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manleycollins · 2 years ago
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Happy New Year's Eve from Boston, Massachusetts
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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 7 months ago
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Do you know any shitty Derek hale x good kid stiles (preferably hs) AUs?
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Anonymous asked:
Hi! Umm, do you have any fics where Stiles is soft and shy while Derek is sort of popular or bad boy esqe? 😬, I'm sorry if I'm not making sense 😔.
It does make sense. I got ya'll.
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Serious by AlexTheShipper
(1/1 I 2,135 I General)
Derek asks Stiles out on valentines day, but Stiles mistakes it for a prank. Leaving Derek confused, and Stiles hurt, can their friends fix it?
Detention by YaoiQueen
(1/1 I 2,520 I General)
Derek is the schools bad boy while Stiles is a goody good. Derek can get any girl he wants with just a look and Stiles has to struggle just to make friends. They're complete opposites. However, what happens when one day they both get detention and the teacher leaves the room?
Six Minutes by CosmoKid
(1/1 I 4,323 I Teen)
“What do you want?” Derek practically grows when Stiles is near enough to hear. He can definitely feel the werewolf vibes coming from the guy as well as the fuck off vibes that roll off him in tsunami-sized waves.
Stiles has one thing he needs to say to Derek, but he also has eight million questions to ask him about the werewolf thing and he can barely sort out his thoughts as it is, let alone when there’s a ridiculously attractive werewolf who’s basically Adonis staring at him. Derek takes another drag of his cigarette and raises his eyebrows at Stiles expectantly. He shivers and blurts out, “Six minutes.”
That makes Derek smirk, but it’s so condescending that even Harris would be impressed. “No offense, Kitten,” Derek starts and Stiles just narrows his eyes at the nickname. Derek keeps his eyes trained on Stiles as if to dare him to challenge the nickname. Stiles bites his tongue and resists it. “But you’re not really my type.”
Don't Judge a Derek By His Cover by captaintinymite (augopher)
(1/1 I 4,510 I Mature)
Stiles doesn't care about the rumors surrounding Beacon Hills High School's resident bad boy, Derek Hale. In fact, he thinks the rumors are total crap. Of course, being secretly in love with someone has a way of clouding one's judgment.
However, he knew for a fact that Derek liked books. So when the two paired up for a final English project, he was excited (but also a little terrified).
But you know what they say...never judge a book by its cover. The same goes for people.
The Athlete & The Criminal by damnfancyscotch
(2/2 I 12,122 I Explicit)
“What’re you doing here, Stilinski? Did you only score half the winning points at the last lacrosse game instead of all of them?”
Stiles snorts and says, “I thought you were locked up, Hale.”
Derek huffs a laugh and drawls, “Not quite yet.”
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A Breakfast Club AU
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ash-mcj · 2 years ago
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What is the rarest rare pair (that you ship)?
Or have seen other people ship?
Definitely Jisaac (Jackson/Isaac)!
It's so unfortunate that more people don't ship them, when they are clearly the perfect match!! Cocky, pretty, athletic, each have 1/4 of a braincell, both living in europe, ahhhh
if you're curious and want to poke your head in the doorway of this rare pair, here are some of my jisaac fics
glitter under club lights (Teen, 1027 words)
the jisaac reunion we all deserved, since they were both in europe
i still got half your closet in the back of my car (Teen, 4283 words)
Jackson and Isaac break up, Jackson realizes he fucked up, and then he owns up to his mistake in hopes of Isaac taking him back—because they love each other
Somewhere in Beacon Hills (Teen, 4040 words)
Isaac, plagued by PTSD-fueled nightmares, lets himself find comfort in an unlikely person. And if Jackson lets himself do the same...well, that's between them.
Giving Him What He Needs (Mature, 928 words)
Jackson is a handful, but Isaac has a firm hand...nsfw
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kadimadayschool · 10 months ago
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Kadima Day School: Fostering Academic Excellence and Personal Growth
Located in the heart of West Hills, Kadima’s Middle School stands out as a beacon of excellence in education. As one of the preeminent educational institutions in the region, Kadima Day School has consistently provided a comprehensive and enriching education for students in grades 6 through 8. With a dedicated faculty, a diverse and vibrant student body, and a culture of academic rigor, Kadima Day School has become a place where young minds flourish and where a strong sense of community is fostered.
A Welcoming and Inclusive Community
At Kadima Day School, students are welcomed into a warm and inclusive community that values diversity and encourages mutual respect. The school embraces students while nurturing an environment where every individual is celebrated for their unique talents and perspectives. 
The Middle School in West Hills serves as a melting pot of cultures and experiences, and students are provided with numerous opportunities to engage with one another through various cultural events, clubs, and community service initiatives. This inclusive environment fosters a deep sense of belonging, helping students develop empathy, compassion, and a genuine appreciation for diversity.
Academic Excellence and Innovation
As a cornerstone of education in the West Hills area, Kadima Day School is committed to academic excellence and innovation. The school offers a rigorous and comprehensive curriculum that challenges students to think critically, solve problems creatively, and engage with the world around them.
Through a blend of traditional and modern teaching methods, students are equipped with the knowledge and skills necessary to excel academically and thrive in an ever-changing world. The faculty at Kadima Day School are dedicated professionals who inspire, guide, and support students on their educational journey, ensuring that each student reaches their full potential.
Holistic Development and Personal Growth
Kadima Day School understands the importance of holistic development and personal growth, and as such, offers a wide array of extracurricular activities aimed at nurturing students' passions and talents.
From athletics and performing arts to STEM clubs and community service projects, students at the Middle School in West Hills are encouraged to explore their interests and develop skills beyond the classroom. The school’s commitment to fostering well-rounded individuals is evident in its robust extracurricular program, which provides ample opportunities for students to discover their strengths and cultivate new talents.
A Strong Partnership with Families
Kadima Day School recognizes the crucial role that families play in a student’s education, and as such, fosters a strong partnership with parents and guardians. The school values open communication and collaboration, ensuring that families are actively engaged in their child’s educational journey.
Through regular communication, parent education events, and parent-teacher conferences, families are empowered to support their children’s educational, social, and emotional development. This collaborative approach creates a supportive and cohesive community, where the school and families work hand in hand to provide students with a well-rounded and enriching educational experience.
Kadima Day School is not just an educational institution; it is a vibrant and thriving community dedicated to nurturing young minds, fostering academic excellence, and cultivating personal growth. With its commitment to inclusivity, academic rigor, holistic development, and strong partnerships with families, the Middle School in West Hills stands as a premier educational institution, preparing students to become compassionate, critical thinkers and leaders of tomorrow.
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ellewritesathing · 3 years ago
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Yet So Far          Part 6
Summary: the slowest slow-burn in the history of childhood bestfriends to lovers. rewrite of my other teen wolf fic so close!
Wordcount: 2.3k+
Masterlist Prev. | Part 6
A/N: sorry for dropping off the face of the earth!! work and uni has been killing me but i thought i’d pop in and update (though i haven’t checked the notes on any of the other parts yet, so tags may not be update) 💕 let me know what you think!! i love hearing from you 
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Good Trouble > McCall Me Maybe Tuesday, March 7 19:37 PST
Good Trouble: is stiles gonna be at the lacrosse game tonight? 
McCall Me Maybe: yeah, we just got here. why?
Good Trouble: we’re talking to him about the lizard thing
McCall Me Maybe: you’re not gonna hurt him, right? 
Good Trouble: probably depends on how much he tells us
McCall Me Maybe: erica, come on. you know you can’t hurt him
Good Trouble: because you’ve got a crush on him?
Read @19:41. No response.
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Scott had played lacrosse ever since he learned how to pronounce the word. It was Rafael’s fault, really, because he thought soccer was too generic for college applications. Melissa had wanted something less violent, but she was outvoted (trying out for the swim team in California? Like that���s never been done before). Besides, Scott liked lacrosse and he’d already dragged Stiles into it. It was too late to change. 
Never mind that Scott was asthmatic and you hated lacrosse. You were dragged to practice after practice, only to watch your brother and his idiot best friend sit on the bench at every game. 
This match was different from the thousand others, though, because Scott was a werewolf. He dove for the ball, sprinted across the field, and performed very light acrobatics. The athletics were all very impressive, or at least it would have been if you didn’t know what betas could do when they weren’t holding back. Scott wasn’t impressive because of his athleticism though, he was impressive because of his restraint. If Eddie ‘Abomination’ Abramowitz was pummelling Erica like that, she would have clawed his eyes out before the second half. 
Yet, Eddie was still standing, still sending Beacon Hills players off the field on gurneys. 
“He belong to you?” One of the players pointed to Number 16 getting rolled off the field. Matt, if you remembered right. He was in your history class, always quiet, always scribbling something in his notebook. He snapped a few photos on his camera absentmindedly. 
“No, no.” Melissa let out a shaky breath and forced herself to sit still for a second. She curled and uncurled her fingers. “Mine’s still on the field. While I’m here, really wishing he’d stuck with tennis.” Her voice pitched at the end as yet another collision happened on the field. 
Matt laughed and began assessing some of the photos he took. He frowned at the screen and scrolled his thumb over one of the controls to zoom in. The intensity that he looked at the screen with was almost uncomfortable. 
You shivered slightly and rubbed your hands on your arms. “So are you the yearbook photographer?” you asked, trying to break the sudden ice. “I’ve always wanted to get into photography but I missed the club deadline.” You leaned over to see if you could get a look at his work. He tilted the screen away.
Matt smiled at the screen, just barely. The light made it hard to see anything from where you sat, but it (whatever it was) clearly wasn’t anything on the lacrosse field. “No, I just take pictures of anything that catches my eye,” he said with an easy shrug. 
He shot you another smile as he shouldered his equipment. The camera shifted slightly and you could have sworn you saw Allison on the screen. You resisted the urge to shudder as he walked back over to the bench. 
Melissa laughed and nudged you lightly. “He seems nice. Maybe you should hang out with him sometime.”
You started answering but fell short when you noticed Boyd running onto the field. It was hard to smile at the sight of him finally having some fun, harder still when you caught the eye of Erica as she simmered in the bleachers a few rows behind you. “Yeah, I’ll keep my eye out for him.” Your answer was a few seconds too late, but Melissa didn’t seem to mind. 
With Boyd joining the team, the Cyclones actually started scoring. This lacrosse game wouldn’t have been so bad... if you knew where Stiles was. Boyd was on the field, Isaac was a fugitive, and Erica was on the stands, which left him with Derek. You tried texting Erica about their plan, but she wasn't answering your texts and she had disappeared by the time you looked over your shoulder. And you hadn’t seen Stiles since Coach benched him at the start of the game. 
You were just about to excuse yourself to the restroom and go looking for Stiles when the crowd erupted in gasps and groans. Scott was lying on the field, clutching a leg that shouldn’t have been able to bend that way. He’d be okay in a few minutes, if he set the bone in time, but no one else was supposed to know that. 
Allison knew, and she was fast, but you were faster. Ignoring each and every protest he had, you helped Scott to his feet. His arm wrapped around your shoulders and you tried to keep his weight off the healing leg.  
“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Scott let out a shaky breath. He was doing his best to stay in control and heal before anyone noticed - it made him endearingly unsteady as he leaned against you. “I’m fine. Really.” 
Melissa shoved her way to the front of the crowd. Your heart broke at the worry etched in her forehead. “Fine? I could have sworn I literally heard bone breaking from where I sat.”
“Heard it? I felt it.” Finstock was almost yelling, but he was always yelling so it wasn't as revolutionary coming from him.
“Actually, that might’ve been me,” you said, handing Scott over to Allison. “When Scott got hit, I jumped and kicked the stand pretty hard. It, uh- it made a pretty big noise.” 
Scott frowned as he watched you talk, and you wished there was some way to keep him from listening to your heart. He only focused on everyone else again when Allison nudged him. “Seriously, guys, I’m fine,” he told everyone. He set his injured leg down slowly and put some of his weight on it. “See? I’m all good.” 
“Well, alright,” Melissa said hesitantly. She looked between you and Scott, giving you her trademarked look of motherly concern. “If you’re sure …” 
Scott smiled at her. It was genuine enough that you almost believed him. “I’m sure,” he said. He looked over at you again like he was going to ask to talk to you, but Allison’s grandfather swooped in before he got the chance. 
You would have been grateful for the intervention, but Gerard was more dangerous than any of the wolves you'd met - and he invited Scott to dinner. Not even a lie about dinner plans could persuade him; he wanted Scott and Gerard got whatever he wanted. Between his stubbornness and Derek’s plans, it was going to be a long night.
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McCall Me Maybe > Stiles the Supreme Tuesday, March 7 23:46 PST
McCall Me Maybe: i didn’t see you after the game. you get home okay?
Stiles the Supreme: yeah sorry about that :/ got way in over my head in some pretty deep water
McCall Me Maybe: ??
McCall Me Maybe: you’re okay though? 
Stiles the Supreme: can i get back to you on that?
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“Hey, testical left and right.” Jackson’s voice cut through the din of econ class. It was bad enough that Isaac was back in school, now Stiles had to deal with another one of Jackson’s delightful little comparisons. “What the hell is a kanima?” 
That made him turn around. Stiles’ dignity would have to keep waiting. As Finstock started calling up volunteers, Stiles twisted around to find out what Jackson knew.
Jackson kept whispering about himself incessantly before Stiles could interrogate him. “Paralyzed from the neck down. Do you have any idea what that feels like?” 
“I’m familiar with the sensation, yes.” The back of Stiles’ neck prickled as he spoke. His fingers started tingling at the memory.
“Wait- why would Derek test you?” Scott asked, oblivious to the frown lines forming on Jackson's otherwise perfect forehead. “Why would he think that it’s you?” 
Jackson took a break from glaring at Stiles to answer Scott. “How should I know?”
“Do they think it’s Lydia?” Stiles asked.
“I don’t know.” Jackson barely kept his irritation in check. “All I heard was her name, chemistry, and something about your sister.” 
“My sister? Are you sure?” Scott asked at the same time that Stiles asked: “His sister? What were they saying about her?”
Because Finstock hated Stiles specifically, he chose that moment to be a concerned teacher. Or maybe he was just irritated from all the whispering. “Jackson! Do you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?”
Stiles barely heard the bullshit excuse Jackson came up with; he was too busy thinking about what Derek wanted with you. Or, more importantly, what Isaac Freaking Lahey wanted to do with you.
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McCall Me Maybe > Hale Yeah Group Chat Thursday, March 9 15::28, PST
McCall Me Maybe: study group has been moved to my house. jackson, lydia, stiles, and allison - idk where scott is 
Good Trouble Reyes: scott’s busy kicking boyd’s ass. we’re on our way though 💕
Just_Boyd: He did not kick my ass
Derek.Hale: Take me off this group chat.
[everyone is typing]
McCall Me Maybe: no
Good Trouble Reyes: no
isaac.lahey: no 
Just_Boyd: I’ll delete your whole number. Don’t tempt me
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As happy as you were to finally be included in one of Scott and Stiles’ schemes, you knew that it was only because they thought Derek was trying to kill you. The fact that they were still lying to you despite the apparent danger you were in lessened some of the guilt you felt about putting Nugget in your mom’s room and leaving your window open for Isaac. 
Still, guilt gnawed at your stomach at the thought of what might happen to Lydia. You knew Isaac wouldn’t hurt her, but no one told you what happened to a kanima when it was caught.
Guilt turned into something more volatile when you caught Allison and Stiles whispering by the front door. Stiles’ arms had been swinging chaotically, almost throwing his backpack off his shoulder, when he caught sight of you on the stairs. He cleared his voice awkwardly as he reigned his limbs in and Allison stared at him with a curious, frustrated look in her eye. 
“So, anyway, that’s why I think we should, uh, we should take global warming a lot more seriously,” Stiles said awkwardly. He thumbed his nose and shrugged his shoulders wide enough that his backpack actually did slide off his shoulder. “Like, a lot more seriously.” He pulled on the backpack strap, needing two attempts to get it securely on his shoulder. 
If you’d learned anything from Derek over the past week, it was how to sucker punch someone with a look. Sometimes, if you give them enough rope, he’d told you, they’ll hang themselves.
“Right,” you said after a significantly extended silence. Shaking your head, you turned to Allison. “So are we studying or are you guys gonna stand in the entryway for a few hours?” 
Allison shrugged, biting her thumbnail as she looked at Stiles. Either Scott answered his phone or Stiles just desperately wanted to get away from you because he scuttled down the hall and started whispering angrily into his phone. 
“Uh, why don’t you check on Lydia and Jackson?” Allison asked. She turned to you hopefully, turning her thumb before pointing after Stiles. “I just have to talk to Stiles about Chemistry.” 
Allison was a good liar, but she still hesitated when it came to you. It was oddly comforting that at least someone didn’t feel right lying to you. “Yeah, sure thing,” you said.
Lydia and Jackson had already slipped away somewhere upstairs to talk about their breakup. There was a hollow feeling in your chest as you went up after them, something about Lydia - bubbly, tiny Lydia - just didn’t connect with the monster that your friends were looking for. Lydia was your friend, for better or worse, and you couldn’t imagine her hurting anyone. Did Lydia even know that she was killing people? 
