i just love this song and i think it's perfect for allison

What happened last night? ~ theo Reaken

Theo Raeken x Reader 


Request - can you a Theo one where reader wakes up in his bed after a pack party with no memory and sore with bruises (attacked or raped if you will write that) she thinks Theo hurt her as her memory slowly comes back in stages ty in advanced = anonymous 

Warnings - DON’T NOT READ IF EASY OFFENDED -  Strong language, talk of sex and mention of rape, drugs and alcohol,

PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE WARNING!!!

A/N - this is the first time ive done wrote anything like this. story is set in past and present this is set between the night before (flashback) and present time (real time) 

STORY -
**real time **
You wake keeping your eyes closed, your head was sore. As you start stretch out your body throbs in pain. your hand hits a wall that should be a velvet headboard. Confused you Open your eyes but don’t recognize the room it had no window and pipes across one wall. It felt like a was a basement. the room was dark with a small light and a strong earthly smell. Sitting up letting your eyes adjust to the dim orange light, lifting your arms they had big bruising around them. “where the fuck am I? what the hell happened last night? ” (y/n) thinks to herself.


Getting out of bed realising you was wearing an unrecognisable large short sleeved tee-shirt and nothing else. Where is my underwear? Comes to mind as you start looking around the room. It was empty except for a bed a set of chest of draws and the was a chair next the bed with a pair of sweatpants a note ‘wear me’ a bottle of water again a sticky note 'drink me’. You took the bottle opening downing half in one go. You grabbed the pants sliding them up your legs, the top of your thighs was also coated in small round bruises. As you muscles move the pain shots though your legs to your stomach making you whimper low.
Sitting on the edge of the bed now clothed you cover your face with hands. Feeling swelling to the sides of your face and a graze on your cheekbone.  looking up when the door opened panicked, There was Theo Raeken stood looking at you with his signature smirk. “where I’m? I how did I get here?” you asked voice still broken. His smirk dropped “you don’t remember” you  frowned thinking last night was Lydia’s party. 


**flashback**
“it’s the party of the year” Lydia said as she handed you and the pack invites to her end of school forever party.
You didn’t really like party’s but had promised everyone you would go.  (y/n) goes to Allison’s “(y/n) I have found the perfect dress for you” she shrieked as you entered her bedroom. “really I don’t think it’s quite me” I asked looking, at the little black dress.
“you have a date you can’t go on your shorts and baby tee” she said back handing me the dress to try on. She cooed about it looking amazing on you.
I got to the party and I saw my date waiting for me, Jackson Whitmore was smirking holding out his arm for me to take “(y/n) you look amazing I don’t think I have ever seen you in a dress before” he whispered in my ear making me feel special as we walked in together.

 
**real time**
Theo was stood there waiting for me to speak looking guilty, I couldn’t help but think was he the one who gave me the bruises. “I hope the clothes are okay for you” he said braking the silence “where the hell is my dress?” I ask looking at him. Theo doesn’t look at me he keeps his head down “it was ripped and torn and bloody I put it in the bin when I gave you that to wear” he said low pointing at the grey tee-shirt I had woken in, finally looking me in the eyes. My mouth was sore as I swallowed like it was raw from shouting. I didn’t want to think about why my dress was ripped and why Theo looked sad. ’ Did we have sex? is that why I’m sore and bruised I thought and had forgotten. Why couldn’t I remember the night. It wasn’t like I had drank a lot 2 I think maybe 3.

 
**flashback **
Jackson had gone to get you both a drink he came back minuets later with a bottle of larger and glass of something pink and fizzy. while drinking Jackson whispered sweet think in your ears. “I cant believe you came to this with me, I’m the luckiest guy here to be with you y/n, I wish I could kiss you,” his words made you smile more and more. when you finished your drink you went to dance dragging Jackson with you. he held you close his hand tightly on your waist, your hands went around his neck as you both swayed to the slow song playing. he lowered his head gently kissing your lips then rested his head against your forehead. when the song finishes Jackson kissed you again this time more passionate then the chaste kiss you shared while dancing. you pull back after a couple of seconds smiling up at him biting your lip. Jackson leaves to get another drink you saw him talking to Danny so you went to your friends.


“y/n you came” Scott called as you hugged Allison. “yes McCall I came Lydia would have killed me if I hadn’t.” you reply. “do you have a drink?” he asked looking at my empty hands, “no Jackson was getting us one but he’s still chatting with Danny” you tell the alpha. Scott leave to get you all some. “I saw you kissing Jackson” Allison squealed with a childish grin. you blush thinking did the captain of the lacrosse team really into you. Scott comes back with 3 plastic cups, Allison takes the first one as you go to take the next one he stops saying “that’s mine this one, this is a special one made just for you” his devilish smirk makes you laugh it was the same drink Jackson had given you early this time it teased different. nicer like it was made with less alcohol. another 40 minuets or so later you was feeling drunk not fall over drunk but merry happy want to love everyone and dance drunk. Both Jackson and Scott wanting to dance with you.
Jackson was kissing you again when you heard a load “awww” behind you. it was Lydia smiling at you both Jackson left so you could talk with your friend. “omg since when have you been a thing?” she shouted excited pointing at me and the back of Jackson. you didn’t answer still not knowing if you had a thing with Jackson he hadn’t looked at you before really unless you count him asking you to the party as his date. “well its better then y/n pinning over Theo” Kira said Allison and Lydia both gave her a death glare. “What it’s true have you seen the way she looks at him?” Kira defended. 


But it was true you had a crush on the school bad-boy but was to scared to talk to him the whole pack hated him but I couldn’t help the butterflies I got when he was around. “well ill never get him so its time to move on” I say finishing my drink.



**real time **
 I had followed Theo out the room into another still feeling scared. this room looked a little cosier,  but still had thick pipes along a wall and no windows. Making me think I wasn’t in a basement but underground possibly.
The new room had a couch and a chair, a large rug and a television on a large cabinet. They looked like the had been down here for years the rug was dirty yet the couch looked clean. When I sat down I could smell something citrus like he’d only just sprayed it with air freshener. I watched him go to the cabinet under the TV. The was 100s of DVD init. He took one of (y/f/m) and put it on. He looked at me with a sympathy smile “are you okay” he asks. 


“where are we Theo?” I asked anger lined your voice. He sighed and sat next to me I shifted away from him closer to the end of the couch. “I lived here when I was living with the dread doctors it was the safest most secluded place I could think of.” the chimera said. I felt scared again. I was in the underground tunnels no one would find me here I thought. My imagination going crazy, was Theo going to kill me down here? Was I going to be the next experiment? all the feelings I had ever had for the blond boy had gone butterflies replaced by sickly worry and fear.  

I looked the door thinking how far could I get before he caught me. I knew the reality in my hurt aching state I wouldn’t make the door. “your scared of me?” this was a statement not a question. “wouldn’t you be scared! waking in a bed with no memory of the night before.” a rush of anger crushed me “I wake up in your bed my dress is ripped I’m black and blue what the fuck did you do to me Raeken?" 


Theo looked mortified. He want to step towards me you I panicked running to the door. Theo was in front of it quicker then me. "y/n what! Why, why do you think I did this?” He said he’s sad at first before breaking out into to that smirk of his “who do you think I am?”
“your Theo Raeken the evil Chimera this is something you would do isn’t it” was all you said back with an accusing look. “What madness is it, to be expecting evil before it comes y/n?” Theo said, looking at him confused he rolls his eyes “I didn’t hurt you, I found you like… That” he said hardly looking at the marks on your “bringing you here.” he finished with sigh “if that’s true, where did you find me? ” I asked thinking I didn’t see him at the party. “ you called me ” he answered. 


**flashback**
Starting your 3rd drink you started to feel dizzy don’t drunk dizzy but something isn’t right dizzy. Thinking fresh air is best out begin to walk to the door. Scott see you leave and walks over “y/n what’s wrong?are you okay” he asks putting his arms around you. “I’m great I’m floating” you laugh giddy but quickly your head felt worse your legs not working the way you wanted them too.

 
“Scott gave you his jacket to keep you warm it was ice outside with a chilling wind. Everything was a blur, you struggled to focus on Scott face your body swayed trying to keep your self up right. Your mind starting to panic, this isn’t right I don’t feel drunk more drugged Scott’s voice was a mass of noise nothing understandable to you. Blinking at him a few times still not being able to see you try to tell Scott something was in one of your drinks but nothing comes out panic sets in as Scott holds you. 


You nearly fall backwards when Scott’s lips come crashing onto yours roughly kissing you his hand on you back was the only thing keeping you up right. For a brief for seconds you kiss him then realize it’s wrong. Scott had had a girlfriend you was here with Jackson but was in love with someone else. You pushed Scott away saying you can’t what about Allison Scott shrugs his shoulders going to kiss you again but you slap him. Running away from Lydia’s house "y/n! I’m sorry y/n! Don’t” Scott was shouting behind you but you ran far until his voice faded to nothing.

