#they weren't always nice to lydia

[luvhu9hes]

It Was Only a Kiss | EE73 x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Content, Minors DNI, Underage Drinking, P in V, Thigh Riding, Cursing, use of pet names (baby, princess), not proofread, Slight Angst (If I missed anything please let me know)

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: So, this is my first time ever writing something like this, this is also my first time writing smut. Please let me know what you think of this, but I'm also sensitive so please be nice abt it, thank you! All love - Chaela <3

"Come on y/n/n please, it's been so long since we've gone out together" Lydia pleads as I try to hide under my comforter. Normally I would love to go out and party with her, but ever since she started dating our friend Mark I've turned into a major third wheel. Don't get me wrong, I love the two of them and how happy they make each other, but sometimes I'd like to be able to enjoy myself without having to watch them suck each other's faces. After a tremendous amount of prodding Lydia finally coerced me out of bed picking out my outfit for the party.

"Lyds, are you sure I should wear this? Isn't it a bit, much?" I ask as I rake my eyes over the outfit she chose. The outfit consisted of a black miniskirt, a red lacy top which showed off the tops of my breasts really nicely, and some matching black boots.

"It's perfect y/n/n you look hot, nobody will be able to keep their eyes off of you babes."

I roll my eyes at her comment and go to finish my hair and makeup before grabbing my keys and head out the door following behind Lydia. The Soph house, home of the University of Michigan hockey team was only a 10 minute drive from our dorms and we arrived in no time. We made our way inside, music blasting throughout the house practically making the walls shake. The house was hot and stuffy as the sea of bodies was full of young adults grinding and dancing along to the music the air smelling of smoke and alcohol. Almost immediately upon arriving the two girls are greeted by Mark.

"Hey babe" he smiles leaning down to press a kiss to his girlfriend's lips, he then turns to the other girl greeting her as well.

"Hey y/n/n, we've missed you" he says hugging his friend.

"Hey Marky, I've missed you guys too, i've just been busy" I lied not wanting to admit i've been avoiding hanging out with the couple. Just as the three of you were about to head towards the kitchen to pour yourselves some drinks an arm makes itself comfortable around my shoulder causing me to look up and see none other than Ethan Edwards. You weren't exactly sure how the rivalry had started, but for as long as you could remember you and Ethan had hated each other. Growing up next door to each other you and Ethan had been forced to spend time around each other, due to always going to the same school and our parents being good friends. When I had gotten accepted to University of Michigan I had expected to finally escape the brunette, but of course to my disappointment he had been accepted right along with me. At the sight of the boy I tried to contain the look of disgust in my face as I pushed his arm off from around my shoulders. Upon Ethan's arrival Lydia and Mark took it upon themselves to make their way to their other friends across the house.

"Wow y/n/n, it's good to see you too." Ethan teased as he moved to put his hands in his pockets.

"What do you want Ethan?" I asked getting irritated by his presence.

"Pump the hate breaks princess, I was just trying to be civil" Ethan states as he holds his hands up in defense.

I scoffed at the idea, Ethan Edwards? Civil? I think hell would freeze over before that happened. I tried to push past him and move towards to kitchen to get alcohol in my system, but of course he had to follow right behind me. I grabbed myself a beer from the fridge cracking it open and letting the golden liquid glide down my throat the sensation already seeming to ease my annoyance. That was until a set of arms were working to trap me against the fridge.

"Ethan, what are you doing" I asked in a questioning tone.

"Just admiring" the boy admits.

"Where the hell is this coming from Ethan? For as long as I can remember you've hated me" I asked him.

"Who says I hate you?" he questions.

"I don't know Ethan, maybe the way you've been an asshole since the day I moved in next door" I state in a matter of fact tone.

"I wasn't trying to be an asshole y/n" the use of my full name shocks me as he continues. "I just wanted to get to know the pretty girl next door, but the only way I could think to get your attention was to tease you." He finally admits.

"W- what? You're telling me all of these years you've been an ass because you had a crush on me?" I ask hesitantly.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I was doing" Ethan starts,

"and if you'd let me make it up to you I'd show you exactly how I feel for you princess"

"Oh yeah?" I asked, my voice just barely above a whisper

"Yeah" he breathes, his hands on my hips as he leans his face down towards mine his lips ghosting over mine as he says, "You have no idea how long i've wanted this."

"Just kiss me already Ethan" I mumble starting to get impatient. Ethan doesn't take a second longer to crash his lips onto mine. I never would have thought that I would be in the kitchen of the Soph house making out with Ethan Edwards, but here I was with one hand tangled in his hair at the nape of his neck, while the other still held onto the long forgotten can of beer I had grabbed minutes earlier. I tugged at the ends of his hair causing him to groan into my mouth allowing me to slip my tongue in and explore his mouth with my own. After what feels like hours we finally pull away to catch our breath, but within seconds I'm pulling Ethan back down to my lips kissing him with a bruising force. Soon Ethan begins trailing his lips down to my jawline and my neck causing me to tilt my head back in pleasure allowing him more access as he nips and starts to leave marks all over. I know that at this point my panties are dripping from the immense amount of pleasure i'm receiving in this moment.

"Eth.." I moan out as his hands begin to explore my body. He hums in response not fully acknowledging me. "Ethan" I repeat this time in a more firm tone.

At the sound Ethan lifts his head from my neck to look at me. "What's wrong princess? Do you not want this? I can stop it's no problem I just-" he begins to ramble worried he's scared me off.

"No Ethan, I want this, just not- not in the kitchen Ethan" I say reassuring him. Ethan gapes at me as though he had completely forgotten that we were still in the middle of the kitchen. "R-right, well then let's get out of here" Ethan says as he grabs my hand guiding me through the crowd of people and upstairs towards his room. The second the door is locked behind us my back is pushed up against the door as Ethan smashes his lips against mine with the same intensity as minutes ago in the kitchen. My hands go to tangle themselves within his hair once more has his go around yo cup the backs of my thighs. “Jump princess” he mumbles into my lips and I comply immediately eliciting a breathy “good girl” from him causing me to moan into the kiss and him to smirk. Ethan backs us up until he's sitting on the foot of his bed with me straddling his lap. As though my hips had a mind of their own they slowly began to rut against Ethan's causing him to pull away and groan. “What have you done to me Princess?”

“Less talking, please” I breathe out as I continue to grind my hips against his. Ethan lets out a chuckle as he goes to take off my top, looking at me for approval to which I nod. He slowly removes the article of clothing and gapes as my bare breasts are revealed. Starting to feel a bit self conscious I go to move my arms in front of my chest to which Ethan immediately grabs my wrist saying “Don't hide from me now Princess, you're gorgeous.” His hands move from my wrists, down to knead my breasts letting his thumbs flick over my hardening nipples.

“Oh God” I moan out at the sensation and before I can speak again Ethan is enclosing my nipple in his mouth licking and sucking at the bud eliciting a string of curses to come pouring out of my mouth. I tug at the strands of Ethan's hair pulling him away from my chest and back to my lips, my hands moving down his chest to palm his strained cock through his jeans. “Oh Princess” he groans. The two of us are quick to start stripping each other down leaving ourselves bare in front of each other. To say Ethan was attractive was an understatement, he quite literally looked like he had been sculpted by Greek Gods with his chiseled jaw, toned abs, and his incredibly muscular thighs which you couldn't help but staring at. Ethan caught your gaze and smirked as he began to speak, “I see you looking at my thighs Princess” you flush at the realization you've been caught, but he only continues when he says “does that turn you on Princess, the thought of getting off just by pleasuring yourself on my thigh. You like that idea don't you?” he pulls me in by my wrist choosing to run his fingers along my slick folds “Look at you Princess you're so wet f’’me already, c’mon baby come ride my thigh like a good girl” he begins to slur lust evident in his voice. Not being able to decline his request I move to sit with my cunt directly on his thigh as he puts his hands on my hips and begins to set the pace for me flexing his thigh every once in a while the muscles in his thigh touching my clit sending the most delicious sense of pleasure coursing through my body. I very quickly could feel the the very familiar knot tying in my stomach as Ethan quickened the pace enjoying the view of me getting off just at the feel of his thigh. Reaching between our bodies I snaked my hand down to my clit pressing tight circles only increasing the pleasure I was feeling at the moment. “I- I’m close” I'm barely able to muster out before my orgasm overtakes me and I clench my eyes shut leaning forward to bite Ethan's shoulder at the sensation.

Ethan mumbles sweet nothings in my ear as he moves his face to the crook of my neck leaving sloppy kisses in his wake. As I come down from my post orgasmic sensation I reach my hand down to begin stroking Ethan's cock which is angry due to its lack of attention. This is a sign to Ethan that I am ready for more. Quickly Ethan moves us around so that I am laying with my back against his mattress with him hovering over me leaning down to leave a kiss on my lips, this one was different from the others, not full of lust or need, it was a kiss full of passion and emotion. Ethan pulls away and looks me in the eyes with a look clearly asking for permission to which I quickly nod needing to feel him inside me. “Uh uh baby, I need words Princess” he says.

“Ethan please, need your cock. Need you t’ fill me up so good” I babble. That's all he needs to hear before teasing my folds with the tip of his cock and then pushing into my entrance without warning causing us both to moan out at the feeling.

“Fuck baby you're so tight f’me, milking my cock so good baby” Ethan groans into my ear.

“So full Eth. You fill me up so good” I practically cried.

Sure I had had hookups throughout the last few years, nobody had ever been able to please me like Ethan already had, and nobody even came close in size compared to Ethan. After adjusting to the stretch, I encouraged Ethan to move and he did just as I had asked. At first it was painful due to the new feeling but soon that pain was replaced with pleasure. Once the pain was gone I urged Ethan to to move faster to which he gladly obliged setting a harsh pace eliciting almost pornographic sounds from my mouth. All that could be heard throughout the room was the sounds of skin slapping and moans coming from both me and Ethan. The knot in my stomach began tightening again as I was starting to get closer and closer to my orgasm for the second time of the night. I could tell Ethan was getting close as well as I could feel his thrusts getting sloppier and his cock twitching inside of me at each thrust.

“‘m so close Ethan, so close” I breathe out.

“Me too Princess, I want you to cum with me baby, okay? Can you do that f’me baby?”

“Yes, please Ethan ‘m gonna cum”

Ethan reached between our bodies going to draw tight circles on my clit, pulling my orgasm out of me, my pussy fluttering around his cock milks his orgasm out of him as he lets himself lay on top of me. We lay there for a couple of minutes coming down from our highs basking in the post orgasmic feeling. Once we’ve caught our breath Ethan gets up pulling on his boxers leaning down to press a kiss to my lips before he heads to the bathroom. He returns with a washcloth in his hand going to clean the mess made between my thighs trying to be gentle as to not cause overstimulation. Ethan then goes to grab me a pair of his boxers and a shirt for me to sleep in. After I get dressed Ethan opens his arms for me to come join him under the covers to which I happily obliged laying with Ethan as we slowly drifted off to sleep, deciding to leave the conversation about where this will lead for tomorrow.

fin.

a/n: I have no clue how I feel about this or if I even like this but yk 💁🏻‍♀️

[renjunniex]

Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem! Reader Series

Party Guessed

Omega Part 1 | Omega Part 2 | Shape Shifted | Ice Pick | Abomination | Venomous | Frenemy | Restraint | Raving | Fury

Prompt: Scott is hurt, Jackson isn't easy to stop, Lydia's birthday is coming up. And to top it all off, the full moon is tonight.

a/n: I read through this once and edited it so I hope I got all the mistakes

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It took a while but Isaac had finally calmed you down, Erica had left and even though Stiles wanted to stay because he was worried about you, Isaac had convinced him that he would take care of you.

"Are you sure?"

By now you had yourself tucked into Isaac as Stiles talked to you. You nodded wiping your tears away, "Yeah, Stiles, I'm fine. You should go home and rest. I need to find Scott and then I will too." He hesitated again before slowly nodding, you didn't see it but Isaac and Stiles had shared a knowing glance like some kind of exchange that just said 'make sure she's safe'.

Stiles had finally left and it was just you two. You guys sat in silence and he just caressed your hair. Even though no words were being exchanged between you, it wasn't awkward. It was comfortable. Even with all the dried tears on your face and the sniffles, it felt right to be there with him.

"How you doing, baby?"

You were startled by the nickname, you had heard him call you that while you were whaling but you hadn't thought he would keep calling you that. "What happened to 'your favorite girl'?" Your voice was so hoarse and it hurt to talk but you couldn't help but joke.

He chuckled at your question, "You can still be my favorite girl and be called baby."

You giggled, "I know, just teasing."

He smiled softly at you, you were still in his arms curled together on the floor. His hand was on your cheek, his thumb brushing your cheekbone, "Nice to see you back to yourself, if you're ready we can walk to the station, Derek will probably take Scott there after." You tilted your head up, nodding lightly, "Yeah, I'm ready."

Sure enough when Isaac and you reached the Hale pack hide out both Derek and Scott were there.

"Scott! Are you okay?" You crashed into the boy's back, who let out a gasp from the impact. He turned around and his eyes widened, "Have you been crying, what's wrong?"

"She was worried about you," Isaac had caught up with you, standing behind you two. "But I'm okay now, you're okay so everything is good," you hugged the boy once more. When you pulled away, you noticed Derek staring off into space, "You guys were having a serious moment, weren't you?" Scott tilted his as if he wanted to say no but in reality it was a yes.

"We can't save Jackson." Your head snapped to Isaac and then back to Scott, "I'm sorry what?"

"We can't seem to kill him either," Derek mumbled. "I've seen a lot of things Scott. I've never seen anything like this. Every full moon is just gonna make him stronger."

"Then how do we stop him?"

The Alpha shrugged, "I don't know."

"Maybe you should just let the Argents handle it then," you chimed in sitting on a chair.

"I'm the one who turned him, it's my fault."

"Yeah but you didn't turn him into this," Scott argued, "This happened because of something in his past, right?"

"That's a legend in a book. It's not that simple." You crossed your arms in annoyance, "What do you mean?"

"What are you not telling us," Scott asked at the same time as you.

"Why do you think I'm always keeping something from you?"

"Because you always ARE keeping something from us!" The both of your voices had resonated, it had even startled Isaac. "Well, maybe I do it to protect you."