The sight of your closed bedroom window caught your attention. Isaac was inside the house somewhere, and it wouldn’t be long until this was all over. 
It was over quicker than you expected: you walked straight into Lydia. A very wide-eyed, shaky Lydia. 
You held onto Lydia’s arms to steady her. “Woah, Lyd, are you okay?” Her eyes were as red-rimmed as the leather jacket that clung to her shoulders. 
Lydia shook her head, barely beginning to muster out an answer when Allison popped her head around the corner of the stairs. “I need you guys to hold tight in your room, okay? Don’t come out until I say so.” 
You started arguing, but it was useless. Allison was already halfway down the stairs and Lydia was dragging you into your room. Her movements were too disjointed to be those of Lydia Martin, Beacon Hills socialite. They were the skittish movements of Lydia Martin, the girl who hid in the woods for a three-day weekend. 
“Do you know what’s going on down there?” she whispered frantically. Lydia peered out of your blinds, craning her neck to see down the street. 
“No idea.” It felt wrong to lie to her, especially after all your complaining about being lied to, but it wasn’t technically a lie. You knew who was down there and what they were fighting about, but you had no idea what was happening downstairs. You just hoped they would all be okay. 
You reached for Lydia’s hand and tried to bring her closer to you. “Hey, Lyd, get away from-” 
Lydia shrieked as the kanima looked in your window. Monstrous wasn't the right word for it; the scales formed impenetrable armor over hard muscles, the tail dripped paralytic mire over every surface it touched, and the eyes glowed bright yellow over devilish slits. The kanima wasn’t just deadly - it was venomous.
And it wasn’t Lydia. It was Jackson.
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heliads · 4 years ago
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At the Café
Brett Talbot needs a new day job. Why he had to choose the shop where you work with your friend is a mystery, but it could have to do with the fact that he’s utterly in love with you.
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As you duck through the door to your friend’s café, you’re instantly enveloped by the familiar, comforting smell of homemade food. You sling your backpack in a corner and grab your flour-dusted apron, pulling it on and tying the strings behind you. Just as the clock strikes four, you’re making your way to your cashier station in the front.
You’ve been working at Irene’s café for what feels like forever. The little coffee shop/bakery/whatever you want to call it had been shifted from your friend’s uncles to her aunts, and then finally to her parents. You’re not quite sure how it’s managed to stay alive for so long, maybe some combination of hard work, grit, and dark magic, but here it is, thriving amongst the other shops of Beacon Hills.
You knew it was hard to run the café on top of all the other work and schoolwork your friend had to manage, and so you took some shifts to help out. Most of the time, you were a cashier or a waitress, helping to make drinks or prepare orders with your friend while the other family members and workers made pastries and delectable meals in the back.
Irene smiles when she sees you. “If it isn’t my favorite coworker! Thank goodness you’re here- I hate having to be up front alone.” You laugh at her words. “I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to have favorites, especially when half of your family works here as well.” Irene swats your shoulder playfully. “I’m sure they won’t mind.”
The two of you descend into the usual buzz of the café, fixing drinks and running through orders. About half an hour into your shift, though, your friend turns to you, groaning quietly and turning away from the door so she can hide her distress from the customers. “No- it’s the Devenford boys again.” You glance from her to the shop windows, where you can see a group of boys in athletic uniforms talking amongst themselves and heading in a clear path to the café.
You wrinkle your eyebrows in confusion. “Those boys? They seem fine.” Irene heaves a dramatic sigh. “Trust me, they’re worse than just fine. That’s the Devenford Prep lacrosse team. They come here after practice, and they’re just awful. I can’t deal with them. I simply cannot.” Across the shop, the door opens and the boys file in, grabbing seats at a booth near the windows. Your friend clutches your sleeve desperately. “I can’t handle them, not today. Please, can you go take their order instead of me?” You do your best to hold back a laugh. “Sure. Try not to collapse from the stress.” 
As Irene whispers wretched thank-yous in your ear, you grab a small notebook and a pen and walk briskly over to the lacrosse team’s booth, running through the mandated greetings. “Hi! What can I get you this afternoon?” The boys mutter amongst themselves, and then one of them turns to you. He’s clearly the captain, as all the other boys look to him. “I’ll have a black coffee. No sugar, please- you’re already too sweet for me.”
You raise your eyebrows at that. “Wow. That was terrible.” The boy’s face falls momentarily before returning to the usual cocky smirk, but you ignore him and continue to take orders from the rest of the team. As you head back to Irene, you give her an irritated look. “I can see why you wanted to avoid them. I think the captain tried to flirt with me, but I couldn’t hear him through all the sheer awfulness.” Your friend giggles as the two of you start to prepare the order. “That’s Brett Talbot. I think he flirts with everything that breathes.”
You look at her in confusion. “Wait, that’s Brett Talbot?” Irene nods. “Yeah, do you know him?” You shake your head slowly. “No, but I think he used to bully a friend of mine, Liam. I’ve never seen him in person, though, just heard enough stories to make me want to avoid him forever.”
After the order is ready, you bring over the drinks and food, mentally preparing yourself for the unfortunate task of having to deal with the Devenford boys once more. This time, the captain- Brett- doesn’t try another pickup line, but he does wink at you when you give him his coffee.
One week later, you’re just handing a steaming hot tea to another patron when Brett comes in again with a few of his friends. He tosses out a greeting to you alongside another wink, and you do your best to ignore him. He’s come in a few more times in the past week, each time making sure to flirt with you until you felt ready to hit him with whatever heavy object was nearby.
Irene is kind to you today and she takes their order, although she makes sure to relay back to you that Brett asked why you weren’t there to talk to him. You roll your eyes and are about to deliver a biting retort, but you’re distracted when a good friend of yours walks through the door.
You beam at him as he walks over. “Theo! It’s so good to see you!” The chimera grins back at you. “Hi, Y/N! How’s the café?” You wave a hand dismissively. “It’s just great. You want some coffee?” Theo nods gratefully. “Please.” As you prepare his drink, the two of you dissolve into conversation. Oddly enough, across the room Brett looks angry as he watches the two of you talk. What’s his problem?
It’s yet another sunny day after school with you managing the café. Irene had a club meeting after school, so it’s just you for today. A door swings open next to you, and Irene’s dad steps out. “Hey, Y/N? I just wanted to let you know- we have a new employee, starting today.” You nod. “Cool. Who is he?” Her dad gestures behind him for the newcomer to join you. “Actually, you might know him.” You feel the urge to stifle a groan as you realize who the café’s latest employee is- none other than Brett Talbot.
After Irene’s dad leaves, you fold your arms across your chest and stare at Brett. “What are you doing?” Brett just smirks, walking to stand right beside you at the checkout window. “I am working at my new job.” You give him a suspicious look. “Why here?” Brett pretends to be upset. “What, I can’t work at a shop I like? I needed a new job and this happened to be the best opportunity.” He flashes you a devilish grin, leaving you to groan inwardly and do your best to survive the next few hours working alongside Brett Talbot.
It actually isn’t that bad. He is, admittedly, a hard worker, and he does seem to enjoy working at the café. However, he also does seem to make it a habit to flirt with you all the time, knowing you can’t do anything about it. When the door opens and a new customer steps into the shop, you’re grateful for something else to do other than ignore Brett.
The customer steps up to the counter, walking with a swagger that seems to suggest he thinks the world of himself. He treats you to a smirk, leaning forward to get even closer to you. “Hey, sweetheart. Can I get a drink from the prettiest girl in Beacon Hills?” You raise your eyebrows at the boy in front of you. “Uh, what? I mean, what drink?” The boy grins at you, a cheeky smirk that makes you want to leave the room, or maybe even the planet. “You decide, sweetheart. As long as I can get your number with it.”
You shake your head slowly. “Uh, no thanks. I don’t give out my number to customers.” The boy puts on a fake pout. “Not even for me? Come on, sweetheart, I know you want to.” You take a slight step back and away from him. “I don’t-” Brett interrupts you all of the sudden, moving to stand next to you and glaring at the customer. “She’s not interested. Get your drink and go.”
The boy rolls his eyes. “She doesn’t want you interfering. We’re just having a friendly conversation.” Brett fixes the boy with a threatening stare, moving an arm in between you and the boy almost like a shield. “She’s not interested. Here’s your coffee, now leave.” The anger and tension between the boys is so intense that it seems like it fills the room. The customer maintains eye contact with Brett for a moment longer, then shrugs his shoulders as if the whole thing was just a joke. “Whatever, man. I don’t want her anyway- probably just a rebound for whoever’s closest to her.”
As the boy walks away, you almost have to hold Brett back from lunging towards him. In a panic, you realize that Brett’s eyes are starting to glow the gold of a werewolf. Frantically, you pull him out of the public eye and into the nearest room you can find- a supply closet just a few feet away. In the darkened room, you grab Brett’s hands, trying to calm him down. 
“Brett, listen to me! You need to stop being mad. He’s gone, it’s okay.” Brett’s voice is harsh and almost sounds like a growl. “He can’t do that. He can’t say that to you.” You move your hand to his cheek, forcing him to look at you. “It’s fine. You helped me get out of that conversation, and it’s all gone. Just breathe.” You and Brett stay like that, fingers intertwined and your hand softly brushing the hair out of his eyes, until the gold finally ebbs away from his eyes and the crisis is averted. 
Brett breathes heavily. “Thanks, Y/N.” You nod. “Of course.” All of a sudden, you realize just what this looks like- how close the two of you are in this dark room, with you pressed up against him. Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you fumble for the doorknob. “Uh, I should probably get back. Don’t want to leave the shop unattended.”
The end of your shift comes quickly, thank goodness. You can still feel Brett’s touch against you, and you hurry out of the café and into the bright sun gratefully. Why are you feeling like this?
Unfortunately, it appears you won’t be able to be alone with your thoughts. You’ve barely gone a few feet down the sidewalk when you hear a shout from behind. It’s Brett, heading purposefully out of the shop after you. Briefly, you consider pretending you hadn’t heard him and continuing on down the road, but he’s already caught up with you.
“Can I walk you home?” Brett looks at you, hand raking through his already disheveled brown hair. You shrug. “You don’t have to- I only live a block or two away.” Brett keeps walking beside you. “I’d still like to.”
He’s true to his word- despite your house being already in view, Brett still takes the time to walk you to your front door. You reach out for the doorknob, but his hand moves faster, taking yours and forcing you to face him once more. “I wanted to thank you again for today. I haven’t lost control like that in a while.”
You smile lightly. “Hey, no problem. It isn’t the first time I’ve had to talk someone out of wolfing out.” Brett fixes you with a steady look. “Is it alright if it isn’t the last?” He leans closer to you, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. “I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot. I know I’ve kind of been an asshole in the past, but I do care about you.”
You look up at him, nerves clearly written across his face. “I care about you too, Brett. I didn’t want to admit it before, but I do.” Brett beams at that. “Perfect.” With that, he lightly kisses you and then turns around, heading back down the street towards home. You watch him go, hand unconsciously traveling to your lips. Perfect indeed.
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hotsexydorks · 4 years ago
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In the theme of Christmas how about Derek cheating getting fucked by a mall santa
Just in time for Christmas.. right? 
Santa’s Little Secret : Derek/Chris
“Come on Der, it’s tradition. Snow. Hot Chocolate. Matching pyjamas. Red noses from the cold. Old man in red suit, and taking pictures with said man.” Stiles listed as he was push the wolf past the automatic doors of the mall. “Besides it’s not like it’s believing in this whole thing it’s ore just for fun!” The human was smiling as he tried to manoeuvre through the crowd with his boyfriend. 
Christmas. The time of cheery smiles and energetic people, everything able to turn on a dime. It was practically made for Stiles. The already bouncing male was all too happy when Christmas came around, today was no exception. 
Derek had given his boyfriend one day where they would do all the younger wanted. The usually scowling grumpy and heavy browed wolf standing out more than usual between the crowds of bustling people. 
“You promised me, besides this is like the last thing on the list. A picture of you with the big man in red.” Stiles chuckled as he looked around the mall trying to find the grotto they had set up in the mall. 
“Fine, one picture. Then we go back to the den, Peter and the rest are coming in today and I want to make sure we get there before them.” Derek reminded him as the pair passed all sorts of people scrambling for deals and sales, buying in secret so they could hide the surprises for their loved ones. 
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When they eventually reached the line in the mall Stiles as ecstatic all because they had; one, finally found it, and two, there wasn’t much of a line. It being the season Stiles had planned for there to be a line out the wing but instead there were only a few families there for photos. 
“See just a few pictures are we’re out of here.” Stiles said reassuring him as they waited in line with the other people. As they tailed the end of the line one of the ‘elves’ came up and closed off the velvet rope behind them signalling the actual end of the line. “And look we got here just in time before ‘Santa’ takes his break.” 
“Stiles?” The elf looked up with a smile and a chuckle while he recognised his best friend.
“Scotty?” Stiles said with a wide smile noticing who was talking to him. “I thought you said you were going to be helping Argent out for something this week?” 
“I am.” Scott said laughing as he pointed to the santa that sat in the seat at the other end. 
“That’s Chris!?”  He said in a shouted whisper. 
Derek’s eyebrow cocked when he looked down at the santa sitting in the chair. He squinted while he tried to picture the hunter underneath the whole ensemble, thinking that the hunter was probably as amused by this whole thing as the wolf was. 
“Yup, apparently he owed someone a favour so you’re looking at the Beacon Hills new Santa.”
“And… about the stuff… is it.. Natural?” Stiles asked as he peered over the crowd trying to get a good look at the man. 
“Stuff?” 
“Yeah, you know…” Gesturing in circles on his stomach Stiles motioned wondering how the athletic hunter fit the Santa mould. 
“Oh! Oh!!!” Scott laughed as he shook his head walking with them down the line as they got closer. “Nah, they had some suits with some extra padding. Looks real enough for the kids though.” The brown haired wolf chuckled while he pointed to some of the pictures that hung on the wall showing off the sizes and poses people could get. 
That alone was enough to cause Stiles to break out in a loud laugh while he pictured the hunter eating and eating just so that he could put on a red suit so people could have their pictures taken with him, a fierce dichotomy between his once hidden life. 
“Is Isaac helping out as well then?” Stiles asked looking around trying to find the beta wolf who never seemed to be far behind Scott. 
“Yeah he’s operating the camera inside the house, they had to get him extra long sleeves cause the costumes were too short.” Scott giggled while they got closer. 
“No way!!” Stiles said amazed as his eyes went wide before pointing to the side. “They’ve got those limited edition funkos….” The human looked up at his boyfriend the plan already forming in his eyes trying to line everything up. 
“Stiles..” Derek said warningly not wanting to do this on his own let alone do it at all. 
“I know. I know. But this is the last thing I promise! You won’t even have to get me anything as a gift! You just stay here.. And I’m going to go find the guys I want and you can come find me after it!” Already disregarding the plans and everything he had said about how ‘super fun’ the pictures would be. 
“It’ll be so quick you won’t even notice it, besides it’s just Chris. You know him!” Stiles ducked under the boundary rope and popped back up taking all his things with him. Leaning over the rope he pressed a quick kiss into Derek’s cheek before driving off like a whirlwind. “Love you!” He called while he darted through the crowd his smile practically beaming off the back of his head. 
“............” The silence between both Scott and Derek was palpable. Neither wolf able to stop Stiles on his rampage of nerdom. 
Letting out a sigh Derek broke the silence looking around for where he could break the line and just leave, his mind in two about what he should do. Keep the promise or just go after his boyfriend instead who had probably in all likelihood forgotten about the pictures. But before he could lift the rope Derek’s own hand stopped him. A promise was a promise after all. 
“I know how you feel.” Scott said with a knowing nod as he put his hand on the other’s back with a small smile, knowing exactly what it was like to be in the other’s shoes. 
“Let’s just get this over with.” Derek added as it finally came up to his turn, stepping up the fake house and set towering over the things that were meant for children. 
“Derek!” Chris said smiling from behind the beard he was wearing over his own. 
“Argent.” The wolf nodded as he stood awkwardly on the fake floor and looking around. 
“Let me guess. Stiles?” 
“Stiles.” Derek answered simply nodding toward the other who had run off to a shop and was rummaging through shelves looking for all the items he could find.
“Well let’s get this done with.” The man said spreading his legs and tapping his lap making a space for the wolf. “Faster we take these pictures the faster you can forget about it .” The hunter told him with a hint of a joke in his tone. 
Nodding in agreement Derek moved and went to sit in the man’s lap sitting in the least compromising position he could. Turning to face the camera manned once again by Scott in the elf suit seeing his disappointed face.
“Come on Derek, sit properly.” The wolf told him as he stood up from behind the lens to try and point were he should go. 
“Here let me help you.” The older man said from underneath the wolf. Putting his hands on Derek’s body he pulled at him and shuffled the wolf further onto his lap but when it came time to move his hands away they stayed. 
