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[uhhhj13iguess]

thank you for saving me

liam dunbar x fem!reader

wc: ~2.5k

liam’s anxiety and IED isn’t explored and talked about enough in either fanfics or the actual show, so i tried to do this sweet boy some justice. he’s just trying his best

set in season 4, but definitely not too canon

"why did we get sent to the school, aren't we here enough?" you kicked your feet, looking for any sign of kate, or the benefactor, or any clue to absolutely anything going on in your life right now. you'd been scott's beta for all of a few weeks, and all of your spare time had been spent trying not to die. being a werewolf was definitely cool, but you had no idea how exhausting it would be. you'd come to the school with liam, hoping to find something, anything that would give you insight into any one of the millions of things going on.

liam chuckled, walking alongside you. he knew how important it was to find something, but he couldn't take his focus off of you.

the entire ride over he stared at you, watching how the moonlight glistened on your skin as you ranted to him. your hands rested on the steering wheel as you spoke and he admired your hands, how soft they looked, how beautiful your nails were. he watched the lines on your face intensify the more passionate you got about whatever you were talking about — liam didn't know. he didn't care, frankly. anytime you spoke, he was entranced by your oh-so-pretty voice, words having no meaning other than the butterflies they were leaving in his stomach.

you looked at him in the passenger seat, a smirk forming to contrast the flush on your cheeks. he was caught, he knew it. but he couldn’t find himself to mind. he smiled at you, a blush matching on his own face.

he straightened his shoulders out, checking behind him as he passed the chemistry lab. "I don't know, but I hope we find something quick and can get out of here."

you didn't hear what he said.

his fingertips brushed against yours as you walked together and your mind wandered from the plan for the thousandth time that evening. every time liam mindlessly brushed against you, all sight of what you were doing was thrown out the window. your survival anxiety was replaced with limerence, yearning for the touches to linger longer. butterflies flooded your stomach as his hand did just that. in fact, your own heartbeat overtook your senses as you felt liam grab ahold of your hand. you looked up at him, blushing like a madman.

“you had no idea how long —” he shushed you quickly, stopping you dead in your tracks and tilting his head, listening. you tried to tune in to whatever he heard.

liam knew the sound of those footsteps anywhere. they haunted him, not just in his nightmares, but out on the field, in the classroom — wherever he went, they followed. taunting him.

he turned around to see the creature trudging towards them. he felt the hairs stand on the back of his neck and the blood drain from his face. seeing the berserker in front of him again felt worse than he could've imagined, and he froze as the beast made his way towards the two of you.

"liam, what do we do?"

silence.

"liam? should we fight? should we run?"

"liam?"

liam watched in a haze as kira used her katana against the berserker, his vision fading in and out. there was a lot of things he didn't know yet, but these things had to be the craziest he had found out about so far. he didn't know what to do. they were so strong, so fast, and the wounds he'd been given weren't healing. he watched as kira was tossed across the roof like she was nothing.

his breathing quickened.

what was he supposed to do? how did scott do this?

he groaned at the pain, trying to push himself up, only to be kicked back against the electrical panel. his vision blackened and his panic intensified.

seriously, what was he supposed to do? he wasn't strong enough. he couldn't possibly do this. he-

"liam, look out!"

he came to, hearing your voice and feeling you shove against him. he let out a grunt as you took place where he stood: directly where the berserker was aiming his bone-covered fist. you let out a scream as you flew backwards, hitting the ground so hard the tiles shattered beneath where you landed. you clenched your abdomen immediately, blood pooling out of the gashes caused by the sharp bone pointing out of the creature’s knuckle plate.

you choked on your own words, fighting to stay awake as pain coursed through your veins. "l-liam..."

liam's body flooded with rage in a split second. his claws came out and he roared, sprinting at the berserker without a second thought. he threw punches, hard and strong, making the beast before him stumble back. it held defense against liam as he grew more powerful, his anger in seeing you hurt feeding his strength, adrenaline surging through him.

unfortunately, it wasn't enough to keep the berserker down for long. the beast threw a punch, sending liam flying into the lockers with a power ten times that of the beta. with his imprint heavy in the metal, he lay on the ground, spitting blood and scrambling to crawl backwards as the berserker stomped towards him. liam made his way to you, covering you from the incoming a attack, and trying to hide you as far in the corner as he could. as quickly liam flinched away at the berserker breaking into a sprint towards him, he heard the creature stop. he looked up to see it retreating out the high school entrance.

he took a deep breath, looking down at you and assessing the wounds in your side. worry flooded his senses, seeing you barely conscious and feeling how much pain you were in as he grabbed where your arm was holding your stomach. panic bubbled in his throat, breathing beginning to hitch and stagger as he pulled up your shirt to see your wound.

he grimaced at the sight. it was deep, bloody, and most importantly: it wasn't healing.

"shit, (y/n). why did you do that? it shouldn’t have been you, i, fuck."

you groaned slightly, unable to keep your eyes open.

"i'm... i'm okay, l-liam." you slurred out.

"please just, keep your eyes open, (y/n), we're going to get you some help."

liam's ears perked up at the sound of footsteps; this time multiple, yet not as heavy. whoever it was, liam was filled with dread. he needed to get you out of here, and he couldn't do that while fighting off someone else. he began to scoop you in his arms, apologizing relentlessly as you whined, half-consciously whimpering at the pain from being moved. he got to his feet, whispering in your ear that you were okay, that he was taking you somewhere.

"liam!"

his eyes shot up at the sound of scotts voice. he let out a heavy breath at the sight of scott, stiles, and derek running towards you.

"guys, please, she's really hurt. it hurt her, and, and, i-i, i don't know shes not healing. please, help her." he whined.

immediately, derek grabbed you and headed out the way they came. he yelled back on his way out, "I'll meet you guys at deaton's!"

scott whipped his head around to liam after derek had left. "what the hell do you think you were doing?!"

liam stumbled backwards. "w-what?"

stiles crossed his arms. "listen, i know you think you're all tough-guy mr. bad werewolf now, but in case you don't remember how your first fight went, these guys don't lose. and they're fucking huge! are you just stupid or something?"

"i don't she pushed me out of the way and i —”

"liam, why did you attack it? why didn't you run? you guys could've gotten way more hurt than you did. stiles is right, that was stupid of you."

liam felt defeated. not only did he freeze and get you hurt, but he was stupid enough to keep you there in that position while he freaked out on that thing.

he was embarrassed. they were right, he shouldn't have attacked the berserker. he was disappointed in himself, disappointed in how rashly he acted, and how quickly he let his anger take over him. this isn't what scott would've done; this isn't what he should've done. he felt ashamed, his body language following suit to reflect that. scott picked up on the scent change immediately, and his face softened.

"hey, liam —”

"no, you guys are right. i shouldn't even be a part of this, I just explode and mess everything up. I'm sorry, I, I don't know I just saw her hurt and I stopped thinking, I just got so angry and acted like a monster and I —”

"liam!" scott placed his hands on his beta's shoulders, giving him a reassuring look. "you were scared. you reacted, trying to protect (y/n). you're still new to all of this, you're still learning. you're not stupid. I'm sorry we yelled at you."

