#sooo wild sitting down to write bc i can laugh on here and say 'god im so slow at writing. haha. just a little quirk about me ;-P'

[pancakehouse]

hello bab!! absolutely obsessed with this prompt game idea xx im giving you a choice between 12 and 19--take your pick xox

send me a richard siken line and i'll write a mini fic inspired by it

hi omg HELLO ridi!! isn't it insane! prob the worst idea anyone's ever had im so excited about it!!!!!

ahhh god okay i went with:

19. i take off my hands and i give them to you. (oh also, vaguely nsfw? like not at all but also sorta, to be safe!)

“Did you know I’m left-handed?” 

The question startles Remus. At first, he’s sure he’s misheard, muffled as the words are, spoken into the small dip of skin where his collarbone meets the bony juncture of his shoulder. It was never a spot Remus thought was particularly notable or interesting, at least not until the day Sirius Black decided to attach his lips there, and make it so. 

Remus' breath hitches. “Hm?” he murmurs. His hand tightens in Sirius’ hair, fingers scraping scalp, and he tugs lightly until Sirius lifts his head. “What?” 

Night sky leaks through the curtains, and Sirius’ eyes are shining, lips parted and cherry red. There’s always something that sits heavy in Remus’ stomach on the nights they do this, like holding your breath underwater, or the slow tick of a broken clock. Something that’s over, inevitably, just as soon as they're brave enough to admit it. 

“I said-” And Sirius is grinning, because surely he’s only thinking of the bulge in Remus’ trousers, and how they can be as loud as they want now, here, in their flat, and is not - like Remus - thinking of all the ways he’d break himself apart, limb from limb from limb, if it might drag this thing out a little bit longer. “I said…” Sirius leans in, presses a kiss under Remus’ jaw, “-did you know-” another kiss to his throat, one to his chest, “that I-” cold fingers, skirting under his waistband, “...am left handed.” Sirius finishes with a poke and a loud, wet smack just above his belly-button. He snickers into it, warm breath tickling the hairs there. 

“Yes, Pads,” Remus huffs, stomach trembling, his voice horribly shaky. “Seeing as I shared a dorm with you for seven years, and classes for just as long…yes, Sirius, I had noticed sometime in there that you were left-handed.” 

There’s a moment, still and quiet. The sheets are warm, and balmy summer air drifts through the open window. A bird perches on the sill, claws scratching into chipped white paint and grass that’s sprung up between the cracks. They look at each other - him and Sirius, not him and bird - and the heavy feeling in Remus’ stomach feels sort of nice. Like a weighted blanket.

Eventually, Sirius nods. Slowly. “Well, good,” he says. His mouth quirks in the corner. “Good, because I’ve noticed things about you, too.” 

Remus’ hands find themselves back in Sirius’ hair.

Have you? he wants to ask. What kinds of things?

And then: because there are so many things i’ve noticed about you. i noticed that you went for a run in the rain yesterday and your legs were hurting after and your hair looks lovely when it’s damp. and last week at the park your hands smelled like orange slices and sometimes you smile when i walk into the room and also sometimes you don’t. 

…have you noticed how i always smile? when i see you. but maybe it’s not obvious. maybe you don’t think it’s obvious, just like you don’t think i know you write with your left hand and have a scar across the middle knuckle from Prongs and maybe you don’t realise i kiss it every time i have the chance and maybe you don't notice how the smell of oranges in summer always makes me sneeze. have you noticed that? what else is there to see?

“Alright,” he says instead. Because it’s their flat and it’s his bedroom and Sirius’ knees are around his hips, and maybe he doesn’t feel like being brave enough to acknowledge anything else right now. 

“Alright?” Sirius laughs. “You’ll allow it?” 

“Sure.” Remus cups his cheek, grins slowly, hesitantly, into their next kiss. Do you feel this? he wants to ask. My hands, these hands, these lips…they’re all yours. Do you have any use for them? “Yeah, alright, I’ll allow it.”

