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α΄ α΄α΄Κα΄κ±κ±Ιͺα΄Ι΄ α΄α΄Ι΄Ι΄α΄α΄ ΚΙͺα΄ α΄ α΄α΄α΄ ΙͺΙ΄Ι’ α΄α΄ΚΙ’α΄α΄!
I saw your post! May I get a Morey moodboard in blue? π³ππ
what do u guys go to me for if not for random moodboard amirite? (suddenly inspiration struck)
morey as angel and the damned man seeking salvation. corey as a drug dealer asking for help from an angel. and mason realizes he has cared for the human far more than he should, asking for help from god. will they figure it out or end up falling together?
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β‘ έ . βΉ β έ. β’ . έβ βΉ . έκ°ΰ¦Β·β¦Β·ΰ»κ± έ . βΉ β έ. β’. έβ βΉ . έ β‘
@xamlovuathoi AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! ππ«Ά
Mason (my beloved) and Corey (my belovedΒ²) in the most amazing moodboard I have EVER seen!!!! ππππβ‘
The FUCKING COLOUR SCHEME???? It is so beautiful!!! ππ«
Asked for blue and got absolute GOLD! π
Just LOOK AT THEM!!! Mason being etheral and Corey being in awe?!?! The way you made it seem like they are looking at eachother (Mason looking down and Corey up) is perfect!!! You're brilliant mate!!!
The entire aesthetic, I am in LOVE with it!
The IDEA behind this masterpiece though??? The Story, which I am hoping to read one day, means everything to me as of right now!
I am OBSESSED.
I want to know more!
Scratch that.
I NEED to know more!!
Love, I am begging you to elaborate on this stellar idea! It's genius! I would read an entire series of this!
Kissing that beautiful mind of yours fr!! ππππ«π
I am in tears of joy over here! ππππ
Thank you so very much!!! π₯Ίπ
so hey @maxity ... crazy story, u'll never guess what I have just started writing
LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
I AM CALLING DIBS ON BEING BETA READER!!! I'm so fucking fr rn!!! My love for Morey knows NO BOUNDS!!! π€π€
I still have that sticker on my phone btw! π
π₯- Theo, Interrupted?
Well, call me intrigued~
π₯ - Theo Interrupted (Theo is locked in Eichen House after being brought back from hell and Liam goes there undercover to get some information (and also maybe see him))
"And what about Liam?" Dr Chen asks with the same patient tone.
There it is. He knew she would bring it up at some point.
"Oh, the new roommate?" Theo asks with a chuckle. "Yes, let's all hope he makes an incredible recovery before something bad inevitably happens to him."
"Are you the 'something bad', Theo?"
Theo smiles. "Me?" He laughs again. "I don't have one bad bone in my body."
The doctor smiles at him softly. A pause. "And yetβ¦"
Frowning and tensing, Theo bites. "And yet what?"
"Liam is perfectly fine." She lets Theo some time so he can take it in. "I even heard a nurse say you put yourself between him and Patrick the other day. Were you scared he would get hurt?"
Theo scoffs. "I don't know who is giving you your intel but they're doing a shitty job. I just found an opportunity to annoy Patrick and I took it."
"You like to 'annoy' people, don't you?"
He smiles proudly. "It's a gift."
She smiles too. A pause.
"Liam doesn't seem very annoyed though."
His smile drops.
...from this post...
This the greatest thing ever?? Like "I NEED an entire book out of this" kind of great! π
tumblr is looking a lot like caesar rn ngl
thinking about theo raeken, my gay emo son. post.
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by @spillthebea DON'T HIDE THAT GOLD IN THE COMMENTS MATE!!
Finally decided to actually write a bit of this idea i had a while ago. This oneβs for you, @maxity π«Ά
I See Forever in You pt 1
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We got him. Heβs back.
He came back to me. Heβs safe.
Dean watches where he sits as Sam helps Cas to his feet. Watches as Sam pulls him into a hug, mutters a βGlad to have you back, manβ as Cas slowly puts his arms around Sam.
Dean stands, starts to move towards the angel. Wants to hold him and never let go. Tell him everything heβs been holding back all these years. Tell him what he couldnβt the last time they saw each other. Heβs looking at Casβs face, and suddenly, heβs back in that room.
