#because scott has done nothing wrong in mason's eyes

[letthestorieslive]

The Boy   -   The Beast

For @masonhewittappreciation week, day 2 : Monstrous

[mona-stay]

Secrets part 3 Peter Hale

Paring - Peter Hale x Reader

Warnings - smut finally

Part 1. Part 2

You drove straight to Derek’s, still feeling a little shaken up after what Theo had done. Outside Peters Shelby wasn’t there, you didn’t know if you were happy or sad not to see it. When you got inside to your surprise Peter was there sat reading his book. He’d actually agreed to car pool with you.

 

Stiles and Liam both cheered as you walk in, Stiles calling you a good luck charm after the win today. How you managed to get coach to listen to your ideas. For the next few hours you all laughed, talked, drank and ate.

 

It was at this point, Derek being one of the closest to you noticed your neck. “what happened” he said, Peter now in his feet coming over to see. You explain about Theo’s threat and how he tried to strangle you.

 

“I’m gonna kill the little runt” Peter said heading for the door. You grabbed his arm, stopping him.

 

“don’t, Stiles’ dad’s took him, Coach is having him expelled and if he’s stupid enough to back at me then you all have my permission to kill him. But for now can we just forget about it” you say to him. Peter clenches his jaw but agrees he’ll leave Theo to sheriff Stilinski for now.

You watch Peter return to his book as Lydia pulls you to one side asking to talk. Stepping away to a more private part of the loft you wait to see what’s wrong. “what’s going on with you and Peter?” she asks outright.

 

You blush “nothing, what do you mean?” you say coyly. Maybe you needed to tone down your stirring at the handsome wolf.

 

“I seen him today at the game, his arms around you before fighting with Theo. Are you two dating now?” she asks a little concerned.

 

Shaking your head no “that was to wind up Theo. Peters version of leave her alone I think, not like it worked” you told her, not really sure why Peter had started on Theo the way he did. “and besides even if I did like Peter, I don’t think he likes me like that”. You say looking down not letting her see the sadness you felt.

 

“oh, I doubt that. The way he is around you, looks at you. I think Peter likes you, I’ve always thought that especially after you saved him” she says.

 

You wished it was true but knew differently, you’d kissed him wanted more he told you no. “No, I think Peter just likes the game, I know he wouldn’t want me like that” you say hoping to end the conversation.

 

Lydia eyes you suspiciously but doesn’t question it. She looks over at Peter who watches y/n out the corner of his eye like he’d always done. She was going to ask him but knew Peter would never tell her the truth.

 

Peter sat just watching everyone else, what he always did when Scott used the loft for after games celebration. It was only pack members but for Peter it was still way too many.

 

He glanced over to y/n now she’d finished her chat with Lydia, he was about to gain your attention until Liam got it first asking her to dance. To Peter’s annoyance you agreed, going over to dance with him, Lydia, Stiles and Malia.

 

Peter growled watching as they young pups hands tried to move down your body. He found himself thinking how dare Liam touch what’s his, even if you wasn’t, its all Peter truly wanted. He hated even more you hadn’t stopped it. That you just moved slightly so he wasn’t touching anymore still laughing and dancing.

 

For the third time Liam’s hand come inches away from your ass. This time you decide not to move out of his way, nope you decide to see Peter’s reaction. Your eyes lock with his, he’s stirring with a snarl. You wink at him hoping to push him to come over do or say something but he doesn’t.  He gets up and walked to his old room. You sigh Peter hadn’t got jealous.

 

With Peter gone and the song finished you went to find something to drink. Everyone turned seeing the loft door open, Cory walked in scanning the room. Mason was happy to see about to give him a hug but Cory walked past him straight to Scott, his eyes flicking to you.

 

“Theo’s been arrested and he thinks Peter is up to something. He says Peters an alpha and y/n’s in danger” Cory blurted out. You sigh, it wouldn’t take Theo long to spill Peters secret.

 

Everyone looks at you, taking one or two breaths trying to keep your heart beat stable. “is this true” Scott asked.

 

“not as far as I know” you say hoping the wolfs wouldn’t notice the lie. After being with Theo you learned how to control some tell-tale signs of lying. “Theo has been arrested for trying to kill me” you tell Corey showing him your neck. So now he’s using lies, he knows I’m living in Peters and trying to find a way to turn you lot against him. Peter wouldn’t hurt me, in fact Peters been more respectful in the last two weeks than Theo has in two years. So what ever he’s told you Cory ignore it, I would.” You say hoping the rest believe you.

 

Derek agrees “y/n right Peter would never hurt her, yes he’d hurt a lot of people but I don’t think he’d do anything to her” he says knowing his uncles not so secret feelings for y/n. Although the Peter being an alpha was something Derek wasn’t sure about, it’s possible but surely he’d know.

 

Peter walks down the stairs “what have I meant to done now” he smirks. He’s eyes meet yours a small head tilt and smile tells you he’d heard what you said.

 

“Theo thinks your an alpha”  Scott says eyeing up Peter, arms folded, more or less asking the question without words.

 

“if I was Scott, you’d be dead” Peter jokes knowing they wouldn’t question it more. “anyway I’m ready to head home, y/n shall we your my lift” add.  You nod saying your goodbyes.

 

Once in the car Peter seemed quiet lost in his own thoughts. “thanks” he said eventually.

 

“what for?”  you asked not sure what he was thanking you for.

 

“keeping my secret. You didn’t have to lie for me but you did so thank you” he said.

 

You smiled, you had promised you’d keep his secret and did. Even if Theo knew the truth you still wouldn’t rat Peter out. “I keep my promises, I’m a good girl like that” you say.

 

Peter laughs but doesn’t look up at you. “I’m sorry Theo outed you” you say. Peter just shrugs it wasn’t your fault.

 

“sorry he tried to strangle you” he said, thinking he was party to blame for pushing Theo. Also making a mental note to kill him next time he saw him. You smile back saying wasn’t his fault.

Back at the penthouse you walk in the door, as soon as it shuts you take your t-shirt off, showing of your sports bra. Dumping the top in the washing basket you say to Peter your getting in the shower. Giving him a full view of your body hoping after today he’d still be in a touchy mood.

 

Peter headed straight to his whiskey cabinet. His mixed feeling were getting the better of him, ten minutes ago he was jealous then seeing you lie for him made him love you so much more. And then your mini show for him then left almost nothing to his imagination.

 

 He downed his drink refilling it, tonight he was going put an end to this dam game once and for all. No matter what you decide he was done playing.

 

You come down after your shower in short pyjama shorts and top. You didn’t miss the way Peters eyes widened as you walk past swaying your hips.

 

You watch Peter, he seems off you’d noticed it since the game ended. You smirk a thought coming to your head a way get what you want and cheer him up.

 

You open the fridge, getting out a bottle of juice, choosing not to have alcohol so he can’t say your drunk this time. You stretch up high reaching for one of the glasses on the taller shelf, making little noises to get his attention. Once you have the glass you smile giving him a small wink but he didn’t smile back. He turns his head away.

 

You sigh, filling the glass you walk to where he’s sat, sitting on the arm of the chair. “you know sour wolf is Derek’s nickname. This kind of pouting doesn’t look good on you” you say, swinging your legs over his, one foot resting on the top of his thigh, your toes dangerously close to his package.

 

“what are you doing y/n” he asks, unsure what else to do with his mixed feelings right now.

 

“I’m hoping to put a smile on your face, plus I owe you a thank you for coming to the game today” you say moving your toes a little to tease him.

 

He sighed keeping his face straight “I think you should stop y/n” he tone was stern.

 

You look at him confused, the first night from the bar flashing back at you. Maybe you worry wasn’t for nothing, maybe he really didn’t want you.

 

“Trying to find a way to cheer you up, do you really want me to stop. Peter.” You say nudging your foot over his cock.

 

Peter grabbed your foot, “y/n stop, I can’t do this anymore” he said looking you in the eye. Seeing your smile fade he went on to explain. “I can’t play this game we’ve been playing. I thought I could but I can’t.” He says low

 

You didn’t speak, just watch as he runs his hand though his hair, thinking about what he wanted to say next “I can’t handle your looks, touches the way you act like you want me. I can’t handle you falling asleep on my knee and I certainly can’t handle carrying you to bed and it not being mine. Ever since we kissed that night after the bar, all I think about is how much I want you, how you should be mine. How foolish I was acting like the good guy, pushing you away say no because you were drunk and upset, when I should have been the selfish bad guy”

 

He’s words were cut off when you grab him, smashing your lips with his. He was surprised by your action and didn’t move, just closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of you on his lips.

 

You pull back biting back a smile “good, I don’t think I could of handled it any more too, I was hoping you would have said something sooner” you say. This time Peter kisses you, this one more passionate but still light and closed mouthed.

 

His hand slides up the outside of your leg finding your hip. “I promised you I wouldn’t sweetheart, that night I gave you a choice, if you still wanted me in the morning I’d take you to bed, or promise I’d never bring it up” he laughed as his fingers traces circles on your hips.

 

You giggle, almost forgetting he’d said that “then take me to bed Alpha” you playfully order.

 

Peter had other ideas, he pulled you off the arm of the chair onto his lap. Kissing and nipping at you neck “thought you’d never ask” he said flashing his eyes red, scooping you do he can stand with you still in place.

 

You playfully slap him before kissing and biting his jawline and neck. He carries you up the stairs to his room, finally getting the girl he’d wished for and this time he wasn’t going to let you slip away. Peter laid you on his bed gently, leaning over you stirring deep into your eyes “you definitely want this sweetheart?” he asked once last time. You didn’t answer with words. Capturing his lips on yours pulling him closer for more.

 

Peter grabbed the hem of your vest top, slowly sliding it up, his lips following the material until he reached your boobs. He nips and kisses the parts of your boos that isn’t hidden by your black lace bra as he pulls your top off completely.

 

“Peter” you moan. He smiles at you as he comes back for another fast, hungry passionate kiss. He didn’t care how much you beg, he was going to take his time. He was going to make sure you never wanted anyone else but him after tonight.

 

You watched Peter when he broke the kiss apart, pulling his own shirt over his head. You look over his chest, taking in every line, curve and  ripple that makes him. Leaning up on your elbows to get a better, fuller view of him as he started to undo his jeans.

 

You bit your lip, as he slowly slid them off tossing the behind him. He smirked “like what you see” he chuckled before sliding his hand up your legs pulling down your shorts leaving you in your underwear. This time it was Peters turn to admire you, his eyes raked up and down your body “beautiful” he said coming to kiss you.

 

Your hands went to his chest, trailing around his neck, as you pull the hair at the back of his head. Arching your back so he can unclasp your bra he throws it the away like he did his jeans. He leans back to look at you again before kissing your boob his and playing with the other one.

 

Running your hands across his shoulders, digging your nails in as he bites on your nipple rolling the hardened bud in his teeth. You could already feel how hard Peter is, his member pressing against the top of your thigh. You moved your hips to grind against him.

 

Peter took it as a hint, he gently let his fingers down your stomach, sending goose bumps over your skin. He rubbed your covered core making you moan, under his touch. He smiled feeling how wet you were for him, how your body reacted to him. His kisses follow the same path his hand had stopping just above your pantie line. He pulls them down not taking his eyes from yours.

 

He only looks away when there off and he kisses his way up your legs biting your inner thighs. You reach down tangling your fingers in his hair as he licks along clit. You hum and whine as he teases you with his tongue, wanting and needing more. “quit teasing please Peter” you say.

 

“only because you said please”  he chuckles, sliding a finger in you. Your hips buckle as he wastes no time finding the spots that make you cry his name. It wasn’t long before he adds a second. He let’s them explore you, taking in the places that make you moan and cry for him. Before bringing his tongue too your clit to increase the pleasure you felt.

 

Peter knew you were close and didn’t let up swapping his mouth for his thick thumb. “cum for me sweetheart, I want to see you come apart for me” he practically sang. Before you knew it you were pushed over the end, clenching around his fingers, screaming a mix of ‘oh god and Peter’

 

Peter brought his fingers to his lips humming as he licked your cum from them. Leaning over you he kisses you, you feel his tip at your entrance. He let’s it roll along your swollen lips and cups your cheek with his hand. “I’ve wanted this for so long sweetheart” he says lining himself up.

 

He slowly enters you, feeling bigger than you imagined filling and stretching you in the most amazing way. The growl he makes, almost animalistic once he’s deep as he can go. “fuck me Peter” you cry, you didn’t have to ask twice, for him to start moving.

 

Peter was anything but gentle and you loved it. His thrusts were hard and sharp, hitting spots and places you didn’t know existed. You wasn’t gentle too, if Peter didn’t heal, your own scratch marks would have been visible tomorrow.

 

You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, and so could he. You whine a little as Peter pulls out but before you could moan any words. He flips you over so your now on your hands, entering you again with one fast hard thrust. Once he was settled inside you, he pulls you close so your back is pressed against his chest. His hands on your boobs kissing your neck, all you could do was reach up to grab his hair.

 

You moan his name loving the new position your in. He bucks his hips sending a new pleasure though you.  Trying to turn your head, a new wave of arousal filled your stomach seeing him, sweaty, sexy and those bright red eyes. “Peter, make me yours, bite me” you moan out on the verge of your next orgasm. “make me your little wolf, alpha”  you beg. His growl mixed with his dick hitting your g-spot sent you hurling into your orgasm.

 

Your walls clenching around him as he feels you cum on his dick, mixed with your words send Peter over the edge. His thrusts get sloppy but he doesn’t let up, the sound of you begging he let’s his teeth scratch lightly over your neck but resists the urge to sink then in as he cums deep inside you. “your amazing” he whispers, not caring if you heard or not as he slips out of you.

 

You fall on the bed, out of breath, worn out. Peter hands you a drink before pulling you into his arms. Kissing your head

 

**

You laid naked in Peters bed, his arms around you, holding you close. He kissed the top of your head as you made little soft murmurs in your sleep. He was still stunned last night actually happened, that you’d chosen him, asked and begged for him. He hoped it wasn’t a one time thing. He also hadn’t forgotten your high on sex driven request of becoming his beta, butting and turning her. He wasn’t gonna lie, the thought passed his mind. He almost caved as you clenched around him begging to be his, his little wolf.

 

Peter didn’t do it, almost for the same reason he didn’t sleep with you the first night you entered his penthouse. He worried you’d regret it the next day and hate him for it. He decided he would bring it up again in a few days see how you felt then

 

He smiles as your started to wake, “morning sweetheart” he says, bring his lips close to yours, kind of testing if it was a one night stand for you. To his delight you lean up kissing him. “breakfast? He asked.

 

You shook your head no holding him tighter “I don’t wanna move or you to move, I’m comfy like this” you say. Peter smirks letting himself settle. You stayed there almost an hour, sharing hugs and kisses before you had to get up to go the bathroom. Peter kisses you heading down the kitchen in his boxers.

 

You take a second to take in how yummy his ass looked in the tight silk. When you go down Peter had you a coffee ready. He wanted to bring up what last night meant, if it meant as much to you as it did to him.

 

After breakfast he’d mentally asked you 10 different ways all sounds as bad as the one before. “what’s on your mind?” you ask him noticing him stirring into space.

 

“did you mean what you about wanting to be mine?”  he asked out right, there was no other way to say it.

 

You pull yourself onto his lap looking him deep in the eyes “yes I meant it, I meant it all. I want to be with you, be your little wolf I want you peter” you say before kissing him.

 

He smiles a full happy, and slightly relieved smile. “good it’s all I want too” he says kissing your neck. He promised to bite you on the next full moon but until then you were happy just to be his girlfriend. “you know both Scott’s and Theo’s pack won’t be happy if I turn you” he joked.

 

You kiss him again, “I don’t care what they think,  I want it and I’m happy with you” you say reassuring him. You smirk “buyt until we find a way to tell them it can be our newest secret”

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Theo makes it right.

Steo | Stiles x Theo | Pls read tags | ns fw sm ut 18+ | sl ut ty stiles | Theo top, always ^_~b

A lot has changed after the Monroe hunters. One of which is Theo Raeken coming back. And changing.

Doesn't want in any pack anymore, he just wanted to live.

In peace.

So he makes it up to the people he wronged. He is now in the journey to make peace with the McCall pack. One by one. Doing things for them. Doing anything they ask him to.

"Wh-What? Are you bullshitting me, Stiles?"

"No... I'm serious, Theo." Stiles said, dead serious. Eyes raking over Theo from head to toe.

Theo woke up early and drove to Lydia's place. He is on his last day of being Lydia's PA. He remembered Lydia saying: You wanna make it up to me? I need a PA. Get me coffee. Now. Come shopping with me. Carry my bags. Walk Prada. Bring him to the groomer. etc etc.

He was done with Scott, Liam, and Mason. He helped Scott with the new recruits. Training and teaching them. Liam, he helped on being a better beta and in schoolwork as well. Same with Mason, teaching him everything he knows about chimeras and other supernatural creatures and events. With Malia. Oh, that one is hard. He was a punching bag for a week. Malia was really mad at him. But he got through nonetheless. And now Lydia...

"Hello, Theo!" Lydia handed him her car keys. He is her driver today. "Starbucks first, my beautiful beautiful chauffeur."

Theo laughed. "Good morning to you." He got used to Lydia calling him beautiful. But she never made a move other than that. Lydia always says: I can't. Someone will get mad at me.

So Theo drove Lydia around for the whole day. Cafe. Meeting up with girl friends. Accompanying Lydia shopping. Almost falling asleep in the waiting area as Lydia tried on varieties of clothes for hours! After what seemed like forever, finally, Lydia was done clothes shopping. Make-up shopping next. Theo rolled his eyes. "Seriously?!?"

"Yes, seriously, beautiful Theo. Now, what's better: this or this?" Lydia showed him 2 lipsticks. Which have the same color in Theo's eyes.

"They're the same, Lyds."

"They're not! This one is more mauve than this one."

Theo just let out a sigh as he chose randomly because it'll look good on Lydia anyways. After another hour in the make-up store, finally, Lydia asked to go home.

He parked Lydia's car in their garage and headed out. Now only one person left to make it up to: Stiles.

Theo made his way to the Stilinski residence. Stiles opened the front door. "Oh, hello. Is it my turn?"

Stiles knew about the 'Theo time' as he called it. It's the time Theo spends with everyone trying to make up for everything his done to them. "Yeah. Your turn, Stiles... So, how could I make it up to you?"

"... Fuck me."

"Wh-What? Are you bullshitting me, Stiles?"

"No... I'm serious, Theo." Stiles said, dead serious. Eyes raking over Theo from head to toe. "Fuck me. Real good."

Theo turned his head a little bit, observing Stiles. There isn't any signs of lying. "Stiles..." Truth be told, Theo wanted to. For a long time now. Theo really really wanted to. But Theo still couldn't believe Stiles was asking for it right now.

"Theo... I'm serious." Stiles said again, hoping to finally convince Theo. He is super nervous and was just winging it right now. He had wanted Theo for so long now. And now he had the courage to ask. He then tugged on Theo's shirt.

