#but he could probably just offer to be isaac's friend and isaac would then definitely get the key pieces

[natimiles]

Hellooo it’s the same anon from before :)

I was wondering if you could write (only if you want to! No pressure whatsoever :D) platonic headcanons or scenarios for your favourite IkemenVampire boys with a gn!reader (age is up to you). I feel like our vampire men, however handsome they are, would also be great older brothers (albeit a bit outdated on technology ahaha)

Again, please don’t write this if you don’t want to :) it was just a thought in my head and I really enjoyed your work of the IkemenVampire characters with the reader that has a tattoo, but you take priority :D

-🥀 anon (if you allow it ofc)

Hii, dear 🥀

Sorry, I’m a slow writer haha. I was finishing another fanfic, but here we go!

Sometimes I feel they have a brotherly relationship when we’re not in their routes, so I really liked it! It's my first request, so that adds to the excitement, hahaha.

I wrote them separately, I hope it's how you wanted it (:

A gn!reader with a sibling-like relationship with them | Isaac, Mozart, Jean, Arthur, Theo and Vincent, and Napoleon

Tags: gn!reader; minor spoilers from their routes.

Isaac

He accepted Comte’s offer to have some alone time for peaceful work. With the little school he and Napoleon had set up, he didn't want any more responsibilities in his life. However, as always, things never seemed to go his way.

You’re stubborn and clumsy, and he can’t make sense of half the things you do. However, for some inexplicable reason, he’s intrigued by the challenge of understanding you. Before he knows it, you’ve become a part of his daily life.

You make sure he has all his meals and encourage him to leave his room sometimes, at least to go to the garden and get some sun on his skin. You even took care of him when he was sick, never leaving his side until he was better. You talk about what you remember studying about him in school and how he should consider being a professor here. You pester him until he does what you want and pretend to cry when he runs out of patience, just to make him feel bad for the outburst; but you’re also there when he needs to talk and always defend him from others (you’re the only one allowed to tease him about the apples).

“Hey, Newt, fancy a slice of apple pie?” You managed to get Arthur to stop calling him that. You might’ve even threatened him.

He always looks for you now, whether he needs advice about his new job, has a problem, or wants to grab a meal at that downtown cafeteria. He’s happy when you seek him out for advice or to hang out on a day off. Having you around is comforting; he’s no longer alone. You’re the family he’s always wanted, and he’ll protect you with everything he has, which mainly involves glaring at others while blushing (this man is not a fighter). He still enjoys spending time alone, working. He’s aware that you’ll come looking for him if he spends too much time locked in his room.

He probably won’t say much if you meet someone you like; he’s not overprotective. However, he’ll attempt to meet them to determine if they’re a good person (he might even call Napoleon to help him with this).

Mozart

When you arrived at the mansion, things were lively, and he despised it. You’re a troublemaker; it’s obvious. Comte once warned them about how dangerous it could be to cross the door without him because they could get lost. Yet, you managed to cross it by accident! Looking back, that was a red flag already, but you keep doing stupid things every time, so it’s hard to say which one really is the red flag. He should stay away, but for some reason, he feels an urge to protect you.

As time passes, and he grows accustomed to your presence (and your chocolates, ahem), he realizes that you’re not only his new best friend but also family. In his first life, he was the youngest son and was very close to his sister, so he finds solace in your company and the new sibling-like relationship you share. 

You two are joined at the hip in no time. You’re definitely his favorite person in the world now. Congrats, you got yourself an overprotective brother — but he means well. Arthur touches you? Mozart’s there in a second with a handkerchief in hand, ready to clean you of those scoundrel’s germs. You cut your finger? He helps you bandage it. Are you taking care of the violets in the garden? He’s there beside you, keeping you company while he composes a new piece.

He loves playing for you and always shows you his new pieces first. Your opinion means a lot to him, even though you may not be as versed in music as he is. If you encourage him to play and attend more aristocratic parties, he might even give it a shot. His trips downtown have become easier since you helped him overcome his fear of carriages, so he’s gradually getting used to them.

He might even teach you a thing or two on the piano if you’re interested, so you two can play together for the residents, just as he used to do with his sister. He’s a surprisingly patient and kind teacher. It’s a side he only reveals to you and Jean, and even the soldier never sees his friend smile fondly at anyone else.

God help the person that falls in love with you. He won’t be creepy about it, but he’ll be condescending until he’s certain they deserve you and his trust. The two of you now understand Theo and Vincent a little bit better.

Jean

He’s confused about why you want to be friends with him. He doesn’t think he deserves it, yet you persist, and something inside him just allows it. As you start teaching him how to write and read, he notices how patient and kind you are.

He’s the sweetest brother you could get. He feels like you’re his older sibling (and probably is, considering how young he died). He will protect you whenever you need, after all he’s a trained soldier. He shows you his diary and everything he writes. He asks for advice and always listens intently to what you have to tell him, because you don’t judge him even when he’s having a bad day. He’s interested in your stories about the future, he can’t understand how there’s such technology (the poor guy lived in a century that didn’t even have electricity yet).

You help in his shop when you can and you take care of him. You’re the only person who can actually make him eat/drink something, at least some blanc so he doesn’t starve himself again. He doesn’t want to disappoint you. He doesn’t want you to leave him and lose another family, so he makes an effort to care at least a little bit about himself, and you praise him every time you notice it.

A customer asks for something he doesn’t know how to write yet? “Wait a minute, please, I’ll ask my sibling how to write it.” And the customer is confused, because he didn’t know Jean had a sibling.

If you fall in love, he’ll be so happy for you! Obviously, he’ll be wary of them at first, but he’s such a chill brother. He’ll miss spending more time with you, but he’ll be happy to know you’re happy.

Arthur

Chaos. That’s what happened ever since you two met. Comte might have lots of gray hair now, because of you.

He tries to scare you out of the mansion, but you laugh. He hits on you, you yawns. He threatens to bite you, you bite him first and he yelps so loud, everybody came to see what happened. And when you challenge him to a game, he doesn’t lose but it’s really close.

He is observant and really smart, so he notices fast that he really enjoys your company and wants to hang out with you more, even though he doesn’t see you in a romantic way. You make him feel confident about himself again, like his own writing, and even consider being a doctor once more. He protects you from the idiots and teaches you all he knows about card games, and you actually win twice. That’s his sibling!

You become his partner in crime, but don’t think he lets you do everything you want. He’s actually really responsible when it comes to you. He locks himself in his room sometimes, but when you do it he drags you out and makes you eat something. If you’re sick, he takes care of you and sleeps on the floor beside your bed until you’re good again. Once Isaac tried to bite you when you cut your hand, and he just put his hand in front of Isaac’s mouth to protect you. When you go out to the pub with him and Theo, no one dares coming close to you, they know your brother can be scary when he wants.

You’re going out with someone? He won’t pry much, but he wants to know if you need some advice or if something happens. He knows very well how people can be with their desires, and he just wants you to be ok. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t want you to keep your chastity nor anything like that, he just wants to make sure it’s all consented and protected. Are you in love with them? Oh, that’s nice! He can’t wait to meet them! 

Theo and Vincent

First of all, you can’t become a sibling to just one of them. Theo would be devastated and Vincent would certainly miss his brother. That’d end up with the three of you as a family anyway, so…

Vincent’s been nice to you since the first moment, so it’s not hard to befriend him. But Theo is a different story. He actually just starts to try being nice to you when he sees you defending and helping Vincent with his emotions. You also help him with his work and some problems from his previous life, and he ends up grateful. And the three of you are inseparable now.

Theo likes to hear you talk about the arts from the future, Vincent hears your ideas for painting and likes to use you as a model, and you make sure they’re healthy and eating while working. They have a strong protector feeling towards you, you’re their youngest sibling. 

You're really proud of your new family. The first art exposition you help with is actually a success because you talked so much about your brothers that everybody got curious. You protect them with everything you have. Theo still calls you hondje, but you can’t blame him. You bark and bite anyone who tries to mess with them, and he says he can almost see a wagging tail when they come home, and you greet them.

You start painting, even if you don’t know how to do it. Vincent is patient enough to guide you and teach you the basics. Theo tries to be supportive, but what the hell is that paint supposed to be? If you look upset about his comments, he’ll apologize and give you a stack of pancakes to cheer you up.

May the lord have mercy from the person that falls for you. Vincent is an angel, but he doesn’t want you getting hurt, so he’ll find out if they’re trustworthy before being too nice. Theo is savage from the first moment he meets them. You’re upset with him and he can’t stand it, so he’ll try to be a little nice. Keyword: try.

Napoleon (I already see him as an older brother)

He tried to help you from the first second you passed the door, so you bonded quickly. He has the urge to protect you since you seem pretty reckless on your own. He likes taking care of others; he already has Isaac as a younger sibling, so he certainly doesn't mind having you too.

He helps you get used to this new century, giving you a tour through the city and assisting you with some chores. You help with his and Isaac's school; the kids love you so much that he can't help but find it endearing. You quickly come to rely on him, as it's really easy to trust him. You ask for his help whenever you need it, even if it's as simple as teaching you how to dance so you can go to a ball, and he gladly helps you.

He’s not overprotective; he offers his advice and trusts you’ll make good decisions on your own. However, he makes sure to draw the line for Arthur, he doesn’t want you getting hurt or bitten… Ok, he might want to overprotect you sometimes. He’ll teach you self defense, just in case.

He’ll try not to pry too much if you fall in love with someone, you’re a nunuche but you’re trustworthy. He knows you’ll come to him if you need something or if your heart gets broken — and may the Lord have mercy if it actually happens.

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[bingbongsupremacy]

ABC's

I tried thinking of characters with names that matched the ABC originally, but I'm just going by fic names now. Some r probably going to be short.

The plain x reader stories don't describe body type, size or gender.

Coming soon....

Almonds - Abby Anderson x reader

Summary: Abby shares the last bit of her food with you when times get tough.

Baby - Joel Miller x reader who can get pregnant

Summary: It's getting harder and harder to spend time with your husband and you have some really important news. (Pre-Outbreak)

Camp Counselor Pt. 2 - Steve Harrington x plus sized reader

Summary: It's your third year being a camp counselor at Camp Hawkins and your 7th year knowing Steve. Every year your crush seems to grow stronger and stronger.

Don't Let Me Go - Ellie Williams x reader

Summary: After a near death experience, you're afraid for Ellie to leave you alone.

Every Night - Max Mayfield x reader

Summary: Every night since 7th grade, Max has made it a mission to say goodnight -Face to face. At tonight's visit, you discover that your friendship might have been more than you thought it was.

Fall Out - Isaac Lahey x reader

Summary: Your relationship with Isaac grows more and more strained as the days go by. Will he finally tell you what's going on?

Gumball Machine - Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: All you want is a gumball. Unfortunately, you're out of change.

Heart Breaker - Jonathan Byers x reader

Summary : No matter what you do, Jonathan Byers will never be in love with you. Not the way he is with Nancy anyways.

Incognito - Eddie Munson AU x reader

Summary: All you wanted was a cup of coffee from the new cafe on Main Street. You definitely didn't expect to spill coffee on the Metal Icon Eddie Munson.

Jacket - Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: The night Chrissy went over to Eddie's trailer, you went to. I mean, you weren't going to let Chrissy just go to a strangers house without back up. Unfortunately, when things go wrong, you end up on the same wanted poster as Eddie. Together, you're forced to run away.

Knock Knock Pt.2 - Ellie Williams College AU

Summary: A simple request to turn the music down turns into a frustrating back and forth battle. Why does your neighbor have to be so damn attractive?

Lonely - Eddie Munson Zombie Apocolypse AU

Summary: A few days after the zombie apocolypse took over Hawkins you lost everyone. Once you finally run out of supplies, you're forced to venture out into the town, hoping not to run into anyone and make it to safety alive. Unfortunately, life doesn't always go how you want it.

Maybe Someday - Max Mayfield

Summary: You're in love with your best friend. Maybe someday she'll like you back.

New Traditions - Ellie Williams

Summary: While hanging out with Ellie you learn she's never celebrated Christmas before.

Outcast - Eddie Munson

Summary: Making friends in a new town is proving to be very hard. That's why when a strange guy asks if you want to join his club, you don't hesitate to join. After all, how bad could these guys be?

Promise - Eddie Munson

Summary: Eddie promised to come back. After Eddie cut the sheet, preventing you from following him back into the upside down, he promised he'd come back.

Quiet - Johnathan Byers

Summary: When El offers to watch your newborn baby, you're finally able to get some desperately needed sleep.

Reciprocate - John Murphy

Summary: For as long as you've known John, he's always held you at an arms length distance. He's never shared more than he has to. That's why when his behaviors start changing, you're very confused.

Secret Admirer - Steve Harrington

Summary: Never would you have imagined that someone could have a crush on you.

Tell Me Pretty Lies - Theo Raekan

Summary: You've had a feeling that Theo might be cheating on you for a while. Is everything he's said a lie?

Under the Trees - Robin Buckley

Summary: You're in love with Robin. You have been since Freshman year. It breaks your heart whenever she talks about another girl. Unfortunately for you, lately that seems to be all she has to talk about.

Valentine - Max Mayfield

Summary : You ask Max to be your Valentine, unsure of how it's going to play out.

Weak - John Murphy

Summary: You're sick. After days of taking care of the fellow 100, you start to feel the affects of sickness taking over. Who's going to take care of you?

Xenial - Joel Miller

Summary: You're a newcomer in Jackson. Due to lots of new people, you're left with no choice but to share a house with Ellie and Joel. It's only temporary, right?

Yearbook - Nancy Wheeler

Summary: It's finally the end of senior year. While flipping through the pages of your signature filled yearbook, you discover something you never thought you would.

Zander's Pizzaria - Peter Parker

Summary: Closing sucks. Especially when your coworker calls out sick and you're left to do everything by yourself. Things take a turn for the worst when gun welding thiefs threatens your life.

#fanfiction #fanfic #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x you #ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #ellie tlou #marvel x reader #marvel #marvel x you #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peterparker x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steveharrington x yn #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you

[thebestbooksaround]

okay, first of all, thank you for your service! your recs are amazing

i just wanted to ask if you could rec as many rewrite fics as possible? episode rewrites, season rewrites that kind of thing? and if people could keep adding on itd be great?

theyre my fav genre tbh but they can be so hard to find :(

thank you so much!!

Oh boy, I sure can Anon!

I'm going to assume you mean 9-1-1, if you meant another fandom, let me know and I'll search for those. Some of these are rewrites by proxy? As in all the events happen but some are text fics so you only hear about them. If anyone has some to add, please do!

Without further ado...

We All Fall Down by kristen999 (@thekristen999)

He’d done this before. Inside the well. Trapped forty feet underground instead of in a tin can, rising water the constant threat.

Eddie stared at the radio, knowing this time there’d be someone on the other end to hear him if he needed to say something. If his time his second chances had finally run out.

He wouldn’t die alone. Not really. His team would be there. Just inches away. He could tell them, tell Buck….

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glue by ProsperDemeter

“It’s just…” Connor shrugged. “No offense, man, but… you’re twenty-five. Do you really want to be spending so much time falling for a guy with a kid?”

“I’m not falling for him.”

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A month away from graduating the LAFD Academy, Evan Buckley gets introduced to new recruit Eddie Diaz and things certainly change for both of them after that.

This author is also writing a s2 rewrite!

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Firefighter Buckley's Unauthorized Ride-Along by slipperywordcrimes

Buck spends most of his probationary year with a bun in the oven, and doesn't realize it.

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One Wrong Number by calinaannehart (@calinaannehart)

When Evan Buckley meets a man in a bar and gets his number, he couldn't possibly imagine how one wrong digit could lead him to his fate. Because sometimes wrong numbers are the right numbers.

bro·ken by kristen999 (@thekristen999)

Forced to take shady side jobs to pay his bills, Evan Buckley doesn’t think he’s ever seen such rock bottom. Until he meets Eddie Diaz, a man even more desperate and alone. Season 3 AU.

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if it weren’t for second chances by alasse (@alasse9)

When Buck doesn’t save Daniel, the Buckleys put him in foster care. Seventeen years later, Bobby meets a tall, lanky kid who can’t stop eating his pancakes at a church breakfast, and he gives him a phone number and an unconditional offer of help.

A story about how Buck finds a chosen family, and with a few twists and turns, eventually gets to the 118, meets Eddie Diaz, and maybe finds himself a second and a third (or, an Evan Nash story).

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Our story's been heartache and wonder by Tails89 (@tails89)

Fuck.

Buck scrubs a hand down his face. He’s got no idea what he’s supposed to do here.

He knows what his parents are like. He has his own childhood to draw from, and Isaac doesn't deserve that. He deserves to grow up surrounded by love, and if nothing else, Buck can give him that.

But Buck is also a twenty-six year old probationary firefighter, living in his girlfriend’s apartment while she travels the world. He’s not exactly in a position to look after a kid.

“Okay.” It comes out in a rush of air. “I’m gonna come get you."

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no one quite like you by hammersmiths (@henswilsons)

Hen has added +1 213 555 to Firehouse 118

Hen: This is Eddie!

Eddie: Hey everyone :)

Buck: Why would she add him to our private groupchat

Chimney: I’m literally sitting right next to you

or, Buck and Eddie’s progression through texts.

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Tighten Up by ok_thanks

It’s probably considered getting off on the wrong foot when you have sex with your coworker before they start their new job, right?

Buck would think it’s probably not a good thing, and definitely something that shouldn’t be repeated. Especially when he becomes best friends with them. That’d be particularly stupid.

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Close My Eyes and Stumble (Right Into Your Love) by HMSLusitania (@hmslusitania)

Eddie's PTSD is just that little bit worse and when he moves to Los Angeles, instead of joining the LAFD, he joins dispatch.

Which is all good and fine, except for this one firefighter he keeps ending up talking to.

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we were born with nothing by chromatophorica (@chromatophorica)

Until the 118, Evan had never had a family.

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Evan saves Daniel when he's a baby; he still manages to find his way to the 118, forging a family there despite being given up by his biological parents.

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I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Til I Saw Your Face by HMSLusitania (@hmslusitania)

After the ladder truck and the blood clot and the tsunami, Bobby makes Buck go to therapy before he does something stupid(like sue the city). Buck's not totally comfortable being alone with a therapist, but fortunately he makes a friend and ally who's willing to help him out - Eddie Diaz from the 136 who's just been caught in an illegal fight club.

OR

Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.

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i want your midnights by allyasavedtheday (@littlespoonevan)

Eddie grins. “Yeah I get that. So can I ask why you applied for the room? No offence but you’re not exactly the kind of candidate I expected.”

Buck laughs, ducking his head. That’s probably true.

“I, uh, I’ve been staying at my girlfriend’s place while she’s travelling but um, my sister moved to LA recently and sort of made the point that I could be overstaying my welcome? Or, well- actually she tried to tell me my girlfriend’s cheating on me and I need to get over it and move out of her place.” Buck shakes his head, eyes widening at what he just implied. “She’s not! Cheating, I mean. She’s just- trying to find herself after losing her mom. She just needs a little space, y’know?”

At least, that’s the excuse Buck’s giving Abby for why she hasn’t called him in over two weeks.

Eddie nods with a vague sort of expression on his face like he hadn’t expected him to overshare that much. Which, oops.

In which Eddie decides to rent out his spare room to help with mortgage repayments right around the time Buck decides to move out of Abby's place after some not so gentle prodding from Maddie. It's a coincidence. Or serendipity. Or maybe just really good timing.

*and of course we can't forget:

Those Two Firefighters by DarkFairytale

#thosetwofirefighters starts to gather a following on social media, as everyone tries to figure out if those two cute firefighters from the 118 in LA are a thing or not.

#tb2a answers #fics i love #buddiefanfiction #buddie fic

[loominggaia]

If every FGG could choose to turn into any other species other than their own what would they choose?

That's a good question. I had to think about this for a while...I'm excluding beasts here, because I think I already answered a similar question about what animals they would be. I'm assuming you mean other peoples only.

Evan: A heavyweight species, probably an ogre. Bigger and stronger is always better, in his opinion. But I think he would also worry about his werewolf form, Bigbad, who would also become bigger and stronger...

Lukas: Dude has magic-envy and a bit of an affinity towards elves, so probably an elf.

Glenvar: Maybe a dworf, because if people are going to call him one anyway, he may as well have the perks that go with it, like super strength and night-vision. Alternatively, he'd choose centaur for their height, strength, and speed.

Alaine: Human. I mean, she's already a human, but she would choose to shake off her mermaid's curse and be an unafflicted human. Sure the curse offers her some perks, but the downsides are just too many for her.

Jeimos: Jeimos likes being an elf. I don't think they would want to change that. All they want to change is their sex, as they find being female-sexed too burdensome.

Isaac: Isaac hopes he is human, but he doesn't know for sure...

Linde: Sirene or maenad, because she's envious of their natural beauty.

Balthazaar: Gnome, so he could live a simpler life away from society and magic all his problems away. Or so he thinks...

Skel: Elf. Not just an elf, but a female elf. More specifically, an elven princess...basically what I'm saying is, he wants to be Jasenia. He has always envied her, and this envy has grown into a creepy obsession with time. Honestly though, he hates being a goblin so much that I think he'd accept damn near anything else...

Javaan: Javaan has lamented being a centaur a few times throughout the series, explaining that non-centaur women are afraid of him and he has to make an extra effort to be appear non-threatening to make friends. He compensates by having great charisma, but I think putting on this extra charm all the time wears him out. He might want to be a smaller species instead. Not something easily pushed over like a human or elf, but maybe a roshava. Roshava are strong, but they're not as threatening as ogres, cecaelia, or gorgons. It would be the best of both worlds for him...not to mention he's already used to having six limbs!

Elska: I don't think Elska would change her species. She's already used to being a centaur and she hates change.

Mr. Ocean: Definitely a human. For one, it would allow him to explore and understand Terria better. But also, he just thinks they're neat! He developed a fascination with humans from a young age and it never really faded. Actually becoming one would answer a lot of questions he's too afraid to ask.

Zeffer: He's willing to become literally anything if it just takes his vampirism away...

Zacry: Zacry has said that it cannot want for anything, being a machine and all. But I think it does wonder, and it probably wonders what it would feel like to be a person from time to time. Its computer-brain calculates through predictive scenarios, but it can't find a concrete answer until it experiences this for itself. Any species will do.

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Questions/Comments?

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Read the Series

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[Prompt!!]

Dee and Isaac!! FRIENDS -Pixel

HERE WE GO

...

It's been a few weeks since Dee met this odd kid.

He was a student at the neighboring town's school, Foxfield high. That was probably the first time Dee ever actually heard of it, anyways. But it wasn't too much of his business.

