#and then there's liam. no he's not wearing underwear

[bambi-slxt]

🤍𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐈𝐭 𝐎𝐮𝐭 ~ 𝐩𝐭. 𝐨𝐧𝐞🤍

𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

word count: 1.1k

genres: established friendship

warnings: voluntary usage of sir, desperation, gentle!dom!matt, slight blasphemy, biting, slight choking.

notes from bambi: no use of y/n, poc friendly, first work, please enjoy!

pt. two here, pt. three here

“MATT CAN YOU COME HERE?”

“WHAT.”

“JUST GET IN HERE!”

“Do I have to?”

“YES UGH.”

Matt opened the door to his bedroom. “What do you want, kid.”

You lay curled up on his bed, wearing an oversized tee and faded blue underwear hidden underneath his plaid bed covers, staring intently at your phone screen. “I've been trying to figure this out for a solid twenty minutes and I need your help.”

“What's up?” He settled on the bed next to you, slinging an arm behind his head.

“So I’m reading this smut thing right.”

“...Sure, why not,” Matt said, tossing his hand up in exasperation at the apparent lack of anything sacred.

You grinned, enjoying his moment of discomfort. You normally went to him for sex advice, especially after a rather awkward encounter last summer left no room for privacy in your friendship, and it served to make the two of you closer in almost every way. Shaking the memory away, you dial back in. “I don't understand the position they're in right now.”

“Hate when that happens. Lemme see?”

You handed the phone over, picking at a nail in the absence of mental stimulation. Looking around his room, you sighed, feeling at home in the familiar space. His wall decor, all woodsy-themed, the handful of Liam Neeson photos still clinging to the wall, and a new addition from you and Chris’s combined efforts to make a Lego brown bear figure - it turned out pretty good, and Chris loved it so much he dedicated a whole Instagram post to ‘Scruffy the Bear’. 

“What the fuck…” Matt muttered, and you turned back towards him. 

“Mm?”

“This makes no sense. How are her ankles-”

“THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT. WHERE DID THEY COME FROM?”

“I'm invested now. Come here.” Matt leaned forward and patted the bed space in front of him, still staring, brow furrowed, at the offending device.

“Ouuu, what are you gonna do to me?” you snarked, languidly making your way across the checkered plaid.

“Shut up. Okay so she…no. They started out… facing each other? Why?”

“No idea,” you replied, sitting criss-cross in front of Matt, nudging his outstretched legs to the same position. He leaned forward, elbow on his knee, still reading. “ It says, ‘Her ankles crossed in an x behind him, and he…’ Okay, so like…”

Matt pulled his knees up, separating his legs. “Come here, I think she's sitting right in front of him, and her legs are wrapped around his, like, middle.”

“Sure,” you said, getting into position, “But where are his legs?”

“I'm assuming they're under hers? Beside hers??” Matt said, annoyed at the dismal lack of description. “But how would I know?”

He slid his legs underneath yours, his hands going behind his back to hold your calves. “I think she was closer…” He murmurs, his voice lowering the closer your bodies became. “Something like that.”

Your legs wrapped fully around Matt’s torso, knees pressed against his sides to keep you from falling back into the bed. You felt the heels of his feet press gently against the soft panty fabric covering your ass, and realized you were staring down at his stomach. You looked up to see his pale blue eyes fixated on you. 

“Hi.” Breathy.

“Hi.” Breathless.

“I think I’m gonna-”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, moving his hands from your calves to wrap them around your back, acting as support for your disrupted center of gravity. The phone lay forgotten on the bed. 

Noticing, you cleared your throat and picked it up dipping your head back towards his stomach to scroll to the next scene. “So once they're here…it seems like they just go into it?”

“No way,” Matt said, leaning forward and pressing his forehead gently against yours. “That's mad uncomfortable.” He smelled like mountain air and freshly-cut pinewood. Quit smelling him, you freakazoid.

“Well I’m sure that doesn't matter if you're horny.”

Matt tilted his head and nodded. “True. There's just. So many other positions. That aren't nearly as complicated.”

“I don't know…I kinda like this one,” you whispered before you could stop yourself.

“Hm?”

“What?”

“What'd you say?” Matt asked, pulling away to look at you again. A smile threatened to creep onto his lips. Quit looking at his lips.

“Nothing, what was the next thing…” you said, turning your attention to the phone once more. 

One of his hands left your back, the other tensing against your skin. Matt brought his free hand up toward you, a calloused knuckle underneath your chin and his thumb right below your bottom lip. You looked up slowly, guided by his gentle fingers. “What did you say, hun?”

That smile had fully formed now. You couldn't help but return one of your own. “I didn't say anything.” You put the phone down, letting your hands make contact with his chest. Moving up his body, towards his collarbones, snaking around to meet behind his neck, slipping through the soft curls at the base of his hairline. His thighs, pressed against the outside of your own, began to tremble ever so slightly.

“I heard something,” he insisted, making a gargantuan effort to drag his gaze upwards from your lips. Matt's thumb lifted from your chin to pull on your bottom lip, puffing it out and opening your mouth in the process. “Come on, I know you remember,” he breathed, his voice low and steady. Your heart thumped in your chest - how long had that been going on?

You looked up at him, your mouth slightly open in strict obedience to his fingertips, brows tilted upwards, assuming an expression of innocence. “Sorry, Matty…I forgot.”

It now stands to mention that his pelvis had been pressed against yours this entire time, and at this moment, a hardness seemed to grow in what little space remained between your sex and his. A shiver buzzed up your spine, and the hand on your back flexed in response, tightening its now-possessive grip on your body. Matt let out a shaky breath. “Forgetting…that’s not good, is it?”

“No sir.”

His hard-on seemed to leap to attention. Matt’s eyes stayed locked on yours, almost as if they were searching for something.

“What is it?” you asked softly.

He blinked a few times, shaking his head, gaze still fixed. Tearing his eyes away, Matt leaned toward your shoulder, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. His hand fell away from your chin to hang in the space between you.

“Gonna…Tryin’ not to…do somethin’... might regret.” Matt's words were poorly enunciated, almost as if he was preoccupied. His cock throbbed against your panties, blood pulsing hard enough to pound through the thickness of his sweatpants. 

Looking down, you realized his neck lay open…exposed. As if in a trance, you dipped your head, lips making contact with his soft skin.

#sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo fanfic #bambi slxt

[callsign-rogueone]

excuses, excuses

fourth wing boys* x gn!partner!reader *Garrick, Bodhi, Xaden, Liam, Dain, Ridoc, Sawyer, and Brennan! got to thinkin' last night… the fw boys are all twenty-something college kids, and they’re gonna act like it, finding any reason to touch their partner or get them undressed lmao. here’s some of their excuses 🤭 words: 444 🏷: no book spoilers, but mild NSFW. just our boys being horndogs (all consensual and part of established relationships!) groping / touching / undressing, implications of sex in some of these but it’s not described in detail :)

Garrick likes to spar with you to help you train, but also so he can pin you down and lean over you, a sly smile on his face (“c’mon, baby, I know you can find a way out of this…”) (hint: the only way out is to kiss him)

Bodhi will lift you up to sit on his lap because there isn’t enough space at the table / etc (there absolutely is, and everyone knows it, but they just roll their eyes and ignore it now). and he’ll often forget his textbooks in his room, so you’ll have to sit close enough to share… 

Ridoc does your laundry for you, to save you time, and adds that for convenience, he should wash what you’re wearing right now, too. guess you’ll just have to lie around his room half-dressed until it’s finished. (you could have sworn there were five pairs of underwear in the basket when you gave it to him, not four… hm.)

Sawyer insists on helping you dress / undress for weeks after an injury so you don’t hurt yourself further (the tiniest little wound ever btw. you only needed four stitches and it did not impede your movement at all). also insists on inspecting you for injury every time, and he’s very thorough.

Liam will offer to give you a massage to help you relax after a rough day, but his hands keep slipping lower and lower, and he needs you to take your clothes off so he can really get the knots out of your muscles… yes, all of your clothes. (to be fair, that did actually help you relax)

Xaden swears that his shadows are only there to protect you, but they seem to have a mind of their own; they very much enjoy protecting any exposed skin, and the same places that he likes to touch, too. denies it up and down when you come to him frustrated at the end of the day, but he can’t leave his partner needy, can he? 

Dain finds any reason to pull you into his side, grabbing you by the waist / hips to move you out of the way because that guy was gonna run straight into you (he was going to miss you by a foot, at least) and keeps you close for the next several minutes / until you’ve reached your destination, not moving his hands.

+ bonus;

Brennan has a shameless habit of summoning you to his office for something important / urgent — to help him relieve some of the stress of being a Lieutenant Colonel (see also: bending you over his desk) very important, actually. thank you for your service to the rebellion 🫡

#fourth wing x reader #brennan sorrengail x reader #bodhi durran x reader #garrick tavis x reader #liam mairi x reader #dain aetos x reader #ridoc gamlyn x reader #sawyer henrick x reader #xaden riorson x reader #sawyer henrick #bodhi durran #liam mairi #dain aetos #ridoc gamlyn #fourth wing #xaden riorson #brennan sorrengail #garrick tavis #back in my day we called this a “preference”. do people still use that term? #mine #18+

[lovelytsunoda]

zandvoort // liam lawson

summary: one man’s misfortune is another’s chance of a lifetime. so what can’t liam lawson seem to get his head in the game?

pairing: liam lawson x female!reader

warnings: mentions of dannys accident, tittyfucking except liam is too distracted for it to go very far, liam is nervous as hell about finally getting an f1 drive, sneaking into an f1 track to go jogging at ungodly hours is illegal so please do not do what liam and y/n are about to do.

the hotel room was peaceful and calm, lit only by the light from the window and the pitifully small lamp on the nightstand as she slipped beneath the covers, palming her lover through his sweatpants.

as she dipped further beneath the sheets, playfully pulling the duvet over her head, she carefully extracted her lovers erect dick from his shorts, slipping it in between her breasts and under the elastic in her lacy white bralette.

“fuck, sweetheart.” liam hummed softly, watching his dick slide between her boobs.

she looked like an angel, haloed in white, hair missed from the sheets, bottom lip in between her teeth as she tried to bite back a moan, fingers gently palming her nipples through the skimpy lace covering her chest.

so why couldn’t liam focus? it seemed like sacrilege to be thinking about trivial things like race cars and track limits and tyre strategies while the woman he loved and treasured most was currently fucking him with her tits.

he moaned softly, quieter than the norm as he laid his head back against the pillows, bleached blonde hair fanning out round his head as he tried to recenter himself.

focus, liam, he scolded himself.

“babe?” she asked softly, slipping off his dick and tucking her boobs back into her bra as she resurfaced, brushing his hair out of his face. “are you okay? you seem quiet. distant. usually I can’t get you to stop moaning, today you feel like you’re somewhere else.”

liam sighed, turning to face her, tucking himself back into his sweatpants as she lay to rest next to him, one hand gently cradling his face.

“you’re worried about tomorrow, aren’t you?”

“maybe.” liam hummed, kissing her palm. “I haven’t raced zandvoort in over a year, and super formula is so different.”

“oh, liam.” she sighed, kissing his forehead. “you’ve earned this. and yeah, what happened to daniel fucking sucks balls. but you’ve been wanting this all your life.”

“and what if I bottle this?”

y/n sighed, clambering out if the bed and reaching for her under armour leggings. “come on, I’ve got an idea. we have to get out of this room.”

“where are we going, and do I need to wear underwear?”

“you’ll see, now hurry up!”

it was dark outside, stars high in the sky as they got out of y/n’s rental car, giggling as they ducked under the rotating barriers to the paddock. it was strange to see zandvoort at night: a deserted shell of what it was supposed to be, food carts frozen in time and waiting for the crowds to come flocking back.

“I’m pretty sure we’re not supposed to be here.” liam whispered, trying to keep up with his girlfriend as she ran in the direction of the track itself.

“don’t be a baby, lawson!” she shouted, ducking under the cage where the marshals stood when they waved the flags. “come on!”

shaking his head, liam followed her. it was eerie to stand at the starting line, and he felt small standing in the wide expanse of asphalt, the moonlight glaring down at him.

“we’re going for a run. it will take your mind off things, and running the track might help you get your bearings back.”

“have I ever told you how incredible you are?” liam laughed, pulling her in for a kiss.