Suddenly, heβs watching helplessly as black goo encases his angel and takes him away. Watching as Cas closes his eyes and looks the most content heβs looked in years. After saying what Dean has dreamt of hearing for years. After leaving Dean to pick up the pieces.
Dean blinks, and clasps a hand on Casβs shoulder instead. Ignores the tingling in his hand. βHad us worried there, buddy.β
βWhat happened?β
βBit of a long story, but short version is, Rowena found some really old spell that we werenβt sure was actually gonna work. Basically centered around deals with the Empty, which we will talk about at some point,β Sam explains, glancing at Dean when he adds that last part.
Casβs eyebrows furrow and his head tilts a bit. God, you have no idea how much Iβve missed you.
βYouβ¦ got me out. Iβm free?β
βAs far as we can tell, yeah. Youβre here to stay,β Sam offers Cas a smile.
βI β thank you. Thank you both,β Cas isnβt meeting Deanβs eyes, which Dean canβt really complain about. Heβs focusing all his willpower on staying put rather than getting in Baby and driving until heβs out of gas.
βAnd Jack?β
βHeβs ok,β Dean says. βWe havenβt really been able to reach him lately. Heβs been a little busy.β
βWith what?β
Dean hesitates enough that Sam chimes in. βJackβ¦ He took over the God role after you were gone. Heβs been focusing on restoring balance, or something like that.β
βJack isβ¦ God. My sonβs God,β Cas sounds exhausted and angry and a little sad. βOk, ok, I need to call him.β
βWell, I donβt know about you guys, but Iβm pretty fucking beat. Itβs been a really long three weeks of barely any sleep and Iβve got some catching up to do,β Sam announces. βCas, do you want your old room back? Itβs still got all your stuff in it. You can use my phone to call Jack.β
βYes, actually. I would like to rest.β Cas starts following Sam out the library. He pauses at the doorway, turns halfway back to Dean.
βGood night, Dean.β
Dean doesnβt trust his voice. He just nods, and watches Cas turn and disappear into the hallway.
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Almost four days pass before Dean finds himself in the same room as Cas again for longer than two minutes.
Dean walks into the kitchen later than normal, mentally planning breakfast. He almost doesnβt register the smell of coffee brewing and the familiar figure sitting at the table.
βHello, Dean.β
Oh, hell. His steps falter. βCas. Hey.β
βI started the pot already. I thought about making breakfast for you and Sam, as a thank you, but, um, I donβt really know how to do that.β
Dean huffs out a laugh and says, βDonβt worry about it. I got it.β
Dean starts grabbing things for pancakes, bacon, and eggs. Grabs a couple pans and the butter. Tries to pretend he doesnβt feel Casβs eyes on him. Tries to ignore the warm feeling of domesticity settling in his chest.
βSo, uh,β Dean starts after some time, βhowβs it been being back? Havenβt seen you much lately.β
Dean says it like itβs just been coincidence that theyβve been missing each other these last few days. In reality, heβs been avoiding Cas. Since that specific little memory invaded Deanβs mind, he hasnβt been able to stop thinking that maybe they got it wrong. Maybe they only got Cas out because the Empty let them. Let them rescue him so they could think theyβre free and let their guard down, and then take him back again when theyβre happy. Dean canβt risk that. He wonβt. But he also doesnβt trust himself to not blurt all his shit out when the moment finds him. So, heβs avoiding.
He glances back at the angel.
Cas looks a little pained and hesitates, βY-yes. Itβs been.. an adjustment. I wasnβt really expecting to back, at all, really.β
Dean shuts off the shove, and turns. Keeps his hands busy with a dish towel and tries to not look as angry as he feels. βYeah, I figured.β
Cas glances up at him and sighs. Guess I failed at that.
βDean,β Cas looks like heβs trying to figure out exactly what to say, βis my being here β is it bothering you?β
Dean blinks. βWhat?β
βI havenβt seen you in four days. Every time weβre in the same room, you suddenly remember you have something to do. I may not be well-versed in all things human, but I know you. I know when youβre avoiding something.β
Shit.
Dean opens his mouth but then Cas brings up what Deanβs been dreading since he came back.