Crying over what you had done to your closest friend and the effects of the drugs in your drink, you started stumbling, falling into a trees bouncing off them like a pin ball. intoxicated you didn’t feel the pain, You stopped at the road walking in slow messy zigzags, your hands fumble into Scott’s coat finding a mobile. 


The lock screen was Scott and Allison sending you into a crying mess again this time it wasn’t just because of the betrayal but your heart was pinning someone would never believed you could never have. SMAA was his phone code, you scroll down to the T section in his phone looking for a taxi number.
The phone rang 4 times before a gruff sleepy voice answered. “can I have a taxi toooooo” you the the Oh sound looking for the name of the road you was on. “this isn’t a taxi service it’s Theo” your heart froze “Theo” you slurred “y/n is that you? Why do you have Scott’s phone?” He asked sounding more awake. “Scott’s a jerk and I guess I robbed his phone” you shouted giddy talking to Theo. “you know your gorgeous” you tell him not caring if you was making a fool of yourself. He answered with a questioning “oh yeah?” you continue to tell him you think he’s sexy and hot and you have a crush on him. 


“are you drunk y/n” he asked laughing. You was still swaying in and out of the road. Your head throbbing reminding  you of the earlier worries of being drugged.



**real time**
I looked at Theo walking towards the couch. He had gone and gotten warm water and some wash clothes. He looked at me with a kind smile holding up the damp cloth. Without speaking I knew he was asking to clean my cuts. I hiss as the cloth touches the grazes across my shoulder. Trying to take my mind ignoring the stinging I make small talk with Theo “how long have I been here?” “3 hours ” he said back. Gently brushing the cloth across your neck nit taking his eyes from your. 


“your starting to remember?” you couldn’t tell if it was a statement or question. But Theo has heard your heart beat jump the send or fear and hate pour off you, the long moments you closed your eyes.
“slowly, stages not everything.” you say back. Not sure anymore if you wanted to remember. “do you remember me finding you?” his asked hopefully. You shook your head no. He looked down “I vaguely remember calling you I had Scott’s jacket on. I wanted a taxi I think” you say griping to the fragments you had. Theo smirked and gave a little chuckle, “you said some really nice things about me.” you face flushed pink going a deeper red the more he looked at you. “do you remember who was there you walked off with someone else” he told you what he heard from your drunken call. 


“we was talking you sounded really drunk. You was talking to someone else I heard you say hello, I didn’t hear who it was just muffled talking before the phone fell and a few seconds later you screaming”. You listened to him getting more memories back. Theo didn’t want to say the words he need you to remember. 



**flashback**
Your vision was bad, a mix of fussy shapes and blurry colours, you could see a tall figure the dark haired boy still unrecognisable. Your body felt numb and uncoordinated. You felt arms steady you out “come on I’ll help you out doll face I can make you feel good! ” he whispered. After a few steps into the woods you say “I need to go my taxi is coming.” finally realising this wasn’t where you wanted to be. At some point the phone had slipped out of your hand. Your focus and awareness at its worst. You was near the road closing your eyes for what felt like a second reopening them you couldn’t work out where you was or see the road anymore. You tried to stop and turn back but the person who had you was too strong.

 Screaming loudly your voice echoes through the trees. A hand hits your face, the stinging you can feel the heat in your cheeks as tears fill your eyes. “s.. Stop please” you struggle to speak. He grabbed your jaw squeezing as hard as he could turning your head to face the side. You felt his mouth roughly kiss and bite your neck. You try to push the attacker off but your body refused to move. His weight had vanished from you you tried to look at him but your eye lids too heavy to keep open. Unaware you slid down the tree almost falling into a drugged sleep “stay with me a little longer” a unclear voice called along with sounds of a belt undoing. Everything that happened next was like flashes and short clips


You felt his body close to you again this time his hands ran up your thighs brushing over your underwear. Next, You hear a loud rip,then hear a second one as you feel your underwear fall. Then trying to move to run away, you fall to the ground. Starting to crawl away you hear a laugh as he flips you into your back.
You felt his hands inside you as you screamed out for him to stop or for help. You don’t really remember what exactly happened only the feelings of pain or the odd words. You felt him inside you the pain from how rough he was going, the grip he had around your arms. You didn’t remember how or when but he had flipped you onto your front. you remember him pushing you face into the ground the tease of soil in your mouth. The feeling in the pit of your stomach making you want to vomit as he was pushing himself in and out of you violently.


Each clip of memory was less clearer then the last more blurred, but the feeling and the pain the tears strong and vivid. Although with the last thing you remember before passing out completely. His breath against your neck and voice in your ear “I hope you enjoyed that as much as me doll face”. 


Theo pov
Y/n had called she was drunk and called me by mistake but it was nice to talk to someone who didn’t see me as evil. I heard a voice but couldn’t work out who it was. All I could tell was a male voice telling y/n to go with him. I screamed for her not too but she didn’t have the phone to her ear . I got dressed when I heard her trying to leave the unknown man, Then was a screaming it was y/n. I got in my car driving towards Lydia’s if she was on foot she couldn’t be far. I tried calling Scott’s phone back hearing it ringing in the distance running to it. I found the phone on the floor and called her, finally I could the smell of blood.
Following the sent I found her. Her hair was messy, face swollen, dirty and cut. Her dress ripped hardly covering her beaten body. I took my jacket wrapping her in it. I could sense someone else around the woods, I picked her up taking her to the tunnels to a place I felt safe.

The only girl who felt anything for me or I felt anything for, was broken and beaten in the light I could truly how much. Something inside me broke, I got a clean shirt putting it on her, getting clothes and water for when she woke up.


**real time**
You cried as Theo hugged you. You had told him everything you had remembered. “I don’t know who it was I don’t remember his face” you said to him. “I promise I’ll find him y/n” he answered full of hate, his arms tighten and for the first time since you woke in Theo’s bed you relaxed. It was nearly 6am and Theo asked of you was ready to go to the Sheriff. You nod asking if he had a bathroom you could wash up in. Really you wanted a mirror to she how bad you really looked. In the past couple of hours, Theo you look at you with explainable looks, a mix of sadness and cringing. He showed you a small room turning a light on, saying the water was cold but you didn’t care.

Once he closed the door you ran to the mirror. The was a large bruise across your cheek bone with a deep cut. Two big bite marks on your neck. You shudder at the thought of him doing it. The cuts and grazes on both your shoulders and hand print bruises on your arms. The sight made you sick running to the toilet you vomited causing the pain deep in your stomach. Theo ran in holding your hair back and your hand, you notice his vain go black instantly you feel the pain fade.

** few days later in school **
Theo had stayed with you the rest of the weekend. He went with you to sheriff Stilinski and waited for the who interview and then took you to Melissa so she could do a hospital rape kit. Waiting outside until your finished just like he had at the station.
Theo tried to talk you into taking the time off school but you wouldn’t listen to him. “everyone at that party goes to our school” you say to him “and so is the wanker who did this to me” you get dressed wearing a zip up hoodie to hide your bruised body. Theo stayed with you sat next to you in classes even of he didn’t have that class. He even waited outside the toilet for you.
“have you seen her face, I know Theo has a reputation but I didn’t think he was like that” a girl from your maths class was talking with some other girls, claiming Theo was responsible for hurting you. “Theo didn’t hurt me if you keep spreading lies you’ll regret it” you said putting them straight. Outside Theo smiled he’d heard everything you’d said to the girls. You walked over to Scott to give him his phone back. Theo had doubts about Scott as you was last talking to him before the attack.

“hi y/n” he said with a smile then frowned when he saw you with Theo. “What happened to you? ” he asks when he see’s the blackened marks and cut on your cheek “nothing I’m fine! here’s you phone” you coldly handing it over feeling nervous. He was to reach a hand out to you but you stepped back a little. Scott looked down at his feet “look I’m sorry about trying to kiss I don’t know why I did it” he confesses. You give him a soft smile before walking away with Theo.
“it’s not him” Theo says holding your hand calming your anxiety that was building. You looked up at him waiting for more “his heartbeat didn’t change he wasn’t the voice on the phone too his breathing is different” Theo explained.
Lydia and Allison saw you in the library. Came over “so are you dating Theo coz it really looks like? hes hardly felt you all day?” Lydia asked. 

