#then meets Liam and somehow feels he needs to give it to him

[ryuusea]

a new beginning, with you.

sherliam modern au comic

[inlovewhithafairytale]

Morning love

Theo reason x reader smut + a lot of fluff cause I'm a softie also it has some Stydia reference because we Ship them them😤

that's so freaking cute!!! Unable to cant😭

Yn woke up with the feeling of someone gently caressing her face. She hummed softly at the feeling, how long had it been since anyone touched her like that?

She cracked her eyes open and was met by Theo, green eyes staring softly at her, mouth parted into a soft smile.

"Morning sleepy head" he murmured to her, his voice still groggy from sleep.

Yn smiled gave him a tired grin and snuggled close to his chest.

She felt theos run his hands softly through her hair "we promised Liam that we'd meet with him at the preserve remember?"

"I don't want to go...I just want to stay here with you forever and ever" the girl replied stubbornly her voice slightly muffled as she pressed closer to his body.

"Me too baby..."

Yn looked up at him and gave him a tired smile " then let's stay here, damn Liam"

"Oh really? Then Liam will come here and take the katana back and send me straight back ro hell" he replied giving her a teasing smile.

"He wouldn't be cause if he did I'd personally de ball him"

"You are so Stiles sister" he chuckled and bent his head slightly down and pressed his lips against yn's.

The sunlight came through the window illuminating the room in which the teenagers were. Still tangled in the bed sheets, pronouncing their love for each other.

Yn didn't know how but the kiss suddenly took a smutty turn. Her skin felt as if it caught fire, and she longed to feel Theos skin against hers. The arm that Theo had around her waist moved so that she laid on her back with Theo above her propping himself up in an elbow kissing her. Yn found that she didn't feel slightly uncomfortable with the way that Theo kissed her, softly, lovingly and somehow demanding. Somehow it didn't feel as if he was asking something from her that she didn't feel comfortable to give.

Yn hands wondered to his hair. Messing it more that what it already was, she pulled him closer, letting him kiss her more deeply. Her skiing clawed and she felt a somehow familiar wetness between her legs, she knew what she wanted now. She wanted him, more like needed.

Softly she jerked her hips up clashing with Theos side. Theo quickly pulled back and stared down at her with slightly wide eyes. His lips red from kissing and hair a complete mess.

Yn started back at him biting the edge of her lower lip nervously. Maybe she had done something wrong. But that doubt suddenly faded when Theo reached down again and kissed her.

"Are you sure about this" he asked her tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah...I just. I've never done it before...I mean I know all about it, just that you're the first guys I've ever even kissed..." she said nervously. She assent nervous because of him. She was nervous because she didn't want to do anything wrong.

"We don't even have a condom" he told her softly, Theo wanted her, but he couldn't bring himself to do something that she wasn't comfortable with.

"Uh.. I think Stiles has in the bathroom of the hallway"

"Ill get it"

As Theo exited the room she thanked her lucky stars once gain that Her father wasn't home. Hed totally freak out if he was the chimera in boxers wondering in the halls.

Yn giggled at the though. Her dad would surely skin her alive.

Theo returned "he had, why does he even have any? I though he and Malia had broken up" he said climbing into bed.

"Oh forgot to tell you... with my help stydia happened" she was so proud of herself, her brother was finally happy... except currently he was in a ghost riders dimension. But never mind.

"Finally?! I though they we're never going to admit their feeling for each other?"

"I know... but I helped plenty..."

"Huh.. really? It took you so long to admit you had feelings for me?" Theo gave her a playful smile as he laid again next to her.

"That's because I was young and stupid and they already had working chemistry. I only had to add a few touches." Yn said smiling turning to her side to face him." And also because I'm pretty awesome" she added with a wink.

"That you are" Theo. Breathed out as he wrapped an arm around Yn gain and flipped her to laying on her back him hovering above her, propping himself in an elbow. Green eyes looking softly down at her, as if caressing her with a look." Are you a hundred percent sure you want to do this?" He asked her again.

Yn nodded with a small smile.

Theo reached down again and and kissed her forehead softly and then claimed her lips once again. Their lips moved in complete sink. Though more heated up. He softly bit onto her lower lip. Prying her lips open. She granted him access and his tongue explored her mouth, tongues meeting and teeth clashing. Theo ran his hand softly against her side, from her stomach to her tight, fingers lingering over her clothed skin.

Yn ran her hands through his hair, relishing on the feelings he made her feel. She was pretty sure that by now her underwear was soaking wet, and her body was covered in goosebumps.

Theo gave a low moan into her mouth as she pulled on his hair. They parted the kiss and stared at each other.

"No way you get turned on when I pull your hair"yn giggled, Theo rolled his eyes and rested his for head against hers.

"Yn I could smell your arousal form a mile away. No way you get turned on when I kiss you" he retorted back, and before yn could get over the shock that he actually said that, he kissed her again. Yn kissed back after a moment purposely pulling in his hair, she could feel Theo trying to keep his moans at bay.

"Why did you stop?" She asked teasingly pulling back.

"I think I'll live the moaning to you sweet heart" he whispered and tried to kiss her again, but Yn stopped him.

"Dont. I like to hear you" She pulled him down and kissed him again. She didn't know where she had that confidence from but she liked it. She wasn't exactly shy in their relationship, but she left all the smuttiness to Theo because she had plenty.

Theo then started kissing her jaw and then down to her neck. Bitting softly just below her jawline. Yn took a strangled breath as he continued kissing down her neck. Moving her.. well actually his, shirt to the side. Exposing her shoulder. Yns eyes closed shut as Theo found her sweet spot. She felt him smile into her skin as she have a low moan when he started sucking.

"Theo don't live hickeys to big or my dad will skin us BOTH alive" she told him.

She felt him remove his mouth from her neck " uh... you can wear a turtle neck?" He asked sheepishly.

"Theo if my dad sees that..."

" it's only one" he complained.

"Just don't put any marks on my neck, you can live marks anywhere else"

Theo's eyes lit up and Yn wondered if she shouldn't have told him that, but he returned once again to pampering her neck with kisses. Here and there he bit softly. Just to hear her let out a breathy moan, one that only he alone would ever hear.

His hand wondered below her shirt and softly caressed her skin. Making Yn shiver slightly, pulling Theos hair. He lowly moaned into her skin. Sending vibrations through her making her smile. She was enjoying this so very much.

Theo then pulled away from her neck and lifted the hem of the shirt slightly "off...?"

Yn lifted her torso slightly and let him pull the shirt off, leaving her chest and stomach exposed. She blushed slightly because she knew that she had a slightly flat chest which she had tried to ignore all through her teenage years.(this is because you see... I have a flat chest and need to feel like I belong:()

She bit her lower lip as Theo looked at her body. Smelling her embarrassment he looked at her face. "You know you're beautiful right?" He whispered softly.

Yn looked in his eyes and knew he was telling the truth. She nodded slightly still a bit unsure. Theo kissed her lips once again." Yn you're are the most beautiful girl in the world, don't think otherwise" she smiled up at him.

"Thanks" she whispered

"I'm only telling you something you should already be aware of"

"That's why I'm Thanking you, you know I love you right" she said softly.

"I love you too Yn" he whispered back. As if only for her to hear, as if only she should ever hear Those words.

Theo kissed her once again softly, and started to kiss again for her neck.

"Wait..." she stopped him" off..?"

Theo chuckled and pulled his shirt off. Exposing his toned chest and abs. Yn ran a hand down his chest. Never tired of seeing his shirtless.

"See something you like?" Theo asked with a cocky grin

"Spare me the cocky act Reaken"

"Whatever you say Stilinski" and went once again to kissing her neck. He went down to her exposed chest and down the valley between her breasts making shure to live a hickey. One if his hands slid up from her taight to below her breast but to shy to do what he wanted to do. Yn noticed it.

"Theo..." he hummed from where he was kissing in her stomach." You can touch me" she told him quietly. She was comfortable with him. And she knew for shure that's what he wanted.

He looked up to her face and Yn swore she saw him blush slightly but never said anything because she wanted to keep his dignity as a man.

Theo bit in her skin again slightly, earning a breathy moan from Yn who had closed her eyes shut as he worked his wonders on her.the hand that had been resting below her breast he slowly ran up. Thumb circling her nipple. Yn sucked in shakky breath eyes still closed tightly, hands in Theos hair. Theo then reached up and sucked gently on her nipple still massaging her breath with his thumb. Sucking slightly and biting softly. After a while he went and gave the same attention to her other one.

Yn's phone on the night table beside her bed. Dinged with a notification. Yn never put he phone in vibrator since sometimes her pack needed her and had a specific ringtone to all of her friends.

"That's pup" yn told Theo.

"It's only 9 in the morning he shouldn't be bothering" Yn rolled her eyes with a smile at her boyfriend.

She was going to say something when Theo pulled her pajama pants down a bit. Lokking at her for reassurance. Liam forgotten, Yn nodded,.lifting her hips, letting Theo pulls her pants down, living her with only her underwear which was very wet because of her arousal. Once gain she thanked her lucky stars that she had waxed and shaved a week ago because Malia had wanted to go to a pool party. It ended up raining and they didn't go, not that Yn complained. Though Yn knew Theo wouldn't mind if she hadn't shaved at all. But luckily she was spared the embarrassment.

Theo again went up and missed her lips. "You weren't kidding when you said you were wet" he joked.

"I never said that. You did" yn answered, a little abashed.

"Well, I was right"he kissed her again then pulled back looking serious "yn, this is your first time and I will try and be extremely gentle. But if I get out of control ,I need you to lock yourself in the bathroom and not come out till I'm calm" he looks gravely into her eyes "You know I'll never hurt you but I'm still a werewolf with a bit of coyote" he said his eyes softer.

Yn have him a smile " I know you'd never. But I'll keep it in mind."

Taking the condom that he had put beside them in the bed, he pulled his boxers down, reveling his hard length. Yn had seen him naked a few times before. When he turned into a coyote or wolf and sneak into her room through the back door. Thats probably how she got hold of some of his clothes. She stared at him as he opened the plastic wrap and pulled the condom on and it struck her that she was extremely lucky to have a boyfriend that cared so much.

"Ok... are you still sure about this?" He asked once again

"Theo, yes... I'm sure"

Theo nodded and slowly pulled her underwear off, discarding it somewhere around the edge of the bed along with the rest of their clothes.

He pulled her legs apart and set himself between them. He looked at yn in the eye and rested their fore heads together."not going to lie... this might hurt. So try to breath in" he whispered, and kissed the tip of her nose.

Then slowly he pushed half his size inside of her. It didn't hurt so bad at first. Problaly because she had, and was, dripping wet.

"Do you want me to go all the way or.."

"Yeah go all the way" she breathed out.

He pushed inside if her gently. And Yn scrunched her face up in pain. Theo kissed the tip of her nose once again. He stayed still all the while letting yn adjust to his size inside of her. She shifted a bit under him and it hurt pretty much. Then suddenly all her pain vanished and she furrowed her eyebrows as she felt pleasure instead of the pain that had been tormenting her.

"Theo did you...?" She looked at him wide eyed " you took away my pain?" She whispered.

"I don't like seeing you in pain" he whispered " are you good now?" He asked her.

"Yeah, yeah.. you can move now"

Slowly Theo pulled out a bit and inside again. The wave of plesure Yn felt was amazing, she let oh a breathy sight, legs automatically wrapping around Theos torso pulling him closer. Her fingernails involuntarily scratched Theo's back.

"It ok, ill heal" Theo whispered between slight pants.

Yn nodded not trusting herself to talk.

The sunlight snaked it's way to the bed where the couple expressed each other a love that cannot be said or written. Along all the pleasure she was felling. She wondered how people ever had sex with anyone they didn't love, with anyone they sometime didn't even know. This was the most special way, anyone could express their love.

"Oh fuck" Theo murmured as he felt Yns falls tightened against him. She was close, and honestly if she kept tightening around him like that he'd be too. Actually he though he would come right then.

"Theo..." Yn asked unsur saying his name with a light wine in the end " I think I might be close" she said between low breathy moans which made Theo turn on even more.

" whenever you're ready baby ok?" Theo reassured her softly moaning when she involuntarily scratched his back, fingers curling around the bedsheets by the side of her head.

Yn felt a lightly familiar knot on the bottom of her stomach, she had felt it before when she had touched herself, but this one was much more prominent. Theo's head fell into the crook of her neck, his movements a little rougher than before. He lightly kissed her neck and let out a low moan when Yns hips jerked up meetings his stroke. Yn's walls tightened once again.

"Theo" she moaned, Theo felt as if be was in could 9 as he heard his name being said like that by her" Theo I'm gonna..."

"Ok, come for me sweet heart" he whispered into her neck.

His words had her come undone, she came wetting the sheets below then and him a bit. As she came with a moan that sounded in all the room, she jerked her hips up, sending Theo over the edge and cuming inside the condom with a moan and a grunt. Tightenig the grip he had around her waist.

The layd there panting the sun hitting Theo softly on his back which was healing from the few scatches that yn gave him.

Theo have yn a wet kiss on the neck" that was great" she murmured, receiving a humm of agreement from her boy." We have to do that again some other time"

"You never been righter" Theo said lifting his head from her neck and kissing her lips.

"Now I don't want to go to the preserve at all" yn said with a pout.

"How about I take you on a date after?" Theo suggested kissing her cheek.

"Its a deal"

Hi my beautiful readers!!! This is my first smut, and its funny how all the smut readers and writers are all virgins, including me 😂 I'm at leat a 99.0% percent sure of it. Anyway check my account for more stories and have a nice night/day. Love you guys!!

[zaynsalbumsficfest]

Here is the masterpost for round one of the zaynsalbumsficfest. We are happy to announce that we will be back later this year with round 2!

Thank you to all the wonderful writers who have joined our fest, we are so happy that so many of you were able to celebrate Zayn's music with us!

Fics and summaries under the cut.

⋆ and right from the start by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

It all started when Zayn ran into Aiden again.

Aiden. Liam hadn’t thought about him in years, if he’s honest. They’d been in highschool together, but that was ages ago, and they’d lost touch, as people do when you go to uni. Last thing Liam heard was that he’d gone off to London to study at ICMP. Liam and Zayn had stayed up North, going to Manchester together.

They’d done everything together, from the moment their mums had introduced them to one another. Liam had been the new neighbour, moving up from Wolverhampton, and Zayn had been all of three years old when he’d declared Liam his best friend. Liam had looked into those hazel eyes, framed by impossibly long eyelashes even then, and felt like he’d come home.

Even now, in their twenties, they still do everything together. They’d finished their degrees at the same time – Zayn the responsible one, making Liam study even when he didn’t feel like it – and had moved down to London together, finding a flat and jobs and building up a social circle that consisted of both Zayn and Liam’s friends.

It’s nice. It’s comfortable. And somehow Liam hadn’t expected it to end.

⋆ for the rest of my life (for the rest of yours) by @voulezloux

zayn and louis are exes. they still sleep together.

⋆ catching eyes across the room by @beardyboyzx

Zayn is nineteen when he gets his gift.

People say that when you get your gift, you can hear the Magic’s voice whisper what it will be to you the morning of your birthday: Zayn has always wondered what Magic sounded like — but most importantly: what will It say to him?

⋆ sipping pink lucozade by @zaynmaliksmiddlefinger

If Zayn had to describe his life for the past few years, “struggling musician” would be a massive understatement. The last thing he needs right now is a distraction from his last shot at a successful career.

Enter the most tempting distraction he could imagine in the form of Liam Payne, the irresistible—and deeply closeted—playboy and son of the owner of Zayn's label.

Liam Payne is used to getting everything he wants with a tap of his black card—but he isn’t used to wanting something money can’t buy.

Let alone something he shouldn't desire to begin with.

Both men know they shouldn't risk everything by giving in to temptation, but it just might be too late.

⋆ love me tonight by @1ds5directions

When they meet for the first time, Zayn is on set of a new music video for singer Liam Payne. Louis didn't tell him about the cross he did at the intimicy work agreement when filling out the papers for Zayn. So a (surprise) scene of clothed grinding turns into two orgasms later in Liam's changing room. The second time they meet is a coincidence but the third and fourth time are not.

⋆ my sleep was stolen, I'm searching for thieves by @yeahexactlyimnotreal

A lack of sleep leads to a chance of reconnection, with a whole lot of history written in dreams.

or

A series of hopes, dreams, and memories of Zayn as he rediscovers the most important people in his life.

⋆ like a sour diesel, she burns by @larry-hiatus

He’s just an exotic dancer—one whom Zayn enjoys more than the other girls at the club; one with whom he happens to share a complicated past; one who lets him blur the lines between what’s right and what’s wrong. All of that may be true, but Harry is still just a stripper to Zayn, and nothing more. Really.

⋆ can you feel where the wind is by @fallinglikethis

It had been a normal day, just like any other. He’d been doing a PR tour for his father’s election campaign, making appearances in marginalized communities to let them know that his father saw them, would work for them if elected. He’d always maintained that his father would make a bigger impact by showing up himself, proving that he meant to keep his promises and was not just sending his son to give lip service. Liam’s advice had fallen on deaf ears, but then it’s not like Liam had listened to his father’s advice either.

Liam still remembers the argument, still remembers the feelings of stubborn exasperation and eventual grudging acceptance, when his father had insisted that Liam needed a security detail while out doing his father’s bidding. He remembers arguing that he had no real power over anything, so no one would care about him, let alone try to hurt him. But that assessment had proven to be untrue today.

⋆ baby, i'm right here by @enchantedlandcoffee

“Yeah, but that wouldn’t stop us from dating, I’m way too irresistible for that,” Louis grinned, groaning when one of their throw pillows hit him in the face. “Knobhead.”

“Wanker,” Zayn retorted, sticking his tongue out at Louis. Louis stuck his out in retaliation, gently kicking at Zayn until the man grabbed his feet and held them still. They stayed there in silence for a while, Zayn reaching for the remote to turn the TV on as Louis focused on a weird patch of colour on their ceiling.

“Do you ever think that maybe we should date?” Louis asked, gaze staying firmly on the patch of colour even as Zayn turned to look at him.

