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Teen Wolf 1x12

Ah, yes, Chris honking at Scott instead of aiming a weapon at him is totally in character. We shall honk to warn this creature off, despite the fact that we’ve been stalking him for eleven episodes.

Lol, Peter just walks off like Stiles will do exactly as he’s told. Please don’t have Stiles do exactly as he’s told. Have him text Jackson and Danny to track down Scott’s cell and then tell Scott about it.

See? The woods are like two steps away from the school and it would have been a lot harder for the police and Argent’s to track Derek in the woods than on the streets in that one episode.

Allison’s reaction after Scott runs is approximately forty seconds long, some slow motion, mostly in close up with one long shot.

Scott’s reaction is approximately forty seconds long, some slow motion, mostly in long shot with one close up that almost immediately dollies back to a long shot.

And the one close up is on the scream instead of the sobbing.

Why do they keep making these choices to de-emphasize Scott’s pain/anguish/trauma? Like, it’s weird, right? It’s not just me?

Like, from the beginning they’ve been telling this story about how being treated like a monster doesn’t make you one. Pretty much every character, with the exceptions of Allison, Melissa, and Deaton have treated Scott like a monster, a pawn, a tool, a thing to be used. Some to more extent than others, but even Stiles has treated Scott like that on several occasions.

And the story seems to be trying to show us at every turn how Scott refuses to be used. Refuses at every turn to cast aside his humanity and descend into a mindless, angry thing that the Hales want him to be and the Argents expect him to be. The storyline, the dialogue, the acting all support this. But half the time the shots don’t, and it’s driving me nuts, honestly.

Does Jackson actually care about Lydia now too? My headcanon where he got empathic bleed from Scott is holding up, I see.

Oh. Menstruation jokes about a teenage girl from a grown man is definitely not gross and creepy and demeaning. I guess that’s one characterization they haven’t screwed up yet.

Okay, so, 1) it’s interesting that Chris recognized what Kate was doing but didn’t stop it, 2) it’s interesting that Kate was the one to volunteer to come instead of Chris bringing her in like I thought, and 3) Chris, buddy. You fucking chose to try to run Scott over and have him turn in front of your daughter, Kate wasn’t even there. Take ownership of your own fucking actions, my dude.

Lol, Kate, you’re usually a better liar than that. ALSO, I still haven’t heard how the school janitor was connected so until we do he’s an innocent victim.

And now we also know that Kate’s actions with the fire either weren’t sanctioned by Chris - most likely - or weren’t sanctioned within the hunting community at all. I’m still trying to figure out the hierarchy of the hunters, and how big the family/network is.

Now that Allison is in the know maybe we’ll learn more, but even with two born werewolves we’ve learned shit about that culture so I’m not holding my breath.

It makes no sense that he’s sending Kate with Allison unless he just wants Kate out of the way. Mrs. Argent would seem like a better choice in several respects, not the least of which she hasn’t been going behind Chris’ back with Allison already. Also, bro, Kate ain’t exactly the comforting type and your kid needs comfort right now.

Okay, so her mother clearly isn’t the comforting type either. Are we saying that Allison get her compassion from Chris? Oh boy.

They keep mentioning the ‘moral code’ they have, but not giving us details. I mean, it’s apparent that Kate doesn’t follow it, and clearly others are willing to bend it. But even the “good” ones like Chris still try to rile up werewolves into going past a specific line in the sand.

Hunters are just a bunch of cops, huh? No accountability, protect their own over anyone else, instigate werewolves to violence so that they can feel justified in killing them.

So I guess he did steal Jennifer’s car. Still doesn’t make sense how he and Derek got to the school before Stiles when they presumably left at least ten minutes after him, but whatever. Also, did Derek kill the nurse when he hit her in the face? There was definitely a lot of blood. And this now makes (at least) two people not associated with the fire that got murdered.

Scott going to the vet is a good fucking call and he should have done it sooner. He should, perhaps, actually call Deaton though because he’s like the only one who’s been both compassionate enough and capable enough to help you.

So, like, Allison doesn’t know who to believe, and I get that. Her family says they love her, but they’ve been lying to her. Scott says he loves her but he’s been lying to her. It’s hard to figure out who to trust.

Out of curiosity, though. How is Scott able to get past the Mountain Ash? Is it just because he’s got a key to the back, and never goes out the front? Did it only get added after Deaton was kidnapped by Derek or maybe it only works on Alphas? So many questions!

Hey, look, we actually got close up on Scott’s grief that actually lasted about the same amount of time as someone else’s! It can be done!

Well, I see the family resemblance between Derek and Peter now.

Oh. Hey. A cop being shitty? Weird. Like, fuck, dude, Jackson’s a goddamn asshole, but a) you don’t know anything about that, b) he’s a fucking minor, and c) you have no idea what the fuck happened or how traumatized he might have been. And, like, none of the other cops with him are pulling him back? Jesus Christ.

Aside from how it makes sense cause cops are just generally shitty, why the fuck would he act like that about two kids we’ve never really seen him interact with? Either he’s got something against Jackson or he’s weirdly protective over Lydia and both of those options creep me out a little.

No, no, don’t bother apologizing to the kid you manhandled for no reason.

“Only the responsible ones,” Peter says, ignoring the dead body literally underneath where Stiles is typing. And the janitor. Can’t forget that guy.

Stiles trying to protect Scott is nice, if futile.

Scott gets his terrible security protocols from his mother. But at least his was passively bad, while hers was actively bad. I still can’t believe she just let Jackson use her computer like that.

Also, his is not, you know, illegal criminally or civilly with criminal consequences that could include termination, up to $50,000 in fines, and a prison sentence.

I’m sorry, but did this fucking show give us a guy who not only knows about werewolves but feels totally secure standing up to one and subsequently getting the werewolf to stand down, which our main character witnessed, and then not have the main character, like, go to him for help? Just have him go there for refuge?

I DO NOT UNDERSTAND, GIVE ME DEATON.

Oh, hey. Scott howling again. I hope this time works better than last time. I can kind of understand why this was not his first choice of things to try given his previous experience.

But, uh, are you telling me Peter didn’t hear that and won’t also come running? Or that Peter didn’t think to try that instead of the whole phone thing? Or, like, now that apparently Derek is his beta, Peter can’t track him that way like he’s basically done to Scott during this whole show?

I feel like the phone thing was put in there specifically as a way to make Stiles useful. Especially since we haven’t seen this skill set from him before.

FYI, that longitude/latitude puts you in Antarctica.

Lol, so we specifically made a comment about how the service might not work in a parking garage and popped out the mifi, but we’re totally able to bypass that same issue to get the gps coordinates from a phone that’s underground. Sure, Jan.

Okay, so at least Peter did hear the howl. And you know what? I’ll accept that Scott outsmarted him because he’s done it several times already. The weird part is that you’d think Peter would be the one more in touch with the werewolf instinct and Scott would be the one more apt to use technology, but we’re getting the reverse.

If I had any faith in these folks, I’d have to wonder if that was on purpose. Like, has modern werewolf culture lost itself to the violence and lost all connection to its proto culture? Not all werewolf myths cast them as monstrous and bad, particularly Irish and Scottish folklore have them as helpful protectors. Scott McCall.

Ummm, why is Allison at the hospital? Did she hear Jackson’s voicemail and insist on coming? Did Kate just dump her somewhere and then she heard what happened to Lydia?

I actually really like the super quick flashes of the bloody room and Lydia writhing. That was very effective.

Okay, so Kate’s using this to manipulate Allison some more. Gotcha. Chris, you’re dumb for letting her be under Kate’s influence some more.

Stiles, why would you even ask that?

Oh. Okay. So we’re good with biting people of color and women and turning them without asking, but you’re gonna ask the white kid if he wants it. Why do I, once again, feel like that’s social commentary that they didn’t actually intend to make, but is so spot on it’s painful?

Also, is this the first episode where they’ve explained that the bite doesn’t always take, and that it’s not due to the intent of the one biting, but the biology (?) of the one being bitten?

That still doesn’t explain why Peter didn’t bite more people when Scott balked. Peter clearly doesn’t mind sacrificing people when convenient.

Peter is really much better at manipulation than Derek was. He and Kate are cut from the same cloth.

Part of me thinks that Stiles was lying because we’ve seen him be envious of Scott. The other part of me knows that Peter’s a lying liar who lies and no one should ever trust him.

The stark fucking difference between how the Sheriff treated Jackson versus how he’s treating Stiles.

I feel like that phone battery would have died by now. I have zero memory of how good phone batteries were 13 years ago though.

Wait, did this fucking bozo not hear Derek roaring? Dumbass.

Why does the lighting on the walls of this place always look like the light is reflecting off water but there’s no sound of water when they walk. I noticed it in the last episode too. Very distracting.

Why the fuck did Stiles bring up Derek? First of all, he knows his dad knows that because he got his dad drunk and his dad told him he knows that. Second, unless he’s planning on confessing everything and getting the police to roll up to Derek’s place, then saying that right now is incredibly dumb.

Holy shit! They did it to someone other than Scott this time! Made him look dumb so that someone else could have a snappy comeback! Why is this thing that these writers do? I mean, other than them being bad at their jobs.

I honestly can’t remember, does Stiles know that Allison got the necklace from her aunt? Also, like, he doesn’t even describe it, but Stiles somehow puts it together, lol.

“You really want to talk about this right now?” Says the guy who has, of course, been super forthcoming with Scott about werewolves this whole time. Who literally didn’t just switch sides to help Peter in a way that left Scott traumatized and writhing half naked on a locker room floor. This guy who has totally never made Scott’s life actively worse or hurt him almost every single time they met.

Yeah, Fuckface, he wants to talk about this now and with good reason.

Derek’s practically his own movie theater with how much he’s projecting on all these kids.

Btw, I am taking this as confirmation that Derek had, in fact, switched sides and was not actually playing along to still try to stop Peter. Which means that he’s a trash fire of a human being who has currently done only two good things. Possibly ever.

Weren’t there just police all over the hospital? I feel like someone should maybe notice a group of armed men terrorizing two high school kids after what happened to Lydia.

Scott’s sad little, “Just say you’ll help and I’ll unlock your other…” is so funny because, like, even if Derek said it Scott was resigned to the fact that he wouldn’t be telling the truth, but would unlock him anyway.

Chris’ friend tried to kill him, huh? Was it because he was surrounded by people he knew wanted to kill him? Was it because he was hurt and in pain and just needed to learn how to control it? Like, I feel like there were other ways you could have handled that, Chris. If all you’ve got is a gun, every problem looks like a target, I guess.

I don’t buy that Kate and Allison got there before Peter. He’s there somewhere.

Why didn’t they shoot the flashbulb one first? It’s unnecessarily cruel, which is Kate’s M.O. but it still feels weird that Allison would go along with it.

Thank you, I guess for at least saying that Allison wasn’t willing to go along with killing. But, like, she knows Derek was being tortured. What did she think was going to happen if they did just capture Scott?

Lol. Okay, sure. Kate and Allison and Chris all got there before Peter.

“I did what I was told to do.”

Huh. I’m going to be real with you, I assumed that Kate would bust out with her warped views on why they need to die and that’s it’s a good thing and they’re just animals. I wasn’t expecting someone pulling her strings. I mean, I guess she could be lying, but why?

It makes way more sense that Chris is a naive idiot, honestly, than to think there wasn’t corruption in the hunters, they’re cops.

Lol, Chris, you fucking shot that same kid three months ago with no proof he’d spilled human blood. Bud, leg to stand on? You ain’t really got one.

Although good to know at least part of their code.

Wait, are these bullets even wolfsbane? Will normal bullets even kill werewolves? Derek was basically fisted through his chest and survived, so I guess I assumed they were more lethal than regular bullets.

We hunt those who hunt us. Well that’s definitely not the truth. Not if they were there the when Laura Hale died because she was the first victim and clearly a werewolf.

Peter did you have to succumb to the drama of the creaking door? Really? You couldn’t have just quietly launched yourself at Kate and dragged her off before anyone could get off a shot?

Also, where the fuck are Chris’ men who were at the hospital with them? Why did Chris not call for backup en route since apparently Stiles gave him the location. Sloppy work.

I understand that you’ve loved her your whole life Allison, but you just found out that she killed a bunch of innocent people including children and she almost killed the boy you said you loved right in front of you. I feel like running after her is the wrong choice.

Perhaps checking on your father or grabbing back the weapon you lost are better first choices.

You know what? I’m fine with that. Kate dying in that house by Peter’s hand works for me.

I am shocked, shocked to find that gambling is going on here.

The shaky cam, the low light, and the fact that all three of them are wearing black leather jackets is not helping me figure out what’s happening in this fight.

Like, I don’t want to be reductionist and go for the simple metaphors, but for symmetry Scott should be in the red hoodie, Derek should only be wearing his light gray/dirty white shirt to show how he’s nominally fighting the good fight here even if he’s still not a good guy, and Peter should be in dark or colors indistinguishable from black.

Or they could have just used some more damn lighting, that’s an option too, I guess.

Well, I guess the cgi werewolf will theoretically make it a little easier to tell who’s who.

Hey, Stiles and Jackson. Good of you guys to show up. What kept you?

Wow, the practical effects for the Alpha are jarringly better than the cgi. Should’ve gone with as many practical effects as possible. Which is honestly so true for most things.

Oh. I guess they stopped by the chemistry room first. Lol.

Well. This is actually a very good strategy, Stiles. I can’t imagine anyone would react well to being lit on fire, but Peter’s going to react worse than most. Out of idle curiosity, why did you only make two?

I feel like, keep shooting is also an option here?

Look, Allison, girl. I get that you understandably believe Scott was telling the truth now, but, uh. If I were Scott I’d push you away until we could talk shit over because you totally let your aunt almost kill me in cold blood.

I get it’s a teen show, which means kissing instead of talking, but still. Not really appropriate after you watched your aunt get murdered and all y’all tried to burn a man to death.

“Because I love you,” is a bad answer.

How about because both you and my family lied to me and I didn’t know who to trust, so I trusted them because they’re my family and I’ve only known you for three months. But Kate showed that my trust in her was misplaced, and you showed that my trust in you wasn’t, and I’m sorry I almost got you killed.

Oh. Hey, Peter wasn’t all the way dead. We were all just letting him suffer and possibly heal up then? That’s a choice, I guess.

Now, big question time. Is Derek going to let Scott try to kill Peter to see if it will actually reverse the change or is he going to take his revenge for Peter killing Laura and screw Scott over forever? Hmmm, based on almost all of Derek’s previous behavior, I’m stumped.

I wonder if the Argent’s knew about that possible cure. I wonder if a hunter getting turned and killing their Alpha is how they found out that it was a possibility in the first place. Or maybe a hunter started it as a rumor to try to get betas to kill their Alphas.

This just in, Derek Hale remains a garbage fire of a human being. This is my shocked face.

The Sheriff just out here touching evidence with his bare hands.

I love how in the episode where they specifically say that you either turn or die from the bite that immediately gets disproven. Hey, quick question: does anyone actually know anything about werewolves? Maybe that’s why we’re not getting any details. None of the writers fucking know anything either.

Ugh, Jackson’s back again. If Derek turns him, he’ll be the stupidest goddamn man alive. Which means he’s going to.

Any bets that Jackson being turned will somehow make him more scared than less?

Aaaand we’ve got more hunters coming. Is it like a tribunal because the Argent’s fucked up? Is it the person pulling Kate’s strings, who knows!

Okay, so, here’s the thing. The story structure is killing me here. Too much is happening after the climax. We didn’t need the Sheriff finding Kate, that should’ve been cut. It gave us no knew information and that storyline was wrapped up again with the newspaper article like 30 seconds later.

We didn’t actually need to find out about Lydia not being a werewolf and possibly being something else. There was already a cliffhanger about her, we didn’t need to resolve that cliffhanger only to immediately have a new one but with less tension.

This should have ended with just the Jackson & Derek scene to theoretically wrap up that storyline, and the Argent scene - which gave us new information - transitioning to Scott and Allison cuddling under the moon - which is the resolution.

Season One Thoughts

This is a story about not becoming a monster. Kate was monstrous because she was ‘just following orders.’ Peter and Derek and even Jackson to an extent were monstrous because they let their pain selfishly consume them and then took it out on everyone else. Chris is perhaps the least monstrous because while he clearly refused to see what was in front of him for years, when there was nothing else to see but the truth, he did step up. Scott is, of course, the monster who refused to be monstrous.

I think Scott is a refreshing character. He’s a lead of color in a teen show, which is incredibly rare. He’s a teenager who does dumb teenager things and makes mistakes, but tries so hard to do the right thing. He’s stubborn and kind, and those are shown as both strengths and weaknesses, which I like. He clearly takes after his mother a whole bunch, and they have a sweet relationship.

I thought Allison and Stiles were good, complex characters, but there were certainly some iffy fucking characterizations choices for Stiles at the beginning of the season and some iffy fucking mischaracterizations with Allison at the end.

And finally, with my whole chest, DEATON IS MY FAVORITE. I want to know literally everything about him and I hope so very much that he gets a chance to be the mentor that Scott deserves.

#teen wolf #scott mccall #allison argent #derek hale #episode reaction #stiles stilinski #jackson whittemore #lydia martin #chris argent #alan deaton #peter hale #1x12 #kate argent

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allhalesterekstilinski · 10 months

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I do like complaining about t*en w*lf, it’s a hobby honestly. I’ve been thinking a lot about the parents lately, so I decided to give my brutally honest opinions about each of them. In case you don’t want to read all of my opinions, TLDR I don’t like most of the parents.

If you do want to hear my reasonings, I’ll put it under the cut because there is a lot of negativity.

These are my opinions and I’m explaining why I feel the way I do. You are by no means obligated to agree with me, and I’m not saying your opinions are wrong, all I ask is you are respectful.

This is my interpretation of the characters and their actions (as parents, not every single decision they’ve ever made). My interpretation may be influenced by my own experiences. If you disagree, I welcome you make your own post. If you really hate what I have to say, block me.

I do try to look at good and bad parenting decisions from each parent, but depending on what the act itself is, some hold more weight than others, as well as the number of good vs bad.

Let’s start with the dads

Noah Stilinski

Good

Said he would burn the sheriff’s station to the ground to protect Stiles

Was frantically looking for him when he went missing (on multiple occasions)

Pointed a gun at Chris when he thought he was going to shoot “Stiles”

Tried to help him get out of the train station

Stopped drinking (this is twofold, it was good for Stiles and for himself)

Bad

In regards to the first point, he followed it up with ‘a good way to forgive yourself is to forgive someone else.’ He made it all about Scott. I know he wasn’t aware of what Scott said, but Scott doesn’t need to be forgiven

“I don’t want to feel worse by yelling at my son” this sounds to me like he blames Stiles for getting fired. He shouldn’t have been fired, but he also shouldn’t be blaming Stiles

Stiles comes to him with XYZ and Noah doesn’t believe him. Scott comes to him with XYZ and he believes him. Not cool to believe someone else over your own kid, especially when they said the same thing. This happens multiple times

Edit to add: He basically calls Stiles a liar and never apologizes for it

Noah agreed to let Stiles to go Eichen. Even if he tried to back out later, he still let him go through with it

This one seems more minor, but not telling your kid who you’re going on a date with. Kinda awkward that it’s his crush’s mom

He leaves Stiles with Claudia. He thinks his job is more important than to support his son and his dying wife. He also did this knowing that Claudia assaulted Stiles. That’s not a great way to say you care about your kid (Noah, not Claudia, her too though)

“Thank you, son I should have had.” This is not funny. I don’t give a fuck what Stiles said before this. That’s not funny. You don’t joke about wanting someone else to be your kid. My dad made it very obvious he loved my step-brothers more than me and that shit is painful. (Additionally I’m sick of seeing “if you think that’s bad parenting, you had good parents.” I think that’s bad parenting and I had a shitty parent. There are real people in real life whose parents don’t like them and wish to trade them for a different kid. I think this is one of the most hurtful things spoken in the show)

He doesn’t know where Stiles is (in "Fury”) when the gun goes off and he calls out for Scott first. Before Stiles. He cares more about Scott’s than Stiles’s well-being. Even if he did know where Stiles was, you call out for your kid first to make sure they’re okay

Yelling “I’m the dad, you’re the son!” Obviously Stiles does not feel like a child in this relationship. He’s too busy being an adult

Additional note: I have no problem with Noah acting like a father figure to those who don’t have dads or good dads, but he should really focus on being a good dad to his own kid first. So far he’s not doing a bang up job.

