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casually-eat-my-soul · 15 days

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Stiles Stilinski and Claudia Stilinski are such an interesting dynamic. Only one person commented on the fact that they wanted to hear about this, but that’s permission to me, so yall have to suffer with me. It’s been awhile since I’ve watched teen wolf so my take may be off, please no hate but I’m open to discussion.

Claudia Stilinski is such an interesting character to me. We know virtually nothing about except how she, especially her death and the way she died affects the Stiles and the sheriff.

Stiles watched her die, the sheriff didn’t. Stiles stayed beside her, the sheriff was at work. Both undergo guilt because of this. This is the exact moment when stiles has to grow up - it fundamentally changed who stiles is as a character, it also defines him in certain moment. To me both characters try and keep their connect to Claudia in anyway they can. This is made apparent with the jeep. That’s Claudia car, stiles refuses to leave it even though it’s unreliable. This could reflect stiles relationship or his idea of his relationship with his mother is unreliable. The sheriff connects to his wife via stiles. Stiles real name - his mother gave it to him, he had the nickname mischief but changed to stiles, I wonder why?? Maybe after his mother died. But they can’t in the end, they can’t let go over her but they can’t hold onto her.

Stiles has a lot of trauma response from this moment. He pretends he’s fine even when he’s not, this is a learned response. He obsessively takes care of his dad, wanting to hold onto the last parent in his life. It also feels like a way to hold onto his mother via taking care of his dad. Literally every way that that stiles acts after his mom’s death is becuase of her death. The way that he loves people after his moms death is an effect of the last months of his mothers life and her death. He cares to a point of obsession (one of the reason I ship sterek, I think they’d balance each other out or just be able to understand each other darkness)

His mother’s disease would have taken precedents over everything else. And even after she died, his fathers feeling would have been more important. The Stilinski’s don’t talk about their feelings, they don’t talk about the times when they hurt each other. It’s almost like they can’t, that there is a disconnect. To me this says that Claudia was the emotional support for both of the Stilinski’s men. Don’t get me wrong, this is not hate on the sheriff. He does try to connect to stiles - they do talk each other about other things in their lives.

In a way I can understand Stiles. My father is a cop. The change in shifts and odd hours would mean that sometimes I wouldn’t see my father for days. Add on the fact that He is the Sheriff, whom the show makes it clear take extra shifts - stiles would be alone a lot. To me this means that his mother was his main source of paternal affection. This was further cemented for me when stiles tells his father “mom would have believed me”

When she dies it almost makes it seem that his care was transferred onto Scott. In most cases this would make Melissa a surrogate mother but in the show it doesn’t feel like that to me. Stiles is extremely independent, when his dad was away at work he would take care of his mother, even after her assaulting him. This would fundamentally change the way he interacts with adults, parents, specifically mothers. So I don’t see him grasping onto Melissa as a mother figure.

But also the way he interacts with Melissa, on one hand he’s almost her equal. He takes care of Scott almost as much as Melissa herself does. In a way their interactions feel like two parents talking to each other. On the other hand, it is clear that Melissa take care of him like he’s her son. But to me the only time when stiles reacts to her authority is when she’s mad, sometimes not even than. And the one time when he’s been possessed he calls her mom.

But also it’s made clear that the Stilinski’s don’t talk about Claudia - like at all. In the first season when the sheriff is drunk he says “I miss your mother”. The absolute shock on stiles face when he says that is so visceral. Claudia lingers over the household, not in a way that is a happy memory. she haunts it. After she dies stiles takes her place. The whole scene “how can I take care of you if I don’t know everything about you / I’m the dad, your the son” Stiles takes care of his dad obsessively, in a way that upsets the the balance of a child/parent relationship.

This is further made clear with the hints that the sheriff got major drunk after Claudia died. And that he threw himself into work once he got sober. Stiles effectively took over the household, putting him in the roles of his mother. We also see how the sheriff reacts to this because Stiles plays both the role of his wife and his son, not reaching the expectation for either. Stiles can never be his mother and yet he is her carbon copy. He wants to be her but all doesn’t at all. This dichotomy between the idea of stiles and the idea of Claudia means that she will always be present in the home. The first parent you will see in stiles face is Claudia. She haunts the narrative via her ghost but also via Stiles.

Especially in season three with the nogitsune, especially when it tricked everyone into believing that he’s dieing the same way his mother did. This is the final act of stiles becoming Claudia. The ghost of his mother has never been as prevalent but in this moment. You cannot tell me that his didn’t absolutely destroy the Stilinski households for months, even after they figured out that it was just a trick. To me this was one of the worst tricks played on stiles, because besides losing his friend this is what caused the Most devastation to him and his father. When he gets the MRI done this is when we see the change between stiles and the nogitsune. The demon has enough power to take over even for a few seconds because of this.

Being his mom especially in this connection is what devastates stiles the most. The nogitsune was in stiles head, he knows what would hurt him the most and what stiles fears the most.

Idk this is just my opinion and take.

#stiles stilinski #the way a child should never be a place holder #sheriff stilinski #the dynamic between a haunted space and the person it haunts #the terrifying ordeal of being known #stilinski’s clan put their loved ones above everyone else #claudia stilinski #i’m just delusional #stiles has mommy issues that’s why he’s the way he is #Stiles Stilinski character analysis #Claudia Stilinski Character analysis #I tried to analysis a character #I’m ignoring my connection to the character #character analysis #teen wolf #relationship analysis #sterek

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amispnrewatch · 3 years

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SPN 1x06 “Skin”

Okay, I’m gonna try to type while I watch this time instead of forgetting this blog exists until the episode is almost over.

You can tell the footage for the previously on segment was saved on a VHS copy instead of the original film that the show was shot with because even in the HD iTunes version I have it looks low quality as fuck. And jumpy in the way that brings me back to my teens watching the WB all the damn time.

I love this song. WTF is this song. Shazam says “Good Deal” by Mommy and Daddy. I… have no comment, except that it sounds like everything I was listening to in college at the time this shit was airing.

Aaaaand not!Dean turns around to face the SWAT team after obviously torturing some woman. THAT is a cold open.

I wanna know what that car is in the background. It’s pretty. Maybe a convertible Impala? They have similar grills. This is not at all important.

Also, I love that with these higher definition versions of the episodes you can see that Sam’s email is lawboy and whatever dot com and that people in the fandom have started calling him Law Boy. It’s hilarious.

DEAN: Well, what exactly do you tell ‘em? You know, about where you’ve been, what you’ve been doin’?

