#Tyler hoechlin fan fiction

[teenwolftalk]

The Teen Wolf movie’s lack of context to the Derek & Sheriff Stilinski relationship is a travesty because you know this man helped Derek Hale raise his son.

You can feel the history in their shared frustration over Eli’s fixation with the jeep. You see how easily either of them show up when the other calls for back up. Sheriff didn't hesitate to be the bad cop and threaten Derek’s son so Eli would cut Derek some slack. Stiles’ father was there to help Derek figure out how to be a good parent, I have no doubt he showed up a few times to the house on his days off to babysit. And I know Derek has called the Sheriff at the station over the smallest emergencies. In the process Derek found himself growing fond of Stilinski, even seeing him as a father figure. Surely he enjoyed how much it drove Stiles up the wall when his dad called to talk not about the FBI, but how amazing Derek was doing with Eli. I can almost hear the frustration in Stiles voice as he realizes Derek Hale is trying to replace him, maybe to spite him. Definitely to spite him.

Derek and Argent had an understanding. Derek and Stiles put aside their differences to save each other over and over. But when Derek needed someone, the one man left to protect Beacon Hills stepped in to help the big scary werewolf without hesitation. Sheriff Stilinski never forgot about the young Hale boy who lost everything, even when that boy jeopardized his son’s life. He knew Derek needed a parent to show him the ropes. He also knew how hard it was to raise Stiles as a widowed father, and one look at Eli told him Derek couldn't do this alone, not like he had. Claudia would want her husband to help Derek, to put aside their differences, and be there for each other. And he was there to defend Derek after he was gone, to ensure Eli knew just what kind of father he had. The film’s ending aside, I know Eli wound up in the Sheriff’s care, staying in Stiles’ old bedroom because there was no way that man wasn’t seeing what he started through for Derek’s sake.

This Sterek-adjacent dynamic is everything, and it hurts that we will never get the Hale spin-off these two deserve because, wow the emotional subcontext that carries through those 15 unspoken years is too much.

[cgsf]

Teen Wolf fanfiction recs — RPF

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Tyler Hoechlin/Dylan O'Brien

“The Next Part Just Got In the Way” (M) by calrissian18 | 10,095 | Boy meets boy. Boy fucks boy. Boy metaphorically moves to Antarctica. Or that’s how it feels to Dylan anyway.

“Read Between the Lines” (E) by kriari | 40,753 | After spending five seasons rooted firmly in subtext, Stiles and Derek’s relationship has finally taken a critical turn. While Tyler may attempt to blame his recent confusion on simple character bleed, a questionable decision made in the midst of the ensuing media storm leads him to reevaluate what he’s always told himself. Namely, that he’s not in love with Dylan.

“The Sterek Argument” (M) by calrissian18 | 3,241 | And if Tyler had wanted to listen to logic, he wouldn’t be talking to Dylan. He slumps back against the couch cushions grumpily and points out, “Okay, except in Derek Hale’s land of misery and man-pain, you’re pretty much his best friend.”

“i got you on my lips” (M) by vlieger | 6,001 | “We need to start making out,” said Dylan.

“until we see the sun” (E) by vlieger | 12,731 | Tyler pinpoints Dylan taking over his condo to somewhere around mid-March.

“only true in fairytales” (E) by vlieger | 8,881 | “Oh my God,” said Dylan to Posey once Tyler left. “He likes me.”

"same auld lange sayne" 🔒 (M) by Areiton | 4,241 | Ten years after Teen Wolf ends, Tyler is living a quiet life far from the bright lights of Hollywood. But he didn’t forget it. And he didn’t get over Dylan.

"Strange/Familiar" 🔒 (T) by Areiton | 3,767 | Dylan swung into his world, with big amber eyes and soft pouting lips and an innocence he wanted to dirty right up, and he changed things.

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Ian Bohen/JR Bourne

“Twenty-Four Hours” 🔒 (G) by red_crate | 613 | “I could probably kiss you, and no one would think it was real at this point.” JR muses as he curls both arms around Ian’s chest and tugs him so that Ian is sitting between his legs. He kisses up the back of Ian’s neck and buries his nose in Ian’s hair. They don’t have enough of this, of time together.

“A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words (but there’s still a thousand more left to say)” (E) by GoddessofBirth | 1,887 |™As soon as he snaps the photo, Ian snatches the phone from him and starts typing. JR rolls his eyes and holds his hand out. “Back.” Ian waves him off. “Eat your food. What’s the point of you posting how I lured the hunter with home cooked food if it isn’t true.” “I’m not post – We are not posting that. Ian -” The man in question dances back from JR’s quick grab attack and triumphantly hits send. “Oh yes we did. Well, you did. The fans are gonna eat it up.”

“According to Plan” 🔒 (E) by red_crate | 2,369 | He basks in the feeling of having JR against him, arms around him finally just the way he wants after a day spent in front of fans. So close, yet not what he wanted. But this, here and now, is it. He can touch and taste to his heart’s content without worrying about privacy.

"Wanna Give Him a Show?" 🔒 (E) by lavenderlotion | 2,581 | Ian’s smile turns into a grin, and the look his flashes JR is playful, his lips pulled up into a smile JR knows to be teasing. He makes himself comfortable, his belly tightening with excitement. Ian’s eyes have never sparkled like that and left him disappointed.

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Ian Bohen/JR Bourne/Tyler Hoechlin

"Birthday Boy" 🔒 (E) by DizzyRedhead | 3,352 | After the cameras go off, Ian and JR have plans for Tyler's birthday.

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Tyler Hoechlin/Dylan, /Ian, /JR

"Pictures of You and Us" 🔒 (NR) by Areiton | 3,314 | He can't quit looking. It's always been a problem, but it's worse right now. It's worse because Ian is sending photos, Hoech half asleep and smiling, Hoech grinning shyly from behind a cup of coffee. Hoech, unaware and sunlit.

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This is an ongoing list.

