#i hear you're looking for an anchor verse

[hemlocksandfoxgloves]

Theo hasn’t celebrated his birthday since he was 8 and Liam makes him cry for celebrating it. Thing is, he doesn’t make a big deal out of it. He doesn’t throw him a big party. It’s just the two of them. And it’s the best birthday he’s had in a long time.

Of course Jenna does make a nice meal and gives Theo a vegan muffin with a candle, which makes him laugh.

Later, after everyone has gone to bed, Liam and Theo are watching a movie on the couch when Liam brings out one more surprise for him.

“Liam, I dont need any gifts. This is perfect right here.”

“Well, I’m not taking it back, so you might as well just take it.”

Theo doesn’t say anything as Liam quickly runs to the closet and retrieves something. It’s kind of big, but Liam tries to hide it behind his back. Theo looks at the wrapped case as Liam holds it in front of him. The wrapping paper had squirrels all over it and was quite hideous, but was totally all Liam. Theo stared at the package with wide eyes. He glances at Liam, who’s giving him his best puppy dog eyes. He can’t look at him or he’ll break. 

“Are you… going to open it?”

“No,” he says tightly.

“Theo,” Liam whines.

“No, I can’t take it, Liam.”

Liam sighs. “Here,” he says as he tears the wrapping a little, splitting down a squirrel. He imagines it’s the same way his coyote tears through a small animal. Theo can see the top of the guitar case and the start of the company store name where Liam got the guitar and, no doubt, the leather case with it. Strings and Things, the musical shop off the corner by Sinema. Theo has been in there countless times, always wanting but never able to afford a new guitar. So he’s seen the price tags, and he knows there’s no way Liam could’ve afforded something like this. “I know you lost your old one when your dad…” Theo looks at Liam with slightly watery eyes. “Anyway, I just… I know how you loved to play, and it’s my fault you lost it anyway, so here.” Liam pushes it closer to Theo and Theo pushes it back. “Theo,” Liam exasperates. Huffing harshly, he pulls the wrapping off the rest of the way. He tears through the badly wrapped present and opens the case. The tears that had been so steadily collecting in Theo’s eyes fall and he sucks in a breath as he sees the guitar in plain view. The very guitar that he has stopped to look at every day at work.

Liam is freaking out. He thought this would make him happy, but all he was doing was making him cry.

“Do you not like it? I know it’s not like your old guitar, but the guy at the shop said it was one of a kind and that no other guitar plays like this one—” Liam stops rambling as he suddenly has his arms full of his coyote boyfriend. Theo sobs softly into his shoulder, his arms tight around him. “Theo im sorry. I thought you would like it. Ill take it back, okay?”

Theo shakes his head and looks at Liam. “Dont take it back.”

“But it made you cry.”

“Cause I'm happy you dumbass. I love you so goddamn much.”

Liam smiles, suddenly getting it. “I love you too.” He says before kissing Theo. The guitar lies forgotten till the next morning. Which is the best night of Liam Dunbar’s life. November 23rd is now his favorite day of the year.

#thiam #teen wolf #theo raeken #liam dunbar #fanfiction #i hear you're looking for an anchor verse

[southernbluebellereader]

Hello my dear, 

If I could request some Price NSFW I would be forever grateful. Love your writing and I’d love to see how you write Price absolutely pussy whipped by a younger reader. And he’s absolutely shook by her ability to please 🤭

Babygirl, I got you babe - I have just the thing for you Miss Ma'am! You better brace yourself! (Also, I hope you feel better soon and I hope this puts a smile on your face - love youuuu!)

REQUEST: NSFW Captain John Price x Younger Reader (18+ RATED M FOR MATURE)

Master List (tag list at the bottom)

Listen to me: Captain John Price is a man. He's a man's man. But you? You got him wrapped around your little finger - Oh Lordy Almighty have mercy on both of y'all's souls! (and me too lol). And he loves every second of it.

So, given the position that the Captain has, he has a lot of responsibilities, he has a lot physical and mental weight on his shoulders, and sometimes he just needs a moment, a few hours - a night - where he just focuses on other things, and kind of lets loose a little bit.

This is where you come in.

The age gap between the two of you has crossed his mind on multiple occasions. But the way that hold his arm and hold it close to your body when you're together? He never wants you to let go.

The way that you look up at him with those wide eyes? So full of life and love and attention - only for him.

The way you so sweetly and softly ask him to help you with something? He'll do it in an instant, and then some.

He can't remember the last time he ever felt so loved and so wanted by anyone - if ever. You've managed to tame and control the fire inside him.

Slowly and gradually, he'd let you take charge in the bedroom. It'd start with little things. A pair of cuffs with turn into two pairs.

He's not as well-versed in using tools as you are, but he's eager to learn and eager to please - and he's just as amazed as to how eager you are to ensure he is comfortable and enjoys himself.

On occasion, he'd used these cuffs on you, keeping your hands above your head by the headboard of the bed. Just the sight of you sent thrills through his body. The way he'd just watch you and take you in as you laid like that on the bed displayed just for him with flushed cheeks and thighs rubbing together with such eagerness to please him.

The day that you put on one of the cuffs on his hand - purely without thought, both of you stopped whatever you were doing and went between looking at each other and the cuff you'd just placed around his wrist. You were straddled on his lap on your shared bed, his free hand anchored on your behind. The other half of the cuff that was on his wrist wasn't even attached on the headboard yet.

"John..." You were honestly a little nervous as to how he'd react to the idea of you cuffing him to the bed. You were about to take it off but-

"No, keep going, sweetheart," He pressed an adrenaline filled kiss on your lips, then laid down on the bed, earning devilish smile as you crawled further up above him and attached the other cuff to the headboard, leaving him with one free hand to roam around your body.

You gleefully hover above him, teasing him with the way you're moving your hips above his pelvis, hearing the cuffs clink and move as he strains himself and finds himself unable to move his cuffed hand.

"Getting riled up, aren't we?" You leaned over him towards the nightstand to grab the other pair of cuffs. Chuckling, he eagerly holds you close with his free arm and plants kisses on your chest.

You sit up straight and dangle the other pair of cuffs above him, "Do I need to use these to make sure you stay still, John?"