SAM: I tell ‘em I’m on a road trip with my big brother. I tell ‘em I needed some time off after Jess.

DEAN: Oh, so you lie to ‘em.

SAM: No. I just don’t tell ‘em….everything.

DEAN: Yeah, that’s called lying. I mean, hey, man, I get it, tellin’ the truth is far worse.

SAM: So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life? (DEAN shrugs.) You’re serious?

DEAN: Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can’t get close to people, period.

Aaaaand now I have Dean and Cassie feelings again and we haven’t even gotten to her episode yet.

SAM: No, man, I know Zack. He’s no killer.

DEAN: Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you.

Aaaaaand now I have Dean and Lee feelings and we’re nowhere near Lee’s episode in season 15.

YOU JUST BLEW THROUGH A STOP SIGN DEAN WTF.

Little Becky. Oi with the reusing of names.

Of course Sam made friends with a bunch of rich kids while he was at college in a desperate attempt to try to be normal.

SAM: You know, maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack’s house.

DEAN: We could.

REBECCA: Why? I mean, what could you do?

SAM: Well, me, not much. But Dean’s a cop. (DEAN laughs.)

DEAN: Detective, actually.

I love that Dean was like “how dare you call me that.”

Okay, after a bit of research, I totally want to take a day trip to Bisbee, Arizona, but it’s already in the 90s here in the desert and it’s not even May so that trip is going to have to wait until… winter or something. There is no way in hell I’m going deeper into the desert when the weather gets hotter.

It’s a historic mining town tourist trap looking place now which is exactly the kind of shit I love.

SAM: Bec, look, I know Zack didn’t do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he’s innocent.

I mean, not technically, technically you would 1) NOT FUCK WITH A MURDER INVESTIGATION YOU’RE NOT LEGALLY INVOLVED IN BECAUSE ANYTHING YOU FIND WOULD BE INADMISSABLE IN COURT 2) find evidence to provide a reasonable doubt for the jury that he did commit the crime. You know, like a lawyer would need to do, Law Boy.

DEAN: I just don’t think this is our kind of problem.

When I made my husband watch this show with me (he’s seen it all at least once now over the years) this is the recurring thing that drove him crazy.

You guys can’t even go in through the back door? Or shut the front door behind you? Really?

REBECCA: (tearfully) Well, there’s no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in.

Yeah, that doesn’t even really mean that she knew her attacker. Just that it was someone she let her guard down around or got in some other way. See: The Son of Sam and Nightstalker, etc.

Love the pinup magnet on the fridge. I’d throw shade at that, but I have a pinup magnet on my fridge too so… pot kettle and all that.

Okay, both people in the next couple are gorgeous.

And oh wow those special effects changing eyes… wow.

This poor couple. I feel so bad for them in this episode.

How… how are the police gonna explain the way he was able to beat himself over the head with a bat??? I…

I love that 5:30 in the morning on TV is clearly like… 10 AM.

Okay, this is a really unrelated point, but the graffiti on the dumpster here reminds me of the Teen Wolf fandoms use of the name Void!Stiles when Stiles Stilinski was possessed by a Nogitsune… I just spent way too long digging through YouTube and my Tumblr tags from back when those episodes were airing looking for a few specific videos and couldn’t find them. The TL;DR reason I bring it up here is goofball, bi-coded main character guy getting possessed by an entity set on destroying the people he loves. SOUNDS LIKE THIS EPISODE AND A WHOLE LOT OF SPN RIGHT. I love that all these monster hunting shows call out to each other.

This scene haunts me years later and I don’t even WATCH Teen Wolf. I just watched the fandom on Tumblr collectively lose it’s shit then tripped down a Hale Pack fanfiction rabbit hole.

ANYWAY

Back to Supernatural, a show that also treated its fan base, cast, and characters like garbage! Huzzah!

DEAN: Well, there’s another way to go—down. (They look down and notice a manhole.)

I’m gonna be mature and ignore the double entendre there…

But I love that Dean thinks of the world in 3D. Which sounds like a dumb statement to make, but this is honestly a good example of that in action.

SAM: I bet this runs right by Zack’s house, too.

Really Sam, sewers run by houses? SO WEIRD. I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESSED.

DEAN: You know, I just had a sick thought. When the shapeshifter changes shape—maybe it sheds.

SAM: That is sick. (DEAN puts the bloody pile back on the ground.)

Guys, there is a WHOLE ASS EAR in that pile of yuck you’re looking at. I think it’s pretty safe to assume the shapeshifter indeed sheds its skin like a snake. A much… gooier snake.

Sam’s friend is rightfully pissed at him for fucking with the crime scene.

This is before the pearl gripped guns?! Wow. I never noticed that before.

Also, this whole episode gives me feelings.

++++

Cool. Tumblr mobile ate a whole section of my notes on this when it crashed for NO APPARENT REASON. Love that.

It always boggles my mind that actors can trust the people they’re working with enough to let people “tie” ropes around their neck or put them in actually dangerous positions in a scene.

SHAPESHIFTER: He’s sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home. With Dad. You don’t think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. Where the hell were you?

SAM: Where is my brother? (The shapeshifter leans in close to SAM.)

SHAPESHIFTER: I am your brother. See, deep down, I’m just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak. And sooner or later, everybody’s gonna leave me. (He backs away.)

SAM: What are you talkin’ about?

SHAPESHIFTER: You left. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me, too. No explanation, nothin’, just poof. Left me with your sorry ass. But, still, this life? It’s not without its perks. (He laughs.) I meet the nicest people. Like little Becky. You know, Dean would bang her if he had the chance. Let’s see what happens. (He smiles and covers SAM with a sheet.)

This exchange is just… so much. So many feelings. And I will forever (unless we magically get a fix-it fic mini season someday…) be SO MAD that none of this got resolved in that pointless, trash heap of a finale.

REBECCA: Okay, so, this thing—it can make itself look like anybody?

SHAPESHIFTER: That’s right. (She chuckles.)

REBECCA: Well, what is it, like a genetic freak? (The shapeshifter laughs.)

SHAPESHIFTER: Maybe. Evolution is about mutation, right? So, maybe this thing was born human but was different. Hideous and hated. Until he learned to become someone else. (REBECCA looks around, uncomfortable. The shapeshifter’s eyes glint silver, and he smiles.)

It always amazes me how much of this show is a pile of accidental queer allegories parading around in an ill-fitting toxic masculinity suit.

