lou is crazy

i may or may not have totally tweaked her face lol shh

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Just a little, fluffy blurb for you

Even before I was fully awake, I felt the weight of his arm around my waist.
Hearing him breathing and just because there was the chance of looking at him, without him noticing it… I slowly opened my eyes.
A little bit of sunlight creeped into the room and made it possible for me to be able to just admire his beautiful face. He looked so peaceful and at the same time, he looked like a little fluffy puppy with his messy hair. I couldn’t resist and slightly stroke through it…
No plans, we promised each other… We were far away from everyone and finally got some peace and quality time the way we waited for. We’ve waited for this moment way too long.
My limbs started to make clear that last night wasn’t that peaceful, as amazing he made me feel again and again…But my legs felt still wobbly and my arms hurt from the need of holding on so tight to him… I, somehow, made it to get out of bed and grabbed his shirt, which was laying on the floor - I felt like I was wearing a dress. His clothes would always be way too big for me.
I went to this huge window on the other side of the room and felt so, so happy…just being here and having this moment. Seeing the sun rise…the night turning into morning, the water staring to sparkle like diamonds as the sun slowly came up. As she filled not just the water, but also the beach and slowly everything around with the most beautiful colours there were.
“Why did you had to leave the bed…You’re so comfty…”, he mumbled right behind me and I felt his arms slowly moving around my waist and his chin resting on my shoulder.
“It’s so beautiful…How could I ignore such an amazing sunrise?”, I smiled and leaned against him. “You’re beautiful.” I turned my head and kissed his cheek. “Morning…” “Come back to bed, love, it’s way too early…” “I know…”, I said, as I took one more look at the beach and the quiet surroundings… before he grabbed my hand and pulled me back to bed

(Credence Barebone x Reader) A Safe Place [Pt.2]

Title : A Safe Place [Pt.2]

Request : No

Smut : Nope just fluff

Word Count : 1,995

A/N : I’m on a roll but I think I’ll post the third in three or more since I’m having a writer’s block after this part. Enjoy this one! Feedbacks are highly appreciated! Also, tagging @moonlight53, it’s finally updated haha! 

First : http://frostyiceberg.tumblr.com/post/154409724774/credence-x-reader-a-safe-place-pt1

Next : http://frostyiceberg.tumblr.com/post/154634234094/credence-barebone-x-reader-a-safe-place-pt3

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The next Friday evening, you walk out of the MACUSA building, after a long day at work. Several newcomer wizards from Ireland had arrived to New York this morning, and by several, you mean a ton of them. It seems that they want to have a vacation here in New York.

Your day was filled with filling forms of wand permit, and right now, your hand feels like a rock. You’ve tried to stretch it, pull it, massage it, everything, but it’s still sore.

You look up to the sky, and see it’s already dark, with snow starting to fall. The black sky and the fluttering snow remind you of the incident that happened last week. Your sisters were more than delighted to see you came home in one piece. They had thought Mary Lou and her crazy cult burned you alive or something.

You told Tina and Queenie about what happened between you and Credence, and with a gleeful face, Queenie exclaimed: “Our little [Name] is in love!” You denied it, obviously, but with her ability, you couldn’t hide anything from them. Tina then gave you a long lecture about how you should be careful with No-Majs, how they will kill you, and that what might happen.

You dismissed her with a scoff, claiming her paranoid. Yet, deep in your heart, some of her words had stuck inside you. Being the youngest of the three, they have always protected you, after your parents had died of dragon pox. But you always manage to try to protect yourself, relieving their burden.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a familiar face.

Credence.

He is giving out pamphlets to the people walking past him, or more like trying to. People just ignore him and keep walking by. You decide to approach him, seeing there’s none of his family member in sight. As you approach him, you can’t help but notice that he has no coat on, only a jacket. And the color on his face shows that the he has been outside, there perhaps, for a few hours.

“Can I have one?” you ask from behind him, poking his shoulder.

He looks genuinely surprised when he hears your voice, asking for the pamphlets. Credence turns around, eyes still cast downward, and hands you one of them. You probably will throw it to the fireplace or something, but obviously you won’t tell him that. For now, your attention fixes on him only.

“Thank you…” he says quietly. You swear you see a tiny smile on the corner of his mouth.

“You look cold, Credence. Care for some coffee?” you offer him. And it is true. Up close, you can see him slightly shivering.

“I… I can’t,” he replies, avoiding your gaze once more by looking at the pamphlets in his hand.

“Why can’t you? Please, I insist. You look very ill, Credence,” you push on. He hesitates as his grip on the pamphlets tightens.

