#larry fic masterlist

[alwaysxlarrie]

harry is louis’ baby fic rec masterlist part 2 :)

hi hello, so, i actually started putting together this masterlist at the end of april (since then, ‘ain’t that a kick in the head!’ has been deleted, which was on the original list. big rip) but then life just kept getting in the way. & i have like 57485 fic rec masterlists that i want to get out but i wanted to post this one first, so. here i am. i usually do 50 fics per rec list, but this is 25. so it seems i can do a (semi) shorter fic rec list. who would’ve thought? anyway, enjoy!!

a million roses (bathed in rock n’ roll) by deLILAh

i’d come across this fic a number of times before i actually read it because i don’t listen to lana del rey (thank you jennifer & @hlkings for showing me the wonders of her music) so i wasn’t sure if i’d be able to follow the storyline. but!!! worry not. that knowledge isn’t required. amazing strangers to lovers, good smut, 10/10 relationship development & individual character development 

and the truth shall set you free... by @jaerie / jaerie

jaerie knows i love this fic. my friends know i love this fic. i’m pretty sure most of the world’s population knows too. the relationship development in general & portrayal of inexperienced!harry/experienced!louis is top tier. it’s interesting reading harry going through his journey, in a generally pretty accurate way (from the perspective of someone who grew up religious), so i love that it’s in harry’s pov. i love how louis goes from teasing to soft to guiding so naturally, as well.

a rose, by any other name by @canonlarry / iwillpaintasongforlou

this fic portrays protective louis so well while harry’s still independent & in charge of his own autonomy. there’s some mentions of violence in this, just a disclaimer, but it’s veryyyyy minor! really good (dark) plot twist at the end too!

a cage for every ugly spirit by sarcasticfluentry

listennnnnnnnnnnnn. this fic??? & it’s sequel???? amazing. top tier. i just love how all the different elements of religion, kink, romance, smut, etc connect

be my little good luck charm by 100percentsassy

the flirting!!!!!! my heart!!!!!!!!!! i know larry hitting it off right away is a canon trope & all that but it’s not always easy to write in a way that doesn’t feel rushed & this fic depicts that perfectly. there’s so much wonderful humor, fluffy moments & lots of domesticness.

baby we could be enough (i’ll make this feel like home) by orphan account

i am an absolute sucker for fics where either harry or louis is a single father & the other one just swoops into their life & fits. & that’s exactly how this fic is. i’m not an angst person at all, but i also love how there’s realistic angst/concerns that a single parent would have about bringing another person into their lives. other than that bit, there’s still a whole lotta fluff !!

breathless for eternity by cabinbythesea

wow another fic where they’re strangers, hit it off immediately & have the cutest dynamic!! i’m a walking cliché atp but listen, although this is mostly pwp imo, the way louis picks up on harry’s mannerisms, what he needs as a sub, how to tease, etc is beautiful???? that takes talented writing!! we love to see it?? thank you for this???

boy for sale by @ohpleaselarry / ohpleaselarry

i mean, listen. do be mindful of the tags & what not, but. at the very core, harry is simply louis’ baby & you will not be convincing me otherwise. i would absolutely die for a prequel or a sequel. the undertones throughout this fic are *chef’s kiss*

baby thinking of you keeps me up all night by ballsdeepinjesus

i am nothing if not consistent with loving famous!louis/fanboy!harry fics, alright? you gotta give me that at least. the internal struggle louis goes through throughout the majority of this fic is so funny but also so real of him??? plus, we love thigh fucking here, so. a winner in my book!

do not falter (there’s a star ahead) by @londonfoginacup / ladylondonderry

all you need in life is harry feeling safe surrounded by louis’ scent. shit, me too, harold. there’s so much cuteness in such a short lil fic & altho it’s open ended, we all know they got together & lived happily ever after, thank you v much

gotta get (me) outta my head by @parmahamlarrie / parmahamlarrie

i have severe adult adhd & the way bee wrote this is phenomenal at making anyone who has adhd feel so seen & understood. i dream about writing my struggles w adhd as wonderfully as she did. & the way louis helps harry & is there for her in just the right ways so, so fantastically done. top tier fic for sure. 

heartbeat (fire on fire) by @larryficwriter / theifinlife

this fic was written for my @notjustsmutficfest & i adore it. louis being so vulnerable to comfort harry, louis’ family being so supportive, the check ins during the smut, the way harry makes sure louis is okay too??? I’M CRYING PEOPLE (also, there’s great smut, too)

i love this feeling (but i hate this part) by @lululawrence / lululawrence

i love the crack mixed with cute dynamic mixed with dealing with very real life situations. & the teasing at the end????? i cry!!! give this a read asap rocky

i’ll crash until you notice me by @aliensingucci / stylinsoncity

i love the pacing & how it brings in realistic elements of a boss/employee relationship while not taking out you out of the fic. top tier smut & dirty talk. the bar + bathroom scene??? that shit was art. also i love how much harry went to bat for the natives & kept coaxing louis to respect the culture of the buildings & all that. (like it’s the bare minimum really but i do like the fact that the fic went into that aspect & acknowledged it!)

late night talking by @kingsofeverything / kingsofeverything

this is simply just me continuing to not let lauren forget how much i love this fic. i could talk about this fic for hours & i’ve included this on a masterlist before but idc bc listen. the sneak dating?? the flirting?? the tension building?? there were a few plot points that kept me on my toes (everett, i’m looking at you & how long you managed to stick around for) & i respect that. i have so much more i could say about this fic but i’ll stop here so i don’t spoil anything lol.

my pleasure (to make you mine) by @zanniscaramouche / zanni_scaramouche

i don’t think i’ve let zanni have a moment of peace about this fic since i read it. for that, zanni, i’m sorry. but i’m also really, really not. the way their dynamic right off the bat is so seamless & louis does his best to make harry feel comfortable is what we in the industry like to call cinema. prior to this fic i didn’t really care one way or the other about nipple play in fics & now i don’t understand why it doesn’t occur more in fics?? zanni, you’ve changed me as a woman thx bb

meow or never by velvetnoodle

as a cat lover who has attempted to discreetly bring cats home before & a louis lover, i understand harry’s dilemma. i would also do exactly what he did if given louis’ offer. i will leave it at that & will let you bask in the magic that is this fic.

no bunny but you by @crinkle-eyed-boo / crinkle-eyed-boo

this is another fic i will simply never shut up about. louis is smooth as shit??? like. i WISH a guy would do for me what he did for harry in this. there’s just so much to adore in this from the flirting, the teasing, the relationship developments, the softness, all the little plot twists. 10/10, top tier, no notes

promise not to fade away by @nobodymoves / you_explode

i adore the way this toed the line of angst & fluff so well. it’s so sweet & cute & hot & has an open/ambiguous ending that still gives you a sense of closure imo. as someone who typically is not an open/ambiguous ending fic fan, i absolutely endorse this fic. 

stood up by panda_bear21

the pop punk!louis/popstar!harry (or the bad boy!louis/good boy!harry) trope will always give me the will to live. i love this fic bc it’s cute & does sexual tension well & while it does bring up closeting & general hollywood shittiness, it does a good job of making you feel like it’s not the actual focus of the plot & still leaves you with some hope, if that makes sense & i appreciate that v much

three french hems by 100percentsassy & gloria_andrews

idk if it’s because i started reading fan fics on wattpad (i mean, really my journey started w fanfiction.net & the fics that had the actual fic in the youtube description box & the video was a slideshow of pics but i digress) but i have a soft spot for smaus. & they can be....tricky (the wattpad homies know) but this is done so well & i need someone to get louis some perfectly cooked prawns pls!!!! also louis having a thing for harry’s thighs rly makes this baby a winner imo

to be a better man by @thedevilinmybrain / devilinmybrain

i have a weak spot for fics where harry or louis cheat on their significant other w each other. it’s my guilty pleasure. sue me. jen is so good at describing feelings, actions, etc to make you feel like you’re in the fic watching it happen. i adore the changes in larry’s dynamic, how smoothly it all happened, how much louis cared & understood exactly what harry needed, how easily harry gave in &let louis take care of him. i would absolutely read a part 2 of this w harry & louis together

wrapped in light, in life, in love by orphan account

i will never not be obsessed w fics that have the louis is gemma’s best friend & harry’s in love w him trope. that mixed w how easily & instantaneously harry & louis get along even after not seeing each other for years? add a dash of harry having louis’ baby & how obvious they are about their feelings for each other? GIMME

when we were young by @allwaswell16 / allwaswell16

ok so this is a series, not a fic B U T i feel like  you can read the fics stand alone & you can feel the vibe from each fic, but i think since they both have the ~vibe~ you just feel it all so much more when you read them together. ANYWAY. they’re so obviously smitten w each other & of course everyone else can see it but them. harry is an oblivious shit but we love him (&so does louis).

you took my heart by surprise by @loveislarryislove / livelaughlovelarry

it takes a while for harry & louis to warm up to each other, but once they do, it is just...so, so good. annika’s writing will make you feel like you’re actually experiencing the same emotions as the characters are. louis’ protectiveness & how adamant he is to not let anything get in the way of protecting harry, including himself is so heartbreakingly sweet. i cry. i adore how annika describes the emotionally conflicting emotions & situations while keeping the undertone of how much they care about & want each other. annika does not play when it comes to angst & that is a warning (although this is def not her most angst-filled fic by any means)

your heart can love again by sloganeer

this fic speaks to the famous!louis/fanboy!harry stan in me. a shocker, truly, i know! it’s so cute. i love how their relationships transitions in a way that’s quick but doesn’t feel forced & just makes sense -- the way they get domestic so quickly is simply *chefs kiss*

**friendly reminder to please leave kudos & comments on any of the fics you end up reading from this !! show the writers some love :)**

[ashlinxsloves]

SALLY FACE MASTERLIST

Some of these fics are mature and/or 18+, so minors don't interact with the nsfw fics!!!