"Doesn't being part of your pack mean no more secrets," Scott asked quietly.

"Go home, Scott. Take (Y/N) too. Sleep. Heal. Make sure your friends are safe. Cause the full moon is coming and with the way things are going, I got a feeling it's gonna be a rough one."

~

It was officially spring break and that meant Lydia's birthday was almost here. Much to your surprise, there was a box on your porch from the red haired girl. She had sent you a dress to wear to her party tonight. You thought it was sweet considering you two weren't really friends. You were planning on going to her party so the gesture made some sense, unfortunately, you would have to leave early due to the full moon.

Derek had asked you to find something for the Betas to get through their first full moon, he had mentioned a spell and while you couldn't find anything like that you were able to find a type of potion to deprive them of their senses and calm their minds.

This morning you had decided you should probably pay the newly formed pack a visit, especially since you needed to let Derek know what you found and your plan. Which is why as soon as you got up and got dress you were on your way to the abandoned station.

You walked down just in time to here the pack talking once more, you did always seem to do that. "It's a spiral. Reminds us that we can all rise to one or fall to another. Betas can become Alphas, but Alphas can also fall to Betas or even Omegas," Derek explained.

"Like Scott?" Isaac stood looking at Derek.

"Scott's with us."

"Really? Then where is he now?" Derek looked at the Beta, "He's looking for Jackson. Don't worry, he's not gonna have it easy tonight either. None of us will. There's a price you pay for this kind of power." Derek picked up the chains, which you had recognized to be the same ones you had seen before, "You get the ability to heal. But tonight you're gonna want to kill anything you can find."

You had walked further into the room as Erica joked, "Good thing I had my period last week, then?"

You saw Derek pull out another chain, this one had a large circle and spikes on it, "Well this one's for you." You cleared your throat to let your presence be known and the whole pack turned towards you. Derek had nodded at you, like a peace offering on some kind, "Did you find it?"

You pointed at him, "The spell, no. But I did find this potion type thing that's able to deprive someone of their senses for purposes like this.

Derek looked relieved, "Thank you, do you have it?" You shook your head, "No, it takes a little bit of time to prepare and I just found it the other day. Deaton is helping me though to make sure it's perfect, should be ready tonight."

"Okay, thank you, bring Scott tonight, I might need some help." You hissed slightly, "Oh, yeah that might be a problem."

"What do you mean?"

You sat on a crate nearby as you began to explain, "Well you see, Lydia's birthday is tonight and Allison and Stiles are making us go. So Scott's gonna probably be busy with that and the whole finding Jackson thing." Derek had given you a deadpanned look, unimpressed by your answer. You raised your hands in defense, "Hey, don't look at me like that, they're making me. Lydia's even pressuring me," you leaned forward like you were gossiping to a group of best friends, "She sent me a dress and it was on my front porch this morning. I mean now I have to go, right?"

You scanned the room and almost everybody in the room was amused by your words, except for of course Derek. You sighed, "Don't worry, I'll be here to drop off the potion stuff tonight, I'm not gonna stay there for very long." Derek finally excepting defeat and just nodded walking away.

Erica and Boyd starting to converse from across the room and Isaac made his way to you slowly. You stood quickly, trying to play it off as best as you could. He made you nervous, especially now that you could let your guard down around him.

"You're going to a party?" You nodded slowly, confused since you had just finished talking about it, but when you looked up into his eyes, you saw it.

Jealousy.

"And Stiles and Scott are going too, right?" You nodded once more this time slightly more amused. "Yes, they are even if they weren't going you don't need to worry, I'm not gonna go around dancing with guys." His eyes widened as he realized he had been caught. You grabbed his hands softly pulling him a little closer and whispered, "When you get this whole full moon thing down, there will be nothing stopping you from being my plus one to every party."

Your words had gotten him flustered, you could see it in his eyes and in the way his cheeks glowed a little redder. It was like the old days, with the soft shy Isaac you knew before, "Walk me out?" He nodded his eyes just focused on you like a trance.

~

You had gotten ready for Lydia's party, of course wearing the dress she had given you, and you were at the clinic before you met up with Scott and Stiles.

"So, you added a little bit of rosemary to the water and then what," you asked watching as Deaton crushed the rosemary and threw it in the bowl. "Evening primrose, it's native to America and the oil extracted has been know to be quite anti-inflammatory. When combine with a Nymph's magical energy it was discovered to be able to affect supernatural species however they choose depending on the concoction," he laid whole petals into the water.

He turned and opening a cabinet, pulling out a Bunsen burner and rigging the small bowl above it. He looked at you and pointed to the bowl, "Rosemary is known to heighten concentration and memory, it will allow them to remember their human side more. Normally you would want to let the flowers ferment in the water for a week to allow the water to naturally be flavored."

You looked at him as he turned on the flame, then water instantly starting to steam, "But since we don't have time for that, heating the water will just have to do, it won't be as effective but with Derek and you there I'm sure it'll do the job." He gave you a smile before sliding your book over to you.

"You mean with Derek there, I'm still useless in a fight," you muttered, you felt a hand on your shoulder and you saw Deaton open the book. "Not anymore, I'm going to help you learn a basic offensive spell that uses a similar technique to your barriers. Since you've become more familiar with that and your natural talent, it should pretty easy for you to catch on." Your hand gripped the table, finally, you wouldn't be useless. You could actually hold your own, protect your friends.

"Okay, what do I do?"

He guided you away from the table and into the open space, he stood next to you. "For the most basic offensive technique you keep your hands here," he showed you, his elbows bent and his palms facing out, "You then will push out like your pushing someone away from you."

You copied the movement that you were very well acquainted with, considering you were constantly pushing Stiles around. "This doesn't seem that hard," you commented.

"The movement no, the build-up and timing will be."

You gave the man a confused glance, "What do you mean?"

"You essentially have to build up, in simple terms, your magic power to use this. What you're doing is using the amount of power you allow to either push an opponent back or even strike them. If you don't put enough magic pressure into, you could very well die to an enemy."

Your lips pursed, "Ah, there's the catch, it's never gonna be easy is it?" He chuckled, "No, unfortunately for you, your powers are all about balance. It's all tedious strategy and technique. Now try for real, let your power run through your veins and into your palms," he gestured into the open area.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to feel every ounce of the power you spent so long keeping down. It felt like a weight had been lifted and you felts tingles in your hands. You took the stance and pushed with as much force... nothing.

You tried again.

Nothing.

"Why can't I get it," you groaned.

"Relax, you have time. When you build a barrier what do you do?" You huffed at his question, crossing your arms, "Well, I imagine the energy flowing around whatever it is, that seems to work best." He nodded and pointing, "You see, just as I had said to Stiles, the imagination is a wonderous thing, do that and try again."

Shaking your limbs out to loosen up, you took another breath. A few nervous hops later and you brought yourself into the stance once more. You went through the motions, this time even with your eyes opened, you imagine the same iridescent glow you're used to. You pushed it out and this time...

You felt a blast whish passed you, blowing your hair. Everything on the shelves rumbled and shook, clattering around. "Yes! I did it!"

"And just in time too, the water is ready. All we need is just a spark of your power and it'll be good to go." He had bottled the waters into small vials and raised them up to you. Maybe it was the happiness of everything but without even thinking you raised your hand and instantly the vials shined your usual iridescence. When you realized what you did, your eyes widened, "It seems you're becoming more comfortable with who you are," Deaton smiled, "Now, I believe you have a party to go to."

~

"Hey! Allison! Wait up!"

The dark haired girl turned around to see you running, well trying to at least, to her. You were in heels and while you didn't have problems with walking, anything faster was immediately not as easy. "Damn it! Why did she send me a dress," you complained adjusting the fabric, "Normally I wouldn't say anything but tonight is not the night for me to be wearing something even slightly inconvenient."

She laughed at you giving you her arm, which you gratefully took, "You're still helping Derek tonight?" You nodded patting your little purse which held the vials, "Yep, sadly Derek created a problem that he needs others to help fix." Allison nodded along, "Yeah it feels like this whole semester has been about Derek and his pack."

You scoffed, "Tell me about it. We also never get to hang out anymore either so it makes it that much more impossible to not focus on the Derek problem." Allison smiled at you, you two really hadn't been that close recently. When she first came to Beacon Hills, you had easily befriended her (mainly for Scott you will admit) and even though she had hung out with Lydia and Jackson, it never deterred you from the girl. She was truly your closest girl friend if you were being frank.

"Well I'm glad you're here, I've missed being able to hang out," she said tugging you further up the driveway. You reached Lydia's front door where she had greeted you both with a smile, a smile that made you slightly uneasy. You chalked it up to the fact that you just weren't close with the girl and went back to scanning the room for Jackson, and your best friends.

"I'm gonna do a walk of the house, see if he's wandering about," Allison said pointed in the distance. She started walking off when you nodded, "I'm gonna look for the boys, be careful."

"You too."

She was now gone and you once more let your eyes wander the backyard, this time you had actually seen the two boys you were looking for. They had just made they're way outside when you reached them, "Hey."

They acknowledged you, "Have you seen Allison?" You nodded at Scott, "Yeah, we came in together." Scott went to ask you another question but he was quickly shut down by the clicking of heels, you turned to see Allison walking back up to you, "Uh, Jackson's not here."

"Yeah, no one's here," Stiles observed the backyard and he was right, it was eerily quiet. "Maybe it's just early," Scott suggested.

"Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town wack job," Stiles expressed. You kissed your teeth and gestured to the boy in agreement, your eyebrows raised. "Well, we have to do something, because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks," Allison said.

"She's completely ignored Stiles for the past ten years," Scott argued and shrugged. Stiles tried to defend himself, "I prefer to think of it as me not having been on her radar." You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night."

Scott made an unconvinced look, "We don't owe her a party."

"What about the chance to get back to normal?" The question shocked Scott, "Normal?"

"She wouldn't be the town wack job if it wasn't for us," Allison countered. You held up your hand, "Now hold on. First, just want to clarify, not against throwing her a party, it's her birthday. But it's not our fault she's gone coocoo for Coco Puffs, alright? That was all on Peter. Peter is the reason any of us are even in this mess to begin with, so she can blame him like the rest of us."

There was a silence after you made your point and you broke it once more, "Now that I've made my point let's throw her a good party," you said offering Allison your support.

"I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here," Scott had relented. Stiles nodded as well, "Yeah, I also know some people who can get this thing going. Like really going." He dug into his pocket for his phone and Allison tilted her head, "Who?"

"I met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party."

You chuckled catching on to who he was referring to, "Well then I'm sure this party is going to be in good hands. Chop, chop, people, let's go."

Soon enough Stiles' and Scott's called guests had made it and now the party was much more lively, you were pretty sure you could slip out now without Lydia noticing. You were standing with Stiles and Scott, watching as Allison stood across the pool with Lydia.

"Are you gonna apologize to Allison or what," Stiles asked. Scott's head snapped up to look at the boy, "Why should I apologize?"

"Because you're the guy. It's what we do," Stiles pointed out. You snorted at his answer and it caught both your best friend's attentions, "More like, you've made her feel ignored for the past couple of weeks."

"But I didn't do anything," Scott said cluelessly, you shook your head with a slight roll of your eyes as Stiles continues, "Well then you should definitely apologize. See, anytime a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong it means he's definitely done something wrong." You nodded this time, "Now, that, is true."

Scott grumbled, "I'm not apologizing." You nudged the boy slightly, "Is that the full moon talking, buddy." Scott looked at you and agreed, "Probably."

"Why do you guys care, anyway."

"Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here," Stiles emphasized, "I mean, we're getting our asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. I got my dad fired. You're gonna be held back in school. This one is in love with a nut job," he gestured, "And so am I. If on top of all that, I gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face."

"Hey, I'm not in love with Isaac," you exclaimed. Stiles scoffed, "Yeah, okay sure, I never said Isaac, Mrs. Denial." You went to argue again but was cut off by Scott standing, "You know what, you won't need to stab yourself in the face because I'm gonna do it for y-."

"Don't stab yourself in the face."

Both you and Stiles paused, looking at the Omega, "Why not?" Scott didn't look at Stiles, "Because Jackson's here." You three looked across the pool and there he was just staring at you guys. You blew out a stream of stressed air, "Alright, that's my cue to leave. You guys got this?" Both nodded wordlessly, keeping their eyes on Jackson.

~

Leaving the party was pretty easy actually, you got out like the Flash and now you had to deal with your anxiety of being in abandoned train car with three crazed out Betas. You had rushed into the car to see Erica and Boyd chained up in the back huffing from rage and Isaac and Derek in the front.

"Okay, so I see I might have been a little late," you said awkwardly.

Derek gave a pointed look, "Yeah, no kidding." Isaac however looked much more relaxed than before, still you could see he was definitely struggling. That's when you heard the two Betas in the back to cry and scream. The noise made you wince as you crouched down next to Derek and in front of Isaac.

"How do you not feel this," Isaac gritted his teeth.

"I feel every second of it," Derek had basically snarled. That didn't stop Isaac from shooting back, "Then how do you control it?"

"Find an anchor. Something meaningful. Bind yourself to it to keep the human side in control," Derek instructed tightening the chains, he jutted his chin out to other set on Isaac's other side and you got the message. You took the other chain and began to tighten it as best as you could.

"What is it for you?"

Derek took a pause before answering the Beta, "Anger. But it doesn't have to be that for everybody."

"You mean Scott?" You nodded slowly and whispered gently, "Scott's is Allison, even just the thought of her is able to calm him down." Derek indicated that you were right, "Alright, that should do it," he declared.

You opened your little shoulder clutch and grabbed the three vials, "Here, if you can get these two to take it now, it should help calm them down." You handed him two bottle and he nodded starting to get up but then he was interrupted by a loud break. Isaac had broken the seat holding his chain, he gave you both a knowing look.

"Go, get out of here," Derek urged you and before you panicked even more you opened the third vial you still had, "Take care of those two, I'll be okay." He didn't even respond as he was already moving to the back. You looked at Isaac who had sweat dripping from his forehead, "You need to go, it's not safe." You shook your head sitting on the chair, "Do you trust me?"

