#liam at the end just melts my heart

[dearhargrove]

Please pls pls write for Eddie Diaz🥺

Sleepover

Eddie Diaz x reader

summary You're on the way to pick up your son, Liam, but it's hard to get him to go home when he's begging to sleepover at his new friends house. Turns out you don't mind as much when you met said kid and his dad.

word count 995

tags fluff, reader simping over Eddie, kind of open ending

a/n I got this idea randomly so I hope you like this <3

part two

masterlist

“Liam!” You call out when you spot your eight year old son busy playing with another kid. Usually whenever he heard you he'd come running; with every year he turns older you expect his clinging to reduce but it never does. Not like you mind, he may be eight now but he's still your baby.

But today he just glances and waves before continuing to giggle and talk with his new friend.

You're surprised as he usually never stuck with one kid, most of the time he'd even stay by himself. It worried you, even when you figured he just preferred to be by himself and did it by choice and not because he was left out.

One of the teachers at the side shrugs with a smile after seeing Liam and his new friend.

You approach them and put a hand on Liams back before bending down and kissing the top of his head. “Hey, buddy. Did you make a new friend?”

He grins and nods eagerly, “Chris! We've been playing all day. He's my best friend!” You chuckle at the eager introduction and wave at Chris, who looked almost shy if not for the cute grin.

“Well in that case, it's nice to meet you, Chris.” He politely holds out his hand, “It's nice to meet you too, ma'am.” He says quietly and slowly. You melt on the spot and gently shake his hand.

Your son stands up quick enough to knock the top of his head into your chin, leaving you to grunt in pain as he excitedly bounces in his spot. “I have to sleepover at Chris' house!”

Your eyebrows raise as the two boys continue making plans about tonight. You don't want to be the killjoy but for one you had never met the other parents nor had they met you. Otherwise you would've easily agreed; you were just happy Liam had finally made a friend.

“Alright, boys, I'm afraid this won't work out… We don't even know if Chris parents are going to agree,” you say and pointedly look at your son who's about to pout (you couldn't resist him and you would not let him make you feel bad about making a reasonable decision).

“My dad will say yes. He always says yes.” Chris says seriously and pushes his glasses up with his index. You smile as both of them look at you with equally big, pleading eyes.

“I will say yes to what?”

You almost give yourself whiplash with how fast you turn around because whose voice is that sexy? You'd never heard anyone talking that attractive.

And surely when you look at him you basically faint. Brown hair that seemed to be a grown out buzz cut, brown eyes and white teeth with a grin that makes your heart actually stop for a second.

“Sleepover!” Liam yells and then turns shy when the man looks at him with a smile that should be illegal to look that good. “A sleepover? That sounds exciting.” He gets even more attractive in your eyes when he leans over and kisses Chris’ head in greeting. So he was great with kids too? Wow.

He then fixes his gaze on you and you do everything in your power not to fluster as he rakes his eyes over you and back up to look right into yours. “Hey, I'm Eddie. Chris is my son.” He extends his hand and you shake it before remembering to introduce yourself as well.

He smiles at you through it and if it wasn't for Liam gently clinging to your hand as he and Chris watch you and Eddie talk you'd have actually lost it.

“So these two want to have a sleepover?” The boys both yell in agreement and you laugh, shushing your son a bit. Eddie looks at you with a questioning look and you shrug your shoulders. He had something trustful about him and with the way he acted with both the kids he already checked a few boxes.

But still, this was your son and you wouldn't leave him overnight with - practically - a stranger.

“My dad is a firefighter, he will protect us.” Chris mentions and you look at Eddie in surprise. He chuckles a bit bashfully but nods, “I'm with the 118.” You hum in recognition, “I work at the dispatch center.” He looks surprised now and you chuckle as he comments, “That's a coincidence.”

After that conversation flows easy and after probably fifteen minutes is Liam who pulls your sleeve with an impatient pout. You coo and pick him up with ease, letting him wrap his arms around your neck as he sleepily rests against you.

“Chris is clingy too, I feel like I shouldn't be indulging him so much, but…” Eddie starts and you see him ruffling Chris’ hair with a fond look as the boy looks at his dad with pure adoration.

“It's hard to resist. Yeah, same here.” You hum and both of you laugh a bit.

The teacher takes note of both the kids being picked up and you start walking to the parking lot after getting the backpacks. Chris is on crutches you note and slow your steps for him to comfortably keep up.

“Sleepover?” Liam asks again after - you were quite sure - a nap. Eddie tilts his head and looks at you, giving you the chance to decide.

Wow. So far he's more than just a green flag.

“How about we do a few meet ups first?” You suggest and both boys groan but ultimately agree.

Eddie nods and after letting Chris into the car he turns back to you and holds out his phone with a small smile, “Just so we can, you know, organize their play dates.”

Your heart actually stops for a second before resuming twice as fast and you take his phone to put your contact in.

“I'll see you around.” You smile and wave, Eddie grinning too as he waves and gets in the car.

#911 fanfic #911 show #911 abc #911 fox #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz #Eddie Diaz fanfic #ryan guzman

[barcalover86]

End of beginning

A never-ending friendship

Book

Chapter four

Your body suddenly can't move.

What the hell did you do last night?

Bia is still sleeping in bed with your new friends besides her, and you are the only one awake. You were trying to remember what happened after the game, but nothing was coming out of your mind.

You weren't that stupid to send him a n*de.. or were you?

But if that happened, someone would have stopped you. But on the other side, all of you were drunk and immature.

And if you really sent him a n*de of yourself , then it will be all over Internet. Just like the other photos of you two together.

You screwed up bad..

Finding the courage to open up his messages alone, not wanting to wake anyone up this early in the morning, you are even more shocked when you see his text.

Before you click on the photo he sent you, you read what he wrote you.

I am happy that you looked at the match, and I'm also sorry for the gossip that it's going around right now. I hope I didn't cause damage to your relationship.

Relationship? What relationship?

You were the one who thought that you made Gavi and his girlfriend break up. But he was thinking something completely untrue. You don't have a boyfriend and you never did.

Right now, you were trying to think who could be that boy he saw you with. But as you were trying to remember who he was, you suddenly realised that he also sent you a photo.

You opened your phone again, tapping to his account.

When you counted to three, you clicked on his photo, and your heart melted at his sight.

It was a selfie of him and Lewandowski, smiling at you. He also wrote on it that brought us good luck .

That? What that?

Now you begin to think again what picture could you have sent him to.

And if somehow it was a n*ude.. did he really show it to everyone else around him?

But you weren't the type of person to do that. Even when drunk. It just wasn't your personality.

So.. your photo brought him luck? You smiled a bit.

Oh, and then you realised that Gavi actually texted you. Well, you texted him first, but he replied.

And he was also having you at his following list. That's.. Nice. You smile once again.

"Bia, wake up!"

"Hm?"

"Gavi texted me!"

When everyone heard that, they all got up immediately.

"He did what?" asked Lucas.

"He texted me, look."

"Screenshot his photo," Bia said, and before you could stop her, Lucas already did a screenshot on your phone.

"What! No, now he's going to see it!!!!"

"And? It's better than not having the photo? I bet he made it by himself just for you."

You think about it. Maybe..

"Uhhh" you groaned, sitting on your bed. "Do I have to reply to him?"

"What's even with that question? Of course you have to!?"

"But what do I say?"

"Just, I don't know. Congrats on your win?" Liam says.

"But then he'll let her on seen." Laura interrupts. "It has to be something like, congrats to your win, you did amazing. How are you feeling after the game?"

"Of course he feels happy, they won?"

"Bia, I mean if he is tired or in good shape. Maybe he got injured, which I don't think so. He'll get the question, right, Lucas?"

He looks at her while thinking what to answer.

"Boys often misinterpret questions like that."

You nodded. "Then what do I say?"

"In my opinion, you should really add the congratulations part. It's important." Lucas says. "Boys like to feel important and appreciated.

"Ok, so first I'm saying congrats. After?"

Silence. Everyone is thinking.

"Should I go with something like I hope your training goes good today?"

"Ah, I don't know-"

"I got it!!!" Laura says. "Just reply to his photo with a photo and you can add there the text you want to say. He'll sure be curious on your photo."

"Yesss! That's it! But I have to be pretty. Everyone, help me!!"

They all helped you with a pretty outfit, your hair and makeup, and after about 1 hour, you were ready to take the picture.

Smiling widely, you sent a photo of you saying congratulations on your win, guys. you did amazing. visca barça.

Perfect. Now you wait.

..................................................................................

Today, waiting for his reply, you walked around Barcelona, chatting and laughing. You stopped near your friends' restaurant and started singing and dancing traditional Spanish songs until the L family was ready to close.

All the time you were looking at your phone, hoping for a text from Gavi who seemed like wouldn't come.

When you said your goodbyes, you and Bia went to drink something near your hotel. When you were talking about your future college, your phone buzzed, and you freezed.

"So??"

You look at her with a big smile.

"Gavi."

"I wanna see, I wanna see!"

Bia was whining just like a little kid, but you were also so excited to read his text.

Well, he sent you another photo.

He seemed like he was in a bedroom, assuming it was his, smiling into the camera and having his thumb up. He was adorable.

If you want more photos of me, tell me. You don't have to screenshot. Also, you didn't tell me about your boyfriend. Is he mad?

"He is definitely flirting with you!"

"I don't know.."

"Well he totally is. Reply to him."

You took a quick photo of you, with your orange juice on your hands, smiling sweetly.

I'm sorry about that. A friend of mine screenshoted it accidentally. And about my relationship, I don't know where that came from. I'm single.

After 5 minutes, he replied.

"Wow, y/n. He is quick. I told you he is into you!"

Now, it was a photo with half of his face saying my bad, sorry. so are you still asking for pictures?

You did a similar picture as he did last time, and wrote first of all, I didn't ask for any pictures, second of all wouldn't your girlfriend be upset that you are talking with me?

