LilliSummers

Annelies|19|LOUIS TOMLINSON|George Weasley|The Lord of the Rings|Narnia|MPHFPC|One Direction| I still dont know how this app works lol

[lillisummers]

Okay help me out

I have so many stories in my head for so many fandoms!

Characters and fandoms I write for:

• George Weasley (Harry Potter)

• Louis Tomlinson (singer, used to be in One Direction) (I know you are mad at me for saying "used to be" but I want to acknowledge his solo career just as much)

• Horace Somnusson (Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children)

• Edmund Pevensie (Narnia)

• Legolas Greenleaf (Middle-Earth universe)

• Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)

Thats it for now :)

💓Funfact: I actually made up these stories, 10 years ago (so when I was at the age of 8-9) but made a few changes in the storylines as I grew older. So some of them have been with me for a really long time and meant and helped so much to and for me through the years.

⚠️ a few disclaimers:

○ I have no idea how bad I am at writing

○ English is not my native language

○ I have a feeling I still don't fully understands how Tumblr works

○ I have exams right now for the next month so be patient

Thats about it :)

Thanks for reading this far, I love you!

Oooh and btw, help me out with this poll

What fandom should I write first?

George Weasley

Louis Tomlinson

Horace Somnusson

Edmund Pevensie

Legolas Greenleaf

Aaron Hotchner

Voting ended onMay 31, 2024

[yourlocalsmutslut]

The high

warnings: weed, swearing, a bit of smut

wc: 502

a/n: this is my first time writing so bear with me if it's absolute shit.

You walk into the room and instantly smell weed. Before every show Louis would light a joint to calm his nerves, so this wasn't irregular. The only thing different about this time is that you were horny. You've been wanting to make a move on Louis for a while now, but haven't had the confidence. So, you go in and sit on the couch with Louis. He hands you the joint, which you usually don't accept; but this time you did. Shock on his face rises. "didn't expect you to take it," Louis calmly says. You lightly chuckle. "guess I just needed a hit this time". There's a little pause before you say, "But don't expect me to do it again. I'm mature, unlike you,""Oh, now you wanna get feisty I see" Louis says jokingly. You both chuckle a little bit.

As you both continue to finish the joint, your confidence spikes drastically. You turn your head to look at Louis, his beauty is breathtaking. Suddenly you start moving. Slowly wrapping your legs around his hips; straddling him. Confusion in his eyes, yet he doesn't stop you. You take the joint and suck in.  His eyes glued to you. Eye contact makes you even more aroused. fuck it. And with that, you kiss him. Finally feeling his lips on yours. The kiss everything you've ever imagined. Louis then slips his tongue into your mouth making you moan against him. Your hands rising to his hair and tugging at his strands. He groans, liking the feeling. As you both pull away, the smoke transfers into his mouth. Then Louis slowly blows the smoke into your face, teasing you. god he's hot. All of a sudden there's a knock on the door. Both of us jump as you quickly get off of him. The door opens and it's Niall. "We're on in five", Niall says. "Okay", Louis says, trying to stay calm. We all sit there for a brief moment until Niall says, "Meaning get your asses off the couch and let's go", "fuck off" Louis states as we both listen and get up from the couch. While you're walking out you notice that Louis is hard. He's trying his best to hide it but you can clearly see it.

The loud screams of fans await us. Usually your nerves start to build right now, but the weed in your system is making the nerves never even appear for a moment. You all walk on stage, and the fans scream even louder, which you didn't even know was possible.

As Harry starts singing his solo part, Louis walks over to you. You make intense eye contact, 

as you notice a smirk on his face. Once he reaches you, he leans in and whispers, "As soon as this show is done, I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk." Your legs are shaking from just hearing his words. For the rest of the show you're antsy and aroused.

[livelaughlouistomlinson]

While I was away.

Fluff with a minor injury mentioned!

Requested by @multifandomgirllol

The kitchen light flickered excessively like it had been for days now, a sigh of frustration escaping you as you brewed yourself a cup of coffee. You had decided to stay in California and watch the house while Louis was away, having things of your own to take care of.

He assured you that he’d change the lightbulb in the kitchen before he left for his mini four-day tour but it had completely slipped his mind. You didn’t exactly blame him, he hadn’t been on tour in over a year and this short UK leg was just a warm-up for the bigger one to come.

You walked over to the fridge to get yourself some vanilla creamer when you heard a sizzle-like noise, you looked up and realized the lightbulb had gone out completely.

“Ugh! ” you groaned to yourself but immediately felt a wave of guilt over you, knowing he hadn’t done it intentionally.

“Well, this can’t be that hard right?” You thought to yourself as you set the creamer down on your marbled counters and opened the pantry to find the replacement bulbs and step ladder to reach the ceiling. Even with the ladder, you were much too short to reach, having to stand on your tiptoes to reach the light fixture. You had just placed the lightbulb in, not even putting the covering back on when you misstepped and before you knew it your body had smacked the tile floor.

You immediately knew something was wrong, your leg was entangled in the ladder and you had a sharp shooting pain make waves through your ankle. You groaned, cuss words flying out of your mouth left and right. Once you felt able to you attempted to stand, but couldn’t possibly on account of your already swollen ankle.

One phone call later and you were sat in urgent care with your best friend Marcy.

“Are you going to tell Louis?” Marcy whispered as the two of you waited your turn. You both knew this couldn’t exactly be good news as your ankle continued to grow in size.

“Absolutely not, he’ll get overly worried and he’ll cancel his shows and I can’t do that to him or his fans. He’s worked too hard for this.” You knew Louis would drop everything and come home if he knew you were hurt and you couldn’t stomach that thought.

“Does he have your location?”

“He’s asleep, he’s like seven hours ahead of us here.” You winced as your name was called and Marcy and a physician's assistant had to help you into a wheelchair.

….

One x-ray and just a few days later and you were walking around the house with crutches and a wrapped ankle, you hadn’t broken it but came pretty close and had to baby it for the time being.

You had managed to keep your injury to yourself but Louis would be flying home today and you already knew you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

You ordered his favorite cake from a local bakery, setting it on the kitchen table next to a vase full of flowers, his two “welcome home” gifts.

You had just finished moving the vase around when you heard the front door unlatch and carefully maneuvered to face him.

“Baby!! Hi! Welcome home!” You wobbled toward him as he quickly wiggled his LV duffle bag off his shoulder and set it down to the side of him.

“My love, what happened?” He rushed over to you, touching you gently. His hands holding you up against his frame for support, as he kissed you softly before pulling back for your response.

“I fell and hurt my ankle pretty bad but I’ll be fine! It’s not broken and-“ Before you could finish he was already giving you a pensive look. His brows furrowed and his hand on his hip.

“Why didn’t you tell me this happened?” His voice was a higher octave, his words laced with surprise. You were never the best at keeping anything from him. He turned to help you sit down on the couch, quickly grabbing a couch pillow and placing it under your foot for elevation.

“I didn’t want you to worry about me! You’ve been home for two minutes and you’re already elevating my foot! How did the tour go? Let’s talk about that!” You wanted to change the subject but knew all too well that he’d have follow-up questions.

“You’re my girlfriend! I’m always worried about you!” He eyed you up and down, his train of thought completely lost now. He ignored your question about the tour, as he was still trying to put the pieces together.

“How did it happen?”

You momentarily thought about lying to him, you knew how he’d feel if he knew how you got hurt and you didn’t want to do that to him but your pause told him everything and more.

He looked around the room, trying hard to remember what he was supposed to do before leaving for tour. When you didn’t answer him immediately he stood up, walked over to the kitchen, and saw the light fixture was bare with only the lightbulb showing.

“Lou….” You warned from the couch, seeing your boyfriend stand in the middle of your shared kitchen with his trembling hand over his mouth. You struggled to get up from the couch, grabbing your crutches to wobble over to him.

“If I had remembered this wouldn’t have happened in the first place” he swallowed hard and you realized his eyes were watery now, making you feel ten times worse about the situation.

“Lou! Baby, it’s not your fault. I’m fine! I should’ve just waited for you to come home.” You hugged him, and he wrapped his arms around you, helping you stand again. “I was just being impatient and I fell off the ladder. It’s embarrassing really.”

“What can I do for you? Are you tired? Hungry? Do you want to cuddle?” He spoke into your hair as he continued to hold you close to him, his body radiating warmth.

“I want you to tell me about the tour. I also want to eat chantilly cake with you” You pulled away from him and directed his attention to the table. You weren’t surprised at him being so selfless but if you had just gotten off a long flight from the UK you’d be a lot more grumpy than Louis.

“You didn’t have to go out of your way for me” his eyes softened once he looked over at the table. “You’re quite literally on crutches love.”

“I wanted to do this for you. You already do a lot for me and everyone else around you. You deserve a nice welcome home. ” The two of you made your way to the table and sat down together.

