for the wip game (the first guardian angel AU was so good and I am hyped for the second!!!!)
šļø - thiam au theo teaches liamās daughter in uni
āSoā¦ thingsā¦ā he gestures vaguely towards the red plastic cup, ā...howās it been going?ā
Theoās brows draw together, Liamās asked him that question already, no? And what has prompted this awkwardness in him? Then he looks down at the empty cup himself, things start to click into place.
Oh. Itās nothing to laugh about yet he still canāt help but laugh, āAll these years and you still havenāt learned tact.ā
āExcuse me!ā Even Liamās attempt to sound offended ends up in a stuttered huff of laughter thatās poorly suppressed.
āLiam, the punch is not even alcoholic.ā
The man beside him sniffs at his own cup, āAh, thatās just grape juice.ā Liam blushes, Theoās hand aches to tuck the honey-blond strands back behind Liamās ears, maybe brushing by that blush on his face.
š¤ - thiam as rival conmen au set in the old west
āThe planāhic, my beautiful, carefully curated planā¦ Hewitt, get over here and share this sorrow with me. Ompfā thanks Scotty.ā Scott must have catched him before Stiles face-plant onto the floor, āWho the fuck is that bastard?! We gotta find him and put some holes through his head!ā
āNo, Malia!ā yells Scott, āPut that gun down!ā
Liam emerges out of the other room just in time to hear Maliaās dissatisfied groan. He doesnāt even get a moment to breathe as Stiles immediately lunges for him, shaking him by the shoulder, āHere you are! Now spill! What happened?!ā
āChrist, Stiles!ā Mason gets in between them and snatches Liam back, Scott grabs hold of Stiles and separates them, āAt least let him sit down first!ā
āAnd weāve already told you what happened, Stiles,ā Allison sounds off from the other side.
āWell!ā Stiles flops back onto Scott, raising his finger in the air indignantly, āWhaā hic, what happened after our friends have taken off, and youāre left all alone with the lady andā¦ the saboteur?ā The finger points towards Liamās direction.
šŖ½- morey guardian angel!mason and drug dealer!corey au pt. 2
āGot you.ā The man smiles into the crook of his neck, all triumphant despite his inebriated state.
Mason shivers as puffs of warm, alcoholic-infused air hit him on bare skin, Coreyās parted lips a teasing touch on the column of his throat. Thereās truly no denying it, he likes the closeness. Even though he shouldnāt. He doesnāt push Corey away, even with his hands twitching slightly in his lap with the obligation to do so.
Instead, Mason points out, āYouāre drinking. Extremely irresponsibly.ā
āHm,ā hums Corey, nearly slurring, the vibration travels onto Mason, āand youā¦ uhm, still shirtlessā¦ā
Suddenly, a slightly damp palm pats on his abdomen, Mason jumps in his seat. Keeping his head facing straight forward, he chances a glance down at Corey. Whatās meeting him is a pair of eyes glazed over in drunkenness, both of them narrowed in a grin.
The hand stays where it is, seeming content to just touch him, confirming he is indeed without a top.
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