Chris Argent

Good

Allowed her to take mental health days come season 3

Bad

Told Allison she was responsible for the deaths of everyone if she didn’t tell him who the kanima was. Even if that was true, saying that to your kid’s face and showing them a corpse killed by the kanima is not a good move

Kidnapped his daughter, probably traumatizing her, and implied he would be forced to kill her if she were to change into a werewolf (the last part screams conditional love. And don’t come at me with “that was season 2, he changed later.” No, he didn’t. Chris is not an ally to werewolves, only Scott, and I will fight you)

Emotionally manipulated her into not seeing Scott again by threatening to kill him. (He’s also a hypocrite because in season 1 Kate also held a gun to Scott’s head and he said that wasn’t okay. Doesn’t matter if he wasn’t going to shoot Scott, unlike his sister, threatening it is bad enough)

Allison tells Scott not to laugh when she talks about archery, she also tells Jackson not to laugh before she confides something in him. This sounds like Chris and Victoria blow her off. She still has a box of art she produced from over her life claiming all of it was terrible. It sounds like Chris and Victoria said that to her. If she really truly hated it, she probably wouldn’t keep it. At least not in her room, maybe in storage, but at the moment it’s sitting there as a reminder she’s not good enough

Hid a lot of information from her (the truth about Victoria, the hunter thing – if she was meant to carry on the job, he waited an awful long time to get her into it, but whatever. The fact that he knew about the telluric currents and Gerard being alive)

This is the big one. This is it for me. She told him she loves him and HE DOESN’T SAY IT BACK!!!!

You tell your kid you love them, especially if they say it first. He kissed her head and fucking walked away. I don’t care what your familial love language is, if you can’t tell a person that you either helped make and/or raised or whatever that you love them, don’t be a parent. That shit hurts

He didn’t go to her when she died. She died in Scott’s arms. Chris stood there and watched. Maybe he was in shock, but that doesn’t sound like very good CoMpArTmEnTaLiZiNg. That would have been a good time to say you love your kid, but no. (If you believe the unreliable narrator theory, I certainly do, maybe he did go to her, but this isn’t what we saw in the episode.)

Peter Hale

Good

Wanted to connect with his child when he found out he had one

Was willing to do a big favor for Lydia just to get the name of his child (which was a big deal to him)

Spent thousands of dollars (and we all know how stingy Peter is) to get information on her

Was willing to get burned alive again to see his daughter (6.05)

Used himself as a distraction for the Ghost Riders to save Malia. Twice (the first time was when they were in the tunnels, and then fought them again in the library)

Similarly Peter, who just got done saying he wasn’t sure how Malia could be his daughter since she lacks self-preservation instincts, is willing to potentially sacrifice himself and tells her to run

Her calling him “Dad” snapped him out of the trance

The Anuk-ite used her voice against him, meaning his greatest fear was something happening to her

Bad

Wanted Malia to kill Kate (why? He could do it. Actually, Chris should have done it but he doesn’t have the balls)

Additional notes: The show implies Peter helped out Malia during the brown out in season 5 (through a flashback in season 6), but I never understood what the significance was, so I’m ignoring that until someone can explain it to me.

Ken Yukimura

Good

Was willing to sell out Noshiko, in a way, to help Kira (“Are you sure about that?”)

Was willing to go to prison for Kira when she was (knowingly) wrongly accused of murder

Bad

Didn’t tell her about her kitsune powers until they started to manifest

Didn’t tell her they were planning to go back to New York

Dr. David Geyer

Good

Supportive of Liam and helped him work through his anger

Doesn’t blame him for getting assaulted by Scott (”Are you mad at me?” “No, of course not.”)

Clearly cares about Liam, and his friends

Additional notes: We don’t get to see him enough. I’m mad about it.

Rafael McCall

Good

Tells Scott it’s safer for him to get out of town than stay when Monroe has her army

Bad

Pushed his kid down the stairs. Doesn’t matter if he was drunk or not

Didn’t really apologize to Scott for this incident, instead he pushed the blame to Melissa

Said he would come back soon and then didn’t

Not to mention he doesn’t seem to pay child support since Melissa is struggling and he offers to have dinner with Scott so Melissa can work more shifts instead of just giving her money. But I digress

Proceeded to not spend time with Scott. No phone calls or emails were mentioned (but I guess that doesn’t necessarily mean they didn’t exist. Still didn’t spend time with him, though)

Henry Tate

Good

Was gutted when his family died

Thrilled to find out Malia was alive

Bad

Sent her (?) to Eichen to readjust. That is what therapy is for, not a mental institution. (And who gave her the go ahead to go to high school with a third grade education? The fact that she graduated eventually with the academic success of a nine-year-old tells me she’s hella smart. What 9 yo wouldn’t struggle with pre-calc if they skipped all the stuff in between?)

Mr. Lahey

Bad

Abuses Isaac

Mr. Stewart

Good

When a lot of people (Natalie) didn’t believe Tracy had a real condition or problem, he did

Got her help for the problem (the psychiatrist)

Did everything he could to ease her mind (the dreamcatcher, boarding up the skylight)

Mr. Martin

Good

Went to the hospital to see Lydia

Bad

Tells Lydia she needs to choose who she lives with in the divorce

Presumed she had more problems than successes in school

Went to the hospital to see her, though he seemed a little eager to offer her help with a shower, which was creepy to me

Never to be heard from again. He likely abandoned Lydia

Elias Stilinski

Bad

Abusive and openly mocks his son and grandson (not sure how he remembered someone who was taken by the Ghost Riders)

The Moms

Melissa McCall

Good

Supports Scott no matter what

Bad

Except that one week after she found out he was a werewolf. She didn’t apologize for that either. Much like Chris, she did not express her love for her kid during that time even if she was struggling with his identity

(^ Saying forget everything I said before, if you can do something, do it is not an apology)

Her punishments are empty threats or nonexistent. She doesn’t ground him for sneaking out past curfew, does not punish him for assaulting Isaac (that’s not boys will be boys, that’s straight up assault), or stealing money from the Hales (she only demanded he give it back, no punishment ensued), took away his car keys/Stiles but then seemed to drop the punishment when she thought he was acting out because of his father)

^ Also, no Stiles is not a punishment you can follow through on

Instead of trying to have a conversation about the lone condom she found in his room with him, she goes to the MOM of the girl she ASSUMES he’s fucking. She could have been way off

She told the drunk to get out of the house, not the dad to get out of his life. Wrong. If your spouse hurts your kid, get rid of the whole man. Toodaloo motherfucker. Your stuff is in the trash

Instead of telling her son to get out of town for his safety, she tells him to stay. There is an entire army out to kill your child. He’s always going to be followed and hunted, yes, but it just seems irresponsible

I’m positive this is because the writers didn’t think it through that far or they simply forgot, but fact of the matter is it still happened. Melissa let Scott live with the man who pushed him down the stairs. Why? How are you certain it won’t happen again? How are you certain something worse couldn’t happen? I’m not giving up my kid, not for anything, not for any amount of time. If Melissa has primary physical custody, why would she let this happen?

Natalie Martin

Good

Wants Lydia to see a therapist

Electrocutes Tracy to save Lydia

Bad

“Lydia! What did you do to yourself?” sounds judgmental. Perhaps, upon seeing her daughter has cut her hand by punching the mirror, asking what happened would be more appropriate

Lets a strange boy into her house to be alone with Lydia while she’s drugged up and in negligee. Lydia can wear whatever the hell she wants, especially in her own house, but to let some rando into her room is not a good idea. And she left them alone

Says in season 4 she will do whatever she can to help and then turns around and absolutely does nothing (though this may be less of a parenting thing and more of a terrible person thing)

Sends her to Eichen House for the “best medical care.” Excuse me, ma’am, that is a mental institution, not a medical facility. Also, according to the flashback in Season 5, she saw what happened to Lorraine. I’m not sure if she’s cruel or stupid, but given everything else we know about Natalie, I’m going with both

She doesn’t care when Stiles points out Lydia has a hole in her head. She tries to justify it medically. You remember what happened to your former mother-in-law. Do you believe Lorraine did it to herself?

When Noah tells her what’s going on in Eichen, she waits all day to get Lydia out of there

When Tracy injures Lydia and Lydia tells Natalie to run, she does. She doesn’t risk her own safety to be with her child. She saves herself

Victoria Argent

Bad

“What you want doesn’t matter!” Tracks

She’s unnecessarily hard on Allison it seems (of course you shouldn’t be hard on your kid at all, but I feel Vicky was over the top)

Additional notes: I really don’t remember much about her except that she was a psycho. Some of her points are tied in with Chris.

Noshiko Yukimura

Good

Wants to get Kira help controlling the fox spirit

Bad

Hides Kira’s powers from her until they started to manifest

Sends her to the skinwalkers possibly forever (and then changes her mind)

Doesn’t tell her about the plan to move back to New York

Talia Hale

Bad

She didn’t seem like she was a comfort to Derek after he killed Paige. She told him his eyes were pretty and there was nothing wrong with them. There are definitely other things she could have said such as “It was a mercy kill, that doesn’t make you a bad person” or “She was suffering, you helped her” IDK

If Talia and Laura evolved in the same way Derek did in season 4, how come he didn’t know what was happening to him? I’m assuming Talia didn’t tell him

Additional notes: There’s no information about her as a parent, and these are mostly assumptions

Corinne

Bad

Tries to murder her daughter

Claudia Stilinski

Good

Based on Claudia pre-dementia, she would’ve believed Stiles

Additional notes: And this is according to Stiles who wanted to (rightfully) make his dad feel bad for not believing him. Which he never does. (He also yelled at Stiles unnecessarily)

#anti noah stilinski #anti john Stilinski #anti sheriff stilinski #anti chris argent #peter hale #ken yukimura #david geyer #dr. geyer #anti rafael mccall #henry tate #anti elias stilinski #anti melissa mccall #sort of #anti natalie martin #anti victoria argent #noshiko yukimura #talia hale #claudia stilinski

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thegirl20 · 2 years

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Wow. Lot of feelings about the KCFH finale, eh? Here are mine, for what they are worth.

Okay, let’s address the biggie straight away. I was telling myself all week that it would be fine if they didn’t kiss and they didn’t need to kiss for me to know that their love story was the thread that tied everything together. (All the while secretly hoping they’d kiss and fearing I’d be devastated if they didn’t.) What surprised me was that I was right and that they didn’t need to kiss and I wasn’t devastated. They have all the time in the world now to have fun, explore their feelings, and develop a relationship that’s not in the shadow of abuse and mistreatment. Where they’re both sure they’re not running away from anything else, but running to each other on purpose.

I absolutely loved that Patty broke up with Tammy and told Neil to leave before she knew Allison was back. Patty finally made choices for herself, for her own happiness, independent from Allison. She decided Diane was wrong, and not wanting to be alone isn’t the same as wanting to be with someone if that someone isn’t right.

Both Tammy and Neil ask her what she wants, and she doesn’t really have an answer other than ‘not this’. And that’s okay. Because I feel like Patty is only just learning to even examine the part of her that might want something more or different.

In the early eps, she said that pretending things will change is how they sell washing machines. When Allison asks her if she wants more, she says ‘Everybody knows what their life will look like in 10...20 years’ but she stumbles over the 20, like she’s hearing that number and realising what it means. 20 years of being with those stupid boys doing their stupid things.

Sam tells her that people don’t change (they made Sam a bit one-dimensional for my liking, but that’s a small gripe) and she says that Allison has changed. Allison took action and made something happen. And Patty can too.

I understand, and I want you to be happy. But I can’t uproot my life just to make you happy.

That’s such a big step for Patty, who spent her life doing things with the guys she didn’t particularly like. Or tried to like things Tammy wanted her to like. Patty is going to be happy on her own terms now, and that feels so cathartic to me. Patty is ready to live her life now, and she did that by herself, without anyone needing to ‘save’ her. She saved herself, and now she can die alone with Allison however she wants to.

And Allison. Allison did exactly what Patty said she couldn’t do for Tammy. She uprooted her life to make Patty happy. It didn’t work, obviously, and she learns that for sure when Tammy shows up talking about her acting like a widow waiting for her dead husband to return from sea.

Allison tried to run away from her life, to achieve the life she thought she wanted - the idyllic little town with a nice job, time to read with a cup of tea, a 'friend’ with a brother who is actually useful. But everything feels off. She’s palpably uncomfortable in every scene we see her in. She can’t settle, she can’t relax. Her sense of humour is too dark for the new friend. The new apartment isn’t perfect. (Not sure what the open window metaphor was - that she couldn’t completely close off the window to her old life?)

And it all comes back to what she thinks she ‘deserves’. She doesn’t deserve to go back to Worcester. When the new friend scoffs at this idea, it’s clear to us that it’s not the city Allison thinks she doesn’t deserve, but Patty. She’s drinking beer, she’s playing with Patty’s lighter, she’s homesick. She’s not homesick for her house, or Kevin, or her job. There’s only one reason that we know of that she wanted to stay in Worcester. And only one reason that would draw her back.

And to go back, she needs to address her problems directly. And that means confronting Kevin. I have to admit I was dreading seeing Kevin in the real world. The lighting and camera work were creeping towards it all the way through this episode and I was really scared of what would happen. When the audience gasped and then cheered for Allison, and that was the turning point, that was really effective. As soon as he’s not being seen in the right light by the outside world, as soon as she’s making him look bad, he turns.

It was really unsettling to see him angry, and swearing. To see his facade drop so completely and for it to be clear that he was very aware of the impact of his behaviour, and that it was intentional and malicious.

(Interestingly, Eric Petersen talks in this interview about how the small audience they got in to react to the sitcom, who weren’t seeing the drama bits, were on Kevin’s side by the end of the first season stuff. That kills my soul, but doesn’t surprise me all that much.)

Allison walking out of that house has as much power as any scheme to kill Kevin, or fake her own death. She took back her agency, did a frightening thing, and came out the other side. Like Patty, she took action and made a change to her life so that she could live it the way she wanted. And I am happy for her.

I feel like it’s obvious they thought they would have more time to tell this story, For me, Allison’s decision to return could have been explored a little more. I think we saw more of Patty’s process to get to where she wanted to be, which was easier to do because Patty had people to talk to and react to, whereas Allison had nobody. But a bit more time spent on probably all of the elements in the finale would have been of benefit.

(That said, I wouldn’t have wanted a season 3 that was just Allison being isolated and uncomfortable for multiple episodes. The core of the whole show is Allison and Patty’s relationship and I did miss them being in close proximity in this episode, even if everything they did was laden with their feelings about the other. So multiple episodes of that wouldn’t have been fun.)

And it all ended where it began. On the charred remnants of the porch where Patty and Allison first realised they liked talking to each other. Through domestic abuse, drug dealing, attempted murder, cop girlfriends, high school boyfriends, fake deaths and real deaths, they ended up where they needed to be - with each other.

I get why people wanted them to kiss, I really do. But I feel like we saw them getting to the starting point. What they do from here is up to them - for the first time, truly up to them.

(This got way too long but I forgot to mention above that my favourite bit of the episode was Patty telling Sam that Allison is her favourite person. Patty who is so guarded with her feelings just put that out there into the world because some things are too big to keep inside.)

#this turned out longer than i expected #allison x patty #kevin can fuck himself

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mortal-song · 2 years

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just because you don’t like allison’s s3 arc doesn’t mean you have to invalidate her and her experiences. a character not reacting in a way you’d like them to does not always equate to bad writing. like, sorry you can’t always romanticize trauma? it’s weird because i’ll see some of you hold klaus to this super high regard because of how “soft” his trauma made him, but then will turn around and say allison is this irredeemable monster. not every abuse and trauma survivor is able to make themselves kind right away. most of us have a lot of grief and anger to work through first, and yes, sometimes we lash out. it doesn’t make it okay, but don’t act like there’s “no reason.”

her arc made sense. personally, i’ve seen it coming since i first watched tua. if you couldn’t, then sorry, i guess? there is no “s1 allison” or “s2 allison.” it’s just allison. the difference is that in s3 she was finally forced to confront the trauma she’s managed to suppress for all these years, and that is never a pretty thing to witness OR experience. for the first time in her entire life, she wasn’t able to rumor her way out. in fact, the nature of her powers alone paired with the fact that she grew up abused should have told you that something like this was coming. allison is someone who desperately needs to feel some semblance of being in control in order to feel safe. it’s not healthy, but it’s a very real trauma response. s3 showed us an allison that didn’t have that control anymore, who had to confront these years of pent up anger all at once. this side of her was always here, only now, it wasn’t able to be suppressed.

it’s weird that some of you people will empathize with trauma survivors only when their responses are quiet and small and don’t inconvenience anyone. the minute their pain isn’t palatable to you anymore, you turn your back on them. you don’t have to agree with her actions, you don’t have to like them — and really, you SHOULDN’T. it’d be bad writing if you DID. so if you were put off by her, if you felt uncomfortable, then good. you should be. and i hope you know that every time you demonize her — or ANY character across media with a similar arc — real people who have experienced the same things are seeing it.

she has done bad things, but she is not irredeemable. she is not a bad person.

#tua #the umbrella academy #allison hargreeves #tua3

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nish-bean · 2 years

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okay i’ve been hearing so many thoughts about allison—both negative and positive—and so i wanted to offer some of mine (hopefully balanced from both sides) from s1 to s3:

to preface this, i would like to say that i didn’t really like allison’s character both in the comics and in the show, but that doesn’t mean she’s a bad character—just my preference.

so in the beginning of s1, allison is shown inconsiderate and selfish when it comes to her family, especially viktor. she’s rude and lashes out very quickly. that being said, she did apologize and take responsibility for her actions, making an effort to include viktor a bit more. but the reason i don’t love allison despite her redemption arc in s1, is that she made a very half-hearted effort to include viktor, acting like she was on his side when she switched conveniently. again, she was the only one that did try to include him and so there is that, but i didn’t like how selfishly she switched.

s2 allison was probably my favorite allison, despite not liking the character much. this allison was not only strong, but caring. you could see that ray changed her for the better. while she was missing her daughter, ray gave her something to lose herself in, which is what i think made her fall in love with him. i didn’t love that she left luther high and dry after everything that happened in s1, but i never really liked the luther-allison ship anyway because it was weirdly forced and they seemed so much better as friends/siblings. again this season was her redemption in my eyes and made me like her a little more, especially when she started bonding with her family.

s3 was the worst season for allison and her character building arc. now if you look at it from her side, she was hurting a lot. she left the love of her life, ray, to return to her daughter just to find out that she doesn’t exist. this was extremely suffocating for her and i could feel it. she was rightly unhappy and angry, which justified her villain era, but then she did some unforgivable things. i’m not just talking about that weirdly rapey thing she did with luther—but her overall behavior. yes, i get that she was in a lot of pain, maybe more than all of the hargreeve siblings, but that doesn’t warrant the absolutely disgusting way she treated her siblings. was killing harlan justified? yes (to some extent). but was hating viktor to the point she couldn’t forgive him justified? no. this is because while viktor had kind of betrayed the umbrellas, especially allison, you have to admit that allison was kind of an asshole to viktor too. viktor forgave her for that—for all of the trauma she and the umbrellas (and reginald) inflicted on her over and over when she was young and at reggie’s funeral. when allison killed harlan, viktor was angry—but after he calmed down, he asked allison for forgiveness and tried to apologize. he was willing to put aside the fact that she KILLED the boy who was like his son, the child of her lover, sissy. he was willing to forgive her and beg for forgiveness, which he did repeatedly. still, allison was angry and extremely cold with him. i am not trivializing her trauma, but i’m simply saying that the other umbrellas were dealing with their own shit and still didn’t feel the need to get that violent or unjust. i think my last straw with allison though, was that scene with luther. it was so uncomfortable and god i really couldn’t understand her then. i thought she wouldn’t actually go through with it and leave it at that but oh my god she didn’t. she made him kiss her and it felt so, so disgusting. yes, she has trauma but that is crossing a line. i’ve also read the comics, so i actually know why they included this scene. it was important to the storyline because in the comics, allison had been rumoring luther to be in love with her from the beginning (funeral arc). this scene kind of encapsulated that allison and her selfish, angry character from the comics.

overall, i liked the show allison better than the comics but she definitely was not one of my favorite characters. in the end of s3, i think she died and is in the afterlife, but that’s just a theory so idk. if it is true, maybe klaus brings her back in s4 after they get their powers back (which, no doubt, they will). anyway these were my thoughts on allison—and even though they were more negative than positive, i can’t write off her character yet, because she has some story building to do, but i don’t think i can forgive her.

