𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 -𝐥.𝐯.

Should’ve Done Your Homework – Aiden Steiner x Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Aiden Steiner x Reader

Summary: Theo Raeken has taken an interest on you while Aiden is out of town. Lydia, Stiles and Scott knock some sense into him.

Trigger warning: Cursing

Word count: 1.062

Theo Raeken had finally lost his patience.

He had noticed you the moment he returned to Beacon Hills, drawn in by your effortless grace and natural allure. You were breathtaking — without trying, without pretense, carrying yourself with an understated confidence that made you impossible to ignore. Confident. Sharp. Untouchable. Like you existed in a different league, and he wasn’t even worth a second glance.

So, he tried. Turned on the charm. Made conversation. Dropped little comments meant to test the waters.

Nothing. Not even a flicker of interest.

And now, standing in the middle of the school hallway, watching you walk away from him yet again, he had reached his limit.

He turned to Stiles, who was leaned against his locker, arms crossed over his chest, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He could barely contain his amusement at the situation unfolding before him. Scott, on the other hand, seemed genuinely uncomfortable, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as tension filled the air.

"Okay, seriously," Theo huffed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation, "what the hell is her problem?"

Scott and Stiles exchanged a quick glance, years of friendship allowing them to communicate volumes in that brief moment. "Her problem?" Stiles repeated, letting out a short, incredulous laugh. Scott pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly not wanting to be a part of this conversation that was rapidly heading south.

Theo clenched his jaw. "Yeah, her problem. She's been nothing but cold to me since I got here, treating me like I'm completely invisible."

"This gonna be fun," Lydia muttered to herself, inspecting a perfectly manicured nail with exaggerated interest, a slight smirk tugging at her lips.

"So, let me get this straight," she drawled, her voice dripping with carefully measured disdain, "you're pissed off because she doesn't fall for your 'nice guy' act? You show up out of nowhere, acting all smooth, throwing a few compliments and charming smiles around like confetti, and suddenly you're entitled to her attention? Is that what we're dealing with here?"

Theo rolled his eyes dramatically. "That's not what I am saying—"

"Then what are you saying, Theo?" Scott interrupted, his usually calm demeanor cracking. His patience was running thin, evident in the sharp edge to his words.

"She barely even acknowledges me," Theo snapped, throwing his hands up in frustration, his voice rising with each word.

Stiles let out a sharp breath, barely containing his mirth. "Oh my gosh. This is hilarious. This is absolutely priceless."

Theo glared at him, his eyes flashing dangerously. "How is this funny, Stilinski? Please, enlighten me."

"It's funny because you're about as self-aware as a brick wall. Actually, that might be insulting to brick walls. Seriously, Theo. You should've done your homework before going after Y/N."

Theo narrowed his eyes, suspicion creeping into his expression. "And why is that?"

"Oh, come on, Theo. You're a big, bad werewolf. Think," Lydia urged, an amused grin spreading across her lips.

Irritation flickered across his face. "Just spit it out already," he demanded, his patience wearing dangerously thin.

Stiles turned to Theo with mock sympathy, placing a theatrical hand over his heart. "My dear friend, she's taken."

"So what? I've never seen her with anyone. And it's High School," he scoffed dismissively, as if that fact alone made relationships temporary, easily breakable, mere child's play.

"Oh, wow, buddy," Stiles grinned, clearly enjoying this moment far too much, "you really thought she's single just because you haven't seen her making out in the hallways? That's adorably naïve of you."

Theo's brows furrowed deeply, confusion and frustration warring on his features. "I'm just saying if she's taken, then where is he? Who even is he? Because I haven't seen anyone worthy around here."

Scott, who was mostly quiet up until this point of the conversation, leaned in purposefully. His voice was low, steady, carrying a weight that demanded attention.

"Quick question, didn't you say the werewolf who bit you was killed by his own betas?"

"Yeah — what does that have to do with anything?" Theo responded, clearly struggling to connect the dots.

"Well, my little clueless fool," Stiles shook his head with a mischievous smile that threatened to split his face, "one of those betas is dating Danny. The other…" his voice trailed off meaningfully. He didn't need to finish the sentence, letting the implication hang heavy in the air.

Theo's eyes widened in realization, the color draining from his face. "No way."

"Yes way."

"Go ahead, Theo," Lydia clicked her tongue, savoring the moment like fine wine, "say his name."

"You're telling me Aiden fucking Steiner — the former Alpha — is dating Y/N*,*" Theo gasped in disbelief, pointing at you. You were stood by your locker at the end of the hallway, casually chatting with Malia — once again, not paying attention to him, not sparing even a fleeting glance towards his direction. "For how long? How long has this been going on?"

"Oh, not that long, really," Stiles replied, his grin stretching impossibly wider, "it's been like, what? Three, four years? Something like that. You know, just a casual long-term commitment."

"What?! So you're telling me she was dating Aiden even when he was after you? When everything was chaos?"

