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floraltypes · 3 years

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Distraction

leroy jethro gibbs x reader

fluff, drinking, mentions of sex, death,

based on earlier seasons

AN: ahh my first NCIS little drabble! requests are open so request something!

The moon was shining into the windows of the dimly lit bar. It defiantly wasn’t the nicest one you’d ever been in, but when a old friend insisted on bringing you, you gave in.

She had been babbling to you, for days, about the man who owns it and how they are sleeping around with each other. She continued to then beg for you to come and check it out, then maybe bring some of your coworkers so the guy she liked so much could have more customers.

“Come on Y/n!” Your friend, Elise, whined. She sat up from her position on the couch in your apartment, and locked her fingers around your wrist to get you to stand. “Let’s go! It’s a good place! Popular! Fun! Drinks are cheap,” She was very cheery and trying her hardest to convince you as well.

“Not now,” You groaned, trying to use your weight to stay on the couch. “Brandon is coming over and I had plans to have a nice dinner with him,” You told her, the girl giving up.

Brandon was your current boyfriend, for about two months. Both of you were always incredibly busy with your jobs, him a FBI agent, you a NCIS special agent. So, it made it very difficult to truly see each other and have fun.

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He was helping with the investigation due to the victim of the crime (at the time) being a old navy friend of his. They were going to meet up and try to regain a old friendship before the man was murdered. But Brandon decided to stay a bit and try to help with the case, to find his friends murderer, and to talk to you a bit more.

“A shame to see him go. Wish I��d have see him sooner,” Brandon admitted, rubbing his eyes a little while staring at the body bag.

“I’m sorry for your loss Agent Jordon,” You put a arm on his shoulder and he looked down at you with a small smile. “Trust us, we’ll find him,” You tried to reassure him.

“Thank you Agent L/n,” He nodded, turning fully around to face you now, while they lifted up the body bag to carry it into the van. “I would hope it will be okay if I join you with finding him,” He looked towards you for a answer.

“Oh! Well, uh, I-”

“Talk to your supervisor,” Gibbs interrupted, throwing a camera into your hand. “We still need to hear about your alibi. L/n, get to work on those photos. Todd!” He called out to the other female agent who was walking over with DiNozzo.

“Yeah, Gibbs,” She walked over, fixing the hat that was covering a bit too much of her face than she wanted.

The park was empty, they had found the body slumped up next to a tree with a cup of coffee in hand, which was going to be tested by the lovely Abby, along with everything else he had on him.

“You and DiNozzo go ahead and check out the areas around here, take another camera,” He commanded Todd and DiNozzo, who soon left. “L/n, pictures,” He snapped, now standing right next to you. You quickly nodded and left to go do the job by taking some more pictures of where the body formally was.

“Sir, I hope you’ll let me join you on this investigation. I was at my office, up until I got news of his murder, you can check with coworkers of mine and even my boss,” Brandon told Gibbs, hands now in his pockets and pulling out the FBI badge.

“I know what you are,” Gibbs sneered, motioning for him to put it away. “We don’t need FBI for this, it’s our job,”

“Just for a extra eye, nothing more, I just want to know I did all I could do to get justice for my friend,”

“Come on Gibbs,” You piped up, walking over with the camera in hand and zippering up your jacket with the other. “A extra hand, another person to boss around, and that person being a FBI agent. It kinda sounds like something you might want,” You joked, slowly lowering your voice as his intimidating gaze was put on you. “Or not?”

“I obviously don’t boss you around enough that you feel the need to bother me instead of doing your job,”

“I took the photos!” You lifted up the camera and pulled up a photo of something you found near the body. “Looks like boot marks on the grass, they were bigger and I measured, bigger than our victim. That can help narrow down the search, they were also heavier boots, something someone who’s in the navy might wear,” You handed him the camera and walked to stand across from him, next to Brandon.

“You’re good,” Brandon complimented, smiling down at you.

“Than-”

“It’s the bare minimum, let’s go,” Gibbs, once again, interrupted, and the three of you started walking to his car. “Y/n, up front with me,” He commanded and you quickly jumped in the seat.

“So, can I help?” Brandon asked after there were a few minutes of silence.

“As long as you don’t get in our way,”

Once you made it back to the iconic building, you were excited to show Brandon around a bit, DiNozzo and Todd already doing some research based on some things they found.

“Oh! The autopsy is where Ducky is working at the moment. You have to go and see down there, but Ducky is a talker, so be warned. Sometimes I go down there, on paperwork days, to learn more about anatomy,” You informed the Agent who was happily listening besides you.

“L/n, you are at work, during your work hours, where you get payed to do work. Also known as working on the case, not giving tours, he can figure it out himself,” Gibbs commented, dropping off a couple of files at your desk. You let out a little groan, and apologetic smile to Brandon and walked back to your desk. “Figure out his closest friends, got it, people he was closely working next to,”

“Yes sir,” You plopped yourself down and started to open a file when another chair was soon pulled up.

“Boss is in a extra bad mood today, huh?” DiNozzo laughed, grabbing one of the files near you.

“Big surprise,” You rolled your eyes, flipping to the next page.

“I’ve got a feeling he doesn’t like little FBI agent,”

“Well of course not, he is a FBI agent after all,”

“I’m thinking for another reason,” DiNozzo sent you one last smirk before rolling his chair back to the desk next to you.

“What’s tha-”

“Need help?” Brandon wondered, pulling up a extra chair and grabbing a file. The two of you chatted while going through it. Gibbs down checking in with Abby and then Ducky to see what more they could find out.

Soon, you were all able to find out who exactly killed the victim, leaving to go to the home the man was with another navy agent. You and Brandon took the front of the house, Gibbs and Dinozzo taking the back entrance of the farm house and land, going to check where some animals were located. Todd and Mcgee then headed to a shed that was also present on the land.

You looked back at Brandon, who nodded at you, signaling it was okay to open the door, and you turned the knob. Walking into the entrance and started to sweep the area with your gun in front of you. Brandon motioned you over to a door where he was hearing noises and soon swung it open.

“Liam Han! Put the gun down!” You yelled at him, then pressing your ear piece and letting the rest of the team know you had found the man. You watched the life drain out of the mans face, the first beam of sweat truly drip down, the way his eyes widened every so slightly, and his gun quickly moving to be aimed at Brandon.

You soon shot the mans arm while he shot Brandons leg, other agents soon rushing in and putting Liam into handcuffs and helping the petty officer, who was kidnapped, out of his seat.

“Agent Jordon,” You got on your knees besides him, looking at the wound which seemed to hit a bit below his knee. “Don’t worry medics are on their way, um, are you okay?”

“I might be FBI, but I tend to due more paperwork than field work,” He laughed a little, clutching the wounded leg.

“Why wouldn’t you inform us of that?” Gibbs asked him, same tone in his voice like always.

“It’s not like I’m never on the field, I know what to do,” He didn’t look at Gibbs at all just looking at you. “But hey, maybe this little wound will make it more convincing for you to let me take you out on a date,” He smiled widely, despite his bloody leg.

“Uh.” You looked at him in disbelief and Gibbs rolled his eyes.

“Might as well call of the medics,” Gibbs commented, moving towards the door.

“Wait! No! I still need them!” Brandon called out after.

“That’s something I’m gonna have to try,” DiNozzo mentioned.

“Yeah, ‘cause it would be real charming if you did it,” Todd added.

“Sure,” You told him, laughing a bit while the medics came in to truly address his leg.

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Two more dates, after the first one, he soon asked you to be his girlfriend and the two of you have been going strong for two months!

“I’m in town, please, do this one thing for me!” Elise continued to beg.

“And I never see Brandon,” You fired back. “I’ll think about it, but your flight is tomorrow, so you better go spend the last of that time with your boy toy and I’ll email you,” She quickly nodded and grabbed her stuff, saying a quick goodbye.