"Oh the things you do to me, you minx," He held out his free hand in front of you, allowing you to put the other cuff on him.

Slightly taken aback by his eagerness to let you have control, you decide to put the other cuff on him, then hooking it to the headboard beside his other hand. You lower yourself once more and kiss him, speaking in between kisses as your hands travel down his neck and shoulders, down his chest and wrapping around his hips, "Are you ready, oh Captain, my beloved Captain?"

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#cod #cod request #call of duty #captain John price #John price #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #call of duty mw #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #cod mw2

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Jason being over protective of scruffy!verse reader?

"Baby," Jason said, dropping a heavy arm around your shoulders. Letting it be dead weight. Anchoring you to your spot against his side, "You okay? How'd you feel?"

"I'm just tired," you murmur, closing your eyes.

"Brain tired or body tired?" he asked, kissing your temple.

"Yes."

He smiled a little and nodded, making a soft thoughtful sound, "How about a snack and a nap?" he offered.

"We're you gonna go-"

"They can wait," he said, hugging you closer. "Do you want a snack or do you wanna eat? You missed lunch-"

"I'll be okay, Jay," you murmur, rubbing your eyes. Feeling guilty. "I'm just- therapy sucks. I hate it. I don't wanna talk about this shit and I just-" You break off and make a frustrated sound that reminds Jason of a cat falling into a bathtub.

"Pockets," he said softly, "Baby. You don't have to do ANYTHING you don't want to do- but. I think it's good for you to talk about it with someone that can give you a different perspective."

"Hello pot-"

"I know," he admitted, "But. Baby. Nissa made you do a lot of shit. Said some really horrible shit to you. And I KNOW you still hear it. All the time. No matter how much I tell you I love you- or Bruce almost admits he's proud of you. Or anyone else tells you how fucking amazing you are." He kissed your head again and shifted you over onto his lap easily. "Maybe we need to try another therapist. Maybe your meds need tweaked little... or maybe you just need more time-"

"It's still not your job to-"

"It's not my job to fix it," he agreed, "It's my job to love you while you fix it."

You chance looking up at him and he smiles a little, "And in this case, I think loving you means reminding you to be nice to yourself. And ordering you a burrito and a cherry coke slushie before I tuck you into bed with Scruffy and read you the Bell Jar."

"I'd rather hear The Tell-Tale Heart-"

"Whatever you want, baby," he said. "As long as you eat and get some sleep. Everything always looks less overwhelming after that."

"You're not mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad?" he asked, kissing your nose. "Because you're a little down today? Because I volunteered to change my plans? Pockets," he shook his head and chucked you under the chin, "if I left I'd spend the whole time being worried about you anyway... At least if I stay I know you're comfy and sleepy with a full belly and you're not crying yourself to sleep."

"I'm not gonna cry-"

"Whether you are or not," he said. "I'd rather be here if you need me. It makes me feel better."

"But-"

"I know you'd be okay," he said kissing you properly. "You're you. "I'd just rather not worry about it... really, you're doing me a favor letting me stay.

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #ask answered #minors dni #scruffy!verse

[foxes-that-run]

Sign of the Times

SOTT is from the POV of a dying mother's words to a newborn. In the 2022 New York Apple Music Live Harry said this 'the first song he ever put out', then repeated that before Beautiful. Harry choose it to set the tone of his solo career, as a message to himself to rely on himself, similar to Taylor's later Your on your own Kid. I hear it as Harry talking to himself, willing him to go on despite challenges and fears in his solo career. To me the theme is both urging himself on and also considering who he is apart from fame. It references Taylor and she it. It is open to interpretation and by no means I am no expert, just my thoughts.

To Rolling Stone in 2017 Harry said: “Most of the stuff that hurts me about what’s going on at the moment is not politics, it’s fundamentals,” Styles says. “Equal rights. For everyone, all races, sexes, everything. …  ’Sign of the Times’ came from ‘This isn’t the first time we’ve been in a hard time, and it’s not going to be the last time.’ The song is written from a point of view as if a mother was giving birth to a child and there’s a complication. The mother is told, ‘The child is fine, but you’re not going to make it.’ The mother has five minutes to tell the child, ‘Go forth and conquer.'”

Lyrics

Just stop your crying It's a sign of the times Welcome to the final show Hope you're wearing your best clothes You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky You look pretty good down here But you ain't really good

To me, Harry is likening his leaving One Direction as a death and his solo career as the new birth/beginning. I hear final show is literal, their final show. He's telling himself to not cry, he can't bribe his way to solo success, it's on him and he has to try his best. He left a lot of once important relationships behind, even though many were already strained he lost the 1D infrastructure, the band friendships.

To me, you look pretty good down there, but you aren't really good to directed at Taylor. Referring to their attraction and reminding himself of their cyclical relationship. Their relationship was at its lowest point when he left 1D as described in Woman and MMIH, at a time he needed anchoring he was telling himself not to repeat it.

If we never learn, we been here before Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets We never learn, we been here before Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets

To me the second verse speaks to the cyclical nature of his relationships in this time, in the band and also Taylor.

I hear 'stuck running from the bullets' as hiding from camera's. As described in I Know Places "They take their shots, but we're bulletproof / I know places" and Perfect, they constantly hid or ran from press.

They were trapped in a cycle of not learning and repeating a cycle described in Style "when we go crashing down, we come back every time" OOTW as 'we were built to fall apart and get back together.' They sing of a repeating, almost addictive nature of their relationship in many songs.

Just stop your crying It's a sign of the times We gotta get away from here We gotta get away from here Just stop your crying It'll be alright They told me that the end is near We gotta get away from here

Harry is urging himself to rise to the challenge.

Taylor refers to the end in Mirrorball, which is a similar song "Hush, I know they said the end is near"

Harry is hoping he can break the cycle and be happy with (or without) Taylor.

It'll be alright is also similar to Fine Line's "We'll be alright" and WITW "And I know we'll be alright, child"

Just stop your crying Have the time of your life Breaking through the atmosphere And things are pretty good from here Remember everything will be alright We can meet again somewhere Somewhere far away from here

Harry is telling himself to let his past success with the band behind, remember to enjoy himself aside from doubt and fear. Rather than 'you look pretty good' in the first verse it is now 'things are pretty good' he is turning inward to get there alone.

