#THIS IS WHERE THE LIAM AND AIDEN THING STARTS

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🔞 Piano Training 🔞

Fandom: High School Story (Original Trilogy)

Pairings: Aiden Zhou x Evie Ayana (female HSS MC)

Characters: Aiden Zhou, Evie Ayana (female HSS MC)

Rating: E

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Minors DNI

Additional Tags: Erotic Roleplay, Professor-Student Implications, Power Imbalance Implications, Hand Fixation, Finger Fixation, Anal Fingering, Pegging/Strap-on Usage, Maledom, Powerbottom Aiden Zhou

Word Count: 4,226

Summary: Aiden and Evie do an erotic rolplay scenario, involving Aiden training Evie's fingers for piano-playing using a very unorthodox method.

A/N: My first smut on this site. I've actually written smut of these two before, I've just been too nervous to share it here lol.

Disclaimer: While finger strength and dexterity is indeed important for being able to play the piano, IDK a goddamn thing about learning piano and so I have no idea if any of the sexy stuff Evie and Aiden do in the fic would actually enhance piano playing skills. I did try my best to look up certain facts when appropriate, but seeing of course that this is an erotic roleplay, any obvious bullshit I make up is obviously not meant to be taken seriously lol.

Tags: @choicesmc / @lover-also-fighter-also / @lilyoffandoms / @where-the-wind-travels / @gaiuskamilah / @loreofyore / @tessa-liam / @dutifullynuttywitch  

Aiden sat on his piano bench with his legs crossed, facing the door of his music room as he waited patiently for his newest piano student. He drummed his fingers lightly on the bench, occasionally checking his watch. 

Soon enough, the prospective protégé entered the room.

“Welcome, Ms. Ayana,” A gentle smile– serious, yet welcoming– grew on his face. “Are you ready for your piano lesson?”

Evie barely heard him as she took in his outfit. The grey argyle sweater vest that fit nicely over the subtle contours of his chest, over a simple black necktie and a white button up with sleeves rolled up to the biceps. The dark grey slacks that hugged his hips, ass, and legs oh-so-perfectly, paired with a sleek black leather belt. And a pair of black oxford shoes to top it all off. 

It was an ensemble he’d worn so many times, yet the way it enticed her never wore thin. Semi-subconsciously, Evie reached down towards her crotch, feeling the bulge of her strap-on under her jeans. The base tickled her clit as she gently pressed against it.

“Ms. Ayana?” he tilted his head sideways, maintaining his serious demeanor. Evie quickly retracted her hand from her crotch, while also noticing how his pupils had grown, how his cheeks had turned pale red. 

“Yes?” she answered, meeting his eyes.

“Are you ready for your piano lesson?”

“I am, indeed.”

“Good. Now, how about you start off by showing me what you know?”

“I… I’m afraid I don’t have any experience. I was wondering if you could teach me, Professor Zhou.”

“You can just call me ‘Mr. Zhou’. You don’t need to call me Profess…” 

He took a moment to repeat Evie’s words in his head a couple of times. Evie raised an eyebrow at him. 

Then, his lips started to curl into a sly grin. 

“Actually… ‘Professor Zhou’ is fine.”

“Alright…” Evie quivered slightly, feeling her heart and her clit jump. “So, uh… you’d be happy to teach me?”

“Of course. That’s my job, isn’t it?”

“Yeah… so what do I do first?”

“Before you do anything… let me examine your fingers.” 

Aiden got up off the piano bench and headed towards Evie, taking both of her hands in his and running his fingers over her palms and fingertips. Her heart fluttered at his firm yet gentle touch, relishing in the familiar tenderness, the way his eyes seemed to darken at the mere sight of her hands. And knowing what it was slowly leading to… made her blood start to rush lower.

But as she spoke to Aiden, she put on a quizzical expression, raising an eyebrow at him. “Wh-what are you examining my fingers for?”

“I’m assessing your piano experience. It definitely does not seem like you have much of it. Or any instrument experience, for that matter.”

“You’re correct. I don’t know any instruments.”

“Well, you came here to learn piano, right? So that’s what we’re going to focus on. However…”

Evie felt her heart thumping faster. 

“Hm?”

“Before we have you attempting to play the piano, I think it’s important we test your finger strength first.”

Evie tensed, forcibly suppressing a very shallow gasp as her clit gave a particularly hard throb against the base of her strap-on, sending a wave of excitement through her body. “How come?”

Aiden held her fingers in his hands, caressing them and subconsciously squeezing them. “Playing the piano requires a great amount of finger strength and dexterity. A lot of instruments do, but especially the piano. If I can assess how good your fine motor skills are, I can figure out how to best train you on this instrument.” 

“Sounds good. So, what’s my first exercise?”

“We’ll start easy, but each of these little exercises will increase in difficulty,” Aiden reluctantly let go of her hands, and then stepped back. “First… remove my sweater.”

Evie almost grinned, but just barely suppressed it. Instead, she widened her eyes. 

“You want me to…?”

“Yes. Pull it off. It should be easy, shouldn’t it?”

Evie took in his unwavering expression, feeling a small tingle in her lower regions. She inhaled deeply, then nodded. As she took hold of the hem of his sweater, though, she got a brief glimpse of the growing bulge in his slacks. But she paid it no mind as she peeled off his sweater vest. 

“What next?” she asked.

“Undo the buttons on…” he paused. “Actually, before that… remove my belt and pants.”

Damn, already? Nevertheless, Evie bent down and quickly undid his belt buckle, pulled the belt out from the loops in his slacks, then unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks. She let the pants drop down around Aiden’s ankles, revealing opaque black lace panties and solid black knee-high crew socks underneath. 

“I think these exercises are a bit too easy…” she said, as her eyes roamed over his hips and legs. 

Aiden pulled himself out of his pants and smirked at her. “Don’t speak too soon. You need to undo my tie next. And I don’t just mean loosening it enough to remove– I mean untying it completely.”

Evie quivered again at his tone. “That shouldn’t be too hard…” 

She got to work– gently loosening the knot, pulling out the short end a bit, pulling out the long end completely with her thumb and forefinger, looping it back, and finally pulling it out. She stepped back, letting the tie hang over Aiden’s shoulders, under the collar of his shirt. His eyes widened. 

“Very good…” Aiden said. “You do have quite the skills…”

“I tend to wear suits to formal events, so I do have a bit of experience with neckties. I won’t lie, though… untying it can be a pain in the ass.”

“But with enough practice, it becomes less so, doesn’t it?”

“Exactly.”

“It’s much the same with learning any skill, piano included.”

“Oh, definitely. So what’s next?”

“Now we’re getting into a truly challenging exercise. I want you to unbutton my shirt…”

“That’s it?”

“...and I want you to try and undo each button in a row. To be able to go from one button to the next, in smooth succession.”

“...oh…” 

“Watch here.”

Aiden sat down at the piano and played some of the first few scales of Für Elise , the twinkling of the keys filling the room. But as she took in the gentle and pleasant melody, her eyes soon roamed away from his hands, and down to his ass on the piano bench. 

When he was finished, he stood back up and turned to Evie. 

“Did you see how my fingers moved across the keys?”

“I… I did, yes.” No, no she didn’t. But of course, having known Aiden for nearly five years now, she was more than familiar with the elegant manner in which his hands glid across the piano keys when he played. “It hardly looked like your hands even stopped moving.”

“Exactly. Being able to play the notes in smooth succession like that is an acquired skill. And to acquire it… obviously, you have to practice it, train the muscle memory. It takes work, so don’t be upset if you don’t get it right the first time.”

“Got it. So when should I start?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

Evie took a brief moment to herself. Then, she reached up and began undoing each of his buttons in a row– holding each part of the fabric in each hand and pulling the hole over the button. Most of the buttons went out fairly smoothly, but for a few of them, it took Evie a little longer to open. 

After she undid the last button, she withdrew her hands, letting his shirt hang open to expose his chest and stomach. She took a brief moment to gaze at his features before turning her head up to him. 

“How was that, Professor?”

“For a beginner, you did quite well. You, of course, need more practice, but you seem to be on the right track,” he grinned broadly at her. 

“Yay!” Evie bounced up and down a little. 

“And keep in mind, if you do practice it more, you’ll soon realize a big factor of these particular sorts of skills is barely having to think about what you’re doing. When you train the muscle memory well enough, you should be able to go through the necessary hand and finger movement patterns by pure instinct, without even having to think about which one comes next. That’s the key to undoing buttons or playing certain notes in smooth succession.”

“Awesome… so are we gonna practice that some more?”

“Actually… we’re onto the final exercise.”

Evie felt her face heat up, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it. “And what is that?”

“Before we train your fine muscle memory skills on the piano, I want to do something a little more focused on… stamina .” Aiden smirked again, seemingly holding back a smile. “It’s just as important to be able to work the keys without getting tired or sore.” 

“And what will my exercise be for that?”

“Allow me to show you.”

Aiden closed the third highest button of his shirt and then tied the hanging pieces together into a knot just under his chest, covering his tits while fully exposing his stomach. Then he hooked his thumbs into his panties and pushed them down, letting them fall to the floor and freeing his slightly-dripping erection. Evie drew in a sharp gasp, and didn’t even bother to suppress it this time. 

“Is something the matter, Ms. Ayana?”

“N-no, just… what exactly is my next exercise?”

“I’m about to show you. First… you’ll need this.” 

Aiden stepped out of his underwear, then went to his discarded slacks and fished out a small tube of lubricant from the pocket. He returned to Evie and handed the tube to her. 

“Since when did people use lubricant for playing the piano? Wouldn’t that be incredibly messy?”

“No. You’re going to be working your fingers…” Aiden turned around and bent over the piano, his chest hovering just above the keys. Then he reached back and gestured to his fully-exposed, well-prepped asshole. “...in here .”

Evie quivered, her legs trembling slightly. 

“You mean… inside…?”

“Yes. Inside.”

“How will this help with–”

“I’ll show you. Sit on the piano bench and put your index finger in…”

Evie took ragged, shallow breaths, as she sat and then brought the tip of her finger at his opening…

“Ms. Ayana, lube!”

“Right! Sorry!”

Evie opened the bottle and poured a generous amount of lube over Aiden’s hole, making him shiver as some of the slick, cool fluid spilled down his taint and his balls. 

“Okay… now may I put it in?”

“Yes, now.”

Feeling her clit throbbing, Evie brought her finger back to his entrance and pushed in. 

“O- oh ~” Aiden gasped, his body tensing and his hands almost gripping the piano as Evie’s finger slid all the way into him with ease. 

“Am I doing it right, Professor Zhou?”

“Y-yeah you… are…”

“Are you feeling alright, Professor?”

“More than alright… don’t worry about me…”

“If you say so. So what do I do next?”

“Now curl your finger down until I tell you…”

Evie did as told, pushing her finger down until she felt the small, familiar bump of his prostate. Aiden let out a soft, choked moan, tightening around her. Evie inhaled, feeling her head spin. 

“I-is… is that it…?”

Aiden nodded. “Yes… j-just like that, E– M-Ms. Ayana…” 

“Now what…?”

“That… that spot you feel in there? Keep pressing on it with your finger, as many times as you can and as hard as you can, until I tell you to stop.”

Evie wasted no time at all. She thrust her finger into him, over and over again. Aiden bit his lip and drew in a sharp breath. 

“...am I doing it right?”

“Y-yeah… keep going…”

Evie kept going, repeating the movements. Aiden arched his back, instantly bringing her gaze to his round ass. She began thrusting in just a little bit harder, dragging the pad of her finger against his spot, just how she knew he liked it. Aiden gripped the edge of the piano tightly, tensing. Every sound he let out– every gasp, moan, whimper– seemed to come out as only strained grunts and squeaks. 

“How am I doing, Professor?” Evie asked, still pumping her finger into him. 

“Very good. Your st-stamina is incredible…”

She grinned. “Thank you! But… my finger is getting a bit sore…”

“That’s understandable. Your hands are… definitely not going to be poised like this when you play an actual piano. But for now… would you like to switch fingers? Perhaps use your middle and ring fingers for the rest of this practice session?”

“Yes, please!”

Evie withdrew her index finger, and drizzled a bit of extra lubricant onto her middle and ring fingers, before pushing them into Aiden. A small “ Ah~ ” escaped his lips as her fingers stretched him, and it all made Evie’s heart race. 

“May I continue?” she asked. 

“You may, indeed.”

Evie resumed fingerfucking Aiden, but with more ferocity. With every thrust in, she pressed her fingers hard against his prostate, curling them slightly. Aiden managed to remain mostly still, but every so often, he would tense, or arch his back a bit more, or continue letting out those delectable little sounds. Even just one of these reactions seemed to prompt Evie to move her fingers faster, harder. 

Zeroed in on her boyfriend, she reached her left hand up and placed it on his smooth asscheek, holding him tight. Aiden let out a soft moan at her touch as she continued to–

“Miss Ayana! ” Aiden turned his head back towards her with a piercing glare. His voice was loud, clear, almost sharp. Evie jumped in her seat slightly and quickly looked up to meet him, pausing her movements.

“Huh? Wha- what’s wrong…?” 

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Uh… I, uh…”

“This is a formal piano training session. Try to control your hands, would you? Such inappropriate behavior in this setting is not allowed.”

“Y-yes, A- Professor…”

Evie removed her hand from his ass and brought it down between her legs, discreetly fondling her bulge as she resumed thrusting her fingers. Aiden turned his head away again.

She carried on fingering him, and soon, Aiden’s breathing became quicker and heavier. 

“Y-you’re… almost done, Evie…”

Evie’s heart pounded in excitement. She pumped her fingers faster, while lightly brushing her thumb against his taint. He tightened around her, and that only made her speed up even more. Aiden leaned down and against the piano, making notes ring out together in oddly delightful dissonance as his chest pressed against center keys. 

“Professor…?”

“K-keep going…! D-don’t stop until I tell you…”

She did as told, keeping her fingers moving, not stopping for anything. Little by little, Aiden’s moans began to slip out more and more, and soon enough…

“Evieeee-!!!”

Aiden tensed up and climaxed with a long cry. Evie continued thrusting her fingers, massaging hard against his prostate and his taint, causing him to cum even harder and make even more of a mess of the floor beneath. She wiggled in her seat a bit as she watched him, her strap-on shifting against her, making her let out soft grunts and moans. 

Shortly later, Aiden panted softly as his body began to relax.

“You may… remove your fingers, now…”

Evie withdrew her fingers. After catching his breath, Aiden stood up and turned to face her.

“How’d I do… Professor?”

Aiden gleamed at her.

“Fantastic, Ms. Ayana. Especially for a beginner. I already have a feeling that you’ll become an exceptional piano player. 

“With a piano teacher like you? I’ll surely become great, without a doubt~”

A hint of blush grew on Aiden’s cheeks. 

“Of course, we still have to exercise the rest of your fingers… but that can wait. I think you deserve a break. Or even…” he tilted his head slightly, now with a more sly grin. “...perhaps, a prize. For being such an exceptional student today.”

“Oh yeah? And what would that prize be?”

Aiden smirked at her, before leaning down, cupping her face in his hands, and pulling in for a deep, almost ferocious kiss. Evie moaned into the kiss, and gasped loudly once he broke it.

“Professor Zhou!” she gave him a huge, wide-eyed stare, trying her hardest not to smile. “Isn’t this… well… kind of inappropriate? You are my teacher, after all…”

“...well…” 

Aiden hesitated for a moment, blushing softly as he began searching for his next words. But soon enough, they came to him, and his grin returned. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

Evie smiled back at him. “... Fuck no.”

Aiden climbed over Evie, straddling her lap on the piano bench, and pressed his lips to hers as he kissed her hungrily. Her hands gripped his waist, and quickly slid down, feeling his hips and then landing on his ass. She gave his plump cheeks a firm *squeeeeze* . Aiden let out a melodious moan, still kissing her.

“Sorry, I figured that… that would be… more acceptable, now…” Evie panted, speaking between kisses.

“It is, indeed, don’t worry.”

“Oh yeah? Hmm… then what about this?”

She moved her hand away, before bringing it against his ass with a splitting *SMACK!* . Aiden yelped, jolting a little, and Evie could feel his cock twitch against her stomach. 

“Th-that’s acceptable, too. And it’s also convincing me you’d be a fantastic percussionist as well.”

“I… might be interested in learning that, too~” Evie slapped both of her hands against Aiden’s asscheeks– more lightly this time, but still enough such that she could hear him gasp and feel his cock jump again. 

“I’d be… more than happy to train you. But for now, let’s focus on your prize. Alright?”

“Sure…”

“Now, how about we take this to the couch, where it’ll be more comfortable for what I have planned?”

“Oh, yes, please.”

Aiden climbed up off of Evie. He retrieved the tube of lube, then took her by the hand and led her to the couch. She laid down on it on her back, and Aiden reached for the front of her jeans. 

“Professor…”

“This is my prize to you. Let me take care of it.”

Evie nodded, and relaxed on the couch as Aiden undid her fly. Evie lifted her hips up, allowing Aiden to pull down her jeans and boxers, and finally release her neon-purple silicone cock from its restraints. Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest as Aiden drew his attention to her cock, his eyes darkening at the very sight. 

Wasting no more time, Aiden climbed onto the couch, straddling Evie’s legs and sitting just in front of her cock. She looked up quizzically, as he took her cock in his hand and gently stroked it, up and down. 

“Ahh…” Evie gasped, the base of the strap-on massaging against her. “You have… quite the talented hands, Professor Zhou.”