[just-jordie-things]

Thunderstorm - Theo Raeken

word count: 2555 warnings: swearing, awkward tension request(s): Hey, I don't know if you take requests right now, but could you do one with Theo raeken? The reader is a witch in Scott's pack and she hates Theo (who has a secret crush on her), but they have to work together because of the wild hunt and he slowly earns her trust and her love. Your writing is amazing, it would be so cool of you to write this request😘 thanks and: Can you please do a theo raeken imagine where like its after 6b and theo is more involved in pack and they have like a game or movie night and theres like a thunderstorm and reader is super scared and they all go to bed but he like hears her heartbeat and goes to comfort her and its all really cute and fluffy. sorry this was sooo long dedicated to: @high-functioning-fangirl02 bc she loves theo so much

Theo wasn’t always exactly a friend of yours.  In fact, you used to hate his guts so much that you nearly killed him, if it wasn’t for Scott holding you back.  There was a time when you still would’ve gone behind your alpha’s back just to end the chimera.

But now things have changed.  It’s been a year since Theo and the Dread Doctors were a threat to the pack, and you no longer felt like Theo needed comeuppance.  In fact, after he came back from hell to help you all retrieve Stiles and stop the Ghost Riders, and later help take down the hunters that threatened not only your pack but every supernatural creature, you felt he’d really changed as a person.  You could even go as far to say you were almost best friends.

You could definitely admit you felt a little more for him than you thought you ever could… not that you’d admit it to anyone else.

You were sat on the sofa while Liam and Scott were challenging each other to an arm wrestling competition.  Lydia, Stiles, Malia, and you had put your money on Scott winning.  While Kira, Mason, and Theo had put their bet on Liam winning.

Pack sleepovers were always weird, but in fun ways.  Last time you had a Just Dance competition, but it got too intense and Stiles and Liam nearly broke out fist fighting.

“Three!  Two! One! Arm wrestle!” Stiles spoke excitedly, and everyone gathered around eagerly to watch the tournament, all wide eyed and chanting excitedly.

“I swear sometimes I think I’ve joined a cult” Theo told you, sitting down next to you.  You chuckled and nodded in agreement.

“I know I’m in one” You replied, and he laughed as well.  The both of you watched the alpha and beta for a few moments, and it seemed like neither of them were moving at all, even though you were sure both were putting as much force as they could into it.

“I didn’t think that this is what your sleepovers would be like” He said, and you began laughing, making him look at you in confusion, wondering what he’d said that was funny.

“You saying sleepover, it’s just hilarious.  Theo Raeken is at a sleepover” You snorted with laughter, clutching your stomach.  Theo rolled his eyes, not finding it as humorous as you.

“Yeah yeah you’re a dork you know that l/n?” He said sarcastically, but you just grinned at him, affirming his statement.

“Yep! A proud dorky killer werewolf right here” You said with a small laugh.  “Well, not really a killer.  Dorky werewolf” You corrected.  “Hey! That could make a really good tv show” Theo laughed, shaking his head as he smiled at you.

You were something remarkable to Theo.  Because you held firm beliefs when it came to your view on the world and the people in it.  But that didn’t mean that your mind couldn’t change.  For instance he was sure that you’d never accept him into the McCall pack, or that you’d even let him lend you a pen in class.  But after the events with the Ghost Riders, and Gerards werewolf hunters, you grew much closer to him.  He earned your trust, and a few other things he wasn’t aware of.  He got to see the real you, the you that you were when there wasn’t a threat to Beacon Hills.  The cute, funny, sometimes spastic, sweet girl you were.  And he grew to have quite the soft spot for you.  

While you could also be a badass, golden eyed werewolf that could tear the throat out of her enemy in two seconds flat, he liked both sides of you.  In fact, he really liked both sides.

And normally, Theo Raeken was the kind of guy who held more confidence than he could handle.  But seeing the strange and rather violent history between the two of you, he refrained from working his charms on you.  Figuring that he should just be happy that you’re friendly with him.

“I win!” You and Theo turned to see Scott had shoved Liam’s hand against the coffee table, making a small crack in the wood from the force.

“Goddamnit Scott, that one’s new” Lydia grumbled.  He’d broken her old one a few weeks ago jumping on it.  You couldn’t recall why he’d done it, probably to prove a point of some kind.

