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Luke Hemmings

Hold Me Tight ♡ Summary: Luke has been plagued by nightmares, but Y/N was always there for him. Warning: hurt/comfort, nightmares

Let Me Love You Summary: Luke knew it wasn’t his fault Y/N didn’t let him get any closer, but he just wished to know what he could do to make it better. Warning: angsty, trusting issues, mentioning of a breakup, the reader may have low self-esteem Two Gummy Worms ♡ Summary: Luke was determined to take Y/N on a night drive. Some things, though, didn’t want to go according to his perfect plan. Warning: friends to lovers, fluff, mentioning of food

He Called Her a Fairy Summary: No matter how excited Luke was to go on tour, it was always too heartbreaking to say goodbye to Y/N. However, that parting was worth going through to meet again. Warning: hurt/comfort, angsty

Eyes Can Speak Too Summary: Being blinded by the feelings for each other, Luke and Y/N didn’t see the obvious things. Warning: friends to lovers, angst, trusting issues, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

Sweeter Than Honey Summary: Spending a simple evening with Y/N, Luke realised she was always his happy place. Warning: fluff

Baby Girl Summary: Even in Y/N’s darkest times, Luke was always there to guide her to the light. Warning: hurt/comfort, disordered eating

Why Won’t You Love Me Summary: Luke and Y/N broke up after a few months of dating so they could at least remain friends, but seemed like it didn’t ease the pain. Warning: angst, fluff, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

Never Doubt Me Summary: A date, it would seem, could not get any worse, but then Luke remembered a painful rumour he heard about Y/N. Warning: argument

No Longer Together Summary: Trying to move on from a breakup, Luke and Y/N found each other at the same room, playing “spin the bottle”. Warning: College!AU, angst, mention of alcohol and a breakup

More coming...

Ashton Irwin

Keep It Quiet ♡ Summary: Ashton and Y/N kept their relationship a secret for a while, but one interview made the things a little complicated. Warning: none

Give Me Attention Summary: Ashton and Y/N had been friends for a while. However, everything changed once she found out an unpleasant secret he thought to hide from her. Warning: angst, an intimate moment, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

More coming...

Michael Clifford

Don’t Be a Stranger Summary: The tour was over, and Michael and Y/N finally met again. Both were uncertain who they were to each other after months being apart. Warning: slight angst

Calum Hood

Ghost of You Summary: It had been four months of silence between Calum and Y/N. Could she finally move on?  Warning: angst All Too Well Summary: It’s the first time ever when Calum and Y/N didn’t need to be apart, as they were going on tour together. However, things could never just be perfect, could they? Warning: angst, fluff, a bit of cursing

Strawberry Jam Summary: The winter holidays were simply the best for both Calum and Y/N, especially when a heating problem in their house occurred. Warning: fluff, friends to lovers

Password Is Your Birthday ♡♥︎ Summary: Y/N never doubted Calum’s loyalty, however, once controversial photos were leaked, their relationship was put to the test. Warning: angsty, mention of alcohol

Paris Broke My Heart Part 1 | Part 2 Summary: Calum knew he’d lose Y/N each time she’d start a new relationship, but that time it was different. She was leaving the country, maybe forever. Warning: 18+ (non-detailed smut), angst, fluff, friends to lovers, cursing and mentioning of alcohol

More coming...

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[caketopics]

♔ finding the other wearing their clothes + yk who<3 ?

you keep his shirt (he keeps his word)

Cake prompt

years later, for ana <3

[onboardsorasora]

Very random idea I had, based on a silly conversation with @chaosinstigator and @mael-bloggy 🤣🤣🤣🤣 but I managed to make it fluffy (I'll do the rest of the proper linking and tagging tomorrow) not edited.

Part 16

Max placed the plastic plate of food on the breakfast table and chuckled when Little Daniel barely looked over from where he’d been staring at the television for the last half hour. They were back in Monaco, back at Max’s home– well it was also Daniel’s too. Max still felt that way.

Testing had gone on without any hitches and Little Daniel had enjoyed his extended time in the paddock. He was one of the mechanic crew now, ‘helping’ them do a practice pitstop and everything. His grin had been so large when he’d helped Calum use the wheel gun and he’d bounced around giddy, for hours.

“Daniel, you should eat your apples before they turn brown.” Max prompted, brushing wild curls backwards.

“Yucky brown.” Little Daniel declared, reaching blindly for a slice and chewing loudly. “Yum Maxy!”

“You like it? Thank you for telling me.”

Little Daniel grinned at him before his attention was arrested by the TV again. Max watched his familiar profile, once again fondly noting how it was achingly the same as when he was grown up. Even the mole in his hairline was the same.

They watched TV together while Little Daniel ate his snack. The documentary was focused on farms and agriculture, Little Daniel had surprisingly been hooked.

“Maxy! Look at the-the sheeps!” Little Daniel pointed as the sheepdog herded the fluffy animals.

“They're sheep, not sheeps.” Max corrected gently, “look at them go!”

Little Daniel looked over at Max quizzically, Max could see the gears turning in his head.

“But it's prulal- plural!” he insisted and Max bit back his smile.

“Yeah, but sheep is plural. So we don't add the S at the end.”

Little Daniel nodded, accepting Max's answer and turned back to the screen. He ate two more apple slices before “Maxy look at the baby shoop! He's naked! They tooked all his wool!” Little Daniel pointed to the screen, watching to see if Max was looking.

“They did! But it's not cold anymore so they did it to make sure he doesn't get too hot. Then he'll be an overheated sheep.”

“He's one! No plural Maxshy. He's a shoop!” Little Daniel corrected, waving an apple slice.

Max smiled fondly. “No he's a sheep. Sheep is singular and plural. It's weird I know.” He chuckled at Little Daniel's disbelieving face. It was the same face older Daniel gave when he thought Max gave him dubious information and thought he was fucking with him.

It felt like a punch to the gut, the ache. With how painfully familiar it was.

“No Maxshy. Teeth is with tooth so sheep is with shoop.” Little Daniel nodded at his own logic.

“You are a smarty pants aren't you?” Max grinned, thinking of a way to explain it. It was reminiscent of a similar conversation they'd had previously on Daniel's farm. When Daniel had laughingly told him that it'd taken him forever to accept the explanation about why sheep was singular and plural.

Max drew from Daniel's own explanation to him. He pulled Little Daniel into his lap, smiling down at trusting honey eyes.

“English is really silly but it's ooolllddd–”

“Like Helmut?” Little Daniel chirped around some apple and Max snorted.

“Like Helmut. And because it's old it was really really simple. Farmers had their herds and they referred to the herd as one unit instead of multiple animals within the herd. So it's a herd of sheep rather than a bunch of individual sheep. Liiikkee a bouquet of flowers instead of a couple flowers.” Max floundered for more examples while Little Daniel watched him consideringly.

