#Liam too but he actually apologises

[pinkniz]

My brain is currently pumping out multiple thoughts at the same time and one in particular is that

Do furry espers pant to thermoregulate? They're covered in fur and they would only be able to sweat through their pawpads but those are too small to properly regulate them so.. what if they need to pant when they get tired or when they start feeling overheated?

(I've studied animals my whole life leave me alone I cant help myself)

[disneyprincemuke]

you can't spell lonesome without me * fem!driver

everyone and everything she's ever loved seems to be slipping away from her grasp and she doesn't know how to stop it

pairings: sebastian vettel x fem!driver, logan sargeant x fem!driver, mick schumacher x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver, liam lawson x fem!driver

notes: hi! matt and rocky angst comes after this so hehe gl with this guyz hope u enjoy it because it actually took 20 years of my life tryna write this LOL

(series masterlist) | (📂 2025: fall from grace)

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sebastian keeps telling her that it’s not her fault; to look at the bigger picture to get some perspective. but she doesn’t quite understand why the bigger picture has to have liam in it — frankly, who cares if liam’s qualified 15th and she ended up behind him? that’s not the point.

the point is she finds herself at another weekend where she couldn’t deliver results.

she hasn’t spoken much since she crawled out of her car after getting knocked out in the first round of qualifying. and she appreciates that matt hasn’t forced anything out of her just yet.

she’d stormed out of her garage and tried to get through all her interviews as gracefully as she could. but how could she ignore her results when, week after week, the questions and criticisms are the same?

it’s slowly getting harder and harder to keep her feet on the ground when things are slowly coming undone around her.

and she can’t thank matt enough for letting her cancel their plans without another word. she’d simply uttered that she just wanted to be locked away in their hotel room and he agreed without prodding too much.

she steps out of her racing home, taken aback by the 4 other bodies of her friends that are riddled by the porch, all on their phones. she tilts her head as she holds the door in her hands. “what are you guys doing here?”

logan is the first to look up, furrowed eyebrows and lips pursed in what she can only assume to be out of annoyance. “what do you mean? we’re heading out for ice cream tonight.”

she glances at matt next to her, who’s already looking at her as he awaits her response. she sighs as she looks back at her friends. “i’m sorry, mate,” she apologises, shaking her head. she weaves herself out of matt’s grasp and takes a step forward. “i’m not feeling great tonight.”

“what?” oscar whines, lifting his head from his phone with a slight frown. “is it a fever? are you alright?”

“i’m alright.” she smiles very slightly, picking on her arm as she forces another lie to her lips. “we can go tomorrow after the race, but just not tonight, i think. i’m sorry.”

liam furrows his eyebrows with a loud sigh. “is it because of qualifying?” he grins when she looks over at him. “if it’s any consolation, i’m not happy about it either, mate.”

she laughs softly. “yeah, it sucks.”

“i can’t do tomorrow. my flight’s right after the race,” mick frowns with a sigh. “i’m meeting laila for a bit before the next race weekend.”

“oh,” logan hums, turning away from mick to look at her. “we can go just us, right?”

“i can’t either,” oscar hisses, his frown growing. “i’m flying back home for an event that lily has. she needs me there.”

“ah,” she grins with a nod. she looks at logan. “we don’t have to get ice cream this weekend. it’s okay.”

logan raises an eyebrow. “you’re sure?”

she nods. “i’m sure.”

“it feels like it’s been so difficult to get a grasp of you lately. have you gotten too famous for me?”

she turns around with her head tilted, lips puckered as she takes a sip out of the pepsi can in her arms. “oh, hi max!”

“hi!” max perks up at her smile. “i’ve barely spoken to you since the second race. how are you?”

she sucks in a deep breath as she looks around the busy paddocks, people turning their heads at her and max, and some cowering away immediately when she catches their eye. she looks back at max with a frank smile. “good.”

he lifts an eyebrow. “really?”

she knows that talking to someone would probably ease her mind with all her thoughts. it might even calm her down to a certain degree.

and she almost does.

but she doesn’t. instead, she says, “of course. i feel great, even.”

“well,” max puts a hand on her shoulder, prompting her to snap her head up to look at him, “take my advice, mate. don’t be too hard on yourself.”

but the question still begs: how exactly does she not do that?

there’s a slight scowl on her face as she looks up at the podium. her arms are folded over her chest as the australian national anthem blasts from the speakers.

her best friends have made it on the podium this season — without her. while it’s not totally unheard of that she misses out on the share of glory, it’s never usually her on the receiving end of this torment.

at least not as of late.

to oscar’s left is logan clad in blue, and to his right is mick in the mercedes suit. it’s almost annoying.

there’s an itch in her brain and a smidge of resentment starting to grow in her chest. it’s wrong to feel this way — she knows it is — because these are her friends achieving big things in their sport. but is it so wrong that she’s starting to feel a little jealous?

just a little bit. just a little. just a touch.

maybe if she sleeps this off and wakes up tomorrow, all remnants of resentment would somehow no longer exist.

she shouldn’t feel this way, no. it’s not right. she forces a smile to her face, waving halfheartedly at oscar when he catches her eye. he pumps his fist into the air and waves his trophy in the air.

next to her is lily with her phone up, pictures and videos taken. and of course, ylona’s next to her, waving excitedly at logan as she points at her phone to get him to pose for a picture.

she presses her lips together, annoyance growing in her gut as her airways start to close in on itself. it’s just so hard to breathe especially with everyone pressed up against her. she’s still sweaty from the race, her hair is sticking against her forehead and her race suit starts to feel just slightly restricting.

she huffs softly, hooking a finger into the neckline of her fireproofs.

but everything feels like it’s burning.

“excuse me,” she mutters, dropping her head low as she pushes herself through the crowd. she ignores the way lily and ylona call after her in confusion.

she heaves when she manages to rid herself of the crowd, hands on her knees as she struggles to catch her breath. she catches max’s eye right by parc ferme, engaged in a conversation with charles.

she sees the way he perks up in concern at her but chooses to ignore it. she just picks herself up and heads to the media pen to do her interviews.

the feeling will eventually leave.

she looks around the ice cream parlour, slouched slightly with her hands pressed between the cushion of the seat and her thighs. in retrospect, it felt like coming out after media day would have been the ideal time to come out and indulge in ice cream.

but now that she’s sat here, stuck between liam and mick in a booth, it seems that she has made a mistake.

“what are you having, rocky?” logan asks, tapping the table in front of her to catch her attention. “rocky road with extra marshmallows still? or do you feel like vanilla ice cream today?”

with the way her stomach has been churning recently, any form of chocolate makes her feel sick. she shakes her head. “maybe just a lemon sorbet if they have that available.”

an audible gasp comes from either side of her. she throws her head back and looks between them. liam has the back of his hand pressed up against her forehead, mick’s tilted his head with furrowed eyebrows and logan’s staring down at her with parted lips.

“what are you guys doing?” she asks mellowly, swatting their hands away from her. “don’t touch me.”

“sorbet?” liam scowls, pointing a finger at her. “is everything okay? you’re like sorbets’ number one hater.”

she raises her eyebrows and chews on the inside of her cheeks. “am i?”

“yes,” logan emphasises. “you literally told me off one time for having sorbet during our ice cream dates. you and oscar wouldn’t let me live it down for weeks!”

she blinks at him. “you got a raspberry sorbet, so you had that coming.”

“no!” logan shrieks. “sorbet? really? what’s wrong with you? is everything okay? you always say sorbets are inferior to ice cream.”

she nods hesitantly. she vaguely remembers the one time that she’d gone on a drunk tangent about sorbet not being ice cream. to which she can say that she understands logan’s argument. “well, i’m not really feeling ice cream today.”

mick hums, making her turn her head to look at him. “if it’s just this one time, i guess we can excuse the behaviour.”

she hears logan humming, eyes still narrowed down into a glare. “just this one time, rocky. i’ll give you a chance.”

“great, thanks. i was worried you’d bully me into having ice cream tonight.”

“keep up the sarcasm and i’ll actually force you.”

she flinches when she opens the door to her driver’s room, only to find it occupied. she blinks. “seriously, you’ve got to stop taking advantage of seb.”

“we missed you,” oscar grins, comfortably lying in her bean bag, tapping away on his phone. “and you weren’t answering our texts in the group chat.”

she looks over at matt and points at her friends. “really? you let them in?”

the green-eyed boy shrugs, lips pressed together. “4 versus 1 argument — remember that.”

there’s nothing that she wanted all day but to come back to a peaceful and silent driver’s room. she’d wanted to simply sit with matt in silence before she had to get up and drag her feet to a conference room and come up with diplomatic answers on the spot.

she just needed a couple of hours to herself to think and recuperate. to get herself in a better headspace after these past couple of races.

“where are we heading for ice cream tonight?” logan raises an eyebrow, not sparing her a look as he continues to tap away on his phone.

“ice cream,” she mutters, trailing off as she blinks. “oh, my god.”

she shakes her head, her palm pressed against her forehead. amidst everything that’s been in her head, she’d completely forgotten to research an ice cream parlour for them to visit tonight.

oscar chuckles. “you’ve forgotten, haven’t you?”