The stories of Derek’s cheating had become legendary, so much so that they didn’t even need to mention the wolf’s name. It had become common knowledge and almost akin to one of Beacon Hills’ famous folklore. That was if folklore was about sex and there being a muscle bottom that was desparate for cum and cock. So desparate that he seemed to never tire, never seemed to get enough and never turning away a man that knew of his hunger.
It had become so well known, so widely spread, that the tale of this muscle bottom was often talked about in bars, clubs, no where more than in some gay clubs where there were rumoured sightings. People said that there would never be another one like him in their lifetime again.
The catch? To have a chance at this stud of a cock hound slobbering over you was twofold. 
Both were sworn to secrecy. The first was that they were never tell anyone who his was, his name, his face, anything. They could tell people about what he did, in fact by how often people raved about their experiences it almost seemed like a third condition. But they could never say his name to anyone, tell anyone who is, point him out or even hint at how he was.
With Derek’s hearing it was easy to spot the liars and the people who had tempted fate with a few choice words. 
The second was that they could never mention his boyfriend, his relationship. Derek’s own relationship had to stay a secret. He never said who his boyfriend was, just that he had one that that he couldn’t find out. That was his biggest secret. That beyond being a hungry slut for cock, he was also a cheater. He wasn’t just a slut. He was also willing to push everything aside for the promise of it, no matter who was offering him the cock. 
With those two things it was pretty easy to keep track of his rules, but he wasn’t alone. After all there were very few that fucked Derek and stayed away. So to help him Derek decided that he needed to bring some people in to help him. People close to him. 
Thus the wolf gained some ears and eyes beyond his own. From the county department, to the schools, the clubs, the bar.  Derek had informants everywhere that fed him back information that he, of course, repaid with sex, and who better to be one of Derek’s favourites than his boyfriend’s best friend Scott. 
Once that had been established Derek’s reputation grew and grew until it became something of an urban story. With not having all the weight on his own shoulders Derek could focus more and more on his own pleasure and getting more of it where ever he could. 
Holding Derek’s hip in one hand and the other hidden behind his back, Chris was grinning to himself while he nodded at Scott the wolf smiling back giving him the signal. A signal that told the hunter the coast was clear for his hand to slip down the wolf’s jeans kneading at the soft cheeks. 
“That’s it, Derek. Just sit back. Don’t be shy now. If children can pose with a stranger surely you can pose with an old friend, right?” The hunter smiled as he leaned in closer to Derek. Pushing the red fabric against Derek’s back while his hand dug deeper until it found the outline of the string of Derek’s underwear. 
Of course the wolf still had regular underwear and clothes that took up his wardrobe and closets but that wasn’t the proper clothes for a slut like him. Something that his ‘friends’ like to remind him of all the time. Over his time meeting with different men and having sex with all of them he had been both gifted and given outfits to wear. By now the wolf had a whole secret wardrobe, there wasn’t anything he didn’t wear for the promise of cock. 
Everyday since then Derek had never worn regular underwear, instead of boxers or regular boxer briefs the wolf wore all manner of items. Jockstraps, thongs, lacy see through briefs, easy access briefs, cumstained and crusted , written on or scented, anything was game enough if you could pleasure Derek enough and today was a thong day. 
Feeling the fingers follow down the string to their treasure Derek had a blush growing on his face. He may have been a slut but that didn’t mean he wasn’t fazed by things. Just like how everyman’s cock was a different shape and had a different taste, everyman had different kinks and turnons. They might have all craved one thing but they all wanted it in different platters. 
The flash of a camera had the green eyed wolf jolting back quickly in shock. Sitting deeper and pushing onto the fingers enough to let the hunter feel the tight heat and hungry hole on his finger tips. 
“I’ve been hearing stories that there’s a loose slut on the prowl in these parts. A handsome man that was built like an adonis, his ass fat like some pumped slut. The image of a top, but really was the total opposite.” Chris started to whisper in Derek’s ears as he toyed with his hole. Feeding his fingers in and out, stretching them from side to side, getting two of his fingers all the way to the second knuckle. Testing just how their town slut was and he wasn’t disappointed. 
“So I started to think, who out there is is a walking talking statue the male form. Someone who would want to keep their identity a secret. Then it hit me.” The man grinned as he shoved his fingers in deeper getting them all the way to the base knuckle. “But then I was offended, Derek. You’ve gone around an practically offered your cunt to every man, but didn’t even think about me? Your old friend?” Chris asked the wolf with his fingers growing stronger with every pulse he pushed into Derek’s ass.  
“Chr--..” Derek softly moaned as his exterior was starting to break from the attention he was getting. But it wasn’t just the attention, it was the whole thing. Being in public, being able to be seen, having his ass played with just out of view, his boyfriend just out of view. He loved it.
“Shh.” Chris shoved his fingers in deeper, slamming his hand and fingering the slut wolf with ease. Working around the other’s barely admissible excuse of underwear the tiny strapped thong. “It’s time for you to pay up Derek, I think it’s my turn now.” The man said this time his mouth closer to Derek’s ear , far more friendly than any picture with a Santa should be. 
That showed on the wolf’s face as well. With his blush on his cheeks the wolf’s eyes were getting glossy under touch of the man’s fingers opening him up. Feeling the digits at his hole but they weren’t alone. Soon the feeling of Chris’ growing cock was getting hard against the side of Derek’s ass. He knew what that meant, and it being a hunter, making it all the more forbidden made Derek’s heart race even more.
“Yes Mr.Argent.” Derek nodded while he put his back against the man’s chest and pushed his ass onto the fingers more. Riding his hips up and down as softly and slowly as he could while still getting pleasure from it. Wanting more and showing the man how hungry he was for him. 
“Good, now step into Santa’s house. Santa has a nice big present for you to play with.” Pulling his fingers away from the other’s ass Chris stood up and started to walk into the grotto house without a word leaving Derek alone in the middle of the set with his jeans pushed down and his ass exposed, spilling out from where they were still tight on his body. 
Not wanting to waste time Derek turned around and darted inside the house without so much as a look back for Stiles. 
In the wooden house the male was met to a sight. Dressed like the inside of a cottage there were dim lights, a tree, a red rug, and at the center of the room was a large chair the exact replica of the one outside with the same ‘Santa’ sitting in it. 
The only difference was that instead of sitting like a respectable Santa would Chris was now in his chair like a throne. His jacket was open, all the additional stuffing pulled away to reveal the hunter’s muscular but thin frame. His pants were open and pulled down with his hard cock sticking up from between his zipper. Leaking down from his tip to his shaft threatening to dirty the costume pants that he was wearing. 
“You know what to do Derek.” Chris said smirking at the wolf his voice filled with lust and his body oozing arousal just as much as his cock was. 
The sight had Derek licking his lips the moment he was able to take it all in. Dropping to his knees in front of the man Derek took the other’s cock in hand without a word, or even acknowledging it. He smiled as he dragged his tongue from the other’s balls all the way to the tip, collecting all the leaked precum on the way. 
Taking Chris’ cock in his mouth Derek had his eyes up the entire time. Looking up at the older man’s eyes while his own were filled with hunger that he ignited.  
“Your skills are legendary. I’ve heard many a tale about the quality of your holes, and it looks like they weren’t lying.” Taking Derek’s head in his hands Chris pushed the wolf down on his cock shoving his cock deeper and deep making the him take it as deep as he could. Watching him the entire time fascinated at another way that a wolf’s ability could be used. 
Derek stayed on his knees taking the man’s cock and moaning around his length, it was thick and veiny. All those times meeting Derek had wondered what the hunter’s cock looked like, and it didn’t disappoint. With the cock out of his mouth the wolf started to kiss and run his lips against the underside of the man’s length. The tip of the cock rubbing down his face and spreading the joint wetness across his skin, smothering the man’s sex against his skin.. His eyes staring up and having the dirty conversation with Chris all without words. 
That was until flash of light blinded the wolf momentarily taking out his vision. Blinking a few times for measure Derek looked up to see himself flanked by two wolfs in similar states as their ‘boss’. Standing beside them both of their cocks were out being taken care of with their owns hands while they watched, with one of the elves holding the camera that caused the flash taking the perfect picture of Derek’s show. 
“He is here to take pictures after all. Why not take some special ones just for us.” Isaac said smiling pushing the camera away from his face and waving his cock around. The wolf’s senses tingling from the smell of three cocks being offered to him at once. Three tasty cocks and a chance for his own private photoshoot with them.
“Looks like our slut likes it.” Scott said as he wiped the leaking precum against Derek’s hair not wanting any of it to go to waste on the floor. 
Smiling widely Derek reached up taking both the other cocks in his hands stroking them with glee. “Fuck yeah he does.” Derek said enthusiastically opening his mouth just in time for Chris to fill it back up again with cock. 
“Then let’s get this party started.” The older man said taking a rougher approach to Derek’s throat. Knowing now that the wolf could take it he started to pummel into the the wolf’s throat with no holding back. Chocking him. Slapping his face with his balls. Tickling his skin with his pubes. All of it so that he could fuck the wolf’s throat like it was supposed to be used. 
“Looks like he really wants to put on a show.” Scott said smirking. He wasn’t a stranger to Derek’s slutty side, after all being one of the Derek’s close eyes he knew very well what the wolf could do. 
With another flash of the camera Derek looked up to see that they were being true to their word and taking some pictures. Excited and turned on by the prospect of his own collection Derek grinned taking turns on each of their cocks first moving on to Isaac’s cock and giving the beta the best blow job he had ever experienced. 
Unlike the Alpha wolf Isaac hadn’t had the chance of experiencing Derek before. He had heard all about the exploits and even knew that it was him but he never acted on it till know. Until he heard Chris and Scott talking about him and how Chris would do nasty dirty things to the whore. 
Which is how they ended up here. Scott might have broken the rules but he was sure this was a special occasion that Derek would thank him for. It was definitely something that Chris was going to thank him for if the look of pleasure on his face was anything to go by. 
“Enough playing. Time for the main act.” Derek said pulling off of the male’s messy cock, his pants soaked and his face splattered with spit. Moving to get up Derek pulled his henley over his head grabbing it by the tight fabric and dropping it while he moved on to his pants next. Still lowered around his ass the wolf just pushed them down tearing them off his body while he exposed the small black thong he had on. 
Showing off his underwear Derek pushed his pecs together and showed off his body knowing how much that people liked getting off on seeing the ‘total top’ slutting himself as an actual greedy bottom. 
The wolf moved until he was pulling the thong aside and showing off his tight hole for the hunter. “I think Santa and his Elves deserves a treat for all his hard work.” Derek said as he walked closer and closer until he straddled Chris’ lap again but this time reverse cowgirl. Facing away from Chris the wolf was looking straight at the camera set up to capture all of the inside photos. 
Stepping back and looking at the two other men Derek lined himself up to the other’s cock until he felt the man pushing up to meet his hole. 
“My sentiments exactly.” Chris said his hands reaching around to fondle Derek’s chest, squeezing the wolf’s pecs while his cock was teased and tended to slowly. 
Not wanting to be left out Scott and Isaac dropped their pants leaving their lower halves bare. Stepping into frame and giving Derek some cocks to play with while he sank back on the hunter’s own length. 
Moaning loudly at the feeling of being filled yet again Derek bounced on the cock without waiting. The stretch burned but it felt good. Starting with a controlled bounce Derek moved just enough so that he could take both cocks in his hand again and stroke them without stuttering.
The thong that Derek wore was a small flimsy thong, the front pouch was barely secure enough to hold his cock. The only secure part of the thong was the string that slotted between his cheeks. Riding perky and tightly against his hole with each step. Basically naked the wolf’s hard cock was bouncing in the air while he rode the hunter’s cock. 
Chris met some of Derek’s movements with thrusts of his own giving the wolf something more to moan about while he took both of the other cocks in his hands and mouth. With his hands up against Derek’s chest Chris pulled the wolf back. Sitting him deeper on his cock and fucking him harder with the new position. 
Now that Chris had taken off his beard his mouth was free to kiss and lick at Derek’s neck. Teasing him and fucking the wolf deep. 
“Oh.. fuck me.. Fuck me. Yess!!” Derek sat back in a blissful smile, his legs spreading as he showed off where the thick cock was pounding him open. Where the man’s heavy filled balls were slapping against him with each thrust. 
“You know I never truely thought Derek would be the one, but now that I’m seeing him like this? How could he be anything different. “ Chris chuckled with a grunt while he pulled the beared male’s face aside and started to make out with him. 
“Speaking of. Where is Stiles anyway?” Isaac chimed as he threw his head back with Derek’s hand squeezing every last bit of precum that was practically bordering on cum by now. 
But the wolf couldn’t answer even when Chris gave him the opportunity. Pulling away the man pounded at Derek’s ass with more force. Taking his hands to Derek’s hips for a stronger hold the leader of his clan hit Derek’s hard switch. 
His cock moved with a steady beat each one punctuated by by the wolf’s own slutty moans of pleasure, drooling and smiles. 
“Bitch is too in heat to even answer back.” Scott chuckled as he brought his cock closer to Derek’s mouth , barely offering it to him before the wolf opened his mouth and swallowed it down. 
“I think I saw him run off in the direction of that merch shop, probably arms deep in some deals for some pieces of plastic.” Chris chuckled loudly while his thrusts began to stutter and grow more ragged. 
“Such a bad boyfriend for leaving this piece of ass all hungry and alone. Let’s make sure Derek remembers our time together.” Scott said as he picked up the remote trigger for the cameras. 
All three of the men grinned widely taking their position and making sure that Derek and all of them were positioned perfectly and that he was looking the right way. 
“Look into the camera Derek, time for some more pictures.” Chris said moaning against Derek’s neck and breathing heavily knowing that his orgasm was close. 
“Smile!” Isaac said watching how they were all getting close and an posing almost perfectly. 
On cue Scott started to snap shots of the four of them, all posing with Derek being fucked in the middle. 
Timing them perfectly Scott made sure that they had one of Derek sucking each of the other wolfs’ cocks, each of them getting a turn. The next picture was with Derek throwing his head forward from Chris hitting his prostate repeatedly. The image showed Derek’s pleasure so perfectly that the sounds could almost be heard from it. 
“Fuck.. I think it’s time for the last picture.” Chris pipped up his body sweating along with Dereks from their bodies fucking the entire time. He looked up at the boys and nodded at them while he urging them to finish with him. 
“Got the perfect one.” Scott said as he pulled his cock from Derek’s hand and started to jerk off with his own touch. “You aim for his chest, I’ll get his face.” He told the beta wolf both of them taking a step closer so that their loads would land square where they were meant to. 
“Ready?” Chris asked once before the man started to give all that he could to the wolf’s hungry hole, his balls pulling up and holding back as much as he could. Finally with a loud grunt the hunter pulled Derek in by his body and filling him up as much as he could. 
The same moment the other two also shot their loads over Derek making a mess of the wolf’s face and body while Scott took the series of pictures. Derek’s smile growing wider and his own thong dirtying from his own cum being fucked out of him. 
“We should do this again some time Derek.”Chris said rubbing the wolf’s ass with his hands while the pictures printed beside them. 
Picking up the pictures Isaac and Scott grinned seeing how good they turned out. How all their faces were blurred out or obscured except for Derek. Derek’s face was front and center the face of pleasure on his face was unrestricted and fully showing. 
A cock in his mouth, cum on his body, cum on his face. There was even a lucky shot with Derek’s hips raised showing the thick ‘Santa’ cock that was fucking him. 
“Yeah, maybe I should take more pictures next time. These are hot.” The fucked wolf said grinning. Raising his hands to his chest Derek started to rub the cum into his skin, collecting it on his hands and cleaning them with his mouth. Cleaning up all the cum that he could taste , rubbing it down his down his face , through his beard and into his mouth. 
“Oh yeah they are.” Isaac said laughing as he picked up one final picture showing Derek’s first photo, on his knees worshiping a cock that was as long as his head. Thick as his wrist and wetting his entire face. His face looking like he was drunk and high. The distinctive red pants and holiday decor all adding some context. 
“Damn I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my dick down at that pack dinner later.. How the fuck do you do it?” Isaac asked Scott earning him a chuckle. 
“Easy, just fuck him good and hard before it.” He smirked as he waved his softening cock. “But I think tonight we might just have a bit more fun with him. After all I think the one left tonight that hasn’t fucked him will be Peter, but I’m sure we could change that.” Scott said offering the last bits of his sticky cum on the tip of his cock. 
“Fuck yeah.” Isaac agreed happily looking down at the older hunter that was leaning back in his chair lazily rocking Derek on his cock. “I think we might have a plus one as well.” He said nodding at the man’s direction. 
“That’s fine with me.” Derek perked up with the idea of Chris joining them for dinner, another tasty cock for him to play with. 
“Great, I’ll bring him over later on when I’ll coming over.” Scott said bringing the other the two pictures they had taken outside, everything looking normal with only a small blush on Derek’s face just like any other Santa photo. 
Smiling widely at the pictures Derek licked the last bits of cum from his lips tugging at his bottom lip with a grin while he looked up at the men. “Sounds like a plan.” Derek said his ass already trying to milk another load from Chris’ cock at just the thought. 
