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I think one of the best things later seasons did was force Scott to become more mature than the kid he was in s1 and s2. For example, Liam.
Yes, he's an OBVIOUS parallel to being bitten without consent, and his fear of turning into a monster is even bigger than Scott's sometimes, but Scott now an alphaz KNOWS how to deal with it, and how to support him.
Mellowing Derek down and making him more of a team player concerned about the kids FIRST was also a good move.
this ask is so topical. forgive my star wars comparisons but i've been watching ahsoka.
i often consider the derek --> scott --> liam storyline to be comparable to that of a master and padawan relationship in a lot of ways. all their knowledge becomes your knowledge. the teacher's failures are the student's lessons.
i'm not the biggest fan of the last jedi but there are some really great moments especially the scene between luke and yoda.
"the greatest teacher failure is" and "we are what they grow beyond" applies heavily to the story of derek hale, scott mccall and liam dunbar.
the show even places a lampshade on this kind of connection early on when stiles makes the yoda joke in heart monitor.
all throughout season 1 derek is desperately trying to protect scott to varying levels of success. derek doesn't want scott to become him but derek is also clouded by anger and self-hatred at his younger self for his perceived failures and sins. scott despite his huge, glaring issues with male authority figures does learn from derek but it takes him a while to recognize that. derek is a convenient target for scott's anger at what happened to him.
their fear, their anger, their resentments are what they have to grow beyond with each other and that doesn't happen till around season 3.
season 3 even shines a spotlight on how young derek was a lot like scott.
visionary is one of the most important episodes of the entire series and does a lot of heavy lifting for the lore of the universe, the narrative of the season, the backstory of the hales, the relationships between characters -- like it's a juicy episode if only the fandom stopped taking peter and gerard's words as unadulterated truth.
it also gives us the most obvious parallel between derek and scott. i think it's pretty obvious they wrote the paige storyline knowing allison's fate. they wanted this parallel on purpose.
paige is bit without her consent and derek has to mercy kill her to spare her the slow and painful death the rejection of the bite is putting her through. derek did not do anything bad here. this was an act of compassion but it deeply traumatized and hurt derek.
while i do not believe derek's eyes changed color due to any sort of killing an innocent nonsense as peter suggests symbolically derek's innocence died with paige. it left a physical mark on him. she is there every time he shows his eyes. he carries her with him.
allison in contrast to paige has agency in her choice. she willingly goes to save lydia and even ignores lydia's warning. she chooses to save isaac which leaves her open to being stabbed.
allison does not suffer a slow, painful death like paige. scott holds her in comfort and hears her last words.
allison's body wasn't removed and abandoned to be chalked up to an animal attack. scott gets held by his mother, isaac is taken in by chris whereas derek was left alone in the cellar and left to flounder in grief ripe for the picking by kate argent.
so much of derek and scott's relationship is about reflection. they see each other like one only sees their flaws in a mirror. it's why their goodbye in smoke and mirrors is so important. it's acceptance, it's thank you, it's i'm sorry and it's goodbye and good luck.
scott and stiles are a better version of derek and peter. they are less toxic but they have their issues. scott and stiles have a hard time with communication but there's co-dependency.
this brings us to liam dunbar. liam is a precious nugget but liam has derek's anger issues and scott's fear of becoming a monster.
if stiles and scott are a better version of derek and peter than liam and mason are a better version of all them.
it is liam who is able to overcome derek and scott's failures.
liam is able to reconcile with theo.
liam makes the effort to make peace with corey.
liam doesn't lose his first love.
liam overcomes derek and scott's failures and learns lessons from their mistakes.
with liam there's a lot of reprised beats that show how far these characters have come. teen wolf subscribes to george lucas's maxmum:
scott bites liam without his consent but scott doesn't leave him like peter did him. scott tries to support him through the transformation even going as far as to try the whole "the bite is a gift" and "we're brothers now" on for size.
argent comes not to harm them but he saves them.
liam is the best of scott and derek.
derek even gets to gloat a little and have his obi-wan watching anakin deal with ahsoka moment
he is delighted.
we rightfully rip into teen wolf for it's failures but one thing about the show that i think it did fairly well was demonstrate how the entire narrative revolves around generational trauma.
the derek, scott and liam relationship is an excellent example of it.
people say that scott doesn't grow as a character which is a lie. you don't have to like the trajectory of his character arc but he does have one. the show is about him growing up. it's about these kids dealing with the grief and trauma of their lives including that of growing up.
derek was stuck in his grief and anger for a long time. he had lost so much. derek's storyline i think isn't so much a growing up arc but rather one of choosing to live not just survive. scott forced him to confront the anger he carried at his younger self. to realize he was just a child and no one protected him.
derek had a choice.
derek is also a product of peter's lessons and teachings. i think he grapples with some of this in s2 where we see derek in his quote villainy era unquote.
instead derek chose to be a protector and he evolves. he is not peter. he is not kate. derek is not a monster others wanted him to become.
instead he inherits the gift of his mother and sister becoming more at peace with himself.
he is the person that paige loved and accepted. he is deserving of stiles's loyalty and affection.
but he can scare some kids on halloween as a treat.
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who should you fight: teen wolf edition
derek
who wins: you, but at what cost?
from a purely physical standpoint, he would skewer your on his claws before you could draw blood. but he also has years of trauma and repressed emotion, and you could probably dig some of that up to get enough good hits in. however, you’ll also have to watch him cry over his dead family and self-hatred. don’t fight derek. he doesn’t deserve it.
scott
who wins: scott
scott would destroy you without thinking. this kid has intense physical advantages and a hair-trigger fist and he will absolutely beat you into a pulp if you try and throw down. that being said, you should still fight him. he probably did something to deserve a good punch and someone needs to take him down a peg.
lydia
who wins: lydia
are you kidding?? lydia can kill a man with one look. it might be tempting just to be in her presence, but there’s a good chance she’ll deem you not worth her time and get jackson to beat you up instead. there’s no scenario where you come out with a win. don’t try to fight lydia unless you have a death wish.
jackson
who wins: lydia
jackson undoubtedly deserves a good beat down, but lydia saved his life with the power of her love, and if you try to seriously fight him she will probably hunt you down. i know jackson makes it hard to not fight him, but this is just a waste of everyone’s time.
isaac
who wins: bro what the fuck
why are you fighting isaac? just why? i get that the kid can be an asshole sometimes but he’s a teenager. he spent half his childhood locked in a freezer by his abusive father, he doesn’t deserve this. don’t fight isaac.
stiles
who wins: stiles
if he’s unarmed, you could probably beat stiles’s bony ass. he’s self-identified “147 pounds of fair skin and fragile bone,” so if you were really determined and could ignore him trying to talk circles around you, you could most likely lay him out like a futon. but he won’t leave you alone afterwards. either he’ll decide he’s in love with you and follow you around for the rest of time, attempting to woo you with ridiculous gifts, or he’ll decide you’re enemies and follow you around for the rest of time, causing problems on purpose. either way, you do not come out of this victorious. just let him set you on fire with a moltov cocktail and save yourself the trouble.
erica
who wins: erica
erica wouldn’t even hesitate before eviscerating you. she has years of pent up rage from public school bullies and chronic illness, except now she also has razor sharp claws. she will wear your blood as lipstick. do not fight erica.
boyd
who wins: no one
don’t get me wrong, boyd could crush you without trying. he won’t, though. he won’t even fight you. at most, he might let you get a punch to his arm in before he just holds you until you calm down and don’t want to fight him anymore. it’s honestly really sweet. i’ve heard boyd gives great hugs, so maybe you should still fight him for that.
cora
who wins: derek
yes, cora could and would rip your throat out if she needed to. however, derek thought she was dead for a long time, do you think he’ll risk a punk like you giving his last living family member so much as a scratch? the tactics you could’ve used if you just wanted to fight derek won’t work when he’s filled with protective rage, either. to fight cora you have to get through derek first, and you will not get through derek.
#teen wolf#tw#cora#derek#boyd#stiles#lydia#jackson#erica#scott#isaac#cora hale#derek hale#vernon boyd#stiles stilinski#lydia martin#jackson whittemore#erica reyes#scott mccall#isaac lahey#kitty needs to chill#who should you fight#teen wolf memes#i wrote this post up so long ago and it's just been sitting in my drafts lmao#idk why i just think this morning is the time to post it#anti scott mccall#just in case bc ik i let my hatred of him seep in a little bit
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May or may not draw this, but what era would each of the Richmond team dress up as for the Eras tour? 👀
ohhhhh my god!!! okay here we go. i’m gonna do one for each era. i think they would take the era and run with it.
debut - richard he grew up on a goat farm there some yeehaw in him he’s rocking some cowboy boots and ripped jeans.
fearless - sam is definitely fearless he’s jumping headfirst into whatever he does. he’s wearing something shiny and gold.
speak now - jan maas knows the value of telling it how it is without holding back hes 100000% naming names. that man looks good in a purple ball gown.
red - Will Kitman still seems a bit young and naive but there’s something older and more knowing there - he’s seen some shit and he’s definitely an all too well stan. He’s always listening and observing and knows when something means trouble. I’m picturing him as Trouble Video edgy taylor - rocky vibes.
1989 - i just think isaac would love some shake it off you know? not saying he’s going full blank space video drag but im not not saying that either.
reputation - jamie is definitely reputation everyone thinks he’s this rough and tough hard man but secretly he’s just a soft and delicate love story waiting for someone to not care about his past and all the shit that people think of him. something black and slinky and sexy. definitely heels.
lover - lover is 100000% dani. He does the heart face paint and goes with anything pastel and fun.
folklore - colin originally i had colin as lover but i think there’s something quieter about colin that fits right in with the this is me trying and peace and hoax of folklore - something contemplative and reflective and different. He definitely has The Cardigan™️
evermore - bumbercatch you just know that man knows where to hide a body so it’ll never be found. The coat.
midnights - you know what i’m throwing a curve ball and giving this one to roy because i think roy is a man of few words but there’s a depth there and he’s the kind of person to stay awake at night think of the things in his life he could have changed - the self hatred but also the over the top confidence there’s definitely some roy kent in anti hero. I keep thinking about this and I really think Jamie would talk him into wearing something edgy and fun and a bit sparkly and sexy.
Of course they all go as a group. Big Team Bonding moment. Roy tries to get out of it by arguing that he’s a coach not a player but Jamie makes those dumb eyes and also is like come on you aren’t missing taylor you idiot.
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If Ted lasso characters had superpowers, what would they be? I’ve been thinking and this is what I’ve come up with so far: Jamie - super speed (because he has a tendency to run from his problems), Phoebe - force fields a la Violet from the Incredibles (because we have to protect him at all costs), Dani - empath (because he’s such an emotion driven character), Henry - teleportation (so he can visit his dad more often)
Seeing this prompt, after the last episode, all I can really see is
Isaac and the ability to chop things in half with his hand.
For me, I picture Jamie: Has Gambit/Remy Lebeau (X-Men) style powers: Kinetic Energy, the ability to charge objects into explosive energy. Jamie has repressed this most of his life, just like his childhood trauma, which might explain why he seems so 'charged' and energetic on the field. This version of Jamie's powers also takes inspiration from an epic fanfic I read back in the day, that also had Remy accidentally revealing he had suppressed empath skills. In Jamie's case, he's prickish behaviour, and his ability to wind up his opponent's (and Roy/his own teammates back in S1) was actually Jamie subconsciously (and times deliberately - Jamie knows he has this ability, just not enough control) so that they end up fouling him was Jamie pushing anger, hate and self-hatred onto others. In S2 Jamie has a psychic blast in the Man City episode and if no one knew about Jamie's abilities before, they did after this (a combination of built up kinetic energy and suppressed emotions and trauma) forcing Roy to help Jamie control this and also develop the Signal for when to use it appropriately.
It explains one thing, though: Anytime Jamie ever played, the atmosphere was always felt or described as 'charged' and electric'.
Marvel.com also describe Remy as 'he seeks redemption for sins past by playing an unlikely role – hero' which also kind of describes Jamie's journey and potential S3 arc.
(also can you imagine this 👇 👇 👇 👇 in Spandex)
Roy is basically SuperBob. This needs to be declared before signing for any team.
Phoebe: Strength, she is the niece of Roy after, all. Also has ability to form force fields.
Dani is also an empath, but he has control over it most of the time, and helps Roy in helping Jamie. Also explains his instant affinity for Jamie when he first arrived, and has some unresolved guilt over the fact that he had not picked up on Jamie's ability.
Banned powers (basically anyone who has these abilities need to declare and register said ability and take suppressants if they are members of football teams, or in affinity of said football match (fans are required to take suppressants for at least one month prior to a match or for the entire season if they hold a season pass);
Telekinesis -the act of mentally controlling/moving the ball (or making someone fall head over arse)
Cerebrokinesis - the ability to manipulate the mind and mental processes of others (or making someone fall head over arse)
Pyroknesis - ability to create and control fire with the mind. (No accidental fire or burning of the field or an opponent in the heat of the moment or burning the arsecheeks of your opponent's shorts off)
Psychic - No ability where you can read someone's next move or use any suddenly acquired information to your advantage (or know who's sleeping with who)
Teleportation - the ability to have instantaneous travel between two locations without crossing the intervening space . Unfortunately Henry is only allowed to use this on the off season as it's banned during matches.
Bonus:
Ted doesn't know what to call his ability - he as the ability to cook his feelings into his baking (a la Sarah Michelle Gellar in Simply Irresistible ). He soon learns not to stress bake or bake when he's angry. Working Title: Food Empathy (Ted: Not to self, do not add tears to baking mixture).
