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foreverisntenough · 2 months

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- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This story will contain fluff, suggestion, smut and angst- not sure what else yet! Some love bombing but we love a needy Trent

Note: I was planning on keeping this just for myself so please be nice. I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

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Chapter 6 - ‘You’re Mine’

His fingers laced between yours as the summer sun sunk on the horizon in between the buildings in Manhattan. You walked down Madison Avenue popping in and out of some stores before dinner. You were caught in a conversation with one of Trent’s friends talking about something frivolous when you walked by Van Clef & Arpels.

“Ugh! I’d die honestly” you said staring into the brick and mortar window at a particularly ridiculous necklace; it’s audacious shimmer reflecting in your eye. Trent just looked at you falling in love with a piece of jewelry like he wished you would with him.

“You’re so dramatic, relax, it’s a necklace” his friend still next to you said.

“It’s not just a necklace though” you assured him.

“You don’t want to match with me, baby?” Trent interjected into the conversation pointing at a version of the bracelet he currently had on.

“Nah, mate. It’s not the look” his friend speaking before you even could tear your eyes away from the necklace that held your attention.

“I actually really like T’s” you corrected the boy. “Looks good on you baby” you spoke amorously now to Trent but hadn’t turned your head to actually look at him. “This necklace though... You don’t understand.” It was a ‘10 Motif’ necklace in white gold, like Trent’s, but unlike his, this one was covered with diamonds.

“If someone ever bought me this, I would beg them to be in a relationship with me.. would have to be my boyfriend..have to marry them” you sighed not realizing what you were saying caught in a greedy haze.

“That’s insane but sure.” Trent’s friend shook his head at your rational. Trent on the other hand had to stop himself from just walking into the store and buying it for you then.

You squeezed Trent’s hand, missing the connection as you continued to walk down the avenue. He was also a little lost in the moment but responded to the squeeze with a kiss to the back of your hand.

A few days passed like this; filled with the word ‘baby,’ sharing secrets, stolen kisses and a lot of sex.. like a lot. You couldn’t pull yourself off or away from him, you were completely hooked. He was everything to you. You were completely submissive to him, you were his.

You laid tucked on the hotel bed in Trent’s arms. This had become your favorite place to be. You both had gotten ready for dinner, the last one of Trent’s trip, the other boys all had met up in Tyler’s room before they planned to leave but you and Trent had opted to cuddle a little in your room till the Ubers arrived. Your head nuzzled into his neck, your hand drawing patterns over his button up shirt.

“Baby” he spoke between kisses to your temple. You only hummed in response.

“I’m gonna miss you so much, beautiful” Trent continued speaking. His words stung. As much as you two had discussed over the past few days how much you liked one another and your rough plans it still hurt to be reminded about his impending departure.

“T… I can’t even think about that. It actually makes my heart hurt, please.” You said nuzzling your head further into him.

“I know, baby. I just hope you know really how much I’ll miss you” he placed another kiss onto you.

“I do” you giggled a little back, swooning over his kiss. “Do you know how much I’m going to miss you baby?”

“Don’t know… show me.” He said pulling at your body. You leaned up to kiss his lips. “It won’t be that long though, I promise” he continued talking.

“5 and a ½ weeks is pretty long considering I haven’t left your side for days. Don’t know if I’m even going to be able to breathe tomorrow” you tried to lighten the mood given the harrowing reminder of the time apart you were about to embark on. You and Trent had decided that you would keep in touch and try to talk as much as possible while he was away back in England and then gone for preseason. If you both were still feeling the same you were going to go visit him at the start of his season. Neither of you thought your feelings were going to change so you both were pretty certain about being together again.

“It’ll go quick then you’ll be back with me. Yeah?” He tried to reassure you.

“You sure you don’t want like space for a little? I mean..” you tailed off nervously second guessing his commitment.

“Baby, I’ve never wanted someone to give me less space. Promise you’ll call me everyday?” He was showing just how needy he was for you and you ate it up. You wanted to give him all your attention.

“If you want me to. I will definitely call you, maybe a little FaceTime too show you what you might be missing…” You mused suggestively

“Yeah? I will need to see what’s still mine. We'll find a good rhythm baby.” Trent placed another kiss on your lips, his hands lowering in your body. You just stared into each other's eyes for a little.

“Promise you won’t meet anyone else on the street and hole up with them?” He looked really nervous as he spoke again which surprised you.

“T… trust me this is a once in a lifetime.” You tried to ease his nerves.

“And.. if you get drunk or horny.. please don’t go home with someone else I don’t think I could take it” he was almost begging you.

“T! You’re you! A footballer! I should be the one worried about you being horny, you can have anyone at the snap of your fingers...” your voice faltered a little realizing your circumstance.

“Baby.. “ he laughed a little. “Thing is.. I only want you.” Giving you another kiss. Fortunately, it was a really good kiss so you worries slipped away without a second thought.

“If that happens, I’ll just call you T” you said pulling away.

“Huh?” He looked at you a little confused forgetting what you were talking about lost in your kiss.

“If I’m drunk and/or horny… you will be the first and only person I’ll be calling.” You confirmed.

“Good, beautiful,” he said, snuggling up to you some more. He placed his face in the crook of your neck and kissed your sensitive skin. The idea of you being horny was now making him horny.

Trent rubbed his hands along the bare skin beneath the hem of the skirt you had on. His touch had your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. You could feel your cheeks blush red, your body getting hot.

He was so devastatingly beautiful you needed to fight back a whimper from escaping. You slid your hands up his chest and your fingers curled around his shirt pulling at it. He knew he had won when you slowly spread your legs and let his hand slip underneath your skirt.

“Baby…” you moaned quietly.

“Shhh, just let me take care of you.” Trent hushed, dragging his thumb over your core. Your slick gathered between your legs before he parted your lips a little more to swipe over your clit slowly. His touch sent a shiver up your spine, pushing out a soft moan.

“T, please we have to go soon.” You tried to stop him.

“Nah, Nah. Just be a good girl for me, okay?” He spoke into your neck when he slipped two of his fingers into you.

“Oh my god, baby, you feel so good.” You let out in a gasp.

“Needed to feel you” Trent said while his fingers worked slow and then up to a blistering pace. You felt that familiar knot in your stomach forming. You shut your eyes tight, your pussy pulsating around his fingers. Before you could even tell Trent you felt it all snap and release, a sensation of pleasure washed over you embarrassingly quick.

“Fuck…” you could barely speak but Trent was persistent.

“Gimme one more baby, please I need to make you feel good,” Trent coaxed you on. You were over stimulated but the thought of not being with Trent for weeks had you begging for more.

“T, please, please” you moaned with no real direction of your words. His fingers still circling your throbbing clit. The lack of oxygen made you felt dizzy and you loved it. His lips all over your neck. The pleasure you felt was like nothing else. Your stomach came undone again, fingers digging into his biceps, leaving half crescent marks on his tanned skin. He pulled his fingers out of you slowly and you gasped at the loss of contact. You breathed heavily collapsed on Trent’s chest. You couldn’t get the strength to look but you heard Trent lick his fingers still wet with you.

“You’re perfect. So good f’me.” He said now kissing your head, his hand coming to soothe your back.

“That wasn’t fair, T, I have to like get ready all over again.” You said trying to pull yourself off him now but you couldn’t break out of his tight hold.

“You look so sexy just like this. C’mere, baby” he said pulling your face to his for a sloppy kiss.

“T…” you tried to pull away from him but he held onto your lips with his teeth “let me get uppppp.” You groaned, actually starting to get annoyed.

“Fine, fine” he said, releasing you. You got up pulling your skirt back down, running your hands over some of the sequins of the silver mini. You fixed the hem of your tight long sleeve white t-shirt: You wanted to ruche the bottom to crop it showing your stomach.

“Look okay?” You asked, now putting on a pair of black boots.

“Mmmm. Fuck baby, maybe we should…” your eyes flashed at Trent in frustration before he could finish his sentence. “Okay, sheesh nevermind. Was just trying to tell you how good you looked but fine.” He said laughing trying to be dramatic per usual.

You were in the bathroom fixing your lipstick when Trent came in, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder and giving you a wet kiss on your cheek.

“All mine. So, so beautiful. Hmm?” He cooed with question before placing another kiss.

“I actually might kill you before you leave this country.”

“Nah, you secretly like this.” He was right to be fair. He was actually always right. He pulled out his phone and took a picture of you two in the bathroom mirror. You had gotten into the habit the last few days, taking more and more pictures together. It was like you were dating but you…you definitely were not. You sure as hell acted like a couple and it was even furthering the delusion you and he were in.

Finally you two managed to leave the room after another messy make out, another reapplication of lipstick, and another slew of mushy ‘you’re so perfect” comments to the other. You got to dinner with the rest of the boys and while both you and Trent were trying your best to be present and engaged with everyone, your hand was placed high on his leg pulling his attention elsewhere. You had pulled his shorts to rise a little underneath the table grazing your fingers on the inside of his thigh tracing patterns. The glide of your nails had Trent unable to focus, unable to get his words out, unable to think about anything but you.

When dinner ended the group had gathered at the front of the restaurant waiting for cars to arrive. Trent’s mind was still muddied with dirty thoughts. He sat on a bench pulling at your hands till you stood between his legs. Placing kisses on your exposed stomach, his hands slid up and down rubbing the sides of your bare thighs.

“You want to go out with them? Or…” he kept kissing against your bare skin.

“T..” you groaned a little.

“Or you want to come back home with me, baby?” He said tilting his head up showing a cheeky smile.

“Well that’s not fair… of course, I want to go home with you, I will be going home with you later but we should go with them first” you said, placing a kiss on his head.

“Fine” he said, his plump lips rolling into a fake a pout. Cheekily he slid his hands up your thighs again except this time completely under your skirt squeezing onto your ass.

“T!” You exclaimed. He just kept his hands on you until you physically removed them. The sly smile illuminating his face had you anything but mad.

Jumping out of the black cars, the group of boys and you were escorted into a bar downtown seated in a lounge area that was still accessible by the public. You were trying to be conscious of how clingy you were to Trent when out with his friends the last few nights. As much as you were ‘together,’ it wasn’t lost on you that this was initially a trip with his friends. In an effort to ‘distance’ you opted to sit with Marcel but you only managed to get arms distance away before Trent was pulling at the hem of your top asking you silently not to go too far. Trent sat comfortably, legs spread leaning forward onto one of his legs as he and his friend ordered drinks.

“Baby..” Trent said reaching for you again. “What do you want?” He cooed with more affection.

“Whatever you get T,” you said with a smile before diving back into your conversation with his brother. Trent watched you with a smile, swaying gracefully, talking with excitement. He barely could make out your words over the music but he didn’t care, he just liked the look of you, the presence you had in the room was completely enthralling to him.

“You actually like her mate” His friend quietly said.

“Yeah, like genuinely, down a bit bad for her. I’d be embarrassed but honestly don’t care. Gonna have her come visit me as well.”

“Wow bro, whirlwind, no?” His friend looked surprised but also happy with the authentic smile that had been permanently stuck on Trent’s face the past couple days, his eyes refusing to break away from you now.

“Yeah, I don’t know but I want this one.” Trent said with certainty. He had caught your eye and you stared back a little questioning his gaze. He just winked at you licking his lips. Even just a glance from him had your stomach doing flips so you looked away quick.

As you expected and had become accustomed to, a few girls had made their way over into the space. Plenty of naive questions about Trent, renditions of attempted Liverpool accents, a few bottles of 1942 circulating, the night was quickly picking up and your distance from Trent no longer seemed intentional but unavoidable as you could no longer get to him.

Like any girls would, they all attached to boys in the group, sitting in laps, standing in between legs, hands brushing biceps. You were standing with Marcel soon along with two new girls and it wasn’t until they asked if you two were together that you noticed Trents position.

“Nah, she’s with my brother.” Marcel answered for you pointing to Trent which caused his face to drop a little. Trent was sat in another seat, only now a girl in a backless mini dress stood in front of him and way too close for your liking.

“Oh…” the girl with you seemed kind but had now gotten a little awkward seeing her friend with a man that was apparently with you. Unbeknownst to you Trent was gently letting her friend down.

“I’m going to be in London this winter” The girl attempted to flirt and ignite plans with Trent.

“Yeah, London’s great. I prefer to stay up north but I’m sure you’ll have a good time.” He said his eyes now panning the room looking for you. He was trying to be polite but was getting a little bored of the niceties. He couldn’t find you through the crowd of people but you could see him. The girl stretched her arm out grabbing for Trent’s and that’s when you felt sick.

“Marc, I can’t do this. I am so stupid.” Your eyes filling with tears. You were drunk and emotional about your impending split. You soberly would trust Trent but you were overwhelmed and frankly overreacting but you needed to get out of there. You couldn’t stomach another girl touching him.