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littlelostbluejay · 5 years ago
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Dinner In Th Wolf’s Den 3/3
*This is already posted on my wattpad account*
Part: 1 2 3
Oneshot summary: Lucas is on his way home from the club with food on his mind, but it may be something out of the ordinary for Cristi to consider appetizing.
Rating: 18+
**Caution - This chapter has blood and gore themes**
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In the still of the night brought the familiar company of darkness, surrounds the bedroom with its murky atmosphere where two souls laid in bed beneath white sheets. But soft touches of illumination slipped inside the quiet domain, their whispers disturbing shadows that creeps in stealth and lurks in the empty corners of the bedchamber as light makes its gentle presence known where it snuck through the window, and squeezes between the tiny shafts of the mini blinds style curtains that was pried open, allows easy access for nightlight to generously grace the room with partial brightness.
Similar to woodland creatures of the night, two glowing eyes peers through the dimly lit area, the reflective tissue that inhibits unearthly orbs casting a vibrant, golden hue that enables him the ability to gaze through the dark space with excellent vision. An elbow props against the mattress so he may sit up in bed on his side, the owner of these peculiar eyes fixating all their focus on the woman who lays in peaceful repose beside him, hair tied up in a satin scarf, her body nestled comfortably under the linen with her back turned in his direction while she slumbers in a fetal position. But his perspective behind her while he somewhat hovers his head over hers gives him the advantage to stare at her profile without distraction, a small chance for the wolf to bask in the beauty of his mate’s graceful features he believes to weld similarities to the moon up above, her lids lulled closed as dreams seize hold of her extraordinary mind, which in time, he aspires to decode.
Lucas woke up thirty minutes ago and done nothing but lie in bed ruffled under the linen, but in the meantime as only silence occupied the space of where they rest, he kept his sole attention on Cristi, her form centered in the apple of his eye while he watched her sleep. This specific manner where he would simply stare was a habit, nevertheless odd and eccentric to observe him in the act, he developed during the time his feelings began manifesting while in the courting stage of their relationship, but within the days he spent his time in her association, this habit of his ‘worsen’ when these sentiments evolved from puppy love into Eros, a Greek word that embodies passionate love among couples seen today. Despite this, Lucas knew if she was to find out he occasionally observes her while she slept, the news would make her uncomfortable and embarrassed - even in the daytime where they’re awake, he pursues this habit often and she always inquires, with a shy disposition incorporated by a sheepish grin, why he stares at her for no apparent reason. But this knowledge was the least of his worries because this behavior was a common attribute distinctive in his lycan culture between wolf mates; a sign of pure love for the other on a mutual foundation, for a mate to stare in appreciation of the very existence of their beloved they’re rewarded to spend the rest of their life with, and it was no different for Lucas whom shares the ancient, genetic code of a lycanthrope dire wolf.
Even if his human (mutant) mate has yet to comprehend his instinctual ways in full, he could not tear his gaze away as he inspects her face, and a smile grew faint upon his full lips while sensitive ears listen to the wind of her steady breathing. Cristi was that beautiful – everything about her… he adores, even more so than his love for the moon.
His head dips closer to her face, mouth opens ajar before his tongue lays against the hill of her cheek for a slow, tender lick across the smooth surface of her skin, and plants his lips in the same area for a small kiss. The affectionate gesture he bestows without her awareness causes her to move slightly, emits a low hum as she stirs in her sleep before limbs cease their movement as she grows still once again. And in secret does Lucas grant her a closed smile that pulls at both corners, bright eyes momentarily darting to a blue collar loosely wrapped around her neck she wore to sleep that night. They both possessed their own exclusive collars they wore like wedding rings; the concept obviously originated from Lucas’s traditions as a way to signify their marriage in his own special fashion…but the suggestive object can, additionally, be utilized for kinky alternatives all the same, as they did earlier before they drifted off to sleep.
A hand rises to wipe down the length of his smooth face while lips break apart to expel a tired sigh, and quietly taking off the white sheet that conceals his body from the open air, his bare feet meets the cool wooden floor as he sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress compressing beneath his weight while Lucas gathers his thoughts for what he plans to do. The same hand goes to remove his black durag that protected his short-styled hair, the lightweight nightcap caught in his grasp before the silky material is aimlessly cast aside onto his nightstand. He reaches for his Samsung Galaxy, activates the device with the push of a thumb, and is propelled to blink, eyelids flickering swiftly from the stark glare of the electronic screen while his eyes adjust to the impetuous, however, anticipated luminosity of his cell phone - across his screensaver in bold letters, the clock reads 4:23 AM. Yeah, there was enough time for him to follow through on his objective he set in advance hours ago without Cristi’s notice. The mere thought of her prompts Lucas to sneak a curious glimpse over his shoulder at his wife and discovers she’s still sound asleep, notes the subtle, fluctuating movement of her body rise and fall as she breathes on a steady pattern while he studies the red lines his claws scratched into the skin of her back throughout their lovemaking. Satisfied with her tranquil state of activity, his nudity is made known when he stands from the bed, and noise remains absent from him while he picks up grey sweat pants off the floor before slipping them on, and the dark melanin skin of his upper body maintains its full exposure for anyone to admire his muscular, athletic build.
Darkness prevails throughout the apartment as Lucas walks silent on his feet that makes a beeline for the bathroom to take a quick piss in the toilet. Once he relieves himself, he exits and heads toward the kitchen, but not before inspecting the quarters of the living room where a hushed calm lay itself like a blanket over the stuffy air their pets inhales as they slept. The sun exists within reflective eyes as they glow in the dark, vision crystal clear absorbs every detail with wicked precision as his gaze roams over the structure of the household furniture, and roll his cares upon the sleeping figures of Bunbun and Butterscotch whom rests in their separate spaces, but he assumes Sapphire was fast asleep because her cage was concealed by a thin sheet. The fact that not a soul was conscious in this unit left Lucas pleased in the way tension recedes from his muscles, shoulders slumping for relaxation, for it denotes less distractions from outside influences while he attends to more ‘beastly’ matters that presently sways his mind in a magnetic pull he can’t escape, calls to him like a beacon perched on a hill he must traverse if he ambitions for a breath of sweet salvation the wolf within desires.
These ideas swirls inside his head as he then enters through the threshold of the kitchen, not bothering to switch on the light but decides to abide under the rulership of darkness who welcomes his nonhuman essence like an old friend, a fellow comrade, as if it knew Lucas was forever affiliated with the cryptic realm where uncanny creatures emerge at the birth of twilight with the moon as their merciful lofty sovereign. The circle, silver trinket attached to his necklace swings against his chest with each leisure step, and briefly notes of the feeble scent of dinner from earlier had lingered itself into the air as he closes in on his target, in which was the solitary purpose of his reawakening – the refrigerator. His left-hand sets against the aluminum surface at the top of the fridge while his other grips the handle, pulls the door open that grants him access to the preserved contents that resides inside the cold storage. Despite knowing what he’s come for, Lucas dillydallies for a moment as he scans the edibles on the top shelves, and stooping low to meet the level of the lowest shelf, he extends a hand within the cold cave to shuffle food out the way before he felt a plastic texture against his fingertips, and hastily drags the crinkled object from the back of the fridge.
Lucas cancels out the light of the refrigerator when he seals the door shut, the plastic bag gripped in one hand while he ventures towards the kitchen sink where he positions the bag onto the countertop, giving his hands freedom so he may busy them with transferring the empty dishwash-pan onto the same marble surface. And the bag crumples at his touch as he digs inside and feels the soft fur of a creature under his palm, and pulls it out, which reveals the corpse of an unlucky possum he killed on his way home before the clock’s arm struck midnight. The sight of the dead body in his hands induces his pupils to twitch, two black holes where a gold ring surrounds them growing bigger on their own accord as they dilate in twisted captivation with the carcass he now hovers over the sink by the scruff of its neck. Not a breath of air passes through the critters lungs as its jaw hung ajar, its black beady eyes opened no longer moist but glazed over with a cloud of grey, and its scrawny limbs dangles in the air, unmoving and deprived of life.
Despite the decomposition stage had already begun hours ago, the body in whole wasn’t in the putrid state of rotting, yet. But even if it was, Lucas was quite capable of consuming rotten flesh without fear of his immune system being defiled by food poisoning that normal humans usually concern their health over, but he preferred to avoid that route nowadays, unless the decision was essential to an important cause – such as starvation.
In anticipation for its fleshly taste, Lucas could only moisten his bottom lip when his tongue ran across the smooth, plump surface with wet saliva that rapidly accumulates in his mouth, and allows his canines to produce a pointy edge as they elongate into sharp fangs. He then adjusts the native marsupial onto its side where both hands now hold it in place above the middle of the sink, and a surge of tingles prickle about his fingernails as they grow a few inches in length and width, their usual pink, human tint tarnished by a pitch-black color as though his nails had been dipped in liquid tar. And other than the return of thick, dark spiral curls that blossoms at a rapid rate atop his head and bottom portion of his face where a beard develops fresh new growth, just along his spine begins the evolution of a tail at the end of the bone vertebrate - the furry appendage sprouts, stretching out beyond the trunk of his body to form a fluffy black tail, the waistband of his sweats hanging low pass his hips to allow the new limb room to grow without constriction of the cotton garment as the tip reaches the back of his calves.
All these physical alterations signal the presence of his inner wolf who has awoken from slumber, a spirit entity like being who wishes to surface and take part in this special occasion of feasting.
Saliva fills the bowl of his mouth the more he stares down at the dead critter with predatory appetite, and he swallows the liquid before licking his lips once again. Without warning, his head falls swiftly while jaws open wide before fangs sink into the soft flesh, features twisting to bare a fearsome snarl in savage hunger as the walls of his throat trembles in the wake of a primitive growl, burying his teeth deeper into the creature as its satin pelt sticks onto his tongue. And his tail moves from side to side behind him as he hums at that rich, metallic taste of blood that leaks over the surface of his taste buds. Lucas releases his jaws from it only to repeat the same motion, his canines piercing through the skin and pulls it between his teeth, peels the furry outer layer of skin and fur from the savory muscle hidden underneath. Pitter-patter of blood drips to splash into the sink below, the marble blemished of its clean earthy tones, now soiled and fouled by crimson red rain that once coursed through the possum’s tiny veins, but now runs its merry way down the drain.
Lucas feeds on everything that enters his jowls as he rips the meat from off the skeleton, feels the raw, mushy flesh get caught in-between his teeth as he chews bite after bite, vocalizing his pleasure at the bloody flavor with audible smacks of his lips and low moans, disturbs the peace of silence in the kitchen as he devours the corpse without a second thought, which includes the organs and the skeletal structure. Blood squirts out its furry white head where an eye bulges out the socket, and the eyeball pops out of its home as his fangs puncture through the small skull that creates a symphony of crackling sounds, and cares were thrown out the window about how he probably appears as a noncivilized man in this moment while he dines alone with no disruptions.
The light switches on.
Lucas immediately gains the ability of an unmovable statue when he freezes on spot – now a deer caught in the headlights as the source of light from the lamp connected to the ceiling chases the darkness away in the room.
“Honey?” Cristi calls out to him softly, leaning her shoulder against the wooden entranceway, curiosity and confusion riddled upon her features in the way a single eyebrow was arched a tad higher than the other, within her mind contemplates her own conclusions as to why she found Lucas in the dark huddled over the kitchen sink before she turned on the light. Gentle brown hues make contact with his bared muscular back as he stood with his back to her, and to her mute surprise as she scrutinizes his image as whole, she notices his wolf tail was out and about, a trail of black fur leading from the base to up his spinal column. The rarity of this particular joint that interlinks him to the supernatural world of monstrous beasts never fails to draw her attention to it, and she couldn’t help but wonder why he wore the extra fluffy vertebrate now; he rarely flaunts his tail off in front of her or any other canine alteration of his body, but here way past midnight she walked in on him where he models in a fraction of his wolf pelt with her as his audience - something about the notion didn’t sit right with her.
Cristi doesn’t garner a response from Lucas, instead, his jaw unlatches its stiff hold on the half-eaten corpse, watches the body drop into the bowl of the sink with a wet thud in its own supply of blood, not certain on how to enunciate a solid answer as he positions both hands on the counters edge, and doesn’t dare to turn around to look at her. Her voice was as soft as it ever was, but it couldn’t compete with the sound of his heart that threatens to break through the cage of his ribs where it pounds with much ferocity against his chest, for the fierce beating was all his ears could hear as her tone was drowned out amidst the sea of worrisome thoughts that clashes in his mind.
“Lucas?”
But at the sound of his name that fell from her lips does Lucas finally mutter a response. “Yea?” But the pitch of his voice utters low on the spectrum, just barely able to reach her ears.
A tiny crinkle emerges on her forehead as her lower brow rises to align with the other in concern, and she takes a step forward as worry rushes through her stature, propels her stomach to execute a performance of flips and twists in agitation by this odd behavior he presents in her attendance. Temptation dangles curiosity like bait on a hook she couldn’t ignore, and by use of mental capabilities where empathy plays a role in her perceptual discernment of another’s emotions, Cristi finds herself inclined to experience a small dose of his sentiment without his knowledge. “What, um..” She begins, nevertheless, pauses when she felt his emotional energy roll off his back, crashing over her aura like a wave, and on her radar detects fear as the most dominate emotion that binds his mind down in chains of dreadful apprehension. This piece of information quietly baffles her, but Cristi continues on as though she hadn’t poked her conscious into his mental state, instead, would rather want him to confess in his own words what troubles him so. “What are you up to?”
Lucas swipes his tongue over his full lips for a quick lick, tastes the slimy remainder of the possum in its delicious blood that had coated his lips, and proceeds to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand as if to rid the evidence of a crime he committed, but the red fluid only spreads even more across his face. “I was…uh…jus eatin’ somethin’…” Confidence was absent in his breath, and for once, he sounded small, unsure, as if her personal traits had transmitted onto him like a disease. Lucas lacked the power of accurate prediction of future events, but he knew this scenario he’s now suffering through would eventually arrive, just the time of when it was to occur was unknown to him, and he didn’t plan a solid explanation in advance for this case – he was never one to make many plans unless it was essential, his attitude was wired to think and act in the moment, which he now struggles to execute in this awkward position.
Her teeth peeks through her slightly parted lips, the crease between her brows growing more pronounced as her feet nears him; something about his demeanor greatly troubled her, and in her soul, fear takes root from the seed of suspense Lucas involuntarily planted into her heart, the same seed that already sprouted through his veins and choked out the blood which carries oxygen he needed for self-composure under stress. Cristi wasn’t accustomed to him acting this way, not her alpha who was the embodiment of self-confidence, strength, and optimism. No, not her husband. “Lucas, what’s wrong?” Heartfelt worry imbeds itself in her question when she stands next to him, feels the warmth of his skin as she rests a slow hand upon the center of his back, then blinks in dismay at the small flinch he gave beneath her palm that was only meant to share comfort, and notices he kept his face away from her sight as he shifts his head to the other side. “Is there so-” She tries again before words halt in their tracks when she caught something out of place in her peripheral vision.
In visible shock, Cristi gasps as her eyes flew wide open where they lock on a dead animal in the sink, white fur caked in blood while its body was mutilated beyond measure with its internal organs spilling out onto the wet surface, contaminating the air in a foul stench she now breathes into her lungs. “OH MY GOD!” She shrieks, her hand quickly separating from his back to pull her own hands near her chest in utter alarm, and Lucas could swear he felt his heart shatter into pieces as he sighs in shame. “Luke wha-what is that?!” She asks, her voice cracking as she tries to wrap her mind around this sudden predicament she walked into out of the blue. Its brain lay in plain sight through a hole where the skull was split open with its jaw broken out of alignment. As creative as she was an artist, Cristi could barely recognize the creature, her mind was incapable of piecing back the body parts that were misplaced or broken within her imaginative wanderings; she didn’t know what it was or what it used to be, but she depicts it to be an empty shell where a soul used to reside in. The mere sight of the creature was awfully gruesome in appearance to look at, and her lids force themselves shut as if to erase the image out of her head, her fingers hooking onto the collar she wore about her neck for the sake of holding onto something as she backed away from the sink, at the same time, creates distance between herself and Lucas.
But without looking he senses her withdrawal from him, and on impulse he finally swivels his body around to cast his regard onto her, placing his palms on the counter edge behind him where his fingers drape over the curve, trapping her eyes in his dark soul snatchers when she met his gaze. Of course, she looked beautiful in only a big old t-shirt that used to be his. “A Possum, it was a po-possum…” His words hurried between full lips that carries a jittery stutter, and his tongue protrudes out to lick over the plump mounds again, as if he couldn’t get enough of the metallic taste he been craving since early in the night. But the way his wife doesn’t utter a word, communicates the rest of her reaction by brown orbs that stares wide in definite stupefaction towards his person, made the whole prospect of a raw piece of meat that once seemed appealing, was a risk not worth taking anymore. “…Or wha’s left of a possum, anyway…” His add on breathes in a somber mumble as his eyes falls to the floor.
It seemed as if a reckless hand smeared scarlet paint in a sloppy fashion across the lower portion of his face, unclean splotches of blood painted over his dark skin from the bridge of his nose to the facial hairs of his jawline. “Was you -” she found it difficult to form the sentence that alluded the obvious of what he was doing with the corpse “- eating it like that?”