It was true in the past few days he always held your hand or had his arm around you. It was like you had become a couple without ether of you actually saying or asking. You looked at her shrugging you shoulders as you all walked and talked to your next class “I don’t know he’s just been there for me since.. ” you didn’t finish. Lydia knew what had happened because of stiles who found out from his dad. Soon the whole school would know now Noah started the in school interviews. He’d already spoke with a few of the boys in your year already
“didn’t you have a good time with me?” spinning your head to the new voice. Jackson was stood with his mate Danny. “What are you talking about” Lydia asked for you. He looked at you again with a smile “y/n she left the party early, what didn’t you have a good time with me doll face” you froze at his works “doll face” played in your mind the same name you remember from that night. 

You slowly walk backwards when you see something out the corner of your eye.
It was Theo he ran at Jackson pushed him to the floor. “What the hell” Jackson shouted “it was you who attacked y/n” he roared back. Jackson just laughed “I wouldn’t call it an attack more a good time” everyone gasped at his confession and lack of remorse, the comments around the class room from shocked classmates.

Theo punched him Jackson hit the floor Theo sitting on his chest punching Jackson repeatedly. Holding his head and hitting again “you think your funny drugging girls” he hit Jackson again “dragging them into the woods and raping them” again another powerful punch. You scream to stiles to go get his dad, you see the short haired boy leave as you try to stop Theo. The class was now around them trying to pull Theo off. 

Jackson stood up his face covered in blood. He looked at you with an explainable look it was like a smirk but also a glare like it’s not over, everyone’s reaction the class all looked at him with disgust or a saddened look at you. Theo saw him glaring at you “don’t you even look at her” Theo shouted as he lunged at Jackson but Scott grabbed him as stiles’s dad ran in grabbing Jackson putting him in handcuffs.

Theo looked you was shaking and crying he hugged you pulling you close to his chest. “shhh it’s okay y/n he can’t hurt you” his voice was kind and sweet. You felt his hand on your back rubbing small cycles to calm you “I’ll never let anything happen to you again, never let anyone hurt you. I love you y/n” he whispered. You tighten you hug happy at his words Theo walks you out the room and the both of you go with Parrish to give your statements.
When you had finished Theo held your hand taking you home. You relaxed breathing a sigh of relief knowing who had hurt you and he would never do it again.

Two Heartbeats - Part 1 (Scott x Reader)

Scott and Y/n finally hook up at a party after months of crushing on each other. What starts as messing around quickly becomes something more serious, they don’t tell the rest of the pack worried that it might change things with them. However, when y/n starts acting strangely, the only people Scott can turn to are his pack.

Characters/Pairings: Scott x Reader, Stiles, Lydia, Allison, Isaac.

Warnings: Kissing, underage drinking.

Word Count: 1533

Notes: So this is one of 2 TW multi-part fics, I’ve been working on. This one is more about relationships and will be shorter. The other will have more of the supernatural and will be a lot longer - I’ll have the blurb up soon!

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‘Scott, I think we should tell them.’ He stopped kissing my neck suddenly and looked up at me.

‘Y/n, are we really discussing this now?’ He raised his eyebrows at me. Despite our cosy position lying together on my bed, my mind was elsewhere.

‘Sorry but I can’t get it off my mind. We’ve been so close to getting caught now.’ I started to sit up, leaning back on to my pillows, Scott soon did the same.

‘I know but I don’t want the pack to change how they are around us. We got together really quick and I think it’ll weird them out.’

‘I think they’ll be fine with it, they’ve probably figured it out already. We used to be nervous wrecks around each other.’ I raised my eyebrows at him. He squeezed my hand.

‘I suppose things did change after the first time.’

‘Do you remember that night we got together?’ I choked back a giggle, Scott smirked at me. I could feel my cheeks going rosy.

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pirate renison

the fourth of my tfc net bullet fics! I’m gonna make a doc w all of them soon and just keep adding to it over time.

tw violence, murder, and death

  • Allison Jamaica Reynolds is the daughter of some fancy ass noble family and she was betrothed to Seth Gordon
  • He died the week before and it was ruled as a suicide
  • Allison and Seth had had a very “pulling pigtails” kind of relationship, but at the end of the day they’d loved each other and Allison was glad to be leaving the restriction of her parents for a man who gave literally zero shits how much of a troublemaker she wanted to be as long as she didn’t fault him for being a giant asshole
  • And then he died
  • He lived across the ocean, so she has to board a ship to make it to his funeral
  • The ship has to cross pirate-infested waters to get there though, and even if there’s a bunch of guards accompanying her it’s still a huge fucking concern okay
  • Allison brings a sword, one she’d learned how to use in all the time she’d spent in Seth’s kingdom. He’d been more than happy to fight her until he started losing, then she’d had to search out other tutors. It wasn’t ladylike, but that was the point wasn’t it?
  • They’re almost out of the danger zone when it happens, spears with ropes attached get launched at their ship and pull them closer to The Foxhole. The ship is painted such a bright orange that it’s practically glowing, but with its arsenal it doesn’t need to hide
  • They force the crew and passengers of Allison’s ship onto theirs, and one particularly stupid man asks to see the Captain Daniel Wilds he’d heard about.
  • “Who the fuck is Daniel?” Is his response when a brown skinned woman walks out before them, gold and jewels wrapped around every part of her
  • Captain Dan Wilds tells them to make a choice, best her in a fight or walk the plank
  • Or just last longer than thirty seconds, she allows when the men look hesitant to step forwards
  • None of them win, Allison watches them all walk into the unforgiving sea, pushed on by the laughter of the pirates around them until all that’s left is her
  • She lasts thirty-four seconds before Dan’s sword is at her throat and her own is lying on the floor, but she still lasted longer than thirty
  • Dan extends a hand covered in rings and offers her a place on her crew
  • Allison grins awfully and takes it. It’s a better tribute to Seth than a stuffy funeral was ever going to be.
  • Dan is the best teacher Allison has ever had. She’s perfected her own style of fighting and she’s done it in heels and heavy jewelry and she’s a fucking icon. She shows Allison the ropes of how to work the ship and although most of the crew mocks her for her background she takes to it like a fish in water.
  • Dan’s first mate dies while fighting another pirate and Allison steps up to the plate
  • They apprehend another ship, one full of soldiers, and give them the same deal they gave Allison’s
  • Matthew Donovan Boyd says upfront, “I know I can’t beat you, but I can cook?”
  • No one else on their ship can, so they take him
  • Matt cooks for them and (for the most part) cleans up after them bc “I know you’re fucking pirates but goddamn have some standards”
  • He thinks his Nana would weep in joy when she learns he finally snapped and started cleaning
  • Fucking pirates man
  • He courts Dan with chocolate cakes for his “favorite captain” and classified military intel
  • Dan gets angry, thinking that he’s after her as some kind of woman he can tie down, but Matt surprises her when he admits that honestly he just wants to cuddle and cheer her on because she’s the fucking powerful it makes him want to cry in awe and amazement
  • A pure and wholesome boy

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anonymous asked:

Hey, I was just wondering if you know of any Sterek fics where Stiles is really good at something/ is famous for something but hides it from the pack from whatever reason. Cue the pack finding out and stuff ensues. I know it's a bit specific but I'd really appreciate some recommendations. Thank you! :DDD

I found a few. Hope that you like them 🙈

I Must Be Dreaming

Summary: “I loved your song!,” Allison Argent announces loudly, coming to hug Scott.

Stiles sees in slow-motion what happens next. His best friend focus entirely on her - it doesn’t take much to figure out everyone else is fading away in Scott’s mind and Allison is everything he can think of.

“Thank you,” he tells her.

Oh no. Stiles has a bad feeling about this.

“It was very hard for me to choose the right song to send.”

Oh no.

[OR the AU where Derek is a famous singer that’s looking for a new talent. Enter Stiles, who sends the perfect song to the contest. It’s a shame that everyone seems to think Scott is the genius behind the song. Everyone, including Derek.]

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Paint It Black

Summary: Derek had never seen Stiles so angry. His face was flushed, his hands were waving widely in all different directions, and the sketchbook had been unceremoniously dropped onto the bedroom floor.

Derek’s eyes were still drawn to the piece Stiles had drawn of a single wolf, surrounded by bent and broken branches. It was gazing up at him from the floor, almost demanding his attention.

Derek had always known there was something about Stiles; that he had something about him that the others just didn’t have. But an artist? No, he would never have guessed that ….

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soft keys & heavy hearts

Summary: Stiles has a secret talent, Isaac is adorable, Derek has feelings, and Lydia knows everything.

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Performance of a Lifetime

Summary: Stiles Stilinski is exactly the kind of talentless actor that Derek Hale, an award-winning entertainment reporter, holds in contempt. An interview with Stilinski, however, reveals hidden depths.

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Outlet

Summary: Even before the nightmares he had an outlet.

