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apparentlybychance · 2 years

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Sold Out for Their Love Story: How I let go of my need for a Happily Ever After for Louis and Harry

(I need to give a bit of backstory before we jump into the ooey gooey sappy love story part. Please bear with me.)

In October 2021 I saw a picture of Harry Styles hand in hand with a woman I didn't recognize (like at all). He looked like he'd rather eat dirt than be near her. That was was the day I fell down the rabbit hole harder than when Harry fell on stage after fighting with the mic wire.

About me: I'm a PR and Social Media Marketing Director. Recognizing a carefully crafted marketing campaign is easy for me and that's exactly what this was. So I did some research because I wanted to prove myself right about it being a PR stunt. What I didn't realize was that I was about to discover one of the greatest love stories of our generation.

I'm Gen X and not Gen Z so I did my research about this awkward coupling on Google and not TikTok (shade not intended, I think). From there, the Larrie gods led me to YouTube and I found the Cosmic Leeds videos. (Side note: pour one out for their 2022 video when you think of them, because Jesus, Mary and Joseph, they have a job ahead of them!)

That led me to Twitter (don't judge - social media marketer here, remember?) and I was legit skerred. (Translation: skerred is southern for scared.) The Twarries are a rare and passionate breed, but it was all me, really. I honestly couldn't keep up! From there I found my way to Tumblr and settled into several months of quiet lurking. It wasn't until a bomb shell that I considered H-U-G-E in the fandom happened. I won't mention names, but a "big" TikTok-er was unlarrying.) *GASP*

I'm not ashamed to admit that my fetus Larrie heart was SHOOK. TO. ITS. CORE. I panicked. Were these two beautiful boys who I had been watching fall in goofy, sloppy, sappy love in hundreds of videos and interviews, possibly not together anymore? I couldn't even imagine such a travesty. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat. I had to do something.

I did the only thing I could think of. I took a deep breath and tentatively messaged a blogger here on Tumblr. I had followed her for months and trusted her for her level-headed responses. As I hit SEND on the message, I panicked. Would she ignore me completely? Or worse, just brush me off with a "get-a-life newbie", remark? Who was I but just a newborn Larrie? I was even newer than the pandemic Larries. Yikes! Imagine the shame I felt.

She responded almost immediately and she couldn't have been more welcoming and kind. She didn't treat me like a know-nothing newbie, but listened to my question with patience. She walked me through my first Larrie breakdown. (I've since learned that breaking down is a rite of passage in the fandom.) I now consider her a friend. Always in my heart @twopoppies. Yours sincerely, @Apparentlybychance.

<Insert one of may fav Harry and Louis pics to make sure you're still paying attention>:

Now onto the good stuff: the romance of it all.

(One more tidbit: I'm also a novelist. No, I don't write fan fiction. I leave that to the professionals, but my day job does allow me to indulge in my passion which is writing stories. This is where our sweet boys had me.)

Do I blame Louis and Harry for the fact that I've devoted more time to them than cleaning my house the last few months?

Yes. Yes I do. I mean just LOOK at how stinkin' adorable they are. My god.

As a fiction writer, I see a story in everything and everywhere. When I found Harry and Louis' story and watched with my own two eyes the genuine love they had for each other, I jumped in feet first and landed too hard. I saw the heart eyes and infatuation of the baby boyfriends and was hopelessly lost in their story.

Harry...sugar, wow. Just wow. You were a mess falling all over yourself to impress and attract your golden, bright as the sun, idol. And Louis sweetie, bless your little heart. You spent at least a full year trying to convince yourself this beautiful creature with the soft curls and the potent pheromones that you called "his smell" was real.

We get it. We really do. You both were (are) so smitten. And that feral need to touch each other every waking moment developed into a settled, hard fought, partnership between two committed lovers by 2015. It was breathtaking to watch.

What's not to love about their love story?

That's where I went off the rails. Maybe you see yourself in this, too? Let's discuss.

Story is ingrained in our very beings as humans. Our ancestors verbally told stories to pass down traditions and legends from one generation to the next. This wasn't only because they hadn't invented the alphabet yet, but because they knew that story was the best way to get to the heart of a person. To captivate them.

Harry and Louis' captivated me because it has all the elements of a good story:

No. 1: Captivating protagonists. Exhibit A, Your Honor: Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles. Have you ever seen more gorgeous, sweeter, more talented, more adorable protagonists? No, me neither.

No. 2: Vitriol inducing villain(s): Simon Cowell/Modest Management/Syco. Do I have to say anything else? Here we have our villain, ladies and gentlemen of the jury. The evil entity who want to keep the lovers apart, cancel their love, and crush their sweet spirits because of greed and the strong possibility that Simon isn't getting any in his own life. (Bless.)

No. 3: Magic and glamour: This is the part where story reigns supreme. (Genuinely sorry if that word was triggering.) Here we have two members of a global popstar boy band that had a meteoric rise to fame. They are rich, gorgeous, uber talented and travel to places they can't even pronounce. Not to mention, they look amazing in every article of clothing that has the privilege to grace their bodies. Will they be able to defeat the villain and finally express their love for the whole world to see? Their story is swoon-worthy. No exaggeration.

With all the makings of a good story, we are mesmerized by our star-crossed lovers, raise our swords and vow to see them through to the end. Standing behind us, they will be rescued from the nasty villain and finally be free to ride off into the sunset together to make beautiful music and raise curly-haired, ocean-blue eyed, chubby babies together. And then the famous last words cross the final page of the book: And they lived happily ever after.

Let's all just bask in that moment for a second. Our boys are free to be whoever they want to be. TOGETHER. Isn't that the pinnacle? The climax?

Am I the only one who didn't find themselves right here in this story? I definitely did when I joined the fandom. I assumed that Harry and Louis' total goal was to free from their shackles and ride off into the sunset. Surely, it was imminent. Right?

A year later, I understood why I that was immature of me. I realized that this is no fairy tale and Louis and Harry are real people. They have ambitions and goals and passions and talent and yes, immense, mature love for their partner of over 12 years.

They've been generous to share their love with us and give us signs about when they were happy and signs when they were in distress and needed support. They are still so grateful for our love and support. But I think I have to realize that they aren't ready to ride off into the sunset with their little cherubs just yet. They still have stuff to do. Goals to achieve. Talent to use. And they've chosen to pursue it the ways we are watching. With (nausea inducing) stunts that help them create a story that sells to a wider audience. It's hard for me to watch them make decisions in their lives and careers that I don't agree with or even condone. But, hey, my teenagers do it all the time so why am I surprised?

What I personally need to do for my sanity as a forever Larrie is to learn to trust them. I need to learn to let them tell their own story in the way they want. And if they don't like how their new teams are trying to get them to sell themselves, I have to believe they are strong enough together to do what they need to do to change it - though it may take time. And I need to stop looking for the Happily Ever After just around the corner. I'm really working on this part because if I was writing this damn story, they would have lit a match, set fire to the industry and watched it burn a long time ago. But I digress...

These are some things I'm doing now to release my need for the Happily Ever After and still make me feel like I'm supporting them:

I'm taking their contagious affection, care, attentiveness, hot af sex life, and sappy love declarations and bringing that same energy to my personal relationship. So far, I'm getting a good response. (wink, wink)

Despite facing incredible industry adversity, Harry and Louis are both driven to create art that is as authentic to themselves as possible while realizing that they also have to create something that other people want to buy. I've started applying that philosophy to my own art (my writing) and am releasing the fear of not being good enough. It's made for some interesting stories!

I've reached out to a local organization in my area that supports LGBTQI+ teenagers to support them in a volunteer capacity. I'm not queer myself, but I'm a good listener and I have some skills I can share to help the organization tell their story and build support. Maybe I can't take on a multi-billion dollar industry like the f-ing music industry, but by putting my time into supporting queer teens in my area, I can do something in the name of closeted queer artists all over the world.

I think it goes without saying that I'm also still on Tumblr reading all the posts from all my favorite bloggers enjoying "everything Louis and Harry" both together and individually. Maybe someday I'll get that Happily Ever After. ❤

#harry and louis #story #long term committed relationship #harry loves louis #louis loves harry

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larrysballetslippers · 8 months

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10 fics, 10 lines, 10 tags

I was tagged by @onlythebravest @loveislarryislove @justanothershadeofblue to:

Open 10 of your fics (any fic will do), go to somewhere in the middle and grab a line. Tag 10 people.