“I’ll buy you the next one” Scott said bashfully, and you were laughing quietly to yourself.

“Most teens deal with romance and angst and school stress.  Not us.  We fight villains and break tables with super strength” You announced, getting up to go find a drink in Lydia’s kitchen.

“I got a really nice red wine you can try if you want” The banshee called to you from the living room.

“That’s alright” You shrugged, opening her fridge for something else.  You couldn’t get drunk anyways, no point in wasting good wine.  “Another downside to not being a normal teenager” You mumbled to yourself, deciding on a bottle of water anyways.

“Well it’s not any better for me” Stiles said as you came back in.

“Yeah.  Me either” Mason agreed.  “You think I want to get drunk in front of all of you where you can make fun of me for being an idiot?” Him and Stiles chuckled, both understanding the awkward struggle of being human.

“Well, at least you don’t go insane twice a month” You said, plopping back in your seat by Theo.

“Twice?” Liam mumbled.  All the girls gave him a pointed look ad his mouth made an ‘o’ shape.  “O-oh right y-yeah” His face turned red as he looked away from their laughter.

“Poor Liam” Theo chuckled, and you smiled at him, your own laughter quiet as you looked at him.  His eyes seemed to… sparkle when he laughed.

No y/n.  You mentally slapped yourself, your smile softening.  Don’t do that, don’t notice things.  But you couldn’t help it, he was easy to look at.

You turned away when his eyes caught yours, taking a long drink of your water.  Lucky for you, he didn’t say anything about it.  But you didn’t catch the way he smiled at you.

“It’s late, why don’t we put in a movie and settle in?” Lydia suggested, and everyone tiredly nodded in agreement.

“It’s my turn to choose!” Malia leapt up from her spot on the floor by Scott, racing over to Lydia’s DVD collection (you swore she owned every movie ever).

“On the bright side, it won’t be a romantic comedy” You said, and Theo sighed with relief.

“Thank. God.  I can’t handle one more re-run of The Notebook” You laughed, remembering the way he had stared at the screen with disgust.

Malia ended up choosing some action movie you’d never seen before.  Something with aliens but also had a James Bond theme.  You found it difficult to follow, sleepily slumped on the couch as your eyes threatened to fall shut.

“You’re gonna pass out during the big fight scene” Your eyes opened just enough to see a blurry splotch shaped like The next to you.

“I happen to be alright with that” You responded dryly, and he just chuckled.

“Well do you want like a blanket or something?”

“No I’m alright” You said in a quiet voice, already closing your eyes again.

You fell asleep not minutes after shutting your eyes.

The movie was nearly three hours long, and Theo wasn’t sure how he managed to stay awake during the whole thing.  Shortly after you’d fallen asleep, you’d begun to sprawl across the couch, so he’d moved to the last open chair so you could have the space of the couch to lay out on.

Malia and Scott had set up a makeshift bed of blankets and were currently wrapped up in each other.  He thought for a moment they were too cuddly to be cute, before he turned to see Stiles and Lydia on the other sofa.

Okay, that’s worse, he thought, cringing and looking away instantly.  Hell, he couldn’t tell where one of them started and the other ended.  Shaking his head, he looked around other places, the sound of the rain hitting the roof being the only noise in the room.  It was kind of calming, sitting in the dark and listening to the weather outside.

Kira and Liam and Mason were sprawled out separately across the floor as well, no where near the two couples.

He looked back to you, curled up to preserve your warmth seeing that you’d refused a blanket.  You took up less than half the couch, and Theo found it amusing you were so compact.  If he didn’t know any better, he’d take a photo just to mess with you later.

It was quiet for a few minutes longer, until thunder clapped outside and the lightning lit up the room.  It didn’t bother Theo, he was used to the storming weather of Beacon Hills, it was just a part of living there.

But someone here wasn’t as okay with it as he was.  His ears instantly caught the sound of a rapid heartbeat.  Fear, he noted.  They were afraid.  He sat up further, looking round for the owner of the heartbeat.  And not moments later, you were shuffling off of the couch, and leaving the room.  Not even noticing Theo was upright and watching you go.

