#Stiles fell casually in all those relationship

[blue-the-hedgehog]

I’m a freaking fierce Sterek apologist and most of the time I could bite anyone who tell that Stiles is with anyone else but Derek…BUT SOMETIMES I have this creeping Idea that the Hale pack ( like what should be the Hale pack with everyone alive) is just a big polymorous polycule that’s had everyone,aside of their own couples and trouples, just revolved around Stiles, because he is everyone crush! Well not EVERYBODY is actually romantically attracted to Stiles but at least one person of each polycule is (almost).

Last year of high school students and professors where now quite used to the strange dynamics of a very specific groupe of student.

First it was the two power hetero couples : Lydia and Aiden, the couple looked perfect, like greeks statues and they were fierce and the archetype of high school’s couples.

You also had Erica and Boyd, the two had made talk at first because how Erica bombshel Reyes could be with Vernon Stoic Boyd? But soon enough people had seen that their was something in this couple that made total sense and that they were actually quite a good fit for each other.

Secondly you had the polycules: the « sweet square » , as they been called by Beacon Hills high’s student because it was just all of the cute student of the whole high school,composed of Allison, Kira, Scott and Isaac. Not everyone understood how they fit in the polycule, who was with who? Until they discovered that everyone loved everyone and that it was working perfectly. They were blinding people with the happiness and cuteness radiating from them each time someone saw them all together cuddling.

On the other hand existed the « holy triangle », Jackson, Ethan and Danny. The trouple had Ethan at the center of their romantic relationship (even if it never stop Jackson and Danny to hook up sometimes). The three of then always made girls squeaked when they walk the halls either because they were the sexiest boys or because they were like fanfiction’s materials.

Thirdly you had the two classic (not totally) gay couples: Mason and Corey where the absolutely cutest couple. Always smiling, always sweet with each other. A total cute puppy love. Almost an anomaly in this groupe of weirdos.

Next to them you had the chaotic couple Liam and Theo. Always bickering, always throwing insults to each other or sometimes litteraly fighting with their fist but beware the fool who allow himself to insult one of them, the other would distroy the impudent!

Fourthly you had the free spirits, the free electrons: Malia who still had some difficulties to keep with human ways and who was hooking up with mostly Scott and Parrish, Cora who loved peoples but couldn’t stay with just one person because it was to much for her at this point she was mostly hooking up with Lydia or sometimes Isaac, Hayden was not always here since she had moved from town with her sister she would have this relationship with Liam but everyone knew that she had a boyfriend back home

So everyone in high school or even in Beacon Hills was used to those dynamics but the thing that was difficult to understand was: How does Stiles Stilinski fit into all of this?

It was usual to see Lydia took suddenly Stiles arm and kiss him unashamedly in the middle of the hall, staying the day with him will Aiden was doing his little life with his friends or even gave a friendly pat in Stiles’ back. People who walk through the hall would often cross Erika pulling him into a full mouth kiss, her against the lockers him pull against her. Then she would hold his hand possessively, sometimes Boyd would hold the other hand of the sheriff son other time he would hold Erica’s. During Lacrosse practice Isaac would be stuck against Stiles sometimes holding him from behind his head on his shoulder and kissing softly his cheek while whispering in his ear making him blush. Allison would sometimes kiss him in the corner of his mouth as she walk past him as they went from one class to another (it was more of a platonic love then a real relationship for them) Scott was the puppy who would pass days following his best friend around, Kira would give him hugs and soft kisses on his cheeks because the boy became her bestfriend . Sometimes Jackson could be seen in the boys’ lockers, his forearm near the brunette head Stiles’ back against his own locker both of them kissing in a kind of hungry aggressive way, Danny would flirt with him just to tease him and Ethan would eat alone with Stiles to take some advice on how to handle being in a throuple with two bestfriends. Mason, Corey and Liam were like the three puppies that Stiles protected, it was a kind of mother/son love in their case. If they were in need of advice or just wanted to have someone to confort them they would run straight to him. And when they will do something stupid or dangerous he will just yell or give them the biggest sarcastic answers possible. Stiles was a caring guy yes but he was also the biggest bitchy person in this town. But you could see that Liam had like this monumental crush on Stiles, People in town would saw Theo and Stiles argue violently at the coffee shop and ten minute after that they would make out in the dark alley next said coffee shop, kind of the same love/hate relationship as the one with Jackson but more chaotic because who knew that Jackson Whittemore would be a softie sometimes. Malia would suddenly kiss Stiles in the hall of the school or in town and just walk away like it was just a normal thing to do, Stiles would walk away the same with a « hey Malia », the Stilinski’s neighbor would see her crawl to Stiles’ window every now and then but their relationship is more healthy now. Cora as a Hale would so exactly the same climbing to the window, to have some cuddles party or more sometimes but their relationship was softer than anyone could have thought, it was little hands brushing in the halls, little kiss on the cheeks when they are out. Stiles is litteraly like Catnip for the Hales. Hayden was pretty much in the same relationship with Stiles than Corey and Mason, he was like a bitchy mom and would call her anytime he could to check on her.

But everyone could swear that the eighteenth boy had someone that could be called a boyfriend. A black camaro was often park in frond of the school, with Derek Hale waiting for Stiles. Said young man would run to him to through himself at his neck and kiss him like they where separated for months. And the majority of the time the older one would throw hard threatening looks to anyone coming near his boyfriend , some people could swear that they heard him growl like a big dog.

Slowly one new unexpected couple had appeared in town: Peter Hale and Chris Argent. The two where like fire and ice and still they seem to be madly in love with each other in their strange way.

And when Stiles get to his 25 yo those two familiar faces where add to the pictures. Peter Hale seems to have a deep relationship with his nephew's boyfriend. Yes it was weird for the people outside because really, the four remaining Hale?! The sheriff’s son was really this attractive for them?! They would go to library or debate coffee. They would talk quite happily about things that the mundane couldn’t understand. And the man would walk with his hand on the small of Stiles’ back or arms in arms. Peter would kiss Stiles’ head tenderly. Sometimes Chris Argent was with them. His hand between Stiles' shoulder blades. It was more platonic but the man would throw death glare everytime someone would laugh at the three or them or when someone would bump hard on Stiles in the street.

And everybody whispered questions like: Does the sheriff know about what his son is up to? Do they are a kind of cult and Stiles is the guru? How doeos Stiles can hide to his clearly really possessive boyfriend (cause those hickeys and bite marks on his neck could only be his) the fact that he have relationships with so many people?

One Day as Stiles and the whole pack (the sheriff and Melissa included) where celebrating Stiles' Birthday at the Jungle, because where this many people could fit in this town exept for this club, plus Danny knew the boss well, a foolish young man came to dance with Stiles. His body against the his back, touching his hips and trying to hit on him, he thought that this pretty boy belong to a lot of people so why not him. And that's when all of Beacon Hills’ citizens would know that Derek knew quite well that his mate had relationship with other pack’s members. But he didn’t mind as soon as some rules where followed. And this guy didn't seemed to listen when Stiles tried to push him off and didn't follow the rule one : Be a pack member. The Alpha werewolf leaped to them and pushed the guy away like he weight nothing, snarling and growling at him as he pulled Stiles against him. Soon all the others would come to protect their pack mom, each of them brushing against Stiles back or arms to get rid of the stranger's smell on him. Stiles easily made them calm down. Melissa, Noah and Chris would look at this display of possessiveness with shaking heads and laughs.

And people learned since this: Stiles Stilinski was not just a horny guy who would make out with anybody in the back of his boyfriend. He was in a real poliamourous dynamic (And maybe a cult, really they where all living in the Hale house for a few years now, totally a cult).

This night, after the party Derek would write on his laptop the rules that people had to follow if they wanted to apply for a place in the policul.

Rule to be Stiles Stilinski lover

Rule one: Be part of the pack

Rule two: Nobody except Derek Hale have the right to mark Stiles Stilinski

Rule Three: Always listening to Stiles and how he his feeling, never force our need on him.

Rule four: Only Derek Hale can touch Stiles Stilinski's neck

Rule five: Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale's mate, Don't try to ask Stiles Stilinski to marry you.

Rule Six: Stiles Stilinski have the priority on Derek Hale's Time, it works the other way too. If you plan on taking my time you will disappear.

He looked at his screen before he snorted and closed it. It would certainly piss the Sheriff if he printed that and put it everywhere in town. Stiles would love it tho...

#teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek #hale pack #everyone love Stiles #Stiles is the pack mom #but also everyone lover #Derek is still a possessiv mate #Stiles fell casually in all those relationship #it was just easy to be #Stiles is not the pack bitch #but he like to say it tho #Stiles x everyone #This idea had totally escaped from my control

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

A weekend in Quantico | Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: You surprise Stiles and visit him in Quantico

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word count: 1.3k

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After graduation, Stiles got accepted at the FBI National Academy - as he should. You were very proud of him and both happily cried together when he received his acceptance letter. He was finally going to put his investigating talents and heightened intelligence to good use.

It also meant being apart.

The first week was alright. You missed each other, but made sure to call every night.

The second week, Stiles started his program and fell asleep on the phone. He was tired from his new schedule and you couldn't blame him.

The fourth week, you started your senior year. It was lonely without Stiles. Thankfully, you had friends to sit with at lunch, but they kept talking about how cool it must be to have a boyfriend who was in college. Sadly, dating a college boy was one of those things that's only cool outside of the picture. When you're the one in the long-distance relationship, things are much less cool.

The sixth week, Stiles was calling you two times a week and you started showing up to school wearing one of his flannel button ups. It was soft and smelled like him.

The eleventh week, he told you he wouldn't make it to Thanksgiving because the buses were expensive and he had a lot of work on his hands and studying to do too. You were really bummed out by the change of plan, but understood that college came first. That night, you cried.

The twelfth week, a traitor, who you assumed was Scott, told Stiles how you really were doing - which wasn't too well - and a package showed up at your door coming from Quantico. You opened the box with a curious eyebrow and found one of Stiles' hoodies and a short but cute hand-written letter.

I'll be home for Christmas, the letter promised. Christmas was in six weeks. There was no way you would last six more weeks without seeing your boyfriend.

It was late afternoon when you arrived in Quantico. The crisp wind was filling through your jacket, causing goosebumps to raise on your arms. You should have worn something warmer. Perhaps a hat too? But it was too late for that.

Your bag was slung over your shoulder as you crossed the street and followed the indications on your phone that would lead you to the campus.

After getting lost three times, you finally made it to the building where Stiles had his last lesson of the day. You didn't dare go too close to the classrooms, scared someone would ask for your access card and kick you out.

Stiles saw you before you saw him. He was turning a corner, walking down the hallway to take the stairs and stopped in his tracks when he saw you, startled. ''What the hell.'' At first, he thought his vision was playing him tricks, but you looked back at him, confirming that he wasn't hallucinating.

You grinned, finally seeing him after weeks of being apart. ''Missed me?''

Instead of replying, Stiles closed the distance between you and him to pull you in an embrace, snaking his arms behind your shoulders as yours wrapped around him tightly. You felt him exhale in your hold, his face finding home in your neck and shoulder.

There was no better feeling than holding the one you love.

The hug was longer than it should have, being in the middle of a hallway, but neither of you cared that students were passing by.

''What are you doing here? Not that I'm not happy you're here, because I'm fucking ecstatic that you're here.'' Stiles smiled down at you, brushing your cheek with his thumb as if to check if you were really there. ''It's just that I suspected my dad would be visiting this weekend. Not you.''

Noah had called Stiles last night to check on him and casually ask about his weekend plans. Clearly, he had failed at not evoking suspicions from his son.

Stiles re-adjusted his book bag on his shoulder and you looked at him up and down, taking in his dress pants, white button up and tie. It was the mandatory dress code for the FBI Academy and, honestly, it wasn't unpleasant for the eyes. You weren't into men in uniforms, but he looked hot.

You glided your fingers along the hem of his tie. ''You are looking mighty fine, Agent Stilinski.''

''I'm not an agent yet. I'm just an intern,'' Stiles reminded you. ''But, I'll take the compliment.''

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The two of you walked to his dorm, which he shared with someone named Vincent - who was currently at the library.

The bed on the left was made in a very Stiles fashion. The comforter was neatly pulled with his pillow on top, hiding the wrinkled sheets underneath. His desk was a complete mess. There were piles of textbooks and miscandelious papers and pens everywhere. You couldn't even see the wood of the desk.

Stiles dropped his bag on the floor, tired of carrying it all day. ''I'd love to give you a tour of the campus, but I have a lot of reading to do and I need to solve this new mock case for Monday. If you had given me a heads-up that you'd be visiting this weekend, I would've cleared my schedule a bit.'' His face was conflicted.

''If I told you, it wouldn't have been a surprise.''

''I know... But I don't want to confine you to my dorm all weekend because I have work to do.''

You had travelled all the way to Quantico and he felt bad for not making the weekend interesting, knowing how expensive plane tickets were.

''I don't care what we do. I just want to spend time with you.'' You snaked your arms behind Stiles' neck, your fingers brushing the bottom of his hair, and brought him down for a kiss. ''And, we can always kiss during study breaks.''

''Of course we will,'' Stiles said, refusing to break tradition.

Although you weren't in the same grade, you and Stiles would study together a lot. You'd go to his house after school and he would help you with maths - because maths is hard and he aced his exams last year. And, most importantly, you'd take study breaks - aka kissing breaks. They would sometimes last longer than intended, but neither of you complained.

''You know what? Let's go out for a pizza,'' Stiles suddenly decided, changing his mind about staying in. ''There's this Italian place just outside the campus that makes the most delicious pizza. Dad and I ate lunch there when he dropped me off.''

Getting pizza with Stiles was a classic activity. You went almost every Thursday since you started dating. Sometimes, Stiles' dad would even join in - if he didn't have too much work at the station.

''Are you sure?'' you asked.

Stiles nodded. ''Well, we gotta eat and I'm tired of the healthy food they have here. I want pizza.''

You sat on his bed, waiting as he changed out of his school uniform. As hot as he looked in his fancy clothes, you liked the familiarity of Stiles' flannels and hoodies.

He unclasped the tie from his shirt, shocking you. You gasped. ''It was fake?!''

Stiles scratched the back of his neck. ''Eh, yeah... I used to wear a real tie, but I'd feel stressed or anxious, the tight feeling around my neck was making the situation worse. But, don't tell anyone.''

Although there was nothing to be embarrassed about, you could tell by his voice that he was embarrassed. You were actually proud of him for finding a solution instead of being frustrated for the way his brain worked. Stiles had gone a long way with his anxiety. He no longer let it control him or stop him from living.

''Your secret is safe with me, babe,'' you promised.

#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski imagine #teen wolf #idk what went wrong with this but I'm still posting it

[lifebeginsbyleaving]

Welcome To The Jungle

Stiles nearly fell out of his chair laughing. He shoved Danny's shoulder hard enough to make both of their computer chairs spin.

"It's true!"

Stiles wiped tears and replied, "Oh my god I cannot believe that!"

Danny held up a hand. "On my mother's butter mochi recipe, Coach and Greenburg walking out of the cinema hand in hand."

Stiles let out another disbelieving bark of laughter. "How the times have changed- Unless..." Stiles squinted at Danny. "You don't think they- while school- you know back then?"

Danny shook his head. "Dude, Coach is so against that. He would never. I called Jackson immediately and apparently Greenburg started one of Coach's courses he does at the college. I don't know man, love must've blossomed."

Stiles still looked bewildered. "Yeah, but Greenberg? I always though the Coach hated him."

Danny shrugged. "Maybe it was in a 'You're so hot, but you're my student so I'm going to hate you.' kind of way." He instantly wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Although, I have a hard time seeing anyone think of Greenburg as hot."

Stiles thought for a moment. "Well-"

Danny swiveled his chair. "Oh no. No! Stiles, I know we haven't always been the closest, but now I consider you a friend. If you have been so deprived of dick lately that you are thinking of Greenburg as cute, in any way, I have failed."

Stiles put his hands up. "I'm just saying th-"

"No! You stop that immediately! That's it. I'm taking you to the jungle next Thursday night. No more lame excuses or pack emergencies that Lydia says didn't actually happen. Next Thursday. Nine o'clock, don't be late. And I swear to God if you don't wear those tight black pants I will force you into an outfit of my choosing."

"Danny you know I-"

"No. Lydia tells me all about how you won't let her set you up on dates, because dating isn't your thing. Which I know is a lie. So casual sex it is. I know you like sex, good God you won't shut up about it, so stop. I can barely stand your sexual frustration anymore. We have to work on patching the bestiary mainframe for at least two more weeks, so I'm not dealing with your huffing and short fuse every five seconds for that much longer. You're so god damn snippy. We're going to the jungle unless you can detail your last sexual encounter well enough for me to believe it wasn't months ago." Danny crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

Stiles shifted in his seat. He couldn't go into great detail about his last sexual encounter to Danny, so instead he let out a sigh. "Fine, but I'm going just to appease you, and under no circumstances do I have to leave with someone."

Danny raised his hands, but he had a triumphant grin. "Hey that is entirely up to you. We'll go and see how the night takes us, or who takes us."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "There will be no taking. I'm going out to appease you. That's it."