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[not-fitzwilliam-darcy]

✨ONE DIRECTION (Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

🌻Leave the Sunshine out

"You alright there, lad?”

Harry startled, and drew his hand away so fast it hit the coffee cup, spilling it on the tawny brown table and the dry brownies, which became soggy enough soon. The ‘oh shit’ from the enabler of the crime goes unheard as Harry scrambles to move his precious laptop away from the mess. It gets a little too hard to breathe, a little too stuffy, everything feels uncomfortable and too sudden and hard to comprehend and there’s a yellow rag and someone’s wiping the table and it goes round and round and round…

“Hey! Earth to pretty boy! Are you alright?”

Harry blinks, heartbeat running a goddamned marathon and skin tingling like Velcro tape. It takes him a moment to focus but when he finally lands his gaze on the boy, well, his world kind of stops.

***

Harry should really send that email before it's past deadline but he's anxious. Louis is the cute barista that distracts him.

🌻Ready for a war

Harry is a hero, Louis is a villain. Louis wants to destroy the one Harry loves.

🌻She is Beauty, We are World Class

Harry grinned widely. "Okay," he said, giggling. "Take me out to somewhere nice then, Mr. Tomlinson. I’m free tomorrow."

"I will, I promise." Louis couldn’t help reflecting Harry’s grin. "Meet me near the Royal Opera House, at four thirty?"

Harry hesitated. "What if someone sees?"

"Someone is bound to see." Louis’ smile dimmed a little, the fear that pulsed through him earlier in the evening coming back. "But society is blind to things they do not want to see, love. Let’s take advantage of it."

"As the historians say, they were friends."

"I’d even go so far as to say they were roommates."

***

A 70's London AU where Louis loses himself, and Harry finds him before he gets lost.

🌻Honey, I rose up from the dead (I do it all the time)

It became a thing.

His fate was already written. Louis William Tomlinson was dead—or, rather, supposed to be dead.

And yet.

***

Where Louis doesn't want to die and a hundred years later, Harry is still trying to kill him.

🌻Sculpt my World (in the palm of your hand)

What Louis needed was to relax. A pint or two with his friends, take someone home, and let out the pent-up frustration, maybe. That would have helped him.

Not this whatever-hipster-earthy shit that Zayn takes him to on the only day of the week he’s free.

Kil’n it! Pottery and Ceramic Studio

Pasted on the glass door was a hand-written sign: Pottery classes Every Saturday from 10:00–11:30.

"Zayn." Louis refused to put his foot in that monstrosity without an explanation. "What am I doing here?"

"Relaxing?" Zayn asked questioningly.

"I thought of a spa day." Louis was getting desperate. "Massage, pampering, going to the bar, and drinking my liver off?"

Zayn just rolled his eyes. "It’s ten in the morning, Lou; we’re not getting drunk when the sun is high."

***

Louis just wanted to spend his free day relaxing. Pottery helps.

🌻Good-Old Fashioned Lover Boy

Harry's savior complex has often led him to rather questionable situations, but this might take the cake. When a miscalculated decision leads to an accidental courtship with the sweetest, most gentle alpha, Harry is torn between breaking the alpha's heart and telling the truth. Yes, Louis does seem to give unorthodox courting gifts, but he is rather endearing and Harry is just an omega, after all.

✨ GOOD OMENS (Aziraphale/Crowley)

🌻Raindrops

Time is a fickle thing; Nina and Maggie had gotten married, and Muriel had finally understood the mechanics of running a bookshop without actually selling any books. Seeing them mended his heart in a way he couldn’t explain, and by some feat, Crowley had lived again, regardless -knit friendship he had formed with the bottles in the attic, and he kept going on.

Someday, he’d be strong enough to leave. He’d go away somewhere far, where his memory isn’t tainted by a love he wasn’t meant to feel.

But for the time being, Crowley drank.

***

Crowley and his terrible coping mechanisms. It rains a lot, and somewhere out where no one knows, an angel cried.

[venusgfs]

Everlasting Arms (H/L) Masterlist

Summary: Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are stars of the hit urban fantasy series Everlasting Arms, and, just like their characters, they can’t stand each other. But when the relationship between evil vampire heir Oleander Pemberton and his benevolent magical roommate Duncan Williams, as well as the actors playing them, become the focus of a dedicated online shipping community, Everlasting Arms’ producers encourage Harry and Louis to play nice and give the fans something to latch on to. However, as production of the latest season continues, Harry and Louis start to unexpectedly develop feelings for each other, and come face to face with the ugly truth of online shipping culture and the sacrifices that come with the spotlight.

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut

Chapter 7/? currently available | Updates every Friday

Word Count (so far): 18,819 words

A long form co-written actor AU inspired by Rainbow Rowell's Carry On with slow burn enemies-to-lovers, alternating POV, shipping culture commentary, OCs with referential names, and, of course, vampires.

Read the entire fic HERE (TOC below the cut)

Chapter 1 / Harry – Read Here

Chapter 2 / Louis – Read Here

Chapter 3 / Louis – Read Here

Chapter 4 / Harry – Read Here

Chapter 5 / Louis - Read Here

Chapter 6 / Harry - Read Here

Chapter 7 / Louis - Read Here

[dreaminrainbows]

✨Masterpost✨

Perfect now

"Sweetheart" he says softly, always so soft. He moves the hand that was scratching Harry's scalp to his jaw, cupping his cheek "i want to tell you something i never have before." This gets Harry's attention as he moves to rest his chin on top of his hand on his chest, looking at him with tired, heavy eyes. Louis smiles softly at him as he starts to slowly caress his cheekbone and the thin skin under his eye." Or Harry sometimes has bad days, but Louis is always there to make it better

It's just us (in this world)

Harry expected many things when he moved to London for university. He expected wild parties, to study hard and get his diploma, to meet a couple of cute alphas to have some fun with. Harry genuinely expected to experience life to its fullest. What he didn't really expect was to meet Louis. Or Harry is happy with how his life turned out, he really is, he's just not happy that their unborn baby likes to keep him up at night. Louis is always there to keep him company and take care of him

Can't keep my hands to myself

Louis has new tattoos, Harry breaks the rules. Or Louis teaches his baby a lesson, but not really

For you i would lose my mind

He’s been waiting, hasn’t he, waiting and waiting, on the other side of the world while his man, his husband, his Daddy, not theirs, was throwing himself at fans every night. Letting them touch him, choke him, rip his clothes off of him like Harry doesn’t exist. Like Harry hasn’t spent a better part of the last twelve years of his life mapping Louis’ body, learning him and knowing him better than he knows himself, better than he will ever know himself. Like Harry hasn’t spent half of his life learning what Louis likes and what he dislikes, what gives him pleasure and what doesn’t, where to touch him and how to touch him, how to give him everything. Like Harry doesn't live and breathe Louis Tomlinson, like he hasn't spent every second of every day trying to be the best baby for him. Like every single fibre in his body doesn't scream Louis' name every time he so much as glances at him. Like Louis’ isn't his and his only. or Louis is a total menace on stage and Harry has had enough of it

Just let me adore you (pretty please)

"I think you are quite lovely, pup." Louis shrugs his shoulders, he shrugs like it's no big deal, "And quite pretty, may I add." "You…y-you do?" Harry asks bewildered. No, no, this cannot be real. Surely this is not real. He probably fell or dropped and hit his head and now he's lying in some ditch on the verge of dying and this is just his oxygen-hungry brain showing him his wildest dream before completely shutting down. Or Harry is convinced he'll never have a chance with Louis, Louis thinks Harry doesn't like him, all it takes is one bad party to realise how wrong they both were

I'll drive all night to keep you warm

Louis is hastily trying to put on his boots and the stupid laces just don’t want to fucking work. Maybe it is the fact that he is in a hurry and they can probably smell it on him or maybe it’s the fact that his hands haven’t stopped trembling since Niall called him, to tell him he’s lost Harry. Because Niall has lost Harry!! Harry is a whole Harry- tall, gorgeous, beautiful, the sweetest Omega Louis has ever known- Harry, and Niall has lost him. Niall had called him in panic, because when one loses their friend at a party they do definitely call said lost friend’s best friend knowing damn well that said best friend’s Alpha has been under the impression for the past year that said lost Omega is his (minor details), to go and find said lost friend because he couldn’t find him anywhere at the party nor his coat, but can’t be arsed to go out looking for him himself.

Flowers for your crown

Louis places a kiss on Harry's sternum before laying his head there, looking up at his Omega whose fingers are playing softly with his hair. "Are you thinking about pups again?" Harry asks him softly, smiling down at him. "You have your pup face on." Harry giggles as an answer to his raised eyebrow. His pup face probably means a dopey smile and crinkles by his eyes that he usually sports every time he thinks about their future children. "Can you imagine?" He tells Harry with wonder in his voice, "you'll be all swollen and big and gorgeous carrying our pup, the most beautiful Omega," he daydreams, imagining Harry pregnant, "and then we'll have our little angel with your eyes and my nose." He can already picture it, a little bundle of joy created by them. "Soon, Alpha." Harry tells him the way he usually does, but there is a new layer of softness in his eyes and the way he smiles at Louis, like maybe this time he believes it too. *** Or Harry has a little secret that is not really a secret and Louis is oblivious.