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luckycheesefoodie321 · 2 years

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TUA 3x07 REACTION (SPOILERS)

TUA was on my dash and I remembered I haven’t posted my live reacts. So here they are! Many moons late.

oh so Dot and Herb ARE a thing

Huh emergency briefcase

Dang Lila had her Whiplash moment

SIR REGINALD HARGREEVES LISTENING TO NELLY

Jfc Reggie you asshat what is wrong with you (funny how we always end up here)

Wait something so charming about Lila saying to Grace “lovely to meet you” which suggests her and Diego have talked about her and how important she is and the fact the Brelly’s all called her mom

Luther not knowing where to sit

SO SHE DID KILL HIM. Damn Allison tf.

HAHAHAHA BEN SCOOCHING ONTO THE COUCH NEXT TO FIVE. MAKING A BET ON WHO WOULD WIN BETEEN ALLISON AND VIKTOR

Ben shushing Five

Damn Allison coming through without even needing the I heard a rumour

Weirdly kinda been waiting for this confrontation bc tbh Viktor does need to be held accountable for some of his actions. Some of them justifiable tho

Ok yeah nah Allison took it too far there and deserved the smack. But shit this was intense

Interesting tho. Same movement as when Viktor sliced open Allison’s neck but he didn’t use his powers

“Sweet you guys fight just like us” “nah man. We don’t fight like this” JUST THE INHERENT UNDERSTANDING SOMETHING IS WRONG. BC THEYVE BEEN DISTANT AND BITTER BUT NOT HATEFUL

Mmm not your room Vik?? That’s old Bens

BEN DOES ART?!? WHO IS JENNIFER?!?!?

Klaus laying into Reggie for just how messed up he was/is is everything I needed

“Do you trust me?” “…Yeah *nods vigorously* I trust you” *looks away eyes wide* (°▽°)

Oh god Klaus is gonna be even more messed up after this. Little Girl on a Bicycle is gonna be pissed

WHERE ARE ALL THESE CARS COMING FROM ON THIS OTHERWISE EMPTY COUNTRY ROAD AND WHY ARE THEY ALL JUST DRIVING BY LIKE ITS NOTHING

Dang Klaus really did have the greatest potential. Original Timeline!Reggie was correct. Literally dancing in the face of death

Why the weapons cabinet Grace????

Is Viktor just lying in Ben’s bed? Not his brother Ben but Sparrow Ben???

I really think Lila and her abilities is such a clever addition

OH GOD GRACE A FLAME THROWER

“The day of vengeance was in my heart and the year of my redemption hath come”

Holy moly the spirits

Damn Five good job. I mean he merc’d his mom but quick thinking.

Hmm now. Good speech Reggie. Will this thinking and helping Klaus develop his powers ultimately be more helpful or harmful bc supportive Reggie is sus.

HAHAHA ONLY CHAMPAGNE. They really celebrating this easy huh. Is Christopher gonna die??

Lila and Five is a fun dynamic

HAHAHAHA THE CONTRAST TO THEM CELEBRATING AND SEEING THE CITY STILL MESSED UP

HE REALLY PROPOSED THAT WAS SO CUTE BUT ABRUPT

Wow so Luther and Diego seem to have created the most positive relationships so far

“It means you’re dangerous Viktor Hargreeves. The decisions you make impact the entire world. So no matter how benevolent they may seem, you don’t get to make them alone” what a powerful fucking line. Props to Aiden.

A discussion about the inevitable moral grey zone that heroes have to face and how no matter how sympathetic a person is or justifiable their reasons may be, they have to be held accountable for the power they hold. Fucking fantastic. My favourite scene so far. Aiden goddamn killed it. Five acknowledging Viktor’s intentions and wanting to be there for his brother but knowing that what he did by acting alone was dangerous no dismissive of the danger. And also not having enough faith in his family that they could resolve the situation.

“No more going rogue. If you ever need anything, I’m always here for you. But lie to us again, Viktor, I’ll kill you myself”

Do I think Allison should’ve killed Harlan? No? Should she have said those things about leaving Viktor in the basement? No. Allison is also making many dangerous mistakes. But it’s like, Viktor doesn’t need to be coddled anymore or treated as if he can do no wrong just bc he got wronged in the past. The fact Viktor was waiting in Ben’s room for someone to come after him and acknowledge his feelings and let him once again be in the right was presenting a dangerous mindset.

And I think Five was the perfect person (unharried as he is by an impending doomsday) to say all this to him

Aw man poor Fei and Christopher. I figured trapping the kugel in Christopher would have consequences

Five going back for Sparrow!Ben!!

#spoilers #the umbrella academy s3 #the umbrella academy spoilers #the umbrella academy #TUA 3.07

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notamarsbars · 2 years

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Nah I never liked Allison and this season did not help (currently I only really like klaus Diego five and ben) but watching her beat the shit out of racists was like >>

Yeah no I don’t think the way they depicted Allison’s trauma was good and made her out to be more of a villain than they ever did with Viktor in season 1 but tbh she low key was. Long story short I didn’t agree with Allison like the entire season (mostly cause of ep5) but idrc cause I haven’t liked her since season 1

Luther I still don’t like. Didn’t like him the first few not gonna like him now. The entire thing with salone was like ??? Bro fr left his family to join the sparrows. No one gonna talk about that?

Ben is dead

Viktor. I don’t like him! I think he’s a selfish character and yeah no most characters I don’t like for simsilar reasons but if you need my reasons why I don’t like him. Watch s3 cause I agreed with what Allison said about him and crap

I have a lot of thoughts on Allison but it’s mainly her lack of concern for the rest of her family that pisses me off and, bias cause major five enthusiast, but overall I just didn’t agree with some of her reasoning. Is it understandable yeah. Just personally didn’t agree with it as much as I have with other characters.

Generally throughout the show there’s a lot of like. Bigger picture regard and this gets brought up when five says they’re done screwing with time cause as he said, the world is in one piece. He has bigger picture ideals which I agree with more and I think the extent of resistance his family has always had to understanding he just wanted his siblings to be alive and on a not ending planet is fucking annoying. Do Allison’s actions make sense to me. Yeah. Do I have to like her this season despite during some scenes heavily relating? Yeah no I dont like her. She was one of, if not the most complex character this season which was nice to see. However I think it’s fair that people do or don’t like her character as a result of this season. For me it boils down to just not liking the way she acts in relation to her family, her making a deal with Reginald had like. A lot of an impact. And again ep5.

Klaus I don’t dislike but personally don’t give a dhit ahout 💀

But yeah these were my opinions on most of the characters I am tired

#five hargreeves #tua #tua season 3 #allison hargreeves

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Submission by Anon:

Scott conspired with Gerard Argent behind everyone’s back, told Gerard that Matt was the Kanima’s master (thus selling Matt and Jackson out to Gerard), and then tried – but failed – to murder Gerard using Derek’s body against his will. And Derek was never allowed to hold Scott accountable by Jeff Davis; just like Isaac was never allowed to react when Scott acted like a jealous asshole and repeatedly hit him because Isaac liked Allison, his ex girlfriend. Not to mention that Scott had zero problem working with Deucalion (who murdered Boyd, Erica and a shit tons of other people for power) to kill Josh and Tracy, just because it benefitted him. So Scott acting all morally superior and victim blaming Stiles for killing Donovan – a murderous wendigo who assaulted and actively tried to eat Stiles alive – in self defense is hypocrisy 101 and only proves Scott’s double standards. Not to mention that Stiles was the victim of Donovan’s brutal assault and of Theo’s blackmail: he’s not obligated to share his own traumas with Scott like Scott wanted and demanded. So Stiles choosing not to tell Scott about Donovan is both understandable and worthy of empathy.

Just because Scott is a “true alpha” it doesn’t mean that his friends have to obey him or let him condemn them for something they didn’t even do and that was not their fault. Scott chose to think Stiles was a cold blooded monster and serial killer based on his own prejudice and on Theo’s words alone; Scott fell for Theo’s cheap lies since the very beginning and let Theo fool him; Theo played Scott like a kazoo; Scott flat out lied to Kira’s face about her fox spirit. That’s Scott’s fault, not Stiles’ nor anyone else’s. Scott’s own actions and words proved Stiles and Theo right in the end, that’s why he had to beg his friends to give him another chance (even though Jeff Davis didn’t make Scott work all that hard to get them back to be honest. He just made them accept Scott back because Scott needs them.)

Teen Wolf is an ensemble show. Stiles, Lydia, Allison, Derek and Kira are all lead and main characters in the series – Season 3B is entirely focused on Stiles and Void Stiles with Dylan O'Brien at its front and center, and it’s the highest rated and most critically acclaimed season of Teen Wolf. Their feelings and traumas are just as important as Scott’s. But some people (aka rabid Scott stans & apologists) keep acting like they aren’t and as if Scott’s butthurt is the only thing that matters for some reason – stooping as low as to blame other characters (mostly Stiles and Derek, the characters Scott/Posey stans have an obsessive hate boner for) for Scott’s own canon failures and shitty behaviour

In response to the above submission sent to me: You could’ve just messaged me. This submission feels as if you’re (… for lack of a better word) attacking me for already being on your side with the fact that due to the writing Scott is painted as if he’s got the highest moral point. I have at no point ever said that Scott was completely infallible because of his “True Alpha” status. I have however said that a lot of his trauma gets dismissed often and I think it’s something that should be spoken about. Scott can be both True Alpha and have Trauma that needs to be discussed.

If you’d like to speak about Scott and the bad writing of the show and how that way trauma, justice/injustice and morality is handled in the show, I am open to the discussion. You will not however act as if I have implied or stated that Scott was allowed to do whatever the fuck he wanted because he was a true Alpha. I have openly stated that his actions about the shit Theo told him and then his reaction to Stiles after the Donavon situation was a dick move and complete bullshit.

And Dear writer, I’ll call you D, if you don’t mind; if you’re going to submit something to someone without speaking to them prior, you might want to make sure your email isn’t attached to your ‘anonymous" submission because I now have your email address and know you like BTS. Please be safe on the internet. So to the person who submitted this, Please contact me to discuss this show. Otherwise, Don’t submit things without logging out first. If you’d like me to delete this submission, please contact me. Thank you.

#submission #Teen Wolf #Scott McCall #stiles stilinksi #I dont particularly enjoy having someone explain to me things I already know so if I seem a bit harsh that's why #I have been an advocate for unbiased opinionation on this show for a long time. Including fully admitted when my favorites were wrong.#And While Scott is not one of my top five favorite characters I still think his fuck ups AND trauma can be discussed in the same space #Trauma is not an excuse for fucking up or being an asshole its simply and explanation #the implication of this submission feels to me that you think that I myself thing that Scott can do no wrong as a True Alpha simply because #because I wanted to discuss Scott's trauma. And that is simply not true.#Thank you for the submission but for your own sake please be safe on the internet. Learn how to remove your email from your anon submission

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elflock-magician · 11 months

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"The Ink Allies - Chapter One"

Overall Summary - Audrey decides she's going to try and shatter the cycle. But this requires her to gain a few allies to achieve.

"Chapter One - Audrey and The Lost Ones"

“Hey, Allison?” Audrey asked and approached Allison. Allison looked over to Audrey. “Mhm?” She replied.

“Do you know what happened to Sammy after you shot him?...Why did you do that anyway?” Audrey questioned,

“Why’d I shoot him?” “Yes. On a technical level I was The Ink Demon at that moment. He was practically my #1 fan. Sooo why?” She asked almost innocently. “He’s annoying. But I’m not sure of what happened to him afterwards. Why?” Allison replied vaguely. “I want to try and help him! I heard from some of The Lost Ones that he’s their leader now, and if I get him to listen, there’s a good chance The Lost Ones won’t be too far behind!” Audrey exclaimed happily. Allison felt a smile crack on her face. Audrey’s hope for success was so refreshing after the blind hopelessness of their world. A breath of fresh air, even. “Just don’t get yourself hurt.” Allison replied and sharpened her blade. Audrey knew that tone of voice. “You don’t think I can do it.” Audrey muttered as she plopped down next to Allison. “I just have my doubts is all.” Allison responded as she continued to sharpen the long blade. “Psh, well you’ll see. When I get Mr.Lawrence and The Lost Ones on our side, we’ll be set for sure!” She exclaimed.

It wasn’t exactly hard to find Sammy. Audrey had heard The Lost Ones talking about how after The Ink Demon let him die he threw a tantrum or something… “Lawrence is at it again,” One of The Lost Ones muttered as Audrey snuck past. “He’s really getting into it with those weird messages.” The other replied. “I can’t believe that guy is our leader.” The final Lost One added. Sammy was very clearly the one responsible for the various “Ink Demon Hate'' messages…Sammy was really acting like a bitter ex about the whole situation. Apparently it got through his dense skull that The Ink Demon did not care for him after getting shot dead in the chest three times. Beforehand he didn’t have the sense to hide his ink-demon fanboyness, and resulted in Wilson treating him with extra cruelty, so that was a double punch to the gut. Sammy must’ve been angry about whatever form of betrayal he was feeling. Audreys way of finding him was just following the inky writing on the walls. But sheesh…he really was mad at The Ink Demon. “DEATH TO THE TRAITOR” was sprawled across one wall. “THE INK DEMON MUST DIE,” on another. This guy really needed to find a different outlet for his anger…

“Greetings!” A happy voice called as a Lost One emerged from the shadow. “Gah!” Audrey exclaimed, surprised by the sudden action. “Oh!” It was Heidi! “Hello Ms.Audrey!” Heidi exclaimed. “What are you doing all the way out here??” She asked in her usual happy voice.

“I’m looking for Mr.Lawrence, your leader?” Audrey explained. “Oh…oh…” Heidi’s expression soured. “I don’t think you’ll like Mr.Lawrence very much…he’s very mean…” Heidi muttered that last part. “Do you know where I can find him?” Audrey asked. “Why do you need to find him anyway?” Heidi practically pouted, though not sounding mad at all. “I just want to talk to him. Maybe if we become friends you and your friends won’t have to stay down here much longer.” Audrey exclaimed. Heidi dramatically gasped. “Really?!” She happily called out. “Really.” Audrey replied with solidarity.

“Oho that’s lovely!! I can help you find Mr.Lawrence! But I warn you, oh he’s so very stoic and angry all the time…” Heidi muttered. Audrey had been surprised Heidi knew what ‘stoic’ meant.

“It doesn’t matter. I just need to talk with him.” Audrey replied.

“Hehe! Okaaay! Follow me!” Heidi explained. Heidi was adorable. She skipped across the room, Audrey followed behind her.

The various rooms were messy, desks and papers scattered across the rooms, as well as ink flooding the ground. “Oh, Ms.Audrey, this game will be fun!” Heidi called out as they approached the next room. “Game?” Audrey repeated. “Yes yes!! Mr.Lawrence likes to hang out deep, deep in the harbor. So we have to play the floor is ink to get there!” Heidi exclaimed. Audrey’s smile soured, “...Great.” She said with a false happiness, just to keep Heidi smiling.

The two climbed through a vent. Heidi went in first and Audrey followed. Not the best view. But either way, the two of them landed onto floating furniture in a lake of ink. “He’s just a teensy bit further down! He likes having space for his projects!” Heidi called out as she jumped from one piece of furniture to the next. They nearly dropped beneath the ink under her weight as she did so. “His…’projects’?” Audrey asked. “Yes! He doesn’t let me touch them, but he lets me watch! He showed me how to do something with that funny machine to make fire. Very bright.” Ah. So Sammy was teaching kids how to use flamethrowers. That makes sense.

“Oookay.” Audrey replied. The two of them continued. Audrey heard the sound of ink splashing behind her. Her head snapped in the direction of the sound, her senses alerting. “Hey, Heidi,” Audrey began. Heidi stopped jumping ahead and slowed down. “Yeees?” She replied. “Are you sure that we’re alone here?” Just as Audrey said the words, a hand began to reveal itself from the ink. “Heidi…” Audrey began to speak again as she saw the hand emerge behind Heidi. “Why, of course it’s safe! I come here all the time!” She exclaimed. “HEIDI RUN–” CRASH

Just as the words began to leave her mouth, the hand emerged completely and grabbed Heidi from her place and dragged her beneath the ocean of ink. Heidi didn’t even have the time to scream. It was over as soon as it happened, and Audrey was left alone. “Heidi!” She cried out and rushed over to where the hand had stolen her. “Heidi! Can you hear me?!” She screamed in a hope that Heidi was miraculously emerge from the ink, completely without harm. And yet that did not come to pass.

She heard a not-so distant splash, the hand emerging again. Her head snapped around to the direction of the sound. She couldn’t stay in one place for too long before the hand, whatever it may be attached to, got her as well. She felt the furniture she was standing on begin to sink.

“...Don’t worry Heidi, I’ll save you!” Audrey said as she rushed across the bay of ink, only barely avoiding the grasp of the demonic creature.

“Heidi said that Mr.Lawrence was just up ahead…” Audrey mumbled and rushed forward. Her legs slightly trembled as she made it onto hard land once more. But she figured she wasn’t out of the woods yet. All she had to do was find Sammy so he could help get Heidi back! He was the leader of The Lost Ones, he had to know how to save her. Audrey had never been to this part of the world, so she herself wasn’t sure how. She crawled forward over ruins of unrecognizable items. Before she made it to a metal staircase. “When she said ‘up’ she really meant up…” Audrey said to herself as she went up them. On the sides of the stairs were more hate messages about The Ink Demon. But as she got higher up the stairs there were also messages that read “go away”, “leave me alone” and “be quiet.” A paintbrush was also on the ground so that implied whoever wrote it, being Sammy or not, wrote that out and just slammed the paint brush on the ground.

Finally, she made it to the top. And there he was. He looked different from what Henry had described him to be. He was wearing what could only be described as a bed-sheet made to look like a cape as a shirt. He had overalls beneath that. And burned into his face was a mask of Bendy. It was no longer being willingly worn, but instead it was melted into his face, merged with the ink. There was also an axe sticking out of the side of his head, a few bandages that seemed to have been applied by possibly one of the lost ones. “Hello? You’re Sammy Lawrence, right?” Audrey asked and approached the man. He was drawing on the walls, it being some strange design. “What are you, The Keepers?” He replied. Audrye cringed. “No, listen, one of The Lost Ones, they’re in trouble.” Audrey explained. “Who are you and how do you know who I am?” Sammy questioned coldly and interrogated Audrey, though still having the high ground. Audrey also noticed in his hand was a Shepherd’s Crook.

“My name is Audrey, and I know you because you were The Ink Demon’s—” She stopped herself from talking seeing how Sammy’s expression, or lack thereof, shifted at even the mention of the demon. “...Touchy subject?” She muttered and slightly cringed. Sammy hadn’t even needed to say a word.

“I am no longer the False Prophet of a Lying Lord. Everything that he whispered in my ear was nothing but lies. He always lied.” Sammy began. “Mr.Lawrence–” Audrey tried to catch his attention and bring it over to what had happened to Heidi, but Sammy seemed to go on. “Instead, I am the shepherd of these lost souls! I shall lead us to prosperity unlike any other.” Sammy said and swung his Shepherd’s Crooks in Audrey’s direction. Audrey only narrowly avoided the swing.