A few hours later Brandon arrived to your apartment, yet, not so thrilled to see you. He had a stressed look on his features and no bags in his hand, just a frown and a envelope.

“Brandon?” You got up from the couch you’d been waiting on for the past two hours and slowly walked over to him. “What’s wrong?”

“I think we should break up,” His eyes connected with yours, tears littering the edge of his eyes.

“Wha-why?”

“I need to focus on my work, I’ve always wanted to be a unit chief and in order to gain that goal, I need to do better at my job, and that means cutting off any distractions,” He explained, placing the envelope on your kitchen counter.

“Distractions?”

“I don’t mean for it to come off in a rude way, but this is just the best for me, and now you can even focus on your work more and how to deal with a insane boss,” He lightly laughed, slowly walking to you a patting your shoulder. “I hope to see you soon,” He turned back to the door and left like he was never there.

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That’s how you found yourself in the crappy bar. Elise sure talked it up enough to make it sound decent, but in all reality is was one of the worse you’ve ever been too. But the drinks were kind of good and cheap, so staying a little longer didn’t seem so bad.

Later, when you indulged in a few more weeks, you realized it would be best to head back, yet Elise was off having fun with her boy and you came here with her, in her car.

“DiNozzo,” You spoke into the phone, coughing a bit afterwards. “Pick me up,”

“You’re drunk?” He asked into the phone. “Weird, I’ve only seen that a few times. Not pretty,” He laughed. “Would love to, we’ll not really, but I’m with this smoking hot blonde and she wants to do it in the shower, later,” He hung up, leaving you to dial another friend.

“Y/n?” Caitlins voiced echoed through the phone. “What’s up?”

“I’m drunk, and want to sleep, pick me up Cait, please?”

“I’m out with my family, maybe ask Abby?”

“At some weird rock concert,” You groaned. “I’m not even a crazy drunk, or that drunk, but I don’t feel comfortable driving and I just want to sleep,” You complained.

“I’ve got to go, good luck,” Caitlin then hung up, leaving you to let your forehead fall onto the bar counter.

“Ugh, I guess I have no choice,” You groaned, again, and dialed a number you were dreading to call.

“L/n? It’s late, what is it?”

“Gibbs, I need to call in a favor,” You quietly voiced into the phone.

“What’s this, favor?”

“Can you pick me up,”

“You sound twelve,”

“I can’t drive and everyone’s busy, come on, for me?”

“Tch, I was finally making some real progress on my boat, but now I have to go and save a dumb drunk coworker of mine,” He grumbled underneath his breath, which was still able to be heard through the phone. “Tell me the address,”

You soon told him and hung up. Paying the money you owed the bartender and getting your purse all ready for when the grey-haired man would show up.

“This place is a dump,” A familiar voice muttered, stepping through the door. “What the hell?”

“Gibbs!” You shot up and tumbled your way towards him. “I absolutely hate this place, and fuck-”

“Woah,” He caught your body which just about fell onto him. “You sure can talk normally but not walk normally,” He noted, swinging one of your arms to fall onto his shoulders and his to snake around your waist.

Since the place was about deserted it was easy to get a parking spot in the front and guide you to the car. Once Gibbs opened the passenger door you flopped down, and Gibbs leaned over to buckle your seatbelt, your eyes closed.

“Fell asleep, already, damn, I don’t know where you live,” He mumbled, getting into the drivers seat and pulling out of the nasty bar.

“Gibbs,” You whispered, stirring around in the chair and moving one of your hands to reach for his thigh, though his full attention was already on you, the red beaming onto your features.

“Y/n,” He spoke again, ignoring the hand that was rested on his more lower thigh. “I’m taking you to my place, I have a extra bedroom so it shouldn’t be a problem. And if it is, I don’t care because you’re the one who decided to get drunk,”

“Mmk,” You hummed. “Gibbs,”

“Yes?” He moved his attention back to the road, the color changing.

“You’re my favorite agent,” You laughed a little after, now the true side affects of when you were sleepy and drank too much, kicking in.

“Thanks, I guess,”

“Am I yours?”

“Sure,”

“Good,” You closed your eyes again, letting a grin take over your features. “Gibbs,”

“Yes,” He said with a bit more irritation this time.

“I miss Brandon,”

“Weren’t you supposed to see him tonight?”

“He broke up with me, said I was a distraction. So he needs to cut me off and focus now. Am I a distraction to you?”

“Yeah,” He chuckled a little at the droppy tone of your words and the funny memories of you flashing through his mind at the question. “But sometimes distractions are a good thing. Like distracting you from the troubles that just can’t be fixed at the moment, that’s what you do for me, so it isn’t a horrible thing,”

“Ah,”

“Brandon was a idiot anyway,”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause he was FBI,”

“Yeah, that’s true, but,” Gibbs stopped for a moment, thinking about the words he was about to mutter, contemplating if he was willing to take the risk or not. “He’s also a idiot for getting rid of a distraction like you,”

“You mean that? Gibbs I-” You stopped your sentence after feeling a pair of lips being pushed up against your own. You opened you eyes wide to look at the man who had connected his with yours. “Gibbs what about rule-”

“Who cares, I made the rules, therefore I can break them,” He smirked, grabbing the hand in his lap. “Let’s head to my house and get you to bed and some medicine in your stomach for the hangover you’re going to have tomorrow,”

“Oh, okay,”

“After I finish up on my boat,”

#gibbs x reader #ncis fandom #ncis fanfiction #ncis fic #ncis x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #tony dinozzo #abby sciuto #ducky #timothy mcgee #donald mallard #jimmy palmer #caitlin todd #caitlin mcgee