βIs this about what I said to you? Before the Empty?β
Dean inhales sharply, feels like his heart is being squeezed. βCasβ.β
βBecause we can forget about it. Please, letβs forget about it.β
Now, Dean feels like heβs been slapped.
Forget about it? How can you ask me to do that? How, when thatβs all thatβs kept me going the whole time you were gone? I canβt forget about it. I donβt want to.
βI donβt want this to change anything between us. Yes, I meant it, and I think I always willβ¦ but I donβt want anything from you. That was my truth, but it doesnβt have to change anything between us. Weβre friends. Just friends.β
I donβt want anything from you. I donβt want anything from you. I donβt want anything from you. I donβt want anything from you. Weβre just friends.
βOk. Ok, great.β Dean internally winces, hopes he doesnβt sound as hurt as he thinks. βJust friends. Great.β
Cas looks like he wants to say something but Dean canβt be here anymore.
βFoodβs done. Help yourself.β He tosses the dish towel on the counter behind him and stalks out of the kitchen.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!
It's THE destiel idea! It's THE destiel idea!! π
I cannot believe it!!! YOU WROTE THIS!!!??? ARE FR RIGHT NOW?!?!? I LOVE IT SO FUCKING MUCH!! PART 1!!! IT'S A PART 1!!! WE HAVE BEEN BLESSED!!!!
"This one's for you" ππππ«π
It's SO GOOD??? It reads like an actual episode of spn!!! Like I saw them in that kitchen!! Dean having a small freak out with Cas trying to do the "right thing" once again!!
My good friend, please, I beg of you, I NEED PART 2!!! No pressure of course I'm just biting into my phone here trying to stay calm!! ππ
You're actually so positive and so cool and your art is πβ€οΈπ thats it. Thats all i wanted to tell you
MAN WHAT THE FUCK DON'T MAKE ME CRY LMAO @fruchtfliege
I don't get many asks so imagine my surprise when I got this sweet and beautiful message!! πππ
Thank you so much man! π₯Ίπ
Thiam horror edition
GAAAAAAAAAAWD!!!! It's giving 90's album cover and I DIG IT!
Your moodboards are EVERYTHING!!
I am tellingggg you mate, they would be perfect as stickers!!!! It's a need!! (I got my morey moodboard sticker from you on my phone thank you very much! π)
You're brilliant at this!!!! I NEED MORE!!! PLS!! π«π
Morey is insane because Mason is like: No, I donβt want to be the last ones standing if iβm standing with the bad guys
then Corey actually has the gall to respond with: Not standing with the bad guys, standing with me π₯Ίππππ, donβt you want to stand with me?
and it works
Steveβs POV
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Eddie doesnβt want to deal with this now. He canβt. Heβs heard enough. Because of course, of course Steve Harrington doesnβt want to be friends with The Freak. Of course not. What the hell was Eddie thinking? Of course these last 10 months were because Eddie needed a place to lay low to recover.
Steveβs place was the most logical. Was it? Steve never actually wanted him there. Didnβt he? He just couldnβt say no because then how would he look? To Dustin? To Nancy?
Eddie turns around, fully intending to go get his things and get the fuck out of the Harrington place. Doesnβt really care all that much if he gets caught. Doesnβt think heβll ever be able to see Steve after this.
Then, like salt to an open wound β
βI donβt want to be your fucking friend, Eddie!β
That stops Eddie dead in his tracks. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and manages to get out, βYeah, I got that, Harrington. No need to keep saying it.β
He wants to cry, feels his heart slowly being chipped at the longer he stands there. Heβs got to get out of there.
Doesnβt take more than two steps before he feels a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to turn around. Do you have to be so cruel about this? Just let me go.
ββ canβt just be your friend.β
βHarrington β,β Heβs really going to make him hear all this. He just wants Steve to stop.
βEddie, please.β
Eddie thinks briefly how a simple please from Steve would make him do just about anything. Thinks back to everything after Vecna. How miserable heβd been because he couldnβt even piss alone without help. How happy heβd been to be able to spend some time with Steve without kids in the way. Without Robinβs knowing and pitying looks. Without Nancy being constant reminder Steveβll never be his. Just him and Steve. It was never supposed to last. Steve was never going to be β
βYou scare me sometimes.β
That makes Eddie start paying attention. Heβs confused, though. Feels like he missed a couple chapters. I scare him? The fuck?