“That’s great and all but I need your help–” “You need my help?!” He asked almost sarcastically. “Yes! Heidi, Heidi’s in danger!” “What happened to Heidi?! What did you do to her?!” He questioned and approached Audrey.

“I haven’t done anything, but she’s in danger and you have to know how to save her!” Audrey replied. Sammy paused. He sighed. “Has she gotten stuck in the fridge again?” He asked. “If so, I am not getting her again.” He added. “No, she’s been captured! She disappeared by the Bay of Ink.” She explained.

“The wretched hand of the demon?” “I think?” “I see. Come with me.” Sammy stated and turned away. Audrey followed after him. He led Audrey to another room, where one other Lost Ones was waiting. They wearing a Bowler hat. “Jack, Heidi has gotten herself into trouble again.” Sammy stated as he entered the room. Jack only vaguely groaned in response. It seemed like his jaw was completely gone, but Sammy seemed to understand. “Is there anything we can do?” Audrey asked. Jack made more vague…strange noises, but Sammy nodded like he was speaking the words of prophecy.

He pointed at Audrey. Audrey slightly gasped. Sammy slowly turned to look at Audrey. Something about his demeanor suddenly changed. “What did he say?” Audrey asked innocently.

Audrey noticed how his grip on the Shepherd’s Crook tightened. What had he said? “Liar.” Sammy stated. “....Come again?” “You lied. Just as The Ink Demon did. Just as Wilson did. What have you done to Heidi?” The way he said the words were in a different flavor of intimidating than what he had before. “No no no, you’ve got it wrong!” Audrey responded. “Jack tells me you work for The Ink Demon, isn’t that right, little sheep?” The word was full of malice as he spoke through gritted teeth. “No, I’m telling you, there’s been some kind of a mistake!” Audrey shouted. “We don’t like liars around here.” Sammy stated. As Sammy approached Audrey, Audrey took steps back. Jack groaned and shut the door behind Sammy as he slowly but surely followed after Audrey.

“Sheep, sheep, sheep, it’s time for sleep,” He whispered, though the words stuck out. Audrey stopped and Sammy loomed over her. “Rest your head, it’s time for—” “ME TO FUCKIN’ BODY YOU.” An unknown voice shouted.

And absolutely body him she did.

Sammy whipped around in an attempt to stop the origin of the voice, instead being beaten with a frying pan of all things to the head. He froze as the impact set in, and he hit the ground in a cartoonish manner. Audrey squeaked at the violence. “Oh! Who are you?” Audrey asked. The Lost One did not reply. She was holding a pan in her hands. The Lost One turned away. “Sorry, what’d ya say?” She asked. Audrey coughed into her hand to try and find words. “Thanks for saving me! I’m Audrey, what’s your name?” Audrey asked.

“Times Seamstress, cool to meet ya. Lovely to meet ya. You acted as a fine distraction. Never did manage to land a hit on him like this before. It’s a shame he’s unconscious though. I needed him to answer questions…” Times mumbled. “Oh! Well I also needed something from him!” Audrey replied. “Looks like Sam Sam over here has a lot of debts to pay.” Times responded and cracked her knuckles. Did Lost Ones have knuckles? Didn’t matter. “You know him??” Audrey asked. “Unfortunately. He knows something that I need to know. He refuses to ‘fess up.” Times explained. “Oh! Which reminds me. Do you know about that hand in the bay of ink?” Audrey asked.

“Heard of it. But regardless, I’m busy, alright, kid?” “...Kid?” Audrey repeated. “Yeah. I’m taking Mr.Pick-Me over here in for questioning.” Times stated and vaguely gestured to where Sammy should have been. “Uhhh I think we’re a little late…” Audrey mumbled.

Times’ head snapped in the direction of where he should have been. There was a trail of ink where Sammy had been. The Searchers were quiet, some of them faster. They must have grabbed their leader and brought him to safety. “Ah. Looks like those boot-lickin’ searchers got to ‘im before us.” Times grumbled. “Great…” She muttered. “Oh…” Audrey mumbled. “Well it looks like we have a common goal here!” Audrey said. Times looked away. “What? Beat the livin’ hell out of Lawrence and save your friends after decades on the off chance you’re not too late?” She grumbled angrily, the rant coming simply. Audrey paused slightly.

“Well close but no…” Audrey replied. “Why do you need ‘im anyways?” Times snapped. She seemed a little prickly but calm none the less.

“I’m trying to save everyone! He leads The Lost Ones and some of the Searchers I guess, so he knows about where that hand thing goes, and I gotta save my friend from it!” “Ah.” “And I want to try and save him from himself. As for all of The Studio.” Audrey explained. Times cringed.

“You’re tryin’ to save everyone? Psh…yeah…good luck with that, sweet heart.” Times replied and turned away.

“But you could help! If we just get what we need we can save a lot of people! There’s a good chance…” Audrey’s voice trailed off as Times looked at her. She looked serious, though she didn’t sound it. She must have resting angry face syndrome or something like that.

“I’ve tried for years to save my friends. There’s no hope left. We’re all going to die down here. Best we can do is serve a little humble pie, justice cake, if you understand what I mean.” Times said and cracked her knuckles yet again.

“You’ve…tried?” Audrey questioned.

“For as long as I can remember.” Times replied.

“I’ve searched and I’ve searched and I’ve searched for my friends. For over TEN YEARS, and all I’ve gotten in return is this special hell of mine. Locked in this endless jackshit maze…” She said with a sigh and cracked her neck.

“But it’s never too late! Hope is never dead- there’s still a chance.” Audrey exclaimed.

“Yes, exactly, a chance! Nothing is guaranteed!” Times snapped.

“Nothing in life is! There’s a chance and we need to take it if you do want to reach your goal!” Audrey insisted. Times stopped. She hesitated. Just hesitated. Her back turned to Audrey.

“…” Her shoulders raised like she was going to say something. She sighed. “It’s not every day someone as…hopeful as you comes around. It’s refreshing…” Times stated and turned to look at Audrey.

“Well?” Audrey mumbled. Times sighed and stretched her arms a little.

“I’ve got nothing better to be doing.” She said and turned back. “If my buds are still alive after all this time, I’m sure they can wait, what, half an hour more?”

“Oh great! This is amazing!” Audrey exclaimed and happily took Times’ hands. “So, wait what’s your name again?” Times mumbled. “Audrey,” “Audrey, yes, what is your plan to ‘save’ everyone?” Times asked. “Oh…well…for one we all need to work together!” Audrey explained. Times felt a smirk crack at her lips. “You really haven’t thought this out, have you?” She commented. “I’m working it out.” Audrey replied. “But what we need to do is find Mr.Lawrence and save my friend.” She exclaimed with determination.

“Are you sure we’re going in the right direction?” Audrey asked. “I’ve been traveling these halls for ‘bout as long as I remember. I know where I’m going. Shame I don’t know much ‘bout the harbor, though.” Times stated as she led Audrey down the hallways. It was somewhat silent. Times didn’t seem to notice as she was wrapped up in leading the way. “Most of the searchers hang around down here. Once we get to the common area we’ll prolly find ‘em.” Times said.

“So you and Mr.Lawrence know each other?” Audrey asked. “Sure do.” Times said. She was holding a clock in her hands which she slammed closed soon after. “And why do you call ‘im that? What is he, your principal?” Times asked and laughed. “I’m respecting my elders. But…how did you two know each other?” Audrey began. “You sure you wanna know?” “Positive.” Times took a breath. “We were friends. Pretty sure. Sammy was always a bit of a brat. Something something, trauma. Doesn’t excuse what he did.” Times said offhandedly as they walked. Times got lost in her words, just a bit. “He was always a little unscrewed. He was really…what’s the word?” She snapped her fingers. “Just all around mean to everyone. I don’t remember it all too well but he told me he didn’t want to get too close to anyone. Something about them betraying him. Which is ironic.” Times said. “How is that ironic?” Audrey asked. “Because he betrayed me. He thinks he didn’t, he thinks locking me in this special hell of mine was a gift!” She spat. “Can ya believe that?” She added. “Even worse, I don’t got a clue on what he did ta’ poor Norman. I’m starting to think he himself has forgotten since he refuses to tell me.” She spat.

“Oh…I’m sorry.” Audrey said. Times shrugged it off. “Doesn’t matter. What’d you say about taking chances? Let’s do that now. Past is past, future starts now.” Times stated and trugged forward.

Audrey slightly sighed and followed closely behind. “So who's this friend your tryin’ to save?” Times asked. “Her name is Heidi. She was going to help me get Mr.Lawrence on my side so we can break the cycle. But while helping me she…” Audrey’s voice trailed off. Times looked back at her. “It’s not your fault, you know?” Times began. She had been in Audrey’s situation more than once. Audrey sighed through clenched teeth. “Still, I feel bad…Heidi doesn’t deserve this, you don’t deserve this, most of the people here don’t deserve this!” Audrey ranted. Times poorly stifled a laugh. “You’d be surprised.”

“Be careful, most of The Searchers are around here, not many other Lost Ones though…” Times explained. “He’s gotta be around ‘ere somewhere…”

Audrey followed. Times was very fast. Fast enough that Audrey was having some trouble keeping up.

“Times! Can you slow down a little?” Audrey asked as she struggled after her.

“Mhm. Slow.” Times replied and approached Audrey before offering her a piggy-back ride. Audrey happily accepted, though a little hesitant at first.

Sooner than later the two made it to a maze.

“Keep your eye out,” Times warned.

But, as if on key, when Times said those words, a group of Searchers appeared, all of which roared and trampled towards Times and Audrey. “This way!” Audrey suggested and pointed to an open vent. She crawled up and into it, Times followed soon after. The vent let off at a closet-like-room. A room that had no door. Like it simply wasn’t meant to be there at all. Audrey fell out of the vent and hit the ground, “There were too many of them.” Times said and fell in alongside her. “Couldn’t fight ‘em off, even if I really tried.” Times stated.

“It’s alright, nothing to be worried about.” She said, even though Times hadn't apologized, “It’s better than still being out there.” Audrey stated. “...Hnh?” Audrey muttered at the sight in front of her. They weren’t alone in the room. Not at all. But they hadn’t noticed. There was a quivering, trembling mass in the corner of the room. A Lost One. Times took out her weapon of choice, being a frying pan. “What’s a Lost One doing all the way down here?” Times grumbled. Audrey shrugged before approaching them. “Hey, are you…okay?” Audrey mumbled and approached The Lost One. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you…” Times mumbled. Despite the statement of what Times had said, Audrey continued to approach The Lost One. The Lost One was wearing a night cap and was wrapped in a star blanket. It was kind of cute. The Lost One crawled back in fear, tears streaming down their face. Believe it or not, Audrey was good with kids! Times…not so much.

Times pointed her frying pan at The Lost One. That didn’t help conquer the Lost Ones fear. “Times!” Audrey scolded. She gave Times The Look™. Times got the point and lowered her hand. Times rolled her eyes but did as asked. “Hi,” Audrey said soothingly. She said it in the voice that you use to talk to cute dogs. “Hey…you don’t have to be afraid. My name is Audrey. And I’m not going to hurt you.” Audrey said. Times rolled her eyes very VERY hard. So hard it practically made noise. “What’s your name?” Audrey asked. Audrey held out her hand to the Lost One to take. The Lost One was hesitant. “Audrey, we don’t have time for this.” Times stated. But suddenly, The Lost One took Audrey’s hand and stood up. “My name is…Paradox.” Paradox said. “Paradox? Well what are you doing all the way down here, Paradox?” Audrey asked. She tried to be slow with her words to keep the metaphorical waters calm.

“W-W-Weelll~ you see, The Searchers and The Butcher Gang, they’re really scary, you know?? So when I found this safe spot, I decided I’ll just never ever leave. Perfect plan, right?” Paradox said with near glee, as if proud.

“Ah….I see.” Audrey muttered awkwardly as she held Paradox’s hand.

“Wow. You are…pathetic.” Times said with another eye roll. “Times!” Audrey hissed. Times ignored it and approached Paradox. Paradox trembled and cowered in the shadow of the woman. Had they already done something wrong? “You have to overcome your fear. Be afraid of stuff all you want but you can’t just exist in fear. Life ain’t like that.” She said and crossed her arms. Audrey cringed and expected Paradox to start crying like another other mentally 10 year old.

“Oh…” Paradox mumbled and turned their head. “I…I don’t wanna face my fears. I’ve tried before. But I do know the way out. I can lead you too it-it!” They exclaimed. Times groaned in frustration. “That’s lovely, thank you, Paradox.” Audrey thanked. “Of course! I’ve known the way for a while, you know? But…I don’t wanna risk it, it.” Paradox explained. They repeated themselves a lot. “Lead the way, kid.” Times said.

Paradox scaled the wall like a little gremlin. They moved a curtain which revealed a vent cap. Paradox removed the vent cap and fell back to the ground.

“That’s the way..o…kay? You go through that vent, and there’s another vent at the end of the hall. But it’s a long- long hall, so you have to run for it…before they get you.” Paradox explained. “Well that doesn’t sound so bad!” Audrey replied. She climbed up and looked out of the vent to see ink splattered across the hallway, from which Searchers would emerge. “Oh…” Audrey muttered and got back down.

“You shouldn’t stay back here.” TImes said to Paradox. “W…Why?” Paradox mumbled. Times kind of scared them. “Do you really want to be a slave to your own fear? I don’t wanna repeat myself so I’ll say it once. Be afraid all you want, but you have to overcome it. Or you’ll die like how you lived.” Times said. She didn’t sound like she was exactly scolding Paradox. “You’ve got a chance now. All you’ve gotta do is take it.” With those words, Times pulled a crate over to where Audrey would be able to step on it like a staircase. Audrey could easily climb but Times thought this would be better for her. She was a gentlewoman.

“Thanks Times!” Audrey thanked and climbed up. “And thank you for your help, Paradox.” Audrey thanked and began to climb through the vent. Times gave one last look to Paradox before turning away. “Alright, run like your life depends on it. Because it probably does.” Times muttered. Paradox was left alone.

Times and Audrey made a mad dash for the door. Quick but painful, like a bandaid. But at one point, one of The Searchers grabbed Times’ ankle and pulled her to the ground.

“Ghah!” Times yelped. Audrey stopped and turned back. “Audrey! Keep going!” Times shouted and kicked at the Searcher’s head. Though it still did not let go. “Times, no!” Audrey cried and tried to turn back. But suddenly–

SMASH

“Don’t worry, Ms.Times!” Paradox shouted. They had smacked The Searcher that was attacking her over the head. Who would have thought?

“Kid!?” Times shouted in response, her voice filled with somewhat shock. Paradox wasn’t a kid, but still. “Guys, we gotta hurry!” Audrey reminded them as she grabbed Times off the ground and took Paradox’s hand.

The three of them made it to the vent that Paradox had been talking about. They bust it open and made it through to the other side.

The three of them clearly relaxed as they did so. But Times was quick to stand. “Good going, kids, but we ain’t out of the woods yet.” She stated and slightly shook her head. And just as she said that, the Searchers slammed against the wall, causing a loud crashing noise to plague the air. Paradox and Audrey flinched and yelped, startled by it, but Times seemed to have been expecting it.

“I can’t believe I just did that…!” Paradox mumbled. Paradox continued to mumble something about nearly dying, though most of it was inaudible or not understandable.

“You did fine, kid.” Times said. “But we don’t have a lot of time on our hands, despite my name.” She added. “Right! Heidi could be in serious trouble!” Audrey replied and rushed ahead, though not knowing where she was going. Times chuckled wryly at Audrey before following ahead. Paradox followed close behind.

They had found who they had been looking for. Sammy was awake now. And he was clearly upset. “Wow…Mr Lawrence is really being very ‘bitter ex’ about you, Times.” Audrey muttered as they stared up at a new messages painted in ink. All of them were quite violent and directed at Audrey. Times and Sammy weren’t actually ex’s, but still.

“Doesn’t matter, let’s just hurry up and go.” Times muttered. “I wouldn’t be in such a rush if I were you.” The very familiar voice of Sammy Lawrence stated as he revealed himself. Paradox trembled and slightly cowered behind Audrey, grabbing her arm in fear. Audrey stood strong. Times just groaned.

“Well hello again, Sammy.” Times hissed. “Look at what the beast dragged in.” Sammy replied bitterly. “Welcome home, traitor.” His voice was drenched in venom. “Home? More like hell.” She replied, shooting Sammy a glare. “Keep speaking. Go ahead.” Sammy said threateningly and pointed his axe in Times’ general direction. “Take the axe and shove it—” She was cut off. “Times!” Audrey whisper shouted and covered Paradox’s nonexistent ears. “We have to ask about Heidi!” She added. Though Times seemed consumed with her own objective. “Now you’re going to dance until you tell me what happened to Norman.” Times threatened and took her frying pan, which she somehow made threatening. Such courage…Audrey had never seen anything like it. But regardless, Heidi’s life was at stake.

“I’d love to see you try.” Sammy replied.

“Wait wait wait! Ms.Times! Heidi, remember!” Audrey shouted and reminded Times of their objective. Times groaned and put the weapon away. “What happened to Heidi?!” Sammy questioned loudly. “Whose Heidi…?” Paradox added quietly, though not speaking up. “I’m telling you, Sammy, she’s been taken by that monster beneath the lake!” Audrey said. “WHAT?!?” He shouted. “God you’re dense.” Times grumbled. “We’ve been trying to tell you this whole time! Do you know how to save her??” Audrey questioned. She was glad to finally have a chance to explain.

“You liars. What did you do to Heidi?!” He shouted. “Don’t pretend like you care! Hell, you only care about yourself.” Times threw suddenly. “Really? After what I did for you? That’s all you have to say?!” This was clearly a bit of a touchy subject for both of them. “Sending me into this hell wasn’t a gift!”

“I had thought it was, why is that so hard to understand?!”

What could be poorly described as ‘bickering’ continued. It went places that Audrey and Paradox were most clueless about. “D-Do you know what they’re talking about…?” Paradox asked. “I haven’t the clue.” Audrey replied.

But after few more minutes of the two of them beefing over who knew what, Audrey stepped in. They were on a time crunch.

“Listen, guys, I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but can we please put it aside? Is there some kind of compromise we can come too?” Audrey asked. “Well I want to know what the three of you did to Heidi.” Sammy spat. “We didn’t do anything– but still! Great!” Audrey called. “Yeah, after you tell us what you did to Norman.” Times spat. “Perfect, see, that wasn’t so hard! After Mr.Lawrence takes us to below the river to get Heidi, we can go and find Norman.” Audrey explained. “What?! That’s not fair, I’m getting literally nothing out of this!” Sammy shouted. “Do you want to save Heidi or not? Or are you above that too?” Times questioned. Sammy groaned. So he hadn’t changed that much.

“Just–” He groaned yet again and pulled on his eye sockets as if he was going to simply tear them off. “Fine.” He hissed. “Yay!” Audrey shouted happily. “Now then, let’s go, let’s go!”

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Truth or Dare

With; Stiles Stilinski

IMPORTANT A/N:I’m officially down bad folks. But I wanted to say there’s a song I need you to play during a specific part of this story. It really only lasts a minute, and you’ll know when to play it. ALSO do not skip over this fic just because the song is by 1D I promise it’s fitting and not fangirl cringe. But this is tumblr an app practically made for that...@ me. Anyways I appreciate all the recent love on my work, and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Teen drinking

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“Y/n”

“Mmm.”

“Do you have a crush on anyone?” Of course Isaac, shit-eating smirk and all would be stirring the pot. Knowing damn well you’ve made eyes at Stiles for as long as he’d known you. You stare him down with a knowing smile, taking a slow sip of your drink before answering.