“Y/N” Marcel tried to grab you but you slipped away breaking out of the area. He didn’t follow you instead he adamantly stared at Trent with a ‘what the fuck’ expression.

“Look, you seem really nice..” Trent said with some sternness removing her hand from him quickly “…but I’m here with someone” he continued looking for you, only now catching Marcel's glare. Still unable to see you, Trent began to worry. He stood up briskly, making his way through his friends ignoring any remarks determined to find you immediately.

You had rushed into the hallway in tears trying to catch your breath before you kept walking to leave. What had happened? To no surprise but also to your disappointment your fool's paradise had crumbled around you.

“Hey, nah, none of this. Where you going” you heard echoing off the walls. You knew the voice, you knew who it was but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around, not with your swollen eyes and tear stained cheeks.

“Baby.. C’mere now” he said firmly, grabbing your wrist forcing you to turn to him. “No, no, no, please baby. Don’t do this. C’mere” he cooed, picking your chin up to make eye contact, his thumb brushing the tears from your skin. “Please beautiful.”

You started to cry again a little more.

“T, why are you dragging this out with me?Just let me go, it hurts too much already and you’re still here.” You wept.

“Y/N” he said harshly before his lips crashed into yours, passionately making out, pressing you up against the wall before you pulled away.

“T, don’t. I get that this..” you gestured to your bodies, “works but my heart is breaking here so please.” You were practically begging but his lips stayed attached to your neck.

“Baby, I’m not breaking anything, I’m not letting you go, I’m here with you, alright?” He whispered against your skin.

“Baby..” you whined “what about...” You wanted to ask about the girl but you already were looking embarrassingly desperate and your drunk logic didn’t really make sense anymore.

“Don’t even go there… I told her I was with you, pretty girl.” He cooed with a goofy smile now placing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Yeah?” You questioned returning the kiss, falling into a heavier makeout before Trent pulled you into an unspecified room.

He broke the kiss trying to inspect where you two had ended up, a maintenance closet of sorts, both of you heavily breathing, his forehead rested against yours, before his lips were back on your neck.

“I just didn’t want to bother you tonight…” you tried to explain your distance ultimately causing the miscommunication.

“This face…” he said stroking his thumb over your cheekbone “will never bother me. Don’t leave my side when we’re out, yeah?” He said as your hands slid under his shirt, twisting the material higher up to show more and more of his abs. His lips were still on your neck, his teeth nipped at your soft skin. His mouth slowly moved down your neck shoving your shirt up now over your boobs giving him a rushed but full view of them before placing his mouth on your exposed skin. You pulled him off though pushing him up against the door before working your lips down his body.

“T, don’t leave me” You said regarding tonight at this bar but also in the grander sense. You had made your way down to Trent’s shorts looking up at him with a sinister look. You quickly fumbled around pulling his now hard cock out, placing him almost immediately in your mouth.

“Fuck…” he groaned.

You took as much of him as you possibly could. Trent’s groans filled the maintenance room as you licked down his shaft, before moving your mouth back up. His hands gripped your hair, growing tighter as you continued to bob up and down vigorously. You moved one of your hands to squeeze his balls, you knew his orgasm was fast approaching, by his ragged breath. Given your location, you picked up your pace slightly, your jaw now aching, feeling more and more lightheaded, as much as you were enjoying this you couldn’t stay in this room long. Trent knew that too so he pushed your head a little more so all of his cock was in your mouth. You gagged slightly before feeling his release shoot into the back of your throat. You swallowed obediently.

“All mine” Trent moaned, almost completely breathless as you pulled off of him. You stuck your tongue out a little to show him how good you did for him.

“Oh my fucking god, baby, it’s insane you think I’d try to leave you.” He joked but the sentiment was incredibly serious.

“T” you cooed looking up at him through your lashes. He reached out grabbing under your arms pulling you into him while he tried to adjust himself back in his shorts.

“We should go beautiful.” He said kissing the top of your head. “You want to head home or stay out, anything you want, yeah?”

“Anywhere with you T.” You confirmed sweetly.

“Perfect, perfect girl” he said with a kiss to your lips, pulling you out the door into the hall. The pair of you snuck back into the area where the boys were. Some of them had paired off with the girls from earlier, the remaining seemed to be enamored in various conversations although your return didn’t go unnoticed.

“All good?” Tyler looked at you with a smug smile. You and Trent weren’t exactly as discreet as you thought. Your eyes a bit watery not from sad tears, Trent’s face flushed. You shyly giggled squeezing on Trent’s arm.

“You all good? Hmm?” You cooed a question looking at Trent knowing what just ensued made him feel pretty good.

“Yeah, yeah, better than ever.” Trent said, unable to hide his grin.

“Subtly is not a strong suit of either of yours” Tyler joked.

“Wasn’t trying to be. What you want to drink, baby?” Trent snapped at his brother before affectionately asking you.

“Mmm whatever you think, T” you said staring into his eyes, completely enamored and obsessed before placing a sultry kiss behind his ear.

“Sit with them till I get back” he suggested, his hand pressing low on your back, hand dipping into the waist of your skirt. Leaning closer to your ear so only you could hear he began to whisper…

“Don’t fucking think for a second I’m not coming right back to you after you had my cock down your throat tonight. Be a good girl and wait for me, baby.” His lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. It occurred to Trent that maybe security and transparency was something you were looking for from him so he was going to tell you exactly what he was thinking and that definitely including his dick in your mouth.

You went and sat on a couch next to one of Trent’s friends trying to hide a stupid smile before he nudged your thigh.

“Earlier… He wouldn’t do that. Not to anyone, definitely not to you Y/N.” He said with a sincere smile. “Not you” he repeated

It was incredibly kind to try to ease your mind about what he watched unfold earlier. It was also unnecessary given what Trent had just whispered in your ear but he didn’t know that. He just wanted to reassure you and you appreciated it.

“Yeah? Thanks. When I think too much it just feels a little far-fetched, the whole thing.” The honest response fell out. You were a little buzzed, very emotional, and a bit dizzy from the night.

“Yeah, it’s insane for sure” he laughed “but he’s also serious though. It’s not that far-fetched. I don’t know you but he’s not fucking around, I promise.” He spoke to you candidly before Trent came back over with two drinks. It made you feel better Trent was being authentic not only to you but in front of his friends too.

“For you beautiful” Trent returned, handing you a drink.

“Thank you, T” you cooed. He leant down pushing his lips out waiting for a kiss in return. You giggled pressing your lips to his, your hand cupping his cheek before he pulled you up taking your seat placing you on his lap. His friend gave you a smug knowing look, confirming exactly what he was saying a moment ago… Trent was serious.

“Absolute melt” Tyler mused poking fun at Trent’s desperation to please you. Little did he know you were quite literally on your knees for his brother.

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daisyblog · 3 months

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Too Young Masterlist Summary: Louis, YN and Arthur celebrate Christmas and Louis Birthday.

Based on this request.

Christmas began a little earlier for the Styles family. YN, Louis and Arthur were spending Louis birthday and Christmas Day with the Tomlinsons. So they had decided to start Christmas earlier this year.

As the family of three arrive at YN’s Mums cosy cottage, Louis opens the backseat door for Arthur to jump out. Arthur wastes no time running up the gravelled path to greet his grandmother, who was waiting at the door with a big cuddle ready for him. With bags of gifts in their hands, YN and Louis follow closely behind smiling warmly at the precious moment.

Anne wrapped her youngest baby in a big cuddle before spotting Louis behind her.

“Louis!”. Anne wastes no time pulling him into her arms and holding him tight. “You’re looking more handsome every time I see you!”.

“Hey!” YN spoke before Louis could respond. “He’s mine…go find your own boyfriend!” YN teased her Mum, both laughing. A proud smirking covering Louis face as he tried to hide his blush.

YN and Louis both walked further into Anne’s house, hearing some loud commotion coming from the cosy room. Indicating that the rest of the Styles and their extended family were already there.

“Uncle Harry…put…me…down!” Arthur said in between laughing, as Harry had scooped him up over his shoulder. Spinning around in circles holding onto his nephew tight.

“I can’t hear you!” Harry pretended as he still spun in a circle. “Did you say to spin faster?”.

“NOOOOOO!”. The little blonde shouted, trying to wiggle out of Harry’s grip.

“Harry put him down before you make the poor boy sick.” Anne scolded her son, with a teasing eye roll.

Harry placed Arthur back down so his two feet were safely one the ground. "Grandma's no fun, is she?". He teased, a smirk covering his face as he looked over at his Mum, before going to greet his sister and Louis.

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It was a tradition for the Styles’ to go on a walk through the fields at Christmas. After dinner was consumed, they all huddled up into their coats, hats and walking shoes and headed off on their winter walk.

Gemma, Michal and Arthur led the way in front of the group, the mini Louis holding both their hands as they walked. YN and Louis walked slightly behind, Louis’s arm wrapped around her shoulder.

Anne and Harry stayed behind, Anne admiring her family and soaking in the time before three of them had to leave. Anne linked her arm through Harry’s as she made the most of having her son home, knowing he was jetting off for a holiday in a few days.

“I always worried about YN when you were all growing up.”. Anne spoke quietly, the sound of their feet hitting the harsh ground covering her voice. “She wore her heart on her sleeve…always seemed to get her heartbroken.”. The sound of YN and Louis laughing in front of them caused Anne to pause. “But I’m glad she’s found someone like Louis.”.

“They’re good for eachother.”. Harry agreed. "I'm glad things have worked out for them".

"My two girls are content and happy, just you now my boy!". Anne nudged her son as they continued to walk through the trees.

“Louis asked me and Dad if he could ask her to marry him.”. Harry announced wanting to take the attention and conversation away from himself.

Anne let out a loud gasp, Harry shushing her before the others could hear. “Really? When is he going to ask her? Does he have the ring yet? I hope you said yes!”.

But a smaller version of Louis came running up to them. "Uncle Harry! Look there's a swing on the tree, come and push me!".

"Uncle duty calls!". Harry cheekily looked at his mother knowing how frustrated she would be not getting the answers to her questions.

"Later!" Anne shouted back to Harry as he ran towards the tree with Arthur's hand in his.

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Whilst the rest of the house were still asleep, and Arthur was playing with his new toys in the living room, YN was making the most of the quiet time before they headed off later in the afternoon to see Louis' family.

As YN was buttering some toast for Arthur, she felt two hands snake around her waist and a chin lean on her shoulder. "G'morning!". Louis's heavy accent spoke into her ear, before leaving a small pecks down her exposed neck making YN lean into his touch.

Turning around in Louis arms, YN wrapped her arms around his neck whilst his stayed around her waist. "Good morning to you too!". YN pecked his lips quickly. "Someone's happy considering it's early.".

Louis lips nibbled lightly up YN's neck before he answered her. "Hmm..well it's my birthday tomorrow and there's only one thing I want.".

YN tilted her head to the side, a cheeky grin plastered all over face. "And what would that be?".

"You!". Louis simply answered, before adding "And me, in bed..naked!".

YN raised her eyebrows at Louis request. "Oh really?".

"Mhmm!". Louis' cheesy smile appeared, before he leaned forward slightly capturing her lips with his. Their lips moved together effortlessly, almost afraid that if they broke apart they would never touch each other again.

Lost in the heated moment, their lips still attached, neither of them heard the heavy footsteps that approached them. "Good morning to you too!".

The couple jumped apart at the sound of Harry's voice entering the kitchen, a slight pink shade covered Louis cheeks at the realisation that Harry had caught them lost in the moment. YN let out a little giggle at Louis' shy expression as he grabbed the plate of toast and went to find Arthur.

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“Happy Birthday Dad!” Arthur came running into the bedroom where Louis and YN were still sleeping.

Louis sat up slightly, rubbing his eyes with his finger nuckles at the brightness of the early morning sky. “Thanks little lad!”.

YN stirred from her place next to Louis at the sound of their voices. “Morning squish!”. She cuddled Arthur. “Happy Birthday babe!”. YN brought her hand up to Louis' cheek, a sweet gesture as Arthur was still cuddled between them.

"Nanny Jen has made you a cake..I helped..I licked the spoon.". A little voice revealed, a little too excited to celebrate Louis’ birthday and Christmas.

Louis was greeted with a birthday breakfast spread, balloons and banners covering the walls and dotted around his grandparents house, cards and gifts were placed neatly in the corner of the living area ready for him to open and his sisters, their partners and grandparents shouting ‘Happy Birthday’ as the three walked into the room.

After a day of birthday celebrations for Louis, where Arthur had consumed too much chocolate cake and Louis was overwhelmed by the love he had around him on his birthday, especially when YN and Arthur had surprised him with a family holiday for next year and matching Manchester United t shirts, Lottie had arranged for them to all wear matching pyjamas with their names engraved.

“Oh don’t you look sexy in your pj’s!” YN teased Louis as she gently pulled at the material, both alone in the kitchen.

