#teen wolf immediately came to mind

[sunflowersteves]

family video || e.m.

pairing || eddie munson x fem!reader

summary || robin and steve were able to snag eddie munson a job at Family Video and it just so happens that the person of his dreams would be a regular customer.

author’s notes || i refuse to believe vol 2 just happened so here’s a fluffy fic where eddie is most certainly alive

warnings || season 4 vol 2 spoilers, fluff

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“Does it always feel this weird?”

Robin tapped her finger on the table, bored out of her mind. “Does what feel weird?”

Eddie shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe the fact that we saved the world a week ago from a monster-psychopath that tried to open four portals to another dimension in the middle of Hawkins and everything is just…Normal?”

Steve grunted while continuing to shelve the movies onto the small cases, “after the four times you save the world,” he sighed, “you get used to it.” 

Eddie could only groan, feeling like he was slightly going insane. After the entire town was out to get him for being a ‘freak’ and accusing him of starting a cult for Chrissy’s murder, he’s not sure he could move on. 

The government tried its best at covering everything up, immediately giving Eddie an alibi and insisting he was innocent. The Goverment also made sure that Chrissy’s death had been a closed case, giving some excuse about drugs and her abusive mom being the culprit. Jason was then put under investigation as a suspect for her murder, just so the accusations could be muddled easier. After a couple of weeks of investigating, Jason was arrested for attacking Lucas and Erica.

Eddie would still sometimes get looks from neighbors and people in Hawkins, but for the most part, he was left alone. No one really wanted to confront him after everything that had happened. 

Robin and Steve luckily were able to beg Keith for Eddie to get a job. They had to practically be on their hands and knees. Eddie was grateful, though. It was a distraction where he could fuck around with his friends and not worry about his problems.

“Great, love to see it.” Robin just snickered at Eddie before immediately receiving a glare.

"How are you so unaffected by this?" Eddie started to fiddle with his rings.

Robin shrugged, "What, Eddie, you want credit or something?" Before he could make a snarky comment back, their conversation cut off by the sound of the ringing bell on top of the door. 

“Welcome to Family Video—” Eddie’s breath left his lungs when he looked up from the computer. Oh, wow, oh shit—

You stood there with a genuine smile on your face, elbows leaning on the counter, while looking at the metalhead in front of you. You were talking to him, and he, for sure, had no idea what the fuck you were saying. 

He just had the wind knocked out of him, and all he wanted to do was stare at your perfect—beautiful—lovely face. The curve of your nose, the way your tongue clicked against your teeth, your eyes staring right back at his—yeah, he was totally fucked. 

“Hey, dingus, she asked you a question.” Robin had her eyebrow raised at the metalhead in front of him. He snapped out of his daze, brown doe eyes wide as he tried to recall what you had said. 

“I–Um–” Robin couldn’t help but have an amusing look on her face. The Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson was nervous? He was normally the utmost confident one by shouting and yelling about everything and anything. But here he was, completely and utterly speechless. 

“I was just wondering if you had a copy of Teen Wolf. Sorry, I just couldn’t find it on the shelves when I came yesterday.”

He swallowed. “Yeah, I–um–can show you.” He led the way towards the back of the video store and picked out the exact copy for you. He couldn’t help but feel hot—sweaty and sticky. Was it hot in here? Did Steve forget to turn on the AC?

“Here.” He handed you the copy, but not before your fingers brushed against each other. He could feel his own heart pounding against his ears. You were soft—so so soft. The tingling sensation never left while you smiled brightly at him.

God, you were just so beautiful. He hoped you would come to see him every single day of his entire life. 

“See you around, Munson.”

He deadpanned. You knew his name?

~~

The next time that you came back to the video store was three days from when he had first met. And you bet, Eddie definitely counted each passing minute that you didn’t return the VHS. But he knew that you had to. You just did.

It was another very boring day with Steve and Robin, not much traffic since the weekend was over. He was currently sketching in his book and trying very hard to come up with a new story for the campaign on Friday. 

He heard the bell to the door ring but didn’t bother to look up. He figured that if they needed anything, they would ask him or Robin for help. He was still sketching, his pencil making light marks on the sheets of paper.

“What are you up to, Munson?” 

His heart immediately burst. You. You were here. You were standing right in front of him with a slight teasing gleam in your eyes. Your head was cocked slightly to the side, and your smile was so completely infectious. 

“Oh, it’s just– it’s just for my club that’s this Friday.” 

You blinked, eyelashes falling perfectly onto your face. “Hellfire club? Aren’t you the president?”

Oh. Oh. You knew of the hellfire club? He knew that you weren’t a part of the popular crowd, but he didn’t realize you were into nerdy stuff either.

He was floored, absolutely floored. “You know of my club?” 

You propped your elbows up onto the counter, trying to get a better look at his sketching. “Yeah, my little brother loves D&D, so I’ve played it quite a few times.”

He licks his lips, eyes darting slightly nervously.  “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” He sees that you still had Teen Wolf in your hands, and it was leaning against the side of your hip. Right, yeah, work. He has stupid work to do. 

“Here, I can check that back in if you want.” He reaches for the movie, and your eyes widen slightly. Oh, yeah. The movie that you had rented. To be honest, you had forgotten about it. 

You hand it back to him and watch as his eyes scan for your name on the computer. He then types a little on the computer, which you definitely took advantage of by looking at his hands. And oh, wow, his hands. They weren’t perfectly manicured or anything, but the rings that adorned his fingers definitely sprouted butterflies in your stomach.

He turned to you, smiling, “there. you’re all set.” You give him one right back and almost turn to leave. 

“Hey, what if you came to our club?” He leaned just a bit closer towards you.

“What?”

“This Friday at 6:30. Our club meets in Ms. Hank's classroom.” 

You look down at the fake wooden table for just a second as if you’re contemplating. In reality, you were trying to hide that bubbling feeling inside you as he stared at you with such intensity. 

“I might just take you up on that offer.” Before he could even react, you gave a quick kiss on his cheek. His mouth popped open in surprise, he could hear Robin and Steve gasp in the background.

But you had that cheeky smile on your face. Your eyes sparkled once more as you stared at his startled face. You let out a consent sigh before turning around and leaving the store. All he could do was beam. 

“See you around, Munson.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #fix it fic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things 4 #stranger things vol 2 spoilers #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader

[lisalosingstreak]

Bath Time Menace

Ch1 / Ch2 The Adventures of Cedar Addams

“No Cedar - not in here!” Wednesday pleaded as her half shifted day wolf daughter ran into her office naked and wet through.

“Ruff?” Cedar questioned as she screeched to a halt on the shiny wooden floor beside her adopted mother.

“No Cedar not near my new pages……”

It was too late. Cedar shook her whole body wildly to dry herself off as Enid ran in behind her, immediately raising her hands up to protect her from the spray flinging off her daughter’s sodden fur.

Wednesday had covered her manuscript up with her arms and as the shaking stopped she was glad to see that none of the water had managed to ruin her newly typed pages.

As Cedar looked up as her, her furry wolfish head to one side in sort of an inquisitive fear of her mum’s scolding, Wednesday smiled in relief for the safety of her work but mostly just how adorable her daughter looked. Cedar had only been with them a few months and had mostly settled into their home life well but bathtime always made her half-shift and always ended in mayhem.

Wednesday looked up at Enid who was clearly trying to suppress her laughter, and let out a throaty giggle of her own. Those sultry chuckles had become increasingly common with Cedar in their home - a much welcome change to the anxiousness of their life before the little fur ball had literally leapt out of the woods to become one of their family.

Within a couple of seconds they were both laughing out loud as Wednesday picked Cedar up - damp fur be damned - and held her aloft as the little girls arms and legs flailed around and little yelps and mini barks of joy escaped from her mouth.

“Who’s my little crazy pup then?” she teased as Enid came to join them both and take Cedar back to the bathroom.

“Come now you little menace, I don’t know how you always escape the bath but we need to leave momma alone to finish her work.”

“It’s ok Enid, I don’t mind. She won’t be young forever so I need to cherish these moments. Writing seems to have lost its appeal a little since we became our own pack.”

Enjd snapoed her head to look directly in her wife’s eyes.

“Our own pack? You’ve never said that before Willa…”

Enid’s tears were already falling before she finished the sentence, causing Wednesday to look concerned.

“Is it ok to say that?” She asked.

“Yes - sniff - these are happy tears Willa. My own pack, it’s all I ever dreamed of.”

“Am I part of the dream too?”

“Baby you ARE the dream….” Enid cooed, giving Wedneday a peck on the cheek - with slight difficulty as she tried to hold her wriggly daughter in her arms.

Wednesday blushed, her freckles standing out, never really used to the spontaneous acts of love Enid seemed to bless her with every day.

“Now come on Cedar let’s go and find a fluffy towel for you - Willa are you ok to make some food?”

“Of course my dear, same as usual?”

“Yes, no spice for me on the meat but as much chilli on Cedar’s portion as you know she likes.”

With that Enid walked out of the office with Cedar under her arm, blowing Wednesday a kiss which Wednesday, like a ridiculously lovestruck teen, caught and pressed to her own lips. Why? It made Enid giggle and Wednesday would never tire of hearing that wonderful noise.

NEXT TIME - Meal Time with Cedar

#wenclair #wednesday x enid #enid sinclair #wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday is soft for enid #enid is a lesbian #wlw love #Cedar Addams

[buckybarnesss]

I don't know own if you've stated this before, but what is your theory on Eli's existence?

I love reading everyone's theories on how Derek came to parent this adorable mini-Stiles.

i've speculated a little before. mostly tongue-in-cheek (or was it hem).

like, we talk a lot about teen wolf's messy timeline but eli hale existence breaks it on a fundamental level. the teen wolf movie takes place in 2026 and eli is 15 years old. this makes him born in 2011.

season 1-3B all take place in 2011 and it's a very tight timeline.

i would like jeff davis to sit down and tell me when derek hale had not only the time but the desire to go have sex during s1-2. eli couldn't have been conceived any later than maybe april to still be born in 2011 and that's pushing it.

like, derek was very busy going through The Horrors in season 1 in which he was trying to find out who murdered his sister, dealing with scott and stiles, jackson's needy ass, being tormented by kate and feral peter.

season 2 picks up almost immediately after s1 as lydia's still in the hospital and takes place over a few weeks. during this time derek's trying to find out who the kanima is, dealing with the argents and attempting to build a pack (and starting to become aware the alpha pack is coming).

derek ain't got the fucking time.

and no jennifer cannot be the mother because jennifer fucking died and also jennifer and derek didn't meet until like early september.

and also no braeden cannot be the mother because derek and her didn't even meet until 3B which was in late october and they didn't fuck until season 4 which takes place in 2012. it's too late.

and no it's not kate. fucking gross.

but heather, you ask, maybe the conception happened prior to wolf moon?

it's possible but i have such a hard time seeing that version of derek engaging with anyone beyond a surface level that the only way it makes sense is if eli's an accidental baby and the mother couldn't get in contact with derek for a significant period of time.

we know by age 3 eli was with derek as scott had seen him. which coincidentally would've made it 2014 the same year the show actually ends.

(never mind that the final final scene of them all in the parking lot is supposedly 2 years after that making it 2016 putting eli around 5 but i guess no one saw him despite them all hanging out but whatever).

conclusion: jeff davis pulled eli hale out of his goddamn ass

and i can already hear oh but what if he was laura's or what if eli was adopted from another pack and those are good scenarios but in terms of canon itself jeff fully intended eli to be derek's biological son.

so my theories are this:

derek accidentally got someone pregnant shortly before wolf moon and she was unable to reach him but knew his name. at some point before eli is 3 derek comes into custody of eli.

it was the nemeton and eli just straight up exists out of some kind of magic.

tl:dr

#my blog #thoughts on teen wolf #teen wolf #eli hale #derek hale #sterek

[wasted-women]

ROUND 1C, MATCH 1 OUT OF 8!

Cause of Death & Propaganda Under the Cut:

Allison Argent

Cause of Death: Stabbed by a demon

Propaganda:

She's so cool! She fights with a bow and arrow, she has complicated feelings on her werewolf boyfriend and is allowed to work through that, she's best friends with another girl who's also a banshee (should've dated her) and one of her first scenes is her hitting a dog with her car and bringing it to a vet(she's a mess! She's caring)

she was the protag's girlfriend and only died because the actress had to leave the show. it left a hole in the show that they never really managed to fill, and she is only really brought up to say "let's do this, it's what allison would tell us to do" or "I wish she was here." her father stays on the show and helps them in her memory but he and the protag suffer and learn from it the way most male characters in this trope do. she is brought back to life in the movie but it was mostly an excuse to get the cast back together again and took place years after the show finished. I don't really feel that it counts since she died in season 3 and the show had 6 seasons.

Jenny Calendar

Cause of Death: Neck snapped

Propaganda:

Jenny is so beloved to me. She was sent to Sunnydale, California to watch over the vampire that killed her family (Angel), told that he was supposed to suffer for all eternity, but after he saved her life + after she spent some time with him and the people who cared about him, she realized that she'd changed her mind and didn't want anything to do with continuing a mission of vengeance -- especially since Angel's girlfriend Buffy was also the mentee/surrogate daughter of Jenny's boyfriend Giles! Messy! Despite this, when Angel lost his soul and it came out that Jenny had been sent there to watch him, Jenny was immediately blamed, even though she'd had no idea that Angel would turn evil and TOLD everyone as much! She decided to try and find a way to resurrect old magic and give Angel his soul back, and Angel killed her in retaliation. Parts of the fandom talk about Jenny's death like it was necessary/a good thing/a good writing choice, but I don't think it was. Jenny's death is talked about by the showrunners as "proving that anyone could die," and her dead body was placed in Giles's bed, surrounded by red roses, subsequently inspiring him to try to go on a suicide mission and kill Angel. When the kids are looking at a drawing of her dead body, one of them says, "Wow. Poor Giles." Her death is very clearly engineered to raise the stakes by emphasizing how sad it is for Giles to lose her, and before her death, nearly all of her scenes centered around being Giles's girlfriend/love interest. She was never given a chance to develop as a character, and the only backstory they gave her was designed to push her towards death.