Louis cut the cake for the both of you, putting your plate down and getting you both water to drink.

When he sat back down he couldn’t help but still feel responsible for your injury, you could tell that he was in his head about it as he pushed his cake around his plate unusually unamused.

“Lou? Tell me about tour.”

“Hmmm?” He hummed stabbing at his piece of cake, he then gave you a forced smile. “Oh! It was great! I think it made me feel more confident about what’s to come.”

You knew he was still in his head, so you carefully scoot your chair closer to him, between his legs. You leaned over and poked at his stomach, knowing he was insanely ticklish and it would shake his thoughts.

He let out a high-pitched giggle before he gently shooed your hands away from his stomach.

“Stop beating yourself up over this.” You pointed to your wrapped ankle. “It was a clumsy mistake!”

He nodded, looking up at you with his soft blue eyes. “Fine, but you’re not allowed to stay home without me anymore” he teased and you knew he was finally willing to let it go.

“Promise?” You giggled as you animatedly bit your lip to make him laugh again.

He snorted, leaning into you to give you a soft kiss. “I think you need a cuddle. Maybe your ankle will feel better then.”

“Is that what Doctor Louis suggests?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“That and about a dozen kisses” he smiled as he helped you up and into the bedroom.

[flowerchild28-deactivated202510]

6th Member part 2

Louis Tomlinson imagine

Warnings: fluff, crush

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part 1

We arrive at the venue early in the morning, and the contrast between us is almost comical. Zayn is grumpy, clearly not a morning person, while Harry practically bounces with energy, grinning from ear to ear. I, on the other hand, am still half-asleep after dozing off on Niall’s shoulder during the ride over.

Interviews have always been a whirlwind, but something about watching Louis in them always makes me smile. He’s effortlessly charming, tossing jokes left and right, sometimes veering into absolute nonsense just to get a reaction out of the studioer. And, of course, it works every time.

We’re seated in a line, the six of us, ready for another promotional interview. The fans are always excited for these moments, but they have no idea that we actually enjoy them just as much.

The interviewer starts with Niall. “What’s one of your favorite memories from the tour so far?”

“Oh, definitely the time we tried to teach Y/N how to skateboard and she nearly took Liam out,” Niall says, grinning. “I swear, I thought we were gonna have to cancel a show.”

I roll my eyes playfully. “Okay, first of all, that skateboard was possessed. Second, I almost took myself out, too.”

The room laughs, and the interviewer moves on. “Liam, if you could switch talents with any of your bandmates for a day, who would it be?”

Liam thinks for a moment. “Probably Zayn’s drawing skills. I’ve seen his sketches, and they’re unreal.”

“Zayn, what about you?”

“Definitely Y/N’s ability to write lyrics so fast,” Zayn says with a small smirk. “She can come up with a melody in, like, five minutes. It’s a little annoying, actually.”

I grin. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

The interviewer turns to Louis. “Alright, Louis, you always have the best banter. But what’s something people might not realize about you?”

He leans back in his seat, pretending to think deeply. “Well, obviously, I’m the most responsible member of the band.”

That earns a collective groan from all of us.

“Louis, mate, you literally left your passport in a hotel room last week,” Harry points out.

“Details, details,” Louis says with a wave of his hand, his signature mischievous grin appearing.

I laugh at his antics, watching how effortlessly he controls the mood of the room. His quick wit, his energy—it’s magnetic. There’s something about the way he can make everyone feel at ease that makes me admire him more than I probably should.

The drive to the studio had been nothing short of chaotic. As soon as we stepped outside, Liam had challenged me to a race to the car, and, of course, he won, claiming the passenger seat with a victorious grin. That left Harry, Niall, and Zayn squeezed into the middle row, while Louis lounged comfortably in the back.

Since I lost, I had to squeeze into the backseat next to Louis, which was way too small for the two of us. Our legs kept bumping together, and I was too tired to even complain, eventually resting my head on Niall’s shoulder and dozing off while the boys chatted. Louis had been uncharacteristically quiet during the ride, though I could feel his occasional glances in my direction.

The interviewer finishes up, and soon enough, we’re back in the studio for a quick recording session. Today, we’re working on “Little Black Dress” for the Midnight Memories album.

I slip on my headphones and lean back against the couch, watching as Louis steps up to the mic first. His voice is raspy, effortlessly smooth as he sings the opening lines.

Little black dress just walked into the room…

I tilt my head, listening closely. There’s something about the way he sings it that makes me curious.

Once he’s done, he steps out of the booth, and I give him a knowing look. “Alright, spill. Who’s the song about?”

Louis smirks, grabbing a water bottle before flopping down next to me. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

I narrow my eyes. “Yes, actually.”

He just shrugs, looking annoyingly smug. “It’s a mystery.”

“Oh, come on, Tommo. You don’t just write about a girl in a little black dress for no reason.”

His blue eyes flicker to mine, and for a second, I swear there’s something in his expression—something teasing but also a little nervous. “Maybe it’s just about a feeling,” he finally says, his voice quieter. “About a moment that sticks with you.”

I study him, trying to figure out if he’s being genuine or just messing with me. But before I can say anything else, Harry jumps in. “Alright, lovebirds, let’s actually get some recording done, yeah?”

I roll my eyes, but my heart is still racing a little.

Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s just Louis being Louis.

Or maybe, just maybe, there’s something more to it.

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

you ever smoked before?

pair: Louis Tomlinson x reader

summary: Lou casually asks y/n(she/her) if she's ever smoked before

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Louis was lounging on the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest while his other hand held a lit cigarette between his fingers. The room smelled like smoke, and Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him, trying not to wrinkle her nose too much.

He exhaled, making sure to tilt his head away from her so the smoke didn’t drift in her direction. “You ever smoked before?” he asked casually, glancing down at her.

She shook her head. “Nope.”

“Not even vaped?”

“Nope.”

“Weed?”

“Curious about all of ‘em, but never actually tried,” she admitted, picking at the hem of her sweater. “Cigarettes never interested me, though.”

Louis raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

She shrugged. “Dunno. Just never wanted to. Same with the others, I guess. I was curious, but I don’t think I’ll ever try.”

He nodded slowly, taking another drag but keeping the smoke far from her. “That’s fair.”

She hesitated for a second before speaking again. “I don’t care that you do it. I just— I dunno, I wish you wouldn’t.”

Louis blinked, his lips parting slightly. “Why?”

Y/N shifted, pulling her knees up to her chest. “Because it’s bad for you,” she mumbled. “And I don’t wanna lose you.”

Something in his face softened, and before she could look away, he reached out, pulling her up onto the couch with him. “Come here,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her. She fit perfectly against his chest, and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, love,” he promised.

“I know,” she whispered. “But still.”

Louis sighed, resting his chin on her head. “Alright. I’ll try to cut back.”

She lifted her head to look at him. “Really?”

He grinned. “Yeah. Can’t have my girl worryin’ about me, can I?”

Her face warmed at the way he said my girl, but she just snuggled closer, letting his arms tighten around her.

“Oh, and one more thing?” she said after a moment.

“Yeah?”

“Just don’t blow it in my direction. Makes me kinda sick.”

Louis chuckled, squeezing her lightly. “Got it, love. No smokin’ near my girl.”

Y/N smiled, feeling safe and warm in his arms. Even with the faint smell of cigarettes lingering around him, there was no place she’d rather be.

[louistommox28]

i have a request for a louis fic (loved your last one) an x reader where yn is in a rock/metal band and joins 1d and 5sos on tour, meeting louis and eventually getting together and having to break the news to management and the world

Thank you so much!! I love this idea so much! Thank you for the idea!

It Led me to Him - L.T

A/n: Sorry if it’s not the best, I tried lol! Also, sorry that this took me so long.

Y/b/n= Your band name

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“Omg, I can’t believe this is real!” I state as my 3 other bandmates walk into the arena that we were about to play at with One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer. “This feels like a dream!” Alice, one of my bandmates, screams. “I can’t believe we are actually about to play here with them tonight and for the rest of the tour!” Maya follows as we all are just talking in the scenery. “This is going to be epic!” Hayley says pulling us all into a group hug. Wow I can’t believe they want us here. “Your Y/b/n, right?” Paul says walking over to us as we all nod in response. “I’m Paul, one of One Direction’s security guards. Follow me.”