SuperVillains:
Rupert Mannion: Machiavellian - manipulative, callous, and indifference to morality (no hope for redemption)
Zava Egomanic - an excessive importance of themselves and their own life experiences, tends to talk excessively about themselves and have an insatiable desire to be above others (no hope for redemption)
Nate Shelley The Wonder Kid (possibly can still be redeemed).
#prompt#ideas#writing#fic#superhero au!#abilities!au#jamie tartt#roy kent#isaac mcadoo#phoebe#dani rojas#ted lasso#afc richmond#ted lasso tv#rupert mannion#zava#nate shelley#srsly jamie would look great in spandex
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EP 8 DIAMOND DOGS LESSGO
-- Rebecca fucking that hot young thing from the hotel.... You go girl
-- Ted is so fucking uncomfy after his night with Sassy you can just tell his words ring hollow. He doesn't seem like he regrets it necessarily, but it certainly didn't help his fucked up life. He signed his divorce papers like. 5 hours before sleeping with someone new.
-- Roy's noises when Gail gets to his hamstrings?? As a former semi pro athlete, yes. That's absolutely what happens. No disagreement here that shit is brutal but so fucking worth it
-- Ted is apparently an old school gentleman who 'doesnt kiss and tell' and is also not 'nuts for butts'. Which yeah sure is pretty meaningless in the long run but i just love the juxtaposition in the dialogue
-- Higgins dropping the truth bombs here, calling out Ted's tendency to beat himself up over every little thing, and the triple pass from Higgins to Beard to Nate? Beautiful
-- Jamie starts maturing way earlier than I remember, coming up to Keeley's and telling her everything she taught him like a thank you? Growth
-- every glimpse we get of Isaacs inner life is fucking fascinating. He can only write his name with a light up duck pen that quacks. He hates candy but loves rolos and has a particular hatred for sour patch kids. He's an amateur barber. He's an enigma.
-- the fake press conference thing between Roy and Keeley is the cutest fucking thing in the whole series and I'll stand by that till i die.
-- Ted dealing with Roy's wordless anger by playing charades is just fucking golden i love it
-- Ted advising Roy not to allow his feelings to control him is so fucking hypocritical and the lack of self awareness is astounding
-- can we just get a whole blooper reel of the milk based puns that didn't make it into the show? Bc i want more and i know they're out there somewhere. Gimme.
-- 'I forgot I'm left-handed. This is gonna be a hoot.' I just. He's so endearing i completely understand how people ship him with everyone bc everyone falls in love with him so fast, me included lol
-- his fav quote is by Walt Whitman......Ted Lasso i love you so much
-- the first of the Mr Lassos tragic backstory....you can see Ted grieving in that moment, however briefly, just before he throws that last dart. AND he says bbq sauce, the thing that 'always reminds him of home' and this is a sports comedy I'm not supposed to be Feeling Things
-- right when Rebecca gets happy, it all comes crashing back down. I mean, she couldn't escape without some form of karma dropping down on her but just one happy episode? Is that too much to ask of a so-called comedy show?
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tolerate it.
i. i sit watch you.
— “some days, i really do wish that i did something. i wish i messed something up and ruined their life forever because maybe then, i would understand why i was being treated like shit.”
Being trapped in an ordeal of a marriage is already as stupid as it sounds. It’s not like Eli had the choice to say no and walk away because news flash, that’s never been in any of the options if there were even options at all. It’s always been sucking it up and making something tolerable out of the circumstances that were given to her. But being stuck in a nightmare of a marriage with someone she used to have memorized inside and out is a whole ‘nother realm of hell.
It has always been the two of them. Where Eli was, there was Leon. There was a point in time where one could never be seen without the other. They were each other’s first best friends after all. In fact, they shared a lot of firsts together. It was safe to say that Eli knew Leon better than anyone and the same went for the other. The two of them weathered many storms together, always confident that the storms would eventually pass and they’d be okay because they had each other. But the storm that eventually unrooted the foundations of such friendship came in the form of love. During freshman year, Leon began dating this girl that absolutely detested Eli’s existence. It was strike one, Eli had no idea where the hatred came from and even if she asked so she could fix it, the most that she received was a snigger and an eye roll. It was atrocious, but in an attempt to fix it, Eli confronted Leon about it to ask if there’s anything she could do to make his girlfriend comfortable with her. With his response, Eli just knew that he was no longer the person she would hold on to whenever it stormed. Leon was no longer the best friend she had since she was a kid when he explained that there was no going around it and they should part ways. After all they weren’t kids anymore who needed each other to get through life.
It confused her. How can someone change so quickly? In only a glimpse, the most reliable person she knew of was no longer the same person. Leon was no longer Leon and she hated it — how easy could she be set aside for someone new?
So then, she decided if Leon was going to replace her, she was going to replace him too.
And she did.
There was Isaac.
Isa was everything and more that Leon couldn’t be. For the remaining years of college, Isa was Eli’s safe haven. A self-made sanctuary that she always felt at ease whenever he was around. And somehow, the pain of losing Leon in such a whiplash was no longer felt for more than she should because Isa was there. He had no problem showing his flaws and showed himself with utter genuineness. Isa is kind. He was ten-fold more patient than she is, which probably made him the most patient person that she has ever met in her entire life. Jesus. Isa never even raised his voice at her even when things got rough. It never stormed with Isa. Or maybe it did. But she was too safe to notice it.
After graduating, another storm came around. This time it came in the form of a deal. A deal that had nothing for Eli in it, nor did it have anything for the other end of the deal. There was no better day to realize that Eli, one out of three possible heirs to Yang Enterprises, was nothing more than a pawn in their parents’ businesses. That was strike two.
It was first hidden in a disguise, claiming that it’ll secure a good spot in the company. Re: Inheriting the entire company if Elizalde Yang dies. None of the three Yang children got caught on the bait. So they disguised it again. This time, it was in the form of cornering and Eli being the only daughter made her an easy target. If she says no, she’d be as good as dead to the family for refusing to be an instrument to the expansion of the company. There was more coercion that happened, but God forbid did Eli want to go through all of them one by one and relive everything again. But to sum it up, she’d be disowned if she said no.
It only got worse from there when the entire family was gathered at the dinner table with the Parks—where two former twin flames refused to look at each other, avoiding even the quickest of glances.
Why did it have to be Leon? Eli wanted to fall to her knees and collect what remained of her heart that just dropped when the rest of the deal was discussed over dinner. Why Leon? Of all the people, why did it have to be him?
They already had everything set from the very beginning. The contract had been signed a long time ago without their knowledge and the first disguise was only to make Eli think that she had a chance and missed it. It had always been written in the contract that it was her that had to marry one of the Park sons.
And it wasn’t even the very worst of it. Both families have already bribed and threatened their respective partners to stay away and not interfere with what is yet to come. Eli could only sit there in disbelief in front of her plate of untouched steak as she listened helplessly to how they coerced her boyfriend and Leon’s girlfriend to back away from their plan. How could Isaac agree to this?
And that was strike three— being exchanged for money and threats like she never mattered at all. Like she was never worth fighting for.
Leon being the way he is, couldn’t even look at anyone that night. He wanted to fight. Save what is remaining of his and his girlfriend’s relationship, but it was hopeless. He will be going against one of the most powerful men in the country. He’s never going to win that.
He is just as helpless as the next person is.
They are both helpless, powerless little pawns in their parents’ game.
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#enha angst#sunghoon angst#angst#sunghoon#jake#jay#heeseung#ni-ki#sunoo#jungwon#forced marriage#forced proximity#filo!enha#enhypen angst
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I've started reading 'the Undying Archive' and I feel the need to talk about it. This book has a lot going on. Spoilers below the read more
'The Undying Archive' is ostensibly mecha sff, but most of it so far (about the first half) is entirely taken up by character stuff, following the protagonist, Sunai, as he navigates life as the chosen of a dead AI god in a nation that hates AI. Which, fair, the AI god that Sunai is the chosen of seems a bit like an all consuming bio-tech monster, something Sunai has some trouble coming to grips with. All of his loved ones, including the two men whom he loves and has loved, are devoted wholly to the god and it's memory, leaving Sunai to deal with his trauma surrounding the god and his sort of "Isaac from the bible" raised-as-a-sacrifice nature on his own. Or at least, he thinks he's on his own. That has been one of my favorite parts of this book: as it introduces more characters that have known him, his own self doubt and self hatred comes into question by me, the reader, even as he refuses to acknowledge that he does in fact enrich the lives of the people he loves, and is not in fact a black hole of destruction and misery as he is so willing to believe. The mecha stuff is also incredibly interesting, with the giant robots in question essentially being the reanimated corpses of other dead AI gods, piloted by people like Sunai, corrupted and chosen in the final death throes of these strange, unknowable machine intelligences.
There is stuff I don't love (the second-person narrative trick has been done better in recent years by others in the "experimental queer sff" track, ie tamsyn did it better), but the world is so fascinating and the characters so compelling that I'm willing to piece together the clunky shifts in perspective to put the whole story together. In particular, I think the part where Sunai is physically incapable of touching the man he loves without forcing them both to relive traumatic and painful memories is going to stick with me for a while. The prose in general is so rich and poignant, it really carries the story when things get messy and/or confusing. I won't lie, I'm also a sucker for gay angst and queernormative sff in general, and with so much of the best of the best in queer sff being dominated by (genuinely amazing and Kind Of Necessary) wlw protagonists and stories, it's really really nice to read a book about a queer man being put into Science Fiction Situations. I am but a bi man craving that sweet sweet mlm romantic angst, after all, and the closest I've gotten with my other favorite books I've read this year has been the wonderfully tragic bisexual political love triangle of Yskander in 'A Memory Called Empire' (honorable mention: 'Cemeteries of Amalo' and everything that Thara Celehar has going on, love that gay elf so much). It definitely won't be supplanting those other titles in the Vio's Faves Folder, but it has definitely earned a place on the list (so far).
#the undying archive#queer sff#i dont post a lot but im really excited for good mlm sff#sunai the retired gay robot priest and his adventures in hell
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isaac rants
the thing is i want to take care of everyone like i could’ve cared for my child self. i know he loves me, even though 14 yo me would’ve needed some time to comprehend my gender and how i don’t do this to be 'trendy' (i was being bullied and my coping mechanisms were denial and awful bitterness). child and teen me had at least one thing in common: a strong self-hatred that they never fully comprehended. i can see it in their eyes and it pains me so much to remember how self-conscious 6 yo me was about his whole body, from his hair to his feet. how bad he wanted to look like a woman. and when he started to actually do, 12 yo me cut his hair short. lived in androginy and got bullied for it, which reinforced his idea of what a woman could be, what pain she could feel (if they call me a boy, the only way i can resist is prove them wrong). 15 yo me discovered queerness and thought that was the answer to everything, that of course he had been feeling like this because he liked women. he tested the waters, saw that it wasn’t exactly safe to be trans where he was, and pretended to be furious and offended for all his trans friends instead of himself.
when his womanhood showed too much, when he knew he couldn’t hide it under a large t-shirt anymore, he decided to get on with it. to finally look like a woman. he felt awfully ugly, but decided it was completely unrelated and kept on perfecting his woman disguise. he did so until he couldn’t do it anymore, until he realized there were days where he couldn’t look at his chest without feeling awful. but it was fine, it was only some days. he could be a perfectly fine girl the rest of the time, and have some 'boy-days'.
the boy-days were the saddest days, where he hated looking at himself. they were also the happiest somehow: he cried when people gendered him correctly, he cried when his chest was successfuly hidden, he felt like himself for the first times.
and then it all came to an end when he changed his pronouns to he/they, praying to whatever is up there to be wrong. he didn’t want to live the life he had to live. and i could never blame him. having lived through some transphobia and trans-related traumas, i did sometimes wish to have been born with something easier to deal with. but at the same time i have never been happier and more fulfilled.
this is why i want to care for everyone who needs it like i did back then. i want to be there for younger me’s, i want to repair what was broken in my loneliness. but it is impossible to live for them, and i can’t fix the past. i can’t even fix people. wanting to be there for everyone so everyone gets saved is honorable but impossible, gruesome and consuming. i have yet to learn i am powerless in a lot of situations, i have yet to learn it is not always my responsibility or my fault. i have yet to learn that as strong as i can get, i will never be able to fix someone’s life for them.
but i still want to be there, i still want to help younger me’s. maybe not as much as before, but i want to care. try not to burn my wings in the process. i will also take care of myself. this time i want to be okay enough to care for people without letting it consume me.
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Hunter x Hunter is an anime and manga series that combines adventure, fantasy, martial arts, and Japanese manga. Yoshihiro Togashi, the Manga Artist, wrote and illustrated the manga. Also, the manga was first serialized on March 16, 1998, in Shueisha’s Shōnen manga Magazine Weekly Shōnen Jump.
The anime, which was moved by Kazuhiro Furuhasi, first aired October 16, 1999 on English Network and Funimation Channel. Director Kazuhiro Furuhasi is responsible for the anime.
Hunter x Hunter- Main plot
The plot is based around Hunters, who used travel to hunt different monsters. Hunting is a dangerous job. You must pass the hunter exam to be a hunter. Each hunter is motivated by their ambitions.
The main plot of the anime also follows Gon Freecss, a 12-year-old boy with a different goal. He thought that by becoming a hunter, he could meet his father. His father is also an avid hunter. He makes new friends Killua Zoldyck and Kurapika while on his journey.
Hunter x Hunter- The Main Characters
1. Go on Freecss
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Gon Freecss, a hunter, is the son of Ging Freecss, a hunter. Inspired by his father, he decided to become a hunter. Even more, he is a cheerful boy who made many friends. He is also very skilled as he can smell like a dog and has a very good sense of smell. Sometimes his anger can lead to problems. His anger can lead him to problems, but his problems allow him to grow stronger.