Amber Volakis

Cause of Death: Organ failure after bus crash

Propaganda:

This show likes to introduce new casts of supporting characters and cycle through old ones (some of them leave, some of them stay in reduced roles, and sometimes they come back into a main role later, but sometimes they don't) and I do like that. Amber was probably one of the best ones introduced in the row of new characters in Season 4 and even stayed interesting after being fired. I wasn't a big fan of her dating Wilson but it wasn't the worst thing. And then she was killed off. And her death basically only existed to make Wilson sad, or House sad and "crazy", and just. I don't know. It sucked that her death even happened when she had so much more potential as a living character!

#wasted women poll #round 1 #round 1c #allison argent #teen wolf #jenny calendar #buffy the vampire slayer #amber volakis #house md #house m.d. #poll bracket #poll tournament #character polls #polls

[seriesxwriting]

Locked in

Y/n and theo get locked in a cupboard. They hate each other, well they put it off that way. but when he finds out she’s scared of small spaces something changes. He can’t pretend anymore.

Pairing: theo raeken x you

- series: teen wolf

- warnings: kissing, main character has a fear of small spaces

———

“Can I do it with someone else” Theo rolled his eyes, complaining lowly to Scott. But he just raised his brow at the boy. “I can here you dumb ass!” You hinted from the sofa with a screwed up face. Theo turned to you and gave you a fake smiled not caring.

“No, I think you guys have something to chat about” “we have…! -nothing to chat about” you stood up calming down when you realised who you were talking to…your alpha.

“Y/n your gonna have to deal with it” Scott shrugged gently. Liam pulled you away while everyone was leaving your house after the meeting. “what is it with you and Theo?” He questioned quietly. “I just- nothing I just…” “you just what” Liam repeated slowly.

“I just don’t need anymore complications in this life” “complications?” “I don’t trust him enough” you apply. In truth you didn’t trust him. But it was for a completely different reason. You thought he was hot- too hot there was something strange about the boy.

“Y/n hurry up!” Theo shouted walking out the door in a rush. “And he’s annoying” your eyes rolled with annoyance. You left Liam standing there confused and wanting to know more.

You run out in to the road to get to his car not looking where your going as you looked back at Liam standing alone. “Y/N” theo practically  screamed. From out of no where you were knocked on the ground and he was on top of you. For a few seconds you hesitate, looking around at what happened seeing the shiny blue car pass you with full speed and pounding noise. Red started up in your face.

“What the hell are you doing walking out in to a road!” Theo uproariously unloaded staring down with his handsome face, it distracted you. “You literally could have been killed!” “Are you listening?!” His eyes fluttered from disbelief. “You can get off of me now” you calmly told him looking up at his face immediately close. Theo stuttered and muttered some words that didn’t make sense before climbing off your body.

He didn’t bother helping you up just trudged over to his car across the road. “I- thank you Theo” you whispered getting in the other side finally making it to the car. “yeah- what ever” “no seriously- I’m human I could have died” You state looking at him. Theo didn’t reply, he hit the gas and the car started moving. The car Journey to the school was awkward and silent, you moved your lips to say something but nothing came to mind.

The night was dark and looking out side was the only pass of time. “You- cold?” Theo wondered asking you softly for a change. “no your fine” you replied looking at him again while he was half hanging out the window. It was such a Theo thing. Everytime we were in the car his window was wide open and one hand was holding the roof. I don’t know what is was but it was just Theo’s thing.

“We’re here now anyway” theo nodded toward the entrance. Swiftly he parked up and you both got out. “What is it we need” theo asked you after breaking a window to get in. You watch as the glass noisily shattered across the floor next to your feet. “The triskelion that Derek hid in here” you told him climbing through with precautions. Theo put his hand out and hesitantly you took it, he pulled you through gently and let you jump down to him off the table.

Almost like a gentleman. “Thanks but i can really do it my self” you told him backing away feeling awkward that he was being nice for a change. What was with his mood swings. Theo’s face turned instantly and that was it for conversation until we reached a cupboard. “This one?” He quizzed not looking at you. “I don’t know do i- maybe”. Theo deeply inhaled bowing his head. “Alright maybe we do need to chat” he turned around starring you dead in the eyes.

“We do?” You questioned raising your eyebrow. “Yeah, I mean don’t you wanna sort this out” “do you?” “I wanna know why you don’t trust me- I mean I know my history isn’t- great… but I’ve done everything possible to prove my self to you” “a- and your pack obviously” “this could be happening while we’re looking I don’t need you to explain why you hate me…right now anyway” you pass the boy go to pull open the cupboard.

“Isn’t this what Scott wanted us to do?” He wondered before noticing It was locked. Theo discarded the conversation and pulled the handle once and broke the lock letting the door swung open. You check inside on tip toes from your position knowing you wouldn’t like it in there, after all it was quite small. You stepped in wearily checking the light but it wouldn’t turn on. So you resorted to your phone. You hear theo come in behind you and the space automatically gets smaller. Your chest starts to feel tight.

“You could try another cupboard” you stated in hope and out of disorientation. “are you okay? Your shaking y/n” “I’m fine!” You kind of shout but then a loud bang came from down the hall way. Theo looked out to see what it was just peeking but shot back in. “ berserkers” he whispered worriedly. “How many” “too many” he peered again while slowly closing the door.

“No theo don’t” you rush to the broken handle. “Are you crazy- you can’t go out there they will rip you to shreds” he hissed holding you back. Hands on you body like you’d never imagined, one on your hip and one on your back. Or maybe you had pictured it before. Focusing on that worked… for a couple of seconds “y/n what’s wrong!” Theo asked desperately demanding I tell him.

“I don’t- like small spaces” your eyes shut and head rested on his chest embarrassment flooded your cheeks. Flashbacks of being locked in a cupboard came back whipping your brain. “…Y/n listen to me, I don’t hate you- you frustrate me all the time but that’s because I won’t admit it- or maybe I frustrate my self with you”

“Admit what” you ask Turning away from him pacing and putting your hands through your hair breathing in and out. “Admit that I like you” he whispered in the corner not taking his gorgeous eyes off you for a split second. “What- I- i your just- why are you doing this now” “I’m distracting you with the truth” theo strode towards you “I’m distracting you” he repeated softly. His hands stroked your face and he gathered a grip.

His head dipped down towards you and the world did float away along with the pain of the room when your lips met. His hand softly cupped your face and ran through your silky hair when he pulled away. “Well I think I need more distracting” you told him smiling for the first time and not letting go of him. His hands pulled you up and your legs wrapped around his waist excitedly and your back hit the stone wall. 

Your hands gripped his soft hair and you both were distracted… for a while. Eventually theo moved you both and you hit the stand with all the boxes making slight noise. “Something is poking me” you pull away for a second trying to grab it. Pulling it out eventually you held it up decoding what it was. “Huh” “what” theo whispered looking at you not the object.

“Found the Triskelion” you smiled bluntly. Theo dropped you on the floor carefully with smirking lips and tucking a bit of hair behind your ear then slowly marched over to the door. It wouldn’t open. “Theo please don’t say it” You started panicking again. The walls closed in. Your body slid down the pole as you sat on the cool yet dirty school floor.

“Y/n Im gonna get us out of here okay, just breath” “I can’t -breath” “you just have to focus- focus on one think like- like my voice” he suggested. “Then keep talking” you prompt. “You keep talking to me- you tell me why your scared of small spaces” theo asked.

“When I lived with my mom before social services took me to my fathers- she didn’t- want me around” “so she locked you up” theo breathed sadly with a roll of his eyes in disgust. “Yeah- all the time, I’ve always hated small spaces they just put me right where I started and I’ve grown yet they still make me feel weak and it wasn’t the fact that it was small it was the fact it was dark and quite it was lonely and small too, just like in here” you open your eyes to see the outside.

“Your not alone y/n” Theo whispered brushing your cheek.

The dark sky full of bright stars shining at the two of you. “theo I- how did we get here”. “I got you out- I told you I would” he smiled smally. Your head slammed against his chest with a hug out of instinct. “Thank you” you whispered tightly suffocating the man. “I wasn’t just distracting you in there- you know that” Theo bravely outed looking almost worried. “I…” “you don’t need to answer baby girl- just know” “but I know my answer” you tell him softly shaking your head. Theo looked confused but held your face anyway. Rubbing a rough thumb across it.

On your tip toes you kissed theo softly forming a smile. “that? Answer you question” you giggled holding his neck still. “It doesn’t answer mine!” Lydia shouted running over from a car that apparently spawned out of no where. Scott also got out grinning at you both. “Well well well- looks like my plan worked” he smirked stepping closer. “I knew you guys had it bad for each other”

You laid your head on his chest holding a shy guilty smile while theo threw an arm over you “looks like it did- we did” you answered shaking your shoulders. Holding up the object you came for Scott’s eyes lit up. “You found it!”

“And I found Theo’s better side- all because we were locked in that hell hole” you smiled looking up at him. Theo kissed you softly and mouthed “it wasn’t all bad”. You had to admit… he was right.

———

(For more like this here’s my masterlist)

#netflix #fyp #imagines #writers on tumblr #writing #short storys #theo x love #theo x you #theo raeken x you #theo raekan imagine #theo reaken #theo raeken #theo x reader #theo smut #theo imagines #teen wolf theo #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf show #teen wolf x y/n

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

what’s the angstiest teen wolf fic (bonus if it’s stiles centric) without happy ending you’ve come across? and if you have another with happy ending, please link us there too

Hi @ughstars! These are the ones that came to mind immediately. I kind of avoid any actual sad fics so there's not a lot.

Won't Do Me No Good Washing in the River by DevilDoll, Jinxy, Rahciach

(1/1 I 5,393 I Mature I Sterek)

"Remember, Derek: you never get back what you lost." 

#teen wolf #angst #anastasia review #sterek #necromancy #stiles stilinski #derek hale

[hcrringtonsbat]

BEING ROBIN’S BEST FRIEND AND HAVING A CRUSH ON STEVE HC

↳ a/n: absolutely no one requested this but the idea came into my mind so i had to indulge my own urges i’m so sorry pls forgive me. also pls pls pls send requests for eddie or steve ily <3

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral!Reader

word count: 2.5k (lowkey went off with this okay look at me go)

you and robin have known each other since your sophomore year of high school. the both of you played brass instruments in marching band and were extreme nerds so, it made sense that the two of you hit it off

it wasn't surprising that you stayed friends throughout your remaining years of high school. you were able to bond over a multitude of things: your similar music taste, basically living at each others houses, sharing secrets... you were as close as siblings

cut to after graduation: you and robin's friendship is still going as strong as ever. the both of you attend Hawkins Tech, taking a few classes. nothing too rigorous

as you adjusted to life after high school, you and robin only saw each other in your shared classes, often occupied with your jobs: robin working at family video while you worked at a local boutique in town

one day, you were craving that ✨buckley charm✨

you missed her annoying voice, her constant need to ramble about meaningless things, but most of all, you just missed being with your best friend. not having her around was slowly killing you

so, you hopped in your car and decided to pay her a visit at family video

it was a random ass monday evening when you went in. you had class that morning with robin and she briefly mentioned working today so, you knew she was there

when you first entered, there was not a single person in sight. there were a stack of unlabeled VHS tape sitting on the front counter and teen wolf was playing on the television

suddenly, from behind the counter you heard a voice, "shit, shit, shit. robin!!! i thought you labeled these last week. keith is gonna have my head when he- "

you watched as a man popped up from below the desk. a stack of unlabeled VHS taped were in his arms. he had brown eyes, moles littered both sides of his face, and his hair looked amazing

you instantly recognized him. it was steve ‘the hair’ harrington. you went to high school together, even shared a few classes

he stopped immediately when he saw you standing in the doorway. you approached the counter and began to speak, "hi. i'm looking for robin buckley. is she here? "

you didn’t even bother mentioning the fact that you knew him. you had a strong feeling that he didn’t even remember you, considering the fact that you only briefly crossed paths in your entire high school careers

“oh— uhm. sorry about the mess” he apologized, pushing the tapes to the side. “yeah, she’s here.”

as if on cue, robin emerged out of thin air. “y/n?” she questioned, “something tells me you aren’t here for a movie.” she smiled

“uhm, no. no i’m not. i just wanted to come and see you. i thought that i could wait until your shift ends and we could go back to my place?”

knowing that steve was there, watching the interaction made you nervous. he probably thought you were some middle schooler that couldn’t stand being apart from their best friends for more than 20 minutes

as you waited for robin to answer, you observed steve. he was clearly listening to your conversation but, he tried to look busy: typing on the computer, but he was continuously pressing the same key… over and over

you tried hard not to chuckle when robin responded, “awe, you miss me?” she smirked before continuing, “yeah, i’d love that. i get off in about an hour if you wanna stick around. or you can leave and come back?”

you decided to stay. it would be fun watching as robin worked: putting on a polite voice for customers, stocking shelves, tending to the cash register, that sort of thing ↳ harrington also being there had no influence to your decision. at least that’s what you told yourself

it was a slow day so, there were barely any customers. robin tended to the back of the store: logging the new VHS tapes, while steve manned down the front: tending to any customers and sorting through the movies that had been turned in

when steve saw you standing around, trying to find something to occupy your time, he spoke, "uhm, you can help me-- if you want.”

the boy startled you. it was dead silent in the store, other than the sounds of characters talking on the television. he clearly noticed this and apologized. you chuckled, told him it was okay and continued,  “sure. i’ve got nothing better to do.” you smiled

you came to the back of the counter and steve slid a stack of movies in your direction. he briefly explained how to execute the task: check the condition of the tape, and make sure everything was good. then, you’d pass it to him where he’d rewind it before placing it in the “return to shelf” box

the two of you made a well oiled machine. it was actually quite fun. at first, you felt somewhat awkward. it was embarrassing knowing that you spent four years at the same high school, sharing classes, presenting projects together and he didn’t even recognize your face

it wasn't until you began to tease him when the mood changed. “so... do i get paid for doing this?” you questioned, clearly joking.

“what?” steve asked, turning his head to face you. you were having such trouble looking into his brown eyes but, you didn’t falter

“i mean, i’m doing all this work. shouldn’t i be getting paid too?” you smirked, handing him another movie.