He's setting aside the relationship for the future, he also said a similar idea in Someday (Michael Buble) "We could be in love once more / Till then I won't give my love away / Darling, I'm forever only yours" and in Walking in the Wind " Yeah, you will find me / In places that we've never been / For reasons we don't understand"

We don't talk enough We should open up Before it's all too much Will we ever learn? We've been here before It's just what we know

Harry reflects on their lack of communication, I think with Taylor but also broader in his relationships. Not communicating is another Haylor theme.

Stop your crying, baby It's a sign of the times We gotta get away x5 We got to, we got to, away x3

I love the outtro, and his performance of it in the video above. I'm so happy for him paving his path successfully.

#haylor #harry styles #harry styles debut #hs1

[witchersgoldenbard]

“ i don't mean to bother you. “ “ you're not. “ for geraskier? because I am sneakily reminding you that you are not a bother but are in fact greatly loved 😌

i love you so much 🥺💛 thank you for the prompt

wc: 1.9k | tags: yearning, post-s2. love confessions, stars as narrative device, hurt/comfort

as the stars above them hum and hear them

Jaskier feels nothing but hollow looking up at the stars. Essi had always loved them, had spent hours waxing poetic about the comfort she could draw from the stars. Wherever we go, whenever we look, they will always be there as steady companions. Maybe we can be close to them one of these days. It seems like a lifetime ago that Jaskier had met Essi‘s beautiful eyes and drawn her into a hug while she went on and on about constellations, making up stories about them as she went. They were warm and happy on that summer’s night out on the fields close to Oxenfurt.

The stars that are shining down on Jaskier right now are different, though familiar. Every winter they are the same wherever Jaskier goes, and it should bring him comfort. One constant, one anchor, one thing in his life he can depend on. But it doesn’t.

The air around him is freezing and he’s not sure he can feel his cheeks anymore, yet he cannot move from where he sat down on the nearly destroyed stone bridge, Kaer Morhen‘s courtyard spread out several feet beneath him in the moonless dark. And Jaskier is looking up at the stars because if he dared to look anywhere else, he’s not sure he would manage to breathe right.

A noise startles him and he blinks away frozen tears, turning his head to find someone standing beside him. Geralt. Jaskier would recognise him anywhere, even on a moonless night, cast only in the light of stars that might as well exist in another world entirely for how far away they are.

“I don’t mean to bother you,” Geralt says, his voice so unfairly gentle that Jaskier barely has time to consider his words before he speaks.

“You’re not.”

Geralt doesn’t move, doesn’t even hum, but Jaskier imagines there to be the tiniest of smiles on the witcher’s lips. It makes his heart race and he has to tear his eyes away from his figure to look back up at the night sky. The stars are well-versed in Jaskier’s feelings for the witcher already, they can bear witness to his yearning expression and the little sigh he releases.

“It’s nice out here, isn’t it?”

Jaskier swallows, suppresses the urge to look at Geralt again and instead keeps his eyes where they are. “Yeah.” It comes out as barely more than a whisper.

Another beat of silence passes, then Geralt takes a step closer to him. “Can I sit with you?”

Maybe it’s the sudden breeze that whips through his hair and brings with it freezing gust of air that smells like freshly fallen snow, but Jaskier feels his eyes beginning to prick.

“Of course,” he croaks, wincing at the quality of his voice. He holds his breath, prays that his heart won’t beat out of his chest and find its place again inside Geralt’s hands for the witcher to crush at will. It’s futile, because even crushed, his heart never left the witcher’s hold.

They sit together for a while, but Jaskier has long since stopped trying to find solace, company or comfort in the night sky. He’s trying not to breathe too loudly, trying not to move, trying not to overwhelm Geralt again with his mere existence, but it doesn’t stop his eyes from welling up again.

“Did you ever manage to find it?” Geralt breakes the silence then, his voice nothing more than a whisper, and still Jaskier jumps ever so slightly, only held in place by the weight of golden eyes he can feel resting upon him. He doesn’t meet them. Doesn’t dare to.

“Find what?“

“The thing that pleases you.”

If it were at all possible, Jaskier would think that the light of the stars above them has dimmed ever so slightly. The words tear into him with how gently they’ve been said, and it does nothing to calm his stinging eyes or racing heart.

“Don’t do this, Geralt,” Jaskier begs.

“Do what?” He sounds genuinely confused, subdued like every time he feels that something should be obvious but he cannot figure it out. It breaks Jaskier’s heart even more, because everything would just be so much easier if Geralt wanted to hurt him on purpose instead of these accidental stabs right into his soul.

“Don’t— I can’t do this again, Geralt.”

It’s not lost on him. Sitting together, only one of them looking at the other... The parallels of it, the same conversation, and everything has changed but his feelings for Geralt. The one constant in his life.

“Alright. I’m sorry.”

And it’s not necessarily an empty apology, but Jaskier knows that Geralt doesn’t know what he’s apologising for. With a broken little sigh, Jaskier decides that he has already lost everything, his once burning fingers now lying frozen in his lap as a reminder of it, and he has nothing left to give but this. He can give Geralt the truth, give away the last piece of his soul before he can truly be nothing but a hollowed out shell of himself.

“It’s you, Geralt,” he whispers then, and that’s when the tears begin to fall from his eyes, the cold air freezing their tracks on his cheeks, but the sting of it is no greater than the pain inside his chest.

“Me?”

“Yes. It’s always been you.” And I’m sorry, he doesn’t add, but it’s a close thing. Loving Geralt is really nothing he wants to apologise for. Loving Geralt feels like the one thing in life that is good, even if he did it so horribly wrong that he lost his witcher in the process.

A beat of silence passes between them and he can still fee Geralt’s eyes on him, but Jaskier only closes his own, hides them even from the stars that know his feelings so well.

“I… I didn’t think you—“ A sigh, then Geralt tries again. “Still? After everything?”

Jaskier huffs out a humourless laugh and sniffles. “Still. Always. I tried to stop, but I’m not as strong as you, Geralt. I’m not strong enough to stop, I—“

“I’m not strong either. I tried to be, Jaskier, I tried too hard. I was weak and only made myself weaker by trying not to be. I lost you and… and then I realised what I think I’ve known all along, but I didn’t want to know it because I didn't want to be weak. But I found out that when it comes to you, I always am. One way or another.” Geralt breathes and Jaskier almost misses his next word for how loudly his heart is beating out of his chest. “You make me weak, Jask.”