“Yeah”

Stiles raises his brows in surprise at your nonchalant response. If you did have a crush, wouldn’t you have told him? All he did was rant about Lydia to you. Though, he hadn’t talked about her in a while. Seeing as his feelings for her had seemingly fizzled away earlier this year. It was odd, one day he was madly in love with the girl and the next he wasn’t. Either way, he’s surprised at the twinge of anger he feels at your words. Jealousy

The realization scares him, what was he jealous for?

“Interesting y/n/n, who’s grabbed your attention?” Isaac presses, the two of you not breaking contact as you take another challenging gulp of your drinks. A couple of the pack members exchange worried glances. The two of you always have a habit of teasingly pushing each other’s buttons, but issac seems to be pressing a little too much. As if he knows something the others don’t.

The twinging heat in Stile’s stomach ignited, burining much brighter than before as his eyes dart between the two of you. What the hell was this? When had you and Isaac become so close? Close enough to confess each other’s crushes. He grips the solo cup in hand harder, having ignored the bubbling beverage until now.

“You’re only allowed one question Isaac. And you just used it.” You counter matter of factly, leaning back into your chair simultaneously with the blonde. The others watch your interaction intently, all having noticed the tension grow.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink.” Stiles announces suddenly, weaving between the various patio chairs as the attention turns to him.

“Aren’t you driving?” Scott interjects worriedly, not letting the change in his friends demeanor go unnoticed. Stiles pauses, turning on his heel and facing the group of you with a mischievous, somewhat forced smile .

“We can sleep here. Right Lydia? Your mom said you had the cabin for the weekend?”

“Uh, yeah. I only had a few of the guest rooms prepared. But there’s definitely enough room for everyone.” She replies, tone hesitant due to the shift energy.

“Everyone down to stay the night?” Stiles inquires, practically challenging the group to say no.

“Fun!” Lydia interjects before any of you can protest “I’ll set up the rest of the rooms. It’ll be like one big sleepover! Allison, help me grab some pillows and blankets from the basement?” She pulls the raven-haired teen along before she can answer. Shooting you a ‘what the hell just happened’ look before tugging Allison past Stiles and into the house. Leaving you, Scott, Isaac, and Stiles to deal with the lingering tension.

“Back in a sec.” stiles raises his cup in a sort of salute before making his way through the sliding glass door and towards the kitchen.

“Is someone gonna tell me what I’m missing here?” Scott inquires confusedly, looking just as astonished as the girls at how odd the three of you were acting. Scott was your other best friend, and of course knew you’d been crushing on Stiles for ages. But nothing had stemmed from it until now.

“Looks like everyone knows y/n’s crushing except the one she’s crushing on.” Issac offers with a smirk. Laughing when you get out of your seat to playfully shove his head to the side.

“You’re such an ass. I’m going to check on him.” You head towards the kitchen with what little pride you have left, shooting up your middle finger behind your back when you hear the two boys having a laughing fit at something Scott mumbles.

Usually, you’re the one drinking when the lot of you hang out. Lydia and Allison sip on something most times, but of course Isaac and Scott can only do it for taste. Even then, Isaac only takes shots with you to see who won’t make a face at the bitter beverage (bastard always wins). That’s why it’s such a surprise when you walk in the kitchen to see Stiles adding a significant amount of liquor to a fresh cup of soda, eyes boring into the liquid as if it’s just insulted him. Your eyes subtly trace over the way he clenches his jaw, pushing away the butterflies you feel when you observe his veiny hands gripping the cup. Jesus you need to touch some grass

“Easy there. Trying to out-drink me Stilinski?” You push your cup towards him gingerly, putting up your hand to signal him when to stop pouring.

“Something like that.” Stiles mumbles with a tight lipped smile, taking a gulp from the cup and making an insanely dramatic grimace. Shivering and shaking his head violently at the shock of the taste.

“You’re usually not one to drink.” You let it come out as more of a question than a statement, laughing amusedly at his spurratic reactions.

“Yeah, well...” Is all he replies, shrugging before taking another sip. This time only blinking hard to withstand the flavor. Your head cocks to the side in curiosity, holding your tongue before trying to ask what’s up with him. His eyes narrow at your actions, the fiery feeling before burning once more as he takes in your cute expression. Damn you, it’s like you’re trying to get him riled up. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but whatever feelings the brunettes been harboring are starting to bubble over. He figures he’s always had eyes for you, but it wasn’t exactly a convenient time to come to the realization he’d fallen for you. It’d been a long time coming admittedly, but it’s not like he could act on it. Well, maybe he could. He shakes away the lustful thoughts when you lean against the counter beside him. Wearing one of your more revealing tops tonight. He swears you’re doing this shit on purpose.

“Ready to go back out?” You suggest with raised brows, hoping the liquor will brighten his mood. He nods, following you back through the living room and towards the back patio. Surveying the newly placed pillows and blankets beside the couch as he steps out towards the fire pit.

“You’re back, finally! Stiles, it’s your turn to ask someone.” Lydia claps her hands to get your attention. You and Stiles sitting next to each other on one of the couches amongst the undoubtably expensive outdoor furniture.

“Alright. Isaac, truth or dare?” Stiles challenges the blonde from across the fire pit. Isaac smirks, adjusting himself on the couch opposite you.

“You guys know me, I’m mostly an open book. But with they way you’re staring me down, I’ll go with truth and skip out on whatever dare you’re fantasizing about in that big brain of yours.”

Stiles scoffs with a forced smile, just slightly moving closer to you when he sees you and Isaac make what contact.

“Do you have a crush on anyone?”

“Can we do repeat questions?”

“Don’t bullshit me Lahey, answer me.” Stiles isn’t necessarily rude, but doesn’t show any signs of breaking his serious expression when Isaac raises his brows with an amused laugh. He looks over at you, before letting his eyes fall on Allison. You don’t let their intense eye contact go unnoticed, despite it only being for a split second.

“Yeah, I do.” He mutters simply, sitting back in his seat with an uncaring smile. You can tell he is in fact shitting himself internally, being one of the few people able to see through his cocky facade.

Without a juicy enough answer, Lydia begins to give a dare. “Alright Scott, truth or-”

“Can I go again?” Issac interjects, your stomach dropping when you can practically see the gears turning in that mischievous mind of his.

“Well, it’s Scott’s turn to be asked.”

“No worries, the question is for him.”

“Well, alright.” Lydia looks between you and Allison with another ‘what the hell’ expression. Neither of you can think of an answer.

“Okay Scott. Truth or dare?”

“Uh, dare. I guess.” The tanned boy replies, not as amused when the attention turns to him.

“Kiss y/n.” Stiles chokes on his drink before the rest can even react, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his flannel sheepishly when the rest of you have your eyes on him. Scott gets up from his chair reluctantly, moving towards the couch where you’re sitting and offering you a hand up. You take it with a nervous chuckle, smile brightening when the taller boy grabs the sides of you head a plants a quick peck to your forehead. Each of you giving a respectful bow and courtesy as the group claps.

“What was that?” Isaac teases, amused expression adorning his features at the cute interaction.

“You weren’t specific about it, you just said to kiss her.” Scott explains with a prideful smile, happy to have found a loophole in his dare. He’s always been like a big brother to you, even though you never let him forget you’re a month older.

“I thought it was sweet.” Allison muses, having found the interaction between her ex boyfriend and you simply cute. Of course her and Lydia never fail to point out the way you longingly stare at your sarcastic best friend just about every minute of every day.

“Thank you, thank you. We try our best.” You give another curtsy before sitting back down, tucking your legs under yourself and letting the tops of your knees lean against Stiles’ thigh. His tense shoulders seem to ease at the contact, despite wanting to shoot out across the fire pit and pumble Isaac.

“Okay Allison, truth or dare?” Lydia turns her attention to the brunnette beside her, eager to continue the game.

“Dare.”

“Chug your drink.”

Allison groans, pursing her lips in a small pout and raising her drink to you in suggestion. Seeing as you often participate in chugging contests at Lydia’s infamous parties, you’re not one to step down from the offer.

“Fine, I’ll be your moral support. Stiles, you wanna join?” You’re happy he’s finally trying to let loose, and you’re honestly eager to see a drunk Stiles. He leans over you to see how much liquid is in your cup and Allison’s, nodding when he observes that they all have just about the same amount.

“Why not, don’t expect to win though.” You scoff at his cocky remark, scrambling up from your sitting position and moving over to the speaker playing some pop song quietly.

“I need some motivation, not that this’ll be much of a challenge.” You counter playfully, confidence brightening when your three friends that aren’t participating start placing bills down to bet. With the increase of volume, you can feel the base of the music vibrate beneath your feet as you sit back down beside Stiles.

“Ready? 3, 2 ,1 go!” You’re a bit surprised at Scott’s enthusiasm, but figure he’s just as eager as the others to win his money. Immediately, you Stiles and Allison start gulping down the bitter liquid. You open your eyes for a split second, observing how far your opponents have gotten. Stiles shoots his arm out towards you, playfully trying to knock the cup out of your hand whilst chugging. You do the same, hitting his arm away and tilting your head even farther back to finish. You’re done only a split second before the other two, who finish at the same time, grimacing not only from defeat but by the foreign bitter taste. You raise your empty cup as playful whoops erupt from the spectators.

“That’s my girl.” Isaac cheers idly, bumping the sides of his fist with your own as he happily collects his earnings.

“Don’t I get a percentage? I did all the work!”

“y/l/n, they don’t pay the race horses. All the money goes to the lucky better.”

“I should have put my money on you.” Scott groans, laughing when Stiles playfully shoves him.

“I was close, she cheated!” Stiles excitedly argues, and you’re glad his mood has improved since before.

“Like hell we were, she killed us. And I for one will not be participating. I’m definitely placing a bet though.” Allison retorts, reaching into her wallet for cash.

“Do you really want to be embarrassed again Stiles? I’m not going easy on you.”

“Bring it on y/n/n.”

*****

“Okay, we’re officially turning in. Will you guys be okay?” Lydia yawns as she finishes, Scott and Allison getting up as well.

“What? The party was just getting st-started!” Stiles hiccups with raised arms.

“Sti, it’s 2 in the morning. We all need to get some rest for the drive tomorrow.” Scott explains, ruffling his drunken best friends hair and chuckling when he slowly swats his hands away.

“Whatever dad. You’ll stay up with me?” Stiles turns to you with a hopeful expression, eyebrows furrowing when Scott distracts you with a kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re okay to get him to bed?” He asks whilst ignoring Stiles’ offended expression at the notion, turning to head inside when you nod.

“I would stay, but then I’d be a third wheel so...Night!” Isaac chimes with a charming grin, dodging your attempt at hitting him and planting a quick kiss to your temple before rushing inside.You and Stiles mumble reluctant replies when the rest of the pack shouts their good-nights, their absence bumming you out.

“Lame.” You simultaneously deadpan, giggling into your cups at the jinx. The fire’s only embers by now, a chill running down your spine at the sudden,cool summer night air.

“Mmm.” Stiles hums through the his cup, attempting to shrug off his flannel whilst holding the plastic between his teeth. “Take this, it’s cold.” You shake your head quickly, dizzying at the movement.

“I’m fine, if I took it you’d be cold.” You giggle when he rolls his eyes, cup in his mouth slashing a little bit of liquid down his chin when he continues to try and maneuver out of the fabric. “You’re such a lightweight.”

“Am n-not!” He hiccups between words, mumbling due to the plastic still clenched between his teeth. You laugh again, shuffling across the couch to help him out of the shirt. You know he’ll only persist if you refuse again, deciding to give in to his stubborn behavior instead of arguing. You get his arm that’s closest the you out of the first sleeve, reaching across his lap to help remove the other.

Stiles is instantly overwhelmed with the scent of that sweet perfume you’re always wearing. The heat emanating from your body disorienting him for moment before he remembers the cup still in his mouth. You finally get his other arm free, sitting back on your legs only to meet his droopy brown eyes. He looks a little stunned, and you realize the alcohol’s made you a bit more bold than usual. His face is only inches away, close enough for you to smell the alcohol on his tongue. Slowly, he removes the cup from his mouth, eyes never leaving yours. You take a sharp intake of breath, the air between ou tingling with some sort of buzz as your eyes avert down to his now visible lips. His eyes go down too, and you’re reminded of the wrap shirt Lydia had forced you to borrow, exposing a bit more chest than you’re used to. He clears his throat shuffling mere centimetres closer to you as his hands move towards your neck. This is it, he’s finally going to-

“You’re necklace, it’s messed up.” His voice cracks as he speaks, and you try not to completely deflate when he clears his throat gain as he clumsily drags the chain so the charm is back against the soft skin between your collarbones.

“Oh, thanks.” You internally cringe at how disappointed you sound, shrugging on the warm fabric of his flannel and leaning back against the couch.

******

You’re sitting on the counter and watching amusedly as Stiles clumsily searches the cabinets for something to eat.

“These people eat like hamsters, where’s the junk food?” He whines, exasperated from his mere 30 second search.

“Sti?”

“Hmm?”

“Truth or drink.” He let’s out another whine at your words, giving up on his search and leaning against the counter across you expectantly. Admittedly, he’s pretty tipsy and nearing drunk, not to mention pretty pissed that he chickened out earlier. He feigns annoyance when you nibble on your thumb to think of a question, heart melting when he observes how your feet kick in the air as the dangle off the counter top.

“Kiss marry kill. Isaac, Derek, and Scott.” He groans at your words, lips upturning to a smirk when you giggle into your cup.

“Can’t I just marry Scott, then kill Isaac and Derek?” He tries to argue but you immediately shake your head, expectant of a complete answer. “Fine. Kiss Derek, marry Scott, and kill Isaac.”

“Why Isaac?”

“Because he’s an ass, and he wears scarves in the summer. My turn.” You roll your eyes at his words, awaiting his question.

“Do you have a crush on Isaac?” Your eyebrows furrow in shock, shaking your head and laughing loudly at the notion. Sure, Isaac was hot, but you’d never had that sort of feelings for each other. He was more like a brother if anything, just like Scott. Stiles seems surprised at your answer, persisting the moment you quiet down. “Then who was he talking about before?”

“It’s actually my turn, no double questions. What were you so mad about before?” If he wanted to get personal, you might as well match the energy. He rolls his shoulders at the question, bringing the cup to his lips to hide his smile when you throw your hands up in defeat.

“Coward.” you grimace playfully, pouting when he only shrugs at your insult.

He jumps, startled when you gasp suddenly and reach over the counter. Turning up the volume on the stereo from before you’d brought inside. ‘Wolves’ by one direction, plays much louder now that you’ve turned the notch on the device.

“Oh my god, why?” Stiles dramatically looks up to the ceiling when you hop off the counter in excitement. Of course, he recalls the first time he’d heard the song. You’d forced him and Scott to listen to it in the jeep one night, saying it was just too ironic to not make it ‘your song.’ And whether him or Scott want to admit it or not, they’d belted out the lyrics with you a few times before.

You’re grabbing his hands before he can protest farther, rolling up the baggy sleeves of his flannel for the umpteenth time that evening as you begin to move to the opening notes, pulling him along with you. You thank the alcohol for your surge of confidence and the easy sway of your hips, grateful for the liquid courage.

“You totally love this song!” You shout over the music, too drunk to care if the others are awoken by your antics.

“Totally don’t!” Stiles retorts just as loud, laughing when you raise his arm so you can spin under it. Beginning to bob his head and mumbling the lyrics you’re currently shouting.

In the middle of the night when the wolves come out, headed straight for your heart like a bullet in the dark.

One by one, I gotta take them down,

We can run and hide, ain’t going down without a fight

You both howl obnoxiously with the music, jumping and spinning as it booms through the speakers. The alcohols hitting now, effectively loosening his muscles and making the both of you laugh obnoxiously at how stupid you probably look. Despite the silliness of it all, it’s the most at ease Stiles has felt in a while. There’s a certain energy you bring, a type of way you make him feel that’s always drawn you so close.You stumble over to the stereo when the third verse comes on, grin not leaving your lips when you feel his reluctance to let go of your hand. You turn the music down, not familiar enough with the remaining verses to be able to sing it. Besides, you were lucky enough Lydia hadn’t come down there, slippers and all, to scold you both to bed.

“That’s it? There’s more to the song!”

“I thought you didn’t like it?” You pant out, both out breath as you move beside him to lean against the counter once more.

“I-I don’t, just like dancing with you.” He blurts out, too intoxicated to care to filter his words. You study the spacey look in his eyes, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and exhilaration. It’s funny, a few months ago this would’ve just been any other sleepover with your best friend. But it’s different now, you can only assume he too has noticed the shift in energy between you. The electricity

“Sti?”

“Hmm?”

“Truth or dare.”

“Wh-what?” He turns to face you, brows furrowing at your hopeful eyes.

“Truth or dare.”

“We’re still doing this?”

“Just say dare!” You persist, hitting his chest in annoyance. The alcohol’s coursing through your veins, giving you too much confidence for your own good.

“Fine, dare.” He’s confused at your change in behavior, not recognizing the mischievous expression on your face.

“Kiss me.”

And that’s when Stiles Stilinski, Romeo himself, pukes into the kitchen sink.

*********

“I am not th-that drunk.” He stops mid sentences, clutching his chest and pausing to suppress a particularly violent hiccup.

“Sure Sti, tell that to the vomit on your shirt.” You huff out, half listening to the belligerent boy towering over you as you guide him towards the bathroom. He’s gotten significantly drunker while you were cleaning the sink, all the alcohol finally catching up to his inexperienced self. And sure, the slurred words and tousled hair was cute at first, but now he was a much too heavy toddler you were practically dragging to the bathroom.

“I wan’ sleep.” You fumble out a laugh at his childish demeanor, shuffling into the guest bathroom and flipping on the switch to illuminate the area, much to the drunk boy’s distaste as his droopy eyes adjust to the light. Admittedly, your’re also significantly intoxicated, thought process definitely a little slower than usual. Luckily, you’ve had enough experience to know when to cut yourself off.

“You can sleep after I get you to stop reeking of vomit, now arms up.” You order sternly, heart melting when his lips puff into a small pout at your words. He does as told, lanky arms high up in the air as you hastily pull the fabric up and over his head, careful not to get the throw up anywhere else on him. You run the cotton under the sink, wreching at the smell. The things you do for your friends

When his shirt is thoroughly washed, you diligently wring it out and hang it on the rack with the hand towels beside the counter. Crouching down to inspect the cabinet under the sink for anything to clean yourselves up with. You grab a small washcloth and a spare bottle of mouthwash, placing the items on the counter and meeting Stiles’ gaze. He’s a bit zoned out, but he’s smiling sweetly down at you as he watches you work.

“You’re like, really pretty.”

“And you totally can’t handle you’re liquor.” You retort with a roll of your eyes, pushing away the butterflies his words release. “Now swish and spit, your breath stinks.” Without as much of a fuss, he takes the bottle and does as instructed, letting out a dramatic ‘aah’ and giggling when you meet eyes in the mirror. You follow after him, figuring that’d have to be the maximum dental hygeine for the night considering the time crunch. You grab the rag from the counter, running it under the water and lathering soap into it before lifting it towards the boy beside you.

“Can I wash you off real quick?” You wait for his nod of approval, chuckling at the hilarity of the situation s you run the warm rag across his upper chest. “This’ll be one hell of a story.”

“Mmm.” He only hums in response, looking down at you intently, serious expression making your head tilt to the side in question.

“What?”

“Nothin, just sorry I didn’t kiss you.” Your movements halt at his words, continuing when you turn your attention back down to your task instead of his eyes.

“Told you I could out drink you. Next time don’t challenge me to shots.”

“N-noted.”

******

“Shhhh!” Your eyes are wide in warning as you make your way down the hall, arms wrapped around Stiles in support as he stumbles along with you.

“Shhh-shhh.” He mimics your actions, bringing a clumsy finger to his lips as you hold back a laugh. Finally, you set him down on the bed, turning towards the guest room dresser and tossing the sweats and t shirt Lydia must have left there to him. He groans, quickly undressing and tugging on the new clothes. Laying back down on the bed and throwing his forearm to cover his eyes as you change into Lydia’s spare shorts, figuring the shirt and flannel you still had on were sufficient enough as pjs.