[nephilimeq]

Teen Wolf and Lack of Character Development - Scott McCall

Incoming Rant: Re-watching the first season of TW I have realised why I never felt that Scott was The Hero of the story even if the writers did not stop hammering the idea that he was pure and perfect and always right. He never sacrifices himself. This is a classic of fiction, the hero will always be the one who makes the greatest sacrifices for the common good and for those they love, renouncing happiness, normality and even their own life. 

But Scott never does that. Even in the first season this is very clear. The first few episodes emphasise that playing lacrosse and dating Allison are things he wants, but are dangerous to himself and those around him. The narratively logical thing would be that, after a period of selfish refusal, he would realise that the right thing to do is to give up what he loves until he has better control of himself and his new powers, sacrificing his temporary happiness for the good of others.

Instead, the narrative rewards Scott with control gained through Deux Ex Machina and not hard work, he gets to date Allison and becomes a Lacrosse star without sacrifices and therefore doesn't grow or evolve at all. This keeps up for all 6 seasons. Meanwhile, everyone else around him is constantly sacrificing their safety, sanity and even life for the common good.  And ten years later in the movie nothing has changed. Scott’s still not the one performing the sacrifice, he's still not the hero yet. He gives nothing, but the narrative rewards him with true love. Meanwhile Derek gives his own life to save those he loves he is The Hero.

So. Yes. To all of this.

I have made a countless number of posts about Scott’s development. Specifically, his lack of development. The writers had every opportunity to make him a decent character -- and Posey could have performed it and done everything at least moderately well -- but instead, they caved into Jeff Davis’ whims.

There were other writers in the room who should have held Jeff accountable and written Scott as a proper hero: a hero who sacrifices his own selfish wants for the greater good.

They do not have the right to tell us not to like characters such as Stiles or Derek more because they were the ones who wrote those characters using the hero’s journey narrative that they very easily could have written for Scott...but they didn’t. When the creator of Teen Wolf speaks up against those fans, he has no one to blame but himself and the other writers, and to say anything to the contrary just makes him look like a hypocrite.

You cannot expect your audience to believe your main character is a hero when you do not give them faults to overcome and make them a better person.

They wrote Scott as never taking consequences for his own actions -- instead, they had everyone else suffer the consequences of his actions and had them clean up his mess and deal with the repercussions. (not going into detail here because I have already done so on many other posts)

But when you show characters such as Stiles and Derek dealing with complex emotional and physical traumas and then doing things to try and improve themselves, while also dealing with their own mistakes and growing from them...but then don’t hold your main character to the same standard, how can you be surprised when no one relates to them? The accountability for Scott’s lack of accountability can be traced right back to the writers’ room.

I genuinely could have liked Scott. In fact, when he was being sweet and helping his mom, I loved him! He had the potential to be a fantastic main character...but the writer’s neglected their responsibility as writers.

To put it simply: the writers suck.

The only reason the show lasted was because they had good cinematography, and they brought on some experienced older actors into the cast, and they had two natural talents on screen: Dylan O’Brien and Tyler Hoechlin.

That’s it.

[exlibrisfangirl]

15 questions, however many people

Tagged by @skinnyscottishbloke 💛

1. Are you named after anyone? No, but my parents gave me the same initials as my mother's mother. (My brother was given my father's father's initials.)

2. When was the last time you cried? Earlier today. I cry all the time.

3. Do you have kids? Nope

4. Do you use sarcasm? Obviously. 😏

5. What's the first thing you notice about people? Usually eyes or nose. I like eyes and interesting noses. And expressive eyebrows. And beards. If they have a beard, I will 100% stare at them. Awkwardly. 😅

6. What's your eye color? Green with central heterochromia (a ring of amber around the iris, with a ring of green outside that). They genuinely look completely different colors depending on the lighting and what I'm wearing. I have very similar eyes to Tyler Hoechlin, Holland Roden, and Jensen Ackles.

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings. I am not a fan of the thriller/horror genre in general, unless it's fantasy/sci-fi. I straight-up refuse to watch slasher flicks.

8. Any special talents? Uh... I have perfect pitch and a 4-octave vocal range? If we're talking "weird" talents, I'm very hypermobile, so I can do all kinds of "party tricks" with my joints... but I'm not supposed to anymore.

9. Where were you born? Orange County, California

10. What are your hobbies? Reading, writing (original fiction, fanfiction, poetry, song lyrics), music (listening to music, singing, playing instruments, songwriting), photography, swimming, outdoorsy stuff, travel.

11. Do you have any pets? Just my cat, Phoebe. She's a 4yo Siamese/Ragdoll mix, and she is my whole world.

12. What sports do you play/have you played? I did horseback riding for years as a kid/pre-teen... until Christopher Reeve's accident, after which my mom made me quit. As a teenager, I played softball for a couple years (I was terrible, lol), and then I did track & field (much better) and swimming (best). I surfed a little in college.

13. How tall are you? 5'6"

14. Favorite subject in school? English, History, and Psychology... but I was also a band and theater geek, so I spent most of my time outside of class with those people.

15. Dream job? Successful novelist. Maybe also a university professor.

Tagging: @seven-oomen @takadasaiko @sterekxhale @shieldmaidenofsherwood @faithfire @hacash @jchthys @oddwriter @greyhavenisback @rosieposiepuddingnpie @magic-multicolored-miracle @beaconfeels @angel-in-a-big-blue-box @woozapooza @ardricael ...and anyone who wants to do it!

[lisathewife101]

New fanfic starring Tyler Hoechlin and Jared Padalecki!

[justimagineitblog]

PART 4: “Running” - Derek Hale x Reader

here we are my loves, part 4!! 

enjoy and message me for any requests you might have! xx

Like rocks falling of a cliff, we tumble down the hill at an unstoppable speed. Protruding rocks, sticks and boulder type formations were striking my back and ribs, winding me severely. Suddenly something hits my left arm, and I remember Derek. His eye's are closed, his body lifeless; languished and pale. The only way I know he's alive is that every time his body smashes into the ground, he lets out a painful grunt. That's better than dead. I fail my arms out, trying to manipulate my body so I can see the bottom. I need to know how far away we are from the ground. I need to brace myself. The bottom of the hill, to my relief, is covered in a thick layer of grass and leaves. Hopefully it will provide a soft landing. Well, softer than landing on hard ground. Suddenly, my knee clips a large rock, sending me tumbling head first down the hill. All I can do is cover my head and beg that my neck doesn't snap.

