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evermoire · 4 years ago

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living for the hope of it all | pack.

there was a bit of luck in michonne’s birthday falling on the day of halloween. any talk of parties or surprises were easily calmed with the mention of the town’s ball and how that was more than enough for her. noah always rebelled against the idea, but even he would give up after a while.

it was a little harder to talk lydia greene down but she was, thankfully, easily distracted by a much bigger event: allison’s birthday, just two days before michonne’s. though the redhead swore she would come back to michonne, she devoted the bulk of her time and planning to getting allison’s birthday presents together, which was perfect for michonne.

on the morning of the ball, michonne woke to a fair slew of happy birthday texts, in and out of the pack group chat, and what might as well have been an article from lydia about the outfit she’d sewn michonne for the night. michonne, along with the rest of the girls in the pack, spent the entire day playing dress-up for the wailing redhead and were sent out of the lake house one by one.

some hour or so after being sent away, michonne had yet to find any of the other pack members, and she tried not to stress about that. most years, she dreaded the ball because it meant dressing up and brushing off unwanted advances by whichever guy felt brave enough to hit on her behind a mask. this year, she dreaded it because it was nearly impossible to watch out for everyone she cared about. in a crowd this big, it was easy to hide and easy to overlook something suspicious.

in the golden costume lydia had designed for her and a matching mask, michonne made her way through the crowd, searching for the first familiar figure she could find. she thought she would feel better, just seeing even one pack member. it was a full moon and she knew that most, if not all, of the wolves were controlled enough to attend tonight, but still; she couldn’t help but worry that something would go wrong and she wouldn’t be there to help. thankfully, they all planned to meet up at the dance floor in about thirty minutes, so her worry faded slightly at the promise of seeing them soon.

with the loud music playing throughout beacon hills’ town square, maggie felt both rattled and eased. it hadn’t taken her long to find glenn at all; even in costume and mask –– hers an elaborate re-design of the queen of hearts from alice in wonderland –– she had beelined right towards him, as if there was a gravitational force that drew her back to his side every time.

“it feels weird being here this year,” she told him as they walked through the town square. “it feels more... dangerous.” aside from the large mayor’s mansion and property that would be used for dancing, there were numerous stalls for games and prizes lined up along the streets, as well as a few haunted houses. a block or two off, there were rides of the mechanical and animal kind. her dad was manning the section for pony rides, having volunteered the kindest and most well-behaved horses from the farm for the evening, as he did every year. and, for the more adventurous folks, there was a synthetic corn maze set up, full of actors in masked to chase them around until they were back out.

most years, the corn maze was maggie’s favorite attraction. pulling up her skirt and racing through the fields, throwing looks over her shoulder to check for zombies or axe murderers or whatever the maze offered for the year. tonight, she didn’t even want to look that way.

“why did i let you talk me into this?”

scott threw a grin at kira as they waited in line to enter the corn maze. there was a small group of pack members, those who scott had puppy-dog-eyed into joining him. “come on! it won’t be that bad. we hang out with cora and she’s way scarier than these people.”

“yeah, but at least we know cora isn’t secretly trying to kill us.”

“we actually have no proof of that,” jude snickered. despite scott’s best efforts to dissuade her from going to the maze, she was insistent on the fact that she’d never tried before and what better year to get spooked? she leaned against kira now, a careful placement of half of her weight onto her friend, who didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. more and more these days, scott wondered about kira; she was tiny and shy, but undoubtedly a sturdy little badass that he couldn’t help but admire. “but i don’t think it’ll be too bad, either! especially with your danger sense. in fact, it might be boring for you!”

kira sighed. luckily, her corpse bride dress had enough room to run in. she was almost sure that she’d be scarier than whatever came after her. in reality, she wasn’t worried about being scared or hurt; if anything, she was worried about tripping over herself and being humiliated. but scott and jude seemed excited and kira wasn’t going to ruin their fun. especially not when she was a little interested herself. “this is a bad idea,” she pointed out, though it did nothing to wipe their excitement away. “are we ready to go in?”

“ana!” dressed as a perfectly cheerful cinderella, lizzie’s face broke out into a wide smile as she laid eyes on her friend. her hand thoughtlessly dropped from mika’s and she moved forward, slipping through the crowd to reach the brunette. without thinking, she wrapped her arms around ana, heart racing with joy at the sight of her. “hi. i was worried i wouldn’t be able to find you.”

it felt like a silly fear, but one that she’d dealt with for the past few days. she couldn’t help herself; she loved her friend, easily and wholeheartedly, and looked forward to every moment they could spend together. and times like this, when something great and magnificent was happening, she wanted to experience them with ana. because she didn’t like loud noises, and she didn’t care much for parties, but she did want to see her friend in a happy environment away from the curse of academia.

ana was her moonflower. how could she not want to see her in full bloom?

camden leaned against the fence, watching as hershel guided titania, the horse that carried jeremy for the moment. given that jeremy had never really had grandparents, hershel and natalie had openly and happily stepped into that role, spoiling him with gifts and time with the gentler farm animals. neither they nor jeremy were fully in the know about how camden and lori became such good friends with the greene sisters, but none of them seemed to question it. hershel and natalie were glad that their daughters had quickly gained such a large and loyal group of friends, while jeremy was glad that he had so many good friends.

camden smiled as he watched him now. not far away, daryl and beth were tending to another horse whose name escaped camden now. for someone who had grunted about hating farm work just the other night, daryl seemed perfectly at ease now, feeding the brown horse and chatting to beth. the reason for his ease was slightly up in the air, but camden was willing to bet that it was blonde and blue-eyed.

when derek showed up, holding the hand of ten-year-old damaris talbot-hale, camden threw him a grin, then stepped away to go find lori. halloween was in full swing and though he knew that much of the pack had their apprehensions about the night, he hoped that it was something that they could just enjoy.

#tit. : ❛ living for the hope of it all !#gen. : ❛ pack !#par. : ❛ pack paras !#evt. : ❛ pack events !#scn. : ❛ blue moon halloween !

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lifebeginsbyleaving · 5 years ago

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Spooky ol’ woods alone

Derek is the worst boyfriend ever, and Stiles will be so disappointed in him.

***AN*** I wrote this for last years spooky week (so its not that good), but didn't finish it till months later. So here ya go.

Also I’m sure you've seen it but this is the best, so watch it again.

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DEREK P.O.V. To say I was stressed was an understatement. I was frantic. I mean the desperation in my eyes would normally make Erica laugh, but apparently holding a couples costume of a slutty nurse and a doctor in one hand, and peas and carrots costumes in the other made her take pity on me.

"Put that back you know Stiles would say something like that it's unfair the gender roles enforced on people and that how the woman being slutty and not the man is completely bogus and he'd make you wear the nurses outfit just to prove a point." Her eyes lit up with a devilish glint that matched the horns and tail she was wearing. "On second thought-"

"You're right." She deflated a bit as I set it back on the shelf. "But the only other one they have is this one. Erica, we can not throw a Halloween party that will out do Lydia's from last year dressed as vegetables!"

"That's why Boyd ordered our costume weeks ago. Why didn't you?" I sighed as I realized how terrible of a boyfriend I am and doubled down on my effort to search every shelf in the last store in Beacon Hills.

"Because I looked and looked and I couldn't find anything that meant enough, so I just stopped looking thinking I'd eventually think of it. And then it was two days before so I rushed a Han and Leia costume. But then Scott showed me pics of him and Allison dressed up last year as them and Stiles went as Chewie. And now we're here in this fucking store that has gender roles and healthy foods! God I messed up. I just wanted to find something special, you know something that I saw and it was just, us. Something that would make stiles happy."

"You, you big dork. You, make Stiles happy." Half my face lifted with the hope that statement brought and half fell knowing I don't deserve him which resulted in a face I'd imagine looked like I was constipated.

"Ugggggh. That's not good enough."

"Why? Why are you making such a big deal of this? It can't be the party because no one expects you to throw a better party than the queen herself. Is it because it's your first Halloween together?"

"No, well sort of. Look, a couple months back Stiles was over watching tv and he was looking for something to watch. As he was scrolling he paused on nightmare before Christmas. I joked that it was to far away from Halloween to watch it, and then he smelled of sadness so I thought maybe he really wanted to watch it. I apologized and said we could watch it if he wanted to. But then he just held the remote and looked at the carpet as his scent alternated from sad to happy. I was about to ask him what was wrong when he quietly spoke. 'Me and my mom used to watch Halloween movies together.' I just understood instantly. There are things that are personal and special, some you share some you don't. I wanted to be there, but I didn't want to pressure him so I told him how Laura, Cora, and my mom used to say they were the witches from hocus pocus and that they'd eat me if I wasn't good."