"Oh, yeah. Snuck around everyone's back. Very forbidden romance, enemies to lovers of them — expect, they were never enemies, you know," Lydia answered, clearly relishing every moment of Theo's growing discomfort. "And not only that—he's fiercely protective of her," she added. "More like psychotically protective," Stiles corrected.

"If he's so overprotective, then where is he now? I've seen his brother around, but him? Haven't seen him in weeks," Theo objected, his confidence returning.

Lydia gave him a knowing smirk. “So what? He’s gonna come back, eventually.”

“And if he finds out you’ve been obsessing over his girlfriend for weeks - well… see how that goes for you,” Scott added, his voice dead serious.

Theo remained silent.

“So, if you want to keep pushing, good luck,” Stiles finished, clapping Theo on the shoulder. “And if you need help arranging the funeral… I know a guy.”

—memories

the milk train doesn’t stop here anymore by tennessee williams // holly warburton // holly warburton // memory for forgetfulness by mahmoud darwish // before sunset (2004) // calling a wolf a wolf by kaveh akbar // teodor axentowicz // anne magill // the song of achilles by madeline miller

Being Derek Hale’s younger sister would include...

{Requested}

A/N: I’m currently working on new things about this blog, so I’m sorry in advance if I fall behind with my requests.

Being Derek’s little sister would include...

Not being too close to Derek when you were younger

Because your characters were quite similar

Arguing constantly

Talia having to step in before things went too far

Becoming best friends when reaching adolescence

Going to him for advice

Him being protective over you when you got to the date scene

Supporting him on basketball games

Hooking him up with Paige

Comforting him after her death

Taking an instant dislike to Peter, not that you never really did like him

Surviving the fire, and sticking with him

Being a member of his pack, and helping him train his Betas

Flirting with Isaac

Derek not being okay with it

Giving Isaac a hard time

Hale eye roll ™

Tracing each other’s spiral tattoos

Being comfortable with physical affection only with him

Sibling cuddling while watching movies during thunderstorm nights

Working out together, basically competing each other

Becoming an ally of the McCall pack, and eventually joining it

Derek growling at anyone during the pack meetings if they try to flirt with you

Except Stiles, because he knows you have a soft spot for him

Secretly loving when you give Allison death glares, because he knows you hate the Argents twice as he does

Occasionally stealing his car keys

Throwing parties at the loft when he’s out of town

You being the only one able to put him in his place

Evolving at the same time period

Having a very special connection in general, always standing by each other’s side

I'm BEGGING for a whimpery/sub Leo story where the reader just completly overstimulates him after hes had a hard emotional day PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Omg I love this!

I can Fix It

Leo Valdez x Reader

Warnings: smut (mdni), oral m!receiving, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (please be responsible this is fictional!), very light bondage, overstimulation, not proofread, pretty short

Summary: Leo is having a hard day so you decide to help him fix his problem (or at least make him feel better)

A/n: I apologize for the late updates! I am chronically ill and haven’t been able to shake this cold I have had for weeks now

Your POV:

It was the first holiday season me and Leo would be spending living together. We recently got an apartment after graduating from New Rome University. Leo got an engineering degree that opened more doors for him in the world of inventions and my education helped me get my dream job as well. Now that we were adults who had real jobs we could afford an apartment. Leo had always gotten upset during the holidays since he missed having a family, and this year was no different. He was doing a lot better since we lived together now, but I could tell he still longed for a crowded house party with an endless amount of aunts, uncles, and cousins and a turkey dinner. Leo had a strong connection with some of his siblings, but I could tell he really just wanted his family, and more specifically, his mom.

Today was a particularly rough day. It had snowed and the kids who lived in our building were out playing with their parents. Leo was off work today, but he went in anyway and came back completely exhausted— emotionally and physically. Leo tended to ignore any feelings he had and use work to distract himself.

Leo went to our bedroom to change out of his work clothes and I followed him. He looked a little confused but he didn’t say anything until he noticed me taking my clothes off too.

“What are you doing?” Leo asked.

“You.” I said simply.

He was only wearing his boxers now and I only had a bra and panties on. Before he could really react I was on my knees in front of him rubbing his thighs soothingly to get him to relax.

“Want me to make you feel better?”

Leo nodded quickly and reached out to grab onto the dresser behind him.

“I can’t hear you.” I said taking my hands off of him.

“Please, yes.” Leo whined, “amor, I need you.”

I pulled his boxers down in response and smirked up at him. Precum was leaking from his painfully hard cock and his knuckles were already turning white from gripping the dresser with all his strength.

“Oh, amor,” I said kissing his tip, “all this for me?”

“Mhmm, need you, amor.” Leo said trying to buck his hips.

“Be patient,” I said steadying his hips, “you don’t fix a bad day with quick sex honey.”