The impact is hard and fast. I feel numb at first. I'm laying on my back, staring up at the sky. Past the tree tops, the sun is going down. It's golden and glowing, blinding me with its brightness.

Shit. I'm alive.

Coughing beside me snaps me out of my trance. My head falls to my left where Derek is lying, coughing and choking.

"Derek" I croak, my body is stiff as I push myself up. I crawl over to him, realising that he's choking on the black entity again. "Derek roll over" I groan, pushing him onto his side. As soon as he's on his side, he throws up black liquid violently, causing me to grimace. What is that stuff? His breathing steadies, and slowly he's breathing normally. Suddenly, a word screams out in my head. Hide. Hide now. I whip my head around setting my eyes on the cave like rock formation.

"The cave" I whisper, scrambling on my knee's to the entrance. It's not massive, but it's big enough for both Derek and I to hide in for the night. Until it's safe to get to his house. Wait it out. That's if he makes it. If we make it.

"Y/N" Derek coughs back at the bottom of the hill and I crawl back over to him. I'd be faster on my feet but I don't think I can stand.

"I'm here" I tell him calmly. He nods, clutching at his stomach. I look over his body, realising how severely injured he is. He has an arrow-made wound thats gushing blood, open gashes that are inches deep, and is covered in bruises.

"It's bad isn't it" he asks, a grim look on his face. I'm rendered speechless. What do I say?

"Hardly" I lie, shaking my head "Like, a few scratches"

He laughs hoarsely, causing him to cough.

"There's a cave, we can go in there" I tell him, look back to the cave. He nods. At least he wasn't being difficult.

"I just, I can't get up" He growls, struggling to push himself up onto all fours.

"Whoa whoa slow down" I say urgently, grabbing his torso to stop him from collapsing "Just go slow". He nods. We both take a deep breath. His arms shake violently as he pushes himself up from the ground. Slowly, he stands up. He towers over me, as I'm still kneeling on the ground. He reaches a hand out to me and I take it, my own limbs shaking as I stand. I wrap his arm over my shoulder letting out a deep breath. My whole body feels like I've been hit by a truck.

We stumble into the entrance, both of us collapsing once we're inside.

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[stateofloveandnegan]

Anniversary - Tyler Hoechlin

I wrote this a while ago on Wattpad. My writing-style was quite different back then and my English was less good, but I hope you enjoy anyways :)

Requested by: someone on Wattpad

You woke up to the sound of your alarm clock. It was saturday. But not just any saturday, no. Today was your 6 year-anniversary with Tyler, your boyfriend. Unfortunately he can't be here today due to the fact that he is on the other side of the country to shoot scenes for his upcoming film.

"Goodmorning, you hairy thing." you said to your cat, Bowie, when he crawled onto your bed on the empty spot next to you.

Bowie meowed and you chuckled.

Soon after that you got out of bed and got ready for breakfast. In a couple of hours you were able to ring Tyler.

At 12:30pm there was a knock on your door. You didn't expect anyone and wasn't really keen on their timing; Tyler could call you any minute.

You walked up to the door and opened it, "(Y/n)! Haven't seen you in a bit." your best friend, Lila, stated. You laughed, "Sorry, been pretty busy.."

She walked into your house without hesitation and grabbed your purse. "Come on, we're going out." You were a bit taken aback by her actions, "I'm sorry Li, but I can't. Ty will ring me any minute.."

She didn't seem to care. She grabbed your keys before she took a hold of your arm and took you with her outside.

"We're having lunch at Jackson's Diner." she said before the two got into her car.

Jackson's was your and Tyler's favorite diner. That's where you met each other all those years ago.

As soon as you got there you got out of the car and made your way over to the entrance, but Lila stopped you. "Oh, by the way, congratulations." she said and winked before letting you inside.

You laughed and thanked her. You noticed something was different inside. As if all eyes were on you.

Lila poked your side and pointed to your usual spot. You stopped breathing as soon as you noticed who was sitting in 'your' booth.

"Tyler!!" You yelled and ran over to him.

"Surprise!" he laughed before he picked you up, hugged you thightly and kissed you.

A few tears left your eyes. He whiped them all away, "Don't cry, sweetheart." he said and put his hand on your cheek as he rubbed it with his thumb.

"I am just really happy to see you." you confessed and looked up to him with watery eyes, he smiled warmly at you, "I'm very happy to see you, too."

Without noticing, Lila had already left. She arranged this with Tyler, that's the only reason she came up to your house to take you here.

"Congratulations, baby." Tyler said before giving you another kiss. "Congratulations, my love."

You and Tyler took your seats in the booth. Tyler acted a bit different, like way happier and more nervous than usual, but you decided to ignore that and enjoy your time with him instead.

"How's filming going?" you asked to break the silence. Tyler just didn't stop smiling.

"It's going great. Another couple of months to go and I'm all yours again." He said while taking your hand with his and squeezing it.

"I'm looking forward to that time, then." you said with a huge smile.

"I can't keep it to myself any longer!" Tyler said and stood up very suddenly.

You were a bit taken aback and had no clue what was going on, the huge smile on his face never faded.

"(Y/n)," he started and made his way in front of you before kneeling down on one knee. You threw your hands in front of your mouth and the tears were already making it's way down your face.

"I have known you for a very long time now." He continued, the people around you were all watching with huge smiles, "And in all these years we've been together, I only started loving you more and more. I don't even know if that's correct English, but that's not what I want to talk about right now."

You chuckled, tears still rolling down. He grabbed a small box out of his pocket and opened it in front of you to reveal a beautiful ring.

"I now realize that I had it all planned out very well and it went better in my head.." he laughed nervously, "but I just want you to know that I love you very much. Every minute away from you aches my heart. I know this tiny ring won'g fix that, but I just love the idea of calling you my wife and maybe even starting a family with you. So please, (y/n), will you marry me?"