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atruththatyoudeny · 3 years

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Happy 28th! Here are all the fics I read and loved this month. I can’t say it enough - all you lovely authors in this fandom: my heart belongs to you! ♥ In Repair | teaandtumblr | past LiLo - marriage breakup - past cheating - kid fic - slow burn - angst - anxiety disorders - 36k Louis didn't handle his and Liam's divorce - probably because he never saw it coming and because Liam somehow managed to find the love of his life at the same time. Harry is a daycare worker who really just wants Louis and Liam to get their shit together. No Hold to Hold Onto | kingsofeverything | historical - cowboys - farm/ranch - rodeo competitions - injury - smut - 48k Injured after being thrown from a bronc, Harry doesn’t know if he’ll ever compete again. His only hope is a man called Tommo, a world champion rider who retired at the top of his game. When Harry goes looking for help learning a new way to rope and ride, the last thing he expects to find is love. Do Not Go Gentle | afirethatcannotdie | Grey's Anatomy AU - enemies to lovers - medicine - angst - friends to lovers - friends with benefits - hate sex - minor character death - implied/referenced homophobia - 70k “This is all a game to you, isn’t it? Well, it’s not for me. This is a real life or death situation,” Louis says, spitting the words at him. “And I just don’t think you’re cut out for it.” For a moment, they stare at each other in complete silence. Harry can feel his blood thrumming between his ears, can see Louis glaring at him, feels red-hot anger. And then all he feels, oppressively and desperately, is lust. Suddenly Louis is surging up to him to press his lips against Harry’s. Harry walks the two of them backwards, pressing Louis back against the door. Louis oomphs in surprise and brings his hands under Harry’s scrub top, scratching at his lower back. “Lock — oh — lock the… fucking door,” Louis mutters. When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn't expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern. A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they? Thrown In Wide Open Spaces | berzerkshires | kid fic - meet-cute - 5k Prompt for 1D Cliché Fest: Meet-cute on a train, where Louis is traveling with the youngest twins and when one of them has a meltdown the other one starts to cry too (obvs twin magic) and Harry steps in to help Louis calm the kids down and decides to tag along the rest of the day to help out, of course they fall in love that day Run with Foxes, Hunt with Wolves | 69louis | a/b/o - 19k Louis and his pack of mostly females are left shaken after they lose their alpha, and soon after males from far and wide travel to their territory to compete for the right to take his place. Louis is thrown into turmoil, fearful of losing another one of his pack mates, and untrusting of the lone males who seem to be growing in numbers everyday, but when a strong stranger steps forward to not only fight to be alpha, but to fight for Louis can he keep his head above water long enough to reach the next full moon? I never thought through love we'd be (making one as lovely as she) | shitucute | a/b/o - fluff - angst - smut - 8k “Have you ever seen him around a pregnant omega before? His face goes all fond and it’s totally awkward, because I swear every time he sees one, it’s like he’s obligated to go ask them if he can put his hand on their stomach and congratulate them. He’s lucky he has nice curls and charming dimples or else he would probably have like three lawsuits and a bunch of creeped out pregnant people.” Zayn says and gives out a little huff of air. Okay, so maybe Zayn has a point. or, Louis's main goal in life is to be knocked up with Harry's kids and he doesn't realize that Harry wants the same. The Tale of Two Kingdoms | larriebane | a/b/o - royalty - enemies to lovers - mild smut - mpreg - 24k ABO-universe with modern language mixed with some new and old traditions, no technology exist (cars, phones, electricity etc.) Prince Louis of Doncaster finds himself in the wrong place at the wrong time as the feared Hijackers from Cheshire come to claim their annual pray of omegas. He is taken away and transported to a strange country that Louis has been taught as the enemies’ land. When unforeseen events take place and even more unlikely savior turns up, Louis’ all previous beliefs are being proved wrong. Will love save the two kingdoms and form an alliance after several centuries of feuds between these bordering countries? Final Countdown | Beanno28 | 5 Times - kid fic - smut - 11k Harry and Louis have a son (like 4 or 5yo) and it is really hard to get some when he’s glued to them all of the time. Or the many times the didn't and the one time they do Love is a Compass | lovelarry10 | kid fic - minor character death - grief/mourning - pining - fluff - smut - 27k Louis smiled to himself, knowing what Cameron was hinting at. “Did you want to stay with me in my warm bed?” Cameron nodded as he slipped his thumb back into mouth, fighting to keep his eyes open now. “Please, Lou.” “Sure. get some sleep, okay?” Louis hugged him tighter and closed his own eyes, his arms heavy with the weight of the little boy they were wrapped around. Just as Louis was dozing off, his eyes too heavy to keep open anymore, he heard whispered words that shattered his heart into a million more pieces. “Please don’t go to heaven too, Lou.” ******** Harry waltzes into Louis’ life when everything seems to be crumbling around him. A dad overnight, grief stricken and learning to be a parent as he goes, Harry helps to bring light, laughter and, of course, baked goods back into their lives. Make It Work | fanshae | mpreg - a/b/o - arranged marriage - feminization - smut - 10k Prompt: Arranged marriage AU. Harry is an omega who has reached the age where he must be married due to his family's income status. Only the aristocratic omegas are exempt. His parents try to hide him but eventually the government gets word and in punishment, gives the omega to a spoiled aristocrat son of a lord, Louis. Louis is more than thrilled to have his own omega and once Harry goes into heat, he explores the boy with fascination and unintentionally impregnates him. This leads to a boy used to living carefree and drinking the day away with other nobles to having to face fatherhood. baby I'll never leave (if you keep holding me this way) | we_are_the_same | strangers to lovers - accidental kidnapping - accidental breaking and entering - Lockdown - Covid-19 - no smut - 6k His fingers curl around the first thing he can find that would be suitable as a weapon, an umbrella that has a rather impressive looking metal pin at the end. He holds it in front of him the way he imagines people hold a sword, tiptoeing through his living room until he can find whoever’s in his kitchen. He briefly considers calling 999, figures that if someone’s trying to burgle him, he should probably not be a hero and actually rely on professionals to arrest them, but he’s never been the type to sit back and wait, and -- is that singing? It is singing. Whoever is trying to rob him is in his kitchen, singing an eighties pop song under their breath. And they made cookies? Man, Deconstructed | jacaranda_bloom | strangers to lovers - misunderstandings - smut - 13k Harry doesn’t need help getting laid and he certainly doesn’t need Niall to hire a professional to ‘sort him out’. But when a gorgeous man turns up on his doorstep on his birthday to ‘lay some pipe’ in the back garden (who just happens to have the best arse Harry’s ever seen), his world is upended. OR the one where a well-meaning best mate, a sculpture-worthy arse, and a heaping dose of misunderstanding combine to create sheer and utter chaos, and also, maybe, the best thing Harry’s ever found.

#28th appreciation #fic rec #my fic rec #monthly reads #monthly fic rec #completed fics #larry fics #my reads

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chaosanswers · 3 years

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Random NSFW things with the Monster Boys

A/N: I had to look up so animal anatomy for Liam and Alexander because... you know... one's a shark, and one's a snake

Dylan

So, I have said that Dylan get VERY loud in the bedroom

No sense of volume at all

One time when you two were getting down and dirty, he was so close

He howled

This boy fricken howled

Howled like there was a full moon out (and there wasn't one out lol)

Liam

Be prepared simps, cause I found this shocking

Liam has now only 1

but two... TWO

Yes you heard me right, 2 cocks

Stroke them both at the same time he will be screaming (and creaming lmao)

Zayne

Zayne also has two cocks

TWO COCKS

the animal kingdom is weird...

He will attempt to put them both inside of you.

I don't even need to pull up the wheelchair, I'll have it with me if y'all need it.

Simon

I have said Simon is really goofy when it comes to getting busy in the bedroom

He's only goofy to help you relax during sex

His wang is pretty big

Like sheesh, y'all are gonna need a wheelchair when he's done with you

he makes dumb jokes to ease your mind off the pain (and also cause he's a goofy bitch by nature)

Milo

This one is pretty funny.

You two were almost done, he felt himself getting closer right?

Before anything was released

He phased through you and the bed

Yeah, it was that good to him

His ghostly self kicked in and he just phased right through you lol

Onyx

Onyx is really, EXTREMELY shy when it comes to sex

He's a whining mess and everything

You two were doing it

All of a sudden he let out the most girlish moan ever

He was so embarrassed he didn't come out of the shadows for days

Elliot

This one's also a little funny

You and him

Romantic lighting as y'all got to it

Both you and him were so close

But when he came, his wings randomly popped out and expanded and he knocked down the lamp on the side table

You started giggling and he hid his face in your chest embarrassed.

Nathan

If you have a thing for biting while getting down and dirty, well Nathan's your guy

But there was the time he accidentally bit down too hard and drew a little blood.

The scent of you blood drove him crazy

This boy just started RAMMING into you

Like no mercy

He made you bed in breakfast the next morning

Alexander

This boy

So you two were just in the zone

Like anything else around you two weren't there for the time being

The all of a sudden, without noticing, Alexander started to shift into his demon form

You were kinda freaking out cause he was like getting BIGGER

He didn't notice till you two were done

Still won't stop apologizing for it

He kissed your thighs and took care of you the rest of the day the morning after

#monster boyfriend #monster fucker #monster boy oc #ghost boy #himbo werewolf #vampire boy #merman #marshark #shy shadow boy #dragon boy #demon boy #shy naga boy #monster lover

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purkinje-effect · 3 years

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The Anatomy of Melancholy, 74: Enclosure

Table of Contents. Third Instar, Chapter 5. Go to previous. Go to next. TWs: Alcohol, transphobia, prejudiced behaviors, ghoul fetishization, brief unsanitary stuff, dysphoria. (A/N: This is a difficult chapter.)

Doors, keys, barriers, and binding.