“…Mother… She would be furious… If she knew I am abandoning my job…” he says. The way he says it makes him sounds like a soldier. Or a puppet. Always ready to listen, to act upon the string controlled by the puppeteer.

“Oh, come on now. No mother would want any harm to her child! Come on, let’s get you something warm.”

You gently take the pamphlets from his hand, and neatly place it in his trousers’ pocket. He freezes when you do so. After you put them in his pocket, you see the scars on his palm have healed. You will have to thank Queenie for teaching you to make magical band aids later.

“Let’s go,” you say.

He walks beside you, eyes cast downward, and body posture inward. He seems scared of something. You consider taking his hand in yours, to calm him down. Or perhaps not. It will be extremely awkward, and if someone from MACUSA, or your sister sees you holding hands with him? You will be burned on a stake.

You decide the latter. Looking at him, he seems to be lost in thought as his eyes glances to the stores with Christmas decorations on it. It’s the end of November, but the stores in this particular are have put up the Christmas decorations. ‘It’s too early for this,’ you think to yourself.

The lights decorating the Christmas tree inside the store shine brightly, bringing a warm atmosphere to your surroundings. The smell of cocoa and baked goods also fills your nose, bringing forth the Christmas joy before it comes.

“Tell me Credence, does your family celebrate Christmas too?”

He looks at you for a second, before looking down again.

“Mother says that it is not necessary… Because of the money we would waste…” he says. “And… The precious time we have… Should be to spread our cause…”

Hearing him breaks your heart. No wonder he always looks so sad and lonely. Not to mention the scars on his hand… You wonder if his mother did it to him too…?

“Ah! Here we are!” you exclaim, suddenly stopping in front of a small café. You enter first, with Credence following behind you. He blinks in the sudden temperature change, the heat of the building warming his cold body.

You pick a seat in the corner, far from the glass window, in case someone spots you.

“What do you want Credence?” you ask, handing him the menu. You already know what to order, since you always go here every Friday evening. Getting a reward for yourself after a hard working week.

Credence looks at the menu with such concentration, and the way his brows furrow with each other makes you smile. He looks like a little kid on his first time in a café. The thought makes you think again. Or is it his first time?

“[Name]…?”

You look up to him, making an eye contact for a moment. Credence calls your name with a slight fear and hesitation, and the way he says it melts your heart.

“Yes, Credence?”

“I… Don’t know what I want…”

“Oh? Is this your first time going to a café?”

He nods. You were right after all.

You call the waiter and order two large mugs of cocoa, with the special Christmas cookies on the side. The waiter, Josh, knows you, and he teases, “Getting a little steamy in here, eh?” You lightly smack him on his arm and tell him to mind his own business. He just chuckles and gives your order to the barista.

Back to Credence. He’s currently examining the interior of the café, silently admiring how wondrous the sight was. Everything he had known in life has always been about his little family, and his abusive mother. He feels a flutter in his chest. Little did he know, the sensation he’s feeling is called happiness.

“Credence?” you call him.

“Yes…?” he replies, breaking out of his trance.

“Are you… Okay?” you ask, testing the waters.

“I am fine… I suppose…”

“Are you sure…?”

He nods.

“Do you… Maybe… Want to talk about it…?”

He nods again.

You tilt your head questioningly. He takes out his right hand, showing it to you. You remain silent. Then, with his left, he pulls up sleeve and shows several scars, new scars, with marks similar like a belt. Your blood boils with anger and sadness, seeing how his face shifts to embarrassment and pure sorrow.

“Who did this Credence?” you ask, trying to hide the anger in your voice. Tears start to run down his face.

“M-Mother would punish me… For not listening to her… Or coming home late…” he sobs.

You reach out your hand to touch the red scars, before stopping and ask him for permission. He nods, trying to contain his sobs. You run your hand softly along the rough scars, some has healed, and some still new. Even some of them don’t only leave scars, but also ugly, purple bruises. His skin is rough to the touch, proof that he has been abused repeatedly.

Credence suddenly pulls his hand and covers it back, and immediately wipes his tears. You can see he cringes when he does so. The rough fabric must’ve come in contact with the scars.

“Two large mugs of cocoa, and fresh baked Christmas cookie. Enjoy!” Josh says as he places down your orders. So that’s why he makes the sudden movement.

You lift one of the mugs and place it in front of him. Credence looks at you, and you smile.

“It’s for you. My treat, it’s almost Christmas too,”

“W-Why are you so kind to me…?” he asks, slowly touching the handle on the mug as if it’s the most delicate thing.

“I… I don’t know myself, to be honest,” you start. He looks at you in fear, also with worry. “I just think… That you’ve always looked so sad… And so lonely… And all I want to do is to help you,” you continue. He hesitantly looks up at you. “But being me, I have no idea how to help you. So I just do my own thing. Does that sound weird?”