“Oi don’t take the piss!” Louis playfully warned as he pulled her by the waist so their chests met. “They’ll look even better on the floor later.”.

Louis dipped his head to kiss her lips, the two soaking up the quiet moment of having a minute to themselves. But a voice once again interrupted them.

“Uh get a room you two!” Phoebe teased as she walked in to pinch a sandwich from the spread on the kitchen island. YN and Louis only turned to look at each other at the irony of the comment, as it was only a few years ago that Phoebe was the one teasing them with a mistletoe.

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Christmas was always a bittersweet moment for the Tomlinsons after losing two special people, but the older siblings always made sure to make the day extra festive and fun for the younger twins, Arthur and Lucky.

The younger children woke just after seven, and excitedly make sure to wake the whole house shouting that it was Christmas.

Their little fingers had ripped all the wrapping paper off as they were in a hurry to see what was underneath. No matter how old Arthur got, YN and Louis still loved to see how happy and excited he got every year.

After a crazy morning, opening gifts and playing with their new toys, the Tomlinsons all gathered around the large table for dinner. Arthur insisted he sat next to Lucky so he could pull the Christmas crackers with him, and being a good big cousin let the little toddler win.

Once dinner had been consumed, they all waves goodbye to Doris and Ernie who sadly had to go home. But that didn’t spoil Arthur’s fun.

Arthur had decided to put Lucky in the toy pram to push up and down the room, causing the toddler to chuckle, which only encouraged him to do it more.

The cousins then sat together to play on Arthur new mixing toy, the older boy showing Lucky how to move the disks and Lottie capturing the cute moment on her phone.

“Mum, Dad…look we’re like DJ’s!”. Arthur shouted to his parents, who were cuddled up on the sofa, but to his surprise they were fast asleep as Louis held YN in his arms.

“I’m not surprised they’re sleeping…sounded like they were up all night!”. Daisy teased, and made everyone laugh.

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katsu28 · 10 months

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hi darling what about spider flower w rooster 🫡 xo @familyvideostevie

hi baby thank u for this request u are my angel <3

spider flower: a joke about getting eloped turning serious, bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader, 1k

You weren’t exactly sure how the topic of marriage came up tonight. Maybe it was the effect of the wine, maybe it was the sheer bliss of being snuggled up in your boyfriend’s arms on the couch. Maybe it was the romcom you’d mindlessly turned on but neither of you were really paying attention to. Maybe it was the fact that right here, right now, with Bradley, you could see your whole future laid out in front of you.

Your relationship wasn’t new by any means, but still seemed ages away from even thinking about getting married. Not that it stopped you from thinking about it. In fact, you thought about it a lot.

Every time he brought you coffee and croissants when he came home from his morning run, the thought of weekend breakfasts and lounging around in bed with him crossed your mind. Whenever he burst through the door after work with a loud “Honey I’m home!!!”, you felt a warmth bloom in your chest at the prospect of possibly hearing it for the rest of your life. Every time you bumped elbows while brushing your teeth at the sink and he tried to kiss you with toothpaste still in his mouth, you thought about forever and ever with the love of your life.

So yeah, you thought about it often. You just didn’t know that Bradley had been too.

“Why would the bride say she was okay with the flower arrangement her mom chose when she really wasn’t?” Bradley wondered out loud, more to himself than anything. He was squinting at the screen all confused when you looked up at him, pinched brow almost comical had his question not been entirely serious.

“Sometimes it’s just easier to let your mom have her way than go against her.” You replied. You understood the complications of mothers and daughters far too well.

“But it’s your wedding day, you should be able to have a say in what you want or don’t want.”

“Maybe it’s not that simple?”

“Wedding planning seems too stressful.” Bradley sighed, rubbing an idle hand down your arm. "We should just elope when the time comes for us.” He chuckled at his own joke and went back to watching the movie like he hadn’t just dropped a massive bomb on the conversation.

Those words lit a spark in you that you didn’t know was there and you sat up, letting the blanket fall from around your shoulders as you turned to face him. This was by far your favorite version of him, soft and sweet and relaxed and yours. It was a side of Bradley only you got to see, one that only made an appearance every time he stepped through the door of your shared home. He wasn’t Lieutenant Bradshaw, he wasn’t Rooster, he was just…Bradley. Your Bradley.

You wanted this Bradley and every other version of him forever. You’d known that long ago, probably since your first date, when he showed up at your doorstep with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand and no way of knowing he’d randomly picked the perfect type.

He just tilted his head at you, brows furrowed in confusion. “What’s up?”

“Why not do it now?”

“Do what?”

“Elope. Get married. Right now.”

“Are you—are you serious?”

“Were you not?”

“No, no, I was. I am.” He insisted, propping himself up on the cushions. His mustache twitched the way it always did when he was fighting a smile as he reached for your hand. “I just…I didn’t think you wanted to get married so soon. Or like, at all. Is that stupid to say?”

You shook your head profusely. “Not stupid at all. We’ve never really talked about marriage and shit, you’re right. But I gotta tell you, I think about marrying you all the time.”

“Really?”

You nodded. “Really.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” He said softly, bringing your hand up to his face and kissing your palm. “Tomorrow morning, first thing. I think we just need some paperwork and we should be all set. I’ll take care of all of it.”

“We’re getting married?” You could barely contain the grin bursting its way across your face at the idea of it all.

“We’re getting married, sweetheart!” He echoed. You let out a noise you could only describe as one of pure joy, flinging your arms around his neck. He caught you against his chest with ease, pressing his lips against yours in the sweetest of kisses that you reciprocated immediately.

You were ready for your happy ever after with the love of your life.

That was how you ended up at the courthouse the next morning, hand in hand with your soon to be husband as you waited to be called to go before the judge. Bradley’s thumb rounded out circles against the top of your hand, but it did nothing to soothe your jumpy nerves.

You’d get holy hell from your family for eloping, you were sure of it, but you didn’t care. All you needed was Bradley and you’d be just fine in life. That much you knew.

“Hey,” He murmured, knocking his knee against yours. You pried your gaze from the marble floor to meet his reassuring one. “You okay? Got quiet on me there.” You managed a small nod. “We don’t have to do this right now. I promise I won’t be offended if you don’t wanna.”

“No,” you shook your head. “No. We’re doing this. I want to do this, I wanna marry you. I want to be your wife.”

Bradley let out a whistle, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. “My wife. Man, that sounds too good to be true. Can hardly even believe it. You…my wife.”

“You better believe it, Bradshaw.”

“I love you.” He said, so simple and so sweet like he was saying ‘I am alive’.

And in a way, it was true. Loving and being loved by Bradley Bradshaw felt like being alive in every single aspect of the word. It was thrilling and comforting and exciting and relaxing, all wrapped up into one.

Then someone called your names from inside the courtroom, and you grinned at him, squeezing his hand tightly once more before standing.

“Let’s do this?”

“Let’s fucking do this.”

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Perfect rings

Based on this idea with the ring from Purple Hearts.

The one where Hangman makes sure everyone knows you’re his with the perfect rings.

Roosters version Young Maverick versio

There were three things Jake Seresin was sure of

1. He was the best damn aviator in the navy

2. He was hot shit

3. You were his

No ifs and or buts about it, if you were at home he’d leave out one of his shirts from his top gun graduation for you to wear. He’d moan and dramatically fall back on the couch pulling you with him everytime he saw his last name sitting proudly against your chest.

It was a busy Saturday night at the hard deck Jake kept you tucked closely to his side rubbing his thumb against your hip. everyone knew not to approach Hangman’s girl at last they face his wrath. Nothing set him off like a man touching what was his.

“I’m going to go get another drink.” You spoke leaning up pressing a quick kiss to his jaw. Immediately taking his attention away from the game off pool. “I’ll get it darlin, stay here.” Phoenix rolled her eyes at his antics, with a fond smile loving seeing the cocky pilot turn into a softy for you. Pushing yourself out of his grip before he could leave. “I think I’ll survive for a few minutes.” Laughing at his pout you made your way to the bar, Jake watching from the corner of his eye, flipping off the laughing pilots behind him.

You hadn’t been at the bar waiting for more than two minutes before someone took the barstool next to you, shooting you a what was probably an attempt at a charming smile. “Hello beautiful, the names Rick.” You politely smiled shaping his outstretched hand mentally hurrying Penny. You know the saying ‘going from zero to a hundred’ well Your pilot counterpart idles at 70, and you knew if he saw the young sailor he’d flip.

Hangman who was indeed watching the overly confident sailor put a hand on your back moved to take a step in your direction. Getting pulled back by Rooster.

“She’s got it man look.” Nodding his head back In your direction, hangman’s eyes followed. He saw you shake your head and point over your shoulder to where you left Jake, who was glaring daggers at the man. You couldnt help but shake your head fondly as you made your way back over to your bristled boyfriend.

“Easy soldier, at ease.” You laughed wrapping your arms around his neck directing his attention back to you. His green eyes lit up at your laugh. “You make a friend?” The caveman in him spoke before he could stop it. You ran your fringes through the short hair ay the nape of his neck. “No, I told him i had a very scary boyfriend that could drop a missel on his house from his fighter jet.”

“Good girl” Jake calmed, chuckling as he took one hand from your hip and pulled off his dogtags and draped them around your neck, something he did everytime he felt someone got to close. “Rooster watch my girl, I’ll be back.” Whispering that last part against the your forehead giving it a peck before he walked off. Rooster swooped in before you could see where he was heading.

“Come on, its your turn.” You took the outstretched pool cue and quickly got distracted with Bob and Phoenix, while Rooster shook his head watching Hangman and a few other pilots throwing out the sailor. “Softy.”

Not to long after you felt arms wrap around your waist pulling you back into a warm chest. “Ready to get out of here?”

“Honey I’m home!” Jakes southern accent echoed throughout the house his smile widening finding you in the kitchen. “Hey, honey.” You mocked his earlier words. Pulling him down to meet your lips by the chain around his neck. He hummed against your lips pulling you closer into him.

“Just put dinner in the oven go take a shower and we can watch a movie while we wait.” You breathed noses rubbing against each others. As he nodded, pulling your left hand to his mouth pressing one last kiss your ring, “Yes ma’am, love ya.” He winked before following orders.

And that’s why when he knew he wanted to marry you he went and got the biggest diamond they had in the store, makes a statement on your pretty little hand that your taken care of, but even then he felt it wasn’t enough didn’t scream His like he wanted. Then it hit him, stumbling out of the shower, barley having time to pull on grey sweats in his haste to the garage, rushing right past you.

Taking the necessary tools from his took set he stripped the still dripping chain off his neck. If anything would scream you belonged to him it was this. Quickly connecting the chain back together making a small loop he wondered back into the living room head held high.

“Uh hi?” You laughed despite your confusion seeing a damp shirtless Jake standing over you, a cocky smile on his face as he dropped down on one knee, grabbing your hand. “Still wanna be my forever girl?” He asked.

You wordlessly nodded not knowing where he was going with this until he pushed the chain ring on you finger settling it righ next to the diamond. Jumping up to join you on the couch, man handling you to lay in front of him as he pulled you close mindlessly playing with your ring finger loving his new addition.

“You are the most possessive man I’ve ever met.” You laughed feeling his chest rumble behind you, “And you’re stuck with me forever sweetness.”

Hey hope you guys liked it hangman was one of my favorites from the movie I’d you liked it check our Roosters version young Mavericks version is coming soon

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abilouwrites · 6 months

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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

Mat Barzal x fem!oc reader

Series Masterlist

Two

I dont like when guys ask me out, because the answer is always no. And the answer never changes; and I doubt it ever will. My coworkers are all married or in a relationship with someone even at the bookstores. Hell, the sixteen-year old has had a boyfriend longer than I've been working there.

For a time I believed it to be asexuality, but thats not what it was. I still think; dream and hope for someone to love me, but thats just what I don't want. I used to be able to see myself getting married to someone; when I was nine and didn't know how horrible my parents marriage was to each other.

When I was nineteen I thought something was wrong with me, I was stuck in the thought that I was unloveable. I want to date; dating would be fun. But dating leads to marriage and to me. Marriage means being trapped, and I don’t do being trapped.

The guy from last week comes in again, a little more flushed and with a friend this time. He’s nervously chewing his lip and looking over at his friend for reassurance, “no dude, chicks dig Romeo and Juliet, I’m sure that’ll get you a yes” I overhear a tall bald guy say as he assuringly pats or slaps the brunettes back.

His hands are shaking as he gently places the hardback copy of Romeo and Juliet, “just this” he quietly mumbles looking down at the cover, “have you read it?”

“Yeah, a few times but I’ve never been to fond of that kinda romance” I reply as what I assume his friend shakes his shoulder in a brocode way I have yet to understand.