Vulcan mind meld! I love nerd!Dean. Also, I’m rewatching Star Trek: TOS with my husband, because that is what my life amounts to these days, rewatching comfort TV and flailing over the bits I love.

This post does a better job than I can do of pairing up screen caps with the dialogue of this next scene. SIX EPISODES IN. They’re dumping all of this character depth SIX EPISODES IN. FUCK THIS SHOW FOR NOT EMBRACING ITSELF.

Okay, I love that he screams back in her face after he threw the phone. It’s not something to laugh at because the situation is horrifying, but I can’t help laughing at it every time.

AND THE WAY THEY CUT THESE SCENES. Going from him winding his hand back to backslap her directly to him dropping the chains on the table to show how hard he must have hit her without actually making the actors hit each other. Good job editing department!

I… don’t understand the shifter’s motivation for killing people. If he can take over people’s identities without killing them, why kill them? Is it just because he’s a homicidal, rapist piece of shit? Cause that’s all it seems like.

How did the SWAT team even know she was being attacked? Why can the snipers aim no better than Storm Troopers?

Ugh, these kind of transformation body horror scenes are exactly why werewolf stories have never really appealed to me much. Like, I could do without watching your ribs move and teeth fall out, dude.

BUT.

THIS FUCKING SCENE.

I looked up the song that’s playing over shapeshifter!Dean being caught by the SWAT team and then going through the grotesque transformation. (And as far as I know, the iTunes version has the original music from the episodes.)

It’s a song called “Mary” by The Death Riders

Who's your mother, who's your mother here boy // Who's your mother, whos your mommy dear // Who's your father, who's your father here boy // Who's your father, who's your daddy dear

Silently screaming // Where everyone knows // Daddy's always watchin' // Where everywhere - everywhere I go

I don't wanna be a freak show pretty boy anymore // I don't wanna be a full time slave // I don't wanna be your midnight cowboy anymore // I just want to be Mary

This is… a fascinating choice. Here are the rest of the lyrics. The song as a whole has a weird incesty kinda vibe to it? Kinda like when SPN tries to straight-wash itself and misses the mark wildly. (Like Dean’s male siren episode.)

The midnight cowboy line reminded me of 12x11 and the bull riding scene with “Broomstick Cowboy” by Bobby Goldsboro playing over it

Dream on, little Broomstick Cowboy, // Dream while you can; // Of big green frogs, // And puppy dogs, // And castles in the sand.

For, all too soon you'll awaken; // Your toys will all be gone. // Your broomstick horse will ride away, // To find another home. // And you'll have grown into a man, // With cowboys of your own. // And then you'll have to go to war, // To try and save your home.

And then you'll have to learn to hate; // You'll have to learn to kill. // It's always been that way, my son; // I guess it always will.

Because, you know, why not add tons of feelings into the lyrics, right?

Props to the people who can embrace their rewatches and reclamations of the show with ease. Because every episode seems to remind me of how hollow and tragic Dean’s ending was and I just… struggle all over again.

Anyway, back to the episode so I can move on with my day.

REPORTER: An anonymous tip led police to a home in the Central West End, where a S.W.A.T team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white male, approximately twenty-four to thirty years of age, was discovered hiding in her home. (A sketch of DEAN appears on the screen.)

DEAN: Man! That’s not even a good picture. (SAM looks around cautiously.)

SAM: It’s good enough. (He walks away.)

DEAN: Man! (He follows SAM.)

(CUT TO: Alley. DEAN and SAM are walking. DEAN steps into a puddle.)

DEAN: Ugh, come on.

I love that we get two tiny little back-to-back vanity moments for Dean here. One commenting on the sketch artist rendition of him being broadcasted on the news and the other tripping in the puddle. There is literally someone running around the city trying to kill people while wearing Dean’s face, but Dean is still concerned with how he looks appears to others. He’s still concerned with keeping up his own performance. The shifter left him with just a t-shirt, so he doesn’t even have his usual comfort layers on and at any moment someone could spot him and call the police or try to kill him for assaulting Sam’s friend. His life is wildly out of control in that moment and the only thing he can try to focus on is his appearance (something semi-controllable) and finding the shifter before any of that other shit can happen.

One day I want to put together a like top 10 episodes focusing on / explaining each TFW character from the series. Like the kind of list you could show someone who’s never seen the show, but has OPINIONS about the characters (or who hasn’t seen the whole show and seen the growth they went through… you know, like the people responsible for the travesty of 15x20). This episode would be on that list. I’m not sure how I could manage to make a list of only 10 episodes to understand Dean Winchester by, but eh.

SAM: What are you gonna do to me?

SHAPESHIFTER: Oh, I’m not gonna do anything. Dean will, though.

SAM: They’ll never catch him.

SHAPESHIFTER: Oh, doesn’t matter. Murder in the first of his own brother? He’ll be hunted the rest of his life. (He picks up a sharp knife and examines it.)

Speaking of season 15 in general, this right here. This was Chuck’s villain story arc thesis statement. AND THEY DROPPED THE GODDAMN BALL WITH IT. I think that’s the thing that honestly pisses me off the most these days (about 5 1/2 months from when the finale aired) is that they tried making the whole thing a tragedy but did such an awful job with it that it just ended up like a deflating condom balloon at a dive bar concert. Disappointing and gross. The finale for season 14 set them up SO FUCKING WELL and it just… didn’t get there.

Becky’s parents are gonna be pissed at how torn up their house is after all this shit…

And you’re not shooting him when you first see him strangling Sam because…?????

I like that he took the necklace back. Also, is this kinda Dean death number .5 of the show? Like it wasn’t him but it was also kinda him. Eh.

At least they left the windshield on Baby this time. Reflections are better than tearing her apart.

#SPN 1x06 #amispnrewatch #reclaiming spn #performing!dean #lawboy #bi!dean #dean x cassie #dean x lee #stiles stilinski #void!stiles #teen wolf #dean deserved better

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mrsmess · 5 years

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Meta season 4 - part 1

This season ranks second on my list (number one just has to be season 2), partly because of Rory’s in between-ness, which highlights the reasonable flaws in the character, and Lorelai’s bold innkeeper journey, and basically every other character having really interesting and plausible arcs.