He shakes his head.

“You… You have helped me in some way…” he says. Then, he smiles.

Even though it’s a tiny smile, you know it’s that kind of smile, the rare one, which pulls the strings in your heart in a cruel way. Which empty your stomach and fills it with butterflies. The one that blocks your airway, hitching your breath in your throat.

He is beautiful.

The smile on your face widens, and you can hear your heartbeat going faster. You make a mental note to see him more often.

“U-Um! Anyway! Let’s drink the cocoa b-before it gets cold! Haha!” you stutter. His smile caught you off guard, and it breaks the image you’re holding in front of him.

“Yes… Let us,” he says.

Credence sips the cocoa, and you see his eyes widen at the taste. It’s something he has never tasted before. A sweet sensation that fills his whole mouth. A joy he has never felt before.

“Is it good?” you ask excitedly.

He nods at you and sips a little more, getting addicted to the taste. But then, in the back of his mind, he knows that this, this, little joy you give to him is only temporary. And that he shouldn’t get used to the feeling.

Because at the end of the day, you will be gone. And he will go back to the hellhole he calls home.

***

After the both of you finish up the cocoa and the cookies, you paid the bill and walk out of the café with Credence. You can tell he feels bad for not paying what he bought, because he keeps saying ‘Thank you’ and ‘I’m sorry’ the whole time you’re in the café after your little chitchat.

“It’s okay Credence, besides, you walked me home last week. So it really is okay,” you said.

He insists on walking you home, but you decline his offer, thinking it would be trouble if his mother finds out about this. After you say that, he looks sad, yet understands your reasoning.

“If you want, let’s meet up every Friday here, Credence,” you say. He looks up and his eyes give a glint of anticipation.

“B-But… I don’t want you to waste your money on me…”

“Oh it’s okay! We don’t have to always buy things! I’ll make some and bring it here, how about it?”

He hesitates about your offer, but he reluctantly nods.

“Great! Now, off you go Credence, be careful,” you say as you walk up to him.

Gathering your courage, you give him a peck on the cheek. Yours and his face turns bright red, and you giggle at his reaction. You skip away from him, before turning around and say one last thing:

“Please be happy.” 

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Backstage Quickie (1D 4/4 Preference)

Summary: how the backstage quickie is for you guys

Pairing: the boys x reader

Warning: nah no smut to me but slight ;)

I dont wanna live forever as track while writing this tho ;)

LIAM

It would be nearly half an hour before the show started and the adrenaline would make Liam be all over you. You guys would be sneaking and doing it in the dressing room. With moans quickly filling the room and you would be having a hard time keeping the moans to yourself so Liam would kiss you to shush it. He would have you really hard against the wall.  “Li god I’m so close..” you would pant only to be answered by his grunt. Liam would thrust harder and bites your neck sure to be leaving hickey for the others to see. When you both finally came, he would kiss you softly still panting. Fixing both your clothes, you could hear Louis shouting asking where the fuck is Liam. “What the fuck were you doing in the dressing room?” “Umm” Liam would try to think what to say to cover the fact that you guys have been horny before stage. “Oh god! You fuckin horndog mate!” Louis would say noticing the hickey on his neck courtesy of one you gave him earlier.

LOUIS

It was in between break that you’ve been teasing Lou before the show has begun and you know you’re getting it now. All along the first hour oh show his focus had been divided into two. More into the thoughts of how he would wreck you though you could tell from his eyes and how the lyrics somewhat slips from his mouth. And now Louis had dragged you somewhere in an empty room. “Love, you’ve been teasin’ me.” Louis would started. You just bit your lip and grinned at him. “Well 1 month is a long time. I do love to watch you sing and make the crowds go crazy Lou, I do, but I also need some fucking going on.” You explained. “Hmmm well undressed now we don’t have much time.” With that you hurriedly shimmied out of your skirt and start unbuttoning your top. “Leave it, we wouldn’t have time if we’re completely naked.” Louis would skip any kind of teasing and go straight fucking you hard and fast. It was purely lust from both sides and you both were just focusing on orgasming.And just as you got down from the high, “Lou! I know you’re in there! Get  your bum out here too Y/N!” Harry bangs on the door making you both laugh. “5 more minutes mom!” You shouted sassily at Harry. “Jesus Christ..” You could heard him muttered behind the door. And when he returns to the stage, twitter almost instantly went uproar about how disheveled he looked. Not to mention his sex hair.

