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FIC: till you know that the words are right (1d; narry)
Title: till you know that the words are right
Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee
Ship(s): Niall/Harry
Rating: r
Wordcount: 5,500+
Summary: Somehow, at this stage in his career, waking up with breasts and a vagina on the morning of the biggest show of his life doesn’t even seem that comparatively weird to Niall.
Notes: my beloved sonkadee anniallation and i had a conversation relatively recently about what bs it is that there’s fic where characters will ‘wake up a girl’ just bc of sudden and unanticipated ~genitalswap, so for sonja’s birthday i wrote a thing where niall wakes up with different genitals but not a different gender.
read till you know that the words are right at the ao3!
Title: anything plain can be lovely
Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee
Ship(s): Harry/Louis
Rating: nc17
Wordcount: 5,000+
Summary: Harry sees Louis - really sees Louis - again for the first time in his mid-thirties.
FIC: i wanna see the way you move for me, baby (het!Lirry [1D])
Title: i wanna see the way you move for me, baby
Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee
Ship(s): Liam/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: ~3000
Summary: Harry wakes up to the sound of buzzing and Liam's breathy little gasps. Sex happens. (cisgirl!Liam, Lirry het)
A/N: thanks to stephanie fannyann and jesse billyxkaplan for the encouragement and beta! xoxo ily
(standard disclaimer applies: this is such an incredible work of fiction oh my god)
Read i wanna see the way you move for me, baby on the AO3
Title: Building Castles in the Air
Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee
Ship(s): Liam/Niall
Rating: lmfao g
Wordcount: 10,000
Summary: Liam is overwhelmed by his bootcamp roommate, who is loud and friendly and so totally up-front about what he wants out of this competition.
"I plan on winning," Niall says, twenty seconds after introducing himself, slinging his duffel bag down on his bed. "Touring. Playing my guitar, you know. Selling albums. Maybe working with Justin Bieber, if I'm lucky.".
A/N: i got 38 seconds into watching to build an ot5 home and then this happened (literally) (that's how it happened). woo! thanks are due to: caitlin, bee, and stephanie for encouraging me and looking over this as i wrote it. (extra thanks to stephanie for showing me the niam light) love you girls!
(standard disclaimer applies: this is such an incredible work of fiction oh my god)
i know literally nothing about cars but a thing happened and then this happened sorry it literally makes less sense than your average porno probably haha sorry [2]
liam x louis, untitled drabble (mechanic au), nc17
“So when do you think it’s going to be done?”
Liam looks up and frowns at the guy in the tight jeans and denim jacket who is currently jangling his keys impatiently in one hand. He reeks of weed and money. “Dunno,” he says. “You’ve just brought it in, I haven’t even found the problem yet.”
“I told you,” the guy - Louis, if Liam heard him give his name right earlier - says, rolling his eyes dramatically. “It started making a weird noise and the clutch wouldn’t go at all.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” Liam says, as politely as he can, and lifts the hood up.
He manages to work in relative peace for all of ten minutes before the guy is back, folding his arms and tapping his toes. “Did I say that I have somewhere massively important to be?” he asks. “Because I do.”
“Call a cab,” Liam says, uncharitably rudely, and then he blushes. “Er - I mean - We’ve got the number in the front office; Niall can hook you up with it if you need it -”
Louis frowns and looks over across the shop at the office. “If you take much longer I will,” he says, all aloof and mighty. “I don’t like leaving my baby alone with strangers, though.”
“Cheers,” Liam says, sarcastically, and when Louis holds out his pack of cigarettes and asks if Liam minds, Liam shakes his head ‘no’ even though usually he’d be diametrically opposed to someone smoking in his shop. Anything to change the disposition on this guy is welcome, though.
He’s got his head tucked in close to the engine, trying to suss out where exactly the noise Louis mentioned must be coming from, when he smells the sticky-sweet smoke of weed. “Oi!” he says, raising his head up so fast that he almost brains himself on the propped-up hood of the car. “None of that in here, cut it out!”