Stiles' nerves went up seeing Danny's devilish grin. He knew that grin, that grin meant he would definitely try to set him up. It wasn't that he wasn't excited to go out, it was just Stiles hadn't been to a club since he got back to Beacon Hills after college. He'd been back for eight months and he'd rejected all attempts by the pack to set him up. If he left the jungle without someone on his arm Danny would know something was up, and it wasn't just him wanting to settle back in anymore.

Stiles was saddened when he found out no one from the pack was going to college near him. When Danny accepted Berkeley's offer he felt slightly better. Even if they weren't really close and not exactly pack it was good to have someone he knew going with him. The first year they barely talked at all. But right before the start of second year the nemeton started a shit fest and Danny needed a ride back. It was easier to go together, despite the painfully awkward first hour of the trip. Somewhere around hour three they found a groove and many things they had in common.

Stiles expected for things to go back to the way they were before once they got back, but Danny texted him with a time and the address of a club they had talked about. After that they went out to parties, studied, and were unexpected friends. Their third year they moved in together. Danny had been there through all his college relationships and hook ups, and for most of the best ones he had been the one to introduce them. Danny was good at knowing what people liked and how they would be together. He was the main reason Stiles got so many experiences, and mistakes, out of college. Stiles liked being around him. He made you feel like you were better than you actually were, that you could be more if you tried. Stiles could tell why him and Jackson had been such good friends. At first Jackson tried to insist Stiles kept his nerd cooties away from his best friend, but they could tell he was glad two of his pack members were taking care of each other.

At one point Stiles even confessed his high school crush to Danny. The asshole just said he knew and that every questioning boy had a crush on him. When Stiles asked him if he thought they would be good together Danny just shook his head. He told him he would date him, but he knew Stiles was the type you marry and he wasn't ready for that. Stiles had been awed and flattered by that and as soon as he asked, he knew they wouldn't ever go there. They were just friends. Some how that didn't bother him, it made him feel settled in the relationship they already had. Because it was good enough.

Stiles snapped back to attention looking at a talking Danny with a fond smile. "What?"

"You did that freaky zone out thing, didn't you? I swear one of these days you're going to walk in front of a bus. I said look hot and wear the cologne too."

Stiles gave a lazy salute and started to pack up. "Alright, I should head home soon. Dad will order pizza if I don't get there in time, and I don't want to have to wrestle a meat lovers out of his hands again. It was messy."

Danny nodded with a smile. "I'm busy tomorrow, but I'll see you Wednesday, and then Thursday."

"You got it."

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"Dad I'm home." He rounded the corner to see his dad frozen with the phone in his hand.

"God damn it, I almost got it ordered in time. Tell Danny he needs to work you harder." He set the phone back down with a harsh look.

Stiles rolled his eyes as he set down his things. "We're just patching the bestiary, I don't actually work for him. I do have an actual job you know."

"So you're paying him for his help?"

Stiles shook his head. "He's helping out the pack. He said he would do it on his free time." He walked to the kitchen to start supper.

His dad leaned against the counter. "So is he in the pack? I thought you said he wasn't."

Stiles turned to look at his father after grabbing the chicken and veggies from the fridge. "Yes and no. Most of us consider him pack because he is to Jackson, but Danny hasn't accepted yet. He says he doesn't want the responsibility of it. He always shows up and helps when we need though." Stiles set up his knife and cutting board in silence.

"And what do you think?" The rhythmic sound of a sharp knife hitting a cutting board filled the kitchen until he was finished speaking.

Stiles looked down and started to move the board around. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you said, 'He says,' instead of saying something like he doesn't because of whatever. You think he says something, but what do you think he means? And why won't you look at me when you talk about it? Son, did something happen between you and Danny?" His dad had been really nosey and pushy lately. He supposed it was because he could tell Stiles was hiding something, but it was still annoying.

Stiles popped a slice of green pepper in his mouth and turned to his father with a contemplative look. He looked in his father's eyes for a moment.

He sighed after making up his mind. "Nothing happened between us. Danny doesn't join the pack because it's a commitment. It's basically a family. He doesn't want the weight of that. He also thinks the only ones that want him there are Jackson and I, which isn't true. He just gets freaked out by people being there all the time, always knowing everything about him. He feels like he might lose them at anytime. The more you love something the more it hurts once it's gone, you know?"

His father looked at him with sad eyes. "I know."

Stiles nodded. He bit his lip to hold in the question begging to slip out.

"Why wouldn't you look at me before? I know it wasn't just because of something with Danny. There's something going on with you lately."

Stiles couldn't hold it in any longer. "Do you ever regret loving mom?"

"Never." It was immediate and without hesitation.

Stiles fidgeted. "Yeah, but what if you knew you would find another wife and son you would love just as much as you love us. Would you want to save yourself the heartbreak of loving someone you lost?"

His father's eyes were glistening as he walked up to Stiles and pulled him into a hug. "I wouldn't trade you both for anything. That I promise you kid. Never." He kissed the top of Stiles' head. "Never, ever. You're my boy, and she was the love of my life."

Stiles nodded into his chest and gripped his shirt.

His father pulled back and looked at him assessing his face. "Why do you think you're loving someone you're going to lose Stiles?"

Stiles closed his eyes, but his tears fell anyway. "There's something I haven't told the pack, and I can't tell you yet either. And I need you to be okay with that. I shouldn't have even started to talk about it. You can't push okay?" He opened his eyes to look at his father pleadingly.

His father gripped his shoulders and looked at him sternly. "This is serious Stiles. The last time you didn't tell the pack or me about something, you had been assaulted on campus. You have to be straight with me here, no lying. Is this like that? Should we know?"

Stiles once again felt the guilt of keeping him getting beat up on campus from his family, but he knew they would've gone ballistic. Besides, he could and did handle a cocky omega. The only reason they knew now was because Danny let it slip to Jackson on break and Jackson came to him spitting mad in front of everyone. Jackson got in touch with some of his families friends within two hours. It was dealt with soon enough, but they still were angry at him for keeping it from them. Scott and Lydia felt betrayed and the rest of them seemed hurt, but Derek just stood there with his arms crossed looking like he was ready to murder Stiles.

But this wasn't like that. This wasn't him keeping something from them, this was him waiting to tell them. "I do plan on telling them, I just have to see how somethings work out first."

"Do you think they could work out in a way that hurts you?"

Stiles hesitated. "Yes. But if they do it would be better for everyone if they didn't know." He saw his father's confused face. "It would be easier for me to heal without them poking."

His dad sighed. "Kiddo I hope you know what you're getting into. Hell, I hope I'm doing the right thing by listening to you."

"It's always the right idea to listen to me pops." Stiles smiled and winked.

"I take it all back. Tell Scott right now. God, what was I thinking."

"Har har. And to think I was going to let you have full fat cheese with your rice tonight."

---

Stiles tried to stuff his hands into his jeans, but they were so tight his fingers barely went down. He pulled them out and stuck his arms out before letting them slap against his legs. He huffed and checked the door for him again. Danny was always either way early or a half hour late. Stiles decided to get a booth to wait out the next twenty minutes.

Stiles was sipping his half empty drink when someone slid into his booth and stole his attention. "Um sorry, this booth is taken."

The unfamiliar man gave him a charming smile. "Right, okay. I'll only be a minute." The man ducked his head and Stiles looked behind their booth to see who he was hiding from.

There was a loud redhead at the bar that immediately stuck out. She had a small gathering of laughing men around her.

Stiles turned back and the man was staring and smiling at him in a way he supposed was to be disarming. "So, did you run into an ex?"

The man scoffed. "Not on your life. It was that woman." He laughed and made a face like Stiles should immediately understand.

Stiles narrowed his eyes. "Was she rude?"

The man looked flabbergasted. "She's a woman, hitting on men." Stiles raised an eyebrow. "In here! In a gay bar! I went up to her to give her a piece of my mind, but those jerks stood up for the bitch."

Stiles got the full picture now and started to get angry, but kept his cool. "She could be bi. Also you know friends can come here too right? Like sometimes people just come here to have a good time."

He looked at Stiles like he was the one not understanding yet. "Yes, but she was flirting. With a guy."

Stiles took a breath in. "The guy could also be bi. Or it could've been her boyfriend. Or he is gay and as long as she backed off, big whoop."

The man scoffed. "If they are straight they shouldn't be here. And if they're bi, I don't see why they would be here looking for a hetero relationship. They can find that anywhere. I mean, you come to a gay bar for one thing."

Stiles couldn't take it any more. "Yeah. Acceptance. So if you're going to be an exclusionist asshole or a biphobe troll I think it's you who should leave. Anyone that respects other people has a right to be here without fear of rejection or judgement. Maybe they're bi, maybe they're straight, maybe one of them is trans or non-binary, maybe one of them is asexual. Maybe that or a ton of other things, but one thing they sure as hell are is none of your damn business! This is a safe place, and you can fuck right off if you're going to threaten that!"

The man got up, but still tried one final attempt. "Look, I just mean if there's so many of them invading our space, soon enough there won't be enough room for us." He spoke with stress on certain words.

Stiles gave him a sweet smile with murderous eyes. "There's always room for love. This isn't the Titanic jackass. And if you're referring to me in that, 'our' I'll have you know- I like tits too. And I'm too proud of it to allow a self centered prick like you to bully me into feeling bad about it. Have a nice day up on that high horse trampling all over the people that helped build this safe space you think is just yours. Yee-haw, ride your intersectional bigot ass right out of here!" Stiles was two seconds away from throwing his drink, but he thought that might be a bit much. He thought he got his point across well enough.

The man opened his mouth.

Stiles rolled his eyes. It appeared not.

Stiles tossed his drink right in his face as Danny came into view.

The man instantly began making a commotion.

Danny looked shocked. "Dude what the hell? Who is he?"

Stiles saw a bouncer looking inquisitively at them as he drew closer. The jungle had a strict no drink throwing and no bitch slapping policy. It upset the vibe and sales. Stiles apologized as loudly as he could, so he was heard by many people over the music. "Sorry. Biphobe. Thems the breaks. Sometimes you gotta toss a drink in an asshole's face for saying you don't belong here." The people around them instantly gave the soaked man dirty looks.

The tall bulky black man gripped the asshole's arm and started to pull him towards the door. He had an intimidating aura, but Stiles could tell there was kindness and understanding behind those completely unnecessary glasses for the dark club.

Stiles noticed a magenta, blue, and purple pin on the bouncers jacket. He gave a thumbs up. "I like your pin."

The bouncer just gave him a private smile. "I like your eyes."

Stiles gaped and looked to Danny. When he looked back the bouncer was gone as was the man.

Danny looked at him shocked. "Dude, Bubbles from Lilo and Stitch just flirted with you! No fair!"

Stiles calmed and fell into the conversation. "What do you mean no fair?"

Danny scoffed. "I do not, and do not picture myself having a daddy kink, but if I did it would be for one man, and Bubbles from Lilo and Stitch only."

Stiles tilted his head back and forth in tentative agreement. "I guess he does exude a vibe of protection."

---

They were enough drinks in that he was still in control, but his vigorous nodding made the room shift slightly. "His hands! You're absolutely right! I've been a fool!"

Danny laughed and pushed away his face. "You're loud."

Stiles stuck out his tongue.

Danny pushed his empty drink to the edge of the table. "Why aren't you trying to find someone to hook up with?"

Stiles was taken off guard more that he would've been sober. "What? What do you mean, I'm enjoying a night out with my boy."

Danny looked sympathetic. "Did ending that thing with Jason when we left college hurt you more than you thought it would?"

Stiles had to wrack his brain for a moment to think of who Jason was. "What? No. He was just a booty call. No feelings there."

Danny looked puzzled. "Then why?"

"Maybe I've had enough dating in college."

Danny scoffed and shook his head. "I introduced you to my friend Marcus who loves comics and puppies and is so your type. I pointed out a great fuck that you turned down, and we both know from college we don't mind sharing. I told you about a guy I've seen around a few nights that only talks to guys that look like you. You've shot them all down. You, Stiles Stilinski, who loves to date, to have sex, and just generally get to know new people. I've been keeping Lydia off your back, but now I want to know. What happened?"

Stiles started to sweat and he tried to come up with a lie that normally would already be off his lips. He tried to think of a way out, but couldn't find one.

The song switched right as he opened his mouth and Stiles thanked the gods. "This is our song! We haven't danced all night!"

Danny looked firm, but he cast a glance to the moving bodies. "Explanation after?" Danny was terrible at interrogation, he usually didn't care unless someone wanted to tell him.

Stiles nodded knowing full well Danny wouldn't leave the dance floor, without finding someone to leave with. "Let's dance."

In college Stiles had managed to figure out that songs had rhythms and had become quite the dancer. His hips moved sinfully and he knew where to put his hands now, but every once and awhile he would throw in a move that reminded Danny of just how far he had come.

They had separated several songs ago and found new partners. Stiles had danced with a lot of people, but never the same person twice and if they got too handsy he moved on. He was just there with his friend to have a good time. He was actually starting to have fun and enjoy the night without worrying.

He had pushed away some rather insistent wandering hands when Danny came up behind him to whisper into his ear, "There's this really creepy guy watching you."

"What?" Stiles' mind instantly raced. Was it a werewolf from a rival pack? Kanima? Witch? He pissed of an incubus one time. Scratch that, he's pissed of pretty much every supernatural being he's ever met at one point or another. He couldn't see through the moving crowd enough to catch any faces.

Danny leaned in and grabbed Stiles' hip so they didn't get separated on the dance floor. He repeated a little louder, but if he wasn't so close it would be lost to the loud music, "There's a creepy guy watching you. I think he'll go away if he thinks we're together."

Stiles heart had picked up and he leaned back into Danny's comforting embrace. "Okay." Stiles wondered if he should call someone, just in case it was a supernatural issue.

Danny turned him around, but kept glancing over Stiles' shoulder out of the crowd to look for the creep. "He's still staring. Grind on me."

They had done this so much in college to lure cute boys Stiles didn't even think twice. He tried to seem like Danny and him were together. They danced for a few verses.

Danny shook his head with worry. "Okay, he's clenching his fists now. I don't think it's working Stiles. I'm going to kiss you."

Stiles' eyes went wide. "Wait Danny I have a-"

Danny kissed him.

It was chaste, but still made his stomach roll. "Well, did it work?"

Danny was squinting his eyes, but they went wide with shock and something like fear. "Shit, no. He looks like he's going to murder me! Fuck, he just slammed his drink and is coming over here."

"What! Oh my God we have to call someone!" Stiles' voice was panicked. He could fight, but he was slightly tipsy and if Danny was worried, Stiles was. Besides, if he was supernatural Stiles didn't have a chance without something to defend himself with.

"Take my hand. We have to go closer to the bar." Danny laced their fingers together.

Stiles had just hit dial as a firm hand grabbed his arm not currently being dragged by Danny. Stiles let out a shriek. Before he could turn around to face the attacker he was pulled out of his grip by Danny and was now behind him.

"Leave him alone asshole!"

A phone started ringing.

The guy looked absolutely murderous. "I want to talk to Stiles."

"How do you know his name creep?!" Danny spat at him.

Stiles peered around Danny, "Wait... Derek?"

"Stiles do you know him?" Danny asked unsure, he looked at the semi familiar man and tried to place him.

"Yes he does." The man stated gruffly.

Stiles flushed with embarrassment. "He's my boyfriend."

Danny's face lit with recognition, then confusion again. "Cousin Miguel?"

"Derek." He spoke with that same cold, flat tone. Derek still looked terrifying as he reached into his pocket and answered his phone staring at Stiles.

Stiles lifted his own phone and spoke, "Um, hello?"

"You better have a really good explanation that takes less than five minutes, or I'm dumping you."

Danny looked at him with a shocked look. "I didn't buy that Miguel story for a second, but you're dating him? Wait Derek as in, alpha hottie Hale, Derek? You're dating the pack alpha?! Does the pack know? Well, that explains why Lydia couldn't set you up. Huh, I guess Issac wins the pot. He was the only one who thought you had someone else. Wait till Jackson hears he was wrong about you getting a girl pregnant."

Stiles' eyes went wide. "You can't tell them!"

Derek interjected with a blank face. "Yeah, especially since in about four and a half minutes he won't actually be dating me anymore."

Stiles turned to him frazzled. "Can you just stop for a moment!"

Danny had his phone out and went to unlock it, but Stiles batted his hands down.

Stiles huffed. "Look, everyone stop! I need to explain to both of you." He turned to Derek with a pleading look. "I have to talk to Danny real quick, but I promise you." Stiles' voice was filled with emotion and dripped with sincerity, "I promise you, nothing is going on with me and Danny and I can explain everything, but if I don't talk to him first, he will text Lydia while we're talking and you and I agreed we don't want that. He has had too much liquor to not know it is a bad idea, and not enough to be incoherent enough for Lydia to not believe him."

Derek looked deeply into his eyes and sighed. "You're lucky I know when you're lying."

Stiles let out a relieved breath and rested their foreheads together. "Thank God for heartbeats."

In the next second he was snatching Danny's phone and dragging him off to another side of the club.

Derek uselessly whispered after him, "I don't need your heartbeat to know."

Stiles pulled Danny to a quiet and private enough corner.

Stiles was breathless and spoke in a rush, "Look, you can't tell the pack. Now before you get snippy about them needing to know, just listen. Derek and I started to text a lot our second to last year. We got close, but decided not to date until I was done with college. We both didn't wait for each other, but we never got into something too serious. We've been taking it slow ever since I got back. And we don't want the pack to know yet."