Ballrooms and Biscotti - Such a great episode, I’m laughing constantly AND finding out that Stars Hollow does celebrate Groundhog Day! (obviously)

The Lorelais’ first day at Yale - Copper boom. Need that on a t-shirt. Such an iconic episode. I remember watching it when it first broadcasted thinking, this is me and mý mother, me and my family. It could have, should have, been a defining moment for Rory; it’s going to be very difficult being Christine Amanpour broadcasting from Tehran with her mommy. You only get one life, and there are so many interesting paths for you to choose, just, you can’t possibly do them all, and sometimes, loving and needing your family is a gift, not something to overcome, but something to build your life around. To invest in the fact that you are a better, richer, person with them around. That’s what I realized at that same point in my life, anyhow. And poor Luke. His pain is so entertaining though.

The Hobbit, the sofa and Digger Stiles - An interesting episode.

Rory Gilmore subscribes to the Stars Hollow Gazette! Having her become Chief Editor in AYITL might have been one of the brightest decisions for the revival, at least if they had bothered exploring it for a bit. (They could’ve cut the inexplicable With a Little Help From My Friends-scene - copied right out of Across the Universe, if anyone has missed that - and given me more Rory Gilmore gets The Gazette up and running instead.)

And Emily and Paris being two peas in a pot! “Don’t you want people to owe you?” Until Paris decides she hates the party persona she’s trying on anyway.

Rory has to defend her staying in her room with a book; she’s not hiding, she’s actually enjoying it. I’m torn on this. Lorelai is great for reminding our girl to stay in the moment, but I also think that Rory has a point, and that she should be allowed to take on the world in her own pace and her own way, me and my mother have a similar dynamic. But sometimes I think Lorelai is a bit stuck on Rory experiencing all these big absurd things (biker parties, barn burnings) while she is real uptight about her experiencing more plausible things for her age; love, sex, more realistic and ultimately necessary adventures. And then it struck me that Lorelai herself didn’t really get to have those adventures, since she got pregnant so early.

Tana is adorable.

Jason is really interesting and actually my second favorite love interest for Lorelai, but more on that later. He’s like a combination of Logan and Christopher with some actual guts, not that it works out for him but it doesn’t for the other boys playing it passive either. And Emily recognizes the danger entering into business with him.

Rory puts off telling Emily what she really thinks about her buying stuff for the dorm room, adopting Lorelai’s way of dealing with her.

Chicken or beef - Rory has cut her hair. Like everything monumental on this show it doesn’t happen on screen.

Dean is getting married, which I do not need to mock, right? Repetitive and redundant.

I love the Zack and Brian dynamic. Also, them referring to Dave going off to California - Hilarious! And Rory schooling them on schooled rock ’n rollers - priceless!

Gosh darnit I have a weak spot for Dean, or more specifically: I’m really into the character arc. It’s so elegant and sh*tty. How he starts out a pretty decent guy and could’ve gotten to think that about himself that way his whole life if he just hadn’t fallen for our girl. He’s the perfect example of how love can wreck a person, and not even in an epic- but totally mundane and kind of icky way. I dig that (his happy ending in the revival was sort of a cop out). Jess actually has the opposite arc, which of course I dig even more.

Oh goodness! It’s Dean with crappy friends. Now, see, that’s plausible, him having stupid friends, quantity over quality, kind of like Logan (yes, I have issues with Finn and whatever the other guy’s name is, can’t believe they made it to the revival! With a little help from someone else’s friends... *smh*). One of the things that gets to me the most from Swan Song is how Jess can get away with his lie about the football with a buddy. He does not have friends outside of fictional characters and it always makes me sad that Rory buys into his bogus explanation when her obvious reaction should be: “What buddy?”

Oh, and that’s Leo, and Schmidt!

And Luke is the best. I’m getting teary thinking about how he’s a real mensch to just everyone and so rarely get credit for it. Love Luke.

“Why didn’t she love me?” I feel so bad for him, but then he marries Lindsey without dealing with anything.

And Rory just takes Luke’s word and doesn’t go to the wedding. A level of trust, or maybe she was looking for an excuse.

#meta #Gilmore Girls #season 4

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stilesrobinsonmichael · 6 years

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Formally Meeting Irene [Stiles x Irene]

@irenethepirate

[Stiles]

Stiles was still trying to register the fact that Liam wanted him to break the bond. It was his first time with anyone and he didn’t think it would end in this much heartache. Wiping his eyes he made his way onto the ship and started to drink some of the alcohol before bumping into someone. “Shit I’m sorry.”

[Irene]

Irene looked at the person who bumped into her and realized it was Hope’s brother she met a couple of nights ago. “It’s fine.” She said smelling the alcohol on his breath. “What are you doing here? Hope isn’t on the ship.”

[Stiles]

“I came here to think. I came here to forget. Oh I know Hope is busy with her boyfriend. I should have known that once she got one I wouldn’t be able to talk to her much anymore. My step-brother locked himself in his room after Hope told him she didn’t want to be with him. My other step-brother...well I am sure my dad is training him or something. Misty is probably busy with castle things. I can’t go to Liam either...so I figure I might as well just drink by myself. Why what are you doing here?”

[Irene]

“I live here?” She asked as if it was obvious. “So because you had no one to talk to you wonder onto the ship?” She asked not understanding why the boy was there as his answer still didn’t answer her question.

[Stiles]

“Yeah I did...my uncle is on this ship so it’s not like I don’t know my way around here. I know you live here obviously but like what were you doing before I ran into you?”

[Irene]

“Oh I was visiting Hook.” She replies before pushing her hair out of her face.

[Stiles]

“Ah Hook, I haven’t seen him around lately. Does he still have that vendetta against my father?” He asks in curiosity.

[Irene]

“Not so much your father as your step-mother is the one that was his best mates daughter. I’m sure somewhere in his mind he believes Misty will embrace that part of her.” She answered.

[Stiles]

The male had no idea what Irene was talking about and it confused him. “What are you talking about?” He asks with a raise of an eyebrow.

[Irene]

“Nothing you should be concerned with.” She said. “So you are headed for your uncle right? You should get there before it’s past your bedtime.” She replied heading towards Hook’s room.

[Stiles]

“Wait are you talking about Misty being Jack’s daughter? What does that have to do with anything? I don't have nor need a bedtime but thanks for the concern.” Stiles responds with a shake of his head.

[Irene]

“You asked me a question and I answered. If you want more information you should head to your family for that.” She stopped to look at him. “Aw that’s cute. Let me guess you are a real light weight right? You came on a ship because you have no one to talk to meaning someone has broke your heart and you are acting like a five year old child looking for attention. You definitely have a bedtime. But you should know there’s nothing wrong with that...it’s just sort of pathetic.”

[Stiles]

“Oh please you don't even know me. I told you I was here to visit my uncle. So are you done patronizing me?”