“most definitely. you’re actually in the running for employee of the month so, keep it up.” he smiled.

you were happy to know that he wasn’t just a pretty face. he had a sense of humor too

shortly afterwards, robin emerged from the back room, coat in hand, “ready to go?” she asked, looking at you

you nodded and handed steve the final VHS tape, “look. we finished just in time.” he commented

“thank the lord. i was starting to get tired. this work is rigorous!” you exclaimed, walking around the counter to meet robin

the brunette watched the interaction between her two best friends, raising her eyebrows knowingly

“see ya tomorrow, dingus.” she exited the store, sending steve a courteous wave

“it was nice to see you, steve.”

with that, you and robin were on your way back to your parents place

the entire car ride, robin was dying to say something. you like steve. you have a crush on steve. i cant believe it, y/n, you like steve ‘the hair’ harrington

it was at the tip of her tongue, itching to be said. eventually, her intrusive thoughts won, “YOU LIKE STEVE?!” she screamed

you nearly swerved into oncoming traffic, scared shitless by her sudden need to belt at the top of her lungs

“what the fuck, robin! you shared the shit out of me.” you scolded, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down

“you never answered my question, y/n.” she prodded

“question? you fucking screamed an accusation at me, robin. i don’t think that warrants a reply.” you chuckled, still a little on edge

“please, y/n/n. i saw the way you were looking at him, flirting with him. ‘oh steve! i’m having such a good time sorting these movies with you. i’d love to stay forever!’” she mimicked, changing the pitch of her voice

“would it be so bad if i did like him? it’s not like we’re in high school anymore.”

“i never said that, y/n. it's fine! you totally have my blessing. although it will be weird to see my two best friends making out all the time. but, you’re nice people. you go together.” she stopped before continuing

“although, i refuse to hang out with it just being the three of us. it’s so awkward! you two will be sitting there, wanting to eat each others faces off but i’ll be sitting right there, looking at you. and i’ll be sitting there, knowing that you want to eat each others faces off and that i’m the only thing stopping you from doing it, and i’ll spend the rest of the time wishing that this would just be over. but it won't be. it’ll just keep going on... and on..... and on.”

as you pulled into your driveway, you smiled. your usual dynamic had gone back to normal. if robin was rambling, you knew everything was going to be okay

fast forward a week. you and robin have a test coming up in your communications class. due to the short staff at family video, she wasn’t able to get off early enough to come by your house to study. so, robin invited you to her job, hoping she’d have some spare time to look over material there

so, here you are, on another slow monday evening, walking into family video. you had textbooks, highlighters, #2 pencils. basically everything you needed to ace this test

similarly to last week, when you entered, there was steve harrington standing behind the counter, lazily replacing a broken sleeve on a VHS tape when he noticed you

“oh hey!” he greeted, looking surprised to see you, “if it isn't the employee of the month.”

“what can i say? i missed this place.”

you approached the counter and set down the textbooks and all of the other junk in your hands. once you got yourself situated, you asked steve, “so, where is the dingus?”

“oh, robin? she’s in the back.” he replied

you could’ve sworn your years of friendship gave you some telepathic connection because robin appeared out of nowhere

“hey y/n,” she began, “you didn't get my message?”

“message?”

“i called your house about,” she peered down to the non-exsistant watch on her wrist, “20 minutes ago. i’m getting off early, so i was gonna see if you wanted to come over to my place to study. plus, we’re just so busy!”

“busy? there’s not a soul in here.” you chuckled, looking to steve for help but the man had checked out. he was playing with a tape dispenser on the counter, trying hard to pretend like he wasn't listening to every word you and robin were saying

“well, I'm sure steve could use some help manning the front. right steve?” robin asked

he immediately stopped what he was doing and peered back and forth between the two of you. he sent robin a wide-eyed stare before saying, “sure. i could use some help out here.”

“perfect! well, i’m gonna be in the back, doing my thing. you two have fun!” she said. she began to walk away but not before she mouthed ask him out!

similarly to last week, you and steve continued your pass and check method of working, barely saying anything to each other. you felt embarrassed. not only did robin decide to meddle in your love life, you couldn’t help but notice the look steve gave robin when she mentioned you helping him

“sooooo...” he began, tearing you from your thoughts, “robin is definitely up to something. i told her that i thought you were cute and now she’s hiding in the back, forcing us to spend time together.” steve chuckled

you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. like you had taken a shot of tequila, gotten on a rollercoaster and was trying so hard not to projectile vomit on the ride back home

steve. friggin. harrington. thinks. you. are. cute. obviously, he didn't ask for your hand in marriage but, you didn't think you made that lasting of an impression on him

“oh gosh,” he sighed, “i went and ruined everything, didn’t i? i should’ve kept my mouth shut.” he chuckled, fixing the hair that had fallen into his eyes

it was only then when you realized that you hadn’t responded to what he said. you were just standing there, mentally screaming while he waited for you to say something

“oh no! no no no no. you didn’t ruin anything steve! I’m just surprised.”

“surprised?” he questioned, “why are you surprised?”

“i just didn’t think i made that lasting of an impression on you last week.” you explained

“well, we did have freshman biology together.”

again. you were on that damn rollercoaster, trying hard not to vomit. he remembers. “oh my gosh. you remember that?” you ask, astonished. this whole time you thought he had forgotten

“of course I remember! we had a project on, damn, what was it?”

“photosynthesis.”

“photosynthesis!” he clapped his hands together, “i was so busy training for basketball tryouts that i totally spaced and didn’t help you at all. but you came through.”

“the day of the presentation, you came in, all ready to go. you handed me these notecards that had everything i needed to say on them. i could hardly read your handwriting because you wrote in cursive but, i didn’t say anything. you had already done the entire project on your own. who was i to complain?”

a memory then came to the forefront of your mind. you stayed up all night trying your hardest to make your cursive look as presentable as possible. you were scared shitless at the possibility that steve harrington would see your illegible penmanship and think you were weird or uncool. i guess it didn’t matter in the end

“wow. I still can’t believe you remembered that!”

“to be honest?” he paused. for a second, you didn’t even think he was going to continue, “i didn't until i saw you come in here.”

“the entire time you were helping me sort through these movies, i wanted to mention it but, i wasn’t quite sure that you remembered.”

you grinned at the memory of a fourteen-year-old steve, reading the cards word for word, just as you wanted. he didn’t even protest. “gosh, i just think about how nervous i was... to be working with you. but, i wasn’t all that surprised when you didn’t do anything. i didn’t want you to fail so i made those notecards for you.”

“let me make it up to you.” he said, staring at you.

now it was your turn to avoid his gaze. “let me take you out to dinner.” he continued, “or whatever you want to do. i’m free this friday. are you free?”

“YEAH! SHE’S FREE!” you heard robin scream from the storage room

you audibly laughed at your best friend. of course she’s been listening to this entire conversation. she wouldn’t be robin if she wasn’t. you thought to yourself

“w-what she said.” you stuttered, beaming at steve

“alright, well it’s a date.” he nodded, beaming right back at you

for once, you weren’t all too mad at robin for meddling 😏

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[zaceouiswriting]

Water from the past P.1

Character: Theo Raeken x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Smut

Authors note: Hello beautiful people! I'm sorry there hasn't been any content from me lately, but some issues have arisen, some of which I could handle myself, others not so much, which kept me from working on it. At least I was finally able to get this request half done. There will be a second part to this and hopefully a rewrite in the future but for now, I hope this at least somewhat meets your expectations @rajandylan , and thank you for this request! I enjoyed it immensely! And as I already said, there will be a second, more kinky part. :)

The slight silver moon shone upon the river you sat at. Three months had passed on that day, and you still couldn't deal with what had happened. Your skin still crawled as you just thought about his betrayal.

Not knowing where he went, you tried to find a way to deal with it. Your friends tried to keep your mind off of things. At least after you broke three bathrooms inside the school, unable to control your powers at times.

After those three months, it wasn't just your self-control that slowly came back to you. But you came back as well. Never before did you have to give out so many apologies, and many still haven’t forgiven you for things you did or said in a fit of rage they weren’t even a part of.

One after the other, even though people have forgiven you. Thanks to you being a person people could always come to when they had problems.

They acknowledged that it wasn't you and even tried to help you. It took you a long time to accept their offers, but after you did accept it, your world suddenly changed for the better. You have hiked with people you have never had contact with before.

As it turns out, Jackson might be an asshole, but a nice one if he is alone with Danny and you, especially when the three of you are in the wilderness far from civilization. Where Danny, and you joke about getting rid of Jackson's dead body whenever he gets obnoxious. Then he became tame very quickly.

But now, three months had passed, on that very day, you and your boyfriend would have been a year together. It broke your heart all over again. The last bit you had of him was the bracelet around your wrist. He was so smug, as he had given you the gift after the first month.

You hadn’t even known that you two were supposed to switch out gifts. He had insisted on you opening it. You saw that silver bracelet as clear as day. You could still feel the first confusion you had. But as you took it out, you knew why he was so smug.

„Why is there the first letter of my first name and the first letter of your last name?“

„Early preparations for when you take my last name, of course!“ He cheekily told you, followed by a soft kiss on your cheek. You were so flustered at that moment that you didn't even know what to say. Usually, you would have said something embarrassing to ruin the moment, but not this time.

It only got worse as he kneeled in front of you. Holding out the bracelet as if you were his king and he was your servant. He made it seem like an honor, accepting it. His smug smile had only grown afterward. „Hopefully, that gets those hormonal asshats from your case. You are mine, and everyone should know that!“ He had exclaimed rather loudly directly as the bracelet was closed around your wrist. Kissing you intensely, holding your body in place as if you would run away any second.

Now you know better. Today you knew why he always held you so close, which made all those memories so bittersweet. He actually held onto you for dear life with the faintest hope that if you ever found out what he did, you wouldn't leave him immediately but would listen to him.

You wanted to beat him the day you found out, show him the true extent of your powers he had never seen, but it felt good to belong to someone. Even though you had many friends, you never felt like a part of any group. Being different can be a good thing, but lonely as well.

Still sitting there at this damn river, you could only think that you never had the chance to confront your boyfriend. Or ex-boyfriend? At this point, you weren’t sure. The love, as bad as it felt after the fact was still there. Unwavering of the storm, still threatening to break out.

In danger of suffocating from the horrible feelings and thoughts plaguing your mind, you just wanted to be left alone. But as a hand suddenly grabbed onto your shoulder, you feared to know who it was. „Scott, I've told you a hundred times not to disturb me today!“

„I hoped you would want to see me, especially today.“ As soon as this deep, velvet voice was carried over to your ears, your body tensed up like never before. The hand felt oddly familiar, not because your alpha friend was trying to distract you from things as he normally would. But because that special someone who was the source of your heartbreak and suffering stood behind you.

Neither of you moved. You were kept in place by shock. But the nature around you knew that something was up. The water in front of you reacted to your sudden hand movements, letting it move as never before.

But the boy behind you didn't see or hear it. Too preoccupied with your fast-beating heart. You couldn't believe the balls he had. Coming back, just like that, as if nothing ever happened! He had not even said goodbye to you, even though you wouldn’t have wanted to hear it anyway. But it was the thought that counted in that matter.

„Calm down, please, babe. Your heart pumps too quickly,“ he whispered into your ear as he leaned down. Feeling his hot breath on your skin once again almost made you lose your compulsory. You wanted to rip him into pieces for taking their side over your friends.

You will never forget the looks of your friends when it finally turned out that your love was actually the bad guy and you were protecting him all along. Your friendship with Malia was cut that day. Ever since you met her, she has become one of your best friends. It hurt, but you understood. You could never forget the words she spat in your face that day.

Lydia, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. She could understand you. She was the only one who could see the pain it was causing you to get used by the boy you believed loved you. Lydia hugged you after Theo fled.

For him to now just stand there after everything he had done? It was more a nightmare than anything else.

But feeling him so close and even his breath made you so angry. With one quick movement, you stood up, like a monsoon wave. Moving your arm, commanding the water in front of you to do your will.

Liters of water splashed in Theo’s face, making him tumble backward. As you redirected the water away from his face, behind him, you could see the look of utter shock on his handsome but wet face. For the first time, you saw his long hair. Even though it looked good on him, it still, would never come close to his former relatively short one. How soft it felt under your fingers as he let you ride him to take some control, only to punish you afterward.

But that was beside the point at that moment. What could you do? Theo was sex on two feet. He was born to dominate, to make you suffer from lust, to breed you just to stuff something inside you to keep his seed from escaping, whispering in your ear that he has to make you bear his child. It was all dirty talk, and even though that was the case it still made you feel in some way.

„What?“ He was able to bring out before you let the water from behind him sweep him from his feet, just to be caught by the same water and carried into the sky. Amid the woods surrounding Beacon Hills was a floating pool, with only Theo in it, still in his clothes.

Changing your stance your arm movements became more rounded, Quickly imprisoning Theo in a ball of ice. With the water inside, you started acting on your anger, throwing him around in it, pushing all the water aside so he could stand on the ice, only to have the water throw him around again. Making it quick enough and reducing the water in your attacks to give him real injuries. As his blood slowly drained from his body, you hurt him with that too.

It got so bad that at one point, you had cut him, thrown a ball out of ice in his face, and slammed a massive amount of water against his stomach.

Every little smack you gave him actually helped you. You felt validated by those feelings. But as the first wave of hatred and anger passed, remorse filled your body. Even though that was the case, you were filled with the feeling that he hadn't learned his lesson.

As you couldn't hear him pleading to stop anymore, fearful shock filled your every fiber. You wanted him to feel the pain you had felt all the time he was gone. Not only because of how much he had manipulated you but because of the heartbreak you had felt. You didn't want to hurt him permanently or kill him.

Suddenly all anger was gone. With one last movement, you let all the water become water again and freed it from your powers. Letting Theo fall to the floor. The soggy forest floor protected him from further damage to his body.

Filled with regret, you ran over to him. Seeing his battered body up close for the first time was heartbreaking. But Theo just smiled. He fucking smiled at you, who had beaten him up so furiously.

„I never knew you were so powerful,“ he whispered, on the brink of life. His body wasn’t healing as you had seen before. „You looked so beautiful.“

His words brought tears to your eyes. His hands tried to reach you, but he couldn’t lift his hand, too much energy was already used off by just staying alive. „Could you?“ He asked suddenly. Without a second to think, you took his hand. With the minimal movement he could make, you led his hand to your cheek, putting his larger hand upon it. „It doesn’t matter what I did. I always loved you. And always will.“ Just then, a single tear could free itself from its confinement inside his body.