“Really?” His voice pitches up, “w-what you uh— uh why?” He frantically questions his entire face pales

“Uh oh, I really hope you’re not setting a date on Romeo and Juliet for christs sake” I murmur, “not speaking for every girl but, it felt too quick. How can you know if you really love someone in just barely a week” I clarify, “I just” I shrug not finishing my thought, “do you still want to get it?”

“Uh.. maybe” he looks down and taps his thumbs against the counter, “what romance books do you recommend?”

I grin, wide and toothy because this is my favorite question and thing to ever talk about, “oh boy am I glad you asked. Liz, will you cover me?” I request and she nods.

I take his hand and lead him to the classics, Jane Austen, Emily Brönte, Charles Dickens. “A lot of these are like classic books but Jane Austen is really the one you want to woo a girl”

“I’m very positive no one says ‘woo’ anymore” his friend juts in and Mat as I remember faintly; gives him a dirty look.

“Whatever. Pride and prejudice is my all time favorite” I say; gently pulling my baby out of her shelf.

“Wow.. I think my sister’s made me see the movie” He faintly says; I can barely hear anything over the beat of my heart.

“Which version?” I ask nervously

“I think the 2005 version” and I almost sigh in relief, “is that good”

“Very. Very good”

He smiles at me and his friend nods as I lead them back to the register, “that’s everything right?” I ask scanning the books

“Yes, uh yeah” He smiles nervously and goes back to chewing his lip, “you know how the uh New Jersey Devils are playing against the Islanders tomorrow night?” He asks handing me his card

“Yeah… Why?”

“I uh, I’ve got by the ice tickets and I was gonna have one of my friends come with me but he— his wife just had their baby so you know.. and you like hockey and I like hockey so it might be— nice if you wanted to go with me?” He blabs out, nearly gasping for breath after finishing, then he continues, “you don’t have to come— obviously I know it’s last minute and you probably have plans with someone or uh yeah..”

“No.. I don’t have plans tomorrow night”

“Great— I mean not great that you don’t have plans but great that you can come with me” He nervously chides

I laugh and smile, “I would really, really love to go to the game with you” I confess.

“Yay, just uh do you get breaks?” He asks

“Yeah, I’m just about due for a break”

We stand outside together; his poor friend long forgotten, “what’s going on?” I ask sitting at one of the small tables and drinking some tea.

“Ok uh, I..” He flushed and puts his head in his hands, “I won’t be sitting with you.. I’ll be on the ice…”

“Oh. Wait what?” I ask, looking up at him as he tangles his hands into his hair, “what do you mean you won’t be sitting with me?”

“I’m not just a hockey fan. I play. Hockey I play on the Islanders.. those who have girlfriends or wives get to invite them to games and I know we’re not- I’m not implying that but uh you like hockey and I thought it might be nice” he chokes out

“Ok so— what?” I gasp out, “I didn’t think you were much a joker” I’m fighting back laughter

“I’m serious”

“Oh”

“Its totally fine if you don’t want to come anymore but uh. Yeah” he shrugs rubbing his eyes nervously and chewing his lip cracked.

“I mean.. I haven’t been to a game in a while… so.. yeah that would be nice” I shrug

He sighs a big sigh and nearly flips the table with his weight before righting it.

“Can I get your number then? So I can pick you up.. I’ll bring you a jersey” He requests sliding his phone out

“Yea” I pick his phone up and type my number in, setting my contact name and typing in a hello with his name.

“I will see you.. at 5 thirty ish?” He asks, “and don’t worry about eating before, actually maybe eat a bit but I want to take you out to dinner after”

I smile and brush my hair out of my face, “should I wear leggings? Jeans?”

“Uh.. long pants probably, jeans would look good”

“Thank you, I will see you tomorrow night”

“It’s a date”

And I don’t have the heart to tell him that it’s not.. because I’m too scared to fall in love. Or to even risk it.

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sarahs-secrets2 · 1 year

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Summertime Sadness ˋ♡ˊ

request here! make sure you check out @alewesker version of this song here as well!

based on Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey

gn!reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: tad angst/happy ending, other than that none!!

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The air was warm, the humidity was making your skin sticky as you leaned back onto your hands on the grassy hill. Phillip’s hands grazed yours as he leaned back to join you. Although you two had been dating since freshman year, there was a new awkwardness between you both tonight as the sun set over the hills.

“Did you get in?” his voice just barely above a whisper as he tilted his head to face you. Your fingers picked at the grass trying to avoid his eyes. Phillip, making this impossible, snuck his finger under your chin and lifted your head up to face him. “I won't be mad, promise,” he smiled trying to reassure you. You lifted your hips slightly pulling an envelope out of your back pocket and handing it to him. Your eyes dropped almost immediately, too scared to see his reaction.

You were already well aware you were accepted and with a great scholarship too. It was too good to pass up. Phillip’s eyes scanned the envelope and unfolded it, you can see his eyes skimming across the words. “Babe, this is amazing, congrats,” his hand dropped to your thigh giving it a tight squeeze. “Are you going?”

“I think so,”

“Oh, okay,” he paused to think for a moment, “We can meet up on the weekends, and you can maybe visit me or I can visit you when I get a chance… I’m not sure how lenient the military is but we can make it work,” he rambled on.

“Phil,”

“Plus we have all of summer, and then the holidays too,”

“Phillip,” you said a bit louder to get him to stop. He looked up, catching your eyes, he knew what was coming. You both did. “It’s too much for us, it’s too much for me,”

“We can make it work,”

“I’ll be halfway across the country, and you’re going into the military,” you huffed out, “I won't even be able to text you about my day, I can't do that,” tears brimmed your eyes as you thought about the idea.

“Hey don't cry beautiful,” despite the single tear rolling down his cheek, he offered a smile. “We’ll find each other again, yeah?” This time you were unable to answer as a steady stream of tears flowed down your cheeks. Phillip pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you tightly and placing a small kiss on your forehead.

The two of you lay on the grassy hill way past the sunset, the sky littered with stars and pale moonlight lit up the surrounding area. “We should probably head home,” you mumbled into his chest as you snuggled closer trying to savor the moment.

“Just a few more minutes please,” Phillip whispered back, his hand lightly stroking your hair as he looked up at the sky. Time passed and you both finally decided it was time to go, which meant it was time to say goodbye. Phillip helped you up off the grass and pulled you in for one last hug. “See you soon yeah?”, you nodded despite not knowing when soon was. He pulled you in, giving you a final kiss goodbye before you both went your separate ways.

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It had been years since Phillip Graves had crossed your mind, a high school boyfriend long forgotten along with your childhood. That was until you were back home visiting your parents and running some errands when you saw a vaguely familiar blonde-headed man in the store.

Your stomach churned at the idea of seeing him again, not that things ended badly, but the nerves of seeing the man everyone thought you were going to marry in person again. In an attempt to avoid him, you wove through the aisles and kept your head down. Hoping you lost him you stopped at the produce section, skimming through the apples trying to pick the best one.

“Well look who it is,” the southern drawl burned your ears as you flinched lightly at the sound. Your attempt of going unnoticed massively failed as he seemed to find you.

“Phillip, hi,” you smiled politely, unsure how to act. He carried a small basket as he smiled back at you.

Phillip Graves looked good, better than you remember him looking. He sported a blue button-up, rolled up to his elbows, and the perfect shade of dark blue jeans. His dirty blonde hair was styled in a way to make it look like he didn't care, but you knew he did. The longer you looked, taking in the older Phillip, the more you noticed. The current standout was the long scar that stretched from his ear to his cheek. Always the fighter you thought to yourself.

“You look…” he drifted off trying to find the words, “Amazin’ wow,”

“You too Phil, you look great. How have you been? Still in the military, I presume?”

“Oh you know it doll,” he chuckled as he let the pet name roll off his tongue, just like old times. You felt your face heat up as he continued on. “Been good I guess, better now that I’m seein’ you. Whaddya doin’ back home?” he rubbed his jaw as he spoke.

“Just visiting my parents, had to run some errands for them,” you shrugged as you motioned towards the cart filled with groceries.

“Tell them I said ‘hi’ won't ya,”

“I will, I’m sure they'd love to hear from you,”

You both let out a small chuckle before silence fell between the two of you again. Phillip’s eyes soften as he gave you a sympathetic smile, almost as sorry for not keeping in touch all these years. Returning the smile, your eyes darted to the ground as you felt tears forming. Quickly you tried to dry your eyes before any of the tears could escape.

“Hey, hey,” Phillip walked closer to you, rubbing your shoulder. “It’s okay, I'm here. What's wrong?”

“It’s nothing, I’m just being silly,” you tried to laugh it off but you forgot how well he knew you. It was almost as if you were back on that grassy hill as Phillip snuck his fingers under your chin, lifting your head up to face him. Those damn blue eyes were always able to ground you, no matter how upset you were.

“You can tell me,” his voice was soft as if you two were the only ones around.

“Phil, we’re in a grocery store,” as his hand dropped from your face you were quick to react, grabbing it and giving it a light squeeze. “I’m okay, promise. Just happy to see you is all,”

“I want to say I believe you darlin’ but I just can't,” he chuckled, squeezing your hand back. He paused for a moment before speaking again, still holding your hand. “How ‘bout this, let’s get dinner, catch up? Not in the grocery store,”

“I would like that very much,”

“Then it’s a date,” he lifted your hand up placing a small kiss to the back of it, “I’ll pick you up at 8,”

“I’ll see you then Phillip Graves,”

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So obviously I love just how much LGBTQ+ media exists now, and how much media has LGBTQ+ characters in it, but something Gen Z and later generations will never experience is being so desperate for anything that you end up finding the weirdest gay indie movies imaginable, watching them once at 2 am and then never seeing them again, and being haunted by the half remembered plots because you cannot for the life of you track them down again

So I would like to give you that experience vicariously through two of the ones I watched over a decade ago. If you recognize these please let me know I would love to track them down

The first was about this French gay dude in America who was marrying a lesbian friend to get a green card, and his boyfriend is like

“Hey babe my sibling is coming to town and going to stay with us.”

And the French guy goes “That seems like a bad idea, on account of you telling me that every time they come into town they become super toxic and make you the worst version of yourself and ruin your life.”

And the boyfriend is like “Ok but what are the odds that would happen again.”

The sibling I’m going to use they/them for because in an example of wonderful handling of trans characters, this person continually changes their mind about their gender, which is fine, except they keep managing to get full sex change surgeries every time it happens which is absolutely wild to me because it’s implied they have fully transitioned multiple times. They come into town having had a full MTF transition to the point of both top and bottom surgery and hormones but they’ve decided they’re a man again so they want a place to crash while they have a full FTM transition and I feel like I vividly remember them saying something about finding a doctor who can make them a pair of testicles. Like, specifically testicles was what they brought up, no other bits, this doctor apparently only made and attached artificial testicles and this character decided to start there

So naturally they start isolating the boyfriend from everyone by convincing him that everyone is out to get him and his French boyfriend sucks and is holding him back to the point that the boyfriend I’m pretty sure starts physically abusing the French guy along with other emotional abuse

And the story culminates in the two of them tipping off immigration about the green card marriage and literally get this dude deported, like he is handcuffed and put into a car and taken away, and also probably screwing over the lesbian friend who had agreed to marry him after the boyfriend had asked her to do it to help them

And as the car is driving away the boyfriend looks at the sibling and gives a “Nuh uh, I’m done with you” head shake and starts chasing after the car the French dude is in only to be hit by a different car and presumably killed

And that’s it, that’s the movie

The second is probably my favorite half remembered middle of the night gay movie

It’s about two lesbian friends who seem to be trying out dating each other to see if the relationship would work, and they end up meeting a group of BDSM lesbians who go “Uh, didn’t anyone tell you that lesbians don’t do monogamy anymore? We’re all polyamorous and have BDSM subculture personalities that we live in 24/7, that’s the only way to be a lesbian”

(Side note I don’t think this movie is actually bad about BDSM or polyamory stuff, it’s more about how people just coming out can easily get sucked into doing what they think they should and end up unhappy and over their heads in order to fit what a “real [X] person” looks or acts like. The characters who legitimately enjoy the lifestyle seem to be written in a good way based off my 10+ year old memory of my single viewing)

So the two lesbians decide that one is going to full time be a Daddy personality and the other will be a Little Girl personality, and they can sleep with whoever they want except the Daddy one can’t sleep with a different Little Girl or vice versa because that’s cheating

And this movie was so good because these two had 100% no knowledge of what they were actually supposed to do in BDSM situations and just kept acting like they did and the people in the scenes were like “… Ok, I guess I’ll trust you’re going somewhere with this?” and they never were, they were always just stalling for time

The best example is when the Little Girl one met a butch sub who was a Little Boy, I guess, and she wanted to do a three way with the Little Boy and the Daddy, and again they take things pretty literally so in the scene they’re like “ok you’re my dad and this is my son so that means you’re his grandpa.” And the Daddy one again has no idea what to do when genuinely faced with an experienced sub so she goes “Um, let’s make him sit in a box?” so they get a comically small box and make the sub squat down in it but again they have no idea what to do next and it culminates in the Little Girl saying she’s being drawn between the Daddy one she had been into before all of this and the Little Boy one she just met which pisses off the Daddy one so she leaves, fully confusing the Little Boy sub who thought that was all part of the scene

And then the Daddy one decides if the other is gonna have a new person she will too and she finds a super experienced femme domme and tries to flirt by pretending to be a dog and bringing her something in her mouth and the femme domme is just like “Ok A. I know you’re not actually into this so I’m not going to do anything to you because you wouldn’t like it, but also B. Even if you were I am so far above your experience level you would not be able to take it. So WTF is your problem cut it out.”

