#the second one knows the relief of laying on a cold marble porch as a kid in the middle of a hot iranian summer.

[oatbugs]

i am presented with two ppl + one option. one appears to like me very much and we have great chemistry and they're witty and ambitious and studious and have similar goals in life and they write beautiful poetry about politics and people and they seem very kind and want to make a difference in the world. they text me to make sure i've had a good day. the other one is none of those things but they are so hot and evil and also they don't like me even a little bit and i've told them that i genuinely wanted to kill them, a lot. i'd give everything and anything for one of them and not the other

#lobotomy time?? #meeting the first one today btw #were going to study tgth #omg theyre able to be so studious its insane like they just sit down and do their work for like 8 hrs #the first one is a few months younger than me the second one is a few years older. the first one is full of sunlight. older one says they #have a tainted heart. these words will speak themselves i can feel them in these blankets and theyre surrounding your figure #braced in the quilts. i've tasted both of their lips. one wears cherry chapstick and one wears strawberry. i forgot which is which. #one taught me a lot about riots and chicago and the mountains and it felt like i was with them in the big fields of their childhood. #we opened our eyes and there we were again staring at the conference of the birds in a london bookshop arm against arm. #the second one knows the relief of laying on a cold marble porch as a kid in the middle of a hot iranian summer. #all of us have shot big rifles when we were kids. both of them say theyre good at letting go.

[tommyspeakycap]

Would you write for John McGinn? anything at all for him haha

you got me

a nasty breakup brings you to the door of the aston villa player, ready to welcome you once again with open arms full of love.

Whistling to himself as he walks from his bathroom to the kitchen of his home, John towel dries off his hair when his doorbell sounds through the house. His immediate reaction is one of question. He tilts his head, furrows his brows and wracks his brain for a memory of potentially making plans that he had then completely forgotten about. Instead, he begins to wonder if there was a chance he had leaked his address and would be met with paparazzi or fans standing on his doorstep. The villa player draws blank on both of those thought processes, and is snapped from them when the a harsh knocking accompanies the sound of said doorbell.

His feet hurry him towards the door, taking the opportunity to look at the doorbell footage he could access from the little alarm box on the wall just next to it. His eyes are met with you standing on his porch dripping from the rain, shivering in soaked clothes and very possibly crying.

He reaches for the door immediately, tugging the heavy thing open with eyes wide, "Bloody hell, you have a key!" He exclaims, ushering you in as he removed his hair towel from around his neck to drape over your shoulders while you close the door behind you. Your lips are a little blue from the winter chill that had blown the cold rain through your clothes. "Forgot it." You chitter, entire body shivering with the painful force to try and conserve some form of heat.

John grabs a bigger towel, one that's much softer and warmer. "Strip off," he orders hurriedly, turning his back to go back into the kitchen and see if he left any clothes in his dryer from the load he put in earlier. "Sh-shouldn't you take me t-t-to dinner first?"

Your half hearted, shivering attempt at a joke doesn't make him laugh like it usually would. He turns around to shoot you a disapproving scowl. "I'll get you some warm clothes, get dried."

You do as told, or attempt to. It's hard when you can't feel your fingers to get a grip on anything more than the zipper of the zip up hoodie you'd had on. You try to shake the material from your shoulders, but your whole body is stiff with the tight muscles that the freezing temperatures had inflicted upon you.

"You'll end up with hypothermia," John rushes, dropping the warm clothes down on the cabinet by the door where you still stand, surrounded by a puddle of rainwater. He works quickly, but carefully to shed you of the zipper, then looks to you for permission to lift your t-shirt over your head. He hands you the warm, dry towel to cover yourself with so he can unclip your soaked bra. Shoes off next, he discards them off behind him as water literally pools from them. You keep that towel around you, patting at your skin as he tries to get your leggings off as painlessly as possible, but every touch still hurts. Your pants, you insist on doing by yourself even if it is a struggle while John holds up the towel.

He didn't bother to even make an attempt at pulling the hair bobble out of your hair, John just snaps the thin black band wordlessly, easily between his fingers before he orders you to flip your hair so he can tied it in another warm towel.

"Why were you out in that?" He asks as he sits you down in his cosy living room with a new, drier towel. You're still chittering, which is worrying but John had learned a lot from coaches behaviours towards the teams when they come off after games played on nights like these. "It's negative 6 degrees."

Warming up was the most important thing, just not too quickly.

You avert your eyes from his, chewing slightly on your lip. "(y/n)," John presses, moving to occupy the space on the couch next to you. You sit forward on the couch so you both sit shoulder to shoulder, his head turns to you while yours faces the floor. "David kicked me out, I didn't have my keys and my phone wasn't charged so I couldn't call you. Busses were off for the weather and the snow covered the train lines yesterday, plus I don't have any money with me so I was scuppered there too. I did some grovelling at the door then I walked here when he wouldn't let me back it."

