#tyler hoechlin one-shots

[siremasterlawrence]

Museum Of Horror 1: I Want Your Life

After a hard week I find myself wanting to let go of it all giving up on my dreams when it happens as a shooting star races through the sky and I open my window sliding on to the roof of my home as I stare at the night sky unable to sleep.One small section of the bold gold shooting star seems to rip from it racing to the mid huge ground of my back yard smashing in to it and leaving a massive hole in the back ground of my home as I slide off to see it in his glory.It shines blaring in to my face as I cannot try to explain what I see reaching in with both of my hands as I grasp it and lift it up to my eye line unknowingly my mind goes in to a random placing it next to my chest as it absorbs in to my skin.

Everything in my body switches to a type of a unknown frequency I have never felt of experienced until now as my eyes began to spin like in a merry go round and I blank out four hours waking up in some strange location a hotel room maybe who knows at this point. Panicking I get up rubbing like the window to get to my bathroom mirror only to the have the shock of my life because I am unable to comprehend why I look like this or how I look this and why do I feel like an entirely unique person because this is not my body but it’s empty. I slap myself a bit with enthusiasm because this has to be a dream, I must have been so worked for this last day that I need to be a new entity for a night and woah I go really extremely lucky tonight baby and I could not be happier with results or the fruit of my labor.

“Oh My God! I am touching Tyler Hoechlin’s face.” I say staring in to the mirror.

“What on earth is this a fever dream?” I am still questioning me.

“No! Look at his phones and his contacts.” I say.

“I wonder what he….mmmmmm” I think as I open my shirt.

“He won’t mind if I take a peak right?” I ask with a wink.

“Of course not hot shot! Go for it.” I reply to myself.

“Woah! Shaven very nice.” I think feeling his chest to torso.

“Tyler! I am going to strip.” I say to no one in particular.

“Yeah! I am going to sleep in for a while so if you excuse me.”

“Wait! Wait a second please!” A voice yells back at me matching the mirror.

“Ugh! What do you want?” I say sighing and rolling my eyes.

“You can’t take possession of my body even if you wanted to.” Hey says slamming fist on to the mirror.

“You assume I care, I wanted a new life so I took one.” I shrug my shoulders.

“I Am Not Going Back” I finish.

“You asshole!” He howls at me.

“What is happening? What the fuck?” He shouts.

“Oh buddy! You are fading away.”

“Nnnnooooooo!” He screams in one lays ditch effort but falls in to an endless purple

void.

“That is right bitch”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“This body is glorious”

“Once and for all”

“My life is going to be amazing”

“I will dominate all”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Yell better watch out”

“Motherfuckers “

“I am god”

“A God!”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Now the claim both types of pussies “

“Have a wonderful week”

The end

[anadorablack]

Today I met Tyler Hoechlin

I attended a Q&A by him and also talked to him for a few minutes (pictures will follow in the next few days).

Here's what I learned. Some of you may already know, but in case you don't. ;)

Concerning Derek becoming True Alpha at the end of Teen Wolf the Movie

Tyler said he didn't know it was gonna happen at all, and saw it for the first time when he attended the first screening. He finds it super interesting for the future, especially since he reminded us all that no character remains truly dead in the Teen Wolf universe.

(If it's baiting, it's not nice, Tyler. :P )

Concerning Eli's parentage

Tyler hinted that he knows who Eli's mother is but can't say, just in case there's a new movie in the works (which he doesn't know at present).

Being asked what was the biggest plot twist in Teen Wolf according to him

Tyler said that he didn't see it coming when Peter was revealed to be the Rogue Alpha in season one. No one knew in the cast, except for Ian who was told not long before it was shot.

When being asked which Teen Wolf character he'd like to play aside from Derek

Tyler, of course, said Stiles. XD He also said that he finds some 'Stiles-like' qualities to Clark Kent in Superman and Lois, so that, in a way, he got his wish.

When asked which personality traits he shares with Derek

Tyler answered that they shared a strong sense of loyalty, especially towards family. He also said that it was weird, in a way, because sometimes things happened to Derek in the show that had echoes in his own life, and vice-versa.

When asked what Derek's music playlist would sound like

Tyler said he'd find podcasts of barks and wolves howling; listen to a lot of Nirvana and, when in the mood, listen to Mumford and Sons.

When asked who he preferred shooting with on Teen Wolf

Tyler, obviously, said Dylan. He mentioned filming season one and thinking, while shooting their first scene together, that Dylan was going to go places.

When asked what movie/tv show he'd ask people to watch to introduce them to his work

Tyler said that he's been lucky enough to play varied characters in varied works, but that he always goes back to Road to Perdition because it has a deep meaning to him.

Also, his favourite animal is the cheetah, and his favourite colour is green. This is a man of taste. <3

All in all, meeting him was an absolute PLEASURE and I'll talk more about that in a future post. ;)

[tinseltown-rp]

THE FOLLOWING ROLES HAVE BEEN REOPENED.

Unfollow from your lists because they blocked the main and both admins.

Ryan McCartan

Tyler Hoechlin

Danny Griffin

Lyndsy Fonseca

Jessica Keenan Wynn

We are no longer playing games with these two, who now call themselves Kate and Chris. They are officially banned from this group. We've given them more than enough chances, but they continue on with their poor behavior. We will NOT let their toxicity infect the rest of the group.

We have been nothing but friendly, kind, and accepting. We are the most laid-back admins in this game, so I'm not sure why we deserve this treatment.

Unfortunately, because of this situation, we will NO LONGER be accepting SHIPS from OTHER GROUPS. Any plot histories MUST be discussed with the admins.

Members may not block other members UNLESS they discuss with the admins. WE ARE AN ALL-INCLUSIVE GROUP. YOU ARE TO INTERACT WITH EVERYONE.

A LITTLE PSA FOR YOU..

BEFORE THEY SPIN THE STORY....

NO ONE in this group sent that to you. You clearly have enemies from elsewhere or you're making it up to cause drama. Of course it's not right, but we know for a FACT that it wasn't from anyone here. How dare you come in accusing us of ANYTHING! You are THE ONLY ONE who claims this has happens, and multiple times. How dare you keep using this as an excuse at all! We have screen shots from the last time this was pulled.

madsclinett:

the fact of the matter is, this has happened multiple times under diff aliases and using the same (almost word for word) excuse, trying to paint us and the group in an unfair and wrong light, and we genuinely aren't sure why as each and everytime they've been welcomed by admin and members alike, messaging to plot or interacting with their posts. and it's only ever been an issue with these same two players, so we are taking precautions to keep us and our members safe.

[facefartdreams]

Tyler Posey lifted a cheek from the hot cement basketball court next to all his best guy friends. In typical Posey style the guys winced as they braced for another Posey fart. The fart shot out in three beats, airy and muffled. "pffffsshhp, pphhrrmmpph, phrmpph!" The heat from the cement heightened the smell and his friends pulled their shirts over their noses. “Damn Pose! Another one?!?!” Greg was used to this behavior. Tyler was a 5 year old when it came to gas humor, and it seemed you couldn’t hang out with him without getting at least one fart from him. John took his shirt down and sniffed the air “Ugh! It’s still bad!” Tyler Hoechlin knew his friend’s fart was gonna linger, and sat with his shirt over his face, rolling his eyes at Posey. Posey began to waft the rest of his gas to all three of his friends.

Tyler Posey didn’t do this to be mean, or teasing. Tyler in fact wanted his friends to retaliate. and one day he knew they would. Posey had a fart fetish. When he was younger, he would fart on his pillows before bedtime and take deep whiffs. That got him searching for fart stuff online which led him to some fetish websites. Overtime he learned how to masturbate and from then on he got off on the intense imaginary smells of gas from hot guys in photos or even real farts on Youtube. Tyler sat in class with Greg & John as a new kid walked into the room. Dylan just transferred from a tech school into a University and was sort of a dweeb, so Tyler thought. Dylan took the lone empty seat next to Tyler and waited for class to begin. Posey took this empty moment to rip a fart in the class full of guys, bring chuckles and moans throughout the class. Dylan looked at Tyler with eyes of fear and shock. Tyler smiled at the dweeb and leaned back in his seat to relax. Class began. The teacher was young, just a year or two older than the average senior. So when talking about solids, liquids, and gases, the guys in the class all had some good chuckles about the gas substance. "Posey's got a lotta gas teach!" Tyler laughed and looked over to Dylan who stared shyly at the man. Tyler gave him a smile… fuck he was kind of weird… That afternoon Posey walked to Hoechlin's dorm to chill and play some video games. "Hey Ty, have you met Dylan? He's my new dorm neighbor!" Posey gave the same look of awkward shock Dylan gave him at school. "How many more times am I gonna have to see this kid?" Dylan smiled and acknowledged that they had met. As the games progressed Hoechlin left the room to use the bathroom. Posey sat with Dylan in awkward silence until Dylan tried to spark a conversation. "So… what do you do for fun?" Tyler continued staring at the game and ignored Dylan as a person in the room until he responded with "huh… this…" Dylan stared at the video game Posey had his eyes glued on. Posey sat with a stare and with a hint of remorse tried to spark up some conversation with the weird newbie in return. "So… huh… what's your last name?" Tyler asked. "O'Brien, you gonna add me to Facebook? I have one!" Dylan lit up. "What? No! Just trying to be nice and talk…" Tyler went back to his game. Then out of thin air Dylan shot back with something that sent chills down Tyler's spine. "That was some fart in class today…" Dylan smiled at his comment and Tyler's eyes lit up in shock. His eyes moved from side to side as Dylan stumbled upon the one thing Tyler really wanted to talk about. "It was okay… I… guess…" Tyler tried focusing on his game when the other Tyler reentered the room. You could cut the tension with a knife. Posey was silent. O'Brien smiled and watched the now failing Tyler continue at his video game. Tyler sat in chemistry class groggy and miserable. He didn't sleep a wink and mostly because he sat in bed thinking about Dylan and the way his eyes lit up in awe when he brought up Tyler's fart yesterday. Did he like them too? He couldn't! Some straight laced guy with a happy go lucky grin couldn't possibly like something so foul. Greg and John entered the room and sat near Tyler. "Dude! You look like shit" Greg laughed at his own comment and John spoke up. "You and Hoechlin must have gotten wasted last night?" Posey made some underhanded comment about how Hoechlin's new buddy Dylan doesn't drink and the guys cracked up. "He just sat around and talked, no booze, no girls, no fun, worst free time of my life!" "Dude! You should just fart on him today, aim em' all at him. Be merciless!" John's idea sparked a smile within Tyler. Dylan was gonna get served. As Dylan walked into class he looked well rested and pulled his water bottle out of his backpack… "he must still use the same one from high school. What a loser, just carry the one book, you just have one class today dumb ass!" Tyler thought. At that moment Tyler tapped Greg on the shoulder and Greg turned around as Tyler shifted his eyes towards Dylan, still facing Greg. Tyler lifted his rump

slightly from his chair and a small squeaker of a fart blasted from his seat. Dylan looked shocked and stared at the two guys and laughed. Greg laughed back… primarily at Dylan rather than with him, and turned around to prepare for the lesson. Dylan looked a Tyler to comment "Yesterday's was better…" Tyler said nothing and prepared for the lesson. His butt lifted from the seat again and a faint hiss left his shorts. A faint whiff of ass hit his nose and Dylan's. That's when the strange part occurred. It was 15 minutes into class and the four guys in the back were hit by a stronger smell. Rotten eggs, foul skunk, and sweaty ripe ass filled the air as Greg and John began to choke. "Teacher! I think Posey needs to be excused!!!" John sounded worried. The professor made no reaction, these guys break wind in class everyday, it was just another day for them. Posey made no comment but to laugh and claim the attack with a grin. John and Greg turned back around to the lesson when Tyler looked at Dylan… Dylan winked an eye at the once champion farter and smiled. Knowing he just bested the champion. Tyler lifted a leg and ripped  a rather audible blast at Dylan and the class erupted in anger at the 20 year old stud. Dylan secretly lifted a cheek and although silent, the smell was unbearably worse. Tyler blushed red as John and Greg turned around to egg Tyler on. "Dude, we said be merciless, but this is too much! Give the poor guy a break and take some beano" John was in near tears. Greg was on the verge of dry heaving. "Dylan, buddy! You're not even flinching! You're a beast to put up with this!" Greg was impressed by Dylan's composure. What John and Greg didn't know was that Dylan had just let loose another series of gas attacks into the room. Tyler let out a bigger fart, which, accidentally timed made it seem like the smell came from his loud blast rather than Dylan's SBD. Within 40 more minutes of class the guys were now all well equipped to handle a chemical war.