Then began the real teasing. I kissed the base of his cock and licked a stripe up to his tip. I swirled my tongue around his tip and released it with a pop. I pulled back and quickly pulled my hair back before looking up at Leo through my lashes.

“You better tell everyone you’re sick tomorrow because you’re going to be exhausted when I’m done with you.” I said.

Leo groaned at my words and grabbed my hair with his free hand. I began to take his length into my mouth inch by inch. Soon, my cheeks were hollowed out and Leo was moaning softly as I bobbed up and down on his cock. As I increased my pace, Leo’s moans got louder and his breathing got quicker. I already planned to get as many orgasms out of him as I could, but the noises he made solidified that plan.

I watched as Leo’s muscles relaxed in areas he held stress tension, but I also watched his abdominal muscles tighten as he approached his first orgasm.

Spit ran down my chin and Leo’s cock as I desperately tried to take more of him. His tip kept hitting the back of my throat and Leo moaned every time I gagged. Leo typically lasted longer than this, but his eyes were screwed shut, his mouth hung open, and he panted as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. I could tell he was finally just letting himself enjoy being taken care of. Leo was such a people pleaser even in bed that he almost never let himself fully enjoy things unless I forced him, so I was happy to see him giving in with no convincing. It was also great since it meant my plan to over stimulate him until he didn’t have a worry in the world was on track to work perfectly.

I felt Leo’s cock begin to twitch and he choked out some sort of incoherent warning before his sticky ropes of cum shot down my throat. I kept sucking until every last drop was mine. Leo was practically crying as I finally released him.

“Th—thank you.” Leo stammered looking for his clothes.

“Don’t thank me yet. I’m not done with you. You’ve got a couple more rounds in you, get in the bed.”

Leo looked stunned but practically jumped into our bed. He watched as I discarded my bra and underwear and crawled into the bed with him.

“How do you want it?” I murmured while nipping at the skin on his neck.

“Hold me.” Leo sighed.

I knew exactly what he meant. We both rolled onto our sides while facing each other and tangled our legs together and I pulled him closer by wrapping my arms around him. I was positioned so he could bury his face in my chest and I rested my chin on his head. I decided to show some mercy and give him a little bit to recover from the last orgasm and I held him closely whispering Spanish phrases he had taught me into his ear. When he started rolling his hips softly against me, I let one of my hands travel between our bodies. He groaned when I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked it a few times before guiding him to my entrance. Leo cursed in Spanish and I could feel him breathing heavily against my chest. I began to move very slowly and he moaned softly. I started to pick up the pace a little bit, but it was still slow so I could draw this out as long as possible. Leo took one of my nipples in his mouth and he licked and sucked as he got lost in the sensation.

“Doing so good for me.” I said tugging gently on his hair.

“Oh fuck.” Leo whined, “Please, y/n, harder.”

I pushed him so he was on his back and I pinned his wrists above his head. I kissed his forehead and started rolling my hips into his as if my life depended on it. Leo’s eyes practically rolled into the back of his head and he made me feel like I was in a renaissance painting. His body beneath me glistened with sweat, his muscles were flexing, his curls were sprawled over the pillow, and he had that deep yearning look on his face as if he wanted to live the rest of his life and his afterlife in this moment. He looked so perfectly imperfect at this moment that I wouldn’t be surprised if he was painted into my life by Da Vinci himself. I didn’t think I could love him any more than I did already, but seeing him trust me so completely in his most vulnerable moments after the hell he had been through in his life and also see him enjoy it this much, well, it went straight to my heart and my ego.

“I’m cl—close,” Leo stammered, “c—can I cum, please?”

“Since you asked so nicely.” I said as I picked up the pace.

My leg muscles burned and I knew I was going to be sore after this, but I that didn’t matter. All I cared about was replacing any sadness Leo had with pleasure. It sounded almost pornographic as he approached his second orgasm. His moans were high pitched and desperate while the sounds of skin slapping and my dripping cunt filled the room. Leo came practically screaming my name and wildly trying to meet my hips with sloppy thrusts. He came harder than before and when I had worked him through his high I gently got off of him and wobbled my way out of the bed.

“Amor, no, stay.” Leo whined.

“Patience is a virtue, Valdez.” I laughed as I shakily walked to our dresser, “I’m coming back.”

Leo seemed to accept that in his tired state and fell back onto the pillows panting heavily. I returned to the bed with satin ribbons I wore with an outfit a few weeks ago.

“Remember these?” I asked.

“Yeah, you wore that outfit with those ribbons, it looked good.” He responded.

“Now they’re for you.” I said grinning.

“For me?” He asked.

“Yes.” I said bringing his wrists above his head and using the ribbons to tie his wrists to the headboard.

Leo gasped and looked at me wide eyes. I kissed his first wrist as I moved to his next wrist to tie that one and kiss it as well.

“Y/n, I can’t.” Leo replied.

“One more, mi Corazon, you can do it.”

“I can’t.” He whined.