"Are you really serious? Mieczyslaw?" Theo said his name perfectly.

Stiles let out a sigh then he suddenly grabbed Theo by his shirt and kissed him. "Is this proof enough?" Stiles leans in to kiss him again.

Theo kissed him back. Hearing Stiles's frantic heartbeat and smelling Stiles's chemo signal. They all point to nervousness and pulling between scared and relieved and horny. Nothing untrue. Nothing pretentious. All points out that Stiles was scared and nervous shitless doing this but he braved it and did it anyway. Stiles wanted it. Really wanted it.

"Yeah... that's enough, Stiles. Oh, you have no idea how badly I wanna do you."

"Give me an idea, then." Stiles was really pushing it.

Theo said nothing to that and just glowed his eyes. He chuckled a little bit. "Oh, Stiles baby... just remember, you asked for this." He said, for he knew how hard he would do Stiles.

Theo stepped inside the house and closed the door behind him. He walked towards Stiles, slowly. Stiles kept looking at Theo's eyes and lips. And back again to his eyes. He licked his lips in anticipation.

Theo backed him up against the wall. He had been backed up against walls before, but not like this. Not like he was about to get completely wrecked against it. Stiles gulped as Theo's body pressed against his.

Theo's chest on his. Theo's abs on his tummy. Theo's thigh between his legs, pressed against his crotch. Stiles let out a moan as he felt Theo's thigh press on him harder. He couldn't take it anymore. He wanted Theo to stop teasing and just kiss and fuck him already.

Stiles braved it and pushed Theo back against the opposite wall as he kissed him. Theo was surprised at that. He let Stiles rip his polo shirt open and kiss on his neck a little bit. Then Theo pushed Stiles back against the first wall, slamming him back up against it. Stiles let out a little groan. He wanted to push back but Theo was too strong for him. So he settled on kissing the chimera.

Stiles was pretty confident about himself, until he asked access to Theo's tongue. He just completely melted. Theo's tongue was so...

Stiles spoke but it came out as gibberish. Theo smiled at that. "Oh my, babe, are you okay?" Theo teased. Stiles just moaned and kept tugging at Theo's shirt. "Alright. Enjoy me, baby." Theo giggled. Stiles was so out of it. Theo felt a boosts at that. That he could make the smart ass, sarcasm-spewing Stiles Stilinski speechless. And needy. And horny.

Theo picked him up. Stiles just wrapped his arms and long legs around Theo. And Theo loved it. He always thought about that. Those long legs wrapping around him. Stiles then turned his attention to Theo's neck. Stiles kissed and sucked on it. Theo just lets him as he carried him upstairs. "Ooohh." Theo exclaimed when Stiles sucked particularly too hard on a spot. Theo was sure that would be a hickey that would lasts for days if he doesn't have fast healing ability. Theo slapped Stiles's butt at that.

"Ouch! Excuse me?!?" Stiles complained.

"Oh hey, he can talk again." Theo slapped his other butt cheek. "That spot you sucked on. That's where wolves mark their mates."

"Oh..." Stiles narrowed his eyes and had an idea. He sucked on that's spot again. It excited him that somehow, he is marking Theo, even for a few seconds. He sucked and watched as the skin showed a hickey and then healed again. He then would suck on it and watch it heal again.

"You're enjoying this, huh?" Theo just letting him have fun on his mark spot as they reached the bedroom.

"You did tell me to enjoy you." Stiles sucked on Theo's neck again. This time, trailing a kiss up to his earlobe. Lightly nibbling on it. Theo cursed and backed Stiles up against his bedroom door. Stiles back hit the door with a thud. He tried to get down from Theo and stand on his own.

"No no no." Theo prevented him to. Theo slapped his butt again, a little stronger than the first ones. And grabbed and squeezed it. Loving how full it felt in his palm. Theo kept carrying him. "Keep those legs wrapped around me."

Stiles happily obliged. Propped up between Theo and the door, as leverage, he kept hanging onto Theo, pulling Theo closer as he wrapped his legs around him again. And grinded his crotch against Theo. The chimera pressed harder against Stiles as he turned his attention to Stiles's neck. Kissing and sucking. Making sure Stiles would have hickeys tomorrow. That thought excited Theo. But it thrilled him even more when he thought of the possibility of marking Stiles tonight. Of course, with consent. To which he was sure he would get, because as it was obvious now, Stiles also wants him.

"Hang on tight for a while Stiles." Theo reached for his pants and undid it. It dropped to his ankle. He kicked it off together with his sneakers and socks.

Stiles saw what Theo's packing and very audibly moaned and bit his lips. "Ohmygod." Stiles stared at Theo's cock appreciatively. Very appreciatively.

"You want it, Stiles?"

"Hell yeah." Stiles kept staring at it.

Theo chuckled and glowed his eyes again at Stiles. He then clawed at Stiles's pants, ripping the bottom open. Ripping the jeans and boxers open. "H-Hey! Those are my favorite pants!" Stiles protested.

"We'll buy a new one tomorrow. Who knows, I might fuck you in the fitting room while we're at it." emphasize on the word -fuck- with all the sexual tone Theo could put on it.

"Oh, that's..." Stiles blushed harder. His cheeks and neck are flushed. And a little bit of his chest too. "Oh!" Stiles felt Theo's cock touch his hole. "Hmnnn." Stiles felt his own cock bob in his pants. He wanted to free himself as well.

"Do you happen to have lube, Stiles?"

"Ahhmmn, I kinda... prepped myself." Stiles blushed.

"Oh." Theo touched Stiles's hole and felt that it is indeed played with for a while and is ready to receive. "That was hot, Stiles. Were you thinking of me when you were playing with yourself?"

"Uh-huh." Stiles squeezed Theo's back, enjoying the smooth skin and the feel of the muscles rippling underneath as Theo moved.

"Ohh, were you thinking of me... entering you like this?" Theo pushed himself in, head breaching the ring of muscles, stretching it out more. Stiles just groaned. Theo was definitely bigger than two of his fingers.

Theo was half way in when he suddenly let Stiles fall down a little from him, making him take the rest of his length suddenly; together with the force of gravity. "Ho-ohmygod!" Stiles exclaimed as Theo was in him to the hilt.

"Were you thinking of me carrying you like this and fucking you against your room door?" Theo asked as he lifted and lowered Stiles down on his cock over and over.

Stiles was holding on for his dear life, or rather, his dear orgasm. Finally having Theo fuck him proved to be too much. He came in his pants. And Theo felt it. Theo felt Stiles's body convulsed and tightened around him. "Oh, Stiles!" Theo buried his face on Stiles's neck. He loves how Stiles got tighter as he came. He lowered Stiles a little between him and the door, so he could fuck up into him.

Stiles slid down a little bit and kept moaning as Theo railed him against the door. He could feel his body get pushed harder back on the door. His butt pressing on the door every time Theo thrusts in. The sound of him thudding against the door and Theo grunting and moaning filled the room. Not to mention the lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

Stiles was making noises he didn't even know he could make. Stiles leaned to Theo's ear and lightly nibbled on the earlobe. "Stiles!" Theo took Stiles off the door and carried him towards the bed. But not without trying to bounce Stiles on his cock. Without the door behind him as leverage, Stiles felt Theo's cock in all its glory plus gravity and his own weight on it.

"Theo! Fuck!" Theo just chuckled, he always wanted to try that on Stiles.

"Ever thought of me doing this to you?"

Stiles just shook his head, never in his very horny mind did he imagine being fucked by Theo while hanging from him. Theo tried a few pumps more before dropping him on the bed. "Oh, Stiles baby. I can do you in so much more positions." Stiles got excited by the thought of what those are. "If we're gonna keep doing this, you're gonna need a bigger bed, Stiles." Theo said as he took his clothes off.

Stiles propped himself up by the elbow to watch Theo get naked. And boy, Theo gave him a show. Taking articles of clothing painfully slow and in a very erotic way. Theo is beautiful. Fitting of his name. Everyone thought Theo is short for Theodore but it isn't. It's just that: Theo. His parents love the greek language and the name Theo came from theos meaning 'gift of god.'*

Indeed, what Stiles was looking at right now is a gift of god. Beauty and brains and body. He felt himself get hard again. Then he felt very wet in his pants. He did cum in there a while ago. Now he wanted to get out of his ripped and soiled pants. He started to reach for his pants but Theo scolded him.

"Stop! I get to undress you. Okay?" Theo said in a very commanding and dominating tone.

"Y-Yes, daddy. Sorry, daddy." Stiles replied and behaved.

Theo looked down, bit his lips, and shook his head. He never thought that he needed Stiles calling him daddy. He stalked towards Stiles, climbed the bed, tapped Stiles's crotch a little bit and commented: good, you're hard again. Then he ripped Stiles's clothes off completely.

"W-Why do you get to take your clothes off normally and then I get mine ripped off?!?" Stiles protested.

"Because I'm your..." Theo glowed his eyes and slapped Stiles's thigh, hard.

"D-Daddy."

"Right. Tch, if only I knew I get to fuck you tonight, I could've brought the restraints with me."

"W-What restraints?"

"You'll see next time, Stiles. Next time."

Stiles is so looking forward to next time already. His mind was wondering towards what restraints Theo has. Ties, handcuffs, chains, leather strips, on and on and on until his train of thoughts was shut down when

"But right now, my belt would do." Theo said as he snapped his belt in on itself. Then tied Stiles's hands together over his head. And tied it to the headboard.

Stiles just let out a moan. And then he felt Theo's mouth on his cock.

"Ohmygod!" Stiles stared at Theo. Who has it down his throat already. "Hoh-my-Theo! Fuck!" Stiles tugged on the belt tying his hands on the headboard. He couldn't break free from it. He just gripped onto the belt as Theo gave him head.

Stiles's toes curled when Theo bobbed up on him as he sucked a bit. When he's on the tip, he slapped Stiles's thighs and then bobbed back all the way down, humming and swallowing. Stiles was stringing all the curse words he knows. He's having a world-class blowjob right now. And it's too much.

"Theo! Get off, I'm cumming!" Stiles warned. Theo just glowed his eyes and nodded as much as he can. "W-What? Are you sur-mnnn!!! Fuck!" Stiles wasn't able to finish as he started shooting down Theo's throat. Stiles was bucking his hips up into Theo's mouth and straining his wrists against the belt.

When Stiles calmed down, Theo let Stiles out along with some cum and then smeared it on Stiles's entrance. "You're gonna need this, Stiles." Theo assured. Stiles let out a breath. Honestly, he's so out of energy right now, having 2 body-shattering orgasm rip through his lithe body. Theo also freed his hands from the belt.

"Theo, I'm-holy shit!" Stiles hissed as Theo pulled him by his legs down to the edge of the bed. Theo was standing at the edge of the bed. He then let Stiles's leg rest on his shoulders, perfectly lining him up with his cock.

Theo grabbed Stiles by his hips and thrusted in, to the hilt. Stiles yelped and moaned as Theo perfectly hit his prostate. Theo pulled out again, and plunged back in again. Over and over. Faster and harder. Stiles swore he's eyes were rolling back and seeing white as it was so intensely hard and good. Not to mention Theo's claws were pricking into his hips.

It was pain and pleasure together. But pleasure came out on top as Theo rolled his hips so precisely to hit his prostate every time. Stiles just felt a hot liquid drop on his tummy, he cummed again. "What the-oh fuck!"

Theo whistled as Stiles came for the 3rd time.

"Oh, are you trying to drain me??? Dammit!" Stiles covered his face with his hands.

"Stiles, take your hands off your face." Theo commanded. Stiles didn't listen. "Stiles, look at me." Still, Stiles did not obey. "Look at me. Watch me cum, baby." And that made Stiles follow. He wanted to see what Theo looks like when cumming.

Theo smiled at him. "Wrap your legs on my waist." Stiles followed. Theo then started climbing on the bed again. Sliding, pushing Stiles upwards on the bed, towards the headboard. Theo slid his thighs under Stiles legs. Theo smirked as he had positioned Stiles in butterfly perfectly. "Good. Heads up, Stiles. I'll definitely be knotting you."

"Y-Yeah... then you're gonna mark me, right?"

Theo's eyes widened. "You want me to? Do you know what that-"

"Yeah. Mate. For life."

Theo smiled. Stiles never ceases to amaze him. "One last chance, Stiles. Do you really want me to mark you? Claim you? Forever?"

"Yes."

Theo smiled and nodded. He then began to roll his hips again, chasing after his own release. His thrusts became faster and faster. Stiles has his hands on his sides, gripped tight on the bedsheet. Staring at Theo; moan and grunt, all through half-lidded eyes. Theo looked and sounded so sexy coming close to completion. Stiles felt Theo's thrusts get sloppy, the chimera is cumming very soon.

Theo leaned down on Stiles, took his hands in his, raised them to Stiles head level; fingers intertwined. Theo nuzzled Stiles's neck and then started to pump faster. When he felt the first bout of cum, he felt his knot swell too.

"Stay very still, Stiles. It will hurt less that way." Theo warned before biting down on Stiles's neck. Stiles took in a deep breath and tried his mightiest to stay still.

Theo just was growling low on his ear. Stiles could feel everything from Theo. His knot, his body's uncontrollable shaking from cumming, his fangs bit down on his neck, Theo's hot breath on his skin, and Theo's heartbeat against his chest. He couldn't keep it, he had to...

"I love you, Theo. For a while now." Stiles said in a very breathy tone.

Theo, still biting on his neck, could only groan and squeeze his hand in response to that. He has to keep on Stiles until his knot comes down. He has to stay in Stiles. Stay bitten on Stiles's neck.

Stiles knows this so he just hugged Theo through it. Stroking his back and the back of his neck. Repeating the 'I love you' over again.

After about 20minutes less or so, Theo let go of his neck and pulled out as well, rolling over to the side. "I love you too, Stiles."

Stiles just hummed back and cuddled into Theo's arms, his head on Theo's chest. "But, don't you dare think you can skip the courting part! You should still give me gifts, bring me on dates, show off to me, and all that werewolf things, okay?"

Theo just chuckled. "Alright. I promise." Theo wanted to sleep now, facing the other side of the bed. So he took Stiles with him. He hugged him, pulled him over on top of him, and then turned to face the other direction, setting down Stiles to little spoon him. Setting his body and limbs however Theo wanted.

Stiles didn't complain on being chimera-handled like that. Theo could carry him around if he wants too.

Then Stiles's phone rang. He reached for it trying to not wake Theo up. It was Lydia.

-Hey, Stiles! Is it your Theo time?-

-Yeah. It's done for today- Stiles said in a giggly voice which didn't escape Lydia.

-What was that tone???- Lydia said in a sing song tune.

-Wait up- Stiles dropped the voice call and called back Lydia, video call this time.

Lydia answered and she saw Stiles lying, on his favorite pillow but Theo was behind him, nuzzled on his nape, probably spooning -Ohmygosh!!! Stiles!-

Stiles just smiled goofily. Showing Theo nuzzled on his neck from behind. him to Lydia. -Yup, so... bye Lyds. We're pretty exhausted- Stiles winked.

Stiles could still hear Lydia squealing before he ended the call.

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Everything happens at a party

Warning: Knifes and guns

Word count: 1298

Summary: You and Stiles are dating and plans on going to a party, which Stiles is unsure about. But something unexpected happens when they are there.

"Hey Stiles! Are you ready for the party at Lydia's?" You said as you saw him in the doorway. "Well I was thinking of not going after everything that has happened at all the different parties." You grab his hands and dragged him in and up to your room. "Stiles, it’s a small party this time, only with friends you know. Plus nothing has happened in forever, so you don’t need to worry." You sit down next to each other at the bed. "Yeah you are probably right, so sure I will go to the party." Stiles said as he stood up. "And y/n?" You look up at his honey colored eyes, waiting for him to continue his sentence. "You are really red right now, it’s not that hot in here. Is it?" he says while smirking. You look down while kicking his ankle all flustered. "Ouch don’t kick, that's not very nice." he chuckled. "Stiles! Quit laughing at me! It’s not funny." "I’m only doing it because you are adorable." he said. "Agh! you gotta stop doing that!" you said has he dragged you up so you now were standing. "What?" he asked. He pulled you closer to him and you whispered "saying things making me want to kiss you.” “Well I don’t mind you kissing me.” He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead “I think we have to leave now if we are gonna go to that party you were talking about.” he said as he walked out of your room. With you still standing there not really ready for that party, but you walked down to him anyways.

Time jump-At the party

Everyone was there Liam, Scott, Malia, Lydia, Mason. “Wait, where is Corey?” you asked looking around for him. Mason pointed to the corner and he appeared out of thin air. “Sorry, I just thought you were someone else.” He said while he walked to an empty chair and slowly sat down. “What’s up with him, he’s not really the paranoid one in this group.” Malia asked looking from Corey to Stiles to you. “I understand it. A lot has happened in the past years.” Stiles mumbled while putting his arm around your shoulder, in an attempt to make you feel safe. “Well I’m not so sure that’s the only reason. I think someone else is actually coming.” Lydia said staring out in the air. “Oh please tell me your just joking. I’m so tired of all this.” Malia walked over to Lydia waiting for her to tell her she is joking. “I just have a bad feeling. Its not like I have seen anything. I just has this cold feeling. Like if all the doors were open.” She looked over to Scott to indicate that he had to say something, since he is after all the alpha. “mh yeah. Well we cant really do anything now if there is anything at all, since we don’t know what would happen.” He stood up and found some soda and ships. “So we might as well have a good time”

There was some uncertainty hanging in the air, but after a while and some good music, this conversation was forgotten about. Except Lydia who had to find a blanket because she just couldn’t shake off the feeling of the cold air. The same air that was filled with chatter and laughing, people falling over each other in a game of twister, warm yet so cold.

A sound of broken glass hitting the ground made everyone quiet, and someone turned of the music to hear what was going on. The cold air from outside washed over you and made you shiver. “Cold.” You said looking over to Lydia who now was standing ready to see what broke the window. The door slammed open while 3 guys ran in and one woman jumped through the broken window. “EVERYONE DOWN!” this one guy with blond hair yelled pointing a gun at them. “ON YOUR KNEES!” another guy yelled, trying to push you down. “Hey! Hands off!” Stiles yelled to the blue haired guy that was trying to push you down. “GIVE ME YOUR MONEY! TELL ME WHERE IT IS!” You look over to Scott and says “After all the supernatural we have been through. Lydia predicts a robbery. I though she was the Harbinger of Death, not a psychic.” The woman that jumped through the window looked at you like you were crazy. “The harbinger of death?” She said. “Wtf is that supposed to mean? Does she like predict death?! Because im ready to get that fulfilled for you.” She had a small knife, but big enough to kill someone if you hit them the right place. She threw it with all her power and it hit Scott in the chest. “Agh! That wasn’t really nice!” He said as he pulled the small knife out of his chest. Stiles walked over to you and sat down beside you “Hey! y/n, you ok?” he looked at the blue haired guy with an evil stare before meeting your eyes again. “Yeah, I’m ok! He just made me sit on the ground. So, its nothing.” The guy that had been quiet all this time started yelling “IM NOT KIDING WITH YOU! TELL US WHERE YOUR MONEY IS!” you looked at him tired of all this. “Ok, I’m done with this yelling.” Malia said looking at Liam and Scott. “Ah, same.” Liam said. The woman then bent down to you and asked “Are they ok? First I throw a knife at one of them, and no one really reacts, and now they talk as if this happens on a daily basis.” Stiles shrugged “well not really daily, but you are not wrong. Its usually just a little different.” You say to the woman trying to rob you. Malia’s, Scott’s and Liam’s eyes start glowing while they are looking at the men. “Oh holy shit!” the blue haired guy said running out of the house followed by the two other men. “What’s up with them? Agh! I guess I have to do everything by myself then.” She then stood up and walked over to the rest of the group. “ok sit down like those two do and tell me where your money is. Is that so god damn hard?” you looked over to Scott signaling that you are tired of the woman. You heard his roar breaking the silence and the woman turned around in fear. His eyes were glowing red and claws instead of nails. He roared again. “Finally!” you said annoyed at how long it had taken. The woman who now were terrified said “Ok. Keep your money. I don’t want it anyways.” And she ran just like the men did. “Wow. I’m just surprised none of them shot any of us when we showed them our eyes.” Scott giggled. “Scott, she threw a knife at you!” Lydia reminded him. “Yeah… but I healed didn’t I.”