[Irene]

“Yeah I am, it’s mean to pick on children.” She replied with a smile before turning and walking away.

[Stiles]

“I am not a child. I can handle myself. And I don't have to listen to someone with the likes of you. Seeming as your Hook’s little bitch anyway, always doing as she is told, being a perfect daddy’s girl, now that is pathetic.” He laughed before pushing past her, “Have fun tending to your daddy issues.”

[Irene]

Irene just laughed at the boy’s attempt to insult her. “Hm I wonder what TJ would say once I tell him you called me a bitch...I don’t think he will be too happy.” She smirked. “Have fun dealing with that.”

[Stiles]

“Wow and your a little tattle tale, fucking hell how old are you again? Because you are acting like an immature 5 year old. ‘Ohh I am going to tell my daddy and mommy on you because I can’t handle things like a grown up.’ Go ahead tell him, you are a poison. All pirates are. You are going to turn on us just like how my uncle turned on my father and my mother on my father. You are all doing anything to get what you want so you know what, play with TJ do whatever you want, you already corrupted him anyway. You want the throne, go ahead a marry him, you will have anything you ever want. You will be able to do Hook’s bidding on the inside just as he wanted all along. You are weak and it’s pathetic, at least I own up to the fact that I am not the strongest but wow you are just something else. Good luck taking over the kingdom, wish you the best of luck.” He smirked before pushing past her.

[Irene]

“Oh but you see that’s where you are wrong. As soon as I take your brothers precious little virginity and get him to tell him he bonded with me it won’t matter what you or any of your family say. Because TJ will never listen to you. TJ will never believe you. I have that boy wrapped around my finger. It’s so cute, he tells me he gets it from his father and even if I was to hurt him he will always love me. Now will he say that to you? If I tell him you...I don’t know...took my knife and cut me do you think he would forgive you?” She asked smirked as she grabbed her knife from her boot and sliced her hand. “Now let’s see who TJ will pick, you or me. I have a very strong feeling deep down inside you know it will always be me.”

[Stiles]

“No. We always choose family over each other because that is who we are. And take a knife and cut your hand? Oh please if you wanted it to be believable at least make it as if I ripped into you with my claws. You could have hurt yourself during training or some stupid shit like that.” Stiles clicked the button on his phone before growling as he left.

#irene #irene001

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i-write-about-anything · 7 years

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Momma’s Boy Part 17

Prompt: A witch turns Liam into a toddler causing the reader and Scott to take care of him. (Requested)

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader (platonic) , Scott McCall x Reader

Parts

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16

Reader’s POV

It had been a week had passed and to no one surprise Mary was missing. She hadn’t been where I left her unconscious and it scared me to think that she was still out there. Melissa had treated my now broken ankle, she had been amazed that I was able to walk home from such a long way with it broken but I told her it must have been the adrenaline. Liam’s cheek was bruised and he had tried to avoid me the first two days, he was scared of me and I didn’t blame him, I had almost killed his biological mother right in front of him. He slept with Scott while I slept zero minutes of the day. I was terrified of Mary coming back and I was terrified of Liam being taken that I had stayed completely awake through the first three days. I cracked on the third day, crying hysterically in Scott’s arms, which was what made Liam make contact with me. He had wrapped his small arms around be before trying to wipe the tears out of my face. When the tears didn’t stop he had ran to get Scott, tripping on the way over. He had lost some of his balance and he had also lost some of his vocabulary which was getting harder to understand him. I finally had sleep on the fourth day when I was watching Lion King with Liam, I hadn’t noticed how tired I was until I had woken up to Liam snuggling into my chest. I had closed my eyes for a second and I passed out almost immediately. We hadn’t left the house and no one had come in the house but Stiles on the second day which prompted an outburst from me. Beat the shit out of him and now he had a black eye. He hadn't left since neither Scott or I had felt comfortable opening our doors, not that Stiles wanted to leave either, he hadn’t wanted anyone to see his eye which I was somewhat proud of. “Stiles!” Liam’s voice yelled and it had been the twentieth time he had yelled his name today. “Mommy!” I could hear his voice break which meant he was about to cry and I didn’t need that right now.

“What happen?” I used my crutches to get into the living room where I found Stiles dangling Liam’s toys on top of him. “Stiles.” I sighed out.

“This little runt threw it at my face.” He snarled looking down at Liam who kicked him in the shin.

“Liam!” I sighed out as Stiles grabbed his leg. “Step, now.” Liam looked at me and started pouting. “No, no pouting, go before I take all the toys away.” He crossed his arms before stomping to the bottom step and sitting down, his face scrunched up in madness.

“That’s what you get kid.” Stiles smiled at him and I looked at Stiles.

“Don’t make me put you on there too.” He chuckled and Scott walked in from his nap.

“What’s going on?” He rubbed his eyes before looking at Liam on the step. “Again?” He sighed and I looked at Stiles.

“The kid obviously still has anger issues.” Stiles spoke before sticking his tongue out at Liam and I didn't know who was the bigger child in the room.

“Alright, that’s it, go join him.” I shifted on my crutches and Stiles laughed.

“You can’t be serious.” He looked at me and I gave him a stern look.

“Stiles, I gave you a black eye once, I can do it again.” I sighed out and he looked at Scott.

“Hey, she calls the shots.” Scott spoke putting his hand on my back and Stiles huffed before walking to the step and sitting next to Liam who was glaring at him.

“This is stupid, I'm not a little kid.” Stiles spoke as I sat on the couch.

“Then stop acting like one.” I spoke back and I heard him huff once more before I looked at Scott.

“Feeling better?” His smile was bright and I hadn't seen it like this all week.

“A little.” I gave him my best smile but he knew it was forced. “Any news?” I bit my lip and Scott shook his head looking down at his hands. “It’s okay, we’re here and if she tried anything, there’s two and a half of us.” He looked at me before chuckling a bit and smiled without thinking about it.

“Mommy hates you.” I heard Liam’s voice and I hadn’t realized him and Stiles were arguing.

“What’s your problem with me?” Stiles spoke and I looked back at them as I saw them back to back.

“You meanie.” Liam looked at him and Stiles chuckled.

“I’m mean? You threw a toy at my black eye, I think the only mean one here is you.” Stiles spoke.

“Stupid.” Stile looked at Liam who stuck his tongue out at him.

“You’re lucky you’re two and not fifteen otherwise I'd kick your ass.” Stiles pointed to Liam.

“Ass?” Liam tested the word and my eyes widened.

“Hey, language!” Scott spoke up.