You are so gorgeous (it makes me so mad)

It's not Harry's fault Cheekbones is drop-dead gorgeous and Harry feels like he would literally drop dead if Cheekbones looked at him with his ice blue eyes for more than the minute it takes to order. Or Louis is a hot bartender and Harry is pathetically obsessed with him

This is our place (we make the call)

“Lou, Lou,” Louis is woken up by a soft poke into his shoulder and an even softer sounding voice. It takes him a few minutes for his brain to actually start functioning again. “Haz,” he grunts, groaning as he lifts his head from the pillow he was drooling on just now. He turns around sluggishly to lay on his back instead of his stomach to look up at his boyfriend who's standing next to their bed. The lamp in the hallway shines enough light into the room for him to see Harry standing in his pink satin short PJs, pigeon-toed, his knees locked and his toes digging into the carpet nervously. He's looking down, pinching his lower lip with the thumb and index finger of his right hand and hugging himself with the left, shiny chestnut shoulder length curls falling around his face, almost hiding it.

I'm trouble with you

“Harry,” Louis says in a soft voice, ”in less than a year you'll probably move out and I need to know now, I need to know tonight if I'm going to lose you forever. I'm done guessing!” He says demanding, but soft, his voice low and almost trembling. Harry's whole body is shaking. All of the feelings he tried to bury with studying, alcohol and weed, or sex are coming to the surface now and he can't deal with that. Can't deal with Louis sounding like he is actually afraid Harry is not going to be in his life. Because if Louis is afraid of losing Harry it means that he cares and Harry cannot deal with Louis caring. Every single illusion he's built in his mind of painting Louis as the bad guy will crash down along with all his resolve and walls and he cannot (!) have that. or the friends to enemies to lovers aka idiots to lovers aka they just don't talk until they FINALLY do

Even if it's handcuffed I'm leaving here with you

The arrestee stops squirming around as both Liam and Niall look up at him like deers caught in a headlight. Their frightened looks almost makes him laugh but he does his best to keep his composure neutral if not a bit annoyed. The arrestee, whose face was obscured by their long hair, lifts their head tossing their hair back from their face, a sly smirk plastered on their face upon locking eyes with Louis. “Sheriff,” Harry purrs as he sees Louis standing in front of his office, hands akimbo, “please tell those buffoons to unhand me immediately,” he asks, fluttering his lashes towards him like any of his tricks have ever worked on Louis. They have, all of them, but he's not about to show that in front of all his personnel.

I just wanna be yours (wanna be yours, wanna be yours)

Harry studies his sixteen year old self’s face for a long moment and it's truly pathetic how in fourteen years nothing has really changed. He's had enormous success throughout the years, has a couple of Grammys to prove it, yet he'd still be Louis Tomlinson’s vacuum cleaner in a blink of an eye. Louis does like his coffee hot and Harry would gladly be his coffee pot. He groans again, throwing his phone to the other side of the bed. He's been trying to get a grip on himself for the past fourteen years, the only grip he's gotten is on his man.

Look what you made me do(when you look the way you do)

“Lou,” he practically whines, knees knocking together, looking at him with those beautiful big doe eyes under his lashes, an innocent seductress,” Wh-what are you doing here?” he pulls at the hem of his pink tee, big black letters reading TOP sprawled across his chest, he looks like he wants to simultaneously cross his hands over his chest and hide but also show it off. Louis knows he wanted to show it off, otherwise he wouldn't have gone outside so boldly with it.

[take-a-cchonce]

My New Masterlist

1. Don't Forget Where You Belong (Series for Wordplay) (T)

Ghost AU

Harry and Louis own a Bed and Breakfast on the summer island of Liset. When they host Niall, an investigator, they realise there's more to the Island, and their property, than they thought.

2. Get Out of My Kitchen (E):

part 1 and part 2 (the smut)

“Get out of my kitchen,”

Harry quickly stalked over, poking his finger into Louis’ ribs. “Lou, you’re- I’m trying to cook over here. Out of my kitchen. I mean it. Out. Take the whole bloody block of it if you must but don’t-”

“Your kitchen, huh? Say that again,” Louis challenged, tilting his head to the side, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Read on AO3 

3. You Control Me (Call This What You Like) (1doff) (E)

The one where Louis almost leaves his mic on while cockwarming Harry <3

Read on AO3

4.  If You Like Causing Trouble Up in Hotel Rooms (E)

The one where Harry makes Louis wear a buttplug throughout the whole day on his LATAM press tour.

Read on AO3

5. The Little Things You Do (1DLibrary exchange) (G):

“What’s that supposed to mean, then? I’m romantic, aren’t I?!” His voice went up an octave with indignation and Harry couldn’t help but giggle at the offended look on his face.

Harry sat back up from where he was snuggled up with Louis, careful to not spill any of his wine onto the older man as he leaned forward to peck his cheek. “Sure you are, Lou,” he grinned.

Read on AO3

6. He's An Angel (1D Folklore Fest) (G):

What might be the oldest enemies to lovers story, loosely based on a folktale from my part of India <3

Read on AO3

7. I Put A Spell On You (1D Teamwork Fest) (M):

With @elmeiko88 <3

Come and discover Harry, our big-hearted witch, and Louis, our shifter cat. Zayn, our Guardian and Liam, his golden retriever. And of course, not forgetting Niall, who pole dances ;)

How their paths crossed, how their paths have always been linked...

Read on AO3

8. One Life For The Two of Us (miniseries for BMV) (M)

A WW2 AU fic with military doctor! Harry and Soldier! Louis

9. Let Me Be Your Last First Kiss (BMV Fest) (G):

Soulmates AU -

There was one boy in particular, with rectangular glasses and a beanie pulled down over his hair who caught his eye, gesturing extravagantly as he boomed out the lines to what sounded like Grease in front of a small group gathered appreciatively in front of him. 

10. When I'm Fat and Old (BMV Fest) (G):

Louis shares his dreams of them growing old together <3

11.It Was Always You (BMV Fest) (G):

But standing here, in the urinals, of all places, Louis would have put his hand on a DVD of Grease and sworn to it. 

He was in love.

12. Dress Me Up (T):

Louis was just doing his best to protect the neighborhood. Getting injured wasn’t the plan. Harry gets worried and just wants his husband to feel better. Fluff ensues.

Read on AO3

1. I'd Follow You To Any Place (G):

“I do,” Niall hummed, placing his chin on Harry’s shoulder, his heart racing a little faster at how the words sounded, as silly as it was. “We’ll go there someday too. Wanna dive there with you. Dive in all the places with you. Hell, I’d dive in that enclosure with you,” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder to a corridor winding away.

OR

The one where Niall and Harry are on vacation in Bali <3

2. Hope We Grow Old, But We Never Grow Up (BMV Fest) (G):

Niall Horan x Zayn Malik

Three glimpses into a snowed in day with Ziall!

[whenyoucallmelover]

masterlist!

by callmelover ✷

welcome! i'm june, also known as callmelover on ao3! i've written a handful of fanfics about louis & harry and figured it'd be helpful to put them all in one place for anyone who wants to check them out! x

feel free to leave a kudos or a comment! thank you, as always, for the love. <3

multi-part.

        you taught me a lesson (…). ✷ fic post.         2/2. 5.1k. roommates. (sort of) enemies to more.         the one where: harry and louis live together but like to ignore each other... until one day, they don't.

        love is only for the brave. ✷ fic post.         *cw: attempted sa. toxic/abusive relationship (not h&l).         7/7. 16.4k. exes to lovers. angst.         the one where:  louis and harry have an unexpected run-in that isn't quite how they planned to reunite after their breakup... and, as it seemingly always does, shit hits the fan.

one-shots.

        desperate, as the night moves on. ✷ fic post.         2.3k. nsfw. light dom/sub.        the one where: louis visits harry in germany, and harry really wants louis to fuck his face.

        your first words (have yet to be said) ✷ fic post.         1.7k. sfw. light angst. gender things.        the one where: harry just wants to be a mom and, luckily, he picked someone who was supportive.

        i'll be yours forever ('til forever falls apart) ✷ fic post.         1.5k. sfw. pure fluff.         the one where: louis and harry are so in love that love doesn't feel like a big enough word (ft. morning cuddles and just a little bit of kissing.

        i don't ever tell you how i really feel (…). ✷         3.5k. sfw. hurt/comfort.         the one where: we see some moments throughout harry and louis’ day when harry has aphasia (and also the best friends in the world).

        (twenty minutes later) wound up in the hospital. ✷         *cw: hospitals.         5.7k. sfw. sickfic.         the one where: harry has the flu and louis is a protective, nervous-wreck of a boyfriend.

⭒ updated may 20, 2023.

[cwrotes]

plaid plaid in a purple morning ; larry

valentine’s day au | fluff | 9.4k

summary: "it's february 14 and louis couldn't feel more alone. without a partner, or a large number of friends, he resigns himself to the idea of spending the day of love watching movies with his flatmate, niall. or at least, that was the plan until things only went from bad to worse. or where the microwave goes up in flames and a curly-haired, hugely impertinent fireman knocks the wind out of louis, who can't believe anything that's happening."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“What does a firefighter care what he intended to do with his best friend?

"Were your girlfriends on their way?" he inquires, causing the brown-haired man to grimace again in bewilderment.

The expression on the curly-haired man's face, pretty as it is, doesn't let you know what he's thinking, let alone figure out what he's up to with all this.