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Whiskey Lullaby

Paring: Dean x Reader

Summary: For never was a story of more woe, than this of Y/N and her Dean…

Word Count: 2k-ish

Warnings: AU, Angst, Mentions of Character Deaths, Mentions of Suicide (not explicit, but it’s there), JUST A LOT OF ANGST.

Author’s Note: Hey my beauties. So this is my entry for @impalaimagining‘s Dean’s Birthday Challenge. I got the song “Whiskey Lullaby” by Brad Paisley and Allison Krauss. It’s AU, but I got the idea and well..yeah. This song killed me and writing it also killed me. I cried. So, I hope you all don’t hate me after reading this. And…yeah…I’m sorry. *hides face*



I watched her walk away, the sound of her footsteps fading with each passing second. I couldn’t even find the strength to go after her. Not after her words. They had struck hard and good, right here, in my chest, straight into my heart.

I felt it shatter, the moment those words left her lips, the whole damn world stopped on its axis. The sound of my breaking heart loud in my ears, almost deafening. I stood there, mind numb, tears filling my eyes, my bottom lip quivering with her hurtful words.

“It’s over. I don’t love you, Dean. I never did.”

My life was over. I knew it. There was no going back after this. There was no going back from Y/N L/N. Life, as I knew it, was over. There was nothing left for me in this world. Nothing at all.


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Dan and Matt Boyd-Wilds.

I just have all the feels for these two. All of them. Like, Andreil for life, but Dan and Matt are both so precious and deserve each other

  • When they get Married, Matt wants to hyphen their names. He never wants Dan to feel like she has to give up anything, and if she wanted, He’d take her last name.
    • This is confusing in ExyWorld at first, because two Boyd-Wilds, but then Matt shuts that shit down because you best not be calling his wife “Mrs. Boyd-Wilds” instead of “Coach Boyd-Wilds”. Respect, bitch.
  • They’re both so busy with college and Exy, and then jobs and Exy! That most nights, date night is takeout and a movie.
    • Disney movies are their favorite. Matt loves them more than Dan, but Dan loves how much Matt loves them.
  • Matt has this complete internal monologue (complete with starry kawaii eyes) every time Dan does anything.
    • “This woman. I love her so much. How did I get a woman like this. She is so out of my league. I am the luckiest man alive. Fortune shines down upon the kingdom of my life and has blessed me in love with this Woman. There is no one else as perfect as this goddess.”
    • also, “SHIT! She is so out of my league! Step the game up son!”
  • Dan loves the fact that Matt never takes her for granted. She loves surprising him to show her appreciation.
    • Some surprises are renting out a gym to have private boxing lessons for his birthday.
    • or having his favorite protein shake mix shipped overnight when the store runs out.
    • Some surprises are the surprises we don’t talk about in public. (They do anyway. Matt always walks in on Dan giving Allison tips on that thing she’s does with her tongue. Or Allison telling Dan where to buy the really classy sexy lingerie. Or Renee giving out advice on how to safely spice things up in the bedroom.) 
  • But lets be real, Dan loves the way Matt makes her feel sexy but not cheap. And he never expects anything out of her.
    • so if she’s in workout gear and smells like the locker room he’s just like “Wow. My girl is on fire! Is she hotter today than she was yesterday? I didn’t think it was possible, but yes!”
    • And if she’s dresses up to go out, he’s just like “Wow, this girl! Gorgeous and graceful on and off the court! Is there a more perfect captain or more beautiful woman! No.”
    • And if she gets sexy with some stilettos and thigh highs, he’s like *cries* “This beautiful woman! Such confidence, such beauty! How did I get so lucky!”
  • Matt ends up with a copy of Dan’s dorm key. He uses this to buy breakfast, and sneak inside in the mornings before the girls are up.
    • Renee and Allison would find this creepy, if they didn’t find the fact that he stares like a dope at sleeping!Dan adorable. (it’d be creepy if it wasn’t so cute. And he brought muffins, so they deal with it.)
  • Dan has her copy of Matt’s key too. She just doesn’t like using it. Matt lives with other dudes (who are gross and dude-ly) and it’d be weird because they’re not upperclassmen, and she’s not very comfortable with them.
    • Instead she makes breakfast at her place, and then texts Matt. He comes over grumpy cause its like, an hour earlier than he needed like “What’d’you need babe?” and like, Dan is standing there still in pjs with a stack of chocolate chip pancakes, coffee and a protein shake, and he’s like “This woman. Is it possible to love her more? Yes. Yes it is.”
  • Dan loves going dancing with Matt. With her skills and his athleticism, it’s great to have a guy who can keep up with her on the floor.
    • Matt loves going out with Dan, but seriously. She wipes the floor with him, but he fights to good fight.
  • Once, after a couple of altercations with assholes and Dan, Allison, and Renee at the club, Matt decides to teach Dan the basics of self defense that he knows.
    • Dan ends up loving it, and starts taking kickboxing or Krav Maga.
    • Sparing is now basically flirting for them. Matt loves the fact that Dan could possible kick his ass.
  • “Can’t Stop the Feeling” by JT is their jam.
    • Along with all the other sickly sweet upbeat songs about being in love and happy. Everyone else dreads their ringtones.)
  • They use stupid couple-y nicknames for each other whenever they can on the court (usually just to annoy the team as much as possible.)
    • Great pass, sweatheart! Good hustle, babe! Honey, can you toss me the…”
    • It becomes an unintentional habit, so even when the practice or game goes south, and Dan has to be captain-y and chew everyone it’s like  “BABE! YOU COMPLETELY MISSED YOUR MARKS TODAY!” and Matt’s like “Well, DARLING! If Kevin would pull his racket out of his ASS!”
  • Their fights are epic. Lets face it, they love each other, but they’re both strong willed.
    • Renee and Allison are basically the judges in these fights. When Dan and Matt storm off, they’ll each pick a person and go talk to them.
      • Renee usually gives sage advice for strong relationships, regardless of whose side she is on.
      • Allison is more blunt. “The fuck Dan? Totally uncalled for. Yes, he’s clueless, but you could’ve explained it better.” or “Go buy some of that cheesecake she likes, asshole, and say you’re sorry. “But I don’t even know what I did?!”  “Just go to the bakery and say you’re fucking sorry!”
  • When they get married, Allison wants to Plan It! And Dan doesn’t know how to say no to her. Sooo…Matt bites the bullet and takes Allison aside and explains that, yes, she can plan the wedding, but Dan and him aren’t going to be happy with some big over the top Kardashian style wedding.
    • Allison knows this. She’s not dumb, she just wants to make them sweat.
  • They end up getting Married in North Dakota.
    • It’s beautiful. There’s open fields of wild flowers. (Allison paid a farmer a lot of money to grow wildflowers instead of crops)
    • It ends up being very vintage country chic. (Not something Dan would ever think she wanted, but it’s so classy and relaxing compared to the Extravaganza she was dreading that she loves it so much.)
    • There’s this old barn for the reception, and Andrew is Not Happy to be practically in the middle of nowhere, but he and Neil end up spending half the night smoking in the hayloft regardless.
    • Neil catches the bouquet. Andrew tells him no. and then throws it back at Dan’s head. (they end up the next to get married anyway.)
  • Matt totally starts bawling the first time he sees Dan in her Dress. Like, full on ugly cries.
  • Dan is so happy, that she and Matt ruin half of their wedding pictures by kissing each other or laughing.
  • Matt tries to plan this whole synchronized dance for the reception (like you see on youtube! It’d be awesome!), but Andrew and Kevin said No and Neil is hopeless. So, he gets some of the kids that Dan coaches to sing her their wedding song.
  • and Dan loses it. Like. so happy she’s sobbing, and then mad because Matt made her a hot mess, but so happy because he loves her enough to do that for her.
  • Their wedding song can really be anything, if you want. But in my mind it’s “I see the Light” from Tangled.

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When Stiles walks into Derek’s loft that morning, the first thing he does is pinch himself to check if he’s really awake.

The second thing he does is laugh.

“Oh my God.” He wheezes, leaning against the wall. “What parallel universe are we in?”

Derek rolls his eyes, throws a glitter pen at him. Stiles ducks away easily and then flops on the couch next to Scott to check what the hell they are doing that requires glitter pens and heart shaped stickers. “Seriously?” Stiles asks, poking Scott’s cheek. “You will make a card to tell Allison you love her?”

“You wanted me to serenade her!” Scott shrieks, pressing the pen on the card with more force. “And Derek was no help either, so I’m going with the only idea I have!”

“Which you just ruined.” Derek points to the hole Scott just poked through the paper.

Augh!” Scott shouts, throwing the card on the floor and immediately covering his face with his hands. “I give up! I’m never telling her anything, I’ll just die alone!”

“Dude, you did fine the first time around!”

“Exactly!” Scott says. “I don’t want to do fine, I want it to be great! It’s been five years, it has to be perfect!” He cries out. “I want us to be perfect.” He finishes with a whisper.