When I looked up I could see Erica's face soften into a fond smile. I continued my search on the bottom shelf of aisle nine and my story.

"And then he told me how they would hide the candy from his dad and eat it and watch Halloween movies while he was on night shift. Then I told him about the year I went as a tax consultant because Laura dared me to. He talked about how he went as a sheriff five years in a row until he outgrew his originally way too big uniform."

Also about how his dad would pin his badge on him and it made Stiles feel like he could protect people someday just like his dad. And I admitted that it made me feel important, like the pack trusted me to be responsible when I took my cousins out trick or treating, but those were not things I wanted to tell Erica just then so I went on.

"At some point he had turned on the movie with it playing in the background we just went back and forth all night talking about our favorite Halloween traditions. When silence finally fell we realized the movie was over and half way into the next. In the silence I ached for old memories and I could tell he did too."

Erica didn't know what to do with my sadness so I told her what Stiles did.

"In true Stiles fashion the silence didn't last long. He told me that he wanted to have more happy memories on his favorite holiday. Our favorite holiday. He said maybe two people who were too sad to celebrate because they lost people could celebrate together. And so I asked him if he wanted to plan a party with me." I looked at her after I finished glancing at the last aisle.

"Oh my God you are the worst boyfriend."

"Ugggh. Erica, bad friend. Make me feel better."

"No, you totally screwed this one. Batman deserves better." She finished right as we were putting the completely useless cart back while walking out the door.

"See! Even you have a thing you could do. You be Stiles' boyfriend you'd have Batman and Catwoman costumes already." She rolled her eyes at me.

"One, Boyd wouldn't be very happy. Two, Stiles loves you not me. And three, you know after a few shots Stiles would want to switch costumes and he'd look better than me in it which is not allowed."

"Erica it doesn't matter if he loves me or not he put me in charge of costumes after he found out I made one of Cora's, he's going to be destroyed when he finds out I couldn't do the one thing he trusted me completely with."

"You made one of Cora's costumes?" I turned to her as we approached my car.

"Erica!"

"Okay fine." We got settled in the car as I started it. "You know he trusts you right?" I was pretty much resigned to her terrible advice by now but I figured she'd try harder than that.

"Erica stop making it worse."

"Just answer."

"Yes he does. Which is why I'm such a terrible boyfriend we've established this."

"Right he trusts you, but he's still Batman and Batman always had a backup plan. I wouldn't be surprised of he had two pairs of costumes not just one ready to go."

"You're right, but that's worse I couldn't even get one costume and he got two and I was in charge of it! That's it I'm not going to the party so he can't breakup with me."

"You have to go. He's not going to break up with you. Look Derek if you just explain he'll understand. Your heart was in the right place." I sigh and nod knowing she's right he will understand but he'll still be disappointed in me. I hear my phone buzz with a notification.

"Can you check that."

"Yeah. It's from Stiles." I take a deep breath.

"What does it say?"

"'Can you pick up more cashews babe?' Why does he need cashews?" I put on my turn signal as I reply.

"His mother used to make homemade chocolates on Halloween and bear claws are his dad's favorite."

STILES P.O.V.

I get chocolate all over my phone as I send the text. I hum along to spooky scary skeletons as I finish up the latest batch of treats. Just as I'm swatting away Scott and Isaac's hands I hear my phone chime. I give them both a glare that says I see your fingers in my chocolate one more time you're losing them and check my phone.

"No problem sexy." Derek calls me sexy but never like that.

I type out a quick reply before putting my phone away. "Thanks Erica."

I complete the last batches of chocolates I can make without the cashews and turn off the burner. There isn't a single counter space that isn't covered in some sort of chocolate or another. I wonder if I made too many. I definitely made too many. What if I didn't make enough? What if I didn't make enough of a certain kind and they all get eaten first because the rest are gross? What if they all are gross? I sample a chocolate and moan around the taste of sweet cocoa decadence. Not gross, perfect.

A crash comes from the living room followed by a suspiciously rushed statement. "It wasn't me." I go out to fix what ever broke and put the finishing touches on everything.

"What did you idiots break."

"Boyd broke the remote."

"Uh-huh I'm sure he did. Boyd you're a disgrace." He didn't even look up from his book as he replied completely deadpan.

"I feed off chaos." I smile as I snatch the remote from Issac.

"Hey! I was trying to fix it. But I'm pretty sure the batteries don't fit anymore." I roll my eyes.

"You'd think if you guys broke the remote as often as you do at least one of you would learn how to fix it. Or does Jackson have the one brain cell you all share, right now?" Scott interrupted all the shouts of protest and indignation.

"Allison is here!" I poured all the chips into bowls as I waited for my turn to hug Allison.

"Stiles you don't have your costume on yet." She said as she hugged me.

"Derek is bringing it. I love yours though I just thought Scott felt like wearing a dress but he must be Maid Marian. Wow! That's a real bow."

"Yup."

"Somehow I keep thinking you can't get any more badass and then you do."

"Thanks Stiles. Oh you have something on your face."

My eyes widen and I see Scott race to his feet. I take a breath to act cool and wipe it on my sleeve. "Oh thanks."

"Stiles was that chocolate? Allison was it chocolate?" He whips his head back and forth between us instead of answering she just turns away to not get involved in it.

"It wasn't chocolate Scott."

"It better not have been Mr. No one gets any till every one is here not even me."

"God Scott it wasn't chocolate."

He squinted at me. "How do I know you're not lying?"

"Because I'm your bestfriend and I wouldn't lie to you."

"Breath in my face." I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. I breathed out a big breath.

"There."

He wrinkled his nose. "I don't know what I'm more concerned by, the fact that you just breathed out in my face knowing even someone who isn't a werewolf could smell the chocolate on you or the fact that you did it with such confidence."

"I was hoping conviction out weighed evidence."

"Don't let your dad hear you say that."

I finished handing out the chocolates one per person as Lydia suggested after everyone's unending whining.

Then I checked the clock only forty minutes till the party starts. Some people will probably get here early. I hope our costumes don't require a lot of effort. Derek is cutting it kind of close. And I can't wait to see our costumes. I'm bouncing out of my skin. I wonder if he made them. No that would be too much work. He probably got them online. Or maybe he went to a really big store and looked through every one until he found them. Or maybe he bought them piece by piece. I was brought out of my little daydream by Isaac saying they were here.

I ran to the kitchen and threw my apron in, then ran to the door to wait patiently while tapping my foot. I was about to rip open the door to shout what's taking so long when it swung open. Erica walked in and passed me she was wearing the devil to Boyd's angel. I turned to see her lay herself over Boyd. "Nice to see you too Erica." As I turned back I smiled seeing who I'd been waiting on coming up the steps.

"I didn't think there'd be that many options for cashews and after five minutes of debating Erica chose for me. If I got the wrong ones I can go back." He was looking down in the bag like they would magically change into the wrong ones if he didn't keep an eye on them. I stepped out on to the porch and closed the door behind me. "Stiles you'll get col-" I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him backwards till I hit the door and went up on my tip toes to kiss him. I kissed him till when we parted harsh warm breaths fanned across our faces.

"You better not let me get cold. That'd be rude, especially after I missed you so much."

"You taste like chocolate."

"And you taste like that bubble gum Erica buys, but only ever shares with you and Boyd."

"I'm going to kiss you again."

"As you should." This one was short, but after I couldn't fathom how I was supposed to open my eyes and end the moment. He bumped our noses together.

"Stiles we should go back in your nose is cold." I hugged him and buried my nose in the super werewolf heat of his neck.

When I spoke my words were muddled by being squished against him. "We should, before they figure out I pulled you out here to make out."

From inside we heard a yelled smartass comment. "We're werewolves Stiles, we could hear you."

I yelled back. "Can you hear me flipping you off Scott?" Derek chuckled and unwrapped himself from me, which I did not appreciate.

He opened the door for us. And as we walked in the bag of cashews hit the door frame and I remembered. "Oh, you forgot to grab our costumes from your car." His face switched to one of discomfort. "Don't tell me you forgot them at your loft."

"They aren't at my loft." Now I was confused. "Stiles we should head upstairs."

"Derek I know my room is soundproof but do you really want to have sex no-"

"Gross."

"Tmi."

