i'm the alpha now.

multi-fandom/au/canon, always looking for Sterek. feel free to send me an ask if you're interested! ( I prefer text posts )

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PS EVERYONE

I'm moving my roleplaying blog over to my main account instead of this subtumblr

so all my posts will be at angerismyanchor from now on. that'll be the tag I track too.

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I am so sorry I haven't been posting! I have no real excuse except laziness. :(

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Stiles tried to sleep the night after eating late with Derek, but in all honesty, it just didn’t happen. He couldn’t sleep if his life depended on it. I had all of these thoughts. Like, why did he have to be so awkward? He should know Derek Hale, leader of the “wolves” could never be gay, let alone interested in a Stiles Stilinski. He remembered laying in bed and rubbing his eyes at the embarrassment of his actions. 

“Man I am such a moron,” he mumbled to himself as he brushed his teeth and glanced at the mirror. His noticed his features, the fact that his hair had grown out a little bit. He liked it. “Well, someone will find me a handsome guy and a fine catch,” he nodded, shoving the confidence and self-love into his brain for safe keeping. He had to keep positive. Had to move on and forward. 

After he had finished the morning grooming and dressing, Stiles wandered down the steps to the dining area where he saw Derek and his sister. He blushed a little, taking the slightly used newspaper from the table and reading a little of it. 

“So..uh, anything new?” he asked, peeking over the paper. Stiles really wanted to forget the whole Derek-crush. Yeah, he hated to admit it, but he had fallen for this grumpy werewolf. It seemed like a nightmare. “Cause I mean, if its not dangerous, I kinda wanna do something fun. This house is nice and all, but being cooped up in here is driving me mad. Is there anywhere humans can go for fun or..” he paused, thinking, “so I like need an escort. Kind of ridiculous. We should just frickin’ get along but noooo~” he forced himself to stop talking and avert his eyes from Derek’s groggy, tired face back to the newsprint. 

(( I super apologize for the long wait. Finals are over and I am officially on holiday break soooo yeeaaaahh yayyy~ hope this is ok! ))

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A few important werewolf politicians joined them today, as well as a couple of his generals and some of the other supernatural dignitaries, the buzz of gentle conversation and clatter of silverware against plates unexpectedly soothing Derek's frayed nerves. He was left alone, in breakfast tradition, to eat his toast and talk with Laura. It did not escape his notice that there was a distinct lack of human representation that morning in the form of Stiles, but he tried his hardest not to fixate.  In an professional and objective manner, Derek knew that any sort of casualness was dangerous--not only did it complicate things but it put the goal at risk, and that was not something he could afford to do. From now on, he had to keep a tight rein on his emotions and lock away the affection he felt toward Stiles. It would be best for everyone in the long run, and what was a little uncomfortableness and secret pining to him? He'd dealt with much worse before, and probably would again.

It was easy to make resolutions when the very thing you wanted to abstain from was absent, and he was leaning back in his chair, surveying everyone and shrugging in response to something Laura had asked him, when Stiles entered the room. Aborting the motion of bringing a glass of water to his lips, Derek nodded curtly in the human's direction as people resumed their breakfast. Watching graceful fingers unfurl his discarded newspaper captured Derek's attention, his gaze trailing up as Stiles spoke to him, and he heaved a sigh. This was going to be harder than he expected. Still, Derek was an expert in self-sacrifice, and when he really tried he was usually successful at pushing everything else out when he needed to focus on business at hand. 

"I'll have my assistant bring a list of the proposed activities we drew up for you. You won't be limited to those, of course, but I had it made assuming you wouldn't already know what possibilities there were. What are you interested in?" Stiles seemed off today, almost...skittish. Motioning to a servant to get his assistant, he pushed the observation out of his mind for now.

( omg sorry it sucks so bad lol idk if you have an idea what they should do? feel free to send me a message or smth )

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Theresa gave Peter a flat look. “Kate deserved every inch of pain she got.” Theresa looked at the floor and shook her head. “I need a smoke.” She said and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “I’m assuming since we’re in an abandoned subway tunnel there’s no rule on smoking?” she lit her cigarette and took a drag, looking at Stiles. “You can eat now, I’m done talking.” Stiles who had forgotten about his food for the moment picked it up and started eating, realizing how hungry he still was. His hands shook a little with the plastic fork. He was so done with being in that abandoned tunnel, eating lukewarm Thai food, stuck next to creepy-Pete the un-dead werewolf.

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"Oh, I'm not apologizing." Peter grinned. "Merely acknowledging what I consider to be one of my triumphs. I understand that there could have possibly been a certain amount of...awkwardness in my confession, but I thought the chances of that were slim, given your current status as black sheep and...fugitive, if I might use the term loosely." Peter smirked, his words accompanied by a graceful flourish of slender fingers. 

Derek frowned at Theresa, who didn't seem to need an answer to her question. "Actually, I don't like cigarette smoke. Put it out or take it outside." He replied gruffly, staring at her unblinkingly. He didn't like the way she just seemed at ease there on his couch, bossing Stiles about and doing what she pleased. Classifying her in his mind as not an immediate threat, that didn't mean her story was definitely true. The fact that she was an Argent made him wary, because he knew full well that there were members of that family who weren't averse to dirty and underhanded schemes. 