John's jaw all but hits the floor as anger infiltrates the worry coursing through his veins.

"Don't..." you sigh, trailing off as you stand up with a loose shake of your head. "Don't look at me like that John. I'm gonna go get changed."

The sound of your bare feet padding off through his house holding the warmed pile of his clothes he gave to you was one that he would certainly like to get used to, but you had both done this dance so many times he knew it wasn't something he could count on. Usually you'll call him though, or he'll go and pick you up after a mutual breakup. You've never come on no notice and it's never been because of something like this. John hadn't heard from you in a few weeks either, you had his mind reeling.

Even more so when you reappeared, dry hair tied back out of your face with his grey joggers and black t-shirt drowning you in its size. They were him homebody comfy clothes, so they were bought to be even a little big on him. He had to admit they looked a lot better on you, though.

In the time you were gone, John had made hot chocolate and brought through his biscuit tin to sit on the couch between you both. Words weren't deemed necessary to find a movie he knew you would like. That and he knew you didn't want to talk, so even if he tried it would have been like trying to have a conversation with a brick wall.

He keeps looking over at you, trying to do so discreetly by flicking his eyes over in your direction. Those little giggles at Hugh Grants exasperated facial expressions while James Can disposes of a body in a trunk in the 1999 rom com you loved so much. The movie is good, but your reactions to every time you watch it just like each time is the first time. John can't understand why a man would ever do anything that would wipe that little grin off your perfect lips. How anyone could ever put anyone out on their doorstep in a  storm like that, but least of all someone who was supposed to love you. If it were up to John, you would have been wrapped in a blanket the second the rain pour started, curled in his arms falling asleep to the sound of the thunder rumble and the rain pattering against the street. That was his dream, the one he couldn't keep a girlfriend because of. All he wanted was you and nobody else ever lived up to that.

He wishes he could scream at you, tell you that those very sorry excuses for men that you end up with and what you have with them isn't love. Or maybe you do love them, but they do not love you. They like the idea of you, someone free spirited and always ready to fall in love.

It truly seemed as though you could fall in love with anyone but the one man who wanted you the most.

Watching you fall asleep on his couch, head resting on the high armrest with knees curled up and his blanket still tucked around you with a tiny little bit of chocolate on the corner of your lip sends his heart racing a mile a minute. It feels so right to have you there. He feels guilty for enjoying it. Your heart was broken even if you wouldn't say a word about it and here he was enjoying it.

He uses his foot to push open the spare bedroom door just along the hall from his room. John lays you down carefully on top of the duvet, letting your head nuzzle into his plush pillows as your eyes remain shut in soft sleep. He grabs another blanket for you and makes sure the heating is right up in the room before he leaves you there with an ache in his chest.

He goes to check on you in the middle of the night, finding you not in the room but instead standing in his kitchen still shrouded in blankets with crazy sleep hair and tired eyes.

“Can’t sleep?” He asks, startling you ever so slightly. You shrug, moving to take a seat at his kitchen island. “Woke up and got all messed up thinking about how i have literally nothing.” You mumble in response, your voice thick with the desire to burst into tears. It breaks his heart to see you so defeated, your eyes never meeting his as they stare pointedly down at the marble surface. “I’m sorry.” John says, “Really. He’s an arsehole. I can go round and grab some stuff for you tomorrow if you want.” He offers, his apology as sincere as they come. But you shake your head with only a quick glance up at him. John isn’t hot tempered at all. He’s mellow, easygoing and funny. Never quick to anger and never the type to get into a fight but by god is he protective of you. You worry about the kind of blow that would come to his career if he gets an assault charge against your ex when he inevitably doesn’t let John into the house to get any of your stuff while probably barraging you with insults.

“It’s not worth it.” You admit. “It’s less physical. Just leaves me empty, i guess. ‘Cause i gave everything to that relationship and how i have nothing left to give.” The heartbreak and the weight of your words will weigh on John’s mind probably for years to come. How someone could do that to you he will never understand. There’s nothing he wants more in this world than for you to be his to love. He wants to shower you with praise, make you realise how strong you are and remind you every single day that he loves you. That’s what you deserve. You deserve kindness and encouragement and support. He wishes more than anything to be the guy who could give that to you instead of watching you enter into relationships with the worst men he’s ever known only to see you torn down at the other side of it.

