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billthedrake · 10 months

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PRE-FROSH (CHAPTER ONE)

This story is a sequel to "Dad's New Life."

I was prepared to take a good amount of teasing, and maybe more, this weekend. But the guys in the Sig Ep house were cool, I had to admit.

I didn't think I was going to be able to visit. But my older brother Connor swore to my parents he'd keep a hawk's eye on me and keep me from drinking or doing anything I shouldn't. I got along OK with my brother, but growing up he was always kind of bossy, taking advantage of being three years older than me and more of the popular kid in school.

He was still that guy, only now I'd grown up, taller than Connor now, and had really bulked up. I'd say it was basketball and lacrosse, but a lot of it was just obsessively working out and keeping my growing teen body fed with enough protein to put on muscle. I still had a young face - and I had a good idea it would be a while before I could pull off a fake ID - but I was starting to get a strong build for my 6'3" frame.

I now sat in a big sofa in the rec room of the fraternity house, watching some dumb TV. Connor plopped himself next to me with a knowing grin. He had two beer cans in his hand and offered me one. "Not a word to Mom and Dad, Squirt," he admonished.

"Course not," I said, gratefully taking the beer. I took a few sips. It was cheap beer but I didn't care, I loved it.

"Hey O'Brien," one of the brothers said. Alan I think his name was. A senior and a stocky, goofy dude who I discovered was one of Connor's close buddies in the house. The Four Musketeers they called themselves, and Alan was the crudest of the bunch. "Is the pre-frosh gonna partake of Mike's services?"

I wondered if Mike was a drug dealer or something. I figured my older brother wouldn't be into anything too wild. He was the studious one in the family.

Connor got an uncharacteristically shy look. "Dude, it's my baby brother we're talking about."

"I'm not a baby," I objected. I'd turned 18 a couple weeks earlier.

This fraternity brother just gave me a sly wink before turning to my brother. "Like your brother doesn't get his dick wet. The young dude's a fucking lacrosse player fer Christsake."

Fuck, they were talking about sex. With a dude. I smirked, and Connor laughed when he turned to see my expression. "You don't even know what you're grinning about, Jase," he teased.

I shrugged, showing off as much teen bravado as I could. "I figured if it wasn't fun, you wouldn't be acting like I wasn't ready for it."

I could sense my brother was frustrated, cause he didn't object or act bossy, he just gave me a pale grin. "All right. Just remember. No talking about what happens this weekend. Promise?"

"Yeah, dude," I said, annoyed. "I fucking promise."

It was a half hour before Mike showed up. I heart his booming baritone voice coming down the SigEp house steps to the basement before I saw him. I don't know what I expected, but the guy was older, a lot older. Like, dad's age. And buff as hell. He didn't quite look like an ex-athlete, not like Coach Carson, but he was big and beefy and muscular, more of a gym-pumped build, but he clearly took real good care of himself. He wore a snug polo shirt and faded jeans and had a Chicago Bears ball cap on. His shirt was all filled out with huge pecs and big guns. I had jerked off to some bi and gay porn, maybe more than I'd like to admit. I never thought of myself as into older dudes, but something about this guy got me going.

Particularly since I was putting two and two together and realizing this buff older man really was somehow providing some kind of services to the fraternity brothers. Maybe just a handjob or something, and I wondered if he was actually a fucking hooker the way the guys acted so nonchalant.

"Hiya, fellas, how's it hanging?" he asked, giving Dale a fist bump. Dale was another one of the Four Musketeers.

"About six inches soft," Dale wisecracked.

It may have just been banter, but this was not what I was expecting for my pre-frosh weekend on campus.

Mike gave a soft chuckle and looked around. "Same room?" he asked.

"Yeah," Alan replied. "We set it up to make it extra comfy for ya."

Mike smirked but didn't take the bait of the taunt. He just asked. "Who's first?"

"Let the prefrosh have first dibs," said Kyle, a sophomore soccer player who had a whole stoner vibe about him.

I looked over at my big brother Connor, like he was going to object. He just shrugged in a "you wanted it," kind of way.

So I acted like I wasn't some dumb young high schooler and stood up. I felt the guys' eyes on me, almost giggling.

I followed the big guy up the stairs and down the hall. I don't know whose room we were using... one of the brothers', but Mike seemed at home, like he came here regularly. As we stepped in, I started to get nervous, my bravado going right out the window. The man caught on.

"I've not seen you around the house before," he said.

I stood awkwardly in front of him, shifting on my feet some. "I'm just visiting," I explained. "I'm still in high school actually," I added, then immediately regretted it. I was probably blowing my chance for a handjob right then.

But the man didn't seem fazed. His blue eyes twinkled beneath the brim of his ball cap and a smile formed on his handsome face. Up close I could now see the silver flecks in his stubble and for some reason I found that really hot. "Is that right, buddy?" he asked. "Not too young for me are ya?" he asked. Kind of flirty in his question.

"No sir," I replied. Feeling dumb for calling him that. "I'm a senior... just turned 18 a couple weeks ago."

He nodded with that sexy smile of his and now openly looked me up and down. "You're big for 18... you lift regularly I bet."

"Yessir," I said. I wished to hell my parents hadn't instilled that deference to elders thing in me so hard. I probably seemed like an idiot to this guy. "I'm a typical jock, I guess. Hoping to get a lacrosse scholarship somewhere." God, I was blabbing now.

"Nice," was all the guy said and like that he was crouching down in front of me. I'd lost any chub I had with the nervousness and the small talk, but now I knew instantly I wasn't gonna have a problem getting hard. I felt that horny tightness in my chest and throat as I watched this hunky guy get in position and run his hands along my legs.

Mike looked up at me. I tried to gauge his age. Late 40s to mid 50s. He was well preserved for sure, but also had a tan that made his face look more ruggedly handsome. "I bet you get a lot of attention from men."

I shook my head. "I wish," I replied. It was refreshing to be honest, even if I didn't even know this guy.

Mike's paw now massaged the growing boner in my shorts. "Just send out the signals, stud, and I can guarantee you'll get as much attention as you want." It was wild to hear his words in such a deep baritone of a voice, the Chicago accent thick as hell.

"Signals?" I asked. In addition to a handjob, maybe I could get some advice for hooking up. If I had the guts to back in my small hometown.

"Yah," he explained. "Eye contact, body language. Letting a guy know you're open to his advances." His fingers were now undoing my shorts. "I wasn't sure about you, actually. You seem the shy type."

"I've never done anything like this," I admitted.

"Na? Ever have your cock sucked, buddy?" he practically growled.

I shook my head. My heart pounded more. Maybe this was gonna be more than a handjob.

I watched as he pulled my shorts and underwear down. My cock flopped out, hanging in midair for a second before it bounded up into a hard upright position. I was hornier than I realized.

"Hot damn!" Mike gasped. "Cherry and hung as fuck." His hand wrapped around my meat, sending shock jolts of pleasure to my balls. The man's eyes seemed fixed on my dick. "Hell of a cock you got, buddy," he said. Then looking up, he asked, "You Connor's brother?"

"Yeah," I replied. Blushing some. I guess I figured Connor partook of Mike's services, but this was crazy to think about. My dick enjoyed the idea of my big brother getting sucked, though. It jerked in Mike's mitt.

He returned his attention to my crotch. "I could tell. Though you're even bigger than him.... fuck!" He paused and licked his lips. "God, I love virgins."

And like that I watched, almost as if in slow motion, as this middle-aged hunk leaned in and started taking me into his mouth. He used his mouth to wet me down at first, just an inch or two, but it felt incredible. Pleasure but also the novelty of sensation. I'd not been entirely truthful. I'd fucked a couple of chicks, that drunk fumbling at parties kind of fucks, and I'd dated one girl who let me feel her up and she'd give me a handjob. THIS, though, was another world. Mike knew what the fuck he was doing.

The kicker was when he pulled back a second and took in a breath then swallowed me all in one go. His throat felt snug and tight but it was the nastiness of the action which caught me off guard.

Not as much of a shock thought as a voice in the room.

"How is he, Pre-Frosh?" It was Craig, a fit, muscular junior, a kind of typical popular frat dude. The fourth guy in the Four Musketeers group my brother hung out with. I'm guessing he was sent in to keep an eye on things and make sure I was OK.

"Fuck," I gasped. Switching personalities now that I was trying to impress one of Connor's brothers. "Dude knows how work a cock."

Indeed, as I spoke Mike was bobbing up and down on me with slick sounding mouth strokes, his spit running down my balls.

I got a better view of Craig as he stepped up. He always wore his longish dirty blond hair under his ball cap and I saw his cute-handsome face examine my own. "You gonna nut soon, bro?"

I shook my head. "I could. But I want this to last." It was my first time out, and once I got over the fear of a quick trigger I'd settled into enjoying the rising and cresting pleasure without quite orgasming. Though I felt it could come any second now.

"You up for sharing?" he asked. Cautious. I had a sense if it was any other brother, he would have butted right in. But I was Connor's kid brother.

I pulled back and we both laughed as Mike tried to follow me, latching his lips on my meat before I finally broke free.

Craig was already pulling down his sweatpants to reveal his hard dick. He was regular sized, with a good looking cut cock. I enjoyed seeing it but also was proud I outmeasured this college bro.

"Hot," Mike gasped as he moved from his crouch to a kneeling position. Craig played host by offering a folded towel for his knees. The man pulled off his ball cap and tossed it aside. His hair was short and showed a good bit of gray on the temples, but he had enough length on top to give that matted-tousled look from his cap. Mike was still in his polo and jeans and his muscle looked pretty amazing as he scooted toward Craig.

"Fuck yeah," the fraternity brother grunted. "Suck my fucking cock dude."

Craig's eyes were down on Mike, eagerly watching the big guy do his work. Craig's smaller size meant Mike could go wild, battering his own throat with hard and fast movements of his skull.

I didn't know where to keep my eyes. On Mike and his slutty thrill in sucking cock. Or on Craig, who was clearly responding to the sexual stimulation in his face and whole body.

Craig finally reached down and held Mike's head, steadying it and slowly pushing him off.

"It's O'Brien's turn," he said with a chuckle. "I know you like the big ones, Mike," he added.

"I do," the man admitted without shame. He gave Craig's tool one more lick then watched as I stepped up to where Craig had been.

Somehow his BJ now had warmed him up for me. It wasn't just the deep throat that got me off. It was the swiveling motion of his head and the milking suction. Involuntarily I gripped the sides of his head to brace my body.

"Oh SHIT!" I cried. I was entering orgasm now, one that put my previous ones to shame. I saw white for a second and felt light headed. Like Mike was sucking out my consciousness along with my cum.

I heard Craig laughing. "Go for it, bro!" Then. "Niiiccce."

Mike finally spat out my prick. "If you want seconds, stud, you know where to find me," he winked.

Craig meanwhile was practically pushing me out of the way, eager for his turn, his dick reddened and leaking in excitement. "Tell the next guy he's up," he said as he thrust back in between Mike's wet lips. "It won't take me long."

I found my shorts and underwear and put them back on, taking one more view of Craig, who was actively fucking the big burly dude's face.

Everything about this was so crazy and so exciting. A couple of the guys on the team had bragged about gangbanging Kelsey Myers, but I think they were bullshitting. And here was an out-there gangbang happening in my brother's fraternity house.

I was still flush and breathing heavy when I returned to the den. "Who's next?" I said, as I plopped next to my brother on the couch and picked up the beer can, which hadn't warmed up too much. I took a sip of the cheap watery stuff, which for whatever reason tasted like the best goddamn beer I'd tasted.

I could tell Connor was watching me, trying to read me. I turned to him. "What, bro?" I asked, maybe acting more annoyed than I was.

"You OK, Jase?" he asked in a low voice.

I nodded. "Why wouldn't I be?" I said, trying to play it cool. "That was awesome."

He paused and took a sip of his own beer. "You won't mind if I go in there soon?"

"Fuck no," I said, getting the courage to make eye contact with my brother. We were two O'Brien men experiencing the same cocksucker. It was a strange bonding experience for sure. "I'd feel bad if you didn't on my account."

Indeed Connor's turn was next and he got up off the couch, a boner already forming in his sweats. I had never thought of my big bro like this, but indeed he had a pretty big tool.

He was gone about ten minutes. Good for him. When he came back he was flush like I was, the Irish genes making his cheeks rosy pink after sex. I could tell he was embarrassed to have done that with me there, and I enjoyed being the laidback one for a change.

"Seriously, bro," I whispered. "Thanks for letting me do that. You know, for not getting all protective and shit."

