is that what pushes him to go and say Dr London this is URGENT.

Also I read other post where someone states that all this drama with Blair is because she is just a young pretty female AND I COULDNT AGREE MORE. If the therapist was a man or and old lady everyone would be 'ohh yes Tim finally'

Also I will die on this hill → the writers are not idiots, they wont make something so dark like hooking them up and screwing chenford being at risk of loosing the fans and for instance loosing the show, its what feeds their families lol

I gonna trust the process, Melissa's and Eric's sneak peaks, and thats all.

Also thinking about the 'OFFICER DOWN' in the promo thats Tim voice and last week here was a bts video where you can hear OFFICER DOWN ITS CHEN so IM PREPARING MY SELF FOR LUCY HURT TIM PANICKING AND BEING THE FIRST STEP FORWARD (or to become a professional clown)

My vent Is over, see you next week haha

hello, friend! pls vent away! ♡

adlkfjsdas omg yes! it definitely gives b99 vibes when it’s leaning into it’s comedic side~~ especially the funny cold opens remind me so much of it lol. THAT WAS BRILLIANT — i think the choice of filming it through the body cams and the security cam added to the chaos and awkwardness. lucy was so real for that but i will forever cry at tim not being there because he was there with lucy when they met and he practically lived with them.

yes! 😭👀 that first scene with them in the hallway was so angsty but what made it hurt that much more (than what we saw in the promo) was how lucy had just caught smitty in the middle of a betting pool about the break up like no wonder she just bolted and shook her head. THE ANGST WAS ANGST-ING. it hurt but i kind of loved it??? because it highlighted once again their struggle to communicate and be on the same page with one another (the “you know me so well” is fake news atm 😭. YAY ♡ so excited for angst and pining 2.0 eras.

i am definitely said people with the look she gave lmao. i swear as she closed the door there was something in her eyes that just felt off? personally for me it’s just how she’s treated aaron at the bar and then ended up with a hidden recording? especially the latter like that’s the only answer i can come up with because it’s clearly important for them to have added it into the scene but to me, when she turned it off, it didn’t struck me as her covering her ass because she had a moment with her client and she needed to put a stop to it - it felt malicious~~ OMG BUT YES. sketchy or no, dr. blair wasn’t lying when she told aaron she knows what she’s doing because she read tim without hesitation and said things he really needed to hear. tim is so broken rn 💔 yeeeees! the way he tried (and epically failed) at making small talk bc he was so off base but i think that was the first time in the day he actually smiled?? that scene was the angst i was expecting for the entire episode and i’m so glad we got it at the end of the episode because it was so important. i definitely agree with you like i think that was the final push he needed to seek immediate help.

oooh~ that’s a good point, i can see that! i mean for me it’s def just the sus vibes she gave with that video recording. like maybe this is one step past delulu but to the point you just made about how it’d be so different if the therapist was a man or an older woman (agreed), it makes me wonder what the casting call for the therapist was because i feel like that could be telling of the purpose/intention of the character?

1000000000% - that theory has me a little confused, ngl. like maybe if it were grey’s anatomy and he was owen hunt? but it’s not and that’s absolutely not who tim is even at his lowest and most vulnerable. nothing about that would absolve him from his guilt, it wouldn’t be a way for him to punish himself, and he didn’t break up with lucy because he stopped loving her. i don’t think he’s hooking up with anyone any time soon because this man has completely lost himself and doesn’t think he’s worthy of anything but even if he did, she’d probably be the last person not the first. for sure on them knowing better like they know, they might be tugging at our heat strings but they aren’t going to do something that far-fetched that would add nothing to anyone’s character growth or progress any storyline.

same ♡ they have yet to give me a reason not to believe them and if they’ve both said this is a needed thing and good things are coming then i’m gonna take their word on that.