“You’ve got me.” He offers. He knows that’s probably not what you want to hear and it might not give you the kind of relief he wishes he could give. But you smile softly and stand up, shuffling over to him under blankets and his warm clothes until you reach him. You don’t really hug him, just lean against him with your cheek on his chest. John wraps his arms around you tightly and feels you sigh contently. He’s your John. The burly Scottish lad who makes you laugh when you feel like crying, who looks after you and keeps you pushing forward when life feels like it’s stacked against you. “Yeah. I love you, John.” You hum softy. John can feel the small smile on your lips against the thin material of the shirt he wore to sleep in because his house was like a sauna with the heating to keep your warm. He can tell you’re about to fall asleep there because he supports most of your weight. He holds you to him, rubbing your back soothingly as you nod ever so slightly against him.

“Even when i’ve got nothing, i’ve got you.”

#john mcginn #john mcginn x reader #john mcginn imagine #john mcginn imagines #footie fics #football fics #footballers fics #football imagines

[livinghostly]

party goers

theo raeken x reader

not my gif!

words: 1888

request/summary: "maybe prompt 106 and 116 with Theo (Teen Wolf) ; so maybe at a party or something? love your blog btw :)"

prompt(s): 106. "Don't drink that! I saw that guy slip something in there!" 116. "You know I'll kill him if he hurts you."

warning: drugs // attempted drugging? // underage drinking

[...]

since freshman year, it wasn’t ever unusual for lydia to throw a big party when her mom was on business, it wasn’t ever unusual for her to invite nearly the entire school to go hang out and practically drink their sorrows away after an exhausting week of school.

it was unusual, however, for you to attend one of her parties.

you loved lydia and you had known her for years, but rarely ever did you actually go, unless it was for her birthday. that was inarguably mandatory. you had no problem hanging out with your friends, but you preferred to do it without the entire highschool population attending, as well.

it seemed as though every time you went out, something bad happened that directed your mood the rest of the night. sometimes it was a small hiccup  in the party, other times it was something bigger, like a supernatural creature making it’s violent debut in beacon hills. but, either way, going to parties had turned into something you only took part in, in your free time’s free time.

theo convinced you this time it would be different, and he wanted you to go with him, even after you told him how much you would hate it. the feeling of being alone in a crowded room and preparing yourself for the worst, he understood, but he also wanted a true high school experience before it was all over.

so, you said yes, without much of a choice. he was good at guilting people into things, you’d learned that long ago. he insisted you wouldn’t end up alone, knowing how much it left you on edge. he wasn’t much of a social person, either.

the two of you stood on the front porch of lydia’s near-mansion of a home, there were teenagers scattered on the lawn smoking with crumpled plastic cups at their feet, while the rest were part of a sweaty mass inside where the music was coming from. 

“yeah, i know. i’m not sure if i can tell the difference between the music and your heartbeat.” theo chuckled, but upon receiving your unamused expression, he stopped. he thinks he's funny, you thought. “listen, i’m here with you. you’re going to be fine.”

you sighed, shaking your head. you attempted to turn around, “i think i want to go home--” but he grabbed you by your shoulders and turned you around towards the entrance, which was now open.

lydia had a bright smile on her face. over her shoulder, you could see the swarm of your peers with their drinks lifted into the air. “hey, come in!”

glaring at theo, you shrugged his hands of your shoulders and stepped into the house, a wave of heat wrapped itself around you. he followed you, stopping just before the borderline of the crowd started. you watched lydia shut the door and glide through effortlessly, disappearing amongst the many heads.

"you want to get a drink?” theo offered, raising his eyebrows.

“i want to get many drinks,” you answered. “you’re driving me home.”

he smiled, shaking his head at your attitude. he took your hand in his, keeping you close as he waved the two of you through the sea of bodies. it wasn’t so bad, you thought for a second, most of them were nice enough to dance out of your way.

in the kitchen, there were fewer teenagers. most of them made their rounds in and out to get their drinks and join the rest of the party, only coming back when the needed a refill of their liquid courage. you and theo filled your cups up from the keg and sat down at the island. it was your own bubble, as you looked out to the crowd of stumbling teenagers, until someone popped it.

he slid into the other stool next to you, both you and theo exchanging a glance, deciding to ignore him. he would leave eventually, you thought, probably just waiting for the line to die down. for a while he was silent and you were content, until he tapped on your shoulder.

you turned to face him, analyzing his features. he didn’t seem apologetic about invading your personal space, instead, he was smiling. regardless, with no drooping gaze, you decided it could have been worse.

you gave him a tight smile as he introduced himself. "uh, hey, i’m luke.”

"i'm y/n," you replied, before taking a sip of your drink. you turned back to theo, well aware he was still there. you were unsure of what to do.

theo met your gaze and smirked, rising to his feet. “i’m gonna fo take a look around, try to find liam.” he leaned down and whispered to you, “you know i’ll kill him if he hurts you.”

there was humor in his tone, and you knew that it, for the most part, was a joke. but you also knew there was a hint of seriousness in there. you frowned at his amusement and gave him a look that said ‘don’t leave me here alone with this guy’, but he chose to ignore it, and vanished into the crowd. you turned back to luke with raised eyebrows.