You internally screamed when you finally heard those four words you had been dying to hear. You jumped into his arms and just whispered a tiny yes; you couldn't say anything else, you were too caught up in the moment to be able to say something better.

You got yourself together and parted from his embrace, "Yes, of course I will silly! I love you so much!" you said and kissed him passionately, Tyler meeting you halfway.

The two of you broke the kiss and he gently slid the ring onto your finger.

He looked you in the eye, "I love you so much, you don't even know."

You chuckled, "I think I have an idea.."

[amylillian22]

A White Christmas – Tyler Hoechlin Imagine

Requested by __BROOKE_BARTLEY__ (from Wattpad): So basically it’s a Christmas one. Where you’re newly pregnant and basically there’s a lot of fluff and alsmot smut. But you end up playing in the snow and dancing as it falls around you. And end the chapter with a perfect kiss and basically you can add the details in. I just love your writing.

Word Count: 1,612

Warnings: Nothing really but some foreplay

Author’s Note: Okay because I made the reader fully pregnant, I didn’t add the playing in the snow or dancing, but I still gave a cute and fluff Christmas imagine. It’s very rare for me to write holiday imagines and I had so much fun with this one. I hope you like it and happy holidays.

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Y/N let out a heavy sigh as her back finally touched the bed. She had spent all day decorating their new temporary apartment in Chicago. Tyler had landed a new role on Chicago Fire with a huge storyline arc. He had already been filming for a month and would continue to film for another three months after the holiday break. Y/N thought she would surprise him by decorating their apartment while he filmed on his last day before winter break. However, with Y/N being almost 8 months pregnant, it was safer and easier to stay in Chicago until a few months after the baby was born. She closed her eyes as she ran a hand over her belly. “Daddy better like this place or otherwise he’ll be on the naughty list.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she heard the front door open and close. She turned to see the clock and noticed Tyler was home earlier than he was supposed to. She was hoping to squeeze in a cat nap before surprising him when he came home. “Honey?” Tyler called out. “In the bedroom!” Y/N yelled back, too exhausted to even get up from bed. Tyler pushed the half-opened bedroom door and immediately saw his tired wife on their bed. A smile reached the corner of his eyes as his eyes landed on her pregnant belly facing up towards the ceiling. Her head didn’t even reach the pillow and her feet were dangling off the edge of the bed. He knew she didn’t care. She just needed their comfortable bed, which she swore was made by angels from Heaven. He chuckled as he walked up beside the bed. He grabbed the pillow and offered to tuck it under her head. She smiled at him as she lifted her head up. Tyler bent down and pressed his lips against hers. She was expecting a quick and simple peck, almost like one of those habit kisses you give everyday before walking out of the door in a hurry, but he surprised her with a long and meaningful kiss. “What was that for?” She sighed with pure bliss and her eyes still closed. She loved that Tyler still gave her butterflies and made her toes curl after being together for 10 years. “For being amazing,” he chuckled as he slowly crawled into bed. He laid on his side, propping his arm up, and resting his head on his closed fist. He just stared at her. She was glowing and has been for months. He had never seen her more beautiful. Ever since she got pregnant Tyler couldn’t stop admiring her or keep his lips and hands off her. He loved her deeply and appreciated her for carrying their unborn child. He ran his fingers through her hair, slightly massaging her scalp. She hummed with approval and a small smile on her relaxed face. “The place looks amazing.” “Thank you.” She finally opened her eyes and locked them with his. “I knew how much you were missing the holidays, especially since we’re not in our home back in LA. So, I decided to buy a few things.” “A few things?” He chuckled. “Honey, the place looks like a home decor catalog. It’s amazing…” he trailed. Y/N knew what was coming next as the smile disappeared from his face and he looked at her seriously. “You know you shouldn’t be on your feet that long, climbing ladders, and certainly not lugging heavy stuff around.” His voice was filled with concern. Since she told him she was pregnant, Tyler became more protective about her and the baby’s health. She cupped his cheek, his scruff tickling her hand. “I know. That’s why I had your assistant help me, which by the way, he deserves a bonus or a really good, expensive gift after the hell I put him through. When we finished he looked like he had been beaten by a Christmas tree.” The mental image gave Tyler a good hearty laugh. It was music to her ears. She smiled at him. Once he caught his breath, he noticed she had tears in her eyes. “Honey, what’s wrong?” He immediately asked with concern. “Ugh, it’s stupid,” she sniffled, knowing her crazy hormones were getting the best of her. “Nothing is stupid. Talk to me.” She sighed and looked down at her belly. “While I was decorating the apartment, I realized how fat I really am! I hate not seeing my feet. I hate not being able to do much because I’m a whale. I feel so unattractive, chubby, and I’m miserable with these back aches.” When she finished, more tears filled her tired eyes. “Oh, honey,” Tyler scooted closer to her, wrapping his arm over her and bring her closer to his body. “You are not fat or a whale.” He kissed her forehead. “You are absolutely breathtaking.” She scoffed. “Liar. My hair looks like a bird’s nest. My face is round, my ankles are swollen, and I’m sweating like crazy cause it’s so damn hot in this place with the heater on-“ Tyler interrupted her rant with his lips. His hand snaked around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Y/N immediately responded to his soft, warm, and perfect lips. “You have no idea how incredibly sexy you are right now,” he mumbled against her lips. “You think so?” She whispered against his lips as his nose rubbed against hers in a teasing way. “You have no fucking idea,” he groaned before kissing her once more. His hands went over her shoulders and down her sides. “You have been glowing since you told me you’re pregnant,” he spoke between kisses down her neck. “You are carrying our child,” his hands roamed over her ass before giving it a harsh squeeze. Y/N gasped against his lips as the small action completely turned her on and soaked her panties. Tyler took the opportunity to slide his tongue between her lips. His hands slowly made their way to her breast, causing her to immediately pull back from his swollen lips. “Don’t you dare,” she said out of breath. Tyler looked at her confused, wondering what the hell she was talking about. He loved her breast. He loved touching, kissing, licking, and sucking on them. He knew she loved it as it drives her crazy. “My boobs are extremely tender today. One small touch and I’m in excruciating pain.” “Awww,” Tyler cooed as he cupped her cheeks. “Are you sure you don’t want me to mass-“ his eyes flickered for a spilt second towards the window and noticed something that they hadn’t experienced yet. His smile grew wider. “Honey, it’s snowing.” “What?!” She said with excitement, turning around to see the snow falling down in the black night sky. “Oh my gosh! Come on. Help me get up and dressed,” she grunted as she tried to get out of bed. Tyler chuckled as he quickly got out of bed to help her. They quickly layered up. Tyler helped her get her fuzzy warm socks and Ugg’s on as she couldn’t reach her feet with a big belly. By the time they put on their beanies, zipped up their jackets and made their way to their balcony outside their bedroom, the snow was falling harder. There was already at least 2 inches of snow. “I can’t believe it’s snowing!” Y/N cheered with joy as she looked up, trying to catch some snowflakes on her mittens. “I can. It’s December in Chicago,” Tyler chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her. “This is our very first white Christmas,” she smiled as she placed her hands on her belly. Tyler turned her around to face her with a huge smile on his face. “And I promise you, there will be plenty more.” With his hands on her belly, he kneeled down to unbutton the bottom buttons of her jacket, and kissed her belly. He stood up and wrapped his arms around her figure, bringing her close to his body. “I mean it. I promise you many more white Christmases and more kids.” Her heart melted at his words. She was touched he wanted more kids with her. She was happy and honored he wanted her and only her to bear his children. She was deeply and madly in love with him and she couldn’t picture anyone else being the father of her children. She raised her eyebrow. “Wait a minute, how many more kids are we talking about?” “100!” He joked. She immediately shook her head. “You’re not the one pushing them out,” she playfully smacked his chest. “Okay, would you settle for a basketball team?” He asked. She thought about it. “I could settle for five kids,” she smiled at the idea of having a big family with him. “I love you, Ty.” “And I love you,” he leaned in and kissed her underneath the falling snowflakes.