I must say, this was a lot of fun hehehehehe. Enjoy <3

Call Me An Amenity

She felt exposed, the gaze of Louis still burning her after months. Harry followed Louis down to the ground. “How do puppies sit, Harry?”

Lost In This Craze For You

“It feels so good against my lips.” Louis licked the fabric, it tasted weird but all he could smell was that strong smell of his boyfriend. “I can’t feel you completely, just like a sample of the real touch.”

Just The Two Of Us

“Good boy. See Lou, you can’t just leave your baby like that.” Andrew zoomed out and slowly showed Louis Harry’s entire body. “Poor Hazza, do you want my dick while you wait for daddy’s?”

Can I Watch?

“Look at your daddy.” Andrew reached for Harry’s face and titled it so he could see Louis. “Do you see how hard he is? All because you’re being such a good boy.”

I Wish U Were Inside Me

“I’m not tired, daddy,” Harry whined. He just wanted to feel Louis all around him, it was the best feeling in the world. If he could just take more and more, it would be even better.

The Concept Of Controlled Love

“Okay, but do you love it? If you loved it, you wouldn’t look so annoyed staring at it.” Louis raised one of his eyebrows and made his voice lower. He didn’t know Andrew for long but knew that those photos did not represent him.

When I Say Give Me (I mean the world)

“H, I mean it. I don't want to hurt you anymore. I want us to be a normal couple, have cute dates and kiss each other goodnight.” Louis struggled to get Harry off without touching her too much. Harry used it to her advantage and held on tight with her thighs squeezing Louis’.

Caught In Between Love

“Hi love.” Andrew was as lively as usual, Harry liked the energetic side of him so much. He really was like a ball of sunshine. “Ready to fuck?” Also direct, as usual.

The Air From My Lungs

“Let’s pretend you're back in 11th grade and I’m your crush. You can fuck me while people watch you, laugh at you, but not really. It’s just you and me, and the echoing shower. What do you think?” Louis explained with a gentle smile. Harry understood what he was saying, but he couldn’t really comprehend what was going on.

If You Forget Me

“What’s wrong, baby? You love riding me; it’s a reward.” Harry stayed silent; how could he tell Louis he came? He covered his dick with his hand and shook his head. Louis looked down and noticed the wet spots on the flooring. “Sweetie, did you just come from giving a blowjob?”

@hellolovers13 @1loulu5 @kingsofeverything @homosociallyyours @aotvfilm @beardyboyzx @red-pandaaa @larry-hiatus @lunarheslwt @enchantedlandcoffee

#tag games #heheheheh

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i-have-no-idea-for-name · 11 months

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So.... Finally I can show you a full drawing of my baby and her headcanons

The headcanons:

- first name- Starlight (Star in short), midle name- Evangeline, last name- depends on the au she's in (and wich parent has better last name XD)

- she's so cute that it's hard to refuse such a sweetie

- She's so chaotic

- has Asperger's syndrome (like me)

- her cheek stars can light and under the influence of emotions, all her light changes colors: normal- yellow, happy- brighter yellow and stronger light, angry- red, sad- blue, love (but not only romantic love)- pink, sleepy- purple, disgusted/sick/about to vomit- green, bored- gray, scared- white, and sometimes when she's using her powers every part of her body that lights and her eyes are all black

- her nose is pink (raspberry shade), not red like her dad's

- she's the princess of love and in au where Shrig isn't royalty, she's Malcolm's chosen successor (she dosen't like it)

- don't be fooled by appearances, but this child is capable of killing anyone who tries to harm her family

- she calls Shrig "mom" because yes and because he literally gave birth to her (don't ask how)

- no matter what style I draw her, she will always have the same eyes as Shrig and the same hair structure as Larry

- when it comes to her powers, she inherited them from both of her parents, but most often she uses those from her father's side, i.e. she controls the oil and makes portals through which she moves to other dimensions, most often to meet her siblings (she is very caring towards the younger ones like Valentine or Michael)

- her favorite hobby is burning bridges.... (nice)

- mommy's girl :3

- she's afraid to ever get her ears pierced (just like me hehe...)

- Warren and my OC are her godparents

- hates when someone smokes and I'll explain why when I do a post about her relationships with her family and friends because it's related to Warren >:3

And here' a drawing of her with her mommy that I didn't finished because of my lazyness

Okay I think that's all oh wow that's a lot hehe

I'm waiting for @wackysach reaction XD

#dhmis fanchild #dhmis #dhmis lampnold #lampnold #warren the eagle #shrignold the butterfly #larry the lamp #dhmis shrignold #dhmis lamp #dhmis starlight

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eddiecabotsmile · 2 years

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dumbification with the dogs

warnings: 18+ only please, dirty talking, smut obviously 😏, fingering, choking, dumbification, name calling, larry is a soft dom and vic is a hard dom, slight face fucking?

pink

“are you that dumb you can’t even form a sentence, huh?”

you can’t answer because of how borderline overstimulated you are

pink continues his assault on your weeping hole, middle and ring fingers bringing you closer to your third orgasm

“doesn’t matter, i want you to hear how wet you are right now… hear how i make you?”

you managed a nod and a strangled moan much to his liking “can’t even form a full sentence that’s how dumb you are”

“cum, stupid slut. i can hear how bad your slutty pussy wants it. do it, now”

“up. now. i want you to clean your mess off of my fingers, dirty slut”

while you suck his fingers, this other hand is gently stroking your hair, for being so compliant

orange

“my dumb little baby with my cock down her throat”

freddy’s hands are pretty much weaved into your hair, forcing your face up and down on his length

“that’s my good cockslut, there, just like that”

once he starts he can’t stop, there’s little self control when you get your mouth on him

“god you must love sucking me off. is that it, baby? all you wanna do is have my cock in your throat”

he starts thrusting up into your face now, assaulting your now sore jaw, with his tip hitting the back of your throat

“you can’t do anything but suck dick, s’all you’re good for sweetie” he’s close by the way his dick starts to twitch on your tongue

freddy’s load spills down your throat and some on your chin — “don’t waste a fucking drop”

blonde

HE WILL DUMB YOU TO FILTHY NOTHINGNESS

“you would do anything for me wouldn’t you? would stop breathing just because you loved my cock so much, huh”

takes you to the brink of climax just to tease you some more

vic snaps his hips against yours, bringing your attention to him again, he smiles evily

“tell me baby, say it, who’s a good whore” he insists with that sexually crazed look on his face

but it’s never enough, he needs more “WHO’s good whore are you baby? i know you know”

in the end he tells you “shh don’t think

king shit

white

larry likes it the least but twists it to be in his own soft dom way ;)

“who’s a pretty girl?” larry cooes, but you both know it’s condescending

he'd eat you out all day and call you sweet names if it weren’t for you asking for him to be mean

“fucking pillow princess aren’t you? get up and use your mouth for good. cmon princess, suck daddy’s dick nice and good”

he gets so into using you to get off, its sick

“let daddy use that pretty mouth of yours? ah, fuck, yes you are. cause that’s a good slut

you’ll let him know you like

“god, you’re a dirty girl. you know that?”

brown

not necessarily dumbification but more drunk in love

hes just so in the moment he cant help it, looking down at your sweaty body under him, praising him for fucking you so good

“fucking christ babe, its like you were made to be fucked by me”

you like that a lot, and he likes it even more

every time you clench around his dick it makes him even hornier and dirtier

“i bet that’s all you want to do, take this dick and nothing else. don’t even need water”

you shake your head in agreement, it’s not like he won’t spoil you with all you want

including dick

#reservoir dogs headcanons #mr blonde headcanon #vic vega headcanon #mr orange heacanon #freddy newandyke headcanon #mr pink headcanon #mr white headcanon #larry dimmick headcanon #mr brown headcanon

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astral-express-family · 9 months

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Self-Insert Info! (Will be updated occasionally probably)

Overarching Info!

Pure of heart, dumb of ass. Would give all organs & limbs for any f/os. All have fucked up genders and daddy issues. All are sapphic, genderqueer/demigender in some way, and on the aro & ace spectrums. Usually have a twin and an older sibling. Has a pet frog named Noah - sometimes sentient, sometimes not.