Not long after, his eyes closed, and his hand fell to the floor. In a sudden panic, you stood up, summoning more water to you. „You fucking prick, you will not die this easily! Not until you make better what you have done!“ Incasing Theo’s body in the water, it swapped over and around him softly. The glowing blue water healed his wounds in no time. But the real problem was the psychological damage, which you couldn't do anything about.

For an hour, you sat there, moving your arms in swimming motions, making damn sure that his body would be completely healed. But in reality, you would never be able to live your life if he should die, and it was your fault.

As this agonizing hour passed, you knew that if he wouldn’t wake up soon, he never will. You already have tears in your eyes. Just as you were about to give up, a sudden noise startled you so greatly that it broke your concentration. Your eyes are intensely on Theo’s face believing the sound came from him. But nothing moved. Only for you to look around and see a small animal in the bushes near you two.

„Fuck!“ You muttered angrily under your breath. You were hoping it was Theo, but apparently, it was just wishful thinking. Now you had to face that you killed your first love out of anger. You never should have used your powers again. They were too dangerous. How stupid could you have been?

As your mental state turned over into insanity, something else was moving. It came quickly closer to you. But you were preoccupied with your own devastating thoughts.

A warm, wet feeling ripped you out of your mind. But instead of moving away in a panic, you were frozen to the place. Not even able to move your head, silently begging the moon not to let you die there with your unconscious first love by your side.

That disgusting feeling of warm wetness slowly made its way up your arm. Tears rolled down your face within seconds. Believing your life was over. But to your utter surprise, you suddenly felt pressure on the nap between your under and upper arm. Your eyes slowly dropped to the place where the pressure was put on.

There was nothing dangerous but a thumb, slowly wandering up the hand and the arm until your tearful eyes landed on your first love, just lying there with a soft smile. „I'm fine," he whispered in your direction, just loud enough for you to hear.

Before you knew it, you laid on top of him, arms around his neck, head beside his. Ugly crying like you've never done before. He hadn't moved once, just lay there like a corpse. If he wasn't breathing, it could have been a lot scarier.

„Everything is all right. I’m here now.“ He whispered into your ear. For some reason, it struck you more than it should have. Every bit of him was more vivid now. The slight touching between your skins lets yours prickle with anticipation. It is so long since you had felt him the last time. Never would you have thought that your body longed so much for his flawless body.

„I need you!“ It was all warning he got before you made your way south. The last thing you saw on his face was utter shock from this whole situation.

Chaste kisses were set from your little lips. First, his neck, but you wandered quickly further down to his muscular chest. His pecs were one of your favorite things about Theo. Even though he wasn’t the tallest guy, with his buff physique, nobody would try anything with you or him.

As you always did, you made sure that every little bit of his chest was touched by your lips or tongue, which decided that it wanted to play too. It turned you even more on that Theo did not seem to be able to move. He was always the boss, but now you wanted to try it too.

„Are you sure about this? We… I…“ But before he could say anything stupid, you put a finger over his slightly fuller lips. „Don’t ruin the moment. I want this, and I hope… you want this too?“ Batting your eyes, you knew that he was already a goner. He could be seen swallowing hard, his Adam's apple, jumping up and down with excitement.

Before you made sure his six-pack would get the same attention as his pecs, you kissed his neck once again, this time directly on his Adam's apple, just to lick his chin up, stopping right in front of his lips. His eyes were closed, waiting for the kiss you wanted to gift him. But as nothing came, he opened his mesmerizing eyes again. They were full of lust but also anger. Most likely because he wasn’t able to switch places with you, stick your face in the dirt, and show you who's really in charge.

„I like this very much, having you so vulnerable underneath me. Right at my will.“

You could feel Theo shudder beneath you as he realized that if the two of you got dirty, you would be as mean to him as he was to you.

Before he could start to worry, you finally gave him what he wanted, the kiss he craved for the whole time he was gone. But not as long as he wanted. As soon as the first gratification hit you and he tried to assert dominance by sticking his tongue in your mouth, you stopped it. Raising yourself with one of your hands on his slightly flushed chest, you gently patted his cheek to draw attention to his momentarily hopeless situation.

„Don’t try me, Theo! I will let you lay here without touching you again!“ His eyes widened immediately. Before, he would never have believed that you would do something like this, but you have changed, even if it was only a little.

With the hand you had slightly slapped Theo, this hand went around his throat as much as it could. It felt great. You usually do this whenever you've had a chance when your head hasn't been banged into something and your arms bound by his hands.

In the end, you only could hold your hand there, the most southern part of his hard six-pack. As soon your kisses went south, to the last bit of clothing he was wearing, besides his strongly damaged leather jacket. Your hand wandered from his throat down his pec, directly down to his pants.

Slowly opening his pants, freeing them from the leather belt. Completely pulling it out and laying it down beside Theo’s body.

You pulled the pants down just as much as you had to free this beautiful perfect body from the most heinous crime he could commit with it, hiding it away.

His impressive dick sprung out immediately. „I knew you would like that, as always, not only horny but kinky as well, the third best thing on your body.“

„What-What are the first two?“ He moaned loudly as you took his cock in his hand, jerking him off slowly.

„Well, the second is the rest of your body...your huge muscles, those arms…god, how I missed having them around me to pull me closer to you. This chest of yours, in which I cried my eyes out many times and used as a pillow, more often than not. And then there's your face, something no one can ignore, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!“

As you told him about the body parts you loved the most, you wandered over them with your free hand. His upper arms were still covered by his leather jacket, you still stroke them up and down. Feeling the cold leather beneath your warm skin, gave you some sort of missed euphoria. You squeezed his arms and could feel his muscles flex without him having to move.

As you went over to his chest, he moaned again, only this time louder. His skin became irritated from the long time you played with it, especially his nipples. His body reacted so strongly to you twisting them that he buckled himself into your hand.

But as you mentioned his face, you went directly over it, the tip of his cock, poking against your stomach, forcing you onto all fours just to hover over his face. When you kissed him once more quickly, but enough to let him hang on for more. The satisfaction you felt seeing him like this, eyes begging, but his ego didn’t let him do it verbally, which led to you stopping the treatment his cock received from you.

Instead, you pressed it against his ripped body, laying flat on him. Going through his hair with both of your hands. „I think you know what I want.“ The grin on your face infuriated Theo because it was the same one he gave you every time he wanted you to beg for his cock. Or just for him to simply touch you.

If you thought about it, you should’ve seen his manipulating side earlier, but it turned you on too much to really care. You fell in love with his mysterious bad-boy personality. But you stayed because of the good heart that underlies it all. You still knew deep down that if he had been a softy, you would have left him a long time ago.

You wanted him to be that stupid, flirty, arrogant self in public but sweet, kind, and caring whenever you two were alone and a dominant stallion in bed. But now that you have felt the power Theo usually has, the wish to be this more often came up deep inside of you. Looking into his eyes as you make his body shudder with lust, anticipation, and feral instincts. His shuddering underneath you gave you pleasure beyond all reasoning.

„Beg for me to touch you.“ You finally whispered in his ear. But he just gritted his teeth. His ego wouldn’t let it go. He even averted his eyes.

Here and there, you only touched him in places you knew he loved more than anything. Stroking his cock ever so slightly.

„Come on! You can't let someone you hurt down like that.“ Suddenly all your movements stopped. He tried it again, and somehow you loved it. Maybe you were in a cycle with your first love. It sickened you to your core.

„I wouldn’t have hurt you if you didn’t try to kill my friends, used me to get close to them, and left without a word. So let us call that even, shall we?“

At that moment, a light appeared in Theo's eyes. He finally understood that his actions had changed me as well. Now there were no suspicions but hard proof for that.

„I always loved you. Your friends send me into limbo. A bit problematic to tell you that.“ He told you breathlessly. His cock, is squeezed by your hand. Your friends lied to you too. Maybe your abilities get more practice after all.

Your other hand grabbed his neck again, forcing him higher so that his head was tilted slightly. „If you ever try to manipulate me again, I will not hesitate to punish you again. Understood?“ He weakly nods his head at that. But you still did not move very much, still waiting for his begging.

"Please," he began to speak, finally, breaking his resolve a bit, and it was enough for you. Immediately you let go of his neck, jumped up, and let yourself fall back down, just turned around. With your face on his still, very hard cock and your ass in his face.

„I played with myself from time to time, but I’m very tight, but as I remember, your tongue has a use, doesn’t it?“ He immediately understood the comment and began to work. You pressed your butt against his face because you knew he couldn't move much.

But as he was already working on opening up your hole for him, you still appreciated the massive cock in front of you. You didn't even have to hold it up because it does that on its own. Several veins ran visibly over it. Especially one big vein that you always loved. You didn’t even realize that you moved towards it until its cock head was already in your mouth.

At first, it was hard to get used to this massive thing again. You couldn't find anything like it, and you weren't willing to run after another guy, not willing after the heartbreak you had experienced. It wasn’t better or easier, because of the love you still felt for this massive asshole.

Now that the original was finally back, hopefully, to be used by you again and again.

Theo moaned in your slightly opened hole as you took more and more of his meat down your throat, the gag reflex gone since the first month of your relationship with him. The way he had used it since then was inhuman, but you loved it anyway.

Slurping around it, making it nice and wet for what would come soon, but at this moment, you enjoyed him twitching inside your mouth. That was until you felt a particularly erratic twitch and a warm substance coming out of him. Without making a sound, you just let it slip down your throat as you were used to. But after he's finished coming, you finally let his now slightly limp cock pop out of your mouth.

„You became weak as I see.“ Your tone icy cold, disappointed even. Before he was gone, he could obscure you for hours or multiple times a day if you didn't have time for a long session.

„Sorry,“ he sounded exhausted. „It was a long time. I hadn’t come in months!“ he finally exclaimed with a groan as she jerked his cock again.

Without a word, you turned back around, so you could look into his eyes again. Right in front of him, you pulled your shirt over your head and showed off your toned physique. Working out was, the only thing you enjoyed doing because it made you feel close to Theo.

You will never be at the same level as Theo was, which wasn't a problem for either of you, but you feel much better now.

Right after, you got up and took off your shoes to take off your pants next. There amid this forest clearing, close to the river that almost nobody visits anymore, were now two mostly naked guys, having a reunion worthy of lustful demons.

Instead of a kiss, which Theo seemed to have wanted, as you sat down close to his cock, you took his face into his hand, squeezing it a little bit. „You changed, Theo, but I hope you're still the guy I loved and not some washed-up pussy.“

Teasing his rock-hard cock with your ass crack. He loved your ass, and it got a little bigger than the last time he was intimate with you. Two perfect peaches, slightly wobbling against his massive cock.

„Come on, babe, don’t tease me like this!“ he whined loudly. But he could also say it was revenge for all the times he did this to you. In school, at his house, at yours, in bathrooms, and especially in his truck. God… his truck had so many lewd memories from which you could have come just thinking about it.

„Stop being a whiny bitch, and take your punishment, you big baby!“ You told him as you let his tip slip into your hole. He breathed out aggressively, trying to hide his loud moan underneath it. „Oh, the big bad wolf… finally feels… how bad it is to be taken advantage of, now does he?“ A smug smirk plastered on your face the entire time as you suppressed your moans.

Not knowing how you hid your excitement to feel this massive cock inside of you again, you just went with it. Feeling all-powerful, the boss over a usual dominant stallion like Theo Raeken.

„Just wait till I can move again! I will show you what you have done then!“ But his threat went down as you slowly sat down onto his dick, slipping right into your tight, wet hole. You had no idea how he could get so much spit… so deep inside you, but you didn't think twice about it. His dick was making you dumb, even though you had all power.

You could feel every single vein of Theo's cock deep inside you as you finally sat down on it a few minutes after you started this torture. Its largest vein, which helped the cock stand upright, vibrated against your canal. Making you moan loudly. You even threw your head back, not believing what just had happened.

But when you came around, your hands resting on Theo's broad chest, you looked him straight in his eyes. That fucking hot, arrogant, smug smile, back on his perfect face. You hated it and fell in love all over again at the same time. Even though he seemed a lot softer than before, you could tell that old Theo is still there.

It gave you the last bit of confidence to move slowly. Almost letting his cock slip out of your hole again, just to slam yourself back onto it, scratching the one point inside of you that nothing could’ve touched, only his dick was able to get to it, as if you were made to take him.

„You fucking asshole!“ You moaned loudly and tried to find a rhythm that ultimately left you and Theo unable to form any clear thoughts, both overwhelmed by the feeling. He was so overwhelmed that he was able to cum all over again. But when he saw the satisfied smile on your face, feeling him again, he wasn't ready to end the moment anytime soon. Even though he certainly was able to go for another round. But knowing yourself, you would no longer have the power to assert dominance over him.

„I hate myself that I love you! You are such an- Fuck- Your dick is so fucking big!“ At this point, you were reduced to a moaning mess, barely able to move. His cock pushed against that special spot in you so many times that all you could see were stars. And still, you moved, even if it was only slightly.

„Please, let me cum!“ Theo suddenly begged again, but you couldn't see him through your blurry eyes or the stars that kept blocking your vision. But his words were enough to give you another boost of energy.

Sit back up, the whole situation was about riding that stud faster and harder than before to get to the point that it was all about him again and not chasing your lust like it should have been. Hands barely able to hold you upwards. A few hard thrusts were enough to bring Theo to his second climax. „Your ass is the best, fuck! So tight!“ He groaned loudly as he finally entered you again, freshly tagging you and making sure you and everyone else knew whom you belonged to.

As soon as he began to pump you full with his potent sperm, you came yourself painting his beautiful body white, even shot right against his chin.

„Fuck!“ Spoken in unison by you two, Theo was able to giggle, but you just fell onto his muscular upper body, completely exhausted from the act you had to do this time. If you knew it was that difficult, you would never have tried to be on top. But you loved it in a way. Not only because of the power you held. But because you could show a little appreciation, even if you made it another time, you had more on your mind than just the old sex.

Worship his body, and play with it a bit before you would even start embarking on his beloved cock.

Lying in your cum on his exceedingly warm body, you almost fell asleep until you felt a rather hard grip around your waist, holding you in place. So you could open your eyes to look straight into the hazel of the love of your life. Now you were sure that he was just that.

„I'm not done with you yet," he growled in your ear as he suddenly sat up, wrapped your legs around his own waist, and stood up with ease.