Then, he feels fingers brush his until Steveβs hand is fully holding his. Eddie glances down, canβt help but think how their hands fit so perfectly. Looks up at Steve, only to be surprised by how soft he looks right now.
βIβve never had anyone in my life I could depend on. Not really. My parents stopped paying any attention to me the second I could work the kitchen without burning the house down. My friends were always friends because of what I could do for them. Popular by association. Same with girlfriends.β
Eddieβs really confused now. Why are you telling me this right now? Steve just looks at him, like heβs deciding whether or not to keep talking. He does.
βThen Nancy came along and she changed me. Made me want to be better. For a while, I tried to convince myself that we were good, that what I felt for her would be enough. And still I knew, she couldnβt love me like I loved her. I donβt blame her now, but when it was happening? It sucked β so much.β
Steveβs never really talked about his breakup with Nancy with him, but from what heβs gathered, it really fucked him up. Followed by a string of failed dates and hookups and short-lived relationships. Itβs because of that that Eddieβs pretty sure Steveβs still in love with Nancy. And itβs because of this god awful thought that Eddieβs never really been able to let himself fully like being around her. Canβt help that pang in his chest whenever he sees Steve with her.
βAnd I have Dustin and the kids now, but I mean, theyβre kids. I know they care, but most of the time, they just want shit from me, yβknow? Rides, money, food, whatever.β
Eddie starts to open his mouth. Wants to tell Steve how much those kids love him, even when they forget to appreciate him. Wants to remind him how much Dustin adores him. But Steve seems to be on a roll here.
βI have Robin, and I thank every single God I can because of it. And now, I have you. You β,β
Eddieβs eyes widen a bit.
βYou came into my life and everything changed and at the same time, itβs like you were always supposed to be here. I donβt think I could ever go back to a life without you in it. I donβt want to.β
What?
WHAT?
Eddieβs eyes feel like theyβre going to pop out of his head now, and his heart starts picking up speed. He doesnβt know if he wants to run, stay, scream, cry. He canβt move, doesnβt feel like heβs even breathing.
βYou make me feel like I deserve to be loved just because Iβm me. Like I can be cared about without having to give something back. Like me being me is enough for you.β Steve takes a step closer. βEddie, I loβ.β
βDonβt β. Please, donβt say what I think youβre about to say if you donβt mean it. I β I canβt deal with that.β Eddieβs terrified now. His mindβs racing, thinking of all the ways this is going to destroy him. Steveβs straight β straight as a metal pole. He doesnβt know what heβs saying. He didnβt mean it. Or maybe he just means it in a βwe survived an apocalypse together and then were forced to basically move in together and now weβre trauma-bonded for lifeβ kind of way. He canβt actually be saying what Eddieβs been dreaming about for years.
Steveβs eyes are roaming his face, linger on his lips, settle on his eyes. Eddie doesnβt know what he looks like right now, but he can feel a familiar sting at the back of his eyes. Steve must see something he likes, though, because suddenly heβs stepping closer into Eddieβs space and grabbing his face between his hands.
Steve leans closer and closer until his lips are brushing against Eddieβs. His brain is short-circuiting, barely processes the whispered, βIβm in love with you.β
Eddie heard himself make a noise heβd otherwise be embarrassed about. But who the fuck actually cares β Steve Harrington, the guy Eddieβs been in love with since junior year, the guy that everyone wants to be or have, the guy whoβll do anything for the people he loves, protects them with his life, is in loveβ¦ with him, Eddie Munson.
Eddieβs thanking everyone and everything thatβll listen as he moves to meet Steve the rest of the way.
Needs to get his hands on Steve before he completely disintegrates right where heβs standing.
Eddieβs hands come up to hold onto Steveβs waist. Pulls him impossibly closer. Wants to keep this man in his arms until the day he dies, and then keep holding him in the afterlife.
Pours all of his feelings into this first kiss. Hopes Steve will understand just how much Eddie loves him.
Because, finally, finally. Eddieβs got everything heβs ever wanted right here in the form of a king.
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Dedicating this one to you, @maxity !!
Donβt think this is exactly what you meant when you wanted me to write more but damn if Iβm not a slut for some POV switching.
Hope you like it!!