Five Nights at Freddy's

Name: Meg Roseman

Pronouns: she/it

Nicknames (From Others): Meggie/Love/Sweetheart/Flower blossom (from Phone Gal)

Nicknames (For Others): Sunshine (for Phone Gal)

Extra Info: We're happily married, and have been for several years at this point. Our anniversary is 9/2.

Detectives United/Other related media

Name: Celine Aers/Brown

Pronouns: she/he/it

Nicknames (From Others): Kiddo (from Dorian), Favorite Niece (from Uncle Mortimer), Spirit (from Uncle James), Little Angel (from Uncle Dorian), Sport (from Aunt Amber), Kitty (from Aunt Shade)

Nicknames (For Others): Uncle Morti/Uncle Roses (for Uncle Mortimer), Uncle Ghost (for Uncle James), Aunt Photo/Aunt Memory (for Aunt Anna), Uncle da Vinci (for Uncle Dorian), Aunt Agent (for Aunt Amber), Aunt Vulpine/Aunt Girlboss (for Aunt Shade)

Extra Info: Definitely the most Mary-Sue-esc of my S/Is. She's a forest spirit with a few cat-like traits (claws & a tail) and behaviors (stretches like one & lays in the sun). I was already an older teen when I met Dorian, so I only sometimes call him Dad. He's still my dad and I still love him like one. My anniversary with Yasmina and Althena is 2/15.

Dark Parables

Name: Cel Daffodil Branch

Pronouns: it/she/they

Nicknames (From Others): Cookie (from Kai)

Nicknames: (For Others): TBA

Extra Info: A childhood friend of Kai and Gerda. After the Snow Queen incident, it ran away from home. She was found and taken in by the Red Riding Hoods Sisters. She was there during the Mist Wolves incident. They sometimes exchange letters with Kai, and followed him to Floralia when he followed Gerda.

GreedFall

Name: Leslie de Sardet

Pronouns: she/ze

Nicknames (From Others): Dear Cousin (from Constantin), Mundeinhanem (from Síora), Your Highness (from Vasco), Green Blood (from Kurt), my child (from Petrus)

Nicknames (For Others): Darling Cousin (for Constantin), Mundeinhanem (for Síora), Sailor (for Vasco), Captain (for Kurt), Aphs (for Aphra)

Extra Info: I project onto the GF player character. Síora and I are disgustingly in love, and our anniversary is 3/19.

The Legend of Vox Machina

Name: Xerneas Fate

Pronouns: she/they/fae

Nicknames (From Others): Love/Sugar (from Cassandra)

Nicknames (For Others): Cassie/Darling (for Cassandra), Percy/Gunsling King (for Percival)

Extra Info: Half-elf. Was second-in-command of the Whitestone Rebellion and pined (not-so-)subtly for Cassie for like 90% of it. Our anniversary is 3/15.

Wizard101

Name: Victoria Moonhunter

Pronouns: She/they/ze

Nicknames (From Others): Frosty/Sweetie/Sweetest (from Mellori)

Nicknames (For Others): Petal/Baby/Mel (for Mellori), Dad (for Arthur), Ben/Fireball (for Bentley)

Extra Info: Technically two S/Is combined. Ice wizard who dual-schools in storm. Friends with the rest of the Carpe Diem Society, I just am too lazy to add the nicknames at stuff rn.

Fortnite (Save the World)

Name: Rosebud Debonaire

Pronouns: She/they

Nicknames (From Others): Love/Rosie (from Clip), Flower (from Dennis)

Nicknames (For Others): Dear/Cas (for Clip), Denny (for Dennis)

Extra Info: An Outlander-class hero. One of the only people who can call Clip 'Cas' or any variant thereof.

Ace Attorney

Name: Meg Roseman

Pronouns: she/he

Nicknames (From Others): Girlie (from Larry)

Nicknames (For Others): My Man (for Larry)

Extra Info: Not very developed. Larry's just my best friend it is what it is.

Genshin Impact

Name: Aslia Rosebloom

Pronouns: she/ro

Nicknames (From Others): Azzy/Cool Big Sister (from Bennett), Snowflake (from Kaeya), Icicle (from Diluc), My Icy Friend (from Venti), My Dandelion/Sweetheart (from Amber), Guiding Star/Darling (from Lumine), Sweetie/Firefly/Little Light (from Lynette), Lovely Ice (from Lyney)

Nicknames (For Others): Floaty Pal (for Paimon), Benny/Lil' Buddy (for Bennett), Snowdrift (for Kaeya), 'Luc/Inferno (for Diluc), Feather Boy/Vens (for Venti), My Bunny (for Amber), Lulu/Lumi/My Crystal (for Lumine), Lost Boy Returned/Returned (for Aether), Nettie (for Lynette), 'Ney (for Lyney), Remi (for Freminet)

Extra Info: Catalyst user with a Cryo vision. Resident of the city of Mondstat. 1000% a member of Benny's Adventure Team. Lumine and I's anniversary is 5/16, and I will add Amber+Eula and I's is 7/2. Lynette and I's is 8/17.

Honkai: Star Rail

Name: Miya "Debonaire" Starshine

Pronouns: They/it/he/she

Nicknames (From Others): Little Bird (from Welt), Birdie (from Himeko)

Nicknames (For Others): Danny (for Dan Heng), Mar (for March 7th), Dad (for Welt), Astie (for Asta), Kiddo (for Misha)

Extra Info: Part of the Astral Express Crew. Met Arlan and Misha and promptly claimed both of them as their brothers within the day. Was perfectly content with being single until it realized "oh dang i love Asta". The only one of the Astral Express Kids (itself, Dan Heng, March 7th, Stelle, and Caelus) to call Welt "Dad".

Monster Rancher

Name: Ivy Flower

Pronouns: She/it/he/they

Nicknames (From Others): Babe (from Holly)

Nicknames: For Others): Flower Petal (for Holly)

Extra Info: Also not very developed. I just really love Holly, y'know? Our anniversary is July 23rd.

The Amazing Digital Circus

Name: Tundra

Pronouns: she/per/it

Nicknames (From Others): Baby (from Gangle)

Nicknames (For Others): Dear (for Gangle), Rab-b&@*% (for Jax)

Extra Info: Going to fight Jax on Gangle's behalf.

Monster Prom

Name: Skelly Taun

Pronouns: It/she/fae

Nicknames (From Others): Angel (from Amira), Bestie (from Vicky)

Nicknames (For Others): TBA

Extra Info: Has an incredibly misleading name - it's a siren and not a skeleton. Amira and I's anniversary is Nov. 19.

Doctor Who

Name: Joey Feather

Pronouns: they/she/bake

Nicknames (From Others): TBA

Nicknames (For Others): TBA

Extra Info: Rory's childhood friend. Wasn't super fond of Amy at first, but eventually came around. Lost touch, but eventually reconnected and fell in love. A healthy dose of one-sided pining on Joey's part. Cares more about their bakery job than about whatever world-ending catastrophe is happening this time. Rory & I's anniversary is 12/16.

Hi-Fi RUSH

Name: Cocoa

Pronouns: fae/hir/her

Nicknames (From Others): Sweetie (from Peppermint

Nicknames (For Others): 'Mint (for Peppermint)

Extra Info: Has an Armstrong tech prosthetic eye. Faer vision's been subpar most of faer life, so fae got an Armstrong eye to better it. Still wears glasses anyways. Has scarring on her neck, usually hides it with a scarf.

Kin list jumpscare!

(Most of these affect my selfshipping but some do not)

- Willow (Don't Starve) (she/he)

- Joey (Fortnite: Battle Royale) (they/she)

- Joey's my main kin but more will be added with time

#self-ship community #self-inserts #self-insert info #familial f/o #romantic f/o #platonic f/o #💛❤️💜 brought together by fate 💜❤️💛

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submission4 · 2 years

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Sound advice

“Next time, sweetie,” chuckled tough female burglar Angie Felix in the ear of the tightly bound, gagged, blindfolded and sobbing Sonia, “just call the cops, don’t try a rescue attempt! I think your fella would agree, wouldn’t you, honey?” She looked over at the similarly tied male form of householder Larry, head bowed in shame, also gagged and sporting a black eye. “Ooh, that’s quite a shiner, baby!” Angie laughed. “Sorry about that. But you and your girlfriend will soon be able to compare bruises. Could be fun!” Larry just groaned through his gag, feeling doubly humiliated at Sonia’s distraught state. “Must go and finish emptying your apartment after this chick so rudely interrupted me. Tatty-bye!” Angie told him cheerily. And the confident burglar then strode out of the room, leaving the couple to their bound anguish.