This kid -Isaac was his name- he was odd, but weirdly enough, not the bad kind of odd. Dare he say, Dee could see some similarities between the both of them, not just in appearance either.

He and his family had come to this town for a vacation during the summer, and it was by pure chance that Dee was sitting on the park bench, scrolling away on his phone. There wasn't much of a reason for him to be there, he very much liked his alone time. But if anything, being alone felt, well, lonely. So of course, a bit of background noise of human interaction never hurt anybody.

Isaac had been the one to take a seat on the other side of the bench, some sketchpad and drawing material at his beck and call. And that was what had happened for the next twelve, maybe thirteen minutes. Just the two of them co-existing in silence. Of course, Dee definitely noticed just how out of place he was, seeing as quite a few people (especially ones he knew knew about a lot of people) would be looking the new kid's way, trying to gauge his reason for coming, perhaps.

It was only a while later before they began a conversation.

And it kind of started out weird.

"Hey." Dee took a second to process that he was trying to get his attention, peeling his gaze away from his phone to look up at the freckled boy, who cleanly tore a sheet of paper out of his sketchbook.

"Here." he blinked; a bit taken aback from the sudden offering. Clearly a bit puzzled, Dee didn't bother to speak and instead took the page from an awaiting hand, looking down at it.

He was a bit befuddled when he saw a portrait of himself.

And he wasn't going to lie, the kid was good. No, better than good, it looked almost professional level. And Dee was admittedly intrigued by this, a small smirk tugging his lips.

"And what brought upon this train of thought?" He chimed, to which the smaller shrugged simply, going back to light doodles on a new, clean page. "Art block's been a major pain in my ass, and I noticed we look similar. So, why not?" He passed Dee a glance of interest, and the other couldn't help but scoff, absentmindedly setting his phone down.

"A funny coincidence, then. But for real, you're good at this," The new kid rolled his eyes as Dee leaned on his knee, waving the paper slightly. "Where'd you learn to draw like this?"

Smugly, the freckled kid hummed, "Self-taught."

Blink once. Blink twice. Dee grinned.

"No way."

"Yes way."

"Damn, flexin' but okay."

He snorted and shook his head, and Dee couldn't help but think that, hey, this kid was great company. "Hey, what's your name?" Dee leaned back against the bench seat as he spoke, clearly intrigued.

"Isaac Beamer. You?" Dee rose a brow for a second. Isaac Beamer, huh? Pretty easy to remember. "Dee Shvagenbagen." Isaac gave an alarmed expression at that, before turning away with a muffled chuckle, to which Dee called out.

"Alrighty then, mr. Russian-fre-sha-va-cado." Dee startled, clearly shocked by the nickname, and his half-heartedly thumped. "Now that's just cruel man, to which Isaac barked out a laugh. "C'mon, you name is fucking meme worthy, I had too-"

"How dare you, I am nothing but offended- do you want me to butcher your name too? Mr. Iz Creamer?" Isaac choked on air, leaning down before shooting him a playful glare. "The fuck is Iz Creamer!?" He exclaimed. "It is what it is, Iz Creamer."

"Fuck you." Dee scoffed with an eye roll. "Yeah, yeah, fuck you too."

Dee had to admit, meeting Isaac was almost as good as meeting Lif.

Ever since then, they'd shared phone numbers and talked quite often, especially on the same website as Lif. The guy himself was a pretty apathetic dude, and Dee couldn't help but relate to the sentiment.

He'd learned quite a bit about Isaac, even after his summer break was over and he had to go home. He learned about Isaac's school and it's really, really weird happenings. ("A cultist drama club?? A Hierarchy war for the title of King?? What kind of bullshit, Isaac?-)

And in return, Dee would tell him simple things too, like the rat incident, or how his mother beat the crap out of some people for a petty reason without too much consequence. ("Dee, what in God's name?...No, but did she really beat their asses for a cig?-")

He'd receive more art from Isaac, and in exchange Dee would tell him more about the Russian language, as he clearly was interested in the topic. It was the small things, but Isaac's presence always seemed to make him feel a little bit better at the end of the day.

It felt nice. Having a friend that can make you feel so calm.

In fact, he very much liked it.

#DJC Drabbles #metal family #ibvs #dee metal family #isaac beamer #crossover

[agents-are-dicks]

Stiles Stilinski Having a Crush on You would include:

[fluff, slight cussing]

(Did my best to make it g/n. Words like “pretty” and “bag” are used but bag is vague and everyone is pretty if we’re being honest)

• okay, first I’d like to point out that if this boy likes you, it is 100% not a secret

• he’s not very smooth and I think that only adds to his adorable/clumsy charm

• if he likes you everyone probably knows before you do, even Coach

• Stiles has a super dedicated vibe about him so when it comes to his friends, so when he starts being ultra nice to you you just assume it means he considers you to be one

• cold? Stiles offers you his jacket. It doesn’t matter if it’s raining, snowing, whatever. You clearly need it more than him.

• forgot your homework at home and are too afraid to face the teacher? Stiles “forgot” his too so at least you aren’t facing an automatic F and scary teacher alone

• simply forgot to do the homework and it’s still next to you in your bag? Stiles either lets you you copy off him (almost getting caught in the process) or begs Lydia to if he’s not in your class

• need a ride home? Stiles will wait as long as you need and enthusiastically offer to do it more often, saying something about how he doesn’t mind bc getting to spend time alone with you is worth it, even if it’s just a 10 minute drive to your house

• I could go on but to sum up his dedication, he’s type of guy that would offer to drive you to the mall/go shopping with you just to carry all of your clothes/things around if it meant hanging out with you (I swear this happened in season one)

• study not-so-dates where you help each other with your homework and he tries not to make it so obvious that he’s staring at you instead of his book

• he takes note of any likes or interests you bring up so that he can look them up later and “causally”mention (what he definitely didn’t just read/watch/find out the other night) them around you

• has stood up to bullies making fun of you and it kind of worked considering Stiles can be pretty intimidating when he wants to be. It does help that his best friend is the lacrosse captain though. Just a little.

• he casually brings up his lacrosse games and looks for you in the crowd every time

• seeing you smiling and waving and cheering him on is a BIG confidence booster and the one time he scores, he feels like he could ask you out then and there

• Scott’s probably had to listen to Stiles talk about you a thousand times and likes to think that he knows you well enough to call you a friend despite only ever saying hi to each other in the halls

• scratch that - you’ve probably eaten lunch with him quite a few times but it’s mostly filled with everyone trying to fill the silence Stiles keeps making awkward bc you’re not just sitting with him but with him and his friends and he’s trying not to say something stupid but it’s nice having you and the pack all together.

• although if we’re being realistic, Stiles is always stressing over accidentally saying something stupid around bc you’re nice and pretty and he doesn’t wanna fuck up whatever chance he might have with you

• there is no way in hell he’d ever let you get introduced to the supernatural shit that goes on bc he doesn’t want to see you get hurt

• don’t even get me started on if you were a supernatural or if something happened and you found out about everything

• You and Allison are friends, whether it happened before or after she found out about Stiles’ crush on you is irrelevant bc she still can’t believe you haven’t caught on to the fact that he likes you yet

• If you’re friends with Allison, you’re definitely also friends with Lydia, whose really fun, even tho she intimidates you bc you know Stiles has liked her since forever

• or if you’d prefer an after Allison’s death timeline, you’re friends with Malia and it’s basically the same thing except she def became friends with you after bc she was hella curious about you

• Theo and Isaac would definitely flirt with you just to get under Stiles’ skin.

• in the end I think you’d either end up dating bc you finally stepped up and did something or bc his friends meddled in someway that gave him no choice but to admit his feeling and ask you out

• I can also kind of see coach yelling at him for staring at you during practice if you ever came to watch him, therefore forcing the conversation but that’s for another day when I feel like writing one-shots and imagines. I just think it’d be funny.

• either way Stiles is definitely the happiest man in the world once he can finally call you his

#I feel like I went overboard on this one but I hope y’all enjoy #stiles stilinski headcanons #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles x you #mine

[p4lparker]

Part of the Pack

The aggressive alpha threw you away as if you weighed nothing, like a broken toy or a floppy rag doll. You felt your body crash into the concrete wall. It crumpled in on itself- nothing felt broken, as far as you knew. Well nothing apart from your pride. Thinking back, you had hoped today would be normal day- or as normal as cold be for you anyhow.

         The day had started out normal, well as normal as it could when there was a new alpha in town hoping to take over the pack. Scott had warned you and so had the others, but you didn’t feel all that scared. You were just a human who ran with wolves- you weren’t supernatural and you definitely weren’t a threat to anyone or anything. Though the rest of the pack felt it necessary to keep tabs on you and Stiles constantly. They would take it in turns ‘hanging out’- which was basically babysitting you to make sure you didn’t put yourselves in danger somehow. Scott had come over and watched movies with Kira and yourself, you all were sat watching Kick Ass- when Scott perked up. Almost like a dog; he quickly sat up and brought Kira with him. You paused the movie- waiting to find out what had caused him to do so.

         “Derek’s here..” Scott said, standing up and walking to the door; you followed Kira after. You stood leaning on the wall as Scott opened the door and revealed a brooding Derek. His dark brow furrowed and his face scrunched in a frown- his green eyes glaring at the three of you intently.

         “I’ve been calling you for an hour and you didn’t pick up. It’s your turn to patrol the perimeter.. I’m supposed to stay with Y/N.” Derek grunted, he was still glaring- but it was mainly aimed at Scott and Kira, rather than you. You folded your arms and stayed leaning against the jam of the lounge room door. Watching as Scott and Kira collected their things and gave you a sheepish goodbye before dashing through the still open door and to Scott’s parked bike. Derek turned his almost angry gaze to you before nodding his head at the front door. You flustered for a moment before gesturing for him to enter, then closed and locked the door behind him at his instruction. Not that locking it would keep an alpha out or anything- but whatever, you did as the intimidating wolf told you and lead him through the house to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass and a can of pop from the fridge, you offered one to him which he gratefully agreed to. Offering him a glass he nodded and allowed you to pour the carbonated refreshment. You both stood in silence as you took sips from the drinks. You shared an awkward smile with Derek, who just nodded at you- not smiling back or giving any emotion away. You gestured for Derek to follow you back to the lounge- sitting down and making yourself comfortable on the sofa once more. You watched as Derek perched himself on the couch- at the other end of it. You started the movie again and allowed yourself to get sucked into watching the movie- trying not to feel on edge, Derek’s tense body and stoic facial expression was making this situation feel all the more forced.

         The movie was almost over, throughout it you’d wriggled and squirmed around the sofa- all the while Derek sat still, perched on the very edge of the couch cushion. You’d tried to concentrate on the vigilantism on the screen, you found it difficult to focus; it wasn’t until Derek sat up even straighter, as if that was possible. He lifted his head and glared at the ceiling, your eyes following his. He tilted his head and sniffed the air. You watched half amused half confused as he stood and walked out of the lounge room and to the stairs of the building. All the while still sniffing at the air. Following behind him as he began to trek up the stairs, through the hall and sniffing at each door until he stopped in front of one. Yours. He sniffed deeply, before rearing back. When he finally turned to face you, you could tell something was bothering him.

"Have you left your window unlocked?" His voice gruff and demanding. You looked at him in surprise. Shaking your head quickly.

"No! Everywhere is locked up tight, like you and Scott and everyone else had ordered.." You muttered, glaring alternatively between your feet and Derek's leather clad back. All you heard in return was a grunt, before you bedroom door was roughly pushed open; the handle slamming against the pale walls and probably leaving a dent or a mark or something. Derek stalked around the room still sniffing, until he found himself standing under the sky light. The access to the roof, the wide opening window didn't work though- it wouldn't lock, so your dad nailed it shut. Derek jumped up from the floor and onto your bed, boots and all. As he stared intently at the big window above him. You watched, from your position by the door as his eyes flickered blue.

"The window is broken." Was all he uttered, the anger present in his voice.

"Yeah, it always has been.. My dad nailed it shut years ago. It wouldn't lock or anything.." You stated, shrugging your shoulders.

"No. The glass. It's broken. It's like its been lifted from the surround. And put back." Derek growled, eyes narrowing as he glared at you.

"Meaning what?" You asked, terror seeping into your words that you couldn't control. You were sure, Derek could hear how fast your heart was beating even without his wolf hearing. The tension in the room and your bodies built.

"Meaning, I don't know how long the alpha may have been coming in here. Meaning I don't think you're safe here.." Derek answered. His eyes narrowed still, but holding worry in their green depths. "C'mon." He grunted. Stalking towards you and gripping your upper arm. You struggled to keep up with his long strides, he walked out the room not even closing the door- dragging you with him as he practically ran down the stairs and out the front door. He came to a stop just short of the road, you not realising he'd stopped slammed into his back. Wincing as you nose bumped into the leather was wearing, you stumbled back and lifted your free hand to your nose checking for blood. Derek let go of your arm and glanced over his shoulder at you, dark brows drawn together. He moved towards your neighbours car, looking around him suspiciously. Raising his elbow and slamming it into the drivers side window, you shrieked. Dashing over to him quickly and gripping his arm through his jacket. Through the thick material did nothing to hide or disguise his tensed muscles. It took a moment for you to shake yourself to move your brain back to what the issue at hand was.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" You demanded, trying to tug his arm away from the broken glass- he was slowly moving his elbow to knock the remaining pieces from the frame.

"I'm stealing your neighbours car. Get in." Derek replied, as if it was the most simple thing in the world. Once the frame was clear of any sharp shards, he put his hand through and pulled the lock up. You heard the click as the internal locking mechanism worked. Opening the door, Derek threw himself into the drivers seat and waited impatiently for you to copy him. Groaning to yourself, you dashed around the front of the car and got in. Staring at Derek as he was fiddling with some wiring under the steering wheel. In a moments notice, you were off. Driving down the road quickly, Derek not really paying all that much attention to the road; he wriggled around awkwardly for a moment before pulling his phone from his jeans pocket. He looked sparingly at the road before dialling someone's number. You watched the scenery pass, you were in the warehouse district. Full of concrete walls and steel roofs.

"The alpha's been in her room. She needs to leave..." Was all he managed to get out before he was slamming the brakes on. Both of your bodies being jarred forwards, your seat belts yanking you back into the cushioned seats.

Breathing heavily as you tried to gather your bearings, you stared straight ahead of you in terror. There in the middle of the road was a great hulking beast. It was black and huge, making Peter's alpha wolf form look like a kitten in comparison. Derek stared ahead also, sizing the creature up. Before either of you could comprehend what was happening, the beast was pounding towards the stopped vehicle. Derek thinking quickly tried to put the car in reverse, but the beast just came at a quicker speed. It charged towards you on all fours and once it was close enough- it stood on two feet, reaching its clawed hands out and ripping the hood of the car to shreds. The scraping of metal made you cringe, but what petrified you was the fact that the engine was destroyed, and there was no chance for you to escape. The creature sauntered round the car, it ripped off the door on you side and snagged you from the opening. You screamed. Derek flustered with his seat belt before he leapt from the destroyed vehicle. It didn't take  long for you to realise that he was in full wolf form, but you also resigned yourself to the fact that he wouldn't be able to save you. He stood no chance against the monstrosity holding you captive in its sharp claws- you struggled to breath.

Your throat being constricted dangerously as you were held captive. You watched through bleary and unfocused eyes as Derek launched himself from the car; his eyes shining a bright blue, claws protruding from his hands and fuzzy hair clumping on the sides of his face as his face contorted into that of his wolf form. He dashed towards where the Alpha had you clasped, he started throwing slashes here and there. Desperately trying to free you from the monster. Though, the alpha did little more than seat Derek away as if he were nothing more than a fly. Derek didn't give up though, he kept coming- attacking again every time he got thrown back. You could feel your breathing becoming more laboured as the claws tightened. You felt the darkness calling to you like an old friend. You hadn't noticed that the rest of the pack; Malia, Isaac, Scott, Kira and Alison all joining Derek in trying to rescue you. Your eyes had fallen shut, and you felt consciousness slipping away. It wasn't until you felt someone stroking hair from your face gently, did you wake up. Peeking your eyes open to see Alison kneeling next to you- she smiled down at you as consciousness came back to your aching body.

“She’s okay guys.. but she needs moving. Like yesterday.” Alison stated as she helped to pull you up into a sitting position- you winced slightly, pain radiating from your ribs causing you to freeze. You looked to Alison, who frowned and prodded gently at your ribs; she shook her head.

“And I think she has either some cracked or broken ribs from the awkward way she’s moving..” Alison muttered, pulling you even more gently into a sitting and then standing position- in a slow but sure manner, she kept her arm supporting you. The rest of the group nodded, moving around you. It was then you took notice of them; they were all battered and bruised, deep angry looking gashes on their faces and arms. Your eyes caught sight of Derek who was favouring one arm, it cradled to his chest- which was barely covered by the shirt he had been wearing. It was slashed to smithereens, blood and skin showing through the rags, Alison and Kira helped you stand- staying close until they were sure you were steady on your feet.

“The Alpha’s gone for now. He’s off to lick his wounds. But I have no doubt that he’ll be back and soon. Y/N needs to be somewhere safe and secure- I vote we take her to the old train car.” Isaac stated, mainly directing his words to Derek and Scott who both nodded.

“There’s at least two other scents that’ll mask yours and hers, you should be safe their until we can get rid of this guy… Even if we have to chase him from Beacon- he’s gone.” Scott stated, you didn’t miss the red circling his irises as he spoke. He looked determined, and you knew not to be afraid. Scott was an alpha. He was a true alpha. He was your alpha- even if you weren’t a wolf. And with that the others were off, you looked to Derek still cradling his arm and knew he wouldn’t be able to drive.  Looking around, you spotted the demolished car not too far from you- sighing as you had no way of getting to the train car. Derek grunted and nodded his head to the left, you followed him. Hoping he knew where he was going, as you had no idea. You followed as he walked through the maze of practically identical buildings- leading you left and right and left again. Hoping like hell you wouldn’t have to navigate your way out yourself, as you had no chance of remembering and would probably end up living in this concrete jungle like a hermit. Soon enough you were standing in front of the abandoned subway- staring wide eyed as Derek had successfully navigated you both there- you had no idea it was so close, but then you realised that, that was the reason Isaac had suggested it to begin with. If the Alpha’s scent was covering the area, he probably wouldn’t return to it and you’d be safe- or safer. You followed Derek into the abandoned area and shivered. It felt so lonely- you remembered Boyd and Erica, smiling faintly before it slipped off your face all together. Moving further into the abandoned area, you collapsed onto a tattered seat- your eyes roving over all of the graffiti and claw marks that marred the walls. Derek groaned as he too collapsed into a seat. Breathing deeply, through his nose and clenching his jaw. It was then you realised how badly he was injured. His dark features were even darker due to the bruising covering his face, the gashes and slashes in his chest and torso- still bleeding, looked angry and painful. And the awkward angle that he held his arm, showed you he was in bad shape. Pulling yourself up and off the seat- ignoring your screaming muscles, you searched slowly- or as quickly as your sluggish body would allow, for some medical supplies. Knowing that Derek’s old pack must have had something like that lying around.

Your eyes landed on a couple of old shirts that looked similar to the tattered remains on Derek’s shoulders- making your way over to them, grabbing them up and letting your eyes roam over the area- until they landed on a lock box of some sort. Moving towards it, you checked on Derek over your shoulder- he hadn’t moved, you opened it quickly and smiled lightly. There in the box sat a bottle and a half of Jack. Gripping them both and the shirts in your hands before moving back over to him. Kneeling in front of him, you let your eyes scan over his injured body once more. Derek’s eyes flicked open as he felt you pushing his knees apart- allowing you to slip between them and situate yourself more comfortably.

“I-I th-think we need to set your arm first and then deal with the..” You stated and gestured to your own chest, Derek said nothing- just nodding and delicately offering you the obviously broken arm. “You need to tell me how to do this.. I’ve watched Grey’s Anatomy plenty.. but I’ve never actually done it..” you spoke quickly the words tumbling from your lips almost of their own accord. He nodded, and grit his teeth as you gently took hold of the broken limb.

“It’s my shoulder.. it’s dislocated- you need to grab hold of my arm and pull as hard as you can. When you hear it click and me scream- you’ve set it back.. Go!” Derek commanded, your eyes were wide as you tried to remember his words. You steadied yourself and pulled as hard as you could like he said. You yanked at his arm- as he growled- pulling as hard as physically possible for you until you heard a loud and sickening click and a scream-like groan fly from his slowly healing lips as well as some more unsavoury curses- you tried to steady your breathing and not let the pain show on your face too much. You let go of his arm and fell back onto your butt, watching as he breathed deeply and a light sweat dotted his forehead. He nodded and gestured to the injuries marring his chest, you too nodded and gripped the bottle of Jack before handing it to him. He raised a brow and chuckled darkly- before shoving it back at you.

“You need it more, besides it won’t do any good for me to drink it. It won’t affect me.” Derek told you, you nodded before unscrewing the cap and taking a swig of the dark liquid- letting to sweet taste linger in your mouth before swallowing it- then taking another long gulp. Setting it down by Derek’s foot, you kneeled up and gently tried to move the shreds of material away from the affected areas- but having no luck. Derek sighed almost impatiently, before gripping the fabric in his hands and tugging- the material falling away from his glorious chest- injured, but still glorious chest. You held your breath as he shrugged his shoulders, making the material fall to rest around his hips- his torso now bare to your wide eyes. You took hold of the bottle and one of the shirts, lifting both to Derek’s chest. You took a deep breath as you tipped the bottle allowing the liquid to flow down and onto the injuries. He hissed in pain- you moved the shirt and pressed against the wound- he groaned but allowed you to continue the process until you were sure the slashes were cleaned out. You knew though- he wouldn’t heal for a good while, but the treatment you’d given would do for now. Derek nodded his thanks, you smiled shyly at him before gripping the bottle and bringing it to your lips again. Taking a deep swallow you sat back, not realising your eyes had locked with his. The deep green boring into you- you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or what, but a shiver ran down your entire body. Blinking and looking away, you let one hand slip to his thigh and pushed yourself up- still gripping the bottle, you looked over your shoulder when you felt his eyes still on you.

You turned away and took another swallow of the sweet liquid, the burn becoming a comfort now. You hadn’t heard him move until you felt him rest a hand on your shoulder. He span you around so quickly- it felt like the room was spinning around you. The bottle slipped from your lips as you stared wide eyed at him, he stepped you backwards until your back was pressed against the cool metal of the train car. Lifting one of his hands, he gently brushed his fingers against your neck- gasping softly- his fingers sweeping your hair out of the way. One of his hands stayed at your neck, gently poking over the area, whilst the other trailed down your arm and to your hand gripping the bottle- pulling it from your fingers and bringing to his lips taking a swallow himself. Before placing it near your lips offering it to you- you obliged gulping some down, he then moved it down slightly and tipped the contents onto you. Your eyes still staring into each other’s, though yours widened marginally as a stinging pain radiated from you neck.