Class was over and the guys walked out. John and Greg were applauding their newfound hero Dylan for taking Posey's gas like a champ. Neither guy knew that the smell was Dylan's brew. Posey sat back and watched as the weird kid got high fives and back pats for his stamina. "We're now a group of five bros man, you're in!" John said as Dylan got bright eyed. He just wanted to fit in. Posey felt even sicker… what if Dylan wanted to fart more?

The party was a huge hit. Posey and the gang threw a huge bash at his dorm. There was beer, chips, salsa, bean dip, and more "Everclear" than you'd know what to do with. "Do we really have to invite him? I still think he's a dweeb!" Tyler asked John. "Dude! You're just upset that you can't throw him off with your stink. That guy is more of a man than you! haha!" Tyler focused on that conversation between him and John for the duration of the party as Dylan sat right next to Posey with some bean dip and broccoli. "Hey Tyler!" Dylan tried to be nice. Tyler sipped his beer and scoldingly told Dylan "How come you don't drink?" Dylan looked at him sheepishly; "I'll drink, if you'll be nice to me." Tyler obliged and Dylan took a swig of Everclear with his juice. Tyler laughed at Dylan's facial expressions each shot and asked him to try it again. 5 shots later Dylan said "This doesn't have a taste? *hiccup*" Tyler took a shot himself and wrapped his arm around Dylan. "Come here kid, I'll show you some beer…" Tyler brought out a Guinness for them both. "This is only for special occasions, that cheap PBR is nothing…" Dylan LOVED it! And drank happily with Tyler the rest of the night. They laughed and got to know each other better. Tyler even calling Dylan "cool" in his book. Dylan smiled… but began to look sick from the alcohol. Greg was scoring big with the ladies as Hoechlin and John left with no one. "Man, Dylan's pretty fucked up tonight. What did you do Pose?" Tyler Hoechlin looked worried. "He's fine, he can crash here tonight. I don't want his dorm leader finding him drunk when you take him home." The guys left for the night and Posey and O'Brien stayed. Tyler wrapped him in a blanket on the couch and headed to his bed to go to sleep.

Tyler laid awake in his bed to thoughts of men from his porn library ripping ass in his dorm room. As he stroked his cock he imagined the smells and sounds they produced just for him. He threw one of them on the bed in his imagination and began to eat his ass out. He imagined the smooth run fleshy ass against his tongue ripping fart after fart and soon he was furiously stroking his meat in an intense sweat that was absorbed by the bed. The man in his dreams ripped a fart that went on for ages, his cum shot out onto the sheets and the guy's face became more prevalent in his mind… it was Dylan! Posey gasped for air and rose up from his bed panting in fear. "What the fuck was that?!?" Tyler thought. He got up and walked back into his livingroom. Dylan was curled up on the couch and sleeping like a baby. "Fucking dweeb" Tyler mumbled under his breath. He got a glass of water from the kitchen and began to head back to bed, but something came over him. He walked over to Dylan on the couch… "Don't do it" Tyler tried stopping himself. He took a sniff of the air, a loud sniff. Nothing. He would regret this next move… he moved in closer. Posey got within inches of Dylan's ass and although it was snuggly fit under the covers the smell was amazing. The dweeb had an ass odor, and Tyler was getting hooked. Posey went to bed in shame of his secret sniffing adventure. But his mind raced with the thoughts of Dylan's gas in the classroom that afternoon. Could he be… falling for the dweeb? Tyler's dreams were tame, except for one. Dylan was snuggled in bed with him and he was dutch opening him as a prank. He woke up and headed to the kitchen for some breakfast. Dylan was up and at it. "What? No hangover?!?!" Tyler pointed out. "That? Oh, last night was nothing. I drank twice as much at home. Dylan was acting rather alpha male this morning; Tyler was confused. Talk of the weather and classes grew old between the two and Posey tried coming up with other conversations. Dylan had other ideas. "Man, I bet I had some GAS last night. Dylan winked at Tyler and Tyler felt uncomfortable again as Dylan aimed a fart into Tyler's direction. The smell wafted to Tyler who winced and coughed on the smell. Tyler had to retaliate and ripped one of his own. It stunk, but Dylan's was stronger. Just like the classroom experience Dylan was besting the gassy fetishist. "So you can retaliate?" Dylan ripped a longer blast. The smell intensified and Tyler's dick grew in his shorts. "I thought I'd freshen the room a bit with my brew." Dylan smiled and then smoldered his stare at Tyler.was he flirting? Tyler turned red and tried to get up and do his book report. "Have you read your book yet?" Dylan asked. Tyler played it off and said yes, but Dylan's next quote sent chills down his spine. "Was your book against my ass last night? Because you had your nose there for part of the night. Did it smell good?" Dylan was going in for the kill. Tyler was sweating and told Dylan to get out. The fear was all over his face. "Get out? I think I have something you want Posey Wosey. Dylan sat on Tyler's lap and Tyler tried bucking him off. The fart was loud. It was warm. not just warm, it burned! Fuck it burned! Tyler winced from the smell, but it was the most magical moment of heaven he ever experienced! Dylan wrapped his arm around Tyler's shoulder and Tyler wrapped his around Dylan's back. Dylan let out another fart after lifting a cheek and aiming it at Tyler's stomach. "I see you've stopped competing. is someone out of gas? Dylan cooed at Tyler. "You're the king." Tyler moaned over and over. "The king?!?" Dylan smiled. "Well, that's pretty impressive. Am I more kingly than that farter you have saved on your computer?" Tyler was taken aback by Dylan's remark. Dylan looked at his Internet history last night! But it didn't matter. In fact it felt safer. Dylan was doing this willingly.Yes Dilly! OH YES!!! FUCK MORE!!!" Dylan smacked Tyler in the back of the head and ripped an angry fart in his lap. But you told me to get out. so I guess this is goodbye.

Dylan sat up and walked out the door farting almost each step of the way. Tyler's legs had lost circulation but that didn't stop him from crawling to the door in hopes of getting Dylan back. Tyler laid in a fetal position alone in his apartment dorm breathing in the smells of Dylan's crop-dust. He was so sexually frustrated he was in tears. What if Dylan told the guys? What if he told the school? Class on Monday had Posey freaking out. He sat at his typical desk when Dylan walked in… he sat right in front of Tyler. John and Greg noticed this and took seats next to Dylan instead of you. "Man, I see Dylan is learning from Friday's mistakes. Can't sit next to the gas bomb for too long!" John chuckled at Tyler's expense and Tyler stared at Greg. pointing to the empty seat next to him. "Man Posey, I don't think anyone is gonna sit their after you nuked it last week!" Posey tried to laugh it off.deep down he was hurt, lonely, and feeling left out. His new view was kind of worth it though… Dylan's round butt spread right in front of his view. Dylan pulled his jeans down and Tyler sprung a boner when he noticed… he wasn't wearing any underwear in class. His jacket covered his front view. To the teacher and the rest of the class it looked like Dylan was fully clothed. The smell hit Tyler like a ton of bricks. He focused more on Dylan's ass, the hole opened up and the smell magnified. Every minute Tyler was hit by a wave of stink from Dylan's butt in class. Tyler had a show of Dylan's ass right in front of him. As class ended Posey's notes were blank. Dylan pulled up his jeans and got out of his seat. Greg and John walked out with him with Posey trailing behind. "Yo Dylan! We still on for tomorrow?" Greg asked. "Yeah, see you then! I'm bring Hoechlin!" Dylan smiled as Tyler spoke up, "Wait? What's going on?" Posey looked confused. "Oh, we're hanging out Tuesday… you can come right Dylan?" Greg looked at Dylan as though Dylan was in charge of the group. "Yeah, come on!" John and Greg headed to their next class as Dylan was pushed against a wall by Tyler. "What the fuck was that!?" Tyler was furious with the mind games. "Chill buddy, you getting' jealous of me taking over? Afraid of my power?" Dylan bit his lip and chuckled at Tyler's grip as it lightened. Dylan smiled and ripped a fart and laughed harder. Tyler asked Dylan to hang out after his classes, his voice cracked from the question. "Well, what would we do together?" Dylan smiled more, it was a shit eating grin that made Tyler feel two inches small. "Well… we could… study…" Tyler sulked. "Oh, because you didn't record any notes today and need mine?" Dylan laughed and tickled Posey's nipple. Posey flinched and responded. "We… we… can do the thing…" "Oh! The thing… yeah… well, I knew I'd hook you soon. Tell you what, I'll give you my notes, but at a price…" Dylan looked powerful. Tyler was scared. "All the notes you can ever need… but you'll be my personal fart sniffer… for life." Dylan massaged Tyler's shoulder after the proposal. Tyler struggled to speak as Dylan's other hand moved down to Tyler's member… "I think your little friend has chosen for you". Dylan walked right into Tyler's apartment. "Man, you still got any of that bean dip?" I'm hungry. Tyler pulled the dip from the fridge with some broccoli and handed it to Dylan. Dylan had wrapped a blanket around his body and pointed to a hole. "In." Dylan commanded. Tyler stuck his head into the covers right against Dylan's ass. He was wrapped tight against Dylan's hole. The first sniff was incredible. Dylan's ass smelled just like the gas Tyler was subjected to in class. That's when the first fart hit. Tyler's nose burned as he carefully sniffed Dylan's ass and stroked his cock. Tyler woke up with his face trapped in a bed sheet. Dylan was gone. It was 3am. He read a note on his bedroom door: "You couldn't even last 5 minutes down there. You're pathetic. If you don't do better next time I'm gonna twist your nuts until they pop off. Love you sweetie! -Dilly" Posey was scared, but his hard on still grew.

