#LET OMEGA GO TO SCHOOL AND MAKE FRIENDS JENNIFER

[melliejellybellybean]

A Match Made in a Classroom

Hunter/Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k, whoops...

Warnings: none

It's parent teacher conference night for Omega!

Hunter hates it. While he usually dodges the responsibility, letting one of his brothers take his place, there is no one to save him this time.

You love parent teacher conferences. You love getting to meet the families who influence the children you spend your days with, and this time you just might meet someone special.

Omega has a plan. Her, her siblings, and Cid have devised a foolproof mission that she cannot wait to set in motion.

Hunter could endure all sorts of tortures. He had to, as a soldier, and with his heightened senses, a lot of mundane things could be considered torture. Yet, here he was, facing what was likely to be the death of him. There was no rescue waiting for him, no escape from the pain he’d experience in just a few short minutes. As he was led into the bleak building, he glanced at the sun for what would probably be the last time.

“Hunter, you have to stop being so dramatic.” Omega glared after Hunter sighed for the seventh time in the past two minutes. “My teacher is very nice. You’re not going to die in there.”

“Why couldn’t Tech do this?” Hunter grumbled, “Tech always comes to these things.”

“You already know the answer to that.” Omega reminded him.

He grimaced as he remembered Tech’s adamant claims that he could not separate from the Marauder for as much as two minutes for risk of “the ship exploding, leaving us stranded with no means of making an income, Hunter. With no income, we would have no way of replenishing our food supply or other needs. Is that what you want? Do you want to starve?”

Hunter had wanted to share a few choice words with Tech then, and even more now, but he settled for grumbling once more. “Stupid explosive power couplings.”

“It’ll be fun!” Omega tried for optimism, “You can finally see the super secret project I’ve been working on for the past two weeks!”

Hunter let up on his sulking a bit when he saw her bright smile. Ever since taking on Omega, he had felt wildly out of his depth. Good soldiers did not equate to good fathers, or father figures in his case. Even after a couple of years, Hunter continued to bumble through new situations and problems, making countless mistakes along the way. He had just started to feel like he had some sort of handle on raising her when Cid started this long chain of events that would lead to his current suffering.

…

“You’ve gotta enroll that kid in a school.” She shrugged one afternoon as she passed by Hunter.

“What?” Hunter suddenly twisted on the stool he’d been sitting on, nearly falling off.

Cid didn’t stop walking. “She’s gonna need to do basic math or something soon. The longer you wait, the more suspicious it gets.”

At the time, Hunter had shrugged it off. Cid was just being Cid: sticking her nose in places where it didn’t belong. However, it seemed she shared her unwanted opinion with more people than he had thought. A few days later, Echo casually slid into the seat across from Hunter in the booth where he’d been sitting.

“You know, I’ve been thinking and asking around. Apparently, there’s a pretty good school not too far from here. Walking distance.” Hunter raised one eyebrow, but Echo continued before he could interrupt. “Think about it. Every other kid Omega’s age is going to school right now. I don’t think it’s ‘low-profile’ for a kid to hang out in Cid’s parlor with a bunch of suspicious-looking men everyday. Not to mention, she’ll learn a lot.”

“She’s already learning a lot.” Hunter argued, “We’re teaching her. Some kids are homeschooled, that’s not completely rare.”

Echo wrinkled his nose, “I don’t think ship classes and modifications are standard curriculum.”

“Well, you can argue with Tech about that.” Hunter smirked, “Good luck getting him to admit that.”

“I actually agree with Echo.” Tech voice sounded from above. Hunter looked up to see his goggled brother peering over the side of the booth where he had evidently been eavesdropping. “Sending Omega to a primary school could be beneficial for both her and us.”

Tech took the stunned silence of his brothers as a chance to scramble out of his booth and shove himself next to Hunter. “Not only could a proper education lead to better opportunities for Omega in her future, but she could also gain social awareness from exposure to other adolescents.”

“Wish you’d gotten more of that.” Hunter muttered.

Tech adjusted his goggles, “The Kaminoans kept all of us separate from the regs in our early stages. It is hardly my fault my exceptional mind progressed at a rate faster than yours. I may have skipped past some social development, but we can all agree I’m better off for it.”

“Our point is,” Echo spoke up, “it could be better for Omega to be around other kids her age and learn from someone who is actually qualified to teach. We’re soldiers. We don’t know the first thing about teaching anything other than military strategy and maybe some basic math.”

Hunter sighed, “I get that, I do, but we can’t protect her there. What if she gets into some kind of trouble and we’re not there to help her?”

“What kind of trouble will she get into at school?” Echo argued, “Those kids are supervised, school isn’t a dangerous place.”

“Actually, there are significant statistics that indicate that violence in schools is more common than we would all like to think. It’s more likely to occur in larger cities on more populated planets, but Ord Mantell does not have a reputation as the safest location. In fact, a large movement has started in Coruscant protesting the lack of restrictions on–” Tech grunted when Echo kicked him under the table.

“Look,” Hunter relented, “I would love for Omega to have more friends her age, but it’s just not possible.”

“That’s not fair!” Wrecker’s booming voice made everyone jump. Somehow, the mountain of a man had snuck up on the group. “Omega deserves to have more friends. And she’s super smart! She’d love school! Aren’t we supposed to be giving her a normal life? You’re raising her like a Kaminoan!”

…

Somehow, Wrecker knew just what to say to make Hunter hurt. As much as he wanted to unkindly tell their brothers where they could stick their advice on his parenting style, his self-doubt combined with his resentment towards his own unfair upbringing caused his stubborn nature to crumble. Now, he stood next to Omega at her parent-teacher conference, trying to combat her contagious smile.

“Alright,” Hunter looked away to hide the grin that wanted to break on his face, “which one’s your classroom?”

Omega knew she had won. She grabbed her brother’s hand and all but ran to a classroom all the way at the end of the hall. The bulletin board outside the door was decorated to look like the inside of a generic classroom. A cartoonish cookie stood by the chalkboard and more, smaller cookies that had clearly been made by the students were scattered in the center. The top of the board read, “Come see how smart your cookies are!” Hunter smiled as he saw the googly-eyed cookie that had Omega’s name on it. It was a bit messy, but he thought it was the most perfect looking cookie in the galaxy.

Before Omega could knock on the door, it opened and a little Zabrak boy came out followed by his parents. “Alright Mr. and Mrs. Vint, thank you so much for coming. Your son has been such a pleasure to have in class. I’ll see you on Monday, Pev, have a nice weekend!”

Whatever response the family had, Hunter didn’t hear it. He was busy looking at what must’ve been the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Omega’s teacher stood in perfect poise, a small, patient smile on her lips. Her eyes were bright and full of energy and kindness. Hunter swore that the longer he looked into them he had more and more hope for the galaxy. Maybe if eyes that looked like that existed, there was good after all.

“Mr. Fett?” A voice broke Hunter’s trance. Blinking, he noticed that the smile on her face had slipped slightly in concern. How long had she been talking?

“I’m so sorry,” Hunter stammered, “what were you saying?”

Omega snorted, but her teacher just giggled. It was adorable, and it took all of Hunter’s discipline to pay attention to the words that came out of her gorgeous mouth, “I said it’s nice to finally meet you. Omega talks about her brothers all the time, but I think I hear of you most often.”

Slightly touched, Hunter glanced down at Omega. She met his soft gaze with a shrug and a weirdly mischievous grin. She was up to something. Immediately, the soft fuzzy feeling was replaced by suspicion, but before he could do more than narrow his eyes at his sister, the goddess of a woman spoke up again.

“Should we go in? I’m sure you’d love to see Omega’s progress.”

…

In your, admittedly not very long, teaching career, you have never experienced a parent-teacher conference quite like the first one that you had with Mr. Fett and Omega. He paid an almost scary amount of attention to every word you spoke and every move you made while Omega bounced her gaze between the two of you like she was watching a very intense dejarik match. However, you were a professional, so you took it in stride. Omega was an amazing student, always respectful and responsible so you didn’t have to worry about having any awkward conversations with parents who were convinced their “perfect angel” couldn’t possibly have hit that little girl with a textbook. He did, by the way, not that they believed you.

The only time you were able to break the weird tension away from whatever was going on with the Fett family was when you brought up Omega’s project. She had been practically vibrating in her chair as you started talking about it, and when you asked her to grab it from her desk, she shot out of her seat like a blaster charge. Before you or Mr. Fett could caution her from literally sprinting in the classroom, she tripped over the leg of a chair, falling hard to the ground.

“Omega!” Mr. Fett was out of his chair just as fast as her. You rushed just behind him, kneeling by Omega who was clutching at her knee.

“I’m sorry!” Omega sniffled, tears in her eyes, “I shouldn’t have run.”

Mr. Fett blinked, slightly shocked, but you cut in before he could say anything.

“It’s not your fault, Omega.” You soothed the girl, “It’s Mr. Chair’s fault. Between you and me, Mr. Chair is a bitter old man, he trips me almost once a week!”

Omega giggled through the tears that built in her eyes, “Really?”

“Really.” You nodded sagely before fixing your attention to her knee, “Let’s take a look at that.”

You coaxed her into showing you her badly scraped and bleeding knee. “Stars, Mr. Chair, look what you did to Omega!” You glared at the chair, then gasped dramatically, “How dare you say that! Apologize right now!” Smiling sheepishly at Omega, as if you were embarrassed for the chair, you whispered, “He said sorry.”

“That’s okay, Mr. Chair, I’m sure it was an accident.” Omega was a smart kid, so it meant the world to you that she played along with your ridiculous fantasy.

Mr. Fett finally spoke up, “That looks pretty nasty, kid, maybe we should go get it checked out.” When his eyes moved from Omega to you, your mouth suddenly went dry and your brain decided to cease functioning. His eyes were full of intense passion and care, for Omega you assumed, and despite his hard demeanor, you could see his gaze soften. It took an embarrassing amount of time to realize he was hinting at their departure from the conference, and by extension, you.

“Oh, right.” You stammered, trying desperately to regain your professionalism after ogling at Omega’s brother, “I think the nurse has left by now, but maybe I could call her and see if she’s not too far? Wait no, that’s not fair for her, I could probably track down a janitor to open the office. I think Ward is still here, he owes me a favor. If not, I’m pretty handy with a hairpin, the lock can’t be that hard to pick, right? I should not have said that!”

Mr. Fett chuckled and even more of your brain activity packed up its bags to leave the scene. “That’s alright, you couldn’t possibly be the worst influence on her life.”

You laughed. Way too loud. “I need to keep bandages in here.” You blurted again, unable to stop this trainwreck of an interaction.

“For when Mr. Chair is mean again.” He joked. The weird tension was back. Mr. Fett kept your gaze under lock and key and Omega, while still clearly in pain, looked like a kid on Life Day.

This time, he broke it, glancing down at Omega awkwardly. “We should probably get you to Tech so he can bandage that.”

“Yes!” You rushed to the door, opening it for them. “Not that I want you to leave, but that’s probably for the best. Because of Omega’s knee, not because I don’t like you or anything. Not that I don’t like you! Omega’s great and I’m sure you are too–”

“We understand.” Mr. Fett saved you from yourself with a smirk, before leaving out the door. Omega sent you one last big grin as she passed you.

You sighed against the doorway, watching the two figures walk down the hallway until they turned the corner and left your field of vision. Breaking out of your trance, you noticed Mrs. Tenfrir raising a judging eyebrow at you. Your face burned as you quickly retreated into the safety of your classroom. The whole PTA was going to hear about this now.

Three weeks after the eventful parent-teacher conference night, you stood at the school gates greeting the children coming to school for the day. Frowning, you looked at your watch. It’s not like Omega to be late. Everyday, or at least everyday for the past three weeks, Omega arrives at school exactly 15 minutes before the day starts. Everyday, or at least everyday for the past three weeks, she gives you a slightly mischievous smile as she runs past you into the building. Everyday, or at least everyday for the past three weeks, you look up to see the oldest Mr. Fett already staring at you before catching himself and walking back in the direction he came from. He thought he hid his blush, but you could always see it. It was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, to see that Omega’s oldest brother had started bringing her to school. In the past, it had always been either Tech or Echo, both of which would always greet you warmly. However, their brother seemed to be content to admire you from a distance.

You weren’t stupid. As a younger teacher, there were plenty of single parents who flirted with you or, on some occasions, even boldly asked you out, but you always maintained a professional relationship with them. Yet, something was different about Mr. Fett. Maybe it was his dark and broody persona or the softness that he tried and failed to keep from showing through said persona, but you felt yourself looking forward to catching a glimpse of him every morning, exactly 15 minutes before the day started.

…

“Omega, we need to get going, you’re going to be late.” Hunter reminded his younger sister for the fifth time this morning.

Omega didn’t even pull her head out of the bush she was buried in, “I know, but I promise, this is the last one. Aha!”

Triumphantly, she held up a flower she had just wrestled from the ground, adding it to the growing bouquet in her other hand. Although it significantly slowed them down, Hunter found her determination to choose only “the most perfectly perfect-looking flowers for this mission” endearing.

“The only mission you should be focusing on is getting to school on time.” Hunter scolded, “If you’re late, you’re explaining yourself to your teacher.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to explain to her?” Omega teased, “Instead of just staring at her like normal?”

Hunter almost tripped over a rock. “I do not stare.”

“Do too.” Omega chided.

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“I’m watching to make sure you get in alright.” Hunter tried to maintain his dignity, but it was hard when he was arguing with a 13-year-old. Looking ahead, he was relieved to see that they were approaching the school gates.

Omega looked like she was going to continue arguing, but she cut herself off when she noticed you standing at the gates looking almost worried. Omega ran off, and upon seeing her, you smiled wide and called out. You were really pretty when you smiled. You were always pretty, in Hunter’s opinion, but whenever you smiled or laughed or joked with Omega, Hunter felt his heart skip several beats. He watched as Omega held out the flowers to you, presenting them in such a grand way, but then she whispered something in your ear and your eyebrows shot up. You looked at Hunter, a small blush spreading across your face as you took them, and Hunter felt his stomach drop. Sending Omega one last smile, you ushered her inside before approaching Hunter.

“Good morning, Mr. Fett,” you greeted him politely, “Thank you for the flowers.”

Hunter opened his eloquent mouth, “What?”

You giggled, raising an eyebrow, “Omega tells me that you picked these flowers for me?”

“Um, yes,” Hunter stammered, Omega’s antics finally making sense, “They just looked so beautiful, and so do you today, I mean, you look good most days–all days! You look nice all days, but today I just happened to be walking past all these flowers and I decided to get them… for you?”

“Well, thank you, again.” You started to turn away.

Don’t let her go! Hunter’s mind screamed at him. A voice blurted, “Would you want to get dinner sometime?” It took Hunter a second to realize that the voice was his own.

You froze, “Dinner?”

Hunter’s heart was pounding, “Yes.”

“With you?”

“Yes.”

“And no one else?”

“Yes.”

“Like a date?”

Hunter paused. He was too far deep now. If you hated him after this, he could always let his brothers handle all of Omega’s school events again. They’d probably be better at it anyways. “Yes?”

Silence fell between you both. Hunter’s eyes never left yours, but yours shifted around. He watched you ponder every angle of the decision you were about to make and, what felt like an eternity later, you locked your eyes back on his. “Yes.”

Hunter was sure he was dreaming. “Yes?”

“Yes.” You nodded, completely certain in your choice, “Does tomorrow night work? You could pick me up here around 6?”

“Yes.”

“Can you say anything other than ‘yes’?”

“Yes.” Hunter answered before he could think about it.

You laughed, “Well, I’ll see you then, Mr. Fett.”

“Please, call me Hunter.” He had meant to make it sound like a request, but it came out in a desperate beg.

“I have to go do my job, Hunter.” You teasingly chided and began to back away again, maintaining eye contact as long as you could. His name rolled off of your tongue like it was always meant to. Hunter never saw any particular beauty in his name, but the way it sounded coming from you made it seem like the most poetic word to be created.

For the next day and a half, Hunter was a mess. He tripped and fell down the ramp of the Marauder, he accidentally put salt in his coffee instead of sugar, he even mistook Gonky for a trash bin at some point. However, he wasn’t the only one acting odd. He caught Echo smirking to himself on more than one occasion. Tech kept bouncing between whispering to Omega and whispering to Cid, and Wrecker was being entirely too quiet.But none of that was on Hunter’s mind when he found himself sitting across from you at a restaurant. It was smaller, nice and quiet. He had heard Cid talking to AZI about it the other night, and it just turned out to be the perfect setting for this date.

“You clean up very nicely.” You broke the semi-awkward silence that had fallen since the two of you had been seated.

Hunter thought about how he had spent the better half of the day in the refresher preparing himself mentally and physically to meet you. He decided not to mention that. “You do too. I didn’t think you could have looked even more stunning, but I was wrong.” He practiced that line for almost 15 minutes.

You looked down at the table to hide your blush. Hunter could still see it, but he thought the gesture was cute. “Oh!” You snapped your head, eyes bright, “I almost forgot. I brought Omega’s project.”

“The one from the conference?” Hunter watched you root around in your bag until you pulled out a rolled up sheet of flimsy that looked like multiple smaller sheets hastily glued together.

“Yeah,” You started to unroll it, “The assignment was to make a family tree. Most kids just put mom, dad, brother, sister, maybe a tooka if they had one, but Omega was very determined to put every single one of her brothers.”

The paper was a mess. The family tree was less tree than it was a very, very long line, but it was filled, in Omega’s messy handwriting, of clone names. He saw Rex, Gregor, Cut and his family, and even some clones that she had only ever heard of like Fives, Wolffe, Waxer and Boil. There were even clones that Hunter had never met. And right in the middle, written the biggest, were five names: Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Crosshair. Hunter felt a lump begin to form in his throat. Omega had never known the Crosshair that the rest of them did. She only ever knew the man who ruthlessly chased them across the galaxy, trying to kill them, but she still thought of him as a brother. Enough to write his name on a family tree for a school assignment that would one day get lost, thrown away, or left behind. It was something so simple and insignificant, and it was going to make Hunter cry.

“She gave up her recess for three days straight to finish this project.” You spoke barely louder than a whisper. “I wanted to make sure you saw it since you couldn’t at the conference.”

Memories of the conference flooded Hunter’s mind. Admittedly, he hadn’t listened to what you were saying all that much, having been too focused on making sure he wasn’t actively drooling over you, but he recalled the way you soothed Omega.

“You’re really good with her.” Hunter cleared his throat to himself, “Sometimes I feel so out of my depth. Like I’m making a million and one mistakes and I can’t stop myself, but you do everything right with her.”

You blushed, just now realizing how closely he had actually watched you interact with his sister. “She’s an amazing kid, kind and selfless. I don’t think you realize how good of a job you’re actually doing with her. She couldn’t have a better brother.”

“Don’t let my other brothers hear that.” Hunter joked, trying to deflect the praise, “I would never have been able to calm her down like you did at the conference.”

“My mom used to do that.” You looked down at your lap, “Like Omega, I tended to think that I was responsible for things that were out of my control, and that’s how she helped me get past that. I always thought it was the funniest thing ever. Sometimes, I would purposefully hurt myself on things just to hear her scold them. She definitely knew when I did it on purpose, but I think it makes it all the more special that she would indulge me.”

You were pulled out of your memories by the sensation of something brushing your hand. Looking up, you saw that his hand had traveled across the table, his pinky brushing yours silently asking for permission. You turned your hand up, interlocking his fingers with yours.

Hunter opened his mouth, almost having to force the words out, “Can I kiss you?”

Your throat closed up, so all you could do was give a shy nod. The Kaminoans used to say that it took a team to raise an army. Hunter always felt that saying was a load of bantha droppings. What did they know about raising people with real thoughts and feelings? Now he realized they were sort of right. It took a team to raise a person, but most importantly, it took the right team. Not a team of the smartest doctors, most celebrated engineers, and ruthless bounty hunters, but a team of people who truly loved each other and worked together for each other’s benefit. As he started to lean into you and you to him, Hunter realized that maybe he wasn’t the wrong person to be raising Omega. Maybe he just wasn’t the only right person. Maybe he needed his brothers, and just maybe, he needed you. Hunter’s lips met yours and nothing had ever felt more right for him. And nothing would ever feel right again without you by his side. …

Omega came sprinting into Cid’s parlor. It was late, the only occupants of the room being Cid, her brothers, and AZI. They all looked at her in anticipation, waiting for her to relay information gathered from her stealth operation.

Beaming, she revealed the Mantell Mix she had been hiding behind her back. “Mission accomplished.”

A stunned silence fell for a beat, everyone processing that their work had paid off. Then the room erupted into cheers.

This fic is a gift for @miseries-mistress as a part of @cloneficgiftexchange‘s... clone fic gift exchange... (that sentence went a lot better in my head). Your dialogue prompt just screamed Hunter to me. I headcanon that he'd fall in love with someone after seeing them interact with Omega or Omega would love them before he did. I'm super excited to be able to post this for you to read, and I really hope you like it!

It was a lot of fun to participate in this fic exchange and write this. I have been looking for an excuse to start writing for the longest time and this exchange was the perfect opportunity! I am in love with the idea of Omega in a primary or elementary school, I think she'd be the best student to have. I also love the idea of Omega matchmaking all of her brothers. So, with those two ideas in mind, this fic was born! What was meant to be 800 words of Hunter being absolutely smitten with his daughter figure's teacher turned into 4k+ words of character analysis on him and Omega. Whoops. I hope yall enjoyed it!

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Sterek Fic Recs PART7 <333

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(ps. this is a long post so buckle in)

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HBO Max New Releases: August 2021

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Back when WarnerMedia (which technically no longer exists in the same form) announced that it would be premiering its entire slate of 2021 films on HBO Max, this is the kind of month they likely had in mind. For HBO Max’s list of new releases in August 2021 is highlighted by an honest-to-goodness blockbuster.

The Suicide Squad is set to premiere Aug. 5 on HBO Max. This film featuring some of DC Comics’ most curious villains borrows its name, format, and many of its characters from the David Ayers-directed 2016 film Suicide Squad. This time around, the rogues gallery is directing by James Gunn (Guardians of the Galaxy) and his colorful disposition. In addition to The Suicide Squad, August sees the arrival of the Hugh Jackman-starring Reminiscence on Aug. 20.

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It’s a good month for movies overall on HBO Max. Many intriguing library titles arrive on Aug. 1, including Collateral, The Fugitive (1993), The Shawshank Redemption, and Spawn. The Jurassic Park trilogy (Aug. 14), and Godzilla v. Kong (Aug. 17) make their return to the Warner streaming service a little later on.

HBO Max’s original TV offerings can’t compete with The Suicide Squad in August 2021, but there is still plenty to enjoy. The third season of erstwhile DC Universe series Titans premieres on Aug. 12. That will be followed by the second season of former Comedy Central delight The Other Two.

HBO Max New Releases – August 2021

August 1 2 Days in the Valley, 1996 (HBO) 9/11: Fifteen Years Later, 2016 A Mighty Wind, 2003 (HBO) A Walk Among the Tombstones, 2014 (HBO) The Accidental Spy, 2002 (HBO) The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl, 2005 (HBO) Americano, 2017 (HBO) Anna to the Infinite Power, 1982 (HBO) Backtrack, 2016 (HBO) Basic Instinct, 1992 (HBO) Basic Instinct 2: Risk Addiction, 2006 (HBO) (Extended Version) Best in Show, 2000 (HBO) Betrayal at Attica, 2021 The Betrayed, 2008 (HBO) The Birdcage, 1996 (HBO) Black Death, 2010 (HBO) Blue Ruin, 2014 (HBO) Brown Sugar, 2002 (HBO) Changeling, 2008 (HBO) Chasing Mavericks, 2012 (HBO) Collateral, 2004 (HBO) Constantine, 2005 Deep Cover, 1992 (HBO) The Devil’s Double, 2011 (HBO) Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, 1988 (HBO) Dolphin Tale, 2011 (HBO) The Double, 2014 (HBO) Empire of the Sun, 1987 The End, 1978 (HBO) Envy, 2004 (HBO) Epic, 2013 (HBO) Extranjero (aka Foreigner), 2018 (HBO) For Your Consideration, 2006 (HBO) Freejack, 1992 (HBO) The Fugitive, 1993 Ghosts of Mississippi, 1996 The Great Gatsby, 1974 (HBO) The Great Gatsby, 2013 (HBO) Gun Shy, 2017 (HBO) Hangman, 2017 (HBO) Heaven Can Wait, 1978 (HBO) Hitchcock, 2012 (HBO) Horror of Dracula, 1958 How to Deal, 2003 (HBO) Hudson Hawk, 1991 Humpday, 2009 (HBO) Imperium, 2016 (HBO) Inception, 2010 Joe, 2014 (HBO) Johnny English Reborn, 2011 (HBO) Julia, 2009 (HBO) Last Action Hero, 1993 The Lincoln Lawyer, 2011 Malcolm X, 1992 Man Down, 2016 (HBO) The Man in the Iron Mask, 1998 (HBO) Mean Streets, 1973 Mr. Soul!, 2018 New in Town, 2009 (HBO) Nobody Walks, 2012 (HBO) Nurse 3D, 2013 (HBO) One Hour Photo, 2002 (HBO) The Out-of-Towners, 1999 (HBO) Popeye, 1980 (HBO) The Pope of Greenwich Village, 1984 (HBO) The Prince, 2014 (HBO) The Reader, 2008 (HBO) Red, 2008 (HBO) Red Riding Hood, 2011 Requiem for a Dream, 2000 Scary Movie, 2000 The Score, 2001 (HBO) Sex and the City, 2008 Sex and the City 2, 2010 The Shawshank Redemption, 1994 Spawn, 1997 The Spirit, 2008 (HBO) The Square, 2017 (HBO) Stand and Deliver, 1988 (HBO) Tango & Cash, 1989 Teen Titans: Trouble in Tokyo, 2006 Thirteen Ghosts, 2001 Vice, 2015 (HBO) War, 2007 (HBO) Woodstock (Director’s Cut), 1994 You’ve Got Mail, 1998

August 2 Small Town News: KPVM Pahrump, Documentary Series Finale (HBO)

August 3 Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman, 1993 Obama: In Pursuit of a More Perfect Union, Documentary Premiere (HBO)

August 5 Furry Friends Forever: Elmo Gets A Puppy, Max Original Special Premiere The Suicide Squad, Warner Bros. Film Premiere, 2021 (Available in 4K UHD, HDR10, Dolby Vision and Dolby Atmos in English Only on supported devices)

August 6 Sin Aliento (aka Breathless), 2020 (HBO)

August 7 All My Life, 2020 (HBO)

August 8 A Different World

August 10 Hard Knocks ’21: Dallas Cowboys, Sports-Based Reality Series Premiere (HBO)

August 12 FBOY Island, Max Original Season Finale The Hype, Max Original Series Premiere Titans, Max Original Season 3 Premiere

August 14 Jurassic Park, 1993 (HBO) Jurassic Park III, 2001 (HBO) The Lost World: Jurassic Park, 1997 (HBO)

August 15 The White Lotus, Limited Series Finale (HBO)

August 16 Hard, Season 3 Premiere (HBO) Top Gear, Season 29

August 17 Godzilla vs. Kong, 2021 (HBO) (Available in 4K UHD, HDR10, Dolby Vision and Dolby Atmos in English Only on supported devices)

August 19 Eyes on the Prize: Hallowed Ground, Max Original Documentary Special Premiere Looney Tunes Cartoons Back to School Special, Max Original Special Premiere Marlon Wayans: You Know What It Is, Max Original Special Premiere Sweet Life: Los Angeles, Max Original Series Premiere

August 20 Half Brothers, 2020 (HBO) Reefa, 2021 (HBO) Reminiscence, Warner Bros. Film Premiere, 2021 (Available in 4K UHD, HDR10, Dolby Vision and Dolby Atmos in English Only on supported devices)

August 22 100 Foot Wave, Documentary Series Finale (HBO) San Andreas, 2015

August 24 Real Sports with Bryant Gumbel (HBO) Stanley Tucci: Searching for Italy, 2021

August 25 Lincoln: Divided We Stand, 2021

August 26 The Other Two, Max Original Season 2 Premiere

August 28 Magic Mike XXL, 2015 (HBO)

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Leaving HBO Max – August 2021  

August 5 The Windsors: Inside the Royal Dynasty, 2019

August 11 A Mermaid’s Tale, 2017 Against the Wild 2: Survive the Serengeti, 2016 Against The Wild, 2014 Alpha & Omega 5: Family Vacation, 2015 Alpha & Omega: Dino Digs, 2016 Blue Valentine, 2010 Earth Girls Are Easy, 1989 The Escape Artist, 1982 Hecho En Mexico, 2012 Jennifer Lopez Dance Again, 2016 La Mujer de Mi Hermano, 2005 Leapfrog Letter Factory Adventures: Amazing Word Explorers, 2015 Leapfrog Letter Factory Adventures: Counting on Lemonade, 2014 Leapfrog Letter Factory Adventures: The Letter Machine Rescue Team, 2014 Love and Sex, 2000 Mistress, 1992 Mother’s Day, 2012 Tender Mercies, 1983 The Men Who Stare at Goats, 2009 Turtle Tale, 2018