“Shit, sorry.” Stiles apologized only to make it worse.

“Shit!” Liam clapped and I put my hand on my forehead.

“Liam, no, those are bad words.” Scott stood up making his way towards the stairs. “Go sit in the living room.” Scott growled at Stiles who quickly took a seat next to me.

“You’re the worst.” I looked at him and he pursed his lips.

“You don’t say stuff like that, okay?” Scott spoke and Liam looked at me.

“Listen to your father, otherwise you’ll be sitting there for another five minutes.” Liam nodded furiously and I smiled at him when Scott patted his back. He ran towards me and climbed on the couch.

“Sorry.” He looked down and his hands before looking at Stiles.

“You’re apologizing to me?” Stiles pointed his finger to his chest and Liam crossed his arms. “I’ll take it.” He put his hands up in defense and I giggled taking Liam onto my lap.

“Lion King.” He pointed to the TV and I was seriously so tired of that movie.

“How about we watch something else?” Scott spoke sitting next to me. “Like, Nemo?” Scott looked at Liam and it had been one of the only times Scott had suggested anything other than Lion King, we were all tired of it.

“Otay!” Liam bounced on my lap and I smiled as Scott sighed in relief. He was getting pickier and pickier by the day and we didn't know what to expect from him anymore.

“Are you hungry?” I looked down at Liam who shook his head before placing it on my chest. A sudden knock at the door had us all stopped in our tracks and Liam’s arms wrapped around my neck.

“Stay here.” Scott spoke before slowly walking to the front door.

“Hey, it’s okay.” I rubbed my hand up and down Liam’s back before looking at Stiles who was biting his lip.

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Scott’s POV

I walked towards the door and I could hear the pounding of everyone’s heartbeats in my ears which only made me more nervous. No one had come along since Stiles and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to know who was at the door. I took in a deep breathe before opening the door just a slight bit before seeing Stiles’ dad and I could feel my lungs working again. “Sheriff.” I spoke and he sighed looking at me.

“May I come in?” I looked back at (y/n) who had been having small talk with Stiles before looking back at his dad.

“How about I go out there?” He slightly nodded and I stepped outside closing the door slowly behind me. The sun was bright and if I wasn’t inside for a whole week I wouldn’t be squinting my eyes.

“I would have called but it’s better to do this in person.” He shoved his hands in his pocket and I bit my lip. “She’s in custody.” I sighed in relief running my hands over my face. “But.” He began and I looked at him.

“But what?” He stayed silent before sighing and looking at me.

“She’s pressing charges right back and she’s gotten Liam’s birth certificate redone. She has one of the best lawyers in town Scott, I’m afraid that if we don’t build up enough evidence against her she’ll walk away with Liam in her arms.” His voice creeped into my ear and I couldn't believe what the hell was happening.

“But she can’t she beat him, and she kidnapped him and (y/n). How are they just going to let her press charges when we haven't done anything as bad as her.” I was fuming and I knew if this was happening (y/n) wouldn’t be able to go through it.

“In the states eyes Liam has always been hers therefore making you and (y/n) the ones that kidnapped Liam, and for the beating, I don’t know Scott. Money can buy a lot of things and I know you and (y/n) can’t afford a lawyer that expensive which is why me, your dad, your mom, argent and even Derek are willing to help you out if you would have it.” His hand brushed his hair and I couldn’t believe this was happening.

“I can’t have him being taken away, he’s my son. But I also can’t take everyone’s money.” I sighed and sat down on the chair on my porch. “What the hell am I going to do?” I put my head in my hands and I could feel a hand on my back.

“I’m not taking no for an answer kid. You’ve been like a son to me and I'll be dammed if I let someone take your son away from you. You’ve changed tremendously because of that kid, no one’s going to take him away from you, I promise.” And I wish I could have believed him but something didn’t feel right.

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tags; @queen–glitch @kelz1978 @standallsunshine @bouquetoftacos @veteranwerewolf95 @crazy-fangirl25@dakotapaigelove @i-am-an-outcast

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se0ulstruck · 6 years

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Christmas Drabble

Author’s note: Ok peeps, I have written a drabble based on a quote from a poet that is very near and dear to my hear. It’s as usual, nothing much, but I still hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: mommy issues; unprotected sex

Word count: 3.6k -ish

Thanks goes out to @redstringlovers for giving me motivation @sanity-is-overratedxp for being an awesome friend @minhosmeanhoe for putting up with me

Here you were, an unmarried woman of 27, the shame of your family. Your mother always thought you were the crazy duckling and she was giving you plenty of shit for that, but now all that went into overdrive ever since you expressed your desire to not have children. You might as well have stabbed the woman. She always had a flair for the dramatic, your mother, but the gasp she let out was too much even for her. Apparently she never got the memo that your body belongs to you and you only are responsible for the decisions that affect your life. The mandatory fight ensued and before you knew it, you were storming out of the house, mumbling to yourself and kicking the snow on the side of the street. You really had no idea where the fuck you were going, but sure enough you ended up in front of the Stilinski household. No surprise there since you and Stiles were basically joined at the hip while growing up. Even when you went away to college he’d still crash with you, one week out of two.

You were his forever on-call psychologist, because at night when everything was very quiet and the room was dark he’d start talking to you and wouldn’t stop. He told you about his highs and lows, about how he felt for certain girls and how much everything affected him. Sure, you talked about those stuff during the day too, but there was always a joking tone and every problem he had, he’d just brush it off with humour. By nighttime everything changed and he would tell you about his mother and how much it hurt to not have there, his voice barely above a whisper, while he held your hand.

Usually he’d sleep on the floor on the extra mattress you’d bought for him, but one night you climbed out of bed and sneaked next to him on the floor. He turned to his side and you were facing him and you could see the tears streaming down his face, so you cupped his cheek and wiped the tears away. He soon fell apart and hugged you so tight you feared he might break a rib, but it didn’t matter, he would be safe. You kissed his cheek and soon your own tears were coming in waves. He meant the world to you and seeing him like this broke your heart. But you knew that the only thing you can do is be there for him, so you did just that. You placed his head on your chest, while one hand was gently stroking his hair. Your other hand was wrapped tightly around his back and before long you were both sobbing and clinging to each other for dear life.

You were reminded of that night when you knocked at the door, laughter and Christmas music echoing from the inside. You frown turned into a soft smile when Noah Stilinski opened the door and without even saying anything he hugged you. You let out a sigh you didn’t even know you were holding, eyes closed to truly enjoy this hug.

“Hey daddy-O who is that at the door?” Stiles yelled from the kitchen.