He threw himself on his bed, face to pillow, when a foul smell hit him… Dylan farted on his pillows before leaving… he sniffed until he passed out drunk on Dylan's gas. Tuesday night Posey was dressed to the nine's. The guys went to a club and were sitting at a booth. Dylan was leading the conversation and John, Greg and Hoechlin were eating it up. Greg drew everyone's attention to a girl. Dylan glared at Tyler and pointed to the restroom with a wink. "He wants me to do this now?!?" Tyler thought. The two guys passed the bathroom and Dylan led them to an area behind the building. Dylan guided Tyler so that his back was against a brick wall, and with no words Dylan began to fart onto Posey's thigh. Tyler was mesmerized by the showing. Dylan was blowing out gas like a champ. Most were inaudible, but the breeze, and the foul smell was a dead giveaway. For 5 minutes Dylan let rip constant streams of gas, but at minute 6 Posey tried bucking him off. "Dude! That's enough, you're proving your point you're a fucking GOD! Now get off me!" Posey felt a little nauseous from the performance. "No Pose! I got GAS! I need you to sniff it. Come to think of it, my shorts are probably filtering the stink. It may travel back to the other guys." Tyler was listening to Dylan speak and he felt lightheaded with excitement and fear. "Can you pull my shorts down… with your teeth?" Dylan gave Tyler the sweetest puppy dog eyes he could muster. Tyler dropped to his knees and praised the bubblebutt before his eyes. Dylan backed his ass up into Tyler's mouth as Tyler opened wide and bit down on the back elastic of Dylan's shorts. As Tyler pulled down on the shorts his nose rubbed against Dylan's open crack. Tyler could smell the scent of trapped gas between the cheeks flood his senses. A quick sharp toot filled the air and Tyler's oxygen was tainted further with the gas of his new fart king. "Air my shorts out and keep your face in my ass. I got a lot more" Dylan was talking as though this was the most normal behavior in the world. Tyler began to moan. How did Dylan never run out of gas!?!? "You're doing a lot better than Monday night. Just don't pass out" On the word pass out Dylan let out a fart that could singe nose hairs of anyone in the parking lot on the other side of the building. Tyler tried to escape but his head was trapped against the brick wall. He was in Dylan's fart trap. "We better go back… I still have a lot of gas but you'll just have to claim whatever I have to release in the bar." Tyler stared at Dylan. He was embarrassed to fart. Dylan was embarrassed about farting in front of the other guys. But around him he was a gas bomb. If that didn't say love, what did? A few months later the guys were hanging out at John and Greg's house. Dylan was sitting on a bean bag and munching on some taco bell when a fart erupted from his ass. This fart scared the living daylights out of the guys and they stared at Dylan. Dylan was about to cry when Posey spoke up. "Sorry guys, hahahaha! That was me." John looked back at Dylan on the other side of the room. "Uhh… bro… that noise came from Dylan!" The smell hit the guys with force. "UGH! Wait y'all, ever since Dylan came into the picture, Tyler's farts have stunk SO much worse!" Hoechlin looked confused. "Guys! Seriously, I can throw my farts! See?" Tyler leaned and motioned to Dylan to rip a fart from his seat. Dylan let out another loud monster and looked scared and cried "STOP!" They guys busted out laughing as Tyler waved a hand behind his ass to waft the magnify smell from his ass. Dylan lived to see another embarrassment free night. Posey was sure to be rewarded for that save tonight… when the taco bell finally reached Dylan's gut. Dylan was sure to make Posey suffocate and cum his dick off that night.

[theonlyblackcanary]

Other Worlds

Co-written with @swifteforeverandalways

@atiny-angel @axelwolf8109 @epickiya722 @thebejeweledwatercat @greek-freak101 @ozzypawsbone-princeofbarkness

Summary: Alternate versions of Superman and Supergirl crash into the Emoverse (Earth-1386)

Notes: Alternate Kal El is portrayed by Tyler Hoechlin and Kara Zor El is portrayed by Sasha Calle. There is zero explanation why Derek and Kal look alike. If you have any questions @swifteforeverandalways and will happily answer

Warnings: Panic attacks, mention of torture, mention of sexual assault, a werewolf is hit while in wolf form, homophobia. Mention of incest but no actual incest

"Listen up, the Watchtower picked up two foreign figures falling from the sky and crashing near Smallville" Bruce, geared up on his Batman suit except for his mask flipped through a tablet.

"Friendly or not?" Kara asked. "Not sure yet, Starfire is looking for any wormholes just in case, Jason and Roy are ready to arrest them if needed" Diana said. Kara nodded, though she looked apprehensive.

"Could they be Kryptonian?" Clark asked. “I thought you guys were the last of the Kryptonians,” Mon-El said.

"As far as we know, Daxam was close to Krypton but a lot of you and your people survived"

“Let’s go,” Bruce said, picking up his mask. Diana readied her Invisible Jet for Oliver. "Dinah, can you and Barry watch the Tower until we get back?"

“Of course,” Dinah said with a nod. Barry whined but sat down at the computer. "Let's go" Wonder Woman grabbed Batman and flew off. Superman and Supergirl close behind them.

“So Bruce, how’s Kate been? Haven’t seen her in forever?” Kara shouted to pass the time. "She's in Chicago with her girlfriend"

"Which one?" Kara teased. "Small talk later guys" Green Arrow said. Clark and Kara landed hard.

They looked around. "Clark!" Kara yelled, running to two unconscious figures. Clark followed her.

Kara knelt down, Mon-El landing quietly by her. Clark looked at the male laying in a fetal position, fear in his face, eyes closed tightly. He tried to unravel the man.

"Clark" Kara gasped, turning the female over, the black suit she was wearing almost an exact replica of the one Kara herself was wearing, the House of El symbol on the chest.

Mon-El looked shocked. "What the hell?" Clark said.

"We need to get them to SHIELD" Kara picked the female up. Mon-El helped with the male. "He kind of looks like Jade's werewolf friend"

“He does,” Kara agreed.

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Kara watched over the girl, wondering who she was. They had to cut the suits off the pair, dressing them in hospital scrubs until they woke up. "What if they are from our family? Kal was so young...."

She shook her head, rubbing a hand over her face.

The girl shot awake, gasping in shock. "What the fuck?!" She ripped the medical equipment off of her, Kara and Mon-El running in. "Get away from me!"

“Whoa whoa, we’re trying to help you!” Kara said. "Oh I've been helped before sweetheart" She shook in pure anger, eyes glowing red. "Where's Kal?! I swear to Ra if you hurt him!"

“What do you know about my cousin?” Kara demanded.

"Your cousin?! My name is Kara Zor El, and I'm not going to lose him!" She shoved Kara into the nearest wall. "Kal!"

“Mon-El, run!” Kara yelled. He followed the other Kara. She listened for his heartbeat, yelling in anger. "Kal!" She bolted into an empty room, finding him sleeping in a hospital bed. "Kal, wake up"

“Why do you keep saying his name is Kal?” Mon-El called. She ignored him. Kal woke up with a groan. "Kara?" "I'm here" She whispered.

Mon-El crossed his arms against his chest, watching the scene. Kal began to panic when he saw what he was wearing. "No no no no"

“Shh, shhh,” the other Kara whispered. She hugged him close. "They won't hurt us again"

Mon-El inched towards the button to alert security. Kara sped over and grabbed him by his throat.

“Who are you! Where are we!” She yelled. She slammed him down to the ground, Kal knelt by Mon-El. "You might want to tell her, we're not always in a good mood"

Mon-El nodded hastily. "You're safe here, I swear" Kal punched the ground near Mon-El's face.

“Where are we?!” He screamed. Diana wrapped her lasso of truth around Kal's neck, pulling him to the ground. Kara grabbed Mon-El by his throat. "Let my cousin go or I'll snap his neck"

“She’s not bluffing,” Kal said. "Who are you?" The lasso glowed. "My name is Kal El, that's my cousin Kara Zor El, and if you don't let us go I will burn this fucking place to the ground" He growled.

“He’s telling the truth,” Diana said in shock. "Let me go. Now"

Diana released her lasso.

Kara threw Mon-El unceremoniously to the ground. "You're safe here, I promise"

"Shut up!" Kara screamed, activating her heat vision.

Diana pulled out her shield and jumped in front of Mon-El. The pair ran. "Superman! Supergirl!"

“Shit!” Diana yanked out her phone.

Kal and Kara ran into their counterparts. "This doesn't have to end in a fight" Clark said. "Yeah, let's be reasonable" Kara said

"Oh, this is us being reasonable" Kal said, scowling with absolute hatred. He threw a punch.

Clark caught it and tried to headbutt him. Kal shook the pain away and flew up just a bit and headbutted Clark with all his strength, knocking him to the ground.

A blade whizzed through the air, landing next to Kal. "The fuck?"

“Now, how about we all calm the fuck on down,” Jade said. "You don't know what we've been through" Kara said painfully. "We won't let you hurt us again!" Her and Kal flew off.

“Who the fuck were they?” Jade spun to look at Clark and Kara. Clark rolled onto his side. "They said their names are Kal El and Kara Zor El"

“But. But you two…..” Jade shook her head. "I'm not here to help completely but Diana called me about this" He pulled out a vial of Kryptonite. "Use this only if absolutely necessary"

Everyone looked at it. Oliver took it. "I could coat two of my arrows in it" “We aren’t killing them,” Jade said.

"Just in case" Bruce said. "They were scared" Kara said. “Which is why we shouldn’t kill them,” Jade insisted.

"I can try and track them down" Clark said. "Before they get hurt or hurt anyone"

“Do it,” Jade said. “I’ll update SHIELD.” "Thank you" Diana gripped her shoulder. Jade pulled Diana into a hug.

-----

Kara and Kal crashed near the Fortress of Solitude. They looked around. Kara ran her hand over the ice. "Home" She whispered.

Kal placed a hand on her shoulder. "Do you think Lex Luthor sent us here? We were about to crash his plane"

"If he did, I'll kill him myself" “Kal, where are we?” Kara said quietly.

"I don't know but they won't hurt us" “Those other two….the two claiming to….to be us….”

"I'll kill them too" “How….why were they claiming to be us?” "They don't deserve to even look at our house symbol"

Kara sighed and hugged him from behind. He gave her a gentle smile. "We've already been through the worst thing that could've happened to us"

"I know" Kara whimpered in pain. Kal hugged her tightly. "Maybe we should ask for their help" "Should we?'

"If we explain to them why we got scared" "Fine" They flew off. "Superman!" Kal yelled.

Clark exited, Kara following. “Are you two finally done running away?” Clark asked warily.

"We need to talk" Kara said. Kal nodded. "Follow us" "Please tell me you have our suits, we need to get out of these before I have a panic attack"

“We have them in safe keeping,” Bobbi said, walking up. Kal and Kara ran off, coming back in seconds with their black suits on. "We don't trust humans"

“Yeah well, not everyone here is human,” Clark said.

"He is" Kara pointed at Oliver. "And him too" She then pointed at Bruce. "When we came to Earth, we landed near a lab. They took us..." Kal said. "They tortured us, took our blood, cut our hair, experimented on us until we couldn't even remember what it felt like to not be in constant pain"

“Have you ever heard of the multiverse?” Bobbi asked. "It's a concept in our world" “It’s real. You aren’t on your Earth anymore.”

"Doesn't mean we have to trust you" Kal growled. "The hospital, you were acting out of fear" Mon-El said.

“You had us in an unfamiliar room!” Kal yelled. "Wearing this!" Kal ripped the scrubs. “Wow, you look even more like Derek now,” Bobbi muttered. "Who?"

“My mother-in-law’s bodyguard. He’s a werewolf.” "Your earth is weird" "Not really...."

"Just help us get back to our Earth so I can strangle Lex Luthor" “Ugh, your Earth has one too?” Clark scowled.

"And his sister, who I killed after she almost killed Kal" “God, it sounds like Lena is a bitch on every Earth,” Bobbi commented.

"You can't just kill people" Diana said. “Di, that’s what Jade does,” Bobbi laughed. Kal growled. “Who is this ‘Jade’ you speak of?” He demanded. "My wife"

“Your…..wife?” "Yup, big ol lesbian" Diana snorted. “Jade certainly is,” she mused.