August 14 Leapfrog: Numberland, 2012 Teen Titans Go! vs. Teen Titans, 2019

August 15 Joker, 2019 (HBO) Space Jam: A New Legacy, 2021

August 27 Dead Silence, 2007 (HBO) White Noise, 2005 (HBO)

August 29 Assault on Precinct 13, 2005 (HBO)

August 30 Serendipity, 2001

August 31 54: The Director’s Cut, 1998 (HBO) 40 Days and 40 Nights, 2002, (HBO) A Cinderella Story, 2004 A Cinderella Story: If The Shoe Fits, 2016 A Cinderella Story: Once Upon A Song, 2011 Alpha and Omega: The Great Wolf Games, 2014 (HBO) The American President, 1995 Another Cinderella Story, 2008 Astro Boy, 2009 (HBO) August Rush, 2007 Babe, 1995 (HBO) Babe: Pig in the City, 1998 (HBO) The Barkleys of Broadway, 1949 Barnyard, 2006 (HBO) Barry Lyndon, 1975 Battle for Terra, 2009 (HBO) The Bay, 2012 (HBO) Be Cool, 2005 (HBO) Beverly Hills Cop, 1984 (HBO) Beverly Hills Cop II, 1987 (HBO) Beverly Hills Cop III, 1994 (HBO) Beyond the Sea, 2004 (HBO) Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey, 1991 (HBO) Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure, 1989 (HBO) Billy Elliot, 2000 (HBO) Black Hawk Down, 2001 Blade, 1998 Blade Runner: The Final Cut, 2007 Blow, 2001 The Bonfire of the Vanities, 1990 Bright Young Things, 2004 (HBO) Butter, 2012 (HBO) Cannery Row, 1982 Capricorn One, 1978 (HBO) Carefree, 1938 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, 2005 City of God, 2003 (HBO) City Slickers, 1991 (HBO) City Slickers II: The Legend of Curly’s Gold, 1994 Clifford, 1994 (HBO) Closer, 2004 Code 46, 2004 (HBO) Cold Creek Manor, 2003 (HBO) Cold Mountain, 2003 Countdown, 1968 The Crow, 1994 (HBO) The Crow: City of Angels, 1996 (HBO) The Crow: Wicked Prayer, 2006 (HBO) Daddy Day Care, 2003 Dave, 1993 The Dirty Dozen, 1967 Dream House, 2011 (HBO) Eight Legged Freaks, 2002 El Chata (aka The Sparring Partner), 2019 (HBO) Freddy vs. Jason, 2003 Free Willy, 1993 Free Willy: The Adventure Home, 1995 Free Willy: Escape from Pirate’s Cove, 2010 Free Willy 3: The Great Rescue, 1997 Frequency, 2000 Get Shorty, 1995 (HBO) Gone, 2012 (HBO) The Hard Way, 1991 (HBO) Harry and the Hendersons, 1987 (HBO) Heidi, 2005 The High Note, 2020 (HBO) The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, 2012 Home Alone 4, 2002 (HBO) Home Alone: The Holiday Heist, 2012 (HBO) Hudson Hawk, 1991 The Hundred-Foot Journey, 2014 (HBO) Innerspace, 1987 Inside Moves, 1980 (HBO) The Interview, 2014 Jack The Giant Slayer, 2013 Jackie Brown, 1997 Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer, 2011 (HBO) The Last Exorcism, 2012 (Extended Version) (HBO) Lay the Favorite, 2012 (HBO) Let’s Go to Prison, 2006 (HBO) Life is Beautiful, 1998 (HBO) Live by Night, 2016 (HBO) Logan’s Run, 1976 Lolita, 1962 Look Who’s Talking, 1989 Malice, 1993 (HBO) Man on a Ledge, 2012 (HBO) Menace II Society, 1993 Miss Congeniality, 2000 Miss Congeniality 2: Armed and Fabulous, 2005 Monkey Trouble, 1994 Mr. Nanny, 1993 National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, 1989 National Lampoon’s European Vacation, 1985 National Lampoon’s Vacation, 1983 No Eres Tu Soy Yo, 2011 Ocean’s 11, 1960 The Omega Man, 1971 On Golden Pond, 1981 (HBO) On Moonlight Bay, 1951 Osmosis Jones, 2001 Our Brand Is Crisis, 2015 (HBO) Over the Hedge, 2006 (HBO) Parental Guidance, 2012 (HBO) Pathfinder, 2007 (Director’s Cut) (HBO) The People vs. Larry Flynt, 1996 Pinocchio, 2012 Point Blank, 1967 Popstar, 2005 Prometheus, 2012 (HBO) PT 109, 1963 Replicas, 2019 (HBO) Running on Empty, 1988 Ruta Viva, 2018 (HBO) Saw, 2004 (Extended Version) (HBO) Saw II, 2005 (Director’s Cut) (HBO) Saw III, 2006 (Director’s Cut) (HBO) Saw IV, 2007 (Director’s Cut) (HBO) Saw V, 2008 (Director’s Cut) (HBO) Saw VI, (Director’s Cut) (HBO) Saw: The Final Chapter, 2010 (Director’s Cut) (HBO) Shall We Dance, 1937 Sherlock Holmes, 2009 Sinbad: Beyond the Veils of Mist, 2000 (HBO) Sling Blade, 1996 (HBO) Some Came Running, 1958 South Central, 1992 Spies Like Us, 1985 Spooky Buddies, 2011 (HBO) Steel, 1997 Still of the Night, 1982 (HBO) Striptease, 1996 Stuart Little, 1999 Stuart Little 2, 2002 The Stunt Man, 1979 (HBO) Summer Catch, 2001 Sweet November, 2001 Swimfan, 2002 (HBO) The Tank, 2017 (HBO) This Must Be The Place, 2012 (HBO) Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride, 2005 The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, 1948 Turbo: A Power Rangers Movie, 1997 (HBO) Twister, 1996 Un 4to de Josue, 2018 (HBO) Unforgettable, 2017 (HBO) Unlocking the Cage, 2017 (HBO) Vegas Vacation, 1997 Wanderlust, 2012 (HBO) Wedding Crashers, 2005 Within, 2016 (HBO) Wolves at the Door, 2017 (HBO) The Year of Living Dangerously, 1983

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[tuanhood]

gamma

pairing: christian frat!park jinyoung x sorority!reader

genre: lil angst at the beginning and a LOT of fluff at the end

warnings: some language, also a bit of slut shaming/yugyeom kind of being terrible :( i’m sorry! 

word count: 8,900+

summary: you’ve always thought the christian frat on campus was judgmental towards you and your friends in greek life, but when you somehow find yourself at their “water on the row” event, you realize there’s one alpha gamma omega boy that may just change your mind.

a/n: hello guys! so I just want to do a disclaimer in case and say that i don’t think christianity or all christian organizations/entities are judgmental or act like this. this is purely for narrative purposes and based on one conversation i heard once! so please take with a grain of salt as you read! also for my smut lovers all three of the next parts will include smut! this takes place inside the same universe as lambda so enjoy! :) please let me know what you guys think! even if it’s in the tags!! 

lambda | alpha | delta | kappa | theta | sigma

“Okay so spill, did you kiss him or WHAT?” your friend Katie slurred as you both stumbled back and forth on the sidewalk. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep walking back home, you were starting to enter the phase of drunk where you just wanted to sit down for a while and drift to sleep. 

“Who do you think I am?” You asked her in fake shock, “of course I did.” 

At your words, you had to stop her from falling down to the ground at how hard she was laughing and squealing, “I knew it! I knew it!” 

The two of you had spent the last few hours at a local club in town. It was certainly a risky bet by going there considering most of its customers were people you probably knew or someone you’d at the very least share a mutual friend with. But you go to frat parties with guys we know, many of the sisters in your sorority pointed out. Which was very true, but for some reason it felt different hooking up with a frat guy you knew at his house versus hooking up with him in town at the local bar. You wanted to lead separate lives. 

You laughed along with her and attempted to ultimately calm her down so you could keep walking back towards the house. It was a little early to already be heading back on a Friday night, but the two of you had drank a lot in a short amount of time, already going through the mode of intoxication between drunk and sleepy.

“I’m starving,” Katie suddenly mumbled, taking ahold of her stomach and stopping in her tracks, pulling you back towards her, “I need something to eat.” Despite your overly intoxicated state, you were still coherent enough to be annoyed at your friend’s sudden whining, “we’re already close to the row, I’m not going back into town.” 

She pouted and you could tell by the methodical look on her face that she was calculating in her mind some sort of plan. Suddenly she snapped her fingers together – or at least tried to considering the alcohol she had consumed earlier – and pointed at you. 

“Water on the row!” 

Immediately you began to shake your head at her idea. You didn’t care how hungry she was, there was no way you were making a stop at the AGO house.

Water on the row was an event or “thing” put on by the brothers at Alpha Gamma Omega – the Christian centered frat. Every Friday night some of the members would pass out pancakes and water to drunk people that were coming home from their night out or even still in the middle of it. 

The boys from Alpha Gamma Omega had always been… disconnected from the rest of the fraternities and sororities on Greek row. Which was why they started “Water on the Row.” So it would give them more opportunities to interact with other orgs but still keep up their “alcohol-free” house lifestyle. 

In theory it was a nice thing to do, but you had your own personal vendetta against AGO. You had no issue with their beliefs, religion or what their frat stood for in general, but many of the interactions you and others you knew had with their members were not positive. They tended to look down on other fraternities and sororities due to their “lifestyles” which didn’t exactly make them the most popular on the row. However, when most people were drunk out of their minds, hungry and dehydrated they would willingly take all the pancakes and water they could. 

You scoffed, “I don’t want anything from those judgmental Jesus lovers.” Even the thought of passing by them as they handed out their pancakes and water thinking they were saints made your skin crawl. 

“Are you really still upset about that guy from recruitment in the plaza? That was like over a year ago.” 

“It doesn’t matter how long ago it was, it’s still annoying and hurtful to me.”

Often times words didn’t really get to you. Being in Greek life and involved in all aspects of it you were used to catty and hurtful things being said or thrown around, but roughly a year ago you had let your guard slip down. 

It had been a warm September day and you had been assigned to run the table for your sorority that day in an effort to get underclassmen – primarily freshmen – to sign up to rush to be in the Fall pledge class. You had already been in a bad mood since when you showed up to your school’s plaza to be assigned a spot to set up, the student union had decided to give you a location that was not highly desirable. You were squashed in between one of the medical professional sororities and the Christian fraternity Alpha Gamma Omega.

Compared to the other sororities you were getting less prospective members coming over to your table. When many glanced over in your direction, they would see who you were stuck next to and automatically assume you weren’t a top tier sorority on campus. It irked you. Roughly an hour and a half into tabling and recruitment, your friend Mark from Lambda Chi Alpha had come to visit you. 

“Not a great day, huh?” 

You had scoffed and looked up at him from your seat, “I’m pretty sure Ben from student union has it out for me because I wouldn’t sleep with him.” 

Mark had thrown his head back and laughed, grabbing the boy at the Alpha Gamma Omega table’s attention. 

“You know next time you just have to let me know and I’ll set you up really well. I’m pretty sure Jennifer from student union wants to sleep with me so I could put in a word for you.” 

Your eyebrows had furrowed in confusion, “don’t you have a girlfriend?” 

“Yes! And I’ve told Jennifer that six times!” 

Then it was your turn to laugh, “guess she’s committed to waiting around. Can’t say the same about Ben though. Said no to him once and now I’m stuck back here in the shadows.” 

Mark had frowned, “if I see any girls come my way while I’m up there, I’ll be sure to tell them to come back here. Don’t worry.” 

“Thanks Mark, you’re the best.” 

Mark had always been like a big brother to you. You had met him very early on at a party where weirdly enough you had tried to hit on him. Looking back it was embarrassing considering the fact at how now you could never see dating him. He was a year older and always looked out for you in the hectic system that was Greek life. 

He leaned forward to rub your shoulder comfortingly, “any time sis.” As you had watched him walk away back to his table in a prime location, you sighed hoping that he would keep up his promise of sending girls to your corner of the plaza. 

“Slut.” 

At first you had thought it was some kind of mirage or hallucination as the temperature was arriving at heatwave level, but as you whipped your head to the Alpha Gamma Omega table you were met with almost venomous eyes staring you down. You looked at him with mouth agape, unsure of how to answer his completely incorrect and uncalled for assessment of you. 

“Excuse me?” You had been able to muster through a somewhat shaky tone.

The boy in AGO letters suddenly looked at you cluelessly, “what?” 

You blinked a few times to wonder if you had indeed imagined being called a slut, but you realized that you hadn’t come out here in hot weather on a Tuesday afternoon to be gaslit. 

“You just called me a slut and I’d like a fucking apology.” 

The boy looked taken aback, as if he hadn’t intended on you saying anything or confronting him. His eyes remained blank, but for a moment you can catch a flicker of acknowledgment behind them – he had known exactly what you were talking about. “Sorry, but I think you must have misheard. I would never say that.” 

“Uh like hell I misheard you. I know what you said and I want you to apologize.”

He leaned back in his chair and looked around, surveying if anyone had been paying attention to the spat between you two. “I’m not apologizing for something that’s the truth,” he said under his breath. Despite the attempt for you not to hear him, the look on his face was loud enough for you to detect his answer. 

Ever since that day you looked at AGO differently and tried your best to avoid everything and anything that had to do with them. 

With the current conversation, you could feel yourself sobering up and suddenly realized that you didn’t want to. If Katie was going to make you go over to Alpha Gamma Omega, you were going to give them what they wanted which was an intoxicated hoe. 

“Do you have anything left in the flask?” 

Your friend looked at you surprised, “I think so. You want more?” She pulled the silver flask out from inside her coat and shook it to see what was left. Without a word you grabbed it from her and poured all of the liquid into your mouth. The burn in your throat was just what you need to get through this. 

“AGO house it is…” you mumbled, wiping the vodka that had dribbled onto your chin and grabbing Katie’s hand. She continued to thank you for being such a good friend all the way to Greek row and until you’re both standing in a line in front of Alpha Gamma Omega. 

At a glance at the lengthy line – full of people you recognized – you heard Katie whine beside you. Suddenly you felt that feeling you only got when you were drunk and feel the need to sober up because someone more wasted than you was in trouble. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You asked her. 

She turned to you with a scowl on her face, “I don’t want to stand in this line, I just want to go home… call Jaebeom over or something.” 

You shrugged your shoulders, “I mean you’re the one who wanted food. I’m fine with just going back,” you began but she immediately shook her head, “no I still want the pancakes. You can just bring them to me at the house once you get to the front of the line.” 

“What? Are you joking? I’m not standing in this line alone when you’re the one who wanted food.” 

As much as you loved the girls in your sorority especially Katie, you had to admit there was a huge difference between your friendships in the chapter versus your friends who were unaffiliated. For example, you were pretty sure your nonaffiliated friends wouldn’t leave you slightly intoxicated in line for pancakes from the Christian frat that once called you a slut to go home to hook up with her “are they, aren’t they” boyfriend. 

She shrugged, “I’m sorry Y/N… Just in one of those moods and you know Jaebeom is the only one who can bring me down.” 

You opened your mouth to protest, to call her out and tell her how annoying and infuriating she was being, but nothing came out. She took this as your approval and smiled brightly, leaning forward to kiss you on the cheek, “thank you! You’re the absolute best!! Just knock three times on my door when you get back to the house with the pancakes. Ya know just in case…” with a wink she’s gone down the street, pulling out her phone most likely to call Jaebeom. 

After about ten minutes in line, it occured to you that you could have just said no and gone with her, but at that point you realized two important things. You were a pushover and you were already at the front of the line. 

“Here you go.” 

When you looked up at the guy, you felt yourself freeze. The man in front of you gave you a pleasant smile, his hand extended towards you with a plate of pancakes and a water bottle. He looked at you unemotionally, waiting for you to take it out of your hands, but you can’t. You couldn’t move. He was the most gorgeous man you had ever seen in probably your entire life. He looked like a prince or an actor. He looked like someone who deserved to be stared at and adored all day. You weren’t a photographer but you would become one just so you could take photos of him and open up an exhibit where everyone else could be exposed to his beauty. 

You were already calculating in your head who you knew with an art gallery connection. 

It was clear the man felt uneasy or at least from your point of view he did. He shuffled over to the side so the next person in line could be helped by one of the other AGO guys. “Are you okay?” 

With his concern, you suddenly remembered why you weren’t a fan of this frat. His questioning of whether or not you were okay probably wasn’t genuine or authentic. He most likely was thinking about it from a stand point that he’s the virtuous one who’s giving out food and water, while you’re the drunk one, therefore you must not be okay. 

Rolling your eyes, you moved to the side with him, “yeah I’m fine thanks.” 

It’s clear he’s thrown off by your tone and instead of ignoring it, handing you the pancakes and sending you on your way, he continued, “sorry… I just wanted to see if you were alright. You were kind of not moving for a while.” 

“And what? I have to move every second to make people think I’m okay? FYI just because you’re drunk doesn’t mean something’s wrong with you.” Your feisty attitude was a clear tell-tale that the vodka from the flask was hitting you.

The guy looked at you curiously. He had his fair share of interactions with drunk people on the Friday nights he did Water on the Row, but this felt different. It was almost as though what he had said you had taken as a threat or a personal attack and he wasn’t sure why. 

“I-I know that,” he stuttered a bit. Despite him standing over you and being much broader, he felt intimidated by your presence – but not necessarily in a negative way. 

“I am drunk okay and the only thing that’s difficult is dealing with you right now.” 

Even you were surprised at the words you were spitting out at him. You’ve had your cruel drunk moments, but you had never acted like this with a complete stranger before. 

This time he didn’t have a reaction for your words. Instead, he looked from you to the rest of the guys next to him and then back to you, “are you here with anyone?” 

You snorted, thinking about how Katie had just left you to fend for the two of you. 

“No.” 

Once again, he looked between you and the other guys. It made you shuffle in place of where you’re standing, feeling uncertain for the first time since you’d laid eyes on him. 

“Why don’t I walk you back to your house?” 

The first thought in your mind was that he was just offering to take you home as an AGO move to prove that he was a saint, better than any of the other countless frat guys that had been with you at the end of the night while you were drunk. It’s the softness of his eyes and the nervous biting of his bottom lip that made you realize he’s actually being genuine. You don’t know why, but you start to feel nervous, even after alcohol which usually makes you confrontation and confident. 

“I don’t typically go home with strangers so… I’ll need your identification.” 

He laughed at your formality and you almost feel your heart jump out of your chest when you see the crinkles that appear near his eyes when he smiles. You tried your best to push your feelings down when you realize it wouldn’t be so bad keep making him laugh. 

Playing along, he reached towards his back pocket to pull out his wallet. Surprisingly, he handed his driver’s license to you which you accepted willingly.

You get annoyed at first glance when you see how good he looks in the photo because you’ve truly never seen anyone look that good in an image meant for an ID of any kind. 

“Park Jinyoung,” you read off the license, and Jinyoung almost feels his own heart stop. Handing it back to him quickly you shrugged your shoulders in a nonchalant way, “I trust you.” 

“Wow is that all it takes these days?” You rolled your eyes to stop yourself from smiling at his joke, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, “I guess for little old intoxicated me on a Friday night it is. Now come on,” you waved your hand taking a step onto the pavement but he held a finger out to stop you. 

“Let me just let the guys know I’m going.” 

You almost want to laugh at him but you nodded instead. Usually the people you surrounded yourself with would just drift off and disappear, not bothering to let anyone know where they were going. You couldn’t understand if it was an AGO thing or if it was just a Jinyoung thing. You hoped it was just a Jinyoung thing. 

Taking a few steps further away from the AGO house, you watched as Jinyoung spoke to some of the members at the table passing out food and water to the line that hasn’t shrank in size. The guy he’s talking to looked at you and you gave a small wave; he didn’t return it but turned back to Jinyoung. The discussion between them seemed more heated than it should be, it immediately makes your mind go to the headspace of being judged. 

After a moment, Jinyoung reunited with you on the sidewalk and smiled, “all good to go,” gesturing, you go in front of him and lead the way. 

Being back on the sidewalk, you felt more of the physical effects of the alcohol. Every part of your body wants to start walking from side to side for some reason, but with every piece of strength you have, you forced yourself to walk forward. You really didn’t want this Jinyoung guy to think you were that much more of a mess. 

At first the two of you walked in silence, carrying your plate of pancakes in one hand and your water bottle in the other. You took a glance at the AGO boy at your side, wondering if he thought this whole thing was as ridiculous as you did.

“I like your shoes.” His comment catches you off guard. Somehow it made you even more skeptical of his motives. 

Calm down, he’s just trying to be nice.

“Thanks…” You wanted to leave it at just that and have the remainder of the time the two of you spend together be silent, but drunk you wanted to play games. Looking at how innocent he was, the clear fiddling of his hands in his hoodie’s pocket and the nervous clicking of his tongue set you off, “the guy I was with tonight didn’t really think so.” 

When you hear Jinyoung inhale strongly, you smiled. It was a clear signal of him being uncomfortable. You thought that now was where the real silence between you and Jinyoung could begin, but you were surprised to hear him urge you to continue on. 

“Oh… why not?” 

Even though you didn’t have sex with the guy from the club tonight – clearly – you felt like you would have to play it off that way to get the maximum reaction from this goody two shoes who probably had never even touched a girl before. When your eyes narrowed in on his arms through his sweatshirt, however, you realized that maybe that was an outlandish assumption. 

“Too much work for him to take them off.” 

It’s almost as though Jinyoung has to take a moment to calculate in his head what exactly you’re referring to. When he finally got it, you heard him kick rocks underneath his feet. For some reason this pleased you. 

“Ah I see. I guess it could be kind of…” he cleared his throat again, looking down at your shoes “complicated in those situations.” 

“Especially in the bathroom,” as soon as the words are out of your mouth you regretted them. So caught up in your fake antics of making Jinyoung uncomfortable, you didn’t even think about what you were saying. Sex in the bathroom? And you wanted to take your shoes off? Just doesn’t make sense.

You hoped Jinyoung didn’t think about it too much.

“So, you had a fun night?” He questioned. For some reason it made you stop in your tracks and begin to laugh. You almost dropped the pancakes completely. Jinyoung on the other hand looked at you as if you were crazy. He felt embarrassed, he knows that he’s probably not the coolest guy or the first choice to walk you home, but he certainly didn’t think he was the worst option, “did I say something wrong?” 

When you finally caught your breath, you looked at him and noticed how he’s begun to bite his lip again. Most of the frat guys you knew had this cocky attitude to them – you were friends with many of them of course – but they didn’t have whatever it was you were seeing in Jinyoung. From the outside he looked like someone who was so sure of themselves – one would with those looks – but you could see the insecurities or the naivety that laid behind his exterior. 

“No, you didn’t say anything wrong… To be honest I don’t even know why it’s that funny. I guess just typically when people drink on Friday nights, they have fun.” 

He nodded his head as if you had just explained a math equation and continued to follow you down the street, “Right… but not necessarily all the time. You know you can have just as good of a time without drinking.” 

You snorted, “please spare me any of your AGO lectures.” 

“I don’t intend on lecturing you. I’m just saying…” 

“You know it really pisses me off how you guys think you’re better than the rest of us. Why? Just because you’re a Christian frat? Just because you guys don’t drink or go to parties? Just because you guys spend your Fridays passing out breakfast to wasted kids? That doesn’t make you any better, just so you know.” He didn’t say anything and for a second you felt bad, as if you’d struck a nerve with him, but then you’re taken back to that moment in the plaza. He was probably like that guy. 

“I know it doesn’t make us any better. We just wanted to…” he paused, trying to find the right word, “help and be a better part of the community. We know what you guys think of us and we’re trying to change that. That’s all.” 

You bit the inside of your cheek, “That’s… understandable. Maybe you guys would be more connected if you didn’t ridicule us…” you snorted in the middle of your suggestion, “or maybe did a shot or two.” 

Jinyoung laughed and you continued to push the thought of wanting to make him laugh forever out of your head, “you know… I have had alcohol before. AGO just doesn’t do parties and stuff like that. It’s an alcohol-free house, but it doesn’t stop members from doing stuff outside of that.” 

“But most of you probably don’t.”

He sucked a breath in, you had gotten him there. Most of the guys didn’t bother with drinking, not even socially. “Well… yeah lots of the guys don’t, but some of them do.” 

“Like you?” 

“Like me,” he confirmed. 

You stopped again, this time to place your hands out and in front of Jinyoung, stopping him as well. “Okay, but have you ever even been drunk before?” 

Jinyoung pursed his lips. At first, he considers lying to you, but if he was already going to act out of character tonight, he wasn’t going to add lying to the list. “No…” 

You suddenly get an idea. The picture in your head is of you and Jinyoung – the Christian sweetheart you barely knew – sitting on the floor of your room giggling about how stupid Greek life reputations were. You would show him your favorite song they play at your favorite club and he could read you Bible verses or… something? You weren’t really sure if that’s what they did all day at the AGO house, but the bottom line was you would show him a piece of your world and he would show you his. 

“We can change that tonight. I have an entire bottle of Ciroc under my bed,” you have to stop your hand from grabbing his. 

His heart raced at your suggestion and he felt the two sides of him battle with one another. Ultimately, the AGO side won, “N-No… I don’t think that would be a good idea.” 

You pouted. Drunk you was truly insane. You led him to believe that you had sex with some stranger in a bathroom and now he probably thought you were trying to get him into bed as well. 

“Why not? I’m even offering you the good stuff. Not any of the watered-down shit.” He flinched at your cursing and it makes you annoyed and swoon all in one. 

Jinyoung couldn’t help but notice how painfully beautiful you looked under the glow of the dim street-lamps that lit the sidewalk. He swallowed thinking about how much he disagreed with his words, “I just really don’t think it’s a good idea.” 

You turned away from him to hide the embarrassment you felt. He probably thought you were suggesting a promiscuous evening, but you didn’t want that from him. For some reason you just felt a want to talk to him and pick his brain – he was a lot different than the typical Alpha Gamma Omega members and you wanted to know why. You wanted to know why he is the way he is. Apparently Jinyoung didn’t want that from you. 

Wordlessly, you continued your walk home and Jinyoung followed close behind feeling like an absolute jerk. Caught up in your thoughts, when you finally looked around at your surroundings, you realized you had arrived at your front door. 

“This is me.” Jinyoung looked up at the house, taking in the letters and once again nodding his head thoughtfully, “thanks for letting me walk you home.” 

You looked at him confused, “why are you thanking me?” 

Tightly smiling, Jinyoung feels his stomach flip. He’s never needed approval from someone, especially not someone he just met, but he feels like he wants to convince you he’s actually a good person. That he’s not pretending. It almost feels suffocating with how much he wants to prove himself. “I just liked walking you home.” 

“Even despite my rude and drunk behavior?” 

Jinyoung shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his AGO hoodie, “you don’t seem drunk anymore.” 

“Trust me… I am,” since Jinyoung clearly didn’t have an interest in speaking to you any further than this moment, you felt as though you could say whatever you wanted to him. You figured that the best thing to do was reveal his attraction level since he already thought you were trying to fuck him. 

“If I wasn’t drunk, I wouldn’t be thinking about how handsome you are,” Jinyoung looked down to hide his smile and you continued, “not just in a normal way but in a classic Hollywood kind of way… but I guess that happens with good Christian boys. For some reason they usually end up hot.” 

Again, those eye crinkles appeared as he started to laugh, his cheeks even going as far as turning a light pink color. It looked really good on him. 

“If you ever need me to set up a Tinder account for you, just let me know… I’m an expert, I’ve done all of my friends’ profiles. My success rate is a hundred percent,” your hand settled down on the door knob. The next obvious step was to turn it, but you just wanted to suck this moment dry and take as much as you could before you two went your separate ways. “Nah… not Tinder you’re a Bumble or Hinge guy for sure. I can still offer my services… I know how tough it must be living in a house of all boys all the time.”

“Thanks for… the compliment? And offer?” He questioned. He probably wasn’t used to the girls he was usually around commenting on his appearance or saying such things. It made you roll your eyes again, “yes I was complimenting you so just take it AGO.” 

Turning around, you went to unlock the front door and head inside. Jinyoung mindlessly watched you until it dawned on him that he missed something important. Your name. 

“Wait!” He called from behind you. It caused you to turn around, waiting. “You never told me your name.” He looked so cute, kicking his feet on the ground and biting his bottom lip again, patiently waiting for you to reveal yourself to him, but you can’t shake the feeling that’s bubbling up inside of you. Before you could stop yourself, you’re shaking your head at him, “let’s be honest… you’re not going to need it.” 

Jinyoung furrowed his eyebrows, confused by the rejection of just being told your name. With a final frown on your face, he watched you go inside and shut the door behind you. On his walk back to the AGO house all he could think about was that frown. 

“You can’t possibly still be thinking about that girl from Friday night,” Yugyeom snorted. 

Unfortunately, he very much was thinking about the girl from Friday night, even though he knew all the guys would ridicule him for it. The fact that this comes across as his first thought makes him wonder if you were right about them.