“Looks like the Alpha got you…” Was all Derek whispered, his eyes not leaving yours as the liquid flowed over the affected are of your skin. You just stood frozen, back to the wall- alcohol dripping down your neck and chest soaking your t-shirt, teeth biting into your bottom lip as you tried to control the raging hormones in your body. All you could think of was that if he leaned just that bit closer- his inviting lips would meet your own. Your body moved of its own accord, pushing forwards slightly. Your lips pushing against his. It wasn’t a kiss, not really- it was just your lips meeting his. And he didn’t push you away- so you pressed against him harder, your wet chest meeting his. Your lips moving with his as the kiss gained momentum and passion. You weren’t sure who’s tongue slipped out first and deepened the kiss, but you were sure it was you who moaned- and you were definitely sure it was Derek who pushed away from you. He stumbled away from you, and you struggled not to giggle at the image. The big bad wolf stumbling away from little old you. A giggle must have slipped out though, because Derek glared at you. He stormed towards you- ceasing the giggles almost immediately. He stopped in front of you. His body flush against yours, glaring eyes boring into you. Before he pushed his lips against yours kissing you furiously. Soon it wasn’t just lips meeting, his teeth were scraping against your bottom lip, and clashing against your own teeth as you opened your mouth.

You moaned again. Not even caring. It felt too good, his toned chest pressed against your own- even through the saturated top, you could feel his body heat, his pecks pressing against you- his muscled abs pressing against your belly. Which felt like it was filling with liquid lava- that seeped solely into your core, giving you a pleasant ache between your legs. Derek pulled back, closing his eyes as he tilted his head and sniffed the air. His eyes narrowing as he stepped back, taking your hand and leading you after him. He stepped backwards until his knees contacted the leather of the seat, he fell back and tugged you with him. Pulling you until you were kneeling on the seat- knees each side of his hips, he pulled on your hand until your chest was hovering over him- leaving you to straddle him in the abandoned train car. He stretched his neck up to graze his lips over the fragile and broken skin of your throat- his stubble creating a delicious friction, before moving to your lips and pulling you into another passionate kiss that sent shivers straight to your core. Derek breathed deeply through his nose and growled- before pulling you down onto his lap. You fell and kissed him more comfortably as your neck wasn’t craning at an awkward angle.

Derek��s hands rested on your hips for a moment, before they ventured upwards- dragging the wet material of your shirt with them. He pulled the soggy shirt up and only separated from your lips to remove it from your body. Tossing it away and pressing his lips back to your own. You let your fingers wander over neck and shoulders feeling the tensing muscles. Derek picked up the discarded bottle of Jack beside him. Pulling from the kiss to take a swig of the booze- before pulling your lips back to his own, you felt the Jack slip into your own mouth before you swallowed it. Derek pulled back from you again and you moaned in disappointment. You were getting sick of him pulling away from you! You watched as his eyes roved over the expanse of your half naked body before him- his fingers lifting to caress over our rubs, causing you to suck in a breath. He frowned before pushing his lips against your own more ferociously than before; and soon enough you were lost in his lips and tongue again. The pain simply disappeared. And when you pulled away from him to watch the blackened veins recede into his skin, you knew he’ deliberately taken your pain. Raising a hand to stroke over his stubble covered cheek- you kissed him gently, before letting him control you once more.

He tipped the bottle over you neck again, you hissing at the sting it brought- until his lips followed the trail. Licking and sucking over any skin that was flavoured with the drink. His lips lingering around your breasts, kissing and suckling at the sensitive ignored area. His hands trailed over your stomach, caressing the skin and tracing down to your hips- where they played with the waistband of your jeans. Fingers moving to unfasten them and tug them over your butt and hips. You stood from his lap and stepped back, catching his eyes and pulling the denim down your legs slowly- his eyes only stared at your partially dressed form. The damp bra still hiding your breasts from him and the dark panties covering your core from his waiting eyes. He leaned forward and tugged on your hand- pulling you back to your spot on his lap. You kissed him solidly, letting your tongue trace over his lips before letting your lips explore. They kissed over his rough cheeks, and down his neck- gently nipping at the stubble covered skin, he groaned loudly- letting his hands grip your hips and pull you down onto his own.

Once you were situated in his lap and still devouring his neck- he moved your hips back and forth- creating a friction that was almost maddening.  It was driving you to distraction, and you almost lost focus on kissing as much of his skin as you could. You weren’t sure what it was- but you couldn’t get enough of him, and you needed more. You ground your hips against his and could feel that pooling sensation- though it was more noticeable now, that and there was a stirring within Derek’s pants that had you grinning into the open mouthed kisses you were leaving down his chest, careful to avoid the injuries that were still trying to heal. You let you fingers feel over those delicious abs, before dipping lower; rubbing over the bulge in his jeans, rubbing back and forth until you were desperate for more, moving your shaky fingers down to the button and zipper. Popping one and tugging the other. Derek got the message and lifted his hips obediently and shuffled out of his boxers. You moved your gaze to look at him, his size was impressive and made your mouth water and core clench. He lifted your chin with the forefinger of one hand, as his other made a home rubbing you through your panties. A pathetic moan- not even stifled, echoed through the silent room; his calloused fingertips were rubbing the dark lace onto your most sensitive area, and you were revelling in the feeling of it. The way it sent shocks through your body, the way it thrilled you and left you needing more and more. You were chasing that soul shattering feeling, and you were well on our way to catching it- especially if Derek kept his fingers moving at that pace and in that certain pattern.

You hadn’t realised, but moans and groans were spilling from your lips almost in a chant. You were praising Derek’s skilful fingers and he chuckled in response, letting his other hand unclasp your bra and let it fall to rest against your stomach- the straps caught on your elbows, as your hands desperately clutched at Derek’s waist for something to keep you grounded as you floated higher and higher into the pleasure he was offering you. His lips descended onto your exposed chest, teeth and lips nipping at the taut bud. All it took was one hard bite to your nipple and you were coming apart in his arms. Your breath halting, your shoulders tensing and your knees shaking. His fingers didn’t let up though- they guided you through the haze of pleasure and only left you when you were breathing out slowly into the crook of his neck. You let your forehead rest against his shoulder as your tried to calm yourself down, once you felt your breathing return to a semi-normal pace; you let your eyes trail to where his erection was straining and leaking happily- if it were possible, he looked like he was even more erect and ready for you than before. You watched as he let his hand slip from between your legs and you gasped at how wet it was, he just chuckled before slicking his hand down himself and moving your hips to just above him. They rested poised, ready- yearning to plunge downwards and onto him- but he held you steady, teasing you. Before deciding; enough was enough and letting your hips drop.

He raised his own the moment you met, and a sigh slipped from his manly mouth as he was welcomed into your warmth. He held you still for a moment; as if he knew you were still too sensitive and needed some time to adjust. And adjust you did, soon you were desperate to grind yourself against him. Or thrust yourself one him and chase that pleasure again. Sure you were being reedy, but it was almost a necessity! Derek held your hips steady- still buried within you, but not moving. He hissed a breath through his teeth- then let his grip on your hips loosen, you let yourself free. Grinding against him- the skin above where you were joined rubbing at the sensitive nub, you let out a guttural moan; which made even Derek blush by the looks of his pink cheeks. He gripped your hips tighter and guided them into a rhythm. You could feel him rubbing against you in all the right ways, reaching parts of you- you didn’t think was possible, merely a myth. But Derek Hale proved you wring and reached that elusive spot within you. Your rhythm continued, gaining speed and strength. Until you could feel yourself on the cusp of oblivion, and Derek gave a hard thrust within; giving you that final nudge. You cried out- probably an unrecognisable sound or even made up language you weren’t sure. You just knew the way you were feeling in that moment nothing mattered. You could feel the pulsing between your legs, though if it was you. Or Derek. Or you both combined, you weren’t sure and you sure as hell didn’t care- your body was shaking and covered in a light sweat. But nothing mattered apart from Derek still being buried deep within you as you both experienced euphoria. Once you were both calmed from your activities, you rest your head against his shoulder and lifted your hips lazily from his. The slightly uncomfortable feeling of being empty, brought you back to reality. And your senses- and it seemed like Derek’s had also returned. As his mood changed from sated to grumpy in no time. He was soon shoving you off his lap, and onto the seat beside him- and shoving a discarded shirt into your chest.

His glare forced you to tug the shirt over your head, and once it was situated; covering the necessities and Derek had tucked himself away. You noticed that Scott was stood sheepishly by the entrance- rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly and blushing a bright red. You buried your face in your hands embarrassed, because Scott could tell what had not long since transpired within the abandoned train car.

#repost #derek hale smut #derek x y/n #derek smut #teen wolf smut

[quellmythirst]

House Hunting Part 9

Summary: You are the youngest child of Frank and Maria Castle. Your dads best mate offers to help you find a new place in the city. The only problem being you’ve had a crush on him since forever.

Pairing: Castle!Reader (you) x Billy Russo

Words: 2.9k

A/n: OMg, how is this the longest chapter? Umm.. I nearly died this morning watching those fucking thirst tweets and this is the result of me being mostly distracted. Also incase you forgot Rachel is the recruiter. This is smut free, because I'm fucking thirsty enough RN

Warnings: Big ol’ age gap, dad’s best friend, daddy kink, teasing, smut, alcohol, swearing, violence, dirty talk. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Part 8

"Hey Y/n," Rachel said, stepping into your office, "you've been here a while now, I think it's time we got to know each other a bit better,"

"Sure, what do you wanna know?" You asked, confused about her sudden interest in getting to know you.

"Not like that," she smiled, leaning on your desk.

"Umm, I'm seeing someone," you smiled apologetically at her, "if that's what you mean."

"Also no. I was thinking we should go out tonight."

"Right? Why-" you asked, still trying to gain some insight, when she cut you off.

"Look," she sighed, sitting in the chair opposite your desk, "I really like Isaac, you know the new guy," you did know of Isaac. He was kind, seemed easy going, probably too easy going to notice if someone like Rachel was hitting on him.

"Ok, so he is also coming? Did you ask him?" you asked, maybe she was shy and wanted you to ask for her.

"Yeah, but then he thought it was a work thing and invited his whole squad." she sighed even more dramatically, resting her face in her palm.

"Oh,"

"Oh, is right. So will you come? I don't want to be the only civilian. Please." She begged, pouting her lower lip out at you.

"Fine, where are we going?"

"I'll text you the address, thank you so much!" She squealed, jumping from her chair and giving you an unexpected hug, before heading back to her desk. Awesome, you're sure Billy is gunna be totally thrilled that you're headed to a bar with all of his underlings. Thank the gods that he was currently out on assignment with a new team.

With your things gathered you're just about ready to head home to get ready when you forgot something very important. Opening up your phone you begin to text as you exit the building.

“Can't see you tonight, made plans with Rachel,” About 2 seconds later, your phone starts to ring. Shit. You thought he'd be too busy over seeing his assignment to notice until it was too late. While still giving you a reasonable excuse that you had in fact told him.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

"Out, she's gunna tell me later,"

"When you find out, let me know. Who else is going?" He asked, sounding a bit too much like your father.

"She said squad 8’s coming. Should be fun. I’ll try to remember," you said, making a note to leave your phone at home.

"No, you will remember. I will- yes yes I'm coming," he called to the distant voice in the background," I'm going to call you at 8, make sure you answer,"

There was no room for argument, you knew you'd be in trouble. But what was he gunna do? Storm the club that he didn’t know you were at and punish you in front of his underlings and blow this ruse that you were just friends? As if. Be a bit hard if he didn't even know where you were.

Your cab pulled up to Nightcap, the dance music echoing through the walls. How Rachel was going to get to know this guy when she could barely hear him was a mystery to you. Glancing around you couldn't see her, she had said to meet you at 8. Where was she? You couldn’t call her, because you had decided you wanted to see what Billy would do in lieu of you not having a phone on you. Just as you thought that her voice carried down the walkway, she was definitely dressed to impress. She looked stunning in the gold glittered mini dress. You looked down at your own outfit, the green sundress a lot more conservative. You felt over dressed, this was just meant to be drinks. You hadn't expected to need club wear. Another car pulled up beside you and 4 people exited the taxi. Squad 8, they smiled when they saw you, but their eyes were definitely fixed on Rachel. Oh, he would notice her now.

“Hey guys, y/n. Ready to head on in?” Rachel said, grinning as she linked your arms together, “I love that dress, babe. You look super cute!” She complimented you genuinely, as you approached the bouncer and he let the group in.

"I'm gunna grab a drink," you said, heading towards the bar as the rest of the group made their way to a table.

"Hey! YN! Wait up!" Derek called, running up behind you, " I've been wanting to talk to you," he said now waiting in the line next to you.

"Oh really? I'm kinda off the clock right now,"

"No, no. Not like that, it's just," he shuffled on his feet, his eyes locked on the back of the person in front of you, "it's- you know when you like someone and you don't know if they like you back?"

“Yehhh,” you said, half sure of where this was going.

“Well, so I've got this friend and he really likes this girl, but he doesn't know how to tell her.” he admitted awkwardly, his usually gruff demeanor slipping away and a shy one replacing it.

“Please tell me, that girl isn't me,” you sighed.

“What?! No. It's Isaac.” he said, giving you a confused look.

“You like Isaac?”

“I mean yeh- Fuck, no that's not what I meant. You and Rachel seem close. Do you know if she likes him? He won't shut up about her fucking shiny hair.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed, wiping your palm over your face, “those two are idiots. What do you think the reason for this whole thing is?”

“Oh. Oh!” Derek clicked, “well let's get them wasted and see what happens.”

“Great plan. Let's get to it!”

You and Derek each buy a pitcher of cocktails for the group to share and your plan to get Rachel and Isaac to loosen up is underway. Fortunately, it also manages to loosen up the 2 remaining members of squad 8 Erica and Boyd as well. But that seems to work in your favour as well, the two of them finding dance partners relatively easily and heading off to make out in a cupboard you assume. Leaving the 4 of you as the table. You spot someone you think looks familiar at the bar, but blow it off. Deciding it’s probably just a trick of the flashing lights. There’s no way, it’s a big city. Time for the next phase in your plan.

You stand up and your legs are shaking, God how much had you had? "Derek, derek," you giggled, "come dance with me, let's leave these love birds alone," you not so subtly winked at him, your hand flying over your mouth, "whoops sorry it's a secret," you thought you whispered, but actually shouted at them.

You dance for a while Derek kept a comfortable distance away and seeming to be doing a bang up job of keeping everyone else away to. Until you spot a clear image of someone you thought you hadn’t seen before, a familiar giant and he spots you. You get a niggle in the back of your mind telling you someone is watching you, but you chalk it up to paranoia and the obvious, Derek is watching you. Der. You begin making your way towards the familiar face you throw your arms around him.

“Bo! Fancy seeing you here,” you giggle excitedly, swaying a bit on the spot.

“Y/n, didn't expect to see you here without your bodyguard,” he said, his eyes stopping when he saw Derek coming towards you. “Wow, you really do like them dark and scary,”

“Do you know this man, Miss Castle?” Derek asked, puffing out his already huge chest, his deep blue eyes staring down the man. How he managed to seem taller than Bo was crazy, considering Bo was towering over him.

“Yeh he's a friend, we're gonna dance right?” You smile at Bo, peering over at his friends who seem to be winking at him, their hands shooing him away.

You and Bo keep a little distance between you as you dance, but he's trying to say something and you can't hear so you move closer as his arms wrap around you, he leans down to your ear. “Sorry that it didn't work out with what's his name,” he said earnestly, his hands keeping a respectable place on your lower back.

“Wha!?” You said almost unable to hear him over the thumping music, the niggling feeling of being watched still in the back of your mind.

“Your new boyfriend is almost as scary as the last one,”

“Oh, Derek isn't my boyfriend,” you yell back, feeling his grip tighten on you

“Does that mean,” he leans back tilting your head up, “I finally got a shot,” you shake your head as his mouth inches closer to you, he sees you flinch. His body almost bent in half as his forehead connects with yours, your noses nearly touching, “I’d be so good to you. No more scary ass men following you around,”

“What are you doing?” You mumbled not wanting to move, but your brain is screaming at you that this is a bad BAD idea, “you're going to get me in trouble.”

“You wouldn’t be a secret to me,” He sighed, brushing his nose against yours. His eyes looked mournful, he knew.. And so did you. It wasn’t him.

“Bo,” you sighed regretfully, if only, “I’m sorry, I-” he pulled back, not wanting to have you reject him again. You felt horrible, every time you ran into him made it harder to walk away. You needed to do something.

“Forget it, let's just keep dancing,” he stood back, giving you some space.

“I got an even better idea, I'll be right back,” you said, dancing away and towards the pretty brunette that was dancing by herself, you had noticed her glancing at Bo a few times, a sad expression on her face when he had started dancing with you.

“Hey,” you said dancing next to her and she smiled back, “how would you feel about doing me a solid, see that guy over there,” you pointed at Bo, “he's my bestie and he's been going on and on about you, could you just go talk to him to shut him up,”

“He is kinda cute, in a giraffe way,” she giggled, “ok, but just one dance.” you could see the excitement in her eyes, she looked like she was gunna climb him like a tree.

“Perfect,” you take her by the hand and quickly lead her towards him.

“What's this?” He asked, when you arrived with the random woman you had accosted in tow, a somewhat surprised expression on his face.

“Bo meet, sorry I didn't get your name,” you smiled, turning back to the woman.

“Tilly,” she smiled up at him and you knew what she saw in his eyes because you saw it too.

“Ok, you kids have fun,” you giggled making your way back to Derek.

“That was nice of you, but his eyes are still on your ass,” Derek sneered, obviously not impressed by the interaction you had with Bo, “Can’t believe how well you handled that,” you both stood at the bar watching them.

“Give it a minute,” you said, watching them while sharing another jug of cocktails with Derek at the bar. You watched their conversation and within seconds he had her laughing, their bodies getting closer as the first song ended and the next started.

Sure enough, by the end of the third song they were fully making out on the dance floor and you could see him whisper something in her ear, taking her hand to lead her towards the door, ”See told you so,” you smirked at Derek, impressed at your own skills.

Derek took you back out on the dancefloor and you carved out your own little area in the corner when all of the drinks rushed south. Derek flinched as you leaned on close to his ear, so he could hear you "I'll gotta pee, be back in a sec,"

It took you a few minutes but you eventually found the bathroom, meeting some lovely drunk women who said they loved your dress and hair, before declaring you their new bestie.

You're on your way back to Derek when something big grabs you by the arm. Pulling you toward them they clamp a big meaty hand over your mouth. "Don't scream," his voice threatens. You don't, instead opting to bite down on his fingers. His hand releases your mouth and you yell back

“Take your filthy mit's of me! You fucker! I'll kill you,” That seems to do the trick, you glance up at the man and he looks like a deer stuck on headlights, good he should be scared. It's only when you follow his eyes that you see a very very passed off Billy. He throws some words at a very sad looking Derek behind him before stepping closer to you.

“Don't come any closer or the girl gets it,” The man behind you threatened, taking a gun from behind him and pointing it at your middle.

“Let her go,” Billy retaliates, swiping 3 his finger across his nose and you recognize the signal he uses to give his men, “Just let the girl go, we can settle this,” Two fingers now, ok he's counting down, “Her father won't be happy about this, if you let her go now, maybe I can talk him down,” 1. You slam your head back, hitting the guy dead in the nose and his hands fly up releasing your body. You fling forward into Billy's arms, but he merely passes you to Derek who has a firm grip on your shoulder.

You watched as Billy stalked towards the man, punching him so hard he hit the ground in seconds. How come he got to have all the fun? This guy tried to kidnap you or worse, wiggling free of Derek's grasp you ran forward grabbing the knife that you knew Billy kept in his boot and leaning over him. You bring the knife down towards the man's face, Your wrist caught mid-air by Billy's strong hand.

“You can unkill a man, little girl,” He chided you, his eyes not leaving yours as his knee pressed down onto the man's sternum

“What if I just stab him a little? it was me he was trying to kidnap”

“How about we start small, ok?” Billy said, his hand releasing your wrist, he gave you a small nod. It occurred to you that he trusted you, trusted that even if you sometimes didn't listen or defied him for fun, when it mattered you were obedient. It was a big revelation for a slightly drunk woman, it made your mind swirl and you hoped you would forget in the morning, “You still with me?” he asked, and you realised you’d just been staring into space.

“Ugh, fine,” You sighed, pressing the blade into his face and drawing blood, swiping it across his cheek. Billy watching as a sick smirk spread across your face, his hand moving to take the knife from you.

“That's enough,” he commanded, hitting the guy again so he was out cold. “HALE, take this guy to processing. I'm taking this one home,” He stood, snaking an arm around you as your legs were shaking. “You alright little girl?”

“Who was that guy?” you asked, looking up at him, your eyes seeming foggy, as adrenaline and alcohol swirled through your mind.

“Hale will find out. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you leaving your phone at home”

“How you find me?” he gave you a pointed look and you knew, “Derek, fucking narc,"

“You’re lucky he is, Who knows what would've happened if I wasn’t here,”

“How long you been here?” your words slurring as he guided you through the club.

“Long enough, that I know that you nearly crossed a line,” he stared down at you, you're sure he would've looked scary had you been anyone else. But he didn't, you could see what was behind the fury in his eyes, hurt. You brushed his cheek, making googly eyes at him, “You saved that man's life tonight,” he muttered nuzzling into your hand as you stepped into the fresh night air.

“Creep, he tried to take me away, shoulda let me stab stab stab him,” you giggled, making stabby motions with your hands.

“Not him, little girl.” he leaned down, kissing you possessively while he guided you towards the car.

“I know,” you moaned, opening the car door and crawling backwards into the back seat, Billy climbing in on top of you, shutting the door behind him.

PART 10

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[thefloorisbalaclava]

I have a mechanic!Frankie thought. So my car died recently in the middle of the night on a country road in the forest, because the battery was faulty. Frankie to the rescue?

A/N: Okay I absolutely love this prompt. Also I know nothing about towing and all the stuff that goes into hooking the cars up to tow trucks. I just know that it is probably very...fun...watching Frankie do this.