"Are you sure you want to send that?" Bia asked you.

"Well even if he is Pablo Gavi, if he has a girl at home, he has to right not talk to other girls."

After about 20 minutes, he replied.

The photo was again with half of his face saying that are u jealous, y/n?

You blushed hard.

"Ooooo, he is flirting with youu."

"Shut up, he is typing.:

"Let's get home. We can't stay here for another hour. We also have to look for colleges."

You nodded and while you were walking back to your hotel, you were looking intensely at your phone.

Right when he was about to send his text, your mom was calling you.

You groaned hard while Bia was laughing.

"Yes?"

"Hi, sweetheart. How are you?"

"Mama, I'm kinda busy. I'll call you later, ok?"

"Did something happen? Are you ok?"

"Yes, don't worry. We are heading to our hotel. I'll call you there, ok? Bye."

"Bye, don't forget to!"

After ending the call, you go to see what Gavi said.

You blushed even harder.

"Whatt???? I wanna see too."

Yes, I am a footballer, but I don't cheat. I don't have a girlfriend and I didn't have one recently either. I think you know a lot about me, but I just know your name. Wanna meet me tomorrow at 13 after my training to show you the museum from Camp Nou? I promise I won't steal you. Bring a friend if you want. I'll bring Fermin too.

"Say yes, say yes, say yes!"

"I don't know, Bia. I feel like it's happening too fast."

"It's the right time, trust me. When fo you want him to ask you out. A day before we return home? Say yes!"

You slowly nodded, accepting his offer." You'll come with me."

"You didn't have to ask." she says super excited.

See you then.

You replied.

He liked your message.

"Today we have to go shopping. We need new chlotes."

#fc barca #fc barcelona #football #pablo gavi #pablo gavira #pablo martín páez gavira #gavi #gavi imagine #gavi x reader #gavi x yn #gavi x you #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi imagine #boy pablo #pablo x reader #fermin lopez #pablo gavi x you

[sanjuwrites]

wip wednesday

and she's back with a bang! sorry y'all, finals and chronic illness are kicking my ass, but i am offering up everything i have managed to write in apology <3

thanks to @welcometololaland, @honeybee-taskforce, @sznofthesticks, @paperstorm, @alrightbuckaroo, @carlos-in-glasses, and @theghostofashton for tagging me!

now that i have you - tarlos

His eyes close involuntarily, and he’s thrown back to that night three years ago. 

The press of Carlos’s mouth against his inner thigh makes TK moan, arm thrown over his eyes. “Jesus, Carlos, are you trying to kill me?”

Carlos kisses a path up TK’s chest, pressing a kiss to his neck, “Just the opposite, actually. I’ve never felt more alive, TK, maybe it’s time you get with the program.”

TK melts into the mattress, letting the arousal and heat crawling up his spine take over. 

They’ll discuss this in the morning. 

TK woke up to a cold mattress, an empty apartment, and a broken heart. 

Carlos never brought up that night, and TK never pushed. 

It was easier to have this part of Carlos, rather than none of him. That’s what he told himself every time he saw Carlos with another man.

[redacted] - firstprince

And Alex – his beautiful, bright, sunshine Alex – wraps his hand around the mic, pulling it out of the stand and walking to the end of the stage, leaning into the crowd at the front of the pit. “Good evening, Los Angeles! Are we having fun tonight?” 

The crowd screams uproariously, and Alex laughs, throwing his head back. Henry’s lost to the magic of it all, watching magnetically as he tracks every movement Alex makes. Alex folds down onto the edge of the stage gracefully, swinging his legs back and forth, “Okay, so as most of you know, it’s usually this part of the set that I usually sing a song or two from [EP name] but I’m doing something a little different tonight!” 

Right on cue, Liam hits the opening notes of a song on his guitar, and Spencer follows on his drums. It takes Henry, as well as everyone else, a moment, but quickly, the crowd starts screaming again. 

My friends call me a loser

'Cause I'm still hanging around

Henry knows that no one, save for Bea, June, Nora and Pez know about the two of them, but Henry feels like he might as well skywrite the fact that they’re hooking up across LA. 

You said, "Baby, no attachment"

But we're

Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out

Is it casual now?

And Henry’s thrown back to that time where the two of them, quite recklessly, blew each other in the backseat of his town car as Henry took Alex back to the airstrip to send him off to his next tour stop. He thought it was just sex to Alex, didn’t – couldn’t – dare hope it was anything more. 

But, Henry thinks faintly as he watches June and Nora swap looks across him, they’re well past casual now. Alex is basically screaming it at him.

i'm not sure who's done this yet, so i'm going to tag @bonheur-cafe, @heartstringsduet, @liminalmemories21, @fallout-mars, and @lightningboltreader!

#sanjuwrites #tarlos #firstprince #911 lonestar #rwrb

[shipmistress9]

Some Things Will Never Change

Fandom: Fourth Wing -- The Empyrean

Pairing: Xaden/Violet -- Riorgail

Rating: Teen

Summary: Just a soft morning, years after the events of the books.

. o O o .

It’s early morning as I stand at the large window in our living room and gaze out at the land around us, a hot mug of coffee warming my hands. Soft grass-covered hills with dew glistening in the morning sunlight, broken apart by rough cliffs. To the left, I can just see the entrance to the cave our dragons live in, and in the distance, the wide ocean is beckoning, the sound of the waves sometimes audible even from up here. It’s beautiful, and even after all these years, I’m still stunned that we made it this far.

I feel Xaden behind me even before his hands wrap around my waist, his warmth against my back, and he lowers his head to place a soft kiss to where my neck and shoulder meet.

“Morning, love of my life.”

I chuckle, both at his words and at the way his sleep-rough voice sends a shiver down my spine, setting my body alight in an instance. How does he still do that?

“Morning,” I hum back at him, tilting my head to give him better access. My eyes flutter shut as he trails a path of kisses up my neck, lingering on that spot at the side of my throat that aways makes my knees go weak before moving further, his breath tickling behind my ear. “It’s lovely, isn’t it?”

Xaden grunts in affirmation, but I don’t think he meant the view. I’m not sure I did, either. I lean back against his chest, all but melting against him as his hands roam up my sides and I turn my head to seek his lips with mine. It’s a slow kiss, full of emotions and tenderness. It’ll change soon, I know it, but for the moment it is everything I ever wanted, this closeness, the assurance that there will always be a ‘we’, that until the end of our days, we won’t be separated.

His hands tighten, the emotions overflowing through our bond. It’s nearly enough to bring tears to my eyes, and I lift my hand to bury my fingers in his soft hair, to hold him close, to feel as our lips part, our tongues meeting in that dance they know all too well.

“Urgh, really? Before breakfast? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Xaden’s lips twitch into a grin, mirrored by my own, before we part and look over at where Liam just left his bedroom. At now twelve years old and after his latest growth spurt, he looks exactly like a younger—and much lankier—version of Xaden. Well, except for the eyes. Those, he got from me, and when he’s happy, the blue in them outshines the brown, as if his name-sake is smiling back at us through our son.

“Of course, before breakfast,” Lilith pipes up at her older brother from behind him, yawning as she rubs her eyes. “Didn’t you get used to that by now?” She trudges over into the kitchen, strands of her long brown hair sticking in every direction from where they escaped her messy night braid.

Liam grunts and rolls his eyes, following her to help set the table. “You’d think they eventually get past that stage,” he grumbles.

“Evidently not,” Lilith says in her currently standard know-it-all tone, sounding a little exasperated.”

I can’t help but smile, at their exchange but also at how Xaden’s hands move down to curl around my round belly. “He’s right, you know?” I turn in Xaden’s arms, my hands resting on his chest. “You’d think we eventually get past this stage…” This stage where all I can see and think about is him, where everything else stops existing the moments he enters a room. Where my heart and soul belong to him, entirely, irrevocably, forever.

And of course, it changed. Our two—soon three—children hold an equal share of our affection. And yet…

“I hope it never changes,” Xaden purrs into my mind, his lips finding mine again. “This craziness between us. The fire. I never want it to end.”

I chuckle. “Same…”

“Besides,” he mumbles against my lips, his arms holding me close. “I told you so the first night we spent together, and so many times since then. I’ll never get enough of you.”

. o O o .

AN: I was in dire need of some fluff. Hope someone enjoys. 😊

**Inspired by a comment from my own 12yo 😆**

#Riorgail #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #fanfiction #fluff #iron flame spoilers #fourth wing #iron flame #rebecca yarros #the empyrean

[soulofapatrick]

Feigning Innocence - Liam Dunbar

Y/N's POV:

Liam couldn't sleep after facing the berserkers and every night for the last three weeks has been crawling into my bed to stop the nightmares and for the most part it's been working. Except waking, cuddled up to the pup has led it a few awkward moments between us but honestly? Liam's pretty fit, it's just the somewhat questionable academic gap as I'm two years above him but age... he's barely a year younger than me.

This time I'm woken by the young pup moving about shuffling about, grumbling to himself about how he just can't get comfortable let alone sleep making me groan in slight annoyance. I love the pup but boy if he doesn't stop moving I'll kick him out. Not wanting to really do that I'm rolling over before I can realise what I'm actually doing, grabbing him and manhandling him until we're spooning, my body wrapped around his. One of my legs ends up between his, his head resting on my left arm while my right holds him around the waist.

"Stop wriggling," I whisper, a shiver running through me when he whines softly before shifting a bit more so his back is pressed against my chest and his right hand comes to rest over mine on his waist until he's finally still. I can't help myself when I press my face into the back of his neck, feeling him tremble slightly until he's falling back to sleep and I follow shortly.

Waking up with Liam is always amazing because he's always there and always pressed into my side. Today he's currently snoozing on top of me, his arms loosely holding on any part of me he could grab so one of my hands and the other on my shoulder. I want to move but at the same time I can't disturb the pup as he just looks so cute and innocent so my free hand cards through his soft caramel locks. My heart melts and I fall even further in love with him when he lets out a soft sound, wriggling around until his face is buried in the crook of my neck and suddenly I'm glad it's Saturday.

