he talks to lou about everything

anonymous asked:

Okay give me six nicknames harry lovingly calls louis

Omg, aaaahhhh, okay

Lou, which he calls him that the most. In fact he probably calls him Lou 90 percent of the time. It’s the most comfortable, the most suited for them, the most warm feeling and settled. “Lou, can you pass me that pen?” “Lou, we need to go to the store,” etc. It’s domestic and cozy.

Babe, is for later’s. You know, like when they can’t say everything right at the time. “Babe I gotta go, they’re calling me into a meeting but I love you we’ll talk soon,” when they’re apart. Or, “babe, listen, we’ll talk about this when we get home because your feelings are important to me and I want to do this the right way.” (Notice how they’re both about talking because #communication is my middle name)

Wanker, is used teasingly, probably. “Did you mess up that stalkers tattoo on purpose? lol wanker” Or, “LOUIS I WAS WATCHING THAT TURN THE CHANNEL BACK YOU WANKER.” :)

Dick is a bit different, because it’s spoken out of frustration. I mean, sometimes it’s used interchangeably with wanker, but sometimes when they’re tense and frustrated, or whatever, “I think you’re being a dick right now and I kind of want to be left alone,” slips out. Not good moments, those. But those fights don’t last long. They’re not even fights, really, and right as they’re on the precipice of making up, Harry mutters “I still think you’re a dick” except this time there’s no heat behind it, and Louis laughs a bit, and then they move on.

Husband, when they’re out with friends. Honestly, they probably use that one equal parts because they love it, and equal parts because they like everyone’s reaction to it. I mean, don’t get them wrong, they’re proud of their marriage but sometimes Harry can’t help a “You know, funny you should mention it. My husband told me…” and everyone’s like, OMG WE GET IT HARRY YOU’RE MARRIED YOU CAN CALL HIM LOUIS WE KNOW WHO HE IS. haha

and finally Baby, when Louis is kinda tired (”Come on, baby, you can’t sleep on the sofa you know what that hurts your neck”), or kinda drunk, (”Baby… no, you can’t do that… ok no… yeah you’ve had enough it’s time to go ”) or kinda sad (”I know, baby. I’ll be home soon, I promise), and kinda just needs some softness in his life. To be home with Harry (and their dog… and their cat… :)). And they’re all cuddled up on the sofa, or in their bed, just drinking tea, and talking, or dreaming about their futures when they need to be reminded that they still have one, or talking about nothing when everything becomes too exhausting. And Harry gives him lots and lots of kisses, and whispers “I love you,” against Louis’ lips and holds him tighter against his side. Or how, when Harry is away and can’t be there, they’ll talk on the phone as if he was until Louis falls asleep and Harry’ll watch him for a bit before he drifts off himself. Either way, “baby” is just for the two of them, in their own little world, always.

Authentic

Summary: Dan has accepted his sexuality, but has a plan to truly feel comfortable in his skin. He wants to yell it out (quite literally) for the world to hear that he’s gay. His plan doesn’t unfold exactly how he wants it to, but the alternative is quite nice, and he ends up having a date because of it. Heavily based on the iconic video by Miles McKenna, “Coming Out to Strangers” (x)

Words: 4065

Warnings: none really besides a brief food mention and the usual swearing


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anonymous asked:

Different anon, but your Daddy fic was so good! Do you think you could rec some of your favorite Daddy fics? Or have any links to any good recs?

TOP DADDY FICS AS DECLARED BY ME

Switch Out The Batteries 88k by istajmaal, LoadedGunn

Two years after meeting in a sex shop, Harry’s just returning to Louis from a month-long tour in the States, and they come up with a wholesome bonding exercise.

You’ll Breathe Me In (You Won’t Release) 95k and the sequel So Baby Whenever You’re Ready 9k by LoadedGunn  

The AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who’s really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.

May We Stay Lost On Our Way Home (AKA The Fairy Fic) 74k by  LoadedGunn

On March 31st, Harry Styles disappears. Though many speculate, only two people know where to find him: Niall, his former guitarist, and Zayn, who follows where Niall leads.

The fact the biggest boy band in the world broke up two weeks earlier might be related to the disappearance. The fact Harry meets a fairy named Louis in the woods is a whole other matter.

Loving You Is Free 68k and the sequel Turn It Up Hot 23k by  littlelouishiccups

Louis is a workaholic record label CEO who hasn’t been on a date in nearly a year. Niall and Liam make an account for him on a sugar dating website as a joke. And then Louis meets Harry.

With Nothing But Your T-Shirt On 34k by  crybaby

Harry is a camboy and Louis has been an avid subscriber for a while before he finds out they attend the same university

A Million Roses (Bathed In Rock N’ Roll) 30k by  deLILAh

Harry sings in smoky dive bars; Louis misses his flight home. They go to Coney Island in the morning.

(aka - Harry is Lana Del Rey, and Louis makes him a star.)