Isaac didn't even hesitate before agreeing, "Okay then I need you to drink this, okay?" He nodded and tilted his head back slightly and you poured it into his mouth, resting your hand in his hair to support his head.

"It might take a moment but it should kick in soon," you didn't get to see his reply because Derek had rushed towards you, grabbing your forearm and dragging you out of the train car. You could hear all their screams as Derek left a voicemail for Scott, "Hey Scott, could you call me back, I think I'm gonna need some help." Cue the violent and guttural growls and screams from Derek's pack.

"I thought you said it would help them?"

"It will but it's gonna take some time for it to kick in, it wasn't that strong since I couldn't properly prepare it."

Derek nodded, "Definitely gonna need some help." He unleashed his claws and walked inside the car. You followed closely and quietly behind, Derek had side stepped to stay out of Isaac's slash. You stayed in front, out of the away but also because your body ran cold, the sight of a blood thirsty Isaac terrified you.

Erica and Boyd had broken free and started advancing towards Derek. You had gotten distracted and hadn't even realized that Isaac also broke free until you heard the crunch of metal and the smash of glass. You lifted your hands up protecting your face from the flying shards, "Isaac!" He had already jumped out and you couldn't afford to take care of him yourself, not when Boyd and Erica were currently slashing at Derek, who was on the ground.

You had a clear shot to hit at least Boyd, maybe if you could get him off Derek, the Alpha would be able to fight off Erica himself. You focused your energy trying to make sure your blast was gonna be power and then when you were ready you pushed it out, watching as the glowing blast knocked Boyd off and made him forget about Derek. Only then did you realize that meant Boyd was now on you.

Derek had done exactly like you had thought and started to fight off Erica. You on the other hand were currently using small blasts to at least keep Boyd back. "Boyd, listen to me, I don't want to hurt you. Please, just calm down!" The Beta didn't listen, he snarled before raising his hand high to bring it down for a big slash. When he made a dash for you, you were prepared to feel something since you had no time to push him back.

But you never did.

Instead you heard another crash and felt someone shove passed you, you opened your eyes to see none other than Isaac holding Boyd down against the seat. He acknowledged Derek with a nod, letting him know he was in control. Things calm down once Derek had also knocked Boyd out and locked him and Erica back against the pole.

Isaac calmly sat in his old seat just staring forward, his eyes glowing. You sat next to the boy while Derek began to rechain him. "I think you'll be okay now," Derek started, "Looks like you found an anchor." You noticed in the corner of your eyes him direct his gaze at you but you paid no mind to it, only keeping your focus on the boy in chains.

"My father."

Your eyes widened. You didn't know what you were expecting as his answer but it certainly wasn't that. You saw the same confusion on Derek's face, "You father locked you in a freezer in the basement to punish you." He had said it as a statement but it sounded more like a question.

"He didn't use to."

Isaac set his hand down in his lap and Derek jangled the chains to confirm its security. "Go, take care of them, I got this," you said softly to the dark haired werewolf. He silently looked at you before walking away. You hesitated for just a moment and then you lightly rest your hand on top of Isaac's. "I'm glad you found an anchor, although I wasn't expecting it to be your dad." His head slowly rotating to you, "It's not."

You eyebrows scrunched and you tilted your head, "But you just said-."

"I lied."

Nodding slowly, you adjusted your position, sitting more comfortably, "Okay... then what's your anchor?"

"You."

"Me," you whispered, "but how-." He cut you off once more, "When I ran out, I heard your heartbeat pick up. You sounded so scared and I came back to myself instantly. I had to come back, to protect you, to make sure you were safe. Nothing else mattered." Your whole body dropped out of awe, you're sure you looked lovestruck by now. How do you not after hearing that?

"If it weren't for the audience back there and outside, I would totally kiss you right now."

The boy chuckled lightly, "Guess I have to wait until morning then."

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a/n: hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think!!

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[lyrenminth]

Quiet love 3/?

The things went down from there. You avoided him more than ever while your grieved your friendship and your unrequited love. It was a big loss, so much that you asked money from your parents for a deposit. You contacted the external friend Lydia told you about, and she was looking for a roommate. Her name was Grace and she sounded kind by the phone. You didn't thought it was so bad. Since Justin was preparing for the games he was busy but you could tell he was avoiding you too and that hurt you even more. You stopped having dinner together and it was more like you hiding in your room or arriving late.

When you saw him, you were polite and distant.

The dynamic was killing you inside.

You started packing your things when Grace told you the previous roomate was leaving. You signed the lease to secure your exit. It was time to put your big girl pants.

One day your mom video called you, and she was worried.

"You don't feel comfortable in his house?" she asked.

"It's not that...I need my space. I can't be living in his house forever, mom" you explained. She bite her lip. "Please, respect my decisions"

"That's ok, but I don't want you to go homeless"

You laughed. "Don't worry about that"

"Holly wanted to talk to you" she lowered his voice. "She is worried about Justin"

You felt as if someone was throwing a bucket of cold water on you.

"Why?"

"Justin hasn't answer any calls or messages from anyone since a week ago. She didn't want to panic because the NFL is rough but that's a lot of time. And since you are living with him she wanted you to check on him" your mom explained. "Maybe the stress of the game is taking a toll on him"

You blinked. The Chargers weren't exactly winning but it wasn't that bad. They had a good record.

"Yeah, don't worry. I'm going to check on him"

"And how you are doing, darling?"

You smiled through the pain.

"Good I like my new job" you started "And California is great, I meet..."

You told your mom everything about the courses and your discoveries, but you mind was on Justin.

When you finished the call, you sent him a message. He was traveling for an away game so it was less likely to answer you but you tried anyway.

Hello

Your mom is worried bout you.

Be a good son and send her a message pls

For your suprise, he replied within minutes. It was ten pm.

I'll do

Thank you

The three dots appeared, and you looked at the screen expecting something but after a couple of seconds it stopped. And you heart broke more.

Losing a friend fucking sucks.

***

On Sunday, Justin got injured during the game. So you were worried about him and decided to stay a couple of days just to see how he was doing. You told Grace and Lydia about delaying moving in.

You were doing a favor to Holly and Mark while they arrived to L.A. His manager, Ashley was in the house at times too. You met a lot of people from his world. Coaches, therapists and assistants.

You realize how important he was for the team.

They always looked at you in surprise then look at Justin like saying "Who's this chick?" it was uncomfortable, but he never told them you were his friend or his lover either. You were just Y/N.

You made him breakfast often. The doctor was optimistic about the injury, he could move and do many things, but he was grumpy most of the time. Being out of the game was one of the things he hated the most. You helped him to stand up and drive him to the facility for his therapy.

"If you need something send me a message" you said, he was in the kitchen eating breakfast.

"Thank you"

"You welcome"

His eyes were speaking but you couldn't decipher the words.

"The boxes...are you leaving?" he struggled to say.

Did he checked your room? Why? Why does he always act like he cares?

"Yeah, I found a nice aparment"

"I- well, were you comfortable here?" his expression was unreadable.

"Yes, thank you for letting me stay" you grabbed your bag and looked at the clock. "Ashley must be here at anytime. I should go to work, you can change your diaper yourself, right?" you joked.

The truth was the injury made you feel less angry with him. It didn't matter that he didn't want you back, you didn't like to see him suffer. He was still an important person in your life, no matter how painful was to look at him now.

And you promise in middle school to have each other's backs.

"Yes, I'm an expert now" he replied, following the joke. You lingered in your place for a couple of seconds, just to see if he said something, but nope. So you said goodbye and left the house.

When you arrive at noon, Holly and Mark were there. You were so happy to see them too.

"Oh, it is so nice to see you again" you hugged them, feeling relieved.

"Look at you" said Holly at your attire. A pencil skirt and a blazer, both in purple color "You look stunning"

That night you put your best act. Nobody could tell Justin and you weren't speaking to each other days ago. And you were glad to have more familiar faces around.

You were talking about your impressions of California, and Justin didn't speak so much. Maybe he wanted to rest since he looked tired.

"She found an apartment too" Justin added, and he sounded so bitter it made you frown.

Holly and Mark looked at you.

"Wow, it is expensive?" Mark asked.

"Not that expensive"

"Did Justin told you something?" Holly asked, looking at his son.

"Not, not at all. It was just time"

"I bet"

Justin was glaring at you, and you didn't understood why he was mad. Maybe he was feeling pain again. You didn't want to deal with his mood swings.

"You should go to sleep a little bit" you suggested, in a cold tone.

The rubbed his eyes and nodded.

"I'm tired" he sighed.

The mood shifted. You felt the tension in your spine and tried to rescue the night.

"Everyone must be tired" you said, standing up and picking up the plates. "You come from a long travel from Oregon" you said to Justin's parents "You better sleep a little bit"

His parents imitated you, but you noticed Mark side-eyed Justin with disapproval.

****

In the morning, you were preparing in your room for work when someone knocked your door.

It was Justin in all his splendor. Looking grumpy as ever.

"Can we talk?"

"Sure" you said without looking at him.

He got inside and closed the door.

"Are you parents up?" you asked, putting lipstick on in front of the mirror.

That morning you were feeling better. Justin's parents always put you in a good mood.

The boxes were still sealed in the corner of your room. When he didn't replied you turned around to look at him. He was fidgeting with the hem of his Nike shirt.

"Is everything alright?" you prompted.

"Yeah...no, no really" You tilted your head to one side, looking at him up and down. "I'm sorry"

The apology landed in a sore spot.

"For what?" you were using the profesional voice you use for clients. His behavior last night was unacceptable. Ridiculous.

"For lying to you" you frowned "I know, I've always know but I was scared and I'm so sorry for being a coward. And for last night too, I was a douche"

"W-what are you talking about?" you asked, referring to the first part of his speech.

"I like you...I like you since highschool or even before, I don't know" he admitted, quickly.

You stopped breathing for a second, your organs melting inside your body.

"Why did you tell me you weren't sure?" you were cautious. At first you didn't believe him, you needed to prevent any type of miscommunication.

"Because I was scared" he explained, walking three steps toward you only to stop suddenly. You didn't move an inch "I...my lifestyle makes me feel like I can't be in a relationship, I'm busy all the time. I don't want you to feel neglected. It's just that...I wasn't ready for the change"

You studied his words and expression, he sounded and looked sincere.

He got closer again, reaching for you like a giant lost kid.

"Are you ready for the change now?" you asked, not processing completely what was happening.

"Yes, yes I am" he touched your shoulder, and you noticed he was shaking slightly. Poor Justin.

You grinned, standing on your tiptoes to hug him carefully. He hug you back, hiding his face on the curve of your neck.

"Justin, do-do you like me?" you wanted to hear him once again. Only to know you weren't dreaming. You looked at him "Is this happening?"

"Yes, I like you"

"Why do you decide to tell me now?"

"My dad sensed something was off and talked to me" he said "I just needed to hear it from someone I trust"

"Hear what?"

"What I'm losing by letting you go"

"I'm going to say thank you to him" he laughed. His expression morphed into something serious, desire. His pretty green eyes scanned your face for a sign, his eyes lingered on your lips. A silent plea. You leaned forward, and he tilt his head only to brush his lips against yours. The warm of his lips sent a shiver down your spine, and you put your hand on his chest to steady yourself. You could feel how fast his heart was beating. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered aggressively.

He did it again, only to make sure you weren't running away. In the third, his pretty mouth landed on yours, and you opened your lips. Kissing Justin felt right all the way. He was careful at the beginning, but as the time pass you needed more. You tongue search for his, and he gave you all you wanted. You fist his shirt, dragging him down to your height.

"Oh my god!" Holly's voice startled you both. You separate, your cheeks burning red. You glance at Justin who was looking the same. "I-I made breakfast, guys" she said, hiding a smile.

"Thanks, mom" Justin said in the most causal tone he could gather.

"I'll wait for you in the kitchen"

When she was gone, you touched your lips. Justin had lipstick on his lips too. You laughed and he looked at you confused.

"You look good with that tone" you said, looking for a wipe. He looked in your mirror and frowned. You gave him the wipe so he could clean himself.

The breakfast was kinda uncomfortable. Holly was trying to act cool, but you were nervous.

"Are you guys dating?" Mark asked, by looking at your face.

"Yes" Justin said, eating bacon.

His answer made you happy. Was this really happening? He sounded so confident about it.

"About time! I'm calling your mom!' announced Holly only to be stopped by Mark.

You knew your mom made some gestures toward Justin indicating her likeness for him as your partner, but you never expect Holly to like you too.

It was heart-warming.

"Once Justin is recovered you should go to the games, using his number and everything" Holly suggested. You were at some games before, wearing the colors of the team, but never official merchandise (you weren't the most fan) but the idea of being there as his partner was terrifying and exciting at the same time.

Justin looked at you with warmness in his eyes. And you swore he was the most beautiful man in the world.

The idea of dating him was the best.

[girls-alias]

Sam's years - Sam Winchester X reader.

Part 1

Title: Sam's years.

Words: 1109.

Relation: Sam x reader.

No tw

Prompt:

Sam running into you years later after you left the hunting life.

Sam's pov :

I closed the impala door before approaching the kinder garden. I can't believe we're picking a kid up just so Dean can get laid! I stood off to the side as Dean talked to the woman at the desk. He didn't seem to have much luck as She kept shaking her head and ignoring him.

"Sam?" a voice called beside me, the voice was familiar but I couldn't place it. I turned to see y/n looking at me slightly confused, slightly panicked. The truth was I was feeling panicked too. The last time I saw y/n She was leaving. Leaving the hunting life, leaving her reality and leaving me. We weren't officially dating, everyone knew we were together but we never really said it.

"How've you been?' She asked a little nervously. I was nervous too, I haven't seen her in years but she looks just as beautiful as she was when I fell in love with her. I couldn't hold in my smile.

"I'm good, Dean's his usual self. Picking a kid up so he can get laid with the mother." I chuckled as she giggled slightly, the beautiful giggle I had always missed. "What are you doing here?' I asked looking around the bright colours of the kinder garden. She cleared her throat about to speak when She was interrupted.

"Mommy!" a little girl chanted as she ran to y/n. The little girl instantly ran into her arms as she crouched to hug her. I looked over the scene confused but soon saw Dean approaching seeming just as confused as I was. Y/n began talking to the little girl about her day. 