YES, YES, YES, YES!!!!!! it’s so interesting that they layered that voiceover in the promo with what’s happening at the hospital because of that bts video eric shared. it’s definitely lucy and celina who get hurt because of how all the bts content lines up (and the synopsis) BUT OOOOH~ THAT’S GONNA HURT SO GOOD. like it’ll be the first time where she’s hurt and he likely can’t comfort her the way she needs?? because dod, he never moved from her bedside; and then with the shooting, he was also by her side reassuring her and ready to help support her. i am curious to see if he full on panics or panics, rushes to her side, and then once he knows she’s alive/okay, retreats? (but i’ll grab the make up and join you if we don’t get hurt lucy and panicked tim lol).

thanks for sharing! appreciated hearing what you had to say! see you next week ♡

#answered #idreamwiththecitythatneversleeps #the rookie #chenford

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jasongracedefenseattorney · 27 days

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here’s my full review of the tortured poets department: the anthology by taylor swift. i’m just going to start off by saying this is a grown ass woman and a billionaire and if you believe her music is above reproach just because she embodies girlhood or you liked the album or whatever just keep it trucking because i get to say whatever i want here.

first here’s the songs i like:

the black dog (what girl hasn’t checked a location, i ask you?!?)

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus (it could be traffic sounds and my name being in the title will still make me like it)

the alchemy

clara bow (this one makes me go 🎀🧚🏻‍♀️💕)

thank you aimee (grandchild of mean)

the albatross

peter (really mostly just the ending)

the bolter

the manuscript

the smallest man who ever lived (i will never hate a song that is about how matty healy sucks)

i can do it with a broken heart (corny but i have already seen edits with it and the right edit could make me like any song plus certain parts remind me of yoyok)

guilty as sin?

my boy only breaks his favorite toys (specifically for the line “im queen of sandcastles he destroys” which i like)

but daddy love him (she’s real for saying cut the fucking whining)

fortnight (post malone’s positive affect on my enjoyment cannot be overstated)

now for my opinions:

many of the songs aren’t BAD just completely unmemorable like i remember nary a lyric or tune of cassandra or the prophecy or robin etc etc

jack antonoff should be strung up! the only good things he’s done are 1. melodrama by lorde, and 2. inspiring margaret by lana del rey (plus the occasional good taylor song like getaway car and sweet nothings but whatever) honestly the two have outgrown each other and their music apart is way more interesting than anything they do together. aaron dessner is a hero.

i have no technical issues with florida!!! but as someone who has spent quite a bit of time in florida it feels like someone romanticizing newark, new jersey and that feeling stretches so deep that not even florence + the machine could make me enjoy what is otherwise a really fun song

there must be something about british men bc people dating british guys write so american by olivia rodrigo and paper rings and people who have broken up with british guys write so long, london

who’s afraid of little old me feels like the perfect example of every criticism taylor gets. she is the most powerful voice in hollywood, is extraordinarily litigious, and has won in every way that matters but still she acts like every criticism of her is an attack on girlhood and feminism. like she is a grown woman writing “i’m just a girl” music about how not being universally adored is such a huge tragedy and it just feels so corny

i look in peoples windows and down bad are both songs i’m sure i’ll love two months from now

the line about 1830 without the racists is CRAZY. even without the racists that was not a good time!

overall a very weak album. it’s like she’s stuck in some sort of perma-youth where she is unable to mature beyond “all of my exes are either the devil or taylor lautner” and it shows how very insular her adulthood has been. she’s been famous her entire adult life and her music sounds like the kind of lyric a teenager writes in their notes app. like i don’t hate the music but it’s all just so extraordinarily mid. every song on this album could be on any other album of any other pop girlie and i wouldn’t blink. taylor is supposed to be one of the strongest lyricists of our time and we’re getting lyrics like “touch me while your bros play grand theft auto”

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #the anthology #like i’m sorry taylor it’s a flop!#tayvis #i really wanted to like it #idk not super obsessed with it the way i thought id be #tbh i think she’s chasing the high of folklore here and it’s not working #folklore saved her career really #she was one flop from a vegas residency #and now every album is the most honest and vulnerable album ever!#and it’s all the same synth pop over lyrics that are like #you spit on my bones and left me there in the graveyard #all the while two songs later it’s like #now i DID cheat on you but im taylor swift so you should have expected it

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larrylimericks · 2 years

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27Sep22

Lou on Sang was one hell of a ride: Loves Zayn’s vocals, Li hate was denied; Weed’s good, ass tat’s bad; mesonfreddiemelad; Said he didn’t leak Home (but he lied).