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As his food settled, ‘Choly found his gaze more upon Sticks than anything else. He’d watched as the ghoul ate his stew (and polished off his own as well), watched him as they shared the slice of pie, watched as the two each finished off their chilled cans of Vim. The tonic soda’s alcohol content crept up on him, insidious and heady. Observing Sticks’s indelicate spoon technique juxtaposed against his precise methodology of ripping the bread bowl piece as he went, the angles at which he held his broken lips to prevent dribbling, the diligence and enthusiasm with which he dispatched the meal... He didn’t notice his intoxication until Sticks squarely caught him not just watching, but staring. He frowned softly, stymied and a little too wide-eyed.

He wondered if Sticks had meant to get him drunk, and if so, why. He disliked his reflex to question such a thing.

Angel vocalized as though to clear an imagined throat.

“Ah, yes, gentlemen. Allow me to clear the table for you.” As it did so, it remarked to ‘Choly, “I certainly hope dinner treats you well, Sir.”

“Yeah, it’s gotta be.” Sticks grabbed the cans to collect the ring-pulls from them, before relinquishing them to Angel. He shifted in his seat to lace his hands over his belly. “Surely, I picked out a decent meal.”

‘Choly sat up straighter and reached for his cane hooked on the back of his chair, in preparation of standing, knowing it would take more focus than usual.

“I’ll know sooner or later. I can’t recall a single food since the Vault that hasn’t given me awful indigestion.” His features tightened and he leaned nearer across the table. “The stew didn’t have milk in it, right? Or the bread?”

Sticks didn’t know whether to take the worrying personally.

“Most things don’t. Brahmin don’t produce much milk. It’s usually made into a cheese so it lasts longer. Why?”

Angel finished its bussing. Sticks stood.

“Food allergy. Thanks, Angel.” With a sigh he pushed back the chair. Leveraging off the floor with his cane, he steadied himself against the edge of the table until his balance carried confidence. “Though, I couldn’t say I’d have the same reaction as to cow’s milk. I doubt I’ve had brahmin milk, if it’s rare as you say.”

They passed through the security point again, back into the mall proper. ‘Choly understood this time that the food court took that measure because it had its own door to the outside as well. He supposed that, in addition to the main entrance to the Concourse, each anchor store would have such a weapons check.

It took several tries, and Sticks’s assistance, before he could manage to mount Angel successfully. He laughed it off. They strolled amiably, oblivious to anything but their after dinner leisure. ‘Choly soon stopped them, in front of Sutter Grove, to marvel from a distance at an entire department store space he believed housed nothing but books.

“Sutter Grove was an upscale department store. I understand why a place with a prejudice for robots would clear out their General Atomics in favor of their post office and all, but-- but... did they do similar for every single anchor store?”

“Hadn’t really thought about it.” Sticks shrugged, hands in pockets. “I guess. What’s the use in trying to remember what they used to be, though? It might house hundreds of merchants, but Ant Lane’s more... streets-in-the-sky than a mall anymore.”

“Helps me couple my understanding of things against their reality.”

“Like you keep doing with me, I’m guessing.”

They’d continued along, and it took a moment for ‘Choly to process the jab.

“What, what was that?”

“What’s history matter anymore? I’ve lived so much of it, seen so much of it--made so much of it. We’re in the now, Mindy. Let’s stay here a while, huh?”

He murmured in uncertain agreement, trailing off as he noted the aforementioned Gate City Clinic at one corner of the crossway one might take to get to See’s or The Hall.

“Do you need to see that Liam fellow before we check in?”

“Bah, it’s fine. As long as it stops bleeding, I heal up P.D.Q.--and whatever it is you did, it’s sure stopped, or my sleeve wouldn’t still be white.”

“Is it white?” he mumbled, slouching to ineffectually adjust his half-moon glasses. “This lighting...”

“Tell me about it.” Sticks checked the time on his Pip-Boy and grunted. “It’s five minutes to lock-up time. We need to hoof it, or we’ll have to deal with See’s.”

“Why do I worry you know this from experience,” Angel fretted, matching the ghoul’s haste.

As they passed the glass elevator shaft, converted to a two-story pillar light fixture, ‘Choly looked behind them to confirm his suspicions that See’s guards had spread throughout the mall to empty all visitors from the Concourse.

Five guards stood at the lower level entrance to the Anchor Inn. Its upper level entrance had already been shut off, so as to usher non-Laners into the inn’s first floor lobby. The trio speculated where the Concierge line began, but as the See’s guards pulled shut the Concourse entrance’s rolling metal doors, Sticks encouraged ‘Choly in confidence to make themselves last in line. With easily a hundred people waiting for their rooms, ‘Choly worried they’d fill up before they got to the desk, but did his best to trust his friend. He glanced to his Pip-Boy: curfew came at nine here. Once only ten or so people remained, he dismounted to totter on his cane.

By the time their turn arrived, only one Concierge clerk stood at the desk: the tall, stocky Latin woman with dark teal victory rolls from before. She wore a cravat-bow, with tuxedo-piped slacks and a matching jacket with rows of brass buttons down each side, braided shoulders, and a contrast collar and cuffs. A small pillbox hat was secured cocked on her crown. She’d long since taken notice of Angel’s presence in the lobby, and her confident curiosity indicated easily that she’d assured her coworkers to leave the trio to her.

“I always expected robots to look as dangerous as they’ve been made to sound.” Intrigue piqued her well-manicured brows as she paid the ledgers most of her mind. “Have you stayed with us before?”

“I have. He hasn’t. I’m Sticks, and this is Melancholy. The robot’s Angel.”

She paused as she wrote, processing it all with a faint smile which grew into a beaming grin. She extended a lace-gloved hand and firm handshake, first to Sticks, then to ‘Choly. Angel offered a tendril as well, which she snagged with enthusiasm.

“I’m Orqueida. Rates are nightly or weekly. By the night, it’s ten pulls per person. By the week, it’s fifty pulls per person. Check-out’s at noon the following day. Anything you leave in your room past the time you’ve gotta be out gets donated to our Gift Shop.”

“Let’s start off with that week-long price ticket.” Sticks leaned coolly and removed his ushanka, holding it at his breast to smile at her. “Could I persuade you to give us a slight discount? Say... forty pulls each?”

Her misgivings skewed her features just so.

“We’ve got monthly rates, too, but if you’re intent to stay more than a month, it’s cheaper to speak to Mayor Knott about leasing a space in the Concourse. Are you... gonna be around more than a week?”

“Probably,” ‘Choly mumbled aside. Knowing my luck.

Scrutinizing her ledgers, she placed a dark, enameled fingernail on her floor map with a pleasant nod.

“I can do... forty-five. Best I can do. Our monthly rate breaks down to that. Management’s got a strict no-nonsense policy when it comes to haggling. Let's give you Room 110.”

“You’re too kind.” The ghoul’s rumbling, cordial voice ingratiated, firm but humble. “So neighborly-like. Thank you.”

‘Choly crossed his arms firmly, nearly grabbing fistfuls of his cardigan as he chewed at his lip. It didn’t much reassure him, that she hadn’t said one-eleven. He craned his head a bit to discern the room’s location.

“Excuse me... but I’m to understand that the escalators or elevators are no longer in operation. I imagine the inn uses both stories of the DeMarco-Boyle’s. I really struggle with stairs. I hope it’s no bother for us to request we receive a first floor room?”

“One-ten is. Besides, rooms are only in short supply during blizzard conditions. Long as it’s vacant, it’s for grabs. Psh, talking like you knew what the place looked like before it was an inn. You just said you hadn’t stayed at the Lane before today, and the inn itself is well past centenarian.”

“I haven’t been in this DeMarco-Boyle’s-- I mean, not the Anchor Inn, no.”

Orqueida simply stared at length, her lazy eye overt.

“Is your friend always this weird? Or is he just disoriented from traveling too long with a prewar ghoul?”

“Ohh, this is him coherent.” Sticks shrugged it off with a chuckle, and gave ‘Choly a pitying shoulder pat which elicited pedantic sulking. “He’s got a point, though. He hardly gets around without help, from Angel or otherwise. A first floor room is probably a good idea.”

