#louis partridge x reader
tewkesbury headcannons
hello everybody here are some headcannons for my favorite boy
not my gif!!
a/n: this is kinda gonna be set in a modern a/u bc it’s easier to work with and i am lazy
warnings: smoking!!!
- okay, first things first, let’s get it out of the way, he’s so stylish.
- he would def ask you to paint his nails and put makeup on him just to get a rise out of his grandma
- he always gives you flowers because,
tewkesbury is tewkesbury. - he loves, loves,LOVES. being called a pretty boy. especially when you add a ‘my’ before it. he melts.
- he met you through enola and he thought you guys were dating at first so he was upset for a long time.
- he loves jewelry, nothing fancy, cute little handmade bracelets and wire rings.
- he loves music, and plays guitar.
- you play drums so always talk about making a band.
- he’s not really the jealous type, but when he is he usually just makes fun of the guy subtly. “did you get dressed in the dark?” and then he feels bad because, say it with me, tewkesbury is tewkesbury.
- he loves going to rooftops and smoke, it’s relaxing to him.
- he once invited you and it became your thing.
- he once saw you braid your hair and he begged you to teach him, no arguing.
- his favorite songs are love my way by the psychedelic furs, just like heaven by the cure, and under my thumb by the rolling stones.
- why? because i said so?
- he loves writing, so finding miscellaneous love letters is normal.
- when he’s anxious he loves having you read to him
- all he wants to be is the best boyfriend for you, nothing more
- he really liked sour by olivia rodrigo, he cried to it even though he had never been heartbroken
- he thinks you’re the most beautiful being to ever exist. and he makes sure you know it.
- his kisses are so soft and tender, so so cute.
- he loves how you mutually teach each other things.
- he “never cared for his hair”, but you did. you loved it. could never keep your hands off of it.
- he moves around a lot when you guys sleep, so waking up with no blanket on you isn’t strange.
- he’s a little bratty toddler sometimes, but you’ve learned to live with it
- at the end of the day, you guys are absolutely the cutest couple.
- and he’s proud of it
- he loves you
- and you love him
crybaby.
pairings. louis partridge x fem!reader
about. you’ve been hurt by louis many times, but you don’t want to let him go.
warnings.foul language, lil millie slander , crybaby moment (not bad)
ricky rocks. this story was written at different points in time so forgive if it don’t make sense
you should have let it be.
ignorance is bliss.
but you weren’t ignorant. you never were and never would be and louis knew that since day one, but he always chose to ignore it, always hoping your love for him would blind you enough to let things go.
but he mistakes your love for something it isn’t, and time after time it kicks him in the ass
11:45 am—y/n: dinner at my house at six
he really only got back to you at later hours of the day due to his life conducting of sleeping, drinking, and sometimes working out if he really wanted; which was rare and almost never till his boredom killed his brain.
4:27 pm —lou: got it.
he didn’t show up. you weren’t surprised, but you still had hoped you would have caught him at a time where he was feeling considerate. guess not.
you didn’t see him for awhile after that, mainly because you were pissed and wanted to give him the silent treatment. otherwise you usually would have been at his house and in his bed within the same day he ditched out on you. the only thing that was different this time was the fact that he also ditched out on your mother too.
it was always hard to explain your dynamic with louis to people, especially your own mother, and even as she loved him dearly, she hoped better for you and urged you to end things with him. you had thought about it many, many times, but it just never happened.
you were attached to him, no matter how many times he broke your heart.
he called a week later, a call you missed, but lucky for you he had left a voicemail.
“eh, love, i’m going to be away from the next couple of days, don’t wait up on me, alright?” he laughs and you smile shamelessly at the sound while it echoed out from your phone for a good second. “i know you will anyways, but yeah, see ya, love ya.” the message is close to cutting off until it seems he remembers something just seconds before he’s about to hang up. “sorry about the other night. tell your mother i love her and your house is the first stop when i get back.”
lie. you knew he would forget that promise, but at least he apologized this time.
lou was an interesting person to say the least; he had no problem saying i love you, he said it before you did, but he hated affection outside of close doors. any of it, there was a rare chance to ever catch him in such a touchy mood around friends, family, and in public.
he was shitty at communication, but almost couldn’t go a day without you when in the same rural area. he liked to flaunt your relationship all over the internet but got fairly embarrassed whenever the two of you went out on dates.
it was borderline hell.
sometimes you wondered if he even liked you, and you almost doubted it if it weren’t for times when you hung out and the reassurance was there… until he left again. you felt anxious without him.
when you first ever met louis, you tried hard for him. you were always on your toes about how you looked, what you did, what you said—all to make sure no bumps were hit. you spent a significant amount of time crying in the beginning, still did.
“lou, i’m calling,” you bit your lip hard, wondering whether or not you should be even calling. “calling, just wondering if you’re alright, it’s been a week and i just haven’t heard from you… bye love, call me.”
please call me.
he didn’t call.
“louis, calling again, please pick up.”
no pick up.
“i’m starting to worry for you, love. just send a message or something, bye.”
no message.
“louis, i have your life360 location on, you bimbo, answering your fucking phone.”
oh you were crazy.
things escalated fast after you recalled that you had his location, where you immediately checked to see that he was exactly at his house, and then herhouse.
millie,of course.
you had always had speculation that there was something going on between the two of them ever since you had met her and she could barely stay away from him for more than a minute.
he always denied, but you didn’t trust it. especially not now. millie was one of the most flirty girls you had ever met; she spoke with her hands, and could barely keep her hands off his arms or waist, and even face.
they way he spoke about her never eased your thoughts. it seemed like he didn’t like her, but yet he always found himself at her house whenever he wasn’t with you. it was a punch in the face.
“louis, this is the last time i’m going to call you. i can’t do this, i know what you want, and it’s not me anymore.”
you were cursing at yourself for giving up already, so easy, without a second thought—but the thing was, you had given him so much time.you just didn’t want to let him go, no matter what.
the knock on your door was the answer to your prayers; because two days later, there he stood on your doorstep, smiling softly.
you were losing your mind at the sight, surprised, even though you should have expected him.
“hi, love.”
“oh, louis,” your hand pressed against your forehead, your eyes stinging from embarrassment knowing damn well that the only reason he was here was because of the voicemails.
“don’t cry,” he stepped in without invitation, pulling you to him with a sympathetic smile, “you’re worked up over nothing, baby,”
“oh, my god,” you shook your head, “i’m sorry.” you could feel your heart aching.
“don’t be sorry,” the hand he didn’t have around your waist was pressed against your cheek. his smile was soft but pressed into a thin line, not knowing what to make of you. “don’t be a crybaby, you’re okay.”
crybaby.
“you break my heart sometimes, lou,” you had your head pressed in the crook of his neck, regaining your composure. he held you, rubbing circles on your back as you spoke lowly.
“i know, sweetheart.”
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