My interpretation of the story behind this powerful image by Tied Up At The Moment on Deviant Art

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jonathans-boyfriend · 2 years

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ST4 Vol2 Ep9

- yuri, i hate you

- joyce and hopper <333

- lasagna and breadsticks. hopper its okay hun

- JOYCE AND HOPPER ARE CUTE TOGETHERRR

- please kiss omg pleaseeee

- THEY KISSED ! OMG THEY KISSEDDD

- LEADER NANCY IS HOT

- nancy wheeler i love you so fucking much

- dustin, sweetie, do not get hurt or i will throw H A N D S

- steve, that was so hot

- ROBNANCE OR NOBIN IDK I LOVE THEM

- steve, stop making moves in jonathan’s girlfriend

- ediie and dustin are heroes !

- MAKE VECNA PAY !

- the new monster hunting trio is so sexy tho. nancy leading.

- the zoom in on nancy? consider me peaked

- jonathan is stressed. means im stressed.

- hi eleven, my beloved.

- argyle, you beautiful dumbass

- eleven is going to piggyback in max’s mind

- argyle has an idea:D

- max !!!

- the faint running up that hill. im so terrified.

- hi lucas, my loveeee

- ERICA, please GO HOME! i dont want you hurt :(

- PHASE ONE is on. oh no.

- JASON! put that damn gun away. you ain’t going to do shit

- stay away from the kids or i will sadako your ass

- Russia team is getting ready? i hope…

- hopper is pissed.

- joyce and hopper are ready to protect their kids

- hopper holding a flamethrower. consider me scared and aroused.

- argyle and fellow high dumbass

- purple palm tree delight. again.

- jonathan, go save your friends from afar. i love you

- eddie and dustin, better make it out it here it i will actually cry

- HIS AXE IS IN THE UPSIDE DOWN

- eddie, sweetheart, dont get hurt

- steve, do not make any moves on nancy. isrg j will STOP watching the show

- i love how seeing nancy smile but please stop flirting steve.

- please. steve stop. steve stop.

- nancy no. NANCY NO.

- nancy does not seem to feel the same. i hope.

- murray and jim on a first name basis. love it.

- its a warzone. the demogorgon IS NOT DEAD.

- why is enzo kinda 🥴

- exactly enzo. put yuri in his fucking place.

- yuri is a veteran?

- enzo is so hotttt

- exactly yuri. do the right thing. please.

- im so scared for max. please dont hurt max…

- max and lucas are so cute. they are a power couple. they have stood the test of time and truly love one another

“ hi!” “hi :)” “im glad you are here” “me too!” “movie friday?” *lengthy writing* “*a picture if them together 👩🏼‍🤝‍👨🏿*”

- the lovebirds have copied!

- ericas sassss

- phase two begins. poor max…

- its game time.

- "hey asshole!” — max (s4) "hey asshole!” — nancy (s2) - girls getting shit done.

- mileven! <3

- im happy they are talkin.

- PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA?! now i gotta try it

- will and jonathan…please talk omg

- byers brothers memories

- larry the lego man.

- silly will got a lego man stuck up his nose

- jon doing surgery on his brothers nose lmao

- jon loves his brother so much.

- he doesnt wanna lose his baby brother.

- “or stoned.” - sass, matter of a fact

- “or stoned.” - agreement

- jonathan KNOWS. omg he knows. he loves his brother and supports him.

- THEIR HUG. jonathan is THE best brother to exist and my favorite stranger things character. i love you byers.

- its go time.

- el, max, and lucas together again. . .sorta

- this is max’s season.

- aw max 🥺

- max wanting billy dead. yikes 😳

- i wish i could hug max.

- el is listening and her heart is breaking.

- max can’t forgive herself and wants to die? i feel you max

- I WAS SO SCARED. i THOT LUCAS WAS REALLY SAYING THAT TO MAX

- RUN MAX! fucking RUN

- el is in.

- eddie. my love.

- “chrissy, this is for you!” <3 SHRED EDDIE

- i just realized the demobats have demogorgon heads

- JASON GET AWAY FROM ERICA

- BILLY

- ERICA! MY LOVE NOOO :(

- THE SNOWBALL! THE BIRTH OF LUMAX

- DUSTIN AND EDDIE CELEBRATING GIVES ME LIFE

- back to the russia crew :)

- BURN THE MFKING MIND FLAYER >:)

- EVERYTHING ESCAPED OUT OF THEIR CAGES OMG

- the mind flayer has risen

- please be careful monster hunters 2.0

- robin and nancy holding each other’s hands for safety. love it.

- little baby max riding a skateboard and flipping people off <3

- he FOUND HER NO

- EL HuURRY!

- SHES IN THE UPSIDE DOWN VERSION OF THE SNOW BALL

- DO NOT HURT ERICA

- JASON I WILL LITERALLY MURDER YOU

- joyce remembering bob breaks my heart

- joyce and hopper have a date. hes going to survive 🥺🥺

- THEY KISSED AGAIN— hopper, do not fail miss byers or i will wake you up and kill you myself

- dustin trying to be scary is so funny. i love him.

- STUPID DEMOBAT SCARED ME

- dustin and eddie stabbing stuff makes me smile <3

- LET GO OF ROBIN AND STEVE!

- NANCY NO!

- FUCKIN HELL!

- DONT HURT MY BABIES

- IT IS ON SIGHT VECNA

- RUN HOPPER

- EDDIE NO! EDDIE NO

- MAX NO MAX NO

- LUCAS YOU BADASS! FIGHT!

- the SINCLAIRS ARE KICKING SO MUCH ASS

- STAY AWAY FROM MAX HENRY/ONE/VECNA

- SHUT THE FUCK UP VECNA I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF

- EL WHEREARE YOU

- THERE YOU ARE MY LOVE

- ELMAX ARE REUNITED

- PRESENTING THE QUEEN, ELEVEN

- “YOU!” “hi. :)” *yeet*

- DUSTIN YOU BADASS ILY

- EDDIE NO

- DUSTIN OMG GET UP BABY

- EDDIE STOP PLEASE

- PLEASE GTFO HOPPER

- KICK HIS ASS LUCAS

- NO JASON YOU A-HOLE

- my girls are back together and that makes me so happy <3

- “im real :)”

- “i piggybacked from a pizza dough freezer :)” “WHAT?!”

- SAVE MAX EL

- “if you touch her again, i will KILL you again.”

- STAY AWAY FROM EL

- dustin’s leg is broken…no…baby no…

- eddie sweetheart. you are so brave.

- i admire max for trying to protect her friend

- NO ELEVEN! FIGHT IT

- EL PLEASE FIGHT BACK! YOU ARE SO POWERFUL!

- MAX NO! LET GO OF MAX! PLEASE NO

- I CANT LOSE HER…

- el, sweetie, its not going to work. . .

- yes. keep him busy el.

- ew. he is so ugly… — me about vecna

- THE MIND FLAYER?!

- HENRY CREATED THE MIND FLAYER! OMG

- henry created the upside down.

- it all started with henry.

- NO! THEY HAVE NOT LOST!

- EDDIE NO!

- NO PLEASE! I CANT LOSE ANYONE ELSE

- FIGHT EL FIGHT!

- NO MAX OH MY GOD! MAX PLEASE NO!

- YOU ARE SO POWERFUL!

- YOU SAVED MAX OMG

- EVERYONES OKAY!

- NANCY IS PISSED.

- HOPPER IS PISSED

- EVERYONE IS PISSED

- FUCK OFF VECNA! FUCK OFF

- “you’ve already lost.” “no. you have.”

- BURN VECNA! BURN

- RUNNING UP THAT HILL!

- kill the son of a bitch

- TAKE YOUR SHOTS NANCY

- GOD IS A WOMAN

- NANCY DOES NOT BACK DOWN FOR SHIT

- that would’ve been a perfect, “go. to. hell!” line from nancy, not gonna lie

- im so glad shes okay

- THEY WON but at what cost…

- EDDIE?! PLEASE NO EDDIE

- NO FUCK THIS SHOW! FUCK THIS SHOW!