Til The Stars Fall From The Sky, Til The Sun No Longer Shines (Baby I’m Yours) 29k by tomorrows

Louis is the President of the United States, Harry is the First Gentleman. They fuck a lot to make up for all the time apart.

Art Of Seduction 14k by harrysprostate

The one where Louis is engaged but that doesn’t stop harry from seducing him.  

It Ain’t Trickin’ If Ya Got It  10k by sarcasticfluentry

28-year-old blockbuster actor Louis Tomlinson rushes home to give his 20-year-old model boyfriend Harry a good seeing-to after a particularly provocative Instagram post and, in his excitement, alerts the entire world. Featuring daddy kink, anal beads, and feelings.

Whatever You Like  10k by  itiswhatitisbutterfly

Harry works at a country club, Louis is a millionaire member of said country club. Harry wants in his boat and his apartment but also in his pants.

Baby Shut Your Mouth And Turn Me Inside Out 10k by ballsdeepinjesus

And it’s good. It’s really, really good. Except they haven’t really talked about any of this and Harry can’t muster the courage to bring it up. Niall’s words at the bar run through his mind nearly every day. Fresh meat. Is this a thing Louis does, then? Find a toy to play with for awhile until he gets bored?

Harry and Louis meet in a McDonalds. Louis is everything Harry needs. 

You Don’t Need Me To Show The Way 7k by LoadedGunn

But right there, on Harry’s iPod, is a folder entitled Lou Sappy Sappy Long Indie Hipster 80’s Love Songs Mixtape.

Louis expects a sappy mix tape. He might even expect his own shitty versions of Foo Fighter songs. What he doesn’t expect is clicking on “AUD-20101223” and suddenly hearing loud moaning. He gasps and scrambles to pause it, so shocked the iPod drops right to Harry’s stomach. Harry looks absolutely mortified, even more than he did when Louis played High School Musical. He’s blushing so furiously his face bypassed rosy straight to flaming red, and his mouth is closing and opening like he can’t think of a single thing to say.

Pull Me Under Smut Fic 

*Not Daddy, but an excellent dom/sub dynamic*

17 Black was where Louis went when he needed someone to hit him so hard his brain switched off.

Let me be your good night.

This was written as part of my fic, Let Me Touch You Where Your Heart Aches (aka the Temporary Fix AU) and it was supposed to be a Bonus chapter, but I decided it didn’t fit. However, I think it would be nice to share it with y’all. Thanks to @roseandbee and @aslowmotionaccident for all the help. <3 

This is a drabble about how it all started. 

Warnings: Smut. Um… that’s it. There’s smut in there. 

Enjoyyyy


“It doesn’t work like that!” Louis shrieked, reaching to snatch Harry’s controller from his hands. “You’re not supposed to just press a button consecutively and win the battle. It’s stupid and ruins the game.”

“You’re just saying that because I am winning!” Harry leaned as far away from Louis as possible, laying on the couch to avoid Louis, eyes focused on the screen across from them.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a fic about Christmas and eggnog cause I like eggnog and Christmas

Don’t know how much eggnog made it into the story, I might have gotten a bit carried away with other things. Heh. Hope you like it regardless. xo.

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“Harry, the movie’s starting!” 

You curled up on the couch in your Christmas-themed onesie, calling out to your boyfriend whom was in the kitchen. You were clad in your bright red and green pajamas that Harry had given you the week prior. I know it’s not Christmas yet, but I saw it an’ knew you’d love it, he’d said as he pulled out the colorful garment, and you peppered his face with kisses immediately after. 

“Gimme a hot sec, love!” He called out from the kitchen, and you exhaled an impatient huff. You smiled regardless—Christmas was two days from now, and you were more than ready to celebrate. You and Harry were having people over for dinner on Christmas evening, and you knew it would be packed, so the two of you were having a quiet night in alone while you had the chance. Of course, it ended up being a movie marathon of your favorite Christmas movies. The Grinch was up next, which was your absolute favorite, and you were eager to get it started.

Your entire living room was covered in Christmas decorations, from twinkling lights to tinsel to the mistletoe that Harry had cheekily hung up over the fireplace. Your (extremely) large Christmas tree had it’s home in the corner of the room, and it wore a variety of colorful ornaments, including a few from your childhood that you’d brought with you when the two of you moved in together. 

It was the most at-home you’d felt in your entire life.

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(Credence x Reader) A Safe Place [Pt.1]

Title : A Safe Place

Request : no

Warnings : none

Word Count :2,703 (SOOO MUCH LOL)

A/N : Since I have no inspiration for Newt’s… I attempted to write Credence. This is my first time writing him, sorry if he seems OOC, and I hope you enjoy!

Next : http://frostyiceberg.tumblr.com/post/154465832918/credence-barebone-x-reader-a-safe-place-pt2

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The Second Salem.