Or

The one where Zayn and Louis are best friends and, after much prompting from their family members, try and give dating a go.

⋆ i'll knock on your door, it will save me from calling by @hl-obsessed

Louis hears "Good Years" for the first time. Harry is there to pick up the pieces.

or

Zayn makes some questionable choices. Louis makes some long awaited moves.

Sometimes heart broken all over again is the first step to healing and making everything right again.

⋆ skin on my skin by @laynefaire

Damn, I could get lost in a heartbeat Damn, I can't get over your body Can't take my eyes off you, baby Let me love you, baby

Let me touch you where you like it Let me do it for ya Give you all of my attention Dive into that ocean of your love, oh Let me show you just how much I want ya

⋆ i will die if i don't try by @lightwoodsmagic

It had started with an Instagram message this time.

Actually, it’d started with a comment, a simple ‘this sounds big already’ with clapping hands, one that Zayn had found easy to reply to with a casual ‘@liampayne appreciate it bro, thanks for the love’ and adding his own emoji. He’d sat and stared at his phone, watched as fans seemed to suddenly appear to like Zayn’s comment and show their excitement in capitals. He’d sat forward on his couch, leg bouncing as he’d chewed on his fingernail and waited for the message or call that was sure to come.

He’d been the one to reach out last time, after all.

It’d only taken Liam five minutes to send through a DM, something that surprised Zayn - he couldn’t remember ever speaking to Liam this way before.

Zaynie! How have you been? New song sounds sick.

And that’s all it had taken.

Or, Zayn and Liam used to be together in One Direction and they've been drawn back to each a handful of times over the last decade. This time though, with Zayn in Paris for Fashion Week, everything feels different.

Based on Common from Icarus Falls

⋆ love like this by @reminiscingintherain

A Zouiam RWRB AU, featuring Louis as the First Son, Liam as the Prince, and Zayn as Liam's friend and equerry. With appearances from Lottie as Louis' helpful sister, Harry as his best friend, and Niall as Liam's golf instructor (or gardener? or something else?).

⋆ i found the earth (not leaving now) by @zqua1d

Liam watches the ball of light as it traces the sky then starts to dip below the tree-line. It’s larger than any shooting star he has ever seen before.

He makes a wish. ☆☆☆ Alien Zayn + Human Liam | A love story inspired by the song “If I Got You”

[lovelytsunoda]

boy in love // clement novalak (mini fic)

summary: when marcus asks clem about the current state of his love life, they were all pretty shocked at the frenchman's answer

warnings: mentions of sex/kinks, nothing too explicit. clement is just a boy in love <3

author's note: this is so fucking self indulgent bye-

"so, clem, how's y/n?" james harvey blair is the first to ask, popping another bottle of wine open. they hadn't started filming yet, the boys wanted a chance to catch up before they brought the cameras and the microphones out.

"she's good. great, actually. she had some stuff she needed to get done today, but i'm going to see her tonight. we're going book shopping, and then getting dinner." the trident driver hummed, reaching for his wineglass.

marcus armstrong coughed, choking on his drink. "you, in a bookstore? i don't even think i've ever seen you read an entire ladbible post!"

clement rolled his eyes as the guys around him laughed. "yeah, okay, laugh all you want. she was going to go on her own and meet me for dinner later but i insisted on joining her."

everybody had been shocked when clement met y/n. she was so shy and quiet and sweet, and clement was. . . well . . . clement. they had personalities that shouldn't have worked but somehow managed to meld together perfectly.

clement novalak was a boy in love. further in love, in fact, than marcus had ever seen him.

"yeah, but it's always the quiet ones, innit?" liam lawson raises an eyebrow, spreading himself out on the couch. "she's gotta be into something wild, otherwise she'd never be able to keep up with you."

they should have known that liam was going to make the conversation go there. it seemed to be the only part of having a relationship that liam was good at, as of late, with a different girl in each new city before he finally found one that put up with his shit for more than ten hours at a time.

"come on, mate. at the end of the day, that's not really any of our business, is it?" james tried in vain to shut the conversation down. "as long as clement is happy, we should be happy for him."

"it may shock you wankers to know," clement began, setting his glass on marcus' coffee table. "that i have mellowed out sexually since y/n and i have started going out."

"those are words i thought would never come out of your mouth." marcus says, finally taking a seat next to liam on the couch. "are you sure you're actually clem, not an alien from another planet?"

"very funny, armstrong. i'm serious. she's not really into anything, if i'm being honest. the first time we tried to take things a little rougher, when i tried to put a little bit of pressure on her throat, not much, just enough that we could both tell it was there, you should have seen the panic in her eyes. and i just knew that i never wanted to be the person who made her feel like that again."

"does it not get boring?" liam gawked

clement shook his head. "we have our ways of keeping it fun."

"care to share it with the group?"

clem laughed. "i'm not sure how much she's comfortable sharing, mate. i'm not trying to cross any boundaries here. but i'll precursor it with this: have you ever worn silk boxers before?"

the laughter in the room was so loud that marcus wondered if he might get noise complaints. clement wasn't sure what was so funny, but the sheer look of horror on liam's face was enough to make him burst out into laughter along with everyone else.

"i'm serious, mate. she goes wild for that sort of cliché romance kind of stuff. this feels different than every other girl i've bene with has. it's more than just a physical thing when we fuck. it's like we're making love, it's a spiritual thing. i have never felt so emotionally close to another person before."

"and that's called character development." james remarked, reaching for the wine bottle. "does anyone want another glass?"

"i think i'm going to need one if this conversation keep going." liam jokes

"please tell me that she at least gives a decent blowie."

clement's face flushed pink. "dude, i am not answering that! why are all of your questions about sex, seriously? wouldn't you rather hear about how warm and fuzzy i feel when i wake up with her in my arms, or how my knees go weak when she smiles? or about how my perception of an awesome friday night has changed from getting shitfaced with you lot to curling up with her on the couch, sharing a bowl of pretzel chips and watching criminal minds re-runs? or how content and relaxed i feel listening to her read her books out loud?"

especially when the romance books get smutty, he thinks, but doesn't say it out loud. those are always the page numbers he remembers so that they can try reenacting the scenes together later.

james and marcus shared a knowing look. it was a feeling that they knew well.

the feeling of being utterly and madly in love.

"i think i'm in love with her, man. no, wait. i don't think it."

"i know it."

[itsnotreal]

Moodboard by the lovely, amazing @wemadethishome thank you so much ily🥺

Told You So

Word Count: 5k

Rating: Explicit

Or Louis' grandmother loved to meddle in his life no matter how much he told her to give it up.

Ready To Live, Ready To Die

Word Count: 6k Rating: Mature Or a will to live comes from an opportunity to give up his life. Though, how can Louis face immortality when he doesn’t even want to continue his mortality?

When I’m With You

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1k Harry gets a little bratty, don’t worry Louis knows just how to handle him.

The Wind It Held Us Up

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14k Or Louis had a feeling there was life on other planets, he just hadn’t expected to meet someone from one.

Sink Into You

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1k Or who’s really in charge? They loved battling it out. Winner gets an orgasm. Loser gets an orgasm… plus a little extra treat.

Downpours and Soup

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1.4k Or they really should invent rain jackets that actually keep the rain out. Maybe he wouldn’t have ended up almost naked in front of Louis.

Completely Oblivious

Rating: Mature Word Count: 1k Or an interaction with a stranger helps these two finally figure their shit out.

Tell Me What To Do

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 700 Harry loved when Louis got like this. It was even better when it was in public.

You Can Try To Hide

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6k Harry has managed to keep his innermost thoughts at bay when he’s around Louis, but what happens when he shows up unannounced one night when Harry’s at his most vulnerable.

Lacy Little Secret

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6k

Or Harry learned a very valuable lesson that day: always check to make sure it’s the right car before getting in.

Makes Me Feel Alive

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8k

Louis hated when people came in to get tattooed and couldn’t sit still— bunch of fucking squares is what they were. If only that had been the issue for his newest client.

Go For A Spin

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1k

Really, who could blame Louis for not keeping his hands to himself when Harry was wearing such tiny ass shorts?

Currant Affairs

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8k

What happens when Louis judges a book by its cover? Well— to put it plainly, it makes him a complete asshole. Hopefully Harry will forgive him for his mistakes.

Hung Up On You

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 11k

Louis received a dick pick from a stranger and normally, he'd be completely furious at something like that— except, whomever it was, had a super nice dick. If only the person attached to it hadn't turned out to be a complete asshole.

Feelin’ It Out

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3k

Or out having drinks with Liam leads Harry to a sushi date with Louis, the beautiful man he kept catching eyes with across the room.

Lapful of Lou

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2k

Or they are both idiots and it takes a drunk Harry (with no brain to mouth filter) to get things going.

There You Are

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8k

Harry couldn't believe he let Niall talk him into going to another album release party. After last time, he swore he'd never go to another one. It didn't take much for him to cave, though he really should've held his ground this time. Maybe he wouldn't have gotten into this sticky situation.

Take Away Your Breath

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 700

Louis was somehow the worst and best husband in the entire world. He knew just what to do to get Harry riled up and over the edge.

(Route)r To Your Heart

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1.5k

Harry’s upstairs neighbor is loud as fuck. What better way to deal with the problem than by being passive aggressive with his WiFi’s name?

Unleashing Adoration

Word Count: 6k

Rating: Explicit

Harry needs a new job. Louis’ schedule has gotten a bit busy lately, so he trusts that Niall will find someone who can take care of his dog, Clifford, a few days a week. Somehow, Harry gets the job; and maybe a little more than he bargained for.

Just Doob It

Word Count: 2k

Rating: Explicit

Whoever’s idea it was to try edibles was a fucking idiot— or wait, no— maybe a genius. Actually, yeah. Definitely a genius.

Seal The Deal

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2k

Harry’s been getting Louis Tomlinson’s mail for months, even though he told the mailman, multiple times, that he lived in apartment two and Louis lived in apartment eight.

Force To Bee Reckoned With

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3k

Niall was a meddling bastard, but that was alright. This time Harry would allow it, because it ended with him going home with the beautiful blue-eyed farmer.

Trippin’, Stumblin’

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4K

Harry was falling for Louis. No, really. He was literally falling for Louis— well, okay, maybe it was because of him. Technicalities.

Hit Paws - for the birthday gal @medicinehrry 🎁🧁

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.3k

Or Away From Home Festival shenanigans ensue.

Walk It Off

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3k

Louis had a hard time keeping his hands to himself when he and Harry were in public, but he had just the solution on how to apologize for teasing the poor man while they were out to dinner with friends.

Could Be A Catastrophe

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 29k

Or Louis is one of the two veterinarians in town and somehow gets lucky enough for Harry’s three cats to be his clients.

What’re The Odds?​

Rating: Mature  

Word Count: 4k

or Louis loses at a game of Odds, but does he really lose in the end?

Went Down In Flames

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 27k

Or the Fake Relationship AU, where Louis makes up a boyfriend that’s tall and has green eyes named Harry Styles, only for there to be an actual Harry Styles who just happens to be best friends with Niall.

Like A Beacon On The Bay

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4k

Liam manages to talk Harry into singing for his wedding and someone just happens to crash the party.

Replay

Rating: E for Everyone

Word Count: 11k

Harry moves in across the street and they really hit it off

Higher, Further, Faster

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 31k

Or the one where Harry decides to go to college regardless of what his team warns him about and has to face the consequences, some of which aren’t so terrible after all. There’s anger, confusion, laughter and love. Mix in a bit of FIFA and a boy who plays soccer at the college Harry goes to and it just might be the happily ever after he didn’t know he wanted.

My Kind Of Pretty

Written by @itsnotreal for @1dcountryfest

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 17k

Help needed ASAP!!!

Someone with a truck and two strong arms! Just come to Darling Jo’s Farm down by the rusty water tower to do an interview. Available anytime! All you have to do is show up! Don’t apply if you’re scared of dirt and you’re not willing to work from sunup til sundown. Room available if you need a place to stay for a cheap price.

Angel On My Sofa

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4K

Harry's girlfriend is using him to make her ex jealous, Louis realizes, but Harry doesn't. What happens when Louis voices his thoughts on the matter?

Too Close by myself (@itsnotreal )

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.7k

Harry doesn’t know how to grind. At least that’s what he told Louis.

The Kind Of Love I’ve Been Dreamin’ Of

Written by @itsnotreal for @bhficfest !

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8.7k

or Harry just really wanted Louis to dance with him and it wasn't just because of the alcohol coursing through his veins.

Oops

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3k

Harry accidentally calls Louis when he tries to remember his ex’s number that he deleted.

Let Me Down Easy by me @itsnotreal

Rating: E for Everyone (get your mind outta the gutter)

Words: 1.4k

Harry gets jealous in the drive-thru. Louis catches on. Feelings are spilled. But are they reciprocated?

Pour Decisions

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 12k

Prompt 80: AU where drunk!Louis fills out a fake job application for hot boss Harry Styles, including lurid details about his ‘desired position’ and ‘qualifications,’ and accidentally submits that instead of the real one.

Your Good Time

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3k 

Louis and Harry meet in a bar when Harry’s date is an ass. Inspired by Temporary Fix.

They Could Be Siblings

Rating: Mature

Words: 11k  

Harry and Louis are stuck working on a project together for class. Everything is going fine until one day Harry sees Louis with this pretty girl at the local coffee shop.

[amatchinwater]

Devenford Academy

Warnings: panic attack

Ao3 link ch 1 2

Ch 3: Cracks in the Wall

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Avoiding Brett has become practically impossible since officially meeting the pack. Stiles gets a few breaths alone after breakfast and before lunch. Other than the two classes in between, Brett is almost always there. Stiles has almost gotten used to it.

Almost.

It’s more so that when in the presence of the pack, the spark has learned to guard himself from the Alpha’s advances. Became desensitized to it. In reality, all it did was develop a type of rapport with Brett in the last week. Stiles has actually grown quite fond of it. It’s close to the way he and Isaac interact with one another. Just, you know, with Brett’s added flirtation and sexual innuendos.

As far as the pack goes, Stiles adores them. Having Isaac and Liam back in his life is amazing. Lori is hilarious and helps the spark not be as nervous around Brett. Donovan is, well, he’s not stalking him from the bushes anymore. Mason is fucking smart, like crazy smart and is just as into research as Stiles. He misses his father like crazy, but they’ve all proven that they’re here for him.

Today is particularly bad. The potion that he made has done nothing to calm the spark down. He feels moments away from having a panic attack. Stiles was able to make it back to his room, his second period teacher excusing him with a stomach ache. Not a complete lie. Aside from not being able to control his breathing that somehow got set to manual, Stiles feels like he might throw up.

Or pass out.

Possibly both.

Both are seeming more and more likely as the seconds creep by like glaciers.

Stiles stumbles into their bathroom half blind. Shoes and jacket thrown somewhere in the room on his way. The spark barely gets the shower turned on before his wobbly legs give out. His knees hit the floor with a harsh thud, promising bruises the following morning. Tugging his tie off does nothing to help the spark breathe better. He has to do something before he brains himself on the porcelain. 

“Lori,” Stiles croaks. Calling out to the she-wolf that he’s grown close to. “Lori, I need you.” Though they mean well, the spark can’t handle the intensity that would come with Isaac or Liam. And he doesn’t know if he can handle seeing Brett being gentle.

That would shatter every brick wall he’s tried to build between them.

They’re already flimsy at best right now.

A few months later, someone bursts into his room. “Stiles?” Lori calls out, “Stiles, where a- Stiles!” She crashes on the floor beside the shaking spark with a grounding hold on his shoulders. “What’s wrong? What can I do?” Her tone panicked, but doing her best at holding it together.

“P-p-” Stiles wheezes, eyesight getting worse. Who put the room sideways? “Panic…attack,” he gasps out.

“How can I help?” Lori asks, strong voice laced with worry. “Stiles, I don’t know what to do. I’m going to get Isaac, okay?” The spark shakes his head, trying to point to the shower. “Shit,” she hisses, grabbing his hand until there’s a draining feeling and black veins on hers. She’s trying to take his pain. “It’s not working…” she mutters something else, but it was too low for Stiles to hear.

“Stiles!” Brett’s voice catches his attention along with his whine. Did Lori call him?” Isaac, stay out here,” his voice gets louder, footsteps following on the tile floor. “Why didn’t you call me, Lori?”

So she called Isaac. Brett came on his own. It’s third period now, the Alpha doesn’t share that class with Isaac. Could he hear Stiles?

“I figured Isaac would make him more comfortable,” she says in her defense.

“Stiles?” Brett asks, lifting the spark’s head off the toilet seat. Oh, that’s why everything was sideways. Stiles leans into the touch, gasping for a proper breath, pointing at the irregular thundering in his chest. “Lori, get out.”

“What?”

“It’s fine, just go,” the Alpha says to his sister. “He needs space. I’m gonna get him in the shower, just wait with Isaac.” Brett scoops Stiles into his arms, “I can take care of him,” he says and warm water starts to cascade on them.

“But-”

“Lori,” Brett stops her, “I’m the Alpha. It’s my job. You did fine, but please, go so that I can help him.” The bathroom door closes and the wolf maneuvers them until Stiles is sitting in his lap. “Come on, pup, breathe. I’ve got you. Look at my hands,” Brett raises them, speaking softly, but sternly, “count them.”

The warm water settles into his pores, moderately easing the shaking of Stiles’ limbs. He takes a gasping breath and then another. His lungs hurt so badly. His ribs feel bruised with how hard his heart is slamming against them. Stiles blinks hard, begging for the Alpha’s hands to stop being blurry.

“Come on, Gorgeous,” Brett regains his focus. Wiggling his fingers, the wolf repeats the instruction, “count.”

Logically, Stiles knows that Brett being an Alpha does jack squat for him. He’s not part of the pack yet. But it’d be a lie to say that the wolf isn’t helping. Stiles is incredibly grateful right now.

Though he’s not shaking anymore, someone replaced Stiles’ limbs with lead. It takes a tremendous amount of focus to lift his hand. “One,” he taps the wolf’s pinky. “Two.” All the way to ten. His lungs finally pull in air properly.

