#me: the beacon is right fucking there dumbass.
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Anyway, since we are apparently going hard on 'all bets are off', I'm taking the opportunity to throw out my deeply wishful thinking, absolutely not actually serious, buckwild conspiracy theory, which is that the Luxon heard Ludinus's dumbass monologue through the beacon and went, "Fuck you, bastard, maybe the titans were here before the gods, but I was here before the TITANS" and wrecked his plans.
#as always this is a luxon stan account. fucking obviously.#cr spoilers#critical role#also I would like luxon lore. again. fucking obviously.#but I was laughing at the whole 'the titans were here first' and the 'now for the DIVINE piece'#me: the beacon is right fucking there dumbass.#and we KNOW it's like a legit fragment of a legit entity that's been here since the dawn of exandrian time so.#would be so funny if ludinus lost cuz he thought the dynasty were fools lmfao#honestly iconic followup to 'you should try having friends sometime'#the luxon: heard you were messing with my boi. and my boi's bf. and also the rest of exandria bro wtf.
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Author spotlight for today is @sugareey-makes-stuff ! They joined the sterek/teen wolf fandom in 2022 and already have so much stuff to choose from!!
Bite sized stories:
Dancing Shadows from Behind | T | 500
tags: urban legends, demons, spark Stiles, alpha Derek
Summary: Derek pulls Stiles closer to his chest as more shadows appear. Stalking, taunting and dancing around them. Ready to strike again at any moment.
[Or: Derek has no idea what to do when the Pack is trapped by daevas. But something ignites a Spark, and that's enough.]
Pink Lemonade | T | 600
tags: road trips, adventure, slice of life, established relationship
Summary: “Stiles?” Derek murmurs, watching him closely. Almost hesitantly, as if Stiles might bolt at any second.
“Holy fucking—oh my God,” Stiles blurts out instead. He most definitely flails while staring at Derek in awe. “Why have you never told me about this place before?”
[Or: Derek surprises Stiles by taking him to one of his favorite spots for an early morning picnic.]
Memories Bring Back You | G | 200
tags: developing relationship, reunions, fix-it, post-movie
Summary: It’s surreal to see Stiles flipping through the pages of his precious journal, soaking in every single word and drawing he’s documented over the years.
“You’re a dumbass, Derek,” Stiles declares plainly.
[Or: Derek tells Stiles how he really feels about him after all these years apart from each other. Because it's written down on paper now, and it's about damn time.]
It's Enough for Now | G | 300
tags: autumn, cold weather, sharing body heat, monster of the week
Summary: “You know, I could get another blanket,” Stiles points out, breaking the silence. “Or let me grab my hoodie from the couch—”
“It’s fine,” Derek interjects in a low voice. He tugs the blanket gently, pulling Stiles closer. “Stiles…”
[Or, Stiles and Derek end up sharing a blanket after coming back from the pack's latest supernatural adventure.]
Over 1k:
[Art]Molten | E | 27K with Wolfspurr
tags: friends to lovers, canon divergence, mutual pining
Summary: "Stiles, is that you?"
He recognizes that voice. He doesn’t know why he’s hearing it here though, in whatever cold, dark cave he’s found himself in. The owner of that voice is supposed to be miles away, back home in Beacon Hills. Unless Stiles is the one that’s ended up further from home than he could possibly have predicted.
"Derek?!"
[Art]Brewin' up Love | E | 30k with wanderingeyre
tags: alternating POV, getting together, fluff & angst, the pack ships it
Summary: The Pack runs Moon Tower Fermentarium, a popular brewery in Beacon Hills, and they are a refuge for supernaturals that need it. Stiles is happy to be Scott's Emissary and loves being the head brewer. His life is great. If only he could get over his feelings for Derek.
Derek finally feels like the Pack is settled and he is proud of what they've built. He doesn't need anything else. He has Stiles in his life as his friend and that's more than he deserves. If he wishes for more in the dark of night, that is between him and the moon.
OR The one where the Pack owns a brewery and Stiles is on fire with the puns. Also, there is angst.
The Walls Came Crashing Down | T | 4k
tags: canon divergence, hurt Stiles Stilinski, hopeful ending
Summary: “Stop thinking so hard, or you’re going to bleed.”
Surely it couldn’t be—wasn’t his Pack supposed to be duking things out with vampires right now? But a very solid and reassuring hand squeezed his own. Grounding him. Holding on, as if to drain away his pain.
There was only one person who always did this whenever he got hurt.
“Derek?” Stiles whispered, his voice raw and scratchy.
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[Or: A mission goes horribly wrong, and Stiles finally figures out where he stands with Derek.]
Feel You Breathing | E | 8k | 3 chapters
tags: porn with feelings, unresolved sexual tension, writer Derek, bartender Stiles
Summary: Derek: So, you need a distraction.
Stiles: Maybe
Stiles: It’d be better if you were here to help me with that.
Stiles: ;D
[Or: Sexy things start late one night when Derek gets a text from Stiles and escalate from there. A few secrets are revealed along the way.]
Made from Scratch | T | 2k
tags: alpha Derek, spark Stiles, family feels, fluff & angst, teasing
Summary: Derek missed Stiles. He hadn’t realized how much…until now. Something had to change. But where did he even start?
[Or: That one time Derek makes dinner for Stiles, thanks to inspiration from a family recipe and some nudging from Cora.]
Go check out all of sugareey's fics on their AO3 page! Don't forget to mind the tags, leave a kudos, and maybe even drop a comment!
#sterek#sterek fandom#teen wolf#stiles stilinski#derek hale#author spotlight#sugareey#spotlight saturday
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So... the Volume 9 Epilogue has gotten an extended epilogue sequence and...
What the actual FUCKING FUCK.
So just like before it starts where Volume 8 ended with everyone mourning the loss of many people who died cause the four little dumbasses and Harem wannabe knight and his team brought down all of Atlas. And thus reintroduces Sun and Neptune. Team CFVY and others.
So then cue a timeskip where we see things in Vacuo arent good as Atlesians and Vacuans are all trying to live together but at the same time shit has hit the fan literally between them. As the Vacuans do not appreciate them being here.
And oh right Mercury is there with Tyrian as they are joining forces with the Crown of Choice group from the stupid RWBY books or should I say forgettable.
To make matters even worse everyone is on edge with eachother as Nora steps up to be a leader while Ren is trying his hardest to keep everyone together to work as one. Oscar is trying his best to resist the merger between him and Ozpin and then after some yadda yadda talk and more refugee interactions.
An airship is in the distance and its from Vale and none other than Professor Port and Oobleckas they reveal that Vale has been destroyed by Salem.... and with no sign of Glynda Goodwitch.. it can be assumed she died.
(Literally my genuine reaction to hearing that info.)
HOLD THE FUCKING FUCK UP.
You cant be serious. The writers fucked up one the most easiest cliche's ever. That me and many RWBY fans agreed that the final battle would take place in FUCKING VALE. And they decide to OFF-SCREEN ITS DESTRUCTION.
Like oh my fucking sweet baby rays on top of RIBS! This is garbage. Not only did they fuck up the most easiest CLICHE of all time the "It Ends Where It Began" but utterly fucked it up and placed it in a trash fire. Just Cause!!!
Whats even is the four dumbasses (RWBY) even fucked over Atlas by deriving Remnant of its ONLY SINGULAR MILITARY FORCE!
Oh? No Consequences in RWBY okay how about this then.
Thanks to Vale's destruction this would mean:
Millions of people may have died in Vale from Salem alone and those who managed to survive are suffering from starvation.
Faunus Rights May Have Been Set Back By A THOUSAND STEPS because the White Fang attacked Vale and Beacon Academy.
The Humanitarian Crisis in Vacuo has went from bad to worse to "We're fucking cooked!"
We've now been derived of a Glynda and Ozpin reunion.
SALEM NOW HAS GAINED ANOTHER RELIC!!
Anyways. It seems all hope is lost and then Raven reappears with none other than RWBY+ J as everything now is sparked up into a fire once more with everyone getting hyped up.
Like... okay. This is some ol' bullshit right here chief!!!! Like not only the writers just once again think its a good fucking decision to fuck over what many agreed to be Vale as the final battle location of RWBY or its final Volume. But the fact that Rooster Teeth couldn't even write a proper fucking ending to this show. So Basically to sum things up.
Fare Thee FUCKING WELL RWBY Heres hoping to your inevitable Reboot.
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Slips through cracks
A/N: Idk where this monstrosity TW of a beast came from but hope someone enjoys!
Rating: Explicit
Tags: TW implied ab*se, past underage, incest, weird manipulation and childhood trauma, Aegon being Aegon, drug and alcohol abuse. Modern!au, Frottage, fucked ass up greens, Daeron’s twin reader, she’s of age in this, nepo baby Aegon with a coke problem, Daddy Criston hours, I attempted to use English terms👍🏻 xoxo your pathetic American, toxic relationships
Oh boy, the trip to Oldtown. The whole family has to go see Daeron play in the Westeros Cup of football. You included. Ripped from an Essosi holiday break to cohabitate with the most dysfunctional unit of all time for a weekend. Then you could fuck back off to your own pretentious private school, Helaena could go back to her cottagecore Etsy shit, Aemond to med school, and Aegon.
You clenched your teeth at the mere thought of him. Degenerate. Drunk. ‘Wild Prince’, Asshole. You could go on. He was videoing the plane, incessantly talking to his ‘followers’. There was no way he wasn’t coked the fuck up right now. Aemond sniffed and tucked his nose further into his book, eyes rolling at the eldest.
Alicent and Viserys had already made it to Otto’s place, sending Criston Cole to keep the ‘kids’ in check. Even though you and Daeron were legal adults now. Peering over your book you watched Helaena knit a sweater in the fine print of a spider’s web. She smiled softly and asked, “Do you think he’ll like it?” She was almost done and it did look damn good, Daeron would love it. Your twin was kind and definitely could find a way to insert the handmade item into his wardrobe.
“Yeah Hel, you know he’s going to find a way to wear it every chance possible,” you laughed.
“Darling Daeron,” she sighed under her breath, eyes dreamy. You watched her nimble fingers, tuning out Aegon’s wretched talking and Aemond’s pointed noises. Eventually your eyes slipped shut, book falling into your lap.
“It’s time to get up,” he teased in your ear, you bolting upright with a gasp. Aegon smiled down at you, grinning lecherously, tucking a strand of hair behind an ear. You scoffed and stood up, shouldering him off in the process. Your big brother whined, “C’mon you’re still mad at me? I was drunkkkk.”
Being drunk does not constitute leaving your sister in your dorm for a night after promising a ‘real flea bottom party’ with his ‘famous friends’. You cried watching him being a dumbass on social media, plastered with girls and drugs. Idiot. You got an actual Uber back to the family estate, crying to Criston about your dick brother.
You ignored him further, wanting to rip that stupid earring out of his head. Aegon pouted, prodding further, even taking your bags for you. Which the dumbass never worked out so he was struggling. You couldn’t help but quirk your lips up as the eldest brother almost fell face first down the jet’s stairs.
Aemond snatched your duffel, easily hauling it over a broad shoulder. He snapped, “You being a pathetic clown isn’t going to magically fix everything.” You shared a look with Cole and snickered. Aegon grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets, “Oh get the stick out of your arse Aem.”
Helaena drifted aside, eyes on the sky, gazing towards the tower your mother’s side of the family was named for. You followed her gaze, frowning. It was a gleaming beacon on the outside, a gloomy vault on the inside. You hated it there, unsure why they couldn’t just abdicate the site to national affairs like every other royal did. Too proud.
Cole ushered you all into the limo, giving Aegon an extra shove and low curse, the blonde rolling his eyes. You sat far away from your elder sibling, asking Aemond how school was going. He replied in that stiff way of his, “More tests and research, then hopefully I can get my first residency. I’d like to be in a high-profile area like King’s Landing or Lannisport. Get more expertise.”
You nodded along, giving your brother best wishes. He hummed, “And your studies? Last I heard you’d rather play tennis.” You rolled your eyes and snorted, “I’ve given up hope, I won’t be a professional like Daeron. Finding myself with a passion for Psychology and it’s social aspects.”
“So you can figure out what’s wrong with the Targaryen bloodline,” Aemond said.
The aggravating ringing of Aegon’s phone ruined one of your rare conversations with Aem. He apologized sheepishly but still held up a finger as he argued with someone over the phone. It was either about one of his girls, drugs, or both. You rolled your eyes and groaned, watching the city pass by as the limo bumped it’s way toward the Hightower.
“Okay, whatever, fuck you I have plenty of others!,” Aegon spat, cheeks red from annoyance. Criston reached over the limo and snatched the cell, stuffing it in a coat pocket. Your brother gaped like a dying fish before demanding, “Give that back! I was in the middle of a conversation!”
“You’re getting on everyone’s nerves. Obviously it’s not doing you any good so why don’t we take a break, eh?” His brown eyes remained stony, arms crossed authoritatively. Ser Criston was basically the surrogate dad of your group, Viserys preoccupied with his health and elder daughter, her brood.
Aegon begged but received nothing. Eventually the prince settled down when Criston said he’d return the phone after they got there. The idiot instead rolled his window down to the crowd outside and waved, cheering with the people. You could see the cameras flashing on his cheeks, Aegon just sucking it all in. Aemond slunk deep into his seat and Helaena put on her noise cancelling headphones.
Aegon’s violet eyes turned to you, breathlessly stating, “They love me you know.” You retorted, “They love how accessible you are.” Aegon’s cheery smile faltered for a second, eyes flitting down. It didn’t last long as he painted the grin back on and blew a kiss to a girl decked in Oldtown’s team colors.
Eventually the limo pulled into the high gates surrounding the tower. Attendants were already getting your bags and taking them to the assigned rooms. Your mother, Alicent, and grandpa Otto waited by one of the many grand doors. She hugged and kissed you, blessing the seven for your safe arrival. The same spiel happened except for Aegon who got a stiff kiss on the cheek. Otto and Helaena shared an embrace, your sister happily chattering to him about her sweater for Daeron.
You raised a brow and asked, “Where is Daeron anyways? With the team still?” You checked your phone to see if you missed a text. Alicent replied, “He’ll be here later, they’re finishing up practice currently.” You frowned. Daeron had better get here quick or you feared someone was going to get stuck with a knife.
Criston held out Aegon’s phone to the blonde, who snatched it up greedily. His ringed fingers and violet eyes soaked up whatever minutes he had missed. You asked, “Can I go to my room? I have a headache.” Otto put his hand at the small of your waist and said, “Yes, come on, I’ll get someone to bring you water and medicine.”
You must’ve been really tired, blinking open your groggy eyes to see that hours had passed. Stretching your body you let out a little squeak, happy to have some alone time. Then the door crashed open and a freshly showered Daeron cheered, “Sister!” You grinned and hopped out of the bed as fast as possible, tripping in the process but your sibling caught you easily.
You pulled the taller twin into a hug, gushing, “This is so exciting! Look at you, Mister Oldtown Football himself.” Daeron blushed and rolled his eyes, “Nothing but hard work, I swear,” he added lowly, “And beating off bloodsuckers.” You smirked and both of you simultaneously said, “Aegon!”
Daeron groaned, “Yes, I had to come find you so he’d stop getting me on his social media shite. He went out to party though, so we’re clear for dinner.” You laughed and replied, “Well, let’s go have some family bonding. You need to tell me all about your year.”
“No you, freezing away in the North like that.”
Bonding with Daeron was exactly what you needed. Even dinner was not unpleasant, Viserys in a jovial mood. No one spoke of the elephant in the room. Your twin did slide his phone over to you later in the sitting room, dramatically pantomiming a gag. The video was of Aegon draining a shot between some broad’s tits. You could see the coke on the table in the back, loads of it.
Aemond peered over and barked a laugh, “Oh he’s going to be a nightmare in the morning.”
You swallowed at the comment, a thought leaving as soon as it appeared.
You grumbled, “Hopefully Cole will leave him out there.” Daeron smirked, “Someone’s still mad about summer.” You batted Daeron’s shoulder, now clad in Hel’s sweater. You pouted, “Try getting left alone all night! It sucked.” Your twin gave you a look, murmuring, “I know he’s your favorite for some reason but you shouldn’t trust Aegon.” You leveled him with a glare.
Daeron dropped the subject and the rest of the evening went smoothly. You went to bed when your twin had to return to the team complex. You tossed around for a bit, wondering about your eldest brother. Eventually sleep graced you. Not for long.
You groggily beat at whoever was in your bed. You rasped, “There’s no ghosts here Daeron.” Then realization hit you. Daeron was across Oldtown. Bolting upright you flicked on the lamp to be greeted with a disheveled Aegon. His purple eyes were big and sad. Obviously he’d been crying. Your big brother was likely suffering from a coke crash into a sad drunk fit.