“Of course. Of course.” After annotating their booking in the ledger, Orqueida leaned her elbows on the high desk, to eye Angel with interest. “Now about that robot. Checks out with the Aldermen, right?”

They both nodded, though ‘Choly couldn’t confidently be sure any officials of any kind had given them explicit verbal clearance to bring Angel with them.

“The instant Yancy gives warning, you’ve gotta follow technological protocols. Lock it in our work closet. Turn it off. Chain it down. Non-negotiable.” She softened, and her fascination shined through once again. “Only other choice is to toss it outside at that point, and I couldn’t have the heart for that. It’ll be neat to have a bot around for a change. Looks a fierce one.”

“My ferocity, madam, is only rivaled by my cleaning prowess!”

She let out a barking jolt of a laugh, and tidied her workspace.

“Ha! Madam. A sense of humor, too.”

“To confirm we’re on the same page about storing Angel,” ‘Choly hemmed, unsure whether to even ask. “You say, ‘at Yancy’s word.’ Is Yancy one of your Aldermen?”

Orqueida gagged and teetered in place before laughing at him pityingly.

“Fuck, I hope not. Ask most people, they’d tell you Yancy’s our resident ant farmer, but he’s our meteorologist. Our weatherman.”

As Sticks handed her fistfuls of pulls from his sack, she strung them onto a set of graduated check spindles to count them in a way not dissimilar to Darryl with his abacus. Until then, ‘Choly had presumed the broker-creature had paid his friend in caps. She deposited their payment in an under-desk till. Then she fished the right room key off the wall pegs behind her, and shut the desk-gate behind her to join them.

“Could I walk you to your room, then?” When they appreciated the gesture, she continued their chat on the way. “You aren’t from the Hinter, or you’d know not to bring Angel along... and it’s rare anyone’s here by accident. I was a real little girl, the only other time I can ever remember the Lane letting in a robot. Nor’easters mess up technology. Something about the electricity in them or something. I’m not sure. It was a lot like Angel. Smaller. It didn’t have any arms. See’s removed its weapon. It had a recording about enlisting to the military base to the South. But, sometimes it’d pick up funky radio music. That’s the part we liked about it. Well, See’s locked it out in the Concourse during a storm. It rammed itself to pieces against the rolling doors of the apartments. Heaven knows what the hell its radio was picking up that week, either. Haunting. So yeeaaah. You’ve gotta turn Angel off if Yancy says a storm’s coming.” She eyed Angel amid the tension of her ghost story, heavy lidded and smiling. “Just the armless one was scary enough. Your voice is yours, not others’. Don’t give me nightmares.”

Angel stuttered at length, guilty and incredulous.

“If it is unsafe for me to remain here during certain conditions, then my liberty holds no priority to everyone’s safety. If... if powering down during such a storm means we prevent any injury--to others, property, or myself--then I’ll make no argument.”

“Nor’easters aren’t as common as you’d think.” Sticks patted Angel’s chassis.

“Any is still more common than we’d like,” she added. They stood at the door to Room 110. “The average Laner won’t know that thing you wear are Pip-Boys. I don’t know why you’re here, but while you’re here, you should see Sutter Grove or Grey & Gould about a lock box, if you have any holotapes you want to keep safe. Better to have the arrangements made, than to scramble last minute, afloat in a thousand people caught up in storm preparations.”

“What do you know about Pip-Boys?” the ghoul started.

“I know they’re not just a computer, for one.” She dangled the key fob at arm’s length to see who’d take it, but she snatched it away from Sticks. Slowly, she grinned at him knowingly. “They can also be a key.”

She let them in, then gave the ghoul the key.

“If you need anything else,” she said, “ring at the Concierge desk. But for an hour or so, don’t need me in particular. Now that everyone’s checked in, I’ve got dinner plans. I’ll be back no later than midnight. Goodnight.”

The halls’ chevron walls contrasted to the geometric scale-like fans of the room. Two wall sconces to either side of the bed sported four of those strange curly red-green Burlington glass bulbs, and a matching swag lamp also hung opposite the bed. They had enough room to move about, but Angel still opted to extinguish its thruster and crawl about on its tendrils.

“I’ll bulk up some figurative guns in lieu of those I can’t have indoors, ha-hah!” it announced. The puffing up in its voice crumpled shortly. “Will we be at the mall all too long?”

“As brief as we can, chap. Brief as we can.” Sticks tossed down his hat and flopped to sit on the end of the bed with his untied apron in his lap. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll get lucky and be done with all this by this time tomorrow.”

‘Choly hung his visor on the coat rack by the door. Then he pulled some things from Angel’s storage, and tucked his cash into it. He slung a fresh work rag over his shoulder, and grabbed Sticks’s right arm to drag him back up to stand.

“We don’t have our own private bathroom. Could you show me to the public bathroom? It sucks that I didn’t think to see if any of the stores had any toothpaste, but I still want to brush my teeth.”

“Sure. I think one’s just around the corner.”

“I trust the two of you can manage without me,” Angel said, nesting into the corner beside the low chest of drawers. “I’ll stay right here. Out of the way.”

“Angel...” ‘Choly put a hand on it as it tucked its ocular lenses flush to its chassis. “You’re not in the way.”

Sticks plopped his apron in the nightstand drawer.

“Come on. Sooner we can get back to the room, sooner I can finally get a good night’s sleep. It’s been almost two weeks.”

“I told you we could’ve pulled over in Concord for you to nap,” ‘Choly poked on their way out.

“We only made good time because I didn’t.”

The public bathrooms had been converted to showers. Most of the toilets’ plumbing now accommodated shower heads and floor drains, in individual stalls minus the doors. ‘Choly counted nine men besides themselves using these facilities: four in the showers, at least one in the toilets, and the rest at the sinks. The first moment he could, he squeezed in at a sink, and wet his toothbrush to get started. In a fit of stupidity, he turned to the fellow beside him.

“I couldn’t bum some toothpaste from you, could I?”

The middle-aged fellow jerked in place. His glare sobered ‘Choly on the spot.

“You’re in the men’s room. You know that, right?”

One of the men in the showers overheard him and covered up with his hands, cowering to one corner of his stall. Sticks steadied ‘Choly by the shoulder and cocked his head at the guy.

“Last I checked, men use the men’s room. If you’re not sure he’s in the right place, are you sure you’re in the right place?”

“Whatever, shambler. Yer both blind. I was just finishin’ up anyway.”

He slapped a half-crumpled toothpaste tube in ‘Choly’s hand, expectorated, and muttered the entire way out.

‘Choly nearly couldn’t bring himself to use it. He trembled the whole time he brushed. Meanwhile, Sticks stepped up to the sink the other man had been using, to whistle and use their bar of soap to wash up his face and mostly-bald scalp. He hadn’t brought in a toothbrush, so he just rubbed around some of ‘Choly’s toothpaste with a finger and rinsed his mouth out. ‘Choly put up blinders so no one would think he was watching them, but it felt more like deer in headlights. He eventually got the nerve to work at pocketing the bobby pins from his French twist, to brush out his hair at the sink, and rinse the road debris from it. He grounded himself by enumerating tasks for the next day.

I’ll need to bring in some things from the car. My robe. My change of clothes. Some towels. Surely, one of the stalls has a door, so I can--

Sticks laughed suddenly.

“You believe that guy? It’s like he’s never met a pint-sized Russian with long hair before.”

‘Choly glowered at him, with a panicked hush.

“Jacob, please. I just want to forget about it. It’s been happening all goddamn day, if you didn’t notice.” His body slacked in defeat. “Angel’s not the only one who feels unwelcome here.”

“Then that makes three of us. Ignorance isn’t always bliss. But we came here for a reason, and we’re going to see that through.”

‘Choly washed at his hands with their bar of soap, and couldn’t stop sighing.

“...Come on now. Let’s see your arm.”