“Come see for yourself,” Noah replied.

Sure enough you could hear the very determined footsteps and before long you could see his slim, athletic figure coming around the corner, his eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree. His whole expression changed when he saw you. He was happy, but in a mellow, relaxed way, but when he set his eyes on you, it changed and shifted into high gear. His face was beaming, eyes gleaming and that million dollar smile he always had for you. That boy could sure make your heart skip a beat.

He ran towards you, picked you up and spun you around the room, holding you so tight you felt like a precious artifact. Laughter and dizziness ensued and you finally felt like home for the first time in a long time. He gently placed you on the floor, all the while keeping you very close to him, until you were both face to face, breathing heavily, smiling happily at each other. But he lingered, he wouldn’t let you go just yet, and you could see his eyes trying to take you all in, darting from your eyes to your lips. The room suddenly got very hot and you were feeling short of breath, your cheeks glowing redder than the ornaments that lay beside you. You were left staring into his eyes, those infinite pools of tenderness and for a second you forgot how to breathe. Thankfully Noah coughed and the two of you instantly separated, now keeping your hands to yourself. The sheriff let out a soft chuckle, before stepping in the middle of you two, grabbing you by the shoulders and taking you to the kitchen.

Needless to say the kitchen looked like it has just seen a hurricane pass through it and you started laughing when you saw the extent of the damage.

“Well, I see the Stilinski men are still in dire need of my feminine touch,” you concluded.

Both of them laughed and nodded in agreement.

“Okay, let’s go ahead and start cleaning all the mess first, so we can start making cookies afterwards,” you said mostly to yourself.

You took your long black coat off, threw it on the couch in the living room and when you came back you could feel Stiles’ eyes on you. And he certainly had something to look at. You were wearing knee high leather boots, black stockings, a pair of black shorts that hugged your ass in a very flattering manner and a tight fitting black turtleneck, the only splash of color in your ensemble being your fiery red lipstick that covered your plump lips.

“Uhm….I’ll…. I…..I’ll help you,” Stiles finally said, his face utterly gobsmacked.

“I think I’ll leave the cooking to you two, we all know how clumsy I am in the kitchen. So if you don’t mind I’ll be in the living room watching TV,” Noah announced.

You eyes and Stiles’ darted towards the sheriff and panic was written all over your faces. Something had definitely changed between the two of you but you didn’t know when or why. Noah left the room with a triumphant smile and you were looking at Stiles and when you saw that he was just as panicked as you, you both started laughing. And that was it. It all came back to you, the warm feeling you always get around him, the softness that seems to engulf everything each time he looks at you, the familiarity of it all. You were reminded of your favorite poet Warsan Shire when she said “we laugh together and I lean into you, and that’s a kind of love”.

You finally finished up cleaning, had done the cookies and everything was now in the oven, baking, while you two started cleaning again. Suddenly your phone rang; it was your mother. You didn’t answer, but it changed your mood completely. She would not stop calling however, and by the third time you grabbed your phone and headed upstairs into Stiles’ room.

“Yeah mom”, you said dryly.

“You have no soul, you hear me? You abandon your family on Christmas eve, you don’t even call me and you leave without a word. I don’t even know where you are. What did I ever do to you?” she yelled through the phone.

Your mother had made your life a living hell your whole life. And I’m not talking about not buying you that new phone when you wanted to, no. I’m talking about beating you when she was pissed off, which was often, and telling you at least once a week she wished you had never been born while growing up. She always liked to play the victim. You just learned to shut up and let her think she’s right. You’d break everything in your wake afterwards, but you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she pissed you off.

“Okay mom you’re right. I am the devil incarnate. I am Lucifer Morningstar’s new meat suit. I have no soul and I am everything that is wrong with this world. Are you done?”

There was a stunned silence and she didn’t know what to say.

“Fine, if you can’t be mature about this, then don’t bother coming back home.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

“Good. “

“Good.”

And you hung up. But you started kicking stuff around and you screamed into a pillow while tears were running down your face. You heard the door open, but didn’t bother to look up. You felt Stiles’ hand on your shoulder and you finally raised your head and looked at him. You got up and collapsed into his arms while sobbing uncontrollably. He knew very well what had happened, he didn’t need to ask, so he just tried to comfort you. He held you tight, stroked your hair and gently rocked you from side to side. You were so grateful for him. He always knew what to do. And being there in his arms was intoxicating; he smelled so nice and if you could, you wanted nothing more than to spend an entire lifetime nestled between those two arms, your head on his chest.

You had finally calmed down and lifted your head to look at him. You felt so at peace with him there, getting lost in the beauty of his features, trying to navigate those whiskey oceans that he called eyes. And then,without notice, it happened. You couldn’t help it anymore, it was stronger than you. You leaned in and kissed him. It was a soft kiss, lips barely touching, hearts pounding, waters being tested. You pulled back to see Stiles completely surprised, eyes still closed.

“Now would be a perfect time to say something” you uttered.

“I….I….I...I had no idea you felt that way about me.”

“Well I do. Was this a mistake? Should we just forget about it? I don’t want to ruin everything we have for…..”

Before you could finish your sentence his lips were crashing into yours, a passionate kiss this time, his tongue begin for entrance. The kiss got deeper and deeper and soon he was on top of you, grabbing your hips so hard you were sure you’ll find bruises the next day, hips causing sweet friction, years of want seething through every pore. He was kissing your neck and gently sucking at it so before long he found your sweet spot; you were moaning sinfully in his ear, feeling his throbbing erection on top of your core. You grabbed his ass trying to create more friction, but it still wasn’t enough. You stopped him, pushed him to the side, went to lock the door and turned towards him. You took off your boots and your top, all the while seeing his eyes grow wider. He was now at the side of the bed waiting for you. You got close, his face directly between your breasts; you took his hands and guided them to the strap of your bra, which he unclasped almost immediately, letting the garment drop to the floor. He started playing with your breasts, his mouth going from one nipple to the other, one of his hands kneading while the other was placed on your ass, squeezing tightly. You let your head back and were trying to control the moans that were coming out of you, without much success. He got up, took you by the back of your head, kissing you so fervently you could feel yourself go dizzy. You clung to his shirt and were trying to get it off. He realized what you were trying to do so he broke the kiss and took his plaid shirt and grey t-shirt off in one swift move, showing you his bare chest.