"No?" he answers in a doubtful tone, hastening to rectify himself. "Only Niall has a girlfriend and well, huh, it was just going to be the two of us. Just us."

"You don't have a girlfriend?" he interjects, as if that had been the only thing she'd withheld from that entire sentence.”

[littleohs]

my fics in ao3 masterlist

complete masterlist of all my fics published in archive of our own ! feel free to read them and comment as much as you want !

— vein: heartbeats and hideaways | 17.1k | fic post

harry didn't know what to expect from nesting, he had never done it before and the first time had not gone as he had hoped. the blanket circle was one of the new additions he had and he just wanted to make a good nest, with a good structure and a warm inside. only the first use didn't happen as he had expected. or, where harry just wants to nest properly, louis is too comprehensive and the nest got dirty too quickly.

— puppy: there's a long way to go | 12.5k | fic post

harry has a newborn baby boy, adopts a puppy to grow up with his son, the new addition to the family ends up at his neighbor louis tomlinson's house.

— huvy: shouldn't be like this | 12.5k | fic post

they were just two alphas in love, sharing intimacy in a bedroom, there were no chances of it going wrong.

right?

— trenigh: sweet nothing | 4.9k | fic post

louis thought it was fine, that she could do it quickly and harry would never notice. but maybe she hadn't been quick enough, and it had gone wrong.

— locess: tell me something just before you go | 17.4k | fic post

louis was an enigma who lost his omega after an excruciating birth, the birth of his daughter and dealing with grief did not work as a good combination. however, the arrival of his soulmate was a far worse situation.

— chilte: wishin' i could be there for you | 11.1k | fic post

christmas eve and louis' birthday were a total chaos, but he met harry. harry saved him, and maybe he can discover that he can love again.

— malinn: your lips, my lips | 11.3k | fic post

where louis, a lover of history and a well-educated artist, decides to attend a conference about the ancient forms of art in ancient america, deciding to go out for a few weeks to that area, leaving his beloved and bonded partner in their current residence in france. the alpha can't wait to show the omega what knowledge he was able to collect, comparing it to his paintings and the art forms he collected. or where louis and harry compare ways to enjoy sexual art from different geographical areas, ending up creating their own.

— jadly: keep me up until the mornin | 14.1k | fic post

harry is an omega who hates dirt and tries to stay clean always. but, by breaking one of the rules of their dom/sub contract, louis decided to punish him by constantly overstimulating, making harry squirt lubricant most of the time.

— yvaron: eternal whispers | 7.8k | fic post

louis was in the middle of an intense routine, his need to be with harry becoming almost unbearable. the pain and migraine that had tormented him all day finally began to fade as he sank into his omega's body, finding in him the relief he so desperately needed.

— tremor: sweet everything | 5.2k | fic post

louis completes her punishment, even if she's completely exhausted, she was a good girl. or, the second part of trenigh.

— ghya: soul contact | 21.5k | fic post

“why are you crying, omega?” louis pulled him away from his neck, smiling and unable to resist kissing the pout that still adorned harry's lips. “there's no need to feel bad, it's okay if you liked it. I liked it too. a lot.”

or, where bunny harry experiences all his first times with louis, a wolf.

[enchantedlandcoffee]

Hold On I Still Need You • Masterlist (In Progress)

Warnings - Heavy angst, mentions of hospitals, brief mentions of injury

♫ Spotify Playlist ♫

☆ Part One ☆

☆ Part Two ☆

☆ Part Three ☆

☆ Part Four ☆

[doromoni]

Take my Advice | MV1

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Ships : Max Verstappen x F1 Driver! Reader

Genre : Fluff

A/N : As per y’all request. A Max fic *tadaaaa*

Summary : Being a female driver in Formula 1 is already an achievement and now you are the leading candidate for the Red Bull seat. But Max Verstappen has some advice.

Masterlist

A question for Y/N please” A reporter stood with a mic in hand, staring you down — the condescension in his eyes was palpable. You could feel your skin crawl as you waited for the man’s question.

Darry? Larry? what was his name again? He was a reporter notorious for asking rude and borderline unethical questions to drivers. How did he continue to have access to F1, you could not answer. You were his favorite target just because you were born with the XX chromosome or that you were too glamorous and girly to be driving at the pinnacle of motorsport — his words exactly.

“People are speculating that you would be moving to Red Bull in 2025 or even earlier, however, you just placed P10 in the last race. How confident are you that you’d be promoted to that seat given your lack of consistency in driving so far? Shouldn’t you think Daniel Ricciardo’s a better option? ”

Barry? Sally? whatever his name was finished talking, yet his sticky gaze never left you.

The smile on your face slowly hardened as you tried to keep your cool. You felt your veins pulsate with rage and your jaw clenched with force. Your hand gripping the microphone that you held till it felt like snapping in half.

Everyone was speechless, including the other drivers that were with you. The people who were seated beside you had their mouths agape. The driver lineup was composed of You, Oscar, Lewis, and Nando, with Alex and Max by your side. Everyone could feel the intense tension in the air. The absolute ignorance and stupidity of his statement hung in on the air…

You were dominating the midfield given the car that RB had given you. You garnered points for your team consistently — only fucking up when your team fucked up their strategies. You were outperforming your teammate by miles and you were pulling miracles out of nothing in that car and in that team.

“Well Danny is a very talented driver and I respect him immensely. I truly do wish the best for him and the team, but it’s not my job to compare stats between us, no?“ You answered with a smile and nothing but praises left your mouth.

Mama said kindness and peace are what make life go around. You lived by this every single day of your life, no matter how difficult it may seem — a smile goes a long way. You chose to make peace and give way to others when opportunities presented itself. Rather catch flies with honey than vinegar right?

You were since then dubbed as the sunshine of Formula 1 — a title that you didn’t want … because it was another thing that you stole from Danny, at least that's what others think. Even when your path to your F1 seat had never been easy, every step you took was criticized just because of you being a girl, but you persevered and faced everything head-on. Through the midst of it all, you, Y/N L/N, were the driver who held smiles, kindness and cheers.

Y/N L/N the driver to always take the blow for the team, the scapegoat, you were always the 1st one to be the sacrifice. But still, you held your head up high and carried on… because it was an honor to have a seat in the first place.

“Let me just get some things straight” Lewis had taken to himself to talk seeing that Gary? Donny? seemed not willing to back down with the intent to make you react.

“Y/N has been nothing but consistent. Look at the charts properly” Lewis argued, his face holding concealed anger as he stared down the reporter

“Thank you for that Lewis, but I did check — Y/N has placed P5, P8, and P10 for the last consecutive races” The entire couch of drivers could only shake their heads in disbelief at the utter nonsense that the man continued to spout

You were driving a car that was projected to be at the back of the grid, yet here you are gaining points regularly. No offense to your teammate but you were dragging Danny through the mud — heck fellow drivers could bet their entire fortune that given a better car, you would be battling Max and Lando for the championship.

“Check again. Check your eyes too mate, cause it seems like you’re going blind” Gaps and oohs filled the room as Max, much to your surprise, butted with all seriousness in his voice.

Max was an enigma to you, the way he switches from a fire-breathing beast on the track to a literal cat-cuddling, sim-racing nerd and overall wholesome person once he finishes a race compelled you to explore and dig into the mind of Max Emilian Verstappen.

Yet you couldn’t because he was untouchable. The golden boy of Red Bull, the champion, their number 1. They would kill you if you got your business entangled with the Dutch driver. Fuck with him and you could kiss your chances at a seat in Red Bull goodbye. Unfortunately for you, you just had to have a big fat crush on the very same driver.

You weren’t even sure when your admiration for Max’s tenacity and sheer talent on the track turned into you looking at the Dutch with hearty eyes and wondering how he would taste on your lips. Maybe he would taste like the Red Bull he always seemed to drink or was it him tasting entirely of something else….. Oh, you were doing it again! Yup, you were indeed doomed.

Everyone on your team said to keep your distance and you did! Not that it was hard because Max did the same. It was weird he was always friendly to Daniel and Checo and even the other RB and Red Bull staff, but Max had this certain “coolness” when interacting with you. He was never rude or anything like that… Max just seemed guarded. Fuck! why did it have to be Max?!

“Y/N, anything to add?” the present hit you quick and fast — and that present was every pair of eyes in the room zoning in on you and your next statement.

You had so much to say and yet you presented the pr smile you practiced way too much, the smile the mirror in your driver's room knew too well. And with that same practiced smile, you stared down the reporter and uttered “Nope, nothing else from me. Thanks”

You swore you could hear Max scoff silently. Your head snapped to the Red Bull driver beside you instantly. You didn’t know what to expect but it wasn’t Max directly looking back at you with those piercing blue eyes and an eyebrow cocked upwards.

It seemed that you forgot how to blink because you just stared right into his gaze, your heart accelerating by the second — you had the same feeling you had at every start of a race; the adrenaline pumping in your veins, but instead of pushing your foot on the gas… you wanted to push your lips to his. WOAH. You needed to get a grip on yourself! Where the hell did that even come from?

Neither the two of you were backing down, only breaking eye contact when another reporter asked a question to Max. But before Max had answered, you saw him lightly shake his head sheepishly as the words “so fucking cute” whispered out of his mouth.

***

You were so fucking gutted. It was another race that your team had screwed you over for your teammate once again.

You were leading and you had clean air in front of you and your teammate was 5 seconds behind, everything was in place and you were in P10 when you suddenly heard from the radio to let Daniel overtake you.