"Is that?' Dean questions so I answered with a simple yes. "She has a kid?' he questioned again so I repeated my answer. I was shaken back into reality when the little girl approached Dean and me.

"Hi, I'm Rory." The little girl explained in the cutest voice imaginable. 

"It's nice to meet you," Dean replied showing how bad he is with kids. He doesn't know she won't understand. 

"It's nice to meet you too. You're Sam and Dean, my mommy has a photo with you at home," Rory explained and I was a little shocked not just because of the photo but because she couldn't be any older than three. She's a baby and having a full conversation. 

"Who are you here for?" Y/N asked Dean so he smiled. 

"Lydia's boy," He explained so she smiled and approached the woman at the desk. She began talking to her but I couldn't listen in. 

"How tall are you?" Rory asked me so I looked at her. 

"6'3," I replied. So, she smiled.

"You're taller than my dad. I've never met him but mommy says I'll probably be taller than her because of his height," She explained so I smiled. She seems pretty smart for a child. Dean gave me a look, I couldn't explain it but I looked at him confused. 

"He had to have died, no one would dare leave Y/N even if she was pregnant, she's still hot," He commented making me roll my eyes. It was always obvious Dean wanted her but she paid him no attention, even before her and I were almost a thing. It's strange to see her having a normal life. Every hunter always says there's no way out but she did it. I always believed that if anyone could do it, it would be her. Y/N started approaching us again, this time a boy was holding her hand. She smiled at me and it felt as though nothing had changed like I was back 4 years in time and seeing her as I always did. A weird part of me was expecting her to do our little signal for us to find somewhere private but she didn't, she just smiled at Rory. 

"Where are you heading?" I asked a little too enthusiastically. She giggled and Rory seemed to look at her a little confused. Giggling was always something she only did with me, maybe that's still the case. I smiled at the thought. 

"Rory and I have plans but it was nice seeing you," She explained as she said goodbye to the little boy and took Rory's hand. She gave me a final smile before leaving, I watched after her as my eyes followed her out of view. 

I was sat with the little boy, Luke, as Dean entertained his mother. Luke was happily watching TV so I sat thinking of Y/N. She hasn't changed, even after giving birth, she had the same body and smile. 

"What's your name?" The boy asked bringing me back to reality. 

"Sam," I replied a little confused, I had told him earlier. 

"Why does that man call you Sammy?" He asked so I sighed. I don't want to think about Dean right now, not when I know what he's doing to his mom. 

"I'm his brother, he always calls me Sammy," I explained but he smiled. 

"Why didn't Rory call you Daddy?" He asked so I looked at him confused. "My mom says Rory's dad was called Sammy and miss Y/N was stupid for leaving him. She thinks she's an idiot because she saw your picture and says you're hot... Are you sick?" He rambled and suddenly I was lost thinking. 

"How old is Rory?" I asked and he smiled. 

"3, she brought the cake into school last week," He explained and I sat silently doing maths. If Rory is 3 and her birthday was last week then Y/N would have been 4 months pregnant when she left. The baby is mine! Rory is my little girl! I quickly jumped to my feet. 

"Wait here and watch the TV" I explained before hurrying out the house and into the Impala. I hurried to the school and approached the woman at the desk. "Y/N, do you know where she is?" I asked hastily. The woman at the desk seemed surprised by my urgency but calmed down to give me a sympathetic look. 

"She just called, she pulled Rory out of school. Y/N's dad has fallen sick and she needs to leave town to look after him, I'm sorry," She explained making me groan. I rubbed my face as I willed the tears in my eyes not to fall. Y/N's dad died years ago, it's why she became a hunter. I sighed as I left, it's been years since I've seen her, I don't want to wait another 4 years to see her again. What am I supposed to do? 

Masterlist

PART 2

[halevren]

FHJY Spoilers || my live thoughts as I watch episode 10

Happy mid season episode! I am saddened by the fact that I work on Wednesdays because I will be late to watch fhjy until the forseeable future. If anyone cares though I plan on buying the adya statuette next week if my finances allow for it :3 also I am so tired rn but I NEED to watch fhjy

Do you guys think ayda will appear in this episode after her statuette was released last week? (Praying)

tttaking over teenage rebellion!

Lucy Frostblade... You were just a girl. You didn't deserve everything that happened to you

"We're feeling bad. But we're feeling... Hopefully positive."

stress isn't always the bed guy

Aelwyn!

big old burned down house

Cottoncandy Bitchfuck

"I'm.... Bored. That's not true. I'm not bored at all. I'm just tired."

Hindesight is 50/50

"Oh I love this. Tell me all about it."

Siobhan is loving Aelwyn rn

"I do sometimes believe in you"

"So Sentimental"

Aelwyn and Adaine are so important to me their sibling relationship is everything

AELWYN AND ADAINE NOT BEING USED TO NICENESS

"Oh, my sweet little boy is sick!"

"just don't tell fab— don't tell anyone my apartment looks like this"

The Gukgak

I'm the Gukgak guy!

"Oh, Riz, you have to sleep, Kiddo." "I can't, mom, I don't have time." Oh Riz....

Framed?

Riz is so exhausted

It's been an hour and a half and his mom has chips and a drink 😭😭

"Mom, you have to be so careful."

"Keep my name out of your mouth." FIG 😭😭

"it's all good, mom"

yulenear

"Fig has like 3 majors now" "maybe 4, i might take a level of wizard."

"Kristen Applebees, believe it or not." "... huh." HWHHWKWNEB

"You both keep my name out of your mouth."

"It's been our month!"

Lola Embers recommended Gorgug's place??

"Mom I'm going to go to Loam farm."

*shrug* "mom." *shrug*

"We're having a rough one." "GOT 'EM."

"I'll do it." Fig cleric teacher?!?!

TAMAGOTCHI. MaryAnn my beloves

The puppet master!

"Ha Ha! Darling Girl!"

Gilear is king for the day

"My mom called you?"

"I don't need a ride to school anymore"

"I believe she's wanted here."

BUSINESS CLASS FOR CLOACA

"Can I say hi??"

NOOOOOOO NOOO SHE HUNG UP BEFORE FABIAN COULD ANSWER

That's so devastating

Coffee all over the DM screen

Yeah they haven't addressed the fact that fig is cursed

Pussy out, tits away

Theres so much going on

ohhh they might be sacrificing the rats

"I'm wearing a sports bra and a G-string, and I want to be closer with all of you."

Fabian with Mazey is so painful. He's so flustered and awkward I love him

MAZEY TRUSTS FABIAN

"I'm here, for you."

"Kristen was in a mood."

NOO DON'T KILL MAZEY SAVE HER FABIAN

Fried rice

SHE LEANS IN TO MAKE OUT

THIS IS SO EMBARRASSIJG

"Wait, they don't like us??"

"When you think about me, why do you always bring up the ball?"

SHE WANTS TO MAKE SURE HE'S OKAY BECAUSE HE'S ALOne

oh Fabian...,...........

"The legend continues."

"I was going to get a tattoo, actually."

"Even if you weren't maximum legend, I would still wanna hang out with you." MAZEEYYYYY 😭😭😭😭

BOGGY

Absence of divinity???

THE GOD'S DOMAIN CHANGED OVER TIME????

RUVINA'S SIBLING??

The gift is only mentioned in old texts??

"Well I guess I'll go to work."

Basrar is dead

"Literally your circus, literally your monkeys."

Tips are bad

RODEO MODE

THE MIDDLE SCHOOL FOR A SPEECH???

NOOO NAT ONE

Check the soil kids

Lydia mention 🔥🔥🔥

Kristen holds so much hostility for Kalina 😭😭

Oh Lydia...

AV club mention

THIRTY ROLL 🔥🔥🔥🔥

The powerhouse of the cell

Aggression and protectiveness

7 becomes a 21?!?!!

?!?!?!?!?! SOMETHING COMING OUT OF HER CHEST???

22 Arcana, 25 religion

Elemental alignment???

Fiendish things going on

Yellow gold

Kinda like the pride of armor and lemon yogurt

PISS CURSE????

Ratgrinders sticker

"I don't get angry, I think I get sad sometimes" me too buddy, me too

Sometimes a spell comes out and obliterates people

Comedy of errors

Autopilot

Bobby Dawn and Pam Dawn

Bobby Dawn coming to Aguefort sounds like a bad thing

"I'll never let you do that."

"Yours only came back once." *middle finger* Kristen Applebees you will always be famous

A+ in paladin classes!

"Sorry! Get away from me"

Reasons he won't divulge???

A+ in all classes!!!

THREE PARAGRAPH ESSAY? NOOO ABOUT SADNESS AND DISAPPOINTMENT NOOOOO

FIG NAT 20 FOR THE INSIGHT 😭

Zara is gorgeous

The days of Goldenhoard is over 😭😭

"MY GOD IS KRISTEN????"

Oh my god I almost prophesied this when I said Kristen would become a cleric/warlock of Fig.... instead Fig is the warlock/paladin of Kristen 😭😭😭

I'm the closest thing to a prophet holy shit

New god, agreement, todo list

Complicated Women: Lucy Frostblade 😭😭

NAT 20 DECEPTION FOR WANDA CHILDA

Oh my god

"Frick. I'm so sorry." "I'm not." Wanda Childa

GET MY ROCKS OFF TO 😭😭

"I'm off the grid that's why I only have an iPod"

God... Wanda Childa

rubby46@sol.com

"Do you want me to get you a phone?"

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE"

"I want to do relationships with Riz."

Medal of Wit

LITTLE METAL BRIEFCASE

You absolutely sweetie

29 performance 🔥🔥

GARTY O'BRIEN MENTION 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Naked Kristen. Again.

Oh god Fabian is at 4 at his second roll

"Breaker Breaker, this is Fabian Seacaster, looking for his papa, Bill Seacaster, somewhere out there in the nine hells............"

This is so heartbreaking... Fabian...

Oh Fabian...

His papa.....

He probably feels so lonely

Rage token.....

This rage token is making me take a stress token

Everyone single one has been bad

FABIAN TAKING THE BARDIC FROM FIG

Constitution saving throw???

oh no

oh no

oh no

"I shit myself"

I CAN'T BRWATHE

"I've only been eating leftovers"

UNNAMED BARD STUDENT NO

QUINCY NO

DID QUINCY TAKE A RAGE TOKEN?

THAT'S IT????

oh my god

[obsessive-ego]

Sleep talk

Musical Beetlejuice x reader ramble

SLIGHTLY nsft, crude language, mention if reader having a vagina

you accidentally summon beetlejuice while talking inyour sleep

It's been about a week since you've hung out with beetlejuice, he spent his time away by hanging out with the deetz and maitlands, you didn't mind, you were the type to enjoy your alone quiet time, get some chores done and enjoy some terrible anime.

You did miss the smart mouthed demon, but you weren't the type to just summon him out of the blue, even though beetlejuice has told you countless times, even begged you to summon him anytime you wanted, you still felt odd about it, not wanting to interrupt him if he was doing something important, Lydia would normally text you when he wanted to visit, it was like you 2 shared custody over him or something.

As much as you missed his rotten remarks and lewd jokes, you wanted to enjoy this alone time as much as you could. With beetlejuice being away from your home you had opportunities to get other personal stuff taken care of and boy were you not gonna let that slip by.

Going to bed in a quiet home was nice, but you still missed him, missed how he would sneak into bed with you, missed his strong arms around your waist while you slept, missed the rush of embarrassment waking up next to his stupid smug grin.

And with those thoughts bouncing around your skull it was no surprise that you dreamt about him, and that's were the trouble started.

You didn't often talk in your slept, once in a blue moon at most, tossing and turning you mumble in your sleep, quiet but clear enough to be understood.

"Beetlejuice..... beetlejuice..... beetlejuice"

With a puff of green smoke he was there

"Oh ho kinda late babes, but I'm up for a late night booty call if you- oh"

You were asleep, like dead asleep, beetlejuice was confused, you couldnt have summoned him right? But you live alone, so...

Beetlejuice covers his mouth not wanting to wake you, because holy shit, YOU SUMMONED HIM IN YOUR SLEEP

You manged to say his name, 3 times in a row, spoken, unbroken, in your sleep, this was just too good.

Not that you could see but his hair was now a beautiful mix if bright green and soft pink, his favourite breather is dreaming about him, was it a nice juicy wet dream? Did you dream of him breaking that pussy of yours? The demon's mind was running wild of all the possibilities of what you could be dreaming of to make you say his name, beetlejuice plopped his bum down on the corner of the bed, the ghoul sat there all night watching you sleep in hopes of hearing more sweet sleepy words, in hopes something spicy slips out

Waking up in the morning you scream in surprise, your shriek made the demon jump up off the bed, he chuckles a soft 'good morning'

"What are you doing here?!"

Beetlejuice chuckles "morning tootsie pop, you summoned me"

You knit your eyebrows, trying desperately to remember if you actually did

Beetlejuice could only smile at this, this was going to be so good.

"Well sweet cheeks, you did, just not on purpose~" he cooes

You frown at this, you know this tone.

"You, my sweet little breather, called my name 3 times in a row in your sleep" beetlejuice plops down on the bed next to you, booping your nose "you dream about me often doll? Moaning out my name in your sleep, now what kind of dream would be causing that?~" at this point the demon's face was inches from yours, he could probably feel the heat radiating from your red face.

"Oh babes, your silence speaks volumes~"

You push the ghoul away muttering out how you dont remember your dream and he only laughs at your embarrassment.

"Please leave"

Beetlejuice ignores your request, as he always does, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his scratchy beard against your neck, you shiver at the sensation "Come on babes, we both know you remember, what were you dreaming about?~"

He would get like this to annoy you into talking, and it always worked.

"It wasnt anything sexy you jackass, we were just, we were just hanging out like always..." you trail off.

Beetlejuice stares into your eyes, as if he was looking through you,

A moment of silence passes

"Not buying it"

You groan out of frustration "I cant believe I missed you"

Beetlejuice pulls back, shocked "you missed me? Holy crap, YOU missed ME?!"

Beetlejuice has was now a soft pink as he nuzzles closer "Y/n no wonder you're moaning my name in your sleep babes, you MISSED me~"

You wanted to disappear, this was so embarrassing.