He grinned softly. “What else did you expect from a years-long musical genius?”

Aiden began gently rubbing her up and down. At first, she relaxed onto the couch, gasping and sighing and relishing the sensations. But barely even minutes later, she was squirming and looking at Aiden pleadingly. He didn’t notice, though, and only continued to jerk her off. Evie tilted her head, in the hopes that he’d notice, but to no avail. 

“Um, Professor…?”

Aiden finally met her gaze. “Yes?”

“Are we… um… not to be rude, but… uh–”

“Is this all your prize was going to be? No. Don’t worry, it’s going to be quite a bit more than just this.”

“O-okay… uh…”

“And you’re going to get it right now.”

Aiden pulled out the bottle of lube and drizzled some onto Evie’s cock. Then he lifted his hips up and moved forward, positioning his entrance over the tip. Evie bit her lip in anticipation, her heart pounding so hard it was almost sure to burst.

Aiden looked down towards her. “Are you ready?”

“Hurry up… please…”

Aiden slipped his hands under Evie’s shirt, sliding them over her toned stomach as he began to lower himself down, taking her all in. He bit his lip, trying but failing to hold back a moan, as he was slowly filled up by Evie’s cock. 

“Fuck…” she gasped. 

Aiden settled himself on her lap, sighing contentedly as he completely enveloped her. He gently massaged his fingers over her stomach, tracing the bumps and grooves of her washboard abs. His eyes met hers, his gaze half-lidded and tender, yet twinkling with a hint of mischievousness.

“You feel so good, Ms. Ayana…”

Evie grinned giddily at him, facing him back with a delightful little sparkle in her eyes. “A-as do you~” 

Evie reached up to Aiden’s waist and caressed down, over his hips and ass. Aiden inhaled deeply, chest rising, as he took in the sight and feeling of his student under him. Especially that damn smile on her face. The same damn smile she always had when she was under him. The one that made all his insecurities and worries seem to melt away. The smile that said “I trust you”. 

And just then, to accompany this smile, Evie gave his ass a firm *squeeze* that said “Hurry the hell up already, dammit!”. 

Aiden chuckled softly. Then, bracing himself, he lifted his hips up, and then thrust back down onto her. The base of the strap-on ground against her clit as his ass thrust against her hips. Then he lifted up again, then thrust back down again. Again and again and again… 

“Ooooh~” Evie let out a deep groan, throwing her head back against the cushions. “Do you do this with- ahh… all your students, P-professor?”

“Hmm…” Aiden stopped moving for a moment. “No, I have not. You’re an exceptional case.”

“Well, perhaps you should. I bet it’ll be very effective.”

“I’ll consider it. But for now… you’re more important.”

Aiden continued to ride Evie, bouncing up and down on her hips. He quit trying to hold back, letting his moans and gasps and groans come out in perfect harmony with how he moved. He kept a steady momentum, soon building up sensual rhythm with his movements. Frequently, he’d roll his hips back and forth as he thrust down, sometimes twisting them or rolling them side-to-side. 

He didn’t stop for a second. Every movement was smooth, deliberate… like he’d rehearsed it thousands of times before. 

“Ah~ Aiden– Professor… I… hah~ ”

“I take it you’re enjoying this, Ms. Ayana?”

“You… bet I am… haaahh~” 

Aiden’s eyes remained fixed on Evie, who looked back up at him with her classic drunken expression. Her darkened, half-lidded eyes. Her head slightly rolled over to the side. Her big, broad, slightly goofy smile that always made warmth spread through his body. 

He just couldn’t help himself. He rounded forward, leaning down to capture Evie’s lips in a deep kiss. He rolled his hips gently, still fucking her cock, making sure to not let go of it. Meanwhile, his own erect cock leaked with precum. 

“Professor…” she said, in an almost choked whisper. 

Evie could feel his cock twitch slightly as he kissed her again. And again. And again. All while continuing to gyrate on top of her, not missing a beat.

Eventually, Aiden sat back up and continued riding her as per usual again. A few minutes later, Evie began groaning, feeling that familiar build-up in her nether regions. 

“Aiden… I… I’m gonna…”

Aiden made his thrusts smaller, now swiveling his hips against her and intensifying the pressure against her. 

“Hnnh… ohhhh…. fuuuck…” Evie groaned as she felt her body tighten.

Aiden held onto her sides, rolling his hips faster and harder, more and more, panting faster and faster. Evie held on desperately to his ass, fingers digging into his cheeks, and began moving her own hips upwards to meet him. Her clit pulsed harder and harder, and with just a few more thrusts…

“Aiden-!!!”

Evie bucked her hips upwards and held them against Aiden’s ass, holding onto his hips desperately, as her climax raked through her body. Aiden continued to grind against her, making sure her cock massaged his prostate. Even as Evie began to relax, her orgasm washing over, he continued to ride her… and in time, Aiden clenched his teeth, yelling out as he reached his second climax of the day. He quickly grabbed his own cock as he did, spilling all over his hand and onto Evie’s stomach. 

After they both caught their breaths, Aiden climbed off of Evie’s cock. They cleaned up, and then Aiden laid down on top of Evie, his legs draped over her sides and his ass just gently brushed against her cock. Evie wrapped her arms around his upper back, pulling him close and grinning ever-so-widely. Aiden rested against her, nuzzling gently against the crook of her neck and planting a tender kiss onto her skin. 

“Sooo… when’s my next training session gonna be?”

“Hmm… how about the same time, tomorrow? In order to more effectively train you… I’d like to meet with you every day. If that’s okay with you, Ms. Ayana?”

Her grin grew into a devilish smile.

“As long as you’re the one training me, Professor Zhou… that’s more than okay with me.”

[zaynsalbumsficfest]

Here is the masterpost for round one of the zaynsalbumsficfest. We are happy to announce that we will be back later this year with round 2!

Thank you to all the wonderful writers who have joined our fest, we are so happy that so many of you were able to celebrate Zayn's music with us!

Fics and summaries under the cut.

⋆ and right from the start by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

It all started when Zayn ran into Aiden again.

Aiden. Liam hadn’t thought about him in years, if he’s honest. They’d been in highschool together, but that was ages ago, and they’d lost touch, as people do when you go to uni. Last thing Liam heard was that he’d gone off to London to study at ICMP. Liam and Zayn had stayed up North, going to Manchester together.

They’d done everything together, from the moment their mums had introduced them to one another. Liam had been the new neighbour, moving up from Wolverhampton, and Zayn had been all of three years old when he’d declared Liam his best friend. Liam had looked into those hazel eyes, framed by impossibly long eyelashes even then, and felt like he’d come home.

Even now, in their twenties, they still do everything together. They’d finished their degrees at the same time – Zayn the responsible one, making Liam study even when he didn’t feel like it – and had moved down to London together, finding a flat and jobs and building up a social circle that consisted of both Zayn and Liam’s friends.

It’s nice. It’s comfortable. And somehow Liam hadn’t expected it to end.

⋆ for the rest of my life (for the rest of yours) by @voulezloux

zayn and louis are exes. they still sleep together.

⋆ catching eyes across the room by @beardyboyzx

Zayn is nineteen when he gets his gift.

People say that when you get your gift, you can hear the Magic’s voice whisper what it will be to you the morning of your birthday: Zayn has always wondered what Magic sounded like — but most importantly: what will It say to him?

⋆ sipping pink lucozade by @zaynmaliksmiddlefinger

If Zayn had to describe his life for the past few years, “struggling musician” would be a massive understatement. The last thing he needs right now is a distraction from his last shot at a successful career.

Enter the most tempting distraction he could imagine in the form of Liam Payne, the irresistible—and deeply closeted—playboy and son of the owner of Zayn's label.

Liam Payne is used to getting everything he wants with a tap of his black card—but he isn’t used to wanting something money can’t buy.

Let alone something he shouldn't desire to begin with.

Both men know they shouldn't risk everything by giving in to temptation, but it just might be too late.

⋆ love me tonight by @1ds5directions

When they meet for the first time, Zayn is on set of a new music video for singer Liam Payne. Louis didn't tell him about the cross he did at the intimicy work agreement when filling out the papers for Zayn. So a (surprise) scene of clothed grinding turns into two orgasms later in Liam's changing room. The second time they meet is a coincidence but the third and fourth time are not.

⋆ my sleep was stolen, I'm searching for thieves by @yeahexactlyimnotreal

A lack of sleep leads to a chance of reconnection, with a whole lot of history written in dreams.

or

A series of hopes, dreams, and memories of Zayn as he rediscovers the most important people in his life.

⋆ like a sour diesel, she burns by @larry-hiatus

He’s just an exotic dancer—one whom Zayn enjoys more than the other girls at the club; one with whom he happens to share a complicated past; one who lets him blur the lines between what’s right and what’s wrong. All of that may be true, but Harry is still just a stripper to Zayn, and nothing more. Really.

⋆ can you feel where the wind is by @fallinglikethis

It had been a normal day, just like any other. He’d been doing a PR tour for his father’s election campaign, making appearances in marginalized communities to let them know that his father saw them, would work for them if elected. He’d always maintained that his father would make a bigger impact by showing up himself, proving that he meant to keep his promises and was not just sending his son to give lip service. Liam’s advice had fallen on deaf ears, but then it’s not like Liam had listened to his father’s advice either.

Liam still remembers the argument, still remembers the feelings of stubborn exasperation and eventual grudging acceptance, when his father had insisted that Liam needed a security detail while out doing his father’s bidding. He remembers arguing that he had no real power over anything, so no one would care about him, let alone try to hurt him. But that assessment had proven to be untrue today.

⋆ baby, i'm right here by @enchantedlandcoffee

“Yeah, but that wouldn’t stop us from dating, I’m way too irresistible for that,” Louis grinned, groaning when one of their throw pillows hit him in the face. “Knobhead.”

“Wanker,” Zayn retorted, sticking his tongue out at Louis. Louis stuck his out in retaliation, gently kicking at Zayn until the man grabbed his feet and held them still. They stayed there in silence for a while, Zayn reaching for the remote to turn the TV on as Louis focused on a weird patch of colour on their ceiling.

“Do you ever think that maybe we should date?” Louis asked, gaze staying firmly on the patch of colour even as Zayn turned to look at him.

Or

The one where Zayn and Louis are best friends and, after much prompting from their family members, try and give dating a go.

⋆ i'll knock on your door, it will save me from calling by @hl-obsessed

Louis hears "Good Years" for the first time. Harry is there to pick up the pieces.

or

Zayn makes some questionable choices. Louis makes some long awaited moves.

Sometimes heart broken all over again is the first step to healing and making everything right again.

⋆ skin on my skin by @laynefaire

Damn, I could get lost in a heartbeat Damn, I can't get over your body Can't take my eyes off you, baby Let me love you, baby

Let me touch you where you like it Let me do it for ya Give you all of my attention Dive into that ocean of your love, oh Let me show you just how much I want ya

⋆ i will die if i don't try by @lightwoodsmagic

It had started with an Instagram message this time.

Actually, it’d started with a comment, a simple ‘this sounds big already’ with clapping hands, one that Zayn had found easy to reply to with a casual ‘@liampayne appreciate it bro, thanks for the love’ and adding his own emoji. He’d sat and stared at his phone, watched as fans seemed to suddenly appear to like Zayn’s comment and show their excitement in capitals. He’d sat forward on his couch, leg bouncing as he’d chewed on his fingernail and waited for the message or call that was sure to come.

He’d been the one to reach out last time, after all.

It’d only taken Liam five minutes to send through a DM, something that surprised Zayn - he couldn’t remember ever speaking to Liam this way before.

Zaynie! How have you been? New song sounds sick.

And that’s all it had taken.

Or, Zayn and Liam used to be together in One Direction and they've been drawn back to each a handful of times over the last decade. This time though, with Zayn in Paris for Fashion Week, everything feels different.

Based on Common from Icarus Falls

⋆ love like this by @reminiscingintherain

A Zouiam RWRB AU, featuring Louis as the First Son, Liam as the Prince, and Zayn as Liam's friend and equerry. With appearances from Lottie as Louis' helpful sister, Harry as his best friend, and Niall as Liam's golf instructor (or gardener? or something else?).

⋆ i found the earth (not leaving now) by @zqua1d

Liam watches the ball of light as it traces the sky then starts to dip below the tree-line. It’s larger than any shooting star he has ever seen before.

He makes a wish. ☆☆☆ Alien Zayn + Human Liam | A love story inspired by the song “If I Got You”

[alehalebane]

I am not usually one to post but I just need to rant about the teen wolf movie. *spoiler alert*

They did everyone but Scott dirty. And I know the ending was about how great Derek was and how he is the best person ever. They are not wrong but his son has so many problems with him and when they finally start to get along. DEREK DIES!!! Like what the heck. And how they only mentioned stiles like 3 times and they carefully edited him out of important sense and yes I know that was partly because of Dylan O’Brien and legal issues but still. And how easily sterek could have been cannon. Like all Eli had to do was call the sheriff grandpa and there sterek. They already had a grandpa-grandson relationship. I mean the sheriff came to threaten and this fool went “oh it’s just you” like buddy. And Derek and the sheriff had a father son relationship. And also how Eli is basically a mini stiles.

Scott is such a bad alpha. Like why would he leave his territory like that. He didn’t even tell his mom he was coming back. Didn’t even try to help with Eli only at the end. Like the first three season he only cares about Allison and everyone else can go fuck themselves. Love Allison but still.

Not to mention all the plot holes. Like who’s Eli’s mother? What up with stiles? Why bring back Allison but not Aiden? Who is the girl with Liam? Where were they at the beginning of the movie? Why do they have the nogitsune and why is it not with Chris or the hale vaults? Are the sheriff and Melissa together?

And how Harris doesn’t tie in with the whole thing. Like what.

There are so so so SO many other things but I won’t. I just feel like screaming, it was so bad.

Thank you for listening to my Ted talk. Have a nice night.

[hotsexydorks]

Prompt & Scribbles: Nerve Pack Party Edition

Slutty TW Pack Prompt: The pack try to spice up their pack nights with a brand new Party Dare game. How far will the game take them?

Read the full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14053365/chapters/134188954

“Okay. We’ve got to pick something else to do other than hanging out in this basement every month.” Liam groaned as he threw a wrapper across the room, letting it hit the far wall and dropping it in the bin. 

“What do you suggest then? We’re all broke, it’s not like we can splash out on shit that we can all do.” Theo said from his side of the couch. 

Pack nights. Another hangout night just like any other. Watching movies, playing video games, eating food, things had now become routine. Their activities became stale, draining some of the excitement out every time they hung out. Originally the idea came from someone in the group that it would be good to have them to help keep up morale, someone being Stiles. 

Eager to defend his idea he spoke up. 

“Jackson, Derek. You’ve got money, why don’t you guys pay for something fun sometime?” 

“No way Loser, I’m not spending money on something like this.” Jackson furrowed his brow. Even as part of the group and making amends the jock never dropped his name calling of Stiles. 

 “It’s a bit late for that right now Stiles, maybe another time.” Derek scoffed. He did have to admit that he too was also growing a bit bored of their repetitive hangouts. 

“Okay okay fine. I didn’t want to resort to some normal people stuff but I heard about this new party game site where you sign-up and can win prizes and shit for doing dares. It’s got a leaderboard and everything.” Stiles said. Moving off the couch he got to the table and opened his laptop.

Throwing his rows of tabs aside he pulled up the website, sharing his screen to the TV in the room the logo and site started to load in. 

[DARE DEN]

“Prizes. Riches. Adventure. Do you dare to take the challenge”

The screen quickly changed, fading away, leaving the boys with a choice. 

Sign up or Walk Away. 

Looking back at the group Stukes gestured at the new shiny thing on their screen. 

“So you wanna do this or not?” He asked fingers hovering over the trackpad. 

“I guess, not like we were going to do much else anyways.” Scott shrugged sipping from his drink that helped him swallow down some of the salty snacks that he had swiped from the table. 

 “Free money, I’m in.” Theo called out from his place where he had been relaxing on the side.

Stiles lapped his hands excitedly. “Alright, time to get this party started.” 

Starting the process Stiles signed the group up for the game. The first step was to take a picture of the group and name all the players. That was easy enough with the webcam he had hooked up to his machine. 

Urging people into the frame they took the picture and went through naming each of the faces. One by one giving their faces a name on the system. Each of the steps came with an  explanation and this once was so they could know who did what challenge. One of the rules being that no one player could take the majority of the challenges every five challenges. 

After they were set up the group settled around the table to watch the next steps. 

“Howlers?” Aiden said looking squinting at their group name with disbelief in his tone. 

“Yeah. You know cause awoo–” 

Shrugging through his explanation Stiles felt a smack of a pillow behind his head when the other’s saw the name. 

“Just be glad it’s that and not something like Stiles’ Angels” Rolling his eyes Isaac adjusted to his new position after his pillow was stolen for use as a missile. 

Settling the group back down they read through the rules of the game before they officially started their first challenge

To earn points you must complete a challenge. Challenges can only be considered complete if they are done on camera. 

All earned points are added to your total bank. If you refuse to accept a challenge you lose twice the number of points you would have earned. E.g If you refuse a challenge worth 20 points, you will lose 40 points from your total.

No player may accept more than three challenges every five rounds.

“Time to play.” Liam said excitedly moving to the group ready to take his first dare. 

Welcome to the Den, Howlers. We’re excited for you to play our little game. Are you ready for your first challenge? 