"No Stiles that isn't wh-"

"Oh! I can't believe I didn't think to look! I told you we were all getting ready in my room, so you hide them there." I turned to run up the stairs as he called after me. "Come catch me if you don't want me to find them." The bastard took his time coming up the stairs like he thought I'd never find them. I smiled as I ripped clothes out of my closet trying to get a glimpse of something that could be a costume.

"Stiles." He said it in his exasperated tone the one he saved for when he really didn't know what to do.

"Alright fine. You don't want me to find them. Then show me." Normally my gleeful smile and antics would bring a scowl hiding a smirk, but this time it was a pinched brow and sadness in his eyes. My smile dropped. "Der, what's wrong?" I brought up my hand to cradle his cheek, and he looked away from me.

"I didn't get them." I was confused.

"What?"

"I fucked up. I'm sorry I didn't the costumes." He looked so broken so I took a breath to keep my sadness and anger from overwhelming both of us.

"Why." It was his turn to take a deep breath, one that made it seem like he was gathering courage.

"Because of a million different reasons. At first I just thought about the basics do we want to go sexy, funny, elaborate? Then when it was time to start looking for one and I just knew it had to be perfect. It had to be us. We're not the ketchup and mustard couple or the peanut butter and jelly couple or the- or the-"

"Or the salt and pepper couple."

"Yes perfect and we're not the slutty nurse and doctor couple either."

"Of course not because that is an old gender role shitstorm of a costume idea that needs to die in a hole."

"Exactly and then I thought about making one, but how am I supposed to make a costume that perfectly represents us when you're so you and I'm so me and I don't know how that works in real life much less in a fucking costume! And soon enough it was too close to make something. And then it was close enough to need to be overnighted. And then Scott showed me pictures of him, you, and Allison last year so that was out. And th-"

"You got us Han and Leia costumes?"

"Yeah but we can't do that because you and Scott have a rule of not doing each others costumes."

"No we can't."

"And then it was Halloween and none of the stores in Beacon Hills had good costumes. I just wanted it to be good for you. For us. This is such a big deal for so many reasons. It's your first time actually celebrating not just wearing a costume since your mom. It's my first time even going anywhere near anything with Halloween since my family. It's our favorite holiday. It's our first Halloween together. It's our first party we planned together. And I couldn't fit that all into a costume so I just gave up and you deserve so much better. I'm the worst boyfriend in the world."

I walked up to him to get him to look up from the floor and into my eyes. "Hey, hey, hey. No room for that mister. You are not the worst boyfriend. You just put too much pressure on yourself. Derek it doesn't have to be perfect. Isaac is dressed as fucking blue. And quiet frankly I don't think he's getting that paint off any time soon."

I count his slight smile as a victory so I continue.

"I do agree that it should be us though, but it doesn't have to be all of us at one time. That's impossible unless we dressed as ourselves. But that's the point of Halloween you get to be someone else or just a part of you that you don't normally get to be."

"You're right. I'm an idiot. And I ruined the party."

"You did not ruin the party. We'll figure something out."

"Aren't you upset with me?"

"I'm just upset that you didn't ask me. That you stressed about this for that long and didn't tell me. So next year just ask."

"Next year? You mean you're not going to break up with me?"

"You're stuck with me, and about eight thousand chocolates."

"What?"

"I have a confession to make or rather I made too many confections. I remember those raspberry things are Laura's favorite, maple are your dad's, cherry cordial mom, Cora the heathen likes dark chocolate. But I couldn't remember what you said your favorite was. So I kinda make every chocolate known to man. Then bought all candy the store had. Whoops?"

"How come you're stuck with a I messed up the one thing I did solo boyfriend when you're a whoops I made too many chocolates boyfriend?"

"It must be to balance out the you getting up early in the morning to make me breakfast, or maybe your super hotness, or maybe your magic di-"

He looked at me fondly As he interrupted. "I don't know how I deserve you."

"And I don't know how I deserve you."

"I'm serious Stiles I messed up and you're just-"

"Loving you anyway? Derek, it's okay. I didn't know what to do so I made and bought everything. You didn't know what to make or buy, so you didn't buy anything. We both had different ways of doing things. We didn't know how to make each other happy, so we stressed about it. But it doesn't matter, we're new at this. We're new together. We'll learn. We have time." I don't think I've ever seen him smile that big. "What? Derek did you not think we'd have time? Do you not want ti-"

"I love you too. I don't know if you meant to say it. If you meant it like that. Or even if you mean it. But I love you."

"Wha- Oh." I grab his hand and intertwine our fingers. "It wasn't meant to be said like that, but I do mean it." He smiles wide enough to show off his bunny teeth, and suddenly his free hand is pulling my head towards his and our lips meet in something the romantics have for centuries called a head on collision.

"Ow!"

"Sorry." He tries again slower this time. Soon enough I'm melting into it, but someone must have forgotten rule one of chocolate making. Low temperature with constant stirring. Because pretty soon I'm burning. Our hands are no longer joined in favor of feeling each other up like over eager TSA agents. He squeezes my ass hard enough for me to know if I don't stop this soon little Stiles won't get the memo that we have a party about to start downstairs and not in the way he wants.

"Der, come on we have people downstairs." With my lips moving he has found purchase on a very sensitive part of my neck. I indulge him a little longer, and allow him more room to work with by baring my neck. I know he loves it. He growls. Honest to God growls! I laugh at his behavior that is usually reserved for mind bending orgasms or fits of jealousy. "Der, you know I think it's hot when you do that, but not now. We have to stop." He starts kissing me again, but this time it's filthy. He starts pushing me back while following tightly. When my back hits the wall it jars our lips loose long enough for me to suck in a gulp of air. Immediately after, he steals my breath again as he lifts me up two hands on my ass. My legs wrap around him on instinct. He starts harshly grinding his hips into mine. "Derek, Oh my God Derek!" My head clunks against the wall and tilts up as I thank the lord I invested in soundproofing my room. "What- Oh fuck! What has gotten into you?" I tilt my head back down to look at him and I startle at his half shifted face.

"Jesus!"

My shock fades and I laugh again. I love finding out new triggers for the more animal side of him. "Do tell, what has got you so worked up this time? It's not that cologne. Or that pair of jeans. Or th-" I look him straight in the eyes. "Is it because I told you that I love you?" His answer is a flash of definitely not green eyes and a sharp hip thrust. "Fuck! Stop doing that." Damn it I really don't want him to stop, but we have things to do. He growls and does it again. "Okay that's enough." I tap on his mouth intill he opens up and shows me bunny teeth. Then I tap on his ears and they slowly lose their edge. I tap on one of his arms and he digs his fingertips into my ass to rudely show his claws are put away. Next is his sideburns and with them his whole face goes back to normal. His hips have slowed to a gentle rock, but by now people have to be arriving so they need to stop. I tap on his hips, he stops. His chest is heaving harder than it does for most of his workouts. His voice is hoarse as he speaks.

"Sorry for losing control like that."

"Don't be sorry that you did that, be sorry that it wasn't at a time when we could finish it. If it was any other time I would have loved to been fucked like that."

"Oh yeah? The sideburns do it for ya?" He asks with a teasing tilt to his voice and face.

I respond to his joke with honesty. "No. It's the fangs. But you know that chompy." He nips at my neck and my dick jumps. "Okay I love being between a wall and a hard dick, we both know this. But it's doing absolutely nothing to kill little Stiles' mood." He huffs and tucks his face into my neck. "No, bad Derek. Drop it." He licks a stripe up my neck in retaliation. I unwrap one of my hands from the back of his neck to tilt his chin up so I can give him a soft kiss. Then I tap one of the hands he currently has glued on my ass and he reluctantly lets me down. "Thank you."

We're both trying to calm down so he asks a question to distract us. "So what the fuck are we going to do about costumes?" I smirk at him.

"Don't worry I already figured it out.

"You had a backup plan this whole time?"

"No, I thought of it just now."

"Just now, like now now. Or when we almost had sex?"

"When we almost had sex."

"Ho-I-Wh- You know what? Okay. I accept that I'll never know how your mind works. Stiles what is your idea?"

"Well it came to me when you flashed your ey-"

"Baby."

"Yes?"

"The short version please."

"Little red and his big badass wolf."

He scoffed "No Stiles." I ironically gave him puppy dog eyes. "It's offensive."

"Well you know what I find offensive? My boyfriend forgetting costumes." His shocked and betrayed face was priceless.

"I did not forget!"

"And isn't that almost worse?" He let out a breath.

"So do you have ears for me or something?"

"Derek. Sweetie. You have fucking ears."

"Wha- That's your plan! Just have me partially shift? Wow genius idea."

"I know. I had a really hot muse." He let out a soft chuckle and looked at me with fondness.

