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can you feel me? when i think about you; with every breath i take
every minute, don’t matter what i do; my world is an empty place
like i’ve been wonderin’ the desert, for a thousand days
don’t know if it’s a mirage, but i always see your face, baby
i’m missing you so much; can’t help it, i’m in love
a day without you is like a year without rain
i need you by my side, don’t know how i’ll survive
but a day without you is like a year without rain
A Year Without Rain by Selena Gomez
made for my thiam fic “a day without you is like a year without rain” for @thiamblogger 💖
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is there a scientific study into why writing the first 1000 words are always the hardest but afterwards your writing flows so much more freely because
#why did it take me THREE days to write 1k and i’ve written over a thousand words since last night#writing#silly posts
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Favorite scenes based on Dylan O’Brien’s performance pt. 3/??: ↠ 3.24 The Divine Move (½) ↠ You think you have any moves at all?
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thank you taylor swift for writing your album lover about the teen wolf ship thiam
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best friends 🖤
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isaac lahey the man that u are
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Buck: *suggests something so extremely dumb* Eddie: 👉💯
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| liam dunbar/theo raeken, 1.5k words |
A door swings open at one end of the waiting room, a rattly cough is heard behind them and a toddler struggles to contain his emotions, resisting any attempt to be soothed by his mother beside them.
The clickety—click behind the desk from the receptionist is incessant, so is Theo’s foot tapping against the wood beneath their feet, the jangle of his car keys from where they’re swinging over the edge of his pocket—
“Oh my god.” Liam groans, lifting his fingers to press the cold tips against his temples, rolling them in circles to ease the pounding in his head. “Can you be any louder?” He hisses, snapping his head towards Theo whose face shows nothing but his usual impassiveness.
Barely arching an eyebrow in response, Theo slides his foot back and presses his heel down on the floor, it squeaking under the pressure in response.
“I could’ve left you bleeding out on the side of the road, you know.” He finally speaks, letting the silence linger just long enough for Liam to open his mouth, Theo cutting him off before he does.
“I wasn’t going to bleed out.” Liam argues, throwing his arms out, palms up and gesturing broadly. “It’s a couple of scratches.”
“I saw tears.” Theo half smiles, shrugging one shoulder casually.
“You didn’t see shit.” Liam huffs, angling his body away from Theo so that he doesn’t see the blush crawling up from his neck, past the collar of his hoodie which is now sporting a couple of new holes.
They slip back into the silence that usually accompanies them— comfortable, something that doesn’t need to be broken by futile attempts at small talk. And if Liam doesn’t think too much about why that is, it’s almost… nice.
The hospital is still showing signs of disrepair, in the cracks in the walls hidden behind deliberately placed posters despite the work that’s going on to erase any evidence of what happened, to move on. Liam follows a crack on the edge of the wall that meets the ceiling, tilting his head back until it hits something— unexpectedly soft, Theo’s shoulder.
“What?” Theo asks, drawing the word out slowly, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Are you doing?”
Liam quickly yanks his head up, cracking his neck in the process, wincing at the sound as he utters a quiet nothing that barely reaches his own ears.
“You don’t have to stay with me.” He says in lieu of answering, preferring to sweep whatever that was under the rug.
“Some people would just say thank you.” Theo sighs heavily, scrunching up his nose slightly. He doesn’t meet Liam’s eyes, staring at the row of empty chairs in front of them but his eyes flick to the side for a moment, like he wants to look but doesn’t.
I didn’t ask you to stay.” Liam frowns, folding his arms over his chest.
For a moment, Theo doesn’t say anything and Liam thinks he hasn’t heard him— which is ridiculous given that he’s convinced Theo can hear his own thoughts, especially the ones he shoves down so deep he would have to complete a maze to find them.
“Okay.” Theo says, his voice as blank as his stare. “I’ll leave.”
Theo stands up, hovering in front of Liam with his fingers wound around his keys until Liam reaches out, grabbing his sleeve by the fistful and yanking him back down.
“Don’t.” He huffs, embarrassment clear as the sky breaking through the clouds written on his face.
“Thought so.” Theo grins, mostly to himself, ignoring the scowl that pulls at the corners of Liam’s mouth.
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The nurse is nice, kind eyes that reassure Liam as he hops up onto the bed— even if they stray across to Theo standing silently in the corner, hands in his pockets looking at the tray that she rolled in with her with different supplies, her curiosity clearly piqued even if she doesn’t mention it.
It stings a little but enough for Liam to retract his arm until she mentions him needing a tetanus shot and Liam’s arm flies backwards so fast it’s amazing he didn’t accidentally hit the nurse or himself in the jaw.
