(I want us to gerund, essentially.) by softly | T | 1924 I cannot help but notice we are sitting-in-a-tree. So, you know, maybe we could think of something to do… verb-wise.
The Box is the Best Part of the Present by LadyLondonderry | G | 2413 The hybrid bed sits unused on the floor at the end of Harry’s bed.
Cuddle Up A Little Closer by jaerie | nr | 3463 Harry's therapist suggests that he should get a pet. Liam might have found the perfect one for him.
Hey Look, Ma by lululawrence | nr | 8853 “I’m so sorry,” a deep voice said. Louis made sure he’d only dropped his hat, reached down to pick it up, and was dusting it off when he finally looked up. “It’s alright...mate…” Louis had seen this man before. He was gorgeous. He lived somewhere in the area, because Louis would often pass him on the street heading home from the tube or the nearest bus stop. And now, here he was. Standing in all his fluffy, curly haired glory in front of Louis, apologising for nearly bowling him over. “I really am sorry, though. Let me get you a coffee to make up for it?” Or the one where Louis is a hybrid who agrees to go on a blind date with his neighbour's colleague's son the same night he literally runs into his dream man. Surely this isn't going to end well... or is it?
Cool Cats by FallingLikeThis | T | 16171 There’s a gorgeous boy sitting there, staring at him. His hair is longish, tucked back by a cloth headband, his eyes are a brilliant blue that make Marcel question if he’s ever actually seen real blue before or just cheap imitations of it. And his lips, thin and pink, are just slightly open, almost as though they’re inviting Marcel’s kiss. “Oh,” the boy breathes in surprise and the tone is enough to wake Marcel from his momentary stupor. He realizes that the boy is staring at his ears and suddenly kisses are the furthest thing from Marcel’s mind. Marcel exhales harshly and pulls out his chair, sinking into it and crossing his arms over his chest. He lifts his chin defiantly. “Alright, let’s have it.” “Have… what?” The boy asks wide-eyed and, fuck, even his voice is beautiful. It’s got this delightful rasp to it that makes Marcel wanna purr. “Whatever jokes or insults you’re gonna say. Let’s just get them over with now and out of the way,” Marcel says. The blue-eyed cutie just sits there, staring. Or Sometimes, Marcel can have nice things.
of honey by stylinsoncity | E | 24925 Harry wants what most hybrids don’t have. Love, for instance. Companionship. Understanding. And sex so good it hurts.
connoisseurs of comfort by sky_reid | E | 45095 louis has only really had his flat to himself for a few weeks when liam knocks on the door and brings him a new flatmate. this one turns out to be a bit different though.