“Good,” Brett kisses his temple, rubbing their heads together, “again. Focus on my breathing.”

Stiles does as he’s told. Letting the Alpha coax him back to reality. To safety. Back to normal. Breathing gets easier and his head no longer feels ready to explode. The worst has passed. All that remains is a minor sense of unease lingering in the back of his mind. But that’s usually how it goes. He just needs a few more minutes. 

“Thank you,” Stiles says, sinking into the Alpha’s hold.

Brett’s begun softly rumbling in his chest, carefully stroking the spark’s arms. “Any time. Isaac used to get them when he first got here. Liam too. This is why you should be in our pack,” the Alpha rests his head back against the tile wall.

“So you can help me through panic attacks,” Stiles snorts, turning a little in the wolf’s lap. He seemed to have done just fine without them being packmates. 

“So that it won’t take as long to,” Brett retorts. “I’m glad you trust Lori enough to call her, I do.” The Alpha pauses, like he’s trying to make sure this doesn’t come off as a lecture. He did just come down from a panic attack, so Stiles gratefully and patiently waits for the wolf to find the right words. “If I hadn’t decided to listen for you on a whim, I’d have never known something was wrong. As an Alpha- as your Alpha, I wouldn’t have to check in randomly. I’d feel it.”

The spark’s brows pinch, “how? Sorry, I don’t know everything about werewolves. Or packs.”

“It’s part of the pack bond,” Brett explains, not sounding like he’s berating him for not knowing. Rather actually educating. “When you’re a werewolf you have heightened senses. I could hear you across campus, yes. But when you’re in a pack, you all share a deeper connection; an emotional bond. I can feel all of my Betas and they can feel myself and each other at any given time. On top of that, if we were pack, my presence alone could calm you down without needing to touch or scent you like I’m doing now. It’d definitely help, but it would only be extra at that point.”

The spark had no idea.

That must have been what Brett did for Isaac on his second day like his best friend mentioned. Worked him through a panic attack and explained the benefits of being together.

“I’m not trying to force you into anything,” Brett assures him. “I meant it when I said that it’s entirely your choice. I’m just letting you know the benefits. I already told you you have a place in my pack, that you just have to take it. So, just think about it, okay?”

“I’ll do it,” Stiles agrees. The park is smart. He knows that at the very least, Brett isn’t lying to him about this. He’s seen the proof with Isaac and Liam. And now even himself. The extent that Brett was able to help him without being pack was great. Knowing that it could be all that much easier is definitely a bonus. 

The Alpha’s hands stutter for a second, “what?”

“I mean, an ironclad assurance that Isaac and Liam will be in my life?” Stiles laughs, “can’t find a reason to pass that up.” Brett rolls his eyes. “I’m all alone now,” the spark turns serious, the real reason he’s saying yes so soon. “It’ll be nice to have people who care about me again. A family. So, yes. I’ll join your pack, Brett. What do I have to do?”

Moving the wet strands of hair from his face, Brett moves Stiles to face him fully. “Tilt your head back,” the Alpha says with glowing rubies. “This won’t hurt and it doesn’t go deep enough to turn you. But I need you to trust me,” Brett exposes the spark’s throat more, grabbing him by the nape of the neck to pull him closer. “Can you do that?”

“Yeah,” Stiles gulps. Scared of fangs being that close to his neck, but he’s placing his trust in the Alpha. If Isaac did it, so can he. Brett did just help him after all. The spark can offer him the level of trust he’s asking for. Because he’s only joining the pack, it’s not a marriage proposal.

“Try and sit still,” the Alpha says, slurring around his fangs. Brett places the softest, briefest kiss on his bobbing adam’s apple. The spark recognizes it for what it is, a means to help soothe him, not hit on him. “Relax, pup,” the wolf’s warm breath ghosts across his skin before his fangs pinch around Stiles’ throat. 

It’s only a pinch, honestly. The smallest of a stinging sensation. Stiles has to fight not to moan, letting out a choked whine in his efforts. His neck has always been his weak spot and as much as the spark tries to ignore it, it’s Brett’s mouth and fangs. The Alpha growls around the bite and something blossoms is Stiles’ chest. He moans then, can’t help it really and will absolutely feel shame for it later. It takes a second to realize that the feeling must be the pack bond Brett was talking about. 

Stiles can feel everyone in his very being. Their worry for him as they wait in the spark’s room. It gives Stiles a sense of fullness. A wholeness he’s never experienced before. Except for maybe when he was young and his parents were alive and Isaac hadn’t moved away yet.

It’s amazing. 

Brett pulls back and on instinct, the spark reaches for his throat, expecting to feel puncture wounds. But there’s nothing aside from his own goosebumps from sitting in the shower fully clothed.

“Are you okay?” The Alpha asks, red fading away from his blue eyes.

“Yeah,” Stiles whispers, afraid to speak out loud, though unsure why. Because he just moaned from Brett biting him, duh. Red stains his cheeks. 

“Normally an Alpha will stay with their new Beta and the pack.” Brett tells him, “it helps solidify the pack bonds.”

“But?” The spark pushes, “I feel a but coming.”

The wolf shakes his head with a smile, “sharp as a tack. But, we’re sitting fully clothed in your shower. I’m going to quickly run back to my room to change and let you actually take a shower first. The pack is right outside if you need anything. Unless you don’t think you can wait,” Brett suggests, “I’m sure Isaac has something that’ll fit me.”

“I think an actual shower would be nice,” Stiles says with a soft smile, “but thank you. I’ll be okay. Like you said, everyone is right outside. Go get yourself dry.”

“Okay,” Brett taps the spark’s chin, helping him to his feet, “I’ll be back soon. Are you hungry? I can stop by the food hall on my way back.”

“I skipped breakfast, so that’d be great,” Stiles agrees as his stomach rumbles.

“I’ll grab something,” the Alpha pulls him into a tight hug before stepping out of the shower.

When the bathroom door closes, Stiles peels off his wet clothes that have become a second skin. “Hey, Is,” he says, “can you grab me some pajamas, please?”

It takes a second before the door opens, “here you go.” Isaac doesn’t leave right away, “are you okay?”

“I’m better now,” the spark tells him. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about my dad and everything hit me at once. But I’m okay now. I’m sorry if I scared you guys.”

The wolf chuckles through his nose, “I just care about you, is all.” The door opens, but Isaac pauses, “I’m really glad you’re part of the pack.”

“Me too,” Stiles grins to himself and the bathroom door closes again. The spark quickly washes himself off, toweling himself dry and gets dressed. Isaac was smart enough to give him a long sleeve. It helps as a comfort and something Stiles can fiddle with. 

When the spark steps out of the bathroom he instantly has an armful of Lori. The she-wolf hugs him tightly to her, “I’m so sorry, Stiles. I didn’t know what to do,” she whines, rubbing her cheek against his neck.

“Don’t apologize, Lori,” Stiles lifts his chin to help her better scent him. He may not know much, but the spark knows about scenting. “You did everything you could and I’m so grateful for that. I wasn’t even pack yet, but you still came when I called.” 

“Pack or not,” Donovan says, joining their embrace, “we would have come if you needed help.”

“It’s what we do,” Liam confirms, him and Mason wrapping their arms around them.

Isaac joins too, circling Stiles in a chorus of soft growls. 

“I brought pizza,” Brett announces when he walks back in. Stiles can see his smile from the small hole between Mason and Lori’s heads. “Glad to see you guys have started already.” The Alpha sets the boxes down, “let me in there.” The pack opens up to give him space, his arms replacing his sister’s around Stiles.

The spark hasn’t felt love like this before.

—

It’s been a week since Stiles’ panic attack. A whole seven days of being part of a pack. It’s pretty amazing actually. It was strange at first, feeling six other people alongside himself. But the warmth and connection that came with it far outweighed the weirdness. Stiles has a whole family now. It’s such a beautiful feeling. 

Brett gave him a day or two to adjust before the flirting picked back up. Stiles almost missed it. He’d grown accustomed to being hit on by the wolf. It made the absence of it very odd. No matter how short lived. Which just means that when it came back, the spark’s guard was a little off. 

“Hey, Gorgeous,” Brett’s arm loops around his shoulders when they walk out of their last class. “You’re not running away from me again, are you?”

Stiles leans into the wolf, patting his chest. The spark bats his eyelashes, “I wouldn’t dream of it, Alpha,” he says, oozing sarcasm. 

He’s teasing the wolf, Stiles knows it. Surely Brett does too. The spark just wasn’t prepared for the Alpha’s reaction.

Brett growls, yanking him around the corner. Most of the students have left and the Alpha pins the spark to the closest wall. “Careful, Gorgeous,” the wolf rumbles in his chest, red flickering in his irises. “Don’t tease me like that if you can’t handle the consequences,” Brett whispers the words against his neck. Hands squeezing the spark’s hips.

Stiles has forgotten how to breathe. Taking shallow gasps for air that are flooded with Brett’s cologne. He’s so fucking close. The kiss on Stiles’ pulse makes him whine to prevent a moan.

“Teasing an Alpha isn’t smart, Stiles,” Brett pushes his knee between the spark’s legs. God, the friction is heavenly. Stiles blushes, feeling like a virgin though he’s far from it. The Alpha nips his neck, kissing his jaw, “you never know when his control might snap and get yourself fucked-” Brett accentuates the word with a dig of his knee. Stiles can’t stop the moan then, “-right here in this hallway. Unless you want to stop lying to yourself,” the wolf leans back to look in his eyes, moving his knee away, proving who’s the better tease here. “Let me walk you home and I can give you exactly what you want, Gorgeous.”

Their lips are so close that their breath becomes one. Though his eyes are glassy, it’s enough to break the spell. Stiles gently shoves the Alpha off of him. He actually moves too, proving he’s not forcing anything; Stiles can’t match an Alpha’s strength. “I’m not that easy, Talbot,” the spark smirks before walking away.

He has dinner in the food hall with the pack, laughing and having a good time. Stiles and Mason team up to keep the last brownie away from Liam with their powers. The sparks split the treat together, much to the young wolf’s annoyance.

Stiles narrowly escaped Brett’s invitation to walk him home again. The spark told him he needed to go to the library to study for his biology test. Science has never been his forte, so he mostly got away with the lie.

To his surprise, when the spark gets back to his and Isaac’s room, the pack is there again. Various snacks and drinks litter the room with the Infinity War menu playing on the t.v. screen.

“Friday’s are movie nights,” Isaac explains to the spark’s cocked eyebrow. “We were waiting for you.”

“I told you there was no funny business,” Brett’s lazy grin shines from Stiles’ bed. “I was coming here anyway,” the Alpha says in regards to the offer to walk him home.

How was Stiles supposed to know that? The last time Brett offered, the wolf was suggesting fucking. “Let me get changed,” Stiles shakes his head with a smile. “Who picked the movie?” He asks from the bathroom while getting dressed.

“Brett did,” Mason pipes up. “Isaac mentioned that Marvel was a favorite of yours,” the other spark sounds so proud of himself. Especially when he chuckles at the Alpha’s growl.

Once changed, Stiles heads back out. Brett’s gotten under the covers, lifting the corner for the spark to join him. The spark sees Isaac and Liam laying the same way in the wolf’s bed, so he tries to calm down about it. Tries. But when he settles under the blankets, the Alpha’s arm wraps around him, curling the spark close. Stiles can only hope the movie starting hides the sound of his hammering heart.

Doubtful.

Though no one teases him for it, so the spark will take it.

About halfway through the movie, Mason and Donovan are snoring where they’re snuggled up with Lori. The Betas made a little nest of blankets and pillows on the floor. His and Brett’s legs have tangled together, the wolf softly rubbing his foot against the spark’s.

Brett’s been careful the whole time. Slow in his movements so as not to startle Stiles. Or bring the attention of the pack. The Alpha’s hand carefully slides under the spark’s shirt to caress his skin. Slow and deliberate in his intentions, giving Stiles plenty of time to tell him no. Although it elicits goosebumps and feels more than just friendly, it’s soothing so the spark allows it.

Stiles yawns, jerking his head off the wolf’s chest. He’s so relaxed in the wolf’s arms he could pass out. He didn’t even realize that he was laying on the Alpha. Isaac is the only one besides them that’s still awake. The spark usually has no problem staying up late. Right now, he’s so exhausted and boneless. He yawns again.

“If you’re tired,” Brett whispers, “you should sleep.”

“I’m-” Stiles fails at stopping another yawn, “-not tired.”

The Alpha chuckles silently, coaxing the spark back into snuggling with him. Once Stiles’ head is resting on Brett’s chest again he says, “I’ve heard Alphas are very comfortable to sleep on. Warm and safe,” Brett starts to growl softly.

“Jus’ to sleep,” Stiles mutters, eyes fluttering closed. Brett’s warmth, heartbeat, and growls lulling him to sleep effortlessly. “Nothing funny.”

“Just to sleep,” Brett agrees, holding the spark close and kissing the top of his head.

[disgruntledkittenface]

with love on the line (E, 7k)

Harry and Louis have always been Harry and Louis. Then they meet Nick.

A relationship in three snapshots.

i get so lost inside your eyes (M, 3.6k)

When Niall invites Zayn to stay over for the first time, Zayn has no idea that Niall has a surprise in store for her. Or that she’ll like it so much.

still, somehow (NR, 1k)

Louis trims Liam's split ends.

like sun on the rise (M, 8.9k)

Harry isn’t like anyone Nick has ever met before. Maybe that’s why they work.

subverting expectations (M, 2.7k)

Harry goes to the ladies’ room at the Met Gala expecting a cigarette and a break from the boredom. Instead, she gets Louis.

Darling, so it goes (E, 195k)

Harry Styles is a world-famous actor at the height of his career but a personal low point when he meets His Serene Highness Prince Louis of Monaco by chance. He doesn’t think they’ll ever see each other again, but after striking up a correspondence, it turns out they have more in common than he thought. Then they start to fall for each other. Louis is different from anyone Harry has dated before and their relationship moves fast as Harry realizes he’s ready for a change. Soon Harry finds himself adapting to an entirely new life, in a country where he doesn’t know the rules, the customs, even the language. Harry is used to people underestimating him, and he’s more determined than ever to prove them wrong.

He just needs Louis to meet him halfway.

Grace Kelly AU.

baby, you’re the end of june (E, 13.6k)

In which Harry courts Louis. Entirely by accident.

The Referral (E, 5.4k)

Louis has noticed that since he turned fifty, his sex drive has started to slow down. Unfortunately, that’s not the case for his younger boyfriend Harry. A problem solver by nature, Louis wants to do something special for Harry, to show him how much he appreciates him even after ten years together. When he suggests getting a referral for a sex worker to give Harry what he hasn’t been lately, it doesn’t take long for Harry to agree.

And then they meet Tom.

something to dream about (M, 100 words)

Louis gives Harry something to dream about while she's gone.

enough to make a girl blush (E, 22k)

When Louis moves from her small hometown to the city, she runs into her childhood friend Niall. Despite her surprise at learning that Niall presented as an alpha, she’s immediately drawn to her. As their relationship progresses and Louis settles into life in the city, she learns that love, sex and identity aren’t always as simple as she’d been taught growing up.

And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

make you mine this season (M, 28.5k)

After Harry’s Christmas plans fall through, she decides to surprise her best friend Nick in New York. Unfortunately, Nick decided to surprise her in San Francisco at the same time. When they realize what happened, they each resign themselves to staying and spending time in the other’s city. Harry tries to make the best of things, making elaborate plans to distract herself from feeling lonely, while Nick is just looking forward to her first real vacation from her hectic job in years. Neither of them will have the Christmas that they expected, but maybe they’ll each get the one that they need.

[secretaryunpaid]

Eyes Wide Shut... The Argument

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Flared temper, Argument

Word Count: 2,700 approximately

#Eyes Wide Shut AU, @secretaryunpaid

Liam sat in his study, reviewing the renovation plans for a new property that he planned to give as a surprise to Riley. It was possible that all that was needed was a new start in a home that had no connection to the memories of loss. He tried on numerous occasions to change the atmosphere, even shifting living quarters to an unused wing in their Valtorian Estate and the Royal Palace. But somehow she always managed to end up on autopilot, walking through the rooms renovated to accommodate their growing family. 

He had felt at one point that his wife had come out of her darkness, but now it seemed as if it was claiming her again although something was definitely different than before. She didn’t avoid interacting with him altogether as she had before, but intimacy was off the table. They had reconnected after the death of Anton Severus and things looked to be reaching a new normal, then she withdrew suddenly… refusing to seek counsel for her withdrawal… stating that it wasn’t what he thought it to be, only that she just needed time. He completely understood her trepidation and would never push Riley into unwanted intimacy. 

Aimlessly eyeing the corner lounge chair situated just adjacent to the fireplace, memories filter in of Riley teasing him as he held a video conference which required his absolute focus. Clearing his throat, attempting to gather the response that the others were so patiently awaiting, his eyes involuntarily trailed behind her nails as they grazed up her thigh. The sheer camisole intimate lacing her body, allowing her nipples to peer through, falling open just at the apex of her thighs entices him away from all voices attempting to reach him. Fixed upon the sight of the playful teasing of her center, his eyes widen and then suddenly flit to catch the backward fall of her head as the lilt of his name falls from her lips. She finally lowers her eyes to meet his, as her tongue traces her lips seductively, ending with a quick bite. It isn't until he sees the sinister smirk on her face that he realizes how distracted he has become, finally hearing his title being addressed discreetly, "King Liam? Is something the matter?" 

Quickly taking a sip of his mint julep, he readdresses the waiting counsel. Offering his sincerest regrets for having to conclude the meeting prior to its scheduled time as he loosens his tie, he explains that something has arisen unexpectedly that he must immediately attend to and after a quick reschedule to address the finalization of contracts, he ends the video call, rushing to satisfy his wife's need for him. The taste of her lips, her whimpers, and breaths meeting his as they passionately kiss begin to stir him, but the growing need is stifled immediately.