Just as Yugyeom finished his sentence, Jackson settled down at the table next to Jinyoung, already devouring his fries. 

“What girl?” Jackson asked both of them, a speck of fry coming from his mouth and onto the table when he speaks. It makes Jinyoung want to vomit. 

Almost annoyingly, Yugyeom turned to Jackson, “A girl Jinyoung met at ‘Water on the Row’.” The way he said it is almost venomous, as if he’s ultimately disgusted at the thought and mere situation. Jinyoung wanted to say something, to defend the girl - but he doesn’t even really know her. 

Jackson stopped chewing for a moment, thinking, “oh...” 

“Yeah,” Yugyeom paused, turning to glance back at Jinyoung, shooting daggers at him that practically tell him not to do anything stupid, “I know...” 

“Don’t you think you’re kind of being judgmental? And isn’t that kind of our whole thing? To not judge, but to serve others?” 

His outburst seemed to surprise his friends at the table, both of them looking at one another at Jinyoung’s out of character behavior. Usually he maintained composure and silence in conversations such as this and in the past, he’d definitely been the contributor to the judgements. But for some reason this particular conversation about this particular girl was rubbing him the wrong way. 

“I mean yeah… but Jinyoung, come on… you can’t be with a girl like that. The drinking, the partying and the sleeping around? It’s just kind of too much, don’t you think?” 

“Yugyeom, dude… you don’t know if she’s like that,” Jackson piped up, going back to eating his fries. 

“Let me repeat the fact that he met her at Water on the Row… so she’s exactly like that. She probably has like a Tinder or something too.” 

“What’s wrong with Tinder?” Both Jinyoung and Yugyeom look at Jackson who suddenly opened his mouth quickly to defend himself, “I mean I don’t have it or anything, but I’m just wondering what’s wrong.” 

“No one on there is looking for an actual committed relationship Jacks, it’s just people who want to hook up. Like most of the girls who show up on Friday nights.” 

Jinyoung wanted to agree with Yugyeom and put this all to bed. That would be the easiest thing for him, if he just concurred that the girl from Friday night was not right for him and the fact that she liked to drink and go out disqualified her from ever being someone he wants to get to know. However, he didn’t want to. For some reason, for once he wanted the complicated option. The option most of his friends in Alpha Omega wouldn’t agree with. 

You had no idea why your room was the “hangout” room in the house. Or at least it was for Katie and Jaebeom. One would think that they would want to be alone together, but instead they loved coming up to your room and laying on the floor whenever Jaebeom came over to the house. Usually people didn’t like having a third wheel intrude on time with their “significant” other – or whatever it was that these two were doing – but they loved being in your room. 

“I think we need to get Y/N a boyfriend…” Jaebeom said very suddenly, throwing down the magazine he was reading. Why he wanted to read your old Cosmos from freshman year? You had no clue. 

Katie squealed in delight, fascinated by this plan that had yet to be approved by you. However, knowing her she already had at least five guys in mind. “How about Ryan from Sigma Chi?” 

You let out a response to convey your disgust at the same time Jaebeom clenched his jaw. 

“He’s literally been with everyone,” you rolled your eyes, trying to focus on the work on your desk that you had diligently been doing before Jaebeom’s quest to end your single life. 

“Not to mention he’s a misogynist who displays sociopathic tendencies,” Jaebeom scowled, surprising you so much so that you turned around to face him. 

Katie looked at him with big eyes, as if she were about to jump him at any moment, “Babe, I didn’t know you knew words like that.” He shrugged in response, “Mark’s girlfriend teaches me well.” 

You smiled, “I like her more and more every day.” 

The room is filled with silence and you realized that they were both waiting for you to say something about Jaebeom’s overall statement of getting you a boyfriend. They wanted your feedback, your questions, comments and concerns – they wanted to play the role of matchmaker, that much was clear.

You shuffled uncomfortably in your seat, “I don’t need a boyfriend.” Jaebeom tried to reason with you, “okay but you want one.” 

Sometimes your friends really didn’t get you. You’d never been successful with commitment and long-term boyfriends in the past, why was it suddenly going to work out any differently just because Jaebeom and Katie were trying to set you up? 

“We’ll get you a really good one. Someone in Greek life, but someone loyal…” Katie paused to turn to Jaebeom, “who do you think the most loyal frat on campus is? Lambda?” 

He brought his hand underneath his chin and tapped it slowly, considering. “Hm… I mean Lambda is good, of course,” he smiled at the acknowledgement of his own frat, “but actually… I feel like the most responsible frat is AGO.” 

Katie immediately burst out into giggles, Jaebeom soon following. “Y/N could never be with an AGO. My accountant stepdad is more interesting than any of the guys over there. She would go crazy dating one of them. If any of them even talk to girls that is.” 

For some reason her words made your skin crawl. AGO was the subject of a lot of jokes on Greek row and in fact, you were used to being the one that made them, but for some reason you felt sick. You couldn’t help but think about Jinyoung. 

He was genuinely nice to you and although he had rejected your offer, he was a decent guy. Not feeding you any of his bullshit lectures that the AGO guys were known to give. He didn’t even really fight back with you when drunk you pretty much called him fake. 

Oh god you had lectured him. It felt like it was all coming back now. 

You had asked him to get drunk with you and invited him to your room. You had told him he was handsome. You had offered to make him a Tinder profile. 

“Y/N are you okay? You don’t look good…” Jaebeom pointed out, “we won’t get you a boyfriend if the thought of it makes you this sick.” 

Why did you care that you had drunkenly embarrassed yourself in front of Park Jinyoung? You barely knew the guy; you didn’t agree with most of his frat’s values and outlook on others in the Greek system. Hell, he was probably friends with the guy that called you a slut.

As if you had been stuck in a trance, you blinked and looked at the two friends sat in front of you. They look as though they’re about to admit you to the local hospital. 

Clearing your throat, “do you guys think that they have the same guys working at Water on the Row every Friday?” Katie squinted at you, “how are we supposed to know that? I mean… probably not.” You nodded and turned back to your desk in silence, staring at the schoolwork in front of you blankly. 

He probably wouldn’t be there. You probably didn’t need to go. It was probably a sign. 

A sign that you probably just… shouldn’t.

Another week rolled around and it soon became Friday again. 

Jinyoung wasn’t supposed to be on pancakes and water duty this week, but he had told Jackson he would take his shift. At first Jackson was reluctant to give it up after what the three of them had talked about when they went out for dinner, but when he looked at Jinyoung’s sad pleading face he knew he couldn’t say no.

He knew there wasn’t a guarantee that you would be returning to the house, but he figured that this would be his only opportunity to see you again. If Jinyoung had to spend another Friday night passing out pancakes and water to drunk people just for the small chance of you showing up, he’d take it. 

“Dude ya’ll are like the sober crew,” some guy from Lambda said grabbing the plate of pancakes from Jinyoung, the guy’s arm wrapped tightly around a girl who looked annoyed. 

“Come on Mark,” the girl groaned, dragging him out of line. 

They both stumbled down the steps and to the sidewalk, Jinyoung watching them go carefully. “I love you so much,” Mark told the girl. She threw her head back laughing, still trying to carry Mark’s weight, “I know you idiot. I love you too.” 

When they kiss, Jinyoung looked away not wanting to intrude on their moment. He felt a strange knot in his stomach as he thinks about the two. They both seemed wildly different, but you didn’t have to be an expert on love and romance to understand the affection and fondness that was between the two of them. 

Jinyoung’s mind quickly went to you, but he shoved it to the back of his thoughts when he reminds himself that he didn’t know anything about you. He had just met you. 

“Any luck?” Yugyeom asked, coming up on Jinyoung’s side to surprise him, “don’t act dumb… I know why you took Jackson’s shift tonight. I know why you’re here.” 

Jinyoung rolled his eyes, turning away from the boy and grabbing another water bottle to hand to the next person in line. He used this opportunity to scan the queue and see if you were in it – no luck. 

“Just be careful man… I mean knowing her type she’ll probably back, but just remember what I said.” The grasp of Jinyoung’s hand on the water bottle tightened with Yugyeom’s words and he felt like something inside of him was going to snap soon. He wasn’t sure what he had done or said to welcome unsolicited advice from those around him. The reason he joined Alpha Gamma Omega was to be a part of a likeminded community with similar beliefs to his own. Never did he anticipate whatever this was. 

“Girls like her… they’re sluts you know.” 

Jinyoung turned to Yugyeom and shoved the water bottle into his hands almost violently, “what did you say?” 

Yugyeom looked at him with wide eyes, as if not expecting this kind of reaction, “Jinyou-” 

“Save it,” He spat. 

Jinyoung didn’t want to be anywhere near Yugyeom or the AGO house. Maybe you were right when you alluded to him putting on a nice guy act. He probably had been for the last two years he was a part of the org – judging others, thinking he was better than others involved in Greek life, just because he was in a Christian frat. For some reason meeting you and having you question his “goodness” caused him to finally wake up from the fantasy of the person who he had thought he was all along. 

By the time Jinyoung reached the end of his self-loathing thoughts, he realized he had carried himself all the way over to your sorority house. He knew he probably shouldn’t even be standing on your front doorstep, but something in him stopped him from turning around. Instead, he reached out to ring the doorbell. 

“Can I help you?” a girl asked, poking her head out through the door. 

He cleared his throat, “yeah actually… I’m looking for-” that’s when Jinyoung cut himself off and realized that he actually didn’t know who he was looking for. He had never got your name… All he knew about you was were you lived… and that’s pretty much it. 

The girl looked at Jinyoung in confusion, glancing at the letters he was wearing and sighed, “You’re from AGO?” 

He nodded, “I actually don’t know her name…” 

She waved her hand as if this was a usual thing and opened the door more to welcome him inside, “let me see what I can do for you… Just wait here.” The girl begins to head up the stairs of the house, then Jinyoung suddenly remembers a detail, “she went out last Friday night if that helps.” 

She laughed at him and shook her head, continuing her walk up the stairs, “typical AGO,” she muttered. For once in his career at Alpha Gamma Omega, Jinyoung doesn’t feel hurt or annoyed by her assessment of him. She was right.

“Hey do any of you guys fuck an AGO?” you heard one of your sorority sisters, Melanie ask through your headphones. Taking the music listening devices out of your ears you went to your open doorway, “what did you say?” 

Melanie glanced over in your direction as she thanked one of the other open rooms for participating in what sounds like a very strange survey. 

“There’s a guy downstairs from AGO and it’s pretty sad, he’s looking for someone in the house but doesn’t even know her name. He’s here’s so late I’m just assuming that he must be looking for someone he slept with,” she gets a panicked look on her face, “fuck do you think one of us took the dude’s virginity and now he’s here to kill us all?” 

You smiled tightly at Melanie. Some of the girls in the house were not the brightest. 

“Don’t jump to conclusions like that Melanie… I doubt most girls in the house would go even within ten feet of a guy from Alpha Gamma Omega.” 

“Well… what about you? Do you know anyone from AGO?” 

You were about to shake your head no and deny knowing anyone over there, but then you stopped yourself. It couldn’t be… could it? 

“Why don’t I just go down there and take care of this?” Somehow your words made her exhale and she looked instantly relieved, “thanks so much Y/N. Also do be warned… he is kinda good looking. Ugh I can’t believe I just said that.”

Nodding at her, she thanked you a final time before disappearing down the hallway to her bedroom. 

There was no way it could be Jinyoung… right? 

Despite your initial thought that it couldn’t be Jinyoung, when you reached the bottom of the stairs, you’re met with the back of the same boy you met a week ago. It was creepy but you could tell it was him just by the way he stood, with his shoulders back and posture erect. You don’t say anything, not wanting to sneak up on him, but you took notice of the way he seemed to be talking to himself. For a moment you swear you heard him ask himself what he was doing here. 

That would make two of you. 

“Jinyoung?” You said to grab his attention. He quickly turned around to face you and it’s easy to sense how weird he feels just being in your sorority house. It made you even more confused as to why he’s there. 

“H-hey… you…” He wished he could greet you properly, but he still doesn’t know your name. That detail isn’t lost on you, but as you had told him before, you weren’t really sure if there was a reason to give him your name. The two of you didn’t really “mix” well. 

“What’s up?” 

For some reason this response to Jinyoung showing up at your house annoyed him. Sure, he hadn’t originally intended in coming here after his outburst with Yugyeom, his feet made the final decision to arrive at your home this late at night, but the nonchalant “what’s up” irked him. 

He decided to take a risk by asking you what had been his mind for the last few hours he had been stationed at the AGO house handing out pancakes. “Why didn’t you come by the house tonight?” The tone shocked you. Rather than the gentleness he had spoken to you last week when he walked you home, this was something else entirely. 

Unsure of what the acceptable answer would be to please him, you went with the obvious response – the truth, “I just didn’t need to go over there tonight… You know despite what you and your brothers might think, I don’t get wasted every single weekend.” 

There was also the fact that tonight you had thought about going over there many, many times. You had even got dressed three different times and considered pretending like you had gone out tonight, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You were too scared of what your friends would think, what the AGO members would think and most importantly what Jinyoung would think. 

At your words, once again Jinyoung felt attacked. He didn’t know why it was so important to prove himself to you or why it mattered so much that you didn’t show up at the house tonight. Now you probably had an even worse impression of him for coming over to your place at nearly two in the morning. Something that would never be condoned by the guys he lives with. 

“I know that. I was just hoping that…” he drifted off and your breath hitches. You think that maybe you know what he’s alluding to, but you want to hear him say it. 

In any other situation, Jinyoung knows he wouldn’t say it. He would be too afraid or too stuck on what – once again – others would think. Instead, Jinyoung surprises both you and himself. He says it. 

“I was hoping that you would want to see me again as much as I wanted to see you,” Jinyoung takes a step towards you and it feels as though you’re about to fall apart at any moment, “I don’t really understand or know why… but I feel this weird pull towards you.” You could tell he was getting shy from the way he looked down at his feet and dragged them against the hardwood floor of the foyer. 

Nervously, you tapped your fingers against your thigh to distract you from instantly agreeing with him – to tell him that you knew exactly what pull he was referring to. Alternately, you fill the conversation with more doubt, “then why did you reject me that night?” 

His mouth hung wide open and he became perplexed, unsure of what you were talking about. 

“What do you mean rejected you?” 

You brought your hands up from your thighs and crossed your arms against your chest, “I asked you to come up and drink with me.” 

Jinyoung’s eyes fluttered closed as if thinking about something. As quick as he shut them, he opened them at the same suddenness, “I didn’t mean it as a rejection. I just didn’t think it would be a good idea…” 

Shrugging your shoulders, “In normal Greek life that’s rejection Jinyoung.” 

He brings his hand to massage the back of his neck, “I really didn’t realize it was that… complex. Sorry. You’ll have to be patient with me about those kinds of things. It’s true what they say about AGO, we really don’t pick up on social cues very well.” 

You’ll have to be patient with me. 

His words rang in your ears and you swore you heard a Harry Styles song play in your head as you looked at him smile sheepishly at you. 

“I…” somehow the words are hard to get out, you’re not used to being this candid with a guy – especially not sober, “I know what you mean about a pull.”

Jinyoung took another step forward towards you and you exhaled deeply at his closeness. He was just close enough to- 

“C-can I kiss you?” he stuttered and you felt your heart skip a beat. You would be lying if you said that you hadn’t been thinking about Jinyoung all week. The eye crinkles, his pink lips and the softness of his tone, it had all played on repeat in your mind. The stupid rejection thing didn’t even matter anymore.

When you didn’t answer right away, you heard him take a deep breath in, “I know it’s kind of forward, but I really want to kiss you.” 

Your eyes flickered down to his lips and you wet your own instinctively. A thought suddenly enters your head and you begin to wonder how many times he’d done this before. Was he a rookie just as he had been when it came to drinking? Not that it mattered to you… you were just curious and- 

“I have kissed girls before you know… I’m not a prude. Now please just let me.” His desperation to put his lips on yours makes you realize that you’re just as desperate if not more to feel his mouth move against yours. 

“Please,” you murmured. 

He leaned his head forward closer into you until his lips just ghosted over yours. Bringing his hand in between your faces, he traced the line of your cheekbone until your cheek laid in the palm of his hand and he cupped it gently. Finally, he closed the space between your lips and connects them softly. It’s clear that he feels hesitant, scared and excited all at the same time, but you let him control the pace not wanting to push him. 

Soon you felt him relax more into the kiss and you could sense how delicate he was being as his lips moved softly against yours, treating you like a china doll that he wanted to protect. You’d had many kisses with many guys before, but none like this. Those were just kisses and this was much more than a kiss. Behind this kiss you could sense Jinyoung’s fondness for you, his intrigue, his longing and his desperation for the two of you to be in a different time, a different place and a different space. You felt it all from him. Every single emotion. It made you feel dizzy, the moment blurring satisfaction that you had never felt from just a kiss. You had never wanted anyone like this before.

You sighed into the kiss and Jinyoung pressed you even closer to him, kissing you harder and more feverishly. It was a side of him you hadn’t been expecting you, but it made you smile against his lips, wanting him closer, closer and closer. 

When you finally break apart, Jinyoung breathed heavily and you’re surprised you can let out any air at all. It felt like he had taken all the breath out of you and consumed every piece of you. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, but simply stared at you until you broke out into giggles, looking down shyly. 

“Y/N,” you whispered, finally telling him your name and he felt his heart flip.

He grinned, “Well Y/N... I could definitely do that again.” 

So he does and your mind becomes dazed once again, not thinking about the rest of the world or what anyone thought about the two of you. 

For right now it was just you and Jinyoung, and somehow that was enough.

#got7 fanfic #got7 #park jinyoung fanfic #jinyoung fanfic #park jinyoung #got7 fic

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Best...Friends?

That Bad Friend Scott McCall tag really gets to me sometimes because even though the fandom kind of pushes it to an extreme, even before the whole Donovan and Theo business I can see how much of a suck-ass friend Scott could be. Like I don’t mean that friends should be up in each-others assholes during every given moment of the day but it is a horrible feeling to be cast aside like so much trash or easily forgotten and in cannon that happened more often than it should have for two people who call one another ‘family’. 

And I know, extenuating circumstances, storytelling, ‘poor story telling’...yada yada, but I’m also a petty ass and sometimes I need to consume the distortion in the fandom to thrive. 

**Also, lets be honest, sometimes the fanfiction is truer to the characters portrayed than the actual cannon. ijs 

This whole post is also known as “I’m a petty asshole who lives in the south so doesn’t get enough opportunities to actually be a petty asshole.” 

Anyway! On with the list! : 

Steter: 

On Edge by Bunnywest (Complete: 8/8| 23,707) 

“What do you mean, Stiles is missing?” Peter demands, scowling at the phone. "Missing, Hale! Can you help find him or not?" The sheriff's voice cracks, and Peter can tell he's out of his mind with worry. Peter doesn't blame him.

In which Stiles gets bitten by a rogue alpha and bolts into the preserve, terrified and out of control. Peter's the one best qualified to find him, because Stiles is Peter's mate. Peter maybe hasn't quite gotten around to telling him that part yet, but Stiles is his, and he's damned if he's going to lose him to some feral alpha. He's going to find his boy, bring him home, and as for the rest? Well, Peter has a plan. It's Peter. He always has a plan.

pack of two by ScarSacrifices (one-shot| 1,735) 

“You’ll be alright. No one can hurt you now,” Peter breathed out clutched the sobbing boy to his chest. Peter took a shaky breath and smoothed his hand down the boy’s hair making low shushing sounds as he did so. “Just listen to my heartbeat sweetheart, I’m here. You’re not alone,” he clutched him tighter, “not anymore.”

A Blowtorch? Really? by MysticMusic (Complete: 2/2| 4,757) 

“He’s homicidal,” she sputtered.

“No, Allison. The witches are homicidal. He’s smart,” Stiles hissed, “and if you took your narcissistic head out of your ass for five minutes, you’d see something called self-preservation instincts. Seriously what the hell is wrong with you? A blowtorch? Really? How fucking stupid are you?”

Or, Stiles defends Peter when Allison attacks him with a blowtorch like a lunatic.

I'm Only Heard During the Silence Between My Screams by Irukashi_Narukib (wip: 42/?| 52,721) 

Stiles thinks no one is listening, so he just... stops talking. It's just like that asshole Peter to refuse to take the hint.

Infinite Space by DiscontentedWinter (Complete: 13/13| 32,124) 

Stiles needs Peter's expertise to help stop the latest threat to Beacon Hills. And, as the pack falls apart around him, he might even need Peter for more than that.

Black Fire by Green (one-shot| 10,934) 

Deaton is all about the balance of the universe, about order. Stiles's new magic - gifted to him from the Nogitsune - is the complete opposite of that. Deaton calls Stiles's magic "dark" and seeks to imprison him in Eichen where he's no threat to the balance. Peter and Stiles go on the run - but they can't run forever.

The Only Sound by Elpie (Horribibble) (one-shot| 4,407) 

Stiles becomes acutely aware of the weight and vibration of his voice in his throat. He knows what volume feels like, and understands the intricacies of modulating it through context clues. If his voice shakes at first, no one seems to notice much.

Except Peter.

What It Takes To Not Be Broken by Whispering_Sumire (one-shot| 17,410) 

He's pretty sure Death is nipping at his heels at this point.

But he has to stay awake, has to keep Gerard away from Erica and Boyd, the two Betas still tied up with mountain ash and electricity on the other side of the room, and it looks like they're trying to scream through their duct-tape, still, but he can't hear it, not anymore.

The terrible, all-consuming, staticky silence had over taken him after about the third time Gerard's lackey- Ben, he thinks his name was- had stuck a military grade taser to his ear, a low enough voltage not to cause brain damage, he'd said, because the point of this was for him to talk.

[Or: The one where Stiles is kidnapped and tortured by Gerard, and his injuries lead to a complete loss of hearing, among other things.]

Sterek: 

Something With a T by Futureworldruler (wip: 10/?| 22,723)  

It started when Derek showed up at his house with a car full of plants.

Or Derek gets help, moves in with the Stilinskis, and slowly builds a new life for himself

Alpha, Mage, Pack by Foxfire2018 (wip: 36?/| 401,116)   

Set at the end of Season 2. Stiles was kidnapped and tortured for hours. Yet no one came for him. Hurt and cast out of the pack by people he thought cared for him, what is he to do? He finds himself accompanied by someone he never expected and someone he is eternally grateful for. Derek feels betrayed and foolish for what he allowed to happen. Out of anger and hurt he forced a valuable member he really started to care for out of his pack. With the pack scattered and people hurt, what will come of them? Will they bond together again in time for the next big bad?

User Error by Poison_Love_Words (wip: 10/?| 37,767) 

Given enough coffee and a few flirty texts from Mr.Bookish, Stiles could rule the world from his basement office at Triple S. That is until the day his best friend stabs him in the back for a pretty face and the (false) promise of fame and fortune.

Based on the Prompt: Omega Stiles is the real brain behind the up and coming tech company but Scott the public “face” starts to believe his own press and falls in with his new girlfriends bigoted family. He lets them talk him into kicking Stiles out of the company. And then Stiles gets revenge by going to work for the Hales.

I'll Bare My Back (If You Hold The Whip) by Kinkubus (wip: 5/?| 16,435) 

After the fiasco with the Nogistune, which Allison barely survived, Stiles is pushed to the fringes of the pack. Alienated from his previous friends and abandoned by the Sheriff who can't deal with his broken son, Stiles slips further and further into a pit of despair. That is until he finds someone even more desperate than he is, and together they forge a bond that will revitalise both their lives and the lives of Scott's crumbling pack.

So this is my first fic and it's unbeta'd so any mistakes, please feel free to correct me. That being said, I have not paid attention to canon at all in this story. Allison lives. Gerard is dead, and so is Victoria but the Alpha pack hasn't arrived yet and to be honest the timeline is shot to pieces. Therefore please suspend your disbelief. This is primarily a story about Stiles fighting through all the odds to adopt the entire pack and cuddle them to death, whilst also feeding them healthy food because yes I know you've got werewolf metabolisms Peter but good eating habits are still important ok!

Choose! by Skeleton_Wolf (one-shot| 1,437) 

Scott made him pick between his best friend and the pack that treats him like family. Is he really his best friend if he makes him pick? Can Stiles choose?

Thunderstorms & Polish Lullabies by Whispering_Sumire (one-shot| 10,057) 

Boyd is there, hovering over his claws, Isaac looks devastated, Jennifer looks bewildered and concerned and horrified, Kali looks smug, the twins are carefully keeping their faces blank but they're playing along, and- Gods, he's really going to be forced to do this, isn't he? Pack, his Pack, the make-shift family he'd all but accidentally gathered is going to die by his hand, and even if it's forced, it'll still be his fault, for wanting them, for needing them, for biting them.

Loving them.

He wants to close his eyes but he owes Boyd more than that.

And then, abruptly, in this saturated technicolor still-picture moment of chaos and violence- the eye of the storm- the door to the loft crashes open. With the water and the metal and the force of it, the sound is almost guttural, and far too loud- even Kali seems startled.

[Or, the one where Stiles time-travels just in time to save Boyd and Derek from the Alphas, and manages to heal everyone, including himself, just a little in the process.]

The One You Choose by Livinginfictions (Complete: 7/7| 13,440)  

Stiles hadn’t seen Scott in over a week, except for glances he caught during school hours.

Not Too Late to Learn by bubblessunshinedelight (wip: 20/?| 30,596)  

After 14 years Stiles realizes Scott doesn't really know him.

or Scott finds out Derek and Stiles are dating and is a dick about it...for a while.

You Belong with Me by halcyon1993 (Complete: 4/4| 19,656) 

Derek is tired of watching Stiles get treated like crap by his so-called friends. When both the Hale Pack and the McCall Pack end up in the same nightclub, Derek decides it's finally time to convince Stiles that he'd be better off with him as his Alpha.

That thin line between right or wrong by orphan_account (Complete: 7/7| 15,718) 

An AU based on the Donovan-storyline from Season 5A. After Stiles is attacked at the library and accidentally kills Donovan, he’s in shock, panics and runs. Hurt, confused, ridden with guilt and depressed, he wonders how it ever came to this point where nothing will ever feel right again. So, he decides to call the one man who knows won’t judge him. But will Derek arrive on time to save Stiles’ life?

This story basically alternates from most of Season 5, ignoring the rest of the series. Since I hated what they did with Stiles’ character after Donovan’s attack, I decided to change it all. This story is completely written from Stiles’ POV.

A Heavy Price by Estellestafford (one-shot| 4,202) 

Every Emissary wants to work for the Hale Pack, Stiles just wanted to be Scott's but then Allison happened to get some magic so that was out the window and now he finds himself in office with some hot guy offering to make him an Emissary in exchange for fulfilling his desires.

Go Away, Scott by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere (Complete: 45/45| 66,227) 

After the incident at the warehouse, Stiles is fed up with Scott. He finds himself drawn into Derek’s pack and in the process, drawn to Derek himself.

With the Alpha Pack closing in, Derek needs to learn how to trust his pack and those around him. And who better to help him than Stiles?

A Healing Silence by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere (Complete: 28/28| 36,329) 

Stiles is slowly pushed out of the pack following his fight with Scott about Donovan's death. After receiving a phone number from an old friend, Stiles is surprised to find that it belongs to the one person who may be able to bring him back to himself.

#Steter #Sterek #bad friend scott mccall #stiles x derek #stiles x peter #stiles stilinski #Peter Hale #derek hale #tag reference #teen wolf #teenwolf #stiles whump #bad alpha scott mccall #fanfiction #fic rec #rec list #ficlist #recommendations #10/10 would reccomend #bad friend #bad friends

[bakudekuficlibrary]

Hello! I would like to ask if there was any fic out there with a succubus/demon who lured the other into having sex with them. Or any fic that has tentacles?? Nothing specific tbh ^^’ but thank you!

Hiya! We’ve made an Succubus/Incubus/Demon Izuku mini-list, and here we’ll include some new ones that were posted after we made that list as well as Succubus/Incubus/Demon Katsuki fics and Tentacle fics 😊

-Ellie

15 Works.

Succubus/Incubus/Demon Izuku (cont.)

Lucky for Me by Daiako (Achrya) ( E | 4,837 | 2/2 )

Izuku, Katsuki’s summoned succubus, takes an attack meant for him. Katsuki decides to deal with an unwanted rush of emotion in the only way that makes sense between them.

Kinktober, prompts are wings and rimming.

SeriesPart 8 of Kinktober 2017

Slaves to Sin by KingHugin, LacyLove ( E | 5,994+ | ½ )

The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Unless of course those good intentions revolves around doing whatever it takes to get some dick. Then it’s just……the road to hell.

OR

Izuku is an incubus who rather fancies his master Father Katsuki. Too bad Katsuki refuses to feed him what he really likes. Ah well, Izuku faking his almost death should fix that right?