Breaking the poetry wall to ramble about this interview (which was just too much for a few dozen syllables, but I tried). I like and respect Zach Sang as an interviewer. He listens to his subject, and while he has his questions and prompts prepared, he lets the conversation flow organically. And he doesn’t talk over people like fucking Zane Lowe. Louis thrives in those free-flowing, long-format discussions about music and creative process. I could listen to him endlessly. Which is why the forced babygate stuff stands out so sharply. The interview went hard on it. And here’s what I found especially sus:

Zach brings up seeing Louis perform in L.A. and is in the middle of waxing poetic about how Louis commands the room, when Louis very inorganically derails him specifically to bring up the kid (and goes all oBViOuSLy big-eyed). Stoner-brain Louis sure was quick with the knowledge that it was the Saturday night show where Zach and the kid would have overlapped. (I highly doubt Louis would be able to recall the day of the week for any other show on tour. He was prepared to get that in.) He goes on to mention very specific things to prove he knows dad details (like the kid’s bedtime). And he plays up the hero image thing again, which he did with the surfboard Christmas gift story, so now it’s a narrative. He goes into unnecessary detail to over-explain things (we locked eyes, which we could do because the venue is big but not too big ... ).

But what I can’t synthesize is that he says it’s the first time “me son’s gonna see me perform” (I get that he means live, but he makes it sound like the kid has no concept of what he does. His grandparents aren’t showing him videos? They didn’t let him watch the London livestream? For which his dad set a Guinness record? They didn’t crack him up with 800 plays of the fookin’-chicken-nugget clip?) and then that having seen a show, the kid now understands what he does (and that not everyone’s dad does what he does) ... But then he goes on to talk about how, like with his little sisters, his rock star life has always been normal to the kid. And those seem like contradictory statements.

And the very specific mention of taking the kid to the park with Oli, and then an unseen of that very occurrence turning up the same day the interview publishes?? It’s never not weird. I have no idea why they’re going so hard, or how they’ll ever end this mess, but it’s apparent that Louis will take the route of “He’ll always be a son to me.” And no mention whatsoever of megirlfriendeleanor. The ass-tat discussion sure would have been a convenient place for that, with all the talk of who sees it and “it’s not sexy” and “someone’s gonna love you for you.” ... Louis’ discussion of it was that of a man unattached. (Has anyone heard Chicago yet? Does he reference it in that song, or summat? Was this ass-tat knowledge seeding? Or was it just because Zach combed fan tweets and it’s a point of curiosity? It was an hour-long interview and I’m left with more questions than answers.)

Anyway ... back to five lines.

#larry #louis #louis tomlinson #stunts #babygate #zach sang #louis definitely lurks on stan twitter or other socials #lilo #zouis #louis' ass tattoo #i don't even know what to put in the tags #it's never not weird #the husbands are promoting too many things simultaneously and it's exhausting #limerick-lt #september 27 #2022

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sarahscribbles · 1 year

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It might be Valentine's Day this week, but tomorrow is the vastly superior Galentine's Day and I couldn't let it pass without showing all my amazing computer friends how important you all are to me. I'm so grateful for you all and the porn we all share together. It warms my heart like nothing else.

I've written you all a lil something because I love you all so, so much

Love, Saz 💕

@cake-writes I begrudgingly recognise that you are a pal, even if you bully me relentlessly. My only issue is that you live so far away in upside down land so I can't see your eccentric gay ass in person. You have been an amazing friend to me over the past year and helped me through some really dark times. Talking with you makes my day and any time we don't talk for whatever reason, I'm always by my phone like "I miss Bri." I love you so much and I hope you feel it all the way in Oz.