Gon is also too confident in his abilities, and believes that he can defeat stronger opponents. Because he is willing to help those who are close to him, most problems are not his own. Gon was born without a father and only when he was nine years old did he realize that he had one.
2. Killua Zoldyck
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Killua Zoldyck, a friend of Gon and a hunter, is his best friend. He also runs away from his family to pursue his goal of becoming a hunter. He is friendly and smiles often, and he looks a lot like Gon the protagonist. He is also very smart and has the ability to think quickly. Although he is small, his problem-solving and thinking abilities are superior to those of adults. Gon is often open about Killua being his best friend due to the friendship he has with him.
He doesn't want to change the way he is trained by his family. He is also a calm and positive person. Killua, on the other hand, has embraced it as an advantage.
3. Hisoka Morow
Hisoka Morrow (Source: Pinterest).
Hisoka Morrow is the antagonist in Hunter x Hunter. Hisoka Morow is a man who likes to challenge people. He could even kill one person if he ever finds them. He waits for Killua and Gon to become strong enough to fight with him. He is very self-centered and does what he likes without considering the impact it has on others. To fight with Gon, he only becomes to a high level. He left him in this situation now. His killings and his challenging of people make him a psychopath.
He doesn't care about the past. He only cares about the present. He is an antagonist in the series, but he occasionally shows emotion in some incidents.
4. Jed
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Jed is seen as the antagonist in The Last Mission. He initially has no problem with hunters. But, when he sees his comrade’s death and finds out that the hunters are making a lot of problems for him to live. He hates hunters and becomes angry. He is now the antagonist. The hatred has grown to the point that he believes hunters are evil. Despite being possessed by such hatred, he still feels emotions. One of his comrades sacked him in front of him.
In his past, he wasn't like this. He was also very successful and owned the Hunter Association. Isaac also killed him. He is later seen as a revival in The Last Mission movie.
Hunter x Hunter will be released after 4 years.
Yes, Hunter x Hunter will return after a long break. YoshihiroTogashi updated his Twitter to confirm the news. Twitter also has many retweets. Fans will not be disappointed by the creator. Fans seemed happy as well. It was discovered that there are still four chapters. The fans were relieved to learn that Hunter x Hunter will be back.
What's the latest news on new chapters?
The tweet from Hunter x Hunter's creator has made the fan happy. But, we don’t know the exact date of the manga drop. The creator also posted a post that showed that six chapters had been completed. The creator has posted that the six chapters are complete and will serialize the remaining four. Fans will receive the new chapters as a gift. It will also help to revive the series.
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Jake/Isaac comf Part 1/3
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3
This post inspired me to write a few crossover drabbles of what would happen if Jake “I’m there for everyone but me” Stanton met Isaac “I’ll die before I show any weakness” Moore and... I love them. I love my boys.
Jake, Chris, Antoni, and Ash’s BBU story belong to @ashintheairlikesnow and are used here with permission. You can find Isaac’s story here.
Content warning: BBU, implied pet whump, blood, self-hatred
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Jake wasn’t used to housing people who weren’t ex-pets. He wasn’t used to having people show up to his doorstep, bleeding and out of breath and barely on their feet. The man’s sandy-blond hair was caked with blood from a gash that stretched over his right eye and disappeared into his hairline. Deep blue-black circles looking almost like bruises were carved into the skin below his light-brown eyes. Jake stared at him for a moment before the stranger swayed and fell to one knee.
Jake lunged forward and caught the man before he toppled over. He dug his fingers into the man’s arm and did his best to drag him upright.
Jake swallowed. “Wh-who-”
“Nat,” the man gasped. “Nat said...” He moaned softly as Jake heaved him over the threshold and closed the door behind him with one more glance around the street.
Jake easily had two inches of height and thirty pounds of muscle on the man, but he grunted as he half-dragged him into the living room. He nearly collided with Chris, whose wide green eyes went wider as he looked the man up and down.
“Who, who, who is—”
“I don’t know,” Jake growled. “Go get some towels from the linen closet. Bring them to the living room, Chris.”
Chris didn’t hesitate before turning to dash to the closet in the hall, stacked to the ceiling with blankets, sheets and towels.
The man staggered beside Jake as he helped him into the living room. Jake adjusted his grip around the man’s waist as he stood, waiting for Chris to come back with the towels. The man’s legs shook under him and sweat broke out on his forehead as he sagged against Jake. Chris appeared with an armload of towels.
“Lay them out on the couch Chris,” Jake said quickly, holding the man tighter around the waist. Chris bounced forward as he laid one towel out over the cushions, then another, then another. He chewed his lip as he looked up at Jake, his curtain of copper-colored hair falling over one eye.
Jake gently eased the man down onto the couch, grimacing as he sucked in a breath through his teeth. The man slumped back against the cushions, pressing a hand to his side, where a bloom of red was soaking through his shirt. When Jake pulled his hand away, he realized it was coated with blood.
“Chris, go upstairs,” Jake said through his teeth. “Now. Get Antoni and stay in your room.”
Chris looked up at Jake with wide eyes. “B-but-”
“Now,” Jake snapped, without meaning to. Chris’s eyes went wide with fear and he scampered up the stairs without a look back.
Jake cursed himself and turned back to face the stranger lying slumped on the couch. He was staring up at him with pain-glazed eyes, his skin a shade paler than it had been a minute ago.
Jake ground his teeth together. “Are you putting my rescues in danger?” he said softly, only too aware of the threat in his words.
“I d-don’t think so,” the man breathed. “Please. I… I don’t need to stay for, for very long. Just long enough to… stop the bleeding. I’m sorry, I… Nat said if things went sideways I could, could come here and—”
“What went sideways?” Jake rasped, his hands curling into fists.
The man heaved out a bitter laugh. “What’s left of our op,” he said heavily. “T-trying to free a shipment of new—” He swallowed hard, darkness passing over his face. “—rescues. Or, they would be if I…” The man squeezed his eyes shut. “If I hadn’t fucked it up…”
“Wait.” Jake stared at the man. “Are you… pet lib?”
Another bitter laugh. “If you could call it that. I didn’t liberate shit this time.” The man’s face crumpled, and for a moment his eyes shone with tears.
Jake’s throat bobbed. “Did… What happened?” He shook himself, as if remembering what he was doing. “What can I do?”
The man groaned. “I need… I mean, I’m guessing you don’t have any suture kits?” Jake shook his head. “Shit.” The man chewed his lip. “Butterfly closures?”
Jake nodded slowly. “Probably?” he croaked. He cleared his throat. “Do you need… water, or something?”
The man breathed a sigh of relief. “Yeah,” he rasped. “Water would be, would be good. And isopropyl. Maybe some bandages. I don’t think I can take a shower before I get these stitched up, but—” He moved to get up.
“No,” Jake said in a rush, moving quickly towards the kitchen. “Just… sit tight.” He went to the kitchen and took down a cup to fill with water. He winced as Jake’s hand smeared the man’s blood on the glass. He washed his hand in the sink before he grabbed the glass and filled it to the brim with water.
When he went back into the living room, the man was leaned forward, breathing hard, whimpering with each exhale. When the man heard Jake enter the room he sat up slightly, clenching his jaw until he didn’t make a sound. Jake’s hand shook as he handed the glass to the man. He drained it immediately.
“Let me help you to the bathroom,” Jake said, reaching down to help the man up from the couch. The man moaned softly as he staggered to his feet, pressing his hand to his side. He limped along beside Jake, and Jake had no doubt the man was hiding the worst of his pain.
“What’s your name, anyway?” Jake said, glancing at the man sidelong. The man’s face was twisted with pain, his skin slick with sweat.
“Isaac,” the man gasped, sighing with relief as Jake walked him into the bathroom and helped him lean on the sink. “Isaac Moore.”
#Athena whumps Ash#honor bound#jake the shelter guy#Chris the strawberry blonde romantic#whump#worried caretaker#Ash/Athena crossover#BBU#implied pet whump tw#blood tw#self hatred tw#Isaac's self-loathing#as Ash said#it's not Isaac without some self-hatred#I love these two boys#it was fun to see them play off each other#Isaac of course would be involved with pet lib#and you'll see why in the next drabble
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isaac went to college and became a fratboy pt. 3
you invite isaac back to your apartment, and one thing leads to another. pt. 1 pt. 2
to listen while you read: afterthought - joji | yeah right - joji | somebody else - the 1975
It was in the middle of December when I saw Isaac again. Finals were coming up and I was barely hanging on to my last shred of sanity as I walked to the library. Under a gloomy, overcast sky, I spotted Isaac sitting on a bench under a tree at the opposite end of the sidewalk. He was hunched over an open textbook in his lap. The sight of him was a jolt to my nervous system. It made me stop in my tracks.
I remembered the food court, the last time I saw him. That day, I had met his friends, Scott, Theo, and Liam. We ate lunch together. It wasn’t as horrible as I thought it would be, but I could hardly look in Isaac’s direction, not without being reminded of what he had done at his party, protecting me from my drunk toxic ex, sleeping with me, then kicking me out of his house, all in one night. And then trying to hook up with me again.
My mind spun with memories of him, and Isaac flipped another page in his textbook, pushing his glasses higher up his nose. I had never seen him wear glasses before. He reached down for something. His hand dipped into a small plastic tupperware container. He pulled out a strawberry and took a bite out of the pointy crimson bespeckled tip.
In the moment, looking at him, I found it hard to muster up the hatred I felt for him a few weeks ago. Right now, I almost felt fond. Seeing Isaac this way, reading and eating fruit, simply just existing without all the pretense of the guy he always seemed like he was trying to be, the carefree fratboy who guys wanted to be and girls just wanted. Like this, he didn’t seem so bad. He looked like the rest of us, just a struggling college student trying to make it out of this hellhole in one piece.
He looked stressed. His foot was bouncing up and down and his eyebrows were scrunched in concentration. I started to notice other things. The wrinkles in his shirt, the stubble of hair on his face that was usually shaven clean. He looked slightly thinner, his cheekbones more prominent than before. He still looked handsome, just hollowed out, like a faded painting of his former radiance. Something was missing. Something was wrong.
I could’ve walked away. I could’ve continued walking to the library as I had originally intended to cram for my final. Instead I found myself walking towards Isaac.
I stopped in front of him. He didn’t seem to notice my presence hovering near him.
“Hey,” I said. He looked up, his furrowed brows smoothing into slight surprise as we locked eyes, then evened out into a neutral expression.
“Hi,” he simply replied. I was half-expecting some sort of witty retort or suggestive remark. The usual.
“Hey,” I said again, repeating myself like an idiot. “Um, I was just walking to the library and I saw you,” I confessed, answering a question that hadn’t been asked. I felt the need to explain my presence. It seemed like it wasn’t really welcomed.
“Cool,” he said flatly.
“Yeah…” I trailed off. I tried not to internalize Isaac’s cold shoulder, but it made me wonder if he was mad at me. Was it because I had ignored his texts and avoided him? Considering how he treated me, that was justified. I felt a little indignant at the idea that after everything, he could be angry at me, the victim.
I anxiously tapped my fingers against my leg, inwardly debating whether I should just leave now and save myself further embarrassment in this one-sided conversation. Or follow my gut and stay.
“Um, listen,” Isaac said after a few seconds, “I really need to study for a final I have tomorrow.”
My face burned at his indirect dismissal. I nodded, muttered an apology, and turned on my heel to leave. And then changed my mind and stayed put.
“Are you okay?” I blurted out.
Isaac seemed a little startled by the question. “Uh yeah, I’m fine. Why?”
“I don’t know, you just don’t seem like your usual self.”
Isaac shrugged. “Finals stress. End of the semester bullshit. You know how it is.”
I gingerly sat down on the bench across from him. “I do... but this seems like something else. Look, I know it’s not my business-”
“Yeah,” Isaac interrupted, “it’s not. So why are you asking? You’ve been ignoring me for weeks. Why do you suddenly care if I’m okay?”
I winced. “I… don’t know,” I answered honestly. “I just do.” Isaac’s accusatory expression softened.
A gust of wind swept by, leaving in its trail a cluster of yellow and orange leaves flurrying in the air. Isaac shivered. Goosebumps rose along his exposed arms. I noticed he didn’t have a jacket with him.
I checked the time on my phone. It was almost sundown. The temperature was supposed to drop to near freezing temperatures tonight. In that moment, I didn’t understand what came over me, but he just looked too unwell to leave by himself out in the cold. He reminded me of the stray cats I saw meandering the campus. I carried cat food in the trunk of my car to feed them. This felt like the same kind of situation.
I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “It’s freezing out here. Do you want to come to my apartment for some tea?”
I mentally smacked myself. I didn’t know where the tea thing came from. It felt like I needed to add something to the invitation, so that it wasn’t just me out in the open, making myself available for rejection. This way, he would be rejecting the tea, not me.
But he didn’t. Instead, he blinked, and said, “Yes, I’d like that.”
*~*~*
The bus ride and subsequent walk to my apartment was spent in tense silence. I wondered if he was thinking what I was thinking, that I couldn’t believe we were actually on my way to my apartment right now, that this was the longest we’d ever gone without fighting, that there were so many things left unsaid between us that it was suffocating.
The truth was, I still thought about it every day, the night we slept together. I thought about his lips, his hands, his eyes, all of it. I had tried so hard to forget about him. Ignoring his texts and his lingering gaze in class wasn’t easy. I actually missed our stupid arguments. I missed sitting next to him during lecture. I missed him.
And here we were, the both of us acting like nothing had happened. If anyone saw us, they would just think we were two regular college students who knew each other from class. They would think we were friends. I turned the key into my lock and opened the door to my apartment. I gestured for Isaac to walk in.
“Sorry for the mess,” I said as I followed suit and saw the dirty dishes in the sink and random paper and books and sweaters and shoes strewn across the common area.