“Like Maxshy and Daniel?” He asked and Max wanted to melt into a puddle, maybe.

“Yeah like us.” Max's voice wobbled and Daniel grinned at him before turning back to the TV that was now showing a herd of what looked like antelope.

Max stared at the slope of Little Daniel's nose and his wide curious eyes. They were a unit, a ‘them’. Max and Daniel, Daniel and Max.

And Max was determined that they would be again.

[gauzyfruitcake]

It's the 2nd Annual Murderbot Gurathin Equinox Event!

This event is for creating art and writing about Murderbot and Gurathin, or Murderbot/Gurathin, during the week of the Equinox! We're using the same tag as last year, #mbgequinox. You can find the AO3 collection here if you would like to submit your work there as well. Please post and tag appropriately.

This year, the theme is songs and lyrics. Use the songs listed as prompts, or choose lyrics from the songs, or pick your own! You can post any prompt fill in any order, and participate in as many days as you like.

Sep. 22: Angel Olsen – Never Be Mine

Sep. 23: RY X – A Thousand Knives

Sep 24: Kaden McKay – Don't You Dare (Make Me Fall In Love With You)

Sep 25: Perfume Genius – On The Floor

Sep 26: Hozier – Francesca

Sep. 27: Lost Frequencies ft. Calum Scott – Where Are You Now

Sep. 28: James Blake - Choose Me

Happy creating!

[kquil]

SIRIUS BLACK | PRETTY EYES

request : ooh can i request a one-shot with sirius black doing the readers eyeliner please? <3 thank u so much baby xx —@corp0real

length : 0.5k

“Need some help with that, darling?” Sirius asks from the doorway as he stares fondly at your figure perched at the vanity, trying to complete your makeup with some eyeliner. 

Instead of answering his question directly, you huff and puff out your cheeks as Sirius approaches with a chuckle, “I don’t want to ruin my makeup underneath…” 

He coos at your whining and gently takes your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger, “my poor baby,” he pouts, jutting his bottom lip out prompting you to playfully mirror his mock expression, which he laughs at and leans down to press a kiss against your lips. 

“W-wait, Siri!” you stop him with a hand to his chest, “my lipstick is gonna smear,”

Undeterred, Sirius redirects his path and presses a kiss to your neck instead, “Well, good thing I still have other options,” he smirks against your skin and begins peppering kisses up and down the column of your neck as a stray hand creeps up your thigh, waiting for you to push him away. 

“Sirius, my eyeliner!” you refocus his attention after lightly slapping his hand away and bring your eyeliner to his line of sight him, “help me, please,”

“N'importe quoi pour mon amour,” he whispers, sitting down and bringing your face closer as he goes about helping you. 

“Hmm? What was that darling?”

“Anything for my love,” he translates and resists the urge to kiss your smiling lips. For several minutes Sirius takes absolute care in accentuating your eyes with the perfect shape, width and length of liner. He’s become somewhat of an expert seeing as he loves doing these small little gestures for you. He’ll gift you flowers; tie up your hair with the spare hair ties he carries around on his wrists for you, disguised as bracelets; tie your shoelaces; style your hair; paint your nails and more. All those little things have become second nature to him so that you feel his love for you as naturally as the sun breaks the horizon every morning. 

After some time the delicate strokes of the liner against your skin fades away. Sirius then blows some air onto your closed eyelids to tell you he’s finished and awaits the unveiling of your beautiful eyes. 

“Si beau,” he awes when you finally open your eyes and blink at him, the liner adding to your features and arming your stare with the most lethal weapon to his heart, “comment ai-je pu avoir autant de chance?” he whispers, leaning in and tilting his head as if to kiss you, only to stop at the last minute when he remembers your earlier comment. He’s about to lean back when you meet him halfway and kiss his lips sweetly. He doesn’t complain and kisses back. He’s smirking when you pull away but he also raises a brow to ask: why the change of heart?

“You know I love it when you speak French to me,” you sigh and his smirk grows all the more mischievous but there is mutual love in both your eyes. 

“Alors je ne m'arrêterai jamais,”

translations : (forgive me for any errors but i used google translate for all of these)

N'importe quoi pour mon amour : Anything for my love

Si beau : So beautiful

comment ai-je pu avoir autant de chance? : how did I get so lucky?

Alors je ne m'arrêterai jamais : Then I will never stop

a/n : im not doing these requests in order as some need more time than others but again, i hope i did this cute scenario justice and that you darlings enjoyed the read! also! im taking full advantage of the fact that sirius can speak french! ugh! he's so... AHHHHHH! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄&lt;;⁄ ⁄)

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taglist : @melinajenkins @astonishment @until-i-found-you @tiensmamains @celestcies @lovelydoveval @inlovewithremusjohnlupin @calums-betch @futurecorps3 @hihihi1112 @simpingforthe80s @yrluvjane @neeezza101 @rosaleenablack @samanddeansannoyingsis

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Can you do Lady Lesso with prompt 12?

Sure, anon! Thank you for the request!! I took this opportunity to write some more Soft!Lesso 🥰 So, here’s some lovely fluff of Lesso and Girlfriend!Reader for you! 💞

Birthday Comfort ~Soft!Leonora Lesso xFem Girfriend!Teacher!Reader

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#12. “Oh my... I’m... uh... speechless”

Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, implied anxiety, birthday anxiety, bad birthday experiences, little angst, crying, kissing, hugging, comforting, etc.

Enjoy (:

The more you got to know Leonora Lesso, the more you found out all the things she hated.

Parties, disruptive students, tickles, pda, and the list goes on and on…

But out of all the things that Lesso disliked, her birthday was by far the worst.

“Wait what…? What’s wrong with your birthday?” You quizzically asked the red head, when she had confessed her distain for the special day.

Leonora huffed, taking a moment to set her half graded papers aside.

“I just never had good experiences with that day.” She confessed, “My parents often made it a big deal, as way to manipulate me. Then when I came to the school, I was afraid to tell people. No one asked, no one knew… It’s just a reminder to me of how lonely it was.”

“Oh Leo… I’m so sorry…” you comforted the red head.

Her words made your heart ache for your girlfriend. And by her tone, you could tell it was a touchy subject, so you didn’t push it any further than that.

