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Freya has had her twin brother’s back from the moment she exited the womb twelve minutes after him. The two Daehler twins have made it a point to look out for each other, sticking together when it seems like the rest of the world is against them. When Matt nearly drowned, Freya was the one dragging him back to the surface. It’s what she’s always done, keeping her brother from sinking when the darkness gets too much. But lately the darkness has been dragging Matt down more than usual.
Alright, listen! So I was rereading 13RW (after I finished watching the show as well) and naturally, Sterek popped in my head and I legit cried a whole half an hour just thinking about it. Like, that shit would be so sad and like damn…so…I made a list of how it would go.
5. Courtney- Corey || 6. Marcus - Danny || 7. Zach -Isaac || 8. Ryan- Mason
9. Clay -Derek || 11. Jenny- Kira || 12. Bryce – Theo || 13. Mr. Porter- Mr. Argent
And like I feel like I might actually do this after I finish the story I’m currently writing for the sterek exchange. It would honestly be the coolest thing I will have ever written. Cause just imagine:
Tape 1, Side A Hey, it’s Mieczysław, Mieczysław Stilinski, but commonly known as Stiles, don’t adjust your, whatever device you’re hearing this on. It’s me, live and in stereo. No return engagements, no encore and this time absolutely no requests. Get a snack. Settle in. Because I’m about to tell you the story of my life, more specifically, why my life ended. And if you’re listening to this tape. You’re one of the reasons why. I’m not saying which tape brings you into the story. But fear not, if you received this lovely little box, you’re name will pop up. I promise
I have this idea for a story I want to write where one day Derek finds Stiles wondering through the streets of the abandoned part of town (near the loft) and goes up to him to ask if he’s lost. Stiles says no, and tells Derek that he was just testing something. When Derek asks what he was testing Stiles says, “I just wanted to see how long it would be before someone noticed, how far I’d have to go before people lost the fear of offending me and started to worry.”
“What do you mean?” Derek asks, but his question is answered when he finally notices the guide dog at Stiles’ side.
Stiles is blind.
Stiles seems to notice Derek’s unease and so he says, “This is Murdock.” Derek chuckles and asks, “As in Matt Murdock? Daredevil?” Stiles smiles, “You’re the first person to get that reference.” Derek, worried about Stiles, offers for him to come inside while he calls the Sheriff to come and pick him up. They sit together and talk until the Sheriff arrives and Stiles farewells Derek.
A couple of nights later, Derek wakes, instinct telling him he should not be sleeping. He looks out the window and sees Stiles wandering about in the darkness without Murdock. Derek runs down to the street and carefully approaches Stiles, trying not to startle him as he talks softly and ushers him inside. Stiles kind of looks at Derek and whimpers, “I was sleep walking again, wasn’t I?”
Derek lets Stiles stay the night at the loft and watches over him. When Stiles wakes, he’s lost and confused. Derek calms him down and offers to take him home.
They’re the boys you read about in classic novels.
One thing that stands out about a Pisces man is that he will always put his loved ones first, without even having to think for a second.
He is an utter romantic, he’ll bring you flowers and write you poems that might make you heart flutter, maybe even take you on a rooftop candle-light dinner. You never know when this cutie will take you on a random romantic endeavor.
Not only that, but he also will enjoy splurging on you, getting you whatever you want. Pisces men tend to love to spoil their partners.
If they want to, they can be that sexy, mysterious stranger at the bar that is going to catch almost every lady’s eye. So if you have a Pisces man, hold on to him tight.
They tend to be easily swayed by things that happen around them. This can be both positive and negative depending on the situation. So, be careful.
Although, he’s not the best at making decisions as he takes a while to think about all the pros and cons of a situation which can honestly take a while.
Also, they can get very sensitive at times so you should be cautious in your approach, especially during fights.
The clock on the wall ticked noisily as you stood in front of the class and held your paper in your hand. You cleared your throat and spoke with clarity. “Aphrodite was not just a goddess of beauty. No, she was something more than that. Something dangerous”
You slipped the bottle in a black bag and tied off the end. Your heels clacked against the pavement on the way back to your car. The plan went accordingly.