Riley burst into his office, throwing down yet another Cordonian newspaper discussing the amount of time the Queen has been in mourning since the loss of Cordonia’s only potential heir, blatantly calling for an heir by other means. She couldn’t believe that someone would rip open old wounds so callously. She had come so far in her recovery that she actually had become open to the idea of someone potentially carrying the heir for them. After all, it was her womb that was failing her, not her ovaries. Liam had no issues, so why should she allow further torment to their family. But it was never as easily done as spoken… 

She began spouting off the quotes of very fertile women saying how they would love to bear the heir to the throne. She could feel them salivating over her husband by the mere writing on the page. “Thirsty bitches!” She spun around and headed for the balcony doors.

“Liam, do you know how tormenting it has been to be your barren Queen?

To see all of these un-noble noblewomen throwing themselves at you… Begging for a Cordonian arrangement? Hearing them whisper about how I failed you as a woman??? Like I’m some commoner whore who came to her fate for reaching so high above her status … “This is her just desserts…” Being in this sometimes godforsaken role, I have to hold MY emotion in when I would love nothing more than to drive those bitches faces through the very mirrors they glare at me through !!!”

 “I love you Liam, but you can be so oblivious to the SHIT that I have gone through right in front of your eyes… not to mention the things you have no idea about… Your pressuring me isn’t helping any! Knowing the minute we lay together intimately, you’ll have the false hope and pretense that we’ve conceived an heir… that breaks me even more! Of course I crave your touch… your kiss… the feel of you consuming every inch of me passionately or ravenously… But I just CAN'T Liam !!!” He never gets a word in edgewise, standing flabbergasted at her temperament… 

 He tries pulling her into an embrace so that he can reassure her that not being able to bring their beloved Crown Princess Eleanor into the world hasn’t changed his love for her… and no matter if she could never physically produce an heir, he would love her just as he always has. Liam never gets a word in edgewise before she runs from his study, fuming and broken. Yes, she had decreed that anytime they found themselves in his study, he was to make her disappear … fogged by the emotions his lovemaking always flooded her mind and body with, but he had to see that she was not up for this… How is she supposed to be the co-ruler of this country when she can’t even be a partner to her husband?

 Doubts ingest every positive and loving memory she’s formed in her union with Liam, almost making him her enemy instead of the man tormenting her life… fueling the confusion that has become her existence… All she can do is distance herself from her one true love in order not to tear him down as she’s being torn… After all, she would sacrifice any and everything for his well-being…

Searching for a solution

Frustrated over not being able to reach a place with Riley that had them at least communicating better with each other, he phones down to the staff to have the mail and packages brought up to him, also requesting that Riley’s mail be sorted out and delivered to her private study. Reaching out to Madeleine next, Liam advises her that he will need her to begin a search for a personal assistant to cover things for the Queen that do not include decision-making… only appearances or follow-up correspondence and the like. All legal or political issues would be routed directly to him, and she and he needed to meet weekly to discuss the people’s outlook on the current state of their Queen and the affairs of the provinces.

As he ends the call, he notices that the mail has been placed before him, and the door is already being eased closed. Needing this as a distraction, he begins rifling through the mail,,, choosing anything that looks unofficial for his primary attention.

He accidentally receives the pre opened invitation to an exclusive masked party held by Dr. Ethan Ramsey. It included the list of invitees, along with the location and dress requirements for the event. Realizing that the Queen’s mail has been included with his inadvertently, he sits, working his jaw as his temple pulses… How dare someone send such a request to Riley? She hadn’t been intimate with him in the months following the loss of their first conceived heir… The mitigated gall of someone thinking that they deserved this special privilege!  

Liam spins around in total anger, knocking books from the bookcase after reading the open invitation, really wanting to take his fury out on Ethan Ramsey instead. Instantly calming at the thought of staff possibly entering again witnessing his uncharacteristically destructive mannerism, he bends to clean his mess. As his eyes become focused on the book next to the one he is replacing, having gathered the fallen books from the floor… “Dream Story” by Arthur Schnitzler, he begins flipping through the pages to help buffer his mood further. 

Unfamiliar with the book or how it even ended up on the shelf in his private study, he sits and begins reading through the preface. This rhapsody tells the story of a physician whose wife confesses having sexual fantasies about another man... “Is this what Riley needs? Should I pass this on to her?” Thinking of his own experiences during the Nobility Shuffle that he held with Riley’s approval, a selfless offer out of her love for him, the question arises. Surely if she chose to attend, he could swallow his pride and allow this. Opening the box the invitation was affixed to, he finds a Venetian mask inside, with details of the Eyes Wide Shut event underneath.

Although he had second guessed his decision many times before reaching their bedroom, Liam brings the mask, placing it on his pillow as Riley sleeps. When she awakens, she is under the belief that another Masquerade Ball is being planned. Her first thought is to immediately refuse to have such an event, not feeling ready to host a bunch of pretentious nobles, local and foreign, who truly did not respect her in the way they once had… but she knows that she cannot hide away forever, and that this would only make the Rhys monarchy look weaker in the eyes of its enemies.

He exits the shower wrapped in a towel only, beads of water still adorning his body, and makes his way into the wardrobe. Seeing her sit up and take the Venetian mask to examine it, Liam approaches a disgruntled Riley . “Is this for another Masquerade Ball, because Liam… I am so not- …” He takes her hand between his, “No baby… I wouldn’t push you into such large events without discussing your comfort beforehand. This is something that was sent as a personal invitation to an … Eyes Wide Shut event… hosted by … Dr. Ethan Ramsey…”

Riley shakes her head in confusion… “Why would he send you an invite… and what type of event is this?” Liam is surprised by the familiarity in her question, and inquires about Ethan and what capacity their relationship reached. For a man to have sent this type of invitation, in Liam’s eyes, meant that they were beyond simple camaraderie. The tone of his question immediately sets Riley on alert… This was someone from her past, why would it matter now, especially with the dedication she has shown to not only Liam, but Cordonia.

Not appreciating the inquisition, she immediately replies that she has never questioned his past relationships or intimacies with attendees of royal or private functions, nor his connections to any persons he may have chosen to be intimate with. Knowing this would only have prevented her from violently reacting should anyone make a point of discussing their attraction for her husband in her presence. Although she felt the need to give Liam these permitted dalliances, she was fiercely protective of her marriage and husband. There could be no benefit of her indulging his curiosity, although she would not leave his question unanswered.

“Liam… Ethan and I were in a relationship when I thought being a Pediatric Neurologist was my chosen path. I left, ending things abruptly, and have had no contact since. Just because the invite came from him that didn’t mean I would accept or that I would have guaranteed interaction with Ethan… It is a masquerade type of event! If you were going to be all jealous and possessive, why even show this to me? I understand that it wasn’t properly marked as confidential, pre opened, and “accidentally” placed in YOUR mail… Not accusing you at all… but I am highly suspicious of the person who made sure this would be conveniently given to my husband… as if I wouldn’t discuss it with you myself !!!”

“I was giving you a chance to have this experience with another man, my love, as DIFFICULT as it is for me to imagine!... “You can have these times whenever you need them, my love... I'd give you anything if it brings you back to me…” You have been generous with me in this area without invitation or request, how could I not allow this for you as well?” Taken aback by his proposal, “This whole thing has just become too much to entertain. How could you just be fine with me being with another man? If that’s how you feel, I might as well sleep with Drake or Leo!!!” (Liam stands with his mouth agape, unable to fully process the words coming from his wife’s mouth … Knowing goddamn well she didn’t just mention the two names that he clearly just heard. 

“Yeah! That’s the exact feeling you gave me just now !!! You do realize the number of men and women I could have “been with” if I so chose to, right? It didn’t and doesn’t have to be Dr. Ethan RAM-sey!!! … I’m going to take a shower.  You can discard THAT however you see fit my overly generous KING!” Liam cringes at the word, knowing that she is beyond heated when she calls him by his “persona of perfection”… being a flawed husband, but ever dutiful monarch. “Riley! Don’t be like this! I was trying not to be a hypocrite !!!,” pleading for her to calm as her back is already disappearing from view. “Your Queen has spoken… END of discussion,” she relays back to him, words not as harsh in tone as before.

He decides to give her space. Drake wouldn’t be the person to discuss this with, especially not after her comment… Just his luck, Drake attending in a guard capacity could land those two together, and Hell would freeze over before he allowed that union to ever take place. He loved him as a brother, and Riley was not someone he’d ever willingly share with Drake… secretly knowing that he has his own love for Riley. 

It wouldn’t be a matter of trust… because when it came to Drake’s feelings for Riley, he could damn well trust that Drake would lay down his life trying to please her… and Liam would damn sure feel like taking the life he just laid down… So, instead he seeks out his trusted sister, Olivia Nevrakis. (Although Constantine would never stop turning in his grave, Liam had officially declared her his legal sister and Drake as his legal brother with consent from Leo.)

He’d discussed everything with Liv, and she quickly agreed to secure herself into the event, along with Bastien and Mara as masked waitstaff under aliases. Liam would also be included on the invitation roster under the pseudonym Alexander Cabot, a trillionaire that never revealed his identity and was mostly known to be agoraphobic, but enjoyed these masked events of the BDSM communities. Once Liam gave the word of Riley’s acceptance, all changes would be uploaded through professional hacking by the illustrious Queen Amalas, a close and highly trusted ally.

{prior, continue}

[chcrrysprite]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ����

so so sorry because this is from so so long ago but i'm trying to get back into writing / tumblr so it's in the spirit 😭 tysm for including me in this it's so sweet aaaa

help me hold onto you (22k) the one where theo drives liam all around because he's somehow become a pushover, angsts about his impending leave to college, and loves him <3 have yet to find the writing high that this one gave me

(next time i see you you'll show me) a hundred different ways to say the same things (28k) liam drags theo along to his aunt and uncle's house in rural new jersey to spend the summer with him. this one is entirely self-indulgent and based on where i've lived for the past couple of years right down to the tree in the backyard, so it means more to me than usual.

where the spirit meets the bones (21k) liam wakes up one morning to find that he's dead (bummer) and lovingly haunts theo as a ghost. he's careful not to give himself away, wanting theo to move on with his life and using his ghostly presence at first only to gently push the pieces into place for him, but soon enough liam finds himself basically betrothed in the afterlife.

and every day is like a battle (but every night with us is like a dream) (39k) the humans-actors-fake-dating-social-media-enemies-to-lovers-fame AU mashup of a lifetime. relatively new actor liam dunbar only got into acting in the first place because of the great admiration (and great crush) he's held towards movie star theo raeken since he was a teenager, but a chance encounter with him turns them into both enemies and "lovers" in a publicity stunt relationship orchestrated by their managers. i feel bad about listing this one as a favorite because i have no idea when i'm updating it again and people are Waiting, but don't worry. i do remember it.

i dream of you almost every night (hopefully i won't wake up this time) (19k) the theo/liam/hayden "skater fic" that i still need to write the last part of. after returning to beacon hills once things seem to have settled down for the summer before senior year, hayden unearths her old skateboard and heads down to an abandoned skatepark only to find one theo raeken hanging around there as well. it's odd how natural it is to build a friendship with her former enemy based on skateboard tricks and gas station slushies in the hot summer heat, but once liam stumbles upon them there one day, hayden can't imagine it being any other way.

i'm not linking these because they're all on the first page of my "works" tab (haven't published anything in FOREVER smh my head) but thank you sm :)))

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Chapter Eight

After we finish our fish and chips, Liam and I go down to the waterfront to meet Jen and the others. I know that he doesn’t really want to come but he also didn’t want me to walk there on my own. I know I really shouldn’t have mentioned her invitation at all, but as far as I could tell our date was over anyway. He doesn’t try to hold my hand during the walk, and a part of me is a little relieved by it. I don’t like it when he’s upset with me, but honestly sometimes all of the hand holding and displays of affection feel like too much. 

“That’s them.” Liam says, pointing to a crowd of tiny figures way in the distance. I squint my eyes. “How can you see them from here?” 

“I can’t, but I can smell weed.” 

I realise that I can too, not that I’m overly familiar with weed, I’ve never smoked, but that dank, earthy smell really lingers in the air. 

“Heeey!” Jen says when we finally get close enough to them. Her eyes look a little red. She comes over and gives me a hug, and then Jude does too. He’s wearing a red hoodie that makes his sallow skin and dark hair look striking, and he smells nice. Not like he’s wearing any sort of cologne, just kind of naturally nice. Still, I wish he hadn’t hugged me when I feel Liam’s resentful eyes on us, and I make sure to stand as far away from Jude as I can once he lets me go. 

“What happened to your face?” Shane asks me bluntly, and I snap around to look at him, feeling immediately embarrassed. He’s stoned too, his lids heavy and his mouth curled up into an audacious little smile. 

“Nothing happened,” I say, self consciously running a finger under my eye, thinking that maybe the mascara has smudged. “Kelly did my makeup.”

“Well, you look mad.” He starts to laugh uproariously. 

“Don’t mind him.” Jen says, rolling her eyes. “You look lovely as usual.” Joe passes a joint to her and then she offers it to me once she’s taken a drag. “You want?”

“Ah, no. She can’t have any.” Says Shane. “I wouldn’t let Evie do any of this stuff, she’s only a baby.”

“I’m seventeen.” I remind him, and he puts a hand on my shoulder. 

“Well you’ll always be twelve to me.” I hmph and grumble a bit, but I decide not to protest about it too much. I don’t really want to smoke anyway. 

Jen holds it out to Liam instead. “How about you?” Then I catch Jude’s eye across the circle, and he gives me the tiniest of smirks. I know he’s thinking about the story he told me yesterday: The one about the fake joint, and I have to fight against myself not to smile and let on that I’ve heard about it.  

“No thanks.” Liam says. “I’m probably not going to stay for long anyway, I have to get up at six for work.” He takes out his phone. “Actually, I think I’m going to text my dad to come and get me now.” He glances at me. “So if you want a lift, Evie, you can come.” 

I shake my head. “No, I think I’m going to stay.” 

“Will you just get a taxi then or what?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get her home safely.” Jude tells him, and I notice that Liam won’t look at him when he responds. “Will you? But sure you’re all stoned.”

“I’m not.” Jude says. “She’ll be fine with us.”

“Okay.” Liam shrugs, and that’s that. I feel bad for him, because he looks so sad, but I really don’t want to sit in the car with him and his dad during the twenty minute drive back to the holiday village when he’s so upset with me. Honestly I can’t think of anything that would be more punishing. 

When he leaves about half an hour later I feel relieved. He didn’t try to kiss me goodbye either, he just gave me a nod and then muttered something about seeing me around the Surf Shack tomorrow. When he’s gone I feel different in a way that I can’t explain. There is a stirring feeling in my tummy and something in the air feels more charged as I am here, alone, miles away from my friends and the people who I often need around me as a safety net. It’s just me and these eighteen and nineteen year olds that I barely know, and somehow they think I’m passable enough in personality to let me stay out here with them. 

Shane pokes me in the arm when I’m in the middle of taking it all in, and immediately draws me out of it. “Where’s Claire tonight?”

I feel like being bold. “Why do you want to know?”

“Just wondering. Sure you’re always together, you two.”

“And Kelly.” I remind him. “The three of us. You don’t seem as worried about where your sister is tonight, though.”

“Ah! Well… they’re together back in the mobile are they?”

“Yeah they are. I think they’re catching up on Survivor.”

“They’re always at that, watching reality TV. Waste of time is what I say. You should have brought them out with you when you were coming into town.”

“If you wanted Claire to come so badly I don’t know why you didn’t just ask her yourself.”

I don’t even realise that Jude has come over to us until he speaks, “What are you two talking about?” and it gives me such a fright that I hop backwards. He looks at me amused. “Sorry Evie, didn’t mean to scare you.” I blush. Why do I always feel spring-loaded around him? I compose myself quickly and explain: “I was telling him that he should ask Claire on a date.” 

He laughs. “Jen has him tortured about that too. He won’t do it.”

“Ah, it’s not like that.” Shane says defensively. “I… I don’t fancy her.”

“You do though.”

“No…”

“Yes, obviously, man.”

He looks tormented. “No, even if I did, I couldn’t… She’s too…” He trails off, but I know what he means. She’s too beautiful. 

“Far be it from me to say anything nice about you.” I tell him. “But she’s been with uglier boys.”

Jude laughs a little at this, and it makes me feel good, but I really do mean what I’m saying. Shane has never been my favourite person, but I’ve seen the way that he looks at Claire and the way that she seems to gravitate towards him at every meeting we have. I don’t know what Kelly would say if they got together, but I really don’t think that Shane and Claire would be the worst pairing in the world. 

“You’ll never know how she feels about you until you ask her.” Jude says with a shrug. “It’s not that hard.”

“Well, sometimes it is.” I say, and I know that he and I have had entirely opposite experiences in this regard. I can’t imagine anything that involves feelings for someone being remotely ‘not that hard’, when every aspect of it is actually the hardest and most agonising thing in the world to me. Jude carries on talking anyway so my brooding words are kind of lost in the middle of his flow. 

“Text her and say that you want to hang out on your own with her.”

Shane stares morosely at his phone. “And how do I phrase that?”

Jude takes it out of his hands and starts typing something. I can’t see what it is so I crane my neck and try to catch a glimpse, but he playfully shoulders me away and turns the screen away from me. “This isn’t for your eyes Evie, this is personal business.”

“Let me see!” I pester him and keep trying to see what he’s typing. He’s very good at dodging me though, twisting and turning in all sorts of ways to stop me from seeing what’s on the screen all while typing away on it, a little line of concentration etched between his brows. Finally he hands the phone to Shane and I sigh with disappointment having missed my opportunity to see. 

“You,” Jude says then, whirling on me. “Should mind your own business.” There’s that playful look in his eye again and I know that he’s amused by me so I start laughing. “Why wouldn’t you show me!”

“Because it’s a private conversation!”

I see that Shane has turned bright red beside us and is shaking his head incredulously. “Ah no, I can’t send this to her. Who would send this?”

“I would send it.” Jude shrugs. 

Jen pokes her head over curiously. “What are we crying about?” Shane then shows her the message and she rolls her eyes. “Let me have a guess at who typed this.” She points an accusatory finger at Jude and he just laughs. Jen takes the phone out of Shane’s hand and I can see her start to delete whatever was typed there. “Filthy.” She mutters. “Don’t let him send this to poor sweet Claire.” she puts a protective hand on Shane’s shoulder and says to him. “I’ll help you write something that a woman would appreciate.”