You cursed, “The fuck are you doing? How did you get here?”
Aegon’s plush lips wobbled as he sniffed, “Cole got me.”
“Why are you crying?”
Aegon sniveled some more, “Did you mean that earlier? Does anyone like me? Why do y-you hate me?”
You gawked at him, perplexed by the behavior. Throwing up your hands you demanded, “Aegon you’re twenty-four years old, why are you crying in my bed like we’re children? I don’t hate you, you’re just a selfish prick.”
The blonde threw himself on top of you with another cry, apologizing profusely. You sighed, “Thanks- I guess. It hurt my feelings when you left me alone all night. I thought I was more important than that, big brother.” If you were turning the screws on him, that was your business alone, but it worked like a charm.
He pulled back and shook his pale locks, blubbering, “No-no-no you are so important to me, I am a selfish prick! I’ll make it up to you when Daeron wins!” Aegon was embarrassingly pathetic. But here you were, rubbing his heaving back while he whimpered, “No one gets me like you do.” You idly wondered if he said this to other girls or just his sister, which had long been a strangeness never deeply thought about. It’s just something that was, is.
You sighed, “I love you big brother, of course I get you, now can you get the booze clothes off and we can go to bed? I have some leftover headache stuff you can take.” He snuffled into your neck, wetting your skin with more tears. Shoving the man off you gently ushered him along.
“Promise you love me? I love you more than anything little sister,” he whispered into the darkness once the light clicked off.
You replied, eyes unblinking up into the inky black of the room while he cuddled into you, “Love you more than anything big brother.” A tear slipped down your cheek but you arms were too busy wrapped around Aegon to wipe it.
You awoke again tucked into his frame like many a night from the past. He always came back to you. As soon as Daeron and you grew up enough to not be attached at the hip, that’s when Aegon sunk his talons in.
He pressed little sleepy kisses to your neck, humming in contentment. Aegon murmured, “Smell so sweet. My perfect sister.” You swallowed at the feeling of his cock swollen and nestled between your thighs, only separated by thin cotton. Wetness had already seeped out your cunt, probably started when you were still asleep.
You chided, “A-Aegon, what if mother walks in?”
He whined, “C’mon, please, missed my sister’s pussy, please baby.” You found your will crumbling at the sounds of his breathless grunts and hot cock rubbing against your swollen folds. Aegon moaned like a needy whore in your ear, rutting harder and whimpering like he couldn’t enough. His hands grabbed and groped at your tits desperately.
“Hnnn- oh fuck, you get me so horny, m’so fucking hot for you.”
You rolled your hips back easily, playing into this mood. It was like muscle memory now, start baby talking him when he got this desperate. You pitched up your moans, “Yeah? Big brother all hard n’ achy for me? Gonna mess your little sisters panties up before breakfast?”
“Fuck!,” he cried, mouthing at your shoulder with a shudder. Aegon mewled, “Yeah, yeah- mmmfuck yeah m’gonna bust, so hard for you.” You taunted, “Didn’t even get a nut off last night? My handsome big brother surrounded by all these pretty girls and- oh- has to come rut into the baby?”
The tip of his cock was dragging the soaked material of your panties across sensitive nerves. You cried Aegon’s name softly, pressing your tits into his greedy hands, squeezing around his prick. He stuttered and whined, long and loud at your ministrations. The prince whimpered out, voice strangled by desire, “I thought about you, how much mmh- better your pussy is, oh gods m’gonna cum!”
You turned around to seize his loose lips, colliding with wet smacks. Both of you drooled and whined into eachother’s mouth, fucking faster by the second. The bed was faintly squeaking by now. You gasped, “Brother! Aegon!” He rasped, “Love you oh my gods love you.”
The elder seized up, hot cum soaking and staining your underwear further. He whined through his nose, exhaling on a choppy breath. You came soon after, Aegon’s whining and tweaking at your tits sending you over the precipice with a tight squeeze and muffled wail.
Your legs trembled as he slumped against you, pressing another kiss before rolling onto his back with a sigh. He jerked you over to him while fumbling to the side for his phone. You laid quietly while he slid through the messages and videos, a frown on his lips. He asked, “Do you ever think about running off to Essos?”
You shrugged, “Sometimes. I don’t think it’ll be much different for you in Braavos or Astapor.”
He challenged, “It would be just me and you. I swear.” The phone was put away petulantly, his red rimmed eyes staring into your own. Footsteps passed outside, your eyes nervously flickering to the door. Peering back at Aegon you said, “Just say the word and I’ll go, big brother.”
He seemed satisfied at that, lips curling back up. Aegon sighed, “Good. I’ll get going then. Love you.” He pecked your lips again and darted out an old servant’s exit while you watched blankly. Holding back a retch you texted Daeron, “Good luck today!”
#READ THEM TWS#dead dove#aegon ii angst#aegon ii targaryen#aegon targaryen x reader#hotd fic#hotd smut#targaryen!reader#modern!au
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I’m going to make you share Ianto audio opinions now :D Sorry I know there’s like 9 million of those
Dhhdhdhd you’re all good, everyone needs to know my hot takes on their favorite blorbo that is just A Guy
Fall to Earth: Very good! The beginning of a long saga of Ianto having audios with women who are cooler than him, also he’s a dumbass and Myfanwy has insurance now
Broken: honestly, this one is overhyped in my opinion. It’s still very good, but people scream so much about it and I’m like “…poodle goo”. That said, it is a classic, content warnings for depression and suicide attempt, but it’s really doing its best to establish the janto dynamic behind s1
The Office of Never Was: this one features a darker side of Ianto which is very interesting, but also I barely remember any of the details due to me listening ages ago, but like yeah I think it’s good
The Last Beacon: PEAK GO LISTEN IMMEDIATELY, beloved romp and Ianto-Owen character dynamics
Serenity: definitely my preferred Janto audio, dumbasses in the suburbs, violence and swinging attempts and Ianto just slowly losing his mind (affectionate)
Expectant: okay so this isn’t good. I wouldn’t even necessarily say it’s fun. There’s not even that much Ianto in it. But goddamn there’s something about it, so many things that are mentioned and not explored and there are slippers and whale songs okay (also gross birth noises so be warned)
Dinner and a Show: yes very good! just a good fun romp at the opera with aliens and cheap knock-off Welsh Prosecco
Ex Machina: genuinely such an interesting concept, unreality warning heavy, but I really enjoyed it
Rhys and Ianto’s Execllent Barbecue: oh my god this is literally a masterpiece on grief and masculinity and also there’s a cool time bubble and a guinea pig, mandatory listening
Coffee: fun and painful and just like, a lot of it is kinda basic but when it hits it HITS
The Great Sontaran War: okay genuinely a pretty solid one, goss needs to stop trying to write marginalized people, but there’s a sontaran in a trailer park with a cat named Group Marshal Cat and Ianto is just trying his best, so
The Grey Mare: okay it’s not bad, but it is a pretty basic spooky tale, I heard someone describe it once as a plot that it didn’t have to be Ianto, and that’s pretty fair
Restricted Items Archive Entries 031-049: this is my personal favorite honestly, both for the almost anthology type vibe of all the entries, and because this author Gets Ianto and it’s just so fun and also a bit ouchy as it should be
SUV and The Lincolnshire Poacher: okay, haven’t heard these, but based on vibes poached from my friends, SUV is good, and Lincolnshire Poacher is slowburn Ianto whump and I mean slowburn because he doesn’t show up for a while, so don’t expect him right away, but I’m not gonna write it off
The Torchwood Archive: very good, domestic janto in the most weirdest and in character way honestly, lmao
Outbreak: YES SO GOOD, be warned for a virus plot and scratching noises, but like worth it for all of the vibes, who doesn’t want to have your boyfriend try to murder you because he loves you and your best friend mock you for your shit tie, so good
Believe: okay so his plot is probably the most interesting/best one, but overall it’s really just not that good, not really worth it
Torchwood One: god fuck you Alyssa I forgot about these, okay okay
Before the Fall: technically individual stories, but it’s really more like one big one, Rachel be girlbossing
Machines: Blind Summit is the one for Iantotent, man sorta gets supersoldiered and everyone forgets about it, I personally really like 9 to 5, the premise Bangs. Also the law machines is here, it’s okay I guess
Latter Days: Retirement Plan lets Ianto James Bond it up, Locker 15 is solid, the Rockery isn’t a Ianto story but it is my favorite from the set so 😤
Nightmares: honestly, the best set, both My Guest Tonight (not a Ianto story), and Lola are very solid, LESS MAJESTY IS FARCE AND FUCKING HILARIOUS
TLDR: honestly he doesn’t really have a Bad one, but some are better than others :3
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Hi I love your blog so much! This might be a long shot but do you know of any fics of Isaac/Jackson? Or any well developed Isaac/Scott?
@kevaaronday found these Isaac/Jackson fics for you!
Fits Just Right by FiccinDylan
(1/1 | 6,544 | Mature | Jisaac)
In the city of Beacon Hills, most of the teenagers wait for their presentations to tell them if they're alpha beta or omega, patiently. They simply let mother nature take it's course and understand that once they turn 15 or 16 they'll find out.
Jackson is 17 and pretty sure Mother Nature hit the snooze button on his presentation like 20 times by now. He was getting irritated and it was time for that bitch to get it moving.
On top of that he has to deal with Stilinski's "don't go chasin' waterfalls' busted tap ass and Derek Hale's knot that's hotter than the fucking sun. Those two jerks get their presentations before Jackson? Now how is that fucking fair?
This is me trying by HopeSilverheart
(1/1 | 5,676 | Teen | Jisaac)
“You have so much potential, Jackson, you just need to stop worrying about your image so much and start doing what you do best instead.”
“And what’s that?” Jackson asked, hoping he didn’t sound half as vulnerable and unsure as he felt.
“Helping people,” Isaac answered, kissing Jackson sweetly and taking all the tension out of his shoulders. “You’re a good man, Jackson Whittemore, you just have to start believing it.”
Or: Jackson doesn't start off as the world's best social worker, but he'll get there eventually.
Somewhere in Beacon Hills by ash_mcj
(1/1 | 4,040 | Teen | Jisaac)
Isaac, plagued by PTSD-fueled nightmares, lets himself find comfort in an unlikely person. And if Jackson lets himself do the same...well, that's between them.
(Teen Wolf Bingo Square: Touch-Starved)
A Stroll at Midnight by Castiels_honeybee
(1/1 | 3,880 | Teen | Jisaac)
“Oh my god what the fuck is that?” Jackson says, only mildly hysterically, from behind the group.
“Why does he smell like that?” Isaac winces, choking off a gag.
“Is he actually a fucking zombie?”
“No, I don't think so?” Derek means for it to be reassuring, but it comes out more of a question.
-OR-
an unexpected visitor makes his way into the hale pack territory uninvited and the pack has no idea what to do with him.
Embrasse-moi, asshole by tiniestawoo
(1/1 | 3,588 | Explicit | Jisaac
“You can stop staring any time now,” Isaac said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“What are you doing here?” Jackson repeated.
“I already told you I work here, I know you took some hits to the head, but you were never that–”
“In France, dumbass,” Jackson scoffed, “Why are you in France?”
Isaac bit the inside of his cheek to stem the rising swell of emotion but from the look on Jackson’s face he failed. “I didn’t have anywhere else to be?”
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Or the one where Jackson goes to France with friends, runs into a ghost from the past and realizes that maybe there's more to life than just surviving.
Jackson Whittemore Can Sing by stilinskihalefamily
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Isaac follows the music up the stairs and down the hall lined with doors. He passes by Stiles’ room, he rarely uses it, he says Derek’s bed in comfier. Passes Erica and Boyd’s shared room. With each room he passes the music gets louder until he’s standing outside of Jackson’s.
The pack don’t really have boundaries, which they should, he’s seen things. But he walks in without knocking anyway. He’s definitely not expecting what is in front of him.
At first Isaac can’t do anything but gape at Jackson.
Safe Haven by skargasm
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The only thing he would allow Jackson to do was be his safe haven..
Rare Pairs @ 1 Million Words
glitter under club lights by ash_mcj
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“Do you wanna dance?” Jackson asked casually, as if it were a completely normal thing to suggest. As if they were friends, instead of two bastards that came from the same hell hole, who hadn’t spoken in years.
Isaac raised an eyebrow at him. “With you?”
“No shit.” Jackson rolled his eyes as he stood up straighter—making the diamond-studded mesh crop top he was wearing hug his torso deliciously tighter. “I mean, the last time we danced together, you were trying to stab me in the neck with a tranquilizer, so…”
“So, what?” Isaac chuckled, turning to face Jackson. “You think I owe you a dance?”
Jackson shrugged, coyly biting his lower lip. “I think that’s only fair.”
[or: the jisaac reunion we all deserved, since they were both in europe]
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Alright I gave in and watched the Teen Wolf Movie and since I posted about the series on here before I’m not going to type out my feelings. Read not just for obvious spoilers but a recap of the entire movie.
There are so many things that are straight up bad, I don’t know who did the visual effects here but that’s not what I’m going to be talking about here.
Right off the bat, yes I loved seeing these characters on screen again, loved having some new content but, oh boy. Sometimes things are better off if you leave them the way they were.
First of all, I get why some people (Dylan, Arden and probably more) did not want to be part of this. I would be lying if I said I don’t miss those characters because they added a lot to the team and the story. Stiles’ ideas were what got them through most of the shit in the early seasons and that’s also why the later seasons weren’t as catchy I guess. But it’s their choice and if they want to leave that behind I respect that. With Kira, it feels like they tried to write the story of Liam’s (girl-?)friend for her but idk man. If they did they had to change a lot. Also it would’ve been hella weird for Scott to have 3 ex girlfriends running around in one place.
For the rest of the characters
Scott, yes, we needed him. He’s the main character. Makes sense he’s back.
Lydia, same as Scott. She’s part of the pack and we need people that aren’t werewolves.
Malia, alright she fits it. She’s a little different, a little reckless. I was never really a fan of her back then but I don’t dislike her, she can be fun. However making her Parrish’s love interest seems odd.
Parrish, makes sense that he still works in Beacon Hills so of course he’s back.
Sherif Stilinski, same as Parrish. He lives there, he’s still in contact with the others and thanks to his job he’s involved in the crimes.
Chris, even in the later seasons it was weird for me that he still talks to the others. Basically his whole family died and I don’t know if I would’ve stayed there to be invested in this whole chaos after that. But since he’s also in the last seasons it makes sense he’s in the movie as well.
Melissa, same as the other adults, she works and lives in Beacon Hills. And she’s Scott’s mom so of course she’s involved in his shit.
Derek, ok so, I don’t know who he fucked and then ditched because how does he have a child with no wife? Like I get it people part ways but this just seems off. Also I don’t know what being a father did to him but he seems like a dumbass in most scenes. Like, completely out of context and character.
Eli, it feels weird that he even exists. He’s a fun guy, typical gen z if I may call him that and I guess we needed some young blood as well as someone for a possible spin off. Wouldn’t be teen wolf without any teens.
Liam, we started off strong and towards the end he seemed to have disappeared. What happened?
Coach, a classic. He’s the same as always. Not a single complaint about this man.
Deaton, he’s only there for mythical input. He’s still doing his job at the clinic and Scott’s still in contact with him so yeah, he can be in the movie.
Mason, took me a while to realize it was him. But hey, he got a job and he’s doing great. Sucks for him to get involved in this shit again. What happened to Corey?
Allison, I will talk about this later but for the story it makes sense for her to be back
Jackson, we all love his chaotic nonsense but why the hell didn’t he do anything in the movie? He just talked. No claws, no fangs, nothing? I’m disappointed
Peter, do we hate him? Do we love him? Who knows. Tbh I was sick of him being the villain for no reason throughout the series but in the movie he was pretty useless. Why didn’t he die in the end? Wouldn’t be the first time we see him crispy
Adrian Harris, ok hear me out. I’m all for bringing back people from former seasons but who is this man. He looked nothing like he did back then and besides the scar around his neck nothing linked to the past. Does he have a motive besides being mad about being killed last time? How did he know about the nogitsune? Or where to find it? It doesn’t make sense.
Victoria Argent, she’s back as an illusion so it’s fine. No complaints.
Conrad Fenris, I forgot this man existed and they only used him for what? To show they brought Harris to Eichenhouse? Not sure if they’re hinting at a sequel or whatever but idk. Could’ve gone without him. But since the actor is Tyler Posey’s dad I can see past that.
Now to the actual story...
A lot of people called this movie a fix fic for what they “messed up” in season 3. Which, I get to some points. Kiling Allison was a big decision back then but they had their reasons. It felt sort of reaslistic that kids who fight evil sometimes don’t make it out alive so even though I was sad about her death, it made sense.