Stiles drove you back home and followed you to your door. “Well i think you are right.” You said before turning to him. “right about what?” he asked. “Everything happens at the parties. Maybe we should stop going to them.” You looked him in his beautiful eyes, and you could see him smile. “Yes, you are right. Everything does happen at parties. Like our first kiss, our first fight as a couple, and us making a lot of good memories. I don’t really want to stop making those memories. At least not memories like we made at your birthday party last year.” You felt a warm feeling in your cheeks by the thought of that day. “y/n I don’t want to stop making those memories with you. As you said, something always happens at parties."

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hi! i noticed that you're into teen wolf now! can you do a fic where you're driving stiles home after you guys go to investigate a case (up to you) and you guys kiss? thanks!!

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The ride to Stiles’ house was mostly quiet, the feeling of frustration heavy in the air. The radio was off so there was nothing to listen to other than your breaths and the occasional cough.

When you pulled up out front, parking next to his Jeep, you looked over and gave him a half-hearted smile.

“You okay?” he asked once he noticed the tired expression on your face.

You nodded. “I just... feel like we’re missing something.”

“Like what?”

You shrugged. “I have no idea. I mean, it’s a Keres, it shouldn’t be that hard to find. We just need to find someone who’s killing people. That’s what they do.”

“Yeah, but how many people in Beacon Hills are murderers? And how many are women?”

You sighed. “A lot.”

“We’d have to round them all up and... I dunno... Exorcise them or something.”

“We’ve done it before. It seems like that’s all we do now.”

“I mean, it’s kinda hard to escape it.”

“This was supposed to be the year where I focus on school and my own life. Get my grades up, get a boyfriend, get a job-”

“Wait, what?”

You looked at him. “What?”

“‘Get a boyfriend’?”

“Yeah,” you said as if it was obvious.

“I could help you with that.”

“Really?” you said hopefully.

You’d been friends with Stiles for eight years, and four of them you’d had a crush on him. You never told him because he’d always been after Lydia and you didn’t think he’d ever even consider you.

“Yeah, I heard Mason, that freshman, likes you.”

“Mason?” you said defeatedly. “I’m not dating a freshman.”

“What? Why? He’s a cool guy.”

“Because I’m seventeen, Stiles. In a couple of months I’ll be an adult. I need to date someone my own age.”

“Okay... What about... Oh! the guy in our history class that sits behind you. I think he likes you.”

“Who, Ryan? No.”

“What’s wrong with Ryan?”

“Nothing’s wrong with him. He’s gay.”

He furrowed his brows. “Is he?”

“Yeah, he has a boyfriend. How did you not know that?”

He shrugged. “Well, there’s gotta be someone at Beacon Hills you like.”

You nodded. “There is.”

“Really? Who?”

“Ryan.” A confused look crossed his face. “I’m joking. But there is someone.”

“You’re not gonna tell me who?”

“No.” You shook your head.

“Why not?”

“Because, Stiles, I know you. You probably wouldn’t react the way I’d want you to.”

“Is it Derek?”

“What? No.”

“Then I don’t care.”

“Trust me, you’d care.”

“Is it a girl?” You shook your head. “Scott?” Another shake. “Liam?” Yet another shake. He was silent for a moment before his eyes took on a softer look. “Is it me?” he whispered.

You didn’t answer, but broke the eye contact, instead directing your gaze at your hands in your lap.

“I told you you’d care.”

He let out a long sigh, and it was silent for a moment.

“Wow,” was all he said. “I... don’t know what to say.”

“I don’t either. To be honest, I didn’t think I’d ever tell you.”

“Ever?” You shook your head. “Why?”

“I dunno. I didn’t know if you felt the same, and I didn’t really wanna embarrass myself-”

In a split second, he was turning your face toward his, and his lips were on yours. You wrapped your hand around his wrist and kissed him back. His hand traveled to the back of your neck, and then down to your lower back, then to your hip, then to the inside of your thigh.

He pulled away to look at you. “I do feel the same. I have for years.”

You leaned in to kiss him again before his phone started ringing in his pocket. He broke the kiss again and quickly pulled his phone out. Scott’s name was displayed across the screen and he answered.

“Hey,” he said.

“You have to get to the school, now.”

“You find something?”

“There’s six bodies here, all of them with their throats slashed.”

Stiles sighed. “Alright, we’ll be there in a few minutes.” He hung up the phone and looked at you, a blush rising to your cheeks. “You up to go back to the school?”

“Sure.”

He reached over and placed his hand on your thigh, making you smile.

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Ocean Eyes - Part 12

A/N - Finally an update!! i promise to not leave it as long for the next part.

Please like/comment/reblog, it gives me incentive to write quicker if i know people are actually enjoying my madness 💕

"You okay?" Chris asked suddenly making me jump, i thought he was asleep! He was currently wrapped around me acting as the big spoon.

"Jesus christ! You scared the crap outta me!" I chuckled quietly feeling stupid that he made me jump so bad.

"Sorry dahlin" he chuckled close to my ear "but are you okay?".

"Yeah just can't sleep, I've got so much going through my head i can't switch off"

"Its not because you're in here with me is it?"

"No of course not, this is actually just what i needed. I've missed laying in your arms...." I had caved and agreed to stay in Chris's room tonight, no funny business just sleeping. I felt Chris smile before pressing a kiss to my neck.

"I've missed this too. So what exactly is it keeping you awake beautiful? Talk to me..."

"Honestly? The whole thing with Brian.... how did he find me here??".

"I have no idea, but its very creepy!.... then again we shouldn't really be surprised, he had a habit of always knowing where you were. I got bad vibes off that guy the second i saw him".

We had called the police to report Brian but they couldn't do much about it as he technically hadn't done anything wrong, they said to call them again if we saw him around anymore.

"I don't understand why he's doing this! Its not like i led him on or anything, I've never shown that man any interest. I barely even talk to the guy!"

"He's clearly unstable"

"It scares me Chris...."

"Hey, i won't let him hurt you.... i already warned him to stay away...." Chris said through gritted teeth.

"What?...."

"It doesn't matter...."

I turned in his arms so i was now facing him "yes it does, what do you mean you warned him to stay away?"

"The day Scott and I came to get you and Mason to bring you here, you remember how he kept going on about where you were going and when you were coming back....then he asked you to dinner?"

"Oh yeah, you kinda snapped"

"Yeah.....I told him nicely to stay away from my family, that you were unavailable and uninterested.... that he should move on. I said if i found out he was harassing you still id make his life hell" he looked a little sheepish as he confessed to what had been said between the two of them.

"Well I'm guessing he didn't like to be told to stay away huh?"

"Apparently not. But lets not worry about  him right now, you need to sleep"

"Ive been trying...."

"Come here" Chris said and rolled onto his back pulling me close until i was laying with my head on his chest, his hand stroking up and down my back. Back strokes were my weakness and he knew it! "You'll be asleep in no time" he mumbled pressing a kiss to the top of my head. And he was right, with the steady thumping of his heart and his fingers stroking my back i was a goner.

I woke up alone, the bed already cold meaning Chris had been gone for a while. I reached for my phone on the bedside cabinet, it was nearly 10am!! I quickly got up and headed to the bathroom to pee and check how bad i looked. Once i was done i headed downstairs to find Chris, Mason and Scott.

"Hey" Chris smiled at me as i entered the kitchen, he was sat at the dining room table in front of his laptop.

"Hey, why didn't you wake me up?"

"You looked too peaceful, besides you didn't get to sleep til late"

I nodded walking over to kiss him "thank you" i smiled running my hand over his bearded jaw "you're the best".

Chris pulled me down into his lap and deepened the kiss until i had to pull back enough to catch my breath and we both laughed.

"Where's Mason?"

"Walking Dodger with Scott, i gave him breakfast and helped him get dressed before they left"

"He wasn't any trouble was he?"

"Not at all. He's like the best behaved kid I've ever met"

"He has his moments don't be fooled" i chuckled thinking back to some tantrums id witnessed over the years.

"I don't believe you, that kid is an angel"

"You just wait and see Evans" i laughed before getting up and walking into the kitchen so i could get a coffee and some toast.

"So um, I've got to do an online interview tonight with Jimmy Fallon" Chris followed me into the kitchen.

"Okay" i nodded.

"I just thought id let you know i'll have to disappear for a while"

"Thats fine, Mason will probably be in bed by then and i'll just stay in the living room watching a movie with Scott"

"Now i feel left out" he pouted.

Later that day we all went outback and played some Wiffle Ball to pass the time, Chris and Scott getting competitive again.

"Mom I'm tired" Mason said wrapping his arms around my waist and cuddling up against me.

"You wanna go take a nap before dinner buddy?"

"Yeah"

"Come on then" i picked him up and he rested his head on my shoulder "guys Mason needs a nap, i think you've worn him out"

"I think i need a nap too!" Scott laughed.

"Well I'm gonna make a start on dinner, you have time for a nap if you wanna"

Walking back up to the house i started struggling with Mason, he was getting too big for me to carry around now! My baby was growing up too fast!

"You want me to take him?" Chris suddenly asked, i nodded and come to a stop before passing a sleeping Mason over to Chris.

"Thanks, he's getting heavy" i said sadly.

"No problem"

"I hate that he's getting too big for me to carry him when he's tired"

"I know but its okay, I'm here to help now"

"Who's gonna carry me? Im exhausted!" Scott added making us laugh quietly so we didn't wake Mason.

The evening flew by, we all had dinner then sat and watched Toy Story with Mason. When it came to bedtime Mason insisted that Chris read him a story and of course he couldn't say no. Once he was asleep Chris headed to his office to get ready for his interview while Scott and I headed to the living room to find a movie to watch.

"Sooooo....." Scott said dragging it out to sound scandalous as he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"What?"

"What?.... don't you what me Missy! I know you spent the night with Chris! So come on spill the tea sister!"

"You're ridiculous you know that?" I rolled my eyes at him and laughed at how comical he looked right now.

"Like i care" he shrugged "come on! Tell me what happened"

"Sorry to disappoint but nothing happened we just slept"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, we're taking things slow"

"And who's decision was that?"

"We both said we don't wanna rush it"

"But you suggested it right?..... hey I'm not judging you for that" he quickly added when he saw me look away sadly.

"You're scared you're gonna get hurt again aren't you?"

"Wouldn't you be? I just wanna make sure we're gonna be okay, that its more than just sex. We were always good at that, the emotional stuff.... not so much"

We were halfway through the movie when Chris rushed in asking Scott to join him for a game that Jimmy Fallon wanted them to do.

"Really? I can't just leave Y/N on her own....."

"Go i'll be fine" i chuckled.

"Sorry dahlin, i hate leaving you on your own.... we wont be long though 15/20 minutes tops.

"Go do what you gotta do, I'm fine here watching this" i nodded to the TV.

While they were off doing the interview

I texted my mom and Hannah to check in, they were doing good all things considered. I quickly settled back in to watch the rest of the movie but was interrupted again by multiple message alerts on my phone. I looked to see it was Hannah blowing up my phone.

When i opened the thread i gasped, my heart was racing so fast.... i felt sick as my eyes landed on one thing in particular....... the headline!

"CHRIS EVANS HAS A SECRET FAMILY!"

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♞Pairing: Steo

♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken

♞Warnings: /

♞Words: 1663

♞ Writing Prompt: “Did you always know that you were going to leave?”

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for @jimmy12427

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He should’ve known better. He shouldn’t have listened. Yet, his twisted sense of loyalty drove him away from the one person he cares about most in this world. Stiles was with one foot already out of the door, but he wasn’t gone, not quite, and that has shifted his attention in the wrong direction; he let the trap snap shut. 

And now, all he can hope for is that he’s strong enough. 

Stiles pushes past Scott and Kira, who stare at him in utter confusion. Someone calls his name. He doesn’t know who, and he doesn’t slow to check. There’s no time for that. Stiles rushes to Theo, dropping onto his hands and knees when he’s close enough. Blue eyes widen in horror, but Stiles seizes his hand, digging his blunt nails into his skin. “You promised.” There’s no way in hell Stiles is going to let go of him. If he can’t pull him up, he’s going to go down with him. 

It takes a second, maybe two, then Theo tightens his grip on him as well. No matter how Theo feels about Stiles’ recklessness, he’s not going to go back on a promise. He never did, and he never will. Stiles is never going to forgive him if something goes wrong tonight, but that beats never trying and knowing if he could’ve saved him. Nothing in the world is going to stop him from trying. Not even his dad. This is what his dad would want, it’s what his father did over and over again. His dad tried everything to save the love of his life from a disease that knows no cure, and he would’ve done the same for Stiles despite knowing the outcome. 

Stiles is going to try.

Even if it kills him. 

Stiles moves around a bit, trying to get better leverage, and pulls. He can feel Theo struggle against the hold his sister has on him. The muscles in his arms move as he shifts his grip on Stiles. They’re not gaining an inch, but they’re not losing any either. Stiles is aware that nobody comes to him for help until it’s already too late. They will rush forward when Stiles is slipping, falling forward, and they will grab his legs and try to pull him up. They will most likely succeed because that’s when Theo is going to break his promise. 

That’s when Theo will let go.

“Stiles,” Scott calls, but no footsteps follow his words. “Stop it. Stiles, let go.”

Never. Grinding his teeth, Stiles doubles his efforts. His world narrows until Theo is the only thing left, his panic-stricken face, the fear in his usually so bright blue eyes. His lips are moving constantly, but Stiles can’t hear what he’s saying. Maybe he’s begging his sister to let go of him. Maybe he’s begging Stiles to think this through. Tara and he are evenly matched. In the end, it will be a matter of who can keep this up longer, and Stiles knows it won’t be him. If he had come earlier, if he had had a clear shot of Tara, he could’ve stopped this. But ifs aren’t going to save Theo. 

His muscles strain. There’s an ache in his shoulders and upper back. Stiles doesn’t stop pulling. And then, someone falls to their knees on his left. For a second, he expects them to grab him, but they don’t. Without warning, the resistance lessens. Theo’s eyes widen in surprise, darting back and forth. Stiles doesn’t seem to be the only one who thought that nobody would come. But someone did. Theo’s sweater scrunches up at his back; almost as if an invisible hand is grabbing it. Stiles’ heart lurches. Corey. Stiles talked to him, asked for his help. Although Corey didn’t decline, he told Stiles that his priority lies with Mason. 

But he’s here.

He’s here. 

Stiles glances to his left, where he presumes the invisible teenager to be and pulls harder. Theo gasps as he’s slowly but surely lifted out of the hole his sister is dragging him into. A moment later, Stiles picks up on a pained grunt that’s not coming from Theo. It doesn’t sound like Corey either. Again, he glances to his left, then pushes the thought to the side. This is something he can worry about later. Stiles, Corey, and whoever else is helping them, keep fighting against Tara. And they’re winning. 

Only a second later, Theo is freed with a jolt. His scream echoes through the tunnels. 

Panic almost drowns any and all rational thought. Once he reaches it, Stiles drags Theo out of the hole and towards him by the back of his jacket. His fingers tremble as he cups Theo’s cheeks. 

“I’m fine.” Theo offers him a smile that wouldn’t even convince a stranger. “She broke my leg, but—”

“That’s not fine.” Stiles brushes his thumbs over Theo’s skin. That’s pretty fucking far away from fine, even for a chimera. 

Tara reappears at the edge of the hole. She growls in a nightmarish way, bony fingers digging into the concrete. Her black eyes are fixed on Theo. There’s a ravenous hunger for revenge in her eyes, but she doesn’t pull herself out of the hole. Her brother is out of her reach, or perhaps, she senses something else. Whatever it is, Stiles breathes a sigh of relief when she lowers herself back down and vanishes into the darkness. 

Stiles squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath. That’s one less thing to worry about. The worst part, however, is yet to come. Even if they’re not his pack anymore, they’re still his friends. Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Stiles presses a kiss to Theo’s forehead. “Stick close to me,” he whispers. 

Liam steps forward, his growl echoing in the tunnels underneath the city. “He’s not getting out of here.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Stiles reaches inside his left sleeve and pulls a knife out of its sheath. Black liquid drips from its tip. The Dread Doctors luckily kept their wolfsbane sedative behind. Stiles knew it would come in handy, that’s why he perfected it. With a bit of help, that is. A single knick with the knife should be enough to knock a beta out for at least half an hour. Scott would need more, but Stiles doubts Scott is going to do anything. Not to him at least. 

“You can’t take us by yourself.” 

Kira shoots Liam a nervous look. Lydia widens her eyes. 

“I don’t have to.” Not with Corey on their side. Whatever loyalty binds Corey and Hayden to Theo, he’ll take it. Perhaps they rather have an honest yet terrible alpha than a liar. It’s hard to blame them, and in the end, it doesn’t even matter. Stiles is going to make sure Theo is not going to be manipulated by someone like Deucalion ever again. Not that Deucalion will ever be able to manipulate anybody.

“No.” Scott rushes forward. “Corey, wai—”

That’s his signal. Stiles pulls the vial of mountain ash out of the pocket of his jeans and smashes it on the ground. The black powder settles in a fine line right in front of his feet, stopping Scott in his tracks. Deaton may never have been the most talkative person, but he wasn’t a bad teacher. Or perhaps, Stiles is simply a good student. 

“Don’t do this.” 

Stiles looks at Scott, wondering where exactly they went wrong, or if maybe they never fit at all. “For someone so against killing, you seemed pretty okay with watching Tara kill Theo.” 

“You don’t understand. We—”

“I understand more than you think.” Stiles returns the knife to its sheath. “We’re done here.” He glances at Jordan, who nods briefly, and turns around. 