His whines quickly turned to breathy moans when I started kissing his neck. He instinctively tried to move his hands to touch me and struggled against the ribbons. They were simple ribbons and he was a demigod and much stronger than the ribbons, and me even, so he very well could free himself if he wanted, but his softening cock was already hardening again and telling a different story.

“What was that?” I giggled.

“You’re going to kill me, but I’m going to be the happiest man in Elysium.” Leo groaned.

I wasted no time sinking back down on his cock hoping to build on any lasting effects from his last two orgasms. It unsurprisingly only took him a little bit to get close again and he began begging me to cum.

“Not yet,” I murmured as I slowed down, “gotta make sure I turn your brain to mush so you can’t be sad anymore.”

“Amor, my brain is a smoothie.” Leo whined.

“I don’t know, that sounded too coherent.” I laughed as I rolled my hips slowly and deeply.

After a few minutes of speeding up and slowing down, Leo’s frustrated babbling switched from English to Spanish to incorrect use of both English and Spanish words, so I was finally satisfied.

“Let go.” I finally said.

Leo was cumming almost immediately after I said that and I finished with him. I came really hard and I had to gasp for air with Leo. I had been unintentionally preventing my own orgasm this whole time, so when I finally let myself it hit like a ton of bricks. I untied Leo and we laid motionless for a good five to ten minutes before finally going to take a bath.

Leo slipped into the bath behind me and held onto me still halfway out of it from how overstimulated I got him.

“Te amo, mi vida.” Leo murmured, “Thank you. I can’t believe I survived that, but I feel much better.”

“You’re in for a world of surprise if you think that was a lot.” I laughed, “Next time you’re sad I’m not resting until your brain gets factory reset to no language at all.”

“What did I do to deserve such an amazing girlfriend who is dead set on killing me in the best possible way?”

Leo and I soaked in the bath for over an hour. What was great about having a pyrokinetic boyfriend was that the bath water never got cold. When we did get out, it was a little too early to go to bed, so I dragged Leo into the kitchen to surprise him with all the supplies to build a gingerbread house.

“Wait! Seriously? I’ve wanted to build a gingerbread house for so long!” Leo exclaimed.

A simple gingerbread house soon turned into an engineering project and we had a gingerbread village complete with citizens and vehicles by the time Leo finally gave in and stopped to go to bed. I was so tired and wanted to go to sleep hours ago, but the smile on Leo’s face was enough to equate to a million coffees. I had accomplished my mission of making him happy and it only took some elbow grease, gingerbread, and a couple orgasms.

Stand By Me (rewrite) – Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: This a rewrite of a ficlet I wrote like, two years back, because why not. You can find the original here.

Word count: 673

Your finger hovered over the “call” button on your screen for a good minute before you decided to throw it on your bed. It was a little after midnight, and he would be sleeping anyway. Still, you desperately needed to talk to Stiles- you desperately needed to know that he was alright.

The truth was, despite maintaining your composure, you had no idea how to handle the events that occurred the last two days. You could still hear Scott’s voice, repeating the words “Stiles is missing” over and over again. You could still hear Stiles’ voice repeating, “It’s called Frontotemporal Dementia, it’s what killed my mom” over and over again. This loop in your mind didn’t seem to come to an end.

You were a chronic insomniac, but this kind of sleep deprivation you were experiencing was painful because you couldn’t recall how long you had stayed awake. Sleeping pills didn’t seem to be much help either.

You knew what you needed- you needed him. His touch, his scent, his warmth- him. You wanted to call him, but you didn’t- it seemed like a selfish thing to do because you knew he was as exhausted as you were, if not more.

You kept biting your lips until you could taste the metal of blood in your mouth in an attempt to calm down before your tears became sobs. Your phone vibrating, thankfully, made you instantly snap out of your thoughts.

“Stiles?” you asked as soon as you picked up the phone. His heavy breathing from the other line had you agonizing before he finally spoke up. “Can I come to see you?” he asked. His voice was oddly calm but devastated at the same time.

Instinctively, you glanced at the flip clock on your nightstand. “It’s almost one-thirty in the morning,” you pointed out, a sigh escaping your lips. “Do you want me to come to pick you up?” you questioned after a moment of silence. “No, I got this,” Stiles answered in a weak voice, and you could already hear his Jeep keys jiggling. You weren’t quite sure it was safe for him to drive, but it was only a five-minute drive- hence, you gave in.

“Okay,” you whispered, “I will be waiting for you.” And with that, the line went dead.

No longer than ten minutes later, you had Stiles laying on your chest, his arm hugging your torso tightly. Your room was so quiet only the sound of your breathing could be heard, which actually calmed you down to the point you were moments away from being claimed by sleep.

“Stiles?” you suddenly asked, shooting a sitting position, causing him to sit up as well. It was too dark to distinguish his features, so your hand reached to cup his face- sure enough, you felt his tears moistening your palms like they had moistened your shirt.

