the place i call my home

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No matter how Stressed Out I am I always love talking to you. I have a Heavydirtysoul and it often makes me feel that I don’t matter but you are always there for me and I can never thank you enough. We are Fairly Local so we know where to Ride and how to help each other. I know Lane Boy often gets pushed aside and I think he deserves more of the spotlight. I believe that The Judge and the Message Man are the same person but they needed to Polarize so they now appear differently. Sometimes I Doubt myself but never you, you are the Tear In My Heart and I love you a lot. Though we live in different places, I think we have the same Hometown because of the people we’ve met and the places we have lovingly decided to call home, one band did that for all of us. We are all here together as a very spread out family but the clique is our home. I know things around you might be saying to be a Goner and that you don’t matter. But listen, you have to say Not Today because you matter, you are so important and loved. We Don’t Believe What’s On TV because it’s telling us that we aren’t worth it but we know that we are. Stay alive

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The placement people don’t call me much. In fact, other than when they called about Kevin, I think I have only gotten 3 calls over the past year. Not because they don’t have placements, but because we are pretty far down their list it seems. If they’re calling me it’s because they’re to the desperation point.

So I was surprised to get a call this morning about a newborn who needs an emergency placement/respite. I later discovered my phone hasn’t been alerting me to voicemails and there were 2 calls about the same baby yesterday. From just the little I heard it’s a brand new little one getting discharged from the NICU today and they can’t place her until the 28th so until then they need a respite (is straight from the hospital for 2weeks really respite?!) home until then. And when I said no the placement person said, “Oh no. This is a problem. It sounds like she’s really complicated.”

I quickly said no because I didn’t want to waste their time. We are barely coping with 2 so another placement isn’t on the table. Plus, our cars don’t have room for another. And those “short-term” placements have a way of never leaving.

My heart still wanted to say yes, though. If I were childless I could be so good at caring for complicated newborns. Thinking that made me remember the shock of adding Kevin to our family. It hadn’t occurred to me that I wouldn’t just be taking care of a new child- I would be taking care of a new child AND my bio child! I thought I was so prepared because Thomas had been a really hard baby. Oops, forgot the confounding factor of the preexisting hard 3 year old!

Kevin’s adoption should happen almost exactly a year from when we were first licensed. We will have 2 more years on our license even if we don’t do anything to maintain it so I figure we will leave it open. I expect Kevin’s mom will get pregnant soon, and while we wouldn’t/couldn’t take that baby as a placement I would like to be available for respite for that child only. It’s probably all just fantasy on my part. But I don’t think many of us Fumblers think primarily with our heads on this subject. If we did we would nope the hell out of this gig.

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“[+35;-0] I feel like they’ll go for a long time. I was surprised seeing how they call their dorm “home”. They live together in the dorm very freely and look like a real family.”

Guy belittles me..I make him lose over $100K per year.

I am a Purchasing Manager for the city I work in. I have been doing this job for 11 years. We have contracts with various vendors but I want to talk about the company that does all of our dirt/gravel/limestone work. This story happened almost 4 years ago.

When I started we had a contract with this company. I spoke to the owner quite often and he was a pleasant guy. It was a family owned business that had only 4 employees but they were always ready to help the city when we needed. Every year, the owner would drop by and sign the contract before the new year began.

Well, the owner ends up passing away and his son takes over the business. His son had worked for the company right out of high school but ended up going work somewhere else. Came back to take ownership when his dad died. I never met the guy, didn’t know him, but my wife went to high school with him. On his Facebook page, he has pictures of his huge home, 4 vehicles, 3 boats(who the hell needs 3 boats), every ATV and toy imaginable. Just out of curiosity, I check all of the invoices from prior years and saw that we paid this company anywhere from $80K-$200K per year. In the time I was there, I figured out an average of about $140K per year.

So, we were in the middle of our contract when the owner died. I had some property that I wanted to put some mobile homes on so I would need some dirt hauled to my property. I decided to use the same company that the city uses. My wife called the new owner and set everything up for a Monday to haul the dirt and form up the dirt into a pad. It would cost me about $3,000. The mobile home was going to be delivered the Tuesday afternoon.

So, I’m at my property waiting for the guy to show up. Never does. My wife calls him and he says he can’t do the job. Too busy. I find out where he’s at(through connections at my job) and I show up to the site. I didn’t tell him who I was but asked what was going on. He said he had a bigger job to do and wouldn’t be able to get to it. I tell him that I have a mobile home being delivered the next day and I needed the work and had him lined up and he said “You know, what you would have paid me won’t make a dent in my pocketbook.”

I just looked at him and said, “Alright…” and left.

So, I ended up having to call a whole bunch of different places and eventually found a guy that could do the job for me. While him and I are talking, I tell him where I work and he mentions if he could possibly do work for us as a vendor. I get his information down and tell him I’ll be in touch.

I start researching at work and come to find out, we are supposed to holding a bid for that kind of work due to the dollar amount. We just never did because no one else was interested in doing the work.

In December of that year, the new owner calls me up and asks when he can come by and sign the new contract. I inform him that “due to regulations” we have to do a bid process. He seems kind of nervous but I inform him that it’s just a process we have to go through now and he shouldn’t worry because I told him that I doubt any one else would bid. He seemed more at ease and asked how the bid process went. Informed him that I would send him the information and he would need to fill out the bid sheet and come by and drop it off in a sealed envelope by a certain date.

I call the other guy that helped me out and tell him about the bid process. I also informed him that the company we deal with and the prices that they give us already(every information we have is public knowledge so I’m not doing anything wrong) and let him know that he should bid under that.

The day before the bid open date, the new owner of said company comes by and asks for the Purchasing Manager. He doesn’t know my name, but he knows my face. I come in the lobby and his mouth instantly drops. I extend my hand and tell him hi and that I was, in fact, the guy he needed to see. He asks if there are any other bids and I inform him that we didn’t have any others come in yet, which was a lie since I had the other guys bid.

No one comes in for the bid opening, which isn’t required, but the other guy who helped me out ended up winning the bid. I call the new owner to inform him that we had another bid come in last minute before the deadline and they were less so we would have to go with them.

He. Was. Pissed.

He was stuttering and stammering. Telling me that I’m going to be taking food off his kids plate, etc. I told him there was nothing i could do. He went to the public works office and they told him the same thing.

He has lost the bid process every single year. He no longer posts pictures of his “toys” on Facebook and I believe he downsized his home as well.

fic; No Place Without You

Harry’s in love with life and he’s in love with the world.

Louis’ in love with Harry and he doesn’t think there’s any way he can possibly compete.

A Wanderlust au in which Harry doesn’t have a permanent home and stays with Louis when he visits NYC.

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I don’t even know where to begin, if you had said to me last month I was going to meet Taylor Swift in October I would of called you crazy 😂 I just can’t believe this photo actually exists, I’m so grateful to have been invited to the secret session it was seriously the best night of my life and I will always cherish it 💛 I finally got to meet my idol, the person I have looked up to since 2008, she was exactly as I knew she would be, kind, humble, funny, generous, gorgeous and so much more 💖. She was so kind to me and instantly recognised me as soon as I walked through the door “Morgennnn I’m so glad you could make it” I will never forget those words, I never thought she actually knew who Is was but Taylor proved me wrong ☺️. She also told me she always associates me with the flower crown filter which I died when she told me as all my friends of hers call me “flower king” because of that 😂 I fell in love with her in 2008 and met her in 2017. Last month I was in a dark place, I had my first heartbreak I felt so lost and depressed for a long time but as soon as I received that message from Taylor Nation everything changed. Someone once told me that with every low comes a high and this is definitely that because I have never felt this happy in my life and will never stop thinking about it😊

Taylor thank you so much for inviting me into your home( which is beautiful btw) to hangout with you for a night and listen to Reputation early, which I am gonna say again is the best album you have created you have put your heart and soul into this album and just looked so happy when listening to it with us and just throughout the whole night, I’m just so happy for you ♥️ I cannot wait for everyone to hear Reputation and also can’t wait for you to win album of the year for the third time when the Grammys come around 😌 it’s gonna happen and I am so ready for it! And finally thank you so much for the friendships I have made from the Secret Sessions, I finally got to meet @ethereal-swiftness and @taylorsparklingswift who i had been friends with before the event, it was such a great surprise to see them and to freak out together throughout the whole night with 😄

Thank you so much again Taylor for everything. I love you so much Taylor it was truly enchanting to meet you, the memories of October 13 will stay with me forever, see you on tour!