Lucas hides his eyes from her as he grants a stiff nod of his head, unable to meet her lovely browns while he sticks his gaze upon the ground with his chin tucked against his collar-bone, and senses something doleful swamp him where gloom enshrouds a cloud around his spirit, correlates to the embarrassment that drapes like a veil over his face, becomes flustered as a blaze of heat scorches his cheeks. “I,  um, I-I couldn’t help myself; I was hungry for…it…I-I picked it up on the way home earlier. I um-” A jumble of words usher forth out his mouth as he attempts to justify the reason for his actions. Cristi caught him in the middle of the foulest form of eating as far as human consumption was concerned; no doubt she must believe the concept of her husband consuming dead remains of an unclean animal to be disgusting, and Lucas anticipates he’ll be judged by his bestial conduct. Regardless of the reality that he was technically a beast, shares traits of a wild animal whose bad reputation persist to influence how humans treat wolves till this day, Lucas tries to avoid allowing her to see him as nothing of the sort, but as a sophisticated gentleman with class and finesse.
She only wrinkles her nose at the unpleasant smell of the corpse that diffuses into the atmosphere where tension suffocates the space they stood in, and she wasn’t sure what to make of everything that transpired as she offers an inquisitive ear to listen to his account. This event delivered a heavy message that reminded her how dangerous Lucas really is; he held the power and capability to do what he wanted if his character veered to wicked tendencies. He could literally murder her in her sleep if he desired, pierce the jugular vein in her neck till blood gushed out before she slipped off into eternal rest. At the thought, a shaky shiver spills cold ice down the length of her spine, and tries to shake the grim image of herself out of her head. Lucas did kill a soul for her once upon a time and began eating their body, after all, but he told her once he wasn’t a man-eater, she believed him, but what-ifs still skipped around in her mind from time to time.
But as she perceives the way he purposely avoids the scrutiny of her eyes, recognizes the familiar touches of insecurity she often succumbs to he now displays in her view, tail tucked between his legs, she knew deep down he’d never intend harm upon her. However, she required clarity from his own mouth.
Her silence was uncomfortable, and it invokes his thick brows to jump as he peeks an eye at her, the suspension weighing heavy on his shoulders as anxiety overwhelms him, compels him to break the silence as he lifts his head. “Look Cristi,” he clears his throat, and feels a ache along the walls when he swallows a dose of thick dry air, “I, uh , I have certain needs tha’ its hard to control sometimes. I’m a dire wolf…y’see…and I-I like to eat raw meat an taste the blood from it.” He confesses. “Now, I know it sounds revoltin’ but-but baybeh I only eat animals – I mean, I would never do anythin’ ta hurt Sapphire or Bunbun or you or-” He proceeds to ramble on with excuses and vindicate his reasons nonstop.
This behavior was unlike him, and to witness it unfold arouses anguish to settle in her heart from the emotional energy he gives off. “Shhh baby shhhh…” Her shushes blew gently against his frantic mouth that clamps close at the mere sound of her utterance, indeed, calms Lucas enough to shut up almost instantly; he honestly had no idea what to expect of her, and feared what she’d present as a response to this habit he hid in secret until now. “Lucas, what do you think I feel about you now? Exactly?” The inquiry was simple, expresses a genuine yearning to explore his thoughts and state of mind, a chance to verify what he conceives to be authentic of how she considers him.
Lucas blinks once, twice, and as if ashamed, returns his gaze to the ground with a sideway turn of his head, contemplating over her question. Thick lips issue a low sigh before truthful words fall through. “Disgusting…and undesirable…heh,” he admits as a small smile surfaces, one forlorn and bittersweet as he shook his head with a close of his eyes, “I wouldn’t blame ya one bit.” His declaration reveals insecurities of what she thinks of his true nature, fear of being judged for his wolfish instincts. Lucas endeavored to maintain a certain image of himself he wanted Cristi to see, but it seemed as if the persona he built from scratch, all the work and effort he applied overtime to blend in with humankind had cracked through the glass, and she finally peers through the fractured mirror to find a wolf who coexists on the other side of his subconscious.
This may be the first time Cristi realizes how sensitive Lucas was about his identity when it came to her opinion about him, how she feels about him as a whole, and she felt hurt to think he held the conviction that she thinks him as repugnant, unwanted in her view. “Lucas, why do you say that?”
His oynx eyes snaps back to hers, etched across his features exhibits confusion by brows that knit together where a hard line stands out between them, imprints touches of distress as he gripped the edge of the counter. “Chris, tell me right now if this bothers you or not!” The sudden tone of his voice causes her to jump in surprise, visibly startled as fear shot through her by its intensity as it rose an octave, and watches how his sharp fangs glistens in the light between every word. “Do me eatin’ or-or acting like a wild animal in this human skin repel you from me?!” He motions a hand to land against his chest for emphasis, tail flicking behind him that hints emotional strife within himself. But after he notices the drastic change in her expression had morphed to fright when he shouted, guilt swarms him all over; Lucas never raised his voice at her, he hadn’t intended to sound loud and harsh, but it presented that way out of his own internal conflict. “Hey, baybeh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” He stops and looks away before closing his eyes, thinking he’ll make the situation worst. “Do you still want me?” He blurts out.
Cristi was in disbelief of that last sentence. And although Lucas scared her for a moment, Cristi acknowledges he was undergoing a battle in his mind she couldn’t observe, his demeanor was off kilter, unrecognizable, and she knew she had to take control, for the first time be the one who pulls him out of this melancholic funk he’s trapped in, much like the many times he’s rescued her out of her own misery. “Baby…” She hurries over to him on quick feet, stands infront of him and lifts a hand close to his face, but he notices and veers his head aside before she could touch him. And peers down his nose at her with a dead intimidating stare, though in his eyes was where a great degree of sadness made a dwelling place. Her lips press together before she pleads. “Lucas, please…” She squeaks softly, and once more tries to lay her hand upon him, but to her relief, he allows her palm to cup his cheek, despite the wet blood on his face. His breathing steadies itself as the physical contact between them relaxes him, and as if comforted by her touch, his eyes fall shut as he leans his face into the warmth of her small hand, brushes her thumb across his cheekbone while he emits a low ‘puppy’ whine. 
For a moment, the atmosphere shifted to a comfortable silence as she watches him, marveled as he rubs his cheek up and down into her palm, stiff hairs that lined his strong jawline grazing against her skin gently. Lucas might have been a wolfman, but she loved him the way he was. “Do you remember what you said about me last night?”
A single eye opens slowly, gazes half lid to peek down at his little Cristi. “Wha’ I said?”
“Mhmm.” She then rubs his cheek, her other hand taking his larger one in her own for her fingers to wrap around his, and his own digits mimics the action. “You said I was crazy for getting with a wild man like you, remember?”
He felt his heart leap into his throat while he stared at her as he sorts through the bed of memories of yesterday. Lucas could barely recall the comment he spoke during his banter, but it sounded familiar. “A little…but-”
“No no listen to me, Luke …okay sweetie?” The way she cuts him off was mild and subdue like a lamb’s placid bleat, how could he not listen and permit her authority over this dilemma he’s stuck in. “I know you was joking when told me it, but you said I was crazy, but it also made you feel special that I chose you, a wolf man, over a human, remember?” She watches him blink as the memory comes back to him. “And you know what? It’s true, maybe I am crazy for choosing a different species other than my own, different race, different ethnicity and so on and so forth. B-but the thing is when you truly love someone, you love them for who they are inside and out, not the idea or potential of what they could be, okay?” She gave his hand a small, comforting squeeze. “I know you have a particular image that you built up for yourself that you show off to the world every day, but that image is real and part of who you are as an individual, just like you as wolf is who you are too.”
Her visage reflects in the depths of his black iris’s, his features bordering on the look of pensive as her words sink in while he listens. He sighs as his free hand lifts to wrap around her wrist, the same limb where she holds his face in her palm. “Y-yer not ashamed of being with me?” He speaks lowly in that deep, husky tone, gets her weak in the knees every time.
Her head shakes in response. “No, Luke, I’m not ashamed of you. You need to understand that I signed up for this relationship knowing full well that part of the package came with carnivorous instincts and wolfish mannerisms from you. I expected that, it doesn’t make me think any less of you or turn me off, even if some stuff you do is kinda odd and funny.” The twitch at her lips couldn’t be suppressed as she broke into a small grin, it was contagious that even Lucas replicates her facial gesture. “But…this is your home…I don’t want you to feel like you can’t be yourself around me in your own house, and if you say it’s because you don’t want to make me uncomfortable, how else am I going to get used to certain things you do if you’re afraid of exposing me to them?”
“Like eatin’ carcasses raw?” He elaborates on the main topic she left out of her speech, and doesn’t sugarcoat the question that blatantly leaves his mouth in regards to it. “That…doesn’t make you nauseous?”
Her eyes ran away to the side to think, top teeth nipping at her bottom lip as she chews over his query, and resolves that this situation was too delicate, fragile because it involves his sense of identity, should falsehood enter the equation it’ll only leave a bitter outcome on their relationship. Lucas deserves her sincerity. “It did surprise me, yeah, and I felt a little…queasy when I found out you was eating it like that.” Although she tries to lessen the blow, Lucas’s heart sunk at her own confession, and again shifts his head to escape her gaze, but she catches on and pushes his face back in place to lock his eyes with hers. “But things like that, I kinda expected that of you too, and I would never ask you to change your ways for me…if I did that would only mean I didn’t really love you or accepted you for who you are. And it’s not like you’re doing anything wrong.” She adds. “I mean…Luke, you’re not human, you’re a dire wolf, it’s okay to act like one around me, you already act human enough everyday and I prefer you to be yourself…but it’s like you don’t want me to know the real you….”
His eyes widen at this piece of information she shares out of generosity, to think all this time she actually wanted to know ‘him’, while he’s been afraid of revealing all of himself. “But I-I do baybeh! I jus feel like….you won’t like wha’ ya see…li-like-”
“You can’t assume what I may or not like, and if I don’t, I’ll just need to get used to it and accept it, okay?” She draws her hand away from his cheek to motion behind him towards the corpse that lays in the sink. “You can eat animals, dead or alive…I don’t care, baby. You can do whatever you want here…you can grow a tail, grow paws, grow wolf ears, just grow big all over if this apartment will let you fit in it. I don’t mind seeing what you keep under your human skin, just please don’t hide yourself from me….” Granted, his wolf mask usually emerged partially through incomplete physical changes of his body during intense moments of sexual intercourse - also anger - because he lacked self-control over himself, but outside of those fleshy scenarios, he concealed these external beastly features from her view in everyday life. Cristi has only ever managed to witness his entire metamorphosis process three times since she’s known him, but even though he stands before her with partial features with that of a wolf, she appreciated this rare moment he gave her to be able to examine his canine characteristics in the light.
Lucas’s ears soak up her words like a sponge, hears nothing but utter truth as he discerns the conviction laced between each word she speaks, deems her disclosure respecting his wolf nature to blossom from favorable, genuine personal beliefs, and feels a sense of remorse take residence in his heart that he lacked faith in her love to accept him for what he was deep down, that being a wolf, born and bred in the wild. He brings a finger to gently touch her face, listens to the sharp intake of air she breathes when he presses the back of a dark claw beside the corner of her eye, and tenderly strokes down over the small hill of her cheek, stopping once he reaches the underside of her jaw. Words unsaid, nor needed where love was expressed in a simple, affectionate gesture. “…I know tha’ sometimes you fear me, Cristi.” He switches the subject with a perceptive speculation that been hovering in his head for awhile, and gauges her expression that spoke her surprise before she looks away. “I’ve seen it in yer eyes and I felt it… is this true?”
Although Cristi doesn’t want to admit this particular truth, thick lips press together forms a fine line as she nods in agreement, and her voice drops the volume to resemble a low squeak, as if she wanted her answer to be indiscernible to his highly sensitive ears. “Yes…sometimes.”
Her timid response prompts the hard wrinkle between his eyebrows to abate its strain, alleviates the tension around his deep-set eyes as they soften with an expression that connotes compassion for her plight he involuntarily creates. “Love, I don’ mean to…but as a beast…I’ll admit that I like ta see fear in someone that I can cause.” He watches her blink up at him, puzzled at this insight he imparted onto her, and he figures she didn’t expect him to say this. “I like when I sense the fear of prey when I’m chasing it down at the end of its life…and I get tha’ same pleasurable feelin’ when I see it in anyone else, including you, but I don’t want you to be afraid of me enough that you don’t love me and fear what I could do to you. But believe me when I say I’m quite capable of doing many dangerous things, but you need to know that I’ll never put you in danger.” His large hand nearly engulfs the side of her face when he cups her cheek, wishing to pull her closer but knew if he embraced her he’d get blood on her shirt. “It’s true that unfortunate things always happen to people who play with wolves or wild beasts, but I’ll never do anythin’ ta hurt you…I am collared to you, Cristi, ya got a leash latched onto my heart that keeps me bound to you baybeh….wha’ sense does it make for me ta hurt the only one I love who I want to spend the rest of my life with? The only one who I want to carry my pups in their womb? Even if I probably weren’t the last of my species, no one would be a better suitor than you to help me carry on my legacy, no, our legacy.”
As Cristi digests his words one by one, she had yet to realize her mouth hung open as she stares up at him, taken aback by the new insight he shares with her, that even he states and acknowledges the hazardous gamble she was playing by staying with a man like him. But to be rest assured that he never intends to bring affliction onto her life eased her mind, lays those murderous daydreams of him to rest. “I know you won’t hurt me…Lucas…”
“Yea, and don’t ever think I would, ya hear me?” Lucas sighs as his eyes fall shut with a shake of his head. “I know that part of this fear you have of me is because of what happened last year, but the only reason I killed that woman was because she was out for yer blood. I only followed the laws of nature by takin’ her life when she was trying ta take yours; like a mother wolf would protect her cubs from a predator out ta eat them, I did what I had to do. A scenario like that is the only exception where I’ll intentionally spill someone’s blood, especially for yer sake. This is the wolf way that I swear by this oath…I will protect you with my life as a mate should do.”
Cristi nods, however, the mention of that wicked broad brought tragic memories to surface she sought to neglect, and couldn’t help but feel a little scared by what he expressed; they rarely discussed that unfortunate incident that took place months ago where it ended in bloodshed as the final result. She wasn’t too fond of anyone getting killed, but she felt a sense of security he gave, safety in his care and love despite the fear he inspires in her gut every once in a while, knowing he’ll protect her from harm. “I understand.”
“Good.” His tongue licks at his bottom lip while the pupils of his eyes zoom in on the voluptuous shape of her mouth, his black tail swinging back and forth as he feels an irresistible urge to see how her lips feels against his own. “I love you soo much, Cristi…”
The weight of those three words brings forth wings of the trapped bird she once embodied to flutter about in her stomach, and her hands rose for fingers to touch and splay against the hard, symmetrical muscle of chest, feels her fiddle with his necklace and few strands of hair in the middle of his pectorals as her gaze flit to where her hands distinguishes the slow beat of his heart underneath her palm. “And I love you… but please,” she voices the mutual sentiment before her earthy browns flicker skyward to peer at him, “remember what I said.”
“Believe me, I will…” He put on a dashing smirk. This conversation was honest and brought out past insecurities Lucas never brought to the light, but to addressed them with his mate, at first with reluctance, felt as if a burden had been lifted off his spirit, and for once, he concluded he could truly be himself in her presence, and he felt his heart expand with fresh newfound love that grew for her, especially in the way his tail presently wags with glee without his notice. Lucas wakes up every single day where he dresses up like a man, a wolf who pretends to be a man in the face of humans, but with Cristi, he didn’t have to play make-believe under her observant eye. How could he be soo lucky? Lucas possessed the qualities of a leader, a true alpha wolf whom practically demands authority and respect in any space he steps into, but he wasn’t that much different from his humble little doe; he was sensitive, an old soul who needed her utmost care and looks of admiration, her approval, and required just as much reassurance of her love as she does for him.
Before he could think over his actions, the space between them closes as he leans his head down to kiss her on impulse, but he’s not given the chance to taste her flavor he knows soo well when she blocks his face with her hand, his puckered lips kissing the soft skin of her palm instead. “Whoa whoa, Luke, wait a minute.” She said as she backs a foot or so away.
His dark brows furrows in concern. “What’s wrong?” He asks innocently with the appearance of his famous puppy dog eyes, confused as to why she flat-out rejected his loveful advance. Cristi looks at him with an amused grin, reckon that the blood smeared across his face that belongs to the dead possum had totally slipped his mind, and how he must have overlooked that the freshness of his breath had lost its attractive appeal once he began consuming the squishy red meat between his teeth ten minutes before.