The End is the Beginning by Slytheringirl98 ( E | 6,534+ | 2/? )

Death isn’t the end, at least not for Izuku when a tragedy occurs to him at a young age. But he was saved by none other than the King of Hell. Now, he’s an omega demon princess (yes princess), who still wants to be a hero and still gets train by All Might.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death | Underage]

Succubus/Incubus/Demon Katsuki

I Summoned a Demon 101: an In-comprehensive guide to Corporeal Demon Do’s and Don'ts by EAter ( E | 96,150+ | 36/? )

Midoriya Izuku was born with a quirk: the ability to summon and bind demons from an alternate plane to do his bidding. With only a few days left until the UA entrance exam and still no offensive-type demons in his arsenal, Izuku makes a desperate venture at summoning one corporeal, a feat he had never before attempted. He’d say it was a success- but he doesn’t actually know if it’ll be more a help or a hindrance. Especially since Bakugou Katsuki is, well, kind of a shit.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Underage | Dubious Consent | Panic Attacks | Dissociation | Discussion of Rape | Mention of Child Abuse]

(Note: This work has the tag “Tentacle Dick.”)

The World Is Silent (we are loud) by RedHeadsRock1010 ( T | 62,233+ | 14/? )

“I hate you,” he said with all the darkness he could muster, eyes pinched and burning red.

The Angel burst into tears.

Katsuki startled, losing control of his anger and backing up with wide eyes. The Angel continued to sob with bright tears spilling over his chubby, freckled cheeks.

Where was the hatred? The resentment? The righteous fury the Angel felt at seeing the worst person in the world? Every single Angel and Demon before them fought to the bitter end, constantly at a stalemate where neither had the upper hand. Their antagonism kept the balance, but this Angel was ruining it.

A Reaper’s Assistant by TatoBugTheDestroyer ( T | 23,121 | 14/14 )

What kind of fucktard is in charge here? What dumbass thought it was a good idea to pair Katsuki with an angel! Of all creatures to help him play the role of a reaper, they chose an angel! He didn’t even need any help, dammit! So, yeah, he missed a few deadlines, accidentally delivered a few people to the wrong place, so fucking what! He damn sure didn’t need help!

-Or-Reaper Katsuki fucks up and as a result, is paired up with Izuku, a High Councilman angel of Heaven to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

Bound to You by Magefeathers ( T | 5,751 | 1/1 )

There were a few moments of nothing but the static, and Izuku feared that maybe the demon had disconnected after all. But then the voice spoke again, and this time it was flat, listless, without any of the anger and fire Izuku had come to expect from it.

“I exist to destroy you, Midoriya Izuku,” he repeated. When he continued his voice was bitter, and almost sad. “I’m bound to you. I am going to steal your breath from you, because that’s the only way for me to be free. Sooner or later, one way or another, I willdestroy you.”

love black as sin by clairesail ( E | 7,394 | 1/1 )

Kacchan has always been something ethereal to him. Magnificent, beautiful. Someone Midoriya’s own mortal hands were not worthy of touching. Little did he know how right that feeling had been.

Only, not in the way he expected.

A Dying Breed by VMarus ( M | 12,013+ | 3/? )

The kingdom was under strick rule, technology rising and taking hold, magical creatures were slowly being hunted either for cash or for different qualities. Tribesman were forcably removed from their homes because of the Kingdom, the Kings excuse of merging them in with them or as he called it bringing them to civilization.

Bakugou was sick of this, sick of the way the Kingdom treated his people as if they weren’t people at all. He wanted change

But what was Izuku’s role in all this?-

Fantasy AU

Bakugou is appart of a dying tribe and looking to make a stance against the Kings rule. Izuku is just a young village boy who somehow gets strung along by his morals and need to help.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death | Rape/Non-Con | Racial Slurs | Homophobia]

Fuel for the Fire by EclecticIsMyMiddleName ( E | 12,630+ | 1/13 )

Hell is full of demons, and Bakugo Katsuki is one the most infamous (or should we say, “popular”?). His job is to give the demon fuckers what they want in exchange for their souls. Sure, he enjoys the “perks” of his job as an incubus, but he’s never felt anything for his victims.

Until now.

Alternatively Titled: “Izuku Accidentally Summons an Incubus and Learns About Demon Anatomy”

[Major Character Death]

The human who made the demon lose it by ThunderHavia ( E | 4,010+ | 2/? )

Bakugou katsuki is a demon in search of his prey, then he finds Midoriya Izuku.

[On Hiatus] 7 Sins by Agent_Fluff ( E | 5,704+ | 1/7 )

Izuku gets invited to a party where he knows his childhood crush and on-again off-again friend would be. He wants to repair their friendship—but before he can get anywhere with Katsuki, some kids from a rival school crash the party. Katsuki, being the leader he is, confronts them outside.

Hours pass, and Katsuki still hasn’t returned.

AKA the Jennifer’s Body AU nobody asked for.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Icarus by BrightEyesEren ( M | 32,397+ | 4/9 )

“Young man, let me tell you the story of an angel born without wings.”

What’s the difference between an angel with wings and an angel without them? Between sin and enjoyment? Between living a life of purity and a life of freedom?

Izuku summons a demon by the name of Katsuki to find out.

Fight for the fall by Ereri_Garbage ( T | 1,205 | 1/1 )

Angels, probably had a worser fate than demons. When an angel aged 16 years they were returned to the heavens to be tested by god and to see if they were fit to live amongst the clouds with the strongest warriors or doomed to live a life on earth, fallen.

Super unedited, just trying to get back into the writing spirit here guys. I might expand on this but for now it’s more of a food for thought kind of thing.

[On Hiatus] The Demon King’s Bridegroom by doki_for_you ( T | 577+ | 1/? )

**REVISING!!!** I have no idea where this story is going so I’m going to first complete it before uploading it! Might delete and re-upload in the future. Sorry and thank you!

Cursed with magic, Izuku Midoriya was never able to find a place for himself… Until the so-called Demon King whisks him away, giving him a place to call home and claims him as apprentice and significant other. But this image of tranquility slowly crumbles when Izuku realizes there is more to himself than what meets the eye; something that the Demon King refuses to reveal to him.

#BakuDeku #KatsuDeku #BNHA #bkdkfl ask #w:violence #w:underage #w:rape #t:dubcon #t:racism #t:homophobia #t:panic #t:dissociation #t:pa #g:au #au:sn #g:smut #curator ellie

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Baby Alpha

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The first time Peter sees the baby Alpha, he’s at the park with Derek and Laura, Cora resting on his hip.

The little boy is in the sandbox, chattering as he plays with a bright eyed Alpha, which is strange, in and of itself.

Alphas don’t play together. Not even ones as young as they are.

He loses track of them when Cora starts crying, and Laura shoves Derek off the slide. He hates Talia for saddling him with the children. Omega or not, they’re hardly his responsibility and he’s not cut out to be taking care of small children.

Still, he calms Derek with a sucker, scolds Laura who huffs and flashes her eyes at him, gives Cora a bottle.

When he’s finally able to breath, and glance around, he’s startled to see the baby Alpha standing next to him. His expression is intent.

“Hello, there,” Peter says, smiling at him. His little playmate has disappeared and the baby Alpha climbs up next to him, sitting quietly next to him as Peter rocks Cora to sleep.

“She’s pretty,” he says, finally, and Peter nods. Smiles down at the baby in his arms.

“I think so.”

“You like pretty?” he asks, and Peter blinks, startled.

“Yes, I suppose I do.”

The little boy flashes a blinding smile, and wiggles down, darting across the playground while Peter watches, bemused.

He comes back a few moments later, clutching a ragged clump of wildflowers, and shyly holds them out. “For you. ‘Cause they’re pretty.”

Peter hides his smile in the flowers that he takes carefully and his eyes are bright, taking in the baby Alpha’s delighted preening as he says, “Thank you, Alpha.”

~*~

The baby Alpha is named Stiles Stilinski, the only child of the sheriff, something Peter doesn’t pay much attention to. He sees the boy and his mother around town, on occasion, and he’s aware that the Alpha stares at him, eyes bright and assessing. Talia teases him, but Peter brushes it aside.

His baby Alpha is sweet, but no one puts any stock in children playing to their dynamics. It doesn’t mean anything, when Stiles brings him a smushed cupcake on his sixth birthday.

It doesn’t mean anything when he makes Peter a blanket when he’s eight.

It doesn’t mean anything, when he gives Peter his popsicle at the fourth of July fireworks when he’s ten.

None of the countless gifts of flowers and toys and food and clothing mean anything.

~*~

Stiles  is twelve when the gifts change. He’s befriended Derek,  and he’s spending more and more time in the Hale house. It’s amusing because now, there is no production to it. Stiles will slip in and rub his fingers over Peter’s shoulder before dropping his offering into Peter’s hand, before he’s trotting off to find Derek.

But the sweaty gummy worms, melting peanut butter cups, and jars of fireflies are being replaced now. The first time Peter looks up to smile at his baby Alpha and sees a book, he almost stops breathing.

The little shit knows too, his grin going wide and pleased, and his knuckles bumping over Peter’s cheek before he darts away.

The book is followed by a pair of movie tickets, a volume of poetry, a sandwich of tender roast beef and perfectly sauteed onion that Peter makes truly pornographic noises over. There is a watch, and a painting, small and lovely that Peter knows Claudia did, before her death, and it’s that--

It’s the painting that makes him begin to wonder if the baby Alpha’s offerings don’t mean something after all.

~*~

The thing is--Peter is not a normal Omega.

He’s courted, of course, all Omegas are. Deucalion comes around every year, like clockwork, and other Alphas drop by, with their extravagant presents and leering smiles and promises of a good life and plenty of pups.

For a while, Peter had worried that Talia would force him into a marriage he didn’t want, but she never had.

Who and when Peter took an Alpha, would be Peter’s choice.

It wasn’t just that he was an unbound Omega in his late twenties. It was that he hadn’t had a heat in over six years. It was that in six years he hadn’t that. Hadn’t wanted an Alpha to fill him and care for him during his heats. He hadn’t craved the sweet kisses and deep voice coaxing him to eat and the thick fullness of a knot in six years.

Sometimes, he thinks he’s broken.

He thinks he has to be, because Deuc smiles at him, all warm promises and Ennis kisses him and presses thick and hard against him and Kali runs proprietary hands over his shoulder, and he wants to shudder away from it, away from them.

He hates their touches, and hates even more the way he wishes he didn’t hate it.

~*~

“Does Stiles give you gifts?”

Derek looks at him, his eyes wide and appalled. “No,” he says, scandalized. “Why the hell would he?”

Peter stares at his nephew. “Because,” he says, carefully. “You are his best friend, and--so far as I can tell--the only fucking Omega he’s friends with.”

Derek rolls his eyes in the way that only fifteen year old Omega’s could, all sass and impunity. “Just because he’s an Alpha and I’m an Omega, doesn’t mean he wants to knot me, Uncle. God, I thought you knew him.”

Derek stalks away, muttering to himself, and Peter falls back into the couch.

He thought so too. But then, his baby Alpha had been startling him since that day in the park.

~*~

Peter doesn’t let people in his apartment very often.

As Cora steps in behind him, she whistles, and he stiffens, remembering why he doesn’t.

“Damn, Uncle, did you let Stiles move in?”

He glances around. “Stiles hasn’t been here.”

She gives him a curious look, and then slow knowledge slips across her face as she looks around.

“Oh, Peter,” she murmurs.

~*~

When Stiles is seventeen, he struts into Peter’s office with dinner, and Peter’s head snaps up, tracking the Alpha’s movements.

He smells...different.

Musky and sharp and mouth-wateringly good. Peter whines a little and Stiles freezes.

“Peter?” he murmurs, voice pitched low and curious and Peter blinks, shakes himself out of it, and forces a smile.

“Sorry, sweetheart.”

Stiles nods, and watches him as he settles across from the Omega, laying the food out and waiting patiently until Peter begins eating.

They don’t talk, but then they don’t usually talk, when Stiles brings him food, something he started doing when he was fourteen and realized how close Peter’s office was to the sheriff’s station.

It’s nice, Stiles’ presence soothing and calming. Sometimes, he stays and works on his homework after they eat, slipping out as night begins to fall. But most days, it’s just eating together before he darts away and Peter is left to finish his work day.

Today, Stiles lingers, sprawls across Peter’s couch and reads until he falls asleep there. He’s distracting, with his heavy scent and deep breathing and the deceptively soft curve of his lips, the lingering baby fat on his cheeks.

Peter’s gaze slowly tracks down, down, down over his sleeping form, and snags on his crotch.

He’s an Alpha, and he’s big, even sleeping and soft, and Peter’s mouth waters, a little, thinking about it.

He almost falls out of his chair as he jerks back, so startled that he curses and trips over his feet, and rouses Stiles.

What the fuck.

“Shit,” the Alpha groans, dragging himself upright. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” He smiles sheepishly at Peter and the Omega licks his lips.

“It’s fine, sweetheart.”

Stiles smiles at that, the way he always does, when Peter uses the endearment. He stands and stretches, his shirt riding up to expose a thin line of his belly and Peter bites his lip to keep from whining. Then he’s brushing a hand over Peter’s shoulder, and walking backwards. “See you later, Peter.”

He’s gone before Peter can respond, or even figure out what the hell he’d say, and he almost collapses into his chair, the scent of his baby Alpha washing over him, and the undeniable urge to beg for Stiles’ knot still pressing against his teeth.

What the actual fuck.

~*~

That night, Peter comes with three fingers shoved inside his wet hole, and Stiles’ name on his lips and aches with an emptiness he can’t fucking fill.

~*~

The scent doesn’t go away. It gets thicker sometimes, and Peter bristles, when Stiles comes to the Hale house smelling like Omegas he doesn’t know. He wants to rub against Stiles, wants to cover him in his scent and bite his neck, claim him so every bitchy Omega knows he’s taken.

And that--that right there is fucking insane.

Stiles is a sweet kid, his baby Alpha who has been peppering Peter with gifts and affection since before he knew what the hell it meant.

But it doesn’t mean anything. It sure as hell doesn’t mean Stiles is his to claim.

It’s depressing as hell, and he spends a few miserable nights curled on his couch, wrapped up in the fluffy blanket Stiles made him when he was twelve, eating ice cream and hating the Omega who would be Stiles’ mate.

He hoped like hell they were worthy of his baby Alpha.

~*~

Stiles is eighteen when the gifts change.

There are still books, but now--

Peter almost swallows his tongue when he opens a silver wrapped box that smells deliciously like Stiles and finds a red leather copy of the Kama Sutra.

A week later, it’s a anal plug with a fox tail which--Peter laughs and wonders if this is something he should take seriously, or if Stiles is being a little shit.

They don’t talk about the gifts, when Stiles brings him food. Stiles chatters about graduation and school and the Alpha courting Derek--he likes Braeden, but after Kate and Jennifer, both of them are wary of anyone interested in Derek, and Stiles is an overprotective Alpha to his very core--and leaves with a quiet brush against Peter’s shoulder. Sometimes--most times--he leaves a cluster of flowers, a coffee or small framed picture, but never mentions the silky lube, or black lace panties, or slim dildo, or even the vibrating plug that Peter wears when he knows Stiles will be by.

Stiles isn’t playing anymore, and yet it still feels like a game, and the disparity in the gifts--the sweetness balanced against the blatantly erotic, is making his head spin.

The day Stiles leaves a snapshot of fireflies in the Preserve, Peter realizes the truth.

~*~

<Peter> my heat is coming next week.

<baby A> what

<baby A> peter, what??

<baby A> answer me!

<baby A> fuck you so much, Peter, i’m coming over.

~*~

Stiles doesn’t knock, he batters at the door, and Peter exhales as he opens it.

His baby Alpha has never been to his apartment, never asked where it was, but it’s not surprising that he knows.

Stiles knows everything about Peter--favorite food, favorite movie, prefered lubricant, the kind of chocolate he eats when he’s sad and the fluffy socks he adores but only when he’s reading. He knows when Peter’s sick and when he’s angry, and when he’s so overworked and tired he’s going to be sick and angry.

He’s been caring for the Omega for longer than Peter ever realized, and it’s not surprising, not even a little surprising, that Stiles is here, without ever asking where he should be going.

“You don’t get heats,” Stiles says, urgently, pressing pass when Peter lets him in.

“I haven’t, not for years,” Peter agrees, and his voice is shaky.

It feels surreal, having Stiles here.

“Then what the hell--”

“You’re going into rut soon,” Peter says, cutting him off.

Stiles goes still, staring at him. Peter licks his lips. “Why--why have you always given me gifts? Fed me, provided for me? Why?”

“Because you’re mine,” Stiles says, simply, with the quiet assurance he’s always had when he’s talking to Peter.

Like this is set in stone, an irrefutable fact.

“You were never playing,” Peter murmurs and Stiles’ eyes go wide.

“You thought I was?”

“Most Alphas do!” Peter insists and Stiles snorts.

And looks around, like he has to look away from Peter.

His eyes go wide, when he sees the snapshots clustered on the wall, the tiny painting under the larger one he gave Peter when he was sixteen. The jars on the bookshelf, and the seemingly endless clusters of dried flowers.

The mountains of books and movies and rocks of all fucking things--the three months when he was seven and brought Peter rocks every damn day was a hard phase to get through--and he looks at Peter, his mouth open and eyes shining. “You--you kept them. My courting gifts.”

Peter nods, looking at twelve years of gifts that fill up the life he’s built, and thinks how it was never strange, keeping them.

How odd and wrong it felt, when he considered keeping any of Deuc’s or Kali’s gifts.

“Of course I did,” Peter whispers and Stiles crowds into his space, hands gentle as he presses him against the door.

“Why are you going into heat, Peter?” he demands, breathless.

“Because my alpha is finally going into rut,” he answers, and Stiles groans, kissing him hard and desperate, and Peter whines into it, melts under it, clinging to his baby Alpha and kissing him back.

~*~

When his heat hits, Peter is a panting mess, and Stiles licks down his body, spreads him open and licks the slick dripping down his thicks, up and into him while Peter curses and thrashes.

When he fills the Omega, Peter screams and comes, cock hard and dribbling against the sheet.

“More,” he begs, and Stiles smiles against his shoulder. Peter bites at the wrist braced across his chest. “Stiles, more!”

His Alpha gives him more, fucks him open until the Omega is sobbing with it, until he’s shoving back mindless for the knot he’s suddenly desperate for, and Stiles give it to him, shoves in and shouts, biting at Peter’s exposed neck, tieing them as he comes, shuddering and shaking through an endless orgasm.

“Mine,” he slurs, licking at Peter’s throat. “My Omega.”

Peter sighs, and nods. Smiles into the pillow, and says, soft and happy, “My baby Alpha.

#steter fic #steter week 2018 #fluff #a/b/o dynamics #arei writes fic

[sterekloving]

A small collection of high school aus! There’s so many wonderful ones out there that has yet to be read!

And Then There Is No Mystery Left (Baby, I’m Sweet On You) -  Swing Set in December - 1k - Teen

Stiles has no idea why Derek is sitting at his lunch table.

As Good As The Real Thing - literaryoblivion - 5k - Mature

He’s maybe had a crush on Stiles for going on two years now, but there’s no way he’s ever going to act on it or say anything. But, he's memorized all of Stiles's quirks and habits because he and Stiles have been in the same history class for two years now, and he always ends up sitting by him. However, he and Stiles have had limited interaction with one another, which is fine. Derek can subside on his daydreams of Stiles. He can live the rest of his high school career on his fantasies alone.

That is until their teacher assigns them to be partners for a project.

Awful, Wonderful You -  stilinskisparkles - 16k - Mature

Truth be told, Derek was suffering from the mild delusion he lived in all summer wherein he actually thought this year might be different, and he might, perhaps, be able to bury the hatchet with Stiles and start over.

The superglue that’s destroyed a ninety dollar pair of pants, however, says otherwise. Derek knows how this play goes down; eventually, he’s going to have to climb out of the pants and trudge back to his dorm half naked. Stiles will gloat for a damn week; Derek will have to put up with constant remarks about Stiles getting him out of his pants... Dammit, he’s actually going to get Derek out of his pants, and it’s not even close to the way he pictured it happening.

Betting On Forever -  mrstotten, veritas_st - 17k - Mature

It’s not like Stiles spends a huge amount of time thinking about it. But when he does it seems strange, good strange, but strange nevertheless, he cant really put a finger on when they decided to become civil to each other let alone friends, best friends even.

Him...and Derek Hale. Can you imagine it?

Binomial Coefficients - DevilDoll - 20k - Teen

In which brainy freshman Stiles Stilinski wants star quarterback Derek Hale to join the math team, AKA math nerds in love.

But Then What... -  Stoney - 24k - Explicit

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him.

Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

C’mon Now Sugar - teamfreewolf - 39k - Teen

A Teen Wolf/Veronica Mars fusion AU. Stiles helps his father out with his private investigation agency while trying to survive high school. But when murders that might be connected to the death of his best friend Laura start occurring, he is forced to team up with her brother Derek to get to the bottom of it.

Dancing (With Another Man) -  perksofbeingaiko - 35k - Mature

Derek Hale fell in love with Stiles Stilinski the moment he laid eyes on him. The boy was imperfect, vibrant, and confusing - everything Derek never knew he was missing in his life. The problem, though, is that Derek doesn't want to ruin his newly formed friendship with the boy. But with each day that passes, Derek finds that his chances start to run thin, until his world turns over completely when Stiles gets a boyfriend.

Double Date -  dragon_temeraire - 2k - Teen

Stiles scores a date for him and Derek with two of the hottest girls in school, but things don’t go quite the way he expects.

Easy Alpha - interropunct - 4k - Teen

Easy A/Teen Wolf AU. Wherein, Derek Hale is the high school hussy, Jackson and Scott really need to learn to use their inside voices. And, contrary to popular belief, everyone is still a virgin.

Help Me Get In Touch (With What I Feel) - alenie - 3k - Explicit

“Stiles, what happened?” Derek says as sternly as he can (which isn’t very). Nevertheless, there is a pause on the line, and a small sigh.

“I was just…having some Stiles personal time, you know? And…I may have gotten something stuck. Um, in me.”

“In you?” Derek says incredulously. “What do you…oh.” Enlightenment strikes. “Like, in your…”

“Yes, in my butt!” Stiles snaps.

(I Ain’t Scared Of The Fall) I Felt The Ground Before -  planiforidjit - 41k - Explicit

"You know what the solution is," she says.

"What's the solution?"

"You get a mate."

"Thank you for that, Laura. I'll file it away with the other idiotic ideas I've already tried."

Derek is sick of being treated like he's property and he's sick of his family pressuring him to find a mate. So the obvious solution is to fake a relationship with Stiles Stilinski, the annoying lacrosse player and alpha that Derek may or may not be pining over anyway.

I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) -  bleep0bleep - 10k - Teen

Derek gets in an accident and loses a few years of his memory; suddenly everything is different— he's not a freshman loser anymore, but a popular senior, captain of the basketball team, a shoo-in for prom king, too, and he should have everything he's ever wanted— except he doesn't seem to be friends with Stiles anymore.

If You Asked Me If I Love Him, I’d Lie - dereksstilinski - 37k - Explicit

Derek has already typed the entire report out and even got all of the stuff prepared for the poster that Stiles and him will have to present. Derek found that he actually didn’t mind doing all the work when it was Stiles he was doing it for, but he wasn’t going to let Stiles get away completely. He was going to get Stiles to come over and help with the poster, so help him god.

In A Straight Line Down - standinginanicedress - 40k - Teen

“So you want to go to Prom with me just so you can get a plastic crown and a fifty dollar gift card to Outback Steakhouse.”

Stiles sets his jaw. He wants to go to prom with Derek because he wants to go to prom with Derek. But, of course, he's stubborn and prideful and can't admit to Derek how it's barely been twelve hours since they officially broke up and he's already barely handling it as it is, so he just raises his chin in the air and says, “yes.”

John Hughes Did Not Direct My Life - nascentgalaxies - 48k - Explicit

Stiles and Derek are childhood friends who drifted apart. When Stiles joins the lacrosse team against his will, the universe (with a little help from Laura and Lydia) chooses to push them back together.

Knot If You Don’t Knock - jsea, marguerite_26 - 13k - Explicit

Stiles never expects to present as an omega -- that's something that happens to people like Greenberg, not him. He is so wrong.

His life only gets stranger when Derek Hale mistakenly bursts through the door of his exam room during a doctor’s appointment. What happens next is a complicated series of events, including freshly baked cookies, book-carrying and surprise heats.

Oh God, He’s Hot - lupus - 6k - Explicit 

When Stiles came home a couple of days before junior year started from a summer away, he was a little more than excited to see his best friend Derek, especially now that he’d finally gotten the courage to act upon his long standing crush on the guy. There’s just one problem; somewhere in the span of three months puberty hit Derek like the bus hit Regina George and all of the sudden Derek is hot. And Stiles isn’t the only one who’s noticed.

Practice Makes Perfect* - blacktofade - 21k - Explicit

In his sophomore year, Stiles gets dragged to lacrosse tryouts by Scott and ends up practising alongside the senior captain, Derek Hale. Stiles just wants to live long enough to become a junior.

R.A.P.I.L.A - neko_fish - 7k -Teen

The first time Stiles talks to Derek Hale, it’s raining, it’s pouring, and Scott went and ditched him to ‘study’ with Allison.

(Thank you, best friend Scott.)

Roses are #FF000 - nashirah - 6k - Teen

“Roses are red,

Violets aren’t blue, they’re fucking purple,

This place is neat,

Let me buy you a Slurpee.”

Stiles finishes and looks pointedly at Derek. “They don’t make avocado Slurpees.”

“I’m filing for fake divorce,” Derek decides.

Seems To Me It’s Chemistry - HalfFizzbin - 4k - Teen

Awkward Nerd Derek has been crushing on Handsome Jock Stiles since forever—so getting paired with him on a Chemistry project is definitely the best/worst thing that's ever happened to him.

Soluble -  HalfFizzbin - 1k - Explicit

Derek comes back after summer break all hot, beardy and brace-less. Stiles honestly has no idea what everyone's freaking out about.

The Great Pretender - talktowater - 45k - Explicit

Stiles is the new kid at Beacon Hills High, class of 1958 and he's trying to make an impression. Derek can't figure out why this kid is so set on making such a bad one.

The John Wilkes (Kissing) Booth of Fundraising -  relenafanel - 4k - Teen

There are only a few people Stiles actually wants to kiss, but it turns out the students at Beacon Hills High School either aren't as discerning or (less likely) actually want to kiss him, because his shift at the horrible-terrible-idea kissing booth is oddly popular. 

Even Derek Hale shows up in line.

The Nerd Party - bibliosexual - 6k - Teen

Until this moment, Stiles wasn’t even sure Derek could read, and now he’s trying to steal Stiles’ obscure eight-hundred-page fantasy novel. What.

This Might Be Irony -  thepsychicclam - 38k - Mature

Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents' death. But Derek's in the popular group, he's a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn't have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship.

And it all begins with two white boards.

Tutor!Verse - betp - 33k - Mature

They meet when Derek is seventeen and hates history almost as much as he hates his ex, Kate, and Stiles is sixteen and taking junior-level history classes.

We Are So Intimately Rearranged* - secondstar - 28k - Explicit

A High School AU where there are no werewolves and no hunters. Stiles is getting ready for his senior year when he meets Derek at the coffee shop he works at.

What I Go To School For - goodnight_tinyhumans - 5k - Teen

Derek is having a hard time with chemistry. Stiles is one of the best students in the class. This couldn't possibly go wrong.

Worth the Wait* - Dexterous_Sinistrous - 13k - Explicit

Stiles always had a thing for Derek, but then again, so did everyone else. Stiles just wanted to be seen as different, which was why he waited. But maybe he waited a little too long.

You Can’t Dodge Stiles Stilinski - stilinskisparkles - 27k - Explicit

“And this is it?” he points at the first girl. “I saw you in first period, you barely bothered to catch any of the balls you were tossed. I’m pretty sure you spent more time on your cell.”

The girl rolls her eyes, and looks completely unashamed of the fact she had her phone out in class. Derek knows Finstock would have stepped on it.

“And you,” he points at the second girl, taller and with eyes that meet Derek’s coolly. “You can’t throw anything worth half a damn. And what are you,” he points at the boy, trying not to look him in the eye, and failing. “A hundred and fifty pounds wet?”

The boy smirks at him, and Derek looks resolutely away. He’s now desperately trying not to picture him wet.

"I can't work with this."

(You Drive Me) Crazy -  I_glitterz - 5k - Explicit

When he catches Stiles looking at him, his lip quirks up the tiniest bit and Stiles’ insides melt as his heart starts to race. A blush spreads across his face and he looks back at Scott’s love struck face when he catches Allison walking into her classroom.

He’s pretty sure he’s just as gone on Derek as Scott is on Allison, but at least Scott has a fat chance in hell with Allison.

You Look Like Bad News (I Gotta Have You) -  standinginanicedress - 38k - Explicit

Option A : violently tell Derek that they are under no circumstances ever to hook up again because it was stupid and dumb.

Option B : tell Scott the truth, stand back and watch as Scott kills Derek with his bare hands so Stiles doesn't even have to face the music. Not an option at all, actually. Expunge this from the record.

The real Option B : calmly explain to Derek that the situation is too fucked up and hey, maybe if Derek and Scott ever shake hands and make up, he and Stiles can hook up again because, man...it was great.