Love from your Scottish Swiftie


Morgen 😘🌷🌺

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itschriscrocker “10 years ago on this day, I defended my favorite pop star against the media. While I’m known to do comedy: This was the one video that I was serious in. That year, my mom was battling addiction & became homeless after serving for our country in Iraq. The struggles in my home life and family life made me defensive over any woman going through a hard time. The internet and YouTube was a very different, less LGBT friendly place at the time. Nothing I said in the video was listened to. I was mocked for my femininity. I was called every gay slur in the book. Talk show hosts questioned if I was a man or woman, after playing the clip. I knew there was no way people would take me serious. So I decided that I would play up to the joke everyone thought I was. Realizing that telling them about what had actually triggered my emotional reaction (What my mom was battling) wouldn’t be of interest to anyone. So I gave them a cartoon of what they assumed I was, in my public appearances afterward. But the truth is and always was about standing up for someone and not standing idly by when you see someone being hurt by others. In the 10 years since this video- A lot of LGBT Youtubers are celebrated for who they are. I often wonder if I had started videos later, if I would’ve been treated differently. But what I will say is this: Even if I got a public beating for standing up for what’s right: Im happy I did. And I’ll always love @britneyspears ❤️”

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“Taeyeon, Sunny, Hyoyeon, Yuri, Sooyoung, Yoona, and Seohyun. Congratulations on a decade my girls (LADIES)! Every song, every dance, every single moment that we have shared on this incredible journey has been such a gift. I thank you for the past 13 years of friendship, for a place where I can now call home, and ABOVE ALL, for being family. In addition to the hard work, patience, perseverance, dedication, empathy, and sacrifice, it was ultimately the LOVE we have shown one another that made this dream reality. I can’t believe how far we’ve come! May we continue to grow and learn, and have many more amazing adventures. I love you with all my heart.” - Tiffany, 2017

Prompt: A combination of this “I want Tyrion and Sansa meeting again and Tyrion appreciating and actually listening to what Sansa has to say. And can you please put in jealous Jon there too? 😊” from @daredevil-karen-and-matt and “All I want is Ghost by Sansa’s side when J/D show up at WF and him growling at D.” from @ladyeliamm & “Definitely Ghost on Sansa’s side at all times especially when Jon returns.” from @qinaliel  


“My Lady Sansa, it is a pleasure to see you again,” Tyrion says, striding forward to take her hand. Ghost lets out a low growl under his breath but remains unperturbed by the man. After many moons spent with the white wolf, she understands him nearly as well as she once understood her darling Lady. It is a warning, a territorial threat against harming his pack. Sansa is pleased to be apart of that pack, to even have a pack again. 

“My lord,” she smiles. “It is my pleasure. I’m sorry we are not meeting under happier circumstances.” The clanking of metal upon metal as the winterly winds whip around them emphasises her point. Winter is here and the Army of the Dead is marching past the Wall. Times are as dire as they have ever been, yet Sansa finds peace settling in her soul rather than fear. If she is to die in this war, at least she will die with her pack. 

“Very right, my lady,” Lord Tyrion says with a nod. He falls quiet as he takes in the busy courtyard, the men and women who rush back and forth with carts of grain, or the ones fitting boiled leather into the armour as she had requested. It is a sight to behold. The once quiet of Winterfell now lost to the chaos of impending war. Worry creases the lines on her people’s faces, turning children of ten and two into warriors, stripping them of a childhood they will never get back. 

Sansa inhales deeply, trying to push away the ache of their loss. “The night is fast approaching. Soon, darkness will reach us. More than half of these people will be dead by the next moon.” She lets the breath escape, a swirling mist around her face, shadowed by the heavy clouds above. She returns her gaze back to Lord Tyrion. “And even if we win, what will we be left with?” 

“Life,” he answers her with a sad smile. “Life, Lady Sansa. That is why we’re fighting at all, is it not? Is that not why we are all here?” He gestures to the preparations occurring around them. “Is that not why you have stood by your king and ruled in his stead?” 

The question makes her laugh in spite of herself. She catches herself a second too late and Lord Tyrion casts a speculative gaze towards her. Sansa gives her head a little shake before walking towards the Great Keep, listening to the crunching of boots behind her as he follows. “My king,” she says, keeping her tone impassive. “Is that what I should still call him? Or should I be looking to your queen for commands now?” 

Tyrion catches up to her. She isn’t walking fast after all. There is no place for her to be now that her king is home. “Lady Sansa, surely you know that it doesn’t matter who sits on the throne right now. We are fighting for life not a crown.” 

“And surely, my lord, you know that the North is unlike anywhere else,” Sansa says, stopping just outside of the great oak doors to turn and look at him. “We are loyal to our own. Proud, stubbornly so, and war or not, the North will never yield to your queen. Our paths may have crossed in times of peace, but I fear when the war is done, if we still have breaths in our lungs, we may not be able to speak so candidly with one another again.” 

There is a long pause as the man considers her words before his hand reaches out to clasp around her wrist. Sansa tenses, dread filling her veins. She reminds herself to relax at his touch. It is only Tyrion; he was good to her once. 

“It would be a terrible fate if that is the case, my lady,” Tyrion sighs, though she sees the understanding in his eyes. Abruptly, his expression shifts and there’s a twinkle in his eyes as he smiles. “You have grown into quite a woman, my lady. I always knew you would survive us all.” 

Sansa flushes and chuckles softly. “Mayhaps. I do think –” 

“Sansa?” 

She tenses again, but this time for an entirely different reason. Sansa turns, her heart seizing at the sight of Jon standing with the Dragon Queen, her hair as white as the snow swirling around them. She pulls her hand back from Tyrion’s grip and steels herself for the conversation to come. 

“Jon,” she murmurs softly, polite but distant. Sansa is of the North, the blood of the First Men running through her, and it is that stubbornness that keeps her still loyal to Jon. She suspects she always will be. He is not just of her kin; he is her friend, her anchor in this world. But it still hurts like an arrow to the back to hear he has bent the knee to this foreign queen. 

“I, uh…” Jon seems at a loss for words as he looks to Tyrion then to Sansa. It’s an inscrutable expression, but as quickly as it comes, it’s gone. He moves his gaze back to the woman by his side. “Oh. Sansa, this is Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. Your grace, this is Sansa Stark, Lady of Winterfell. My… my sister.” 

Daenerys smiles and her teeth glint against her pale skin and pale hair. Everything about her is so pale. She looks like a ghost, Sansa thinks, a dead thing walking in the world of the living. The Dragon Queen steps forward, her words abruptly dying in her throat, as Ghost lets out a deep, gutteral growl, teeth bared. 

“Is that…” 

“A direwolf, your grace,” Sansa says, placing a hand on top of Ghost’s furry head, trying to placate the great beast. “I must apologise. I don’t know what has gotten into him.” She catches Jon’s eye and he looks confused. 

“Ghost, no,” he says sternly, but the direwolf blinks up at him, a whimper now replacing the growl. He, however, remains by Sansa’s side, still standing protectively in between Daenerys Stormborn and her. Jon’s confusion grows and he turns back to the foreign queen. “He is protective of his pack. I left him to take care of Sansa while I was away. I believe he is taking that quite seriously.” 

“It’s not an issue, Jon,” she says quietly, smiling up at him. “I understand. Dragons and direwolves are not beasts easily tamed.”