He shrugged. "Just don't tell Mom and Dad," he warned.

"What the fuck would I tell them?" I said with a chuckle.

Connor laughed. "You got a point there."

We were watching some dumb MTV reality show, but mostly my attention was on the brothers as one by one they got up to go partake of Mike's services. Alan might have been the last to do so, and when he came back he asked, "Anyone up for seconds?"

I heard the guys laugh as I stood up.

"Pre Frosh is going back!" cried one of the guys. I hoped I wasn't embarrassing Connor or anything, but I had tasted the forbidden fruit and wanted another bite while I still had the chance. I ignored the taunts and made a beeline back to that room.

The door was ajar and I pushed my way in. I saw Mike's polo shirt before anything else. It was on the floor, a few feet away from where that folded towel was, and his discarded jeans.

The man was lying on the bed, face down and ass up in a dreamy quiet repose. I underestimated how muscular he was. That ass alone jutted up in two round hard globes and his back dipped down then swelled up in an amazing mass of lats and rear delts. The back was tanned and totally smooth, a contrast to his pale but furry buns.

I was taking off my shorts and underwear when Mike turned and looked over at me. "I was hoping you'd come back, buddy," he said in his deep soft voice. "You eager for the full ride?"

I wasn't the brightest guy I suppose but it was dawning on me what he meant. At least one of the brothers had fucked him and Mike was now asking me if I wanted to fuck him too.

"Yeah," I said. Like it was a normal occurrence for me. My dick was rock hard again and I fisted it a little.

Mike gave a smile as he watched me get closer to the bed. "Damn, I'm gonna feel that in me good, aren't I?"

Somehow he knew how to be flirty as hell in a masculine way that got me rock hard. Before this weekend I would have imagined I'd enjoy having sex with one of Connor's fraternity brothers instead. Living out some SeanCody or CorbinFisher fantasy. But this older guy was pushing my buttons big time.

"Yep," I said, trying to act cocky like Craig or the other guys had. Only I didn't know where to start when it came to fucking. Surely it wasn't as easy as in the porn videos.

Thankfully Mike seemed to read my hesitation. "Just climb on buddy. Daddy's all lubed up for that big monster."

I wasn't sure what I thought of the daddy thing. But this man was so hot and so clearly in heat, humping the bed some and hiking his meaty ass up for me as I got onto the mattress.

His muscle felt warm beneath me as I stretched my body on top of his, trying not to put all my weight down on him, but just enjoying this. It was so different than fucking a chick, the complete lack of hesitation as Mike reached back and gripped my tool long enough to guide me in place.

"You have an amazing body, stud," he hissed. "Hot fucking high school senior."

My prick felt the wetness of the lube. Then as I pressed in past his recently fucked folds, I knew it wasn't just lube. I'd heard the phrase sloppy seconds of course but it was insane how sloppy Mike's ass felt. Tons of fraternity cum awaited my dick as I bored inside him. I knew not to just ram it in him, and in a way I savored the slow inching in and the way the man's cuts clung to me.

"You have a great body, too, Mike," I said, now letting my chest press more against his back muscle. A thought occurred to me. "You let guys do this a lot?" I asked.

He leaned his head back up against my neck. It took me a second to realize he was moving his ass back against my hips too, doing some of the work to penetrate his ass with my long cock. "Yeah, I do," he replied, matter of fact. "That bother you, buddy?"

"I don't know," I said truthfully. "I guess it's kind of hot.... thanks for letting me do it."

Mike let out a deep growl. "Anytime buddy... that dick of yours feels AMAZING."

I sawed some inches in and out then decided to go for it. Sending my hips forward I pressed all the way inside him. I'm thick and long and I know Mike really felt that.

"Oh FUCK YEAH, buddy!" he grunted, pushing his chest up a little as if to challenging me to press him back down to the bed. I did, accentuating my movement with another thrust into him. "Love that horse meat ya got."

I would have loved this anyway. Losing my virginity with a man. Having my first ass fuck. But Mike was gonna spoil me, I knew. The man just loved sex and his love was infectious. I held on to his shoulders and started fucking. Not hard but with a steady deep pump. Maximizing the pleasure on my cock but also aiming for that vocal response from him.

"Take that dick, man," I growled in his ear as my hips now worked faster. Mike was bigger and more muscular than me but I had the leverage position to hold him steady while I nailed him, as well as the sex adrenaline pumping in my veins.

I worried I was going too hard, but the harder I nailed him the more he seemed to get into it.

"GODDAMN! High schooler fucks like a porn star," he growled.

I worried the brothers could hear us mate. Then I hoped they could hear everything. I was riding that excitement of my first piece of ass, and I was rising to the occasion. I now knew why my lacrosse buddies were so excited by pussy, but this was even better.

His ass was slick and I could feel the wetness along my cock and balls and had a good idea all that cum was frothing up his furry crack. A few of the fraternity brothers had fucked and bred Mike's hole. Connor was probably one of them, I thought.

That idea I was fucking on my brother’s load made my balls tighten immediately. "Holy fuck," I gasped, my cum working up real quick. A part of me wanted to slow down and enjoy this more. That part of me lost out, though. I held on tighter to Mike's beef and just went to town, cumming deep inside the man's guts.

"Get it, buddy!" Mike cried, eager for my seed. I had no idea if he was going to get off. Maybe he did earlier. Right now it was just about my spurting prick and my pure need.

I rode out the cum and finally slowed my roll, now kissing along the man's neck and feeling up his body.

"Hmmm," the man muttered. "You sure that was your first, Stud? You fuck like a champ."

"Yeah," I chuckled. "Hell of a first time, too," I said. "I'm gonna remember this one for a long time."

"I'm glad, bud," he said. "Damn... it feels like I got a baseball bat wedged up inside me."

"Sorry... I can pull out," I said.

"Don't on my account," Mike said, softly, almost shyly. "I mean, I figure an 18 year old jock has another in the tanks, right?"

My dick wasn't going soft and while I wasn't 100 percent sure I could come again soon, I knew I wanted to get as much Mike time as I could. It might be a long time before I had a chance to fuck a man again. "Yeah," I replied.

I humped him some more, before Mike asked if I wanted to try some other positions. We didn't do them all, maybe, but I had a good number of firsts that afternoon. Missionary, cowboy, reverse cowboy, standing. But we finished in doggy, which might have been my favorite.

I felt like a total stud when I finally dismounted and saw how much cum I'd added to Mike's hole. I gave his rump a gentle pat which made the man laugh.

He watched as I got dressed again. "You around town for long?" he asked.

"Just the weekend," I said.

He grinned and looked me up and down. "If I give you my number, will you hit me before you go?"

This is not how I expected my college visit to go. "Hell yeah," I said.

Mike slid out of bed, his beefy body looking amazing all naked and some wiry silvery hair in his chest fur. His dick was pretty soft but I could see the trickles of fresh cum dripping down the insides of his hairy thighs. He found his wallet and fished out a card to hand me.

It read “Daddy Mike” with a phone number, Insta and Twitter handle and OnlyFans URL.

"Are you a porn star?" I asked in surprise. I now felt like a small-town hick for sure.

"Just like to have a little fun," he said. "If you're the jealous type don't look me up online," he said. "A couple of dudes learned that the hard way." He seemed weirdly apologetic to be warning me.

"If what we did just now was a 'little fun' I'd hate to see a lot of fun," I joked.

"The weekend is still young, Pre Frosh," he winked.

I was a little lightheaded and thirsty when I got back to the den. A couple of the guys razzed me for taking so long and I notice Kyle and some other dude get up to go into together.

Connor seemed quiet, not pissed off but in a strange mood. Later, after dinner, we found ourselves sitting alone. My big bro decided to check in with me.

"I guess I shouldn't have been so worried about you with Mike," he said. An edge to his tone, like maybe he didn't approve. I don't know.

I sighed. "I'm gonna call him up tomorrow, you know, go hang out with him." It was a weirdly euphemistic way to say I was gonna fuck Daddy Mike again.

That hit my brother the wrong way. "Come on, Jason. I'm supposed to be watching out for you."

"Dude, it's gonna be fine," I countered. I didn't know if I could convince him of that, or if he needed convincing. Maybe he just felt guilty things had gotten out of hand.

"You know," I added. "I'm into dudes, Connor."

"Clearly," my brother laughed. OK, he wasn't THAT pissed off at me if he was joking around.

That made me laugh, too. "I mean, like, I know that's what I want. I'm gay."

"Oh," he said. "That's cool." Then, "you know I still worry about you, Jase. It's what brothers do."

"Yeah," I conceded. I shot him a wry grin. "And thanks, bro. I wouldn't have it any other way."

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freshlove-sturn · 4 months

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i know i JUST sent a request but if you don't like that one, maybe you could write one where chris and the reader are just friends and there's one day when chris is in a bad mood bc the triplets and the reader had planned to go out, but the reader gets her period and can't go, so chris is just being bitchy towards everyone and matt tells nick "it's probably bc his girlfriend isn't here" and chris debies it; then maybe it gets chris thinking about how much better his day would be is the reader was actually his girlfriend so he could comfort her while she's on her period ? and maybe that motivates him to ask her out ? idk

i hate that i said something so specific, you could take the idea and make it your own if you prefer ! thank you 🩷 :)

philia

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philia (greek)- affectionate love. a type of love that involves friendship. this is the kind of live that friends have for each other. greek philosopher, plato, beloved that philia was stronger than the love that is eros (physical/ sexual desire, passion, lust, and/or romance. the kind of live couples have for each other) he believed that relationships built off of philia and eventually leading to eros were the strongest. friends to lovers.

a/n: i took this request and did my own little spin on it. i hope you like it!! i didn’t really proofread so there’s probably some errors in there, i had to copy and paste this whole thing from screenshots in my camera roll 😭 anyways… enjoy!!

chris pov

i’ve been stressed out all week. between filming and my brand, it’s been getting harder and harder to find time for myself. i’m in dire need of some sort of distraction. i need to get my mind off of everything going on. and in all honesty, there was only one person that could make that possible. y/n.

i’ve been best friends with y/n for as long as i can remember. our moms are best friends, so we’ve known each other since diapers. we have been practically attached at the hip since we could walk. she has always been my person. wanted to get away from my brothers for a bit? i’m texting her to hang out. needed to vent? she’s all ears. advice on an outfit? i’m spending 10 minutes in the mirror trying to take the perfect picture to send to her. hockey or lacrosse game? she’s there cheering me on in the front row wearing my jersey number. she has always been there for me.

today my brothers, myself, and y/n had all planned on hanging out. its our second day back in boston after a month of being in la. we’ve had this planned since the day y/n dropped us off at the airport before we flew back to la. i’ve really been looking forward to it. i haven’t seen y/n in so long. the transition from seeing her everyday to going weeks on end without hearing her laugh, smelling the sweet smell of her perfume that i could never get enough of, and overall just the lack of her presence has been much harder than i’m willing to admit.

my alarm goes off at 8 am. i wanted to make sure i had plenty of time to get ready for today. i groggily reach over to my night stand, my face still buried in my pillows, feeling around for my phone to shut off the blaring sound of my alarm. i finally feel the cool glass of the screen. i pick it up and bring it closer to my face, squinting my eyes at the sudden gleam of brightness beaming from my phone. after i hit stop on my alarm, i notice a text from y\n.

i know its not her fault. she has no control over that. but couldn’t help but feel a wave of disappointment crash over my chest. this was the one thing i had been looking forward to doing for all of a month and now the one person who was going to make it worth while won’t even be there? great. just my luck. i stick my tongue in my cheek and begin typing a response. careful not to come across as upset. i didn’t want her to feel bad. my reliance on her isn’t her problem and i couldn’t make her feel like it was.

i roll out of bed and throw on a white t-shirt i had taken off the night before and thrown at the end of my bed. i walk downstairs into the kitchen, opening up the cabinet to grab a cup before slamming it shut.

“what is your deal?” nick asks, who was already sitting at the island in the middle of our kitchen, scrolling on his phone. his brows furrowed with a confused yet annoyed look plastered on his face.

“nothing” i mumble. avoiding eye contact and opening up the fridge. pouring myself a glass of water from the brita.

nick rolls his eyes at my blunt response. not even bothering to entertain the situation further.

“do you know when y/n is coming over or are we just gonna pick her up on our way to the movie?” he asks, changing the subject. unbeknownst to him that his question rubbed salt right in the wound.

“she’s not coming” i reply.

“oh. why not? is she okay?”

“she doesn’t feel good.” i bemoan. “she said she might come around tomorrow”

“aw” nick frowns sympathetically. “i hope she starts feeling better. that sucks.”