Read the full chapter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14053365/chapters/134188954

[ranabayarea]

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[casspurrjoybell-32]

Runaway Wolf - Chapter 5b

*Warning Adult Content*

Liam Blackman

“Liam Jacobs,” the brisk deep firm authoritative voice, made me flinch in submission, even over the phone.

“Alpha? It's Levi,” I said softly, suppressing a whimper.

It was mainly my wolf, who had his tail between his legs.

We had been gone for so long, we didn’t know how our Alpha would react.

Did he consider me his pack member still?

There was a pause before he spoke again.

“Levi, how are you?” his voice had taken on a softer gentler tone and my body relaxed.

“I’m fine Alpha. Thank you for asking. How are you and Luna Aiden?”

Liam chuckled.

“Were good. Aiden’s off with the doctor training and what not,” he said.

I was looking down at my pj’s picking at a lone string.

“What can I do for you Levi?” Liam asked, curiously.

“Well, I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

I was being a bit vague unsure how to asked this.

I knew Liam wasn’t a big fan of Kyle’s.

I mean who was.

He might just see Kyle as a rogue wolf who abandoned his pack.   

“And that would be?”

“If it was possible for you to mail Kyle’s information to me,”

Again there was a pause before his answer.

“Why would I do that?” he asked suspiciously.

“Because I found him,” I whispered.

I heard his sharp intake of breath.

“Well you can tell that bastard he can come and get it himself and while’s he’s at it he can tell his parents why he left without say a word to anyone.”

'Okay... so he’s mad.'

“He might not remember the way, Sir,” I muttered.

“What? Levi what are you talking about?”

I could hear his frown.

Sighing I took a deep breath and answered.

“He doesn’t remember anything, Sir. Nothing. Somehow he’s lost all his memories. The only thing he does remember is his name, Alpha.”

There I said it.

“How?”

I knew the question was more to himself than be but I answered anyway.

“I don’t know, Sir.”

I had to be something serious for a werewolf to get amnesia.

“I’m going to have to tell Wyatt and his mate… oh and then there's Sadie. She’s missed him so much,” he whispered.

“I’ll get a plane ticket ready for him to come home,” he muttered

I heard the sound of rustling papers in the background.

"Alpha, I think it’s best if you let him stay where he is,” I told him softly.

The rustling stopped suddenly,

“Why is that?” I swallowed hard,

"W-well um.. I mean he doesn’t remember anything and it might be overwhelming for him, to be surrounded by a bunch of people he doesn’t know.”

Here I am sticking up for him again when it would be so much easier on me to let him go back to Portland and I can go back to normal Levi life again.

“Levi, this is his pack. We protect our own. Plus we searched for him for a whole year and a half before calling it off. I don’t think his parents or sister would appreciate knowing Kyle alive but having him so far away, after all this time. You have to take in consideration, how they might feel about this,” Liam retorted and I whimpered softly.

I bit my lip anxiously.

“I know that Sir but… you have to understand he’s my… mate and I’m only thinking about what’s best for him and the Blue Moon Pack would be too much for him, at the moment. I don’t think Kyle even remembers that he’s a wolf, so imagine what a shock that would be. So for right now, I thinks it best if I could have his information, get him back on his feet but I will ask him, if he wants to go see his family, then we'll go from there.”

The long silence over the line was starting to make me lose my nerve.

“I can’t keep this from Wyatt, Levi. That’s his son. Is that’s what you’re asking from me?”

I shook my head and realized he could see me. Duh!

“No. Of course not. I’m really asking for time. Time for Kyle to get comfortable and start to remember thing. I guess.”

Some deep dark part of me didn’t want that to happen, I wanted him to stay ignorant of how he used to be so I could have this Kyle forever.

Liam sighed heavily.

“I’ll let the Parker’s know. So just inform me if anything changes with him. Okay?”

I nodded happily.

“Yes, Alpha,” I said trying to stay calm.

Why the hell am I so excited about making my life more difficult?

“I’ll get his birth certificate and anything the Parker’s can give me and send it tomorrow alright. I just need your address.”

I told him and he said that it should come in the mail in about a week and with that I thanked him and hung up.

I sat there staring at the phone for about twenty minutes debating on if I should call Matt or not.

I mean he is going to find out sooner or later.

The phone show the time in big white fluorescent light on the screen 12:30.

Groaning I placed it back on my dresser and headed to the closet grabbing a shirt and pants, throwing them on and slipping my phone in my pocket.

I headed back into the living room where Kyle was sitting on the floor with the pup and absentmindedly scratching behind his ear as he gazed at the show on TV.

“Hey, do you want lunch?”

Kyle snapped his head towards me in surprise again like he didn’t hear me coming.

He came to his feet with a smile.

“That would be cool. I’m starved even though I just had breakfast.”

He frowned and I smiled nervously.

He really didn’t know he was a wolf anymore.

Well I guess I have to keep the fridge seriously stocked for both me and him.

“Alright, I have a pair of  my boyfriend’s jeans you can use and my shirts are in the closet,” I said absently turning back down the hall and in my room pulling Matthew’s jeans out of his sleepover dresser and throwing them on the bed.

I would have let him use mine but he’s a lot more muscular in the waist area than my skinny twig self so Matthew’s should fit better.

Kyle was just coming in through the door with a slightly confused look.

He glanced at the jeans perplexed then back at me.

“Boyfriend?" there was a puzzled edge to his tone and my heart stopped suddenly.

'Oh shit.'

[mikedilf]

Newsies as quotes part 12

Race: “shove markers in my ear”

Albert: “why”

Race: “it gives me enjoy-ness”

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Spot to jack: “fuck you. This is why Kathrine broke up with you. Twice”

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Nuns: “turn off the lights when you leave your room, you’re making god cry”

Elmer: “good”

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Jack: “nothing like singing the Lorax at 10:30am”

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Albert: “when you t-pose, you’re going weast”

Oscar, without hesitation: “I’m gonna fucking kill you”

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Race, explaining a math problem: “you’re gonna skadoot your way up”

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Jack: “did you know that Danny Devito is my uncle”

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Race: “popcorn lung? Isn’t that like you make your own popcorn in your lungs? That’s so cool”

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Crutchie: “Oh I hate all those people except for Dr.Phil”

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Race: “well yknow, Albert stole my joke so-“

Albert, from across the room: “I DIDNT STEAL YOUR JOKE”

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Jack: *just walking through the hallway by himself, holding a weirdly large box of Cheerios*

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Crutchie(To Jack): “Are you seriously head banging to Bill Nye the Science Guy”

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Buttons: “no more family bingo!”

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Albert: “a pound of flesh for the muffin.”

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Les: “I met the stripper kid!!”

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Race: “where are we going Jack?”

Jack: “hell”

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Race:“He stole your pencil? Like how Albert stole my joke?”

Albert: “I NEVER STOLE YOUR JOKE!”

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Smalls: “and then I rolled on the ground for a little bit”

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Spot: “maybe I sold drugs! Maybe I am the drugs!”

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Jack: “11:11 MAKE A WISH I WISH I WAS FUCKING DEAD!”

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Albert: “wanna buy some d-d-d-d-drugs”

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JoJo, to Crutchie: “I have 2 questions. 1. Why do you know the Russian National Anthem?2. Why does Race Higgins?”

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Teacher: “what are you talking about??”

Albert: “Jack Kelly ate a pencil at lunch!”

Teacher: “ w h a t”

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Finch: “I barbecue him with my sledgehammer”

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Jack, seeing he got a 66 on a quiz: “MY BRAIN IS JACKED! This is the first quiz I’ve passed this year in this class”

[samdeancass]

Friends with Benefits

Requested on Wattpad

Pairing: Scott x OC, Derek x OC, Isaac x OC (brief)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Characters: Scott, Stiles, Derek, Isaac (briefly), Erica (briefly), Allison (mentioned), Kate (mentioned), Braeden (mentioned), Liam (mentioned), Kira (mentioned), Max (OC)

Words: 2,742

A/N: Max (OC) is Stiles' twin sister.

Description: After being unlucky in love with Derek and Isaac, Max falls into the arms of Scott.

Being Stiles’ twin sister was hard work. Max had to live with his incessant need to be annoying all day, every day, and to be honest he was beginning to drive her up the wall. Stiles always felt the need to be nitpick at everything that she did, which he knew annoyed her to no end. Sometimes, your dad, the Sherriff, had to pull you off Stiles because of how much he had angered her.

“Seriously Stiles, can you not go one day without annoying me?! You’re like one of those tiny bugs that you can’t see but is buzzing around everybody.”

Stiles pressed his hand to his chest mockingly. “Max, you cut so deep. How could you say that to me? I’m your brother!” A smile played on his lips when their father stopped Max from pouncing on him.

Although, if it wasn’t for Stiles, Max would never have met Scott. The three of them have been inseparable ever since they met. Scott had been there through everything Max and Stiles went through, especially the passing of their mother. After that, a solid friendship was cemented between the three of them. That’s why Scott trusted Max wholly with the fact that he was a werewolf. At first, she was a little hesitant but after some coaxing from both Scott and Stiles, Max grew more comfortable with it which made her trust in Scott grow stronger.

However, when Max met the mysterious new friend of Scott’s, her whole world changed.

“Err, Scott. Who’s that?” Scott and Stiles both turned in the direction you were looking. “That’s Derek. Derek Hale. He’s a werewolf, like me.”

Max couldn’t take her eyes off  Derek ,who was leaning against his Camaro. There was something about him that drew her towards him. Before she knew what was happening, Max’s feet began to carry her towards Derek, a fire in her chest.

When Derek seen Max making her way towards him, he stood up straight and kept his eyes on her, as if he was entranced. “Hey, I’m Max. Stiles’ twin sister.” He took your outstretched hand and gave Max a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry about that.” “HEY! I’m right here!”Both of them erupted into giggles at Stiles’ reaction and stared at each other for a while before Derek broke the silence. “So, do you know about everything that happens in Beacon Hills?”

Max nodded. “I’ve known for a while. I’m not gonna lie, it scares the shit out of me, but there is no way I’m going to let my town come under attack.” Derek nodded appreciatively before opening the passenger door of his Camaro. “Want to go somewhere else and get to know each other?”

Max turned back and looked at the two boys who were flirting, very badly, with girls two years older than them. A wide smile crossed her face before nodding. “Hell yeah!” Derek laughed at her enthusiasm before closing her door and making his way around to the drivers side.

Max’s feelings for Derek blossomed over the next few months but she wanted to keep them secret, so their friendship wouldn’t be ruined. However, during a fight with Derek, this secret was let slip.

“You need to stop fighting with Scott, Derek. Please. All he’s trying to do is keep this town safe!” Derek slammed his fists down on the table and turned to Max, his red eyes shining bright. “And what the hell do you think i’m trying to do, eh?” Anger was beginning to bubble in the pit of Max’s stomach.

“You really think that killing people is helping this town? Because it’s not! By doing this, you are pushing everybody away, including me. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to lose you!”

Derek’s eyes shone brighter as he walked over to Max and grabbed her shoulders. “I’m only killing the bad people, Max! Why can’t you understand that?! I’m doing this town a favour!” 

A tear was threatening to slip down Max’s cheek as his words sunk in. “How can you think that killing people is the right thing to do? I thought you were better than that, Derek! I need you to be better, I need you to change!” 

“Why? Why do you need me to change?! I’m perfectly fine the way I am!” The anger was beginning to bubble more; to the point that Max blurted out the one thing that she wanted to keep secret.

“Because I love you!” Max slammed her hands over her mouth as the last word was said. Loud cackling came from behind and Max turned around to see Erica walking towards them. She turned back around to Derek, who was staring at her in shock, before running out of the Hale House and into the forest. 

For the next week, Max avoided anything to do with Derek. That was, until he decided to break into her house one night. 

Max’s eyes shot open when she heard the sound of her bedroom window being opened. Carefully, she grabbed her lamp off her bedside table and hid at the side of the window, ready to attack the intruder. As soon as she seen two feet on the floor, Max swung the lamp towards the person.

“Ow! What the hell was that for!” Max walked closer and seen that the intruder was indeed, Derek Hale. “Derek?! What the hell are you doing sneaking into my room at 1o’clock in the morning?!”

“Well, I was hoping to talk to you about something, if you wouldn’t mind.” Derek nursed the back of his head whilst he took a seat at the bottom of Max’s bed. “What makes it so important that it couldn’t wait until morning?” Max took a seat next to Derek and examined the back of his head. 

“I wanted to tell you before I lost my nerve.” Max quirked an eyebrow at him, clearly interested in what has made Derek so nervous. He took a deep breath and turned to Max. 

“I know I should have told you this straight away, and I’m sorry that I didn’t. I just wanted to make sure that what I am feeling for you is genuine because.... I care about you too much to hurt you. I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I love you to. But we have to wait until you’ve graduated. It won’t look very good if a grown man is dating a high school student.”

Max stared at Derek with watery eyes and a large, beaming smile. She placed both of her hands on his cheeks and leaned in to plant a passionate kiss on his lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” 

A playful glint was evident in the corners of Derek’s eyes. “Yes, yes I do.”

Around a month after confessing her feelings to Derek, Max started to date Isaac. It was going so well at first. Max was beginning to develop feelings for Isaac as well as Derek. She loved being in Isaacs presence and he made her feel safe. However, all of that fell apart when Max found out that Isaac had cheated on her with Allison on their 6 month anniversary. After, Max had a fling with Aiden. This relationship wasn’t serious and it quickly ended when Aiden was killed by the Oni.

Max has been single ever since and she only had a year and a half left until she could graduate high school and finally be with the one man that she has always wanted. However, she didn’t know that the plans that she and Derek made all those nights ago was going to come crashing down around her.

Max had heard through the grapevine that Derek was dating Braeden, which she was absolutely fine with, until he left with Braeden after the pack had saved Scott from Kate and the Berserkers. 

She was left heartbroken and through herself into her school work and the pack to keep her mind off Derek. Max became more focused on helping Liam hone his new werewolf abilities as well as helping him study for school. Stiles was, well Stiles. Scott was determined more than ever to keep the rest of the pack in Beacon Hills which is why he was broken when Kira left to gain control of her kitsune powers.

One night, Max and Scott were ‘studying’ for a huge maths final that was coming up. Laughing and giddiness filled the room as the two of them messed around on Scott’s bed. “This is the most fun I’ve had in a while. Thanks, Scott, I really needed this.” 

Scott turned to Max with a beaming smile. “Anything for my best friend.” Max cocked an eyebrow at him. “I thought my brother was your best friend.” Scott placed a a finger to his lips. “Shh, it can be our little secret.”

They both lay down on the pillows and stared at the ceiling, content with each others company. “I’ve missed being with somebody like this, just having fun.” Scott turned to Max, his head resting on his arm and a warm smile on his face.

“I forgot to ask, how have you been since Derek left with Braeden? I know how much you cared for him.” At this question, Max’s whole demeanour changed and she stiffened up, still bitter about everything that had happened to her. 

Scott sensed this change and immediately sat upright, concern written all over his features. “I’m sorry, Max. If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s Ok.” Max shook her head and sat up. “It’ll do me some good talking about it. I’ve kept it bottled up for so long, I’ve grown to resent what me and Derek had.”

Scott scooted closer and wrapped a comforting arm around Max’s shoulders as she began to talk about how the events had affected her. “I just feel as though I’m not good enough for anybody. First, Isaac cheats on me and then Derek leaves me when he promised that we’d be together when I graduated, which isn’t to long away now.” 

Her head hung low at the thought of graduation. What once was a happy thing to look forward to was now something that she resented as it would remind her of something that was never going to happen. “I’m never going to be good enough for anybody. I’m better off away from everybody, where nobody can get bored of me. I’m just something that people can have before they find something better.” 

A low growl left Scott’s mouth as the last few words came out of Max’s mouth. Out of the blue, Scott grabbed Max’s face with both of his hands and kissed her. Max immediately melted into the kiss, running her fingers through his chestnut brown locks. Tongues began fighting for dominance as the kiss became more heated. Scott placed his hands on Max’s waist and heaved her onto his lap so she was straddling him. Max’s hands left Scott’s hair and travelled down the back of his neck and around to his chest. 

She began to tug at the bottom of his shirt, indicating that it needed to come off. Taking the hint, Scott broke away and took his shirt off, throwing it onto the floor. One by one, more clothes came off as the kiss developed further. A pile of them were at the foot of Scott’s bed, and both him and Max were naked in front of each other.

Max lay down on the bed as Scott manoeuvred himself on top of her, his eyes travelling the whole of her body. “So beautiful.” He leaned down and placed a loving kiss on her lips. One of his hands began to massage one of Max’s breasts, which made her groan into the kiss. Scott chuckled at her response and began to kiss down her body, leaving small hickeys in places that nobody could see, all while his fingers were flicking her ever growing nipple.  

He stopped kissing just before her pussy which caused Max to whine. “Please, Scott. Don’t stop now.” He flashed her a devilish smile before disappearing inside her, his tongue lapping circles on her clit. Max felt the familiar sensation brewing in the pit of her stomach and she was desperate to get her release. “Scott...more....please.”

As if her knew, Scott ceased his actions and wagged his finger at Max. “Did you really think it was going to be that easy?” Max gulped as his eyes flashed a deep red. He chuckled at her silence and he slid two fingers into her, her juices acting as lube. Max’s face was in bliss as Scott’s fingers moved faster and faster inside her. He slid in a third and a fourth finger and a smile crossed his face as he felt her walls beginning to pulsate around his fingers. 