„What?“ You could only ask, but before anything else could come out of your big mouth, Theo had already rammed you into the nearest tree. Able to feel it drilling itself into your back, he pressed you even harder against it, until you were able to smell blood.

„Thank you for healing me, babe.“ His lips were attacking your neck again, sucking and biting it lightly. You were so confused, but there was nothing to be done as you already felt his still rock-hard cock slamming into you, jointly with the iron grip he had on you, he bruised everything inside and out.

As his mouth finally went away from your neck, it was replaced by his right hand, choking you enough to lose the ability to breathe every few moments. Just for him to stop, so he can kiss you and do it all over again.

However, his left hand held your leg, over which you no longer had any control. You couldn't feel half of your body, of the intensity he was fucking you with now.

„Such an obnoxious little whore, aren’t you? Begging for my cock, wanting to be on top, but still getting dicked down, like you are used to, don’t you? Such a slut, but I'm happy to feel that no one else used your hole. How could they after you got split up by me, right baby? Nobody could even come close to me, could they?“

Again, his hot breath and lewd words were enough to make you cum once more. This time it even went into your hole and squeezed Theo's cock so good that he lost control and came too.

When you fell unconscious, he carried you out of the woods, straight to his truck, where he'd used you one last time non-stop in the back, this time. He had fucked you until the sun finally broke the nightly spell. He came so much that he had to sit you up, slightly over the edge of his backseats, so your hole could get out all of the cum, before he would sit you into his baby.

He put down a towel on the passenger seat on the part where you would sit, but also laid it against the backrest only because of the dirt and blood still stuck to your body.

The drive was silent, you were sleeping, and Theo was deep in his thoughts. He had changed you, not entirely for the better, and he hated himself for that. Even though he always was quite an asshole towards you and sometimes almost cruelly rude, you never lost your innocence, it didn't matter what he had done to you. But now that this innocent guy was gone, thanks to his actions, he could only be angry at himself for doing so much to you.

As he finally came to your home, he carefully took you out of his truck. Immediately after, you clung to him, hands behind his neck and legs around his waist. His heart jumped quicker as you did this, making him feel loved as he used to before everything blew up in his face.

With ease, he jumped onto your balcony, opened the glass door, and took you to your adjoining bathroom. Inside, he cleaned the wounds he had inflicted on you, only for your subconscious to move your right hand in a circular motion, making the water he poured into your bathtub glow, healing your body faster than Theo's ever could. He wasn't perplexed for long by this show of power, instead, he intensively washed your hole and even brushed your teeth while you healed your own body.

When he finished cleaning you, he carried you to your bed, but no matter how hard he tried, you wouldn't let go of him. He didn't quite catch what you were mumbling, but as always, he thought it was something cute like everything you say is, at least in his head.

So he accepted his fate and lay down with you after getting rid of all the tattered clothes and his beloved leather jacket that were thrown in any direction around the room. With you naked in his bare arms, you both finally fell asleep like you used to. But now Theo was sure that he wanted to be at your side for the rest of his life. Hopefully, you would accept his softer personality, even though you stated differently.

But for the moment, everything was perfect, you were back in his arms, and he had again someone to protect, someone who had stolen his heart in a storm. [Masterlist]

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feelings are the worst kind of f-word

written as part of the @sterek-exchange Prompt Challenge: Fix It Fics for the Teen Wolf Movie (2023)

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: POV Derek Hale, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Werewolf Derek Hale, Omega Derek Hale, Human Alpha Stiles Stilinski, Pining Derek Hale, but it's mutual, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Porn with Feelings

Summary:

Derek might have been an alpha werewolf, but he was an omega in biology. Thanks to the emotional shit show of his life—and the ever-present dangers of Beacon Hills—he hadn't had a heat in years. But he was finally in a better place, so of course, that was when it hit. So he turned to the only alpha he trusted to help him through it. The one he secretly desired. Stiles.

Even though Derek hadn't gone through a heat in years, he knew the signs. The tightness of his skin, the way it felt like there was an itch he couldn't quite scratch. Waking up too warm in the middle of the night, body overheated.

Seriously, those night sweats were the absolute worst.

But again, Derek hadn't had to deal with a heat in years, so it was a little unexpected. After the death of his family and going on the run, it was as if his body shut down. Not that he cared since he didn't exactly have the time to deal with biological drives while being chased by hunters.

Things didn't exactly get better after he returned to Beacon Hills. In fact, Derek thought after killing Peter and becoming an alpha, if anything, he'd have to deal with ruts instead. But that hadn't happened either.

Derek figured it was his penance for getting his family killed, and he'd come to terms with that even as his life looked like it was turning around. But as he glanced at himself in the mirror, taking in the sheen of sweat on his skin and the slight flush on his face, neck, and chest, he knew he was wrong. He might have been an alpha werewolf, but he was apparently still an omega in biology.

"Shit."

He didn't have much time to figure out what the fuck he wanted to do. The answer should have been simple: hide out somewhere. He could lock himself away and spend the week curled up in a ball of pain as he wished for an alpha to make it better, or—

Or.

His mind immediately drifted to the one person he trusted. An alpha who made his heart skip a beat, turning Derek into a hormonal teenager with a crush. One he'd had very particular dreams about, though he dug those dreams into a hole and covered them up as best he could.

Derek hadn't ever imagined that out of everyone, Stiles would be the person he wanted to turn to in a situation like this. But he couldn't deny the fact that Stiles had been the one constant in his life since he came back to Beacon Hills. The one person who never left his side, no matter how much danger he was in.

So Derek made a decision.

He grabbed his phone and shot off a text.

Derek: Hey.

A second passed before he sent another message.

Derek: Can you come over? I need to talk to you about something.

Stiles's responses came in quick succession, making Derek's phone buzz buzz buzz.

Stiles: What's going on?

Stiles: Another big bad?

Stiles: Should I round up the Scooby gang?

Derek's lips twitched. Stiles could be a bit ridiculous at times, but it was one of the things Derek liked about him.

Derek: Nothing quite that serious. I just need to talk to you about something.

Stiles: Be there in five

Derek shivered, his skin breaking out in goosebumps. Stiles was on his way, and Derek couldn't stop wondering what it would be like to have Stiles inside him, holding him down, pressing his face into the pillow, and fucking him into the mattress.

Calm down, he urged himself because Stiles hadn't even said yes yet.

Hell, he might even say no, though Derek didn't think he would. And it wasn't because Derek was conceited or anything. He was asking Stiles to sleep with him, after all, and he knew Stiles at least found him physically attractive. It wasn't as if he was deluding himself into thinking it would be anything more than sex.

Which was the only reason Derek hesitated at all. Because he had feelings, even if he never intended on acting on them. And it was one thing to pine from afar and a whole 'nother to have had Stiles so intimately and then have to let him go.

"He hasn't even agreed," Derek reminded himself through clenched teeth. As he debated with himself, he started pacing. He looked around the loft, hating how desolate it still was. But he didn't really care for material things. Plus, if he needed to leave, it wasn't like he'd be able to take the time to pack up.

But still, the loft looked better than before. Derek had fixed the walls and bought a new bed which he put upstairs, utilizing the loft as an actual bedroom. There was one downstairs, but it still sat empty until he figured out what to do with it. Maybe a second bedroom so Stiles didn't have to sleep on the couch when he stayed over.

The kitchen got a bit of an upgrade. Nothing fancy, but he had appliances now, like a stove that actually worked and a refrigerator with a freezer drawer so he could buy more than just dry goods. It was nice being able to cook a proper meal again. Snacks, TV dinners, and takeout got tiring after a while.

Derek liked fresh fruit and vegetables, dammit.

Which reminded him that it was a good thing he'd just gone grocery shopping because he wasn't going anywhere for at least the next week. And if Stiles refused to help him, then it could be longer. Heats were always worse when spent alone.

With a heavy sigh, Derek sat down on the couch. His new couch that replaced the worn-down one he'd found on the side of the road. He debated watching TV—yeah, he had one of those now too—to pass the time, but it wouldn't do any good.

All he could think about was the fact that Stiles was on his way. Would be there any minute. And Derek still had no idea how he was going to broach the topic of Stiles helping him through his heat. He couldn't just blurt it out. Right?

He didn't have a chance to really think about it because when Stiles said five minutes, he hadn't been exaggerating. All too soon, Derek recognized the familiar rumble of Stiles's Jeep pulling into the parking lot. Stiles must have already been out and dropped whatever he was doing when Derek texted. Derek obviously didn't know that for sure, but the idea that Stiles would do that without question made his heart trip over itself. Again.

Derek listened as Stiles cut the engine and pushed open the driver's side door—the hinge squeaking as it always did. He smiled as he thought of Stiles hopping out of the Jeep with one hand on the door handle, launching himself out legs first. Then came the slam of the door and Stiles's too-quick heartbeat came closer closer closer as he entered the building. It was drowned out a little by the mechanical grind of gears when he called the elevator. Another thing Derek had fixed since Stiles complained about all the stairs to get to the loft.

He chuckled at the memory of a red-faced Stiles practically dragging himself into the loft the last time the elevator had been out of service. Sweat dripped down Stiles's temples and he could hardly breathe. It was so ridiculously endearing though. So Stiles.

Derek's heart tripled its pace as that familiar thump-thump thump-thump thump-thump came closer. It was down the hall. It was outside the door. It sped up when Stiles slid the loft door open, pulling so hard that the wheels slammed against the track stoppers—almost causing the doors to close from the rebound.

Stiles's eyes were mildly panicked as he looked around the room for danger. Always danger even though it'd been quiet since the deadpool.

Derek was honestly surprised Stiles wasn't carrying his bat.

"Okay, what's going on?" Stiles asked, striding in, not bothering to finish closing the door, so Derek walked over and did it for him.

"I…" Shit. Derek still hadn't figured out what to say. It was hard to think with Stiles so close, so he went with the simplest thing. "I need your help."

"O…kay…?" As if sensing there was no actual danger, Stiles relaxed a little. His shoulders were still a little tense, though. Probably because he was waiting to see what Derek needed help with.

Derek took a deep breath. Just spit it out. If he didn't, then he'd never ask. "I'm…going through a heat."

"But—" Stiles did a great impersonation of a fish gasping for air with the way his mouth opened and closed. "You're an alpha…?"

Derek sucked in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. One of the downfalls of being a werewolf was people not understanding the distinction between werewolf status in a pack and their biological presentation. Though to be fair, until now, Derek also thought becoming an alpha werewolf meant he was no longer an omega.

"I'm an alpha werewolf because I killed Peter." Derek glanced at where Stiles was standing, leaning against the column closest to the kitchen. But Derek couldn't hold the intensity of his gaze, so he looked away. "But I can assure you, I've been an omega since I presented during puberty."

Stiles pushed away from the column, nearly tripping over himself as he started pacing, drawing Derek's attention back to him. God, even stumbling around, he was so hot. It was ridiculous.

Derek watched that furrow between Stiles's brows get deeper as he seemed to absorb Derek's words.

"Okay, so…" Stiles stopped and turned to him, chewing on his bottom lip as he gathered his thoughts. "Your…heat…is coming up. Because you're an omega. And you're telling me this because…?"

Derek cleared his throat. "I—"

Oh, look, now Derek was the fish gasping for air as his breath caught in his throat and his stupid heart rate picked up even more.

But he didn't have to say the words because Stiles finished his thought. "You want me to help you through it."

"Yes." The word hung in the air. Derek should probably say more, but he honestly still couldn't believe he asked. Well, in a roundabout sort of way since he never actually voiced the question. And now that it was out there, he wanted to take it back because it was already awkward as he waited for Stiles's response which seemed to take forever despite it being all of two seconds since he'd answered.

Derek knew he should be patient, but he was already going out of his mind wondering what exactly Stiles was thinking.

But then Stiles groaned. It was low and pleasure-filled, the sound sending a shiver down Derek's spine. Derek’s breathing became ragged and uneven. His whole body burned, vibrating with need.

For Stiles.

God, Derek couldn't ever remember being this crazed or desperate during heat before. He thought he had another day or two, but maybe it was being so close to Stiles because he wanted, and he wanted now. So much so that he couldn't stop a whine from escaping him. It was high and reedy—a call for his alpha.

And just like that, Stiles lunged for him, hands in Derek's hair as he slammed their lips together. Stiles tugged on his hair, deepening the kiss and pulling Derek into him.

All Derek could do was growl into his mouth as Stiles ran his tongue over the seam of his lips. He'd never gotten so hard so fast. His hole clenched, and slick dripped down his legs as Stiles's hands traveled and explored the planes of his chest.

The next thing Derek knew, Stiles was pulling at him, walking him back until they got to the couch where Stiles pushed him down and straddled him—the hard length of him grinding against Derek's stomach.

Derek grabbed his ass right as Stiles slid his tongue into his mouth and, God, he almost came from that alone. Though it was also everything. From the way Stiles smelled impossibly good, woodsy and fresh and like his damn Jeep. To the way he tasted. Like hazelnut from whatever coffee he must have drank earlier. It was intoxicating.

And Derek needed more.

Stiles moved his lips along Derek's jaw, tracing the hard edges with the tip of his warm tongue. He sucked on Derek's neck and pressed into him. "You're going to take all of me so well. I just know it."

Derek's whole body erupted in goosebumps at the jolt of desire that coursed through him at Stiles's words. God, he wanted Stiles. Needed him so badly.

"Stiles," he gasped. His voice was gravelly and thick with undeniable lust. He slid his hands up Stiles's back, underneath his shirt. The skin-to-skin contact electrified him.

Stiles looked down at him and licked his lips, pure seduction and hunger swirling in his eyes.

Derek's cock twitched in response. His hole clenched again.

"Stiles," he said again, shivering as Stiles nipped at his shoulder. "Need you."

Desperation and desire warred inside Derek as he arched his back, silently begging for more. Stiles seemed to understand, except instead of giving Derek what he needed, he pulled away.

Derek wanted to whine. In fact, Derek did whine because his entire body was on fire, warm and tingly, aching with the need to be filled.

But then Stiles was there again, urging him to his feet. There was a slight tremble to his hands that only made him more appealing. He wore nerves so fucking well.

"Not here," Stiles said quietly before leading him to the spiral staircase.

Stiles was probably just thinking about how much more comfortable a bed would be, but Derek fell a little harder for him right then. Because Stiles could have taken Derek right there on the couch, and Derek wouldn't have complained in the slightest. He just wanted Stiles.