Danny gave him a speculative look. "How slow?"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "We've had sex. Lots. The whole me being frustrated thing? Different type of frustration. Definitely not from lack of sex."

Danny put his hands up with an easy grin. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't squandering all of that. Like hot damn Stilinski. You got a good one."

Stiles' face went soft. "Yeah I do."

"Then why don't you want the pack to know?"

Stiles looked over to where Derek was standing. He was far enough back to not be able to hear them, but close enough for Stiles to be able to signal if he needed help. He had a beer and one of Stiles' favorite drinks in the table beside him. He had found Stiles' hoodie and draped it over the chair so they wouldn't forget it. He knew Stiles always forgot his coat when he was drunk. Stiles smiled at him, even though he wasn't looking before turning back to Danny. "Because he's the type you marry."

Stiles scratched the back of his head and continued, "And I don't want to mess that up, but if I do, the pack knowing would make it a thousand times worse. They would be all sad and comforting and they would look at us if we're ever in a room together. And I don't want that. Even if things go wrong, I don't want us to feel weird. We're pack. And if we did split I don't want everyone thinking they had to pick sides or that we can't be friends anymore. I guess that's what I've been worrying about so much lately, if we are right for each other. I just want to know that this is right, that we are sure before we involve the pack or my dad. I just, I've been worried about losing him and how much it would hurt. God I've always worried about losing people since my mom, but I don't think I could lose him. Especially not if we tell everyone. If we tell them it makes it real, it means it will hurt more if we don't work out or if something happens. The pack means everything to us and if they know it means it has to work." Stiles looked down.

Danny nodded. "I get that, but when are you going to tell them? When will you know? Because it sounds like you already know Derek is the type you marry. Stiles, you don't actually have to marry him to be sure. You just have to see it. When you think of your future, is he in it? You talk like you're sure, just scared."

Stiles instantly pictured a big restored house and family enjoying themselves in the yard. He looked over and Derek was smiling at him with the smile he had only seen when they weren't with other people. He reached out to Stiles with a hand that had a silver band.

Stiles looked up to meet Danny's eyes and then he found Derek's across the room. Despite the weird circumstances Derek still smiled at him. Not like he was doing it as a courtesy. Like he loved him so much and he couldn't help it. "He isn't in it. He is it." Stiles turned back with a wide smile and tears in his eyes. "He's my future Danny."

Danny smiled back. "I won't tell the pack, but I think you should."

Stiles nodded as a giggle bubbled out of his throat. He started to back away as he spoke, "Do you need a ride?"

Danny smirked. "I think I might go home with tall, dark, and into me, but if not I'll use my app to call a ride. Go get your boy."

Stiles nodded and turned with a grin.

He found him where he knew he would be. Derek was a pensive drinker so his beer was almost gone. When he got to the table Stiles chugged his drink and Derek raised an eyebrow. "I have to tell you something, so I need the liquid courage."

Derek set his jaw. "I don't want to do this here. It's too loud. Let's go to my car."

Stiles was practically bursting with nerves by the time they got in the car.

They sat in silence for a few moments while Derek brooded and Stiles chewed his lip. When Derek reached to turn on the car Stiles stopped him and grabbed his hand. He smiled at it before pulling it close enough to push his lips softly against his knuckles.

Derek looked pained. "Stiles-"

"I love your hands." He snorted. "Even more than Bubble's"

Derek looked at him with raised eyebrows. "How much have you had?"

"Too much so I want to be as close to you for as long as I can, but sadly not enough to not know I can't cuddle you every second of every day."

Derek considered it for a moment. Fuck it, if this was going to be the last time he was close, he was going to be so close it hurt. Derek reached between his legs to the lever and slid back his seat. He tilted it to the perfect angle they had found and Stiles brightened. He climbed over the console and straddled his lap. Stiles settled in on top of him and tucked his head into his neck. Derek tried to not lose it as he felt the emotions welling up. He held onto Stiles' legs to ground himself.

Stiles kissed his neck softly. "I kissed Danny because he said some creep was staring at me." Derek could feel his smile pressed to his neck, then Stiles poked his side. "That's you. He thought you would go away if I was spoken for."

Derek gripped his legs harder.

"But if I would've known it was you, I could've told him that wouldn't work at all. Because, you see, I am spoken for. By you. Only by you. I only belong with you Derek."

Derek's grip relaxed, but he still asked, "Why were you there with him? I went out to pick up food and when I saw your Jeep here I was so confused."

Stiles didn't know where to start with that one. "Because he told me I'm the type you marry. And be-"

Derek grabbed him by the shoulders enough to pull him back. Derek looked positively sick to his stomach. "He wants to marry you?!"

Stiles tried to figure out where the conversation had been and where he meant it to be, all the while trying to figure out how the hell it got were it was. "What?"

"What did you say?"

"Nothing! He doesn't want to marry me, that's why he said he wouldn't date me!"

Derek looked no less hurt or shocked, but somehow more confused. "You asked him to date you?!"

"What? No! In college I asked him why he wouldn't date me. That was his answer, because I'm the type you marry."

Derek took a deep breath. "You're so confusing when you're drunk." Derek laughed lightly. "You're so confusing when you're sober."

Stiles looked petulant. "Can't you focus please?"

"Can't you make a point please?" Derek snarked.

"I'm the type you marry, and you're also the type you marry. Well not you, me."

Derek's eyebrows furrowed. "Stiles if you're suggesting we get drunk married in Vegas, you do realize I have to be drunk too? So that way I can't be the voice of reason."

Stiles sighed. "Ughhh you're not listening!" Stiles put both hands on each side of Derek's face with a bit too much force. "Danny tried to take me out to set me up, but he just made me realize something. I want to marry you. Not yet, but I do. Sometime. I don't want to be engaged yet either, but I wouldn't be opposed to that happening. Then we could get married. Maybe in the fall. Not the next next fall, that's too soon. Maybe summer though, because the next next next fall is too far away. I want to be married to you." Stiles looked into his eyes with tears brimming. "I want to love you every day of my life."

Derek just sat there with an open mouth and raised eyebrows. "I don't even know what to say to that."

Stiles smiled, but fidgeted. "Do you want that too?"

Derek spoke immediately, slightly breathlessly, "Yes."

"Then I think you could say, I love you too Stiles."

Derek pulled him by his neck down to kiss him. He leaned back and looked into Stiles' eyes with shining ones. "I love you too, Stiles. I want to love you for the rest of our lives."

Stiles smiled and kissed him again before leaning his forehead against Derek's.

"God I hope you're not too drunk to remember this. Or regret it in the morning."

Stiles smiled at him. "Take me home and fall asleep with me. Let's find out in the morning, lover."

Derek hugged Stiles to his chest with a crushing grip. "I will kill you if you forget this."

Stiles nodded into his neck. "Noted." He pulled back and climbed back to his seat.

"Please tell me Danny doesn't need a ride."

"He's fine. I checked before I left. He's more sober than me, and hard pressed I could probably fool my father in all except the breathalyzer."

"I don't think you'd pass any test. You got drunk enough to say you'd marry me."

Stiles looked over to him and shook his head. "I didn't get drunk enough to say it, stupid. I got drunk enough to finally realize it."

Derek pulled out of the parking lot and Stiles jolted. "Oh and I think we should tell the pack now!"

Derek smiled. "Yeah? Because of the proposal?"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "I did not propose. I just said that I would eventually be open to asking or saying yes."

Derek reached over and placed his hand on Stiles' thigh and swept his thumb in soothing motions. "I think we should too, darling."

Stiles laced their fingers together and smiled at the road ahead of them.

---

Stiles had a wide grin as he looked at the green lawn around him and the pack that filled it. It was a perfect summer day for the party. There was a game of frisbee and gossip circles his dad was even milling about close to the congrats cake hand in hand with Melissa.

Stiles looked down to the cool metal he was still getting used to. He smiled at it resting against the picnic table. The day had been filled with many congratulations and more than enough tears. Most from his father. Who joked he'd never thought he'd met someone stupid enough to propose to Stiles, but when he met Derek he knew. They both had been offended by that, but quickly forgave him when he said he had to give his two boys grief. Scotty had just beamed at Stiles and said he was happy he found his Allison. Jackson even showed up with his husband and smiled at them.

He was brought out of his thoughts by Danny sitting down on the side opposite of him.

After Derek knew he wasn't trying to steal his man, and was the reason they finally pulled their heads out of their asses about telling the pack, he took a liking to him. Stiles was awed by how well he fit in with everyone and some how he hadn't been there before. Eventually the pack wore him down enough that he joined. Erica was a menace and the best recruitment agent.

"So I guess no matter how awesome I was in college, I didn't get this one right. Some matchmaker I am."

"Actually..." Stiles smiled and went to his pocket for the piece of paper he had brought for this moment. It was crinkled from when he crumpled it to throw away, but saved last minute to show Scott.

He slid the smoothed out post-it note over to Danny and he read it out loud, "Stiles, marry 'cousin Miguel' He's hot and so not your cousin."

Danny let out a bark of laughter. "I forgot I wrote this."

Stiles shrugged. "So you were right."

He looked up when he heard someone clear their throat. Derek held out a hand and Stiles' eyes were drawn to that silver band. "I think it's time for cake, before your dad eats it all with his eyes. Come along beloved."

Stiles rolled his eyes, but took his hand as he got up. "You can't call me that if you don't call me that when we're all old and wrinkled."

Derek used their entwined hands to yank him closer to his chest. "If I don't call you pet names when we are old and wrinkled, it is because I have forgotten every word that compares to how much I love you."

"Sap."

Derek grinned. "You love it."

Stiles rolled his eyes and looked into Derek's. "I love you."

Derek beamed and held up his hand proudly. "Yeah you do! You're gonna be stuck with me."

Stiles replied with adoration in his eyes, "I already am."

"Guuuys! Cake."

Their eyes didn't move from each other as they spoke in unison.

"Shut up Cora."

"Cora fuck off."

Stiles dropped his voice lower, "I think we should stay here and make them wait. Or we could excuse ourselves for a moment and have sex upstairs."

"You're terrible. Utterly deviant. That's such a good idea." Derek rested their noses together.

"I know."

Derek smiled. "But cake. You love cake."

Stiles grinned lecherously. "I also love other things I can put in my mouth."

"Dude, gross!"

"Eavesdrop on the newly engaged couple and you deserve what you hear Scott!" Stiles shouted.

Derek was beaming and Stiles looked at him confused. "You hate when I embarrass you. Wha-"

"You're engaged to me. I'm engaged to you. We're engaged. It sounds so..."

Stiles finished for him, "Weird. But good."

Derek had a momentary flash of doubt. "You feel like this is right too, right?"

Stiles nodded. "The kind of right that makes you sure nothing but this was ever supposed to happen. I'm meant to marry you Derek Hale, and you're meant to marry me. Come witches, werewolves, Jackson being a lovable asshole, or fighting over what colors to paint the house I'm going to be with you through it all. Our lives were meant to be given to each other. Why else do you think I keep saving your sourwolf ass?" Stiles' emotional face faded to a smirk.

Derek looked contemplative for a second before he looked certain. "Were you exaggerating when you said you didn't want to plan a wedding and have a big fancy party?"

Stiles looked suspicious. "I don't need any of that. What are you talking about Derek?"

Derek looked excited. "Look me in the eyes and tell me everything you need for your future isn't in this yard. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want to start that life."

Stiles still looked confused.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want it today. Just say it and I'll wait. I'll wait for you to decide which flowers you like best. I'll wait to think over who's side Erica is on. I'll wait to let you pick out a tux. I'll wait for you to go back and forth on a venue until you realize that under the tree right next to our house is perfect. I'll wait for the day saying things like our house doesn't make me feel impatient. I'll wait for that God awfully long walk down the aisle. Tell me right now and I swear to God Stiles I'll wait for it all. But if you want it today as bad as I do, I'll carry you to the courthouse."

Stiles grinned at him. "I'm the type you marry, Derek Hale. So what are you waiting for?"

They met in the middle and there was so much love in that kiss it almost ached.

Erica smirked and shouted as everyone handed her and Melissa dollar bills. "Everyone get your ass in a vehicle. It doesn't matter which one. We have a wedding to attend."

Derek and his father both signed the papers with shaky hands and teared eyes.

When they were declared the Stilinski-Hales Stiles let out a punched breath. He looked over at Derek through the tears left over from their vows and he smiled.

Derek beamed wide and bright as Stiles thought to himself. This, this is what my future looks like.

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love and war

a demigod au [companion] ficlet

~•~

Theo's eyes snap open when he hears the loud honk from outside the motel they're staying. He sits upright in his makeshift bed on the cold floor. It's still dark, and when he checks the clock in the room, only an hour has passed since they went to bed.

He transfers his gaze at the sleeping lump on the single bed, wrapped tightly in the comforter like a human burrito. Stiles is dead to the world, open-mouth with a bit of drool on one side. He looks so young and innocent and can't hurt a fly like this. But under his pillow, Theo can see the handhold of his dagger. They're almost to the entrance of the Underworld now. More monsters are after them. Caution and vigilance are of utmost importance if they want to come back from this quest alive.

Soft snoring takes his attention from Stiles to the shape on the couch. Involuntarily, Theo scowls at the sight of him. Derek Hale, son of Poseidon. He still can't believe he's on a quest with him, or even that all three of them are together in some mad twist of fate and managed not to kill one another yet. Barely, but still. Their godly parents are the worst rivals and are the three Olympians on the verge of a war if Theo, Stiles, and Derek fail. The last thing they should become is allies.

Derek shifts and Theo notes that he looks uncomfortable in his position. It makes him oddly satisfied.

He hears the loud honk again, but it's apparent now that only he does among them. Otherwise, his two companions would have sprung up, wide-eyed and ready to pounce, no matter how exhausted they had been from a full day of running and fighting monsters.

Theo gets up to his feet, clutching the hilt of his sword, and approaches the window guardedly. With sure fingers, he pulls down the blinds enough to peek. The image that greets him gives him a moment's pause, lips parting in surprise. 

Outside, a spotless, white limousine casually parks on the deserted road. A muscular man in black jeans, combat boots, and a red muscle shirt underneath a black vest leans against it. There's a familiar sneer in his mouth noticeable even from afar, and though he's donning sunglasses, Theo knows his eyes are on him. 

He's imagined this happening since his claim at Camp Half-Blood. If he appears to him right now while Theo's in the middle of a make-or-break mission, things must be getting worse in Olympus. He usually communicates to Theo in vague dreams, in a voice in his head, in some other weird manifestation since this started, but never coming to him in the flesh.

He lets go of the blind, delays for a second of contemplative silence, and then opens the door to meet his father, the God of War, Ares.

~•~

He slows his steps as he nears the broad figure. Up close, Theo notices the fire reflecting from inside his glasses. He has heard from his siblings that their dad had fireballs in his sockets instead of eyeballs. And that any children of Ares are compelled by unexplainable force to meet those flares, cowering.

Theo stops and raises his chin to meet his father's gaze, and no matter how he tries and how tough he is, he still dips his head in submission to the god. He swallows, "Father,"

His reply was a terse and detached, "Son,"

Theo lifts his head again, not quite meeting Ares's eyes this time, and hesitates for a second, but asks, "What are you doing here, father?"

The god's face twists like he has swallowed a lemon. His head fastens in the direction of the room Theo is renting for the night. "You have such unpromising companions," he spats, glaring at the window as if he sees through it. Ares probably does. "The son of Poseidon I can scarcely forgive," his attention slips back to Theo, and even without the proper organs, Theo can feel the disgust that would be reflected in them if he had eyeballs. The disapproval is rolling like waves in his aura, and it makes dread crawl up Theo's spine. He hates that his father can evoke such emotions just with his presence. He's also starting to feel his blood boil. "but Athena's spawn?"

Theo bites his lip and balls his fists to avoid saying something that will make his father smite him to smithereens. That is not at all the way he had imagined his first meeting with his father to end.

"She dares call me a thief," Ares's voice does not rise, but it doesn't have to. Theo's hyper-aware of his father's rage, and it makes his knees quiver to kneel and supplicate. 

Theo forces to say the words, "Stiles is helping to find an end to this conflict,"

Ares scoffs, unimpressed. "And by an end," he crosses his burly arms. "You mean victory against our enemies in the war."

Theo shakes his head, breathing through his nose. "I was thinking about not starting a war at all."

The look Ares gives him makes his stomach coil, and he hates it. The god regards him similarly to an insect: small, insignificant, and revolting. "No child of War runs from war."

Theo breathes in deep, his blunt and dirty nails digging in the skin of his palms. "There isn't one yet, that is necessary."

Ares's face thunders and the fire in his eyes glow brighter. It seems the god expresses no aversion to smiting his son right then and there. "She slandered my name-"

"Ares, dear, do be nice now." A silky, feminine voice interrupts his father from inside the limo. And amazingly, the god's anger deflates, albeit grudgingly. He's still enraged, but he's holding himself back from committing a crime. Theo inwardly sighs in relief.

The god purses his lips, nose flaring slightly, "My Lady wishes to give you a weapon,"

Theo draws his eyebrows together, "Your Lady?" Just as he says the question, the answer comes to Theo. He remembers the afternoon Stiles discussed with him in their session about his father's amorous relationship with a fellow Olympian.

