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starryparker · 5 years

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jealous headcannon // louis twdg x reader

a/n; i’m so sorry this isn’t a louis imagine. i tried writing like six (not even kidding) and hated them all. so here is a kinda long headcannon:))

· right so, lou wouldn’t think of himself as the jealous type until he becomes the jealous type

· you see, in this kind of world, losing someone is easy and he loves you more than anything

· so when you start hanging around mitch more because you’re both sarcastic twats, he gets a lil green

· at first, he doesn’t show it

· he respects you and believes that you wouldn’t do anything

· but it doesn’t last long

· the signs will be small at first

· like if you guys are playing cards or whatever, he’d put his hand on your thigh

· so you know and everybody else knows that he’s your boyfriend

· or he’ll kiss you just a little bit longer if mitch is in view

· at this point, he’s in denial about being jealous

· he rationalizes it by thinking he’s just being needy

· which he is

· it starts to escalate when you start laughing at mitch’s jokes

· lou is an insecure puppy, you see and his jokes are supposed to make you laugh, not mitch’s

· he’ll try a lot harder than usual to make you laugh

· he’ll become a lot more touchy-feely with you when he’s around mitch

· grabbing your hand, holding your waist, playing with your hair, ect

· ‘you know I love you, right?’

· you’re a little bit oblivious to the PDA because you like it

· but when you finally notice, it’s a little too late

· lou has begun to make himself feel unwanted and now starts to distance himself

· ‘I should have known’ he’d think to himself

· you find him in the piano room after speaking with ruby

· he’s not playing it

· you sit next to him and grab his hand gently

· ‘lou, are you jealous?’

· There would be silence because he wants you to feel trusted and respected

· ‘no’

· ‘lou’

· ‘yes’

· There would be a long talk about how much you love him

· it’s quite emotional because you two feel so strongly about one another

· It takes a while to convince him

· you feel a bit guilty about not noticing earlier

· but in the end, he knows that you really do love him and that mitch could never compare to him

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littlesugarwords · 4 years

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Had a rough week at my job! Whenever you’re able to, can we get some Clementine x Reader modern AU head-cannons? I could use some good ol’ fluff. Stay amazing!

this is PUUUUUURE

Clementine was so excited for graduation.

Partially because she didn’t want to see her high school peers anymore.

Partially because she was ready to move forward with her life.

Clementine normally kept to herself.

To her schoolwork and her friends.

Her focus was on doing well academically.

So she could get into a good college.

But that was until she met Y/N.

Something about Y/N was different.

Sweeter.

Y/N was new to school.

With only a few months before graduation, it was intriguing.

But Violet had promised to show them around.

So Clem met them on their first day at lunch.

They were sweet.

Funny and enjoyable.

And smart too.

“Algebra?” They asked.

They leaned across the table and watched Clem do her homework.

She bristled.

She was normally made fun of for being an overachiever.

They smiled. “I think the 1 goes over there.”

Clem glanced at her sheet.

And glanced up in awe.

“You’re right,” she said with a smile. “Thanks.”

They smiled sweetly. “Math is my thing.”

They didn’t tease her.

She felt at peace.

Clem slid onto the bus when it came.

And watched Y/N slip on too.

They didn’t notice her and sat at the front.

Opening a book to read on the drive home.

Clementine smiled.

Liking them more and more.

She felt like they could get along well.

Y/N was in Clem’s art class.

And sat beside her.

“I hope you don’t mind if I sit here.” They said.

Clem grinned. “Not at all.”

Their project that day: painting pastel landscapes.

Clementine painted her backyard.

Focusing on the details of her treehouse.

Y/N painted the mountains.

“That’s gorgeous oh my God.” Clem gawked.

They were amazingly talented.

“Thanks,” they said with a smile. “It’s my favourite place.”

Y/N’s smile settled on her for a beat longer.

That was when Clem realized she was blushing.

Y/N and Clem talked all through lunch.

About books and art and the classes Y/N had that afternoon.

They were really hitting it off.

And Violet, sitting beside Y/N, smirked.

Every class they had together, they sat beside each other for.

Chatting when their work was done.

Passing secret notes.

Smiling and chuckling.

They never got tired of talking.

Clementine felt like she was understood.

Understood and accepted.

And she felt like she could talk to Y/N for forever.

They sat together on the bus ride home.

“What book are you reading?”

They held up a classic collection.

Clem smiled. “A scholar. I like it.”

Y/N smiled.]

And Clem could swear they were blushing.

“Can I get your number?” Y/N asked.

And Clementine flushed.

Way darker than she expected.

“Yes! Y-Yes, of course!” She stammered.

And put her number in their phone.

Y/N hopped off the bus.

Despite her embarrassment, Clem could swear she saw them blush too.

The texted all night.

Until the early hours of the morning.

And Clementine didn’t mind even slightly.

Even if she barely got any sleep.

Y/N handed Clem a book.

“It reminded me of you.” They said. “I thought you’d like it.”

It was from their bookshelf.

It was a book of classic poetry.

Clementine could’ve melted.

“I love those poems.” Clem said in art class.

Y/N beamed. “Romantic era poetry is my favourite.”

“Mine too,” Clem said.

Suddenly, school wasn’t so much of a chore for Clem anymore.

It was enjoyable.

Maybe graduation would be bittersweet after all.

On the bus ride home, Clem felt a weight on her hand.

Then a palm on hers.

Then fingers laced with hers.

And she exploded in colour.

“See you tomorrow?” Clem asked.

Squeezing their hand as they got ready to get off on their stop.

Y/N squeezed back. “Of course.”

“So, do you have a date for prom?”

Y/N had asked it casually a few days later at lunch.

Clem almost choked on her soda.

“N-No,” she sputtered out. “I didn’t think I was gonna go.”

Y/N raised a brow. “Do you still not want to?”

Clem blinked. “I don’t know.”

Y/N smirked and dropped the subject.

Violet smirked too but looked away.

Clem raised a brow.

Embarrassed and confused.

Then, a day later Clem opened her locker.

A single rose was sitting inside.

Clem burst into shades of red.

A soft chuckle emerged from behind her.

“So, about prom?” Y/N asked.

Clem turned.

And beamed.

“It looks like I’m going.”

They held hands everywhere they went.

And constantly giggled and chuckled.

And never grew tired of spending time together.

Clem scrambled with her mom to gather a prom outfit.

She was excited albeit stressed.

But wrangled together the perfect outfit.

Prom night came.

And Clem was so excited she could barely stand it.

Y/N came to pick her up.

In her long black down and curled, done up hair.

And Y/N was left breathless.

“Wow,” they sighed.

And Clem was on cloud nine.

They walked hand in hand all night.

And laughed.

And horribly danced.

And eat snacks in the corner away from everyone else.

But then, the slow dance started.

And Y/N took her hand.And guided her to the floor.

“Really?” Clem asked breathlessly.

Y/N just smiled.

And settled their hand on her back.

Clem couldn’t take her eyes off of them.

Y/N looked amazing.

Phenomenal.

The most beautiful being, inside and out, she’d ever met.

Then, Y/N brushed their fingers against their chin.

Smirking through their blush.

And leaned in.

And pressed their lips to hers.

Clementine felt like she was on cloud nine.

She was in heaven.

And heaven was anywhere with Y/N.

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