“What’s wrong?” you whispered. Stiles let out a whimper. “I don’t know,” he said in a broken voice- you could tell he was really trying to hold back his tears to no avail. And you couldn’t blame him. Something happened to him the night of the eclipse, something he couldn’t pinpoint, and it had visible consequences.

“Something is fucking with my mind,” he cried. You couldn’t help silently crying, too, as all you could do was hold him and whisper soothing words in his ear. “We’ll figure it out, I promise,” you kept repeating.

When you and Stiles finally calmed down, the sun could be seen rising from your window, and you were both on the verge of collapse. “I think we need to sleep,” you said softly, running your fingers through Stiles’ messy hair, though he was already half-asleep. He didn’t respond, which was your cue to finally go to sleep, too.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” was the last thing to hear before you drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

You didn’t know for how long you were asleep, but when you woke up, Stiles was nowhere to be found.

Should’ve Done Your Homework – Aiden Steiner x Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Aiden Steiner x Reader

Summary: Theo Raeken has taken an interest on you while Aiden is out of town. Lydia, Stiles and Scott knock some sense into him.

Trigger warning: Cursing

Word count: 1.062

Theo Raeken had finally lost his patience.

He had noticed you the moment he returned to Beacon Hills, drawn in by your effortless grace and natural allure. You were breathtaking — without trying, without pretense, carrying yourself with an understated confidence that made you impossible to ignore. Confident. Sharp. Untouchable. Like you existed in a different league, and he wasn’t even worth a second glance.

So, he tried. Turned on the charm. Made conversation. Dropped little comments meant to test the waters.

Nothing. Not even a flicker of interest.

And now, standing in the middle of the school hallway, watching you walk away from him yet again, he had reached his limit.

He turned to Stiles, who was leaned against his locker, arms crossed over his chest, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He could barely contain his amusement at the situation unfolding before him. Scott, on the other hand, seemed genuinely uncomfortable, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as tension filled the air.

"Okay, seriously," Theo huffed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation, "what the hell is her problem?"

Scott and Stiles exchanged a quick glance, years of friendship allowing them to communicate volumes in that brief moment. "Her problem?" Stiles repeated, letting out a short, incredulous laugh. Scott pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly not wanting to be a part of this conversation that was rapidly heading south.

Theo clenched his jaw. "Yeah, her problem. She's been nothing but cold to me since I got here, treating me like I'm completely invisible."

"This gonna be fun," Lydia muttered to herself, inspecting a perfectly manicured nail with exaggerated interest, a slight smirk tugging at her lips.

"So, let me get this straight," she drawled, her voice dripping with carefully measured disdain, "you're pissed off because she doesn't fall for your 'nice guy' act? You show up out of nowhere, acting all smooth, throwing a few compliments and charming smiles around like confetti, and suddenly you're entitled to her attention? Is that what we're dealing with here?"

Theo rolled his eyes dramatically. "That's not what I am saying—"

"Then what are you saying, Theo?" Scott interrupted, his usually calm demeanor cracking. His patience was running thin, evident in the sharp edge to his words.

"She barely even acknowledges me," Theo snapped, throwing his hands up in frustration, his voice rising with each word.

Stiles let out a sharp breath, barely containing his mirth. "Oh my gosh. This is hilarious. This is absolutely priceless."

Theo glared at him, his eyes flashing dangerously. "How is this funny, Stilinski? Please, enlighten me."

"It's funny because you're about as self-aware as a brick wall. Actually, that might be insulting to brick walls. Seriously, Theo. You should've done your homework before going after Y/N."

Theo narrowed his eyes, suspicion creeping into his expression. "And why is that?"

"Oh, come on, Theo. You're a big, bad werewolf. Think," Lydia urged, an amused grin spreading across her lips.

Irritation flickered across his face. "Just spit it out already," he demanded, his patience wearing dangerously thin.

Stiles turned to Theo with mock sympathy, placing a theatrical hand over his heart. "My dear friend, she's taken."

"So what? I've never seen her with anyone. And it's High School," he scoffed dismissively, as if that fact alone made relationships temporary, easily breakable, mere child's play.

"Oh, wow, buddy," Stiles grinned, clearly enjoying this moment far too much, "you really thought she's single just because you haven't seen her making out in the hallways? That's adorably naïve of you."

Theo's brows furrowed deeply, confusion and frustration warring on his features. "I'm just saying if she's taken, then where is he? Who even is he? Because I haven't seen anyone worthy around here."

Scott, who was mostly quiet up until this point of the conversation, leaned in purposefully. His voice was low, steady, carrying a weight that demanded attention.

"Quick question, didn't you say the werewolf who bit you was killed by his own betas?"

"Yeah — what does that have to do with anything?" Theo responded, clearly struggling to connect the dots.