I turn to Jude as they convene. “Why didn’t you want me to see the text?”

“Because you wanted it too badly.” 

“The only reason I wanted to see it was because you wouldn’t show me!”

“Well, I guess you’ll never know.” He reaches behind us into what looks like somebody’s old school bag and pulls out a can of cider. “Do you want this?” 

“Are you sure I’m allowed?”

He smirks. “Yes, I’ll allow it.” I take it from him and crack it open to have a drink. It’s kind of warm, but I don’t complain. Still, I can’t resist making another jab at him. “I’m surprised you guys will spare me a meagre can of your Tesco brand cider, seeing as I’m not allowed to smoke your weed or read your silly text messages.” 

“You can smoke our weed.” He says, giving Shane a sideways glance. “Don’t let him stop you. Just go ask Joe and he’ll give you some.” This makes me panic slightly because I didn’t actually want any, I just wanted to make a point. I didn’t expect the doors to my first potential joint to swing open so easily and I scramble to hold them closed again. “Oh, no I don’t feel like any right now, thanks.” 

“Sure.”

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[blouisparadise]

Here are all of the amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of March. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Another Night On Tour | Explicit | 885 words

"Haz..." he would start softly, oh so softly. You pictured Harry's hands feeling him up, caressing his sides and thighs, deciding to start pinching his sensitive nipples lovingly, just wanting to see him squirming helplessly. "Don't tease me, baby."

You wanted to cry at how small Louis' voice sounded. You never heard him like that in any other situation, so willing, so pliant.

2) Dance 'Til The Sunlight Cracks | Explicit | 4080 words

Note: This is a sequel to this fic.

It might be hilarious, the situation Louis was in, at least he thought so. Although, others might be inclined to disagree; their opinions range from labeling it somewhere between awkward and terrifying. The trainee that had accidentally found himself crashing into Louis that morning would definitely say he was terrified. Being on the receiving end of Harry’s growl was not pleasurable for everyone – Louis prided on being the exception.

3) More Than A Mic Drop | Explicit | 5651 words

“You dropped the mic last night.”

“Oh, yeah. I did.” Louis gives a little shrug. He tucks his hands into the pockets of his baggy grey sweatpants.

“That was really careless.” His tone is very stern, unlike his usual bubbly and helpful voice when he suggests Louis try singing a chorus for the third time as he adjusts the sound mix again. Harry levels him a serious look and suddenly the room feels too hot. “You could have broken the mic and we don’t have a lot of spares.”

4) Forevermore | Explicit | 7593 words

ABO in which Louis is in love with his best friend who doesn't feel the same. Smut, Fluff, jealousy, and misunderstanding ensues.

5) Unfortunate Fortunes | Not Rated | 9791 words

There are three stages of touch deprivation. Stage one is very mild, stage two leads to itchy skin and restless nights, but stage three is the worst. Omegas with stage three touch deprivation, rarely survive because the only cure for it is finding your true mate.

Louis Tomlinson is an omega with stage three touch deprivation and Harry Styles is his new alpha neighbour who also happens to be a famous boxer-not that Louis knows.

6) Make It Feel Like Home | Explicit | 10598 words

Paris was supposed to be the city of love, who thought getting knocked up by your one-night stand whom you're really figuratively never going to meet again?

7) Calling Out (For Somebody To Hold) | Mature | 12726 words

“That’s not the point! The point is that I’m being married off to some unknown child and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.”

Liam rolled his eyes and sent an exasperated look Zayn’s way.

“He’s three years younger than you, that’s hardly a child. Now, if it’s the age thing that bothers you, you won’t have to bond for another nine years, at least. Your parents will only start getting on your case after you become Alpha.”

Zayn snorted.

“As if he’s gonna wait that long. Lou’s pretty much the definition of his perfect omega. They’ll be Mated way before the Ceremony.”

Harry threw a hard punch to the bag, splitting it at the seams and letting the sand trickle to the floor while Liam groaned in annoyance.

“You lot need to stop assuming you know everything about me. I get to choose who the perfect omega for me is, and it’s not gonna be him!”

8) Glory Hole | Explicit | 14917 words

They are somehow perfectly unknown and both....They both love it; except that at some point in the story, it was destined that their definition of pleasure would vary and become even more perfect, being acquaintances.

9) Love On A G String | Explicit | 20258 words

“How much longer did you say you were on holiday for?”

Louis furrows his brows, tilting his head curiously at Niall. “Another month. Brisbane and then over to NZ. Why?”

The devilish smile that curls Niall’s lips is enough to increase Louis’ heart rate. “Fancy swapping your backpacking accommodation and economy airfares for 5-star hotels and business class flights?”

Louis feels his eyes nearly bug out of his head and even though he thinks he knows where this is going, he still asks, “What’re you saying, Nialler?”

“I’m saying… How would you like to be the replacement guitar tech on Harry Styles’ tour?”

10) This Love Is Ours | Mature | 21028 words

“I told you to call me Harry.” Harry looks amused. It’s not funny. Louis throwing up because of him isn’t funny.

“But I’ve been calling you Mr. Styles for so long.”

“And now you’re carrying my baby.”

11) Manners And Misjudgements | Explicit | 21178 words

“Everyone you mention the Duke to raves about him, just like you are defending him now. But no one looks behind the façade he so ably maintains to deceive you all.”

Liam sighs deeply. “You sound like a crazy man right now, Louis.”

“I will prove to you who the Duke really is, just wait.”

12) It's Golden, Like Daylight | Explicit | 61496 words

"I actually think you might be onto something.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “You mean…”

Louis nodded. “As crazy and insane as this, this might just solve both of our problems.”

“Are you saying you’re in?” Harry asked.

“I’m in.”

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[neondiamond]

🌷Recently Read Fics - April 2022 🌷

These are all the amazing fics I read over the past month (from shortest to longest). Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation if you read any of these! 💛

🌷 still, somehow by @disgruntledkittenface (1k, NR)

Louis trims Liam's split ends.

🌷 Deafening Silence by @wabadabadaba (1k, G)

The one where Harry and Louis are on vacation and Harry has a terrifying experience in the middle of the night.

🌷 what a fool by @solitudeandchaos (1k, NR)

it's christmas eve, harry is meeting louis' family and all he wants is to make a good first impression. unfortunately for him, things don't go the way he planned.

🌷 Late Night Talking by @germericangirl (2k, E)

Louis breaks his elbow, Harry is upset he can’t be there to take care of him. All he can do is take care of him through the phone, the best he can…

🌷 when you say you love me, know i love you more by @maleksrami (2k, E)

Louis discovers one of Harry's insecurities and happily soothes it away.

🌷 tell me what you need by @disgruntledkittenface (2k, G)

“And a fresh cherry?” he asks, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers. He waits as Louis stares him down, his brow furrowing.

“No? What the fuck,” Louis rasps, looking bewildered.

🌷 It’s Paradise As Long As I’m With You by @loveislarryislove (2k, T)

For Harry's birthday, Louis bakes a cake with their son. It goes about as well as you might expect. But Harry loves it anyways.

🌷 Let Me Take Care Of You by @tommokat (2k, M)

"I’ve fractured my elbow, but I won so—”

“You what?”

or

Louis' in Poland with a fractured elbow and Harry's in California, but all he wants is to take care of him.

🌷 music for a sushi restaurant by @hershelsue (3k, E)

After Harry and Louis break up, Harry goes to Japan to record his new album, Harry's House. Things don't go as planned, except they do.

🌷 In The Cards by @homosociallyyours (3k, NR)

When Zayn has an emergency & needs to leave the metaphysical store he works at, a very clueless Louis must give a not-so-clueless Harry a tarot reading. At least he's got improv skills, right?

🌷 too much water by @thestylinsons (3k, E)

Louis still has his regularly scheduled pee break, but it's harder to handle. That is, Harry makes it harder.

🌷 With Just One Look by @littleroverlouis (4k, E)

There is no way Harry is over twenty-one. Louis would bet his right fang on it.

He has an air of purity and exuberance towards strangers that is generally worn away with age and life experience. Louis has not received such a sunny greeting, bar from some golden retrievers in his neighborhood, in decades.

Harry is a precious little dove.

Louis feels guilty. Almost.

Or Louis meets Harry at a club and wants to suck him dry.

🌷 to love you in word and deed by @louandhazaf (4k, G)

Louis loves everything about living with Harry. Except for Harry's effusive proposals. Because the problem is, it's getting harder and harder for Louis to keep reacting like they're jokes.

🌷 Under Electric Candlelight by @littleroverlouis (5k, E)

Well we drank champagne and danced all night

Under electric candlelight

She picked me up and sat me on her knee

And said little boy won't you come home with me?

🌷 Gotta Have You by @styleandsin (6k, NR)

An AU where Valentine’s Day doesn’t go according to plan but possibly turns out even more romantic.

🌷 This Could be Something by @vintageumbroshirt (6k, G)

After a hookup gone wrong, Harry keeps getting sick at random times without reason. That is, until Louis shows up at his door with a wild explanation.

Sometimes, "happily ever after"s come in the strangest forms.

🌷 I Roll ‘til I Change My Luck by @larry-hiatus (8k, T)

Dating is hard enough when you're gay. When Louis reveals to his Tinder matches that he uses a wheelchair and has a service dog, things tend to get even more complicated. Too bad the guys on dating apps aren't as sweet and understanding as his best friend Harry...

🌷 stop the world ('cause i wanna get off with you) by @thedevilinmybrain (12k, E)

Five times Louis and Harry get walked in on at the worst time, and one time Louis makes sure they don't.

🌷 With the ghost of Lou by @sun-tomato (19k, NR)

When singer-songwriter Harry Styles comes back to London to record his second album, and his manager Niall finds him a flat, no one thought the previous owner would be lingering there. And not only is he an attractive pain in the arse--he may or may not be a, uhm, well, a ghost.

🌷 Love On A G String by @jacaranda-bloom (20k, E)

The one where Harry is a rock star on a world tour, Niall is his tech crew manager, Liam is his tour manager, and Louis is in the right place at the right time.

🌷 As You Wish by @kingsofeverything (25k, E)

As the owner of a second hand shop, Harry comes into contact with a lot of strange and unusual objects. Nothing’s stranger or more unusual than the glass bottle he came across that happened to have a genie inside—a gorgeous genie by the name of Louis who offered to make all of Harry’s wishes come true.

Harry wished Louis free, and life hasn’t been the same since.

🌷 Jealousy, Jealousy by @wabadabadaba (26k, E)

The one where Harry has a lot of expectations for dating an alpha for the first time but his hormones causing conflict isn't one of them. Neither is the nest he builds and keeps a secret from his alphasexual boyfriend.

🌷 the stars are smiling by @stylesthebrave (33k, E)

Harry’s new in town and just wants to spend his nights on the rooftop gazing at the stars. He gets far more than he bargained for.

🌷 Follow Your Arrow by @ladyaj-13 (36k, T)

They said Louis playing alpha wouldn’t affect anything. It was the best thing for the band, so he doesn’t really regret it except deep in the dead of night, when he bites down on his knuckles to swap the echoing ache of depri for a sting of pain. But if he’d known it meant stepping back from Harry?

He’d have thought twice.

🌷 take my hand (and my heart and soul) by @anylessreal (45k, M)

Harry hasn't spoken to his best friend in sixteen months and can't remember why.

🌷 Love Is A Winning Game by @all-these-larrythings (47k, M)

Before their broken engagement, Harry had his head stuck so far in the clouds that he doesn’t even remember entering him and Louis for something as crazy as a couple's gameshow until a series of bad, post-breakup decisions puts Harry in the awkward position of needing the help of his ex-fiancé to try and fix the mess he has made.

🌷 Make It Up As We Go Along by @lululawrence (52k, NR)

By all accounts, roommates and best friends Harry, Zayn, and Niall are living the dream. Alpha Harry is a successful architect with a beautiful and successful journalist omega in Louis. Alpha Niall is a fairly successful actor who is about to embark on a production of Hamlet in Europe and has no trouble keeping his bed warm at night. Beta Zayn might not be so lucky in love as the other three, but he is one of the most sought after artists in New York City. Life is going pretty well for all of them, but underneath the surface none of them are truly happy.

When a baby is left on their doorstep, their lives become the definition of chaos...but maybe that is exactly what they need to see what has been right in front of them all along.

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Compromised - Part 12**

We're almost done!!!! This one is sweet and fluffy and there is a bit of smut. THE REUNION WE ALL WANTED TO HAPPEN!

WC: 6.1k

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It had been several weeks since Harry and Y/N had been at his second home and in all honesty it had been a glorious and blissful experience. Y/N had feared that she would’ve grown bored of it by now, but she had never experienced something like this before. The things she felt for Harry were all new and the more time she spent with him the more they developed. She never thought she’d be the doting and sickly sweet girlfriend, but she fell into the role fairly easily, especially since Harry was still recovering from his injury. He was taking full advantage too, but Y/N didn’t mind.

“Hey baby.” Harry hummed as he wandered out to the garden where she was watering her plants. She had decided that she would try to plant some herbs a few weeks back and so far they looked like they’d survive.

“Hi.” She smiled as he stopped beside her.

“Everything’s looking good.” He complimented and she nodded.

“This is a first for me. Usually I kill things.” She informed and he chuckled, he wouldn’t be if he knew that she was being literal.

“Well, you’re doing amazing, baby.” He assured and she smiled over at him, “I was thinking about something.” He said and she glanced over.

“OK, what about?” She asked as she turned off the hose.

“Axel and Liam said that there’s been no suspicious activity around here since we arrived; they’ve kept an eye on the place remotely. I think it’s helped that they haven’t really been coming  by. And well, presumably they still don’t know where I am.” Y/N nodded, “And honestly, I’ve been giving this a lot of thought and I think I feel OK with having my mum and sister over for dinner one of these days.” Y/N’s face morphed into a surprised expression.

“Really?” She asked and he smiled and nodded.

“I decided that now is probably the best time for this because, well, things are peaceful right now and I don’t know when that’ll happen again. I can’t hide forever and I just know that when I get back out there all the shit I’ve been hiding from will make itself known. I need to see them and make peace with how things have been while I have the chance. I want them to meet you. I want them to know that everything’s going to be OK. I need to make sure that they’re OK too.” He said and Y/N nodded in understanding. If she could check on her family she definitely would. “Would you be OK with that? With inviting them over?” He asked and she smiled.

“Yeah, of course. I would love to meet your family and I want you to see them while things are good.” She expressed and he just leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“Oh that’s just perfect!” He said excitedly and she smiled wide.

“When do you want them over?”

“Well, I think I’ll text my mum now from my private phone.” He said and she nodded, “See what day works for them. We still owe Mitch and Sarah a dinner too.” He reminded and she nodded as she recalled that bit.

“Right! OK, well you text your mum and I’ll go grocery shopping when she confirms. Just let me know what I should make for dinner.” She smiled and he nodded. He hugged Y/N as best as he could with his injured arm, but he was so happy she was willing to do this with him. 

“Perfect! And ummm, when you come back inside can we watch a film while you redo my toe nails?” He asked more timidly and she smiled and nodded.

“Of course, baby. Just pick your color.” She assured and he grinned a bright and toothy grin before hurrying back inside. 

Harry was a lot more nervous than he let on as he made his way back into the master bedroom and dug out his phone. He hadn’t used his usual phone in case it was being tracked somehow. After all, that was the phone his associates and others knew about. He had about forty missed calls from Sally on it the last time he turned it on to check and he powered it down immediately after seeing that. He knew that he had to go back to his true reality soon, so he needed to take advantage of the anonymity while he had it. He needed to make things right with his mother and Gemma. It was weighing on him because he knew that the moment he stepped back into his world it was very unlikely that he would survive a week out of it. That “gala” event was in about 8 weeks, he knew there would be hell to pay for disappearing the way he had. It had been nearly a month of him hiding out, but he needed to be fully recovered because there was no way he could defend himself in a world where someone was trying to kill him in his current condition. He needed to wait and hope that now, the people on his side were not so angry with him that death seemed to be the most adequate punishment. He hoped. But he was mentally preparing for that being the consequence of what he had done. He tried to push out all negativity as he started typing out the message to his mum.

Hi mum, I know that you might be upset at me given you haven’t responded to me the last few times, but I’m really close by for a bit of time and I would love to see you and Gems. I miss you. Please let me know if you would like to come by for dinner sometime this week. I really want to you to meet someone I’ve got with me. Please think about it, mum. Please. 

I love you.

That’s what he sent and hoped that this message wouldn’t be ignored this time. It was of the utmost importance.

************

“Like it?” She asked quietly as she finished cleaning up the edge of his pinky toe with a cotton swab with acetone, just to get it all precise. 

“I do. Do you?” He asked and she smiled up at him.

“Yeah, s’a pretty shade of yellow.” She confirmed with a smile as she closed the little bottle of nail varnish and set it down. He patted the spot on the couch beside him and she hurried on up and set a cushion from the couch on his lap before laying on it and getting comfortable. His fingers of his free hand wove through her hair and she hummed at the relaxing and comforting action. Her mom used to play with her hair as a young child to help lull her to sleep. “Did you already reach out to your mom?” She asked quietly.

“Yeah. She hasn’t answered yet.” He informed and she nodded in understanding.

“I’m sure she will, H.” She assured and he hummed in response. He didn’t want to get too hopeful. He stayed quiet and she spoke up again, “How’s your shoulder feeling today?” She changed the topic and he was more than grateful that she had.

“It’s not as bad. I think we could do some more exercises and stretches for it.” He said and she smiled. He had been very adamant about not having his muscles atrophied from lack of use. He was a fitness buff and he had been researching about mobilizing and strengthening his arm after the trauma it had suffered. It was healing up nicely and she was proud of how determined, but patient he was with the process of it.

“That’s good baby.” She hummed before turning onto her back to look up at him. He had some stubble growing in around his lips and while it looked a little messy, it was kind of hot.

“What?” He asked with a grin.