“yup” i concluded the conversation. not wanting to talk about it anymore. the more i thought about it the more upset i became.

soon matt comes down the stairs. nick informs him of the situation. he responds with the same soon matt comes down the stairs. nick informs him of the situation. he responds with the same nonchalant 'oh i hope she feels better response that nick had. the same one i'm sure anyone would have. anyone who didn't need her to function that is. i wish i didn't care so much. i didn't know why i did. it's like the betrayed feeling of when your friends texts you and tells you that they won't be at school. except it was ten times worse. growing up it had always been no y/n, no chris. we were like a package deal. invited to a party? only if y/n also got an invite. vacations? i was begging my parents to let her come with us. she is my rock.

when it comes time to leave for the movie, i practically have to drag myself out of the door. i open up the door to the van, get in, and slam it shut.

"dude what is your problem?" matt looks over at me from the drivers seat.

"he's been in a pissy mood all day long. its getting on my nerves nick interjects from the backseat.

“im just tired. we were on a plane all day yesterday and i couldn't sleep" i defend. lying through my teeth. i knew my brothers knew it too.

"you sure it has nothing to do with y/n not being able to make it today?" matt questions.

" don't care that she can't come." i lie. again.

"yeah right" nick scoffs. i look back at him and roll my eyes. he returns the action.

we arrive at the theater and buy our tickets. we get popcorn and soda and find our seats. matt and nick discuss what movies they wanted to see next as the previews play on the big screen in front of us. i say nothing. i just sit there and scroll on my phone. y/n hasn't texted me all day. i knew it was because she wasn't feeling well and she was probably just sleeping. but i couldn't help but feel a shot of jealousy coursing through my body.

"chris get off your phone the movie is starting." nick pushes my phone down.

i could hardly even pay attention to what was happening in the movie. my brain was taken over by the thought of y/n. why can't i stop thinking about her? sure she's my best friend and i thought about her enough as is, but something felt different today. i've never felt like this before. it felt like a brick was stacked on top of my heart. another being added each time i saw something that reminded me of her. anytime her name even crossed my mind, which, was going on about 5 times per second it felt like. it was suffocating. i don't know why i'm feeling like this. i didn't want to know, if i'm being honest. it scared me. more than i’m even willing to admit.

the movie ends and we all get up from our seats. the lights slowly become brighter. the crunch of popcorn under peoples feet as the stepped filled the air.

after we get home, i don't feel like talking. matt and nick were both sitting around at the island in our kitchen, discussing the movie. i head straight for the stairs.

"someone's upset they couldn't see their girlfriend today" nick jokes.

"she's not my fucking girlfriend. i don't care that i

couldn't see her today. i really don't. my life doesn’t revolve around y/n. you guys are being ridiculous." i argue. girlfriend. the word hit me straight in the gut.

"she may not be your girlfriend sure but you wish she was” matt interrupts. there it is again. that feeling. that feeling i wanted to stop being corrupted with. the feeling i couldn't pin down. the feeling of her.

"you're insane” i hiss. turning my back and going up the the stairs and into my bedroom.

i slam the door shut behind me and lay down on my bed. staring at the ceiling. i just wanted to sleep. i didn't want to think about it anymore. but i couldn't.

girlfriend. the thought of y/n being my girlfriend almost suppressed the gut wrenching feeling that was still brewing in my chest. it's like it was almost satisfied. like i almost had it all figured out.

the more i sat in silence, the more my mind overtook me. the more y/n had flooded everything i had inside of me.

just as my eyes grew heavy, and my thoughts began to slow. it hit me.

im in love with my best friend.

i sat straight up in my bed. i check my phone. 2 am.

unlike hours before, this was the first time i wasn't thinking. i race down the stairs and put my shoes on. y/n only lived just down the street. i could get there in less than three minutes. i open the door, the cold butter air instantly hitting me. i didn't care though. i step out and make a bee line to y/ n's house.

her room was on the second story. when we were 12, we hid a ladder underneath her deck. for years i would use it to sneak up to her room late at night just to hang out. i pull out the ladder from underneath her porch. careful not to make too much ruckus, in fear that i would wake up her parents. i set up the ladder right in line with her window in 10 seconds tops. i knew this like the back of my hand. i climbed up the ladder and tapped on her window.

readers pov

a gentle tapping on my window pulls my eyes away from my book. it didn't scare me. i knew it was chris. only chris knew how to get up here. only chris knew our secret knock pattern that we came up with all those years ago. but at 2am? in the freezing cold? what did he want? he hadn't even texted me letting me know he was coming. weird.

i threw my legs over the side of my bed and make my way to my window. i pull my curtains aside, unlock the window, and let him in.

"chris what are you doing here? it's 2 am and freezing outside." i question and he steps over the window sill and into my bedroom.

"y/n im in love with you" he breathes heavily. his blue eyes looking down at me with desperation. i felt my heart sink.

"w-what?" i ask. i couldn't believe what i was hearing.

“im in love with you. so undeniably, inevitability, embarrassingly in love with you. i think i always have. just haven't really known what it was j was feeling until now. i love the way you laugh. the way your smile lights up every room you walk into. how kind you are to everyone, even when they don't deserve it. i love the way-“ he rambles and i cut him off.

“chris-“ he doesn't stop talking.

“-i love the way you do your hair. i love the color of your eyes. i love how you dress. i love-" i cut him off again.

"chris!" i raise my voice louder this time. needing his attention.

he stops talking and looks at me. waiting for me to speak.

i take a deep breath.

"i have a boyfriend.”

to be continued...

a/n: I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS. WOOHOO. again, lemme know if you want to be on my taglist!!

taglist: @chrissturnioloswifesblog @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @pepsiimaxx

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runningfrom2am · 1 year

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the sea around us; chapter two

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

wc: 1.9k

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After we drove back to The Cut, John B dropped me off at home. I waved a quick goodbye to everyone as I walked up to my porch, ready to get changed for work. Today I wasn't at Heywards or The Wreck, I was working at a coffee shop over on Figure Eight called Making Waves. One of those niche local places, once again, popular with tourists. Initially with locals, but now the tourists have sort of taken it over. I throw on my work shirt over my tank top and jean shorts, grab my water bottle, shoving it in my bag, and head back out the door. No one was home today to chat with anyways.

I get out of my car and lock it behind me, stepping up over the curb and approaching the entrance of the small shop. "Hey! Snowy!" I hear a familiar voice behind me and turn my head to look. "I'll get an Italian soda, blackberry please." It's Kegs, of course. I rotate my body and walk back towards the door.

"Does it look like I'm ready to take orders yet?" I respond with a smile, noting the friends my brother was with. Rafe and Topper. Kooks, of course. My big brother somehow ended up weaseling his way in with the Kooks after we moved into Kildare, if I'm remembering correctly he out-golfed them when he was working at the course and they asked him to tag along. Not the greatest influence on him, but I'm just glad he has friends here.

I stop just out of the way of the door and watch them approach me. "Juliette?" His friend, Rafe, asks me, raising his eyebrow as he eyes my name tag.

"You didn't know my name? Ouch."

He shrugs. "I've never heard Kegs call you that."

"No one does." My brother adds. "Anyway, you hear about the storm?" He asks, Topper and Rafe beginning to talk quietly to each other. I notice over Keg's shoulder that they're still looking at me, but I try to brush it off as I answer his question.

"Uh, yeah I did but I'll be home before it does any serious work. I've got to help block up the windows tonight before I go- we've got a few more hours." I nod.

Kegs looks skeptical. "You're not taking off with those Pogues after work- you actually have to come home this time. Seriously. Mom needs your help with the twins tonight."

"Those Pogues". As if he doesn't live on the cut with us.

I sigh and drop my head back. "I didn't plan on it, you know. Regardless they'll be fine, they're almost twelve, Kegs." I look back up at him and adjust the bag on my shoulder. The twins were a force to be reckoned with, honestly. They're just a handful, it'll probably be harder to keep them inside.

"Really? Anna and Deck? Fine? Give me your keys." He said, getting frustrated now as he holds out his hand.

"What?" I ask angrily, my voice dropping as Rafe and Topper stop talking to listen to us, so I lower my voice. "I'm not giving you my keys I need to get home, do you want me to walk?" I whisper angrily.

I suppose I should clue you in on my family situation. First, Kegs is short for Keegan. Kegs' ability to outdrink the Kooks, which he picked up back in Canada, gives him his nickname. Almost two years older than me, thinks he's a Kook. His whole thing is sports, back in Canada it was hockey, baseball, rugby, lacrosse, golf, and honestly whatever else he could do to get out of the house. Here he's settled on golf. Believe it or not, he's pretty sensitive. I've seen him after many-a-breakup, and it's not at all pretty. My mom has employed me as his personal therapist, she'll just cry and not say anything to him to try and help. I wonder where we get our emotional insecurities from. She's never like that with me. Anyway, he's always got my back. Like 80% of the time.

Next, the twins. Annabelle and Declan. They're six years younger than me, and I practically raised them. They hardly have a relationship with Kegs, somehow. Anna, older than Deck by eight minutes, refuses to let that go that she's a middle child. This is crazy because one, she gives off seriously only child energy- I'm friends with enough of them to know and two, she's not a middle child. She has a big personality and no filter, unfortunately. Completely obsessed with Pope. I already see she's going to be a nightmare at 16. Deck, on the other hand, is her complete opposite. He minds his business, as much as an eleven-year-old can. He rocks a mullet like Kegs used to, sticking to our Canadian roots, and now he's flipped gears into surfing. He wants JJ to teach him, JJ is all about it- of course. It is hard for me to watch Deck grow up, he's only eleven, yes, but I miss when he was little; he slept in my bed every night for years.

"Rafe said he can pick you up. I don't want you taking off, mom will tear a strip off me if I don't get you home."

What is he even talking about right now? I look back at his friend behind him, who raises his hand at me in acknowledgment, smiling. "Why can't you pick me up?" I whisper, leaning closer to him. "Why does it have to be one of your Kook friends?"

"Snowy-" He sighs, raising his hand to push his hair back out of his face. "I'm busy, okay? I have to go to Erin's to help them storm prep, then I'm gonna crash there. I need to go like right now, I don't even have time for this." Erin, ugh. Not my favorite girlfriend he's ever had, that's for sure. They've been on and off for years, but rumor has it, she's a chronic cheater. I don't want to get into it with him, so I sigh and hand him my keys, turning to walk inside.

"I'll pick you up at eight!" Rafe shouts after me as I walk inside, mumbling to myself in anger.

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I'm just finishing putting plywood up behind the windows as I hear the bell chime, meaning someone has walked in. I wipe my hands on my blue apron and turn to face the customer coming in. "Just prepping for that storm tonight, we're closing in a couple minutes. What can I-" I stop talking and drop my customer service voice as I see who it is. "Hi, Rafe."

"Will you be ready to go soon, Juliette?" He shoves his hands in the pockets of his shorts as he smirks at me. I catch myself staring at him for a second. Normally I would correct anyone calling me that, but I just, don't. I look over to where the owner, Megan, is wrapping up everything at the registers. She nods at me.

"Hi, Rafe, how's Rose doing? And your father?" She smiles at him, looking up from her receipts.

"They're well, thank you, ma'am." I have never heard him be this polite to anyone- ever. Not that I have ever talked to him for more than a couple minutes at a time.

"Alright Snowy, I should be totally fine here. You did great putting those up. You get home safe." Megan says to me and I untie my apron.

"Thanks, Megan." I climb down the stepstool I was standing on, and look towards Rafe. "I'll be right out, give me two minutes," I tell him, jogging to the back to grab my bag and hang up my apron.

I walk back out and Rafe is leaning his shoulder against the door, scrolling on his phone. A customer comes to open the door, and he looks up and taps his knuckle on the window under the sign that now reads "closed", I suppose Megan asked him to flip it so we could close a couple of minutes early. The customer rolls their eyes and walks away. I approach him and take my hair out of the bun I had it in, looking back at Megan as she says goodbye.

"You two get home safe alright?" I nod and smile at her.

"You too." Rafe and I both say at the same time, I instantly turn to look at him and my cheeks burn as I see he's acting like he didn't notice. He holds the door for me and we walk out to his car, I'm assuming he borrowed it from his dad.

"My mom used to drive a Range Rover. Back in BC." I say quietly as we drive out towards the Cut.

"Oh yeah?" Rafe replies, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear shift, despite it not being a manual. He looks over at me. "Were you Canada Kooks? What happened?"