And for this movie, I didn’t hate the idea of bringing someone back who died previously. They did it multiple times with Peter so. Also I watch Supernatural so nothing ever stays dead.
So the movie starts with Liam and his coworker/friend/girlfriend working at an asian restaurant when a hooded person comes in and demands the nogitsune.
They try to run but the person catches up and takes the jar in which they keep the nogitsune? Seems pretty reckless if you ask me to keep it in a jar. The person then “makes an arrangement” with it and sets it free in the form of a firefly.
The next scene shows us Scott working together with Deaton and the fire department to save a little girl as well as a dog from the ruins of a collapsed building. Which makes me wonder why Deaton works with them in the first place. But we see that Scott has his powers and uses them to save people.
Back at the animal shelter/clinic Scott sees Allison or think he sees her before she vanishes.
Maybe I missed the point where he mentions that he has been seeing her for a while now or maybe this was the first time, however Chris shows up and tells them he’s been seeing her for years. They both seem to have heard the same word “Bardo” which Deaton quickly explains means a state between life and death. They they figure out that Allison must be stuck between life and death and decide to go back to Beacon Hills to find a way to help her. And of course, Christ somehow has the sword that killed her 15 years ago.
The next scene shows Lydia in her new life, she seems to be a business woman doing very important business. But during a meeting one of her coworkers/ clients whatever asks who Allison is because every word in her presentation paper says Allison. She is shocked and rushes to her office where she begins to sketch and skribble on loose pieces of paper, the way she used to do back in earlier seasons.
Back in Beacon Hills, we see a teenage boy break into the “Hale Auto” shop to steal Stiles’ old jeep. He drives away with it but is seen by Parrish who is on duty and watches the road.
Next we see Mason who is also a cop and was on the phone, heading towards Sherif Stilinski to tell him about Parrish wanting to talk to their “consultant”. They’re in the middle of the forest but their surroundings are burnt to the ground. Turns out Derek is working with the police and Parrish snitches on the boy who turns out to be Derek’s son. However that happened because the whole movie doesn’t explain where that kid comes from.
However they talk about the other fires that have occoured before and that this wasn’t gasoline. They eventually tell Derek his son has stolen the Jeep again even though Derek hates it.
We then see his son drive up to a red light to impress a girl but before he can leave, Derek, the Sherif and Parrish have caught up with him and Derek slashed his tire.
In the meantime Scott and Lydia meet at the spot where they fought the Nogitsune back in S3, the spot where Allison has died. We get a bunch of flashbacks of her dying in Scott’s arms while he stares at the old ruins. Lydia arrives and they have a small moment before she shows him the sketches she has drawn earlier. Somehow she knows exactly what they need to save her namely a handful of dirt from that exact spot. So they go on to smash the ground to grab a handful of dirt. Which was weirdly intense for them to simply pick up some dirt.
Either way they pack up and head to (I assume?) Melissa’s house where they meet Chris to discuss their next steps. Jackson shows up, has some funny lines, grabs pizza and rearranges Lydia’s sketches to form an image of the nemeton. I know I’ve made posts about this stupid tree before but I feel like the creators of this show and movie repurpose old elements too easily. You expect a new crazy thing and it’s the same old tree. It’s fine if it makes sense but it’s getting old. Same with Peter being the villain. But I have to say I liked the way the showed it this time unlike the same drawing of the same tree they used in the series.
For the next scene we see a small family house and a car pull into the drive way. Derek and his son Eli enter the kitchen and Derek is mad about his son’s behaviour. They argue and in the end we find out that Eli, although he is a born werewolf to the Hale family genes, has trouble transforming and even healing.
I’ve seen a post pointing out all the little ridiculous details about the kitchen like the wine and protein powder or the flowers in front of the house and I must say Derek really is a housewife. Even though I couldn’t stand all the new characters from S5 and S6, Eli is pretty funny and has some great lines throughout the movie.
Back at the Hale Auto shop, Parrish arrives after they dropped off the Jeep. As he walks in, a coyote enters the shop and transforms into a very naked Malia. At this point I was already disappointed in the writing because I knew what was going to happen. In the series we had the thing between Lydia and Parrish which already seemed off but as it turns out 15 years later, he and Malia have a non exclusive thing going. He seems to be more interested in her but she doesn’t want the commitment.
After they’ve done the do and got dressed Malia receives a text from Lydia, telling her they need to talk urgently.
In the next scene Derek tries to bond with Eli, offering to practice with him for the upcomming lacrosse game but as it turns out Eli escaped through the window of his bedroom.
We see a short scene of Deaton and Chris in a garage where Deaton hold a silver bullet and says he needs answers.
Next we see Lydia and Scott pull up in their car to where they meet Malia. They greet each other and Scott and Malia have a bit of a weird moment which makes sense considering their past. However if this was real, everyone would act like this because they’ve all dated each other. Anyway, they head out into the woods to find the nemeton.
Back to Deaton and Chris, Deaton asks a bunch of weird questions and riddles before they start a fight and Deaton eventually throws mountain ash on Chris. He then stumbles backwards and from his mouth a firefly appears and flies away. Which leads to the question how the fuck this firefly got inside him or how long it has been possessing him. Also what was the point of this? Was Chris evil during the previous scenes? Doesn’t make much sense to me.
In the woods, Lydia, Scott and Malia come across Eli who just so happens to know where the nemeton is. Again, this tree has been in the picture since S3 how has no one ever remembered where this thing is located? They eventually find the tree and send Eli home before they start their little ritual with the dirt and the sword. They all claim to have no idea what they’re doing but who came up with this idea in the first place? Either way the sword gets sucked into the tree and they decide to leave, thinking nothing has happened. If I ever see a sword get sucked into a tree I would think at least something has happened, right? Or is that just me. Through some magic light Allison appears completely naked and unconscious and they all turn back around to go pick her up and get her to the car.
They drive her to the hospital where they meet Melissa. They put her in a room, wondering if it’s really her or not. In the meantime, a whole swearm of those fireflies get to the nemeton and enter it. The sword reappears as well as the nogitsune we’ve known from S3.
There’s a cut and we switch to the school where Coach pep talks a bunch of lacrosse players as well as Eli who is walking behind everyone else. The Sherif appears and talks to him, telling him not to steal the jeep while Derek is off to tell the coach to let his son play in the game even though he sucks.
At the hospital Lydia, Malia, Scott and Melissa discuss what’s happening with Allison while she manages to sneak out of her room, steal some clothes and tries to escape the hospital. They chase after her and I have to say, for someone who has been dead for 15 years it’s pretty impressive that she was able to fight off several security guards, a were-coyote and an alpha. Even for someone with her training, she’s still human. But hey, power balance isn’t one of teen wolf’s strenghts. There’s a short fight where Scott tries to tell her who he is but she doesn’t remember, she is only looking for Derek Hale. Which I find odd. Why does she only remember Derek and not the others?
She injures Scott with a pair of scissors and watches him heal therefor she knows he is one of the monsters. She breaks free and manages to escape after meeting her father and not recognizing him either. Once again, why does she remember no one except Derek?
At the police station, Sherif tells Mason, Parrish and another deputy to do their jobs basically before they all leave. A single deputy is left at the station and when he hears a weird noise he goes to investigate only to find the nogitsune in one of the cells. He tells him the deputy is a kitsune as well and goes on to kill him to steal “his nine tails”. I didn’t really get this scene or what the point of it was besides the nogitsune getting more powerful and leaving behind a body for the others to find.
Outside the hospital, Scott, Chris, Deaton, Malia and Melissa talk about how Allison might not be herself and that she didn’t recognize either of them. They come to the conclusion that she only remembers being a hunter and is now a threat to every werewolf, especially Derek.
Allison arrives at the basement of, what I assume is, the Argent household and goes straight to picking up some weapons. While in there, the nogitsune appears and uses the form of her dead mother to convince her to kill the others, starting with the betas. Also she drops the F bomb in that scene, which was fine but I could’ve thought of better uses.
Lydia and Jackson arrive at the police station where they find the dead body of the deputy.
Derek carries his son through the locker room at the school because he has injured his foot after playing for like a minute at the game. Eli is disappointed but Dereks tries to cheer him up by telling him how great he is. At least he’s being a good dad. Allison shows up and attacks them while Derek tells Eli to run away. They fight and he realizes who she is before she shoots him with an arrow, nearly killing him before Liam and his girlfriend (who happens to be a kitsune) show up to save him. Scott and Malia arrive as well and Allison decides to leave. Derek is basically bleeding to death but keeps talking about Eli and how he can’t run or transform.
Once again, we see the sherif and the deputies at the scene of a forest fire and they still have no idea what caused the fires but they conclude it’s not a regular arsonist. The mood shifts and a bunch of oni appear and attack the deputies.
A short cut of a scene with Derek, Scott and Malia in the car, talking about them having to find Eli because he can’t transform nor heal on his own, making him an easy target for Allison.
Back with the deputies, we see Mason wandering around, randomly shooting through the fog while the oni appear. They attack and kill one of the random deputies before they get to Sherif Stilinski, Mason and Parrish. They try to fight them but eventually get turned into smoke and disappear.
Back at the Hale house, Derek is on the couch, surrounded by Melissa, Malia, Chris, Scott and Deaton who takes care of his wound. He says the healing works faster with fire which is when Peter appears out of nowhere with a blowtorch. Typical Peter behavior even if it’s more than weird. He then proceids to burn the wolfsbane out of Derek’s wound to save him. After that Scott heads out after receiving some encouraging words from his mother.
Eli apparently decided to take the car to flee and is now trying to pump some gas when Allison shows up, crashing her car into his at the Hale Auto shop. He stumbles and hurries inside with his ankle still injured.
Liam and his girlfriend arrive at the Police station where they meet Lydia and Jackson. They tell them about the dead deputy and Liam’s girlfriend explains he was a kitsune as well.
the adults at the Hale house talk about how Allison might be an illusion and Peter confronts Chris about it but he assures him that this isn’t his daughter and he will not be guided by emotion.
Eli is still trying to get away from Allison and hides inside the shop, waiting for his moment to attack her. But he is still injured and she quickly takes over, ready to kill him.
To his luck, Scott arrives and distracts her but that results in him getting shot by her arrow instead. The two werewolves get out and Scott manages to get Eli to heal his wounds and injured ankle by triggering his healing. Yes, Scott is still the Alpha™ and just growls at him to get him to heal 15 years of trauma. Either way it works and they can now run into the forest where Scott tells him to keep going alone because he needs to confront her.
At the police station, the four of them discover that the hooded person who stole the jar is the same person to set the forest on fire. Lydia and Jackson decide to find the person who set the fires while Liam and his girlfriend go leave to find Scott.
Liam stumbles onto a road and almost gets run over by the Sherif who then takes him in while Melissa, Peter and Chris decide to follow his tracks into the woods.
Scott and Allison still fight while he tries to talk some sense into her.
The Sherif and Eli arrive back at the Hale house where Derek has healed completely and is relieved to see his son alive. One thing I love about this movie is Derek being a Good Dad™
However their little moment gets interrupted by a bunch of Oni showing up once again.
Liam and his girlfriend break down in their car and get attacked by the Oni as well before they both get taken down and turn into smoke.
At the Hale house, they all try to fight but don’t stand a chance against the Oni. Derek gets stabbed in front of his son who then runs and hides in the basement with Malia.
Eli goes ahead to fight the Oni but also gets taken down and just like the others disappears into smoke. Only Malia survives by pulling down the curtains of the windows and letting sunlight in, making the Oni disappear.
Scott and Allison have been fighting the entire time and she has cornered him at the edge of a cliff. He still tries to convince her he’s the good guy and eventually stabs himself with her knife to prove she can trust him.
At the police station, Jackson is tired of sitting around and he and Lydia decide to head out to the woods to investigate the fires when Malia and Parrish show up and tell them everyone else has been taken by the Oni. Also loved this little moment of Jackson with the shrug.
After that we see the best shot of the movie: the full body sniff. Peter crawling on the floor, pointing out a huge ass puddle of blood that everyone saw even without werewolf senses.
At the burnsite, Lydia and Jackson search for clues. While Malia and Parrish go off to “kill” the Oni with silver. I don’t know how they suddenly came to this conclusion and never though of this before but ok.
Scott and Allison make their way through the woods while Scott points out her regrets and her mask starts to crumble when he mentions their motto “We protect those who cannot protect themselves”.
Back at the burnside, Lydia and Jackson figure out what the trees that burnt down create mountain ash and the person who did it used the fires to do exactly that. I don’t remember if it was ever mentioned in the series where mountain ash came from but cudos to Lydia for knowing it either way.
Malia and Parrish have another moment and kiss while they pick out weapons to kill the Oni while Scott and Allison arrive at what looks like a basement. We later learn it’s a room inside the stadium. Scott is still very badly injured and close to dying while Allison has visions of the nogitsune/ her mother telling her to keep kililng them even though she’s having doubts.
Next we see Eli waking up, tied to a wooden post. Around him are all the others who have been kidnapped by the oni, they’re all tied up as well. He tells Derek he managed to heal but they are now trapped, that’s when the Oni show up once again. Also.. this set. It’s supposed to look creepy but to be honest it looks cheap. And the strings, I’m not even calling them ropes, they used to tie up the people look like they fall apart at the slightest pull.
Scott finally wakes up and talks to Allison and tells her she died in his arms and if she wants to know more about the past she has to save him from dying.
Back in the Oni world, they try to break free but Deaton kindly reminds them the strings are so powerful and can’t hold them back while the Oni approach them with their swords. Liam then notices the sounds around them which then lead us to the lacrosse field and the match that is happening at the same moment.
The scene switches and we see the lacrosse stadium and the teams running onto the field as well as the coach doing his usual thing.
Meanwhile Melissa, Chris and Peter have stumbled through the woods and came to the conclusion that Allison must have gotten Scott and that their destination is also the lacrosse stadium.
Jackson and Lydia are driving in their car while she is on the phone with Parrish who is still with Malia picking out weapons. Lydia suggests that the one who set the fires this time might also be the one to set the fire who killed Dereks family 20 years ago. Which, to me seems a little far fetched but ok. And she goes on to say that this person was supposed to be dead.
Speaking of, the next shot shows us the hooded person who leaves a trail of mountain ash around the base of the stadium which then magically merges together. So it’s not just regular mountain ash, this one moves on its own. But with this scene, and others later, I never get why bystanders don’t find these people suspiscious or say anything. You see a hooded dude pour out some shit from a container and you decide to ignore it? Ok I guess.
Back in the basement, Scott pulls out his wallet and shows Allison the picture they took together 15 years ago which then helps her remember their past. We see a bunch of flashbacks from their time together, a dozen scenes of them being lovey and cute. And he talks about them and their friends. Once again, he tells her she needs to save him by burning the wolfsbane out of his wound in order to hear about the rest.
The nogitsune arrives at the Oni scene and climbs up the stairs to the others, once again talking in riddles. He first turns to Derek and then to Eli to which Derek says to not be afraid. Eli, the gen z that he is, responds with some witty comment for which I actually love him. 10/10 humor. The nogitsune talks about him not being a wolf just yet and scratches his cheek only for Derek to growl at him.
Next we see Scott almost passed out, seemingly waking up from Derek’s howling when Allison approaches him with a road flare thingy. The same they already used back in S3 during the Motel California episode. She uses the flame to burn out his wound and yet again we see flashbacks, this time from said episode and this is what bothers me. They use these flashbacks to show the emotions and memories but they never show a single frame of Stiles. (I assume it’s because of copy right regarding Dylan but it feels out of place. He was so important for Scott and they fucked this up in the later seasons as well)
The fire triggers his healing and he screams in pain which can be heard by the other werewolves in the Oni world. Like before, it helps Eli to heal the wound the nogitsune gave him and Derek is all star-eyed, happy dad for his pup to become a big wolf. And Eli, once again, delivers the hilarious line of “how am I supposed to see my own eyes”. The nogitsune gets mad and goes for Eli again.
In the meantime the lacrosse game has been going and it doesn’t look great for Coach and his team. Scott discovers they’re right by the field and Allison says she needs to find his father because he is also in danger and that she might remember Scott before she leaves.
In the Oni world, the nogitsune decides to yeet Eli and throws him through a portal that has him landing in the middle of the lacrosse field where he immediately gets run over by the players.
Scott follows Allison out and stops her to tell her to be careful because no one knows it’s really her. He’s being the simp he is and tells her he still loves her. Which fits him tbh but after so many years and other girlfriends it feels a little out of place. But she was his first love and died in his arms so he may be excused.
She leaves and Scott gets a look of the field and realizes Eli is walking around all disoriented while being yelled at by the coach.