”Hey! Look it’s Y/b/n!” Harry says giving each of us a hug. “I’m Harry, by the way!” Of course we know them, who didn’t? “I’m Liam, It’s great to have you with us on tour!” Liam says copying what Harry did. They lead us back to where everyone else is hanging out. “Hey! Look who we have!” Harry screams excitedly stepping out of the way to reveal us. My eyes immediately land on a blue eyed, brown haired, tattooed boy. It was Louis, Louis Tomlinson. He was looking at me as well as we just looked at each other for a second. The stares were quickly interrupted by Zayn and Niall both saying, “Aye! Welcome!” Shortly after, 5 Seconds of Summer walked in. “Hey! Look who it is!” Luke says walking over to me giving me a hug. “Hey, Luke!” I said hugging him back. Luke and I have been best friends since elementary school so we’ve grown up together. I went to school with Calum, Michael, and Ashton as well; so i’ve been close with 5sos for a while now but now to think we are joining them on tour. I hug each of them as I look over at Hayley who is flirting with Calum. I smile to myself knowing her secret since she met him. We all introduce ourselves to everyone. “Thank you for letting us join you on tour!l Maya says to everyone. “It’s honestly a dream come true!” Alice says as Louis finally joins in the conversation. “Hey, who wouldn’t want a talented group like you to join them on tour and we have more genres to play.” He mostly looks at me while he says it with a smile. “Thank you!” Hayley says as me and Louis hold eye contact for a second longer. Luke notices this as he looks between Louis and me landing on me giving a small smile that only i would notice. I shake my head lightly at him in return with the same smile he gave me.

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It is now the 2 second leg of the tour and we all have become like family. But there is something different about Louis. We’ve became the closest out of everyone, there’s something about him. I can’t lie I have developed a crush on him but I don’t want it to ruin this once in a lifetime experience so i’ve kept it to myself; I haven’t even told Luke yet. But Luke has been giving me that same smile since Louis and I met at the start of tour. Luke is practically a brother to me i’ve known him for so long so I think he can read right through me. He’s never said anything but he’s always giving me a look like he knows my secret.

”Hey Y/n!” Louis says skipping over to me like a little kid. I giggle at how he’s always happy no matter what. “Hey Louis!” I stand up mocking him. He stops in his tracks and tries to hide his smile as he says, “Not nice.” He tries to pout but fails as we both break into laughter. “Where is everyone?” He ask. “I don’t know. I think Hayley, Calum, Alice, and Niall are outside but as of for the rest of them I have no idea.” I say back to Louis as I see his eyes deciding something. “So it’s just us in here?” Louis says as his mannerisms changes but smiles at me. What does he mean by that? “Yea? Louis what are you on about?” I say giggling nervously. My heart starts to pound a bit faster as he just stares at me. Calm down Y/n. Just friends. He doesn’t feel the same. FRIENDS. “You’re gorgeous Y/n and I mean not just as a friend.” Louis says stepping a little closer. My breathing hitches as he is now closer to me. I don’t know what to say but I have to say something. “Thank you!” I finally say trying to hide my nerves. “I’ve been hiding my feelings for you since you first walked into this very room. I can’t hide it anymore, Y/n I-“ Louis stops as he hears the door open. Luke walks through the door still on his phone. Louis and I take a step back from each other as Luke looks up, “Hey! What are you two up to? Hopefully no more pranks.” Louis and I laugh nervously as we exchange looks to each other. “Anyways, Can I talk to you Y/n/n?” “Sure!” I respond to Luke happy to get out of the awkward situation. “Hey, Lou? Can we talk later?” I turn back before walking out of the room. “Yea sure.” He says giving me a smile.

“What was that?” Luke said as we walked to a different area to talk. “hm?” I hummed trying to avoid what I know he’s about to say, “Between you and Louis when I walked in? You two seemed different, weird. And don’t say nothing, I know you too well to know when it’s something.” He says looking at me trying to get an answer. I don’t want to ruin this tour. Please ignore it Luke. “Nothing.” I say avoiding his face as we entered a different room of the venue. “Y/n.” He says as I finally look up at him. “Did he say something or do something? Did he hurt you? What did he do? Do I need to hurt him?” Luke starts questioning trying to get something out of me. “No, no, no! It’s a good thing really. It’s just a lot to take in.” I say as he sighs in relief. “Good. I didn’t want to want to do any of that. But you know I would for you.” He says as we both laugh. “What did he say?” He says still not wanting to drop it. “Luke.” I say hinting at him to drop it. “Come on! You always say i’m practically your brother. You can tell me anything.” Luke says almost pleading me to tell him. “Ok fine. But don’t tell anyone” I say giving him a stern looks “I promise.” I take a deep breath before starting, “He-“ I was quickly interrupted by Ashton walking in. “They need you both for sound check.” He says as I sigh in relief. Thank you for getting me out of talking about it Ashton. We both get up and follow him to the stage. “What did he say?” Luke ask as we are walking. “Not now. I promise I will tell you later.” I say giving Luke an apologetic look.

“Hey, Can we talk?” Louis says coming up to me after sound check. “Uh sure!” I say as I see Hayley, Alice, Maya, and Luke all give me a confused look. The walk was quiet but we finally found a room for the two of us to talk. “I mean everything I said earlier Y/n. I’ve never felt this way about someone and finishing what I was saying earlier, I’m in love with you; everything about you.” Louis standing close to me. “You love me?” I asked trying to fully understand what he just said. “Did I ruin it?” He says as his voice becomes more panicked at the second part. “Not at all! Louis, i’ve loved you before I met you but I fell in love with you more once I got to know you. I never said anything because what we have is good and I was scared you would never feel the same.” I said as a smile spread across his face. Without saying anything he just leaned and put his lips to mine. The kiss was sweet, it was everything i’ve been waiting for. Once we pulled away we just looked at each other still rapped in each other’s arms, neither of us being able to hide our smiles. Not long after, Liam, Harry, Zayn, and Niall bursted into the room as we quickly separated. Luckily none of them saw us at first so we had time to move. Luke, Ashton, Calum, and Michael followed them in along with Hayley, Alice, Maya. I quickly made eye contact with Luke as he still had the same look on his face from earlier. “Tomorrow.” I mouthed to him. The rest of the night us three bands hung out as me and Louis couldn’t stop eyeing each other. The next day I ended up telling Luke but I made him keep it a secret until the end of the tour. He wasn’t fully for it at first because he is worried about me but he came around now being happy for us.

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It is now almost the end of the tour. Louis and I have been dating ever since that time during the second leg. We have kept it secret but we can’t hide it anymore and it’s close enough to the end of the tour. “Hey baby!” Louis says as it is just the two of us in the room. “Hey babe.” I said leaning in to give him a kiss. “I think we should tell them tonight.” Louis says randomly wrapping his arms around my waist. “Are you sure? Do you think it’s time?” I said as he gives me a soft smile. “I couldn’t be more sure. I want to tell the world you’re mine.” I couldn’t hold back my smile causing him to smile more. I couldn’t have been more lucky.

It is now late at night after the concert we just preformed and we all are gathered around a fire outside just talking. I am sat between Louis and Maya as I secretly glance over at Louis. “I’ve noticed you two over there have been spending a lot of time together” Hayley says from across the circle we have around the fire giving me a I know something look. Luke lets out a small laugh before quickly covering his mouth. “You know something, don’t you, Luke!” Alice says with a surprised look on her face looking between the 3 of us. Ashton gasped dramatically, “You’ve been keeping a secret!” “Woah this definitely going to be massive.” Zayn says. “Sorry.” Luke says trying to hold back another laugh. Louis and I exchanged looks before agreeing it’s now or never. “Well we were planning on telling you guys tonight anyways.” Louis says looking at me towards the end with a big smile hinting at me to continue. “Well! Me and Louis are together!” I say with a smile now on my face as we look to see what everyone else was thinking. “I knew it!” Maya says. Louis and I laughed as everyone cheered for a second. “You guys are perfect together!” Michael says. “Luke you’ve been keeping this big of a secret from us!” Calum says laughing trying to act fake offended. “Sorry mates!” Luke says as we all laugh. I look over at Louis as we both just smile at each other. I am so lucky. This tour has been something i’ve dreamt of for forever but it also led me to him.

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A/n: Anymore requests?

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[honeyandcigarettesx]

Can you write a fic about Louis and reader getting into an argument because they have to go out in public and she maybe feels she doesn’t look the best and Louis is just trying to be encouraging but she kinda snaps at him? Maybe she feels bad about it knowing he was just trying to help and it’s angsty to fluffy?

More Than Enough- Anon request

Thanks anon for the inspo:,)))

My masterlist is here :,)

You had been standing in front of the mirror for what felt like hours, tugging at the fabric of your dress, adjusting it in every way you could think of, trying to make it fit perfectly. But no matter how many times you pulled, smoothed, or shifted, you still couldn’t get it to look the way you imagined it would when you bought it.

It wasn’t the dress—the dress was fine. You just couldn’t shake the feeling that no matter how good it looked, it didn’t change how you felt about yourself. You didn’t feel like you belonged in it. You didn’t feel like you belonged anywhere outside of your own room, where no one could judge you.

Tonight was supposed to be simple. Just a dinner with Louis and some of his closest friends and family—Zayn, Niall, Lottie and Lewis, and of course, Mia. You should’ve been excited. Dinner, a chance to get out, show off the look he’d picked out for you. But the idea of being in public, around people who seemed to constantly be watching him, made your stomach churn.