"Do you not have gay people on your Earth?" Kal and Kara exchanged a look.

"We really don't care about anyone but each other" "Is anyone else getting a incest vibe?" Barry blurted out.

“Or they are just like Pietro and Wanda,” Bobbi said. Oliver smacked the back of Barry's head. "Barry" He hissed.

"Just help us get home" "Of course" Kal soaked in the sun, his strength and color in his skin returning. Jade walked up.

"You really do remind me of Derek" “The werewolf?” Kal asked. "Yeah"

Kal scowled. He flew back down in front of her. "I'm so sorry about what happened to you"

“What do you care?” "Because I care about people unless they hurt my family, I can see that's how you are with Kara"

Kal stared at Jade for a long minute. "She's my reason for living" “Yeah, I have one of those too,” Jade said softly, looking over at her wife.

"They tried to....hurt her.... sexually" Jade growled loudly at that. “Okay, what did you say to piss my wife off,” Bobbi said, walking up.

"Nope not mad at him, mad at the people who tortured them" Jade covered her eyes. Bobbi rubbed Jade’s shoulders.

"If they tried to do that to her, I'd volunteer in her place or kill them"

"I’ll help you kill all of them. Bastards who hurt people in….in that way,” Jade nearly trembled in anger.

"We already did, our powers grew strong enough, we killed everybody" “Good,” Jade said, green eyes like fire.

Clark landed with a sonic boom. "We might've found a frequency that belongs to your Earth" “What is your Earth like?” Jade asked Kal.

"Safe because we kill everyone" “Do…are there any other heroes?” "Uh, the Arrow, Frost, Blue Beetle, Bronze Tiger"

".....Arrow?" "I think his name is Roy?" “Harper? Damn, Ollie doesn’t exist in your universe,” Jade snickered. "At least my kid's still a hero!"

“What about our more New York based heroes? The Avengers and such?” Jade asked. "Who?" "What?" Kal and Kara said very confused.

“Nevermind,” Jade sighed. "We were tracking Lex Luthor because he had silver Kryptonite, if he used it on us he'd be able to control us"

“Dammit,” Clark swore before looking at Jade. “What about Outworlders? I know some kryptonites affect you guys. What about silver?” "Definitely not silver, mind shield" Jade tapped her head.

“If he tries to use it in her, I will put a bullet in his brain,” Bobbi said. Kal smirked.

“And everyone calls me the protective one,” Jade said. "You both are" Kara said, hugging her cousin.

“Do you want us to come with you guys?” Jade asked. "If he gets control of us, yes" "I’m down,” Jade grinned viscously.

-Smallville-

A black wolf bounded towards Jade, sniffling at her and then gawking at Kal.

“Yeah, I know,” Jade laughed, petting the wolf. Kal growled at the wolf, eyes turning red. The wolf growled back.

"Derek, can you turn human?" Bobbi asked, throwing a sweatshirt and sweatpants down. Derek grabbed the clothes between his teeth and trotted off.

He came back after a minute, shaking leaves out of his hair. “What the fuck?” He said, looking at Kal. ,

"I could say the same thing" Derek and Kal stared down each other. "Where's Stiles and Eli?" Derek looked over at Jade.

"They're safe with my sister, I don't trust Scott or my uncle" “Has Scott always been that whiny?” Jade asked.

"Yes" “And that’s why I don’t like men" Jade joked. "You don't like Scott" “He’s whiny.”

"I caught a scent of two Lex Luthors and Lena" Derek said. Hurt briefly crossed Kara’s face before she masked it.

"Kryptonite doesn't have a smell to it but it gave me a headache" “Could be your werewolf heritage, or perhaps because you are such an integral part of my mom’s guard,” Jade said. "Probably both"

“Where did you catch the scent?” Bobbi asked. Derek shifted, ripping the clothes and ran, Jade followed.

The others did too. Derek laid against the grass, growling quietly at Lex. "This is crazy, controlling alternate Superman and Supergirl is impossible!"

Lena crossed her arms against her chest. "I swore revenge on her and I intend to get it"

Derek snarled at that, having heard the history. His eyes turning their Alpha red.

The others stopped behind Derek. He made small growls at Jade, looking for permission.

Jade gave a slight nod. He roared and attacked one of the Lexs. The two Kara’s launched at Lena.

Kal attacked the other Lex. Jade stayed back briefly, merely watching the scene.

Barry slid to a stop by her. "Help Kal and Superman!"" She said. He nodded and ran. "Stupid dog!" Lex punched Derek. Jade pulled out a warfan and launched at that Lex. “Don’t fucking touch him!” She yelled.

Derek whined, Kal speeding over to stand protectively in front of him. Lex pulled out a pink stone and held it towards the three.

Jade snorted. “Is that pink kryptonite?” She asked.

"Yes! Why?" "That's not a lethal type of Kryptonite dumbass" Kal said. "Then what does it do?!"

“Apparently it turns people gay,” Jade snorted. "What?!" “It wouldn’t work on her anyways. She’s already a lesbo,” Lena called.

"Derek, attack Lena" Derek did so. He snarled at the lone female Luthor. "Love your dog Okaia" "He's actually an alpha werewolf bitch"

Lena punched Derek in the face. He whimpered in pain. There was the cocking of a gun before the barrel was placed against Lena’s head.

"You'd be smart to surrender. Now" Bobbi said.

Kal grabbed his Earth's Lex and snapped his neck. “You wouldn’t shoot me.”

Someone shot her in the thigh, sending her to the ground. Bobbi placed her gun back in it's place on her jacket. "I won't, his husband would though"

Stiles ran up, looking pissed. Derek whimpered in pain, Kal watching over him

“Derek!” Stiles ran to him. He knelt by the wolf and petted his head. "You gotta stop scaring the shit out of me sourwolf"

Derek barked out a laugh. "Come on" He helped him back up. Clark, meanwhile, held his Lex in a chokehold.

"Lex Luthor, you're under arrest for the illegal distribution of Kryptonite and animal abuse" Stiles said. "That thing is a werewolf!"

“And he’s also a highly valued member of the Outworld guard. Be lucky we do not inform my mother of your actions,” Jade snapped.

Derek growled and bit at him. Kal and Kara laughing at Lex's reaction. Stiles snapped handcuffs onto Lex before walking over to Lena.

"Lena Luthor, you're under arrest for illegal distribution of Kryptonite and cruelty against a supernatural creature, as well as an attack on a superhero"

“And for insulting my wife,” Bobbi grumbled. Jade hugged her side. "This is for bringing us here" Kara punched Lena.

“I trusted you, obviously that was a mistake,” Lena spat. The other Kara walked up. She gave Lena an unimpressed look.

Lena growled and aimed a gun with Kryptonite at her when she turned around but Kal jumped in front of her

“Leave her alone!” He shouted. Lena pulled the trigger, hitting him in the chest and sending him to the ground.

Bobbi pulled out her gun and shot Lena in the shoulder.

Lena cried out and collapsed. "Kal!" Kara yelled, cradling him in her arms, ripping the Kryptonite out even as it hurt her.

“Shit,” Clark swore. He ran to the pair. "I can't lose him, he's all I have left" Kara sobbed.

“What do we do?” Clark asked. Jade ran over. She pulled out a warfan. "Hold him down"

“What are you going to do to him!” Kara shouted. "Kara! You need to hold her!" Bruce ordered.

Kara grabbed the alternate her. Derek leapt over, using his paws to hold Kal down as best as he could.

Jade shot Derek a quick smile. "Kal, I'm going to cut the Kryptonite out okay? It'll hurt like a bitch but it'll save your life"

“Do it,” Kal said through gritted teeth. Kara collapsed in the other Kara's arms, sobbing quietly. Jade raised her fan and stabbed down.

Kal screamed out in pain. Derek shifted back to human, not caring that he was completely naked. He gripped Kal's wrist and took his pain away, black veils crawling up his arm.

Jade reached in, searching for the kryptonite bullet.

She found it, feeling the pain but gritting her teeth and pulling it out. "Oh that fucking hurts" Derek choked out.

Bobbi pulled out one of SHIELD’s containers, flipping it open. She picked it up and locked it inside. "Derek" Jade covered her eyes.

“Sorry,” Derek said sheepishly. "I like it!" Stiles teased. “Please shift back or get some clothes. I really don’t like seeing….that,” Jade said, making a motion to the lower half.

"Stiles, where's our kid? I'm not in a lot of pain or getting hit so now I'm gonna yell at you, where's Eli?"

Stiles rubbed the back of his head. Derek closed his eyes. "You left him with Cora"

“What?” Stiles asked innocently. "You're sleeping on the couch tonight" Derek shifted.

“Thank you,” Jade said, finally uncovering her eyes. Kara held Kal in her arms.

“So what’s going on between you two?” Barry asked, motioning between the two.

"Barry!" Dinah yelled at him. "I've seen Game of Thrones!" “Of course an alternate Kara would be sleeping with her cousin,” Lena sneered.

"Apparently you're not allowed to just be really close here" “Nah, Lena’s just a fucking bitch,” Jade said.

Clark helped Kal up. Derek nudged him with his head. "Thank you" Kal petted him. Derek nodded.

Bruce activated the portal back to their Earth. “You’re welcome to visit any time,” he told the two.

"Thank you" Kara said gratefully. Oliver handed her a device shaped like a phone. "Just press that and it'll transport you guys back here if we need help"

"How was that made?" "Mother box technology, basically we had Cyborg smash them and turn them into teleporters"

“Just call us anytime. We would be glad to help,” Jade said. "Sorry I choked you" Kara said to Mon-El.

"It's okay" Kara kissed his cheek, smiling warmly at him. Mon-El blushed. Kal glared at him. "What?"

The cousins grabbed each other's hand and jumped into the portal. The portal closed behind them.

"No more multiverse shit for the love of God!" Dinah yelled. “At least for a while,” Jade agreed.

Barry sat on the ground, looking at the stars. Kara walked over to Bruce. "Do you think there's a version of you where you didn't lose your parents?"

“Sometimes,” Bruce admitted. "Seeing them.... reminded me that Clark and I got lucky"

Bruce smiled slightly. “Thanks Kara. And I’ll make sure to let Kate know you want to hang out sometime.” Kara clapped her hands and squealed with excitement.

“I haven’t seen her in forever!” Bruce chuckled, looking at the sky.

[supermanandloisverse]

Tyler Hoechlin shared these bts shots from Superman and Lois night shoots. He also reminded everyone that there is one month of filming left for Season 3!