“maybe once or twice.” she smiled up at him. “now, if I win you have to give me orgasms and breakfast in bed.”

Liam’s hearty laugh echoed through the empty track. “do you want a head start, then?”

“you son of a bitch!” she laughs, playfully pushing him away. “you’d better not let me win!”

and as she started running down the main straight, liam stayed firmly rooted by the starting line, watching the bright expression in her face in the half light and the way her ass moved (he was a man after all).

god, he loved her so much.

“liam! don’t let me win!”

“alright, I’m coming!”

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[watermelonsugacry]

Little Mix admitted that during x factor when the contestants did a charity single with One Direction and JLS, management tried to make the girls film their section of the music video in just underwear while the boys got to wear ordinary clothes. It got me wondering in 1dbandmate!reader ever had to deal with something similiar and how she and the boys would have reacted to it?

loads of times.

Especially since she's the only girl in the band, management wanted to (and often did) take advantage of that. It was a double edged sword for them: portraying her as an innocent girl in frilly skirts but those making those skirts short. Making her walk around in heels to help her be closer to the boys' height for pictures but to also make society's eyes be drawn to her legs.

But one of the first times YN spoke up about something like this was pretty early on in her career: during the WMYB music video.

"No, absolutely not." YN shakes her head, her arms crossed over her chest. "You're out of your fooking mind if you think ima be wearin' that."

Not to mention that this was during the time when they were starting to force the media training on her.

"YN!" Richard, the band's main representative from their management, scolds her as she curses at what her stylist showed her.

Emma knew the singer in front of her wasn't directing her comment towards her personally. She sympathized with her really. How can she blame the seventeen year old's reaction to the tiny pieces of fabric hanging onto the velvet hanger by pieces of strings.

The three of them were inside a huge beach tent used as a designated changing area for the video shoot. After the boy were finished getting dressed and her make-up was finished, it was time for YN's outfit to be shown to her. She was quite excited as it's going to be their first music video and at a sunny location. That was until she was shown what her management arranged for her to wear.

"Whot? Yeh really expect me to wear that when the other girls in the video are fully covered? The other boys are wearing bloody pants for pete's sake!"

"YN," The man in an expensive suit pressed his hands together in a pleading motion. "You are an important piece to this band. You're going to help get One Direction on the map. The band is counting on you--your fans are counting on you." Richard tries to reason.

"Our music is what matters, as a band. And if our fans really are our fans, they wouldn't care what I wear." YN still has her arms crossed over herself when a smirk tugs it's way on her lips. "Matter of fact, why don't we see what the boys think of m'outfit? Hhm?"

Before Richard could get another word out, the stubborn girl snatches the hanger off the rack and stalks her way out the tent. The rest of the band were all hanging out around the red van that would be used in the shoot. They were laughing and kicking around a soccer ball when they see YN quickly approaching them in a bathroom robe with Richard trailing behind her.

"Mate, why aren't yeh dressed yet?" Louis asks, kicking the ball up with and catching it with his hands.

"Oh, just came to give Niall his outfit for the shoot." She tosses the tiny, red, two piece at the blonde lad.

Liam takes the scraps of clothing and tries to de-tangle all the strings. "Wha' the bloody hell is this?"

"S'an eye patch." Zayn laughs, bringing one of the bikini triangles up to his eye.

"Is this what they want you to where?" Harry furrows his eyebrows.

"Like hell you are." Louis turns his attention to Richard who has an arm across his chest while his other hand pinches his nose. "She's not wearin' tha'."

"Every girl in Los Angeles are wearing them. The views you will lads are going to get will be off the charts. Not to mention the exposure you'll receive now that we're in the States."

"Oh trust me, if m'wearin' this, they'll be plenty exposed." And while he chuckles along with the rest of the band behind her, Harry feels his chest heat up in anger. As much as he would secretly love to see her in the bathing suit, he's absolutely furious that they want to force her to wear something so revealing. She's not just a piece of meat to be used, chewed up, and spit out for the sake of the band's publicity.

She's so much more than that.

"I'll wear it if she doesn't want to, Richy." Niall holds the skimpy bikini top to his puffed out chest, his lips dramatically pouted.

Her stylist pipes up from behind the band's management representative, "I do have a back-up outfit planned out for YN."

Richard gives the band one final look, stopping at YN's fiesty, challenging raised eyebrow. He lets out a deep sigh and a dismissive wave of his hand as he walks away. "Emma, get her dressed in whatever you like. We've already wasted too much time on this and we're losing sunlight."

And with that, YN puts on a satisfied smile before spinning on her heel to face the band. "Well done, lads. See yeh lot in a bit."

She gathers the scraps of fabric from Niall's body before Louis and Zayn fully tie it around his back, giving the Irish guy's head a playful shove.

Before she begins to walk back to the tent, she feels a gentle hand on hers.

"Hey, y'alright?" Harry softly questions.

YN doesn't know why she gets little butterflies flapping around in her tummy, but she decides to ignore them and give her band mate a sly smirk. "M'good. The bikini was kinda hot though, wouldn't mind wearin' it to be honest. Just not for this. Maybe when we actually have a holiday here in Malibu, yeah?"

And Harry's super grateful that she leaving promptly after that so that she doesn't see the heat rise to his cheeks.

It's not long until YN and the rest of the boys are all walking along the edge of the shore, singing along to the track as they face the camera.

Other clips in the music video show the band further into the water, trying to beat one of the growing waves.

Another shows Louis throwing her over his shoulder and chucking her in the water.

A clip where they are all running down the white porch steps with bright smiles, YN in the middle.

When the band and the extras (both guys and girls) are gathered around the campfire, Harry gets Niall to 'comically' fall in between YN and another guy with him.

And then the inevitable bridge comes on. YN is paired up with the same actor guy from before to sing her part. Harry has to stand off to the side and watch his crush as she has to get up close and personal with him, bumping noses with the bloke in the way he wishes she could do with him.

But Harry has to admit, his ego is through the roof when after the director yells cut! she's quick to not only put some distance between her and the guy, but walks over to Harry's side.

And when she leans over to him and giggles her next words, he can't help the goofy smile spreading over his lips.

"S'like the bloke's never heard of mint gum before."

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[zaceouiswriting]

The new guy

Characters: Sean Walcott x male reader, Liam Dunbar x Ethan, and Aiden Steiner, mentioned Theo Raeken

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: None

You leaned against your locker, not hearing a word Liam said to you. All your attention was on someone behind him. You could only see Liam gesticulating wildly out of the corner of your eye. Until he lightly hit your arm. It snapped you out of your daydream.

“What’s wrong with you?” Liam asked you, irate. The only thing you could remember was him complaining about his boyfriends treating him like a child. In your opinion, if he didn't want to be treated like a child, he shouldn't act like one. “Is it the new guy?” he suddenly asked you.

You gave him a dismissive look and averted your gaze, but your flushed cheeks told Liam enough. Even without it, he was never one to give in easily.

“His name is Theo. He is 173 cm tall. He has dark brown hair and sapphire blue eyes. He is bisexual and has dated a girl named Amanda and two guys, Josh and Eric.”

You stared at your friend in amazement as he casually listed everything there was to know about that stranger.

“Do you also know what underwear he wears?”

“Calvin Klein, black with white edges.”

As you move your head to look at the guy again, you can see that there is no way to see his underwear like that.

“How?"

Only a second after you asked that question, Liam looks up from his phone with a raised eyebrow. It answers all your questions. Although he can't sit still for long and has massive anger issues, Liam can also be obsessive. If he wants to know something, he will find out. Even if only so he can put it aside and switch between dozens of different activities again.

Before you can say anything else, he hands you his phone. There are dozens of pictures of the new guy: Shirtless, some even in just his underwear, and two where he is fully naked. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. His chiseled body, broad shoulders, thick pecs, and thighs captivate you.

"He's literally the hottest guy I've ever-"

“What are you two talking about?” a voice suddenly asked you from behind.

The voice startled you so much that you threw the phone. You didn't even have to turn around to know who was behind you.

Turning around, you wanted to lie, but when you saw the phone in your boyfriend's hand as he smiled dangerously at you, all that came out was a loud gulp.

Behind your boyfriend Sean were Ethan and Aiden, Liam's boyfriends. At first, Liam didn't see them. But when he realized what was going on, his face turned pale because he knew he was in deep shit. You could see him trying to escape, but his boyfriends were faster. When they caught him, they brought Liam to your side.

Liam and you stood on one side, while your boyfriend and his two stood on the other side looking at the pictures of the new guy on Liam's phone.

"So this is your new "history" obsession?" Ethan asked mockingly, looking down at Liam's phone in Sean's hands.

“Yes, but-“

"Liam," an annoyed voice similar to Ethan's said warningly. It was Aiden's voice, and he was clearly fed up. "Why? You already have the two of us." He pointed aggressively towards his brother and himself.

"Nobody knew anything about him, and he never wanted to tell anyone. I just couldn't. It was getting on my nerves," Liam confessed quietly.

Aiden's annoyed expression softened, obviously knowing how his boyfriend could take it. Even his brother mockingly nudged him for being too soft, but Aiden didn't go down to his brother's level, at least not where everyone could see them.

Just as relief washed over you, a strange feeling came with it. When you looked around, you saw your boyfriend glaring at you. Without a word that needed to be said, you knew it was your moment to be questioned.

“So you think he’s hotter than me?” Sean asked you, clearly unhappy with the words you’d used.

After taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes briefly and composed yourself. When you opened them again, your resolve was strong again. “We both know you're hot, a nine and a half out of ten, but this new guy? He is a ten out of ten, literally, the perfect picture of the American boy.”

Sean just shook his head, smiling softly. He knows your likes and dislikes in bed and normal life. When he saw the guy's pictures, especially the naked ones, he knew he was more your type than him.

“His last name is Raeken,” he said, his voice monotone. “He moved here with his parents after his sister died a month ago. He doesn't want to make friends here because he is still plagued by grief. He’s on our lacrosse and football teams while maintaining good grades.”

You were freaked out because he knew more about him than even Liam, and he's a master stalker. Sean was easily approachable because of his boyish face and charm. Theo probably spoke to him on the first day. Your boyfriend has this aura of peace and wisdom around him, perhaps because he's been through a lot. After all, he narrowly escaped death the night a burglar silently killed his entire family. That's why it didn't even surprise you that someone with Theo's past told Sean and no one else. After all, to you, he was the perfect boyfriend, a gentleman.

“If you’d like, I could ask him to meet with us.”

“What?“

“Theo has already shown interest in you. He asked me about you after training last week. When I told him you are with me, he looked sad and apologized profusely. He wanted to ask you out.”

For a moment, you thought you were in a dream. You looked between all of your friends and then at Theo, who tried to look at you discreetly, but after your eyes met for a second, he quickly averted his nervous gaze.

“No,” you said unconvincingly, “I am with you and would never give into desire.”

With a strange smile you've never seen on your boyfriend's face, Sean comes up to you and pulls you into a warm hug.

“It’s okay,” he told you ominously. He gently intertwined his hand with yours, leading you away from your friends. But somehow, you had a strange feeling that something was about to happen that could destroy something you hold dear.

[Masterlist]

#x male reader #male reader #teen wolf #teen wolf x male reader #liam dunbar #Aiden Steiner #Ethan Steiner #Liam Dunbar x Ethan Steiner #Liam Dunbar x Aiden Steiner #male reader x Sean Walcott #Sean Walcott

[myocsfanfictions]

South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

MASTERLIST

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Chapter 21

V's bachelorette party went very well. Desna went with her and Fiona to a night club. They had danced, drank and laughed.

Desna loved when V and Fiona brought her with them. She felt older. An adoult. And for some reason she even felt prettier and more confident.

They walked back home, but since the day after V and Kev would have gotten married, Desna and V would have slept to the Gallaghers, to not let Kev see the bride.

When they got inside the house, no one was at home. Carl was with Lip at the Alibi, for Kev's bachelor party. For what Desna remembered, Ian was at Kesh's house, for their date. And Debbie and Liam were at Sheila's, so that they wouldn't spend the night alone.

"V," Fiona said to her friend, "You sleep with me? Desna can sleep in Debbie's room," V agreed as she walked up the stairs, "That's fine by me. Des?"