“Sweetheart, you was just eating that thing.” Cristi laughs as she points a finger behind him, and Lucas follows its aim where he’s directed towards the dead body that still occupies the bottom of the sink. Dry air passes through his nostrils by means of an audible snort, finds humor at her unspoken implication about his hygiene as his deep chortles joins in her giggle fest, in a human sense, he apprehends that his smell was less than savory at the moment. Her smile was small, but in some way lifts high to reach the peak of her eyes, similar to how the sun slowly climbs up to the top of a hill at the break of dawn, and with a graceful gait she approaches him on quiet feet as her smile maintains its placid luster. “Finish it, clean up and brush your teeth, then we’ll see if you earn a kiss from these lips.” Within her voice lurks provocative undertones as she makes direct eye contact with him, her hand descending below his adonis belt, and his eyelids level into a squint as he feels her fingers teasingly trace the distinct outline of his thick dick print that hangs snug against the thin cotton material of his pants leg. “Sounds good, papa wolf?” Her head tilts to the side, tip of her finger grazes his bulbous head, and observes the way his bottom lip pull between his teeth, seductively bends the ample flesh under pressure for a gentle bite. When in the mood, Cristi could be as much of a tease as he.
His tongue pokes out to lick the corner of his lip before he responds. “I think papa wolf would like that mama, maybe more than tha’ if she tryin’ ta start somethin’, y’know?” His face slips on a slick smirk, and takes a step forward while she moves backward, drawing her hand back to its place at her side. “But ya bettah skedaddle on outta here before I pounce on ya!” His arms rose as he playfully lunges at her to scare her off, causing a squeal out of her before she rushes out the kitchen. Lucas laughs as he hears the quick pad of her feet scampering against the floor grow distant into another room, which gives him private time to finish off the remains of his meal.
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A warm sigh breezes between the small gap of parted lips, that unmistakable burden of fatigue heavy as its pressure sits on her chest before spreading its load throughout her body, and her limbs loses their functions of movement as sleep slowly creeps upon her consciousness. She lays on her side underneath the warmth of the blanket, all cozied up in bed with her cheek pressed into the satin fabric of a plushy pillow, the surface of her face clear of any blood stains, newly cleansed and purified of defilement after Cristi washed off the sticky crimson bodily fluid that Lucas clung to her skin during their private conversation awhile ago. Their little heart-to-heart exchange tackled a few personal issues she wasn’t formerly aware of, but it was much needed to be alert of Lucas’s insecurities – to know he also suffered at the hands of his own inner demons he keeps out of reach for her to see.
Her eyes break open a tad when the mattress shifts on the opposite side of the bed, lets her know Lucas had carried through with his business where she abandoned him in the kitchen to indulge in his bestial appetites. He climbs onto the bedframe to join her, and once he settles, she feels the heavy weight of his arm loop around her small waist, the muscle of his bicep forming a solid bump as he pulls her against his body from behind. The physical contiguity of his touch sparks a surge of energy to flow into her, and before he’s given the chance to officially spoon her smaller frame, Cristi switches her position in his hold as she turns around to face him, meets the mystifying yellow gleam ensnared in the circle of his iris’s, and he stares back at her from beneath hooded eyes that holds a subtle cloud of weariness. And she notices the growth of his facial hair was still dispersed across his features while his durag conceals the rest atop his head. He looked clean, groomed, and finally tuckered out of all his energy. “How was your meal?” The darkness becomes broken by the light of her small whisper.
“Mmmm, it was good an tasty. You should try it out.” His breath held a mixture of heat and coolness while he speaks, smells brisk with a minty fresh fragrance as his inner essence spans across her face, but his suggestion immediately earns him an odd look from her, and Lucas realizes his mistake before he backtracks his comment with a chuckle thrown in the mix. “I mean you should try it cooked. I’ve prepared Possum over a fire before so ya can trust me, y’know my cookin’ skills are lit, baybeh. I could open a restaurant if that’s what I was all about.”
Cristi suppresses the itch to roll her eyes, honestly amused at his proposition. It’s not that she didn’t have faith in his culinary skills because they were actually quite top notch, but the idea of eating a possum or any critter that spends its life foraging through spoiled garbage, period, wasn’t an acquired taste she’d choose in her book as a fine cuisine. No offense to her husband, of course. “Riiight, we’ll see.” She says before she gently pushes him onto his back so she may get on top of him, straddling his hips between her thick thighs.
“Yeah, tha’s right, bae.” The pearly whites of his teeth complement the grin his lips curl up in display as he gazes up into her brown orbs, then his eyes flickers down to stare at the blue leather band that loosely fits around her neck. And a hand reaches for it to pinch the name tag that came with the collar, feels the polished copper metal against the pad of his thumb as he brushes over the name of his wife that was engraved into chill alloy, then his index finger hooks around the collar and pulls on it, thus, her hands perches on his chest as he draws her face down to where his head lays on a pillow while he continues on with his banter. “I’ll call it some shit like: Wolf & Doe. We’ll be cooking in the kitchen together, argue about how long the baked chicken is supposed to stay in the oven before you get fed up with my bullshit then throw some flower in my face. We eventually start a massive food fight, as cliché as that sounds.”
Cristi giggles before she pecks his lips once she’s close enough. “You’re soo dumb. We’ll be out of the job in less than a week.”
“Ya won’ be sayin alla tha’ once I start lickin the spaghetti sauce off of you that I splattered you with.” Lucas speaks against her mouth, smiling into her kiss as his lips connects with hers once again. And with his lips sealed over her mouth as both delectably squish together in careful motion, every low moan that travels up his throat she swallows up like water, her hands cradling both sides of his face in a thoughtful hold while the muffled sounds that constitute to his delight in their shared kiss strokes her ears. His lips separate once she took his bottom lip in between her teeth for a gentle pull, the sensation sending tendrils of tingles to glide across his dark russet skin, the effect increases its intensity once she begins sucking on the plump, juicy flesh of his mouth piece. Lucas places his hands on her hips where dark claws still remain at the tip of his fingers, and one palm maneuvers around the full shape of her backside to rub against her butt cheek. “Where would I be without you, Chris?”
Although the question hidden in his murmur was spoken aloud, it was directed moreso to himself than her. Where would he be? Actually? Possibly alone without a mate to come home to as a definite answer, nobody who accepts him and his wolf nature thru and thru. But not caring too think much about any alternate possibilities, he shoves the thought to the back of his mind before it could leave a painful ache in his heart, to think ‘what if’ they never crossed paths in the park during those early days, a peaceful period full of shy glances abound in awaiting text messages, phone calls where two hearts palpitate at the sound of the other’s voice on the other line.
Those days were just amazing, found pure bliss at the impact where Lucas first experienced the power of gravity when he fell in love from cloud nine.
Her eyes close as his pink tongue ran a wet path over her eyelids while he applies a few lovesome licks to her face, their kisses eventually coming to an end as she sets all her weight on top his long stature, her face pushed into the crook of his neck to offer a quick peck before she lies her head on his chest. She feels tickled by his sharp nails that lightly grazes her back as they relax in bed, waits for sleep to envelop them.
Lucas suddenly breaks the quiet as he asks her a question from their late night discussion. “Aye, y’know what else I can make grow bigger?”
“What?”
There was a short pause. “…my dick.”
“Lucas go to sleep.”
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thetavernknight · 6 years ago
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eternalsterekrecs · 7 years ago
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do you know of any stoner!sterek fics? I can't find any :/
Hey there! We found some although most of them aren’t only focused on Stiles and Derek being stoned. They’re pretty good fics!
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STILES AND/OR DEREK GET STONED
The Athlete & The Criminal by damnfancyscotch
“What’re you doing here, Stilinski? Did you only score half the winning points at the last lacrosse game instead of all of them?”
Stiles snorts and says, “I thought you were locked up, Hale.”
Derek huffs a laugh and drawls, “Not quite yet.”
or
A Breakfast Club AU
Anytime by Marishna
“Sorry!”
Stiles snorted and started laughing, too. “For what?” he chuckled.
“Stiles,” Derek mumbled. “I think I’m high.”
Stiles laughed harder and louder, the sound echoing off the trees and interrupting the birds and crickets. Derek watched him for a second, then joined in, leaning heavily on Stiles while his body shuddered as he gasped for breath.
light me up before i go by orphan_account 
Come late April, the sun will grow warm while the air is still cool, and there will be just enough greenery for Stiles to hide the Jeep somewhere off the beaten path in the Beacon Hills Preserve, tucked away from the world in a safe little space where he and Derek can get high.
Hurricane series by alisvolatpropiis
He’s still beautiful.
Extraordinarily, mysteriously so: that guileful kind of beauty that sneaks up on the poor fool lucky enough to recognize it, a peculiar constellation of dazzling features that, once recognized, become the only stars in the night sky.
That’s how it felt to Derek at least, during his fling with Stiles Stilinski, the musician who wandered into his bar late one night while on a break from his first national tour. Derek had no idea that the bewitching man was the next up-and-coming singer-songwriter the entire music industry was buzzing about. All he saw was the perfect storm of cocky, clumsy grace; disheveled hair and pink cupid’s bow lips that made him weak in the knees; bloodshot-but-still-glittering eyes the color of single malt scotch and even more intoxicating.
[Hilary Duff Lyric Redacted] by calrissian18
Stiles hadn’t been in Beacon Hills in five years, hadn’t seen Derek in nearly as long, when he got the text:
New number: (+530) 365-2421
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An abundance of overeating and geekery, dangerous caffeine/sugar cereal addictions, surprise werewolves, bird insults, purple-eyed shrimp, reincarnated serial killers (it's cool, he has a leash), poorly played professional baseball, and a love story. In that order.
The Difficult Kind by whiskey_in_tea
if you could only see / what love has made of me
The Best Bad Things by TroubleIWant
“Fuck,” Stiles moans again, squirming desperately against Derek’s crotch. “You gotta - gotta give me something.” He does his best to slide a hand into the back of Derek’s underwear, and gets far enough that his middle finger brushes the base of his spine.
“I am,” Derek says, reaching back to grab Stiles by the wrist. He deftly pins both of the kid’s arms above his head and grins, all teeth.Stiles goes quiet, then, chest heaving and eyes wide. This is what he’s here for, after all. To feel like he’s doing something dangerous.
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elbowgreaserp · 6 years ago
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One thing I love about us is our unparalleled lack of self control, well. That and our love for garbage shows, but hey. I love you, and am grossly excited and stoked to see how long these two last, you know, cause reasons. DEREK HALE and SCOTT MCCALL, ACCEPTED!
OOC INFORMATION
NAME, AGE, TIMEZONE: Amparo, 26, PST.
ACTIVITY LEVEL: 6+ what up.
TRIGGER ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: Yeah, man. ITS WHY I’M HERE. (lmfao, Paro ffs, ily.)
ACTIVITY ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: I got u, fam. AND HALLELUH I FIXED MY POSSESSED KEYBOARD (well finally disabled it for good bless)
NOTES: I came here to have a good time and I feel attacked rn.
IC INFORMATION - DEREK HALE
NAME, AGE, SEXUALITY: Derek Hale, 23, bisexual.
FANDOM: Teen Wolf ;/
HOMETOWN: Beacon Hills, CA.
CLUBS, ORGANIZATIONS, OTHER: boxing club, baseball, alpha sigma phi, outdoor club, american society of mechnical engineers, anthropology club, fish camp, arrow in arrow, ping pong club, basketball team, shooting sports club, street society, the climbing team.
CLUBS, ORGANIZATIONS, OTHER CREATION:
alpha sigma phi: Alpha Sigma Phi is social fraternity on campus here to Better the Man, enrich brotherhood, and promote character and leadership through charitable and school events.
outdoor club: The mission of the UCCS Outdoor club will be to engage students in the outdoor industry and activities available in Colorado and beyond. Our vision is to provide students with access and education necessary to engage in the abundance of Outdoor activities that Colorado is known for.
american society of mechanical engineers: The American Society of Mechanical Engineers fosters interest in mechanical engineering through competitions, tours and activities.
anthropology club:  UCCS Anthropology Club is an organization for those who are interested in the study of humankind, past and present. We encourage members and our fellow peers to learn about, be tolerant of, and embrace different cultures, languages, and diversity around them. The goal is for our club to get involved and be active within UCCS, alongside Anthropology professionals and students regionally, as well as the community, learn and develop within the field of Anthropology, and become more well-rounded citizens.
fish camp:  Colorado is known for one of the best fly fishing in the US. Our mission is to educate student of the culture of fly fishing. We would like to share the importance of conservation, and patience through fly fishing. Fly fishing does not only involve fishing. It involves hiking, watching the water, learning about the water system in the area, etc.
arrow-in-arrow:  It is our mission to build a sustainable competitive Archery club program at UCCS to allow the students that practice the sport of Archery to continue their growth and compete at the collegiate level. It is our vision to have a club that has both active student athletes and coaches to guide the athletes in their development. The purpose of this organization is to provide opportunities for campus students and community members to be informed and participate in the sport of archery.
ping pong club:  The purpose of Ping Pong Club is to foster good sportsmanship, interest in and expansion of the sport of table tennis, increase the knowledge and skills of the members, and awareness of the spirit and its benefits to the community. Our vision is to enable players to bring forward their skills in the sport and be able to play against other players with similar skill levels and interest levels. Our goals are to compete regionally with other schools in the area and perhaps go to the state level competitions.
shooting sports club:  To teach and inform students about basic firearm safety and handling, and to teach the fundamentals of scholastic competitive shooting. To dispel common misunderstandings and fear of firearms. To gather like minded shooting enthusiasts and represent UCCS in local and state shooting competitions.
street society:  Street Society is a club for fellow automotive enthusiasts at UCCS, motorcycles included. Our mission is to bring together enthusiasts to have fun and improve the automotive community. Our vision is to have meets with the students at UCCS with a passion for cars and motorcycles. Our goals are to improve the automotive community, create a connection in the school’s automotive community, relieve student stress through their passion for cars, and provide assistance for automotive repairs for anyone who asks.
the climbing team:  We are a group of students (some faculty/employees/friends) of UCCS that love to climb. A large focus of our club is to teach new and semi-experienced climbers how to be safe while climbing.
FIVE POSITIVE TRAITS: selfless, protective, smart, patient, determined.
FIVE NEGATIVE TRAITS: Aggressive, broody, stubborn, cynic, arrogant.
BIGGEST FEARS & PHOBIAS: Losing his younger sister.
SCARIEST EXPERIENCE: Scariest or most heartbreaking ?? But getting pulled out of school to find out most of your family was killed in a freak fire, pretty much tops everything. So does finding out your older sister was murdered. Sorry, Derek.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
DO THEY BELIEVE IN THE GHOSTS/PARANORMAL?: Absolutely not.
ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER WE SHOULD BE AWARE OF?: He’s a postgrad !!
ANY CHANGES TO YOUR CHARACTER THAT SHOULD BE NOTED?: He’s not a werewolf, can u beliebe? Still a sourwolf tho :/
WHY IS YOUR CHARACTER PARTICIPATING IN THE PROJECT?: Scott made him, but also he actually isn’t afraid of manual labor (what? is this a jab at sebastian smythe? derek get dicked) and genuinely likes the outdoors.
IC INFORMATION - SCOTT MCCALL
NAME, AGE, SEXUALITY: Scott McCall, 21, pansexual.
FANDOM: Teen Wolf ;/
HOMETOWN: Beacon Hills, CA.
CLUBS, ORGANIZATIONS, OTHER: super smash bros club, impact, spectrum, active minds, paintball club, mountain lion ultimate frisbee club, acts of kindness, outdoor club, student alliance for gender equality,  el circulo de espanol, film club of uccs, uccs pre-health society, catalysts video game club
CLUBS, ORGANIZATIONS, OTHER CREATION:
el circulo de espanol: “El Círculo de Español” has various linguistic, cultural, and community oriented objectives: A. To advocate the usage of the Spanish language. B. To promote a better understanding of the wealth and diversity of the Hispanic culture. C. To participate in community events and activities which promote the Hispanic culture. D. To foster leadership development through the coordination of the aforementioned educational and awareness projects.
paintball club: Paintball Club is the most adrenaline-pumping, exciting club that UCCS has to offer. In conjunction with SGA, members will be able to play paintball for free, with small exemptions. We will play in many areas across town, and will play any game-types and any major paintball variations.
film club of uccs: The Film Club is sponsored by the Visual and Performing Arts Department (VAPA) as an activity that coincides with the undergraduate Film student’s studies but welcomes participation from all students who are interested in film, from all major degree programs.
uccs pre-health society: The UCCS Pre-Health Society is a collective group of students dedicated to pursuing careers in health care. Students interested in becoming doctors, dentists, veterinarians, pharmacists, physical therapists, physician assistants, etc. can find a wealth of knowledge, as well as community and camaraderie among other students.
mountain lion ultimate frisbee: To build a fun and competitive team comprised of a group of individuals that compete at the highest level achievable through determination, practice, and teamwork.
acts of kindness: Acts of Kindness (AOK) The mission of AOK is to help people throughout our wonderful university and town have a better life through selfless acts of kindness! We want to make a lasting effect on people through kindness and encourage them to do the same.
catalysts video game club:  Mission Statement: To provide a friendly game environment where people can meet, play, socialize, and ultimately have fun. We play a variety of video game genres, ranging from Fighters to RPGs to Co-op Adventures, and are open to much more.
student alliance for gender equality: The goal of the Student Alliance for Gender Equity is to provide a safe place for all UCCS students to talk about gender topics as well as discuss women’s rights and gender equity.