Stiles swallows, throws an arm over his best friend’s shoulders. “You love her and she loves you.” Stiles assures. “It doesn’t matter what and how you say it, it will be perfect for you.”

“Just don’t quote a movie.” Derek points out.

Stiles nods. “Or a song.”

“You wanted him to serenade her!”

“Yeah, but I wanted him to write his own song too!”

“He doesn’t even play guitar!”

“He could learn!”

“It takes more than a day to learn how to play guitar!”

“How would you know, Mr. Stiles’-favorite-songs-hurt-my-ears.”

“That’s because your taste in music is awful.”

“It’s not, shut up –”

Stop!” Scott interrupts. Stiles blinks, surprised to find that his friend is still there. It’s not that the rest of the world disappears when Stiles is looking at Derek, it’s just – the rest of the world doesn’t matter, Derek does. Derek always did. And Derek always will.

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hisemeraldlily  asked:

Oh please oh please, do the same comparison with ISFJ x INFJ , that you just did with ISFJ x INFP. I loved the format and break down you did.

*scrolls back three pages to find post, since I have no clue what I wrote*

*sits and listens to three songs on her iPod rather than write anything*

Ugh, trying to recreate a post… redundancy is boring. I hate doing it. Let’s try something new.

ISFJs and INFJs both approach life in the same broad manner — in futuristic terms, but their motivations are totally different. Ni-doms approach the future with a sense of optimism with the idea that this is how things are going to unfold in my life. This is the life I want. The job I want. The spouse I want. The house I want. The kids I want. I have a perfect vision in my head of these things and I will accept no substitutions. NJs are called “visionaries” for a reason. They imagine it, they fixate on it, they don’t stop until they either create it or get it.

ISFJs are not like this at all. Their approach to the future is cautious, because the future is unknown. They cannot predict it, because there are too many variables that could change the equation. They don’t know what is around the next bend, because at any moment an element of their life could shift and change all their expectations. They don’t have a fixed idea of what they want. I will be careful in the decisions I make, so that my future remains free of impediments, so I can make choices in the moment as possibilities arise. Due to their Ne, the ISFJ will change their mind on a regular basis as to what they want, because they nave no Ni vision. No specific idea in their head that they are always striving toward. 

Both of them have a strong tendency to say, “Nope” to new concepts… until they have had a time to explore these ideas and concepts and reconcile them either with their greater worldview and sense of inner truth (Ni) or their past experience and openness toward greater possibilities (Si/Ne). Because they are both introverted types, each must PROCESS something before responding to it in depth. That’s why both of them shoot down things offhand, and then may come back later and embrace them… and when that happens, Ni will assert the idea as if it has always been true (because Ni has determined its inner truth, and connection to other things) where Si will admit that it makes sense, in a broader context… but only if it is able to let go of its previous beliefs (Si giving way to Ne).

The biggest and most obvious distinction between the types that I have noticed is the Ni-doms tendency to have a strongly developed tendency of truth… that is to say, abstract truth, which translates to the idea that they know what is really going on in a situation. They will assert it as an absolute truth, as if it is obvious, when there are no real tangible proofs to support this assertion, because it is transpiring entirely inside their head — their Ni is building connections and filling in the dots, and all anyone else sees is the finished product — the conclusion that THIS IS WHAT IS HAPPENING. THAT person is cheating. THIS person is jealous of that one. THIS is what happened.

ISFJs do not like these statements and shy away from them, because they are detail-collectors. Details build into bigger pictures for Si… you gather information first and then draw greater potential explanations from that, but even then, the SFJ is unsure that this is truly what is going on, because Ne does not exclude possibilities… it continues building outward. Ni, by contrast, first gathers a huge amount of information and then filters through it, testing possibilities and casting them aside, to come to a fixed answer. The truth. The solution. The explanation. ISFJs cannot and do not do this. They are building toward Ne: this might be the answer, or this, or that. Proof is required, to come to a firm consensus.

So, the INFJ might say: “Danny cheated on Allison because he’s insecure about their relationship and wants to prove his manliness by appearing desirable to other women.”

And the ISFJ might say: “What incidents (details) lead you to conclude that? There are any number of reasons why Danny might have cheated on Allison.”

In other words, the ISFJ is thinking, you can’t possibly know that, there’s no proof, and the INFJ is thinking, how can you be so blind? It’s obvious!

INFJs are big picture thinkers who are not great with details. ISFJs are great with details and struggle with the big picture. You can see great examples of this wherever both types are arguing personality types for fictional characters; INFJs argue the symbolism of the character — seeing the overall behavior and interpreting type from that — while the ISFJs cite particular situations where a character revealed particular cognition. One is approaching it from a big picture focus (overall behavior indicates type and gut instinct / hunches) (Ni), the other is building a type out of specific incidents (Si) to create a whole.

Then too, their inferior functions wreak havoc in different ways.

Low-order Se leads to obsessive fussiness with appearance, to having expensive taste, and to taking risks. In general, the INFJ has trouble attaching to reality and knowing how to interact with the physical world. Most of them feel like the world is too loud for them to tolerate and either try and ignore sensory reality altogether or over-engage it out of fascination with it. If their life goes in the tank and Se takes over, the INFJ starts behaving like a poorly developed ESTP … opportunistic, over-indulging in sensory pursuits (sex, booze, drugs, etc), and lose a connection to what they want out of life… their futuristic focus. Ni-doms have trouble living in the moment, because they think about what they want for their life so much.

Low-order Ne leads to dissatisfaction with reality in favor of novelty, to fear of the future, to indecisiveness (what if I make a choice and get stuck with it and I hate it?), and to a sometimes pessimistic approach to the unknown (think Puddleglum in Narnia: this is all going to go very wrong!). In general, the ISFJ has trouble comprehending totally abstract ideas and can’t always see connections between things. Most of them feel self-conscious in their ability not to immediately grasp such things, and either avoid them completely or become dissatisfied with their lives and throw it all away in pursuit of some idealistic pursuit… like quitting a job to go be an artist in Paris, only to arrive and realize it was a bad idea. If Ne takes over, the ISFJ starts acting like a poorly developed ENTP — they lose track of details, find it hard to finish projects, eagerly engage in new ideas and people for a short time only to soon lose interest and abandon it, and become restless and unrealistic. Si-doms can have trouble living in the moment, because anything can trigger a former decision and make them question whether or not they made the right choice.

thephotoshaveillusions  asked:

Hey dear! :) How are you? I was wondering if you could help me find some good Sterek ff to read (no less than 20K)? ^^ Thank you!

i’m good thanks :) and sure thing, here are some fics i’ve read and loved recently, all over 20k:


Hunger of the Pine by utsu

Normal. A word with meaning akin to water, slipping right through his fingertips. Elusive in the long-term; a flickering understanding he accepts and loses track of in a passing moment.

Normal had never, ever seemed an applicable term to a life ridden with werewolves.

or: the one where the pack figures out that Derek and Stiles are in love before Derek and Stiles do.


Bad Habits by Fudgebug

“Mmmmh pretty.“ Stiles purrs in a way that makes a wild fire torch the planes of his skin.
He knows Stiles is drunk and that the boy would probably stroke a pineapple and compliment its attractiveness, but Derek can’t help the way his heart starts to be a huge backstabbing dick, thundering uncontrollably against his chest.
It’s painful, because Derek knows it isn’t real.

A story about goody-two-shoes Derek crushing on a Polish Prince Charming with a drinking habit - also the universe keeps on shoving astral poop into his face. It’s utterly spectacular.


Reports of a Lover’s Tryst by CharWright5

New York Mets shortstop Derek Hale was riding the high of being his team’s hero on Opening Day, only to have it come crashing down the very next day when pictures leak of him acting more than friendly with his roommate Stiles Stilinski. Now, not only is Derek outed before he wanted, but he’s also a target for more harassment and suddenly single after accusations fly over how the media caught wind of his secret relationship. And he’d thought his biggest issue during the season would be questions over a rumored contract extension and impending free agency.


Really, Derek Hale? by relenafanel

Derek loves his sisters, so when Allison expresses the need to visit her family home in Beacon Hills years after the death of her parents, Derek agrees. It’s the perfect setting for him to work on the storyboard for Lycaon Production’s newest horror movie. It also happens to be the hometown of one of the most popular horror movie vloggers.

Stiles’ Horror Picture Blog just might be the inspiration he needs to put Lycaon back on the big screen. He doesn’t expect Stiles himself to become his inspiration.

And he certainly doesn’t expect Stiles’ antagonistic treatment of him in return, even if he understands how it happened. Derek has never been very good at people, and he has no idea how to make it right when everything he tries just makes Stiles’ opinion of him worse.