@the-lady-amphitrite Amphi, you know how much I adore you. I can't go a single day without speaking to you and I wouldn't ever want to. I don't know what I did to deserve you as a friend, but I am giving thanks to the universe that our paths crossed. You are unhinged, but in the best way that I would never want to change. You listen to me be a whore 99.9% of the time (and also in the other 0.1% where I'm ranting/crying/exploding over something completely unrelated), and I get to be one of the first people to hear what goes on in that whorish brain of yours. You are a joy to know and I wouldn't choose anyone else to be an unhinged whore with.

@muertawrites My OG Tumblr pal. The one and only first friend. I would be lost without you always in my corner and always encouraging me to be the best whore I can be. You're always ready to drop everything to listen to me vent about my Latest Problem and I don't tell you enough how much I appreciate it. You are so strong and so amazing and damn if I'm not lucky to have someone like you on the other end of a DM while we go through the horrors of figuring out our 20s. I love you so much!

@muddyorbsblr One of my New Friend Recruits that I'm endlessly grateful for. Talking with you is like being wrapped in a warm blanket while drinking hot chocolate. You're absolutely an enabler but I wouldn't have it any other way! You're so encouraging with my porn even though it's killed you multiple times and I appreciate your dedication to the cause. You never fail to provide the filth and I thank you for that. You're hilarious and fantastic and talented and I'm so glad I get to call you my friend!

@cheekyscamp AYOOO my fellow rear enthusiast! You are also completely unhinged daily in my DMs but I actively encourage this! And the talent you possess?! Outstanding! You have a freaking heart of gold and Lord am I glad you decided you wanted to interact with my dumb ass! I love whoring out with you even if I do lose a little bit of my sanity each time. I can't wait to see what this friendship brings!

@springdandelixn My Beans! You are just all round amazing and talented and fierce and I love you so, so much. You've listened to all my silly vents without complaint and been the voice of reason every single time that's saved me from spiralling and making a mountain out of a molehole. I don't know what I would do without you! You're always ready to throw hands on my account and I want to send you the biggest, tightest hug for being on my side. Keep on moosin'!

@joyful-enchantress Steph, my love! You've been with me since almost day one of my Loki days and I'm so glad of it! I don't think you have a bad bone in your body, and I am so infinitely grateful for all the support you've given me (including photos of London when I've been feeling down)! I always love talking with you and hearing the filthy ideas that come out of your head, and I'm so thankful that you decided to start writing and let us see how talented you are! You're a wonderful person inside and out!

@mochie85 Mochie, you are a delight! Honestly, I couldn't find one bad thing to say about you if someone paid me to. You are endlessly supportive and uplifting and beautiful and so damn talented! How did I get so lucky to have so many talented friends? You're someone I look up to and try to be like - effortlessly kind and just an all round good egg. I love you so much, my dear!!

@give-me-a-moose Cas, I love you so much. You might not know it, but HoC got me out of such a bad writing slump last year, so I credit you with the filth that followed! You have been so supportive both with my writing and with other shit that's been going on and I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me! I know I keep parroting this, but you're amazing and I'm so lucky to have you as a friend. You can make me laugh so easily and reading about your work escapades always puts me in a good mood (praying that you find your museum dad soon)!

@lokisgoodgirl I know we only talk sporadically and briefly (and even then it hasn't been without some bumps), but it's plain as day that you have a good heart (and an equally filthy mind that we're all thankful for). You're the reason I've met so many wonderful people on here and I'm so thankful for it. I can only hope that there are no more bumps along the way because you're the type of person that everyone needs in their life. (Though I'm still going to beat you at that dance off).

@fictive-sl0th Camille, you are without a doubt one of the kindest souls I have ever met. You are a human rainbow! Anytime I see you in my notifications my mood increases by 110% because I know it's going to be something that will make me smile (something you have never yet failed to do)! I want to bottle you up and keep you with me all the time! You're wonderful and talented and a little ray of light in so many people's lives!

@simplyholl You've been in my notifications from almost day one of the Loki shenanigans so I've considered you a friend for a very long time! I don't know how someone can be equal parts incredibly sweet and a complete whore but you manage to do it perfectly! You've also supported me through so much shit and I can't thank you enough for it. I'm sending you a massive hug (I'd send you Loki if I could) for everything you've done for me over the past ? years. You are a wonderful human being!