And there’s like a BDSM spin the bottle where you kiss or smack or lick the boot of whoever you land on and the Daddy one kisses a different Little Girl which pisses of the original Little Girl so she storms off so the Daddy One fully sleeps with the second one, and then gets in a fight with the original one over how one cheated because she got with the same archetype as the other but the other also cheated because she actually got feelings for someone else

And somehow they resolve everything and the story ends with them turning this into a performance art piece. You don’t see the actual performance art, probably because the writers wanted them to get wild applause but couldn’t think of a performance art piece based on this that would actually earn wild applause so you just see them being applauded while wearing a bunch of ties and jackets and scarves and stuff to I guess symbolize them trying to be things they weren’t

And then you see the butch sub getting whipped or spanked or something by the femme domme to show that everyone got their happily ever after

Heartstopper is great and all but they just don’t make ‘em like that anymore

#again if anyone recognizes these please let me know I want to see how much of what I remember is correct #gay movies #gay media #queer movies #queer media

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kingdaddydaichi · 2 years

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meet the bakugous ⋆ pt. 3

⋆ pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader

⋆ cw/an: sfw, a little crack, we finally meet the parental units of the bakugou variety, remember what i said about overwriting?, yeah pt. 3 is 1.1k words but hopefully i've made it worth your while my loves

⋆ series navi: ← pt. 2 ⋆ pt. 3 ⋆ pt. 4 ->

It was early Sunday evening when Katsuki pulled up to his parents’ home - the home he’d grown up in. He hadn’t talked very much about his parents and when he did, the things he told you were about what you’d expect from a “normal” family. You were a little nervous, but the same couldn’t be said for your boyfriend.

He’d never taken a girl home to meet his parents before. His dad, he wasn’t worried about. It was his mom and her…intense personality that troubled him. She would embarrass him, that was a given. But just how far she would go made him beyond nervous. Agitated, actually. He even yelled at another driver in traffic on the way there. When you squeezed his hand he growled and rolled up the driver side window. “Sorry,” he grumbled, glancing over at you.

He’d considered turning down the invitation without even telling you about it, but he knew he’d never hear the end of it. And besides, he really was serious about you and knew saying no would just delay the inevitable. Might as well just do it and get it over with.

Katsuki had just closed the door behind you when you heard a loud “Katsuki!! S’that you?!”

“Yeah, Ma!” he yelled back.

The shuffle of slippered footsteps closed in fast and when you looked up from taking your shoes off, a small female version of Katsuki was beaming at you. She’s his mom?, you thought. She looks young enough to be his older sister. She was gorgeous.

“You must be (y/n)!” she said, clapping her hands together.

“Of course she is, old lady! Who the fuck else would she be?”

You bristled a bit at your boyfriend’s snide remark to his mom, but before you could so much as make eye contact with him you found yourself in the tight embrace of a mama bear. Any doubts you may have had about the authenticity of her perfect boobs were swiftly eradicated when they squished against you.

“It is so nice to finally meet you! Katsuki just went on and on about you the other day!”

Oh great, here we fuckin go, he thought.

She pulled away from you to get a better look at you, her hands still holding onto your upper arms as you exchanged pleasantries. Her long, thick eyelashes prompted you to make a mental note to talk Katsuki into letting you put makeup on him sometime.

“You are so pretty!” she beamed.

“Thank you,” you said, standing in reciprocal awe of Mitsuki Bakugou’s breathtaking beauty. “So are you!”

Her sparkling carmine eyes went as big as Katsuki’s head, her open grin splitting from ear to ear. She glanced over at her son then back at you. “Katsuki Bakugou, you better marry her!”

“Jesus, Ma! Shut up!” he gritted through clenched teeth. His heart, however, clenched at the way you and his mother took to each other like ducks to water, but even more so at the prospect of being your husband someday. It was something that had already crossed his mind a couple of times.

You heard the clearing of a throat and everyone turned to see Katsuki’s father standing there with a warm smile on his face. “Hi, (y/n), I’m Katsuki’s dad, but you can call me Masaru.” He gave you a shallow bow, which you returned with a deeper one.

“So nice to meet you, Mr. Bakugou.”

He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “No, really! Please call me Masaru.”

His wife agreed. “And call me Mitsuki!” She took you by the hand. “Come on in, I’ll give you a quick tour.”

“Dinner smells delicious!” you said, sniffing the air.

“Oh, Masaru does most of the cooking. Lucky for you, Katsuki inherited his father’s culinary skills.”

Father and son watched - the former smiling, the latter cringing - as you and Mitsuki disappeared around the corner, laughing.

Masaru noticed Katsuki’s stiff posture and gave him a reassuring pat on the back. “Relax, Katsuki.”

As they strolled into the living room together, Mitsuki’s voice rang out from the other end of the house. “And this is Katsuki’s old bedroom! We left his All Might posters up for when he comes home to visit!”

Masaru hazarded a look at his son and saw about what he expected: Katsuki’s beet red face twisted in something between rage and psychological pain.

“C’mon, son,” he sighed, clapping Katsuki's tense shoulder. “I’ll make us both drinks.”

At one point during dinner, Mitsuki made a strange comment. “Katsuki couldn’t keep either of the other girls he’s dated around long enough for me to meet them!”

Your boyfriend growled at his mother. “Shut the fuck up, Ma! I swear your mouth is bigger than your brain sometimes!”

It was a bit uncomfortable but when Mitsuki waved his outburst away you relaxed again.

“It’s just as well since it means I get to be with him now,” you said, reaching over and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Katsuki’s ears turned bright red. His parents had never seen him having an affectionate or intimate moment with anyone. A little bit of embarrassment and a whole lot of pride swelled in his chest knowing his mother was finally witnessing your love for him.

The best part was he hadn’t even told you about the harsh, disparaging things she had said to him over the years. She’d always told him that no woman in her right mind would want to be with him or put up with his shit.

But now here you were - someone she clearly adored - fawning over him, praising him, and saying how lucky you are to be with him. You didn’t even know you were proving her wrong, vindicating him in front of her very eyes.

Suck it, you old hag. You see that? You hearing this? (Y/n) loves me AND she’s fucking amazing, he thought with a sly grin on his face.

As far as you were concerned, dinner was lovely, as was your visit. Both his parents were incredibly sweet and made the fact that they approved of you more than apparent. Katsuki knew they would - you’re a beautiful human inside and out. Only a shitty idiot would think anything less of you.

But what did you think of them? He was anxious to find out. By all outward appearances you seemed to like them. But he knew how adept you were at social graces. What were your true impressions? He hoped to be with you for as long as you’d have him. He wanted you to love all the things that made him who he is, which, for better or worse, included his dysfunctional family.

As you and Katsuki walked out to his car, forced leftovers in hand, you smiled remembering Mitsuki’s words: “Katsuki Bakugou, you better marry her!”

← pt. 2 ⋆ pt. 4 ->

#katsuki my king 👑#katsuki #bakugou #bakugo #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo #katsuki x f!reader #bakugou x f!reader #bakugo x f!reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #mitsuki #masaru #mitsuki bakugou #mitsuki bakugo #masaru bakugou #masaru bakugo

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the-phantom-author · 6 months

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Having a boyfriend when u first meet Hasan…

You think you know what pining is? Yearning for someone? Not until you see him in this state.

Streamer/YouTuber/influencer!gf who is in a relationship (in my head it’s Calum Hood from 5 Seconds of Summer because I wanna be a rockstar!gf too) and you’re out one night, bored and looking around the room, may some industry party. Maybe it’s twitchcon and you brought your partner along

When you see Hasan your eyes light up because omg! It’s HasanAbi, youre moots, interact sometimes online but have never met! So you go to introduce yourself, slipping away from your boyfriend just for a minute.

When Hasan sees you, it’s just game over for him. Pack it up, it’s done, it’s you he wants. (He would never admit it but he loves watching every single video of yours, a makeup tutorial or a haul or whatever you’re into that he is definitely NOT into, he doesn’t care that it’s not about something he cares about. He just loves your videos, your vibe, your personality, etc.)

in his head when he sees you coming he’s like “shit shit shit shit she’s coming over do I look ok? I’m freaking out I need to breathe” and he’s in his own head so much he doesn’t even register you saying hello, he has to ask you what you said🫠🫠😓😓

You get into really talking about creating content and maybe some of the causes you advocate for and things you have in common when you feel your boyfriends hand wrap around your hip and ask if you’re ready to go😔😔😔😔😔

you introduce Hasan to him and Hasan goes “oh boyfriend? I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” 🫣🫤😵‍💫 he’s all embarrassed but he’s playing it off like he’s just curious and having a convo. Your bf is like “yeah, we love each other. Been together a long time. What like 6 years?” Bf turns to you and you nod, and Hasan asks “oh when’s your anniversary?” And your bf is like hemming and hawing, he literally can’t remember ?! You’re embarrassed and just turn to him like “really??”😒😒😒🤨🤨🤨 you just want the moment to end so you tell Hasan how nice it was to meet him, how much enjoy you enjoy his content, how maybe you’ll see each other around. Maybe you could collaborate? And you turn to leave with your bf trying to catch up to you, putting his hand around your waist (trying to make you laugh to distract that he forgot your freaking anniversary, think of in the All Too Well 10 Min Version short film, how Dylan just repeatedly says “I’m sorry.” Until Sadie’s character just laughs and relents)

you hadn’t been happy in a while but just can’t bring yourself to break up with him, it’s scary and you’d be living on your own and it’s really all you’ve ever known after moving to LA and moving out of your parents house.

But you’ve met Hasan now and suddenly feel…. Calm? At peace? Which you didn’t know a guy could make you feel that way, this interests you but you stay loyal to your bf because WE DONT SUPPORT CHEATERS!!

You turn around as you’re walking out of the party, and you catch Hasans eye again. He gives you one of those 🙂 like White Person Smile™️ and you know your heart is in trouble.

And Hasan knows he’s in deep shit after meeting you.

The white person smile™ man is so screwed. Man is so screwed and he knows it. Not only does he know it be he accepts it.

The breakup would definitely be a big thing, I'm thinking something along the lines of you begging him to go on a vacation, because you know he's withdrawn from the relationship and you need to spend more time together. Wile on the vacation he tried to propose, but he has boundaries around what he wants for the person marries;like you can't do YouTube anymore, and he wants to be the only source of income you have, and all that. Which obviously leads you to rejecting the proposal. Causing him to leave early and try to ruin you career. Going on to Twitter and saying you've done something fucked up, or he goes to your house and like ruins it. TLDR super bad and public break-up where he tries to paint you as the bad guy.

Hasan, who you have talk to and collaborated with since you first meet, is one of the first people to reach out to you and check in on you. The friendship between the two of you grow even more as time goes on, like he's no longer checking on because of your shitty ex, but because he knows that you have a really important meeting coming in the next day and he doesn't want you to freak yourself out.

#hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasan x reader #bohogothic

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Reunited and it Doesn't Feel So Good Part 3 Version 1

(Read this version if you want the reader to end up with Jack)

AN: Hello, hello!!! All I'm going to say is we love our best friend Urban and how supportive he is. Here we go! Read parts 1 and 2 so that this makes sense. I hope all my Jack babies are happy with this.

Synopsis: It’s been six months since you broke up with your long term boyfriend and your best friend is there to pick up the pieces

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader, Best Friend! Urban Wyatt x Reader, Platonic!Neelam Thadhani x Reader

Please do not repost my content anywhere

Jack left your condo that day and went back to Houston in a daze.

He didn’t want to ignore your cries from behind your bedroom door, but he knew it was better if he didn’t go after you.

You wouldn’t have opened the door for him if he tried anyway.

You had barely let him in the condo and you probably wouldn’t have if he didn’t plead with you.

It was as if he was in an episode of The Twilight Zone because he didn't want this to be real.

You thought he didn't love you as much as you loved him and he was trying to figure out when you had started to feel that way.

Because it couldn't be further from the truth, but he knew too much damage had been done to try and convince you otherwise.

The biggest thing he was dreading was facing his best friend. Which also happens to be your best friend.

Bottom line,

Urban was going to kill him.