"Alright what about you red? I'm assuming you don't have a slutty little red riding outfit just hanging around?" I lifted an eyebrow in challenge as I sauntered to my closet.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Oh I really fucking would." I pull out my red hoodie and ripped jeans for me and an old ripped and blood stained shirt for Derek.

"Too bad. I'm thinking a badass modern day red for today. With a misunderstood werewolf boyfriend." He comes up behind me as I lay it on the bed. He hugs me from behind as he says in my ear.

"Does that mean I can still gobble you up later?"

As he presses a kiss to my neck I complain. "That so nearly didn't work for you."

"Really? How about, I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow you."

"That's from three little pigs not red riding hood."

"I get around."

"Oh really? Well get around to getting changed. I have to find my bat. Lydia said there was some leftover fake blood and make-up in the bathroom."

All said and done I think I did pretty good. My jeans look great so does the split lip. And I did such a good job on the only kind of bruising that Derek's werewolf healing can't make go away. So I sat on the counter waiting for Derek. He was looking in the mirror at both of us with a furrow in his brow. He caught my eyes. Then he spoke.

"Do you think we look okay? Are you disappointed?" Pulled him in between my legs.

"Yes, we look more than okay. It's very us. No, I'm not disappointed. How could I be? It's Halloween. I'm celebrating it again and with you. I'm about to make all the parents on the block hate us by handing out way too much chocolate. I have the kind of boyfriend that doesn't just pick out the first costume he sees, but was so worried about it he couldn't even pick one. I'm about to eat my body weight in chocolate. I'm about to go downstairs to see my friends and family. I'm about to watch all the best Halloween movies. I'm hopefully getting a blow job from the big bad wolf tonight. I'm happy. And I'm inlove with my boyfriend." I added the last one just to see the reaction, and his flashing eyes was a welcome outcome. "Oooo save that party trick for scaring the naughty kids." He hugged me and I laid my head against his shoulder, careful not to smudge any blood.

"I love you too." I smiled into his shoulder at his words.

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timetowritesomefluff · 5 years ago

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hi!! Im here looking for the ships?? (I love your writing btw). Im a 16 year old female, six foot (god help me), I have red hair and blue/grey eyes.I play clarinet and also do theatre. My all-time favorite movie is the original Halloween. Im very energetic and hyper and I love really hard and really fast. I’m also very tactile and love to touch my s/o or close friends in some way at almost all times.I’m bi, so I dont really care what gender I get, but I’d prefer it from the Teen Wolf universe!!!

Omg you are so sweet, and I totally splurged for this ask. I can be sweettalked into anything flattery will get you everywhere

But babe I couldn’t decide on a ship....So I settled for three. Hope you’re not disappointed 😉, enjoy 💙

Scott

Scott would meet you when he stumbled into the band room looking for either a class or some recently escaped beastie, and lock eyes with you....

Only to dash out of the room again, more than a little confused about why his heart sputtered upon seeing that girl with the beautiful red hair that glinted in the sun.

Allison introduces you two—you and her were friends in theatre, and Allison was intrigued by your skills of observation. You’d noticed a supernatural thing here and there, and had even covered for the Pack just because you were, well, you. So Allison decided to pull you in to the pack, and you were more than willing to join the supernatural world.

The meeting went a little something like this:

Allison politely made the intros,

“Scott, this is my friend Y/N. Scott? Your mouth is just—it’s just hanging open. Say something.”

Scott blinked, and said,

“....Hi, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you, Scott.”

Stiles face palmed, muttering,

“Close enough.”

You shook Scott’s hand, electricity firing between your fingers, and smiled.

Scott STILL didn’t understand why it felt like his stomach was doing the conga, and he couldn’t stop smiling back at you.

A few weeks later, it wasn’t until Stiles pointed out the fact that Scott was still blushing an hour after you’d complimented his handwriting or something, idk his taste in pen choices (this boi would be shook no matter what you said), that Scott clued in.

From there, he was an adorable mess.

He wouldn’t for one second be put off by your height, thinking it just one of the million things that makes you a literally goddess in his eyes. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, the way you’d drink a can of freakin’ soda would be beautiful to him. It was the way you treat people, with sweetness and energy and passion that made him fall for you.

For real though, he’d be doodling his last name tagged on to the end of yours (or vice versa) after the first date.

Scott would one hundred percent be the Supportive Boyfriend, happily carrying your textbook between classes, opening doors and giving you his jacket.

But he’d also be the fun boyfriend.

You want to see Halloween for, well, Halloween? This boy has got a private drive-in movie theatre set up. You want to see the newest play they’ve got down at the community center? Well you’re gonna go sneak in and watch from the rafters, because it’s more fun that way and way more romantic.

This boy is so touch-starved that he takes every chance to make out with you, every chance to make your heart beat quicker (and believe me, he’s listening). But he’s also Scott-captain-of-toothache-sweet-McCall, and he’s the master of hand holding, swinging his arm over your shoulders, brushing your hair back and playing with the little baby hairs at the nape of your neck. This boy will have every freckle, every scar, every eyelash memorized because he just wants to know everything about you and make you feel as loved and appreciated as you deserve ♥️

Malia

Malia would literally die when she saw you. “She’s tall? And gorgeous? And can act? And she’s literally perfect?!”

When Stiles introduced you as the secret weapon of the group, aka the badass one that always had the best ideas, the logical decisions, the kickass attitude of positivity no matter the odds, Malia was strangely quiet, letting her hair fall in her face to hide the clumsy, blushy mess just a glance from your sea-glass eyes could make her.

Being a touchy person, you might have swung your arm around her strolling down the hall between classes, or in the parking lot after school.

Malia, being Malia, would automatically lean in to it (being a tactile person herself). Then she’d see who it was, turning her head and coming nose-to-nose with you.🙀

The look on her face was enough to send you into a fit of giggles, and just the sound of that was plenty enough to make her grin ear to ear.

“Can you do that again?” She’d ask softly as you began to stop. You’d look up, surprised.

Malia shrugged, blushy mess appearing.

“I like it when you laugh.”

Thus cue the cUTESt relationship in which Malia does any and everything to make you laugh, make you smile, make you happy. That means finding the absolute dumbest puns and delivering them with a straight face in the middle of a Bio test; that means knotting her fingers through yours every chance she gets because she just cannot get over how amazing it feels to have your skin sliding against hers. That means protecting you at every turn, and letting you protect her because Malia doesn’t believe for one second that you’re not just as capable of fighting however you choose, human or no. Malia would lay her head on your shoulder one day, smiling at the sight of your hand on hers, and kiss the back of it.

“I love you, Y/N,” she’d whisper, so soft and careful. You’d kiss her on the side of her head, smiling into her hair as you breathed in her woodsy scent.

“I love you too, Malia.”

Derek

Derek is hella angsty, or at least goes for the aesthetic of it.😈

But like any vaguely-aged young man, he’s not impervious to cinematic perfection. He’d end up squished in line next to you for a special promotion of Halloween. You, being adorable and outgoing, would strike up conversation. Him, being a broody leather-clad hottie, would say something snippy in return.

Buuut he noticed the way your eyes lit up when you talked about loving the movie, how you were so energetic talking with your hands and he was gripped by the strange urge to hold one.

Derek left quickly after that, and only ran into you as you, and your friends Scott and Stiles, started to meddle in the affairs of the supernatural world.

He. Was. NOT. Going. To. Fall. For. You.

He told himself like eighteen times a day, and failed each time.

Lydia didn’t fail to notice it, making little jokes here and there.

“And where is your leather-wearing bodyguard, Y/N? Out slaying dragons?”

“First of all, you’re weird. Second of all, what are the chances of dragons actually being real???”

Things only began to heat up when YOU took initiative.

Tired of all the mutual pining, the longing stares, the wagging eyebrows from stiles, and the undercurrent of admittedly sexy tension, you cornered Derek.

Buuut you hardly got two words out before his mouth was on yours, his hands in your hair.

When you two finally broke apart for air, you were stunned at the look on Derek’s face.

He was grinning, actually BEAMING. He rested his forehead against yours with a special tenderness, and whispered,

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

#teen wolf #askanswered #youpreciousdearyoudeserveallgoodthinga #teen wolf imagine #malia imagine #derek imagine #scott imagine

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just-jordie-things · 6 years ago

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Halloween Party - Allison Argent

word count: 2900 warnings: summary: sexual tension is best released while at parties

For (y/n) (y/l/n) and Allison Argent, the only term that was most fitting was ‘it's complicated’ and it had been that way for a year now.