"Sure," she answered following the other two upstairs. It didn't take long for Desna to fall asleep. By the time she had taken her dress off and her face hitting the pillow, she fell in a deep sleep. She never woke up. And her sleep had been dreamless, but peaceful anyway.

When she woke up, the next morning, Desna could hear some faint voices from downstairs, but she could not understand what they were saying. She got up, looking around. She needed something to cover herself. She had forgotten her pijamas.

When she opened the door, to look in the corridor, she noticed Lip getting out of his room. She smiled seeing him. He clearly got an hungover. But even in his conditions, ge had noticed her on the door.

"I've really drank too much," he said with a smirk, eyeing her from head to toe. Clearly liking see her wearing only her bra and panties.

Desna giggled as she walked towards him, with crossed arms. "I defenately can say that."

Lip's eyebrows rose, "That bad?"

Desna touched his forehead, "You tell me, Pil," he chuckled. Someone had wrote his name backwards on his forehead. He didn't even washed it away the night before. He must have been wasted.

"And what are you doing here?" He asked taking another good look at her, "Seducing me?"

She laughed, "I was hoping more on a shirt," Desna said.

"How cruel," he said, "Wait here," Desna looked at him as he get back in his room. Lip didn't take long before getting back with one of his shirts.

"Thank you," she said happily, but he took it out of her reach. "Can I have a kiss first?" He smirked. And even if she would have liked to tease him a bit, Desna really wanted to kiss him. So with a smile, she circled his neck with her arms, before crushing her lips to his. She heard Lip smirk against her, before hugging her waist, deepening the kiss. Desna's fingers went to his hair, loving the way Lip kissed her.

"I'm maid of honor and I don't know you had a brother," Fiona's voice got Desna attention, making her break the kiss.

"What is it?" Asked Lip with a frown, but Desna shushed him.

"There's a reason for that," she heard Kev. Desna got closer to the stairs.

"He bust out of preason?" Fiona asked.

"Last night," Kev answered.

"Oh shit," Desna muttered. Lip got more confused.

"What was he in for?" Fiona was asking sitting on the couch, with a cup of coffee in her hand. Desna could already see the distress on V's face as she paced the livingroom wearing only her bra and underwear.

"Aggravated assault, larceny and arson," V answered angrily.

"Arson?" Lip asked from behind Desna, as they made their way down the stairs, "Who you talking about?"

"V's brother," Desna answered, and then she walked to the chair to sit down.

"Oh, is that, like a sibling brother, or a black-guy brother?" Lip asked confused, making Desna glare at him.

"Remember the fire at Curves in the mall?" V started to say, putting her clothes back on, "That was him," Lip turned to Desna, that nodded. She still remembered that day. It had been hell.

"He loves setting fire to things," V kept explaining, "And he hates women. It was the perfect storm," Fi had wide eyes, while Lip had lit up a cigarette, walking towards where Desna was, taking a sit on the arm of the chair she was sit on.

"He's nuts." Kev exclaimed and Desna did not feel to disagree. He was not a presence she felt very comfortable with, "Serious, he's nuts. He came at me. I had to fight my ass off."

Desna's eyes widened, "You okay?"

"Yes, babe," Kev answered, before keep telling his story. "Then one time I'm having a brew, he came up to me; all: 'Ass cunt fuck!' on me."

Fiona frowned, "Is he retarded?"

"He's got Tourette," answered Desna.

"Yeah, coupled with bipolar disorder and drinking problem," V added, "He's a shrink's wet dream."

Desna and Lip shared a look.

"What do we do now?" Desna asked turning to V.

"Kick his ass back to prison," exclaimed the woman, "You know this, Des. If there's one person you can always count on to fuck things up, it's Marty." Desna nodded her head, silently. "I'm going to talk to him," she said, gesturing to Kev to follow her.

"I'm coming too." Fiona said standing up.

"What do I do?" Desna asked.

"You stay here," V said as they walked towards the door. "He's far too agitated."

"Alright," Desna muttered, looking at the door closing. Then she stood up.

"Is it bad?" Asked Lip with brow raised as he blew out some smoke.

Desna shrugged her shoulders, "I wouldn't say 'bad', but surely is an inconvenience."

V wanted nothing but to spend a good daw for her wedding, and she really didn't want anything to ruin it. But Marty could be really stubborn and since he had broke out of preason they rather had to convince him to turn himself in, or call the police. And everything before that afternoon.

"Hey," Lip said, taking her hand so that she could look at him, "It's going to be fine," he assured her, his hands on her hips, "And we are going to have so much fun tonight."

She let out a little giggle. She barely could wait for Lip to see her dress.

"Yes?" He asked pulling her close to give her neck a quick kiss.

"Yes," she answered pulling back, "But go take a shower. I really can't take you seriously with 'Pil' on your forehead."

He chuckled, his lips pecked hers, "Alright. Eat something." She nodded as he walked towards the stairs. Then Desna went to the kitchen to eat some cereal with a cup of milk. In the mean time both Ian and Carl had woken up.

"Hello, gorgeous," said Carl, still wearing the clothes from the days before.

"Hello, Carl," she answered pushing the pack of cereal to him. "Did you have fun yesterday?"

He nodded, "There were strippers." Desna nodded, "I really don't wanna know," then she got up to get closer to Ian.

"What are you doing here?" She asked on a whisper, "I thought you had a date."

Ian looked at her, after making sure that his brother was busy with something else.

"It was too strange," he muttered, "In his room. His and his wife's room. And with all the pictures of their sons."

"That's awkward," Desna could not find it difficoult to believe thst Ian had decided to ran away. "What are you planning on doing now?"

Ian shook his head, "I don't know." Desna smiled affectionstely, before going on her tiptoes, to kiss Ian on the cheek.

"You'll figure it out," she said as he nodded looking at her, "And if you think about calling things off, you're handsome, I'm sure all the boys in Chicago wants to have their way with you."

Ian let out a chuckle before kissing her temple.

After that, Desna decided to go upstairs to wash and change herself. When she reached the top, she saw Lip in his room. He was wearing only his jeans and he was drying his hsir with a towel.

"You like what you see?" He asked noticing her on the door frame.

"You know I like it," Lip chuckled, looking at her. "I like it too."

Desna shook her head, before heading back to the bathroom. Since they decided to get back at their situationship, Desna could feel that there was something different between them. But she really did not want to ask anything. She wanted to enjoy Lip's attentions. Lip became restless everytime she had tried to ask what he felt for her, so she decided to wait.

After having washed up, she went back to Debbie's room to take her belongings. But when she entered, her eyes went to her phone. She had recieved a message. Curiously she took her phone in her hand, and opened the notification.

Hi.

It said only that. Desna looked up at the number, but it was written 'Unknown'. Who could that be?

"Des, you want my pants, so you don't have to put yesterday dress on?" Lip had entered, making her turn to the door. "You okey?" He asked with a frown. He was too intelligent to miss anything.

"Just a message," she said. And that seemed to get him curious as he got close.

"From who?"

"It's unknown," she answered with a shrug of her shoulders, heanding the phone to him, "Probably they got the wrong number."

He read the message, before frown again, "Could have said more."

"Or not," she said taking the phone back, "I really don't want a dirty text from a stranger."

That made him chuckle, "And from me?"

She pushed him playfully, "Stop it," she sid with a laugh, "I want to go see if V and Kev need help with Marty."

He nodded his head, "Cool," he said, "Let's go."

After she got ready, pulling some of Lip's clothes on, Desna was ready to go out. Lip went with her as he promised and Carl had decided to go with them. But when they arrived at Desna's house, they caught Fiona, V and Kev holding a ladder, where Debbie had climbed to look inside the house.

"Call the cops on my own brother?" V was saying, "It's always like this. Nobody can be center of attention. It's always gotta be about him," then she yelled, "You should be in a nuthouse!"

"What's going on?" Lip asked with a frown.

"Veronica's brother is threatening to burn the place down," Fiona expalined to them.

"What?" Exclaimed Desna.

"Cool," said Carl from in front of her, that decided to ignore him.

"He's saying that he's gonna light thr dress and the shit-sack house on fire," Debbie said from above them.

"Oh shit," Desna muttered, sharing a look with V and Kev.

"What a shit-sack?" Debbie asked with a frown.

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[letthemusicmoveyou28]

Fics written in 2023 by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

2023 was the year I rediscovered my love of writing fanfic! Thank you to every one of you that shared this journey with me. I’m looking forward to finding out what 2024 holds.

Below the cut are all the works I posted or updated this year!

*Complete Works*

Your Page was Blank But I Read It ~ (fic post)

3k, E, Harry/Louis

(Or the one where Harry is having some doubts after the Grammys, and Louis is there to squash those for him).

Wanna Feel the Edges Start to Burn ~ (fic post)

6k, E, Harry/Louis, Mpreg

(Or the one where Louis has a meltdown in front of a stranger, but it turns out better than he ever could have dreamed).

With the Bomb Lighting ~ (fic post)

4k, E, Harry/Louis

(Or the one where Harry is doing Zoom interviews to promote his new album, but his time management skills are lacking. Louis is the writer interviewing Harry for Rolling Stone when he accidentally gets an eye full. They figure it out).

Cause You’re My Sunshine Baby ~ (fic post)

4k, E, Harry/Louis, Mpreg

(Or the one where Harry is self conscious performing for the first time after finding out he’s pregnant. Luckily Louis is there to make it better).

It’s Only Sunny Cause the Planet’s Dying ~ (fic post)

13k, E, Harry/Louis

(Or the one where Louis is a thief and a con-artist who’s used to getting what he wants, using any means necessary. And Harry is is the straight-laced detective who might just be tired of always doing the right thing).

Let Me Taste Your Silhouette ~ (fic post)

4k, E, Harry/Louis

(Or the one where Harry accidentally posts a picture to his main Instagram story instead of only to his close friends, and he just happens to be wearing a 28 Official Programme shirt. Louis happens to notice).

Hold You With My Hands Tied ~ (fic post)

12k, E, Harry/Louis, A/B/O

(Or the one where Omega Harry loses his bakery job and is forced to take a temporary position bartending at a local BDSM club. It turns out to be not so bad. Especially when he catches the eye of the owner Louis, who also happens to be a gorgeous Alpha).

Wearing You Like Clothes ~ (fic post)

5K, E, Harry/Louis, A/B/O

(Or the one where Omega Louis accidentally locks himself out of his flat in only his underwear. Embarrassingly help comes in the form of Harry, the beautiful Alpha that lives down the hall. It turns out alright in the end).

Wanna Make Your Body Numb - (fic post)

3k, E, Harry/Louis, A/B/O

(Or the one where Omega Harry is still thriving as the bartender at Alpha Louis’ BDSM club. All the while Louis is helping Harry discover his own submissive side. Harry decides he’s ready for a public scene).

Chew You Up Like Candy ~ (fic post)

4k, E, Harry/Louis, A/B/O (alpha/alpha)

(Or the one where Alpha Harry falls down a Reddit hole, that leads him to discover a few new kinks he never knew he had. It also leads him to Louis, an Alpha unlike any other Harry’s ever met. Louis’ more than happy to help Harry explore his new interests).

Slow Dance With the Tension ~ (fic post)

666 words, M, Harry/Louis, Magic AU

(Or the one where having a powerful witch for a husband is all fun and games until he decides to be a brat).

Got My Chaos Automatic ~ (fic post)

3k, E, Louis/Liam/Zayn

(Or the one where Louis comes home from tour feeling exhausted, yet antsy. Luckily, Liam and Zayn are there to put him back together).

Stuck in Midnight Traffic ~ (fic post)

3k, M, Harry/Louis

(Or the one where two broken people meet in an empty tube car on Christmas Eve. Can they find a way to heal each other?)

We Can Roll in the Darkness ~ (fic post)

29k, E, Harry/Louis & Zayn/Liam, Advent

(Or the one where Louis and his best mate Niall decide to take the plunge and open a pub. The goal is to open Christmas Day, but the building renovations are proving trickier than expected. Insert: a construction company with a questionable name, a certain curly haired builder who catches Louis’ attention, and a little festive chaos along the way).

*WIPS*

K.Y.L.I.S. (Kill Your Local Indie Softboy) ~ (fic post)

Ch: 1/?, 4k, Harry/Louis, Bodyguard AU

(Or the one where Louis is an up and coming Indie artist embarking on his first American tour. The only problem? He's getting anonymous death threats. Harry is former military and now works for a private security firm often known for coloring outside the lines of the law. He's hired to protect Louis during his tour. They have a rocky start.)

