The Wolf on the Motorcycle

Holt Stevens - 24 - Werewolf - Handyman

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fayyebaker:

She knew he meant his words, but of course not the way she wanted him to mean it. Faye kept her head down and her thoughts to herself as she wondered what exactly there was to say in this situation. She had not been this vulnerable since her parents had passed on. And it was difficult that the first time she had done it, she had been rejected. Her lower lip began to quiver again as she tried to hold it in this time. She rests her head to his chest, trying to pretend like none of this happened.

Holt squeezed her tight. Although he felt like a dick and a horrible person for putting Faye through this, he knew it was the right thing to do. He didn’t want to lead her on or make her think differently because he didn’t want to hurt her. At least this way she would be free to meet someone else. Andrew. The fucker was here. She was probably well aware. “Just don’t go falling for his majesty Andrew,” he joked under his breath.

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ohlottiedarling:

Everything felt so normal with Holt. It was like for a little bit of time she could pretend that her life wasn’t some screwed up mess. She kept her fingers intertwined with his, happy that he hadn’t pulled away. Maybe it was a bad idea to have a big crush on someone, considering her job, but she couldn’t help it. He made her smile. “Oh, I’m not going to ask you questions all at once. I’m not going to do that to you.” She laughed softly, knowing she probably did have enough questions to bombard him with but she had at least a little restraint, “Uh, we can start easy I guess… I mean, it’s really dumb and stuff. What’s your middle name?”

Holt smiled at her first question. He liked that she wanted to know the stupid stuff that people didn’t really think about. His answer was embarrassing but he wanted her to know him and a big part of that was his past as well as his present. “I don’t have one,” he shrugged, “I was born to a more wolf kind of family and we didn’t get middle names. What’s yours?”

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fayyebaker:

She cried into his shoulder, her body shivering as she just stood there in her arms. Faye felt somewhat embarrassed, but she knew even though this wasn’t something he wanted to pursue, they were still best friends. His words didn’t feel helpful though as she continued sobbing. Faye didn’t feel like saying words, after awhile she stopped crying and just stood there with his warm arms around her. A warmth spread through her body as she let out shaky sighs wondering if there would ever be a chance to feel that way.

Holt kept a hold of her as he started rubbing her back gently. He didn’t want Faye to ever feel this way and to think he had caused it, hurt him deep down. He turned and kissed her head gently. “You know I love you,” he mumbled, “I’m always gonna love you.” He wondered if he should shut up and leave, he didn’t want to make it any worse for her.

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fayyebaker:

Her whole body turning red again, her heart in the middle of either coming out of her throat and beating out of her chest, she felt her lip quiver again. She nods at his words, the tears finally running down her cheeks as she tries to hide it as best she could. “Okay,” Faye barely could get out before finally bursting into the crying sobs she had been trying to hold back. She didn’t know if he would be the one to maybe never want to see her again. She felt like absolute shit and him leaving was the last thing she wanted, but it wasn’t as if she could tell him that. Her heart felt broken.

Holt was so surprised by her actions that he froze for a second. Then a moment later his arms were around her. He pressed her head into his shoulder trying to give her comfort even though this was all his fault. He had no idea she felt this strongly about him. He couldn’t process it. He didn’t know why someone like Faye thought of him in that way. He was so beneath her it wasn’t even funny. “Shh please don’t cry,” he whispered, “I’m sorry... I’m sorry.” The wolf had made a mess of his best friend. “I didn’t know you felt that way,” he continued quietly, keeping his arms around her for as long as she wanted him to.

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poppymoonegrove:

His words and the tone she picked up in his voice made her pout. That wouldn’t do. She’d chosen him for whatever adventure may happen, and he couldn’t just say no. She huffed for a moment, before shaking her head. The more she was denied her something, the more she wanted it. “No, no, no. Bad mood be damned.” She tugged his hand gently, “Pretty please. I don’t want to walk these woods all on my own. You look like you could fight off a big bad wolf, if one comes to punish us for walking off the path” She looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. He hadn’t pulled his hand away, which displayed just how polite he was, perhaps she could convince him without a magical little whisper. She giggled softly,  “I promise, you will have fun.”

Hotl wasn’t sure if she was going to take no for an answer, but he felt like he needed to politely put his foot down. He wasn’t going to wander off on an adventure with this stranger. He wasn’t Guest Services staff member and he wasn’t working right now. “Look I’m sure you’re great fun but I really just wanna be alone,” he insisted as he took his hand back. He started to walk away from her hoping that she’d take the hint.