Also...first kiss...maybe

[mechanic!frankie masterlist]

“This can’t be happening,” you cried, putting your forehead against the steering wheel. It was dark and it looked like you were in the middle of nowhere and, of course, no one else seemed to be on the road. You looked at your phone and luckily you still had a signal. Now all you had to do was think of someone who would be willing to come help you so late at night. You were about to call a towing company before you scrolled through your contacts and saw the one person you knew wouldn’t mind.

Frankie.

You looked at the time then took a deep breath before pushing the call button, already thinking of ways you could make this up to him.

“Hello,” Frankie answered with a groggy voice.

“H-Hey...Frankie? It’s me...” You could hear him moving around as if he was sitting up. Damn, you woke him up.

He cleared his throat. “Hey, you okay?”

“Uh...not really. My car just gave out on me in the middle of nowhere.” You looked around again and spotted a sign. “Oh, I think I’m near a trail.” You read the sign out loud and heard some more movement on his end.

“I know exactly where you are. I go for hikes there all the time. I’ll come get you.” He was already putting his shoes on.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother.”

“I’m sure and I’ll stay on the phone with you until I get there. I know it can be pretty scary up there when it gets dark.” Okay, you definitely owed him now.

“You really are my hero, you know that? What would I do without you?” you asked and he chuckled.

“You give me way too much credit,” he said. You liked to imagine that he was blushing right now. “If I was any good I would have picked up on something being wrong with your engine after all the times you brought your car in.”

“Don’t do that, Frankie. Don’t discredit yourself.”

“My own worst critic, I guess,” he mumbled.

“Aren’t we all?”

He sighed then spoke again. “What were you doing up that way?”

“Visiting a friend I haven’t seen in a while,” you told him and you noticed the way he went quiet. “Frankie?”

“Yeah, I’m here. Shouldn’t take me too long to get there,” he assured you. You two talked about everything from your favorites colors to favorite ice cream flavors and by the time he got to you, you had forgotten about being stuck in the middle of nowhere in the dark.

You got out of the car when you saw him get out of his truck. “The damsel in distress is here,” you joked.

“Ah, you’re not damsel in distress. Far from it.” He looked at the car then back at you. “I’ll tow it to my garage and work on it first thing tomorrow. You can wait in the truck if you like. Got a spare jacket in there if you’re cold,” he offered.

“Thanks Frankie.”

“No problem. I’ll just need your key.” He held his hand out and you placed your keys there, your fingers brushing his palm ever so lightly. You walked to the truck and grabbed the extra jacket he kept in there and wrapped it around yourself. You weren’t exactly cold but being in his jacket felt like a warm hug and, well, it smelled like him. His scent was quickly becoming one of your favorite things. You stood and watched, suddenly interested in how cars were towed.

The truck’s lights shone on his as he worked to get your car hooked up. You tried your best not to outwardly ogle the poor man as he bent and stretched, but the way the shirt tightened around his shoulders and back was almost hypnotizing. Suddenly he turned to you and you looked away quickly making it glaringly obvious that you were staring.

“All right. We’re good to go,” he said, brushing his hands off as he walked to the truck. He climbed in and you followed, watching him press a few buttons to get things moving. “Let’s get your baby to the garage.”

The ride to the garage was quiet, but comfortably so. You caught yourself turning to look at him every so often and sometimes he would look at you too.

“Thanks again,” you said as he climbed back in to the truck after unhooking your car from it.

“No problem. I promise I’ll sort everything out. Hopefully, I’ll have it all fixed tomorrow,” he said.

“Now I really owe you dinner, huh?”

“You don’t owe me a thing.” He pulled onto the road and started driving in the direction of your house.

“But I do.” You put your hand over the one he had resting on the center console and squeezed. “I do.” He looked at your hand then back at the road, swallowing hard.

“Dinner it is then,” he relented.

When he pulled up to your house, you didn’t want to get out of the truck. You didn’t even want to unwrap yourself from his jacket, but you did and folded it nicely before putting it on the backseat.

“I can’t begin to thank you enough,” you started.

“You already have.” He turned to you and you turned to him and suddenly you both were leaning in. Then his lips were on yours. It was the softest kiss you had ever experienced. His lips were even softer. You both opened your eyes at the same time and backed away from each other slowly.

“Sorry,” you both said in unison.

“Don’t be,” you said together again before laughing and looking away from each other.

“So, uh, dinner...my place...let me know when is a good time for you, okay?” You opened the door and hopped out of the truck. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. I’ll call you when your car is ready.”

“Sounds good. This is really dramatic but I’ll never forget that you did this for me and I know I’ve said it too many times already but thank you, Frankie.” You put your hand over your heart.

“I’d do all over again if I had to,” he confessed. You lingered for a moment before finally closing the truck door and walking to your door. You looked back once more and waved then watched as he drove off.

There were a few things you would never forget about this night.

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[neongreengummiebears]

Disorganized Thoughts on Sex Education Season 3

I binge watched the entirety of season 3 on Friday, and after sitting with it for a couple days, I have composed myself enough to offer some thoroughly disorganized thoughts on what I’ve seen. 

     While I did enjoy many things about this season, I don’t understand the people who claim it was the strongest. In fact, I believe that it was the weakest. I don’t know what exactly happened during the delay, but I swear they have to have lost staff. Writers, perhaps editors? Whoever usually reins things in a bit, keeps the show grounded, and everyone in character. Whoever had that job, they’re either gone, or they’ve just stopped giving a fuck which, while relatable, is unfortunate in regards to this show. Now what do I mean by that? Let me elaborate:

1. This season was gross. And I don’t mean in general, like I didn’t like it. No, I mean that the writers decided that being sexually explicit wasn’t funny enough and decided to add just a fuck-ton of fart jokes and toilet humor. And I get it, okay? This show prides itself on being crass. But you can be crass without being disgusting. I acknowledge that this comes entirely down to personal preference, but I can’t stand toilet humor and I feel like this season really ramped it up. Every episode was someone farting or talking about shit, or that god forsaken thrice cursed bus scene. Sex doesn’t gross me out, talk about sex all fucking day I don’t care, but I don’t need to watch an extended scene of someone digging their own shit out of a bus toilet in a sock and chucking it out the window onto someone’s car. And even just smaller things, like Aimee talking about the flour constipating her or her taking a massive shit in Jean’s toilet when she and Maureen were there. Those scenes weren’t necessary for the plot in any way, which leads me to believe they were just there because someone thought they were funny and if that’s you’re thing go off, but it most definitely isn’t mine. 

2. Ruby and Otis. And more importantly, what was the point of Ruby and Otis? Now don’t get me wrong, I like Ruby as a character and I found their relationship interesting. And I think that it would have been even more interesting if the writers had devoted more time to properly developing it- Ruby was getting better as a person but she wasn’t there yet. I liked it once Otis started standing up for himself more, and demanding respect in the relationship and as she started to actually care for him she did come to treat him more respectfully. I think with more time they could have been really good. But they didn’t get that time- she said she loved him and they didn’t even work through that fiasco before he was kissing Maeve at a gas station. Overall it had a lot of potential but the way they played it left me just sitting here like...why? Like from a narrative standpoint what was even the purpose? Because from where I’m sitting it really only served as yet another roadblock standing between Otis and Maeve and even though I shipped them like CRAZY in season 1 and 2 the constant unnecessary roadblocks are getting a little old. Which leads me to my next point...

3. Why was Maeve and Otis so unsatisfying? That’s not actually a rhetorical question, I can tell you: Because the writers put so little effort into what is supposed to be the main couple on the show. I feel like they put more effort into keeping them apart and then when it comes time to put them together they’re just kind of like NOW KISS, they only talk like once after and then they ship Maeve off to America. Now I’ve heard rumors that Emma Mackey might not want to return to the show for season 4 so if I had to guess at all of this I would say that both this point and the last was a sloppy attempt to cover their asses in the event that they can’t get her to sign back on. If she does return, they can explore the relationship between her and Otis in season 4. If she doesn’t, they’re probably going to put him back with Ruby. But they couldn’t just write her off without at least touching on the relationship they spent the past 2 seasons building, even though Otis and Maeve barely interact in this season, which is frankly another reason why it felt so shoddy. They spent exponentially more time talking to other people and then half the time when Otis was talking to her he was super cringe. 

     Overall, despite loving their relationship initially, the characters have changed so much from their original dynamic, and have interacted so little, that I really don’t even know what’s pulling these characters together. It’s disappointing to admit that I’m kind of over it but honestly even the writers don’t feel invested. it kind of feels like they put them together because the audience expected it and after 3 seasons of anticipation the payoff was generally underwhelming. 

4. Otis. Just...Otis. I understand that Otis was introduced as being a very nice helpful character in season one. He was the quintessential good guy. And then in season 2 he got to explore being a douche for a bit- which is fine. He is a teenager and he was going through some shit. But I really felt that by the end of season 2 he should have resolved that particular plot point. And he was a little better in season 3 I guess? But he didn’t really progress until the end of this season and from a writing standpoint I feel like they really dragged that out for too long. 

5. What’s with this show and it’s hard on for cheating? Like seriously, why does almost every relationship have some kind of infidelity. Like, were Otis and Ruby officially broken up when he kissed Maeve? Maeve certainly hadn’t broken up with Isaac, and this was almost directly on the heels of their very emotional sex scene. There was the issue with Jean and Jakob last season, and Eric cheating on Rahim with Adam. And then Eric (for some reason) cheating on Adam this season with random Nigerian dude whose name I can’t remember. Just...why is this a thing? 

     But also can we just talk about how weird the break up was? And out of left field? Like they literally spent the whole season developing their relationship, and then they get to Nigeria and after hiding the whole time he is subtly able to talk about Adam to his grandmother. And he sounds so proud, and so nice when he’s doing so, and not at all like he’s planning to end this wonderful relationship he’s describing. And then when he gets back, guilty after cheating on said boyfriend (like he should be) he asks Adam, seemingly as a test, if he would go out to a club with him. And Adam says no because that isn’t his scene and like...Eric knows that isn’t his scene. But at the same time, I feel like if Eric had sat him down and been like “You don’t have to wear makeup or dress outlandishly, just come to the club with me because it’s important to me” I really think Adam would have gone. And if the clothes and make-up were a dealbreaker like...why? You know who you’re dating. And while wanting him to tell his mom isn’t an overwhelmingly outrageous request, when you start getting into his physical appearance then that’s just actually trying to change him as a person and that’s just a really shitty thing to do. 

6. I promise there will be some positives in this list at some point but before that...what the fuck Eric? Like, I understand that Eric wants to get out there and explore his options, find someone more comfortable doing the things that he wants to go do. That’s realistic I guess, your high school relationships don’t work out and just because Adam came out for him he still isn’t obligated to stay in a relationship with him. But from a fictional narrative standpoint? What the fuck is this? Adam and Eric were one of the most popular ships on the show. They have been foreshadowed since season one, and had so so much effort put into developing them both as characters. Adam has come such a long way. They have brought him so far out of him comfort zone that Adam in season 3 is almost a completely different person to Adam in season 1. They spent so much of this season further developing the relationship they established last season, and for what? To break them up at the very end? WHY? 

7. Following on the heels of point 6, Aimee and Steve. They didn’t need to break up. I understand the direction the writers were taking this- Aimee wants to be single for a while to fully process her trauma and get to know her own body again. And that’s valid. I just don’t like it because I very strongly suspect that she will have a new love interest next season and that all her stuff about being single isn’t going to be shown. It will all happen off screen during whatever time skip they employ between seasons and then they’re going to use the fact that she is single to introduce a new more dramatic love interest for her since golden retriever boy Steve wasn’t interesting enough for them. Maybe that’s just me being cynical but if anyone can come out of season 3 NOT feeling a little cynical it would probably be a miracle. 

8. A positive! Finally a positive! I love the relationship between Adam and Rahim. Do I want them to date? Not particularly. I wouldn’t be mad if it happens, but I really just like them as like awkward begrudging friends. Some of my favorite scenes this season were the interactions between the two of them (Once again, the disgusting bus ride notwithstanding) I like Rahim a lot more when he isn’t interrupting my ship (which is a habit of mine. I liked Ola a lot more once she broke up with Otis) 

9. I don’t think Viv was out of character. Some people have been saying that she was, but I don’t think so. She has always been ambitious and even Jackson understand that about her in the show. And even when she was working for Hope and carrying out her rules, she was never an antagonist because she never gave up her personal morals to do it. For example, when Hope had them divided into boy and girl lines, Jackson asked her where Cal should go. She told him that boys went to the left and girls went to the right but as soon as Cal was like “Im not a boy or a girl,” Viv was immediately like, “ Oh! Right! Let me ask Hope.” She approached the situation in a way that made it clear that she recognized this issue as a legitimate problem and when she went to Hope it wasn’t framed like “This person is being an issue refusing to choose,” but instead like “We didn’t account for this possibility, that was our bad. How should we fix it?” Later on, on the class trip, Viv even lied to Hope and told her everything was fine because she didn’t want to get anyone in trouble. Viv took the opportunities presented to her, but I never interpreted it as her being an antagonist in any way. 

10. I love that Viv and Jackson remained friends, and I love that Viv has her sexy long-distance boyfriend who sexts about wheat XD Her sexting was one of my favorite scenes- well written, laugh out loud hilarious. No complaints. Sexy boyfriend was indeed very sexy and honestly, Viv absolutely deserves him. 

11. Mr. Groff better apologize to Adam next season, or at the very least have any kind of fucking conversation with his son at all or else why the fuck did I watch SO MANY scenes developing him as a sympathetic character? They could have spent that time developing ANYONE, but instead we were focused on him so like...I’m going to need some kind of payoff. Make it relevant

12. I want more bonding scenes between Adam and Maureen. I love Maureen- I love her friendship with Jean and I love how she always chooses her son over  her estranged husband (as she should) I especially love her very loving and supportive relationship with Adam, even though Adam is terrible at communication. It’s a self indulgent wish, I’d just like to see more. 

13. Isaac. I made many posts after the season 2 release, about how much I despised Isaac. Unlike Ola, I find that I didn’t have a complete change of heart but I don’t hate him AS MUCH as I did before. I still don’t like him though and while you might think “Yeah but you hate anyone who stands in the way of Otis and Maeve” no. This is historically accurate and yet, this season? Not true. For example, I don’t hate Ruby. Do I think her inclusion in the story was handled poorly in a way that made the entire plot point unnecessary? Yes I do. I also feel that way about Isaac, but less so because I feel like the relationship between him and Maeve deepening was better foreshadowed and was kind of the natural conclusion given the events of the previous season. As a character though, I still don’t really like him, and after 2 seasons of him I don’t think it has anything to do with him interfering with Maeve’s relationship with Otis- I just legitimately don’t like him. And I don’t like him with Maeve. I think the biggest irritant this season was the way that, after confessing about deleting the message he was like “yeah I fucked up but only because I like you so much, just forgive me” And then at one point I believe I remember Maeve apologizing to him for her reaction to everything. But then when he found out that she kissed Otis (admittedly a shitty thing to do) he got so mad and like, held a fucking grudge about it. And I get it, he has a right to be mad, but also boy you were the one groveling like 2 episodes ago get over yourself. They both fucked up in different ways but he acts like he has the moral high ground all the time and it gets really annoying. I don’t know, maybe I’m letting my general dislike of the character color my perception of events, but this show has managed to change my opinion on characters before but it still hasn’t made me like him so I think it’s just not going to. 

14. What the hell were they trying to do with Hope? Like legitimately, what? Because I can’t quite figure it out. And that’s mostly because I feel like they were trying to make her a nuanced and sympathetic villain, but they broke a cardinal rule- To make a villain sympathetic you must also ensure that nothing they do is inherently irredeemable. For example, principal Groff. He was a grade A dick for the past 2 seasons but I still feel that, now that we have a sympathetic backstory, if handled properly he could still come back from this. He can see the error of his ways and if he works really really hard to make amends to his family he could perhaps have his character turned around. In Hope’s case however, I would argue that they did makes her nuanced, but failed to make her sympathetic because as a character she went too far. If they had stuck to her just being a general tyrant of a headmaster - enforcing strict rules and regulations but doing so out of insurmountable pressure from her own bosses -  and then softened us towards the character by showing us her willingness to help Maeve get a scholarship, her troubled marriage, and her inability to conceive, it could have worked. The trouble is when they brought in her racism and general bigotry. Those weren’t flaws brought on by stress, those were deeply rooted character flaws that the character isn’t going to overcome because by the end of the season the character hasn’t even admitted them to herself. The issues were addressed by others, but not by Hope herself, leaving me to believe that the character herself still views them as a nonissue. I would be very surprised if she even appears in season 4 and moreso if they manage to even half-way redeem her. I’m relatively certain we won’t see her again, which makes me question the effort put into her character development. 

15. I like Jakob as a character, I don’t like him as a love interest for Jean, but I LOVE him as a father figure for Otis. It’s very conflicting because I want him to stay in Otis’s life, but I don’t like him as a romantic interest for Jean. also it’s pretty clear he isn’t Joy’s father so that’s going to be an awkward fucking conversation. If she even tells him. The way the show is going I kind of feel like she won’t, or will at least put it off for as long as possible. 

16. I want more interaction between Otis and Jean. Positive interaction, not just her being intrusive or Otis being a little bitch. I like their mother-son dynamic when they’re getting along so I just generally want more of it. 

17. Adam. Adam has become my favorite character in this show and I just generally want more of him and his relationships with others. I love his relationship with his mother but I want more if him and Emily, and him and Ola and now him and Ruby. I want to see him and Ruby discussing the Kardashians. I want him to train Madam and enter her in more competitions and just ultimately grow his social circle. Get all the love and support for god’s sake this boy needs it. 

Im sure there are plenty of things I’m forgetting and you can ask me about them if you like but for now it’s late and I’m tired. 

#sex education season 3 #sex education season 3 spoilers #sex education #otis milburn #eric effiong #adam groff #jean milburn #maeve wiley #Aimee #I don't know Aimee's last name #My bad

[sunmoontruth-stiles]

Ok this is gonna be long. I’ve literally been slowly working on this for… too long. I’m just in a mood to have a long discussion about ships. I’ll be looking at canon and not, so bare with me. I don’t ship all of these personally. I’m mostly just picking the most popular ones. I chose to leave out a few that I just don’t want to talk about. I tried to keep this loosely chronological, but that quickly went to hell. None of this is meant to be hate towards anyone’s ship, just my personal opinions on each of them.

Canon:

Scott x Allison: True Classic

Scallison is so sweet as it is truly the epitome of young love. Romeo and Juliet, except Romeo is even more of an idiot and Juliet is a badass who dies for a cause. They’re moral and ethical codes are both highly valued by themselves, even if they don’t align with others very often. They loved with everything they had. They were beautiful. We’re they soulmates in the end, or just the first love who will always hold a special place in your heart? Who knows, but I’ll always love these immature kids who thought their love could change everything.

Stiles x Lydia: The Long Awaited

Stydia is as slow burn as you can get. Unfortunately their actual getting together was slightly rushed in my opinion. They didn’t have time to find their own as a couple because Stiles just wasn’t in the show enough at that point. I know the reasons behind it, but it did leave this couple at an awkward stage of official-but-not-shown. The idea that Stiles loved her as a kid, immature and infatuated, and he saw her for who she really was, will always be cute. Then they grew, changed, became friends, and found other people. Them finding each other later on, having real love that’s developed slowly, is a wonderful arc. Though, a part of me will always believe they should have pursued other story lines in the wake of Stiles’ absence from the plot. They’re finally together! …but we don’t get to see it.

Jackson x Lydia: The Image

Oh Jackson and Lydia. Honestly, I love them. Their connection at a time in their lives when they couldn’t open up to anyone else, just hits me right in the feels. I mean, god that HUG. You know the one. Always brings me to tears. I’m so sad their relationship was almost entirely depicted during Jackson’s kanima time when he couldn’t think nor truly act for himself. Those small moments of scared vulnerability when he wanted to protect her from himself… I’ll miss these two. They deserved to find other people and remain life-long friends. I loved their moment in the last episode. I wish they’d gotten to see each other grow. Also they had such bixbi solidarity vibes, and I’ll die on that hill.

Scott x Lydia: Leaders

Ok, I’m gonna be honest here. I ship it. The power couple they would have been?? Also them coming together after they lost Allison would have actually made sense. A part of me kinda wishes the writers had moved on from Stydia as a romantic relationship and leaned into them growing as friends and Stiles moving on from his childhood crush. Scott and Lydia actually would have had good chemistry. They were both very headstrong heroic types, but Lydia would have balanced Scott out well intellectually. They had the history, and I think it could had worked if they wrote it right. Plus, Scott and Lydia would have been a better endgame that Scalia.

Scott x Kira: New Beginnings

These two were adorable. Kira was a badass, don’t get me wrong, but she let herself be soft in a way Allison was always afraid to. This couple was truly Baby. Absolute dorks. I can definitely see the lasting quality between the two of them. They saw things very similarly, and had a ton in common. I do think Kira deserves more characterization outside of their relationship, like more of her friendship with Malia. Overall, her departure from the show will always be sad to me. It was bad writing. Scott was over her far too quickly.

Aiden x Lydia: Pretty People Herd

I honestly didn’t see much between these two other than mutual attraction. The best thing to come out of this relationship was Lydia’s line, “You’re not just a bad boy, Aiden. You’re a bad guy. And I don’t want to be with the bad guys.” Good character development moment.

Ethan x Danny: Step to Redemption

Danny really was the thing that made Ethan look outside of the pack for what he really wanted out of life. They had a few cute scenes. Gotta love Danny’s final remarks, “Dude, it’s Beacon Hills.”

Allison x Isaac: Unexpected Rebound

Ok, I like these two. Isaac could match Allison’s snark in a way Scott couldn’t. They both fought the progression of the relationship slightly. They didn’t expect to fall for each other. They were less willing to let someone in close. I’d love to have seen more… but unfortunately their time was limited. On a side note, sometimes their relationship did feel like ‘we both are in love with the same guy, let’s cope with each other’, but I find that completely valid. I’ll talk about Scallisaac later though.

Stiles x Malia: Anchors

Ok but, them <3 I love what they did for each other. Stiles was able to help Malia connect to her humanity and other people. He never tried to isolate her in their relationship and encouraged her growth. Malia offered Stiles the emotional support he never asked for. She defended him, fought for him, and loved him fiercely. Stiles needed that so much after season 3. I think they were a love that wasn’t meant to last, but the impact of it was forever. I wish we’d gotten to see a real end for them where they agreed that they needed to grow as individuals but would always still care.

Liam x Hayden: Three’s a Pattern

These two’s characterization stopped whenever they had storylines together. Their relationship was built on Scallison references. Hayden’s character could have been interesting, but they never really gave her a moment to shine. Liam has the worst plots when they revolved around her. Cute couple, poor writing.