Option C : forget everything, charge headfirst into danger like fuckin' Bravehart and have sex with Derek all over again.

Option D : bury himself alive and wait for the worms to eat him.

You’re The Comeback Kid - capeofstorm - 45k - Mature

Derek Hale doesn't do friends, not after the fire that claimed his entire family and landed him in foster care. He just wants to graduate and get on with his life. But Laura always said he was a bleeding heart and that's how he ends up with Erica Reyes as his best friend after he helps her through a seizure one day. 

Erica's not content with being the loser epileptic anymore, not now that she's Derek's friend. She intends to become the uncrowned queen of the school because running things from behind the scenes is always fun. 

Add in Stiles Stilinski, the guy Derek can't help but notice and help with some bully trouble.

And how the hell did Erica talk him into taking Isaac Lahey under his wing?

#sterek #eternalsterek #high school #fic recs

[bvotw]

An unexpected turn to a goodbye summer party

It was the last Saturday of Summer break and McCall's pack decided that the Summer couldn't be over without a proper celebration. As Melissa was working the night shift, Scott had managed to host a small gathering of friends. But as we know, every high school small gathering ends up in a huge party in which you don't know more than 60% of the people present. That's just how things go.

''So this is how it feels..'' Malia noted. She was sitting in the steps of the front porch and for the first time, she was feeling the effects of a substance purely consumed to the sole purpose of personal enjoyment.

''Yeah it is, isn't it great?'' Isaac responded with a smile. He had just returned to Beacon Hills. He had heard all about the Dread Doctors and Chimaeras and realised that the decision of becoming an Omega hadn't been profitable to anyone. He had lost power, and Scott had needed him more than ever. However, had he really got past the fact that his girlfriend had died in Scott's arms? You know what they had, you always knew Isaac. Stop thinking about it! He would find out. Right now, he was sharing with Malia the wonders some molly can do to werewolves.

''How did you find out about this magic?'' Malia was completely stoned.

''Well, I met a fellow wolf, we exchanged experiences, I ended up learning that molly works wonder on us!'' Isaac laughed and got up to enter Scott's house. '' I must go and find Scott, he has to try this shit'', he shouted as he disappeared in the sea of people who somehow found about the party.

Fun to think about, right? Who would say, in the beginning of the sophomore year, pre bite, that Scott McCall, that loser guy that no one really knew, couldn't play lacrosse and whose sexuality was overly debated due to his proximity to Stiles, would be hosting the party of the Summer. How things change. Who would say that Stiles would now be seen as one of the popular kids and would be dating his 5ft 3, strawberry blond, green eyed dream beauty? Life was good. But they knew it wouldn't last. In Beacon Hills, it never lasted. At least, not for long.

''Scott?'' Isaac yelled for the fifth time. ''Dude, are you ok? SCOTT!?''

''Uh..Wha.. Sorry Isaac, I was completely out'' he smiled. He knew Isaac may have not forgiven him yet by the Allison scene, but he truly hoped one day he would. Isaac was a good friend, and a strong member of his pack. ''I was just thinking about how great things have been this Summer and something Deaton said the other day, but I wanna forget about that now, I want to have fun. You said You had a little somethin' for me to try?''

''First, I'm very proud of you, Mama's Boy! Trying molly? A day to remember!'' Isaac mocked him '' But yeah, I gave three tabs to Malia, it worked. I think five or six for you? That's what I take as well.''

''Well fuck it. Look at Stiles and Lydia. They just drank beer, how is that even possible?'', Stiles and Lydia were making out in the kitchen, completely unaware of the circumstances around them. ''Gimme just a moment to save them from lifelong video proof of the effect alcohol can have in you, I'll meet you outside?'' And he left without waiting for an answer, because he knew Isaac would just do what he said.

''So, i just take it like a usual tab? Swallow it with water?'' Scott asked as soon as he was outside, next to Isaac and Malia.

''I fond that it works better that way, yes'' Isaac responded, passing him a bottle of water.

''I find it to work marvellously'' said a very amused Malia, ''Please join me Scotty!''

''Well fuck it then'' Scott mumbled while swallowing the tabs. ''What now?''

''Now you enjoy the night, handsome!'' Malia exclaimed.

Firstly, he thought that it wouldn't work. That his body would just cure the high as it seemed to cure everything physical. But then it hit him. Fuck, every sensation and feeling were increased exponentially. As was his awareness of the scene around him. He wanted to scream, he wanted to dance and he wanted to live.

The party went by like any party does. People danced, people made out in random places, some random guy puked in the sink and basically everyone was having fun. Scott wondered where Stiles and Lydia were, but thinking about the stories Stiles had told him, they wouldn't want to be disturbed. He looked around to try and find someone familiar and saw Malia and Isaac waving and calling him to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with the group they were in and he joined.

''As the host, you should have the honours'', a random girl said. Jennifer? Amber? Who knows. ''C'mon McCall'' Scott spined the bottle and it pointed to Malia.

Nop, nop, I gotta get out of here. I could be there with her in a normal circumstance. With this in my system I just can't control myself. Fuck, what do I do?

''Get up Scott, gimme the best seven minutes of my life'' Malia mocked him

''Yeah sure..'' he said, with the yellowest smile possible.

They entered the room and heard Isaac starting the clock.

''If I weren't Malia right know, what would you do to me, handsome?'' Malia asked, provokingly.

''Difficult question, depends on what ''not Malia'' was up to.'' He said with a smirk

''What if she was up to a little something?'' Malia tried him. She had been trying him for the past two weeks, but his loyalty to Stiles was unbreakable. She didn't want a relationship, but she wanted to experience the lust of an Alpha, she sensed this guy was the big deal. Am I smelling lust from you Scott? Naa.. I'm imagining. Or am I not?

''Well, then I'd give her a little taste, and then find a way to finish what we had started someplace else.'' I'm I really doing this? Could her heartbeat be quicker? Somehow he could sense that her temperature was rising and he knew what it meant. She wants me as well.

''Hmmm, a little taste? I wonder..'' She was interrupted by his lips. Surprisingly soft, yet increasingly intense. She wanted to moan, but she knew there were a dozen people outside and she could live without them knowing everything that was happening.

''Something like this, you know? Something that would make her want more'' He whispered as he was planting soft kisses down her neck and jaw. ''Something that'd leave her needing more'' He was now licking and sucking her ear. ''Something that would make her beg for more'' he breathed against the soft spot behind her ear, as he found it and she moaned softly, but loud enough for Isaac to have listened. He found out he couldn't care less.

''Door is opening in 10.. 9.. 8'' Isaac was doing the countdown.

''Fuck Scott!'' She said as she tried desperately to comb her hair with fingers. How the fuck am I this wet?

'''3.. 2.. 1!'' Isaac exclaimed as he opened the room's door, revealing a very blushed Malia and a grinning Scott. What happened there was left to speculation to everyone but Isaac who despite not knowing the details (and not wanting to) knew something had happened.

''So.. who's next?'' Scott asked, as if nothing had happened. Fuck, I'm getting hard, I have to get out of this game as soon as possible. But we were the first ones to go, everyone will know what we went up to do.

''Since I'm the honorary host, me!'' Isaac spinnd the bottle and it pointed to a shy girl, that seemed pretty annoyed by being there. ''Oh, Sarah, would you give me the pleasure of your company?''

''Talking about pleasure..'' Scott whispered in Malia's ear. He was enjoying teasing her and was closely listening to her heartbeat and catching her emotions to see how far he could go. He started touching her leg, close to the hem of her skirt, but not enough to touch it. Oh my God, I can smell her wetness. Fuck, I can't get hard here.

''Scott, stop..'' Or don't, never stop, just touch me, I beg you.

'''Funny how your mouth says one thing, but I can smell your lust increasing'' He whispered as he brushed her right nipple, that was well obvious through the thin fabric of her crop top and her bikini top. ''You know, I could torture you here for the rest of the game but I have to go and get another keg. I think you have to go check on Lydia as soon as I return with the keg, and I will have to go change my shirt because I will get beer all over it when opening it.'' He winked at her and returned his hand to her leg, drawing light eights with his fingers and feeling goosebumps forming on her skin.

Malia nodded and Scott left to go and get a new keg with Danny. As he was leaving, Isaac's time was up and he seated next to Malia, complaining about what had happened, or more specifically what had not ''I mean, I wasn't expecting to fuck her there, but I was expecting a little action. She wanted Jennifer there with her, how great. What about you and Scott?'' Isaac asked grinning. ''Don't bother lying, I know something happened, and worry not, I won't tell Stiles. Where is Scott btw?''

''He went to get a new keg'' she explained, and saw Scott carrying the new keg inside. Is it just me, or that guy gets hotter by the minute? Brushing the thought, she told Isaac she was going to check on Lydia since she was completely trashed some hours ago, and went upstairs to Scott's bedroom to wait for him. Am I really doing this? Are we really doing this? Fuck, how can someone have this effect on me? How can.. Her thought was interrupted by a blow in her neck, and she caught his scent. As she turned to him, he locked the door and she kissed him. The kiss was not soft as their previous one, but a more urgent one.

Scott broke Malia's kiss and looked at her, only not with the usual sweetness that was so characteristic of his brown eyes. This look was a hungry one, in a sense that nothing had to do with food. Those eyes were full of desire and Malia almost moaned from the sight. Right there, Scott grabbed her arms and spun her around, so that her ass was in contact with his crotch. He started kissing her neck, sucking her ear and licking all of that erogenous zone while Malia stopped worrying about being heard and started letting some moans escape. ''You know Malia.. I don't think that we should wake Stiles and Lydia up. I think you can do better, don't you?''

''Hm hm, I believe I can, but who will assure you I'm enjoying your efforts?'' she smirked at herself. His hands were all over her. All over, except the specific spots she wanted them to be. They would massage her belly but wouldn't touch the waistband of her skirt. They wouldn't also go as high as the bottom of her bikini top. He would touch her arms and her hair and even her legs but she was getting anxious and frustrated. She was getting impatient.

''Oh, but I do. I can hear your increasing heart rate. I can sense how wet you are. I can smell how much you want me. But I also can smell your growing frustration.'' As he was talking, his hands would get closer and closer to where she wanted them, but they would quickly go away again. ''The thing is, and what I can't catch the scent to, how much do you want me? And how?'' He started biting her neck softly, and with each bite Malia would get even more aroused, something she could not believe to be possible at this point.

''I want... I want you to touch me everywhere.'' She managed to say through her heavy breathing. How can he even put me in such state?

''Oh, you mean like this?'' His finger lightly brushed over her nipple that was even more visible than it had been downstairs. As soon as he did, she couldn't control her moan. This made Scott proud of himself. He knew the effect he was having on her and he was enjoying every moment. But he also knew Malia was very short tempered, he had to procede carefully if he didn't want to turn what was to be the hottest sex of his life into a werewolf vs werecoyote fight.

''You know what I mean Scott, Jesus!'' What are you doing? Do I have to beg? How can he make me moan by brushing my nipple? I always thought I couldn't get horny by touching my tits.. ''Touch all of me Scott, please!''

''Should I though? Maybe you have to be more specific..'' He brushed the other nipple while sucking on her neck. He decided to give her a bit more, the begging would be left for later. He started taking her crop top and the top of her bikini off, making sure his hands touched her bare skin as little as possible. His kisses, bites and licks were descending on her spine and she was experiencing so many sensations that even the surprisingly cool air in her recently bare nipples was causing a turning on sensation.

''Scott, I've asked you, touch my breasts.'' Why are you making me get frustrated wolf boy? Her hands were on his hair and she closed them slightly to express her feelings.

''Oh, ok. Like this?'' He stopped his mouth work only to talk, but his hands were driven to her breasts as soon as she spoke. He put each palm on each boob and squeezed them, and then with his thumb and index finger, he started lightly pinching each nipple. ''Or like this?''

Malia was completely shocked at the sensation and instinctively started grinding her ass to his crotch. Scott was changing between squeezing and pinching, circling and massaging and she was getting close. And then she felt it. Against her ass, his erection was getting tired of disguising itself, it wanted to be freed. So she intensified her hip movement, until Scott took his right hand out of her right breast, continuing his work on the left and put it on her hip to stop her movement.

''You want to cum, don't you? So why won't you, Malia?'' And as he was speaking, he turned her around and started alternating between licking and sucking one breast and pinching and massaging the other. He could sense she was close. So close.

''Scott, I'm cumming, oh my god, don't stop Scott, I'm gonna..'' Her moans were interrupted by Scott's two fingers that she willingly sucked. And then the wave came, and Malia came hard, sucking on Scott's fingers. Fuck, fuck, fuck I am having this dick inside me, whatever it takes.

''Fuck Malia, you're so hot.'' He stand again, finally appreciating the sight before his eyes. He had seen her naked in some occasions, but never from this perspective. He wanted to taste every bit of this girl and god, the scent of her juices was filling the room and couldn't be ignored for long. ''This, this is what happens when you tell me what you want. But from now on, please be a bit more specific, I had to improvise a bit.'' he teased her.

''I must say you made quite an improvisation, Scotty.'' she said, still a bit out of breath. ''But I feel that you are too dressed up, don't you think?'' the tone of her voice was a mixture of mischief and challenge. She pushed him to his bed and walked towards him only with her skirt on. A vision Scott wouldn't want to get out of his mind in any near future. ''I feel like you are too cloistered to truly enjoy this moment.'' He was sat at the end of his bed, his dominant self completely covered by how surprised he was by what was happening. ''I don't even think this shirt goes with those shorts anyway'' she provoked him, as she took his shirt off. Jesus, I can't do anything more before tasting, touching and observing all this piece of sin.

''Malia..'' they shared a look and she begun touching his abs, licking his chest and teasing his nipples with little bites. Se pushed him backwards so he would be supported by his elbows. ''Malia, fuck...'' he groaned. Then, he made an attempt to stop her and take control yet again, but she was also fast.

''Ah, don't even think about it, you should know I get what I want.'' She confronted him, leaving Scott with an incredulous look on his face. Where did this determination come from? I've only given a blowjob once in my life, he's going to hate it. She started unbuckling his belt and undoing the zipper of his shorts and the reality of the situation took control over her. She had no idea what she was doing, she was going to ruin it for Scott, who had given her one of the best orgasms of her life only by touching her tits. Stop overthinking Malia, carry on, he deserves it. She pulled the waistband of his shorts in a failed attempt to get them off and Scott raised his butt from the bed to help the process. As she was helping him getting rid of them, she had an idea. If he was so eager in getting me frustrated and not giving me what e expected, I'll just do the same.

Scott just watched Malia going through some thinking process and found it adorable. Just suck it Malia.. I'm so hard for you, please suck it, please. But she didn't attend to his plead. Instead, she positioned herself in the cowgirl position, one leg at each of Scott's sides and started kissing him again. She was holding his head, her hands going through his hair as she started grinding her pelvis in his. Her skirt was short and flowy and it positioned itself as if to hid the situation that was driving them both crazy. Scott groaned in her mouth. And put both his hands to her ass.

After some time, Malia left her spot on Scott's lap and went back to the floor and kneeled down in front of him, her face levelled with his crotch. Fuck, I'm so wet that his briefs are soaked. She put her palm against his bulge and he groaned.

''Malia, if you are not comfortable doing anything, you don't have to do it, you know that, right?'' He reassured her, she looked a bit confused and like she had no clue what she would do next.

''But I want to Scott. I want you and I want to get you in my mouth. I'm not really an expert..'' Fuck, what have you done, you ruined it.

'''If you really want to, maybe I can tell you what I want?'' Scott said calmly. ''But I trust you to do you, just go at your own pace.''

Malia touched his dick again, softly brushing it through the fabric and watched his face. Yeah, not bad so far. So she put her hand inside his briefs and felt her first real scare of the night. Scott's dick was bigger than Stiles'. Fuck, if I couldn't get Stiles completely in my mouth, this is going to be a disaster. But she ignored the thought. She pulled it out and started stroking his length while Scott took the briefs off completely, always mantaining eye contact. She then lowered her head, not breaking the eye contact and planted a kiss on his tip. Then she started planting soft kisses down his dick until she reached his balls and licked all the way to the tip again. She decided to take the tip inside her mouth, sucking on it, and got an immense relief when Scott closed his eyes shut. Well, maybe I can do this after all. She started slowly bobbing on his cock, always stroking it with her hand and suctioning on it. As she felt more comfortable, she would take more and more of him in her mouth.

''Maybe spit on it, it'll lubricate and i'll make it easier for you..' he asked while breathing heavily and she did as she was asked. '' Fuck Malia, you're doing so great'' he groaned as he put his left hand on her head. This girl is getting it rough afterwards. He was getting close. So, so close. It was a combination of everything since downstairs, being her helplessness before, while he was touching her and the scent of her surprisingly increasing arousal the main factors. Then he looked at her and realised she was grinding her own leg, stimulating herself and that did it for him. ''I'm going to cum Malia, oh fuck, fuck....''

She wasn't sure if she wanted to swallow his cum, so she instinctively took him out of her mouth and jerked him off, making him release all over her breasts. Shit, do I look like a porn star?

''Someday, you'll explain me what you were worried about... but not now because you might as well be the hottest sight my eye has caught in 17 years.'' Scott returned to his dominant self, now a completely naked one. He pinched her nipple and collected some of his cum with his finger putting it in Malia's mouth, which she sucked. ''If you ever wondered, that's how it tastes, if you want to swallow someday. I'll never ask you to, though.'' Scott helped her to her feet and in a fraction of a second, they had switched places. He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself, giving her another towel ''Clean your tits Malia, I want to watch you doing it'' Jesus, I want to fuck you raw Malia.. too bad birth control doesn't even work on you. '''Don't you think those panties are completely soaked? I mean, they soaked my briefs a while ago..'' as he was speaking, he was getting rid of your skirt and your panties.

''Scott, please. I'm so turned on. I'm so wet for you, I want your touch, please.'' She whimpered. Just eat me out, lick me until there's no more left. Bury your face in my pussy. She didn't want to say these words, but she also knew he would do all in his power to make her do so.

Scott started licking, kissing, biting and sucking every inch of her lower stomach, while pinching her nipples now and then. ''Like this?'' he knew he was driving her insane and he could see her pussy shining with her juices. Control Scott, control. In due time you'll do what you really want to do. So he got closer. Her scent was driving him crazy, and he could feel his dick coming to life yet again.

''C'mon you know what I mean!'' she exclaimed frustrated

''You know what you have to do to get what you want...'' he said, enjoying her frustrated look. He was using all of his power of control to stop him from putting two fingers inside her.

''Fucking eat me out, lick me until there's no more left, bury your handsome face in my pussy and make me cum'' she exclaimed, sick of waiting. WHAT HAVE I JUST SAID, oh my god.

''Oh, say no more, but you could have asked nicer though.'' he grinned at her, before blowing at her belly button and starting to descend his sucking. As he reached her slit, she parted her legs to give him more access and he used his index and middle finger to massage her clit, action which made her moan. Scott started kissing her groin, licking both sides, and the the external folds, never stoping the pinching and the circling around her bud. He then started licking her entrance, entering just a bit with his tongue and then stopped his fingers, moved them to Malia's entrance and inserted his two fingers inside her, curling them and make her moan more frantically. She can't make so much noise.. someone will interrupt us and I'm hard as fuck.. ''Malia, suck on your fingers for me, will ya?''.

Malia couldn't control herself, and when he had started fingering her, her heart almost had stoped. Now Scott had added his tongue work around her clit to his finger game and he was also sucking her bud and giving it light very faint bites. Oh shit, I want to enjoy this for as long as it lasts but I just can't avoid it much longer. How can he do this to me? Did my body have all this places hidden or his simply HIS touch doing the job? ''Scott, I can't hold it much longer, I'm going...to.. cuuum'' Oh shit!

''So don't... that's right'' he watched amazed as she came around his fingers, while he was circling her clit with his thumb. Jesus, how am I this hard again? Fucking Malia. While she was still regaining her breath, he raised her from the bed and placed her head in his pillow, kissing her. He supported himself with one arm, and caressed her face with the other. ''What will you have me do?'' he asked provokingly while putting on a condom.

''Fuck me. I beg you to fuck me. I beg you to fuck me so rough I won't be able to walk straight for several hours. I beg you to pound me as hard as you can.'' If this won't work, what will.

''Now this is talking, my dear'' and has he said, he grabbed her ankles and put one on each of his shoulders. Then, he positioned himself at her entrance, looked at Malia, which was with her head up, biting her lip, and entered her seeing how much of him she could take. She gasped and he started thrusting slowly at first, until she took him all, and then he increased his pace, thrusting harder as well. ''You feel so good Malia, fuck''.

With each thrust, Malia found herself wanting more and more. Another orgasm was building up inside her and she started playing with her nipples, much to replicate what Scott was doing before, and the sensation was wonderful. How can he do this so right?  ''Scott, that's so good''

Scott found himself getting too excited and decided to chance tactics. He entered her completely and stoped, hugged her and rolled over, getting her on top. If I let her ride me, I'll come now....fuck, too late.

Malia got the hint and started riding him, going up and down on his length, stoping now and then and circling her hips. They were looking at each other's eyes and the moment got too intense for Scott, so he started sucking on her nipples. ''Scott, I'm cuming, I can't control it this time... it's.. too ... intense'' You please shut my mouth, I'm going to scream.

Somehow he managed to put three fingers in her mouth, which she sucked while groaning. He was feeling her pussy walls clenching around his dick and he knew how he wanted to finish. He took his dick out, picked up a trembling Malia and laid her on her stomach. He spread her butt cheeks to give him access and positioned himself at her vagina. As he entered her, he closed her legs and put his hand behind her, pressing and pinching her clit as he started thrusting. Now that she was used to his size, he could thrust harder, which he did. She was moaning and he let her taste herself, by giving her his fingers to suck. ''Malia, I'm coming...''

''Just don't stop, please... Scott... Fuck Scott...''

Scott groaned as he came and soon after, he felt her coming around him. He gave themselves a moment to catch their breath before getting out of her and removing the condom. He went to clean himself up and she joined him in the bathroom.

''Jesus Scott. I hate you.'' She punched his arm jokingly. ''You can't have sex like this and then don't want to do it again. Like all the time''

''Hmm, why would we only do this once? This was hot.'' He said confused

''Well, mainly because I've dated Stiles.. But I guess we just have to tell him?''

''Malia... he knows you like me. He told me the other day. And he is ok with it. He is not ok, but he is with Lydia now and he knows he can't control your love life anymore'' Scott explained.

''So.. you told him you liked me back?

''Not by those words, I mean, we were playing fuck, marry, kill... But yeah, I told him I was interested.''

''Fuck you.. got your wish?'' she asked, visibly annoyed.

''No.. this was better than I could ever imagine.''

''Idiot, let's go downstairs? The music still on, Isaac is never going to shut up about this, will he?

''No.. I don't think he will'' Scott smiled, this time with all the sweetness in his look, and scratched his head as he took her hand with the other.

#teenwolf #scottcmcall #maliatate #heavysmut

[hungeryliar]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Past Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski - Relationship, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Past Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore - Relationship Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Jackson Whittemore, Teen Wolf Cast, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Original Child Character(s), Original Hale Character(s), Talia Hale, Danny Mahealani, Cora Hale, Laura Hale, Derek Hale's Father, William Hale- OC, Jennifer Blake Additional Tags: Stiles Stilinski-centric, Rating May Change, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Derek Hale, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Hidden Marriage AU, Stiles Stilinski is an Argent, Stiles Stilinski is a Little Shit, Actor AU, Alternate Universe - Hollywood, Sort Of, Strangers to Lovers, I know it looks bad but Allison isn't the bad guy here, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Non-Werewolf Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Alpha Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Actor Stiles Stilinski, BAMF Stiles, CEO Derek Hale, Single Parent Derek Hale, the Argents are still a hunter family, but they're also a business mogul family, Derek Hale is Bad at Feelings, Crack Treated Seriously, Omega Allison Argent, Drama & Romance, Jackson Whittemore is a Hale, Jackson Whittemore is a Little Shit, Alternate Universe - No Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), or like, Alternate Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), The Hale Family (Teen Wolf) Lives, There we go!, Out of Character, Gonna try to keep them in character as possible, but tbh i havent watched teen wolf since high school, and this au is gonna make it hard anyway, this will not have 2000 chapters like full marks, Kid Fic, holy shit thats a lot of tags, the Hales are MEGARICH, there's some light squicky things in the beginning, some dubcon inherent to abo and also to full marks, my apologies, its not really prevalent enough to archive warn i think but i'll change it if anyone asks me to, No Beta- We die like men!, my professors say i have a tendency to switch tenses without noticing, so please let me know if i fuck something up, Age Difference, not that big but still big, Aged-Up Character(s), i should mention there's gonna be some smut-adjacent scenes, not very many, Not Beta Read, Cora Hale is a Little Shit, Cora Hale Ships It Summary:

Stiles has had quite the eventful, yet short 22 years of life. He'd uprooted himself from life with his adoptive family and given up his dreams of becoming a world-famous actor as a teenager to marry his childhood sweetheart-an alpha that ended up lying to him, then let his family send him away after a traumatic accident before shacking up with his sort-of sister instead. Sort of a shitty start, but Stiles is ready to pick himself up and dust himself off!

Now, Stiles is ready to take the world by storm in his first big role in a major production!

But before all that happens, he's got to figure out what to do about this weird pack that seems to have imprinted on him after he accidentally saved their youngest child. Oh, but Baby Wulf is too cute! He can deal with Derek Hale's peculiarities if it meant he got to spend time with his adorable daughter- ah, but Derek is super hot and no alpha has treated Stiles this well in... well, forever.

Chapter 4 is up, y’all.

#ao3 #ao3 sterek #sterek #sterek fics #living well

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Could you please rec me any fics where the Sheriff protects/stands up for/comforts Stiles. I've been reading a lot of fics where the Sheriff is a less than great dad and I really want one where the Sheriff proves he loves his son and would do anything for him. Please and thank you and may the fan fiction gods bless you

Here’s some good parent Sheriff,@feminismfox! And our Stilinski Family Feels tag for more. - Anastasia

Get It Together by atimeforflores

(1/1 I 651 I General I Stiles/Parrish)

Both Stiles and Parrish are oblivious to each other's attraction for the other, but the sheriff sees it. The sheriff eventually gets sick of the romantic/sexual tension and tricks them to go into a cell, a cell of love.

Backtrack by inhystereks

(1/1 I 1,036 I General I No Pairing)

Sheriff Stilinski is tired of all the lies.

One way it could have gone down by almaruth

(1/1 I 1,636 I Teen I No Pairing)

Sheriff Stilinski is not stupid, and he loves his son. Stiles, in turn, loves his dad - and that plus his concern for Scott give us a whole new (series of) outlook(s).

Dinner in family by Agata_Ridlle

(1/1 I 1,909 I Teen I Sterek)

Sheriff Stilinski is happy cause he is in home early and will have a nice dinner with Stiles.

Ad Rem by sherlocksimpaladoctorskanima

(1/1 I 2,173 I Teen I Sterek)

"I think we need to stop being such fucking idiots about this and get together. It's time, Derek. "

Well, that was certainly unexpected.

she's just in the background by Shadowstar

(1/1 I 5,098 I Teen I Sterek)

Kara just wants to help. More than anything. Even when she manages to stick her foot in it, repeatedly.

Hospital For Souls by ATaleOfTwoCaitlins

(5/? I 7,557 I Teen I Sterek)

Breathe in. 1, 2, 3, 4.

Hold it. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

Breathe out. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

Stiles was used to managing his anxiety on his own, despite his father's best efforts to get him to open up. However, at the arrival of a shrink with a decidedly different approach, Stiles begins to realise that he doesn't have to deal with things alone. That he can let someone into his life without having to have them leave. He discovers that he can breathe on his own, but breathes deeper in company.

Nothing but a Note by adult_disneyprincess (orphan_account)

(2/2 I 8,008 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills.

Jealousy; An Interesting Shade of Green by PolarisTheYoungWolf

(1/1 I 9,397 I Explicit I Sterek)

Would you please write a story for me one where Derek can't understand why he and his wolf feel so possessively jealous over Stiles.It was never this way when he was dating Paige,Kate or Jennifer in fact he's pretty sure he didn't do the jealous thing before meeting Stiles.Now everyone who even looks at Stiles with the smallest hint of lust makes him want to rip their throats out with his teeth even certain members of his own pack.You can make this either explicit or not which ever you feel happiest with and Stiles can be male or female.It would be great if you could have Stiles not aware of how Derek feels at first {it's totally not one sided Stiles really likes Derek as well} and that it's either Jackson or Isaac that has Derek growling jealously thank you.

False Dawn (Stiles, it's called zodiacal light) by ElisAttack

(3/3 I 11,145 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles wakes up in the middle of the woods with no memory of how he got there.

Or the one where Stiles can't die, but people keep hurting him anyway.

Forming a Pack and a Family by babigurl21793

(31/31 I 27,479 I Mature I Sterek)

After the showdown with Gerard the pack has gotten closer, except for Scott. Relationships, both romantic and friendly, are forming and life is good in the newly built Hale house. But can this happiness last? Or will someone close to the pack try to sabotage them?