After the huntress had moved to Beacon Hills and met her soon to be best friend Lydia Martin, and her friend, (y/n), everything she thought she knew was flipped around on her. (y/n) had taken an immediate interest in her, and wasn’t afraid to show it either. The first moment she met Allison, her instant response to her introduction was asking what team she swung for. Lydia had teasingly hit the girl on the arm as she drank up Allison’s figure, while Allison pretended to be confused by the expression.

“She’s my new best friend,” Lydia had said to (y/n) when Allison has left.

“And she’s my new project” She had replied, watching the brunette walk off down the hall.

Somehow, (y/n’s) clear feelings and intentions didn’t get in the way of Allison’s blossoming relationship with Scott. She was friendly with her, they had sort of become friends, but there was always an underlying tension between the two.

Lydia knew it, she could spot sexual tension from a mile away. Scott could smell it, it was very distinct, but very prominent. But he wasn’t blind either, he had known (y/n) since elementary school, and he could see the way she looked at Allison with more than just a bit of a crush. She was absolutely infatuated by her. Stiles even knew it, and constantly teased (y/n) about it, when he wasn’t afraid she’d beat him up for it.

When Scott and Allison’s relationship had come to a dramatic end, it was (y/n’s) place that Allison found herself at, and even on her doorstep she wondered if this was a bad idea.

“Al?” (y/n) answered the door in her pajamas, looking at the huntress in complete surprise. “What’re you doing here- what’s wrong?” She took in her distressed features and rushed her inside.

“Scott and I…” Allison trailed off, and it was obvious what had happened.

“Oh, sweetheart…” (y/n) shut the door and opened her arms for the girl, who hugged her instantly and failed to hold back her tears. “I’m sorry darling, do you want to talk about it?”

“I did it” Allison mumbled into her shoulder. (y/n’s) brow furrowed, not understanding. “I broke up with him b-but it had to happen, we just aren’t in love like we used to be, and-”

“Hey, shh…” (y/n) cooed, petting Allison’s hair when she began to hiccup over her tears. “I get it, it’s okay, it’s okay…” She murmured, rocking the girl back and forth. “Don’t cry… shh… don’t cry sweetheart,”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I came here I-I couldn’t think of anywhere else to go you see I just wanted to not be alone” She choked on her words and (y/n) hushed her again.

“It’s alright,” She told her, finally releasing the girl and caressing her shoulders gently. “Can I get you anything? Water? Have you eaten?”

“No I… that sounds really nice” Allison sighed, nodding her head.

The girls had dinner together, and (y/n) let Allison vent through everything that had happened between her and Scott, until there was nothing left to say. Then they spent the rest of the night watching old shitty movies and laughing at the bad jokes in them, until both of them passed out on the living room couch.

Since that night, they’d become closer than before. Thus brings us, to the Halloween party that Stiles had decided to throw in Derek’s loft while he was out of town. Allison was hellbent on researching the Oni, while (y/n), Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and even Isaac were using the party to their advantage, hoping they’d show.

“So,” Lydia went up to (y/n), two red solo cups in hand filled with neon colored liquor, handing one of them to her friend. “Is Ally Argent showing up tonight?” The banshee asked. “She kept telling me there was no way, but something else tells me that there’s a chance she’ll show”

“Oh?” (y/n) quirked an eyebrow as she sipped her drink. “You think I can get her to come?”

Lydia snorted with laughter, which made (y/n) chuckle as well and rolled her eyes.

“You know what I meant”

“Yeah, yeah” Lydia waved a dismissive hand. “You’re really not going to ask her? This is your big chance, love” (y/n) seemed to contemplate it, shrugging her shoulders slightly as she looked into her drink.

“Allison Argent is an enigma,” She told Lydia, her eyes narrowing slightly as she thought aloud. “I’ve never known what she wants, she’s a mystery, and she’s… provocative” (y/n) said.

“You think you’re more than just into her?” Lydia asked, and (y/n) pursed her lips, and quirked an eyebrow.

“What, you want me to make a move on her?” She asked, scoffing a laugh and throwing back the rest of her drink. Lydia nodded as she giggled at (y/n’s) antics.

“Uh, yeah, you’ve been staring at that girl like a lost puppy for a year now, I think it’s time for something to happen before all that pent up frustration kills you” Lydia suggested. “And a party is the perfect place for that”

“I don’t think so, Martin” (y/n) said, chuckling as she shook her head. “Allison’s gorgeous, and trust me I’d give anything to be with her, but I’m not stepping in on her and Scott’s drama”

“They’re broken up, what drama would you be stepping in on?” Lydia asked with a roll of her eyes. “You’re making excuses, it’s not that hard, I’m sure you’re feelings as very clear to Allison already”

“Mhm, I’ve made my intentions crystal clear since day one,” (y/n) winked at the banshee, who again, rolled her eyes.

“We know,” She replied. “And not once have I seen her abstain from them, in fact, I think she loves your attention” (y/n) smirked slightly at the idea, humming to herself. “Maybe you could ask for yourself” Lydia said, nodding her head off another direction, and (y/n) cocked her head to the side, before turning to see the devil herself entering the room.

Allison Argent, looking out of place in her flannel and leggings, lacking the luminescent paint everyone else wore. But (y/n) grinned at the sight of her.

“You gonna go make that move or what?” Lydia teased, earning a glance from (y/n) before she made her way towards the new arrival.

When Allison caught sight of (y/n) coming towards her, she felt a hot blush race from her cheeks to her chest. She was in black short shorts and a tight blue neon crop top, neon paint was displayed in intricate patterns all over her exposed skin, and Allison couldn’t tear her eyes away from her body, there was nothing left to the imagination, and Allison’s was currently running wild.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” (y/n) asked smugly as she looked Allison up and down. The huntress chuckled at the cliche line, but shrugged a shoulder.

“Lydia told me I needed a break,” She answered. “That if I came here I could find a good outlet for that” She added, a suggestive tone in her voice. (y/n) smirked as her brows rose.

“Well let’s get you some paint then,” She said, reaching for her hand, which Allison let her take, and dragging her to the stand. “Pick your color” She said, gesturing to all the paints and brushes. Neon pinks, oranges, greens, blues, it was a mess after everyone went nuts with it.

“I can do somethin’ for ya,” The girl at the stand offered, but side-eyed (y/n) after. “But I’ll bet your girlfriend here would much rather take over” (y/n) smirked, looking to Allison, curious to see if she’d correct the girl. She didn’t.

“I’ll let her do it,” Allison said, looking back at (y/n) with rosy cheeks and hopeful eyes. “If you want to” She added quickly, and (y/n) smiled, dipping a thin paintbrush into the bright orange paint.

“How could I refuse?” She mused, and Allison began unbuttoning her flannel, before pulling the sleeves down her arms for more canvas space for (y/n). The girl pursed her lips as she took in Allison’s exposed bright pink bralette. “You came prepared?”

“Just in case” The huntress shrugged, her blush still present as she bit her lip. (y/n) smiled before stepping closer, beginning to paint from her cheek, to her neck.

The process was time consuming, and (y/n) found herself painting tangled designs all across her shoulders neck and face, all the while Allison stared at her concentrated expression. Especially while she made swift brush strokes of pink over her lips.

“Did you do all this yourself?” Allison asked nervously after (y/n) had finished her lips. The brunette eyed all of the patterns of flowers and swirls that covered (y/n’s) face and neck, some on her exposed belly as well.

“Mhm, some” (y/n) said softly, too focused on painting Allison’s cheek to hold a conversation.

“I didn’t know you were such an artist” Allison had to raise her voice over the music, and (y/n) chuckled at how nervous she seemed, making conversation just to fill the silence between them.

“I’m sure there’s plenty you still don’t know about me” (y/n) teased in a smug tone, making Allison giggle slightly.

“Maybe tonight’s a good night for learning a little more, then” Allison suggested, and (y/n’s) eyes flitted towards hers, a curious daze in them.

“Maybe,” She responded simply, and set her paintbrush back on the stand. “Thank you” She said to the lady, and tipped her before heading off with Allison again. “You drink?”

Allison laughed aloud at the question.

“Yeah” She said, very seriously, and (y/n) chuckled a bit at the response.

“Excuse me for asking, then” She said with a smile, leading her towards the bar that someone, she didn’t know who, had set up in the loft.

“There’s a bar?” Allison asked out of complete surprise, the Hales would not be pleased if they came home right now. “Derek’s gonna be pissed”

“Derek’s always pissed” (y/n) said dismissively. “Besides, he’ll only be upset with the ones who orchestrated it all,” She gave Allison a pointed look. “Which wasn’t us” She winked. Allison flustered, but managed a nod of understanding that made (y/n) chuckle a bit.