I know Liam is awake when he begins to shift his hips, feigning innocence as I try to hold in a groan because he knows exactly what he's doing by the smile I feel against my neck so I hiss in mock anger, "I will kick you out of the bed if your don't stop moving," causing him to let out a quiet laugh before stopping his movements for only a few seconds, "Liam," I add warningly and he just whines, making me realise I would give Liam anything he ever wanted.

"I'm hungry," He mumbles against my neck, causing me to involuntarily roll my eyes as they wolves are always hungry, "Stiles is cooking."

"Go on down, I'll join you in a moment..." All thoughts leave my mind when Liam's lips attach themselves to my neck, sucking and lapping lightly at the vein just below my jaw line, drawing a moan from my throat as that's a weak spot for me. He bites lightly before his tongue soothes over the now tender skin.

"I'll see you down there," He leaves me there, climbing off the bed and making his way towards the door. Before he can even open the door I'm up and spinning him before slamming his back into the wall, "Y/N?"

"You do not get to tease me and just leave it at that," I growl out, pinning his hands above his head, knowing full well that he could easily get out of this with his werewolf strength if he wanted to. The gasp hitching in Liam's throat when I bring my lips close to his but not quite there is enough to let me know he's more that okay with this, "Good boy," The low whisper makes him whine before I'm pressing my lips to his, relishing in the sweet taste that is just Liam.

"Y/N." He whines again when I step away and just open the door, leaving to see what exactly Stiles is cooking and looking forward to the future Liam and I have now.

#liam dunbar x reader #liam dunbar #liam dunbar x male reader #liam dunbar oneshot #teen wolf #teen wolf x y/n #teen wolf x male reader #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x oc

[formula-one-two-three]

I Wanna Be Yours - Liam Lawson

Warnings: fluff, strangers to lovers, Liam Lawson x Verstappen!Reader, mentions of alcohol, a bit of bad language

Author note: I keep falling off the face of the earth I'm so sorry, I hope you like this even though it really doesn't make too much sense and is really bad (P.S. for those of you that read my Marcus fic, I apologise for doing Felipe dirty like that)

Being Max’s sister was a full time job. Having to console him after a bad race, or picking him up after having one too many drinks generally appeared on your schedule. This meant you basically followed him around the world during his racing season. 

You were currently in Monza in Italy, and although Max would not be racing until free practice two in the afternoon, due to a young driver taking over FP1, you were hanging around the garage. You were watching the hustle and bustle of the garage go by, with several people reviewing stats, and another group excitedly chatting about the number of fans attending the weekend. 

Your observations were soon interrupted by several of the engineers applauding, and you soon noticed this was because of the incredible time put in by the young driver, putting him in P9 at the end of the session. woah you thought. Soon, the royal blue car was being wheeled back into its place in the garage, and this mysterious driver was jumping out of the car, donned in the familiar red bull overalls. 

He took his helmet, and smiled at you, which made you realise you had been staring. Luckily, Max’s media rep interrupted, asking if you had seen Max. You pointed her in the right direction, and you were about to exit the garage when a strong New Zealand accent stopped you. “You’re Max’s sister, right? I’m Liam by the way” he explained, extending his hand to you. You shook it “Y/n. Nice drive by the way” Liam laughed awkwardly “Thanks y/n, see you around” Hearing him say your name just made you melt more, as if you weren’t already a puddle on the floor. 

Later that night, you were acting like a teenager, replaying your interaction with him over and over. You had seen him before, and never thought he would actually know who you were. Little did you know, Liam was doing the exact same, tossing and turning, trying to stop his heart beating rapidly whenever he thought about you. He didn’t want to seem weird by calling you by your name, instead he simply asked whether you were Max’s sister. 

At midnight, you crept out of your hotel room to find your brother, who had drunkly texted you from the hotel lobby. You found him there, tipsy but still not able to walk straight. You guided him into the lift, and into his room with only slight protest, that being an argument about whether Max was allowed to be dragged to his room instead of walking. Liam heard all of this, due to his room being on the same floor as yours and Max’s. He opened his door just as you shut Max’s door behind you and started walking towards your room. 

“What happened?” he rubbed his eyes, trying to adjust to the bright hallway. You jumped with shock, not having a clue that anyone had been watching you “Oh my god you scared the life out of me!” You whisper-shouted, clutching your heart. Liam smiled, quietly saying sorry whilst laughing slightly at the way in which you had jumped. “I can’t go back to sleep now” you lied. You had never been asleep in the first place, but you hadn’t lied about not being able to fall asleep. Liam was consuming your thoughts. Liam held his door open wider, motioning for you to come in, and you slipped past him into his room.

“Did we wake you up?” you inquired. “No, no. Of course not” he replied, perching on the bed. You shivered slightly, and he mentally noted it, flipping the covers up “do you want to watch a movie or something” he waved his hand towards the TV opposite his bed. “yeah, for sure. Do you mind..?” you asked, practically already under his duvet. He nodded, and you two put a romcom on, purely for the fun, and for the fact it was too late for horror. 

“I don’t think you understand how many of my thoughts are about you” he exclaims, clutching her hand. “I think about you all the time, sometimes I find myself lying awake, thinking about waking up next to you and kissing you goodnight” she smiles, tiptoeing up to kiss him. “I love you, Patrick, I have loved you since the day I met you” she gases into his chocolate eyes, and kisses him again, string symphonies weaving past them, the camera panning out. ‘STARRING’ burns through the screen in bright white writing and the credits start to roll. 

Liam shuts the TV off with the remote, and looks over to you. You giggle slightly. “What?” he enquires “No it’s just how unrealistic Romcoms are, you know the big declaration of love, and the yearning for one another, it never happens in real life” he chuckles. “True” he remarks, looking back over towards the dark screen. You both fell asleep after that, not caring that you were in the wrong bed.

A MONTH LATER

Liam still thinks about you everyday. Every interaction leaves him giddy and you never fail to cheer him up. You go out of your way to chat to Liam, buying him a coffee, or a snack, or claiming to be comparing stats of red bull juniors just so you could watch him in his races. You and Liam hang out in the evenings of race weekends often, watching a movie like you did that first night, or playing UNO. 

One night, you had just finished yet another 1990s romcom, and you were laughing at the proclamation of love that ended the movie, imitating the characters whilst clutching your stomach, and rolling about with hysteria. You sighed just as your fit of laughter ended, and you and Liam lay in silence for a few minutes. “Have you ever loved someone?” You ask “Only once” he replies “who was she?” “Well, she was hilarious. She 

never failed to make me laugh, or surprise me and everything was so right with her. What about you?” “Just the once too. Made me feel special, and like I wasn’t just Max’s sister. He appreciated me, and made me laugh” you turned to look at him.

You held your eye contact for what felt like hours, almost with a knowing understanding that you were talking about one another, before Liam reached towards you, pulling you in for a romantic kiss. “I don’t know why I didn’t tell you sooner, I guess I was just afraid you wouldn’t feel the same way” you responded by kissing him again, only breaking away when you were desperate for air. “There’s nothing I want more than to be yours” you whispered against his lips. “God, we’re such hypocrites, we sound just like those goddamn cheesy movies” you giggled, and he kissed you once again. That night you fell asleep with your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm and smiling to yourself.

BONUS (this is sometime in the near future)

“Where were you last night? Were you with a boy?” Max pokes his head over your shoulder. You shrug. “What does that mean, how do you not know where you were or who you were with—is that a hickey?” Liam’s head spins around at Max’s raised voice, and Max finally puts two and two together. “Oh you motherfu-“ 

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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

#theo raeken #thiam #liam dunbar #teen wolf #thiam fics #liam dunbar x theo raeken #thiam fic rec #theo x liam #liam x theo #theo raeken x liam dunbar #Thiam fic recs #thiam fanfics #tag game

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Find the Words Tag Game

Tagged By: @laianely - thank you! Rules: Find the words in all your current WIPs and post a snippet containing the words, then tag others with their own words. My Words: Lips, anger, confusion

I stuck to just three WIPs - The Huntsman (snippets in here from across lots of future chapters), A Hell of A Ride (which is a CS fic, despite what the passage below may suggest) and a follow up to Dry as a Bone (which I had no intention of following up until inspiration hit at 1am last night, leading to a few hundred words getting thrown together).

Lips The Huntsman (Hit the jackpot here.) Her lips parted slightly, as if encouraging him, inviting him. They looked so soft, so red, so warm; his thoughts wondered - as they often had in his younger days, hours spent staring at that photograph - to how her lips would feel against his. His heart threatened to explode out of his chest; he had waited for the nearing moment for so long.

He waited no longer. His lips crashed passionately against hers, simultaneously sending electricity coursing through his veins. He allowed himself to get lost in her mouth, the faint taste of cinnamon unfamiliarly sweet, fuelling his craving for her. His heart danced in his chest; her body pressed against his the way their lips clung together, her hand brushing against his jaw as she reached for his hair the same way her tongue brushed against his lips as their kiss deepened, grew more demanding, more desperate for the moment to last.

A Hell of a Ride The elevator was taking too long. The foyer was empty. She pulled him in for a quick kiss, a taste of what was to come. The elevator pinged the very moment of their lips meeting and she stepped back, smiling seductively at Neal; there was a lot more where that came from. She grabbed his jacket, pulling him into the empty elevator with her. The doors shut and he was on her in a flash, his hands cupping her face as they carried on where they’d left off, deepening and exploring their connection.

The elevator pinged.

“That was fast,” Emma murmured against his lips.

The elevator ride was never that smooth, let alone that fast.

Dry as a Bone follow-up “Today is the last day of January,” he filled her in.

Halle-bloody-lujah.

It had been a long, long month but he had made it to the end. Almost. Just sixteen more hours to go – not that he was on a countdown or anything. He could already taste the sweet, home comforts of rum on his parched lips. A few more hours forgoing his burning cravings and he would stand victorious.