"no i definitely think he was pretty stupid —"

"stiles!"

"what? tell me i'm wrong, look at those things. even peter runs at the sight of them." stiles scoffed.

scott scowled at his best friend. "go easy on him, dude. we weren't perfect at this either. we still aren't,"

he turned back towards liam. "go, go check in on her. derek took her to the clinic. I'm sure she'll want to see you when she comes to."

liam hesitantly nodded, muttering another apology as he started towards the doors of the school.

"liam!"

he turned back to face scott.

"this wasn't your fault. you kept her safe, don't beat yourself up."

liam opened the door to see derek wide-eyed staring down at him. he barely opened his mouth before he was pulled into the clinic, stumbling in derek’s grasp.

"good, you're just in time.”

light flooded liam's eyes as he entered the exam room, (y/n) laying on the table, still unconscious. his stomach turned and he felt overwhelmed with anxiety once again seeing you lay there, helpless. scott's words of assurance echoed in his head, but he couldn't help but feel guilty. like he could've prevented this.

"in time? for, for what?" liam shuffled to the table where deaton and derek stood.

deaton wore a concerned face — almost apologetic.

"we need you to help hold her down."

liam was puzzled. you were unconscious; why would we need to hold you down?

"i dont understand, what do you mean?"

deaton looked to derek, sorrow painted across his features. “she’s not healing, and she’s getting weaker. it was good you helped get her here as soon as you did.”

he let out a hum, looking at you on the table. derek took over.

“when someone isn't healing and you need to trigger the process, there's a pretty foolproof way to get it up and running again,"

he sighed as liam still wasn't catching on.

"it's... it's pain, liam."

he watched the beta's eyes widen. "pain? no i can't, that's, no please I can’t see her hurt anymore tonight. this is already all my fault, I can't be the cause of any more pain, please, isn't there something else you can do? i, i can't —"

"liam,"

he stopped rambling, meeting derek's eyes. he'd never seen him so... empathic.

"liam, i get it. i know what it's like to be angry." he sighed and looked away.

"i used it as my anchor for years. after watching someone I loved die because of me, I didn't know what to do. i didn't know how to handle anything. so I got angry. and it consumed me,"

he stepped closer towards the teenager. "i know what it's like to feel like a monster."

liam looked down at the ground. he didn't understand what derek was telling him, let alone why he was telling him. he started to shake his head, but he was cut off with a hand on his shoulder.

"you're not a monster, liam. that anger? it makes you powerful. i told that to scott the day I met you — that you were strong. there's no reason your anger can't be used as an advantage. but that's only if you know how to control it and bring it out when you need it,"

"don't let it define you like it did me."

liam made eye contact with him. he heard derek's heartbeat: it hadn't faltered once this whole time. he took a deep breath and nodded.

"okay. what do you need me to do?"

deaton smiled, quickly ushering the two to either side of you.

"liam, stand by her head and hold her shoulders. she'll need a comforting face when coming to. derek, hold her legs. this isn't going feel great."

liam gripped hard on your shoulders. "wait, what are you —"

deaton didn't waste any time grabbing your forearm and pushing down, hard. the sound of bone snapping cracked throughout the room, causing a similar sensation in liam's chest. his eyes widened at the realization of what was happening.

you shot up with a roar, eyes flashing gold as you screamed in pain. you snapped your arms out of the grasp of those around you, your free hand flying to the broken, immediately resetting it with another painful wail.

with the bone back in place, you took a deep breath, panting as you slowly leaned back down on the exam table. everyone gathered around you, watching with hope as you grew more and more with it.

you lifted your shirt as a tingling sensation flooded your abdomen, all of you watching as the gashes in your side slowly started to patch themselves up. liam let out sigh of relief, staggering back a few feet as solace washed over him. you were okay.

deaton gave you a reassuring smile, patting you on the knee. "good to have you back with us, (y/n). i think we'll let you guys be for a second, you're safe here."

he and derek left the room, quietly discussing their plan for the rest of the evening. liam let his head hang in his hands, wanting to cry at the feeling of relief in seeing you heal. you saw him from where you were laying on the table, slowly sitting up with a whine to face him. he grabbed your arms, helping stabilize you.

"(y/n) i'm so glad you're okay. i can't tell you how afraid i was seeing you hurt. i don't know what i'd do with myself if anything happened to you, I don't, I just —"

you wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, hugging him as tightly as you could, not a thought in your mind on the pain shooting through your side. liam stood frozen, not sure what was happening. you let out a sob and held him tighter, causing him to instinctively wrap his arms around you.

"thank you for saving me, liam."

[houseofperfecttaste]

I Thought I Was Protecting You

"Despite your best efforts to keep it a secret, I know about Y/N. Would be such a shame if something happened to her." An evil smirk was sent the alphas way before Deucalion disappeared.

"Scotty! Ready to go out?!" You danced into his room wearing jeans and a plain crop top ready to go to Lydias' party. "What if we stay in tonight?" Scott suggested anxious about Deucalion. "Again? This is the third weekend in a row you've wanted to stay in." You pouted sitting on his bed. "I just don't have a good feeling about tonight." "That's what you said all those other nights." You crossed your arms and Scott knew he couldn't keep you in the house forever.

"Just stay next to me okay?" He wrapped his arms around your head, your head resting on his abdomen. "Okay, baby." You kissed his abs through his shirt smiling up at him as you pushed him into his closet to pick out something to wear. Once he was dressed he lead you out to his car driving both of you to Lydia's party. Once you arrived Scott kept a protective arm around your waist making sure nothing happened to you. You didn't know about the supernatural and Scott wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible.

You guys danced for an hour before you were getting parched. "I'm going to go grab a drink baby." You yelled over the music letting go of Scotts' hand and he grabbed it again taking a step forward to go with you. "Scott I'll be okay alone. It's right over there. Go talk with Stiles he's been trying to hang out with you all night." He looked nervous to let you go and you gave him a short sweet kiss before walking into the house. Scott watched you walk into the house and then started looking around the party.

He felt eyes on him and he looked up to see Deucalion standing on the roof his heart dropping his eyes immediately searching for you inside the house. He looked back to the roof Deucalion no longer there and Scott ran inside the house looking for you. "Y/N! Y/N?! Y/N!" He shouted searching the house his breathing becoming heavier. "Y/N!" He exclaimed happily finding you talking to one of your classmates. "Sorry to interrupt but we gotta go." Scott grabbed your hand leading you out of the house to his car.

"What the hell Scott?! I was in the middle of a conversation!" You crossed your arms angrily watching him sigh and start driving back to his house. "I'm sorry baby we just had to go." Scott's fingers strummed against the steering wheel knowing you were gonna ask more questions. "Why? Because you were getting bored and didn't wanna be there anymore?" You rolled your eyes thinking he made you leave for his own selfish reasons.

"No, I have my reasons." You huffed slouching in your seat and looking out the window. Once you arrived you went up to Scotts' room grabbing your keys planning on leaving. "Sleepover, please." He sounded like he was begging so you dropped your keys on his desk turning to face him. "What's going on Scott? You've been acting weird since you got back from camping with Stiles." You wrapped your arms around his neck wanting him to be open with you and tell you if something was bothering him.