"Well, my little clueless fool," Stiles shook his head with a mischievous smile that threatened to split his face, "one of those betas is dating Danny. The other…" his voice trailed off meaningfully. He didn't need to finish the sentence, letting the implication hang heavy in the air.

Theo's eyes widened in realization, the color draining from his face. "No way."

"Yes way."

"Go ahead, Theo," Lydia clicked her tongue, savoring the moment like fine wine, "say his name."

"You're telling me Aiden fucking Steiner — the former Alpha — is dating Y/N*,*" Theo gasped in disbelief, pointing at you. You were stood by your locker at the end of the hallway, casually chatting with Malia — once again, not paying attention to him, not sparing even a fleeting glance towards his direction. "For how long? How long has this been going on?"

"Oh, not that long, really," Stiles replied, his grin stretching impossibly wider, "it's been like, what? Three, four years? Something like that. You know, just a casual long-term commitment."

"What?! So you're telling me she was dating Aiden even when he was after you? When everything was chaos?"

"Oh, yeah. Snuck around everyone's back. Very forbidden romance, enemies to lovers of them — expect, they were never enemies, you know," Lydia answered, clearly relishing every moment of Theo's growing discomfort. "And not only that—he's fiercely protective of her," she added. "More like psychotically protective," Stiles corrected.

"If he's so overprotective, then where is he now? I've seen his brother around, but him? Haven't seen him in weeks," Theo objected, his confidence returning.

Lydia gave him a knowing smirk. “So what? He’s gonna come back, eventually.”

“And if he finds out you’ve been obsessing over his girlfriend for weeks - well… see how that goes for you,” Scott added, his voice dead serious.

Theo remained silent.

“So, if you want to keep pushing, good luck,” Stiles finished, clapping Theo on the shoulder. “And if you need help arranging the funeral… I know a guy.”

Being Liam Dunbar's Twin Sister Would Include...

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

A/N: Requests are open.

Being born five minutes after Liam, and him constantly pulling the “I’m older” card

Fighting constantly over your toys when you were toddlers

Throwing food at each other

Pulling each other’s hair

Biting each other

Overall, being a constant headache to your parents until you reached adolesence

Being the only one able to calm him down during his outrages

Making sure he took his I.E.D. medication

Occasionally threating him to do so

Standing up for him against Brett

Making out with Brett

Transferring to Beacon Hills High with him

Stiles instantly taking a liking at you

You confronting Scott when he bit Liam

“What the hell were you thinking?! He has I.E.D.!”

Stiles agreeing with you

“I told him it was a bad idea.”

Helping Liam control the change and eventually becoming his anchor

Giving Hayden dirty looks every now and then

Making out with Brett during lacrosse games

Liam and Stiles not being happy about it

Being best friends with Mason

Sleepovers at your place with the pack

Falling asleep in Liam’s arms and him carrying you to your room

Liam comforting you after Brett’s death

Gabe and Nolan threating you

Mason standing up for you

Eventually going to different colleges

Missing him terribly

Facetiming every night

Surprise visits every now and then

Moving back to Beacon Hills together after finishing college

Caught In The Middle - Valerio Montesinos x Muñoz!Reader

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

Fandom: Elite

Pairing and other characters mentioned: Valerio Montesinos x Reader, Ander Munoz x Reader, Guzman Nunier, Lu Montesinos, Samuel Garcia, Carla Roson, Cayetana Grajera, Omar Shanaa

Summary: You are Ander's twin sister and have recently started dating Valerio. However, Ander doesn't approve of your relationship, and when an incident takes place during a party, he warns Valerio to stay away from you. {Requested}

Word count: 1781

Trigger warning: alcohol and substance abuse, attempted sa, violence, cursing

A/N: I'm noticing a lack of Elite fanfiction here on Tumblr, which I'm not very happy about. Please, feel free to send in requests, my loves.

“Out of all the boys in Las Encinas, you really had to sleep with this degenerate,” your brother’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Excuse me?” you questioned in disbelief. Normally, Ander would keep his opinions to himself- it wasn’t like him to intervene with your personal life- but it wasn’t like you to keep things from him either.

Ander took a deep breath. “When were you going to tell me?” he asked. You frowned, unsure of how you should respond. “Tell you what?” you replied, trying to buy yourself more time to think of an excuse.

Your twin rolled his eyes. “About you and Valerio. I had to find out from Omar, for God’s sake!”

You felt the blood on your face painting your cheeks red. It was obvious you couldn’t hide the truth from your brother any longer. “Look, cariño, I’m sorry,” you said softly. “I didn’t mean to keep it from you. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Ander’s expression softened. “Y/N, you’re my twin sister. You know you can always confide in me, right?”

“I know how much you dislike him,” you murmured. Ander picked up on the fact you avoided eye contact, and took a seat next to you on your bed. His wrapped his arm around your shoulder carefully, and pulled you closer to him.

“I don’t dislike Valerio,” he sighed, “I just don’t think he’s good for you.”