AND NOW THIS!!!!! LET'S FUCKING GO!!! π«
Dedicated to me?? Really??? π₯Ίπππ
"Not what you meant" YES IT IS!!!! I JUST NEED YOU TO WRITE MORE, DARLING!!! I AM NOT ASKING FOR A BOOK (even though I would eat that up so fast you have no idea π) I'M JUST ASKING YOU TO WRITE AT ALL!!! The snippets you post sometimes?? The drabbles??? I AM STILL STUCK ON THAT DESTIEL IDEA OF YOURS!! πππ
I really love your writing!!!! ππ«
I mean βOr maybe he just means it in a βwe survived an apocalypse together and then were forced to basically move in together and now weβre trauma-bonded for lifeβ kind of way.β is top-tier writing! No notes! πππ
IT'S PERFECT!!!
Eddieβs POV
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His back is turning towards him.
Heβs walking away.
Eddieβs walking away.
And Steveβll be damned if he lets the man who heβs pretty sure is the love of his life just walk away.
βI donβt want to be your fucking friend, Eddie!β
Eddie pauses, doesnβt turn around. βYeah, I got that, Harrington. No need to keep saying it,β he spits out.
No, no, thatβs not β. βNo, Eddie, wait.β Steve moves as Eddie starts walking again. Catches him by the shoulder and forces Eddie to look at him.
βListen to me. I canβt just be your friend.β Steve is praying to anyone whoβll listen that Eddie understands. He takes shaky breath.
βHarrington β.β
βEddie, please.β Not Harrington. Not here. Not anymore. βYou scare me sometimes,β he blurts out.
Eddieβs eyebrows pinch together, head tilting slightly. Steveβs hand reaches for Eddieβs.
βIβve never had anyone in my life I could depend on. Not really. My parents stopped paying any attention to me the second I could work the kitchen without burning the house down. My friends were always friends because of what I could do for them. Popular by association. Same with girlfriends.β Steve pauses, taking in Eddieβs confused expression of where the hell are you going with this.
He continues, βThen Nancy came along and she changed me. Made me want to be better. For a while, I tried to convince myself that we were good, that what I felt for her would be enough. And still I knew, she couldnβt love me like I loved her. I donβt blame her now, but when it was happening? It sucked β so much. And I have Dustin and the kids now, but I mean, theyβre kids. I know they care, but most of the time, they just want shit from me, yβknow? Rides, money, food, whatever.β
Eddie opens his mouth to say something, but Steve keeps going. Canβt really stop now that heβs letting out everything heβs been holding in.
βI have Robin, and I thank every single God I can because of it. And now, I have you. You β,β Steveβs heart pounds in his chest. He needs to know. βYou came into my life and everything changed and at the same time, itβs like you were always supposed to be here. I donβt think I could ever go back to a life without you in it. I donβt want to.β
Eddieβs wide-eyed and so, very still. Steve doesnβt think heβs ever seen Eddie so still.
βYou make me feel like I deserve to be loved just because Iβm me. Like I can be cared about without having to give something back. Like me being me is enough for you.β Steve takes a step closer. βEddie, I loβ.β
βDonβt β. Please, donβt say what I think youβre about to say if you donβt mean it. I β I canβt deal with that.β Eddie looks scared and hopeful and skeptical all at once. He looks hopeful β.
Steve takes another step forward, takes Eddieβs face in his hands. Carefully leans closer, wants to give Eddie enough time to pull away in case heβs misreading this. Leans closer until his lips graze Eddieβs. βIβm in love with you,β Steve murmurs against the lips heβs been daydreaming about for months.
Eddie makes a small noise, sounds almost like a whine, and tilts his head until heβs kissing Steve.
Steve feels Eddieβs hands come up to hold his waist. Feels Eddie pull him closer.
Finally.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! ππππ
"don't expect good writing" ARE YOU FR???
IT'S FUCKING BEAUTIFUL!!! ππ
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yesterday i posted a fic after months of writer block and now my brain is again filled with fic ideas... wow
im gonna sketch out the timeline of my theater!thiam fic for the happiness of @maxity :)
GREATEST MESSAGE TO GET BACK ONLINE TO!!!! LET'S FUCKING GO!!!
I love ALL of your fanfic ideas so much!!!
But the theater!thiam one???