"Nothing is going on." He denied and you sighed playing with his hair. "You've been helicoptering me ever since, you never want to go out anymore, you're looking over your shoulder every time we do go out, do you want me to continue?" "Look it doesn't make sense now but I promise one day it will, just trust me please." You decided not to ask any more questions just wanting a peaceful night with your boyfriend.

"I trust you, Scott. Wanna join me in the shower?" You smiled and he eagerly nodded picking you up and taking you to his bathroom turning on the water. He turned to you kissing you softly before getting on his knees unbuttoning your jeans kissing up your legs and thighs. He stood up grabbing the hem of your shirt pulling it over your head and unclasping your bra. "I love you." "I love you more." You pulled his shirt over his head while he took his pants off.

You both washed each other and held one another, the shower being the most non-sexual intimate moment you guys have had in a while. When you guys got out Scott dried you off kissing every part of your body savoring you like he was going to lose you. "Let's go cuddle." You dried him off before heading back into the bedroom and he put on a pair of boxers while you stayed naked and got underneath the blankets. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to his body while you nuzzled into his chest.

"Goodnight my beautiful girl, I love you."

"Goodnight my handsome boy. I love you more." You squeezed him tight before closing your eyes letting sleep engulf you not knowing Scott kept himself awake for as long as possible to make sure you were safe. He looked down at your peaceful state knowing he would do anything in the world to protect you. He would die for you and he knew he might have to.

You woke up the next morning alone in bed and you rubbed your eyes sitting up and getting out of bed to put on one of his sweatshirts and boxers. Your head snapped up when hearing glass break downstairs. You opened the door not hearing anything more but decided to go down to make sure Scott was okay. You were halfway down the stairs when you saw Scott being held up against the wall by some sort of monster thing.

Your heart started racing not believing what you were seeing. "Run," Scott yelled looking at you and the monster turned to look at you dropping Scott and approaching you. You backed up towards the door reaching for the doorknob before Scott intervened fighting the thing. You froze with your hand on the doorknob watching the interaction your jaw dropping when seeing it stab Scott with its claws. "Scott!" You wailed tears streaming down your face as the creature picked Scotts' body up throwing him into the wall opposite of the room.

You swung open the door running as fast as you could down the street not looking behind you. "Get in." A man said cutting you off with his car rolling the window down. "Who the fuck are you?" You asked through tears your chest heaving. "A friend of Scott's. Now get in." You sighed looking behind you at Scotts' house before hopping into the stranger's car. You looked over at him and he had jet black hair a leather jacket on a scowl on his face and he intimated you. You cried quietly looking out the window thinking how you'll never see Scott again and if this stranger had something to do with it.

He pulled up to Scott's work and you've never been more confused. Why in the actual hell were you at the vet when Scott was at home dying. He opened the door leading you to the back room not saying a word so you decided you weren't going to either. You heard the door open and your body stiffened thinking you were next but Stiles, Lydia, and Isaac walked into the room looking at the stranger behind me.

"Guys, what the fuck is happening? Scotts at home he got attacked by some creature and he's there dying, he got stabbed with the thing's claws!" You explained freaking out and they all looked relatively calm. "Y/N he's okay-" Lydia started and your eyes widened laughing in disbelief. "No, he's not he's at his house bleeding out he-," You got distracted when you peered out the window to see Scott walking up the driveway looking good as new. You were extremely fucking confused but were more than thrilled to see your boyfriend alive.

You ran out the door the third wave of tears starting as you ran towards him throwing yourself onto him and clinging to him. "I thought I lost you. I saw you-you were bleeding-you got stabbed with its claws-what was that thing." You rambled on not knowing where to start having so many questions. He grabbed your face in his hands making you look at him tears streaming down his face. He never meant for danger to get that close to you, he knew you were traumatized now, thinking he died and witnessing it. "You're never going to lose me. I'm so sorry baby . Follow me inside and I'll explain."

Over an hour later Scott was done explaining and you sat there in disbelief not even knowing what to think. Your boyfriend was a werewolf. He can heal, if gets stabbed he heals, shot, he heals, anything he heals. And your friends helped him fight supernatural creatures. And you somehow became Deucalions' target. He gave everyone a look to get out of the room and they all left going outside. "I understand it's a lot. I didn't plan on telling you this soon but I can't really come up with an excuse for what you saw this morning." You didn't answer but you put your head in your hands staring at the ground.

"Y/N you're not safe around me." He breathed out sighing knowing what he has to do to keep you safe. You looked up at him fearing his next words. "I-I think we should break up. I have to keep you safe. I love you." He held your face in his hands' tears dropping from his eyes. "Please don't do this Scott." You stood up crying not wanting to lose him twice in a day. "I love you so much which is why I have to do this." You frowned placing your hands on his chest trailing them up to the sides of his neck.

He closed his eyes letting himself sink into the feeling of your touch one last time. "I love you so much too." You whispered kissing his jaw and then his lips. You pulled away after a few minutes looking into his eyes before leaving the building. Scott ran his hands through his hair looking back up when hearing the door open. "I need a ride home." You whispered not looking at him forgetting that his friend drove you here.

You followed him to his car him opening the door for you. You guys drove in silence both of you trying not to cry. He parked in front of your house and you looked over at him kissing his cheek. "I love you, Scott McCall. Stay safe." You said getting out of his car and heading into your house.

------------2 Weeks Later----------

Your parents went to work so you decided to shower and binge-watch your favorite show. You were a mess due to the breakup, you saw him every day at school making it harder to get over him. Not like you wanted to but you had to. You locked all the doors and windows jumping into the shower staying in there for about thirty minutes having nothing else better to do. You put your clothes on leaving the bathroom and going down into the kitchen to make yourself dinner not seeing the open window.

You heard a shatter come from the living room and went to check it out thinking it was just your cat. You looked into the living room seeing a vase broken on the ground your cat was nowhere in sight and you sighed turning around and being face to face with the werewolf who attacked Scott. You let out a scream before he grabbed you throwing you into a wall and stomping towards you as you scrambled to your feet running up the stairs.

You threw anything you could at him being the most scared you've ever been in your life. He made it up the stairs and you ran into your room closing the door locking it and barricading it. You crawled under your bed sobbing and flinching when hearing him bust your door down. You were dragged out from under your bed your screams resuming and he dragged you to the stairs throwing you down them. Your vision was blurry but you were able to see him walking slowly down the stairs.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket knowing you had to call Scott. You hurriedly clicked on his contact him picking up after three rings. "Y/N?" "He's coming, Scott, he's coming." You cried harder when hearing the roar Deucalion let out. He picked you up throwing you all over the house his claws leaving a gash across your chest. You were still on call with Scott and his jaw clenched when hearing your blood-curdling screams over the phone knowing it was all his fault. You were bleeding out, vision becoming black but not before seeing Scott bust through your door in full transformation fighting Deucalion.