However, you did resolve that day, that you were going to do something about her not having any good experiences on her birthday…

~~~

A couple months later, the dreaded day finally arrived…

Lesso woke up with a splitting headache. She winced in pain, getting up and getting herself some advil. She popped two little pills in her mouth and then made her way to her closet to get dressed.

Leonora knew since she lay in bed and her eyes had squinted open, what today was. She just did what she always did. Ignored her birthday. It was for the best, she always told herself.

Before she could enter her closet, you came knocking at her door. Lesso sighed at the distraction, but she had to admit, you as a distraction wasn’t too bad. The red head opened the door to you, letting you into her private quarters.

“Morning!” You chirped, giving Leonora a peck on the lips.

The woman blushed ever so slightly at the physical display of affection. She then grumbled a ‘morning’ back to you, before slowly going back to her previous efforts of getting her clothes for the day. She winced in pain once more.

“Headache…?” You immediately offered in comfort, knowing that look of pain on the red head well.

The woman nodded. As she stood at the door to the closet, Lesso couldn’t help but notice your apparent giddy and excited nature this morning. Your eyes were wide, you were bouncing on your heels, and you were nervously biting you lips.

“What’s up with you?” Lesso chuckled in light amusement, but also with a tone of skepticism.

“Ohh nothing…” you teased her with anticipation, trying to stifle your need to erupt in giggles and smiles, “How about you open your closet…?”

Lesso quirked her brow and then simply opened the door. She looked around for anything that might be out of place. Everything seemed untouched… Except for a one, black and brown, classy box, sitting on the middle of the closet floor.

“What’s this…?” Leonora asked, picking the box up and turning around to look at you quizzically.

“Your birthday present from me” you quipped with a light and happy shrug.

Lesso took a minute to process your words. She stared down at the wrapped gift box.

“I wanted to get you something… Please just open it…?” You explained in a softer voice.

She then nodded without words and began to open the box. Her hand slipped off the brown bow on the elegant black box, and she then opened the lid. The red head placed the box on her desk, then picking up the piece of clothing and holding it out in front of her, in order to get a look at it.

“Oh my…” A small gasp escaped Leonora’s lips as she stared at the fine, tailored trench coat in her hands. She placed it back in its box and said nothing. Her back was now faced to you, making you a little nervous as to what she thought about it.

“So… what do you think…?” You quietly asked.

After a minute, Leonora turned around. Her eyes were glossy as they met your gaze.

“…I’m... uh... speechless…” the redhead stammered.

A tear escaped her eye. You came up close to Leonora, taking her hands in your own.

“I just wanted you to have something nice, a good memory for your birthday…” you whispered.

More tears started to flow down the woman’s cheeks.

“Thank you…” she whispered.

Your own eyes started to tear up now.

“Of course.” You whispered back, tucking a stray strand of your girlfriends hair behind her ear.

Without warning, Leonora took you into a full embrace. For a second, you were shocked, but you quickly thawed out of alarm and snuggled yourself into the red head’s form.

“I love it…” Lesso confessed.

“I love you…” you responded.

“Love you too…” she whispered in response.

~~~

Leonora Lesso Masterlist

[fleuraimer]

BANG! BANG! SLUMBER PARTY

a celebration for getting over 900 followers.

y’all this is kinda crazy 😛 anyway hi sweet people!! welcome to the slumber party🙂‍↔️ thank you soooo much for all the support, love, and kindness you cuties have given me, it means the world!! so come join the party! i’d like to share my gratitude and nasty thots w you guys 😚🫶🏽

if you think this song is about you, it is!

PARTY PLANS ๋࣭ ⭑.

send in your filthy silly thots or choose from a list of prompts (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) and then send me an ask requesting what you’d like me to write! the slumber party starts sep. 30 and ends oct. 5. enjoy my pretty freaks!! (reqs closed)

PARTY PLATTER ๋࣭ ⭑.

harry styles. jeremy allen white. aaron taylor johnson. jon bernthal. charlie cox. sebastian stan. andrew garfield. dylan o'brien. oscar issac. pedro pascal. henry cavill. chris evans. carlos sainz. charles leclerc. daniel ricciardo. glen powell. austin butler. mike faist. josh o’connor. michael fassbender. calum turner. paul mescal. rudy pankow. drew starkey. hayden christensen. ryan gosling. & ross lynch.

PARTY PREFACE ๋࣭ ⭑.

* = smut, d = dark, f = fluff, a = angst.

this slumber party is, evidently, multi-fandom; i will write for both the actors themselves and the characters they've portrayed in various television and/or cinema. i will not write incest, water sports, animal play, or beastiality. everything else i’m generally pretty open to, including stepcest and supernatural/monster fucking. i will be deleting any content i deem unsuitable for my blog, however, out of both safety and comfortability. if i see it as needed, i will modify/tweak the dialogue prompt picked to better fit the flow of the story—i am working around the requested prompts, but there is a fluidity to my writing that i’m inclined to follow. lastly, please be kind!! to me and to others. when sending in an ask, remember to be respectful, as well as when responding/reacting to someone’s request or my execution of it. best put, if you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all. have fun!

REQUESTED WORKS

mean dom!harry uses sub!reader as a table.* biker!bucky makes his girl stupid.* boxer!carmy nsfw alphabet.* sugar daddy!jeremy allen white. threesome w harry styles (wwm).*

you said i’d “never do it!”…i did!

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[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Fic WIPs

High school production of Mamma Mia [Our Last Summer]

Remus joins Hogwarts at the start of 5th year [The New Prefect]

Grey’s Anatomy AU [Black’s Anatomy]

Continuation of ‘Teddy’s Dad’

Taskmaster AU

[Come Close I’ll Show You Heaven] - moonwater besties, Sirius returns after a decade.

I also have a long list of songs that I’ll add on here that I want to use as inspo.

All I want is you - Farrah

Good Luck, Babe - Chappel Roan

I’m not angry anymore (Interlude) - Paramore

Thnks fr th Mmrs- Fall Out Boy

Used to be Young - Miley Cyrus

Lucky - Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat

Message in a Bottle (Taylor’s Version) [From the Vault] - Taylor Swift

Relapse - Carrie Underwood

I Can See You (Taylor’s Version [From the Vault] - Taylor Swift

The Modern Leper - Frightened Rabbit

Poison and Wine - The Civil Wars

Boys in the Street - Calum Scott

Losing my Religion - The Rescues (Originally by R.E.M)

I Forgive You - Kelly Clarkson

Can’t Catch Me Now - Olivia Rodrigo

Drowned - Tim Minchin

Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me - Taylor Swift

Still Holding My Hand - Matilda the Musical

Ghost Town - Benson Boone (this one will kill me 🙃)

Fools -Lauren Aquilina

[constantly adding to this list, feel free to recommend songs that scream Wolfstar]

I’m also super open to suggestions and prompts if you have any 🥰

[lovebombs4life]

best friend - c.t.h

a/n: started as a blurb then turned into a one shot. oops!

prompt: “is that my shirt?”

cw: SMUT! sub!calum, dom!reader, oral (m), calum is an all around slut for reader

———

i woke up from the sun peaking through the dark curtains in the room. i had stayed over at calum’s again, along with all the other boys. of course since im calum’s favorite though, i got to sleep in his bed. him and the other boys always took the guest room.

one time during the winter we had all stayed over, and i think i about pissed my pants when i saw all the boys cuddling together in the bed to stay warm.

i sat up from the bed, yawning before rubbing my eyes. i swung my legs over the bed, standing on the cold wood floor. i made my way over to calums closet, grabbing out my favorite sweatshirt of his. i slipped off my t shirt, throwing it on the floor, and pulled the green hoodie over my head.

the sweater was so large it hung down toward my mid thigh, covering the spandex shorts that i was wearing. i walked to the door, swinging it open, and making my way downstairs where i could hear the rest of the boys playing video games.

i passed by them, walking into the kitchen. calum and ashton had done a double take when they saw me, eyes widening as they looked at each other.

i ignored their behavior and grabbed myself a glass of apple juice. i walked back to the living room and sat myself next to calum, setting my glass on the coffee table. he shifted as i sat down next to him.