"Now how bout we make that wet dream a reality?~" he purrs

You finally push him off, and he howls with laughter, you take the opportunity to get out of bed and start your morning routine. For the entire day beetlejuice was very clingy to you, holding your arm or hand, cooing about how cute it was that you miss him when he's gone, and how you dream of him, still trying to get any juicy details about what kind of dreams and how he'll make them real, with an exaggerated eyebrow wiggle. He was pleased as punch knowing how you think of him when he's not around, knowing that you would never leave him.

Bonus

Beetlejuice constantly brags and exaggerates to anyone who would listen or not about how you have wet dreams about him and how you long for him when you two are apart, needless to say you have alot of damage control to do to.

[munamania]

hi everyone this feels wildly self centered and silly but i made a guide to my dyke drama/lore that i talk about in barely coded but convoluted terms. i love internet safety. doing this at the request of exactly one person and for the rest of u it's under the cut if youre curious and feel so inclined hashtag close friends <3 i highlighted my previous ways of referring to these people and important notes bc otherwise i just rambled soooo bad <3 and as much as im maybe romanticizing in some ways here i do genuinely care for and love (most of) these people outside of my weirdofreak brain and try my best to do well by them in our relationships. and maybe i just wanted to write beautiful things about my friends whatever

lydia: they're on here we met on here and now we're roommates. we met bc we were two of the only bitches posting in the muna tag and she was brave enough to reply to my one naomi video. and i was like um ok... FREAK.. and then yk we were mutuals but i was always paranoid they'd somehow know film girl or my roommates (or just. other ppl) bc i was being insane so that was awk but then i had a mental breakdown a little bit one night on here about my childhood and decorating for holidays and they offered to meet on campus and give me some leaves for my window and i was like aww (and we used them this year to decorate our shared apartment :')) and i remember i was wearing my black and white sweatshirt that i wore to go see dan live that ive since given away i think but it feels like. a sign u know.. or whatever.. and we do have mutual friends in weird circles including one that connects to steve (see later notes) so it's like chances are we couldve met in person but this just made it really special. we beef bad. but with sooo much love. and i do think we're better for knowing each other or whatever...

film girl: this was bad. i have a tag dedicated to anything i remembered to tag as part of the saga but it was so bad and beyond anything words can say... i'd give her another name but she could never be anything but film girl. it's like if u were there u know. if u weren't... let's just say i was crazy insane mentally ill bonkers jeff buckley lover you shouldve come over i know it's over. maroon 5 even about it. bad. but consider she leaned into me like she did her bf for their first kiss, said our night together when we went to our friend's party where she had dressed up as jennifer check (i showed her the movie it was a whole thing) and danced with me and talked right against my neck and grabbed onto me while walking and said she was maybe bi and i deserved someone really nice and im so swaggy etc and then going back to her place and making me food and watching himym on the floor (oct. 21st u will go down in herstory...) made her the 'happiest person in the world,' stayed over at my apartment until the following morning more than once, unwrapped her bruised hand and held it out to me to see/touch (absolute freaks moment like kill me actually. and that was the day i perioded myself. to use pj of bottoms' terms.) was just generally engaging in psychosexual warfare with me all the time. and we didn't even fuck. or kiss. and she had a boyfriend. who looked like a girlfriend (not that i personally had in february of last year but regardless..) i mean come on she was a straight woman she wasnt even allowed to say slay.. i genuinely still think we need to kill each other but it doesn't matter. how is she still linked to my life? well. we had a class this semester with steve and stede and lydia and scully (prof im in love with. this name is hilar), sort of friends with cool artsy queer girl group (hometown friends, one her best friend i almost met up with at muna concert (with her) one who looks a bit like jackie kennedy. ok not really but that's the one my one friend josh (woman) made out with last semester), had a class with steve and sam last semester with dave, our shared prof that steve told details of our first date and etc to.

steve: this is gonna be ex situationship from beginning of this semester - mid october. gets this name bc they're obsessed w that pirate show so like stede but i simply wont name them that and at this point im annoyed enough w their taste in things that steve feels fitting. anyway. was genuinely very kind and sweet but also got clingy soo fast and we were on very different pages. we'd met last fall (when they had a gf) and worked together on sets and in a couple classes, they kind of got caught up in my triangulation of desire for jane at her birthday party.. and i had fun flirting! um and they were genuinely again very very considerate and sweet but like. seemed to struggle to have a personality outside of their ex and maybe their siblings a bit. idk. just very passive. sowwy. also they were not a very good kisser. i do remember back in may being vindicated bc they also commented on film girl and bf

jane: naming her jane in a gay way. a jane austen way. in that i think we should write lifelong love letters to each other. holy shit shut up. so this is always 'friend im in love with' or 'a little in love with' or whatever. she is also girl with cool short hair and piercings and tattoos and a bookbag with tits on it so god forbid my infatuation. and i just love her voice and i think she's brilliant and so good at what she does and all around just like an awesome person she inspires me to be better and whatever. and she always dresses so cool and used to host house shows (i still never made it to one) (film girl did once) and when we first started talking we were at a film event and were supposed to be networking or whatever but instead we stood by the drinks together and talked abt how we both wanted to be friends in our writing class but never said it and thought the other hated each other a little bit but we were both just awkward and so we'd always make eye contact and laugh and banter together in class and i rlly was just in love with her. and this summer was crazyyy we were on steve's set together and i was a little freak just so obviously enamored with her but the thing is she was obnoxious too so i didnt even feel like a loser. she asked me to massage her arms once and said my half assed attempt was lame and we leg wrestled (also w steve. kinda funny. like yeah u would) and exchanged drunk stories and she said i needed better ones and then i beat her at stack cup at her bday and gave her her card and she hugged me and her lips were wet from the beer she just drank from and right on my arm and i was like wow. her kingdom (surrounded by people who she loved and loved her) for a kiss upon my shoulder. if u will. and i had to have a middle school Look Away moment bc she stripped in front of a few of us that night and i was far too intoxicated to not like lose my mind. also she was supposed to give me a book on set once but never did and im still bummed. and one random night she texted asking if id found a place to live and when i answered she never followed up and i still wonder what that was abt. if anything. um but she does have a boyfriend of like 5 or 6 years. from high school. the worst part is hes a semi cool dude but it's just like really. let her fuck a woman! just once even! jk they are both genuinely cool people first and i think it's great they found each other in this life. but also like fuck off ugh. yk. not to romanticize my life and friendships i just think in another life we were soulmates or maybe in a way we are now. but we also only knew each other for a brief time so maybe something else. we could've done backstreets

sam: friend i just mentioned recently who has a crazy name we shant get into it. i do have a different actual friend named sam but i havent seen her in forever. so i met them working on steve's senior film set and thought they were cool and they were one of the only ones to make it out to our post-wrap dinner/drinks and then we had two classes together this semester. and so we became sort of allies we'd meet up to go to the museum together and send each other the attendance and i went to see fnaf when he rented out a theater for a huge group lol and he helped on my film which meant a lot even if it was only for a bit cause of you know. the everything that was going on. with steve and etc. it wasnt easy to get there so like bless their heart. they also came up with the name for my film and we had that moment around the fire and well i do hope i'll continue to see them just as a friend even, and they're genuinely just the coolest they do a lot of drag and character/costume design and are genuinely just one of the funniest most down to earth ppl i know and they always have the coolest fucking outfits and hats and shit and omg they looked so good in their doc. just something abt the posture and the whimsy and the earnestness and look overall. woah. um when we were on steve's set my friend jackie leaned over and said 'i thought they were film girl for a second' so basically i need to redacted. but it's not like that bad of a resemblance. once again has a partner cause im cursed forever to sleep on a twin size mattress maybe or whatever. i havent even listened to that song more than like once but maybe it is real for me. anyway they were also in the class with steve and film girl with dave.

stede: im sorry this is so funny to me bc this person and steve go by the same name irl but spelled differently or whatever. we met and had a very energetic chat in the hallway at the beginning of this semester jim thought we knew each other lol. they're real cute and endearing and like i said kind of give butch. and we had two classes together but i had so much shit going on man i just. yeah. seemed like they were maybe a little into me but whatever. and well i think we should have a fling but who said that

jim: my buddy prof he's my buddy :-) he helped me so much sophomore spring as i was trying rlly hard to produce our class films and insane already over film girl (he didnt know that but it was omnipresent) and so close to dropping out and is just the coolest guy. he's a little bit like a father figure what who said that. i remind him of his youngest daughter a lot and ive lived in the same buildings as his older one. so just funny connections. i go to his office hours and such a lot with the film friends

grace: one of my film friends. (i just realized i do know a girl in film named grace but it's not her so anyway.) i am in awe of the way she commits to stuff and motivates people around her. she is just so game for anything to make the best of a situation. shes studying abroad this semester so ive only seen her on video chats/texted and missed the one day she came back for her bf's bday. well and she was the friend who said 'no he can keep himself busy' when we went to go see x together so she didnt make me hang out w her not even lame bf at first which was so nice. cause then i eventually actually did want to meet him. and theyre the least annoying couple ive ever met. and shes bi <3

jackie: another film friend. also love her dearly another stoner so we'd smoke together before class sometimes and just went on a walk with our other friend one night around the woods and stuff that was fun. i usually refer to grace and jackie collectively as 'the film friends.' we met in that spring of sophomore year (same class as film girl and jim). this one did have steve produce her senior film after they said they wouldn't work on mine bc of the ""situation"" i was a little sour that was an awkward um situation but it's whatever. i sometimes say film friends and mean a larger group of these ppl/a few extended but whatever

frank: ive just called him frank hes frank hes the coolest dude in the world i think everyone would be obsessed with him and i just think like man hes lived such a life. he's my short cool professor whos just so good at what he does. he's met so many people and done so many things. his van is so him he has a suction cup to pull his windows up in the winter and random albums in the front seat. im gonna try to work w him next semester. i was in that van last night feeling like i was in a gta level to go pick up pizza for our final class.

scully: my film comedy and tv analysis professor she is so everything to me... she loves women and evil women and gay people and camp and horror and comedy and tv and sex and just weirdo freak shit and shes so intelligent and quick on her feet and charming and just. an amazing lecturer. she said be gay do violence once. i felt seen. she said she used to pull her friends (favorite characters) out of the tv and carry them around in her pocket and i knew she understood... she saw bottoms and emailed me and lydia right away. and she's seen willow. and ofc so many other things. and she'll go 'this seems like the type of person/film/etc that you would be inspired by..' OK QUEEN I LOVE U. i want to do cocaine with her. huh. im taking gender and film with her next semester :333 im so excited

claire: friend from high school friend group who ended up ditching me and our other friend a lot that one summer and we almost lived together and we're just always kinda weird around each other but we were some of the only ppl the other hung out with fall semester 2020 so like.

drake and josh: i almost always refer to them together they're codependent a little bit roommates and i love them dearly and i met them thru claire sophomore year but ive hung out with them alone and stayed at their place when i got too drunk and that night i fell down the stairs. me and drake act a little homoerotic sometimes for fun. i cried at dinner over film girl once to her it was embarrassing. i miss going hammocking with them <3

dave: i had him last fall he's really cool he got me on a shoot w the mayor (and steve and jane) and was so cool about me not ocming to class a lot bc i kept in touch w him and hes my homie. film girl had a class w him then too and then last semester was the like news class that crew had together. and steve told dave all abt our first date and etc and got date ideas from him and i was like oh wow... ok lol

couch: couch roommate. theyre not relevant in my life enough to make a name but the couch story was stupid as hell and this one also left ground beef in the sink that one time and had a thing for a rugby girl that steve had a little fling with

jean: if i say 'one of my masc gfs' i probably mean them. sort of friends with couch like she was in my apartment once last year but um. yeah. had a crush on them for like a month at one point and we follow each other on insta and talked when we saw each other on campus the first time and thats like it. chances r ill forget abt this fake name and still just throw that in if i ever see her

[mirrorthoughts]

WIP Whenever

I was tagged by both @lavender-lotion and @whimsicalmeerkat for WIP Wednesday, so here have a snippet of my Stannetopher fic (as asked from lavender XD) below the cut!

"So glad you liked the show yesterday, sweetheart!" Stiles groaned when Peter's mocking greeted him as he blearily opened his motel door. He hadn't really slept the rest of the night and not in a fun way. Instead of enjoying his orgasms - yes, plural, Peter and Chris apparently had a lot of stamina and Stiles' imagination had done the rest - his brain had decided it would be much better to flood him with anxiety and guilt about his involuntary voyeurism and his inability to just let his crush(es) go. He knew Peter and Chris were out of his league. He knew they weren't interested in him. He knew Peter was an asshole who still was always poking and prodding at what Stiles could only call an open wound, never giving Stiles the possibility of healing from his heartbreak, never making it possible for him to just bury his crush and get over them. Instead Peter was always mock-flirting with him and alluding to Chris and him being interested, while his eyes spoke of cruel trickery and Chris behind him was either watching them with a pained face or purposefully ignoring them in obvious discomfort until Peter went to far and Chris would call him off. This morning, he just shut the door in Peter's face and turned around to go shower and collect his stuff. He'd known going on this trip would be a bad idea and a nightmare. He'd known it would be awkward, him having that humongous crush on the two older men - who, in addition to everything else, were also a couple - and might even get into downright torturous territory thanks to Peter's penchant of hitting him where it hurt. But it also was a trip they needed to take, or rather one he needed to take and Peter and Chris were nice enough to tag along and - in Peter's case - pay for everything. Because he was pack, of course. Because it was important for his growth as spark and Derek's emissary. Because Peter himself had put the emphasis on him being an important asset who needed to learn to access as much of his power as he could. He was useful, was the reason, and nothing else.

Peter and Chris were already waiting for him when he left his motel room and climbed into the back of their van. They'd chosen an inconspicuous car in dark blue with tinted windows for the beginning of their travels since there was still one person missing that was coming with them whom they needed to get before they could drive to the airport and get their flights. Apparently their little… 'acquisition mission', how Peter had called it with a smirk and a gleam in his eyes, - it was a heist. They were doing a heist - needed someone who was good with computers. So, Danny had been, to Stiles' absolute horror, the only logical choice. Stiles usually had no problem with Danny. He actually liked Danny very much, was quite impressed with his pack mate's abilities as their computer wizard, and of course he, too, was someone that featured in Stiles 18+ dreams quite often. Sue him, he had a competence kink, okay? And all his current crushes, Peter, Chris and Danny, and even his past ones like Lydia were just so fucking competent in their respective area of expertise that he sometimes even had a problem to keep his wits by himself once they were working on a problem specifically tailored to them.