Sansa bristles at the use of his name and Ghost seems to sense her change in mood as he begins to growl again, louder this time, more menacing as if Daenerys’ words had cut her like a physical lash across her skin instead of the wound deepening inside of her chest. She cards her fingers through Ghost’s fur and grips gently. 

“I will take him inside,” Sansa announces. Jon looks ready to protest, his eyes widening and worry brimming in them like unshed tears, but she is good at putting on a mask. “I have matters to attend to so I must beg your leave, your grace. It was a pleasure to meet you.” She looks back to Jon. “Ghost, come.” The giant white wolf immediately falls back by her side and the two disappear back into the Great Keep. She hears the soft murmurs of conversation between the three of them, but she doesn’t need to hear what they have to say. 

Ghost may not be hers. Ghost may always be a part of Jon and loyal to him above anyone else, but as she lies in bed that night, arms wrapped tightly around the great wolf, she draws comfort in his presence. If Ghost is still watching over her then Jon still loves her. He is still loyal to her and that is all she needs to know. For now, that has to be enough. 

Crazy lady lit my buddy's land on fire, so he burned down her world.

Buckle up, this one’s long.

I was visiting a friend who owns and operates a trailer park- basically his house is the main office. A couple had just moved in to a lot with their mobile home. The dude seemed fine, and him and his girlfriend had just had their first kid. Well, at 3 AM just a few hours after I arrived, the boyfriend showed up at my friend’s house (the main office). Apparently, he had a DNA test done, and he found out the kid wasn’t his. So while the girlfriend was still in the hospital he started f*cking around on her to get back at her.

Well, earlier that day, she got released from the hospital, and he refused to go pick her up. So she walked from the hospital to the trailer park (easily 20 miles), and found him f*cking this girl. She went apeshit. She started trashing their tiny mobile home while he and his mistress quickly got their clothes on, and the boyfriend opted to drive the mistress back to her place.

When he got back, his soon to be ex-girlfriend locked him out of their mobile home. So, at 3 AM he showed up at the front office to call the police. My buddy woke me up, filled me in on the situation, and I went out to his living room to keep the dude company. I explained that if the kid isn’t his and he signed the birth certificate, he has 60 days to remove himself from the birth certificate- otherwise he’ll be on the hook for child support. I also explained that while calling the cops is a good idea, they likely won’t be able to remove her from the mobile home since she had established residency.

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A/N:Sorry this took so long,I was on hiatus😅


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Jin


Your boyfriend was cooking dinner for you and the boys.

He was getting too invested in it,that he didn’t even welcome you.

Pouting,you got closer to him. Now smirking,you thought of the perfect plan to distract him.

“Daddy,are you busy?~“you asked in a seductive voice.

In not even a second,he turned to you and grabbed you by the hips,pushing you onto the kitchen counter.

"Y/N,you know you can’t tease daddy like that,especially when he is cooking and the boys are home."he said,pushing his clothed crotch onto your thigh.

"Just wait till I’m done cooking,kitten.”


Originally posted by bwiseoks

Namjoon

“Joonie, I want some alone time…You know you want it too."you purred into his ear as you sat on his lap.

"Y/N,I’m working on our comeback,I’m gonna be free in some hours,just wait a little,okay?"he said.

"But daddy!"you said as you stomped your feet.

"What did you just say?"he asked,mouth agape.

"I want it now,daddy.”

In just a second,he got up from his chair as he grabbed you by the wrists,pushing you onto the wall.

“Okay baby girl,daddy is gonna punish you for interrupting him."he said as he sucked your neck,while holding your arms above your head.


Originally posted by forever-young-got7

Hoseok

You were at the boy’s practice room,watching them and your boyfriend learning the new dance for their upcoming comeback.

"Y/N,wanna get some takeout?"your boyfriend asked.

As you looked at him,he was walking in your way,wiping his sweat with a towel,and God did he looked sexy.He always did.

"Y/N?Do you hear me?You looked spaced out."he said,grinning.

"Huh?Oh.Yes daddy."you said.

Realizing what you just blurted out,you covered your face with your head,embarrassed.

"Oh Y/N…You’re too cute for me to take it seriously!"he said while patting your head,laughing.


Originally posted by jaayhope

Yoongi


Your boyfriend was still sleeping, even though it was 1 pm.You knew he worked hard,he deserved some rest.But your hormones and horny self told you otherwise.

As you sat on his hips,you trailed kisses along his jaw,that led to his neck.

You saw him open his eyes,slowly.

"Y/N?I was sleeping."he groaned.

"Good morning daddy."you whispered into his neck.

"Y/N,I’m serious.I’m tired.”

Pouting,you got off of him.

“But I promise baby,once I’ll wake up,you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week."he said,as he drifted back into sleep.


Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Taehyung


You were waiting for your boyfriend to come home from an interview.To make time pass faster,you were scrolling through social media.You didn’t even notice that you fell asleep,on the couch.It was 1 am after all and you were tired.

Hours or maybe minutes later,you didn’t know,you were woken up by the front door opening.

Quickly getting up from the couch,you made the way where the sound came from,it was your boyfriend.

"Daddy! You’re home!"you exclaimed while hugging Tae.

"Woah Y/N,what’s up with the pet names?"he laughed.

"Oh.I’m sorry,I just blurted it out without thinking."you said,embarrassed.

"Don’t be sorry, I like it when my precious girlfriend calls me that."he winked.


Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jimin


You and Jimin where on a date at an amusement park.

Holding hands and walking, you saw a fun-looking ride.

"Daddy look!I want us to go there!"you exclaimed while pointing with your finger at the ride.

"Y/N,we’re in a public place!"he whispered,trying to look angry but failing to do so.

"Jiminie I didn’t mean it in a sexual way!I promise!"you laughed.

"Then I’m gonna sure you’ll mean it in that way tonight."he winked while squeezing your hand.


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook


He was playing Overwatch,not even paying attention to a word you were saying.

"Did You-Jungkook!"you shouted.

Nothing.

Fine then,you thought.

"Daddy~”

Slowly putting his headphones aside,he looked at you with a smirk across his face.

“Ask Daddy away,Y/N."he smiled.

"Okay then,I want daddy to tell me who ate my chocolates."you smiled at him.

"I-,Daddy doesn’t know sweetie."he nervously chuckled.

"Oh,I’m sure he does,daddy has chocolate across his face."you got closer to him.

"Okay,I ate your chocolates Y/N,are you happy now?I was hungry."he looked at you.

"Daddy is now owning me something."you purred.

He grinned as he got up from his chair and kissed you passionately.


Originally posted by roselstra

A/N:what am I doing…

Requests:closed!

anonymous asked:

You have a lot of posts about appreciating Taylor Swift's song lyrics. Can you share with us your favorite lyrics from each of her songs?

Wow, this was more difficult and more time consuming than I originally thought it would be. I didn’t include any unreleased songs, any soundtrack songs or any collaborations that weren’t on her studio albums. I also didn’t include Ready For It or Look What You Made Me Do since we don’t have all of Reputation yet. Still, here is 82 of my favourite Taylor Swift lyrics… 


Tim McGraw: When you think happiness, I hope you think that little black dress

Picture To Burn: I realise you love yourself more than you could ever love me

Teardrops On My Guitar: I’ll bet she’s beautiful that girl he talks about, and she’s got everything that I have to live without

A Place In This World: I’ll be strong and I’ll be wrong, oh but life goes on

Cold As You: You come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you

The Outside: No one notices until it’s too late to do anything

Tied Together With a Smile: Seems the only one who doesn’t see your beauty is the face in the mirror looking back at you

Stay Beautiful: It’s hard to make a conversation when he’s taking my breath away

Should’ve Said No: It was a moment of weakness and you said yes, you should’ve said no

Mary’s Song (Oh My My My): Well I was sixteen when suddenly, I wasn’t that little girl you used to see

Our Song: Our song is the way he laughs, the first date man I didn’t kiss him and I should have

I’m Only Me When I’m With You: I don’t want to fly if you’re still on the ground

Invisible: You can’t see me wanting you the way you want her, but you are everything to me

A Perfectly Good Heart: Why would you want to make the very first scar? Why would you want to break a perfectly good heart?