@maple-seed Maple, you are also completely unhinged and I adore it. You make me laugh so much and when your name pops up in the server my first thought is "oh yeah this gonna be good!" You're another New Friend Recruit that I'm glad to have in the ranks! You deserve all the good things (because you are a good thing) and I love you so much!

@loopsisloops I freaking adore you, Loops! You keep me feeling young and hip, but also prevent the whore in me from dying with all the thirst traps and photos you never run out of! You're a sweetheart with a heart of gold and I hope everyone in your life knows how amazing you are. (If they treat you than anything less than amazing I will fight them)!

@kinky-faerie I am so glad you have managed to find your way into my corner of this hellsite. You are full of filth and I wouldn't have it any other way! I love nothing more than checking this app first thing in the morning and seeing your name in my inbox because I know it's going to set the horny mood for the rest of the day! You are my favourite kinky lil fairy!

@lokiprompts You are so strong and amazing I can't put it into proper words. You never fail to be positive and supportive and every compliment you've given me has made me grin like a complete idiot. I hope you get all the love you deserve and all the love you put out into the universe because you deserve it tenfold!

@coldnique Girl, you are just all kinds of lovely! You have such a kind heart and I couldn't find one bad thing to say about you. You're always popping up with your hilarious comments when I need a little bit of a mood booster and my day instantly improves! I'm so freaking grateful that you're one of my Regulars now and just know that I adore you!!

@holymultiplefandomsbatman my fellow sub!Loki enthusiast! You are a delight to know and an amazing friend to have. Your mind is wonderful as are you as a person! You are so incredibly smart and capable and I wish you knew that! I'll tell you every single day if I have to. There's nothing you can't do and I fully believe you are going to shake the world! How you manage to find time to write such amazing filth while also being a bad bitch getting your degree is beyond me and I bow to you! You are going to do amazing things, I have no doubt! I love you so incredibly much and I can't wait to see what amazing filth that brain of yours comes up with next!

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teabights · 2 years

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River Like You

Sunmary: best friend to lover trope. You and joe grew close during your time on stranger things. You have a mini melt down after an interview and Joe comes to your rescue

Warning: Joke about suicide

You slump down in your spot on the couch as you wait for your castmates. If you have to answer one more question about getting to kiss Joseph Quinn, your head is going to explode. He is a fantastic kisser, you’ll give him that. Despite kissing him, Joe Keery is where your heart stayed loyal. Joe was always around when you two were filming. He’d run lines with you, go on mid-day coffee runs for you. You got to pet his dog when he’d bring it. He also checked on you every day, making sure you were feeling good. He was the best person. Your brain fought you on the fact that he was being so nice, maybe he was nice to everyone.

“Hey, Y/N,” Joseph says as he sits himself down next to you. You straighten yourself up.

“Hey Joseph. Are you getting a lot of questions about kissing me?” You ask.

“Oh my God, all the time.” He just chuckles. “I don’t know how many times I have to go over the fact that you are a great kisser.”

“If they even try to make romance rumors I will shut it down so quickly.” You remark.

“If Joe could get his head out of his ass and…” Joseph stops when he notices the other man.

“And do what?” Joe sits himself down on the other side of Joseph.

“Do you mind trading me? I get nervous, the arm of the couch is like a crutch for me.” Joseph says.

You give him a small death glare and watch the men switch spots. “Joseph was talking about he knew you were going to steal the end of the couch.”

“Oh, well, when you two are planted in the middle, it seemed like the obvious choice.” Joe says with a small laugh.

“So sorry, traffic was fucking crazy.” Maya says as she rushes over to sit on the other side of you.

The way you four were sitting seemed so off. Maya and Joe always played off of each other, and Joseph’s and your characters are in a relationship.

“Wait…” You say, your brain is now too focused on the seating. You get up.

You watch Joseph scoot to Joe and you sit on the end now between the arm of the chair and Joseph.

Joe glances over at you. “Does this make the most sense dynamically?” His tone was soft and even, just honestly trying to help.