Louis made it look so easy. He was used to the attention, used to the paparazzi, used to being in the public eye. But you? You hated it. Every moment felt like you were being scrutinized, judged for being in the same space as him. You weren’t the kind of person who would get noticed in a crowd unless it was for all the wrong reasons. And Mia… well, you knew how she felt about you.

You let out a frustrated sigh and stepped away from the mirror, turning to face Louis. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you intently. He’d been patient as you fussed over the dress for what felt like an eternity, offering compliments, reassuring you every time you mentioned feeling insecure. But you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling the weight of every single flaw you saw.

“You look fuckin’ beautiful, love,” he said, his voice calm and gentle as he stood up and walked toward you.

You shook your head. “You have to say that. It’s your job to make me feel better.”

Louis let out a small laugh, a light smile dancing on his lips. “Nah, love. I say it ‘cause it’s true.” He came up behind you and placed his hands gently on your waist, his touch warm and comforting. “I wouldn’t tell you that if I didn’t mean it.”

You shifted slightly, trying to look at yourself again in the mirror. You didn’t feel beautiful. You didn’t feel anything close to that. You hated the way the dress hugged your body, the way you felt too big for it.

“Louis, can you just stop?” you snapped, pulling away from him, frustration bubbling to the surface.

His brows furrowed slightly. “What’s wrong?” His voice was gentle, but you could hear the confusion there, the concern.

“You don’t get it,” you muttered, turning away. “You don’t know what it’s like to feel like… this. To feel like nothing fits, like everyone’s going to be staring and judging me. Like I’m just not good enough for any of this.”

His expression softened, and he took a step toward you, but you held your hand up. “Please, just… don’t. I can’t do this tonight. I don’t want to go.”

Louis stood still for a moment, the quiet tension between you growing, before he sighed and shook his head. “Love, I—”

But you couldn’t hold it in anymore. All the insecurities you’d been hiding boiled over, and you snapped, your voice sharper than you intended.

“Louis, you don’t understand. No one like me gets to be with someone like you,” you said, your voice trembling as you spoke. “No one looks at me the way they look at you, and I’m just so sick of it. Mia doesn’t get it either. She thinks I don’t belong with you.”

Louis’s eyes widened slightly, confusion flashing across his face. “What are you talking about? Mia?”

“Yeah,” you said bitterly, turning to face him, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. “Mia. She thinks I’m some… joke. She talks about me like I’m nothing, like I’m not good enough for you.”

Louis’s face darkened slightly, the confusion replaced by something else—something close to anger. But you weren’t finished.

“I heard her, Louis,” you continued, your voice quieter now. “I heard her talking to one of her friends a few weeks ago at that bar. She was going on about how you could ‘do better,’ how I’m ‘not your type.’”

Louis stood frozen, clearly taken aback, his mouth opening and closing as if he didn’t know how to respond.

“I’ve heard her say it before,” you added, your eyes filling with unshed tears. “She’s made me feel like I don’t belong. Like I’m just some… thing you settled for. And you didn’t even say anything.”

Louis’s jaw tightened, his eyes still locked on yours, but his lips pressed into a thin line. “You know I don’t see her like that. I don’t care about what she says.”

“But you didn’t even defend me,” you said, your voice breaking now. “I don’t know if you even care that she treats me like that.”

“I do care,” he said sharply, taking a step toward you. “I just didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to think she was talking about you like that. She’s supposed to be my mate, and I… I didn’t think she’d be that cruel.”

You shook your head, the ache in your chest growing with every word. “You didn’t think she’d be cruel? Louis, she was cruel. And you’re just letting her get away with it.”

His face softened, the frustration melting into guilt. “I’m sorry, love,” he said quietly, his voice low and sincere. “I should’ve seen it sooner.”

You looked away, biting your lip to hold back a sob. “I just don’t know if I can do this tonight,” you whispered. “I don’t think I can be around her, around all of them, and just pretend everything’s fine. I feel like everyone’s staring at me, waiting for me to mess up.”

Louis’s expression turned serious, but before he could respond, you both heard a voice from the living room, cutting through the air, sharp and unmistakable.

“Are ya fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”

You froze.

Louis’s jaw tightened immediately. You could see the shift in his body language—the anger flaring up in an instant. He turned his head toward the door, his eyes narrowing.

“Mia,” he muttered, almost under his breath, his voice low and dangerous. “I swear to God, if she’s talking shit again—”

He didn’t finish the sentence before storming out of the room, and without a second thought, you followed him, your heart pounding in your chest. You reached the doorway just in time to see Louis standing in front of Mia, his fists clenched at his sides.

“Shut the fuck up, Mia,” Louis snarled, his voice cold and dangerous. “I’ve heard enough of your mouth.”

Mia blinked, her expression momentarily caught off guard. She was standing with her back to you, laughing at something one of the girls had said, but when Louis spoke, she stiffened, her face dropping into an unreadable expression.

“What’s your problem, Louis?” Mia scoffed, putting on an act like she wasn’t fazed.

“No, no. You’ve been talkin’ behind my back for too long, and I’m done lettin’ you get away with it,” Louis snapped, his voice rising, eyes burning with fury. “You think you can make my girl feel like shit, talk down to her, and I’m just supposed to let it slide?”

Mia’s face faltered, and she opened her mouth, but Louis didn’t give her a chance to speak. “You’re not welcome here anymore, Mia. I don’t care if you’re my mate. You can keep your nasty opinions to yourself or get the fuck out of my life. Your choice.”

The room fell silent. Mia’s face went pale as she looked between Louis and you, realizing for the first time that he wasn’t backing down.

Louis stepped closer to her, his voice low but unmistakable. “I’m not gonna let anyone treat her like that. Not you, not anyone. You’ve got no right to make her feel less than. You’re done. I’m done with you.”

Mia didn’t speak, didn’t try to argue. She just stood there for a moment, stunned, before slowly turning on her heel and walking out without another word. The door slammed behind her, and all you could hear was the sound of your own breathing, heavy and erratic.

Louis didn’t say anything at first. He stood there for a moment, his back to you, fists still clenched, his shoulders rising and falling with the remnants of his anger.

But then he turned around, his gaze softer, but still full of determination. “You good?” he asked quietly, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, I… I’m good.”

Louis stepped forward, his arms pulling you into him gently. “I’m sorry, love,” he whispered. “I should’ve done something sooner. Should’ve made it clear that no one gets to talk about you like that.”

You closed your eyes, letting the warmth of his embrace settle the panic in your chest. “I just… I didn’t think you’d ever stand up for me.”

Louis pulled back slightly, holding your face in his hands. “Don’t ever think that,” he murmured, his thumb brushing across your cheek. “I’ve always had your back. Always will.”

You breathed a little easier then, the weight lifting from your shoulders, feeling the quiet comfort of his words and presence. Maybe Mia had been cruel, but Louis had just shown you exactly how much he cared. And that was all you needed.

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

you deserve this and way more

pair: Louis Tomlinson x reader

summary: their first valentine's day together

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Y/N walked into Louis’ flat, her heart already racing just from seeing him. It was their first Valentine’s Day together, and honestly, she hadn’t expected much. Maybe a cute dinner, maybe a card. But what she found instead made her freeze in the doorway, her eyes going wide.

Right there on the coffee table sat the most thoughtful, most Louis gift she could ever imagine. A big basket, wrapped in red and white cellophane, filled to the brim with all her favorite snacks and drinks. Every single one she loved. Sitting next to it was an even bigger surprise—a bouquet of roses, the ones she once mentioned in passing that she adored but could never find. And then, right beside them, was a small glass jar, filled with folded notes, all in his handwriting.

Her throat tightened. "Louis..."

And as if that wasn’t enough, Louis stepped forward, holding a small velvet box in his hand. He opened it slowly, revealing the most stunning white-gold necklace, delicate diamond hearts placed all around it with perfect little spaces in between.

Y/N covered her mouth with her hands. "Louis, no. This had to cost you so much—"

He shook his head immediately, stepping closer and taking her hands in his. "Don’t even start, love. You deserve this and way more."

Her eyes were already burning with tears. "But—"

"Nope." He gave her that soft, stubborn smile she adored. "No arguing. You mean everything to me, Y/N. I’ve been writing those little letters for months, every time I looked at you and thought, 'God, I love her.' Every time you made me laugh, or snuggled into me when you were sleepy, or even just smiled at me from across the room. I wanted you to have something to hold onto when I'm not with you."

She couldn't hold back anymore. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Louis caught her instantly, hugging her tight, pressing kisses into her hair. "I love you," she whispered against his chest. "So much."

He cupped her face gently, wiping away her tears with his thumbs before pressing the softest kiss to her lips. "I love you more. And I’ll keep proving it, every single day."