The climb was awkward because they couldn't keep their hands off each other. At the top, Stiles pushed him against the wall, kissing him again. He tugged at Derek's shirt, silently demanding that he take it off. Derek complied eagerly, his fingers fumbling as he tried to get the fabric off, his eyes never leaving Stiles's face.

Finally, when he was finally shirtless, Stiles leaned down and pressed his lips to Derek's hot skin, placing open-mouthed kisses all over his chest. Derek moaned and tangled his fingers in Stiles's hair, his body aflame with need.

Then Stiles was pulling him back back back until they fell onto the bed. At first, Stiles was under him, arms and legs wrapped around Derek as they kissed. But then everything spun when Stiles flipped them.

He straddled Derek's waist and stripped off his shirt, tossing it to the side. It hit the lamp on Derek's nightstand, almost knocking it over—not that Derek would have cared at all. Not when he had a shirtless Stiles in front of him.

Derek stared and his breath caught in his throat. Stiles was slim but not skinny. He had long, lean muscles and skin so smooth Derek wanted to lick him. He didn't get a chance though. Not when Stiles slid down his body slowly, inch by inch, biting Derek on his chest, his stomach, and on the tender dips of his waist until Derek whimpered. It was torture—sweet, wonderful torture, and Derek wanted nothing more than for Stiles to mark him all over. To claim him.

But all thoughts disappeared when Stiles pushed Derek’s sweats down. Derek hadn't been wearing any underwear so his cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach.

"Is this okay?" Stiles looked up at him, his gaze questioning but heated. His mouth was so close to Derek's cock that his breath ghosted along the tip, making Derek shiver.

All he could do was nod, biting his bottom lip as he clenched in anticipation. "Yes."

Fuck yes.

He was so hard. So wet from the ridiculous amount of slick he was producing. He'd be embarrassed by it if it weren't for the fact that it just meant he was more than ready for Stiles to fuck him now.

Except Stiles used his mouth on Derek first—kissing along his inner thighs until his mouth was on Derek's cock, sucking him down. All while Stiles's fingers dipped into the crease of Derek's ass, lazily rubbing his rim.

More.

Derek needed more. God, Derek needed Stiles to take him. To own him.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he bucked up into Stiles's mouth with a shout. All that tight, wet heat and the way Stiles worked his tongue were incredible. Derek fisted the sheets on either side of him, holding on for dear life as Stiles sent him closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh, God. Don't stop. Fuck!" Derek's shout echoed throughout the loft.

Stiles bobbed his head as he fucked Derek with two then three very skillful fingers that left him a mewling, quivering mess. Especially when they brushed over his prostate, making him see stars.

Derek wanted to come so badly, but he also wanted this to last forever.

"Please. Pleasepleaseplease," he begged. He pleaded.

Stiles moaned around him, sounding just as desperate, just as wrecked. But then he let go with an obscene pop and tears sprang to Derek's eyes.

No!

Derek opened his mouth to yell, but then Stiles bent his legs back, exposing his ass and everything was forgotten as a warm breath ghosted over his hole followed by strong, slow sweeps of Stiles's equally talented tongue.

"Fuck, you taste so good," Stiles murmured against him as if he were unwilling to pull away for even a second. "Wanted to do this for so long."

Derek threw his head back and groaned, fabric ripping beneath his claws because there was no way he could control himself right now. Not when Stiles knew exactly what he was doing working him open with his fingers and tongue. A feeling of euphoria buzzed through him.

So good. Don't stop.

But his orgasm was dangerously close, and he wanted to come on Stiles's knot, so he reached down, tugging at Stiles's hair. "Stiles. Please."

Stiles must have understood because he nodded eagerly and fumbled with his pants until he was gloriously and deliciously naked. His cock was hard and leaking, and Derek wanted to appreciate the sight, but he also needed Stiles inside him. He needed Stiles to fill him—wholly and completely.

The bed dipped when Stiles knelt between his legs. The warmth coming off him was enough to make Derek's already overheated blood catch fire.

Derek trembled as Stiles's hands trailed down his sides to his hips and thighs, urging Derek to wrap his legs around him.

Stiles gathered Derek's slick on his fingers, running them over his cock, getting it wet before lining himself up. He glanced down at Derek, his expression soft, almost loving before leaning down.

The kiss itself wasn't unexpected. It was the gentleness of it. The way Stiles gazed into his eyes first. The soft stroke of Stiles's thumb as it brushed over Derek's cheek as he cupped his face. "I never thought—"

Stiles looked away, his throat bobbing as he swallowed down whatever else he was going to say.

It felt like more. Like maybe Stiles had those damn feelings too. But Derek didn't have a chance to think about it because Stiles kissed him again. It was more demanding this time. But even as it became hot and heavy, almost possessive, it was generous. Filled with so much want and need and promise and protection that Derek was sure his heart would explode.

Then Stiles did this thing where he bit Derek's bottom lip, but in a gentle, erotic sort of way, tugging it between his teeth before grazing it with his tongue. It was hypnotizing. It put Derek in a trance, unable to do anything but open for him.

And that was when Stiles pushed into him.

Derek moaned, but Stiles swallowed it down, easing into him with deliciously slow, measured strokes. The stretch and burn gave way to how perfectly filled he felt once Stiles was buried to the hilt.

"God, you're so tight," Stiles murmured against his lips. "Does that feel good?"

Yes. It was so fucking good, and all Derek could do was let out a strangled cry that Stiles swallowed down again.

Stiles pulled back, and Derek wanted to groan at the look on his face. It was pure bliss, as if this were heaven to him and nothing had ever felt so good. Derek inhaled deeply, drunk on the scent of him. Of his skin and the weight of Stiles's hips between his thighs.

It was everything he ever wanted. Everything he thought he'd never have.

But maybe…

Just maybe…

It could be more.

Derek slid his hands down Stiles's back. He dug his heels into Stiles's ass and urged him to move.

"I've got you," Stiles promised. He pulled out, and Derek wanted to cry, but then Stiles filled him again with slow, deep strokes. So unbearably slow that Derek did cry. He couldn't stop the tears that spilled at how fucking good everything felt as tremors of pleasure coursed through his veins.

At one point, Derek was sure he was floating except he knew he wasn't because Stiles was anchoring him—as he always did. His touch was reverent, his hands touching anywhere and everywhere as if he were trying to memorize Derek's body.

Derek lost all sense of time as Stiles fucked him, slow and deep. Every thrust pushed him closer closer closer to the edge. Every touch made him feel so alive. It was like nothing Derek had ever experienced before, and that was because it was Stiles. The one person he had always wanted to be with.

Stiles whispered sweet nothings in his ear as he kissed his way down to his neck. Marking him as his own. Claiming him.

Derek was close. So damn close. His whole body was on the precipice of euphoria, but he wanted to come undone with Stiles. To feel Stiles buried deep inside him when it happened. He reached up then, cupping Stiles's cheek.

Stiles turned his head and kissed Derek's palm, nuzzled into it.

"Mine," Stiles said as he rolled his hips, making Derek cry out. His hands gripped Derek's hips so hard that Derek knew he'd have bruises if he didn't heal so fast. But God, watching Stiles lose control was the sexiest thing Derek had ever witnessed. His eyes fluttered sporadically, his moans and groans were deep, and his face was splotchy from exertion. "You're mine. Tell me you're mine."

"Yours." Derek's moan vibrated off the walls. "I'm yours."

Always.

"Fuck. Derek." Stiles said his name like a prayer. Like he was worshipping him. "I'm not—I'm not gonna last."

Stiles's eyes were bright and pleasure-dazed as his thrusts picked up. The bed creaked as they rocked in unison, and Derek was reduced to moans, groans, and whimpers that would be embarrassing if he had any thought to care.

"Stiles." Derek could hardly recognize his own voice. It was so needy and wanton as Stiles's knot began to swell. "Yes. Fuck."

Still, he needed more, and somehow Stiles knew.

Stiles reached between them, stroking Derek's cock in time with his thrusts, and that was all it took before Derek's world filled with nothing but intense, pulsing pleasure.

His back arched high off the mattress as he came hard. His muscles tensed to the point of aching until he was completely spent, and then his entire body uncoiled as he sank into the mattress, twitching in the aftershocks of his orgasm. He clenched around Stiles’s knot, moaning at how perfectly full he felt. It was so good, so perfect. Derek’s entire body tingled with pleasure as he lay there, panting hard and completely out of breath.

Stiles all but collapsed on his chest, knot still pulsing through his release, marking Derek from the inside. His chest heaved, and his heart beat so rapidly that Derek worried there was something wrong.

But then Stiles pushed up on one elbow and smiled down at him.

With the way Stiles looked at him, Derek couldn't breathe. He couldn't think or see. He couldn't do anything but yearn.

Kiss me.

And Stiles did. He leaned down, nipping along Derek's jawline until their lips met in a kiss that was so soft, so tender that Derek's heart skipped a beat. There was so much love and adoration in it that Derek didn't have a chance to second-guess anything. Not when Stiles cupped his jaw in soft strokes or when he pulled back and kissed the tip of Derek's nose.

"Was that okay?" Stiles whispered. "I'd never forgive myself if I hurt you."

Derek's heart skipped another beat as he wrapped his arms around Stiles, holding him close. "It was perfect."

Stiles nuzzled into Derek's neck, his face buried in the crook of his shoulder.

"I love you," Stiles whispered, his heart steady as Derek's beat wildly against his ribcage.

There was no way he heard that right. Not those words. Not from Stiles.

Derek pulled back and looked into Stiles's eyes, searching for any sign of doubt, but found none.

"I love you, too," he said, voice barely above a whisper.

Stiles smiled then, and it was like the sun had come out after a long, dark winter. "I know."

Derek frowned because there was no way Stiles could have known that. Hell, he hadn't even admitted it to himself yet. He'd been too scared to. "No, you didn't. How?"

"You wouldn't have asked me to help you through your heat if you didn't." Stiles trailed his fingers over Derek's chest. "If you didn't love me, you probably would have just let me know what was going on. Maybe you would have asked me to check on you."

He shrugged and placed a kiss over Derek's heart. "But I think you would have spent your heat alone rather than spend it with someone you didn't care about."

Derek nodded because that was true. He wouldn't have risked being so vulnerable with someone he didn't love or trust. It was then that Derek realized that Stiles knew him better than anyone else ever had. A warmth spread throughout his body at the realization that Stiles understood him in ways he never thought possible.

After a few moments, Stiles spoke up again. "As soon as my knot goes down, I'm gonna get us cleaned up and then I'm going to make sure we're stocked up with groceries and whatever else we'll need while you're in heat."

Derek couldn't help but smile. The future might have been unknown, but for the first time in a long time, he felt like everything would work out. He had everything he ever wanted; love, trust, and passion. Everything he thought he would never have. But with Stiles, he did.

He knew deep down that he was never going to let Stiles go. Not now, not ever. Because when Stiles smiled and leaned in for another kiss, Derek felt like he was home.

#sterek #sterekexchange #holy shit i wrote something

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Pair of Foxes 🦊 | Kira Yukimura Headcanon

Teen Wolf masterlist

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

Being a fox shapeshifter (were-fox) and Kira’s best friend would look like:

I guess you can say foxes are drawn to each other because when Kira first moved to Beacon Hills you immediately befriended her—literally walking straight up to her in the library with a beaming grin. “Hi! You’re Kira right? I’m Y/n, mind if I join you?” Not even waiting for her to say yes you dropped your things and began pulling out homework for you history class. She was a little taken aback but polite nonetheless, “U-uh sure. I don’t mind.”

You’d known Scott and Stiles since middle school but hadn’t become friends with them until the whole Alpha fiasco when Peter bit you in hopes of making you a member of his pack. However, the little trickster you naturally are, ended up shifting into a fox instead of wolf—eyes glowing more orange instead of yellow and canines smaller than Scott’s. When Peter discovered this—shortly before his untimely death—he bestowed you with the nickname ‘Little Vixen’. Eventually you managed to fully evolve into a fox like Malia could as a coyote.

When it was revealed Kira was a Kitsune, a Japanese Fox spirit, you couldn’t help but go, “Look at us, Ki, we’re a pair of foxes! Ain’t that neat!” Of course her fox was different from your fox—for example she brought forth her spirit when wielding her sword and you could shift into yours as you came and went. Even when Kira’s fox spirit was thrown out of balance due to the Dread Doctor’s, it was like the Kitsune recognized the fox within you and held some sort of respect.

Basically the Fox didn’t attempt to kill you like it did everyone else. “Maybe it thought we were relatives or something.” “Well whatever it thought from now on you are gonna have to step in whenever I lose control.” “You’re my best friend, of course I’m gonna help you.” From that moment on you and Kira became each other’s anchors. She was there to calm you down on a full moon and you were there to put the Fox in her at ease.

“We’re like platonic soulmates, Ki.” “Platonic soulmates who are a pair of foxes. The best combo if I’ve ever heard.”

Kira always had a pack of extra clothes that fit you in her bag. Shifting into your fox form or fighting to the point your outfits are tarnished enough times had your best friend come prepared to everything.

There are days where Kira will catch you and Malia in your fox & coyote forms chasing each other on the lacrosse field or play fighting. This will have Kira running after y’all because bystanders are calling animal control, “Get back here you two!”

Another time you were stuck in your fox form and unable to shift resulting in you having to stay at Kira’s house until the pack could come up with something to fix you. This also meant Kira had to come up with something to tell your family when you were a no show at home for nearly three days, “the drama club had a competition in Los Angeles—Y/n got the lead role in their production of ‘Wicked’ so she’s there right now.”

In return you always covered for her when she’d be with Scott. “I’ll be your scapegoat, Ki. Just tell them you’re going camping with my family this weekend. They’ll never know.” “You really underestimate how good my mom is at finding things out.” Sure enough, they got the truth pretty quick when Noshiko spotted your parents out to dinner the night ya’ll were ‘camping.’

You two will have girls nights with Malia and Lydia whenever y’all are in need of a break from the world. During the three month period between the shit with the beast and the Wild Hunt you four spent every penny you owned going to concerts, festivals, comic cons, and weekend trips to L.A or San Fran. As you can expect, the boys would get jealous.