You loved Danny, but that was so unfair! You tried to argue over the radio yet your appeals are once again disregarded by the team. You followed team orders and thought that this was for the long run that this would show that you were a team player and that you would be an asset as Max’s teammate in the future.

Yet no matter how much you tried to cheer yourself up or make excuses for the team, the anger and betrayal never dissipated.

You were dragging your feet towards your motorhome when suddenly you were pulled into the dark alley between your motorhome and McLaren’s hiding the two of you between used race tyres.

A shout was ready to leave your mouth when the person’s hand stopped you from doing so.

“It’s me, Max! Don’t shout” Max whispered as his eyes darted to see if anyone was looking.

The space between the motorhome wasn’t that spacious, so Max had you pushed into the wall. You could feel the heat radiating between the two of you, the taste of sticky champagne on Max’s hands transferring onto your lips.

The initial shock and Max’s closeness made you breathless and your mind spinning. What the hell is happening? Max slowly peeled his hand away from your lips.

“What the hell Max? You scared the shit out of me!” You wheezed as you breathed deeply, trying to steady your shakiness.

“There’s a difference between being nice and being a pushover. You can’t just bow down to every command your team gives you” Max had suddenly sprung on you. Your brain was reeling trying to comprehend what was happening.

“Max. I- uh… what?” only incomprehensible words fell out of your mouth.

Max held your shoulders as he bent down, his face now leveling yours. Max's face held all seriousness as his eyes, his eyes still shone with fire behind them even with the darkness that enveloped the two of you.

“Take my advice L/N, fight back and do what you want.” As Max said those last words — he was gone.

The only indication that told you that everything that happened was real was the Winner’s champagne tasting so sweet and tangy on your lips … the same champagne Max’s hand left.

***

“I chose Y/N” Max announced to the host and crew who were on the set. Everybody was shocked at the Dutch’s choice.

Red Bull and RB are filming another media junket for the fans to enjoy and everything was running normally till Max chose you as his teammate. Everyone, including you, was expecting him to pick Daniel when the staff said to choose your teammate from the other racing team.

“Aww! Max you’ve betrayed our years of friendship” Danny acted hurt as he held onto his heart, earning chuckles from everyone— which effectively diffused the atmosphere.

You smiled and rolled your eyes at your teammate’s antics. You made your way to Max’s side, careful not to be too close or too far for fans to overanalyze.

The distance between you and Max was at least 2 feet when he took it upon himself to step nearer towards you and smile his charming smile at you when you looked up at him quizzically.

Your heart was thundering in your chest, but your curiosity won over your nerves. What is going on with Max this couple of races? He had been very attentive and approachable towards you all of a sudden. Opening doors for you delivering water bottles, and giving your favorite snacks during media shoots and lots more. Not that you were complaining!

You couldn’t help yourself but ask the driver what was going on. You surveyed the room and found that everyone was focused on Checo and Danny.

You lifted your hand and discretely tugged on Max's shirt to gain his attention. And it worked as he found himself looking down into your eyes with curiosity.

“What is it Y/N?” Max asked lowly trying not to get everyone else to look at the two of you.

“What’s up with you recently?” You whispered back.

Max’s brows slightly crunched together.

“What do you mean?” He asked confused

“ I mean, you’re being so nice and attentive to me.” As the words spilled put your mouth, you realized just how stupid the question was. It was just Max being a decent person, right??

Max only chuckled and bent down to your ears, his lips ghosting the shell of it, sending goosebumps all over your body

“I’m just taking my advice Y/N. I’m doing what I want to do… team rules be damned”

***

Knocks echoed through your hotel room as you heard Max call for you to open the door.

You opened the door to a disheveled Max.

“Max?” you called out to the driver who pushed himself into your room and sat on your bed.

Ever since that day of the Media junket, you and Max grew closer together. You got to know Max than what was on the surface and you two quickly grew a bond that was more than just friendship.

The tension was there yet neither the two of you were acting on it. From his lingering touches that drove you crazy and the flirting disguised as banter you exchange on the daily— frustrating as it may seem, you loved every second of it.

You joined Max in your bed, you sat beside him and took his hand in your own. Your entwined fingers looked so unusual yet right together, it made you smile.

You feel Max tug on your hand trying to catch your attention. You looked up at him with a questioning stare

“They’re switching Checo and Daniel next season… they dropped you out of the roster” Max spoke carefully.

The smile on your face dropped instantly, as his words ran through your mind. Your face is painted white from disbelief.

They choose Daniel over you?

“What?” You whispered, the hurt and confusion evident in your face.

“You deserve to know before they announce it to everyone… you don’t deserve to be humiliated”

You were speechless. Tears didn’t even come pouring down … you were just in shock. You thought that the Red Bull seat was your, done deal. You’re so far away in the points from your teammate. Your driving was close to flawless … so why?!

You couldn’t even say anything. You just felt Max pull you into his embrace.

“If what I’ve heard from Mercedes is true, take it. Screw loyalty, that team failed you in every way. You deserve so much better”

***

“Y/N, final lap. Verstappen is 2 seconds behind, push the car. I repeat push the car” You hear Vince, your race engineer over the radio.

“With pleasure” you felt yourself smile. The excitement mixed with adrenaline pumping in your veins as you floored your Mercedes, driving the car to its maximum

Everything was a blur, you were on autopilot as you made every turn perfectly. As the past events that led to this moment played in your mind.

How you took Max’s advice and moved to Mercedes. You remember the relief when you penned your signature down on that contract as Toto was smiling wide at you, shaking your hand firmly as he welcomed you to his family.

You remember the feeling of sharing your first-ever podium with Max and him being so proud of you and what you’ve done so far. You were still in that scap RB car and this podium was the final “fuck you” to them, before you announce you switching teams. The self-doubt in your heart is being washed away by the sweet champagne that Max sprayed all over you. You knew you made the right choice.

And you couldn’t forget how Max had been with you when you finally dropped the bomb on RB and Red Bull. He had been through with you with every step.

And here you are now, chasing your first win in Formula 1 with the team capable to give you a winning car. You see the chequered flag waving and you hear the crowd roar as you finally cross the line

“Y/N L/N YOU ARE A GRAND PRIX WINNER!” You hear Toto over the radio and your team is cheering in the background.

“YES! YES! THANK YOU EVERYONE! WE DID IT” You shouted back as you parked your car on Parc Ferme.

you stepped out of the car you ran to the waiting arms of your team as they cheered and congratulated you continuously. When you finally to Vince who smiled so wide as he patted your helmet; his smile grew even wider as he looked behind you.

“Remove your helmet and balaclava.” He said as he offered his hand saying to give it to him. You looked at him confused but did as he said.

“Turn around” He shouted with glee as you heard everyone starting to cheer louder.

You did turn around and there stood Max Verstappen with a bouquet at hand, a smile on his face as his arms were opened wide.

Your jaw dropped and your hand covered your mouth in shock. The entire world was watching yet neither of you cared as you ran into Max's arms. You buried your face in his chest as his arm enveloped you.

“Hi boyfriend” You greeted the Red Bull driver with a grin

“Does Toto know?” Max asked as he looked at your team principal and mechanics that were shocked at what they were seeing.

“Well thanks to you EVERYONE now knows. Your not really slick there buddy” You giggled at the Red Bull driver’s antics.

Max kissed the side of your head before mumbling into your hair “ Well gotta let everyone know you’re mine . Congratulations on the win, Schat! I told you you’ll win ~ I could feel it”

You feel yourself chuckle and shake your head. You gazed up at the Dutch driver.

“Shut up and kiss me you dork” You whispered to Max, a gleam in your eye that he sure noticed.

“Yes, Ma’am” Max’s lips finally met yours in a sweet and passionate kiss — you knew what Max tasted like and you wouldn’t mind having another taste. Everything was just perfect and you would not exchange it for anything in the world.

“I always wondered what you tasted like” You said when you pulled apart. Your hand ran through his hair, something you wanted to do for ages.

“Really? What do I taste like?” Max asked clearly amused. His hand on your lower back now guiding the two of you to be interviewed.

“Sweat” You joked, and he only rolled his eyes and kissed you once more.

***

“ A question for Y/N please” You internally groaned and rolled your eyes as you heard his voice once again. This man was an actual menace.

“Yes, Hillary?” You said into the mic, a sickeningly sweet smile on your lips as you stared him down.

“It’s Harry” He corrected you.

“Oops, sorry Larry! please continue” You hear your fellow drivers snicker and hide laughs beside you.

It was like full circle, the same set of drivers in the interview — sat in the same positions yet now you were driving for Mercedes, clad in black instead of RB’s white race suit.

“Do you think Max let you win during the last race? He does fancy you.” You hear yourself laugh and you aren’t afraid to let others see. You’re no longer holding back for the sake of your team.

“I don’t know, Barry. I don’t know if you watched the race, but if you did might have seen that I already led the race at turn 1 till the final lap. no? And I sure do hope that he fancies me, considering he is my boyfriend afterall” You replied and couldn’t help yourself as you shot him a wink.

“You’re very confident, now that you’re in Mercedes. Huh?” Ohhh he was seething, if this were a cartoon he would have smoke coming out of his ears.

“ Yeah, I’m getting comfortable in my seat, thanks for asking. I’m only getting started” You said with a shit-eating grin.

To your left, you hear Max utter the words “ That’s my girl” proudly.