- EDDIE YOU FUCKING MAD LAD. I LOVE YOU. REST EASY.

- FUCK THIS SHOW. FUCK THIS STUPID SHOW.

- THEY FUCKING KILLED MAX! I HATE THIS STUPID SHOW!

- I AM CRYING! LITERALY SOBBING

- NO MAX PLEASE

- GET UP MAX

- please get up max

- shes dead? holy fuck. fuck this stupid show! please get up max

- NO NO NO NO! THIS IS A HORRIBLE SHOW!

- the ritual was complete…they lost

- WAIT DID JASON JUST DIE! omg the upside down opening up literally killed jason. THANK GAWD

- TWO DAYS LATER?!!

- TWENTY TWO?! DEAD! holly and karen better be okay.

- they’re okay. thank god.

- JANCY REUNITE OMG

- please tell me they hug

- jancy is supreme. THEY STAYED STRONG. THEY ARE STILL TOGETHER

- max is alive?

- nevermind…

- she is fighting for her life! come home max. come home.

- elmax reunites in person….in the worst circumstances.

- the code cracking trio is back and helping out

- rob and vickie reunite

- vickie is pulling a robin in episode one! oh my fucking god!

- ROBIN is getting a girlfriend :) im happy

- steve is proud of his bff

- aw dustin…baby…sweetheart.

- rest easy eddie munson. you were an angel. a true hero. you were innocent. and you did it for chrissy <3

- they are cleaning up hopper’s cabin for el.

- please talk to each other, jon and nance.

- jonathan is jealoussss

- he wont tell her? come on jonny! communicate! she is the love of your LIFE!

- she feels like she lost. poor baby.

- HOLY FUCK. the upside down connection is back. run will. gtfo.

- vecna is going to die.

- grab a gun nancy. its the government.

- el spins the bottle, the game she played with max in season three on who to use her powers on.

- el is trying to find max in her mind.

- dont lose hope. max is okay.

- OMG HOP AND EL ARE REUNITED! IM GOING TO CRY AGAIN

- IM SO HAPPY THEY ARE TOGETHER AGAIN.

- she kept the door open three inches for hopper. omg.

- they are both without their luscious locks.

- “yeah…i kinda stole your look.”

“yeah :)”

“ how does it look?”

“bitchin’l

- THEY ARE SO HAPPY TO HAVE ONE ANOTHER AGAIN

- “im happy you went to your conference.” YES ME TOO EL! me too

- welcome home hopper

- “you’ve grown :)”

“you’ve shrunk.”

- will senses vecna.

- shit is about to go down.

- the music building. this score…

- the upside down is coming to hawkins.

- war is coming to hawkins, indiana

the five deaths of stranger things vol.2

i. brenner

ii. eddie

iii. max (resurrected)

iv. jason

v. hawkins itself.

bro this show is the reason i need therapy again. thanks stranger things 4. thank you soooo much

#stranger things 4 #stranger things spoilers #live writing

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organicsomethings · 2 years

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#sankalpa

i will and have been fit.

meditation: what happens before the sweat says “hello sweetie!”?

u might have seen me struggle-bussing through a couple miles at lakebottom park today. mom has her eyes set on wellness, health, yes! and bro’s got the baby, who’s a toddler, who knows our pet who is back at home, whom is a dog. the calisthenics intervals provide foot traction and here, in the after effect, i’m shifting between being short attentive during a workout, and highly preoccupied with the contents of the labor.

many of my family and friends are content powerhouses , in my contact and observation at least. reaming through jealousy and reading through various lay-education finds on the internet, has been my highlight reel of the late winter and spring. i think to myself “if i can feel the things being described in the journal, it’s just as good as the real thing.” of course those words are in micro-motions, and failed, unrecorded exercise attempts, but the experience of wanting more variation in the day, and falling short of energy, creativity, and commitment can make heavy burdens out of the most tender work.

so, ankles. they exist. and they need little to really start crying for attention to detail. and while i sank into my “good” hip on lap three i slowly started to remember jist how many slams into red track my underaged foot had endured this morning alone.

from high school til now, there’s nothing as tounglessly delicious as the feeling of shoe to rubber and knowing i can make the rest of the lap.

a couple laps left to go, and i made 4 400 meters (run 300, walk 100) and god may choose not to be known knowing how many seconds each of them took.

i feel like i’ve abandoned love of new music, because i’ve garnered love for new people.

a dull flame, called in memory*, melody. and youth. reminding forward motion that an accumulation of 10,000 hours in the same dedication is all that separates genius from expert in any field of study.

*i accepted an invitation in 2013 to speak with a group of civil engineers seeking their PHD status at the University of Florida to speak on creative integration “Arts” in S(science)T(technology)E(engineering)A(arts)M(mathematics) moving the new political buzz theme from STEM to STEAM. i wasn’t ready. i probably wasn’t reasonably fit to be contending as a guest lecturer bearing the badge of honor “college dropout”, yet thus far #axhGRADUATION hadn’t seemed like a monument, but with minimal respect, congratulations solstice survivors and degree earners this 2022 season.

love, larry d.

#axhGRADUATION #anexcerptofhim #personal #me #fitness #steam #elevate #telepathy #art #mood #vision #sankalpa #Spotify

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a-fan-world-blog · 6 years

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#Louis #louis tomlinson #love him #handsome #stunning #gorgeous #pretty #beautiful #my baby #little cat #sweety #larry stylinson #larry is real #Harry #proud of Lou #my darling

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eunkimmie · 3 years

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Just found you and I love your writing so much! But it got me thinking! Sal with a teasing and cheeky s/o that just enjoy and think is cute he getting all flustered and shy ? Like, whispering/moaning against his ear, using clothing that he likes on them ( reveling or not, you choose), bending over, making flirty/suggestive jokes to him and then just enjoying he getting all hot a bother from that. Thank you alot!

warnings: nsfw

Sal was a patient guy. There wasn't a lot that phased him too much. He'd talked to ghosts, he could take some teasing. Coincidentally, his significant other happened to be especially flirty.

He had met you two years ago by chance. As luck would have it, you two had the same exact coffee order. He ended up grabbing yours, you ended up snatching it out of his hands when you saw your name peeking out on the sticker, he had basically jumped out of his skin as you cried about how tired you were from cramming, and he had offered to buy you more shots of espresso. As it turned out, you were a lot more pleasant when fully rested. You two went out for a coffee date a few days later, and it just kind of clicked from there. His mellow personality seemed to meld well with your more mischievous one. You didn't have a problem standing up for him when someone made a rude comment about his appearance, and Sal found that you and Larry made for an interesting duo.

When the two of you were in the comfort of your own home, you'd tease Sal relentlessly. A lot of the times, he'd simply chuckle and place a kiss on your cheek. Sometimes though, if the time was right, he'd be a bit more assertive.

You knew just what he liked. He liked those socks that went all the way up to your thighs, paired with those spandex-like shorts that was basically a silhouette for your ass. You had waltzed into the living room wearing just that and climbed on top of him, staring at him face-to-face as you straddled his waist. He had put down the game he was playing and gulped. Twirling a strand of his blue hair in between your fingers, you leaned down to plant a feathery kiss to his neck. Your hands had made their way down to his black sweater, lifting it up just barely and running your hands over his sides.

His eyes were darting, unsure of where to look. By now, you could definitely feel how hard he was beneath you. But when you looked at him like that, what were you expecting? You pulled away, as if you were staring at your handiwork. He had already gotten so nervous, hands fidgeting, unsure of where to put them. He could barely maintain eye contact, and he was licking his lips periodically.

"You're so cute, Sal," you purred, kissing his lips sweetly before standing. Before you could even get off of the couch, Sal had twisted his body to pin you down beneath him. His hands held your wrists above your head, and his hair was almost long enough to tickle your face as he looked down at you.

"You always..." he took a deep breath, eyes hardening. "You always do this. What are you wanting? When you do that?" He didn't wait for a response, instead biting harshly at your neck and pulling your pants down low enough to expose you. He pulled them off, throwing them to the ground.

Sal, in terms of oral sex, was definitely more of a receiver than a giver. As much as you loved his face when you sucked the sensitive tip of his dick, Sal enjoyed receiving. When he was the one receiving, he felt as if he was being selfish.