Their rally has always been a loud one, full of curious people. You’re always there too, attending each rally, standing in a distance. But you never listened, not even once, since you’re a wizard yourself. The youngest one from the Goldstein family.

The real reason you’re there is because of him.

Credence, as his mother, the leader of the Second Salem, calls him. He has always looked so calm, yet terrified and anxious at the same time. He never speaks, and the only thing he does every time you see him is giving out pamphlets, or just standing behind his mother and his sisters.

And today, as usual, you stand in a distance, to examine him. Perhaps examine would not be the right word to use. Stare in wonder would be correct. The man did attract you in some way, where all you want to do is to comfort him. Never did you see him smile or relax.

“You! You there!”

You snap out of your thoughts when the leader’s voice calls out to you, and everyone’s eyes land on you. You point at yourself, asking for confirmation.

“Yes! You young lady! This woman right here has been visiting our rally for a few weeks, everyone!”

Some people clap, and some pulls you forward, in front of the crowd, to the leader’s side. You do nothing at the actions. She grasps your hands in hers, eyes glinting with a fire in them.

“Tell me my dear, what has brought you to us? I can’t help but notice you in the distance, silently listening to our righteous words,”

You cringe internally at the word righteous. This woman is a lunatic.

“I, uh… Desperation, perhaps?” you lie.

“I see, a thirst for justice?”

“ Um, yes, sort of, not sure though,”

She smiles at you reassuringly. “Worry not, we here will condemn those witches, for a better future!” she says. You give her a fake smile and she lets go of your hand. You walk away from the crowd of people, from the rally.

Little did you know, a certain man watches you as you disappear in the distance.

***

“[Name], you have a mail here,” Tina says.

It’s a sunny morning, despite the late November season, a few days after the incident. You’re currently waiting for Queenie to finish making breakfast when you receive a mail. A letter, to be exact.

Tina gasps. “It’s from the Second Salem!! [Name], what did you do??” she asks, worry on her face. You take the letter from her hands and see the front of the envelope. Cursive letters of your name on the front, and a stamp on the back.

“How do you know this is their stamp, Teenie?” Queenie asks, peeking at the envelope in your hands.

“Look the symbol. Hands breaking a wand? Does it ring a bell?”

“Oh, you’re right Teenie!” Queenie answers, as she brings the pancake to the table.

“Stop being so dramatic you two,” you carefully cut the envelope open, producing a single letter from it. You read the letter carefully. It says :

Dear Ms.[Name] Goldstein,

My name is Mary Lou Barebone, the head, and the leader of the Second Salem. As I have said before, in the last rally, I am delighted to know that there is someone who has interest in our teachings. That someone being you.

In regards of that, we would like to invite you to a private dinner of our little family this Saturday 7PM sharp. Just me, you, and my children. I assume you have seen or met them perhaps? Credence, Chastity, and Modesty Barebone.

I look forward in meeting you.

 

P.S. We rarely invite anyone. And we think of you as a special guest.

 

Sincerely,

Mary Lou Barebone.

You stare at the letter in disbelief. One of the worst enemies of your kind, just asked you to have dinner with them. Your head spins as your thought goes to meeting him. Credence.

“Oh my God, Teenie,” Queenie breaks the silence.

“What?”

“Our little [Name] is invited to a dinner with them!”

“WHAT?!”

You glare at Queenie, which she replies with a giggle. Folding the letter into the envelope, you stuff it to your pocket.

“Tina, calm down, it’s just dinner. Harmless.”

“They are No-Majs, [Name]! You know the rules!”

“I’ll go. Not to be rude.”

“But-“

“I thought you’ve always told me to be polite to others by not rejecting their offer, Tina?” you reply with a sly smirk.

She sighs in defeat. “Fine, but if something happens, come to us immediately,”

“Thanks sis. You’re the best.”

You stand and hug Tina, with Queenie joining in.

“Yay! Hugs!” she says.

Tina hugs the both of you back, a motherly feeling washes over her.

“Awww Teenie, you’re already like a mother to the both of us!” Queenie says.

“Stop reading my mind, Queenie”

***

You stand in front of the church of the Second Salem, the letter in your hands. As you raise your hand to knock at the door, it suddenly opens, revealing Credence. He flinches, not expecting you. He gazes down, avoiding eye contact.

“Um… I received this letter a few days back…? An invitation,” you said.

“Yes… We were expecting you,” he quietly says.

He moves from the door, a gesture to let you in. You step into the dark, gloomy building, looking around as you do so. The building is mostly made of wood, and the floor creaks every time you take a step.

Out of the blue, two hands come in contact with your shoulder, startling you. You swiftly turn back, to see Credence behind you.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“…your coat.”

“I’m sorry…?”

“I want to hang your coat,” he says once more, louder.

“Oh.”

You delicately take off your coat, and give it to him. Your hand brushes against his, and slightly, you feel something rough against your skin. Not sure what it is, though.