A/N ++ : I don’t know what to feel about my writing here tbh~ My brain is fried 🙃

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[s3thwrit3sstuff]

I love your writing am and i always seem to go back to your sally face fic and i would love something similar to that but with sally and i would love to see if you could incorporate substance use (ex. weed) not to a dangerous extent but almost seen as inviting. with ftm reader again! ofcs you can take this request and do what you like with it!! i just love your writing sm and i want to see more sally face content:)

❝ If you think I’m pretty put your hands on me, know I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout it ❞

Sal Fisher x ftm!reader | fluffy, NSFW, slight angst | reader has had top-surgery & bottom growth | vers. bttm. reader | NOT PROOFREAD + written on phone | wc: 4K

warnings: recreational use of marijuana, some guilt from Sal because he vowed not to smoke as a child but r! reassures him, Sal mentions painkiller addictions, mentions of hospitals and wounds, mentions of scarring, shotgun kisses, handjobs, fingering, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick/cock)

masterlist ; "I was the boy who was on your side"

authors note: I FORGOT TO FILL THIS UHM UHHH IM BACK?

*song on repeat: Romeo by Until The Ribbon Breaks

He's been drumming his fingers across his knees for a full 20 minutes now. A never-ending symphony of thumps occasionally disturbed by pauses of silence as he picked at the ripped edges of his jeans. You suppose you understand the anxiety that was racking through him, despite the reassurances you'd given him, he was bound to have some second thoughts. "Hey, baby," you tap the steering wheel, an elbow propped onto your window sill panel. Despite your eyes being glued on the road, you're acutely aware of his gaze on yours.

"Ya' didn't have to come along if you didn't want to," at your words he shakes his head. "No — Sorry, I didn't mean to come off that way, baby." Sal reaches out and places a hand on your knee, squeezing it just enough to have you decompressing your nerves.

"No, no. I didn't mean to make you feel bad," you clasp his hand and squeeze him back, the road will be fairly emptier now that you've driven past the bridge. "You just look a little nervous is all, I was jokin' 'bout you needing to follow along. I was just teasing you, Sal." "I know. I wanted to spend time with you, (Y/N). Which is why I followed along even though I knew you were just fucking with me," he sighs, allowing the song playing on the radio to filter in the silence for a few seconds. "It's just, buying drugs, makes me a liiittle nervous."

A chuckle escapes you and you risk staring at Sal for a bit. "You've dealt with poltergeists and the like, the baloney incident, and buying a little ganja is making you sweat?"

“Shut up,” he groans as he slips his hand up and lands a muted smack on your thighs. “Poltergeists can land me in a psychiatrist's office, this could land us in jail.”

“At least we’ll be together in a small cell,” you coo and Sal rolls his eye with a scoff. “We’re not gonna get caught, ya’ big baby. I’ve done this a thousand times with Larry, Todd, and Ashley — we’ll be fine. Promise.”

It went more than fine. Underwhelming actually. He had expected a more intense, whispered, exchanges with some weirdly firm handshake while the other dude slipped you the weed. He had even lifted the hood of his hoodie up to make the both of you less identifiable. It was adorable.

Your dealer had come down from their apartment. Sal seeing her brightly coloured pink tie-dye sweatpants from the slat of the stairs, and the cheerful wave she gave you once she took notice of your car.

“Was wondering when you’d text. I got your favourite.”

She’s leaned on your rolled-down windows, discretely holding the pink paper bag of weed in front of her chest and bouncing it around. She extends her other hand first, and Sal is silent as you reach for the cash from the cup holder.

In that pause of conversation, she takes notice of him and recognition is crystal clear.

“O-M-G, is that Sal, the boyfriend?” You chuckle while Sal stutters in surprise. Handing her the cash, she graciously exchanges it with the bag.

“Yeah, he’s following along with me running errands.” “Cute,” she coos. After a few pleasantries, she leans away. That small pink paper bag between your legs barely able to distract your boyfriend from her excited wave of goodbye — that you return obviously.

“You talk about me with her?” you glance at him for a second then laugh. “Dude, most of us get our weed from her. She eventually gets to know the side characters in our lives the longer she interacts with us.”

He scoffs, crossing his arm as he leans back in the seat.

“Side characters? Seriously?” “Duh,” you pick the bag up and shake it in his face teasingly. “Everyone knows the main characters participate in drug culture and the side characters don’t.”

“This is the peer pressure my father warned me about.”

You giggled at his joke as you place the bag between your thighs again. This time, Sal’s eyes follows it.

He’s seen you and Larry smoke before. Hell, most of his friends smoke on the back porch while he’ll be mindlessly cleaning up as he waits for all of you to herd back inside. He’s never felt left out, you guys were simply respecting his wishes is all. He wasn’t much of a fan of drinking or smoking. But he wouldn't stop anyone from doing it, as long as no one got too inebriated.

Though, for some reason, he just can’t take his eyes away from that pink bag.

“Mhm, next thing you know, you’ll look like those anti-bullying posters. All the stoners will point and laugh while you have big ole’ sad cat eyes.”

The imagery makes him laugh softly and he glances at your face as the scenery zooms past beside you.

When you reach home, the house is empty. A note was left on the kitchen fridge by Todd, something about him and his boyfriend going on a date.

Just you, Sal and Gizmo.

It makes his palms clammy and his nerves turning up his sensitivity a few notches.

You greeted Gizmo with a few chin scratches. Settling on the living room couch with crossed legs, you open the bag one handedly while you lean over to the catch-all bowl on the coffee table for the lighter and your MP3 player.

All the while, he stands in the kitchen threshold. Like a kid who knows they’ve done something they’re definitely shouldn’t have done — the guilt was just radiating from him. It made you toss your head to the side when you took notice of him, a joint hung loosely between your lips.

“You good, baby?”

He nods, your words setting him into motion as he sits on the couch.

“I’m not gonna smoke inside,” you reassure with a smile. Why else would he stare at you like that, right?

He nods again. Oddly quiet. Gizmo yawns and sinks further down onto the couch, watching the TV show with an almost human-like concentration. Nobody says anything about it anymore. He’s just a little guy, really.

You lean over, joint plucked out and resting between the second knuckle of your pointer and middle finger this time, and give his cheek a kiss.

“See you in a bit.”

He watches like he always does. There’s nothing to clean. It’d be weirder if he attempted to look busy. So he glances at the TV, then at Gizmo and then at your back as you sit down on the porch. He can hear the muffled sounds of you flicking the lighter, and shortly after he sees the white smoke that slithers upwards into the air along with the sounds of your favourite band quietly playing.

You thought you hadn’t closed the sliding doors properly when you hear the approaching footsteps. Turning your head to check, you’re surprised to spot Sal walk through the doors to move and settle next to you.

You cough out some smoke. Attempting to fan it away with your hand while you reach to put out the joint in the ash tray that Ashley had made. But Sal stops you as he knocks your knees together, his thigh pressing against yours as he peers at you.

“Sal?”

“...Say hypothethically, a side character wants to dip his toes in some drug culture." Your eyes widen considerably at his confession.

“Huh?” you squeak out. Sal sighs, regret creeping up on him as he scratches the back of his head. The smell of the weed doesn’t exactly help either — it was so distinct.

“Wait, no, sorry. I’m just, this isn’t because of peer pressure is it?” You did mini-hops, getting close enough to him for your thighs to press together. Yet you still held the clay ash tray an arms length away, especially as you note the sharp inhale and exhale he'd made.

Sal’s deadpanned expression makes your eyebrows jump.

“This was dumb,” He admits. “No — no, it isn’t. I was just caught off-guard. Are you...curious?”

Sal nods sheepishly. You lean back on the heel of your hand, the other still holding onto the tray, your finger mindlessly keeping the still-lit joint perched between your digit and the rim of the tray. You think for a moment, then huff in amusement.

“Damn, you still manage to surprise me even after all these years.”

“You’re making it sound like we’ve been married for 50 years,” he retorts. “We will be, I’m just practicing these phrases out loud so you don’t get heart failure in the future.”

This time, Sal’s shoulders shake as he laughs. It dies down as he sees you take a drag, and breathe out the plumes of smoke. Not directly at him, but in his general direction. The smell isn’t something he’s used to. Not this close anyways. Usually, it’s just stuck on your clothes but you reach for the bottle of Febreze strategically placed near the sliding doors anyway so it's more muted.

It. . .doesn’t completely suck. The earthiness of it making his shoulders less tense. You watch his reaction closely, the corners of your lips in a gentle curve as he leans back onto his hands.

You take another drag and Sal’s enraptured at the way the end of your joint glows bright orange. He feels almost envious of the way you swallow the smoke, how you harbour it within your mouth before it slips past your lips. You’re looking at him, just basking in the moment for a little longer before you ask him to play your favourite songs.

It was just beginning to get dark, the sky was setting up for its finale of the day and he was enraptured as you explain what shotgun kisses were.

"I have smoked a cigarette before," he says, brows furrowed as he unbuckles his prosthetic. "Yeah, and nearly coughed up both of your lungs. This will be smoother for you, trust me."

"So I just inhale what you exhale?" "Mhm, easy as pie, right?"

His placed his prosthetic next to him, turning his head and immediately seeing your face invading his vision. "Hi," he smiled at your attempt to keep your smile at bay by chewing on your lower lip.

"Hi," he replies, his anxiety lessening at the sight of your confidence and giddiness. You bring the joint to your lips. He can hear the paper burning and sees tendrils of smoke escaping through your lips. Your words echoed in his brain as you lean in further.

“Just breathe it in slowly, baby."

He feels the smoke across his face, your lips pouted as you blow it his way. Sal breathes it in, sucking the smoke in just like you’d demonstrated earlier. He coughs like you said he would. His eye-watering as he moves to sit and you carefully pat his back as he does.