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 67: Reunions, Goodbyes and Hellhounds

After Sam was discharged, Stiles was the first to see her. The boy practically ran down the hospital halls to bring her in his arms with a quiet 'thank you'. Along the way, the Stilinski boy was brought into many arms, well missed after the past couple of months had happened.

Denise had finally put two and two together after realizing why her daughter had looked so tired for the past couple of months. She looked more alive now, but she recognized her tired eyes hidden behind the smile she had.

The day after Sam had been discharged from the hospital, Stiles was filled in on everything that had happened from once he left to after the Wild Hunt was gone.

After Sam had disappeared from the train station, she felt like she had been submerged in darkness. She couldn't see anything, but she could still feel the cold rustiness of the train tracks in her grip.

Suddenly, flashes of lights surrounded her, beaming like one spotlight after another in her face. Squinting at the lights, she could see the web of train tracks from each light that led to the tracks she was gripping so tightly.

The lights weren't as overwhelming as the increasing sound of a train horn getting closer. With all of her strength, she tried her best to pull the tracks to form one track, to finally end the Wild Hunt from officially making Beacon Hills a ghost town. Once the tracks seemed to blur together to make one track, she was swallowed by the darkness once more.

The night after Sam had been brought to the hospital, her mother invited the Stilinski's for dinner. And after that, Stiles and Sam settled in the dining room as they talked. "So… you and Lydia, huh?", Sam brought up, making the boy's cheeks light up. Stiles let out a chuckle. "Yeah."

Sam gives him a smile. "I told you she was your girlfriend.", she teased. He gave her a smirk. "And I told you that you'd have to be nice to her and look at you now, the best of friends.", he said, making her roll her eyes playfully.

Stiles caught her line of sight and his jaw dropped. "No way.", he muttered. Sam looked at him, confused. "What?"

"Yeah, yeah.", she trailed off, looking at her mom and Noah talking amongst each as they washed dishes. They looked happy…

The scene was almost… domestic.

"I knew something was happening. He stopped wearing his ring. I didn't know why, but I think I know.", he told her. Sam looked back at the adults and sure enough, Noah wasn't wearing his ring like usual. She hadn't noticed it before, simply because it was none of her business. But now…

"Have you two been dating behind our backs??", Stiles asked, loudly, making everyone look at him with wide eyes.

"Stiles!", Sam scolded, backhanding his arm. Noah's cheeks reddened as he finished setting a plate in the dishwasher. "I don't think that's any of your business.", he said, rushing to his son. He grabbed Stiles by the back of his shirt, tugging him out of his seat. "You don't have to be shy, it was a valid question! We're all adults here!", Stiles exclaimed with a choke.

"Goodnight, girls!", Noah said, dragging his son out of the house with a shut of the front door, leaving the Wilson woman in silence. Sam turned to her mom. "Have you?", she asked, making her mom place her wet hands on her hips. "I don't ask you about your relationship with Derek.", she said, making the girl look down sheepishly. "Fair point."

In the school's hall, Sam walked past plenty of students who filled the path towards her best friend who looked up and gave her a soft smile. He stood by his locker, the numbers catching her eyes. "Hey.", he greeted. For a minute, Sam swore it was a dream. That all they've done was for nothing. That her mind was playing tricks on her again. But she remembered seeing him yesterday.

She memorized every bit of his face, from his seemingly shorter hair to each mole on his face and his dimpled smile. It didn't matter how many times she'd seen him after his disappearance. Nothing would change.

Walking over to him, she immediately was welcomed into his arms. "I missed you…", she mumbled.

He rubbed her shoulder as he swayed her a bit. "You saw me yesterday, but I missed you too. You have no idea how good it is to see you again.", he whispered, not trusting his voice to break from emotion. Saying he was elated to see her was an understatement.

They were allowed to joke and be stupid again. To get in trouble only to save each other and still see each other the next day. He didn't want that to change. She looked up at him with a smile. "You're really here. We did it.", she says, still unbelieving. He nods. "I'm here."

Happily, they headed off to their class. Only a couple of hours passed by, and they were finally at their last class of the year. Finally, the bell rang and all the students packed their things to leave. "Have a great summer, everyone.", their teacher said.

"No, no, no, no. That's it?", Stiles asked, looking around. Scott and Sam looked at him, eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

Stiles sat back, frowning as he watched his classmates leave. "No…", he mumbled.

"To the Seniors, I'll see you at graduation."

"This can't be it.", Stiles said. Scott smiled, turning to Lydia and she grinned, patting her hands on his desk in excitement. Scott grinned at Stiles. "Last day ever."

"Well, it just feels so anticlimactic.", Stiles frowned. "Well, there's the whole graduation thing.", Lydia shrugged. Malia frowned, nodding. "I've gotta go to summer school or I can't do the whole graduation thing."

Scott nodded, and grabbed his things. "Let's do it." Sam stood, grabbing her bag, glancing at Stiles who still sat at his desk. "No. Come on, wait... Guys?", Stiles called. Lydia turned back, giving him a smile before leaving. "This can't be it.", Stiles mutters.

Sam frowns. "Stiles, you've been gone.", she says, catching his attention. "You've missed out on so much and while you were gone, it felt like time went by faster because of that. So yeah, our school life is done.", she said, sadly.

He finally stands. "It… It can't be all for nothing. Everything we did…"

"Everything we did, time went by faster because we were balancing the supernatural stuff vs school stuff. How we're even able to graduate is beyond me.", Sam mutters, shaking her head.

Stiles lets out a scoffing chuckle. "Three months. I left you alone for three months…I can't imagine what you were going through.", he muttered, shaking his own head. She looks up at him. Really getting a look at him, she frowns. He looked older… tired. But relieved?

"I think we earned some time from school anyways. Now's the time to think about ourselves and what we wanna do.", Sam said, making him smile. As they leave the classroom, Stiles looks around. He noticed the new students he hadn't seen before, the previous students who looked like they'd gotten older…

"Everything's changed.", Stiles said as they walked over to Scott who followed them outside to Stiles' jeep. Liam and Mason met up with them, excited for their summer. "Good you guys are here.", Stiles said, unlocking his trunk.

The rest looked at each other in confusion before looking back at Stiles. "Okay! So, Liam, since you're the new Alpha.."

"I'm not an Alpha.", Liam said, shaking his head. "Right, but, you know, Alpha-in-training."

"Well, I'd have to kill an Alpha.", Liam countered, confused. "Liam.", Stiles called. "Since you're taking over, the most important thing you can remember is that Mason is always gonna be the one who's there to save your ass all the time.", he said, glancing at Scott pointedly.

Mason grinned smugly, looking at Liam. Scott shook his head. "Well, not all the time."

"Most of the time though.", Stiles smiled, making Sam chuckle.

"Which is why," Stiles pulled out his metal baseball bat. "I think you're gonna need this.", he says, handing it to Mason. Mason frowned, confused. "Uh, I don't play baseball."

"Right, neither do I. It's ... It's not the point.", Stiles shook his head, pushing the bat to the boy. "Okay.", Mason took it, still confused. "Thanks."

Still confused, Liam and Mason walked away. "Love you guys.", Stiles yelled as Sam and Scott waved to them. Stiles sighed. "Right." He turned back to his trunk and pulled out a necklace from his pocket, which caused Sam's eyes to widen. "That's…"

Stiles nodded, "Yeah, I found it. Figured you need it after everything.", he said, giving it to her. She looked at the pendant before putting it on, feeling grounded. She heard a jingle and looked up to see Stiles' dangling his car keys in her face. "I'm leaving you two with this." Sam and Scott look at each other before looking back at Stiles. "Why?"

He smiled at them. "Because…", he looked back at Roscoe before looking at them again. "It's yours."

"And you can drive me down to D.C. Because you two are gonna help me move into my dorm.", Stiles grinned. Sam scoffs a chuckle. "You want us to help you with your dorm?", Scott asked.

"Real question is how'd you get into UC Davis?", Stiles countered. Scott chuckled. "How did you get into George Washington?" Stiles shrugged. "I don't know. Uh, your dad." Sam raised an eyebrow. "The, uh, big FBI pops made a call to the little pre-FBI program.", Stiles explains.

She sighed. "Might go UCLA…", she muttered, feeling her cheeks heating up. "Wanted to try dancing…", she mumbled. Stiles brought her into a big hug, dramatically crying. "You're gonna become a performer!", he whined.

"Pre-FBI.", Scott mumbled. "Well, I guess we're not the same kids running around the woods looking for a body."

"No, we are not.", Stiles and Sam agreed. Stiles turned to Sam. "Where are you headed off to?"

Deep inside, he was proud that she wanted to put herself out there. To do something outside her box. She wasn't secluded anymore and it made him happy that she was growing. "I never said it was a yes!", Sam exclaimed.

Stiles and Scott chuckled. "Besides…", she looked off to the distance where she saw all the underclassmen readying themselves to go home. "Liam, Mason and the others might need someone. They're definitely gonna need someone. Plus… I'm just…", she frowned and the boys caught on.

"You're waiting for him to come back, yeah?", Scott asked. Sam nodded. "He said he would. I'll wait for a bit. Plus, my mom might need some help at the shop and I know Finstock is gonna need some help managing. He won't let me go.", she said before grinning. "And I might be able to visit Faith and Jay.", she said.

Stiles gains a look of realization as he remembers. "That's right, you are an aunt now." She nods. Stiles smiles before digging into his pocket, giving Scott a keychain worth of keys.

"Where the hell did you get all those keys?", Sam asked. "Uh, Stiles, what are these for?", Scott asked. "Well, that's one to your house," Stiles pointed out, "another to your room, uh, it's the master key to the school, Animal Clinic, key to the Sheriff's station. Just figured you should have all the copies I secretly made. So... Yeah." Stiles looked back at the school. "They still need us."

Scott and Sam looked at the underclassmen. "They'll always need us."

“And, you know, I… I need you. You know that.”, Stiles said, looking at Scott before glancing at both of his friends. “I need you, too – both of you.”

“We need you too.”, Sam said, smiling softly. Stiles smiles. "I'm gonna miss you both." They looked over at Scott who let out a soft sniffle as he tried to hold back his tears. Sam's eyes stung a little as she rubbed his back.

Sam takes them both in a hug, both boys laying their heads on her shoulders. "My boys…", she mutters, making them fight back their tears harder. They were her boys. Always.

Stiles pulls away, sniffing as he wipes away unshed tears. "No, really, I need you, though. Uh...I lost my license in the Hunt. So one of you has to drive.", he said, making Scott and Sam chuckle.

"Your dad's the Sheriff." Scott patted his back. "I'm sure he'll let it slide. You drive."

They climbed into the Jeep, having Stiles start it up one last time. Once he did, the police scanner came on and they heard the sheriff. "Unit Four, repeat. You're telling me there's a body in the woods?"

Another officer responded. "That's exactly what I'm saying. There's a body in the woods." Stiles cut it off and Sam grinned at the boys from the back seat. "Sounds like they still need us."

Scott grinned at Stiles, making the Stilinski boy sigh and smile before putting the car into reverse, driving them onto the road to the Beacon Hills Preserve.

After getting Stiles settled into his dorm, Sam made it back home by dark, having Scott drive the jeep to his house while she rode home in her car after dropping him off.

As she sat in the driveway, she understood what Stiles was in such disbelief about. All the things they've been through seemed to pass by so quickly, it was unbelievable. It was too quick.

Leaning back in her car seat, she sighed as she closed her eyes. Everything had changed. It was as if all that had happened, never happened with how fast the years went by. It felt unfair…

She missed them already. Allison, Isaac, Jackson, Erica and Boyd… even the twins. Nothing was the same anymore. They fought battles, won and lost. Now, new chapters needed to happen.

Her eyes opened to the sound of her phone vibrating. She looked at the text from Stiles and chuckled to herself.

Stiles: I'm already feeling lonely ;-; just wanted to tell you I'm proud of you. And… thanks for getting me back. Thanks for looking out for my dad too. Also, I still think our parents are dating behind our backs, but that just might be me

Sam's eyebrows furrowed in thought at the last sentence. She didn't mind that Noah might be dating her mom. She couldn't trust anyone else but the sheriff.

For now, she had other things to do.The next day, however, Liam managed to gather everyone that was left in Beacon Hills. Scott and Sam picked up Lydia on the way to Malia’s. The 3 of them walked into her house and came to a stop outside her open bedroom doorway.

They peeked in to see her standing in front of her computer, hearing her yell, “Oui Oui!”, excitedly as she pumped her fists into the air. She turns towards her bed and grabs a bag before heading towards her door, stopping short when she sees her friends.

Her face falls as she realizes what they were there for. “No! No, no, no, no, no! It’s just rats! Rats and wolves, and maybe a little bug problem.”

“We need you.”, Lydia informs. Malia cuts her off. “And I need Paris.”

Sam wanted to roll her eyes. “I don't think Paris is going anywhere, Lia. Plus, Chris could probably get you there anytime.” Malia looks at them in frustration before turning away and facing her window, preparing to jump out.

She unlocks the window and Scott calls gently, “Malia…” She hesitates and Sam frowns at her. “Liam and Mason called again–”

“–Yeah, they’ve got it covered.”, Malia interrupts Sam and Scott sigh. “We can’t make you stay, and I don’t want to try… But, we were hoping that you would want to.”

Malia just shakes her head. “I don’t.” Scott gives her a disappointed look, shrugs and steps out of the way of the door.

“Okay.” Malia moves to walk out, almost stopping as Sam tries to stop her. Scott grabs Sam, preventing her from crossing Malia.

Malia quickly walks past them and out into the hallway, making her packmates frown.

Suddenly, Malia’s bag hits Scott in the chest, making him look confused as she walks back in with a scowl. Malia folds her arms over her chest. “What are we supposed to do?”

Scott smiles. “Find a Hellhound.”

The four gather in the jeep, riding back to the school. Liam and Mason informed them that another Hellhound had appeared and fought both Parrish and Liam at the school a couple of moments ago, and claimed that they'd let something out of the Wild Hunt.