‘Till You Make It by standinginanicedress

“I’m saying – let’s fake it.”

Derek blinks at him. Hard. Stiles never knew that someone could physically make a blink look hard, but there Derek goes, slamming his lids together like he’s fucking exercising them. “Fake it.”

“Pretend, dumbass,” he backhands Derek lightly on his upper arm. “Pretend like we’re doing as well as our parents want us to and then they’ll be off our backs, right?”

“We don’t have to pretend anything, Stiles,” Derek says evenly, in a tone that suggests he’d much rather be yelling. “We’re literally soulmates.”

“That’s the beauty of it! It’s going to be so fucking easy. I can’t believe we never thought of this before,” he runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head in amazement, grinning from ear to ear. “Holy shit. I can’t believe I just solved all our problems for us, man.”


Collide by allyasavedtheday

“There’s a legend among the druids,” Deaton begins, “it tells of two souls, Silvanus and Antheia, bound inextricably across universes. Two souls that are constantly colliding, not completing each other but-“

“Balancing,” Stiles says faintly, thinking back to all those times Morell talked to them about druids maintaining the balance.

“Mhm. Balance is imperative in our world, Stiles. The supernatural is a turbulent and unpredictable thing, without balance it would implode on itself.”

“So these two souls…”

“Were the bonding of the natural world and the supernatural one,” Deaton finishes for him.

*
Stiles and Derek are soulmates. It would be just Stiles’ luck that his universe is the only one where they don’t end up together.


Someday When You Leave Me by standinginanicedress

“Every thing is so fucking temporary, including people – it just feels nice to accept that nothing lasts forever. Right?”

Derek narrows his eyes. “Are you telling me your entire life philosophy is based around a Taylor Swift song?”

Stiles narrows his eyes directly back at him, turning in his seat so his entire body is facing in Derek’s direction. “Would that be a problem?”

or the one where Stiles is a manic pixie dream boy who doesn’t ~believe~ in relationships and Derek is the idealistic booknerd trying to nail him down


A Devotion by TroubleIWant

There’s a boy exiting the doors as they approach. Where Derek is tan from hours outside, the boy is pale except for a few beauty marks on one cheek. He’s dressed in fine riding clothes, and flanked by a guard wearing the sign of the royal house. A noble, then. He’s younger than Derek, but, considering his higher station, a bow would be appropriate. Despite that, Derek can’t help looking curiously at the boy, who’s looking back at Derek with just as much interest. For a moment, their eyes meet - the boy’s are a deep amber in the sunlit courtyard, ringed by long, tawny lashes.

A gloved hand smacks the back of Derek’s head and he instinctively flinches away, hunching his shoulders. He loses track of the other boy as they pass one another, and as he turns to get another look, the knight grabs his shoulder and marches him forward into the stable.

“Keep your eyes to yourself,” the knight instructs. “And next time, show the proper respect to Crown Prince Stiles.”

Or: A medieval AU that’s a little Princess Bride, a little bit more Game of Thrones, and a healthy side-serving of gay erotica.

anonymous asked:

hi, random question :) how do you maintain confidence? it's such an incredible achievement and i'd love to be half as confident as you one day. What are your tips?

Hi! not random at all. and i have like a million things to say on this topic so here we go!

one thing that i think is really important is to stop judging other people. Especially other girls. i think that when you are more open minded and less judgemental towards other people you will also go easier on yourself. Appreciate other people and make sure to tell them what you like about them (and not just based on looks although that’s great too!). When you give other people compliments and appreciation they are sure to give it back to you!

When someone gives you a compliment don’t reject it! if someone for example calls you pretty or compliments your work don’t say “oh no you are so much prettier/more talented than i am!!”. take the compliment to heart and think about it even if you don’t agree, cause the person who said that really meant it. instead reply with a “thank you that’s so nice of you” and if you want to give a compliment back you can do it without undermining yourself like saying something like “i really love your work too, you are really talented!”. i promise it makes a difference. You deserve compliments!!! it will make your brain go ”heck yeah i’m awesome!!!!” instead of ”why did they say that??”

Try to figure yourself out! What are your strenghts? What do you like? What are your beliefs? You are the most important person in your life. and while you get to know yourself you’ll also grow more confident. You are allowed to be a bit self absorbed. Try not to worry about other people.

Don’t be ashamed of who you are and what you like!! ”never forget what you are, the rest of the world will not, use it like armor and it can never be used to hurt you”. You know don’t be afraid of make fun of yourself or tell people about your hobbies even though they are a bit weird. If you show them first that that you are not ashamed then they will find no reason to make fun of you. Instead they will admire you for not giving any fucks. 

Listen to songs like  titanium, do it like a dude, & run the world while you do your makeup or just have a one woman dance party in your room!!! i guarantee that this will make you feel powerful.

Don’t suround yourself with people who bring you down. positive and supportive female friendships are super important. If you think it’s hard to make friends irl there are thousands of people on tumblr who are dying to make some friends. send them a message! 

Role models are very important!!! you wanna be a badass like allison argent?? start working out or start practising archery! You wanna be like emma swan?? buy a red leather jacket and curl your hair!! it’s nothing wrong with incorporating looks or traits you admire in other people to yourself! Whether those people are fictional or not.

Take pride in small achievements. You got an A on that english test?? make sure to tell everyone in your family and allow yourself to celebrate. You learned how to do a perfect smokey eye look? That’s fantastic you rock!! 

this got very long but if even one of these things can help you i’m happy. self love is very rewarding!

you are a goddess and you are indestructable. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.

#Zankieween

Okay here’s the next chapter of my Halloween night fanfic. Lots of smut and fluff. Hope you like it!! Oh… and it’s reeaaallly long!!

Chapter 2

Before the makeup people arrived, Frankie suggested they take a selfie to appease the Zankie fans who were already tweeting #Zankieween and were restless for some word from the boys. Zach knelt behind Frankie and as Frankie counted down from three, Zach leaned in and took Frankie’s ear in his teeth giving his best sexy lustful eyes to the camera. Frankie was shocked and grinned with delight. They high fived each other when they saw the amazing picture, then Frankie posted it with the tweet “happy #zankieween.” Within moments the Zankie fandom lost its collective chill and the photo was fav’d and retweeted thousands of times. “Oh man Zach. You’ve done it now. If your ambiguous golf analogy didn’t make people question your claims of heterosexuality, this picture is going to do it!

Zach just grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “Baby I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake. I shake if off, I shake it off,” he sang in his off key voice, adding some classic Zach dance moves.

“I love you so much. You are adorable,” Frankie laughed.

Thirty minutes later, Zach was getting fidgety as Allison the make up artist attempted to apply his Zombie makeup.  He already had this outrageous hairpiece on that mimicked Frankie’s famous fauxhawk but with long wild strands. 

“Zach, you have to sit still or I’m going to poke you in the eye,” Allison exclaimed.

Zach took a deep breath and calmed himself as she put the ghoulish black makeup around his eyes to emphasize the zombie look. A few minutes earlier, she had expertly inserted the red contact lenses. After a few tears, which she caught with a tissue, he couldn’t even feel them in his eyes.  Allison finished up the eyeliner, then added some classic Frankie glitter to the side of his eye, and he was done. She handed him a mirror. “Wooooowwwww, amazing! Hey Frankie check me out dude!”           

The girl working on Frankie had just finished and Frankie turned to face him, showing off similar make up but with huge bright blue eyes.  Zach helped him put on the pink hat at just the right angle and he was done.

“What do you think, Daddy” Frankie teased in his best Marilyn voice. Zach laughed as they hugged each other. Frankie grabbed Zach’s ass, whispering “You look so hot in my blue booty shorts, I don’t even know how I’m gonna get through the night!” Zach giggled and tugged a little at the shorts. He had never worn anything like them and was definitely self-conscious at how short they were. Frankie on the other hand was himself unused to the regular length beige shorts that Zach generally preferred.

They took a couple more photos all made up and also made a vine with Frankie giving the “Don’t GET me turnt up,” followed by Zach’s, “Shine bright like a Frankie.” The Vine was perfect and definitely showed off some undisputable heat between the boys. Again the Zankie fandom went completely nuts as soon as they posted it on Twitter.

The party itself was a blast. Zach couldn’t believe he was there, an honored guest of Ariana Grande of all people! There were dozens of people there. Zach couldn’t believe he met BIG SEAN! What a great guy. The booze was flowing and before he knew it, Zach was already feeling buzzed. He and Frankie had been joined at the hip but Frankie went off to talk to some people he knew. Zach was fine though. He enjoyed shooting the shit with Big Sean and hanging out with Frankie’s friend Jon-Erik.