[buckyseddie]

revealed feelings

pairings — derek hale x fem!shy!stilinski!reader, featuring bff!allison argent x bff!fem!shy!stilinski!reader

summary — in which, her feelings for derek are almost revealed by her twin, forcing her into admitting what she’s been hiding from him for way too long.

word count — 3.7k.

warnings — angst, shy/quiet!reader, panicky!reader, embarrassed!reader, derek being the cockiest little shit use of pet-names [princess], fluff.

notes — i’ve had this imagine planned to write for awhile, so here it goes. gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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BEING STILES’ TWIN SISTER CAN be undeniably stressful — [y/n] knows this more than anyone else.

stiles and [y/n] have always been close — they are twins, after all.

but, she’s always had to live in the shadow of her brother — always dealing with being treated like she’s incapable of taking care of herself.

this was something she hated more than anything in the world.

i guess, that’s understandable — she doesn’t always defend herself.

but, it’s not just her own brother who’s needs to constantly baby her — mostly, everyone in the pack treats her in the same way that he does.

although, there’s just a few other specific people that don’t treat her like that; allison argent and derek hale.

allison has always been like a sister to [y/n] — she herself knows exactly how it feels to be treated like she’s a fragile little girl.

so, the two of them usually bond over that topic on most days — especially, when allison is around and sees the way most of the pack treats [y/n].

and with derek, i guess him treating [y/n] like she can handle herself and only opening up to her because she never judges him, brought on romantic feelings.

but, with stiles being her twin, she just can’t ever admit how she feels.

it’s already to the point of her being completely in denial of her feelings — refusing to admit it to herself.

she refuses to admit the truth, mostly because stiles sometimes comes off as judgy and sassy.

and with being related to him — in her head — she can never come out with the fact that she’s in love the so-called sourwolf.

she couldn’t see that with time, her brother would eventually come to terms with the fact that she’s in love with his frenemy.

or maybe, she’s just terrified of him accepting it and trying to set her up with derek.

i think it’s pretty obvious that it’s the second one.

sure, if he ended up loving her back, that’d be a different story.

but, what if stiles budded in — like he always does with her issues — and derek rejected her?

that’d be even worse than her brother knowing the truth.

that’s exactly why she only told the one person she truly trusts in the entire world — allison.

sure, she’s really good friends with stiles and dating scott.

but, she — thankfully — knows that something as serious as her friend’s crush is to be kept a secret.

[y/n] could always count on her friend to have her back when it came to derek.

needless to say, they’re literally so similar to each other that you’d assume that they’re actually related.

there was rarely ever a moment where they disagreed on anything.

and with the whole feelings situation with derek, allison was always there for her friend in any way possible; [y/n] needed a distraction from derek? allison was there, dragging her away from anything that brought her sadness over feeling like she could never have what she truly wanted. she was feeling insecure and self-conscious about herself? allison was there, reassuring and comforting her and telling her all the ways she was too good for derek. she was feeling jealous over the countless girls that threw themselves at derek? allison was there, pointing out how none of those girls could ever compare to her. she needed an excuse to see derek? allison was there, being just that. she needed to avoid derek? allison was there, making sure that it was being done.

at the end of the day, i think allison was more than okay with helping her friend out because she understood how it felt to be scared to be with someone she thought she could never have.

with scott, it took too long for her father to finally be okay with her and scott being together.

and [y/n]? she was in the same boat with derek — scared of her feelings, scared of rejection, and scared of what her brother would do when he’d finally find out the truth.

but eventually, allison got tired of helping her friend out when it meant she was continuously hiding the truth from derek — it wasn’t fair to derek to be kept in the dark about [y/n]’s feelings, whether he reciprocated them or not.

of course, allison didn’t betray her trust and tell derek or stiles — like you’d think.

but, she did repeatedly mention to [y/n] that coming clean would make things a lot better for her.

but, of course, she refused.

i mean, who wouldn’t? everyone’s scared to admit how they feel towards that one person, at least once in their life.

and sure, keeping allison quiet wasn’t hard at all, considering how loyal she’s always been to [y/n].

but, stiles? that’s a whole other story — especially, the day that he finally finds out the truth.

it’s a normal day for [y/n] — at least — ignoring her feelings the best she can and hanging out with the pack at derek’s loft.

everything would’ve been completely normal, like any other day, if [y/n] just didn’t catch the longing and curious gaze of the hale werewolf.

just seeing the look in the werewolf’s eyes affects her more than she’d ever like to admit.

but, her heartbroken gaze hurts him even more than the whole entire situation does for her — she’d been non-discreetly avoiding him on purpose for months now.

it was only pack meetings that she was forced to show up to and uncomfortably be in the same room as him.

the conversation that mostly everyone is invested in, is quickly forgotten and tuned out by both [y/n] and derek as their longing gazes become much more intense.

allison, who’s sat comfortably beside her boyfriend, notices the interaction before stiles — or anyone else for that matter.

[y/n]’s eyes catches hers and allison shoots her a persistent look, as if telling her what she’s been reminding her for weeks now — for her to just speak with derek privately and just fess up to everything she’s been keeping from him.

[y/n] shakes her head, refusing to do anything as she tries to focus on the conversation between her friends.

but to no avail, her eyes impulsively glance back at derek.

stiles looks up, his words instantly going on pause as he finally realizes of the moment between his twin and the sourwolf.

“hey! eyes off of my little sister, hale!” stiles sputters sassily, glaring daggers at derek.

[y/n] groans inwardly as she rolls her eyes, snapping her head up in her twin’s direction.

“god. stiles, stop treating me like a little fucking baby! if he wants to look at me, he can! there’s no crime against that!” she blurts out, her words not fully registering as they leave her lips.

stiles stutters, brows furrowing, before he points at his baby sister with a suspicious look.

“wait a minute… why are you getting so defensive about that? and why would you want him to be looking at you in the first place?” he questions in his all-too-familiar interrogative tone.

upon hearing her brother’s question, [y/n]’s eyes widen as she realizes what she’d said and who she said it in front of.

“w—what? i—” she stutters, her shocked eyes catching derek’s confused ones from across the room.

gulping anxiously, she catches the glance of her best friend, who wears a sympathetic look, while everyone else watches in confusion.

“oh, god. [y/n], please, tell me that you don’t—” stiles starts, but allison abruptly stands up, her hand dropping from scott’s.

“—stiles, guys. why don’t we clear the room for derek and [y/n]?” she asks directly to stiles, ignoring the sternly scared expression on her friend’s face.

stiles sputters, glancing incredulously between his twin and derek, not trusting either of them to be alone together.

“b—but—” he starts to say, trying to find any excuse that’ll keep him from moving.

but, before he can continue on, lydia instantly notices allison’s expression, immediately beginning to take the hint. “—sti, c’mon. why don’t we go out and get everyone some snacks from the store? i’m sure everyone’s hungry and exhausted from all of the planning.” she murmurs gently, trying to distract her boyfriend and do her friend a solid.

stiles sighs, his gaze finally moving from both [y/n] and derek to his girlfriend’s soft eyes.

“w—what about derek and [y/n]?” he stutters, becoming completely clueless to the hint that’s being repeatedly thrown at him.

rolling her eyes, lydia grabs her boyfriend’s hand and pulls him to the loft door, yanking it open.

stiles sputters, still confused and trying to see if his sister and his frenemy are still in his view.

because of this, scott groans as the rest the group — aside from derek and [y/n] — follows them out.

the second that the loft door is shut, [y/n]’s forced to turn and face the sourwolf, who looks like he’s just about mastered the ability to pout.

sighing, she slumps back into the current couch she’d been sitting on, before all the accusations from her twin had started up.

it feels like almost hours as they simply sit in the silence, neither of the pair wanting to start the conversation.

when the stilinski girl finally looks up, her heart almost breaks at the very scene in front of her; derek, leant forward with his head in his hands, his elbows placed on his knees.

his hands are buried so deep into his dark locks that you’d think his hair would start to fall out.

from seeing the real and raw pain she’d caused the only person she’s ever truly loved, tears blur her vision, causing her bottom lip to violently tremble.

derek sucks in a breath as he senses her getting up and walking over to him.

as she gets closer, her breath hitches in her throat, before placing herself on the table that sits in front of the chair he’s placed on.

“derek…” she sighs, slowly and cautiously bringing her hands up to place them over his own that are still placed in his hair tightly.

“please, don’t do this. just… talk to me.” she says, slowly pulling his hands away from his face and out of his hair.

mostly, he only allows her to pull his hands away because her touch affects him that much — he’d never admit that out loud, though.

“don’t do what? ignore you, like you’ve been doing to me, since god knows how long?” he spits out, tears spilled down on his cheeks now.

taken aback by the amount of pain and anger mixed together in his voice, [y/n]’s eyes instantly tear up once more, realizing what her actions did to him, before she draws her hands away from him.

“i—i’m sorry… i didn’t mean to hurt you. that—that was never my intention.” she stutters, guilty and regretful thoughts consuming her as she numbly stands up from the table, stumbling over to the loft door.

but, before she can escape her feelings once more, derek abruptly stands up from his position in his chair.

“then, why did you do it?” he calls out to her, not understanding how she can go from apologizing for her actions, to trying to run away from them.

“w—what?” she stutters, coming to a halt, before she turns around to face him.

“if you’re so sorry, why’d you ignore me? you made me feel like i did something wrong.” he states more clearly, taking a small step closer to the anxious and nervous girl.

“that’s just it, derek! you didn’t do anything wrong! everything you do is perfect to me, and i can’t find one simple reason that makes me want to stay away!” she bursts out, wringing her hands into her hair wildly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

her emotions are raised at a higher level — this much derek can sense.

derek’s eyes widen in shock at the stilinski girl’s outburst, always having known of her as one of the strongest people in the pack — she rarely ever loses her cool.

without another thought, he steps forward, until they’re only inches away from each other.

then, he gently places his hands over her shaking ones and slowly pulls them down to her side, careful to not get her hair stuck and wrapped around her fingers.

“hey, look at me.” he says gently, trying to calm her down from another outburst.

when she does just that, his eyes immediately soften, still holding onto her hands and rubbing soothing circles onto them.

“now, can you tell me what you meant by that?” he murmurs gently, not moving his eyes anywhere but to her face.

“derek, i—i don’t know if that’s such a good idea…” she trails off, the fear of rejection distracting her.

as he senses the huge waves of anxiety and fear coming from her, he sighs, brows knitting together in concern.

“princess, i need you to be honest with me. i deserve that, at least.” he murmurs once more, moving his hands up to her cheeks, cupping them.

“but, it’s not that easy. what if… what if me being honest… just makes things worse?” her voice trembles as more tears escape from her now shiny [y/e/c] eyes.

with a flick of his thumb, the tears are gone, like they were never there.

“it’ll all be okay. i’m not going anywhere. just trust me, okay?” he murmurs seriously, giving her the confidence she needs to admit the feelings she’s been running away from for so long.

“stiles was right. or at least, of what he was about to say, before everyone stopped him,” she starts, pausing to gauge his reaction.

his brows are still knitted together as he pulls his hands away from hers to cross his arms onto his chest, listening intently.

“allison knows the truth — she’s known for awhile. i’m just not sure why she didn’t tell you herself because she’s been nagging me to tell you the truth for weeks now.” she starts, almost rambling.

“about what?” he asks in a persistent tone of voice.

[y/n]’s eyes catch his all over again, causing her breath to hitch in her throat once more.

“o—oh, right. um, it’s about my… uh… my feelings…” she trails off, brows furrowing as she becomes lost in her thoughts all over again, easily fidgeting with her fingers anxiously.

derek sighs, noticing the amount of drowning negative emotions coming off of her body.

hearing him sigh so loudly, she instantly snaps out of her thoughts.

“i—i’m sorry, derek. you do deserve the truth and… i’m going to give it to you. it’s just really hard to admit.” she states, moving to walk over to the couch that she was sitting on before, the nervous feeling in her gut getting impossibly worse by every second.

“it’s okay. take your time.” he assures her, moving to sit beside her as she turns to face him, holding her legs up to her chest.

“no, it’s fine. i need to tell you the truth.” she states seriously, before finally connecting her gaze with the man sitting beside her.

“i… i have feelings for you.” [y/n] says all in one breath, awaiting his reaction.

but, as she tries to figure out what it is, all she can see is his shocked expression.