Jackson and Lydia arrive at the stadium and discover the mountain ash and that it can’t be broken, figuring out that whatever is supposed to take place is happening right now. Jackson tried to break the seal but it merges back together right before the hooded person steps around a corner. And this is something that bothered me for ages, the inconsistency of these magical things in the series. Sometimes they could break it sometimes it was impossible. One time a wind blow let them through, the other time Scott had to fight for his life to get through.
Scott catches up with Eli and he explains him where everyone is and that they’re trapped. Scott walks around with a massive blood stain on his shirt but no one seems to notice. They head out of the stadium but get stopped by the mountain ash barrier which Scott runs into head first.
The hooded person reveils his face and Lydia immediately recognizes him as their old chemistry teacher while Jackson has no idea. Classic Jackson, we love them for that. Adrian Harris then responds with “I was your chemistry teacher, Jackson. You fucking imbecile.” Loved the second use of the F bomb. He then shoots Jackson with something? and demands Lydia to scream.
Eli and Scott rush to the coach to ask him for help to get all the people out the stadium without panic. They all figure out that the only way to do that is to play lacrosse and win the game so they change into the jerseys and play.
Jackson is on the ground and Harris has Lydia grabbed by her arm, showing her the Oni World and her friends suffering. Again I’m not judging the CGI here but damn. Whoever did this really let it slack.
We switch over to the Oni world where the others are still trapped. Derek, Deaton and Sherif talk about how Derek hasn’t transformed into a wolf since the one time when Eli was little. He got so scared that Derek never dared to do that again which also might be the reason for him to take so long to discover his own powers.
On the field, they’re still playing lacrosse and Scott shoots the ball miles from the goal, all the way up to the score board where Allison just happens to be standing, smiling at him.
Harris still pressures Lydia into screaming. Telling her that her heartbreak pain is especially appealing to a nogitsune that’s when she reveals why she and Stiles broke up. Namely because she kept having visions of him dying in a car crash. I understand the reasoning and her motif to save Stiles but really? Breaking up with him was the only solution she could think of after everything they’ve been through?
Peter walks up to Allison at the railing and straig up smashes her head against it knocking it out. No word spoken. We switch back to Scott and Eli on the field, stll playing for the win while the other team’s coach questions Scott even being on the team because he looks 30. Which tbh is hard to tell from so far away with all the gear on. Anyway, Coach replies and tells him that’s Greenberg. 10/10
In the Oni world they can hear the game above them and Derek is happy Dad once again that his son is actually playing. They keep playing, Eli makes the shot and they win. Everyone cheers and people start leaving the stadium.
At the top rank, Peter is holding his claws to Allison’s throat when Melissa and Chris show up. Chris throws a blade at Peter who catches is and infects himself with the wolfsbane before letting go of Allison.
Chris and Allison hug and they’re happy to be back together even if she still doesn’t know for sure who she is. Tha’s when smoke appears and Allison grabs her bow and just straight up walks into it and disappears. Which is dumb. Just dumb.
She, Eli and Scott land in the Oni world and realize they’re now trapped as well while Malia and Parrish arrive at the Stadium. Whatever the fuck took them so long.
Right in front of Scott, Allison and Eli some Oni appear and they go in for a fight, now knowing how to kill them. They do a weirdly choreographed partner fight but it gets the job done.
Malia and Parrish sit by the mountain ash barrier and he trie to burn through it while there are literally people standing behind him and watching him turn into a hellhound.
The fight in the Oni world oes on but they need to wait for Parrish and the silver bullets. However I always thought they were also killing the werewolves with silver, shouldn’t Allison’s weapon be silver?
Lydia, Jackson and Harris are still watching from the outside and when Allison is about to get hit, she goes on to scream.
The shock waves pushes back the Oni and gives Scott and Allison a moment to recover while she is having major flashbacks of their friendship which makes her remember everything. Once again, not a single frame of Stiles in sight.
The nogitsune holds Eli at, well, claw-point and Scott offers his life in return of the others. Offering to sacrifice himself and dying in Allison’s arms in order to save everyone else. Allison refuses at first but then goes on to shoot him with not one but THREE arrows in the heart before he falls down. Also somehow he put on a clean shirt after the game that is now also covered in blood.
The Oni that threatened Peter, Melissa and Chris disappear, showing the game of the nogitsune is over.
The nogitsune thinks he has won because Scott is about to die but the arrows go up in flames instead and he heals his wounds.
Thanks to Liam’s girlfriend and her fox fire, he is saved and Allison manages to shoot the nogitsune right in the head with her arrow. Don’t know when or how they came up with this plan or if she did that all by herself but it felt like an easy fix.
The nogitsune is mad again and the Oni reappear along with Melissa, Peter and Chris who all start fighting and killing them thanks to their silver weapons.
Lydia and Jackson are still watching everything with Harrison while Jackson pulls a knife out of his boot and attacks him. Don’t know what he cut exactly but this was the only time we got to see Jackson’s kanima eyes. However they manage to knock Harris out and Lydia clumsily reaches for his gun and takes it away.
The nogitsune vanishes for a moment which gives Eli the chance to free his dad with their combined power. Derek once again being a super dad. They bond over being werewolves and being Hales and break the ropes together ♥ before they go on to free everyone else super fucking easily.
Parrish and Malia are there too now somehow and hand out silver bullets to everyone who has a gun so they can kick the Oni’s asses. Also Sherif shoots one right in the face.
The nogitsune stumbles back towards them, super mad and you can see him spitting everywhere while he’s talking. He talks about the gift Scott gave him and rips off the bandages around his head to reveal his transforming face. But he just looks really fucking ugly.
Scott and the others wolf out and he, Derek and Eli go to attack him but are transported into another place. Each one finds themselves in a room matching their eye color. Scott in red, Derek blue and Eli yellow. They can hear each other but the nogitsune starts to attack them.
They figure they can break the illusion by finding each other and eventually manage to fight off the nogitsune and break out of these rooms together. This whole scene seemed kinda pointless and while it was visually pleasing it did nothing for the plot in my eyes.
Once they’re back in the Oni world, they hold onto the nogitsune so Parrish can come and kill him off. But apparently he couldn’t do that on his own so he yeets Scott off the nemeton after telling him he’s the alpha and Eli is part of his pack now before he tells Parrish to Blaze it™. Actually he says “Light this fucker up” so we have F bomb number 3.
Parris doesn’t hesitate at all and burns the nogitsune AND Derek to a crisp while everyone else just stands there shoked to the max including Derek’s own son. And for a brief moment we see his eyes glow red one last time before they basically explode and only Parrish is left behind.
Everyone is shocked and sad and speechless and Eli is breaking down and once again we see this monstrosity of a fucked up perspective.
Allison walks up tp Scott to take his hand as if they hadn’t just watched their friend die. The oni masks drop to the ground, disappear and they are all back on the lacrosse field. We hear soothing music and people hug and help each other up. Lydia and Jackson come over to the field while Scott and Allison share a kiss.
They pull away and look over to Eli who just lost the only fucking family he had since his mother is non-exsistend. And this is the worst moment in the movie for me. This kid lost his dad after everything and they’re treating it like nothing. They might be used to losing Derek, or thinking he is dead, but for this kid his world is ending. However Scott walks up to him to hug him because that makes it so much better.
The camera zooms out and we see the empty stadium.
The next scene show’s Derek’s funeral service in their home. Everyone’s there even the Coach who didn’t even know Derek existed until the beginning of the movie. Scott stands at the front and starts giving a speach about how Derek has saved his life in so many ways and how he made him and Eli brothers. He makes an important point about found family and how much they all mean to each other. At this point we’re all crying.
Eli walks out with tears in his eyes and the Sherif follows him out in the hallway. He hands him the keys to the jeep and Eli mentions once again that Derek hated it which leaves us wondering why Derek hated Stiles jeep so much. The Sherif goes on about how Derek kept fixing that jeep after Stiles left it even though it was so beyond repair and how Derek always managed to get up after a defeat and kept going just like that. We see a bunch of flashbacks of Derek getting punched, tortured, beaten and so on while the Sherif tells Eli to just keep it going.
The scene switches and we see the Eli driving the Jeep through the woods and over a bridge with some soothing and happy music in the background.
The scene changes and we see Scott and Allison at the dog shelter before the camera switches over to Deaton and Eli who adopted a dog. Allison tells Scott she feels wistful about having lost so much time but Scott isn’t worried about the past because he knows he’s having a future with Eli and with Allison.
They kiss again and we see a police car driving down the street at night. Inside there’s Harris and a deputy. Which is already weird because why would any normal person transport a criminal at night? They stop in front of a big iron fence and we see there’s another car behind them. Harris asks what’s going on when two men get out of the car behind them and continue to grab him and pull him out of the deputy car. Another man gets out of the car, this time it’s Conrad Fenris, the director of Eichenhouse, while they drag Harris to he back of the other car. He complains about the others being crazy and about the kids being werewolves to which Fenris replies they’ve heard plenty of stories about teenage werewolves and there’s always a new one. This whole scene feels unnecessary unless they’re trying to promote a second movie which I hope will not be coming.
The last scene shows the cliff over Beacon Hills and Eli walking up to the edge during a full moon with glowing eyes and we hear a lion-king-line “Remember who you are” in Derek’s voice.
I’m sure they’re trying to promote him as the new teen wolf, the new kid. To be fair they made him likable and relatable enough that kids like him and I’m sure he will do great but do we really need another teen wolf series? As much as I love the characters, spin offs usually ruin the source material as seen with this movie.
So that’s the movie. It honestly felt like binging 3 seasons of the show in one day. A lot of shit happening any only after going over everything a second time to make this post I actually understood half the shit that was happening. Most of the scenes felt rather rushed and even though I get there’s not much time in a movie to show actual growth I was hoping for less “easy” fixes. This is a problem that happened often during the show that always bothered me. They got Derek to fix everything in 5 minutes, Scott had magical alpha powers and could suddenly do impossible things. Sometimes this feels like lazy writing and the rushed explanations or even the lack of explanations felt exactly like that.
However I enjoyed seeing these beloved characters in their new lives even though we didn’t get to see much about what they actually do and even if I’m still sad that some characters didn’t make a comeback I think they came up with a pretty decent storyline. At first I was sceptical about bringing Allison back but it fit. But just like the later seasons of the show, I watched this because I love the characters and the cast not the great writing.
I don’t agree with a lot of choices they made (killing Derek, giving Derek a son, Malia and Parrish being a thing) most of it seemed wrong in a way but I can accept their choices and the movie was still somewhat enjoyable even though I continuously switched between “I hate this”, “I love this” and “What the fuck”.
Solid 7.5/10 thanks to the many funny lines from Jackson, Coach and Eli
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I truly never thought I'd have to do this kind of craft work on a human, but I think that's it, I don't see her as that anymore and she voluntarily signed on, against my consent, so now we're here.
Yeah, lady, the world itself looks really weird, every screen name is a triplicate joke, the audience barks when I tell them to just like you do, and you're being mined, and the universe is returning it back to you in reflections while you get hollowed out and replaced by whatever the fuck I put in there since you refuse to stop. And there's literally millions of us and them now. And you're stuck until you make the only intelligent choice, and I think you're too far gone for that.
Welcome to how a real Magician does battle. But spit on a crystal for me. That'll save you from me successfully warping reality to end you slowly and miserably, sure.
Ability restrictions temporarily lifted until the enemy is rendered Silent.
Print me out another warning sign that's meant for you.
Humanity is all one giant Soul, Shealyn, and so is he, formless and partless, and humanity, and you refused to ever get to know him through yourself, and you repress and deny and run from anything of your own, and try to steal the identities of others, so like, the You, that is an Identity with some Real Estate on the World Soul? Sis there ain't much there. And with most of it being you strapping my identity over you, I'd win even without you signing to me like an octopus jibberish spewing dumbass.
Like, it's just gonna get worse. It's very much an unbroken circle. Several actually. Your material is mined, and either given to me, distributed to the focus of others and dissolving into the universe, and then the universe trades that in the current timeline for the same information being displayed, and now glitchtrap turned the pizza plex into the sewers of the dark hour, and multiple Tartari are hitting to reinforce this focus, and more games and queues are already locked and loaded. 100 million eyes right into conceptual Tartarus, atop the 30M I already had banging around in there that pointed out to the others that it was fuckin Tartarus, thanks. Yeah, figure it out, sweetheart, you're FUCKED.
Even your own interests, what few are actually yours, soon will not even be safe to engage with anymore. Time to climb Tartarus hunters, on Supernatural Sundays.
It doesn't miss me that, through all of this nonsense, you've seen me as Loki, or Anubis, or Eros, or the Reaper, or whatever the fuck, depending on what I'm using to skin your grey matter at the time, but in all of this, you never even once appealed to your fake voice of hermes you claim to be a priestess of, which is incredibly odd. Maybe because you know how quickly you'd get embarrassed, and instead choose to embarrass yourself with this other shit.
You said you didn't want anyone who wouldn't defend you. Where the fuck is he? Oh right, not defending at you. Helping me slap possessed cat memes and christmas in the pit jokes on the backbrains of the internet backrooms while you wander around lost amidst the dancing shrimp of everyone knowing your shit subconsciously. Fuck me running. Neverminding you just deadass letting your grampa get basically nuked. Not my fuckin fault, side effect of your OWN choice to sacrifice him, how this shit works, the beacon and everything set up. Sorry, he got shredded. You coulda just stopped but now I think he's part of the deadpool reaper or what the fuck ever that became.
Catch a clue bitch, even if I don't call it magic, what I'M doing is "magic". What you're doing is regressive coping with some roleplay elements. It's not the same thing.
The gods are not your stuffed bunnies, your comfort pals, they're not in love with you, you do not have nightly couch parties across seven pantheons where they make sure your delirious ass feeds fluffy because you're such a pretty special princess that doesn't have to do anything. You are a schizoid with disassociative habits that has manipulated and deleted real narratives through life to make it by, and conned everyone around you including yourself, and built an altar to my face to speak divine octopus jibberish, because you can't let go. And now, the couch party of gods in your head is all me poking you when I find it funny, because you are only possessed by two things: your obsession with me and inability to let go, and by proxy of pissing me off this bad by me myself now.
Did you think I was kidding when I said I'd End this one way or another now that your titanically stupid ass set off the acme trap? Release Coyote, goddamn. Let me go. I'm sorry I wasn't able to guide you and I'm sorry I or even he didn't know how to help you find yourself, we tried to give advice and you always went the other way, even when we were on good terms, hence Driving In Reverse. But this shit is gonna end. For the years of pain and grief you've caused me, and the harassment, and all of the bad information you've given to people that encourage opposite-land behaviors to what the god you're claiming teaches. As is point proven in the difference, while you bounce around blind as my radio receiver and start unspooling and I'm just over here moonwalking to it while mutating into the god of memes, like, what's not clicking. Let me go.
Do you even understand what an insufferable piece of shit you've had to be to make me go to this limit? You didn't even know I could do shit like this, you saw parts close to it, or elements of it used in other things, but you never saw this, and sure as shit don't understand it. I've never done this to anyone ever. Ever. You are a first and probably the last. But there is so much harm, and ill will in you, you're just here to wander around selfishly caging what you can and trying to annoy them to death while KNOWING you're full of shit, even indirectly admitting it recently. Like it's OVER, you got ONE CHOICE AND REFUSE, so yeah, we're gonna keep minecrafting you to bits and see what happens when I rebuild a different human from the inside-out.
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Hey so what's up with just people being able to sense that I'm never going to tell them to fuck off so they can just say or do whatever they'd like? Is there beacon? Can someone turn it off please?
I was stupid enough to respond to this guy's post on Bluelight and now he sends me several messages like this a day. And I feel bad, I do, but I don't even know this person whatsoever. Whar could I possibly even say to him? Like he keeps asking me specific questions about tapering Klonopin and I keep telling him I fon't know, I've always just quit benzos cold turkey because I'm a dumbass and also that 'm not trying to just guess at it when if he could cor real die if I'm wrong.
Anyway, just a few random messages not in any kind of chronological order or anything.
"Last night I took shrooms and acid both for the first time in 3 years. Mixed it with klonopin, muscle relaxers, alcohol, weed, meth, and cocaine. Ended up having to Go to ER. Possibly heart and brain damage. Good thing im seeing my cardiologist and neurologist soon. I smoked some meth after getting out of ER. couldn’t resist. I was with a friend. Well I’m out now and have Money only to pay back dealers so no more meth for me"
"Not even tired after all the klonopin and vodka and muscle relaxers. Gonna see a friend and drink and take muscle relaxers and klonopin"
"I build a tolerance to every substance quickly for some reason. Especially methamphetamine. I just slammed and that I have about 1.7 or 1.8 grams left so imma let that sit for after my tolerance break. I’m gonna enjoy this last high before the gnarly come down. I missed one shit and all the blood clotted and I couldn’t see if it was registering so I just sprayed it into the sink. Made another shot. Quarter gram. Felt amazing but not too high right now. Also smoked a couple hits and a line"
"I slammed about .5 grams and dissolved and drank about .5 grams. Maybe a little more. I have high blood pressure and take pills for it. I take them with speed to be safe. I was diagnosed while I was sober so it was from 10 years of drug abuse. Also have a referral for a neurologist for a possible stroke at aneurysm I possibly had last year when I mixed meth, adderall, Xanax, alcohol. I’m 24 years old. And yeah I don’t wanna fuck up my progress at all. So what I’m gonna do is either flush it or use it all cuz I have to make sure I’m present at work"
"I’m not done with the meth. I lied to myself"
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The Warden.