STRAIGHT UP GOLD!!! π π π
I'm in that front row seat, cheering you on!!!
Not Pluribus out here being Paul's favourite version of "The guy who didn't like musicals" lmao
new alignment chart tag ur blorbo(s) π«΅
You better put your blorbos in there or ill come to your house and untuck all your sheets. You'll have to tuck them all over again! @honestlydarkprincess @el-viruss @hemlocksandfoxgloves @thiamsxbitch @thiamsalpha @aristarr @disasterpenguin @okay-but-could-we-not @haven-of-dusk @xamlovuathoi @royal-callahxn @ksbbb @wolfpawzjakey @theoceanismyinkwell @mmoosen @the-violent-tenderness @slimeyslimeyballsack @morganasmissus @johnsotherbastard @maxity @ashyjingles
I have attempted to do my part. Now all I can hope is that i haven't lowered the quality lol. @honestlydarkprincess @el-viruss @hemlocksandfoxgloves @thiamsxbitch @thiamsalpha @aristarr @disasterpenguin @okay-but-could-we-not @xamlovuathoi @royal-callahxn @ksbbb @wolfpawzjakey @theoceanismyinkwell @mmoosen @the-violent-tenderness @slimeyslimeyballsack @morganasmissus @johnsotherbastard @maxity @ashyjingles @genetic-hellhound, @wolfboy88
Tried my best π€·π»
@wolfboy88 @xamlovuathoi @neurodivergentflower @wolfpawzjakey @thiamsalpha @thiamsxbitch @maxity @mmoosen @axxxx13 @alex-killian12
@fruchtfliege keep your hands off my sheets man! ππ«
I had to add my favourite duo ofc ππ
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inspired by that one episode of modern family where alex gets a fireman boyfriend. cannot stress this enough, everything is incredibly inaccurate JDJSKWKSK. i did research but... yeah just, everything is inaccurate and supposed to be a meet-cute. very high probability i write more for this au.
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Now, Theo didn't mean for any of this to happen. You see, he had just come from the hospital where he covered someone else's shift (making it so that he was there far longer than he should've been; at least the pay is going to be good), so he was bone-deep tired. Being a nurse is not for the weak, but he's glad Melissa pushed him into it.
Being that tired but also starving, Theo decided to heat up his leftovers, placing the cold pizza and wings in the oven, and then putting a timer on.
Jokes on Theo, he never actually put a timer on for the food. He just had an oven that was on that was heating up his food without ever alerting him that hey! maybe his food is actually fucking done and ready to be taken out.
However, Theo thought he put a timer on that would beep very loudly and surely alert him. Except, Theo's final mistake was deciding to sit down on his couch in the living room. Within minutes, Theo was knocked out on his couch, unaware of the oven not having a timer to wake him up, and unaware that a small fire was building up in that very oven that had his food.
Theo would also like to say that he doesn't get startled very easily. Not after his crappy childhood. But, when someone breaks down the door to his apartment, storming in with fireman gear, Theo is pretty fucking startled.
"Hello! This is Beacon Hills Fire Department! Is anyone here?"
The smell of smoke hits Theo's nose quickly after that.
"Fuck!" Theo springs up from his position on the couch (where he was fully laying down at this point) and scrambles towards where he last heard the voice.
When the fireman spots Theo, he lunges for him, grabbing his arm, and starts reassuring him, "It's okay, sir. Let's get you out of here. Everything is going to be fine."
"Wait, wait," Theo digs his heel into the floor (fuck, he's barefoot with only his socks on!). "I think it's just my food on fire. In the oven."
The fireman is quiet for a few seconds, "Sir, someone else will be in here shortly to deal with that. The priority is getting you out of here."
"But can't you deal with it quickly?"
With an exasperated sigh, the fireman doesn't answer again, only urging Theo to get in front of him. There's only a small cloud of smoke that is up towards the ceiling, and the color is gray but none of that is registering in Theo's brain.
He digs his heels in again, "But I have a fire extinguisher. Can't you just let me use it really quickly?"
"Sir, this is not the timeβ"
Theo interrupts the fireman again, voice bordering on hysterical. (This is his apartment! He doesn't want it to all burn down!) "But if you could just let meβ"
His sentence is cut off quite quickly when the fireman scoops him up, one arm around his back, and the other supporting his knees. Not knowing what else to do, Theo wraps his arms around the fireman's shoulders, too stunned at the effortless way the fireman is carrying him (Theo is by no means a small man).