He shakes his head, tries not to shiver from the cold and the tears and the waves of emotions coursing through him. This isn’t real. It cannot possibly be.

But when he opens his eyes again, he finds Geralt still looking at him, his hands twitching in his lap like they never did before. Jaskier wants to reach out and hold them. He can’t move, though, can only stare and let the tears roll down his cheeks as he tries to make sense of it all.

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” Geralt whispers then, swaying where he is. Swaying towards Jaskier, as though his body is yearning to touch. “I’m sorry I lost you. I’m sorry you thought you’d lost me. I’m— I just... I need you to know.”

Jaskier doesn’t know what to say, what to think, what to feel. But he knows what he wants to do, and it’s the one thing he has always wanted to do, the constant ache in his chest, the tingling in his arms to lean into Geralt and share his warmth surrounded by the comforting scent of leather and wood. And so, in the cover of darkness with only the stars as his witness, that’s what he does. He leans into Geralt slowly, ready to retreat at any moment and brush it off like he always has. The witcher doesn’t tense, though, doesn’t push him off or grunt in displeasure.

No. What he does is wrap his arm around Jaskier’s shoulder and hold him there like he only ever did in Jaskier’s dreams.

“You didn’t lose me,” Jaskier speaks then, barely audible because he doesn’t dare to interrupt the cover of silence that has settled over them. “I promise you didn’t. You can even ask the stars,” he adds with a little smile.

“The stars?”

“Hmm. They know. They’ve always known.”

Geralt swallows, and Jaskier can hear how his heart is beating a little faster in his chest. “Known what?”

Heart hammering, Jaskier takes a deep breath and lets it out on a wavering exhale. “That I love you, Geralt of Rivia. And that I always have and always will.”

There. There it is. The last shard of who he used to be, who he is and who he could be. The last piece of his heart that he had a strong hold on, now given away and given freely, resting inside the cradle of Geralt’s hands. It should hurt. Jaskier had always imagined it would hurt when he’d finally tell Geralt, had imagined it would be yelled instead of whispered. Had imagined the air would shift and he would suffocate, a stone-faced Geralt the last thing he’d see before he died a broken-hearted man.

Instead, he feels the careful press of lips to the crown of his head before Geralt tentatively takes a hold of his hand, cradling it as gently as his heart.

“If the stars already bore witness to your story, let them hear a part of mine, hm? The part where I tell you that…” he swallows, and Jaskier holds his breath. “That I think I love you, too. That I miss you. And that I need you.”

And then, miraculously, it is Jaskier who pulls back first. He doesn’t leave the embrace, only sits back and stares at Geralt for the first time tonight. For the first time in what feels like years. He’s still crying, but a hand comes up to his face and wipes away the tears before resting there in a gentle hold. It’s warm and Jaskier can’t help the way he leans into the touch, earning another smile from Geralt.

Time is suspended in the way they look at each other, and Jaskier’s breath hitches when Geralt’s thumb gently strokes his cheek. Breathing becomes difficult in the most wonderful way.

“Jaskier,” Geralt murmurs, swaying closer again. “Can I—“

“Yes,” Jaskier breathes, leaning into Geralt and letting the man claim his lips in a gentle kiss. Hands find their way into his hair as though Geralt means to hold him in place, afraid that Jaskier would leave him.

Neither of them have any more words to share with the stars, but Geralt trails kisses over Jaskier’s face, kissing away the frozen tracks of tears on his cheeks until Jaskier’s own hands find their way into Geralt’s hair, stilling him so he can press a kiss to his forehead. One to his nose. One to the dimple in his chin, and finally one to his smiling lips.

The next time he looks up at the twinkling lights above them, he could swear they’re brighter than they ever were before. And maybe they are, because it’s the first time they can see Geralt holding him like that. Jaskier doesn’t care to examine that, though, because now he can just close his eyes and breathe in the familiar scent of the man he loves so much. And that’s exactly what he does.

Neither of them bears witness to the shooting star that illuminates the night sky above.

~

tagging: @wherethewordsare @natilieal @meebles @luteandsword @horsedadgeralt @herostag @professorjaskier @toboldlynerd

#geraskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #the witcher #geralt x jaskier #geraltxjaskier #geraskiersource #the witcher netflix #the witcher season 2 #nat writes #look another thing i live wrote in the discord :D

[salem-xx]

Songs I hear when I think of Airplanes!verse Thiam pt.1:

→ my interpretation of songs through the beautiful work of Airplanes by Captainmintyfresh on ao3/ @thiamfresh on tumblr. Proceed with caution those who have not yet read Airplanes because this does contain spoilers [but also you should read it for peak comedy and thiam]

✰ Airplanes: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12165924/chapters/27611925

✰ pls enjoy these gifs of boyfriends saving one another 😌

1. Chosen Family - Rina Sawayama

“Where do I belong? Settle down, put your bags down. (Ooh) You're alright now. We don't need to be related to relate. We don't need to share genes or a surname. You are, you are My chosen, chosen family. I chose you. You chose me. We're alright now”

Chosen Family is about how members of the LGBTQ+ Community aren’t always accepted by their family. But the friendships formed within this community are similar to a family. In a way, packs are similar to communities and families, they got your back. In Airplanes, Theo is torn between staying in Beacon Hills where he’s hated or going to Idaho and staying with the Hermit Pack. The McCall Pack will most likely never accept Theo into the pack after the crazy events of Season five, but Theo in Airplanes and in s6 shows that he is capable of change. Even though he will never receive a family from the McCall Pack, he does receive it from The Hermit Pack and Liam (the hermit pack is truly amazing). Theo hasn’t had that feeling of family since he was most likely a child and having friends and people who genuinely care about him is new and nice, but also scary for him ??? And the Hermit Pack are nonjudgmental. They know about Theo’s past, but they look past it and see him for who he is now. This song just makes me think of the family Theo has found within the Hermit Pack and Liam. ALSO REMINDS ME THAT THEO AND LIAM ARE EACH OTHERS ANCHORS SO THEY CHOSE EACH OTHER AAAAAAA mwah