You passed out in the middle of it, Scott fought off Deucalion picking up your body using his super speed to run to the hospital calling for his mom. The nurses took you out of his arms bringing you into the operating room leaving Scott in the waiting room pacing back and forth losing his mind. The rest of the pact rushed out of the elevator going over to Scott. "Is she okay?" Lydia asked and Scott stopped pacing looking at the pact. "It's all my fault. It's all my fault." He repeated collapsing on the floor tears falling from his eyes. The pact consoled him until the nurses came out saying they could see you.

"You should go in first. Alone." Stiles said and Scott nodded heading to your room and knocking on the door before heading in. You sent him a small smile moving over signaling you wanted him to sit on the bed with you. He bit his lip trying not to cry knowing it was all his fault. "I thought I was protecting you by breaking up with you. I only put you in more danger." He whispered grabbing your hand and rubbing his thumb over it. "But you were there to save me." You sat up carefully grabbing both of his hands. "You almost died because of me." "But I didn't."

"Scott please don't blame yourself. I'm alive. I'll be fine." You gave him a small smile which he returned. ""Scott please don't blame yourself. I'm alive. I'll be fine." You gave him a small smile which he returned. "You were never supposed to get involved. I'm so sorry." He frowned looking at the stitches on your face the bruises and cuts all over your body and he knew underneath the hospital robe there were gashes across your torso.

He kept rambling about how it was his fault and how sorry he was even though you kept telling him to stop blaming himself. You grabbed his cheeks pressing your lips to his cutting him off. "Listen to me Scott. This isn't your fault at all. You did what you thought was best for me, I don't blame you so don't blame yourself." You looked into his eyes and he nodded and you wiped away his tears pulling him into a hug.

"Will you be my girlfriend again?" He asked into your neck making you smile. "Of course I will be."

[omgkatherine01]

Moonlight Beta - Masterlist

Lia Dunbar is your average girl, but she is not. She doesn't like shopping or dating all the cute boys. No she likes Lacrosse and she likes to be the best. Lia is a freshman in high school but she was kicked out of her old school for ruining her teachers car. Oh that's another thing she has IED (Intermittent Explosive Disorder) which pretty much makes her a ticking time-bomb. What will happen to her when she is bite by the new Alpha Scott McCall. How will she handle her anger which is 10 times worse now?

Pairing: Scott McCall x Fem!Liam Dunbar

Warning: smut, blood, death

Masterlist (requests are currently open for now)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 coming soon

Chapter 9 coming soon

Chapter 10 coming soon

Chapter 11 coming soon

Chapter 12 coming soon

[stapley0urmouthshut]

Y/N: do you trust me?

Liam: no.

Y/N: smart man-

[cvntycunt]

masterlist ⵢ

req anything !

I RAFE CAMERON

 ⠀⠀no contact (ongoing)

(1), (2)

forbidden connection (coming soon)

(1), (2)

I CHRIS STURNIOLO

[tawneybel]

Request: “It's finally our turn to be asked "Truth or Dare". And Calux possesses one of the boys and dare us to him him have his way with us?” 

Imagine it’s finally your turn to pick truth or dare from a possessed Lucas.

“Truth or dare?” asked the demon wearing Lucas’s face. 

“Dare,” you replied, without hesitation.

______ has no idea what’s in store for her.

Despite his host’s inclination towards Markie and Olivia, they weren’t really Calux’s type. They were both nubile, yes. Just outshone by the latecomer. The new player in this round of Truth or Dare and their silly love lives. Too bad Lucas hadn’t met you first. Then he wouldn’t have had to deal with an unfaithful lover and his inability to leave her, or the lover’s best friend who covered up the infidelities. 

It was easy to overwrite the boy’s attraction, though. Humans were so sensitive. So easy to stimulate. Of course, Calux knew he was being hypocritical. He’d immediately wanted to lay you. What he wouldn’t give to be corporeal! Still, possession was a boon. 

“Let me have my way with you.” 

If he’d been an incubus, he would have already crept into your bedchamber and taken you dozens of times. In one night, till the break of dawn. Draining your vitality, keeping you bedridden and too weak to even consider tightening your walls, bracing against his cock. Maybe he’d be diphallic, if he was of the incubi ilk. One member sapping your lifeforce, the other replenishing it. Calux knew of such devils. 

But being able to overshadow someone, that brought him almost as much pleasure as he knew he would have desecrating you. Invading some unenlightened mortal’s mind and body, forcing them to do everything. Admit vicious truths. Perform obscene acts. Commit horrific sins. Particularly in public. Suppressing his hosts’ desires and installing his own. Pure ecstasy. There were certain rules Calux had to follow on this plane. Coming up with loopholes was great amusement. And forcing mortals to play truth or dare was the most fun he’d had in centuries. Seeping further into Lucas’s mind, Calux began to list other party games to pervert. 

Premarital was the norm in 201x, so he wasn’t too surprised when you unzipped your purse, dug around for a moment, then pulled out a box of condoms. Already opened. With you, Calux was only interested in physical penetration, not spiritual. Maybe later he’d make you admit how many guys you’d had and how you’d had them. At the rate players were losing, it’d just be ______ soon. Unless you four lured in some fresh victims. 

It’d be fun to see you get prodded by and impaled on strangers’ cocks, tongues, and fingers. Through the penetrators’ own eyes. 

Olivia’s right, you thought with a mental grimace, it does look like a messed up filter.  

“It” being Markie’s boyfriend’s face. 

If someone could capture a pic of this temporary disfigurement, anyone they’d show it to would probably scoff. Say it’s too silly to be scary. Maybe at a glance, you thought. Seeing a person’s face stretch to accommodate the diabolism masked behind it was brain searing. The painfully wide smile and shiny, buggy eyes. 

Well, Calux’s bulging eyes were distracting from Lucas’s bulging groin. The demon figured he could transmute the phallus ad hoc. For the moment, his vessel’s member would do.

Besides, he reverbated in Lucas’s skull, I’m not sure my hard-on could keep that sheath intact. 

You placed a hand on said boner. Lack of enthusiasm didn’t seem to bother him. Lucas or Calux. It pulsed even though your palm was almost hovering. If a player didn’t finish a dare, she died. If you didn’t help him finish, you were probably going to be violated. Well, more so than if you submitted to Calux’s advances. 

Your infernal partner set “his” hand over yours, molding your grip. Puppeteering Lucas to buck into your fist. To tenderly moan your name, even though you knew glassy eyes were drinking in your submission. You eyed Lucas’s abdomen. Yours would be slapping against it soon.  