You bit the skin of your finger as he looked up at you from his position, small moans emitting from the back of your throat. He didn't spend too much time before he inserted two fingers inside of you, moving upwards to kiss you as he fingered you. He loved hearing your saccharine sweet moans as he kissed you. He was hasty, barely wasting time on foreplay before he spit in his hand, coating the length of his dick with spit before pushing himself inside of you. He watched, almost smugly, as your eyes squeezed shut and you let out a moan.

"Fuck, baby...Just let me take care of you, sweetie..." he whispered in your ear. Your arms had wrapped around his neck, pulling him close to you as he pounded into you at a fast rhythm. "You're always...always getting me so worked up. Is that because you love me, baby? Do you love it when I fuck you like this, when I take control?" His words came out breathy, but you still nodded up at him vigorously. "Let me hear it...Let me hear you say it."

"Fuck, I—! I fucking love..." Sal kissed your neck, letting you take your time. "I love your cock, so fucking much. I love it when you fuck me like this! Oh my god—!" Sal kissed you, his hands just below the curve of your back as you arched up into him.

"You're all mine," he breathed out. "Mine, mine. I get to fuck you like this..In our home, on our couch. Because you're mine, and I'm...Haah...I'm yours, darling." He showered you with praises as you came around his cock, holding you close. Still, even if he was being sweet, he didn't give you time to ride out your orgasm as he fucked you harshly before finally cumming inside of you. He kissed you as he did so, whispering small words of affirmation. When he finally pulled out, he watched smugly as his cum dripped out of you, and you laid there breathless.

When it came down to it, no matter how much you teased him, you would always be his, and he would always be yours.

#this shit rated prn #writing #sally face x you #sal fisher x reader #sally face headcanon #sally face #sal fisher #sally face x reader

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lebenspurpur · 3 years

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AN: Helloo, wrote this because I spent today suffering through my post-drunk-vandalism hangover. Guess it's deserved but still, it sucks. After eating chicken broth my dad made, unsalted if I may add, for an hour straight I am now ready to be creative. I really don't know what this is.

Have the link to my Larry playlist while we're at it:

Pairing: Larry Johnson x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol

Wordcount: 1744 words

🤍🧷💀⛓🔪🏁🕷🤍🧷💀⛓🔪🏁🕷🤍🧷💀⛓🔪🏁🕷🤍🧷💀⛓

Larry looks really, really stupid right now. Stupid and sick.

His tall form slumped over in defeat, big blanket wrapped around him but not too tight, otherwise he'd feel too hot, too feverish, he still needs some air. There are tissues scattered across the couch as well. Fucking hell.

Usually, this would disgust you but it's Larry, you think you've seen worse.

Small sniffles come from where he's laying, whenever he clears his throat hoarse croaking leaves his mouth and he cringes every time he hears it. He can feel your judging gaze on his body, hear your arched eyebrow without even lifting his head.

His radio is blaring some kind of metal music, you don't recognize the band. Technically, the music is useless since the TV in front of Larry's bed is playing an old horror movie, bloody screams only adding to the grimy ambiance in the room.

"I-", you start but Larry lifts his hand before you can even consider continuing.

On any other occasion, you would've noticed the rings adorning his slender fingers, the metal accessories leaving a trail of dark smudge on his hands. Damn, did he have some nice hands.

Thankfully today wasn't a normal occasion. The metalhead in front of you had worse problems than you drooling over his fingers right now, one of them being the sickness he caught.

"Don't you dare say 'I told you so.'", he croaks out while he finally lifts his head, bloodshot eyes meeting yours. He looks immensely tired. You can sense his annoyance at this sickness, this hellish treatment he's in and can't seem to escape.

You take a deep breath in and drop your bag next to his opened front door.

"Alright. I won't."

You close the door quietly and deposit your jacket as well as boots next to it.

His mom always screams at Larry to finally get something for visitor's shoes and bags but he never does. Too busy, too lazy, he figures his visitors get it. Who even visits him, anyway?

The floor is, as usual, covered in stuff he hasn't cleaned yet. Unfinished drawings, sketchbooks, take-out cartons, empty booze bottles, you keep wondering how he manages to create that kind of mess in a timespan of not even two days.

You tiptoe over them, careful as to not to step into something. Earlier experiences have taught you to never mistake one of these seemingly empty cartons as really empty. Just last week you stepped into a fucking pizza the man in front of you didn't finish.

You sigh as you sit down next to him and Larry tiredly raises an eyebrow.

"Dude, I know you don't want to move but Jesus, we really need to get you to bed.", you then state, voice comforting yet firm. You use the moment to stare into his eyes, adore the brown, thick, deepness of them.

Larry groans loudly, voice breaking from how raw his throat is. His head falls back and he closes his eyes, a pained expression on his features.

"Don't wanna.", he grumbles quietly and you involuntarily crack a smile. Larry always managed to do that, even in the most unbelievable moments.

"I'll join you if you do."

One of his eyes slowly creaks open, observing your face to look for any kind of sarcasm or irony. As soon as he doesn't find any, the other eye opens as well and he leans forward again, blanket clutched tightly in his fists.

"Alright."

You grin at his quiet answer, hand reaching over to pull him with you. He obliges, warm, slightly clammy hand tightly grabbing yours. He follows you through the messy room, his blanket leaving a trail of destruction behind the two of you.

You kick open the door leading to his bedroom. Immediately, the familiar images of various album covers greet you. The air in his room is colder and less damp and you hear him take a deep breath.

Turning around, you mention for him to wait while you walk over, grabbing the blanket on his bed. You shake it a bit, readjust the sheets as well the pillow, all while Larry's eyes never leave your back.

"There you go, sweets.", you add as you finish, quickly turning around to see Larry standing the same way you've left him. Tired, slumped, and emotional. The need to hug him starts boiling inside of you but you try and hold yourself back. First, you have to make sure he gets into bed.

Larry slowly stumbles past you. During the last few baby steps, he drops the blanket around his shoulder, faceplanting right into the freshly made sheets. He's not even wearing a shirt and you huff at his stubbornness.

Larry's back looks strong like this, muscles contracting beneath his skin as he tries to get more comfortable. Your eyes glide over his spine, his wide shoulders, the small bumps where his ribs encase his organs. His olive skin is sweaty and long, brown hairs cling to it.

You cringe at that, knowing the feeling all too well.

Softly placing a hand on his back, you move closer, forehead scrunched together.

"Larry, darling."

He grunts into his pillow, a muffled questioning sound.

"I got a hair tie here. Mind lifting your head real quick?"

Larry obliges and lifts his head quickly, taking a deep breath while he does so.

Your fingers find his scalp and start collecting all the strands, securing them afterward with the tie around your wrist.

The man beneath you hums in appreciation as the cold air hits his neck, sweaty skin finally being able to breathe. You kiss the small space beneath his neck real quick, a short sign of comfort before you stand up again, hands leaving his skin.

Larry whines the second you do so, all while quickly turning around, sending you a pleading look.

"You said you'd stay.", the whiny tone only makes his voice sound more hoarse and you can't help the small grin from appearing on your features.

"In a second, sweetie. You need some water and medicine first, alright?"

He whines again but the thought of something fresh and cold going down his throat is enough to soften the pleading look in his eye. You blow him a kiss and then quickly walk into the kitchen, which is right across from the brunette's room.

It's surprisingly clean but what did you expect? Larry never uses his kitchen unless he has to. Which isn't all too often.

Grabbing a water bottle and placing it on the counter, you keep searching for the small broth packets you'd bought exactly for this kind of scenario. You find them in the fridge, the only thing in this room that Larry actually uses.

Chuckling you get some water cooking, all while pouring the powder into one of the giant cups Sal has gifted Larry a while ago. According to the masked man, everything tastes better if it's being eaten out of a cup and so, everyone has their own sets of cups, a premium gift from Sal Fisher.

Soon, everything's done and you maneuver your way back into Larry's room. Said man is awaiting you, eyes still opened as he watches you creep towards his bed, hands full with water, soup, and medicine.

First, you feed him the medicine. Normally he'd do this himself but you know that he'll just ignore the bitter juice unless you force it down his throat. Stubborn motherfucker.

Larry's sitting up now, back propped up against one of the many big pillows he has. You hand him the broth and he inhales it in less than two minutes, apparently, this is the first thing he's eaten today. Shaking your head at the thought, you tug a few strands of hair out of his face, smiling at your lover's appetite.