“She could move through the day with ease, playing the world with a smile or a light giggle. While at night, she would concoct terrible things and see it through until the end”
Lydia jumped once she closed her locker and saw your face. Her shock went away and she turned to walk down the hall. “I hear you’re having a party” “Not sure where you heard that from” “You’re Lydia, you are always throwing a party” “True, what’s it to you? I thought you hated my guts” “I do,” you pulled on her elbow to stop her from walking. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends” “I’m confused” “Of course you are, listen, I want help you out with your party” “And why would I let you?” “Because Lydia,” you stepped forward until you were inches away from her face. She gasped when you caressed her cheek in a gentle manner. “Word around school is you’re the crazy girl who likes to walk through the woods naked and scream in your car during school hours. No one wants to befriend the school nutcase, which leaves me. If people hear that I’m going to your party, they’ll want to come for sure. So ask yourself girl-who-doesn’t-have-many-friends, what have you got to lose?”
“Her beauty is used to liquefy the mind and shape it into whatever form she wants it to be. This goddess if famous, sure, but no knows how powerful she truly is”
You finished adding decorations to the room and climbed down from the stool. “What is there to drink?” Lydia shrugged her shoulders and waved a paper around. “Punch?” Lydia got to making the punch while you roamed outside. A patch of blue flowers caught your attention and an idea formed in your head. You returned half an hour later to an exasperated Lydia. “Where have you been?! The guests will be here any second” “Relax, I went to go get something for the punch” You shook the bag of wolfsbane and walked past her to the kitchen. You started pouring it into the bowl. “What is that?” You expected her to be more surprised but she seemed strangely calm. “It’s something I heard online. These flowers make any drink taste amazing. But don’t try it, I’m afraid you might go for seconds the third and we’ll have to nothing to serve the party” The doorbell tore her attention away from you, turning on her heel to answer it. A large group of people stood at the door, peering inside. Lydia widened her eyes then stepped aside to let them in. They paraded through, heading straight for the pool area. You handed everyone a drink with a smile.
“Aphrodite is a goddess to be feared and respected. A warrior under silk robes and pleasant fragrance. She is…Beauty”
Jackson took a swig of drink and played with Scott’s mind. He talked to Allison, trying to piss him off so he can show everyone what a freak he was. He got bored with conversation then walked away from her. As he finished the rest of his drink, Jackson saw a blue top from the side of his eye and immediately recognized as Y/N. She whisked around the corner. She was so beautiful. He remembered the first time he met her. Sweet. A smile formed on his lips as he thought more about it but it quickly vanished when he remembered the day he cheated on her with Lydia. Lydia… He had to get his key but he also wanted to talk to Y/N. When he turned the corner, Jackson saw something that made him want to cry, punch a wall, scream, and vomit. Scott gripped Y/N’s waist, snaking his fingers up her shirt. She had her arms wrapped around his neck, leaving enough space for him to kiss all over her neck. Y/N moaned out his name along with a breathy moan that pissed Jackson off. He launched himself at Scott only for him to walk into a door. “What the hell?!” Lydia opened her door and crossed her arms. “What is wrong with–Jackson?” He rolled his eyes and walked away. Lydia chased after him. “Please don’t go, I just want to talk to you” “Don’t, it’s pathetic” “What did I even do? You won’t talk to me, call, text, and now you won’t even look at me? I demand a reason” Jackson stopped and Lydia bumped into him. “You demand a reason?” he snorted. “I don’t care what you want and you don’t tell me what to do. Besides, I’m only here to get my key back” “A key? You came back for a key?!” The clearing of someone’s throat the both of their attention. Y/N leaned against the door frame with a nail in between her teeth. “We ran out of punch” Lydia sucked in a breath and turned away from him, “let yourself out, Jackson” She hauled over to the kitchen, you following close behind. “Wow, the flowers too?” “No, I threw it into the garbage. You must always start with fresh flowers” “I’ll get them, make sure the house is intact” “Sure thing”
The party grew into an uproar. They were throwing things, curling up into a ball, and finding anyone to make out or have sex with. You took a sip of your water and watched everyone freak out. The phone in your hand was warm and nice to the touch. The cops would be arriving in ten minutes. The neighbors seemed to have made a complaint about the obnoxious noise. You smirked at your terrible deed. Two jocks looked in your direction, smacking their lips. Boys, when will they learn? You walked over to them and started flirting. “Hey, everyone’s jumping in the pool, maybe that kid over there should loosen up” The jocks huffed and nodded in agreement. They waltzed over to the photographer obsessed with Alison named Matt. “Come on man, have some fun!” Matt started freaking out at the immediate contact, “no, please, don’t!” “It’s just a little water, kid” The taller one grabbed his legs while the bigger guy hooked his arms underneath Matt’s. “Stop! I can’t swim, please, help me!” The boys threw the poor kid into the water and everyone watched him flail around for dear life. Finally, Jackson reached in and pulled him out. Matt shot daggers at Stiles and Scott from across the pool. You shoved on your helmet and drove past the flashing red and blue lights heading in the direction you left.