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ohlottiedarling:

Even though she was scared, and a little hurt, there was something genuinely sweet about Holt. She’d never had a guy bring her flowers before, or care so much about her, really. Her focus had always been on keeping her family safe and fed, and the attention felt strange but in the nicest way. There was a brief silence that hung in the air as they stared out at the lake, simply holding hands. A thought popped into her head, an innocent game and she smiled, “Okay, how about twenty one questions? It will be fun, right? I don’t know. I feel like I just want to know all the silly things that probably don’t mean much.”

Holt turned to look at Lottie when she mentioned twenty one questions. He smiled as she second guessed herself. She was perfect and didn’t know it. When he was with Lottie, he felt like he wasn’t in some weird universe where everyone was fucking and his wolf seemed to be taking over. He felt like he was back home. “Alright I’m game,” he replied with a bigger smile, “so we taking turns or you wanna hit me with ‘em all at once?”

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poppymoonegrove:

The resort had already become Poppy’s favourite place. So many pretty people, so few restrictions, it was like a dream that had taken four hundred years to come true. She imagined whisking her brothers and sisters away from the Fae court so that they could flourish in such a wonderful place, but alas, it wasn’t meant to be. She had taken to wandering through the gardens and the forests in the few days she had been there but she knew it was probably time to stop being the girl who walked barefoot in the woods and actually try to meet people. After all, she could influence people if she didn’t talk to them. There was a spot where the path met the woods and she spied someone walking. She skipped over, reaching for their hand without waiting for permission, “Come, come, I’m stealing you for an adventure. The path is so boring, why not leave it behind?” She spoke in a sing-song voice, almost childlike in it’s excitement. It was always more fun to cause a little confusion.

Holt had been going for a walk to try and clear his head but apparently this place wouldn’t let him have any peace. He should’ve sensed the woman but he was tired from the Full Moon and he wasn’t as alert as he should have been. He felt his hand being grabbed and he wished he could be a dick and take it away but he couldn’t. “Look I’m not really in the mood. I can take you to Finn who can get you someone to help on your adventure or whatever,” he greeted in a tired voice.

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❤️💙💛💚💜

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile: When Holt was seven years old, his adopted father took him fishing for the first time. Holt loved everything about that day. He loved being outside on the lake, he loved doing exactly what his dad was doing, and most of all loved the actual fishing.

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry: The day he woke up and Tanner was gone. He didn’t fully understand what was happening but he felt the loss immediately.

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry: The first guy who ever rejected Faye romantically. He remembers feeling the anger boil inside of him. He was young, but he knew that this person was stupid and deserved to be beat to death for not seeing how awesome his best friend was.

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty: After Tanner was gone, Holt regrets not leaving and going to try to find Tanner. He feels guilty about settling into his new life without his little brother.

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad: When Holt and Faye were about 12, Holt’s parents were out of town so he slept at Faye’s. The two stayed up late and watched The Exorcist. Both of them got so scared that they stayed cuddled underneath blankets until morning.

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Peer into my muse's memories

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

💕- A memory about their significant other

💞- A memory about their children

💓- A memory about their friends

💗- A memory about a good deed they did

💖- A memory that made them feel special

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

💟- Wildcard!!!

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andrew-whitley:

“Unlike you I don’t follow Faye like a lost puppy. I didn’t even know she was here, but is good to see her around.” He shrugged “I wanted to come here and so I did, it’s a very simple concept.”

“I’m not a lost goddamn puppy,” Holt snapped, “I’m her friend. I’m not some asshole who calls her up when he wants to get laid. I’m there for her and I plan on sticking around if and when you decide to hurt her. ‘Cause that’s what friends do.”

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fayyebaker:

She wiped her sweaty palms on the blanket as she was surprised by his words, looking towards him, she wondered what he was thinking and if all this time he had the same feelings. But it couldn’t be considering he had those feelings for Lottie. And she didn’t think that you could like two people the same amount. Faye shut her eyes, smiling at his kiss before moving, about to give him one until he got up. She stood up about to protest, until he turned back, her heart skipping a beat. She ran a hand through her hair, “I don’t want to never see you again. You know that I want you to stay…but do whatever I want? This…I don’t know if you are saying it out of guilt or because you want it too.”

Holt frowned thinking they were on different pages. He thought it sounded like she almost wanted... more with him or maybe actually sleep with him. Fuck. Why did the wolf have to ruin everything? He loved Faye but he didn’t... he didn’t have feelings for her like that. Everything felt different about her and he felt like he didn’t know this Faye. “I meant like we could just hang out...” he explained quietly then shook his head, “I... uh I should go.” He got to his feet and walked over to where his shirt was. He wasn’t brave enough to tell Faye that he didn’t want what he was thinking she wanted.