“It’s okay,” he said, sitting down at the kitchen counter and setting his bag on the flat surface. “I live with 15 guys. My house is a million times worse.”
I stood awkwardly in the kitchen for a few moments before I remembered why I invited Isaac here. Tea. I reached into one of the wooden shelves in the kitchen and pulled out the collection of assorted tea bags curated by me and my roommate, who I was really glad wasn’t here right now. To my relief, she had a shift at work this evening and would not be home any time soon. I had told her all about Isaac and I would never be able to face her again if she walked in and saw him drinking tea in our apartment.
“Okay. Would you like chamomile, turmeric ginger, hibiscus, earl grey, or green tea?” I asked Isaac.
“Chamomile please.”
Grabbing a small metal pot, I poured in two cups of water and set it on the stove to boil. I leaned against the counter nearby, staring down at the white linoleum tiles, unsure of what to say.
“Why did you invite me up here?” Isaac asked quietly. He sounded nervous.
I didn’t know why I was expecting him not to ask. I didn’t have an answer prepared. Sleep deprived and anxious, I didn’t have the energy to try to make up a lie.
“Honestly, you looked really cold and sad and I didn’t know what else to do,” I said, inwardly cringing at how pathetic I sounded. Isaac probably thought it was hilarious, the way I went out of my way to be nice to him after the way he treated me. “I guess I’m just really sleep deprived or something. I wasn’t really thinking when I asked you to come here. You can leave if this feels too weird.”
Isaac didn’t respond after a few seconds, so I turned back to the stove and focused on the boiling water in an attempt to hide the redness stringing my cheeks from embarrassment. A couple minutes passed. It was time to start steeping the tea. I poured the hot water into two ceramic green mugs. In one, I put a chamomile tea bag for Isaac. In mine, a turmeric ginger. I handed Isaac his tea.
As my fingers clasped the handles of the mug, Isaac broke the silence. “Thank you.”
I paused before taking a sip of my tea. “You’re welcome. I hope you like it.”
“I didn’t just mean for the tea. For asking me to come here. For… for seeing me out there today,” he said. “For really seeing me.”
A part of me preened at his words. Another part of me was concerned. Isaac was being uncharacteristically sentimental.
“Isaac,” I said gently, “what’s going on? Seriously.”
Isaac took a sip of his tea. He stared into the marble of my kitchen counter. He had this empty look in his eyes, like his mind had checked out and drifted off to somewhere else, far away from here.
“My dad died,” he said.
Suddenly, it all made sense, his lackluster appearance and how quiet he was being.
“I’m so sorry for your loss,” I said. Isaac nodded in acknowledgment. I internally debated whether I should press the topic, in the end deciding to go ahead. I doubted I would get the chance to ask again. “Do you… want to talk about it?”
Isaac shrugged. “There’s not a lot to say. We weren’t close. I couldn’t even speak at his funeral. He wasn’t a good guy.” Isaac’s voice sounded mechanical, completely devoid of emotion.
“I see. How did he die?” I asked.
“Car accident. Drunk driver.”
“Fuck,” I whispered.
Isaac chuckled, but the sound was devoid of any humor or joy. “Yeah. You know what’s fucked up? A part of me is actually glad he’s dead.”
I took another steadying breath. “You are?”
“Yeah. Dead people can’t hurt you,” Isaac said casually.
“Isaac,” I breathed.
“You probably think it’s awful, right? Me saying I’m glad my dad is dead.”
I set my tea down and walked over to him and hesitated a bit before gently touching his forearm.
“I don’t think it’s awful,” I said. Isaac looked up swiftly, his eyes searching mine for something. “Parents aren’t saints, and most of them put their kids through awful shit. I believe you when you say your dad wasn’t a good person. My parents aren’t good people either. I don’t know what your dad did to you and you don’t have to tell me but… I understand.”
Isaac held my gaze for a few more seconds before he looked away. I could’ve sworn I heard him sniffle, but I could’ve been wrong. Then, he laughed a little.
“I really wasn’t expecting you to say that. I didn’t think you’d get it,” he said.
“Why not?”
“I dunno. You just don’t seem like the type to wish death on anyone, especially not your parents. You just seem too good and wholesome for that.”
I snorted. “Good and wholesome, wow. Is that really how you see me?”
“Of course.” The corner of his mouth lifted upwards the slightest bit into a grin. “You’re the opposite of me.”
“Is that why you hate me?”
His grin faltered. “You really think I hate you?”
“Yeah? Isn’t that why you kicked me out that night?” I asked before I lost the nerve.
Isaac’s lips parted slightly in what looked like surprise. An understandable reaction. I wasn’t planning on bringing it up. It just slipped out. I was always doing things unexpectedly when I was around him. It was unnerving.
“I… I’m sorry about that,” he said. I could hear the sincerity in his voice.
“Why did you do it?” I pressed, trying to keep my voice neutral and mask any traces of hurt.
“I dunno. I just figured it would be easier that way. We could just go back to hating each other afterwards. Go back to normal.”
“You wanted to go back to that?” I asked. “Do you like that, fighting all the time?” I held back a laugh at the thought that I wasn’t the only one who had missed our constant bickering.
Isaac shrugged. “It’s just what we do, isn’t it? You didn’t like me from the moment you saw me. It’s the only way we know how to be. If I hadn’t done that, if I hadn’t been a dick to you, things would’ve been weird between us.”
“So you were a dick to me to reestablish our dynamic?” I asked.
“Kinda, yeah.”
“I see. Well, if you were afraid of our dynamic being ruined, why did you fuck me in the first place?”
Isaac winced, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“Sorry. I just felt like one of us should say it. Kept tiptoeing around it,” I muttered.
“Yeah.” Isaac scratched the back of his head. “Well, it takes two, doesn’t it? I could ask you the same question. Why did you fuck me?”
I balked at his attempt to deflect. “I asked you first.”
And just like that, here we were again, the initial stages of fighting: childish bickering. Almost back to normal.
Isaac’s face broke into a grin. “What do you want me to say? I fucked you cause I wanted to. I’ve wanted you since we met, and I knew you wanted me too.”
I scoffed. “If you do say so yourself,” I said, my brain reeling from the fact that he just confessed he wanted me for that long.
He shrugged. “It was inevitable, you and me. I told you that day in class. It’s why we hate each other. You can’t stand that you want someone like me. And I just can’t stand you.” Isaac grinned.
“Oh, thanks,” I said sarcastically. “If I’m so intolerable, why did you come up to my apartment today? You already got what you wanted, didn’t you? You fucked me. You proved your point. So why are you here right now?”
Isaac lifted his mug to his lips and took another sip, his eyes never leaving mine. “You tell me.”
My mouth felt dry all of a sudden, my hands going clammy at the same time.
“I a-already told you,” I said. “You looked cold and sad sitting outside. Like an abandoned puppy. I couldn’t just leave you out there. But you look better now, so maybe we should call it a night. I have to study for a final too.”
“Ah, I should go then, right? Is that what you want?” he sounded calm, unfazed by my attempts to dismiss him. “I’ll do what you say. What do you want?”
It was a simple question, so why did it make my brain short circuit? I’ll do what you say. The words bounced off the walls of my memory like the logos on old school TVs.
“I…” I began, “I want-”
Before I could finish, my front door slammed open, snapping me out of my trance.
“God, it’s fucking freezing,” I heard my roommate’s voice say.
Shit.
“Hey girl,” my roommate Kira greeted. She took her shoes off in the hallway in front of our front door, still unaware that Isaac was here. “Do you want some dinner? I brought home some food from the restaurant-oh.” Kira’s eyes landed on Isaac. “I didn’t realize we had company. Sorry, I’m Kira, and you are?”
Kira extended her hand to Isaac, and he politely returned the gesture. “I’m Isaac.”
A look of realization flashed across Kira’s face and she glanced at me knowingly. “Ah, Isaac. Nice to meet you. Tell me, how do you know my lovely roommate?”
“Okay,” I interjected before Kira could stir the pot. “Kira, can I talk to you in your room for a second?”
“Oh sure! Would love that,” Kira chirped with fake enthusiasm. “Wonderful to meet you Isaac.” She made a little salute gesture at Isaac, who tilted his head quizzically. I promptly dragged Kira to her room by her arm.
“Oh my god can you not,” I whispered harshly once we were behind closed doors.
“What? I’m just in a silly goofy mood, like you are. Otherwise you wouldn’t have brought that clown to our apartment,” Kira said in a sing-song manner, her amusement and disappointment both evident in her mocking tone.
“It’s not what you think. I’ll explain later, okay? But right now, I’m gonna need you to stop being so weird around him. He’s gonna know I told you about us.”
“So what if he knows? You didn’t do anything wrong. You just reported his fatherless behavior.”
I winced at her ill-timed comment. “Kira…”
“What? I’m just saying he’s a fuckboy, aka fatherless behavior.”
“Yeah I know. It’s just, he just told me his dad died recently.”
Kira blinked. “What?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh my god, no fucking way. So that’s why you invited him up here? He went from fuckboy to sadboy and now you feel bad for him?”
“Kind of? I don’t know,” I groaned. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I was so mad at him before, but then I saw him sitting outside today. You didn’t see it Kira. He looked so sad. So yeah, I asked him to come here. And we just started talking. I don’t know. It was actually kinda nice. Like I know he can be such a dick sometimes, and I know I’m being stupid, but sometimes we have these moments where I think maybe there’s, like maybe he’s not all bad. Or maybe even that he… I don’t know.”
Kira sighed. “Darling, he’s sending you mixed signals on purpose. That’s what guys like him do to girls like you. And you’re falling for it.”
My shoulders slumped in defeat. I had no defense. “I… I know. You’re right. But I think I want to keep going anyway. I think this is better. It’s not like with Stiles, where I was naive and never thought he would hurt me, you know? I didn’t know that it would end so badly with him. I didn’t know what kind of person he really was. With Isaac, I know exactly what he is. I know how this ends. So doesn’t that mean I can enjoy it? Like if I mentally prepare myself, I don’t think it’ll break me.”
Kira put her hands on my shoulders. “But why would you want to keep going with someone who you even think might break you? Don’t you think you deserve to be with someone better than that?”
I knew the answer to her question. It was a suspicion that sometimes floated in the back of my mind, but it was the first time I really accepted it. I used to think I was better than Isaac, but the truth was, we were the same. It’s why we couldn’t stay away from each other. He said so himself. We were inevitable.
“Honestly,” I said, “no. I think Isaac is exactly what I deserve.”
Kira’s empathetic expression twisted into something so sad and full of pity that I immediately rushed to qualify my pathetic confession. “I mean, I’m not completely delusional. I’m not in love with him or anything. I’m just attracted to him for some reason. But even if, hypothetically, I was into him and he was a good person and we dated for real, that doesn’t erase the possibility of him hurting me in the end. Technically, anyone I date has the potential to hurt me. It’s just this way, I won’t have to be surprised by the eventual trainwreck.”
“Uh huh,” Kira said flatly. “So what then? You’re not gonna date him, right? You’re just gonna hook up? Be friends with benefits?”
“I think you need to be friends in order to be friends with benefits. And we’re not friends.”
“Right. You’re just casually drinking tea together on a cold winter’s evening and talking about his dead dad. But sure, you’re not friends.”
I blinked. “Well, when you put it like that.”
*~*~*
Isaac tried not to be curious about what you and your roommate were talking about, but it was difficult not to let his mind wander. He wondered if you were talking about him. Your roommate, Kira, had been acting a little weird.
Maybe you had told her about him. Did you tell other people about him? Did you talk about him a lot, or did you try to erase him from your memory? Did your semi-drunken hookup from weeks ago mean anything to you? Did he mean anything to you?
It was strange. Isaac wasn’t the type to worry about what girls thought about him, especially not ones that seemed to hate him. He wasn’t sure when it happened. He tried to trace back the moment when you first occupied a permanent spot in his mind, but the memories blurred together, a collection of moments that involved being on the receiving end of your biting words and judgmental glances.
Regardless of when it happened, you were living rent free in his head. So he figured the solution was to sleep with you. Fuck you out of his system. In a shocking turn of events, his plan backfired.
Before you slept together, it was like a zap of electricity every time he saw you, a spark that made him want to get close to you. His usual flirting didn’t work, so he resorted to antagonizing you a little. It was the only way you would pay attention to him. It was childish, but it felt like the only way he could unravel you.
Having that night with you made things worse. Afterwards, it was like you were haunting him, his very own ever-present specter, teasing him with the memories of something incredible that he couldn’t have again. Now that he knew what you felt like, what you tasted like, what you looked like when you were coming undone for him, he longed for more.
Isaac was self aware enough to acknowledge his role in his own demise. Kicking you out so abruptly after you had sex was too harsh. It wasn’t just because he wanted to reestablish the dynamic. Your words had stung that night. He had just gone out on a limb to defend you against Stiles, and you threw it in his face, accusing him of having ulterior motives. For once, that wasn’t the case.
Pissing off Stiles was great, but that wasn’t why he intervened. As hard as it was to admit, even though you hated him, Isaac still wanted to help you. He wanted to protect you. But he wasn’t going to tell you that. And the status quo thing wasn’t a total lie. He was worried that things would be awkward. Or you might think he had feelings for you or something.
Which he didn’t. Isaac definitely did not have feelings for you, despite what Scott and Theo thought.
That day in the cafeteria, Theo and Scott had both asked for your number, and you agreed without a moment of hesitation, which made Isaac wonder why it was so easy for them, and so hard for him to get close to you. When you left, Isaac told the guys not to text you. They laughed at him and called him a simp. He rolled his eyes and told them they were wrong. He told them it was just because you were hot and he wanted to fuck you again. Theo and Scott didn’t look the least bit convinced, but whatever. They were wrong.