Choosing you by babigurl21793

(17/17 I 34,380 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Stiles has been training for his magic, Isaac and Stiles are close friends, Scott is not a very good alpha, Erica and Boyd escaped the alpha pack and ran away. Derek returns. Feelings are made known and things change.

Alpha and Luna by kurenohikari

(20/20 I 44,745 I General I Sterek)

After killing his uncle Derek thinks about what he had done and what a monster he is. However, he tries to not fall into despair because he has a new Beta to take care of. Will he be able to do it on his own? Or will he have help?

Bruises and Bitemarks by oblivions172

(26/27 I 103, 610 I Explicit I Sterek)

Biologically, Stiles is weak. When he presented as an omega, he knew that to be the truth but that never stopped him from running his mouth as a defense mechanism. However, it could only save him so many times before he ended up pissing off the wrong person. After he's attacked in the parking lot outside of school, Stiles realizes he can no longer protect himself with just pure wit and sarcasm. When the attack lands him in the hospital, his dad forces him to pick between two options, report the alphas who attacked him or join a kickboxing gym run by omega rights activist and alpha, Derek Hale, a man Stiles has been in love with for many years.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #no pairing #stilinski family feels #sheriff stilinski #feminismfox

[stereksummerexchange]

That’s Debatable

@simplysparklingtapanga | AO3 

by @sunshinexlollipops

Stiles is known for not being a run-of-the-mill omega.

He’s mouthy, stubborn, strongly opinionated, and he doesn’t appreciate egotistical alphas in the slightest. In fact, he’ll tell them exactly where to shove it— … if he could. Sadly, when you’re in a Contemporary Issues class at school with a teacher who loves write-ups, one must curb the tongue to some degree.

Even when lacrosse star and alpha Derek Hale is being a massive asshole, and continues to argue with Stiles every chance he gets.

Contemporary Issues is like a gift for Stiles.

While others are merely placed here because it’s senior year, and a credit means freedom at this point, for Stiles, this is paradise.

Getting to tell alphas who think with their knots to shove it? To discredit social expectations for omegas, as well as the legal side of things? A place where he can debate and tear down opposing opinions with facts and his sharp wit?

It’s a solid yes. With grabby hands.

It’s not that much of a surprise. After all, he’s somewhat known for the paper he wrote about male circumcision his junior year. But, he’s mainly known for being an omega who thinks a different way and will let you know about it.

So, when it’s the first day of school, and every kid is groaning about, Stiles shows up to his Contemporary Issues class — first period, which means he’s been blessed to have it every morning yes — with a grin on his face and a bounce in his step. Some kids are honestly taken aback by his enthusiasm as he picks his desk near the back wall in the corner, and they eye him groggily with either confusion or distaste.

But it’s alright. Stiles isn’t going to be in this class to please anyone. In fact, it’s the exact opposite.

And, right on cue, he gets the first objector.

“Oh god, Stilinski is in here?”

“Jackson, so happy to see you,” Stiles smiles as the alpha glares his way, choosing a seat that is the furthest from Stiles, which happens to be right by the door, “Tell me, how does your hand compare to Lydia after the break-up?”

Jackson’s face blotches up red, unlike the beta orange of his irises, “You little—“

“Bilinski, you’re in here!?”

Stiles smiles as Jackson sits down at his desk in silenced frustration— meanwhile, Finstock is frowning in the doorway, “Sure am.”

Finstock makes a quick motion of the cross on his chest and then sighs as he enters the room.

Oh, this is gonna be so fun. He can’t wait till the first assignment.

A lot of other students start filing into the room then, and thankfully Jackson has had some of his social circle join him, so he’s too preoccupied with them to really give Stiles an earful more than he already has. It leaves Stiles alone, though, he’s kind of used to it at this point.

He’s never been liked by the majority for who he is.

And, as if the universe wanted some cosmic irony for that statement, in comes Beacon Hills High School’s prized student— lacrosse Captain and respected alpha, Derek Hale.

Stiles groans under his breath, because it seems like the asshole circle is complete. Pretty much the all-stars of the lacrosse team are in this class, and Stiles has no doubt that Finstock pulled some strings to get so many of them on his roll call outside of the locker room.

But more than anything, Stiles knows about Derek. He’s heard things, and while they are rumors, he’s caught Derek in action.

Stiles has seen how he left his girlfriend Jennifer Blake in a broken, mascara-teared messes in the hallway. He’s seen Derek pull into the parking lot in his black Camaro and rev it a couple times, just because he wants more people to look at his already envied ride.

And, there’s that time freshman year, before Stiles presented as an omega, that he tried to join the lacrosse team with his best friend, Scott.

It didn’t go well, and Derek ran laps around them both with a smirk on his face. Stiles even fell and twisted his ankle because Derek’s lacrosse stick tripped him, and he didn’t even offer to help or do anything when Scott had to help Stiles off the field. In fact, all Stiles got to hear was his thunderous cry when Finstock announced Derek was officially on the team.

So ever since then, Stiles hasn’t exactly been fond of Derek Hale, unlike what seems to be the entire student body. Compared to the disappoint he gave to people, Derek’s arrival makes everyone in the class smile some, and Finstock even cheers.

Well… maybe this isn’t going to be as great as he expected.

Ugh.

But maybe there is such a thing as small favors, because right after Derek sits down, Stiles is greeted to the best mop of hair ever.

“Scott!” Stiles grins, throwing his arms up in the air.

“Great, we have the wonder twins now,” Derek gripes as others groan.

Stiles normally would shoot something back, but he is too happy to see Scott— his platonic soulmate, he’s here!

Scott smiles at Stiles and walks in, quickly taking the seat by Stiles.

“Dude, I was wondering who would have this class with me,” Stiles lightly hits Scott’s shoulder, “Why didn’t you text me or say anything about your schedule?”

“Didn’t get it until this morning,” Scott huffs out an exhale, and he quickly takes a hit from his puffer before continuing, “The guidance office had to print it out for me. Otherwise, I would’ve called you first thing.”

Stiles shrugs, still smiling, “Eh, either way, you’re still here, man, so how could I complain?”

Even with Derek Hale present, Stiles at least has Scott, so there shouldn’t be any problems.

***

There’s a problem. A major one.

And, of course, it involves Derek Hale.

It’s the third day of school, and now things are finally starting to settle into the motions.

Finstock can’t keep dragging his feet, and instead of a get-to-know-me worksheet and a bare-boned PowerPoint introducing them to the class they already know about, he’s forced to start handing out actual classwork.

Which meant that, finally, Stiles was going to be able to do what he loved most— debating.

He was practically vibrating in his seat as Finstock announced the topic for the day: the average dropout rate, per secondary sex, over a course of ten years.

There was an article printed onto another sheet that is stapled to the assignment, and Stiles read through it rather fast. After all, he’s like a sponge when it comes to information— he absorbs it at a phenomenal rate.

And, one he was done looking over various graphs outlying the data and statistics, Stiles was ready to go, answering each question with quick scrawls of his pen.

He could help but smile when he was done, and wait for the discussion end of things.

However, that’s when his problem with Derek Hale arose.

“So,” Finstock started, looking at his own printout of the article, “What did you have to think about the outcome of this study? Why did more alphas and omegas manage to make it through this educational hellhole?”

Stiles raised his hand with eagerness. He was so ready to school his class. He was actually looking forward to it.

But then Derek Hale just raises his hand, looking smug and like he understands the way the world works simply because he’s on top of it, and of course, Finstock lets him go first because he is.

“I think,” Derek started, and people were turning around in their seats to hear what the big, bad alpha had to say, “it shows that more and more people are refusing to bond nowadays. There have been a lot of programs and preventives put in place to where an alpha could, to put it simply, Coach, smash and dash an omega.”

The whole class laughed and giggled at Derek’s words, and Finstock even chuckled.

It made Stiles seethe.

He held his hand up straight, gaze locked into Finstock who seemed to make sure to do a thorough sweep of the room before finally calling on Stiles.

“Well, I think,” Stiles started with a bit of a tone, and he ignored the way he could hear the eye rolls from Derek and his posse, “it’s because, while there have been more preventives put in place, that bonding traditionally has become less of a priority for the modern-day omega. The study mentions,” there was a small collective groan that suspiciously sounds like a particular group of alphas, “that there was a small questionnaire given to multiple high schools while they were collecting attendance information. From the last study year, over seventy-five percent of the omegas wrote that they didn’t want to bond until after college, somewhere around their thirties, compared to previous twenty-five percent at the beginning of the study. So, while things may be changing in the terms of ‘smashing and dashing,” Stiles made sure to send a quick glare to Derek before he continued, “there has also been a lot of change in the minds of omegas. It’s more so of a progressive development rather than anything suggestive.”

Finstock nodded, as did a few other students. Which, good, they needed to be able to think for themselves outside of Derek’s circle.

“Good point, Stilinski. But I’m afraid that both of you have valid points.”

There was a squawk from both Stiles and Derek then.

“What do you mean, Coach?” Derek asked, and he seemed a bit offended, “Stilinski doesn’t—“

“He does,” Finstock explained, but before Stiles could celebrate he adds, “but that doesn’t mean he’s won the argument.”

Which yeah, Stiles’ fire died out a little as Derek held his chin up higher.

Scott swallowed uneasily, like he wasn’t sure how to gauge anything, especially with the way Stiles gripped onto the edge of his desk out of frustration.

“The point about this class is that there are a lot of issues that involve varying morals and opinions. While you can be wrong when it comes to your facts being incorrect, but your perspectives? Not so much. This is why you see so many debates, so many arguments over these issues in politics. There is not a wrong or a right that is exact. You two could stay here and bicker back and forth the whole school year, but it won’t make a difference of who’s more in the right than the other.”

Stiles then looked over to Derek, and he met the alpha’s gaze. They stared at one another, and then Derek puffed up his chest, and Stiles’ gaze narrowed.

“Wait… No. No— ignore what I said,” Finstock urged from his desk after he noticed their rivalry blossoming, “Don’t actually try and bicker the whole school year—“

“But—” Derek started, and the entire class then starts to look between Derek and Stiles like they aren’t sure what they are witnessing.

“Oh god,” Finstock croaked.

“—the article also mentions addition programs dedication to sexual and mating education, as well as additional actions being put in place, like passing out condoms and other items out to the student body. Specifically, with alphas and omegas, there are new policies about things like sports and locker rooms, bathrooms, and other things in which there were high rates of accidental matings occurring due to exposure, and those rates dropped after those measures were taken.”

Stiles rolled his eyes lightly, “Sure, the article did mention that—“

“Here we go…”

“—but like I also stated, there were questionnaires passed out at the schools this data was collected from. They stated they saw a significant change in the mentality of omegas towards matings and alphas in general that showed that, despite these programs offering safer environments and alternatives, omegas weren’t wanting to be with an alpha in any way till far later than before. There was even a drop in unsafe sexual activity outside of school, so it wasn’t just because they told the janitors to check the stalls every other five minutes that things shifted in a different direction.”

“Okay, sure, but—“

“This is going to be a long year,” Finstock sighed alongside the rest of the class, and he collapsed in his rolling chair, face in his hands and his body sagging with resignation towards his doom.

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[downthatrabbitholewego]

March 2017

This is a compilation of fics that I've read/re-read over the past month. Faves get a star ( ★ ). There is also a separate fic rec page for my favorites here, if you'd like to check that out. :)

MONTH: March, 2017 | (older lists)

▶▶ a little advice for aspiring fires by The Byger (Byacolate) Explicit | 42,182w Regardless of his sadly lacking social circle, Stiles was going to have to get some physical contact or he was going to explode. Seriously. It'd be messy and Derek would probably become even more emotionally constipated having to clean up little bits of Stiles from his pristine walls and furniture.

▶▶ Among the Famous Living Dead by standinginanicedress Explicit | 103,483w "Okay," Stiles leans over the book, finger on his chin, while Derek stands there beside him with a frown on his face, "we have the pig's blood." "They loved that at the butcher shop," Derek mutters, rubbing his hand along his jaw. "I'll take three quarts of pig's blood. Not like this town doesn't already think I'm some sort of fucking pervert anyway." "We have the hair you picked off his clothes," Stiles points to the tiny Ziploc bag with a handful of Scott hairs tucked safely inside, and Derek grimaces. "We have the candles. We have the snake. Now we just need an object of the deceased." He furrows his brow as he leans over the book some more, cocking his head. "It says the object can be anything that was deeply personal to the deceased. Like a piece of sentimental jewelry or a cherished trinket or even a favorite song." Derek snorts. "Yeah. Let’s just listen to fucking Blink-182 and summon the devil." "Right?" Stiles laughs, high and hysterical, manic almost. Derek laughs, and Stiles laughs, and it's not funny. It's really not funny.

▶▶ benefits of getting stood up by haleofStilesheart Teen And Up | 3,822w Stiles is pissed. He's cold. He's wet. And to top it all off he got stood up that morning. Worst Valentine's Day ever.

▶▶ Come with Me and Walk the Longest Mile by DevilDoll ★ Explicit | 39,275w Stiles shouldn't accept rides from werewolves he meets behind abandoned convenience stores. In which the zombie apocalypse is just one of their worries.

▶▶ Dancing Baby Boy by literaryoblivion General | 2,185w The talks with the Logan and Smithson packs are not going well. Derek’s already been in Colorado (the agreed upon neutral territory between the three of them) for a week and the way their negotiations and discussions are going, it looks like they’ll all be there for at least another week, if not two. All Derek wants is to be done, go home, and hold Stiles and their son Noah in his arms as he falls asleep.

▶▶ Disappear Here by AgnesBlue Mature | 28,539w Wounded in a fire that killed off his entire family, Derek wants nothing more than to be left alone as he finishes off his senior year in high school. That all changes when omega Stiles Stilinski asks him to help him through his first heat.

▶▶ Don't Worry Baby by Idday ★ Teen And Up | 4,815w Stiles and Derek, in letters, through the years.

▶▶ little spoon by kalpurna ★ Explicit | 20,276w "You know you're allowed to ask for vanilla sex, right?" he says, afterwards. "We can do whatever you want. That's kind of the point." Derek doesn't respond.

▶▶ Down the Rabbit Hole by KuriKuri General | 3,953w His hind paw catches on a rock and he goes down, crashing onto his stomach, the wind abruptly forced from his lungs. He tries to scramble to his feet – paws, whatever – but he can already sense a large figure hovering over him, trapping him in. He makes a break for it anyway, though, desperately trying to escape, but a large muzzle with rows of sharp teeth is already descending on him and – – and Derek Hale is going to eat him to death. And not even in a sexy way. Then Derek finally will become a murderer, and his dad will have to identify his body by scraping bits of his rabbit intestines off of Derek's wolf-y canines. All because he didn't warn his werewolf friends off from their usual late night hunts, because then he'd have to admit that he's a fucking wererabbit.

▶▶ Falling by Britt_pknapp, Kal213 Teen And Up | 5,736w Since the King and Queen declared the threat of the local dragon too great, the forests were considered off-limits. That should have been that. Derek should have finally been left alone, save the few out of town merchants that simply didn't know better. He didn't take kindly to trespassers in his territory, and none ever survived to tell the tale. After all, he's a red dragon, the most feared of all the dragons. He lives alone, and he likes it that way, never entertaining his family, and never entertaining friends. His territory is his, and he's proven time and time again that he'll protect it by any means necessary. Until one day, when Derek saw him, a human, wandering in his territory. A trespasser that throws Derek's world on its side.

▶▶ gorgeous beards of bhu by bibliosexxual Teen And Up | 2,238w Then there's the day she posts a picture of The Guy. His face is spattered with what looks suspiciously like blood, and there are a bunch of jagged rips in his shirt, like he got into a fight with something with claws. Even like that, he's still one of the hottest people Stiles has ever seen.

▶▶ How to Woo Your Local Omega by alocalband Explicit | 2,703w Stiles knows a pity gift when he sees one. Mostly because that's all he's ever gotten from anyone since the moment he hit puberty.

▶▶ I'll Be Seeing You by thepsychicclam Explicit | 81,489w In the summer of 1941, with the country on the brink of war, diner waiter Stiles meets Derek Hale, an army soldier just passing through Beacon Hills.

▶▶ Magic Bullet by matildajones Teen And Up | 10,345w Derek's only comfort over the past few years has been a novel written by his favorite author. When he decides to teach it at an entry level university course he doesn't expect a fiery student to disagree with everything he says...

▶▶ Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf by lielabell Mature | 35,458w Derek doesn't do pining. He doesn't. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

▶▶ prince in training by bibliosexxual ★ Teen And Up | 2,850w Stiles thought the most annoying thing about suddenly being a royal heir to a small eastern European kingdom he’s never heard of would be the hyper-aggressive paparazzi, but he was dead wrong. The most annoying thing is actually Derek Hale, the guy Stiles' grandmother hired to teach Stiles how not to screw this up.

▶▶ second chances off highway 1 by bleep0bleep Teen And Up | 2,380w It's four am at Hale's, and Stiles Stilinski has just walked back into Derek's life.

▶▶ Somewhere Down the Road (You Might Get Lonely) by anodyneer Teen And Up | 8,616w Right after Stiles graduated high school, Derek got very drunk and sang a karaoke love song to him - and Stiles was so mind-numbingly drunk himself that he didn't understand or remember. Six years later, Stiles finally finds out what really happened that night, and he tracks Derek down to try to make things right. (I swear, this isn't as cracky as it sounds.)

▶▶ starry eyed and nerdified by haleofStilesheart General | 2,392w For the past two weeks Stiles has been leaving Derek anonymous love notes. Derek finally guesses who his secret admirer is.

▶▶ This Might Be Irony by thepsychicclam ★ Mature | 38,340w Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents' death. But Derek's in the popular group, he's a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn't have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship. And it all begins with two white boards.

▶▶ Turn a Little Faster by skoosiepants Teen And Up | 3,207w He shifts back and forth on his feet and tries to psych himself up. He can do this. He's a badass werewolf, he can totally tell Stiles that they accidentally got werewolf married because—because Stiles was thinking about him, and happened to give him a token of his, uh, affection under the silvery light of the last full moon. Platonic affection, Derek thinks sourly, so he doesn't get why his wolf feels all warm and fuzzy and bonded all of a sudden. Honestly, it's like—why aren't people accidentally getting werewolf married all the time, if it happens this easily?

▶▶ turn the other cheek by redhoodedwolf Teen And Up | 12,465w Derek Hale was not born a werewolf. Stiles Stilinski was not born with a soulmark.

▶▶ Visual Confirmation by alocalband Teen And Up | 1,522w Derek's been back in Beacon Hills for nearly three weeks, and Stiles has yet to lay eyes on him.

▶▶ we can take our time by KouriArashi Explicit | 17,476w Tact and social mores are completely relegated to the back of Derek's brain, and without thinking, he blurts out, "Did you spend your heat alone?" Stiles' head jerks around in surprise, and then he flushes pink and looks away. His voice comes out brusque and unfriendly. "Not that it's any of your business, but I spend every heat alone."

▶▶ without really meaning it by obroech N/A | 1,911w Watching Derek dote on someone is hard – harder than Stiles thought it would ever be, despite the fact he knows it's insincere; despite the fact it's the job and nothing more.

▶▶ Untitled Tumblr Ficlet by bibliosexxual N/A | 4,162w It's probably not a good sign that when he opens his eyes and sees a gangly teenage boy in a red hoodie and grubby-looking black fingerless gloves standing over him, he doesn't startle. His claws don't come out; his eyes don’t flash. He just feels... resigned. "You live like this?" the guy says, soft. Almost pitying. "I mean. You actually live here?"

▶▶ Untitled Tumblr Ficlet by hoechlbutt N/A | 3,044w Prompt: A Sterek secret admirer AU

▶▶ Untitled Tumblr Ficlet by pantstomatch N/A | 1,496w Derek says, "What do you know about unicorns?" Stiles yawns and says, "A surprising amount for a teenage boy."

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[hale-of-stiles-heart]

Can we suggest prompts from that list u reblogged? Bc if so, can you try 4 pls?

So, this somehow turned into a 11k monstrosity. Hope you enjoy it! And as always, also on ao3! (Thinking about turning this into a series, what do y’all think?)

One would think that after living his entire life ― almost twenty nine years now ― as a werewolf Derek would be used to the exhaustion and disorientation that came with the morning after a full moon. One would think that he would be used to the insufferable cottonmouth often accompanied by the humiliating realization that he had made some poor little woodland creature his meal, finding clumps of fur and bits of flesh around his mouth.

One would also think that he would be used to waking up completely naked, or at the very least nearly so, in the most random of places, ranging from the roof of his family’s home in the preserve to an unfamiliar parking lot across town. One might think that he would be used to the sensory overload the full moon brought with it, every sense heightened and intensified, a wave of primordial instincts rushing to the forefront of his mind.

One might think that he would be used to actually being a werewolf. But one would be wrong.

Because each and every month, without fail, Derek was overwhelmed by the thrall of the full moon and all its influencing effects. In mere moments, the control he worked so hard to maintain, in both his personal and professional lives, was shattered the instant the moon rose above the treetops.

Like clockwork, he and most of his family succumbed to their lupine instincts, the moonlight baptizing them each month, letting them shed their human burdens and be reborn in the night. It was like a cocktail of adrenaline and endorphins being shot into their veins, invigorating them the way nothing else on earth possibly could.

Most took to the woods, in either full or beta shift, spending the night hunting white-tailed and mule deer, whetting their ravenous appetites with fresh venison, painting their lips and fangs with warm blood. Others spent the time satisfying their more carnal desires, locking themselves behind closed doors with their mates to romp around in the sheets, testing both the limits of the Hale House’s soundproofing and the integrity of the headboards.

Personally, Derek preferred the thrill of the hunt, having no mate or partner by any stretch of the imagination, spending his night on four paws instead of two feet. He reveled in the carefree rush of chasing down prey, his eyes glittering yellow in the dark depths of the forest as he brought a buck to bay, sinking his fangs into the ungulate’s throat.

But he was also prone to wander, especially after his eating his fill of freshly killed deer or elk, his entire pack poking fun at his ‘lone wolf’ tendencies as they had been dubbed, wandering away the from the pack for seemingly no reason. Usually, he didn’t remember his little episodes of midnight wanderlust, only recalling catching wind of the most wondrous scent he had ever even dreamed of encountering, drawn to it like a moth to the flame, or rather a wolf to the moon.

His sisters, and more often than not his uncle and even both of his parents, constantly teases him about the mysterious siren scent he kept finding himself inexplicably attracted to, it luring him like the sweetest ambrosia. Their ribbing was mostly tolerable, a necessary evil he had grown accustomed to throughout his childhood of growing up with all of his family, both immediate and extended, living under the same roof.

But what was truly insufferable was the fact that his mother insisted that it was the scent of his mate, thus why it was so very intoxicating to him, sometimes going off on unbelievably embarrassing tangents about how she had met their father. It was a story they had all heard a million times before, the details burned into their memories, with a few more sordid details added once they were old enough.

It was such a foolishly romantic notion that it couldn’t possibly be true, an old omega’s tale of true mates and the moon’s heavenly light guiding couples, together though, admittedly, he found the idea of mates rather palatable. He was bolstered by the knowledge that somewhere out there in the world was someone absolutely perfect for him, someone who complemented him completely.

Where he was shy and at times cold and distant, his mate would be extroverted and exuberant and warm. Where he was more domestic and content at home, his mate would be adventurous and energetic, loud where he was quiet. His mate would be the day to his night, the sun to his moon. And it would be perfect.

The very thought appealed to him a great deal, especially with his less than stellar dating history.

First, there had been Kate, a woman older than him by more than twenty years who had used her charms and worldliness to entice and seduce him when he was barely legal, only a high school senior. She had been his first real girlfriend, making him feel older and more confident than he actually was, his friends on the basketball team practically worshipping him for sleeping with an older woman, christening her Cougar Kate.

They had shortly thereafter learned that she came from what was possibly the most well known family of werewolf hunters, the harsh truth coming to light when she attempted to burn down the Hale House. Fortunately, they had caught her red-handed before she could strike a single match, having had the bright idea to use pure gasoline and kerosene, the mere scent waking up everyone in the house. She had been arrested on the spot, given a speedy trial during which she was quickly convicted of over twenty counts of attempted murder, sentenced to life without the possibility of parole.

Derek had sworn off relationships after that, shifting his focus to his studies. Having gotten into his first choice school, Stanford, he jumped headfirst into college life.

After graduating college with his Master’s in both education and history, he started dating Jennifer Blake, an English professor at a local community college. She had too had initially been sweet and intriguing, engaging him in the most intriguing talks about literature and the humanities but she hadn’t been much better than Kate in the long run.

In all actuality, she was not merely an English teacher, she was also a darach, a former emissary who had been betrayed by her ex-girlfriend and former pack. Apparently, from what Derek could gather, her plan was to siphon off as much energy from him and his family as she could, conspiring to conduct a series of sacrifices to revitalize her own power enough so she could exact revenge on her former pack.

It was all very convoluted and downright crazy, like something out of a bad Syfy original movie Peter always insisted on watching for the sole purpose of verbally ripping them apart, pointing out plot holes and awful dialogue. Again, luckily, they had discovered her devious little plot before she could lay a finger on a single virgin, shooing her out of their territory after relieving her of the last remainders of her power.

After all of that, Derek had completely sworn off any sort of romantic relationships, along with any sexual relationships, vehemently refusing to join any dating sites or pick up a one night stand like Laura and Erica insisted he do. With his luck, he would probably end up sleeping with a succubus, or an incubus as he had officially announced that he was bisexual shortly after graduating high school, after the whole Kate debacle.

Instead, he dedicated all of his time and energy to his family and his career, pouring all of himself, body and soul, into his new job at Beacon University, teaching History 135: Native American and Indigenous Peoples. And while he loved his job with all his heart, and his family even more so, he had to admit that sometimes he did long for a partner.

He longed for someone to curl up on the couch with after a long day, wrapped up in a warm blanket as they cuddled by the fireplace. He longed for someone to come home to after a long day of teaching and grading papers, someone to greet him with a quick kiss and a, “How was your day?”

He wanted someone he could bring home to meet his family, someone both of his parents could interrogate about their intentions with him, putting the fear of the moon into them. He wanted someone he could rely on to always be there for him, through thick and thin, through good times and bad.

He wanted someone he could wake up to on mornings like this.

He woke up to the sound of birds chattering, mourning doves cooing in the treetops above him while a family of red-breasted robins cheered rapidly in a bush near his head. The scent of dew and California poppy filled his nose as he slowly drifted back into consciousness, not remembering anything from the night before.

With a groan, he pushed himself to his elbows in the damp grass, scrubbing a hand over his face as he took stock of his situation and his all of his surroundings. He squinted his eyes against the bright glare of the rising sun, a pounding headache blooming behind his eyes as he sat up, hunching his shoulders when a wave of soreness washed over him.

He opened his eyes once they acclimated to the scorchingly bright sunlight, scanning over the pinkish blue sky overhead for any indication whatsoever of what time it was. Judging by the robins’ cheery chirping and the light pastel colors painted across the sky, he figured it was still early, probably not a minute past six a.m.

His shirt, at least what was left of it, was in tatters, gray strips of fabric barely clinging to his skin, covered in dirt and mud and what smelled suspiciously like squirrel blood. He ripped off the tattered remains of what used to be favorite t-shirt, balling it up and tossing it beneath a nearby bush, still not entirely sure where he was.

He was glad to see that he was still wearing pants, his dark gray sweatpants having somehow survived the night with only minor damage, mud caked on the legs. However, beyond that, he had no other clothes, stuck barefoot and shirtless in the middle of who knows where. Typical.

This was how he usually woke up the morning after a full moon yet it was still jarring each and every time. He never knew where he was or what he had done, oblivious to his actions the night before until someone informed him of the usually embarrassing things he had done the previous evening under the cover of dark.

He really hoped no one had seen him eat a squirrel. As a werewolf, prey reflected the predator, so the choice of such a meager scrap of food like a squirrel would not go over too well. And he was a Hale, after all, he was expected to be one the most fearsome predators in the Pacific Northwest and eating squirrels just would not cut it. He must have been desperately hungry, the full moon increasing the speed of his metabolic rate nearly tenfold.

Pushing himself to his feet with a grunt, arms and legs aching from all the running he had done the night before, Derek looked around in search of a clue to where in the world he was. He didn’t have to look too far, a bronze plaque on a piece of polished stone declaring the area the Beacon Hills Memorial Park, the scent of young children, dogs, and cut grass confirming the declaration.

Praying no one was at the park so early, Derek chanced a peek out of the little grove he had woken up in, glancing around at the rows of stores lining the streets around the park. There was only place with its light on, a large blue neon sign identifying it as the Blue Moon Bakery, Derek unable to resist snorting at the ironic name.

With no cell phone and the very real risk of someone calling the sheriff’s department to report the crazy, hungover looking guy who was walking around in just a pair of sweatpants, Derek steeled himself jogged across the street to the bakery. When the rich scent of coffee hit his nose he almost moaned aloud, his stomach rumbling loudly as he realized just how hungry he really was, the various scents of the bakery drawing him in.