“yes,” she answers, somewhat apologetically. “i’m so sorry. and i’m busy today, i don’t have the time. can either of you find a place?”

but there’s a different answer that she hopes they would choose instead of the standard answer that they’d give her.

she finds them wanting to say nevermind; that they’ll just not grab ice cream together.

to her dismay, that’s not what mick says. “oo, can i choose?”

“give it a while, kid.”

“i don’t have a while!” she shrieks, looking around at her mobile car, cars passing her from the track. she can practically hear the comments and see the headlines once she steps out of the car when the race finishes. “tell them to fucking get it together! what the fuck is going on?”

she’s looking around wide-eyed, desperate to meet anyone’s eye for an explanation. the longer she stays parked in the pit, for what was supposed to be a pit stop, the less threshold she has to stay in the race.

“this is absolutely insane, seb. i was in p5 before this shit show.”

“rocky,” he hears her sigh into her ears, “just be patient.”

she dug her foot into the acceleration when the sign flipped to the bright green colour. adrenaline pumps through her veins as she convinces herself that her car will be good enough to put her back into a good spot.

that she’s good enough to put herself in a position where she’s no longer on the receiving end of harsh words this weekend.

above all else, she needs to prove to herself that she hasn’t lost her touch as a driver.

“you’re currently in p9.”

“what the hell happened during that pit?” she complains, the urge to roll her eyes growing stronger. “that was so fucked up, seb! you know what– it isn’t. it’s absolutely fucking unacceptable.”

“i know, rocky,” seb answers calmly, clearing his intonation to ensure that the young girl hears him. and actually listens because it doesn’t seem like she’s absorbing much of what he says. “we’ll debrief later after the race, okay? just focus on making the most out of the weekend.”

she grunts. “fine, whatever.”

“ice cream tonight?” logan pops up next to her, grinning when she lifts her head from her intense gaze on her shoe. “found a spot?”

she sighs, blinking. “no. i forgot.”

logan takes a spot next to her on the couch, furrowing his eyebrows. “you forgot again?”

“yeah,” she huffs as she looks away to avoid his gaze. “sorry.”

truth is that she didn’t look for one on purpose. she just simply doesn’t feel like heading out with them tonight.

she just waits for the time that oscar and logan will let her be. perhaps the stupid ice cream tradition needed to be abolished altogether. just seems like a waste of time.

“no worries,” logan grins, patting her head gently. “you’ve had a long couple of race weekends past you. i’ll look for one, okay?”

she breathes out shakily, smiling halfheartedly. “okay, thank you.”

she finds herself dreading the ice cream date with her friends. she trails behind the group with small steps, watching her feet with every step as she formulates a way to escape her obligations.

she clears her throat and lifts her head. “um.”

“she’s spoken,” oscar jokes, grabbing logan’s arms — previously hitting him — and turns back to grin at her. “the curse must have been broken.”

“someone found the unmute button on the remote!” logan giggles, scrunching his nose. “what’s up, rocky?”

liam hums with a smile. “your girlfriend remembered she has friends!” he looks over at matt and nods. “good for her.”

“i’m like,” she trails off, biting down on her lip as she forces another lie out, “totally not feeling great. i’m on my period and i’m kind of lightheaded. is it alright if i sit this one out?”

“aw, bub,” matt coos, shoving liam off of him, arms extended as he approaches her. he tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows. “you’re on your period?”

she looks up at matt, wide-eyed as she slowly nods. “just got it before we left my room.”

which is a lie.

“aw, does that mean matt’s not coming with us?” mick frowns, furrowing his eyebrows. “i haven’t spent time with him forever, that’s so unfair.”

she shakes her head, flashing mick a small grin. “no, it totally doesn’t mean that. he can go with you guys — i just wanna head back to the hotel and take a nap, really. i’ll be okay on my own.”

matt hums. “i’ll go with you.”

“you should go with them,” she laughs, grabbing his arm with a small nod. “i’ll text you when i’m back, i promise. i’ll be okay — i just need to take a nap, i reckon.”

logan furrows his eyebrows and his smile drops at her insistence. “i can walk you back to the hotel if you want.”

she shakes her head. “i’ll be okay. you guys have fun, okay?”

she kneels on her beanbag, lips pressed together as she looks out of the tiny window of her driver’s room. right by the porch of her racing home are her friends gathered, laughing and having a good time as they awaited her arrival.

“bub,” matt sighs. “are you sure you don’t wanna come with us?”

she turns around with a small smile, scrunching her nose. “i’ll be okay, bub. i’m just not really feeling like heading to the club tonight.”

he walks over to her, slumping his shoulders as she leans into his body for a hug. “at least let me stay with you? i don’t like you being alone when i’m around. i’m sure we can come up with some silly excuse that they won’t giggle at like 12-year-olds.”

“you have to go,” she hums, pulling her head back to look up at him, “it’s logan’s race win — just go in my place, please? tell him i’m really sorry i can’t be there.”

he hums, cupping her cheek. she leans into his touch with a soft sigh and her eyes fluttering close. “you should tell him that yourself. you owe him that much; he’s your best friend.”

she shakes her head, her hand coming up to rest above the hand that’s on her face. “i can’t,” she chokes, tears filling her eyes, “you know how i feel about this. just do this one for me, bub.”

“fine,” he sighs, hunching over to press his lips to her forehead. “but you can’t keep avoiding logan and oscar and throwing me out there to face them. they miss you, you know?”

she can hear logan’s laugh in the air mixed with ylona’s. she grins slightly, “i’m sure they’ve got better things to care about other than me.”

“don’t even say that,” he pulls away, “text me when you get back to the hotel, okay? i love you.”

she scratches the back of her head roughly, nails digging into her scalp as she holds her helmet in her hands.

she mutters under her breath as she tears everything off from her body: her balaclava, her gloves, the earpiece. everything’s not right, everything’s not going her way and that’s unfair.

nobody’s worked as hard as she has to be where she is right now is all that goes in her head. it’s unfair that she’s getting the brunt of the criticism when it came to andretti’s performance on the grid this year.

she doesn’t see liam getting decimated by the masses, and she clearly doesn’t see it on sebastian or her team principal or mechanics for not producing a car to get results in a weekend.

she’s qualified at the very back of the grid this time — p19. just imagine what everyone will have to say; what everyone will zoom into just to have something to say about her driving.

it’s always her skills, never the fact that the car is simply shit.

“rocky,” she hears sebastian sigh behind her. “let’s talk.”

she shakes her head, clenching her jaw as she heads towards the exit of her garage. she doesn’t bother turning around to look at him. “just fuck off.”

the one thing she wishes to stop coming by is sebastian’s excuses for the team. it’s the same thing over and over again. it’s unfair that she’s the one getting fucked over by the media.

it’s not fair.

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No.42 Chapter 8

Art Donaldson x reader slow burn

I’m sorry for the late chapter but I hope… the end might make up for it 🫶🏻 taglist is always open my lovelies

Part 7

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You had been avoiding Art since his comment. It wasn’t hard. He’d spent the last week practically living at Stanford, only coming home to sleep or show Patrick his smashed rackets. The boy was relentless. If it wasn’t so normal you’d assume he was avoiding you too - little did you know how desperate he was to talk to you.

‘Why’s it such a big deal? So he gave you a nice compliment, this is Art. He can be sweet, you like him I don’t get why you’re avoiding him?’ Patrick punctuated his sentences with large bites of his burrito, legs outstretched on the sofa. You were trying to explain to him why it was easier to just avoid Art for a while than to ask him any questions he might not want to answer, especially so close to the Challengers. After a lot of venting you were left hunched over, head in hands, exhausted by every worst case scenario you’d cruelly imagined up for you and Art.

‘If you’d have just fucked when you were supposed to then-‘

‘Hold on…what?’

Patrick cleared his throat, his sudden forced expression not masking the glimmer in his eye. ‘Why’d you think I left you two alone at Liam’s?’ Before you could think of what to say he answered for you. ‘I guessed there was something there, something worth exploring that wouldn’t be helped by my ass being there all the time, so I left you guys on your own. I knew Liam had like 20 free bedrooms for you to find, which you did, but no you got pissed instead.’ He started laughing, although the judgement was very real. ‘Sorry I disappointed you.’

But Patrick didn’t sense your tone instead he carried on, ignoring the deepening scowl on your face. ‘Give him a blow job or something, maybe then he’ll chill the fuck out.’ Without hesitation you threw the remote at your best friends head. ‘We’re all he’s got, what the fuck is wrong with you? Don’t talk about him like tha- or me like that actually!’ But before you could continue your rant Patrick pointed painfully at the confused audience member standing in the doorway. Art.

‘Um…’

It took you less than 30 seconds to reach your room and lock the door. The headphones quickly followed as Art asked for you and Patrick apologised through the door - their voices pleading. After a few moments you heard Patrick mumble something under his breath to which Art replied, unmistakably, with ‘Fuck off.’ And he did.

Your fingers clutched the scratchy material of your cheap bedding, reaching for the buttons like a lifeline as Art continued his pleas.

‘Just let me in Y/N. It’s just me.’