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Morrell is fussing over Hayden, eyebrows drawn together in concentration, while Jordan is trying his best to calm Valerie down in the other room. The door is slightly ajar, and Stiles is painfully aware of the horror and confusion getting stronger with every passing second. Hayden should’ve told her sooner, not that Stiles is one to complain. He didn’t tell his dad until it was almost too late as well.

With a sigh, Stiles squeezes Corey’s shoulder, who hasn’t moved from Hayden’s side ever since they got here, and turns around to find Theo still standing on the balcony. 

“I don’t trust her,” Theo tells him before Stiles even closed the door behind him. If Morrell heard anything, she doesn’t react to it. 

Stiles folds his arms over his chest. “You need an emissary.”

“She was Deucalion’s emissary.” 

“Yes, because she is the best emissary you could possibly find.” 

Theo purses his lips. He looks ready to start their usual argument again, even though Stiles had made abundantly clear multiple times that he is not going to be Theo’s emissary. It’s not a role he is ready to fill when he’s in love with the alpha. That’s not how these things work. He would have favorites. He wouldn’t be able to think rationally, and that’s something an emissary has to do. After a moment, Theo sighs. “Did you always know you were going to leave?”

Stiles frowns. “Leave what?” 

“Scott’s pack.” Theo folds his arms over his chest and leans back against the balcony rail. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“It’s not hard to leave a pack you’re not really a part of.” He has been for a while, but things changed after Allison’s death, and then Scott made it abundantly clear that he’s not wanted in his pack when he confronted him about Donovan. “Besides, someone needs to keep you in check.”

Theo raises a brow. “Isn’t that usually an emissary’s job?”

“I’m still carrying a poisoned knife,” Stiles reminds him. 

Laughing, Theo curls his fingers into Stiles’ hoodie and pulls him close. “Thanks for saving my life,” he whispers, “I owe you one.” 

“Sure.” Stiles wraps his arms around Theo’s shoulders, grinning as he leans down, and presses their mouths together. This is the pack, he is never going to leave. 

[homosexualrodent]

I’m just watching this over an over again, and it breaks my heart.

I know he’s done some bad shit, like murdery stuff, but he was only a kid. This rant has been shared probably a million times before, and you’ve probably heard it, but Theo truly deserves better.

When I was nine, I was in the fourth fucking grade. I started playing soccer then and I remember that was when I was old enough to be part of this music program at school. Grade four was when I was allowed to be on the cross country team and the track and field team. The biggest problems in my life were that I was had petty drama and was getting grounded for spending too much time on the iPad. When Theo was around that age, before the dread doctors, he was probably getting excited about small stuff like that too. Life then was so inconsequential, so innocent and easy, and that was stolen from him before he could really live.

His young mind was corrupted and manipulated. He watched his sister drown and freeze to death, but the dread doctors are at fault for that. How could he have understood what was going on? He was easy prey. A weak, sick, vulnerable and lonely child with a naive mind. They promised him power and a pack, but they killed his family and stole any semblance of peace he may have had. They cut him open and they sewed him up like a puppet. They probably threw him around because in the end, he only mattered to them to an extent. Theo wasn’t one of the dread doctors, he was their pet. They fed him their scraps and treated him poorly, so he had to learn to protect himself and get his job done or he’d die. Some people really have the nerve to say Theo should’ve just stopped if he knew it was wrong, but if he stopped or ran, it wouldn’t matter how successful he was, he’d be tortured or killed. And maybe he couldn’t understand how wrong it was. When you spend half your life living with terrible people, your morality can get damaged because your need to survive trumps all else. When you grow up surrounded by violence and blood and torture and murder, you become desensitized to it. So even as a kid, Theo had been scarred by the cruelest part of the world; there was no way he was going to come out of that a truly good person.

A lot of people forget that while you can pretend you’re feeling an emotion, like fake a smile or force out tears, you can’t actually make yourself feel something. You can have something trigger an emotion, but you can’t fake chemosignals the way you can fake a laugh. When Stiles and Liam found Theo at Tara’s bridge, Liam smelled grief. When Theo shot Malia, Malia smelt regret, so Theo knows how to feel and he didn’t take all that much pride in the thinks he did.

I don’t think anyone deserves to go to that purgatory that Kira sent Theo to, but regardless, Theo found his way there. What matters is that when he came out, he was a changed person. He wasn’t a new person, because you can’t erase your past or forget all that trauma, but he felt guilty. He let Tara rip his heart out. He made the choice to sacrifice himself for Liam. He decided to stay in Beacon Hills. When he got kidnapped, he didn’t tell them anything about the pack even though he could have. He went back for Liam. He tried to take Mason’s pain and the he did take Gabe’s pain. Theo thought that Gabe, the guy who tried to kill all of them, deserved at least a painless death because Theo no doubt saw how his own life could have easily ended the same way. Gabe was an asshole, and he didn’t get a character arc, but he was still a victim and so was Theo.

And so taking me back to that gif of Theo, he’s laying on the backseat of his truck and pulling a probably too small blanket over his body. If you look at him, and I mean really look at him, you can see how terribly sad he looks. When was the last time Theo got a restful sleep in a real bed? When was the last time Theo slept somewhere safe? When’s the last time you think Theo wasn’t hungry? When’s the last time you think someone cared about Theo and hugged him? When’s the last time someone said ‘I love you’ or ‘you matter’ or ‘I care what happens’ to you to Theo?

Theo has been alone for so long. He’s been surviving, not living. He’s been fighting too hard for people to look at him and not see how far he’s come. Yes, Theo’s a murderer. But he’s fractured and traumatized and he’s only eighteen. He deserved more than to be casted off again by the pack. His development should have been acknowledged more on the show and he should’ve gotten at least a hug. We can write fanfiction all we want about how Theo got into the pack, or got with Liam, or moved into somewhere safe, but nothing like that really happened in the show. Maybe Theo’s still a benchwarmer, waiting for Scott’s beck and call. Maybe Theo’s living in the sewers again or still in his truck. Maybe Theo never gets what he deserved.

I’m not saying Theo has to be your favourite character, but you can’t look at a kid sleeping in his truck with that kind of anguish in his eyes and think he still deserves all of the pain he carries around.

All of the pack has been through something terrible, but Theo got some of the worst of it.

[caramelcal]

The Truth Hurts... {part seven}

Every time your soulmate lies, a mark presents itself on your body. In a world like this, people normally told the truth so that their soulmate didn’t have to deal with the consequences. But your soulmate? They seemed persistent to make your life hell, and mark your body until there was no skin left.

Word Count: 1.4k

a/n: I know this is a little bit shorter but I didn’t want to blend episode 8 and 9 together so I finished off 8 on this one. This all feels a bit like a summary but that’s because I couldn’t really incorporate y/n into it, but it needed to happen. You guys will understand why soon :) I’ll get the next part up very soon considering nothing that important happened in this chapter so don’t worry :) As always, I hope you enjoy and requests are open :)

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Lydia and Mason stood beside you, giving comforting smiles to a very nervous Corey. He was a chimera, you all believed, so giving him the book was a way that you could try and jump start any memories that Corey might have of him coming across them. 

“Sorry I’m only on chapter two. I’m kind of a slow reader,” Corey said shyly, and you almost ‘aww’d at how adorable he was. He might have only been two years younger than you but he was just so adorable. 

“Oh that’s okay Corey,” Mason soothed with a small smile.

Scott chose this moment to arrive, bursting into the room like a man on a mission as he spoke, “He’s right. We don’t have time for that anyway,” Lydia started to object but it was too late, Scott’s claws were already in the back of Corey’s neck, the smaller boy letting out a gasp of surprise, bottom lip trembling as his mouth opened. Scott was trying to get his memories in an incredibly stupid way. 

Scott had never tried it before, and it made you angry that he had done it so carelessly. You get that he was on edge, wanting to find Liam and Hayden but endangering that poor boy’s life with so much ease was beyond wrong. 

When Theo, Malia and Stiles came into the room you knew that they could probably sense your bubbling anger at Scott. Whilst Theo asked questions, he moved around towards you, sending you a look to ask if you were alright. You didn’t answer him, ignoring that he even sent you the look to begin with as he asked, “Is it as dangerous as it looks?”

“Probably more,” Was Stiles’ cool reply. How were they all so calm about how reckless Scott was being?

“Definitely more,” Was your snappy reply, eyes glaring through Scott’s head as they all shared uneasy glances between each other. Your clipped words towards Scott was enough for them to notice the bubbling anger that could erupt like a volcano inside you any moment. 

“Does anyone know if it’s working?”

As if that was a cue, Scott’s claws retracted from Corey’s neck, both of them panting. You quickly marched forward and despite Scott moving back anyway, pushed him out of your way as you crossed over to Corey. You had pushed him into Stiles, causing the boy to look up at you again but you rolled your eyes, turning your attention back to Corey. 

“What the hell did you do to me?” Corey called out in pain, clutching the back of his neck. 

“You’ll be alright. You’ll heal.”

“Scott...” Stiles started but he was cut off by Scott shouting.

“He’ll be fine!”

Furiously, you turned to Scott who seemed to pay no care in the world that he endangered the boy’s life, “Oh really Scott? Will he? Peter, you know the one that’s a bit of a psycho? He doesn’t even like to do that, and you just walked up to Corey like it was nothing! You endangered the boy’s life! What the hell is wrong with you!”

“He’ll be fine!” Scott roared again, his eyes turning red as he faced you. But he wasn’t your alpha, not in the same way he was Liam’s. He couldn’t control you.

You went to speak again but Theo quickly put a hand over your shoulder, guiding you out of the room quickly before you could say anything else. His hands were firm on your shoulders, “You need to calm down, okay?”

“He endangered the boy’s life, Theo! How can anyone be cool with this?” 

“I know he did and I know you’re angry but right now we need to find Liam and Hayden. Then you can be mad at him all you want, cuss him out till the sun rises.” 

You softly smirked at Theo, “Oh don’t worry, I will.”

. . .

After you had all figured out where Liam and Hayden were actually being kept instead of rushing to conclusions like Scott, you refused to let Theo go himself to save them. He had been against you coming in case the Dread Doctors were there, but you weren’t taking no for an answer.

“Liam? Hayden?” 

“No Theo, don’t!” Liam called out but it was too late. After Theo had caught sight of the two, he wasted little time before grabbing onto the fence, not realizing it was electrified. Electricity ran through his veins as he fell to the ground, unconscious you believed. 

You knelt down beside him, checking he was alright. There was no doubt that he’d be back conscious soon, and hopefully would be more help than he is on the floor. You turned back towards the two younger teenagers, “How can I get you guys out of here?”

“You’re human, y/n. You wouldn’t be able to withstand the power of the electricity.” 

You shifted from foot to foot, glancing nervously at the two before looking back at the gate, “I’ll try if I have to.”

“I don’t think you will,” Liam said, glancing down at where Theo groaned at your feet. This immdeiately caught your attention as you knelt down beside him as he opened his eyes. 

“Do you need help up?” You asked him, to which he shook his head with a small groan and began to stand up, his face contorting in pain while he does so. Once he is up, Liam rushes over, standing only about a foot away on the other side of the fence. 

He is clutching his arm, a clear indication that the Dread Doctors have done something to him, “You think you can get help?”

Liam seems scared and small, a thing that you weren’t used to when it came to the small, beta boy. However, you don’t have long to dwell on that as Theo talks, “I am the help.”

He walked over to the fence, preparing for what he has to do as Liam stood back, joining Hayden’s side. Theo places his hands on the fence, electricity running through his veins when he pulls the two fences apart. Electricity sparked around them, and just the sheer amount of pain and electricity that was running through Theo made his eyes turn golden and fangs protrude out of his mouth. 

When the fence was parted, you rushed over to Liam, crushing into him with a strong hug. He put his arms around you, hugging you as tightly as he could with his still injured arm before you both broke free. You looked at both of them, giving Hayden a small reassuring smile as you spoke, “How about we get you guys out here, huh?”

. . .

Worry. That’s what you could feel when you looked back at the two kids in the back seat. Sure, there was relief, relief that you and Theo had found them but Hayden was hurt, and she was hurt bad. You didn’t need to be a genius to know that something was different: she wasn’t healing like she should have been. 

A hand fell into yours, fingers intertwining and giving your hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance; reassurance that everything was going to be okay. Your eyes met Theo’s as he gave you a small smile, one that you tried your best to reciprocate. With one hand on the wheel he continued to drive back to Scott’s house, to give Liam and Hayden shelter and comfort so that they could recharge and feel safe once again. 

If there was one thing about the gesture that Theo made it was that it did ease your nerves ever so slightly, giving you a quick breather without the anxiety that you had been filled with for the past couple of weeks. He felt safe, and safety and comfort was what you needed. 

When Scott, Malia and Mason arrived back home, they looked defeated that they couldn’t find and save Hayden and Liam. However, it was all quickly changed when they seen them sleeping next to Lydia, who gave them a comforting smile. 

Your hand was still held inside Theo’s, his thumb lightly running over your palm when Scott’s eyes caught onto his. He let go of your hand and went over to embrace Scott in a reassuring hug, and in that moment everything seemed fine. In that moment it seemed that there was an inkling of hope, hope that you would maybe defeat the Dread Doctors. This was a win for the pack, to have gotten Hayden and Liam back, so why did it feel like there was something else going on, something bigger? Why did it feel like it was too easy?

[thehollowprince]

Sterek, Thiam, & Queerbaiting, Oh My!

(Or how racism and homophobia suppressed the actual representation of gay men in the show that fandom so desperately claimed they wanted.)

So, I'm just going to come out and say it right off the bat: neither of these ships were actually queerbaiting. As a matter of fact, I'd say that those ships just by themselves (and the fandoms that rose around them) were low-key homophobic. The reason I say this isn't just because of the large number of women in this fandom that fetishize mlm sexuality, nor is it about those who attack anyone who has any critique of those ships, its just about the ships themselves.

Now, one could argue that those ships arose from the fandom, and that is true, forever linking canon and fanon in the worst possible way, but this is more to do with the fact that the production of this show cowtowed to the vocal fans on Twitter and put moments in there that, while not explicitly canon, was a not-so-subtle nod to those "fans" that harassed people over crack ships.

Of course, I've been over this before, the pedophilic nature of Sterek and the outright abusive elements to Thiam, but those very real complaints (from an actual gay man like myself) always fall on deaf ears or is usually met with the whole "fiction doesn't affect reality" spiel. And this is incredibly frustrating (or even downright infuriating) to those of us who have had to live with these stereotypes because of our sexuality. To this day there are people out there who equate gay men with pedophiles. That's one of the major talking points for these anti-LGBT religious groups and there's an entire group of people on the internet who are dedicated to promoting a predatory style relationship (Sterek).

What makes the popularity of Sterek so infuriating, is the fact that we had Danny right there. Danny was present in the second episode of the series. We were introduced to him before there was any kind of interaction between Stiles and Derek, and yet he is continually slept on by the fandom, and then by the production as a result of the fandom, which eventually led to Danny just disappearing from the show entirely. To add insult to injury, Danny was practically everything Fandom was crying for when it came to gay representation. He was handsome with a nice body, smart and funny, and everyone liked him, and yet there's usually cricket chirps whenever he's mentioned. Something similar happened to Scott - a character that who stuck fast to his morals and was just an all around good person, and yet so many people violently hated him. Now what could Danny and Scott have in common that made so many people look past them? Gee, I wonder?

Moving forward, once Sterek was no longer a possibility, rather than focus on, I don't know, Mason, a character that was tailor-made for the fandom, they once again make up a crack ship to flock around (Thiam) rather than focus on the actual, consensual relationship that was made up of actual gay characters.

But you may be saying to yourself, "at least these two (Theo and Liam) were around the same age", and you would be right in that regards. But what makes this ship bad, is that it's rooted entirely in first deceit and then later in physical violence. I remember very vividly seeing someone say that Liam and Theo punching each other was how they expressed their affection and I was horrified by that. How many times a day on this app do we see posts floating around that domestic violence is wrong? And then how many times do you see a ship (usually a crack ship) that a fandom loves rooted in physical violence? The disconnect is terrifying.

All of this while Mason and Corey were right there, being cute and in love and everything that fandom claims they want when it comes to representation, yet they're totally ignored in favor of the two straight characters beating the shit out of one another. This is why so many franchises revolving around these "macho men" are able to thrive, even though so many people (mostly women) in fandom claim they want softer men. And yet, whenever a softer man is presented, particularly if they're a man of color, they're brushed aside.

And that's just mlm representation! You hear almost nothing when it comes to wlw representation, unless its to get the women "out of the way".

This all comes down to the racism that permeates every level of fandom. I'm not saying this is intentional, because we've all done it. Hell, I did it. When I joined the Teen Wolf fandom, I followed pro-Sterek blogs and reblogged Sterek posts, because I wanted to be accepted in the fandom, and I bought into the propaganda that was fanon!Sterek. I read the metas and the fics and decided to believe in those instead of what I saw on the screen with my own two eyes. Thankfully, I snapped out of it, but that's why Sterek (and later Thiam) dominated fandom spaces, even making their way to polls for "Best Couple" on many websites.

And then, when these ships don't become canon, fandom screams QUEERBAITING!!! Even though those ships were something made up entirely by the fandom and never something that production considered being canon.

Another big part of how the situation gets as bad as it does is that fandom misunderstands (either accidentally or deliberately) what racism actually means. It's not just the throwing of slurs, it's the preference of the white character over the character of color, even though the latter has everything they said they wanted. Racism is reducing characters of color to stereotypes, such as a brown or brown person being violent (Tamora and Kali) or the sexually obsessed Latino (Scott) or the untrustworthy negro (Deaton and Morrell). Hell, even Boyd was thrust into the silent negro stereotype for some reason.

Now this part, this is as much the production's fault as it is the fandoms, because while the former introduced those concepts (or even if fandom thinks they introduced those concepts) fandom then takes them and blows them out of proportion. How many times have I gotten an ask from that one anon telling me that Scott was "obsessed" with Allison? How many times have I seen metas about how Deaton was "untrustworthy" because he didn't share his every waking thought? How many times did we see particular blogs slut-shame Braeden because she engaged in a consensual relationship with Derek?

And the thing about those is, yes, the original idea was introduced in the show, such as Scott's relationship with Allison or Deaton only offering advice when asked or Derek and Braeden flirting, but fandom took them and cranked them up to eleven in an effort to make these characters look horrible. This is something we don't see at all when it comes to their white counterparts. Stiles is never described as "obsessed" by the fandom despite his fixation on Lydia. Peter is almost never described as "untrustworthy" by the fans despite lying and decieving people all the time. Neither Lydia or Malia are called sluts for being sexually active despite not being in relationships.

When Derek repeatedly assaults Stiles (or Scott, not that fandom cared), it's seen as quirky or romantic (same with Thiam), but when Scott hits Isaac or Jackson, in scenes that were very specifically shown to be comedic, its seen as abusive and violent. Stiles asking Danny if he's "attractive to gay guys" or pausing after Caitlin asked him if he liked guys is deemed proof that he's bisexual, but Scott's interactions with Isaac and Danny (or even Stiles himself), where had they been a guy and a girl, it would have clearly been an intimate moment, is still considered absolutely straight by fandom.