2. BITE OF ME - NIKI DEMAR

“Forget to eat. Don't buy what I need. I let people push me 'til I bleed. And I take the beatin'. Over my breathin'. Yeah, I'm unhealthy and messed up. Everybody wants a bite of me. Everybody wants my energy, yeah. 'Til there's nothing really left of me”

BITE OF ME is about constantly feeling drained by the people around you, not knowing when to say no and overall neglecting yourself for the sake of others. Hun if that ain’t Liam Dunbar I do not know what is. This just reminds me of the opening paragraph of Airplanes and how tired Liam was. It also reminds me of when he literally took a beating from Nolan and Gabe [nothing angered me more 😀 ]. It just reinforces the fact they are literal children and they have to deal with the supernatural on top of school and being a teenager. Especially with Scott leaving for college, Liam is going to have to step up and be an Alpha to the puppy pack. I can’t even think of the mental exhaustion Scott goes through, much less what liam will go through. I feel like Liam is gonna struggle with knowing his limits because he’s going to want to be a good Alpha, but he’ll probably prioritize that over his own mental health.

3. Slow Dancing - Aly and AJ

Move the kitchen table out to the lawn. Roll up the rug, the stereo's on. All I can imagine is bein' in your arms. I want you to know. I don't need anything fancy. I just need me and you slow dancing. Hell's bending, keeping me captive. Heaven's here, it's right where you're standing. Slow dancing”

"This is good and we don't have to do picture-perfect dates. I mean, the restaurant and the shoes—It's not us." [Airplanes Ch 36]

"Are you saying I'm not swanky?" Theo gasped

"I'm so swept I've basically been vacuumed and moped too." Liam closed the distance between them quickly, crashing their lips together before Theo could realize how dumb he sounded and how they were definitely spending too much time together if Theo was starting to come out with stupid things like that. [Airplanes Ch 37]

Slow Dancing is the story of two lovers separated from each other during a pandemic. And about longing for someone and a desire for simplicity. Slow Dancing reminds me of the two quotes above in Airplanes. I don’t know if Liam would ever manage to get Theo to slow dance with him (chile maybe for prom, but even then I don’t know..would they even go to prom??). But the relationship between Liam and Theo is so unconventional but so pure ? They try to do something nice and swanky like set up a fancy shmancy date at a restaurant and they got kicked out because of a flying octopus. Or Liam tries to sweep Theo with a picnic at Niagara Falls and they end up with soggy sandwiches and Theo saying that sweet but dumb comment [aaaaa ma’am I remember screaming and laughing when he said that]. That entire chapter was so perfect and so beautifully them, Liam saying he’s okay with the sand fights, the vomiting and the throwing of maybe dead octopuses. Slow Dancing is just so domestic to me and in my head Thiam and their strange dates are domestic [by their standards] [ughh I love them] also Liam’s insistence on having a picnic really reminds me of the first few lines of the pre-chorus: “Move the kitchen table out to the lawn. Roll up the rug, the stereo's on.

4. Santa’s Real - Sasha Sloan

“When I would go to sleep, I'd always say, "Mom, keep the door open and please leave the light on”. 'Cause I thought monsters lived under the bed. That's before I knew they walk the streets instead. I wanna live in a world where people don't get hurt...I used to be young and naïve until I saw things I couldn't unsee”

Santa’s real is about “innocence and wanting to be naive again, and wishing the things that you thought were real as a kid actually existed and magic and just that feeling of innocence that you slowly lose throughout the years.” This song perfectly captures the trauma that both boys have gone through. Liam went from having a mundane, life to hanging off hospital roofs and being literally hunted down for money (plssss season four was too much lmaoo). Liam was suddenly thrown into the world of werewolves, wendigos and werejaguars. Yes, he had Scott, but Liam was only a sophomore [so 16] [and Scott struggled so much especially in the first few seasons.] Now he’s going from a normal human life to trying to stay alive from literal assassins who end up being classmates [I’m looking at you Garrett he really threw Liam in a well 💀] . Airplanes just highlights his loss of innocence that gradually vanished with being turned into a werewolf and seeing the things he has seen. Monsters quite literally walk the streets in beacon hills [you’d never find me in that town]. With Theo, Airplanes makes us realize he didn’t have a normal childhood. We see him as innocent and childlike during the water park and watching Star Wars. It’s both endearing and heartbreaking. Because before Airplanes, I saw Theo as a person but not really?? a lot of his actions characterized him as a villain, but those moments in Airplanes reminds me that he’s literally 18. His nightmares in s6 and in the fic remind me he’s still human. He’s a kid who made a lot of bad decisions, but he is trying. This song like Bite of Me reminds me that they are just kids. (no because the scene in the gif below especially look at him he’s just supposed to be a teenager, he needs more than a hug, he needs a break too 😭)

5. I Hear a Symphony - Cody Fry

“I used to hear a simple song. That was until you came along. Now in its place is something new. I hear it when I look at you. I used to hear a simple song. That was until you came along. You took my broken melody. And now, I hear a symphony

This song is really straight forward so I don’t need to explain, but this song just makes me think of Theo and how his life was bleak, loveless and the only thing that mattered to him was surviving. But Liam and his idiocy makes it better ? Having someone who loves you and looks past all your flaws. This song is literally Theo falling in love with Liam.

#teen wolf #thiam #liam dunbar #airplanes thiam #theo raeken #puppy pack #jeff davis really gave us scraps 😃 #it’s ok bc Airplanes exists and I’ve read it so much that in my head it’s cannon #airplanes fanfiction

[bubblesthemonsterartist]

Okay prompt for the Ever After verse if you're still taking them: the first time after leaving that Obi lets himself really cry in front of Shirayuki. This whole thing had to be hurting him too, and I have this twisted penchant for seeing him in pain if it means he's letting her comfort him

The air is touchedwith death when they finally reach Llbersi.

It stings her lungs, chapping her lipsraw and blurring her vision. With theway frost coats their clothing, icicles dangling from fur and mane and hairalike, she’s never been more grateful to be on the edge of civilization.