“is that my sweater?” he asked, looking at me. “mhm.” i hummed as i nodded my head. he shifted around again. i turned to look at him, wondering why he kept moving.

“you alright?” i asked. he nodded, trying to play it cool. “i can go change if you don’t want me wearing it.” i told him. he shook his head.

“no, no, no! it’s totally alright! i just didn’t expect it i guess?” he said as more of a question. i hummed in response, turning my head to watch the boys play their game.

i leaned my head against calum like i usually do, but of course he started shifting his legs again. i ignored it, but still worried i was making him uncomfortable.

a few minutes pass before calum gets up, saying he’ll be right back, and runs upstairs. “what’s with him?” i asked. they all shrugged, not too focused on anything other than their game. i got up to check on calum, heading to his room.

i was about to knock on the door, but then i had heard groaning. i was worried. was he hurt? the noises continued. i should’ve done something, anything other than just standing there, but i couldn’t. that’s when i had heard it.

“fuck, y/n,” he moaned. my face flushed and my eyes widened. oh my god. was he jerking off to me? is that why he kept shifting around?

i pushed the door open quietly and peeked in. sure enough, there calum was, laying back on his bed, with a hand down his pants. i squeezed my legs at the sight. it was something that felt wrong, but so wonderful.

i mean for fucks sake, calum and i have been best friends since we were three, wouldn’t that be weird to think of your best friend that way?

i opened the door wider and slipped myself into the room, and quietly closed the door. calum still hadn’t heard me, and kept doing what he was doing. i smirked at the sight before speaking.

“that feel good, cal? like thinking of me like that?” he shot up and grabbed something to cover up. that’s when i realized he had used my shirt, and had been smelling it.

“don’t get all shy now baby. i know you were using my shirt, thinking of how much you wanted me.” i teased, crawling onto the bed. i grabbed his hand that was holding my shirt, covering himself.

“this alright?” i asked. he nodded quickly. i moved his hand away, seeing his dick hard, red, and throbbing for attention. “all from me just wearing your sweater?” i stroked him slowly. he jerked his hips forward, throwing his head back.

“please, need you to do something, y/n/n.” he gasped. i smirked at his submission, still moving my hand slowly. “such a dirty boy. thinking of your best friend like this.” i spoke before taking him in my mouth.

he cursed at the sudden feeling, his hands flying to my head. he tangled his hands in my hair, groaning as i shoved his cock down my throat. “you love my throat? how it feels on your cock?” i said as i pulled off of him. he nodded his head, pulling me towards his face.

his lips collided with mine, hungrily kissing me. i pulled on his curls, causing him to moan into my mouth. “wanna be inside you, y/n, need you to be around my cock.” he panted. i leaned back from him, pulling my shorts off my legs.

his hands gripped my thighs, rubbing them up and down. they trailed to my lace panties, quickly tearing them off. “hey! those were expensive!” i pouted. he was kissing at my neck, leaving marks on me before speaking.

“i’ll buy you more. just need you on my cock.” he said, grasping my hips, lining himself up at my entrance. i smirked as i sunk down on him, releasing a moan. “oh fuck, cal, feel so good, so deep in me.” i praised him.

he whimpered at the feeling, still holding my hips as he helped me bounce up and down. “that feel good huh?” i asked him. he moaned, looking up at me.

“so good, ah, fuck! feels so good ma’am.” he spoke. my eyes widened at his words. i slowed down and watch his eyes widen too. i smirked at him, speeding up again.

“didn’t know you were like that cal, would’ve fucked you sooner if i knew.” i teased him. he groaned, and i felt him rut his hips up towards me, hitting deeper than he already was.

“fuck, oh god, calum, gonna cum!” i moaned, clenching myself around him. i continued bouncing on him, feeling him twitch inside me.

“wanna cum inside you, can i please cum inside you.” he begged. i nodded riding out my high. i felt hot spurts of his cum hit my insides, running back out onto his dick. i bounced a few more times before i got off him and laid down on the bed next to him.

we laid there together, our breathing the only sounds to be heard. i turned my head to look at him. “guess i gotta wear your clothes more often, huh?” i asked. he blushed, nodding his head. i ran my fingers through his hair before kissing him softly.

“i hope you guys used a condom!”

[kaleidoscopeminds]

the cat's plan

pairing: cake rating: t words: 11,449 tags: roommates, friends to lovers, cats, fluff

Calum would like it to go on the record that Luke never wanted to keep the cat in the first place. Luke would argue that’s not entirely true. Not that it matters anyway, because when Calum shows up in their flat after work, hoodie soaked through, a pitiful mewing coming from his pocket and a beseeching look in his eyes, there was no way Luke would have had it in him to say no.

A fic for the @5sos-fic-fest prompt fic event

[writersdare]

Prompt List – NEW –

Hi-hello, requests are finally open again! I made a longer prompt list this time; as always, you don't have to use it – only if you want to ♡

I'll write for: 5SOS, Stray Kids, BTS. I don’t mind to try to write for other fandoms if I’m familiar with them ♡

Prompt List:

“I can’t fall asleep without you by my side.”

“I don’t know what we are anymore.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Write my name next to yours.”

“Please, remember me.”

“Stay?”

“Stop promising. It’ll hurt so much once you break the promise.”

“I know that you’re hurting.”

“I’m sick of begging for the things that should be normal.”

“Just trust me." — “Oh, I’m trying to, really hard right now."

“Do you wanna go out sometime?”

“I can’t do this any longer.”

“You’re not useless.”

“When are you going to come back?”

“Why are you asking this?”

“I would like to hug you right now.”

“Why did you come?”

“Who the hell hurt you so bad?”

“I didn’t mean to fall in love with you. It just kind of happened.”

“So, we’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“We’re... just friends.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Home is so lonely without you.”

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretend they’re you.”

“Would you finally acknowledge my feelings for you if I kiss you right now? You’re so bad at taking hints.”

“Where’s the smile? They’re going to think I'm holding you hostage.”

“You saved me." — “It’s not a big deal.” — “No. You saved me.”

“Did you hear that?"