Fearless: In this moment now, capture it remember it

Fifteen: In your life, you’ll do things greater than dating a boy on the football team

Love Story: Romeo, save me, they’re trying to tell me how to feel, this love is difficult but it’s real

Hey Stephen: All those other girls, well they’re beautiful, but would they write a song for you?

White Horse: I’m not a princess and this ain’t a fairy-tale, but I’m gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well

You Belong With Me: I know your favourite songs and you tell me about your dreams, I think I know where you belong I think I know it’s with me

Breathe: People are people and sometimes it doesn’t work out, nothing we say is gonna save us from a fall out

Tell Me Why: Why do you have to make me feel small, so you can feel whole inside?

You’re Not Sorry: There’s nothing left to beg for

The Way I Loved You: Breaking down and coming undone, it’s a rollercoaster kind of rush, and I never knew I could feel that much

Forever & Always: It rains when you’re here and it rains when you’re gone

The Best Day: I love you for giving me your eyes, for staying back and watching me shine

Change: They might be bigger but we’re faster and never scared

Jump Then Fall: Every time you smile I smile and every time you shine I shine

Come In With The Rian: I could go back to every laugh, but I don’t want to go there anymore

Superstar: You play in bars and you play guitar, I’m invisible and everyone knows who you are

The Other Side of the Door: I said leave but baby all I want is you to stand outside my window throwing pebbles screaming I’m in love with you 

Mine: You learn my secrets and you figure out why I’m guarded, you say we’ll never make my parents’ mistakes

Sparks Fly: It’s just wrong enough to make it feel right

Back to December: Maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming, but if we loved again I swear I’d love you right

Speak Now: Horrified looks from everyone in the room, but I’m only looking at you

Dear John: I took your matches before fire could catch me

Mean: You have pointed out my flaws again as if I don’t already see them

The Story of Us: I’ve never heard silence quite this loud

Never Grow Up: Remember the footsteps, remember the words said… I just realised everything I have is someday gonna be gone

Enchanted: These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon, I was enchanted to meet you

Better Than Revenge: Sophistication isn’t what you wear or who you know, or pushing people down to get you where you want to go

Innocent: Who you are is not where you’ve been

Haunted: Something keeps me holding onto nothing

Last Kiss: I’m not much for dancing but for you I did

Long Live: May these memories break our fall

Ours: Don’t you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine

If This Was a Movie: I know people change and these things happen, but I remember how it was back then

Superman: Something in his deep brown eyes has me saying, he’s not all bad like his reputation

State of Grace: Love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right

Red: Moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head, in burning red

Treacherous: Nothing safe is worth the drive

I Knew You Were Trouble: You never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything

All Too Well: Time won’t fly it’s like I’m paralysed by it, I’d like to be my old self again but I’m still trying to find it

22: We’re happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time, it’s miserable and magical 

I Almost Do: I bet it never ever occurred to you, that I can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye

We Are Never Getting Back Together: And you would hide away and find your peace of mind, with some indie record that’s much cooler than mine

Stay Stay Stay: It’s been occurring to me I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life

The Last Time: You wear your best apology, but I was there to watch you leave

Holy Ground: Tonight I’m gonna dance for all that we’ve been through, but I don’t want to dance if I’m not dancing with you

Sad Beautiful Tragic: Time is taking its sweet time erasing you

The Lucky One: They tell you that you’re lucky but you’re so confused, ‘cause you don’t feel pretty you just feel used

Everything Has Changed:
All I know is a new found grace, all my days I’ll know your face

Starlight: Look at you worrying too much about things you can’t change, you’ll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way

Begin Again: Turn the lock and put my headphones on, he always said he didn’t get this song, but I do

The Moment I Knew: You called me later and said ‘I’m sorry I didn’t make it’ and I said ‘I’m sorry too’, and that was the moment I knew

Come Back… Be Here: Now that I can’t put this down, if I had known what I know now I never would have placed so nonchalant

Girl at Home: Honey I am no one’s exception, this I have previously learned

Welcome to New York: The lights are so bright but they never blind me 

Blank Space: Boys only want love if it’s torture 

Style: You’ve got that James Dean daydream look in your eye and I’ve got that red lip classic thing that you like 

Out of the Woods: The rest of the world was black and white but we were in screaming colour 

All You Had To Do Was Stay: People like you always want back the love they pushed aside, but people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye 

Shake It Off: It’s like I’ve got this music in my mind saying ‘it’s gonna be alright’

I Wish You Would: I wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore 

Bad Blood: Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes 

Wildest Dreams: He’s so tall and handsome as hell, he’s so bad but he does it so well

How You Get The Girl: Say I want you for worse or for better, I would wait for ever and ever, broke your heart I’ll put it back together

This Love: When you’re young you just run but you come back to what you need

I Know Places: Loose lips sink ships all the damn time

Clean: Ten months sober I must admit, just because you’re clean don’t mean you don’t miss it 

Wonderland: But there were strangers watching and whispers turned to talking and talking turned to screams 

You Are In Love: You understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars, and why I’ve spent my whole life trying to put it into words 

New Romantics: Please take my hand and please take me dancing and please leave me stranded, it’s so romantic  

4

解けてしまう意図を見つめ…
文字に出来ない左手です
血を流す度に生きてる理由…
見出す言葉が鮮やかで
手の中には愛すべき人さえも
華々しく散って
手の中には生きた意味刻んでも
虚しき華と知る

As we cast our eyes down from heavensward, we stare on into the Storm of Blood.

2

“In ‘78, I was an instructor at an acting academy. It helped me earn some pocket money, but the girl I was dating at the time said she would only date and not marry me. When I asked her why, she said it’s because I was poor. Later, I found out she was the daughter of the owner of a big theater. Her family was wealthy. Back then, whenever theaters put on shows, they made a truckload of money. So that’s why she wouldn’t marry me. Around that time, someone set up a blind date for me. Those days, even the slightest mention of being an actor meant immediate rejection, because it meant I didn’t make any money. Because I was still dating my girlfriend at the time, I went on the blind date, flat out told her that I was an actor, and just went home. But the next day, the matchmaker scolded me, saying there was no such girl like her. Apparently, the girl went back to the matchmaker after meeting me and said, ‘Money is just something that comes and goes, so what’s so important about it? Sincerity is what’s important.’ After hearing that, I asked her to meet me again at a place called Ssun Coffee House on 5th Toegye Street. After talking with her, I found out that she really meant what she said. And then, one month after our blind date, I got married. With my Flower.”

“Now she’s really beautiful, but truthfully, I didn’t realize all of my Flower’s beauty back then. But just sitting in that coffee house and listening to her speak, I remember thinking, ‘This woman is my wife.’”

“78년도 그때 나는 연기 학원 강사를 하고 있었어. 그걸로 용돈을 벌어 썼는데 그때 만나던 여친이 나랑 연애만 하고 시집은 안 온대. 아니 왜 안오냐 그랬더니 가난해서 싫대. 나중에 알고 봤더니 큰 극장의 사장 딸이더라고. 집에 돈이 많은 거야. 그때는 쇼 같은거 한 번 하면 돈을 가마니에 담았거든. 그래서 나랑 결혼 안한다는 거지. 그러던 중에 중매가 들어왔어. 그때 당시 연극한다고 하면 돈을 못 버니까 그냥 바로 딱지맞는 시대였거든? 나도 여자친구가 있으니까 중매 가서 ‘저 연극합니다.’ 하고 그냥 돌아왔지. 근데 다음날 중매해준 사람이 ‘너 그런 여자 요즘 세상에 있는 줄 아냐’면서 나한테 뭐라 그러는거야. 그 여자가 중매 끝나고 돌아와서는 ‘사람이 돈이라는 게 있다가도 없고 없다가도 있는데, 돈이 뭐 중요해요. 성실한게 중요하지.’ 그랬다는 거야. 그 말 듣고는 그때 퇴계로 5가에 ‘썬 다방’이라고 있었는데 거기로 그 여자보고 나오라 그랬어. 얘기를 해보니 정말 자기는 그렇게 생각한대. 그러고 선 본지 한 달 만에 결혼했어. 우리 꽃님이랑.”