One of Ariana’s dancers suddenly came running over and grabbed Zach, dragging him out onto the dance floor. Zach loved to dance and was having a blast. They were really getting into the music and before he knew it, this hot girl was grinding up against him. Zach didn’t really think much of it, just went along with it and was enjoying the music and the crowd.

All the sudden, someone grabbed his right arm and whipped him around. There was Frankie right in his face and he didn’t look too happy. “What are you doing, Zach?”

“Whaa What? We’re just dancing.  She pulled me out onto the dance floor and…” Zach stopped suddenly and smirked. “Are you jealous Frankie? Really? Aw, that’s so cute. C’mon baby, I’ll dance with you.”

Frankie smiled, looking a bit ashamed as his anger melted away, and he just started dancing. He loved dancing with Zach.  Frankie was a trained dancer with a love of the art and immense talent. Zach on the other hand just danced for the joy of it. He had a style all his own and couldn’t help but move with the music. Or even without music, as he demonstrated repeatedly in the BB house. Frankie loved when they danced together. 

After a few moments, Frankie turned around so his back was facing Zach and he could grind himself into Zach’s crotch.  Zach placed his hands on Frankie’s hips and they moved in sync, completely oblivious to the dancers around them. Zach could feel himself getting aroused and was dizzy from the lights, the music, the drink, and mostly from the intoxicating sense of having this beautiful man in his arms. He leaned in and kissed Frankie on the neck, as Frankie leaned back into his chest. They were truly in their own little world.

When the song ended, Frankie grabbed Zach’s hand and dragged him off the dance floor and into a dark corner of the ballroom behind a partition. Frankie pushed Zach against the wall and kissed him hungrily, grabbing his ass with both hands. Zach kissed him back, pulling Frankie closer to him, grinding their hips together as their hard cocks yearned for friction and release. This kiss was different than the one earlier in Frankie’s bedroom. There was an urgency and intensity that was unlike anything Zach had ever experienced.  The kiss was giving him life, as if it were oxygen filling his lungs and his heart. Their tongues hungrily explored each other’s mouths as their hands moved up and down their bodies. Zach untucked Frankie’s t-shirt and ran his hand up Frankie’s back feeling his smooth tanned skin, then down to the waistband of his shorts, teasing the top of his ass. Frankie reached up from the bottom of Zach’s booty shorts, grabbing his ass and reaching in between his legs tickling his scrotum and balls. Zach groaned and bucked his hips into Frankie.

Frankie pulled back from the kiss and leaned his forehead into Zach’s as they both panted heavily and felt their hearts rapidly beating against their chests. “As much as I want to get down on my knees, and suck you off right here right now,” Frankie said, “I think we’d better pull ourselves together and save it for later…”

Zach, although more than a little disappointed, had to agree. The last thing they needed was someone coming around the partition and seeing Frankie blowing Zach in the middle of Ari’s party. Happy #ZankieWEENIE indeed! “So how am I supposed to get rid of this boner, Frankie? It’s pretty hard to hide it with these tiny little shorts!”

Frankie giggled and said, “Well think of unsexy things. Like the smell of Cody’s farts. Or Christine’s laugh!”

Zach groaned, “Okay that did it. Thanks. That laugh… it haunts my dreams!”

They went out and rejoined the party. Frankie couldn’t stand the long shorts anymore so he changed into a pair of booty shorts and a tank top that Zach had given him. It was designed by a fan and had a silhouette of Zach in his signature bent knee dance move with the phrase, “Don’t get me turnt up.”  Zach finally removed the hair piece and Frankie ran over and put it on his mom so he could get a picture with her showing their similar hair dos. It got almost as many fav’s on Twitter as the Zankie pictures and Vines. Both of them removed the colored contacts when their eyes started to get irritated.

The party went on for a couple more hours. Zach and Frankie moved easily amongst the crowd, sometimes hanging out together, other times getting involved in separate conversations. But they always knew where the other was, and would look and wink at each other every few minutes just to “check in.” They both made good use of the free bar and were feeling no pain by the time they decided to head back to the Grande house.

Frankie told Ariana and Joan that they were taking off. He called for an Uber and the two of them climbed in the backseat, both feeling tipsy and frisky.  Frankie confirmed the address with the driver then sat back and immediately reached between Zach’s legs and grabbed his cock over his shorts. Zach was so surprised he jerked upright and coughed to disguise his shock. He turned toward Frankie with a panicked look in his eye then subtly glanced at the driver as if to say “Fraaankkkie, staaapp, he’s gonna see!!”  Frankie just grinned, laid his head on Zach’s shoulder and continued to occasionally gently run his hand over Zach’s cock. Zach sighed leaned back and figured he had no choice but to enjoy the moment. He turned toward Frankie and kissed the top of his head, putting his arm around Frankie’s shoulder and pulling him closer.

The drive was only about 15 minutes. Frankie led Zach into the house and immediately up to his room. Nonna was the only one home and she was long asleep by now. Zach was nervous but excited. He had never been as turned on by a girl as he was by Frankie, and all they had done to this point was kiss and a bit of groping.

Frankie closed his bedroom door and turned off the light. He went to his nightstand and pulled a lighter from one of the drawers, lighting several candles he had around the room. He turned on his stereo and soft music filled the room. The flickering light from the candles cast a magical glow. Zach looked at Frankie and thought he had never seen anyone so beautiful in his life. Frankie took a few steps to close the distance between them. He placed his hands softly on Zach’s face and pulled him in for a kiss.  They stood there motionless for a few minutes just kissing each other, Frankie’s hands still on Zach’s face, while Zach’s hands encircled Frankie’s waist and drew him closer. Frankie pulled away from Zach’s lips and kissed his neck and behind his ear. He reached down to the bottom of Zach’s shirt and pulled it over his head.  He stood back to look at Zach, admiring his beautiful body enhanced by the intense working out he’d been doing since Big Brother ended.  He ran his hands over Zach’s smooth chest, stopping to tease his nipples. He brought his lips to Zach’s neck again then kissed his way down his chest, taking each nipple into his mouth, biting and teasing it. Zach’s head was spinning with the alcohol-enhanced buzz, combined with sensations he’d never felt before. He pulled Frankie up, then pulled his shirt off admiring as always Frankie’s beautiful body and amazing abs. Zach ran his hands down Frankie’s chest and abs, then gently teased his fingers along the waistband of his shorts.

Frankie drew Zach in for another kiss then pushed him gently toward the bed. With Zach standing leaning against the mattress, Frankie undid the button of his shorts and pulled down the zipper. Working his hands down underneath both the shorts and Zach’s boxers, he slowly lowered them to the floor. The whole time Zach was looking into his eyes. It was one of the most intense moments Zach had ever had with another person as he was suddenly completely exposed and vulnerable to this man.

Frankie pushed Zach onto the bed, so he was sitting on the edge of the mattress.  He lowered to his knees and took Zach’s pulsing cock into his hands. Zach gasped at the sensation and threw his head back in ecstasy as Frankie took the head of his cock into his mouth, twirling his tongue around in a lazy circle. “Oh God, Frankie, please…” Zach cried out.

Frankie smiled, knowing that his skill would quite literally blow away anything Zach had ever experienced. He took the full length of Zach’s cock into his mouth and deep throated him, eliciting an animalistic groan, unlike anything Frankie had heard from Zach. He knew Zach wasn’t going to last long but Frankie had other plans, so after a minute or two, he pulled away and stood up.

Zach looked at him and whimpered as if to say “where’d you go?”

“Simmer down, baby. You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Frankie quickly shed his shorts and underwear and crawled up on the bed, pulling Zach underneath him. Frankie straddled Zach and bent down to kiss him again, pushing the full length of his naked body onto Zach. Zach reached his arms around Frankie pulling his ass down into his own crotch, grabbing and moaning as their hard cocks rubbed against each other.

“So what’s your pleasure, Rance?” Frankie teased. “You told Cody you wanted to fuck me on day 2, do you think you’re ready for that?”

Zach answered by grabbing Frankie’s face and pulling him in for another kiss as he flipped Frankie down onto his side.

“Where’s the lube, the condoms?” Zach asked breathlessly.

Frankie reached into the nightstand pulling out both. “Do you want me to get myself ready or are you going to do it?”

Zach said “I want to do it. But you’re going to have to show me what to do.”

Frankie put lube on three of Zach’s fingers, then instructed him how to insert first one finger and move it around till the hole was stretched out, adding the second and then the third and moving them in scissor like motions. Zach was nothing if not a good student and within moments had Frankie writhing in pleasure as he inserted first one and then the second finger. Frankie told him how to curve his fingers just so to hit his prostrate which elicited a low groan of pleasure from Frankie.