There was an assortment of a variety of cakes and other pastries on display in the front window, all manners of eclairs and cupcakes staring back at him through the shiny glass window. A notice on the window caught his attention, wrenching him out of his hunger fueled ogling of the decadent looking desserts, the little slip of white paper claiming ‘no shirt, no shoes, no service.’

Wincing, Derek looked down at himself, his slate of undress glaringly obvious but he shook himself, determined regardless of how scantily clad he was. He would just go in, ask to use their phone, call Laura to come pick him up, and be done with it. That was the plan.

Until he opened the door and was hit full force by the scent he had been chasing after for a few years now.

It knocked him back a few feet, the bouquet of indescribable scents nearly knocking him onto his ass. He stood there in the open doorway, frozen in pure shock as the scent washed over him like a cool ray of moonlight, making him feel as though he had just come home after a long trip.

“That you, Allison?” An unfamiliar but devastatingly gorgeous voice called from another room, presumably the kitchen from both the heat and the scent of nutmeg exuding from its doorway, but Derek did not respond. He was struck dumb by the fact that he had finally found the scent that had been eluding him for so long. He had finally found his mate.

It was an intimidating prospect. The discovery of a mate, the first contact between them, was oftentimes described as two stars colliding, a black hole of epic proportions resulting from such a momentous impact. But in the sense of mates, the black hole did not obliterate all light, rather it illuminated the sky, the love between two mates one of the most beautiful, most sacred things in existence.

Many had theorized about the origin of soulmates. Some speculated mates were people whose bodies contained elements from the same stars. Others postulated it was simply a matter of perfect compatibility, two people meeting by pure coincidence who turned out to be extremely well-suited for each other.

But wolves knew. Mates shared souls. Not halves of one soul but two separate souls composed of the exact same, irreplicable elements, both physical and spiritual. It surpassed religion and logic alike, relying solely on nature. And nature made no mistakes.

“You’re pretty early but, hey, I’m definitely not complaining,” a young man commented as he walked into view out of the kitchen, wiping his hands with a black dish towel as he strode down the aisle behind the counter. His eyes were focused on his hands as he talked, head bowed as he rambled on about only being on time if you’re early, chuckling to himself about a comment about army dads.

He was…beautiful.

He had pale skin which looked like smooth, polished alabaster, almost the exact same shade of moonlight cascading down from the heavens, like a ray of moon had been woven into silken skin. Dark moles, like earthbound constellations immortalized in flesh, were scattered generously over his cheeks, a few here and there on his forehead and the long column of his throat. The ones on the side of his neck made Derek wonder just how many more he was hiding under his clothes, the inappropriateness of the thought fazing him one bit.

His brown hair was messy and disheveled like he had just rolled out of bed without bothering to comb it, confident enough to not put too much importance on appearance. It looked soft and fluffy to the touch, making Derek want to run his fingers through it just to know what it felt like against his skin. He had never know bedhead could look so unbelievably good.

Under thick, sooty lashes, which looked better suited for someone who advertised mascara than someone who worked in a bakery, was the most mesmerizing pair of eyes he had ever seen in his life. They were a gorgeous burnt umber brown, almost amber in the bright lamps hung above the front counter, deep and fiery like sunsets. Except, he was was sure they were captivating than any sunset.

There was a dab of what looked like melted chocolate on his plump bottom lip, a smear of dark brown on the bright pink of his distractingly full lips. Derek wanted to lick it off of his lips, taste the rich sweetness of both the chocolate and his mouth.

He was tall, maybe just a few inches shorter than Derek himself, and skinny, but not at all scrawny, in fact visibly muscular through his uniform. The sleeves of his black shirt, which had the bakery blue moon logo emblazoned on the left side of his chest, were rolled up to his elbows, showing off his pale forearms that were dusted with dark hair.

He looked absolutely wonderful. And yet Derek couldn’t help but think that he would look better naked. Preferably in Derek’s bed. With a few hickeys scattered over the pallid expanses of his bare skin, maybe even wearing Derek’s mark on his neck.

The thoughts, much more lascivious than usual, sent him reeling. As someone who was painfully used to being objectified by nearly everyone and their mother, Derek immediately felt an intense wave of guilt flood through him, internally berating himself for being so crass. This was supposed to be his mate, after all!

“Oh!” The man behind the counter said in surprise, bringing Derek back to the moment, making him realize he was still standing there in the doorway, holding the door open and gaping like a dumbstruck idiot. Setting the dish towel down on the counter, the man scratched the back of his head and huffed a small laugh himself as he needlessly pointed out, “Uh… Well, you’re not Allison.”

“No…” Derek answered rather unnecessarily, the mere sound of the man’s voice, deeper than he would have expected given his appearance, despite having just heard it a few moments earlier, making him weak in the knees. Fortunately, his white-knuckled grip on the door handle was enough to keep him on his feet, hoping he didn’t somehow end up making a complete fool of himself in front of his mate. “Um, I know the sign say ‘no shirt, no shoes, no service’ but I had a really weird night and this is the only place open this early so―”

“Ah. Say no more, dude,” the man cut him off, raising a hand to stop him, a small smirk that Derek wanted to kiss quirking the corner of his mouth up. With a little flourish of his hand, he waved Derek over to a small table for two close to the front counter, gently insisting, “C’mon, man. Have a seat.”

“Thank you,” Derek sighed gratefully, shuffling over to sit in the offered seat, the tiled floor cold against the soles of his feet as he scurried across the room, front door closing with a jingle of the bell fixed at the top of it. He sunk down into the wooden chair while sending the man behind the counter a thankful grin, his aching muscles thanking him for the slight reprieve.

“Some night, huh?” The man asked curiously, eyes lighting up with interest as he looked at Derek. He scanned down Derek’s body, a hint of arousal gracing his scent as he did, Derek sorely tempted to do something stupid like puff his chest or start flexing, wanting to show off a bit for the guy he was pretty sure was his mate. Smirk morphing into a wicked grin, he hummed and theorized, “Let me guess, we’re the only place open on your walk of shame?”

“What?” Derek asked, eyebrow furrowed in thought, trying to figure out what he meant. Realization came a moment later. He sat up straighter, his knee banging against the underside of the table, as he realized the man behind the counter thought he’d had a one night stand the previous night, quickly correcting him, “No! Oh, no! I just, I―”

“Oh, I gotcha!” The man amended, pointing a finger right at Derek while nodded thoughtfully. Leaning his elbow on the counter, resting his chin in the cradle of his palm, he inquired, “So, d’ya want the full moon special, then?”

Derek nearly choked on his own spit, eyes going wide at the very mention of the full moon, his mind running a mile a minute, jumping from one possibility to the next. How did he know? Was he a werewolf, too? An omega? Or maybe one of Satomi’s betas? He didn’t smell like a werewolf, nor any other supernatural creature. Oh god, was he a hunter?

That would be just Derek’s luck: stumbling upon his mate only to find out they were a werewolf hunter. His family would never let him live it down. Peter’s mate being a hunter-turned-divorced single dad, had perfectly demonstrated.

“What?!” Derek just managed to choke out, pounding his fist against his chest as he coughed in a valiant attempt to clear his throat before he started turning blue. Some first impression he was making.

Derek must have looked sufficiently panicked because the man behind the counter, whom Derek was pretty sure was his mate, took mercy on him. He smile politely at Derek and began to explain himself, “You’re a Hale, right?―” he paused for a moment, waiting for Derek to nod in confirmation before he continued “―Then, yeah. I make this coffee with an itty bitty teeny tiny little bit of harmless California rowan mixed in with the coffee beans and it’s pretty much an instant hangover cure for the morning after the full moon.”

Derek blinked. He had never heard of such a thing before. His mate must be a genius! Either that or he was completely out of his mind.

“So…you know?” Derek asked, intentionally vague, aimlessly gesturing to himself, trying to convey ‘werewolf’ without ever saying the word. He awkwardly scratched the back of his head and averted his eyes almost shyly, hoping his terrible little attempt at pantomiming actually worked.

“What? That you’re a werewolf? With the claws and the teeth and the rawr, rawr, rawr?” The man wondered, scrunching his face up into an adorable mien of a werewolf, raising his hands up with his fingers hooked to look like claws. Dropping his hands and the expression, he smirked in amusement at himself, nodding his head emphatically while he elaborated, “Yeah, man. We’re good. Talia Hale was a friend of my mom’s and I went to high school with a few of the turned betas. Oh! And I’m Stiles, by the way.”

Huh. Stiles. Derek like it. It was oddly fitting, unique and beautiful, the way a mate should be.

“I’m Derek,” he introduced himself, raising his hand to give an awkward little wave. He watched curiously as Stiles’ pretty face lit up in recognition, looking endlessly amused.

“Oh, yeah! The infamous Derek Hale! Talia’s son! Erica’s told me a lot about you,” Stiles claimed with a wide grin, flashing his teeth at Derek who could feel his cheeks flush at the mere mention of Erica’s name. He had to wonder just how many embarrassing stories Erica had told Stiles about him, probably telling him all about Derek’s notorious late night wandering during the full moon. As though reading Derek’s mind, Stiles assured him, “Only good things, I swear.”

Somehow Derek didn’t believe him. There was no discrepancy in Stiles’ heartbeat but that could just mean he was pretty adept at lying, another point in favor of him being a werewolf.

Besides, Derek had known Erica since she was sixteen, a good six years now since she had accepted the bite from his mother in order to eliminate her epilepsy, and in all that time he had never known her to keep any embarrassing details about anyone to herself. He still remembered when she had casually brought up her menstrual cycle a few days before her first full moon as a bona fide werewolf.

His skepticism must have shown on his face, probably due to his eyebrows which Laura constantly insisted were so expressive they must be sentient, as Stiles noticeably winced. Backtracking, he amended, “Okay, so maybe not all good things. But mostly good things!”

“Yeah, that sounds a little more accurate. It is Erica, after all,” Derek commented, beaming at the laugh it startled out of Stiles who smacked a hand over his mouth to try to contain the sound. It struck a chord deep inside Derek. He wanted to hear that sound for the rest of his life.

“Yeah,” Stiles agreed with a nod. Ducking his head to chuckle under his breath, he tacked on, “Y’know, if I didn’t know she was with Boyd, I’d think you two were dating with how much she goes on and on about how hot you are.”

Now that definitely sounded like Erica. She was never one to shy away from blatantly ogling whoever caught her eye, flirting with her friends so often most people who didn’t know her well assumed she was sleeping with all of them.

“Not that she really did you any justice,” Stiles rambled on as he absentmindedly fidgeted with the dish towel on the counter. “I mean seriously, dude. When you first walked in I thought Scott sent you, even though I’ve told him a thousand times to not get me any strippers, especially at work and…and I just called you a stripper. Sorry, man―” he fumbled with the dish towel, gesturing clumsily at the kitchen doorway “―Uh, let me go get you that coffee. And I think we might have some extra shirts in the back. You can use my phone to call someone if you want.”

Stiles tugged his cell phone out of the back pocket of his black trousers, tapping on the screen a few times, probably punching in a code to unlock it, before he set the phone down beside the dish towel on the counter. With a flustered smile, he turned on his heel and hurried back into the kitchen, the strings of the apron wrapped around his waist fluttering behind him as he left Derek to his own devices.

When the scent of coffee beans with a tiny, almost indiscernible, hint of mountain ash started to waft out of the kitchen, smelling innocuous enough, Derek stood to grab the phone off the front counter. He took a moment to admire the picture Stiles had set as his phone’s background ― a red and white picture of Carrie Fisher as Leia Organa, in the original trilogy, holding up a blaster close to her face with the words ‘a woman’s place is in the rebellion’ superimposed on top of the picture in a muted blue.

A thrill running through him at the banal fact that both he and Stiles seemed to share an affinity for Star Wars, he shook his head and forced himself to focus on the task at hand, opening the phone app with a swipe of his thumb. He typed in Laura’s number from memory after he vetoed calling anyone else, fully aware that the rest of the back, save perhaps Boyd and Talia herself, would still be asleep, exhausted from all the full moon festivities.

With two little girls under the age of three, Laura was usually up before the dawn, her daughters Rose and Lily always rising with the sun, the only ones still brimming with energy after the full moon. And right now, Derek would prefer Laura’s obnoxious teasing, accompanied by her own assumptions about him hooking up with someone, to Boyd’s silent judgement or his mother’s over-exuberant, premature talk of marriage and mating ceremonies once he mentioned that he had found his mate.

“Hello?” Laura answered gruffly after the first few rings, her voice still rough with sleep, probably only just waking up. Derek could hear her twins in the background, smiling to himself at the sound of them wrestling around like the playful little pups they were.

“I need a ride,” he said by way of greeting, not wanting to beat around the bush at all, figuring it was best to get everything out in the open as soon as possible. As his mother always said, ‘family secrets make family sick’. Besides, he wanted to brag about his mate as soon as possible.

“Derek?!” Laura screeched, quite suddenly sounding much more awake than she had only a few moments, a growl in her voice. “Where the hell are you?!”

“Good morning to you, too,” he grumbled under his breath for the sole purpose of annoying her, feeling oddly mischievous, the rush of finding his mate more satisfying than the most intense of hunts. But Laura didn’t seem to appreciate his levity.

“Derek Samuel Hale! This is no time for sarcasm! Mom is probably worried out of her mind!” She snarled, sounding furious enough that Derek immediately closed his mouth, feeling like a little kid who had just been scolded by his mother, feeling the urge to bare his neck despite the fact that Laura wasn’t there. She was going to make an amazing alpha one day. After letting out an annoyed huff, she snapped, “Now where the hell are you?”

Tempted to call her out for swearing in front of her children, something she adamantly tried to avoid especially since she usually had the mouth of a sailor, Derek just sighed, ultimately deciding that he preferred being in one piece. Hoping he sounded contrite enough, he softly apologized, “I know, I know. I’m sorry. Tell mom she doesn’t have to worry. I’m at the Blue Moon Bakery on Fourth and Laurel.”

“I’m just glad you’re alright,” she relayed, a rustle of fabric briefly muffling her voice, a yawn following shortly thereafter. With a bit more shuffling audible in the background, Laura inquired, “You said you needed a ride?”

“Yes, please,” he answered politely, not above begging if it was absolutely necessary and he certainly wouldn’t put it passed Laura to make him plead for a ride home just to torture him. She was his obnoxious older sister, after all, it was practically in her job description to make his life a living hell.

“Alright, I’ll put Erica and Boyd on babysitting duty. Let them deal with these hellhounds for a little bit,” she reported succinctly, another yawn punctuating the end of her statement. “Just let me get dressed real quick. I’ll be there soon.”

“Thanks,” Derek sighed gratefully in relief, watching out of the corner of his eye as Stiles returned from the kitchen with a cup of steaming coffee in hand, a black shirt slung over his shoulder. In his other hand, he held a small white plate which hosted an array of pastries and desserts, Derek spotting a chocolate donut and a few sugar cookies along with some mini cream puffs and what looked to be an apple turnover.

“See you in a few, Der,” Laura announced, startling him out of his reverie of gazing at Stiles like a lovesick little pup, staring at him longingly from afar like some hopeless, hapless fool from a Shakespearean play. Turning his attention back to his phone call, he just managed to catch Laura’s parting words, firmly instructing him, “And stay out of trouble until I get there, okay?”

“I’ll try,” he quipped with a smirk, meeting Stiles’ eyes as the other man set down the coffee and plate of desserts on the counter, sending Derek a mischievous, almost conspiratorial, grin of his own. “Thanks again, Laura.”

After receiving no further reply at all from his sister, he hung up, closing out of the phone app. He turned the screen off as he padded over to the counter, handing Stiles his phone back with a grateful smile, mumbling, “Thank you.”

“‘Course, man,” Stiles beamed, twisting to slip his phone back into his pocket, the back of his shirt riding up the slightest bit to show off a tantalizing strip of marmoreal skin, Derek spotting another mole by Stiles’ left hip. Turning back to Derek, he grabbed the shirt off of his shoulder, unfolding it to show it off to Derek; it was a simple black t-shirt, the Blue Moon Bakery logo on the left side of the chest, a larger version of the logo stretched across the shoulders on the back of the shirt.

“I don’t know if it’ll fit or not. It’s probably not your size but it’s the biggest one we have,” Stiles mused as he handed Derek the shirt, careful not to spill the cup of coffee on the counter. A second later, his eyes widened as he hurried to blurt, “Not that you’re fat or anything! And not that there’s anything wrong being fat! I just― You’re tall and with all the muscles―” he squeezed his fingers in the air, as though simulating groping Derek’s muscles, a moment later looking down at his somewhat crude gesture and groaning “―Ugh! You know what I mean!”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Derek nodded, smiling to himself at how flustered Stiles had gotten, gesticulating his hands around aimlessly, cheeks flushing an endearing shade of blotchy red. Tugging the t-shirt on over his head, the black cotton soft against his bare skin, the shirt a bit tight at the shoulders but nonetheless much better than strolling around half naked, he repeated himself, murmuring, “Thank you―” he tipped his head to the side and tacked on “―Again.”

“No problem, man,” Stiles mumbled, somewhat bashfully ducking his head and rubbing the back of his neck, cheeks still flushed. Raising his head, he indicated the cup of coffee and the plate of food, announcing, “Oh! Uh, here’s your coffee. And I figured you might be hungry, too, but I don’t know what you like so I just grabbed a bunch of stuff. I remember Laura telling me you have a bit of a sweet tooth but I didn’t wanna just take her word for it.”

Unbelievably touched by the sweet gesture, and the fact that Stiles remembered something about him before he had even met him, Derek reached a hand out to raise the mug of coffee to his lips, breathing in the comforting scent. Still skeptical about the rowan despite Stiles’ assurances that it was totally innocuous, understandably paranoid after his experience with Kate, he took a small sip, Stiles watching with bated breath.

It was…delicious. While usually not a fan of black coffee, or coffee in general for that matter, preferring tea, Derek had to admit that it was wonderful. It was strong and full-bodied with slightly floral notes, almost savory sweet on his tongue, the mountain ash completely undetectable. Moaning quietly, he took another sip, eyes falling closed as he savored the rich taste, already feeling much more awake, much more lucid. Stiles really was a genius!

“So…?” Stiles asked expectantly, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he bit his lip and peered over at the mug of coffee in Derek’s hand, clearly fishing for compliments. As well he should, Derek reflected, taking a few more sips, watching raptly as Stiles’ whole face lit up in undeniable pleasure, his own chest swelling at the fact that he had pleased his mate so much just by trying his coffee.

“It’s amazing,” Derek declared, setting the nearly empty cup back down on the counter beside the plate of desserts, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. Scanning his eyes over the tiny smudge of flour on Stiles’ cheek, a flash of stark white against the pink flush of his skin, covering up a few of his smaller moles.

“Really?” Stiles pressed, his face splitting into a wide, beaming smile, eagerly awaiting Derek’s response. He was beyond adorable, hands clasped together in front of himself, deep brown eyes bright with eager anticipation as he rambled, “It’s kind of a pet project of mine. Just something I started messing around with after I learned how to make wolfsbane beer. Well, technically it was after I learned how to make wolfsbane vodka but that’s not really the point. The point is―”

“Wait, you make wolfsbane beer? And vodka?” Derek wondered incredulously, unintentionally cutting Stiles off. He tried not to sputter too much, simultaneously hoping he didn’t sound judgemental, the last thing he wanted to do was offend Stiles. “But you’re not a werewolf―” he narrowed his eyes suspiciously, discreetly scenting the air “―Unless you’re just really good at hiding it.”

Stiles threw his head back to laugh loudly, clutching his belly as his shoulders shook with the force of his laughter, the sound music to Derek’s ears, glad to see that he hadn’t upset Stiles with his subtle accusation. But as lovely as the sound of Stiles’ laugh was, his eyes were fixated solely on the straining tendons in Stiles’ neck, the pallid column of skin teasing him by offering him a view of unmarked territory, the urge to bite making his gums itch.

“Aww! Well, as flattering as it is that you think little ol’ me could actually fool a Hale, I’m just a plain old boring human,” Stiles announced with a small pout, jutting his bottom lip out as he indicated himself with a flourish of his hand, shimmying a bit. Derek’s eyes may have lingered on Stiles’ hips for a few moments longer than strictly necessary, but he flicked his eyes up to meet Stiles’ just as he wrinkled his nose and tilted his head to the side, amending, “Well, I mean, kinda.”

Derek didn’t know how to respond. How could Stiles only be kinda human? How could anyone, for that matter? It didn’t make any sense.

His confusion must have been obvious, that or Stiles was just extremely perceptive, as he smiled almost self-consciously, a delicate blush on his mole-dotted cheeks. Scratching the inside of his wrist, nails raking over his own pale skin, Stiles clarified rather lacklusterly, “I’m a spark.”

Derek was aghast, his jaw actually dropping as his eyebrows shot up to his hairline, gaping at Stiles like he had just witnessed a god descending to the earth, bathing the world in glorious sunshine, offering Derek salvation. Because was a spark. A spark!

The most rare of all emissaries, witches, fae folk, and all other magically inclined beings. Quite literally human manifestations of magic itself, they were capable of the most incredible feats known to the supernatural world.

It was a spark who first turned lead to gold with a mere wave of their hand. It was a spark who condemned Dorian Gray to age only in a portrait until the burden of his sins outweighed the temptation of his hedonism.

But more importantly, more relevantly, it was a spark who first ran with wolves. A spark who first inspired them to walk on their hind legs and speak with human words rather than just howls. A spark who first served as an emissary to a pack of werewolves.

It was a spark who first loved them. First saw them as more than just monsters dwelling in the dark shadows of the unforgiving wilderness. First recognized that they too had hearts and souls.

It was a spark who was the first human to bond with an alpha as their mate, in one fell swoop intertwining the fates of wolves and humans for the rest of time. And now it was a spark who was Derek’s mate.

He was honored. He was humbled. He was still hungry and a little horny. But more than anything, he was completely head over heels.

“You’re-You’re a spark…?” Derek echoed in wonder, voice choked with both pride and disbelief, awe hushing his words so much so that they came out in a soft whisper. He was overwhelmed, mind racing as he tried to comprehend how he had gotten so lucky, so very blessed.

“Yeah,” Stiles confirmed with an almost embarrassed look on his face, shrugging nonchalantly as a tiny crooked grin tugged at the corner of his lips, cheeks still flushed bright pink. Raising his hand, Stiles fluttered his fingers in front of his face, small aureate sparks erupting in the air around his fingertips. He blinked, flashing his eyes when he reopened them, irises blossoming from amber to a brilliant gilded gold, “Ta-da!”

Derek could feel his own eyes flare in response, the instinct-driven, wolfish part of him immediately responding to Stiles’ spark, drawn to it like the moon. His inner wolf, as many dubbed it, howling longingly deep inside of him, whining for its mate as his eyes blazed bright yellow.

This was unheard of ― a beta having a spark mate. Alphas and sparks were always mates. Always, always, always. As much as the thought repulsed him, Stiles would probably be better suited to being Laura’s mate or their mother’s. Not Derek’s. He didn’t deserve Stiles. How could he?

“Oh, wow! Cool!” Stiles excitedly chirped for no apparent reason, startling Derek out of his self-deprecating thoughts for a few moments, scrambling to find whatever had elicited such an unexpected response. Glancing around the bakery, scanning his eyes over the powder blue walls and white tiled floors, Derek tried to discover the source of Stiles’ amazement.

Finding nothing, at least finding nothing that could reasonably account for Stiles’ sudden exclamation, Derek turned back to Stiles who was, oddly enough, still staring directly at him. Why, Derek didn’t know, wondering what was so very captivating, what was so very interesting. Surely Stiles had seen a beta’s eyes before, right?

“Dude! I didn’t know you were an alpha!” Stiles crowed before Derek could ask what was so fascinating, his words only serving to confuse Derek even further. He wasn’t an alpha. Where the hell was Stiles getting that, of all things, from? Couldn’t he see that Derek’s eyes were yellow, not red?

“Dude!” Stiles reiterated, with a little more emphasis this time, moving closer to Derek from behind the counter, stepping forward until his waist bumped against the edge of the linoleum. Stiles raised his hands to cup Derek’s face, lifting the werewolf’s chin a bit as he tilted his own head to the side, quietly humming in thought, “Huh. Talia never told me her son was a true alpha.”

“Because I’m not,” Derek grunted in vehement denial despite how lovely it felt to have Stiles’ warms hands on him, fingers buried in his five o’clock shadow. His mind was running a mile a minute as he wondered just where Stiles was getting all of this from, seemingly pulling all sorts of crazy ideas out of thin air.

He came embarrassingly close to whining when Stiles dropped his hands, pulling away to take a couple steps back, his retreat making Derek berate himself for saying anything to the contrary. He knew he should have just gone along with it, maybe puffed out his chest like some arrogant alpha peacocking around to impress their desired mate, but the last thing he wanted to do was lie to Stiles.

Not once had he heard of a successful, lasting relationship being built on a lie. Besides, his mother had raised him to firmly believe in honesty, a lesson which he may have learned a little too well, on occasion being harshly blunt.

Trying to refrain from whinging like a spoiled little pup who hadn’t gotten his way, Derek shook himself and focused back on Stiles who was looking thoroughly puzzled himself. Scratching the side of his as he frowned in clear contemplation, Stiles, obviously confused, pointed out, “Then why are your eyes red?”

“They’re not,” Derek protested firmly, coming close to pulling his hair out. How could he make Stiles understand that he wasn’t an alpha? Let alone a true alpha of all things?

“You sure about that?” Stiles countered, a hint of sarcasm in his voice that itself was quickly edging towards annoyed as he crossed his arms over his chest, cocking his hip defiantly. At Derek’s still confused expression, probably looking like a desperate maniac, Stiles pointed towards the display case beside the counter, the polished glass glinting under the lights. “See for yourself, dude.”

Intent on proving himself right, he indulged Stiles’ little request, the way any good wolf worth his hide would indulge their mate’s any whim, and took a few steps to the left towards the display of various desserts. He made a show of rolling his yellow eyes, thank you very much, hearing Stiles scoff off to the side, probably rolling his own eyes which had returned to their earthy chocolate brown hue.

Secure in the knowledge that he was right and Stiles must be pranking him, Derek smirked and hunched over a little bit to look at his reflection. The thick glass was polished enough that it acted almost like a mirror, somewhat obscuring the sight of the many desserts inside the case while reflecting his visage.

His haughty smirk fell off his face like a dead fly. Because in the glass, staring right back at him, where his own eyes. His own red eyes.

Shocked, Derek stumbled back, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to back away from the case, blinking rapidly in pure disbelief at what he was seeing. He lifted a hand to prod at the skin beneath his eyes as though he could physically feel the change, convinced it must be an illusion, a trick, a cruel prank.

But the proof was staring right back at him in the glass window of the display case, his slightly distorted reflection taunting him without uttering a single word.

It didn’t make any sense. How could he be a true alpha? There had never been any indication, any inkling whatsoever, that he had even the slightest ounce of potential to be a true alpha. And yet there he was in the bakery, his eyes glowing bright red.

“But, I―” Derek tried, at a complete and utter loss for words, fumbling around for what to say. He had only heard something like this happening a few times before when… Whipping his head up, he looked back at Stiles, letting his wide eyes fade back to hazel as he yelped, “You!”

“C’mon, Derek, just sit down and finish your coffee. Eat a little something,” Stiles urged, looking genuinely apologetic, his brows drawn up in a pitifully repentant expression as he waved Derek towards to the table he had sat at when he first entered the bakery. When he stayed frozen to the spot, stilling gaping in shock, Stiles rounded the counter, bending down to slide under the flip-up, and rushed to Derek’s side, laying a hand on his shoulder to start leading him over to the table, urging, “C’mon, Derek. Here, just sit down for a bit.”

He let Stiles guide him back to the table, still in shock from the realization that he actually did know exactly what was going on, the revelation that he was a true alpha rocking him to the core. Taking a seat, he watched Stiles scurry back over to the counter to grab Derek’s coffee and the plate of desserts, both of which he carried to the table, handing Derek his coffee.

It was still hot, the warm weight of the cup in his hand a soothing comfort, tightly curling his fingers around the porcelain mug. Taking a few sips as Stiles took a seat across from him, looking extremely nervous, the stench of anxiety filling Derek’s nose. Stiles didn’t say anything, he just picked up a chocolate donut off the plate and silently ripped it in half, offering one of the halves to Derek who accepted it with a grateful little smile, dipping his head in gratitude.

“I―” Stiles started, just as Derek began, “You―”

“Sorry, go ahead,” Derek insisted gently, dunking his portion of the chocolate donut in his mug of coffee, taking a bite to buy himself some time before he had to painstakingly explain that Stiles was his mate. He had no idea how the spark would react, humans, even those well versed in all things supernatural, were known to have a tendency of responding very poorly to strangers coming up to them and announcing, out of the blue, that they were their mates.

Fortunately, Stiles was already aware of the supernatural. That would spare Derek from having to explain that bombshell, at least.