With a sigh you caved, stood up and opened the door a jar. ‘Where’s Patrick?’ He’d left. ‘Is he mad at you or me?’ Art looked at you for a moment, his puppy dog eyes distracting you from the issue at hand. Sometimes you forgot just how pretty he was. You had a lot on your mind at all times and no one thing could be at the forefront constantly, although Art certainly tried to be. ‘Me.’

‘Hmm.’

His jaw twitched as he gaged how steadfast you were in keeping the door ajar. ‘Can we talk, properly?’ Quite begrudgingly you opened your door in its entirety, hearing the gentle thunk as the edge hit your wardrobe.

‘Wanna say why you’ve been avoiding me?’

You shrugged, not sure how to articulate a single thought for him.

‘You’re not all I’ve got and you shouldn’t be worrying about me.’ His smile was so genuine and pure you wanted to melt, to hold him in your hands delicately as if he were glass. You wanted to protect him from all the poison and cruelty, including that in his own head, and make him feel safe. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that I just - I worry a lot.’

‘There’s no need.’

‘I want to believe you.’

Art fiddled with his hand, slipping his fingers against one another in a quick rhythm. His eyes were low, transfixed on the shitty carpet for too long, he only broke his stare when you held his face. With both hands on either side of his face, surprising yourself with your bravery, you assured him how talented he was.

‘But it’s not just that okay? Remember it’s not all about tennis, or food or practise or any of the stupid diets you think get you those trophies.’

Art just looked shocked for a moment, you’d never touched his face before and now you weren’t letting go. As you spoke words he longed to hear he half focused on the closeness of your lips to his and the intensity in your eyes as you spoke. He felt fifteen again and like you were one of the many cheerleaders he’d been too afraid to ask out. He felt enamoured.

When you’d finished your speech you widened your eyes at where your hands still were, as if you’d had no control at all. ‘Sorry…’ you mumbled after dropping them, wanting to awkwardly retreat. For some reason you didn’t even notice Art’s blushing and as you walked away Art realised no one had ever made him blush before.

‘Y/N?’

You turned around with innocent surprise in your eyes, as if you hadn’t just left him in your room unattended. ‘Art?’

‘Come here.’

What?

‘Come…here.’

Was it possible to faint from words? When you turned your head you saw Patrick was nowhere to be seen. It was safe.

‘Okay…’

You slowly walked back into your room, as if it were foreign, towards Art. His facial expression had changed from stunned to deep in thought, his jaw clenched. He closed the door behind you and slowly but surely pressed you against it. After a moment you couldn’t help the bright smile that grew on your face as you realised Art Donaldson was nervous to kiss you. The two of you looked at his chest as it rose and fell rapidly, his mouth agape and his eyes focused.

You gave him another moment, gazing up at him because he looked delicious, until your patience dissipated. Forcefully, and without warning, you pulled Arts body to yours and into the centre of the room. Just as he left out a gasp you kissed him with a need that just wouldn’t let up. Your hands were in his hair within seconds as you felt his tongue against your own. Hands, hands hands: in his hair, up his shirt, on his shoulders. You felt all of the years desperation ball itself into one concentrated force that wouldn’t be satisfied. Not until the man before you was in your bed.

Just as you panicked that this hadn’t been what he’d intended at all, Art was moaning into your mouth running his hands down your neck to your waist. Little did you know he was restraining himself from taking you completely right then, just incase you weren’t ready. He’d fantasised about the taste of you in his mouth, about the weight of your hair in his palm as he moved it out the way to kiss your neck. He’d fantasised and fantasised until that was all it was but … you were there. It was happening.

‘Well…’

Art was almost panting, hair messy, face flushed and lips glossy. Fuck…you’d done that. The two of you had broken the kiss for air and air alone. You bit Art’s lip already ready for more of him as the door opened.

‘Forgiven me y-‘ Patrick’s frown left as soon as it came, he was grinning as he closed the door. ‘Sorry!’ He yelled. You’d all apologise to each other later over take out but now you had a future Wimbledon champion to please.

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[umi-adxhira]

I got inspired from the cursed Mc ask and I was thinking what would the suitors think about an mc who doesn’t speak much but it’s only until the suitors are in danger that she warns the suitors to cover their ears and uses her curse being “ Sirens song” to control the attackers and lure them into the water ( the draw back is that she would lose her voice for some time hence why she doesn’t talk much ) , how would they react? ( sorry this was long)

𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 | 𝐌𝐂 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ʀᴇx, ʜᴀʀʀɪꜱᴏɴ ɢʀᴀʏ, ʟɪᴀᴍ ᴇᴠᴀɴꜱ, ᴇʟʙᴇʀᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪᴀ, ᴀʟꜰᴏɴꜱᴇ ꜱʏʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴄᴀ, ʀᴏɢᴇʀ ʙᴀʀᴇʟ, ᴊᴜᴅᴇ ᴊᴀᴢᴢᴀ, ᴇʟʟɪꜱ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀ

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: In her My Little Pony era (iykyk)

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

#𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐗

He always knew there was something off about you. He wasn't sure what it was, but the nagging feeling in his heart disappeared

He finds you very useful. He doesn't hope to use you to his advantage because you can easily catch on and use your song against him, so he keeps it safe for now

"Who knew my little Robin was this powerful, hmmm? And at the expense of your own voice... my my my, you're too cute,"

#𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘

Always kiss your neck whenever you use your siren's song because he thinks your neck hurts after. It doesn't... but he still does it

When you first used it, he wished he could have opened his ears. He bet you must have sounded heavenly

"My love, would you be a dear and sing me a lullaby my mother sang to me when I was younger... I always wanted to hear your sweet song,"

#𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒

Honestly, he wished his curse was cooler than that like yours. He understands the side effects, but still. So cool

He doesn't like that you can't talk after you use your curse, but he still somehow understands everything with a simple facial expression or a nod

"I want to hear your voice, my precious angel! Aaahhh, maybe later, let those vocal chords rest up!"

#𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐀

If only your voice was an obtainable object, then he could keep it forever with him. He'll place it on the top of his desk, for everyone to see, knowing that they can't have what's his

Was surprised when he found out about your curse. He asked you if you were okay after taking down the enemy, and you simply nodded. He worries for you, but he knows you'll be okay

"Do you need water? I can get some for you... no? Okay, we'll stay in bed until you're okay,"

#𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀

He probably already figured out about your curse, which was why he already covered his ears before you could tell him to cover them

I feel like one time he actually didn't close his ears on purpose to hear you sing... no regrets

"I'm okay...! My dear, no need to worry about me, don't apologise. I'm fine, all is well,"

#𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋

He was surprised. He never heard about anyone having a curse outside of the crown. Of course, he is very interested, so he will probably research you (with consent)

Always make you drink warm water after using your curse so your voice can go back to normal faster

"Drink this, dove... it's water, not some potion. I promise, haha. Don't you trust me?

#𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐀

The woman was too stunned to speak

I feel like this man was so shocked he went silent for a few minutes before Ellis had to shake him back from the dead

Will probably ask you to help him in negotiations in his company or for missions, but will never push you past your limit

"Yer fucking crazy, you know that, right? How long were you gonna keep this from me, eh?"

#𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Woooww, his lover is so cool! His reaction is pretty much the same as Liam, but more worried and doting

A kiss on the forehead whenever you use your curse, so he knows how much he appreciates you

"Seeing you out there makes me so happy, love. I want to stay with you forever, and hear your sweet voice,"

#𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑

Also probably knew as well, but knew because he was informed by the Queen, unlike Alfonse who is a smarty-pants

Does that funny thing where he wraps his hair around your neck like a scarf whenever you use your song, so you feel better

"How long were you going to keep me in the dark? Oh, how wounded am IIII~?

©️umi-adxhira [24/07/2023]

[archiveikemen]

Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 24 (Crazy Love)

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I don’t expect much. My heart that just had that thought was screaming to hear the words that would be spoken a mere second later.

Liam: Kate. Back then, I couldn’t take your hand.

Liam: I couldn’t bring myself to reach for your hand that you so desperately held out to me.

Liam: However, I…

His trembling fingers gently touched mine.

Liam then firmly grasped my fingertips before wrapping his larger hand around my hand.

Liam: Ahh… I…

Liam: The whole time, I wanted to touch your hand like this. By my own will, I… I wanted to grab your hand.

The warmth between our interlaced hands made my heart stir painfully with emotions.

Right now, Liam and I were living in this situation because it was inevitable.

Liam: Kate. You always believe in tomorrow.

Liam: Even when tomorrow seems full of uncertainty and dreadful, you take a step forward and face it while trembling at the same time.

The pair of eyes in front of me softened and narrowed, as if embracing my show of courage.

Liam: I… I want to become someone who can stay by your side. I don’t want anyone else to have that position.

Liam: I may not be the best at walking towards tomorrow. But if it’s a tomorrow with you in it, I want to run towards it together…

Liam: Kate. The way you’re the only one I look at and chase after is almost comical.

Liam: So… please, be there in my tomorrow and waiting for me.

(... Yes.)

(These are the words I’ve always wanted to hear.)

Liam: Don’t go anywhere. Don’t… don't leave me behind…

(...)

(Leave Liam behind?)

Kate: W-Wait a second. Who’s leaving who behind?