Ander had a valid point. Valerio had a reputation for being a troublemaker, and his involvement with drugs and partying was well-known around the school. Despite all that, you couldn’t help the way you felt about him.

“I understand what you’re saying, cariño,” you said, “but I just hope you can accept my choise.”

Ander took a deep breath before responding. “I will always support you, Y/N, no matter what. Just, promise me one thing.”

There was a moment of silence before he continued, during which you felt your heart pounding on your chest. “Promise me you’ll be careful, and that you’ll come to me if you ever need anything.”

You felt a wave of graditute wash over you as you hugged your brother tightly. “Thank you, Ander,” you breathed. “I promise.”

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As you swallowed the sixth vodka shot, you felt like your soul was elevating heavenwards. The sweet taste of gummy bears mixed with alcohol burned your throat and made you feel euphoric- like the world was still there, but for the moment, it didn't have you by the throat.

“You’re breathtaking tonight, Y/N,” Valerio whispered, his lips brushing over your exposed collarbone. You giggled and tittled your head slightly to the side, placing a soft kiss on his neck. “I could say the same thing,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

As the alcohol continued to flow through your veins, you started to feel lightheaded. The room around you spun in dizzying circles, and you struggled to keep your balance. Valerio noticed your unsteady movements and reached out to steady you, his hand gripping your arm tightly.

“Y/N, you okay?” he questioned. Even though you couldn’t hear his voice clearly enough, you could see the concern etching on his face. You tried to nod, but the room spun even faster, and you felt like you might be sick.

“I don’t feel so good,” you mumbled, your words slurring together. Valerio’s grip on your arm tightened, and he led you to a nearby couch, sitting you down carefully.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he reassured you, kissing you softly on the forehead. “I’ll go get you some water.” And with that, he disappeared into the crowd.

A few moments went by, and your dizziness only got worse.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your thigh, and you looked up to see a stranger leering at you. You tried to push him away, but your limbs felt heavy and uncooperative.

“Come with me, sweetheart,” he slurred, his breath hot and stale against your face. You tried to scream, but no sound came out, and the darkness swallowed you whole.

It didn’t take long for Valerio to return to the crowded living room, clutching a bottle of water in his hand. He searched for you in the sea of faces, and when he realized you were nowhere to be seen, he felt his heart skip a beat. As panic set in, he scanned the room once again. He spotted Samuel and Guzman chatting in a corner, and quickly approached them.

“Guys, have you seen Y/N?” he asked with a slightly shaken voice.

Guzman and Samuel exhanged a puzzled glance. “No, we haven’t seen her. Why?” Samuel replied. Valerio felt his heart sinking to his stomach, and his eyes darted the room for familiar faces one more time. He didn’t bother replying to Samuel before rushing to Lu and Carla.

“Lu, have you seen Y/N? I can’t find her anywhere.”

Lu shook her head. “No, sorry. We've been dancing together for the past hour.”

Valerio’s concern slowly evolved into fear. His mind conjured up horrifying scenarios, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had failed to protect you.

“Val, what’s going on?” Lu questioned, visibly concerned.

Valerio took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before explaining the situation. “It’s all my fault,” he murmured, the words weighing heavy on his chest.

“What’s going on?” asked Guzman, arriving at the scene along with Samuel, drawn in by the commotion.

“We can’t find Y/N,” Carla spoke up. The sense of urgency in her voice was palpable.

Guzman’s expression remained stoic as he tried to assess the situation. “Have you tried calling her?” he asked Valerio.

“I did just now. It’s going straight to voicemail,” Lu interjected.

Guzman's mind raced as he tried to piece together what had happened. "Vale. Where's Ander and Omar?" he questioned, his tone serious and firm. “They went to get some drinks, they should be back any minute now.”

“We have to split up and search for her. She must be somewhere in the house,” Carla said, taking charge of the situation. “I’m texting Ander to check the pool and the back yard. Me and Lu will go see if her car is still in the driveway, and you guys head upstairs.”

The group nodded in agreement, and quickly dispersed to search for any signs of you.

Guilt washed over Valerio in waves, threatening to drown him as he imagined the worst. He mentally cursed himself for ever letting you out of his sight, for not being more careful, for not protecting you like he should have.

“Cayetana, have you seen Y/N?” Samuel asked, desperation creeping into his voice. “Si, I saw her and Gabriel going to the attic. She seemed a bit disoriented,” the blonde replied, taking a sip of her drink.

“What? Why didn't you say something earlier?" Guzman snapped, his anger rising at the thought of you being in danger.

"I didn't think anything of it," Cayetana replied defensively, sensing the tension in the air.

“Puta madre!”

Without another word, the three of them raced up to the attic, their hearts pounding in their chests. As they opened the door, they saw you huddled in the corner, shaking with fear. And there, hovering above you, was Gabriel, a sinister smile on his face.

"Ugh, merda. I was just starting to have some fun with your girlfriend."