FIVE POSITIVE TRAITS: humble, natural leader, chivalrous, cheerful, agile.
FIVE NEGATIVE TRAITS: gullible, immature, stubborn, emotionally impulsive, worries easily.
BIGGEST FEARS & PHOBIAS: Losing his mom and friends, failure.
SCARIEST EXPERIENCE: Stumbling on a dead body once, never again. (lol sure, k, sorry about your luck scotty, boi)
DO THEY BELIEVE IN THE GHOSTS/PARANORMAL?: They’re open-minded enough to think maybe, but not without some hardcore proof. (famous last words)
ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER WE SHOULD BE AWARE OF?: Has asthma, but it’s improved since he was younger.
ANY CHANGES TO YOUR CHARACTER THAT SHOULD BE NOTED?: MY SON IS HUMAAAAAAAAAAAAAN. So no true alpha and the boy got that asthma, but it’s not going to hinder him too too much. ;/ (lol you’re an optimist, paro)
WHY IS YOUR CHARACTER PARTICIPATING IN THE PROJECT?: He genuinely thinks it’ll be fun! It’ll be tough, but what better way to spend the summer than with his friends and helping build something cool?
WRITING SAMPLE
                      it’s been too long,  too many unanswered calls and texts.  he almost feels bad,  he actually might if he didn’t believe in what he’s doing.  protecting scott.  it’s been his main objective since leaving beacon hills,  that and making sure his sister doesn’t get tangled up in one of monroe’s many webs. but thankfully she’s running with a new pack and isn’t alone.  he’s not too sure about the priest,  but the alpha is willing to do anything to make sure his pack survives. derek lets his hand find scott’s shoulder,  squeezing gently before he lets it fall back to his side.  an unspoken good to see you too.  he casts the alpha a glance at the tone,  it’s probably too dark to see,  but he knows scott will sense it so he doesn’t let it linger.    “  i can leave.  ”    he WON’T.    “  but i thought you could use some help.  ”    
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they’re sitting in beacon hills’ only diner in what’s come to be their spot. graduation is fast approaching and it’d almost be a relief, but there’s something holding scott back from celebrating. it’s been two days and he still hasn’t opened up the envelope from uc davis. he doesn’t know if he got in or not and part of him wants to keep it that way. he hadn’t even shown anyone yet, but malia had seen it on his bedside table the night before. she hadn’t said a word, understanding that’s what he needed. merely blinked her eyes before moving in close and they slept peacefully together, touching in the most innocent of ways.
now they were at breakfast together. scott dragged her out of bed in the morning, envelope tucked into his back pocket until he dug it up to put on the table after they ordered. he’s staring at it, heart racing and breathing unsteadily. his own fingers tap anxiously on the surface next to it. the alpha doesn’t stop until her touch is on him and he stills instantly. it’s not out of shock though, they’re long past that stage.
he relaxes because of it. the anxiousness is simmering below, but it’s more manageable. it’s gone completely by the time malia takes his hand. then when she squeezes, scott feels at ease in a way that’s become all too familiar when she’s touching him. besides with her, it’s not something he felt in a long while. he doesn’t want to let go, it’s the last thing he wants, but now he knows he’s ready to read his fate.
his free hand moves to wrap over hers and he squeezes back before pulling them both away. a sigh leaves his lips, regret at the loss of touch, but it’s also to steady himself for what’s to come. picking up the envelope is easy, opening it is even easier. scott starts to read, breath caught in his throat until another sigh leaves his lips. then he’s grinning and leaning into malia, turning his head and it’s almost a nuzzle when he moves it against her shoulder.
what it most definitely is, is a thank you and an i did it, i made it.
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manleycollins · 2 years ago
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Journal Entry #73 - End of Year Two (2) out of Nine (9) in Massachusetts - Decisions, Decisions, Decisions - Gym, Run, Gym, Run - International Travel versus Criminal Court Ordered Deduction - Sitting and Patiently Waiting
JOURNAL ENTRY #73 Name: Manley M Collins Social Security Number: 5 7 9 – * * – 6 5 4 1 Date of Birth: 06/21 Place of Birth: Washington, District of Columbia Country of Birth: United States of America Date: December 31, 2022
TOPIC: End of Year Two (2) out of Nine (9) in Massachusetts - Decisions, Decisions, Decisions - Gym, Run, Gym, Run - International Travel versus Criminal Court Ordered Deduction - Sitting and Patiently Waiting
Yes, this has been an interesting ramping up and winding down settling in two and a half years in Massachusetts. I am grateful and thankful for all the variety of life experiences. Communication maybe over the top, but that was me from the beginning when the doctor smacked my newborn bottom to cry and yell. I have not stopped communicating ever since that day.
It has been a good reflection of how much one person or at least I went through, and have no specific regrets for moving forward. My work routine has wind down to just the gym, lawsuit paperwork, renewal paperwork, track and field, learning French, simplified travel, and learning the free options around Linux and Oracle. These are the same things mentioned on the front page of my website. As I sit on the money (never ever did that) until I decide what to repay. Technology and business app or service subscriptions are coming, but it is not necessary at the moment.
The New Year is here. Happy New Year to everyone. Thank God or the higher being for another day of life. It is an interesting crossroads when so much reality and education happens to visit the crossroads of debunking biblical stories that happened to survive the test of time. People may try to classify me on what I do, but I am truly happy with who I am, what I have been blessed with, ability to age well and accept it, and self-defend/self-protect me.
The original change in physical behavior was setting the boundaries on how people touch or assault me has become easier to do. Not even cultural norms will ever happen until something gives way or comes out right. Thus, my topic suggests sitting and patiently waiting.
Another change in physical behavior was the ability to send mail directly back to the ones that send it, whether it is the bill collectors or charity organizations. Yes, normally it would be trash, but let the owner or sender trash it.
With WellSense (MassHealth) public insurance, I did attempt to change my old medication, Zyprexa (olanzapine) to the new medication, Caplyta (lumateperone), but learned that through the appeal process and my MGH psychiatrist that I needed to go through four (4) of the old medication before getting approved for a new medication including Latuda. It is very interesting if I had private insurance I can the new medication, but for public insurance they commit to the duty of just sufficient enough care. It is bureaucracy for me. However, BMC psychiatrist states that I no longer have any mental health conditions, which was slap in the face, but I knew some type of logic like that was coming after the losses. I told BMC psychiatrist that I am not coming off my medications, but maybe in Europe I will try to manage without medications. McInnis Health Center (Boston HealthCare for the Homeless Program) stated see my primary care physician for care. MGH psychiatrist saw that I was seeing BMC for care and suggested to see BMC for all my care because the insurance is not going to do double billing for the same service. However, Adia Solutions LLC and Adecco Staffing provided health, medical, dental, vision, life, and other group benefits, which included United Healthcare, but I canceled and denied all those benefits because I do not work enough to pay the premiums. Then comes in the postal mail, United Healthcare unveils it has a contractual obligation with the Massachusetts hospitals to pay for a portion of care and I pay the balance. The Adecco-Adia new type of United Healthcare package provides a stripped down version of HMO-PPO plans, which limits PCP visits to two per year, limits ER visits, and other manageable care.
I ate Christmas breakfast and lunch at St. Francis House and made a donation to St. Francis House. I saw the email promotion which featured me eating with others. I was very much in the Christmas spirit at the beginning of December. I also did Thanksgiving breakfast and lunch at St. Francis House.
I was apart of the group that Biden Administration and United States Department of Education tried to help with the student loan burden…again tried to help.
Joel Osteen's Sunday messages have been pretty uplifting and good.
I am still getting Washington, DC, South Carolina, and New York notifications for most government services that I signed up for, but do not plan to correct them no time soon.
I went through Dorchester County District Two (South Carolina Public Schools) SafeSchools certification.
I attended the NASM AFAA Optima Virtual Conference 2022. I did not sign up for credits. It was a great conference from developing and maintaining the business. The fitness gurus were doctors in their related fields. I learned of other muscle groups more defined than just general biology. I learned about how to create a format for certain classes. I learned how to speak and treat those with obesity, diabetes, and menopause. I forgot the conference was available until 12/22/2022, then I clicked on the link 12/23/2022 and was so disappointed…my brain said, "Damn!" I did speak to NASM AFAA for other ways to great credit for renewal and they take credits from IFBB and other groups. I was impressed.
Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Inc. sent me communication regarding Fraternity's House of Alpha in Ithaca, New York on the Founder's Day - December 4th. I am still getting reminders for donations, etc.
Shutterfly may delete all the uploads of photos for storage if I do not make a purchase every 18 months. I do not mind that policy that would help me narrow down who to purchase subscription services from because AT&T, VistaPrint, and Flickr provides the same service.
I did obtain my United States Large Passport Book and Passport Card, again, from the United States Department of State. I was surprised and grateful. USATF thoughts lit up on possibilities on World Athletics Track and Field Meets. I am in another dilemma that Paris, France is hosting the Olympics in 2024. I signed up to purchase tickets, but the United States and everyone knows if I leave I am not coming back. However, the criminal court ordered deduction still needs to be paid and I do not want the United States to do me in Europe. I have never been an irresponsible human. I updated American Airlines, United Airlines, and Delta Airlines with my new passport information. The United Airlines app was able to scan the passport book to place the information in the app.
One of my banks I was able to make a deposit through a CVS Pharmacy. I got notified and the money was there.
I had to escalate TSA Enrollment Pre-Check after the 60 days expired from notification, but the customer service representative mentioned that it was overwhelmed with enrollment. I was stuck in the security assessment process. I do remember getting the extra security pat down with Boston Logan TSA staff and laptop bag was searched. I hope they do not expect to get something different that my education, experience, and daily life of telling.
I attended some workshops with Massachusetts Vocational Rehabilitation Center. From the orientation, I went to pull my first iCORI background screening report.
Samsung was on point when ordering a phone directly from them, and the follow up after delivery. Samsung trade-in program is superb and impressed the heck out of me for how much I got for a 3G phone. I still did not upgrade to the latest phone after learning how 3G, 4G, 5G, and 6G works is not really those specific networks. I am in the Samsung Galaxy S-class, which makes feel like a Mercedes. Apple was okay during their ordering process, but lighting up personalized email and texting during the ordering, shipping, delivery, and follow up process could spice up enthusiasm getting an Apple phone. Apple trade-in program sucks as technology gets older so decreases the trade-in value. I do not understand what Samsung does with an impeccable trade-in phone.
I got my Internal Revenue Service refund, which informed me that all the holds were removed from the account.
Boston Medical Center In-Person (through the Bridge Clinic - Psychiatry Department) (Previous Journal topics - I just was repeating them to new people verbally)
Topics Cognitive Behavior Therapy or Cognitive Processing Therapy (homework on myself)
I started ABC Worksheets. I had to write/type out Activating Event (A) "Something Happens", Belief (B) "I tell myself something", Consequence (C) "I feel something"
Since this is ongoing therapy, I am going to only write the Activating Event (A) "Something happens"
1 - Birth 2 - Trusting People 3 - Death 4 - Giving 5 - Arrests 6 - Working Out / Physical / Fitness/ Running / Cycling / Group Fitness 7 - Schizophrenia 8 - Anxiety / Panic Attacks 9 - Depression 10 - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) 11 - Bipolar Disorder 12 - Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) 13 - Eating 14 - Spiritual Uplifting 15 - Act My Wage or Role in the World (Boundaries) 16 - Loss of Time 17 - Sleep, Resting, Dreams 18 - Slips, Falls, Accidents, Injuries 19 - The Secrete Book by Rhonda Byrne comes alive - Laws of Attraction with New People, New Situations, and New Things 20 - Attended a doctor's visit with Dr. Edwards in the BMC Department of Otolaryngology for a follow up from the Screening on the Green for head, neck, and ear cancers or symptoms. 21 - Viewing the imagery of a wedding and marriage between me (a male - he/him/his) and a woman (a natural born female - she/her/hers). 22 - Calming of emotions and steady state of behavior. Not around friends to act abnormally. 23 - Disconnect from office work and gig work. First orientation meeting with Massachusetts Vocational Rehabilitation Commission to attempt new job roles, industries, letter of interest, and resumes. 24 - My first colonoscopy at Boston Medical Center in the Center of Digestive Disorders. 25 - I attended MGH Sexual Health Clinic for update on Sexual Transmitted Diseases and/Sexual Transmitted Infections. 26 - Major week of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder flashbacks on families I was close to growing up. 27 - Unexpected income or scheduled income is the trigger of my anxiety and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) 28 - I got assaulted twice with the security wand at Pine Street Inn by Jet Security officers.
Along with the ABC Worksheets, I started Dialectical Behavior Therapy (DBT) Emotional Regulation to associate a feeling I need to change.
Other Topics from Summer, Fall, and Winter 2022:
Pine Street Inn still have everyone in place regarding touching and assaulting. A homeless community member deemed himself good, but kept assaulting me from the security gate to my locker. I gave him the warning talk three times and I grabbed his dick and balls. He got upset and stated not to do that, then I yelled to him, "I told you not to touch me three times so I grab whatever the h*ll I want!" Others who committed similar acts heard me and fled. Everyone on the entire first floor who heard was angry at me that evening ("cause they heard the public speaking, deep bass, commanding leader voice").
I had my Busuu French lesson on the day before New Year's Eve. I still have to book some more lessons into the new year.
I ran in the USATF New England Indoor Season at the Track at New Balance. It was a mix of high school, open, college, and masters in all the events. I did the 60m to see my time. The track was banked on both ends. I almost got thrown off balance running in the sixth lane for the 200m, but it was fun. I did all six (6) of my long jumps. See photo blog and albums.
I made it to the end of the University of Phoenix Dissertation to Publication Workshop. I sent my summarized dissertation to my first publication. It is the holidays so we will see what happens in the Spring.
I got my American Red Cross Adult/Child/Pediatric/Infant First Aid/CPR/AED certification. The skills session was informative and fun.
Pine Street Inn housing program had appointments for updates, and notifications on the 1st and 15th with paystubs to continue to receive the benefit of late night admittance after 8pm. I stopped sending the notifications and making the appointments after my employment was taken by the New York situation and Winter began to settle in. Pine Street Inn provided more housing applications to Peabody Properties, and I applied to two of their properties - 25 Amory and Roxse.
I attended another Hey Siri, Meetup event with ice skating at the Warriors Ice Arena. It was a good hour of fun and conversation. We ate a nearby restaurant.
I attended an in-person United States Census Bureau recruitment event for the upcoming Housing Survey period. I gave a copy of my mailed application and assessment with letter of confirmation that it is in active status.
Apple still send me offerings for Apple Learning Coach and Apple Teacher. I am still sour about losing my brand new Mac mini with all my data along with my storage drives, April 3, 2016. There was no AppleCare Theft and Loss with that technological device.
I started my new gym membership with Beacon Hill Athletic Clubs. It is the small franchise of gyms I ever been a member. It is small, quaint community. Trade offs - I got the whole gym myself at downtimes. I do not have 2,000+ locations not even 300+ locations. I got seven (7) locations and only can make it to six (6) locations on a regular basis and only in Greater Boston area. Each location is uniquely different vibe and artistic environment. It has a mix of old school and new school equipment. Group fitness is little to none except Combat/Boxing, which I have to upgrade for that option and they recruit heavily for that program. I am a regular, everyday member to meet my fitness, training, weight loss, and athletic conditioning goals. Due to locations of some gyms, you have to drop weights with care.
Morgan and Morgan/Simon and Simon dropped me as a client for the pedestrian accident getting hit by an SUV.
Google had changed the process on YouTube handles. I had make sure to secure all my handles.
From an Adia co-worker, he stated he needed a roommate for an East Boston location because his sister was leaving. I told him sure I can do the process. He gave me the links and the photos. He told me how much it was. I was ready, and submit the application. The landlord disapproved the application because of the work history or job history even though I worked with my Adia co-worker. He vouched for me, but I told him I stated government money was guaranteed and on the application. No credit check, but denied on application.
I made an end-of-the-year donation to the Boston Public Library for the use of its resources.
From my Nokia first cellphone to current Apple iPhone and Samsung Galaxy Smartphone Apps:
I discovered a new app called Fax.Plus for faxing capabilities across the globe.
Walmart app was cool to scan in store and make payment.
Amazon Shopping app was great to be able to get notifications about orders and deliveries. I am able to use my In-Store code in Whole Foods Market. I used it in New York Whole Foods Market stores and got email notifications about sales.
Airbnb app is great. It took a while to update and configure with all my updated information.
BodySpace is awesome. My bodybuilding programs are working great. The summaries can be off sometimes when all the data is not captured. It is how I plan my gym workouts. For the exercises not covered, I take a day to get those body parts. See my photo album.
Nike Run Club app is lifelong running for days, weeks, and years. It is awesome to get notifications regarding orders along with the Nike app. I have not gotten much use out of the Nike Training Club yet, but it does retrieve the cross data from the Nike Run Club.
Expedia app is good for travel research. I updated my passport information. We been together since 2000s.