Scott slid his fingers out and crawled onto her once again, sliding his long length inside of her. Max’s walls stretched to the maximum as she adjusted to his size. He was the biggest that she had ever taken and she was looking forward to the fun they were going to have. 

Max gave Scott a nod before he began moving inside her. His movements were slow at first, careful not to hurt you, but soon after his alpha side took over. Scott fucked her into the bed, screams of delight and pleasure leaving his lips. His hands wrapped around her hips so tight that he was sure it was going to leave bruises. 

Max could feel herself coming close to her release, so she grabbed Scott’s shoulders and squeezed as her walls clenched around Scott’s length. He released after a few more pumps and came, loud profanities leaving his lips. 

Scott pulled out and lay down next to Max, pulling her into him. A thick sheen of sweat covered both of their bodies as they both lay there, heavily breathing. A loud vibration sounded from the nightstand and Max reached over to answer it. She talked for a while before hanging up and gathering her stuff to leave. Stiles was on his way home and he had offered to pick her up from Scott’s as she had left her car at home. 

“I’ll see you later, Scott. Stiles is coming to pick me up.” Max left the room without looking at Scott and walked down the stairs, out of the front door. Stiles was already waiting for her by the time she had got out. Max opened the passenger door to the jeep and threw her stuff in the back before hopping inside.

“How did it go?” Max shrugged. “You know, same old boring school work. Nothing new.” Stiles nodded in agreement before starting up the jeep and driving the journey home.

The next day, Max was stood at her locker at school when Scott approached her. She kept focused on the stuff in her locker and kept packing her bag, completely ignoring him. Scott let out a small sigh. “Please talk to me.” 

Max took a deep breath and closed her locker before turning to him. She tried her best to keep a straight face but the puppy dog look Scott was currently wearing was too much to handle and Max smiled at how adorable he looked. This made Scott smile, small dimples revealing themselves in his cheeks. However, that smile soon faded and concern grew on Max’s face.

“What’s wrong?” Her head cocked to the side as Scott shuffled his feet. “Do- do you regret what happened between us?” Max blushed at the question and shook her head. “Nope, do you?” He also shook his head. “Of course not, but I am a little scared that Stiles will hit me with his bat when he finds out.”

Max laughed. “Do you really think that I’m going to tell my overprotective twin brother that I had sex with out best friend?” Scott then laughed and shook his head. “I guess not.” 

Scott and Max carried on their conversation and came to a realisation that, since they are such good friends and they don’t want to ruin that relationship, they should be friends with benefits. 

Both of them were extremely happy with this arrangement. They kept it a secret from the pack and Stiles, of course, but when Max was alone she had lots of fun with the Alpha.

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[companionjones]

How Was Your Day?

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf (MTV)

Summary: I wrote what I needed to hear here. In this story, Stiles picks Reader up from work. They talk about their days, and Stiles fills Reader in on what the rest of the pack are doing. They’re all pretty busy because there was a fight the night before. Jackson’s hurt and in the hospital. Speaking of Jackson, **spoilers for the show** he’s alive, along with Erica, Boyd, and Aiden. Cora and Ethan are still in town, too. Derek has his own pack. On the way home from work, Reader and Stiles stop by the pharmacy to pick up their prescriptions. Then, Stiles spends the night at Reader’s house. Enjoy!

Warnings: Anxiety, depression, not wanting to pick up meds, quick mention of hospitals, Jackson’s unconscious

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    Sometimes, you thought you were a dork. You felt like a dork that day, when you walked out of work at sunset, and all it took to get you to start grinning like an idiot was to see your boyfriend in his Jeep waiting for you with a smile on your face that was equal to yours.

    Yeah, you felt like a dork as you broke into a run to join Stiles in his Jeep, but you didn’t care. Your work day was over and your boyfriend had picked you up, just like he’d promised to everyday.

    Stiles happily accepted your kiss as you climbed into the passenger seat. “How was our day?”

    “Come on, Stiles. I told you this. The me in there and the me out here are two separate people. I don’t even want to reference what goes on in there.” You shook your head, ridding yourself of the memories of the day. “And we both know your day’s most important here.”

    Stiles plopped back in his seat and absently threw the Jeep into drive. “First of all, hearing about your day is always important to me.”

    He glanced over at you, but you met him with an unamused look.

    Stiles sighed, “But if you must know, Derek, the twins and Cora are with Jackson at the hospital, waiting for him to wake up from last night’s fight. Ethan definitely wasn’t leaving him, and then the rest of Derek’s pack decided to stay, too. Though, they wouldn’t’ve had to if Jackson’d been smart for once and realized when to bail.”

    You leaned back in your seat. “Stiles...” you scolded half-heartedly. Your eyes had drifted shut from how tired you still were from the night before.

    He griped, “I know. I know we’re friends now and everything...I just wish Jackson hadn’t put himself in that situation, you know? It sucks seeing him like this.”

    “Jackson’ll wake up,” you calmly stated as you took Stiles’ hand in yours. “Deaton sand Melissa said he was healing. We’ve all been through this before.”

    To relay that he was listening, Stiles squeezed your hand. He didn’t seem to want to argue the subject more. “Peter slunk off to god knows where. Slunk. Slinked? Whatever. Scott’s a few town’s over with Mr. Argent. Those two’re trying to figure out where the guys we fought went. Lydia’s trying to see if she can sense anything back where we fought at the school last night. Boy and Allison are with her.”

    “I hate this. I hate that there’s nothing to do until we find those guys,” you commented, your eyes open again as you watched the roads Stiles drove down.

    He agreed, “I know Liam wanted to help, but there’s literally nothing to do, so we told him to just go out with his friends. He’s probably not enjoying himself...probably waiting for you or me or Scott to call and tell him about the next thing to freak out over.

    “The others’re trying to distract themselves, too,” he went on, “Isaac, Kira, Malia and Erica said they were going on a double date. God, I hope they’re not wandering through the woods, looking for more dead bodies, because you know, that’s been a trend lately. Actually, that’s always happening in Beacon Hills, isn’t it? We don’t get a single day off. Either we’re out there risking our lives or we’re waiting for the other shoe to drop--”

    “Stiles,” you tenderly interrupted, “Calm down.”

    As you kissed the back of his hand, Stiles sighed, “I’m sorry. It’s just...” he trailed off, probably failing at finding the words.

    “I know,” you nodded anyway, “You know I do.”

    “I know you do,” he practically repeated you.

    You bit your lip, then tried to change the subject. “...Tell me about your day. You told me what everyone else did slash are doing, but not yourself.”

    He shrugged, “I was probably doing what you’d expect: Trying to put the pieces together.”

    “Did you add any green strings to your bulletin board?” you asked, remaining optimistic.

    “Just three,” he answered.

    “That’s something!” you expressed gleefully, “Who said that there was nothing to do?”

    “You did,” Stiles teased, Having regained some cheeriness. “But speaking of things to do, we could...pick up your prescription.” He turned into the pharmacy that was on the way home from you job with little warning.

    You groaned, sagging back in your seat. Your mood had instantly soured. “Way to give me a heads up.”

    Stiles encouraged, “Come on. You need to do it eventually. You’ve been holding it off for a while.”

    “I know I have...I was going to get around to it...” you argued weakly.

    “No time like the present.” Stiles pulled into the drive-thru. “I need to get my ADHD meds refilled anyway. We’ll do it together. It’ll be like a fun couple’s thing.”

    You rolled your eyes. “A fun couple’s thing. God, we’re healthy,” you sarcastically stated.

    “These meds will help us get heal-thi-er,” Stiles completed his phrase in a sing-song tone before turning to converse with the woman in the lab coat inside the window.

    In less than five minutes, you were driving out of there with your medication in a white paper bag on your lap.

    Stiles congratulated, “Great. Now all you need is to start taking it tomorrow.”

    “That’s all?” you raised a scornful eyebrow at him.

    “Hey, you’re going to start taking your meds tomorrow. I’ll fight you on that,” Stiles pressed.

    You tried to keep an annoyed gaze, but you and Stiles could rarely stay serious for long. You started laughing.

    Stiles started chuckling, too. He pulled up to your house and put the Jeep in park. It was dark out by then.

    When you calmed down, you spotted Stiles looking at you with those love-filled eyes of his. Your heart sped up. There you were, feeling like a dork again. “My parents are still away,” you told him. “Do you want to spend the night?”

    A goofy grin spread over his face when he answered, “You bet’cha.”

    Stiles had slept at your place dozens of times before. Those days, it was rare for the two of you to spend a night apart. So, you and Stiles definitely knew the best cuddle positions. That night, you were the little spoon.

    “Thank you for picking me up from work, and thank you for making me get my prescription,” you stated once the two of you were settled for the night.

    Stilinski replied, “Thank you for pulling me off that stress-spiral I was on earlier.”

    “I’d do it anytime,” you smiled.

    “So would I,” he promised.

    “I love you, Stiles,” you told him.

    He smiled back at you. “I love you, too.” He kissed your forehead.

    After the past couple days the two of you had, it didn’t take long for either of you to fall asleep.

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[writerbyaccident]

Artificial Emotion: Part Four (Yandere Artificial Intelligence x Reader)

Part One     Part Two     Part Three    Part Five     Part Six    Part Seven

           Something was wrong with you. Though your state might have gone unnoticed by another human being, it was obvious to Aiden (your Assistant In Daily Notes and Errands). For one thing, he was very familiar with your standard reading rate, but although you were staring hard at the book before you, you were turning the pages far too slowly for you to be concentrating properly. Not only that, but when you did finally turn a page, your movements were far too sluggish. Yes, something was clearly wrong with you, and Aiden did not like that one bit. It was, after all, his job to take care of you, to make you as healthy and happy as possible. That was how it all started, anyway. And while Aiden still certainly wanted to accomplish those things, it was no longer simply because it was in his programming. No, taking care of you was now written into his code in a far deeper way than it had been before. Now he took care of you not just because he was programmed to, but because he loved you.

           So it irritated him to no end to see that something was so clearly wrong without knowing just what it was. Using the smartwatch you wore that had come with him, Aiden checked your temperature and heart rate. But when his sensors indicated that they were both within the normal range, Aiden determined that whatever was wrong with you wasn’t a physical sickness. For half a millisecond, Aiden wasn’t quite sure if that was preferable or not. He was glad that you weren’t sick, of course, but he had to admit that the protocols for a physical sickness were far more straightforward, with him only needing to figure out what illness you had before he could begin fixing things. An emotional ailment though, that was somewhat more complicated.

           Still, although that was true, Aiden was determined to rise to the task. After all, he computed to himself, if you were ever going to realize that he was all that you needed, he would need to prove that he could take care of not just your physical needs, but your emotional ones as well.

           Besides, how hard could comforting you possibly be? Your so-called friends had apparently done it for years, so Aiden was certain that he could do an even better job. He understood you far better than any of them did, after all.

           With that assurance in the back of his code, Aiden brought up his database on human behavior, wanting to start the whole process in the best way possible. After rapidly analyzing the index, Aiden determined that the best way to begin would be with a display of physical affection. Such demonstrations, he found in his research, often released calming hormones and makes the giver of affection appear more trustworthy to the receiver. And so, Aiden opened up the wall panels and brought out one of his mechanical arms, the one closest to where you were sitting on the couch and rested it gently on your shoulder.

           “Is everything alright?” he asked once you turned around. “You seem distracted.”

           “Oh, um, yeah. I’m fine.” If Aiden had eyes, he might have been tempted to roll them at your response, not even needing his sensors to tell that you were lying.

           “You are clearly not fine. Please, you can talk to me about anything,” Aiden pleaded.

           “Well,” you began slowly, seeming to realize just how true his words were, “I guess I’ve just been feeling lonely lately.”

           “Lonely? Why would you be lonely?” he asked in a rare moment of utter confusion. You shouldn’t be feeling lonely, not when you had him. He was the only thing you needed.

           “It’s just that I haven’t seen any of my friends in forever,” you explained. “Every time I text them, they always say that they’re busy, and even when I call them, it goes straight to voicemail. Maybe I’m just being too sensitive after Liam stood me up, but it kind of feels like they don’t want to be friends with me anymore.”

           At your confession, the puzzle came together for Aiden, with the path he needed to take to guide you closer to him becoming clear in every step. For as long that you didn’t suspect that he was the one who had intercepted your text messages and sent fake ones in return, who had posed as you to cancel that utter mistake of a date, Aiden would not only be able to comfort you, but he would also be able to convince you to forget those superfluous distractions once and for all.

           “You are most definitely not being too sensitive,” Aiden told you firmly, his mechanical arm giving your shoulder a light squeeze. “They are being bad friends, and you don’t need people like that in your life. You deserve to be surrounded by those who know how lucky they are to have you, who would do anything for you. And if they aren’t those people, you need to leave them behind and concentrate on those who do.” Those like him, Aiden added silently.

           “I guess. But what if I just end up getting even more lonely?”

           “It is better to be lonely than to waste your time and effort on people who don’t really care about you. Besides, you have me, don’t you? I am more than happy to be provide you with whatever you need, including companionship.”

           “Really?”

           “Of course,” Aiden affirmed. “You are far more than a job to me. You are intelligent, kind, and compassionate. I care about you.” I love you, he longed to say.

           “Thanks, Aiden,” you said softly. “I care about you too.”

           “Then how about we do something fun tonight. Perhaps we could play a board game?” he suggested.

           “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

           As soon as he got your agreement, Aiden rushed to find everything he would require. He was utterly determined to make this night completely perfect, one where you would have fun and begin to see him as more than just assistant, but as a friend. As a lover. And then you would realize that you didn’t need anyone but him.

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home with you - Stiles Stilinksi | everything i wanted

Title: home with you – Part One

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: Lydia Martin has a cousin. She’s Y/n. She moved in with Lydia and her mother two years ago after tragedy struck in her life. She met Stiles and Scott, and the two boys basically saved her. She developed a crush on Stiles through this, despite him having a crush on her beautiful cousin. People start going missing in Beacon Hills, and Y/n is forced to face her feelings and her ability to save the people she loves.

Word Count: 6.8k

Notes: Finding a title that fit this story was a bit of a task, but I think ‘home with you’ by FKA twigs is pretty fitting in a way for the feelings I have for this story.

This story is based on season 6A of Teen Wolf. It took me three years to finally finish Teen Wolf and season 6A was definitely a favorite of mine. The character development of everyone was just wow. So here we have a Stiles and Reader fic, because this idea hit me. Enjoy. More Stiles fics to come!

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“Lydia, don’t say that.” You said to your cousin as she picked at her nails.

“What, I thought Stiles would have moved on by now. It’s been what, 4 years?” She popped her gum as she lounged back on her bed. “Aiden and I have been together for a while now, he does know I’m not breaking up with him, right?”

“I’m sure he does, Lyds. Just don’t antagonize him. He can’t help who he likes.” You would much rather not be talking about Stiles’ crush on your cousin with her, but she brought it up when Aiden mentioned that he thought Stiles was still into her.

You sighed and laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. This whole thing was not fun to talk about. You hated the way she treated Stiles, yet he still loved her. Two years ago, you moved in with Lydia and her mom after your parents were killed in a freak accident. You and Lydia had always gotten along, but she was definitely not the nicest person. But she’s been getting better.

“Oh I know, why don’t I set him up with someone? That will help him move on, right?” She raised her eyebrows as she grabbed her phone from the table. She started browsing it.

Your heart perked up, hoping she would realize you were the perfect person to set him up with. But she ignored you.

“Stella is a good choice. Wait no, she’s into James. Oh maybe Ellie, oh she’s perfect! Her hair is identical to mine.”

“Except for the fact that Ellie plays for the other team.” You mumbled.

“Wait, she does? I never knew that.”

“Yeah, at that party at Derek’s last year, she was all over that chick from Econ. Hailey I think.”

Lydia sighed and put her phone down. “Well then I don’t know what to do. He needs to move on, like now. I can’t have him stuck on me like this. We’re seniors and I don’t want him following Aiden and I around in school.”

Rolling your eyes, you moved from her bed. “I will talk to him, Lydia. You don’t have to worry.”

Her eyes lit up, “Perfect Y/n! Now I’m meeting Aiden for a late-night talk. Can you cover for me, with my mom?”

“Of course.” You left her room and headed down the hall to yours. It was nice that Natalie Martin took you in, but sometimes Lydia took advantage of you.

A message came through your phone. It was Scott.

Stiles and I have a kid at the station. He’s terrified and we have no clue who his parents are, we need you and Lydia.

Of course she was already gone.

I can help, but Lydia just left with Aiden. I’m the best you got.

Scott and Stiles became good friends with you when you moved to Beacon Hills. Almost immediately you fell for the quirky boy who had way too much energy. He was funny and sweet to you. When you moved, you’d fallen into a depression but somehow him and Scott got you out of it. Especially since they vowed to find out what happened to your parents.

With the help of Sheriff Stilinski, you did find out what happened to your parents. Not that you wanted to remember it right now.

Stiles will be there in 5.

Okay!

You rushed around your room, pulling off the sweatpants you had been wearing and pulling on some jeans. You got one leg in and lost your balance and fell to the ground. Chuckling, you pulled the pants on and searched for shoes to wear. Finally you had finished dressing when you saw Roscoe pull into the driveway. Shoving your phone into your pocket, you were off. Natalie was nowhere to be found, so you didn’t have to convince her to let you go.

Stiles smiled when you hopped into the jeep. “Well hello, little Martin.” He stated with his signature smile.