Guzman and Samuel stepped forward, flanking Valerio on either side as they faced off against Gabriel. Valerio's eyes flashed with anger as he noticed your bruised arms and bloodied shirt. "What the fuck did you do to her, cabron?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

“I didn’t-” Gabriel didn’t get a chance to reply, as Guzman’s chuckles met with his mouth. “You are gonna pay for this, joder!” he screamed. Gabriel’s feet stumbled, as he held his arms up in defense. “I swear, I didn’t do anything. I was just messing around.”

“Just messing around?” Valerio growled, feeling his blood boiling. “Valerio, por favor,” Samuel whispered, grabbing him before he had the chance to hit him as well. “She needs you.”

Meanwhile, you were still curled up in the corner, shaking violently. You tried resisting the urge to throw up, but the mix of alcohol and the metal taste of blood in your mouth weren’t much help. You cried out, in a desperate attemp to capture someone’s attention, but nobody seemed to had heard you.

You were well aware that Valerio and Guzman would never let Gabriel get away with this. The sounds of fists hitting flesh, the screams of your friends, and the shattering of glass all seemed to blend together into one sickening cacophony. Your heart was racing, and you felt like you were going to pass out any moment.

“Guzman, Valerio, eso es suficiente!” Lu screamed, hurriedly entering the attic. Carla, Ander, Omar and Cayetana followed close behind.

Ander and Carla wasted no time rushing next to you. “Y/N, what happened?” Carla asked. Her voice was slow and steady, but you could tell she was struggling to keep her composure.

You took a deep breath. The air, however, didn’t reach the bottom of your lungs. You felt like you were suffocating.

“Call an ambulance, now!” Ander demanded. And, for the second time tonight, darkness swallowed you.

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“I don’t want you near my sister ever again. You've been nothing but trouble lately, and I don't want her getting caught in the middle of it."

Valerio took a final drag out of his cigarette. "What are you talking about? Tonight wasn’t my fault- I didn’t do anything wrong."

"Maybe not intentionally," Ander replied firmly, "but you've been a bad influence on her."

Valerio sighed. “I guess I don’t have much of a choice, do I? At the end of the day, you never liked me.”

Ander watched as Valerio walked down the hospital corridor, feeling hurt and confused. He had never meant to cause any harm to you, and he couldn’t deny that he felt a deep sense of loss now that he couldn't be near you anymore. He knew that Ander was only looking out for his sister, and he respected that. Maybe someday, you could all be friends again, but for now, he would have to stay away.

Dating Scott McCall Would Include...

Having a crush on him since Kindergarten

Being best friends with both him and Stiles

Melissa acting like a mother to you

Being the school’s power couple

Sitting next to each other in class

Holding hands all the time

Quick kisses during breaks

Making out during lunch in the locker rooms

Cheering for him during practice

Wearing his letterman at all his games

Heated make out sessions

Sex in the car 

Love bites everywhere

Cuddling after sex

Cooking breakfast the morning after

Showering together

Singing in the shower while washing each other’s hair

Shower sex

Dressing up in his clothes afterward

Working at the animal clinic

Him being overprotective

Him glaring at Isaac or Liam whenever they try to flirt with you

Him wanting to keep you safe

Being his anchor

Him taking your pain away whenever you get hurt

Helping him during his asthma attacks

Being inseparable

Long late night conversations while nuzzling in his chest

Motorcycle rides 

Going to the same College

Getting married 

Being a Salvatore and dating Lydia Martin would include…

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner. 

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Initially, the Pack thinking you was some sort of a werewolf alternative, but a very hostile one

Having to find out the hard way you were not, since Peter tried poisoning you with wolf’s bane and it didn’t work out

“Try vervain next time.”

There wasn’t a next time

Because Lydia fell for you hard

But mostly because they were terrified of you

“So you are like… related to the Salvatores? Like related related?”

“Yeah.”

Conciliating with the Pack at some point to defeat a threat

Joining the Pack eventually  

Becoming inseparable with Lydia  

Hanging out at your place all day

Studying together

Cooking together

Driving late at night together

Gossiping

Listening to music together

Watching Netflix together

Showering together

Heated make-out sessions in basically every room the house

(Her favorite was your bedroom)

Painting each other’s nails

Borrowing each other’s bras

Going out on dates every weekend

Cuddling

Massaging each other

Exploring the full spectrum of her Banshee powers together

You being there for her when she overwhelmed by them

Glaring at Stiles every time she tried flirting with her

(Or Peter)

Lydia wanting to meet your brothers

You agreeing on taking her to Mystic Falls

(Stefan liked her. Damon tried to make a pass on her.)

Protecting her at all costs

Her offering you her blood

You denying at first

But knowing you were thirsty for her

Maintaining self-control to make sure you didn’t hurt her in any way

Having the best sex after

Getting accepted at the same College

Moving out of BH together

Having each other’s back forever and always