This new Hellhound was shockingly strong and overruled Parrish, knocking him out and leaving Liam to be next. However, the hellhound didn't take Liam as a threat or anything he was looking for that had escaped the Wild Hunt. Lydia frowned. "So…we opened a door to another world… and something came out with us. Now we need the Hellhound to stop it.”

“So we put it back. We’ve put things back before.”, Malia said, making the other three share a look. “Why are you guys looking at each other like there’s something you know that I don’t know?”, Malia asked, growing irritated. Scott sighs. “It might not be that simple.” Sam turned to Malia. “We saved Stiles. We brought everyone back, but that’s not how it was supposed to happen. There’s always a price to pay.”

“We learned that from the Nemeton.”, Scott frowns. Malia looks at him. “What kind of price? A big price?” Lydia looks at her with a nod. “Big.” Once they arrived at the school, they looked around. “Okay, we should move pretty quickly…”, Scott mutters.

“Do we even know what we let out?”, Malia asks, making her friends shake their heads in response. “This Hellhound might be the only one who does.”, Sam suggested. They pause as they hear loud roars coming from the Preserve and without missing a beat, they take off toward the sound.

They came to a stop in a clearing when the painful sounds also stopped. Looking around, they jump at the sound of another painful roar and follow the sound and sped up once they heard a gunshot.

"That doesn't sound good.", Sam muttered.

They pause as they see a lifeless body lying on the ground facing away from them in a shallow body of water.

Scott moved over to the body, grimacing at the bloodied bullet hole in the middle of the body's head. He noted the torso was jagged with deep, blood soaked claw gashes. Sam frowned as she took in the sight, kneeling near the body.

"Hellhounds aren't supposed to die…" Scott frowns as something catches his eye and it picks up a familiar bullet casing. His eyes widen as he shows Sam the casing and she recognizes the graving. “Chris did this?”, Sam asked. Lydia frowns. “Then it’s true…”

“Then what’s true?”, Malia asks, looking at her. Sam frowned at Lydia. "You heard something?" She wrings her hands together. “The sound of people who have never lifted a hand against another human being…”

“Something was killing them?”, Scott asks. Sam shakes her head as she laid a hand on the body, a solemn look spread on her face. “They were killing each other.”

[nellie-elizabeth]

The Handmaid's Tale: Safe (5x10)

This season happened so fast!

Cons:

I'm a little confused about Nick and Tuello. Basically, Nick agrees to turn spy for the Americans, because he knows that Gilead is trying to punish/kill June? But basically he connects with Tuello in exchange for a promise that Tuello will do everything he can to keep June safe... but like... wasn't that already a guaranteed outcome from the Americans? They weren't about to let Gilead kill June if they could help it, so what is Nick actually getting out of this? Is he planning on eventually getting the hell out of there, and joining June? I get it, that learning that June is in danger would frighten him, but it seems he's changing his mind and doing this crazy risky thing, all for a very nebulous return.

I was a little annoyed with Luke and June and Nichole fleeing and Moira not coming with them. We have so little insight into what Moira's life is these days, other than as a co-parent to Nichole, a real part of their nuclear family. So, especially since Luke was planning on turning himself in so his family could get away... why not send Moira along too? What is the point of her staying there in Canada, when she too is an American refugee that the Canadian people don't want anymore? And then there's just the unnecessary trickery and drama of Luke not communicating with his wife about staying behind. That kind of sucked.

In fact, just to tie a neat little bow on the Luke and June situation this season... they tried so hard to make me feel it. To get me wrapped up in the true love romance of these two spouses who had been unjustly separated and then reunited and worked through their issues to form a united front. And I... just can't get there! It's not that I think they have negative chemistry or that I see nothing compelling about June and Luke as a romantic pairing. It just doesn't click for me the way I can tell they want it to. Luke killing a man to protect June is, I think, supposed to be this sign that he's willing to join her in the intensity of her experience, that he "gets it" now in a way he didn't before. To me, it felt tacked on and insufficient. I just don't love watching the two of them together. I don't hate it, but I don't love it either.

Pros:

Janine getting to tell Mrs. Putnam - now Mrs. Lawrence - that she hates her was honestly enormously satisfying. It's a nice echo to the way June spoke to Serena. There can be kindness, there can be compromise, there can be moments of strained affinity, but at the end of the day, the Commanders and their Wives are rapists, they abuse and control the women who are forced to live in their homes and bear children and then have those children taken from them. It's always nice when a character gets to stand up and say that nice and loud and proud, lest we be fooled into thinking there's any real friendship going on here. We don't know Janine's fate yet, we see her being driven off, at Commander Lawrence's insistence, and against Aunt Lydia's protests.

I loved the moment where Janine found out about June being hurt. You could see her waking up, you could see that spark of defiance coming back into her after so long of playing docile with Aunt Lydia. Even for the chance to maybe be around her daughter in this very limited way, she can't just sit back and take it, not when she hears that June is under attack from the very place that has Janine under its thumb.

This episode really had a "fuck around and find out" flavor to it. You've got Janine standing up to Naomi, and you've also got Nick punching Lawrence in the face in front of a whole crowd of people. You've got Tuello helping June and Luke to get out of danger in Canada. Multiple characters who have had to toe the line, play the middle, and have now pretty firmly declared their allegiance. Nick isn't the good little obedient Commander. Janine isn't the docile little Handmaid. Luke is making his play, allowing himself to be arrested in order to keep his family safe. There's nothing half-measure left on the board, and for that I am grateful!

Despite my doubts about Nick's decisions this episode, I've gotta say, I did really love that final scene with his wife. "A good man wouldn't leave his pregnant wife every time his girlfriend calls." Like, get it, Rose, that was a great line. And it's so true. Nick can't fully commit to his life in Gilead when he is still so entangled with June. He loves her so much, it's a frightening thing. It's a life-ruining thing. That's the good shit; I'm still rooting for them against all odds.

Commander Lawrence, as I keep saying, is extremely interesting! Because we know he's conflicted, we know he's trying to make Gilead better, yadda yadda, but at the same time, he's never going to admit his full culpability. As he tells Nick, it wasn't his decision to put a hit out on June. And that's all well and good, but he didn't fight against it. And he had Janine sent away, and he married Naomi, and he had Nick locked up, and maybe he feels guilty forever and ever about it all but that doesn't change the fact that he's going along with it. That he'd sacrifice June and he'd sacrifice Nick and he'd sacrifice Janine. What does he care? What does it matter if he cares?

I knew Serena was going to be on the train. I knew it the second I realized Luke wasn't coming. I felt so smart when the baby started crying and it was Serena and Noah. But also this is such a cool setup for the sixth and final season of this show. After all the back and forth, all the power imbalances, all the times in which they've had control over one another in all sorts of different ways, they are made equal by circumstances at last. On a train, alone with a young child, heading off into the unknown to escape those who would seek to hurt them. Are they going to remain allies as they try to settle into a new normal? Are they going to turn on each other, and how? I for one cannot wait to find out!

So that's a wrap on season five. Just one more season of this show before we get our final goodbyes, and I hope we get some answers as to how the world might start to equalize, what the future is for Gilead, and America, and Canada, and all of world politics, for that matter. For those who have read the books, we know from the ending that Gilead doesn't stick around forever, but we also don't know the exact mechanism by which it falls... maybe we'll get to find out?

8/10

[morganas-pendragons]

TWD 11.17 and 18 

These are going to be brutally honest thoughts. I haven't done one of these in a while, and I haven't seen any generally good thoughts about these two episodes so here we go!

DID ANYONE NOTICE THEY ADDED TO THE TITLE CARDS AND THE THEME?

I don't have the slightest clue what happened at the beginning of Episode 17 but I am 100% here for Sleezy Hornsby getting shot by Daryl

Also, speaking of Sleezy -- His actor is A List, he's done a phenomenal job!

For any of you who keep repeatedly saying that Negan doesn't deserve a redemption arc... very kindly? You're wrong. He's had it, it was executed well, and I'm glad he's gotten a decent arc from Season 9 and 10 (I need to rewatch S11 in entirety before I can say it for this season too)

MERCER *insert drooling emoji here*

I kid you not I went "MOM" as soon as carol appeared on screen

AUNT CAROL?????? *CRIES*

Judith is so big it makes me want to die

I love that little character detail about Carol where she's always thinking three steps ahead of the antagonist for that particular season. It really speaks to her life experience how she's always prepared.

YA'LL COME AFTER JUDITH AND RJ AND YOU WILL BE CATCHING THESE HANDS

JDM is so good at the comedic aspect of Negan

I remember years ago that I desperately wanted to see JDM and MMB on screen together because of the dynamic between Carol and Negan -- and how drastically different they are from one another. THIS ONE DOESN'T DISAPPOINT EITHER

Episode 17 definitely gives me the vibes of if Woodbury had gone wrong, how would it have happened?

there's alot of nice callbacks to previous seasons/characters in this episode, which is really nice. I hope the series finale has this same kind of nostalgia.

also. Melissa? blue. her color. I will now associate every shade of blue with Melissa McBride, no questions asked.

I really, really hope Sebastian gets the crap kicked out of him by everyone

I love the candle light vigil and what it means because it makes sense. All these people find out that the Governor's son is responsible for the deaths of multiple civilians from the community, and they're enraged. They're furious and want blood and I don't blame them.

here's the really ironic part of this episode: it once again showed us that not even a community of 50k is safe inside of these walls because the walkers can still get through

AH, TEAR GAS AT A PEACEFUL EVENT. WONDER WHY THAT'S FAMILIAR?

oh lord all the Caryl scenes are in episode 18 I guess I'm staying up to watch both

This got a solid 7/10 and would've been lower if Judith and Carol weren't in it LOL

Episode 18

WHAT LITTLE GIRL IS DOING THESE VOICE OVERS????

Also first impressions: I find it hilariously stupid that Daryl is questioning Carol playing both sides when she's clearly done this like a million other times????

DARYL GETS TO ACTUALLY DROP THE F BOMB??? WOW

go off my guy Hornsby absolutely deserved getting stabbed through the hand with your MASSIVE knife

I really have an issue with the regression of Carol and Daryl's relationship. That opinion might get its own post.

"You take happiness wherever you can get it, and don't ever be sorry for it." Carol honey I love you but please take your own advice

I love how the camera pans directly to Daryl and Judith as SOON as she walks away from Lydia after saying this

DARYL!! HOLDING!!! RICKS!! GUN!!!!

catch me crying at the ''here it's yours'' BYE I MISS RICK SO MUCH

I think it's interesting how some of the side characters are beginning to find themselves again at Commonwealth and that molds their decision as to whether or not they'll stay or return to the Safe Zone.

Also for you guys who are vehemently against CZ: This scene isn't romantic and has zero romantic implications. After all that happened in S9, I cannot see a world where they'd make an effort to go through this again.

You can really tell Cailey Fleming has grown up from where we saw her in S9 to now. She's been a PHENOMENAL little Judith.

And speaking of Judith -- she really is the embodiment of everything Rick and Michonne stood for, and if she doesn't appear in his spin off to reunite with her father I WILL RIOT

uncle daryl and his little niece makes me weep

uhm.... okay this wrestling scene is.. uh... extremely corny

OH OKAY STEPHANIE AND EUGENE I SEE YOU

I FREAKING KNEW THE WALKERS WERE GOING TO GET IN WHEN FAKE STEPHANIE AND HER FRIEND KILLED THAT CREW WHY IS THIS SHOW SO PREDICTABLE

okay but highkey mercer might be the most attractive man in the commonwealth

THE WAY I CHEERED WHEN EUGENE THREW THAT WALKER AT SEBASTIAN GO OFF MY DUDE GO OFF

okay but imo his death might be the most gruesome/tragic one we've had in.. quite a while

this one was alot better then 17 because it again proves that not even a civilization of fifty thousand people is safe inside of these fortified walls where they get to pretend like the world didn't end and try to live the way they did before. I enjoyed this one much more thoroughly, but not enough Carol. 8/10!

bonus: why does episode 19 look better then 18 and 17 combined

[vixeninthewood]

The notices kept coming in from Eichen and Stiles couldn't fend off the guilt anymore. His dad tried assuring him that everything would be okay, it was just going to take some time for them to get caught up. But Stiles was struggling to go about his day to day life, sitting in class, trying to study, making it to lacrosse practice all just seemed a bit pointless while he knew his father was working. His father was trying to handle the stress of being Sheriff, wrapping his mind around all the supernatural turmoil surrounding their town while trying to pay off all of the medical bills that they had surmounted.

Stilinski had been a bit hesitant when Stiles had approached him about taking on a part-time job. Between school, sports, and pack stuff he feared it would be too much for him. Especially, considering everything he had been through recently. But if Scott could handle being a True Alpha, school and work and everything in-between, Stiles could handle a job.

A local diner was hiring for a dishwasher and Busboy position. It wouldn't interfere with school or practice and it would put some extra money in Stiles' pocket. Stilinski knew he would never take money from his son but if working helped Stiles move past this guilt and helped him save for things like Jeep repairs then he didn't see the harm.

His first week at work, Stiles adjusted to the longer days and the time work took out of studying. Good thing he had Lydia's notes. He didn't necessarily like the work and the tips weren't always that great considering the diner was usually slow, but it was better than nothing.

Stiles wiped his hands on the apron tied around his waist as he went to slide another batch of dishes through the sanitizer.

"Hey, Stiles," Neil, the guy who owned the diner, poked his head around the corner from the kitchen. He was a middle-aged man and was a decent enough boss. He seemed to like Stiles alright, he got a little frustrated when the teenager couldn't seem to focus or he caught him staring into space. But overall he was a nice enough kid and he showed up for work, it was hard to find kids nowadays that didn't mind working, especially unglamorous jobs such as this one.

"There is a guy out front, can you go check on him while I finish up some prep back here?" Neil continued.

"Yeah, sure." Stiles said with a nod as he headed towards the main floor. He quickly swiped up a glass and a leftover plate from the front counter and placed them in a bin before heading towards the table by the windows where a man sat. Stiles wiped a few stray soap suds from the back of his hand as he absent-mindedly walked to the table.