I look back out in front of me. "I guess, kind of, I don't really know what happened." I can see in my peripherals that he's looking at me now, waiting for me to continue.

"We didn't live on The Terrace, but it was decent- mostly property, not a big house. But it wasn't the south side either. I don't know. We had to sell the car before we moved. We all squished into our dad's truck, Deck had to sit on my lap the whole drive. Two weeks." I laugh a little at the memory. Rafe just smiles.

"The Terrace?" He asks quizzically.

"Moose Lake's Figure Eight. It was on a hill overlooking the rest of the city, like a second-story porch. Rich people lived up there." I translate. "I actually was meant to go to school up there, we were at the bottom of the hill, but my parents decided to pull me and put me in a public school closer to home anyways. My mom said it would make me more humble." I honestly think that's when they realized they couldn't afford private school for two kids.

He nods. "Let me guess, Kegs went to the private school?" Rafe asks and I nod my head toward him.

"Yep- how could you tell?" I joke. "In all honesty, private school there was absolutely nothing like Kook academy, don't get it twisted. He was always popular though. Everyone only knew me as his sister, I was hardly ever my own person." I explain- why am I telling him this? No way on earth Rafe could give two shits.

"I mean, you've definitely made a name for yourself here. Literally, apparently." He gestures to my name tag.

"Snow is my middle name." Why do I keep talking? He does look shocked at this though, as he does a double-take between me and the road. "Oh, it's actually real? I thought the pogues made it up because you were Canadian."

I giggle at this. "Nope, just a funny coincidence. Kegs has always called me that, Juliette is a busted name."

"I think it's cute. I mean, fine. It's not as bad as you think." He says quickly, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter, his knuckles turning white.

"Thanks."

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telomeke-bbs · 1 year

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BAD BUDDY – THE BASEBALL MOM T-SHIRT HAS BEEN FOUND!!!

Breaking news – I've just found the maker of the Baseball Mom t-shirt, and best of all you can buy it from them on Amazon! 😍

Tagging @miscellar, @dribs-and-drabbles and @jammy-boy because I know you'll be interested. 😊💖

Pat's Baseball Mom t-shirt is made by a brand called Sports Mom T-Shirts and you can find them on Amazon at this link here. You can also Google "Baseball Mom Shirt for Women Sports Mother's Day Gift" + "Amazon", which should take you to a page with the Baseball Mom t-shirt.

I have no way of knowing if this is the original, but it certainly looks like it, and the seller also looks legit. This is because they also sell other t-shirts that are designed in much the same vein (e.g., Basketball Mom, Team Mom, Lacrosse Mom, Baseball Grammy and Softball Mom). So it looks like part of an ongoing collection, and not a one-time knockoff of Pat's iconic tee. 😍

The t-shirts aren't sleeveless though, so it looks like the sleeves were cut-off before use in Bad Buddy.

So here's how I tracked down Baseball Mom. I'm currently on holiday in Kyoto, and found out from @jammy-boy's post (ரொம்ப நன்றி நண்பரே!) that GMMTV was holding an exhibition in Osaka (I wasn't aware of it before). As Osaka is less than 30 minutes away from Kyoto by train, a little re-jiggling of the travel schedule allowed for a day-trip to Osaka and yes the Baseball Mom t-shirt was there in all her glory. 👀 I'll write up a bit more about the exhibition (and Bad Buddy's corner) in a separate post – for now I'll say that it was a modest affair, yet quite overwhelming for me. 💖

So here is my photo of the Baseball Mom t-shirt:

It's displayed in a glass case together with Pran's coloring set, one of Ink's friendship wristbands, Pran's smiley/frowny notepaper and assorted photos (the glass cover is reflecting the string of spherical lights hung on Pat's Ep.12 memory board just alongside at the right, which explains the orange blotches on the image).

Remembering @miscellar's comment about the shirt tag, I took a photo of it:

The brand is Anvil, and this lightweight t-shirt was made in Nicaragua 👀, suggesting an American origin.

On the train ride back to Kyoto I was all smiles, hoping the manufacturer's website would be where the BM t-shirt lives. But I was wrong.

It turns out that Anvil is one of several brands made by the company Gildan, and they are mostly plain t-shirts (like Hanes). Baseball Mom was nowhere to be seen on their website.

But what this did suggest was that the t-shirt could simply be a plain base that a company (or entrepreneur) was using as a canvas for their artwork. So I checked out Etsy, and there were a ton of similar t-shirts, but not the same one.

And then I checked Amazon. Hello Baseball Mom!

The Baseball Mom t-shirt has been found! 😍

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P.S. For an explanation as to why Pat was wearing Baseball Mom for the Ep.5 Kiss (a truly strange choice of attire for such a momentous scene) see this write-up linked here. 🤩

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#bad buddy #pat napat jindapat #bad buddy baseball mom t-shirt #baseball mom t-shirt

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chrisgetsmewet · 2 months

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Lost hearts

Pairing: chris× fem!reader

Summary: emmaline is obsessed with chris ever sense the 9th grade up until 12th grade. He doesnt feel the same though...

Warning: none

it's a series!!

"And. Done!" I had just finished off my outfit with some jeans and a fitted long-sleeved top with a white bow in my hair.

"Dont you think the bows a bit much" my friend said through the phone. We were on facetime for the first day back at school. the 12th grade to be exact.

"No, i think it'll draw his attention" i turn to the side checking myself out in the full body mirror in my room. I could just hear the attitude from the way she groaned.

"Are you really still on him, i mean girl theirs a whole bunch of people out there and you're still stuck on chris?"

"Thats a problem how?" I was confused, i know my crush on him has gone on for quite a while but i didn't wanna give this up until he knew I liked him, because i was the one who told him.

"I'll see you at school" i hang the phone up, grabing my backpack off the ground and walking downstairs to the kitchen.

That's where my mom was making breakfast

"Morning sweet girl" she chirped, my mom was such a morning person you'd think she's gotten more then 8 hours of sleep.

"Mornin"

"You gonna eat breakfast"

I observe what she's making waffles, eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, and she was cutting some fruit up.

"everything looks good but i really gotta go"

"Atleast try some" she reached out grabbing my hand before i left.

"Uh- ok" i took a waffle and a hasbrown off the plate

"Bye mom- oh bye dad" i saw my dad before heading out, walking out of his shared room with my mom buttoning up his shirt over the tank top he was wearing.

"Bye kiddo have a good first day" he waved before i closed the front door.

I finished the waffle in 4 bites and the hasbrown in 2 it was a lot to chew but i wasn't trying to walk around with food. It was so good. I wish i had time to eat. I was a few blocks from my house bringing me closer to school.

I take my backpack off my shoulders and dig in the small part of it for a piece of gum. I wanted. no needed to stay fresh.

"There, they are" i blurted out referring to nick, matt, and chris. I head over to them when they saw me. nick looked suprised, matt smiled, but i can't help but notice chris rolled his eyes.

"Hey guys!"

"Wassup em"

"Heyy"

They did notice my outfit. It's fine cause there's always tomorrow.

I start walking with them but walking next to chris, matt was in the middle and nick was on the end of matt.

"so chris you gonna tryout for lacrosse or hockey this year" i questioned smiling

"Whicheveri do better in" he says blankly before speeding his pace up and i speed my walking up as well.

"Did you know we have the first class together. Isn't that great" i was filled with excitement but he didn't reciprocate it, i mean who would it's a monday and super early also somewhere we don't wanna be. School.

"Maybe for you" he mumbles i guess he didn't want me to hear him but i did. and he isn't far off i mean i get to be with him for a total of 40 minutes thats amazing.

He went into the classrom and was walking to the back of the classrom so i guess thats where he was gonna sit. I say next to him.

"Are you just gonna follow me where i go" he sounded aggregated.

"Would you like to me?" I blinked at him. He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head, before running his hands on his face then getting in his phone.

I take that as a no.

The class started and he was explaining stuff but I toned him out. Admiring chris, his features in particular, his side profile, the way his hair layed, how soft i looked i just wanted to run my fingers through them, his nose was so perfect and his pink lips that were never chapped i wonder how it would feel when we-

"What are you looking at" chris turned his head looking at me waiting for my answer. "I want an answer"

My cheeks were turning red i was embarrassed, what was happening was embarrising i was caught staring at him and i was chocked up.

"I-uh.. i was- just" i swallowed it was dry, i shouldn't even be this embarrassed cause it's not that serious

"Emmaline and Christopher am i interrupting something?" The teacher said standing infront of the calssroom with a few rules written on the board he must ahve been going over them but i was to focused on something else (chris) to notice. This made everyone look our way.

"No sir" i sunk in my seat tapping my pencil on the desk trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.

"Nope" chris replied paying attention to the teacher again.

It was the end of the day, some people were staying late for afterschool activities, i wasn't one of them i didn't really like doing anything i didn't have to. I saw chris and his brothers were staying afterschool so they must have been trying out for something.

I planned on going his way but he was talking to a group of guys and that alone is intimidating. I went along the rest of my day. My social battery was definitely dead and didn't need anymore conversations i am definitely in need of an after-school nap.

As soon as i got home i changed into more comfier clothes, cut my fairy light on, closed the blinds, and crashed on my bed. I stretched out moving around a bit then falling asleep.

I dont know how long i was out but the next thing you know my mom was waking me up for dinner.

"So how was you're day at school" my dad asked making his fork with a piece of asparagus hanging off of it point in my direction.

"It was okay." I rubbed my eyes a bit before getting to my senses and fully answering the question.

"Darling im sure he wanted to know more, actual details" she added smilingly softly at me "plus i wanna know too".

I cleared my throat, preparing for what i was gonna say.

"The breakfast or what i had of it was good-

i took a bite of my food and continued talking while covering my mouth.

"Umm.. i had 3 classes with chris and 1 with nick, the lunch was pretty mid."

I finished chewing and swallowed uncovering my mouth before finishing my sentence.

"Oh. i also had lunch with the triplets but i couldn't find leah so we didn't eat together. Overall my day was normal"

"Oh thats nice to hear" my mom rubbed my hand that was laying freely on the table.

"Was there any sports to try out for"

"Yeah but none of them were for me"

"You should really try and get more out there it's your last year of school, id make the most of it" he suggested.

I swallowed my food taking a sip of water, once again i found myself sinking down a bit, not filling good about my day anymore not that he was attacking me or anything-

"And i wouldn't wanna spend it obsessing over some boy" he added to what he was saying but more stern and straight forward.

"Dad.."

He shrugged and continued eating my mom dismissed herelf and started washing dishes, she knew how much i liked chris because all i did was talk about him.

I picked around with my food mixing my mashed potatoes with my carrots and peas, taking little bites of the food, but mostly playing around with it before excusing myself.

A/n: the end wasnt a gilmore girl reference. To me it seemed like one but i wasn't even thinking about gilmore girls at the time.