“I’m sorry,” Stiles exhaled in one big breath, sighing wearily as he slumped back in his chair, eyes cast down to the table where he was picking at the chocolate chips sprinkled on top of his half of the donut with his thumb, watching them scatter across the tabletop. With a brief glance upwards to meet Derek’s eyes for barely a second, quickly looking away, clearly guilty, he elaborated, “I’m sorry. I should’ve just believed you. I thought you were messing with me, but you obviously weren’t. I mean, how could you not know you were a true alpha, y’know? I’m just―”

“You’re my mate!” Derek blurted, unable to hold back any longer, completely cutting off whatever needless apology Stiles was about to issue, leaving the other man sitting perfectly still in his seat, blinking in both blatant surprise and pure confusion. Taking the deepest breath that he could manage, hoping to steel himself for what he was about to say, Derek barreled on, wanting to get everything out in the open, “You’re my mate. That’s how I’m a true alpha, that’s why I only presented after meeting you. Sparks and alphas are always mates. Always. You’re why I’m a true alpha, Stiles. You’re my mate.”

Stiles was silent for a moment that seemed to stretch on for eternity, the only sound in the bakery the ticking of the clock on the wall and the pounding of Derek’s heart reverberating in his head. Derek watched Stiles break off a small piece of his donut, popping it into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully for a moment, eyebrows furrowed in a tight frown.

Licking his lips after swallowing, Stiles set his donut down on the table, wiping the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb, a chocolate chip stuck to the bow of his pink lips. Looking back up at Derek, he canted his head to the side like a curious fox kit and softly asked, “How do you know? That I’m your mate, I mean.”

“Your scent,” Derek breathed out in a rush, whispering it like a benediction, wanting to make Stiles understand somehow, the concept often incomprehensible to humans. “For a few years now I’ve been chasing this scent all over Beacon County and when I walked in here I finally found it. It’s you. It’s your scent. You smell like home―” he ducked his chin, feeling his ears burn as he admitted, “―You-You smell like mine.”

“Oh.”

It was just one word, uttered by Stiles with no discernible trace of emotion in his voice. It was just one single little syllable, more of a startled out vocalization, like a cat chirping in surprise when woken from a leisurely nap, than a true statement. It was just one word but Derek’s whole future hung on it, the very real possibility that Stiles might reject him looming above them.

Eyes still fixed on the tabletop, Stiles traced absentminded patterns onto the polished wood, skating around the discarded chocolate chips. Chewing his lip, looking flustered and red, he softly started, “Well, I―”

The loud, jarring blare of a car horn made them both jump in their seats, Derek nearly spilling the remainder of his coffee all over the table just as Stiles almost tumbled out of his chair, flailing around rather spectacularly, clutching a hand to his chest over his heart. Derek twisted his head around to peer through the large glass window at the front of the bakery, wondering who was the asshole honking their horn at six thirty a.m. in the morning.

He wasn’t even the slightest bit surprised to discover that said asshole honking their horn at six thirty a.m. in the morning was none other than his obnoxious older sister, immediately recognizing her car. She was in her bright, candy apple red Mustang, idling in the middle of the street directly in front of the bakery, the only car on the road so early aside from the battered light blue Jeep parked out front, the ruby hued car glinting in the morning light as she waited.

Laura honked her horn again a few times, patience never one of her virtues save for when she was dealing with her daughters, flashing her headlights for good measure, making absolute sure everyone in the immediate proximity was aware that she expected Derek to hurry up already. Derek scrubbed a hand over his face as he sighed in defeat, worried he had ruined whatever he could have ever even hoped to have with Stiles by stupidly throwing caution to the wind and blurting out a rushed confession in a burst of dumb confidence.

“Uh, that’s Laura… I, uh, I guess I should go,” he mumbled softly, words almost inaudible as he stood from his chair, scratching the back of his neck, feeling extremely awkward and unbelievably vulnerable. He kept his eyes on the floor to avoid the polite rejection that he was sure was painted across Stiles’ face, occupying himself by counting the rows of stark white tile.

Stiles, too, stood from his seat, the legs of his chair scraping stringently against the floor as he did, Derek wincing when the shrill sound echoed in his more than sensitive ears. He shook himself as he started walking to the front door, Stiles following closely behind, almost as if he was walking Derek to the door after a date, only Derek was sure he wouldn’t be getting a goodnight kiss.

Stiles’ hand shot out to open the door for Derek in what would be a polite and chivalrous gesture if Derek wasn’t so sure he had only done it to get Derek out of the bakery quicker, certain he had ruined whatever slim chance he might have had with Stiles, who was so completely out of his league. The one time he decides to actually use his words, departing from his usually reticent, downright grumpy demeanor, and he screws everything up. Lovely.

“I…” Derek started, turning back to face Stiles, his words getting lodged in his throat as he traced his eyes over Stiles’ features, trailing off as he commit the exact shade of Stiles’ eyes to memory, not wanting to ever forget. He didn’t want to forget the curve of Stiles’ lips, the exact pattern of moles along his cheek, the tiny cleft in the tip of his upturned nose. He didn’t want to forget anything.

With the sound of Laura leaning heavily on her horn ringing in his ears, he mustered a tight smile and very quietly murmured, “Thank you. And…I’m sorry.”

He took in one last greedy inhale of Stiles’ enthralling scent, sure it was the last time he would be able to smell it in its pure, unadulterated form. The soft scents of the bakery did not tarnish it in the slightest, instead complementing the notes of spice with nutmeg and cinnamon, not the way the stenches of the rest of the town sullied it, adding the reek of too many other people.

Derek was certain he would smell it again, while on his daily runs through the local park a few blocks away, or on his drive to work, usually rolling his window down to feel the wind on his face before he was stuck in a lecture hall for eight hours, probably looking like a mad man as he sang loudly and off-key in his Camaro.

And he was sure he would still chase after it in the middle of the night during full moons, his more instinctual half demanding he go to his mate and in all probability, the drive would be amplified by the fact that now he had actually met his mate. He just hoped he didn’t wind up tracking down Stiles wherever he lived to go howl outside his bedroom window, serenading both he and his neighbors with a lupine aria in the middle of the night.

Kicking himself, he turned and walked out of the bakery, curling his hands into fists at his sides as he strode the short distance to the Mustang, catching sight of Laura tapping her fingers against the steering wheel impatiently, gesturing for him to hurry his ass up. He just ignored her, taking his sweet time as he crossed the sidewalk to her car, rolling his eyes at her theatrics as he opened the door to the passenger side, glad to find she had already unlocked it for him.

“Well, you look like shit,” Laura announced as he slid into the passenger seat, tugging the car door closed behind himself with a loud slam. She gave him a dubious once over, quirking a skeptical brow at him as she hummed judgementally, something he knew only her, Erica, and their mother to be capable of.

“Gee, thanks, Laura,” he sighed, not in the mood for any friendly, good-natured sibling banter, just wanting to go home curl up into a ball in his nice, warm bed, just pull the covers over his head and shut the rest of the world for awhile. He could probably call out of work for a few days without any serious repercussions. Hell, his students would probably thank him for it.

His family would probably be pretty understanding, too, once he told them about everything. With Peter having spent three months moping, angsting over the fact that his mate was a hunter, an Argent no less, before he finally decided to take a leap of faith and pursue his mate, his family was used to broody werewolves agonizing over their mates.

“Aren’t you in a good mood,” Laura commented dryly as he buckled his seat belt, thoughts of his warm bed back home a tall stiff drink filling his head, the prospect of just going back to sleep extremely appealing. Maybe if he asked nicely Laura would pick him up some wine and ice cream to drown his sorrows in. When did most liquor stores open, anyway? Laura distracted him from his self-pitying thoughts by hmph-ing loudly, tacking on, “You borrow a shirt?”

Derek looked down at himself, running his thumb over the hem of the Blue Moon Bakery t-shirt he had almost forgotten he was wearing, the black cotton soft against his skin, Stiles’ scent clinging lightly to the material. He was extremely glad Stiles hadn’t asked for the shirt back, now having something tangible that smelled like his mate that he could cuddle up to in the middle of the night, he didn’t care how pathetic it was.

Belatedly realizing that Laura was expecting an answer, he snapped his head up to meet her waiting gaze, confirming, “Oh, yeah. Stiles gave me it.”

“Ooh, yeah, that’s right! You finally got to meet Stiles!” She hooted, a wide smile on her face, abruptly reminding Derek that the rest of his family already seemed familiar with Stiles. All of her impatience to leave gone in the blink of an eye, she pressed, “So? He’s pretty great, huh?”

“Yeah,” Derek agreed, hoping his acquiescence hurried her along a bit, feeling incredibly awkward just sitting in front of the bakery. Stiles probably thought he was even more of a weirdo, lingering out front after making a complete idiot of himself. “Yeah, he is.”

“He’s the best,” Laura asserted, shifting her attention to fiddling with the radio, changing it to a different rock station, this one with much less static. Tucking a lock of dark hair behind her ear, she announced, “Think I might ask him to be my emissary once I’m the alpha.”

Feeling an unusual mix of pride, at the possibility that Stiles might attain such an honored position amongst the pack, and dread, at the fact that such a thing would force them to be in close proximity while working together within the pack, Derek managed to grit out, “Look, I just want to get out of here and go home. Can we go please?”

“Geez, what crawled up your ass?” She snapped, whipping her head around to gawk at him quizzically. A moment later, her expression shifted into a wicked, wolfish smirk as she demanded, “Oh my god! Did something crawl up your ass? Derek, did you get laid last night?!”

“No, Laura,” he sighed, dropping his head into his hands, feeling his headache flaring up behind his eyes, suddenly more in need of that bottle of wine than he had been a few minutes ago. Lifting his head to lean back heavily against the leather seat, he practically begged, “I’ll tell you about it later, okay? Can we please just go, now?”

“Okay, alright,” Laura relented eventually, raising her palms in surrender, the ornate silver band on her left ring finger glimmering in the dawn light. Shifting into drive while slightly lifting her foot off the brake, she informed him, “But I’m not letting this go.”

Derek didn’t expect her to. He knew her too well to think she would. He was about to tell her as much when the sound of someone’s voice interrupted him, calling out, “Wait!”

Derek twisted in his seat, looking out the window to see who had yelled, eyes scanning over the sidewalk and the row of storefronts along it. He honed in on Stiles rushing out of the bakery, a white paper bag in his hand, looking absolutely harried, his bedhead even messier than it had been before, as though he had been running his hands through it.

His mind immediately jumped to the worst possible conclusions, all kinds of scenarios racing through his head from the most banal to the most horrific. He was worried that Stiles might be hurt, maybe cut his hand on some piece of baking equipment, terrified that maybe something else even more horrible had happened.

“Wait! Laura, wait! It’s Stiles!” He urged his sister, smacking her upper arm as Stiles got closer to the car, his face flushed from the jog, moles standing out against the blotchy red of his cheeks. Laura stepped back on the brake, the car jolting forward a bit as she did, Derek nearly smacking his forehead against the window in his haste to roll it down. “Stiles? What’s wrong? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I just―” he lifted up the white paper bag for Derek to see “―I thought you might still be hungry,” Stiles said, panting a bit in a way that wasn’t at all distracting, Derek definitely not thinking about him panting just like that in a different, more private setting. Running a hand through his hair, Stiles shrugged and handed Derek the bag with a small smile, adding on, “On the house, of course.”

“Oh. Thanks,” Derek muttered, gratefully accepting the bag, trying not to be disappointed that Stiles had only rushed out of the bakery to deliver some pastries. At least now he had something sweet and decadent to munch on while he wallowed in self-pity and wine. Chocolate went with a nice merlot, right?

“And I wanted to give you something else…”

Derek didn’t know what he expected, but it certainly wasn’t Stiles’ leaning in close to press his lips to Derek’s.

He gasped in surprise, completely taken aback, as Stiles moved his mouth against his, lifting a hand to cup Derek’s cheek. He combed his fingers through Derek’s thick stubble, scratching his nails through the coarse dark hair, bracing his other hand on the car door.

After a short moment of hesitance, not convinced it was actually happening, Derek responded, a sudden burst of confidence and recklessness goading him into moving his lips against Stiles’ petal soft ones. A small, happy rumble sounded low in Derek’s chest, a wolfish purr reverberating through him as he savored the addictive taste of Stiles’ lips.

As he leaned further into the car, craning his neck at an awkward angle, Stiles deepened the kiss, humming against Derek’s lips as though to answer the werewolf’s thunderous rumble. He very gingerly swiped his tongue over Derek’s bottom lip, as though worried how he might react, before breaking the kiss all too soon, licking his lips with a shy smile.

“Since you’re my mate and all,” he explained, still running his thumb over the rough grain of Derek’s cheek, pinky finger rubbing the smooth skin by his ear. His warm breath wafted over Derek’s damp bottom lip as he spoke, the taste of chocolate and Stiles lingering in Derek’s mouth. Tilting his head up, Stiles waved at Laura, cheerfully greeting, “Hey, Laura!―” he turned back to Derek, lowering his voice to an intimate whisper “―Guess I’ll see ya around, Derek.”

“Yeah…” Derek murmured while Stiles turned on his heel to walk back to the bakery, waving at them again as he slipped back inside the bakery, a wide grin still on his face. Derek found his own face splitting into a bright smile, a swarm of butterflies in his stomach as his hopes for the future rose, his situation looking so much better than he had, suddenly feeling much more optimistic.

“What the hell was that?!” Laura screeched, breaking him out of his little reverie to blink at him owlishly, eyes comically large as she gawked at him like he had two heads. He just smiled and bit his lip, still riding the high Stiles’ kiss had given him, ignoring her question until she irritably reiterated her question, growling, “Derek! What the hell just happened?!”

“I’ll tell you about it later,” Derek promised, looking back over his right shoulder at the bakery, feeling positively giddy. If this is how mornings after a full moon went, with kisses from Stiles, he could definitely get used to full moon nights. And really, it was about time.

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#sterek #sterek fic #eternalsterek #alternate universe #baker!stiles #professor!derek #true alpha!derek #spark!Stiles #first meetings #first kiss #getting together #my fic #w0wr00d

[justjimedits]

“Scott violated Derek’s agency, bodily autonomy and consent because he is a true hero! Scott did it for the greater good, really! Derek took it well”

https://princeescaluswords.tumblr.com/post/190965018335/gee-why-wont-scott-just-submit-to-derek#notes

@liliaeth:

I was going through some older pro-scott posts, and of course a Scott hater had to come on the post to whine about it.

One of the things that hit me, was their claim that they ‘liked Scott in s1, but that in s2 ‘Scott didn’t ask for help’, and ‘helped everyone except for Derek’

And it made me remember that when they say that, what they actually meant was ‘Scott didn’t submit to Derek’

See, in s1, Scott despite Derek’s bad behavior, was desperate enough to accept Derek’s ‘help’, put up with Derek’s abuse, and despite Stiles advising it against him, let Derek ‘train’ him. Which basically came down to letting Derek beat him up in a way that was in no way helpful to actually teaching Scott how to control his shift.

But what these people forget, is that by the end of s1, Derek betrayed Scott. not just in Code Breaker, which if you stretch canon, can be claimed to be for Scott’s own good. (you know if you ignore the lying, manipulation and so on…)

But no, Code Breaker wasn’t the real problem. ‘Co-Captain’ was. Derek went with Stiles to the clinic to find out who’d sent that text to Allison to lure her to the school, and found out that Peter was the alpha.

At that point Derek had a choice, to keep standing up to Peter, but he didn’t.

So when Scott next faced Derek, he was shocked to find out that not only was Peter the Alpha, but to see Derek stand there and side with Peter. To have Derek stand by and do nothing as Peter violated Scott, and forced his memories of the fire into Scott’s mind. And even worse… they then left this half naked sixteen year old boy writhing on the floor after this assault, abandoning him to anyone who might have found him there.

Could you imagine how many fics there would be about that utter horrifying betrayal, if it had happened to Derek? Or hell, to Stiles? Or Isaac?

But because it happened to Scott, most people seem to utterly forget it, and then they wonder why in s2, Scott didn’t trust Derek, and wouldn’t accept him as his Alpha?

And to go back to Codebreaker. I’m saying that the betrayal in Code Breaker wasn’t as bad as the one in Co-Captain, but it came on top of the first one. Especially since it happened after Scott was still willing to save Derek, despite Stiles trying to get in the way of it. Scott risked himself, knowing the Argents were already after him, to go save Derek from them.

And to then find out that either Derek had lied to him about a cure all along, or he really didn’t know it wasn’t a cure, and then took Scott’s only hope of a cure away from him. Either option is just as horrifyingly bad. Yet at no point did Derek try to explain himself, or apologize in anyway..

So then we come to s2.

Derek has betrayed Scott, he has basically made it clear he can’t be trusted in any real way. And on top of that in s201 Gerard makes it clear that he’s throwing out the Code. That he’ll kill any werewolf in town, regardless of age, regardless of how or why they got the bite. Scott knows that Derek heard this threat, since Derek was holding him back from saving that Omega.

And to then find out that, regardless of this clear threat to any werewolf in town, Derek decided to manipulate three other teens into taking the bite, directly risking their lives. (and as we find out later from Boyd, he didn’t fully explain this threat to them) To not even start on Derek’s treatment of Jackson, or Derek’s attempted murder of Lydia.

Yet somehow, all of that, still isn’t seen as reason enough for Scott to not just submit to Derek, and do whatever Derek tells him to? Scott is supposed to just submit to this violent abusive white man, who has done nothing to Scott, but betray him, endanger other kids Scott knows as classmates and make stupid mistake after stupid mistake, with no plan whatsoever to deal with Gerard?

People complain that Scott trusted Theo in 5a, yet based on the information Scott actually had, Theo did more to earn Scott’s trust in 5a, than Derek ever did in s1-s3a.

And this is where fanon becomes the problem. because most fanfics don’t deal with canon Derek; They don’t deal with creepy violent abusive anti-hero Derek of s1 or full on villain Derek of s2. They try and paint him as this sweet stoic guy who meant well, ignoring his actual behavior. And showing more sympathy for the full grown white man, than they do for the Latino teenager who has to put up with Derek’s horrible treatment of him.

Because of this, they also ignore that the easiest solution for Scott, to get rid of both Derek and Gerard, and the threat they both posed to him, would have been to use them against one another.

All Scott had to do, was tell Gerard where Derek was hiding. Simple solution, hand Derek over to Gerard; hell, in Battlefield, Gerard was threatening not just Scott’s Mom, Scott’s best friend, and everyone else on or around the field. And Scott had already been told by Isaac that Boyd and Erica had already run off, so as far as he knew they’d have been safe. All Scott had to do was tell Gerard the location of Derek’s hide out, and send Gerard after Derek.

Scott already knew that the moment Gerard managed to get the bite from Derek, that he’d be taken down.

Easy fix, easy sollution.

But did Scott do so? No. Despite the threat, Scott still refused to give up and/or betray derek.

Because despite everything Derek had done to him and others, Scott still cared about him, and wanted to protect him.

But I guess that doesn’t matter, does it?

@brydeswhale:

I sort of worry about, like, what do these people treat the people in their lives like and how do those people treat them?

We’re talking people who think that a high school kid should just give in to the every whim and demand of an abusive older man, and about people who think said abusive older man shoving a kid’s head into a dashboard is the height of romance.

Something is very wrong here.

@liliaeth:

It becomes especially noticeable when you start looking at the s1 or s2 fixit tags on ao3.

Because in their ‘fix its’ what needs to be fixed, isn’t Derek’s bad behavior.

Derek’s behavior is glossed over, or it’s treated as the right way to treat betas, or ‘Derek is just being a harsh drill sergeant to ‘protect’ his betas’

In their fix its, Scott ‘ happily’ submits to Derek (and then fades into the background, where in their opinion he belongs as one of the Greek chorus of betas who are just there to show how important and leaderly Derek is.)

Their fix its have Scott, and/or Boyd and Erica grovelling to Derek for forgiveness for not just doing what the oh so great white man tells them to. And then utterly ignores their concerns, because Boyd, Scott’s or Erica’s concerns about Derek don’t matter. All that matters is poor woobie Derek’s feelings.

I’ve seen several fics where Melissa makes Scott apologize to Derek and just makes him do what Derek tells him to. And fics like that make me scared of what kind of parents they have. Because if at age 16 my Mom had ever found out that a full grown man treated me the way Derek did Scott, she’d have called the cops on him, and possibly beaten the crap out of him if she wouldn’t have full on killed him herself.

@princeescaluswords:

Some of the blame for the pervasive idea that Scott was unfair to Derek lies with the production itself. The writers and producers thought it was self-evident that Derek had gone full-on villain in Season 2 – that he was one of the people that Scott had to overcome.

It started with the death of Peter at the end of Season 1. That entire scene wasn’t shot as Derek killing his uncle out of necessity or as a way to protect others. Peter was helpless on the ground, and Scott was begging Derek in the background. Derek hesitated in the face of Scott’s begging, but neither did he explain why he couldn’t let Scott do it. There was no urgency. Derek was angry and vengeful, which is what Peter meant when he said “You’ve already decided. I can smell it on you.” It’s an interesting choice of words unless you take them at their connotation – Derek had always intended to kill Peter since Scott’s revelation of Peter’s culpability.

And then there’s the two shots – Derek’s ominous “I’m the Alpha Now” and his wordless biting of Jackson. We’re meant to believe that Derek’s going to be a villain in Season 2. I mean, they even had the Argents lay it out:

Victoria: “What about Scott?”

Chris: “I’m not the only one he has to worry about now.”

In Season 2, Derek doesn’t get any better. He screws up with Isaac in Shape Shifted (2x02). His skeevy seduction of Erica in Ice Pick (2x03). His brutal beating of Scott (including using claws and stepping on his neck) after he sends teenagers to beat up other teenagers in Ice Pick. His abandonment of Jackson when he thinks he’s going to die in Omega (2x01). His shattering Isaac’s bones and his callous pimping of Erica in Abomination (2x04). His mafia-boss impression during the kidnapping of Stiles in Abomination and Jackson in Venomous (2x05). His insistence on killing Lydia and his assault on the McCall house in Venomous. His attempted execution of Jackson in Frenemy (2x06). His embrace of his uncle – AGAIN – after being warned not to. His lying to his pack in both Battlefield (2x11) and Master Plan (2x12).

When Scott said “You might be an alpha, but you’re not mine,” the production believed that it was a comeuppance – a consequence of Derek’s behavior ever since he declared himself alpha. It went hand-in-hand with the theme that being hurt by others doesn’t justify you hurting others, same as with Peter, Deucalion, Gerard, Jennifer, etc. Derek took it well, which is why Derek and Scott were allies in Season 3 and beyond.

The production simply didn’t comprehend how far fandom would go to champion a good-looking white man with a sad backstory. It doesn’t matter that he got Boyd, Erica, and Isaac into a middle of a war they had nothing to do with. It doesn’t matter if Derek was just as brutal and manipulative (only far less successful) than Gerard. All that mattered was that Derek was attractive and that his scenes with Stiles were funny.

And when they say “Scott didn’t care about Derek!” they just ignore all the scenes where Scott tries to talk to Derek – in Episodes 201, 202, 203, 204, and 205. Five straight episodes where Scott tried to get Derek to stop doing this, and five episodes where Derek told Scott to fuck off.

It was all about submission of a hero of color to a white male villain, even as the hero embodied the themes of the show (all life has value and vengeance is pointless) and the villain rejected them.

#submission #not adding anything to it #too tired to think #Teen Wolf discussion

[healthandfitnessrecipes-blog]

Worth the sacrifice

https://healthandfitnessrecipes.com/?p=7244

You’ve decided to get more serious about your running and push your performance to the next level. You’re happy to train hard, but you’re not sure how strict you need to be with lifestyle factors like diet, sleep and alcohol. Do you have to constantly live like an athlete, get to bed early every night and ditch the occasional takeaway and glass of wine if you want to start nailing those personal bests?

“There will definitely have to be some sacrifices and lifestyle adjustments along the way,” says Jennifer Irvine, founder of healthy food company Pure Package (purepackage.com). “It’s all part of the process of making your body healthier and stronger. It really depends on each individual and how seriously you are taking your training regime and how much you want to achieve your goal.”

“Addressing all of these things would yield the best results,” says ultrarunner and Herbalife ambassador Martin Kelly (herbalifeactive.co.uk/martinkelly).

Most of us know we could improve our lifestyle. We aren’t athletes and we can’t devote all our time to running. So, let’s look at the significance of changing or improving various elements of our lives and see which ones will make the most difference to our ability to run well.

Sleep Can you get away with less than you need? Unlikely. Nutritionist and former competitive cross-country runner Clare Goodwin (thepcosnutritionist.com) believes you can’t cut corners when it comes to sleep, especially when you’re training hard. “If I had to look at all three [lifestyle elements] out of nutrition, sleep and alcohol then sleep would be the one to improve,” she says. “Thinking you’re OK when you’re eating well and doing your training but not getting enough sleep is not good. I don’t think people take recovery seriously enough.”

Experts all agree that lack of sleep can be very damaging. “Sleep is the time when the body repairs and reacts to the stimulus from training,” says Professor John Brewer, Head of School of Sport, Health & Applied Science at St. Mary’s University (stmarys.ac.uk/home.aspx ). “Regular late nights will build up fatigue and a lack of sleep could eventually impact on the body’s immune system and increase the chance of injury or illness, so making sure that sleep is of good quality, rather than for lengthy periods, is the most important thing.”

Look at your evening routine carefully and see where you can make improvements. “If you’re spending your evenings sitting up watching TV and you’re not gaining anything from that, that’s probably the easiest habit to change,” says running coach George Anderson (runningbygeorge.com). “When we recover, we get benefits from the sessions we have done. Rest is as important as the training. When you train hard and push your body, it creates adaptation. It makes the body go: ‘Wow, she’s never had me run this fast before. I’m going to have to grow new muscle fibres’. It’s only when you have the rest period that your body gets the chance to do that.”

Nutrition Can you still have the occasional takeaway or treat food? “Nutrition is a little bit more challenging to change as it’s not just a logical issue – it’s an emotional one too,” says Anderson. “It’s not just about being more disciplined and knowing what you should do. It’s about understanding how your emotions will control your decisions. However, there are plenty of small, marginal gains you can

make with your diet that will help boost performance. I’d encourage runners to eat oily fish, chia seeds, flaxseeds – anything high in omega 3. If you are going to have a takeaway, go out for a meal or have cake or alcohol then don’t feel guilty about it. Take away that judgement of whether you should or shouldn’t have done it. Enjoy it and move on if it’s occasional, but if it’s something you’re doing on a regular basis then you have an opportunity to change.”

Brewer points out that poor food choices can lead to weight gain, which in itself is unhelpful for fast running. “If you are getting the results you desire and having alcohol in moderation and the odd poor meal, then there’s your answer,” says Kelly. “If you aren’t hitting your goals and still indulging, then perhaps it’s time to let go of those things that may be blocking you.”

Alcohol Can you have the occasional glass of wine or should you abstain completely? “The nutritional value of booze is negligible,” says Kelly. “It clearly isn’t going to help you run faster, but eradicating the odd glass of wine probably won’t increase speed significantly. The sacrifice may drive a resentment if results don’t come, leading to less motivation.”

If you have an important race coming up, you may want to abstain in the months leading up to the race. “I would abstain completely three months before the world championship,” says Goodwin. “Alcohol can interfere with your sleep and, during really heavy training phases, anything that’s going to slightly decrease ability to sleep is a big no-no. Even moderate amounts of alcohol have been known to disrupt sleep.”

Caffeine Should you drink more caffeine? “Scientific studies show that caffeine levels peak in the blood about an hour after consumption and this is associated with improved mental alertness and concentration,” says Brewer. “Timing is important and the mental focus associated with caffeine could help to improve running performance. However, if alertness is too high, a runner may start off too quickly, consequently fatiguing during the latter stages of a run. Caffeine can also act as a diuretic, increasing the urge to pee, which can be a problem in longer races.”

Training Should your training plan be completely strict or can you ‘freefall’ with your running now and then? “It’s very hard to stick with a training plan for 12 months of the year, unless you are a really top athlete,” says Brewer. “Peaking, periodisation, tapering, training volume and training intensity are all part of the domain of a good coach. The simplest way to get a more structured training plan is to join a club. Great coaches will get their athletes to a state where they can almost look after themselves, with a ‘menu’ of training sessions that can be called upon at different times, blending both high intensity and recovery sessions into their running week. We know from scientific studies that simply doing more of the same does not lead to continuous improvement, so including high-intensity sessions such as fartlek running, interval sessions and hill running is important.”

Does that mean you should ditch that weekly parkrun that you enjoy with your friends? “It depends on your training plan,” says Kelly. “If you want to keep doing it because you enjoy the social element, then try to incorporate it into your training plan. Some weeks, just use it as part of the long slow run and, on other weeks, use it as a tempo run or timed effort.”

Friends Should you focus on spending time with like-minded runners in order to improve and avoid friends who want to party? “Behaviour breeds behaviour,” says Martin. “It’s harder to stay true to a path when influences around you are heading in different directions. Conversely, if you are around people on the same journey, the ‘pack’ mentality comes in and everyone pushes each other to do more. It’s not impossible to go it alone and swim against the tide, but it is harder. But that doesn’t mean cut your social groups out. Just limit the time you spend with them. You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with. Choose those people wisely.”

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