[sillydeeds]

one of the best friendships in teen wolf

[booker-le-livre]

lmfao sis literally EVERYONE is mocking Posey for being desperate and unemployed and still begging for more Teen Wolf movies because he wants to keep playing geriatric wolf lol. And everyone is rightfully mocking/shitting on Posey and Jeff for their shitty excuse of a Teen Wolf revival and for treating Arden like garbage. The only relevant things about the TW Movie are Derek and Eli Hale. No one gives a shit about Scott, Posey or Jeff and you can die mad about it 🙃

Lmao, sis, who hurt you?😭 Imagine being so fired up because someone doesn’t like Meningitis Stilinski that you’re actually dragging Posey for rightfully being the MC of the franchise revolving around his character? Literally the only valid thing you said was that they did Arden dirty. Anyway, I give the movie 10/10 solely for being DOB/Meningitis-free💅🏽

[themultifandomgal]

Tyler Hoechlin- Our Love

Season 1 Bloopers/Gag Reel



#1

“B unit or T unit?” I ask holding a film slate in my hand

“Just 2 mark” Jeff replies

“2 mark… it’s not going down” I laugh pushing the moving part down

#2

“I think I did something last night. I had a dream about someone,I had a dream about someone, but someone else got hurt” Posey says as Scott. I cross my arms looking him up and down “And it turns out that part of the dream might have actually happened”

“You think you attract the diver… woah that’s not right” I laugh messing up my line

“Guys I attracted a diver!” Posey yell fist bumping the air

#3

Tyler and I are currently running through the woods when I trip over a branch

“Cut!”

“You ok?” Tyler asks trying to hold back a laugh while also helping me up

“Yeah I’m fine” I laugh

#4

Tyler, Dylan, Posey and I are doing a scene. Tyler is stood shirtless while I stand next to him, it’s kinda hard to not glance at his abs

“They’re a lot freaking nicer than you are” Dylan and Posey try to fist bump but completely miss making us laugh

“Oh I can show exactly how nice I can be” Ty laughs.

#5

In my scene I’m meant to run up the steps of the hale house towards Tyler who’s at the top of the stairs

“Ok action” Russel calls. I run up the stairs but slip due the high heals I’m wearing

“Damn it” I yell getting up steadily. We reset and I run up again but again I slip I catch myself on the hand rail braking it as I fall “I broke the set!” I shout pouting

“How?” Tyler laughs walking down the stairs to help me up “how do you fall and brake the handrail?”

We reset once again, finally I manage to do the scene without falling. Once cut I dramatically sigh in relief making everyone laugh.

#6

Tyler and I both have our arms handcuffed over our heads. Once again Tyler is shirtless

“Who can do the most pull-ups?” Colton shouts from behind the cameras

“Me obviously” I say “are the bars safe for us to?”

“Yes” Jeff sighs knowing where this is going

“Ok 3, 2, 1.. go” Tyler and I do as many pull ups as possible, obviously Tyler does more because look at his muscles! But hey I still did a fair few.

[its-an-obsession]

Sweet Nothings

Teen Wolf Masterlist | Full Masterlist 

Summary: One thing about Scott McCall is that he loved little acts of service. If you needed help with something, Scott was there to help. Before dating Scott, the two of you had been best friends, cliche I know. It didn't matter if you and Scott had been together for almost a year, he continued to show his affection. It was always that little things that made the two of you as a couple.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Liam Dunbar -> Your Younger Brother

Warnings: none

Scott McCall x-reader

(5th Grade - Third Person View)

"Hey, look at this," a little Y/N Dunbar picked up a rock. It was shaped in almost a perfect triangle. Scott opened his hand. Y/N set the unique stone in his hand. He smiled, running a finger over the edges. "It's so cool," he grinned. Y/N responded with one as well, her hands in the pocket of her skirt.

I spy with my little tired eye, tiny as a firefly A pebble that we picked up last July. Down deep inside your pocket We almost forgot it Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

They were having a Fourth of July celebration at the lake. Y/N's father was setting up the fireworks on the dock for that evening. "How do you think this happened?" Scott sat on the hammock, holding up the rock. Y/N shrugged her shoulders and sat down beside him. They swung on the hammock.

Y/N moved her legs back and forth, trying to make the hammock go a little higher. She gripped onto the hem of the fabric. She watched her baby brother, Liam, play with Mrs. McCall. Liam played with some dirt while Melissa tried to prevent him from eating it. "Oh, does your brother eat dirt?" Scott pursed his lips.

"What? No," Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Yes, he does," Scott shoved her shoulder. Y/N shook her head again and shoved his shoulder just like he did. Their little wrestling match was interrupted.

They said the end is coming Everyone's up to something I find myself running home to your sweet nothings Outside, they're pushing and shoving

Y/N's mother called them over for dinner. "Race ya," Scott said. He jumped from the hammock and bolted to the table. Y/N followed after him. She joined him at the table, grinning when her mother handed her a plate of food. "Thanks, mama," Y/N said, taking a big sip of the Lemonade.

Scott reached across the table to grab the ketchup. Melissa slapped his hand, reminding him of his manners. She set the bottle beside his plate. Scott shrunk in his seat and let Mr. Dunbar put ketchup on his hotdog. "Thank you," Scott said. Y/N's father rubbed Scott's brown hair. Scott brought his arms up, pushing the man's hands away.

Y/N giggled at her best friend. She moved to the side before Scott could push her. "Do we need to remind the two of you to keep your hands to yourself?" Mrs. Dunbar said. "No, ma'am," the two kids responded. She smiled, handing her husband a bottle of beer.

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(8th Grade - Third Person View)

Y/N kicked the soccer ball to Liam, then dodged when he kicked. She was always surprised at how good he was at soccer. "You wanna snack?" Y/N trapped the ball underneath her foot. Liam nodded and took off his flannel. Y/N smiled and walked into her house.

Scott was standing in the kitchen, helping Mrs. Dunbar bake some cookies. Scott was humming some song he heard on the radio, Sweet Nothings by Taylor Swift to be exact. Scott's smile grew when he saw Y/N walk in. "I saved the spoon for you to have the cookie dough," Scott held the wooden spoon.

You're in the kitchen humming All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

"My favorite part," she grabbed the spoon from him. Scott mixed the chocolate into a separate bowl as Y/N ate the dough. Mrs. Dunbar put a cookie sheet into the oven after Scott finished with the chocolate. Y/N grabbed some chips for herself and Liam.

"Why don't you two go play with Liam. I'll call you in when the cookies are done," Y/N's mother said. Y/N nodded and took Scott's hand. They ran outside to see Liam playing with the ball like it was a basketball. "That's not how you play, Liam," Scott opened the bag of chips.

Liam ran over. Y/N handed her brother a bag of chips. "What do you guys want to do after this?" Scott asked. "We could play hide and go seek," Y/N suggested, her voice muffled by the chips.

Both boys said that was a pretty good idea. After finishing their snacks, they played a quick game of soccer before switching to hide and go-seek. "Ten, eleven, twelve," Scott counted. He covered his eyes, standing behind a thick oak tree.

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(12th Grade - Y/N's Point of View)

It was the Fourth of July, but this time Scott and I were a couple. We stayed at the same lake house we went to every Fourth of July. The two of us were lying on the dock, looking up at the sky. "I'm thinking of a number between six and ten," Scott said. "Uh, five," I guessed. "Correct," he pointed at me.

He kissed me on the cheek. I smiled, resting my head against his shoulder. "I wanted to read you something," Scott said. He sat up from his spot and brushed his hands on his shorts. He pulled out a sheet of crumpled notebook paper. Scott cleared his throat. "Violets are blue, roses are red," Scott read.

On the way home I wrote a poem You say, "What a mind" This happens all the time

I withheld my laugh, pressing my lips together. He looked up from the paper with raised brows. "What?" he said. "What a mind," I shook my head in amusement. "Are you making fun of me?" he dropped his hands. I shook my head again, not wanting to say anything. "You are so laughing at me," Scott said.