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris × reader #chris sturniolo fanfic

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luucypevensie · 4 months

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Cute Character Questions: Julia Adler, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs ✨💛✨

MY FAVE GEM QUEEN, THANK YOU ALEXANDRA! Tagging @daughter-of-melpomene and @ginger-grimm, Julia’s biggest fans

The Basics

Name: Julia Adler

Age: 16-17 around s4 of teen wolf

Zodiac Sign: cancer

One Good Trait: julia is a pretty honest person; she doesn’t like to lie, unless if it’s absolutely necessary

One Bad Trait: her honestly has led to some unexpected bluntness that people don’t really appreciate

Habits

One Bad Habit: julia has a tendency to lose her temper really quickly; it has led to a lot of trips to the principals office

One Good Habit: she’s actually pretty self-sufficient: cooks her own dinner if her mom or brother isn’t home, keeps her room really tidy etc

One Habit They Can’t Break: she cracks her bones WAY too often (lucas hates it, and yells at her whenever she does it to annoy him)

One They’ve Broken: julia listened to music incredibly loud growing up; loud enough that her mother was worried she’d burst her eardrums, and asked her to please stop

What They’re Afraid Of: losing her brother, her other half

Family

Their Parents’ Names: Cecile Adler and Hades, Greek God of the Underworld

Their Siblings’ Names: lucas adler (twin brother)

Favorite Childhood Memory: her first horseback lesson (she adored horses, and always wanted to learn how to ride one)

Favorite Childhood Toy: a my little pony figurine

Embarrassing Story: julia was at a riding lesson when she suddenly noticed her father watching her in the shadows (he decided to randomly check in because hades had wanted to make sure the twins were doing alright). she did a double take because she was certain she was seeing things… which caused her to accidentally kick her horse forward. the horse bolted forward so quickly that julia fell off and broke her right arm from landing on it awkwardly

Favorite Family Member: Lucas (it’s the twin thing; the two of them argue all the time, but they would die for one another)

A Story About That Family Member: lucas overheard two lacrosse players talking smack about julia one day in the boys locker room. he got so incensed that he nearly went over to beat them up, but he held back because he knew that his sister would be able to handle them way better than he would. so, lucas told her what he heard, and she just WHALED on them

What They Prefer

coffee or tea

showering in the day or night

taking baths or taking showers

tv or movies

writing or reading

platonic or romantic love

iced tea or lemonade

ice cream or smoothies

cupcakes or cake

beach or mountains

Favorites

Song: i am not a woman, i’m a god by halsey

Band: hey monday

Outfit: grey plaid shirt over white t-shirt, ripped jeans, black combat boots, and a black choker, hair up in messy bun

Place: athens, greece

Memory: the first time she rode arion, julia felt like they were flying through the air with how fast they were running

Person(s): laurel davis and grace clarke

Movie: scream (julia loves horror films)

Show: the haunting of hill house

#oc: julia adler #fic: two worlds #tv: teen wolf #oc asks #dancingwith-sunflowers #THANKS AGAIN ALEXANDRA

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15-lizards · 1 year

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ASOIAF American highschool AU bc I want them to suffer

-Jon is that guy you see in the hall all the time and he’s super cute but then you talk to him and he’s just. The most pretentious asshole you’ve ever met. He’s better than you bc he takes AP classes btw. And he’s on the basketball team but he’s brooding so he barely has any friends

-Dany is a little FREAK ugh I love her. She’s a GSA officer and wears weird clothes and cat ears to school and everyone makes fun of her but she’s the nicest person ever. Very passionate ab her special interests. super smart too like no one can say that she isn’t top of class

-Sansa is the nice popular religious girl who likes to make cookies for people. She’s like condescending nice though and is sweet to the losers mostly out of pity. Obsessed with Loras in a comphet way to cover her real crush on Margaery. She is on the swim team and loves to run the student council like the navy

-Arya is on the soccer and basketball team. Slightly to weird to be popular but too cool to be a loser. Kind of disruptive in class but it’s okay bc she’s funny. Definition of a low maintenance girl. Cuts her hair short and likes the way she looks in a sports bra and baggy clothes but has yet to find out what non-binary is

-Robb Homecoming King football captain you get the gist. Sincerely nice and is the one jock who’s on good terms with literally everyone in his classes. Tries his best to defend Jon (it is so hard) Has dated around but his most intense relationship is with his drug dealer burnout bestie Theon. They get jealous when the other starts dating a girl (both of them have yet to find out what bisexualism is)

-Joffrey is a grade A bitchass. He’s on the soccer or lacrosse team only because Cersei bribed the coach. No one really likes him but they hang around him anyway because he has a sick ass house and his moms hot. Thinks he’s smarter than he actually is, maintains a C- average

-Bran is that freshman you only see in khaki shorts and graphic t-shirts about bugs or some shit. Completely lives in his own world (autism slay!) and has trouble interacting with other kids. Besties with Meera and Jojen tho who just get him. Reads big ass philosophy books in his spare time

-Aegon is Dany’s cooler cousin. He’s way more popular than Jon and the two have a one sided rivalry that Jon made up in his head. Pretty nice to other people but he thinks he is such hot shit. His superiority complex is kinda crazy

-Theon graduated last year but still hangs around campus. Goes to Robb’s football games and sells drugs under the stands. “Where’s my hug at” guy. Drives a beat up Honda civic that’s on its last legs. Has multiple misdemeanors on his record. Robb thinks he can fix him

-Loras is Robb’s teammate who’s also mister popular. Already has a scholarship to a D1 school and is every teachers favorite (he takes advantage of this to skip class). Smart but doesn’t really try that hard in class. A classic DL gay guy who is in a situationship with grad student Renly after lying about his age on grindr

-Davos is everyone’s favorite History or English teacher. Gets invested in the students wellbeing. Gay kids LOVE him, he never can have a lunch period to himself those kids who are looking for a father figure are always eating lunch in his classroom. Has a loving wife and kids but is down bad for the eternally suffering Vice Principal Stannis

-Robert is the football coach and in most American schools you have to be a teacher to be a coach so he probably teaches health or sex Ed or some shit. Half asses his classes so he can go over film with his football players instead. You can hear him yelling from across campus. He is so loud

-Stannis is the vice principal who absolutely no one likes except Davos. Even the teachers don’t respect him. Has wanted to be principal for years but keeps getting fucked over by administration. Wants to move to a different school district so he can get a pay raise but the sexy Spanish teacher Mel is trying to convince him to blackmail the school board instead

-Tywin the principal. Used to be a AP US history or AP economics teacher but then discovered that he hated kids so he bullied and bribed his way into the principal position. Kids run when they hear him in the hallway with his walkie talkie crackling and his keys jangling. Lets Joffrey get away with everything bc he’s the principals grandson

-Cersei as the head of the school board. Always shoveling funds to her kids school instead of any of the other ones in the school district. Probably is in some sort of tax evasion or bribery scandal that Tywin is trying to cover up. Number one passive aggressive hater on Facebook

#ASOIAF shitposting #based on my experiences in an American public highschool #real dark days ages 14-17 were #time to project

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itsyamutha · 1 year

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Anchor ~Liam Dunbar

Synopsis: You may have a little crush on your best friend

~fluff~

Warnings: none

Ps. One of my wattpad stories while I write more

School had just ended it was the first day of summer. I was quite relieved school was very stressful but thank god I got a break. I was sitting in my room quite bored my mom was at work and I was home alone. An idea struck upon me, my friends I should hang out with friends. Yeah, but Stiles and Scott were practicing lacrosse, Kira was in Mexico, Isaac was In France, Corey and Mason were hanging out, and Lydia and Malia were busy the only person left was Liam. I guess I could hang out with him. I mean Liam is my best friend but recently every time I'm around him I seem to blush. I had developed a crush on him over the past school year. Being a werewolf was easy for the most part but sometimes it wasn't especially when my emotions were heightened. I haven't really hung out with Liam for a while, so I thought maybe if I hang out with him more maybe I could get over it, right? So I decided to hop in to my car and drive over to Liam's house.

Eventually I made it to his house. I got out of my car and walked up to the front door. With a little bit of hesitation I knocked on the door. A tired, 5'10, shirtless, brown haired boy answered the door. I felt my face heating up and my eyes slowly look down his toned stomach to the grey sweatpants. My eyes slowly flickered back up to face. "Y/n can you stop checking me out and get in." Liam said as he moved out of the way so I could walk in. "You're the one without a shirt." I said trying to defend myself. "It's just you here." he stated. We walked to his room, I took my shoes off and got in his bed. "So you're gonna take over my room." He said giggling. "Yup, pretty much." I stated smiling. "So what do you wanna watch?" He asked while getting in to bed next to me and handing the remote to me. "Supernatural" I smile at him. "Ugh fine but you need to learn how to watch something else. you know there's other shows out there." He said looking at me. I laughed as we laid together.

~time skip~

We were feeling a little hungry. So we decided to go get a snack. While eating I ended up spilling my Dr Pepper all over myself. "Oh it's cold, Liam I'm so sorry I'll clean it up." I said quickly. "Y/n don't worry I've got it, go to my room and change into one of my shirts and I'll put your clothes in the washing machine." Liam stated and he assured me that it was ok. "Are you sure." I questioned feeling bad. "Yes, now go change." he said giggling. I walked to his room and I put on a soft shirt, only a shirt it was long enough to cover my asś. A light knock on the door startled me. "Come in" I said in a soft tone. He slowly opened the door, his eyes widened once he saw me. He tried to play it cool. "Hand me your clothes so I can put them in the washer." He said with a smirk😏. After that we decided to watch more Supernatural.

~time skip~

We heard the washer beep. We walked downstairs so we can switch the wet clothes into the dryer. "hold on let me go get the dryer sheets" Liam told me. As I was tossing my clothes into the dryer my ring got caught on the belt loop of my pants and flung my ring into the dryer. Without thinking I bent over to look in the dryer and reached for my ring. Liam had came back and I hadn't noticed yet.

"Oh wow ok. I just saw a whole lotta ass." he looked at me for another second before turning his head away. I quickly grabbed my ring and I stood up immediately.

"oh my God Liam I am so sorry."

Liam tossed a couple of dryer sheets in the dryer.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were wearing some cute black lacy underwear. I would've matched with you." He laughed at his own statement.

"ha ha very funny." I said trying to hide my embarrassment.

"Y'know you could've grabbed a pair of my boxers." I rolled my eyes at him before going back upstairs.

He laid down on the bed as soon as we entered his room. I walked over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of boxers out of the top drawer.

"Cute." I looked over at him in confusion.

"Do I need to repeat myself or did you hear me the first time." He said being snarky. I rolled my eyes at him. I laid back down in bed and change the TV to Harry Potter. Liam and I weren't cuddling but we are very close. His bed was so comfortable that I ended up falling asleep.

~time skip~

I woke up about an hour and half later. It me a second to register the arm wrapped around my waist. I slowly turned my body to look over at the sleeping boy. He looked perfect but no matter how perfect he looked I had to piss. I slowly moved my body trying to get up without waking up Liam. After I used the bathroom I got back in bed. I started to admire his features and how amazing he looked. I grabbed my phone to check the time but I must've moved to much because Liam woke up.

"Good morning handsome. How'd you sleep?" I questioned.

"Well it was good until someone woke me up and I was having a good dream too ughh." He rolled his eyes at me. I lightly giggled at his annoyance.

"I'm so sorry sleeping beauty." I replied sarcastically.

"Ugh I hate you." He groaned in his tired raspy voice. I went to try to get out of bed again but a strong hand pulled me back in.

"You're not going anywhere." He wrapped his arms tightly around.

"No let me go." I giggled trying to kick him. He rolled over and pinned my arms above my head. My face got extremely hot and pink.

"No kicking." He said in a stern voice. I blew on his face and wiggled myself off the bed. I looked at him and ran to his door. Before I could get it open he came up behind me and pushed it closed. I turned around to see him leaning over me. I began to blush again but I pushed him back. I ran out the door and down the stairs but he quickly followed. I got to the kitchen but I wasn't fast enough. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I let out a squeal as he spun around.

"Put me down." I said.

"Fine." He set me on the island.

"I'm kinda hungry. Do you wanna go to a restaurant?" I asked him.

"Oo yeah I could go for some burgers right now." He said helping me off the counter. We quickly got dressed and headed out the door. I drove us to a small diner around the corner. We ate our food and had a couple laughs before leaving. I drove us to a park that had a playground. I got out of the car and ran to the playground and straight to the swings. Liam walked at a normal pace towards me. He walked behind me and placed his hands on my hips. He pulled the swing back then quickly pushed it forward. He places hand on my lower back every time he pushed the swing forward.

"Higher!" I laughed.

"As you wish." He pushed me with a little more force.

"Ok ok too high. Too high." He laughed at my words. He walked over and sat down on the swing next to mine. We sat there and swung for a little bit before slowing down the pace. I looked over at Liam. I had to tell him about my feelings towards him.

"Uh Liam. Can I tell you something?" I spoke nervously.

"Yeah of course." He said with a bright smile on his face.

"Ok but promise you'll still be my friend." I looked down at my feet.

"I will always be your friend." He reassured me.

"Ok well the truth is that I love you. I love you more than anything, and I was to scared to tell you. I'm not scared anymore." I confessed.

"Truth is Y/n that you are my anchor. I think it's cute how your heart skips a beat when I'm around you. The face you make when you're focused or the way you tap your fingers when you're anxious. I love every little thing about you." He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the swing into a long passionate kiss. I felt so relieved as if all my problems had gone away.

"Come on let's go back home and watch movies and you can stay the night." He said pulling my hand. He decided to drive this time. He placed his right hand on me lower thigh and looked over and smiled at me. We got home and changed into something a bit more comfy. As I laid there in his arms I slowly drifted to sleep.

======================== I hope you liked it. I feel like it could have been better but I'm too lazy.

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#teen wolf #liam dunbar #scott mccall #liam teen wolf #teen wolf fluff #fanfics #liam dunabr imagine #teen wolf x reader

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kitchenisking · 2 years

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Fic Rec😁

A Quiet Night (Not in the Cards) by Delightful_I_Am - (Rating: T, Words: 4369, sterek)

"Derek fucking Hale!"