“지금이야 너무 예쁜데, 사실 그때는 꽃님이가 막 예쁜 줄 몰랐어. 근데 그냥 그 다방에 앉아서 얘길 듣는데 ‘이 여자는 내 마누라다.’라는 생각이 딱 들더라고.”

Now, I know many has done this before but I’ll leave my au here anyways. 

Avatar au!

-Now, imagine that once the paladins achive a certain lever of trust with their Lions, the Lions gives some of their life force to their paladins, making their bond stronger and allowing them to have access to new abilities. Of course, these new abilities is them being able to control the element they represent.

Hunk is the first one to discover this while on a mission. He was surrounded, he was trying to protect the civilians but it was an impossible task. The soldiers aimed at them and Hunk closed his eyes while opening his arms, as a poor attempt to protect those behind him. When he notice nothing happened, he opened his eyes. Somehow, the earth rose and made a shield, protecting him and the others. When Hunk let his arms fell, the wall did too. It took him only a few seconds to realize what was happening and start using his new found powers in his favor. He had nothing to fear, because now he could hear Yellow’s purring in his head guiding him through the battle. 

Pidge and Shiro are next. 

Pidge happens to find her powers while she was visiting Olkarion again. The planet was attack by Lotor, and they lost almost everything. Team Voltron went to help, but there wasn’t much they could do. Their land was slowly dying. Not even their best technology could do something to prevent it. But Pidge didn’t let this stop her, she kept working day and night to find a solution until she thought… That maybe, the only thing the Olkari had to do to stop their planet’s disease, was to connect with it… Something similar to what Allura did in the Balmera. The Olkari did as told. It was actually a good result, the Olkari connect with the core of the planet and let it borrow their energy… But the planet was to weak, to damage, and even with the effort they were making, it couldn’t heal. Devastated, they thought about leaving to place they called home once… But Pidge put her hands on the ground, closed her eyes, and let her spirit connect to the planet. After a few minutes, the trees and plants started growing again and recovering their light. 

Shiro happens to discover his power after he was captured and brought to the arena again thanks to the Galra. He didn’t want to fight but he couldn’t just defend himself either. Black hear his cubs doubts thought the distance and let him access to his powers, giving him the chance to escape from that place. 

Keith and Lance discover their powers the same day. It happens in the middle of a fight, days after fiding Shiro who recently escaped from the arena. Shiro was fine thanks to Black, a little weak but fine. Still, this didn’t stop their leader from wanting to fight besides them. Unfortunately, Shiro was still affected from visiting the Arena and lost control thanks to a flashback triggered thanks to some Galra. He fell unconscious, and he was about to be taken again. This time, not to arena, but to be brought to Haggar to be torture. Keith couldn’t bare the thought of losing Shiro again, not after just recovering him. Also he couldn’t let Shiro go thought all that again. 

Red felt his wrath, his anger and his need to protect and let’s Keith use his powers. He was untouchable in the battle field. He burnt everything in his way, and the paladins just walked right behind him. They found Shiro, and Pidge and Hunk were the ones to grab him. They went back to their lions, leaving the inferno behind to help the Black Paladin.

Lance and Keith didn’t move from places. Keith was burning, literally. He was on fire and the fire around him was only growing. He begged Lance to leave him, but the Blue paladin refused. Blue, after feeling his paladin desire to help his teammate, allowed Lance to unlock his powers. The boy felt Blue guiding him, telling to walk through the fire to help his friend. And just like that, Lance knew what he had to do. Keith felt terrified when he saw Lance approaching. He tried to step away from him, to warn him… But the Paladin didn’t listen. 

He closed his eyes, not wanting to see Lance getting hurt because of him. But then he felt his arms surrounding him, and suddenly, a cold breeze embrace him too and the fire around them disappeared.

So, after this, Keith refuses to use his powers again. He only does it after a long talk with Shiro and after being reassured Lance was going to be using his own powers to help in case he loses control. 

Keith loses his control, a lot. In and out of training. Lance becomes his shadow. He’s beside him all the time to keep him from setting the castle on fire while he tries learn to control his powers. It’s difficult, really, because even when Lance is the one who keeps Keith in control, he’s one of the main reasons he looses it. 

Anyways. Everyone keeps practicing with their powers and tries to come up with plans and see how can they bring their abilties in battle. The only one who doesn’t do much is Lance… 

He goes to practice because he knows he gotta be there to help Keith, but he doesn’t fight. This is because he can’t control water, he can only cool things. Like Keith’s mullet. Or at least that what he says… 

He can feel the water everywhere. In the air, in the earth, in the plants, in the castle, in his teammates. He can feel their blood running thought their veins. It’s scary. 

He manipulates water when he’s alone. He makes everyone is asleep before going to the training room. He doesn’t do much, he just… Moves the water here and there, he sometimes freezes it, he sometimes makes weapons with it. But that’s it.

Lance never uses his powers in battle. He only helps Keith to be in control of his. Until one day… 

Lotor trapped them all. They were tired, even with their best effort and their powers they weren’t match for the prince and his generals. Lotor lifts his sword, he’s about to kill Keith right there in front of everyone. 

Then Lance rises his hands, Narti is suddenly screaming in the ground. All eyes are on him and nobody truly understands what’s happening. The generals and Lotor look at Narti with worry in their eyes. Yes, maybe Lotor was a son of a bitch, but he cared for them. And they knew this, Lance knew this. 

“What are you doing to her?”

“Let my friends go, and I won’t kill her.”

“Do you truly think you are in control here? I have four of your friends, I can kill them one by one until you free Narti.“

“Come on, Lotor. Don’t make this difficult.” But there’s was no bargain with the prince. Lance sighs and close his fist, Narti’s screams becoming louder. "Lotor, I don’t think I’m in control… I know so.”

Lotor eyes widden, and before anyone can understand what’s happening, Lance moves his hands foward and just like that, Lotor’s generals were in the floor screaming with pain. 

“Zethrid, Acxa! Ezor…!  You–! What have you done to them?!” 

“Remove the handcuffs from my friends, and I won’t kill yours.”

“You truly think–!”

“I’m not playing games here, Lotor! Free them or watch them die!” 

Eventually Lotor free the paladins. They walk towards Lance with hesitation, confused by how their friend is doing that. Lance lowers his hands, and just like that the generals stop screaming. Ezor starts sobbing and crawls to were Narti is. Zethrid is shaking, and Lotor runs to where she and Acxa are, trying to reassure them. 

It leaves a terrible taste in Lance’s mouth. 

They go back to the Castle. Nobody asks any questions. Lance promises to only use his powers to help Keith and nothing else. 

home || nolan holloway smut

request: Hi! I’m in love with your writing and I was wondering if you could write something for Nolan based off these two from the dating headcanon (late night drives to the middle of nowhere and looking at the stars, soft sex)
pairing: reader x nolan holloway
warning(s): SMUT (please don’t read if you aren’t comfortable)
listen to: faux - ed tullett, novo amor
word count: 2.887
note(s): this is my first time writing smut so please FORGIVE ME BC IT’S PROBABLY TRASH, and also nolan isn’t a bad guy he’s just a scared little puppy fite me on thiS.

Originally posted by fytwolf

“Look at him! Look!”

You were jolted awake by a yelp, followed by the sound of a young male yelling and people murmuring. Quickly moving the book off your lap, you stood up from the library floor and made your way to the where the commotion was coming from. You see Nolan, your boyfriend of almost a year, gripping Corey’s wrist in one of his hands, and a pen with blood covering the tip in his other.