“Sorry,” Louis says, not looking very contrite at all, and he takes one more deep hit off of the spliff before grinding it out against the hem of his denim jacket, which is - confusingly intriguing, so Liam just frowns and turns back to the car, muttering something about dealing with difficult customers as takes up a wrench and checks to make sure all of the screws holding the battery down are tightened.
“I think I’ve sorted it out,” he says, as he peers at the dark oil smudging some of the wires near the battery and what looks like the charred remains of a birds nest wedged in tight next to the engine. “I just need to clean her up, clear out some hoses, you know. Get her going to make sure she’s in good shape.”
“The pronouns leave something to be desired,” Louis says. “But if that’s how you deal with difficult customers, I’m not opposed."
Liam tries to ignore him, because he’s making literally no sense whatsoever, but then Louis crowds into his field of vision, only instead of wearing tight jeans and a denim jacket, all Liam can see is tan skin stretched smooth over generous hips and the beautiful curve of a perfect waist.
"Um,” Liam says, looking up at Louis, who has taken off all of his clothes but his briefs and left them folded on the roof of his car, apparently. “That isn’t quite what I meant.”
“Oh,” Louis says, and he looks disappointed. “I just thought - I mean, this is basically like the setup of any number of pornos, and –”
“This is the real world,” Liam says, awkwardly, and he tries to prop himself up with his hand and lean against the side of the car, but he misses his reach and stumbles, dropping the wrench onto the battery and almost falling down. In his defence, Louis is incredibly lovely. It almost makes up for his personality.
“Pity,” Louis says, and he really does look sorrowful. Liam’s heart goes out to him a little bit. Obnoxious, really, how a good set of puppy-dog eyes makes him want to help people feel better. Growing up next door to Harry Styles really ruined him for general company.
Cursing himself all the while, he says, “I mean - I could -”
“Yes,” Louis says, immediately. “Mark me up with your great big calloused smudgy hands.”
“You’ve been paying a lot of attention to my hands,” Liam says, inanely, and Louis laughs.
“As if I could notice anything else,” he says, and gestures at where his clothes are folded up. “I didn’t want you to get them to get dirty. Me, however…”
“How - precisely - do you plan on getting dirty?” Liam asks, eyeing Louis. Now that he’s got the mental image of Louis as someone to fuck in his mind, he can’t move past it. Inconvenient. Niall is in the office right now, he could walk in at any moment. So could any number of new customers. This is very ill-advised. He reaches out and rests a hand at Louis’s waist, feeling how soft the skin is, registering how big his hand looks as he brushes his fingers over the slight swell of his belly. His dick twitches and starts to chub up in his pants.
“Like this,” Louis says, wickedly, and drops gracefully to his knees. Peering up at Liam through his sinfully long lashes, he says, “You said something about clearing hoses out?”
“Um,” Liam says, articulately, and Louis chuckles softly through his nose as he reaches up with delicate fingers and unbuckles Liam’s belt, opening the front of his jeans deftly and tugging them down with Liam’s boxers just over Liam’s bum, so that his cock can spring free.
Louis licks his hand and then wraps it loosely around Liam’s cock, which is at half mast but quickly swelling up at the way that Louis flicks his wrist a little, pumping his hand just enough to get it to grow fully hard. “I’m an obnoxious customer, yeah?” he says, raising his eyebrows up at Liam. “Teach me a lesson, then.”
And then he moves in and swallows down around Liam’s dick, again and again until he’s taken Liam all the way in and his nose is brushing against the curls at the base of it, and Liam can’t help but curse and, ripping his fingerless gloves off, he thrusts a hand into Louis’s stupid hair with the stupid wannabe-Grease gelled swirl in it, tangling his fingers in it and holding Louis’s head down and feeling his throat work around the shaft of his aching cock.
Louis brings a hand up and around to cup Liam’s balls, gently massaging them with his thumb as he continues to deepthroat until Liam starts to feel guilty about holding him down so long and pulls his head back by the hair. “Lick the tip,” he tells Louis. “There’s a good man.”