Y/N laughed through her tears, resting her forehead against his. "You're actually the sweetest person in the world, you know that?"

He grinned. "Only for you, love."

[he4dlin3]

“ Valentines Day Suprise — L.T “

Pairing ; Louis Tomlinson x Fem!Reader

Synopsis ; On Valentine’s Day, you find yourself swept up in a whirlwind of romance and sweet surprises, all thanks to your boyfriend. From breakfast in bed to heartfelt moments, it’s a day full of love, laughter, and the little things that make it unforgettable.

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The morning light gently filtered through the curtains, warming the room in soft hues of pink and gold. You stretched in bed, the comfort of the blankets wrapped around you like a cocoon, but something was different. It was February 14th—Valentine’s Day—and you could feel the excitement in the air, even before your eyes fluttered open.

It didn’t take long for you to notice the small, but thoughtful, details around the room. Your favorite flowers—tulips—sat in a vase by the window, and a small, heart-shaped card rested on your pillow. The card had no name on it, just a few words written in delicate handwriting that immediately made you smile.

“Good morning, love. Meet me in the kitchen when you’re ready. –L”

You couldn’t help but grin, feeling warmth spread through you. Louis had been planning something all week, and from the looks of it, he’d outdone himself. You pulled yourself out of bed, quickly changing into something comfortable, your heart already racing in anticipation.

When you made your way down to the kitchen, the rich, inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweet scent of warm pancakes, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. The soft hum of the radio played in the background, a gentle tune adding to the cozy atmosphere of the morning.

And there, standing in front of the stove with an apron that read “Kiss the Cook”, was Louis. His tousled brown hair was still slightly messy from sleep, a few strands falling over his forehead, and there was a dusting of flour on his cheek—evidence of his efforts. The sleeves of his T-shirt were haphazardly rolled up, revealing his forearms as he carefully flipped a pancake with practiced ease. His lips curled into that signature smirk the moment he spotted you, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief and something softer, something warm.

“Well, well,” he teased, flipping the spatula in his hand dramatically before setting it down. “Look who finally decided to join me. Took you long enough, love.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him—his hair slightly tousled, his sleeves rolled up, and a dusting of flour on his cheek. He looked absolutely adorable.

“Good morning, Lou,” you replied, crossing the room to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “What’s all this? It smells amazing.”

He turned to flip a pancake, looking over his shoulder at you. “Just a little something special for the most important person in my life.”

You raised an eyebrow, teasing, “Oh really? You didn’t have to go all out.”

“Are you kidding?” he chuckled. “You deserve it. Besides, I’m not the best cook, but I do know how to make a killer pancake.”

You laughed, sitting at the kitchen table as he finished cooking. The two of you spent the next few minutes chatting, your eyes never leaving him as he moved around the kitchen with ease, making the morning feel so effortless. It was just the two of you—no cameras, no crowds—just a simple, quiet morning together.

When Louis finally placed a stack of pancakes in front of you, the edges crispy and golden, you couldn’t help but marvel at the gesture. He had put so much effort into making this day special for you, and it wasn’t even noon yet.

“Well, go on then,” Louis said, nudging the plate closer to you. “Eat up, love. You need your energy for the rest of the day.”

You grinned, digging into the pancakes, savoring the taste of the maple syrup he’d drizzled on top. “These are perfect,” you said between bites. “You should open a restaurant or something.”

He laughed, sitting down next to you with his own plate. “Nah, I’ll leave that to the professionals. But I’ll happily cook for you every day if you want.”

You glanced at him, catching the sincere look in his eyes. “I’d love that.”

The rest of breakfast was filled with playful conversation, the kind that flowed effortlessly, laced with inside jokes and teasing remarks that made you laugh until your stomach ached. Between bites of warm pancakes drizzled with syrup, Louis would steal small glances at you, his eyes twinkling with unspoken affection. Occasionally, your hands would brush against each other as you reached for the same thing—a napkin, the coffee pot, or the fork he so dramatically tried to steal from your plate—each touch sending a spark through your skin, a silent reminder of just how lucky you were to have him.

The sunlight streaming through the kitchen window cast a golden glow over the table, making the moment feel even more perfect, almost dreamlike. The warmth of the morning, the soft clinking of utensils against plates, and the sound of Louis’ laughter filling the air—it was all so simple, yet so special.

When you finally set your fork down, fully satisfied, Louis leaned back in his chair, arms lazily stretching above his head before he stood up. A mischievous grin played on his lips, the kind that told you he had something else up his sleeve, something that was bound to keep the morning far from over.

“So,” he began, his tone suddenly serious. “There’s more to this Valentine’s Day than just pancakes.”

You raised an eyebrow. “More?”

He nodded, reaching for your hand. “Come on, I’ve got something planned for you.”

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The next few hours were a blur of sweet surprises, each one more thoughtful than the last. Louis had put together an elaborate scavenger hunt, his playful nature shining through in every detail. He led you from room to room, each clue scribbled in his familiar handwriting, sometimes written in riddles, other times as cheeky little notes that made you giggle. Every stop along the way revealed another carefully chosen gift—each one proving just how well he knew you.

In the living room, you found a box of your favorite chocolates, the ribbon wrapped neatly around it with a tiny note tucked beneath: “For the sweetest person I know—though I’d argue you’re sweeter than these.”

Upstairs, sitting on your side of the bed, was an adorable stuffed bear with a red ribbon tied around its neck. When you picked it up, you realized it wasn’t just any bear—it was the same brand as the one you had as a child, something you’d once mentioned in passing, not even realizing he had been listening.

But it was the final gift that made your heart ache in the best way. In your shared closet, nestled between your favorite sweaters, was a handwritten letter. The moment your fingers brushed over the envelope, your breath hitched, sensing the emotion behind it. You carefully unfolded the paper, Louis’ unmistakable scrawl filling the page.

Every word was a love note, a heartfelt confession of how much you meant to him, how he had never been much of a “Valentine’s guy” until you came along and made the holiday feel special. He wrote about the little things—how he loved the way you laughed at your own jokes, how he noticed the way your nose scrunched when you were thinking, how simply waking up next to you every morning was the best part of his day.

As you read, warmth spread through your chest, and by the time you finished, there was a lump in your throat. Before you could even turn around, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, Louis pressing a soft kiss against your temple.

“You liked it, then?” he murmured, his voice quieter now, softer, as if he knew just how much it had affected you.

You leaned back into his embrace, gripping the letter tightly in your hands. “I loved it,” you whispered. And you did. Every single moment, every single detail—he had made this Valentine’s Day unforgettable.

But it was the final clue that really took you by surprise.

After leading you to the backyard, where he had set up a cozy blanket fort, he handed you a small velvet box. “This is the last part of your gift,” he said, his voice soft and steady.

You took the box from him, a flutter of nerves racing through your chest as you carefully opened it. Inside, nestled in a bed of soft velvet, was a delicate necklace with a heart-shaped pendant, engraved with both of your initials.

“Oh, Louis…” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He smiled, his eyes never leaving yours. “I saw it, and I couldn’t resist. Thought it would be perfect for you.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you carefully picked up the necklace. “It’s beautiful,” you said, your voice shaking slightly.

Louis gently took the necklace from your hands, stepping behind you to fasten it around your neck. When he was done, he stood there for a moment, admiring you.

“You look perfect,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.

You turned to face him, your heart racing. “Thank you, Lou. This… this is the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.”

He grinned, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “It’s not over yet.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What else do you have planned?”

Louis simply smiled, leading you into the fort he had set up, where a soft blanket and a pillow awaited. He had decorated it with fairy lights, the soft glow casting a romantic ambiance over the space. The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon curled up together, talking about everything and nothing, listening to music, and sharing stories. Every now and then, he’d brush his lips against your forehead or sneak in a kiss to your lips, reminding you of just how much he cared.

As the sun began to set, casting the sky in a soft pink glow, Louis turned to you with a sincere look in his eyes. “I don’t need to make this day perfect, because being with you is perfect enough.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with emotion. “You already did, Lou.”

The day ended with a quiet dinner, more laughter, and another kiss beneath the twinkling fairy lights. You’d never felt more loved or cherished. It wasn’t about the gifts or the grand gestures—it was about the little moments, the thoughtfulness, and the love that filled every part of the day.

And as Louis tucked you in that night, whispering a final “Happy Valentine’s Day,” you knew that this was a memory you’d hold onto forever.

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[he4dlin3]

“In a world where there’s no room for weakness, sometimes the bravest thing we can do is let ourselves be seen.”

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Summary ;

A travel nurse on One Direction’s 2013 tour is doing her best to take care of the band while staying out of the spotlight. But when Louis Tomlinson, always too proud to show weakness, starts pushing himself too hard, their relationship shifts. What begins as frustration and tension turns into something deeper as Louis starts to let his guard down. As they navigate their connection amid the pressures of the tour, they both come to realize that strength isn’t about being perfect, it’s about letting someone see the parts of you that you’ve always kept hidden.