“Thank you, Credence,”

His eyes look up at you, and for the first time, you make an eye contact. His eyes are the color of your daily morning coffee, a warm color, yet it has some dullness in it. It shows a slither of hope and a little happiness in it.

But then he lowers his head again when his mother calls for him.

“Credence. What are you doing?”

He hangs the coat onto the nearby rack, then walks into the room, where the dinner table is.

“Our guest has arrived, mother,” he replies vacantly.

You peek your head from behind him, and see Mary Lou’s face brightens instantly. Chastity and Modesty, who are preparing the dinner, stare at you, curious and amused.

“Ah! Miss Goldstein! I am very glad you can make it,”

“Thank you for inviting me, Mrs.Barebone,”

“Oh please! Call me Mary Lou, no need for such formality!”

Credence walks past her mother, and to be stopped by her mother’s hand on his sleeves. The colors drain from his face.

“Credence?”

“Yes, mother?”

“Where is your manner? Show our guest her seat! Don’t just let her stand there!”

He nods, then guides you to your seat, which is beside Mary Lou and Credence’s seat. He pulls out his seat to you, and that’s when you notice it. Several fading scars on his palm, and some on the back of his hands. You decide not to make any comment.

“We are sorry to have only this for today’s eventful dinner, Ms.Goldstein. I hope you don’t mind,” Mary Lou says.

Chastity and Modesty brings the food to the table, and they sit down. Credence sits too, and as you have suspected, beside you. The man you’ve been observing for weeks is sitting next to you. Your heart skips a beat.

The Barebone family says their prayer, and you followed suit, although what’s in their prayer is contradicting to your belief. It contains several wishes about wanting to succeed exterminating the wizards, and you can’t help but feel a little uncomfortable.

All of you eat in silence. It seems to be an unspoken rule of not talking at dinner in this household.

***

After dinner, Chastity and Credence clean the table and wash the plates. Modesty has gone upstairs, and it’s just you and Mary Lou on the table.

“So… Mary Lou, why did you invite me to this dinner, exactly? I am a stranger to you,” you ask her.

“My dear, you are no stranger to me if you do believe in my teachings. I have considered you as an ally of this church. That is why I want to make it official in this dinner.”

You’re taken aback by her answer.

“What do you mean official?”

“Why, don’t you want to help our cause? We would really appreciate it if you do,” she says as she takes a sip on her tea.

“I… Appreciate the gesture, and the offer, but… I can’t. I already have a job somewhere else, and I am working there most of the time,”

‘Not to mention I’m working for MACUSA,’ you think to yourself. Her smile falters, but she remains calm and composed.

“Ah, I understand,”

“I’d definitely help you if I have the time though,” you quickly add. Her smile forms again. She seems pleased to have you helping her.

“Perfect! We’ll always be here, Miss Goldstein. You know where to find us.”

***

After several chitchats with Mary Lou, about the history of the church, when and where the next rally will be held, you’re finally able to go home. Everything that came out of her mouth bored you to death. And all the time she was talking, your attention is fixed on Credence.

He had been sitting on the stairs the whole time you were talking to Mary Lou, and the movement he made piques your interest. It made you even more curious of him. He was caressing his palm, whilst silently eavesdrop you and his adoptive mother in the shadow.

Putting on your coat, you step outside the building. The sky is dark, but is decorated by the bright stars. It’s barely visible though, the streetlights reducing the darkness.

You begin to make your way down the deserted street before you hear a familiar voice calling your name.

“Miss Goldstein,” he calls.

You look back, and see Credence skipping towards you, coat still unbuttoned.

“Yes, Credence?”

He makes that look again once his name slips past your lips. A look of surprise, a look of hope and wonder.

“My mother wishes me to escort you home,” he says.

“Ah, that’s very kind of you, and her. But I am perfectly capable of walking myself,” you smile at him.

“Please,” he says. “I insist. If I don’t do as she says… My mother will…” he drifts off. His expression look desperate and he seems to be upset. You sigh, and start walking again.

“Alright, alright. Come on then,” you beckon him to follow you. He follows you, but then you stop him. He looks at you questioningly.

“You’ll catch a cold if you leave this unbuttoned,” you say as you start to button his coat. He takes a step back, startled by your actions. “Relax. I don’t bite.” He stands still as you make your way up, each button perfectly in place. Once you button the last one on his chest, you realize that your and his face is so close.

Your heart skips a beat again, and heat rushes to your face. You look at Credence’s face, and his eyes meet yours. You notice a faint pink on his face. Is he… Blushing?

Credence breaks the gaze and looks away, muttering a thank you. You step back, and begin walking again, hands in your pocket.

“Hey Credence,”

“Yes…?”

“How are you?”

He remains silent. You glance back, and see him bemused by the sudden question.

“What do you mean…?”