One Prize I’d Cheat to Win ~ (fic post)

Ch: 5/?, 31k, Harry/Louis

(Or the one where Louis is a high end escort who swindles rich men out of their money and Harry Styles is not like any man he's ever tried to con).

You Love This Dying Part of Me ~ (fic post)

Ch:1/?, 10k, Harry/Louis, Vampire AU

(Or the one where Vampire Louis has stopped bothering with human emotions. But that could all change when a certain human Barista named Harry catches his eye. Unfortunately, Louis’ enemies have also taken notice).

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[thesillestluxeandcastiel]

Don't!

Cordell Walker x Suicidal!Child!Reader

Author summary: Reader suffers from self harm and Cordell is blind enough to ignore the warning signs untill they fully try to commit.

Tw: Cursing, Heavy agnst, Heavy Fluff, Self harm mention, and Suicide mention.

S/C = Selected Clothes

W/J = Wanted Job

So, here we are folks! As much as I'd like to send all of you to therapy myself, I cannot. As someone who struggles with the same things, if you can, PLEASE get help. Either that, or call the suicide and self harm prevention hotline. (988) thank you for listening to my rant as someone who goes through the same things, and has lost quite a few people from these things.

Also, the x reader (romantic) will be out shortly. Probably the same storyline, just adjusted.

Thank you for reading my rant lovelies. Looks like I've kept you long enough, so let's get movin on, shall we?

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You groaned softly as you woke up. Smelling Grandma and Grandpas 'famous' bacon. You smiled, and got up. Quickly realizing the blade you had used yesterday was still left on your counter. 'Shit, shit what if dad saw? What if August saw? Stella?!' You thought, rushing over to lock it in one of your drawers. You sighed, hoping it was none of the above.

See, you were the middle child. August was the youngest, and Stella was the oldest. Obviously, you were different. Y/n Walker. 'What a wonderful name,' You thought sarcastically as you got up to look into the mirror. Last night you had only worn a S/C and some underwear, so you lifted up the sleeves of your S/Cto see the damage.

'Holy shit. That...that might be permanent.' You thought as you stared at self-inflicted scars with wide eyes. Then, suddenly Stella bursted into your room. "Hey, dad sent me in here to wake you- oh your already up!" She smiled at you. You quickly pulled down your sleeves, smiling back at her. "Yes Ms Blue, I am. Nowww I would like to get dressed, if you don't mind." You retorted, smiling and leaning your head towards the door. She groaned, and walked out the door with a smile.

'Now, what the fuck do I wear to hide all this shit?' You thought, staring at yourself in the mirror again.

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You had chosen a simple sweater and jeans. Also a belt. Only problem was it was a very hot day in Texas, so you were sweating bullets. Especially because you were doing chores with your dad.

Cordell quickly noticed something was wrong with your outfit. It was what, 90 degrees? Why are you wearing a sweater??

"Yknow, it might be easier if you just took the sweater off, N/n." He stated, focusing on carving the new post just right.

You bit your lip and mentally panicked because what the fuck were you supposed to say?

"Uh- well, it's my favorite sweater so... I'll just wear it for now!" You knew that wouldn't keep your father away for too long, especially sense it's... Him. But he brushed it off for now, making conversations here and there as he worked. You let out a quiet sigh of relief.

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You sat down at the dinner table. Luckily, no one was here currently so you could just relax for once. You sighed, and put your head into your hands, rubbing your temples. 'Today has been one hell of a day,' you thought, chuckling slightly. Then, you felt a figure slide into the chair in front of you. You looked up to see a very serious Liam staring back at you.

"N/n." He started, staring at your arms. Then, the anxiety rushed to your head, fearful of what he could've found.

"Do you mind explaining," he started, and then whipped out your journal and slammed it onto the table. "This? And don't play dumb with me, I read it. All of it." He explained, staring at you with worried eyes.

"U-uncle liam, i-" you started, tearing up. Quickly, you forced the tears back down. After mom, you promised yourself you wouldn't cry.

"I, uhm, have been struggling, a lot recently. As you probably read." You stated, motioning at the journal. He nodded.

"I understand that, but talk to one of us. Me, Your grandpa, hell, does your dad even know?" He asked, staring at you with concerned, but angry/disappointed eyes. Suddenly, Cordell walked in.

"Do I know what?" He asked, looking between you and Liam.

You looked at Liam with 'please, I'll tell him on my own time. Just don't do this!' Eyes, holding a breath. Liam sighed.

"Oh, uhm nothing much. Just discussing career paths with N/n over here. Yknow, it's crazy, they told me they want to work at a w/j!" He responded smiling quickly to cover the act, and you sighed a heavy sigh of relief. He probably got that from your journal. You smiled and looked at your father, nodding.

Cordell shrugged. He knew something was up, but it couldn't be Serious enough that his brother would lie to him about his own kid, right? He smiled, and went to sit next to you.

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It was, what? 3:30 am and here you are. Having a panic attack over cutting yourself. Again. 'Screw it, I'm ending this. Tonight.' You thought, sneaking out of your room quickly and quietly,  trying not to make a lot of noise to wake anyone. Successfully, you had made it out the door.

See, Y/n walker didn't take special classes for nothing. You pulled a little trick, and managed to grab the keys for the mercadi on the way out. You grabbed them carefully, turning on the car and speeding off. Did you even have a license yet? 'No, but who the hell cares!' You thought speeding off. Little did you know, August had seen the whole thing.

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"Dad, DAD! wake up!" Stella shook her dad awake, he groaned and turned over to look at her.

He coughed and sat up, blankets still around him. "Yes, Yes Stella what's up? Why must you wake a tired ranger at, 4:00 in the morning?" He asked, yawning.

"Y/n is gone! August told me he saw them drive off with the mercadi! Dad, they don't even have a license!" She practically yelled at him.

"THEYRE WHAT?!" he yelled, springing out of bed quickly. He ran and put his ranger equipment on quickly, before returning back in front of Stella.

"Stella, listen." He crouched down in front of her. "They'll be okay, we'll find them I promise alright? Now, you go grab August and get him in the car." Stella nodded quickly, running out of the room to go grab August. Truth be told, he was worried. Enough of his family had died already. 'No no, no dark thoughts right now, N/n is more important. ' he thought, and nervously stepped out of the room, practically running downstairs and outside into the car.

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There you were, just peacefully sitting on the not so safe side of the railing. You took a deep breath in of fresh air, staring down at the busy street below you. 'I could just jump now, what am I waiting for?' You thought, and slowly wiggled your way off the edge. Starting to fall, untill a hand grabbed you back. You looked confused, turning around you saw August.

"August?! Wha- what are you doing here?" You asked nervously. Staring at your brothers worried face.

"Oh I don't know, I'm here because I'm not gonna let my sibling KILL THEMSELVES?! DAD! STELLA! HELP!" He yelled.

'Shit, shit, shit. This is not good, holy fuck.' You thought, letting go of his hand. "August, just let me go. I don't have to be a burden anymore." You said, staring at him with upset eyes as you teared up.

"Wha- NO! DAD- STELLA, PLEASE!" he yelled again, grabbing your hand tighter and trying to pull you up untill eventually your dad and Stella bursted through the door. Staring at you dangling off the edge. Cordell looked at you with shock, his mouth making a small O shape. Stella immediately started to tear up, covering her mouth with her hands.

"Uh, a little HELP, please?" August yelled at them, untill they snapped out of their trance. Quickly, you tried to wiggle your way out of August's grasp, but it was no use, as Cordell had a hold of your hand now, along with Stella.  Quickly, you were pulled over the railing. You broke down, watching them all stare at you like some kind of lab experiment. Then, Cordell hugged you, as tight as he could.

You gasped, staring into his chest. Then, August joined the hug, along with Stella.

Shortly after they let go, and Cordell crossed his arms, staring down at you. "I think I can speak for all of us when I say, don't do this again, N/n. We love you. What would this family be like without you? You can always talk to any of us, you know that, right?" He asked, almost crying himself.

"I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I just didn't wanna be a burden.." You sobbed out. He sighed, and smiled at you.

"Well, let's take you somewhere where you aren't a burden then. Let's go home, okay?" He asked, smiling down at you. You smiled back, and nodded, still crying.

And eventually, maybe you would get better. Maybe, just maybe, you could actually get better.

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Originally written from wattpad, so if you recognize this from that you know who I am now!

1627 words! My best so far 😈

Bonus: Cordell watched you intently as you emptied your drawers for anything sharp as he held out his hand. You groaned and handed them to him. He frowned softly. "Yknow we all love you, right?" We're all here. Even if your grandpa seems like.. A meanie sometimes, even he'd listen about this. Okay?" He asked. You nodded, tearing up again. He smiled softly. "Alright, alright." He hugged you tightly, and for once, you hugged him back.

#cordell walker #cordell walker x reader #comfort #agnst #fluff #heavy angst #awareness #988lifeline #therapy #x reader #sweetness #sweet #fatherly love #platonic #platonic relationships #sillyposting #silly little guy #silly guy #so silly #silly #luxelorienfanfic

[blouisparadise]

Since there are too many amazing BL canon fics to count, we decided to make a third part to our canon rec list. You can find the part one here and part two here. Happy reading!

1) Just A Trim | Explicit | 2260 words

The one where Harry gets a haircut, and Louis, along with the rest of the world, loses his mind.

2) Lips Are Like The Galaxy’s Edge | Explicit | 2360 words

Harry licks over Louis’ hole slowly, deliberately, and his tongue is like velvet and Louis’ skin is burning at every junction where Harry touches him and it’s all so good he thinks he might cry. He licks a few more times, moaning softly like he’s relishing the taste of Louis and that’s just, well, fuck.

3) What’s Yours Is Mine (What’s Mine Is Ours) | Explicit | 2982 words

Prompt: Something about Louis always waiting until the last minute to pack his bag for tour so one time Harry does it for him and then they’re thousands of miles away by the time Louis figures out Harry hasn’t actually packed anything useful. Whether it’s because Harry is just genuinely useless at packing for other people or because he wants Louis to be forced to wear his clothes is up in the air. Also Louis refusing to wear Harry’s clothes out of pure spite until Harry makes it up to him.

4) A Touch Of Your Love | Explicit | 3856 words

Harry’s physical training has been intense. He wakes up before the sun to run. He spends long hours in the gym boxing and lifting weights.

Louis usually likes working out with Harry when they’re on tour, and even now he enjoys going on a run or boxing a bit with Harry. But Harry hasn’t seemed to stop moving since he accepted the role in Dunkirk. And it’s not that Louis always needs to be the center of Harry’s attention, but he very much wants to be. 

5) Power Inside | Explicit | 5861 words

Louis wrinkles his nose and pokes Harry again. “You want a baby,” he repeats.

Again, Harry frowns. “Uh, yeah, Lou, I want a baby. So do you.”

Where is this even going. Harry honestly has no clue.

Abruptly, Louis stops frowning and practically throws himself off of Harry, splaying himself out on his side of the bed, arms spread wide. “Okay. Let’s make a baby, then.”

Can eyebrows get permanently attached to a hairline? Harry has a feeling he’s going to find out. “You do realize - ” he starts.

“Yes, Harry, I realize,” Louis says, stroking his fingers over the inside of his own thigh, ruking his shorts up. “You gonna shut up about it and give me a baby or am I gonna have to go out and find someone else to fulfill my deepest desires?”

He’s a nutjob. He’s a complete nutjob. Harry’s in love with a complete nutjob.

6) Heart Beats Slow (I Wish You) | Explicit | 6011 words

“These,” Louis pauses with a half-eaten toast in his hand and a stale bite of buttery bread still in his mouth, he feels like choking on it, “are girl’s pants. Why would I look good in girl’s pants? Do you not like my current choice in underwear or what?”

7) Want It All The Time, Need It Every Day | Explicit | 6306 words

Louis visits LA a week before the boys head to Australia for On The Road Again.

He and Harry have some catching up to do.

8) You Drive Me Wild (You Know You Do) | Explicit | 6632 words

Their management informs them that they have an interview right before the ARIAs, and it isn't until he's in a suit, seated on a couch between Liam and Zayn, that he gets the idea.