The moon looked beautiful at this time. So full and so bright. You played with your hair while sitting by the window, thinking about all the wrong you had done tonight.
Time went by and you took the time to do your late night ritual before going off to bed. Could Matt really not swim? Drowning a boy wasn’t how you thought the night would go but it did. “So that’s how you stalled” You jumped up from under your covers and turned on the lamp beside your bed. “Thought you wouldn’t make it” You ran up to the man and wrapped your arms around his neck in a warm embrace. He didn’t hug you back, he kept his arms to his sides and stared ahead. Once you pulled back he met your disappointing gaze. “Not much of a hugger” “I wouldn’t imagine any of the Hale boys are. What took you so long?” “Well I’m sorry I couldn’t come back from the dead any quicker” “Apology accepted. What now?” He smiled on the inside. She was truly an interesting person. She demanded things and knew what she wanted. There was always the persuading to get her to comply but she met requirements. “Patience, little puppy, things take time. You know I’ll call when I need you” “Peter, don’t leave. You need a shower and food to consume. I have both” Before he could make leave, Y/N moved over to the hallway closet to grab some towels and extra clothes for him to wear. Peter took them without arguing, heading into the bathroom.
A sweet smell of steak and bare ribs drifted through the house. His stomach growled in response and guided him downstairs. Y/N moved around the kitchen, fixing him a plate of food, ample meat plastered on so much that sauce threatened to drip off onto the floor. Without being told, Peter took a seat on one of the bar stools near the counter.
You watched Peter rip through his meal like a savage animal. You even offered him a beer to quench his thirst. “Satisfied?” “What is in that mind of yours?” “I want you to sleep with me” “I prefer not to” “It could be fun, we can talk about boys and our deep rooted issues” “Speaking of boys, do Scott and Stiles know about my rebirth?” “No, I did everything you asked” “And more. You drowned a kid?” “Peter,” you caressed the side of his face, “sweet, sweet, Peter. I would never do such a thing” With a snap of a finger, Peter grabbed your hand and pulled you close to his face, a strange blue color glowed in replacement of his red eyes. “There’s something wrong with you. It’s a full moon tonight, why aren’t you transforming?” “Patience, Peter, things take time” “This anomaly is actually perfect. I need you to do something” “What?” “Get in Scott McCall’s head” Peter stood and ran his hands along your arms in a sensual manner, his fingertips lightly brushing your sensitive skin. Something about it screamed erotic. “Make him want you” His large hands kneaded your shoulders as he slid up to your neck, the heat radiating through his touch. A carnal fire dwelled in your insides that only Peter had been able to start. Perhaps it was because he was your Alpha but he was the perfect match. “Make him…” His lips now rested in the crook of your neck, a tortuous tease, his hot breath creating an anticipation so keen that you were sure to burst any second. “Think about you every second and break him so much that he comes begging for mercy” By now, blood hummed in your veins, your body involuntarily released a strong moan as he squeezed your waist with intention and purpose while pecking your neck. Peter smirked at how much he had an effect on you, his beta. “Break him, have him go against his friends, take away his precious Allison and bring him to me” His knee rested underneath your hot center constantly rubbing against your weak spot over and over. You were a moaning mess, his existence bothered you in a way you liked. “Don’t let me down, little puppy”