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No Constraints by lululawrence
Louis Tomlinson/Greg James | 863 words | Prompt 7.5: Constraint
Louis is really not understanding this particular section of his Vector Calculus course, and his tutor doesn't seem to get what Louis is having a hard time with.
Until he does.
Written as part of @wordplayfics 2023!
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Getting a Head for Heights
Fandom: One Direction, BBC Radio 1 RPF
Pairing: Louis/Greg James
Tags: Size Difference; Alternate Universe - College/University; Sharing Clothes; Kissing
Rating: T
Length: 3.5k words
Summary: The problem is, Louis thinks Greg would be quite good to date, so it would really help if everyone would stop reminding him of that fact so he could unthink it. He’d be a gentleman, at least until Louis talked him out of it, and he’s funny and nice and hot and they’re both into music and football and drama. He’s also a freakish giant of a human, and the problem with dating is that sooner or later you have to stand next to each other.
1a Tomlinshaw or 4b grouis???
44 grouis
Hello my dear @allwaswell16. Sadly, someone else had already claimed 44 for a different pairing, so I hope that you don’t mind that I swapped and wrote you a little Grouis for #39 …because time’s run out.
Louis’ time device beeped. As though he hadn’t waited for this day, this hour, this quarter hour for the past twenty-eight years of his life. The five minute warning went off, and Louis’ whole life would be altered the next time it beeped, the next time in tandem with someone else’s time device. It was loud in the quiet of the car, and Louis clasped his hand over his wrist.
Growing up, Louis never thought the day he’d meet his soulmate would be one day in a line of promo for his debut album, a day of being shuffled through radio stations and throngs of fans, with his handlers and producers and assistants and on-air talent. One of the thousands of people that would cross his path that day was his soulmate. Christ. He was going to piss his pants just thinking of it.
“Was that?” Oli swiveled his head towards Louis. “That wasn’t your device, was it?”
Louis swallowed thickly. “I don’t know what you want me to do about it,” Louis finally said to the car at large.
“You could’ve warned us,” Alex hissed. “We don’t have a PR plan for this. We had no idea it was happening today. What if… what if it’s a fucking fan. The media’s going to have a field day. Or what if it happened while you were on air, live. Shit, Louis, are you purposefully trying to give me a heart attack.”
“You know what they say,” Louis said. The message was drilled into everyone’s head from the time they were able to understand language. Live your life normally. You can’t plan for it. It’ll happen the way it’s supposed to happen. No one even talked about it, for fear of jinxing things before the big moment. It all seemed like a crock of shit to Louis; he was going to cross paths with some stranger in a manner of minutes and then boom he’d have a soulmate. He just hoped he didn’t hate whoever he was going to end up with.
“I know most people don’t talk about it, but need I remind you that you are not most people?” Alex loved to remind him of that. Louis hated that as well.
“And what would you have done differently?” Louis asked, trying to keep calm. “Plan my day around who you thought I should get paired up with. As though that’s something you could predict? You’ve already planned my day down to the second and we’ve had to alter the schedule at least seventeen times between traffic and delays and whatever else holds us up. You can’t predict shit.”
“We’re here,” the driver said, tapping on the partition. “Ready?”
“Yep. Thank you,” Louis said.
Alex sighed. Oli smirked, barely hiding a snort; the little shit. Preston rolled his eyes. At least security could always keep their opinions to themselves.
They all filed out of the car and past the fans waiting on the other side of the barriers. “I’ll stop on my way out,” Louis shouted to them with a wave. “If I’m allowed.”
“Ha. Ha,” Alex said dryly.
“Someone who works at The Beeb?” Oli whistled lowly, once they passed through the doors. “Only the best for our Tommo.”
“Fuck,” Alex muttered. “What if it’s a fucking journalist.”
“Watch what you’re saying about my future mate,” Louis joked. Like he cared. But he did like giving her a hard time.
“It’s gotta be almost time,” Oli said, quietly, into Louis’ ear. As though Louis had been able to think of anything else. He scanned the room, large and bustling, it could be almost anyone. He hoped he could get through the next however few minutes without actually getting sick. His stomach twisted painfully at the thought.
“Right this way,” said someone who had surely introduced themselves while Louis was distracted. He had to pay better attention at the moment. Or he was going to have a soulmate and then have to ask them their name. She led them down a short hallway, then into the recording booth, which had considerably less people. Louis was sure that was worse. Although anyone could pop their head inside seconds before the big moment.
“Greg! Good to see you, mate,” Louis said, full of enthusiasm, trying to hide his nerves. At least Greg was a decent bloke; not likely to exploit him or whatever for whatever was about to happen right in front of him. Louis stuck out his hand and Greg shook it, before pulling Louis into a bro-hug. Louis wiped his hand down his pants, Greg’s hand had been awfully sweaty.