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[louistommox28]

Forever - L.T

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Paring: Louis Tomlinson x Reader

Faces: Haliee Seinfeld, Eleanor Calder, and Danielle Campbell

Description: You and Louis are a singer couple who put out a song together and this is both of your instagrams.

A/n: I really hope you like this! I enjoyed making it so I was thinking about making it an instagram series. Also, sorry I know my description is awful lol!

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Louis Tomlinson Masterlist

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⭒ = requested

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• Birthday Girl

It’s your birthday and your husband, Louis Tomlinson, is on tour and he asks you to come on stage.

• It Led me to Him ⭒

You are in a rock/metal band that joins 1d and 5sos on tour, you end up having a strong connection with louis and eventually fall in love with each other then having to break the news to them.

• Forever ⭑

You and Louis are a singer couple who put out a song together and this is both of your instagrams.

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Puppy X Louis Tomlinson (Requested)

Louis POV

The car hummed softly as I drove through the quiet streets, the streetlights casting long shadows along the road. Just an hour ago, Y/N had been buzzing with excitement, practically vibrating in her seat as we left the shelter with our newest family member a tiny, scruffy pup with floppy ears and big brown eyes.

For the first twenty minutes, she’d been relentless, throwing out name suggestions one after another.

“What if we call him Sherlock Bones?” she’d giggled, scratching behind the pup’s ear as he nestled in her lap.

I’d smirked, glancing at her before returning my focus to the road. “Sherlock Bones? That’s ridiculous.”

“That’s genius,” she corrected, poking her tongue out at me.

Then came the teasing.

“Do you think he likes me more than you?” she asked, holding the pup up to face her.

I scoffed. “Doubt it.”

But before I could defend my honour further, I noticed the way her words started to slow, her excitement settling into something softer. Somewhere between the laughter and the easy conversation, the warmth of the car, the gentle rhythm of the road, and the soft weight of the puppy in her arms must have lulled her to sleep.

Now, she was curled up against the passenger seat, her head resting against the window, breathing slow and steady. One hand still rested protectively over the tiny pup in her lap, his little body rising and falling in sync with hers.

I glanced at them for a moment, a smile tugging at my lips.

The house was only a few minutes away, but I almost wished the drive was longer. These were the moments I loved the most—the quiet ones, where the world outside didn’t matter, and all I had to focus on was the girl beside me and the tiny ball of fluff we’d just brought home.

The puppy stirred, letting out a tiny yawn before curling closer into Y/N’s jumper. I chuckled under my breath. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a shadow already.”

She didn’t respond, obviously lost in her dreams, but I knew she’d be over the moon when she woke up and realised just how attached this little pup had already become.

As I pulled into the driveway, I hesitated for a second before reaching over to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. She sighed softly at the touch but didn’t stir.

Leaning back, I grinned to myself.

Maybe Sherlock Bones wasn’t such a bad name after all.

[livelaughlouistomlinson]

I Still Get Jealous.

Genre: Fluff with slight suggestion.

Warning: Jealous Louis and hickies!

Photography has always been your number one passion. Your parents had always encouraged you to work on your craft, which eventually paid off and led to owning your magazine publication. This meant working with a wide array of journalists and fashion assistants. You also had the luxury of meeting many faces, some famous, leading you to Louis.

You were sat at your kitchen table, typing away on your MacBook as Louis walked into your house. You had just recently given him a key to your place after a year of dating and he had zero hesitation about using it.

You had been swarmed with work emails all morning and you hadn’t even realized his presence until he put your usual iced coffee order down on the table beside you.

You momentarily jumped, causing an immediate devilish grin on your boyfriend’s face. You eyed him up and down taking in how handsome he looked, which was no surprise to you.

“It’s quite alarming how you didn’t hear me come in. It makes me wonder how easily someone could come in here and just kidnap you” he teased, but you knew he had a slight undertone of worry in his voice.

You took a sip of your coffee, silently thanking your lucky stars that you had a boyfriend who paid enough attention to get your coffee order right. Louis truthfully thought you were a bit wild for drinking an iced coffee in the middle of winter but he didn’t say anything about it regardless of his thought.

“You have a key! You know I keep every door and window under a tight lock and key” you giggled, standing up to properly greet him. You lunged into his arms, wrapping yourself around his waist, and pulling him in for a kiss before he could give a quick-witted response.

“Are you still coming to work with me today?” You knew that’s the only reason he was up at this hour, his beautiful blue eyes accompanied by his sleepy gray eye-bags. He had been asking to join you at work for months now and when your schedules finally aligned he refused to miss the opportunity even if he was exhausted.

“Of course love! That’s why I’m here. I’m excited to see you in your element.” He loved that you both were passionate about your work and you had been to several shows while he was on tour so assisting you at work felt like a no-brainer.

“Did you forget that’s how we met? ” you smiled as you walked to your bedroom, with Louis following closely behind you. You turned on the space heater you had on his usual side of the bed, knowing he ran a lot colder than you.

“I mean, of course, I remember. But I don’t usually get to go to work with you. You see me in action all the time!” He sat beside the heater, making you smile at how well you knew one another.

“Very true” you hummed as you changed into a work-appropriate outfit, throwing your pajamas to the side.

Louis kept his eyes on you as you jumped into your jeans, shimming the denim over your butt. You put on some classic Adidas sambas a T-shirt and one of Louis oversized jackets.

“I had wondered where that went” he let out a soft chuckle as you motioned for him to follow you, finally ready to leave for the day.

Louis slid into the passenger seat of your jeep. “This feels so weird to me, I should be the one driving” he scoffed before putting his seatbelt on.

“I like driving to work! I’m used to my car and all my stuff is in here anyway. ” You giggled as you put your purse in the backseat behind you before getting into the driver's side.

“Clara will be there today. She’ll be my assistant photographer, and I’m not sure who else will be there on the team this morning but everyone’s super excited you’ll be there.”

Louis felt a sense of pride hearing that, knowing you probably spoke highly about him to the people you work with made him feel butterflies in his stomach.

“Is Clara the one who made fun of my accent at your Christmas party?” He jokingly narrowed his eyes at you as he sipped on his remaining coffee.

“Baby! She didn’t mean to!” You couldn’t help but giggle at how often Louis brought this up. “When Clara gets nervous she just does a British accent. It’s like engrained in her DNA or something. She’s been doing that for years!”

Louis giggled, placing a comforting hand on your thigh and squeezing it as you pulled into the parking lot. “I know love! I’m only teasing! It’s fun to see you get worked up though.”

You scoffed playfully and put your car in park, Louis quickly made his way to your side to open your door and help you unload some of your equipment from the back.

Clara saw you and Louis arrive in the parking lot, she rushed to open the door for the two of you to come inside the building. Clara would never admit it to Louis but you were well aware that she was a big One Direction fan and was excited to pick his brain all day.

“Hey, boss lady!” She hummed as she held the door open.

“Good morning” you chirped, happy to see her familiar face.

“Good morning Clara” Louis narrowed his eyes at her playfully.

“Good morning Louis” Clara giggled as she helped you start to set things up before your client came in.

“Do you need me to help with something?” Louis stood close to you, shifting his weight back and forth on his feet, seemingly bored out of his mind without a task given to him.

“Jason in the wardrobe department actually did want a male perspective on today’s looks!” Clara suggested and Louis quickly followed the signs to wardrobe.

“Jason? A male perspective? Now I know you’re lying” you whispered as Louis disappeared into a nearby room.

Clara blushed innocently, “he’s excited to meet Louis and I didn’t know what else to say.”

“I promise this won’t be the only time he comes with me, you guys!” You giggled knowing everyone was eager to get their five minutes with him.

Krystal, who works in the lighting department couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as she set up the room. “Bring your beautiful boyfriend to work day huh? I didn’t get the memo! I would’ve brought mine.” She teased.

“Isn’t he? Beautiful I mean.” Morgan another lighting specialist walked into the room, making the room roar with audible laughter.

Your face grew warmer by the second, “don’t let him hear you. He is well aware!”

You secretly loved that everyone was fawning over your Louis.

Jason and Louis quickly brought a rack of clothing options out onto the set. Louis was confident with the outfits he suggested, sitting down with the rest of the crew as you gave him a quick peck on the lips before excusing yourself to get the person you were photographing today.

When you two walked back into the room it felt as though time stopped, and all eyes were now on him.

Lars Kipton.

A Russian model, who bares the weight of being the only son of a very wealthy hotel heir. He had been in a lot of publications recently, as he had struck his first deal with Gucci, he was rich, tall, and extremely photogenic, a winning triple threat.

You were eager to snag him up for your February Valentine's cover story, and he was quick to say yes, much to your surprise.