Pillars of gray blocked their view fordays, never allowing them to see more than a stones throw ahead, and the crumbling towers reaching for the stars and sun confounded themmore than any green forest ever did. It was only Ryuu, his compass, and Nergüi thathad given them any sense of direction.

Obi tucks into himself – not shiveringbut unbearably silent – while Nohai trembles violently in the circle of Ryuu’sarms. The tight quarters of the stone forest put them more on edge than she thought was possible.

In the distance, right between twilight and nightfall, thenight hunters raise their voice in a haunting call.

“Ahh!” Obi starts them out of their tensesilent, arching his back and looking down upon the town as fires are set to the wild call. “Finally a soft bed.”

“And a bath.” Ryuu’s voice is muffled andrough. “We stink.”

How he smells them through the thrice wrappedscarf around his face, she doesn’t know.

“Let’s hurry before they close the gates.”

~ ~ ~

“I’ll need to take care of a few things whilewe’re here.”

Shirayuki’s head snaps up, her bags just laidout at the foot of the bed. “What about the baths?”

Obi’s smile is tense around the eyes. “Ah,” herubs the back of his neck. “I’ll just… take a bucket shower or something. No need to waste money.”

“It’s freezing,”she protests. “And you love hot springs.”

He winces, grabbing for his shoulder through the thick of his parka that he has not yet removed. “I’m not too partial to them here.”

Shirayuki frowns. From what she has seen, the baths here were not too different from Lyrias. People gave her a little more berth, sure, and Nohai was still so skittish that she never came wi-

Oh. Oh.

“Maybe I can have a private bath sent up,” shetries, urgency pounding in her chest. How could she be so inconsiderate to the both of them? “And we can… take advantage. Of thisroom. Maybe even-” she swallows, lowering her voice. “-maybe we can even leave late tomorrow.”

“Don’t do that.”

So rarely has his words been so clipped, voice been so stern andShirayuki licks her lips, flinching at the sting. “Don’t do what?” she lilts, biting into raw skin. “Don’t sendfor a bath?”

Obi’s throat tenses and strains in tandem withthe set of his jaw, looking not at her but the tiny window sheened with ice onthe other side of the room. “Don’t… offer yourself like that. I don’t need youto-” His hand curls into a fist, air blowing out of him in a rush. “I’m fine. I just need to check with thelocals about the surrounding area. If we are going to visit the Mountain coven,I need to know which path is safe.”

“You can do that tomorrow,” she begs. “I’ll gowith you.”

I’llstay at your side so I know you’re safe.

He looks back at her, softening his expression.“I’ll be back before you know it,” he winks. “Enjoy the hot springs for me. I promiseI won’t smell like a horse when I get back.”

~ ~ ~

The night wears on and she stands vigil overit, staring out into the city, worrying her lower lip until she tastes copper.

A hand appears under her nose, a small jarcradled in the palm of a pale hand.

“Thank you,” she whispers, taking it from Ryuuand dabbing the balm across her lips. It burns.

“You should be taking better care of yourself,”he says quietly, standing next to her in thick robes.

She manages a weak grin. “I know.”

“You’re too much alike in that way. It makes me worry.”

She ducks her head. “I’m sorry.”

The silence stretches out, the villagedarkening as the hours past nightfall lengthen and she bunches the cloth of herown robes between her fingers.

She didn’t like it when he disappeared beforethey came to this place, before they left Lyrias even, but now that she knowswhat the marks on his legs may mean to others, how he had been so silently contentious of it without concerning them, makes her nervous,makes her anxious, makes the moments where she can’t hear his voice all themore worse.

What if his legs were somehow exposed to thewrong person and they took him?

“He’ll be fine.”

Shirayuki blinks rapidly, hands flexing. “Weshould go look for him.”

Ryuu levels her with a patientexpression. “I’m sure Obi knows the dangers better than all of us. He’llbe back soon.”

* * *

He can’t feel his toes. He can’t feel his limbs. He’s not even sure he can feel his skin until the heat of the inn blasts him full to the face when he trudges in. The keep eyes him and his nods once, succinct, walking past him.

The tension in his neck diminishes but does not disappear when he ascends the stairs to the upper rooms, joints cracking as if they themselves got ice between them. Gods, he had forgotten all the differentways one’s blood could freeze. His very bones groan and ache like an old shipagainst the moors, and oh how he wishes he could have joined them in the baths, but at least his hand are warm, heated by a fresh loaf ofsweet bread that will bring a smile to Miss’s face if nothing else.

His lips curve, slipping silently into their room.

“Where have you been?”

Obi blanches, feet weighing themselves to theground. He stares into the dark, but in this pitch even he can only guess whereshe is by the direction of her voice.

“Sorry,” he breathes, shifting awkwardly. “I must have losttrack of time.”

“You lost-” she exhales noisily, a matchstriking flint and illuminating the dark. Her face is stern and sharp in thelantern light. “You lost track of time?” she bites, sitting up and pushing offthe covers.

He swallows, his throat thick with words and he wonders if he can run with his joints so stiff. “Yea.”

“I’ve- we’ve been worried sick!” As she comes closer, he can see the red around her eyes. “What were you evendoing? Don’t you think I would worry?”

He licks his lips, his tongue stuck. It had been- it had been years since he had been scolded about this. Since Master- since Zen spoke to him and it had stuck… up until it didn’t. Up until he had been let off his leash.

People get worried when you aren’t where you’re supposed to be.

It’s hard to make his mouth work the way hewants. “I- Um.”

She rubs her face.“All I could think of was that something happened to you. That someone had seenyour scars and had taken you or even worse and I don’t- I can’t- I know this isn’t the same as Clarines wherewe had a home, but-”

The same goes for me.

He had forgotten this rule between them, but it’s as if the years have disappeared into mere moments the way memory hits him. 

“I’m sorry,” he says again, helplessly.

“That’s all you haveto say. You’re sorry?”

If you understand, don’t make me come looking for you again.

…how easy was it to forget that people had once considered him the same way he considers them.

She marches over tohim. “You’re— Oh.”

The blood drains from her face, painting herpristine white in the dark. He doesn’t know what made her look at him likethat.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come back when I said Iwould.” The words are just gasps and he closes his eyes to hide from her face.“I won’t do it again.”