“Come on, let's get you home.”

“I understand. I missed my chance.”

“It's been a long day. I'm tired.”

“This is not where I’m supposed to be.”

“I'm sorry, I forgot. I forgot to tell you.”

“What am I supposed to be, impressed?”

"I kissed you.” — “I know, I was there."

“I’d rather end it all tonight.”

“Sorry, just figured you’d want some company.”

“Most people in my life leave.”

“You don’t need to do this if you don’t want to.”

I’m fine with writing about almost everything except smut and poly relationships.

– pics aren’t mine and belong to the rightful owner –

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The prompt list consists of quotes I came up with myself, as well as some I found on the Internet ♡

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You Don’t Like Me But I’m Your Friend

It took me a bit, but this was inspired by @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt #252 — Spill the tea, as well as a fill for @queer-it-up-bingo may prompt — Aro/Ace. You can read it under the cut and on Ao3 here.

Fandom: New Amsterdam (TV 2018)

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Casey Acosta & Lauren Bloom

Tags: Aromantic Asexual Character, Dating, Banter

Summary: Lauren wants to find Casey a date. Casey is at his limit.

Wordcount: 940

Also created for: @multifandom-flash, April Events: compliment day | You Got Guts / @eclipsingbingo, The Rising Moon event | Blind Date / @fandombingo, The Little Prince edition | “You will always be my friend.” / @fandom-free-bingo, Mary time May | “I don’t like you.”

Casey has managed to stay away from Bloom for most of the day. One ambiguous comment on Saint Valentine’s Day after the first failed attempt at romance that ended up in the ER, and the Chief of the department had found her personal goal of the day: trying to get him a date. Casey has rolled his eyes at the idea, and that’s what took for Lauren to push even more. He then thanked two broken bones, a viral infection and a problematic cardiac arrest, which had been keeping them busy and Lauren away from her shenanigans.

He has no interest in dating. He doesn’t do dates, or romance, or anything related to relationships that people expect you to be a part of. He doesn’t hang out with people having the pressure to make them like him, and he’s content with what he has.

A date would just be frustrating. A blind date, moreover, would be confusing for the other person with whom Casey would not seek more than, if it works out, a friendship.

And he doesn’t have time to tell Lauren all of this because now is his tea time: the perfect time-frame of fifteen minutes between the visits of the afternoon have left and the evening emergencies start to flood the room. He’s gotten to the residents’ lounge on the third floor, because the ER may have the best coffee, but he knows where to get his jam from. Well, his tea.

The room is empty and Casey goes through the cupboards in search of his vanilla rooibos, a box he hides behind the snacks he believes are of the oncology resident. He takes one little bag, gets the water, and—

“You got guts.” He doesn’t have to turn around to know it’s Bloom on the door-frame, and he does his best to not roll his eyes again. “Hiding from me in the place where you think I don’t know you go to every day at this time?”

“I’m not hiding. And this can wait ten minutes,” he excuses himself.

“Emergencies won’t wait ten minutes for you to—” she sniffs, leaning to a side to try and get a look at what he is doing. “Wait, what’s that? Vanilla?”

“It is. Which I don’t share with people who try to get me dates.” With the water boiling, Casey folds his arms and leans on the counter, turning to hear Bloom’s intervention.

“What’s wrong with dating? Going out, having fun, doing things with someone you don’t know that you wouldn’t do with someone you do know …?”

“You’re not making it better.”

“Alright, I know blind dates can be scary. But they can be something you can enjoy too, if you don’t expect more than a fun evening.” Lauren smiles. She believes she’s getting somewhere with this. “Based on your dating score, which since I know you remain at zero, you don’t look like you would want anything out of a date. Or … do you?”

“I …” Casey sighs, “don’t even know where to start. I don’t want anything out of a date.”

“Alright, this gives us more room. I can pick someone you know or someone you don’t, whatever you want.” She’s smiling with confidence, and Casey fears what is coming next. “I’ve heard Calum from Accounting is single again, and there’s this cute girl who’s just moved in next door from my apartment!”

“Lauren.” The only way to stop her is using her first name. If Casey knew her middle one, he may use it too. “You’re not reading the room we’re in. I don’t even want a date.”

“So dating sounds like a nightmare to you as it does to me, doesn’t it?” She has come closer as Casey put together his tea and now plays with an open packet of peanuts someone has left forgotten there.

“I’ve never been on a date,” he says. “Well, I think I have been in a couple, but without knowing they were dates. I don’t understand how dates work.”

“So, this whole situation would put you at … unease,” Lauren reasons.

“Yes. I mean, no,” he shakes his head, “I wouldn’t go on a date, to begin with.” He takes a sip from the tea, and hopes the conversation doesn’t escalate.

“Not a romantic date, I get it. But what about … a friends’ date?” She arches an eyebrow. “You have friends. And I know I drive you crazy sometimes, —”

“More times than that,” Casey mumbles under his breath.

“But, I will always consider you my friend. If you consider me yours, that’s it. So, tonight …” she plays with the peanut on her hand instead of finishing the sentence.

“Let me guess, you don’t have plans for tonight, do you?” Casey figures out. 

“Not one,” Lauren replies after throwing a peanut to her mouth. “Ask me on a friends’ date.”

Casey laughs, holding his mug with two hands. “That’s not happening.”

“C’mon. If I ask you, you will say ‘no’.”

“And you’re not wrong,” he points out.

“I’m starting to think this conversation isn’t going to end,” and now she sighs.

“Alright, Doctor Bloom. Forgetting how unprofessional this sounds, you got plans for tonight?”

“We don’t work in the same department, Casey, hanging out outside of the hospital is completely fine.”

He shows a closed smile, full of irony. “I’m not the one pushing the other to have a date here. Think of somewhere you can take me to grab a drink.”

“So, now that this is settled … can I try that?” Lauren looks at his mug. “It smells fantastic.”

“I don’t like you enough. You should get your own vanilla rooibos.”

[littledrummeraussie]

Hi Angie! Can I get a little boyfriend!michael action that’s sweet but also smutty? - sadistmichael 👀💕

Hi Jex, hi hi 👀❤️‍🔥 @sadistmichael 

Here is the rest of the teaser I’ve sent you a few days ago! I think you will like this one 🥰 some sweet, but hot hot Michael smutty goodness for you. I’ve tried my hands at the gender neutral thing, I hope it works somehow!

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sweet cherry pie. [a smutty Michael blurb]

warnings: boyfriend!Michael. gender neutral reader. [please let me know how it went, and where that could be improved!] some sucking and licking. oral sex (reader receiving). penetration. dirty talk. a bit of an exhibition kink. sex without protection in an established relationship.

I’ve used a few lines from this prompt list which you will find bolded below, so credit goes to @a-cure-for-writers-block

word count: 1600

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“You’re up too?”