“Shit,” your eyes squish at his flustered expression. His first time trying a cigarette playing briefly through your head. Though this time it wasn’t even half-bad.

“You did great. Didn't burn on the way down if you smoked it yourself, right?” he got what you meant. He was coughing but he didn't feel like the back of his throat got thwacked by a whip of burning paper and tobacco. The ride was smoother, way smoother with your help. “It feels like the smell is stuck onto my teeth." Sal only complains to see you look at him with that fond gaze. You took another drag as he smacks his lips a few times. Your eyes flutter close, sighing in relief, and tossing your head to the side as you feel yourself loosening up.

“Why do you think I always brush my teeth before I kiss you?”

Sal protests softly as you take another hit and you laugh as he leans in.

“Isn’t that too much — “

You breathe out and Sal seems stunned for a moment, so you apologize but he simply leans in further.

“If this'll be my first time getting high, I want it to be with you.”

"Slow down, baby," you bumped your foreheads together, cupping his jaw in your hand. "What's the rush, hm?"

Curiousity was a valid enough reason to start smoking, but your Sal wasn't the kind of guy to jump into these things head first. It wasn't anything special to him, all of your friends smoked and drunk. He wasn't some pre-teen being excited to finally "grow up" and get in with the cool kids.

Hell, even during his 21st birthday, he'd taken his first drink and smoked his cigarette and decided that he didn't enjoy any of them.

Sal sighs, dropping his weight on you. His head balanced between the curve of your neck and shoulder. You simply thread your fingers through his hair, combing out the indents of his buckles and straps from his hair.

"You think I can't take it?"

"Oh, I definitely know you can't."

He protests with an indignant but whiny 'hey' but settles. His arms wrap around your waist and despite the uncomfortable angle of your torso facing him while your legs faced ahead as they rested on the stairs, you stay like that for a bit.

He eventually pulls away and leans back onto his arms again, reaching for his prosthetic though only to fidget with it on his lap.

"...Is it bad I feel bad? Not physically, just...morally?"

Your silence urges him on. So he continues; “Drinking fucking sucks, and cigarettes don’t make sense to me. But weed as a concept always seemed...appealing to me.”

He feels your chin on his shoulder and he subtly breathes in the smoke that teases him as you exhale.

“But?”

“Argh, it’s stupid. But as a kid, in the hospital there weren’t a lot of people that got as messed up as I did. But the ones that were? Christ, babe, they were in so much pain. Even when the wounds were already scars.”

Your brows pinch. You squeeze his hand and he stops toying with feeling the shape of the bolts to instead gently press the pads of his thumb over your nails.

“The doctors scared me with the whole speech. Painkillers being addictive and all that, it made me scared to ask for ‘em even when the skin grafts felt like they were on fucking fire.”

He shuts his eyes and brings your hand to his face, the pressure and warmth across his jaw and cheek making the phantom pains ebb to nothing.

“I made a promise to my younger me that I would never end up like the adults I saw. I just, don’t want to be in constant pain.”

“You aren’t, Sal. And you won’t be.”

You put out the joint, turning his face to you and planting a kiss on his lips. He breathes out a sigh of relief through his nose and you tilt your head to deepen it. When you pull away, you both linger in the afterglow of it for a second.

“I’m here for you, Sal. If you ever stray from the path, I’m here to guide you back, right? You’ve got me and Larry, Lisa and your dad, Ashley, Todd, Gizmo —” his smile widens as you go on about the precious people in his life.

“Thanks,” he kisses you again and you happily reciprocate.

“By the way, you’re right, you should always brush your teeth before you kiss me when you’re done smoking up.”

Sal laughs as you shove him back, watching admiringly while you light the joint up again.

“...Can I have another hit?”

“You just said my breath smells like ass —”

“You’re overreacting!”

By the time the two of you walk back inside, Gizmo’s nose is twitching. You hadn’t taken too much too be completely useless, just to start feeling that buzz and take the edge off. Sal had expected more of a droopy, drowsy, feeling when he entered the house.

He still feels like himself. A little light on his feet, but still himself. You had paced him from his little smoke-sucking sessions — teasing that he just wanted to kiss you which wasn’t entirely untrue. But you always pulled away just as his eyes would flutter. Most likely you getting back at home for saying your breath smelled like weed. Little tease.

You spray your clothes down, then ask Sal if he’d like to chill on the couch. Something in his brain perks up hard enough to make his penis do the same. He feels a bit shameful of it, but then again, everything you do could make him hard.

The other day you’d been wolfing down some cheesy fries with Ashley and somehow it made Sal have to think of baloney to shut his penis down.

Gizmo’s tail flicks knowingly as Sal sits at the end of the couch, which was his cue to set off to the basement instead. When Sal hears the TV turns on from there, he simply decides to never question how dexterous Gizmo's thumbs were.

You're laid out on the couch with your tummy showing and your eyes just a bit hazy. He knows weed affects people differently; why does it make his lust for you feel so thick? Like cloying, thick, honey dripping down from the back of his throat. Fuelling him in an unfamiliar, alien, way. He climbs over you and the half-lidded gaze you look up at him with makes his mouth feel drier than it is.

This lust is new. It’s more languid in it’s desire — akin to a beast stretching its back only to flop down to its side and show its belly. Still undeniably dangerous, yet so inviting with its soft underbelly and demure paws.

You seem to recognize this beast, lips stretching into a toothy grin.

“Need something handsome?”

He narrows his eyes at you. Then, he places a hand on your chest, fingers brushing along your collarbones before it slowy slips downwards.

“...I really wanna finger you.”

He seems to catch himself. Through that haze that makes him caught between wanting to curl up next to you for a nap or fucking you nice and slow, he finds the part of him that remembers embarrassment.

But before it could throw away his new lazy bravado, you surge up to kiss him, moaning the second your lips made contact.

Stoned Sal decides pants are way too annoying very quickly on. He huffs and puffs at the obstacles that are called buttons and zippers. When he finally undoes them, he pulls your jeans below the swell of your ass and brings the heel of his hand to your clothed cock.

The pressure has your teeth brushing over your lips.

“I love your dick,” he murmurs, “it’s just s’fuckin’ pretty.”

You moan airily, wishing he’d pull your pants all the way down but he is just too entraced at the sight of the wet spots he’s seeing. He traces the fold of your cunt and your breath hitches as he presses a finger through. Not enough to be inside of you, but enough to have your dick twitch.

He brings his thumb to rub against it and you groan.

“Let me take my jeans off, Christ, Sal.”

He chuckles, suddenly abandoning your pussy to pin your hips down. “Barely touched you and you already wanna spread your legs f’me?”

You glare at him, feeling your cheeks heat up as you hitch yourself up onto the couch and stubbornly shimmying out of your pants. He simply watches, uncaring of the less-than-delicate display. You toss your jean away and your underwear follows along, piling onto the floor somewhere.

“The weed is making you so chatty, hm?” you don’t get much out of you after that as Sal immediately claims your lips again. He doesn’t even wait for you to lay back down as he brings his hand between your legs.

Not exactly hasty but not taking his time either. He pulls away enough that the spit between your lips break, but you can still feel him groan when he feels the dewdrops of moisture on your cunt; the slick that coats his finger makes him whisper your name.

“So wet,” he marvels. Your legs twitch at his movements. Sliding up and down, pressing in just to make your breath hitch but never fully slipping inside.

Oh fuck.

Stoned Sal likes to tease.

Your dread is shortlived as he descends his kisses to your neck. You groan, clutching onto the back of his shirt as he mottles your neck with unapologetically languid kisses.

You’re whimpering underneath him as he hums and groans. Using his teeth and making hickey after hickey, dark and tender — he’d even brush his teeth along them just to hear you gasp.

Meanwhile, he continues to torture your poor cunt. Bringing his thumb into the fray again as he rubs circles on the tip of your cock. The tip of his fingers spreading your slick around your lips, making it messier and messier.

“Sal, please just fuckin’ finger me already,” you whine out. Turning your head away and arching your back as he sets his eyes on your nipples.

“I’m already — Shit, Sal. I’m already so hard.”

He knows. You don’t have to remind him.

“Don’t make me beg, baby, please.”

Sal bites down on your nipple just as he pushes his finger inside of you. He groans at the feeling of your boypussy clamping down. Fuck, you felt good.

So soft and warm and wet and tight.

He slips another finger in and neither of you are surprised at how eagerly your cunt lets it in.

Sal’s lips pause in their conquest as he looks down between your legs. Fuck, what a sight it was. The happy trail you have that always makes his cock jump in his pants — there it goes again — and that beautiful dick that he always loves choking on to that boypussy that he’s convinced is made for him.

He starts pumping his fingers. In and out in a steady rhythm. Adoring every noise that comes out of you. You take them well, all the way down to the base and when he angles his palm just right your hips buck to grind your cock against his hand.

Fuck, you were perfect.

He kisses you. Breathing through his nose as he bites down on your already swollen lower lip — relishing in this. In you.

He adds another finger and you mewl. It makes him laugh.

You were usually much more headstrong. When he teases, you tease back. The weed is working in his favour, you were so pliant. Melting under him and already close to your first orgasm.

When he curls his fingers, you toss your head back, mouth opening in a silent scream. Your hand dives between your legs to rub your cock and Sal watches your face as you jeek yourself off.

“Just like that, just like that — Oh, oh—ah! Fuck!”

He doesn’t falter his pace, moaning out curses as you clamp down around his fingers.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me, cum for me.”

His voice undoes you.