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ohlottiedarling:

It was so hard to keep from shifting. The fox inside her was begging to get out and run but she had to try and stay focused, stay present. She really liked Holt, more than she should have given the circumstances of her job, but it was so hard to think about him sleeping with someone and thinking it was her. “You’re not a jerk, Holt… I just… I don’t know.” She sighed, looking out at the water. She couldn’t be mad at him, not when she understood what it was like to have something inside that was hard to control. Without hesitating she reached for his hand, linking her fingers with his. “I don’t want you to go. I get it… I do, like it’s different but… yeah.” She looked at him, a sympathetic smile on her face, “My fox is bad enough so I can’t imagine what a wolf would be like. But you don’t need to explain it to me.”

Holt squeezed her hand as soon as she took his. He felt damned lucky to have met her already. She was forgiving and understanding and the stupid crush he had on her was getting worse. “Okay I’ll stay,” he nodded with a small smile. He turned his attention out to the water thinking it looked like it would be cold out there. He didn’t like cold water. “Maybe it’d be better if we talked about something else?” he suggested. He didn’t want to focus on the bad with her. He wanted to get to know her and couldn’t do that if they were talking about who his wolf was or wasn’t fucking.

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andrew-whitley:

“And you work here as what? Because surely you’re not in guest services or anything that you must need any type of charisma, or personality of any kind.” He chuckled “Ah okay I see now you’re the repair man, of course. Makes sense.” He sighed “Is not Gucci it’s Hugo Boss. and I truly don’t see what I wear has anything to do with my balls, or why you bring them up.  Maybe you want to see them? I’m sorry Holt you’re not my type”

It took every ounce of Holt’s self control to not lunge at the asshole. He didn’t know what Faye saw in this guy. He was starting to think there were two Fayes. There was the one that he knew and loved and then there was the one that dated this clown and decided to come to a sex resort. The whole thing made him angrier. “Save your balls for the guests,” he snapped, “why the hell are you here? Did you follow Faye here?”

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fayyebaker:

She moved into him, letting him try to soothe her, as she tried to calm her beating heart, not wanting to cause alarm. Her eyes stopped threatening to water and now she just felt the large lump in her throat. Faye felt goosebumps rise on her skin again as she tightens her grip on her blanket. She listened to him, giving a small shrug at the first part and then pausing at his next question. “Do you want the honest answer or the answer that’ll make things not complicated? Because the honest answer is that I liked it, but I would have liked it even more if you were you and it actually meant something to you.”

Holt frowned as he stared down at his lap. Faye wanted to sleep with him and she wanted it to mean something to him. Of course it would mean something to him. She was and would always be the most important person in the world to him. He turned his head and kissed her temple softly. “If it was me, it would’ve meant something to me too,” he agreed quietly. He wondered if this would be the end of their friendship. Clearly something had shifted between them and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. She deserved a better friend than him. Fuck she just deserved better than him. He kissed her temple again before he got to his feet. “I should go... or I can stay,” he offered before he turned back to face her. He wasn’t sure what she wanted. “Tell me what you want Faye... ‘cause I can go and never come back if that’s what you want or I can stay. I can stay and we can do whatever you want,” he said, with a begging tone to his voice he didn’t like.

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fayyebaker:

She bit at her lower lip, still all red and starting to feel this tugging pit in her stomach, why did she want to cry all of a sudden? Faye felt mortified by all of this, wrapping the blanket tighter around herself. “Great…it’s not her. I don’t know….I just thought that meant something to you. I know this was weird, but…fuck.” She felt her body shaking she had to sit down. As he sat next to her, she shook her head, her lower lip quivering. Faye spoke in a choked tone, “I don’t hate you, Holton. I could never hate you, I just thought…I was stupid.” 

Holt looked over at Faye and all thoughts about himself and his problems dissipated. He scooted closer to her. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer whether she wanted him to her or not. He turned and kissed the side of her head as he started to rub her arm, trying to comfort her. “You weren’t stupid,” he disagreed quietly, he licked his lips nervously, “I... uh... I never thought you’d do that with me. I mean it wasn’t me but...” He moved his arm back to his lap as he looked down at the floor. “Did you like it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

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andrew-whitley:

“Ah Holt as unrefined and angry as ever.” He said in a tone that showed he was bored and not even a little surprised or interested in seeing the other guy around. “And no my daddy didn’t cut me off, what about you? You heard Faye was around and decided to follow her around as you usually do?”  

Despite Andrew being dead on, Holt rolled his eyes. He didn’t need to know Holt’s business. What he needed was a good ass kicking and Holt intended on giving it to him sometime soon. “I work here dumbass. You know work... that’s what responsible people do,” he paused and smirked lightly, “I was actually just fixing a lawnmower. Since you’re so big on being a decent dude, why don’t you come give me a hand? Right... probably don’t wanna mess up that Gucci shirt. Sorry, I forgot you were born without balls.”

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