“i—look, it’s okay, if you don’t feel the same. but, this all has been so suffocating — keeping this from you, and avoiding you at all costs. but, uh, i think i should go.” she murmurs dejectedly, already sensing the rejection coming.

as she stands up from her position on the couch, he reaches out and encloses his hand around her wrist, before gently pulling her back down.

“you’ve gotta stop assuming things, stilinski.” he states with a almost goofy smile.

“w—what do you mean? isn’t this the part where you tell me that i’m delusional and that we’re just friends?” she sputters out, confused on why he’s acting so casual about this whole entire situation.

derek chuckles amusedly.

“you really are clueless, huh?” he murmurs, barely giving her enough time to react when he begins to lean forward, causing her brows to furrow in confusion.

“wha—” [y/n] starts to say, but she abruptly stops herself when he slams his lips onto hers, in order to shut her up from any future ramblings.

a shocked strangle leaves her lips, her entire body freezing up as she starts to realize what’s happening.

as a few more seconds pass, derek pulls away from her lips, realizing she’s still frozen in place.

“you really need to stop rambling so much.” he murmurs, a smirk placed on his lips, trying to mask his nervousness with cockiness.

“w—wait. so… you don’t hate me? i—i’m so confused right now.” she mumbles as she becomes much more confused than she was before.

derek sighs, shaking his head at her cluelessness.

“did that kiss not show that i feel the same? or am i going to have to kiss you again?” he asks teasingly, quickly sensing the feelings and anxiety rolling off of her.

but, when she hears his next statement, it’s as if all those nerves she had in her system completely dissipate.

“o—oh… then, maybe, you should remind me?” [y/n] nervously says in the form of a question.

“there’s no need to be nervous, [y/n].” he teases, still smirking, obviously liking the effect he has on her.

groaning, she grows some confidence that leads her to grip his leather jacket’s collar and roughly pull him towards her.

he inhales deeply in surprise, before the smirk returns back to his lips as she slams her lips onto his, putting in every single amount of love she’s felt for him and buried for so long.

derek’s heart sores as he deepens the kiss, glad that the two of them have figured things out before either of them could get hurt more than they already were.

but, before they can continue on, the sound of voices outside and the loft door being pulled open pulls them away from each other, glancing at the entrance.

[y/n] sputters nervously, pulling away from derek anxiously. “uh…” she trails off, glancing from her brother to derek, when the pack gathers at the door, most of them watching the scene before them in amusement.

noticing her anxiety, derek places a hand on her thigh, in order to bring her some comfort — which, easily helps her calm down, just by a bit.

“so, i was right!” stiles exclaims excitedly, seeming to not even be bothered about catching his twin and his frenemy together.

at this realization, [y/n] knits her brows together in confusion.

“wait. so, you’re not mad that me and derek are…” she trails off, turning to face derek, confused on what exactly they are.

“together.” he clarifies for her, chuckling quietly at the flustered expression on her face.

but at this point, stiles is already rambling to lydia, totally forgetting about his sister’s question and the couple sat on the couch.

with a giggle, [y/n] turns back to her sorta-boyfriend, a bit confused on how her brother isn’t acting mad at her, like she thought he would.

he shrugs, reaching out for her.

before she decides to snuggle into his chest, she turns back to face her friends, only to see them all waving awkwardly and hurriedly walking out as lydia rolls her eyes and pulls her rambling boyfriend away with her.

sighing, she watches as scott tiredly pulls the door shut behind him.

“so…” she trails off as she turns back to derek, raising a single brow at him.

“so?” he asks, raising his own eyebrows in question.

“so… we’re together now?” she asks, smirking, growing shocked at her own confidence.

derek raises a brow, smirking himself. “what… you don’t like it?” he asks, sensing the anxious emotions coming off of her, once again.

“no!” she quickly blurts out, almost losing her chill.

derek’s eyes widen at her small outburst, almost incapable of keeping the small laughs from leaving his mouth.

“i—i mean that i wasn’t sure if you actually wanted to be official like that. so, i want to make sure — that’s all.” she quickly explains, so focused on clearing up her small mistake that she doesn’t even notice the amused glint in his eyes or the way he’s desperately trying to not laugh at her nervousness.

he continues to wheeze in laughter, bringing [y/n] to hit him a few more times with complaints to stop making fun of her.

“okay, okay! i—i’m sorry! just, please, stop hitting me.” he yells out, having had calmed down, waiting for her to stop her attacks.

sighing, she glares at him as she crosses her arms over her chest, waiting for him to explain what he found so funny.

“now, would you like to explain what was so funny?” she asks in an annoyed tone, unmoving as she waits for him to respond to her.

he chuckles, finding amusement in the situation once more, before moving his hands to her hips, settling them there.

the particular touch brings [y/n] an insane amount of butterflies, her heart slightly fluttering at just that.

and even though, she knows that he can sense her emotions, she still tries her best to mask what effect he has on her.

sighing, she waits, trying to remain patient — although, it’s quite clear to derek that she’s not in the mood to be waiting all night.

she doesn’t like being laughed at — that much he can tell from just her expression.

with one more amused laugh, derek pulls her by her hips to straddle him.

a squeak of shock and surprise leaves her lips, her heart going off in a very erratic pace.

once he senses her nervous and flustered emotions and erratically beating heart, he smirks.

“i wasn’t making fun of you. i just think it’s cute that you get so flustered like this — especially, when it comes to me.” he states seriously, waiting for her nervous response.

[y/n]’s eyes soften, feeling idiotic for reacting so dramatically. “o—oh.” she softly whispers, his statement not fully registering in her head.

“wait! did you just call me cute?” she asks in a suddenly teasing tone, cocking her head to the side, after his words fully click in her head.

“maybe, maybe not.” he shrugs, acting as if it’s not that big of a deal.

“now, on to more important things,” he states, pausing, which brings [y/n]’s brows to knit together in curiosity, now listening intently to him.

“will you be my girlfriend?” he asks in a suddenly nervous voice.

her brows raise and then a giggle erupts in her chest.

“of course!”

and with that, she wraps her arms around his neck and connects their lips in an excited and love-filled kiss.

[sourwulf]

just take the bed — derek hale x reader

༄  word count  —  1,094

፨  characters  —  derek hale

☓  tw  —  none

⊹  cw  —  blood, gore

☇  prompt list — # 17 & 21

✎  masterlist

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“you’ve gotta be shitting me,” you said, looking at the motel key stiles held in front of you. “i’m not sleeping in the same room as him.”

“it’s just for one night. scott is going with me, and allison is going with lydia. that just leaves the two of you. and i’m not paying for four rooms.”

“stiles-”

“no. no buts. you’re gonna stay in a room with him, you’re gonna sleep, and then we leave in the morning. you don’t even have to talk to him.”

you sighed, reluctantly taking the key from him. you looked over at your car and saw derek getting his bag out, groaning to yourself. you walked over and looked at him, crossing your arms.

“i guess we’re roommates for the night.” he looked at you and had a passive aggressive expression plastered to his face.

“great.” he shut the trunk door before you could walk over and get your stuff, smiling cockily to himself. he grabbed the key out of your hand before walking off.

when he was a few feet away, you mumbled to yourself, “asshole.”

“heard that,” he called.

when you’d gotten your bag, you slowly hiked across the parking lot to the room labeled with a large twelve, and you took a deep breath.

you and derek had a history. he’d never liked you, not even when you met. you weren’t sure why or what you’d done to him, but he just immediately decided he had no interest in being your friend.

every single time something happened to your friends, they wanted derek there, against your protesting. they always said he could help, but you were usually convinced that you could figure it out without him.

but despite the act he kept up, you knew he didn’t hate you.

the night after you turned eighteen, you were t-boned about three miles from your house at almost midnight. they were going 60, driving drunk. they were passed out when they hit you, but you were trapped in your upside down car on an empty street.

you were bleeding from your side and head, and you were out of it. you’d slammed your head against the steering wheel and window, and a large piece of glass was impaling your side right under your ribs.

only a couple of minutes after the collision, derek showed up. he called nine-one-one and pulled you out of your car, keeping pressure on the massive bleeding wound.

he rode with you to the hospital, making sure you got there safe before leaving.

but ever since then, as much as you hated to admit it, there was chemistry between you two. chemistry, actually, was an understatement. you saw how he stared at you, how his eyes were drawn to you.

and you refused to admit that you felt the same. maybe it had to do with him saving your life, maybe it was just that, even though you were supposed to hate him, he was attractive. he was one of the most attractive men you knew, and you couldn’t not admit that.

“you can come in,” he said loudly from inside the room, making you realize you’d been standing there for a few minutes.

rolling your eyes, you pushed the door open.

“oh, god.” there was only one bed. of course there was only one bed. he was sitting on it, texting someone on his phone. you walked in and shut the door, setting your bag down on the table.

‘i’m gonna kill him,’ you thought, knowing stiles got you guys a one-bed room on purpose.

“i’ll take the floor,” he said, not looking at you.

“i’ll take it, you take the bed.”

he looked at the floor. “this floor is disgusting.”

“better than sharing a bed with you.”

“jesus, y/n, just take the bed.”

“no.”

just then, you saw a cockroach crawl out from under the bed, which he crushed under his shoe. your mouth gaped open in disgust and he looked at you.

“you sure you don’t wanna just share the bed?”

—

laying in the same bed as derek was awkward. you were tense, and the silence was heavy in the air. you had enough room to not touch him, but you still were keeping yourself on the edge of the bed, facing away from him.

he scooted in closer and you tensed your body.

“i will set this bed on fire if you don’t stay on your side,” you said, hearing him chuckle. “it’s not funny.”

“it’s hilarious, actually.”

“how is any of this remotely funny?”

“we hate each other and now we’re being forced to sleep in the same bed.”

“yeah, well, it would be a lot easier if we didn’t talk.”

he was silent for a few seconds. “maybe i don’t hate you entirely.”

you rolled your eyes again. “yeah, i have a hard time believing that.”

“why?”

you groaned, rolling over to look at him. he had a smug expression, almost as if he enjoyed how frustrated you were.

“maybe because you get mad when i’m around, or you don’t like me tagging along with stiles, or that every time i speak, you ignore me.”

“doesn’t mean i hate you.”

you recoiled, a disgusted look forming on your face. “please don’t tell me you’re one of those guys who shows me they wanna be my friend by being mean to me.”

he was now on his side, your faces inches away from each other.

“no. no, that’s not my intention.”

“okay, then why are you mean to me?”

he didn’t answer for a moment, thinking of what to say. “i... have a hard time with emotions. showing that i’m attracted to someone is difficult for me. and i’m not trying to make you feel-”

“what?”

he raised his eyebrows. “what?”

“you’re... attracted to me?”

he realized what he said, but just stayed silent for a few seconds. “yeah, how could i not be?” you laughed, and he smiled at you. “what?”

you shook your head. “nothing.”

a second later, he was pulling you in for a kiss, which you gladly accepted and returned. his hand landed on your hip and pulled you in closer, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

you were the first to pull away, a smile creeping onto your face.

“that was nice.”

he nodded. “yeah.”

“are you done being a dick to me?”

his eyes flashed down to your lips and back up to your eyes. “no promises.”

you slapped him on the shoulder and he chuckled. “so that’s a no.”

[frasier-crane-style]

I'll cover the sequels in one go since they're pretty much one long movie.

-First off, they way overuse poppy/sultry R&B songs for the love scenes. It gets to the point where they play a cover of I Feel Good. Yes, James Brown's I Feel Good. One R&B song takes place during a car chase.