So what's the difference?

It's the racism.

The real kicker at the end of the day here is that fans cry queerbaiting, all the while they're actively sleeping on the actual gay representation that's there. It doesn't fit their aesthetic, so they ignore it, and then wonder why mlm relationships are going down in television. I'm not saying we shouldn't want or demand more representation in media, but people can't be so ignorant as to outright ignore the representation they're given and then wonder why they're not getting more.

Well, this got way longer than I originally intended and I hope I'm not just screaming into the void, but this is an issue that's still relevant, all these years after Teen Wolf ended.

[justauthoring]

No Reason To (46/50)

Prompt: “And I guess… when it comes down to it, I trust you.”

A/N: So, here it is! Officially onto the final half of the season! Only four more parts after this one. Which is just absolutely.... crazy.

Anyways, the next few parts will be a bit different then normal but I think it’s worth it and a lot of you seemed to like the idea of it as well. So, hopefully you all enjoy it!

Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. As usual, I hope you all enjoyed!

AGAIN, remember if you’d like me to continue this series, just leave a little comment or an ask letting me know. I will NOT continue the series if no one wants me to.

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Pairing: Stiles x McCall!Reader

Based off of: Teen Wolf 06x11 & 06x12

“It’s amazing! It’s just... It’s amazing...”

Smiling softly, you duck your head down as you slowly push open the doors to the hospital, pulling your keys out of your bag for your car. “I’m glad, Stiles,” you whisper softly, “it does all sound really... amazing.”

He chuckles, and you can imagine the amount of boxes piled around him in his dorm that’s he’s refused to put away yet because that’s just the way he is. You can imagine the only thing he’s probably really unpacked is a bed to sleep on, and clothes for school. And you can imagine what it’ll be like when you get there next week, and how good it’ll be able to be in his arms again.

Because it’s been too long.

Slipping into your car, you set down your bag in the seat next to you with a huff, blowing that hair that had fallen into your face out. You shuffle in your seat, happy to be in your warm car despite how hot it had been all day, it had really cooled off in the evening. 

“I can’t wait for you to see it all.”

“Me too,” you smile softly, glancing down at your lap as you fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “But mainly I can’t wait to see you.”

“Just a week more,” Stiles reminds, voice gentle. “You think you can handle that?”

You snort, “I’ve handled the past three months haven’t I?” You quirk a brow challengingly, pushing your key into the ignition and turning it so your car is on. You wince when you realize how late it is. Mom was right when she said you were taking on far too much, it was already past ten’o’clock and you’d been here since eleven in the morning. 

“Besides, i’m sure it’s you whose struggling without me,” you add after a moment, “have you even unpacked anything besides your bed-sheets?”

“I unpacked some... clothes for class.”

“The one you needed my help buying may I remind.”

“Okay, okay,” Stiles relents with a snort. “I’ll admit, you’re better at keeping me in check then I am myself. But, to be fair, I’ve been too excited to care really otherwise.”

You nod, humming softly. “I’m really happy for you, Stiles. Truly.”

Stiles doesn’t really respond, he hums softly in return and doesn’t even really need to say anything for you to know he’s smiling brightly at your words. While the past few months have been difficult being apart, you called whenever you could. And Stiles was busy adjusting and getting used to the new environment to notice too much, and you’d taken on more shifts where you could at the hospital and even a little at the school towards the end of summer to help distract yourself.

Something told you Stiles was doing a lot better then you were being miles apart.

Inhaling deeply, you shoulders fall. “Well, I really should head home. It’s late and...”

“Oh, yeah... yeah, of course.”

Biting your lip, you swallow thickly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Stiles says with ease, no hesitation. “And i’ll see you in a week.”

You smile at his words, but can’t fight the forbidding feeling welling in your stomach. You can’t rightly explain it, but while you were excited, more than, to see Stiles in a week; it just felt as if something was going to go wrong.

“I’ll see you in a week.”

You press end, pulling your phone from your ear and letting it fall on the seat next to you. You hesitate a moment before shifting your car into drive, gripping the steering wheel tightly in your hands as you let your forehead fall against it.

“Just a week,” you whisper to yourself. “One more week.”

-

“Oh, Liam.”

Slowing at the bottom of steps, Liam blinks at the sight of you. “Hey Y/N,” he pauses, frowning slightly, “You’re home... late.”

“Yeah,” you shrug, gesturing to your bag. “Hospital needed help with some things.”

Liam nods, stepping forward as you slip your shoes off, letting your bag drop to the floor. Silence echoes for a moment, before your mind clicks with realization of something. “Hey, you excited for senior year?”

Liam blinks, “kinda,” he shrugs, “gonna be weird without you guys here.”

You let out a lightly chuckle. “I can imagine. But,” and then you smile, brightly and warmly, meeting Liam’s gaze without hesitance. “I’m sure it’ll all work out. And hey! If you ever need help with school or something, i’m only a phone call away.”

Chuckling lightly, Liam smiles at you as you walk up the steps. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“No problem,” you nod, “Scott upstairs?”

“Yeah, he’s... he’s packing.”

“Ah, okay. Well, see you later?”

“Yeah, see you later.”

He moves to pull on his shoes and you send him one last wave with a bright smile, before turning to walk up the steps. The walk to Scott’s room is a short one, and the doors already open when you get there. You smile as you notice him trying to close a completely too full suitcase that looks as if it’s about to burst at the seams and even his werewolf strength isn’t enough to keep it shut.

“I think you need a bigger suitcase.”

Pulling to a stand, Scott glances back at you with a blink of surprise before glancing back down at the suitcase. “Yeah,” he mumbles, scratching at the back of his head. “I think you may be right.”

“Here,” you say gently, stepping into his room with ease and gesturing to the suitcase. “You push, i’ll zip.”

Scott frowns, shaking his head. “Liam and I already--”

“Just,” you cut in, turning to him as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Trust me?”

Meeting your eyes, Scott hesitates a moment before letting out a soft laugh. Holding his hands up in mock surrender, he nods, “okay,” he eases, stepping forward and grabbing the lid of his suitcase, pulling it down and pushing it shut. You act quick, grabbing the zipper and pulling. You manage to maneuver it all the way around until it’s completely zipped and shut.

Leaning back, you smile; “there, done.”

Scott falls back against his bed with a huff of relief, hands sprawling up above him as he cheers teasingly. You laugh lightly at the sight, quirking a brow down at him as he simply just glances back up at you. “I was sure I was never going to get that suitcase shut,” he breathes.

Snorting, you kick his leg lightly so he’ll move it, allowing you room to sit down. You do so with a light sigh, shoulders somewhat slumped as you glance around Scott’s room and how, even though not everything’s gone, it seems and feels so... barren.

Scott isn’t oblivious to your reaction either.

“Hey,” he calls softly, pushing himself up to his elbow. “You start packing yet?”

You shrug; “a little. Been too busy to.”

Sitting up completely next to you, Scott’s shoulder softly bumps into your own. “You’re not excited to go to Washington?”

“Of course i’m excited to go to Washington,” you say quickly, perhaps a little too quickly, turning to look at Scott. You sigh when you notice the look on his face, it pretty clear he sees completely through your forced lie. He’s knows you too well not to. “I am,” you reassurance, “it’s just... everything’s changing so quickly, you know? Malia’s leaving for Paris, Lydia got accepted into MIT, Stiles is training to be a freaking FBI agent, you’re going to be Vet Technician... and I still don’t even know what I want to do.”

“Y/N...”

Swallowing thickly, you glance down at your lap. “It just feels like everyone else is so organized. I mean, I’m excited to go to Washington and be with Stiles, God knows I am... but, i’m not going there for myself. I can’t remember the last time i’ve done something for myself.”

Scott’s hand falls over your own; “is there any colleges or universities there that interest you?”

You want to say yes. But part of you wants to say no too. Because you’ve looked. You’ve looked so incredibly hard but nothing seemed to feel right for you. And all you can really manage to say to Scott is a simple and somewhat lost; “I don’t know.”

Frowning, Scott swallows thickly. “I can hold off a week? I’m sure it’d be okay. Wait until--”

“Absolutely not,” you cut in before Scott even has the chance to say anything more. “Scott, no,” you whisper, squeezing his hand in your own. “I won’t hold back your life just because I don’t know what i’m doing with mine. You should go and you should be happy. I’ll... I’ll be okay. I’ll figure it out.”

Swallowing slowly, Scott nods, hesitant. “If you’re sure...”

“I am,” you smile, “of course, I am.”

-

“Oh, my gosh. You two brought me dinner? That’s really nice--”

“No,” Mason cuts in, “it’s not dinner.”

Turning at the sound of Mason’s voice, your brows furrow in confusion at the sight him and Liam. Your eyes flicker down the bagged container in Mason’s hands, understanding why your mother would assume it’s food. But, obviously, it’s not and that’s what catches your attention, picking up the speed in your step as you move towards them.

“It’s not dinner?”

You reach them just as Melissa glances into the bag, pulling it open enough that you manage a peek at it too. Your lips curve into an expression of disgust at the sight of it, pulling back similarly to how your mother does. “It’s definitely not dinner.”

Liam steps forward, meeting your eyes briefly before glancing over at Melissa. “We were hoping you could take a look at it for us.”

“Well,” Melissa smiles sweetly, “I was hoping that someone was going to bring me dinner. Now is not the time for a rat autopsy. So, take this and get yourselves out of here.”

“No, but we really--”

Melissa chuckles lightly, mockingly, pointing her finger at them; “no, out.”

Liam and Mason visibly slump in defeat, and with a light laugh, you turn to your mother. “Here,” you offer gently. “Dinner.”

Her eyes visibly brighten. “You’re a saviour,” leaning forward, she presses a quick kiss to your cheek. “Are you volunteering tonight?”

“No,” you shake your head, “but, I might go do a rat autopsy.”

Rolling her eyes, Melissa nods, pointing a finger at the two younger boys. “Keep them out of trouble.”

“Always!”

Picking up the speed in your step, you rush to catch up with Liam and Mason. “Boys, wait up!” They recognize your voice, slowing to a step with ease as you side-step nearly being hit and race around to get to them. They blink at you in surprise when you reach them, shaking their heads in confusion as you simply just blink up at them.

“So, what’s going on with the rat?”

It’s their turn to blink, dumbfounded, as they glance at one another before Mason lowers his gaze to the bag in his hands. “Um...--”

“--You started it. Back off!”

Gasping out in surprise, your eyes widen when you notice a man shoving another man back, both injured but clearly not really caring as they aggressively assault one another and spit words of insult towards each other. Your lips frown at the sight, not used to seeing such an act in the hospital of all places; and you’ve been spending a lot of your time here recently.

“Hey, now, that’s called assault!”

“Can I get security over here?” Melissa calls aloud, keeping her distance from the men.

Liam steps forward before you can stop him, moving to step in between the two men. He turns to the man who’d pushed the other, calling out as gently as he can; “sir, you need to calm down.”

But he’s interrupted by a sharp punch to the nose.

“Liam!”

He finds his feet quickly and your eyes widen when you notice the glow to his eyes and the fangs protruding from his mouth. One glance around and you know a lot more than just you and Mason have noticed it; including the man who’d punched him. “What the... What...”

The security guards arrive then, rushing to grab the two men who’d started the fight in the first place and therefore surrounding Liam. Your eyes widen when you notice the deep cuts he’s caused in his palms from trying to hide his claws. “Liam,” you call out, hoping he can hear you. You try to make your way over to him, but get blocked along the way, and you can tell Mason is trying to do same.

And in the midst of the chaos, you manage to lose him.

-

“You two cannot do that!”

Pausing, both Mason and Liam spin to face you as you slam your car door shut behind you. Their eyes widen when they notice how angry you are, taking a small shuffle back as you rush forward, crossing your arms over your chest with a deep-set frown. 

For a moment silence echoes.

You quirk a brow, as if waiting for them to speak, expecting a explanation; they glance at each other and then back to you.

“You ran off!” 

“Oh,” Mason mumbles, “we thought it was--”

“Fine?” You cut in sharply, shaking your head at them. “Are you kidding me?” Whirling round to set your attention on Liam, you narrow your eyes at him. “You lost control in the hospital, Liam! People saw! You’re not even the least bit concerned?”

Shrugging, Liam blinks, “people have seen far worst in Beacon Hills.”

“That’s not the point, and you know it isn’t,” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. Stepping towards the two boys, you press a finger against Liam’s chest. “The point is it was you they saw. You. And I know Scott would agree with me.”

You hit a pressure point mentioning his alpha, you know. But you need him to understand, especially if you all weren’t going to be around soon to watch them.

“Look,” Liam sighs, “i’m sorry. I’m working on it, okay?”

“He really is,” Mason nods, hopeful that you’re a little less angry.

Letting out a sigh, your hand drops to your side. Taking a step forward, you wrap your arms around the both of them, pulling them close. It’s a bit awkward given that they’re a tad bit taller then you and you know they weren’t expecting you to just full on embrace them. But, you don’t relent your grip, squeezing them tightly.

Liam and Mason hesitant a moment, surprised.

“I just worry about you both,” you whisper, “that’s all.”

Setting his arm around your waist, Liam squeezes gently, as Mason pats your shoulder lightly.

“We know,” Liam whispers, “we’re sorry.”

“We really are.”

Pulling back, you shake your head at them, “I’m being silly. Sorry,” taking a step back, you move towards your car. “Go... study or whatever you were going to do,” then you pause, pointing a finger at them, “but you should study. Studying is good.”

Liam and Mason chuckle, nodding at you and waving as they turn and make their way into the school. You pause by your car, watching them until they’re both completely inside and out of eyesight. And then you let your eyes wander across the school, one of which you spent so much of your life in and now, was no longer even apart of it. 

It’s funny how fast things change. How it can happen with a single blink of the eye and then, everything’s just different.

Everyone was leaving, moving on with their lives. And you found yourself stuck, loss, unsure. Were you just going to Washington for Stiles? Or did you really hope to find something there for yourself? You wanted to be with Stiles, to see him, of course you did. But... you also had to find out what you wanted to do with your life, not just watch other people move on with their own.

Letting out a sigh, you move to stand up, moving towards your car door, however the sound of growling catches your attention. It’s faint, but loud enough that you can even hear it. And your head turns in the direction of the school when you realize it’s coming from there. And, it’s a lot of growling, faint banging, your first thought being Mason and Liam.

You shut your car door, rushing to the school doors and following the direction of where the growling is coming from best you can. It takes you a while, but eventually you manage to pinpoint the source, eyes widening when you turn down the hallway only to find Mason being knocked back and slammed into a set of lockers.

His name leaves your lips in a cry of worry, catching the attention of both Liam and a... Hellhound? as you come rushing in. You don’t notice it, too worried about reaching Mason, but something about you seems to catch the attention of the Hellhound and it turns it’s focus away from Liam and onto you, rushing towards you. 

“Y/N!”

It’s Liam and you blink when you feel an arm slam against you, pushing you up against the lockers directly next to Mason’s limp body. A cry of surprise leaves your lips as his arm moves to your neck, pinning you back and blocking off your airway as you struggle to breathe. It takes you a moment to catch yourself, eyes widening in confusion when the man you don’t recognize leans close, as if feeling for something.

“No,” he growls, “it’s not you either.”

You just huff, eyes flashing purple as you force him back, releasing your neck so you can breathe. The minute he’s off of you, you inhale sharply, catching your breath as you swipe your hand out before yourself, holding the man in place. Flames won’t work on him for obvious reasons, but you can hold him in place for Liam.

“Y/N,” Liam calls, slamming a locker door against the Hellhounds head, “Mason!”

Once you’re sure he’s got the man, you move towards Mason, crouching next to him and gently guiding him up into your lap. Your hands fall to his cheeks, making sure his pulse is still there and scanning for any worrying injuries. Other then a knock to the head, he seems okay.

A groan from Liam catches your attention, and your eyes widen when the Hellhound slices his stomach with it’s claws, creating a deep cut. But, before you can even move to help Liam, he’s recuperated enough to knock the man back, cutting him like he had him, before knocking him back to the lockers right beside you. The fire around his body fades and he slumps to the floor with a groan.

Liam’s does the same, breath trembling.

Your brows furrow in confusion when the man simply just laughs, head tilting back. “It won’t stay hidden,” he mumbles, voice low. “It must be stopped. Nothing else matters.”

You blink when you feel Mason shift in your grasp, Lowering your gaze, your eyes widen in relief when his eyes flicker open, moving to sit up. He glances up at you in confusion, eyes flickering around before landing on Liam and with a simple nod, you follow his lead, helping guide him up to his feet as the both of you rush over to Liam.

“...The truth...”

Mason slumps next to Liam, the both of them glancing at each other, before you.

Your head turns towards where the Hellhound had been, sighing when you notice it gone, leaving out a trail of blood along the lockers.

-

Helping Liam pull off his tattered and ripped shirt, you wince at the cuts along his lower stomach and chest. They’re bad, very bad, and they’re not healing quickly either; not as quickly as any of you would like.

“It should be healing faster than this.”

Glancing over at Mason, you catch the look in his eyes, pushing yourself up to your feet. “I’ll find something to wash the blood off.”

You move towards the bathroom portion of the locker room, grabbing some paper towel and moving to wet them as you listen in on Liam and Mason’s conversation.

“It’s Hellfire,” Mason reminds, “I mean, all things considered, you’re doing great.”

“Well, great isn’t supposed to look like this.”

“You fought a Hellhound on your own, without Scott.” 

“Y/N was there.”

Walking back over to the two boys, you crouch before Liam. “I didn’t really do any fighting,” you remind softly, moving to dab lightly over the wound. Liam winces as you go, but doesn’t fight you. Instead, the two boys keep their gazes on you as you clean his wound and continue. “And without you there, I don’t know what would’ve happened.”

Liam just shakes his head, leaning back.

Turning to Mason, you nod reassuringly as he shifts forward. “Wounds heal,” he breathes, “people move. Things change.”

“Yeah,” Liam mumbles, “still hurts though.”

Frowning, you pull back, dropping the blood soaked paper towel next to Liam on the bench. “It’s the best I can do,” you whisper after a moment, nodding at Liam before pushing back to stand up. Letting your hand fall on Liam’s shoulder gently, you squeeze it softly. “I should probably call Scott.”

-

“In case anyone forgot...”

Malia lets out a chuckle and you shake your head.

“Yeah I just said forgot,” Lydia calls, before turning to face the three of you. “We almost lost him last time.”

Scott nods, and you lower your gaze, not sure how to respond. Luckily, Malia does for you. “If this turns out to be something big, and we don’t call him...”

“He would kill us,” Scott finishes for her.

“Or maybe we should go back to the woods tonight and find the killer.”

“Scott? Y/N?”

You blink when they all turn to you. Inhaling deeply, you shake your head. “You guys didn’t hear his voice,” you explain, voice soft, a mere whisper. “He sounded really excited to be there.”

Lydia frowns.

“Y/N’s right,” Scott nods, “in his voicemail... I swear, I've never heard him sound so happy.”