“Obi- I didn’t- Oh, no. I didn’tmean-“ Sleep warm hands cup his face. “I didn’t mean it like that. Ididn’t mean to make you— Oh!”

Her palms flatten under his eyes, and when hiseyes open again, his vision is blurry. 

Oh. Oh, he didn’t know he was-

“It’s fine, it’sfine,” he says, rearranging his face into something else. Something that wouldcover the fact that he is leaking. “It’s not a problem-”

“Obi-”

His eyes can’t focus on her anymore. Theycan’t seem to focus on anything. His hands are empty, numb, and he doesn’t know where his surprise has gone until he blinks and finds it laying on the floor. It’s fine, it’s fine. “I, um. I’ve gotta- I’ve gotta go dosomething. I-“

Her arms shoot out, a light weight pressingagainst his front, and oh- oh. His chest feels so tight he doesn’t know if he can even breathe.

He can feel her breath through his layers, so hot it burns his heart. “I’m so sorry, Obi.”

“Nothing to apologize for.” He pats hernumbly, tries to pull away. She holds tighter.

“Please,” his voice sounds so strange. “I need to go.”

She shakes her head against his chest. “No.Not this time. I won’t let you.”

It’s selfish of him. It’s selfish of him to beso taken by such a small thing.

It had only been a year. Just a single year ofbeing alone again, but he already forgot what it meant to have people who werewaiting for him. That someone might care about his absence and what it mightmean if he were to never come back.

“Miss-” he chokes.

“Shirayuki.”

The sound that rips out of him is shameful andhe struggles against her arms, wanting to fly from the room and find a secretand cold space to curl up in and die. Anything would be better than admitting that he wants this.

He should have known she would reveal him for what he was. After all, she has always been stronger than enemy or secret that stood in her way.

“You don’t have to do this alone anymore,” hehears somewhere near his ear. “Let me help. Let me be there for you, too.”

His knees give out, dragging them both down andshe pulls him tight until he is wrapped in layers and layers of soft and sweetand clean.

“I’ve been so worried,” she whispers, so faraway even though he can feel her heart beating under his ear, can feel hands solight they tickle across his back, his face. He claws at her nightgown, desperate for an anchor in this storm. “You carry your hurt soquietly and I never know how to draw it out.”

“There-” he hiccups, throat too thick and breath too shallow to formwords. He hides himself against warmth and softness. “There’s nothing- I didn’t- You lost-”

Her lips press against the crown of his head.“I did,” she whispers fiercely. “But so did you.”

He thinks he’s going to be sick. Turn out allof his organs across the floor at her feet. But all that comes out is a child’s sob.

“I’ll stay here,” shemurmurs, fingers combing through his hair. Her clothes are wet against his face. “I’ll be here as long as you need. And then the next day, and the next day, and the next day, too.”

#bubbleswrites #watchtower #ever after #obiyuki #happy fam #asterose018 #200 followers prompts #set pre-miscarriage

[hemlocksandfoxgloves]

Okay, I know I haven't updated in awhile, but I couldn't stop thinking about Theo so I thought I'd try to finish this chapter.

So here's a sneak peek at the next chapter of "I Hear You're Looking For An Anchor"

Also I would really love some feedback. Is it too boring? Too ooc? I think I use too many proper nouns. Should I just stop writing this and work on something else?

Anyway, here's some more human!Theo and Liam being dumb in denial.

"Face of a Killer: LIAM"

“So, they’re burying the bodies. Do you know who’s doing it?” Mason asks as they leave history class. Liam could tell he’d been itching for information since last night. The whole thing feels so surreal. He was worried something big was coming.

Liam shakes his head as they walk down the hall together. “No, Scott’s figuring it out,” he sighs. “He told me not to worry about it.”

“Then don’t. Look, why don’t you come out to Sinema with me tonight?”

“Do you really think a movie night is a good idea right now?” Liam looks at him, conventually concerned, as he dodges out of the way of the rowdy hallway. “What if- what if Scott needs me?”

“Not a movie, a club. It’s the club.” Mason looks at him, holding his hands up excitedly. “It’ll be fun. Hot girls. Hot guys…” Mason trails off as Liam tilts his head and his face takes up one of curiosity. It was like when your ears tingle because somebody was talking about you. Except somebody was actually talking about him. “Liam?”

He shushes Mason as he hears Theo ask Scott, “What’s his deal?” in a faraway voice.

Following the sound, Liam peeks his head around the corner behind a row of lockers. He holds his arm back when Mason tries to look, too. He sees Scott and Theo outside the Biology lab, which was an unusual sight, considering. Why would Theo be talking to Scott? Still trying to get under his good graces, probably. Liam couldn’t help it, he was curious.

“What do you mean?”

Theo sighs, scratching the back of his head. “Do you think I might have a shot with him?”

A shot with whom? Liam? He flinches as Scott lets out a surprising laugh. “Oh! I mean, I don’t know, maybe.”

Theo’s eyes flicker to Liam’s and a cocky smirk covers his face. “You sure about that?” Liam glares at him menacingly. 

“You should ask him,” Scott says before leaving.

Liam and Theo’s eyes don’t leave each other’s. Not even when Theo walks past him, still with that half-assed grin and Liam glaring at him like he could pretend to hate him. His eyes soften as they follow his every move until he disappears at the end of the hall. He had to be messing with Liam, right? When Liam turns his head to look at Mason, he’s met with a suspicious grin.

An uncalled for suspicious grin. Liam wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was just looking! Just looking could mean a lot of things, though. Especially in front of Mason’s eyes.

“What?” he asks innocently.

“Mhm, what was that?”

“What was what?” Liam shrugs. There was no avoiding this around Mason, though. He saw the glances between them, if that’s what you want to call it. Liam tried to convey his hatred through his eyes, but felt like he was failing big time. Of course, Mason had to see right through the façade.

“The smiles and the eyes and…” Liam’s eyes widen for a moment before he turns tail the other direction. “You like him!” he hears Mason exclaim behind him.

“Who? Theo?” Liam laughs. “Don’t you think that’s a little crazy?” he asks as they stop at his locker. He dials the lock, “I mean sure, he’s hot but…” Liam stops, staring at the lock in his hand.