"I'm not laughing at you, Scott," I insisted. "You are," he smirked, leaning in. He held my face, bringing me in for a kiss. I smiled into the kiss as Scott set a hand on my waist to bring me closer. "Hey, guess what I still have?" he said. Scott reached into his pocket again.

My eyes grew when he pulled out the same triangle-shaped rock from when we were ten. He set it into my hand. "I can't believe you still have it," I said. The rock's surface was still smooth from when we first found it. I had no idea that he kept it all these years.

"Of course I still have it," Scott said, "I knew when you gave it to me that I loved you." My brows furrowed. "Scott, we were ten," I said. "I know. I love you like Stiles loves Star Wars," he shrugged.

'Cause they said the end is coming Everyone's up to something I find myself running home to your sweet nothings Outside, they're pushing and shoving You're in the kitchen humming All that you ever wanted from me was nothing

I laughed, kissing him again. "Y/N/N, Scotty! Dinner!" Melissa shouted. Scott sighed against my lips, not wanting to get up. I leaned back with a smirk on my face. "Race ya," I jumped up from the dock, hearing the boards creak as I ran over them. I looked behind me to see him gaining up on me.

"What? You're cheating," I said, referencing his werewolf abilities. He beat me just by a second. My mom set up a plate for me and Scott, putting it on the picnic table. Scott and I sat side by side, as usual, facing the sunset. I took a long sip of my Lemonade and handed Scott the ketchup before he could reach across the table.

He shot me a wink and put ketchup on the hotdog. I handed him a napkin just as a drop of ketchup fell onto his plate. "You need a bib, Scott?" Liam said from the end of the table. Scott looked up and glared at my younger brother. Liam gave him a look back and went back to eating his dinner.

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more" To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it

After eating, Scott and I sat at the edge of the dock. My father and grandfather were setting up the final touches on the fireworks. A few seconds went by and a burst flew into the air. I felt the cold water hit my toes.

"You wanna go in?" Scott gestured to the water. I smirked in agreement. I took off my romper, leaving me in my favorite swimsuit. We watched the fireworks go off one by one from the water. Colors upon colors glided into the air, reds, golds, blues, greens, and purples.

Scott watched as my face lit up. He splashed me every so often. "Dude," I said, splashing him back. It fell quiet between us as we saw the fireworks go off. I could hear my family cheer at the different colors. Scott tapped me on the shoulder, making me look at him.

They said the end is coming Everyone's up to something I find myself running home to your sweet nothings Outside, they're pushing and shoving You're in the kitchen humming All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

"Wha-" my sentence was cut short by the feeling of Scott's lips on mine. He set a hand on the back of my head. "I love you," he said, pushing hair away from my face. "I love you too," I smiled.

[little-big-fan]

Quando acordei, não pensei que meu dia começaria daquele jeito.

Eu e Tyler tínhamos gritado um com o outro cedo e ambos estávamos magoados com a briga, Tyler tinha saído pra correr e não tive notícias dele o resto da manhã, e com razão já que falei coisas que não me orgulho e ele também.

Estava perdida, revivendo a briga novamente quando ele entrou no quarto, sem anunciar sua chegada como sempre fazia.

O mesmo me olhou e foi em direção ao banheiro sem falar nada, preciso consertar as coisas antes que esse briga boba se torne uma grande briga.

Fiquei esperando o mesmo terminar o banho e pensando em como pedir desculpas pelo o que falei.

-Oi - disse ele triste quando saiu do banheiro, me tirando dos pensamentos

-Oi - disse nervosa - Tyler acho que precisamos conversar -

-Conversar ou você brigar mais uma vez comigo por causa do seu ciúmes? -

-Eu sei que falei coisas que te magoaram, mas eu estava com raiva - disse e vi o mesmo revirar os olhos

-Pelo amor de deus S/N, quantas vezes vou ter que falar pra você não se preocupar com nenhuma mulher? -

-Você tem que me entender - comecei a falar e vi o mesmo ficar sem entender - Eu sou insegura e você sabe disso, eu não sinto ciúmes para brigarmos -

-Mais S/N... - Começou a falar, mas o interrompi

-Eu sei o que você vai dizer - disse tentando segurar as lagrimas - Mas eu não consigo me ver bonita como você fala, eu tenho problemas com isso ainda - disse secando uma lagrima que caiu

-Amor - disse ele me abraçando - Eu vou ajudar você a se sentir maravilhosa - disse beijando minha cabeça - Você vai ver, daqui a alguns meses você vai se sentir a mulher mais maravilhosa desse mundo -

-Obrigada Amor - disse lhe dando um beijo - Eu te amo, e me desculpa -

-Esta tudo bem - falou me beijando - Eu também te amo -

taglist: @cachinhos-de-harry / @say-narry / @alanaavelar / @nihstyles

[devinwolfi]

i made my bi scott icon without even knowing that tyler posey is literally queer. incredible

[charming-or-tedious]

Theo seeing Scott talk, be like ^^

sorry. i zoned out while you were talking because i saw the tips of your fangs and got hit with a wave of fondness & lust so strong it almost made me nauseous. What were you saying

[omgkatherine01]

Moonlight Beta: Chapter 6 - Burn Alive... Almost

Series Masterlist

Chapter 5, Chapter 7

Pairing: Scott McCall x Fem!Liam Dunbar

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Sleep wasn't Lia's friend anymore, not since the Berserker fight. Those things, those creatures haunted Lia every second they could. So, instead of going back to sleep, she texted Scott and asked if she could come over, which she received a yes for an answer.

Ever since he died and had those awful nightmares involving Lia, he felt extra protective of her, scared that she might die like she did in his mind. With her around him, he felt better knowing she was there beside him, alive.

"How's Kira's Mom?" Lia asked as she sat on Scott's bed with him. "She was taken to a hospital in Palo Alto," Scott said, "They put her in a helicopter. But she will be alright, she just doesn't heal like she used to."

"Does this mean..." Lia trailed off. "Kira is leaving for a couple of days, yeah," Scott said. "She needs to be there for her mother, especially if she's still on the list." He sighed and laid his head on the pillow, "And, I actually have to go back to the hospital too. They want to do a bunch of tests since I was kind of officially dead."

Lia scoffed, "Yeah, I figure my Dad has a lot of questions to you." Scott nodded, "Yeah."

Lia looked down at her hands, "I just wish it had all worked." Scott frowned and sat back up, "Yeah, I've been thinking about that too. And actually, I think maybe it did work. Not that I know exactly who The Benefactor is but we might know a lot more about him now."

Lia frowned as they faced each other, "But no one came. And no one got visual confirmation, right?"

"That's why it might have worked," Scott said, "Remember what I told you about everyone in our pack? Think about it. Who has the power to know when someone's dead, but doesn't need to see the body to know it happened?" Lia thought for a moment with a frown and then looked at Scott,

"A Banshee."

Scott smiled softly at her.

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Another night, and Lia was tossing and turning because she couldn't sleep. As she did so, a familiar noise made her stop and sit up.