An echo of silences follows for a minute.

“Uh,” Malia calls, stammering over her words. “Just play the voicemail.”

Nodding with ease, Scott moves to press play.

“Hey, Scott. So... I’m here. I’m in Quantico, Virginia, at the FBI. I’m at the freaking FBI. It’s real. I’m really here.” Lowering your gaze, you bite your lip, unable to stop the small smile the curls onto your lips at Stiles’ voice. “I told Y/N that I miss her and I can’t wait for her to get here. But just in case, remind her for me because I really am.” Eyes falling shut, you feel your heart plummet.

I’m not gonna make it there. Not yet, at least.

“Listen, Scott, whatever you’re doing right now, just make sure you’re still getting out of Beacon Hills. I mean, maybe you think you can’t leave, you know, like, the whole thing falls apart if you’re not there. Which I get, but you have to. I know you’re supposed to drive out tonight, so if you don’t call me back, just promise me you’re actually going. Just get in the jeep and go.”

Silence echoes as the voicemail ends, and you let out a sigh.

“I’m going to have to make up a lie, aren’t I?”

-

You sigh as the first ring echoes.

Your leg bounces in front of you, repeatedly, anxious as you listen to the second ring. Part of you hopes he won’t answer, and another part of you hopes Stiles will; that way you can just tell him and get it over with. Because you had absolutely no idea how you were going to tell him. Like... at all.

You couldn’t tell him the truth, that was clear.

But what could you say instead?

“Hey.”

Inhaling sharply, your eyes flicker shut as you tuck your chin into your chest, heart starting to pound. You’re too busy trying to come up with a viable excuse that you barely even register the slight peek in Stiles’ own voice, and you can’t see urgency at which he pounces his own leg. Up, down. Up, down. Up. 

Down.

“Hey, Stiles,” you smile softly just at the mention of his name, envisioning him in your mind and thinking about how badly you want to see him. And now, you don’t know when you will. “How was your day?”

“Good, good,” Stiles nods, “how was yours?”

“Long.”

Stiles hums. You find it odd he doesn’t want to talk more about his first day. Makes you wonder if something’s wrong, but, by right you can’t really question him on it because you’re being just as odd and suspicious as him.

“Everything okay?”

Licking your lips, you lean forward. “I won’t be able to make it next week.”

There’s a pause, then, “like... to Wash--”

“To you,” you conclude with a nod even though you know he can’t see it. “Some stuff with my mom has come up, and she needs me unfortunately.” It’s the first thing that comes to mind; you make a mental note of telling Scott so he’ll back you up in-case Stiles questions him. “I don’t think i’ll be able to make it there for another week, um, maybe longer. I don’t know.”

“Is...” And Stiles hesitates at this, as if the words caught in the back of his throat. “Is everything okay? Is Melissa hurt or--”

“She’s fine, it’ll just be easier to explain in person if I see you soon. When I see you soon, you know?” Letting out a soft sigh, you swallow thickly. “I’m sorry, Stiles. I really am. And I promise i’ll be there as soon as I possibly can and explain it all, but... right now...--”

“You need to be there?”

“...I need to be here.”

“Okay,” he whispers, and you can tell he’s disappointed. But he doesn’t fight you or question you any further. “Okay, I understand.”

Smiling with hurt, your hand moves to grip the necklace he’d given you at the end of summer, holding it tightly between your fingers. “I’ll see you soon?”

“I’ll see you soon.”

With a final goodbye, you hang up the call, slumping back against your bed with a sigh. You stare up at your ceiling with a deep frown marring your lips, not bothering to move even when you hear your bedroom door slide open, knowing without even having to look that it’s Scott.

“I’m officially the worst girlfriend ever.”

Letting out a light chuckle, Scott takes a seat next to you on your bed, glancing down at you. “You’re helping him by not telling him,” Scott assures you, setting his hand over your thigh in a sign of what he hopes is comfort. “He sounded really excited, didn’t he?”

Sitting up, you smile at Scott, nodding. “He did.”

-

Y/N....

“This is dumb, Y/N. What are you doing...”

You glance around at the trees and grass surrounding you, your flashlight truthfully not doing much to light up anything. Mind you, going to Beacon Hill’s very own forest in the middle of the night probably wasn’t the smartest idea either.

You had no idea where you were going. Or what you were doing for that matter either. You should’ve gotten Scott to come with you, or Malia. Hell, you could have even dragged Liam out of bed. You knew you were capable of handling yourself, but with a new threat that none of you really understood or really knew what it was, it probably wasn’t smart to be lost in the woods in the middle of the night, alone.

It was, in fact, dumb. Incredibly so.

But you’d heard his voice.

Y/N...

And you still could.

Theo. You haven’t heard him call out for you like that, telepathically or whatever, since he’d first been sent to hell. And he certainly wasn’t in hell anymore since Liam had sent him free and Scott had deciphered him no longer a threat. And you couldn’t understand why or really even how he was calling out for you. Nor could you understood why you’re so willingly searching for him.

When in reality you should be running the other way.

Running away from Theo.

Why your feet even lead you in the woods in the first place, you’ll never understand.

“You could get hurt,” you continue to ramble to yourself, trailing further down your imaginary path. “You could die. And what? For Theo...” Then, hesitating, you sigh. “Regrettably yeah, for Theo...”

Stupid. He doesn’t deserve that from you. Not after what he’d done.

And yet, you still continue to walk.

You wander aimlessly for at least another twenty minutes, finding nothing. Absolutely shit all. And you were tired, incredibly so, and you knew it was going to take you a while to even find your way back to your car, so, with that, you decide it’s time to turn around. 

Screw Theo. What had he done for you other then break your heart.

Just as you do, however, a tree branch cracks.

You halt in your steps, shoulders freezing as you slowly glance around, keeping your flashlight steady before you. You may be a witch, but your eyesight was still human and like before, you can’t see anything with your stupid phone flashlight. 

Another branch cracks. And then another, from two completely different directions.

“Hello?” You call out hesitantly, unsure. You take a small shuffle forward, searching, body tense with anticipation. “Hello? Is anyone there?”

It happens in a flash. A cry leaves your lips as an arrow pierces your left shoulder, digging into the skin painfully, knocking you back completely off your feet. Your body thuds against the ground, and your eyes twist shut for a moment as your right hands move to the arrow, hissing the second you touch it as pain envelops your entire body.

But the pain suddenly becomes less important when you hear approaching footsteps. A lot of them.

Shuffling back, you move against the tree behind you, pressing up against it with heavy, pounding breaths. You feel your heart pound erratically against your chest and now you’re sure you should’ve brought someone along because you have no idea what you’re going to do.

Your powers. You’re a witch.

A man approaches, crossbow in hand and you waste no time, despite the wave of pain that hits you, flashing your eyes at him and tilting your head just enough with a swipe of your hand to knock the man flying back, into a tree to your right. You effectively knock the man out, but footsteps continue to echo and follow. You do your best to keep up, eyes never fading from the purple hue until you feel your body and mind screaming at you in exhaustion.

You’re putting up a fight, but you don’t know if it’ll be enough.

Especially with how many there are. 

Because suddenly it’s no longer just two people running at you, it’s a whole group, surrounding. All their flashlights, which are a hell of a lot brighter then your stupid phone one, are flashing directly in your eyes, blinding you. it feels like staring directly into the sun and your eyes twist shut as you try to look away, but everywhere you look, there’s a bright light.

You still fight, best you can, heart racing in fear and worry, trying desperately to fight them off. But there’s too many. They surround your entire being, and with an arrow piercing your shoulder which aches painfully, you find yourself at a lost; more than that, terrified. There’s too many of them to fight off, especially when you can’t see anything but the shadowed figure of their feet in front of you because of their flashlights.

And if you can’t see, you can’t attack. You can’t even move your left arm.

Feeling vulnerable and terrified, your press your back further up against the tree behind you, letting out a groan of pain. “Please,” you whisper, voice echoing. “Please don’t--”

“Y/N McCall.”

You freeze at the familiarity of the voice.

He emerges from the crowd, and even though he stays hidden behind the blinding lights, you know it’s him. You couldn’t forget that voice, especially after all the turmoil he’d caused what felt like so long ago.

“Gerard...”

“Glad to see you remember me,” he laughs, stepping forward. You growl as he reveals himself to you, not allowing him to say another thing before your eyes flash, using the little bit of strength in your body you have left to swipe your right hand before you and knock him back. 

It causes an uproar. The blinding lights get closer until all you see is white, and then a blood-curling scream leaves your lips as the arrow is all but ripped out of your shoulder. You instantly curl into yourself, crying out in agony as hands grab at you. You fight them mercilessly, trying to break free from the many hands grabbing and pulling at you. But it’s useless.

There’s too many of them.

Weakened by your injury, no amount of struggling stops the people around you from tying your hands behind your back with a zip-tie that cuts painfully into your skin. A blindfold is placed over your eyes and you’re suddenly reminded of the fear and terror you’d felt when you’d been stabbed. You’d practice using your magic without sight but it was never a skill you’d mastered, and it certainly didn’t help that the pain was making your eyes feel heavy.

Nor did the group of people surrounding you help either.

With a last fight for survival, your eyes glow beneath the mask as your body begins to heat up. You can’t by right set yourself on fire, you won’t survive it, but if you push your magic to surround you almost as if in a barrier, it’ll be too hot for any of them touch and grab you like they are now.

You’re proven correct when a chorus of gasps echo and you’re body falls against the floor with a harsh thud. You groan as you fall right on your left shoulder, bringing your knees up to curl in yourself, you’re last attempt at protecting yourself.

“Ow, fuck!”

“She’s burning hot!”

“My hands!”

“You bitch!”

“Are you fools?” Gerard’s voice booms and you freeze at the sound of it.

“But-But she’s--!”

“Knock her out,” he says without fault, “we don’t need her awake right now.”

Your eyes widen at his words. Your feet start kicking beneath you and you struggle in your binds uselessly, the dull pinching from the zip-tie barely a bother as the thought of being knocked out and taken somewhere unconsciously more threatening and terrifying.

“No! No, wait! Please, don’t--!”

Your world fades to black as a harsh smack is delivered to your head.

-

Scott awakes with a gasp.

He’s sweating, profusely. Though, it isn’t the first thing he notices. He notices his racing heart, his panting breath and the pounding thoughts of terror that surround his mind that he can’t make sense of.

And then, it hits him.

Y/N.

You’re.... You’re in pain. His shoulder aches, a dull pain that stings as if he’s been stabbed with something but his skin is free of any scratches, cuts or even bruises. Because it’s you that’s hurt. 

But-But how? He’d... He’d just seen you...

You’re scared. Terrified. He can feel every racing thought that surrounds your head, but can’t actually hear them. Your fear mixes with his own and he jumps to his feet, grabbing the nearest shirt he can find and pulling it onto his body, running out of his room. He checks your room, but you’re not there. He runs down to the kitchen and you’re not there either.

When he checks outside, your cars gone too.

“Scott? Scott, what’s the matter?”

Turning back into the house, Scott’s wide, panicked eyes fall on his mothers own worried and concerned ones. Breathless and shaky, Scott shakes his head.

“Y/N... Y/N’s missing.”

-

Part 47?

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[momentofmemory]

FICTOBER 2020 - day seven

Prompt #6: “That was impressive.”

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Characters: Hayden Romero, Scott McCall

Triggers: Discussion of Death

Words: 1711

Author’s Note: Hayden’s adjusting super well to being a werewolf. Adjusting is what she does. But adjusting to everything else that happened to her... That might be a little more of a struggle. Set post-5B, pre 6A. Hayden POV. For @daughterofluthien

>> incremental steps

Running.

So fast and so far and so strong it feels like she’s flying, leaves kicking up under the balls of her feet and wind ripping freely through her hair.

It’s her favorite part of her new body.

She’s always loved to run, first out in the backyard with her sister and then on the field for soccer, but running alone has always been her favorite. It feels like nothing—no one—can ever catch her, ever tell her to stop.

There’s a power that thrums through her veins now, buzzing in time to the rhythm of her steps. This is running the entire preserve in under a half hour without pausing for breath; it’s pushing up off the ground and landing a dozen yards away without even trying, it’s leaping off a ledge and flipping three times midair to land—

“Oh, shit!”

It’s the quick pivoting of the body below her that saves her from crashing headfirst into it more than anything else, but the impact still sends both of them tumbling into the dirt.

“Sorry!” Hayden scrambles upright first, spitting leaves and shaking twigs out of her hair, slowly bringing her senses back down to the present. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t—”

She takes in the grey henley, crooked jaw, and surprisingly chill attitude at getting blindsided from a height of thirty feet. “Wait, Scott?”

“That’s me,” he says, sounding far too cheerful for the situation as he brushes his shirt off.

Hayden blinks, trying to refocus her eyes and tune out the sound of their heartbeats, hers purring gleefully along from her run, and his idling at a much more sedate pace. Her brow furrows.

“But—what’re you even doing out here? I thought you guys had lacrosse practice—” A new thought occurs to her and her blood pressure spikes, crashing her fully back into reality. “Wait, were you following me?”

“Uh.”

That’s a yes.

All the freedom she’d felt to just be from earlier vanishes, now viewed from the perspective of an outsider.

“So you saw—” Hayden flushes, remembering the excessive flipping she’d done. “Oh, god.”

“No, it’s okay, really.” Scott heaves himself back onto his feet, nodding towards the ledge she’d just jumped from. “Actually, I, uh—I was just going to say that was impressive.”

Hayden feels like the words should be mocking, but there’s nothing but sincerity in his voice.

“…Oh.” She hadn’t been expecting that, and a warm rush of pride overtakes the heat of embarrassment. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Scott’s smile is warm, too. “I just—you’ve been adjusting to your powers really well. Faster than most people.”

Hayden’s pretty used to adjusting to things. Losing her parents, her kidney, her life. Gaining something for once is a nice change.

She shrugs like it’s not a big deal. “I had powers before the bite, even if they were a little different. Guess being a fish boy’s science experiment has some perks.”

Scott arches his eyebrows.

“Mason’s fault,” she says. “Their outfits looked like those weird old diving suits with like, the copper plating and tubes and stuff, and fish are—look, it doesn’t have to make sense.”

Scott laughs, and Hayden’s startled to realize it’s a sound she’s never heard it before. “Probably a good mindset for most of the things that happen around here.”

“Yeah, I’m getting that idea.” Hayden fidgets, her muscles upset at the sudden end to her workout. Too much thinking, not enough running.

Since Scott seems unbothered by the delay, she pursues it herself. “So like. If I’m doing great at the whole werewolf thing, why did you follow me?”

Instead of answering directly, Scott looks over at the ledge that’d started the whole altercation and nods towards it. “How’d you know you could fall that far?”

“I just—did? I mean, I’ve jumped pretty far by myself. And it’s not like it’s the first thing I’ve jumped off of.”

Scott nods. “Incremental training. You do something at lower levels of risk until you know you’re ready for the real thing.”

“Sure, I guess.”

Scott falls quiet, his hands slipping into his pockets. Hayden senses—something radiating off him, that wasn’t there before. She’s good at controlling the physical aspect of her powers, but the finer points like chemosignals or whatever are a little fuzzier.

Not that she has any intention of telling him that. She can figure it out on her own.

And if not, she can still read body language well enough to know that what she’s sensing in Scott is unease.

She really doesn’t want to have that kind of conversation right now.

“I probably need to—”

“The full moon’s coming up in about a week.” Scott winces, either at interrupting her or at the statement itself. Probably both. “I know we already gave you the basic run-through before you got bit, but. If you have any questions, I can help. Your first time can be a little… intense.”

“Apparently not just your first.”

It’s a terrible thing to say; she realizes that the second after it crashes into the conversation. But she’d be lying if she said she hasn’t thought about it.

A lot.

“Um.” Scott rubs at the back of his neck, turning into the massage just enough to avoid eye contact. “That doesn’t usually—I mean—”

He sighs. “There were a lot of factors involved.”

Despite how much she doesn’t want to have this conversation, Hayden doesn’t miss the way Scott’s hand drifts over his chest.

She checks her eyes for mercury sometimes, too.

“I’m sorry,” she blurts out, before she can think better of it.

For his part, Scott just cocks his head to the side. “For what?”

“I’m kind of—I mean, he used me—” Hayden gestures vaguely, hoping he’ll get the point. She’s not good at this. “With Liam.”

Scott, obnoxiously, just looks even more confused. “What—”

“Liam chose me over you.”

It’s blunt, but. Judging by the way Scott flinches, it gets the point across.

“He shouldn’t have done that. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d have been a fan of not dying, but…” Hayden shrugs and her eyes focus on the scuffed up toes of her shoes. “…He shouldn’t have done that.”

Scott bites his lip, his eyes clearly focused elsewhere, then slowly drops down into a crouch on the forest floor. He looks up at her, and she takes that as an invitation to do the same. He only starts speaking after they’re both settled.

“Liam wasn’t…” Scott sighs. “Anger’s not exactly like that.”

Hayden’s own anger flares. “What, moral?”

“No, it’s like… you dying was a reality for Liam at the time, right? Whereas me dying was just… a hypothetical.”

“Pretty messed up hypothetical.”

“No argument there,” Scott agrees. “But being angry that you were dying—that was a good thing. The problem is that anger is really, really powerful. And sometimes we’re so angry about one thing, we let it make us do some other thing that winds up being just as bad.”

Hayden’s angry about a lot of things. Even before all this.

“So is that gonna be me? I’m just angry all the time until one day I snap and try to kill someone?”

“No,” Scott says. “You’re not a monster.”

“Then what am I?” There’s the anger again, and wouldn’t it be so ironic if this were what made her snap? “Because so far all I’ve accomplished is helping to get you killed, working for the guy that did it, and then just getting saved again.”

She can feel her claws wanting to come out, and she wants to run, to run where she can’t hurt anyone and no one can stop her and—

“Hayden, hey, it’s okay.”

A sense of calm washes over her, and when she glances up, Scott’s eyes are tinged crimson. She takes a deep breath, then another.

The claws recede.

“See? Incremental steps.” Scott smiles. “And I’m still here, so you didn’t get me killed.”

“You still died, Scott.” The anger’s gone from her voice, replaced by its worser cousin: fear. “And don’t tell me that didn’t matter because I—because I did, too.”

And there it is.

Treacherously, a tear escapes her eye, and she hastily wipes it away.

But not before making sure it isn’t bright and silver.

Scott doesn’t comment on it. “If it makes you feel better, it’s not the first time I’ve died.”

That is definitely not the sentence Hayden had expected to come out of Scott’s mouth, and if it’s meant as a distraction, it works pretty well. “That mean anything?”

“Means I’ve had more practice.”

Hayden snorts. She wipes at another tear, one that’s definitely still just salt and water. “Didn’t know it worked that way.”

Scott smiles ruefully. “I’m pretty sure I got worse at it every time, actually.”

“Your pep talks suck.”

The laugh from before returns. Hayden counts that as a win, somehow.