Lars quickly stole the energy in the room, and Louis felt the shift immediately. A wave of relief came off of him, knowing the attention was on someone new. The relief didn’t last long once he realized how mesmerized Lars was by you, his captivating green eyes latched to you as you introduced him to everyone and gave direction.

Louis sprang out of his seat, quick to introduce himself as your boyfriend. The firm handshake exchanged by the two did not go unnoticed by you and the rest of the room.

Lars was easy on the eyes, and you could see why girls all over the world were so smitten with him but you only had eyes for Louis, and you were confident he knew that.

Right?

“It’s a pleasure to work with all of you. I’ve heard great things” Lars immediately turned on the charm which didn’t go unnoticed by Louis. Especially because he addressed the room but only made direct eye contact with you.

You and your team worked quickly, as Louis sat and watched the entire exchange. You’d adjust Lars clothes every so often, giving him some direction and trying your best not to be too handsy ( not that Lars was complaining.)

“You have such a gentle touch, I like it. There’s nothing like the touch of a beautiful woman.” Lars smiled, keeping eye contact with you, his dimpled cheeks prominent on his perfectly chiseled face.

Louis shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying his best not to make it too obvious that he was beyond irritated.

He pulled his phone out, trying to distract himself from what he had just heard, gnawing on the inside of his cheeks instinctively.

You awkwardly laughed off the exchange, politely thanking Lars before walking back to your monitors to see what photos had been taken so far. You noticed the flush look on Louis face and walked over to him.

“Are you okay? Are you hungry? We have-“

“I’m fine” he replied coldly, as he scrolled on his phone. He refused to look up at you, avoiding your eye contact as you stood in front of him.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered, trying not to draw any attention to yourselves as Clara took over.

“Nothing” he lied before putting his phone down in his lap. He faked a smile, but you knew him better than that, feeling the sass radiate off of him. You didn’t have the time to concern yourself if he wasn’t ready to discuss it so you nodded and got back to work.

“Lars? Can you put your right foot out in front of you? The pattern of the pants will elongate your legs.” You demonstrated what you meant but Lars pretended to not get it.

“Can you physically show me? I don’t think I understand” he smirked, looking past you and over to Louis. Louis was never great at biting his tongue, immediately popping up from his seat for a smoke break, the door shutting loudly behind him.

Clara looked at you and you nodded, excusing yourself but not before you quietly asked Jason to step in and help with wardrobe.

You rushed to follow Louis to the side of your building where he was already halfway through a cigarette, he was angrily mumbling to himself when you stood before him.

“What the fuck was that about?” You felt a wave of emotions come over you, on one hand, Louis had slightly embarrassed you in front of a client but on the other hand, if he was actually jealous, you might kind of love it.

“Baby!” His voice was high-pitched and defensive as he waved around a cigarette. “You can’t be fucking serious! You know that fucking guy in there has been flirting with you from the second he walked in!”

He didn’t give you a moment to respond before he continued to ramble. “You thanked him too! I know this is your job so I’m trying not to overreact but seriously fuck that guy! You should’ve told him to-“ he paused noticing the giant grin on your face.

“Louis? Are you seriously jealous?” You folded your arms against your chest as you watched him take an unnecessarily long drag of his cigarette with his eyes fluttering closed. The smug look on your face was enough to drive him crazy.

“Louis Tomlinson- are you jealous?” You giggled, slightly more excited than you meant for it to come out.

“No” he lied, realizing only now that he really had nothing to worry about. “I don’t get jealous, not ever.” He was lying through his teeth and his shy smile was a dead giveaway.

“No?” You stepped closer to him, closing the space between you two now as Louis backed up against the wall of the building.

“Nope,” he rolled his eyes as he took another drag, trying to avoid your gaze as he blew the smoke away from you.

“Not even when he told me I had a…” you smiled knowing exactly what you were doing before you leaned into his ear “Gentle touch?”

Louis couldn’t hide it anymore, and he knew you were well aware. He threw his cigarette down, stomping it into the ground, his hands were entangled in your hair within seconds, passionately kissing you like you were the air he needed to breathe. His kisses grew sloppy and more passionate by the second, he didn’t care who saw and hoped more than anything that Lars would walk out of that building at any second.

“Admit it” you moaned between kisses, your hands getting lost in his hair, the two of you could hardly breathe.

“Okay, fuck, I’m jealous” he rasped as he fought for breath against your lips, he had no plans of stopping anytime soon as he suddenly latched onto your neck, something he had never done before.

“Lou!” You gasped, feeling the pit of your stomach growing warmer at the sensation against your neck. He was marking his territory and you hated to admit you were enjoying every second of it.

“Now you know how I feel” you smugly replied as you pulled away from him, checking your neck in the reflection of your phone.

“You? Jealous?” He seemed surprised but he rather enjoyed this slight toxicity.

“Every single room we walk into people are already madly in love with you. It was a nice change, I won’t lie” You rubbed your neck slightly making him blush as he admired the love bite he left on your neck.

“I only care if you’re madly in love with me though” he lit another cigarette as you leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“You already know that I am and you have nothing to worry about, you know that right?”

He nodded, pulling you closer to him as he finished his cigarette.

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

we’ll figure this out, together

pair: Louis Tomlinson x reader

summary: y/n(she/her) finds out she's pregnant after she got r*ped

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Y/N sat on Louis' couch, hands shaking as she stared down at the pregnancy test in her lap. Two pink lines. Positive.

Her chest felt tight, like she couldn’t breathe, like everything around her was closing in. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to will away the memory of that night, the night she never wanted to think about again. But now, she didn’t have a choice.

A sob escaped her lips before she could stop it. She clapped a hand over her mouth, trying to keep quiet, but it was too late.

"Love?" Louis’ voice was soft, full of concern. She heard his footsteps coming closer, then felt the couch dip beside her. "What’s wrong?"

She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. All she could do was stare at the test, her vision blurry with tears.

Louis followed her gaze, and the second he saw it, his whole body tensed. He didn’t say anything right away, just reached over and gently took the test from her lap, turning it over in his hands like he needed to make sure he was seeing it right.

When he finally looked at her, his blue eyes were full of emotions she couldn’t quite place. But there was no anger. No judgment. Just pure, overwhelming concern.

"Is this…?" He trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, her throat too tight to speak.

Louis swallowed hard, setting the test down on the coffee table. Then, without another word, he opened his arms.

That was all it took.

She collapsed into his chest, sobbing so hard it physically hurt. He held her tightly, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other rubbing soothing circles on her back.

"It’s okay, love," he murmured. "I’ve got you."

She clung to him, fingers twisting in his hoodie. "I don’t—I don’t know what to do, Lou," she choked out. "I don’t want—I can’t—"

"Shh," he soothed. "You don’t have to figure everything out right now. We’ll take it one step at a time, yeah?"

She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her face wet with tears. "But what if—what if I can’t do this? What if I—"

Louis cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away her tears. "No matter what you decide, I’m here," he said firmly. "You don’t have to do this alone. Ever. I swear."

A fresh wave of emotion crashed over her, and she buried her face in his chest again. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, holding her even tighter.

"We’ll figure this out," he promised. "Together."

[flowerchild28-deactivated202510]

Hi!! Can I get a Louis Tomlinson x reader where basically it’s just a bunch of fluff the story can be up to you but just lots of kisses and fluff lol!!

The Memory Box

Louis Tomlinson imagine

Warnings: fluff, crush, kisses

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It was one of those rare, peaceful weekends where Louis, Y/N, and Freddie had the whole day to themselves. The tour was over, the schedule was quiet for a while, and they were ready to enjoy some quality family time. Today, they had something special planned that would bring them even closer.

Louis, dressed in his comfy grey shorts and a relaxed blue tank top, had been thinking a lot about Freddie lately. He watched his little boy grow up so quickly and noticed how Freddie had started collecting little treasures from all their adventures—seashells from the beach, tickets from zoo trips, little stones from places they’d visited and confetti from his concerts Freddie went to. And he needed somewhere to keep those precious mementos, somewhere that would be as special as the memories they created together.

“Alright, mate,” Louis said, kneeling down to Freddie’s level in their living room, a wide grin spreading across his face. “How about we make something today? Something special for you to store all your memories in?”

Freddie, dressed in his dark grey jean shorts and a white graphic tee, looked up at Louis with wide, excited eyes. “Like my treasures?” he asked eagerly, his small hands already clasping together in excitement.

“Exactly!” Louis replied, his heart swelling at how excited Freddie was. “A special box just for all your little treasures.”

Y/N, who had been quietly setting up some supplies on the coffee table, smiled warmly, dressed in black gym shorts and an oversized grey shirt of Louis’s, which draped comfortably over her. “What do you think, Freddie? You can decorate it however you like.”

Freddie’s face lit up even more. “Yes! I can put my shells and pictures in it!” he said with glee.