"Hang on tightly," the (now very, very hot and handsome fireman who can carry Theo like it's nothing and is saving him from his very small kitchen fire) fireman grumbles, sounding annoyed. In an awkward maneuver, the fireman grips his radio as he goes to safely start leaving Theo's apartment.
He must be radioing to someone, but Theo is starting to get more and more dazed, not paying attention to what's happening around him anymore. It's like a switch clicked off when the fireman starting to really take over the situation. Something telling him it's okay to not be so observant and let someone else handle the situation for him.
Although he is aware when he's placed onto the ground, but the arm around his back doesn't move away yet. Theo is woefully unprepared when the fireman moves in front of him (arm still on his back!) and takes off his helmet. The very strange, very handsome man is sweaty, hair plastered across his forehead and neck but it is still somehow a look on the man. A good look.
Theo's knees feel a little weak, and it's not just because of the fire and smoke.
"Sir, sir, are you okay?"
"Yes," Theo says, coughing when he feels the words get stuck in his throat. Smoke inhalation is really not good. He knows this from his own job, having seen patients come in from fires of their own.
Without a helmet on, Theo can see the way the stranger's eyes flit around Theo, scanning him from head to toe.
Those blue eyes are deadly.
So is the smirk on his face.
Why is the strange, hot man smirking?
"Thanks, I don't think I've ever had anyone say that to my face about my eyes before."
Fuck.
The classic, 'thought I said this inside my head but actually just embarrassed myself by saying it outloud'.
Gosh, he needs to get out of here.
"My apartment... my apartment!"
Theo tries to turn around, try to see what's happening behind him. There's not too much commotion, which must be a good thing, right? Before he can fully turn around and maybe try to run back into his apartment, the fireman moves his arm from his back to grip his shoulder, keeping him in place.
"Sirβ"
"My name is Theo! Stop calling me 'sir'," Theo snaps as best as he can. He's starting to get more stressed the more he thinks about what he's going to do now. His apartment is currently burning down behind him with all his possessions. Fuck.
The fireman gives him a gentle smile, unfazed by the attitude. "Theo," the fireman corrects himself, "we are working on containing the fire. It seems to be just a small kitchen fireβ"
"I could've told you that."
Without missing a beat, the fireman continues after Theo's interruption, "β with minimal damage, okay? It could've been worse, but it's not. Your apartment is going to be fine... after some repairs."
The words do little to actually soothe Theo, but he does start to calm a little bit. Just the slightest.
"Okay, now we need to get you checked out and to the hospital."
Theo may not be a firefighter, but he knows the procedure for smoke inhalation before they take him to the hospital. He nods. He knows how important it is that he gets checked and then cleared by the hospital.
"I'm Liam, by the way. You know, in case you wanted to know."
Liam.
"Liam," Theo says, trying out the name in his mouth, seeing how it rolls off his tongue.
Liam starts to guide Theo towards the ambulance where a paramedic is already standing by, cheeks a little bit red, but that must be from having a helmet on his face during a fire (you know, and not from Liam having heard the very handsome stranger who doesn't know how to use an oven saying his name so sweetly).
"Hey, Talbot. This is Theo, smoke inhalation but not for very long. Got him out before the smoke was too bad. Has been looking a little dazed, though," Liam rattles off to the paramedic who nods at the information while helping Liam get Theo up onto the stretcher.
The paramedic grabs the oxygen mask, securing it to Theo's face. "Hey, Theo. We're gonna keep this mask on until we get to the hospital, alright? I'm also going to need to check your CO levels, alright?"
All Theo can do is nod.
"Okay, Theo, you're in good hands. Take care of yourself and make sure to try not to start any more fires," Liam says, getting out of the ambulance, voice bordering on teasing. He closes one door but hangs onto the other one for a few seconds longer.
Theo turns his attention back to Liam, directing a fierce glare at the firefighter.
Liam chuckles before flashing a blinding smile. It's only then does Liam close the door.
Liam.
It's a fact that Theo won't be able to get Liam out of his head anytime soon.