Isaac had initially leaned on his usual moves to rekindle your interest, sending texts and suggestive pictures, but you left him on read. He tried to spark conversation in class and provoke you like he used to, but you ignored him. Eventually you avoided him altogether. That day in the cafeteria was the first time he had any contact with you in weeks, and you spent the whole time flirting with his friends. It drove him crazy.
But all his yearning came to a screeching halt when his dad died. No matter how many times he told himself that he was fine, it had still broken him. The passing of his father, combined with the end of semester stress was enough to take his mind off you.
Like most hard feelings, Isaac handled them the best way he knew how: sex. You weren’t the only girl around who could give him what he needed. He tried to hook up with other girls, even the ones who were always down and always felt good, but it didn’t help as well as it used to. Having a different girl every night used to be fun, but now it just felt hollow and meaningless and left him feeling numb. There were a few times when he found his mind drifting to thoughts of you, the sound of your soft moans and the look on your pretty face when you came. That helped a little. Nowhere near the real thing though.
After a while when it became clear that you were done with him, he accepted that it was over, and it was all his fault. He deserved it. He deserved all of it. Shitty dead dad, shitty meaningless hookups, shitty grades that he was desperately trying to salvage at the very last moments of the semester.
The past few months had humbled him. Isaac wasn’t doing well. He wasn’t sleeping. He didn’t have much of an appetite. He hadn’t been taking care of himself. He was depressed and anxious and on a Wednesday evening while he was cramming for his final, the last thing he expected was for you to walk up to him and ask him to come over to your apartment for tea.
A second chance. It was a cold cloudy day, but in that moment, it felt like warm sunlight shining down on him.
And now he was here, in your apartment. He didn’t expect it to go like this, the both of you just quietly drinking tea and talking about his dad, whose death he hadn’t even told Scott about, his best friend. He didn’t know how he ended up here, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that things were back to normal, which for you meant bickering like schoolchildren, or like an old married coupl-
No. Not that.
It’s not like seeing you meant that he was healed all of a sudden. It took a lot of willpower for him not to bolt on the way to your apartment. He wasn’t sure if he could handle being alone with you. He knew he didn’t look well. It had been a while since he had the mental energy to care about his appearance. All of a sudden, there you were, standing in front of him, beautiful as ever, and it made him want to crawl into a hole and hide.
He wasn’t lying when he told you that you could really see him. There were parts of him that he tried to hide behind his bravado and the stories he told because he was afraid people wouldn’t like him otherwise. You saw through all that somehow.
He wasn’t planning on telling you about his dad. It just slipped out. He wasn’t sure why he told you. A part of him was looking for comfort. Another part of him wanted to see if you actually gave a shit. He wasn’t used to that. People idolized him, people desired him, but people didn’t really care about him.
He used to believe that you hated him, but he found himself questioning whether that was really true. After all, you had invited him to come over even after all the shit he put you through. It wouldn’t be the first time a girl’s come back for more after Isaac treated them like they were disposable. There was a certain type of girl that loved that sort of dynamic, the insecure ones with daddy issues.
Isaac knew that you weren’t one of them. He knew you only approached him because you were a good person. He preened under your care and attention. The fact that someone like you could want someone like him, in any way, even if it was just pity, or physical attraction if he was lucky, was enough to make him feel he wasn’t completely hopeless.
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After Kira promised multiple times that she wouldn’t say anything incriminating around Isaac anymore, I let her out. She promptly announced that she would be eating dinner and watching TV in the living room, a plan she concocted to give me an excuse to invite Isaac to my room.
“Hey,” I greeted Isaac nervously.
“Hey. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. Sorry about that. Just needed to talk to Kira about some stuff. Um listen, she’s gonna be out here for awhile. Do you want to hang out and study in my room? Just so it’ll be quieter.”
“Sure,” Isaac agreed. “For the quiet.”
“Yep. Love the quiet.” I replied lamely. He smiled. It was clear Isaac knew exactly what was going on. Wonderful.
“After you,” he said, his backpack hanging off one shoulder.
“Right.” I led him to my room, passing the sofa Kira was sitting on. She winked and blew a kiss as I closed the door behind us.
Once Isaac and I were inside my bedroom, I started to feel nervous. I was operating on instinct at this point, listening to my body’s cues and ignoring the warnings in my brain telling me this was a stupid idea and I would probably regret whatever was going to happen. Me and Isaac alone in a bedroom never amounted to anything good.
Isaac stood in the middle of my room, looking around.
“So, this is your room,” he stated.
“Yep. This is it.”
In the corner of my eye, I saw a piece of incriminating pink fabric slung over the side of my laundry hamper. Never in my life had I sprung to action so quickly. Bolting to the opposite side of my room, I scrambled to tuck my hot pink underwear underneath the pile of used clothes inside the hamper, and then stuck the whole thing inside my closet, slamming the door shut.
Isaac blinked. “Um.”
I smiled tight-lipped. “Just erase the last three seconds from your memory.”
He chuckled. “Done.”
Isaac continued to scan the premises. “Is that a stuffed animal?” He pointed to the stack of pillows at my headboard, in front of which was my favorite plushie, a fat cylindrical angry-looking shiba inu. I felt a twinge of embarrassment as Isaac walked over and picked it up.
“This thing is an absolute unit,” he said, turning it around and looking at it from different angles.
“Yes he is,” I said. I walked over and took the plushie from Isaac, hugging it to my chest. Isaac tilted his head and looked at me with a look in his eyes that I couldn’t decipher. “What? Don’t judge me. He’s soft and cute.”
Isaac chuckled. “Do you sleep with him?”
I shrugged. “Sometimes.”
“Cute.”
My breath hitched in my throat. I made a feeble attempt to realign my tilted brain, reminding myself that he probably wasn’t even being sincere. He just knew this was what girls wanted to hear. This was all part of his game. I had invited him into my room. Naturally, he would flirt with me.
“Whatever,” I muttered eloquently.
I placed the plushie back on my bed and sat down on the edge of my mattress. Isaac sat next to me.
I could feel his eyes on me, staring intently.
“What?” I said, feeling self-conscious under the heat of his gaze.
The edge of Isaac’s lips lifted upwards into a half-smile. “I just can’t believe I’m in your room right now.”
“Me either.”
“I’m glad I’m here,” he said softly. “I thought you would never speak to me again. I would deserve it if you didn’t.”
Here it was again, another uncharacteristically sentimental confession. “You keep doing that,” I said.
“Doing what?”
“You keep saying these things to me that I don’t know how to handle. You didn’t use to be like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like, all mushy and sincere. You’re different.”
Isaac shrugged. “I guess life really humbled me these past few months.” He stared down at his shoes. “I can’t be talking my usual shit when I look like actual shit.”
Self deprecation. That was new. “You don’t look that bad.” He really didn’t. He was one haircut and some sun exposure away from reverting back to his former self.
He laughed. “Yes I do. Would you have hooked up with me if I looked like this at my party?”
The question caught me off guard. “What? I’m not into you just for your looks,” I muttered.
“So you are into me.”
I balked. “Wha-? That’s not what I meant. I was just trying to say that looks are not all that matter about a person and I’m not shallow like that and-ugh. Just forget it. Life clearly hasn’t humbled you enough,” I mumbled in annoyance.
Isaac laughed again. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop. I just like seeing you flustered.”
I scoffed. “I am not flustered.”
“No?” Isaac scooted the slightest bit closer to me, the weight of his hand making the mattress dip between us, making me tip over a little in his direction. “Then why can’t you even look at me right now?”
He wasn’t wrong. Looking at him felt like an impossible task at the moment. We weren’t in a dimly lit corner of a frat house and I didn’t have a layer of alcohol to protect me from the intensity of the moment or use as an excuse to justify anything he made me feel. Having Isaac in my bed, even a broken version of him, was still a lot for my sober brain to process.
All my senses were on high alert, and when Isaac moved closer to me and kissed my shoulder, it made my heart rate accelerate.
“Isaac,” I breathed, unable to suppress the quiver in my voice as he continued slowly kissing the side of my neck, his warm breath washing over my sensitive skin.
“Hm?” He moved aside the strap of my tank top and kissed my exposed skin there. He was kissing me so softly, his lips almost hovering over my skin. It was driving me crazy. I wove my fingers through his hair and brought him closer, angling my face away to expose more of my neck to him.
He chuckled, tracing his mouth along my neck. He kissed me behind my ear, lingering there, his hand cradling the side of my head and holding me in place, his fingers woven through my hair.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he said softly, his lips against the shell of my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. He grabbed my waist and maneuvered me so that I was sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arms around my midsection and held me close against him, his mouth against my sternum. I could feel the outline of his dick pressing into my thigh. “If you want me to stop, please tell me,” he said. “I want you so bad I can’t even think straight anymore.”
His words, the strain of desperation in his voice, his strong arms locked around me, all of it was making my head spin. I somehow managed to find my voice.
“I want this, Isaac,” I said.
“I love the way my name sounds when you say it. I want you to moan it, okay? Over and over for me when I fuck you.”
And that was enough to make me abandon my last modicum of restraint. I ducked down to kiss him. Isaac didn’t waste any time reciprocating, his lips hungrily devouring my moans as his hand slid up my thigh. His other hand held the back of my neck and held me in place. His mouth trailed downwards, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, then my chest.
“Can I take this off?” he asked, his fingers pinching the hem of my tank top. After I nodded in agreement, he peeled the garment over my head, leaving me in my bra. Isaac wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his face into my chest. He lingered there for a few moments, between my breasts, and even that turned me on. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, raking my nails lightly against his scalp.
I kissed Isaac’s temple. He pulled away, kissing my sternum before looking up at me.
“What?” I asked.
He shook his head and smiled. “Nothing. I just can’t believe I’m doing this with you right now.”
Isaac’s hand reached around, his fingers lightly tracing my spine right below my bra clasp, sending shivers through my body. I exhaled a shaky breath as he pulled at the clasp and it swiftly came undone, the straps falling down my arms as my breasts became exposed to Isaac.
He pulled the bra straps all the way down my arms and threw the garment to the side. He placed his hands on the sides of my ribcage, his thumbs at the center, sliding upwards, stopping right underneath my breasts. He looked at my chest for about three seconds, and it was three seconds too long.
“Isaac,” I whined, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I don’t mean to make you self-conscious. It’s just that. You’re perfect.”
I was too stunned to speak. This was so different from last time. That night, we were intoxicated and angry and everything was hard and fast and operating from a place of unfettered desire, hungry for more more more. This time, every touch and every glance was so careful. That is to say, it was full of care, gentle attention placed into every movement. I didn’t think it would be like this. I didn’t think he would take his time with me like this.
He gently clasped my wrists and moved my arms aside. Leaning forward, he took my right nipple into his mouth, his tongue softly stroking the sensitive nub. He used his thumb to rub my other nipple. I wove my fingers through his hair and threw my head back at the sensations that traveled through my body.
Isaac pulled away. “I want you to lay back for me,” he said softly.
I extracted my arms from around his shoulders and crawled backwards on my mattress until I reached the pillows. As I laid my head down, Isaac took his shirt off. I swallowed at the sight of him. He was still beautiful, but it was different from before.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. As he crawled forward and hovered over me, I ran my hands across his body, his shoulders that were slightly less broad, traced my fingers over his chest. He clasped my hand and stopped me.
“What?” I said gently.
He shook his head. “Please don’t.”
“Why?” I asked, but I knew. He expressed it already. He was self-conscious. I wished I could tell him it wasn’t his fault. I wished I could say that grief is not kind to anyone, and despite it, he still looked beautiful.
The words died in my throat when he brought my hand up to his lips and kissed the back of my knuckles, and then kissed me. He kissed down my body and peeled off my jeans, and then my underwear. He kissed the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, sucking at the skin a little. It made me cry out in pain and pleasure. He finally put his mouth where I needed it most.
He worked me with his tongue and his fingers, teasing and tasting and prodding until I was coming and quivering under the forearm he was using to hold me down.
When he was finally sheathed inside me, he buried his face into the crook of my neck, my arms beside me, our fingers clasped. He was going slow, each time pulling all the way out and then surging forward fast. I could feel every inch of him against my walls like this. It felt so good it made me delirious.
“Isaac, ah,” I yelped as he snapped his hips into me. “That’s so good, just like that.”
“Yeah? You like that?” he mumbled into my ear. He repeated his movement once more, twice, three times, and then stopped, staying in place this time, buried deep inside me. The feeling of him so close to me, over my skin and under it, his body heavy over mine. It was so intimate. It was nothing like last time.
“God,” I whimpered. “Isaac, please.”
“That’s good, baby. Keep saying my name.”
I did. I couldn’t help it, not with the way he started rutting into me, his movements faster but still measured. He dipped down and sucked my right nipple, and at the same time used his thumb to rub my clit.
“Fuck,” I whispered as my back arched off the bed. I felt Isaac come at the same time as he held me against him, his hand cradling the back of my head as he kissed me through my orgasm.
Afterwards, he laid down beside me. I stared at the ceiling, waiting for my breathing to stabilize. I looked over at Isaac.
He was smiling.
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#isaac lahey#daniel sharman#isaac lahey imagine#daniel sharman smut#daniel sharman imagine#this is very different from the first part so i hope you still like it !#honestly i was a very different person when i wrote part 1#literally like 3 years ago#i couldn't keep that same chaotic horknee energy because i am not that girl anymore lmao
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Y/N L/N as Sin of Lust.
Lust is based on the excessive presence of sexual thoughts and possessive thoughts related to other people, whether they are close or not.
"First, you need to get rid of that negative attitude of yours."
Dylan O'brien as Sebastian Smith, Sin of Sloth
Sloth lies in the inability of a person to do or accept something. A sin that is based on lack of maturity and that tends to harm other people when it comes to doing it.