[allinthisworldall]

I don't know how to comment on this, it's... love?

[jocollins]

Someone please recommend me some good Sterec fics!

[rqgnarok]

in the face of death - derek hale

fandom: teen wolf

words: 1765

warnings: talk of blood and violence, death, teen wolf spoilers, if you haven’t finished the series? werewolf!female!reader

summary: derek faces the anuk-ite and the confrontations opens up old wounds that never really healed.

author’s note below.

“Derek?”

Derek turns around, a feeling not quite like panic but awareness of the danger he’s in making goosebumps erupt through his skin and the hairs at the back of his neck to stand, his eyes closing quickly when Lydia’s warning from earlier echoes in his head: shut your eyes!

“Derek,” he frowns, because he knows it’s not her, is completely aware that (Y/N) left for Gerard’s armory with Lydia and Stiles, but it is her voice. He spent years familiarizing himself with the tone and pitch, tattooing it to his memory at first unwillingly, but then welcoming the knowledge of how (Y/N) sounded like when she was in danger, when she was frustrated or angry at him, when she was in mourning or in love. 

It was only a part of what it meant to fall for someone like (Y/F/N), and now he knows her well enough to understand that it's not her, talking to him and walking from the end of the hallway, nearing him with careful, calculated steps.

Still, he tightens his jaw and draws his claws out because knowing isn’t enough. Derek’s been away from home for too long, not as long as he expected but definitely long enough for him to miss her terribly. Their lousy goodbye in the middle of the fucking desert left a lot to desire; if he could turn back time he would’ve kissed her straight on the mouth instead of dodging her sad eyes and closing his own to press a rough, long kiss to the crown of her head.

“Derek, it’s okay,” the voice calls for him, he can hear it closerclosercloser, but he can’t move, can’t turn around, he’s not sure that if he does he’ll fight the shapeshifter off of him or fall straight into its game. He panics, for a moment, wonders if the reason why the Anuk-Ite is so good at pretending to be (Y/N) is because he’s already got to her before Scott could fix any of this, even before Gerard’s hunters had a chance to fight her first. 

A shiver, his fingers tremble at how bad he’s tensing them, his jaw and shoulders ache. 

“It’s over,” it tries to win him over, and the soft fingers clutching his right shoulder catch him off guard even if they shouldn’t. And, damn it, it has got (Y/N)’s touch down to a T, too, skin perfect despite the fights and battles she’s gotten into, a werewolf’s healing nature erasing any physical scar she might’ve acquired during their suicidal-like stunts to save the town from the supernatural and vice versa. 

But Derek knows none of them have gotten out of them truly intact, is more than aware of those wounds hidden deep inside their minds and not so easy to notice, impossible to really truly heal from them completely.

It takes Derek a moment too long to shift away from the hold and he knows, he knows he’s trapped, done for, as good as dead as Peter, who was waiting for him, Scott and Malia at the entrance of the school, features forever caught off guard and set in stone if they don’t fix this soon. “It’s okay, you can look now.”

“You’re not real,” he bites back, turning around suddenly and throwing a punch so blind not because his eyes are closed but because Derek’s always been weak when it comes to her, and since he came back they’ve barely shared a couple of stolen looks before Scott sent them all on different ways. As he faces Death right now Derek can only think I hope she knows how I feel. He hopes that those looks conveyed everything he was trying to say, the I’m sorry I left, I still love you, I don’t think I ever stopped missing you-

“I’m right here,” there’s a smile in those words, Derek’s been away for a while but he remembers what it looks like and how it tastes, and the memory of (Y/N) grinning sleepily back at him as the sun rises through the windows of his loft, eyes soft and happy and Derek’s sure hand on the small of her back as if that simple touch could protect her of every evil in Gerard Argent’s bestiary. is the only thing keeping him from opening his eyes and surrendering.The moment he does the memory fades, left behind on the back of his eyelids and forgotten as he’s turned into stone. “I’m here, Derek, and so are you, you came home. I didn’t think you would.”