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ΛΛΛβ Ιͺ α΄α΄α΄Κα΄ κ±α΄α΄Κα΄ α΄ κ°ΙͺΚα΄! β ΛΛΛ
ΛΛΛβ Ιͺ α΄α΄κ±α΄ α΄α΄ΚΚ α΄α΄ α΄‘Κα΄α΄ Ιͺ'α΄ κ°α΄α΄ΚΙͺΙ΄Ι’ β ΛΛΛ
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New favourite fic idea! I beg you @blushingsastiel, please add on to it!!! I need another chapter!! ππ«π
Comfy.
A feeling that has settled over Theo, seeping into his blood, and deep into his bones. It's barely a registered thought in Theo's mind, but it settles over his regardless.
He has a thin hoodie on (specifically one of Scott's) that has a small hole in the cuff of the sleeve that he toys with every now and then. With his eyes closed, sinking further into the couch cushions, he finds the tear and fiddles with the loose threads. There's a blanket drapped over him that he knows he didn't have when he first sat down on the couch.
Slowly regaining his senses, his ears pick up the noise of another heartbeat next to him and soft breaths. It's Scott next to him, who Theo knows is awake by his heartbeat. With more clarity, Theo realizes he's most definitely leaning against Scott, head on the alpha's shoulder, snuggled in tight.
One of Scott's arm is thrown over his shoulders, probably to make sure Theo didn't slid off at one point, securing him into Scott's side.
Theo doesn't want to move. Why would he when he's in Scott's arms?
So, Theo doesn't. He stays there, nestled into Scott's side, with the heavy arm of the other man wrapped around him, making him feel safe and secure. Something he doesn't feel very often. Not for a very long time.
It doesn't matter to him that he knows that Scott has to know Theo is awake by now. If Scott notices, he hasn't moved one single inch to try to get Theo off of him. If anything, his grip around his shoulders tightens just the slightest.
After a few comfortable beats of silence, Scott's thumb starts to rub small circles into the fabric of his sweatshirt. Even though the sweatshirt blocks Theo from feeling Scott directly on his skin, Theo still feels the small tingles that is left behind.
"Theo..."
"Hmm," Theo mumbles, voice scratchy from unuse.
"Let's go to bed," Scott whispers into Theo's hair (the soft strands of the chimera's hair tickles Scott slightly).
This wakes Theo up a bit more. Bed? He doesn't have a bed here, not in Scott's apartment. Does the alpha mean his own bed? Like, the one just down the hall, filled with the alpha's comforting scent that makes Theo's knees go weak. If he wasn't already on the couch, Theo would no doubt be stumbling around.
"Come on, sweetheart. Let's go." When Theo makes no move to get up (sue him, he's really content with where he's at right now), Scott huffs fondly, the puff of air hitting Theo's temple. "Alright, alright. You leave me no choice."
In what feels like a flash, Theo isn't sitting on the couch anymore. He's not even on his own two feet. No, he's in the air, scrambling to find purchase, clinging to Scott's shoulders when he gets the right grip.
Lo and behold, when Theo's eyes flicker open swiftly, he's being carried by Scott easily. Their eyes lock and there's a small grin on Scott's face, eyes crinkling at the edges.
"Uh, you can put me down now. I'm up," Theo breathes out. His hands are gripping Scott's shoulders a bit harshly, still not quite believing that of all people, Scott is carrying him, hand wound around his back and the other supporting his knees. The touch is grounding, if not slightly tight, like the alpha can't believe he has Theo like this (it's true β Scott is greedily lapping up the fact that Theo isn't fighting out of his grasp).
"No, I think this is good."
Theo swallows, "Good. Yeah, good."
His response has Scott softening, (as if he doesn't already look at Theo with heart eyes) and he starts walking toward the bedroom. "Come on. Let's sleep."
(They talk about it in the morning. What this means. The tension between them that everyone can see but don't want to interfere with.
They talk about what they mean to each other, what direction they want their relationship to take.
Comfort.
It's not just a feeling that Theo feels now, it's more like a part of him now. The comfort of being close to Scott, getting to softly touch his face, run his hands through his hair.
The comfort of having each other's back, knowing when the other is in danger and fighting for each other.
The comfort of getting to know each other in ways they hadn't had the chance to before.
It's good. Really good.)