"Aphrodite is the goddess of love and beauty and is married to Hera's son, Hephaestus, the god of the forge. The union forced upon Aphrodite as it was a condition made by Hephaestus so he would free his mother, Hera, from being bound into a magical throne he built and tricked the queen of the gods into sitting. Zeus granted it, and so they were married. Aphrodite resented his husband because Lord Hephaestus was, in the standard of the divinities, ugly and lame, and therefore, not befitting the goddess of beauty.

The god tried to gain her affection by designing beautiful jewelry for her in his workshop. But she wasn't interested. Instead, she used the opportunity of his husband's work arrest in his workshop to be unfaithful and be with other gods or goddesses, and even mortals.

Then she met Ares, and they fell in love. They kept on having affairs with other immortals and mortals, but they always came back to each other -even though that's against the rule of formal infidelity of the Greeks."

"Bring him in, dear,"

The soft voice breaks Theo's reverie, and with a huff, his father motions him to the door as requested by the goddess Aphrodite.

He doesn't know what to expect the goddess of beauty would look like, but when the door opens, Theo catches a glimpse of the car's occupant, and he thinks he hallucinated Stiles for a brief moment. When he blinks, he now sees the flowing hair and feminine features instead of gelled up hair and slender muscles.

He takes a seat, and the door shuts. Theo finds himself captivated by the different aura that she emanates in comparison to what he had felt with his father. His skin feels warm instead of burning, and his heart steadies instead of races. He stares at the face of the goddess, and if he isn't so gone, he would have remembered his manners -whatever little he has. At least, the goddess doesn't seem offended by the rapt attention -she's probably used to it- but amused.

Theo had never mentally built a picture of the goddess, but he didn't expect for her to have moles sprinkled in her pale face or have amber, almost molten liquid, eyes. But she has an elegant upturned nose and pink cupid's bow lips, which are as expected. Her features remind Theo so closely of Stiles. That must be why he thought he saw him for a second there.

When she smiles, it even feels familiar to Theo.

"What do you see?" She asks.

"Um," Theo swallows and licks his dried lips. "Your beauty, goddess."

She emits a soft, coy chuckle. "It is not universal. Do I resemble someone specific that you know?"

The question throws him for a little, and he blinks. "Yes," He says honestly, figuring there is no point in lying.

The smile on her face broadens, "My beauty is an individual's perception of it, son of Ares. It is one or the other, depending on who's looking."

He frowns, confused. Before he can ask what the goddess is trying to say or process it himself, Aphrodite procures an object in her hands that she passes to Theo. When he looks down at the item, it's a palm-sized rose looking-glass. He sees his reflection as he studies it. It's a simple circular mirror with roses encrusted around it; each petal is elaborately carved.

"It is a present from my husband," the goddess says.

Theo nods, thinking it makes perfect sense. Something as well-crafted as the item he holds must only be from a god. 

"When you absolutely need it," she continues, "look upon the mirror, and help will come. It grants only one call."

He gives the goddess a quizzical look, "Why are you giving it to me, though, Lady Aphrodite? I am grateful and honored to receive such a gift," he hastily adds, remembering Stiles's warning of always showing gratitude to the gods. It avoids spontaneously combusting. "But I don't know why me?"

Thankfully, she seems to be in good spirits because she only inclines her head. "Do you think it appropriate if I gifted that to the children of my beloved's rivals?"

Theo made a humming noise.

"I must say," she adds, "I assumed if it was the son of Poseidon I invited, I know what image he would see in my face. But, I wonder," she gives Theo a look, her brown eyes twinkling in the same fashion as Stiles's when he formulates a clever, and devious idea. "If it was the son of Athena, whose face would he have seen between two?"

Theo pauses, caught off guard.

Then, the goddess straightens. "Remember. Only once. Choose the moment wisely."

Theo opens his mouth to thank her once more and asks what is in exchange for the goddess' generosity. Stiles had also taught him that gods don't just hand out presents to the mortals they favor without a deed or a sacrifice. But, the next time he breathes, he's back inside the room, sitting in his comforter on the floor.

He blinks rapidly and scrambles to his feet toward the window. He pulls the blinds aside and sees nothing but a deserted road outside where the limo has been.

He almost thinks he dreamt it, but when he looks at his hand, Aphrodite's mirror is in there.

"Remember. Only once. Choose the moment wisely."

~•~

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#teen wolf #steo #steo ficlet #steo au #teen wolf au #teen wolf crossover #camp half blood #teen wolf characters #as demigods #demigod au #tw demigod au ficlet #teen wolf demigod au series #word count: 1935 #fics tag #i just remembered this scene #in pjo 3 #the titan's curse #and i had to make a steo version lol #demigodseries

[martinskis-lydias]

🤤😂🥰I rewatched Wolf Moon yesterday (honestly it’s been a while) and I had some thoughts

hot start to a pilot episode tbh: police radio and dogs, phenomenal; good song playing when you see scott in his room

pull ups, yes, thank you

Scott’s sink is kinda gross? like rusty and shit idk it bugs me every time i see it

But look how cute! a soft boy and his fluffy hair! I kinda love his fluffy hair, but I do like his hair shorter in later seasons

the jaw too, i LOVE posey’s jaw

love that he was ready to fight a predator barefoot also ICONIC STILES ENTRANCE

This interaction is prime Sciles

Scott is always portrayed as the dumb friend (and yes Scotty has done some dumb stuff I will admit) but he’s the one of the two of them that questions what they’re doing and what could possibly go wrong so... maybe not that dumb

they’re trying to hide from the police: stiles loudly running through the woods, scott yelling “Stiles!” pretty loudly (immediately makes me question the thoughts on either of their intelligence)

And why didn’t Scott just admit he was there in the woods with Stiles? What could the Sheriff do that was worse than being stranded in the woods at night with no ride home?

The CGI deer and flying inhaler were just 👌

Also don’t know if Posey’s doing it on purpose but I love the asthmatic breathing as he’s walking through the woods

And i’m soRRY BUT HOW DID HE NOT NOTICE THE BODY ALMOST IMMEDIATELY IT’S NOT THAT FUCKING DARK

His back hitting that tree when he fell down that little hill had to have hurt, it looked really hard

Why did Peter look like he did as the Alpha but Derek and Scott never did? and yes i know they started insinuating that Scott might end up getting there but is it just that murder makes you look more like a monster? am I missing something?

Baby Colton! Jackson’s a dick but I fucking love Colton

STILES WEARING A TSHIRT, A HOODIE, AND A SUIT JACKET JUST WTF why did the costume dept keep putting him in suit jackets the first few episodes?

is it just me or is this principicals suit way too big? apparently i’m a snob about suits

literally the first time i saw Crystal i was in LOVE she’s gorgeous

Lydia’s outfit 🥰

Who is this girl that’s friends with Scott and Stiles? Where did she go?

(Stiles thinks Allison is hot hello Stallison feels)

Posey’s hat hair is so fucking cute

THE LACROSSE! COBRASTYLE MONTAGE! JACKSON STOPPING A PLAYER WITH HIS STICK FOR THE DRAMA!

Lydia and Jackson have such a toxic relationship 🙃 and i hate it honestly

Scott gets enhanced senses and immediately thinks he’s dying: a mood

why does stiles know off the top of his head when the full moon is? i couldn’t fucking tell you when the full moon is ever unless i looked at a calendar

STEREK STEREK STEREK

Hoechlin’s cheekbones - hello sir

also his eyebrows

you ever think about the fact that Derek can hear Stiles just casually mention the massacre of his family like that? and that this probably happens a lot when he first gets back in town?

Posey’s hair is so inconsistent in this episode it’s kinda hilarious

So... did those cats just not get fed that night?

“She’s just frightened” “That makes two of us”

that dramatic head tilt when Scott glows his eyes at the dog in the trunk

also that dog is SO CUTE

this scene is so cheesy but it’s so cute

“Tougher’n that” IDK WHY BUT ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT THERE IS KATE ARGENT

AGAIN with Scott not being as stupid as everyone thinks he is! just throwing out a word like litigious? Nah man my boy is smart

I wish “Definitely yes” became a bigger thing with them idk

POSEY’S BUTT WHEN CLIMBING THAT LITTLE HILL ON ALL FOURS

Posey in a pool, Russel with the hose, iconic

“Where. Are you getting. Your jUiCe?” “...My mom does all the grocery shopping” Literally one of my favourite scenes

Coach pulling Scott aside to say he made first line is such a bad scene but i love Orny so much and Scotty boy’s lil smile is so cute

Stiles “researching” 😂

Why is Stiles’ bed at such a weird angle?

Melissa Ponzio is fucking GORGEOUS

Did ppl actually go to a highschool party like this? Or was I just a hug loser?

Correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t that guy in purple hoodie dancing Dylan?

Scott couldn’t walk straight but got in his car and drove home i mean... 

DEREK IN HIS LEATHER JACKET 🤤

You can’t tell me that a small part of Allison wasn’t a little thrilled that such a hot guy drove her home, no matter how annoyed she was at Scott

Scott wearing pants in the shower; the fake hand; phenomenal

I like the first show of his fangs though! they were good fangs, and he had a cute lil lisp

Scott jumping to it being Dere after literally seeing him twice is a bit of a leap (yes Derek is a werewolf but Scott goes way past that and assumed that because he seemed a little sketchy or mean he must have murdered that girl??)

The dramatic jump out the window and landing in the puddle

i’m really glad they changed the look of Scott’s shift a bit? idk i just didn’t like it

awkwardly running on all fours through the woods

Victoria just looks so affronted at the sight of Stiles lol

CHRIS JUST TURNING AND WHIPPING OUT THE GUN YES (i have a thing for Chris)

derek just say you didn’t bite Scott you dumbass

“The bite is a gift... we’re brothers now”

Why hadn’t Stiles changed by the time he picked up Scott? What had he been doing all night?

Let Stiles be excited you’re a werewolf Scotty boy, someone has to be

YO i remember seeing the Chris being Allison’s father reveal the first time and being absolutely FLOORED

Honestly I love the Pilot episode, it’s so good

I mean, there are parts that are bad or cheesy or whatever but I still love it?? probably the nostalgia

#teen wolf rewatch #teen wolf #liveblog #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #derek hale #allison argent #lydia martin #jackson whittemore #melissa mccall #sheriff stilinski #chris argent #victoria argent #kate argent #tw: 1x01 #tw: wolf moon #shut up alex

[letterboxd]

Touching the Void.

Searching for cinema that soothes? Ella Kemp suggests it could be as simple as looking for a film poster with a white background.

How many weeks has it been? When did any of us last go blindly into a cinema and take a chance on something new? Film-watching in the time of Covid-19 has changed. The immediate and never-ending news of the world is frightening. Is it still, and more than ever, okay for me to sink into movies to alleviate my mood, just for a bit? How is that even possible when the world has come to a standstill?

We are forced to adapt, and it has taken some time for my attention span and emotional capacity to adjust. But I think I might have found a solution, and I have the meticulous list-makers of Letterboxd to thank. It was Izzy’s list of comfort movies that first lit the fuse. Specifically, the second, third and fourth row; films including Billy Elliot, Clueless, School of Rock.

Fifteen stark posters, speaking one truth: We are vulnerable and nervous. What we need is a film poster with a white background to assure us the movie exists entirely to serve and soothe us.

Part of Izzy’s ‘comfort movies’ list.

List-making on Letterboxd has never been more prolific. Pandemic movies, overdue filmography catch-ups, comfort movies galore. Everyone categorizes and logs their watches differently, but Izzy’s pattern speaks to me with an epiphanic answer. I’ve always admired successful color-coding, but now I see its crucial function.

As I scroll for distraction, for something guaranteed to be good (because I cannot and will not be subject to any uncertainty I can avoid), I see the rainbow. The pale blues of Studio Ghibli, Wong Kar-wai’s passionate reds, the pastels of Netflix Original breezy romances. Like some kind of cinematic ikebana, countless Letterboxd members have mastered the art of arranging film posters. There are standouts: the staggering oeuvre that is Gordon’s chromatic roundup of favorite posters; the comprehensive color-graded history of women directors via their best posters, courtesy of Vanessa; and the penchant for beige in the year 2015, as spotted by Letterboxd co-founder Matthew Buchanan.

A selection of Gordon’s favorite movie posters.

But when I see these 300 examples, color-coded by typography and accents by Sera Ash, I recognize that white movie posters are the ones most likely, in this very strange time, to take care of me. I see it in three distinct filmmaking periods: Disney animations from the 1940s and 50s, the video marketing for cult comedies of the 1980s and 90s, and the alternative marketing materials of my favorite films of the 2010s. Each poster is straightforward and inoffensive. It captures the story, but never dares to impress or intimidate beyond basic description.

A 1975 re-release poster for ‘Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs’ (1937).

In 1937, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs announced the birth of Walt Disney’s feature-length empire. While its original theatrical poster is also mostly white, it is represented on Letterboxd by a 1975 re-release poster depicting a peek through the keyhole: a curved triangle framing Snow White, the dwarves, and the two sides of the jealous queen, against a vivid green forest. In the bottom corner, a castle. To the left, the title—her name in red cursive, theirs in black. These simple images come together to present an elementary summary of the ingredients within. The white frame showcases the seminal animation craft without suggesting the viewer diverts their eye anywhere else.

This technique was common across other animated titles, collected in lists like dantebk’s Disney animated classics. Pinocchio toys with the hyperreal relationships between characters alive and wooden, human and animal—but does so on a plain canvas, so that the magic remains within reach. Dumbo, Bambi, Cinderella, Peter Pan—each follows suit. Whether with the mustard yellow of a circus tent, the faint sketches of grass tufts, the gold dust of an enchanted fairy godmother or the ink blue of a midnight starry sky, these colors (indicative of each defining scene-setter or mood-maker) only pepper a blank background, and so make their significance ever greater with the most sporadic touches.

A selection from dantebk’s list of Disney animated classics.

Live-action knockouts from these decades—films like The Shop Around The Corner and The Red Shoes—embrace painted recreations of their protagonists (Margaret Sullivan and James Stewart as festive lovers in the former, Moira Shearer as a tortured ballerina in the latter) and use the color red as a signifier of romance, against a plain white page, to set the mood. Slashes and splashes of red have been used to create a vibe in genre cinema for many decades—a trend deftly chronicled in this list by Rocks.

As far as we know, the underpinnings of digital photography began in the 1950s, and the first published color digital photograph dates back to 1972, when Michael Francis Tompsett shot a photo of his wife Margaret for the cover of Electronics magazine. Consumers got their hands on the gear in the late 1990s, but movie studios really started to make the most of sharp digital photography and stark white backgrounds for their striking posters from the late 1980s onwards. Because, never mind the multiplex, the video store is where you wanted your comfort fare to stand out in the 1980s and 90s.

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986) and Say Anything… (1989) form a handsome, trend-setting 1980s pair. While the theatrical poster for Cameron Crowe’s Say Anything… deigned to include John Cusack’s co-star, Ione Skye, by the time of the film’s video release, the focus is clearly on pre-High Fidelity Cusack, as proud underachiever Lloyd Dobler, smouldering lopsidedly under the weight of a boombox. It’s the singular image of the film to this day.

Meanwhile, Matthew Broderick as Ferris-slacking-Bueller is making the most of his title activity, arms behind his head, a proud smirk on his face. Nothing else matters except that these charismatic young stars are stepping up to leading-man status. The white background accentuates the star power of these new boys in town, embracing the limelight in one fell swoop.

Star power is everything: beautiful people doing simple things against empty backdrops, because what could be more important than the regularity of symmetrical bone structure, of familiar charm? The trend boomed in the 1990s and 2000s, in films widely embraced by casual moviegoers. The sort who list “watching Netflix” as a Sunday activity on dating profiles and use the Christmas holidays to rewatch comedies they have memorized over dozens of half-attentive viewings (absolutely zero judgement here!).

The vast majority of these films have white posters. Who is your soothing cup of charm: Tom Hanks on a bench, nothing more nothing less, from 1994’s Forrest Gump? Or Heath Ledger, effortlessly cool, leaning on the brown corduroy armchair Julia Stiles sits in for the 10 Things I Hate About You poster from 1999? (The 90s harnessed the increased appeal of having two lookers just sitting and posing against a plain background, as demonstrated in this chilling list by Ashley.)

Ashley’s list of couples posing in front of a white background.

Will Ferrell had been earning his stripes as an actor for years, but he changed the movie comedy game as Buddy the Elf in 2003. There’s plenty of visual humour in Elf, but Ferrell’s coat-stand posture bedecked in festive green velvet and those tights is… enough. A white background lets the ridicule slide, just.

How many Disney series really deserve a whole movie—and one that stands the test of time? Lizzie McGuire, resting on her tiptoes with a swinging suitcase in hand, sells The Lizzie McGuire Movie like no idyllic views of Rome ever could. It’s reaching out to an audience loyal to the character, one who will follow her to the ends of the Earth, or at least to another continent. Hilary Duff could be doing almost anything on this poster and it would achieve the same effect—so long as the white background remains plain enough to keep eagle-eyed fans on the main event at all times.

It’s surprising that the star-making system only let Meryl Streep appear in a tiny box, one of four character tiles, on the poster for The Devil Wears Prada in 2006. But the design here taps into 1940s animated sensibilities, giving prominence to a devilish red Macguffin larger than the humans. It still achieves the same function—a glossy, glamorous design with the accessible sell of a quotable, star-fuelled comedy.