Sticks removed his shirt without questions. ‘Choly unwrapped the wound to inspect it. Even despite the unusual lighting, it struck him dumb to see the wound had stopped bleeding, and had begun to close up quite cleanly. He carefully soaped up his hands to rinse the injury again, then patted it dry with the old rag, in the delirious inundation of an infatuated stream of thoughts.

Instead of a laundry list, his mind now recited all he could recall of Sticks’s Pip-Boy vitals mere hours ago. He couldn’t believe Sticks hadn’t somehow sneaked a Stimpak while he wasn’t looking. This ghoul... Dreamily, he awed in unmistakable proof his friend was more than a burn victim. He felt more brazen, more justified, in his ardor--the ghoul was a ghoul, long since not human. Unlike at the food court table, this time he caught himself lost in his dopey admiration, and straightened up to finish dressing Sticks’s upper arm. Sticks put his shirt back on, oblivious to ‘Choly’s fascination.

‘Choly’s stomach shifted characteristically. His mouth tugged to one side, and he swallowed at an excess of saliva.

“You go on back to the room without me. Don’t wait up. I... I might be a while.”

“You all right?”

“Dinner caught up with me, is all. I’m fine.”

Fortunately for him, most people seemed to use other bathrooms for the toilets, so not only was the line short, but the time he had to take didn’t much affect anyone but himself. There wasn’t any toilet paper, though he questioned whether it was supposed to, since the dispenser had no empty tube left. He would’ve felt even more disparaged if he hadn’t accidentally kept the rag from Sticks’s arm. He tried not to think about it.

Upon emerging from the stall, he flinched and nearly skipped washing his hands, only to flinch even harder at the need to wash out the rag. He ran a sink tap as hot as it would get, and praised that he’d managed to keep the bar of soap in the shuffle.

“The laundromat’s downstairs, pal,” he heard someone offer in nuisance as he wrung out the rag.

“I’ll remember that, thanks.”

When ‘Choly got back to the room, Angel let him in. It knew the sound of his steps without him even needing to knock. One of the two had pulled drawstring curtain-shades over the Burlington glass fixtures in the room to dim the lights, as they couldn’t simply be turned off. When he heard him enter, the ghoul sat up from the bed, in just his underwear. ‘Choly sat on the dressing stool at the foot of the bed and began to undress. The ghoul tenderly helped him out of his orthotics. He handed ‘Choly back his shirt, and sat on the side of the bed. ‘Choly tossed his orthotics, pants, sweater, and socks on the dressing stool. Then he set his glasses on his nightstand and crawled into the bed with Sticks.

'Choly would’ve melted readily into the full set of clean sheets, but he still couldn’t quite unlatch his brain from his day. He stared up into the recently repaired tiled ceiling. His thoughts wandered back to Sticks’s vitals diagnostics, as the ghoul took off his Pip-Boy and prosthetic, and laid back down with him. He cuddled up to Sticks, to feel his chest, his heartbeat, his body temperature... He started to kissing him, desperately wishing to get in the mood to do more than kiss him... but when Sticks held him closer and kissed him back, he crumpled to rest his head on Sticks’s shoulder. Even shirtless, the brackish scent of Glenn Johnny’s fry oil permeated him.

Sticks didn’t pressure him to continue, and they laid there in silence.

“I don’t know that you should’ve trusted me to know where to find the orthotics,” ‘Choly uttered finally, broken. “I’ve been to three Waldens now. The first only had a few scraps of paperwork left. The second had a lab, but I got it burned down. And the third? You just saw it. The next nearest Walden’s all the way in Bangor, if it’s still standing. And you already said hospitals are a no-go for some reason. Maybe... maybe I’m not supposed to have better medical equipment.”

“Oh shut up. Shut up.” Sticks grabbed a fistful at the back of ‘Choly’s head. “I won’t have this after everything I’ve dealt with to get here. The stuff that was in the warehouse, isn’t. So what?” He let go once he knew he’d shaken ‘Choly to really hear him. “This is the oldest settlement in the Hinter. Of course the city’s picked over. Angel’s right. There’s Laners who scav to stock their shops. We’re bound to find some of the stuff from Walden here. It’s too close to the Lane, for us not to.”

“I... You’re right.” His mouth did most of the trembling at that point. “I don’t think you understand, though, just exactly how dearly I need these orthotics. The corset in particular serves multiple purposes for me. My physical state and my gender have begun to blur together. For the past few months, I’ve been using the canvas orthotic corset over there. It does a similar job to the bust flattener I had before, well. I still resent the Vault staff for burning all my belongings, but the flattener wouldn’t provide me any spinal stability anyway... The shape of me gives me such an unbearable grief at times. But the corset helps some.”

Another lull transpired, while Sticks caressed ‘Choly’s scalp from where he’d gripped it. It was almost like the ghoul didn’t know what to say. Or maybe, he just could tell ‘Choly’s silence said multitudes, and he didn’t want to interrupt him.

“...Is that what all this is about? No wonder you’re so upset about earlier.” Sticks pulled him tighter to him, and held him in both arms. “We’re going to find those things.”

“It doesn’t bother you, does it? For a man to lie beside you, looking like I do?”

“I don’t see why it would. Not that my opinion really weighs in on who you are. People come in all kinds of shapes. You’re... you-shaped. Always have been.” He kissed at ‘Choly’s forehead a few times, then pressed his lips to his, letting his hand and wrist wander impassioned. “Now are you up for a little fooling around a little on a nice, big, fresh bed? Or are you still mopey? There’s only one right answer.”

“You’re the best way to get my mind off things,” he relented.

“Attaboy.”

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People, September 14

Cover: Chadwick Boseman of Black Panther -- a hero gone too soon

Page 1: Chatter -- Kate Winslet on returning to set after filming stopped due to COVID-19, Rob Lowe on choosing to appear in Dr. Vegas instead of Grey’s Anatomy, Toni Braxton lamenting her tame youth, Kate Hudson on the fate of her and Matthew McConaughey’s How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days characters, Cardi B on meeting Beyonce, Jason Derulo joking about dating during coronavirus

Page 2: 5 Things We’re Talking About This Week -- Blake Lively ogles husband Ryan Reynolds, Bring It On stars have sequel ideas, you can make anything magically delicious, Macaulay Culkin ages gracefully, Selena Gomez collaborates with Blackpink

Page 5: Contents

Page 10: StarTracks -- The VMAs -- Lady Gaga reigned supreme at the MTV Video Music Awards taking home 5 Moon Person trophies

Page 11: Keke Palmer in addition to hosting the virtual show she performed her single Snack, Miley Cyrus paid homage to her 2013 Wrecking Ball music video, The Weeknd sang his hit Blinding Lights

Page 12: Matt Damon at the beach in Malibu for surfing, Magic Johnson on a jet-ski in the French Riviera, Ellie Goulding rocked a flowing pink and red gown for her live concert, Jennifer Lawrence and husband Cooke Maroney linked arms and wore masks for a dinner date in NYC

Page 13: Stars’ Best Friends -- Gavin Rossdale and his beloved pup Chewy as the rocker posed for a photo in Malibu, Kate Bosworth and her dog Happy stepped out for a walk in Los Angeles, Lionel Richie and his dog Sylvester, Dolly Parton paid tribute to her god dog Billy, David Beckham and his dog Sage, PLEASE ADOPT, DON’T SHOP

Page 15: First Looks -- Julianne Moore and Janelle Monae portray Gloria Steinem and Dorothy Pitman Hughes in The Glorias, Kristen Stewart and Mackenzie Davis in the first lesbian holiday rom-com The Happiest Season, Serena Williams at the Western & Southern Open tennis tournament