"When you feel like you can't win and no one is around to support you, just say these magic words: I am more powerful than any of the other seven deadly sins!
Jensen Ackles as Isaac Martin, Sin of Gluttony
Gluttony is identified with craving and gluttony. That is, the excessive consumption of food or drink that can also include selfishness that affects interpersonal relationships. Some destructive behaviors that are based on abuse.
"Dead people don't need explanations."
Bill Skarsgård as Denis Skarsgård, Sin of Envy
Envy is simply having the continuous desire to possess what another has in their power. On many occasions, this becomes an obsessive disorder that can lead to multiple
"Definitely one day I'll make you mine"
Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Carim Melnik, Sin of Wrath
Wrath has to do with anger and hatred towards others. A feeling as aggressive as it is dangerous that can cause irreversible damage such as homicide. Discrimination and sexual abuse it is also part of the sin of wrath.
"What does it matter if you fail once or twice? I don't even know how many times I've failed to control my anger."
Zane Holtz as Adam Ivanov, Sin of Greed
Greed is a capital sin that bases its maxim on selfishness. That is, obtaining wealth, mostly material, in order to keep it without sharing anything with others. The people who feel greed can also spend all their wealth at any time without having someone else to do so.
"All that talk made me sleepy."
Emma Roberts as Elvira Popa, Sin of Pride
Pride is based on that uncontrollable desire to always try to be or appear better than others. That is, believing oneself physically and intellectually superior than other people. A sin that results from the overvaluation of the personal self.
"Can I interpret your silence as a yes?"
David Tennant as Crowley
"Thank you seven deadly sins, you are my eternal goal"
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Hate
Summary: you and isaac hate each other and the others finally have enough of you so they lock you in his room.
Pairing: Isaac Lahey and Reader
Word Count: 2441
Warning: smut
A.N: i actually really like this one lol
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You let out a groan, glaring at Isaac from across the room. You saw Stiles roll his eyes out the corner of your eye, but you honestly could bring yourself to care because, for the second time in the last hour, you were five seconds away from putting a wolfsbane bullet in Isaac’s head.
“Why don’t you just keep your fucking opinions to yourself?” You snarled viciously as you shot up from the sofa in the Derek’s loft.
“How about you keep your excessively painted lips shut!” Isaac snapped back causing Scott to let out a groan as if watching this caused him psychical pain.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You growled in anger.
“Shutting up- definition being told to shut up means to hold back your words and happily keep them to your fucking self!” Isaac huffed sarcastically.
“No, I meant, why bring up my lipstick what does this have to do with anything!?” You grumbled resentfully. You loved the lipstick you were wearing; it was a dark red and it made your lips look fuller than what they actually were. You were also wearing your signature: a pair of distressed shorts, a shirt that’s far too big to be yours (probably stole it off Derek as he had the best clothing style out of the boys) and black combat boots.
“I mean it’s a pack meeting and your dress up like somebody’s whore! It’s off-putting in the most disgusting way.” Isaac laughed but as soon as the words left his mouth a switch was flipped in your head.
You were quite well-known for your short temper, so when he said this, all you could think about is causing him pain. It didn’t matter that he was a werewolf and you were a human; you would do whatever it took to make him feel as angry as you were in that moment. You tackled him to the floor. He only let out a laugh as he threw you off him before standing up and striding towards you. However, before he could reach you Scott grabbed him while Derek grabbed you.
“Let me go! I’m gonna kill him!” You yelled as you twist and turned in Derek’s arms in an attempt to escape.
“Y/N, calm down!” Scott roared, his eyes flashing red as he stared at you from his spot behind Isaac. It didn’t matter though. His alpha powers don’t work on humans. “Derek and Cora. Lock them in Isaac’s room until they get this out their system.” Scott huffed in annoyance as you tried to flap your arms, hoping Derek would show mercy.
You and Isaac always got into verbal fights; everyone knew that. But it never ended in physically violent altercations, still for some reason today his words just seemed to piss you off more than usual.
Derek carefully put you into the room, not wanting to be yelled at. They all knew how scary you can get when you’re mad. Cora followed suit, throwing Isaac with a lot more aggression than Derek had thrown you. You tried to launch at the open door but before you could they closed it firmly before you heard the clicking of several padlocks.
“We’re gonna go out to have lunch. You guys can just…enjoy each other’s company?” Stiles shouted through the door before walking away.
You let out a frustrated growl as you turned to Isaac. “This is your fault!” You snarled; your mind filled with violent thoughts.
“I hardly think it is! If you weren’t such a bitch all the time we wouldn’t be having this problem!” Isaac retaliated.
“Me? ME!? The whole damn reason why we’re in here is because you called me a whore!” You screamed, getting closer to him.
“Well its true.” Isaac chuckled as he flashed his golden eyes at you.
Without another word you launched at him, effectively tackling him to the ground. You pulled your fist back before bringing it down across his stupidly defined cheekbone. He let out a hiss of pain before reaching up and taking your throat in his hand and flipping you both over, so he was now on top of you, his hand still wrapped around your throat.
You clawed at his hand and arm hoping to rid your throat of the pressure but much to your dismay it seemed rather impossible. His hand wasn’t squeezing but that didn’t mean you felt comfortable enough to have this gorgeous man’s hand round your throat.
“I will only allow you to hit me once, sorry, love.” Isaac growled, his hand tightening around your neck causing you to gasp for air.
“I hate you!” You snapped as you thrashed around underneath him.
“The feelings mutual.” Isaac laughed before staring into your eyes as they darkened.
Silence fell over both of you for what felt like minutes but in reality, it was seconds. Seconds of silence before his eyes drifted to your lips for a millisecond, then his lips were on yours. His hand never loosening around your neck.
But if that wasn’t enough of a shock, you started kissing back, with just as much hostility. There was nothing gentle about this kiss it was full of pure hatred and quite honestly? It was the best kiss you’d ever had. Your hands weaved their way into his hair, pulling at the roots aggressively as your tongue fought for dominance. Which to be perfectly honest was becoming more difficult to keep up. His eyes were hooded with lust as he stared down at you as if waiting for any sign that you wanted him to stop.
“I. Hate. You.” You punched out viciously.
He snarled angrily before bringing his lips down to yours once again. It was just as rough and hate-filled as the last one but that didn’t stop you from returning it. You knew if you told him to stop he would. You hated the fact that it was Isaac Lahey that was making you feel this good.
“That just what I was about to say, Princess.” Isaac growled in annoyance as he pulled away from your lips. As soon as his hand moved from your neck you rolled over, so you were straddling him once again. You smirked down at him as his hand gripped your hips tightly.
“What you gonna do, Isaac? Hmm? You gonna hate fuck me?” You laughed as you leant down brushing your lips against his ear. “You gonna rip my clothes off, pin me to the floor and fuck my tight lit-”
Before you could finish your taunting he sat up and gripped your hair tugging it, so your eyes were now on the ceiling. His actions caused a dirty, dark yet seductive giggle to leave your mouth. He let out a growl as he began biting your neck harshly.
“Come on, Isaac, you can do better than that.” You teased seductively. He let out a feral growl before you felt claws ripping through your shirt. You would be pissed off, but honestly, your only concern was having his skin on yours as he fills you up.
Without another word he stood up, wrapping your legs firmly around his waist before moving to the bed and throwing you down. Once there he ripped away the remanence of your top before pulling your shorts down and off your body. Your kicked off your converse and managed to roll your socks off. No way was you having sex with socks on. Ew.
Isaac gently tugged down your underwear. “Why not just rip them?” You asked.
“Because I happen to know that these are limited edition and your favourite pair.” Isaac huffed but before you could register his words he unclasped your bra and threw it across the room with everything else.
You weren’t ashamed of your body but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel slightly uncomfortable with your naked and Isaac still very much dressed. Choosing to strip him down rather than cover yourself, you began taking off his cardigan before ripping off his top leaving him shirtless. Holy fuck, this man had abs. He quickly took off his jeans and boxers leaving you to stare at his now naked self.
You immediately touch him, making sure to lightly scratch him with your longish nails. He shivered against your touch before he leant down and began pressing kisses and bites down your body. Once he reached his destination he didn’t ease into it choosing instead the viciously assault your clit sucking and biting at it mercilessly.
Your back arched at the sudden pleasure, gripping his hair firmly as you thrust upwards chasing your own pleasure. To your shock he didn’t make a move to stop you, instead, he stuck out his tongue and let you grind against it.
After letting you grind on his tongue for a few seconds he gripped your hips to stop you moving again, causing you to let out a whine of annoyance. You heard him chuckle slightly before you felt two very long fingers enter you, as his mouth went back to roughly sucking on your clit.
“F-Fuck!” You cursed loudly as you felt your stomach tighten at the intensity. “Are you gonna to play with me all day or are you going to fuck me?” You panted, as you tried to stop yourself from reacting the amazing pleasure he was giving you.
He let out a growl before taking out his fingers and kneeling up to look at you with a glare. He gave you smirk that honestly sent shivers down your spine, but before you could ask he thrust three fingers into you roughly.
The slight burn didn’t last long because he suddenly started pushing and rubbing against your special spot. You knew what it was, you’d played with yourself enough times to know where your g-spot is, however, none of your previous one night stands knew how to find it…if they even knew it existed.
“Carry on taunting me and I’ll make you cum so many times, you’ll beg me to stop.” Isaac growled lowly causing you to let out a filthy moan in response. God the things you would let this man do to you right now.
He pulled out his fingers before lifting up your legs and pushing them back as far as your flexibility would allow. He lined himself up before glancing down at you with an unreadable expression you’d never seen on his face, but before you could figure it out. It was gone.
He pushed into you roughly earning a gasp from you as your eyes widened at how big he felt inside of you. You could tell he was big but now he was inside of you, you could feel just how big he really was.
You had never fucked anyone without a condom. Not because you’d get pregnant, since you were on the contraceptive pill, but mostly because of diseases. However, with werewolves, you knew you never had to worry about that.
The feelings of his bare cock inside you was almost enough to have you cumming right then and there. You clung to his arms tightly as he paused, allowing you to adjust to him. After a minute you thrust upwards to test it out, letting out a loud whining sound as you did. He shot you a smirk before gripping the back of your thighs and changing the angle until he seemed satisfied.
He began thrusting into you with firm yet slow thrusts, his cock brushing your g-spot with every thrust he gave. When your moans got higher pitched and slightly louder he began pounding into you. And damn, did it feel incredible.
The more he brushed across that spot, the higher you would moan. Right now you were in the palm of his hands, leaving you open and vulnerable to him. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop as you threw your arms around his neck pulling him down so your lips were against his ear.
“Please Isaac…” You moaned into his ear before you could stop yourself.
He pulled back enough to look at you, his eyes widened in shock as he took in your face. Your eyes were glazed with tears or pure pleasure, your face was flushed, and your breath was heavy and broken with occasional moans escaping your lips. His eyes softened at you sight before his arms let your thighs go and wrapped your legs around his waist.
His arms moved to the side of your head, one forearm supporting him whilst the other curled around your head in what could only be described as an intimate action as his thumb caressed your cheek.
“Okay. Okay, baby, I got you.” Isaac whispered softly before he began thrusting into you with firm slow thrusts.
His forehead rest against yours, his lips occasionally brushing across your cheeks or your lips. His thrusts never faltering, even when you felt yourself begin to tighten around him. You arched against him, your chest pressing together as his thrusts sped up a little.
“Isaac…I’m gonna…” You whined before letting out a whimper.
“I know baby…cum for me.” He whispered in your ear, his hand stroking your hair softly.
His words did everything to finally tip you over the edge, the orgasm was the most powerful one you’d ever had. Your body was shaking as you clamped around his cock, the release itself was enough to soak his shaft and dampen the bed sheets.
“S-Shit Y/N!” He groaned huskily against your neck as his thrust finally lost their rhythm as he came inside of you earning a moan of approval from you. After a few more thrusts he stopped and looked up at you with tired yet satisfied eyes.
Silence fell over your both as you stared into each other’s eyes. Neither of you knew what to say. No one knew how to end this scene or how to start the much need conversation. You were both stuck but honestly, even if you tried to move you couldn’t because your body was still shaking and twitching from your orgasm.
Isaac noticed this and began caressing your left shoulder with his right hand. As if trying to calm your body down from its post-orgasmic bliss. He leant down, his eyes never leaving yours before pressing the softest most careful kiss you’d ever felt on your lips.
“I don’t hate you.” He muttered timidly against your lips.
“Eh, I guess you’re not the worst.” You responded with a smirk.
He stared into your eyes with a smile as he finally kissed you passionately as if he’d waited his entire life for this moment.
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mmm hmmmm thinking about my blorbo Isaac Ramos tonight,, this got too long oh no
His plot was inspired by a Lord Huron song, so basically he’s an ex-outlaw that settled down with his wife and they had a daughter. Years later, the government sends bounty hunters to kill him, because they’ve been hunting down other outlaws and the members of his gang he used to run with. Instead of just killing only him, they shoot both his wife and daughter and try to dispose of their bodies. There’s a New Vegas scenario that Isaac was too angry to stay dead even though he got shot in the head.
Now, I’m not a big fan of the “widower goes on a killing spree” but it is fun to play around with this concept. He doesn’t immediately go after the bounty hunters, but properly buries the bodies of his family, then stays at his house for a couple of days, just sitting and trying to comprehend what had happened to him and his family. Eventually, his anger gets the better of him and he grabs his old outlaw garb and all the guns he hid around the house. He knows he can’t do it alone, so he tries to get in touch with the other ex-members and finds out only three of them are alive, four with Isaac. Only two join him, though, the last guy succumbed to alcoholism and is too depressed to help him.