“Well, I’ll be frank with you. The whole time I was in the rally, I can’t help but notice you look upset. Even back then when we had dinner, and now,” you explain.

“I don’t know,” he replies.

You shrug. “Alright then. I trust you. But if something happened, or if you need someone to talk to, I’m here.”

It feels weird to tell someone all this, but for this fragile looking man, you figure it would be okay. An exception. Credence blinks at your sentence. ‘Trust,’ you said. It is a word he rarely uses for someone.

Snow begins to fall as you exit the area. The road is still far, but you can use the shortcut you barely use in the night. For some reasons.

“Credence.”

“Yes?”

“Are you afraid of the dark?”

“Um… No?”

“Good. This way.”

You grab his hand and pull him away from the street, to the Central Park. The shortcut is to make your way across the park, but at this time, the streetlights in the park are usually turned off. For saving reasons they said.

Still grabbing his hand, you enter the park and walk silently. The park is eerily quiet, and you never really liked the darkness. Combined with silence. A big no.

“Miss Goldstein?”

“Call me [Name], please.”

“Alright… [Name], are you afraid of the dark?”

“No,” you lie. Suddenly, the sound of branch cracking surprised you, and you tighten your grip on his hand.

“Okay, a little, maybe.”

He replies with silence and walk a little faster. Your shorter legs try to follow his steps, only to be dragged by him. It looks like he’s fast walking and you skipping. Credence is now walking ahead of you.

His steps come to a halt, making you bump to his back. “Oof!” you say.

“I apologize Miss Goldstein…”

“It’s okay… What’s wrong?” you ask as you rub your nose, which previously had bumped first.

“Please look up…”

You look up and see the sky, now full of stars with several clouds floating by. The moon is shining brightly, illuminating the park.

“Oh my God… When did it get this clear?”

Credence watches the sky too in wonder. He rarely goes out at night, thanks to his strict rules of his adoptive mother. His late mother used to bring him stargazing, and he always remember what she used to say: ”When you’re lost, or scared. Look up to the sky, and you’ll find the light.”

You feel giddy and warm in the insides despite the cold, night weather. It’s very nice of him to do this with you. And this… It feels like a date.

“Are you ready to continue..?” his voice breaks the silence.

“Yes… Thank you Credence,”

“…you’re welcome,”

***

The rest of the trip was filled with silence once more, both of you still shy to start a conversation. When you see the familiar building of your apartment, you turn to Credence.

“Well… Here we are,” you say.

“Yes,”

“Thank you for walking me Credence,”

“You’re welcome…”

He walks you to the front door, and you bid your goodbye.

“Credence,”

“Yes, Miss Goldstein?”

“For the last time, call me [Name]. And…” you pause.

He stares at you with his head low. Waiting with anticipation. You walk up to him, reach to your pocket, and pull out a few band aids. Hesitant, he takes it.

“Tend your scars with those. It’ll heal faster,” you say.

“Oh and… Credence? One last thing,”

“I think I like you,” you smile. “Have a good night.”

And with that, you enter the building, and immediately run upstairs, ready to tell your sisters about what happened.

***

What you told him took him by surprise. Never in his life had he experienced this kind of thing. Being with his ‘family’ always manages to make him busy. Sure, he has a few moments to spare, but even at that time, his mother wants him to give out pamphlets.

And every time, he always, always obediently listen.

He looks at the band aids in his palm, and silently places them over his scars as he makes his way back. And for the first time, he smiles. And he feels warm.

Like A Saturated Sunrise

Halsey - Colors AU

[based on the ‘story’ from the music video]


“Credence… is everything alright?" 

His jaw drops and a thousand replies flood his mind. 

All he can do is stare and recall the tennis match from last Thursday. 

Mr Graves had been in a white sweater, khaki shorts, and knee high socks with sneakers. He should have looked ridiculous, clad in simple ’Dad attire’ as Tina had snarked. But all Credence could think about is how handsome he is, how refined he always seems.


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These guys don’t get enough love, so.

Lee Fletcher-

-Harry Potter nerd
-Sounds like a freaking angel on the acoustic guitar
-Can play a variety of instruments
-transgendered (birth name was Leah)
-Usually listens to audio books instead of reading them
-Half Korean
-Loved teasing Michael about being short
-Was about six feet tall
-wrote poetry
-His freckles glow when he’s embarrassed and his hair glows when he’s scared
-He’s the mother hen of cabin 7
-Wavy blonde hair
-Total Disney geek
-Favorite movie was Tangled and favorite band was LemonadeMouth
-Went blind on a quest with Michael and another camper while fighting a drakon
-A Hephaestus kid made him a cane that turned into a bow
-after he died, Michael kept the cane propped up next to his bed.
-sometimes he used it for archery practice and when he did, he sometimes heard Lee whispering encouragement in his ear