You looked at him and you thought to yourself that this is what perfection must look like. You could make out the contour of his muscles under the soft, milky skin and your eyes lingered on his forearms, excited to find out what magic he could work with those long slender fingers of his. It was as if he read your mind and the next second he took off your stockings and underwear, leaving you completely naked and slightly shivering. He took a second to drink you all in, but then he started kissing you ardently and playing with your clitoris. You whimpered into the kiss and grabbed the back of his neck hard. You were already a trembling mess, but he made things worse when he decided to put two fingers into your hot core and start thrusting. Everything felt so good and you let your head back while he kissed your breasts. You could feel the familiar coil in your stomach begin for release. Your moans were getting pretty loud so he brought your head back, put one of your hands into his pants and started kissing you again. Without hesitation you took him by the shaft and started to pump him. It was all over for you when he started to moan loudly, the kiss barely covering the sound of his pleasure. He started pumping even faster into you and when he pulled you by the hair so he can suck on your neck you felt your orgasm flood over you. You put your hand to your mouth, to try and drown the screams a little bit, but you were still really loud. You hadn’t screamed like that in a very long time and when it was all over you collapsed into his arms, still reeling from one of the best orgasm you had had in your life. He held you tight and you placed your head on his shoulder. You were drowsy and he guided you towards the bed. He laid you gently on the mattress, covered you with a sheet and placed a kiss on your forehead before wrapping his arm around you, keeping you warm.

You had dozed off and when you woke up you had realized that it was already nighttime. The first thing that struck you as odd was the fact that Stiles was not there. And then you remembered the cookies in the oven and rushed out of bed, soon realising that you were completely naked. You searched for your clothes and when you found them you started to put them on. What had happened was definitely not a dream, but you didn’t know what to think of it all because Stiles had left you all alone in his room. You barely managed to put on your bra and panties when Stiles rushed into the room, locked the door behind him, and just stood there, admiring you.

“Why did you leave?” you asked shyly.

“I was watching you sleep and you were so peaceful and it reminded me that this is what Christmas should feel like and then my mind went to Christmas cookies and then I remembered we have some in the oven, so I rushed downstairs and barely saved them, because Dad fell asleep on the couch. I covered him up with a blanket, came upstairs and here we are.”

“Oh my what exciting life you lead Stilinski,” you said, walking confidently towards him.

He started walking towards you and when you two met in the middle you stopped. You looked at his face, but it was different this time. You saw the man he became right in front of your eyes. All of your shared past was written on his delicate features and you struggled to think of a time when this man had not been an immense part of your life. Every boyfriend you had ever had, had always been compared to him, only to be found lacking in some aspect. And then it hit you, the realisation that it never worked out with anyone else because it had always been him. You had always been waiting for him; not the knight in shining armour, but the best friend that knew you inside out and still adored you. You raised your hand and placed it on his cheek and in that moment you could feel it, an immense wave of peacefulness washed over you. It was like you’d been drowning all your life and you’d finally came up for air. Tears pooled on the inside of your eyes and you knew that it was never the Stilinski household that felt like home, it was always Stiles’ arms, holding you in a tight embrace. Your mouth opened, in an attempt to articulate all the emotions that you were feeling, but words just came up short, and you were left there, tears in your eyes, completely vulnerable.

And then Stiles broke the silence.

“I don’t know what just happened between us, but I hope it’s not just a one time thing. I mean I love being your friend, but I’ve had a crush on you since forever and the world just feels right when I have you in my arms. Nothing bad can reach me in that moment, not even my bad thoughts. So if you’d be willing, I’d like to give this thing a real shot. Take you on a real date. Hold the door for you, while I check out your ass and listen to your stories for the millionth time over dinner, even though I know them by heart, because I love how happy you get when you talk about the things that are important to you. Most of all I want to take you home and make love to you and protect you and care for you. But not in that macho way that you hate so much, because I know you’re fiercely independent and I love that about you. In the partner in crime kind of way, where we’re both equals and just want the love of our lives to be safe. That kind of way. I love you.”

And there it was, everything you had ever wanted to hear from a man, coming out of Stiles’ mouth. You were overcome with emotion. Of course you felt the same way. Nobody understood you like Stiles did and he’d always been there for you no matter what. Tears were running down your face and you could barely mutter “I love you too, Stiles.”

What happened after that felt like a dream. He kissed you and picked you up in his strong arms and carried you to bed. There he gently placed you on the mattress, sat next to you and started stroking your hair. There was nothing rushed about this and you found yourself saying “I don’t want to mess this up.”

You pulled him close and started kissing him again. The two of you were overcome with desire once again and he soon found himself on top of you. His clothes were flying around the room, until he was completely naked, while your flimsy undergarments were disposed of very quickly. He was kissing you all over and playing with your breasts when you took his erect penis into your hand and started pumping him, eliciting a loud groan from him. He soon stopped you,placing your hand on his back and lined himself with your entrance. You were seeing stars by the time he had fully penetrated you and you struggled to remember when was the last time you had felt like this with a man. He stopped and looked at you, nothing but love and care in his eyes. You urged him to move and soon you had found a rhythm.

Everything about this felt so right. He knew what you wanted even before you mentioned it. You couldn’t help yourself from moaning, and when one of his hands covered your mouth it turned you on even harder. The fact that you had to keep quiet while you were having the best sex of your life was a huge turn on, especially since you were quite the screamer. Your eyes were shut, but when you opened them you saw Stiles’ face contorted in pleasure, his mouth in an O shape and it just sent you over the edge. You felt your orgasm take over and you started screaming, bringing Stiles with you over the edge. Nothing mattered in that moment except for the two of you and you knew you’d probably left his back full of scrapes.

You finally finished riding out your high and Stiles, devoid of all energy, just collapsed on top of you, placing small kisses on your neck. You couldn’t really breathe,but your first and only instinct was to hold on even tighter to him. You never wanted this to end. He finally gathered enough strength to pull himself out of you and crash next to you. He pulled you closer, placed your head on his chest and spoke:

“I guess Christmas miracles do happen. I never in a million years would have thought that I’d get to spend Christmas with you in my arms like this, getting to call you my girlfriend.”

“Hey, don’t you think you getting ahead of yourself by calling me your girlfriend. I mean you’ve never even taken me out on a date,” you replied, letting out a soft laugh.

“It was in fine print. You agreed to it when you kissed me. You can’t take it back now. It’s signed in blood.”

“Whose blood? I saw no blood.”

“FIne Miss Smarty Pants, you’re the love of my life. Better now?”

“Much better,” you concluded while giving him a kiss.

#christmas drabble #stiles stilinski #warsan shire #fanfic

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