Anger The Huntsman “Killian,” Liam’s voice was softer, desperate, barely more than a whisper. “Please, please, just come to the jeep with me now.”

Killian squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to. He wanted so badly to go to the jeep, to leave the unnatural stronghold behind them but the more he thought about his father, the more the anger rose up inside him. His dad would never leave him, he knew that for sure, just as he also knew Liam would never let them leave their father behind. It meant only one thing; Silver had taken him from them.

Confusion The Huntsman (Double whammy here with two of the three words. Very short snippet because… spoilers!) “You’re not going to shoot me, Killian,” the Hatter sounded bored. “I know you.”

Any anger which had melted away in his confusion soared back through his veins. His grip tightened around the gun, preparing himself for the recoil, and he fired.

Tagging: @mie779 @snowbellewells @zaharadessert with lost, believe and heart

#tag game #wip #the huntsman #a hell of a ride #dry as a bone

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hellooooooo. i just wanted to let you know that I read your fiction yesterday. it was amazingggg. i stayed up until 3 am to finish it and i kid you not, i melted when i read the last sentence of the story. o harry was so supreme in this one. loved the relationship between zayn and louis. and honesty what a masterpiece!!!!!! 10/10 recommend. Liam was so doctor strange in this one (forgive me i know nothing about mythologies just know marvel). niall and shawn were cute too. and louis and harry's relationship was amazing. i felt heart touched in the chapter which was in h's pov. and the way he sneaked into mind, absolutely a menace. loved their pets, too. and their kids. although, paris was a cute name, i wouldn't veto that. hahahah. ALL IN ALL, LOVED IT <3333333

Oh my 🌸🌸 thank you so much! Thank you for reading and for letting me know. I think this message sums it up very nicely! O Harry is indeed supreme and the relationship with Louis was so strong.

I am also a fan of the Zouis dynamics.

I talked about it the other day, Zayn is such a good character even if he comes across like the “villain”! He seems harsh but we know very little about him and his powers (which consists basically in showing people their own doubts and fears). We know he struggles with human interactions lol he is feared because when he’s around them, people feel threatened and insecure about themselves. This is a thing he doesn’t have any control of: how people feel when he’s nearby. What he can (and does) control is the entity of theirr doubt.

That’s why he can’t really get along with Louis anymore. Louis feels so much regrets and guilt after the breakup he projects back to Zayn his feelings as a pile of self-loathe that Zayn doesn’t like. Same goes with Harry. Especially after their breakup!!

Zayn knows too much about their insecurities, knows too much about their past and regrets and he HATES to know it because he would really like to soothe these feelings but he can’t! And the fact his presence is perceived as dangerous frustrates him to no end. It’s not easy to be the Prince of doubt. You know your friends deepest fears and can’t fix them. You know the people you love deepest most intimate second thoughts and second guesses and you can’t do anything about them.

That’s where his temper comes from! That’s also why he loves Liam. He is drawn by his positive attitude and calm energy. He too has doubts but they usually revolve around Zayn or his role as a partner so Zayn can change or adapt his actions based on what Liam needs from him the most and he is so eager to.

But still Louis asks to talk to him after the rut/heat moment. He needed Zayn because he knows Zayn would probably show what was happening inside his mind, even if it was rude and crude 😭

About Liam, it was more like a silent brother in Shadowhunters slash oracle, but I’ll take Dr strange parallels 💘

Alright I’ll stop, but thank you! Thank you for appreciating H’s pov… the first person description is not my thing, i don’t like to read it and I didn’t know if I could give the chapter justice. But I am soooo happy you enjoyed it! 💞

Paris was cute, you’re right… and quite fitting with the baby’s gift! The city of love and all that. But I am obsessed with a pretentious greek-derived name 🌸🌸🌸

Thank you thank you thank youuu🥀🗡️⏳

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Star Crossed Chapter 8: Stuck

 Series: Star Crossed

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋

Warnings: Mature themes, lemons

Word Count: 3,400

My other stuff: Master List.

The days turned into weeks and the feelings didn’t go away. They only grew.

Liam was always busy, never around. Leo had disappeared to wherever Leo disappeared to. Riley was busy getting up to speed with the duties of her new station, but at the end of the day, when all the advisors and assistants went home to their families, out with friends, to dinner, movies, concerts, art exhibitions, or whatever it was that they did, Riley was left to her own devices.

The only person she had, was Drake. It was often just the two of them at dinner, Regina taking hers in her room while Constantine and Liam worked late. He was there when she needed a break, showing up with her favorite Chai tea, letting her vent about her day. He was there at every meal, making her laugh with stories about growing at the palace. She mentioned missing the dishes she’d grown up eating and those dishes started showing up at dinnertime.

After the day was finished, he kept her company, watching TV in one of the media rooms, hanging out at the pool, occasionally accompanying her into town.

Drake was also left at loose ends. He hadn’t reenlisted, he hadn’t taken Liam up on his job offer and he hadn’t looked for anything else. He filled his days, instead, with her. He knew he needed to make a decision about his future, but he couldn’t, not yet. He found it hard to think past the next month.

They were a month in since their conversation in the hedge maze with a month to go until her honeymoon, a trip on which she’d be expected to finally fulfill her wifely duties. The thought made him sick to his stomach. But he wasn’t going to think about that tonight. Tonight, they were listening to music by the pool, eating pizza and generally pretending they hadn’t a care in the world.

“Heads up, Drake!” Riley called out.

Drake reached up into the air and easily caught the beach ball that hurtled toward his head. He held the ball out of her reach, laughing as she tried jumping to reach it. One minute they were laughing playfully, then she placed a hand on his chest, bare and slick, using his body for leverage as she prepared to jump up and take it back.  As she used her feet to propel herself up, springing out of the water, her body titled forward into his and his hand shot out to steady her, gripping her at the hip. Her other hand joined the first on his chest as she plunged back into the water. They both froze as they found themselves in closer proximity than they’d been since the night in the maze. Her hands lay flat against his chest, his heart thundering under her palms.

He looked down at her, water droplets shining in her hair, the hollow of her throat beckoning him to lick the wetness from it. Suddenly, it was the only thing he wanted to do. His head dipped down to do just that. The ball toppled from his hands, hitting the water behind him, forgotten as both arms circled her waist.

“Drake…we shouldn’t-“ Her words drown in his mouth as his lips collided with hers, swallowing her protests. He felt what little resistance she had left flee her body as she melted into his embrace, his kiss.

Her hands slid up his chest and wrapped around his neck as he deepened the kiss. He tugged her closer until their bodies were pressed tightly against each other. The logical part of his brain was screaming at him that this was madness. Anyone could walk outside and catch them. But his logical brain was no match for his primal instincts, for the desire he’d been holding back for weeks.

His hand glided through her tangled hair as he licked the salt from her chlorinated skin. Her head fell back with a sigh as her hands ghosted across his shoulders and down his back. She breathed out his name, the soft exhale tickling his ear.

His fingers fumbled at the strap of her bikini top for a moment before pulling it from her body and tossing it out of the pool. His head dipped lower as his lips grazed a nipple. Her fingers teased at his hair as she arched her body into him.

A low moan escaped him as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her bathing suit bottom and slid them down. She kicked a leg to help it off, heedless to the fact that it floated away in the water behind them.

His kisses burned her lips, his touch inflamed her soul, his very nearness enough to push her to the edge, leaving her teetering there, waiting, longing, desperate for more. She clung to him as he pushed her back against the side of the pool, arms and legs wrapping around him as he entered her.

“Goddamn, baby, you feel so good.” He murmured into her hair.

She buried her teeth in him to muffle her cries.

“Fuck!” He hadn’t expected her to cum so soon, so fast.

His thrusts became harder, faster, his fingers digging into her ass as he pulsed into her. His body pinned hers to the wall as he tugged at her hair, nipped on an earlobe and kissed the side of her neck.

“Apparently we have a thing for water.” She giggled as she uncurled her legs from his waist and put her feet back on the bottom of the pool.

“In the water, out of the water, pretty much any time, any place, I can’t get enough of you.” He told her, capturing her lips again.

She pulled away, breathless, “We said no sex until we were sure what this is.”

“I’m sure.”

“What?”

“I’m sure. I’ve always been sure. I was just waiting for you to decide. I love you. I think I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you on that balcony.”

“Drake!” Surprise, and joy, shot through her.

“I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have said that, huh? Too much, too soon? Too weird because of our whole situation?”

She laughed as she reached up to stroke her fingers gently across his cheek, “I love you too.”

“Really?” He felt an unfamiliar sensation in his chest. Was that what happiness felt like?

“Yes, really. Now help me find my clothes!”

He released her reluctantly as she retrieved her top then scanned the water for the other half of her swimsuit.

Once they were dressed, out of the pool and dried off, they lay tangled up together on one of the oversized outdoor daybeds that dotted the concrete deck. She threw an arm and a leg over him, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close, nuzzling into the side of her neck, running his hands up and down her arm and kissing her frequently.

Two hours later, he sighed heavily, “I guess we should go in. If we fall asleep out here together, someone’s going to find us and it’s going to cause a huge scandal.”

“Hmmm, I’m so comfortable though.”

“Do I have to carry you?” He laughed.

“That would be nice.” She responded, “But again, scandal.”

“Too bad.” He nipped at her bottom lip as his hand found her breast, squeezing gently. His tongue rolled against hers. “I could go again.”

“Shit.” She breathed out, “Come back to my room with me?”

“Thought you’d never ask!”

After that, he started sneaking into her room every night. Every day was an exercise in restraint as he kept his hands to himself, kept his thoughts to himself and tried not to let his eyes travel up and down her body in front of other people. It was excruciating. But at night, when he dropped down onto her balcony and she let him into her room, all of the pretenses were gone. Falling asleep in her arms and waking up with her beside him became routine. He felt himself fall a little more for her each day. The more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to spend forever with her.

He collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and spent. Pulling her into his arms he asked, “Run away with me?”

“What?” Her head jerked up to look into his face.

“Let’s run away together. Get the hell out of here, you can get the marriage annulled or something.”

“Drake….” She gaped at him in astonishment, “I can’t.”

“Sure you can, my bikes right out front. We could just get on it and go!”

“No, I mean, I could, physically, but I can’t!” She pulled away from him and sat up, pulling the blanket across her body as she did so.

He pushed himself into a sitting position and searched her face as he asked, “Why not?”

“The political ramifications-“

He blew out a frustrated breath as he drug a hand through his hair, “The political ramifications? Are you serious?”

“Drake, you know firsthand how volatile things are right now in this entire region!”

“What does that have to do with us?”

“If I leave, it violates the marriage contract I signed and terminates the alliance that we forged. I know you’re not a politician, but you grew up here, in the palace, with Liam, surely you understand how this works. That if this alliance falls, not only are relations with Cordonia and Monterriso strained, but support for the new peace treaty likely falls as well then the carefully stacked house of cards will collapse.”

“What do you mean collapse?”

“I mean, without Monterriso’s backing, Auvernall will move against Cordonia, and once they do that, they’ll sweep up Rivala on the way.” Rivala was a small country, powerless, but any land route between Auvernall and Cordonia went straight through Rivala.

When he didn’t respond, she continued, “And when Rivala is invaded, the members of the Border Pact will have no choice but to come to their aid, since Rivala is a PACT member nation. Those five countries going against Auvernall will trigger Auvernall’s alliance with Malbonia, who have been looking for an excuse to invade Votara, the biggest of the PACT nations. I could go on about the domino effect, but you get the idea. And while everyone is distracted with all of that, Naumara will use the distraction to invade Monterriso, endangering my people, my family! I want to, Drake, I just can’t!“

“Yeah, it’s ok, I get it.” He rolled out of the bed and started pulling on his clothes.

“Drake, I want to! I wish I could!”

She’d never seen anyone angrily put on pants before, but he managed it. “So, what are we doing here, then?”

Confusion swept through her, “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean? I mean, what the fuck are we doing here if there’s no future in it?”

“I….I love you! We’re having a relationship! Just one that I can’t….I mean…I thought you understood….” Her voice trembled on the edge of tears.

“I’m sorry, Ren, but I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Do what? Love me?”

A strangled laugh burst out of him, “Love you, exactly. I don’t know if I can love you and sit here and watch you be married to my best friend! Sleep in his room at night, have his babies……fuck!”

She flinched as he grabbed a book from the top of the dresser and sent it flying across the room. She curled into herself and pulled the covers higher, “Maybe you should go.”

“What?” His heart dropped into his stomach, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to be an asshole. I just don’t know if I can do this.”

“Well, figure it out. But do it somewhere else. I have to get ready for a luncheon with the Cordonian Lady’s Historical Society.” She wanted to cry, her heart hurt. But she had duties to see to, state functions to attend.

He found her later that afternoon, in the main sitting room off the royal dinning room.

Despite their argument earlier, her face lit up at the sight of him. He was always the highlight of her day. But her smile faltered when she took in his expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. Or everything, depending on how you look at it.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“It means I’m going to do the right thing and leave.”

“What you mean leave? Why is that the right thing?”

“You know why.” If she was going to stay married to Liam, she should at least try to make it work, right? Him leaving would make that easier on everyone. “I’m reenlisting.”

She opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by Liam’s voice as he entered the room. “Did I just hear you say you’re leaving?”

Drake reluctantly pulled his focus away from Riley to answer, “Yes. I’m reenlisting.”

“When?”

“I just got off the phone with my CO. I can be on a flight out tomorrow. No point in delaying the inevitable.”

“There’s nothing I can do to convince you to stay?” Liam asked.

“Why would I want to stay?” Heavy bitterness fell from every word, “The fucking aristocracy with its rules and regulations and expectations is stifling. It breaks people. I'm not even a member and it's taken everything from me.”

“Drake's father was a king's guard, he died protecting the royal family.” Liam told Riley in way of explanation.

“Yeah,” Drake said, eyes locked on Riley, “that's what I was talking about.”

Liam’s brow furrowed as he glanced between them, his gaze uncertain, “Uh…am I missing something?”

“Tell him, Ren.”

“Ren?” Why was Drake calling her Ren? Her name was Riley.

Riley glanced at her husband apologetically, “It’s a childhood nickname.”

“Ah.” That only engendered more questions. Why was Drake calling her by her childhood nickname? And what did Riley have to do with why Drake was leaving. “Tell me what?”

“It’s nothing.” Riley replied.

“Is that what it is? Nothing?” Drake’s jaw clenched.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it!” She cried.

“Would one of you tell me what the hell is going on?” Liam was irritated now. He was busy, he didn’t have time for guessing games.

Drake answered Liam, but kept his eyes glued on Riley, “It was her.”

Liam blinked. He was more confused than ever. “What was her?”

“The girl I met the night before your wedding, the one I thought was a waitress.”

“Thought was a waitress? Drake, you’re not making any sense! Riley isn’t-“

“Yeah, no, I know. But she was wearing a waitress uniform when I met her, so I drew an obvious conclusion, and she didn’t correct me.”

Riley reached for his arm. “Drake, please-“

“Please what, Ren? I’m done lying. I’m done pretending.” He pulled away from her and turned to his best friend, “I’m sorry, Li, I really am but I’m in love with your wife.”

“What?” Liam started to laugh but it died in his throat as he registered the look on Drake’s face. “Oh my God. You’re serious.”

Liam was in shock. Drake didn’t fall in love, he didn’t do romance or feelings, none of that. But he decided to start with his wife? What the hell was happening?

“I didn’t know who she was until I saw her at the altar. I tried to convince myself it was just a one night stand and that it didn’t mean anything, but deep down, I always knew that was a lie. There was an instant connection between us, right from the start. But she married you, so I tried to push my feelings away, I swear to God, Li, I tried. But being here, seeing her every day, getting to know her over the last few weeks…. That only solidified my feelings.”

For the first time in his life, Liam was at a loss for words, “I don’t know what to say.”

Riley sobbed softly into her hands.

“What the hell is there to say? I asked her to run away with me and she said no.” The bitterness coated his stomach, bubbled up in his throat, snaked its way through his heart.

“Ah.” Liam looked back and forth between Riley and Drake completely unsure of the proper response. I mean, what does one say when they find out their best friend is in love with their wife? He was startled that Drake would try to get her to run away, abandon their agreement, shirk her responsibilities. At least she had said no.

Drake cut his eyes back to Liam, “You ignore her, she’s in a new place, surrounded by new people and you’ve done nothing to make her feel welcomed.”

Liam seemed genuinely surprised, “I didn’t realize there was a problem.”

“I’m going to pack.” Drake turned on his heel and walked away.

Riley started to follow him, but Liam reached for her arm, “Let him go. Trust me, when he gets like this, you just have to let him have his space.”

She turned toward him, and they regarded each other awkwardly for a moment. Liam cleared his throat. He knew he had to make this right, make this work. For Cordonia. Was it too late? Was she already in love with his best friend? He felt annoyance rise in his chest. He knew he hadn’t been paying any attention to his new wife, but in all fairness, he’d been really busy, and she had known what she was signing up for. He shouldn’t now be in a competition for her affections.

He tamped down his pique as he reached for her hand. She let him take it. He thought that was a good sign. “Riley…or should I call you Ren?”

She fought against the urge to squeeze her eyes shut as she shook her head, “No, please call me Riley.” She couldn’t bear to hear that name from another man’s lips right now. Only those who she loved most had ever called her that: Her grandmother, her siblings and Drake.

Liam nodded thoughtfully, “Ok, then, Riley. I apologize. I did not realize how unhappy you’ve been here. I’m afraid I’ve been tied up with matters of state.”

Was that irritation she noted in his tone? It was subtle, he tried to cover it, but it was there. That’s what she was to him, an irritation, another obligation. That’s what she had always been to her mother. She hadn’t expected more. She understood what was at stake, countries, peace, lives. If she didn’t, she would have taken Drake up on his offer and ran away with him. It was the only thing she wanted to do; he was the only thing she had ever wanted for herself in her entire miserable life. Her life of duty and sacrifice.

She blinked back her tears and drew in a deep breath as she reminded herself of all the reasons she’d agreed to this marriage in first place. Of course, she hadn’t expected a fairy tale, or a happily ever after, but she had understood the importance of the alliance and she had hoped for at least a friendly relationship with the handsome young prince whose picture she’d been shown. She had believed they could build a relationship out of mutual respect, duty and common goals, commitments. She hadn’t counted on love, certainly not in the form of her new husband’s best friend.

“It’s fine, Liam. I understand.” She did. She understood that she would never be a priority to him, and she understood that her happiness or lack thereof, was only of concern to him insomuch as it affected him.

She also understood the political ramifications of breaking the alliance now. It would have been better to have never entered into it to begin with than to break it after the fact. It would be a show of bad faith. It wouldn’t just embarrass her country on the world stage, it would bring down precarious alliances throughout the region, just as she’d told Drake. She understood that her happiness wasn’t at issue. Her satisfaction with her marriage had never been the point. She understood why the alliance was important, why she had to stay. She understood all of it. She only wished she had been able to make Drake understand any of it.

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[liam-neesons-best-girl]

Lip Balm {Liam Neeson x Reader}

approx. 550 words

Summary: You and Liam run errands and he helps you pick out a lip balm flavor

Warning: F! reader, super fluffy

On a Spring Sunday, you and Liam were out doing your run-of-the-mill errands. He was kind enough to join you, happy to be in your presence. 

You stopped at places like the grocery store, the bank, and florist. The last shop to visit was Ulta, the beauty shop. You could say he was less than thrilled to enter the establishment knowing there was nothing of interest for him. Despite that, he followed you in like the good boyfriend he is to keep you company. 