Now fully awake, she noticed her printer was on. The girl got out of her bed and walked quietly over to see that it was printing something. It was the Deadpool and it had names crossed off of it.

"What the hell?" She muttered to herself as it kept trying to print. She tried pressing the off-button but it kept on printing until she finally unplugged it.

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The next morning seemed like hell for Lia as she walked down the halls of the school. Her paranoia was increased and the laughter of the students in the hallway was so overwhelming until Mason greeted her, Lia's focus then finally having something productive to shift to.

"Hey," he said, "Am I gonna see you at the bonfire tonight? Or are you gonna be busy with lacrosse team things?"

Lia frowned, forgetting that they had the bonfire party coming up. With all the supernatural crap going on, she was too tired to do anything else.

"Uh, I'm thinking about skipping," she admitted sheepishly.

"You're not skipping," Mason told her.

"Why not?" Lia asked. "Because you're on the lacrosse team," Mason answered, "Don't you have to go?"

Lia looked nervous. "I don't, uh..." The girl suddenly froze when she started to hallucinate a Berserker in the school. Whether it was from lack of sleep or trauma, she didn't know. Either way, she was hallucinating one standing right in the middle of the hallway.

"I--I don't think I can make it," she lied, grateful that Mason couldn't hear her heartbeat.

"You're coming," Mason said, "We're gonna find you a nice boy--or a nice girl that you can embarrass yourself in front of and find me a lacrosse player. Because statistically speaking, someone on your team has gotta be on my team. Alright?" While Mason was rambling, the Berserker seemed to be getting closer.

"Lia?" Him calling out her name seemed to snap her out of the trance. "Yeah, I'll be there," she spoke quickly before running off, hoping to get away from the beast-like creature.

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The entire lacrosse team was in the boys' locker room, including Lia since no one was actually getting changed and it was just a team meeting.

Coach walked in, "All right. Now, I know the start of the season bonfire, it's a big deal for you guys. I also know it gets out of hand sometimes. The alumni show up, there's other teams, and alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol." The team, aside from Lia and Scott, cheered.

Scott had his eyes stuck on his Beta. She wasn't paying much attention, her eyes were looking down at her shoes. She smelt of sadness and fear, something Scott wasn't used to smelling on her.

"All right, shut up," Coach said, "Now, what I don't understand is why anybody would ever want to get stumbling down drunk in front of a massive open fire. I'm also resigned to not being able to stop you guys." The team, aside from Lia and Scott, cheered. "I also remind you, your team captain, McCall, will be there. And I can count on him to narc on any and every one of these little bastards. Get back to class."

Everyone scrambled off after Coach's speech and Scott lost Lia in the small crowd. He took a deep breath, following her scent to the stairwell.

Lia was sitting on the stairs since everyone else was back in class, fiddling with her lacrosse stick. She flinched slightly when she heard someone getting close, but relaxed slightly when she realized it was only Scott.

"Hey," Scott said softly as he sat on the step behind her and put his hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

"You okay?" he asked. Lia shrugged and looked down at her feet. Scott frowned in confusion, "Lia, hey, you can tell me anything. You know that right?"

The girl sighed softly and spoke, "Last night, my printer went off by itself. I couldn't turn it off. I hit the cancel button, but it just kept printing."

"Printing what?" Scott asked. Lia took the list out of her pocket and gave it to Scott.

Before he could read it, the two heard Coach yelling. They ran over to his office to see papers among papers being printed out like crazy. "What the hell is this?" he asked as Scott picked a paper up.

"You see the difference?" Lia asked.

"Derek's not on the list anymore," Scott answered, and Lia wasn't worth 3 million anymore, she was now worth 18 million dollars.

"I don't know if I want to feel special or terrified," Lia muttered as Scott looked from the girl to the papers.

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Mason dragged his best friend out, despite her not wanting to go to the bonfire party. Her father urged her to go out and have fun, while her mother was hesitant on letting her go out to a party that would most likely result in drinking.

Mason has practically made her his Barbie doll, dressing her up in a semi-casual black dress. It was something Lia couldn't see herself ever wearing again. To feel less naked, she wore Scott's lacrosse zip-up sweatshirt.

Lia, despite knowing that she couldn't get drunk because of her healing abilities, decided to drink anyway and was pleasantly surprised when she started to feel a bit buzzed.

"Hey, I wanted to ask, what's your relationship with Scott McCall?" Mason suddenly asked. "Oh, you know, we just became friends after the tryouts," Lia answered.

"Is that Scott's sweatshirt?" Mason asked with a small smirk. Lia looked down at herself before back at him in hesitation, "Yeah... is that bad?" Mason shook his head, letting out a soft chuckle.

His smile disappeared as he watched her take another sip. "Not gonna tell me to slow down right?" she asked when she noticed him giving her a confused look when she chugged down a whole flask of captain. A smile was on her lips, something that she had been lacking since the Berserker incident.

"Actually, I was gonna say keep drinking," Mason said, "I think you should get drunk. And I mean stumbling down, fall on your ass, passed out with your face in the toilet drunk."

Lia couldn't help but giggle, "Why?"

This was when it got serious.

"Maybe then when I ask you what's going on, you'll be too drunk to lie," he answered.

Lia's happy smile fell, guilt consuming her for keeping him in the dark and worried about her. "I'm not asking this because I want to know," he said, "I'm asking because I want to help. Are you seriously okay?"

Lia didn't notice that Scott had shown up, he was too looking over along with Malia with a sense of worry.

"I'm getting another drink. Yeah. I'm getting drunk."

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It was not long after that she felt drunk, like stumbling drunk. Scott and Mason had both Malia and Lia sit down, both girls intoxicated despite their massive healing abilities that would've prevented this.

"How much has she had to drink?" Scott asked Mason. "Not enough to get her like this," Mason answered, knowing he's seen Lia drink more than that and not be this affected before.

"Something's happening. We need to get them out of here. I think we're gonna have to, uhm..." Scott was cut off as his vision got blurry.

"How much did you drink?" Mason swore everyone here were literally alcoholics.

"Nothing, not even a sip," Scott answered and then realized it was the music, just like the hunters from Mexico had done to them. "It's not the drinks. It's the music. I have to… I have to turn off the music. Don't let them out of your sight." Mason nodded, and watched Scott walking away, stumbling a little along the way.

Mason turned back to Lia and handed her a bottle of water, "Hey, drink some water." Lia took it, "Mase, I don't feel so well."

"Yeah, I get it, you--you'll be okay," Mason said and turned back to check for Scott. A few seconds after, two guards walked closer and each grabbed Lia and Malia by the arms.

"Let's go," Guard 1 told them, starting to pull Lia up by one arm, and the girl didn't even fight back.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Mason asked. "These are my friends."

Guard 1 turned to Mason, putting a hand on his chest. "Your friends are overly intoxicated. They need to be escorted out."

"Okay, I'll go with them," Mason told them.

"That won't be necessary," Guard 1 told him, turning back to Lia.

"I said they're my friends--" Mason started forcefully, but the guard pushed him down to the ground.

Two guys went to help him up. "You okay, man?" Guy 1 asked, and he nodded. He looked back to the guards as they took Lia and Malia away.