Your eyes widen as you understood what Nolan had done and without a thought you quickly walk over to him. Nolan’s attention was averted from Corey’s ability to heal from a stab in less than 5 seconds to the sound of your heeled boots clicking against the wood floor, as he looked up at you. On your face he noticed a mixture of emotions; fear, worry, anger.

“Nolan, what the hell?!” you pried his hand from Corey’s wrist and dragged him out of the library, to the parking lot where you stopped, pinched the bridge of your nose and took a deep breath. “What were you thinking? You’re gonna get suspended!”

“(Y/N), you don’t understand! I’m trying to prove it.” Nolan stuffed his pen into his backpack and took a step towards you. But just as he took a step forward, you took one backwards.

“Prove what?” you shook your head as you scoffed.

“Corey isn’t just human. You’ve seen him disappear and then appear out of nowhere. Neither is Liam, haven’t you seen him throw a lacrosse ball into the net and it just– it just pierces through? And you know that the “wolf” on the lacrosse field the other night wasn’t just a “wolf”. And what about the thing in the lib-”

“Nolan, just let it go, please.” You stepped forward until you reached him and took his hands in yours, rubbing his fingers gently with your thumb. He roughly broke out of your hold and slammed a fist against the school wall.

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✧ TEEN  WOLF  PROMPTS.

possible triggers, read/reblog with caution. nsfw metions. change pronouns as you seet fit!

  • SEASON ONE :

❛ You weren’t answering you’re phone! Why do you have a bat?! ❜
❛ I thought you were a predator! ❜
❛ We’re actually doing this? ❜
❛ You’re the one always bitching that nothing happens in this town! ❜
❛ I was trying to get a good nights sleep before practice tomorrow. ❜
❛ Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one. ❜
❛ Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for? ❜
❛ Huh, I didn’t even think about that. ❜
❛ And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here? ❜
❛ Also something I didn’t think about. ❜
❛ Okay, let’s see this thing. ❜
❛ It was too dark to see much, but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf. ❜
❛ A wolf bit you? ❜
❛ I heard a wolf howling. ❜
❛ What do you mean “No, I didn’t?” ❜
❛ How do you know what I heard? ❜
❛ Because California doesn’t have wolves, okay? ❜
❛ I’m a nerd by association. I’ve been Scarlet-Nerded by you. ❜
❛ It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. ❜
❛ I can hear stuff I shouldn’t be able to hear. Smell things. ❜
❛ Smell things? Like what? ❜
❛ So, all this started with the bite? ❜
❛ What if it’s like, an infection? ❜
❛ Like my body flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something? ❜
❛ You know what? I actually think I’ve heard of this. ❜
❛ Hey, you’re the one who heard a wolf howling. ❜
❛ Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me! ❜
❛ You’ve been given something that most people would kill for. ❜
❛ Where are you getting your juice? ❜
❛ So, you killed her? ❜
❛ Maybe it was my blood on the door? ❜
❛ I’ve never had a dream where I woke up like that before. ❜
❛ You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something. ❜
❛ Maybe you should stop pretending to suck just for his benefit. ❜
❛ Trust me, I do plenty of sucking just for his benefit. ❜
❛ Do you wanna hang out, like us and them? ❜
❛ You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork. ❜
❛ Once my heart starts beating again, yeah. ❜
❛ Start the car, or I’m gonna rip your throat out. With my teeth. ❜
❛ It was a different kind of bullet. ❜
❛ What am I supposed to do with him? ❜
❛ You faint at the sight of blood? ❜
❛ This house is like the frickin’ Wal-Mart of guns. ❜
❛ I don’t know whether to kill it or lick it. ❜
❛ You wanna do homework? Or you wanna not die? ❜
❛ We don’t go out in the middle of the night murdering people, do we? ❜

  • SEASON TWO :

❛ Please let him go, and I’ll do– I’ll do whatever you want! Okay? ❜
❛ I swear. I won’t- I won’t see him again. I promise, never again! ❜
❛ I’ve got a missing teenage girl, and our K-9 unit led us here. ❜
❛ I’m sorry, I - I didn’t see anything. ❜
❛ Trust me, if he saw a naked girl outside a computer screen, he’d remember. ❜
❛ School fight? ❜
❛ Oh, no, sorry. I was just remembering, I actually have a morning practice to get to. ❜
❛ Just one more question. You guys get many grave robberies here? ❜
❛ Usually, they just take stuff like jewelry. ❜
❛ Okay, nothing else? Seriously? ❜
❛ I just said it was missing. ❜
❛ And you know what? Even if she did, so what? ❜
❛ It’s the most nutritious part of the body. ❜
❛ You’re the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you. ❜
❛ I mean like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know?  ❜
❛ Here’s a dollar. Go find another parking lot to die in.  ❜
❛ Now, I don’t want the same thing happening to some innocent girl. ❜
❛ So, police are organizing search parties for tonight. ❜
❛ Sign up, find the missing girl, you get an automatic A in my class. ❜
❛ Because we have a pretty good idea that she might be… you know, turning. ❜
❛ A unicorn. What do you think, dumbass? ❜
❛ What do you think she’s gonna do with a set of real claws? ❜
❛ Hey, you know, maybe they’re just here for the funeral? ❜
❛ I mean - what if they’re the non-hunting side of the family? ❜
❛ You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you, ______? ❜
❛ You wanna take this little conversation downstairs? No? ❜
❛ Tell you what, you do the dishes and clean up the kitchen, okay? ❜
❛ I have my responsibility as a parent. ❜
❛ You know I’m gonna have to find a way to punish you though. ❜
❛ Well, that was your fault. ❜
❛ Shut up! It’s a scratch! It’s hardly even… ❜
❛ I have beautiful everything. ❜
❛ You wanna just make out a little bit? Just to see how it feels? ❜
❛ This new-found heroism is making me very attracted to you. ❜
❛ What did you see in the mechanic garage? ❜
❛ Did you notice that I’m paralyzed from the neck down in 8 feet of water! ❜
❛ Can’t you just trust me this once? ❜
❛ I’m the one who keeps you alive, okay. Did you notice that? ❜
❛ Sounds like the beginning of a heartfelt story, but I’m gonna pass.. ❜
❛ I thought you were psychic, bitch? ❜
❛ Dude, everyone in here is a dude. I think we’re in a gay club. ❜
❛ Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses? ❜
❛ One more question– just one. Are you okay? ❜
❛ We’re just a bunch of teenagers. We can’t handle this. ❜
❛ Sarcasm is my only defense. ❜
❛ I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded. ❜

  • SEASON THREE :