“Sorry. Good to see you too, of course. Sorry I’m bricking it—”
“No need to apologize, lad. ‘S just me.”
“I know but,” he dropped his voice so only Louis could hear, “it’s my time. Like, any second now.”
Louis’ heart stopped for a moment. He hadn’t dared let himself hope that he might possibly end up with someone like Greg. Someone funny, who could keep up with his banter, who was tall and gorgeous and kind and did so much for charity, someone who genuinely liked Louis’ music, who wouldn’t sell him out, who he’s known for his entire professional career—since he was a tiny twink in a boy band.
“It’s me,” Louis said just as softly, and Greg froze beside him. Then their devices beeped, perfectly in sync.
Everyone around them fell silent; it was the quietest moment he could remember in days.
“I hope…” Louis stopped, acutely aware of the number of eyes on them, that he might be making a fool of himself, no matter how nice Greg was. “Maybe you could learn to love me, someday.”
Greg chuckled; he sounded nervous. “Someday… When I— I knew you were coming today. Things always happen of course, I tried not to hope, but fuck Louis, I’ve been mostly in love with you since 2012 when you cohosted with me. Bit creepy, actually, now that I think of it.”
“Not creepy. Lovely. Maybe.”
“What are you waiting for?” Oli asked, “Kiss the man already.”
“Go ahead and seal the deal,” Alex added, as though Louis needed her approval. Although, it was going to make his life a hell of a lot easier since she approved.
Greg stood, and held Louis’ hand as he stood too. Louis tilted his head back to look up at him, then stood on his tiptoes. “Going to have killer calves, getting to kiss you all the time.”
Greg licked his lips, and hunched down to meet Louis. “Quite like the sound of that.”
They kissed, short and sweet since they were in public, separated long enough to smirk at each other, then went back in, this time dirty and deep, Louis groping Greg’s arm, his ribs, his arse, whatever he could get his hands on. It was like his whole body was alight with passion. He was going to have to call off the rest of the day’s plans and drag Greg into the nearest loo.
But then the producers, red-faced and clearly regretting their lives, were stopping them, convincing them they had to get on with the interview, begging them to keep in mind they were going live in a matter of moments.
It was fine. Louis had waited twenty-eight years to get a chance with the man of his dreams, and how that he had him, he had the rest of his life to kiss him.
Hello.. I'm fairly new to the fandom, I just wanted to know why Louis' being paired to either Aiden or Greg in every other fic lol is there history there or ?? And sorry if you already answered this before. xx
Hiii ! Im sorry, this ask stayed so long in my inbox ! So I don’t know if you will see this but anyway :
For Aiden, it’s from the xFactor era . Look at theses pics/gif ... and you’ll understand.
... I KNOW RIGHT?
For Greg, I’m not sure. Probably just because they look good together ?
ALSO IS THIS TWEET LEGIT ??
The concept of Greg and Louis Tomlinson actually being shipped together is hilarious
But kind of cute too, I can't believe I only found out about it like last week.
Too Sexy (For the BBC) by lululawrence
Greg James/Louis Tomlinson | 2.3k | Prompt 6.2: Particular
“Did you know 200 people complained to the BBC officially to say that Olly Alexander’s performance at New Year’s Eve was,” Greg paused to allow the viewers to take in the most provocative part of the dance that had been performed that night for a moment before using air quotes and saying, “too sexy?”
Frowning a bit in a concerned and yet also disappointed way, Greg then continued.
“I actually felt a bit left out. I had an idea.”
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Yellow, Is It Me You’re Looking For? | lululawrence
Greg James/Louis Tomlinson | 3.2k | AO3
Standing in the mess Greg’s shift had left behind, Louis decided he would start small. He’d organise the paint colour cards that displayed the names and then get started on the sample tins. It wasn’t until he started opening the boxes of colour cards that Louis started to wonder whether Nick had been the one to name the paint after all.
Yellow, Is It Me You’re Looking For? was along the top left corner of a mustard yellow card. Nick was as big a fan of puns and music as anyone, so while it was unorthodox, Louis didn’t think too much of it. Part of the appeal of Annie’s Hardware was that they didn’t take things too seriously while always maintaining professionalism.
The names that followed did leave Louis to wonder if Annie knew exactly what the chosen paint names were, though. The Colour Of My Tears When ‘FRIENDS’ Ended for a soft white, Barneys Blood for a pale purple, and Blond. James Blond. for a sand tone had Louis convinced that it was a different co-worker who had renamed the colours.
Or the one where Louis has pined after Greg for what seems like ages, but when Greg renames the company's paint colors, something might finally be ready to give.
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