But what? He saved Lydia’s life last night. He drove him home, not that he wanted him to. Is there any reason at all that says Liam shouldn’t like Theo? Maybe he wasn’t as bad as Stiles says after all. After last night, he felt like he finally got a glimpse of who Theo really was. He needs to give him some credit. At least he was trying. If Theo is so evil, like Stiles thinks he is, why would he go through all this trouble?

“And you like him!”

Liam sighs, shaking his head and pulling the lock open. “Doesn’t matter. Stiles says he’s bad news and I should stay away.” He places his history book in the back of his locker.

Mason chortles, “Since when do you listen to Stiles?” Liam would’ve replied, something along the lines that Stiles could shove it and he could do whatever he wanted. He grins instead as he sees Stiles standing behind Mason. Based on Liam’s reaction, he knew exactly what had Liam averting his eyes behind him. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?” Liam chuckles, nodding, and Mason whips around. “Hey man, we were just—”

Stiles isn’t interested, though. He was looking down in the dumps, actually. He looked like he didn’t sleep a wink last night. He pats Mason aside. “Yeah, that’s great Mason. Liam, I need to talk to you.”

After giving each other a look, Mason leaves and Liam shuts his locker door, turning to Stiles. He was concerned about his state and knew it must’ve had to do with Lydia. Everyone knew how he felt about her.

“Hey, how’s Lydia doing?” he questions.

“I don’t know. Last I heard, she was still in surgery. I’m going to go see her this afternoon, though.” Liam nods. “Have you talked to Theo?” Stiles’ voice takes an accusatory turn, making Liam frown.

“Not since he drove me home last night. Why? Did something happen?”

“Actually, yeah. A big something— Wait, you let the enemy drive you home? He knows where you live? Liam, what exactly did he say to you?”

Liam shrugs his hands into his pockets. “Not much.” He raises his eyes, his voice cracking. “He was nice.”

Stiles’ eyebrows reach his hairline as he exclaims, “No, no! Listen to me, Theo is not nice. I was right not to trust him.”

Liam glowers at him. “He saved Lydia’s life last night. Don’t you think it’s time we give him the benefit of the doubt? He’s not the bad guy here.”

“Liam, don’t get me wrong. I am eternally grateful that Lydia is alive, more than anyone. That doesn’t excuse what he did, though.”

Liam sighs, “What did he do?”

“I was going through his medical records and—”

“Stiles, you can’t do that!”

“Well, it’s a good thing that I did because you’ll never believe what I found.”

Liam’s eyes close for a moment as the blaring school bell surrounds them. Ultimately, saving him from this conversation. “I don’t care what you found. It was Theo who saved Lydia. Just… try to have a heart and give him a chance.”

Walking past him, Liam hears Stiles mutter, uselessly, “That’s what I’m trying to tell you.”

Whatever Stiles found, he didn’t care anymore. Stiles can be his own problem. He was done listening to him. He was just searching for answers that weren’t there. Was it so hard to think that Theo was just trying to get through high school like the rest of them?

Liam was passing the library when he heard a distinct heartbeat. It was odd, not like anyone else’s he heard. He couldn’t detect a rhythm or pattern to it. It just was; always at a rushed pace. He planned on using his free period to practice lacrosse, but this seemed more beneficial.

Following the sound of his heartbeat, he finds Theo at the very back of the library. He was in a secluded spot where nobody could see him, hunched over textbooks and notebooks around him. Liam hid partially from view behind a large bookcase. He could see Theo’s furrowed brows pulled together in concentration. His gelled hair was in a disarray. He definitely looked like he needed a break.

Theo didn’t notice him until he’s dropped his bookbag onto the table with a small thunk. He’s startled for a moment before he realizes who it was that disturbed him. For the barest moment, Liam thought Theo looked scared, but it was quickly smoothed into his residential smirk that he always saved for Liam. He wished he wouldn’t look at him like that. It felt fake and impersonal. He wanted to see Theo’s real smile.

Liam sits down in the chair across from him and Theo caps his pen, leaning back in his seat.

“You’re not worried about being seen with me? What would Stiles think?” Liam looks around their vacant little corner pointedly. Theo chuckles, “Point taken. So, have you made your decision?”

Liam was in the middle of pulling his school work out of his bag and pauses when Theo asks this.

“About what?”

Theo dips his head. “Whether you like me?”

Liam scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. Just because he was sitting with him didn’t mean anything. “You’re lucky I’m even talking to you,” he says, taking his history notes out.

“Oh, I don’t think luck has anything to do with it,” Theo smiles at him smugly.

“It doesn’t matter, anyway.”

“And why’s that?”

Liam grits his teeth. “I have more important things to worry about than whether I’m caught sitting with Theo Raeken.”

Theo frowns, playing with the pen in between his fingers. Liam watches his long fingers twist this way and that. “Stiles still doesn’t trust me?”

Liam’s eyes jump to Theo’s and he replies timidly, “I don’t think so.” 

He’d think after saving Lydia from bleeding out on the police station’s floor, Stiles’d be a bit more lenient. He gets Stiles has problems with what happened with the Nogitsune. He has a hard time trusting people, especially ones who get too close to the pack. Like Theo has been trying to do.

Theo leans forward on his elbows. Liam gives him a disgruntled look as he comes closer. “Do you trust me?” Theo asks.

Liam doesn’t know how to react to this. He wasn’t expecting Theo to ask him that. He wants to trust Theo. He could show Stiles how trustworthy Theo really was. Can Liam trust him, though?

“That’s a matter of opinion.”

“Then what’s yours?”

“I think…” Liam looks at Theo, then. Looking into his eyes, he saw something. Something that made him want to trust him. Theo wasn’t the monster here. “I think, what you did for Lydia was very brave and Stiles should be thankful.”

“Is she going to be okay?”

“She will be.”

Next scene will be Liam and Theo at Sinema :)

#thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #theo x liam #teen wolf #fanfiction #human theo raeken #werewolf liam dunbar #i hear you're looking for an anchor verse #chapter 7 #liam pov #thiam au #season 5 rewrite #i need motivation 😣

[hemlocksandfoxgloves]

"I Hear You're Looking For An Anchor"

Chapter 7 - Trust

Theo's POV

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