Zach had been so nervous about this. As he told Victoria, when explaining why he was definitely not bi, “I don’t want anything in my ass and I don’t want to put anything in anyone else’s ass.” But here he was doing exactly that. And rather than being horrified or disgusted, he was incredibly turned on, seeing how much pleasure he was giving to this man who he loved so much.

“Please Zach,” Frankie panted,” “I’m ready, I need you… inside me.” Frankie turned onto his stomach and thrust his ass in the air. Zach quickly rolled the condom onto his rock hard cock and coated it with more lube. He lined up behind Frankie, separating his ass cheeks and slowly inserting his throbbing dick into Frankie’s stretched out hole. Frankie cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Zach pushed himself in all the way. He knew to stop for a moment to allow Frankie to relax into his girth.

When Frankie said, “Okay you can move,” Zach began to thrust slowly. Oh God, it felt so good. Like nothing he’d ever experienced. Frankie’s hole was so tight around him; the sensation was insane. Frankie was moaning in pleasure, “Oh God, Zach, I have wanted this I swear since the day I laid eyes on you. You feel amazing in me.”

Zach was so turned on, he didn’t know how long he could hold out. But he wanted to make it last for Frankie. And he wanted them to reach their climaxes together. His rhythmic thrusts began to get more erratic as the passion and sensations took over. As he felt the orgasm rising through his legs and belly, he reached around and grabbed Frankie’s cock stroking in rhythm with his thrusts. “Frankie, I’m, I’m going to… oooooohhhh.” Zach thrust a final time into Frankie’s hole exploding with an earth shattering orgasm, as he felt Frankie come a moment later, coating his hand and the bed with his warm white liquid.

Zach pulled out of Frankie and disposed of the condom before laying down on top of his back as they both struggled to catch their breath. They lay there in silence, warm in the glow of the candlelight and the intimacy they had just experienced. After a couple minutes, Frankie grabbed a towel from the floor and cleaned himself and the bed the best he could.

He laid down next to Zach as they looked into each other’s eyes. “Well, what did you think? Was gay sex as exciting as you imagined? Frankie asked, using the same words Zach had when they talked about it at the pool table one day in the BB house.

Zach giggled at the memory, then looked at Frankie and said, “Honestly, that was so beyond any sexual experience I’ve ever had, I’m still trying to digest it. I’ve never been that turned on, but I’ve also never been this in love. I didn’t know it could be like this, Frankie. That was… amazing.”

Frankie just smiled, leaned in and kissed Zach, slowly and sensually, pushing him down on his back and putting all his focus into their lips. It was so intimate and so personal that Zach felt tears develop in his eyes. So this was what it was like to be in love and to make love.

He pulled back and looked at Frankie, reaching out and stroking his face. “I love you so much Frankie James Michael Grande.”

“I love you too, Zach Attack.”

Frankie laid his head onto Zach’s chest as they both closed their eyes and fell asleep in the glow of the candlelight.

Promises

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader

~I wanna sleep next to you
But that’s all I wanna do right now
And I wanna come home to you~

This. This was what home felt like, you thought as you lay next Isaac, the cool night air cancelled out by the warm arms circling your waist. You knew, as you looked over at the goofy look on Isaac’s sleeping face, that this was what you wanted in your future more than anything else.

You and Isaac had been dating for 2 years, after you’d first met in the Sheriff’s station. You’d been pulled in by Parrish, for doing something dumb, like going a few miles over the speed limit, or running a red light on your way to work. Isaac was sitting in the bench seat there, waiting for someone in Stilinski’s office. He’d smiled at you as Parrish sat you down on the opposite end of the bench while he went to file the paperwork.

“Hey there darling, what are you in for?” He’d asked in a fake southern drawl that made you laugh in spite of yourself.

“Oh, you know, the usual. Looting, stealing, general bad behaviour.” You replied casually, adopting a tough tone of voice. Isaac grinned. “You?”

“Well,” He said, his mind whirring as he geared up for the story of his life. “I was in this bar, see, boozing, having a few laughs (A/N: Sneaky Chicago reference) and this guy comes up to me. He’s all up in my face like ‘what you been doing with my girl’ and so I says to him 'I don’t know your girl and frankly I’m surprised you’ve got one.’ And now he’s real mad see, and he punches me, right in the stomach and so I punched him back, and well, the rest is history.” He drawled gesturing to his bloodied nose (which you later discovered was the result of a run in with the Alpha Pack, hence why it hadn’t yet stopped bleeding).

A few moments later, Stiles and Scott had whisked Isaac away, his number on a slip of paper that had mysteriously made its way into your bag, and you were released by a rather stressed Parrish. You smiled at the memory, until you felt Isaac tense up behind you.

~But home is just a room full of my safest sounds
Cause you know that I can’t trust myself with my 3AM shadow
I’d rather fuel a fantasy than deal with this alone~

He was muttering under his breath, his eyes still closed as you turned to look at him. It sounded like he was afraid, as you caught words like 'help me’ and 'please’. He was shaking, small pearlescent tears soaking his cheeks. You shook him, trying your best to wake him up. He didn’t. He kept tossing and turning and muttering and you became increasingly more worried. It hurt you more than anything else in the world to see the boy you loved in such a stressed state. You tried talking to him instead, trying to make your words puncture the tense air around you.

“Hey Isaac? Listen to me okay? You need to wake up, this is just a dream, you’re gonna be okay. I’m right here. Just wake up.” Your voice flowed over the terrified boy like mist, startling him from fitful sleep. He jolted up, head swivelling quickly as he took in his surroundings. His hands were still shaking as you covered them with your own. You turned him to face you, starting at the terror in his eyes. “You okay?” It was a dumb question, but you weren’t sure he would be comfortable sharing the depths of his nightmare. His nails were cutting into his hands, blood leaking down his arms as hit his head with his fists.

“My — my dad — he hit me — he said — he said I was a — a failure — that I’d never succeed.” Isaac’s voice was wavering and his words came out in short sharp bursts. “He said — I’d never — never be normal.” Your heart broke at the pain in the kind boy’s voice, as you took his face in your hands.

~I wanna sleep next to you
But that’s all I wanna do right now
So come over now and talk me down~

“You’ll never be normal, Isaac. Because you’re special, more than he could ever know. And he can’t hurt you anymore, okay? You’re safe. You’re safe.” You said, as softly as you could as Isaac’s breathing slowed. “You are an incredible person, you’ve helped so many people, and if he could see that, he’d be a fool not to be damn proud of his son. I am.” Isaac’s heartbeat was evening out as you spoke. “You’re amazing, and he can never take that away from you, okay?” His heartbeat was synchronised with yours now, the sound of your voice filling his mind, lifting the corners of his mouth. He held onto your hands, a silent promise that he would never let you go, as you lay down again, his arms around your waist. His head was resting on your shoulder and you could feel his hair tickling your neck. You giggled and he jumped slightly.

~I wanna hold hands with you
But that’s all I wanna do right now
And I wanna get close to you~

Isaac fell silent after a few seconds, but his uneven breathing told you that he was still very much awake. You turned slightly in his arms, facing his tired features.

“What are you thinking about?” The question seemed to draw Isaac out, unflagging his eyes and reminding him of the present day. A smile slid lazily across his face, lighting up his eyes and brightening the room. “Us.” He replied, his voice melancholic and husky. “The future, if we have one.” The pain in his voice echoed through the calm. “I want kids, lots of them. A boy, and a girl. Harry and… Allison.” A tear traced a perfect line across his cheekbones. “And a big house, with the fancy window seats, and one of those stupid swing-chairs on the porch.” You could hear the laughter in his voice. “And you, if you’ll have me.” You nodded, your eyes laughing along with his voice.

~Cause your hands and lips still know their way around
And I know I like to draw at night; it starts to get surreal
But the less time that I spend with you, the less you need to heal~

“I’d never leave you.” You assured him, relaxing his shoulders as he tightened his arms around you, as if you’d slip away without him noticing. You leaned forward, kissing him softly, as the words you hadn’t said closed the gap between. He kissed back, his hands moving up to trace your jaw, committing it to memory. Your fingers traced words on his back, vows you’d utter in the not too distant future. He smiled into the kiss, his face creasing in pure joy.

After a few more minutes, you settled back onto the pillows, ghosts of smiles traipsing across your faces. His eyes were filled with love and you’d never seen him look more perfect, the memories of the nightmares long since chased away. You placed your head on his chest as his eyes began to close, his mind quieter than it had been since he’d been bitten. You whispered one last thing into the cool air before his thoughts drifted too far.

“I promise.”

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Author’s Note: ISAAC LAHEY IS MY ULTIMATE WEAKNESS! This is actually so super cute and totally relationship goals tbh! Thanks so much for requesting and I’ll keep doing the requests so send some more in!! Also might low key be playing Blue Neighbourhood on repeat because the song is Talk Me Down by Troye Sivan 😏