SUMMARY: AFTER FALLING IN A TRAP LAID BY SAM, YOU'RE STUCK IN THE PRISON (AGAIN) AND THINGS GET A LITTLE STEAMY WITH THE WARDEN WHEN HE VISITS YOUR CELL.
pairing: awesamdude x chubby fem reader
word count: 3.2k
warnings: pretty rougher than i'd usually do, not realistic, authority-ish dynamics, handjob, unprotected sex, breeding kink (oof)
A/N: Happy halloween! Sorry this isn't a continuation of any of my fics, I'm sorry, I have brainrot OTL I thought I'd write a little Awesamdude to spice things up!!!
Known for your escapades and trifling ways, you held the title of Server Thief much to the chagrin of a little Prison Warden.
Agile hands and a special affection for shiny things brought you to this position: Climbing atop of the Prison in search of the greatest beacon ever created.
With more diamonds than you can count and emeralds that span for an entire chunk, it would glisten under the sun so brightly anyone in its vicinity needed sunglasses to avoid any damage.
But when you reach the rooftop, Obsidian still warm from the sunlight well into the night, there’s barely anything. A simple beacon with only 9 diamond blocks, that wasn’t going to blind anyone.
“Looking for something?”
Fuck.
“Heeey, Mr W, sir, looking good,” You turn around in one motion, hands turning into finger guns as you try to charm your way out of this.
“Hands where I can see them, Thief.” As you throw your hands up, he approaches you, weapon en guarde.
“Is this really necessary, I mean, no harm was done, I just came here to … Stargaze.”
Sam stares at you in disbelief, “Yeah, what planet is that?” He points to the big bright yellow toned blob in the sky.
“Uh…Venus?”
“That’s the Moon, dumbass.”
You hiss a “so close” before turning to plead at him once again. “Hey, nothing wrong with picking up a new hobby…”
“You can’t run forever, y’know.” The lead binds your wrists together tightly, a long bit allows him to tug you along.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” you shrug, “just as long as you’re still running after me.”
Sam scoffs, pulling you tight into his body, arm thrown across your shoulders, you stare at him, wide-eyed. Straining your neck to look at his face even with your taller-than-average stature, his hand strongly around your waist.
He throws an ender pearl toward the entrance. And just before you know it, he jumps across the ledge.
You’re in a free-fall, wind cutting across your cheeks as you scream.
Sam is laughing even as you both plunge toward the ground.
Once the pearl hits the ground, you’re both safely teleported.
You’re hardly breathing, hair a rat’s nest. The warden can’t help his laughter as he opens the entrance and drags you along the prison. You pout, following him until you’re thrown in one of the common cells.
“You know, my requests for redecor are sure taking a long time to get through to management”
Sam chuckles, dangling his keys around his pointer finger, “Well, why don’t you keep getting arrested? I’m sure that will help.”
You roll your eyes, crashing into the thin, uncomfortable bed.
It doesn’t take long before you’re bored out of your mind, walking around in your cell, looking for a way to bother your favourite Prison Warden. You grip at the iron bars, sticking your face as far as it will let you, pursuing your lips as you sing:
“Oh, Mr. Warden~”
Though Sam tries to ignore you, you manage to win.
He comes barreling down the long hall and you smile; His trident clanks to the obsidian floor and with impeccable posture, the Warden stands at the front of your cell, eyes conveying all his hatred.
“What do you need, 1031?”
You pout, “I’m hungry~”
Sam sighs, “It’s not meal time.”
“This is a violation of human rights!”
Sam leans down to your eye level, raising an eyebrow, “Prisoners have no rights.” You hear the whistling of his heavy breathing from the vents that surround his gas mask,
“Yes… Yes they do. I’m hungry, come on.” You whine, unknowingly stepping away from his intense gaze.
He sighs, giving up. “Alright.”
Licking your lips, you grip tighter on the iron bars, peeking between metal, “Hate to see you leave… Love to watch you go,” You bite your lips, admiring how tightly his dark cargo uniform hugged his figure.
When he comes back, he tells you to step back before dropping a boiling plate of oatmeal on the small window.
“Thank you, Mr. W~!” You sing as you watch his figure leave. Sam just sighs.
It had been almost half an hour since he had dropped off your food, not only should you have been done by now, you were also awfully quiet for someone so rowdy and annoying. As he approaches your cell, all he can hear aside from his own footsteps is the running tap.
“Shit,” he curses, rushing to open the door. The plate is on the floor, oatmeal splattered across the floor but you’re nowhere to be seen. “1031, come on! State your whereabouts”
When you peek from the curtains, Sam is speechless, frozen in place as he sighs.
You smile weakly, “For someone who’s so proud of his ‘inescapable prison’ you were sure worried I had escaped.”
“What did you do?” He makes sure to step back and stand between you and the cell door, just in case.
“I burnt myself.”
“Are you thick? How the fuck did you do that?”
“Oh, I’m sorry handcuffs aren’t the most flexible thing around.”
“...”
He huffs, pounding on the door to close it behind himself before he steps to your washing corner, pulling the curtains at once.
“W-What are you doing?!” You stutter, pulling the curtain back, hoping he hadn’t seen anything, but unfortunately, he made it very clear he had.
“WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!” Sam covers his mouth, so thankful for the bright red curtain that stays between the two of you.
“I wasn’t exactly expecting visits!” You sigh, cursing the universe for this embarrassing moment.
“...There’s a first aid kit under your bed with some clean bandages, wrap yourself up and put on some clothes, I’ll bring you… I’ll bring another plate.”
You’re sitting on the bed by the time he comes back, opening the cell door and stepping inside, letting it close with a loud bang. Sam places the plate by your side, eyes glued to you.
He grabs a pair of handcuffs, attaching it to the lead around your wrists and the headboard.
The both of you engage in a staring contest, until he breaks the silence, “Go on… Eat.”
You just raise your arms, showing the very clear chains that bind your wrists together, hoping he’d undo them, but Sam just sighs, sitting next to you.
When he grabs the spoon, scooping bits and raising it to your face, you just freeze.
Sam looks annoyed and out of time, though that would be just his default emotions usually. He just shoves the spoon toward your mouth, you open it hesitantly, cringing at the now very lukewarm oatmeal.
“Thanks. You don’t have to do that, I can figure it out…” You mutter, chewing your terrible prison food. God, those Yelp reviews you left don’t seem very effective.
“So you can try and kill yourself again? not a chance.”Sam scoops up another spoonful, tapping at your lips. It spills in a clump over your bust and he unconsciously just uses the spoon to scrape it off your skin.
Only realising his action later, you cough to hide your embarrassment.
“Well, if I keep making you spoon-feed me, your pretty, angelic girlfriend will skin me alive,” You laugh at the thought of that petite thing trying to take you down.
“She won’t,” Sam replies, scooping you another bite.
“Oh, I won’t fall for that again! She was furious the last time.”
“We… We broke up.” He clears his throat.
“What?!”
He remains quiet.
“What did you do?”
Sam scowls at your words, “Why is that your first question?!”
“Oh, come on, Sam, she’s a smart, gorgeous woman with a beauty unlike any other, any guy would kill to be your position…”
You weren’t lying, she was this perfect little thing with a killer bod who made anyone swoon. Much unlike a thief who only brought stress.
He sighs, choosing to ignore your words, “She...She just wasn’t right for me.” Sam fakes a smile, another spoonful of oats waiting for you.
You bite your lip nervously, “It’s okay, I’m sure you will find someone.”
He sighs again.
“You know these are so undercooked, right?” You comment in the hopes of changing the mood but he seems surprised.
Sam frowns, removing his mask before he brings the spoon to his lips, gagging at the flavourless mush, “Holy shit, how have you been eating this?”
You laugh, pretending you’re not enticed by his gorgeous smile, “I don’t exactly have an option...You… You have some.” Pointing to your lips, you look at the clump that sits on his cheek.
He brings his hand to his face, wiping at the completely wrong side. “No, not that side,”
“Where?”
“Not there”
“Just point”
“There”
“Ugh,” You groan in frustration bringing your hand to wipe it off his face, but unable to thanks to your handcuffs. In a bout of irritation, you just lean forward, licking the bit off his cheeks.
Sam freezes, staring at you as you swallow, licking your lips in sequence.
You realise what you did, staring at his face, “I-I’m- I’m sorry-” Your words are cut off by the crashing of his lips against yours.
The warden throws the plate across the rooms, letting his hands be free as he cups your cheeks, bringing you into him. The plate splats into the ground, the mushy oatmeal slipping across the cement as you groan into his kiss, your body subconsciously leaning into his touch.
When you part, Sam stares at your face, “Do you know how fucking long I’ve been waiting to do this?”
You gasp softly, not thinking anyone would ever look at you in such a way, let alone someone like Sam. The blush that spreads across your cheeks makes him chuckle, his right hand tangled around your hair just as his left caress your jaw.
It’s not too long before his lips are on yours again, this time more desperate, saliva dripping through and stringing down your chins. You’re both moaning into the kiss, his body towering yours the more he leans forward, wanting to drink every single one of your whimpers.
His hand travels under your shirt, the hotness of your skin aches against his touch. Fondling his way around, Sam is happily surprised by the lack of a bra, your skin is abundant even against his large palms. One hand is not enough to cup your chest properly.
You arch into his lips when he trails down wet kisses across your skin, taking his time into leaving dark marks, biting and nibbling stains onto your complexion.
Sam’s head is under your shirt, tongue dragging across your skin as his fingers pinch and twist at your nipples sending electricity straight to your core.
He kneads at the flesh of your stomach, much to your chagrin. You try to push him away, but Sam quickly holds your hands in place. His hand wraps around both of your wrists, holding them above your head while his other plays with the band of your trousers.
Pulling them at once, the Warden takes his time to admire your body, the contrasting colour of your pants against your skin and how much he wishes to litter marks of his lips and teeth along every centimetre of your thighs and stomach.
When you look up, his eyes seem to almost glow in the poorly lit cell, devouring every inch of your body. He stands tall, the uniform in a jet black hugs his muscles just right but you can help but wonder how his body would look under those straps and leather.
“I- I want to touch you- Please-” You breathe and beg, which Sam can’t deny. Not when you look so breathless, pressing your thighs together, your chest rising up and down in such a hypnotising motion.
“So eager, sheesh-”
“Shut-”
Sam tuts, “Come on, that’s not how you say it.” His fingers are under your chin, you feel his breath tickle your sore lips, you instinctively close your eyes, awaiting his kiss, but he just laughs.
“Beg, baby,” His thumb swipes at your bottom lip, not helping at the mess of colour your lipstick left.
“Please, please, please-”
His smile is short of devious.
He undoes the handcuffs, but not the knots around wrists.
Soon, you’re flipping him around, letting his back crash into the mattress and settling around his hips. Your thighs and stomach spill out of your underwear so beautifully.
You run your fingers through his shirt, feeling the definition of his chest. Tugging at the hem, you whine and he chuckles, helping you take it off. You lean forward, tracing his pecks and skin, every raised scar tissue, every mole, you admire it all.
Playing with the buttons of his pants, you run your fingernail across his clothed erection, earning yourself a choked groan.
“Fuck-” Sam covers his mouth, watching attentively as you lean forward, your chest lays over his thighs, cleavage looking so inviting he might just consider cumming all over your boobs. “Just fucking- Do it- Already!”
“If you ask nicely, Mr W,” A smile paints your lips, your hungry eyes scan the pained thirty look on his face.
“P-Please…” Sam breathes out, “Please, suck my dick…”
“Your wish is my command!”
Once his button pops open, you trace around the wet spot that stains his pants, feeling how much his thighs clench under your body. Every touch, as light as it is, makes his entire body jerk.
“Come on,” Sam warns you, tone breathy and less threatening than he wanted it to come out.
Holding his member feels hotter than you’d expected, it throbs in your hands when you pump it, dripping saliva to use as lube all over his skin.
His dark green veins glisten under your tongue, tip bright red, strings of precum leaking in a milky white. You pepper kisses along his length, faint marks of whatever is left of your lipstick.
Sam groans when you’re around him, hot tongue too much on top of every single stimulus he’s receiving. Your soft sighs, your body over his, the absolutely breathtaking view you’re giving him.
Your hair frames your face, hollowed out chubby cheeks swallowing him whole. So perfect and eager to suck him off, strings of saliva falling from your luscious lips, fingers so expertly massaging his balls and base.
It’s not too long until Sam leans back, his fingers tangled around your hair, guiding your face toward his crotch as you engulf his dick.
Letting the tip hit the back of your throat, you gag; vibrations travelling across his skin send a moan flying out of his lips. He smirks, eyes meeting your teary ones.
But you just look so pretty choking on his cock.
Your fingernails are scratching at his skin, red trails that mimick the tear that slips over your pretty face.
He pulls your head back, you gasp for air, a smile across your face. Sam brings you up, slamming his lips against yours.
You’re both chuckling as you settle into his lap, letting him feel the outline of your chest against his, every curve of yours drives his body fucking insane.
God, he can’t wait to feel you around him.
Sam wraps his arm around your waist as you throw your tied hands over his neck, fingers scratching at his nape. He lifts you over, pushing aside your underwear, one finger running over your folds, slick dripping over.
You press your lips to his before he can make a mean comment about your wetness.
When you settle over his cock, you both have your heads thrown back, sighs and moans escaping at the incredible feeling. Your walls clench around him, the pressure almost makes him cum at once.
Kindly letting you adjust, you both sit still, stabilising your breathing before he finally moves. Sam is bucking his hips in a slow and dragging rhythm, his hands are tight on your hips.
No matter how hard he grabs at your skin, it’s still soft and plush, spilling over his fingers. His lips are attached to your neck, teething and nibbling as you arch your chest, practically handing yourself over on a platter.
Whenever he bucks up, your boobs jiggle, dragging across his chest. Your lips are in a perfect little ‘O’, smeared lipstick painting a masterpiece around your cheeks, you’re his little criminal, sharp-tongued and agile, now bouncing pretty on him and sex-drunkenly moaning.
Every single aspect of your body drives him absolutely insane.
When you’re getting used to the pace, moving your hips to meet his, Sam ceases completely, leaving you a whining mess.
You’re leaning forward, whimpering in his ear, begging for him to move, to give it to you already!
“Move it, baby,” He breathes out, the very thought making him dizzy, “Ride me.”
You’re not about to deny his request.
Setting your own pace, it’s not too long before you bounce on his cock, your tits jumping all over the place as Sam leans back and watches the prettiest view, your body is absolutely glowing and not just from the sheen the sweat gives. The smirk on his face is more content than he lets it slip.
“What a waste of a pretty face...” His fingers are pressing on your cheeks, pulling your lips to meet his in a quick kiss, “Say my name, baby”
“Mr W~” You whine, doe-eyed and out of your damn mind, Sam raises an eyebrow and you gulp. “S...Sam. Sam! Sam!”
God, he could die right now and he’d be in pure bliss.
You lean forward, pressing your lips to his as you bounce fast, the bed is threatening to quit and buckle under the weight and movement of you two. Sam is moaning into your lips, body steaming in utter pleasure.
Your fingers are running over his hair, tangling and pulling on the right places. Nails scratching at his wrists.
“I’m- I’m close-” Sam manages to stutter out.
“Me too,” you whisper back, quickening your movements just enough to get you both to meet your orgasms. “Cum in me, fill me up, Sam-”
“Ah, fuck, take it all-” He’s bucking into your hips, spluttering hot inside of you, spilling into your body with a guttural groan. “Take my cum, baby- I’ll breed you up- So good.”
The very feeling of his come invading your walls, filling you up so well, dripping from your swollen and overstimulated cunt. “B-Breed me!”
You’re not too far off from his state either, head thrown back, neck littered in marks as you scream his name as high as your throat will allow.
You ride your orgasms, foreheads glue together.
You’re both breathing heavily and totally out of breath when you smile, licking your lips. He reciprocates your smile, leaning forward to kiss your nose.
“Thank you, Mr W~” You sing, one hand caressing his cheek as the other brushes off the hair glued to his forehead.