Liam knew this would be the longest stop on your journey, since you like to peruse every aisle even if you came in for only one item. You often looked at perfume, hair accessories and nail polish but on this day you found yourself gravitating towards the lip balm section.  

This was the last aisle of the store and Liam could see the light at the end of the tunnel. He stood up a bit straighter and had a perkier look to him knowing the day was almost over and you both could retreat home to rest. 

He was taken out of his thoughts when you asked him a question.

“What flavor would you like,” you asked looking up to him with curiosity in your eyes and a slight smile forming on your lips.

“Flavor?” he repeated, confused at how a beauty product would have a flavor, never mind why you were asking his opinion on something he knew little about. 

“Look,” you said pointing to the range of Bert’s Bees tubes lined up. “The lip balms have flavors. I thought I’d get one that you picked out so my kisses can taste of . . . . . cherry, perhaps?”

Liam’s eyebrow sprung up in surprise, intrigued by the suggestion. He liked how you were becoming more affectionate with him, keeping your relationship fresh and flirty. 

He looked over the selection of dozens of flavors. Cherry. Sour green apple. Mango. Vanilla. Strawberry. Kiwi. Watermelon.

His eyes landed on the last in the row of choices. “Wild black cherry,” he declares and picks up the tube to hand to you. His hands twitched with excitement at the idea of feverishly kissing you as soon as you had a moment to yourselves. 

Now with the desired balm in your possession, you made your way to the front and paid. You were on your way through the parking lot to Liam’s car when he eagerly took the balm and discarded the packaging.

You squeezed some of the purple gloss to your lips and before you could rub your lips together for an even application he leaned in and kissed you. Long. Deep. Sensual. 

There you were, in a half empty parking lot making out with the man you love. When you decided to pull away to catch your breath you asked, “I barely had any balm on, “ and giggled. “You couldn’t have tasted anything.”

Liam smiled a toothy grin, looking down at you with pure love in his eyes. “I know, love. I just wanted to kiss you. The balm was the perfect excuse.”

Your heart began to melt. He was still such a romantic when it came to flirting and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“But I still want to experiment with the balm,” he added as you both buckle up in the car before your ride home. 

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[alj4890]

Hii 😍

I saw these fall pics and thought of you. Maybe they’ll inspire a fic or an edit (no pressure 🥰)

😆 It's like you dug into my mind to find the things I love in the fall! All that's missing is a fuzzy blanket to curl up in 🤣

How about three short drabbles, one for each image? I went with a Bloodbound one titled Something Sweet, a Red Carpet Diaries one titled On a Rainy Afternoon, and ended with an Open Heart Drabble titled Addiction for the final picture.

Pairings are (Jax Matsuo x MC) (Thomas Hunt x OC) (Tobias Carrick x F!MC)

Rating: PG for a word or two but fluff for the majority of the drabbles.

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Something Sweet: A Choices Bloodbound Book 1 Drabble

(Jax Matsuo x MC*Alex)

Alex pulled the covers up over her ears. After the night she'd had, she refused to even stir from the warm, comforting cocoon of blankets.

Keeping her eyes closed, she scooted back, expecting a pair of muscled arms to wrap protectively around her. Instead she met nothing but a cold spot on the sheets.

Her eyes barely cracked open as she turned to see just where the man she'd spent the night with had disappeared to.

She heard the soft clatter of a bowl and spoon being used. Propping herself up on her elbow, she blinked and studied the underground apartment she'd slept in.

It was strange how much this place had become associated with safety to her. If anything, it should be a place of uncertainty and fear. So many clanless vampires were worried of discovery.

Instead, this place had become synonymous with the vampire who had swooped in and not only saved her multiple times, but also stole her heart along the way.

A hint of a smile formed when she saw Jax, shirtless with an apron tied around his waist. Her smile grew as she watched him work happily over something that smelled deliciously cinnamon.

She reached over and snagged his black T-shirt. She pulled it over her head while quietly padding over to see just what Jax was up to.

He glanced at her the moment she stepped away from his bed. He couldn't hide his smile when she wrapped her arms around him for a hug from behind. Her lips brushed a kiss to a wicked looking scar along his left shoulder.

"You didn't have to get up."

Alex closed her eyes, squeezing him again. "I couldn't help it. You were gone and I didn't have anyone to warm my feet."

Jax snorted in response.

"What are you doing?" She tried to peek over his shoulder.

"Making you breakfast." He replied, turning around to kiss her.

She hummed her surprise against his lips.

"What are you making me?" She asked the moment his hands slid down to cup her rear.

"Cinnamon rolls." He mumbled while dotting kisses down her neck.

"Hmm." She melted against him. "That's awfully sweet of you."

"Well, you did make it possible for the clanless to finally be safe." He pressed his forehead against hers.

"You did that." She argued, kissing him.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as she sucked on his bottom lip.

He moaned before setting her away from him. "None of it would have been possible without you." His grin grew the longer he gazed at her. "And after a night of fighting-"

"And loving." She added.

She doubted she'd ever forget the moment Jax brought her back here after fighting against Vega, Nichole, and the ferals. His touch alone made all thoughts scatter as it was. Having a night without interruption was absolute heaven.

His smile gentled. "And that. I wanted to make something special for you so that when you think on what happened, you see something sweet at the end."

Alex shook her head in wonder. How was she, a plain ordinary human, able to land a man who not only was a total badass vampire with a sword but also a complete cinnamon roll himself?

"Hurry up and put those in the oven." She commanded. "That way I can kiss you again."

After he slid his dented pan into the oven, he moved with incredible speed to lift her in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist as their lips crashed together.

"We have about twelve minutes before I need to check the rolls." He said once she broke away for air.

Her smile bloomed, making his heart race.

"I think we'll find a way to distract ourselves until then." Alex replied.

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On a Rainy Afternoon: A Choices Red Carpet Diaries Drabble

(Thomas Hunt x OC*Amanda)

"OH!"

Amanda looked down at the dirty water from the puddle that had risen up like a tidal wave to completely drench her.

She blinked a few times, while wiping her face with the back of her hand. She then leveled a glare upon the vehicle stopping further up the block.

"That jerk!" She hissed.

It struck her that this might be the one time in her life that she could actually let loose her anger upon the one who had done this to her. After all, who in their right mind drives in the right lane on a busy city street when it rains, knowing you may very well splash those walking?

No time like the present to finally show the world or at least whoever was driving the car, which now that she was getting closer she noticed it was a very expensive car, that she could stand up for herself.

She only saw the back of the man who stepped out. He lifted his jacket collar before sprinting inside a nearby bookshop.

"You're not getting away from me that easily!" Amanda vowed. "I will force you to apologize."

Pushing a lock of wet hair out of her eyes, she stomped over to the store.

She stepped in and tried to hold her head up with pride, as if she wasn't aware of the murky wet trail she was leaving while searching for the perpetrator.

She only knew he had black hair and was wearing a brown jacket. She paused along the end's of aisles until she spotted him in the fine arts section.

Summoning her usually absent courage, she crept up to him and cleared her throat.

Her heart nearly stopped over the famous face that turned towards her.

Thomas lifted an eyebrow in both silent question and bewilderment over the state the woman was.

When she remained silent, he closed the history of cinematography book he had been anxiously waiting on to be published and instead focused on the lady whose lips parted.

"Am I in your way?" He asked.

"Yes!" Amanda grimaced. "I mean, no. You aren't in my way."

This time both of his eyebrows lifted as he took a step back just in case she wasn't in her right mind.

"Look what you did to me!" She snapped.

"I beg your pardon." Thomas's eyes narrowed. "How could I have done something to you? I've never laid eyes upon you before."

"I am well aware of that." Amanda pointed out the window. "But as you were driving here, you struck a pothole and splashed water all over me!" Her chin lifted. "And you didn't even slow down to apologize to me." She gripped handfuls of what was once a white skirt to hold out as an example. "My dress is ruined! And I'm certain I look like a drowned rat!"

Thomas's stance eased. When he ran over the pothole his only thought was how grateful he was to not have caused a flat tire. He knew he should have checked to see if any causalities had occurred.

"I apologize. I didn't realize anyone had been," his brow furrowed as he searched for the right word.

Amanda's frown slowly turned into a half smile. "Nearly drowned? Almost knocked over by a tidal wave?"

His own lips quirked over her humor. "Precisely."

"Then I apologize for snapping at you." She folded her arms across her chest when it struck her how cold she was becoming. "I'm afraid I allowed my anger run away with me."

Shivering, she nodded her head to him. "Good day, Mr. Hunt."

He reached out and grasped her arm as she turned to go.

Startled hazel eyes met his curious brown.

He could feel just how chilled she was becoming.

"If it isn't too presumptuous," he began, "where are you going?"

"My hotel." She waved on down the road. "It's only a few blocks from here."

"Then I insist on driving you there." He set his book down and began to escort her towards an exit.

"Oh I couldn't let you do that!" She slowed her steps. "I'm much too dirty to sit in any vehicle."

"Nonsense." He grumbled, propelling her outside. "It is my fault that you are."

"Mr. Hunt--"

"Thomas." He corrected.

Amanda swallowed nervously. "Thomas, you really don't have to make amends. I--"

He opened the door to his Rolls Royce sedan and waited for her to get in.

When she continued to hesitate, he spoke up.

"We are only getting wetter by the second." His soft smile briefly appeared again. "Please allow me to do this."

Amanda twisted around to make certain the back of her dress was still clean, before easing into his car. She gathered the front of her skirt to try to keep off the fine leather upholstery.

Thomas shut her door, his smile still in place as he made his way to the driver's side.

"Now." He started the car. "Which hotel are you staying in?"

"The Beverly Hills Hotel."

"And your name?"

"Amanda." She shivered some more.

He turned the seat warmer on for her.

"And how long will you be visiting Los Angeles, Amanda?" He asked.

"A few weeks."