“Nothing. Just this like scruff you got going for you, it’s hot.” She smiled at him and he chuckled.

“Hot, huh?” He grinned and she nodded before biting her lip to stop herself from saying anything else. He was about to throw in a little tease to start something that he very much wanted to continue and then his phone dinged from under the decorative pillow beside him on the couch and he reached for it and pulled it out. Harry felt his whole world pause as he saw a notification banner from “Mum”.

“It’s her?” Y/N asked and he nodded, swallowing hard and then glancing down. She sat up from the laying position on his lap and sat beside him, waiting for him to open up the message. He was a bit frozen and she “tsk-ed” as she planting a reassuring kiss on his cheek, “It’s OK.” She said to him softly and he glanced to her. She had never seen so much fear in a person’s eyes. He looked so small and young and it was a new thing for her to experience him being so insecure. 

“What if she says no, or what if she asks me to leave them alone altogether?” He expressed and she frowned.

“Based on what you’ve told me about them I doubt they’ll break your heart like that.” She tried to reassure and he suddenly felt nauseous at the notification from his mother. 

“Can you look for me?” He asked and she nodded, her lip bitten nervously under her top row of teeth as he handed over the phone. She typed in his password and she went to his messages and took a deep breath before opening it up.

Which Dalmatian was your favorite from 101 Dalmatians?

Y/N read the question aloud with a confused tone and Harry frowned at the response. She was awaiting a response from him.

“I think she wants to make sure it’s me.” He said and Y/N nodded, that made sense, only something he’d know. “Fuck… what was his name? I don’t remember.” He groaned, starting to freak out a bit.

“We can google it, babe.” Y/N assured and he shook his head.

“I was obsessed, if I take too long she might think it’s not me or that it’s a trap or that something’s wrong.” He rushed out, his chest starting to heave with panic.

“OK, I get it. Describe it to me.”

“He was one of the puppies, he had the spot on his eye? Was it spot?” He asked and she shook her head.

“No his name was Patch. I am certain.” She said to him.

“Are you sure?” He asked worriedly and she nodded.

“I swear. Do you trust me?” She asked.

“With my life.” He whispered and she offered a soft smile before typing that in as the response and hitting send. Immediately a call started coming in from her and Y/N smiled as she handed the phone to Harry who looked down at it with a blank expression.

“Answer it.” She assured with a smile and he seemed to get back down to earth from whatever thoughts he had been pulled away into and dragged his finger across the screen, putting it on speaker.

“Hello?” He asked and then he just heard a sob break through the speaker.

“Oh sweetheart, it’s really you!” She heard his mother cry and he frowned.

“It’s me. Are you alright? What’s wrong?” He asked right away.

“Absolutely nothing is wrong, I just wasn’t sure it was you.” She explained sniffling, “I had just been getting texts from you for so long that I just thought maybe someone was keeping up an appearance to not get me suspicious that something had happened to you. I wasn’t sure what to think and I… I’m so sorry for ignoring you, my sweet boy.” She cried and Y/N glanced up to Harry as his own tears started to roll down his cheeks.

“Yeah, it’s me, mum. I swear it is.” He sniffled and she sighed in relief.

“You really want to see me?” She asked.

“Of course I do! Well you know that I don’t want to put you both in any kind of danger, but I’ve pulled back a bit and things are safe right now. I want to see you and Gems before they go back to the normal way.” He explained.

  “Oh, sweetheart.” She sighed, “Of course we’ll see you. When’s a good time?” She asked and he looked to Y/N.

“Tomorrow?” She mouthed silently.

“Can you come over tomorrow for dinner? I’ll send you the address.” He asked.

“Yes, yes. What time?”

“We can do 7, so it gives Gem a bit of time to settle in after work.”

“I’m cooking for you.” She said right away.

“No mum, we’ll take care of you tomorrow night.” He said.

“We?” She asked, “You did mention there was someone you wanted me to meet, right?” She asked.

“Ummmm, yeah. S’my girlfriend.” He said and he heard Anne giggle excitedly.

“I’m so happy you’ve got someone with you. I can’t wait to meet them. And if you won’t let me make you a meal for tomorrow I’ll bring dessert, alright? At least that.” She insisted and he smiled.

“Yeah, alright then. If you insist.” He said and Anne chuckled, “Ummm, we should still keep the line clear as much as possible just in case, but I’ll send you the address and see you tomorrow?”

“We’ll be there, H.” She promised and Y/N smiled at the reassurance on Harry’s face.

“Perfect. I love you, mum. See you soon.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” She sniffled once more and then they hung up and Y/N just reached forward and helped wipe away some of his tears with her fingers as she smiled at him. She was happy that Harry would get to see his family. She wished that she had the same opportunity, but while it was his, she wanted to ensure that everything went according to plan.

“I can’t believe they’ll actually be here with me.” He said softly and she smiled.

“I’m really happy they will be, H. Can’t wait to meet them.”

“They’re gonna love you. I just know it.” He hummed, “Thanks for helping me out.” 

“Of course. I always will, baby.” She hummed before cuddling into his chest.

***********

The prospect of seeing his mother had Harry absolutely on edge. The entire day he had been completely unsettled and running about doing a bunch of stuff that Y/N insisted she would get to before they arrived. He still couldn’t fully use his arm and overexerting it could cause more damage if he wasn’t careful - which was what she kept chasing him around the house to remind him about. She did give him things he could help out with while she cooked. He remembered that Gemma’s favorite meal as a kid was lasagna and so he asked Y/N to help make that up for dinner. And when they set the lasagna in the oven it was time to get ready for the dinner. 

Thankfully, Harry was at a point where he could shower himself, finally, he felt that he had recouped some of his dignity back. Even more so when he felt Y/N’s arms wrap around his torso and for her front to press to his back. They still hadn’t had sex yet. He wasn’t even sure how, but it was hard for him, not having full mobility. They had gotten close and done other things, but when it’d start heading in that direction he would always deflect. His excuse was that he didn’t want to give her a bad experience because he wasn’t at his best yet. She would assure him that it didn’t matter and that she knew he was still recovering, but Harry had a fragile ego and if he had to wait to fuck her how he knew he could, then he would. He was still getting her off and she him as well, but just not the sex part. And it was hard when she’d do things like this. 

“Baby…” he sighed and she smiled and pressed a kiss to his back as he felt his cock starting to grow heavier and harder.

“Yes?” She asked innocently as her hands trailed down his abs.

“You’re being a tease.” He warned as he suddenly turned to her and she smiled up at him.

“It’s not teasing if I intend on following through with it.” She said softly and he smiled at her, “I know you’re a little nervous, maybe I can help take the edge off.” She hummed as her index finger traced the shape of his abs down to his navel and then lower. He moaned as she reached down and wrapped her fist around his tip, giving it a gentle squeeze before stroking down his shaft.

“Yeah, baby that’s it.” He panted as he slumped himself against the wall and she looked up at him with hungry eyes as she picked up her pace. His eyes traveled down to watch her fist stroking at him and he groaned before tossing his head back again, his fists bunched up at his sides as he started being built up closer and closer to the edge. His chest was growing red and  his body hot, his breathing was getting shallow from the steam in there as she kept pumping his length in her fist. She pressed closer to him, tiptoeing to kiss at his jaw and neck, careful not to leave any marks until she migrated lower, sucking roughly at his chest to leave a little bruise blossoming on his right pec before sucking his nipple into her mouth.

“Shit.” He panted as his hands grabbed her hips. His  stomach and chest felt like they were on fire from the lack of deep breaths he was taking as his pleasure started to build. The way her thumb rubbed against his tip and her wrist flicked and twisted to add a new sensation had his toes curling and his legs feeling feeble.

“Feels good?” She asked glancing up at him and he nodded furiously, “Good, baby. Getting close for me, huh?” He nodded again, moaning as her grip tightened just a bit, “Good boy, want you to come for me. Want everything you’ve got, baby.” She encouraged and he swallowed hard.

“I need t’sit.” He gritted out and she guided him over to the little ledge in the shower and she knelt before him as she continued stroking. His legs were parted and she moaned at the sight of his muscular and inked up thighs. She couldn’t resist as she leaned down and sunk her teeth into the meaty flesh before sucking a patch of skin between her lips a bit roughly to leave a little mark there. Then she glanced up at him and sunk lower and his jaw tensed as he felt her tongue lap along his balls before she gently sucked one between her lips and his toes curled as she sucked with a bit more pressure, “Oh fuck yeah…” he slurred on a moan, “You’re gonna make me come, baby. Gonna make me come so hard!” He panted as he got closer and closer until his thighs were trembling and she replaced her fist with her mouth, sucking eagerly at his tip, her suction creating a delicious pressure that seemed to be pulling the cum out of him. “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” He warned and she sunk lower on him and his fingers tangled into her sopping mess of hair as he burst in her mouth. His vision was splotchy and the blood was roaring in his ears as he felt her swallowing down every bit of cum he spilled into her hot little mouth. She was gentle and cautious as she eased him through his orgasm. When she finally pulled him out of her mouth she rested her cheek against his thigh, looking up at him with a pleased smile.

“Feel better?” She asked and he nodded with a satisfied little smile on his face.

“Kiss me.” He requested and she pressed herself up on his thighs and planted her lips against his gently.

“C’mon, let's finish up this shower and then get ready.” She whispered and he hummed and held her close before they continued what they were to do before the dinner.

***********

Harry was a complete mess of nerves as the minutes before his mother and sister’s arrival diminished. He felt completely anxious and completely out of control as he just waited to hear a knock at the door or a ring of their doorbell. He was also fighting not to do much, he didn’t want to worry his mom and opted to not wear the sling he would usually have his arm in lately, he also just needed to be sure that he could properly hug her and Gemma when they arrived. Y/N was finishing up the set up of the small dining table located in their kitchen and Harry was just in there blabbing on and on about his worries for how wrong this night could go when suddenly a ring sounded through the home and he perked up.

“Shit, shit, they’re here!” He panicked as he looked to Y/N. She rushed over to him and grabbed his face gently in her hands and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

“Yeah, they’re here. And they’re here because they can’t wait to see you, baby. It’s a good thing, yeah?” She asked and he nodded, “Do you want to greet them on your own first?” She asked.

“I don’t want to be alone.” He said.

“OK, let’s go then.” She offered a small and reassuring smile. She turned to head out of the kitchen and right before she made it past the entryway he was tugging her back and crashing his lips onto hers. She let out a little surprised sound but easily fell into his kiss. 

Harry’s heart was pounding with nerves, but his body felt warm and comforted with Y/N in his embrace. It’s like the world had completely halted and it was just them two for that moment in time. He absolutely loved her for how she had been there for him and helped him the last few weeks, and for being here with him as he made amends with arguably the most important people of his life on that night. The realization of what he felt for her hit him so suddenly that he parted from their kiss very suddenly and she smiled.

“C’mon. Let’s get the door.” She insisted as she tugged him along through the house and down the small hallway that led to the front door. She urged him onward with a reassuring nod and he approached the front door. Harry’s mouth felt unnaturally dry, his heart was pounding, and his hands felt clammy as he turned the deadbolt and then moved down to the lock on the doorknob before exhaling quickly and opening up the door.

The moment Harry saw his mother and sister actually standing on the other side of the door his heart became completely overwhelmed and he immediately grabbed the dish they had brought dessert in and set it down on the little bench they had by the door before he broke into a sob and the two women hurried inside before hugging him tight. She could hear them all cry as they huddled together, it had been years. There were sniffles and mutters about how much they had missed each other and how much they loved each other. How much older and grown-up Harry looked. It was beautiful to watch, but instead of just standing there idly, Y/N rushed off to grab a box of tissues for the three of them. This was their moment, she didn’t want to intrude or rush them as they finally got to see and hold each other after so long. It had only been a couple of minutes before Harry glanced over at Y/N from over his sister’s shoulder before pulling back.

“Ummm, mum, Gems,” he sniffled, “I also want to introduce you to my girlfriend, Y/N.” He said with a small smile and the two women turned towards her, both just as gorgeous as he was.

“Hi.” She barely squeaked out as she raised her hand and wiggled her fingers at them. She had never met any guy’s family in this capacity. It was nerve wracking. She was now feeling like her head would explode from the anxiety and thoughts forming in milliseconds. She felt worried that they wouldn’t think she was pretty enough or good enough for him. That they would see the bad things or tell him later on that he could do better. She was trying so hard not to show the shift in her mood when suddenly Anne had walked up to her and hugged her as well.

“Hello, darling. I’m Anne.” She hummed and YN hugged her back with a nervous smile on her face as she looked to Harry who chuckled before draping an arm over his sister’s shoulder, she was also smiling at Y/N, “It’s wonderful to meet you.” She assured as she squeezed a bit tighter and Y/N did the same before they pulled back.

“It’s great to meet you.” Y/N giggled as her nerves dissipated.

“And this is my sister, Gemma.” He said as he let her go and Gemma also went in for a hug from Y/N.

“t’s great to meet you as well.” She hummed as she pulled back from the hug. “We made lasagna.” She said to Gemma with a smile.

“Actually Y/N made lasagna, I taste tested.” Harry said and she looked over at him with a smile.

“He made the pasta.” She assured and the women smiled.

“We can head on back if you’re ready to eat?” Y/N asked looking to all of them. She felt awkward still and when they all nodded she led the way back to their kitchen.

“Everything’s so neat and homey.” Anne pointed out.

“You taught me well.” Harry hummed and Y/N smiled as she spared a glance back and saw him wrapped around his mom as they walked through the living room. It was sweet, the way he was so close to her. 

As soon as they got into the kitchen Gemma handed over the dessert they had brought and let Y/N know it would need to keep warm in the oven. Anne immediately insisted on helping, but Y/N waved her and Gemma off, assuring them that she would handle everything and allow them catch up with Harry. She was assembling the food on the plates as she overheard them chatting about life, what had been going on, how they were doing. Watching him get to do this with his family made her feel a bit jealous that she wouldn’t get to do it with her own, but it was beautiful to see. He looked so happy that was all that Y/N cared about. Everything was pleasant, the meal, the conversation, the way that Harry’s hand was just glued to hers as they all spoke made her feel that she was part of something more.

“So dessert?” Harry said during a break in conversation and Anne smiled.

“Made your favorite, bread and butter pudding.” She smiled and his eyes practically lit up when he heard that.

“Baby, you’re going to die when you try this.” He turned to Y/N and she giggled in excitement.

“I can’t wait!” She chirped.

And well, Harry was right, it was absolutely delicious. Now that they had sufficiently caught up, the conversation topic shifted to Y/N. She was nervous all over again and she had a death grip on Harry’s hand as the questions flew towards her. She was getting by and then there is came up.

“You’re clearly American, did you make the move out here alone? Or did you come with your family?” Gemma asked with a curious smile and Y/N’s smile faltered and she squeezed Harry’s hand once again.

“Uh, let’s not talk about that.” Harry cut in and Y/N looked over to him with a sad smile.

“It’s alright.” She said quietly and looked back to Gemma who was looking rather apologetic, “My family’s…gone.” She said simply, “They were wonderful people, though and I miss them everyday.” She elaborated.

“I’m so sorry.” She said and Y/N shook her head.

“Don’t be. It’s nice to talk about them.” She assured with a smile.

“How did you and Harry meet?” Anne changed the topic and Y/N smiled and looked to Harry.

“I went in for a tattoo consultation.” She smiled and Harry did too.

“That’s sweet.” Gemma cooed and Harry giggled almost like a giddy little school girl.

“Yeah…and then turns out we lived on the same street.” He said and then they started talking about the few run in’s they had.

“How did he ask you to be his girlfriend?” Anne asked and Y/N’s face wanted to run bright red as she recalled the moment this all occurred.

“Ummm, it was nothing fancy. He just asked.” She shrugged and Anne shook her head and Gemma started protesting this.

“Mum, taught you better!” Gemma teased.

“Hey, hey, hey, she said that she didn’t want any of the formality of it.” He defended himself and Y/N nodded to confirm.

It was getting later and no one wanted this reunion to end, so Y/N put on the kettle to make some tea and they all sat around talking and laughing some more. Anne, Harry, and Gemma took a lovely picture to commemorate their time together as well. At some point Gemma asked Harry if she could speak with him for a little one on one, so Y/N decided she would just get to cleaning up and Anne insisted on helping her out to give her kids some time alone. Y/N was washing the dishes while Anne dried them and they were dwelling in a comfortable silence for a few moments before Y/N spoke up.

“I’m really Happy that you and Gemma were able to come. Harry’s been a nervous wreck about it for a while and I’m glad he actually reached out, he’s been meaning to since we’ve been here.” She explained.

“Well, of course. Anything for my little boy. Well, he’s not so little anymore, but you know, he’s my baby.” She said and Y/N nodded with a smile.

“It’s also sweet how well he and Gemma get along. I didn’t have siblings so I never really got to have that bond with anyone, just a cousin who was almost like a sibling. But, I am a bit envious of how well they get on.” She shared with a smile and a quick glance over to Anne who was looking a bit nervous before speaking.

“Ummm, I know this might be a bit out of turn, but do you… know about why Harry can’t see us?”  She asked carefully and Y/N nodded seriously, “I don’t know know… specifics of what it is that he’s involved with…” she sighed nervously and Y/N shut the water off.

“He’s a good man, Harry. And he’s so wonderful to so many people and-”

“I know.” Anne interrupted with a weary smile, “I know who I raised my son to be and I know that he never meant for any of this to happen. I just needed to know if the story you both told us about how you met is true? Or are you also involved in what he’s involved in?” She asked cautiously and Y/N’s eyes softened, “I just want to know that he’s safe with the person he’s chosen to be with.” She said gently, “I’m not judging your choices, it’s more for my peace of mind! I hope I’m not offending you or overstepping.” She said quickly and there was an edge of fear to her tone and worry in her eyes. Worry for her son and who it was that he was spending his days and nights with. Y/N’s eyes softened as she looked into Anne’s eyes with an easy smile.