The shout rang through the bar and for a long moment nobody moved. It was like something out of a movie. Everything just stopped; the music cut off; one of the servers had frozen mid-pour. Grady would have laughed if he weren't holding his breath. The kid straightened his shirt, a glimpse of stomach showing the curling edges of a tattoo on his hip, and strode toward where Hale was sitting in the dark corner. As one, every supe in the place turned to see Hale's reaction; the last person to try to confront Hale in here had left with a broken hand and a whispered threat that the next time Hale would rip their throat out. With his teeth. Unsurprisingly, Hale's face was set in its usual glower, although it seemed a bit softer around the eyes. It took Grady a second to realise Hale knew the kid.

Full Stop by sparkandwolf (thatnerdemryn) - (Rating: G, Words: 645, sterek)

Stiles wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to the sight of a shirtless Derek Hale in his bed. He wasn’t sure how he got lucky enough to see it as frequently as he did, either, but he decided early on in their relationship that he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

That's Debatable by cloudsarefluffy - (Rating: Mature, Words: 16702, sterek)

Stiles is known for not being a run-of-the-mill omega.

He’s mouthy, stubborn, strongly opinionated, and he doesn’t appreciate egotistical alphas in the slightest. In fact, he’ll tell them exactly where to shove it— . . . if he could. Sadly, when you’re in a Contemporary Issues class at school with a teacher who loves write-ups, one must curb the tongue to some degree.

Even when lacrosse star and alpha Derek Hale is being a massive asshole, and continues to argue with Stiles every chance he gets.

Cupid's Rejects by alisvolatpropiis - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 1590, sterek)

Just a short lil' bit of V-day fluff, partially inspired by my current ER binge!

I am a doctor...but I am not a medical doctor! My apologies for any inaccuracies on that front, and please, for the love of Hoechlin's beard, if you ever experience an allergic reaction, seek medical attention immediately!!

Much love to you all, and Happy late Valentine's Day!

At Home Under the Moon by wanderingeyre - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 18425, sterek)

There is no doubt in Derek’s mind that this fox is alone, in trouble, and needs to come home with them, with him. Derek takes a risk and lets his wolf go, calling his human side forward as he shifts. The fox barks in alarm and scrambles back to the bushes. Derek kneels and holds his hands out palm up.

Derek pushes power into the next words and lets his eyes go red. “I promise. You’re safe. No one will hurt you.”

The Perfect Pack Mom by halcyon1993 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4444, sterek)

Derek gets turned on by how good Stiles is at being Pack Mom and just has to take him.

The Disaster Triplets by wyrmwolf - (Rating: T, Words: 1083, sterek)

Derek really wishes his Beta’s would stop getting Stiles drunk for their own amusement. They didn’t have to deal with a handsy Stiles when he got drunk, and boy could that guy talk when he was under the influence.

New Version Of The Old by GotTheSilver - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3309, sterek)

“I think I’m going to have to shave it off,” Derek says softly, his fingers rubbing against Stiles’ hair. “The pixies really did a number on you.”

“Pixies are assholes,” Stiles grumbles, meeting Derek’s eyes in the mirror. “I haven’t had a buzzcut in years,” he says wistfully. “Figures it’d be because of supernatural beings. Back to looking like a nerdy teenager I guess.”

Blind Date With A Book by thepsychicclam - (Rating: Mature, Words: 30361, sterek)

Stiles thought the Blind Date With a Book trend was a great way to drum up business for his small bookshop. He definitely thought it was a great idea after the hot guy kept returning and buying more blind dates with books.

Derek didn't know how he kept getting set up on blind dates by his family, or why he kept going on them. The highlight of his night was when the date was over and he could go to the little bookshop in town and buy something to read for the rest of the night. He wanted to read, not date.

Love in an Elevator by mikkimouse - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1718, sterek)

Stiles is angry with Derek, and he'd be happy to never have to talk about why. However, they're also stuck in an elevator for the next half hour.

And Stiles is really bad about staying quiet.

#stiles x derek #sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fanfiction #ficrec #fanfic #kitcheniskingficrecs

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pyotrkochetkov · 2 years

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Tell me things about Svech. I just had to send a really difficult text dealing with a difficult family member. I need to think about something else.

i'm sorry i'm just responding to this now but i hope this is a nice distraction for you!!!

here are plenty of things about him! i'll put this under a read more because i could talk about svechy for hours 🫶

he came to the united states to play hockey as a 16 year old with his mom to play for the muskegon lumberjacks of the USHL, all while knowing zero english which also goes to show how dedicated and intelligent he is because his english is amazing now

he grew up in russia very poor and he and his family sometimes didn’t know if they would even have clothes or food to eat

he wants to make a better life for his parents because of this and most likely gave them his signing bonus after he signed an 8 year contract (x)

his family is the most important thing to him

his brother evgeny is also a hockey player who is currently on the winnipeg jets. andrei also wears number 37 for no other reason than it was his brother’s number

andrei has called his brother his hero many times 🥺

and that he's helped him with hockey so much and owes the lacrosse goals he's scored to evgeny first showing it to him

which by the way he is the first player in NHL history to score a michigan goal 👑

his first hockey memory was also crying because he couldn't play with his brother like!!!!!!

one of andrei's biggest dreams was to play in the NHL with his brother and they finally got to in march 2021

also have this picture of little drei in a teletubbies shirt for no reason other than it's the cutest thing i've ever seen in my entire life

his dad watches every single one of his games even though he lives in russia and it’s a 7 hour time difference so he makes coffee so he can stay up and watch andrei play 🥺

his favorite thing his mom makes is borscht which is beet soup

he loves sweets but tries to stay away from them during the season and his favorite russian candy is alenka chocolate

his favorite food that he hadn’t tried before living in the US is sweet potato fries because they quote "makes him happy and tastes good" 😭

he goes to a training camp in russia every summer which takes up all of his time and he says he doesn’t have a life because of it. waking up at 5 am and skating, working out and doing track and field in the evening which he says is his least favorite because he hates running and he’s so tired by then end of it that he goes to bed at 9 pm

he is known for being a hard worker and is very hard on himself. rod brind’amour has to tell him to go home sometimes if he’s still at the rink or in the gym. he even stays at the rink after games working on what he can do to get better:

he loves magic and taught himself how to do tricks on youtube!!!!!

he talks about it in this video and does a card trick djsksk why is he so adorable

also this video has more with the magic: https://www.nhl.com/hurricanes/video/magic-with-svech/t-277437094/c-5186139?q=Magic+svech

and to end please have some more cute facts about him!!!!!

anyways heres your official order from me to stan this large adorable russian ❤️

#anonymous #ask #andrei svechnikov #this got so long and i don't apologize for it actually!!!!!!

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periipheral · 1 year

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thank youu for the tag !!! <3 @wildmelon

are you named after anyone?

i think my mom was gonna name me something else (my middle name) but instead saw lindsey in some martha stewart magazine ?? and was like yk what fuck it i like that instead

when was the last time you cried?

i saw a tiktok about a dead dog yesterday and started sobbing

do you have kids?

no! i am much too young, but i've started babysitting a lot so I'm around like newborn-6 y/os constantly

do you use sarcasm a lot?

yeah, i'd like to say i'm a fairly sarcastic person, but i am scarred from the hot topic i speak fluent sarcasm t-shirts

what sports do you play/have you played?

i played a bunch of sports as a kid, but i don't really anymore. over my child and teen years i've played soccer, volleyball, lacrosse, and softball. i also did like ballet in preschool/kindergarten and did weightlifting/crossfit from like 8-11th grade

what’s the first thing you notice about other people?

i think body language? i'm a psychology major so like the way people carry themselves can say a lot about their personality and feelings about themselves and others. i always feel like im slightly psychoanalyzing people when i meet them for the first time

eye colour?

i think technically they're hazel but that feels pretentious so i always just say brown

scary movies or happy endings?

outwardly i would say scary movies, and i love me some blood and terror.. but i also have a huge soft spot for cheesy 90s romcoms

any special talents?

not really :/ i'm pretty good at cooking and baking without recipes i guess ?

where were you born?

what do you want next?? my mother's maiden name?? anyways..california :)

what are your hobbies?

the sims (duh), cooking/baking, reading, and doing puzzles

do you have any pets?

i have murphy, who is technically my cat but as my family goes I have 3 dogs (2 lab retrievers and a minpin) another cat who we've had since I was in like 2nd or 3rd grade, a turtle, and a koi pond!

how tall are you?

like 5'4 ish??

fave subject in school?

english and psychology are the subjects i'm best at, but i really enjoy history and science

dream job?

tbh being a streamer would be sick, but realistically i would say probably a college professor of english or psychology

ok i have no clue who to tag buuut @avornalinoo @voidcreek @gothoffspring @birdietrait @void-imp (sry if some of u were already tagged or already did this :,) )

#tag game tag game tag game #nonsims

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realityescapee01 · 2 years

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A Little Too Close

Theo and Stiles are stepbrothers. Stiles is an only child and his dad decided to start dating again, eventually moving in with the woman and gave him a stepbrother: Theo

"My son Theo isn't home yet. I hope you get along well. Sorry about this, Stiles, but we have no more extra rooms. You have to share with Theo."

Stiles' stepmom opens Theo's room and of course, there is only one bed too.

'Ohmygod! Am I in a porn story?!?' Stiles jokingly thought.

Now he wonders what Theo looks like...

Stiles looked around the room and realized this Theo is a jock.

There are football gears in the room. Various varsity jackets and tshirts.

Theo is also a gamer. He has the latest console and series of games.

Likes to watch movies too. Stiles sees movies that he also watched.

Stiles got a little confident about getting along with his stepbrother.

Stiles looked at one wall full of posters and some photos of the football team. He wondered which one is Theo.

His dad called him downstairs to have a snack as they waited for Theo to come home.

A few hours later, someone comes pulling into the parking lot. It was Theo.

'Ohmyfuckinggod! Holy shit! He's hot!' Stiles was wide eyed. Staring at Theo.

Theo just smiled at him. "Hey, there Stiles."

"H-Hey, Theo. Nice to meet you." Stiles stuttered.

Theo laughed a bit. "Mom, I'll take a bath first."

"Yes, and then dinner. Okay? I hope you have no party to attend to."

"Nothing yet." Theo leaned in to give his mom a cheek kiss. And then greeted the sheriff with a hand shake.

Theo had met Stiles' dad and heard about Stiles from him quite a lot.

"You've seen our room, Stiles?" Theo asked him.

"Y-Yeah. Your mom showed me into it. I have my things in there now."

"Our mom now, Stiles." Theo corrected him.

"Uh-yeah yeah." Stiles blushed.

"See you later." Theo said as he disappeared up the stairs to shower.

Stiles sat in the living room for the mean time.

-Hey, Stiles. How's your step family?- Scott chatted him.

-So far so good.-

-How's your step bro? Good to you?-

-I just met him. Can't tell. He's good to his mom.-

-That's good. If he's an asshole, just tell me.-

-He's hot, Scott.-

-Dude! Oh no! 😏- Scott teased.

-Shh! 🤫🤭-

-Let me see 🧐-

Stiles sent to Scott Theo's IG profile. He looked it up the moment Theo stepped upstairs and boy was he satisfied. Theo posted his workout photos there, lots of shirtless pics.

-Holy shit, dude! He is hot! Is he single?-

-I don't know. But I won't be surprised if he isn't anymore.-

The sheriff called Stiles for dinner time. He walked pass the staircase just in time for Theo to jog down, still in the process of wearing his shirt on.

'Ohmygod... what the fuck...' Stiles saw Theo's attire. He has this school shirt on, probably a varsity tshirt or something, and then he has a grey sweatpants on. Stiles tried really hard not to look down.

They sat across each other on the table. Passing plates between them through out. Stiles trying real hard not to brush his fingers against Theo's every time. They had some little chats until dinner was done.

Stiles learning some things about Theo. And Theo learning some things about Stiles too.

Everything feels okay, step mom is good and makes his dad very happy. Theo is also good, Stiles doesn't sense any negative from him.

Or maybe he's too attracted to Theo to see.

After dinner, Theo asked Stiles to settle some rooming issues.

"So... we have no extra room. We're gonna have to share. Bed too. Which side are you?" Theo asked, leaning against his study desk.

"Near the window." Stiles said.

"Okay. How about lights? on or off to sleep?"

"Off."

"Great. Me too. Are you an early bird?"

"No. I sleep late though."

"Me too. But on game days, I sleep early."

"Okay. Noted on that."

Theo looked him over. Stiles felt conscious, pulling on his flannel sleeves.

"You play lacrosse, right? How are you?"