Liam: You leaving me behind.

Liam: You decided to leave us, so this dinner party is to bid you farewell—

Kate • Liam: :O

Kate • Liam: Could it be…

Victor: Ahaha. Sorry, Kate.

Victor: I just couldn't wait any longer.

???: It was this middle-aged man’s (Victor) idea in the first place to lie. I mean, I did go along with the idea, so this is on me too.

Liam: … Harry.

Back from his mission, Harrison was nearby enjoying the sweets with a satisfied grin.

Harrison: I have the curse of a lying fox. Did you forget that my words shouldn't be easily trusted?

Liam: By any chance… was everyone in on this?

Roger: Heh.

Alfons • Elbert: …

Jude: Huh? What are you talking about?

Ellis: Jude. Shh…

Liam: Pfft… ahahahaha, gosh.

Liam: Seriously, this is why you all are villains!

William: Only realising that now?

Liam’s laughter was carefree.

His smile was like if stars had fallen from the sky, sparkling brightly and captivating my eyes.

Kate: Fufu…

All the tension that had been building up inside me was released instantly. Warm tears trickled down my face.

Liam: Kate…?

Kate: … Sorry. I just… I just felt so relieved… to see your smile…

Kate: The way you’re smiling right now and communicating your feelings to me is making me so incredibly happy that I can’t help overflowing with love for you.

Liam: …

Liam: Sorry, Kate. I’m about to do something very selfish.

(Huh?)

With my hand in his, Liam dashed out of the dance hall.

Liam: — Let’s go.

William: Haha. Is it alright for the star to be absent, Queen’s Aide?

Victor: Yeah, that’s alright. I love watching those kids living freely.

…

Liam immediately hugged me tight the moment we ran into his room.

Kate: L-Liam?

Liam: I know that I shouldn't take away the star of the party.

Liam: But your tears were so beautiful and lovely… I didn’t want anyone else to see them.

The way he looked so much like a dejected cat made me forget about the tears I shed just a while ago and smile.

(I’ll gladly accept anything that will happen.)

Kate: Please don't apologise. … That actually made me happy.

Liam widened his eyes in surprise before frowning and nuzzling his cheek against mine.

Liam: Mm… don’t let me get too carried away.

Despite his playful tone, I could sense his unease.

Liam had been suppressing his own feelings so long, so I wanted him to express what he truly felt in his heart.

In front of me, at least.

Even if it's something confusing.

(Don’t hesitate when our gazes are locked like this.)

Kate: … That’s okay. Whenever you’re thinking of me, please believe that I think the same way about you.

Liam: Really?

Kate: Yes. Really.

Liam: Then…

(Ah…)

He pressed his lips against my ear, gently nibbling on it and sending shivers through my body.

Liam: If I’m thinking that I want to touch you more, is it still okay for me to assume you're thinking the same way…?

Liam: Touching you isn’t enough. I want to make love to you until you’re all wet and dirty, is that okay…?

(... There’s only one answer.)

I nodded, and Liam held me down on the bed and slid his hand underneath my dress.

The dress I had specially put on for Liam to see was tossed to the edge of the bed, my bare body covered in nothing and glistening with sweat.

Kate: Haa… ahh…

(... I’m going crazy.)

Liam’s tongue roamed my chest, my skin still feverish and my body limp from my first climax.

Kate: Ahh…

Liam: I figured you’d like it when I do this to you. … I’m going to make love to you a lot.

Knowing that my body had become easily aroused because of all the pleasure he had brought me, Liam smiled and spread my legs before pushing himself deep inside me again.

Kate: Nngh…

Liam: Haa… you’re so warm… Kate…

My legs wide open, Liam thrust into me over and over again, making me scream in pleasure.

Kate: aahh…

Liam: W-What’s the matter with me… I want you so badly… I’m going crazy…

I was so captivated by the passion in our gazes as our eyes met, I forgot to breathe.

The hungry look in his rose-coloured eyes was like that of a cat in heat.

As if to satisfy his hunger for love, he indulged himself in my body and warmth.

Kate: …

For a moment, I found his ferocity frightening.

However, my intense feelings of love for him surpassed my fears; and so I tightly embraced his sweaty back.

Kate: It’s okay. You don’t have to hold back. I’ll give you everything you want, all of it.

Liam: …

Liam: … Yeah.

Liam: Perhaps… up till now… I’ve never truly lived.

Liam gently guided my hand to his chest and placed it over where his heart was.

I could feel his heart beating like a small animal’s.

Liam: I don't know why… my heart is racing like this…

Just feeling it with my palm wasn't enough, I wrapped both arms around Liam and embraced his whole body.

…

Kate had fallen asleep from exhaustion after countless love making sessions. Liam gently stroked her hair as she slept peacefully by his side.

He’s spent many sleepless nights like this, but none of them were as peaceful as tonight.

For the first time in all his years of living, he thought that the silence of the night felt pleasant.

Liam: … Thank… thank you… Kate.

At that moment, it started raining in his heart.

The rain that signalled the onset of an episode had always been ice cold. But, this time, it was soft like a gentle rainfall in springtime.

He heard the voice of the other him who lived inside his heart.

(... It’s been a while. I’ve been wanting to meet you.)

… What, you’ve never initiated a talk with me before.

(I’m sorry for everything up till now.)

… ~ silence ~ …

(All this time, I’ve always thought of you as a Grim Reaper luring me towards my death. I was wrong.)

… ~ silence ~ …

(I lived my life as if I were a dead man. You were only trying to remind me that I was alive, weren't you…?)

… What about it? So, what do you want? Do you finally want to get rid of me?

(Nope, you’re the other me. You’re the scars from my past wounds. That’s why, you definitely won’t ever disappear.)

(But I want you to watch me. Watch as I walk towards my tomorrows.)

… Do whatever you want.

Just know that if ever you go back to being a coward, I’ll drag you back into the darkness. Remember that, yeah?

The sound of the rain faded away and disappeared.

Liam: …

Instead, all he heard was the sound of Kate’s breathing as she slept soundly.

He would surely tell Kate about the peaceful night first thing in the morning when she wakes up.

[imeriayapping]

hey!!! how are you doing?

ohmygosh for the liloscar imagine liam having a seat in the alpha tauri and logan and oscar don't have a proper friendship anymore and liam and logan get super close since they were team mates in f2 (i think??? i dont follow them unfortunately but ill read anything you write all ur ideas are fantastic) and then oscar gets jealous like that should be me so he goes to logan and they get in an argument abt this and they both basically declare their love for each other and then logan gets all confused and shaken up because he thought he had a good thing with liam going on and now his feelings are all confused to he talks to liam about it and he says he likes logan too but they want to focus on their careers so they put a pin on it or smth and then later on oscar finds liam in a little breakdown because of his seat and the rumours if he's good enough to move up to rb or if he's gonna be replaced mid season and oscar knows how it feels like to never have ur seat confirmed to move up and basically being treated like shit bc of alpine so he goes and comforts him and liam's like huh ohmygosh how nice and he grows feelings for him too so they all like each other and bam: relationship

and then there could be little snippets of ppl on social media posting abt them because they keep their relationship public but private so they never say anything abt it and ppl just speculate and it's never confirmed

sorry for the ramble, have a lovely day 💕

Don't apologise for your rambling it was amazing to read!!!!

But i would probably go a bit different about it, maybe Logan got that second alpha tauri seat so now they can actually spend time together while his friendship with oscar went a bit still. It takes effort from both sides to keep up texting or meetups and getting into f1 made it harder for them. And then there was last year with Williams that hit Logan pretty hard so keeping in touch was hard. Oscar not really reaching out first, too wrapped in his own team did affect this too.

So now Logan is constantly in close proximity to liam and they are back to their f2 flirting and all that. Oscar mostly see that online in pr vids that they make or something like that and it annoys him because it wasn't like that even with Alex so he gets snappy in any interactions they have which is strange and highly unusual for oscar.

And one too many comments bring logan and oscar into some far away location, maybe even one evening when they stay in the same hotel or something. At first it's very still and tense conversation, but then oscar let something slip and it actually angers logan bc he wasn't there for Logan when everything was shit and liam did so there no reason for him to act like this. Then he admits his feelings not noticing the slip bc of how furious he is. Oscar answers also very heated that he in fact also have feelings for Logan and it all goes on.

They don't do anything about it because Logan needs some space to think but now they at least acknowledged attraction between them which is something

Logan talks to liam about all of this bc they both know that something is there but just never talked about it. And above all else liam is his friend so they literally just talk about it like "i know that i like you and that you like me too but here this thing with oscar and i have no fucking idea what to do" and in the end they decide to just wait till summer break when they can have some uninterrupted time together and see what will come from that

And then happens part with liam breaking down (maybe because he already with rb for so long but now that logan is also here they have practically same treatment and not really any prospects for rb seat bc yuki now have it?)and oscar and liam open their eyes toward eachother and then they all actually get to the relationship part during summer break hehe

[karahalloway]

Isle of Misfits: Chapter 8 - Burnt by the Truth

Fandom: TRR x Platinum x OH x CoP x TNA (so far...)