-I made fun of the whole "do I like being spanked?" plot of the first movie, but at least it was a throughline. Once that gets resolved, you're left with a bunch of mini-conflicts that are either instantly resolved or strung out beyond belief... basically just nonsense for everyone to do between sex scenes. Let me see if I can remember all of them in the second movie alone.

In the classic tradition of Spider-Man and Venom teaming up to fight Carnage (who is even worse than Venom), accusations of Christian being a creepy, controlling loser are belied by introducing Jack Hyde, Ana's boss, who is an even creepier and more controlling loser.

One of Christian's former subs from the "Fuck. Hard." days is back and stalking him and Ana.

Ella, who introduced Christian to bondage via molestation, is set against his relationship with Ana.

Christian's helicopter crashes.

Basically, the movies shift into being psychological thrillers/erotic thrillers, which we as a country used to be good at. But Christian is a hypercompetent billionaire with all the endless resources that implies, so no one really has a shot against him. You're left with a bunch of domestic fluff with characters that I don't think anyone likes enough to want to see shopping for curtains.

Say what you will about Twilight, but at least they had evil vampires around to provide some drama. In the third movie, arch-villain Jack Hyde Metal Gear Solids into Christian's company and sets off a bomb. It's both completely over the top and yet still not enough to put a dent in Christian.

-I'm not saying this proves me right about my hypothesis, but the second movie starts off with Christian telling Ana that he's sworn off bondage--you know, his key passion in life and a pretty core part of his identity--in order to be with her. Because a woman wrote this, the story sees nothing wrong with then deciding Ana IS interested in bondage and deciding she wants to experiment with being spanked and sex toyed (she has to be the only woman in America who tries out ben-wa balls before a vibrator).

-God knows I don't know how it feels to parade my business around in every multiplex in America, but it gets a bit risible how often Dakota Johnson wears panties in her nude scenes (these are the things you think about when a movie is 25% nude scene). Couldn't she wear a merkin? Is there that much of a difference between wearing a merkin and a thong? I'm not being judgey here, I'm really curious.

-To ruin a pleasant surprise for those of you who are too smart to sit through this shit, at one point Tyler Hoechlin shows up. With his glasses, he's pretty much a dead ringer for Clark Kent in his beardy Jon Kent-raising days.

-I feel bad for the actor who plays Jose, who's stuck in the Lovelorn Would-Be Suitor role. Because it's not enough that Ana has a Billionaire Sex God after her cooch, she has to be unattainably desirable to lesser men as well, who dream about getting with her though It Will Never Happen. I thought the first movie added some shading to the stock scenario of him getting drunk and coming onto Ana so that Christian could Defend Her Honor--the way they played it, you might say Christian was overreacting and displaying the possessiveness that would be part of his character flaws. But come the sequel, Jose has held an entire art gallery centering around photographs of Ana without asking her consent. Because if any man in this universe had respect for boundaries, it would make Christian come off really shitty.

-Although... what did Ana think would happen when she posed for photographs for her artist friend who was planning on opening a gallery?

Very early on in this movie, hero Christian Grey gives da chick the standard romantic leading man speech about how he's bad news--a loner, Dottie, a rebel--and she should still clear of him. At this point, they've gone out to get coffee one time and he's saved her from a careening bike messenger. I know it must be exciting to tell a lady that she should stay away from your twisted mind for her own feminine good, but dude, save it for at least the second date.

This came to Netflix, so I figured I might as well give a shot. It's a failure, obviously, but it's an interesting failure. There are talented people both on screen and behind the scenes, and it looks like a movie, but all their efforts amount to putting lipstick on a pig. Would it be unfairly inside-baseball to repeat the reports of a troubled production, with the author insisting on an adaptation that was too faithful for its own good?

Try not to do a shot every time heroine Anastasia Steele* extravagantly bites her lower lip in lust.

(how come Dakota Johnson's character name in this is way more silly than the name of the literal superhero she played?)

To be fair to the movie, I've seen a ton of waggish assholes like, well, me, declare that this movie is a camp classic of unintended hilarity and guys, c'mon. There's no way they didn't intend "What are buttplugs?" as a laughline.

In fact, with Dakota Johnson's sitcom star comedic timing and winsome charm, watching this movie is a bit like finding a coke-begotten relic of the 80s where some madman paired Meg Ryan and Rutger Hauer (it doesn't help that, as "Mr. Grey," they cast an actor that plays serial killers about as often as heartthrobs).

I'm making this story sound interesting, but it's not able to succeed on its own terms, as whenever it tries to get serious, the drama runs headlong into a howler of a line that must be verboten from the books. "I'm fifty shades of fucked up!" Christian groans at one point.

"I don't make love. I fuck. Hard," is another line that even Sir Michael Caine couldn't get into working order.

It's a shame, because there's no real reason a modern-day gothic romance can't work. Sure, there's no real plot to the thing besides Ana and Christian's doomed/not-so-doomed romance, but there are worse foundations for a movie than a relationship where the guy wants to hurt his lady love as much as romance her. It's fucked up, but imagine what a Cronenberg or Verhoeven could do with the assignment. Well, full frontal, probably.

(The compromise to keep Jamie Dornan from spending a third of the movie displaying the status of his circumcision is that he does most every sex scene in a worn pair of jeans. I probably should've been too stunned by his abs to wonder at this, but dude's a billionaire. Is he doing yardwork in those jeans? Home repair? Or have they gotten all the holes in them purely from screwing? Man, that guy does fuck. Hard.)

You know, given that bondage is a pretty common fetish, you'd think Christian Grey--an ubersexy twenty-something billionaire--would be able to find a woman who's into, y'know, all that--especially since his wildest antics are a little whipping and possible anal fisting.

I know there'd be no story if he didn't immediately fall in love with Anastasia Steele (snicker) and if she wasn't only putting up with the bondage to get the package deal. Still, that is a pretty contrived starting point, isn't it? At least Team Edward has the excuse of that whole 'my own personal brand of heroin' thing.

[angywritesstuff]

The one with his personal Lois Lane

Summery: you play Lois Lane in the new “Superman & Lois” on the CW and you’re Henry’s girlfriend.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader // platonic Tyler Hoechlin x reader

You still couldn’t believe that you were going to be interviewed by Jimmy Fallon. You had met him before while accompanying Henry for his interviews, but this was the first time Jimmy had asked to have you on his show and you were thrilled.

When you got the part in “Superman & Lois” you had hoped the show would have been a success but you could have never thought it would have happened so fast. Only four episodes had been aired and you had picked for two more season already.

“Hey”- you turned looking at Tyler; one of the reason you had auditioned for the part was because of him: you and Tyler were old friends and you couldn’t have missed the opportunity to work with him

“Hey, you ready?”- you asked

“Yeah, I didn’t see Henry, I thought he was going to accompany you”- he frowned knowing your boyfriend had promised you he’d come with you to help you stay calm.

“Yeah”- you huffed -“His agent called this morning, he had a meeting that couldn’t be postponed apparently. It’s gonna be ok, I mean we have had interviews before”

“This is your first with Fallon thought right?”

“Are you trying to make me more nervous”- you laughed

He was going to say something but you could hear Jimmy presenting you two

“It’s only at the begging but people are already going crazy about it. People let’s give a welcome to Y/n Y/l/n and Tyler Hoechlin, our Clark Kent and Lois Lane in Superman &Lois” - you heard and started walking

“Hello everyone” - you and Tyler said while waving

“Hey guys thank you for being here”- Jimmy said

“It’s our pleasure really”- you sat on the sofa

“Believe her, she’s a big fan of your show so you’re really doing her a favor”- Tyler laughed

“Oh my god shut up!”- you playfully slapped him on the arm - “but he’s not lying”- you smiled

“I like you already”- Jimmy said -“Well guys I’m gonna say I’m really impressed by your show, it was kinda refreshing”

“Right? That’s what I thought when I read the script”- you said - “I’m a huge fan of all the films and the previous shows but what got to me was how family centered the show was. You know, it doesn’t focus on Superman’s origin, but it starts where usually the previous shows stopped”

“I think that’s why it is going so well already, because it’s something new you can sit with your all family watching”- Tyler added

“So how do you guys like working with each other? Do you ...” - Jimmy started before stopping -“excuse me for a moment”- he said before standing up and going to talk with someone behind the stage

You looked at Tyler trying to understand if he knew what was going on but he just shrugged

“I’m so sorry guys”- Jimmy said while sitting back -“there was a little mistake and the guest I was supposed to have after you two is here already and can’t wait. Do you mind if I let him in?”

“Of course not”

“Thank you. Ok let’s give our welcome to Henry Cavill ladies and gentlemen”- Jimmy said smirking

“What?!”- you said and you knew Jimmy had heard you because he was laughing so hard

“Hello everyone “- your boyfriend was in front of you in all his beauty and you weren’t sure what was going on

“Hey baby”- he said looking at you lovingly

“What are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting with your agent?”- you asked

“Sorry that was me”- Jimmy said and you laughed

“You got me, I had no idea”

“Well I couldn’t help myself but I had to have two Superman and a Lois Lane at the same time”- Jimmy laughed - “so I gotta asked Y/n who is your favorite Superman?”

“I play the fifth”- you said and everyone laughed

“Ok ok I’ll ask something else how is it to date Superman both in fiction and real life?”

“Well it’s something for sure, even though if we want to be precise I’m dating Henry in real life, while I’m actually married to Tyler on the show, so Henry is falling a little bit behind” - you smirked and your boyfriend gasped. You knew you were going to pay for it later tonight but you couldn’t help yourself

“And we even have two kids so”- Tyler added and you laughed

“Oh come on you two”- Henry groaned - “They’re always teasing me when they are together”

“So I guess you guys like to work together?”- Jimmy asked you and Tyler

“Yeah we do, Y/n and I have known and have been friends with each other for years, so that has actually helped a lot with filming”- Tyler answered

“Tyler was the one who convinced me to audition actually.”- you added smiling at your friend. You were always going to be grateful for your friendship with Tyler. He was such a precious human being

“Is it weird not to have your real girlfriend as your Lois Lane Henry?”- Jimmy asked

“I like to think she’s my real-life Lois Lane, so I can give her up as my work-life Lois for now”- Henry answered

“Oh my god he’s so precious, isn’t he”- you smirked while caressing Henry’s thigh

“Now Henry, the Snyder’s cut is out. Are you excited?”- Jimmy asked

“I really am, I know it’ll reward all the hard work everyone has done. I hope everyone will enjoy watching it”

“Did you guys watch it already?”

“Oh my god are you kidding? Of course we did the day it was released. It was amazing, I can’t wait to watch it again.”- you said and you could see Henry smiling at you. He always appreciated how supportive and enthusiastic you were about his work. It made him happy knowing you were proud of him.

“Well thank you guys for being here and don’t forget to watch “Superman & Lois” on the Cw and “Snyder’s cut Justice league”.”- Jimmy said to the camera.

“You should’ve told me Jimmy invited you too”- you whined to Henry once you were at home

“You were mad when you thought I wasn’t coming, admit it”- Henry smirked

“I wasn’t mad, maybe a little bit disappointed”- you shrugged

“We still haven’t talked about the most important part of the interview though”- he said while hugging you from behind.

“Such as?”- You start caressing his hands

“The fact that you think I’m falling behind compared to Tyler since you guys are married”

You laid you head on his shoulder laughing and he exploited your position to kiss your neck. You moaned softly and he smirked knowing how much you loved when he kissed your neck.