The interviewer, Angus, smiles at them, right before the cameras roll on, and a metaphorical light bulb goes off inside Louis' head. He's perfect. Well, not as perfect as Harry, but enough. He's attractive, attractive enough to drive Harry crazy, and he doesn't even think of the consequences of his actions, just decides right then. It's all Harry's fault anyway. Louis should be allowed to have a little fun.

9) I’m Broken, Do You Hear Me? | Explicit | 6957 words

Louis starts acting weird and distant around Harry, and it takes Harry a little while to put together what's wrong. When he finally does, he's determined to help Louis see just how much he loves every piece of him.

10) Glimpse Of The Silhouettes | Explicit | 7181 words

Harry isn't sure what the rules are for this. It's hard to believe that there are any, that's there's a handbook just waiting for him to buy: why is my best mate getting hard in my lap when I touch his arse?

11) Call Me Shallow But I’m Only Getting Deeper | Explicit | 7367 words

The one where Louis is a brat so Harry spanks him with a riding crop.

12) I’m An Addict Of Magic, And I Need My Fix | Explicit | 7994 words

Harry surprises Louis in Los Angeles while Louis is there on tour. Smut ensues of course and Harry goes a little overboard with marking Louis up with hickies. Louis ends up having to wear a turtleneck onstage to hide all of the marks littered around his neck and body.

13) Under the Vanilla Sky | Explicit | 8006 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Who the hell wears a hat like that on a yacht?  That's one of the things Louis thinks when he sees Harry from across the deck of the most expensive, ridiculous boat he's ever been on.  He also thinks he'd like to get closer.  Just to see what's under those aviators.  Just to verify that, yes, in fact, those white swim trunks might be a little see-through when wet.  Just to see if someone could really be that hot in real life.  On a yacht.  In the Caribbean sea just off the coast of St. Barts. 

Here's what really happened on that yacht.

14) Reminiscing The Other Day | Explicit | 8317 words

Harry's invited to a wedding, and there's only so much Louis can hide.

15) Anything Goes | Explicit | 10275 words

Harry probably shouldn't be amused that Louis has a death grip on his hand and is dragging away from an event that, you know, they should be at. And he still probably shouldn't have that god awful smirk plastered to his face when Louis shoves him into the bathroom and steps in before locking the door.

16) The Sweat On Your Skin | Explicit | 11014 words

Louis is certain there's no better way to come down from a post-gym high than a naked romp in the bed with his favorite workout partner.

17) Cut To The Bone | Explicit | 11133 words

Harry celebrates his birthday in Japan. Louis stays with him.

18) Fumbling in the Dark | Explicit | 21599 words

Louis is straight, Harry is not. They still shag a lot.

19) Another Day Gettin’ Into Trouble | Explicit | 25619 words

Harry’s drunk when the idea occurs to him. He’s also a pop star, so sometimes his drunk ideas turn into actual things instead of just ideas. The clone-a-willy kit is one of them.

In Harry’s defense, when he first thinks about it his intention is just to buy the kit and give it to Louis to make his own dildo with, because that’s what he wants anyway, right? To have a penis filling him up?

Then he realizes that it would be weird if Louis made a copy of his own dick to fuck himself with. It’d be super weird. Louis fucking himself? That’s a weird idea. Harry’s pretty sure Louis wouldn’t like that.

Clearly the only solution here is to use his own dick for the mold.

20) Something In The World Today | Explicit | 48027 words

It shouldn’t be a surprise, the first time that Louis drops to his knees in front of Harry. It shouldn’t be, because it’s been something that Louis has needed for a long time. It shouldn’t be, because he’s been crawling out of his skin for weeks on end. It shouldn’t be, because Harry always makes him feel better. It shouldn’t be, because he’s needed this even when he didn’t know that he needed it.

Somehow, it still is.

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[manorpunk]

(part three)

Tucked away in a sleepy corner of central Michigan, an abandoned mall had been transformed into the town of Webersberg. The crumbling ceiling above the concourses had been stripped, making a cluster of closely-packed buildings, and the expansive walkways exposed to the elements were now lined with trees and raised gardens. The empty boutiques had been repurposed into dormitories, offices, a clinic, a school, and a few simple stores. There was something humbling about it, like a medieval village sheltered beneath the ruins of a Roman basilica. One might wonder if the mall was happier now in its new incarnation, if it preferred to be filled with life rather than than gold.

Liam did not wonder. He lived there, and he found it stultifying. He hated living in a fishbowl, always going to the same places with the same people, few of whom cared to give him the time of day. He hated knowing that there was a whole world out there and he was stuck out in the manors[1]. He hated the maudlin isolation of being the only queer kid who hadn’t gotten the hell out of Webersberg, and most of all he hated knowing that he could get out too if he wasn’t a coward.

He had this conversation with himself every morning, and he knew that if he stayed in bed he’d just keep moping. He got up from his creaky mattress and turned toward the plywood dresser next to his bed. He took the small mirror that was sitting on top and looked at himself. He was on the pale side of white, with thin shoulders and scruffy black hair.[2] After a failed attempt to smooth down his bed-head, he set the mirror down and pulled out the top drawer of the dresser.

Tucked in the corner of the drawer behind neatly-folded socks and underwear, there was a small bottle of black nail polish that he had picked up from a GLN dole[3] a few months ago. Women usually snatched up all the cosmetics, so he was excited to get something for himself. He had daydreamed about putting it on, but there it sat, unopened and gathering dust.

There was a knock at the door. It was his father, Roy. “Liam! You decent?”

“Gimme a minute,” Liam called back. He grabbed some clothes - jeans and a plain t-shirt, clothing as neutral as water - and threw them on.

“Alright, what’s up?”

His father opened the door, grinning wide. “You good to work at the diner today?”

“It’s Thursday, isn’t it?”

“It sure is, and there’s gonna be a road-and-rail crew[4] stopping by for the day. You know what that means.”

To his dad, it meant money. His dad managed the local Denny’s, which meant that he had tricked himself into believing he was a pillar of the community, and not just another petty grinder.

“It means I’ll get harassed by drunk shitheads all day. Great. Fun,” Liam groaned. He looked at his dad, hoping for something, something like ‘I understand you don’t like it but I need the extra help,’ or ‘sorry to impose on you.’ Liam was only twenty years old and still naive like that.

“So you good to go?” his dad said.

Liam rubbed his forehead. In truth, he really didn’t have much else to do, and didn’t have any friends to hang out with. At least he wouldn’t be alone all day if he was at work. Plus, he kind of liked wearing the apron.

“Fine, whatever,” he said, feeling like he had lost a battle against himself.

The place wasn’t exactly bustling when he got there. It was still morning, and the only people there were a few old couples having breakfast, along with Kieth, the already-high line cook, nursing a cup of coffee.

“Hey dude. You alright?” Kieth asked, following Liam as he went into the kitchen.

“What gave it away?” Liam sighed.

Kieth shook his head. “I just felt your vibes. You’ve got the sads all around you. Anyway, I got some news I think’ll cheer you up. Guess who’s coming to town?”

Liam tried, but couldn’t even think of a good guess. “Who?”

“Fuckin JMR, dude.”

Liam’s sleepy eyes snapped wide open. He was suddenly breathless with excitement, so excited that his voice got higher and thinner. “Seriously?”

Keith nodded. Liam let out an excited squeak, then heard his father clear his throat behind him. He whirled around, already guessing what was coming, and his beaming smile twisted down into a rebellious frown.

“Now, son. You know how your mom feels about that man.”

“My mom thinks I’ll stop being a fag if I don’t meet other fags,” Liam spat. The words seem to burst out of him, he didn’t say them so much as he failed to keep them bottled up.

“Whoa, that’s heavy,” Kieth said.

“Kieth, shut up. Liam, listen. It’s not like that. It’s for your own protection. That man is a creep and a pervert, he-“

“God, spare me,” Liam huffed. He had finally run out of patience. His body trembled with adrenaline and pent-up anger, and it felt intoxicatingly good. “It’s all about ‘toughening me up’ and ‘making me a man’ until there’s another gay person around and then suddenly I need to be ‘protected.’ Just be honest and say you wish I wasn’t a queer.”

Kieth discreetly sipped his coffee. Roy pursed his lips and took deep, silent breaths. As far as Liam was concerned, it was an admission of guilt.

“Well? Anything to say for yourself?” Liam said.

“Hark!” A voice suddenly boomed from the dining area. It was a deep, smooth, commanding voice, the type of voice fit for a starship captain.

A man had just entered the Denny’s, a man with tan skin and dirty blond hair dressed in deliriously fancy clothing. He wore an aristocratic embroidered blue jacket with epaulets, tall black boots with stiletto heels, and form-fitting white riding pants of the style sometimes known as jodhpurs. His hair, soft and well-cared for even from a distance, was pulled back in a simple ponytail, and a short and neatly trimmed beard lined his face. Hitched to his belt, an ornate saber rested in its scabbard. He looked like an old cavalry officer or Prussian aristocrat who had somehow stumbled into the year 206X, and his name was Jacob Martin Rider - JMR for short.

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[1] ‘The manors’ is a slang term for rural areas which are generally too distant and sparsely-populated to be under the full purview of the central state authority; places where heaven is high and the emperor is far away, cf. The sticks, the boonies, the peasants, etc.

[2] You didn’t hear it from us but he looks a little like the doomer boy wojak.

[3] The ‘GLN dole’ refers to the Global Logistics Network’s practice of buying up unwanted consumer goods from distributors and distributing it amongst the manors. This effectively acts as a subsidy for (GLN-owned) distributors and lets them pretend that they’re still serious about wealth redistribution. Everyone involved wins and the GLN is duly thanked for its beneficence.

[4] Road-and-rail crews are itinerant laborers sent off to the middle of nowhere to dig up disused highways and lay down new railroad lines, hence the name. The work is physically demanding and socially isolating, but well-compensated. They have the typical reputation one would expect of itinerant laborers, i.e. drunken trouble-making shitkickers.

#manorpunk #jacob martin rider #narrative post

[itsyamutha]

Anchor ~Liam Dunbar

Synopsis: You may have a little crush on your best friend

  ~fluff~

Warnings: none

Ps. One of my wattpad stories while I write more

School had just ended it was the first day of summer. I was quite relieved school was very stressful but thank god I got a break. I was sitting in my room quite bored my mom was at work and I was home alone. An idea struck upon me, my friends I should hang out with friends. Yeah, but Stiles and Scott were practicing lacrosse, Kira was in Mexico, Isaac was In France, Corey and Mason were hanging out, and Lydia and Malia were busy the only person left was Liam. I guess I could hang out with him. I mean Liam is my best friend but recently every time I'm around him I seem to blush. I had developed a crush on him over the past school year. Being a werewolf was easy for the most part but sometimes it wasn't especially when my emotions were heightened. I haven't really hung out with Liam for a while, so I thought maybe if I hang out with him more maybe I could get over it, right? So I decided to hop in to my car and drive over to Liam's house.

Eventually I made it to his house. I got out of my car and walked up to the front door. With a little bit of hesitation I knocked on the door. A tired, 5'10, shirtless, brown haired boy answered the door. I felt my face heating up and my eyes slowly look down his toned stomach to the grey sweatpants. My eyes slowly flickered back up to face. "Y/n can you stop checking me out and get in." Liam said as he moved out of the way so I could walk in. "You're the one without a shirt." I said trying to defend myself. "It's just you here." he stated. We walked to his room, I took my shoes off and got in his bed. "So you're gonna take over my room." He said giggling. "Yup, pretty much." I stated smiling. "So what do you wanna watch?" He asked while getting in to bed next to me and handing the remote to me. "Supernatural" I smile at him. "Ugh fine but you need to learn how to watch something else. you know there's other shows out there." He said looking at me. I laughed as we laid together.

~time skip~

We were feeling a little hungry. So we decided to go get a snack. While eating I ended up spilling my Dr Pepper all over myself. "Oh it's cold, Liam I'm so sorry I'll clean it up." I said quickly. "Y/n don't worry I've got it, go to my room and change into one of my shirts and I'll put your clothes in the washing machine." Liam stated and he assured me that it was ok. "Are you sure." I questioned feeling bad. "Yes, now go change." he said giggling. I walked to his room and I put on a soft shirt, only a shirt it was long enough to cover my asś. A light knock on the door startled me. "Come in" I said in a soft tone. He slowly opened the door, his eyes widened once he saw me. He tried to play it cool.  "Hand me your clothes so I can put them in the washer." He said with a smirk😏. After that we decided to watch more Supernatural.