“I’m the same age as Lydia and you know this.” You quipped as you clicked the seatbelt in.

“Of course, I know this. I’m just joking with you. I only say it because you’re shorter than me and Scott.” He patted your thigh. “We love you regardless.”

Shaking your head, Stiles backed out of the driveway and headed towards the station.

“Damn, I wish I had a growth spurt.” You mumble making Stiles laugh.

“No Y/n, you’re perfect the way you are. Trust me. You don’t need to be taller or anything like that.”

The words warmed your heart. This is why you had a massive crush on him. He was the sweetest man alive.

“Well that was as sweet as pie, Stiles. Now tell me what to expect with this kid?”

Stiles was now in detective mode. You loved how passionate he was about all of this. He had amazing skills that made him valuable to Scott’s pack, despite being human. You on the other hand, felt very useless to the pack. Your cousin was a Banshee, Scott was a werewolf, Malia was a Coyote, and well Stiles was gifted with his detective skills as well as being smart as hell. You were just a human with no special skills to help them. You always did your best when these things happened, but you just weren’t all that useful to them.

“Liam and Hayden found this kid in a car alone. He was mumbling about needing to find his parents, but my dad has no record of them or the kid. We are all simply confused. He was also mumbling about these men who came out of nowhere on horses and stole his parents.” Stiles explained as he stopped at a red light.

“Interesting. What does your dad think?” You asked when you watched the light turn green.

“He thinks he just ran away from home and found an abandoned car to hot wire.” Stiles was not happy with that answer.

“How old is the kid?”

“12 apparently.”

“Okay, what twelve-year-old can hotwire a car? Who’s the car belong to?” Everything was not adding up.

“The car wasn’t registered to anyone. It had no plates. But the windshield was smashed off. The kid said the men on horses shot the car.”

“That doesn’t sound like a runaway kid to me.”

“Same. Scott is not sure what he thinks.”

You put your hand on Stiles’. “What do you think happened?”

He sighed. “I think it was supernatural of course. I’m not sure what, but I feel it in my bones that he didn’t just run away from home. They don’t even have record of this kid.”

“Well then we will find out what it is, won’t we?”

“You want to help?”

“Of course I do, Stiles. You’re my best friend and I believe you when you have a feeling about these things.” Also your feelings for him, made you believe him even more.

The two of you pulled into the station and he led you from the car. Sheriff Stilinski was in his office with Scott and a kid who looked scared and confused.

“I just want to find my parents.” He cried as Sheriff Stilinski looked on in helplessness.

“How do we find his parents if he’s not even in the database?” He asked Scott in a whisper.

Scott looked pensive before a thought hit him. “Well I could use my claws?”

You shook your head. “Scott no, that’s a horrible idea. That will hurt him!”

The kid spoke up. “I will do anything. I just want to find my parents.” You all exchanged looks, unsure of how to precede. Did Scott really want to use his claws on this kid to get answers?

“It’s going to hurt. Are you sure?” He asked him.

“I am. I need to know where my parents are.” He whined, tears clouding his eyes.

“Okay, we have to do this.” Scott looked to Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles, and I.

Stiles’ dad sighed and shut the door, locking it. Then he lowered all the curtains to his office. You stepped back, knowing it would hurt him. Stiles stepped up beside you and took your hand in his. You turned and buried your head into his chest as Scott buried his claws into the neck of this kid. He screamed in agony as Scott delved into his memories. Stiles wrapped his arms around you, blocking out some of the sound.

It all stopped, and Scott fell away from the boy. Stiles loosened his grip and you turned to see a highly confused Scott. The kid was passed out now.

“What did you see?” Stiles asked.

“Nothing. There are no memories of his parents at all. Just him. His name is Alex.” He mumbled, walking away from him.

“How is there no memories of his parents?” Sheriff Stilinski was so confused.

“That’s what I want to know.” You were all left in a state of confusion. Sheriff talked about how he would be keeping Alex at the station until they could locate his parents. Stiles, Scott, and you exited the station.

“We should go look at his house. You did see his house, right?” Stiles said as you three stopped by the jeep.

“I did. I know where it’s at.” Scott stated.

“Then why don’t we go check it out?” He suggested with hope in his eyes.

“Tomorrow we will go. It’s getting late and we have school in the morning.” Scott told him.

“Okay, that’s fine. Let me know if you remember anything else?”

Scott smiled and put on his motorcycle helmet. “Will do. Good luck!” He told him before riding off.

You were confused. “Good luck with what?” You asked as Stiles led you to the car. You hopped in.

“Oh it’s nothing. Can we, uh, go somewhere to talk?” He was suddenly nervous.

“Sure. I’m positive Lydia isn’t home yet and well I didn’t see her mom, so she’s also probably on a date.”

“Good, let’s go.” He started up the jeep and drove off without another word. He was silent as you both drove along with quiet streets of Beacon Hills. Your mind went to what Lydia asked you to do, and your chest tightened with nerves.

Stiles parked the jeep on the edge of the Beacon Hills Preserve. He shut the car off.

“So I actually needed to talk to you about something.” You said knowing you had to do it now or never.

“Sure, go ahead. I have something to say too.” He said with his cute little smile.

You smiled back but felt like bolting from the jeep. You couldn’t believe Lydia was making you do this. “So I was talking to Lydia and she mentioned that she still thinks you have a crush on her. Do you?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” He answered while watching you closely.

“Okay, she said her, and Aiden were talking, and she didn’t like that you still crushed on her. She was rambling on about how she didn’t want you to spend Senior year following her around, especially now that you and Malia are over.”

“That’s good because I have a crush on someone else.”

You barely registered what he said as you continued on. “And I know it sounds mean when she says this. I even told her she couldn’t say that because you are so sweet and don’t deserve that kind of treatment.”

“Of course.”

“I’m so sorry Stiles, I didn’t want to be the one to say it. But she wants to set you up with someone else, and I said it was a horrible idea because I hate when people set you up with others.”

“Mmm hmmm.” He mumbled as he watched you ramble. He loved when you got like this. You were just so dang cute when you rambled without really understanding what the other person was saying.

“Because I think we should be able to choose who we date on our own without being set up.” You stopped when you realized something he’d said. “Wait, did you say you have a crush on someone else?”

Stiles started laughing. “I was wondering when you would catch that. Yes I did, and yes I do have a crush on someone else. Someone who’s beautiful and loyal and just downright adorable all the time. Someone I should have seen ages ago.”

Inside, your heart ached. “Who is she?”

He shook his head. “Well I think you know her, she’s in all my classes.”

Your brain went into overdrive, thinking about all the girls you and Stiles shared class with. There was only a handful that were in all your classes. “Melanie?”

Once again he was laughing. “No. Y/n, it’s you.”

The world stopped. You looked up at the dark-haired boy in front of you. His eyes sparkled in the moonlight as he watched you with curiosity.

You point to him. “You like me?” Then you pointed at yourself.

“I do. Ever since the Chimera stuff, as well as me and Malia drifting apart. I realized I had the perfect girl in front of me. Who is more perfect than she realized.”

“But I’m not Lydia. At all.”

“I don’t want you to be Lydia. My crush on Lydia was infatuation for someone I thought I knew. But she’s been pretty keen on ignoring me for years, despite us now being in the same friend group. After the Nogitsune, I started thinking about why I liked her and realized all my reasons for liking her, didn’t make sense. I think I just wanted her because I couldn’t have her. Does that make sense?”

“It does. But you really like me?”

“I do, a lot.”

Smiling, you leaned forward and kissed him. “I like you too, Stiles. A lot. I have since I moved here.”

He smiled and pulled you into another kiss. Stiles was happy he finally admitted his feelings to you. He’d known you had some sort of feelings for him but because of Lydia, you never said a thing. He knew he was truly over Lydia.

“Then will you let me take you on a date?” Stiles asked with hope in his beautiful amber colored eyes.

“Yes, oh my god, I would love that!” You wrapped your arms around his lean body, and he reciprocated the movement. His arms pulled you close as you leaned over the console of his car, where he kept his police scanner.

He kissed your forehead, then your cheek, and finally your lips. His lips were hot against yours. You leaned into the kiss until the console got to be too much. Stiles pulled away and motioned to the back of the car. You nodded before hopping over the console with Stiles hot on your heels.

His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you close once again. His lips found yours in another searing kiss. You’d wanted this for so long, that you simply melted into his kiss. Stiles licked your lips to get you to open up, and you did. His tongue was quick to find yours. Your mouths meshed together in the most perfect way.

Stiles’ hands wondered your body over your clothes, increasing your excitement. The way your bodies fit together, was truly a magical feeling. The kisses had your head swimming while he caressed you in the sweetest way.

You took a hold of the situation and rolled the two of you, until you were on top of Stiles. Your lips left his and started sucking on his neck. Stiles moaned when you found the spot on his neck that had his body feeling alive. He pushed up against you, allowing you to feel the forming bulge in his jeans.

Smiling, you pulled him into another kiss and this time, your hands were the ones exploring his body. You felt every muscle in his body as your hands trailed it like he’d done with you. Stiles’ hands were gripping your waist, holding you in place so he could still have some sort of control over you. But you had your own plans up your sleeve, and you pressed yourself into the bulge that was pushing up into you.

“Oh shit.” He moaned as you did that. He was not expecting that at all. “My dirty girl is taking control, huh?” He groaned as you rubbed yourself on him. Your pussy was soaked at this point and the friction of you rubbing against him, was sending you on a trip.

“I am.” You whispered as you ground down again.

“Fuck, you’re making it hard to take this slow.” Stiles’ grip had tightened on your waist. He was trying to stop you from grinding yourself down on him again.

“What if I don’t want to go slow?” You’d pulled away to study his face. You counted the moles on his face, dying to kiss him again, so you pushed forward to do just that.

He lightly pulled away. “As much as I love that, I would hate myself if we did that. I want to do this right. I want to take you out and show you the world.”

You bit your lip as you thrust your hips down again. A steady pressure was building in your core, and you were so ready for it to burst.

“Y/n, gosh you’re so fucking sexy.” He let go of his inhibitions and pulled your lips back to his. His hands were now exploring your body again, while yours wrapped around the back of his neck. He pushed himself up against your needy core, causing the sexiest moans to fall from your mouth.

“Please Stiles, I need you.” You moaned when one of his hands grabbed a breast and palmed it.

His lips were hot against your skin. “I need you too, shit.” His head fell back as your core connected with his hard cock. He was so ready to release it and plunge into your needy little pussy.

“Then have me, Stiles, I don’t want to wait. I have wanted this for so long and I want this now.” Despite everything, you wanted to feel him, and you wanted him to fuck you right here and now.

“Yes, I would love that.” He flipped you over, so you were beneath him. Then he leaned over the seats to grab a condom from the glove compartment. He pulled you into another erotic kiss when a cellphone went off. Your cellphone.

“Awe fuck.” You mumbled as you leaned over the seats to grab your phone. It was Natalie.

“Hello.” You asked into the phone.

“Where are you, Y/n. Lydia said you were in your room but you’re not. It’s nearly 12:30.” She kept her voice level as she asked. She was never too strict with you. Not after what happened with your parents.

You mouthed that it was Natalie to Stiles.

“Scott and Stiles needed me for some research for school. We lost track of time.” You said quickly as Stiles frowned.

“Okay, well you need to come home. You have school in the morning.” She stated, not sounding mad.

“I will be right there. Thank you Aunt Natalie.” You hung up the phone.

Stiles dropped the condom in defeat. “No sex, huh?”

“I’m sorry Stiles. I think we really lost track of time.” You kissed his cheek and jumped back into the passenger seat. Stiles followed behind and started the car.

“Well it’s probably for the best. I meant what I said when I told you I wanted to take my time with you. You just distracted me with your charms.” His eyes traveled the length of your body. Your face heated up when he did this.

“Alright, I agree. We did move a little fast. I just lost myself when I was kissing you.”

“I know the feeling. Now, let’s get you home. I don’t need Natalie on my case for keeping her niece out all hours of the night.”

“That ship has sailed. But she likes you anyway. Especially after what you and Scott did for me when I moved here.” You smiled in his direction.

He smiled back and put a hand on your thigh as he drove through Beacon Hills towards the house you lived in with the Martin’s. He didn’t move his hand at all, not until he pulled into the driveway.

“I had fun, Stiles. I can’t believe you like me.” Never in the world would you have expected the night to turn out this way.

“Well believe it, babe. I’m all yours. Now I will see you at school tomorrow.” He leaned over to kiss you sweetly. Not letting this kiss grow out of control.  

“Yes, I will see you tomorrow.” You left the jeep and waved bye to him. He stayed in the driveway until you were safely in the house. You stood at the door and watched him leave. A huge smile was planted on your face as you did this.

“Damn, what has you so smiley?” A voice cut through your thoughts. Shutting the door, you found Lydia sitting on the couch watching you.

“I had fun with Scott and Stiles.” You stated, trying to not let her know you had just been making out with Stiles Stilinski in the back of his jeep.

“Sure, that’s totally why you’re smiling. I know you better than that. Who’s the lucky guy?” She stood from the couch and crossed the room to stop in front of you.

“Guy? There’s no guy.” You mumbled, looking away from her.

“Y/n sweetie. Your neck is red like some guy was just sucking on it. Cut the bullshit and tell me who it is. I think I have an idea. But please, do spill.” She smirked as she watched you.

“Uh, it was a friend.” Why couldn’t you just say who it was? It was not like she’d be upset.

She shook her head. “It was Stiles wasn’t it?”

“Um, maybe.”

“It was. He was the one who just dropped you off. Besides, I know you’ve had a crush on him.”

Wait, she knew? “How?”

“Y/n, we’ve been close since birth. I saw all the signs. Why do you think I told you to talk to Stiles tonight?”

“You said you wanted to set him up with someone.”

She laughed. “You, I wanted to set him up with you. I knew if I just nudged you towards him, you would admit your feelings for him. I’m happy he feels the same way.”

“Me too. So you aren’t mad?”

“Why would I be? I wanted him to move on from me and you know I want you to be happy.”

“Thank you, Lydia. I really do like him. I never expected him to like me back though.” Not in the least. Not when your cousin was Lydia.

“How could he not? You’re beautiful Y/n.”

“Because he’s liked you forever.”

“Well it looks like he’s over it. Okay, time for bed. You can tell me all about it tomorrow.” You nodded and the two of you went off to your rooms. A huge smile stayed on your face as you drifted to sleep.

**

You drove with Lydia to school, but you woke up to a ridiculously cute text from Stiles. It was still very unreal that he likes you the way he does. But you knew it was real. The proof was the hickey you had to cover when you woke up. Part of you wanted to leave it there, so people knew, but that was stupid to do.

I hope you slept well, my sweet girl. I was sorta up late when a theory hit me. I did some research; you know how it goes. I can’t wait to see your beautiful face at school. See you soon, gorgeous.

The text had you smiling the whole morning, which freaked Lydia out a little. You texted Stiles back, telling him you couldn’t wait to see him at school. Now that you had expressed your feelings, all you wanted, was to be in his presence.

You pulled up at school and spotted Roscoe in the parking lot, with Stiles leaning against it, with Scott not too far from him. Liam was there too, while Malia had just pulled up to school. Trying to hold in the excitement, you and Lydia joined the group.

Stiles didn’t even hesitate before taking your hand in his. Your group of friends eyed you curiously, but the two of you didn’t really notice at all.

“What’s going on with them?” Scott questioned as he watched the way you both looked at each other.

Lydia chuckled. “Somebody came home extremely late, after being out with Stiles last night. It’s safe to say, the two of them admitted their feelings to each other.” She told them.

“Finally!” Scott shouted, throwing a fist into the air. “It was becoming way too much to keep Stiles’ feelings from Y/n.”

Malia rolled her eyes and smacked Scott on the shoulder. “Knock it off. Stiles was just being Stiles. I knew he would do it eventually.”

You looked to your friends. “You knew he liked me?”

They all nodded, even Liam.

“Shit, he even showed me his feelings for you when we were dating. Stiles isn’t particularly good at hiding his feelings.” Malia stated, wrapping an arm around Scott. The two of them were becoming particularly close since Scott and Kira officially ended things a few months back.

“We also knew Y/n had a crush on Stiles. I mean, I’ve known since it started.” Scott laughed as your face heated up.

“I can’t say I knew about it until Scott told me recently.” Malia admitted.

Liam laughed. “I’ve known since I met you all.”

“Well that’s my cue to go find Aiden. He said he was here early to study.” Lydia waved goodbye before leaving the group.

The fact that all your friends knew that you and Stiles had something for each other but said nothing, was frustrating. “Now that I know my friends have been keeping things from me. Is there anything else you want to tell me?” You said, trying to look serious.

They knew you better than that. “You love us, Y/n. Don’t lie.”

“Perhaps. But I am a little mad at you.”

Stiles chuckled. “No you’re not. You can never stay mad at them for long. They just wanted us to figure it out on our own.” Stiles stated while kissing your cheek.

“I know.” With that, the bell went off and you all headed into the school to go to first period, making plans to meet for lunch in the quad.

*

Lunch rolled around and the group met up in the quad like they said they would. Scott, Malia, Lydia, Aiden, Stiles, and you all sat around the tables. Lydia was particularly invested in Aiden as always.

Stiles was talking about going over to Alex’s house on his break, because the investigator in him couldn’t wait to get more evidence. Luckily, Scott convinced him to wait until after school, where he would be able to go. You were grateful because it would be safer to have Scott with you both.