HARRY

A quickie with Harry is not unusual seeing as you both have sex anytime anywhere you can. So of course this tour break quickie is no exception. “Y/N baby cmon lift your skirt up.” He would say as he lifts your left knee and bend it slightly. His jeans on his knees and hard thrust was quickly given. Sweat all over your body and him. “Harry…” you could only pant as Harry kept up his pace. You could heard the sounds of something being moved and steps outside. “Cmon Y/N…” Harry grunted as he thrust relentlessly to your body. Harry would kiss your neck and groping your breasts with both his hands. “Your tits babe.. God I love it. I love you.” You would only moan and turn your head slightly to kiss him. Harry would kiss you ferociously and kept going until he could feel you’re close. He could tell by the way you clench really tight around him and your body started to jerk everytime he touches you. “Cmon babe… Let go.” And you would do just that. Your body quivering in pleasure. Seeing you like that would push himself over the edge and Harry spurts inside you thrusting hard and giving a final hard thrust before stopping and pulled out from you. Both of you would still be panting and tryna catch your breath before Harry would have to go out and went on with the meet and greet. The next morning you guys would be on the news saying how ‘Styles Love BIte” is the trending topic.

NIALL

The cute irish man is very much proven not to be innocent at all. By how he performs on stage. Those hip thrust made your thoughts gone hayware and lost focus. Only Niall could do that to you. So here you guys are. In the bathroom with your naked ass sitting beside the sink, Niall would bend up your knees as he eats you out. “God you taste so sweet Y/N” Niall moan. Right after he made you cum, you would slide down on your knees, unbuckle his belt and suck him off until he stop your bobbing head, pulling you up and switching you around, thrusting himself into you from behind. He would be slightly rough and go fast seeing as you both has no time. When he’s close, he would reach forward and play with your clit, making you scream in delight and came between seconds. He would switch you again, and you know what he meant to do. Getting down on your knees you open your mouth and look up at him waiting, and finally hot spurts shot into your mouth and face. You swallow whats on your mouth and clean your face with the tissue before going out with him. 

❤ Dreamy albums to listen in the summer ❤

1. Born to Die — Lana Del Rey

2. Rumours  Fleetwood Mac

3. Modern Vampires of the City — Vampire Weekend

4. Blue — Joni Mitchell

5. Crazy For You — Best Coast

6. Salad Days — Mac Demarco

7. Cupid Deluxe — Blood Orange

8. Transformer — Lou Reed

9. Still Crazy After All These Years — Paul Simon

10. True — Solange

11. Cults — Cults

12. Kauai — Childish Gambino

13. Dreamboat Annie - Heart

One Direction Preference- Telling Him You're Pregnant (Louis)

You’d been trying for almost a year and you were about ready to tear your hair out. It was disappointing the first time, a little harder the second, but after the third, it seemed like a vicious game. Harry’s girlfriend had just gotten pregnant and Liam already had two kids. If it didn’t work this time, you were going to talk to Louis about taking a break.

Pacing back and forth in the bathroom, you waited and waited, the 2 minutes seemed like eternity. But then again, didn’t it feel like that every time? The second hand reached its mark and you turned to face the mirror, cracking your knuckles. You reached down blindly, bringing it close, expecting the negative sign. But…what? A plus sign? That couldn’t be right. You took another one. Positive. You felt excitement bubbling in your stomach. After doing a goofy little happy dance, it finally occurred to you…Louis! You needed to tell him! Rushing out of the bathroom, you grabbed your phone, dialing him immediately.

“Y/N?” he picked up.

“Lou! Get home right now!” You could barely contain the excitement.

“What? Why? I’m out with the boys, love. What’s so important?” he questioned, you could hear the other guys all laughing and having fun in the back. You second guessed the importance of it but…no. This was 10 months in the making.

“Louis! Come home! You can go out another night,” you began to get annoyed.

“Alright, alright,” he pulled the phone away and relayed the message “It’s something important, I guess.” you heard him say, “Okay, love, I’m on my way.”

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You couldn’t keep still, waiting for him to come home. You didn’t have time to put together a romantic dinner and it wasn’t like you to get all dressed up, so you settled on pacing the bedroom and doing and redoing your hair over and over again.

You didn’t even hear him come inside, you were still busy, walking around and around trying to handle your butterflies…and the fact that they were not the only thing growing in your tummy. You turned around to see him standing in the door way, “Y/N, what is it-” and you jumped on him. Kissing him as hard as you could, while he lifted you up and laid you down on the bed. “If you’d told me this was the big issue, I would’ve put up much less of a fuss.” He mumbled into your neck laying down on top of you.

“No Lou! This isn’t it,” you replied between kisses.

“Really? What is it then?” he worked his way down to your neck, running his hands down to your waist.

“Lou. I took a test,” you were breathless from the kissing, “A pregnancy test. It was positive.”

He rolled off of you, sitting up, “What? Are you sure? Did you double check?” he was just as stunned as you were.

“Yes!” you leaned over to the bedside table, grabbing the little sticks and waving them in front of him.

“Whoa there,” he pushed them away from his face, “You peed on those things.” He laughed, taking them carefully. You watched his face light up. “You’re pregnant!” he laughed turning towards you and pulling your shirt up to look at your belly.

“Yes I am!” you smiled, ecstatic.

“I think I can already see a baby bump,” he stared at your stomach.

“You’re crazy, Lou. I can’t be more than a few weeks along,” you pulled him close to you and pecked him on the cheek.

“Alright, alright,” he smiled “but, ya know, this does call for a celebration,” he said, rolling back on top of you.

“Oh, yes it does.” you whispered kissing his neck.

~~~

My second piece for this preference set! Harry, Niall, Zayn and Liam are available here. In the mean time, please send any requests for imagines/preferences/ships because I’m just getting this blog started so any activity is good activity (I do 5SOS and FOB as well as 1D).

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America, Your Food Is So Gay

I was ten in 1970, a shy kid growing up in a scrub-oak suburb south of San Francisco. Our house was pitched on stilts sunk in a steep hillside, looking out onto a little arroyo and into the house of two men I loved like uncles (and more deeply than some of the uncles whose DNA I shared).

But besides me and my older brother, Walter, my mom, and my dad, everybody on our street despised Pat and Lou. At a time when it was still a crime in California for one man to give another man a blowjob, the neighbors hated them because they shared the same enormous bed, draped in a regal turquoise coverlet. Hated them because Lou stayed home like moms did, trolling Safeway for steaks and stuffed potatoes to fix for Pat when he got home from the office.

(Why didn’t my parents share the general loathing for Pat and Lou, a disgust expressed through passive avoidance, active shunning, and the occasional high-pitched catcall? I discovered later that my mom, bless her, is a total fag hag. And my dad always hated bullies—it trumped his ambivalence about the gay thing.)

Pat and Lou did cocktail hour nightly from a pair of velour bucket chairs, in their beam-ceilinged, ranch-style canyon house overlooking masses of scarlet and purple irises under the oaks. They put on matching poplin jumpsuits and corduroy house moccasins to sip Gibsons, tossing nuts to Kurt, their sleek miniature schnauzer, from fingers studded with big-jeweled cocktail rings. On nights when my parents would go to the Iron Gate restaurant for shrimp scampi and saltimbocca, they dropped us boys off at Pat and Lou’s for babysitting.

On those nights, Lou would cook us crazy shit our mom never fixed, food so rich no adult should ever serve it to a ten-year-old. There were casseroles that used Monterey Jack as a suspension medium for olives, ground veal, and button mushrooms from a can. And there were Lou’s famous burgers, so rich and salty, so crusted with a mixture of caramelized onions, Roquefort crumbles, and Grey Poupon—a thick impasto gilded beneath the electric broiler element—I could only ever eat half before feeling sick. I loved every bite.

Looking back, I recognize in Lou’s burgers my first taste of food that didn’t give a fuck about nutrition or the drab strictures of home economics. They were calibrated for adult pleasure, acutely expressive of a formalized richness— exactly the type of thing James Beard taught Americans to eat (for all I know, Lou’s recipe was straight out of Beard). I see them now, those burgers, as unflinchingly, unapologetically, magnificently queer.

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anonymous asked:

you mean a ""COINCIDENCE"" ?!

I have never seen so many coincidental circumstances in my life. The biggest coincidences would have to be…

Surprise! I got the first word you said tattooed onto me, Haz!

-No, way! I got the first word YOU said to me, Lou! 

Haz! Check out this rope tattoo I got!

-No way! I got an anchor!

Where’s the rope for the anchor?

-Lol, I don’t know!

Haz, check this out! It looks like an H and S!

-Lol, you’re crazy Lou. 

When did you get that moth, Haz?

-Dunno, after we saw that drawing. Did you get the quote that went with it?!

What are we like?

-We did it again, Lou!

Is that a heart Haz?

-Yeah, is that an arrow?

They say great minds think alike.

Cool heart!

-You, too, Lou! Heh, that rhymes.

Mate I saw that ship and was just inspired.

-You do realise people are going to think these match don’t you?

Nah, Haz…they’re totally independent of each other.

Lol remember everyone saying that a dagger goes with a rose?

-Lou, you didn’t.

Happy anniversary.

-I love you, Boo.

I love you more, Curly.