Michael Yew-

-Lord of the Ring dork
-Nicknamed Lee, “Legolas”
-Made puns about everything
-Irish
-Teased Lee a lot
-Cheeks glows when he’s really embarrassed
-Very protective over his siblings
-When Lee was blinded, Michael fussed over him every chance he got
-Very impatient and short temper
-Used to date Lou Ellen
-Got in fights with Clarisse a lot
-had a stash of ice cream for when they needed it
-after Lee died, Michael, Kayla, Will and Austin would sit on Lee’s old bunk, eating ice cream and talking about memories of him while listening to LemonadeMouth
-After the Titan war, Will, Kayla and Austin went searching for Michael for two weeks until Chiron finally told them not to.
-Lee’s cane/bow and Michael’s bow hang on a hook in the back of the cabin

Will Solace-

-He’s the best at healing
-He held Kayla and Austin together when Michael died
-He suffers from depression but tries his best to smile everyday for his siblings
-He often cries himself to sleep
-He doesn’t want to be head counselor
-his hair glows when he’s surprised
-he can bend light
-Cecil and Lou Ellen are his best friends
-He has a journal of every patient that comes into the infirmary and whether or not they survive
-Lee has a page in there and the pen is smudged and there’s tear stains all over it


Kayla-

-Dirty blonde hair that reaches her elbows
-Only a few months younger than Will
-hair glows when she’s extremely happy
-she isn’t the best at healing but she sings very well
-She’s very good at debating
-She doesn’t take any shit from her brothers
-she has a death glare


Austin-

-mother died when he was five, aunt took him to camp because she couldn’t afford to keep him
-lived in the South, still has the accent
-Dyes his hair pink. At first, it was a practical joke that Lee pulled, Kayla was going to dye Austin’s hair red but Lee switched the bottles. Once Lee died, Austin kept his hair pink as a memoir of Lee
-lost two fingers in the battle of the Labyrinth
-has an undercut
-has severe depression
-is going through his “punk phase”
-has two pairs of glasses, silver rimmed with black sides and hipster glasses
-is obsessed with all things Disney (especially punk Disney and Big Hero 6)

Realize -- Chapter Twenty-Five “Sleepless”

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I’ve been reading too many imagines on @theartofimagining13 and some from my own silly brain… here we go Chapter Twenty-Five!

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Things That I Need To Be In ToA

- SOLANGELO ARE YOU KIDDING ME

- Ethan Nakumura. Seriously. I don’t think he even got mentioned in HoO when he was one of the deepest and most meaningful characters in PJO.

- Lou Ellen liking Nico and it’s a huge love quadrilateral cause I’m done with my geometry unit and I will never be the same *_` 

-Lou Ellen being sassy

-Apollo cabin not knowing its Apollo (LESTER) and getting to know and like him

- THE STOLLS PRANKING APOLLO AND HIM BEING ALL”TASTE MY WRATAAAATH” AND THEM BEING ALL “lol yeah right”

- Percy and Annabeth being like, “I’m done with this” and NOT BEING MAIN CHARACTERS LIKE OMG THEY’VE HAD TEN FIRETRUCKING BOOKS ALL TO THEMSELVES

- cAPS LOCK BEING USED EVERY SEVENTEEN WORDS CAUSE 17 IS MY FAV. NUMBER

- Phobos, Dimoes, Melione, and side-gods like them coming back

-Nico knowing it’s Apollo and being all “WTT bro”

- Nico teases him not-so subtly in public until Apollo starts making remarks about how Nico will probably be his son in law one day, at which point Nico chokes on his water and everyone else is like “WTT”

- Magnus Chase and Sadie Kane being mentioned by Annabeth during an Iris message

- Apollo constantly making Haikus ALL THE FREAKING TIME

-Solangelo

- Calypso and Leo coming in and at their first dinner at CHB Calypso sees Apollo.

-”What are you doing here?”

-”Lester, why are you talking to my GF?”

- “I… I…”

-And is saved by Nico

-WHO PROMPTLY TELLS LEO EVERYTHING

-Reyna is Nico’s BFFL who he tells everything (even about Will)

-Piper and Hazel playing dominant roles

- Frank bc hes adokable

- Jason going back and forth and randomly doing stuff to Nico like calling him “Neeks” (Lou Ellen came up with that) and pinching his cheeks

- Did I mention Solangelo

- Everyone is so done with everything

-Like Me

- Schist I have homework due tomorrow 

Credence x Reader #1

Description: When Mary-Lou has to take in another child on short notice, [Y/N] is stuck sharing a room with Credence, and maybe that’s a good thing

Warning: Incest? I don’t know, you’re not blood related but like.. each their own right? I DONT KNOW, slight mentions of abuse!