Red may be the color of romance and the devil; it’s also the color of comedy. Exhibit A: the 2007 gross-out comedy Superbad, whose star power—marking the emergence of Jonah Hill and Michael Cera—is used to an opposite and impressive effect on its poster. The awkwardness of these teen boys—lanky, unkempt, insecure—is what cinches the comedy. The simplicity of the poster design, with their uncomfortable posture against, well, nothing at all, further anchors their incapability of facing the world in any confident way, shape or form.

There are countless more examples, like Marley & Me, Bridesmaids, 27 Dresses (notice how the red type is replaced by pink when the film’s plot veers toward the altar). But to understand the curious and timeless appeal of the white movie poster, what happened to it in the 2010s cements its adaptable strength.

As the art of graphic design has continued to bloom, the aesthetic argument for the colorless color-block movie poster has shifted to embrace a film’s context. Consider Danny Boyle’s Steve Jobs, the enjoyable 2015 drama that provided Michael Fassbender one of the most under-celebrated roles of his career, playing the late Apple co-founder. The poster turns the canvas into a blank screen: the title is typed, the text insertion point poised, waiting for the next key press. As Jobs, Fassbender occupies the bottom right corner, in profile, thinking.

This starkness makes sense: what’s next, Steve? It offers a rare example of a poster from the past decade that fully leans into the monochrome aesthetic entirely on purpose—to serve the restrained and unequivocal need for white. (And it’s interesting to compare with the marketing narrative for an earlier film about another tech leader: observe how Jesse Eisenberg’s Mark Zuckerberg eyeballs us from The Social Network’s dark-mode poster.)

Comfort movies don’t own the white poster, of course. Jordan Peele’s Get Out toys, both in its marketing and its delivery, with the binaries of black and white. It’s deployed on-screen with sophisticated horror, and this extends to its two most graphic poster variants.

While one poster sees Daniel Kaluuya’s character, Chris, sat on a chair split vertically between black and white, the all-white poster allows only a center-frame letterbox to reveal Chris’s enormous eyes, accompanied by an all-caps type treatment. The vast expanse of white only makes the image more menacing, framing the claustrophobia so effectively. The landscape crop is a device that defines stern dramas as much as arthouse comedies, as documented by Haji Abdul Karim in their expansive list.

Haji Abdul Karim’s list of white-with-landscape-image posters.

But back in the ‘comfort’ realm, we’re seeing more and more that the marketing wants to have it both ways—the negative with the positive; the art house audience and the multiplex crowd. As genres blend, demographics collapse and audiences become more fluid, a film’s advertising needs to speak more languages.

Two ultra-comfort films from last year demonstrate this idea well. The poster for Judy sees a backlit Renée Zellweger finding her light, receiving her applause. Black is the key color, right down to the classic little black dress; the eye is drawn to the title, spelled out in red sequins. It’s showbiz, it’s drama. Though the film itself fudges a few of the more uncomfortable facts of the star’s story, it’s still honest about her addictions.

In the white-background version, which was more widely distributed, Zellweger, in a floral dress, turns away from the light. The name still sparkles, but in softened gold. There’s no less glamor, the stakes in the film are just as high, but she’s perhaps more accessible like this. The focus, as it was in the 90s, 80s, 40s, returns to the main event.

Greta Gerwig’s Little Women, too, played with dark and light. The indie queen released her previous film, Lady Bird, via design-conscious distributor A24, and Gerwig’s singular aesthetics promised that her Little Women remake would be worlds away from all the others. But when the first images for the film were released, the marketing campaign was questioned by die-hard Gerwig fans.

Both of the group posters are curiously stripped back, freezing Louisa May Alcott’s beloved March sisters in a moment. In the darker image, they gaze out a window, secure in their festive domestic bubble, but set on what’s beyond. There’s more to life, and the film, than this room. It feels more lush, painterly, certainly more dramatic.

Whereas the white poster, at first, seemed like a mistake. It took one of the first images teased from the film and just... dropped it onto a poster. The March sisters look as if solidified by clay, entirely undynamic and at odds with the fluidity and warm soul Gerwig had made herself known for in her filmmaking.

And yet, nothing matters more than these characters. Beth, Jo, Meg and Amy are holding each other, happy, each in their own favourite color, and there is nothing more to fight over. The white-poster alternative lets the 2010s viewer stay attached to the most important part of the film.

The lessons here? A white poster is a vital sign that you’re safe here. You’ve made the correct choice. Attention spans are dwindling, options are expanding, focus is difficult. The promise of a white frame tells me what matters, what is good, where I should place my time and my value. For now.

#movie poster art #poster design #film poster #film poster design #movie marketing #movie design #white posters #comfort movies #comfort films #letterboxd lists #Letterboxd #little women #judy #ferris bueller #disney #graphic design

[benaya-trash]

for the lovely @teaandsunflower an angsty slow burning art piece! i hope you like this! ( p.s inspired by my queen’s Hayley Kiyoko’s song “Feelings" )

Derek always found these nights bizarre, when Stiles came over and asked him to get drunk together, because of a fight with his father, because of a failed date, because of stress and depression, sometimes it was “just because“. Derek never said no, he could never say no to the man he came to love.

when stiles got drunk he said stuff, he said he’s lonely, he said he’s tired, he said Derek has beautiful eyes, and that made the hole in Derek’s heart grow, each of those nights is slightly less bearable until one night Stiles kissed him, it was a dry peck on the lips that grew hungrier and filthier.

The next day when Derek woke up to the man lying next to him smelling of stale beer and rum, he let his heart loose and let his fingers run through the younger man’s hair, soft and longer than all those years ago. when Stiles woke up Derek’s illusion was broken when stiles said “sorry, i guess i wasn't in my right mind” with a blank look on his face and sheer regret tainting the air around them.

They kept sleeping together casually, Derek would kiss Stiles and hold him tight in hope that his feeling will make Stiles realize he maybe, even if its a small amount, has feeling for Derek too. Erica would call him a dumbass, would call him masochistic, a sick puppy. will tell him to end this “relationship“ with Stiles before his heart breaks so badly that no one will be able to find the pieces. he kept going back to stiles.

weeks turned into months and into a year, Stiles never fell for him.

On Stiles’s 24th birthday they went clubbing, Stiles drank and danced while Derek stayed by the bar talking to a girl who was too young to be in this sort of place, she kept glancing at his lips and Derek could only feel pity for her, when he turned around to the sea of people he found stiles grinding on a guy on the dance floor. it wasn't the first time stiles took interest in someone else, it wasn't like Derek wasn't used to stiles boasting about a fling or two on a monthly basis, its just that, Derek never saw it happen. He never saw the man he loves about to kiss another person in front of his eyes and he never knew his heart would fallout of his chest if he ever did saw.

Derek ran out of the club leaving the girl at the bar confused and Stiles at his next hot piece’s side.

He didn’t expect to feel a hand griping his arm, he couldn't have imagined in his wildest dreams Stiles running after him after seeing how he looked at the man he danced with, and yet here he was, breathless and hair standing on every end from sweat and hands that ran through them, not his though. probably never again. “What” Derek growled and snatched his arm back.

“i, eh. Derek i-” Stiles began hesitantly just to be cut off by Derek saying

“We are done“

Stiles’s eyes snapped to his, hand flinching back towards Derek just before realizing Derek doesn't belong to the younger man, they are casual, they are hollow and empty.

“Derek i-”

“you are going to let your guy back there think something is wrong and i do-” This time Derek was cut off, by two hands grabbing his arms and Stiles’s voice cutting through.

“There is something wrong!,” he shouted “He isn’t my guy! do you know why my relationships are a fling at best?!” the hands on his arm squeezed tighter making Derek wince.

“Stiles let go of me i don’t want to know about the-”

“You ruined me!” Stiles let his hands fall, hanging limply by his sides “i can only see your eyes, only feel your lips, your hands haunt me when other’s touch me! you ruined me! i can’t even kiss people because all i see is your lips! your smile! the way you run your hands through my hair and the way you whisper in my ears! i can only feel heat if its your body next to mine and i can barely sleep when im alone in my bed! Derek, i-” Stiles exhaled hands clasping at his face and eyes clenched shut “i can’t live without you anymore, i want you in my bed, in my small messy apartment, i want to cook for you and get a cat together, i want to see you everyday and to hear your voice when i close my eyes, i want you all to myself and not to share you with anyone else, and i can’t, i can’t have yo-”

Derek pried Stiles’s hands away from his face revealing his honey gold eyes teary and cheeks wet, he wasn’t lying, Stiles wanted him, he wanted them, he wanted a future and a real relationship.

“I love you,” Derek exhaled making Stiles’s eyes widen “i always had, since the day i met you to this very second, please be mine, please stay with me for as long as possible” Derek dipped his head to place a soft kiss onto the younger man’s lips, a soft gasp escaped Stiles’s lips and hands grabbed Derek’s shirt to draw him closer, when Derek drew back Stiles was looking at him so fondly, so lovingly, he let their fingers intertwine and their foreheads touch.

“I love you too”

#sterek #eternalsterek #my art #derek hale #stiles stilinski #glompfest2018 #sterekglompfest2018 #sterekglompfest #sterek glompfest

[formerprincess]

My world comes alive with you | Thiam Week Day 5

Soulmate AU

Nobody said you need to fall in love with your soulmate. 

Soulmates were a thing nobody could fully explain or understand. Science was working to figure out why your world was all black and white until you met that one person to bring color in your life. Others tried to find out what exactly was defining soulmates. Most soulmates were romantically involved but here and there were stories about people just being friends with their soulmate and in relationships with other people.

No matter what, finding your soulmate was an exciting journey and once you found them society paid their tribute. Liam couldn’t count the times he had seen people suddenly rejoicing, hugging each other (sometimes crying) and other’s applauding them, congratulating the newly bonded soulmates.

Liam himself was thrilled about meeting his soulmate one day. He had hoped at some point it would be Hayden, first love and all, but no matter how long they had been together, the world stayed gray. Then Hayden moved away and Brett had come into Liam’s life again, only to find his soulmate later on and Liam staying behind once more. It was okay for him, Brett and he were great friends now, and Liam knew the chances of meeting your soulmate in high school were quite small but one could dream, right? Especially when you had a best friend who had found his soulmate in Corey and was teasing Liam about his color choices all the time since then. He loved Mason but one more comment about how the color of his jacket and shirt didn’t match and he would throw a fit.

A chill breeze made Liam shiver and he pulled his jacket higher, trying to hide in it. His dad had texted him to let him know he was running late at the hospital and it would take a bit more time for him to come and pick Liam up, so Liam was left to wait for the car to finally arrive. He stood in front of the school, after lacrosse practice, bag hanging over one shoulder and watched the other team members filter out of the parking lot one by one.

Rolling his shoulders Liam fought the slight strain in his muscles from training. Coach had been merciless today, making them do the exercises over and over again and no matter how much Liam usually loved lacrosse, he was dead tired right now.

The sound of skateboard wheels on concrete made him look up and he saw a figure skating over the parking lot. Liam didn’t need to see his face to know who it was: Theo Raeken. Liam had seen him often after practice when he used the school ground to practice his skateboard stunts.   He and Liam had never spoken a word to each other as far as Liam was concerned and he had no intention to change that. He knew Theo was in the same grade as Scott, Stiles, Malia, and Lydia so he was almost two years older than Liam and also a senior but that about was it. He had his group of friends, Theo had his own and despite Corey once being part of Theo’s group, he now had integrated himself into Liam’s group of friends.

Liam looked down at his phone again and just started a game when he heard the clatter of a skateboard hitting the ground and a pained groan. Turning his head and looking up, Liam saw Theo on the ground and his skateboard a bit further away. The older clutched his left arm and glared at his board. Liam just to walk over and check if he had broken anything. Doctor’s son and such, you know?

“You okay?” He asked when approaching and Theo looked up, a look of surprise passing over his face. Then he nodded.  “Just fell, nothing major. Will be healed in a few days, it’s just a scrape.” He was still rubbing his arm and Liam held out his hand to help him to his feet which Theo gladly took.  “Thanks.” He said with a small smile and Liam returned it softly.

“You’re Liam Dunbar, right? You’re on the lacrosse team with Scott and Stiles.” Surprised the other noticed him, Liam nodded. “That’s me. And you’re Theo, you skate here often, right?” “Yeah, it’s nice when nobody is here and all those stairs and banisters are good for trying some tricks.” “Like falling off your board and breaking your arm?” Liam asked and Theo scoffed before picking up his skateboard.  “Sassy, I thought you were the shy one.” “Me? Shy?” Liam asked incredulously and laughed. “Never!”

A car honked behind him and when Liam turned around he saw his dad waving. “That’s my ride, gotta go. See you.” Theo waved goodbye and then got on his board again to skate off in the opposite direction while Liam got into his dad’s car. “Sorry for being so late.” Dr. Geyer apologized but Liam waved it off. “Don’t worry, it’s fine.” Liam sighed and leaned against the window, enjoying the warmth of the car. “Tired?” His dad asked and Liam nodded. Dr. Geyer laughed.  “I remember my lacrosse days. I had days where I could have fallen asleep standing in a corner.” Liam smiled sleepily and tried to stay awake until they were at home. There he just ate something and then changed into PJs before crawling into bed. Falling asleep was easy and he was out light a light shortly after his head hit the pillow.

It wasn’t until the next morning he noticed something was different. He had gotten out of bed after his alarm clock rang, had shuffled into the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready and only when he walked back into his room to get dressed and reached for his shirt, he stopped dead in his tracks. Because his shirt had a deep rich color Liam couldn’t quite place it but it didn’t fit with the color of his desk chair at all. Yellow, his mother had once told him his desk chair was yellow and so yellow clashed with whatever color his shirt was.

Colors. Liam could see colors.

He blinked and looked around the room, realizing everything seemed to have turned from grey to colorful. It was overwhelming, to say the least, and his jaw dropped. How on earth did this happen? When did this happen? Why did this happen? Seeing colors meant he had met his soulmate for the first time but he couldn’t remember...

The realization hit Liam harder than expected and he gulped. There had only been one person yesterday he had the first interaction ever with. And that person had been Theo Raeken.  Liam sunk down on his bed, trying to grasp all this. He must have sat there for a while because suddenly his mother barged in. “Liam, honey, are you alright?” Liam swallowed dryly and looked at her. “I can see colors, mom.” He announced. 

His parents had been enthusiastic and so proud of him, though Liam had no idea why. He did nothing except talking to somebody he always saw around school but never had a conversation with before. Still, his parents were happy and it didn’t even matter when Liam told them his soulmate obviously was a boy. They were that open-minded.

Now Liam was in school, just had gotten out of his mother’s car, and looked around, took in his fellow student’s outfits and suddenly he understood why Mason had teased him about colors. Some really clashed and Liam chuckled softly before looking down at himself. His outfit was okay, even though he was still trying to figure every color out. When you saw in black and white all your life, it was hard to recognize everything at first sight.

Walking to his locker, he took his time with looking around and enjoying the school colors. He liked the colors the lacrosse jerseys were in, he realized. Maybe that was his favorite color for now, he had not figured that out yet. Taking books out of his locker, he even studied the covers and decided he didn’t like the blue of his Biology book. Suddenly Mason and Corey appeared next to him and Liam took in his friend’s appearance. 

“What’s up?” He greeted while slamming his locker shut. They started walking towards their first class and fell in an easy conversation until Liam could not hold back himself any longer. “I can see colors.” he admitted, making Mason blink at him and Corey raising an eyebrow before getting a look of utter joy on his face. “Oh my god, you met your soulmate? Congratulations! Who is it? Why are you not together now? How did you find you meet? What did you say? That did they say?” An excited Corey was worse than Mason who now looked as happy as his boyfriend. Liam stopped walking and sighed. 

“Okay, I think I met him. I mean, obviously, I did, but it wasn’t like in the movies when you meet them and colors explode around you. Maybe because it was already too dark outside. Who? Well, I think it’s Theo Raeken. He’s the only one I had the first encounter with yesterday and suddenly boom colors.” “Theo Raeken? As in the one who sits behind Scott in biology? The one who skates around the school on a daily basis? The one who basically landed the jackpot in puberty and is one of the hottest guys around?” Mason asked fascinated and Corey cleared his throat.  “Boyfriend. Right next to you. You may be right but still though. Don’t crush on Liam’s soulmate.”

Liam blushed at this. It sounded strange, his soulmate. Had he really found them? This was all so sudden and overwhelming. Was he supposed to love Theo? Were they supposed to be together? What exactly was the etiquette for this?

“I need to talk to him.”

But talking to Theo was easier said than done and the whole Liam never got a glimpse of the older boy. It made him anxious, not being able to see where Theo stood on this. Maybe he should visit him after school at his home? But he had no idea where the other lived.

In the end, it was Theo who found Liam or rather waited outside for him when Liam exited his last period for the day. Casually leaning against the wall he smiled at Liam and Liam quietly agreed with Mason, Theo was good looking. Liam smiled back softly and Mason gave his arm a supportive squeeze before walking away with Corey. Liam stepped closer and then found he had no idea what to say. Luckily Theo seemed to have this covered. “Can I invite you to a coffee?” He asked and Liam nodded.

That’s how they found themselves at a small table in a coffee shop not far from the school. Liam usually didn’t drink coffee but for now, it would do and Theo confessed to being a coffee addict. Liam chuckled at this and when they got their orders they sat down and Liam shrugged.