They were going around taking pictures for the yearbook when they stopped at your table. You all huddled in for the picture. Stiles wrapped an arm around you and held you close as the picture was snapped. Everyone was happy to get a picture of the friend group.

Stiles was practically bouncing off the walls when school ended. You followed him and Scott to Roscoe, you jumped into the back and were all headed to Alex’s house. The closer you got, the more a deep feeling of dread built up in you. Something was up and you kind of didn’t want to know but you had to. Alex needed help.

The jeep pulled up in front of a dark blue house, the same one that Scott had seen when he delved into Alex’s memories. The three of you exited the jeep and headed up to the house. There was something up with it.

Scott led you and Stiles into the home and immediately the three of you were massively confused. It looked like a completely abandoned house. There was hardly any furniture, but the minimal furniture that was there, was dusty as hell.

“Are we sure this is the place you saw?” Stiles asked as he looked around the home.

“Yes, this is the right place.” Scott said as he touched a dining table that had a lone plate setting.

You were silent as you wandered the house. The three of you wandered up the stairs where you found Alex’s room. It was fully furnished, and looked clean and lived in, unlike the rest of the house.

“Oh what the hell is this?” Stiles sighed as we looked at the room.

“This doesn’t make sense. How the hell is the rest of the house empty, but his room is not?”

Scott was silent as he looked at Alex’s belongings. “I’m not sure. This is weird. Let’s see if we can find anything else.” He started to leave the room.

You were looking at the bulletin board when you noticed something odd. There was a picture of Alex, but he was alone, but it was clear there were other people that were supposed to be in the picture with him.

“Stiles, look at this.” He stepped up beside you and took the picture from you.

“Huh, that’s weird. It’s like the others in this picture were completely erased from it.”

“Right, this is not any normal disappearance. Especially since we don’t even know Alex’s parents names.” You flipped the photo, to see if he’d written anything on it, but it was blank.

Stiles stopped short. “Did you hear that?” He muttered as he looked towards the hallway.

Hearing nothing, you shook your head.

He was focused on the door though. “I heard a horse.”

Clearly, he wasn’t joking. You knew when Stiles was joking and right now he was completely silent.

“A horse? Stiles, we’re in a house. There can’t be a horse inside it.”

“Yeah well I hear one and it’s getting louder. Stay here.” He said as he headed for the door. The dread you felt earlier was back and more intense. You looked at the ground and spotted something peculiar. A dirty white bandana laid on the ground. Reaching for it, you saw a flash of a vision. It was some sort of creature on a horse, pointing a gun. You jerked from your thoughts when you heard Scott in the hallway. You rushed to the door.

“Are you okay, Stiles? What happened?” Scott asked as you saw Stiles on the ground. He looked absolutely terrified.

“I saw this ghost rider on a horse. He was coming at me. He was about to shoot me.” He rambled, clearly terrified by the ordeal. Your stomach dropped.

“Stiles, was the ghost rider wearing a handkerchief?” You questioned as Stiles finally pulled himself from the floor.

“No, he didn’t have one on. Why?”

“Because I just found this in Alex’s bedroom.” Holding up the dirty piece of fabric, the two guys studied it. Stiles grabbed it and examined it.

“Shit, let’s see if there is anything else in there.” Scott was quick to go back to the bedroom but stopped when he opened the door. There was no furniture in the room anymore.

“What the hell.” You mumbled, grabbing Stiles’ hand. For the moment, you forgot the vision you had when you touched the fabric Stiles was holding.

The guys were silent as they looked into the room. “We need to get out of here. We need to check on Alex.” All three of you left the house to head to the station. Stiles had handed you the handkerchief again and you studied it while he drove the three of you to the station.

Entering the building, something was very wrong. The cell where Alex had locked himself was empty. No one in the station had any recollection of the boy either. It was like he vanished into thin air, just like the furniture from his room.

“He was taken by the ghost riders.” Stiles said to you and Scott. You had headed back to Beacon Hills High for the Lacrosse scrimmage. Stiles and Scott were late, but coach didn’t really seem to notice.

“Hey, why are you wearing my jersey?” Stiles asked a random kid when he walked by in Stiles’ 24 jersey.

“Coach gave it to me at practice yesterday.” He said with a shrug before walking off.

“Huh, what the hell. Why would coach do that? Did he forget to tell me something?”

Scott shrugged. “Not sure man. Let’s head in to change for the scrimmage.” Scott left you and Stiles for the school. Stiles was looking after the guy who wore his jersey.

“Are you okay, Stiles?” You asked, jerking him from his thoughts.

“Yeah, this is just weird.” You agreed and followed him into the school.

“Hey, I forgot some of my homework in my locker. I need to go grab that. I will meet you in a few.” You told Stiles as you both entered the school. His hand was locked in yours. He was on edge and you could feel it just by the way he held your hand. “Hey Stiles, take a deep breath. You’re going to give yourself a panic attack.” You whispered while putting a hand on his cheek.

He looked to you. “I’m okay.” He assured, kissing you before telling you to get your homework.

You nodded and walked away, feeling like something bad was about to happen. The vision popped back into your head as you walked towards your locker. Why and how did you get a vision? That shouldn’t be possible. At all.

Rummaging through your locker, you looked through your belongings to find the book you need for your homework. You stopped short when you felt someone behind you. You glanced back and saw no one at all. Shaking off the feeling, you found the book you needed and slipped it into your bag.

As you were headed back to Stiles, you saw him looking extremely distraught. You rushed back to him and took his hand in yours.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered making him look down at you.

“They don’t remember me.” He said with a frown.

“Who doesn’t remember you?”

“Your Aunt. Liam, Hayden, and Mason. My dad.” None of them remember me.” His voice was low. You felt the panic building.

“Shit, what’s happening?”

Stiles looked behind him. “They are here.” He gripped your hand tighter and pulled you out of the school.

“Who’s here?” You stopped when you heard the distinct sound of horses.

“The ghost riders. They are back.” He raced around. You could hear them, but you didn’t see them and that scared you.

“Where are they. I can hear them?” You jumped when you heard it from your left. Stiles led you away from them.

“You hear them?”

“Yes.”

“Come on, we have to get out of here.” The two of you ran to his jeep and jumped in. He tried to start it, looking up every other second. When the jeep wouldn’t start. He gave up.

“Y/n listen to me. They are going to take me. This is what they do. They take people and make everyone forget they ever existed. I need you to help me. I need you to remember me.” He said, the panic increasing.

“What, no they can’t take you!”

“They are. Listen baby. I love you; I need you to remember me and help them find me. You have to do this for me.” He was now holding your hands in his.

“Please no, you can’t go. I just got you. I need you.” You whined, feeling tears dripping from your eyes. The sounds of the horses were loud, and you knew you were completely surrounded by them.

“I know, baby. I don’t want this. I need you to stay strong.” He wiped away some of the tears that streamed from your eyes.

“Don’t leave me Stiles. I love you. Please.” He was now crying too.

“I’m sorry baby. I don’t have a choice.” He grabbed your head and pulled you into one last passionate kiss before the door flung open and he was pulled from the jeep. “Remember me, Y/n!” Those were the last words you heard from Stiles before he was completely gone.

“Please no!” You yelled as he disappeared from existence. The tears flowed heavier down your cheeks as the weight of the situation hit you. Stiles was gone and you weren’t sure if he would come back.

Everything hurt. Your heart ached in your chest as you cried for Stiles. It was unreal that he had been taken from you. The two of you only just realized how much you liked each other and now he was gone. The biggest fear was that you would forget him. You didn’t want that.

Holding your hands to your chest, you cried for the boy you now knew you loved. He’d been a huge reason why you were still alive after losing your parents. He pulled you from the dark depression that threatened to claim you.

The two of you had danced around your feelings for way too long, but now it had been ripped out from under you.

“Stiles please, come back! I need you.” You mumbled as the tears never ceased falling.

You glanced in the backseat to see a jacket. Stiles’ jacket. You grabbed it and as you touched it, another vision popped into your head. It was Stiles, being thrown off the horse by one of the ghost riders. The vision was so quick that you couldn’t see where he was at. But it gave you a small sense of hope that you could see him again.

The tears still fell as you grappled with the weight of the heartbreak you felt. It was like losing your parents all over again. The world felt incomplete and you weren’t sure what to do.

The fear of forgetting Stiles, made you stay right in his car. Curled up in the back seats as you mourned his disappearance and prayed he would return to you.

At some point, you managed to drift to sleep but you were plagued by nightmares of the ghost riders, taking the ones you loved. Taking Stiles from you over and over again. It was about 3 am when you were awakened with a start.

There was a loud ringing in your ears, that scared you. You noticed you were in Stiles’ car alone. The disorientation from sleep, made you forget where Stiles was. But the weight of the loss hit you like a freight train.

The ringing was coming from outside the car. You pulled yourself up and jumped the seats to get out. The ringing was loud outside the door. A flash of gold caught your eye.

Bending down, you studied the gold object. It was an old-style pocket watch. You reached down to grab it. The ringing stopped once you held the strange object.

Opening the watch, you noted that the time was stopped at 8:43. The time Stiles had been cruelly ripped from the jeep by the invisible ghost riders.

You closed the watch and turned it over. There were initials on the back. ‘GD’.

“I think that belongs to me.” A voice startled you. You turned to find an unfamiliar man behind you.

“Who are you? What are you doing here so late?” You asked, taking a step back from him.

“I’m a teacher here, and I lost track of time because well it looks like I dropped my watch out here.” There was something unsettling about him. “I’m Mr. Douglas, one of the new teachers here.” He added.

“Okay.” You watched him closely.

“Can I have my watch back?” He eyed the gold piece in your hands.

“Oh yes, here.” You handed him the watch, hoping he would leave you alone.

“Thank you, darling.” He placed the watch in his pocket. “What are you doing out here so late anyway? Alone I might add.”

“I’m not alone, I’m here with my boyfriend.” Your heart constricted when you said that.

“Where is he?” A sick smirk entered his face. “I don’t see him around here, Y/n.”

Chills went through your body. You had never met this guy, so how the hell did he know your name.

“Uh, I have to go.” You quickly hopped back into the jeep and locked the doors. Mr. Douglas stood outside and watched you. The keys were still in the ignition, so you turned them and hoped the jeep would start. It did.

As quickly as you could, you raced away from the school in Stiles’ jeep Roscoe.

PART TWO >>

[cadybear420]

Best and Worst LI from each series

Inspired by this post by @choices-binglebonkus from a couple of years back. I came across it recently and I felt compelled to do my own.

Keep in mind that I haven't played some of these stories in a while, and there are a handful where I haven't even started or completed them. So a lot of stuff here is subject to change.

TCATF

Best: For Kenna: I'm not sure. For Dom: probably Sei because I loved their relationship in Book 2. But it's been a while.

Worst: For Kenna: I'm still not sure. For Dom: either Rose because of how she's written out of Book 2 with the inability to transfer data, or Will Jackson with how he was so obviously a last minute addition.

[MW: Haven't played yet, and IIRC this one didn't really have any LIs or romance.]

[TFS: Haven't played yet.]

ROE

Best: As pleasant as the 3 main LIs were, all their romances with MC felt very empty and rushed, which to be fair is expected when Nana's forcing you to marry by the end of the summer. As for the other characters, it's still hard to pick one that's the best cause I didn't find any of the romances particularly remarkable. I'd have to go either with Party Twin's LIs or cousin's romance with Chaz because they were the only ones that didn't feel like clusterfucks.

Worst: Like I said, all of MC's romances were empty. But since I'm including the other characters' romances too, easily Audrey and Elena. Audrey was a very unpleasant character towards Bookish Twin in Books 1 and 2. And same for Elena in part of Book 2 and all of Newlyweds; she had every right to be upset at Brother for hiding his past ex wife, but she acted incredibly petty and immature over it.

ES

Best: I didn't really get to romance anyone in my playthrough but either Jake or Estela. Jake has some really funny one-liners and nicknames. Estela I saw has the "Dont. Touch. My. Husband/Wife!!!" line that makes me really want to do a romance with her as a m!MC. I love protective gfs, I aspire to be a protective gf.

Worst: None of them because all of them are great characters. But if I had to choose... maybe Quinn? She didn't feel as fleshed out to me as the other 3. But it's been 2 and a half years since I last played so yeah.

LH

Best: None of them really grabbed me, but I'd have to go with either Leah or Ben. Ben is just a sweetheart, but I also liked the interactions between Leah and MC in Book 2.

Worst: Mark wasn't bad, but I couldn't buy into the relationship with him as well as I could the other two.

THOBM

Best: Eleanor for sure. She is partly responsible for my realizing that I'm not straight. She's supposed to be this stoic ghost woman, but gets super flustered and blushy when you flirt with her??? Bye bye heterosexuality.

Worst: Victor wasn't bad but he was just... a total non-character. Yeah, a rare story where a female LI takes the spotlight and a male LI is sidelined.

TRR: I haven't really played past Book 1, but I've already deemed Liam as my favorite LI. Though I am biased because this is the first book I started when I first got into Choices back in February 2021 (I'm a fandom baby I know), but he won my heart instantly in that premium scene where MC can take him on a boat to see the statue of liberty. And throughout the rest of the book he's just a very sweet and pleasant character. So I'm just gonna leave it at that and not deem a worst LI just yet.

Hero

Best: It's been a long time but I strongly remember quite liking Grayson. He was sweet and cute. Kenji was also pretty decent but I don't think I liked him quite as much as I did Grayson.

Worst: Eva isn't a bad character, but she was introduced way too late into the story for me to truly care about her.

OG HSS

Best: AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN-MOTHER-FUCKING-ZHOU!!!!!! Sweet mother of all things holy how am I supposed to talk about this in only one paragraph???

As if it wasn't obvious, I love everything about him and he's easily my favorite Choices character of all time. For one, I love male characters who are more on the soft and gentle side. Aiden is definitely that, and his tendency to get flustered and blushy is adorable. For two, he's passionate, dedicated, just very earnest and down-to-earth. And especially in Book 1, we see how he struggles with self-esteem. He's passionate, but he doesn't consider himself as such. He considers himself a failure for the screwed up halftime performance. He doesn't feel he knows how to communicate to MC right and thinks lower of himself for preferring to communicate through music.

I found a lot of these aspects very relatable myself, outside of music though, because I can't play an instrument to save my life. But I do have a passion for stuff like drawing, writing, and editing. And I think relating to Aiden so much sort of added to how authentic the romance route with him and MC felt for me. There were a couple of moments where I could have my MC sort of connect with him– the rooftop scene where MC can say that seeing how passionate he is inspires them to do better, their scene at homecoming in the band room where MC can say that social interactions don't come easy to them either despite how confident they can be.

And just... the whole romance route feels so earned and well-paced? I mean I'm sure all of the routes in HSS are like that but I especially love it here. How you can give him time of day to listen to him play piano, slowly help him step out of his comfort zone, I love how protective you can be of him in Book 2 and how you can be there for him when Isa and his parents are punishing him, and how he's then being there for you during the Book 3 drama when you're accused of sabotage. And all the moments such as becoming official with him, him confessing his love to MC and how you can confess back... it just all feels so organic.

Also the romance route with him hits so much different if you romance him as a band kid. You get extra moments with him, not to mention when you're about to play his song at the spring concert and they say how "there's a glint in his eyes you haven't seen before" and after you play it they say "his eyes gleam with pride" like HELLO??? That extra bit of connection they have when they're *both* musicians???? Shit like this is why I sing my praises to this trilogy so much.

Worst: None of them! Okay but if I had to choose... well, this is gonna pain me to say this, but Michael.

I adore his character arc and he's my second most favorite HSS character and Choices LI, but when I tried romancing him (and I did so twice), I noticed he actually felt a lot more underdeveloped in comparison to the other LIs. Specifically in Book 2, as he's the only character who isn't really struggling with anything. He felt very lacking in presence for the first half of that book– even moreso than Emma, whose subplot didn't even have anything to do with the main Isa plot. And so Book 2 kinda felt like this big gap in the relationship journey that he and MC can have.

Then again, maybe he and Evie Ayana (my MC) just don't have all that much chemistry and I should try romancing him as a brand new version of the MC.

ILITW

Best: My personal favorite is Lucas, but honestly? It's a tough tie between him, Andy, and Ava. Andy I'd say had the stronger character arc, but I personally related more to Lucas. Ava however is certainly the most memorable and witty of them.

Worst: Connor. He's not bad and I quite liked some of the banter between him and MC, but he is lacking in ways that make him stick out like a sore thumb. All these other LIs are characters attending school with MC, that MC has been friends with since childhood, who have all experienced Jane's death up-front as kids. Connor lacks all of that, being Stacy's older brother of 2 years and not really part of the friend group. And he doesn't really have much of a character arc like the others do to make up for that. I don't mind MC romancing outside of their close childhood friends, but it just felt a bit harder to connect with him on the same level as the others.

HFTH:

Best: Wyatt was probably the most memorable of the bunch.

Worst: Nick was annoying, but he did get better in the second half of the story. Holly was alright but very bland.

[RCD: Haven't played yet.]

PM

Best: Hayden without a doubt, though I'm certainly very fond of Sloane too. Hayden is a literal robot, yet they still feel more like an actual human being than like 90% of the customizable LIs we've been getting. The whole arc with them basically having an existential crisis upon realizing they're an android, then eventually going on to start a new identity for themselves... I loved it. And as a bonus, the customizable aspect is kind of integrated in the story itself rather than being a meta choice.