When Kira decided to go with the skinwalkers you were devastated to say the least. It felt like a piece of you was missing with the absence of your best friend. But Kira made a promise to check in every once in a while and you’d be the first to know when she was coming back.

After all, there was nothing that could stop the pair of foxes when Beacon Hills was in need of saving.

#kira yukimura #kira yukimura x reader #Kira yukimura headcanon #Kira yukimura imagine #Kira yukimura x platonic!reader #teen wolf #teen wolf headcanons #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf fluff #arden Cho

[pottersfieldcustodian]

Something that recently came to mind about Teen Wolf:

Why does Beacon Hills have multiple gay clubs/bars along with an extremely lively rave scene run mainly by queer people, but seemingly no queer friend groups outside of those settings?  Where do these people go when they’re not at these events?

Like that time drag queens showed up to Lydia's party because apparently parties are the only time queer people congregate or even really exist in Beacon Hills? 

Moreover, what's with the Teen Wolf writers barely allowing more than 2 canonically queer people to be on screen at the same time?  Especially if those two characters are not dating or interacting romantically in some way? 

Like the way they killed Brett off the second him Mason and Corey could have been the first queer friend group? I know thats mostly coincidence but damn. Brett got axed as a romantic option for Mason when Corey came in and then they immediately hit him with a car. 

#teen wolf #mason hewitt #corey bryant #brett talbot #Danny Mahealani #I mean this in a funny how outlandish it is way #But I am also serious

[v-cain]

"Guard Dog"

Fandom: Xmen

Pairings: Charles Xavier x teen!reader, Hank Mccoy x teen!reader, Kurt Wagner x teen!reader, Scott Summers x teen!reader, Jean Grey x teen!reader, Jubilation Lee x teen!reader

Warnings: Bullying

A/N: this came to me months ago and now im cool enough to write it down. go follow my friends @book-place @bringinsexybackk69 (this is set when everyone other than the teachers are teens! ;] )

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You drag yourself out of bed and lazily put on a hoodie, not even bothering to change out of your pajamas. Scott had convinced you to wake up at lunch time so you could eat with your friends, which would usually get a solid "Fuck no."...but there was a promise of chocolate chip cookies. So fucking up your sleep schedule it was!

Walking down the stairs, you catch a few staring eyes and shoot a glare at them. They immediately scramble away  much to your happiness.

You easily spot your friends under a tree and walk over to them, enjoying the afternoon you rarely get to see. Scott spots you and cheers "Sup Snow White!". You roll your eyes playfully "Oh hardy har har Summers." you sarcastically snark as you plop yourself down beside Kurt.

Everyone launches back into conversation, and you find yourself calmly smiling at the mess of a group you call family friends. Then, the fire nation attacked.

"Hey, freak! Did you force them to sit with you? Or do they just feel bad?" Your attention is turned to some random teen you've seen in passing- he was mocking your wings. Not a pleasant guy. Jean just rolls her eyes at him, while Kurt sits looking uncomfortable. Jubilee and Scott are glaring at him, and you're- well...

"Oi! Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" you holler at him. This garners the attention of some nearby students who are now whispering to each other. The teen scoffs and rolls his eyes, "Oh, is this your little guard dog? How cute!" he mockingly coos. Your mind is racing a mile a minute but you keep yourself under control, and calmly walk over to him. The students are gathering closer now, curious to what's going to happen next.

The teen sizes you up and gets in your face, "You mad, doggy? What're gonna do about it? Bark?" You smile sweetly at him, and then swing you're tail underneath his legs. He immediately falls backwards but you catch to collar of his shirt and bring him close, "If you ever, and I mean ever" you bringing him closer "come near my friends again, I won't be here to catch you. Got it?" He nods vigorously. You smile sweetly and let him stumble backwards. "There's a good doggy." you mock as you turn back to your friends.

Sadly, the universe was not on your side, as Professor McCoy calls for you and the teen to follow him to the headmasters office.

...Well, shit.

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School sucks, you think as you walk to the office. One moment you're defending your friend against some dickwad and the next you're being escorted to the headmasters office, which is complete bullshit! Sure Jean could handle herself on her own, but she shouldn't have to! Everyone deserves a friend who has their back. And maybe a little bit of your reaction was because you were sick of being treated like an animal, but who could blame you?

Before you realize, Professor McCoy is knocking on the Professors door- you wonder if they had to battle for who got the title of "The Professor"- and he opens it, closing it after the three of you are inside. Professor Xavier looks up blindly before a flash of recognition sparks in his eyes, so he sits up straighter and looks more serious. Glancing beside you, it looks like the teen (who's name you learn to be Doug) is playing the innocent lamb while you get the part of the Big Bad Wolf. Lovely.

"Can anyone care to tell me why you're here?" the Professor asks, looking between you two. Doug responds scarily quickly "Yeah, that asshole attacked me for no fucking reason!" Your eyebrows raise a bit- he couldn't have tried made his story a bit believable? The Professor sharply turns to him "Mr. Carol, I do not appreciate that tome of voice." Doug squirms a bit where he stands as the Professor continues "Now please, could you elaborate?"

Doug starts to tell a story how he was leaning against a tree reading a book, when you walked up to him and got up in his face and pushed him to the ground. Which is complete bullshit, but you wouldn't let that show. The Professor takes this in and the  turns to you, and tells you to recount your side of the story. You glance at Doug and start "Well, I was sitting with my friends, when Doug walked by and called Jean a freak. I got mad at him and shouted at him, so he called me a dog multiple time, so I told him to leave me and my friends alone and went to sit back down- that was when Professor McCoy interfered.

Doug glares at me while the Professor frowns. He exchanged glances with the other professor who come to some sort of silent agreement. "It seems clear who is in the right. Doug, you will attend detention during lunchtime for the next two weeks-" Doug turns red and immediately storms out the office, slamming the door on his way out. Dramatic.

The Professor raises an eyebrow and turns to you "Y/N, you will be in detention after school today. I understand wanting to defend your friends, but that wasn't the way to go about it. You may leave now." You nod and turn for the door, pausing and turning back. "Professor, I'm sorry for acting out. It won't happen again." He smiles and you softly and responds "I know, Y/N. Now go, I can hear your friends thoughts from here." You giggle and walk out the door.

You practically sprint out to your friends, who are still waiting for you to come back. Jubilee grins at you and hugs you tightly "That was freaking awesome!" you blush and meekly smile at her. Everyone starts asking if you're ok, but through all the chaos you catch Jeans eye and give her a smile that she returns.

Yeah, you probably shouldn't have done that, and yeah you're fucking exhausted, but it's worth it to see the smile on their faces.

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Late at night, you sit up straight on the couch you were lazing on and exclaim to youself "Damn Summers never gave me my fucking cookies!"

#xmen #charles xavier x teen!reader #hank mccoy x teen!reader #kurt wagner x teen!reader #scott summers x teen!reader #jean grey x teen!reader #jubilation lee x teen!reader #teen!reader #x reader #insert reader #toothless!reader

[tvintedspvrkmoved]

hi hello for all of the new followers / people unsure what's going on with emma's new "canon" here's the spark notes ( bearing in mind that literally any of this can be changed around to fit threads / verses / plots with no issue ; this is just the story as it exists in the little teen wolf universe i've built on this page ) :

emma is a beta werewolf and the younger sister to lydia martin , one grade below her and the main group of teenagers in season one

after lydia's scratch " didn't " turn her , emma was bitten by peter hale as sort of a fucked up science experiment. he cornered her and two boys ( each on separate occasions ) ; emma and one of the boys were bitten , the other scratched as lydia had been.

one of the boys rejected the bite entirely and passed , while the one who'd been scratched , caleb miller , turned successfully and joined peter in his short-lived quest for power - until derek killed peter and left the boy an omega for several months ( more on him to come ).

emma wanted nothing to do with peter - especially after being turned - and was effectively an omega as well until derek became an alpha.

unlike scott and caleb , emma joined derek and accepted him as her new alpha fairly quickly - more out of a sense of self preservation and fear of remaining an omega any longer than any genuine desire to be around him. it wasn't until isaac , boyd , and erica came along that she put any kind of legitimate trust into him , though with the whole pack together she eventually warmed up and began to see them all as a family. once she was sure of her own connection , she ended up convincing caleb to hear derek out and essentially recruited him into the pack.

it was during this time that she found herself out alone in the woods one afternoon , picking up the scent that led to her wolf eyes turning blue. derek kept a level head and helped her through the immediate shock and trauma of the situation , and though she still hasn't forgiven herself she credits him for preventing her from doing anything drastic due to the guilt.

while none of the teen wolf characters i WRITE have died , the hale pack did lose boyd , and the blow was devastating.

"canonically" , emma is currently a member of the hale pack consisting of derek hale ( alpha ) , laura hale ( revival story tbd ) , cora hale , riley hale , isaac lahey , erica reyes , emma martin , caleb miller , paige krasikeva , and technically peter hale as well as emmett hale ( backstory tbd ) - though they live more as father - son omegas than active members of the pack. the hale and mccall packs are friendly , often meeting all together as they generally have similar ideals / goals in mind.

#[ 𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 . ] #[ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐩 . // 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 ] #[ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 . // 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 ] #{ EVERY WORD I WRITE ABOUT THIS BITCH I LOVE HER MORE AND MORE } #{ this basically just became a full bio but i'll edit / expand / make a bio post with the fancy graphics and such at some point soon }

[maria021015]

“I hate first days. Have I ever told you how much I hate first days?” she whined to her older brother, reaching across the island bench to steal a slice of buttered toast from his plate and take a large bite

“Only almost every year.” Xander regarded her with an arched brow. People had always said that she and Xander didn’t look alike. A passing sibling resemblance, sure. They both had dark brown hair (though his was almost black), the same Grecian straight bridged nose, the same olive skin, same full lips, same almond-shaped eyes, but that was where the resemblance stopped. Where Zaida was short with a soft, curvaceous figure, Xander was tall and lithe with muscles honed from years of training. Where Zaida had eyes hued with green, amber, and chestnut, Xander’s were so dark they could be black. Where Zaida’s hair twisted and fell in waves, Xander’s was straight. Perhaps it came from the fact that he was nine years older than her.

“Remind me why we moved to this shitty little town again?” she huffed, words muffled and distorted by a mouthful of food.

“Because you decided to apply for deputy positions on my behalf - behind my back, might I add - and this ‘shitty little town’ wanted to hire me.” he shot her a pointed look.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she waved him off and finished her toast with a toothy grin. “I’m so sorry. Getting a promotion must have been awful for you.”

The truth was, she was happy to be here, even if only for Xander’s sake. Her brother had been twenty when their parents had died, attending his third year of college where he had been studying Law, like their father. The incompetence of the officers handling their parents’ case was what had propelled him into a completely different direction. He had started training immediately, collecting all the necessary qualifications to become a police officer. It took him a year to go through the extensive recruitment process, but in the end he made it. Xander always succeeded at whatever he put his mind to, and Xander never stopped at the bottom. He always climbed to the top. Zaida knew he wanted to go for deputy, and then senior deputy, then sergeant, then lieutenant, and so on and so forth until, eventually, he’d be sheriff. Zaida also knew he would never have gone for the position himself.

When their parents died he was ineligible for custody - he had no job at the time and couldn’t support her - so she had gone to live with her father’s parents in San Francisco. When he was finally an officer, he fought tooth and nail to gain custody of her. It had taken another year to have everything finalised. His career, his ambitions, his whole life; he had put it all on hold for her. To take care of her. He shouldn’t have had to do that. He deserved better. So she had taken matters into her own hands.

“I thought I could give you a ride to school today. My shift doesn’t start until later.” He offered, finishing his own breakfast and rising from the kitchen stool to slide the dirty plate into the sink.

“You could have told me that before I woke up early to walk,” Zaida exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air dramatically. Lost sleep was a tragedy of the highest order.

“If you were planning on walking,” he glanced down at his watch nonchalantly. “You’d be late for your meeting with the principal. It’d take you an hour to walk from here, and it’s already seven.”

“You already knew I’d be late, didn’t you?” she tilted her head and raised a brow at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I know you, Zay, and that’s why I knew you would convince yourself it would only take ten minutes to get ready, and wake up at the latest possible time. When actually, you take about half an hour to get ready.” he shrugged and his forced expression of disappointment cracked and gave way to a grin.

“Twenty-five minutes, tops.” she shook her head defiantly. “Fifteen, on a good day.”

“Fifteen minutes, thirty, either way, you’d still be…” Xander picked up his keys from the bench with a clatter.

“Late,” she interrupted and followed him on his path to the entrance door. “Yes, I know. Where are you going?”

“To take you to school?” he dangled the keys noisily in front of her face as he unlocked the heavy wooden door.

“It’ll take like fifteen minutes to drive there? School doesn’t start until eight?” She pushed his hand away and scrunched her brows in confusion.

“Well then I am going to introduce you to a concept you’ve clearly never experienced before.” he began sarcastically.

“And what’s that?” she drawled, trudging along behind him lazily, her heavy boots scraping against the carpet of the apartment building hallway.

“Being early.” Xander flashed her his winning smile and Zaida groaned.

#Xander Callis #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fanfic #Zaida Callis #stiles x oc #stiles stilinski #stiles #female original character #female oc #lydia martin #scott mccall #allison argent #isaac lahey #derek hale #malia tate #kira yukimura #rising tides #dylan obrien

[cookstorys]

𝙶𝚘𝚗𝚎

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Character- Stiles Stilinski

Show/Movie- Teen Wolf

Warning- Ik I said I’ll make more happy stuff but this is from my wattpad acc

Females dni

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he couldn't save you in time. Stiles always knew one day you were going to figure out about the pack but he just wanted to have a normal relationship with you for a while. Then, that while turned into a year and that year turned into two years. He knew at one point that keeping this from you was going to bite him in the ass later but not this hard.

"Be careful, you know how dark my streets get at night," Stiles said as he walked you to your car. "You know I will." You turned around to give him a peck on the lips. You turned back around to unlock your car door and start the engine. As you pulled out of the driveway you saw Stiles still waiting outside which normally he would have been inside by now but you quickly pushed that thought in the back of your mind to focus on the road.

Stiles couldn't shake off this feeling that something bad was going to happen. He tried to convince you to stay before because the full moon was tonight but you urged that you needed to be home tonight. As you drove a dark creature stepped in front of your car. You jerked your car wheel to the left to not hit the creature. Your car kept rolling as it fell down the hill. It finally came to a stop on its side when a tree hit the center of its roof. Leaving you unconscious and bleeding from your head.