His tightly shut eyes soften almost involuntarily, there’s nostalgia and residual hurt from when he drove away and left her standing outside the abandoned church, and this is the kind of reprimand he expected to be thrown at him when he came back, yet it still feels like a sucker punch to the stomach. He momentarily forgets this isn’t the girl he left behind and lets himself be swallowed by the guilt of his actions. 

When he first came back to Beacon Hills after the fire he realized that he wasn’t the best at running away, and the second time he left he expected to be better at it, except now he’s got something to run to rather than away from, and that’s how he realizes, he was always meant to end up here: in the middle of a war he’s been fighting his entire life for just being what he was born as, but willing to give his life to it if it means (Y/N) won’t have to live with the repercussions of their kind.

“But you did, you’re here,” she coos, soft and somehow incredibly personal. It’s not everybody (Y/F/N) doesn’t acknowledge with an almost harsh sarcasm Derek’s sure she got from hanging out with Stiles too much. There’s a hand reaching for one of his own and it's amazing how quickly the claws draw back, he lets it be held despite knowing better. “You came back, that’s all that matters to me. Derek, please, open your eyes.”

He shakes his head almost imperceptibly, even when she guides his hand to rest on top of her heart, feeling it beat underneath his fingertips and being too unfocused, blindsided to realize that he can’t actually hear it, a sound he’s learned to identify as easily as her voice. 

No, for now, he trusts his touch, his fingers as they follow the path to her face through her collarbones and the slope of her neck, sighing out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in since he decided to drive back to Beacon Hills as (Y/N) leans into his touch, the weight familiar against his palm.

“We can skip town,” she suggests, light and hopeful with an underlining of satisfaction as he remains putty in her grip. Derek’s too enamoured to notice, resolve weakened by the presence of the shapeshifter that’s been haunting his hometown and his traitorous heart, which insists on focusing on literally anything but the matter at hand. “Get in your car, drive to wherever the hell we want. You always wanted a home away from the city, we can do that. I wanna go with you, Derek, please let me go with you.”

I’d take you anywhere he admits to himself, a fact he wasn’t ready to acknowledge a year and a half ago. It had taken him less than an hour into his drive to realize how true it was, but at the time he was convinced that it was the right thing to do, letting her go and trusting she’d be safer with a pack that had people like Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski in it. However blind their optimism and suicidal their plans could be they were good kids, and were certainly better at protecting the people they cared about than Derek had been his whole life. 

“Please, don’t leave me behind again.”

“I wouldn’t-”

“Then look at me,” she insists, and the air reeks of something Derek can’t recognize, at least nothing he relates to (Y/N) at all, and that should be one of the many warning signs he should’ve taken into consideration to realize that he’s letting his guard down so quickly it’s so fucking stupid. There’s a hand in his hair, slowing down to settle at the back of his neck. “Please, Derek, don’t leave me, look at me-”

“I-”

“Why won’t you look at me?” she covers his hand with her own, and the intensity of her grip along with the fire in her voice is what makes him pull away, too out of character and out of place for the Anuk-Ite to keep the charade any longer, to pretend it’s something, someone it’s not. Derek takes his hand back with a harshness to his movements, his claws back in display and fangs ready to fight his way out of it. 

Its voice, shaky with a fury that does not belong to (Y/N) and never has in the years Derek has known her, breaks the spell, and if he weren’t in so much fucking trouble, the born werewolf would laugh. The Anuk-Ite’s greatest advantage in a fight has just become its downfall, unable to perfectly recreate the only person Derek knows better than he knows himself. 

After all these years sometimes he fears he’s forgotten the voices of those he lost in the fire, their mannerisms and their familiar expressions. If it weren’t for his mother’s visits in his dreams, his family’s eyes and manners alive in Cora’s and Peter’s faces, he would’ve. 

But there’s no way he’d forget her, he knew it the first time after he spent the whole afternoon with her in a injured daze with a wolfsbane bullet deep inside his arm, he knew it when he left her behind in that desert with the taste of salty, bloody skin imprinted on his mouth, still tingling as he drove away and watched her through the rearview mirror until (Y/N) became nothing more than something else he’d left behind in Beacon Hills. 

And he knows it now, as he opens his eyes, helpless, aware that the last thing he is going to see is the one monster he couldn’t save his hometown from. His thoughts blur together into a senseless babble inside his head, I hope they make it out, Scott, does he have enough time, please, take care of her for me, tell her I’m sorry, tell (Y/N) I love-

He gives into the darkness.

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i wrote this like seven months ago and just wrote a quick ending so i could upload something, mostly cause its been over a year since i have written anything, let alone completed it and i’m still working on the requests you have been sending out.

its been a long year with a horrible writers block but i kinda do like this, so here it is, for you. i hope you like it. i also have a vague idea for a scott piece i wanna write but im not sure i will, lmao, tho writing for teen wolf is really, really easy for me, idk why. anyways, whatever.

stay home and stay safe.

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Always knew you / chapter nineteen

Joe Mazzello x reader

Even chapter 18 did not get 30 notes, @simply-sams-things named her plant Roberto Joey Ben Gwilym Rami H/L/N, so we celebrate this event with the next chapter 🖤❤️ love you bestie I know you really wanted to read it alread so here it is for you

Comment: Y/N is corrently 22, while Joe is 36.

Summary: you knew Joe all of your life, and as best friends you two always find the way back to each other.

You walk in the gym as the kids are already running under Bella’s order, but as they see you they run to you. You have a coat on so they can’t see your bump yet. Everyone of them about to hug you so you get on your knees. “Run your laps, I will be here after that!” You let them continue with they training as you huged all of them. You speak with Bella until they all end they runs, and you put the coat what you were holding at your side on the bench as you turn to them to speak up. “Sit down kids!” They do as you told them. Some of them are looking at you with wide eyes as you put your hand on your stomach. “So I have a good and a bad news! With which one do you want me to start?”

“Good!” Comes in choir.