"so, how do you know lydia?” he suddenly asked, in desperate need for a conversation starter.

you thought back to when you met her, it was an incident in which you accidentally spilled your blue kool-aid on her white dress. honestly, since then, you had yet to see her get so enraged. it was before your last class, and you gave her your jacket to cover it up. when she returned it the next day, the two of you exchanging apologies, you began to talk more and more. eventually, you became merged into her friend group.

"uh, since eighth grade, we had a few classes together.” you didn’t have the energy to get into storytime, not with someone you didn’t even know.

"yeah, i used to go to kindergarten with her. haven’t talked much, though, surprised i got an invite."

the conversation started there, and he seemed to carry each topic due to your apathy. you were waiting how long it would take for theo to show up or for him to walk away. 

luke tried his best to conceal a suggestive smirk, "do you want to go to my place? i'm not too comfortable here."

that makes two of us, you thought. you sucked on your teeth, looking towards the crowd, searching for theo. “actually i’m here with a friend.” your eyes met theo’s, who was watching the conversation from afar. probably listening, too, if he could get past the music. he smirked, taking a drink, and you rolled you eyes.

your distraction gave luke time to fish something out of his pocket, and pour it into your drink.

theo’s bemused expression turned to one of panic, rising from his feet. you narrowed your eyebrows, hand moving towards your drink to take another sip. as he navigated through the crowd, your friend exclaimed, “don’t drink that! i saw that guy slip something in there!”

you stood from your seat, dropping the drink back on the marble surface and taking a step away from luke. theo pushed himself between the two of you, both boys’ expressions were filled with anger.

“what the hell, man?” luke scoffed, annoyed. “i didn’t do anything.”

“really, huh?” theo picked up the drink and shoved it in his face. luke took it with shaking hands. “take a drink, then.”

“no, man. i’m- i’m a germaph--”

theo lifted him up by his shirt, the cup dropping to the ground, splpashing over your feet. he pushed luke farther into the kitchen, the boy stumbling up aginst a cabinet.

luke growled and lifted his fist, attempting to slam it at his opponent. but, it was caught with little-to-no effort. as people filed in from the back door to witness the fight, he was thrown outside. they quickly scrambled out of the way as theo stomped through the doorway.

he pounced on luke, punching with excessive force until the boy was made of nothing but bruises. you knew he wouldn't give up. it took you a few moments to slip through the forming circle of students, but you reached the middle to stop him yourself.

“theo!” you said loudly. he couldn't hear you, blocking out most of his surroundings. “theo!” you took ahold of his arm as it reared back. your cold fingers stopped him in his tracks, and he turned to face you.

you were quick to see his large, sharp fangs and golden-yellow eyes that shined brightly. you widened your eyes and pushed his head back down, away from the cameras of people recording the fight. you pulled him along with you through the crowd, not giving luke a second glance.

once the two of you were standing by his truck, alone, he lifted his head again and looked in the side mirror. his eyes began to dim and his wolfish features were gone. you let out a sigh of relief, then deciding to hit him on the back of the head.

“ow!” he exclaimed, raising his eyebrows. you knew it didn’t actually hurt him as much as he dramatized it.

“that was way too close!” you exploded, your arms dropping to your sides. “i know you like to think you have a lid on everything but clearly all you’re doing is bottling it up. you were this close to your chimera side taking over.” you held our finger and thumb centimeters apart.

he shot back, “if it wasn’t you, it would be another girl getting drugged tonight. now everybody knows who he is, he deserves this.”

you chewed on your lip. glancing over your shoulder to where the crowds became less and less. he was still laying on the ground, barely moving. theo was right, you knew. you probably weren’t the first, but you could be the last. “you just...” you turned back to him, catching his softened expression. “need to not kill people, or almost kill people.”

“even the bad people?” he asked jokingly, a hint of a smirk breaking through.

“yes, theo, even the bad people.”

theo smiled, watching lydia over your shoulder, reach the back patio. her eyes were trained on the group of people still standing around. “we should probably go, before lydia asks us to clean up this mess.”

you raised your eyebrows. “are you talking about luke or the litter?”

“both.”

you nodded, walking to the passenger’s side of the truck and climbing in once he unlocked it. once reaching the main road from lydia’s house, he laid his hand out between the two of you, offering it. you intertwined your fingers.

“we should go on a drive,” he decided, looking at you.

“to where, exactly?”

“i don’t know. around.” theo licked his lips, watching as you nodded silently. he looked out the windshield again, and instead of turning down the road that lead to your neighborhood, he kept driving.

you didn’t take your eyes off him, grinning lazily. “thank you, theo. for everything.”

he did his best to conceal his smile, but you could see it. “of course, y/n. i’m always gonna be here.”

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