Page 19: Scoop -- Brad Pitt’s hot new romance with Nicole Poturalski

Page 20: Katy Perry and Orlando Bloom welcome baby Daisy Dove

Page 22: Heart Monitor -- Gabrielle Union and Dwyane Wade happy anniversary, Trevor Noah and Minka Kelly dating, Sam Smith and Francois Rocci new couple, Liam Payne and Maya Henry engaged

Page 24: Sex Scandal: The pastor and his wife and the pool boy -- Jerry Falwell Jr. and his wife Becki and the pool boy Giancarlo Granda

Page 25: Jessica Simpson on life in quarantine, Yifei Liu -- meet the new Mulan

Page 26: Rachael Leigh Cook embraces love again, Emma Roberts’ pregnancy joy

Page 29: Passages, Why I Care -- Jon Hamm is raising funds for community theaters

Page 30: Stories to make you smile -- dog and pig playmates have adorable adventures, a dad brings kids’ drawings to life

Page 33: People Picks -- Away

Page 34: The Undoing

Page 35: Filthy Rich, Fargo, The Crown

Page 37: Q&A with Lamorne Morris, One to Watch -- The Boys’ Colby Minifie

Page 40: Books -- must-reads for fall

Page 42: Cover Story -- Chadwick Boseman -- farewell to a king -- the Black Panther star an instant iconic actor who bravely broke new ground dies after a private cancer struggle and leaving a nation grieving

Page 48: Justice for Jacob Blake -- the police shooting of yet another black man this time with 7 bullets to his back again ignites protests demanding change

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Random question. Hi! Hope you’re having a good day. Do you rec or like bottom Theo five? And if you do (for either) can you please please please rec me some good ones?

Hello! Thanks for asking - since we already had bottom Liam and I am all about equality, here, have bottom Theo! 😊

Pink Moons And Virgins by @kiwiwolf91

On the night of the Pink Moon, Theo, Liam, Corey and Mason are kidnapped by evil (very evil, extremely evil witches) who want to sacrifice a virgin on the nemeton to appease their deity.

Theo really should of spent more time playing the field than playing the pack when the Dread Doctors where running running around, luckily Liam has the solution.

[NR / 1.8k / complete]

Shades of Blue by @tamerofpickles

Theo invites Liam over to his house in order to use a truth serum on him. He is surprised to discover he used the wrong ingredient.

[Explicit / 3k / complete]

You are made of something holy by @sophietrancy

Liam couldn't remember a time before the voice. His voice. His mate's voice.

His parents had always told him stories of Soulmates, two people who had been promised to each other the very moment they were brought into this world.

Soulmates can hear each other. But only when they curse. But Theo? Theo was not what Liam had expected.

[Explicit / 64k / wip]

Wedding Bells by @lanceiferroar

Scott and Malia's wedding is coming up. Liam needs a date, especially when he hears that Hayden is bringing her new boyfriend. What will happen when Corey finds out that Theo is back in town and brings him to Liam's house?

[Mature / 7k / complete]

What About Us? by @dan13la-blog-blog

Alternative version of 6B. While dealing with the hunters and Gerard, Liam has to deal with his anger, and Theo become part of the pack. He also seems to be the only one who can calm Liam down. What does that mean for them?

[Mature / 202k / complete]

Together. I love you. by @lanceiferroar

Liam moves to NYC to be a professor. Theo is in NYC and needs a life change. When a pizza falls from the sky and hits Theo in the head, his life changes when he sees who dropped it on him.

[Mature / 12k / complete]

Swimming in love by @glitter-cake20

Liam is a mermaid that finds certain parts of Theo's anatomy fascinating.

[Explicit / 6.4k / wip]

Two bottoms don't make a top by @uthizaar

A College AU in which Liam and Theo have never met before, Theo asks Liam out without first looking him up on a dating app, resulting in mystery and fun and a little confusion as they realize they’re both bottoms…

[Explicit / 5.6k / complete]

The Honneymoon Cycle by @tvtime

Liam woke from a deep, dreamless slumber to find that he hadn’t moved in his sleep. Theo’s thigh was still slotted between his own, their arms draped loosely around each other’s torsos, and the top of Liam’s head nestled against the pillow while his face pressed gently into the hollow of Theo’s throat.

Liam took a long, deep breath, rolling his husband’s scent around in his lungs before exhaling as softly as he could against Theo’s clavicle.

It wasn’t soft enough. Theo groaned and tightened his arms around Liam’s back.

Liam grinned and edged higher on the bed so that his head rested on the pillow beside Theo’s, and he could stare into his sleepy hazel eyes.

[Explicit / 1.5k / complete]

You gave me prom? by @darkangelgirl13

Theo knew how much Liam wanted to have one normal experience as a senior. He had been turned down on the idea of Prom, but with Mason, Corey and Theo's help Liam gets just that.

[Mature / 6.2k / complete]

Liam's Prisoner by @darkangelgirl13

Liam is responsible for Theo as he told Scott. So in taking charge of Theo he keeps him as his prisoner. He chains him to his bed at night to make sure he can't leave. He has another form of punishment for Theo too, but it's not really punishment if they both enjoy it.

[Explicit / 2.1k / complete]

Truth or Dare by @hollyster

The puppy pack play Truth&Dare and dare Liam to put Theo out of his virginal misery in kissing which leads (ofc) to more (stupid teenage hormones)

[Mature / 2k / complete]

and they were roommates by @marauders-mess

Every time Liam brings someone to bed with him, is the same fucking story.

Every.

Fucking.

Time.

He swears to fucking god.

[Explicit / 5k / complete]

Sunflower by @mikaminato

“I feel…” Hayden started, once both were inside the Alpha’s vehicle. “Like there’s a barrier between the two of them and the rest of the world, and no one is able to break in.”

Scott smiled.

“That’s why they are strong.” The Alpha said, knowingly. “Some people call it love…”

[Explicit / 5.8k / complete]

Not For Me by @slasherfiend

Set during the conversation Theo and Liam have while in the station before Liam punches Theo in the face.

[Explicit / 944 / complete]

As always - if something is missing, please feel free to add on. 😊

#thiam #officialthiamlibrary #thiam fanfic #fic recs #bottom!theo #mod: janna #otlansweredask

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trr mc and rod mc!!

tysm for the ask 💖

ROD MC

full name and why I chose it: Margot Celeste Wheeler - i love margot and i thought it fitted the vibe (take a shot everytime i say the word vibe) and celeste because it’s a family name.

pronouns: she/her

alignment: chaotic good

zodiac sign: her birthday is at the begining of the school year right? or am i making this up… i’m okay with either leo/virgo sun, cancer moon, scorpio rising.

favourite movie/tv show: the notebook, grey’s anatomy, the office

weapon of choice: charm

love interest(s), if they have one: logan & colt

sexuality: either bi or straight…

favourite holiday: thanksgiving

ideal day: having the crew back together, doing something fun with everyone without any worries. but also staying in bed making out with logan

how is their dream house: i think she would have liked your typical suburban home but after being introduced to the mpc and that lifestyle, she just wants those people back in her life and is ready to not settle anywhere if they gave her the word

favourite mythological figure: sphinx

comfort food, if they have one: mac & cheese, waffles

description of their favourite outfit: a short black dress with an oversized leather jacket on top

faceclaim: zoe barnard

TRR MC

full name and why I chose it: Cara Blake - just thought it sounded cool.

pronouns: she/her

alignment: chaotic neutral

zodiac sign: leo sun, gemini moon, aries rising

favourite movie/tv show: sex & the city, she’d love love is blind, killing eve

weapon of choice: being queen of cordonia? also olivia

love interest(s), if they have one: liam

sexuality: bi

favourite holiday: christmas

ideal day: relaxing with liam and corrine at their duchy, just watching and being with her baby and husband

how is their dream house: a palace sounds pretty nice

favourite mythological figure: she doesn’t care much for those things

comfort food, if they have one: burgers & fries with a milkshake and tacos

description of their favourite outfit: a big golden ball gown with bare shoulders

faceclaim: golshifteh farahani

#koorivia #aq #margot wheeler #cara blake

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Fandom

Top Overall Ships:

Marianne and Connell, Sam and Evelyn, Manny and Jay, Emma and Sean, Mark&Lexie, Jen&Dawson, Scott&Malia, Micheal and Alex,

Other Ships i Adore:

Nancy&Steve,

Top Favorite Friendship:

Mariana&Jesus, PLL Girls,

Top Favorite Characters:

Scott Mccall, Manny Santos, Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard, Malia Tate, Steven Hyde, Beth Greene

Top Favorite Fandoms:

Ghost Whisperer, Gilmore Girls, Normal People, Boy Meets World, That 70′s Show, Degrassi, Euphoria

TV SHOWS

(Anything with a * i especially love)

911 Lonestar

OTP; Carlos & Tk

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Tk & Owen

Favorite Character; Carlos

13 Reasons Why

OTP; Jessica & Justin

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Zach & Alex, Justin & Clay

Favorite Character; Justin, Jessica

90210

OTP; Naomi & Max

Other ships; Liam & Annie, Adrianne & Navid

Family/Friendship; Naomi & Silver & Annie & Adrianne

Favorite Character; Naomi

American Horror Story

OTP; Tate & Violet

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character;

Anne With An E

OTP; Anne & Gilbert

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Dianne and Anne, Anne and Matthew and Marilla

Favorite Character; Anne

Atypical

OTP; Casey and Izzie

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Casey and Sam

Favorite Character; Casey

Big Little Lies

OTP;

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Madeleine and Celeste and Jane

Favorite Character;

Blank

OTP; Ella and Simen

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Ella and Susanne

Favorite Character; Susanne

Boy Meets World

OTP; Cory and Topanga, Angela and Shawn

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Cory and Shawn

Favorite Character;

Clique

OTP;

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character;

Degrassi

OTP; Jay and Manny***, Emma and Sean***, Clare and Eli

Other ships; Maya and Cam, Declan and Holly J, JT and Liberty

Family/Friendship; Manny and Emma,

Favorite Character; Manny, Cam, Spinner

Euphoria

OTP;

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Cassie and Maddy, Rue and Gia, Rue and Ruzco

Favorite Character; Cassie, Maddy, Rue

Eye Candy

OTP; Lindy and Tommy

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Lindy and George

Favorite Character;

Game Of Thrones

OTP; Brienne and Jamie

Other ships; Jon and Ygritte

Family/Friendship; Jon and Sansa

Favorite Character; Sansa Stark

Ghost Whisperer

OTP; Melinda and Jim

Other ships; Melinda and Delia

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character; Melinda, Ned

Gilmore Girls

OTP; Rory and Logan, Rory and Jess, Lorelai and Luke

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Rory and Paris

Favorite Character; Lorelai

Good Trouble

OTP; Davia and Dennis

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character; Mariana

Gossip Girl

OTP; Blair and Chuck, Blair and Dan

Other ships; Nate and Serena

Family/Friendship; Serena and Blair

Favorite Character; Blair

Grey’s Anatomy

OTP; Meredith and Derek, Izzie and Denny

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Meredith and Chritstina

Favorite Character;

Hart Of Dixie

OTP; Wade and Zoe, Lavon and Annabeth

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; George and Zoe, Lavon and Zoe

Favorite Character; Lavon

How To Get Away With Murder

OTP; Connor and Oliver

Other ships; Wes and Laurel

Family/Friendship; Connor and Micheala

Favorite Character; Connor, Wes, Micheala

Looking For Alaska

OTP;

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character; Alaska

Lost

OTP;

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character;

Lucifer

OTP; Chloe and Lucifer

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character; Mazikeen

Modern Love

OTP;

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character;

My Mad Fat Diary

OTP; Finn and Rae

Other ships; Izzy and Chop

Family/Friendship; Chloe and Rae

Favorite Character; Chloe

Nancy Drew

OTP;

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character;

One Day At The Time

OTP; Penelope and Schneider

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Penelope and Schneider

Favorite Character; Elena, Lydia, Penelope, Schneider, Alex

One Tree Hill

OTP; Haley and Nathan***, Brooke and Lucas, Peyton and Jake***

Other ships; Clay and Quinn, Brooke and Julian

Family/Friendship; Haley and Brooke

Favorite Character; Brooke, Nathan, Haley,

Outer Banks

OTP; JJ and Kiara

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; JJ and Kiara and John B and Pope

Favorite Character; JJ, Kiara

Pretty Little Liars

OTP;

Other ships; Ezra and Aria, Toby and Spencer, Hanna and Caleb

Family/Friendship; Spencer and Aria and Hanna and Emily

Favorite Character;

Quicksand

OTP;

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character;

Roswell

OTP; Maria and Micheal**

Other ships; Max and Liz

Family/Friendship; Maria and Liz

Favorite Character; Maria

Roswell, New Mexico

OTP; Liz and Max**, Micheal and Alex***

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Max and Micheal

Favorite Character; Alex

Sense8

OTP; Sun and Moon

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Daniela and Lito

Favorite Character; Lito, Daniela

Sex Education

OTP; Adam and Eric

Other ships; Meave and Otis

Family/Friendship; Otis and Jean

Favorite Character;

Shameless

OTP; Mickey and Ian, Lip and Mandy, Fiona and Jimmy

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Mandy and Ian, Mandy and Mick

Favorite Character; Mickey, Mandy

Skam, Norway

OTP; Isak and Even

Other ships; Noora and William, Eva and Chris, Eva and Jonas

Family/Friendship; Vilde and Noora and Eva and Sana

Favorite Character; Vilde

Spinning Out

OTP; Kat and Justin

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Serena and Kat, Kat and Dasha

Favorite Character; Kat, Dasha

Stranger Things

OTP; Steve and Nancy, Will and Mike, Hopper and Joyce***

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character; Steve

Sweet/Vicious

OTP;

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Jules and Ophelia

Favorite Character; Jules, Ophelia

Switched At Birth

OTP; Bay and Emmett

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Bay and Daphne

Favorite Character; Bay

Teen Wolf

OTP; Scott and Malia, Stiles and Lydia

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Scott and Stiles, Lydia and Malia, Lydia and Allison

Favorite Character; Malia

The Carrie Diaries

OTP; Carrie and Sebastian

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character;

The Fosters

OTP; Brandon and Callie

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Mariana and Callie

Favorite Character;

The Good Place

OTP; Eleanor and Jason, Tahani and Eleanor

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Tahani and Eleanor

Favorite Character; Tahani

The Good Trouble

OTP; Davia and Dennis

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character;

The Haunting Of Hill House

OTP; Nell and Arthur

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Nell and Luke

Favorite Character; Nell

The Newsroom

OTP; Sloan and Don***

Other ships; Will and Mac

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character;

The Royals

OTP; Eleanor and Jasper

Other ships; Liam and Ophelia

Family/Friendship; Eleanor and Liam

Favorite Character; Eleanor

The Society

OTP; Grizz and Sam

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character;

The Umberella Academy

OTP;

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character; Klaus

This Is Us

OTP; Jack and Rebecca***, Kevin and Sophie

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Kevin and Kate and Randall

Favorite Character;

Trinkets

OTP;

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character;

Unbelivable

OTP;

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character;

Veronica Mars

OTP; Logan and Veronica***

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Veronica and Keith, Veronica and Wallace, Veronica and Weevil

Favorite Character; Veronica

Scandal

OTP; Olivia and Fitz

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character;

Zoey’s Playlist

OTP; Zoey and Max

Other ships;

Family/Friendship; Zoey and Mo

Favorite Character;

Peaky Blinders

OTP; Tommy and Grace

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character;

Castle

OTP; Castle and Beckett

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character;

Amazing Stories

OTP; Sam and Evelyn***

Other ships;

Family/Friendship;

Favorite Character;

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