You and Scott had fallen asleep during late nights at Stiles’ house numerous times whilst investigating Beacon Hills latest supernatural threat. So it’s not surprising when Stiles clumsily shuffles under the silky duvet with a satisfied sigh, lifting the covers so you can climb in next to him. It’s a queen sized bed, much bigger than the creaky twin you’ve shared before. Still, Stiles moves even closer, you’re well aware he’ll only fall asleep if he’s in the very middle of the mattress. It’s quiet, and you happily settle into the covers as sleep tugs at your eyelids. Only opening one eye when the boy beside you turns onto his side to face you.

“You know y/n, I miss when we were little. L-like when we used to dress up in our moms clothes, and then I twisted my ankle wearing my moms heels.” You chuckle fondly at his slurred retelling of the memory, images flashing by of when you were kids. He studies you, trying to commit the sweet laugh to memory before continuing. “I mean, I like where we are now. I do, because we’re still best friends and I still love you.”

“I love you too Sti.”

“N-no, no you don’t get it.” He shakes his head vigorously, drunken state dramatizing his movements as he argues. Sounding almost solemn at your response. “I mean I love you, and it’s terrifying. A pretty new revaluation might I add, so I thought getting drunk might help. Am I drunk?”

“Yes, very much so. And you should sleep before you say something-”

“No! I meas you have to know this. What if like, I never told you and then...Well I never would have told you! That’s like, Shakespeare tragedy bullshit and we’re definitely better than that. So, I love you. And not in the ‘we took baths together and played dress up in our moms clothes’ type love. It’s the ‘I’m always confused because you give me this...Weird tingly feeling and I never know how to go about it and it makes me want to kiss you’ type of love...I guess. Am I like, really drunk?” You’re to say the least stunned with his confession, though the various hiccups in between sentences didn’t call for the most romantic ambiance.

“Yeah, you’re pretty wasted.” You smooth out his messy hair, too exhausted (and tipsy) to want to accept any of this is actually happening.

“Sorry I didn’t kiss you. The vomiting was unrelated to you making a move on me, just so we’re clear.” He croaks out, voice rasped from the lull of oncoming slumber.

“And here I was thinking I made you nauseous.”

“No, you do give me butterflies though. Too pretty.” He muses, chuckling when you push away his face, nose having booped yours to accentuate his point. It can’t be legal to be this cute while intoxicated.

“You gotta close your eyes Sti, have to sleep off all this alcohol.”

“M’kay. You’ll stay with me the whole night?”

“Always.”

**********

It’s fairly early when you finally wake, sunlight seeping into the room from the early morning light. You want more than anything to go back to bed, figuring another hour would help ware off the pounding headache tormenting your skull. Only assuming Stiles must feel even worse. It’s then, when you try to shuffle closer into his body warmth, that you realize the bed is empty. The space where he’s laid beside you is still warm, and you reluctantly sit up with the harsh reality that everyone else must be awake too.

You follow the scent of bacon to the kitchen, immediately met with a very grumpy looking Stiles hunched over a cup of coffee. He’s wearing Scott’s lacrosse hoodie, sunglasses covering his eyes and hood pulled over his head to shield himself from any intruding light. You sit down on the stool of the island he’s leaning against, offering a sympathetic smile when he pushes the steaming mug towards you with a grunt.

“Morning everyone!” Isaac chimes with a bright smile, slapping the two of you on the back as you simultaneously groan.

“Late night?”

“You know, I’m usually appreciative of the cheeky sarcasm Scott. But if you don’t wipe that smirk off your face right now, I will seriously consider castrating you.” You stare down the alpha, not even phasing his cheerful demeanor.

“Well before you do that, have some breakfast.” Allison only laughs when the two of you gladly pull the plates she’s placed in front you closer with a genuine murmur of ‘thank yous’. Eager to have the food soak up the alcohol and rid you of the awful hangover.

“And this is why I don’t drink.” Lydia retorts, placing down a bottle of Advil between you with a playful roll of her eyes.

“Speaking of, what was that music last night? Scared me half to death.” Allison inquires, looking to the others with a knowing smile when you and Stiles laugh through a forkful of hash browns, eyes on each other and avoiding the others. The two of you might not see it, but you’re practically married with how in sync you are. Always giving each other side eye when approached by someone you both hate, finishing each others sentences. You make a perfect pair, if only one of you had the balls to act on it.

“Flannel looks good on you y/n.” Isaac snickers, tugging on your elongated sleeve with a grin. Only more amused when you flip him off in silence.

“You know, none of the guys I’ve hooked up with have never offered me their shirts.” Lydia pouts while pushing around the eggs on her plate, shocked when you and Stiles simultaneously choke on your (now individual) coffees.

“We, we didn’t hook up!” Stiles defends, now unable to meet your mortified gaze.

“Well, I know that I just mean-”

“Hold on. Am I missing something here? You two have seriously never...I mean never?” Isaac looks genuinely bewildered as he rambles on, Allison and Scott not so discreetly giggling into their mugs as the conversation continues.

“No!”

“Seriously? I’m always teasing because I figured it was all just unspoken knowledge.” The blonde’s genuinely intrigued, not noticing Lydia’s persistent signals to stop talking. “Scott, you’re telling me you can’t smell the sexual ten-”

“OKAY, we’ll be leaving now. Lydia, thank you for having us-”

“And thank you for the liquor we’re seriously regretting right now.” You finish the farewell for Stiles, grabbing your things and headed out the door before any of them can protest.

“See you at home!” Scott yells out, still finding the situation between his best friends hilarious.

“And always use protect-” Isaac’s voice is cut off when Stiles slams the front door behind him, the both of you trudging towards the jeep. The boy letting out another groan and pinching his nose when you pull the door shut a little too hard, loud noise ringing in his ears.

You fumble through the glove compartment when he pulls out of the long driveway and towards the road, satisfied when you find a spare pair of sunglasses under a pile of crumpled papers.

“You keep this up and I won’t have any more clothes.”

“To be fair, you insisted I put this on.” You argue, referring to the cotton shirt wrapped around you. “How much do you remember of last night anyway?” He chuckles at your question, rubbing his hand over his jaw in contemplation.

“Geez, well there was truth or dare with everyone. They turned in early and you and I hung outside a bit longer. I was...Looking for food in the kitchen and there was dnacing? And I’m pretty sure there was a bathroom involved.”

“You may or may not have puked in Lydia’s sink.” Stiles slaps a hand over his face at your words, laughing along with you when he sees your amusement in his new-found knowledge.

“I’m so sorry, was I a total pain?”

Of course not! You only confessed your love to me like you were expressing a new hobby in which you now have no recollection of.

“Nah, I helped you clean up and then we went to bed. Besides, you’ve taken care of my drunk ass plenty of times.” He observes you in small glances he can get between looking at the road. You seem as though you’re holding back.

To be honest, you were a bit frustrated. On one hand, you could just be honest with him and explain hat he’d said. But he was wasted, and it felt wrong to confess for him. Besides, if he wanted to act on his feelings he would have. And that definitely hurt, but it probably meant he had the same concerns as you. Being best friends made this shit complicated. With everything going on in this town, you had a lot of responsibilities to withhold. You couldn’t afford to lose each other. Ironically, you loved each other too much to risk starting a relationship.

“Sti, you just passed my neighborhood.”

“Yeah. It’s still early and I’m not waiting for this hangover to pass alone. We’re going to my place.”

“Star Wars and pizza?”

“Star Wars and pizza.”

*********

“I’m just saying, the amount of accidental incest in medi is actually uncanny.”

“You bring this up every time we watch A New Hope.”

“I know, but seriously!” He shuffles on his bed, pushing away the pizza box with only a few pieces of crust remaining inside. “Just like that movie you’re always making me watch. The one with the girl and her step-brother.”

“Hey! I told you, Clueless is so much better when you pretend Josh is just a family friend!”

“But we shouldn’t have to pretend it wasn’t originally written about two step siblings falling in love. I mean, what kind of trope is that?”

“Fair enough, I guess old rich white men all have a thing for their siblings.”

“Gross, I’m officially grossed out.” When your laughter settles down, Stiles starts to mess with his fingers. Looking between you and his lap as if debating with his next words.

“Listen, are you sure I didn’t...Say anything last night?” You shift uncomfortably under his gaze, figuring you could at least tell your own truth without completely exposing his.

“Stiles, we were both pretty drunk. I don’t know, I guess something could have happened?”

“How do you mean?” You’re unsettled with how awkward this has all become. But it’s not like this could keep going unsaid. It was too much of a weight to be concealing all of this from him. Stiles was the person you went to for a good vent, and you can’t really vent to your best friend about...Well, being in love with your best friend.

“I may have possibly, maybe asked you to kiss me. And you might have thrown up right after the offer.” His eyes bulge in surprise, and you cover your face with a strained cry at the confession. “It’s your fault for asking!” You whine, instantly regretting saying anything in the first place. This was dumb, you were totally dumb, and no you looked like a complete fool, all because of stupid Stiles.

“Hey.” His voice is soft when he pulls your hands down, mischievous smirk utterly confusing you. “Truth or dare?”

“You do remember! You asshole!” You shout instantly, slapping at his chest as he laughs.

“Woah, woah wait. I may have remembered a bit more than I mentioned in the car. But how was I supposed to know you actually wanted to kiss me or if it was the tequila talking? I figured maybe if you told me the truth, then I’d know if you really meant it.” You stare at him blankly, not nearly as amused as he is.

“If it’s any consolation, you look really cute when you’re pissed at me.”

“Charming, Stilinksi. Do you happen to remember the part where your blacked out ass gave an entire monologue about how in love with me you are? And how sorry you were that you didn't kiss-” With that, he takes hod of the side of your face and connects your lips to his Finally releasing whatever tension that’s been building for agonizing months. It’s nice, really nice, but he’s not getting away that easy. You smack his chest again, fighting the urge to pull him back into you when you observe how flushed he looks.

“Ow, stop hitting me! I had to do something, you were embarrassing me!”

“Good! I’m glad you feel a smidge of what I do, Romeo. You’re just gonna kiss me?”

“I’m sorry, should I not have? Did I totally just misread that?”

“N-no. I mean, I wanted to kiss you. But I figured the only reason you hadn’t said something sooner...Or sober, was because you were afraid of what I was afraid of. With all the shit we go through, I wouldn’t ever want to jeopardize our friendship.” He’s silent at that, trying to find a way in which to convey his thoughts.

“Y/n, we’re a part of the pack. Nothing can break that bond. No matter what, you’re my best friend first. Whatever shit come our way next, we’ll know how to handle it together, like we always do. Besides, if I ever hurt you Scott and Isaac would make sure I never saw the light of day again.” You chuckle softly at his words, feeling a weight you hadn’t known was there lifted off your shoulders.

“I think this is the part where you ask the final truth or dare.”

“Well, I would dare you to kiss me, but you have to promise you wont puke again.”

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skiller0dani · 3 years

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Sinful | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut | sub!spencer x bau!reader requests info summary | when spencer decides to let the witness flirt with him, you decide to have some fun of your own with derek. it becomes obvious that it's a mistake.

this was sitting in my drafts unedited!! I'm still trying to finish up Amortentia part 2 & the Ethan AU. They'll be up I promise, until then.. enjoy Sub!Spencer! This is my first real stab at a dom reader so I hope I did okay. I've read fics about face slapping as a kink and I just wanna let you guys know that I am not comfortable writing that so I probably never will include that.

Also I hate saliva so I probably wont write about spitting either. Sorry lololol

thanks @imagining-in-the-margins for the inspiration! (was totally inspired by "messy lessons" if you guys haven't read it...you should!)

At first you doubted he knew what he was even doing.

At first.

Maybe he wasn't trying to get in her pants, and maybe he wasn't trying to lead her on. But he was still letting her shamelessly flirt with him. You'd been with the FBI for years and made the silly mistake of assuming that working in the same department as your boyfriend would make things easier on you. Being able to see him everyday is a definite plus, seeing him in danger every time you're in the field is definitely not a plus. Watching a busty blonde witness flirt with him is certainly not a plus, especially when he lets her throw herself into his chest. Supposedly "distraught" but you see the cheeky smile peeking at the corner of her lips.

You see the thing about Spencer that nobody except for you knows, is that deep down he's a very naughty boy. The little mischievous glint in his eyes when his eyes meet yours from across the interrogation room proved that. You were professional however, so you were forced to stand by and watch him comfort her. Bitch.

"C-Could you get me some water?" Her voice was shaky, you still didn't buy it.

"Sure, Doctor-"

"Agent Y/L/N if you wouldn't mind?" Spencer's much more dominating voice cut through yours. Your eyebrows flew up as you shared a millisecond stare down with him. You could see the playful look in his eyes, flashed by the brattiest smile you'd ever seen grace his lips. Your lips stretched in a tight smile before you nodded and turned out of the room.

When JJ joined you near the kitchenette she opened her mouth to say something, but once she'd noticed you white knuckle gripping the faucet handle she changed her mind. She continued with whatever she was doing, not looking at you. It was a tense few minutes until she turned out of the room. While everyone in the BAU knew you and Spencer were together, it was easy for them to forget seeing as you never acted as a couple at work. For obvious reasons. Only in moments of danger, like when Spencer's helicopter went down and there were panicked tears streaming down your cheeks did they remember that you were in fact, together.

Apparently your usually good boy seems to have forgotten who he belongs to as well. The sight you returned to left tendrils of anger licking at the pit of your stomach.

"Oh really, that is so cool! I'll bet you're so strong!" The witness had perked up considerably since you'd left the room. Her hand reached up to curl at his bicep, and he didn't stop her. What a brat. Spencer sat next to her rather than across from her at the table, presumably to console her. Spencer beamed at her praise, an action you did not miss.

"Yeah, actually FBI agents are required to pass a variety of physical exams to insure they're physically healthy enough to chase down an unsub if need be-"

"Here's your water." Your voice was tense and you had to resist the urge to "accidentally" spill the water on her as you set the glass down. You didn't meet Spencer's eye as he stood to follow you out of the room. You could see the naughty façade fading as soon as he'd left the room.

"Y/N?" His voice was soft and his big brown eyes wide when you turned to glance at him. Your heart melted at the sight of those sad puppy dog eyes but you're not going to give in when baby boy broke so many rules.

"Shush." Is all you say, your voice sharp. You're not going to hide the fact that you're mad at him. And you're going to stay mad at him, no matter how cute he is.

"Yes ma'am." Spencer mumbles as he follows you towards the room Hotch is waiting in with the whiteboard. You try your hardest to focus on whatever Hotch is saying but all you can think about is that stupid witness pressing her chest up against Spencer, and the fact that he was practically bathing in the attention she gave him. You hated the fact that Spencer was getting exactly what he wants, he lives for your punishments. In a way, punishing him was also rewarding him but it was rewarding for you too.

After vaguely remembering Hotch asking for Spencer, you watched him scramble forward. You don't miss the fact that he nearly stops to ask for your permission to do so, you have him trained so well. A smile quirks at the corner of your mouth and you almost feel like forgiving him until Hotch speaks again.

"Reid, I want you to take Allison Calloway home..." he lists off where the rest of you will go but at that point you're no longer listening. You hear Hotch pair your name with Derek, which sparks a wicked idea in your head. He's having Spencer take the witness home? Is the world punishing you? You see Spencer steal one nervous glance at you before rushing to get Allison. You tongue your cheek before reluctantly following Derek out of the precinct.

You and Derek were apparently instructed by Hotch to go investigate the second crime scene, where a young man with his hands missing was found earlier this morning. You peek at Derek out of the corner of your eye, Derek is one of your close friends and he knows more than he should about yours and Spencer's...extracurricular activities. He seems to be in a good mood today, and he's unlikely to think anything of it. He'll definitely tell Spencer about it, which is sort of what you're hoping for. While this is hardly the place for you to "come on" to Derek, you're willing to do it. Spencer needs a taste of his own medicine.

"Odd, that the unsub removes the hands but repositions the watch around the victims ankle." Derek muses, his hand coming up to scratch at the stubble on his chin. Luckily the officers sent to patrol the crime scene are nowhere nearby. You circle Derek, trying to formulate the perfect sentence in your mind. It can't be too much, but definitely enough for him to inform Spencer. Derek is used to more lewd phrases coming from yours and Penelope's mouth, so surprising him enough to tattle to your boyfriend will be a challenge.

It can't be anything that would hurt Spencer however.

Derek views Spencer as his little brother and would never hurt him, and you wouldn't want to hurt Spencer either this is all in good filthy fun. It has to be a little risky, but not so risky that Derek would prefer keeping it from Spencer to protect him. If its too much Derek will approach you directly about it which would be humiliating and would entirely miss the point. This is a very delicate operation.

"Oh Derek, have you been working out?" You decide to take the easy route, adding a dash of sultry to your tone.

"Occasionally." Derek doesn't turn his head towards you, you haven't quite captured his attention yet.

"Firm is a good look on you." You tease, you'll need to ease him into it because he's going to have the wind knocked out of him when you finally lay it on him.

"Easy girly, you're venturing into dangerous territory." You hear the lilt to his tone letting you know that he's joking. You need to push it further.

"No I'm serious," you need to tread very carefully. You don't want to ruin a friendship you still want to keep, "it's a really good look on you."

Derek turns to you then, an eyebrow raised as he watches you trail your eyes down his body. While Derek isn't a bad looking guy, he doesn't even come close to comparing to your beautiful boy. Spencer is easily the cutest and sexiest man you've ever had the privilege of standing in the same room with.

"What's with you?" He asks, keeping the smile on his face so he doesn't alert you that he's concerned. You're on the right track but if you leave it here Derek will let it go. You need to drop that mini bomb on him, just a little more. You trail a finger down his shoulder, towards his bicep.

"Nothing, just admiring the view. The big, strong, sexy, view. What I wouldn't give to have you in bed Derek Morgan." There's the bomb. Your words have an immediate effect over him. The half-lidded sultry look in your eyes is enough for him to raise his eyebrows in surprise. Usually he can tell if you're joking but now he really can't tell. He's speechless, which doesn't happen to Derek Morgan very often.

"Y/N..."

"Call me if you wanna take me up on my offer." You send a wink at him before turning to head towards the black SUV. That should be enough for him to tattle.

When you return to the precinct, you watch with pleased eyes as Derek immediately pulls Spencer into a side room. Derek briefly glances at you, and you send him a smile but do not receive on in return. You don't think anything of it, Derek will get over it eventually with an explanation. You watch carefully as Derek begins to speak and an unreadable expression crosses onto Spencer's face, you expect he's just absorbing what Derek is telling him. Any minute now that look will cross onto his face, those dark eyes that warn you that you've officially annoyed him.

Derek keeps speaking, you can see his lips moving. What are they talking about? It shouldn't be taking this long. You're too far away to really make out their faces, so you subtly sneak closer when Spencer's eyes flash to meet yours and you gasp. There is no anger on his face, no playful annoyance, instead you see pain. Hurt. Betrayal. Derek tries to reach out to grab Spencer but the door to that side room opens and Spencer comes rushing out of it. Not bothering a side glance at you as he makes his hasty exit.

"I was only kidding." You explain quickly as Derek emerges. He doesn't look amused.

"It was too far Y/N. He's crushed." Derek snaps, brushing past you. Immediately you turn and exit the precinct, quickly finding Spencer tucked away in a secluded corner. He's sitting against the building, his head tucked into his knees and the absolute worst part is the fact that he's softly crying. You kneel in front of him in an instant, although you're not sure what to even say.

"Oh baby boy, I was only kidding. I didn't mean it, I said it because you flirted with that blonde witness!" You explain in a hurry, trying to reach out to take him in your arms. Spencer resists, instead lifting his head to look at you. His eyes are glossy and red rimmed, "kidding?"

"Yes precious, I was kidding."

"But Derek is more...attractive then I am." Spencer whimpers softly. You reach forward to firmly grasp Spencer's chin, ensuring he looks at you.

"Spencer Walter Reid you look at me," You order, and hesitantly Spencer lifts his watery eyes to meet yours. "There is not a single person who is more attractive then you are, you are flawless."