"And your reason to come here?" He prodded when she fell silent.

Amanda eyed him before focusing on the scenery going by. "A vacation."

She searched her purse for a tissue when she felt a sneeze coming on.

"Here." Thomas opened up his console and handed her a box.

"Thank you." She mumbled.

"Do you have dinner plans this evening?"

Her head jerked up in surprise. "Do I what?"

"Have dinner plans?" He repeated as he pulled into the hotel's main drive.

"I don't." She dabbed at her nose. "I was planning on ordering room service."

"Good." He parked at the entrance and handed the valet his keys before coming around to open her door for her

He offered his hand to her to help her stand.

Amanda's cheeks flushed as she took it.

"Have dinner with me tonight."

She looked up at Thomas. Nothing could have stunned her more than that demand.

"I want to make certain you are completely over our accident." He went on, keeping a grip upon her hand as they walked inside.

"There's no need--"

"There is."

Amanda tilted her head slightly as she gazed up at him.

"Very well." Her blush spread down her neck. "Shall we say seven o'clock?"

He nodded.

"I'm in bungalow twenty-three." She shyly smiled at him. "Thank you, Mr. Hun-Thomas."

"I look forward to seeing you soon."

Thomas watched her leave then headed back outside. As he waited for his car to be brought around, his frown disappeared over one thought.

If she is that pretty wet, I can only imagine how much more lovely she'll look dry.

*****************

Addiction: A Choices Open Heart Drabble

(Tobias Carrick x F!MC* Chris)

"Chris!" Tobias called out.

"Hmm?" She poked her head out of his kitchen.

"What is that?" He pointed at his window sill.

"What is what?" She walked over to him.

"That."

"Coffee." She promptly replied. "Would you like me to make you a cup?"

"I would, but that is not coffee." He argued.

Chris folded her arms and leaned against the window sill.

"I'm sorry." Her gray-green eyes sparkled with mischief. "I had no idea you'd dropped by, Ethan."

Tobias coughed on his laughter. "I know you think that's an insult, but when it comes to coffee, you can compare me to Ethan all day."

Ugh. Fine." Chris gestured toward her cup. "Tell me, oh wise and brilliant Dr. Carrick, why this isn't coffee?"

"What did you add to it?" He countered.

"You know I always add cream and sugar."

"I've known that since I first met you." He playfully shuddered. "You prefer a drop of coffee to a glass of sugary cream."

She lightly swatted at him over that reminder.

Tobias quirked an eyebrow. "Now tell me what type of creamer you added."

"Pumpkin spiced." She promptly replied.

"Exactly." He said as if he had solved the greatest mystery of them all.

"Wait." Her laughter spilled out over his triumphant smirk. "Are you saying pumpkin spiced creamer makes this something different other than coffee?"

"Yep."

Chris picked up her cup and began to take a sip. "For a non coffee beverage, this certainly tastes like it."

Tobias shook his head in mock sadness. "I see your addiction has gotten completely out of hand."

"My addiction?"

Tobias gestured to her cup. "What type of muffin did you eat earlier?"

"Pumpkin." Chris answered.

"And what type of pie are you planning on making for dessert?"

"Pumpkin." She giggled.

He then pointed at her sweater. "And what color was this listed as when you ordered it?"

"Pumpkin spice."

He gently took the cup out of her hands. "As your physician,"

"I don't recall making you my primary physician." She teased.

"You did the moment you agreed to our first date." He winked at her. "As your physician, it is time to develop a treatment plan to help you break your ever growing pumpkin addiction."

"Do you really think this is necessary?"

"Very necessary." His smile grew as she moved into his arms. "I like pumpkin as much as the next guy, Chris, but I need some variety dessert wise."

"So this treatment plan only benefits you?" She teased.

"I feel like it will benefit all of mankind." He leaned down to kiss her. "But mostly me."

Their lips met in a long lingering kiss.

When they parted, he looked into her eyes.

"You know, I just realized I forgot the most important part of your prescribed treatment."

"What's the most important part?"

His smile that made her feel butterflies in the pit of her stomach formed.

"The initial physical examination." He tugged her towards his bedroom. "Let's get you on the examining table to begin a thorough evaluation."

Her eyes dropped from his as a hint of a blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Yes, Dr. Carrick."

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[needleandstory]

💝 for Ezra about Liam (spill the tea)

Send a 💝 and my Muse will ramble on about how they presently feel about yours.

"That boy is why I refuse, refuse, to date questioning anyone anymore. Drama, drama, drama. It's the same story every time: oh, they start out so sweet, it melts my heart. I'm the most beautiful creature they've ever seen, and they're so gentle. He was so gentle, at first. He treated me like a princess, and spoiled me like one too. I'd never had a lover so generous with me. And then... the novelty wears off. Oh, he adores me, but only behind closed doors, never in front of his friends, his horrible racist little friends he hadn't even the gall to stand up against.

"It starts there, and then it's not in front of his ex, or in public at all really, and it tears him up inside. He becomes a sad sniveling thing throwing an endless pity party. Woe is me, boo-hoo, my horrible friends are horrible, and now it affects me. He never wanted to help himself. I tried every trick in the book, did you know that? He deserved people that respected him, but he kept pining for those nasty little men, and then he finally turned on me. Turns out, he hated my clothes all along. Can you believe that? He never said as much, no, he was far too polite for that, but I wasn't the one new to the life. I know what it means when they just 'happen' to prefer the more 'normal' clothes at every opportunity."

A sigh.

"The biggest tragedy is, at the time, I really did love him. Waste of my time, in the end. I should have known better. Unbelievable, really. At least Ellen never held any of it against me."

#ezra talks #liam #norikwrites #meme answers

[metagalacticx]

Teen Wolf

Scira

Mason

Favorite character: scott!

Least Favorite character: peter

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): scira, thiam, scallison, berica, morey

Character I find most attractive: allison, violet

Character I would marry: none tbh

Character I would be best friends with: mason

a random thought: mason and lydia should have teamed up more, i refuse to believe they never had a conversation about her calling his name, and also by the end lydia was so concerned about everyone i think she would have talked to mason more

An unpopular opinion: scott got over what liam did too easily

My Canon OTP: scira

My Non-canon OTP: thiam but also sciles and allydia

Most Badass Character: scott

Most Epic Villain: monroe like i don’t think people appreciate her enough, and also the fact that she escaped and she’s a human? final girl!! who’s seeing her???

Pairing I am not a fan of: st*ter

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): BOYD, because he shouldn’t have died. he should not have died. and the ‘it was worth it’ line was fucked up. also lydia.

Favourite Friendship: liam and mason

Character I most identify with: theo mason

Character I wish I could be: mason, but like, without the trauma??

scira

When I started shipping them: kira’s second ep

My thoughts: one of the best ships in the show, most definitely the healthiest, should have been endgame

What makes me happy about them: they’re both dorks in the most delicious ways. they love each other.

What makes me sad about them: kira leaving and NOT COMING BACK

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: scott moving on um kira not coming back fhdjjd

Things I look for in fanfic: i actually don’t read a lot of scira bc i rarely find good ones that’s just about them, but literally anything with them being happy together melts my dead heart

My wishlist: scira endgame

Who I'd be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: no one, and i’m not joking.

My happily ever after for them: scira endgame, scott joining kira on her journey to self-discovery

mason

How I feel about this character: i love mason hewitt from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet. i think he’s one of the best characters on the show and a great example of how friends should support friends even when they’re cursed to become a monster.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: corey, theo, liam

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: liam, violet, melissa, deaton, dr. geyer, hayden

My unpopular opinion about this character: he didn’t have as much character development as a huge part of the fandom pretends he did

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: literally i wish he was taken seriously enough as a member of the pack to have been in that final shot in 6b. he wasn’t there and after everything they went through i’m never going to shut up about how disrespectful it was. stiles did the whole ‘passing the torch’ thing with the bat as a metaphor and he was presented as a direct parallel to stiles in his friendship with liam and YET. where was he???

Favourite friendship for this character: liam/violet, and also lydia and kira and scott

My crossover ship: can’t think of any atm sry 😭

#asks #thank uuuu

[callsigndragon]

Ahhh, Tasting the Ashes | Ch. 12: Not a hero is so, so, so good!!!!!

And oh my goodness! So many good things I must obsess over!!! I am so sorry for being so late to these beautiful gems!

Long message again...

"First, let me apologize for not being there for you for thirty years." - aww, Mav is such a sweetheart, I love him so much!!

"Bradley Bradshaw is a lot different than Steve." - I am so excited to learn more about their relationship!!! And the fact that he was her pilot in the accident!!!! The drama!!! My goodness! This is incredible!!!!!