Now this is where I spin this trope around a little - Isaac’s “revenge” is a very bumpy road, because he often finds himself doubting that it will make him feel better and almost bails out of his plan a few times. He’s not your typical action protagonist man avenging his family that mindlessly shoots people. He actually thinks about the consequences of his actions, he wants to get to the bounty hunters and the people that hired them without killing other people that might get involved in this mess. He doesn’t want a bloodbath, even though he was one of the most feared gunslingers back in his gang days, he left the gang because he was sick of the constant violence and hated the man he became. The fact that he found himself squeezing information out of people by threatening them or beating them and slipping back into his old self doesn’t sit right with him. Which is another reason why he isn’t so sure about this whole revenge thing.
Spoiler but not really - he does get his revenge with the other two members alive, but he breaks down after that, because after weeks of chasing the people that killed his family, he just feels tired and wanted it to be over. Though he did want to look into the eyes of the men that killed his loved ones, which gave him some relief.
I didn’t want to portray the generic “man’s family gets killed so he’s a badass mf shooting guns” like That, instead, I wanted it to be ugly. Isaac is broken and sad, and he thinks revenge is the only thing that might give him some relief (and it does to some extent). It’s more about his journey, how he is dealing with the grief and the idea of spilling blood for his loved ones, slipping back into his old ways that he was disgusted by. It also isn’t a story of how “revenge doesn’t solve everything” because he kills the people that wronged him and he is glad that it’s over. He is angry at first, but the deeper he goes, the more tired he becomes. Endless doubts are eating him up along with his self-hatred during his revenge journey. My brain not work correctly today, but his feelings are very complicated.
Since his faceclaim is none other than Mr. Pedro Pascal, he is a little inspired by Din Djarin in terms of personality. He comes off as your Stoic Tough Guy, but has a tender side, considering he had a daughter he has a weakness for kids and his Dad Instincts immediately kick in. He doesn’t like senseless violence and tries to avoid killing people that have nothing to do with the situation he’s in. He tends to give into his anger a lot, but not the feral type. more like the “calm angry” type, he comes off as awfully calm during tense situations and keeps his hands steady, which makes him a dangerous gunslinger. Despite grieving his family, he still cracks jokes with his friends and doesn’t push them away during his bad moments. In fact, he deeply values them and the fact that they joined him on his journey without asking unnecessary questions. They’ve had a close bond during their gang days that didn’t fade during those years they’ve been apart. Actually, Isaac was the reason the gang fell apart, because after he left, the others realized that their leader was a fraud and they were all sick living like that, though some kept on living the outlaw life until they got hunted down. Others were on the run and hiding from the law.
I have one of the group members somewhat developed, but I still haven’t figured out the third one.
#t#isaac ramos#he is a sad sad man </3#but I'm not killing him#after his revenge he runs off with his friends and together they spend the rest of their lives on a ranch
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War of Wolves (15)
Season 1
Episode 15 - Chit Chat
Bucky x Reader
Summary: You have been on the streets for the past two years, ever since your accident that left you with the ability to tell if someone is lying. You work as an informant for the white wolf and his mob but you had never met him…until you overhear a phone call that leads you to saving his life. Now he wants you to work for him. Its an offer you couldn’t refuse…right?
Word Count: 2499
Warnings: Swearing, aggression, violence, fluff, you know the drill - it’s a mob story!
A/N: I am trying to post a part every week. I posted the last one on Tuesday I think but I may not get time tomorrow so here is the next part now! I think there is a little bit for everyone to enjoy here! My brain isn’t working enough to think of a more clever episode title haha!
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It didn’t take long to get to one of Isaac’s estates. It was much smaller than Bucky’s but bigger than a regular house. When the car pulls up outside you want to scream at them. You want to shout that you’re not getting out the car.
What you really want is to shoot Isaac, the hatred burning under your skin, but you do none of it as you get out without fuss. You trail behind Isaac as the two men stay behind you.
The house is old looking and mostly made of wood. Isaac leads you down a hallway and then another before arriving at a set of double wooden doors. He pushes them over to reveal a small library with comfortable seats. Two singles and a double. He makes his way over to them saying, “take a seat”.
You purposefully go over to one of the single seats, and sit on the edge, ready to bolt out of there the moment you could. The doors close, leaving just you and Isaac sitting opposite each other.
He stares at you and you shift feeling uncomfortable, praying that Bucky would come to get you quickly. Isaac gestures to the library, “do you like it?”.
“Bucky has a bigger one”, your voice comes out dull.
He shakes his head, “I don’t know why you’ve decided that you don’t like me Y/N”.
You scoff, “I’ve heard a lot of stories about you stabbing people in the back”.
He smiles, “in the back? I don’t think so; the front is more fun”.
“Ah that’s right, you just like to get other people to do it instead”, you couldn’t help yourself and the malice that creeped into your voice.
Isaac tilts his head and narrows his eyes slightly, studying you. When he speaks next, you know that he knows that you know about what he did to Bucky’s drugs and your men, “do you know a man called Gabriel Reynolds?”.
He asks it casually. You decide to downplay just how much you know him, “I met him at Frank Black’s party, but he was a creep and I walked away which is when you stopped me”.
Isaac smiles at the memory, “word on the street is someone took him out. I was just wondering if you knew anything about that?”.
Being able to detect lies helped in telling them yourself as you say, “no, I haven’t”. You think your lie is good, but he gives nothing away with his carefully blank face.
He changes the topic suddenly, “you know, I did some research on you. I saw that you were in a nasty car crash a few years back”.
It caught you off guard. You find yourself just staring at him as memories of the crash come back. He stares at you like he’s waiting for a reaction. It’s a while before you can speak, “what’s your point?”.
He shrugs, “I find it interesting. I’m a medical professional and I was wondering just how nasty it was. My research told me that someone else died in the crash, so it must have been bad”.
You could feel your anxiety rising as you try to not think about it, “this isn’t something I want to talk about”.
He carries on like he never heard you, “is that how you became homeless? Medical bills too much?”.
The hatred you feel for him only becomes stronger, “why the fuck does it matter?”.
He studies you, “I’m just curious”.
That was the first lie you detected from him. You perk up at it, “you’re lying, there’s something else you want to know about it”.
He tilts his head again like he’s trying to work something out, “do you remember much about the crash?”.
You space out as you go through the memories again as the truck ploughs into the side of the car. You remember spinning and then nothing. You remember waking up feeling pain everywhere and look over to see your mum not moving.
You come back to the room as he asks another question, “what kind of head injuries did you have?”.
Your chest feels tight as your palms sweat. You spring to your feet, “stop asking me about it”.
He gets up too, coming closer in case you do bolt. Its what you want to do, but you don’t know where you would go. He keeps going though, “have you ever driven since then? Because you were the one driving that day, right?”.
You hear a faint bang and shouts, but it barely registers as you shout, “shut up! I don’t want to talk about it!”.
That’s when you hear him. Bucky yells, “Y/N?!”.
You go to bolt from the room, but Isaac grabs your arm and swings you back around, “you don’t remember do you?”. He whispers it as you hear more shouting, this time closer to the door.
Isaac lets you go just before the doors burst open, sending a loud crack throughout the room as they crash into the walls. You turn around to see Bucky flanked by Steve and Sam and a few more men behind them.
Your legs work of there own accord as they run to Bucky. You fling yourself into his body as your arms wrap around his neck. His arms come around you quickly as they squish you more into him. You can hear him breathe you in as you do the same, his scent calming you.
He pulls you back to cup your face as his eyes search your face. His thumb swipes across your cheekbone, “are you okay?”. He sounds slightly panicked and desperate.
You just nod, not trusting yourself to speak. That’s when Isaac speaks, “we were just having a little chat. She came willingly after all”.
You watch Bucky’s face harden as he looks over to Isaac. Bucky gently pushes you behind him and you don’t mind. You’d do anything to get away from Isaac right now.
You don’t even notice that you’re shaking until Sam wraps his arm around your shoulder and murmurs, “we’re here now”.
You look over to Bucky as he says, “I’ll kill you”.
Isaac smirks, “I’d like to see you get out alive if you did”.
Bucky steps closer, “it won’t be today. But I promise you that I will one day. I’ll kill you”.
Isaac stares at him unflinching, “likewise Mr Barnes, likewise”.
You can see the self-control in Bucky’s movements as he starts to walk away. Isaac just couldn’t help himself, “oh, send my condolences to the families of Alex, Charlie, Brian, and Josh. I heard about it, such a shame”.
Bucky moved quicker than lightning as his fist strikes Isaac’s face. Bucky strikes him again as Isaac falls to the floor. You hear commotion behind you but as soon as Steve takes out a gun and points it into that direction it stops.
Steve looks back to Bucky who punches Isaac again, “Boss”.
Bucky doesn’t even pause at Steve’s voice as he gives another blow to Isaac’s body. Steve tries again but to no avail. You hear the commotion start up again and you had this feeling that things were going to get out of hand.
“Bucky”, your voice seems like its barely above a whisper, but he hears it and stops. Bucky grabs Isaac by the collar and spits the words, “I’m coming for you”, into his face before letting him go roughly.
You watch Isaac spit blood on the floor as he watches you leave, pure hatred naked on his face. Bucky’s arm wraps around your waist as he brings you into his side.
He steers you gently out the house and to the car, opening your side of the car and helping you in. He sits in the seat next to you as Steve drives and Sam sits in the passenger seat.
It wasn’t until the car started and you drove out of the estate that you could feel your anxiety rising again. The rumble of the car sparking memories that were at the forefront thanks to Isaac.
Your chest starts feeling tighter as it gets harder to breathe. You lean forward and put your head between your knees and close your eyes. You try and focus on calming your heartbeat as you vaguely hear Bucky unclick his belt and slide across the seat.
You feel the warmth of him as his thigh rests against yours and his hand strokes patterns onto your back soothingly. He leans forward as well to murmur into your ear, “you’re okay, I’ve got you. I’m here now. I got you Doll, I’ve got you”.
You focus on his voice, low and calm and you feel your heart respond. Soon, it becomes easier to breathe and you sit up again. You lean into Bucky and lay your head on his shoulder without a word. You put your hand on his thigh and he covers it with his as he kisses the side of your head.
You stare into space for the entire journey after that. You feel drained thinking about the crash. Images and emotions you buried in order to keep going with life starting to overwhelm you again. You were aware of Steve looking at you in the mirror and then glancing to Bucky.
When you got back home your body relaxed a little. When the car stops Bucky kisses your head again before slipping out of the car. You know you need to open the door, but you can’t seem summon the will to do it.
You hear the mumble of the boys talking before Bucky opens your door. He gives you a soft smile as he pulls you out the car and into his arms. You feel the rumble of him speaking, “come on baby, let’s get you inside”.
He takes you straight to your shared room and sets you down on the edge of the bed. He disappears for a few moments into the bathroom and you hear water starting to run.
He emerges along with a thin trail of steam as he makes his way over to you. He helps you remove your clothes. It was nothing sexual, it was just caring.
You eventually sit on the edge of the bed naked as he stands and goes back into the bathroom. You hear him moving around and then the water stops. He emerges shirtless as he picks you back up and takes you to the bath.
He lowers you slowly into the hot bath. You close your eyes at the comforting hug of water around your body. You open your eyes and look at Bucky’s. There was such concern and love there that your eyes filled with tears.
One falls down your face and into the water as Bucky wipes away the other one that starts to fall. He speaks softly, “speak to me sweetheart”.
You manage to talk around the lump in your throat, “its my fault Buck. Its my fault that I crashed that day. I didn’t see the truck coming. I killed my mum”.
Tears fall hard and fast as Bucky hugs you to him until you calm again. He pulls back keeping your face between his hands, “it wasn’t your fault Y/N. I saw some low-quality footage from a CCTV camera when you first came to work for me. I was curious about you. I watched that footage and the truck came out of nowhere. It wasn’t your fault”.
You stare at his eyes. His tone and expression hold so much conviction that you nearly believe him. You turn your head and kiss one of his palms and whisper, “thank you”.
He lets your face go and gets comfy at the side of the bath. He watches you stare into space again for a few moments before he speaks again, “you remember that time you came into my office with the cupcakes you made?”.
You slowly turn your gaze to his as you nod. He continues, “I remember thinking to myself that I was going to tell you to stay out of the kitchen and you would just listen to me. I was so surprised when you told me no. I almost burst out laughing when you called me ‘wolfy’”.
He chuckles at the word now and you feel the corners of your mouth turn up involuntarily. He carries on, “I wasn’t expecting those cupcakes to taste so damn good. You have no idea how hard it was not to moan at the taste”.
You smile as you think back to him keeping a straight face while eating that cupcake. He continues, encouraged by your smiling, “I also remember that time I caught you dancing in the kitchen. You were dancing like no one was watching and even when you saw me you didn’t stop”.
You raise an eyebrow at him, “are you just trying to tell me to cook you more cupcakes Wolfy?”.
He bursts out laughing and you feel a genuine smile spread across your face at the sight. When his laughter dies down he stands and picks you out of the bath dripping wet. You instantly hold on to him as you exclaim, “what are you doing?”.
He smirks at you, “I told you that if you ever called me wolfy again I would put you in the kennels”. He starts to walk out the room.
You couldn’t help but laugh as you squirm, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Put me back in the bath, its freezing!”.
He chuckles as he sets you back in the water, but your back to him. He picks up the shampoo and starts to work the shampoo into your hair as his tone becomes soft, “I also remember when you came into the gym when I was working out my anger on a punching bag”.
You close your eyes at his hands in your hair as you listen to his quiet voice, “I remember being so rude to you. Telling you to go away as I punched this bag and you just walk in and stayed. You didn’t seem afraid of me or care that I just told you to go away. You stayed. That’s when I knew. That’s when I really knew you were different and that I wanted to keep you around”.