“Look,” he says, eventually. “The thing about anger is that it’s really easy to let it get anchored in the past. And life’s like that, too. But… if you get too focused on the past itself, instead of what it means for now, or even for the future, it’s easy to let it take you to some messed up places.”

“Like with Liam?”

“And a bunch of other people that had it even worse, yeah.”

Hayden considers this. “So what do you do?”

“Well, you don’t ignore it.” The way Scott says the words makes it abundantly clear that he’s tried. “And you can’t go at it all at once. So—” Scott nods towards the ledge—“you work at it a little bit at a time.”

The corners of Hayden’s lips quirk upwards. “Incremental steps?”

His responding grin is blinding. “You got it.”

Scott rises to his feet, dusting off his jeans again, while Hayden watches—this time, a sense of shared understanding between them.

Hayden clears her throat and looks up at him. “So what’s the first step?”

“For now,” Scott says, and he reaches his hand out to her, “think you beat me in a run?”

Hayden looks at Scott’s deep red eyes, then his hand, then his eyes again.

They’re a rich, warm brown.

She takes his hand.

“You’re on.”

[sheerfreesia007]

WIP List

**This is just to show you guys what pops up into my head and what I plan on working on. I’ve got all of the requests up until today. I’m excited for all of these just need to get cracking on my keyboard!**

Fallin’ All In You Side Pieces: So many planned!

Stiles x Reader Series: In Love With Someone Else 7 parts. Angsty Romance. In Progress!!

Blue Jones x Innocent!Reader Series: He’s a club owner and she shows up at his club for one of her friend’s bachelorette parties. She is enchanted by the dancers at his club and when Blue sees her he knows he has to have her as his own. Smut insues.

Poe Dameron x Prisoner!Reader Series: Poe is captured by the First Order and is thrown in a cell. While he’s there he befriends a fellow prisoner that he can’t see but they talk all the time to distract themselves from being captured. When Finn and Rey come to save him Poe sees the Reader and is unable to save her as the First Order is coming but she tells him it’s okay. She’ll see him again.

Whiskey x Readers Series: Whiskey and Reader have a relationship like Roz and Mike Wazoski from Monster’s Inc. Reader is constantly hounding him for his reports that he keeps turning in late which puts her in a bind with her surperiors. Whiskey keeps dodging her and she finally gets fed up and slams him against the wall in the hallway and threatens him. Whiskey is shook and suddenly he’s like a puppy dog tailing her trying to get on her good side. Reader is confused now and is exasperated with the underfoot agent.

Stiles x Reader Series: Operation Open Their Eyes. 9 parts. The pack can see that Stiles and Reader are head over heels for each other but they can’t see it. So the pack decides that they’re going to help them see it.

Whiskey x British!Reader Series: Sex around the globe. Whiskey and Reader have been working on taking down an international terrorist group that has multiple locations and along the way things get a little heated between the two. Places they hit UK (England), Wales, Ireland, Australia, Hawaii, Kentucky/New York.

Whiskey x Reader Series: Inspired by The Mummy. Whiskey is O’Connell and Tequila is Jonathan.

Whiskey x Reader Series: Tangled inspired. Whiskey is sent on a mission to retrieve “something precious” from a secluded island. Only to come find out that this “something precious” is actually a woman who has never been off the island since she was captured by the baddie. Whiskey has to get her back home and it’s a long trek and he slowly falls in love with her during it.

Whiskey x Reader AU Series: Whiskey is a single dad who lives in your neighborhood. You're kinda like a community leader and are always looking for everyone, i.e. always doing grocery runs for the elderly neighbors, cooking freezer meals for the tired work moms, mowing your neighbors lawn while they're away on vacation. So when Whiskey puts out an ad for a babysitter for his 8year old daughter you answer it and offer to babysit while he goes away on business trips. His daughter slowly warms up to you and Whiskey easily becomes smitten because his daughter likes you. He tries to get close to you but you only let him so far because you're worried he'll be like your ex husband and only want you bc you take care of his kid.

Tequila x Reader Series: Tequila starts a relationship with a woman and when it gets serious he makes the decision to tell her about his career choice. Only problem being is that she doesn’t believe him! Just a cute little series of the times that Tequila tries to get her to believe him and the time she finally does believe him.

Raymond Smith x Reader Series:  Reader is American and begins working for Rosalyn at the garage. Rosalyn likes her so much that she promotes the reader fairly quickly to become her admin assistant. When she finds out from the reader that she's being harassed on her way home she tells Mickey and Mickey sends Ray. Ray comes across the reader yelling at the toddlers as Ernie is on the ground in pain bc she maced him. Ray is shocked and impressed and the reader almost maces him too but she stops when he tells her he knows her boss.

Rewrite of Golden Circle: Using Wip’s as chapters. Do it like a choose your own path series. Reader is a medic.

Catfish x Reader: Song fic “Love me like you” – Little Mix. Reader is babysitting Rosalita for Frankie while he runs errands. When he comes homes he finds you dancing and singing with Rosalita in your arms and he just stands there watching before coming to join you two.

Catfish x Reader: Song fic “Bullet in a gun” –Imagine Dragons. Catfish thinks of you when he’s out on a camping trip with the boys. He thinks about you watching Rosalita back at his place. He thinks about how easy it is with you in his life now. Pope looks over and sees him deep in thought and pulls him back asking if he’s ok. Catfish says yeah and that he’s just thinking about his girls. Ben teases him by making kissing noises and they all chuckle after Will hits Ben.

Stiles x Reader: Song fic “Invisible” –Taylor Swift. Reader POV as she watches Stiles fawn over Lydia. Scott holds her as it gets too much one day and is just close to make sure she’s ok. Stiles notices and asks what’s wrong but the Reader refuses to tell him and Scott won’t say anything either. Then Lydia walks by and Stiles is back to fawning over her making the reader cry.

Marcus Pike x Reader: Song Fic “Lightning” – Little Mix. The reader watches Marcus flirt with Lisbon. Super sad.

Isaac Lahey x Reader: “Lightning” –Little Mix. Scott’s POV. Reader is Isaac’s best friend (even before he was bitten) and Scott hears her heartbeat whenever she’s around Isaac, whenever she sees Isaac with Allison, whenever Stiles teases/messes with Isaac. Scott talks to the reader about it and she confesses that she’s in love with Isaac and that she’s coming to terms with not being as important to Isaac. Isaac overhears and is devastated because he saw Scott comfort the reader.

Fic Request: Choose your own adventure type fic. Tequila x Reader/Whiskey x Reader. The boys are crushing on the reader and decide they are both going to take reader out on dates to see who she chooses.

Fic Request: Whiskey x Reader. Whiskey has a crush on reader who is into pop culture which he knows nothing about or very little. So he asks Tequila for help and he teaches Whiskey all about Pop culture.

Fic Request: Whiskey x Reader. Whiskey is crushing on reader and tries to flirt with her but she brushes him off and he’s thrown for a loop. He asks Tequila about her. So when he’s got more info on her he tries again.

Song Fic: “I found you” Andy Grammer. Stiles x Reader.

Stiles x Reader Song Fic: “Story of us” Taylor Swift Stiles and the Reader’s relationship broke down because he kept trying to hide the supernatural from her and when Theo came he told her everything to hopefully get her on his side. The two of them are at a party after being broken up for a little bit and he’s standing there with Scott, Lydia, Malia, Liam, Mason, Peyton and Kira. The reader is standing with some of her friends when she spots Stiles and he’s staring at her as Lydia tries to talk to him. The reader gets upset and walks out of the party to get some fresh air. Stiles follows her and asks her how she is and she scoffs angrily at him asking if he’s asking cuz he feels guilty or because he actually cares. They argue and the two of them burst out saying that they’re still in love with each other. When they both stare at each other with wide eyes they lunge at each other and begin kissing. Stiles apologizes through kisses and the reader reassures him telling him to shut up and that she loves hi

Fic Request: Statesman x Reader. Agent has to go undercover for a big baking competition as a pro pastry chef. For research she starts baking and researching recipes. Tequila gets all up in this by declaring weekly baking nights for research! He helps research recipes and helps with the baking part. Whiskey and Ginger hear about this and everyone gets roped in somehow either with ideas for recipes and how to stand out, taste testings, etc.

Fic Request: Whiskey x British!Reader. She transfers to Statesman and needs a place to stay. Ginger is helping her with house hunting but when Whiskey hears that she needs a place ASAP he offers for her to stay with him since he’s got a large ranch. They become roommates and she just never leaves. Whiskey has NO problem with this.

Fic Request: Whiskey x Reader. Treasure hunt where Whiskey’s the treasure! Reader is big into puzzles and is a bit like Riley from National Treasure. She gets stumped a little bit on one clue but when she finally figures it out and gets to Whiskey she’s sarcastic and a little frazzled. In her state she doesn’t think and just grabs him and plants one on him. Could possibly be a training exercise??

Fic Request: Whiskey x Genius!Reader. “Sucker” – Jonas Bros. Whiskey is assigned to protect the reader. In the briefing there’s no picture to protect her identity and Whiskey immediately assumes that she’s just a nerd with coke bottle glasses. When he sees her she’s nothing like how he pictured, she’s got glasses but that’s all that’s shared from his assumption. Whiskey is weak.

Fic Request: Whiskey x Kingsman!Reader. After being on assignment with Reader as a married couple Whiskey caves into the attraction he has with the reader and they blow each other’s minds. This happens just as the assignment is ending. She’s on a plane back to England and when Whiskey tries to stop it he’s too late! A month later Kingsman throw a celebratory black tie event to celebrate their work and when Whiskey sees her again he’s over come with need and desire. She’s working the room easily and he’s brooding until she comes over to him with a sweet soft smile. Whiskey takes no time in telling her that he’s thought of nothing but her since she’s left and that he tried to stop her. She confesses that she’s done the same and that she’s put in a transfer for the NY office to try and reconnect with him. Whiskey sneaks her away from the party before their commemorative speech happens (Eggsy has to give their regrets for not being there while Tequila laughs.). SMUT

Fic Request: Whiskey x Medic!Reader. Whiskey’s heard the rumors about the new Head of Medical Department and how she’s as competent as she is gorgeous but he’s not prepared for her at all. He meets her and is instantly taken with how proficient she is with her job and her looks are just a bonus. But as he gets to know her he finds feelings are taken hold. When he winds up in her Department due to a stray bullet that grazes to close he wakes up knowing that he has to say something since he almost DIED. She teases that she saved his life and he owes her and he’s quick with a response that just sets the mood for the two of them.

Tequila x Sad!Reader: “a little too much” - shawn Mendes. Tequila and reader are together as a couple and she mellows him out while he uplifts her. She has depression that comes and goes. On a rainy day she is cuddled up in Tequila’s arms as he softly lets her hair and kisses her temples until she turns and buries herself in his hold. She then softly makes out with him.

Stiles x Reader: Song Fic “I Found” - Amber Run

Fic Request: Do you think you could write something Whiskey-centric (I’m obsessed and the girls will thank you for it😊), along the lines of an agent exchange where Whiskey stays with reader at her home.  That’s a really good idea and for some reason I’m getting Love Actually vibes with the Colin Firth couple part when he goes after his woman in her city and he’s clueless. Oooo good idea!

Fic Request: Fight Club with different weapons for different agents. Reader kicks all of their asses. Ok, so my husband made me watch fight club with him last night and it got me thinking... we all know that each statesman agent had a particular style of fighting (tequila with his guns and presumably his fists, whiskey with his lasso and whip etc). What if there was a challenge issued whereby all the agents could fight each other in a controlled environment - possibly a simulation to provide different scenes (non lethal, point scoring style) and awesome sexy reader kicks all their asses!

Mitch Rapp x Reader: Prompt "Those who can’t do teach" The reader is a trainer and Mitch gets cocky by saying the prompt. She lays him flat on his ass and he's instantly interested. Harley snips in the background for Mitch to get his head out of his ass. Reader teases Mitch and he asks her out she refuses saying until he can beat her she won’t go out with him.

Stiles x Reader:  study session. Stiles is studying with the reader and scott and hes growing distracted by his crush on her. Scott teases and the reader is oblivious.

Isaac x Reader: Best friends who are exploring each other. They are making out and Isaac goes a little over board and leaves one lone hickey that she can’t cover. Lydia and Allison see it. They vow to find out who left it.

Isaac x Reader: Song fic “Best of You” - Andy Grammer

Isaac x Reader: Song fic “West Coast” - Imagine Dragons “Oh my love please don’t give up” lyrics inspiration. Isaac and Reader are dating before his bite. When he gets bit he starts to distance himself and then he gets arrested. The reader is heart broken and tries to be there for him. When she’s at the station with Stile she sees Isaac as  werewolf. Isaac comes to find her and confess all and confesses that he loves her and can’t be without her. She tells she’s always gonna be by his side no matter what.

Isaac x Reader: Song fic “Fight For My Survival” - Phantoms. The reader helps Isaac through the abuse from his dad. When he gets bit he tells her while he feels more powerful now what she did for him will always be greater.

Isaac x Reader: Song fic “On My Way” - Sheppard. Peter holds the reader hostage to get at Isaac. She manages to break free and runs straight for Isaac. When she finds him fighting Peter at Derek’s she crashes into him while he finishes. He holds her close and confesses to her as he kisses her. 

Stiles x Reader: Song fic “My Own Hero” - Andy Grammer. The reader is fed up that Stiles has been more focused on protecting Lydia lately. When Stiles and Lydia are in trouble it’s the Reader who comes to their rescue. Stiles starts to see her differently and when he tries to tell her that she tells him she’s able to protect herself and doesn’t need him to and he can go back to protecting Lydia. Stiles is gutted and regretful.

Kingsman vs Statesman: Pick up line competition. Eggsy runs his mouth while out at the bar with the Statesman crew saying that Brits have the better chat up lines. Tequila takes that bet while reader, Whiskey, Harry and Merlin all roll their eyes. They all participate though. Reader takes the win when she uses her line on Whiskey in front of all of ‘em. Making him tongue tied.

Whiskey x Reader: Whiskey’s a sweetheart with the manners of a saint. He’ll open doors, stand until you sit at the table, say yes ma’am. Super soft and sweet date. He even walks you to your door at the end of the night. Summer love inspiration.

Thanksgiving w/ Kingsman and Statesman

TeaCup Chronicles: Each character gets their own fic. These revolve around a cafe.

Strangers on the Street: Each guy gets a fic of seeing the same woman walking along the street for a good amount of time. Do they approach her? Do they just watch? Do they fantasize about her? Or is she just another face in the crowd?

[princeescaluswords]

Blind Wolves Leading the Blind

If you ever wonder why I’m still trying to defend Scott McCall two-and-a-half years after the show ended, it’s because it’s two-and-a-half years after the show ended people are still finding new ways to try to take the role of protagonist and hero away from him.  

One of the newest arguments to come to my attention is that Scott was in the wrong for working with Deucalion in Season 5B.  These arguments come in many forms.

1. Scott was wrong to work with Deucalion, who hadn’t yet shown a proper attitude toward redemption.  

This is, of course, black-and-white thinking, and I am fully invoking the irony of historical criticisms against Scott by saying that.  We don’t know for sure, but one could suspect that the writers included this story line to counter those arguments.   On the other hand, it must be recognized that it wasn’t Scott who got Deucalion involved in Beacon Hills in Season 5B.  It was Theo, and Scott only heard of Theo’s plans after Theo had begun looking for him.   

I wonder what they expected Scott to do?  Did they want him to do nothing, because Deucalion was a villain?  That seems neither good nor wise.  Warn Deucalion that Theo was coming for him and leave it at that?  From what happened on the screen, that looked like a recipe for a lot of Dead Chimeras unless Deucalion decided to move to England instead.  That would have been the good thing to do, but it wouldn’t have allowed Deucalion to seek redemption by helping the McCall Pack out.

And Scott did know that Deucalion was at least seeking redemption, unless you believe that Scott didn’t know about Deucalion sending Braeden to rescue Derek.  Scott gave Deucalion a chance to demonstrate his change of heart while also neutralizing Theo’s danger to  his pack and his protectorate.  It sounds like a wise strategy to me.

2.  Scott was wrong to work secretly with Deucalion; he should have told his pack.

This criticism is feeble, because it’s obvious that he did tell his pack.  Liam was there when Deucalion revealed his and Scott’s ruse to Theo, and Liam didn’t look the tiniest bit surprised.  Not a single member of the pack from the end of Codominance to the end of the season -- not Liam, nor Kira, nor Mason, not even Stiles -- worried about what Deucalion was up to.   It was almost as if they knew they didn’t have to.  We know that Scott had told Chris, because Chris implies he knew when confronted by his father.  “How long have you two been planning this little double-cross.”  Chris: “As long as we’ve been planning this one.”

3. Scott shouldn’t have worked with Deucalion without having a plan in case Deucalion betrayed him.  

This has several answers.  First, we don’t know for sure that Scott didn’t have a plan in case Deucalion betrayed him because -- and this is kind of important -- Deucalion didn’t betray him.  Why would the show take precious minutes of screen time to reveal a plan that wasn’t needed?

And exactly how would Deucalion betray Scott?  The worst thing he could have done was help Theo take the Beast’s powers, which would have left them with ... one less problem.   Would Deucalion telling Theo that Scott warned him and offered an alliance changed any goal Theo had?   And if Deucalion really wanted Scott’s eyes on the tips of his claws, would a backup plan have changed anything?

And exactly why would Deucalion betray Scott?   While Scott and his allies resisted the Alpha Pack back in 03A, it wasn’t Scott who killed Ennis or Kali.  He maintained his independence and, after defeating Deucalion, it was Derek and Scott who let Deucalion go.  Even if Deucalion was pissed off about that, would he be more pissed at Scott for that than at Theo for kidnapping him?   

4. Scott shouldn’t have conspired with Deucalion to kill the chimeras.

He didn’t.  See Here.  Here.  And Here.  It also beggars the idea that Scott and Deucalion would plot to kill the chimeras and not Theo. 

This fandom will stoop to anything, no matter how contradictory and nonsensical, in their ongoing efforts to take Scott’s story away from him.  Scott was too moral because he was unwilling to kill anyone, and yet he was too immoral because he was responsible for the deaths of a  lot of people.  Scott was too black and white because he won’t see shades of gray, yet he made too many deals with villains.  Scott wouldn’t get his hands dirty to pursue his goals, yet he stood by and let Theo be taken to Hell moments after he killed Sebastian Valet.  And so on, and so on.    They could at least try to be consistent.  

[holidaywishes]

the song part 2

Part II: Melodies

  Summary: Calli is confronted about her Uncle. Scott and Lydia find out more about what Calli can do while trying to figure out how to tell her what she is.

  Fandom: Teen Wolf

  Warning: Angst, talk of sexual abuse, I don’t know what else

  Author’s Note: Alright, I’m sorry about the banner image. I can’t seem to make it not so pixelated no matter what I tried but once I get into the pairing a little more than I’ll use GIFs. Fun fact: this type of imagine isn’t getting a lot of engagement on my dash but I don’t care. I’m gonna keep writing them because I want to. So ha.