Michael sleepily rubbed at his eyes as he shuffled into the kitchen, grey sweatpants riding low on his hips, feet bare against the cold tiles. You were sitting on top of the counter, so he moved between your legs, arms wrapping around your waist and burying his face into your neck, mumbling his affirmation against your skin.

“Whatcha doing?” he rubbed his cheek against yours and you giggled, ruffling his soft blond hair.

“Eating the last of the cherry pie before someone else gets to it,” you nodded at the plate next to you, sticking a bite onto your fork to put it into your mouth. “Want some?”

He didn’t reply, just opened his mouth, letting you feed him with the sweet dessert. He hummed happily, burrowing back into you and you massaged the back of his neck, earning another soft moan from him.

“You really are up in the middle of the night so Calum wouldn’t eat your pie?” a smile pulled at his lips, fingers teasingly playing with the hem of your night shorts.

“He’s been eyeing them, and you know this was my piece, I just couldn’t eat it,” you shrugged, popping a cherry into your mouth and licking off the juice from your fingers.

Michael knew you loved his friends, but food was never safe when they were around, especially when you were going on a trip and needed to share a fridge. But Michael wasn’t thinking about the others now, no – he was focusing on your fingers and your lips, the juice from the cherry making them an inviting red, and he felt his cock stir while looking at you. His arms around you tightened as he leaned up, pressing his lips to yours, and you moaned when his tongue licked into your mouth, tasting the sweetness from there.

“Gimmie one,” Michael’s voice was husky, eyes quickly going to the plate then back to you, and you reached for another cherry, holding it in front of him.

He took it from you, tongue licking around your fingers and you clenched your thighs together, breath quickening as he sucked on your fingers, green eyes darkening as he held your gaze. Michael’s hands wandered down to your ass, squeezing your cheeks before his fingers pushed under your shorts and started tugging them off, lifting you up from the counter.

“Fuck, Mike, what– umpf!” you let out a sound as he pushed you down on the counter, your legs propped up onto the edge as he spread you open, tongue sliding against the wetness between your thighs. “Fuck!”

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he mumbled against your skin, running his tongue over your sex again.

You put a hand over your mouth, trying to keep quiet, moans muffled against your palm while the other slipped onto the back of Michael’s head, your fingers tangling into his hair to slightly tug on it while keeping him between your legs. His arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you in place as he ate you out, the sucking and slurping sounds echoing around in the empty kitchen, and you shivered thinking about one of the other guys hearing you.

“What did you think of, naughty babe?” Michael swirled his tongue around, teasing it over your hole as more arousal coated your sex. “You’re absolutely soaked.”

“Someone could hear us–” you bit on your lip as he sucked a sensitive spot, voice turning into a soft whine. “Fuck. Me.”

Michael’s fingers tightened on your thighs, a growl stifled against your lap as he finally pulled back. His eyes were dark and his beard wet with your arousal. He licked his lips, eyes boring into yours before he picked you up again, quickly flipping you over and pushing you down onto the counter, and you knew his fingers will leave marks all over your hips.

You moaned as you felt the cold countertop against your chest, nipples hardening, the thin shirt you wore not doing much to keep you warm. Michael was already behind you, his bulge rubbing against the back of your thigh as he let out his own sounds. You could see him in the reflection of the window, eyes closed and head thrown back as he rutted his cock against your sex, his tip nudging against your hole.

“You want it, baby?” he taunted you sweetly, reaching into his sweats to pull out his dick, leisurely jerking it. “Want my dick in you?”

“Please Mike,” you let out a soft moan, wiggling your ass and trying to push back to feel him against you. “Put it in me!”

“Not so shy now, are you?” he clicked his tongue, swiping the head over your entrance, pushing it in just an inch or two to stretch you, then pulling back. “Not worried about the others hearing you now, are you?”

“Don’t care…” you sighed frustratedly, spearing your legs more as you held onto the edge of the counter. “Please, Mike, want your cock in me!”

Michael growled at your words, fingers tightening on your hips again as he pushed into you, earning a squeak at his sudden move. He gave you a few shallow thrusts, watching his cock stretching your hole, your wetness coating his hard shaft more and more with every inch he pushed into you.

“You can take it, you’ve done it before,” his fingers ran through your hair, caressing it softly before giving it a little tug, a moan catching in your throat. “Just a little more, that’s it.”

You felt his hips against your ass as he buried his dick deep inside you, staying still while you adjusted to his size, always so big and hard, you were almost surprised the two of you fit together so well. His thumb teased over the sensitive skin where you were stretched around him, slowly pulling out until only his tip was inside of you, then a second later he slammed his dick back into your heat, building up a quick pace. You held onto the counter as he fucked you from behind, chest dragging against the cold marble, moans spilling out of your lips which you tried to stifle against your arm. Michael’s hips slapped against your ass with every thrust, the wet sounds of his cock going in and out of you in a frantic pace echoing around the kitchen, so obscene and so fucking sexy.

“Anyone could just walk in on us and see me fucking you senseless,” his fingers dug into your hips as he drilled you, and you would have agreed to anything he said as long as he made you come. “You’re so fucking soaked around me, bet they could hear it upstairs as well, know even before catching us how good I’m fucking you.”

“So good… so deep in me…” you babbled incoherently, arching your back a little so his tip dragged against a sensitive spot inside you, making you gasp. “Fuck Michael, harder!”

“You wanna scream, baby?” he pushed in harder, voice a low whisper as he pounded his hips against your ass. “Does it get you off? Thinking of Calum hearing you begging for my cock and getting off on it? Or Luke getting all hot and bothered just from your voice until he cannot help himself? Do you want Ashton to give you those fucking knowing looks that he knew what we were doing, maybe even make a comment that he enjoyed it too? That’s what you want, baby? Everyone to know how needy you are? How slutty you are for me?”

“Shit, Mike, I’m coming! I’m coming, I’m com–” you choked on your words from the climax running through your veins and how Michael’s palm covered your mouth, muffling your moans and whimpers as you clenched around his dick.

“I know you love getting off on the thought of them hearing you… but those sounds are only for me,” he growled into your ear, fucking you through your orgasm. “Come on, give me one more!”

His hand dipped between your thighs, fingers rubbing your sensitive skin, fucking you until he felt your body tremble, the wet sounds of your bodies moving together and your laboured pants the perfect soundtrack of your midnight adventure. Michael buried his face into your neck, teeth slightly sinking into your skin as he groaned, hips pumping quickly against your heat as he came. He sagged against your body, trying to catch his breath as he pulled out, and you felt his cum running down your thighs, warm and sticky, a sure sign of his claim on you.

“That was fucking hot, baby,” he pressed an open-mouth kiss against your neck where he bit you, fingers softly petting your hips.

“…do you think they heard us?” you let out a breathless giggle, wiggling under his body until he straightened up, tucking his cock back into his sweats before pulling your shirt over your ass to cover you up a bit.