The assassins dressed like security guards dragged Scott, Malia and Lia inside, placing them on the floor, leaned them against the lockers, and started dousing them with gasoline.

Scott was the only one conscious at this time, "What is that? What are you doing?"

The guy smirked, "It's gasoline. Haigh says we gotta burn you. It's too bad though, your girl is pretty hot," he said, gesturing to Lia.

Scott growled, his eyes turning red in protectiveness over his beta who was clearly underaged compared to this man. "Oh, shut up," the man scowled, dousing them with more gasoline.

Malia and Lia gained consciousness when they felt the gasoline on their skin. Scott was hoping that Mason would pull through and get the music shut off even though he didn't know why it was affecting them.

And luckily for the three, he did.

Scott was able to recover easily due to his status as True Alpha. Scott grabbed Guard/Assassin 1's hand, closing the lighter, squeezing his hand until it broke, making him groan in pain. Scott punched him in the face hard, making him fall unconscious.

The other hunters were taken care of when Derek and Braeden came in, fighting hand-to-hand combat with them. Though, it was mostly Braeden since Derek was a bit new to fighting without werewolf powers.

Malia and Lia helped each other up, subconsciously leaning on each other in support. Malia could tell the girl was shaken up, and although she didn't know how to comfort people very well yet, she let the girl hold onto her arm.

"What happened to the gun?" Scott questioned Derek as he got up. "You're covered in gasoline," Derek pointed out the obvious.

"Oh, yeah," Scott muttered and then he turned his attention to the girls. Malia had her arm wrapped around the youngest beta protectively even though the danger has now passed, and she nodded to Scott that they both were alright.

[bucksboobs]

Poseygste?

I was there Gandalf… 3,000 years ago.

Basically once upon a time there was a lil show called Teen Wolf on MTV and that show had a weirdly popular crack ship called Sterek (Mieczysław “Stiles”Stilinski/Derek Hale) it dominated the fandom at the time as the One True Pairing of the fandom kinda just based on vibes at first but the show did start throwing out teases near the end of season 2. In 2013, they were the runner-up pairing just behind Destiel in the AfterElton.com (now called The Backlot) Slash Madness Tournament, beating out several canon ships at the time.

Basically the fandom culture has gotten to the point where it was kind of assumed if you were a fan of Teen Wolf you were a fan of Sterek and if you weren’t well something was wrong with you (kind of like 911 and Buddie pre-s7). So, naturally, as MTV was pretty plugged into fandom culture at the time, they would often approve Sterek related questions for interviews. This got to the point were actors that had nothing to do with the ship were being asked about this ship that had next to no canon material outside mostly violent interactions (remember this is post season 2 pre season 3 timeframe) where for example Derek, a 20 something with supernatural powers, smashed Stiles, a 16 year old with no powers, head into a steering wheel. Anyway the main character of Teen Wolf, believe it or not, is neither of these two but in fact one Scott McCall played by Tyler Garcia Posey. So one can imagine Posey’s understandable frustration with being asked multiple times about a ship that was manufactured by fandom and almost completely irrelevant to the actual show.

Cut to the pre-promotion for season 3 and one of the first and only questions an interviewer asks Posey, the star of the show, is about Sterek. Not about the season ahead, not about Scott’s character arc this season, about a fanon ship his character is not even a part of. He answers “Sterek is this weird, bizarre twisted phenomenon and I think anyone who watches the show solely for that is not watching for the right reasons.” The fandom got really really mad because 1) he shat on the most popular ship of the fandom and 2) he did so with some words that some people interpreted as homophobic (personally I disagreed at the time and disagree to this day that he meant it homophobically— in fact he would later come out as bi/pan)

This catalyzed a divide in fandom as Stereks relentlessly attack Posey and his character in ways that weren’t always justified and other people, later dubbed The Scott McCall Defense Squad defended Posey’s words as being about Sterek as a phenomenon not as a ship, in which case he was right that Sterek was kind of weird in that it sprang up as the main ship when Scott and Stiles had a pretty codependent relationship, and Danny Mahealani was canonically gay and the show had twice teased the idea of Scott and Danny as a couple by this point (funnily enough both times by their lacrosse coach). The whole situation was looked back at as “Poseygate” and was a formative moment in shaping Teen Wolf fandom.

TL;DR: Poseygate was when Tyler Posey insulted Sterek, a popular ship in his show.

[ultram0th]

Tyler Posey had set up his OnlyFans as a way to reconnect with his fans after Teen Wolf ended. It worked for a while and he'd initially seen a score of followers who thirsted after his hot bod. However, the minute his past costar, Tyler Hoechlin, released his, a majority of his followers flocked over to the latter's profile.

Tyler Posey was determined to win back his large follower count, so he began to pose lucratively and show off much more skin than he used to. It began to work and he even started to wear less and less.

Tyler was about to take a picture of himself in some green cut off shorts when an app popped up on his phone: EARN A HIGHER FOLLOWER COUNT!

The actor figured that it was probably some service that had a lot of bots follow one's account, but still, he needed that higher follower account. He couldn't come in second to his costar!

Tyler happily typed in his info, along with his payment, and clicked "Submit". He expected several bots to start popping up in his follower count, however, instead the stud felt like his body exploded.

BWOMP!

The first thing Tyler felt was an immense weight, almost as if he were much heavier than before. He could feel his arms rubbing against his sides and his meaty thighs pressing together in a manner in which they never had before. His head was spinning and as he tried to piece together what had happened, he could faintly hear his phone ping nonstop with notifications.

"Ugh," he groaned, rubbing at his head. "What happened?" The actor paused at the sound of his deeper voice. He cleared his throat and tried again. "What's going on?" Still, his voice sounded as if it'd lowered by several octaves.

Tyler made his way towards the bathroom, bristling as his new movements. His thighs rolled over each other, and he could feel his gut jiggle with every step he took. Once he made it in front of the bathroom mirror, the actor jerked back in shock.

"Fuck!" he gasped at the older, much beefier reflection he saw. He was older, probably in his mid-forties, and he was huge! All of his muscles seemed to have inflated to twice their original size, yet they were covered with a thick layer of fat giving him the appearance of an offseason bodybuilder. His musclegut was massive and it protruded far out in front of him, his entire body covered in manly hair.

As the altered Tyler stared at his bearish reflection, he continued to hear his phone sound off with loads of notifications.

Snapping him out of his daze, Tyler's eyes widened when he looked down at his phone that was in his beefy paw. His large gut dropped at the numerous photos of himself in his body in compromising position after lewd position. There were photos of him tugging on his inflated nipples, snapshots of him in skintight thongs that left nothing to the imagination, and tons of clips of him impaling his rotund hairy ass on the largest dildo he'd ever seen. All of these fell under the new profile name: Wolf Daddy.

All of his panic evaporated into think air as soon as he saw his follower count through, his heart racing when it was in the millions.

"Holy shit," he breathed in his deep voice, running an admiring hand over the curvature of his big belly. He held up his phone and started to record, a wide grin on his older face. "Wolf Daddy's got a lot of stuff to show ya, so make sure to subscribe!"