"But deep down you want Derek-"

"I was kidding Spencer. I only want you, my good boy." You purr, and you see a shiver run down his spine. You lean forward to press your lips to his before your thumbs come up to swipe away your tears.

"I'm not a good boy, I don't deserve it." Spencer whimpers once you help him stand up. Even though you're looking up at him, it's still very clear that you're the one in charge. "I flirted with Allison."

"You're right, you haven't been very good have you? I'm sure you'll make it up to me in the hotel room." You smile pressing a kiss to his flushed cheek. He nods immediately, it warms your heart.

"I love you." Spencer whispers after he catches your hand as you're about to open the door. You press a kiss to his palm, "I love you precious."

You could feel the nerves rolling off of him when you opened the door to your shared hotel room. The door shut with a soft click as you kicked off your shoes. Spencer remained at the hotel room door curled in on himself and wringing his hands together. You have to hide the smile as you shed your jacket from your shoulders, beginning to reach for your jeans when you pause. You take a seat on the bed, watching Spencer eye you carefully from his spot by the door.

"Come here." There isn't a question in your tone, it's more of an order. An order Spencer hastily obeys as he scrambles to stand before you.

"Undress me." You instruct, and Spencer kneels immediately to grab at the hem of your shirt. He carefully lifts the fabric off your body and tosses it aside before reaching around your body to unclip your bra. "No touching baby boy, you were naughty remember?" You snapped, and you saw him turn his head down in shame before turning his attention towards your pants. He unbuttons your jeans and helps pull them down your legs. Spencer's breath gets caught in his throat when his eyes land on your clothed pussy.

"Like what you see precious? Maybe if you were a good boy and didn't let that woman run her hands all over you, maybe I'd let you touch." You purr watching the disdain in his eyes when he realizes what his punishment is going to be.

"Tell me the truth baby boy, did you let her touch you in the car?"

He nods, but that's not good enough for you. You reach down to roughly palm him through his slacks.

"I said did you let her touch you?" You punctuate every word with a gentle squeeze around his cock. Finally, Spencer seems to find his voice.

"Y-Yes!"

"Where? Show me where she marked what's mine." You hiss, not even attempting to disguise your frustration. Spencer lifts one hand to his chest and trails it down his stomach, dangerously close to the hem of his pants before thankfully he stops.

"You let her touch you, this close to your cock?" You snap, tearing your hand away from him.

"I-I'm sorry!" He stammers, his eyes wide and his hands resting on the tops of his thighs. Boy does he look pretty on his knees before you. Not pretty enough for mercy however. There's a pleading look in his eyes, and a desperation. A desperation to please you.

"Make it up to me." You snap and as soon as the words leave your lips, Spencer's fingers are curling around the waistband of your underwear and tearing them off your body.

"Y-Yes ma'am." You lean back on your elbows as Spencer lowers his head between your legs, his eyes flickering to yours briefly. With a nod of your head, Spencer is delving between your legs with the enthusiasm of sex deprived teenager. Your head tosses back immediately as you feel his tongue licking thick stripes over your entrance. He continues to lap at you, his tongue teasing your entrance before he returns to his heavy licking. You moan softly, your fingers digging into his curls and pulling his head closer.

"Just like that, you're being such a good boy." You praise through breathy moans, and Spencer can feel his chest swell with pride. He loves being your good boy. But he isn't your baby boy all the time, sometimes, with a bit of coaxing, he becomes daddy. Spencer reaches up to prod a finger at your entrance before he's sinking in knuckle deep, his mouth curling around your clit. Spencer pumps on finger, to stretch you a little before slowly working a second finger into your suffocatingly tight heat.

"Yes Spencer, don't stop." You beg, feeling yourself climbing closer to reaching the peak, especially when his tongue flicks expertly against your clit while his fingers pump steadily into you. "Oh God, my good boy-" You praise again, and this time Spencer moans against you. Your toes curl as the vibrations send a course of pleasure through you, you've got to make him do that again.

"Do you like being my good boy Spencer? My good, obedient boy. So eager to please me, to make me feel good. And you do, you make me feel so good because you're such a good, good, boy." Your heavy praise causes Spencer to release a low groan, and the feeling is enough to launch you over the edge. Spencer keeps pumping is fingers into you, his tongue swirling soft circles over your clit to help you through your orgasm. Once your body has stopped jerking, you finally pull him off you.

"I forgive you precious, but unfortunately I still have to punish you." You inform him as you pull him back up to his feet. You hear him whine as you push his chest to lay him back against the bed.

"Do you have to?"

"Are you talking back to me baby boy?"

"N-No!" He squeaks instantly, his cheeks painted red. You stand over him, laying beneath you and you can't fight the soft moan that escapes your lips upon seeing him. His hair is disheveled from you raking your fingers through his, his brown eyes are wide and innocent as he looks up at you, and his cheeks are dusted such a beautiful shade of pink.

"Take off your clothes precious, I want to see all of you." You instruct, and you love the shy look on his face as he reaches up to remove his shirt. You let your eyes shamelessly roam his body as he slowly exposes more skin to you. Despite having been together for a few years now, Spencer is still incredibly insecure. Deep down he's worried you'll grow tired of him. Worried that you'll seek out other men despite being with him. Spencer is worried he's not enough to keep you interested. Which is wildly untrue, it's already been over 3 years and if anything you become more interested as time goes on.

"So beautiful baby boy, your body is a work of art." You breathe under your breath. Spencer blushes even deeper then he was before as he nervously fidgets underneath. You swing your legs on either side of his waist, your palms on the bed next to his head. "Your punishment, precious boy," your hands drift to his that are resting on your hips, "is that you can't touch me." You finish, moving his hands to the bed.

Spencer's eyes widen as his head drops back. A whine escapes his lips, but like a good boy, he grasps tightly at the sheets. You reach between your bodies to grasp his cock, pressing the head against your entrance before you teasingly lower onto him. Spencer's eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of your velvety walls around him- it's almost too much for the poor boy. It doesn't help that it's been a few weeks since you two last had sex, meaning you're tighter then you normally are. In fact you're so tight that Spencer can't even breathe properly while he's stretching you open.

"Oh baby boy, you feel absolutely wonderful. Your cock stretches me open so good." You purr, your hands landing on his chest for leverage so you can bounce on him faster. Spencer whimpers softly, the feeling is overwhelming, you can tell he's struggling to contain himself. Your hair drifts down your back when you throw your head back, his cock hitting places deep inside you.

"Getting close," You moan and Spencer knows that's his cue to reach down and begin rubbing circles over your clit. As soon as his thumb makes contact you're moaning loudly, your free hand digging into his hair to hold onto tightly. "Yes Spencer, yes." The phrase becomes a chant you repeat in your head over and over again. Spencer continues to rub you, desperate to help you find your release. When you slam down on him again, his cock hits the place deep inside you that makes your toes curl. You cum instantaneously, your body nearly falling top of Spencer's from the sheer force of it. Spencer's arms come up to steady you, offering shallow thrusts into you to chase his own release.

"Y/N...c-can I?" His voice is wrought, and you smile weakly.

"Yes precious, you can cum." As soon as you give him permission, he's cumming in hot gushes into you, his face buried in your neck. You run your hand down his back as his heart rate slows back to normal, and Spencer's arms stay curled around your waist.

"Spence?"

"Hm?" You can hear the lazy drawl in his voice that lets you know he's getting very sleepy.

"Don't ever break my rules again, or your punishment will be much worse."

"Yes ma'am." You press a kiss to his lips before pulling off him, and curling yourself into his side.

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samdeancass · 3 years

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Possessed Werewolf

Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Isaac x werewolf!fem!reader

Genre: Slight smut, Angst, Fluff

Characters: Isaac, Y/N, Scott, Deaton

A/N: Set in Season 3b.

Description: Y/N and Isaac were once inseparable and she was his anchor. That all stopped when Isaac took a liking to Allison. When the pack are attacked by The Oni, Y/N becomes possessed by the flies which ends up with her and Isaac back together again...

You always thought that you and Isaac would be together forever, seems how you were his anchor and he was yours. You were a born werewolf which meant you played a pivotal part in Isaac’s change. That’s how you and him bonded; being together so many hours of the day sure played a part in the beginning or your relationship. It also helped that your best friends were Scott and Stiles which meant that Isaac immediately got accepted into Scott’s pack. You had never imagined that Isaac would fall for Alison which is when your whole world turned upside down.

You were walking down the hall when you felt a hand wrap around your bicep and pull you into the nearest classroom. Your eyes flashed yellow as you turned around with your claws protruding from your nails but you soon calmed down once you seen Isaac staring back at you.

“What did you do that for? There is something called a hallway that we can talk in.” You chuckled, shaking your head a little. Isaac smiled back at you but with sadness in his eyes. You tilted your head to the side a little whilst grabbing one of Isaac’s hand in yours. “What’s the matter baby?” He opened his mouth to say something but it seemed as though he couldn’t get it out.

You raised your eyebrows a little and pulled on Isaac’s hand. “Please, babe. You’re worrying me now.” A stray tear fell down his face as he lifted his hand to our face, running his fingers across your cheek. You leaned into his touch and smiled, letting his warmth overcome your body. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m really sorry.” Your heart began beating much faster as anxiety flowed through you.

Your nose crinkled up as you focused on the particular scent emitting from Isaac. “Why-why are you guilty? What have you done?” Isaac shook his head. “Nothing yet. It’s something that I have to do, right now.” You backed away a little, unsure of what Isaac was talking about. “What do you mean?”

Isaac closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I’ve got feelings for somebody else, Y/N. I’ve had them for a while but I thought that I could fight it. But over the past few weeks, they’ve become stronger; unbearable to resist. We were alone one night and we..... kissed.”

Once again your eyes flashed yellow but this time, they were a deeper shade, conveying your anger. “Get out, Isaac. It’s over.” Isaac moved towards you, but you stepped back, baring your fangs at him. “I said GET OUT!” Isaac rushed passed you before you acted on your anger.

Slamming the door behind him, you stomped through the aisles of desks throwing whatever you could find. Eventually, your anger wore off and sadness consumed you. You fell to the floor, sobs racking through your body as the news of what had happened finally sunk in.

Ever since, you and Isaac have kept your distance. You still loved him, of course you did, but you couldn’t tell him that; it was too hard. Every day you watched Isaac and Alison together, holding hands down the hallways, stealing kisses whenever they could. Isaac loved Alison but there was nothing you could do, or so you thought.

You and the pack were separated around town, looking for ‘Void Stiles’. You were searching in the basement of the school when you heard a buzzing around your head. You flapped your hand around your head, willing the fly to go away. However, the fly continued to bother you until it found an opening and flew into your ear.

Immediately after, an overwhelming aggression took over your body. Letting this fuel your actions, you headed straight towards who you were most angry and frustrated with: Isaac. Trees went past you in a blur as you used your werewolf speed to run to Isaac’s location.

Walking straight into his house you homed in towards Isaac, paying no attention to Scott who was sitting across from him. Once Isaac’s scent waved through your nostrils your anger turned into lust, causing your whole demeanour to change.

You strutted towards Isaac, climbing onto his lap and running your hands down his chest. Isaac looked past you to Scott, wondering what the hell was going on. They both shrugged at each other and Isaac turned his attention back to you, not completely letting his guard down. Something about you was different, but he couldn’t figure out what.

You leaned forward and attached yourself to his neck, leaving a line of sloppy kisses whilst grinding against his lap. “Why did you have to hurt me, Isaac? All this could still be yours.” You bit the top of Isaac’s ear and raked your fingers through his hair. All the while Isaac was completely transfixed with you, letting your dominant actions completely take him over.

On the other side of the room, Scott was deep in thought. What could have brought on this strange and sudden behaviour? What had come into your lives recently that had the power to do this? He sat for a few more minutes before suddenly standing up from his chair. “Isaac, she’s possessed!”

Isaac turned his head toward Scott but kept his eyes on you. “What?” Scott huffed and stormed forward, gently grabbing you off him. “Snap out of it, dude. It’s the Nogitsune that’s possessing Stiles. Somehow, it’s possessing Y/N to. We need to get her to Deaton.”

Isaac stood still for a moment and let the new information sink in whilst you were struggling in Scott’s hold to try and get to Isaac. He turned and looked at you. “How I wish that was really you.” He sighed deeply. “Let’s go.”

Deaton was able to figure out exactly what was causing the Nogitsune to possess you and found a way to get it out.

You came to on the silver table in the vets with three sets of eyes staring down at you. Slowly you sat up, holding your head. “What in the hell happened? The last thing I remember was looking in the school basement for Stiles.” You looked up and saw Isaac staring at the ground whilst Scott and Deaton looked sheepishly at each other.

“Scott, what happened?” Scott turned to you. “I think he should be the one to tell you that.” He nodded his head toward Isaac, who was slowly moving his head to look at you. “Maybe you should give us some privacy. I’m sure she doesn’t want to hear this in front of everybody.”

Scott and Deaton nodded their heads and swiftly made their way out of the room, leaving you and Isaac alone. A thin silence held the air. The both of you hadn’t been in a room alone together since you broke up. “Tell me what happened, and make it quick.”

“I don’t know the best way to tell you this, but you sorta came on to me. You came over to my house, bounded through the door and beelined straight to me, completely ignoring Scott.” You nodded along, not completely getting what was so wrong with your actions. “You then climbed onto my lap and began running your hands down my chest, whispering things in my ear, kissing me. Scott literally had to peel you off me to get you here.”

At this point, your face was bright red. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I never would have done that if I wasn’t, you know.” Isaac smiled and took a small step towards you. “Deaton said that you wouldn’t have done all that if you didn’t still have feelings for me.” You shook your head in denial but you could feel your heart begin to hammer in your chest.

“I-I don’t. Not anymore.” Isaac took another step towards you, your shoes touching his. “Well, I have to say Y/N. I sure felt something when you whispered in my ear...” He leant down close to your ear. “...ran your hands down my body....” Isaac wrapped his large hands around your waist and began to run them up and down your sides. “....kissing me.” He leaned down and was inches away from your face when you pulled away.

“Wait. What about Alison?” Isaac shook his head. “I realise now how stupid I was leaving you. You are and always will be the one for me. You’re my anchor, nobody can compete with that.” Within that moment, you grabbed Isaac’s head and pulled him towards you, locking your lips with his.

The familiar feeling of butterflies returned as your kiss deepened. Isaac’s hands began to roam your body, finding their way up your shirt and splay across your back. Your hands moved to his neck, pulling at the small hairs at the base. Isaac began messing with the clasp of your bra, desperate to get it off; which is when you pulled away.

“We can’t do that here, Isaac. Deaton would sure as hell have a mess to clean up when he comes back.” Isaac gave you a lustful smirk. “Let’s take this somewhere else then.” He tucked his hands under your legs and threw you over his shoulder, running out of the vets towards his house.

You never would have thought that it would take an ancient evil being to possess you and come onto Isaac to get you both back together, but you were definitely not complaining.....

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queenshelby · 3 years

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THE SECRET - part two of three

Featuring: Cillian Murphy x Virgin!Reader

Words: 5,597

Warning: Smut, Age Gap

Tag List: @lilymurphy03 @deefigs

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Raising Suspicions

You stumbled across the hallway of the apartment building in a haste just as you threw the jumper over your head.

Whilst you hadn’t discussed with Cillian what you would do now that you both admitted your feelings for each other, it was obvious to you that, ideally, you would need to keep your relationship secret until filming for Season 6 was finished.

The last thing you wanted is to be seen as the young actress who is sleeping her way up the ladder, being involved not only with the lead actor but also one of the producers of the show. You didn’t want any favouritism nor did you want people to get the wrong idea about you and Cillian. You truly and deeply cared for him and you could see yourself with him long term. You were falling in love with him.

You also realised that it wouldn’t look good for Cillian either if he was publicly involved with someone your age, someone he works with. With that being said, you knew that, eventually, if this was going to last, you would have to deal with some backlash because of your age gap. But things were too fresh, too new and too personal to be dealing with this now.

With these thoughts on your mind, you inserted the key into the door of your apartment quietly in the hope that your roommate Emma would not notice that you were gone.

To your disappointment, she was sitting at the kitchen table eating her cereal just as you unlocked the door and walked inside.

‘Good Morning Sunshine’ Emma said with the biggest grin on your face as you walked into the door.

‘Uhm, Good Morning’ you said shyly.

‘So where are you coming from huh?’ she asked, still grinning at you.

‘Just got up early to go for a walk’ you said, your cheeks flushing. You were an actor but you were still terrible at lying.

‘In the same clothes that you were wearing last night? Interesting’ Emma said sheepishly.

‘I just, yeah…put them on quickly this morning’ you said with embarrassment and in a tone that would usually constitute a question. The truth was, you didn’t know how to respond to Emma’s comment.

‘Come here Y/N, have some coffee and tell me about your walk’ she soon said after you were about to walk into your bedroom.

Surprised by her comment, you agreed and sat down next to her.

‘What’s that?’ she asked, looking at you and grinning even more than earlier.

‘What’s what?’ you asked with curiosity. You had no idea what she was talking about.

‘Turn to the side’ she said as she pulled aside your jumper.

‘You are making me nervous Em’ you said just as Emma assessed your neck.

‘I fucking knew it’ she shouted all of a sudden.

‘Knew what?’ you asked.

‘Finn left early last night and Natasha wondered why. I had some ideas and, obviously, I was right going of the giant hickey on your neck’ Emma said, grinning heavily.

Emma’s comment caused you to spit some of your coffee back into your cup. You were shocked. Did she really think that you were sleeping with Finn? This was a disaster.

‘Emma, there is nothing between me and Finn’ you explained. ‘Nothing at all’ you added.

‘Sure, if you say so. you have to go now, you will see you on set?’ Emma said.

‘Sure’ you said laughing. ‘But I am serious Em, there is nothing between us’ you added. You couldn’t believe that Emma thought that you were sleeping with Finn.

Emma ignored your last comment and gave you a wink before she left.

You had quick shower as soon as she left and, shortly thereafter, made your way to set as well.

Your first stop was always the make up artist. You hated wearing a lot of make up but it was part of the job.

As you arrived, you noticed Cillian sit there, shirtless. He was getting his Tommy Shelby tattoos applied.

‘Hi’ Cillian said with a smile as he saw you.

‘Hi’ you responded shyly with a smile.

The silence between you was awkward as you were surrounded by the make up artists.

‘Sorry Cillian, we should probably take Y/N to another room while we get the tattoos on’ the make up artist said, concerned about the inappropriateness about him sitting next to you shirtless.

‘I don’t mind Alison. It’s not like she hasn’t seen me naked before’ he laughed, causing the make up artist to raise her eyebrows in surprise.

‘Oh, she has?’ she asked surprised, looking at you with her eyes full of questions. You shuck your shoulders in response, wondering where Cillian was going with this.

‘I am not sure where your mind was going Alison, but we had a scene together a few weeks ago’ Cillian laughed.

‘Oh right. Of course’ she giggled, her cheeks flushing. Little did she know that you’ve seen so much more than just his bare chest.

After the awkwardness was cleared, you sat down next to Cillian with a grin on your face while the make up artist applied your make up.

Just as the make-up artist finished the foundation on your face, she noticed the bruise on your neck.

‘Well, we have to cover this up too, turn your head to the left please’ she said, giggling, causing to Cillian to laugh.

‘Whoever gave this hickey to you, tell him to be gentler next time. It’s hard to cover up without staining the white blouse’ the make-up artist said, still giggling.

‘I will sure tell him’ you said firmly, looking over at Cillian.

‘I wonder if he will listen, eh’ Cillian said sheepishly putting on his Tommy accent, causing the make-up artist to laugh.

‘Yeah, I wonder’ you said.

It wasn’t long until Cillian’s make up and tattoos were finished and he left you to be with the make-up artist Alison.

‘See you on set Y/N’ he said with a smile just as he left.

‘He was in a good mood. He must be good to work with’ Allison said to you.

‘He is, I enjoy working with’ you said shyly.