~time skip~

We heard the washer beep. We walked downstairs so we can switch the wet clothes into the dryer. "hold on let me go get the dryer sheets" Liam told me. As I was tossing my clothes into the dryer my ring got caught on the belt loop of my pants and flung my ring into the dryer. Without thinking I bent over to look in the dryer and reached for my ring. Liam had came back and I hadn't noticed yet.

"Oh wow ok. I just saw a whole lotta ass." he looked at me for another second before turning his head away. I quickly grabbed my ring and I stood up immediately.

"oh my God Liam I am so sorry."

Liam tossed a couple of dryer sheets in the dryer.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were wearing some cute black lacy underwear. I would've matched with you." He laughed at his own statement.

"ha ha very funny." I said trying to hide my embarrassment.

"Y'know you could've grabbed a pair of my boxers." I rolled my eyes at him before going back upstairs.

He laid down on the bed as soon as we entered his room. I walked over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of boxers out of the top drawer.

"Cute." I looked over at him in confusion.

"Do I need to repeat myself or did you hear me the first time." He said being snarky. I rolled my eyes at him. I laid back down in bed and change the TV to Harry Potter. Liam and I weren't cuddling but we are very close. His bed was so comfortable that I ended up falling asleep.

~time skip~

I woke up about an hour and half later. It me a second to register the arm wrapped around my waist. I slowly turned my body to look over at the sleeping boy. He looked perfect but no matter how perfect he looked I had to piss. I slowly moved my body trying to get up without waking up Liam. After I used the bathroom I got back in bed. I started to admire his features and how amazing he looked. I grabbed my phone to check the time but I must've moved to much because Liam woke up.

"Good morning handsome. How'd you sleep?" I questioned.

"Well it was good until someone woke me up and I was having a good dream too ughh." He rolled his eyes at me. I lightly giggled at his annoyance.

"I'm so sorry sleeping beauty." I replied sarcastically.

"Ugh I hate you." He groaned in his tired raspy voice. I went to try to get out of bed again but a strong hand pulled me back in.

"You're not going anywhere." He wrapped his arms tightly around.

"No let me go." I giggled trying to kick him. He rolled over and pinned my arms above my head. My face got extremely hot and pink.

"No kicking." He said in a stern voice. I blew on his face and wiggled myself off the bed. I looked at him and ran to his door. Before I could get it open he came up behind me and pushed it closed. I turned around to see him leaning over me. I began to blush again but I pushed him back. I ran out the door and down the stairs but he quickly followed. I got to the kitchen but I wasn't fast enough. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I let out a squeal as he spun around.

"Put me down." I said.

"Fine." He set me on the island.

"I'm kinda hungry. Do you wanna go to a restaurant?" I asked him.

"Oo yeah I could go for some burgers right now." He said helping me off the counter. We quickly got dressed and headed out the door. I drove us to a small diner around the corner. We ate our food and had a couple laughs before leaving. I drove us to a park that had a playground. I got out of the car and ran to the playground and straight to the swings. Liam walked at a normal pace towards me. He walked behind me and placed his hands on my hips. He pulled the swing back then quickly pushed it forward. He places hand on my lower back every time he pushed the swing forward.

"Higher!" I laughed.

"As you wish." He pushed me with a little more force.

"Ok ok too high. Too high." He laughed at my words. He walked over and sat down on the swing next to mine. We sat there and swung for a little bit before slowing down the pace. I looked over at Liam. I had to tell him about my feelings towards him.

"Uh Liam. Can I tell you something?" I spoke nervously.

"Yeah of course." He said with a bright smile on his face.

"Ok but promise you'll still be my friend." I looked down at my feet.

"I will always be your friend." He reassured me.

"Ok well the truth is that I love you. I love you more than anything, and I was to scared to tell you. I'm not scared anymore." I confessed.

"Truth is Y/n that you are my anchor. I think it's cute how your heart skips a beat when I'm around you. The face you make when you're focused or the way you tap your fingers when you're anxious. I love every little thing about you." He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the swing into a long passionate kiss. I felt so relieved as if all my problems had gone away.

"Come on let's go back home and watch movies and you can stay the night." He said pulling my hand. He decided to drive this time. He placed his right hand on me lower thigh and looked over and smiled at me. We got home and changed into something a bit more comfy. As I laid there in his arms I slowly drifted to sleep.

======================== I hope you liked it. I feel like it could have been better but I'm too lazy.

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[coldercreation]

Would you mind posting an update on what snippets are in the works rn?<33 Like which are indefinitely on hold, which prompts (or like how many) you’re working on etc? Can’t wait for the next one!

Ohh hmm, let’s see!

I have a bunch of unfinished things floating about, I tend to start new ones whenever I’m stuck writing something or just get a brief idea in my head. Usually, whenever I get a prompt, I write down whatever comes to mind for that. These unfinished docs I have are anything between like a single sentence to a few thousand words.

These are all WIPs and I keep adding stuff whenever the inspiration strikes, and basically everything I write has been inspired by a bunch of different prompts! 

In no particular order:

The Sad!Kitty story.

A very AU version where Isac's meeting Lit for the first time, out on a night out. He’s just on a demon rampage bc he wants to have sex for the first time lmao this prompt was so creative and funny, love it<3

Nathan trying to celebrate an achievement only to feel dismayed bc his mum is… his mum (she’s happy for him but Nathan still ends up feeling like it isn’t a big deal after all. Too many feels to explain here lol). He protest-buys himself a chocolate cupcake and sticks a candle in it. It’s more of a feel-good one than it sounds here.

Pretty early on into their relationship, Kit comes home from work to find Nat in pre-heat and starting to nest. I have posted a text conversation from the beginning of this snippet.

Alpha!Nat AU: “Ok if you’re doing AUs, how about some twists: Nat growing up in a pack w the boys, as an alpha, with no og hurt background? What would he be like? What would the pack and the dynamic be like? Maybe his first rut w them? (—)”

Literally just a couple of lines of Nat being all blushy and thinking how Kit is so handsome, and then saying it out loud when called out for staring. 

Lizzy snippet, just them hanging out when they were still just getting to know each other. I have posted bits of this at some point too.

Nat being a good boi and doing more kneeling, but also finally getting to satisfy his curiosity for using his mouth. 

Lithan, basically the As just getting handsy with a sleepy Nat. I should start a sleepy boys being filthy soft on the couch -series at this rate hahhaah

Litzy meeting Sammy for the first time

Izzy having a panic attack over uncertainty with his birth control :( This one is just a few lines and I don’t like writing it bc I hate feeling Isac like that. The prompt asked for Isac having something rough happen & how he'd react, and I figured it’d be a good way to explore his issues with this topic. It was not a good idea I hate it why did I think I should scare him with one of his biggest fears horrible let my bunny be happy!!! 

Link visiting Nathan’s family

Link visiting Liam and Kit’s home town/families. <-This doc basically only has this one line. 

Izzy coaxing Nat into wearing some pretty underwear because he knows the As would pass out. Nat’s not personally that into wearing anything like that but he’s not against it and finds out that he’s very much into the reaction he gets lmao

More stuff with Nat’s friends

Some less specific angsty Nat snippets/notes

A filthy prompt-fill for the filthyspicy anon who wanted some spicy free use Nat. Anon you are filthy and I love you hahaha<3 

Liam getting teamed up on by everyone else until he’s all whiny and babie and loved to death. Or well, it’s mainly Kizzy bullying him while Nat is being v helpful and a good boy, and doing what he’s told to keep wriggly Liam in place. Heavily based on a prompt as well.

Izzy’s heat/preheat/nesting/instinct stuff, nothing specific in this yet, I just want to write more about it at some point

Haven’t started this but I do want to write more about the Lizzy dynamic where Isac/his O is the more dominant all the way through

Ohh and I have a couple of lines of some more Lucy and Nat just hanging out but I don’t know what to write for it so it’s just… there.

I have some more but these were the ones I could easily see just by opening my docs.

SO uh yeah. I keep trying hahahah I’m just having a hard time completing things :’) These are all technically actively in the works, so nothing is on hold, but my 'actively' has been a bit ehhh xx

#This was fun! #Thank you for the ask!<3 #Think it made me feel a bit better to see how much I've actually worked on these #Bc sometimes I feel like I've only DONE something if it's completed and posted yk? #But that's not really true #now is it brain??? #heh #Anyway #Hope you've had a lovely Tuesday<3

[scribeoffate]

Can I ask for ice skating + Liam and Mason or Liam/Mason ?

"Come on," Liam says, tugging on Mason's hand. "We're going."

"Going where?" Mason barely looks up from his spot on the bed. Until Liam tears his covers off. The shock of cold earns Liam a well-deserved glare.

He's working towards pulling the covers back on when a pile of clothes land on his face and chest. Thermal underwear, jeans, sweater, puffy coat, hat, socks.

Mason reluctantly sits up. He holds up the sweater Liam threw at him with a grimace. "I haven't worn this since we were kids..."

It's red with little green fuzzy balls along the sleeves and a picture of Santa Claus covering the front. Liam is wearing his matching version. Mason groans but he gathers up the clothes and starts to change.

Liam throws red gloves, a brown hat and the soft scarf his sister had knitted for him from blue, green and orange yarn a few years ago. The thing is hideous and super warm.

"Where we are going?" Mason mumbles as he finishes getting dressed.

Liam grins, again and he thrusts a pair of ice skates at Mason.

"They've set up a whole hoiday carnival at the ice rink."

And Mason can't deny Liam.... anything really. He slings the skates over his shoulder and grabs his hand.

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The rink is covered in red and green and blue and silver and gold decorations. There are vendors selling everything from hot chocolate to handmade Christmas ornaments to scarves and gloves, there's a table selling dreidels and another selling toasted nuts.

Holiday music blares through the speakers and the rink is littered with people, even this early in the morning. Mason does love Liam, but he is never forgiving his best friend for being a morning person. It's barely eight am.

They strap on their skates and slide onto the ice. They take a few laps with Liam chattering excitedly about things he wants to get Hayden for Christmas.

And then Brett Talbot and his sister skate by from the other direction.

Mason's heart beats rapidly and Liam smirks.

"Did you know they'd be here?" He thinks of the ridiculous sweater he's wearing under his puffy coat.

Liam grins wickedly. "Mason and Brett sitting in a tree..."

Lori turns her head and smirks. Mason can see the tips of Brett's ears turning pink.

He elbows Liam. "Dude. He can *hear* you."

Liam snorts. "Your crush is a mile wide, dude. Maybe you should act on it?"

Mason grabs Liam's hand and pulls him further around the rink and off of it. He feels Brett and Lori watching them. "I hate you so hard."

Liam turns back to the rink. "Hey Brett! Lori! Wanna get some hot chocolate? Mason's treat."

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#teen wolf #mason hewitt #liam dunbar #brett talbot #brason #brett/mason #lori rohr #ask game #thanks for asking #idk why this is so long #brett is utterly charmed when he sees masons santa sweater though

[fleurkiss]

hellooo sorry for not being active for months !! i will answer your requests when i can. okay so i have this, i wrote it a whole ago and i hope you like it <3333

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harry sits on my lap because there was no space in the car for him.

and oh god he’s so god damn heavy.

i can’t help but look at him he’s wearing a white shirt with no sleeves and his regular black jeans.

he moves a lot. his calvin cline underwear shows every time he moves. he’s so hot i can’t even describe.

i hesitated to put my arms around his torso but i did and he rested his hands on mine. we’re just friends. friends do that right?

i started talking with louis while harry was staring at the road with his hands remaining on top of mine.

i turned to look at him “harry, harry,” i called his name to get his attention.

“hm?”

“are you good?”

“yeah”

“okay good.” i went back to talking to louis.

harry moved a lot again he tried to get comfortable and we of course couldn’t.

“are you good?” i asked him.

he didn’t say a word instead he just turned to the right and leaned on me, putting his head on my chest and closed his eyes.

he probably was tired.

i played with his hair then after a few minutes liam stopped at nandos because niall begged him while harry was asleep, little snores coming out.

“harry,” i tried to shake him “harry, wake up.” i whispered to his ear and he let out a groan “what do you want to eat?”