“So, colors.” He said lamely. Theo nodded slowly and sipped his coffee. “Colors.” He agreed after he had swallowed. “This morning I realized my sheets were bluish green all of sudden and I more confused than ever.” He looked down at his coffee. “Are you okay with this?” He then asked and looked at Liam again. “I don’t know?” Liam said a tad helplessly. “I mean, I’m excited I found you but...I thought when you meet your soulmate...” “You would love them?” Theo finished the sentence and Liam had to agree with that. That was what he had wanted to say, so he nodded. “Do you love me?” He then asked and when Theo shook his head, he actually let out a relieved sigh. “Thank god, I was so anxious about disappointing you!” “Disappointing me? Why?” Theo asked stunned before he sipped on his coffee. “Because I maybe not return your feelings.” Liam explained and Theo shrugged. “Not all soulmates love each other that way. Some are just good friends. That’s okay. You seem like a great guy and I’d like to get to know you better.” He said nonchalantly and Liam felt himself smile.  “So, just friends?” “Just friends.” The confirmed and smirked.

****** Just friend proved to be the best decision because being friends with Theo was awesome. If you got to know him better, you realized that while he was sarcastic and secretively, he was also a great dork who liked video games just as much as Liam and they shared the same taste in movies. His other friends were stunned by their decision to just be friends, but they accepted it and Liam was happy to see Mason and Corey getting along with Theo so greatly. Scott and the others already knew him thanks to being at the same grade, that wasn’t much of a problem. But Theo’s biggest fans by far were Liam’s parents.

They had insisted on getting to know their son’s soulmate, friendship or not, and so Liam invited Theo for dinner on a Friday night. Theo had accepted with a smile and Liam had been happy yet when Friday came around he was a nervous wreck. But when Theo finally knocked at the door and hugged Liam in greeting, it disappeared. He felt calmer around Theo, had noticed this weeks ago. His IED was calmed too and so this was still something he needed to tell Theo about but that had time. Theo had smiled at him, rubbing Liam’s arm as if he knew what his soulmate was thinking. Maybe he did or he was just good at reading Liam. 

When Theo greeted his parents, Liam could basically see his mother swooning about this charming young man. His step-dad had been a bit more distant at first but that quickly went out the window when Theo started asking questions about his work at the hospital, proving he knew a thing or two about said the field of work. Dr. Geyer was delighted to have somebody interested what he had to say and ask smart questions, so he was sold too. And Liam could not help but feel proud at this parents liking his soulmate so much. Something inside him felt whole at this and when he talked to Mason about it, Mason confirmed it. He had the same way when Corey had been accepted into his family. “It means your other half is where it needs to be. With you and your family, and I think that’s amazing, Liam.”  Liam had to agree.

He just wished Theo could feel the same when it came to his own family but that meeting had been a disaster. Liam learned that Theo’s parents were two workaholics, too busy to really focus on their son or anything else than their work. They had sat at the table and the way they handled the dinner made Liam feel like it was just another business meeting. And Theo’s older sister Tara, well, the siblings didn’t get along. She was at college but had been there for the dinner and the two siblings fought the whole time. She called Theo “brat”, he called her “bimbo”, face hardened and eyes dark with anger. His face only softened when Liam put a hand on his leg and gave it a soft squeeze. Theo had turned to him and smiled weakly. So yes, the Raekens weren’t as welcome as his own family but they were part of Theo so Liam accepted them.

Theo himself seemed happy about having found Liam and the colors in his life. Corey and Mason had told Liam Theo’s style had improved since they had become soulmates, now that he could see colors, and according to them he looked even better now than before. Liam had not fully understood what that was supposed to mean but he had nodded along with it, all the while questioning the little twitch he felt in his chest when they mentioned how good looking Theo was. It confused him for a while but then other things came to his mind and he forgot about it.

And the Beacon Hills had a lacrosse game against Devenford Prep. The game itself was fairly unspectacular, it had been just a friendly game, nothing too serious, and afterward, there was a bonfire. Liam and his friends were gathered near the fire, drinking and chatting, having a good time when Liam suddenly felt himself getting pulled back and somebody kissed his cheek. 

“Good game tonight, Dunbar.” Brett called out and Liam beamed at his ex-boyfriend-now turned friend. Elias, Brett’s soulmate and boyfriend, offered Liam an honest smile and Liam returned it warmly. They both knew no matter how affectionate Brett still was with Liam, Liam was no danger to what Brett and Elias had. And, Liam had said it from the start, they were a great couple. So Elias was okay with the hugs, lose headlocks and sometimes cheek kisses the ex-couple shared. 

Brett now greeted the rest of the group until his eyes fell on Theo. He grinned. “And who are you?” He inquired, casually grabbing Liam’s shoulder to teasingly squeeze it, something he always had done. He liked to touch Liam and Liam didn’t mind. But he could have sworn he saw Theo’s eyes narrowing at the contact before he stepped closer to Liam. “I’m Theo, Liam’s soulmate.” He introduced himself and Brett laughed. “What? Congratulations, Li, that’s awesome!”

But Liam was more focused on Theo’s reaction than on Brett’s words. Theo’s eyes had narrowed once more at the nickname and his whole posture was stiff, jaw clenched. He had been carefree before but then Brett and Elias showed up and that’s when his behavior had started to change. Oh shit! Now that he thought about it, it made sense. Elias knew Liam and Brett were like this around each other but Theo didn’t. Holy shit, his soulmate was jealous which was deeply confusing because they weren’t even dating. To test his theory, he turned to Brett and smirked at him while putting one hand on the taller boy’s chest.  “Awesome, right? Who would have thought, huh?” Side-eying Theo Liam wasn’t disappointed, Theo’s jaw clenched even more at the touch and before he could lash out, Liam dropped his hand and took a step back from Brett.  His ex was still grinning from ear to ear. “I want the whole story.” He demanded but then somebody else called his and Elias’ name and he pointed at Liam. “Later on. Text me.” He called out and walked over to the other guy. Liam watched them walk away before he grabbed Theo’s hand.  “Can I talk to you for a second?”

Before Theo could even answer, Liam pulled him away from their group of friends and into a quieter corner.  “The hell was that?” He asked then, brows furrowing. “What was what?” Theo played it off and Liam’s frowned deepened.  “I saw the way you tensed and glared at Brett. Were you jealous? I mean, I know you were, but why?” It made something inside him flutter like his heart had gotten too much coffee or something. What was going on? Theo looked away from Liam, jaw working until he finally found the right answer. “Well, what’s between Brett and you?” He questioned and looked back at Liam. “We’re friends.” Theo gave him a look that spoke volumes and Liam sighed. “We have been dating before he found Elias, his soulmate.” “So he’s your ex.” Theo stated and Liam nodded with a shrug. “Yep.” He still didn’t get the big deal but it seemed like Theo wouldn’t fill him in on that either. He was about to ball his hands in fists thanks to his frustration when he noticed something. They were holding hands. 

The whole time, since Liam took Theo’s hand to pull him away, they had been holding hands and Theo had not tried to break it once. Liam stared at their hands and he swallowed. Theo seemed to notice something was going on because he frowned now. “You okay?” Liam tore his eyes away from their hands in order to look at his soulmate. “You...We are...” Taking a deep breath to focus on one thing, he tried again. “Why were you jealous? Bret and me, that’s history. He’s happy with Elias.” Theo shrugged and looked sheepishly at that, “Can’t a guy get jealous just because?” “No.” Liam said but no matter how much he wanted to find out what had gotten into Theo, he also didn’t want to start any drama either. For now, he would let it slide. “Doesn’t matter, let’s continue to enjoy the party, shall we?” Theo nodded, lips forming into a small smile which Liam returned.

He took a few steps forward to walk back to their group, pulling Theo along (they still were holding hands despite them both acknowledging it but it seemed like Liam’s brain didn’t want to give the command to let go just yet) when another person stepped in Liam’s path. The two of them collided and Liam felt ice cold beer splash over the front of his shirt. It came that suddenly, Liam let out a loud gasp and stumbled back.

“Shit, I’m sorry...Oh, it’s you!” Liam looked up from his ruined shirt and stared at the other person. Tobias, a former class member of Liam at Devenford Prep and one of the guys Liam mostly got in fights with, glared at Liam. He was taller than Liam but that had never stopped Liam. Both disliked each other quite fiercely and even now Liam felt tense.

“Tobias, what are you doing here? You’re not even on the lacrosse team.” Tobias glared harder. “So? I still can attend a game of my school right? You know what part I liked the most? When you were tackled to the ground.” He laughed mockingly and Liam growled.  “Listen, I don’t want any fight tonight. This is a party!” He gritted out. “Oh, Liam, did they teach you that in anger management? That’s cute, really.”  Liam growled again, letting go of Theo’s hand to ball his hands into fists this time. He tried to keep his condition in check but his anger was rising and Tobias knew that given how taunting his smile was. “What, Liam? Pulse’s rising? Are you getting angry? Want to break some more bones than you already have?”

“Asshole!” Liam spat and made a step forward. If Tobias wanted to fight, he would not back down. He gripped Tobias by the collar of his shirt and raised his fist, ready to punch, when a strong grip around his wrist made it impossible to move. He was yanked back and Theo stepped between them, facing Liam. He kept his grip on Liam’s wrist and used it to pull Liam close to himself.

“Let it go, he’s really not worth it.”He muttered so only Liam could hear it. Liam growled in return. “He deserves it!” He spat and Theo shook his head before taking control and dragging Liam away from Tobias, effectively stopping Liam from doing something he would regret later on. Doesn’t mean Liam was happy about it and struggled against the grip. “Let go!” He demanded loudly and Theo only let him go when they were far away enough from the fire. “What’s up with you?” He asked, making Liam face him. Liam just huffed, too angry to actually voice his thoughts or explain himself. “He’s a freaking asshole!” He said instead, extending his arm to point towards the fire. Theo reached out and grabbed both of his wrists, softer this time, “Hey, Liam, look at me and take some deep breaths, okay? You’re completely riled up, you need to calm down.” He uttered slowly and despite Liam being angry he felt himself following Theo’s instructions. What was with Theo and his way to keep him calm?

But with calming down came also the realization of what happened and with that came the shame. Liam pulled away from Theo and hid his face in his hands. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.” “About what?” Theo asked him, voice still soft and so caring. Something Liam didn't really deserved. “I snapped. This is not how I wanted you to see me. Like ever.” He tried to find the right words and failed in the end. “I never wanted you to see me when my condition breaks through.” Theo frowned. “Your condition?” “I suffer from IED.” Liam admitted, still so ashamed he couldn’t look into Theo’s eyes. “And I’m sorry.” He muttered.  “What are you sorry about?”  “That you have a soulmate who is obviously broken. You deserve someone who doesn’t lose his cool at any given moment.”

Theo was silent for a moment then he put his fingers under Liam’s chin and made him look up. “Liam, listen to me. You are not broken and you don’t have to be ashamed. It’s okay. You’re obviously working on it.” He tried a supportive smile. “And I would like to help you with it. You are my soulmate, we’re in this together, okay? Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, would change how I think about you, okay?” Liam listened to what Theo said and the swallowed around the lump in his throat. He had the perfect soulmate, someone who truly got him. He hesitantly smiled back, prompting Theo to stroke over his cheek softly. “Thanks for keeping me from punching Tobias.” Theo chuckled. “That’s my job. Though I have a feeling he would have deserved it.” Liam snorted. “He would have but still, thanks for stopping me. You’re good at that, you know? Keeping me calm. Like you were born for this job.” “Maybe I was. I am your soulmate after all. And, Liam, you are so perfect, you deserve someone to take care of you.”

The looked at each other for a few moments and Liam finally cleared his throat. “Theo?” “Hm?”  “When did we move so close together?”

It was true, they were chest to chest and their faces only inches apart and they had not even noticed it until now. And now that they did, it was hard to ignore how close they were pressed together. Theo’s eyes fell on Liam’s lips and Liam unconsciously licked them. 

“Well....” The older started but was cut off when Liam leaned in and kissed him. It made Theo sigh into the kiss and then his hand was on Liam’s face, fingers caressing his cheek, and Liam shuddered softly. This felt good, right even, and he wondered why he never had thought about doing this sooner. He had been so focused on making their friendship worked that he had ignored how strong his feelings had gotten over time. And now here they were, kissing in the parking lot, slow and soft, and Liam tentatively wrapped his arms around Theo’s neck while the other put his hands on Liam’s waist and pulled him closer. Their kiss slowly got deeper, more sensual and now it was Liam who sighed. 

When they pulled away from the kiss to catch their breath, Theo hummed. “I’d like to do this more often.” He confessed and Liam smiled, softly tugging at Theo’s hair. “Me too.” He admitted. “So, want to go back to the party or leave? My parents are out of town.” Theo invited him and Liam gave him a quick kiss. “Sounds promising. Let’s leave.”

He would send Mason a text and let him know he was with Theo. And then he probably would send a second text telling his best friend that his plan of keeping a friendship with his soulmate had not worked out. But that was okay because he now had a great boyfriend by his side. In the end, they would work everything out if they just listened to their hearts. Fate had bound them together for a reason after all. 

I dig Thiam and being jealous, sue me. So I had to write this little scene in this story.  Hope you liked all of it.

#thiamweek2k17 #thiam #my writing

[ravewulf]

“You fall in love more than once” - Melissa McCall

I think this quote more than anything represents the pairings that Teen Wolf presents. The characters get together and break up in new configurations all over the place showing us that relationships are temporary, especially during our formative years.

For the purposes of this meta I’m going to ignore the nu!pack and only go with Stiles and Scott’s class and above. I will be getting to Sterek, but first let’s go through the relationships we’ve had so far.

Scott/Allison - Scott’s first relationship where he ends up being a bit too controlling in some cases. Allison breaks it off and although there is still attraction between them, she has no intention to get back together with him - even if she had lived.

Scott/Kira - Scott gets a bit better, but like with the full story of Allison’s mom’s death, he keeps important information from her about her fox that she deserved to know. Kira leaves to better understand and control her powers.

Scott/Malia - Up next

Allison/Isaac - Allison’s rebound from Scott. Probably wouldn’t have lasted in the long run, but sadly Allison died.

Lydia/Jackson - The power couple with problems and true caring underneath. Jackson left for London.

Lydia/One night stands - Lydia owns her sexuality and moves on from Jackson

Lydia/Aiden - Although Aiden may have initially been told to use Lydia as leverage against the pack, Lydia turned it around and made Aiden change for the better. Long term prospects probably weren’t great even if Aiden hadn’t died.

Danny/His ex from season 2 - Off and on again relationship until Danny starts a steady relationship with Ethan in season 3A

Danny/Ethan - Actually a reasonably healthy relationship. Ethan comes clean about werewolves before he leaves but Danny already knew.

Jackson/Ethan - Up next? Implied but not solidly confirmed.

Sheriff Stilinski/Claudia Stilinski - Rocky from her FTD and cut short by her death

Natalie Martin/Mr. Martin - Divorced

Sheriff Stilinski/Natalie Martin - One date. Pretty awesome for Linden and Susan to play opposite each other as they are married in real life (1986).

Melissa McCall/Rafael McCall - Divorced, although Rafael isn’t as bad as we were initially led to believe.

Melissa/Peter- Peter trying to get to Scott

Melissa/Chris - Present

Chris/Victoria - Her death thanks to anti-werewolf prejudices

Peter/Corinne aka The Desert Wolf - WTF Peter, WTF Talia, and WTF Corinne

Derek/Paige - Paige died from a failed werewolf bite forced on her by Ennis. She asks Derek to mercy kill her to spare her the pain.

Derek/Kate - Kate committed statutory rape at an absolute minimum, murdered Derek’s family, as well as emotionally/physically torturing him later.

Derek/Jennifer - Jennifer used power gained from virgin sacrifices to magically seduce and rape Derek

Derek/Braeden - Casual relationship that Derek uses to get over what Kate (and potentially Jennifer) did to him, taking back control of his romantic life. Derek implicitly ends the relationship before the final battle at the end of season 4 by rejecting her weapons. Meta - Braeden represents a helpful deity of bardo in a parallel to Jacob’s Ladder. That movie in turn leads to An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge and the Sterek dream at the end of season 3B

Stiles/Heather - Almost friends with benefits before she was virgin sacrificed

Stiles/Caitlin - Kissed in Derek’s loft at a rave where she asked him if he was bi. Her girlfriend Emily was also virgin sacrificed

Stiles/Malia - Started as dub con all around given Stiles being possessed/drugged and her not knowing human social norms from being a wild werecoyote. Better consent but not always better communication after thanks to it being a first relationship for both of them. They fell apart but stay on good terms after.

Stiles/Lydia - Present

Only 3/25 (4/26 if you count Jackson/Ethan) of those pairings are current (again, ignoring the nu!pack). 22 of them have already ended in some way or another. Given Teen Wolf’s history with canon relationships, what are the chances that all three (or four) remaining ones are going to be endgame vs ended? They might be, but they also might not. We just don’t know at this point.

For Derek and Stiles, the longer Jeff keeps them from being a couple the less we need to worry about him breaking them up. If he had gotten them together sooner and kept them together he’d have to make a special exception instead of treating them exactly the same as all the other relationships listed above.