“If they did then they got one hell of a show,” he gave you a toothy smile, a laugh paired with it as he pulled you to his chest, giving a light tap to your ass. “Come on, I’ll help you clean up.”

“I wanna finish my pie,” you gave Michael a pout, knowing he cannot resist it, and he rolled his eyes with a fond smile on his lips, reaching for the dessert on the counter before picking up two forks.

“We can have a picnic in bed, sure. But don’t blame me if I end up eating it off of you.”

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It’s the SECOND Murderbot Gurathin Equinox Event! #MBGEquinox

This is my pinned post which I will edit to add my contributions to…only brief descriptions, fuller descriptions in the longer thread and on AO3!

The AO3 link is:

I Don't Like You / I Know: A Murderbot Gurathin Equinox Event

👆has all the prompts etc and you can find the collected works there (including last year’s)

The hashtag is #MBGEquinox

So—this year!

Day one: celebrating the 2nd ever MBGEquinox on the 22nd

[ID: two little cakes decorated to represent MB and G!/end ID]

Day TWO: the prompt was “A Thousand Knives Song by RY X”

Day THREE: the prompt was “Don't You Dare (Make Me Fall in Love With You) Song by Kaden MacKay”

I wrote a little fic, called Don’t You Dare

Don't you dare make me fall in love with you (lyrics)

Don't you dare enchant me with those eyes

“He kept looking at me, or trying not to look at me, which was worse. ”

If I fell through your skies, There's no way you would catch me

“I knew Gurathin was testing me again, but if something went wrong and he got killed, I wouldn’t mind as much as I would if it was one of the others.”

There's a tear in my heart, But your patch wouldn't match me

Being near you still adds to the size of my sighs

“Gurathin sighed and rubbed his face and looked off into the distance, like he regretted all his life choices that had led to him standing here right now. On our private feed connection, he sent, Or you could just show them where you were when this person was being killed.”

There's still seismic events at hellos and goodbyes

“Gurathin’s expression I interpreted as appalled. I still don’t like you, either.”

“(“I don’t want to be a pet robot.”

“I don’t think anyone wants that.”

That was Gurathin. I don’t like him. “I don’t like you.”

“I know.”

He sounded like he thought it was funny. “That is not funny.”

“I’m going to mark your cognition level at fifty-five percent.”

“Fuck you.”

“Let’s make that sixty percent.”)”

And I still need reminders of why it's unwise

To stare

“My jaw was so tight it triggered a performance reliability alert in my feed. I said, “You don’t need to look at me. I’m not a sexbot.”

So don't you dare…

Day FOUR: the prompt was ‘On the Floor’ Song by Perfume Genius

Lock the door, I shake, I promise everyday, to change

I cross out his name on the page

“Lock the door”

NB—the padlock was NOT left on the bridge, apparently it’s a nuisance and littering

Day FIVE: the prompt was Hozier – ‘Francesca’

Contains the lyric: “Each piece of your body”

YES! I am taking this out of context ;)

I cannot thank my beloved child enough for the AMAZING job they did of translating my designs to my nails—bravo them!

Also credit to @gauzyfruitcake for their wonderful Gurathin design which influences all my work

Day SIX: the prompt was Lost Frequencies ft. Calum Scott – Where Are You Now

Day Seven: Prompt Choose Me by James Blake lyrics “You say, 'there are always flowers in bloom'”

[tessa-liam]

Smoke and Mirrors

Smoke and Mirrors 

-6- You Are the Reason 

Book: The Royal Romance Finale +, Alternate Universe 

Series Premise: Hidden in the shadows, poised to challenge the status quo are enemies of the state. The loyalties and honesty of family and of friends will be tested. ‘Keep your friends close, your enemies closer.’ 

•Catch up: Smoke and Mirrors Masterlist 

•Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks-Rys, OTP ‘LiRi’ 

   2nd Pairings: Leo Rys x Amalas 

                         Drake Walker x F!OC Delaney Leigh  

All characters belong to Pixelberry except Delaney Leigh, Officer Alex Cossoy, Geoffrey Bessler (Amalas’ head guard) 

•Rating: M🔞*Series Warnings: NSFW material, sexual innuendo, adult language/swearing/drinking, gun violence. 

•Category: Alternate Universe/on-going series/angst/fluff 

•Words: 1774, Read: 9 minutes 

Chapter 6: You Are the Reason 

Insert picture*** 

Chapter Summary: Arriving back at the Monterissan palace, discoveries are uncovered, and fears are realized. 

Music Inspiration: Need You Now – Lady Antebellum 

                                 You Are the Reason – Calum Scott 

A/N1: My submission for @choicesflashfics Week #27, Prompt #3 - “I don’t know if I want to know the answer, but what are you doing?” 

***insert picture 

Monterisso Royal Palace - Seaside Balcony 

It had just turned 10 p.m. and the sun was setting over the Mediterranean Sea. The cool pool water was refreshing as Riley leaned back to submerge under the surface. Even though it was late evening, the temperature in the Capital was still 43 degrees C. 

Amalas slowly lifted her gaze up when she noticed Geoffrey, her head royal guard, step onto the terrace beside the jacuzzi. 

“Your Majesty, please excuse my interruption.” 

“Yes, Geoffrey?” 

“King Liam’s Royal motorcade has arrived at the palace.” 

“Thank you.” Amalas sat up and reached for a towel. 

Noticing Riley was getting out of the pool, “Hey, Ri? Is the pool is too cool for you?” 

Riley laughed, “oh no, the water is amazing. I totally forgot how hot it was out here tonight.” 

“Where are you off to? Would you like another iced tea?” 

“I would love that, thanks. Let me just check on the girls quickly; I will be right back.” 

“I wonder why Liam is coming back tonight?” 

“I am not sure; Leo messaged me earlier and said that they had hit a dead end,” 

Completely unaware that Liam and Leo had just walked out onto the terrace behind her, Riley slipped into her sandals. Liam lifted his finger to his lips to signal to Amalas not to alert her. 

Amalas chuckled as she watched her surprised friend turn and then ‘yelp’ when she was lovingly encased in the arms of her husband from behind, as Liam caught her off guard. 

“My love, maybe it would be better if you join me in the jacuzzi instead of roaming around the palace in your towel?” Liam whispers in his smooth, deep baritone into her ear. 

Smirking, Liam grins as Riley shakes her head. 

“Well, I’m delighted you came home early,” Riley coos. 

Turning and slipping her hands up Liam’s chest, she reaches up to kiss him ‘hello’.  

“Hey, Ri, how is the water?” Leo interrupts. 

Sauntering up to Leo, Amalas quips, “well, there is another way to find out.” 

Leo leans down to kiss her cheek. “Is that so? Care to take a swim with me?” 