——-Next morning——

Stiles had been worried all morning. He woke up to call you and you didn't answer which wasn't like you at all. He called your mom/father/parents and they said you hadn't arrived home last night. He called the police station to fill in a missing person report but his dad said he had to be gone for at least 48 hours.

Stiles had waited long enough already and he couldn't wait for another 24 hours so he grabbed his keys and went looking for himself. As he rode he saw your license plate on the ground. He pulled over to the side and got out to pick up the plate. He looked around for any other sign and that's when he saw the opening between the trees. He ran toward the opening to look down the hill and see you're [color] [car]. He carefully slid down the hill while pulling out his phone in a rush.

He walked over to the front to see if you were ok but he only saw you slowly but surely drifting off to sleep. "No, no, no, [name] baby please stay with me. C'mon, stay up." He said as he banged on the car to wake you up which didn't even affect you in the slightest. He dialed 911 and told them his location, problem, and name. When they told him they were on their way he hung up and tried to keep you awake. "Please [name] you can't leave me, I need you here with me. Please don't go I can't live without you. Please baby boy," Stiles said as he slightly banged the window of the car. That woke you up enough to give you a chance to mumbled a slight "tall, dark animal." Before falling asleep again.

——-7 hour later——-

By now the authorities had shown up and taken control of the situation. You had been in surgery for the past 5 hours. Stiles couldn'tstop thinking about what you said. What did you mean by "tall, dark animal." His mind went straight towards werewolf but every pack said they kept control of themselves all night. "You should go home, Stiles." Scott appeared beside him. "What? No, I'm fine." Stiles said biting his nails while rapidly tapping his foot. "Stiles, I agree with Scott you should go home," Lydia said in an innocent, sweet tone in her voice as she put her hand on his knees.

He looked at her than her hand before pushing her hand off his knees. "I said I'm fine" He spat at them with nothing but venom in his voice. "Stiles," Melissa said to catch his attention. Stiles looked up almost immediately with hope filling his eyes as he walked towards her. "Is [name] ok?" Stiles asked. Melissa's eyes quickly dropped. "I didn't want you to hear this from anyone else but me. Stiles, [name] didn't make it about time you found him it was too late his brain had too many blood clots. It's said to believe he died 2 hours into the crash. I'm so sorry Stiles." Stiles couldn't process this, how could the only person he promised to keep safe die in his arms, It wasn't fair, god no it wasn't fair.

"Can I see him?" Stiles asked. He at least wanted to see his lover one last time. "I'm sorry no one's allowed to him right now." "I want to see him. Now!" Stiles was getting angrier by every second. "Stiles calm down-" "NO, I WANT TO SEE HIM! LET ME SEE HIM NOW! I WANT TO SEE HIM ONE LAST TIME! PLEASE! NO, STOP IT!" He continued to yell by now everyone was staring and guards had to come and carry him out. Then, he stopped, he just stopped and let it soak in that you were gone forever.

#stiles stilinski #teen wolf #gay #male reader #angst #i’m so sorry

[loquaciousquark]

4-Sided Dive Highlights - Critical Role C3 up to E43 (Jan. 3, 2023)

What are timeliness and punctuality, really? A construct of the oppressive bourgeoisie, that's what. Regardless, we join Ashley, Travis, Sam, and Liam on tonight's episode. Sam wins host with a natural 20 and immediately misses his spot. The opening schtick requires Sam to read the rest of the prompter as Drunk Jimmy Stewart and watching him struggle with the impression is hilarious in and of itself.

What the Fuck is Up With That? Everyone enjoyed hanging out with the Gorgynei. Travis likes that they aren't all werewolves. He clarifies that when Chetney turned into a werewolf, the Claret Order in that area came to him and said, "This was not a planned thing, so you need to learn to control this immediately or we will end you." People uncontrollably changing and spreading the curse gives them a bad name. What if a werewolf bites a werebear?

Liam would be a were-rat in real life. Sam wants to be a were-eagle.

Everyone loved the fight against Chetney. Travis: "Everyone should have at least one moment in their lives where Matt Mercer leans across the table and hands you a piece of paper that's just instructions to fuck up the rest of the table." It was titled Chetney Unleashed! and gave him 60 extra hit points, the frightening howl, and three legendary actions. Ashley wonders if he'll get there in base character campaign. Liam also loves getting to fight the party, no holds barred. Travis generally feels like the group fights in sync, but in that moment he felt like "I can't read their minds anymore! I'm disconnected from the flow!"

Travis had a tiny plastic werewolf of Wolf Man he used to bring to church with him on Sundays. Ashley is indignant he never named him. "He's a killer, Ashley. You don't give him names." He used to get up early on Saturdays to watch the Teen Wolf cartoon and colored his skin brown with magic marker to simulate fur and taped fake claws to his fingers.

Orym's sword upgraded! He has a tiny bit of additional range and some grasping vine abilities. Seedling: The Wayward Pilgrim.

Everyone is wearing blue except for Liam. Cute!

Travis always gets tripped up when Mercer reveals a secret such as Predathos which he's been building to for years. Planerider Ryn was mentioned in the original Tal'Dorei campaign guide, then had her sanctum visited by the M9 in C2, where Luc got killed. Sam is convinced they're getting into alien, intergalactic stuff for this world now. Liam gets genuinely giddy talking about the intertwining of dunamancy, the mesh net around Ruidus, and the threads of fate.

Liam thinks dunamancy is part of existence itself, but the beacons might be "rabbit pellets" of Predathos shot out when he arrived. Is Predathos Galactus, eater of worlds?

Dani comes on to straighten out lore! Early iterations of the Exandrian creation myth implied that the gods and primordials never got along--while they coexisted, there was always some animosity. Later, with the schism/Calamity, the Prime Deities went to open war against the primordials and betrayer gods in order to protect creation. This new suggestion that everyone fought together against Predathos at some point is an exciting reveal, and that two of them were devoured by Predathos is very alarming.

What is Bell's Hells going to do with this information? They're so new to even interplanar travel that the idea of inter-deity warfare is beyond them.

Sam talks about his conflict between wanting to learn more about himself in Yios and the group's time pressure elsewhere. Everyone laughs at the poor secretary getting bribed, even unintentionally, into helping them.

Liam originally thought that someone got up to the moon ages ago and built the city after it was created, but now he's not sure. Instead, he wonders if it's part of a city which just got chunked up from Exandria when creating the moon in the first place. Dani posits that everyone on the moon is a worshipper of Predathos (Predathans) because since worship gives a god its power, you don't want worshipers of a god-eater running around outside the mesh net, strengthening it on the main continent. If new people have begun worshipping him with flares, occasionally teleporting themselves to the moon, that might be strengthening Ruidus and causing the changes we're seeing that may be making Predathos stronger. Liam is sure that if someone exploded Milwaukee into space, the city would survive.

Sam and Ashley both are desperate to go to the moon. Ashley wonders if they're mining the moon. BASA? Bells Aeronautics Space Administration?

Otohan used to follow the Duskmaven, but appears to no longer do so. Ethedok used to oversee darkness and winter; Vordo used to oversee fate and order. After those gods were eaten, their realms were combined into the fate and death/darkness domains of the previous god of the dead, prior to the Raven Queen ascending.

Liam finds real gambling very boring; the other three gamble for fun. Liam has no interest in getting good at reading people; he'd rather take his $80 and go see a show. Laura apparently loves to gamble (craps, Sic Bo Dragon). Travis is not allowed within a mile of Laura when she's gambling; he's a cooler for her! Ha! Once he came up to her while she was on a hot craps run and the dice immediately threw snake eyes. Ashley has played War at Vegas against the house and lost and won $20 in about fifteen seconds before leaving. Liam would rather buy a Switch.

The Tower of Inquiry! Travis approaches a very dangerously leaning tower. There is no, no, no way this is going to work. AND IT DOESN'T, DOWN IT COMES. Every time he doesn't score the most points in Quiplash, he must perform certain exercises. back to the tower: what genre of video game would your character enjoy? Orym: Soul Caliber. Fearne: The Sims, because she wants to control things. Chetney: Rollercoaster Tycoon. FCG: Duck Hunt or Hitman.

Sam doesn't know if FCG was successful at any of his assassinations and really wants to know.

Ashley pulls a block from the toppled six-inch tower and still almost knocks it over. Character's favorite Broadway musical? Chetney: Beauty and the Beast. FCG: Starlight Express, Orym: Billy Elliott. Fearne: Into the Woods or Hadestown.

Liam's block: Character's favorite reality TV show? (Ashley loves reality TV and and is loving Below Deck right now. "Downton Abbey, but for boats.") FCG: Couples Therapy. Chetney: Bob Ross. Sam: Not Bob Vila? Travis, as Chet: Don't give me that amateur shit! Orym: Ninja Warrior, American Gladiator, MXC.

The Deep Dive! What was the inspiration for Shithead? During character design, he was asked if FCG had a familiar. He thought perhaps he should since he kept shitting on other people's familiars, but once it was designed, he landed back on, "No, I HATE familiars," and gave the character to Matt. "I made this thing, I don't know what it is. Can you do something?" and Matt took it from there.

Liam loves magic after Caleb, so he's glad to have a bit of magic again. Since it wasn't a new/extant sword, he got to pick his own name. He was tossing around ideas of plants pollinating, of seeds being dispersed by the wind over great distances in order to start new life, and landed on Seedling.

In Fearne's eyes, Grandma can do no wrong. She genuinely believes Morri will help them without strings. Ashley didn't expect how much she enjoys actively coming up with ways to make everyone at the table squeamish. Matt and Aabria both helped create Morri--Ashley did have tons of input though. Lots of Fearne also came from ExU--she reflects some of Aabria's playfulness. Liam: "Nana is fucking dangerous." Ashley: "Noooooo!" Liam: "She is at BEST true neutral, right in the middle, and Fearne is her darling little Rapunzel child imp while she is dark, dark, dark and twisted."

Why was Ruidus affecting Chetney specifically? Travis has no idea. He can't tell if Predathos is growing in power or if it's a quality from the consumed deities. Is this a pulse, a harbinger of something to be unleashed? Chetney traditionally only transforms from a full Catha, and he normally maintains control the whole time; this was the first time Ruidus had forced him to change and had caused him to lose control.

FCG wants to do things like smell, love, and taste, so baking is meant to help them understand how taste works.

Block break, gosh dang it tumblr.

Chetney dissing Orym's wolf figurine went about as well as could be expected. Chet was very kind when Orym told him about Will, and he wanted to repay him with something Chetney valued. Liam did order a wooden wolf figurine from Etsy, but it was too good for both Orym's skill and compared to Travis's gifts, and now he feels weird about dragging this poor Etsy seller through the muck, so he's just going to keep it at home.

Ashley couldn't look Marisha in the eyes after a coin flip. She was depressed for a full week. She hated holding their lives in her hands. Having to do that has affected Fearne in a very big way (more protective); she's starting to learn how to experience human feelings. "This makes my stomach really anxious and I don't know why." After talking with Laudna, Ashley isn't sure if either she or Fearne feel better.

It's too early to tell if Chetney's beast is better tamed. Travis doesn't trust Mercer at all.

What's the deal with Imogen's weird fire alien? Exciting stuff!

What did FCG think of the Speak with Dead spell? It's super creepy and gets into soul stuff--if you can just talk to someone after you're dead, what does that mean? "What do I believe? I don't actually know yet!"

Orym, despite his high history, knows nothing about the history of other realms. His history comes from overhearing Exandrian conversations about local issues, not other-planar stuff. Sam: "For the record, I don't just willy-nilly choose which rules to follow or not. I just don't follow the stupid ones. Like luck. Luck's a stupid rule."

Fearne felt incredibly special that Laudna asked her to pass something on to her. Fearne has a fascination with what makes people tick, and getting to work on that with Laudna was special.

It hurt that Chet's original howl went unanswered. Still, Travis liked the metaphor. Alone, not enough; together, we start the party.

Tower of Inquiry: What would be your characters' Smash Ultimates? Boy, this is not the crew for this question. They immediately misinterpret it as to which character they would play. Orym: Princess Peach. Fearne: Bowser. Sam: Lucario, the first name he sees while Googling; Liam suggests Kirby; Sam suggests Rob. Chetney doesn't even try.

A minigame to preface the break: Sam, Name That Staff! He's been given a dossier with names and faces and he's worked closely with all of today's contestants. First crew member: a lovely fellow in teal shorts who's been an editor at CR for over four years. He talked with Sam for half an hour about Donkey Kong at the recent holiday party. Sam suggests: "Dave, or something with a D." Alas, it's Max Schapiro.

Contestant two: a TALL guy who's been a producer on the show for three years. "He burned his crotch while helping you do an ad read bit." Sam: "Eric?" No, no, it's Kyle.

Contestant three: it's Marisha. Just Marisha in a sweatshirt. Sam: "I feel like I should know this one. It's tip of my tongue. I know that you're one of the two women on the show. Two women? Maybe there's only one." Dani: "It's definitely three." Sam: "You're not Ashley, because Ashley's here on the show. It's a trick question. She doesn't work here." Marisha: "You were at my wedding!"

There is a very funny ad over the break featuring Travis and Laura in a straight-to-TV holiday romcom spoof.

Post-Break Shenanigans! Quiplash, for the first time for most of them, it looks like. FCG is desperate for guidance and has been reaching out to the Changebringer for guidance, but if she doesn't answer soon, he might start reaching out to other gods. After the first round, Travis has by far the most points.

Ashley is beyond excited about the potential to visit the Fey Realm and meet Nana. (Oof, I am behind on these, yikes.). After the second round, Sam is in the lead. Travis, as promised by Jenga, runs around the set shrieking like a little schoolgirl. However, he wins the last round and asks a question instead.

Travis was super grumpy after the first game of the M9 reunion because he so immediately lost his orb. He hated that he had to give up the fight.

Caleb in Liam's head is so "gasp, point" about everything going on with the Cerberus Assembly. Liam loves/hates every development.

Our last development: the lights cut out, and when we can see again, we are shocked, SHOCKED to see that the set broom has been broken bloodily in half and has a kitchen knife sticking out of it. Murder? On MY Critical Role set? To be continued, it seems...

And that's a wrap. Is it Thursday yet?

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