FaceBook app got smart and upgraded my multi-factor authentication. It is still a good relevant social media app. I am very impressed on how much Europe (France) and PSG is running through my newsfeed. My group is small so I do not see so much crazy.
Netflix app is a default app installed by manufacturer. It will remain dormant. I do not have subscription. I am watching less television other than the shows I can see for free.
Samsung Global Goals is very awareness app about climate change. I like it, but I do not want it to overtake phone by reminding me everyday to help the climate.
Mortal Kombat 11 app was available from the Google Play Store. Unfortunately, I could not backup or restore my data from my Apple iPhone. I am starting over and kind of fun getting new characters.
Marriott Bonvoy app is awesome. I was able to book, cancel, and do research in this app. I was able to get a doorkey and it worked over the Wi-Fi Marriott system. Five stars for this app.
Happy New Year everyone!
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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 5 years ago
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Hi, just was wondering if you know any sterek but “The breakfast Club” Au
What a great idea! - Anastasia
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We Are Not Alone by jackintheboxx
(1/? I 1,106 I Mature)
A Breakfast Club-inspired AU. Five unlikely students are imprisoned together in a Saturday detention at Beacon Hills High School.
The Breakfast Pack by ArthurShmarthur
(1/1 I 1,257 I Teen)
Five high school students, all different stereotypes, meet in detention, where they pour their hearts out to each other, and discover how they have a lot more in common than they thought.
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The one where the 80s makes us feel nostalgic.
A High School Cliché. by halelujah
(1/1 I 2,806 I Teen)
“Are you the one that played a porno in the Principal’s office?” A gruff voice asks.
“Depends if you’re the one that threw a dumbbell through a window.” He drawls, not bothered in moving from his comfy spot.
The Athlete & The Criminal by damnfancyscotch
(2/2 I 12,122 I Explicit)
“What’re you doing here, Stilinski? Did you only score half the winning points at the last lacrosse game instead of all of them?”
Stiles snorts and says, “I thought you were locked up, Hale.”
Derek huffs a laugh and drawls, “Not quite yet.”
or
A Breakfast Club AU
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derangedangel · 7 years ago
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Distraction Part 2 - Theo Raeken
Summary: Part 2 to Distraction. Things get a little complicated with you and Theo’s no strings attached relationship. 
Word Count: 2,789
Author’s Note: This isn’t proofread. Sorry. It’s late, I’m tired, and I said this would be up by Tuesday... it’s still technically Tuesday somewhere right? Anywho, there’s still one more part left. I’ve just been getting likes on this so it would be nice if I got some comments or reblogs. Also Theo has a beard in this part. 
Side Note: Cody Christian with a beard is my religion  
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Theo gasped as you bit his shoulder trying to prevent yourself from being too loud. Theo had a room to himself, but he shared a common area and a bathroom. Perks of being a student athlete. Your nails dug into his back but they wouldn’t last five minutes because of his quick healing. Theo rolled off the top of you as your arms fell back trying to catch your breath.
“I know I’m a werewolf, but could you be a little softer with the biting,” Theo spoke looking up at the ceiling.
“Oh don’t be such a baby, Raeken,” you said still breathing heavy. Your eyes were closed so you didn’t notice when Theo turned his head slightly to watch you.
You exhaled deeply then said, “Alright, I’m getting up.” You forced yourself to sit up from the comfortable position of Theo’s bed. He watched as the sheet fell from your chest and you turned to the edge of the bed so your back was now facing him.
“You don’t have to go,” Theo said, his eyes trailing over your bare back as you put your bra back on. “We could always go for round two.”
Sitting up to slide your underwear and jeans on, you didn’t even turn to look at the naked man lying next to you. “No matter how fun that sounds, I have work to do.”
“Oh come on, Y/N,” Theo scooting in closer to you. He started placing kisses down your back. “You know you want to stay.”
You turned around after you through your shirt over your head. “Remember our agreement? You’re supposed to be a distraction from my stress. Not a distraction from me actually doing work.”
“Yeah but-.”
“No buts, I gotta go. I’ll probably text you tomorrow though. Think you can wait that long,” you asked, your eyebrow raised with a smirk lacing your lips.
“Do I have a choice,” Theo said, falling back into the cushion of his bed.
“You can always take a nice cold shower until then.” You slipped your shoes on and rose from the bed. You grabbed your purse and began walking to the door.
“Very funny Y/N.” Theo watched you leave his dorm for the umpteenth time in the last two weeks. You didn’t want to risk your roommate finding out about you and Theo’s little arrangement by meeting in your dorm. The athletes had the luxury of having their own space. Since you shared your bedroom with Camila she could walk in at any moment. The excitement from possibly getting caught would be fun, but having to explain to your friend that you had a no strings attached relationship with the quarterback wouldn’t be fun.
You just got out of your Algebra 1002 course and were on your way to your dorm when your phone started ringing. You slid your phone out of your purse and your favorite strawberry blonde’s photo flashed on the screen.
“Long time no speak,” you answered.
“I know. I know,” Lydia replied. “But I’m calling now, so don’t I get credit for that?”
“I suppose you do. What’s up,” you asked stepping into the front door of your dorm building.
“Well midterms are over so I have a little time to myself now.”
You sighed, “I think I remember what free time was like. Can you tell me about it,” you joked. Lydia was a year older than you but the two of you shared a lot in common academically. Besides the fact that she got to immediately skip to junior year of college.
“Why don’t I tell you in person,” she quipped.
“What?”
As soon as you turned the corner to get to your room you saw Lydia standing outside your door.
A small high pitched scream that you would be embarrassed to admit left your mouth before you ran down the hall. You and Lydia wrapped your arms around each other in a long overdue hug. You hadn’t seen the red headed beauty since you started college.
“What are you doing here,” you asked a little too loudly for your neighbors.
“I don’t have any classes Friday so I thought I’d come home for the weekend. I just thought I would drive down here for a few hours to visit you.”
You unlocked your door and you and Lydia walked in. She didn’t need to see the photos you sent her to know which side of the room was yours. Camila had her own unique style that no one would mistake for yours. Plus you had one of Brett’s old Devenford Prep shirts that you turned into a pillow on your bed.
“So what’s been going on with you,” Lydia asked watching you sit your backpack on the floor by your desk.
“Just busy with school work and clubs. Just trying to follow in the great Lydia Martin’s footsteps.” You were joking but Lydia was someone you looked up too. She was the smartest person you knew and immensely loyal to her friends. She was someone you knew you could always count on. Even though you never mentioned the you and Theo situation. Or the fact that he even went to the same university as you.  
“Oh please. I know you’re doing pretty well for yourself here. You’ll be running this college in no time. Speaking of you running this school, why don’t you show me around campus? I could go for some Starbucks right about now.”
“Alright, but you’re paying,” you said grinning.  
Lydia followed you out of your dorm building, the two of you chatting the whole way. Lydia was going back to Beacon Hills in a few hours and you had a lot to fit in.
Right when you were about to walk in to the Starbucks on your campus, Theo walked out the door with a cup of coffee in hand.
“Theo,” Lydia questioned tilting her head the brunette in front of her.
“Hey Lydia,” Theo said in a cheery tone like he and Lydia were friends.
“What are you doing here,” she asked Theo, but turned to look at you.
“Uh, I go here,” he replied a little confused.
“You do,” Lydia asked, her tone going up an octave. Theo’s eyes darted between the two of you. He knew neither one of you were supposed to tell anyone about your arrangement, but he just assumed you told the pack he went to school with you.
“Yeah he does. Come on Lyds. The coffee is getting cold,” you stated quickly grabbing Lydia’s arm and pulling her inside.
You walked up to the barista and looked up at the board trying to decide what you wanted while trying to ignore the look Lydia was giving you.
“Why didn’t you tell me Theo went here?”
“I didn’t think it was worth mentioning.”
Lydia squinted her eyes at you trying to figure out what you were hiding. “Really Y/N? It’s not worth mentioning the guy who tried to destroy our pack and succeeded at killed Scott goes to your school?” She said the last part lowly so the barista wouldn’t hear.
You turned to face the banshee hoping she would drop the conversation after your next statement. “I didn’t even know he went here until like two weeks after school started. And if I told you, you would tell Stiles then Stiles would tell the whole pack. I’ve got better things to worry about than Stiles and Liam constantly calling me trying to figure out if Theo is up to no good again. And from what I’ve seen, he’s been on his best behavior. And besides, he’s the last thing I need to be worried about here.”
“Fine,” Lydia replied tossing her hair over her shoulder. “But I still think something is going on. You would have at least mentioned it to me.”
“So I wasn’t worth mentioning huh,” Theo asked but it was more of a rhetorical question. He gripped your waist to keep you steady on top of him.
“We really have to discuss you listening in on my conversations. Didn’t anyone ever teach you that that’s rude,” you said. You were in Theo’s dorm again. Lydia left a few hours ago which gave you time to treat yourself to Theo.
“From what I hear I’ve been on my ‘best behavior,’ he smirked once again repeating what you said earlier.
“Do me a favor,” you said looking down at Theo with desire in your eyes. You slowly dragged your hands down his muscular chest admiring the lines of his body. “Shut up.”
Theo did as he was told and pulled at the invisible zipper across his lips and through away the key. You leaned down, your hair cascading like waterfalls around your face, and pressed your lips on Theo’s. You felt his heart pound underneath your hand, but you just assumed it was from what was about to take place. Things between you and Theo began to feel a little different each time you met. He hands were gentler than the first time. The kisses weren’t as rough. It was almost like it was more than just sex.
Since Camila didn’t know about you and Theo, she assumed you spent all your time doing school work. Camila wanted you to do something different besides the occasional school function like a movie night or club activity, so she dragged you out to a party.
Once again, Cami ditched you to go and flirt with some guy she hardly knew. You had to give her props for sticking around with you as long as she did in the first place. You leaned against the wall people watching until a guy in a leather jacket approached you.
“Hey, you’re in my English lit class right?”
You knew that he knew you were in the class together, but he was cute and you needed someone to talk at this party.
“Yeah, Dr. Clow’s class?”
“Yeah,” he replied stepping closer to you. He began making small talk about the class then the conversation got a little more interesting. You knew it wouldn’t go anywhere, but it was nice to talk to someone new. You were so wrapped up in your conversation, you didn’t even notice that Theo was at the party too.
Theo had been outside playing stupid drinking games with his friends. He couldn’t actually get drunk on the beer, but he learned a little trick with a small dose of Wolfsbane to get buzzed. Theo didn’t even realize it, but he had been staring at you and that guy for the last five minutes. His jaw was clenched as he slowly crushed the beer can in his hand. He could smell the arousal on the guy and it drove him mad.
You laughed at something your classmate said touching his shoulder. Theo was enraged tossing his now empty beer can to the floor. He practically stomped over to the two of you and interrupted your conversation.  
“Can I talk to you for a moment Y/N,” Theo asked, anger evident in his eyes.
“I’m kinda talking to Jerimiah right now. I’ll talk to you later Theo.” You shook your head at Theo then turned back to Jerimiah.
“It can’t wait,” Theo said placing his hand on your shoulder trying to get you to leave with him.  
“Hey man, she said she’d talk to you later,” Jerimiah said stepping in between you and Theo.
“I wasn’t talking to you, man,” Theo said angrier than before. He hated that this guy was trying to talk to him about you. And he hate that he had your attention.
“Take a hint, bro. They lady said she was talking to me right now. So why do you save yourself the further humiliation and leave.”
“Listen bro,” Theo said mocking Jerimiah, “I think I know her a little better than you do so how about you leave now before I embarrass you.”
“Theo, what the hell is wrong with you,” you spoke up tired of him talking like he was more than just a hookup.
“I’d like to see you try and embarrass me,” Jerimiah said stepping closer to Theo challenging him.
Theo was done talking at this point and shoved Jerimiah, pushing him to the ground. People around you stepped back and watched the scene in front of them. Jerimiah quickly got up and rushed toward Theo with his arm pulled back ready to swing. Sadly for Jerimiah, Theo was quicker. Theo’s right hook knocked Jerimiah back down to the ground. You could already see the black mark forming on his check.
“Oh my God,” you yelled as you watched your classmate fall to the floor. “Somebody get him some ice.” You helped Jerimiah sit up, a worried look on your face. You touched the forming bruise on his face and he winced in pain. You looked up at Theo and he had no remorse on his face.
You decided that Jerimiah could handle himself and grabbed Theo’s arm and dragged him out the party. You dropped his arm once you stepped outside into the cool night air. Theo followed you as strutted across the grass and onto the sidewalk on your way to your dorm.
After you put some distance between yourself and the party, you turned around and shouted at Theo, “What the hell was that?”
“He was being a dick, so I hit him,” Theo stated like he didn’t understand what your problem was.
“You were the one being the dick! I was talking to him and you just had to talk to me right then too. What was so important that it couldn’t wait?”
“Well, I just wanted to- to, I was thinking-,” Theo rubbed the back of his neck. His eyes dropped down to the side walk refusing to make eye contact with yours.
“Oh my God,” you said understanding what was going on. “You didn’t even have anything to tell me did you?” You crossed your arms over your chest, shaking your head. “You just didn’t want me talking to Jerimiah. You were jealous.”
“I wasn’t jealous,” Theo spoke up, his voice stern.
“There’s no point in denying it Theo. You punched him for no good reason.” You tried to look him in the eyes but Theo kept avoiding your stare. “I started to feel like you were catching feelings but I let it slide. I went against my better judgment because I didn’t want to give up the sex,” you said uncrossing your arms and sliding your hands down your face. You groaned in annoyance before you spoke again. “This has to stop.”
“What,” Theo asked finally looking up.
“This thing we’ve got going on,” you pointed between the two of you, “has to stop. We can’t keep having sex if you have feelings. This is a no strings attached relationship and what you did back there shows that you’re pretty attached.”
“I never said I had feelings,” Theo tried to argue. “I’m just a little buzzed and I didn’t like the way that guy was looking at you like you were a buffet and he hadn’t had anything to eat in a week.”
“That’s jealousy Theo! Not wanting another guy to talk to me is jealousy. Being worried another guy is going to take up time I used to give to you is jealousy. You got in a fight because you were jealous. We can’t keep doing this.”
“Yes we can.” Theo tried to reach for you but you stepped out of his reach. “Just give me a second chance.”
“You don’t give second chances to booty calls. And I told you I didn’t want a relationship. You were purely a distraction. That’s it.”
“So that’s it. You’re just going to drop me like last week’s homework assignment?”
“Yeah, that’s it.” You looked up into Theo’s hard, somber eyes. A small part of you was hurt realizing you hurt him, but the rest of you knew this was for the best. You had a plan and you and Theo had an agreement. “This thing between us is over. We can’t see each other anymore.”
“That’s what you really want,” Theo asked in a bleak tone.
“That’s what I want,” you replied looking down unable to look Theo in the eyes anymore. You crossed your arms over your chest closing in on yourself.
“Fine. Y/N always gets what’s she wants.”
And with that, Theo turned around and walked away. You were frozen in place watching him walk down the sidewalk until it was too dark to see him. You were the one who brought up the no strings attached sex, so why did it hurt so bad to watch Theo walk away from you?
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spartasanks · 4 years ago
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“During that time many believers will lose their faith. They will turn against each other and hate each other. Many false prophets will come and cause many people to believe things that are wrong. There will be so much more evil in the world that the love of most believers will grow cold. But the one who remains faithful to the end will be saved.” ‭‭ - Matthew‬ ‭24:10-13 (at Beacon Hill Athletic Club) https://www.instagram.com/p/CD1uYEynQFN/?igshid=ooury9t14gkc
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celestialvoid-fanfiction · 7 years ago
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Imagine a Teen Wolf Breakfast Club AU.
On that one Saturday, five students--the basket case, the criminal, the princess, the jock and the nerd--were called in to serve detention in the library of Beacon Hills high school.
Stiles is Allison, the "basket case” reject that everyone thinks is crazy--his mother was mentally ill, so they assume he is too. He’s a social outcast who would much rather sit in the back of the room and exist in his own world.
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Derek is John, a teen who is accused of being a criminal. There are rumours circulating that he killed his family but they’re all lies: he’s the victim. He lives with his abusive uncle, suffering from the man’s alcoholism and physical and verbal lashings.
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(Except he ends up with Stiles in the end)
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Lydia is Claire, the “princess” of Beacon Hills High. She lives every day with parents who would much rather buy her love than spend time with her. She gets the highest grades but pretends to be stupid. The truth is she doesn’t want to be treated as something frail; she wants to be treated as a person.
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Jackson is Andrew, the athlete whose adoptive parents are either neglectful becasue they don’t know how to deal with him or overwhelming in their crushing expectations of who he is meant to be.
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Scott is Brian, the sweet nerd that no one talks to. The truth is he lives with a single mother and they struggle to get by. He’s trying to work to help her, but all he really wants is to let her know that no matter what happens they’ll be okay.
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Imagine the shenanigans they get up to during those hours of detention: climbing through vents, running down halls, dancing around the library, getting high, confessing their darkest secrets...
Five students, brought together for those few hours, leave as friends.
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