❛ I have to… I have to tell him.. ❜
❛ Do you have any other emergency werewolf contacts? ❜
❛ So, if you need to do that thing where we talk about me. ❜
❛ I don’t want a boyfriend. I want a distraction.. ❜
❛ And, seriously, an American werewolf in London? Like that’s not going to be a disaster. ❜
❛ Can we drive? Now, please? ❜
❛ All of them? How does that even work? ❜
❛ I have been looking for them the last four months. ❜
❛ Do you know what I want for my birthday? ❜
❛ Have you never done it before either? ❜
❛ We don’t like you. Now, shut up and help us. ❜
❛ So, I hope you’re comfortable saying whatever it is you were feeling straight to my face. ❜
❛ Okay, all right, now. Come on, no one died, alright? ❜
❛ Look, there may have been some maiming, okay? A little mangling, but no death! ❜
❛ I can’t take waiting around like this, you know? ❜
❛ My nerves are wracked, they’re severely wracked. Wracked. ❜
❛ What… like, why wouldn’t they chain them up in some underground lair or something? ❜
❛ They’re an Alpha pack, right? So, shouldn’t they have a lair? ❜
❛ Wait a sec, wait a sec– maybe they’re living there! ❜
❛ It’s not the first time you’ve gotten your hands dirty. ❜
❛ I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it’s over? ❜
❛ I just… I don’t understand the bank, though, okay? ❜
❛ I’m supposed to call you first when I find a dead body? ❜
❛ You called the police before you called me? ❜
❛ They’re too fast for us, for all of us. They’re too strong, too rabid. ❜
❛ And, just curious, is there a reason the gun is still pointed at me? ❜
❛ Well, there’s probably still some part of me that wants to shoot you… ❜
❛ Does anybody else want to rethink the plan where we just, uh, kill ‘em? ❜
❛ I just wanted to make sure you got in okay! ❜
❛ I know the inner workings of that force, alright? ❜
❛ You didn’t have to follow me home. ❜
❛ So, if these aren’t random killings, then what are they? ❜
❛ Come over to my place at nine. Plan on staying the night. I like to cuddle. ❜
❛ Am I the only one recognizing the lack of werewolfitude in these murders? ❜
❛ It means my lack of sexual experience is now literally a threat to my life, okay? ❜
❛ You know who else is a virgin? Me. I’m a virgin, okay? ❜
❛ I need to have sex. Like, right now. Someone needs to have sex with me, like, today. ❜
❛ What do you want? You want to kill me? ❜
❛ We shouldn’t have come. I knew it. We shouldn’t have come. ❜
❛ Are you just following the bus, or are you planning on mounting it at some point? ❜
❛ How do you know it’s not from the archery team? ❜
❛ Cut off the head of the snake, and the body dies. ❜
❛ Just once, can someone try to come up with something that doesn’t involve killing everyone? ❜
❛ I’m telling you this because they scare the hell out of me. ❜
❛ Somebody’s been doing their summer reading! ❜
❛ Well, maybe we could do what normal people do, and knock on the door. ❜

Hot Water

Pairing: Theo x Reader (bc I’m theo trashhh)

Warnings: swearing, blood and mentions of injuries, not quite smut but flirting, nakedness and undressing, couple being in a bath together (but not like smutty, it’s actually rlly fluffy) (but at one point it’s kind of heated so yeah)

Summary: Y/N gets worried that Theo forgot about their plans, but it turns out he got hurt badly somehow while with the Pack. So, Y/N being the amazing girlfriend she is, helps give him a bath to clean off all the dirt and blood all over him.

A/N: can we just all take a moment of appreciation for tHEO rAEKEN. like seriously, this boy is finally being brought into the Pack and I’m LiViNg for it. Hope you enjoy this cute little fic I wrote today and thx for 100 notes on the last one ;)


HOT WATER


I sigh, standing in front of the mirror, just staring at my reflection. The bags starting to form under my eyes were absolutely hideous. I’d been up since 10 pm waiting for Theo, who said he’d be here by then. I reach out, over the bathroom sink, grabbing my phone and looking at the time. 1:47 am, and still no sign of him.

I was honestly starting to get worried. It wasn’t like him to forget about plans, and on the rare occasion that it did slip his mind, as soon as he remembered he would send me a text. But, no, no text.

I start getting restless, my mind reaching crazy impossibilities like he’d been captured by Gerard or maybe Scott stopped thinking he’d changed from his old ways and just killed him. I shake my head, dismissing the ideas that were clouding my common sense.

My unsteady hand moves forward, grasping the sink handle and pulling it, a stream of water pouring down the spout. I cup my hands together, bending over and splashing the pool of water into my face.

I pull out the top drawer below the sink, retrieving my hairbrush and beginning the task of calming the wild strands splaying across my head. It kept me busy for a while, until the thoughts of Theo came flooding back into my mind.

I click the power button of my phone on again, seeing that it was now 3 am. I gave in, tapping onto his contact and pressing his phone number. No answer. I try again. No answer.

I groan, pushing both of my hands into my hair, combing it back. My brows lift and my eyes light up. Before I can rethink my action, I dial Scott’s number.

It rings once, my foot tapping impatiently. It rings again, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. “Y/N?” A panicked voice asks.

“Scott? What’s wrong?” I ask, hearing some wailing in the background, and the terrible engine of Roscoe.

“Y/N, we’re coming over to your place right now!” Scott shouts, the worry in his voice making my anxiety rise.

“Scott-” I begin, but he hangs up. I look at my reflection with wide eyes, hoping that nothing too bad had happened.

I leave the bathroom, going down the hall to my bedroom and throwing on one of Theo’s oversized t-shirts over my nightgown. I call out for my parents, but no one answers, meaning they decided to book a hotel room instead of driving an hour back home. Thank god for weekly date night.

I rush down the wooden staircase, my heart pounding as I open my front door. I’d rather sit on the front steps, basking in the moonlight, where I could see the blue Jeep pull up, rather than wait inside.

After what feels like forever in the warm, summer air, I hear a car driving down the far end of my street. I perk up, standing to peer over the bushes blocking my view. I let out a breath I was holding in, feeling the happiest I’ve ever been, seeing that worn down Jeep.

Stiles parks Roscoe dead in front of the path that leads to where I’m standing, Scott jumping out, even before it fully stops. He runs to me, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. He grabs onto my shoulders with his hands. “He’ll heal, okay? Just remember that,” he whispers.

“What?” I query, my hands shaking. I wiggle my way out of his grasp, looking over his shoulder, physically weakening at the sight.

Theo stands limply, wincing as Malia and Stiles try to help him get into the house. My breathing quickens, Lydia emerging from behind him, running over to me and wrapping me in a hug. “It’ll be okay,” she whispers. I take in a deep breath, managing to nod in response.

As he gets closer, my eyes trail over the rips in his clothes, the gashes in his chest, and how he’s basically covered head to toe in blood. His cool blue eyes meet mine, in a sort of determination, his movements becoming faster.

He reaches me with the help of Stiles and Malia, Stiles moving so that I can take his place. I gently lift Theo’s arm over my shoulder, trying my hardest to not break at how hard he’s trying to conceal his pain from me. I don’t care about the droplets of bright red dripping down his face as I kiss his cheek.

“Are- they h-” his voice is hoarse, so I stop him, my hand resting on his chest.

“Stop pushing yourself,” I whisper soothingly, knowing that him trying to talk right now, was not going to help anyone. “And no, my parents aren’t home. They’re staying at some hotel for the night.”

He gives me a forced smile, and I motion to upstairs, silently asking if he thinks he can reach the top. Being who he is, he nods firmly. “Okay, let’s just take it slow,” I whisper and he nods again.

Malia lets go of his right side, so he can grip onto the railing himself, but I stay by his left side, taking each step slowly with him.

“There you go,” I encourage. “Only two more steps till the top.” He groans, pausing and taking in a sharp breath.

“You know I love you, right?” He states through uneven breathing.

“You have no idea how much I love you,” I retort. His eyes scan my features and I grin, urging him to keep going.

“Raeken, you’re not quitting on me now,” I laugh weakly. At my words, he takes the last two steps, reaching the top and falling into me.

I gasp, but quickly regain my own balance to hold him up. I guess those workouts he forced me to do with him, actually came in handy. Scott, who was walking close behind us the whole way up the stairs, clutches onto the other side of him. Theo grunts at the impact, but gives Scott a thankful smile.

“The bathroom,” I say. “I need to get him washed up.” They nod as we make our way down the hall, the trail of dark red liquid seeping into the carpet. I pray those stains will come out or else I won’t hear the end of it from my mom, not even mentioning how to explain how the crazy amount of blood got there in the first place. (Maybe lying and saying I had a huge nosebleed. No? Okay.)

I let go of Theo, creaking the bathroom door open to let Scott haul him inside. Scott softly helps Theo down onto the floor as I run to my room to grab a few towels.

I return with the layers of cloth stacked in my hands, when Scott stops me outside of the bathroom by grabbing onto my forearm. “Are you good to deal with this on your own?” He questions.

I scoff, patting him on the back. “If anyone can deal with Theo, it’s me.”

“True,” Scott laughs. “We’ll all be just a phone call away.”