“You’re not.” Y/N assured, “And you’re a wonderful mother for caring the way you do.” She encouraged her, “And I promise you that, that is actually how we met.” She confirmed, “Actually, I’d seen him tattooing at some expo in America before I met him. So I knew of him already and he’s so talented!” She shared with a smile, “Was trying for months just to get the consultation with him. Maybe like six months? He’s in high demand.” She elaborated, “And when I went into it, I mean, it kind of smacks you in the face how handsome he is,” Y/N smiled a bit timidly, “But he was really lovely. And quite honestly, I didn’t expect to care for him the way I do. He’s my first boyfriend, actually.” She disclosed and Anne smiled at her confession, “After I lost my family, I’ve always fended for myself, you know? I felt that I was my own problem, no one else’s, but Harry makes me feel like it’s OK to need somebody. He makes want to be better and he makes me feel valuable, safe, and cared for.” She told Anne, “I came to find out what he was involved in and well, the person I see and have grown to… love…” she paused with a crease in her eyebrows as the realization hit her right in that moment. She looked into Anne’s eyes with a sort of nervous look in her eyes. Anne’s own eyes then softened as she realized what was happening right before her eyes and she reached for Y/N’s hand and squeezed it a bit for some reassurance. 

“I’m so happy he has you.” Anne said softly with a smile, “And I can tell that he feels the same way about you. Thank you.” She said and Y/N’s eyebrows creased and she shook her head.

“No, thank you.” She insisted, “Without you I wouldn’t have my best friend.”

“Oh, darling.” Anne shed a few tears before hugging Y/N. Y/N relished in her hug, there was absolutely nothing like a mother’s embrace and Y/N hoped that this wouldn’t be the last time she got to feel this.

“Y’know, there’s not a bad bone in his body. He doesn’t deserve to go through this all alone just because of a mistake he made when he was a kid.” Y/N said and Anne nodded, she couldn’t agree more, “I want to be there for him and make sure that he’s OK.” 

“Thank you. And yes, take good care of my boy.” She whispered.

“I will. I promise.”

Their goodbye was just as teary as their greeting, if not more so. Harry didn’t know when he would see them again or if it was even possible, he obviously was hoping for the best, but he needed to be realistic. It was nearly 2am when they finally walked out the door with a final glance back before they drove off. They were so close, but it might as well have been a galaxy away from him. Y/N held him tight as he cried. They were sitting on the couch with her in his lap and his face buried into her neck, all hot and sticky from his tears, but she didn’t mind it one bit. Her heart hurt for him, seeing him this way made her feel sick to her stomach. She loved him and upon realizing that earlier, it made her understand a lot of the things that she was feeding into and feeling.

“You’re gonna see them again, baby. You will.” she hummed comfortingly as her fingers stroked through his hair lazily. He was hiccuping from how hard he was crying and she frowned as he struggled to catch a proper breath. She pressed him to sit upright and his swollen and glassy eyes met with hers, “H, baby, I know that this is probably the worst possible moment to… say this to you, but I…” she hesitated for just a second before deciding that she needed to tell him how she felt, if not she would surely implode, “I love you. So, so much and I will do everything I can to make sure th-” her words were cut off as his lips collided with hers. She felt his arms wrapped around her waist tightly and hold her closer as their lips melded and smacked together. 

“Love you too.” He mumbled against her lips and into their kiss, “With every last bit of me. Love you so fucking much.” He confessed.

Part 13

[elliesgaymachete]

I really love how different everyone’s characters are from the previous campaign

Liam spent both c1 and c2 as an angsty boi but now he’s just a guy! I love Orym! He’s sweet, he just wants to help, he loves his friends. Both Caleb and Vax could get very in their heads about their own trauma, afraid to hurt those around them. Orym knows he can protect those around him and will constantly risk himself to do so

Sam spent c2 as someone who was traumatized and torn from her family and turned into her worst fear. She was distrusting of others and never shared and had sticky fingers and probably needed therapy. Now FCG is the team’s therapist! They have trauma of their own and it’ll probably come up at some point how he’s handling it, but he really just wants to help, and wants everyone to share so he can give them a supporting robotic shoulder to cry on

Beau was also very closed off and abrasive, people didn’t like her much and she had to learn how to be nice. While Laudna is similar in that people don’t really like her, she’s just so nice! She finds joy in everything! She just wants to have friends after so many years of being lonely and as soon as she finds friends, she is SO enthusiastic and caring about it, joking with them and looking out for them

Laura made Jester to really let her id run wild. No impulse control, no filter, but somehow always saying exactly what everyone needed to hear. She makes people feel welcome even if she can be a bit intrusive. She wants to spread joy and chaos! She just wants to see the world. Imogen is almost the polar opposite. So far, she has been the most reserved and closed off of these new characters. She doesn’t share anything about herself, not willingly at least, not until it’s pried out of her. She’s a bit distrusting, and has very little patience when she’s crossed. She’s looking for answers and will do what she has to to get them. It’s so delightful to see Laura take on a character with a bit of a dark side like this because Jester was so different!

People have said that Ashton is similar to Mollymauk and Taliesin is leaning into a character that he didn’t get a chance to play much, and I kind of see it, but he’s also different. Caduceus was quiet, stoic, a bit judgmental, but also there for a higher purpose and to help his friends. We’re not really sure what Ashton is looking for, besides work and money, but I really just think they want somewhere to fit. And sure, he likes money, he gets into scrapes, he sometimes pisses off the wrong person but I think most importantly they are kind and can be selfless for those he deems worthy. They look out for FCG above all else, they got breakfast sandwiches for the rest of the group. He doesn’t like people who are unkind (IE their grudge against bertrand, saying it’s a dick move to steal copper from someone, etc.) The thing about Molly is that even though he could be nice he was a bit of a selfish asshole and he knew it, so I do think Ashton is different in that sense. I think Ashton knows they can be an asshole but still tries to bring good into the world

And Fearne. Oh, Fearne.....Ashley going from quiet, reserved, but sweet Yasha to this absolutely unhinged Faun. She really said please can I never fail a wisdom save ever again by going druid. Fearne is SO intuitive. She knows exactly what to say to cheer people up, she knows when they need cheering up. She also knows exactly what to say to unsettle people. They are similar, but Yasha’s intimidation came from her strength and blatant threats, while Fearne’s comes from her unhinged ability to make people unsure if she really likes you or if she’s going to try to kill you in your sleep, and I think that’s beautiful. Yasha was very thoughtful, only speaking when she was comfortable and when she had something to say. Fearne has zero impulse control and always says or does the first thing she wants to at any given time and leans into whatever happens next.

I cannot wait to meet Travis’s real new character and I hope it’s something none of us are expecting

[mystic-shadows42]

Holding Out Hope

A/N: This was just a simple quick write so there are probably mistakes.

Pairing: Clark Kent x reader

Warnings: Language

Summary: Clark has a hard time trying to find his place in the world but when he takes a job he’s unlikely to stay in for long, there’s an unexpected person there that he can’t simply walk away from.

Joe.

That’s what he said his name was. When you first met him, you didn’t think it suited him. He was a tall dark-haired, muscular, blue-eyed man with a gentleness to him.

Right away he stood out.

Joe was brought onto the crew by your father, the captain. He was quiet but observant. He always listened and remembered things that other people would long forget about.

He wasn’t the type of man you’re used to seeing on your father’s crew. He was actually nice and not handsy like the others.

You met him on his first day and told him of the small shop you worked at and he made it a habit to go whenever he was back from his fishing trips.

During his visits, you’d both make small talk. He was private about his life but was definitely curious about yours. You wanted to respect his privacy so you told him the truth of yours.

You were the youngest child of four. All of them had left to start their own lives elsewhere but would call occasionally. The home life wasn’t too great. Your mother had left and your father was a drunk. He would only stop drinking when he had to work and needed more money for it.

There were times when you’d ramble on and sneak a look over at him to see he was hanging on to every word. 

Occasionally, you’d treat him to lunch but even then you could tell he was still putting up a front as if he couldn’t simply relax. Sometimes he’d even leave abruptly after apologizing profusely.

It was understandable but after what seemed like the umpteenth time you started to think it was because of you. Perhaps you weren’t as good company as you thought.

Joe must’ve noticed your uncertainty because he would sometimes surprise you with gifts. Needless to say, it didn’t take much for you to fall hard for him. 

There were obvious signs there for something to flourish between you both but he was always the one to pull away.

So when you were on your break outside the shop with him you asked him what you’ve been dying to know.

“So, I have to ask. Why have you stuck around doing this job? Most people leave after the first week.”

He looked away and smiled then looked back at you. At his expression, you nudged his arm playfully.

“I find that staying here a little while has its benefits.”

You gave him a look which he knew what you meant. He didn’t give you much to go off of.

“My dad doesn’t pay you enough to think like that.”

“It’s not always about the pay.” He threw you a look that simply melted your heart. “Would you believe me if I told you the best part of my day is coming into the shop and seeing you?”

You slightly tilted your head not expecting the deemed quiet man by the crew to actually say this to you. Joe was far too handsome to be into you. Just by looking at him, you knew he didn’t belong in a less than ideal place with nothing to offer him whatsoever.

“Well, I don’t actually believe you.”

He had a faint smile on his face. “Open your hand.”

You held out your hand and he took something out of his back pocket and placed it in your hand.

“A gift?”

He nodded and gestured for you to look at it. You opened the small bag pulling the strings apart to see pearls inside.

They were beautiful and bigger than any you’ve ever seen. You inspected them more closely.

“These are South Sea pearls. I only know because my father obsesses over finding some one day.” You looked up at him astonished. These pearls were worth a good amount of money. “There’s no possible way you found these fishing.”

He put his hands over yours covering the pearls.

“I’m going to be leaving soon. Use these to get out of here.”

Your heart sunk at the news of him leaving soon. He was the whole reason you got excited for the day and dressed up. 

Just seeing him affected your whole day in a better way.

“I can’t. This is too big a gift to have.”

“They’re yours now.”

He said it so calmly as if obtaining them wasn’t a big deal. Even though you knew people would kill just to get their hands on them.

“How’d you get them?” 

“I flew,” he said, a small smile gracing his face before he turned his back to you.

“Joe.”

Even as you said his name he didn’t react. He hardly ever responded to it. You always suspected he was hiding something. Nobody simply ignores their name when called.

“Wait!”

He turned and you ran to catch up to him.

“At least tell me your real name.”

He sighed and you knew then that he wouldn’t. It did hurt a little that after all these months of knowing him that he didn’t even trust you enough to know his name.

It made you sad that nothing significant ever blossomed between you both though you knew he could feel the connection too. You didn’t think it’d hurt this much to lose a person you hardly knew anything about.

He lowered his head when you started to drop yours in disappointment. He looked genuinely concerned. It was hard to determine if he would even miss you or even thought of you the way you did him.

“I promise you that one day when I’m not running anymore. When I find out who I truly am, then I’ll find you and tell you my name.”

You shook your head. “That’s impossible. How will you ever find me?”

“Don’t lose hope.”

He moved closer to you and leaned down a little to be leveled with you. Your lips parted and your heart started to race at how close he was. He had his eyes closed already so you closed yours as you moved forward.

You were finally going to kiss.

“Hey, dipshit! It’s time to go!”

You groaned and opened your eyes to see he already opened his and was watching you.

“I have to go.”

You reached out for his hand and saw him smile down at your joined hands. He gave yours a small squeeze in reassurance.

“Captains tired of waiting! Hurry it up!”

His hand slowly slipped from yours. He smiled sadly and turned his back to you as he began walking away.

****

In your time of finding a place, you were tracked down by a determined reporter named Lois Lane. Her presence took you by surprise especially when she shared her story with you.

He was going by the name Liam. She told you briefly of her findings and how he saved her life with his ‘abilities’ yet somehow you began to think over your encounters with him.

The constant short meet-ups with him weren’t excuses. He was actually going out and saving someone’s life.

It just all seemed fitting for him. 

A savior.

Lois had questioned you explaining that his time fishing was the longest job he stuck with and she suspected it was because of you. She kept smiling at the stories you’d share of her with your encounters with him. 

There wasn’t much to go off because he was so discreet but it was the way he made you feel that made it seem everlasting. That much she could tell in your eyes and words alone.

Before she departed her last words to you were that he’d definitely find you again.

The idea lifted your spirits but you certainly missed his company.

After about a month and a couple of weeks you still hadn’t found a place to settle in. Nothing ever seemed like home to you.

You felt like a ghost going from place to place. Seeing a new area was nice but there was still that never-ending feeling of being alone.

The thing you missed from your old town was the view of the ocean. So that’s what led you here, to the beach.

You were walking aimlessly on the shoreline when you looked up after a huge sudden gust of wind hit you.

You gasped at the sight of ‘him’ standing just a few feet in front of you. He was smiling once he saw your reaction. He looked the same, only he was clean-shaven and he seemed more relaxed.

He began making his way to you still having his bright smile on his face. You immediately dropped your sandals and ran into his arms. He hugged you to him feeling his deep chuckle rumble through his chest.

“I told you I’d find you.”

You pulled back but still stayed in his arms.

“Now I know how you got here. You flew,” you chuckled remembering his words from before. He brushed the hair in your face back and smiled. 

“Yeah, I did.”

“So are you going to tell me what your name is or do I have to keep calling you Joe?”

“My name’s Clark. Clark Kent. As you may have heard, I’m not of this world but raised into it.”

“I’ve heard some stories.” 

You didn’t quite know what he was or how he came to have these abilities but all you knew was that you cared for him deeply. Nothing else mattered.

“How are you liking your new life?”

“I felt like how you used to. Not really belonging anywhere. Going from place to place. Missing you and our annual strolls.”

He rubbed your arms once you started to get goosebumps. His touch felt safe and warm. Something you could get used to. Everything about him captivated you in every way.

“Close your eyes.”

You took a deep breath and closed them. 

After a couple of seconds, he told you to open them. All you did was stare at him admiring just how handsome he truly is. He chuckled seeing your entranced state and told you to look down.

Confused, you looked down and saw that neither of you were on land anymore. You were both floating and had a vast view of the landscape.

Naturally, you gasped wrapping your arms around him thinking you were going to fall. You could hear him laughing but the thought of being so high up had overtaken your thoughts.

To capture your attention, he turned your face to him and looked down at your lips as if silently asking for your permission. You nodded and that was all he needed to kiss you. 

His lips were soft but the force was rough. You both had been desperate for this moment. It had been put off for far too long.

“I’ll never let you go. Never fall, never get hurt, and never leave you all alone again.”

His words were tender and sweet.

“Would you like to come to Kansas with me?”

This time you were the one with the permanent smile on your face chuckling. You had unshed tears in your eyes at how happy you were.

“I’d love to go to Kansas with you, Clark.”

[onceupon]

London Boy - Part 3: I like girls that dance

summary: It’s your first night out and your first real introduction to Westheath. Rafe is quick to find his way on your radar.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 4.6k

a/n: the way I’m imagining Jack Harlow as I write Liam 😩✋also, im pulling these chapter titles out of my ass - but actually tho, go listen to Girls That Dance by Masego 

Part 1 Part 2

Despite your doubts, you put on the sheer top and the black mini skirt Millie and Olivia had insisted you wear. Your favorite pregame playlist plays as you do your makeup in the mirror. You move as quickly as you can, in desperate need of a shot to calm your nerves before your flat fills with people. You’re also nervous about seeing Rafe after that encounter in the kitchen you just had. 

As you run your fingers through your hair and put on your earrings, all you can see is his stupid (and annoyingly attractive) face, staring down at you with that dumb backwards cap, telling you that you guys should watch Game of Thrones together. Every time your mind starts to think if that means something, you quickly shut down the thought. Of course it doesn’t mean anything. Just because a boy wants to watch a show with you does not automatically mean he wants you or that this was going to turn into some kind of Netflix and chill situation. Or was this gonna be a Netflix and chill situation? I mean it was Rafe Cameron after all, the boy certainly had a reputation. But then again, hadn’t he just showed you that he’s different from what you had expected? Oh god this was all too much to think about right now, you needed a shot. Stat. 

“Y/N!” Olivia shouts, swinging the door to your room open right on cue. “Oh. My. God. You look so hot!” she exclaims. “Here, this is for you,” she extends a shot glass toward you with a devilish grin. 

“Oh god what is it,” you grimace. Shots always seemed like a better idea in theory than in practice. 

“Try it and find out,” she smirks. You sigh and send the liquid to the back of your throat, immediately cringing at the sting of raspberry vodka, Olivia bringing a cup of cranberry juice to your mouth to chase. 

“Don’t worry love, a few more and you won’t even taste it. Now come on,” she laughs, dragging you with her to the kitchen. The rest of your flatmates are already there, Millie bopping along to the music, giggling at whatever Topper is saying, Rafe standing close by sipping his drink. 

“Y/n you hottie!” Millie cheers, looking up as you make your way into the kitchen. You pray to god your cheeks aren’t turning pink. You don’t dare turn your head, but you know Rafe is staring at you. If you looked at him now you’d be crimson for sure. 

“Alright everybodyyy,” Olivia begins, pouring the same raspberry vodka into the five shot glasses she has lined up on the table. You can’t help but laugh at her infectious energy, this girl is nothing if not the life of the party. 

“Cheers to our first night out as flat mates! Wooo!!!” she exclaims, as everyone grabs a shot glass from the table, Rafe instinctively passing you one, hands briefly touching during the exchange and again as you all clink your glasses. You down the contents, unsure if the heat forming in your chest is from the vodka or the feeling of Rafe’s passing touch. 

Pretty soon people start to arrive, Olivia and Millie making sure to introduce everyone. The flat becomes a blur of bodies drinking, dancing, and mingling about, and somehow, despite it all, Rafe Cameron is the person you find yourself standing with. There was something magnetic about him that you couldn’t quite understand, but it kept drawing you near. 

“What are you drinking tonight Cameron,” you nod at the cup in his hand.

“Jack and coke. Of course,” he scoffs with subtle sarcasm, which you instantly pick up on. 

“Not straight whiskey? Wow. That’s not very Figure 8 of you,” you admonish playfully.

“Straight whiskey? L/n who do you think I am?” he twists his face in mock disbelief. “But I’m game to do a shot if you are,” he adds.

“Hmm that does-“ you begin, but you’re quickly cutoff. 