She liked the way she was able to make the most badass huntress in Beacon Hills as anxious as a schoolgirl with a crush.

“He’s supposed to be out of town the whole weekend,” (y/n) assured her. “Which means all he’ll actually come home to, is a trashed apartment” Allison smiled, a small part of her finding this as revenge. Her and Derek didn’t exactly have a peachy history. “So what do you drink?” (y/n) asked.

“Anything” Allison smiled back proudly, and in a quick decision grabbed for her hand as they kept walking through the thick crowd of people. “I haven’t been to a party in a while” She commented.

“Me neither,” (y/n) said. “Too busy kicking ass?” Allison laughed bashfully, and nodded her head.

“Something like that” She said quietly.

They got to the bar and took two red cups off the counter, happily drinking and talking over the loud EDM music.

“No offense,” (y/n) practically hollered. “But this music is trash” Allison giggled, a bit drunkenly.

“You aren’t though” She replied cheekily, and (y/n) burst out a laugh.

“Are you a bit tipsy, Allison Argent?” She asked with a grin, and Allison grinned back, squeezing onto (y/n’s) hand.

“Maybe just a little,” Allison said, pinching her thumb and forefinger close together, making (y/n) chuckle. “Enough to ask you to dance with me?” (y/n) smiled at the offer.

“What an interesting change of roles… you’re asking me to dance?” Allison nodded her head, still grinning from ear to ear, all teeth and twinkly eyes.

“Yes please” She answered, and (y/n) set her empty cup back on the counter, offering her other hand to her. Allison giggled, throwing back the last of her drink and setting it by (y/n’s) so she could take her hand.

“I’d love to” (y/n) said, dragging her with her onto the dancefloor. Allison was still smiling as they got to a somewhat open space. Allison was looking up at her happily, still holding her hands.

(y/n) raised their hands and released one of Allison’s to twirl her around. The huntress grinned, being pulled back closer than before, both earing smiles as they stared at one another.

The more the music played, the more fun they had, messing around as they danced goofily with each other. It was the first time in a while that Allison let herself let loose, and she couldn’t have thought of a better person to do it with.

“I’m glad I came here tonight,” Allison leaned in but still had to yell over the music. “I’m having a really great time” (y/n) grinned back at her.

“I’m glad you came too,” She replied, her hands falling on the huntress’ hips as they swayed togher, side to side to the beat. “You know I do enjoy spending time with you” She said, pulling Allison closer ever so slightly, her hands roaming up the skin of her waist.

“You’ve made that evident… yes” Allison responded. (y/n) grinned at that.

“I like being more straightforward with you,” She told the brunette. “Honest gets you places, you know”

“Yeah, I’d think it does” Allison said, a blush rising on her cheeks just from her answer.

“Yeah?” (y/n) smirked as Allison flustered a bit, and the Argent girl nodded.

“Yeah…” Allison trailed off, biting her lip slightly out of nervousness. Her hands were linked behind (y/n’s) neck. “Look, uh…” She trailed again, piecing together what she wanted to say. “I know we’ve always…”

(y/n) raised her brows expectantly, wondering where she was going with this. Allison was looking at (y/n) like she was waiting for her to finish her sentence for her.

At a point, she shut her mouth and a smile took over her features. Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at (y/n). All she could think about was that first day she’d met her, and how if she’d known then that she’d be here, she would’ve made a move to begin with.

As they danced, (y/n) was looking at her with complete adoration and intrigue, her eyes never wavered from Allison, how could they when she was the most beautiful thing in this room?

Leaning down so she could speak into her ear, (y/n) smiled as she whispered to Allison. “Everyone in here looks dull compared to you”

Allison leaned back from her, looking at her with absolute seriousness, before leaning up and planting her lips on hers in a hasty and passionate kiss. While she was taken by surprise, (y/n) stopped her dancing completely to settle her hands at Allison’s hips, tugging her in closer to deepen the kiss. Allison’s hands shot to tangle themselves in her hair, completely lost in her kiss.

When they did part, and only because air was becoming an issue, Allison got half a breath in before (y/n) was kissing her again, this time softer, but just as powerful.

“It’s about damn time, Argent,” She mumbled against her lips. “Granted, I was waiting for you, and I would’ve waited forever” Her hand skimmed Allison’s jaw, before cupping around the back of her neck as not to ruin her face paint.

“You’ve got a bit of pink lipstick,” Allison said, reaching her thumb up to rub away the remnants of her own neon makeup on (y/n’s) bottom lip. “There” She hummed when it was gone.

“You’ve got quite the smudges yourself,” (y/n) responded, smiling at the smeared lipstick on her face. “I could either fix it, or finish the job” She offered suggestively. Allison grinned girlishly.

“Definitely finish the job” She answered, leaning up to kiss her again.

Lydia, who was standing not too far from the two, with a drink in her hand and Stiles by her side, let out a sigh of relief. “Finally”

“Finally?” Stiles asked. Lydia gestured to (y/n) and Allison, who were making out in the middle of the dance floor without a care in the world. “Really?” Stiles questioned again. “Those two have been together since sophomore year” He said before taking a drink.

“No, she was with Scott then” Lydia said, not understanding the boy’s statement at all. Drunk or not, Stiles was always a bit confusing.

“Oh please,” Stiles scoffed. “It was always (y/n), I mean sure, she liked Scott, but,” He blew a raspberry and shook his head.

Lydia looked back again at her friends, who were swaying slowly back and forth together to the loud EDM music. Allison’s hands on (y/n’s) shoulders, their heads resting together as they danced to their own music.

“(y/n) was always the endgame”

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xoxo ~ jordie

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fandomswith-aturtle-blog · 7 years ago

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In Case Anyone Was Wondering

My top five definitive ranking of teen wolf characters and why I think they are amazing.

1) ALLISON ARGENT : not only did she have the best character development in comparison to anybody in the show (yes, I am not exaggerating. Yes, I will fight you on that) she was incredibly sweet and brace despite the confusion she was surrounded by. It’s so difficult to even imagine finding out about the things she did, and being surrounded by influences like Gerard and the other hunters- it makes it even more amazing that she conquered the odds and fought alongside her pack. Other than the fact that she was an absolutely kickass character overall, and didn’t need supernatural powers to be amazing- you have to note the sheer amount of trauma she went through. Kate may have been a villain, but to a seventeen-year-old girl who had just found or were wolves were real: she had witnessed the murder of her aunt right in front of her eyes. Such a sweet, courageous little cutie who never expected to be launched into a war she was unaware of. Being stabbed was the worst thing that could happen to a girl who was just tying to be a good friend.

2) STILES STILINSKI: Before I start praising this character for his amazing everything, we must acknowledge the fact that he is not as perfect as the fandom sees him. Stiles is funny, loving, caring, and charismatic- but you have to acknowledge he is stubborn, hard headed, and unfair. He never took the fact that Lydia wasn’t interested factor into his actions and never properly broke up with Malia after everything they had been through. People need to stop acknowledging the good parts of stiles without acknowledging his darker side. But aside from that- we can’t forget the fact that he is an awesome meme of a character, and the reason I was easily able to point his flaws is because I identify with his character as many others in the fandom do. He is a character who obviously struggles with mental health issues and is still out there kicking butt with the rest of the characters, lifting up each episode he is in with his brilliance and wit.

3) SCOOT MCCOOL: Yes! Omigod we are finally talking about the person who put the tween woof in teen wolf. Though he might have noble ideals that might seem annoying to the viewers at times, his cities contribute to his true alpha nature and make him one of the few pure characters on teen wolf. He deserves the world, and I don’t think I need to point it out but he is absolutely adorable and sweet but could also slit your neck if you crossed him. I love that though he gets more powerful through the seasons, and experiences more pain and loss with each season: he still stays true to himself and is extremely loyal to his friends.

4) MALIA HALE: Malia is very underrated in my opinion, and though she may be one of the more flawed characters; given her rudeness, irrationality, bluntness, and hot-headedness. Nobody really talks about how vulnerable she was, and her past really never was acknowledged, how she went from not wanting to live anymore to joining Scott’s pack and forming friendships there. Still don’t think dating Scott is something she would realistically do because of her friendship with Kira but I want her to be happy. She deserved so much more love than the hate and mistreatment she got from other characters and venom that Shelley and Malia received from the fandom. She is also hilarious if you haven’t noticed, and is so much smarter than her math grades (trust me I can relate). Such a forgiving and headstrong woman I am proud to support.