“Yeah!” Malia yells from downstairs. I chuckle light-heartedly, thanking Scott for helping while the rest of the Pack leaves.

“Anytime.” He kisses me on the top of my hair, in the brotherly way he always did, saying a goodbye, and closing the front door behind him.

I turn back to Theo, who’s propped his back up against the wall while sitting on the cold tile. I kneel down next to him, giving him a sad smile, dropping the towels onto the floor beside me.

“What the hell happened?” I query.

Theo chuckles humorlessly, shaking his head. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

I bite back my questions, knowing to fix him up, then interrogate him after. I take ahold of the hem of his shirt, looking up at him. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

“Trust me, Y/N,” he remarks. “Whenever you take off my shirt, it’s far from hurting me.”

My jaw drops and I slap his arm lightly. He raises his arms in mock defense, the wince from it not going unnoticed by me. “Just saying,” he laughs.

“Raeken you’re very lucky that you’re injured right now.”

“The person in pain would say otherwise.”

I roll my eyes, going back to the task at hand. Theo helps me by raising his arms, him wincing too many times for my comfort, as I pull the fabric upwards as fast as possible over his head, exposing his toned chest. I take the time to examine his wounds carefully, my thumb grazing over a gash that makes Theo take in a sharp breath.

“Sorry,” I apologize, widening my eyes and tenderly grabbing his jaw in my hand, rubbing his cheek with the pad of my thumb.

He leans into the touch, closing his eyes. “It’s okay, just finish undressing me.”

“Normally, we’re in different circumstances when you say those words.”

“Oh, trust me I know,” he chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows wildly at me, causing me to stifle a laugh.

I stand up, putting my hands out to help him up as well. He’s hesitant at first, but eventually grabs on. I surprise both myself and him when I’m able to hoist him up with little help on his part.

“Fuck,” he says incoherently. “How did I now just realize how hot you look in my shirt?” Heat rises to my cheeks as quickly as he utters those words, resulting in a smug look on his face from how he was capable of making me blush with only a few words.

I bend down, still a bit flustered, undoing the button and zipper on his jeans, my fingers digging into the waistband and pulling them down. I start the bath, pushing the knob all the way to the hottest temperature, just how Theo liked it. Countless mornings had taught me that, along with how he enjoyed his pancakes with an ungodly amount of syrup.

Theo’s fingers hook beneath the thin material of his boxers, but I stop him. “Let me,” I breathe. A smirk plays across his lips as he looks down at me, but I ignore him.

I pull down his last article of clothing, and shimmy under his arm to help him into the bath tub. He sighs in relief when his foot hits the water, the rest of his body easily following. Within milliseconds, his whole body is submerged under the hot water, except for his shoulders and up, an expression of euphoria plastered on his face.

The mirror above the sink starts steaming up when I remember something. “I’ll go get some bath salts,” I say, knowing that they helped me relax, so it wouldn’t hurt for him to test them out.

“Okay, just come back quick.”

My mouth turns upwards at his neediness, finding it really cute. I close the distance between us, bending down and pushing back the messy hair on the top of his head. I plant a wet kiss on his forehead, my hand trailing down to his cheek, Theo brushing his lips against the palm of my hand in response.

I pull away from him, the warmth abruptly disappearing without his touch. I go into my room to get the pink salts, returning almost immediately.

I pour some of them into the bath, at the far end of the tub. I sit down on a yellow towel laying on the floor right beside Theo, shamelessly staring at the beautiful boy soaking in front of me.

Even with dried blood caking parts of his brown hair, he looks damn good, and I kind of hate him for it. His thick brows are a deep brown, complementing his strikingly bright blue eyes. His rosy lips were another story; just the thought of them against my own made butterflies erupt in my stomach. The dark stubble dotting along his jawline, that often rubbed against my cheeks, made me tremble a bit. Every part of this boy was breathtaking and I knew there’d never be a day that I would get tired of the sight.

“Y/N,” Theo mumbles, his eyelids still shut. “Stop staring,” he teases, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his blue eyes open to focus in on me.

“Am I not allowed to check my boyfriend out?” I ask, dipping my hand in the water and splashing his face.

His jaw slacks, looking at me with wide eyes before splashing me back. “Theo!” I squeal, my clothes getting completely drenched.

“Sorry, but payback’s a bitch,” he jokes. I scoff, pealing the wet t-shirt off of me.

Theo’s eyes rake over my body, his tongue skimming over his lips, his posture straightening. “You’re going to kill me,” he growls.

I furrow my brows, looking down and realizing that the slip I was wearing was a little more translucent than I thought, especially because of how soaked it was. I smirk, my hands twirling all the strands of my hair on top of my head, creating a messy bun. My eyes stay glued on Theo the whole time, watching him devour my every movement.

“Now who’s staring?” I tease, my hands resting on my hips triumphantly.

“If it weren’t for me being in pain every second I move, you would be so paying for wearing that thing. Or rather, lack of.”

“You’re drooling, Raeken.”

“Please come in here with me,” he begs, splashing the water around as he moves to make room for me, wincing at the motion.

“I’ll have to think about it,” I say while pursing my lips, looking up at the ceiling, and feigning deep in thought.

“Please,” he groans. I laugh, but fall for those puppy eyes of his when I look back at him. They were my all time weakness when it came to him. I honestly believed that those things could stop wars.

“Okay,” I agree, his eyes lighting up. “But, only to scrub you down.”

Theo smiles as my right foot dips into the tub behind him, the water rippling. I sink into the hot bath, squeezing my legs on either side of him and getting a perfect view of the expanse of skin that was Theo’s back. His hands find my thighs, his fingers swirling designs over the delicate skin.

I extend my arm out of the bath, clutching the body wash. I put a dollop of the soap in my hands, rubbing the product to create some bubbles. I know a lot of girls enjoyed abs, but the muscles that flexed as my hands rubbed into Theo’s back were way too underrated.

I massaged the apple-scented foam into his shoulder blades, a contented sigh leaving Theo’s mouth, his body relaxing more with every passing second. “Feel good?” I ask, my hands pausing.

He reaches behind himself, grabbing onto my hand and pushing it against his shoulder again. “Don’t stop,” he mumbles and I obey. This goes on for a while until his whole back is clean of any dirt or blood, his eyes closed in a state of bliss.

“Can you lean back for me?” I whisper, him complying swiftly, his bare back flush against my chest, his body comfortably settled between my legs. I begin rubbing the product into his torso, feeling the faint heartbeat under my fingers. Theo turns his head a little, his mouth capturing my neck, sucking at some places while just leaving pecks at others.

I notice that his gashes and scratches were already at the later stages of healing, so he was perfectly able, at this point, to do this himself, but I couldn’t stop, because he just looked so happy; how his dark eyebrows were raised slightly, how the corners of his lips upturned, and how he lay kisses on any part of me that was exposed to him.

I finish lathering him with the body wash, squeezing the shampoo into my hands. Theo had a massive thing for me running my fingers through his hair; he practically begged me to do it whenever we were together. So, the moment my nails scratch delicately against his scalp, he lets out a guttural moan.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, my fingers running through his soft brown hair, wondering who was enjoying this more.

“I honestly don’t deserve you,” he states, giving me a genuine smile. I laugh, tugging his hair back gently so that I could give him a chaste kiss on his cheek.

Even after I finished washing him up and all his wounds healed, we stayed in the hot water, his back against me as I played with his hair, his lips on my neck every once and a while.

“You still haven’t told me why you ended up like this,” I say, my brows knitting together. Theo bites the corner of his lip, turning to face me and shrugging. This boy was something else.

heartless

Summary: What will it take for him to let you in?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language; angst - I am so sorry.

Word Count: 981

A/N: this is for my wife @bladebarnes‘ fic fest! my prompt was Too Good at Goodbyes, by Sam Smith. I recommend listening to the song while reading. || I missed writing for Bucky. Sadly, he is never safe in my hands. | masterlist


Originally posted by wintersthighs


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