Series: Isle of Misfits Round Robin hosted by @choicesprompts

Word Count: 1,200

Characters: TRR's Leo Rys, Liam Rys, Olivia Nevrakis (RoE's 'Katie Rys', TNA's Sam Dalton and CoP's Trystan Thorne mentioned)

Warnings: M (swearing, references to depression, references to alcohol abuse, references to suicide)

“You’re still angry, aren’t you?” Liam asked as he and Leo stepped out of the bar following their randezvous with Trystan Thorne.

Leo threw a scoff back at his brother. “Why on earth would you think that, Your Majesty?”

Liam heaved a low breath as he watched the former Crown Prince of Cordonia stride off into the warmth of the night.

Leo had always been the more opinionated of the two of them — which certainly got him into a lot more hot water with their father than Liam believed was strictly healthy for one’s constitution — and this latest ‘divergence of opinion’ was no exception.

His brother just had to be made to see that the intervention was for his own good.

Brokering a peace alliance between warring states would’ve been easier…

But, soothing ruffled feathers is what Liam had been trained to do since he could talk, so if anyone could make his obstinate brother see reason, it was him… right?

“Leo, please,” he pleaded, jogging after the shadowy form of his sibling. “If you will just—”

“Why?” came the bitter response. “So you can tell me how much of a disappointment I am? How much I let you and the kingdom down? Don’t think I haven’t heard that speech a thousand times before…”

“Actually, I was going to try and apologise…”

His brother’s words caused Leo to stop short. Turning slowly around, he regarded Liam under the moonlight. “You pulling my leg?”

“No,” Liam insisted, spreading his hands to show his sincerity. “I genuinely am sorry. The entire situation could have been handled much better. You’d come back home to try and get away from the unfortunate situation you found yourself in — quite accidentally, but all accounts — and instead of offering you the moral support you so clearly carved, I annihilated your trust by going behind your back.”

“So, why did you do it?” asked Leo, folding his arms. His brother’s words had touched him, but he wasn’t going to give Liam the satisfaction of caving to the clearly well-rehearsed words to just hug it all out. “If there was an issue, you should’ve just come to me.”

“I… I couldn’t,” Liam admitted, his shoulders dropping a fraction of an inch.

“Why not?” Leo demanded suspiciously.

“Because Katie intimated that you would never do something like this voluntarily,” Liam explained tightly. “And… if you didn’t do it, she was going to file for divorce.”

The breath left Leo’s body like oxygen being sucked out of a vacuum chamber. “She what—?"

Liam looked up at his brother sympathetically. “Why didn’t you tell me that things had become so fraught?”

“I didn’t realise that they had…” Leo admitted in a hollow voice. “I knew she wanted me home more, to be with the kids, and stuff, but… Oh, Jesus, I’ve fucked this royally, haven’t I?”

“It’s not too late,” Liam consoled, stepping up to his brother to lay a hand on his shoulder. “She’s willing to give you this chance. But you have to commit to the program. Bertrand has had success with several clients already, who were arguably in bigger strifes than you.”

“Not with their wives, though…”

“No,” Liam conceded with a smile. “But that’s why you’ve been paired with a mentor — so they can guide you through—”

“Sam Dalton is a dick.”

“I am afraid I have not had the opportunity to—”

“He left his wife to be with his maid,” Leo spat. “What the hell does a man like that know about love, commitment, the sacrament of marriage, of—”

“You left Madeleine in the lurch when you announced your engagement to Katie…”

Leo opened his mouth, only to quickly close it. “That’s not the same thing.”

“Bertrand knows what he’s doing,” Liam assured him. “Give this a chance. Who knows? You might be pleasantly surprised by the outcome.”

“Why couldn’t you have found me a normal rehab in Switzerland? Or, better yet, California?”

Liam couldn’t help but snort. “Because you escaped the last rehab centre that Father sent you to. In the middle of a blizzard.”

��Yes, that was certainly one of my more daring jailbreaks,” Leo admits whimsically. “But the food was terrible. I had to bail.”

“Yes, well, you are on an island this time,” Liam reminded him wryly. “And the Beaumonts have a Michelin star chef on retainer, so—”

“Yeah, yeah,” muttered Leo with a sigh. “I’m stuck here.”

“That’s the spirit!” quipped Liam with a grin, slapping his brother jovially on the arm.

Leo rolled his eyes at him.

“But in all seriousness,” Liam added. “I hope you make the most of it. And are able to patch things up with Katie.”

“Yeah…” agreed Leo with a low exhale. “I hope so, too.”

“Rough night?”

“You could say that…” Leo admitted, shuffling across the polished marble floor of the foyer.

Despite the tense start to the heart-to-heart, he had managed to make up with Liam before his brother’s departure back to the mainland. But the revelation that his own wife had been the instigator behind not only the very frightening kidnapping, but this mandated exile as well, was going to take longer to digest than the remnants of the copious amounts of alcohol he still had floating around in his system.

Dropping the magazine that she’d been casually perusing, Olivia swung her killer heel clad feet off the arm of the Chesterfield sofa she’d been lounging on, and moved to join Leo. “Need a hangover cure?”

“This is going to take more than a pair of raw eggs and some Lythikosian pepper sauce…”

She grabbed his arm to pull him to a stop. “Liam told you, didn’t he?”

Leo’s eyes met Olivia’s flashing emerald gaze, before falling to the floor. “Yes…”

The Duchess of Lythikos’ mouth hardened. “He shouldn’t have done that. It was not his place.”

“Yeah, well… The cat’s out of the bag now…” Leo grumbled, continuing his weary trudge back to his room. “That’s got to count for something, right?”

“Not really…” Olivia muttered. “Because now you’re going to fall into a chronic bout of depression, try to give yourself liver poisoning, and seriously contemplate jumping off the twelfth storey balcony, and I’m going to be the one who has to try and talk you out of it… Again.”

“Hey!” Leo objects, coming to a halt. “It wasn’t that bad! I—”

“If I hadn’t booked you on that Mediterranean cruise against your will, you’d be lying six feet deep, rather than merely lying to yourself.”

“Harsh!”

“But accurate,” Olivia replied. “Which is why I’m going to throttle our beloved King the next time I see him. He’s single handedly set you back by at least two weeks.”

“Well, considering that I’ve gotten absolutely nothing out of the first two weeks I’ve been here, I’d say we’re simply back to square one!”

“Eugh…” groans Olivia. “You Rys are going to— What’s that?”

“Ow!” cried Leo as Olivia’s blood-red nails dug suddenly into his forearm. “What the hell are you—?”

“Something’s burning…”

[sapphia]

a lot of people have been attacking his victims actually. on Twitter, on Instagram, on TikTok. Maya had to turn off her comments bc they were full of "are you happy now?" so yes. his fans have been blaming her and the other victims and everyone who rightfully held him responsible for his actions and so did magazines and such w their titles btw trying to paint maya as a monster

i mean, that’s always going to happen on twitter. if you take what ten years ago was the biggest fandom in the world and give them a dead boyband member and a person who’s accusations directly led to their suicide, it would be considerably more surprising if she didn’t get horrible dm’s from the far-too-many parasocial people upset and blinded by the situation. you would have this even if she hadn’t accused him of heinous stuff, tbh, because those extreme vestiges of the fandom will always find someone to blame and they already hate the women in their celebrity’s lives.

is it shitty? yeah. is it at all unexpected or at a level that implies it’s fandom wide or even a large part of the fandom? no. it’s certainly not the leading narrative out of all of this. i’ve seen far more posts saying anyone who is not openly hating liam is an abuse apologiser — and even those posts i don’t think have been enough to justify the amount of contradicting posts i’ve seen saying “it’s okay if you’re grieving!! you don’t have to feel bad for being sad, even though he did bad things!!”

i don’t touch tiktok anymore but I can see the twitter and instagram stuff and even on there its far from the main conversation topic and is vastly outweighed by the people condemning such attitudes/behaviour.

all sympathy to maya who must be going through just the worst time right now and i’m sure is being greatly affected by all of this. but there’s this implication that like, the fans or the fandom as a whole have turned on her, when (as is always the case with massive, passionate fandoms) there are just a very small number of people inside them who are totally unhinged and don’t care to behave properly.

also i’m not sure which headlines you mean exactly but there’s a difference between blaming maya and accurately describing her allegations as having lead to liam’s actions while piecing together the leadup to his death. it’s not her fault, but the headlines i’m seeing also aren’t claiming that it is — just that her accusations were causative, which imo they were.

[wdwmarveldisney]

I found it so relatable!! And since requests are open! Maybe one where the teen wolf pack has a few items of clothing they all share for bonding and scent sharing or whatever but none of them fit reader which really bums reader out and makes them feel left out of the pack/disconnected from the group until maybe reader gets gifted a sweatshirt in their size (by the pack) to finally be able to share with everybody? If it feels too much like Thought of You or doesn't give ya inspo that's just fine! Appreciate you being willing to listen!!

Sweatshirt Apology

The Pack x reader

Summary: You don’t say anything about the pack clothes not fitting and when they find out, all they can do is apologise for not realising sooner.