“Okay,” Louis says, his voice so much rougher and hoarser now than before, and he grins wantonly up at Liam before dragging the flat of his tongue up the entire length of Liam’s cock. He moves his hand from Liam’s balls and wraps it around the base, fitting his mouth over the head and tonguing at Liam’s slit, slowly working his tongue between the head of Liam’s cock and his foreskin until Liam is biting his bottom lip as hard as he can to keep from shouting out and alerting Niall to this untoward display.
Louis looks up at Liam again as he swirls his tongue around the head of Liam’s cock and Liam could swear that he smirks at him, and then suddenly Liam feels the slightest graze of teeth against the place where his foreskin stops, and he can’t help but shout out now, balls tightening in a way he never would’ve expected from such a rough move. He fists his hands in Louis’s hair even more tightly and pulls his head forward again, feeding Louis his cock and making him take it deeper and deeper until Louis is forced to move his hand again, this time to press solid and steady against Liam’s taint, and that’s it; Liam comes with another shout in hot pulses into Louis’s mouth, hand slackening in Louis’s hair.
Louis pulls off quickly enough that the last dribble of Liam’s come falls across his lips in a very dirty and very lovely way.
“My turn,” Louis says, snottily, standing up as Liam tries to sort himself out without falling down against the side of the car. Liam is pretty sure he’d find the way that Louis crowds in like he doesn’t expect to be told 'no’ obnoxious, except he’s pretty sure he’s just ejaculated half of his brains out, so instead Louis’s tone is just… a thing. That he can deal with.
So he tugs his jeans back up over his bum, not bothering to do up the flies at all, and wraps an arm around Louis’s back like he’s drawing him in to point out something under the hood of his car, and slips a hand down the front of Louis’s pants, wrapping it firmly around his dick.
“No spit?” Louis asks, archly, as Liam starts to pull him off in lazy twists of his hand.
Liam frowns. “Thought I was meant to be teaching you a lesson,” he says, and tightens his grip to drive the point home.
“Youactually do have calluses on your palms,” Louis says, and Liam smirks to himself as he settles on a rhythm and watches the way that Louis’s lower lip flutters like he’s got something else to say but he can’t quite get the words out.
“I’ve also got dirt on my hands,” Liam says, voice low, head tilted so that he’s whispering his words in Louis’s ear. He’s using his cleaner hand to wank Louis off, but he’s gripping Louis’s hip tight with his other hand, and it will absolutely leave smudges. Kind of like the bit of oil that’s now in Louis’s hair, mucking up his carefully-sculpted cowlick. “You’re going to be filthy by the time I’m done with you, covered in come and black marks.”
“Fuck,” Louis breathes, and his forehead falls against Liam’s shoulder, where he mouths wetly at Liam’s t-shirt sleeve right where it disappears under Liam’s denim vest. Liam twists his hand over the tip of Louis’s cock, thumbing roughly against the slit, and Louis bites against his shoulder, a sharp prick of teeth even through the cotton of Liam’s t-shirt.
Liam’s known this guy for less than forty minutes, all told, but he’s pretty sure he’s figured Louis out already. The guy seems to prefer when people give as good as they get, and a bit of manhandling on top of that, so Liam tightens his grip at Louis’s waist, hard enough to leave marks if Louis is the type to bruise easily, and he speeds up the movement of his hand, pushing Louis’s foreskin up over the head of his cock with each movement up and then letting his thumb drag it back down as he moves his hand closer to the base. The second time he goes to twist his hand over the head, Louis shouts into Liam’s shoulder and spills over Liam’s hand.
Liam holds Louis’s cock tight with one hand until he’s completely spent and then he wipes Louis’s come off all over his pretty soft stomach and steps back to admire his handiwork.
“Well,” Louis says, when he eventually gets his voice back. “I must say, I wasn’t expecting that to actually happen.”
Liam immediately stiffens up, but he tries not to show it. “Shouldn’t have brought it up then,” he says, tersely, which means he’s probably given away his hurt anyway.
“I’m not complaining,” Louis says, and Liam is mollified, but only just a little.
“Are you going to stop complaining completely, then?” Liam asks, doing up his flies and bending down to get his gloves back from where he dropped them on the ground. “Let me finish fixing your car without you getting in my hair?" And under my skin, he adds, silently.
Louis grins at him, a crooked kind of smile that makes him seem almost human, instead of the obnoxious privileged stoner that came into Liam’s shop. "Don’t think I could get in your way if I tried now, mate,” he says, smile inviting Liam to grin stupidly back at him, despite himself. “Think I need to go sit down for a bit, if I’m honest.”
“There’s chairs -”
“In the office?” Louis interrupts, and he shakes his head slightly. Looking almost shy - which is probably just an act, Liam is pretty sure - he glances at Liam again. “Do you mind if I just pull up a stool and watch you work?”
Liam does mind, actually. Probably. Maybe. Maybe not. “No more smoking,” he says, finally. “And if you get annoying, I’ll probably have to shut you up again.”
Louis grins, wolfish. “Challenge accepted,” he says.
Liam has to resist the urge to cradle his head in his hands. What in the world has he got himself into?
FIC: i know the shape of your hands (i watch them when you talk) [girl!zouis (1D) with others]
Title: i know the shape of your hands (i watch them when you talk)
Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee
Ship(s): Louis/Zayn (primary, explicit), Louis/Joe Jonas, Louis/Leigh-Anne Pinnock (secondary, explicit) Zayn/Perrie (secondary, implicit) Liam/Dev Patel, Harry/Michael, Niall/older men (tertiary, implicit)
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: ~50,300+
Summary: Louis is on top of the world. She's in what's probably the biggest girlband in the universe. She's got a fun boyfriend, and even if they're not properly in love, he's still very good at pleasing her. She gets to travel the entire world with her four best mates.
If only she could stop developing this pesky crush on her Zayn.
A/N: hahahahahahahahaha. thank you [deep breath] sam kristin brady molly val cait bee for all your help with this!! written for this prompt on the zouis ficathon
(standard disclaimer applies: this is such an incredible work of fiction oh my god)
Read i know the shape of your hands (i watch them when you talk) at the AO3
FIC: fill you up with all my lovin' (LiLo [1D] [contains: mpreg])
Title: fill you up with all my lovin'
Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee
Ship(s): Liam/Louis
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: ~3500
Summary: Louis is feeling a little unattractively pregnant so Liam takes it upon himself to show Louis how gorgeous he really is.
A/N: ummmm i don't know how this happened. blame caitlin as usual. (notes: this is mpreg fic. there is sex. also dirty talk. also more sex. so uh yeah i don't want anyone to be… surprised by that…)
(standard disclaimer applies: this is such an incredible work of fiction oh my god)
FIC: spring green is much too yellow, sea green is far too pale (Lirry [1D])
Title: spring green is much too yellow, sea green is far too pale
Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee
Ship(s): Liam/Harry
Rating: PG
Wordcount: ~3000
Summary: Liam doesn’t really notice the depth of detail Harry's put into his Barbara costume until Harry drops the suitcase and reaches forward to pick it up. There's a glint of pink at his fingertips, a little brighter than usual, and Liam is so startled that the "Oh, Barbara" slips out before he can stop himself.
His words make it into the final cut. The fact that Harry painted his nails does not.
A/N: written for stephanie for her 22nd birthday. happy birthday! i hope you like it!
(standard disclaimer applies: this is such an incredible work of fiction oh my god)
Read spring green is much too yellow, sea green is far too pale at the AO3
this happened and my lady said she wanted soul crushing fic based on it so i took that and one of my favorite songs of all time and haylor happened, i guess (or, more accurately, didn't)
taylor is literally the most beautiful person harry's ever seen in his entire life, with her red red lips and long blonde hair curling wildly under the beanie and thick-rimmed glasses that make up her low-profile look. she's a fucking shooting star, more real than any stars in the night sky. he watches her from across the street as she darts into the corner drugstore and comes out with a coke, and he wants.
he wants.
harry is accustomed to having, so he crosses the street to her and drops the bag of oranges he bought from a little fruit kiosk just ten minutes ago. they roll all over the pavement and one bumps into taylor's red canvas shoes.
"oh," she says, pushing it away with the tip of her toe, and then, "oh" again when she looks up. "you're harry styles."
"you're taylor swift," harry says, stupidly, but she makes him stupid, with the way that the corner of her mouth quirks up when she speaks and the way that her eyes light up the entire fucking street.
and that's the beginning of what harry is determined will have no end. he pursues taylor and holds her hand taking walks in the park and they feed ducks and seals and babysit together and he goes to her concerts and she goes to his and she writes some songs about him and he texts her every night from too many miles away about how much he is in love with her, and her soul, and her talent, and her fucking bravery. "my soul is precious," she tells him in the dark of the night, scratching light circles into his side with her nails. "treat it carefully."
"but you're so big," harry tells her. "vibrant. beautiful."
"you'll learn to cover it all with glamor," taylor says, and it feels like a promise. taylor's skin is thick and harry's has never been anything but thin, easily scratched, easily scarred.
he treats her like the princess she is, singing to her and cooking for her and rubbing her sore muscles after a day of performing and loving her with every speck in his entire heart.
"we'll fight the pirates," he tells her, sleepily, curled into her body which is almost as long as his. "wear our sewn-on outcast badges righteously." and maybe he's speaking in metaphor but together they can keep the cruel edges of the world at bay. together, forever and always.
but when he makes love to her she's always so distant that it breaks his heart.
"if you love something, let it go," his mum always used to tell him, when he was a little kid and his kitten ran away. "if it loves you back it will come back to you."
so on a cold damp day in january harry lets taylor go with a kiss. he clutches her hand so tight it hurts until she pulls her hand away and he leaves her on a boat, the uss neverland, to go find whatever it is that she's been looking for. and he goes through every single one of the thousand pictures of her on his phone, trying to spot the moment where she stopped focusing on him and started focusing on whatever else it was. but the pictures just show fragments, a twist of her smile, a strand of her hair, the curve of her hip into her thigh, golden and soft in the light of his bedroom.
he wipes his eyes and waits in rooms that feel empty no matter how many other people are there for her to come back, and when girls scream at the sight of him he hardly even hears a noise because they're not taylor. fans bruising his wrist when they try to tug him into pictures hardly even register, because it's not taylor's touch.
he watches for her and waits for her and she doesn't come back and she keeps not coming back and slowly he starts to delete the pictures that he can't remember anymore. a dimple goes away when he can't feel it under his fingers just by looking at it anymore, and a close-up of her beautiful ruby lips when he stops remembering the taste of her lipstick.
in the pictures in the magazines she's got an arm wrapped around someone else's waist, and her smile is curving for someone else's face. her eyes are sparking when she looks at someone else and her songs aren't about him anymore and she's not coming back to him and he still loves her so much that he can't even breathe.
i'm glad i let you go he texts her. but i'm sad you didn't come back
i had to fly higher she responds, and when she buys a house across the road from his he watches her windows but she never appears. she's so far away even though she's so close by and the stars don't shine as bright anymore and the dark gets a little bit darker but she's still so light and happy when he sees her walking down the street, an hand curled around an orange that he didn't give her, and she sparkles whenever he sees her but she doesn't sparkle for him.
FIC: can't you see i'm the blue in your skies? (Lilo [1D])
Title: can't you see i'm the blue in your skies?
Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee
Ship(s): Liam/Louis
Rating: PG
Wordcount: ~4000
Summary: Burying his fingers in the scruff around Loki's neck, not quite meeting Louis's eyes, Liam takes a deep breath and, reminding himself that, as it's April Fools Day, he can pass it off as a joke if Louis reacts badly, says, "I've got to be honest with you, Tommo, I think about kissing you an awful lot."
A/N: as usual, thanks goes out to my main dame caitlin sansacakes, who encouraged me as i handwrote 90% of this while afk today and double checked everything when i typed it up and also helped me title it etc.
(standard disclaimer applies: this is such an incredible work of fiction oh my god)
Read can't you see i'm the blue in your skies? at the AO3
Just so you know... it's sort of painful to actually fuck someone and pump your hand when you're fisting someone. So that Samchel fic... it's really painful to read.
berrypayne said 'give me fisting' and himaryan said 'give me samchel' so. here is samchel fisting. pwp, nsfw, etc.
"Put your fist in me," Rachel gasps, her mouth working wide and wet against Sam's neck.
"Wait," Sam says. He hikes Rachel's leg higher up his side and crowds in closer so that she doesn’t slip down the wall. "Really?"
"Yes, god, please, Sam," says Rachel. She pushes her back harder against the wall so that her hips press forward, rolling against Sam's crotch. He groans.
"Okay," he says. "Okay." And he eases her down slightly - just enough that he can fit his hand forward and slip two fingers into her. He kisses her steadily, first her mouth and then down the column of her throat, sucking hot little red marks all the way. Curling his fingers inside of her, he presses in even closer, forcing her legs open wider so that he can scissor them back and forth, getting her ready for him to push a third in. "This might be easier on a bed, Rach."
She laughs, breathlessly, like he's being a bit silly, which – there's no way he'd ever forget that Rachel is the kinkiest girl he's ever known, to the extent of always avoiding beds, if at all possible. "If you can't get it in like this," she says, raising her eyebrows at him in a deliciously filthy way, "You're not trying hard enough."
Sam frowns – to focus, nothing else – and bends down and moves in so that he can kiss her again, sweet and deep and slow, to counterbalance the way that he's probably pressing bruises into her hips, with how hard he's holding her against the wall. The way that the rough denim of his jeans probably feels against her bare thighs.
His dick is hard, swollen in his pants, and he can feel the press of the metal teeth of his zipper through his boxers. He's aching for release, but Rachel is canting her hips forward as best as she's able, with her limited mobility, so he pushes another finger inside and twists his hand, widening her for the main event.
She gasps against his lips, and he breaks the kiss. "D'you want me to use extra lube for this?" he asks, because she's so wet that he's concerned that his hand will get pruny, but he also doesn't want to hurt her in case he's misjudging the situation.
"Think I'll be okay," she tells him, and bites his earlobe hard, so he furrows his brow again and withdraws the four fingers he has stretching her out and funnels his hand into as small a circle as possible, slowly pushing it slickly into her.
They've done this once or twice before, so by now he's starting to get familiar with the gasp that she lets out when his thumb breaches her, spreading her wide and wet and warm around his hand. His dick twitches in his pants at the way she sounds, and at the warmth of her legs and the warmth of her cunt just sort of hovering around the denim. He pushes slower and carefuller as his hand widens around the base of his fingers, slowly curling the tips down into a fist so that his hand can fit all the way to his wrist.
"Fuck," Rachel is saying. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Tears are leaking out of the corners of her eyes and sweat is gathering at her collarbone, but when he tries to stop moving his hand into place, she says, "More, Sam, please," so he pushes it the rest of the way in and holds it steady, letting her grind her clit against his wrist, until she rolls her hips against his hand again and shudders.
There's another gush of wet around his fingers, seeping through between them, and when he looks directly at her, her hair is caught in the sweat on her face. She's grinning. "My turn," she says, so he slowly starts to take his fist out – carefully; she tends to get easily overstimulated after she's come.
"You okay?" Sam asks, kissing the moisture from the corner of her eyes.
She pulls his hand up to her face once it's entirely out and licks his fingers, never taking her gaze off of his face. "Yeah," she breathes.
"What are you going to do?" Sam asks watching her tongue dart over his hand, mesmerized. He backs up a few steps so that she can stand on her own, but doesn't go too far, just in case she's still unsteady.
"Dunno," she says, grinning wickedly, and still keeping one arm firmly around his shoulders, moves a hand from behind his back to show him her pretty little manicure and short, short nails. She balls her hand into a fist. "I was kind of thinking about putting this in you, now."
backstory: i asked for some drabble prompts on my main blog. i'm posting them here
himaryan asked you:
write me klaine xoxo
"Next time we should have a vote before you make stupid decisions," Kurt says, when he sees where Blaine has driven them.
Blaine just smiles, because however much Kurt protests, he knows Kurt's guilty pleasure music. He has it on good authority that every time Kurt is in the shower, he sings Gotta Be You at the top of his voice.
Instead of saying that, though, he just raises his eyebrows at Kurt and says, "But the way I gel my hair gets you overwhelmed."
Kurt rolls his eyes, but he sighs and gets out of the car. "You owe me so many lattes for this," he says. Blaine just grabs his hand and grins.
---
Halfway through the third song and Blaine notices Kurt mouthing along to the words. Halfway through the fifth, and he's outright singing softly, swaying where he's standing. Blaine smiles to himself. He knew this would be a great idea.
"Hey," he says - loudly, because he does want to be heard over the beautiful dulcet tones of Zayn Malik and the screaming girls all around them.
Kurt glances over. His face softens when he sees the look (ecstatic, Blaine is pretty sure) on Blaine's face. "Come here," he calls back, so Blaine steps closer.
Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine, tight against Blaine's midsection, tucking his hands close to Blaine's side - Blaine can feel how cold they are through his shirt, which is nothing new. It's so nice and convenient that he tends to run hot, to offset how Kurt tends to run cold. Even though sometimes Kurt calls him a furnace when they cuddle for long periods of time.
They sway together, and as Blaine watches the boys dashing about on stage, singing their hearts out, only half of his attention is on how beautiful a life they must lead, because the other half is focused entirely on the sensation of Kurt enveloping him with his arms and his unique Kurt-smell and the slight rocking from side to side and the way that Kurt is singing softly into Blaine's ears:
c'mon, c'mon, move a little closer now. c'mon, c'mon, and dance with me, baby.
FIC: Experience Points (girl!Ziall [1D] with side Lirry and Selouis)
Title: Experience Points
Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee
Ship(s): Zayn/Niall, Liam/Harry, Louis/Selena Gomez
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 40,000+
Summary: The good news is that Simon has decided to let Zayn start officially developing the game she and Liam have spent years talking about creating. The bad news is that, because Liam is bedridden after a debilitating accident, Simon puts the new girl, Niall, on the project with Zayn instead. The worse news is that Niall is just Zayn's type.
A/N: I couldn't have made this fic happen without help from the usual suspects and some new faces, too, so: first off, thank you to Bee, without whom this fic literally wouldn't exist. I asked her to give me a quick Ziall prompt to warm up. She asked for a high school AU. 40,000+ words later, I have fulfilled none of her requests, but I hope this is an adequate substitute.
Thanks also to Julia for sending me links to approximately ten million different Ziall masterposts when I needed inspiration, Jesse for encouraging me to rant about the process whenever I needed to despite not even being in the fandom, Sam for the eternally appreciated eleventh-hour Britpick, and Kristin, for making the accompanying fanmix and cover art, which is so very, very perfect, and you, for reading this incredibly self-indulgent fic.
Most importantly, thank you to my best babe Caitlin, for holding my hand through this entire process, reading each and every section as soon as I finished writing it, and assuring me that it was good enough to post. Baby, you're my forever girl. ❤
(standard disclaimer applies: this is such an incredible work of fiction oh my god. all of my knowledge of video games comes from watching other people play)
Fic: Would You Still Call Me Superman (Lirry with side Ziall [1D])
Title: Would You Still Call Me Superman
Author: dulosis/el_em_en_oh_pee
Gift for: lanterns_social
Ship(s): Liam/Harry, Zayn/Niall
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 6300+
Summary: When Harry opens his locker, there's a box wrapped in blue tissue paper, wound messily in a skinny white ribbon, just sitting on top of his textbooks. A piece of paper taped to the top of the box reads To Harry,
Happy Christmas! I noticed how you're always chewing on your pencils in class so I thought this might help!
-Your Secret Admir Santa xx
In which Harry has an overwhelming crush on Liam, the nicest, coolest guy in school, and his friends aren't very supportive of the pain his crush causes him. The jerks.
A/N: Happy holidays, lanterns_social! I hope you like this and that it's what you wanted in your gift :)
thanks as always to boybandhugs for the beta, berrypayne for the cheerleading, and thanks also to fannyann for the plot help!
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