‘I am sure you do’ Allison said with a little giggle. Little did you know that Cillian was carrying marks on his body which, in some way, were matching yours and she certainly had her suspicious.

Filming Continues

The scenes that day were uneventful and you got to spend an hour together with Cillian for lunch.

As much as he would have liked you to stay over that night and any other night for this matter of fact, it was impossible to do this without raising suspicions.

Therefore, over the course of another ten days, you only spent a few hours here and there together and, whilst you managed to be intimate with each other, time for it was limited.

You appreciated Cillian’s patience. After more than week, you still haven’t slept with each other and, ideally, you wanted the timing to be right. You didn’t want to simply stay an hour and then having to leave, but you thought about it. You thought about it a lot, every time you were intimate with each other.

Little did you know that the thoughts about him making love to you would heighten and intensify very soon and you would no longer be able to resist despite his willingness to wait.

Cillian and you were in his trailer on set getting ready for your next scene together which was the re-take of the intimate scene between Tommy Shelby and his love interest Yvette.

‘Did I tell you that Emma still thinks that I am sleeping with Finn’ you said quietly.

‘That explains everything’ Cillian laughed, knowing that Emma had been giving Finn some hints concerning you and what you like throughout the last couple of days and Finn asked Cillian if he knew what Emma was on about.

‘I know that Emma has been speaking to Finn’ you laughed.

‘She sure has been. You know, it will be difficult to keep this a secret for another three months Y/N, in particular since you live with Emma. And I really want to spend some more time with you’ Cillian said, just as he leaned in to give you a kiss.

‘I know Cilly, but how bad would it look if we were together on set?’ you asked as your lips drifted apart.

‘I agree. I was just making an observation and I love spending time with you, that’s all’ he said, cupping your face, just as you heard a knock on the trailer.

‘Ready in ten’ the set assistant said.

‘Are you ready to film this scene again?’ he asked, his hands on the sides of both your arms.

You nodded, shyly and nervously.

‘Good. You will be fine. Just relax, alright?’ Cillian said with reassurance before he gave you another kiss.

‘I will try’ you said shyly.

‘Just ignore the cameras and focus on us’ he said. You certainly felt more comfortable this time around. You were familiar with each other’s bodies and touch and you trusted him entirely.

You both walked to set together, each wearing a white robe. The director could tell that you were relaxed and felt reassured by your confidence this time around as he called in the set assistant.

The set was closed and only one set assistant was allowed in. She was quick to take both of your robes and allowed you and Cillian to get into position.

Cillian and you could barely keep a serious face while he climbed on top of you. The awkwardness was gone, but you still felt embarrassed in a different way. You worried that the director would notice the obvious attraction between you.

When the director called action, Cillian’s lips met yours, slowly and passionately. The kiss was not even an act, it was real and it looked real.

You looked into each other’s eyes as you pretended to make love. Of course, the scene was an act, your movements pretend, but the passion between you was real.

Your hands touched his skin comfortably and his lips trailed kisses down your neck, which was clearly not part of the script.

It wasn’t long until Cillian and you completed the scene and the set assistant handed you both a dressing gown.

It took no more than one take and the director got more than he had bargained for. A fair amount of unscripted material.

You stood up, covering yourself with the gown, but you observed that Cillian remained seated, covered by the bed sheets.

‘Are you alright?’ you whispered.

‘Yes, just needing a minute to think about something…uhm…not nice’ he whispered back with a slight laugh.

You giggled and walked over to the director to see whether he got everything that he needed.

‘We got it Y/N. It’s very good. You guys have great chemistry’ the director said proudly.

‘I am glad’ you said before excusing yourself.

Cillian left the set shortly after you. Obviously, he had calmed down.

‘Did this ever happen to you before?’ you giggled quietly as he followed you to the change rooms.

‘Most defiantly not and as much as I like working with you, I am glad that we do not have another scene like this soon’ Cillian said with a laugh.

Filming this scene with him sent shivers down your spine as well, in the most pleasurable way imaginable. You were prepared to go further. You wanted him, for real.

Unfortunately, for you, the following day, Cillian was flying to Dublin for the weekend as filming paused every so often. It was his mother’s birthday and, of course, he had to visit her.

You had scenes on to be filmed at night that day and knew that you wouldn’t get much time with him. Taking things further would need to wait until he comes back.

Just before he left for the airport, you went to see him.

‘I was thinking that I could stay over Sunday evening when you get back?’ you suggested.

‘I would love that. But what about Emma?’ he asked.

‘She’s going out with her sister to some kind of cabaret show. She is visiting from France and staying in a nearby hotel’ you said.

‘It’s date then’ Cillian said before kissing you gently. ‘I will miss you’ he added.

‘I will miss you too’ you said, kissing him again and before saying goodbye.

Making Preparations

You were determined that Sunday was the day and you decided that, on Saturday, you would spend the day shopping for something nice to wear and fill your script for the pill.

You never bothered with contraception because you weren’t in a relationship but, now that things were getting more serious with Cillian, you thought that it be timely to make some arrangements.

Finding some nice lingerie was easy. You went with black lace lingerie and matching hold up net stockings.

After spending an hour at the lingerie shop, you made your way to the pharmacy to fill your script.

There was some wait for filling scripts and, as it was finally your turn, the pharmacist asked you some intrusive questions.

He advised you that, since you have never taken this medication before, you would also need to use condoms for contraception for the first two weeks. Accordingly, the aisle with the condoms was your next stop before check out.

So much to choose from, you thought when you looked at all of the different boxes. Your face was flushing and you were somewhat embarrassed.

You eventually grabbed a box and made your way to the check out and, as if things couldn’t get any more embarrassing, you walked into Emma and her sister.

She greeted you and, of course, noticed what you were carrying in the small red pharmacy shopping basket. A packet of your prescription pill and a box of condoms.

You wanted to sink into the floor right then and there.

‘Looks like you are all set’ Emma laughed noticing the contents of your shopping basked and the lingerie shop bag that you were carrying.

‘I think this has officially become awkward’ you said before you introduced yourself to Emma’s sister.

‘It’s only awkward because you and Finn are both keeping it a secret’ she whispered so that her sister wouldn’t hear.

‘Em, it’s not Finn. I am not seeing Finn’ you said, causing her to ponder. If not Finn, who were you seeing?

Emma decided to let it go and drill you about it another time when you were alone together. It was inappropriate to discuss relations with other cast members when her sister was around.

Emma then asked whether you would like to join her and her sister for dinner late that evening and you agreed.

You met them at a local pub at 5.30pm and had a couple of pints of beer and something to eat.

The beers quickly made their way to your bladder and you excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

As you came back, Emma informed you that you had a missed call from Cillian.

‘Oh right, did you pick up?’ you asked shyly.

‘No, why would I pick up your phone?’ Emma asked laughing.

‘Hang on, Cillian as in Cillian Murphy?’ Emma’s sister asked, causing you to nod.

‘Why does he call you on the weekend?’ Emma asked.

‘I don’t know. I will call him back later’ you said, your face beginning to flush again.

Your flushed cheeks soon turned into bright red when Emma’s sister told you that she has a crush on Cillian. This is when the conversation became very awkward.

‘Perhaps Y/N can introduce you’ Emma said jokingly.

‘Oh god, I would probably faint’ her sister said, causing you to become rather quiet.

‘He’s good looking, but he’s also twice your age’ Emma said.

‘Age is just a number’ her sister responded sheepishly as you sat there quietly and uncomfortably just as a text message from Cillian popped up on your phone.

You grabbed your phone quickly before Emma had a chance to read the content of the message preview on your phone and texted back.

‘Text him that you met a nice French lady who you would like to introduce to him’ Emma said sheepishly.

‘Would you guys stop it’ you said somewhat embarrassed.

‘No need to be so offended, we are just joking’ Emma said. ‘It’s almost like you’ve got a crush on him yourself’ she giggled, causing your cheeks to flush again.

‘We are working together’ you said shyly before finishing up your beer.

‘And texting each other on your days off’ Emma said with a grin as she saw another text message pop up on your phone.

‘Yes, about work’ you said.

‘You are easy to tease Y/N. I am just mucking around. He’s twice your age. But then again, according to my sister, age is just a number so you could probably join the back of the queue of women on set who want to get their hand on Mr Murphy’ Emma said laughing.

‘There is a queue?’ you laughed.

‘Oh god yes, I can tell you of at least one other actress and four crew members who want a bit of Tommy Shelby’ Emma laughed.

‘Good to know’ you said, just as another text message popped up.

‘Or you could go straight to the front of the queue’ Emma laughed when she looked at your phone.

After a few more minutes, your food finally arrived and you changed the topic of the conversation.

The evening went fast and, overall, you had a good time with Emma and her sister.

Going all the way

After a good night’s sleep, Sunday had finally arrived and you spent the day reading and rehearsing your scripts, going to the gym and talking to your parents in France.

At 4pm you went to have bath and get ready to see Cillian. You put on some light make up, curled your hair and put on your lingerie.

On top of the lingerie, you wore a simple black cotton wrap dress which comes undone in an instant. Very practical you thought.

Just after Emma had left to meet her sister, you put on your sandal heels and sneaked out of your apartment with a small handbag.

You walked down the corridor towards Cillian’s apartment quietly as you were always very nervous that you could be seen by other crew or cast members.

After nocking on his door, you waited for a minute or two before he opened.

‘Hi’ you said shyly as Cillian let you inside.

‘You are early’ Cillian responded, greeting you with nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. He clearly just stepped out of the shower.

‘Yes, I sneaked out just after Emma left’ you explained before giving Cillian a passionate kiss and putting your small handbag onto the floor.

‘Smart move. Would you like some wine?’ he asked after your lips drifted apart, causing you to nod.

You got rid of your heels while Cillian poured each of you a glass of wine and complimented you on your outfit before excusing himself in order to put on some clothes.

‘Don’t’ you said as Cillian was walking towards the clothes cabinet.

‘Don’t what?’ he chuckled.

‘Don’t bother putting on some clothes’ you said, causing Cillian’s eyebrows to raise.

‘Alright? No clothes then’ he said with some curiosity and, in that moment, you unwrapped your black dress, letting it drop to the floor and revealing your black lace lingerie.

You had never worn anything like this for a man and, whilst you tried hard to look seductive, the expression on your face highlighted your shyness.

Cillian’s chin dropped as he saw you. He was lost for words and simply walked over to you and pressed his lips onto yours for a passionate kiss.

As he kissed you, he brought you against his hard body, his erection trapped between you, and not having looked, but being able to feel it, you gasped.

‘Oh wow, that didn’t take long’ you giggled. ‘I take it that you like what you are seeing Mr Murphy’ you smirked as you ran his hand over his hard cock.

‘I do’ he whispered before pressing his lips back onto his. He was surprised by his reaction on set and now, right here with you.

In his mind, he admitted that, over the past week or so he wanted nothing more than to sleep with you. But, being the gentleman he was, he would never have pressured you into it.

Little did he know that you came over to his place with an intention that night.

‘Cillian?’ you asked nervously as you reached for your bag after you broke the kiss.

‘Yes? Are you alright?’ he asked, noticing your nervousness as you roamed around in your small handbag.

You nodded and took hold of the box of condoms you bought yesterday and handed it to him.

Cillian’s eyes widened as you placed the box into his hands.

‘You know there is no rush with this. I am happy to wait Y/N’ he said reassuringly.

‘I know. But I want you to sleep with me Cillian, please’ you said, causing Cillian to take a deep breath.

‘Are you sure?’ he asked again.

‘I am sure’ you said before pressing your lips onto his again.

In that moment, Cillian picked you up, lifting your feet of the floor and carrying you through the door to his bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind him with his heel, all while his lips never left yours.

You smiled at him tenderly, nuzzling his chin as you crossed the room.

He laid you down on the bed, being exceedingly careful with you in doing so. It's the care he takes with you that made you feel sure about your decision to take this next step.

You cupped Cillian's cheek as he worked his hands over the back of your bra, unclipping it and taking it off.

While kissing you passionately, your lace panties followed soon after. Both pieces of lingerie soon ended up far on the other side of the room.

‘God you are beautiful’ he whispered as he pulled away his towel, leaving you both bare in front of each other.

Him looking at you like you are the only woman in the world was heady and made you tremble a bit as you scooted into the centre of the mattress. Your cheeks betrayed your feelings, turning pink while you watched him climb right next to you.

His fingertips ran over the skin of your stomach, giving rise to goosebumps. They travelled up and onto your ribs to cup one of your breasts and push it up making it look fuller than it was.

Cillian leaned down and took that nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the rosy peak. It was a slow process and the entire time you felt movement, the air was filled with your breathy groan. You leaned in his direction, so he didn’t have to go as far as he continued to bat the bud of your breast with his tongue.

‘You drive me crazy, you know that?’ Cillian said when he finally stops teasing you.

‘I want you so badly Cillian. Please’ you moaned as he pulled you closer, his cock pressing into your belly.

‘Slow, Y/N. Trust me. You need to take it slow’ he said, knowing that, if he was to proceed directly to the main event, he would hurt you quite a fair bit. Whilst he didn’t expect to have to do any of this again at his age, he was experienced enough to understand how this may play out.

Just as you were sharing another kiss, you put your hand on his bare hip. Though you've wanted this moment, you suddenly were not feeling bold enough to go straight to where you would be sure he wanted your hand to be.

Your blunted nail ran over the protrusion of his hip bone, and Cillian shuddered in response, biting down gently on your shoulder while he trailed kisses down your neck.

At the same time, you trailed your touch over his stomach and up to his chest while his mouth wandered back to your breasts.

The way his lips worked over your chest created a want in you—a want to feel the member that's pulsing against your abdomen and your hand immediately sought it out.

You were light in your touch at first, your fingertips grazing over the veins and ridges of his shaft, as you cherished the noises he made.

He felt warm and his tip was moist from the precum that had already pooled there.

You loved stroking him and, at the same time, every kiss, nip and suck from him on your breasts began to pool in between your legs.

It wasn’t long until Cillian rolled you onto your back making you squeal and giggle breathlessly at the surge of strength. You liked knowing that he can throw you around like this.

In this position, Cillian soon got in between your legs, and you could see the head of his cock near your mound...and then he moved and the tip of him touched your clit making you whimper. His cock barely brushed you and you were so ready just from that small touch.

You ran your hands through his hair and pulled gently at the strands, trying to silently beckon him inside you.

‘Y/N, slow down’ Cillian chuckled before kissing you again gently.

His lips trailed down your neck again and back to your chest, lavishing your breasts with attention. Each nipple is worshiped separately making you mewl and pant.

He was clearly teasing you and you were getting wetter and wetter by the second.

Then both your nipples are left to the cold air. He's moved lower to your stomach, his slight stubble tickling your sensitive skin, and as soon as he realised it made you squirm, he purposefully ran his chin along your abdomen, moving lower still.

Within seconds, his slippery tongue touched your clit and you moaned loudly, trying to scramble back across the bed. It felt almost too good, too intense, just like the last time when he made you come with his tongue and fingers.

Cillian grumbled and pulled you back by your hips. He laid a heavy arm over your stomach to hold you still and lowered his head once more to lick your most private area.

Your eyelids fluttered closed as you could feel his lips suck and pull gently at your folds.

The alternation of a gentle pointed tongue and a broad hard stroke was driving you wild. Your hands gripped the deep navy bedspread, pulling at the fabric to find some outlet for the wave of sensations you was being saddled with.

‘Cillian, fuck…Please you need to stop. I want to cum with you inside of me’ you moaned. You knew that you were going to come soon if he kept this up.

But, there was no need to tell him, he knew by the sound of your moans and the rest of your body language that you were close.

His tongue movements soon slowed down and he lifted his head.

‘You are so inpatient, you know that’ he grinned as he moved up to give you a kiss.

You could taste your juices on his lips as your tongues danced in sync with each other.

Just as your lips drifted apart, he lifted himself up onto his knees and reached for the pack of condoms which he had earlier placed on the bedside table.

You bit your lip in anticipation and watched him put the condom on his hard cock. It must have been one of the sexiest things you’ve ever seen.

Just as he leaned down again and positioned himself in between your legs, you took in a deep breath.

‘Are you sure this is what you want?’ he asked as his deep blue eyes looked into yours.

‘Yes, I am sure’ you smiled and, just like this, you could feel the head of his cock against your entrance.

‘Tell me if I hurt you and I will stop, alright?’ Cillian said reassuringly as he began to enter you with his thick cock.

You could feel yourself being stretched by him, slowly, inch by inch and it did hurt, a lot.

‘Oh god, stop, don’t move’ you said as you adjusted to his size and he obliged to your request, holding still with half of his cock buried inside of you.

‘Are you alright?’ he asked concerned and you nodded, pressing against him a little to indicate to him to keep going.

You held your breath as a further inch or two of his length entered you.

He held still for another moment before he pushed more of his length inside of you carefully.

Holding still he looked for cues on your face to see whether you are still in pain.

When you gave him a nod, he knew he could keep going. And just like this, Cillian smiled at you softly and lowered his head.

‘I am sorry’ he said quietly and gently.

‘Don’t be’ you said just as you pressed your lips onto his.

Your lips moved in tandem, the faint taste of yourself still in his mouth as your tongues mingled, and, before you knew it, his hips hit the back of your legs. He was fully inside of you and that feeling you had of being empty is gone along with the pain.

You had adjusted to his size and began to relax. Your body was no longer tense and feeling him like this felt incredibly good.

You squeezed your muscles round him testing how you felt and he inhaled sharply in response.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he moaned at the sensation.

‘What?’ you giggled.

‘You are just very tight’ he responded.

‘I thought that’s a good thing?’ you said.

‘It is. It’s nice and you feel incredible’ he said as his head dropped to your shoulder and you cupped the back of his head, kissing his temple.

Feeling your body being totally relaxed, Cillian knew that he could start moving inside of you now.

He started as a gentle lover, withdrawing from you leaving you trying to chase after him with your hips. Then dipping back inside of you, causing you to moan loudly every time he renters you.

His thrusts soon became firmer and steadier and your body soon went into overdrive.

You felt the need to move so you writhe beneath Cillian’s hard body, your hands roaming as his pace quickens.

His teeth grazed your neck and your body was covered in goosebumps as he closed them and sucked at your skin. There's nothing you can do but to grasp at him, your freshly manicured nails digging into his shoulders as his thrusts come hard and fast.

There are wet noises coming from you as your bodies join, reminding you of his tongue on you minutes before. You wished you could feel both at the same time, his cock and his tongue, and the idea fuels the desire in you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping Cillian from pulling out of you too much because you hate how you feel when he does.

Cillian has let go of his worry that he might hurt you, at least for the time being. He pounded you with reckless abandon, grunting and groaning into your neck. Your eyes squeezed shut as you listen to him, letting his excitement carry you to your orgasm. There's something about the guttural nature of his noises that turned you on enough that when he shifted and his pubic bone brushed your clit, it sent you over the edge with a scream of pleasure.

‘Yes, yes, yes, yes’ you shrieked repeating the word every time he hit deep within you. Your walls closed in around him, trying to usher him to his own orgasm.

‘Fuck, Y/N’ he hissed, his steady thrusts hitting harder than ever, making you squeal.

With a loud shout Cillian entered you one last time and stills. You could feel his cock twitch as he released his seed. His chest heaved with every breath as he collapsed on top of you, unceremoniously sliding from you as he did.

‘Fuck, this was nice’ you said, causing Cillian to chuckle.

‘It was, very nice’ he laughed just as he reached down to take off the condom and dispose of it discreetly.

‘Are you feeling alright?’ Cillian asked as he returned from the bathroom.

‘Yes, more than alright. In fact, what do you think about round two?’ you asked.

‘It would be my pleasure’ Cillian smiled before kissing you gently, his hands roaming over your body once again.

‘I think we will need lots of coffee on set tomorrow’ you giggled.

‘Yes, I would say so if you make me keep going all night’ Cillian chuckled.

‘Oh I will make you keep going all night Mr Murphy’ you said with determination.

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