You buck your hips as wetness covers his hand. He groans, praising you as he continues to pump in and out. You let him, simply curling your toes and panting as you just kept on cumming and cumming.

When he kisses you this time, he doesn’t even let you breathe. Just swallowing your noises as he finger-fucks you through your orgasm and makes you barrel to your second with no breaks.

You clutch at his shirt, feeling lightheaded but unwilling to ask him to stop.

“Keep going, Sal. Please, please.”

How could he say no?

[bubbless-s]

Hello! Could you please write something for Sal Fisher (Sally Face)?Im starved for fics. Also can I be the 🐢 anon? (●'◡'●)

ฅ^Sal Fisher dating x gn!reader^ฅ

- ʚɞ genre: fluff

- ʚɞ warnings: none

-ʚɞ a/n: Im so exited to write this! My first Sally Face request. Thank you 🐢 anon.

Masterlist

♪ Okay so firstly Larry probably set you guys up.

♪ Since Sal has been talking about you for months! A five minute conversation with you would result in Larry listening to a 30 minute rant about you.

♪ Eventually Larry got tired of it and set you guys up. The first date was so fucking akward. No Larry wasn’t secretly following y’all to make sure everything was okay I don’t know what you’re talking about.

♪ After the first date Sally wrote you a ‘small’ note. Actually the note was 10 pages about Sal declaring his love to you. According to him tho it wasn’t long enough.

♪ Secondly Sal is such a gentleman. Fixes your clothes, your hair, pulls out chairs for you. (Again According to Sal this is the bare minimum because you’re the love of his life you deserve it all.)

♪ Afterwards getting into a serious relationship with you nothing changes. Well almost nothing now he’s even more clingy then before.

♪ Sally WILL be grumpy all day long when he doesn’t get kissies or cuddles.

♪ His first time taking off his prosthetics with you was so nerve wracking for the both of you. You were nervous since it was a big step in your relationship, Sal on the other hand felt like crying or throwing up. What if you found him disgusting or worse repulsive?!

♪ But you didn’t. You loved him and thought he was beautiful, handsome, pretty, breathtaking.

♪ Somehow you and Sal reacted the same way kissing each other.

♪ Probably turned into a heated make out session. LMAO

♪ Sal is the type of guy to buy you random things that remind him of you.

♪ Or use your expensive ass shampoo to wash his butt. LOLZ

♪ Yapper s/o + listening bf

♪ Plays guitar for you AND has wrote a song for you too.

♪ Definitely hides his face into your shoulder while cuddling out of habit.

Thanks for reading!

[canthelpit0]

-Everything you need to know-

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ABOUT ME

Please call me Fae, it's Nickname for my actual name. Im bi, and I'm a minor. I just choose not to say my age on here. I love Music and often listen to many different Genres. I've always loved writing, but I've never really published anything in any fandom. don't judge my writing; I'm getting better I promise. I feel like I have a very active imagination. but most of the series fanfics that I write will probably not be planned out that much. I haven't been a fan for too long, I'd say, like early-mid 2023.

My page is made to be looked at in dark mode.

music taste: LanaDelRey, Ariana Grande, The Weeknd, Chase Atlantic, Drake, Doja Cat, Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, mitski... (I usually just listen to whatever I think sounds good, not because a certain artist made it.)

favorite song: it changes all the time (depending on the month, season, my mood, trends, etc.)

fav youtubers: the triplets, larry, Ben of the week, Shanspear... (I don’t watch a lot of yt)

fav food: mashed potatoes 🛐, Schnitzel 😍, ice cream, chicken, cherrys..

WRITING

allthough i feel like my english is pretty good, it is not my first languge. I'm actually German (well, tukisch really..) so, if there is something weird about the way I explain something inherently American, that’s why 🤷‍♀️

what I will be writing: fluff, angst, smut, hcs. I'll write almost anything (for Chris/Matt), I don't mind. go wild with requests I don't judge. the reader will mostly be poc!friendly, but not outright POC. I’ll write hcs for nick x m!reader, just not full stories

what I won't be writing: I might not write some requests. because I feel uncomfortable writing about something I don't know about/have experienced. For example: black!Reader, Latina!Reader, etc. (Heavy emphasis on race, because if yall have a specific fic in mind where the race has something to do with the story, go ask a writer who is black or Latina to write it, they’ll probably have better depiction than I could ever have.) unless it’s German/turkish reader.

also: R4pe, incest, threesomes, wired kinks (piss, shit, feet, etc)

My requests and Asks are open. feel free to send suggestions or questions. I'm fairly new on Tumblr, so I'm def looking for mutuals. Don't be scared to text me, i love meeting new people 🤭

RULES

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if you don't like the concept of a fic, just scroll

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Criticism and feedback are always welcome in my inbox, just don't be rude about it.

[atleastpleasetelephone]

Masterlist

Hello! I write for Elvis Presley and his film characters. You can see my serieses and oneshots below.

~~Requests are open~~

Series

Little Darling Masterlist (on-going)

It's 1997, and Elvis is still alive and well. He quit music in 1972 after a successful world tour, and now he runs Presley Studios - teaching people karate across America. His life is quieter now, though. Most of the Mafia have gone - going to live their own lives - and after his divorce from his second wife, Elvis is sworn off women for good. Will a Welsh girl with a wicked sense of humour be the one to make him break his promise to himself not to fall in love again?

Gentle On My Mind Masterlist (on-going)

A fic starting on the set of Clambake in 1967. Feeling sad and trapped after the Colonel banishes Larry and the spiritual texts, Elvis invites Gloria to keep him company for the final five days of filming. Will she be what he needs to get him out of his depressive funk?

Nights of Endless Love Masterlist (complete)

This is set in 1971, starting at the beginning of his first Vegas residency that year. He meets Mia, a showgirl, who is not his usual type but proves to be more than a match for him.

I Love You So masterlist (request, complete)

Cute little series set in the 50s with Army!Elvis. Elvis and his best friend fall in love, but can their relationship survive him going to Germany?

One shots

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

31 kinky prompts and by the end of October, 31 kinky fics!

BDE oneshots masterlist

All of my Big Daddy Elvis oneshots in one place. Nearly all of these are smutty and angsty.

Princess masterlist

A series of oneshots about early 70s Elvis and his kinky girlfriend trying out new toys in the bedroom.

Little Mouse masterlist

A series of oneshots, starting in the late 60s during filing of Charro! and continuing into the 70s. Elvis and his initially innocent girlfriend have some fun in the bedroom.

Kinky Boots

This is pure unadulterated filth, 1973ish Elvis and his slightly bratty girlfriend on his plane.

You Give Me Fever (request)

Reader is really into sweaty!Elvis. Very smutty.

Love Me (request)

Sub!Elvis and dom!reader during filming of the 1968 Comeback Special. Incredibly filthy.

Gift-wrapped Kitty Cat

Sub!Elvis in his karate gi and dom!reader have some fun together on the Lisa-Marie. Smutty.

Birthday Girl (request)

Someone walks in on reader and Elvis having public sex. Very smutty.

Mystery Train (request)

Charlie is worried about Elvis and decides to find a nice wholesome girl to cheer him up. You turn out to be not as wholesome as he imagined... very smutty.

Heaven

Fluffy sappy fic I wrote for the anniversary.

I Got A Feeling In My Body (request)

1972 Elvis gives his wife a massage. Smutty.

Maneater (request)

Nympho!reader tries to get Elvis' attention at a dinner and ends up being taught a lesson. Very smutty.

Hot 'n' cold (request)

You try to teach Elvis a lesson for his infidelities, but he has other ideas. Smutty.

Sorry Always Seems To Be The Hardest Word (request)

When Jerry and Elvis argue, Jerry threatens to leave and Elvis tries to find a way for him to stay. Smutty.

Dolly

Elvis teaches you to use a vibrator, under strict instructions that you aren't to use it on your own...

Drabbles

Treat Me Nice

This is basically a fluffy drabble of what it would be like to get a kiss from Elvis onstage.

No Peeking

Cute little fluffy drabble about reader unzipping Elvis' jumpsuit.

Mine

Nasty little drabble about possessive!Elvis

Young, dumb... (request)

Smutty drabble about Elvis, reader and Charlie in Paris in the 50s.

Skin Contact

A fluffy little drabble about cuddling with BDE in bed.

Film characters

You can be the boss

You're Walter Hale's personal secretary. One day you seem particularly distracted and Walter wonders why. Very smutty.

Taglist:

Please let me know if you want to be added or removed:

@vintagepresley @arg-xoxo @from-memphis-with-love @msamarican @blursedblegh @returntopresley @eapep @everythingelvispresley @i-r-i-n-a-a @sissylittlefeather @arrolyn1114 @jhoneybees @cattcb @polksaladava @lookingforrainbows @jkdaddy01 @ccab @epthedream69 @lustnhim @elvisslut @pomtherine @that-hotdog @ladelinee @angschrof @fairybloodsucker @deltafalax @makethemorning @elviswhore69 @ilovequeen978 @wildhorseinkansas @pocketfulofpresley @dkayfixates @iloveelvisss @kxnnxy

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Masterlist

[ all of my fics will be linked on here. do not post without my permission. otherwise, enjoy and my requests are open !! ]

Riff (WSS)

• Bang Bang

• Friday Nights

• Behind Closed Doors (Or Not)

Larry Durrell (The Durrells, ITV)

• Do Not Disturb

• His Muse

Dodge Mason (Panic)

• Prove It, Cowboy

Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

• A Rose By Any Other Name (on hiatus)

~ Part One

~ Part Two

~ Part Three