“So the good news is, as I see some of you already figured it out...” you wink at one of the girls who is looking at your comfortingly rubbing hand. “The Mazzello family going to have a new member just in 26 weeks!” You can see as the rest of the group looks at you in shock with wide eyes, before they run to you again and hug you, and tap your bump all over. “But sadly that means I’m going to stop teaching for now, and going to move to New York!” You end with the bad news, and you see they faces drop.

“Why moving? Can’t you stay here and meet us a lot?” Asks one girl with tears in her eyes.

“Oh darling, that does not mean I won’t show up to mess up coach Bella’s plan for the day, but it would be selfish from me if I don’t move in with my husband...” you kiss one of the girl head as she hugs you. “We made a deal, I can stay here teaching you until we start a family, and he kept his promise he lived here with me, so now it is my turn!”

“How can we know Mr. Mazzello will take good care of you?” Ask one little, with two braids.

“I will!” Joe speaks up for the first time as he was standing in the doorway. Every kid glaces at him immediately, as they weren’t aware of him being there. “I can promise you, I will take good care of my wife, and our child!” He cants on the jamb as he lets a half smile sneak up on his face. “The better question, will she take good care of me?” He chukles as he walks toward you and the kids, who all are cracking up on his words. He gets on his knees next to you and they are huging both of you.

“We gonna miss you!” Sniffes one of the girls while they are huging the two of you like a blanket.

“Yes!” Answers everyone else in choir.

You can’t help just cry in they arms. “Oh God, I’m gonna miss you too kiddos!”

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After 4 cried through good byes from your students you are packing in your apartment. It is the last night you will be spending here before you drive your packed car away. The last night after three years. As you are packing tears are sneaking up in your eyes, falling down on your cheek, on the other hand Joe sings all the way sometimes even dances on his own voice instead of steping.

You want to walk out with one box when he jumps up. “Put it down!”

“It is not that heavy!”

“I’m the muscle you are just the tiny helping hand!” He flexes his arms and you can’t keep your eyes away from the guns. “Wait, are you crying?”

“I had tears all day, you were just too busy in your show!” You giggle.

“I’m sorry...”

“No, no, no, atleast you kept me away from ugly crying!” You kiss him. “Really, it is just the hormones, and that I started my adult life here, I lived here three years and now I just leave...” you sniff.

“Oh Silly!” He hugs you, and you burry your face in his upperarm.

“You really worked on this in the gym” you pinch his biceps.

“You like it?”

“I like it anyway, but fuck you are buff in the american meaning of the word too!” You giggle.

“How much do you like it?” He looks at you with lust in his beautiful hazel eyes.

“Really, really much!” You admit. “If we pack in two hours I may even ride you one more time in this apartment!” You wishper in his ear before walking away with rocking hips. After your words he is really turns on fast mode, while he really tries to show off his biceps in your way everytime he lifts something up. “You daddy is really desperate!” You giggle rubbing your belly.

“Hey, I can hear you!” Yells Joe from the door as he is about to walk down with some boxes.

“Did you heared that, he can hear us!” You chuckle. “Like that ever stoped us!”

As you are about to get everything down into your car, you see your neightbor’s head emerge from her door. “Hi Y/N! What is this mad packing for?” She asks, pointing at your hard working husband with her shaky hand.

“Hi Rosa!” You wave as you walk trowards her. “I’m moving out! We find a house in New York where we can raise this little one!” You smooth the fabric on your round belly.

“Oh I see your... did you had a wedding?” She asks a little hurten, even you two only spoke like 4-6 times a year.

“Oh yes, we married in december!” You smile.

“So you got married before anyone would find out?” She giggles with conspirator look in her eyes.

“No Rosa, we did planed the wedding months earlier than my pregnancy!” Your voice is sharp, and you know that.

“I’m sorry, it was just so fast...” you can see on her face she really do. “Last time you just introduced him as your bestfriend, and now he is your husband!”

“Yes we waited for the first step too much, so now we do not want to waist any more time!” You smile at the 60 years old still rubbing your belly.

“I hope you will think like this later too!” She puts her hand on your shoulder.

“Yes Rosa, I’m pretty sure, I will!” You chuckle even before you would say it. “I called him my future husband when I was 3, I don’t think 19 years are so rushed!”

“Hi, Rosa!” You can feel Joe’s hands on your side as he hugs you and finally puts his hand on your stomach, kissing your nape as always.

“Hi, Joseph!” She nods so straight you almost laugh, she never liked his always loud laughter filled life. “Will you end this loud packing soon?”

“Yes Rosa, I think we have just two or three more rounds and we finished!” You look up at the side to meet with those shining brown eyes.

“Yes, just a few more rounds.” He lets you go and walks in the apartment, as he comes out with four more boxes in his arms you can hear as he mumbles to her. “I hope you will love your new neightbors as much as you loved us, Rosa!” He steps in the elevator so he can’t see the shock sitting on her face.

“Thank you, Rosa for everything, really! I hope we see eachother in the future!” You lie a little.

“Me too honey, bye!” She says as she starts to close her door.

“Bye!” You just keep your laughter back until she fully closes it.

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You parked the car at your brothers house. An another sleep over, with a winter pool party, luckily your brother built the pool inside, not outside. Joe squezes your hand in his hand. “Are you ready for the sleepover?”

“To finally tell my family? Couldn’t wait more!” You nod repeating the words he said months earlier with your first pregnancy.

“I love you!” He wishpers as you get out of the car.

“I love you too Silly!”

You walk in the house hand in hand. “Still in the honeymoon stage?” Laughs your mother as she sees you. Everyone is there, you were the last to arrive, perfect.

“Forever!” You giggle burrying your face in Joe’s shoulder.

You put a box in Ginnie’s hands as you enter the living room. “This is for everyone!” You say, and watch as everyone is sitting around her.

“How could you get just one present for everyone?” Asks John and you giggle.

“Just open it!” You hurry them, but as you look up at Mary, it sits on your face you know she knows and before the moms would open the box she shrills a little, but puts her hand on her mouth before anyone would look at her.