“Yes… Sorry…” You mumble, embarrassed by the action.

“You’re o-.” Joe starts but the interviewer sits down.

After the interview and the millionth “How is it getting to kiss everyone’s favorite man?” question this circuit, you four got released from the set.

“Hey, Y/N, are you doing okay? You looked like you wanted to blow your brains out.” Joe asks.

“Oh my God, I hate answering about Joseph. Like we have one kiss, sure it was pretty hot, but that’s it. I wish I could put that as part of the questions I won’t answer…” You just let loose. “Like, what about my scenes with Finn and Gaten, or like when I actually get to show off my true talent, but noooo I am just a girl, whose only talent was kissing one man.”

“Jesus, have you told anyone about this?” Joe asks.

“Obviously not Joe. Now, excuse me, I have to drive to my hotel and I would like to take a nice bubble bath and drown myself.” Your tone is only slightly playful during that last part because you feel like you have to be.

“Well, instead of that, you could come out tonight… Maya has a little gig at 8, I told her I’d go. I think you would have fun.” Joe says. “Joseph has to set off to London tomorrow so he’s not going.”

“Maybe…” You say to him.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. She might let me do a song.” He says, like it was a selling point for you.

“Which song?” You ask like it actually mattered, you were still probably not going to go.

“Chat…” He watches your face scrunch up. “Rii…” Your face scrunches again. “Gloom.” His final answer actually made you a little excited, he’s only done it live one other time.

“Huh, still maybe.” You say.

You walk off from him, walking outside and to the rental you have. You get in your rental. You drive back to the hotel. You hand the key off to the valet and walk in the building. You walk the one flight of stairs to the second floor to get to your room. You open the room and check your phone: one text from Joe, two from Joseph, and one from your mother.

Mom: Dear good luck on your interview. Miss you bunches. Come visit as soon as you can.

That is the usual text to you these days.

Joe: Hey, listen, I really hope you come tonight. If you need someone to keep you company tonight, let me know, I’ll be there. Wait… I mean like if you just need someone to hang out with.

You laugh a little, he is truly a fucking idiot.

Joseph: Go with Joe to Maya’s thing. He obviously is trying to make a move.

Joseph: Joe texted me worried that you were going to actually drown in the bath - please let him know you were kidding.

You roll your eyes a little bit at the text. You shoot back your texts before setting your phone back down. You walk into the bathroom, plugging up the tub and starting the semi-hot bathwater. You walk back to grab your phone as you see a text from Joe had come in.

Joe: Hey, I am glad you were kidding about the bath. But seriously, I am here if you need to talk about life or anything. I am really glad we got as close as we did. I like being around you. Please come to Maya’s show, it’ll mean the world to her. I’d like to see you.

What a whirlwind of emotions that fill you up. You put your phone down on the counter, pulling up your hair into a high bun. You grab your phone and start the reply, telling him to grab you at 7:30 and bring street tacos. You start to click through your podcast that you frequent while laying in hot water. You see Joe’s message comes in.

Joe: 7:30 - gotcha. :) 2 Carne Asada with extra rice on flour?

You can’t help the smile as you text him a quick ‘yes please.’ You play Last Podcast on the Left and put on the Jonestown episode. You turn off the water and completely get naked. You slide into the bathtub, it is a big warm hug. You love it. It was only 4pm, so you know you had time to enjoy the bath, and find something cute to wear to Maya's show. Around 6pm you hear a knock on your door. It makes your heart race. You get out of the bath, drying off quickly then wrapping yourself in the robe that the room had. You walk to the room and look through the peephole. Joe? It was only 6pm… You unlock the door and open it.

“You are a whole hour and half early, dude.” You say.

“I know, but I got hungry and I wanted to eat with you. So I brought dinner a little early.” Joe says.

“Uh, come in. I am going to uh, get ready then I’ll join you. There is a nice little table out on the balcony.” You motion to the other side of the room.

“Yeah, shit I am sorry. I should have checked.” Joe says as he walks in, starting to the other half of the room.

“It’s okay. I like eating with other people a lot more than eating by myself.” You say.