Amalas coyly smiles, “follow me.” 

*** 

“So, tell me, Liam, what happened today? What changed?” 

Liam looked at the ceiling, “I overheard that the Interpol intelligence reports showed that this palace would likely be the location of where my ‘supposed’ sister would be.” 

“Liam, who did you overhear?” 

“Alex Cossoy. He was confiding that to Olivia.” 

“Oh my God, here?” Riley gasped. 

“He told Olivia that his gut feeling was that this woman has a connection to the royal guard here in the palace through Bastien.” 

“Bastien? Bastien again! It seems like there is a covert underground spy network between our countries.” 

“Well, I am delegating this investigation to my brother. Leo has agreed to head the investigation with the assistance of Interpol here in Monterisso.  

Since Officer Cossoy is assigned to Cordonia, he will lead the investigation from our palace. Olivia has already offered her assistance to Interpol. 

Liam stopped, turning to Riley, “I need to get you and Ellie out of Monterisso now. It's not safe here; we are going home.” 

Spotting the King and Queen walking towards her, Mara, who was standing guard outside the princess’ room, bows. 

“Your Majesties.” 

Riley nods and walks inside of her daughter’s room. 

“Hello Mara, any issues to report?” Liam asks, noticing the guard’s attention was focused behind his right shoulder. “Your Majesty, I need to report a concerning incident that I witnessed earlier this evening.” 

Officer Cossoy, responding to Mara’s request stepped alongside Liam. 

*** 

Mediterranean Sea, Monterisso 

“Never have I ever, ever thought I would someday be swimming in the Mediterranean,” Delaney smiled widely. 

Drake answered back, “never have I ever thought I would be skinny dipping with a hot blond in the Mediterranean." He raised his eyebrows and grinned. “...but, here we are!” 

Wanting to get closer, he stepped forward. admiring her curves underneath her bikini top. 

“Well, not yet, anyway.” Drake chuckled reaching for the tie of her top. 

“I don’t know if I want to know the answer, but what are you doing?” Delaney asked curiously. 

“I think it’s time to teach you how to swim.” 

Delaney gasped and started to walk backwards away from him. 

“Tonight? Are you sure that’s a good idea?” 

“Not in a lake, not in a pool, but in open water,” he told her confidently. 

She stared at him, “you mean like, here in the ocean?” 

Delaney had told Drake her fear of deep water. Drake had made a promise of teaching her to swim so that her fears would diminish. 

He nodded, “I know you can do this.” Walking towards her, Delaney stared at his broad, ripped chest. 

Delaney thought about it, “Why are you so sure I can do it?” 

Drake smiled, “Because you’re smart and beautiful, and you can do anything you put your mind to. 

Come on, get your suit off and come here,” waggling his brows he closed the distance, drawing her close. 

“And there it is!” Delaney giggled. 

*** 

Eleanor’s Chamber 

The nightlight glowed soft blue as Riley entered the room. Ellie was wide awake, sitting on the bed, holding her lovey tightly. 

“Mommy!” Her bottom lip quivering as she raised her arms for a hug. 

“Sweetheart, what is it?” Riley rushed to her bedside and enveloped her daughter in her arms as Ellie started to cry. 

“I’m scared. I want to go home.” 

Riley knelt down beside her. 

“It is late. I am sorry you are afraid. Tell me about your bad dream.” 

“Mommy, I didn’t have a dream.” 

“If you cannot sleep, I will sit with you.” 

“I don’t like that lady.” 

Puzzled, Riley asks, “What lady, sweetie?” 

“The lady who was reading a story to me and Mikky. The one who looks like Daddy.” 

Shocked, Riley gasped, finding it hard to breathe. It took every strength to hold it together and to remain calm in front of her daughter. 

“Li..Li..Liaaammm” Riley cried out.   

*** 

Walking along the shore, hand in hand, Delaney and Drake were close to the palace as Drake started to slow. Looking sheepish, he turned, and paused scanning the outside perimeter of palace terrace. 

“Drake? Where did our backpacks go; I don’t see them anywhere.” 

“Stay here, I will run up and take a closer look.” 

Close to the exterior wall of the palace, he spotted a tall figure looking up to the terrace with binoculars. 

Slowing his movements, he called out, “excuse me, have you....” 

“Freeze!” 

Before his eyes, Drake watched as two men pointed their firearms at the figure in the shadows. 

‘Shit, what the hell?’ 

He stood motionless as the lone figure turned and started to run. 

A gunshot rang out as one of the men fired a warning shot into the air. 

His next thought was, ‘Delaney!’ as someone pulled Drake down to the ground from behind. 

“Who the fuck...”, Drake jostled hands off his shoulders. He stopped and turned as Olivia lifted her eyebrow. 

“Just say ‘thanks’, Walker.  

Drake felt relief when he spotted Delaney standing at a safe distance at the seashore. 

Olivia and Drake turned and noticed the lone figure being arrested; cuffed and led away, Lena was silent. 

*** 

Leo and Amalas heard the sound of a gunshot, as they were talking and lounging inside the jacuzzi. 

“What the hell!” Leo jumped up looking toward the barrier wall of the terrace. 

“Your highness, get down.” Geoffey shouted as members of the Monterissian Royal guard surrounded their queen. 

*** 

Liam pushed Mara aside as he bolted into Eleanor’s room. 

Noticing Riley’s fear stricken look and his daughter crying in her arms, he knelt down beside them and enveloped them protectively. 

Officer Cossoy entered next, with his gun drawn. Mara locked and secured the door behind her as she noticed royal guards standing at attention in the hall outside. 

“Your Majesties, there is a situation developing outside and the palace is in lockdown.” 

*** 

The sound of the engines could be heard from outside the SUV as it moved closer to the Royal jet on the tarmac. 

Riley watched Drake help Delaney out of the lead SUV already stopped up ahead. 

“Are you ready, my love?” Liam asked Riley, as he lifted Ellie, fast asleep, from her car seat. 

“I am.” 

He smiled, “Then let us go home.” 

Taking her hand, he led her to the door of the jet. 

“Your majesty,” Mara greeted as the nanny lifted the sleeping princess from Liam’s arms. 

As the jet took off, the sun was rising on the horizon. 

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MAY THE BEST MAN WIN

competing for the best toast at their best friends' wedding, calum and tanner go from being pretend rivals to… something like friends. maybe a little more? may the best man win.

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A/N: my contribution to the 5sos friends to lovers fic fest! this was lots of fun. epilogue maybe coming soon?

prompt: Characters A & B are very close friends of C & D who are getting married today. A is C's best man and B is D's best man. Obviously, they have to spend a lot of time together planning bachelor parties and arguing over who is going to write the best speech. Before the wedding, B needs help doing up his tie, and A's fingers keep scraping against his skin. Surely a kiss between the best men isn't such a bad idea, right?

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