From the beginning Jack had pleaded with him to set you two up and he finally caved when he got tired of you both making googly eyes at each other.

One of the things that he remembered Urb saying was that the both of you would be good for each other.

Look how that turned out.

He couldn’t blame anyone else but himself.

When he was finally back in Houston at the hotel the first thing he did was knock on Neelam's door. She simply opened it before leading both of them to sit.

"Neelam..."

"I don't want to say I told you so, but I told you so. She broke up with you didn't she? Otherwise, I expected that you would have brought her back with you."

"You have to help me get her back."

"No."

Jack just threw his head back in defeat not even knowing what to do anymore. Neelam was like a big sister to him just as she was to you, but he already knew she would take your side in all this because he acted like a certified dumbass.

"And I'll tell you why. As much as I wish I could wave a magic wand and have all of this go away, I can't. You made your bed and you have to lie in it. The three of you were always close but now you'll be lucky if Urban even acknowledges your presence. I was rooting for you and was the biggest Y/N and Jack shipper. But... you lost her and it's no one's fault but your own. I can’t fix this for you."

"But I want to make this right.. I need to."

"And you can do that by leaving her alone and letting her heal. I know it hurts to hear, but just maybe you'll both find your way back to each other in the future."

“Neelam, I was going to ask her to marry me.”

“I know, we all knew you were going to ask her eventually.”

“No, like literally, I was this week.”

Jack pulled out the engagement ring he purchased for you the last time he was in L.A. and showed Neelam who instantly got a sad look on her face. He had secretly been designing your ring for four and a half months and was finally satisfied with how it looked. He didn’t even tell Urban yet.

“Jack, I’m so sorry. But, you got what you deserved. It’s tough love but I have to be real with you. I know she would have loved it.”

Well if Neelam wasn't going to help him, he had to bite the bullet and ask Urban.

He knocked on his door and was met with a blank expression.

This wasn’t about to go well.

"Urb.."

"You are such an asshole. The biggest one at that. I should kick your ass right now."

"I know just..."

"No. I'm not helping you get her back because the Jack standing in front of me right now doesn't deserve her. From the beginning I told you how special she was and you still managed to fuck up."

---

That was six months ago and you were struggling. You and Urban were currently laying on your bedroom floor in silence. This had become the norm. Urban would come over just to be there as support however you needed it. Sometimes that involved junk food and binge watching your favorite show with you other times such as this one, you needed him to be a listening ear.

"Urby... if no one marries me by the time I'm 30, will you?"

"Mamas that's only six years away. You never know what might happen before then."

"You didn't answer my question."

Urban sighed before turning to look at you.

"You can't just give up because of one failed relationship."

"Urban, answer the question."

"I'd marry you in a heartbeat and you know you don't even have to ask. So we could live in a big ass house, smoke all day, and eat as many tacos as you want. We're best friends for a reason."

"Jack is your best friend too."

"We could've done some poly type shit if he didn't go and fuck it up."

This lead to Urban getting a laugh out of you because you knew he wasn’t being serious. A genuine laugh that he hadn't heard these last few months which made him smile.

Urban felt like he failed you.

He was your best friend and essentially like a big brother to you who was supposed to protect you.

One thing he didn’t anticipate protecting you from was heartbreak especially from the person he never thought would break your heart.

Jack was also his best friend and he knows both of you like the back of his hand. So getting you two together seemed like the perfect fit.

He saw how you would both look at each other from across the room and wanted to put an end to the suffering for the both of you and himself.

Jack talked to Urban about you

You talked to Urban about Jack

Bottom line is that he knew you two couldn't get enough of each other.

But everything that was said to him, he kept to himself remaining loyal to the both of you.

Any time an issue would arise, Urban would say he's Switzerland.

In other words completely neutral and wasn't taking sides.

Until now.

When the relationship blew up in front of him, he was trying to think of all the signs he could have missed for Jack to act that way towards you and every time he would come up with nothing. It came out of left field and wasn't like Jack at all who just about worshipped the ground that you walked on.

Everyone adored the relationship between you two and had actually placed bets on when Jack would finally pop the question.

No one expected an outcome like this.

Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn't

"We could've had a show on TLC too. PG would have to make an appearance once in a while. Maybe we’ll bring in a sister wife, but she wouldn’t be able to touch Jack so I don’t know how that would’ve worked out. I’m way too selfish to share" You added as you laughed before turning on your side to look at him.

"Urby... I miss him." You told Urban as your eyes began to water.

"I know."

"Does he talk about me?"

"Y/N, we’re not doing this."

"Why not? I was ready to change my last name to Harlow for this man. He has to miss me as much as I miss him."

Little did she know Jack was worse off than her but Urban wasn't going to tell her that. Knowing how you were, you would immediately feel guilty. Jack hardly ate, slept, or left his condo for the first three months. Month four is when shit hit the fan.

Jack began drinking again.... heavily. Constantly partying and looking for a girl to distract him from thinking about the love of his life and knowing that he fucked up. Urban took notice that every girl he would use as a distraction essentially held a resemblance to you one way or another.

He would be late to performances, interviews and anything you could think of. As much as Neelam wanted to call you to talk some sense into him she didn't.

The last thing you would want is to have his career suffer because of you.

He would then hide out in his room in his condo until he needed to come back out.

Urban didn't feel bad for him one bit.

Well maybe a little.

Especially when Urban found the engagement ring that you were supposed to be wearing on your finger.

Jack and Urban sat in silence when he did for at least twenty minutes before either one of them spoke and Jack made Urban swear not to tell you.

He wasn’t going to tell you, anyway.

Okay, maybe he was but he was nervous that if he would’ve told you, you would have went running back into his arms without a second thought.

He knew you deserved better than that and if Jack wanted to attempt to win you back he needed to work a lot harder.

Both of his friends were miserable and it didn't look like it was going to change anytime soon.

"As much as I want my two best friends on good terms, you shouldn't force it. When it's the right time it'll happen."

"Urban Wyatt, when did you get so wise and grow up on me?"

"Literally five minutes ago."

"Well I like the immature you better."

Urban rolled his eyes before laughing and changing his position to see you better.

“Be real with me Urby.”

“I always am.”

“How is he doing?”

“Y/N, I came over to smoke, eat tacos, and binge watch whatever you were fascinated by this week. Not to talk about Jack. Because it only hurts you when anyone does.”

“I... Urb, if he were to walk through that door and ask me to marry him right now, without a second thought I would say yes. He was an asshole for what he did, and I am not making excuses for him by any means but Urban, I love him and I am fucking miserable without him.”

Oh.

Urban didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Ever since both of you came into my life, I never saw a future without you both in it.”

“Y/N...”

“You think I’m stupid for wanting him back don’t you?”

“No, that isn’t it at all. Just.... you know I always stay neutral with these things but all I’m going to say is watching you both be miserable is not high up on my to-do list.”

“But, I don’t deserve to be treated like that and I’m better than that.”

“You are.”

“Urby, you aren’t helping me make a decision.”

“Mamas, I can’t. You have to do what you think is best for you and in this situation I can’t tell you what to do or how to feel.”

“He misses me, doesn’t he?”

“That’s it we’re ordering tacos and we’re not mentioning him for the rest of the night.”

“Fine, I’ll just ask Neelam.”

---

1 year later

You had taken time out for yourself and that involved putting your needs first.

You sold your condo and bought a new one.

Bought a new car.

Began dating again (sort of).

You were convinced the dating pool had drugs and pee in it. When you told Urban all he did was laugh.

But he didn’t disagree.

But something always felt like it was missing, and you knew exactly what it or better yet who it was.

Jackman Thomas Harlow.

It was a warm sunny day, not too humid and you were debating on going for a walk. Walking and meditation had become your therapy since everything happened. It helped clear your head and you were able to work through your emotions, but all in all you missed him.

Urban noticed that the meditation was helping when you started mentioning him less and less.

Even though you weren't mentioning him, he still held residence in the back of your mind.

Urban still felt bad for the two of you but he and Neelam felt you two would find a way back to each other when the time was right.

Hopefully that was sooner than later because you didn't know how much longer you could take.

Jack was having a show in your city tonight and Urban told you so you would be able to keep yourself occupied while he wasn't there with you.

At this point it was almost as if Urban had moved in since you were constantly calling him to help you through those rough days and nights if he wasn’t with Jack.

Even when he was on tour with Jack, he always did a FaceTime call to make sure you were okay no matter the time difference.

Having him as a best friend was all that you could have asked for.

He was patient with you and let you cry as many times as you needed to get through the healing process.

But, that was the thing.

Did you even heal? Or were you in the process of healing?

You would like to think so.

You packed up all his things and put them in a box to give to Urban to give them back to Jack the next time he saw him.

Except.... Urban never knew the box existed because he never got it.

The box was still buried in the deepest corner of your closet and you would open it to get a small whiff of his cologne that you liked so much.

But, you were still proud of yourself for how far you’ve come.

When you were about to go for your walk, out of the blue, you get a text.

Your breathing quickened and your heart felt as if it was going to burst out of your chest.

My Stink- Thinking about you heavily today. I hope you’re doing well and I miss you even though you probably don’t want anything to do with me anymore. I know I fucked up, but I still love you and wanted you to know that. You don’t have to text me back.

It took a few moments for you to respond trying to think of what to say. You didn’t want to lie to him and tell him that you didn’t love him and miss him, and you were confused was to why he picked today of all days to text you.

Then it hit you.

Today was the day you two broke up a year ago.

You- I love and miss you too. I hope you’re taking care of yourself, Jackman.

You had never changed his contact name. There was no way you could bring yourself to do it so you damn sure didn’t block him after everything he did.

You saw where he had read your text, but didn’t send one back.

Deciding not to wait any longer, you went for your walk to clear your head and think about what had just happened. Once you came back, Urban was sitting in the living room messing around with his camera and you knew what you needed to do.

“Urby?”

“Yeah mamas? You need something?”

“I... I want to go with you tonight.”

Urban looked up at you to make sure he had heard you right. Urban and Jack were still close obviously, but after everything happened, a wedge had started to build between them.

He didn’t tell you that because you had told him once to never let a girl come in between the relationship that he has with Jack before you two started dating. You had always admired how close they were and told him that a relationship like that has the ability to last a lifetime.

You didn’t give him instructions on what to do if the said girl was you.

But, if you were willing to work it out with Jack, Urban would support the both of you 100%.

He’s Switzerland.

“Y/N... are you sure? Because if he says some out of pocket shit even though I won’t think he will. There will be zero hesitation for me to kick his ass.”

“Urb, I’m sure. Look what he sent me.”

You handed your phone over to Urban so he could take a look and all he did was nod.

“I won’t mention that you’re coming with me to anybody. But, Neelam will be happy to see you too. We might hit traffic so we should leave in about an hour.”

“Okay.” You quietly responded before heading to your room to get ready.

The butterflies were going at full speed within your stomach and you had no idea what to do in order to get them to stop.

You and Urban had finally arrived to the venue and were started to head backstage.

Urban looked over at you and saw how nervous you had gotten.

Truth be told, you had been nervous ever since you told him that you wanted to go, but now Urban was hoping you didn’t faint.

“Come on little mamas. It’s going to be fine.” He reassured you while grabbing your hand.

You simply nodded and gave him a small smile.

And then...

You heard his voice.

“Urb, I was looking for you. I wanted to ask... Y/N?”

“Hi Jack.”

“What... what are you doing here? I mean hold on that came out wrong. I just... hi.”

And there it was.

Googly eyes all over again.

All Urban could do was smile at the scene in front of him and leave the two of you to go and find Neelam.

“I..”

“Can we go somewhere and talk?” You asked and Jack nodded before grabbing your hand and leading the both of you to his dressing room.

Once inside, you both took a seat on the couch next to each other. Jack started to play with your fingers and it was as if he was taking this all in. He was afraid this wasn’t real and that you might disappear.

It wouldn’t be too far fetched for his mind to play tricks on him at this point.

“Y/N... I.. there’s no words to explain how sorry I am. I miss you so much and this year has been absolute hell for me.” Jack muttered while looking at the floor.

“Me too. As much as I tried to get you out of my mind, nothing would work. I was so happy to get that text from you earlier today. That’s when I told Urban I wanted to see you.”

“You know.. I thought you would’ve been Mrs. Harlow by now.”

“Me too, but if you’re willing... I.... I literally cannot see myself being with anyone else. I remember you saying to me a year ago that I was it for you. And well, you’re it for me too. I cannot stop loving you no matter how hard I try.”

“If you are willing to give me another chance, I promise that I won’t let you down or take it for granted. I’ll be the boyfriend you deserve.”

“That’s literally all I ask.”

“And we need to establish one thing right now.”

“What is it?”

“Date night needs to happen at least three times a month. That’s the minimum.”