He finishes your hair and helps you wash it out as you both work on your body. Again, it was nothing sexual. You wash all the soap off and Bucky lifts you out of the bath and stands you up. He then grabs a towel and wraps it around your body along with his arms.
Your face rests against his bare chest and you listen to his steady heart for a few moments before whispering, “thank you”.
He kisses your forehead, “any time sweetheart, any time”.
You place a kiss over where you think his heart would be, “I love you”.
His arms tighten around you as he looks down at you, “I love you too”.
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Day 2: Gay
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From The Mess Rises a Poetrywolf (On AO3!)
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Ship: Derek Hale × Stiles Stilinski
Words: 2.6k
Summary: Stiles smiled, and kissed Derek's cheek that was closest to him. “I will do anything and everything for those I love. I will.” His smiled widened at Derek's blush. “Well. You know how I felt after that. We didn't lose anyone close to us but we did lose people—I hated myself. But you didn't. Because you saw the person I was before, waiting to be brought back to the surface. And you were right. I am not the same as I was, but, I am better then that.” Derek's hand had found his, and their hands were interlaced, now. Even though he was reliving something he hated to, Stiles couldn't stop smiling.
Or you could read here:
Warning: Swearing.
>> Starts from here onwards.
The place looked completely destroyed.
Derek looked worse.
“What the hell happened here? I leave for one weekend—please tell me no one died!” Stiles seriously hated his life, because that question actually made sense. A terrifying, literal kind of sense, and why was breathing so damn hard now?!
“Oh, shit! No, no, no, it's—everyone's fine. Breathe, Stiles. In and out, in and out...”
Derek's soft voice and his warm, heavy hands on his shoulders grounded him, his breathing resuming it's normal beat alongside his heartbeat. He spared a moment to think of the contrast between the Derek he'd first met six years ago and the one who was in front of him right now.
He kind of hated himself for ever believing that Derek—the biggest marshmallow ever—was a villain. A bad guy.
“The hell happened here?” He asked once he could. Derek signed through his mouth and his jaw tensed, eyebrows knitting together in expression number seven, which meant ‘It was a simple thing, really, but I, being a Sourwolf, didn't use my words and the situation went out of hand and it was really stupid and if I tell you you'll just call me an idiot.’ At least, that's what that look meant to Stiles.
“Well, Scott and Isaac thought—”
This time, Stiles was the one who sighed in resignation. “Derek. How many times have I told you: Scott. Isaac. Thinking Bad. Actually, anyone but me, Lydia, Boyd, Peter and Chris thinking is bad.” At Derek's look, he added, with a roll of his eyes, “Okay, and you too. But only sometimes.”
“Do you want to know or not.” Derek's lack of inflection suggested that he was going to withhold the information from Stiles, and that might actually kill Stiles. Figuratively. Ugh, fuck his life.
“Yes, yes. Do tell, oh wise one,”
Derek just rolled his eyes and tugged him to the middle of the living room, where a mostly okay mattress was the only place to sit. You know, in a once perfectly fine living room.
“It was Scott's idea, originally, or so Isaac says. He wanted to bring back a cat—”
Stiles squealed. “Midnight?!”
Derek glared at him. “You knew.” He accused.
Stiles didn't like that tone. It suggested Stiles was somehow to blame, and he'd been out of town, damnit. “You know, Scott is my friend. And normal people, unlike you, text each other with this device known as a phone. Of course I know! He sent me a picture of the cutesy cat!”
Derek ignored the jab at his hatred to phones. Seriously, Stiles wondered if even the Pack Messages were sent by Erica through his phone. If, you know, Derek didn't like, write in full sentences with whole words like an old man.
“The ‘cutesy cat’ decided that Lydia's hair was the best place to sit on. Then it decided to scratch at her hair. Malia didn't like her packmate in distress, and Scott and Isaac's guilt was suffocating enough without Lydia's death glare at them, and Erica decided filming her would be a good idea. I think you can connect the dots.” Derek told him all of it in a complete monotone, like having an angry Lydia chasing Erica and Malia losing her control didn't affect him at all. Except the evidence of that was all around them, and Stiles was glad that this weekend was his on-field duty.
“I... Don't know what to say. At least we made it four years before this happened. Again.”
The last time the three girls had lost all their control like this was long, long ago, labelled under a box in his brain called ‘Do Not Open. Please.’ He seriously wasn't keen on opening it. Ever.
He kind of felt bad for leaving his Alpha alone to deal with the pack. Sure, said pack were adults, now, most of them in their last year of college and Lydia, being Lydia, was on her path to get her second degree where most people got one but... They really weren't adults. None of them were. Age was just a number, and apparently him and Derek were the ‘Pack Parents’ and the idiots calling themselves Scott, Isaac, Lydia, Jackson, Allison, Boyd, Erica, Kira and Malia were their kids.
Kids who were about to get a whole lot of chores because damnit, Stiles was not going to clean up their mess, and neither was Derek.
Stiles listed all the things he'd made their kids do while Derek listened with his eyebrows knitted together in expression number two, which meant ‘I am listening. I don't want to, but I am, because you're very intense and generally know what you are doing.’
“—and he can clean up the poop!” He finished with a flourish, arms finally coming to rest on his thighs. Phew. That was a lot of flailing, even for him.
Derek gave him a look. “Poop?”
“Poop.” He agreed. When Derek just kept looking at him, he mumbled, “I mean, Scott brought him here. He should be the one to take care of Midnight's excreta and stuff. It's only fair.”
Derek gave him the patented ‘Stiles, I'm going to kill you.’ look. Stiles didn't have to guess. He'd had this look thrown his way everyday since that one fateful night out and about in the preserve that started the werewolfy chapter in his life.
“What?” He asked self-consciously.
Derek didn't use his words, but he made it pretty clear with his gesturing around the once pristine living room what he wanted to say.
“We will train him! Come on, Derek, have a little heart!” He paused. “I mean. Not a little heart. Just more... Feelings. Ugh, well you know what I mean. Please?”
Derek only glared harder, and then for some reason, looked totally nervous. If it were anyone other than Stiles here, they would have thought that Derek just notched up his ‘I'm going to kill you.’ face by, say, a thousand, but Stiles was here. This was totally Derek's nervous face.
Stiles flailed hard, and accidentally hit Derek on his face. “Derek! If I find out either you or your kids killed Midnight, I—I'll divorce the Pack!”
“Why are they my kids when they're potentially cat-killers and your kids when they get good grades? I'm pretty sure you can't divorce Scott and Isaac's puppy eyes.” Derek grumbled, but at least he looked not nervous now. Well, less nervous.
“True,” he agreed, because man, Scott and Isaac were unfair, and added, “I'm the proud parent, dude, and you're obviously the pushover parent. You let them get away with everything.”
“I do not. And don't call me dude.”
“Keep telling yourself that, dude.” He grinned cheekily at Derek's glaring face. Seriously, though, it was true. The massive movie-theater-esque TV in one of the basement rooms was one of the many, many proofs of that.
And Stiles hated himself because he didn't need to say that he thought of him and Derek as parents... where they were like a couple. Sure, there were jokes and all, and they did act like it but... It hurt. It hurt because it wasn't true.
And Stiles wanted it to be.
In a bid to reroute his thinking process, he asked again, “You didn't kill Midnight, did you?”
Derek just rolled his eyes and said “No.” And then suddenly, Derek hauled them both up, and started to pick up the mess that was the living room of the house. “Pick up the cushions,” he said, gruffly, again nervous. Kind of angry—didn't Stiles just spend half-an-hour telling Derek about the chore-table he'd made on the spot—and also kind of disoriented, because what, he did as was told.
And stopped as he picked up the second cushion on the floor. He blinked his eyes, counted his fingers—ten, there were exactly ten fingers on his hands, this was not a dream—because that...
... Couldn't be true. Could it? But he could see Derek giving him small glances as he righted the couch, with ease, the cheating werewolf, and what was Stiles to do but shake as he picked up the card.
The card which addressed Stiles, and asked him, “Will you be my mate?”
Werewolves didn't have a predestined mate. They fall in love like anyone else. But they are part wolves, and instead of calling their significant other boyfriend or girlfriend or partner or whatever, they call them mate.
And it's final. If a werewolf asks you to be their mate, that means they're commited. It's basically a marriage proposal.
The card was blue. Stiles' favourite color, and he should not have teared up at that little gesture. But he did. And he hadn't even opened the thing yet, which, why not?
Tears welled up in his eyes as he read what was written inside, in Derek's clean, neat, cursive handwriting. Stiles might tease the Alpha for not using his words, but when it came to writing down his words... Derek pretty much put the best writers to shame.
“The day I met you I was a mess
And you were full of sass
You annoyed me to death
Made me tempt your fate
I could have killed you
But I am glad I didn't, phew.”
Or maybe it was just his biased heart speaking.
He started laughing, his arms hitting Derek's chest as he turned around, the Alpha giving him expression number one, which meant ‘I'm hurt but I don't want to show it so I'm going to glare... Harder.’
“Oh, no, no, no, Der, just—phew?” He laughed harder, imagining Derek making that noise, his tough, gruff voice mimicking such a kiddie noise. Huh. Pew pew... Now that made him laugh harder.
When he finally managed to regain his composure, Derek just looked simple ol' annoyed.
“I don't even want to know. Just.” Derek made a ‘go on’ gesture at the card that was still in Stiles' hand, like he wanted him to read it, but also not. Like Stiles was going to reject him. Well, tough luck. He'd been in love with this idiot since he was seventeen, of course he wasn't going to reject Derek. Except maybe he would, because why would someone thrash their own house for a goddamn card?
Or okay, Stiles had to believe that what Derek told him did happen, because he could see Lydia's gorgeous strawberry blonde hair on the floor, but man if Derek didn't use the situation well.
The card told him why. Derek did have a way with words, and with the strings attached to Stiles' heart. He pulled every one of those with his badly written poetry.
Stiles was crying when he was done.
He slowly put down the card on the righted coffee table—Derek had been hard at work, apparently, with his nervous energy and mostly the place looked okay now—and made his way to the other man, and latched onto him like a barnacle. Derek froze for a moment, but with each second that passed, he relaxed, and slowly brought his hands to Stiles' back and rubbed soothing circles, like the human liked.
“I'm sorry,” Derek mumbled after some time, Stiles didn't know how much, and started to pull away. Stiles tightened his hold on the werewolf instead.
“Why? You shouldn't be. You have nothing to be sorry for.” He pulled back just enough to look Derek in the eye. “You don't, Derek.”
Derek didn't look away. Stiles guessed he couldn't. He knew because he was in the same boat.
“I made you wait.”
Stiles chuckled. It was a little watery. “Aw, you aren't being sorry for dragging ‘my human ass in the supernatural mess,’ that's real progress, Alpha.”
“You would have done it anyway. You're too curious for your own good.” Derek replied fondly. But the light atmosphere quickly changed back to the tense one, Derek going back to apologising for making Stiles wait for years, apparently.
“It was Isaac who told me that you've been in love with me for years. I mean I knew you were in love with someone... I thought Lydia at first and then Malia, maybe...”
“So this was Isaac's idea,” Stiles mumbled to himself. But he and Derek were still so close, and Derek heard him.
“Technically.” Derek agreed.
“I am not, you know. Not with them,” Stiles assured. “And... I get it. I'm actually glad you waited. You're... Healed. You were never broken, Der,” he whispered the words. It felt like he should, like they would lose their meaning if he said them louder. And it fit them. With the level of comfort Derek and him shared with each other, Stiles never felt like filling the silences with his chatter. “You were not. You were just in a... Feelings-Coma. You could feel them, but not really feel them, you know? I think. The good ones especially. Not for yourself at least. I hated it but I also get it, you know. After the Nogitsune—”
“You don't have to—”
Stiles smiled, and kissed Derek's cheek that was closest to him. “I will do anything and everything for those I love. I will.” His smiled widened at Derek's blush. “Well. You know how I felt after that. We didn't lose anyone close to us but we did lose people—I hated myself. But you didn't. Because you saw the person I was before, waiting to be brought back to the surface. And you were right. I am not the same as I was, but, I am better then that.” Derek's hand had found his, and their hands were interlaced, now. Even though he was reliving something he hated to, Stiles couldn't stop smiling. “I saw the one you could be, you know. When I took the time to think about you... Voluntarily, that is.”
“I guess I am just that special, then,” Derek said with a small smile on his face.
Stiles rubbed their noses together, cataloguing the way Derek's eyelashes danced around his beautiful eyes. “Yes you are. And you prove it everyday. I still don't know how you could still stay standing after losing everything—everyone. And I respected you for that. I thought I never could have done what you did, and then I got to know you and I... Fell in love with you.”
They stayed like that, in the kind-of cleaned but mostly messy living room of the Hale House, because in Derek's words:
“In all this mess,
You were the unique case.
You made me feel less alone
Like I could walk away from my tomb
Like I was alive and breathing
And feeling like my soul was freeing
From the cage of my broken life
Just because you gave me strife.”
Stiles especially loved the last line. Derek didn't just love him, he loved him despite all the things he's done to make Derek angry—and he's done that a lot. Maybe he could frame that bit, and the next time when he would inevitably get hurt—either from the monster hunting, which was more likely, or his occasional on-field FBI job—he could just show that to his Alpha. Because obviously Derek could never hate him, despite him being a stubborn idiot.
He giggled at the thought, and Derek just sighed.
“No, you're not framing it.”
“Oh, you know me so well, poetrywolf.” Derek sighed again, and Stiles added, “I was thinking I'd kiss you if you'd let me—”
Turns out he'd just kiss Derek for no reason at all. And when did the Sourwolf become such a great kisser?
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