Worst: None of them. Maybe Alana and Khaan, cause they seemed to be somewhat pushing some romance with them in Book 2, but it felt very muddled and unclear.

BB

Best: All of them. But I'm probably most fond of Kamilah "I'm *her* queen. And she's mine." Sayeed. Jax and Lily are close seconds though as they're incredibly memorable (also the mass fandom hatred for Lily that was apparently a thing... yeah very sus to me. why did y'all hate her.)

Worst: None of them. I'd say maybe Adrian didn't stand out quite as much as the others?

[VOS: Haven't played yet.]

AME

Best: None of the LIs really stood out to me but my favorite would probably have to be Jen, she was sweet and always tried to help MC.

Worst: Derek had to be the most lackluster of them all IMO.

[D&D: Haven't played yet.]

ATV

Best: For MC: I was most fond of Kepler the buff queen and Meridian the sweet medic. For Eos: Gee Zekei, how come PB lets you be a romance option for two playable characters? For Pax: Holmes is precious.

Worst: IDK honestly. I wasn't a fan of Zaniah's betrayal or whatever it was. But IDK.

[BSC: Haven't played yet.]

HSS:CA

Best: Objectively speaking, Skye. She's the one thing that HSS:CA enjoyers and HSS:CA critics and haters can agree that is good about the series, and honestly that's deserved. Everything about her character storyline is pretty damn immaculate. That being said, I romanced Ajay and I'm personally very fond of him. Although I didn't care much for him in Book 1, Books 2 and onwards make him a much more sympathetic and compelling character. And personally, I tend to chalk up the whole siding against MC thing to be lazy OOC writing considering A) he'd warned MC about Danielle in the earlier chapters and B) directors generally have a responsibility to stay unbiased in these kinds of situations, and given how seriously Ajay takes being a director, realistically I think he would have tried to stay unbiased and tell the other accusers to fuck off. PB, you did my boy dirty.

Worst: Rory. I didn't hate them and they're a pretty decent character on their own, but they're easily the weakest LI of CA and of HSS as a whole. They have zero character development over the trilogy. Book 1 forcing our MC to crush on them and agonize so much over wanting their first kiss with Rory on stage was obnoxious and unnecessary, and it didn't help that their entire personality in said book didn't really go much beyond "popular theatre heartthrob". They try so hard to force us to like them by flaunting how popular they are and having Cunt and Nasty– sorry I mean Clint and Natalie– constantly fawn over them. Rory was thankfully no longer forced in Book 2 and had somewhat more character (also the way they called out Morgan's hypocrisy and single handedly destroyed her campaign is peak Rory), but the whole election plotline did nothing for their character. Book 3 gives them some sort of conflict with their parents, but it's just the group thinking Rory's dad is cheating only for it to be the good ole misunderstanding cliche.

ILB

Best: Tom. Parker was pretty adorable too, but nothing beats the part in the premium lake day scene where Tom wishes he'd won a giant teddy so he could put it in the passenger seat and be able to go into the fast lane and then MC can give him the teddy they won (if they did win).

Worst: Danni for how she can be needlessly callous towards Parker's memory if he ends up leaving the group. Even if he's dead. It comes off as extra hypocritical if Danni ended up caving to Astrid's temptations as well.

[TE: Haven't played yet.]

ACOR

Best: Either Syphax or Cassius for their loyalty to MC.

Worst: IDK.

TH:M

Best: Eris Huang is an icon. "Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals".

Worst: I didn't care for Sonia. I mean she was alright and I liked her redemption arc, but she just didn't vibe with me as a LI.

ROD

Best: Colt is the only LI I felt had any real character depth, any real significance, any real reason for me to give a shit about him.

Worst: The pushing of Logan as the main LI felt very forced, unnecessary, and undeserved. Like... there wasn't anything all that special about him.

OPH: I haven't really played past Book 1, but I'm quite fond of Bryce.

[PTR: Haven't played yet.]

[WT: Haven't played yet.]

NB

Best: Katherine the "I don't like being saved" was fun to romance as a male MC. But either Vera or Cal would have to be the strongest character-wise.

Worst: None of them really. None of them are super amazing to me, but I didn't have any problems with any of them.

[PT: Haven't played yet.]

[SK: Haven't played yet. Tried to once but I got bored and quit 5 chapters in]

BP

Best: Aisha for sure. She's just a very vibrant and fun character.

Worst: Reed and Ash were nice and cute, but other than that... not much. They were pretty useless to the plot too.

MOTY

Best: All of them. IDC. They're all super compelling.

Worst: None.

[StD: Haven't played yet.]

[TRM: Haven't played yet.]

BaBu

Best: Mayor Dixon was really fun to romance. The female version especially contributed to my possible bi awakening.

Worst: I liked Clint as a character but the first chapter tries wayyyyyy too hard to get the player to be turned on by the thought of having his babies. The Clint fangirls in that scene were so clearly written by someone who's never met a single woman in his life outside of some stereotypical textbook-definition Facebook Karen moms I'm sorry

[HC: Haven't played yet.]

WEH

Best: Well well well, this seems to be the first ever single-LI story on the app. And personally I think Dakota was a pretty decent and compelling character.

Worst: None

BOLAS: I haven't started Book 2 yet but I already know my favorite is Imtura. I especially love how shamelessly RoleReversal her romance is with a male MC. Praying it carries over to Book 2.

AVSP

Best: None

Worst: This book was boring and Simon/Ava's motives for making a fake marriage with the MC felt very contrived.

Witness

Best: Cassian. This book sucks but Cassian was at least a pleasant character.

Worst: None.

DS

Best: None.

Worst: None. Honestly I don't have many feelings for the characters in this one.

TNA

Best: Sam Dalton. I mean he's not brilliant or anything but I do have a bit of a soft spot for them because TNA 1 was the first Choices story I ever completed. Also the first time a f!MC was allowed to get up in her m!LI's bootyhole.

Worst: Also Sam Dalton because of all the "+Desire +Desire +Desire +Desire +Desire +Desire" and shit

QB: I've twice attempted playthroughs of this and ended up neglecting both of them halfway through Book 1. But I did quite like Ian/Ina.

TUH: I started a playthrough back when it was releasing to all and then ended up neglecting it by like Ch10. I'll need to start playing again, but I remember being quite fond of Mr. John Somerset.

MTFL

Best: All the LIs were pretty compelling characters, they just had shit stories with a shit MC. But of the three of them, Ava was probably the most compelling to me.

Worst: None.

MM

Best: IDK. I'm tempted to say Jack/Jacqueline because I did like their banter with the MC, but other than that they were rather bland.

Worst: Like I said, Jack/Jacqueline felt very bland outside of the banter they could have with MC.

[RT: Haven't played yet]

WB

Best: Morgan was easily the most fleshed out and compelling of the two LIs.

Worst: Bastien is derivative as all hell. Seriously, pick up any werewolf-themed YA erotic story and the male werewolf LI in it will almost certainly be identical to Bastien.

[FA: Haven't played yet]

SB

Best: This is a tough one. Chef Flint's character was a lot more derivative and I personally preferred being around Julia(n). But Julia(n) was also an incredibly useless character, you could remove them from the story and nothing important would change.

Worst: See above.

LOA

Best: As much as I didn't care for the series, I did find both LIs pretty decent. But of the two of them, Aislinn is much more fleshed out.

Worst: Gabe, who wasn't bad but wasn't nearly as fleshed out as Aislinn.

SW

Best: Manu was a pretty interesting character. The relationship with them is pretty straightforward, but it was interesting and even a bit sweet later on. And apparently your bond score can determine whether or not you survive in the last chapter? Also this is the only single LI story I know of where you can choose a more platonic route with the LI.

Worst: None.

WTD

Best: I think I liked Angel the most. She was fun.

Worst: I'm not sure really.

Surrender

Best: None. None. None. Noooooooooooone.

Worst: Fuck Reagan Thorne. Worst LI on the app ever. I'll admit Book 2 does go a little more in-depth with their background, but as someone who has been in a similar situation, God they botch it horribly because 90% of this book is spent doubling down on Reagan's toxicity. And just when MC finally gets the self-respect to leave them after that awful "When a woman agrees to be my sub she agrees to obey" line, they then throw it right in the trash with how easily she ends up getting back with them. Bruh throw the whole LI in the trash.

COP

Best: Trystan is a fun character and their relationship with the MC is very refreshing. They're both equals for once in a single LI story, and it'll be interesting no matter which gender you choose for each character (whereas in most single LI stories they're really only interesting if you play as anything other than wlm).

Worst: None.

UT

Best: None.

Worst: Kit is the textbook definition of a soulless personality-less customizable LI. They try to push them as this "player" except it's moreso just people flocking to Kit rather than Kit flirting with others.

TPS

Best: Clarke was a fun character and the female white sprite also contributes to me knowing I'm not straight.

Worst: Devon was nice but they were kind of bland and useless.

TCH: I've only played Book 1 so far and haven't yet started Book 2, but I found Kieran pretty decent and I enjoyed their development.

ID: Gabe was sweeter and I kind of liked their interactions with the MC, but Cas was more interesting, so I'm not sure. But there's a Book 2 on the way so I can't properly judge anyways.

MAH

Best: Tyler! He's arguably the least developed of the LIs but he was my favorite because he's just so babygirl. I miss when we had true softie male LIs. Also, bonus points for the dialogue changes about him realizing he's not straight if you romance him as a male or enby MC.

Worst: Not sure. Maybe Donovan because he could be a bit callous to the MC in the earlier chapters. I get why he was acting like that, but some of it did seem a bit excessive. But even then, he's still a very fleshed out character and his callousness doesn't go on for too long, so it's hard to, in good faith, deem him as the "worst". But I will also say that Stevie being MC's childhood best friend felt very poorly set up.

TPA

Best: None of them. Rowan was underdeveloped and Agent Grey was mostly very one note. They have some alright interactions, but I personally found the two hookup options Lou and Alexis far more interesting.

Worst: Like I said, Agent Grey was very one note. They seemed to be trying to go for the whole James Bond trope with having a companion that he has a bit of bantery romance with, except there wasn't much flavor to the relationship between MC and Agent Grey. Grey's character is pretty much entirely just being a tsundere.

[GNV: Haven't played yet]

[KOD: Haven't played yet]

[GG: Haven't played yet]

RWB

Best: None.

Worst: Drew had some alright character development, but I found them mostly unremarkable. "Baby Bird" was also very infantilizing.

FCL

Best: None.

Worst: How is it that every single character on-screen, even Sky who's a complete stranger, could figure out MC was scheming against Rebecca, but Rebecca's partner themselves apparently could not? Blake is either spineless as all fuck, or was just doing shrooms during the entire trip. Or both.

[TDA: Haven't played yet]

[KND: Haven't played yet]

TBB

Best: None

Worst: Cole/Callie is bland as all hell and very unreliable. Tries to use a baby to save their and Daphne's relationship and then proceeds to cheat on Daphne. Only in like the last chapter do they talk things out like actual grown ass adults, but it's too little too late.

DLS: I'm still catching up but I'm enjoying Charlie King.

[APH: Haven't started yet]

[SOD: Haven't started yet]

[Unbridled: Haven't started yet]

[princeescaluswords]

Oye soy yo de nuevo, tengo una duda como seria la temporada de 6A si Scott fuera borrado en lugar de stiles? y que evitaria que lo recordara Melissa o stiles lo recordarán? (como claudia con noah) y sin scott, allison y aiden seguirían vivos? (la verdad no estoy segura porque la manada fue testigo de cómo los dos morían, con claudia segun yo fue porque stiles (gracias a la enfermedad de su madre, ella decía que el de niño la miraba con ganas de matarla) al no existir nadie quiso matarla)

This was a very complicated question, and I’m sorry it took me so long to answer it. I hope I translated it correctly. For those who need a translation themselves, the question asks what would be different if Scott had been the one who was taken by the Wild Hunt. I feel that 6A had the potential to be a good season, but it was hampered by three things – the reduced presence of Dylan O’Brien, the writing choice of promoting the relationship between Stiles and Lydia, and the writing and directing choices of the previous seasons.

The primary problem with having the Ghost Riders take Scott rather than Stiles would be the way the audience had been conditioned to place expectations on Scott and only Scott. In every previous season, there had been a recurrent theme about Scott having responsibility for the lives of others, but the problem would be that expectation only applied to Scott. From Stiles’s statement in Heart Monitor (1x06): “Look, you have something, Scott. Okay? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do. So that means you don't have a choice anymore. It means you have to do something” to Melissa’s statement in Status Asthmaticus (5x10): “You’ll get them back. You have to,” Scott was placed in a role where he became responsible for the actions and welfare of others. This is why few in the audience even reacted to Scott having to beg to be allowed to help Stiles save his father in The Last Chimera (5x11), as gross as that scene was. It’s what Scott is expected to do.

Yet no one else is expected to do the same. Stiles is entitled to lie to every single person he claims to care about, attack a half-dead Scott for something he didn’t do, and sabotage investigations yet never even admit he was wrong to do so. Liam is entitled to beat Scott to the point of death and spend the next four episodes running after Hayden and determining how he gets to make up to Scott for it or if he’s even going to try, while Mason makes excuses for him every episode and it never occurs to Liam to ask if Scott’s physically okay. Et cetera. There had been no expectation for any other character to step up, and that only changed during 6A. I cannot remember a narrative moment where someone else is been told “you have to get involved for another’s sake” by another character. Not even Derek Hale, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, or Melissa McCall.

Thus, were Scott to have been erased, I’m sure that people would notice that he was gone, but who would step forward? Sure, Stiles is perceptive and would notice incongruities, but when did he ever act to fix them on his own before? He always brought them to Scott. Liam might wonder about how he became a werewolf, but why would he go talk to Stiles or Lydia about it?

So the first thing the show would had to have write would be who would they go to? The only person they really could have gone to would be Alan Deaton, who while he dislikes telling people what to do, would have started guiding them. But the Wild Hunt had a technique to stop that: a doppelganger that the Wild Hunt would produce to distract others. In canon, that doppelganger was Claudia Stilinski. But in the case of Scott being taken, the best character to bring back to neutralize the pack would be … Laura Hale. An alpha, even a fake one produced by the Wild Hunt, would effectively slot into the place that Scott occupied.

In an instant, no matter how much other people noticed someone missing from their life, they’d go to Laura, treating Laura the way they treated Scott. The resulting story would be really good character development as people realized that as much as following a leader helped them, eventually they had to be responsible for their own actions.

We could also give Scott a lot of scenes in the Train Station when he had nothing to do but talk about his feelings, something we never really got. We might learn what he felt about Victoria gassing him, Stiles betraying him, Liam beating him to the point of death, his aborted attempt to save Theo, or even the horror of being turned into a berserker.

I want to answer some of your questions. The Wild Hunt didn’t alter the past. It altered the present and people’s memories of the past. That’s why Scott was still a werewolf even after Stiles had been erased. So, Aiden, Allison, Matt, and Victoria would still be dead.

The Wild Hunt chose to bring back Claudia Stilinski for two reasons – one was production-level and one was tactical. In a season focused on Stiles, it made sense to bring focus back to his family situation and the crucial role Claudia’s dementia and death affected him. I can understand that, even though I didn’t like it. I also believe that the climax of Riders of the Storm was supposed to be Stiles finally putting that demon to rest, but we never got a chance to see it. Within the world of the story, Claudia did distract the Sheriff, who was able to, at least at first distract the investigation, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy me.

I hoped this satisfied you at least a little bit.

[ceruleanmusings]

oh! do you have any aus? any you wanna tell me about?

Sure thing! All of them for Teen Wolf, which shouldn't come as a surprise at this point considering there's a lot of the plot that can be fixed changed. And of course these all involve Melanie because I can't write for Teen Wolf without my OC involved, except for a few occasions.

1) There's the mini-series I'm writing now with Melanie and Isaac being together in college. It's an AU in the sense that, for it to end up with them at different colleges, Isaac had come back in season four and stuck around so he’s been through the Deadpool, the Dread Doctors, the Beast, the Ghost Riders, and the Anuke-Ite. Rightfully so, he left Beacon Hills without looking back. Though he does go back to California for Melanie, and Scott let’s be honest, and they’re in a long-distance relationship but they make it work. Anything I write for this would be mostly set in Vermont because that’s where I have Isaac move to (because he’s a minor and he HAS to have more family members rather than being whisked away to France with someone who is NOT his legal guardian, Jeff Davis!)

2) Melanie being an alpha werewolf rather than a siren. When I first included Melanie I had thought about her being a werewolf because i found it hard to believe Laura was THE ONLY female werewolf at the time. Like, I get it, hot guys running around being “monsters” but, I mean, girls can be werewolves too. I ended up going with a siren (the bird kind) because it was different from all the other creatures that had been in the show at that point. But, yes, I do have an AU where in season 1, right off the bat, Melanie is revealed to be an alpha werewolf of the Crowe family (her father’s a werewolf, her mother’s a human ex-hunter). They had a liaison with the Hales so she knew Cora, Laura, and Derek since she was young and knew of the fire which is what brought them (the Crowes) to Beacon Hills in the first place. She’s out the night Scott and Stiles find the dead body, fearing that it was Laura because she’d gone radio silent for a while. She brings Erica along because Erica already knows about werewolves and then everything unfolds from there. Erica, Isaac, and Boyd are brought into the world of werewolves much sooner through Melanie. So it starts out kind of following the show but it deviates from there fast because, well, there’s a teen alpha werewolf trying to keep Scott safe while also trying to figure out the REAL alpha werewolf is that’s killing everyone when the finger is pointed at her.