"Hello, what can I-" Stiles trailed off as he looked up and came face to face with Derek. He stared with the same stoic face he always wore and waited for Stiles to finish.

"What are you doing here?" Stiles said as his arms dropped to his sides.

"Scott told me you got a job here." Stiles didn't know why it upset him so much for Derek, or anyone else he knew for that matter, to know he worked here. But he hadn't told Scott not to tell anyone so he couldn't really be mad either.

"What can I get you?" Stiles asked.

"Coffee, black." Derek answered, his expression still cold and cool.

Stiles pivoted on his heel and headed back behind the counter. As he poured the coffee he couldn't help but wonder what Derek was up to. Was there trouble and he was just trying to find a way to tell him? He grabbed a menu as he approached the table again. He handed Derek the coffee and placed the menu in front of him.

"Anything else?" Stiles asked as he absently tapped his right fist against his left palm. He hated sitting still too long.

"What do you recommend?" Derek said as he flicked his eyes back and forth between the menu and Stiles. Stiles sighed,

"The apple pie is pretty decent."

"Not really a sweets guy." Derek dropped the menu to the table. "What are you doing here, Stiles?" He said folding his hands in front of him and leaning into the table.

"Not all of us can be born into a wealthy family, like the Hales." Stiles said with shrug. "Some of us have to work crappy minimum wage jobs sometimes."

Derek looked away and sunk back into his seat. He didn't look at Stiles again but turned his gaze towards the window.

"Let me know if you need anything else." Stiles whispered before heading back to take another load of dishes to the sink.

The front door chimed indicating someone else had come in.

"Stiles?" Neil called.

"Got it." Stiles shouted back. But when he got out front no one was there, not even Derek. He must have left. Stiles headed to his table and grabbed the coffee cup. It was still full, untouched actually. Derek must have just stopped by to see if Stiles really did have a shitty diner job. Dick. Under the coffee cup was some money.

Stiles almost dropped the still hot coffee everywhere when he saw that it was a hundred dollar bill. He set the cup back down with shaking hands as a feeling of rage came across him. He strode towards the door and headed out towards the parking lot. Derek couldn't have gotten far.

"What the hell is this?" Stiles asked as he held up the bill. Derek sighed and slammed his car door closed as he turned around to face Stiles.

"Payment. For the very satisfying cup of coffee."

"The coffee is only a dollar twenty-five." Stiles said with a glare.

"Consider it a tip." Derek said with a tight smile.

"I don't need your pity or your handouts." Stiles grabbed Derek's hand and slapped the hundred dollars into it before turning around to go back to work.

In a blur, Stiles felt his body jerked backwards by his narrow shoulders and a pain in his lower back as he was shoved against something hard. Derek's car.

As his eyes refocused, he realized that Derek had him pinned against the front fender of the car and Derek's face was just inches from his.

Derek held the money up,

"Just take the money, Stiles."

"You can't just bully me into doing whatever you tell me to!" Stiles shouted.

Derek's eyes wavered over Stiles face.

"We both know that coffee wasn't worth a hundred bucks." Stiles said more quietly and calmly. "I don't need you to just throw money at me because you can. I have more pride than that."

Derek grabbed Stiles by his face and pressed his lips against Stiles' unexpecting ones. Stiles froze but for a moment. Derek smelled like the woods. Like earth and rain. It was almost dizzying. He felt his tongue slide past Derek's as his hand moved from Stiles face to his jaw and then his throat. Derek was rough and demanding he pulled back just enough to work his way down to Stiles' neck. He kissed and bit playfully before sending Stiles' stomach flipping as he ran his tongue up his neck and to his ear.

Derek pulled back and Stiles could now see the drunken look in his glowing eyes. He was still clutching Stiles' throat with his right hand.

"Now that," Derek grinned. "was worth a hundred dollars." He shoved the money into Stiles trembling hand and moved away from the human.

"Take care of yourself, kid." Derek lightly slapped Stiles' cheek and turned to his car door. "See ya again tomorrow night." He said as he opened the door and climbed inside. He pulled out of the parking lot leaving a stunned Stiles behind. He could feel the cold prickle on his neck of where Derek's saliva mixed with the cool night air and sent goosebumps through his whole body. He looked down at the money and glanced about the parking lot.

"Well, now I just feel dirty."

[cursivebloodlines]

MUSE: Lydia Collins

OPEN TO: M/F/NB | Mutuals & Non-Mutuals

SCENARIO/CONNECTION IDEAS: After delving too deep into one of her cases, something happened that almost cost Lydia her life and the lives of others - perhaps even those she cares about, Lydia took it upon herself to go completely off the radar without trace with a little help from some friends. Most likely Logan tbh since he has a lot of technical know-how to make someone disappear. It's been over a year since anyone last saw her. Your muse has gone to lengths to track her down for any reason (up to you!). Possible ideas but NOT limited to: Maybe your muse was a part of whatever went down and needs her help with another case because it's important (e.g. it involves someone important/close to her/your muse or there's a lot at stake etc). Your muse could be there on assignment, or on someone else's behalf or maybe they're warning her of danger. Or it could be as simple as wanting to make sure she was alive. The options are endless; if none of those suggestions suit you, feel free to come up with an alternative! Platonic & romantic connections (or ex connections etc) are welcome!

CREATED WITH: Beta

@indiestarter | Open Starters Tag

She knew it was too good to be true. It had been well over a year since the incident and Lydia had gone to extremities to ensure she would not be found, even persuading her friend to eliminate any trace of her. For so long, she managed to stay on the down low. It had taken a while for Lydia to find her footing but she was surviving. What mattered most was that she was safe – as were the people she cared about. Despite her best efforts to leave the past behind, it wasn’t enough. It always somehow managed to sneak its way out often before she even knew about it. Nothing ever stayed missing, after all. The moment they turned up, that became all too apparent.

Still loitering by the front door, the woman was torn between wanting to let the familiar face in and half tempted to shut the door in front of their face. On one hand, it was nice to see someone she actually knew... but it also physically pained her because it was a reminder of what she left behind, of whom she'd left behind when she decided to go awol. "Who told you I was here? How did you find me?" she asked suspiciously, the tone of her voice would have been sharp if it weren't for the slight waver. Maybe it was the shock of it all, perhaps? That someone had managed to track her down? A blast from the past? "If you've come all this way to persuade me to go back then you need to just...turn around and go home now. I can't - I'm never going back," she told them firmly, her posture stiff as she looked at them.

[stilesedit]

not hate because i love our mccall pack but scott and allison were so rude about/to lydia in the beginning :(

kdhfjdhjfdhlj i’m sorry i was gonna go one way on this but i just erased a huge rant and instead i’ll leave you with this:1- they were 16 and in high school.2- lydia wasn’t exactly an angel to them either? in fact in the first season she was an outright parody of using bitchiness as a defense mechanism for loneliness etc. i really didn’t care much for her until halfway thru season 2 when i first watched the show, and i wasn’t really into scallison either. 3- if you give me an example of allison + scott being rude to/about lydia i’ll give u one of her being rude first.4- i love all of them and appreciate the development of each character independently and together. i’ve learned to understand them all better thanks to many many rewatches and discussions. i hope you and others can too.

[princeescaluswords]

Countless fics where Stiles and Derek are constantly attached at the hip, have literally no life outside of each other or any personality aside from being "Mates" and it's romanticized and praised and Derek having Stiles as his anchor is a good thing. But Scott is ~obsessed~ with Allison. So many stories where Stiles and Derek are not so much separate (OOC) characters but an amalgamation known as Sterek.

The technical term for this is ENVY.

It took me like five seconds to read on Wikipedia that "Envy (from Latin invidia) is an emotion which occurs when a person lacks another's quality, achievement, or possession and either desires it or wishes that the other lacked it."

I think that summarizes quite nicely how many Sterek shippers approach the canon romance of Scott and Allison. As you point out, they don't really disdain the elements of the Scott and Allison romance, because they all too often copy them directly into their Sterek content. Look at the things that they borrow, in my opinion.

Both Scott and Allison weren't looking for romance. Scott was initially focused on First Line and didn't ask her out until Allison showed up at his work place with an injured dog. Allison had vowed that she wasn't going to date in high school as her family moved around too much. Neither of them were on the prowl.

Scott and Allison made each other happy, even in the midst of turmoil, even when they had conflict.

Scott and Allison provided means for the other to avoid being coopted into things they weren't quite sure they wanted to do. Allison became Scott's anchor, allowing him to resist both Peter and Derek's demand that he join their pack. Scott provided Allison with a means to see that her family's practices were flawed.

Also, quite frankly, their affair was both affectionate and passionate.

To be clear, there is nothing wrong with Sterek content borrowing this. Wouldn't you want to write about a romance like that? The problem is that since Sterek wasn't real -- Stiles and Derek simply weren't into each other at that level -- entitled fans feel cheated and in their bitterness, attempt to portray the actual canon relationship as inferior. Like the harpies tormenting Phineus, they foul whatever they cannot devour.

Take the idea of Scott was obsessive about Allison that it clouded his thinking. To say that requires ignoring their entire arc of Season 2, where Scott and Allison trying to prevent Derek and Gerard's war from killing innocents slowly and irrevocably tears them apart. The idea of Scott having 'Allison on the brain' is simply a deflection from the fact that Stiles spent more time trying to defeat Derek then help him and that Derek barely thought about Stiles to the point of not even mentioning him for huge runs of screen time. (It always amuses me when they use the fact that the show didn't have Scott specifically say something about Stiles being beaten by Gerard to show that their friendship is strained, faded, or shattered, but they completely ignore that Derek never mentioned Stiles for the last two episodes of Season 2). Notice that Allison isn't portrayed as obsessed -- if she's portrayed at all -- because, as you pointed out, as a female character and thus a self-insert for many content creators, they don't see anything wrong with Allison defying her family for Scott, as they write Stiles defying his family and friend for Derek or Peter.

Or take the idea, repeated often, that Scott is betraying Stiles and the pack by refusing to give up on Allison. You see, Allison went dark for a few episodes there, so that means she's a bad guy forever. ON the other hand, Derek and his betas attacking and hurting Stiles and Allison, trying to kill Lydia and Jackson, and slashing Scott up to prove a point isn't a dark arc at all. It's what had to happen.

There are little things that appear repeatedly in fiction as well -- Scott ignores necessary actions against threats so he can hang with Allison, though I wonder why Allison, who is supposedly a hunter, would allow that. Or how they're constantly sitting on each other's laps, 'wrapped up in each other' when that happened only once in the show, if they're not devouring each other's faces constantly. You notice that there is no 'make-out in front of others scene' between Scott and Allison (thought there is one between Scott and Kira after escaping from the Skin Walkers. For an interesting digression, try to identify how many Scott x Allison tropes are wholly transplanted into Scott x Kira tropes.)

The purpose is to portray the actual canon stories as inadequate while stealing all the beats for their fanon relationship, like an army of foxes telling us those grapes were sour. It's well ... predictable. But worse, it's completely unnecessary. There's nothing in the Scott and Allison relationship that blocks a Sterek relationship at all. Scott and Allison may have had conflicts with Derek, but they also both worked to keep Derek safe.

And you know, it wouldn't be worth mentioning if there were only a few fictions that embrace these exaggerated criticisms, but there are literally thousands that do it. Calling Scott and Allison's relationship immature, unbalanced, dangerous, or weak (think of how many stories sneer at the supposed on-and-off nature of the relationship as if it were a sign that it's inferior) is widespread, just as much as Scott and Kira's, but you know which relationships aren't -- Isaac and Allison's or Boyd and Erica's. Boyd and Erica ran off together holding hands and got captured by the Alpha pack, but they're never portrayed as immature. The negativity is solely about the prominence of the relationship and what they didn't get -- though they demanded it loudly -- when they were watching the show.

[thehollowprince]

All of this is in response to this post.

I'm going to tag @always-mimits out of courtesy, because I don't have "discussions" in comment sections.

We'll start with their response regarding what I said about Steve Rogers, debunking him trying to kill Tony in Civil War.

While I'm happy that you recognize that some of your bias comes from fanfiction and not the actual text, it's your line at the end that bugged me. You can dislike Steve because of his Engame ending all you want. Everyone who followed me during that time knows how much I loathed that ending and how vocal I was about saying it. But that's not what you said in your original post.

You said specifically that you hated Steve Rogers because he's "so moral" [never stated by him or anyone in the movies] and that he tried to kill Tony.

It's an easily disproven statement by simply watching the movie, so you don't get to change your goal posts by saying you really meant something else.

Moving on...

Once again, what makes Scott's relationship and attitude toward Allison - his girlfriend! - different than any other example provided in this show? Why is it that Scott's a creep for looking over at Allison when she changed out of a wet shirt into a dry one but Stiles isn't a creep for knowing Lydia's measurements or when he walked in on Malia showering? Why is one character hated for what no one cares about in another character?

Why is Scott hanging around to protect her considered weird but not the same for Liam and Hayden?

Why is Scott obligated to tell Allison that her mother tried to kill him when Derek doesn't have to tell anyone what went down with him and Kate back in the day?

I know these aren't from your responses, but I see them enough that I have to add them. Why are the double-standards so stacked against Scott?

And as for Scott not telling Allison about what happened st the rave, that's hardly the first time someone in her family tried to kill him and failed. From the time Victoria killed herself to when Scott finally got to sit down and talk with Allison was episodes later. They saw each other in Party Guessed, when Victoria was still alive, and didn't see each other again until Master Plan (aside from the Argents attack on the Sheriff station in Fury where she demanded Scott hand over Derek) when the big showdown happened with Gerard and the Kanima. After that, they had a goodbye scene and then she left the country!

Moving on...

But once again, you weren't calling out Stiles being obsessive (though it is nice to see someone else say it), you were specifically talking about how Scott was "obsessed" with Allison and how that makes him "not a great character".

Why is it that Scott has to jump through ever changing hoops to be considered a good character but other characters get a pass for doing the exact same thing? What is the difference? Because the only one I can see is the fact that Scott is played by a Latino actor.

Which leads me to this...

If I had a dollar for every time someone used the "I thought Scott was white" excuse when they're called out on their double-standards, I could retire tomorrow.

I'm not saying you are doing this deliberately, but it's something I've seen across multiple fandoms with similar characters.