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Calli’s P.O.V

  “So how long as it been going on?” Stiles asked, creeping up behind you as you washed the dishes 

  “I’m sorry?” you scrunched your eyebrows in response

  “Your Uncle. How long has he been a total douchebag?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

  “Everyone else might be oblivious to it but I saw how you froze up when he came over”

  “I didn’t freeze up”

  “You did. Can I get you out of the situation? Are you in trouble?” You turned to him finally and sighed

  “It’s nothing I can’t handle. Trust me, I’ve dealt with this long enough to need any help”

  “Why not tell Lydia?”

  “I haven’t seen or spoken to Lydia in years. The fact that she’s here, and she brought all of you, is baffling to me”

  “She cares, and she thought we could help”

  “Help? Help with what?”

  “Your Uncle?” You were confused. There was no way that Lydia would’ve known what was going on with your Uncle, it’s not like you’d told anyone anyway.

  “I don’t understand… She didn’t even know — it’s not like there’s anything to help with…”

  “Talk to me. I’m a great listener and I’m sure I can help.”

  “It’s complicated and it’s not something I really wanna talk about”

  “That definitely means you should, don’t you think?” You ushered him over to the couch and tried to gather some kind of courage to tell him the truth, even though you just met him

  “I don’t know why I should tell you anything. I just met you…”

  “Would you rather tell someone who didn’t notice anything?”

  “Fair enough. If I tell you, you can’t say anything. TO ANYONE. It’s my ‘cross to bear’ or whatever”

  “Are you gonna tell me he’s like a drug lord and your his mule?”

  “No. but it’s just as bad…”

  “I promise”

  “It started when I was 10. My parents had separated and my Dad took off to be with his secretary or assistant or something in Jamaica while my Mom was on a spiritual quest in Bali. So, Uncle Ron took me in. At first it was nothing, a couple of uncomfortable movie scenes and that would be the end of it. But the longer I was here, the more everything progressed…” Once you began detailing the moments that made you so uncomfortable around your Uncle to a complete stranger, you realized just how messed up all of it was, “by the time I could understand what was happening to me, too much had already happened. But I had nowhere to go. So, I just didn’t say anything and now I’m kinda stuck”

  “Shit” was all he said before you raised your eyes in his direction

  “Shit? That’s all you have to say?”

  “I just.. I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting that. That’s heavy, you really should tell Lydia.”

  “Come on dude. I told you no one was going to know about this. I’ve gone my life without anyone knowing and I sure as hell am not just gonna blab it to everyone now. And neither will you.” He seemed to drop it after that but then he started asking some really strange questions which you had no answers to. When the rest of the group came into the room, you scanned their faces and they all seemed like they had something to say as well

  “What’s going on?” you asked, standing up from the couch

  “Nothing. I just wanted to ask if you’ve ever.. felt anything” Lydia asked and you furrowed your brow before looking back at Stiles quickly

  “Felt anything?” you repeated

  “Yeah you know. Like gotten a vibe that something bad is gonna happen?” She continued and you looked at everybody in the room, letting out an uncomfortable scoff

  “Do you think I’m psychic or something?”

  “Or something…”

  “Why would you think that?” 

  “We have our reasons, believe us” Peter said

  “I’m not psychic. I don’t get feelings or vibes that something is going to happen. So I don’t know what your reasons are but they’re wrong. Sorry…” You snarked before turning to leave

  “Calli wait,” Theo grabbed your arm to stop you and you gently tore it away, “what if we could show you what we mean?” Your eyes searched for some kind of assurance on his face but when you couldn’t find anything you scrunched your eyebrows at him

  “What does that even mean?” You noticed Scott take a small step forward when Theo tilted his head

  “Let’s just show her, Scott,” Theo insisted but Scott shook his head, “she deserves to know at least what Lydia is…”

  “What Lydia is?” you questioned

  “Thanks a lot, Theo” was all Lydia muttered before taking you aside

  “Look, I don’t really know how to explain it but, yeah, I should probably say.. something...” 

  “You’re freaking me out…”

  “Trust me, there’s a lot more to be freaked out by”

  “Lyds.. just tell me”

  “I’m a Banshee” she blurted out and you scoffed before letting out a ‘yeah, right’ 

  “Okay, you had your chance. I’m done tip-toeing around,” Peter pushed through and was in front of you in a flash, “it’s my turn.” You were sure you blacked out after he approached you, his eyes glowing a bright blue and his face contorted into a monstrous appearance; what the hell was wrong with him?

  “Calli?” you heard someone calling to you but you couldn’t distinguish who it was, “Calli?” the voice called again and you jumped up from the ground, screaming as you backed yourself into a corner.

  “Hey hey, calm down,” Lydia said as Derek, Liam and Mason appeared seemingly out of nowhere, “Calli it’s okay, calm down”

  “You guys really couldn’t wait for a more natural way to tell her?” Derek snarled

  “It wasn’t us, not how we would’ve liked anyway,” Stiles said, gesturing to Peter, “he wanted things done his way”

  “What the hell is going on?!” you shouted, bringing the attention back to you. You could feel your eyes growing wide and everyone was staring at you, not saying anything but you could tell they were trying to figure out what to say, “SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK?! What is wrong with his face? What is happening?”

  “Jesus, relax” Malia yelled and your stepped back

  “Calli, I think you should sit down,” Scott said and you obliged, solely because you were starting to get dizzy, “Peter is… we’re…”

  “Yeah?” you questioned

  “Werewolves..”

  “Well except me,” Stiles interjected, “I’m not anything. Just human…”

  “And me,” Malia added, “I’m a werecoyote”

  “Yeah and I’m a Chimera..” Theo said, “part werewolf, part werecoyote”

  “And I’m…” Lydia hesitated, “a Banshee. And Jordan, he’s a hellhound...”

  “Seriously you guys?” you scoffed, “you think I’m stupid? You think I’m supposed to believe that you’re all… what? Supernatural?”

  “We are” Liam spoke up from the back

  “Fine. Let’s say I believe you,” you huffed, “what the hell does any of this have to do with me?”

  “Well,” Scott started and you whipped your head to him, “...Peter?”

  “Christ…” you looked over at Peter warily and noticed him roll his eyes in exasperation, “sweetheart, you’re a siren.” Your face contorted into a mixture of confusion and rage; you squinted your eyes at him before letting out a sigh

  “Gee, thanks…” you muttered

  “Excuse me?” Peter replied

  “I’m supposed to be a siren in this weird, messed up story? A murderous, cannibalistic, half human, half bird like creature? That’s what you’re telling me I am?” you rolled your eyes, “why? because you found me singing at a café lounge?”

  “It makes sense, Cal,” Lydia said finally, “Banshee’s predict death and they use their voices, their screams, to… find it.”

  “And Sirens cause death.” You stated plainly before letting out a sigh, watching the groups eyes fall on you, “if I am what you say I am, then that means I’m the reason that people die. Why would I want that?”

  “I know how you feel,” she argued, “I felt the same way but whether you want it or not, it’s what you are. We’re here to help you.. navigate what you can do”

  “I don’t need your help, Lydia,” you said softly, “I never have. I’ll be fine. Go back to Beacon Hills. Go home…” She tried to stop you from leaving but you pulled your arm away from her grasp

  “Please, Cal, let us help you.” You shook your head and started toward the door when Theo called out to you

  “I was like you once,” he started, “believed that I couldn’t be good, that I was only meant for bad things to happen to me or to cause bad things. But I realized that it didn’t have to be that way, I didn’t have to be defined by the shitty things I did”

  “Except you kind of do…” Stiles said just as you turned to Theo and Scott hit his shoulder, “ow. What am I wrong? Jee-sus”

  “Stiles, shut up!” Scott insisted and Theo rolled his eyes

  “I’ve done some really bad things but that doesn’t mean I’m still a bad person. I’m not meant to cause bad things to happen and neither are you.” You slowly stepped closer to him, your breath hitching in your throat when you were as close as you could be without touching him, and searched his face; letting out a laugh at his stoic expression

  “I’m not you” you whispered, a small smile on your face. You dropped your head to the ground, shaking it as you tried to distance yourself from the situation; looking at Theo’s now-concerned expression and headed out the door.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

“B-b-b-but Derek Hale’s a failure and a shitty leader whose only purpose in the show was to be surpassed by Trash Wolf Scoot and make the audience realize what a great, competent, superior leader and better character Trash Wolf Scoot McCall is compared to him! Derek Hale got exactly what he deserved for refusing to obey Trash Wolf Scoot, really!!!!” https://princeescaluswords.tumblr.com/post/185664990955/stans-will-excuse-dereks-actions-by-portraying

russianspacegeckosexparty *whines and screeches and froths and drowns in his own bile because Teen Wolf fans and viewers have the nerve to prefer actually compelling fictional characters over his shitty idol Scott and because his shitty idol Scott is not EVERYONE’s fav*

Shitty, entitled middle aged white man & actual harasser PEW:

There are two competing impulses here in relation to the narrative. When these impulse are combined combined they form the toxic woobification also known as “Derek Deserves Nice Things.” This is the belief that Jeff Davis tortured Derek for no other reason than his and the audience’s sadistic amusement. They miss the writers’ goal: to show that in Derek’s role as a foil for Scott, he got exactly what he deserved for allowing his painful history to control him. Derek’s failures came from his inability to manage his trauma, to separate the people who hurt him from the people who didn’t.

In Season 1 and Season 2, Derek let his fear of the Argents and his shame about his actions with Kate (and Paige) influence his actions. He didn’t trust Scott; he didn’t share information freely with Scott; he relied on anger and its attendant violence to keep him safe. It didn’t work.

(It’s noticeable that when Derek let go of the past – when he started to trust Scott, when he started sharing information with Scott, when he did things like hand out Halloween candy to children – he got nice things! Derek ended Season 4 – a season which showed him being open, friendly, trusting, and complimenting and encouraging Scott – with a sexy, protective girlfriend; revenge on his tormentor, and the inheritance of his mother’s legacy!)

The first impulse was the need to make Derek more important than Scott McCall. The thought that Derek Hale was only there for Scott to learn what not to do never even occurred to them, even though the name of the show was Teen Wolf. Derek’s aggression, violence, and lies weren’t seen by them as obstacles for Scott McCall to overcome – which they were definitely intended to be by the writers. When the narrative had Scott overcoming and surpassing Derek, they were flabbergasted. Derek was a hot white man with an incredible body and a sad backstory. To viewers weaned on television culture, he should have been the lead – or if not the lead, the controlling narrative of the show. It should be Derek’s story that took precedence. But it wasn’t!

The second impulse was, of course, Sterek. There’s nothing wrong with the ship itself, as long as the viewers realized that – no matter what the MTV PR department said – it never had a chance of happening. Regardless of subjective chemistry, Derek wasn’t going to have a romantic relationship with Stiles because it would have taken too much focus off of the actual leader and star of his own show Scott McCall/Tyler Posey. It could have happened, if the show was about Stiles or Derek, but it’s not, and having a relationship between the lead’s two foils, including one closely echoing Derek’s backstory and being illegal, would have required too much focus.

Given these two impulses, the audience had to sell themselves the story that Derek Deserved Nice Things, that he was Not a Failwolf, in order to satisfy them. So that’s why they ignored the terrible things Derek did to others, especially to his own betas – seducing Erica, hurting Isaac, withholding information from all three of them – that sent two of them running for the hills and one of them running for Scott.

Cookie: Oh my god. Oh my god this is so horrible, what the fuck. 

PEW: This is the belief that Jeff Davis tortured Derek for no other reason than his and the audience’s sadistic amusement. 

!!! That is exactly what happened. Tyler has remarked on how he had to work any scraps of backstory for Derek aside from Tall Dark and Brooding like he was trying to pull teeth. Dylan said in an interview that “Have you seen him? We have to torture him, otherwise everything is too sexy for him.” Derek was only there to be abused. And that’s fine! God knows I love a good whump, and it is a popular dynamic that one of the main characters always has to be. Think Jace Wayland from The Mortal Instruments, with his tragic backstory. Or Harry Potter, spending his childhood abused at worst and neglected at best. The only difference is, those characters got a break from the abuse, they had sanctuaries to go to and people who protected them, but Derek never did*. 

*Except, of course, for Stiles, who protected Derek even when he hated him, even when he was afraid of him. I’m not even saying in a shippy way, but the only person who consistently was there to defend Derek was Stiles. Not Scott. Scott would never do anything for Derek unless he somehow got something out of it first; how about, trying to make Derek promise not to hurt Allison before being willing to free him from Kate’s torture dungeon? This even after Derek has done nothing to hurt Allison or imply he ever would, and going so far as to take her home when Scott decided going to a party was more important than learning how to werewolf, thus putting everyone, and Allison, in danger. This even after Derek has every right to hate Allison’s family, and not go out of his way to protect her. Which he absolutely did here. 

I had to scroll back up for this, but: “the toxic woobification also known as “Derek Deserves Nice Things.”

How lacking in empathy do you have to be to think that one of the main characters deserving nice things is toxic? Derek Hale DOES deserve nice things, for fucks sake he’s EARNED them after everything he’s been through. (And, not to compare trauma because that is equally toxic, but since they seem intent on doing it anyway: Derek has been through much more and much more than Scott. He, more than anyone on the show, deserves to have a goddamn break and a little sympathy.) 

I just. I can’t even touch on that last part about Derek deserving everything he got. That is so tone deaf and blind, how did PEW even manage to watch this show? Clearly he can’t see what’s right in front of him. Derek did not deserve what he got at all. Hell, NO ONE deserve the level of unending abuse Derek was put through for the sake of whump. 

“Derek let his fear of the Argents and his shame about his actions with Kate (and Paige) influence his actions. He didn’t trust Scott; he didn’t share information freely with Scott.”

Yikes. First off, as I already said, Derek had every reason to fear the Argents. They murdered his family. Derek has no way of knowing how many of them were involved; the only one who couldn’t have been was Allison, since she was a child. But Chris? Victoria? Yeah, Derek was right to fear them. And even if you take away the death of his family, the Argents are HUNTERS. They KILL WEREWOLVES, something Scott never did manage to figure out because he was too concerned with getting his dick wet. Even going so far as to side with them in the worst moment of cinematic history, before he even knew them or had reason to defend them. Allison was a pretty girl, and Derek was telling him what her family did to his, and Scott decided the Pretty Girl won over the death of Derek’s family, children included. 

As for trusting Scott? When did Scott every prove himself trustworthy? I’m sorry, but if someone looked me in the eyes and told me that maybe my family deserved to burn alive, I wouldn’t ever trust them. There is nothing they could do to earn my trust after that. But eventually Derek comes around, showing that he is in fact a better person that I am. Because I would have thrown Scott right at the Argent’s feet for that comment, and let them see just how merciful they really are. And that isn’t even touching on how Scott lied to Allison about her mother’s pack, directly resulting in her hunting down Derek and his pack, and attempting to kill two of her classmates. Conveniently, the two people Scott had claimed to care about when it was convenient for him as a way to keep Derek from building a pack. 

“The thought that Derek Hale was only there for Scott to learn what not to do never even occurred to them.” No character’s sole purpose is to be a foil. A character may be designed as a foil, but first and foremost, they are their own character. A thought that apparently never occurred to PEW. As much as he wishes it did, the show did not revolve around Scott, and neither did the characters. Because while he was the main character, he was not it’s only character. 

“Sterek. There’s nothing wrong with the ship itself, as long as the viewers realized that  – no matter what the MTV PR department said – it never had a chance of happening.”

Once again, PEW entirely misses the point. I don’t think anyone ever genuinely believed Sterek was going to be canon. We all knew better than that, we were not yet in an age where queer relationships happen on screen for anything other than comic relief like a sideshow freak; there only briefly. They weren’t going to do that with their main characters, because then they would have to get rid of them! Like when they wrote off Danny and Ethan, and kept Mason and Corey mostly out of the picture when they were together, or when they brought back Ethan and Jackson for the very end-for no reason other than exploiting Colton coming out and getting those diversity points! (Which were very much not earned, in my opinion. It was pandering at best.) 

It wasn’t the fact that Sterek was never going to be canon that made people so angry; it was the fact that Jeff kept dangling it in front of the fandom for years, once he saw how popular it was becoming. He would talk in interviews about how much he loved the Sterek dynamic, tweet about how much he supported it, and then write barely any scenes were Stiles and Derek interacted. We knew it wasn’t going to happen, and we didn’t appreciate being mocked. 

“[...] and having a relationship between the lead’s two foils, including one closely echoing Derek’s backstory and being illegal, would have required too much focus..” 

But it wasn’t too much focus when any other characters got together? No, of course not, because other relationships didn’t challenge Scott with their popularity. It’s okay not to like a ship, but don’t be so sanctimonious about it. 

Also, illegal? Cute that he brings this up as a ‘concern’ when it comes to Sterek, but where was the outrage when they started pushing for Lydia and Parish? You know, that 24 year old cop fantasizing about showering/amking out with a 17 year old girl? I think the power dynamics with that are inherently far more problematic than little old Sterek. 

“So that’s why they ignored the terrible things Derek did to others, especially to his own betas – seducing Erica, hurting Isaac, withholding information from all three of them – that sent two of them running for the hills and one of them running for Scott.”

The tag Derek Hale Is A Failwolf currently has 569 works in it. That’s a pretty good amount, considering many people don’t get into specific tags like that. I’ve never seen anyone ignore what Derek did; and on a broad level, no one is ignoring that Derek seducing Erica was kind of gross, or that hurting Isaac was wrong. Keeping information from them wasn’t the best idea either, but Derek did it from a place of trying to protect them. They were kids, and he was their alpha; he was trying to deal with the dangers like the alpha pack on his own because he didn’t want to put them in harms way. Unlike Scott who withholds information that directly puts them in harms way (see: lying to Allison about her mother). 

Derek also hurts Isaac during training. Rough? Yes. Unnecessary? Well, I would say that depends. Derek was showing Isaac what his body was capable of doing; he could heal, something he never had before. You can’t deny that gave Isaac some new perspective and a hell of a lot of confidence, no longer afraid to be hurt. 

And then you have Scott, who disgusting abuses Isaac to assert control over him. He was not trying to teach Isaac anything, he was just angry and jealous that Isaac wanted to kiss Allison, who had broken up with Scott, and made it clear that she didn’t want him waiting for her. They. Were. Not. Together. Scott had no claim to her, he wasn’t ‘defending her honor’, he was being an asshole ex. And Isaac paid the price, getting abused by his so called alpha. And what could he do in that situation? Scott was housing him; by challenging him, Isaac would be risking getting kicked out with nowhere else to go. A great situation to put an abuse survivor in. Scott had all the power and authority in their relationship, so do not try to paint Scott as the savior that welcomed him after he was banished by the big bad Derek. 

As usual, PEW is watching a very different show than the rest of us. But it does not revolve around Scott, and it never did. The characters all had their own lives and motivations. 

And, Derek Hale does in fact deserve nice things. Especially if those nice things involve a long vacation to somewhere that has no wifi, no cell reception, and no way to  be reached by a certain self-righteous teenager, with a certain human at his side.