Masterlist

A/N: When you think you’ve already put it out but turns out you never pressed the button. It’s hasn’t been well proofread but I do love it

GIF isn’t mine

Sitting in the back of Stiles' jeep did nothing to battle the cold of the night. The others stood round outside, all of you waiting for something to happen. They were all wrapped up in their coats, talking quietly as you sat in the back of the jeep, arms wrapped tight around yourself to try stay warmer. The idiots hadn't informed you of the new plan and then had turned up at ten at night to pick you up. So here you were in plaid pj trousers and an oversized top that had one too many holes across the collar and sleeves shorter than your patience. And with them rushing you, you only had enough time to grab shoes and socks to put on when in the jeep, a coat long forgotten.

Completely zoned out, you didn't notice Scott and Kira make their way over to the jeep to get something out. Scott headed round the other side of the jeep as Kira walked straight to your side, sending a sweet smile your way. You noticed immediately that she was wearing a 'pack shirt'. It was the light grey one, some football club or something. You thought Liam had that one right now. Or maybe it was Malia who was supposed to have it.

You were broken out of your thoughts as Kira laughed nervously and Scott was looking at you worried from your other side. You realised you'd missed Kira's question and you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, "Sorry, what did you say? I'm so out of it." Kira laughed slightly again, this time with you hesitantly joining in. She leant against the car as she fiddled with her necklace and Scott was searching through his bag. With both doors open, the breeze was making a shiver run through your body, perfectly backing up Kira's words, "You're cold. I think Stiles has that red pack hoodie in the back of the jeep if you want it?"

Another shiver ran through you but it wasn't the cold anymore. Actually the embarrassment and slight shame was heating you up quite a bit. See, the pack clothes you all shared weren't so much shared with you. Well, they were, the pack always handed the clothes to you. They were just never worn by you. You'd tried them all on obviously but that was really the issue. None of them fit. Well, they did fit but they fitted tight and uncomfortable and in no way right. The way they fitted made you want to tear them apart to be able to breathe. So you had gotten into a habit of just using them as a pillow case. That way, they still got your scent and the pack would never find out the shirts and hoodies didn't fit and they wouldn’t feel, I don't know, sorry? Uncomfortable because it?

So you shook your head at Kira, smiling softly at her and a worried Scott. Fucking chemosignals. "I'm all good. I'm not too cold, just tired. And missing my bed," That wasn't a lie, you really did miss your bed. You could hate how the clothes didn't fit while in peace in your bed. Scott clearly wasn't believing a word that left you, standing up slightly as he pointed to the back of the jeep, "I can go get it now, you don't have to worry, no one's using it. You haven't actually had it in ages." He carried on to himself as he went to round the jeep but your eyes went wide as you shot up and all but shouted, "No!"

That got the attention of more than just Scott but the whole pack too. Kira was frowning slightly along with Scott as the others looked over confused. You gave your best attempt of a smile, your eyes focused on Scott as he appeared back in the doorway, "No, I don't need it. I'm fine, seriously." Scott raised his hands in surrender, nodding at your words and you relaxed back against the seat. Great, now you looked like mad to all your friends. You don't hear Kira or Scott say anything else before they head back to Stiles, Derek and Malia, who they were talking to before. Exhausted by not only that interaction and it's, no doubt, consequences but also by the day you had had in general, you did your best to lay comfortably across the back seat of the jeep, trying to get some sleep.

Unbeknownst to you, when Scott and Kira got back to the others with small frown on their faces, Stiles immediately jumped to question them, "What the hell was that about? What did you do?"

"It wasn't me! They're- They're sad. Really sad," Scott tried to explain, glancing back to the jeep as Kira gave a small nod and to the surprise of everyone, so did Derek. He pointed vaguely towards the jeep as he spoke, "They do. Been like that on and off for weeks now." Stiles looked round them all, hoping to get some sort of supernatural answer to it all. When they all stayed silent, he huffed, "Well, do we know what happened recently? I mean, I can't think of-" Stiles cut himself off when he saw a look of realisation dawned on Kira's face, "What? What? What is it?"

"We got the pack clothes about the same time, I think," Scott paused at what Stiles said before he nodded, eyes alight with realisation. The others nodded too and Stiles paused as he thought it through. He was always one of the few you were closer with, a bond formed from all the nerdy shit you two loved and he was one of the very few people in your life who had ended up seeing you cry. It was at a movie but nevertheless. And he had noticed the way you had frowned and closed yourself off one night when even Derek's spare coat didn't fit right during a storm.

He shook his head, hand running through his hair as he couldn't believe how oblivious they all were. The others around him waited patiently for him to expand on the annoyed and pained look he suddenly had. Well, all except Malia. She looked round the others before leaning in a little as she spoke to Stiles, "What's wrong with you now?"

"The clothes don't fit them. They can't fit into them and they don't want to tell us because they think it's embarrassing," he sighed out, nervously fixing his flannel but then his eyes lit up and he smiled round the group, "But I've got an idea."

-

It was a few days and one supernatural incident solved later that found you worriedly and curiously knocking on Scott's front door. He'd texted to say to come ASAP, texting 911 but there was no signs of struggle, no signs of breaking and entering, no signs of any trouble at all. It made your stomach swirl with a slight sickly feeling, bile in your throat until the door opened and there stood Scott and Lydia, completely fine and with wide smiles on their lips. Yeah, you were gonna kill them.

"911?" They could tell by the tone of your voice, the way your lips pursed and the raise of your eyebrow that you were pissed. Scott's face fell as he looked back to Lydia who's bright grin didn't waver. She held her hand out to you, "Just come on." Hesitantly and slightly grumpily, you took her hand and let her lead the way to Scott's living room where the others were. They all looked variations of nervous to happy and you couldn't for the life of you figure out why. But then your eyes caught something in Stiles' hands.

A sweatshirt. A dark, maroon sweatshirt that looked like the one saved in a stupid Pinterest board on your phone that you had mentioned that you'd die to have. It even had that silly little design on the back, the white silhouetting perfectly on the dark red. It looked soft and comfy and more importantly, it looked to be your size.

You stared round, even more confused with ten times the amount of questions as before. So, you simply settled with a small point to the sweatshirt, "What's that?" Stiles rolled his eyes, sarcastic quip on the edge of his tongue but not ever leaving as you glared up at him. What you didn’t account for was Malia, “It’s a sweatshirt,”

“I know that. Why are presenting it to me like it holds some godly power?” Liam snorted, doing his best to not laugh as Mason did the same beside him. Cory looked like he was gonna join in but instead shoved Mason’s shoulder when Derek glared their way. Scott looked nervously round everyone as Stiles rather aggressively nodded your way and suddenly everything was so much more confusing. “Okay, what the hell is going on?”

Scott finally spoke up, “It’s the new pack sweatshirt. Lydia saw it and remembered one similar that you said you liked,” He looked round for help when you still looked a little confused and everyone else looked hesitant to bring something else up. Eventually Malia sighed, explaining, “We noticed none of the other fitted you so we got you this one. We want you to have it first.” You nodded, looking around at everyone sheepishly agreeing and though Malia’s bluntness over the whole thing wasn’t exactly unexpected, you were entirely grateful for it.

A small grin made its way to your face, “You guys did that? You didn’t have to.” Everyone looked confused by that, Stiles scoffing at the thought, “Oh yeah, cause that’s completely insane for us to do,” he sighed, dropping the sweatshirt into your lap and shit, it was soft, “Look, we can’t have pack clothes to share if not all the pack fits into them.”

You fiddled with the sleeves, folding the sweatshirt neatly in your lap as you took a deep breath. You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t know what to do. You felt like crying but that also felt incredibly embarrassing so best not. Instead you settled on looking round them, “So, um, what was my cut?” You didn’t understand their confused look. Pack clothes costs was split between them all to make sure they could buy more. “You don’t have to pay,” Kira reassured and now it was your turn to look confused, “But you guys got this specifically for me. If anything, I should pay a bigger cut.”

“Oh, shut up,”

“Stiles!” Lydia warned before she sat next to you and wrapped her arm around your shoulders to pull you into her, “This is a gift, you don’t have to pay. We all feel bad that we didn’t even think about sizing so this is our apology.” You didn’t fully get that. You were also at fault, for not telling them but if that’s how they saw it, you weren’t complaining. This was a free sweatshirt you guys were talking about.

Still, you didn’t know what to say. This- no one had done this for you before. To be fair, you’ve never really been in a position like this before. That’s so not the point though, you needed to focus. Wrapping your arm around Lydia to pull her into a proper side hug, you looked round all the others with a grateful smile, “Thank you. You guys didn’t have to do that.” That caused an uproar of disagreements, everyone except Derek piling into hug and you laughed at that. You had some weird fucking friends but you loved them to the ends to the earth and that was never changing.

[ashersbraincell]

Just had the most terrifying nightmare yet, one of those stereotypical ones that actually incorporate both real life events twisted into optimum trauma factor scare and topped off with a dusting of sugar(your traditional spooky stuff)

I will try to retell it, but first

TW: bodies, trauma, school trauma, second hand embarrassment, sleep paralysis, nightmares, night terrors(?), being chased, body horror, physical abuse, bullying, fear of the dark, fear of heights, hyperventilation, hyperventilating, false awakening, being stared at, being watched

Okay, so first thing I remember is that, for some reason, in this dream-universe it was required of all school graduates to complete a day of chaperoning the youngest(a year 7, I live in Britain). So I’m chaperoning this kid, I think his name was Liam? Something with an L I think. Looks, kinda familiar? I’m not sure now. I couldn’t recreate his face now if you asked me to imagine it clearly but in it was still much clearer than most dream characters.