Finally, after gulping down half of the water bottle, the brunette leans back and smiles, for the first time this evening.

"Thank you.", he croaks out and you touch his arm as an appreciative gesture, "Does that mean you're allowed to join me now?"

You're about to nod as you notice the faint traces of eyeliner on his skin.

"Did you take off your makeup when you got home?", you ask, throwing a teasing smile his way.

Larry clears his throat, embarrassed that you caught him. A faint blush raises on his cheeks and you feel your heart swell at the sight.

"I might have forgotten about it.", he answers, gaze slowly meeting yours again, "But please, let's just do this later, dude. I am so fucking tired."

Huffing, you roll your eyes at his answer but you nod anyway. He'd be fine with the makeup for a few more hours. You just have to remember taking it off tomorrow.

"You're lucky I love you."

Larry grins at that, the usual wide, blinding grin, that makes your stomach tingle with fuzzy feelings inside of it. His fingers find your arm and he tenderly pulls you down to join him. Soon, your head is placed on his chest, and his arms cradle your shoulders, pulling you into his body.

You can hear his relaxed breathing as he finally settles down, nuzzling his face into your hair.

His skin is warm against your cheek and you smile into it. It doesn't matter how often you've done it, laying on his nude chest always makes you flustered.

Larry's fingers start to draw stuff on your back, the feeling more than a delight for you. Humming, you snuggle closer and the metalhead next to you smiles.

His eyes already start to close slowly, lack of sleep finally catching up to him. The quiet sound of the ongoing movie in his living room, as well as the metal music, make for a great background sound and you both listen intently.

You notice the way his heart beats, slow and steady, beneath the tanned skin. Unknowingly, you start to synchronize your breaths with his. In and out. In. And out.

Soon, your eyes close as well. Damn it, you don't want to fall asleep. Though, you suppose it doesn't matter as the man next to you pulls you closer, his breath warm against your ear. He wouldn't let you leave anyway.

The thought makes you feel giddy, excited, in love. Smiling widely, you try to press yourself closer into him, and soon, you too, fall asleep, enveloped by the arms of the boy you love most. Your favorite boy.

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larrysballetslippers · 2 years

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Have H or L ever tolked abt bdsm ??? I’m genuinely confused, no hate … (I’m not exactly new to the fandom, but I don’t know a lot of the stuff 😅) I hope this ask did not make u uncomfortable 😊 sorry if it did

This is called edging.

Hey sweetie, sorry for the late reply, I had to gather some stuff. Also, it doesn't make me uncomfortable at all, it's very interesting. To answer your question, ummm yeah kinda yes. Well, it's a very vague thing. I will link you some stuff, but it's not the complete thing and also my interpretation. Make up your own mind.

To start off, most of this is Harry, because he apparently has a thing for showing off to the public about his sex life, sorry Louis No Control is a little too vanilla.

Louis has talked about BDSM in two or three interviews. But it was, like all of his interviews, completely unbelievable. In this interview(9:45), the interviewer asks if he likes kinky stuff and he basically just denies it, like he doesn't even know what it is. But then you have this interview where Louis probably does have a clue. "Being used" yes yes.

I would say Louis has very dominant energy. "Always the boss." "Anything to add, Harry?" "What else, Harry?" "He told me he was intrigued." Sorry, that's just me, my interpretation, just ignore me. Louis' dominance isn't only with Harry, Louis is just a very... interesting friend. Like he's you know edging Niall, get it... okay moving on.

Harry on the other hand is... a little bit more open. From saying he has been in handcuffs to actually wearing a proper BDSM collar in a photoshoot. He might even have a day collar, even before the blue one. That's a collar so people in your "normal" life don't need to know about your other lifestyle, not that Harry minds. Also his SSC tattoo. Sorry, see the handcuffs... Just for the image I'm trying to show.

Calling people daddy in the most sub way. The chains incident. The other chains and whips incident lately. His SNL skit. Last night... the edging part just hmmm. Going on his knees a lot. Stockholm Syndrome and the beautiful analysis by @bluewinnerangel. Also this beautiful analysis by @swimmingleo . The whole Medicine song.

Larry together is just omfg. Harry is Louis' baby, we know that. We have this handcuffs incident. This interview bit thingy, like nah. They have a thing for... public affection... okay. How they stand or sit, it doesn't really say anything particular, but the way they present themselves is very important. Louis stands wide, demanding space. Harry is always very tiny, taking up as little space as possible.

The thing with BDSM, it's not about chains and whips. It's about power exchange, between two or more people. Because you're new to it I'm not really going to plant any ideas in your head, you have to see for yourself. If you think it's not the case, fine great. I just feel a certain vibe they both give off that just very dom/sub relationship. I know this is a very taboo subject, but why should it be? It's just another part of someone's 'relationship and it's nothing bad or disgusting. Anyway, I hope you had a great time seeing all this stuff.

If you have any other questions, please send them to @fookinlittleshits. This blog isn't supposed to be so serious and I have minor mutuals, so I like to keep it a little clean. There I can talk about anything you want :)

Also thanks @bottomharrykingdom for all the great content. It was much easier to find.

#my post #I spend the whole day making this haha #what I do for my lovely anons #sorry if I made any grammar mistakes

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killingitreservoirdogsstyle · 2 years

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Could you do something with Mr Brown, Nice Guy Eddie and any of the other dogs if you feel like it (or even just Eddie if you don’t feel like doing more than one!) and what they would do if they had a partner who is on their period? I’m just finishing mine and your girl could use some comfort because this is a huge pain lol. Love your blog so much!!! I hope you’re doing well. 💖

Hey hon, I’m so sorry to hear that you’re having a hard time. Believe me, I get the pain being AFAB myself. Sorry it’s so rough; I’m more than happy to help out here. I apologize for the late reply by the way, I hope that these headcanons can account for it. ( Thought the GIF below was fitting for this occasion ).

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, angst, hurt-comfort, periods, and insecurities.

the dogs with an s/o on their period ( reservoir dogs )

MR. BROWN/JOHNNY CAMPBELL

This cinnamon roll is both confused and worried simultaneously for you. He has no clue what’s going on to you, all he knows is that you’re in pain, and you’re not yourself.

He does all he can to make you comfortable. Blanket burritos, hot water bottles, painkillers, chocolate, whatever you need, he’ll get it no questions asked. He loves you, only wanting to see you happy.

If you’re okay with it, then cuddles are totally on the table.

Of course, being the film buff he is, you’ll basically have a movie marathon week after work. He pulls out all of your favourites from his vast VHS tape collection, his arms heaped with comedies, rom-coms, whatever genre you like. His commentary is priceless, putting a smile on your face.

“ How you feeling, honeycake?” He asks the minute you walk in the door after a long day at your job. He can see that you’re not a hundred percent, so he rushes to scoop you into a tight hug.

Foot massages, this is Brown/Tarantino we’re talking about, ha ha.

In all seriousness though, he’s your knight in shining armour.

“ Aww, c’mere and let me rub your back, sweetie.”

“ I’m so sorry, I know it sucks balls. I wish I could take it away.”

“ Hey, as soon as you’re feelin’ better, I’ll take you out to Blockbuster and we can rent a couple of movies, get some take out, and have a date night at home. You’d like that?”

“NICE GUY” EDDIE CABOT

He saw the signs of your period approaching a week beforehand. Your change in attitude, the way you looked, your energy levels—it wasn’t exactly conspicuous.

When the actual cycle starts, you bet that he gets himself in gear. He’s a sassy king, we all know this, but he tries to tone it back so as not to irritate you.

Hugs, hugs, and more hugs, with an extra helping of cuddles and staying in bed for the whole morning.

Eddie’s the best cuddle-buddy out of all the Dogs in my opinion; warm, encompassing, soft, and gentle despite his size and strength. All that sweet chubbiness gets put to good use.

“ Mmm, Daddy’s gotcha, doll. There ain’t nothing that can take me away from you right now.” You melt into his chest, his sensual purring getting the best of you. Even when he’s not trying to be, Eddie is white hot sex.

He pampers you, there is no other way to put it. You tend to feel insecure about yourself when your time of the month comes. It breaks his heart to see you doubting yourself; his beautiful, smoking hot partner. He does your hair, paints your nails, treating you like the god you are. ( I’ll go more into detail about where he picked up his beauty skills in some future headcanons, 😉 ).