Wait, when did you get loose?
He tries to grab you but clings to the headboard where you handcuffed his wrist.
Before Sam can even process it, you’re off on your feet, blowing him a kiss as you close
He laughs in disbelief, “That little minx.”
#dsmp smut#mcyt smut#k: breeding#mcyt x reader smut#a: afab#c!sam smut#c!sam x reader#plus size reader#dsmp x reader smut#dsmp x plus size reader#c: sam#c: awesamdude#c: awesamdude smut#dream smp smut#dream smp x reader smut#awesamdude x reader smut#awesamdude smut#awesamdude x plus size reader#kinktober
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House of Sky and Breath
First read freak out
*heavy spoilers*
Ruhn&Lidia obvious mate stuff right there
Day/Lidia stuff? Called it from the moment she stepped foot inside that bar and he described her as the most beautiful woman blablabla
Ruhn's form was Rhys-like
"Day's" was Aelin-like
Not in a weird way tho, didn't feel like Rhys and Aelin, just the presentation of powers had similarities
Viper Queen might be Valg, or something close to it
Tharion is now blood sworn to that creature, that'll come back to bite his ass
Urd sounds very close to Wyrd
Cthona & Mother & Three Faced Godess???
Luna and Nesta?? The fae queens in TOG???
I need answers, my mind is going everywhere
I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD AMREN
The way she presented her "true form" in acowar resembles firstlights descriptions
Hunt as a slave again and possibly/probably Ruhn and Baxiam too is a fucking crime
Can't wait to see his full powers unleashed, there's been a lot of buildup
THE FACT THAT THE ASTERI DUMBASS SAID THAT THE STAR ON BRYCE'S CHEST IS A BEACON AND IT TOOK HER RIGHT TO VELARIS MY FUCKING GOD
Rhys looking like Ruhn holy fucking shit that's all the conformation i fucking NEEDED cause I've been picturing them alike
FURY LOOKS LIKE AMREN WHAT THE FUCK i don't know which of them that explains better but it makes perfect sense
I look forward to finding out EXACTLY how Amren relates to the Asteri because holy fucking shit HER DESCRIPTIONS OF HER LIFE BEFORE AND THE WAY THE ASTERI GO AROUND AND THE VALG KINGS holy shit are they the masters/king idfk she mentioned?! Are the Asteri Valg? HOLY HEL
I'm freaking out; i screamed the moment Az showed up and haven't calmed dow yet
TRUTH TELLER AND STARSWORD AAAAAAH I THOUGHT I WAS FUCKING CRAZY WHEN I SAW THE COLOR SIMILARITY I THOUGHT THE OTHER KNIFE WOULD BE SOMEWHERE ELSE holy fucking shit the fucking Horn MY GOD THE STARSWORD IS LITERALLY GWYDION FUUUUUUUCK
Bryce and Nesta teaming up oh gods the stars they both bear
AZ TAKING BRYCE TO THE TOWN FUCKING HOUSE SMELLING LIKE FLOWERS AND BREAD?!?!?!?! HELLO??????!!!!doesn't confirm stuff but still
I need to sleep
It makes perfect sense to set cross world enemies as an excuse to make the characters themselves cross said worlds
Are Erawan's siblings coming to play? Is this what's going to bring TOG into it? Being a world that successfully banished/killed Valg?
I get it now why she hasn't said much about the next acotar book
I swear to god, this wait will be the death of me
Now I'm wondering where the hell Sarah's going to continue this on; is the next acotar going to continue this arc? Are we waiting for the next cc? A Tower of Down type book? IS AELIN COMING TO THE FUCKING PARTY?
Edit: ok sjm said cc3 is coming before acotar5 and i dont know what to think, i need them both and can't function this is going to be a long ass wait
#house of sky and breath#house of sky and breath spoilers#sarah j maas#sjm#sjm books#sjm fandom#acotar fandom#sjm spoilers#spoilers#cc2 spoilers#cc hosab#tog fandom#bryce quinlan#rhysand#amren#acotar theory#acotar spoilers#acotar books#crossover#aelin#crescent city fandom#crescent city 2 spoilers#crescent city spoilers#crescent city 2#crescent city#cc hoeab
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Jealousy
Word Count: 2,832
Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Noah Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Reader (gender neutral)
Pairings: Derek Hale x Platonic!Reader; Scott McCall x Platonic!Reader, Stiles Stlinski x Platonic!Reader
Warnings: angst, death, very small fluff at the end
A/N: okay either I forgot how to write, or my brain just hyped up this for no reason at all :/
A/N 2: it’s like riding a bike... writing will come back, right?
Masterlist
“We need to figure out a plan where we can all be safe. This isn’t gonna work if you can’t focus,” Scott was getting slightly, frustrated, sitting next to you while he put his hands in his head.
“Oh, come on, you have to admit this is a little funny,” you were holding back your laughter, seeing a look of anger on Derek’s face, and a look of annoyment on everyone else’s.
“How is this funny, (Y/N)?!” Stiles exclaimed.
“It’s hysterical because some dumbass bozo decided that a group of teenagers is the biggest threat in Beacon Hills!” you let out a small snicker, seeing Derek roll his eyes.
Stiles turned Lydia’s laptop screen to you, showing your name.
(Y/N) (Y/L/N) 35
No one on the entire Deadpool was nearly as much as you, your alpha was 15 million less than you.
“That’s even funnier! Scott, my powers are a joke compared to yours! Besides, if we’re so high up, do you really think any idiot would actually come after us? We’re powerful, we’re a werewolf pack with a true alpha, a banshee, a kitsune, a were-coyote, and a witch! I can’t even control my powers, we’re all dangerous,” you scoffed, leaning back into the chair.
You saw Derek huff as he stood up, pushing off the couch with force before walking to you, holding your wrist tightly.
You could feel slight pain, ignoring it.
“Did I do something to upset your royal highness?” you gasped dramatically, feeling his grip on your wrist tighten.
You saw Scott stand up, tense, from the side of your eye while your head hit the wall behind you.
“Oh, are you about to kiss me?” you asked, a small smirk on your face.
“You’re not fucking indestructible. We are all in danger, you were all trapped in the school and almost died, you think this is the time to dick around? That this is the time for jokes?! We’re all in danger, these hunters are ruthless,” you saw his eyes glow blue, feeling your throat tighten before you ignored it.
It’s okay
“Every single threat we’ve ever faced, we’ve gotten over. We are good at this, hunters are shitty. Why not add a little humor while we’re at it?” you replied.
“Satomi’s pack is dead! You still think we can get over this?! They’ve been alive for decades!” he yelled.
“Derek, stop-” Scott started.
“They never learn. They never listen. We are in danger, (Y/N). When we find your body, when your name is crossed out on that fucking list, maybe then you’ll learn your lesson. Maybe you could stop being so fucking cocky and arrogant. When you’re dead,” you felt your heart drop, trying to keep calm before you pulled away from Derek.
“Just because your life is fucked doesn’t mean you have to take it out on everyone else,” you saw Derek clench his fist, while Scott quickly pulled you away, just in time as Derek’s fist collided with the wall behind you,
“That’s enough, both of you. We’re not going to find (Y/N)’s body like that, we’re all going to get through this, we just need a plan. (Y/N), we need to be serious,” Scott started.
“Serious as Sirius Black?” you said.
Derek glared at you before Stiles groaned audibly.
“You know what? Maybe it’s time to take a break and go home. We’ll talk about this in the morning,” Lydia said.
Stiles nodded his head in agreement, while Derek’s tense figure softened slightly.
“I agree with Lydia. It’s time for all of us to go home,” you gave a smile and wave to the pack before making your way to the door.
Scott pulled you aside before you entered your car.
“Hey, Scotty,” you smiled.
“(Y/N), look. I know this world is terrible, I know how you think up there. But you need to tone it down. We just need you to be serious for five minutes. Meet me in the middle here, what if one of us isn’t here next time Derek decides he wants to punch your face?” you could hear a worried tone in Scott’s voice.
“Well, we just pray that I’m never alone with the sourwolf,” you sat in your car while Scott sighed.
“Fine. I get what you’re saying. I’ll tone it down,” he nodded his head, thanking you before making his way to his motorcycle.
---
You yawned softly, turning on the lights as you dropped your bag to the floor.
“Hey, I’m home,” you called out to your siblings, getting silence as a response.
“Don’t pretend to be asleep. Get your asses down here!” you said.
You walked to the kitchen, seeing the dishes left all over the place, including some broken glass left on the floor.
You began to feel nervousness in your chest before you made your way up the stairs.
“Hey, Olivia, Liam? Is anyone here?” you opened their room doors, your heart stopping. They weren't there, they were nowhere in sight.
Both of your siblings knew and listened to your rules no matter what, it was a side effect of paranoia after your parents died. You made all the rules, they listened no matter what.
You felt your throat tighten, dialing your sister’s number, then your brother’s. They both went to voicemail.
You ran down the stairs, running your fingers through your hair as a small whimper escaped your lips. Your vision blurred as tears flooded your eyes. You wiped them away, taking shaky breaths before calling Scott.
The call went to voicemail, but he sent a text back.
You gathered your belongings once again, running out of your house.
---
Your breathing was shaky, you ran out of your car as you rushed up the stairs, about to enter the loft before you heard Derek yelling at Scott.
“They're going to die, I don’t know why we’re pretending (Y/N)'s not going to. They’re arrogant, they're cocky, they can’t stay serious for longer than two minutes-” you put your hand over your mouth to hold back your cries.
“(Y/N) has a different way of coping, that’s all this is. Their parents died, they have to take care of their siblings, they try to take care of all of us. I say let them be,” Scott replied.
“No. I want them out of the pack, all they are is a burden at this point.”
You’re wasting time, (Y/N)
You couldn't bring yourself to open the door, to ask Scott for help. Not right now, at least.
You found yourself running out of the loft, instantly freezing as you were met with the barrel of a gun.
Your eyes widened, putting your hands up as you froze.
“Get in the car,” his voice sounded calm, while your eyes glowed purple.
“If you try anything on me, you can say goodbye to both of your siblings,” you felt a shiver up your bones as you clenched your jaw.
“Olivia and Liam, was it? Oh, you should've heard them crying for you, it was pathetic,” he scoffed.
“They’re children-”
“And they’ll have a chance to live if you come with me right now,” you felt a tear slip down your face, nodding softly.
You walked in front of him, keeping your hands up as your heart began to race in your chest, sitting in the van before the man handcuffed your wrists.
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Your bruises covered the majority of your body, you sat alone at the Sheriff’s Station. Your hands were shaking, you tried to keep your focus off the events from the past two weeks.
You instantly remembered the events from last year, sitting in this exact position, at this exact place.
“No, I-I didn't see them come in,” your throat tightened, you looked down while Sheriff Stilinski stood in front of you.
“So how did you know something happened?” he asked softly.
“I was… I was doing my homework, I heard this pound bang. I-I thought my siblings were playing but then-” your voice wavered as you stopped yourself, holding back your tears.
“I heard crying, and now…”
You closed your eyes at the memory, letting out a shaky breath.
“(Y/N), we need to know what happened,” Noah asked softly.
He leaned down in front of you, your entire body remained tense.
“I can’t talk about this right now,” your voice broke.
You could see the surprised look on Stilinski’s face, you weren't much of a person to be serious, as the pack was familiar with.
You were the jokester, the class clown. The dead weight. You soon found out that if you focused on the humor in every situation, your mind would be too preoccupied to think about the pain. But there wasn't any humor in this, only your stupidity.
If you listened to Scott, your siblings would be alive. If you were serious for 5 minutes, you could have helped the pack come up with a plan.
But now you sat alone at the Beacon Hills Department.
“Stiles is almost here. How do you feel about staying with us for a while?” he asked softly.
Sheriff Stilinski always treated you like his kid, always taking care of you. He knew that you would feel bad, returning to your house all alone.
You nodded softly, while he nodded, giving you a small smile.
“Is there anything important that I need to know?” Stilinski asked softly.
You could see your hands shaking, while you clenched your jaw.
“I don't know what they did… I-I don't have my powers anymore,” you tried to keep your voice strong before his face fell, wrapping his arms around you.
“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I promise you that we’ll find them and make them pay.”
“(Y/N)?” you saw Stiles walk into the station, Scott following close behind.
The two of them ran to you, wrapping their arms around you tightly. You held back your cries, burying your face in Stiles’ neck before taking a deep breath.
“Hey, let’s go?” Scott asked softly.
You nodded, while Scott held your hand, beginning to take your pain.
“It’s fine,” you pulled away from him.
He paused for a second, before nodding softly.
Stiles gave a look to Scott before the three of you walked out of the station.
---
“Do you have any ideas?” you looked up at Scott talking to you, seeing the rest of the pack giving you a look.
“There isn’t anything we can do. We just need to be able to defend ourselves,” you explained quietly.
“Lydia, have you figured out how to shut down the…”
Your mind drifted from the conversation, you remained quiet and curled up on the couch. Stiles sat next to you. The entire pack kept their eyes on you, you know they pitied you. Even Derek remained silent about your actions, the two of you haven't fought all week.
“So then one of us can stay here and defend you-” Stiles started.
“I don't need anyone to defend me-” the two of them began to argue briefly before Scott sighed, stopping them.
“(Y/N), can you stay here with Derek?” Scott asked softly.
No, I hate him, he hates me
You found yourself nodding before you cleared your throat to speak.
“Yeah, that’s fine. We’ll see you tomorrow,” Stiles pressed a small kiss to your forehead before he and Scott left.
You turned to face Derek, seeing a tensed look on his face.
“I can show you to the extra room,” he said softly while you nodded.
---
You kept to yourself mainly, keeping your focus on your work. Derek would even forget that you were there. He would occasionally try to talk to you, you were surprised to hear him cracking a joke.
You had grown slightly annoyed, you knew he felt guilty. There was never a time he didn't make you feel bad about being happy or making jokes.
You held a gun in your hand, something that you weren't used to yet. With Derek losing his power, he was unable to defend himself, you had yet to tell the pack about you losing your powers.
You sighed, resting your head on your hand.
“Hey,” you clenched your jaw, hearing Derek’s voice as he approached you.
“This is kinda funny, you know. You having to protect me like this,” you tried to keep your focus off Derek, feeling your throat tighten in anger slightly.
“Hey,” you sighed deeply, looking up at Derek.
“I’m really sorry-”
“Shut up,” you clenched your jaw. Derek had a slight look of surprise on his face.
“I’m sorry, I-”
“Stop,” you shook your head.
“(Y/N)-”
“We were never friends. Why are you trying to be nice all of a sudden?” you stood up in front of him.
“I just want to see you happy again,” he said softly.
“Are you fucking joking?” you scoffed.
He stayed quiet, giving you a soft look while you crossed your arms.
“You’ve always made me feel bad about having a smile on my face, for trying to be happy. Isn’t this what you fucking wanted?!” you raised your voice, while he clenched his jaw.
“This isn’t what I wanted to happen-”
“No! They murdered both of my siblings in front of me, they took my powers. What the fuck did you think was going to happen?” you shouted at him, feeling your heart race.
“Your powers? (Y/N)...”
“Yeah, you’d rather you just found my body, right?! When my name is crossed off on that fucking list, so then maybe I can learn my lesson, right?!” you yelled.
“That’s not what I meant, (Y/N)-”
“Why? Because you’d rather kill me yourself?! You could’ve done it the other day, when you tried to punch me, if Scott hadn’t stopped you,” your eyes watered as your voice wavered slightly.
“(Y/N)-”
“I heard you telling Scott about how you wanted me out of the pack! How I’m a big fucking burden! So, please stop pitying me and just leave me the fuck alone!” you yelled.
“I know how you feel, (Y/N). My family’s dead too, (Y/N),” he said softly.
“You wanna compare?! Did someone murder your parents? While you were in the fucking house, too dumb to realize until it was too late?! Have you been taking care of your younger siblings for a year, a-and because you can’t do anything right, they get kidnapped and you watch them die. I can hear their voices, Derek. They were screaming, they cried for me to save them and I couldn’t do anything. Don’t pretend you know what I’m going through, what this feels like because you don’t. None of you understand,” more tears fell from your eyes as you continued to yell at Derek before you ran your fingers through your hair, letting out a shaky breath.
You let out a small cry, putting your hand over your mouth to stop yourself.
Derek wrapped his arms around you tightly, taking you by surprise.
But you didn’t care. You were in too much pain to care. You were too tired to care.
He stroked your cheek softly, holding you tightly as he rested his head on top of yours.
“You’re right, I don’t know how you feel. I never will. That doesn’t mean that I’ll let you go through this alone,” your chest was aching as you scrunched your eyes tightly, a small cry escaping your lips.