“Y/n, babe, if I had known you’d be here I would’ve came sooner,” Liam greets you with a kiss on the cheek and a cheeky smile. 

“Now how on earth do you two know each other,” Millie asks, walking in line with the boy.

“Umm,” you chuckle nervously. You could not have possibly felt more awkward at the conversation unfolding in front of you, Rafe standing by as witness to it all. “He’s that boy I went to the bar with the other night,” you explain sheepishly.

“That was Liam!? Chrissake. Well I apologize on his behalf for anything he said or did.”

“Hey I’ll have you know I’m a proper gentleman!” he defends, throwing you a wink as Millie rolls her eyes. Just at that moment, another group of people walk in through the door, conveniently coming to Rafe’s rescue.

“Rafe!” a girl calls and he clears his throat excusing himself, Millie following suit to greet the latest batch of guests. You watch as he leans in for a hug with the girl who’s just called his name. She’s twirling her hair and batting her eyes, confident, flirty, gorgeous - just his type. A sick feeling pools in your stomach, you don’t even realize you’re staring. 

“Lily Colts, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Liam informs you as he takes the now empty spot next to you.

“Oh, um no, I was just uh-“

“It’s okay Y/n, I get it. So flatmate huh” he laughs, unbothered.

“No no it’s not like that at all I uh-”

“Alright. Y/n,” he says, jumping up to sit on the counter behind him, cracking open the can in his hand. “You know I think you’re hot and you know I like messing with you-”

“Actually I know neither of those things,” you reply indignantly. 

“Yes you do, you’re not dim,” he bulldozes right on, “I can read people pretty well, and there was a vibe there.”

“A vibe?”

“Yeah. Between you and what’s-his-face. You should’ve seen the way he tensed up when I came up to you,” he snickers in amusement.

“Shut up. His name is Rafe, by the way, and there was no ‘vibe.’ Also why are you even telling me this?” you ask, growing frustrated with the cocky brunette.

“Y/n please,” he scoffs. “I told you I can read people, so let me read you. You’re out here in London right, far away from home, keen for a fresh start. You’ve never been one for meaningless flings, but fuck it, if everyone else can do it, why not you? Or so you try to convince yourself, but you know that’s not you. See, you crave that emotional connection, and when you find even a hint of it, you’re a goner. Which is why you’d never actually hook up with me and it’s why you’re staring at that boy from home even though you swear you don’t care, but you do - you feel something there.”

You’re dumbfounded by his ability to know things about you that even you yourself can’t recognize. “I liked it better when you were just flirting with me,” you grumble.  

“No worries darling, I’ll definitely still do that. I’ll even dance on you in the club if you ask nicely, might make pretty boy over there jealous,” he motions with his eyes toward Rafe, at which you give his shoulder a shove.

“You’re an idiot you know, Millie was right on the money with that,” you quip, as the two of you head over to her, Liv, and the boys.

“Please, Millie wishes she could be right on something else,” he says as you shoot him a glare, trying your best to suppress a laugh. Liam was starting to become a pain in your ass, too smart for his own good, but at least he was a funny one.

—

Your first night clubbing was going great. The place was packed, the music was good, and you were having a blast dancing with Liv, Millie, and their friends. You couldn’t help looking around the club though, eyes scanning for Rafe in the crowd. He’d been hanging out all night with Topper and some of the guys from their new soccer team. You longed to be near him somehow, to interact with him again. All your conversations with him earlier today had left you with an excited buzz - you didn’t know what it was about this version of Rafe Cameron in London, but you were actually enjoying his company.

You try to push him out of your mind and just enjoy the moment. It’s not like there was anything between you and Rafe, you had just barely began to form a semblance of a potential friendship today, let’s not get carried away. Besides, you live with the boy, accidentally running into him wasn’t going to be much of a challenge. 

“Anyone want anything from the bar?” you shout over the music to your friends.

“Vodka soda with lime please!” Olivia shouts back and you nod, turning to make your way to the counter a few feet away. You place your order and mindlessly tap your fingers on the bar as a figure appears beside you.

“Hey, Y/n right? Flatmates with Olivia, Mills, and the boys?” the girl asks, and you turn, now face to face with Lily. 

“Uh yeah, hey,” you feign a smile back. 

“I’m Lily, nice to meet you,” she smiles genuinely. “I’m friends with all the Westheath bozos you’ve probably been meeting tonight,” she laughs, “Callum and Henry over there are my best mates. They’re on the football team with Rafe and Topper, we were showing them around earlier. My god you guys have been hoarding some cute ones over there in America.”

You chuckle, “glad that Kildare’s presence can at least be of some benefit.” 

“So, girl to girl here, what can you tell me about Rafe Cameron? He’s such a hottie isn’t he? Would love to get a taste of that,” she smirks, licking her lips.

“Umm I don’t really have much to tell,” you say, unsure of how to navigate this conversation. You could tell her what you thought you knew of Outer Banks Rafe - he’s a rich, party-boy player. But after today, that no longer felt right. You didn’t want to say or presume anything about him at all actually, it felt wrong to talk about him like that. God, what the hell was wrong with you? You spend a few hours with the boy and you already have a soft spot for him? You needed to get a grip. “Our families know each other but we don’t really hang out at home. He’s uh- he’s cool though,” you decide as a sufficient response.

“Any girl friend?” she asks, sliding cash over to the bartender as she orders a shot.

“Rafe’s not really the ‘girlfriend-type’,” you answer, bartender sliding you the drinks you ordered and Lily her’s. 

“Well then cheers to that,” she grins, clinking her shot glass to your drink before she downs it, waving a quick goodbye. You watch as she makes her way back to Rafe and their group, adorning a flirty smile. You feel sick to your stomach. You wanted to hate her, you did. But you couldn’t. She wasn’t doing anything wrong. She was just confident, outgoing, and not afraid to go after what she wanted. There was nothing for you to be angry about, who was stopping you from doing the same?

 But in the back of your mind you decided you could never go after Rafe like that. He would never be interested in you in that way, you were sure of it. You had a hard time believing your friends when they hyped you up, so you definitely weren’t going to believe for a single second that a boy you thought was cool could possibly look at you in the same way. Besides, the mere idea of being rejected by Rafe Cameron, and then having to continue living with him and eventually go back to the Outer Banks for everyone to find out you had been rejected by the kook prince, was so mortifying that the very thought made you want to crawl into a hole. So you promise yourself, right then and there, that you won’t let yourself get hurt like that. You could hang out with Rafe, get to know him, become friends even, but under no circumstances could you be caught wearing your heart on your sleeve. You couldn’t disarm yourself like that and give him the upper hand. You needed to look out for yourself first and foremost, preserving the little bit of control you still had over your life. 

You walk back over to your friends, slipping Liv her drink as her and Jake dance together. Your new friends are all tipsy and in a world of their own, getting lost in the music and their movements.

“Dance with me,” you turn to Liam who’s right beside you.

“I said if you ask nicely,” he admonishes sarcastically, to which you roll your eyes.

“I’m not gonna beg Liam. You wanna dance or not?”

“Sheesh, Lily Colts got your panties in a twist like that?”

“Not. At. All.” You confidently stare into his eyes, sipping your drink. It’s no use, Liam knows you all too well by now, and you curse yourself for the way in which this boy is able to see right through all the walls you put up. You may think these walls are made of brick, but to Liam they’re glass.

He just laughs at you, shaking his head in amusement. He grabs your free hand and pulls you closer to him, your bodies now pressed together. He takes your hand and rests it on the back of his neck, his finding their way to your hips. He plants his leg in between yours and soon you guys are lost in the rhythm. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying every second. He spins you around and you lightly grind your ass against him.

“Damn Y/n, I didn’t know you move like that,” he jokes, as you face forward again. He leans in, his hand on the small of your back, and you feel his breath right against your ear, “he’s looking by the way.” Your breath hitches, but you know better than to turn around. Liam is already one step ahead of you, instinctively twirling you again so you can quickly catch a glimpse of Rafe’s eyes on yours without it being obvious. “Told you he’d be jealous,” he smirks down at you triumphantly.

“Shut up,” you reply, the slightest smile tugging at your lips as your sweaty bodies continue to move to the music.

—-

“Aw flatmate bonding you guysss,” Olivia gushes, as you all sit together at a booth. She had forced you all out of your beds this morning to get breakfast together. Despite being hungover and groggy, you all reluctantly agreed. “Mimosas anyone?” she jokes.

“If I so much as smell any alcohol I think I’ll vomit,” Topper groans.

“Aw, what’s the matter, can’t handle your liquor Tops?” Millie asks, quirking her head to the side.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny. Could ask you the same question. My room is right next to the bathroom, don’t think I didn’t hear your retching last night,” he snaps back, to which Millie turns bright red and soon you’re all hunched over in laughter.

“I think a mimosa would make me yak right now too, to be fair. Coffees all around!” Olivia asserts.

You’re seated across from Rafe as you both scan your menus, your eyes immediately fixing in on the pancakes. The waiter comes by to take all your orders and you can’t help but blush a little when Rafe orders pancakes and you have to follow with a “same for me.” Such a silly, meaningless thing, I mean everyone likes pancakes. But being the only one to have the same exact order as Rafe leaves you feeling embarrassed, for no good reason all the same. You all begin to scarf down your food as soon as it arrives, thankful to have something to soak up the alcohol in your stomachs, as you share stories and laugh about last night’s drunken antics. 

“So how is it that we’re all flatmates and yet I only have Topper’s contact. Come on, add ‘em in,” Rafe says, sliding his unlocked phone to the middle of the table.

“Wait I want snapchats too. Oooh! And instagram!” Olivia pipes, whipping out her phone as well.

“I expect no booty calls Cameron. This is strictly business,” Millie jokes, typing in her and Olivia’s numbers before passing his phone to you. 

“Am I allowed a booty call?” Topper smirks, extending his phone as well.

“I wouldn’t push your luck Thornton,” she smirks back and he pouts in response. You finish typing your name and number into Rafe’s phone and hand it back to him, skin briefly making contact once again. Even though you had known Rafe all your life, somehow you two never had a reason to exchange numbers, only following each other on Instagram which he never posted on anyways.

“Alright everyone, pull up your snapchat codes, I wanna make a group,” Olivia says and everyone obliges, arms crossing every which way as you all add each other. “What should we name our group chat? Ooo can we do a ship name of our schools - like Kilheath or Westare?” 

“I like Kilheath,” Topper chimes in.

“Yeah I bet you do you psychopath. Sounds like the name of a bad horror movie,” Rafe laughs.

“Oooo there’s five of us, we could be the Spice Girls,” Millie beams.

“No.” Topper immediately shuts her down. 

“What about ‘American Boys and Spice Girls.’ You know, like the Kanye West song,” you add.

“Ehh, we’re getting closer, but not quite there,” Rafe teases you and you playfully kick him under the table. “I’m hearing a lot of opinions and not a lot of contributions,” you cross your arms and raise your brows.

“Hey hey hey, I’m a critic, not a chef L/n,” he lifts his hands in surrender.

“Ooo I got it! We can call it the ‘Royal fam,’ like the royal family,” Olivia suggests, finally getting approval from the whole group. Breakfast is soon over and you all return to your rooms, eager to nap away the remainder of your hangovers. You lay in your bed and stare at the newly formed snapchat group on your phone. Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 appears on top and you scroll down, looking at Rafe’s username and bitmoji on your screen. You laugh at the fact that even his bitmoji wears a backwards cap. It was weird, having him in your phone like this. You had known this boy your whole life, but you two had always operated in separate spheres. And here he was, in your Snapchat, a glimpse into the life of Rafe, of which you only ever got a birds eye view of back home. It almost felt like you were trespassing somewhere you didn’t belong, having access to him like this. You sigh and lock your phone. Rafe Cameron really isn’t all that bad.

—

The next few days fly by fast as you become acclimated to Westheath. You and the rest of the Kildare kids attend an orientation with Westheath’s exchange advisor, spending the whole time with your little trio: you, Rafe, and Topper. When you had first arrived abroad, you were deadset on forging your own path in London and steering clear of everyone else from OBX. But hanging out with Rafe and Topper made you all but forget. It was fun and easy hanging out with them, in fact, counterintuitively, they were helping you forget all about the Outer Banks, just as you had hoped to do. Your conversations centered around your interests, your new lives, on random jokes and made up bits. It was almost as if there was a mutual unspoken agreement between you, them also trying to escape and forget their lives in OBX.

Pretty soon classes began, and you were learning a new schedule and adapting to British schooling. Your evenings were spent singing and dancing in the kitchen as you, Liv, and Millie simultaneously cooked your dinners, getting pints at the pub around the corner with your Westheath friends, and playing card games at the kitchen table with Rafe and Topper, the smack talk between you three flowing strong. There’d be short moments where you’d find yourself alone with Rafe - he’d explain to you whatever Premier League team was playing that day, you’d show him how the coffee machine works, and the occasional passing comments of “so when are we finally starting Game of Thrones, Cameron?” “I’m ready whenever you are, L/n.”

—

It was a Wednesday night, and you were curled up in your fluffy gray blanket watching Gilmore Girls in bed. You found the show comforting and familiar, the small town of Stars Hallow reminding you of what you wished your life in the Outer Banks could be like. Instead it was more like the cold and pretentious atmosphere of Chilton and the older Gilmores’ Hartford life. Your phone buzzes, and you pick it up lazily to check, suddenly freezing at the notification on your screen.

Snapchat: Rafe Cameron

You had opened a few snapchats from the boy over the past few days, but they were always random ones he would send to the group chat. This one was just for you. You gulp and put your phone down, not wanting to open it too fast. A few minutes go by and you realize you haven’t paid an ounce of attention to the show on your screen, even though you’re staring right at it. Fuck it. You open your phone and tap on the unread snap.

When are we watching Game of Thrones L/n the snapchat says, a picture of his laptop on his bed and the HBO Max home page open, the series featured in the corner of the screen.

You snap back a picture of your blanket and the laptop playing Gilmore Girls in front of you: ready whenever you are Cameron.

Almost immediately you get a response back.

Rafe Cameron: wait are you home rn? His message is accompanied by a random picture of his room, a view you let your eyes linger on until the message expires. Another peak into Rafe Cameron’s world.

Y/n: Yep! You send a blurry selfie of you wrapped in your blanket.

Rafe Cameron: be over in 5

You leave that last message on open and your heart starts to race. Just breathe Y/n, breathe, you keep telling yourself. It doesn’t have to be a big deal if you don’t make it out to be. It’s just a show. Just a show. And besides, you guys are friends now, right? You sit up in your bed and grab your pillow, shifting over to sit horizontally on your mattress. That seems more casual to you, more ‘just a couple friends watching a show together at a comfortable distance’ and less ‘sitting right on top of each other Netflix and chill’. You gulp down some water to ease your dry throat when you hear a gentle knock.

“Come in!” you call out, and now Rafe Cameron is in your room, eyes absorbing all the details that are so you. The posters on one wall, film camera photos on another. The string lights which wrap around your room and give it a warm glow. The plants, the subtle scent of vanilla. The bag you always carried with you, hanging off the side of your chair. He almost felt like he was intruding, like he was getting an intimate glimpse of something that was for your eyes only. 

“Whats up,” he says, holding his laptop and closing the door behind him. 

“Ready to finally start the show,” you laugh, “it’s about damn time.”

“Hey, I’ve been ready, it’s you who’s been taking your sweet time.”

“Is that so?” you ask sarcastically and a smile forms on his face.

“What are you doing over there? Who sits like that on their bed?” he asks, now coming over and taking a seat on your mattress facing vertically, propping your other pillow behind his back. “Can’t even stretch out your legs or anything,” he continues, patting the spot on the bed next to him, signaling for you to come over.

“I don’t know, I think it’s comfy,” you lie as you crawl over to him, your first line of defense already shot down. 

“Weirdo,” he chuckles to which you nudge him in the side with your elbow. “If Topper’s wrong about this I’m gonna give him so much shit,” he says.

“Topper does have a lot of questionable opinions,” you laugh, “but I have a good feeling about this one.

—

One episode turned into two turned into three, you and Rafe instantly hooked. The nerves you had felt earlier at sitting so close next to this boy in your bed had all but dissipated, you quickly acclimating to the space he took up next to you. Even though by now all your previous misconceptions about Rafe had disappeared, replaced with the boy you had come to know over the past week, there was a small part of you that was still waiting to see if he’d try to pull something on you, like the Rafe you imagined back home surely would. Of course he didn’t, watching and discussing the show with you, making you feel as comfortable as if you two had been friends for years. You almost felt bad for having had doubted him in the first place.

When the third episode ended and you two got into a long post-episode discussion, you hardly noticed when the conversation began to digress. You both started to sink lower and lower down into your pillows, until you were both laying on your backs, staring at the ceiling and lost in exchanges of words and thoughts. The conversation was different this time, more candid and open, as if the shadow of the night was inviting you to divulge thoughts you wouldn’t have shared in the day. He spoke of his strained relationship with his father and you shared the silly drama that had caused a riff between you and your former friends back home. He showed you pictures of his dog and you showed him the video you had been working on all summer long in OBX, not having anyone to hang out with before you left for London. He talked about how he felt so disconnected from almost everyone on that island, and you nodded, understanding all too well. The conversation continued to ebb and flow, the occasional funny video or meme pulling you two into fits of laughter before seamlessly delving into another vulnerable train of thought. You both had your Spotify accounts open now, taking turns sharing your favorite songs. You put on a playlist you had made over the summer, full of songs that made you feel at peace. 

“This puts you at ease huh,” he says.

You turn your head to look at him, “how could you tell?”

“I don’t know. I guess just the way your whole body relaxed the second you pressed play,” he replies.

“Yeah,” you say turning your head back toward the ceiling. “I know it sounds cheesy, but I feel like these songs are speaking to my soul or something,” you whisper.

“Yeah I get that… I have those too,” he whispers back. Neither of you realize it’s already 5 am and neither of you notice as your eyes both get heavy and sleep washes over you, playlist in the background like a lullaby. And at some point during your deep sleep, Rafe’s arm has found itself unconsciously wrapped around you.

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Part 4

a/n: lemme know what you think!(: