#and then liam going 'if you want to get to my sister you'll have to go through me first'
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matt describing vax as — raven-like dagger-wielding champion of the raven queen — when vax decides to use his wings in the battle with sondur just paints such a powerful image. it's this kind of a heroic transition where we know he was skillful and powerful before but this is a different level, beyond and above of what he used to be. but also. there was a path to learn, to accept and to embrace and now he is here in all his glory. a champion.
#may c1 watch through#ep 63#and then liam going 'if you want to get to my sister you'll have to go through me first'#THE LINES THIS MAN HAS#WILD#it's not only about the lines themselves but about the delivery the timing#he KNOWS how when and why#my man plays his character like he breathes#but coming back to matt#he has this amazing trait of knowing how to empower his players with beautiful descriptions of their skills strengths and abilities#and showcasing vax's armor in action is so UH#the armor's abilities the wings all of that is now a part of vax's abilities and matt utilizes it in the imagery he paints for liam#but in a way that honors what was there before#i just love it#truly a gasping moment for me#vax'ildan#vax#liam o'brien#matt mercer#vox machina#critical role
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the man with the hex // liam lawson
summary: he stayed to hand out candy but actually just wanted to make out. unfortunately, hungry kids won’t wait to ring the doorbell.
pairing: liam lawson x female! reader
warnings: allusions to sex, liam is a horny teenager, very suggestive but no smut, reader gets baby fever real fast and liam has a dirty mouth. I am incapable of writing anything wholesome about this man, apparently.
"jesus fuck!"
"y/n y/m/n y/l/n, watch your language!" her mother shouted from the kitchen
next to her on the couch, liam snickered, pulling her closer. guillermo del toro's 'cabinet of curiosities' was playing on the screen, and y/n had been jumpy throughout the whole episode.
y/n was a gentle soul. she preferred cozy mysteries, and humorous action thrillers as opposed to straight up horror. sure, the pillars of the slasher genre were wonderful films (she's first in line to see any new 'scream' movie), but she did not do well when she was genuinely scared.
"sorry, mom!" she shouted, resting her head against liam's shoulder. "liam has bad taste in movies."
"it's one episode!" the kiwi laughed. "i'm sorry, you can pick the next movie."
y/n rolled her eyes, getting up from the couch to hug her parents goodbye. she and liam had agreed to stay in that night, allowing her parents to go to an annual charity event thrown by one of her fathers friends. her sister was at a party, and as someone who had a quiet, peaceful life and wasn’t always invited to things, y/n was extended a chance to stay at home.
of course, learning that they would have the house to themselves, liam was all too quick to tag along, for less than wholesome reasons. while y/n had planned a couple's movie night, complete with matching hotel transylvania costumes and a stack of scooby doo movies, wheras liam had planned to get her to scream in more ways than one.
y/n got up from the couch, her nylon-clad feet skidding across the hardwood as she went to hug her parents. "bye guys, i'll see you in the morning."
"have a great time, mr. and mrs. (your last intital)!" liam shouted
"no funny business with my daughter, lawson. and no drinking." her father scolded, pointing his finger towards his daughter's boyfriend.
"dad! we're adults, i think we can handle ourselves." she laughed, giving her father a hug before her parents went out the front door.
she closed the door behind them, leaving it unlocked and the jack-o-lantern on the front porch turned on before backtracking to the kitchen and refilling the candy dish she and liam had been snacking from.
"you'll have to keep an ear out for the front door, but other than that, do you want to put beetlejuice on when this is over?" she suggested, bringing the candy bowl back over to the couch and curling into her boyfriend.
"i dunno, your parents are gone, i kind of hand something else on my mind." liam grinned, one hand trailing up her thigh.
"oh yeah?" she purred, maneuvering herself into liam's lap, poking his nose before kissing him softly, her blue lipstick smearing against his skin.
liam cupped her face with his free hand, his other arm going around her waist to pull her closer. she hummed contentedly as she nestled her body into his, taking his top lip in between her own.
“your lipstick tastes good.” liam remarked, lips ringed in the dark blue cosmetic. “like blue raspberry.”
“you’re such a dork.” she giggled, brushing an errant blonde hair out of his face before kissing her lover again.
liam moaned into it, feeling himself grow harder every time that her thigh brushed over his crotch. she was driving him wild, the end of cabinets of curiosities forgotten as they made out like teenagers.
the doorbell rang, startling them both as they jolted on the couch. y/n pulled away from liam, wiping the smudged gloss from her swollen lips before getting off the couch and reaching for the bowl of cadbury chocolates across from her.
“trick or treat!”
there were three kids standing in the doorstep, each dressed as a different superhero as they held pillowcases out in front of them as she dropped handfuls of pocket sized chocolates into the bags.
“you kids have a great night.” she chirped, waving not just to the kids, but to the parents waiting on the sidewalk before slipping back into the house.
she left the plastic candy dish on the front bench, a grin on her face as she went back to the living room. liam hadn’t mailed from the couch, one hand over his eyes and the other clutching a throw pillow over his crotch.
“seriously, liam?” she laughed, reaching for the tv remote. “come on, we have to be aware of our surroundings. little kids are going to be knocking on the door all night.”
liam groaned. “sounds like hell to me, babe.”
she shook her head, grinning as she used the remote to navigate over to the amazon icon to rent ‘beetlejuice.” she was just about to hit rent when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist.
“liam!” she shouted, giggling as he nuzzled his cold nose into the tender flesh of her neck. “you know you’re just gonna get interrupted again, right?”
“don’t care.” he hummed, pressing kisses up and down her throat. “babe, we finally have the house to ourselves and I am so fucking horny for you right now.”
she giggled, extracting herself from liam’s hold to teasingly bend down near the coffee table, placing the realtor back on the glass top. at the sight of her skirt riding up over her orange and black nylon tights, the lacy hem of her panties visible through the nylon as she bent over, the kiwi could hardly contain himself.
especially when there was another ring of the doorbell.
this time, liam offered to get the door, almost dropping the candy bowl as he tried to get the door open, shaking hands unable to grasp the doorknob as be tried to get his breathing under control.
“woah, are you liam lawson?” one of the kids shouted, his voice echoing through the street. “I watched you on tv last week!”
despite himself, liam laughed. “right on, kiddo!” he held his fist out for a fist bump, kneeling to the kids level. “hang on just a second and I’ll get my girlfriend out here to take a picture of the two of us, yeah?”
“you seem cheerful for a man that didn’t want to hand out candy.” y/n chuckled from the doorway. “come on then, pass me his iPod touch or whatever and I’ll get the best fan pics he’s ever seen.”
the kids eyes lit up as liam moved to crouch next to him, matching his height almost exactly as y/n snapped a few pictures.
“your girlfriend is really pretty.” the kid said, giddy as he took his iPod back. “are you guys going to get married?”
liam laughed heartily, tactfully avoiding the question as he asked the kid what his favourite part of the race in qatar had been, dropping a handful of cadbury chocolates into the mummy shaped bucket.
once the kid was gone and the door was closed, he wasted no time in pulling y/n close and sliding his hands up her dress.
“someone’s eager. if anyone should be exited after watching you interact with kids, it should be me.” she giggled, kissing his cheek.
her lipstick was dry now, and liam found himself slightly disappointed that it didn’t leave a mark.
liam raised an eyebrow. “oh, yeah? so in addition to making you scream my name tonight, should I fill you up with my cum? start practicing for when it’s time to get you pregnant?”
she nodded eagerly, wishing for nothing more than liam pressing her up against the foyer wall and taking what he wanted. what they both wanted.
“fuck.” liam breathed, his breath warm on her skin. “you’re really hot when you have baby fever, you know that? and that kid wasn’t even a baby, he was like five.”
“shut up and kiss me, lawson.”
but just as liam leaned in, the fucking doorbell rang.
he cursed, throwing his head back in a groan as y/n gave him a sympathetic smile. she picked up the candy bucket, dutifully opening the front door and greeting the horde of kids who had chased each other up the driveway and around liams bmw.
while her back was turned, distracted by handing out candy, liam reached his breaking point, scrambling to find a piece of paper and a pen.
please take one handful each, and ring the doorbell if bowl is empty. we are home but enjoying a scary movie night and my girlfriend is jumpy :)
when y/n turned away, closing the door behind her, liam was quick to grab the bowl, whisking it away to the kitchen and ignoring his girlfriends confused look as he practically overfilled the bowl, taking on the sign and leaving it on the cast iron bench outside the house.
“now, where were we?” he grinned, pulling her in for a kiss. she broke out into a smile, knowing exactly why liam had done what he did. “that bowl is almost full, it will keep the kids occupied for a very long time.”
“what if someone takes the whole bowl? what then?” she giggled, playfully teasing her lover, hands gently rubbing at his shoulder blades.
“then I’ll buy your mom a new one.” he decided, paying the matter very little attention as he swept his girlfriend off her feet, carrying her bridal style towards the stairs. “now, my fair maiden, you bedroom awaits.”
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The unheard story
A never-ending friendship
Book
Chapter two
It wasn't until you got "home" to realise what really happened. And it wasn't that bad until you thought that 'till the next game, four more days had to pass.
You couldn't wait that long.
Bia, your most beloved friend, was trying her best to enter your mind to stop your thoughts, but it was all in vain.
"Y/n, can you please look at me for once? It's getting annoying to talk all by myself."
You look at her frustrated face and start to feel bad. You really neglected her.
"I'm sorry. You can talk now." you said, your full attention being on Bia.
"I know what happened tonight was.. like a dream, especially to you. But let's enjoy our time here in Barcelona because time flies fast. It is just when you'll get home at your parents you'll realise that you could have done more."
You nodded, completely agreeing with her.
"Yes, I got it. But what do you want to do? It's pretty late, and we have nothing to do except fall asleep."
She rolled her eyes before a short chuckle escaped her mouth.
"We are in Barcelona!! Of course, there's a lot to do out there. Choose an outfit, and let's get into the world. We have to make new friends."
"New friends? For me, you are more than enough!" you said while looking utterly shocked.
"Shut up and change."
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You two opted for some black dresses, but nothing much. It looked beautiful on your bodies, but it wasn't a club/party outfit. You don't even have that type of clothes.
Deciding to go outside in the middle of the night for a walk was strange for the both of you, but now you aren't that kid anymore. You have to be more social, just like your friend.
The city was fabulous while being surrounded by the lights.
A lot of people were walking and chatting at Caffès. The language that was spoken was melodious to your ears, and you really enjoyed their accent.
That was until you walked to some guys who were playing some traditional Spanish songs. Old people started to dance through the music, and the atmosphere was incredible.
"Girls, c'mon. Don't be shy." a handsome boy said to you two, walking to take your hands. "Let's enjoy the music."
"I am not a dancer." you replied, being really shy to talk to some stranger.
"Dancing is for everybody, miss."
The boy started to sing, and it felt like this night was getting more beautiful than ever.
After some time, your body started to move along the music and beautiful laughs were coming out of your and Bia's mouths.
"What's your name, girls?" the same boy asked you after the music stopped.
You two told your names, and he introduced himself as Luis.
"Nice to meet you, Luis. Are you a singer or something? Your voice is really good."
He laughs and shakes his head.
"No, I'm working at a restaurant near this place, but when I have free time, I like to create some nice vibes with my friends here."
He shouted for them before he started to introduce everyone to everyone.
"Here's my sister, Luna."
She was a pretty blonde girl around 16-17, who was shorter than you and Bia. But it wasn't a big difference.
"Next to her right there are Liam and Lucas."
The boys were pretty young, around the age of 12, but taller already than their sister. Their blue eyes and blonde hair made them beautiful, especially when they smiled.
"Nice to meet you." they said, giving you their hands.
"Then this is Laura, my best friend since childhood, with her parents right there. They are kinda busy right now, sorry."
You were surprised how they all looked the same and before you could think, you already spoke.
"How came everyone's name starts with an L? Your parents must have been inspired."
Luis laughs a bit, before looking down like everyone else around him.
"They died some months ago. We are alone now. I think our names characterises us in a good way."
"Oh, I'm sorry-"
"It's ok."
But it wasn't. You felt so bad that you had to do something.
"What about we go eat at your restaurant now? We are all hungry, and I wanna see the place. I bet it's nice looking."
Everyone agreed, expect your best friend.
"What about the no-eating for 4 days so we could afford the game ticket?" she whispered in your ear.
"I feel so bad, Bia. Please."
She sighed.
"I'll go home with no money left."
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The place wasn't far away, but you knew that it would take you 2 hours to go back to your hotel. And that kinda scared you.
"Why there's nobody here?" Bia asked
"Well, it's 2 in the morning." Luis, the singer guy, laughs.
You sat down and started to chat about every subject you could think of. They were all really nice and you were happy that you made some friends.
Especially that they let you sleep in their house for the night so that you wouldn't walk alone in the dark to your hotel.
You trusted them because you felt like they weren't bad people. And right before you went to bed, you decided to go to the Barca game together. And now you couldn't be more excited.
The next few days, nothing much happened. You were exploring Barcelona together, now having some people to guide you.
The city was truly stunning. Maybe when you'll be older, you'll move here.
You also learned some Spanish songs, and the 12 year old boys even taught you to play some instruments.
The exact same day when Barca was playing against Getafe, you invited the L family to your hotel room to get ready.
"No way, Gavi really gifted you his jersey? You are the luckiest girl, y/n!."
"I know, right? I still can't believe that we'll sit next to him tonight."
"Bia got Lewa's jersey, I think it's a win-win here." Liam, the little brother, laughed.
"I agree there, little boy" she said while clapping his hand.
"I don't know what to wear!"
"I think you should have the same chlotes as you had last time. This way he can recognise you easier. " Laura, Luis' best friend said.
"But then he'll think that I don't have chlotes.."
Laura comes to you. "Then he doesn't deserve you."
You smiled, giving her a thankful hug.
"What you'll guys wear?"
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You arrived at Camp Nou for the second time in your life, and it was the same feeling like the first time.
"I don't think I can get used to that."
"You won't, trust me." Laura said, while holding your hand in excitement.
"Look, look, there he is, there he is."
"Y/n, stop being so energetic now. He'll think you're weird." Bia reminded you.
"What do I do, he is right in front of my seat. If I don't say hello to him, he'll say that I'm rude and if I say, maybe he'll think I'm a crazy fan-"
"Which you are."
"Bia! You are not helping me!"
Everyone laughs and you start to feel embarrassed.
"Just be you." Liam said.
After some doubts you finally go to your seat, to see a Pablo Gavi texting someone on his phone. You don't wanna look, but the text I'll see you later then, love you caught your eye.
Oh, well of course he has a girl.
Your mood goes down in a second and your friends start to wonder what happened. You looked back at them before standing up to walk away.
When you moved, Gavi heard something and turned around in instinct to see you there.
Really quickly he recognises you.
"Y/n."
You turn around to see a happy Gavi face.
"Oh, hi. I didn't want to interrupt."
"You don't interrupt anything. Have a seat."
You go seat down, trying to not look nervous. Your friends behind you were starting to jump in excitement, ready to see what will happen.
"I see that you wear my jersey, it suits you well." he says and now you couldn't not smile.
He saw your red cheeks and he felt interested in starting a conversation.
"Did you come alone?"
Oh, shit. You couldn't say that you came with your friends because they were all looking in your direction, but you couldn't lie to him as well.
"No, I came with my friends but they went to the bathroom. I saw you and decided to thank you for gifting me your shirt."
He smiles. "No big problem. Let me sign it for you."
"I don't have a pen."
When he hears that, his face falls.
"Oh."
Did he really want to sign it for you or you just overreact his actions?
"I can get one-".
"No, no. I'll sign it after the game when I'll have a pen. Don't worry. Look for me then."
After that you walked away with a big nervous smile on your face.
His voice drived you mad.
"What did he say?"
"Y/n, tell us!!!
"Shh, I'll tell you if you'll stop."
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"I think he was asking for your presence."
"But then why did he text someone I love you?"
"Footballers are like that. They have a lot of girlfriends, nothing new." Luis said.
"He seems different.."
"Every girl says that. But who knows? He really seems like a sweetheart."
"But then why did he text-"
"Oh, you two stop! I wanna watch a game and you should do it too!"
"We are losing anyway, Bia."
"Oh, where did the optimistic girl dissappear?"
Since I found out gavi had a girlfriend, you wanted to say, but remained silent.
The game was a terrible one, Barca had the biggest bad luck and you saw how frustrated Gavi was for not helping his team.
After it was all over and the score remained the exact 3-0 that was from the first half, you felt like you couldn't go talk to Gavi even if he asked you this.
You didn't want to be a burden on his back, so you took your things and left.
After what seemed like 10 minutes, you heard your name being called by a very, very familiar voice.
Were you dreaming?
You turn around immediately to see him running to you.
He says hi to all your friends and takes your hand to go talk to you for a second.
"Why did you leave?"
"I didn't want to bother you, especially that you lost tonight."
He looks down and for a second you thought that you said the wrong thing, until he looks into your eyes.
"I looked for you everywhere."
"I'm sorry-"
"Don't be, I wanted to." he starts. "I feel like I own you my signature." he ends with a chuckle.
"Have you got a pen?" you asked him and he shakes his head.
"But I know where to find you, come with me."
He apologies to your friends for stealing you and guides you to his locker room.
As the crowd was getting bigger, he takes your hand to not lose you and you feel like you could die right there.
His hand was soft. So soft.
When you get close to the locker room, he tells you to wait a second and then he comes back right after.
He finally signs you the jersey and you thank him a lot.
"No problem, it was my pleasure."
He goes for a hug that you couldn't not take and then he asks you something that shocked you.
"I hope I'll see you again at El Clasico. You'll come to support us, right?"
Well, you weren't planning to go to Madrid. It was kinda too far away and you already stayed at a hotel here in Barcelona. You couldn't afford two hotels at the same time.
"I can't go. I'm sorry."
His face immediately changes.
"Why?'
He almost sounded like he was feeling bad.
You couldn't tell him that you can't afford. But again, you didn't want to lie to him.
"It's just that.. I have plans in Barcelona that day."
He looks sad.
"Then I'll see you after again where we met?"
Oh, he thinks you're a rich girl. You already promised Bia that you won't buy tickets at vip anymore.
"I don't know. I think I'll choose sector H. I feel like I can see better from there."
"But- I can't go there. It's up too high."
"I'm sorry. I wish you good luck."
You wanna walk away when he stops you.
"Can I have your insta?"
You freezed for a second. He what?
You just nodded, not being able to talk.
Your account was private so you accepted it and hugged again for a good bye.
He showed you how to get out of the stadium and when you saw your friends you started to scream.
God.. the adventure only begins now..
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All I Want for Christmas Part 2
Series: Cordonian Royal Airlines
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Pairings for series: Various
Pairing for this chapter: Riley x Drake, Liam x Max
Word Count: 2,848
Rating: General
Warnings for this chapter: none
Submissions: @choicesprompts rewrite challenge, holiday edition TRR x Untamed Heart (one of my all-time favorite movies). @choicesficwriterscreations holiday prompt: Stuck together in the snow; @choicesdecember2023 Christmas and @choicesholidays: This is the worst/best Christmas ever.
A/N: So the end of this is based very loosely on a scene from Untamed Heart. I looked for a clip of the scene in question but couldn't find one. You'll have to trust me that this is one of the most underrated movies of all time. If you've never seen it, you should look it up and watch it.
“Hey, you okay?”
“What?” Riley glanced up in surprise, wiping the wetness from her face with the palm of her hand, “I’m fine.”
“Hm.” Drake grunted as he pulled out a chair and sat down without waiting for an invitation. “You don’t look fine.”
She tried to laugh and cry at the same time and the sound came out as a little hiccup, “Sorry, it’s just Christmas Eve, you know?”
“Yeah….” He said carefully, reluctant to reveal that he didn’t know, not really. He had a mother and a sister, but he wasn’t close to either one. “So, you had plans, I take it?”
“Of course! Every year we all go to my parents’ house for Christmas. My brother Ryder and his wife and kids, my sister Amelia and her fiancé, and my brother Jory will be home from school, and this is Declan’s last year at home before he goes off to university…. I’ll be the only one not there this year….”
“So, you’re close to your siblings?” He set the bottle and glass on the table between them and gestured toward it. “Drink?”
She shook her head. “No thanks. And yes, I’m very close to my siblings and my parents.”
“Would you like something else? I’ll buy you a drink. You can tell me about your siblings.”
“I wouldn’t say no to an amaretto sour…”
An hour later, she looked up to find him smiling at her softly. She flushed as she realized she had been dominating the conversation. “I’m so sorry! I’m just rambling on and on about myself and my family! Tell me about yours!”
“Nah,” he waved her off, “There’s not much to tell. I’d rather hear about yours. Your brother Jory sounds hilarious. Declan should definitely dump that guy, and I agree with Max about your sister. It sounds like she takes your love and support for granted.”
“Max and Amelia have never gotten along,” Riley said with a sigh.
“You’ve known Max for a long time, huh?”
“Since we were teenagers. He’s the one that talked me into becoming a flight attendant and got me this job.”
“You didn’t want to be a flight attendant?”
She shrugged as she pulled her drink closer to her and toyed with the rim, “I was deep in my I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up phase.”
“And now?”
“I like it. I don’t know if it’s what I want to do forever, but it’s really fun for right now. I have no complaints.”
The tension that had set in his back and shoulders at the thought of her quitting eased out of him as he relaxed back into his chair. “As airline jobs go, this is about as good as it gets.”
“You’re not wrong.” Not only did the private airline pay better than commercial airlines, but there were many perks from more flexible schedules to stipends for living expenses while traveling and generous bonuses. But the biggest benefit was getting to work with her best friend. All in all, she really couldn’t complain. “Thanks, Drake.”
“For what?”
“Taking the time to sit here and cheer me up. You didn’t have to do that. I’m sure you have plenty of things you’d rather be doing than listening to me go on and on about my family.”
He scoffed as he looked away from her and lifted his glass to his mouth. “I really don’t.” He was estranged from his family, single, and his only real friend was Liam. All of which was usually fine with him. He preferred it that way honestly, seeing himself as a lone wolf. Community and togetherness were overrated. He needed very little to be happy.
Something about this girl made him want more, though, and the feeling unsettled him.
“Well, at any rate, thank you,” she yawned, “but I should probably get back up to my room.”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” he glanced at his watch as he stumbled to his feet, “Me too. I’ll walk you up.”
The look she gave him sent butterflies exploding through his chest and he quickly clarified, “For safety, you know.”
“Right,” she nodded in agreement, but the smile that played across her lips said she understood exactly what was going on between them.
Good thing one of them did.
Entering the elevator, he reached out and pressed the button for the twelfth floor. He turned his head to find her giving him a measuring look. “What?”
“I didn’t tell you what floor I was on. How did you know?”
His eyes widened as he stared at her like a deer caught in the headlights. He had never felt so much panic surge through his body at one time and he had flown into combat zones before leaving the military for the private sector. His scotch-laden brain struggled to come up with a response that didn’t include telling her he had asked Liam what floor she was staying on. “Max must have mentioned it.” He mumbled.
“When did you talk to Max?”
He was saved from answering when her phone vibrated, and she quickly answered a text from one of her brothers. He heaved out a sigh of relief and changed the subject. “So, what do you like best about Christmas other than your family? The presents?”
“No,” she laughed, “The tree and decorations. There’s just something so peaceful about the lights and ornaments. Waking up to my mom’s ham and cheese omelets for Christmas breakfast. Oh, and I love the music!”
“Yeah? What’s your favorite Christmas song?”
“Jingle Bell Rock,” she replied without hesitation. “I know it’s not the most popular, or sentimental, but I love the beat and I love horses, so there you go. What’s yours?”
“Mine? Oh, no, I don’t have-“
“Come on, Drake, you have to have a favorite Christmas song!”
“Okay, okay, if you put a gun to my head then I guess I’d say it’s Do They Know It’s Christmas.”
Her mouth fell open. “Really?”
“Yeah, really, why is that surprising?”
“I don’t know. I figured you for a Rocking Around the Christmas Tree kind of guy. Why is Do They Know It’s Christmas your favorite?”
“I don’t know,” he jostled his body weight from foot to foot as he silently willed the elevator to hurry the fuck up, “I think it’s the juxtaposition of mindless consumerism with the destitution of impoverished peoples. It makes you think. Or it should.”
“Wow, Drake. You have hidden depths. I knew it!”
He arched an eyebrow at her. “You think about my depths?”
It was Riley’s turn to flush as she spun her body back to face the doors just as they dinged open. “Well, here we are!”
He saw her safely to her door in a silence that suddenly felt comfortable and right, as if him walking her to her door was a normal, everyday occurrence.
She opened the door and looked back over her shoulder, “Thank you again….for everything.”
“I should be thanking you for saving me from drinking alone. See you tomorrow, Riley.”
“See you tomorrow, Drake. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas,” he said as her door closed.
He stood outside her door for a long moment as he talked himself out of knocking on it and asking her to let him in.
Relationships with co-workers never ended well. He would know.
He turned and started trudging back down the hallway toward the elevator when he was seized by a sudden inspiration. Whipping his phone from his pocket, his fingers flew over the keyboard as his pace quickened and he hurried briskly back to his room, a smile of anticipation curving up his lips.
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The next morning, Riely rolled out of bed and pulled the curtains open to see the area blanketed in freshly fallen snow, but it was all on the ground. Nothing fell from the clear blue sky.
With a squeal of joy, she bounced back to the bed to grab her phone from the nightstand, preparing to call Liam and ask if they had a takeoff time and then Max to find out how things had gone with Liam the night before, but before she could dial either number, it vibrated in her hand. She glanced down to see a text message in the group chat Liam had created yesterday when he invited everyone to dinner. It was from Drake.
Meet me in the Mountain Vista conference room.
That was odd, but okay. She quickly dressed and hurried out into the hallway, bumping into Max as she did so. “Were you waiting outside my door?”
“I was about to knock! I guess you got the text from Drake?”
“Yeah, but it’s weird, right? I mean, his entire contribution to the group chat yesterday was the word okay. And not even the whole word, just the two letters O.K.”
“I don’t know, but I hope it involves food! Come on, let’s go!”
When they arrived at the lower-level conference room, Max pulled the door open, and Riley walked into a stunning surprise.
Christmas finery draped the entire room. A six-foot tree adorned the center of the raised stage at the front of the room, fully decorated, complete with an angel on top. There were gift-wrapped packages under the tree. Christmas music spilled out of the speakers and a buffet table lined the far wall. She turned in circles, taking in the decorations everywhere, her mouth agape, “What is all this?”
“Uh…” Drake rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Nothing. I mean it is Christmas! Just thought you- um, just thought everyone could use a little Christmas cheer this morning.”
“You did all this?”
“Yeah…”
“Drake, it’s amazing! But why? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining at all, but there’s a Christmas tree in the lobby.”
“I know, but that’s just a generic hotel tree for everybody. I thought you deserved something a little more personal.”
She stared up at him with wide eyes. “You did all this for me?”
“I mean….for all of us,” he declared hurriedly, turning away so she wouldn’t see the red coloring his cheeks. “I even managed gifts.” He plucked a package out from under the tree and held it out to her. “Don’t get too excited, they’re just t-shirts from the hotel gift shop. I got one for each of us.”
Riley watched as Drake tossed one to Liam, who had entered the room just behind them, and then Max. He kept the last one for himself. “Hope they fit.”
“How the hell did you accomplish all this?” A tinge of awe colored Liam’s voice.
Drake lifted his shoulder. “I just made a few phone calls and had things delivered.”
“They delivered all this in a snowstorm?” Max gaped at him.
“Well, the blizzard is over,” Drake scoffed, gesturing out the plate-glass windows along the side of the room. “This is just a lot of snow.”
“Ah, you missed your family today, too!” Riley gave him a sympathetic smile.
“Yeah.” Drake agreed as he turned his head to avoid the sharp look Liam gave him. “We should eat while this is still hot.”
“Ohhhh,” Max rubbed his hands together, “Good idea! It smells delicious!”
Drake followed behind Riley and Max toward the food. Liam sidled up next to him and lowered his voice so no one else could hear, “You never spend Christmas with your family.”
“What? Yeah, no, that’s….. you like waffles, right? Because I ordered waffles.”
“Oh, my god!” Riley exclaimed, “Ham and cheese omelets!”
“And bacon,” Max pointed out. “Don’t forget the bacon. Oh! And crepes!”
Her gaze slid thoughtfully to Drake as Max loaded his plate. “Did you order this because of what I told you last night?”
“Order what?” Drake shook his head as he reached for a plate. “I just asked for food. Lucky coincidence.”
“Okay.” She gave him an appraising look. He avoided direct eye contact with her.
The group sat down at a table near the center of the room and enjoyed breakfast together. Riley bit into a forkful of fluffy eggs, melted cheese, savory ham, and crisp onions as she took in the comforting twinkle of Christmas lights reflecting off red and gold ornaments. Max was already wearing the shirt Drake had given him and a Santa hat that he had produced from seemingly nowhere. All of it was set against the backdrop of sheer whiteness that could be seen through the conference room windows. Every ice-covered tree, bush and light post sparkled in the bright morning sun. A sense of peace and contentment that she hadn’t expected to feel on this particular morning settled over her as the group ate and laughed together.
Her phone rang. “It’s my mom!” she answered and after several tearful exchanges of I love you, I miss you and Merry Christmas, she addressed the group, “My mom wants to say hi to everyone.” She placed the phone in the middle of the table and pushed the speaker button so Catherine Brooks could wish the entire flight crew a Merry Christmas. “And especially you, Drake!” she gushed. “Riley told me about the tree and decorations. Thank you for making the day special for her. You’re a good friend.”
“I’m glad she liked it. I just thought we could all use a pick me up since everyone is missing the day with their family,” he lied. The truth was, he couldn’t stand to see her sad. The smile that had washed over her face and stayed there since she had first walked into the conference room made every bit of effort and expense he had gone to more than worth it.
Not that he was interested in her. He didn’t get involved with co-workers.
“Well, nevertheless, thank you and if you’re ever in our neck of the woods, we would love to meet you!”
“Ah…sure, that would be…all right…”
Drake was rescued by Max, who leaned over the phone to yell “I love you!” and “Merry Christmas!” at Riley’s family.
When every member of the Brooks family had spoken to both Riley and Max and the call was finally over, Liam looked up from his own phone and announced, “Great news…we can fly out now!”
“I almost don’t want to.” Max blurted out and then flushed from the tip of his nose all the way down to his toes. “I mean….I just meant this is nice, and it’s warm in here….”
“It’s okay, Max,” Liam grinned at him, “This has been nice, but we do need to get back home. If we don’t make it back today, we’ll have to reschedule tomorrow’s flight, and then I’ll have to deal with Madeleine and her bullshit.”
Drake shuddered. “Why the fuck did Leo give her part ownership again?”
“He didn’t give it to her,” Liam shook his head as he returned his phone to his pocket, “the judge in their divorce did.”
“Still. She acts like her twenty-five percent is controlling interest or something.”
“Tell me about it.” Liam was not overly fond of his ex-sister-in-law, but he couldn’t deny that she was skilled with the parts of the business he disliked, such as accounting and marketing. He just wanted to fly; and Madeleine taking over those parts, had allowed him to do exactly that.
“Well, I guess we should all go pack then,” Max headed toward the door, “You coming, Riley?”
“In a minute. You go on. And you’re still coming home with me today, right?”
“Bert won’t be home until tomorrow, so yes.”
Liam hurried across the room. “Hold on, Max, I’ll walk up with you!”
Riley and Drake watched them leave, then turned to each other. They stood silent and unmoving for a long moment in the middle of the Christmas finery, eyes searching eyes, unspoken emotions playing across both faces.
She took a step forward, “Drake…”
He caught her hand in his as she reached out for him. “Riley…we can’t…”
“And yet you did all this.”
“I’m sorry. It’s not you. It’s me.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of her fingers, then quickly dropped it. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Drake, and thank you. Really. It means a lot to me.” She leaned in, went up on her tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his cheek before whispering in his ear, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that you’re a gooey, mushy marshmallow on the inside. Your reputation is safe.”
A short laugh escaped him as she stepped away. He watched her walk to the door with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that was at odds with the soaring feeling in his chest.
She liked him, right?
Not that it mattered. It was a bad idea to get involved with a co-worker.
As she slipped out the door, panic sliced through his being as he realized that he was involved.
He was very involved.
He heaved a sigh that was full of both resignation and wonder as he made his way back to his room to pack.
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Yandere Liam Headcanons!
TW: manipulation, potential gaslighting
I've been in the mood to write something, so why don't I write about my latest game obsession, Sun Haven? Despite all the bugs, it's such an amazing game, and I hope that it only gets better from here on out! Anyway, apologies if this is OOC, and enjoy!
Just like with his sisters, Liam will do everything in his power to make sure that you taken care of, safe, and happy. (Though, his sisters, being the mischievous little matchmakers that they are, coax him to do this more with you than with them. They’re already grown up, and Liam is so lonely!)
Unable to make it to your home in time because you were too absorbed in fishing? Well, you can gladly stay the night at his house! Just know that you and him with have to share a bed, as Emma insists that Mr. Dinosaur sleeps on the couch. Hopefully you don't mind, but if you can't fall asleep, then you should have some of Liam's specialty hot chocolate. It'll make you fall right to sleep!
You like cookies? He’ll personally deliver a dozen to your door every day because he just so happened to make too many, again, for the nth time. They're even you're favorite kind of cookies too! What a coincidence!
Need to vent about draccoons eating everything on your farm? Just let him make sure Emma and Elizabeth are content in their room and then he’ll be all yours to talk to. (Though Liam wishes the best for your farm, he can't help but feel a bit thankful for the ravenous creatures.)
Of course, you don’t have to do anything in return, but if you really want to, would you mind going on a date with him for a day?
While he can’t monitor you 24/7 due to the fact that he has both his sisters to take care of as well as a bakery to manage, he’d ask Nathaniel to pay extra attention to you and update him on anything that happens to you under the guise of simply being a concerned friend and neighbor (and possible boyfriend). Plus, he’d bribe the captain with free hearty pie to make sure that he puts his all into watching you.
Should Liam be notified of an increase in your adventures out of Sun Haven, he would simply tell the airheaded captain that he thought he’d seen you exhausted to the point of fainting one afternoon from working on your farm, regardless of whether or not it’s true.
(Worried about his fellow friend, Nathaniel would attempt to stop you if you tried to leave Sun Haven. He knows better than anyone that, while pushing yourself is good, there is a limit to which one should do so. In other words, you need to rest!)
Occasionally some nights, when his sisters are asleep and everyone has returned home to turn in for the day, he quietly heads to the beach and stares longingly at the moon, dreaming about a future in which the two of you can be together. Imagine, him waking up in the morning and seeing your face first thing in the morning; the two of you laughing and having fun in the kitchen as you two bake a cake; a ring around your finger for all to see, warding off any potential enemies; an intimate day in bed spent not doing work when it rains.
Unfortunately, for all his longing, he is still quite shy, so you'll have to be the first one to make a move. Otherwise, he will simply pine for you at a distance (unless he happens to snap due to certain circumstances). Don't worry though, after you get the ball rolling, he'll take it from there. You just relax while he takes care of all the work; the only thing you have to do is to accept him wholeheartedly and completely.
And you bet that, once you're in a relationship, Liam becomes more vocal in his stances towards your lifestyle. Healthy relationships require communication and both parties to listen to each other's concerns, you know! (Though, if your concerns interfere with his, they'll go through one ear and out the other.)
There are only few professions that Liam would be fine with and, for the record, explorer, mage, fighter, and miner aren’t some of them. And, among those four, a mage profession is the only one you’d have a chance in convincing him to let you continue in. Though, you’d definitely be doing more miscellaneous or utilitarian magic rather than combat magic.
Just because I'm feeling a bit devious, I'll include some NSFW headcanons too (`艸´)
TW: bodily fluids in food, food kink, implied suffocation
You might have already guessed, but Liam enjoys putting his bodily fluids into the baked goods he gives to you, particularly his cum. Something about watching you eat the cupcakes he made so happily, cupcakes that had white icing containing his semen, makes him melt inside.
He's also good at hiding the salty taste too, so you'd be none the wiser to how he jacks off to you, thinking about how tight and wet and loving you'd feel around his cock, before mixing his release into the icing.
If you manage to catch him on a day where he's feeling more sensual than normal, or if you just seduce him, his food kink might surface. Depending on how he feels, it might be you eating him or him eating you. (He prefers you eating him—savoring every inch of his body while he's practically begging you for release, only for you to softly push him down and be a good boy while you enjoy your dessert.)
Speaking of, do feel free to take control in the bedroom. A part of Liam loves to submit to you and experience pleasure at your hands, turning his brain off and letting it turn to mush. However, please be gentle with him. He likes to be loved ♡
(He's totally a guy who refuses to say he's "fucking" you or any other crude verb. Instead, he's making love to you.)
Should you make him jealous, then he'd make you choke on his cock. It's the only punishment fitting for you, enchanting anyone with your kind words and charming personality. With his dick preoccupying your mouth, you won't be able to make him worry about some random person who doesn't love you nearly as much as he does. Seeing you cry as your throat spasms around him is also a major ego boost that only serves to motivate Liam as he fucks your mouth. Don't think that he'll stop at blowing his load once, though. It's only until his balls are emptied that he considers stopping.
In the end, Liam is a simple man. He appreciates a nice ass. Tight pants that accentuate the delicious curve of your assets (hehe) will always make a tent form in his pants. Hopefully, his apron will cover most of it up. (It doesn't, and Wornhardt has half a mind to call him out on it.) Just be weary of the consequences because you will be spending the rest of the day with him once he catches once glimpse of your butt, and maybe the next day too if you manage to wear something extremely scandalous.
Well, that's all I got for my yandere Liam headcanons! All in all, I think he's a mild yandere since he seems too sweet to do anything drastic. Hope you liked it, and feel free to give me some suggestions!
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tagged by @thiamsxbitch ,, thank u love :)
Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to Ao3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have.
all fics completed aside from all about control :p
All the Love we Unraveled and the Life I Gave Away | Thiam
The exhaustion goes bone deep. Skin feeling akin to something like a livewire, feeling the clothes clinging to his skin with every step he takes. Swallows what feels like bile rising in the back of his throat, ignoring the itch of a scream clawing its way through his chest. Begging to be released, let out any tension that's been growing under his skin since Scott had called him.
Tell me That we’ll be Just Fine (Even When I Lose my Mind) | Thiam
Theo has, objectively, made a lot of stupid choices in his life. Throw a dart, you'll hit one.
This, though, this might actually take the cake on the list of Dumbest fucking things Theo Raeken has ever done. Which is no small feat, all things considered.
It takes all of three seconds after Theo tells Nolan to run, watching him stumble across the dirt and broken tree limbs before his eyes slide over to the unconscious beta on the ground and it finally registers in his brain what he just did. He just managed to effectively ruin any chance of getting out of this fucking zoo and away from these hunters at a quick pace, all because he was saving Liam's stupid ass, again.
Close my eyes, Fantasize, Three Clicks and I’m Home | Thiam
He’s not sure when it started; when this pull between he and Liam became a thing. If he had to pinpoint the exact moment, and he’s just spitballing here, it might have to be when he was pulled from hell.
‘Cause everyone’s growing, and everyone’s healthy. (I’m terrified that I might never have met me) | Thiam
When he starts crawling his way up through the earth, hands grasping for purchase on the dirt surrounding him, he thinks it’s a more fucked up version of the nightmare he’s been living in for the last few months. Years? It feels like a lifetime. Endless loops of having his sister's heart ripped out of his chest, over and over and over again. It’s hard to remember.
Of Gods and Monsters | Thiam
The question comes so far out of left field that it manages to render Theo speechless, spoonful of melting ice cream lifted halfway to his open mouth as he stares at the beta across from him with some mix between shock and confusion.
Liam takes his reaction in stride, continuing to eat his own ice cream, completely unbothered by the fact that he just managed to hit some kind of pause button inside of Theo’s brain. Theo thinks if it were any other situation the beta might have even made a joke about it, but the question wasn’t laced with any humor, just pure curiosity.
I’m here, right here, wishing I could be there for you. | Thiam
In hindsight, Liam probably should have seen how this was not going to go his way. Call him an optimist. He had maybe, dumbly, hoped that Theo would pull his head out of his ass long enough to appreciate the fact that he was valued and not, I don't know, wanted dead in the middle of the preserve? It was wishful thinking on Liam’s part.
“I’m just saying, I'm a little bit sick of your shit.”
Crimson Stained Hands | Implied Thiam , Theo centric
Theo’s never been able to put it into words, this weight that sits so heavily on his chest that sometimes he gets sharp pains that shoot through his veins. He thinks it might be some kind of punishment, though he’s not sure which sin caused this, which sin keeps him in constant torment. It’s a long list, some days it seems like it’s one that’s never going to end.
It’s like the universe has left me without a place to go | Thiam
"You're a hard man to find these days."
Theo hums from his place on the tailgate, legs swinging slowly back and forth, his eyes trained on something in the distance, not fully there.
Liam's feet stay planted where they are, eyes trained on the way Theo's hands have tightened their hold on the metal surface of the tailgate at the sound of Liam's voice. He tries not to think too hard on it, knows it probably has nothing to do with him and everything to do with the fact that Theo has been avoiding him and life itself for the last three weeks.
All About Control | Thiam
There’s been a shadow following Theo around since he was Nine years old, a dark and looming thing that sits in his peripheral vision, a constant and threatening reminder of where he came from. Of what he can be brought back to. Some days it looks a lot like the Dread Doctors, more specifically the Surgeon. The shadow will shift and morph into a figure that resembles something from his worst memories, the ones he wishes were ripped out of him the way everything else was. Other days it morphs into something smaller, something dripping with icy ravine water, the smell of dirt and mud coming with it.
It could end in burning flames or paradise | Thiam
Theo is alive.
At least, most days he’s pretty sure he is. He feels the blood flowing under his skin, feels the stolen heart thudding against his ribs, feels the way his pulse jumps when Liam speaks in the tone he seems to solely reserve for him and him only.
tagging @stitchkiss :p
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Worth the Wait
(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a what if to A Second Chance AU
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Masterlist
Part 1
Thomas took the rest of the week off from work. After Amanda's announcement, it had been impossibe to concentrate. He instead spent time alone contemplating the fact that he would be a father in six months or so.
The very notion was so unbelievable that he could hardly wrap his mind around it. For years, he had never planned on marriage or having a family.
He grimaced as he reminded himself how all that had changed when he first started dating Amanda. He had fallen in love with her not only hard but also, at least in his opinion, fast. He had to force himself to keep his feelings in check until he was certain of her reciprocating them.
Then he went out and purchased an engagement ring.
If she had not broken up with him, he knew they would be in the midst of planning a wedding...instead of a nursery.
Perhaps they would be doing both.
He still had the ring tucked away upstairs in his nightstand. He couldn't seem to drum up the will to get rid of it.
It'd been the first time in his life that he willingly bought something that would permanently change his carefully laid plans of a bachelor.
He dropped his head in his hands. The past few nights he'd either had Amanda join him for dinner at a restaurant, her hotel suite, or here in his home. He knew they needed to work on their relationship before their child came into the world.
Thomas though, wanted more.
Maybe.
He honestly didn't know what to make of the feelings she had stirred up within him once again.
Being around her after all that occurred was both wonderful and yet utterly miserable. His heart ached from not touching her...kissing her...simply holding her within his arms.
It also ached with the fact the relationship they once had was destroyed. There was no way, at least that he could detect, in picking up where they'd left off.
They couldn't possibly...could they?
He jumped when he heard the gate buzzer.
Checking the time, he frowned at it being too early for Amanda's arrival.
The last thing he wanted was Addison and Holly poking around in this delicate matter. He knew they had taken these past few days off and spent them with Amanda. He was surprised they waited this long to talk the situation over with him.
"Yes?" He answered.
"We're here!"
His eyes widened at the sound of his brother-in-law's cheery voice.
"Thomas?" His sister Rachel called out. "Aren't you going to open the gate for us?"
He'd completely forgotten they were coming into town this week.
"Of course." He pushed the button for them.
Reluctantly, he slipped his shoes on and stepped outside to greet them.
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Addison and Matt's home...
"He's perfect." Amanda cradled the four month old in her arms. "Look at all that hair!"
Addison smiled proudly. "I'm so thankful he took after Matt. I was bald until fifth grade."
"No, you weren't." Matt pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I've seen your baby and childhood photos."
"I might have had hair," she conceded, "but it was such a light blonde that there are pictures where a bright flash was used that make me appear to be bald."
Amanda grinned at the couple before focusing once more on their son. He slept peacefully in her arms as she gently rocked him.
"Feel free to come over everyday to hold Michael." Addison told her. "You'll need the practice and I can always use a nap."
Amanda chuckled softly. "I wish I could, but I'll be leaving at the end of the week."
Addison, Matt, and Holly each exchanged a loaded glance.
"Is Thomas going with you?" Holly asked a little too casually.
"No. He plans on coming in time for my next doctor's appointment."
"Have you two decided how you're going to do this yet?"Addison asked.
"Addi." Matt shook his head at her.
"I just want to see you both happy with each other and your baby." She ignored her husbamd's whispered warnings to not get involved. "You two were so in love that I don't get why you're not already in the magazine's for having eloped in Vegas by now."
Amanda handed the baby over to Holly. "I should probably go. I'm supposed to--"
"No!" Addison reached out to stop her. "I'm sorry. I know I'm being too nosy, but I don't want to see you both miserable."
Amanda gently patted her hand. "I know. But things changed for Thomas when we broke up." She fought back tears. "I don't know if he'll ever want me like he once did." She lifted her chin. "I'm happy he at least is kind to me and wants to know our child."
Holly gave Matt his son when he began to whimper and squirm.
"Yes, but have you felt anything since you've been back?" She prodded.
Amanda gathered her things. "Of course I have." She lowered her eyes. "I never fell out of love with Thomas, and when I found out...I had hoped..." She wiped at the tears beginning to fall. "I'm sorry. I have to go. He's expecting me for dinner tonight."
The trio walked her to the door.
"Don't cry." Addison pleaded, throwing her arms around her. "I shouldn't have asked."
Amanda couldn't stop her tears. "It's okay."
Holly hugged her. "We won't bring it up again."
Amanda could only nod before blubbering a goodbye and slipping into the waiting town car.
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"Pregnant?!" Rachel breathed.
Stephen slapped Thomas on the back. "Congratualtions!"
"I'm going to be an aunt?" Rachel began to smile before launching herself at her brother.
He oomphed while accepting her hug. "Yes, you will be. You'll either have a niece or nephew by September."
She punched his arm once she stepped back.
"Rachel!" He snapped at her.
"Why didn't you call me when you found out?" She placed her hands on her hips.
The siblings glared silently at each other.
Stephen, the forever peacemaker between the Hunt's, spoke up.
"He's probably still trying to comprehend it, himself, babe."
Thomas nodded. "It's true. Of all the times I imagined Amanda walking back into my life, I never dreamed it would be because she is pregnant."
"Well, now that I'm here we will plan out everything." Rachel left them for a moment and returned with a pad and pen she found on his desk. "Let's see."
She sat down, tapping the pen on the arm of her chair. "I think a small ceremony should do nicely. Perhaps on the beach..."
"Small ceremony for what?" Thomas asked.
"Your wedding." She grinned at him. "How did Amanda react when she saw the ring you had bought? I bet she was shocked you decided to ask her before the break--"
"There isn't going to be a wedding." Thomas informed her.
"Just because she's pregnant, that doesn't mean you have to have a ceremony in a county clerk's office." Rachel grumbled. "I doubt she's showing yet." She began her list again. "If we have it here, then we can--"
"I didn't propose." Thomas explained.
Stephen plopped down in surprise on the arm of Rachel's chair.
"You didn't propose?" She asked in disbelief. "Why not? You're in love with her. She loves you. You're having a baby!"
Thomas began to pace as he tried to explain his hesitation.
The couple watched him struggle with his reasons.
"I see no need to rush into marriage just yet." Thomas added. "Not until we are certain this is the right decision for both of us. It will save us additional heartache and our child won't suffer in the process."
"But--"
Stephen placed his arm around his wife's shoulders, gently squeezing her.
She closed her mouth at that subtle sign that she was being pushy again.
With a deep sigh, she slumped in her chair.
Thomas whirled around when his buzzer sounded again.
"Were you expecting anyone?" Rachel asked.
"Only Amanda." Thomas mumbled.
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Amanda grimaced once more at her swollen eyes. Thank goodness she had gone with waterproof eye makeup. At least she only looked swollen instead of a puffy eyed racoon.
Her stomach gurgled when Thomas opened the door.
She hid her face in her hands. "I'm sorry. I've not eaten since I threw up a muffin this morning."
He couldn't help but smile at her embarrassment over something he thought was trivial at best. "You don't have to worry about what I think when that happens."
When she lifted her head, his eyes narrowed in concern.
"You've been crying." He gently took her face in his hands.
"Hormones." She wondered how she was able to say such a falsehood so easily.
His hands lingered, thumbs brushing her cheeks, then dropped to his sides. "I should forewarn you. Rachel and Stephen are here."
Amanda stepped back, nearly falling backwards off his front stoop.
Thomas caught her in his arms, turning them both until she was safely between him and the front door.
"Are you all right?" He could feel her heart thumping against his chest.
She nodded. "Just caught off guard." Biting her lip, she lifted her eyes to his. "Did you tell them about," she gestured toward her belly.
"I did." He answered.
"And?" She prodded, worried over his answer.
"And they are thrilled with the knowledge that they will have a niece or nephew before the year is through.” He explained.
Amanda finally asked the question that was really bothering her.
“Do they, of course they must, but do they hate me too much for my,” she took a deep breath, “for ending things between us?”
If Thomas was to go by how his sister had not only readily jumped into planning a wedding for them as well as becoming angry over his not proposing to Amanda, he seriously doubted she held anything against his ex.
“They don’t hate you at all.” He kept an arm around her waist. “Come inside.”
Leaning a bit closer than necessary to him for comfort, she allowed him to lead her to his living room.
Rachel jumped up and hugged her, pushing her brother out of the way. “I’m so excited!”
Amanda laughed when Stephen thanked her for getting pregnant.
“Now Rach will stop pestering me about getting a puppy or kitten. All her time will be spent in preparation on becoming an aunt.”
“We will get one of those if my niece or nephew wants one.” Rachel snapped at him.
She ignored his teasing grin and focused on Amanda. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine.” She lied.
“She suffers with severe morning sickness.” Thomas corrected.
Rachel’s brow furrowed. “Who is taking care of you?”
“Me.” Amanda said with a laugh that wasn’t quite sincere. “Servants, occasionally my friends, and of course Thomas when we are together.”
Rachel glared at her brother. “She needs help all the time.”
He glared back, knowing she was heavily hinting that they should get married.
“I’ll be fine. Hopefully by my next appointment it will have lessened.” Amanda said, wondering at their sudden irritation.
“And if it doesn’t?” Rachel continued to stare Thomas down.
“Then I’ll do what I have been doing.” Amanda shrugged. “I really don’t have much of a choice in the matter.”
She moved away from them to sit down.
“Some people have a choice.” Rachel muttered where only Thomas could hear.
Ignoring her, he asked Amanda what she felt like eating.
“I’m not sure. This baby and I have very different views on what I should eat." She tried to joke.
He had to stop himself from brushing her hair back from her face. That lopsided grin of hers had a way of making him feel the need to comfort her.
"I was thinking of taking you to The Palm for dinner."
Her surprise made him smile. It used to be one of their favorite places to eat. Thomas hadn't been there since they broke up. For some reason, he'd gone ahead and made a reservation for them.
"The Palm?" Rachel leaned forward. "What kind of food do they have."
"Italian." Amanda smiled at him. "I have had a craving for tomatoes recently."
"Then hopefully you'll be able to enjoy a meal for a change." He responded, smiling more easily around her.
"We'll go to the guest house and get cleaned up." Rachel tugged Stephen up out of his chair. "What time should we be ready?"
"You have thirty minutes." Thomas warned.
"Thirty?!" Rachel dashed out.
Stephen chuckled. "How long do we really have?"
"Forty-five minutes." Thomas replied. "But I know my sister and if i say forty-five, she'll take an hour or more."
Stephen snorted in amusement. "Yes, she will."
Once they were alone, Thomas sat down across from Amanda.
"The Palm." Her smile dimmed some over the memories of romantic evenings spent at that particular establishment. "I can't remember the last time we had dinner there."
"November." Thomas fought squirming when she looked up in surprise once more.
"I'm looking forward to it." Amanda said to break the uncomfortable silence that had fallen between him.
"So am I." He got up to get something to drink. He offered to get her something just to have something to do.
He could feel her eyes following him out of his living room. When he was out of eyesight, he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He still didn't know if he could risk his heart again. He knew she was leaving soon and that things between them were up in the air.
The more he was around her, the more he was wanting to settle into how they once were.
But then that would bring up whether or not they should go ahead and marry.
Should we? If it doesn't work out, how much more will it hurt to walk away from her and our child? To break the life I once dreamed of having with her...should I really jump into it without seeing if it's worth the chance?
He didn't know. He knew his fear was keeping him from so much. Yet...hadn't his fear kept him from horrible decisions in the past?
Or had it kept him from something great?
He prepared her a glass of ginger ale and brought it to her.
He grasped on the topic of what she planned to do once back in Cordonia while he debated on what to do with his own future.
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Dinner turned out better than either thought. It seemed almost natural being on a double date of sorts once again with Rachel and Stephen.
It was certainly romantic out on the terrace of the restaurant with the strings of globe lights softly brightening the darkness.
The four laughed and talked over what they had been doing since they were last together. The teasing that Amanda used to do with Thomas had made his frown all but disappear. He couldn't resist doing the same to her.
The roll of her eyes or a laugh had him placing his arm along the back of her chair and gently rubbing her shoulder.
Just like he used to do.
"Are we getting dessert?" Rachel asked. "Please say yes."
"I don't know if I should push it." Amanda leaned back in her chair. Her hands settled over her stomach. "So far it seems that there is approval of the chicken parmesan."
"No nausea?" Thomas asked.
She shook her head. "That's why I don't want to chance it with dessert." Her nose wrinkled. "Though those cinnamon doughnut holes are calling to me."
"We're getting the chocolate cake for two." Rachel told her husband. "And this time, I will leave you more than two bites."
Thomas waved their waiter over and placed their order. He noticed the curious looks they were getting from various tables. He suspected that he would be in tomorrow's gossip pages.
He had never alerted the press of their break up. He knew Amanda hadn't either. He assumed they thought he was too busy for work to meet up with her these past couple of months.
He didn't know if that was a good thing or not.
"I can't believe you didn't order the cake." Rachel said between bites.
"So far, chocolate and I are on the outs." Amanda explained. "Which has nearly killed me."
Thomas pushed the plate of warm doughnuts towards her after making a dramatic show of removing the chocolate dipping sauce.
She laughed and took one.
His eyes riveted upon her when she took a bite. The cinnamon and sugar coated her lips. He knew if they had never ended things that he would have kissed it off.
She licked her lips and stilled when she noticed where his attention was.
Stephen and Rachel pretended not to notice the obivous tension developing and talked amongst themselves while waiting on the couple across from them to make a move.
Thomas raised his hand to Amanda's cheek and brushed his thumb along her bottom lip to remove what her tongue had missed.
He could feel her quick breath over the sensation of his intimate touch. His eyes lifted to hers. He could see the yearning in the hazel depths combined with her uncertainty.
All it would take would be to lean down a mere tweleve inches and kiss her. There wouldn't have to be any words exchanged just yet. No immediate decisions needed to be made. It could be an experiment to see if that spark between them truly existed.
Her eyes closed when he began to inch forward. Her lips parted in readiness for his kiss. She nuzzled into his palm when he cupped her cheek.
Thomas felt his pulse quicken in anticipation.
"Here's the check." Their waiter dropped it down in between the couples. "Let me know when you're ready or if there is anything else I can get you."
Rachel glared at the man who had caused Thomas and Amanda to jerk apart.
Stephen sadly shook his head while reaching for the small folder.
"I'll get that." Amanda and Thomas said at the same time.
"We'll get this one." Rachel said in a no nonsense tone. She forced a smile. "I'll let you get the next one."
"How much of a tip should I leave?" Stephen asked softly for his wife's ear alone.
"None." Rachel hissed. "He lost it when he interupted my niece or nephew having his parents together."
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"Where to now?" Stephen asked once they stepped out of the restaurant.
"It is still early." Rachel added, eyeing her brother. "Plenty of time to do something."
Thomas briefly rolled his eyes.
"I think I'll call a car to take me back to my hotel." Amanda replied.
Her smile was a bit strained as she faced the other three.
"I'm sure you all have some catching up to do." She added. "These last couple of weeks, I've been known to nod off during conversations." She laughed with a shrug. "I won't be adding anything stimulating to any, most likely."
Rachel mentally groaned over not finding them another chance to be tempted to be together.
She glared at her brother, hoping he would take the hint.
"I'll take you to the hotel." Thomas ignored his sister's pointed stare.
He could still be a gentleman without any romantic notions.
"That isn't necessary." Amanda countered. "I'm sure Rachel and Stephen would prefer--"
"Actually," Stephen wrapped his arms around his wife, "I was planning on taking Rach dancing." His grin was unrepentant when he heard his wife's surprised gasp. "It's been a long time since we've been to a decent club."
Thomas merely cocked an eyebrow over that announcement.
He didn't believe it for a moment.
He did believe though that Stephen would do anything to help Rachel's plan.
"Enjoy yourselves." He bid his sister and brother-in-law a good night.
"You should go --" Amanda tried to argue.
"You know my feelings about night clubs." Thomas set his hand at the small of her back, gently urging her on toward the parking lot.
She looked up at him. "There were some evenings you didn't mind going."
Thomas met her eyes. He could remember the few times he'd gone to one with Amanda. It wasn't hard to enjoy himself then. He either was able to hold her against his body while they danced or enjoy watching her on the dance floor.
And without him saying a word or even giving a grimace, she'd always known when they should leave before the crowd and noise got to him.
Taking her arm, he cleared his throat. "Those times were different."
When you are with the right person, you can enjoy anything, he thought.
"I do wish you wouldn't trouble yourself." Amanda argued. "I'll be fine getting back to the hotel."
She knew she needed some space from him. Everything about today and this evening made her want to ignore his wishes and try to get back together. He had always been her temptation. She realized she still couldn't resist him.
He was being too kind. Too thoughtful. It hurt worse than if he was cold and cruel. At least then she wouldn't long for him to kiss her. Take her in his arms once more, speak in that deep voice how she made him feel. Seduce her with merely a look.
She loved him so terribly much. She thought she did before coming to tell him about the pregnancy. Spending this time with him only made it worse than before.
Has to be the hormones, she thought. They exacerbate everything as it is. I wish Thomas would simply tell me there is no hope for us. This waiting around on him to decide whether or not to give us a second chance is worse than--
"Amanda?"
She looked up and realized he held the passenger door open for her.
Cheeks coloring over being so lost in thought, she quickly got in while mumbling her thanks.
"Are you tired?" He asked once he pulled out of the parking lot.
"Hmm? Oh. Not really." She replied. "But it strikes at odd times and I didn't want to intrude any longer on Rachel and Stephen's time with you."
Thomas frowned some over that.
"You're not an intrusion."
"I am." Amanda stated, attempting to keep her voice from wobbling. "We aren't together anymore so," she swallowed, turning to look out her window, "so it doesn't make sense for me to be with you so much."
His frown only deepened. He knew they weren't officially back together. Yet, he felt like they were teetering upon the very brink of that decision. They were in some mystical gray area where they were a couple in a way and yet not at the same time.
It's purgatory, he thought with a grimace.
"We're having a baby." He grumbled. "You are an important part of my life so therefore you are not an intrusion."
Amanda's gaze dropped to her stomach.
That's all I am, the mother of his child. Nothing more. Nothing less.
The two fell into an uncomfortable silence.
It wasn't long before Thomas was handing his keys to a valet and following Amanda up to her room.
"Since you aren't tired," he began when they were alone in the elevator, "why don't we watch a movie?" His lips curved somewhat when she finally looked up at him. "I had initially planned on taking you to one after dinner, but Rachel and Stephen's arrival ruined that."
"You did?" Amanda could hardly believed it.
He nodded.
It almost sounded like a date. It would have been a date if they were a couple.
"Since you're worried about falling asleep, at least if you do so now, you'll already be in your suite." He added.
"I'd like that." Amanda replied with a smile.
Thomas felt those unusual flutters her smile still caused. He followed her out of the elevator, his eyes drifting along her figure.
She pulled out her key card, noticed where his attention seemed to linger, and fumbled her key.
The two bent down to retrieve it, bumping heads.
"I forgot how hard headed you are." Amanda teased, rubbing her forehead.
He chuckled. "You don't have the softest one either."
He tilted her chin up to see if she was bruised.
He felt her slight intake of breath at his touch and being so close to her. When he looked at her face he noticed that her attention was upon his lips.
He didn't fight it this time. He leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
Her muffled gasp turned into a soft moan as she sank into his embrace. One arm slid around his waist to urge him closer while the other tangled in his hair.
He felt his skin practically sing under her touch. His entire body responded to each brush of her tongue against his. Thomas groaned when she abruptly broke away.
He then heard people getting off the nearby elevator.
With a quick swipe, they hurried into her suite. The moment the door shut, they were back within the other's arms, lips eagerly meeting while hands began to drift over their bodies.
Thomas guided her back to the sofa, gently pulling her down into his lap. He gloried in her smile he could feel against his lips as he refused to pause their kiss to sit down.
He kissed down her neck when she broke away to catch her breath. His name spoken in her breathless, excited voice made him unable to think of anything, save for being with her.
Picking her up, his lips crashed down upon hers again as he carried her into her room.
The lights were off. The only slight illumination came from the city lights driting in through the sheer curtains. They eagerly began to remove the other's clothes. Lips and tongues tasted the other's newly revealed skin as if doing so for the very first time.
They each were refusing to think about what this meant and whether or not they should have sex. As if by mutual accord, they both seemed almost frenzied to be with one another without demanding a declaration or even a discussion of whether or not this was wise.
All the almost kisses, the touches, seeing the one they had loved again made the need so much stronger than ever before. Neither wanted to fight it any longer. Neither really had the strength or desire to ignore what was between them.
What had always been between them.
Thomas carefully covered her body with his. He worried for a moment if this perhaps would hurt her or possibly the baby. Then he felt Amanda's legs wrap around his waist and he couldn't think at all.
Amanda could feel the gentleness and care he was taking with her. It brought tears to her eyes as she encouraged him on and on and on. Her lips met his again in an attempt to convey just how much she loved him. Each kiss made her heart sing anew in being this intimate with him again.
She'd never held anything back from him. She remembered when Thomas told her that being with her was a whole new experience for him. He himself had admitted to being unable to control his responses to her.
It was never sex between them. It never had been.
They had only been able to make love.
"Thomas!" Her breath caught as the sensations flooded through her.
He held her close as he was knocked speechless from the intense emotions combined with the waves of pleasure he felt.
They held onto the other in the aftermath. Both were afraid of saying something that might ruin the moment. So many words and questions revolved around their minds.
When Amanda yawned, Thomas jumped upon that as a reprieve.
He reached down to cover the two of them up, then gently pulled her back within his arms. His lips brushed over hers when she asked if he wanted to stay.
He knew he could use the excuse of having family in town to go ahead and leave. Yet, there was nothing he wanted more than to stay here with her, holding her close as she slept. A part of him argued he should stay to make certain she and the baby wasn't physically hurt from his rash actions.
Another part prodded that since he was so ready to fall into staying with her that he should go ahead and realize that his love for her was undeniable. They should be together.
But could he go through the possibility of losing her again?
"I want to stay." He said softly. "If you want me to."
"I do." She pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.
"Good." He gently caressed her cheek.
Unable to keep her hope from bubbling up, Amanda asked him what this meant.
Thomas didn't pause in his caress. He too wondered the same.
"I think it means we do want to be together." He replied. "But--"
Amanda felt her heart sink. She began to pull away, only to have him draw her back even closer than before.
"But," he repeated, "I think we should start out dating again before we decide on something more permanent."
"You want to date?" Amanda's brow furrowed. "But not be in a serious relationship?"
"I want us to start again as if it was the beginning of a new relationship." He replied.
"Not to be blunt, but not only am I pregnant by you, I'm literally naked in your arms having thoroughly been seduced by you." Amanda told him. "It's a little late for first date etiquette to apply here."
Thomas knew she was right.
"Perhaps then, not at the very beginning." His forehead dropped to rest against hers. "Amanda, I don't think I can go through another breakup with you."
"I don't think I could either." She closed her eyes right when their lips met. "What are we going to do?"
"Would you be willing to try and see how we feel these next few months?"
Amanda opened her eyes to meet his vulnerable gaze. "And what happens then? Other than our child being born?"
"Then we decide if we want to move on to that next step in our relationship."
"What is that next step in your opinion?" She asked, determined to understand just what he wanted from her.
Thomas brushed her hair out of her eyes, his own tracing her profile lit in the soft light.
"That next step is the last one." He kissed her, unable to resist the need to feel her body once again. "We will decide whether or not we should get married."
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Old Friends (Derek Hale x Reader)
Characters included: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Jordan Parrish, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Liam Dunbar.
Requested: No
Type: Reader insert (no use of y/n though), fan fiction.
Word Count: 2480 words
warning: Strong language used, SMUT (Oral - Female receiving, P in V and dominance kink, slight choking kink), 18+ content. Minors do not interact.
Note: Sorry for no chapters these last few weeks, I am terrible at time keeping honestly. I was also dying from a lung infection for a month or so but I lived so here we are.
Chapter Four: Final Chapter.
A drive to Mexico was definitely on my date list but not to save a kid from becoming a “monster.” Derek has been silent the whole trip, hand on my thigh while I play with his fingers. I could tell that he was worried, there was nothing we could do as humans besides shoot things, I guess that’s why Derek had a handgun in my lap.
It made me nervous, having a weapon in my lap. Something about the thought of killing someone or something is making my stomach turn in knots, not in a good way. But this was Derek’s pack in some way, he'd deny it if I said it out loud, but he was never made to be a lone wolf. His mom, his sisters wouldn't want him to end up all alone. I wouldn't want him to be alone.
“It’s okay, Scott is strong.” I finally spoke and I could see Derek’s eyes glance at me before focusing back on the road, his hand squeezed my thigh in response.
"Derek...please say something." I pleaded, I hadn't heard his voice in hours, and it put me on edge. Were we really going to be okay without any supernatural abilities?
"You'll be safe. I promise." His hand moved away from my thigh and gripped my hand, our fingers lacing together. Then there was silence again...
When we got close to the temple there was a lot of people, hunters I was assuming. Derek stopped the car a bit further away, the breath he was holding in finally left his lungs. That was when he looked at me, his hand gripping the gun tightly before placing it in my hands.
“Keep yourself safe, don’t leave the car. Promise me.” He was looking directly into my eyes, and I could see the silent plea in them.
‘Don’t leave me, don’t die.’
I nodded. Somehow, I knew that if something happened to him, I would run in without a thought, I knew that he knew that too. But he didn’t make me say that promise, he sealed my lips with his instead. It felt different, not like our usual kisses that sent a delicious sensation up my spine. It felt like a good-bye.
When he pulled back, he moved me into the backseat, making me lie down and covering me with a blanket. It was hard to breathe, an elephant sitting on my chest that got heavier with each soft caress of my skin from him.
He lifted his hand away from me and I instinctively grabbed it. My heart was pounding in my ears, adrenaline rushing through my veins.
"You have to promise to be safe too, I can't lose you. I just got you back, Derek. Please." He smiled slightly, leaning down, and pecking my lips.
"You know I struggle to keep promises. But...how about I promise to come back to you, no matter what. I will come back to you, I promise." I nodded; I was satisfied with that. He will come back; he will come back. I repeated that to myself over and over again.
Then his hand left me, the door of the car closed and then there was silence. A deafening silence. His presence wasn’t there to keep me company, to keep my mind away from all the terrible things that could happen to the kids. That could happen to him. I started to count the seconds…
1…2…3…
I heard the voices in the distance getting louder…
4…5…6…
There were several gun shots going off…
7…8…9…
I sat up, looking in the distance at the temple. There stood a blonde in front of Derek, but then she changed. Shifted into something that I didn’t recognize, then she pounced on him. I screamed, banging on the car door, and pulling on the handle to try and open it but it wouldn’t budge. Without thinking I lifted my legs, kicking the back window as hard as possible. I kicked and kicked, then finally it launched off the car and I crawled out.
I ran towards them, my heart pounding in my ears. I was too late. Derek laid there bloody, his hand on his stomach and breathing heavily with the woman, the monster in front of him. It was like it sensed me, it turned around and that was when my blood ran cold.
“Kate…” Her eyes roamed all over me, a chill going up my spine as she grinned.
“Hey bestie, long time no see.” As she stalked towards me, I held up the gun, she paused and feigned a sad look.
“Really? A guy over your best friend? What happened to letting me have him?” I gritted my teeth; I remembered that promise. That she had liked him for longer than I did, so I was a good friend and promised to help them get together. After hearing what she did, I’ve regretted that every single moment. I hate her.
I hate her.
One gun shot went off.
Then two, then three. I saw red, I didn’t stop firing as she bolted towards me, she tackled me, and we went to the ground. Her sharp claws were digging into my skin, holding my arms in place.
“You’re such a bitch, fucking backstabber. You shot me over a guy!” I moved my legs and kicked her off me, getting up and hitting her in the face with the gun, she growled and pounced for me again. I punched her in the face, managing to catch her off guard and making her stumble back. I had a lump in my throat, Derek was dying or already dead because of her. His family was dead because of her, I felt something in myself snap as I walked towards her. I picked up the gun again and pointed it at her. No, not her.
This wasn't the Kate I knew; the Kate I knew was fake. She was never my friend, she used to me get close to Derek. To kill him and his family, I will never forgive her for that. I hope she burns in the deepest depths of whatever hell the afterlife has to offer. I hope the Hale family gets to watch her beg for forgiveness before she burns for the rest of eternity, so she can feel what she did to them.
But before I could pull the trigger a dark shadow slammed into her, knocking her to the side. I looked down and saw a wolf standing in front of me, growling at her. I took the chance to look over where Derek was, but to my surprise he was gone.
"Derek?" The wolf huffed as I called out his name, suddenly my grief left my body. He didn't die, he was standing right in front of me. As a wolf.
The wolf, Derek, lunged at Kate. I felt my rage turn into happiness, but a smile took over my lips.
“That’s what you deserve, bitch.” I spat out, watching as he tore her apart. I hoped his family was proud of him, he finally got revenge for the things she did to them. May they now rest in peace.
When it was over, Derek shifted back. I blinked a few times, then red decorated my cheeks. He was naked, completed naked. Though I didn’t have long to admire him, his arms were around me before I could shout at him to cover up. My face was buried in his chest, breathing in his delicious and familiar scent.
“I’m glad you’re safe.” He whispered to me, his hands finding a way under my shirt. His fingers gripping my bare waist tightly. I smiled.
“I’m glad you’re alive and…a wolf?” I glanced up at him, he had a wolfish grin on his face. He has clearly gotten his werewolf abilities back and was ecstatic about it.
“I evolved.” He leans down, kissing my neck.
“Derek…what about Scott?” I bit my lip, his touch was driving me crazy, but we were here for the kids. Not to get his wolf abilities back and then fuck.
“Over here.” I looked over at the entrance to the cave and sighed in relief, there were the kids. Scott, Stiles and two girls that I didn’t recognise but was nevertheless happy to see safe.
“Good.” Without a second thought Derek picked up and threw me over his shoulder, I laughed and screamed a goodbye to the kids who were all fake gagging and laughing.
When we arrived back at the loft, Derek pinned me against the door and kissed me. I let out a moan against his lips, his tongue invading my mouth as soon as my lips parted. His one hand gripped my hair, the other ripping my jeans down the front. His lips moved down to my neck, leaving hickey after hickey on any exposed skin he could find.
“I’ve been waiting for this.” He growled into the crook of my neck, his hands gripping my thighs and lifting me up against the door.
"I don't believe you." I grinned, a defiant look in my eyes as he stared down at me.
"Show me how much you want this."
His eyes changed colour, that deep blue that I saw in the wolf’s eyes appeared and that’s when I knew I was in trouble. With one swoop he ripped my underwear off and lifted me up further, my thighs rested on his shoulders before he buried his face between them.
His tongue flattened against my slit, moving up towards my clit. He let out a low groan, his fingers digging into my thighs.
“Already so wet for me, huh love?” He looked up at me, his tongue swirling around my clit like he was licking the icing off of a cupcake. The way he held me close, the soft groans and growls he let out was driving me more insane than his tongue. My fingers tangled themselves in his hair tugging on them as his tongue moved down to my entrance, my eyes rolling back as he pushed it in.
“Derek!” His right hand gripped my ass and smacked it hard, a loud moan leaving my lips after the contact. His tongue moved expertly inside me, brushing all the right places just as his left hand decided to join his mouth. His index finger found my clit, circling it. Playing with the sensitive bud. Each little movement building me higher until-
He pulls back. I looked down at him in a daze, my chest heaving but not as much as it should be.
“You wanna tease me? Then you only get to cum on my dick.” I was about to protest when he gripped my thighs again, he walked over to his bed and threw me down on it. I left out a little huff and sat up to protest again, that was when his hand wrapped around my throat.
“I know you want to be good for me, so take off my jeans and boxers. I promise to make you cum if you listen.” A shot of arousal went through my body, he sounded so commanding, and I loved it. I loved having him take control.
My hands made quick work of his jeans; the palm of my right hand pressed against his bulge. He let out a low moan, his eyes focused on me as I leaned forward. I could tell he was aching to be inside me, that he probably hasn’t slept with someone in a while. I pulled down his boxers and kisses his tip, licking it lightly which made him hiss and push me down onto the bed. I was pinned, his hand around my throat.
“You are so much of a tease, you know that?” His free hand pushed my thighs apart, “Keep them open, you move them, and I will stop.”
Despite the rough tone he took on, he lightly pressed his tip against my entrance. My breath hitched in the moment, having him slowly push into me felt like I had reached euphoria. His teasing from earlier made me eager and sensitive, he knew that. I could see that he enjoyed the look of pure lust on my face, he leaned down with his free hand propping him up as he began to thrust.
“Fuck…you feel so good around me.” His grip on my throat tightened, restricting just enough oxygen to my brain to make me see stars with each stroke from his dick. He reached heavenly places inside me, knowing how to angle each thrust to hit that delicious spot that had me moaning his name like a prayer.
“Derek…please…” I managed to stutter out a plea as the pleasure continued to build up in my body, that was when his hand left my throat and found it’s way to my lower back. He lifted me up easily and started to thrust faster, practically pounding into me. I clung to him, my nails dragging down his back. Another groan left his lips as he kissed and nipped at my neck, his muscles tightening under his touch.
“Together baby…” I barely held in a scream as I met my climax, my vision blurring while my mind was filled with fog. But I felt it, his seed releasing inside me before his hips stilled. Oh, and it was the most mind-blowing feeling, being claimed as his in such a way.
We were both silent for a moment, only the sound of us breathing filling the air. Then he laid on his side, his arms pulling me with him. He cradled me against him, one hand in my hair and the other wrapped securely around my waist. His thumb drew shapes on my hip, his lips pressing lingering kisses on my jaw and cheek.
“Are you okay?” He spoke softly, as if not to disturb the tender moment that we were having.
“You mean…after the amazing sex or everything else that happened today?” He chuckled, his fingers lifting my chin so that our eyes met.
“Both.” I smiled.
“Yeah…I’m just really happy that we didn’t lose each other again.” He leaned in, resting his forehead against mine.
“Me too. But you know you’re mine now, right?” I laughed, my hands cupping his face.
“You suck at asking people out, Hale.” He raised an eyebrow.
“I bought you books, took you to Mexico and fucked you good. How do I suck?”
“Okay…fine, it was pretty great besides the part where I thought you died.” I pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist, looking down at him. “But ask me properly.”
“Will you be my girlfriend?” He smiled up at me, his hands on my hips. He knew I couldn’t resist him when he smiled.
“I thought you’d never ask.” I laughed and leaned down, sealing our long-awaited relationship with a kiss.
THE END.
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Aaron Threatens Mackenzie.
Mackron fanfic.
"Isn't that Lucy's sister Mackenzie's canoodling with in the corner?" Charity asked Aaron who couldn't take his eyes off Melanie and Mackenzie.
"Yes and what's it got to do with you?" snapped Aaron.
"Well he's the kind of man any woman could fall in love with" said Charity trying to wind Aaron up. "With his sexy scottish accent and his boyish good looks"
"Yes and you've wet your knickers a few times over him" said Aaron
"No need to be so crude" said Charity "Sounds like you're jealous and who wouldnt be. Have you seen the size of that diamond on the ring she's wearing"
"As a matter of fact I'm over him" said Aaron trying not to show how jealous he really was. "I don't know what I saw in him" he said as Nicky came up to the bar for drinks for him and his dad.
"Kiss me" said Aaron to Nicky.
"Sod off" said Nicky pushing Aaron away "You know I'm with Suni and I wouldnt kiss a thug like you anyway"
"Who you calling a thug" said Aaron angrily.
"You" said Nicky getting his drinks and taking them over to where his dad was sitting.
"What's going on with you and Aaron?" Caleb answered as Aaron turned his gaze back to Mackenzie and Melanie again.
"He reckons he isn't jealous of Mack and Melanie and he asked me to kiss him" said Nicky.
"He's as jealous as fuck" said Caleb "He wanted to make Mack jealous"
Caleb went over to Aaron who was still staring at Mack and Melanie.
"Don't try and involve my son in your sordid little jealousy fuck ups" Caleb said to Aaron.
"Who are you to talk" said Aaron "You've shagged half the village and that slut of a wife of yours needs to keep her gob shut"
"It's you that needs to keep your gob shut" said Caleb punching Aaron in the mouth.
"Will you two stop right there" said Cain "Have you forgotten there is a sick woman in the back room and she doesn't need all this"
Caleb went back to his seat as Mackenzie made his way to the bar.
"A pint of zero please Charity" said Mack "And a glass of orange"
"Not drinking today?" asked Charity.
"No Liam's put me on stronger painkillers" Mack replied.
"Mum loved the Onsie" said Aaron making Mack flinch and jump out of his way in fear. "Dont worry I'm not going to hit you"
"I know you are worried about the results of the gene test" said Mack. "But don't take it out on everyone"
"How many times. You're wrong. My test was negative" said Aaron "I'm just worried about mum"
"What's going on with you and Melanie?" Aaron asked Mackenzie.
"We're engaged" said Mack.
"You didn't waste time" said Aaron "You just can't help yourself. Loser"
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Mack.
"It means the next time I attack you I'll make sure you die" Aaron snarled.
"You can't intimidate me Aaron" said Mack.
"I'll leave that up to your latest tart to do that" said Aaron.
"Don't call her that" said Mack "She's worth ten of you. I don't know what I ever saw in you"
"You'll regret saying that" said Aaron smashing his glass and pointing it at Mack "I'll make sure no one looks at that pretty face of yours again" he said holding the glass menacingly close to Macks face.
"Just put the glass down" said Cain as the pub went quiet.
"Don't you think you've hurt him enough and is he worth doing time for" Cain said taking the glass off Aaron.
"Come on we're leaving" said Mack as he went back to Melanie.
"Do you think he would have glassed you?" Melanie said as they got outside.
"I really don't know Melanie. But he really scared me" Mack replied bursting into tears and shaking.
"Mack" yelled Cain coming out of the pub as Melanie tried to comfort Mackenzie.
"How did it ever come to this Cain" Mack cried "He's broken me"
"I think it best if you stay away from the pub until Aaron calms down. He's taking the divorce really badly and seeing you with Melanie really irked him" said Cain.
"Don't worry I'm going to keep out of his way" said Mack "He really hurt me tonight threatening me like that. I don't recognise him anymore"
"He's unpredictable and I know he's worried about Chas" said Cain.
"I think his gene test was positive Cain" said Mack "I could tell he was different on the day you all got the results"
"I'll try and get him to open up about it Mack" said Cain. "But he said it was negative"
"Its his ego. You know how self loathing he can be. And seeing him like that really upset me. I can't stop shaking" said Mack.
"Just go home Mack and try not to worry. Me and Moira will take the kids home with us tonight. You need to rest" said Cain. "I'll follow you home and pick Moira up. We'll explain the situation to her"
"I don't want to take advantage" said Mack "It was good of her to babysit tonight"
"You're not taking advantage" said Cain who was secretly pleased about having the kids.
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Terri/Mystic's Original Characters Legacy Challenge
Hello everyone! Welcome to my challenge, this challenge is based on my own characters that I make for a thing called Roleplay. As you process this challenge you will learn about my characters and maybe you'll like them!
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Here are a few things you might need: All Packs.
Mods: Shorter Homework for university and UI Cheats.
Gen 1: Rian Mikaelson
You are a hybrid of a hellhound and Vampire but since there's no Hellhound pack in the Sims 4, you are just a vampire. You were born in 1001 AD and are adjusting to the modern day.
Aspiration: Successful Lineage
Traits: Family Oriented, Romantic, Foodie
Rules:
✰ Master Parenting, Cooking, Baking and Writing
✰ Master Doctor Career
✰ fall in love 3 times, Have one child with your second lover but three more with your Husband/Wife.
✰ Have a doctor's degree from Discover University
Gen 2: Izzy Pierce/Mikaelson
You have spent years looking for your soulmate but you found it and you fallen HARD for your Soulmate
Aspiration: Soulmate
Traits: Neat, Jealous, Loyal
Rules:
✰ Master Parenting, Fitness, Wellness
✰ Master education career
✰ Fall in love and marry the sim.
✰ Have three Children.
✰ Have a close relationship with your partner and children
Gen 3: Leah Winchester
This time around, you are a human! and you are the oldest of your siblings. You did fall for a man/woman who you thought was perfect but you fell for his/her older brother/sister instead.
Aspiration: BodyBuilder
Traits: Goofball, Hot-Headed, Loyal
Rules:
✰ Fall in love two times, get pregnant with your first husband or get your first wife Pregnant (Keep the child) but break off the marriage and fall in love with the older Brother/Sister.
✰ Master Secret Agent Career
✰ Master Mischief, Programming, Handiness
Gen 4: Alya Mikaelson
You are just like your father, but your plans are big happy family with a job you work hard for.
Aspiration: Best selling author
Traits: Creative, bookworm, Neat
Rules:
✰ Master Writer Career
✰ Master Writing, Parenting and medium
✰ MUST MARRY A FIREFIGHTER!
✰ Have as many children as you want.
Gen 5: Lydia Winchester
Unlike your sisters who don't want to be paranormal, you do. so you want to learn about the paranormal.
Aspiration: Werewolf Intiate
Traits: Romantic, Good, Outgoing
Rules:
✰ Fall in love with a werewolf
✰ Master Social Media Career
✰ Master Medium, Vampire Lore, Research and debate
Gen 6: Liam Gilbert
You had a crush in school, but your crush fell for someone else who isn't you. So you decided to become lovers with someone else.
Aspiration: Soulmate
Traits: Romantic, Jealous, Family Oriented
Rules:
✰ Fall in love with one sim then break up with said sim and fall in love with another sim.
✰ Master Law Career
✰ Master Fitness, Cooking and Charisma
Gen 7: Cora Winchester
You are a mermaid. Unlike the movie "The Little Mermaid" your father doesn't care that you fell for a human.
Aspiration: Soulmate
Traits: Cheerful, goofball and loves outdoors
Rules:
✰ Fall in love with a human.
✰ Master fishing, Gardening and flower arranging
✰ Have one child
✰ Move into the family that your wife/husband is in
Gen 8: Luna Winchester
You are the very first lesbian in this challenge. Of course, your family is Supportive.
Aspiration: Super Parent
Traits: Music Lover, Family Oriented, Loyal
Rules:
✰ Date a woman in high school and once you both aged up, MARRY THEM!
✰ Adopt as many children as you want
✰ Go on as many dates as possible
✰ Renew your vows when your sims are both in their elder years.
Gen 9: Betty Mikaelson
Your whole dream is to be a doctor like Gen 1. but during work, someone catches your eye.
Aspiration: Vampire Family
Traits: Good, Neat, Romantic
Rules:
✰ Master the doctor career (Yes, AGAIN!)
✰ Marry a co-Worker
✰ Master any skills you want
✰ Again, have many children you want
✰ MUST BE A VAMPIRE
Gen 10: Lila Mikaelson
Like Gen 9 but different, you don't want to become a doctor, you want to become a cop.
Aspiration: Chief of mischief
Traits: Geek, Family Oriented, Dog lover
Rules:
✰ Again, Marry a co-worker
✰ Master the Detective Career
✰ Have one dog.
✰ Master any skills you want
✰ Have 2 children.
Gen 11: Mikaela Malfoy
*No picture*
You are a witch and you have been accepted into Hogwarts. I know I know, there's no Harry Potter theme school. Anyways... You love to make potions and learn the dark side of magic.
Aspiration: Any love aspirations
Traits: Family oriented, creative, bookworm
Rules
✰ Complete all of potions that are in the game.
✰ complete all the spells that are in the game.
✰ Marry you're brother's enemy
✰ Master the law career (any branch)
✰ Renew your vows when you are an elder
✰ have 1 child (if you have twins or triplets, PICK ONE)
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can i ask for all of the 10?
alrighty *cracks knuckles* imma try my best
warning: lots of rambling under the cut
Merlin Interrupted
ok so i explained this wip in another ask but the short version is my OC, Nessa, has entered the playing field (Camelot/Albion) and shakes up the show's plot so much that now we got an early magic reveal, more intel on Morgana's descent, and a new antagonist
Things Dr. Geyer Notices
as i'm sure you've noted, i've been sort of venting about this fic bc i was originally intending (i swear, truly) for this fic to be a cute one-shot where over the span of season 4-6, David Geyer (Liam's stepdad) would begin to pick up on the crazy supernatural shit going on. HOW-EVER, i am 3 chapters deep (6.5k words) and only halfway through with this story.
*sighs* i am enjoying the fic tho. am i taking creative liberties by inventing my own love story/dynamic with David and Jenna? absolutely! and you would too for the sake of giving Liam the best parents ever. tbh i have more of the 2nd half of this fic imagined than the 1st half (which was why i assumed it would be shorter lol who'da thought?). very excited for when i get to the Wild Hunt 😈
The Heirloom
ok, uh, this one is my niche little Lockwood & Co x Teen Wolf (sort of but not really) x OC wip.
essentially, Lockwood & Co, a ghost hunting agency run by teens (and teens only. it makes sense in universe i promise) are hired by Nick Bennet (an OC i have for #9 and as you'll notice, i tend to recycle him and another OC for other wips) to find the source of his father-in-law's ghost so that the house/flat that belonged to his late wife.
it takes place some time in book 3 of Lockwood & Co because I wanted Holly included but also the drama of Lucy Carlyle's Talent issues (sixth sense thing only children and teens gain to see/hear ghosts). AND, i have Theo there who was adopted by Nick (this will make more sense after i explain #10) who shares the same Talent as Lucy (Hearing) and helps out our lovely band of ruffians.
however, as the gang continue to explore the house and its history, they find there's more that meets the eye. news articles are inconsistent about the life the late Lucy Bennet once lived and the relationship her had with her father. both Nick and Theo are partial to this necklace that once belonged to her, but they deny it having any connection to the house and its hauntings.
The Witch & the Knight
so this one is an og wip! what i've got so far is a alternate historical fantasy taking place in medieval France. premise is there's this celestial war (angels vs demons, a classic) headed by a Grim Reaper with their trusty gang that consists of a knight in shining armor and 2 witch sisters (one eager to fight the fight and the other trying to pull said eager sister away from the fight).
this wip is heavy in its themes, historical research, mythological research, worldbuilding....just, a very ambitious story.
i am using it for my final project in my english course bc it gives me the excuse to work on it, and flesh out more of my ideas and concepts. (the big one i'm currently fleshing out is the doomed romance subplot)
i have no intention of having this story be 1 novel. it's a series. i can feel it. the war itself in story will be 10 years and the slow burn both for platonic and romantic relationships is super fucking slow. i've written a couple snippets for this wip, but mostly, i'm still in the plotting and planning stage.
A Lucky Network
tis me batfam wip! it's a epistolary fic and jumps between outsider pov to simple 3rd pov and 2nd pov. it's got mystery, unreliable narrators, and all that jazz. i've got like 80% if this thing finished just the finale part is all i have left.
You have the fic's plot focus on 2 people, Nick and Lucy. Nick is our main pov guy (after Dick) who sort of is in the know about something involving Lucy, but we don't know why. Lucy is our center for all of this chaos. she's why Dick began this investigation into her actions. in the fic, she was taken in by Bruce about 3 or so years after Dick, lived through his angsty teen years, lived with baby jason, had to live with his death, and then have her own angsty arc.
there is like 1 batfam ship in the fic, so if that's not your cup of tea, totally fine! but i have lowkey forgotten to update it on ao3 consistently lol. i'll be sure to get back on that.
Basically Mob Boss Lucy
this is an og wip but taking a similar premise with #5, recycling my main 2 OCs from there (Nick & Lucy bc they're a packaged deal and married), and placing them in a Mob Boss setting. Lucy in this wip is not adopted by a kind and compassionate but is also emotionally constipated man; rather she gets taken in by some douche who saw her on the street and thought "this would get me so much charity points with the media!"
anyway, her life in this story is a lot different with #5 (for one, she's a lot colder and harsher when it comes to treating others that aren't in her inner circle and she's much more sadistic) but i love writing this wip bc i'm getting tired of redemption arcs. i wanna see a girl go batshit and fall into her corruption arc.
The Emrys Shrine
greatly inspired by this ask here
ok, listen: i know the fic i have for this says complete, but i do have a continuation in the works!!! it's in percival's pov and it's basically just him going "hmmmmm Merlin's acting pretty suspicious......"
Witch Boy
OK LISTEN: i know this one also complete when you go to Ao3, but that's just because the 3rd part is being fucking slOW, so i said "fuck it ends nice at ch2 anyway," but i do want to add more.
but yeah, to summarize: fic was inspired by a Halloween fanart i saw and i just ran with it.
A BBC Merlin Military AU Nobody Asked For
so i also already explained this one in another ask but basically it's semi-modern au with bbc merlin cast in the military. which military??? idk it's not important. what's important is that there's pining and hurt/comfort
Lucky's Timeline in Beacon Hills
this one....yeah, this is super self indulgent.
literally recycling Nick and Lucy (Lucky is their ship name bc i do do that with my OCs and there's is super cute) and throwing them into the Teen Wolf universe, and seeing how they'd fare in that world.
what i've got it like 5 different storylines i could take with this wip, but the main consensus is: Lucy adopts Theo, Nick sort of adopts the Puppy Pack bc he decided a coach was the safest job he could apply for and the school didn't ask him a lot of questions (he definitely raised his brows at that)
for this wip, Nick and Lucy originally came from my Lucky Network-verse (but like slightly to the left, meaning she wasn't adopted by Bruce in this verse, meaning i get to play with her being a tad more sadistic) and ended up in Beacon Hills bc teleportation magic run to its extreme can teleport you across dimensions!! who'da known!
but yeah, those are my 10! they are my babies, and i love them dearly. if you have anymore questions are just want to hear me ramble more, you (and anyone else interested) are free to shoot me an ask!
thank you babe for allowing me to just gush about them <3
#ask game#wip ask game#wip game#asks#my wips#my wip#my fics#long post#y'all are absolutely welcome to ask me for more details about this stuff#if given the chance i will not shut up about any of these#i restrain myself bc 1) breathing is a thing and 2) i would be even more annoying#thanks so the ask boo <3#bbc merlin#teen wolf#lockwood & co#original work
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TW: Miscarriage
Drake: I need to talk to my fiancee and check on my kids.
Bodyguard: It's standard, Your Highness. Once we get the all-clear, and the King arrives you'll get your phone back.
Drake: Perfect. And even after nearly dying, my damn sister can't even be in the same room as me.
Liam: Where are they?
Freya: Thank God you're okay.
Liam: Where's your sister?
Emelia: Daddy, I'm fine.
Liam: Your mother and I have been discussing it for some time, but now we must act. Millie and Rayne will be titled to get official protection from the crown.
Drake: It's not what I want for them, but I have to agree. We could have died and we have protection. Do whatever it takes to keep my kids safe, Dad.
Emelia: Daddy -
Liam: Emelia, I won't hear it. Hate me all you wish, but I will not standby and do nothing when it could cost one of you your lives
Drake: Seriously, I didn't think you hated me that much.
Freya: Emelia, that is enough. Our word is final.
Emelia: Stop yelling at me. I- I wasn't going to say. I think I need to go to the hospital.
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holding out for a hero ( iii ) // platonic! mercedes amg
summary: a holiday party at marcus armstrong's house brings changes to y/n's life, in the form of both a british f2 driver she'd rather not show her face around ever again, and a very awkward milestone.
pairing: platonic!mercedes amg f1 x reader, brief olli caldwell x reader
warnings: first kisses, a slew of emotions i don't want to unpack, it's going to be cute and angsty all at the same time, self-deprecation, basically the same warnings as the rest of the series tbh, mentions of an alcohol allergy, paul being a little shit
author's note: this is lowkey based on the story of my first kiss from last december . . . i actually hated it all and we're back to the drawing board on that whole dating thing. i fear my standards may be too high.
this series would make such a good sitcom tbh
"marcus, for the last time, i don't do parties." y/n insisted, frowning at the face on her phone as she stride out of the mercedes building in brackley. "i don't care that i already know most of the people who are going to be there, or that the guys are bringing their girlfriends. the answer is no."
"come on!" marcus armstrong begged on the other end of the facetime call, laughing as the young intern clumsily zipped up her tommy hilfiger jacket, hiding the bottom half of her face under the collar as the wind whipped her face, flakes of snow beginning to fall from the winter sky. "it's not as bad as you're thinking it's going to be. it's literally just at my house, my younger sister is going to be there."
y/n snorted. "come on, armstrong. if you think telling me that your teenaged sister is going to be at the party is a drawing factor, you need to reevaluate things in your life. besides, liam is going to be there and it's going to be ultra painful to see him and his girlfriend being all loved up."
silverstone had been a huge knock to y/n y/l/n's self-confidence. it had taken a lot for her to allow herself to be that vulnerable. to dance in front of the rowdy group of boys, to let her guard down long enough to meet new people, to have a good time.
to tell liam lawson that she thought he was cute, just for liam to shatter her heart into a million peices without even meaning or trying to.
god, she wished she could stop being so sensitive sometimes.
she hadn't been to another race since. she also hadn't spoken directly to liam, occasionally being looped into things on the group chat. as far as she was aware, red bull were shipping him off to japan with cem bolukbasi to run a superformula test.
she was heading back to her car now, the cold air turning her fingers numb as she clutched her phone, digging in her pocket for her car keys.
"i'm not doing it, armstrong."
"and why the bloody hell not? you had a great time in sliverstone, and i'll have james keep liam away from you if that would make you feel better."
y/n had opened her mouth to say something when she felt a pair of hands clapping her on the shoulders.
"she's going." susie wolff insisted. "come on, y/n. you need to get out more. you deserve to let yourself have fun."
"but this party isn't going to be fun, susie."
susie grinned, hands in the deep front pockets of her trench coat. "you won't know unless you try it, kiddo." she turned to the phone. "marcus, she'll be there!"
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y/n stood in front of her mirrored closet door, smoothing her fingers over her hair, drawn back into a tight half-up ponytail kind of style.
"you look great, kiddo!" angela cullen's voice faintly filtered through the phone speakers, a kelsy karter song playing softly from the turntable in the corner.
"ang, i'm going to make a fool out of myself out there." y/n groaned. "i hate parties!"
"but you know these guys, y/n. you know marcus, you know clem and you know fred. you'll be fine. with that being said, if you want to leave early, call one of us."
"oh, you'll definitley be getting some kind of call." she rolled her eyes, stopping the turntable and sliding the shiny black vinyl back into it's sleeve, fairy lights twinkling above her. "what if they don't like me, angela?"
"and what if they love you?"
after bidding the physiotherapist her goodbyes, y/n pocketed her phone and padded across the dusty apartment floor to her kitchen. the apartment felt too big for her to live in on her own, and technically she didn't, but it's not like her roommate was ever home. she sighed to herself, opening the fridge to stare at the almost empty shelf, making a mental note to order her groceries.
if there was anything that gave her anxiety, it was grocery shopping. there was a voice in her head that always seemed to tell her that the cashier ringing her groceries through was judging her, or that that mother with two kids in a stroller was frowning at the nutritional index of meals she hadn't even made yet.
she grabbed the plastic container with the kirkland signature logo, groaning to herself as she realized that the lettuce in her pre-made ceaser salad had gone off.
"fuck me." she muttered, throwing the entire thing in the trash before grabbing a ziploc container filled with sliced peppers, that way she had at least eaten something before she went to the party.
just in case her anxiety stamped out her appetite
her nimble fingers sailed across the keyboard as she texted clement, asking for a ride to marcus'. she had no idea where she was going, and she didn't want to be lost in london this close to the new year.
i'll be at the apartment in twenty, and i've got my girlfriend with me. she can't wait to meet you! you're going to have a great time at marcus'
she took a deep breath, reminding herself to calm down a little. it was just marcus armstrong's house. what could possibly go wrong? they're the same people she had such a great time with at silverstone, right?
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she regretted going to marcus' almost as soon as she walked through the doors to his massive penthouse. at the track, they could pretend that they were all the same. but not here, not out in the real world when y/n walked through the front doors of his doorman building with glass elevators, his penthouse that was bigger than even the townhouse she grew up in with her parents.
in the kitchen, marcus had stacked a sturdy tower of martini glasses. behind them, felipe drugovich was standing on a kitchen chair with a bottle of ferrari trento champagne in his arms.
"i've always wanted to do this!" the f2 champion shouted. "come on, guys. someone get this on tape!"
"dear lord, what are the twenty stooges doing now?" she groaned, leaning against the wall next to jehan daruvala.
jehan laughed. "making a champagne fountain because liam said he saw it in a movie once. felipe wanted to do the honors of puring it, and nobody wants to argue with the f2 champ, especially when he just found out he's not getting a race seat next year, but logan is."
"shit. i guess the feeder series system just isn't working like it used to."
a chorus of cheers from the kitchen island disrupted further conversation, the warm lights shining down on the last person that y/n wanted to see. god, motorsport was a small world, wasn't it?
liam lawson locked eyes with her from across the apartment, giving her a sad and sympathetic smile. she bit her lip to stop from grimacing, meekly waving back.
nobody else knew what had happened between her and liam, and she preferred to keep it that way.
"y/n!" marcus shouted, throwing his arms in the air and waving her over. "come join us!"
"have a drink." clement encouraged, trying to pass her a glass of champagne.
she shook her head. "give it to your girlfriend, novalak. i'm actually allergic to alcohol."
calan williams narrowed his eyes, skeptically sipping from his own glass. "that sounds fake."
y/n laughed, moving closer to the kitchen island. "its a genetic thing. i can't handle anything more than a cooler or a mixed drink. anything stronger will have me throwing up for hours."
"i think there's some smirnoff ice in the fridge." marcus suggested, pointing towards a large cabinet front. ayumu iwasa opened the cabinet, revealing the fridge behind it.
fucking rich people.
"what the hell, pass me one of the peach smirnoff coolers in the door."
"to felipe!" dennis hauger shouted, hefting his beer into the air, arm full of tattoos on display. "our 2022 champion!"
"and to logan, my old teammate!" liam lawson added, throwing his arm around logan sargeant's neck. liam looked drunkest of all, though it seemed like all of the drivers were a wreck. "williams racing's last hope."
she spent most of the night wandering around marcus' massive house, ducking in and out of conversations. she appreciated that the drivers were trying to help her feel at home, but there was still a small part of her that wanted to flee, to run away and sit at home with her emily henry book or watch a korean psychological thriller.
"so who's actually sticking around next year?" jack doohan asked, slumped across marcus' living room sofa. "aren't they cleaning house in f2?" his buzzcut was growing back in, his shaggy blonde hair fitting his face much better, although the look still seemed odd since the length was at that awkward stage.
"it's dennis, you, ayumu, jehan, enzo, theo, me, amaury, roy, ralph." fred vesti started counting off on his fingers, a drunken slur underneath his words if one listened carefully.
"and i'm not going anywhere any time soon!" ralph boomed. "i'm like fernando fucking alonso, motherfuckers! 2023 is going to be my year, just you wait and see!"
"yeah right! the championship is as much yours as it is clem's!" marcus shouted back with a laugh, an aperol spritz in hand as he messed with the stereo.
"oh, fuck you lot." clement laughed, curled up in an armchair with his girlfriend. "you didn't need to do me like that in front of ines, come on, have some class."
"am i forgetting about anyone?" fred hummed. "i skipped clem, but am i missing anyone else?"
"what about zane? he's coming back, yeah?" amaury suggested.
"dude, it's a miracle that you're coming back." dennis snorted. "i thought you were gone for sure after that speeding ticket fiasco. how long did you lose your license for?"
sitting on the couch in between jack and olli caldwell, she felt suffocated. she drew her arms in on herself, trying to create a bubble of space from the aussie on one side and the briton on the other. her palms felt sweaty, her chest heavy.
"are you okay?" olli asked her softly. "do you want to get out of here? we can go for a walk, take a breather?"
she nodded quickly, her voice soft. "please? i love you all, i really do, but this is a bit much."
"yeah, come on. let's grab your jacket." olli encouraged, taking her by the hand as they both slipped out of marcus' living room.
not that anybody noticed they were gone. or that they had left together.
once they were both outside, y/n felt better. the cool breeze on her face, the twinkling christmas lights that had been lit up glowing in the haze as snow began to fall gently.
"so where are you off to next year if it's not f2?" she asked, fingers still laced with olli's as they walked down the sidewalk.
"endurance, i think. alpine are still sponsoring me as a driver, so laurent has been a hige help in trying to find me something else. it's something different, and i'm looking forward to it. what about you?"
"i have no idea." she answered truthfully, dropping olli's hand. "my internship runs out before the season starts in bahrain. then it will be back to the real world, the world where i'm on my own with my five friends and my roommate. i'm hoping that toto will keep me on next year, but i also realize that he might not have that control. it would be a shame to leave, though. i feel like i've finally found my place in this world."
they stopped walking, y/n leaning against the brickwork exterior of marcus' condo complex. olli stood in front of her, hands in his jeans pockets, his breath turning into mist in the air.
"i'm sure it will all work out. and even if mercedes don't take you on, there are so many other motorsports in europe that you can try. and you'll always have us, y/n. any time you want them, i've got wec tickets for you."
"thanks, olli. really."
they drifted into a silence, somewhat easy, somewhat not. olli's hands came up to press against the wall, his face just milimeters from hers. her heart started pounding, anticipation building in her bones.
is this it? is it really happening? is olli caldwell going to kiss me?
and then he leaned in, his lips pressed against hers.
y/n y/l/n had just had her first kiss.
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"so let me get this straight, you finally got your first kiss, a boy actually wanted to go out with you, and you're turning him down?"
"well, when you put it like that!" y/n groaned, face in her hands as she slumped back in her desk chair.
it was the week after marcus armstrong's party, the group sitting in the legal department at the mercedes f1 factory in brackley. she had already told the full story, and her face was pinker than a crush cream soda.
"i just don't understand what your train of thought is here, if i'm being honest." george chuckled. "so caldwell kissed you. what's the big deal?"
"because it was my first kiss, george! i've been thinking it over all weekend, and i felt sick to my stomach when olli texted me the morning after." she groaned, running her hands over her face. "you're going to laugh at me when i tell you why."
"i promise you, we aren't going to laugh, y/n." lewis said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "all of what you're feeling is normal."
she sighed. "it didn't feel the way that the books said it was supposed to feel."
"that's your big reasoning? really?" nyck's tinny voice rang through the speaker on mick shumacher's phone. in abu dhabi, the reserve driver had officially been traded to scuderia alphatauri, and by extension, not allowed into brackley to be privy to this conversation. so, naturally, he was facetimed and looped in anyways.
"mick, can you please mute the traitor." y/n groaned, reaching for the german boy's phone before mick laughed and pulled it out of her reach to mute the call himself.
on screen, nyck was still talking.
"i know it sounds stupid, but i've felt sick about it all weekend. what am i supposed to do, guys?"
"i think that your feeling are vaild, first of all." mick began, "and that maybe olli came on too strong."
mick's finger slipped, unmuting the call enough for nyck to shout. "did i not just say that? were you not listening?"
"you have so much time, y/n." lewis said with a small smile. "but i hope you've learned something about yourself from this, yeah? maybe this was the boost of self confidence that you needed?"
she had thought about the kiss all weekend, hoping that she could make it make sense, and that she wasn't overreacting. and it's not like olli had done anything wrong, although french kissing was a little much for the first date, even when it wasn't even a date, and she was trying to convince herself that telling olli she just wanted to be friends was the best call.
and then, digging deeper, she had to ask herself if she was even ready for a relationship. because when the idea was finally breathing down her neck, the idea of olli, and going on a date, and sharing so much of herself with someone else, it scared the shit out of her.
"he put his tongue in my mouth, lewis!" she whined. "god, i sound like a child."
"he what?" a muffled voice called from the other side of her desk, followed up by a thump and frantic whispering.
"what the fuck?" y/n mumbled, getting out of her desk chair and leaning over the glass cubicle wall. "paul?"
with a shit eating grin on his face, paul aron slipped out from underneath the table, kimi antonelli just behind him. while paul didn't look the least bit apologetic, kimi looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
"i am so sorry, miss. we shouldn't have been listening." the italian boy bowed his head. "but blame paul, it was his idea."
"what, i wanted the office gossip." the estonian boy shrugged. "he french kissed you, and you friendzoned him? that's a little sad."
"paul get out!" y/n snapped. "or i'll call toto and bono!"
the threat of toto wolff was enough to get kimi and paul to dart out of the room faster than the freca cars that they drove. toto didn't know about the kiss, mainly because she knew that he had otmar and laurent on speed dial and would find a way to put the fear of god into oliver caldwell for hurting his intern.
the bond that she had formed with the wolff family wasn't something she would have traded for the world. she found herself calling or texting toto's daughter rosa more often, with the two being of a similar age.
she just hoped that toto liked her enough to keep her around for another season.
"there are plenty of fish in the sea, kiddo." susie wolff added, striding into the office. "and don't worry, i'm not going to tell toto. although, paul and kimi might. take this as a learning experience. and don't take any advice from this lot." she added, whacking george in the back of the head with a file folder.
"why did i feel like that was directed at me?" the man from king's lynn groaned.
"the right boy will come when the time is right. god knows i met toto later in life. and look at us now." susie continued, pulling y/n in for a hug. "come on, we have an investor meeting with monster, and toto wants you there."
"me? he wants me in a meeting with our biggest sponsor?"
lewis laughed. "you need to start giving yourself more credit. you are so loved here, y/n. you have a future in motorsport law, a future here."
mick, lewis and george all exchanged a look, bright smiles on their faces.
"what are you not telling me? is toto keeping me on for next year?"
"we aren't allowed to say anything just yet." george started. "but, i think toto has a soft spot for you."
"put it this way: you'll know before bahrain, and you might want to pack some summer clothes." susie smiled.
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Fic Excerpt - Dinner at the Wellers (from Part IV of 'Been and Gone'
["Shades of Blue" - a little excerpt from Part IV! Liam and Noel have gone over to Paul and Hannah Weller's for dinner. Enjoy, hopefully you'll have the full thing soon! <;3]
When they get back to the kitchen, JP and Bowie have Liam cornered at the breakfast bar, both boys holding out a matching set of assault-style Nerf guns. Noel wanders over, dropping down into the seat nearest Liam. Weller slips around the counter to press a kiss to Hannah’s cheek, muttering something low in her ear that makes her smile as she’s stirring a fresh pitcher of virgin Moscow Mules.
Noel turns back to the kids.
“The banana clip only holds 10 darts,” Bowie’s explaining, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. “But you can put extra in the back.”
“And they’re modular--” JP interrupts. “Mine’s set up like a sniper rifle, but you can make it like a blaster, or like a machine gun-- see?!”
“Oh right,” Noel tries to look interested.
“That’s why it’s called ‘the Modulus’-- it means ‘customizable’, you can change all the parts around--”
“The stock is shit though, it’s really flimsy. But the action’s good--”
“How far can it shoot?” Liam asks curiously.
“Like seventy-five feet!”
“We measured!”
“We had to go to the park to do it. We don’t have enough room in the garden.”
“It was pretty windy, though. So the wind might’ve carried it.”
“It wasn’t that windy--”
“We made targets! D’you want to try it?”
“Right, both of you fuck off now--” Weller cuts in, pulling his arms away from Hannah. “Your Mum’s almost got dinner ready, so go and clean up the patio. I don’t want to be stepping all over your darts and action figures-- and ask her what needs carried outside--”
“Can we eat outside, too?” Bowie rests his gun over one shoulder.
“No. You pick out a movie with your sister. Best decide that now, or I’ll pick for you.”
“But we want to eat with Uncle Liam!” JP whines.
Bowie nods, wrinkling his nose. “And Nova’ll just pick Frozen, again.”
“Not a chance. Now put those fucking guns away, clean up and make yourselves scarce. You can entertain yourselves for a couple of hours.”
The boys trudge off towards the staircase, assault rifles thumping dejectedly against their knees.
Hannah lets out a long sigh, setting down a couple of spritzy mules in copper mugs. “I never wanted to encourage any sort of infatuation with guns or violence, but all their friends had them, and eventually they just wore me down!”
“My nephews ‘ave got some mad little shooters like that. It’s like fucking Scarface, everytime I go over there.”
“Oh, Sonny and Donovan?” Hannah brightens, slipping on a pair of oven mitts. “They’re both such lovely boys. We had Sonny over for a playdate, once!”
“Nah, Debbie’s sister’s kids. Not met his just yet.”
“Oh!” Hannah pops up and blows a piece of hair from her face. She’s holding a casserole dish straight from the oven. She slides the dish onto the hob. “Right-- oh, Nova darling, Liam’s not a jungle gym--”
Nova’s come up to Liam’s chair with a colouring book in one hand, and she starts clamouring up to crawl into his lap. She’s tiny, and she’s got all kinds of sparkly little barrettes clipped into her bright blonde hair. Anais used to love all that girly-girl stuff.
“She’s alright.” Liam helps her up, and Noel has to move his drink out of the way of her colouring book. “You got markers or summat, darling?”
“Oh she’s left them in the living room-- Paul love, can you get Nova’s pencils? They’re over there on the coffee table-- thanks darling.”
Weller goes off and comes back with a clear, glittery little plastic case. He drops it on the breakfast bar, pressing a kiss to his daughter’s temple.
“D’you want me to-- d’you want her back?” Liam makes an aborted motion, hands hovering as if to pluck her up.
Paul shakes his head and settles into the chair next to Noel, watching the pair of them. “She likes you. Don’t normally warm up to strangers so fast.”
“All kids like Liam.” Noel bumps his shoulder into Liam’s. “Don’t they, our kid?”
Liam shrugs, not really looking at Weller; instead watching Nova zip open her pencil case, spilling the assortment of colours all over the counter.
“You can colour too, if you want,” Nova suddenly pipes in a soft, sweet little voice.
Hannah slips off her oven mitts, regarding the little scene from across the counter. “That’s very nice of you to share with Uncle Liam, darling.”
Liam’s eyes flick up to Hannah, wide and uncertain for a moment, still with that same bruised quality of before. Noel can see everything, every doubt. God, Liam really should’ve worn sunglasses.
“Go on then,” Hannah nods, smiling all warm and encouraging.
“Which colour d’you want?” Nova twists around to look up at Liam. “I’ve got lots.”
“Erm,” Liam looks from the little girl in his lap to the pile of pencils. “Not sure. I like blue.”
“These are all blue.” Nova gathers a little handful of Turquoise, Indigo, Navy, Robin’s Egg, Cornflower, Cerulean, and Baby blue.
“What d’you reckon?” he asks gently.
She studies the pencils carefully before selecting one. “I like this one best. It’s good for sky.”
“Ta much,” he says, and takes the pencil.
Nova points to the page, and Liam sets to work; filling a black and white world with lovely, beautiful colour.
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Scott McCall- The Wrong Person
I head over to Lydia’s house to hang out with everyone as usual. Once I arrive I see Allison’s car and immediately feel guilty and upset. You see I've like Scott for a while now, but nothing can ever happen because Scott is dating Allison. Allison and I used to be really close but once I started to get feelings for Scott I had to distance myself from them both. I walk into the house and walk outside where all the noise is coming from
"Ahhh YN finally your here I feel like I haven't seen you in ages" Allison runs to me and hugs me
"Yeah sorry about that" I hug her back
"Hey YN where have you been. Your never round anymore. I miss my best friend" Scott now walks over to us and pulls me into a hug. I quickly pull away
"I thought Stiles was your best friend"
"You know you and Stiles are on par of being my best friends" I roll my eyes and smile, maybe pretending that I don't fancy my best friend and my best friends boyfriend won't be so bad. I walk away over to Stiles who is sat with Liam and Lydia on the couch next to the pool
"Hey YN" Stiles stands to hug me
"How are you doing, you know after what you told us the other week?" Lydia asks, I guess she's kinda replaced Allison in the sense I now tell Lydia everything that I would normally tell Allison
"I don't know I feel awful, guilty, just a horrible person"
"It's just a small crush. You'll get over him" Liam says putting his arm around my shoulder
"She'll get over who?" I hear Scott behind us "who do we need to look into? What's his name?"
"No one don't worry about it" I say staring at Liam mad
"Come on YN you use to tell me everything"
"Dude leave it yeah" Stiles says
"What's going on?" Allison now walks over with the others
"Nothings going on" I say annoyed
"YN has a crush and won't tell me who" Scott crosses his arms as he sits opposite me, Allison follows and sits on his lap. I look at Stiles and he pulls me in for a hug
"Wait are you two?" Allison points between me and Stiles
"Eww no she's like a sister to me"
"Then who is it?"
"Just drop it" I stand up and walk into the house and sit down on the couch.
How is this my life? How did I get into this mess? Allison is one of my best friends how could I do this to her? How could I be such a bitch? I know nothing could ever happen between me and Scott but how do I get over him? How do I stop these feelings? How do I stop the jealousy? My thoughts are interrupted but Scott sitting next to me
"You gonna talk?" I can feel the tears already threatening to fall "come on YN I know you, whatever this is it's ruining you so spill"
"Fine. There's this guy and I really like him..."
"Ok so talk to him. Do I know him?" I chuckle
"Really well. But he has a girlfriend and I dont know how to stop feeling jealous whenever he and his girlfriend are together, it's so bad of me but I don't know what to do. I don't want to split them up, but it's hard seeing them together and the worst part is I'm so close to these people" I see Scott’s face scrunch as if he's trying to think of who it is
"Derek and Braeden?" He asks, I sigh and shake my head
"No you and Allison"
"Oh" Scott turns and leans on his knees with his hands covering his mouth
"I'm sorry I like you, but I just don't know what to do" I wipe the tears falling
"Is this why you've been distant lately" I nod my head
"Oh YN I had no idea"
"I know. I only told Stiles, Lydia and Liam and now you. God I'm a horrible person" I stand up and run my hands over my face
"No your not. Things like this happen..."
"But it shouldn't. I've ruined my friendship with you and Allison and now I..."
"YN that's enough" Scott stands up and holds my shoulder "you have not ruined anything. Your still my best friend. We will figure that out I promise"
"Allison’s gonna hate me"
"No she won't, because you've be hiding this and trying to get ride of those feelings. Allison’s got some makeup wipes, I'll go and get some and we can join the others" Scott goes off towards the group outside. I wait for a few minutes when Allison comes in holding the wipes
"YN I had no idea that you were feeling like that"
"You heard?" I say embarrassed
"Yeah”
“Did then others hear?”
“Yeah. You left the door open, but like Scott said we're gonna figure this out ok" Allison hugs me and I break down even more.
Time skip 3 months
Since talking to Scott and Allison things have been getting better. I no longer see Scott in that way and with the thanks to Lydia I have been on a few dates, but I’m still single. I’m sure I’ll find the right guy soon.
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WIP Wednesday
Title: The Cost of Betrayal
Fandom: Mass Effect: Andromeda
Characters: Lucas Ryder (Pathfinder), Kaelyn Ryder, Reyes Vidal
Genre: angst
"Vidal," Lucas said on a growl and raised his pistol, aimed it at Reyes.
Reyes entered, holding up his hands in a placating manner. "Ryder, listen to me."
"Oh, you're done saying pretty words." Lucas practically snarled the words as his gun hand twitched. "You used those on Kaelyn and that's how you managed to steal her away. The last ones you'll utter will be the location where you're keeping my sister." He raised his weapon further, looked through the sight at Reyes' heart. "Now."
"I didn't take her, Lucas."
His finger trembled on the trigger. "Liar."
Reyes remained standing with his hands in the air, the only thing indicating his stress being the tight lines around his mouth. "Ryder, please," he said softly, eyes never leaving Lucas' face, "I don't know what Sloane told you, but I did not kidnap your sister. I have no reason to."
Lucas scoffed, "Right." He lowered his pistol slightly, but still kept it pointed at the exile. "You wouldn't want to try and get at the implant in her head for your own gain? Sounds like something you'd do."
Reyes' eyes changed, expression turning contemplative, then angry. "That's what she told you? You would believe I could kill Kaelyn?" He lowered his arms and stepped forward. Took another one when no one shot at him. "Lucas, think. Sloane is manipulating you. I have no reason for wanting to piss you off. I wanted to work together, but you chose Sloane, who has always hated the Nexus. Think, man!"
Vetra coughed, drawing everyone's attention. "It makes sense, Ryder." Lucas snapped his head around to glare at the turian, who added, "Lower your gun and we'll figure this out."
"There's nothing to figure out! I don't even really fucking care why he took Kaelyn, but he took her!"
Drack stepped forward, sheathing his gun as he grunted. "You're hurting, kid - in more ways than I can count. You're desperate and don't want to lose your sister, I get that. But you know Sloane's story doesn't make sense."
"Lyn wouldn't go into the Badlands alone without telling us," Liam spoke up. "Not even for him," he said with a nod toward Reyes. "Not now."
Lucas finally lowered his gun completely and shook his head. He raised his hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his noise between two fingers. Clenching his eyes shut, he shook his head again. "No. Reyes lies. Sloane can't."
"What?" Cora asked softly, everyone else staring at him with various incredulous expressions on their faces.
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