You were afraid of storms? He shook his head out of confusion.  y/n l/n, designated badass? Afraid of storms? How could that be?

Without another thought Theo got out of his chair and followed after you towards the kitchen.  You jumped from where you stood by the sliding glass door, your senses heightened more than usual because of the fear you were in.

“Theo?” You whispered, not wanting to awaken anyone else.  “What’re you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing” He shrugged.  But he already knew the answer.  Your eyes left his and turned back to the glass, looking up at the dark sky cautiously.  “Why’re you afraid of storms?”

Your head snapped over as you glared at him, not exactly… appreciating… his directness.

“I’m not afraid of storms” You told him in a snarky tone.  He looked back at you expectantly, knowing there was more to that statement than you’d said aloud.  But he didn’t push you again, just wandered over to stand next to you at the large window.  Your eyes were wildly flicking across the sky, watching the storm clouds move.

Your whole body flinched when the thunder boomed, and a strike of lightning flashed miles away.  The light of it being the only thing that illuminated in the dark kitchen.

After taking a deep breath, you spoke up again.  “I’m afraid of what comes after” Your voice shook in it’s whisper, and Theo looked over at you with confusion laced in his expression.

“What do you mean?” He asked.  Your teeth sunk into your lip, embarrassed that you were even talking to him about this.

“Storms they… something bad always happens” You admitted.  “People get taken and… and erased and it makes others go insane and-” You cut yourself off, taking in a sharp breath.  “I’m really fucking tired of losing people” You said weakly.

Theo’s mouth opened, but no words came out.  He just stood there, staring at you with sorrowful eyes.

“y/n…” He trailed off, not really knowing how to say ‘I won’t let that happen’ in a non-cheesy way.  “That’s over, it’s not happening again-”

“How the hell do you know that?” You asked, not in an angry way, but a helpless one.  “How do we know these things won’t happen again? It doesn’t just end when we go to college.  What if no one’s here to help? What if something happens before we can get to it? What if one of us-”

“Hey” Theo said softly, reaching for your hand and grasping it gently in his.  “Trust me on this, it’s going to be alright”

“But how can you say that?” You choked.

“Because… because I wouldn’t let that happen” Your brows cinched together and your lips parted slightly, unsure of what he meant by that.

“Theo things don’t work like that…especially not around here” You mumbled.  “And even if it did there’s nothing you could do to-”

Theo’s hands captured your cheeks and in moments his lips crashed down to yours.  A soft sound left the back of your throat in surprise, not having expected… that.  But it didn’t take you long for your hands to link around his neck and kiss him back.  Even if it was spontaneous, you were still kissing Theo Raeken.

Your eyes were squeezed shut tight, fingers curling into his hair.  He was leant down slightly, enough to reach you.

Something between a whimper and a sigh left your lips, making the both of you pull apart briefly, only to take in a breath before you were pulled back into another kiss.  Theo’s hands traveled down, settling on your hips and tugging you flush against him.  You were just beginning to melt against his touch when lightning struck again and you practically jumped away from him.

Instantly you sighed, putting your hands over your face and running back through your hair stressfully.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

“It’s alright” Theo smiled as kindly as he could, his palms rubbing over your arms warmly.  “It’s alright” He repeated.  “Just a storm, nothing else” You nodded shakily, and he tucked your loose strands of hair back behind your ear.

“Okay” You whispered back.

“You want to go back to bed?” He asked, and you nodded again.  Theo smiled, and lead you back into the living room.  “I’m gonna go find you some actual blankets, okay?”

“Okay” You said again, sitting down on the couch and watching him leave in search of something comfy for you.

You were sat there for a while, doing your best not to focus on the storm, to try thinking of anything else.  But the rain was coming down so hard and the lightning kept striking and sounded so close, you weren’t sure how else to distract yourself.  Until a thought came to mind that made your heart stutter.

“Did I just kiss Theo?” You mumbled to yourself, unknowingly drawing the attention of a certain strawberry blonde that hadn’t been able to fall asleep.

“You did what!?”

i’m sorry this is shit idk what happened xoxo ~ jordie