Theo stands up straighter to his side, frowning at Liam’s reaction as the nurse promises it won’t hurt anymore than what caused his original scrapes. Liam smiles but it does little to stave off the burn of nausea rising in his throat.
Theo approaches the bed when she leaves and leans in, his breath hitting Liam’s cheek eliciting a slight shiver.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared of needles.”
“Everybody’s scared of something.” Liam rushes out, his words catching in a breathless, fearful swallow that makes them sound even more defensive that he intended.
Theo steps back, putting his hands in his pockets as he scrutinises the way Liam’s eyes are flying back and forth to the closed curtain and the top of the cabinet where the first tray had been.
He doesn’t know why he hates needles, but he always has— even as a little kid, staring at the needles in doctor’s hands with tears filling his eyes and seeing his life flash before them even if it was over in a matter of seconds. And, the last thing he needs is Theo Raeken of all people making fun of him for it.
The nurse returns with the needle in question and Liam’s eyebrows fly up to his hairline, squeezing his hands into fists at his sides as the blood thumping in his ear drowns out everything she’s saying to him.
Liam doesn’t even notice Theo coming closer to him again, or Theo holding out his hand towards him— at least not until the back of his hand touches Liam’s and his fear immediately outweighs his embarrassment, he clutches Theo’s hand and squeezes it with all the strength he can muster. Theo grimaces slightly but doesn’t pull his hand away, letting his fingers take the crushing blow of all of Liam’s anticipatory fright.
Liam meets Theo’s eyes, softer than usual.
“Okay?” He mouths to him, searching Liam’s eyes for a sign of something he’s not even sure he’s going to find.
Liam nods but it’s a barely there jerk of his head as he feels the latex from the nurse’s glove touching his arm, swallowing at the sight of the needle out of the corner of his eye.
Theo turns his attention to the needle and absentmindedly rubs his thumb across the back of Liam’s hand, just long enough to distract him from the needle piercing his skin. And fine, maybe the puzzled look that crosses his face is what some people might call, adorable.
“All done.” The nurse smiles at him. “You’ve got your boyfriend to thank you for that.” She laughs softly, nodding towards Liam’s hand which is still crushing Theo’s.
It’s only after she’s left them alone does Liam pull his away, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact with him, looking at his hands and arms where the dried blood used to be spread across his skin.
“So, um—”
“Yeah—”
They speak at the same time, whatever they were going to say drifting away, their words dying on their tongues as they look at different areas of the cubicle.
The tips of Liam’s ears turn a bright and rapid red as he drops his gaze to his scuffed shoes and lets the usual comfortable silence twist into something less, the unusual awkwardness palpable.
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“You were so brave.” Theo mocks, his teasing breaking the silence that had followed them from the hospital to the truck and halfway down the quiet backroads of Beacon Hills.
Liam snorts, lifting his head off the window to glance over at Theo out of the corner of his eye.
“Shut up, man. I wasn’t that bad.”
Theo drags his tongue over his bottom lip, flicking his eyes up to the rearview mirror before deliberately turning his head towards Liam.
“You almost broke my hand.” He says, holding said hand up.
Liam just smiles to himself, rolling his eyes and muttering something that sounds closely like if i wanted to—
Instead, Liam twists his hands in his lap and turns his body towards Theo, studying the inscrutable expression on his face as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel.
“You know I’m scared of needles, what are you scared of, Theo?”
Theo doesn’t answer but Liam watches the line of his throat and how he swallows thickly, his eyes flickering out to the side but never catching Liam’s. He opens his mouth slightly, closing it, almost crumbling under the pressure of the question—
He shakes himself out of it before he can though, turning to Liam, his uncertainty replaced with a nonchalance that hadn’t been there before.
“That’s a story for another day.”
“Promise?” Liam asks before he can stop himself, his voice wavering slightly.
“Like you’d let me forget, Dunbar.” Theo smiles, it’s not a half smile, it’s not even a smirk, it’s a smile that pierces through Liam’s chest and blooms in a wordless promise of something else instead.
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graphic battle: kira yukimura appreciation
↳ argents-allison vs. edwardrockbells
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writing again but this time i promise i’m going to finish it. (narrator voice) she’s probably lying but let’s pretend we believe her
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GET TO KNOW ME: ♡ [14/15] Male Characters: ☆ Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf)
For half my childhood i was locked in a freezer, So being helpful is kind of a new thing for me
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twitch streamer!liam dunbar
“guys, who the hell is theo raeken?”
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singer!theo raeken
“liam dunbar likes my new song? i don’t know who that is”
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Come back, I have to tell you the plot of a fic I’ll never write and get you excited about it so we can all be disappointed with me later
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I love Theo Raeken but I also hate him and I wanna punch him in the face but he’s also babygirl and I love him but he’s also a little bitch and I need to kick him but he’s also my little special boy
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