Derek x Braeden: Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girl Boss

Derek deserves to be happy so much. Kate and Jennifer were just... jeez. Him and Braeden were cute and deserved more screen time. I think her intensity allowed for Derek to let go of control a bit more comfortably. Let Derek Be Soft. Anyway, love them.

Corey x Mason: Gotta Have That Rep TM

These two could have been cute if they were shown for more than two seconds at a time. I highkey forget Corey even existed all the time. Kinda just felt like a relationship to fill TW’s gay quota.

Jackson x Ethan: The Callback

Honestly? Loved them. Loved the chemistry. Loved the dynamic. Best twist. I know it was probably written in like that because Colton came out during his time away from the show, but it absolutely fit his character. Jethan is top tier.

Melissa x Chris: BAMF Parent Duo

Ok, so like, Melissa deserved this plot. She deserved someone to care about her. However... what the hell? Chris? In canon, his wife died like 2-ish years prior? His daughter died 1 year prior?? Is Chris really in a position to pursue a new relationship?? Also, like, Scott and Allison dated and loved each other up to her death. Kinda weird to have their parents hook up. I don’t hate it, but I don’t ship it…?

Scott x Malia: Lead up? What’s lead up?

These two came out of nowhere I stg. Like, 6B really tried to tell us this was something that had been slowly developing in the background? Also, I understand that they are their own people, adults, and completely in charge of their own romantic pursuits: but did Scott seriously never call Stiles? Like, Malia wasn’t just his first girlfriend. She was his first. Like, dude that’s your best friend?? Not even a head’s up? No, ‘hey would this bother you?’ Oof. Plus Malia was way too chaotic for Scott. She existed in gray morality that always prioritized her immediate circle, and Scott was a very black/white type of heroism. I just didn’t feel like they fit.

Non-Canon:

Scott x Stiles: Childhood Best Friends

Ya, sorry, I don’t ship Sciles at all. I get it. Like, I totally understand the ship, and I mean no judgment at all. I just see them as friends. I really value good male friendships in media because I feel like we don’t get enough, and I always liked these two.

Stiles x Derek: Enemies to Lovers. 100k. Angst. Hurt/Comfort.

God these two really are what fanfiction was made for. I could write a much longer discussion about Sterek, and I probably will eventually. I’ll try to keep this brief. These two weren’t always on the same side, but their approach was the same. They were very similar at their core. Plus, wow the chemistry. This should have been canon. Jeff’s a coward.

Allison x Lydia: Powerful.

This ship is so great. They really had a great dynamic, and a romantic plot would have easily fit the established narrative. Lydia’s confidence in herself and Allison’s confidence in her own abilities crossing over to each other because that’s what the other lacked? Iconic.

Danny x Jackson: He Gets Him

Danny really saw Jackson for everything he was and still cared. I wished we’d gotten to see more of them. I  want more background with Jackson’s eventual coming out and his friendship with Danny. Like, they ended up dating the same guy. What did Ethan have to say about that??

Stiles x Jackson: Bastards

Ok these two had a super fun dynamic. The asshole-energy between them was, great. The snark was always so entertaining.

Melissa x Noah: Family

How were these two not endgame? Their sons were practically brothers already. They had amazing chemistry. The flirting? Not to mention, their timeline would have made way more sense. Missed opportunity.

Chris x Peter: The Opposite of Love is Indifference, Not Hate

Ok so like, this was definitely one of those ships that I had absolutely no knowledge of before I was pretty into the fandom. Like, this was not something I would have guessed just after watching the show. That being said; my god the chaos alone…

Scott x Isaac: The Disaster Duo

Okay ya I love these two. Two dumb asses who act like idiot puppies. Such a fun dynamic. Plus?? Chemistry??? Hellooo

Scott x Allison x Isaac: Three Heads Are Better Than One

This ship is definitely one of my personal favorites. I very rarely poly-ship. I just feel like most of them are just love triangles with an ‘easy solution’, when two of them have no real connection. That is so not the case here. I feel like all of them have such great chemistry with each other. They also have a great dynamic as a group. Season 3A was really just Scallisaac rights.

Stiles x Isaac: I Hate You, jk…Not Really

Ok I loved their banter, but I really just don’t see this ship. Idk, I don’t personally ship it. Would have loved to see their friendship develop more tho.

Erica x Allison: Duo that would stab you with a stiletto

I don’t ship it, but I do wish we’d seen them become friends. I feel like they had a very artificial ‘girls fighting over a boy’ dynamic? They could have been such a badass duo.

Stiles x Erica: Batman x Catwoman

Ok I’m not sure exactly how to express my feelings for these two so bare with me. OMG I love their dynamic so much, and they are sooo cute. Their energy? Amazing. Chemistry? Great. History? It’s there and has so much potential. 10/10. Love them. But, no, I don’t ship it lol. Just really love their friendship, but with the underlying history of crushes.

Boyd x Erica: Was This Not Canon?

How can anyone not love Berica? Ugh they are adorable. These two deserved so much better.

Boyd x Cora: Survivors

Honestly I don’t really see it? Like they definitely had a connection, but it never felt romantic. I really feel like they just had to lean on each other and bond to make it through captivity, and it just lasted.

Boyd x Erica x Cora: The Pack

I literally learned this was a ship a couple days ago. Similar feelings towards this as Bora, but with the added hesitancy of we never actually saw Erica and Cora interact.

Cora x Stiles: Slow Build Up

These two were clearing being lined up to be a thing before Cora ended up leaving. I can’t say I’m disappointed they never happened. Kinda felt like they just wanted to straight-code Sterek.

Cora x Lydia: Mean Lesbians

Not much interaction to actually go off of, but yes I 100% support. They have very different approaches to problems, which is fun. Very ‘opposites attract’.

Malia x Kira: “Maybe you could date the coyote?”

Another one of my favorites!! They really complimented each other. Also, how full circle would they have been? They were introduced in back-to-back episodes. Malia stalking her as a coyote? The line from Kira’s dad about dating it? It would have been so funny if that ended up happening.

Malia x Lydia: Beauty and the Beast, but make it wlw

These two were fun. I liked their friendship, but I don’t really ship it. Though, rip Stiles that would have been hilarious.

Parrish x Lydia: The Cop and The Minor

Must I say more? Like, Parrish’s character, so sweet and big rule follower, did not make sense for what went down with Lydia. I love Parrish, but the dynamic just felt off. It didn’t feel consistent with the rest of his characterization.

Parrish x Stiles: The Cop and The Minor, but gay?

Ok, same reasoning as above, but also they had absolutely no connection romantically.

Scott x Theo / Stiles x Theo: Sometimes The Villain is Hot

Ok I’ve put these together because I have the same opinion for both. I don’t ship it. Neither had any rebuilding of trust, and Theo really hurt both of them. I just don’t really think they work.

Mason x Liam: Sciles Puppy Pack Edition

Similar to my feeling about Sciles, I just don’t ship these two. They had a good friendship, from the little we saw of it.

Theo x Liam: Anchors 2: Electric Boogaloo

Another personal favorite! I really don’t even understand why this didn’t go canon?? The elevator scene was just, so intense. They helped each other grow in 6B, and I really loved their dynamic. They should have hooked up.

Honorable Mention?: 

Parrish x Laura: What’s canon?

I’ve seen this in fanfic a lot, and I actually really like it lol. I thought I’d add it in here because I do love the creativity of fandoms.

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[mermaidenisaacs]

isaac went to college and became a fratboy

society loves toxic boys. isaac lahey is one of them. 

enemies to lovers, college au

I wanted to bail as soon as I entered the frat house, but I willed myself to stay. I had to prove Isaac Lahey wrong. 

It was only two days ago that Isaac and I were sitting in our economics class, and the smug bastard just wouldn’t let it go. I wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, and definitely not one initiated by him. So I came to his party, bolstered by the urge to prove myself. 

He always knew how to push my buttons. He knew exactly what to say to get under my skin. 

I shoved past the throngs of gyrating people in the house and made my way to the kitchen, where I poured myself a sloppy concoction of strawberry daiquiri mix and vodka. Leaning against the counter, I sipped, and I waited, but Isaac was nowhere in sight. I decided I’d let him find me, a much preferable option to seeking out his stupid baby cherub curly head of hair in the crowd. 

I hated parties. And the frat boys who used parties as a scouting ground to determine which girls were hot enough to fuck. They treated the campus like their own personal playground, and because they were attractive, or because they were athletes who help the university bring in more revenue, everyone just let the horny morons run around and do whatever they wanted.

Like Isaac. Running his mouth like he knew me. His words from class rang clear in my head. 

“I know girls like you,” Isaac said, a corner up his mouth turning upwards into a small smirk. “You’re all the same, you know.” 

“What are you talking about?” I replied disinterestedly, flipping another page in my textbook. 

“You know, the stuck up, holier than thou type. I’m getting Princess Syndrome vibes.”  

I rolled my eyes. We’d been in the same class for three months and gotten stuck together for two projects (both of which he took partial credit for despite contributing nothing). I should’ve known better by now than to rise to his bait, but as usual, I did anyway. 

“What are you talking about?” I said. “Just because I don’t put up with your bullshit and I don’t drop to my knees in your presence, that makes me a stuck up princess? Please. You know nothing about me.” 

He leaned back in his chair. He was sitting beside me in the lecture hall, wearing a flannel button down, jeans that were both loose and also taut against the muscles in his thighs, and vintage gray Nike shoes that probably cost him more than my rent. He was the prototype of the arrogant, entitled fuckboy and he wore the label proudly. 

I wasn’t blind. There was a reason he could walk into any room like he owned it: unfortunately, he was gorgeous. He was six foot something with a lean build and a confident gait. Add some curly hair, high cheekbones, and pretty eyes, and he ascends to dream boy levels of attractiveness. It was like the universe was mocking me, presenting me with a boy who was exactly my type physically, but revolted me in every other way.

I was annoyed from the moment I first saw him, that fateful day he barged into the first day of lecture twenty minutes late, offered the professor nothing but a half apologetic, half what-are-you-gonna-do-about-it smile, and took the only empty spot in the lecture hall, the seat next to me. 

He sat next to me every class since then, even though there were usually plenty of other empty seats. There was one day I was running late and I arrived after him; I had watched with veiled surprise as he vacated the desk he was sitting at to occupy the spot that was once again, next to me. 

The proximity would be tolerable, if he didn’t always take the liberty of bragging about his escapades to his friends sitting nearby, sharing anecdotes about all the wild parties he attended and the endless string of nameless girls he took to bed.

“First of all,” he said, “thank you for the mental image of you dropping to your knees in front of me.” I ignored his quip. It wasn’t the first time he flirted with me. “Second, I know more about you than you think. For example, I know you don’t think much of me.” 

I snorted. “Yeah, no shit.” 

Isaac chuckled. “So patronizing, but it’s okay. You don’t like me because you think you’re better than me. But I know the truth. I see right through your act.” 

“Oh do you,” I said flatly. “Enlighten me. How am I acting? What is this mystical truth?”

“It’s pretty simple. You’re into me.” 

I blinked, underwhelmed by his grand reveal. “Seriously?”

Something flickered in Isaac’s eyes. “Don’t you ever ever wonder why you’re always putting me down? I mean obviously, you have a superiority complex, but I think all the sarcastic comments and snide remarks are really your way of keeping me at a distance. You’re trying so hard to resist, and for what? Are you afraid of what might happen if you stop resisting? If you let me in?” He grinned. The innuendo was there, about as subtle as the glaring fluorescent lights overhead.

I scoffed. “Am I afraid of--wow. I’m not afraid. I’m just not interested in you. Because you’re not interesting. You’re boring. You’re the one who’s acting, acting like you’re better than everyone else, showing up late all the time, making me do all the work on assignments, going on and on about the girls you hook up with. This act is so played out, Isaac. I see right through you.” 

Maybe I should’ve stopped there, but the momentum of finally airing out weeks of suppressed frustration spurred me forward. “We have like a month left in this class, and I’d really like to finish it in peace, so in hopes that you’ll leave me alone, I have no qualms telling you that not only do I not think much of you, I just don’t like you period. You’re lazy and arrogant. Guys like you are all the same. You’re just fuckboy trash. You don’t know me, you’ll never know me, and nothing will ever change my mind about you.” 

For a few moments, Isaac was silent, seemingly stunned. Even I was surprised by my outburst. I wasn’t the type to be confrontational. I hadn’t meant to attack Isaac like that, but once I started, I couldn’t stop. It felt good to finally get it all off my chest. 

When it seemed like Isaac wasn’t going to respond, I turned away and tried to focus on my notes. A guilty feeling settled in the pit of my stomach and I got the sense I probably should’ve kept my mouth shut, but it was too late. 

Suddenly, Isaac grabbed my elbow and jerked my arm back and made me face him. He leaned in close, and said quietly so the people around us couldn’t hear, “You really are a bitch.” 

My eyes widened into saucers and my jaw dropped open. “W-what did you just call me?” I stuttered. No one had ever called me a bitch before. I should’ve slapped him across the face, done something, but I couldn’t move. I was frozen. 

“You're a bitch,” he whispered harshly. “A know-it-all, stuck up bitch. Does calling me fuckboy trash make you feel better about yourself and the fact that you don’t have a life?” I gulped, trying to pry my elbow away, but his grip only tightened. “That’s why you hate me so much. I’m living the life you want. Instead of doing the things you really want to do, you hate me for doing them. After all, it’s easier that way, right? You get to continue living in denial and judge me at the same time.”

“So it’s fine. Judge me all you want, but just know that you don’t know me. You don’t know the half of it. You couldn’t even imagine the things I really do for fun,” he purred, a confession that should’ve sounded like a warning but oddly enough, made me curious. 

I finally managed to wrench my arm away and compose myself. “I c-couldn’t care less what you do,” I said, my earlier confidence tapering off, which in turn bolstered his. 

He raised his brow. “Is that so? You’re not even a little bit curious?” 

Too distracted by the mischievous sparkle in his eye, I jumped in surprise when his hand landed on my knee and trailed upwards an inch, and then another. I ignored it, let his hand sit there. He wanted a reaction and I refused to give it to him.

“There’s nothing to be curious about,” I said coolly. “I know you piss your life away at frat parties, drinking and getting wasted. You’re not special. Everyone’s done that.” 

“Everyone? Are you saying you’ve done that?” 

Isaac slid his hand further up my bare leg, his long fingers digging into the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. I felt goosebumps all over my body. The intensity of his scrutiny burned into me, his question still floating in the air, unanswered. 

I fought to stay still, warring with my conflicting impulses, stuck between wanting to slap his hand, and wanting to close the distance between us and bring his hand where I need it the most. It was at that moment that I realized I felt something new: I was attracted to Isaac Lahey. I recoiled at the epiphany and swiftly slapped his hand. 

He moved away with a hiss and a chuckle. “Was the slap necessary?” 

“Yes,” I hissed back, “and don’t ever touch me again.” 

“Please give up the prude act. You were like leaning forward.”

I furiously tucked my hair behind my ear. “I was not.”

“Yes you were. I’d say I’m surprised, but like I said, I know you want me. And you didn’t answer my question.” 

“Oh my god,” I rolled my eyes, “of course I’ve gotten wasted at frat parties.” 

Thoughts of attending frat parties with an ex boyfriend resurfaced, a painful reminder of my past that wouldn’t go away no matter how many months had passed since we broke up.

Isaac waited a few moments, then snorted loudly. “I’m sorry, darling. It’s just that you’re so full of shit.” 

I balked at his words. “You know what? Whatever. I don’t have to prove anything to you.” 

“Don’t you, though? Don’t you want to prove me wrong once and for all? Because I don’t believe you. Just come to one of my frat parties. You wanna prove you’re not a stuck up little princess? Show me.” 

That was it. That was the reason I was standing awkwardly in his kitchen, waiting for him to show up, all because of some stupid need to prove him wrong.  

The more time that passed, the more dumb I felt. I didn’t know anyone else at the party and my roommate had bailed on me last minute, offering to let me borrow her lucky dress as an apology. She called it her lucky dress because it always got her what she wanted, which was usually guys in her bed. 

So here I was, wearing my roommate’s sex dress, grumpy that I wouldn’t be using it to get laid. It was just slightly too short and slightly too tight. One wrong move and I could risk exposing myself. I typically preferred comfort over fashion, but it had been so long since I last got dressed up and went to a party, so I spent hours on my hair and makeup. 

I was very aware that Isaac Lahey would be the one evaluating my appearance tonight. I hated that I cared what he thought. 

Some part of me had internalized his comments. I winced at the memory of his insults. Yeah, it was terrible that he called me a bitch, but it was the way he said it that got to me. There was actual anger and animosity behind his words. It sounded like he might hate me almost as much as I hate him. 

It was strange. I wasn’t the type to have enemies. I was a consummate people pleaser, always going out of my way to be nice to others, even if I disliked them. 

It wasn’t like that with Isaac. I didn’t feel the need to be fake. I had no problem letting him know I disliked him. I rejoiced in it. 

That wasn’t even the worst of it. I hung my head in shame, mortified at the thought of anyone, much less Isaac, ever finding out the reason I froze when he called me a bitch instead of calling him out. That I actually kinda liked it. In a weird, twisted way, it was satisfying that he could feel so much emotion towards me, even if that emotion was anger or loathing. No one ever talked to me that way. 

After waiting ten more minutes, I angrily dug into my purse and pulled out my phone. I texted Isaac. 

Me [11:30 pm]: where the hell are you?

Isaac [11:33 pm]: Turn around 

Confused, I did as instructed, looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, a pair of strong hands grabbed my shoulders. I yelped, startled, and the contents of my cup sloshed onto my bare legs. 

Isaac laughed. “Shit, sorry, didn’t know you scared so easily.” 

He stood before me with a relaxed grin. He looked comfortable, more at ease now that he was in his natural environment. He was in his element here, and he was, admittedly, a sight. He wasn’t even wearing anything special. A white T-shirt, vintage jeans with a couple of strategically placed rips, and black Vans. The simplicity and lack of effort made him look more attractive. I hated it. 

“You’re such an asshole,” I muttered. He displayed a grin that was somehow both apologetic and mocking. I reached down to my leg where I had spilled my drink, grimacing at the residue lingering on my fingertips. “Ew, it’s sticky.” 

He chuckled. “Relax.” He walked to the sink, ripped two paper towels from the dispenser, and ran them under tap water. I reached to take the wet paper towels from him, but he bent over and started dabbing my sticky leg, taking it upon himself to clean up what was really his mess. 

I froze. It did not go unnoticed that he was eye-level with my crotch, and he was standing very close. “Uh, hey it’s cool, I can do it,” I said. I clutched the counter behind me as Isaac rubbed the cool wetness of the paper towel higher and higher up my leg until he was at mid thigh.

“It’s my fault you spilled. I can do it,” he insisted, crinkling his eyebrows in concentration as he gently dabbed my thigh. His expression actually looked sort of adorable. “Plus, do you really wanna bend over in that little dress and give the whole room a show?” He smirked.

Okay, that was less adorable. I would’ve recoiled at his comment if his touch didn’t feel so good. The cold pressure was like ice against my hot skin, and he was being so careful with his movements. It was when I felt his cold fingers brush the back of my knee that my leg buckled slightly. 

“Oops, my bad,” he said. He looked up at me, his eyes wide. If it weren’t for his finger tracing slow circles into the back of my thigh, I might’ve actually fallen for the innocent look on his face. 

“I think you got it,” I said, stepping away from his touch and smoothing down my dress. I squinted my eyes at him. “Thanks for, uh, that. I think that’s the first nice thing you’ve ever done for me.” 

Isaac blinked. “What do you mean? I’m always nice to you.” 

I scoffed. “Yeah right. For real, what’s up?” I crossed my arms over my chest. His eyes followed the movement and I caught him looking at my breasts. “Hey,” I scolded, swatting his arm. 

He looked back up at me with a sparkle in his eyes. “I’m sorry baby.” My throat suddenly went dry. He had probably called hundreds of girls “baby” given how easily the pet name rolled off his tongue, but I couldn’t help it. I melted a little. “You just look really beautiful. I can’t believe you actually came.”  

My breath hitched in my throat. I fought to control my expression, trying to remain unfazed as he spoke, his voice soft and intense all at once. He leaned forward and rested his hand against the counter behind me, his face inches away from mine. 

“Who would’ve thought the perfect little princess would leave her castle to come see fuckboy trash like me?” There was bite to his words. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, voice shaky with nerves and butterflies as he inched closer to me.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“I don’t, um, I...” I stammered, trying to assemble a quip to throw at him, but all the words died in my throat when he brought one long finger to my arm and slowly trailed a line from my shoulder to my elbow, leaving goosebumps in his path.  

Isaac chuckled. “What’s the matter, darling? Nothing to say?” He waited for me to speak, but my senses betrayed me again, and I was rendered silent. “That’s alright. You don’t need to speak. You can just moan my name later. And there’s another thing you can do with your mouth that doesn’t involve speaking.” 

The alcohol had slowed down the synapses in my brain, but after processing his words, I snapped back to reality. “Excuse me? What did you just say?” 

“My room’s upstairs. Do you want me to grab you another drink before we go up?” 

I shoved his chest. “Holy shit, you’re unbelievable. Did you think I came here to sleep with you?” 

He blinked. “Well, yeah.” 

I sputtered. “Why the hell would you think that?” 

He looked at me like I was crazy. “Uh, because you accepted my invite? You showed up to my party, looking like that?” 

“Like what?” I asked defensively. 

“Like you’re trying to kill me. You always show up to class in oversized T-shirts.” His eyes trailed down my body.  “I mean, I always thought you were hot, but...” 

Oh. That’s information. 

I played off my surprise with a nonchalant shrug. “I’m not trying to do anything. I can wear whatever I want. It doesn’t mean I’m trying to get your attention, Isaac. You’re so full of yourself.” I rolled my eyes. “You seriously thought me accepting your invite and coming to your frat party was like, an attempt to seduce you? You really thought I’d let you fuck me?” I laughed.

His confident grin wavered for a bit, but he recovered quickly. “You don’t have to keep up the facade. You can tell yourself all the lies you want. You came here to prove a point, you want me off your case, blah blah blah. You came here for one thing and I’m trying to give it to you. So stop pretending. This game is getting boring.” 

He approached me again. This time, he trailed his fingers down the side of my thigh over my dress, every so often letting his fingers skim past the hem. His touch made me shiver. 

“Isn’t it getting exhausting,” he continued, “pretending you’re not attracted to me? It must be hard to keep up the act of the good girl who thinks she’s too good for someone like me, when you know all you wanna do is spread your legs and beg me to fuck you.” 