KIRA YUKIMURA: She is special to me as a person of color, being one of the few original Asian characters on tv. She does not deserve any of the hate she gets for dating Scott because of salty Allison and Scallison stand (trust me, if anybody is passionate about Allison’s character it is me). Not only was her character a badass (even though the kitsune ended up being a bit problematic) Kira is a character a lot of us can relate to. She shouldn’t be hated for who she loves!

At the end of the day we have to remember how precious and special all of these characters are. This show is absolutely legendary, and that is an undeniable fact regardless of what your shipping or stanning opinions are. Put aside your petty beliefs and let’s all experience these fantastic teens in their full glory during their final moments at Beacon Hills.

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just-jordie-things · 8 years ago

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Anchor - Lydia Martin

listen to the song here

Took the breath from my open mouth Never known how it broke me down I went in circles somewhere else

You were sitting in the library, eyes trying to memorize every word in the beastiary. Since Allison had stolen it from her grandfather, you’d been going through it page by page, writing down the translations in a separate notebook. All this kanima and werewolf shit just seemed to spiral out of control. Your hands ran through your hair, then typed in your next translation.

“Anchor a domino vel a amicus potius in kanima searches” You turned, seeing Lydia standing behind you, and you smiled instantly. “The kanima searches for a friend rather a master or anchor” Lydia repeated, but in english this time.

“My genius in shining strawberry blonde” Lydia crinkled her nose, before pecking the crown of your head, and sliding into the seat across from you.

“I can’t believe you’re still working on translating that whole thing y/n” Lydia sighed.

“Me neither. I’ve barely made a crack in it. At least it feels like that” You began writing again, copying word for word. “I’ve been doing this for three weeks”

“Baby you need a break” Lydia said, taking the pen out of your hand, and intertwining your fingers. “Let’s go out tonight”

“I’d love to Lyds.. but I can’t. I’ve gotta finish this by Thursday and I have test corrections for Geometry, and I have to write my conclusion for English-”

“Give me your test”

“What?”

“Your Geometry test, I’ll do it”

“Lyds that’s cheating, if you get caught we’re both in trouble”

“We won’t get caught just give me your test” You rolled your eyes, but smiled at her as you opened up your folder. “I’ll have this done in seconds. Want that conclusion too?” You giggled.

“Lydia Martin when did you become such a badass?”

“Since I resurrected a serial killer and was deemed crazy. Sometimes you need to be a little kick ass” She winked and you giggled. “But tomorrow? We could go out and try that new little diner in town?” You smiled at her, and nodded.

“Yeah I’d like that”

You and Lydia had been dating since the beginning of the year. You’ve had a crush on her since you were kids, having pretty much grown up together. But you’d kept your feelings hidden, in fear that she wasn’t into you, and would reject you, and that you’d lose your friendship. When the angel named Allison Argent moved to town, and Lydia seemed to take an interest in her, the tables turned. The more Lydia would hang around Allison, the more jealousy would build up inside you. Until one day it was all too much, and you ended up telling her how much you actually liked her… while waiting for your coffees at Starbucks.

But hey, when she kissed you, everyone clapped and you got free frappuccinos.

“Alright cool, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at six. But I’ll see you before then right?” Lydia asked, standing up and handing you your finished corrections. She really was a genius.

“Course you will” You grinned as she walked over to you, zipping her coat up. She leaned over and kissed you sweetly.

“Call me when you get home” You nodded, stealing one more quick peck.

“Will do” And with that she walked off.

Shook the best when your love was home Storing up on your summer glow you went in search of someone else

“y/n- y/n stop!” Lydia screamed, kicking and squealing.

“Or what?” You taunted, continuing your attack.

“Anything I’ll do anything just- please!” You hovered over her. “Stop tickling me!” You giggled, sitting up, still straddled over her body.

“FIne fine, but you owe me” You said with a cocky smile. Lydia raised a brow, a daring look on her face.

“Anything, your highness” She said, and her hands rose to rub up your arms, lightly pulling you down. You smiled, lowering over her, and setting your forearms on either side of her head. Her eyes stayed connected to yours the closer you got. You moved to the side, placing a chaste kiss near her ear. Then again to the other side.

“Anything?”

“M-Mhm” Lydia nodded shakily. You moved your head back to look at her again.

“Because we live in the world that we do,” Lydia giggled softly, and you smiled warmly. Reaching a hand up to brush the soft strands of hair from her face. “Was that consent?”

“It was indeed” She responded, a pink blush tinting her cheeks.

“Well, then I give you mine as well” You said.

“Alright” She murmured.

“Alright” You whispered back.

You didn’t know she had such a scream to her.

And i hear your ship is comin' in Your tears a sea for me to swim And i hear a storm is comin' in My dear is it all we've ever been?

“Look, all I’m saying, is that you have no reason to be upset with me!”

“Oh I don’t?” You yelled back, crossing your arms. “You let this bozo stab his claws into the back of your neck Lyds!” You screamed, arm waving towards Scott on the couch.

“Hey-”

“Trust me, stay out of it” Stiles mumbled, cutting off Scott’s protest.

“It was to help Stiles! Our friend!” Lydia said, her voice tight, trying not to show her anger.

This pack meeting had really taken a turn for the worse when Peter got all cocky about how his little prodigies have really turned out to be some badass kiddos. You hadn’t known that Lydia had gone to the Hale loft with Scott Stiles and Allison. You hadn’t known Scott did whatever it was that plunged them into Stiles’ mind. Just that it involved him sticking his claws into your girlfriend’s neck, and that if he was even a centimeter off, she would be dead.

“Well great. Good for you. You nearly got yourself killed. I’m sure he wouldn’t have meant it Lydia but Scott’s still new at this. One slip and bam. You’re dead, and my whole world is gone!” You were seeing red. “I love you so fucking much! Do you know how devastated I would be if you died!?” Everyone silenced. No more whispers between Stiles and Scott, and no more yelling between you and Lydia.

“You-you what?”

“Stiles! Allison! Help me with uh… in the kitchen!” In seconds, Scott had steered the others into the kitchen, giving you and Lydia your space.

“Lyds I-I’m… I’m sorry” She took a few hesitant steps towards you. “Look I’m not mad I’m just… I’m just worried about you, you can’t heal like Scott and Isaac… I don’t want you to get hurt and I’m sorry I yelled but I really-”

“I forgive you” Lydia waved her hand dismissively and crossed the remaining space between you two. She tugged the collar of your shirt, smashing her lips against yours. Your arms instinctively wrapped around her pulling her closer. “Did you mean-”

“Of course I meant it” You breathed, and her hands raised to cup your cheeks.

“Then I love you too” Lydia smiled wide. So wide that it was difficult to kiss her.

“Lyds” You mumbled. “Close your mouth” SHe let out an airy laugh.

“I can’t” She said through small giggles.

“Lydia I can’t kiss you when you’re laughing!” You exclaimed, settling for peppering small kisses over her cheeks.

“I’m sorry I can’t help it” Lydia wrapped both arms around your neck, shrugging away from your ticklish pecks. She buried her face in your hair and neck, and you hugged each other tightly. “Next time, we talk before either of us makes any supernatural based decisions” Lydia offered, and you nodded, squeezing her tightly.

“I can handle that” You whispered, and pressed a long kiss to her temple.

“Hey! Whenever you’re done making out we’d like to come back into the living room and you know, not puke our guts out?” You both ignore Stiles’ calls.

Caught the air in your woven mouth Leave it all i'll be heaving how you went In search of someone else

It was early in the morning, early enough that the sunlight that reflected onto Lydia’s face was an orange purple mix. You hadn’t meant to wake up at this hour, but when you caught sight of her, you couldn’t find it in yourself to shut your eyes. Her strawberry blonde hair looked warm, and her skin creamy. You shuffled closer to her, stroking your fingertips ever so lightly across her cheek.

She moaned and stirred, eyes fluttering open to meet yours. Her broken, green brown eyes. Exactly how you’d expect to see them after she lost her best friend.

“I didn’t mean to wake you” You whispered, and she shook her head, inhaling a shaky breath.

“It’s okay, I wasn’t having the most pleasant of dreams” She murmured back. You gave a sad smile, hand combing through her long locks of hair.

“You’re allowed to wake me up, if they get to be too much” You told her, and she nodded. “Lyds…” Her eyes flicked up to yours. “Baby I just want you to know I love you so much” Lydia managed a small smile, kissing you softly and slowly.