“huh?” he rubbed his eye with the back of his hand.

“we’re at nandos lad. what do you want to eat?” louis said.

“oh,” he adjusted his position to the front and looked for my left hand before holding it then he leaned back on me “what do you want, y/n?”

“i don’t know, harry. also you’re quite heavy.”

“sorry, darling, want me to get off of you? i wouldn’t want that because i’ll miss you.” i smiled.

“i wouldn’t want you to get off either.”

“then i’ll stay.” he smiled before he was startled by louis’ question.

“what do you guys want? for fucks sake.”

“don’t have to yell.” harry sits up, annoyed.

“i did not.”

“oh yes you did.”

“y/n, did i yell?”

i rolled my lips “yeah.”

“aha! look!”

then we all ordered what we wanted and got it after like about two minutes cause it was a drive through.

“can you give me mine?” i asked harry as he did what was told, “thanks.”

we all started eating and the rest of the boys were talking except harry and i. we were too engaged with each other.

harry takes a fry from his and tell me to open my mouth “why?”

“i’m feeding you today.”

“why?”

“cause i like to take care of you.”

“why?”

“stop asking why. don’t let me shove that fry into your mouth.” i laughed and he fed me some fries.

he put his sandwich towards me and i knew he wanted me to take a bite but it was from the part we was eating from and i never really thought of sharing saliva

“do you want to take a bite from another place?” he asked.

“no, no i just never shared food like this with anyone really.”

“well i’m your first one, eat.”

well, damn okay if you insist.

we kept feeding each other our food and when we were done we shared a bottle of water. and that’s how you don’t waste water ladies and gentlemen.

i liked the idea of sharing things with harry. it really made me feel quite loved and that he didn’t think of me as nasty?

i don’t know, but he’s so nice.

“hey, wanna switch? you can sit on my lap.”

“yeah.” we switched and he held me tight, stroking my hair, and playing with the hem of my skirt.

i did feel a whole lot comfortable with everything he did. it just felt right.

he started giving me kisses on the cheeks and left a few kisses on my neck.

and i know that louis was very confused. every time i looked at him he gave me a confused look and i uno reversed it.

harry’s hands were a bit too touchy now. i know his love language is touching. but sometimes his hand went up near my underwear it made me quite uncomfortable, because he never touched me like this plus i’m still sixteen and he just turned nineteen. it felt illegal but i quite liked it.

harry even left wet kisses on my shoulders, arms, neck, collar bones, and my cheeks. he also plays with the strap of my dress, takes it off sometimes then puts it right back where is was.

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[cadybear420]

Hi! I love your edits! You're doing god's work editing these men in the fem outfits, they all look so good! Also I agree 💯% with your frustrations about all the LIs having "sculpted abs", it's so lazy and boring. I think we should at least get to pick bodytype for the MC to be honest. Anyway! You said you were bored and you wanted asks. I don't know much about your main fandom and LI, but I'd love to hear some of your headcanons about the LI experimenting and exploring with fem outfits, if you'd like to talk about it! I'm a newcomer to your blog so Idk of you have written about it before. Have a lovely day!

OMG Thank you thank you thank you so much! I'm glad you love them <3

I kinda understand why having bodytype options for MC might be a bit more difficult since you have to make different versions of each outfit, but even then it's not something they're incapable of doing. I mean they basically had that in BOLAS to an extent. At least have bodytype-neutral writing for the MCs, why can't they just say "stomach" instead of "abs" or "waist" instead of "curves"?

And even with that in mind, it should at least be much easier to have different bodytypes for LIs since you're not going to customize it.

Anyways for the actual question, I do have some headcanons about m!LIs and a few m!MCs trying fem outfits (and vice versa). I don't have many headcanons about Cas, Gabe, Drew, Jordan, and OH m!MC since they're not characters I'm very attatched to despite the edits I made for them, but...

Aiden: Aiden's interest in exploring with outfit mainly comes from hanging around his girlfriend Evie, AKA my HSS MC who is a very openly GNC woman. He especially takes interest in stuff like crop tops and short shorts and later leg-slit dresses– he's at first a bit embarrassed about them but grows to like how he looks in them. Not to mention he has a bit of a thing for receiving praise/attention from Evie, and wearing those sort of outfits gets him a lot of compliments from her. Later on he does become more interested in wearing dresses and even wears a gown when he and Evie get married.

Michael: [tw: abuse discussion] I have a headcanon that Michael had an abusive father who pushed him into super masculine things and actively shamed him for any feminine things he liked. So I think he likes dressing fem sometimes partly because he enjoys dressing in them to be flirty, and partly because they give him more confidence and are a kind of a "fuck you" to his dad. He's especially partial to 80s-style crop top fits.

Ajay: It takes him a bit longer to try and explore fem clothing, but the first time he tries a crop top is when they're in Paris during the Spotlite trip. He and Cher (my HSS:CA MC who is more fem-leaning genderfucky) are going on a double date with Aiden and Evie and he takes interest in it from Aiden.

Tyler: Dressing in fem clothing I think is something he does enjoy from time to time, but doesn't do much of because those other jock assholes who pick on him. Becoming close to Peggy, AKA my MAH MC who is futch, and seeing her defend him from those other jock assholes does make him start to feel more comfortable with it.

Bryce: I haven't played past OH 1 and I'm kind of on hiatus for my replay of the book, but we all know he would be very open to trying fem outfits. Despite his in-game wardrobe, he is definitely the type who would love to go strutting around in a crop top and short shorts. I don't think this should even count as headcanon cause it's something he'd 100% do in canon if PB weren't cowards lol. He'd definitely wear the crop top Nighthawks baseball outfit.

Liam: My MC Lew has very GNC tastes in clothing/appearance. She does occasionally enjoy wearing the big fancy ballgowns, but both she and Liam agree that they look much better when they're tried and fitted onto him. I haven't yet played past TRR 2 Ch 1 but I'm considering swapping their wedding outfits. And their sexy underwears, because the "sexy underwear" they gave to Liam is so lazyyyyyilw

Alan Kim AKA my HSS m!MC: I haven't done a playthrough with him yet, but in an alternate universe of mine exists my HSS m!MC. He's just as much of a proud GNC guy as Evie is a proud GNC gal. A lot of his wardrobe consists of some of the HSS f!MC's outfits that I am in the process of editing.

Cedric Zhao AKA my ILW MC: I haven't yet played ILW, but I'm making my ILW MC a very proudly GNC guy. His default outfit is that one crop top outfit, his formal outfit is the leg slit dress option, his default underwear is that one lingerie outfit. Yes, all of those outfits are indeed existing outfits in the ILW game for a male/masc MC, because PB COULD NEVERRRRRR

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[dcbbw]

Breach

This story is presented without commentary except to say any and all mistakes are mine.

Riley, Liam, Bastien, and Mara belong to Pixelberry. The children are mine.

Song Inspiration: Enemy, Imagine Dragons

Word Count: 3,466

The sumptuous yet simplistic bedroom was quiet and lit only by a bedside table lamp. A bare-chested King Liam Rys smiled affectionately at the infant with his features laying in his arms; Prince Theodore Edmund Antonius Rhys, nicknamed BB for Baby Boy by his parents and siblings, blinked sleepily in return as he continued to feed from the bottle his father held in one hand.

They sat in an antique wooden rocking chair that Riley had fed and rocked the twins in, and Liam’s mother Eleanor had rocked and fed him in. Indeed, legend had it that the chair dated back to the reign of Queen Kenna’s mother.

“My littlest Prince,” Liam murmured as he adjusted his arm to lift the child’s head nestled in the crook of his elbow. “I will defend you, your brothers, and your mother until the end of my days.” The King pulled his son closer to his skin. “I love you more than you could ever imagine.”

“Don’t let the twins hear you say that,” his wife and Queen warned in hushed tones as she entered their bedroom through the nursery’s connecting door. “They’ve become quite possessive over us since that little assassin arrived.”

“Our children are not assassins, Riley!” the King admonished.

“Oh, not all of them," she replied as she shrugged out of her robe, revealing Liam’s white silk pajama top paired with her lacy white underwear. “Just that one; the other two are ninjas.”

Liam chuckled softly as he gently pulled the nipple from his son’s mouth before placing a white cloth over his bare shoulder; he then carefully placed BB over his shoulder for the purpose of burping him. The King’s palm rubbed soothing circles against the baby’s back, alternating with soft pats.

Riley nodded towards the infant, her eyes lingering over him with a loving glance. “He tried to TAKE ME OUT, Liam and you know it!”  she countered as she began turning down the beddings on their shared bed.

Although the Queen could make light of the situation now, her second pregnancy had been quite problematic: Riley’s health and the viability of the pregnancy were in constant peril. Liam said prayers of Thanksgiving every morning and night that his family was complete, intact, and healthy.

Liam rose slowly, cautiously from the chair before pacing the room, body slightly swaying as he made his way to his wife.  The white silk pajama bottoms that matched the top his wife was wearing were slung low across his hips. “Francis and Jonathan are asleep?” he asked, referring to the three-year-old twins commonly known as Fric and Frac.

Riley had dropped the “k” from both nicknames to make them “more European”.

Francis, or Frac, was their firstborn, born at 11:58pm; Jonathan, known as Fric, followed three minutes later at 12:01am the following day.  

She shook her head in exasperation. “No! I left those two talking to each other in their secret, world-domination language. But they’ll fall asleep soon; it’s been a full day for them.”

Riley looked up at Liam, her eyes quickly searching his face before smiling and outstretching her arms for her youngest son; Liam tenderly transferred the infant from his arms into hers. Pressing a kiss to the baby’s forehead, she cooed, “There’s my little Theodore! If I had known you were coming, I would’ve named the first two Alvin and Simon.”

The baby gurgled as she settled him on her shoulder, softly slapping his upper back. She smiled softly at feeling tiny fingers dig into the silk fabric and little legs kicking harmlessly against her. Both she and Liam laughed when their child loudly belched.

“How much did you feed him?” Riley demanded through her chuckles.

Liam jerked a thumb towards the empty bottle on the Queen’s dressing table. “The entire six ounces. He has a good appetite.”

“He’s greedy, like his daddy,” Riley responded.

“You think I’m greedy?” Liam teased, palm splayed against his chest in mock surprise.

“Who said you were his father?” she replied as her fingers experimentally felt along the 4-month-old’s bottom. “Has he been changed?” she questioned.

Liam nodded. “Right before the feeding.”

“Good,” she responded approvingly as she bent over an oversized, Wedgewood blue wooden cradle. “Grab the baby monitors and I’ll meet you in the kitchen? Gonna lay this big boy down.”

Each evening, after the twins were supposedly asleep and Liam had given BB his nightly feeding, the couple spent alone time: Evenings filled with inside jokes, bickering, briefings, updates, and random conversation. Happenstance determined where the evenings were spent: There had been terrace talks with sparkling cider for Riley and cigars for Liam; massages in bed for Riley and promises of IOUs from her to return the favor; poring over agreements, budgets, and intel in the study.

It was their time, be it as husband and wife or King and Queen. All that mattered was that they were alone. Together.

Tonight was the kitchen because earlier Riley claimed a craving for vanilla ice cream.

When she entered the scullery with her thick coils brushed back and away from her face, and wearing the pajama top which put her long, lean legs on display, Liam’s eyes slowly traveled up his wife’s body.

She still stopped him in his tracks.

Riley stood in front of the kitchen island, looking askance at two bowls of ungarnished French vanilla ice cream before raising her eyes, filled with accusation, to meet Liam’s confused expression. Rolling her eyes, she turned on her heel, marching towards the kitchen cupboards. The displeased Queen loudly set bottles of chocolate and caramel syrups in front of her bowl, along with a jar of crushed peanuts.

Liam cut his eyes at her movements. “Riley, you specifically stated vanilla ice cream.”

“KINKY vanilla,” she retorted while squeezing ribbons of chocolate over frozen, sweetened cream.

“That is not healthy,” Liam observed, somewhat heatedly. “You have our child to feed!”

“The ice cream is dairy, so that means calcium; the chocolate has magnesium; the caramel helps with the liver and anxiety, and the peanuts are protein,” the Queen glanced up at her husband with an arched eyebrow. “Any more objections?”

Liam shook his head in resignation, rummaging through the drawers for spoons.