It was his barely there touch, the authority in his voice, the sheer audacity of him to speak filth into my ear when we were surrounded by people. I wasn’t naive enough to believe that I was the first girl he’d ever spoken to like this and there would be many more after me. Still, it affected me. I didn’t mean for it to slip out, the pathetic little whimper that betrayed my true feelings. 

“Hm?” He’d heard it. “What was that? Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice heavy with desire. “I’ll give you anything.” 

Isaac was exceptional at saying exactly what I needed to hear. I was flush with arousal and every inch of my body was drawn to him. I wanted to reach out and touch him so bad, pull him close to me and feel the weight of his body on top of mine. As is the law of attraction, it was chemical and it defied logic. I hated him and he hated me, and it made me want him more. 

If only I could give in. Maybe there was a version of our story out there where things could be simpler. But in this one, I was too stubborn, and I refused to lose this game. I couldn’t let Isaac win and give him the satisfaction of knowing I wanted him, even if it meant denying myself. 

I leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “You know what I really want?” I purred. 

“What, baby?” he briefly brushed his lips against my shoulder. I stifled a moan. 

“I want you to stop kidding yourself,” I muttered. The offended look on Isaac’s face was something I’ll never forget. “Do you really think you have a chance with me? You really think I would ever let you touch me?” I reached forward and gently cupped his cheek. “You’re pathetic, baby.”

With that, I side stepped him and walked away, barely muffling the giggle bubbling out of my throat. I took one last look back at him. He was still standing there, utterly shocked. The face of a boy who had probably never been denied before, and if he had, never like that. Coming here tonight was worth it to leave him like that. Now I could go home satisfied.

In theory. That’s what was supposed to happen. Isaac watching me walk away from him. I win, he loses. I got what I wanted, but it didn’t feel like how I thought it would. It was something about his reaction that felt off. Initially, I had basked in the joy of Isaac’s loss, but when I turned back to look at him, along with anger and confusion, there were flecks of something else in his eyes. Something that looked like sadness. 

My joy faded a little at the realization that I might’ve actually hurt Isaac. 

~*~*~*~

I navigated through the frat house, trying to erase the hurt look on Isaac’s face from my mind. What I didn’t expect while making my way towards the front door was running into my ex. I collided with his chest headfirst, too disoriented to realize who it was. He steadied me by the arms.

“Woah, easy there,” he began, “are you alrigh--oh. Hey.” And then he said my name, the way he’d done a hundred times when we were together. It used to make my heart flutter, but now it just made my stomach queasy. 

“Stiles,” I deadpanned, brushing off his touch. “This night just keeps getting better and better.” 

Stiles slowly looked me up and down. “I haven’t seen you at any frat parties in a while. Didn’t expect to see you at this house. Why exactly are you here?” 

“None of your business,” I said icily. I wished I could’ve been pleasant and cordial, shown him I didn’t care about him enough to still be upset, but he hurt me too badly.

“I just mean that I can’t believe you’re at a Phi Beta Chi party. They’re not exactly the most refined people. Actually, they’re a bunch of drunk morons with an average 2.0 GPA who are going nowhere in life. Why would you come to their party?” 

Maybe it was because I felt a little guilty for what I did to Isaac, or maybe it’s because I really hated Stiles, but I felt the urge to defend Isaac. It wasn’t the first time Stiles had made snide remarks like this. Everyone in the Greek system knew about the rivalry between Isaac and Stiles’s fraternities. 

Stiles hated Isaac, and I was feeling petty. “That’s kinda harsh, Stiles. How stupid could they be if they got into the same university as you? And this is actually a pretty great party. If you hate them so much, why did you come?” 

Stiles frowned. “I didn’t want to come. I just tagged along with some friends.” 

“Whatever. I’m so tired of hearing you talk shit about them. This feud is stupid, but I understand why his frat hates your’s so much. You guys are so pretentious. At least here, they’re all chill.” 

Stiles scoffed. “Why are you defending them? Who are you here with? Are you alone? You should know better than to come to frat parties alone.” 

I snorted. “Don’t talk to me like you’re concerned for my safety. And I’m not alone. I was invited.” 

“By who?” 

“Isaac.” 

“Isaac? As in Isaac Lahey? That’s who you’re here with?” He laughed. I shifted uncomfortably. “Wow, didn’t know you could stoop so low. Do you just have a thing for frat guys? You wanted another one after we broke up? Seriously, you’re not stupid, babe. Why are you with him? Do you know what he’s like, how he treats girls?” 

“First of all, I’m not with him. He’s just in my class and he invited me to his party. Second, I have no illusions about Isaac, because unlike you, he doesn’t try to hide who he is.” Once again, I was jumping to Isaac’s defense, even though I had also judged him for how he treated girls. 

I thought about it. Isaac never made any promises to girls. He didn’t offer them commitment or exclusivity, and given his reputation, the girls knew what they were signing up for. I realized I couldn't really find any glaring errors in his lifestyle. He didn't set out to hurt anyone. 

Maybe Isaac’s approach to life wasn't as insidious as I previously thought. Maybe sex could be a simple pleasure, and just that. In reality, Isaac was more honest than Stiles, and maybe even me.

“You know what Stiles?” I said. “I get why you hate him so much. It’s because he’s better than you. You have to try to manipulate people into thinking you’re a good person, just like you manipulated me. Isaac is just himself. He doesn’t have to lie. He doesn’t try to convince people he’s good or anything he’s not. He is exactly who he is and people like him for it. I know the concept of honesty and transparency is probably unfamiliar to you Stiles, since all you did when we were together was lie.” 

He put his hands up defensively. “Okay, okay, you’ve made your point.” 

He looked different since I last saw him. His hair was a little longer. He had swept it up and away from his face. He had ditched his clean shaven look and had the beginnings of facial hair, trimmed down almost to the skin. He looked older, but he was still the same person he was before, so good at weaving words together that make me think he still cares about me. 

“You do look beautiful,” he said. “Is this a new dress? It’s kind of revealing, don’t you think?” He reached forward and tucked his finger underneath the thin strap over my shoulder.

“Don’t touch me, Stiles,” I seethed. “You lost that right when you cheated on me.” 

“Oh. You’re still upset about that?” 

I bit my lip, a nervous habit I picked up during our relationship. It happened whenever I had to stop myself from speaking my mind because he would twist my words and use them against me. “No, I don’t care anymore.”  

“I see. Well for what it’s worth, I truly am sorry.” I blinked. This was the first apology he’d offered me after I caught him in bed with another girl, and if he was just lying again, he was doing a fantastic job sounding sincere. “We were so young. It was freshman year. I was immature and I shouldn’t have done that to you. I really messed up.” He took a step forward and instinctively, I took one back. “Please, I don’t want one mistake to ruin everything we had. Are you really gonna give up on us after one setback? Weren’t you stronger than that? Didn’t you love me?” He reached forward and ran his thumb along my cheek, and I flinched back. 

“Stop, Stiles. Yo-you can’t just say all these things and expect me to fall for it again! You broke my heart. You made me feel like I was worthless. Do you know how many nights I cried myself to sleep because of you?” I laughed bitterly, and sniffled. It was embarrassing to admit these things to Stiles, but letting him know how much he hurt me was the healthy thing to do.

Stiles frowned. “I’m so sorry, baby. I really am! I’ve been thinking about you a lot these days. I was thinking of calling you, but now you’re here and you look so good and I just, I regret it okay?” He grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together, and wouldn’t let go when I tried to wriggle free from his grasp. “Just come outside with me. We can go somewhere quiet and we’ll talk everything out.” 

He started to pull me behind him, ignoring my attempts to wrench my hand away. 

“Stiles, stop!” I yelled angrily. “I don’t want to go anywhere with you. Let me go!” I struggled, but he was too strong. Everyone around us was too drunk, too lost in their own little words to notice what was happening. It had been a long time since I felt so weak and helpless. 

In the chaos of it all, I saw a hand grab Stiles shoulder and forcefully jerked him back. “Stilinski.” I recognized the voice. It was Isaac. “I think she’s made it pretty clear she doesn’t want to leave with you. Let her go.”

I blinked in confusion. What was Isaac doing here? Did he hear our conversation? Why was he trying to help me? Stiles looked over his shoulder in bewilderment. Then recognition registered on his face. He scoffed. “Lahey. You never did know how to mind your own business.” 

Isaac grinned. He wrenched Stiles’s grip off my hand. He stood between us and gently pushed me behind him. 

“Isaac, what the hell are you doing?” I hissed. 

Isaac ignored me. “You’re seriously pulling this shit in my house, Stiles. Didn’t anyone ever teach you what the word ‘no’ means? Or do they teach you over at Omega Chi that consent is imaginary and assholes like you are entitled to whatever you want?” 

Stiles opened his mouth to retort, then glanced between me and Isaac. “Well, aren’t you two just adorable. What, she let you fuck her and now you think you can butt into our business?” 

I flinched at Stiles’s cruel words. “I think she just made it pretty clear you and her no longer have any business.” Isaac didn’t deny Stiles’s accusation about us hooking up, a fact that Stiles didn’t ignore. 

“Oh, so you did fuck him?” Stiles raised his brow at me. “You took our breakup that hard? You must’ve been really desperate to sleep with someone like him. You used to have standards. How did you go from me to him?” 

I knew Stiles was just slut shaming me because he was a pathetic man who couldn’t handle any blows to his ego, but his words still hurt. My vision went glossy with unshed tears. He could see the effect of his words written all over my face, but he didn’t look the least bit remorseful. 

I was never good at hiding my emotions, especially around him. I couldn’t believe that my ex boyfriend, someone I once daydreamed about marrying, was the same person saying these things to me.

I could feel Isaac looking at me, his presence like salt on my open wound. He looked genuinely worried. 

Stiles shoved past Isaac and approached me. Before he could get near, Isaac grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt and pushed him backwards. Stiles stumbled and fell. 

“Get the hell away from her,” Isaac said, jaw clenched in anger. It was at this point that people around us stopped what they were doing and stared. “Come near her again and I’ll break your jaw.” 

I wiped my tears. Everything had happened so fast. In all the chaos, with dozens of onlookers standing idly by, it was Isaac who was protecting me. 

Stiles got back to his feet. “This is incredible,” he said with a laugh of disbelief. “Fine Lahey, act like you’re the good guy here. She knows what you really are. Don’t pretend you’re anything more. And you,” Stiles looked at me, “I meant what I said. I want us to be together. I love you. We’re supposed to be together. You know I’m right. When you’re done whoring around with Lahey, call me.” 

With that, Stiles left. He’d spoken so sweetly when he said he loved me, it almost sounded sincere. I tasted bile in the back of my throat. I looked down at the floor and tried to calm my breathing. 

“Hey,” Isaac said, gently touching the back of my arm, “are you okay?” 

I didn’t know how to answer that. All the emotions I’d been trying to repress for the past several months after the breakup were resurfacing, and combined with the new emotions from Isaac protecting me and showing me what felt like genuine concern, all signs would indicate that I was definitely not okay. It was too much. I needed a release, any kind of release, and unfortunately for Isaac, he was the nearest target.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” I said sarcastically, knocking away Isaac’s hand. “My ex boyfriend just cornered me at a party, called me a whore, and now he thinks I’m fucking you.” I laughed bitterly. Once again, a look of hurt flashed across his face. 

This was probably exactly what Stiles wanted, to get in my head and manipulate me again, make me turn against Isaac. Or Stiles could be right. There must’ve been a reason he loathed Isaac so much. Or maybe it was nothing. I didn’t know what to think anymore. 

“What the hell were you thinking getting between us like that?” I asked.

Isaac looked at me incredulously. “I was thinking that you two looked like you were fighting, you looked upset, and then he started to drag you outside against your will. So I guess I was thinking, hey, I should probably do something about that.” 

From anyone else, the sentiment would’ve been sweet. He had implied he wanted to protect me, but this was Isaac Lahey. Stiles knew him a lot better than I did. He was probably right. Isaac didn’t want to protect me. He didn’t care about anyone but himself. 

“Oh, is that all you wanted?” I asked. 

“What?”

“Come on. You don’t care about me. You just thought if you could look like my knight in shining armor, that I’d let my guard down and sleep with you. You don’t care about me, you just care about getting laid.” 

For a few moments, Isaac only stared back. I steeled myself for his next retort, ready for any comeback, but all he gave me was a humorless chuckle. “You know what? You’re right. That’s all I wanted,” he said sarcastically. “I nearly got into a fist fight with your ex boyfriend because that’s how much I want to fuck you. Never mind the dozens of other girls here I could fuck, who don’t constantly make me feel like shit about myself.” 

I balked at his words. “Isaac.” I didn’t know what to say.

“No, it’s cool. You were right. Honestly, I don’t give a shit about you,” he bit out. “But I wasn’t about to let Stiles fucking Stilinski of all people verbally and physically abuse a girl like that, even if it was you.” 

I winced at his harsh words. “Fuck you.”

“Anytime you’re ready, baby.” He smirked. 

I groaned in anger and shoved him backwards. “God, you are such an asshole. You’re the most frustrating person I’ve ever met, you know that? How do you,” I took a step towards him, “always make me,” I jabbed a finger into his chest, snarling into his face, “so fucking mad?” 

Even in my heels, he still towered over me. He didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by my angry outburst. He almost looked amused. “It’s kinda simple, isn’t it?” he said. “I make you so mad because you’re sexually frustrated. Which makes sense considering your last boyfriend was Stiles Stilinski.” He snorted. “And also because you’re attracted to me, but for whatever reason you’ve created in your mind, you won’t just admit it. But to be honest, this is good too. I like making you mad.” The dark glint was back in his eyes. “You look really hot when you’re mad.” 

His voice had dropped a few decibels, sounded a little scratchy, heavy with desire. He walked us backwards until I was against the wall, one of his hands braced against the flat surface behind me. He leaned in close. I gulped at the proximity. I could feel the wet spot beginning to form on my panties. 

“You are such a bitch,” he grunted into my ear. I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud, unsure whether it was the word bitch or Isaac saying it that made me unravel like this. For whatever fucked up reason, it felt good hearing him degrade me, and it seemed Isaac had picked up on it. “Do you know what it does to me when you act like a conceited little bitch, hm? It’s such a turn on.”

Isaac snaked his hand from my shoulder, down my back, and settled at my waist. He pulled me closer against him. I let out a small gasp at the feeling of his body so close to mine. He was everywhere. He was so close I could smell his cologne, the rich notes of orange blossom and chocolate making me a little dizzy. His hot breath against my ear, drifting down to the side of my neck. 

He was right. I had been resisting him for so long and at this point, I couldn’t remember why. I couldn’t think about anything except how much I wanted him. 

With newfound bravery, I slid my hands slowly up Isaac’s chest and wrapped my arms around his neck. “When are you gonna shut up and kiss me?” I said.

Isaac froze. “What?”

I rolled my eyes, grabbed the sides of Isaac’s face and pulled him down, crashing his lips to mine. He faltered for a second, inhaling sharply before responding. He moved his lips fervently, showing no restraint as he placed searing kisses on my pliant lips. He bit down on my bottom lip, tugging on the flesh. My yelp of surprise was absorbed by another kiss, muffling the satisfied moan that followed. I wanted more, his teeth, his tongue, his lips, anywhere, everywhere. 

Suddenly, he pulled away, ignoring my whine of protest. His cheeks were dusted crimson, eyes half lidded in arousal. He quickly darted out his tongue and swiped it across his lower lip, smiling knowingly as my mouth parted ever so slightly. 

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Isaac said. “You already know what I want, so do you really wanna do this with me?” 

Surprised that Isaac had even paused to check in with me, I quickly answered, “Yes.” Isaac cupped my cheek and tipped my head back to give me another kiss, bruising and wet. 

“Are you sure?” he said. “You might find that you’re in over your head.” Isaac nuzzled the side of my neck, his warm exhales tickling my sensitive skin. “I'm not like Stiles, or all the other good little boys you're used to.” He was mocking me now. At this point, it was clear he got off on it, he glorified whatever innocence he perceived in me. He wanted me to play into it. 

I reached up and locked my fingers into his curls, bringing him closer into me. “Good. I don’t want that. I want you. Isaac, I want it,” I said, making my voice a little higher and slightly whiny. 

I felt Isaac’s entire body stiffen against me. He pulled away from my neck and stared at me. “Is that so?” 

I nodded desperately. I probably looked pathetic, but I didn't care. There was an aching between my legs that only he could take care of. “I want you so bad. I bet you could fuck me so good. Please Isaac,” I moaned, wrapping my arms around his neck and placing kisses against his throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed against my mouth when he gulped. He tangled his fingers into my hair, pulling roughly at my scalp. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Isaac hissed, and pulled me backwards by my hair. “You’re just gonna beg me to fuck you right now, in the middle of all these people? I thought you were supposed to be above all this,” he growled. I didn’t say anything. Instead, I looked up at him through my lashes, dipping my fingertips under the waistband of his jeans right below his belly button. “Fuck this,” he said.

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me behind him, weaving us through the crowd and up the stairs. I stumbled behind him, struggling to keep up with his much longer strides in my heels. As soon as he guided us into his bedroom and slammed the door shut, he shoved me roughly into the wooden surface and attacked my lips once again. Pain shot up my spine, rolling over me in waves of pleasure. I wove my fingers through his curls, dragging my nails along his scalp. 

Isaac chuckled. “Needy.” 

He pulled away and peeled off his shirt, revealing his subtly defined chest and stomach. He wasn’t someone who was super into working out. He didn’t need to be. It wasn’t like he needed to compensate for anything. He was beautiful without any physical embellishments. I traced my fingertips over his stomach. He gripped my wrists and pinned them back against the door. I whimpered in pain as he continued to press them into the hard surface. 

His stare was icy. He pressed his mouth to the side of my face, grazing his sharp teeth against my jaw. “Not so fast, darling,” he said, voice trembling with telltale signs of measured restraint. “Did you think I forgot about what you did earlier? What you said?”

His hot breath washed over my pulse point, sending chills down my spine. “Isaac,” I whimpered.

“In the kitchen? What was it you said? Oh, I believe you said I’d never stand a chance with you? That you’d never let me touch you?” Isaac muttered. “You said something else, didn’t you?” 

My words came back to me, along with the uncomfortable stiffness of regret. “I didn’t mean it.” 

“Oh, you didn’t? So you don’t think I’m pathetic fuckboy trash anymore?” he asked. “Or am I only good enough to touch you when you're horny?”

And there it was. I realized something about Isaac in that moment. Something I already knew, but the thought made me laugh a little. 

Isaac went stiff. “What’s so funny?” 

I looked him straight in the eyes. “You are absolutely, one hundred percent, fuckboy trash.” 

Isaac looked stunned. “What did you just say?” 

I threw my head back and laughed louder this time. “You’re fuckboy trash. If there’s one thing fuckboys have in common, it’s that you’re all fragile. Your egos are so dainty that you can’t just deal with the fact that someone rejected you like a grown up. You had to prove to yourself that you could get with me, so you set a dumb challenge for me to come to your party. And then I hurt your little fuckboy feelings by blatantly rejecting you again. And yet, here you are once again, with me. What was it you said earlier? That there are dozens of other girls here you could fuck instead? Then why am I here? Why do you keep coming back to me?” I chuckled. “God, you’re so pussy whipped. You’d probably let me get away with anything, huh? I could walk all over you and you’d still fantasize about being inside this cunt.” 

Isaac let out a breath of amused disbelief. “Wow. Such filthy language from such a pristine girl. You think you’ve figured it all out, huh?” he said, gently brushing aside the baby hairs near my forehead. Then his fingers closer around my neck and he tipped my head back. I emitted a tiny squeak as his teeth grazed over the column of my throat. “And to think, I considered going easy on you, seeing as you're probably used to getting fucked gentle and sweet. I think I’m gonna ruin you instead. Want me to do that?” 

“Fuck,” I exhaled. 

“Did Stiles or your other boyfriends ever talk to you like this? I bet they didn’t. They didn’t know this side of you existed, but I did. I knew it from the moment I saw you. That under the innocent little act, you wanted someone to shove you up against a wall and do this.” Isaac reached down underneath my dress and cupped me over my panties. 

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. 

“Jesus, baby, you’re so wet.” He slid his fingers under my panties and began spreading the slickness all over my pussy. “Who made you this wet?” 

“You,” I whimpered, aching for him to do more. “Please, Isaac.”

Isaac was smug, watching me intently. His fingers moved against me, everywhere except where I needed him most. A whining noise came from the back of my throat. “I can’t wait till we’re in class again. You’re gonna act all prim and proper around everyone, but I know that every time you see me, you’ll be thinking about this. You filthy... little... slut.” I sighed in relief and pleasure as he finally started rubbing my clit in medium paced circles. 

He was right. No one else had ever talked to me like this. I didn’t know I was the type of person who could be so turned on by degrading insults. Looking back on this moment in the future, I might feel some shame at the memory of letting a boy call me a bitch and a slut and getting off on it, but for now, I didn’t care. I wanted more. 

Isaac continued massaging my pussy, his finger rubbing my clit with purpose. That familiar euphoric momentum started building in my lower abdomen, and all too quickly, Isaac moved his hand away. I gasped petulantly at the sudden loss of contact. 

“Get on your knees,” he said icily. I barely registered his command and I did as he said without hesitation, wincing when my knees hit the hardwood floor. Isaac frowned. “You okay?” 

I nodded. “I’m fine.”

He eyed me for another moment. “Alright, then take off my belt.” I made quick work of unfastening the leather strap like I was unwrapping a Christmas present. “Good girl.” 

I shuddered with the desire to please him, the need to gain his approval and praise, unravel him. I hesitantly reached out and traced my fingers along the bulge over the black cotton material of his boxer briefs. Isaac sharply inhaled. Taking his reaction as reassurance, I continued, palming him, folding my fingers along the edge and rubbing the shaft up and down. 

I didn’t know why but I suddenly had the urge to lean forward and kiss his cock, so I did. 

“Did you just kiss my cock?” Isaac said, surprise evident in his voice. I nodded, placing kisses along his shaft, making little satisfied, humming noises. ”I can’t believe you let the world think you’re innocent. You look so perfect like this.” 

My cheeks warmed at the unexpected praise. I pulled down the band of his underwear, taking Isaac’s cock in my hand. It was warm, heavy, and a little bigger than I expected. 

“Hmm,” I hummed contentedly. 

Isaac’s cupped my chin and tilted my face upwards. He was regarding me with amusement. “What?”

“I kinda like cocks,” I said shyly, my cheeks burning. “And you have a good one.” The confession slipped out before I could stop myself. 