Also, this is my first every Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them imagine.. I tried okay, that’s all that MATTERS


“And this shall be your room” Mary-Lou stated, pushing you in slowly with her palm pressed on your back, you bit down on your lip, nodding as you looked around slowly. “Now, due to the short notice, you’ll have to share with my eldest adoptive son; Credence” You breathed in slowly, nodding again, biting down on your bottom lip as you sat down on the bed on the far right, placing your hands in your lap as you wait for her to talk more. “The other children will be home soon, you shall meet them then” Mary-Lou sighed, closing the door behind her as she left the room, leaving you in the quiet room.

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Preference #16 - He Gets Jealous (Louis)

Request: He gets jealous when another guy hits on you

A/N: This one is long but I had fun writing it, let me know what you all think!! 

“Hey Boo, are you ready yet?” I heard Louis call from downstairs. “We’re gonna be late.” 

I sighed, placing my hair straightener back down onto the bench and checking myself in the mirror, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. This dinner was big deal for Lou and the boys and I didn’t want to embarrass myself or them by looking too simple.

Checking the time on my phone I realized that Lou was right, we really were going to be late if we didn’t hurry up, something I definitely didn’t want to happen. The boys were meeting with management tonight at dinner, along with a potential opening band for their upcoming tour. This band was apparently creating quite a name for themselves and having them along for the tour was only going to help.

Running my hands over the fabric of my dress I took a deep breath, grabbing my clutch and making my way down the stairs. Louis was standing in the entryway, his hands fiddling the the button on his suit jacket.
“Hey, sorry I just lost track of time,” I said as I reached him, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek.
“That’s okay,” He replied, smiling down on me. “You look beautiful by the way.”
I felt myself blush as I looked at the floor, choosing not to reply as I followed him out the front door.

On the drive there I couldn’t help but shift nervously in my seat, my finger nails scratching at the glittery outside of my clutch. No matter how long Lou and I had been dating having to be around management always made me uncomfortable; they were always so concerned about the image of the band, cautious over everyone in the boys lives. I’d never directly had an issue with them and the few people I’d met on the odd occasion had always been nothing but nice. However that didn’t stop the nagging pit in the bottom of my stomach the closer we got to the restaurant.

-

“Lou!”
We looked over as Niall called out for his bandmate, his hand waving above the rest of the people already sitting down to their meals. I followed behind Louis as he weaved his way through the tables, a smile on my face as I noticed that the other boys were already there as well. Small talk ensured right away, greetings thrown into the mix as people were introduced.

There were three members of the opening band, all of them eager and enthusiastic about the tour, wanting to know everything from the arenas they were going to be playing in and what the boys fans were like; it seemed like everyone got along perfect. It was while management was discussing dates and shows that I chose to zone out, it wasn’t really anything that I needed to worry about.
“Kinda boring right?”
I looked to the side as a voice spoke up in my ear, my eyes widening slightly as I turned to find a member of the other band - Trent, I think - staring right at me, his face a whole lot closer than what I’d thought it was.
“Par - pardon?” I replied.
“All this talk about shows and venues and what not…seems all a little over the top really.”
“Oh…well I suppose with bigger type shows it’s necessary, especially because there months long”
“It must kill you to be away from Louis for that long,” He continued, leaning even closer. “You must get really lonely.”
“It really isn’t that bad,” I said, feeling my cheeks get hot. “I talk to Lou as much as I can, it helps.”
“Still, a woman like you must have…needs.”

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Mulder’s Journal

Entry One (Millennium):

Scully,  Dana,

I’ve been sitting here for close to an hour now, just trying to find the words. Trying to figure out how to tell you what I learned today.

And then I remembered. You wrote to me in a journal, once. Maybe it’s fitting that I do the same, now. At the very least, maybe it will help me make sense of things enough in my head that I can tell you out loud. Once I can find the words, then I just have to find the courage to say them.

Unfortunately, that might be the hardest part.

Maybe it’s because I’m not ready to believe it yet, myself. More likely it’s because I can’t bring myself to do anything that might dampen the beautiful light in your eyes. You’ve been through more than enough pain for one lifetime; how could I possibly justify causing you more?

Jesus, you’re not even here and I’m still stalling.

Okay. Here it is in black and white: There’s something wrong with my brain. I’m sick.

The doctors don’t know what it is, but as of today, they know some of the things it’s not. It’s not cancer or an aneurysm. It’s not whatever happened before with the artifact. It’s not multiple sclerosis or Lou Gehrig’s or Alzheimer’s. I should be relieved, but… better the devil you know, right?

So, they don’t know what’s wrong with me. They’re going to do some more tests soon. And I know I should tell you. Hell, if it were you, I’d want to know. When you were sick, before, I hated being in the dark. So I get it, and I’ll tell you. I will. It’s just…

You were so happy this morning. It’s a brand new year, and we wrapped up that case last night (zombies, Scully, we fought actual zombies and won, I just want you to remember that), and then it was so late by the time we got back to my apartment that you actually stayed over. You woke up in my bed this morning, which is undeniably the best way I’ve ever started a new year, and I got to make you breakfast (not bad for a guy with one fully functional arm) and take you back to bed again after. It was too perfect to ruin, to tell you that I had an appointment to get my brain checked out this afternoon. And then after, once I had my laundry list of non-answers… I still don’t know how to break it to you.

I’m a coward, Dana. You’ll be here soon, and I had every intention of telling you tonight, and writing this out was supposed to help, but all it’s done is remind me how beautiful your smile is, how happy you’ve been these past few weeks. I can’t take that away from you. Not yet. Besides, maybe the doctors will have more answers for me after the next appointment. It can wait a little longer.

I’ll tell you soon. I promise. Just not yet.

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ive been thinking about @princess-kidatheart17‘s post and imagined instead of hiro forgetting everything, he forgets the portion of his life that he was a superhero

just imagine him waking up with the team by his side, wondering what happened to him that got himself into the situation. the team doesn’t notice anything wrong at first and feels relieved that he’s okay until hiro says

“hey, where’d tadashi go, why isn’t he here?”

Becoming Close With Credence Barebone Would Include  :

· Meeting him at a NSPS rally 

· Taking his leaflets even though you were a wizard

· You initiating the conversation with him first since you found him interesting and he was too shy to start the conversation

· Him apologizing whenever you made a joke thinking you were making fun of him

· You telling him that you would never make fun of him countless times sincerely

· Your first ‘date’ being small tea shop far away from the NSPS rally so Mary Lou wouldn’t see him 

· Him admitting he had never had tea before that day

· You inviting him over but him declining every time because he didn’t want Mary Lou to find out that he was going out

· Him offering to walk you home so nothing happens to you when its dark

· Hearing a knock on your door very late the night he walked you home to find him standing there with his head down squeezing his hands together tightly

· Inviting him in while he apologized multiple times for stopping by so late

· Healing his wounds and making him tea (Tea becoming something you always made for him since he was deprived of it before he met you)

· Holding him while he cried and talked about his life with Mary Lou

· Telling him about being a wizard and him being grateful that you trusted him enough to tell him something so big

· Talking to him about magic and showing him tricks that entertained and soothed him

· Finding out he was talking to Graves and trying to convince him that Graves was not trying to help him, but was only using him

· Him begging you for help after he killed Mary Lou and went Obscurial 

· Comforting him and calming him down

· Expressing how much you wanted to kill Graves for hurting Credence, then having Credence tell you that he deserved everything Graves did/said to him

· Telling him how much he didn’t deserve getting hurt like that and how much you cared for him

· Helping him control his magic 

· Him living with you after Mary Lou died

· Late night cuddles after all of his nightmares (which occurred regularly)

· Noticing his craving for physical contact after being deprived of positive contact for so long

· Eventually just deciding to share a room at least until he stopped having nightmares and being afraid of sleeping alone

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Daddy’s Little Buddy - Danny Williams

i 💜 your hawaii five o imagines! can I have a danny x reader where the reader is pregnant and goes into labor during a case

Title: Daddy’s Little Bud 

Pairing: Danny x Reader 

Warnings: I added a lot of gifs, but other than that none, I think 

Prompt: Danny x reader where the reader is pregnant and goes into labor during a case 

A/N: I got a little carried away #noregrets

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Break My Heart: Chapter 9 (A Solangelo Fanfic)

It’s time again, for another installment of Break My Heart! This just in: ROMANTIC PROGRESSION! Also body mutilation. But what’s any activity at Camp Half-Blood without any danger, am I right?

Enjoy!

Read on Tumblr: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

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Preview:

“Well you know what? We are going to change your fate then. You will take Nico on the best first date ever, then everything will be great. So let’s just do it. Mama didn’t raise no quitters. Understand me?”  

              “Okay, okay,” Will said as he put his hands up in surrender, before suddenly panic washed over him. “Oh my Gods, I’m going to ask Nico di Angelo on a date.”

              “Everything will work out. Just wait and see, after all, what could possibly go wrong?”

              “Lou Ellen, you do realize that people only say that before something horrible happens right?”


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Harry Styles Imagine

[So me and my lovely @rockywillows were having our usual chat about Harry and kept coming up with scenarios for adorable situations with him and got onto what it would be like to call him in the middle of the night because you can’t sleep and what he would do. So, she asked me to tell her what he would say and I kind of just ended up writing an actual short blurb and we then decided that I needed to make it a full on story so.. here it is. haha Enjoy]


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I keep seeing shit that says that Louis’ interview,particularly the one he did with the Sun focused too much on his personal life.But here’s what Louis said in the interview:

“I want to make everything as honest and obvious as possible.” 

Meaning, he WANTS to talk about his personal life because it serves as the inspiration for his music! So don’t give that bullshit when all you’re really saying his you don’t believe what your supposed fave says about his son and girlfriend because you would rather believe in a fictitious relationship that has been stated fake SEVERAL TIMES over the years and you can’t accept that.