“You know I was kidding right?”- you tried to focus back on the conversation at hand. The last thing you wanted was to pressure Henry in any way. You were sure in your relationship and even if you thought about marrying him you weren’t in any hurry.

“I know, but there is always some truth in jokes” - he gripped you a little harder but you turned in the hug anyway

“Listen baby... do I ever think about marrying you? Of course, otherwise we wouldn’t be here. If I didn’t see a future for us what would be the point? But I’m ok with being your girlfriend right now. I love you, I just wanna be with you”

He smiled and started kissing you; his hands descended on your butt and he squeezed it hard making you moan.

“Our babies will be a lot cuter than yours and Tyler’s”- he blurbed while kissing your neck, you weren’t even sure he meant to say it out loud.

“Do you wanna practice a little bit?” - and you laughed when he put you on his shoulder to take you to your room.

Once in your room he laid you on the bed before caging you under his body.

“I’m gonna have so much fun with you tonight”- he smirked and you knew he meant it because his eyes were burning with passion

“Yes please baby”- you moaned. He was kissing your belly but you both wanted him to just go lower, so why wasn’t he.

“Does my girl want me to kiss her pussy?”- he asked

“Fuck yes”- you closed your eyes waiting but when nothing happened you opened them to look at him. He was between your legs smirking without doing anything

“You just have to say I’m your favorite Superman and I’ll do whatever you want”

And you groaned... you knew that not answering Jimmy’s question was going to come back and bite you in the ass. You had just hoped it would have been a little bit more literal than that.

He was never going to let you forget it... you were sure of it

Sooo another one shot. Let me know what you think... any kind of feedback is always welcomed ❤️

I’ll start working on my series soon I promise.

Forgive me if there are any mistakes but English is not my first language.

P.s. I used to be shipshipshipau in case there is any confusion

Henry Cavill’s permanent taglist: @xxxkatxo

Permanente taglist: @jwspiter

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[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: working in the Daily Prophet When Clark Kent walks in on his first day of work and you whispered out too your friend/ desk mate how Hot he is.

“Oh the new guy looks lost.” Sarah stated she was looking at her computer as you looked up seeing who she meant. The new researcher Clark Kent you heard about him.small office. You heard he was staring today, you didn’t hear How incredibly hot he was. You stumbled at your desk spilling your drink as you fumbled catching your cold ice coffee. As he walked passed. He’s chisel chin, the glass frames that looked amazing against his cheeks. The dark hair.

“Holly shit. Why didn’t anyone tell me he was a damn Greek God.” It came out before you could stop yourself as Sara laughed loudly. Seeing the newbie turn he caught your eye as your cheeks burned. “Shit..” ou breathily said. Under your breath. Shit hopefully he didn’t hear me. You prayed. Sarah spoke up, ‘you lost?”

“ugh.. no sorry..”

he walked off as you turned too Sara as you mouthed out, ‘Holly Hell’ She laughed loudly. As he spoke, ‘I never seen you act like a idiot towards the opposite sex. That was funny as hell.”

“Oh God that guy needs a warning label with how attractive he is.” Sara laughed at your comment. As Clark by then was across the office but heard and couldn’t help but smile brightly hearing that. He couldn’t wait too work here now.

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I'm having fun writing short ficlets from random prompts. Feel free to send me ideas! You'll be credited in the story notes if it's added to Howl at the Moon.

Teen Wolf

Fluff, Smut, and anything in-between.

Pairings:

STETER/STEREK/STETOPHER/PETOPHER/STARGENT/STETEREK/DARGENT

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stay - Tyler Hoechlin

Y/N x Tyler Hoechlin

Theme: Fluff, a bit angsty, (not too explicit)

you asking Tyler to stay at your place for the first time in your relationship x

word count: 1210+

Today has been very important for you because it was the day of your third date with Tyler, who you’ve met nearly three weeks before at a  party of a mutual friend. Sparks and butterflies were flying right away and everyone said that you should go out on a date with each other. At first, you were skeptical, when did good things ever happen to you? Why would a man like him even want to meet you another time? However, he got your number from one of your friends and called you three days later, actually asking you out to dinner with him.

It went really well and it didn’t take long for the two of you to get together. Still, you were not sure if it would be a good decision to rush this and turned his offer down to get back to his place after your second date. Somehow, you felt really bad about it, afraid that he would be mad at you, but this wasn’t the case. Tyler was understanding, even apologizing if he might have crossed a line. This made you really happy and after a week of you thinking deeply about the next possible steps, you asked him to visit you at your place, order some takeout and just see where the night would take you.

Now, you’re sitting on your sofa, your legs casually lying on his lap while he strokes your thighs gently. The leftovers of your dinner, two huge boxes with one last slice of pepperoni pizza, and an empty bottle of wine are resting on the wooden table in front of you, showing how much the two of you actually enjoyed the date. Right then, you’re browsing Instagram on your phone when you catch Tyler starring at you from behind your phone screen, blushing slightly when you put it down.

“What?” You say, smiling shyly, enjoying the sight of this huge guy being flustered by you. “It’s nothing.” He says quickly, looking at his hand still stroking your thighs before he watches you from the corner of his eye. “Really, I can see you lying.” You smirk playfully, nudging him with your foot. “Okay, but don’t laugh, okay?” Tyler giggles nervously, his face shining brightly red. “I promise.” You pout, letting your hair fall right into your face. “It’s just- You’re so pretty.” He says carefully, hoping that you would not hear him.

Now you’re blushing as well as you throw your hair back to watch into his gorgeous eyes looking right back at you. “Thank you.” You say, placing a hand at his shoulder, stroking his arm tenderly to his warm hand. He slowly leans into you, with you closing your eyes in expectation of his lips on yours and as soon as he kisses you, you feel sparks flying everywhere. You’re embracing him completely, kissing him again and again, each kiss more passionate than the one before.

However, you cannot help yourself and yawn right into his mouth, causing him to giggle shyly. “I’m sorry.” You say, holding back another long yawn without much use. “It’s fine, it’s pretty late, to be honest,” Tyler says, looking at his watch before his eyes meet yours once more. “Yes, can’t believe it’s nearly midnight.” You say, smiling brightly. After a moment of silence, his whole body stiffens, and his face tenses harshly. “Uh, I think I should go.” He says, putting your feet down to the ground, and gets up from the sofa. 

Thinking about what to say, you get up as well and follow him to the wardrobe while he takes his jacket and turns back towards you. Before he can say anything, however, you reach for his arm, holding him tightly. “Tyler?” You say shyly, causing him to raise both of his eyebrows. “Yeah?” He says, confused but happy at the same time. “Would you stay the night?” You say, hearing your own voice breaking slightly. “Oh, sure, if you want me to?” Tyler smiles encouragingly, holding his leather jacket close to his chest.

“Yes, please.” You say, pulling at his arm as he puts his jacket back in the wardrobe. “Okay, can’t deny that request.” Now, you’re placing a hand at his chest, leaning in for another long and loving kiss. After you separate, he yawns too, even rubbing his eye carefully. “You’re so cute.” You caress his cheek gently, tracing his firm jawline to his chin, holding his face tenderly. “You’re one to talk,” Tyler says, booping your nose, causing you to giggle shortly. “We should go to bed.” Without waiting for his response, you lead him through the living room, the hallway, and right into your bedroom.

Unable to say anything, he just giggles the whole way, squeezing your hand lovingly. As soon as you are in the room, you turn the light on and open your closet, looking for anything to wear for the night. Once you find your favorite shirt and pants, you turn around to see Tyler standing there, shirtless, just taking his watch off. Blushing at the sight of his well-formed body, you stutter, trying your best to regain your composure. He notices you all flustered now and blushes as well. “Oh, I hope you don't mind. I don’t have anything with me.”

Your eyes wander from his chest back to his face, catching him smiling nervously, not sure if this crossed a boundary. “Just if you’re comfortable.” You shrug, closing the closet, and walk past him, into the bathroom to change into something more comfortable. Taking a deep breath before getting back to him, you have a last look at yourself in the mirror and open the door, seeing him already in bed, his shirt lying in front of you on the floor. Still blushing, you walk to the other side of the bed, with him watching you closely. Then, you turn the lights off and climb into the bed, sliding underneath the blanket.

You can feel him moving, so you reach for his hand and he embraces yours instantly. “It’s okay.” He takes a deep breath, and because of your eyes, slowly adjusting to the darkness of the night, you see a tensed expression on his face. “I don’t wanna rush it, you know,” Tyler says quietly, squeezing your hand warmly. “Me neither, but- It feels right.” You say, smiling encouragingly as you see him relaxing. “I know. I feel the same.” He says and you move closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body spending comfort immediately. 

While he opens his arms, you get even closer, resting your head on his arm, and put a hand at his bare chest, feeling it bulging against the palm of your hand. “I’m happy you’re here.” You say, stroking his chest gently. “I’m happy you asked me to stay,” Tyler says, kissing you once, then twice, his sweet taste mixed with the sour taste of alcohol lingering on your tongue. “Always.” You say, kissing him one last time, before you snuggle up against his body, leaning your head against his chest. “Good night, Y/N.” He says, stroking your back carefully.

“Good night.” You say quietly and it doesn’t take long for the two of you to fall asleep inside each other’s arms.

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CHORES

Summary: Derek doesn’t do his chores, but instead created new ones for the reader to deal with.

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader.

What does one expect to do when they come home after a long day of work? Well, their options ranges from relaxing, watching their favorite movie or series while lounging on the couch to just directly calling it a night and sleeping. She also thought to do something in between those after going home and getting refreshed. 

Sliding the loft door shut behind her, she switched the lights of the loft on and went further inside. Dropping her bag on the couch, she walked into the kitchen to drink some water, only to stop in her tracks as soon as her eyes landed on the kitchen island. All the groceries that she has bought that morning were still lying on the counter. The dishes were piled up again, not to mention the mess that was created near the stove and the oven. The kitchen looked like a disaster and she couldn’t help the groan that left her lips.

Realizing that it’s just the beginning, she decided to do a full inspection of the loft, trusting the Hale man to not do a single chore that he was supposed to do and only adding more to the plate, she walked into their bedroom.

The bed that she was pretty sure that she made that morning looked like a car crash. 

“Why does he always do that when he doesn’t do the bed?” she sighed in exasperation.

Her eyes then landed on the closet that was open and a few of their clothes were strewn carelessly on the floor. She walked into the bathroom and sighed in relief.

At least the bathroom looked neater, apart from the dirty socks and clothes of his that never made into the laundry basket, but were lying around it.

With a huff, she pulled her hair into a messy bun and started doing chores along with the ones that Derek has created.

*****

After helping the McCall boy, Derek went back to the loft and when he entered the loft, he already knew that she was home. The lights were on, the kitchen was cleaned and most importantly, he could her heartbeat. 

With a smile, he went into their bedroom where she was and found walking out of the bathroom with the laundry basket in her hand. Derek smiled looking at her and walked towards her.

After kissing her passionately, he caressed her face and said “I love you.”

She smiled sweetly at him and shoved the laundry basket into his hands.

“Stop saying I love you to get out of your chores” she told him and he gave her the best puppy dog eyes.

She smiled at him, kissed his cheek and walked towards the bathroom, but stopped and tuned around to find him already looking at her.

“And, I love you too, darling” she said and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, leaving a very giddy Derek behind.

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in the face of death - derek hale

fandom: teen wolf

words: 1765

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

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

author’s note below.

“Derek?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wouldn’t-”

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

“I-”

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

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

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

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

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

He gives into the darkness.

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

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

stay home and stay safe.

- e.