“I’m liking these changes so far. I can agree to that.” You replied while bringing your other hand to play with his beard. He reached over towards you and placed his lips on yours. Once you detached from each other, your foreheads were still touching and Jack simply whispered,

“I promise no matter how much I have going on to make you a priority because I don’t plan on losing you ever again.”

“And I don’t plan on going anywhere stink. You’re stuck with me.”

Jack pulled you onto his lap and kissed all over your face as you began laughing and there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” Jack answered before turning his attention back to you.

Neelam walked into the room and you thought she was going to have a coronary by the way she was looking at the scene in front of her.

“Okay sooo, I take it that my babies are back together. It took you two long enough! Anyway Y/N, hi! Oh my goodness, you cut your hair! It looks so good.” Neelam exclaimed before coming over to give you a hug.

“Thanks, Nee. I missed you!”

“We all missed you especially this one right here. Jackman if you ever do something like that again, I swear I will cut your balls off and feed them to you.”

“Got damn, Neelam. That’s a little extreme.”

“No it’s not considering who we’re talking about. But anyway, thirty minutes until your set. And don’t make any babies in those thirty minutes. Save it for after the show, please.”

Jack rolled his eyes and without another word, Neelam closed the door leaving you two alone again.

However, that didn’t last long when there was quiet knock on the door and you could hear Urban’s voice from outside.

“Please tell me you two have clothes on. I do not want another incident like the one in Paris.”

You didn’t know what Urban expected, I mean it was PARIS for crying out loud.

“Come in Urb.” You replied while laughing.

You looked up to see him walking in the room with his hand covering his eyes.

“Urb, move your hand. We’re wearing clothes.”

He peeked between his fingers to make sure you were telling the truth before removing his entire hand from his face. He then came and sat next to the both of you before looking at his two best friends and smiling.

“Jack...”

“I know, if I ever do something like that again you’ll kick my ass.”

“No, I was going to say Y/N will probably kick your ass, but that works too. Just.. I’m happy for the both of you.”

“Thanks for bringing her back to me, Urb.”

“Now, I need to smoke a blunt because yall asses stressed me out for an entire fucking year and I need to celebrate the depressing shit being over.”

“Wait, I know you’re not about to smoke without me!” You exclaimed while crossing your arms.

“Yes the fuck I am because I know as soon as I leave this room yall are going to be fucking and I’m not waiting for you to finish. I’m out.”

Urban grabbed his camera and made a beeline for the door while all you and Jack could do was laugh.

“How much time do you have left now?” You curiously asked while raising your eyebrows at him.

“About 20 minutes.”

“Hmm, I think you can at least make me cum twice in that amount of time.” Jack scoffed while moving his hands towards the hem of your dress.

“Baby, I haven’t touched you in a year. Only twice? I think you can give me a little more credit than that.”

“Fine, three times, final answer.”

“Get the fuck over here and ride my face then. Three times my ass.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice.

Taglist: @harlowsbby @babyharleezy @hoodharlow @stefansalvatoresgf @jackiehollanderr @primadxna-girl @dessmxsworld

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackman harlow #jack harlow angst #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow concept #urban wyatt #urban wyatt fic #urban wyatt x reader #jack harlow fic #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fanfiction

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powermove102 · 8 months

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Dark Schmerz-o-meter analysis

AKA the comprehensive tier list of pain and suffering (fun!)

Characters are all ranked on a scale of S-E and are all relative to one another (yes, you can be sad and still go in E tier). To reiterate, they are NOT ranked based on how much I like them, how good their character is written, or suchlike (although there may be some correlation), this list ONLY takes into account how hard their life was, how much suffering they have had to endure, etc. Points are indeed taken away if you are the one actively causing the sadness (how much depends on e.g. whose idea it was/ how much enthusiasm you did it with).

(also I'm only referring to Adam's-World versions of the characters, unless otherwise specified, because we just have way more information about them)

Feel free to disagree/ counter-argue, this is just my list and my analysis (all for fun).

(OK I'll stop stalling) So why don't we get started with the best of the worst:

E Tier - You don't know what pain is

Hannah Kahnwald

She starts having the affair whilst she is STILL MARRIED (she was unawares that Michael was literally penning his suicide note whilst she was having a smooch with Ulrich) - she also has the inability to love imo, she just has the ability to love attention

She’s not even that good a mother either, she kinda leaves Jonas alone and is only really sad because she no longer has a mans to give her all that attention (PLUS her fling left her too, and then she has the AUDACITY to ask (not ask - FORCE) Alexander to DESTROY HIM for choosing to focus on his MISSING SON instead of HER!!!!!!

And then when Jonas leaves she’s just more attention-deprived so she thought about offing herself but then thought well if I’m dead no-one can pay attention to meeeeeee so decided against it

Then Jonas returns (33 years older but it is still her SON who displays AFFECTION towards her) and as soon as she finds out about time travel she’s like you know what this means? An opportunity to find more MEN, and she commits THEFT even though Jonas reeeeally needed that machine (she only cares about herself), and proceeds to go to Ulrich ONLY TO TELL HIM SHE HATES HIM BECAUSE HE TRIED TO SAVE HIS SON I MEAN WHO DOES THAT

yes I am well aware that he was unable to say he loves her when she did but I will get more in depth with that later and I mean, come on, man has other priorities, could you really not get him out of prison???? so he can save his son???????

And then obviously she promptly moves on to the first man she sees (married, but she doesn’t care of course) (it’s the guy she reported Ulrich to way back when in the future/past, but she doesn’t care of course) AND HAS THE AUDACITY TO SAY SHE LOST EVERYTHING like MADAM you did not care about your husband, your boyfriend only mattered because he gave you attention, and your SON has RETURNED with all the LOVE he has LEFT from this CAR CRASH of a reality and you RUN AWAY FROM HIM WHILST HE IS ASLEEP AND YOU SAY YOU LOST EVERYTHING MA’AM YOU ARE TO BLAME FOR EVERYTHING I ACTUALLY CAN’T WITH THIS WOMAN-

I’m convinced she has a soft spot for kids because i can’t imagine what other reason she really has for having Silja (she obviously never loved Egon) so she has her and then she gets taken to Jonas and PRETENDS like NOTHING ever happened, like she didn't abandon him when he returned to her to go have a kid with someone else and she didn't steal his most important possession

And then YES she is tragically killed by her own son (which is usually a trait of someone very high up on the list (RIP in pepperonis Bartosz you are loved) but I don't care, she deserved it, otherwise the family tree would be 100 times more kaput if she was allowed to populate it even more, especially if she still has access to the machine) and that’s it, she gets a shut up/die

Ines Kahnwald

So people seem to be opinionated both ways with this one but here we go

I guess she WAS doing everything for Michael’s own good - he rocks up with no family or anything to speak of, he’s real scared and sad and she does in fact take him in when otherwise he would have been homeless jobless lifeless so yay Ines

And yeah I guess you could say it’s hard on her when he’s distant from her and everything but like? What did you expect? That’s not your real son bro???

And then she has to deal with his suicide (but again, he was kinda distant anyway it seems) and you get alienated by Hannah (honestly a good thing) but all in all it is nothing in comparison so you get a meh/maybe I don't actually care all that much, Hannah has taken all my energy

Doris Tiedemann

You did cheat on your husband. Idc who, why, with who, whatever, if you cheat then you a bitch for that and i have nothing more to say on the matter

Yeah then Agnes goes missing, then they potentially reunite, it’s all tame in comparison let’s be honest, idk/idc

Anyone else who I do not mention in any tier is either not a particularly significant character or they do not compare :) stay tuned for D Tier if you want

#dark netflix #netflix dark #hannah kahnwald #ines kahnwald #doris tiedemann #schmerz-o-meter #i need a break from the aneurism hannah put me through #ice tea imported from england #now is not time for high school musical #but anyway #i already planned on making this a series even if no-one cares #I DO #so im doing this for myself bye

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blueikeproductions · 8 months

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So another EarthSpark thing that came to my attention was Ratchet and Drift were pitched into being in EarthSpark.

Neat.

They were pitched as having trying to look at the Cyber Sleeves the kids had, with Ratchet and Drift having scientific and philosophical thoughts on what they are despite not having a solid answer.

Also neat.

They were also pitched as being married.

Not neat.

This stranglehold IDW has over Transformers needs to end yesterday. I liked IDW, but it’s clear Hasbro wasn’t feeling it anymore, and the attempt at a reboot didn’t help. Not to mention, toys made with the IDW cast in mind don’t appear to sell well. Tarn appears to be the exception, because it’s Tarn, and he’s awesome, but I’ve also never personally seen him in person in stores. Fellow comics original Jhiaxus yes however, so take that as you will. It’s also why so many people were surprised two nobody IDW2 robots, an Autobot and an Acenticon, were getting toys. Even hard core fans have no idea who they are or much desire for these two, and I say that with my open fondness for Autobot Scrounge.

The couplings in IDW always felt kinda forced… I’ve often viewed them as crack ships, some working slightly better than others. I thought Chromedome and Rewind was handled the best, and I’d be very open to seeing them in EarthSpark as (one of) the gay couple(s) in the show.

Drift and Ratchet being a couple comes kind of out of nowhere. I get there was this opposites attract thing going on with an atheist and religious guy, but the joke got old quickly. Besides some implications Drift and Rodimus were more of a thing, age differences are a sticky point for me. A lot of the main couples amounted to twenty something kid hooking up with grandpa or grandma. I know age is more of a suggestion in TFs, but it always bothered me. Tailgate Cyclonus also fall into this for me, but I also preferred their dynamic being a plucky son and stand offish father learning to care for each other. The moment it became romantic I lost interest and felt kinda creeped out T’be honest. Same with Drift and Ratchet. Ratchet’s said to be super old, not quite Kup or Alpha Trion old, but he’s up there. Drift in comparison is about Hot Rod’s age, and met Ratchet at a clinic on Cybertron when Ratchet was already older than dirt… The two being a crusty grandpa who loved his grandson but doesn’t quite get his interests was a dynamic I liked.

I just think there’s better options romantically for Drift and Ratchet. Closer in age too. I imagine in the interest of fairness the EarthSpark versions would be closer in age. RiD15 Drift, to me at least, seemed a bit older than Bumblebee and was more of a stern but well meaning uncle/father to Sideswipe, Jetstorm and Slipstream. Prime Ratchet felt married to his job meanwhile…

Admittedly I’m surprised Drift was entertained at all. A lot of the IDW original characters seem to have been benched in media for the time being, and Drift’s role in Cyberverse was lauded as the most idiotic thing the show did for both supporters and detractors that even the writers regret using him that way. It kinda feels like that particular instant sorta sullied the character for some frankly…

If we do get Ratchet back in particular, since we have Steve Blum reprising Starscream, I say let’s get Jeffery Combs to reprise Ratchet. Drift I’m not sure. It’s easy for me to say Eric Bauza should return, but maybe there’s a better alternative for a potential EarthSpark Drift.

I don’t think you can really do the proposed plot anymore since that ship has sailed, but there’s a role for Ratchet and Drift, just not as a couple. Ideally, just make a new couple. Gears having a boyfriend would be funny, someone who can see through his sourball antics, or give Pipes an aquatic mode boyfriend he was wanting. -checks- Hmm I dunno have it be Pipes and Waverider, that could be fun.

#blueike productions #transformers #blueike #autobots #decepticons #maccadam #macadam #transformers earthspark

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gay-salt-amber · 10 months

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May I ask for a fic of Venti dragging Scara to dance with him during a outdoor festival in Mondstadt while Diluc makes a comment from the side lines they seem closer than one assumed? Maybe with some inspo from Ed Sheeran Galway Girl or Nancy Mulligan?? And maybe with some background Childe x Lumine or whoever you ship him with???

this ones gonna be a short one but I like it

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The Windblume festival was in full swing in Mondstadt, its archon was no stranger to the festival and loved to celebrate with his people, this year was just a tiny bit different, considering that he had a date~

“Venti, you don't have to drag me! I can walk fine on my own!” The former fatui harbinger complained

Venti laughed, “You tripped over air earlier-”

“That was a one-time thing that you agreed to never mention!” Scaramouche retorted

The bard smiled, “You said you wanted to enjoy the Windblume festival, and getting there earlier than others is a good way to start!”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes, “So you decided to prod me awake at 6 am?”

He nervously laughed, “I mean, yeah! You do live in Springvale! So it takes a while to get to the city.”

“It takes fifteen minutes.” The puppet pointed out

The two eventually made it to Mondstadt city, music was playing, people were dancing and drinks were flowing from both taverns in Mondstadt,

Venti smiled at his city's happiness, “So, what would you like to do first, ‘Mouche?”

Scaramouche shrugged, “I mean, this is your city, these are your people. You should know what's best, shouldn't you?”

The anemo archon nodded in agreement, “I mean, I suppose so…This is your first time in Mondstadt though so I want you to have fun rather than my version of fun.” Scaramouche sighed, kissing his lover on the cheek, “Being with you is all the fun I need. I don't care if it involves dancing, drinking, singing, or poetry.”