Well anyway, we check in with the head of the school(who, again, looked familiar but I don’t think I actually knew her irl. Perhaps she was a mashup of all the female teachers I’ve known that had long-ish white blonde hair. Well anyway, she sets us off for the day. I find myself actually somewhat compassionate for the kid, which I guess was expected since, again, in the „dream universe” the reason this was required was to build compassion and kindness or something.

So there were two moments when my school trauma(bullying), particularly showed up. Once, just, seeing that familiar hallway. With the Nurses office and all(personal detail, won’t make sense but wanted to add it for myself). Then, later, there was a more elaborate moment. So it’s breaktime, and this kid meets up with his chubbier, glasses friend(/not negative just the two descriptors I particularly remember. He was also blonde like Liam but his hair was slightly more bowl-cut shaped).

Said friend has a bottle(for some reason, one shaped like those gas tanks? It was huge) of alcohol. Naturally, I caution them but I’m too timid to overstep my boundaries. Doesn’t matter though, since lessons start up again and. The crowd comes(another trauma, my school had major overcrowding to the point that it became dangerous oftentimes when breaks would end especially). I get lost in the sea of people, and start completely panicking/crying/hyperventilating when I feel some guy just, grab my hair and yank it continuously(didn’t happen specifically back then, but I had many other experiences of being physically abused in those crowds, shoving, shoving against walls/door-frames, kicking, etc).

It cuts to later when I’m apologising for just, blanking out like that but the aforementioned blonde haired lady is forgiving. Later, it is lunchtime and I loose the kid again, I assume among the masses of people though this time I don’t think it was any more scary than just being a crowd(don’t think any more physical abuse occurred). So I’m looking for him everywhere and eventually remembered that some kids would gather in classrooms to eat(this didn’t actually happen, again, dream-universe thing), and check until I find him and sit down.

They are, unsurprisingly drinking alcohol. At some point I HAD reported that so I wondered how they weren’t caught. Somehow, H(again, personal detail, stands for a name I OBVIOUSLY dont want to disclose) was another chaperone for some other kid there at the time, which is suprising how much of a general red flag he is as a person. But I try to put up face and just, make it to the end of the day. But, eventually we start watching cringey tik toks to make fun of them, and an old one of mine comes up(though I’ve had cringey tik tok accounts that I am mortified by, this one wasn’t an actual one I’ve had, again dream-universe thing. Not necessarily a trauma but it is a fear of mine that someone could find the ones that DO exist so another point for realism horror ig). Obviously I’m so distracted by this that we proceed to be 10 MINUTES late, and that’s apparently my last strike.

Now here is where I think my brain ran out of material to torture me with, because things get more, if not in an extremely bizarre way, „traditionally” nightmarish. As I take the walk of shame to the library, slowly transforming into a librarian, the kids’s, all the kids’s eyes have become nothing but bright red circles in a fashion that would almost the cartoonishly ridiculous would it not have had the immersiveness of the dream. All staring. And they’re droning, all in unison, something I don’t remember. I’m dream universe, I was aware of this being the consequences of failing my mission, being sentenced to working as the librarian at that school forever.

Later cuts to me in the car with my mom, talking about my „demotion”, ig. I mention the fact that the blonde haired teacher lady ACCUSED me of drinking the alcohol myself and that being the reason for my lateness, since I was much too embarrassed to admit to what actually happened. I, of course fervently denied the allegation as it was obviously something I’d never do. To which she patronisingly continued to not believe me, „reassuring” that it was „understandable” for someone my age. A statement, much to my disappointment and disbelief, my mother echoed. She would not believe me either. The whole thing had very „fallen Angel” vibes so I guess it had that going for it in the metaphorical department

Then, for some reason, we were walking through and out of an apartment complex, one of many in a line, though this one had a straight line on path towards a bridge…over a completely dark abyss. A huge one, too. Apparently, this was a normal occurrence of getting home every day(one could make out the end of the bridge, and it didn’t look particularly damaged, but it sure as hell wasn’t sturdy(it was one of those hanging rope ones). We start going through, and I just hear this bellowing howl from within the abyss. We begin to stagger back, obviously, but out of the corner of my eye, towards the edge of the abyss, on a sort of shore, I notice a…mass? No, a body. It’s really pale, white, like completely with a greyish hue, and curled up in such a way I can’t make out a head, but I wouldn’t be suprised if it was bald.

I am horrified, instinctually so. Like I just, KNOW that it will begin to chase us and something HORRIBLE will happen if it should get to us. As I begin to audibly go into hysterics(ie „oh god, oh god, what the fuck, oh god” etc) it begins to move, jerking in in-human ways, as I sprint for it. At first, my mom has the idea to try to duck behind and hide behind some of the apartment complex’s walls, (they were irregular, not lined up smoothly, with a section pertruding forward in the middle of each one) but I just knew it wouldn’t work. In hindsight, I thought my screaming had already set off it’s instincts and it was after us anyway. I eventually let go of my mom’s hand, and keep running. At this point, I was already like, half-dreaming, half-imagining it, as I was already gradually waking up so I kinda just had a „man, fuck this” moment and fully pulled myself out of the dream.

Had the sneaking feeling it COULD turn out to still be right behind me towering over my bed(I was turned towards the wall) l, so I did many a reality checks, a double-reality checks to make sure I was fully awake and wasn’t in for another round via false-awakening. I wasn’t.

Dude, when I tell you it was fucked up. One of those nightmares you wake up hyperventilating from. Eurghhh

[holyshit]

It makes me so sad and so angry as well when I see people saying they're still mad at Liam; they have absolutely no right... Man was going through stuff and he apologised so many times! I know he's everyone's least favourite but why can't you just ignore him then instead of saying you dislike him in the tags of every post about him you reblog? (general you, not you specifically)

mhmm i think people still holding that against him so viscerally feels like way too much at this point, especially when it's clear the boys, the people the comments were actually about, seem to have supported him through this. and also especially since a lot of people who are still talking about him seem to have very little compassion for addiction and what he was going through. he's clearly been doing the work to make amends (and seems to be paying for it more than what happened was actually worth imo) and has been working on his health, and i am very proud of him.

[disneyprincemuke]

hot laps * fem!driver

the fact of the matter is that she's got the reputation of being a reckless driver on the road, but they didn't know the extent until they had to join her for a hot lap around the track

pairings: bother figures x fem!driver, 4lyfers x fem!driver, macky

notes: hi i got bored at work and this is what i did instead of my dissertation

(series masterlist) | (📂 the sophomore year)

-> max verstappen, #1

literally cannot stop screaming the entire time

he knew she was a reckless driver by some degree on the road

but not like this

she takes him on an extra lap and goes faster, almost clips the wall and almost loses the car

is kinda impressed that she recovered it somehow

stumbles out the car a sputtering mess at how hard she’d gone in the car

“remind me not to anger you”

-> logan sargeant, #2

unfortunately is used to his life being in grave danger at her hands

lowkey still has a heart attack even though he knew she’s been driving like this since he taught her how to drive a road car at 16

holds onto the handles for dear life

disappointed but not surprised

“i almost got murdered trying to do content with rocky”

-> lando norris, #4

is silent most of the time

wide eyed though

is kinda traumatised at how fast she was going

because she seems to be having a lot of fun

just walks away the minute she parks the car at the grid

"doesn't seem normal to be giggling and humming songs when you're driving at 200km/h"

-> alex albon, #23

a little impressed

not sure what logan’s deal is about her driving

her driving reminds him a lot of george’s recklessness behind a wheel

isn’t as bad as george so that’s a win to him

“she’s a close second to george on the list of people i wouldn’t let drive me around”

-> liam lawson, #30

cussing her entire bloodline the minute she accelerated

apologises for every time he’s angered and pissed her off

his eyes were closed half the time, only ever peeking through an eye every couple seconds

terrified for his life

“have you ever considered operating a rocketship instead of a race car”

-> mick schumacher, #47

kinda enjoys it actually

she’s driven his car on the road before

asks her for a second lap because he literally doesn’t have the time to go to an amusement park

she says no

says she'll do it if he pays her money and the rates are $5/km/h

“it’s like getting on a roller coaster except it’s not nearly as scary”

-> george russell, #63

screams half the time she’s driving

literally tries to be a backseat driver

could feel his stomach left behind at sharp turns and his lifespan decreasing

actually saw his life flash before his eyes

“i need to apologise to alex for my driving behaviour”

-> oscar piastri, #81

would rather be anywhere than in a moving car with her

tries everything in his power not to get in the car with her

is unfortunately dragged in by lando because “if i had to go through it, so do you”

“i’ve lived with her, i’ve BEEN through it”

doesn’t feel much during the lap

feels kinda nice actually

better driver than he remembers her to be

“perhaps my expectations were low, but you weren’t as bad as i remembered so good job”