Isaac was balking. “Excuse me? Did you just say you like cocks?” 

“Yeah,” I mumbled shyly. “It's kind of my kink.”

“What is?”

“...cock worship.” 

“Holy shit.” He chuckled fondly. I felt my muscles relax at the fact that he didn't make fun of my secret kink. “And you like my cock? What do you like about it?” he asked affectionately. 

“I just like it. It’s pretty, and it feels good when I hold it.” 

His eyes widened. “You like... holding it? What else do you wanna do with it?” 

“I wanna suck it,” I admitted quietly. 

Isaac grinned. “How can you be so fucking cute when you’re talking about sucking cock? Go on then.” 

I spit into my hand and spread the slick liquid up and down his shaft. Isaac groaned. I licked the small pool of precum that had collected at the tip and continued kitten-licking the head, then swirled my tongue around it. Isaac’s fingers wound through my hair, collecting it into a makeshift ponytail. “I’d like to fuck your mouth, baby. Do you wanna let me do that?” 

I nodded. He gently guided me forward and slipped his cock into my mouth, moving in and out. Someone putting their genitals in your mouth is not the most humanizing experience, but Isaac was being so careful with his movements and softly carding his fingers through my hair. It was the least objectified I’d ever felt during sex, which was odd considering he was the one who promised not to go easy on me. 

“Do you want me to go a little harder?” Isaac asked, as if he read my mind. I nodded, giving Isaac permission to push in until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged immediately at the intrusive force, my body fighting against the invasion. I breathed in through my nose and forced my throat to relax. He continued the motion and tears brimmed the corners of my eyes. After several more pumps, Isaac finally pulled out. I gasped in large gulps of air. Strings of saliva hung off my mouth. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Your mouth feels so fucking good. You alright?” He leaned down to inspect my features, gently wiping a stray tear on my cheek. 

“I’m fine, really.” 

“Good. Tell me if I hurt you and you need me to stop,” Isaac said. “God, you should see yourself right now. Your mouth’s all swollen and fucked out. I can’t believe you’re just sitting on your knees in front of me with your pretty little face.” He reached down and took my hand, pulling me up to stand.

Then he turned me around to face the door, pushing me roughly into it. He brushed aside my hair. His fingers found the zipper of my dress, his nimble digits undoing the metal teeth. The cold breeze of the AC washed over my exposed skin, and I shivered when Isaac pressed into me, his erection digging into my ass. 

“Do you feel that? I’ve had to deal with that all night, from the moment I saw you standing there in this fucking dress. Lift your arms up,” Isaac muttered, and peeled the garment off as I put my arms in the air. I was suddenly very aware that I was completely naked, exposed to Isaac as he reached around and cupped my breasts, massaging them with his fingers. I moaned, leaning back into his touch. “You had the nerve to come to my party dressed like that? Do you know how many guys were staring at you all night? I’m not really the jealous type, but I couldn’t just let them swoop in and make a move, not when I worked so hard to get you here in the first place.” 

Isaac pinched my nipples and twisted them between his fingers. It was just on the right side of painful. “Isaac, please,” I cried out.

He chuckled. “Did you ever think you’d be begging me to fuck you against my door? Did you ever picture yourself like this when you were calling me fuckboy trash? Which reminds me, I figured out why you hate me so much. It’s because of Stiles, isn’t it?” 

I tensed at the mention of my ex’s name. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Come on. I heard your argument. Stiles cheated on you and broke your heart, so now you hate everyone like him. You hate frat guys. You hate me. But you know what? I didn’t deserve that. Sure, I slack off and fuck around, but the way you talked to me… well, it wasn’t very nice. You were such a fucking bitch.” Isaac bit down on my shoulder, digging his teeth into my skin. His knee wedged between my legs, spreading them apart to position himself at my entrance. “So you know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna fuck you like the bitch you are.” 

His large hand dug into my hip bone as he shoved his cock inside me without a morsel of gentleness. I cried out in pain, but soon the sound turned into moans of pleasure as he pulled out, then shoved himself back in, hilt deep. He fucked me so hard his hips slammed into my ass. His cock was big and hard and I felt every inch of him inside me, stretching me out, filling me up. 

“Say my name,” Isaac grunted. 

“Isaac,” I moaned, holding onto the door as he thrusted into me harder. “Oh God, right there, please.” 

“Right here?” Isaac repeated the motion, continuing at the angle as his tip brushed against my walls. It felt heavenly in this position, his mouth over my ear, his hot breath whispering filth. I was close, and I clenched my walls around his cock. He sensed my impending climax, and he slammed into me faster and harder. “Come on, come for me, show me how good I make you feel.” 

I closed my eyes and focused on his groans in my ear, the feeling of him pumping in and out of my pussy. It didn’t take long for me to finish. With a strangled moan, I came. “That’s it, that’s my good girl,” he cooed. But he didn’t stop thrusting into me. 

I reached back and tapped his chest. “Wait, fuck, it’s too much.” I was overstimulated and overwhelmed. 

“Move your fucking hand. Do you really want me to stop, or do you want to be a big girl?” Isaac mumbled against my shoulder. 

I groaned, getting used to the sensation. “Okay,” I said. I bit my lip and hung my head, letting Isaac fuck my overstimulated pussy.

“God, you’re so wet right now. You feel so good around my cock.” When Isaac came, he shoved himself in all the way. He groaned into my hair, holding me as he spilled. Finally, he pulled out. 

And then I watched as he walked away and fell back onto his bed, leaving me at his door. “Fuck, that was amazing,” he said. “I knew you’d be a good fuck, but I didn’t know you’d be this good.” 

I blinked, my brain still shrouded in the fog of post-sex bliss, slowly processing what was happening. 

“What, do you need me to walk you out or something?” he said. “Door’s right there. You can leave when you’re ready.” 

He was... dismissing me. Standing there, still naked and used, the last thing I expected was to be tossed out. “Are you serious right now?” I asked, pathetically hoping this was a joke.

Isaac rolled his eyes. “Can we not do this? What did you expect, cuddles and pillow talk? Like I said, you’re a great fuck, but I already told you, I’m not like Stiles. I’m not your boyfriend. Nothing’s changed between us. You still hate me and I still hate you. Now get out.” 

I was frozen to the spot. The fury and embarrassment made my skin burn, his words a verbal slap in the face of all the false hope he had given me. I hurriedly put on my dress and heels. 

“I wasn’t planning on sticking around, you piece of shit.” I twisted the knob and opened the door, looking back one more time to find him laying down casually with his legs crossed and his hands entwined behind his head. 

For a moment, I actually believed something had changed. Saving me from Stiles, and those fleeting moments that followed where he seemed like he actually cared about me, like it meant something, like I meant something. It really had all been an act. He won. 

“I can't believe I actually did this,” I seethed, angry at myself more than anything. “I hate you so much.” 

For a moment, I thought I saw sadness flash in his eyes once again. He looked like he was about to say something. And just as quickly, the emotion was gone. 

“If you ever tell anyone about this,” I warned, “you’re dead. This is never gonna happen again.” 

“That's rich coming from someone who was literally worshipping my cock a few minutes ago.” My cheeks burned at the memory. He chuckled. “But don't worry, this'll be our little secret. Can't have people knowing the town’s innocent little princess spread her legs for a low life like me, right?” He said bitterly. “You know you'll be back for more. No one else could ever fuck you this good. Text me when you get home, okay? And any other time you feel like fucking,” he said, smirking as I slammed the door behind me. 

I stood outside his room in horror. 

What did I just do?

*

author’s note: hiii. i found this in an old google doc and felt like reposting, since my old blog got deleted. i modified it a bit since the original fic had way too much misogyny and filth and it made me uncomfy. pls let me know your thoughts or just interact with me bc i am v lonely and love talking about isaac <3

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[acdeaky]

to tell you the truth (i’m still in love with you)

warning: angst, fluff, mentions of sex

note: oscar isaac’s hot, no question. anyway, enjoy this, babies

word count: 3.3k

gif credit: @damerondjarin

it was dark out when you woke. the loud, incessant banging on the front door of your apartment had jerked you awake, and the minimal amount of lighting coming through the curtains let you know it was very early - or very late.

a part of you was tempted to roll back over under your sheets, pull them up to your chin and fall back asleep, but the knocking only seemed to become louder and more frequent.

you pulled off your covers and flicked on the small lamp by your bedside. your clock showed 2:43 as you shook your head and began to make your way through your small apartment to answer whoever thought it was a good idea to show up at your door right now.

you had an idea who it could be. there had been a few times when santiago had appeared on your doorstep in distress. on those occasions, you coaxed him inside with soft words and gentle touches as he pulled himself in on heavy feet, the weight of the world seemingly on his shoulders.

looking through your peephole, you knew this would be no different as you noticed the familiar stubble and greying hair of santiago’s, looking ever the same after three years. even after so long, you were who he crawled to, the only person who could calm the noise in his head.

the locks clicked as they were shifted, the hinges creaking afterwards as you pull the door open.

and, just as you knew, there he was. santiago’s usual, confident self was gone; even just looking at the way he held himself could tell you that. it almost looked like he was leaning against an invisible pole, his old stance gone, a new, tired one filling its place.

but he was here, and alive, and even after three years the only thing you could think of was-

“hi.” was all he said, a duffel bag by his feet and his hands stuffed into his jean pockets. 

“hi, welcome home.” you simply spoke, leaning against your doorframe, feeling like your heart was about the burst the longer you stood and looked at him. 

“do you know?” there was a slight quiver to his voice and his head dipped down from yours. “do you know where i went?” 

“frankie told me. when you left that night, i waited a couple of days for you to come back. then i asked fish if he knew where you were and he said you were in south america. i asked when you’d be back and he didn't know. i didn't expect you to be back three years later.”

you could almost remember that day, as clear as if it happened yesterday. the night before he left, your best friend, santiago garcia, invited himself to your apartment - like many nights - and brought dinner. he laid the excuse as wanting to spend time with you, have a night like you used to (even though it had only been a week or so since you last did something like this together). 

but santiago didn't take no for an answer; he let himself through the door and began pulling out containers of food and a couple of bottle of drinks. you welcomed it pleasantly, happy to be spending a night with just him, just santi, no tom or benny or will or frankie. no comments about your relationship, no teasing over your choice of drink (or teasing in general, which santiago would always reply with ‘they mean well’, and you know they do). 

a few hours later, the food was gone and you had both had a few drinks. the sun was settling down on the horizon and, if you looked carefully, you could begin to see the moon creeping up behind it. the red and orange sky covered your open room with light, bringing in a peaceful glow with it. the light settled on santiago, like it was used to his body and the dips and bumps covering him. 

he looked like a vision, ethereal. a beautiful dream which you had experienced so many times and you were selfish enough to only want to see it yourself for the end of time. you believed no one would appreciate it like you do, no one would find the same amount of beauty as you find in santiagoas he lets himself bask in the light. 

neither of you had realised that you had moved closer to each other over the course of the evening. you had started on almost opposite sides of the sofa, but now found your thighs pressed against the other’s, you shoulders bumping into each other’s as you moved. 

santiago’s music was playing in the background. at some point - god knows when - he had gone into the kitchen and, as he came back, the soft notes of his favourite song floated from the speakers and settled around you two. he handed you another drink, sitting back onto the sofa and leaning slightly towards you, his arm slung across the back cushions. his hand landed on your shoulder, and his fingers began drawing light patterns across your skin while he conversed with you. 

it was something that rarely happened. santiago had done this with you before, that being eating, drinking and relaxing, allowing the music to pull you from the real world as you talked until the early hours. never been so close and intimate. at the time, you thought nothing of it as his lips came to meet yours in a delicate attempt at confessing his feelings. 

the words “i've fallen in love with you” escaping his lips as they ghosted against yours, his breath hot and sticky against your skin as you replied, “i've fallen in love with you, too”.

santiago made you feel things you'd never felt before that night. he touched you with softness behind it, allowing his lips to travel wherever they could reach before picking you up off the sofa and trekking through the apartment to your room. 

the two of you spent the night together filling it with passion, giggled and delicate kisses. neither of you could get enough of one another. to you, he tasted so good, like nothing you've ever endured before, something good and amazing and so characteristically santiago. to him, you tasted like home, a forever presence that he refused to get rid of. 

and he really didn't want to. 

come morning, the sheets beside you were cold and pulled back. the couple of bits he haphazardly threw on the bedside table the night before were gone and so were the clothes you remember tugging from his body. the only thing he left was his jacket; it was the one you loved on him, that smelt like him. alongside it was a note, the words ‘i love you, but there's something i have to do’ were carefully engraved on the paper. 

that's when you waited. you gave santiago a few days to do whatever it was before you turned to frankie. that was a difficult conversation in itself and you could tell that frankie was as confused and conflicted as you were. he offered you an answer, more than santiago had given you, and a response to a question that no one in the world could answer, not even santiago. 

“i'm sorry-” 

“santi,” you stopped him, not wanting to do this - whatever it was - on the doorstep of your apartment at almost three in the morning. “do you - its late - but do you wanna come in?”

santiago looked back up at you, seeing your warm smile and kind eyes, something he had missed for the last three years. “yeh- yes, please.” you gave him a light nod, stepping further back into your apartment to give him space to pull himself through with his duffle bag. 

even after three years, he was still your santi. the cap he adorned was one you had spotted and persuaded him to buy; one which he had worn almost every single day since he went away. the jacket was new, one to replace his other one, but it fit him well, allowing his broad shoulders a chance to be seen. the colour suited him, too, a dark navy blue. 

he was heavy on his feet as he entered, shuffling around like he was a stranger in a foreign country as he thought about where was best to leave his bag. that had been his life for the past three years; everything he had and knew lived in there while he was deep in the jungles of south america. 

much to his surprise, he came back unscarred, physically at least. of course, his knees had taken a hit during his - mission? - and the neck surgery he gotten gotten the year before hadn't helped much either. but aside from that, he would be fine, so long as the nightmares were kept at bay, no one would think any different of santiago. 

but you weren't just anyone. you had seen santiago in his most vulnerable states, in every sense of the phrase. there was almost nothing you didn't know about him, but now, there was a large part of him you were a stranger to. without even knowing a tiny part of what had happened, you knew the santiago who was currently in front of you, sweaty hands and shaking nerves, was a different man to the one who left you three years ago. 

three years. god, santiago had changed, as had you. you had never been with someone since. many people had tried to win your affection, attempting to entice you with the promise of dinner and a sense of forever, but you didn't want that anyone but him, a man who was on a completely different continent and who had probably had many others beside him in his bed since that one night. 

regardless of how he had acted out there, your love never faltered, unlike your hope for his return. the light inside of you which had been sparked by santiago’s promise of love had quickly diminished when you began to believe that he would never come home. 

but you wouldn't think any different of him. he just didn't know that. 

“can i-”

“i'm sorry for-” you both began, santiago seemingly wanting to smooth things out above anything else. “you go.”

“no, no, it’s okay. i just- do you wanna sit?” he nodded, watching your finger point towards your sofa in the open space. it was the one where that night began, but most definitely didn't end. you knew that. he knew that. but you weren't offering a seat in a malicious way, wanting to see him squirm and suffer while making him remember what happened that night, you could see that he was tired. it was the least you could do. 

so santiago took your offer, turning away from you in a vain attempt at calming himself down. that wouldn't happen until things were sorted, until he felt that you knew everything. he just wanted to say- 

“what happened?” you whispered into the quiet, turning on a small light to light up the room. it glowed over the sofa, settling around your bodies as you moved to sit down next to santiago, not completely ready for how long this could take. 

but he was. santiago knew everything that happened in those years and it would not take a few minutes to tell. there was too much to say and almost not enough time. 

the story began with his time colombia, working for the police as a private military advisor. next came lorea and santiago’s escapades with his informant in search for the drug lord. he explains the house - the safe - and the job, how he roped benny and tom and will and frankie into helping him with the job. 

he didn't even make it through the mountains - tom. 

and something about the night feels strangely familiar. with the two of you, sat there, being shielded from the world only by your thin curtains, it felt like home. familiarity. the thing that seemed to have left you three years ago and escaped to south america.

your bodies were pressed into each other’s sides, the feeling of just another person being there after so long brings about comfort in the both of you. a warm, calloused hand of his sat in the both of yours, a thumb gently rubbing over the back of his hand.

somehow, your eyes were trained to santiago’s head throughout his story, never leaving his body for a second in case you missed something, anything. as for him, his eyes never left your joined hands, watching the delicacy of your movements, concentrating his sight on something so small, but so significant to him.

it was silent for a few moments after he finished. santiago kept his head down, watching the comfort on his hands, whereas your eyes were darting over his entire body, taking him in, thinking how much you had missed him.

“i’m so sorry, santi.” your voice was quiet, like earlier, only just drifting from your mouth and into his ears. that’s when he moved, shaking his head before looking up at you, finally meeting your eyes for the second time in years.

“no, i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have just up and left like that, especially after what happened the night before.” there was a small smile on your face at that reminder and you hadn’t even noticed the quiver in his voice.

“it’s okay,” one of your hands left his thigh, moving upwards to cup santiago’s cheek, the stubble a little longer than usual. “you’re here now, and everything will be okay.”

his eyes closed as you allowed yourself this time to look at him. there was exhaustion buried deep inside of his skin, the usual relaxed look that he held whenever he closed his eyes was gone. it seemed that only a shell of the man you used to know came back from south america.

but you knew he was there. you knew your santiago was there, underneath it all. that’s why you held him. and that’s why you’d continue to hold him for as long as he needed you to.

without much thinking, you leaned closer to him, pressing your lips against his for only a second. an innocent kiss, much different to the ones you two had shared before he left, but it meant more to you both than either of you could describe.

then, as delicate as ever, one of his hands reached up to join your own, his large palm completely covering the back of yours. “come on,” you whispered, your free hand moving to card through his unruly curls. “let’s get you to bed.”

a slight nod was your only answer, that and the lack of resistance he gave you your hands grabbing his and helping him up from the sofa. everything stayed where it landed, neither you nor santiago making any effort to grab his bag and pull it into your room.

it almost seemed domestic. almost. as you crawled back under your covers, santi stripped off his jacket, leaving him in just a dark t-shirt. his jeans followed, the metal of the buckles clashing together as he pulled them off. the hat was last, being placed gently on your chest of drawers before he made his way over to you.

like usual, you welcomed him, pulling back the covers just enough for him to slip under, shuffling his body closer to yours. as he laid on his back, you took the silent invitation to press into his side. just as any other time, your head rested on his chest, both of your arms wrapping around the other’s body.

santiago let out a deep breath, his chest rising and falling so slowly it felt like you let one out, too. maybe you did, but it wasn’t important with where you were and who you were with in that moment. he was finally home, back and safe in your arms and not in a godforsaken dark corner of the narcotics war.

you fell back asleep to the steady beat of his heart, his hands running up and down your skin as he tries to soothe himself to sleep. eventually he does, well after you, but he feels safe this time, being back in your arms doing wonders for his mind.

it felt as if it had only been a few moments, but it wasn’t long before you could feel the rise and fall of santiago’s chest again, but this time on your back. the warmth of his breath on the nape of your neck was calming, that and the warmth of his hand over your exposed skin.

“we should get up, honey.” he says delicately, his voice rough with sleep, dry sounding, and you can feel him behind you, his eyes just barely opening as he decides to start his day. you feel guilty that you wish he wasn't awake, even as he reaches closer, an arm tightening around your waist as the other slips between the pillows and your head, reaching out for your hand as your other lands on his forearm, affectionate, loving. 

there was no use in pretending you weren't awake, your need to touch him, to feel him and know he was there and not in some god forsaken place in colombia, too great to even attempt to stay in his arms longer. 

“we shouldn't.” you mutter, turning your head to press into his skin, soft, warm. your fingers danced across his bronzed skin, keeping your lips pressed against his bicep as you did so.

santiago was complacent behind you, not even bothering to attempt to stay true to his words as he reveled in you, your warmth, your love, the exact thing he had missed all these years. his breath was still warm on the back of your neck, his lips only ghosting over your skin. even after last night, after the sacred kisses and emotions you’d shared, this is what stumped him.

it was only a few minutes later when you twisted onto your back, your hand leaving santi’s as you shifted to face him instead of hiding away. the hand that had left his own cradled his exposed cheek, your thumb carressing the delicate skin.

the beautiful brown eyes you love were still hidden by sleep-ridden eyelids. the only indication that he was awake being the small smile that adorned his face as you continued your ministrations, your own eyes flittering over his features like he would disappear, again.

“are you still in love with me?” he asked, breaking the silence without even opening his eyes to look at you, “after everything i’ve done?” his voice was so quiet, so petrified of your response, especially when that gentle hand stopped moving. god, never stop holding him like that.

“i’ve always been in love with you, santiago,” you assured him, guiding your hand to the back of his head to pull him even closer to you, fingers tangling in his short curls, “i don’t think i can ever stop.”

“can i tell you the truth?” his eyes finally met yours, confidently shifting the hand on your hip around you to press flat against your back, bringing your chests closer, bringing you closer.

“please.” it was a whisper, a beg, your plea for him to tell you what you already knew.

“i’m still in love with you.”

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Modern au where feyre and Rhys are roommates and she accidentally kisses him

I Do Bad Things with You

Smut//2486 words

“Gods, do you ever shut up?” Feyre snapped.

Not that she was actually angry. She pissed at herself if anything, for being so fucking wet for her piece-of-shit roommate, even when he was being annoying.

Rhys just smirked. “I was only saying-”

“That maybe next time I should come home earlier so I don’t interrupt your beauty sleep with my loud stomping,” cut in Feyre.

When Rhys had seen her miniskirt and red lipstick, he knew exactly where she was headed. And he had preceded to comment on how loud she had been last time she’d returned from hooking up with some guy - Isaac maybe? - when she had apparently very noisily awoken him in the early hours of the morning.

Rhys winced. “I was only suggesting you try to be a bit more mindful of your surroundings-”

Feyre interrupted once more. “Mindful of my surroundings? Like all the times you’ve brought home some girl and made her scream in the room literally right across from mine? Do you know how hard it is to get to sleep with earbuds in at the loudest volume so you don’t have to hear your annoying roommate fucking some random chick?”

Rhys didn’t even have to decency to look embarrassed. He just smirked that smug smirk of his and said, “They certainly seem to enjoy it, don’t they?”

“Good lord,” Feyre muttered. Though while she may fake irritation, something tight coiled in her gut. Thinking back on the noises those women made, they did seem to enjoy it. And Feyre couldn’t stop herself from wondering what kind of noises Rhys could draw out of her.