Venti blushed, “Oh, thank you! Being around you is a lot of fun too!” Venti seemed rather awkward now, not because he didn't enjoy Scaramouches affectionate words its because he wasn't very used to it.”

Venti looked around, “Well, how about we go sit down over there near the Angels Shares stall? We can sit and chat and I can get some of their wine! It's very good this time of year!”

The bard smiled, taking Scaramouches hand, “I know you’re not the biggest fan of alcohol though, so I can always get you some cider.”

Scaramouche gave Venti's hand a squeeze, “Thanks, sweetheart.” The two made it over to the Angels Shares booth and sat down at a table, Diluc, the owner of the Angel's Share, and also Dawn Winery then walked over, “You’re here rather early, Venti. I didn’t expect you to bring company.” The archon giggled, “Mhm! This is Scaramouche, my boyfriend!”

Scaramouche said nothing and just gave a quick wave to the red-headed bartender

Diluc raised an eyebrow, “That's rather surprising, isn't it?”

Venti looked confused, “How so?”

“Because he's a Fatui Harbinger, you yknow, the same group of people who took your gnosis.”

Scaramouche then butted in by saying, “I’m a former harbinger and I was never involved with taking Venti's gnosis.”

Diluc sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Fine. Venti, I’m assuming you want wine?”

Venti nodded, “Indeed! And ‘Mouche will have some apple cider.”

Diluc then walked off and started making the drinks, leaving Scaramouche and Venti alone at their table

“Dilucs not a bad guy, honest. He’s just wanting to keep Mondstadt safe.”

The puppet let out a soft chuckle, “Oh, I understand, that's not the part that's funny.”

Venti tilted his head, “What do you mean?”

Scaramouche pointed to a table a few feet away, “Childe is right there with his husband.” Venti's eyes widened, “Holy shit! Thats Morax! That old blockhead told me he was married but I didn't think he meant to your co-worker!”

Scaramouche smiled, “Yeah. apparently, Morax is pregnant too, I didn’t even know he could do that.”

“All archons can have babies, and I can too if you’re curious~” Venti winked, making Scaramouche light up like a Christmas tree

“I-I…uhm- I mean, I want a family with you but that was so unexpected…”

Venti laughed, “I know, I know. I just wanted to tease you.”

The two eventually got their drinks and happily sipped away and enjoyed a loving conversation. Eventually, the sky started to light up with stars and Venti looked at Scaramouche with a grin, standing up and extending his hand to him, “Will you dance with me?” Venti asked

Scaramouche blushed but grabbed Venti's hand, “Always…”

The two happily danced together for what seemed like forever, some of the other event-goers stopped and watched the couple as they danced like they were floating on air. Venti always liked to dance, either it be outside or at home, they’d always ballroom dance and it was always one of their favorite things to do together.”

Venti rested his head on Scaramouches shoulder, “I love you more than you could ever imagine.”

Scaramouche gave him a kiss on the head, toying with his braids, “I love you too, Venti. Thank you for giving a puppet like me a heart.”

Venti reciprocated the kiss, “And thank you for warming my tired heart, you’re the first person and only person I’ve ever wanted to call mine.”

Scaramouche spoiled Venti in kisses as they continued to dance, “You’re so special to me, my dear bard, my sunshine, love of my life, my sun, my moon, my star…”

The two danced and danced with only two weak streetlights and the moon illuminating them as they waltzed.

Scaramouche got down onto one knee causing everyone there to gasp, including Venti

“My beloved, you have done so much for me, more than I deserve. You fell in love first, you confessed first, you hugged me first, you kissed me first…so, I wanted to do something first. For you.”

Scaramouche and Venti both began to have tears running down their cheeks, “Venti, will you marry me?”

Venti tackled and hugged Scaramouche, almost knocking the ring from the man's hand, “Yes! Yes! I love you so much! I’d love to marry you!”

When they stood up, Venti was helping get the dirt off of Scaramouches clothes, and then Scaramouche dipped him and kissed his lips, which made everyone, in the now relatively large crowd, cheer loudly.

The two didn't pay attention to the cheers, they were lost in their own world, and not even Celestia could destroy that world. Venti held Scaramouche tight and said,

“You know, I’ve always wanted to wear a veil.”

#scaramouche #venti #scaramouche x venti #scaraven #venscara #zhongchi #chili #genshin impact #gay #fanfiction

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specialagentlokitty · 10 months

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Thomas Barrow x Male!reader - between times

Awesome because I was thinking maybe Thomas Barrow somehow travel forward in time to Ackley Bridge and he falls on top of Martin Evershed who was walking with his boyfriend male Reader and Thomas is anxiously asking the two on if they're worried about getting hanged? - Anon💜

You and Martin had been walking walked around the garden of his house, he had been cutting the grass while you were just standing there grinning at him.

“Are you going to help?” He asked.

“Uhm no, I like watching you work.”

“Right, so you just like creeping on me.”

“Martin!”

He laughed and dodged your attempt to his his arm and you smirked a little, walking over to him you crossed your arms as you looked down at him crouched on the grass.

Martin rose a brow and he stood up, standing just a bit taller than you.

“I’m taller.”

“I’m stronger.” You countered.

“Right cause you have nothing better to do then stalk me and go to the gym.”

You smirked a little, raising your hands as you backed away from him.

“Hey, nobody complains when I’m walking around shirtless. I’ve got the lot you know, the biceps, the abs and the pecs.”

Martin hummed, looking you up and down as he crossed his arms.

“Right, right, because you just like flaunting yourself around town.”

“I’m hot and I know it, you can’t deny it.”

“I can.”

You hummed, sipping your beer as you leaning against the wall, looking at him.

“Oh really? Then if you’re not dating me for my obviously amazing body, why are you dating me?”

“Sometimes I ask myself that.”

You rolled your eyes and stuck you middle finger up at him and he laughed a little, glancing at you once more as he turned around to finished what he was doing.

You smirked, and helped him before finishing your beer.

“We need more I’m going to the shop, you coming?”

“Are you going to put on a shirt?”

“Aw Martin do you not want people to see me shirtless?”

“No, it’s just weird to be walking to the shop without a shirt.”

“And it’s hot as hell, so nope. You coming?”

You held your hand out to him and wiggled your fingers and he rolled his eyes, taking your hand as you led him through the house.

The shop wasn’t that far away, so you decided to just walk there, hand and hand with Martin.

You only let go when you felt a sudden weight that knocked you over and you jumped back up, looking around before looking down.

“What the fuck?” You asked.

Someone was laid on top of Martin, and you quickly pulled him off, helping Martin up and you both looked down at the smartly dressed man.

“Where the fuck did he come from?” You asked.

“I don’t know he just.. fell…?”

You looked at your boyfriend and he looked at you.

“We should probably get him inside.”

“What?!”

“Well we can’t call for help can we?! What’re you going to say some man just appeared on landed on you?!”

“Oh Jesus Christ okay, okay.”

Martin helped you lift the strange man, and you both walked back to the house and you dropped him onto the sofa, and you knelt down, giving him a check over.

“He seems responsive, not obvious injuries or trauma.”

You looked at his jacket.

“Can you take his jacket off while I get some water? It’s hot as hell, that can’t be comfortable.”

“Yeah, of course.”

You came back with a glass of cold water and Martin tossed the jacket on the other sofa and you sat down on the table looking at the man.

Martin stood before the sofa also looking down at him.

“Hehe..” you laughed.

“What’s so funny about this?” He asked.

You looked at him then to the man.

“Heh… he looks like a younger version of you..”

Martin looked down.

“What? No he doesn’t!”

“Yes he does! Aw is this what you would’ve looked like when you were younger! Damn I’m sad you were married.”

“(Y/N)!”

You snickered and jumped away from him as he tried to grab you.

“He doesn’t look like me!”

“He does!”

“I will sent you back to your own flat.”

“You wouldn’t you’d miss me to much.”

“You wish.”

You grinned and walked over, leaning up to kiss him and he smiled at you.

“He’s still pretty cute.”

“No!”

Laughing, you stopped when you heard a groan and you both looked at the mystery man and you walked over to stand in front of you.

He looked at you and looked you up and down before attempting to stand up.

Placing your hand on his shoulder, you shook your head and handed him the water.

“Don’t stand yet, you had quite the fall apparently. Where the hell did you come from?”

“I was in my room…”

Martin walked around and the man stared at Martin as well.

“I’m.. where am I?” He snapped.

“Ackley bridge? You pretty much crashed landed I o me.” Martin said.

“Ackley bridge? No, that is not a place, I should be in Downton.”

“That’s not a place.” You said.

You all just seemed to stare at one another and he looked around the house.

“What year is it?” You asked.

“Are you brain dead? It’s 1920. The war ended last year.”

You and Martin shared a look and turned back to the man.

“That was over one hundred years ago. It’s 2023.” Martin said quietly.

“Impossible! Stop acting idiotic and take me back!”

“We can’t! We don’t know how you got here!” You said.

It went quiet and you sighed, sitting down.

“Look, what’s your name?”

“Thomas. Thomas Barrow.”

“Right, I’m (Y/N), this is my boyfriend Martin.”

“You can’t go around saying that you’ll get hanged!” Thomas hissed.

You gave him another confused look.

“No…?”

“That is what they do to people like you if they find out!”

“I mean I know there’s still some homophobia but I don’t think anyone’s getting hanged in England.” Martin said.

Thomas seemed even more confused than before.

“It’s okay to be gay. Well, I’m gay. Martins bisexual he had a wife and then he got divorced now we’re dating. That’s not the point sorry the point is there’s nothing wrong with it, it’s normal.”

“Normal?”

“Yeah, like there’s load of gay people Thomas, a whole community all around the world. Dedicated to people like us and more.”

“You aren’t afraid of what people will say?” He whispered.

“Why? Who cares what they think, it’s legal.”

“Really?”

You nodded your head and you leant forward resting your arms on your knees.

“Are you gay Thomas? Is that why you’re so scared about us being gay?”

“I am.. different. Yes.” He said.

“So your gay.” Martin said.

Thomas seemed unsure about answering and you nodded getting up to give him some space, you stood next to Martin, hands in your pockets.

“Really though, it’s okay here. I read about how it was for you guys back then, but there’s been a huge improvement, and it couldn’t have been done without people like you.” Martin smiled.

“It is nothing to be thankful for…” Thomas grumbled.

You talked Thomas into changing into some more time appropriate clothes, which made him extremely uncomfortable and you were all standing in the kitchen.

He was smoking some cigarettes which you found in his jacket pocket and you were drinking a very warm and disgusting beer while Martin was outside talking to his ex wife on the phone about something.

“Do you always walk around half dressed?” Thomas asked you.

“I can put on a shirt if you want?”

He smirked a little, looking you up and down again.

“I’m not complaining.” He said.

You laughed a little, standing up.

“That so? I hate to break it to you but I don’t think my boyfriend would approve.”

Thomas smirked a little, looking outside before looking back at you.

“There’s nothing wrong with my looking.” He said.

You laughed again.

“Oh you’re so gay.”

“So, if it’s so normal why him? You two seem very different. Arranged marriage?”

“That’s frowned upon now. It wasn’t arranged, but you’re right. Martins headteacher at the school, I’m a firefighter.”

Thomas smirked a little, stepping forward, eyeing you up and down again and you stepped back.

“Explains a lot.”

“It’s not happening Thomas Barrow.” Martin said.

He walked back in and stood behind you, letting you lean against him as you both looked at the man.

“Gaynor is bringing the girls next weekend.” Martin said.

You nodded your head.

“So, what do we do with the gay from the 1900s?” You asked.

Martin looked at you then Thomas and you all just stared at one another.

“Can we even show him our time?”

“I mean unless he’s immortal I think it’ll be fine. I can’t see what harm it’ll do, not like we know how to get him home anyways.”

You pushed yourself away and grabbed your wallet from the side.

“Anyway, I want more beer. You two have fun I’ll be back soon.”

Kissing Martin you walked past Thomas who watched you leave.

When the door closed he turned to Martin.

“He’s rather easy on the eyes.”

“Don’t even go there Thomas, that’s my boyfriend you can get your own.”

Thomas smirked a little, leaning against the counter.

“I want him.”

“And I have him, don’t go there.”

Thomas raised his hand, putting his cigarette out.

He wasn’t so fussed about not being at Downton, he escaped, he didn’t have to bow down, say yes my lord or my lady, he didn’t have to deal with Mr Carson or anyone else.

And if it’s true, and men loving men was accepted here, this was the place he wanted to be

#Downton Abbey #downton abbey x reader #Downton abbey x you #Downton abbey imagine #Thomas Barrow #Thomas Barrow x reader #Thomas Barrow x you #Thomas Barrow imagine

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