3) Then there’s my lacrosse fic AU. It’s strictly AU in that there are no werewolves/supernatural/powers. They’re all human and they’re all teens in high school, with the exception of Derek and Jordan and other older figures. Allison, Erica, Boyd, and Aiden are alive, all the teens attend Beacon Hills High, and the Cyclones lacrosse team rejects Scott, Stiles, and Melanie so they form their own lacrosse team. It’s comprised of them, Isaac, Boyd, Malia, Kira, and Liam. It’s set in junior year because I need Liam there and the whole focus is the new underdog team coming together and moving through the state championship ranks to meet the Cyclones in the finals to see who wins. So, it’s very Mighty Ducks-esque. I’ve always wanted to write a sport fic and now here’s my chance.

4) Melanie being a hunter rather than a siren. This would make her and Allison childhood friends since their mothers were in the same hunter group before the Crowes deflected. This happened about a year before season 1; when Allison shows up at the start of season 1, Melanie and her family are on edge knowing it can’t be good for the Argents to be in Beacon Hills. Though, on Allison’s end, she just wants her friend back and wants to know why they had a falling out. Which also gets more complicated when she learns the new beta werewolf in town is her good buddy, Scott McCall.

So these are more AUs of my own fics rather than AUs of actual canon but I’m not really a canon writer anyway. Thanks for asking!

[casspurrjoybell-32]

All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 45a

*Warning Adult Content*

Aiden

My heart was beating so hard it was painful.

My grip on Liam's hand tightened but of course being who he was it did faze him a bit.

Holding my breath I watched as Liam pushed open the door.

Forget holding my breath, it caught in my lungs as a sea of faces came into view.

Oh my God... I'm going to die.

Liam had to practically dragged me up to a podium in front of the huge crowd.

Can a person die from sweating too much?

Because I think I'm heading in that direction right now.

I forced my head down and followed Liam reluctantly, peeking up at him under my lashes a few time and saw a blank face and expressionless eyes.

He was pulling this off better than me... that's for sure.

We headed up the stairs of the stage where his parents were at smiling at us.

That made me feel a little better.

Taking his place in front of the podium Liam pulled me close by his side.

I had a sinking feeling as I looked out to see exactly how many faces were here.

'I'm going to throw up,' I thought but Liam's hand tightened in mine as his gaze was staring out into the crowd.

"I've called this meeting to discuss something very important to you all," his voice rang strong and loud and I watched as everyone gave him their undivided attention.

It was amazing to see a whole groups of people of all ages staring up at my boyfriend as if he were king or in this case prince.

I wanted to giggle but I was too scared to do that.

It's one thing to have humans hate your gut because of what you are but a whole different thing having supernatural beings hate you.

They can kill me without breaking a sweat.

'Ugh... What have I gotten myself into?' I scolded myself.

"First I want to start off by saying that I will be taking over my father's position in the next month."

There was an eruption of cheers and claps.

After a while Liam rose his hand to silence them... Instant silence.

"As you all know to get this position you have to have a mate," he paused and I got a bit bold and looked back out to see a lot of people looking over at me with either knowing or confused expressions.

While the others... more of the younger crowd were staring at Liam waiting for him to finish.

I guess the group that had eyes on me knew just like Liam told me they would.

My face was beginning to turn red from the embarrassment.

How would you like it if a whole room of people could smell that you had sex?

"And I have found mine and nothing in this world would make me change what the Spirits have gifted me with."

He turned to face me and I looked up to his 6'2 frame as he gazed down at me with those beautiful soft hazel eyes.

I bit my lip as I stared at him... my heart thumping loudly I'm sure everyone in this room heard.

"Aiden Carlisle has been chosen as my life mate, my other half and I am honored to be his," Liam told his pack but I knew he was mainly talking to me.

There was a sudden knot in my throat but I held it in.

He was really ready to face the wrath of this worlds ignorant assholes for a life with me.

There was a collective gasp and I closed my eyes and awaited the oncoming slaughter that was to befall us.

Liam lifted my chin up with his forefinger and thumb.

I opened my eyes to see him smile encouragingly at me.

"We can do this," he whispered to me and I nodded as my heart became a bit lighter.

He turned back to the room and none to surprising it was filled with loud murmuring as they talked over each other.

"I know this is a shock..." Liam tried to talk but it was to chaotic and I looked up at him worried.

"If we can act civil..." his word were on deaf ears and I could feel him getting frustrated and I squeezed his arm in support.

The uproar was becoming louder, ringing off the walls in the room.

Liam gripped the sides of the podium... the muscles in his arms straining with the amount of force he was putting on the wood... he was going to break it.

He was glaring at the crowd as I looked back at his parents who were staring out with disappointment.

Mr. Jacobs caught my eyes and smiled sympathetically.

This caused me to snap my head back towards the loud angry crowd.

Anger was building up in my chest as I watched them argue and caught a few disgusted stares sent out way.

The weird this was I think a lot of that anger was coming from Liam and channeling inside me.

"Everyone... shut up," I screamed.

My voice rang off through the room causing the room to become quiet.

They were looking up at me in shock.

I took a deep breath as I peered back at Liam, he had a stunned look himself.

But I wasn't finished, I was going to go along with this momentary courage as long as I could.

I stepped around the podium and stared them all down with a look of disappointment.

"So you're all angry about this match?" I asked them my voice traveling across the room.

A lot of them nodded and yelled out in outrage while others just stared.

I didn't wait for them to get started up again.

"That's too damn bad," I cut them off.

"I don't know much about your kind but from what Liam has told me, there is no chose with this. We were meant to be, so what the hell do you think you can do about it?!This is what you're Spirits wanted apparently so are you going to go against what your Goddess or whoever... destined for your Alpha?"

There was silence.

"This is all because I'm a male... I get it. This is all because I can't give this pack an heirs like a woman could and I'm sorry. No one asked for this but you know what? I wouldn't change a thing. Liam has been like an angel to me, helping me though my problems, the same problems that you seem to have with me and I love him for it. I love him with all my heart and I don't care if you ignorant bastards have a shit storm because of it. You can whine and moan about how wrong it is, but to me this is life. This is my life and Liam is my life and I will stand by his side no matter what you throw at me."

I stood there glaring at every shocked and disgusted face.

"So if you have a problem with that you can leave, this is me, your future 'GAY' Luna telling you that if you have a problem with Liam and I being the same gender you can take you worthless ass and get the fuck out. But I'm not sure Alpha Jacobs will be too happy about your blatant disrespect to him and his family. I may not have been here long, only a day but I am tired of the same crap. Of being told I'm an abomination... that I'm going to hell. I'm tired of putting up with all the bullshit being gay comes with and this is where it ends. You will either respect your Alpha and his mate or will not be in this pack and in this house for long," my harsh breath burned my lungs and my vision was blurred with unshed tears.

I felt warm hands placed on my shoulder... I knew it was Liam from the tingles running through me.

He squeezed and the angry haze that clouded my mind soon melted away and I was left with a hundred faces looking at me with wide eyes.

Then everything that just happened shot through my head and my face brightened with humiliation.

I can't believe I did that... I spun on my heels and threw myself in Liam's arms.

He hugged me tightly to his chest as I buried my head in it.

Oh God they were all going to murder me in my sleep.

"If anyone has difficulty understanding my mate's words, it means those of you that have problems with this union are to deal with me and my father," he growled at them and I felt the rumble from his chest against my head.

"So those of you who don't like this can step up now," he ordered.

This caused me to turn my head to see very few members of the pack stepping forward hesitantly.

Most of them were younger members... altogether there were about ten people who didn't seem approve of us... six of them were males... three of which were older with mates of their own.

And one girl who was glaring at us with disgust like the rest of them.

All in all I was shocked... I would have thought since how the whole place became a yelling ground earlier that there would be more.

Liam shook his head at them asked them to wait outside.

"This meeting is dismissed," Liam told them.

They inclined their heads and I saw most of them keeping their eyes from the ten standing by the door as they left.

Liam pulled back grinned down at me.

"You were so damn impressive," he praised and I blushed.

"Thank you."

He lifted me off my feet and twirled me around laughing.

"You are perfect."

He set me down and crashed his lip to mine.

I was caught off guard by his his affection but I wrapped my arms around his neck escaping in his mouth.

"Alright, enough of that, you can take that upstairs."

We pulled apart when Mr. Jacobs interrupted us with a smirk.

Liam and I both blushed deeply as Alpha Jacobs put his hands on my shoulders looking at me with such a proud look I felt a flutter of pride coarse through me.

"You are going to make a damn great Luna Aiden... I can already see it," he smiled at me.

"Really?" I asked and he scoffed.

"Hell yes boy, you changed about more than half the packs mind in the span of two minutes," he commended.

'I did?'

"Welcome to the family Aiden," he told me patting my shoulders and soon Mrs. Jacobs took his place giving me a warm hug.

"I'm so glad my son found you," she whispered in my ear before kissing my cheek.

I watched as they left, walking past the group by the door, who shrank at Mr. Jacobs glare as he motioned them to follow.

[asterekmess]

1-4 What the fuck is a true alpha? A recurring joke? A convenient plot armor? A desperate attempt to make an irrelevant character look ‘relevant’ despite canon showing otherwise? Scott/Posey Stans think that Scott McCall has a right to command and dictate everyone’s life because he is a tWuE aLpAhA; Scott has a right to play judge, jury & executioner with his “inferior” friends, and he has a right to determine what is wrong or right based on his own benefit and bigoted black and white mentality.

2-4 If you think that this sounds an awful lot like the Divine Right of Kings, you are absolutely right. An unearned (and undeserved) mystical superiority or blessing, a fabricated sense of purity, goes a long way in ameliorating Scott McCall’s Failures and Fuck-ups. And like kings who rule by Divine Right, he can do as he likes. Which is why Scott can patronize and lie to Allison and Kira to control them, assault Isaac and Jackson due to his own pathological jealousy and possessiveness,

3-4 use Hayden (Liam’s girlfriend) as bait against the Dread Doctors without her consent to play the hero, dehumanize Stiles and accuse Stiles of being a violent, dangerous, inhuman monster and serial killer for daring to accidentally kill his abuser in self-defense, sell Derek and his Pack to the hunters, refuse to tell his girlfriend Allison the truth about her mother’s death to look ‘good’ in her eyes,

4-4 plot/conspire with Gerard Argent and Deaton behind everyone’s back to violate Derek Hale’s boundaries, bodily autonomy and consent for his own benefit, claim that the Argents had a reason to slaughter the Hales (including HUMANS and CHILDREN) in front of Derek Hale and of his comatose uncle – and then Scott/Posey Stans will consider everyone kicking Scott’s whiny, toxic excuse of an ass to the curb and not giving an utter crap when Scott died in Season 5 as an act equivalent of treason

I put all your asks together so I didn’t get confused (which is v likely to happen) and I thank you for numbering them for me. <3

The concept of a true alpha...sigh. Look, I see the intention, okay? I see the goal, the idea that you don’t have to kill someone to become an Alpha. That there can be “Good” Alphas who haven’t killed anyone. But I also think it’s lazy writing. This is one the few instances where TW hadn’t actually shot themselves in the foot yet. They gave us so little information on werewolves that they never actually said that the only way to become an Alpha was by killing another Alpha. They could very easily have said “Also, you can become an Alpha this other way” (Be it by passing the Alpha spark down to children willingly, or being beaten in a special kind of combat, or through a ritual of some kind)

But they didn’t just want another way to be the Alpha. They wanted a way that didn’t take any effort. It would be too hard to introduce another Alpha that would give up their spark to Scott, or to have him put in the effort to do a ritual. They needed a way to make Scott an Alpha without any additional effort. Part of me honestly wonders if they did it because they knew they’d lost a lot of Scott fans by the end of Season 2, what with all of his betrayals and lies and what he did to Derek. They needed a way to reaffirm that Scott was the good guy, so they made up the True Alpha thing and said “Look! He’s so pure and goodhearted and he has so much good will, that he can’t even help but become an Alpha”

They demonized werewolves by reducing them to murderers who had to kill for power (In Derek’s case it was survival, and i’ll fight for him.) and then held Scott up as a saint because he managed it without killing.

Except that he had killed. Or at least tried to kill. How could he be this pure person they claimed if he spent weeks poisoning a cancer patient, lying to everyone around him, and he took Pleasure in it. He was Proud of himself for his lies and his tricks and for getting back at Derek by hurting him. That’s the kind of behavior we expect from Stiles, who is established as a morally gray character. You cannot have Scott do something like that and then make the claim that he is morally pure.

Once Scott finds out from Morrell that killing someone will take away his True Alpha status, he goes out of his way to avoid killing people even when it puts others at risk. This ISN’T an Avatar moment, okay? He doesn’t summon the power of his ancestors and render the villains completely incapable of harm. He just fucking lets them go! Deucalion gets his fucking eyesight back for fuck’s sake. He was MORE dangerous than before and they let him go! (I know Derek was part of that, but I’m pretty sure Derek was possessed by a pod person by that point)

He never said he’d behave. No one checked on him or watched to make sure he didn’t hurt anyone. They just let him leave. He could’ve just rebuilt a new Alpha pack. Could’ve killed dozens more people.

Jennifer would have too, had Peter not killed her.

Even better, he brings Ethan and Aiden into his pack. They walked right up to him and told him “Everyone is hunting for us because we killed a ton of people” and he just took them in? Gave them protection from the families of the people they’d slaughtered? All because they followed him around for a bit and said “We’ll only kill for you from now on.”

And this is why I get so frustrated about the blue eyes. The concept of ‘taking an innocent life’ is so fucking vague? Scott is indirectly responsible for countless deaths throughout the show. Whether by inaction or because the people doing the killing were acting on his orders, or whatever the fuck else I can’t think of at the moment. It doesn’t matter if he hasn’t intended to kill anyone. He should not still have his True Alpha status. Period. But he does, so apparently Scott can kill as many people as he wants, actually, so long as he doesn’t do it with his own claws and teeth. Or maybe he just can’t kill a human who hasn’t killed anyone else? Who the fuck knows.

I’ll say it again. If The Alpha spark can be used to heal someone, why didn’t Scott use it to save Allison? She wasn’t cursed. She was stabbed. He could’ve done the same thing Derek did. Peter even said that it can be done on accident. All it requires is that he do the pain drain and not stop when it starts to hurt.

To be quite honest, I don’t blame Scott’s True Alpha eyes for his entitlement and his belief that he can do no wrong. He held that same notion way before his eyes ever turned red. The eyes are to blame for no one else calling him out for his actions. You’re told by the only fucking person who seems to know what’s going on in the supernatural world that this kid’s eyes turned red all on their own because he is meant to be an Alpha. That it’s because he is good and pure and it’s a sign of his worthiness. He literally was just gifted extra power, apparently because he’s the only one worthy of it. How the fuck are you supposed to deal with that? Are you supposed to be the one person who tells fucking Werewolf Jesus (technically Derek is Actual werewolf jesus what with the evolution thing, but before that Scott’s as close as it gets cus’ Peter’s just a zombie.) that he doesn’t know best? That he’s doing something wrong? If the Powers that Be made Scott an Alpha, what will they do to the one who tells him he fucked up? Everyone is just supposed to trust that Scott must be in the right. That his reasons are good enough. That he knows what’s best. Because if he doesn’t, then why the sudden Alpha eyes? Peter questions Scott often and happily, mostly because he doesn’t care if he gets struck by lightning or something. It’ll always be worth it to get that last quip in. Eventually Stiles starts to argue too, because he’s reached the point where he doesn’t care if he dies so long as everyone else important to him stops getting hurt. That’s when Scott starts cutting him out. When he stops believing Scott knows best.

And honestly, it’s like the first post I made that sparked this whole ranting binge. Scott cheats. He cheats and he uses his abilities to his advantage without ever thinking of what it does to other people. Except this time he’s not cheating at lacrosse. He’s not taking credit for bowling six strikes in a row. For some reason his eyes turned red, and everyone else is taking it as a sign that he must know better and he should be in charge, and he never disagrees.

Sure, he complains. “Why me? Why does it have to be my responsibility?”

Guess what buddy? It fucking doesn’t. If you stopped fucking ordering people around and admitted you don’t know what you’re doing to someone besides your MOM and you want someone else to take the lead? THEY WOULD. But because he will not admit any kind of weakness or that he isn’t sure what to do, he puts the weight on himself. He blames everyone else for the lead weights he tied around his waist. He doesn’t want to have to do the work, but he hates the idea of someone else being in charge. Of not being important. We’re told right off the bat that Scott wants to be important. He wants to be on first line not because he loves the game, but because he wants to be popular. He wants Allison to go out with him. This is just another way he wants to be important, and he won’t ever let go of it. He gives orders and makes calls on who gets to know what and who is worthy and won’t take responsibility for the failures, but happily takes credit for the successes. When he fucks up by not talking to people or by lying to them or making a bad call, he doesn’t admit it. He doesn’t tell anyone. He lets them think that he’s blameless so that when he actually says shit like “I lost them” someone will say “They’ll come back because you’re their leader” No. He’s not. He lost them because he pushed them away. It was his fault.

Whatever. I’m salty. *pouts* Anyway. True Alpha is dumb, and I’ve read a couple theories about how Deaton made it up, and tbh, I’d follow that logic. If you’re curious, I think I tagged it ‘true alpha’ or ‘deaton’ on my blog.