"A... bench most of the time." Stiles embarrassingly admitted.

"But you get to play sometimes, yeah?"

"Yeah, rarely. How about you?"

"Regular. Wide receiver. Pretty good." Theo said, quite prideful.

"Oh, okay. Mr. Popular then?" Stiles teased.

"Not as much as the quarterback though." Theo started taking his shirt off.

Stiles stopped breathing a while.

Theo sat on the huge beanbag and turned on his game console.

"You play, Stiles?" Theo offered.

"A little bit."

"Come on." Theo patted the spot beside him.

"Oh, I'm okay here." Stiles dragged the swivel chair from the study desk closer to Theo.

Theo handed him the controller and they started to play. A versus arcade game. It's an even match.

"Ugh! One more! One more!" Theo was getting riled up.

"Fine." Stiles teased. He is up one win from Theo.

The next match, Theo won. "Huh! Even." Theo rejoiced.

"Are we keeping scores?" Stiles was having fun too.

Their fun was cut short when Theo's phone rang. A teammate calling him. Wants to hang out. Calling Theo over. And Theo agreeing.

"Stiles, you up for a party?" Theo stood and started undressing.

Stiles dropped the controller as he saw Theo take his sweatpants off. He stared a while and then looked away.

'Holyshit! His thighs. His butt!' Stiles pursed his lips.

Theo was still in his boxers, putting on jeans. "Stiles?"

"Wh-Huh? What?" Stiles panicked. He still didn't look at Theo.

"Come with me. Party." Theo took his hand and pulled him up.

Theo was still shirtless, jeans still unbuttoned, now sifting through his closet for a shirt. He picked a fitted black shirt. Jeans and shirt and white converse. That's the attire.

Doesn't need a vest or a jacket. Theo doesn't need it. He's got a nice enough body. Stiles suddenly felt conscious.

"S-Should I change? Or maybe I should just stay here."

"No, you're coming with me. Good opportunity to introduce you to my friends. No need to change clothes. You look cute." Theo said retrieving his car keys from the desk.

'C-Cute?!? He thinks I'm cute?' Stiles blushed.

"Come on, Stiles."

They head downstairs and gets asked by the sheriff where they're going. Theo politely told him he's bringing Stiles to meet his friends. The sheriff agreed only if Stiles won't be wasted. Theo promised. And off they go.

Stiles got into Theo's truck. Theo watched him and smiled.

"W-What? Why?" Stiles got conscious.

"Nothing." Theo kept smiling as he drove. "Stiles... do you have a boyfriend?"

"No... oh." Stiles looked at Theo.

"Don't worry, it's fine with me. No issues at all."

Stiles gulped. Theo is not just good-looking but smart too. He got him in one question. He specifically asked boyfriend.

"Your dad knows?" -Theo

"Yeah. He's cool with it."

"That's good. Cool."

"How'd you know I'm..."

"The way you stared and looked away when I took my clothes off."

"Sorry about that."

"It's cool. Don't worry about it."

They reached the party and Theo was immediately greeted by a lot of people. Stiles trudging behind him. Ultimately getting lost in the crowd.

"Hey there, doe eyes." a guy came up to him.

Stiles tried to escape the guy but he kept trapping him. And he started to try and touch Stiles. Inappropriately.

"Dude! Backoff!" Stiles pushed him.

"Stiles!" Theo came back for him.

"This guy just came onto me!" Stiles was still upset.

Theo stood beside him and held out a protective hand in front of him. "Back off, Matt."

"Raeken! Hey, man. I was just introducing mysel-"

"Don't ever come near him again, got it?" Theo said in a very calm but threatening voice.

"G-Got it... Sorry, Raeken."

Theo took Stiles' hand.

"Are you okay? If you wanna go, we can." Theo asked him, looking tenderly on his eyes.

"I'm... No, I'm okay, Theo. We could stay." Stiles felt warm and fuzzy at how Theo is looking at him.

"Okay."

Theo kept holding Stiles' hand through the crowd on their way to his teammates. Introducing Stiles and his teammates liking Stiles immediately. Almost too instantly. Stiles felt a little suspicious on that, the liking was too quick, as if they already know him.

"Hey, Stiles." Corey sat next to him.

"Hello, Corey, right?" Stiles took the cup of beer Corey offered.

"Yup." Corey smiled sweetly at him.

Corey looked so clingy to Theo all the time. Stiles got a little jealous.

"Corey's a little clingy to you, huh?" He asked Theo when Corey stepped out a bit to get more drinks.

"Yeah. He's kinda like my little brother. Why? are you jealous?" Theo teased.

"H-Huh?!? No! It's okay. It was just a little odd."

Theo pouted at him. Stiles was confused at the reaction. Did Theo wanted him to be jealous? And why?

"Don't worry about Corey." Theo placed his arm around him.

They stayed a while and decided to leave when they finished their drinks.

---

The sheriff was glad Stiles didn't get wasted. Theo kept his word.

Though they were a bit tipsy. Theo started taking his clothes off as they got into the room. Throwing the clothes in the laundry basket as he went into the shower.

Stiles took this time to take his sleep clothes ready and waited for Theo to come out of the bathroom...

...in just a towel around his waist.

Stiles gets to see Theo almost naked. Seeing how fit his stepbrother is. And how good his skin is. Looking smooth and soft and clear.

Theo snickered a bit. "Stiles~" Theo said his name in a sing song tune.

"Uh-sorry." Stiles looked away and went into the bathroom.

Coming out in his batman pajamas and a plain loose dark blue shirt.

"Oh, cute." Theo pointed at the batman pjs.

"Y-Yeah. I'm a nerd... so uhm, you sleeping? Like that?" Stiles pointed at Theo who's only wearing his boxers.

"Yeah, I sleep like this. I hope it's okay with you."

"Y-Yeah. Sure."

Theo headed to bed and so did Stiles.

Theo was twisting and turning a bit, getting used to sleeping on the side of the bed. He used to have the whole bed to himself.

Meanwhile Stiles stayed still on his side of the bed. He has a hard time falling asleep already as normal and more so now that he has a hot stepbrother beside him. Who he is having a massive crush on.

---

Stiles woke up the next day and couldn't move... He was cuddled to Theo.

"W-Woah?!? Theo?" Stiles squirmed.

"Hnn!" Theo grunted and held him tighter.

"Uhm... Theo... Hey?" Stiles tried tapping Theo's arms.

"Shhhh." Theo nuzzled his neck. "Sleep. Weekend." Theo lulled back to sleep.

Stiles just stayed frozen for minutes. He's was being embraced by Theo. In bed.

And his morning wood isn't helping at all.

Stiles gulped and shut his eyes trying to sleep again.

But he couldn't.

'Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Have mercy!' Stiles thought as he tried to squirm a little bit and he was greeted by Theo's morning wood on his butt.

'Holy shit!!!' And his own morning wood bobbed at the feeling of that contact.

'Somebody, help!' Stiles was cupping his cock and balls as if trying to prevent it from standing up any higher.

And then Theo moaned.

'...Fuck!' Stiles felt himself got harder.

"S-Stiles?" Theo said his name in that God forbidden sexy hot morning voice.

"Y-Yeah?" Stiles replied in a yelp.

"Hnn." Theo groaned and let him go, rolling over to the other side of the bed. "Sorry. I'm a cuddler."

Theo yawned as he sat up, stretching his arms up.

"O-Okay." Stiles shifted to hide his erection.

"You're not getting up yet?" Theo asked, scooting off the bed, dipping and making it shake every time.

"Uh-in a bit, I will. You go on ahead."

"Okay." Theo got into the bathroom.

Coming out a few minutes and then out of the room. As soon as Stiles heard him step out, he sprang forth and ran to the bathroom to attend to his hard cock.

"Stiles? Stiles, son come down for breakfast!" His dad came knocking in the room's door.

"D-Dad?!? W-Wait! I'll be down in a bit." Stiles looking at his still upright dick.

Stroking it fast and biting down on his shirt as he shot his load down the drain.

"Stiles!" his dad called again.

"Cummed- I mean, coming down!"

Stiles washed up and changed out of his sleeping clothes.

He opened the door to his dad who was visibly nervous. He had prepared breakfast. Hoping to impress the new wife and stepson.

Stiles calmed his father down and reassured him he makes the best pancakes. Settling down on the dining table, facing Theo who was already helping himself to two pancakes.

"Good morning." Theo greeted him with a smile.

"Yeah, good morning." Stiles replied and then thought: 'What the fuck?!? Smiling like he didn't give me a boner!"

They began eating breakfast and making small talks and how was your week, etc etc. Their mom and dad then said that they will be leaving in a bit for a weekend getaway.

"Ooh! A honeymoon?" Theo teased his mom.

"Theodore!" his mom kicked him under the table.

Theo just laughed it off.

"So, it's gonna be just the two of you. Please try not to burn the house down."

"We will do our best, right, Stiles?"

"Yeah."

A weekend. Alone with Theo. Stiles was kind of experiencing a love-hate relationship on that.

Love because of the possibilities. Hate because he's so scared he might screw up.

After breakfast, their mom and dad left. And then that afternoon Corey came over to hangout. Telling Stiles some stories about Theo. And when Theo went down to get some snacks, Corey told him something...

"I'm so glad we finally met you, Stiles."

"Finally? What do you mean?"

"Corey!" Theo interrupted.

"S-Sorry." Corey was blushing from being scolded.

"Nevermind that. Anyways, here are the snacks." Theo shoved the topic down.

But Stiles kept thinking about it. So when Corey left for the night, Stiles asked Theo about it. Theo was down in the basement, working out.

"Hey, Theo. What was that about?" Stiles said, watching from the entrance.

"What what?" Theo asked as he did his pull-up.

"About them finally meeting me. The one Corey was saying before you hushed him."

"Oh... that." Theo finished his set first. "Well... I was always talking about you to them."

Theo said, wiping his sweat from the workout.

"H-Huh?" Stiles was having a hard time concentrating with a thirst trap situation in front of him.

"Your dad comes often here. Tells me stories about you. So, I was excited to meet you."

"...Oh. What stories about me?"

"You know..." Theo walked closer to him, shirtless and sweating a bit. "...how smart you are. I like smart, Stiles."

Those last words were whispered to him. Stiles leaned away a little, blushing.

Theo grabbed him by the waist...

"I liked you even before I met you, Stiles."

"T-Theo..."

Stiles whimpered when he felt Theo brush his earlobe with his lips.

"Imagine my delight when I finally saw you... Your mole-littered, white and smooth skin. Your dark hair. Your honey doe eyes. So cute and pretty."

Theo ran his fingertips down Stiles' arm as he said it.

Usually, Stiles doesn't like being called pretty, but this is Theo, so it's an exception.

"So many moles..." Theo traced the moles on his cheek until down his neck. "I wonder where else you have moles, Stiles."

Theo started lifting the hem of Stiles' shirt.

Stiles panicked.

Stiles ran.

Towards the stairs, up to their room.

At least that's what he thought, but he stayed where he was, because Theo was holding him there.

"Come on, Stiles. I know you like me too." Theo kissed his cheek.

"T-Theo..."

"Do you like me, Stiles?" Theo said while he slid his hand under and up Stiles' shirt, loving the smooth skin beneath.

Stiles didn't answer but just started breathing hard.

"Did you... jerk off this morning? To me?" Theo whispered to him and then nibbled on his earlobe.

Stiles let out a moan at that.

"I'll take that as a yes, Stiles, baby."

Stiles wanted to protests the 'baby' but Theo's mouth was on his neck by then; suckling.

"Fuck!" Stiles held onto Theo's back and shoulders, his hands gripping and almost clawing.

Stiles was getting hard and Theo could feel it against his thigh.

"So hard already?" Theo cupped it.

"Coz you're so hot. Fuck!" Stiles bucked his hips more into Theo's hand.

Theo scoffed and let go of Stiles' crotch. He let Stiles hump him as he kiss Stiles' neck.

Stiles was getting very needy. He was smashing his and Theo's crotches together.

"Let's take this to our room, yeah?" Theo asked.

"Yes!" Stiles said a little too eager.

Stiles took Theo's hand as they make their way upstairs. Taking off articles of clothing one by one as fast as they could in between kissing and groping.

Theo nuzzled Stiles on the neck and inhaled his scent.

Stiles did the same. Taking in Theo's mix of body wash, perfume, and sweat. Smelling so good to Stiles.

Theo pushed Stiles down to the bed. Theo stared at him as he stroked himself. Loving how Stiles looks like.

Tall, slim, but lean. Lacrosse gave him enough workout to give him a nice lean body.