“ Don’t you goddamn forget how gorgeous you are, you hear me?”

“ You’re a god/goddess, baby. I know that Heaven is real, because it’s blessed me with you.”

“ I’m here to be here for you, okay?”

MR. WHITE/LARRY DIMMICK

I have a theory that Larry is twice divorced, and you are his third partner. He could never keep his wives because they couldn’t accept him for how he did business, nor over his sense of humour, which you adore. Being married before means that White has a fair share of experience in the period department.

Being a man, he doesn’t know how it feels himself, but he is more than sympathetic. He thinks that men who are dismissive towards the struggles of menstruation are disgusting and stupid as hell. Honestly, it makes him very angry. So you can sure that he won’t treat you like that.

Oftentimes, you feel grossed out by dirt and sweat when you’re on your period. You’re in the shower regularly everyday, to combat this. He’ll join you, but not to be lecherous. He just wants to make you comfy. He has some lavender scented shower steamers, which make the experience better.

Washing your hair for you, his hands so gentle on your scalp. He scrubs you down himself, taking caution around your sensitive regions. And he always asks beforehand, like the classy gentleman he is.

“ You still okay with this? I can stop if it’s painful, darling,” You tell him it’s perfectly fine, letting him work his magic.

Okay, but one of the cutest things he does to help you feel better? Reading to you in bed.

I’ve already covered how much of a literature lover he is in my first requested fanfic on this blog; so go check that out if that interests you. Anyways, he’ll crawl into the bed you two share with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He pours, hands you one, then picks up a book off the shelf above the headboard. And he reads to you, in that velvety honeyed voice of his. GOSH, NOW I’M SCREAMING AT MY SCREEN.

“ You know how much I love you, Y/N? Even when you’re feeling down, I love you as much as I did when I first laid eyes on you.”

“ I fluffed up your pillow for you. Why don’t you come have a nap with this geezer, huh?”

“ It’ll be over soon, love. It’ll be over soon.”

MR. ORANGE/FREDDY NEWANDYKE

Like Brown, this guy has no idea why you’re suddenly so angry all the time. He’s basically thinking, what demon has possessed my sweet baby Y/N? Your mood swings unnerve him, he doesn’t know what’s going on. So he asks you, and you tell him you’re on your period.

That makes sense to him suddenly. It dawns on him right there in the living room of your apartment. He nods, pulling you into a hug. He tells you he’s sorry, and that he’s all yours to do whatever he can to help.

Freddy whips out his comic books, action figures, and cartoons to entertain you with, having the time of his life with you snuggled up in your fuzzy onesie on his chest.

He comes back from the grocery store carrying all your favourite comfort foods: chocolate, snack foods, booze, whatever you like. He just uses your period as an excuse to eat pizza and watch Spider-Man all day.

“ I’ve called in sick with the Dogs, so now I’m here the whole week!” He beams, grinning like the prankster he is. You shake your head, not able to help but laugh and call him an idiot.

He carries you bridal style around the house, you can’t protest. To the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom, he’s like your valet-slash-personal-driver in one package. Plus, it makes you laugh when he creates his own sound effects as he sweeps you to your feet. He’s a comedian, definitely.

“ Hey, you know what always makes me feel better? Ice cream sandwiches and Nintendo! ”

“ You’re the Lois Lane to my Clark Kent, baby. The Mary Jane to my Peter. And don’t you ever think about saying that you can’t compare to those broads, because you do, and you’re better than they are.”

“ I hate seeing you in pain, it makes me sad too. I’m sorry it hurts, I’d give anything to stop it. ”

I hope these were okay, and if not, I will GLADLY rewrite them to make it better for you. Thanks for the request, anon, and I’m sending you all my good vibes and love during this sucky time.

#killingitreservoirdogsstyle #quentin tarantino #reservoir dogs #mr orange #mr white #nice guy eddie #reservoir dogs headcanon #reservoir dogs x reader #periods are the worst #tim roth #chris penn #harvey keitel #movies #thank you anon #my love to you

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eddiecabotsmile · 2 years

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title: reservoir dogs and papercuts. characters: orange, blondie, white, brown, eddie warnings: cursing, papercuts, res dogs being dumb, res dogs being caring, mentions of blood, not edited taglist: @imaginesbymk @trashybowtie @electricalfireflies @blanketybaby @darkskinbeautyhoe @unslimshady

orange

freddy is such a nerd lmaoaoa

he probably gets a paper cut from one of his many comic books and FLIPS

you watched as freddy sucked his thumb into his mouth and tried to clean his comic off

this wasn’t the first time this has happened, nope

you could count on all your hands and toes how many times he’s hurt himself with nerd paraphernalia

“freddy, what the hell happened?” “just’a cut nothing bad, baby”

honestly he could have fooled you because inside freddy was losing his shit - he couldn’t stand blood

freddy nodded towards the bathroom wordlessly and you understood. like you could read his little nerd mind

you came back quickly with the first aid kit and sat down next to him ready to help him patch up

freddy lovesss when you help out, it makes him feel like the angel that he is

“i picked up some spiderman bandaids” you mentioned casually, as if it was no big deal “oh that’s great thanks babe” he replied coolly

this lasted for a minute before you two were tesring into the box to get a better look at the designs

white

lets you sit on his lap while he patches up your small cut

you lean back into his warm chest while his hands attend your wound

larry sits you up on his knee, “now what did we learn not to do, sweetie?”

fuck, why is he so sexy even when he scolds you — “don’t touch your things” your reply feigning sorry ness

honestly he’s a caring guy so if you play it up a bit you couldddd get him to baby you

lets you sit on his lap and he calls you a good girl

“there, it wasn’t that bad was it?” larry asked patting your thigh with a kind smile KING SHIT

you shrugged, kinda wanting this to go on longer, “it’s kinda sore.. i need more kisses”

ohhh kisses you did get, lots of them ;))

blonde

vic probably gets cuts every now and again doing some psychopath shit

“victor fucking vega how many times do i have to tell you NOT to keep that in your sock”

he just sexy vega smirks ™ and walks away like it’s nothing

you accidentally cutting yourself while making dinner

he’s surprisingly caring — vic will hold your delicate finger and give it kisses to make you smile

vic blows on the cut when he cleans it bc he knows it burns and ouchh

“m sorry honey, hold on, i’ll make it better”

your eyes go wide as he brings your finger to his lips - brushing his warm wet tongue over it

at this point dinner is forgotten and vic is more interested in you and your body

“i was thinking,” “hmm?” “you know i still have that straight razor in my pocket if you wanna..”

vic has a thing for blood me thinks

brown

“baby, are you crying?” and yes, he is — crying in the corner of the bathtub

ohhhhh he is baby, he is a big little baby man

you asked him what was wrong and he pointed to the broken vase and flowers on the floor

you were a bit mad because — YEAH that shit was expensive

but nothing could beat mr brown sulking

you helped him and his bloody foot off the couch as best as you could

but ended up tumbling over when he tried to support his weight on you

finally you make it to the bed and patch up his foot, deciding you could clean the vase later

snuggling with mr brown on the bed while he kisses you

“thank you for helping me babe. i promise i’ll buy you flowers once i get up.. soon”

eddie

eddie stood in his home office, blue eyes wide as saucers

he’d cut himself on the edge of a crisp $100 bill — btw wow, rich people problems

eddie is such a big baby when it comes to small things, he blows them out of proportion

this was definitely an ‘ouch pls help’ rather than ‘ouch pls give me attention’

you rolled your eyes and grabbed his index finger, squeezing slightly to stop blood flow

“edward cabot! stop moving”

having to chase eddie and his thick ass around the office so you could clean his cut

“back up, you don’t know what you’re doing” “yes i do, now come here”

allllll up in your businesss trying to see what you’re doing because he’s impatient asf

after you’re done eddie slides you a (clean) $100 bill “here, for your troubles” which makes you smile out out of humor and because he’s an asshole

“fuck off eddie” you say and decide to return the favor by flicking him on his bandaid, just because

#mr blonde x reader #mr pink x reader #reservoir dogs x reader #mr orange x reader #mr brown x reader #nice guy eddie headcanon #mr white headcanon #mr blonde headcanon #mr orange headcanon #mr pink headcanon #mr brown headcanon

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