The best-case scenario would be showing Stiles and Derek entering into a relationship (or implying it) towards the end of the last episode. This way Jeff knows he isn’t bound by treating them the same as the other couples and knows he can’t upset fans from doing something wrong with their relationship after they get together. Instead it would be completely up to fans to decide what their relationship would be like after the show.

Another possibility is to end the series with everyone single and let all fans determine which pairings they want to take place post-canon. This lets shippers avoid angering other shippers over breaking up a couple that was endgame in canon.

I do think that what Teen Wolf does is show multiple possible pairings to choose from so we can pick the ones we want to explore. If we find one (or more!) that strikes our fancy but don’t like how the show did it we’re more than welcome to diverge from canon to explore our ideal versions of that relationship. After all, that’s part of the whole point of fanfiction - exploring all the “what if’s” that we come up with.

#Teen Wolf #Teen Wolf meta #Sterek #Derek Hale #Stiles Stilinski #Derek #Stiles #meta #seeing the whole board

[allthingsteenwolf20]

Girls night vs Guys night - Part 1 (Pack mom)

It was an ordinary friday night and the pack was over at the Hale loft relaxing with the little time they had before they were whisked off on another supernatural battle. Scott and Stiles were lounging around almost on top of each other on the large couch watching a movie playing on the big flat screen tv. Malia and Kira were sat at the dining table studying together for an upcoming chemistry test. Lydia and Derek were working around the kitchen taking things in and out of the oven preparing dinner and Y/N was stood whisking a chocolate mousse together putting it into small serving glasses knowing it was the pack’s favourite with Liam pressed against her side. He usually did this if he was upset or missed her.

The pack had been away from each other for quite a while and Liam really started to miss Y/N. In his eyes, she was his mother. Maybe not by blood but for all intents and purposes. She treated him as her own. Everyone in the pack even knew that Liam was her baby being the youngest in the pack and still very new to the supernatural world. “Liam, baby. Are you sure you don’t want to sit down at the table?” Y/N asked him as she tried to move around the kitchen to grab the small hand held grater to put the finishing touches of shaved chocolate on top of the mousses. “No momma”, he replied shaking his head looking up at her with his innocent baby blue eyes. Y/N couldn’t help but melt at his adorableness and chuckled before pressing a loving kiss to his forehead. “You really missed your momma, didn’t you pup?” Derek commented smiling at the young beta who blushed slightly and nodded. “Ok baby, I’m almost done”, she replied smiling at him. Derek and Lydia exchanged a smile as they looked over at Y/N seeing how much she adored the pack’s youngest beta who was pressed into her side wanting to be with her. Y/N put the dessert in the fridge to set for later and breath a sigh of relief that everything was done almost on time. “Alright, the timer is set for 10 more minutes”, Lydia stated taking her hair out of the makeshift bun giving her head a shake as her beautiful red curls fell perfectly into place. “Thanks Lydia. You go rest, I’ll check it after”, Y/N dismissed her. Lydia nodded and pulled out her phone making her way into the living room joining the girls. Derek took out dishes from the cupboard and headed to the dining table to set everything up.

“Momma?” Liam asked her. “Yes baby?” She replied lovingly running her fingers through his soft sand coloured hair. “I wish I was small enough so you could hold me”, he blushed looking up at her. Y/N smiled down at him and couldn’t but let out an aww. She leaned down and picked him up in her arms. “Like this, baby?” She cooed looking at him still blushing. Liam instantly wrapped his arms around her neck and his legs around her torso as he nuzzled into her neck. “You’ll always be my baby”, she reassured him and pressed a loving kiss to his temple as she stood in the kitchen gently swaying side to side rubbing his back. “Don’t fall asleep, honey. It’s almost dinner time”, she told him. She headed to dining table where Malia and Kira were sat. “Are you guys done studying? Dinner’s almost ready”, she told them. “Yeah we just have one last little bit to-” Kira didn’t manage to finish her sentence as she looked up to see Y/N holding Liam as if he was a toddler. But Y/N shook her head and mouthed “don’t ask”. Kira nodded and went back to finishing their bit of studying before the food was brought out for dinner.

Dinner was ready. It consisted of roasted chicken legs, sweet potatoe mash and various plates of streamed veg. “Hey, so I have an idea if you guys are up for it?” Stiles began shoving a forkful of food into his mouth. “We’ll our pack nights have always been the same since forever so I thought how about we change it up?” He suggested. “Ok, I’m listening. What did you have in mind?” Y/N asked plating up some food for Liam. “How about we split pack night into a girls night/guys night?” He suggested. “Sick of us already?” Malia joked as she began tearing through her chicken as if it would get up and run off her plate. “I like the sound of that. So you mean us girls crash together and you guys crash for the night?” Y/N asked to which Stiles nodded. “Yeah like we could do our own thing, it’ll be different?” He asked the others. They all replied with a mix of yeah and sure.

“Ok so next week, the guys will meet up at my place and the girls can stay here?” Scott asked. “Yeah sounds good”, everyone agreed. But one little beta didn’t like the idea at all. He didn’t like being away from Y/N. “We have to be away from you guys for a whole weekend?” Asked Liam. “Yeah, come on man. It’ll be fun,” Scott reassured him clapping a hand on the young beta’s shoulder but he just shrugged. “But I don’t like being away from you, momma”, Liam replied looking up at her with his big blue eyes and hurt puppy expression. “Then you can stay with me, that’s ok right?” She asked the others. “No no, we’re going to do this properly. Liam, you can be a big boy for one night”, Stiles teases him. “Stiles”, Y/N addressed him rather sternly giving him the “don’t you dare pick on my baby” look. She turned to Liam to reassure him he would be ok sensing he was already a little nervous. “You don’t have to scared, baby. Derek will look after you but you really feel like you can’t spend the night then Derek will bring you home”, she told him placing a kiss to his forehead. Liam gave her a small smile and slowly nodded sighing in defeat. “That’s my good boy”, she praised him and topped up his plate letting him get back to eating his meal.

~ time skip to the next weekend ~

Friday night came around quicker than expected. It was after 4pm and the guys were gathering at Scott’s getting ready for their pack night without the girls. “This is going to be awesome!”, Stiles exclaimed excitedly as he grabbed a handful of potatoe chips and sat down on the couch. “Just behave yourselves. I’m not babysitting”, Derek stated to which the others rolled their eyes at him. Liam sat on the single chair and stared down at his phone. “We’ll call her later to say goodnight. Don’t worry, pup”, Derek reassured him. You might say he had pack dad duty but in reality he knew Y/N would be beyond mad if he didn’t take care of her little beta. He saw how much of a motherly figure she was to Liam keeping him anchored and just being there for him so he tried to help out whenever he could. The guys spent their night watching movies, playing video games, eating pizza and other junky snacks. Liam joined Derek on the couch. The older Alpha put an arm around the pup’s shoulder pulling him into him. “You’re ok, pup”, he constantly reassured him.

However over at the girls pack night was a similar story. They were all gathered in the living room on the huddled in one big blanket watching the other woman. Lydia objected processed foods so she whipped up some healthy snacks. “Lydia, I love you and this is great but for once I have a full packet of gummy worms and you’re not taking those away from me”, Y/N told her taking them out from the top shelf of the cupboard and heading back to the living room to regain her spot.

The four of them were huddled under the blanket. “Someone’s going to be lonely tonight”, Kira stated wiggling her eyebrows. “I’m sure Scott’s missing you”, Y/N smiled at her. “I was talking about Liam”, she told her. “He’s always glued to your hip. You don’t find it annoying?” Malia asked faking a shiver. “No, I love Liam and I know he just wants someone to give him hugs and kisses and reassure him everything is going to be ok. He’s the youngest member in the pack and still new to the supernatural world. He still has nightmares about the berserker,” she told them to which they giggled. Offended at their laughter she picked up a pillow closet to her and playfully whacked them. “Don’t make fun of my baby”, Y/N told them defending Liam. “And what about Derek? I haven’t seen him this happy in forever. I really think you might be the one for him”, Malia told her. “If you guys get married, we’ll be cousins!” She added excitedly and hugged her. Y/N rolled her eyes at her and pat Malia’s hand shaking her head. “You know he has to ask me first”, she told her. “He will, I know it”, she replied confidently. “Plus you guys already have the sex thing down”, she added casually. “Malia!” Y/N gasped and laughed. “What me and Derek do in the bedroom is none of your business”, Y/N told them. “Ooh details, do spill”, Lydia teased wiggling her perfectly shaped eyebrows at her. “You guys are unbelievable”, Y/N laughed and whacked them with a pillow again. After a brief pillow fight with all the girls laughing and collapsing on the floor out of breath they decided to settle down getting ready to sleep since it was 1:37am already.

On the boy’s side, Y/N had called Liam earlier to wish him goodnight and ease his nervous. Even though Liam had found himself calming down hearing Y/N’s voice, it still wasn’t the same than being with her. “Come on Liam, you can live one night without your momma. Don’t be a big baby”, Stiles teased him playfully. “Stiles”, Derek warned him. “No, seriously. You don’t find it weird that he’s moving in on your woman”, Stiles asked Derek. “Leave him alone. Liam means a lot to Y/N, she’s his momma. You’d know that if you understood their relationship but you don’t so I suggest you shut your trap and go to sleep”, Derek warned him placing a hand on Liam’s shoulder seeing his breathing begin to get heavy. “Yeah, whatever. If he wasn’t such a big baby maybe he’d be able to take of care himself”, Stiles remarked again taking a jab at the youngest beta. “Stiles, stop”, Scott warned him seeing that Liam’s anger was about to get the best of him. The young beta’s eyes went from their calm and gentle baby blue colour to a fiery amber. His hands balled into fists and his teeth were gritted his fangs starting to appear and even though Derek tried his best to calm down, it was too late.

Liam burst out into a roar that echoed across the whole of first floor in the McCall house. “I’M NOT A BABY!” He roared knocking the vase and photo frames off the small table beside the couch. “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING! SHE’S MY MOMMA. I NEED HER!” He began to cry as tears flowed down his cheeks. Derek did everything he could to try and calm the upset beta down. Scott jumped in and pushed Stiles aside to try and control his beta. Liam curled up into himself and laid on the floor whimpering and sniffling slowing turning back to himself. “I just want momma. Take me to momma?”, he cried looking at Derek who was sat beside him trying to calm him down. He agreed and accepted Liam’s request picking the young beta up into his arms and carrying him to his Camaro setting him down and buckling him in to drive back to the loft. “For the record, this is exactly why we don’t have separate pack nights. The girls are actually useful for something like calming down an upset beta”, Derek spat at him and got into the drivers seat and sped down the street towards his loft reassuring Liam the whole time.

Meanwhile over at the girl’s side, Y/N had received a text from Derek that he was bringing Liam back because of an incident that happened earlier. The girls groaned at the news. “I know, I know but my baby needs me”, Y/N told them. It wasn’t long until the loft door opened and Liam raced over to Y/N who welcomed him with open arms as he cried into her neck. “Momma”, he whined hugging her with every bit of none supernatural strength he had but still careful not to hurt her. Y/N looked over at the girls to see Malia and Kira were in the process of falling asleep. “We’ll be fine. You go take care of Liam”, Lydia reassured her settling down to rest. “….’m sorry momma, I didn’t mean too”, he cried against her neck. She picked him up in her arms and hushes him pressing a loving kiss to his cheek. “It’s ok, baby. Momma’s right here. I understand. You’re safe now. You’re staying here with me, understand?” She continued to tell him calming him down. Liam nodded against her and began to calm down but he held on to her as if she was his only lifeline. Derek filled her in on what happened and she sighed. She was so stupid to let him go when he obviously still needed her. “Everything’s going to be ok, momma’s got you” she whispered hushing him in her arms.

She took him upstairs in to her shared bedroom with Derek following behind her and pulled back the duvet and placed Liam on the bed to lay down. She laid beside him and took him into her arms, kissed his forehead and continued to reassure him everything was ok and that he was safe with her, slowly running her fingers through his hair and occasionally brushing his tear-stained cheeks with the pad of her thumb in a soothing motion to calm him down and eventually help him fall asleep.

Liam spent the rest of the night snuggled up against Y/N’s chest as she held him protectively in her arms using her fingers to comb through his hair as he finally let himself fall asleep knowing his momma was here to take care of him. “I can’t believe I was so stupid to let him go”, Y/N whispered to Derek as he climbed in behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed a kiss to her neck. “Don’t be silly, babe. This isn’t your fault. If Stiles hadn’t teased him then it wouldn’t have triggered his IED and none of it would have happened. He’s still learning to control his anger and his shift so he needs you to keep him anchored”, Derek reassured her stroking her forearm lovingly with the pad of his thumb. “We’ll discuss it all tomorrow. Let’s get some rest”. He told her and settled down to get to some. Y/N looked down at Liam nuzzled against her chest and she leaned down and placed one last loving kiss to his cheek before laying down between both her boys to get some rest.

Tomorrow was going to be really something.

#teen wolf #teen wolf pack mom #pack mom #pack mom imagines #reader #derek hale #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #liam dunbar #malia tate #lydia martin #kira yukimura #attwimagines

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               allison argent: silver huntress.

     Allison Argent is a character from MTV’s TV show Teen Wolf. She was raised as a relatively normal girl, except that her family traveled a lot throughout her childhood. She was also a national-level archery competitor. The Argents finally settled down in Beacon Hills, California, when Allison was a sophomore in high school.

     There, she met and fell in love with Scott McCall. She didn’t find out until several months into their relationship that Scott was a werewolf. And it wasn’t until after that discovery that her father finally told her that her family hunts werewolves. She then began her training as a werewolf hunter, keeping her relationship with Scott a secret.

     However, during one of many conflicts that made their way to Beacon Hills, Allison’s mother died. She killed herself after sustaining a bite from a werewolf. After that, Allison became disillusioned with the world of supernatural creatures and attempted to distance herself from it, but failed. After she and her father realized they were being manipulated by her grandfather, they broke off from their family and established their own code: we protect those who cannot protect themselves.

     Though her relationship with Scott suffered through their struggles in opposing worlds, Allison remained loyal to his pack after rejecting her grandfather’s indoctrination. She fought with them as an archer, until they faced a fox demon that possessed their friend, Stiles. During the final battle with the Nogitsune, she was killed. She died in Scott’s arms telling him that she will always love him.

     I usually write Allison as though she was gravely injured during that battle, but survived it. I tend to prefer writing my muses as adults, so my “default” is to write her a few years after this experience. Further details vary from plot to plot.

               personality.

     Allison is proud, headstrong, and adventurous. She loves to laugh and she’s willing to bend rules to have fun if she thinks she can get away with it. She’s also realistic and prudent, carefully assessing risks before she takes them. She’s loyal to those people and causes she cares about.

     She’s an expert marksman, and she’s trained to use a bow in both short- and long-ranged combat, as a ranged and melee weapon. She is also proficient with a range of other weapons, including firearms, blades, and even bolas. Buuut that’s about the only thing she’s good at it. If it isn’t combat or battle strategy, she probably sucks at it.

     My particular Allison muse is pretty sex-driven, but she’s inclined towards casual or short-term relationships. She’s not promiscuous — she won’t sleep or flirt with just anyone. Either you are her type, or you’re not. She’s very pansexual, and she goes for lots of different types of people, but she’s scared of commitment and will likely try to stay away from crushes on nice, sweet people who want a white-picket-fence kind of future.

               rules.

    Please see the rules page on the blog. But here are some specific reiterations for Allison.

Allison loves being unpredictable, so don’t try to godmod her. If you want your muse to physically contact her in a post, either end it there or ask me privately about the nature of the contact.

DO. NOT. AUTOSHIP. I can’t stress this enough. Chemistry is absolutely paramount for shipping with me and any of my muses. Even if you see the ship listed below, it’s important for us to feel out writing chemistry before we plot anything deliberately romantic.

That said, if we don’t ship (yet), feel free to send her a meme if I post one. If she’s not feeling it, I’ll just delete it, but memes can be a great way to get an idea how she feels about a muse/ship.

Most crossover ships are ship-exclusive — meaning that I likely won’t do it again. If I ship with one Steve Rogers, I likely won’t ship with another. Crossover ships take a lot of effort to build, and unless one person’s take on a muse is drastically different from another’s, I prefer to honor the investment I’ve made with the other mun into the development of that relationship. Those ships will not be listed below.

If you wanna ship, just ask. Even if you see that I ship it with someone else, or I don’t list it below, there’s no harm in asking :) If I can see something working with our muses, I’m more than happy to try it. I love to ship!

I definitely write with Allison twin muses (TWIN AUs!), and OCs with bios. I do not write with self-inserts.

               ships.

DISCLAIMER: chemistry is the god of shipping for me. ALL of the ships listed below are subject to chemistry.

Scallison. Deep in her heart, Allison feels like she will always return to Scott.

Dallison. Ah, the fate-adjacent ship. I’ll always wonder what would’ve happened between them if Derek had never met Kate.

Allydia. I’ve never gotten to write it, but I love their relationship in canon and I think it has potential to be more.

Mallison. Ugghhh, Malia and Allison would’ve been brilliant together!

Jorallison. (Jordan Parrish and Allison.) This one might seem a little out of left field, but it’s based on my chemistry with @redefinereality. I’m disinclined to try it with anyone else.

don’t know if I ship:

Stallison. I’m open to it, but I’d need a plot that makes sense and a healthy dose of chemistry.