Joe walks over to open the door of the balcony and put the food and drinks down on the table. “I’ll stay out here… just join me when you are ready.”

“You don’t have to. I can change in the bathroom, it’s no big deal.” You tell him.

“Okay…” His word is almost breathless.

You walk around to the drawer you put most of your clothes in. You grab underwear and jeans. You dig around for a moment.

“Fuck.” You mutter.

“What’s up?” Joe says looking up from his phone from the chair by the bed, which you’ve shown so much love while in this room. It has a great view of the outside and you could shift a little and watch TV.

“I thought…” What a girl thing. “I thought I packed the matching bra with these underwear. It would have been good tonight.”

“Can you just…” Joe starts.

“Joseph David Keery, if you think I can wear mismatched undergarments after freaking out about the way we sat today at our interview, then you are clearly not as intelligent as you come off as.” You cut him off with.

“I am sure it is just misplaced. Maybe it’s still in your suitcase.” He says.

You just nod your head, giving the drawer one more look through and then check your suitcase. He must be a witch you pull it out and hold it up.

“Keery, are you a witch?” You ask rhetorically.

“No, just logical.” He comments, glancing at the brassiere before looking at his phone again.

You go to grab the top you wanted, which was a checkered see through top. You also grab socks for your docs. You move to the bathroom. You unplug the tub and pause the podcast. You derobe and start to get dressed. You don’t dare put on your socks. You grab your phone and make sure that you look okay. Your makeup hadn’t moved. Thank the Lord. You walk out and toss your socks next to the pair of Doc Martin’s on the floor.

“Let’s eat.” You say.

“Alr-... you look good.” Joe comments.

“Oh Joey, shush.” You mutter as you move to sit on a chair on the balcony.

He sits across from you. You two start to eat the food. It is so good.

"God, this is the best…" You mutter.

"Glad you liked it, I wasn't sure. It was a new one for me, so I didn't think that they would do your tacos right." He admits.

"It was perfect Joey." You offer him a small smile. You glance at your phone. 6:45. You still have an hour and 15 minutes.

"You were joking about… drowning yourself right? Like obviously you didn't, but…" His words trails off.

"Joe, listen, I am over dramatic and a bit OCD. I don't want to die." You feel like he needed to hear those words specifically.

"Okay, that's good to know." He offers you a warm smile. "I am here for you."

"I know Joey, you've been here for me since you laid eyes on me the first day of set, which I am forever grateful for." You flash him a little smile.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" Joe asks.

"Uh, sure, let me get shoes on." You say as you head back inside.

You walk to where you ditched your socks. You slide your socks on then your shoes. Joe places the trash can down where he got it from, you can only assume he cleaned up. You get up from the floor. You grab your bag and look over at him. He walks over to you with a smile. You walk to the door and open it for him. He mumbles a small thank you as he walks out and you are quick to follow him out. He starts to head in the direction of the elevator.

"Where are you going?" You ask, after you realize he was going to get on the elevator and you are headed to the stairs.

"To the elevator… are you going to the stairs?" He asks, looking at you.

"Y-yes." Another moment where you feel embarrassed.

"Are you scared of elevators?" He asks so casually.

"I never get a room above the third floor and if I do, I will ask for a room change." You admit to him. He just walks over to you.

"Fine, no elevator." He grabs your wrist and drags you to the stairs.

You can't help the laugh as you walk with him. His hand moves tentatively from your wrist to properly holding your hand. You tangle your fingers with his. You two descend down the stairs to the front lobby. Joe grips your hand a bit tighter as you two go outside. He pulls you close as you two start walking in a random direction.

"So, what do you have lined up?" He asks.

"Oh, I got to meet… shit uh… Mariama Diallo at a coffee shop, I boasted about how much I love her work. She said she was working on something new and offered me a part." You say with a smile. "It's still horror related. I think Misha Green announced a possible season two of Lovecraft Country being written, I would like to audition for that."

"Keeping it in the horror family?" He asks.

"Like you didn't do a whole movie about a wannabe social influencer who decided to kill people." You remark.