"And he looks at you with this hope in his eyes, like you being pregnant will somehow make you fall in love with him. But you can fall in love with someone when the memory of the last man you loved is still in your mind… and his sister hates your existence." - oh, no, this is such a tough situation! And poor Bradley. But Ash, sweetie, just you try not to fall in love with this gorgeous sweetheart. It's inevitable. Especially if he keeps on doing things like these: - "Cooked for you, helped you whenever you needed it, and he had been kind enough to lend you some of his clothes because you were definitely too big to keep using your own.", "You watch him as he sits down, moving your legs so they’re resting on his lap.", "He caresses your leg, looking at your belly.", "He looks at you with the softest smile in the world, and something inside you feels warm.", "He waves it off, bringing you closer and almost sitting you on his lap. His hand moves to hold yours, the other one rests on your belly." - the smile!!! Him resting his hand on the belly!!! Pulling Ash in his lap!!!! I'll confess, Hangman has been and will be my favourite, I love that man (I love them all in the Squad, but he just has a special place in my heart, don't know why...), but you are making me fall for Bradley so fast, it is unbelievable!!!!! The tenderness!!!!!!! 🥹💗💗💗

"“I know I could fall for you, you know. But things are already too complicated to try and see if we can work this out. Just imagine that we try to be together, and we end up fighting or something, the only ones that will end up suffering here are the babies.”", "“I know. That’s why I said I don’t care about my feelings. It’s not about us anymore.”" - awww, I am melting and also feel so sad for them!!! Knowing that you could be a happy family if it weren't for the circumstances is so heartbreaking and painful! But I love that they are so focused on their babies, and it makes it all the more sweet and also sad. I love the layers to this!!! 💗💗💗

"I will find you", "But she, living up to her call sign, is determined to Nuke your life. One way or another." - okay, Gina needs to calm down!!! It's not Ash's fault she survived!!!! Let the poor woman move on and have a happy life with Bradley and the babies!!! But I have to say, I love this impending threat and danger Gina poses to them and the uncertainty of what she'll do and when!!!! So much tension!!!! Love it! 💗

I love Jesse "Jinx" Diaz already!!! The moodboard for them is beautiful and the chat she is introduced in is hilarious and genious and I love it!!! Love the idea of Jinx interacting with Amelia, feel like they'd hit it off so well. "Don't forget the kidnapping" "The WHAT" - she better buckle in! 😂 (Also, I had a bilingual moment and realised how fitting kidnapping is for when Liam was taken by Gregory and they put him to sleep. Because he is a stole kid... and he is napping.... yeah, I'll see myself out now...). I love these chats so much, they are always so perfect and you manage to capture the personality and essence of everyone in their texts too so well!!! You are seriously so talented my Darling, I am in constant awe of you!!!! 💗💗💗💗 I am so excited to see more of Jinx and find out more about them!! And of course of Danielle "Frosty" Kazansky!!!! Another incredibly spectacular moodboard Dear, I love Frosty already!!! 💗

Onto Tasting the Ashes | Ch. 14: Once upon a time...

"It’s always been like this. Jinx and Mickey, Mickey and Jinx." - I adore their friendship!!! 💗 Hopefully Payback won't get jealous... 😂💗

"People called them Tweedledum and Tweedledee. It sums up their whole relationship." - I. Love. Them!!!

"“You’re just jealous of my curls.”" - I mean. Who isn't?

"Mickey unlocks his phone and shows his friend a picture of the Dagger Squad and their partners. “So, this is the fam. Dagger Squad.”" - this is so precious, it makes my heart swell! 🥹💗

"“The kiddos fly too?”" - hahahaha love the sense of humour. And who knows? With a family like this? The babies will fly before we know it

"“Lieutenant Commander Seresin and Lieutenant Commander Seresin.”, "“They were married. Now they’re divorced and expecting a baby.”" - hahaha, this sounds hilarious and also must be confusing for someone who doesn't know their story. I love it. And I also love the contrast of Ash not asking more fr Jake about Red killing Gregory, because it is Red's story to tell, while Fanboy is just like "here's the entire history of everyone on the team" 😂 I love them both so much!!! 💗💗💗 "“He what?” Mickey grabs Jinx’s hand, looking into her eyes. “Did he touch you or something?”" - I love, love, adore protective Mickey!!! 💗 Also this: - "”I told him that my dick was bigger than his" - is hilarious!!! And I'm sure undoubtedly true.... I love Jinx 💗

"he was the most amazing dad I’ve ever seen" - awww, Mickey praising Jake's parenting is so sweet 🥹💗

"“Yeah. A good dad, that thing neither of us had.” Jinx chortles, reminding Mickey of his past. It wasn’t something that he wanted to recall." - awww, my poor darlings!!!! So excited to learn more about their background 💗💗💗

"“It’s impossible to reunite so much trauma in one group.”" - I am so glad that's not true and I get to read it!!! 💗💗💗

"“Says the one that kissed me.”", "“We don’t talk about that night.”" - I don't know Mickey, I feel like we should.... 😂

"“I love abuela Camila.”" - I love her also, she seems like an amazing grandma 💗

Oh my goodness, my Love, you are incredible, and I love you with my whole heart!!!! Your talent is above and beyond everything!!! The way you tease relationships both platonic and romantic and introduce new characters and their background is absolutely astonishing and brilliant and incredible and completely unique and so, so, so well done!!! I adore these chapters!!! And every single character is so well rounded and multi-dimensional and has so much to dive into, it's amazing!!! 💗💗💗💗💗

Thank you for all the hard work you put into these stories and for making them so amazing and addicting!!! 💗💗💗 You are blessing us with them 💗💗💗💗

So much love and so many hugs to you my beloved Darling!!! 💗💗💗💗💗💗

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My looooooove here I am finally answering your messages ehehehhe

And he looks at you with this hope in his eyes, like you being pregnant will somehow make you fall in love with him. But you can fall in love with someone when the memory of the last man you loved is still in your mind… and his sister hates your existence." - oh, no, this is such a tough situation! And poor Bradley. But Ash, sweetie, just you try not to fall in love with this gorgeous sweetheart. It's inevitable. Especially if he keeps on doing things like these: - "Cooked for you, helped you whenever you needed it, and he had been kind enough to lend you some of his clothes because you were definitely too big to keep using your own.", "You watch him as he sits down, moving your legs so they’re resting on his lap.", "He caresses your leg, looking at your belly.", "He looks at you with the softest smile in the world, and something inside you feels warm.", "He waves it off, bringing you closer and almost sitting you on his lap. His hand moves to hold yours, the other one rests on your belly." - the smile!!! Him resting his hand on the belly!!! Pulling Ash in his lap!!!! I'll confess, Hangman has been and will be my favourite, I love that man (I love them all in the Squad, but he just has a special place in my heart, don't know why...), but you are making me fall for Bradley so fast, it is unbelievable!!!!! The tenderness!!!!!!! 🥹💗💗💗

I have to agree with all this message. And I'm also a Hangman girly (not sure if you could have noticed by now hahah) but I love writing new sides of Bradley. He's such a great character

I love Jesse "Jinx" Diaz already!!! The moodboard for them is beautiful and the chat she is introduced in is hilarious and genious and I love it!!! Love the idea of Jinx interacting with Amelia, feel like they'd hit it off so well. "Don't forget the kidnapping" "The WHAT" - she better buckle in! 😂 (Also, I had a bilingual moment and realised how fitting kidnapping is for when Liam was taken by Gregory and they put him to sleep. Because he is a stole kid... and he is napping.... yeah, I'll see myself out now...). I love these chats so much, they are always so perfect and you manage to capture the personality and essence of everyone in their texts too so well!!! You are seriously so talented my Darling, I am in constant awe of you!!!! 💗💗💗💗 I am so excited to see more of Jinx and find out more about them!! And of course of Danielle "Frosty" Kazansky!!!! Another incredibly spectacular moodboard Dear, I love Frosty already!!!

Well, I was tempted to make a character inspired by me and GUESS WHAT I DID IT. Jinx is chaotic and I love her with all my soul (it's like praising myself, is a bit weird hahahah) Frosty is a sweetheart, I want you all to see more of them but I think I'm straying from the main characters in this story hahahah

"“Says the one that kissed me.”", "“We don’t talk about that night.”" - I don't know Mickey, I feel like we should.... 😂

Oh we will talk about it don't worry love (thanksgiving chapter will reveal lots of things hehehe)

Lots of love darling 💚

#tasting the ashes #italics anon 💚

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Alright, my thoughts on the Teen Wolf movie after a few hours and one watch.

The non-spoiler version is: that's the show I know and love with all its weird plots that make vague sense, way too many characters for the time they have, Scott whump (beloved), and complete inability to remember their own lore.

I had fun. If you're a fan of the show and like more than one or two characters, then you'll have a nice time. Is it great? That's a strong word. I do have some issues with things that happened.

Spoilery thoughts are behind the cut:

I am gonna start with the positive because tbh the negativity is grating on me.

Scott!!! And Pupppy!! Scot saves a puppy and a little girl and he has a shelter where Deaton has a vet practice and I can't evennnnn.

I love Lydia so much. And then the scydia of it all? Like that moment at Oakhurst is more than we got about them bonding over losing Allison in the entire series and that scene has my entire heart.

Jackson is the perfect little whiny bitch and I love him for it.

Deaton!!! OMG! HIm saving Chris got toooo mee. And the Deaton and Scott of it all? Ahhh.

The scallison of it just. My heart melted when he stabbed himself. And the fate conversation and the callback to Motel California and I think they were trying in a v teen wolf way to explore scott's depression and sucidal tendencies and i really want more. i may have to write a thing negl. i am high key obsessed with that. and then when he tells the nogitsune he isn't ready to die?

and just again. my scallison heart was so full of feelings

lydia screaming allison's name? and her get memories back????? ahhh! ahhh!!! ahhhh!!!

as an angst gremlin, i loved the way stydia played out.

i ended up really liking eli. he's just a little kid and a loner it seems like and i really want to write something where he loves the jeep so much because it belonged to his hero: scott

the scerek of the ending. OMG. I loved that. Derek did the self sacrifice. babbbby.

oh speaking of: Scott using his alpha roar to force Eli to HEAL is just sooo 🥺

The chris/melissa/peter polyship of it gave me fun feelings. im into it. bourne, bohen and ponzio understood that assignment

I loved that Mason was there! I love him. But I really wanted a lot more. And I'm pretty mad that we got no Liam and Mason hug. Unfair. To me.

We are clearly diving into some of my problems now I love Malia. I love Parrish. I am not sold on them together even if I really enjoyed their scenes. esp the "pep talk"

I wish I'd gotten more scalia closure, but their awkward scene was fun in its way

I'm not even a Liam fan and I'm pretty mad about how little he gets to do. Like. Why bring him back if he doesn't even get to exist hardly?

I am beyond irritated that they introduced Hikari and then gave her... nothing. No personality. No anything. Esp because Workman is talented! Let her do *something*! I am sad there wasn't at least one sciles moment. That's the fix it fic *I* need. I need sciles content so hard now. I will, I am sure, have a lot more thoughts after I rewatch. But I enjoyed myself and will again.

#teen wolf #teen wolf movie spoilers