“I love you too y/n” She nuzzled her face into your chest, and you readjusted the blankets to drape more over top of her. “You’re my anchor. Even if banshees are damned to walk the earth alone” You smiled warmly, and hugged her tight.

“I’m never gonna let you be alone” You promised, stroking her hair. “Just get some sleep, alright?” She nodded, and when you heard her yawn, you flt some relief.

“Can we talk in the morning?”

“Yeah of course, I’ll even splurge on Starbucks” A soft and short giggle sounded from her throat.

“Sounds like a plan”

You talked for a long time the next day. Sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper article about the ‘mysterious murder’ of the late Allison Argent. Then again in the living room, watching the news reports. Later in the afternoon, you took a walk, meeting Stiles in the park. Scott stayed at home, and Isaac was missing with Chris Argent. The three of you hung around in the grass, drinking more coffees, and talking about your favorite memories of the angelic girl. You didn’t go home until it was dark.

Lydia cried herself to sleep for many nights before you learned how to calm her down.

Taught the hand that taut the bride Both our eyes lock to the tide We went in circles somewhere else

“Baby come here” You called, and Lydia turned on her heel, smiling at you from where she stood by the tide. Her bare feet sunken into the damp sand. You knew her toes were still painted a deep grass green, from your pedicures you’d gotten earlier. She still had on her blue bikini top, with black stripes going across it, a bow tied behind her neck and her upper back. But she’d pulled up a pair of (rather small) denim shirts to cover the bottoms.

You’d spent your whole day at the beach, a small celebration between the two of you for successfully finishing your first year of college. You’d painted your nails, picnicked, talked, read, swam. It was great. Not a lot of people came, and right now it was absolutely deserted. Just you on your blanket, still in your swimsuit and sunglasses perched up on your head, a book resting on your legs. Though now you were just watching your beautiful girlfriend as she waded through the small waves.

Lydia gave you a bright smile, her hair being blown around her face by the wind. You watched her giggle, twenty feet away, as she pushed it back behind her ears. She waved at you, kicking gently around the water. You shyly looked down at your bag, opening the small zipper, and pulling out a small object.

Then you got up and sprinted towards Lydia. She turned just as you grabbed her, then lifted her up and spun her around. The banshee squealed, her wrists crossing behind your neck as you placed her back onto the ground. Then gave her a long and passionate kiss.

“Hm” She hummed happily in surprise. “What was that for?” She asked, her fingers running slightly over the back of your scalp, through your still damp hair from earlier. “Not that I’m complaining. I thought it was sexy” You giggled softly, pressing another chaste kiss to your girlfriend’s lips.

“Am I not aloud to kiss my beautiful and genius and amazing girlfriend?” You said with a cheeky smile, and Lydia cocked an eyebrow.

“I like where this is going. Go on” You licked your lips.

“Alright” You said, glancing behind her at the band being held in your fingers. “I will then” You released her, holding your hands behind your back. “Close your eyes” You whispered, and she gave you a look, but obeyed. Eyes fluttering shut. You sucked in a deep breath, and got down onto one knee.

“Can I open?”

“Lydia Martin, you are the first person I ever fell in love with that wasn’t Troy Bolton” Lydia giggled, opening her eyes. Her smile softened when they landed on you, kneeling in front of her. “And every day since being with you, the feelung never fades, not once, every day is just a new adventure. Whether it be werwolves of college, or having to buy a new brand of Ramen because they were out of our favorite” There were tears welling in her eyes. “And I want to live that way for the rest of my life, with you”

“y/n…” Her voice cracked. You opened up your hand, revealing the small golden engagement ring.

“Lydia, will you do me the honors and marry me-”

“Yes! Yes! A million times yes!” She crashed down into you, pushing you onto the sand and hugging you tightly. Then pulling back to kiss you, a rushed and love filled kiss. One that promised a future. “I love you, I love you so much I would love to be your wife” You sat up, onto your knees, and she did as well, both of you staring at her hand as you slipped the ring onto her finger. “It’s beautiful”

“You’re beautiful” Lydia blushed, and leaned forward, kissing you slowly and softly.

“I’m so excited” She said, smiling into your kiss.

“I’m excited too, I’m excited to start a life with you” You stood up, holding your hands out and pulling her up too. You walked back to the blanket together, sprawling out and star gazing on it. Lydia turned her head, staring at you intently. A soft smile on her lips.

“We could get a little house, after college, move out of that apartment” SHe whispered to you.

“Mm what else?” You hummed, laying your hand between you on the blanket. She instantly linked her pinky around yours.

“I see… I see a garden in the backyard… not too big but… we could grow our own fruits and veggies” You giggled lightly, loving the idea of Lydia in a sundress, watering her flowers in the early afternoon.

“And a pet”

“Mhm, a big fat cat” You laughed more with her, and rolled onto your side, completely facing her now. “And like… a lizard”

“A lizard!?” Your lips curled into a wide smile. Again you pictured Lydia, dressed in a big rubber raincoat because it wasn’t fair you were always the one cleaning out Lizzy’s tank. Screaming when it jumped on her.

“Alright, maybe a goldfish, or a turtle” You nodded, liking that idea. “Our kitchen would be beautiful, leading right into the dining room and the living room. We’d have a big couch, but you and I would always choose the loveseat”

“Mhm cause you always lay your head in my lap” Lydia nodded.

“And… and we’d have a guest room too, so Scott and Stiles and Malia and Kira and all our friends could stay over for a night”

“Yeah that’d be nice” You hummed. “We could continue pack sleepovers” You said. “Scott and Kyw would always take the bed in the guest room, maybe we could even get a bunk bed!” Lydia giggled. “Yeah… and Stiles would sleep on the couch downstairs, and Mal would stay… I don’t know she always ends up sleeping somewhere different”

“I like this plan” Lydia murmured. “For our future” You nodded in agreement.

“I do too Lyds” You said, wrapping an arm over her. “I love you” You whispered.

“I love you too y/n”

And i hear your ship is comin' in Your tears a sea for me to swim And i hear a storm is comin' in My dear is it all we've ever been?

“Wise men say, only fools rush in” You twirled Lydia around in your kitchen. She giggled, kissing your nose, before releasing your hand, and walking back into the living room. Where Stiles and Malia were yelling at the tv, and Kira was explaining to Scott how football worked.

“We’re out here, actually having fun, so whenever you two are done being all lovey dovey…” Stiles trailed off when you hit him upside the back of his head. He whined and rubbed his hand over the pained area.

“It’s been six months, they’re still in that um… Kye what’s it called?” Malia looked over to the petite asian with a mouth full of nachos. You sat down on the loveseat.

“Hon-ee moon stage” Kira muffled through a full mouth. Malia clicked her tongue, and pointed a finger gun at you. You rolled your eyes, but Lydia grinned.

“Credo semper fore ancoram” Lydia said, leaning over the back of your seat, and wrapping her arms in front of your collarbone. I do believe we always will be, my anchor. You may have picked up a little bit of archaic latin from your wife.

“mea quidem” Indeed, my love, you murmured back.

“Hoka no gengo no shiyō o yamete mo īdesu ka?” Kira whined. Everyone looked to her for a translation. “Can we please stop using other languages?” She clarified.

“Uh, si” Malia said, bouncing in her seat out of pride. You had to laugh at her, whilst Lydia plopped onto your lap. An arm hooked behind your neck, head nuzzling against your chest.

“Why do we always watch football? So boring” Lydia groaned. This turned into a debate between the boys and the girls.

Later that night, you were pulling back the blankets to your bed. Stiles had already passed out on the couch, and Scott and Kira were curled up in the guest room bed. Malia was in coyote form, sleeping in a basket full of blankets. A habit she’s come to form since you and Lydia had kept spare blankets in that basket. In all honesty, everyone thought it was adorable.

“Hey uh.. Lyd” You said quietly, while she padded over to her dresser.

“Yes anchor?”

“So you know how Scott and Kira were talking tonight about uh… about wanting twins?” Lydia nodded, slipping off her top and jeans, then pulling a long sleeved cotton nightgown, then walked back over to you.

“Wanna be the cool aunts that let their kids do pretty much everything?” You giggled for a moment and nodded.

“Yeah yeah that sounds… that’s great but I wanted…” She looked up at you, tying her hair into a bun. “I wanted to ask you if uh… if maybe someday…”

“y/n” Lydia got on the bed, shuffling across it on her knees, and standing up (still on her knees) on th mattress. “I’d love to raise a baby with you some day”

And with that she pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.

You were going to have everything that you ever wanted.

Oh, anchor up to me, love

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