"True, fine. There is nothing wrong with liking one genre of film the most." He shrugs his shoulders. "Finn does horror specifically. Producing his own horror movie."

"Joseph plays miserable little shit heads who doesn't know what comfort is." You state with a small laugh.

Joe laughs. "Yeah, poor guy. He needs to be in a romance movie where he gets the girl in the end."

"You though, you do everything. Comedy, horror, romance. It's impressive." You comment.

"Yeah, I like doing a little bit of everything." His hand squeezes yours.

"I just enjoy horror too much. I would do a rom-com or play an older sister in a teen flick." You shrug your shoulders.

"I'll write you and Joseph in a rom-com, so you both can be happy." He lets out a small chuckle.

"That would be great. I get to kiss Joseph all the time. Get asked about kissing him all the time." You roll your eyes, even though you at least would be comfortable with kissing your co-star.

"Yeah, but then you two could be fucking adorable all the time." Joe comments.

"Yeah? He's a great friend. I think the girl who ends up with him is going to be so happy." You say.

"Yeah." Joe goes quiet after this.

You look around for a moment. "Should we head to Maya's gig?"

"Oh yeah, probably." Joe says as he takes out his phone.

He drops your hand to quickly maneuver his way to the mapping app on his phone, to see how far you guys are from the venue. You pull out your phone, just to seem as busy for a moment, seeing a message had come in.

Maya: joe said you are coming tonight, so excited xoxo

You send a quick text back to Maya that you were excited also. You put your phone away. Joe was also putting his phone away. He takes your hand again, y’all fingers tangle together with no issues. Joe starts to lead you guys to the venus. You took in the sigh of the city.

“How come you are scared of elevators?” He asks.

“There were 17,000 deaths last year due to elevators.” You answer him.

“Damn, that’s fair enough.” He chuckles.

“They’re literally my nightmare.” You whisper.

After about 15 more minutes, you two arrive at the venue. You two are able to slip in the side. Maya had let you two in, hugging you guys tightly.

“I am going to get a drink, do you need anything?” Joe asks.

“Just a beer.” You say. Joe nods and walks off.

“Why were you two holding hands?” Maya asks. “Did he finally tell you?”

“Because we - wait, what?” You say.

“Shit, nothing…” Maya goes back.

“Maya…” You press.

“No, nope, no.” Maya says as she scurries off.

You just laugh and follow her. You help her get ready for the show in the green room. Joe comes in with two beers. He sets the beer down in front of you.

“Thanks Joey.” You say.

“No problem.” He says and leans against the counter, watching you do Maya’s makeup.

You pick up the beer, taking a sip. You finish the makeup. “Beautiful!”

“Thanks bestie.” Maya says with a chuckle.

You move next to Joe. His beer switches hands and his arm moves around you. You lean into his touch. You two sip your beer. Your eyes look at the clock. She goes on in like ten minutes.

“Do you want to stand in the crowd?” You ask Joe.

“Yeah sure.” Joe says.

“Okay, Maya good luck! Joe and I are going to stand in the crowd.” You say as you move off the counter.

“Okay, thank you guys for coming!” Maya says.

“You got this.” Joe says as he moves to Maya. He gives her a quick hug and a small kiss on the head.

You and Joe move to sneak from backstage to the crowd, standing near the back. There was a heavy female audience. After a few more minutes, Maya comes out on stage. The crowd sings along to her music. It made you and Joe smile. It was so cool to see her do something so cool.

“This is for my friends. I think they need a little help.” Maya says, her eyes land on you. She starts the song ‘River Like You.’ Joe looks at Maya with wide eyes. You listen to the words and feel your heart thump hard. Joe’s hand squeezes yours. You look over at him. He leans over to kiss you. You meet him halfway and kiss him back. His hand moves to cup your face. You can hear Maya singing. “YES!” Maya says after the song stops. Joe pulls from your lips with a small laugh.

“I like you a lot.” Joe says.

“God, I like you a lot too.” You say.

#joe keery #joe keery x reader #joe keery fan fiction #joe keery fanfiction #joe keery fan fic #joe keery fanfic

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