Rhys and Feyre had moved in together totally by accident. Feyre’s best friend Mor had set up this whole situation just to bother her, probably, being Rhys’ cousin. She had thought they could become friends at first, and when he had turned out to be a smirky, egotistical jerk, avoiding him had seemed the better option. But Rhys was always there; helping Feyre with random shit, flirting, bothering her when she told him to piss off, flirting some more...

And now he somehow had the nerve to point out his skills in the bedroom right after criticizing Feyre’s ability to walk without sounding like Bigfoot.

“How about this?” Feyre started. “I’ll remember to tiptoe when I come home. You stop bringing ladies who don’t know how to be quiet into our apartment. And we end this conversation becasue I am really not in the mood right now.”

Rhys sighed dramatically. “Fine. But only if you also promise to stop being so rude. I’ve only ever been nice to you, Feyre.”

If anyone else had said something like that, Feyre would have felt like shit. She never meant to hurt anyone’s feelings (unless they really deserved it). But from the mischievous twinkle in Rhys’ eyes, she knew he was just trying to provoke her. Bastard.

“Go fuck yourself,” Feyre said flatly, and took a step toward the door. Past Rhys.

And, of course, she tripped over the edge of the rug. Because nothing in this fucking apartment could be easy. Not with him.

Feyre slammed into Rhys with a shriek, and they both hit the ground. Rhys had cushioned Feyre’s fall, so she wasn’t hurt or anything. Not that that’s what she thinking about right now. Not when she fell so hard her face slammed into him. Her lips.

Feyre was kissing Rhysand. And even though she’d imagined this far too many times before, she could not enjoy it. One, because their faces being violently slammed together wasn’t exactly pleasurable. And two, because she was freaked out.

She jolted up into a sitting position. On Rhys. Oh lord, was Feyre really straddling Rhysand Night in the middle of the kitchen floor?

When they’d fallen, limbs had gone flying. It wasn’t just their lips that had accidentally touched. Rhys’ hands were under the bottom of Feyre’s skirt. On her bare ass. And she was literally sitting on his dick.

“Um, sorry,” Feyre squeaked. Her face was definitely bright red. And her ears. And her neck. Any yet, for some incomprehensible reason, she wasn’t scrambling off of him. She was just sitting on him, with her hands on his chest, paralyzed.

Rhys also seemed to be paralyzed, because his hands were not moving from her ass cheeks. For the first time since Feyre had met him, he actually looked flustered. He was also blushing, and there was a shocked expression on his features.

“You’re fine,” he croaked in reply.

Feyre brain finally started functioning. “Oh gods, I should-”

She stopped speaking and pulled her hands away from Rhys’ chest. He yanked his hands out of her skirt. Just when Feyre was about to slide off of him, however, she felt something. Underneath her.

Rhys was getting hard.

From the panicked look on his face, Feyre knew he realized what she had felt. “Shit, I didn’t mean-”

“You’re fine,” Feyre said, repeating his earlier words. Her voice was strangely calm, indifferent even to her own ears. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

The words popped out of her mouth before she could stop them, but Feyre felt no regret. Only lust coursed through her mind right now.

Rhys blinked. “What?”

“Well I have really wanted you to fuck me for a while, and this whole situation is turning me on, but since that could be nothing and I could end up doing something that makes you uncomfortable, I’m asking. Do you want to have sex with me?” The words were so matter-of-fact. This is it, Feyre realized. This is the breaking point. I’ve finally reached insanity.

That blood-heating smirk found its way back to Rhys’ face, and she knew exactly what his answer was. “How long exactly is a while, darling?”

Feyre placed her hands on Rhys’ chest once more. “Too fucking long.”

He put his hands on her hips, keeping Feyre steady as she started to grind against his erection, needing pressure on that one spot.

“You’re a piece of shit, Rhysand. You know that? You smirk at me and you walk around shirtless all the time like there isn’t a horny girl sharing your apartment and you bring home all those girls like you want me like hear. Like you want me to know what you can do to me. It drives me crazy.” Feyre punctuated this little speech with a relatively hard roll of her hips, making Rhys let out a small groan.

“Of course I was doing it for you,” he murmured. “I wanted you to know what I had to offer.”

“You’re such a dick,” Feyre replied, reaching for the buttons of her blouse, hurriedly undoing them.

Once Feyre slung her shirt into the ground, Rhys flipped them. It was so fast, Feyre had no chance to protest (not that she would have), and in a split second, Rhys had her pinned to the floor.

“Surely I’m not the only one here in the business of teasing the other?” Rhys breathed in her ear, his hands tracing patterns on her thighs. “You strut around in those little skirts even when you’re not going out. You think I’ve never had to resist the urge to slam you against the wall?”

Feyre sighed as Rhys started trailing his lips along her neck. “Hmm, maybe we should, oh, um, we’re still on the floor, Rhys.” She didn’t know if what she said was even comprehensible to him, it was so muddled.

Rhys frowned against her neck. “Where’s your sense of adventure, Archeron?”

Feyre frowned as well. “My definition of adventure happens to be different than yours, that’s all. I typically don’t enjoy having sex on a rug that neither of us have vacuumed for a really long time.”

Rhys let out an exaggerated sigh and stood, bringing Feyre with him. She wrapped her legs tightly around his torso, marveling in how easy that had been for him. Of course, she’d noticed how ripped he was. How many hours he spent at the gym. She always noticed.

Feyre slung her arms around his neck. Rhys pulled Feyre’s face back to him as he started walking toward the hall. His lips crushed into hers, and she started grinding against him once more as his tongue parted her lips. The man certainly knew how to multitask.

They reached a room - Feyre’s - and Rhys carefully set her down on the bed. He flipped the lamp on and surveyed the scene in front of him: Feyre in a miniskirt and a barely-there bra, sprawled across the sheets, with her hair fanning across her shoulders.

“Take your clothes off.”

As much as Feyre wanted to do as he said, as much as she wanted to obey, she wasn’t just backing down. Rhys was a pain in the ass and he needed a serious ego check.

“Don’t you want the pleasure?” She asked twirling a strand of hair in her fingers and sliding her tongue across her lips, wetting them.

Rhys frowned. “Take off your clothes.” He only repeated what he’d just said, but there was no room for argument.

Feyre’s breath caught, and she just couldn’t stop herself anymore. She unclasped the bra, then slid out of her skirt. Her panties came next. She tried to move slowly, wanting to tease him, but it was so hard to be patient. The whole process, Rhys just watched, tracing her curves with his eyes.

“Good girl,” he muttered once she finished, and Feyre felt a fire light inside of her. She pressed her thighs together, a pathetic attempt at quenching the ache.

Rhys noted the movement with a twitch of his lips. Then he got on his knees.

Feyre barely suppressed a gasp as Rhys grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He pressed a gentle, teasing kiss against her thigh, and Feyre spread her legs as far as she could.

She was on her elbows, watching him lick a trail up her thigh, still not going where she needed, and Rhys was holding her gaze the entire time.

A smirk was the only warning she got before Rhys dipped his head into her center. Just when Feyre was thinking Rhys had given in, all she got was a light kiss to her clit, the most pleasurable and frustrating sensation she had ever experienced. It was enough to drive her insane.

“Rhys,” Feyre urged, “do something.”

“Do what? This?” Rhys asked, licking a stripe up her center.

Feyre moaned. “Yes,” she breathed.

“And how about this?” Rhys flicked her clit with his forefinger, making Feyre cry out.

“More,” was all she could gasp, fingers clenching around the sheets.

Rhys’ wicked mouth started moving, tasting her, eating her alive. His tongue slid inside of her and Feyre groaned loudly, falling back against the sheets. Her eyes closed and she cried out in ecstasy as a finger entered her, then another.

“Rhys, Rhys, Rhys, gods,” Feyre cried out.

He spoke up, his breath caressing her folds. “Do you like that, darling?”

“Please,” she murmured. “Please make me come.”

“You behave so well,” Rhys commented, rubbing her clit slowly. “I wonder who taught you how to use such good manners.”

Feyre whimpered. A nearly incomprehensible string of pleases kept falling from her mouth, along with curses and cries of his name.

Rhys started pumping his fingers hard, sucking on her clit. He curved his fingers just so and let his tongue dart out and taste her once more, and everything shattered.

Feyre screamed, clenching her thighs together around Rhys’ head. He didn’t seem to mind; he just kept licking and sucking and thrusting his fingers inside of her, working Feyre through her orgasm.

Once the room stopped shaking and Feyre could see clearly again, she noticed Rhys pulling his clothing off until he was bare before her. She regained enough movement to reach for his cock as he crawled on the bed, wanting to taste him like he had tasted her, but he gently swatted her hand away.

“There’s plenty of time for that later, darling,” Rhys purred, settling over her pinning her arms to the bed.

But Feyre wasn’t giving up. She hooked a leg around his waist and used her momentum to roll them over, so that she was on top.

Rhys grinned, surprised but pleased to let this play out. Feyre kissed his neck, enjoying the contented sigh that came from his mouth. She started moving her mouth up, kissing and licking as she went.

She reached his jawline and made her way to his mouth. Unable to resist, she nipped his lower lip. Rhys growled at her and tightened his grip on her hips, but he didn’t reprimand her further.

Feyre moaned as she felt his cock press against her folds and she scrambled off of him, reaching in her nightstand drawer to grab a condom. Turning back to Rhys, she expertly rolled the condom on his length while he tweaked her nipple, making her usually-steady fingers fumble.

Feyre climbed back on top and lifted her hips over Rhys’ cock. He steadied her with his hands on her waist, murmuring a “good girl” as she lowered herself. They both sighed in pleasure as Feyre slowly sunk down all the way, fully sitting on him now.

Rhys let out a groan as Feyre started to rock her hips, adjusting to his size. She rested her hands on his chest and started moving more, really riding him now.

“You look so hot bouncing on my cock,” Rhys praised, slamming his hips up into hers.

Feyre moaned loudly, digging her nails into his skin. She tried to move faster, harder, seeking another orgasm, desperate for release.

Rhys flipped them, not stopping the movements of his hips. He thrusted harder, fully in control now. Feyre was moaning nonstop, propably leaving small scratches all over his back. Rhys seemed to relish in the sensation, thrusting harder.

She moved one hand between their bodies, circling her own clit. Feyre moaned and pressed harder, craving release.

One more thrust from Rhys had Feyre tumbling off that cliff, groaning as she went. Her whole body shook, and Rhys kept going.

“You’re doing so good, baby, so good. I’m almost there.” Feyre’s orgasm was drawn out even further at the sound of Rhys’ commending tone, loving the sound of him taking to her.

Feyre felt Rhys’ cock twitch as he found his own release, sighing against her shoulder. He withdrew from Feyre’s entrance and sat back. She was barely conscious as Rhys took care of the condom and walked back over to her.

Rhys leaned down resting his lips against her ear. “I hope you sleep well, darling,” he whispered with that smug tone of his.

And then Feyre drifted off to sleep, hardly registering the sound of Rhys padding out of her room.

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Shape Shifted - part 1

Hi guys! This is the next part of the Stiles Sis Fic series based loosely (and even that is generous) off of season two episode two. It can be read as a stand-alone. For the rest of this series and more of my writing, click here. I will be updating at least once a week until the series is finished. Enjoy!

Now that Lydia was home and safe, you allowed your thoughts to drift back to Isaac. You laid on your back and stared aimlessly at the ceiling, wondering what it was that he was about to do, or what he already did. You knew that for him not to be straight forward with you that it must’ve been something that he didn’t think you would approve of. And for him to even be considering it, things must’ve been getting worse for him at home again. 

Your heart pained to think how his father could… anyways. You wished that you could talk him into reporting it, but every time you brought it up he got so defensive. At some point, you decided that if he was going to go through it you would make sure that he didn’t have to go through it alone. Thinking over the past two months, you felt bad for not trying harder to be there for Isaac. No matter how hectic things had been with Scott and Stiles, it wasn’t an excuse. 

You pulled out your phone to text Isaac but were interrupted by a frantic knock at your window. 

Speak of the devil

You opened the window and ushered him inside, “Isaac what happened? Are you okay?”

“I-I think that my father’s dead,” he admitted as his breathing sped up. 

No amount of anything could have prepared you for those words out of his mouth under these circumstances.

“It’s okay Isaac, just breath, tell me what happened,” you said calmly as you led him over to your bed. It took a few minutes to calm down enough to collect his thoughts, but even then you could see the fear in his eyes.

“You won’t believe me,” he decides, pulling away from you and taking a step towards the window.

“Isaac, you know that there is nothing you could say that I wouldn’t believe. Now please, start from the beginning,” you invite him to sit beside you.

He reluctantly begins, “That night in the graveyard, after I was attacked, there was this man. He saved my life and then started talking about these crazy things. He knew about my dad, and told me that there was a way I could protect myself, a way to make sure that I could never be hurt again. And he explained that it wasn’t going to be easy, but that it would be worth it. I didn’t believe him, not at first, but then he showed me. He gave me a choice, and I accepted his offer,” Isaac explained.

“I’m confused, what was it that he gave you?” you asked.

“He - I -,” he paused for a moment trying to decide the best way to explain this to you, “okay, what I am about to tell you, it’s dangerous and you have to swear not to tell anyone,” Isaac looked up for confirmation but decided it wasn’t enough, “Y/n, I want to hear you say it, I want you to swear to me.”

“I swear, whatever you tell me will stay between us. But god Isaac, you’re starting to scare me.”

Instead of telling you with words, Isaac allowed his eyes to show yellow. He was surprised to see that you didn’t shrink back in fear or hate. Before he could explain further, you caught him off-guard, “You’re a werewolf.”

“How do you know about this?” he asked taken aback.

But you ignored him, “You are a werewolf, which makes the man you met Derek Hale, and if your dad is dead, the hunters are going to think you did it. And even if they don’t tomorrow is a full moon,” you realized.

Isaac stared at you in shock, out of all of the reactions he had played through in his mind, this most definitely was not one of them. 

“Isaac,” you said pulling him out of his thoughts, “what happened tonight?” 

“It started out how it always starts, my dad and I were eating dinner and then things escalated until he was throwing things at me. He threw this glass right above my head and it shattered leaving a shard in my cheek, just below my eye. I was just going to leave, but my dad saw me heal, so I ran. He followed me and I managed to ditch him, but then I heard his screams. I circled back, and I could smell his blood, too much blood. So I freaked and came here, I didn’t know what else to do,” he explained as his breathing became more frantic again.

“It’s okay Isaac. Everything is going to be okay, I promise. We just need to go see Derek, he’ll know how to handle this. Come on,” you said as you pulled him up and towards the door. You had him wait in the hall as you snuck into your brother’s room and stole the keys to Roscoe. 

As the two of you backed out of the driveway, Isaac asked, “How do you know about all of this? Werewolves, Derek, hunters? Did he offer you the bite too? Are you one of us?” 

“Not me, Scott. And it is a long and complicated story, but I promise that I will be here to help you through all of this. It might seem overwhelming now, but it’ll all work out, I promise.”

So, the two of you went to Derek’s loft and explained the situation. Derek ordered that Isaac act like normal and lay low until he could figure it out. But outside of that, his curiosity as to what had actually happened was trumping his need to protect Isaac. 

A little annoyed at the alpha, you took Isaac back out to the jeep and decided that you were both going to stay the night at your house. After sticking Stiles’ keys back in his room, you went back to Isaac.

“Okay, so let’s get this straight. Because the police are going to question you once they find your father, so it’s better to prepare now. Your dad and you got into a small argument and you left and rode your bike here. You’ve been here all night and tomorrow morning you will come down and eat breakfast with us so that my father can see that with his own eyes. If they ask about anything else, you don’t speak until you have a lawyer present. They can’t hold you unless there is a witness or you admit to doing something. So after they question you, you come back here and we will figure out how to get you through your first full moon.”

“Okay, I can do that,” he agreed, “How are you so good at this? You’re so calm, while I’m over here completely freaking out.” 

“This isn’t my first rodeo,” you joked. 

“I’m glad that you are here, I don’t even want to think about what I would do without you.”

“Well fortunately, you don’t have to worry about it. Now get some rest,” you said motioning for him to climb in your bed next to you.

The next morning went to plan. You paraded Isaac in front of your dad. Once you got to school, you stayed in Isaac’s general vicinity offering reassuring smiles every so often. When you weren’t with Isaac, you were with Lydia who was trying to adjust to her first day back after being naked in the woods for three days. She didn’t remember anything, which was probably a good thing, but that didn’t help the fact that everyone was staring at her like she was crazy. 

To say that you were relieved when the school day was over was an understatement. If you could get Isaac to stay with Derek past the full moon before the police brought him in for questioning it would definitely be ideal. Now, you just had to make it through practice.

Even as you had that thought though, everything started to go wrong.  First, Scott had been able to sense a werewolf and went through the team one by one until he discovered that it was Isaac. Though before any sort of confrontation could occur, the police showed up and took Isaac away for questioning.

You made your way out to Roscoe where Scott and Stiles were and Scott turned to you, “they took Isaac in for questioning, his dad was found brutally murdered earlier this morning.” After seeing your lack of reaction he added, “but it seems like you already knew that.”

“Did you also know that he was a werewolf?” Stiles spoke before you had a chance to say anything. 

“He is innocent. And possibly in danger, because in case you haven’t noticed tonight is a full moon. So maybe you should be thinking about what we are going to do if they decide to try to hold him overnight.” 

“He’s Derek’s problem,” Scott replied trying to hide the betrayal he was feeling.

“You don’t mean that,” you reply, trying to remember that the full moon was affecting your friend.

“Why not? Maybe this is what it takes for Derek to understand that he can’t just turn innocent teenagers to fuel his power trip” Scott tried to justify, raising his voice.

“Whatever Scott,” you dismissed before turning to Stiles, “take me to the station, I’ll figure this out myself.”

However your brother hesitated not wanting to pick between you and Scott. Having enough of both of them you rolled your eyes, “Fine, I’ll find my own ride,” you said before storming back towards the school. 

“Y/n-” Stiles called after you. 

“Let her go, we don’t need her,” Scott growled. 

“Hey, what is your problem?” Stiles asked defensively.

“If Y/n wants to choose Derek and Isaac over us then we don’t need her, do we?” 

“Careful Scott, you are starting to sound jealous,” Stiles said as he threw his bag in the back seat. 

“I just think it’s stupid that she is defending them and that she lied to us for god knows how long.”

Stiles decided to just keep his mouth shut as he drove the pair to Scott’s house. Meanwhile, you got a ride to the police station from Danny and were sitting in a chair outside his office. You noticed that there was an officer milling around that you had never noticed before which was saying something considering the fact that your dad was the Sheriff. 

You noticed that he ducked into one of the empty offices as your dad came out of the interrogation room, clearly surprised to see you. 

“What do you think you are doing here?” he asked as he let you into his office.

“I’m here for Isaac, how are things going?”

“To be honest with you kiddo, not good.”

“Why what happened?”

“We have a witness that the two of them were fighting last night and then his bike was found at the scene of the crime.”

“And if you looked at it, you would’ve noticed that it had a flat tire, which is why Isaac had to walk to our house,” you explained thankful that you had thought to have Derek take care of the tire earlier. 

“I know he’s your friend, did you have any idea that his father was abusing him?”

Your face fell, if your dad knew that, it meant that he either had a witness or was able to search Isaac’s house. 

“You should have told me,” your father sighed looking disappointed.

“He didn’t want me too,” you tried but you already knew it was hardly an excuse, “but if you know about that, then you should also know that one of the ways his dad punished him was by locking him in a freezer which causes him to become claustrophobic. And locking him in a holding cell would be traumatizing,” you tried to reason. 

“So then what would you propose?”

“Find a way to delay the process until tomorrow. Isaac can stay the night at our house so you can keep an on him, take him into your custody or something I don’t know. He just lost his dad, and while their relationship was … complicated, he was still his dad. This is the last thing he needs right now.”

“Y/n…”

“Please Dad, he’s my friend and he’s innocent.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he concedes. 

“Can I see him?” you ask as your dad is exiting his office.

“He’s in the first interrogation room.”

“Thank you.”

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you had been holding, and turned the doorknob to enter the room where Isaac had been left alone. 

“How are you holding up?” you asked taking a seat across from him and tossing him a reese's from the vending machine.

“Better now that you are here. I heard you talking to your dad, do you really think that I’ll be able to walk out of here tonight?”

“I hope so, but don’t worry if not I have a back-up plan. Just try to stay calm, I know you are going through a lot today.”

“I can’t believe everything could go wrong so fast, I never wanted this. I just didn’t want to be afraid anymore.”

“You don’t deserve this, and I’m sorry that you are here right now. But I promise you that we will figure this out.” 

“I hope so.”

“Let’s try to get your mind on something else,” you said before engaging him in conversation until there was a soft knock on the door and your dad came in. 

“Well, Isaac, if you agree to staying in my custody, we are going to let you go for the night. We might need you to come back in tomorrow and answer a few more questions,” your dad explained. 

“Thank you so much Sheriff Stilinski,” Isaac said graciously.

“Don’t thank me, thank Y/n she’s practically your lawyer,” you dad joked, before adding “I have to finish up some paperwork, but then we can all go back to the house.”

“Sounds good, in the meantime can we wait in your office?” you asked wanting to get Isaac into a different environment.

“That’s fine.”

As soon as you and Isaac were alone in his office, you pulled out your phone and text Derek to update him on the entire situation. You then turned to Isaac, “How are you feeling?” you said referring to the full moon. 

“I got it under control for the time being, I think that it’ll be better once we get out of here though.”

“I don’t know if Derek told you, but your first one is always the hardest. You have to find something or someone that keeps you human. An anchor. Otherwise you’ll lose control. Stiles has chains and stuff that he used for Scott, and I’ll be there every step of the way. If it starts to get bad, I’ll call Derek.”

“I’m glad one of us has a plan,” Isaac said before resting his head in his hands feeling exhausted with everything that had happened.

You took a seat next to him and pulled him in your arms, not saying a word. It was about fifteen minutes later when your dad came in and escorted the two of you out to his car. When you arrived home he mentioned something about ordering pizza, you agreed and then rushed Isaac, who you could tell was beginning to struggle, upstairs. You got the stuff you needed out of Stiles’ room and noticed headlights across the street. Hunters. 

Realizing how much harder this would make things, you called Derek and told him to stay away. This could actually be a good thing, as long as you could keep Isaac under control, then maybe they wouldn’t suspect him of being a werewolf. That was definitely going to be easier said than done. Especially when you were alone and having to hide everything from your dad. 

You re-entered your room and set up the chains, hoping that by some miracle you wouldn’t need them. Your dad brought up the pizza and you accepted it gratefully before quickly closing the door behind you. This was going to be a long night.

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