When the box is open you finally allowed to put your hand on your stomach, and you can’t even hear as everyone is srceaming, and runs to hug you. “You kidding!” Mumbles your mom.

“No, we are not, again!” Joe smooths your bump rolling his eyes. “In 25 weeks the family will be bigger, so next time if the sleepover is in the late summer or in the autumn there will be really one more member!”

After everyone squezed you two one more time, it was time to change into swimmingsuits, and dive into the pool.

You are already in the water playing with Noah, when Joe walks in. You can see how big of a smile he has on his face. You wishper to your nephews, before walking to the side with him, where Joe was heading to. “Unca Joe!” Mumbles Noah with his tiny hands out for him, and you can see how soft Joe’s face gets. He bends down to reach for Noah, but then you grab his hand and pull him in the water.

“Good team work!” You hold your hand out for a highfive as he giggles on your side.

“You played me little man!” Walks trowards you Joe so fast not just Noah, but you scream too. “You helped your Auntie drag me into the water!” He playes the rule of the water monster, you can see it, and your nephew just screams and giggle as he nods, admiting his crime. Joe kisses both of you while you are giggling under him. “Do you want to see a flip big boy?” He asks him as he finally stops his attack.

“Yeeah!”

Joe plays the whale as he jumps out, and you can’t keep the laughter back, just like the kid on your side. He runs and jumps in, but instead of his feet he lands in the water with his back, hands flailing, so you laugh even harder, heads falling back. He gets above water like a drowning man flailing toward you. Noah chuckles so hard you can hear his breathing gets a little weird. Joe swims to you and kisses his cheek, and you can see the victory on his face as he is not rejected. “Did you liked it little man?”

Noah nods, just before he start to laugh again as Joe madly blows bubbles in the water. You can’t keep it you laugh again, so much your side starts to hurt.

“Hey love birds!” You look up to see Tyler Hoechlin walking in, with Chace Crawford behind him.

“Hey guys!” You smile up at them. “Didn’t know you are coming!”

“Yeah it was a late invitation, we bumped into John and Tom last night...” starts Tyler.

“Couldn’t say no to a pool party with you guys!” Cuts in Chace.

“Come here!” Jumps out Joe to run after him. You give your nephew to Rebecca who just got in the pool, and you follow your husband.

“Marriege made you shine like this or...” starts Tyler as you climb up on the ladder, but chokes up as he sees your torso coming out of water. Joe steps next to you pushing out his stomach his hands on his hips. “You are twining!” Laughs Tyler.

“Bloted!” Joe pulls his shoulder.

“Pregnant!” You mimic him.

“You kidding!”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” You point to your round belly. “I did eat a lot in Bali, but not this much!” You giggle.

“Congratulation!” You are huged again. Season of huging.

To be continued...

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New Account

Hi all!! I really didn’t like my last account. I didn’t do what I wanted with it and instead of going through and redoing it, I made a new account from scratch. I will be posting things that I had written and shared on the other account, so its not stealing. I wrote everything and im just sharing it on a different account. 

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Clark Kent or Lois Lane?

Who I like better: I'm assuming we're talking about Superman & Lois, specifically, rather than in general, since I've never been much of a fan prior to this version of them.

It's gotta be Clark. Sweet, gentle, awkward, nerdy Clark. Clark, who always wants to do the right thing, and help everyone, and fix everything. Clark, the family peacemaker. Clark, the man who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders... and does so with such grace. Tyler Hoechlin's Clark is just so genuine and darling and precious, and I am in LOVE with him. IN LOVE, I TELL YOU. Especially watching him navigate fatherhood as the (Totally Normal, I Swear) Incredibly Embarrassing Dorky Dad?

A+ QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT. Please ditch Lois and marry me instead okay? Okay.

That being said, Lois is super smart and feisty and badass, and... well... can you really have one without the other?

Lois is the headstrong, spitfire, go-getter of the pair, and she challenges Clark in all the best ways. In return, he tempers her... well, temper... and keeps her grounded.

Gosh, I just love them together. Clark is my favorite of the two, though. MARRY MEEE.

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Sterek will always be superior 🙈😭🤤😍💕

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Derek Hale Imagine - Teen Wolf

Finally I’m posting a new imagine😳 it’s been so long, but I’m trying to upload more often now😊

Please let me know if you liked this imagine🙋👑

Summary: You ask your best friend Derek Hale to be your fake boyfriend…

Words: 359

It’s been three months since you had moved to Beacon Hills. Your only friend, who was unfortunately also your crush, was Derek Hale so when your parents asked you about your friends you couldn’t tell them that you only had one friend so you lied to them because you didn’t want to disappoint them. You also told them that you had a boyfriend but this was a bad idea because they wanted to meet him. So you went to your best friends apartment to ask him for help…

»What?«, Derek yelled and raised his eyebrows, »You have a boyfriend?« »No I don’t have a boyfriend. I told my parents that I have a boyfriend because I didn’t want to disappoint them. I know it was stupid to say this but I can’t take it back so what shall I do? And why are you even mad Derek? Would it be a problem if I had a boyfriend?« »No…no.. It wouldn’t. I want you to be happy..«, he said looking away. »Derek, what’s up? I know something is wrong with you.« »Oh, it’s nothing.I’m fine. You wouldn’t like to hear it anyway.«, he said a bit nervous, »But I’m going to help you.«, »Why do you think that? Of course I wanna hear it. You’re my best friend, we share everything, I can see that you are sad right now so please tell me, Derek.«, you said and stepped closer to him. »So you see that I’m sad right now?«, he asked looking at you. »Yeah«, you answered. »Don’t you see that I’m in love with you?« You didn’t said a word. You just stared at him and then you finally stuttered: » Y..you’re what?« »Yes (y/n), I love you and I..« He wasn’t able to end his sentence because you pressed a passionate kiss on his lips. After a few seconds you both had smirked while you were still kissing. »I love you too, Derek«, you whispered against his mouth and he kissed you again. »I’d love to meet your parents«, he said and smirked.