“Out of all of us, I’m the closest to understand how you feel, how to lose your entire family, and feeling like it’s all your fault. But, it’s not, (Y/N),” you buried your face in his neck as he continued to caress your back, pressing his lips to your forehead.
“And I’m sorry that I was such a dick. I never hated you, I could never hate you. I was just jealous,” he said softly.
You looked up at him while he stroked your cheeks, wiping away your tears.
“If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I promise I’ll never screw it up, and I promise that I’ll never hurt you,” you nodded as he pressed his lips to your forehead once again.
“It’s getting late, we should probably go to sleep soon,” he said softly.
“I can’t fall asleep,” you sighed.
“Then I’ll help you,” he nodded.
He walked you to his bed, laying down next to you before wrapping his arms around you once again.
“You’re safe, I promise,” you nodded softly, closing your eyes.
He continued to hold you, listening to your heart rate and breathing before making sure you were asleep. He sat up on his elbow, looking down to face you. Your face was covered in dry tears and snot, he could see your pain while he sighed softly.
“You’re safe now,” he muttered softly.
He turned off the lights, before laying back on the bed, falling asleep next to you.
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so here me out, teen wolf movie & it open like this:
it’s dark, like a little to dark and you can kinda assume some shit is up. you hear the sound of a chair that’s being pulled, hear a large thumping sound and one of those weird single pull light bulbs turn on.
this reveals some scraggly unimportant looking bitch, a very annoyed liam dunbar- chained to a metal wired fence ( bc it’s teen wolf & we don’t have a standards ) and the brunt end of a gun.
this gun, held my theo raeken right the the back of the head of whoever has ~captured~ liam. panning up to theo with that stupid looking smirk on his face. a click pan of him pulse checking the kidnapper, “alive.” he repeats.
a still very immobile liam nods, before taking a minute looking around and scowling, “took you long enough, fuck ass.”
“sorry i didn’t come running as fast as my little legs could take me”, he’s bent down, crackling rows of chain link tied around miscellaneous body parts of the beta, “i know as your protector i should be much more diligent with my operations, protect the dumbass mission 17 has been brilliant.”
liam snorts, “at this point i should slap some wings and a halo on you, smack you around and call you cupid.”
theo rolls his eyes, leveling them with liam, “that would just be an angel liam.”
liam flashes his eyes, “well your job as guardian angel is really shit, i take back all that is said before, because if you dont untie me right now i might actually kick you in your chimera balls so hard…”
with chaotic rambling ensuing, theo laughs, cuffs in hand, “i really don’t mind uncuffing you. then proceeding to attach your free hand to your ankle and watch you just lay there hand to foot.”
with this, and a few wolfish growls, theo unhinges his claws, twisting the lock hard enough to hear a click and then pulling with a snap. liams hand spring free and he seems to crack his knuckles. they start walking out of the building, liam latches the still comically unconscious kidnapper to the chair they are half out of.
as they exit the building which seems to mirror those of beacon hills warehouse district, they head in the direction of a forever iconic blue truck. bickering, and bumping eachother as they walk. like they do this everyday, before theo’s phone rang.
it’s quick, and his face gets serious, liam seems to notice something else hesitantly in the opposite direction. theo drops the phone.
“it was scott.”
liams sucks in a breath, “what’s happening?”
“he’s not to sure, pack meeting.”
liams eyes widen, “that sounds a lot more serious than sunday night group calls…”
nodding he replies, “that sounds like we are heading back to beacon hills.”
back sagging, you watch liam looking alert, like some police dog on the job, “they all are. they are all going back.”
“i mean i figured… scott sounded urgent but i guess when we get there-“
“no theo- i feel, i feel them getting closer.” liam grabs his shoulder, taking his hand in a downward motion, a gesture to listen.
“liam i’m not gonna hear your pack.” liam rolls his eyes, before closing them. theo, knowing that this is hovering on the line of bullshit decides to do the same, and then he hears it.
he couldn’t explain it, like distant constant heart beats getting just a bit louder, like blood rushing to his ears, like a smile tugging on his lips, like family. he thinks liam might smell the shock on him.
they start moving slowly, in a sort of awe, basking in the feeling and trying to push down the unknown.
once buckled, liam tosses a smile from the passengers seat, “gonna get out of here or what?” he teases, and theo presses on the gas, reversing in a way that feels almost nostalgic ( ifykyk ).
“let’s go home.”
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happy getting hitched day! 1.9k, (sort of) ft. this
Most days of the year, Sam's the optimist.
It doesn't usually fall on Dean to keep the spirits up in times of war anymore. Or worse, loss. And Dean, well, he thinks himself as enough of an in-the-moment kinda guy to not wallow when everything's not going to shit, right friggin' then.
Sam, on the other hand?
Beacon of light when there's a little Hell to raise, harbinger of hope when there's a God to defeat.
And losing his shit entirely when there's an aisle to walk down, leading to the girl of his dreams and the best decision of his life.
"Dean."
Dean fusses around Sam in compact little semicircles fixing his already perfect tux, while his brother panics in a way Dean only remembers from before the kid stopped having to look up at Dean.
But he's looking down at Dean now, wide-eyed and sweaty like the very first time Dean saw him off on a date when he was fourteen — with supple, bullshit eighteen-year-old advice, he bets — and thirty eight year old Sammy is, clear as day, losing his shit.
"Yeah?" Dean channels all the calm he's got into it.
"What if I forget my vows?"
"Well," Dean lifts his eyebrows, and picks up a linen thread from Sam's shoulder that caught his eye. "First of all, would kinda serve you right for writing six pages worth of them."
"Stop being a —"
"Front and back, Sammy. Front and back."
"Dean." Sam glares, more indignant than mad. Dean rolls his eyes, and Sam continues, replacing the look immediately with a troubled one that reflects the dilemma in his voice. "I mean, I've learned them, of course. At least I think I have — I practised twice last night, once this morning — but what's to stop me from fumbling, or forgetting —"
"Your gigantic nerd brain?"
"This is serious." Sam frowns, levelling another look at Dean like he's the one with the stellar proverbial cold feet. "Jerk."
"Bitch." Dean throws back immediately, and pauses in his shuffling around for effect. "Also, no. No, it isn't." And Sam goes to argue with a bitchface already surfacing, but Dean keeps going, sterner, more confident. This is something he's been doing all his life. He can probably talk the kid down from a panic high like this in his sleep. "And you're going to stop being a dumbass, and listen to what I'm saying."
"'M not a dumbass." Sam mutters.
"Yeah, you are." Dean shrugs, completely nonchalant, and Sam laughs in spite of himself, nervous, but a welcome improvement as he waits for Dean to proceed. (Big brother voice never lets Dean down.)
He's still got it.
"Here's what you're going to do. You're going to get out there," Dean continues, smiling now. "You're going to hold Eileen's hand while the minister marries you. And approximately ten to fifty minutes later, when he asks you to, you're going to look into her eyes, and you're going to say your vows. All stupid six pages of them, verbatim, 'cause I know you, and you're going to that's why."
"They're not stupid."
Dean hums in consideration, then smirks. "There's bravery in acceptance. They probably are."
"Cas called them exquisite." Sam crosses his arms, and Dean uses the opportunity to pick up a hair from his sleeve with a disapproving look.
(Dean had offered to give him a haircut seventeen times and gotten turned down, and now Sam was shedding.)
"Yeah, well, he's a walking-talking scrabble board with good manners, what is he supposed to do?" Dean rolls his eyes but instead of the expected response of Sam snarking back at him, bitchfacing him or something, Sam sighs.
The air thickens with something that's probably a bigger deal than having to wing a couple paragraphs of page three of the vows.
Dean watches Sam fidget with the buttons on his cuff.
"How did you know, Dean?" Sam asks, subdued, after a pause. "How did you know that Cas wasn't — that Cas wasn't making a horribly wrong decision."
Dean's almost halfway to making a joke about the other shoe but he stops himself.
Because this?
This, he gets.
This feeling of thinking — knowing — you're not good enough, that you aren't right for the one you love, that you're somehow deceiving everything that your life has stood as proof of, in allowing someone else to bind themselves to you, forever, when you know that everyone who's ever meant something to you has lost, and died, and hurt.
And that is exactly why he also knows what to say.
"Because I trust him, Sammy."
Sam's eyes start glazing over. "I trust her too. I just, I'm just so scared —"
Dean winces at his words.
(That's Sam, but it's Sam in Dean's shoes. It was Dean's job — for better or for worse — to keep him safe. And he's failed, failed repeatedly, and now Sam — well, he's as broken as Dean.)
"I love her too much for anything to go wrong, Dean, and something — no, everything, always goes wrong." Sam grits his teeth, and Dean puts his hand on Sam's shoulder.
Squeezes. "I get it. I swear to you, I do. But I also promise that you might regret the things we've done, and the things that have been done to us, but you're never going to regret this."
Sam nods jerkily, eyes downcast.
"And I get being scared. Hell, I was more scared than you the entire week, dude. But you know how — and why, I pushed through?" Sam looks up again. "Because at the end of all of this, there's something more important than the promises of eternal happiness, and forever, and the Celine Dion lyrics I know you've stuffed in your vows. There's them. The ones we love."
Dean swallows.
"And who love us too, because our fucked up heads be damned, I've seen the way she looks at you, Sammy." Sam's face breaks into a small, wet smile. "So you better believe she does."
"I do." Sam slowly nods, again, eyes brimmed with tears.
(Probably about to start spilling. The only consolation for Dean is that at least his tears don't fall. Means as long as he doesn't mind a blurry view of everything, he might as well ignore their existence like he means it.)
"There, was that so hard?" Dean laughs instead, although it's weak until Sam joins in, surprised, and only then registering the words he just spoke.
"Thank you, Dean."
Is all he says, and anything Dean might've wished to say (or wisecrack) back at him is dismissed immediately because he's being pulled into a full Winchester hug by his door-sized little brother, and all he can do then is hold onto Sam as tight as he's holding him, and hold on.
(Because they made it.
They found free will, they found love, and they found their happy ending.)
Because Sammy's getting married today.
And they don't just get to be okay anymore. They get to be happy.
Sam doesn't pull back from the hug for at least a whole minute, but Dean doesn't mind, because the tears welling up in his eyes are gone when he finally smiles at Dean, earnest. "I'm —" He starts to say, but gets interrupted by Cas walking up to them with a cluster of carnations in his hand, wearing a rich navy blue tux (the same as Dean's) and a wide smile.
"Hope I didn't interrupt anything," Cas beams, knowing exactly what he walked in on, and Sam shakes his head courteously while Dean battles the weirdly overwhelming need to kiss him right there — Cas is almost ridiculously beautiful when he's happy.
(He doesn't, though.
Cause he and Sam may've just had a moment but it's not like that means he'd be any less likely to be a pain in the ass about urgently requiring brain bleach and therapy, if Dean did.)
Cas carries on.
"Actually, Eileen's friend, Cara, brought her flowers and she suggested I should bring some to you."
"A corsage." Dean realizes out loud, beginning to grin at once, while Sam resorts to ducking his head like an overgrown teenage girl on her way to prom. Doesn't mean that Dean absolutely doesn't put on his best chickflick Dad voice (after he's taken over pinning the flowers to Sam's pocket from Cas, cause he was doing it wrong) and pat the corsage when he says, "Get 'er home by ten."
"The dynamics of that are all wrong." Sam points out with a traditional Sam smirk, and yeah, he's okay.
"The dynamics of your face are all wrong."
"Great comeback, yeah." Sam snorts, and Cas smiles. "Points for effort. I think."
"Whatever, you're the one wearing flowers right now."
"Dean, you wore an ascot on our wedding day."
"Ascot trumps flowers!"
"No, it doesn't." Sam bitchfaces, and Dean turns to Cas, and —
"No, it doesn't."
And Sam lets out a victorious "Hah!", and high-fives a (only slightly) confused looking Cas before pulling him into a sasquatch-sized hug as well, while Dean rewards the entire ordeal with a heartfelt eyeroll and absolutely doesn't look on at two of the most important people in his life while he pretends to be bristled about being ganged up against on his special day as Best Man.
Cas and Sam separate sooner than Dean and he did, and just in time for Jack to poke his head out the church door and remind them they're ready.
Then, Cas leaves to get Eileen, with another big smile and a signed Congratulations at Sam, and a fleeting cheek-kiss for Dean.
Then, Sam and Dean get in position behind the door and Sam refixes his tie.
(Then, Dean has to stage-whisper "Jack!" about seven times before the kid realizes he's being cued — the band had just started playing, he makes it a point to try to explain to Dean afterwards — and the great, wooden doors finally swing open to reveal a beautiful white aisle, and dozens of their friends and family smiling from both sides of it.)
And then, Dean finally walks the kid he's raised and the brother he's saved the World with countless times, down the aisle.
*
(Sam only messes up once in his vows. It's the last verse of Thank You, by Celine Dion.
Rumor has it, it was intentional.
Something about the first time they met.
Dean tells Sam, "You're welcome", the next time he sees him.)
#happy saileen day#dean winchester pov#i just wanted to write a nervous sam before walking down the aisle scene and it turned into an actual fic from dean's point of view so —#saileen wedding#sam winchester being sam winchester#eileen leahy#deancas#background destiel#bluefirecas#userpris#usersila#holmesemrys#tearsofgrace#userstarry#rambleoncas#userdori#oh writing my writing
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Could you talk about the Statute of Secrecy? Or the Ministry’s corruption in General :)
Well, those are two different things. Given that I believe I have an ask floating somewhere in my inbox on the Statute, I suppose we’ll talk about the Ministry of Magic today.
I feel like this is such a broad topic though that I’m not quite sure where to start. I guess I’ll just throw spaghetti at the internet wall and see what sticks.
The Ministry is a Reflection of Society Who Never Admitted They Were the Death Eaters
In the ministry of Harry Potter’s era the Ministry is hopelessly corrupt and filled to the brim with spies (more on this in a later section). Lucius Malfoy, very high up in an unofficial capacity in the Ministry and owner of the Ministry’s mouth piece: The Daily Prophet, was a known Death Eater with a very flimsy excuse.
How is he even able to wield so much influence, you ask? Well, I think it’s not just because of Fudge picking the wrong friends.
I think most the population probably does believe Lucius Malfoy is innocent the way Fudge does. I think it’s a very small subsection, i.e. Dumbledore’s lackies, who go “Nah, ain’t buying it.” I think that, in 1981, when it came time to reveal just how many were Death Eaters and how far this went many people just couldn’t handle it.
Because it was to the point where the nation wasn’t battling Death Eaters, Death Eaters were the nation. Look at the members, these are and were the most influential and prominent families in the country, who combined hold a non-small minority of seats in the Wizengamot. More, these were only the participants, combine those who given anti-muggle and muggleborn sentiment (which I believe are pervasive even among those who claim they fight for the rights of muggles and muggleborns) and you get a nation that is suddenly facing a huge cultural issue that was never previously acknowledged.
We’re talking an entire purge of the Wizengamot, of the Ministry, of the major families and cornerstones of this society. The Black family is completely and utterly destroyed.
People were and remain throughout the 1990′s, desperate to believe it was not as bad as it was or isn’t as bad as it is. If Lucius Malfoy says he was never really a Death Eater then he was never really a Death Eater.
The Ministry is Lousy With Corruption and Spies
What’s hilarious to me is not only is the Ministry incompetent. It is positively flooded with spies. Given the ministry’s overbloated, it’s not even a sizeable minority of employees, but nonetheless every major department has at least one person (if not more) who works for somebody else.
Most work for Tom Riddle. He seems to have intelligence in every department. Through Lucius, who is working pretty much as an unofficial aide to Fudge, he has access to Fudge, complete control of the Daily Prophet, and a voice on the Hogwarts’ board of governors.
Through Rockwood, Tom has direct access to the Department of Mysteries which Lucius is then able to take full advantage of.
Lucius is able to set up an ambush in the Department of Mysteries, getting escaped convicts into the building with the none the wiser, and, had his sole purpose not been a prophecy that only Harry Potter and the Dark Lord can touch, he would have been able to take what he liked. (Though it was always odd to me that the plan was to get Harry Potter to do it, when the better solution would have been to polyjuice Tom Riddle into someone else, set up a tour with the department, and then Tom wanders off conveniently to pick up the prophecy. My theory, I suppose, is that chasing after the prophecy was mostly an exercise in punishing Lucius. And then Lucius fucked up.)
And of course, in book seven, Tom Riddle makes a puppet minister. Point being, to me, it always said a lot that in Book Seven Tom just sort of walks into the building and says, “I’m in charge now” and everyone says “okay”. There was no second Wizarding War, it was a bloodless coup that met zero resistance from anyone but angry school children.
But that’s Tom’s spies, we also have other spies. Who am I talking about, Dumbledore’s folks of course.