— bonus

-> sebastian vettel, #5

doesn’t even blink

sits there and takes it

kind of wonders why he allowed himself to be the target of the socmed’s team

from a race car driver perspective: good, but as a human: it’s absolutely foul

jelly legs when he came out of the car

“whoever let you have a license should have a stern talking to”

-> matt cornett (boyfriend!)

is praying for his safety the minute she approached him with bright eyes and a hopeful smile that he’d join her for a hot lap

literally thinks she’s going to kill him

isn’t as bad as he thinks

still thinks the rate she went at was too fast for his personal preference

she shrugs and admits that she went slower than she did with everyone else she's taken

is offended and asks her to give him the same treatment

literally regrets it

“i literally thought i was going to die at your hands”

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[mayasdeluca]

So is jack a 911 dispatcher now? That's cool I guess. Ngl I dont think travis did anything wrong by calling ben out for working while knowing he's injured like be sensible it's not just yourself you're putting at risk. I'm so worried about vic. Maya is so adorable and that scene in the beanery was so funny she's such an adorable lil bean🥰 (also why is ben breaking out? I mean we've all been there but did I miss something) they need to stop shoving ross and Sullivan down everyones throats. Andy I do try to like and I dont really dislike her but I hate how she's always the hero in every situation and she gets praised for things others get punished for I find it so offputting for her character. Beckett I'll never like I mean seriously he couldn't even apologise to maya for the months of mental abuse he put her through? Really?

Yeah I actually think it's a pretty interesting way to keep him involved. I don't think Travis was wrong for calling Ben out either but their fighting was definitely getting excessive. But whenever Ben is doing something he knows he shouldn't be, he gets super defensive and annoying so it's not surprising. I'm worried about Vic too but Barrett has been absolutely killing this storyline! Next episode looks crazy for her but it's so great to see her get a storyline that Barrett really gets to shine and show her acting chops (and it doesn't revolve around a man for once). I felt so bad for Maya in the beanery scene because it was so cringe to see them just act like she didn't exist and that she was bothering them with her jokes and pictures of Liam. 😭 Like I get it was a rough shift but don't take it out on her! I really wish they had Andy completely own up to how she treated Maya and not just say that Maya 'always shows up' and then bring up the academy stuff. The way they treated her when she was captain was way worse and more relevant of a topic IMO. It just feels like Maya is always the one who has to show remorse and make things right but can never get it in return, it makes no sense. (And it especially happens in Emily's episodes which is so strange to me.) The Beckett/Maya scenes were so frustrating. Nothing justifies that nonsense.

[moriartyluver]

I also think Back to the old house by The Smiths is fl's and william's song mainly bc of the "and you never knew how much i really liked you cause i never even told you oh and i meant to, are you still there? have you moved away?" like ahhh😭😭 william kinda messed things up by telling her he didn't love her at all AND ALSO MAKING HER FEEL LIKE AN UNLOVABLE HARLOT ????,@&*#?

And i just know he internally giggled and blushed when he found out she loved him too. But it made him cry so bad too cuz bro rejected her at the same time although he'd love to have her. It would all be perfect otherwise but nah he just had to embrace his inner emo.

-👹

Tbh they’re so The Smiths coded in general (also r u mine Liam loveeees the smiths)

I don’t know if I mentioned this but Liam felt so guilty that he actually wrote a letter for Sherlock to give fl before he ‘died’ to apologise for insulting her but Sherlock’s dumbass went and saved Liam WHILST HE HAD THE LETTER and it never made its way into fls hands

Bro the entire scene, Liam was debating on just taking off with her and when he was insulting her, he couldn’t look her in the eyes because he knew if he saw her crying, he’d actually just abandon his plan altogether 😭 your honour, they are soulmates!!

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Enduring Ties - Chapter 6 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"So, how have you been settling in?"

"Liam is still learning his way around but he much prefers being able to share a tent with his friends and he appreciates the community here. He's grateful for your help in all of this."

"That's nice but I asked about you, not Liam."

"I, um... there haven't been any incidents, sir, if that's what you're enquiring about?"

"That's good to hear. Have you..." Hamish started to say but he was interrupted by the tent flap pushing open.

Liam entered the tent, a tray of food in hand and a smile on his face that quickly faded as he took in the scene in front of him.

He gave Tris a firm jab in the ribs with the toe of his boot.

"What?" Tris mumbled as he stirred awake.

"What's this?" Liam asked, nodding towards Hamish and Cailan.

Tris rubbed at his eyes.

"That's Hamish. You know Hamish."

"Not well enough for him to be with Cailan, unsupervised."

Roope sat up, fully naked and rubbed at his temple.

"I'm sure they were only talking, Liam. Hamish wouldn't do anything inappropriate."

"I suspect you're quite right about that but I need to be the one to make that decision. Every time. I told you it was okay for you to bring people back here and you promised me your guests would never have unsupervised access to Cailan."

"You're absolutely right," Roope said. "We had an agreement with you and we broke it. We apologise."

"Yeah, shit," Tris said as he sat up as well. "I didn't think anything of it because it's Hamish but you're right. We made you a promise."

Liam let out a long, slow breath and nodded.

Cailan could tell he was still upset but he was a reasonable man and he wouldn't keep an argument going after a sincere apology had been given.

He turned his attention to Hamish.

"You were just talking to him, yes?"

"Of course," Hamish said. "Or trying to, anyway. He doesn't say much."

"Companions are trained not to gossip behind their masters' backs."

"I didn't realise I was requesting deeply privileged information when I asked him how he was."

"He's not stupid, Hamish and neither am I. There's a lot that could be gleaned from a truly honest answer to that question. Now, I don't necessarily object to you having that information but I do disapprove of the methods you've used to try to obtain it."

"That's fair," Hamish said. "Tris, Roope, why don't you go finish your nap in my tent so that Liam and I can talk?"

"Yeah because if there's one thing that's going to make this day better it's waking up to Simon finding me sleeping in his tent," Tris said as he started to put his clothes back on.

"No thank you but we will fuck off so you can talk. Might as well go get some lunch while they're still serving it."

"Thank you," Hamish said as he watched them dress.

He waited until they were gone and had left the tent and then he got up and sat down on their sleeping mats instead.

Liam did his best to offer Cailan a reassuring smile and then he went and joined Hamish on the other sleeping mats.

"So," Liam said as he sat down. "Did you simply see the opportunity to have a conversation with Cailan and decide to take it or was this a situation you set out to create?"

Hamish laughed.

"Listen, Liam. We have a community here and I consider it my responsibility to make sure that everyone who lives here is safe and taken care of. Cailan may be a slave but he lives here too so I take responsibility for his wellbeing."

"I think you'll find that Cailan's wellbeing is my responsibility. I'm sure your intentions are good but you know nothing about him or what his needs are."

Hamish nodded, took a drink of the wine and handed the bottle to Liam.

"I agree, actually but I can't help but wonder if that level of social isolation is good for him. Even if you're absolutely perfect and do everything you can for him, surely having just a single person in his life isn't ideal."

Liam took a long swallow of the wine.

"I used to try to include him in activities with my school friends but it never went well. The more they felt like I was allowing them access to him, the worse it went. I learnt not to trust anyone with him."

"You trust Tris and Roope with him."

"I do, yes."

Liam took another drink of the wine.

"They're a different breed of men. I believe you are too but understand that I've known Tris and Roope for years and I didn't introduce them to Cailan until we made the move here. I do not trust easily when it comes to Cailan's safety."

"I respect that, really," Hamish said. "You've done what you've needed to do and if you've kept him safe in a place like this I can't say you've done a bad job of it. But Liam, I've tried talking to Tris and Roope about Cailan. Asking them about him. They tell me they know nothing, that they have nothing to do with him and I don't think they're just being tight lipped for the sake of your privacy."

"Well... no, that's accurate."

"Why?"

"He's timid. He doesn't like to talk to others."

"Of course. From what you've described, other people have only been unkind to him."

Liam finished off the wine and then lay down.

"Hmm..."

Hamish lay down next to him.

"What happens if something happens to you? I assume you have an inheritance plan."

"Tris and then Roope."

"You understand the issue then, yes?"

Liam nodded.

"He needs to know them."

Hamish stroked a hand over the top of Liam's hair.

"That's right."

Liam shut his eyes and pressed into the touch.

"Thank you for caring. I must seem like an imbecile,but this is harder than it seems."

It was Liam who wrapped an arm around Hamish, Liam who pulled him closer and pressed their lips together.

Hamish kissed him back, slow and deep.

Cailan squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face into the pillow.

Liam had never done this in front of him before but he had known it was only a matter of time.

He bit down on the inside of his cheek and scolded himself.

It wasn't right for him to feel this way.

Liam was not his.

A good slave did not get upset when he did not get what he wanted and Cailan was a very good slave.

At least that was what Liam always told him.

"Ah," Hamish said. "I think I should go."

"What? Why?"

There was a moment of silence and then Liam said...

"Oh."

"I'm not a homewrecker, Liam," Hamish said and then Cailan heard the sound of a short, light kiss being planted somewhere on Liam's body.

"I'll talk to you later."

[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-“