Once the couple were settled at the island and Riley had checked the baby monitor screens for the umpteenth time, they dug their spoons into their snack. Riley was savoring her third spoonful when she glanced over, noticing the King was simply dragging his spoon over the tops of his ice cream scoops.

“Hey,” the Queen said softly. “You’ve been quiet all evening. What’s wrong?” she asked as she set her spoon in her bowl.

“Is it that obvious?” he asked with a wan smile, his gaze holding hers.

Riley shrugged. “To me.”

A pause before he answered. “The investigation concluded today, and the evidence is correct. Bastien Lykel is a member of the Via Imperii.” His tone held anger, worry, sorrow.

The Queen was unsurprised. “I never trusted him,” she stated in a tone that held the slightest trace of vindication.

“You forgave him his trespasses against you,” Liam argued as he lifted his spoon to his mouth.

“I compromised in an effort to save our marriage! You thought I was being overdramatic when I said separate bedrooms? Your defense of him after what that man did to me in service to his King? You’re both lucky I didn’t stomp mudholes in your asses.”

Riley was pouring more syrup over her ice cream when she abruptly stopped her movements, slowly setting the bottle on the table. Liam noticed; his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyebrow arched inquisitively.

“Love, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“In. Service. To. His. King,” Riley slowly repeated before slapping her palm against the countertop. “HIS KING!” she yelled, then looked around guiltily. She hoped the twins hadn’t heard her; they would come running into the kitchen and want ice cream.

She wasn’t sharing.

“Constantine didn’t put Bastien up to the scandal!”

Liam’s brow was furrowed as he slid his seat closer to Riley’s. “Both men admitted to it, what are you talking about?”

Riley rolled her eyes. “Like anyone can believe a word Bastien says anymore.”

A spoonful of frozen treat slid between her unpainted lips. “Think about it, Liam!” Riley spoke excitedly as she clutched his hand. “Neither your father nor Regina were ever members of Via! Neither of them wore the pin, one wasn’t among his possessions, and even Via said a Rys has never deigned to join their ranks.”

She eagerly scooped more ice cream sundae into her mouth before continuing. “WHO wanted Madeleine as Queen, even before your social season? Barthelemy and Godfrey, members of Via!

“WHO’S credit card was used?? PENELOPE’S!! Emmeline was seeking to rise in both rank and favor within Via, and no way was Penelope refusing mommy dearest.

“WHO hired Sons of Earth? Again, Barthelemy!”

Liam held up a finger; Riley fell silent to allow her husband to speak.

“There is no proof that either Barthelemy or the Duke of Karlington were ever members of Via Imperii,” he pointed out. “It’s all speculation, love.”

Riley waved her arms and hands around, wavy hair bouncing about her head. “SEMANTICS! They did Via’s bidding, didn’t they?”

“But … father confessed,” Liam interrupted quietly.

“He AGREED with what you said and spouted some malarkey about the monarchy needing a show of strength. The fact remains whomever you chose, you would both be a newbie King and Queen. So maybe Via had something on him and he took the fall? In any case, Bastien’s “King” here was Eirik, the King of Hidar, NOT Constantine!”

Liam stared at his wife for a few moments before dropping his gaze to his dessert-filled bowl; his fingers combed through his thick locks of dark hair. Riley reached over, pushing the bowl just of reach. “I may want that later, and don’t need your hairs in it,” she murmured in explanation. “You shed horribly, you know that.”

Liam did not know that.

Riley picked up the baby monitors, looking between the two screens: BB was asleep, and the twins were still talking, both children in Fric’s bed.  Their mother had both placed and left them each in their own bed.

She set the monitor down, then outstretched her hand. Liam took it, almost gratefully. “How are you feeling about everything?” she inquired.

Liam shook his head, a mixture of acceptance, denial, and helplessness. “I have no idea how I feel. Bastien has been a part of this family … my life since before I was even born! He … he … he helped raise Leo, me, Drake … and to find out he’s been part of the plan to dethrone the Rys line the entire time?”

His jaw clenched; his free hand fisted before harshly pounding the table. “What if he were instrumental in my assassination attempt? What if he was working with Anton and that’s why my guards didn’t arrive until after we had defeated him? They weren’t expecting to take anyone to jail … it was supposed to be US headed to the morgue!”

Riley made soothing noises while awkwardly trying to spoon ice cream into her mouth with her free hand. “Have you talked to him, Liam?”

Liam quickly shook his head. “I … have nothing to say to him at the moment.” His head lifted sharply, and his gaze fixed on Riley. “He knows every passageway, secret or not, in all of our properties. He has every password. Who knows who else is privy to this information?”

Hearing her husband’s words, Riley’s blood iced over; her stomach turned as she wondered, despite a fleet of guards, how safe were her children actually were. But she couldn’t let Liam sense her fear.

Instead, she cleared her throat. “Do Drake and Savannah know?”

Liam nodded morosely. “Drake spoke with him briefly; unsure what was said, but he left earlier this afternoon headed to Ramsford to speak with his sister.”

“And where is Bastien now?”

“Cells. He’ll be transported to Lythikos tomorrow, where he will join his cohorts Barthelemy and Anton.”

“Hmmmm,” Riley tapped an index finger against her lips. “We’re going to need to sweep the Palace, Valtoria, and Applewood for signs of infiltration. And run background and security checks on every guard Bastien personally hired. Get Rashad and his firm to help with that and ask for a discounted price.”

Liam nodded in agreement. “I have spoken to the very few guards I can trust, and …”

“Not Mara!” Riley interrupted as she pulled Liam’s dessert dish closer to her.

“What do you mean, ‘Not Mara’”? I hired her directly, and she is second in command. OF COURSE, Mara!”

Riley’s eyes were inspecting the scoops of melting ice cream, searching for tell-tale dark hairs; there were none. She began combining the ingredients of the two bowls while she spoke.

“You hired Mara for ME! From Day One, she has been MY guard. She has protected me, trained me, and I have STUCK with her. When you were snickering with Drake about how incompetent she was, when you told her she SUCKED at her job … Mara and I were a team. And I stand by my choice. I trust Mara with not only my life, but the lives of our children.”

“I have NEVER told Mara she sucked at her job! I don’t even use such language,” Liam shot back, his tone indignant.

Riley smirked. “I beg to differ with that, Your Majesty. Just this morning the word suck dominated your vocabulary.”

“THAT is reserved for YOU when we are having … relations!”

She offered her husband a spoonful of ice cream, which he accepted. “Look, Liam. You’ve been good to me. Raising my kids as if they were your own, letting me wear your clothes and Cordonia’s crown; you don’t pay rent, but your child support is up to date. I would do you a solid anytime, anywhere … but you chose Bastien even after I offered to make Mara the family guard, soooo … too bad, so sad.”

Liam’s expression was thoughtful as he verbalized an inner thought. “Maybe … just maybe he thought he was helping the Crown.”

Riley snorted in derision. “Without telling you?” She shook her head. “I’m sorry, my love. IF he was doing you a favor, protecting you … why didn’t he say so? Be like, ‘Hey guys, I’m going to be doing some shady shit but no worries … I’m being a mole for this faction trying to usurp the Crown and I’ll keep you updated on their movements.’ BUT HE DIDN’T!”

Liam shook his head in exasperated frustration as he pushed away from the island. “I want a sandwich.”

“You’re going to fix it?” Riley asked in amused disbelief.

“Yes, Riley, I am. I think I am capable of making a sandwich!” he snapped.

“Iffen you say so…” his wife responded doubtfully.

“While we’re on the topic of guards and security, I’m considering appointing the Duchess of Lythikos as Head of the King’s Guard,” he announced as he rummaged in the refrigerator for food.

Riley was slurping up the last of the ice cream. “You’re WHAT?” she choked out.

“Olivia will be Head of the Guard,” Liam repeated, pulling bread, sliced turkey, mayonnaise, and lettuce from the icebox and setting it on the counter.

“Why? What qualifications does she have?”

“I trust her, for one.”

“Trust and knowledge of daggers are NOT grounds to appoint Liv to head up the most important job in this country.”

Liam looked at his wife, puzzled. “I thought you would support the decision. The Duchess is our friend, your friend.”

Now it was Riley’s turn to look puzzled. “She is! But she has no formal training. At least Mara is expertly trained in hand-to-hand combat, jiu-jitsu, and a ton of other stuff I can’t spell or pronounce!”

“Lythikan blood is warrior blood, and Olivia was trained by her parents who were two of the best fighters in the duchy’s history.”

“Lythikans are bloodthirsty! And her parents trained her to take down the Crown over twenty years ago.  Say what you want, she needs to know more than how to hide a dagger.”

“She can handle one as well,” Liam pointed out.

“I’ve never seen it,” Riley said dismissively as she watched Liam attempt to make a sandwich.

What the hell is that man doing with the bread?

With a sigh, she rose from her seat to join her husband at the counter. “Move!” she hip-checked him out of the way. “You’re doing it wrong. Get me some tomato, onion, and jalapeno and slice them, please.”

Liam did as she requested.

The Queen slathered mayonnaise on the bread slices before sprinkling them with salt and pepper. Liam watched as she layered slices of meat, then onion, lettuce, tomato, and jalapeno on both pieces of bread before placing one side atop the other. Riley continued the conversation while plating the sandwich.

“This is the last I have to say on the subject:

“Strike 1:  Olivia was our security at the hospital when I was pregnant with Fric and Frac; remember the journalist sneaking into our personal room and taking unauthorized photos of us, which is why we now have private medical facilities on our properties?

“Strike 2: Olivia got herself captured during a stealth operation … trying to infiltrate Via while Bastien WATCHED instead of HELPING … which she told no one about because she wants to be all secret squirrel, and we had to go rescue her!

“Lastly, Olivia has a title for a reason! She is the SOLE ruler of the country’s oldest and third largest duchy; that’s more than a full-time job alone. Something’s going to suffer if you offer her that appointment: either her people or your life. So no, Olivia will NOT be your head of anything.”

“Are you advocating for MARA to get the job?”

“Oh, HELL NO! Mara is mine, ALL MINE! In fact, consider her snatched from any type of rotation; she is now Head of the Queen and Family security detail, and you are NOT included in that.”

She bit into the freshly made sandwich before waving it in front of Liam. “Did you want a sandwich too?”

Liam snatched the food from Riley’s hand, aggressively biting into bread and meat. She held his gaze before leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips. “Hey, let’s go to bed. Tensions are high, and we could both use a good night’s sleep. We’re going to be busy the next couple of days.”

“We are?” he inquired as he chewed more of the sandwich.

“Oh, yeah! WE and Mara are going to Lythikos, Portavira, and Hidar to get to the bottom of this Via shit and find out just what role Bastien played in it.”

Liam shook his head as he offered Riley another bite. “I’m not allowing you or the children to get involved, Riley.”

“Tough tit. We’re a team, and we’re already involved,” she replied while grabbing her husband’s hand to lead him to bed.

Liam didn’t budge. “I’ll allow you to accompany me and Drake to Lythikos, only on the provision that Regina and Gladys remain here to babysit the children, and Mara guards them. You will not be going anywhere else.”

His tone and expression were serious as he and Riley held gazes.

She opened her mouth to protest but was cut off by her husband. “No, Riley. That is the only offer on the table. Take it or leave it.”

“But …”

Liam bit into the snack. “No.” His voice was quiet but the tone firm.

Riley reached out for the sandwich. “Gimme my food,” she whined petulantly.

Liam held it aloft, out of her reach. “Be nice, and I’ll share. Maybe. It’s a really good sandwich.”

“I am going to bed! ALONE!” she threatened while continuing to tug on Liam’s hand.

“I want the twins to sleep with us tonight,” Liam said through a bite of sandwich as he followed his wife into their bedroom.

Ha paused in front of the alarm system’s keypad mounted on the sleeping chamber’s foyer wall, pressing in the code to arm the royal suite. Automatic locks slid quietly into keyholes, giving the monarchs a slight sense of both security and relief.

Riley nodded in agreement at his suggestion. She needed to feel her babies close to her, breathing in their sweet smells, and kissing chubby cheeks.  

The Queen plucked the sandwich from her husband’s hand as they walked through the room, stopping to tuck the infant’s blanket more securely about him before heading into the nursery.

“Your side, though. I don’t need toes in my nose when I wake up.”

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