Louis chuckled, ruffling Freddie’s hair. “You’re right, mate. You’ll keep all the little memories you’ve picked up on tour, at the beach, or from our vacations.” He turned to Y/N, who was sorting out paints, brushes, and stickers. “And maybe we can write a little note inside the box, so when you’re older, you’ll remember exactly why you made it.”

Y/N nodded, excited to get started. “Sounds perfect,” she said, giving Freddie a playful wink. “This is going to be so fun!”

The three of them sat down on the floor, the paints and brushes ready for action. Freddie couldn’t wait to get started. He grabbed the first paintbrush he could find and dipped it into the bright blue paint, eagerly starting to brush it on the box. Louis and Y/N helped guide his tiny hands, showing him how to carefully paint without making a mess, though it didn’t take long before both Louis and Freddie had splashes of paint on their clothes and faces.

“This will be your box, Freddie,” Louis said softly as they worked together, his hands gently holding Freddie’s while they painted. He leaned in to kiss Freddie on the forehead, brushing a bit of paint off his cheek. “You can keep everything in it—your drawings, souvenirs, tickets from all our adventures. It’ll be a box full of all the places and memories we’ve shared.”

Freddie, looking up at his dad with wide eyes, asked, “Can we put our beach trip in there too?”

Louis smiled, pulling Freddie close for a warm hug. “Of course, Freddie. We’ll put everything. This box will hold all of them.”

As they painted, Y/N leaned in, placing a soft kiss on Louis’s cheek, her lips lingering for just a second longer than usual. She admired how beautifully he interacted with Freddie, guiding him with such patience, making sure every brushstroke was done just right. Louis caught her glance and winked, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re making this so much fun." he said softly, his voice low with affection.

Y/N smiled back, touching his arm gently. “I just love watching you with him, Lou.”

Louis leaned down, kissing Y/N softly on the lips, letting the warmth of their love fill the space around them. “I love you both,” he whispered between kisses, his hands brushing Freddie’s hair as they shared the simple, beautiful moment.

Freddie, in his excitement, painted little handprints all over the box, then added a few tiny doodles. Louis added a few messages—"Love you, Freddie," "Our adventures," and "Forever together"—writing them carefully as Y/N filled in cute little drawings of stars and hearts. The process was filled with laughter, occasional smudges of paint, and a whole lot of giggles. Louis kissed Y/N again, this time on the nose, before planting a soft kiss on Freddie’s cheek. “You’re doing a brilliant job, Freddie,” he praised, wiping a bit of paint from his own cheek.

By the time the box was fully painted, it was a beautiful mess of colors, handprints, and loving messages. It was unique—just like their family. As they let the box dry, Freddie ran off excitedly to collect the first items to place inside it.

“Can we put my seashell in there?” Freddie asked eagerly, holding out the seashell he had collected the last time they were at the beach. Louis smiled, taking it from Freddie’s little hands and carefully placing it inside the box.

“Of course,” Louis said, holding Freddie’s hand gently as he helped him arrange his treasures in the box. “We’ll keep all your favorite memories safe in here.”

As the afternoon went on, the family snuggled together on the couch. They pulled out old photos from their beach trip, their last vacation, and the zoo visit. Freddie, wide-eyed, eagerly picked a photo of the three of them making a giant sandcastle on the beach and slid it carefully into the box. Louis and Y/N shared a soft kiss as they watched their son, each kiss a quiet promise to always treasure these moments.

Louis leaned down, kissing Y/N’s forehead gently. “This box, it’s more than just a place for Freddie’s memories,” he murmured. “It’s a symbol of everything we’ve shared and everything we will.”

Y/N, her eyes shining with affection, nodded in agreement. “It’s a little piece of us,” she said softly, kissing him back on the lips, savoring the tenderness of the moment.

Freddie, looking up from his box, reached his tiny arms out to both of them. “Can I hug you both now?” he asked, his voice filled with pure love.

Louis and Y/N both smiled, pulling Freddie into the biggest, warmest hug. As they wrapped their arms around him, Freddie snuggled between them, resting his head on Louis’s chest. “I love you,” Freddie whispered, his voice full of innocence.

“We love you, Freddie,” Y/N said, kissing the top of his head. “Always and forever.”

Louis pressed a soft kiss to the top of Freddie’s head as well. “You’re our greatest treasure, mate,” he whispered, his heart full of love.

As they all held each other tightly, the world outside seemed to fade away. It was just them—their love, their memories, and their little family, together.

The memory box they had created wasn’t just a place to store souvenirs; it was a testament to their bond, to all the moments that made their family so special. And as Freddie nestled between them, holding his precious box, Louis and Y/N knew that this was just one of many cherished memories they would hold in their hearts forever.

Hope you like it love :)

xoxo

Pls tell me if you have ideas for other stories. :)

[livelaughlouistomlinson]

Birthday Jet Lag.

Genre: Fluff

A/N: I apologize for the delay, I got major writers block with this one.

Louis shuffled around in bed, the jet lag was unfortunately winning and he couldn’t get his sleep schedule to cooperate.

You on the other hand had been up for hours, quietly scrolling on your iPad with your AirPods in when you finally noticed he had opened one sleepy eye to peer up at you.

His hair was a mess, the navy blue floral duvet was up to his ears and he would hate it if you said it out loud but he looked rather adorable.

“Morning bubby” you spoke quietly knowing he was only half awake.

“Morning love” his voice was rough and scratchy, and you knew by the sound of it that he was going to fall back asleep in no time.

You placed your iPad down on the bedside table, taking your headphones out as you scrunched back down into the bed to lay closer to him.

“How long have you been up?” His words were slurred, and his eyes closed as you lightly massaged his scalp with your nails.

“About an hour” you lied, knowing he’d feel bad if he knew it had really been three. You had spent that time planning the finishing touches on his birthday surprise with Lottie and his other younger sisters so you weren’t complaining about his absence.

“You’re not handling the time change very well baby, are you?”

He scoffed at your reporting the obvious, raising his eyebrows in response, keeping his eyes shut tightly.

“Resisting the urge to be a smart ass? Woah! You really are exhausted!” You teased knowing he’d get a chuckle out of that.

Louis let out a soft laugh knowing you were right. He hadn’t been home in over two months, spending a ton of his time in California before heading home to Donny for the holidays.

“Can I go back to bed or do we have plans today? I can’t remember” he groaned, shuffling around in bed with a shiver. He was always freezing even when you were practically sweating.

“We have dinner tonight with your sisters but that’s not for another few hours” you giggled to yourself knowing he hadn’t waited for you to answer as a small snore erupted from him.

••••

Dinner had come and went with Louis siblings, it was always a fun time plus Lottie was an amazing cook so no complaints there. You came from a small family so it was always nice to be around them, and they were of course very welcoming.

Once Louis fell asleep you, Lottie, Daisy, and Phoebe decorated the living room with red and gold balloons, a black and white birthday banner, and some gold confetti spread across the table.

Lottie had hidden his custom birthday cake in the fridge you had in the garage, knowing he wouldn’t look in there. You had ordered him a Formula 1 cake, knowing he’d geek out about it brought a smile to your face.

You had a day full of surprises for him and without his sisters there was no way you’d be able to pull anything off, so you made sure to profusely thank them before they left for the night.

••••

The next day was Christmas Eve, but most importantly it was Louis birthday. He never made a fuss about it, his birthday always being understandably overshadowed by the holidays but this year was much different and you wanted his day to be the focus.

You had a chef come around eight in the morning to prepare breakfast, knowing you’d be able to nudge him awake around nine or so.

Louis mumbled something inaudible under his breath as you shook him awake.

“You can’t be grumpy on your birthday baby” you giggled as he let a smirk wash across his face. You had crawled on top of him, lying gently on his chest as you watched his pretty blue eyes flutter open.

“I’d argue that’s the one day I get to be grumpy!” He threw his hands up in protest before stretching in bed, you knew he was only joking by the smirk on his face.

“Happy birthday handsome” you peppered his face in kisses, counting to thirty-three for dramatic effects.

“Actually, Merry Christmas Eve” he mumbled back making you giggle.

Just then you heard a clanking sound coming from the kitchen and Louis practically jumped out of his skin, defensively squeezing your thigh.

“Easy tiger!” You giggled as you sat up, still straddling his hips. “I have a surprise for you in the kitchen.”

It didn’t take long for him to get up and follow you into the living room, his eyes wide as he saw the decorations both you and his sisters had set up.

“When did you do all of this?”

“When you were snoring last night.” You tickled his side before continuing “I can’t take all the credit, your sisters helped me.”

“You’re so cute love” he smiled, awkwardly waving to the chef in the kitchen. “This means a lot to me” he confessed a glint in his eyes.

“I just wanted today to be about you and only you for a change. Plus if you’re happy about this wait for your cake.” You leaned over to kiss his cheek, before lightly fixing his unruly hair.

A giant smile spread across his face knowing you probably had several tricks up your sleeve for the remainder of the day.