Stiles was also watching Theo watch him. Stiles started to reach for his own erection too. Stroking and squeezing it. As if showing Theo how he wants it done.

Theo took the hint and walked closer to Stiles, mounting himself between Stiles' legs; who eagerly spread them and wrap around Theo's waist.

Theo lined their cocks up and starting rubbing them together. Pulling louder and louder moans from Stiles. Stiles was close.

"No need to rush, Stiles. We have the whole weekend to ourselves." Theo stopped rubbing both of them and offered his kisses to Stiles.

Momentarily distracting Stiles from cumming. Theo took his time kissing Stiles. Lips, cheek, neck, collarbone, chest, nipples, and belly. And also giving Stiles head.

Stiles cursed as Theo sucked him. Tugging on Theo's hair whenever he's close. Theo would stop and delay him.

Theo then scooted upwards to his face, making him suck his cock. Slowly, Theo grabbed Stiles' head and pulled on his hair, and started fucking his mouth.

Stiles gagged a bit at first but was able to adjust to Theo's thrusts into his mouth.

"On your belly, Stiles." Theo ordered as he pulled out of Stiles' mouth.

Stiles did and was pulled to the edge of the bed by Theo. He loved how that felt on his cock; sliding between his belly and the smooth bed.

Theo then slapped Stiles' butt. "Bubble butt, huh?" and then slapped him again. "Stay there."

Theo ordered again as he walked to his drawer to get condom and lube. Stiles was watching him from his peripheral, excited as he saw Theo slip it on.

"Tell me, Stiles. Do you like it rough?" Theo poured lube down between Stiles' butt cheeks.

"... Just a little bit." Stiles said, his voice hoarse.

"How... rough?" Theo asked as he slowly pushed into Stiles.

Stiles didn't answer but just grunted as he got stretched.

"Like... this?" Theo pushed in, and then pulled halfway out, and then pumped in a little stronger this time.

Stiles just grunted and gripped the bedsheet.

"Or... like... this?" Theo pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back in, hard.

Stiles moaned at that. That was what he wants.

"Okay, got it." Theo said, caressing Stiles' hips and waist before pounding in and out. Getting his tempo going.

Stiles like a regular and hard tempo than a fast one. And he's glad Theo's got both.

Plus a very good handjob. He reached over to stroke Stiles.

Stiles was so turned on that he came in just a few minutes, shooting his load on the edge of the bed.

Theo, newly encouraged, made his pounding a little faster and harder, wanting to come right after Stiles. But he wanted to see Stiles' face.

He thrusted one last time, hard and deep, before pulling out. Stiles whimpered a complaint.

"Shh, baby, I wanna cum in you, facing you. Turn around and put your legs on my shoulders."

Stiles did, looking all flustered and sweaty, and stained with some of his cum that reached his belly.

"You look so sinful, Stiles." Theo said as he took in Stiles' appearance.

"Have you seen yourself?"

Theo laughed, took Stiles by his ankles and pulled him closer. Stiles moaning and placing his legs on Theo's shoulders.

Theo looked him deep in the eyes as he pounded right back in him.

Both gasping and moaning at the sensation. Stiles held onto Theo's arms in either side of him. Theo, fisted on to the bedsheet as his hips make the movement for him, in and out of Stiles.

Stiles cursed as Theo pounded away at him. Shuddering and groaning as Theo came in him.

Theo slumped back down to him, and still was grinding his hips little by little until he stopped and pulled out of Stiles.

"Ohfuck." Stiles said, rubbing Theo's back.

They stayed cuddling a while until Stiles wanted to go to the bathroom. He reached for his clothes but Theo stopped him.

"No need to get dressed, Stiles. It's just us here."

"B-But..."

"Besides, we'd be fucking again a little later." Theo winked at him. "And the whole weekend."

"Oh..." Stiles blushed and he felt himself starting get hard again.

Fucking the whole weekend.

"Where do you wanna?" Theo was feeling naughtier.

"Well... I always wondered about bathroom sex." Stiles said as he went into the bathroom.

Theo smiling and chasing right after him. Thinking that their mom and dad should go on a weekend vacation more often.

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Stilinski AU : Stiles loves and supports his popular twin brother in everything, even does his homework sometimes so his brother can keep playing Lacrosse and stay captain. They couldn’t be more opposite though, in everything but looks, and Stiles is about to do something about that too.

On the first day of ninth grade, Heather walked right up to him and asked him out like she had been working up to it all summer.

It was Stiles’ first date ever and he hadn’t had anything to wear except for comic book t-shirts and mismatched socks. Camden let him borrow some of his clothes, which was awesome since Camden had some pretty nice stuff.

Camden only ever bought brands like Lacoste and Ralph Lauren and he probably had a Polo shirt in every color. He’d also shown Stiles how to fix his hair with his multitude of hair care products, and then even let Stiles use some of his fancy cologne dad had gotten him for Christmas last year.

Stiles figured that if he was going to start dating then maybe he should invest in his own stuff. He usually stuck with whatever was on clearance, or the awesome t-shirts he could find in the comic book shops where he chose to spend the majority of his money. It had never been an issue until now.

Camden had always been the less awkward one, the one who made friends easiest, the one who cared more about looks and sports and girls. They were in high school now though, and Stiles figured that maybe it was time he started thinking about things like that too - especially if he was going to have a girlfriend. A concept he had never really considered before, and it nearly sent him into a panic attack that Camden had to talk him down from.

Camden gave him the final thumbs-up of approval. “Just be cool. Did you take your Adderall?”

Stiles nodded because he wasn’t sure if he could speak. He didn’t know about being cool, that was Camden’s area of expertise, but at least he wouldn’t be a twitching mess.

Stiles’ dad tried to help by distracting him with stories of his first few dates with his mom while they drove to the movie theater to meet Heather, but Stiles kind of felt like he was going to throw up. He made it through, and his dad nudged, or more like shoved, him encouragingly to get out.

Heather was already there looking really nice and smiling at him. She even gave him a hug in greeting. Stiles opened the theater door for her, and let her pick the movie before buying their tickets and popcorn. Heather even grabbed his hand while they walked through the theater like she wanted everyone to know they were together.

Stiles wished he could control the stupid grin on his face, but this was kind of really awesome - until it wasn’t anymore.

They ran into some of Heather’s friends from school, who were giggling and blushing at him behind their hands. Stiles was confused. People normally didn’t react to him like that, especially girls. He didn't understand until Heather walked them over, still holding Stiles’ hand, and introduced them to each other.

It became very apparent at that moment that a mistake had been made. Stiles was too embarrassed to say anything. What was he supposed to say? There hadn’t been an article on any dating website explaining what to do when faced with this particular situation.

So Stiles went on the date - his very first date ever, with a pretty girl holding his hand and everything, while pretending to be his brother.

That night after everyone had gone to bed Stiles snuck into the bathroom, took out the clippers, and shaved his head. He wouldn't be mistaken for Camden again.

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dahliawolfe · 1 year

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Opal

Teen wolf AU

The door shut with a soft click behind her. She sighed as she made her way up the stairs, getting to work on the buttons of her bells. She threw the door open, not sparing a glance at Scott, before shucking her pants and turning to remove her shirt.

“Shirt me,” she demanded, reaching a hand out.

Scott rolled his eyes and placed one of his well worn t-shirts in his best friend’s hand. “Rough day?” he asked, looking down at his phone, steadfastly trying to ignore the fact that the most beautiful girl in the world, his best friend, was nearly naked in his room.

“That British History was hellish,” Opal sighed, flopping down on the bed with Scott. “I know we need to get you ready for your bio final, but I say, you let me sleep, and then we get pancakes and cram before we drop you off. Sound good?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s ok. You want some food?”

“I want sleep, Scotty.” Opal tucked her face into the neck of her best friend and flung an arm over his waist.

…

Scott woke up alone, which was just as well, because he was hard as a rock after having Opal pressed against him all night. He had just stuck his hand down his pants when the front door flew open. Yanking his hand back like he’d been burned, he snatched the covers over himself. The smell of Opal wafted up the stairs. Soon enough, she was opening his door, greeting him with a smile. She was in a pair of workout shorts and a bra, and her naturally honey gold skin was slicked with sweat. Her long copper hair was pulled into a braid that hung down her back.

“Hey, Scotty!” she greeted. “I went to get a workout and run in. Give me 5 to shower, and we can head out. Stiles was filling up the Jeep when I ran past, so he should be here soon. Oh, shit,” she hissed. “I don’t have any more shirts. Can I borrow one?” Opal had been keeping a pile of clothes at his house since they were 15. She didn’t have the best home life, and Melissa had a soft spot for the girl.

“Uhh, I’m actually low on laundry, myself,” Scott stated, sitting up.

“Ugh, Scotty, Mel doesn’t live here anymore, so you need to learn to do your own.” Melissa was living with John Stilinski, and they were getting married in the fall. Scott kept the house. Melissa insisted. At 23; Scott, Opal, and Stiles were going into their last year of college at Beacon Hills Community College; and they’d go their own ways soon. And Scott was not ok with that, but he was trying not to think about it. “Ohh, can I wear this?!” she held up his old lacrosse jersey. And Scott nearly growled at the thought of her wearing his name.

“Umm, sure. Yeah, that’s cool.”

“You’re the best! Be right back!” Opal flounced out of his room and to the bathroom next door. Scott only breathed out a sigh when he heard the shower click on.

…

“You’re gonna kick that final’s ass, Scotty!” Opal declared an hour later as they finished up their pancake and test review session.

“Yeah, man. You got this,” Stiles added, not looking up from his phone.

“Dude, she offered to let you go with her,” Opal sighed, rolling her eyes.

“I can’t go to Italy! My dad…”

“Has my mom,” Scott supplied.

“But..But…”

“Stiles, I know that you’re worried about Lydia, but she can take care of herself. And you guys are going to NYU together next year, so a little break will be nice for both of you.”

Stiles sighed and rubbed his temples. “Lydia is going to Oxford.”

“What?!”

He nodded. “She got a late acceptance. So, I’ve decided to just go to UCLA, so I can stay home.”

“Oh, Stiles,” Opal sighed sadly, reaching over to pat his shoulder. “Well, hey, you’ve still got us. Let’s kick this summer’s ass! How about a trip to the beach?! We could drive down after Scotty’s exam, be there by night fall, and we could get a room for the night and head home tomorrow morning.”

Scott smiled. “That sounds sick, actually.”

“I don’t…” Stiles began, but Opal held her hand up, cutting him off.

“You’re going.”

…

Scott walked out into the early summer heat and sighed. He was sure he did alright on the exam, but he had struggled. He turned his phone back on to find a text from Opal telling him that she was at the Sheriff’s Department with Stiles and she was waiting for him. He smiled and began to walk.

∞

Opal was perched on the spare desk at the back of the bullpen, arguing with Stiles about which Ghostbusters movie was best, when she heard his voice.

“Opal?” Her head snapped up, midsentence and her eyes made contact with the granite colored eyes of Derek Hale.

“Derek?!” she threw herself off of the desk into his arms, and he didn’t so much as grunt when he caught her.

Derek was hugging her and chuckling quietly under his breath. “It’s good to see you too,” he joked, placing her on her feet.

That was when she noticed for the first time that he was wearing a deputy’s uniform. She raised a brow at him.

“I got tired of the big city, and John offered me a job here. So, here I am.”

∞

Derek studied Opal. She was definitely not the kid she was when he left Beacon Hills 5 years ago. She had … filled out. She was curvy with defined muscles, thick thighs, wide hips, and an ample chest. And that smile. That smile was still the same. Her fiery hair had been bobbed when Derek left for San Francisco, but it was now nearly down to her hips. Damn, she was beautiful.

“So, you’re staying?!” she exclaimed. Derek laughed again.

“Yup. What are you guys doing for the summer?”

“Oh, well, Stiles is going to be shadowing a journalist at The Beacon. Scotty is going to be working with Deaton. And I am working at the Museum of Local History. For now, I’m a tour guide, but the owner said that if the summer goes well, he might make me the head of research and acquisitions when I graduate!”

Her excitement was contagious. “That’s amazing! I’m sure you’ll impress them.” Derek had mellowed out a lot since the days of chaos in Beacon Hills. And being back here made him feel like he was finally at home.

∞

Scott had worked up a sweat, but the blast of AC that hit him when he opened the front door of the Sheriff’s Department, was a welcomed shock. He paused, his hackles rising, as he smelled another wolf near. That’s when he looked up. Just in time for Opal to exclaim, “Scotty, look, it’s Derek!”

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