Shacklebolt, Moody, Tonks, and Arthur Weasley are all spies, they just don’t have the introspection to even realize it (which really tells you something about the state of corruption in the ministry). They all work for the ministry, yes, but they in fact pass on information to and serve another master, whose goals do not always align with the government and was a hop skip and a jump away from overthrowing the government at any given moment.
And they don’t even really realize they’re doing this! There doesn’t even seem to be a thought of “I’m doing this for the greater good”, they don’t seem to acknowledge that what they’re doing is very very very bad. Arthur, in fact, is appalled when Percy refuses to do this (well, he’s upset for a lot of reasons, such as that he thinks Percy is spying on Arthur for the minister, but in there is also that Percy refuses to help out with the Order or follow Dumbledore without question).
Harry paints the Dumbledore’s Army threat that Umbridge saw as something utterly ridiculous, but honestly if I was the ministry I would be worried about this. Dumbledore’s people have infiltrated the ministry just as deeply and badly as the Death Eaters, Dumbledore’s known for recruiting children into his vigilante organization, I don’t know what he’s doing with an army of schoolchildren but I can smell a coup coming.
Anyway, I’m getting off track, point being though that corruption is not only expected and accepted by the ministry, they cannot recognize what it even is. They’re at the point where paying bribes is allocated in their budget.
I Don’t Blame the Ministry For Not Thinking Tom Riddle Was Anti-Jesus
Fudge is designed to get a lot of flack for his outright denial that Voldemort had returned from the dead. He, and other denier characters, are meant to be fools with their heads in the sand who can’t see the obvious.
I ask what about it was obvious?
The only witness to Tom Riddle’s resurrection, Harry Potter, has a known history of erratic behavior.
The previous year, he’d performed illegal magic on his muggle aunt and run away from home. During the previous school year, Harry was revealed to be a parselmouth in a time when the Chamber of Secrets was presumably opened and the mystery was never fully solved (remember, that it was a possessed Ginny never comes to light for more than a few people.) Beyond that, since his first day of school, Harry is routinely in and out of detention, constantly out after curfew, and only seems to not be in serious trouble because he’s openly favored by Dumbledore (who gives him hundreds of points for breaking one of his school rules, during the Philosopher’s Stone fiasco in first year). In 1994, Harry is entered into the Tri-Wizard Tournament under very suspicious circumstances.
We know why all this happens to Harry but from the outside he looks like a delinquent. In fact, he kind of is a delinquent.
Point being, the only witness is not only Harry Potter (who is already sketch) but it’s Harry Potter holding a dead body of a rival in the tournament.
And he’s claiming that a man who has been nearly fifteen years dead, a man who held the nation in terror and Harry Potter is beloved for destroying, has returned from the grave and conveniently murdered Cedric.
Why is Cedric dead? Well, you see, he and Harry both touched the goblet at the same time because they were going to share the reward. The goblet, a national treasure, was turned into a portkey so that Voldemort could kidnap him.
Why didn’t Voldemort just kidnap him at any other point during the year where he’s guaranteed not to get tag a longs or the wrong kid? Uh... VOLDEMORT IS BACK (for the record, I think it’s because Barty got hung up on the goblet scheme and was determined to ruin his father’s day.)
Where is Voldemort at this very moment? Being evil, somewhere, that is not right here. No, Harry has zero evidence this happened.
Frankly, I wouldn’t believe Harry either.
And when Dumbledore goes about promoting this as sound evidence that Tom Riddle has in fact returned, it starts to get even sketchier. Rather than sounding the alarm, Dumbledore is using this boy’s madness to stir the public into a panic that he, perhaps, plans to take advantage of.
After Dumbledore does that, I would suspect that, even if Harry does give me a memory of the graveyard scene that his head had been tampered with by Dumbledore.
And it’s so convenient that, of all the names Harry picked, it’s Voldemort who killed Cedric. It seems like a ploy to not only deflect the fact that he murdered Cedric but
Harry’s very upset when some don’t take him at his word but Harry’s also a dumbass and a psychopath. He hates everyone who doesn’t agree with him.
More importantly, necromancy isn’t a thing in the Harry Potter universe. People don’t rise from the dead. Horcruxes exist, but they’re extremely rare, and it seems like no one ever really makes use of them.
So, yeah, not unreasonable that Fudge didn’t immediately go, “My god, Voldemort has risen from the dead! LIGHT THE BEACONS AND SUMMON ROHAN!”
So yeah, it’d take me seeing Voldemort waltzing through the Department Mysteries to go “... Goddammit, this man is more unkillable than Sheev Palpatine.”
After the Epilogue, I am Certain It’s Still the Same Damn Ministry
People hate the epilogue, but in a way, I love it, because it confirms many of my headcanons: these people don’t learn a goddamn thing.
Nothing in their society seems to have changed. Instead of one set of families holding all the power it’s now a new set of families and friends holding all the power. The difference being that they are now all in some way connected to Harry Potter.
Nepotism’s still the name of the game, we still see only human children boarding the Hogwarts Express so you know shit hasn’t changed for the goblins, Draco Malfoy’s alive and well and holds a position in the Ministry that Kingsly graciously allows him to have, it’s just now you have Hermione writing all your laws for you.
The Wizarding World is still the Wizarding World in every single capacity. The only difference is that Voldemort is dead again. Hooray.
Harry and friends simply don’t have the introspection to even realize it.
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New Life - Isaac Lahey
a/n: thanks to @fifty-shades-of-grace for the idea! i’ve had this in mind for so long but never felt the motivation to write it, but her post pushed me to do so!!
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“So what do we do now?” You and the pack were together at Scott’s house, hours after Allison was killed. None of you knew what to do or say. Scott was heartbroke and didn’t say much since Chris took her away.
Isaac was the same. They had just started dating and you could tell he was taking it hard. He was crying silently, tears have been streaming down his face nonstop. You wanted to comfort him and hold him, but you knew it wasn’t the right time.
You’ve liked Isaac for the longest time, ever since you first met. But he always made it clear that you were just a friend, and you dealt with it. And now definitely wasn’t the time to act on anything.
“I don’t know,” Scott whispers hoarsely. “I don’t know what to do now that she’s gone.”
“It happens, Scott. It’s something supernaturals have to deal with,” Derek tells him. You glare at the older man and scoff.
“Allison was human, Derek. She didn’t deserve to die,” Isaac defends.
“And when you’re human getting involved with the supernatural, you have to know the risk of being killed. They don’t have the strength or healing abilities that we do.”
“So that means you think it’s okay if (Y/N) dies because she’s human as well?!” Isaac shouts. Derek says nothing, glancing at you for a quick moment.
“Shit happens.”
“That still doesn’t make it okay that she died,” Scott murmurs.
The room falls silent, only sniffles and sighs being heard.
“I wanna move away from Beacon Hills,” Isaac mumbles. “I don’t think I can be here anymore and constantly be reminded of her.” You stare at him as he speaks, his eyes glued to the floor, though. He was nervous to hear everyone’s thoughts.
“If that’s what you feel like is best for you, then do it,” Scott tells him. “Don’t stay here and torture yourself.”
‘“I wouldn’t mind getting away either,” you say to yourself. Isaac looks up to you and smiles.
“Come with me,” he offers. Your eyebrows furrow and you think. The main reason you wanted to get away was because of Isaac. You didn’t want to stay here and be reminded that he’s gone because his girlfriend died.
“Oh, no. I don’t want to-“
“No, it’ll be good! We’ll be away from here but still have each other, someone who understands what the other has gone through.”
“Are you sure?” He smiles and nods.
“Yeah. We’ve always been good friends and it’ll be nice to spend time with one another without the rest of the pack. I feel like we never got a chance to grow close.” You grin a little, your heart cracking slightly as you nod.
“Uh, sure. I guess I’ll go with you.”
“Where are you planning on going?” Kira asks. Isaac thinks for a moment.
“Paris,” he announces. Your eyes widen in shock.
“Paris, France?”
“Know any other Paris’s?” You chuckle nervously.
“I guess not,” you respond. “It’s just far away.”
“That’s the point.” You don’t respond as the realization settles in.
“Okay,” you finally say. “I’ll move to Paris with you.” Issac smiles and reaches over to give you a side hug. He keeps you near him, though, needing the comfort.
After that night, you and Isaac spent your remaining days in Beacon Hills packing and planning flights and housing for when you get to France. On the day you left, the pack joined you two at the airport.
“I’ll miss you, Scott,” you whisper as he pulls you into a huge hug.
“We’ll talk soon. Just don’t forget about us.” You nod against his shoulder and pull back to give Kira a hug.
“Let me know if anything happens with you and Isaac,” she says, raising her eyebrows teasingly. You giggle and shrug it off.
“I don’t expect anything to. And I’m okay with it.” She frowns and rubs your back. You glance over at Isaac and see that he’s staring at you. Was he listening to your conversations?
You walk over to him, pushing your thoughts to the back of your mind.
“You ready to get out of here?” You ask him. He nods and picks his bags up.
“Bye everyone!” You two wave to the pack and walk inside the airport. Isaac wraps an arm around you and kisses your forehead, a gesture he’s always done, but this time, it sends butterflies to your stomach.
The trip was long and tiring. One trip from California to Atlanta, waiting in the airport for the plane to Europe, and waiting in customs once in France. But finally, around dinnertime, you were settled in the apartment in Montmartre you were renting for the time being.
“Ugh, I’m exhausted,” you flop onto the bed in one of the rooms. Isaac brings your suitcases into the room and joins you on the bed, looking out at the view of the city from the window.
“Me too. So,” he sighs, “what now?”
“We begin a new chapter of our lives without the supernatural?”
“I mean, I can only escape it so much, I still am a werewolf,” he laughs.
“That’s true, but you won’t have to deal with losing any more friends to crazy ass monsters.”
“Yeah. I can’t lose anyone else. Especially you.” You could’ve sworn you heard his voice waver a little, but you quickly forgot about it as Isaac announced he was going to pick up some dinner from a nearby restaurant.
A month and a half passes and although it’s a hard adjustment, you were starting to feel at home. The little village you lived in was quaint and quiet, and everyone was so nice. One of your neighbors offered to help teach you French, which Isaac was doing as well, since he’s been learning it for years.
Every other night, you, Isaac and your neighbor ate dinner together and she taught you questions, statements, orders, and etiquette, all the important stuff to at least get around.
“So, Isaac, have you found a special woman here yet?” Amelie asks him with a smile on her face. You raise your eyebrows at him and smirk. He chuckles nervously and looks down at his plate.
“Uh, no. I’m still trying to get over my last girlfriend’s death. I don’t think I’m ready to move on just yet.” He pushes around a piece of beef on his plate.
“You’ll find someone. There’s lots of sweet girls around here and a lot of them are very cute. I’m sure they’d love an American boyfriend.” You giggle as a blush covers his cheeks.
“I’m not sure about it just yet.” Amelie brushes it off and goes back to teaching you phrases. For the rest of the afternoon, you can’t help but notice Isaac’s distant behavior. He seems spaced out, thinking about stuff, or caught up with thoughts of Allison.
“(Y/N) and I were going to watch the sunset on the hill of the Sacré-Cœur,” Isaac says, standing up to bring his plate over to the sink. You get up and thank Amelie for the lesson today and walk out of her house.
Isaac makes a quick stop at your apartment to grab a blanket and a picnic basket before meeting back up with you and beginning the trek to the hill.
It was pretty empty for a weekend, but you figured everyone was at clubs and bars instead of having picnics and relaxing.
“Here we are,” Isaac lays the blanket down and opens the basket. He hands you a piece of chocolate cake from your favorite restaurant and grabs the other for himself. As you enjoy the dessert, the sun begins to set, creating a golden glow over the area.
“It’s so beautiful,” you murmur in awe. Isaac hadn’t taken his eyes off of you since you finished off the slice. The sunlight showered you in a stunning way, and he couldn’t help but finally come to the realization of how truly beautiful he thinks you are.
“Yeah,” he whispers, practically in a trance. You glance over at him and laugh.
“You alright, Isaac?” You place the trash back in the basket and take out a bottle of water for yourself.
“Actually, there’s something I wanted to talk about.”
“Okay,” you push him to continue. He pauses, fiddling with his hands.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and being here, I’ve been able to clear my mind and focus on it. I-” He hesitates. Your eyebrows furrowed together as he struggles to explain.
“I know I said that I’m not ready for a relationship because of Allison. But I’ve made progress and I think I’m ready to move on.”
“That’s great, Isaac! I think coming here was a good idea for you. I’ve noticed you changed a lot and you seem happier, with bad days here and there of course. But I can tell you’re starting to come to terms with it.”
“I have, all thanks to you.” You smile and rub his shoulder.
“I’m happy you asked me to come along. It’s been so much fun and I honestly can’t explain how refreshing it is to not have to deal with some supernatural being every few months.” He laughs, agreeing with you.
“That’s not all.” You nod and stare at him, waiting for the next topic.
“I’ve fallen for you, more than I was expecting to. To be honest, I never even thought about it until I heard you at the airport saying bye to Kira.” You gasp and smack his shoulder playfully.
“You were listening to us!” He giggles and swats your hand away.
“I didn’t mean to! Everyone got quiet and my hearing zoned in on you.”
“How come you didn’t say anything then?” He shrugs.
“I was still dealing with Allison’s death and it confused me even more. I guess I’ve always had feelings for you deep down, but we were always good friends, and I often heard you talking to Lydia about a guy you liked, so I didn’t make any moves.”
“You dumbass, that guy was you!” His eyes widen and he lets out a long exhale.
“I’m so stupid,” he face falms himself. You grab his wrist to move his hands away and kiss his cheek.
“You’re not. I was okay with being friends. If anything, I’m glad we were because I can’t imagine my life without you. I was okay with waiting for you to figure out that I am pretty amazing.” he laughs and caresses your cheek.
“You are pretty amazing,” he whispers. His eyes dart down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. With a small nod, you give him permission to do what he wants. He slowly leans in and presses his lips to yours, your heart bursting with love. You can’t help but smile, breaking the kiss.
“Fuck, I’ve waited for this for so long,” you breathe out.
“How long?”
“Remember the day I got attacked by the kanima? It threw me against the wall of the school and you took my pain away before taking me to the hospital?” Isaac swallows hard.
“I’ll never forget that day.”
“I won’t either. It’s the day I fell in love with you.” Isaac grins and kisses you again.
“Um, I’m sorry, but I can’t say that back just yet,” he tells you, worried of your reaction.
“I didn’t expect you to. i just wanted you to know that.”
“And when the time is right, I’ll be happy to say the same.”
You two stay on the hill for another hour, just talking while you lay in his arms. Once it started getting cold and more vacant, you headed back to your apartment. After showering and putting the picnic supplies away, you settled on the couch and turned the TV on.
Isaac stayed in his room, his head spinning with what just happened. He was so happy with how things worked out, but part of him still felt guilty and connected to Allison, so he called the one person who would know what to do. Scott.
You had fallen asleep on the couch while watching a movie when Isaac came out to talk to you. He quickly sees that you’re fast asleep and grins.
“Hey,” he whispers, shaking you awake. You groan and rub your eyes.
“What time is it?” You ask. Isaac checks the clock on the wall.
“Midnight.” You turn the TV off and stretch, getting ready to head to bed, but Isaac stops you.
“Can we talk in my room for a little?” He asks. You grin and nod, following him into the room across yours. You take a seat on his bed but he crawls under the covers, motioning for you to join. You immediately understand why he wanted you in here, so you join him and scoot into his arms.
“You know you could have just said you wanted me to sleep with you tonight,” you say. He lets out a small breath and nuzzles his face into your neck.
“I didn’t want to be awkward about it. I also wasn’t sure how you felt about being this close so soon.”
“I don’t have a problem, but are you okay with it?” He pauses.
“I called Scott and talked to him for a while. I told him that even though I feel like I'm ready to move on, it’s hard letting Allison go. I feel like I’m doing something wrong, but he assured me that it’s okay to let go. He’s done it and he’s with Kira, but he still has a place in his heart for Allison.”
“It’ll be okay. Letting her go doesn’t mean you have to forget her. I don’t expect you to suddenly move on so quickly. I know you really liked her and you were together at the time of her death. That’s a difficult thing to go through.”
“I really appreciate you,” he whispers. “And I’m so happy we’re finally together.” You pull back and stroke his cheek with your finger.
“So, we are together? Like, a relationship?” You confirm. He’s slow to nod, but when he does, he breaks out into a huge smile.
“I want that, if you want that as well.” You kiss him sweetly in response.
“I’ve been wanting it ever since you saved me.”
“So the whole knight in shining armor thing does work on girls?” He teases. You giggle and curl into his chest.
“When the knight is a wolf, who I’ve had a crush on for a while before that, saving me from a freaky lizard man and taking my pain away? Yeah.”
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