Wolfe Patricks

Wolfe Patricks || 24 || Gay

[jfcvanellope]

I hate being sick, so I know the feeling. It’s great you’re better!

[wolfexpatricks-blog1]

I’m such a drama queen when I get sick.

[fckraffi-blog]

I wasn’t trying to come near you.

[wolfexpatricks-blog1]

Aw c’mon, you know you missed me.

[tftmphoenix]

C-Can I s-still hug you?

[wolfexpatricks-blog1]

You going to take the chance of catching death warmed over?

[wydzachary-deactivated20170111]

It’s alright, I take my gummies.

[wolfexpatricks-blog1]

I should probably start taking vitamins, huh? 

[nickkokay-deactivated20170319]

Did you have a cold or something?

[wolfexpatricks-blog1]

I had a touch of pneumonia and strep throat.

[jfcvanellope]

Oh, thanks for letting me know. I’m glad you’re feeling a bit better though.

[wolfexpatricks-blog1]

There were a few times that I thought I wasn’t going to get better. But I was obviously overreacting, I’m feeling much better.

[wolfexpatricks-blog1]

You should stay back...I’m still a bit sick.

[tftmphoenix]

Bruised Knuckles || Rocks

[wolfexpatricks-blog1]

His knuckles felt bloody and raw, having stopped near the water to dip them into the cool stream. Wiping them dry on his pants he marched back towards where the tents were set up, finding Phoenix’s and entering slowly as Tommy exited. Wolfe took Nix’s hands in his own, coming to kneel down beside him, whispering softly as he leaned down to kiss the blonde’s forehead. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

[tftmphoenix]

Phoenix took Wolfe’s hurt knuckles into his hands, looking them over. “I-I’m s-sorry.” He whispered as he leaned in gently and kiss the raw hands. “I-I didn’t mean for this to h-happen tonight.” Looking up at Wolfe, he shook his head. “I-I didn’t like s-seeing you angry..”

[wolfexpatricks-blog1]

Wolfe was still shaken, the adrenaline from fighting still fresh in his blood. His right hand flinched slightly at the touch of lips, squeezing Nix's hand in apology. He felt jumpy, cornered, but being near Nix was calming him down. "Don't apologize, please." He murmured back. "It wasn't your fault. It was Lawrence's." Wolfe hadn't even heard the whole story, only that the kid had raised a hand towards Nix. "I wasn't angry. I was furious." He pushed the sudden burst of anger down, clenching his teeth and closing his eyes. "I'm sorry you had to see it."

[tftmphoenix]

Bruised Knuckles || Rocks

Phoenix lay in his tent as Tommy helped him there. He was awkwardly laying on his side because his back hurt him too much. He was almost scared to look at it to see if it had started to bruise or not. When Lawrence shoved him to the hard ground, he knew something had gone wrong. Even worse was when his fist came into contact with his jaw. Everything had been a bit of blur after that but one thing was for certain. Wolfe had hurt Lawrence over him. He wasn’t sure how it settled in his stomach yet but when he came through the tent flap, he raised out his hands to get Wolfe closer. 

[wolfexpatricks-blog1]

His knuckles felt bloody and raw, having stopped near the water to dip them into the cool stream. Wiping them dry on his pants he marched back towards where the tents were set up, finding Phoenix's and entering slowly as Tommy exited. Wolfe took Nix's hands in his own, coming to kneel down beside him, whispering softly as he leaned down to kiss the blonde's forehead. "It's okay, I'm here."

[blackberryshawty]

when someone tries to come for me when im blogging on mobile

[wolfexpatricks-blog1]

[tftmphoenix]

Phoenix giggled lightly as he lifted one of his hands and traced the outline of Wolfe’s facial features, starting with his eyes, nose and going to his lips last. “I-I would never p-peg you for a s-southern type. W-Well… T-Technically it’s not s-south but s-still.” Another laugh escaped his lips as he leaned their foreheads together. “T-That s-song though.” He nodded his head. “Y-Yeah. I-I think I would like that.” His hand moved back to his side when Wolfe opened his eyes and sat up. Phoenix shook his head. “N-No. W-Well.. P-People have come at m-me but I’ve never f-fought back..”

[wolfexpatricks-blog1]

"Phoenix." Wolfe started. "You can't just let people pick on you." The tattooed man squeezed one of Nix's arms, feeling the muscle there. "It's not like you don't have the strength." He mused, leaning over to kiss Nix. "Can I teach you how to fight?" Wolfe asked softly.

[fully-weirdedout-blog]

"The worst thing I ever did was drop out of high school, and I did that so that I could work full time."

[wolfexpatricks-blog1]

"I dropped out of school too, junior year, packed up my stuff and moved to California." Wolfe grinned. "It was the best thing I ever did."

[lxwrxncerp-blog]

Lawrence sat, his split lips too uncomfortable to argue about who should and should not tell him what to do. He had been in fights, but rarely did they end in being taken care of afterwards, and for once the brunette had nothing to say.

His eyes trained on Wolfe as he held still, flinching as the raw flesh was touched. “Careful.” the male whined, pulling his head away. 

[wolfexpatricks-blog1]

Wolfe didn't look amused as Lawrence whined, taking hold of the boy's chin more firmly in his hand to keep him still. "Oh hush, big baby." He muttered, dabbing at the bloody lips again, this time able to clear away some of the red liquid. The wet cloth did it's job picking up the blood, Wolfe grimacing at the split once he could actually see it. "Not deep enough for stitches." Wolfe said. "But you can't exactly put a band-aid on your lip."

[annedela-deactivated20151208]

No problem! I can’t just let someone steal your shoes and not look. It’ll be a mission, can we name it?

[wolfexpatricks-blog1]

The search for Hermes? That would be a good code name for a mission.

[annedela-deactivated20151208]

I don’t think they’d be too far. What do they look like so I can keep my eyes out for them.

[wolfexpatricks-blog1]

They're black with purple stripes on the side. Hard to miss. Thanks, Noah.

[lxwrxncerp-blog]

Lawrence accepted his hand and stood up with a grunt. “I’ve been to court several times. My mother’s doing, mostly.” he admitted unabashedly. It was a unique upbringing he had. Anything he did wrong, his mother would sue the school, the hospital. Anyone.

He was too sore to brush off his jeans as sand clung to the fabric. “Ice is a good idea.” 

[wolfexpatricks-blog1]

"So you're experienced, that means you would win." Wolfe said as they walked back towards the house. Laughing he grabbed the sliding glass door, pulling it open and allowing Lawrence to go in first. "Sit." Wolfe instructed, pointing to a chair as they got to the kitchen.

The tattooed man went to the fridge, pulling out a bag of frozen corn and peas. Setting them on the counter he opened a few drawers until he found some hand towels, wetting one like a wash cloth at the sink before walking over to Lawrence. "You might need stitches." He muttered, tilting Law's head back with one hand as he dabbed at the other's lip with the wet cloth. 

[wolfexpatricks-blog1]

Yo I'm going to bed. I'll do replies in the morning.