Allisaac. It’s a cute development in canon, but I’m not convinced that relationship was built to last. Again, chemistry would be the deciding factor here.

don’t ship:

Jallison? Jackson and Allison. Whether you see him as gay or bi, the only development in canon for this relationship is pretty manipulative. And Allison would take issue with dating her best friend’s first love.

Whatever Allison/Chris is. I do write incest on my blog (tagged! cw: incest), but not this one (and not 99.9% of parent/child ships tbh).

Idk if Peter/Allison is a thing? People seem to ship Peter with friggin’ everyone in the show. But I generally don’t ship him with people significantly younger than him, so probably a no on that one.

               desired connections.

I’ll interact with anyone with a good idea of how our muses would meet, but here are some muses I’d love Allison to interact with, or those I have ideas for.

Derek Hale.

Lydia Martin.

Malia Tate.

Chris Argent.

Other Allison muses.

Supernatural hunters from any other fandom!

Dean and/or Sam Winchester.

Vampires? Any supernatural creatures, really.

Buffy characters! Bad ass huntresses UNITE!

Shadowhunters characters? Even though I don’t know much about them?

Oh god, super heroes. Vigilantes. Allison wants to be a vigilante, too!

#allison argent: silver huntress. #aa: silver huntress. / about. #private bio: please do not reblog.

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Wounded (Hurt pt. 2)

Summary: Things get steamy when you and Peter wake up

A/N: So, this chapter isn’t the greatest, I accidentally deleted the last half so, I had to rewrite it. But, I still liked it, hopefully part three will be out soon.

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You called his name as you followed him out, no response, he was down the hall a mere twenty feet ahead of you so you know he’d heard you. He rounded the corner and you began to think that this wasn’t worth it. If he isn’t going to stop then why chase him? Your walk became somewhat of a stomp as you reached the parking lot and you resisted the urge to smile as you saw his lean figure standing against your car. His smirk grew larger as he watched you approach.

"Nice of you to join me” his smirk never faltered even as you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

“Well it is my car” you told him, feigning annoyance “did your Wolfy powers go out of wack? I called your name” it was like your mind wasn’t sending the signal to your mouth to just *stop talking*, you hoped you didn’t sound like a clingy girlfriend but, you hated being ignored. During your short rant Peter’s eyes danced over your features and he had stepped so close that your noses touched.

“I’m sorry darlin’ I just didn’t want anyone to hear” his eyes filled with lust. You opened your mouth to ask what exactly he didn’t want anyone to hear when his lips came crashing down on yours you barely registered that you were kissing back until he bit your lower lip softly. Giving in eagerly to his silent request to open your mouth as he ran his tongue across yours, you let out a soft moan as he pulled you to him tight, you felt his member against you, letting out another as  he pulled away half a second later. “That, is what I didn’t want them to hear” huffing as he answered the unasked question. He bent his head and let his teeth brush your ear as he spoke “I want that noise to be reserved for my ears only”

You didn’t get a chance to respond because as quickly as it left, his mouth was back on yours and one hand was sliding its way up your shirt, the other gripped your ass tightly. “Peter” you moaned breathlessly into his mouth. Your hands found themselves eagerly pulling at the button of his pants and you began pulling them down.

Your eyes snapped open and you stared at the ceiling oh God oh God ohhh God you thought to yourself as you looked down, Peter was in the same position that you fell asleep in, arms tightly wrapped around you with his head still on your stomach. The dream momentarily pushed out of your head as you saw a sight that you’d never see well, more like felt, there was a small pool of drool right above your belly button. Resisting the incessant urge to giggle, you closed your eyes and thought back to your dream, your hand finding its way to its new favorite spot in Peter Hales dark locks. Really? A dirty dream about Peter? In Peter’s bed?! It isn’t like it’s never happened, you weren’t obsessed with the man but you couldn’t deny the fact that he was handsome. If you’re being honest you’ve had dreams like this before about a few of your other friends, what can you say that you haven’t before? They’re attractive and there’s no way to control your dreams plus you’re a grown ass woman with needs and all this supernatural stuff is seriously blocking your chances at getting anyone near you.

Seriously you were a human, how could you tell if the next guy who took you out wasn’t going to try to murder you? Your train of thought was brought back to reality when your stomach growled about ten minutes later, you’d been in the middle of eating your own food when Stiles and Peter had their argument.

“Guess that’s my cue to cook you breakfast”  Peter’s voice rasped below you. You jumped internally​.

“How uh… How long have you been awake?” You gazed at him from above.

“About twenty minutes” you could almost hear the smile on his face. Your cheeks grew hot because you’d only been awake for a few. “What were you dreaming about?” He asked mischievously. He loosened his grip slightly, only to tilt his head to look at you.

“Rainbows and Unicorns” you deadpanned, looking away from him, you wouldn’t give Peter the satisfaction. He looked at you with desire, Peter was never one to back down from a challenge so he let a slow smile cross his lips as he slowly unwrapped himself from you and slid so that his head was burrowed into your neck, never letting his body stop touching you. He brought his lips to your ear.

“Lucky unicorn” his breath tickled your cheek and he let his tongue graze your ear. “How do you like it?” Your head turned instantly and you met his gaze.

“W-what?” In a second, Peter stood with his regular amused smirk and a lazy stretch, you hated how you had to force your eyes to stay on his face so as not to look down to the small line of skin that was peeking out from under his shirt as he raised his arms.

“Your bacon? I’m cooking you breakfast” the smirk he wore now stretched into a smile. Ladies and gentlemen, Peter Hale is back. You followed his lead and stretched before you left the bed.

“Extra crispy” you tried to run your fingers through your hair but you were met with a clump of leaves and mud. “I’m gonna need to borrow your shower” you told him with a scrunched face.

“Be my guest.” He pointed towards his master bath “towels are in the top cupboard” you nodded and headed towards his bathroom, saying it was huge was an understatement, this place was massive. Who needs this much room to shower? You couldn’t help thinking. There was a large jacuzzi tub on the far right side and you contemplated just hopping in and forcing Peter to bring your breakfast in while you bathed, a small giggle bubbled out at the idea, to your direct left was a door that you could only guess held the toilet.

You found the cupboard full of fluffy grey towels. And stepped into the large clear shower, it was one of the ones that had those blurred lines going through the middle so that if anyone were to be there they would only see your shoulders and above and your legs down, the entire torso blurred. You peeled off your muddy clothes and hopped into the now steaming shower. You sighed as the water hit you and thought about the previous night’s events. You couldn’t imagine how Peter felt, he may have gone about his revenge differently than the others may have liked but, it was revenge. Being with a group of supernaturals around the clock made you a little more cold hearted than you would have liked. Every one one of your friends had blood on their hands, though they didn’t like to admit it. Peter did though, he was accepting of what he did - of who he was, even if he was a little over the top at times.  Maybe that’s why you held such a soft spot in your heart for him, he never hid from you, his intentions were clear… for the most part.

You reached for your towel and wrapped it around yourself, looking around for your clothing as you stepped out and saw a pair of folded sweatpants and a too small tank top with lace straps in place of your clothing. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander as you pulled the top over your head and saw that it hugged you tightly and stopped just below your belly button. You blushed a little at the contrasting sweatpants that were much too large, they had to be Peter’s own. You tossed the towel in the hamper and walked out into the hallway following the smell of freshly cooked bacon.

As you made your way to the kitchen, you were met with a shirtless Peter, humming as he moved his way around the kitchen effortlessly. His hair still damp from a shower if his own, you avoided looking at his chest. “Thanks for the clothes” a pause, “won’t she miss her shirt” a little venom, you didn’t want to add laced your last few words. You weren’t jealous, you just thought it a little rude to give a woman another’s shirt. You were convincing yourself.

A chuckle bubbled out of him and he gestured for you to sit at the small dining table, you did. “You’re very welcome” he placed your plate with bacon eggs and small pancakes in front of you, orange juice had already been placed on the table. “I don’t think she’ll miss it very much at all” a knowing smile as he sat next to you with his own plate. You rolled your eyes and kept the conversation light after that. You both avoided talking about last night’s happening and you knew he was secretly grateful. You raised an eyebrow as he stood halfway finished with his food. “Haven’t you been wondering where your clothes are?” He answered your confused look and began walking away. “They’re in the wash” you thought back to the stripped bed and tossed a grateful smile and thought about the underwear you’d worn last night, satisfied with the lacy bra and boy short set you remembered wearing.  Not that it mattered.

“Put on some clothes!” You yelled as you heard him fumble about in the unseen laundry room. You had a very satisfied look on your face when he came back with a Henley top now hanging loosely on his torso. You kept your conversation as you both finished your meals. You chose to wash the dishes, it was only right as he was being so hospitable. A thought hit you and you couldn’t help but grin as you looked at him “Peter, am I your best friend?” The way you spoke to one another was a lot more casual and open than when he spoke to the others. You thought back to your relationship, every time you were around he was a little looser, you’d definitely been alone with him more so than anyone else, and when the rest of the pack left Peter’s you were always the last, sometimes mooching his food. Maybe you were friends after all.

The question brought a little color to Peter’s cheeks “If we have to put a label on it” he muttered. He stood behind you and leaned in, placing his arms on either side of you. “I’ve never had a best friend though, so you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t know how to behave” his hand inched their way closer to you, until his arms were pressed tightly to your sides.

You cursed your body for the way that it betrayed you, your heart rate grew quickly, you felt yourself getting moist. You had to be a big girl about this though, he’d already won this morning. You turned your body and made sure press your ass against him as you did. “Lesson one:” You stood on your tiptoes and looped a finger through his belt loop as you pressed your lips against his ear, whispering “friends don’t get this close.” you trailed your hand up his torso and flattened your palm against his chest, pushing lightly. He gave you a genuine smile as he backed away.

Your heart jumped and Peter chuckled “You are much better at this than I thought you’d be” he studied you with soft eyes, then hungry ones. “What else can you teach me? And when can I teach you?” He leaned against the sink, still invading your personal space. Flirting was one of your favorite pastimes but, he was laying it on thick.

“I can teach you many things” you took his lead and leaned against the counter with a smirk that matched his  as you watched Peter’s eyes roam your body. The little minx that was brought out of you caught you by surprise but, you couldn’t say that you weren’t enjoying this, you could play this game. Peter let out a low growl in response and made a move to grab you until, the buzz of the dryer sounded and you and Peter both stood. Peter opened his mouth to say something and you saw him visibly decide against it, he turned headed to the laundry roomm.

You took that opportunity to cool down and grab your phone. 12 messages and 9 missed calls. You sent both Scott and Derek the same generic ‘I’m fine, we’re fine’ text and turned when Peter walked in.

“The fan club trying to get ahold of you?” He quirked an eyebrow and you laughed. He held your clothes in his hands and placed them on the table.

“Just trying to see where I ran off to, last night” you shrugged.

“Do they know that you ran off with the big bad wolf?” A wolfish grin formed.

“You’re not so big, and you aren’t that bad” you told him.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m very big, and I can be very bad if you ask nicely” there he was with his growling.

“Oh, I’m sure” you said sarcastically trying to hide the fact that your heart was pounding, that a small wet spot was forming between your legs, that you wanted to see if he was bluffing or not, you tried. But then, your eyes met.

Within seconds you were up against the wall with his lips attacking yours, you didn’t give yourself a chance to think as you were kissing him back feverishly. This was no pretty kiss, there was biting, pulling, grabbing. Peter pushed his hips into yours and you grasped a handful of his hair which earned a moan from him. So much for cooling off. He began to kiss down your neck as one claw ripped the straps of your tank top, your top now hung dangerously low on your breasts. “Peter…we can’t” you said between heavy breaths.

“We can” he let out a sigh and placed a hand on the wall behind you. “We should” you bit your lip and shook your head.

“Best friends, remember?” You smiled a little as you tried to calm your breathing. You held your hand out for him to shake, he glanced at it and shook his head once.

“You and your labels” he sighed and pushed himself off the wall. “You and your everything” he let out a frustrated groan and ran a hand down his face. He took a few more steps back and watched as you stood upright. “Fine. But please don’t let that shirt get any lower because, I promise I’ll show you how big and bad I am” you let out a gasp and covered your chest quickly.

“Sorry” you told him shakily.

“Don’t be.” He said huskily. “Sorry about your shirt, I’ll  buy you a new one” he said with a wink and left the room after handing you with last night’s clothes you put your shirt on quickly and slid the other off.

You both were calmer now, and you were greatful, because there was no way that if Peter made another advance, you’d push him off. You had to get out of there.

You quickly packed your clothes in your purse and put your shoes on.

“Leaving so soon, bestie?” Peter questioned as he walked back into the room, watching your every move.

“Yeah. I’m afraid that we’ll violate our new friendship, bestie” you told him honestly and walked towards the front door, you opened it.

“Right. Best friends” he gave a mock salute and put his hand out for you to shake.

You took his hand in yours and gave a firm shake. “Exactly” you smiled up at him.

“The handshake of death.” Peter remarked and you chuckled. You pulled your hand away but Peter had a firm grip, he loosened his grip on you but held your fingers in his, “Thanks for not treating me like a wounded animal” he said seriously, looking at your hands. He let go of your hand and you gave him a small smile.

The last thing you saw while you were leaving was Peter watching you drive off from his Apartment window.

#peter hale imagine #peter hale #imagine #teen wolf imagine #teen #wolf #hurt

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Sterek best friends brother fic ch 7 released

Okay second to last Chapter is up for my fic unspeakably Desirable and it’s coming to a nice and satisfying ending.  Please give it a read and let me know what you all think!!!

link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30839885/chapters/78467519

Excerpt here:

“How could you possibly forget?” Scott asked amusedly as he casually followed Stiles up to his room. Scott was unhurried in his pursuit while Stiles was the opposite. He was quickly rushing around grabbing various items and haphazardly adding them to the pile growing on his bed. It helped that most of his stuff had yet to be unpacked.

“I just got so tired from the trip and it’s felt so far away for so long now that I’ve been forcing myself to not think about it.” He muttered pulling his top over his head. He took a quick whiff of his armpits before deciding that skipping the replication of deodorant wasn’t an option tonight, and whipped it straight back off again.

“Well just so you know,” Scott said lounging back on the small amount of free space he could locate on the bedspread and sending him a mocking smirk, “Derek’s been doing nothing but pine for tonight all week, and I’ll be telling him that you forgot about it, and he will be very hurt. Might even break up with you.”

Stiles rolled his eyes before reaching into his luggage and pulling out a small box to wave in front of Scotts gaze. It quickly wiped the grin off of his face.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to make it up to him, won’t I.” He teased and opened the box of condoms to exaggeratedly counted out five single packets. “I think this might be enough.” he said laughing at the sickened look Scott was struggling to suppress and shoving them in his back pocket.

Of course he didn’t expect to use that many, taking five had purely been for comedic effect but it was worth it for the reaction he got. Besides he was young, and pent up, who knows maybe he’d run out of condoms.

Scott took a second to swallow and Stiles wondered if he’d really just thrown up a little bit. “I thought you guys weren’t doing that?” He asked sounding sickened to be even having this conversation, but that had been one of the stipulations to rekindling their friendship so Stiles didn’t let it affect him.

“We weren’t,” He said factually, “but after tonight, we will be again…assuming Derek’s keen as well,” He added and Scott groaned.

“I knew it had to end sometime but I still feel like I took this whole celibate interlude for granted.” He whispered forlornly to the ceiling as he fell back against the sheets.

“It’s not like I’m a blushing virgin. I already had plenty of stories I could have tormented you with,” Stiles laughed enjoying the torture immensely, “All of which involve your brother, most of which involve those sheets your laying on.”

Scott rocketed out of the tangle of bedsheets faster than if Stiles had set it on fire and sent him a heady glare.

“You’re evil,” He hissed as Stiles broke down into more bouts of laughter, he had to rest his hand on his desk for a moment or risk falling to the floor, “you and Derek belong together. You’re both assholes.” He grumbled pushing Stiles aside to relocate himself on the desk chair.

It was naive of Scott to assume that Stiles hadn’t ridden Derek to a mind blowing orgasm in that chair as well, but the spots where Derek and Stiles hadn’t done it in his room were limited at best. Plus Stiles didn’t have all day to find him a safe place to sit so he decided to inform him of that later.

“Hey, don’t call my boyfriend evil.” Stiles said and if he still preened a little bit every time he got to refer to Derek as his boyfriend, well that was his business. “He’s awesome.”

“If you say so,” Scott muttered somewhat disbelievingly and rolled his eyes. This was something Stiles had been forcing himself to deal with. Scott had been making massive strides to prove how okay he was with Stiles dating his half brother and Stiles very much appreciated it but at the end of the day, Derek and Scotts relationship remained strained. Nowhere near as much as before but they weren’t about to bust out of this town driving an impala, trading their souls for each others lives, and fighting evil anytime soon…Stiles may have also been using his free time to catch up on his binge watching and sue him, Jensen Ackles is a babe. “I still don’t know what you see in that guy, he’s such a dick.” Scott added about his brother.

Stiles couldn’t stop the evil smirk if he tried and he levelled it straight at Scott, “If you’ll recall Scott, I’m rather fond of dick.”

Not missing a beat Stiles neatly ducked the stress ball that was launched at his head.

“Just hurry up and put a shirt on will you.” Scott grumbled but Stiles couldn’t help but note the tiny uptick of Scotts lips and knew that his grade A humour had struck once more.

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