Planting someone with a sob story like hers would be a good plan, and although he still had his doubts that she was sent by the Argents rather than chased by them, it didn't change the fact that no matter what, she was still trouble. Derek was thinking about this as he tuned everything out around him. It would be hard to refuse someone help if they needed it, but she didn't mean anything to him--the people of Beacon Hills meant something to him, even if they couldn't give a shit about some sort of fucked up prodigal son with no home to return to. 

The quiet electric thrum against his leg surprised him when his cellphone went off, signaling a text message. Pulling it out, he was confused for a moment to see that it was a text from Stiles. Supposing that it might be a message that had been delayed or something, he opened it and had to smother the desire to smile.

"Stiles, the rest of this doesn't involve you. I think it's time you left." Derek fixed his steady stare toward the boy, his demeanor not inviting a refusal--even though he knew Stiles wasn't going to give him one. Still, he could tell, now that he wasn't so focused on Theresa as a possible threat, that Stiles was uncomfortable, and that made perfect sense. He was on Derek's territory, in an abandoned building with three werewolves--none of whom were necessarily his friends, and one of them was a stranger. Of course he'd be uncomfortable, Peter had really not been doing anyone any favors in dragging him along. Derek had allowed it for a number of reasons--it was polite, Stiles was at least an ally if not pack, and he wanted Theresa to know that everyone in Beacon Hills was under their protection. 

Peter might laugh at him for his paranoia, Stiles might roll his eyes, everyone might say "she's just a kid" but none of them knew, they didn't understand the truths that Derek had learned in his life. You never underestimate someone. Not a human, not an omega, not some teenage girl. There was always the possibility that a demon lurked behind kind smiles and innocent eyes, and he wasn't going to put everyone in jeopardy because he didn't want to hurt her feelings. No, better to be safe and set the tone for any future interactions than to make the same mistakes over and over.

As Derek stood up and jerked his head in the direction of the stairs, Peter gave a low chuckle. Crossing his legs, he cast a heavy lidded little smile at Derek, his gaze sliding over to Stiles. "Leaving so soon, Stiles? I do hope you'll come visit us again." His voice was smooth, his tone one of mild amusement, the expression on his face an almost indecipherable combination of knowing and mirth. It made Derek itch, and he hated that he couldn't trust his uncle wholeheartedly as he had once done. A little voice in the back of his mind said that was his fault too, but he pushed it away to lead Stiles out, casting a pointed look in Peter's direction.

Once they were outside, Derek sighed through his nose. "I'm glad you came with us," he stated hesitantly, watching Stiles' face apprehensively. He felt like he should apologize, but he wasn't entirely sure what for. "It's best if we all show a united front to anyone new. Whether she turns out to be an asset or a liability, or even an enemy, she needs to know how things are right from the start."  

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Stiles huffs softly under his breath and motioning for Derek to step away from the window and further into his room, he walks around the man to close the blinds over his window. He’s not entirely pleased by what’s happening, but he can’t say that he doesn’t feel a spike of excitement at the possibility that Derek might actually be involving him in something big, and the dramatic climbing up the wall of his house was just an interesting bonus. Or, Stiles could consider this to be the way he dies, because while Derek is a man of the law, he’s still an enormous, broody werewolf with a gun, and Stiles hadn’t exactly been the least annoying person Derek’s come across. Perhaps it was some sort of psychotic break, and Stiles was high up on a list of Derek’s personal enemies. So cautiously, Stiles makes a move for his computer’s desk and chair nonchalantly, totally cool and at ease with the fact that Derek’s broke—okay, Stiles did let him in, but did he honestly have a choice?—into his house and started flapping papers around under his nose. Should he make it to one piece to the desk, who would blame him for going for his baseball bat resting just behind and to the side of it? His dad would be proud of his precaution, though perhaps cuff him up the side of his head for allowing a man into his room through the window, and not immediately wonder why he didn’t use the front door. Feeling a stab of misery in the gut of his stomach, he snatches the papers away and casts his eyes over the start of the folder. With a scowl, he rolls his eyes heavenward and turns away, stalking towards the desk and plopping down in the chair at the front of it, papers still clutched in his hands. “I’m not agreeing to anything like that until you tell me what I’m looking at, and why. So just calm down,” Stiles mutters, opening the folder and spreading out some of the papers over the desk, shoving his keyboard and forgotten homework to the side to make room. Something in the way Derek had spoken to him eased some of his earlier ‘serial killer paranoia’ and while he felt that Derek’s tone had striven to be threatening, he just couldn’t feel wary or intimidated by the man any longer. “This is the police report. One of them.” Stiles picks up one of the pieces of papers and skims it. “They let me read a portion of it so that I’d stop bothering them.” He snorts at the way the report is worded, as though it’d been some kind of random attack made by a wild animal, and that there was little to be done for the case if it was indeed some rabid omega. An omega who would more than likely be caught for some other ‘random’ act of violence and be put to death without any knowledge of his prior crimes. Stiles sighs and tosses the paper away to look through the rest. His brow meets high on his forehead, a look of confusion, and he picks through more papers that are about Peter Hale and his various dealings and whereabouts in the past few weeks. He cocks his head back and motions for Derek to come forward. “What is this?”

{ sorry if this sucks, it's supa late and I wrote it while I was half watching supernatural haha }

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Stiles sat awkwardly on the couch that could barely be passed off as a couch, being steered by Peter who then sat down nearly on top of him. Stiles scooted as far as the couch would allow away from Peter, which wasn’t very far. Theresa sat on the other couch on the end nearest Derek. “Hey, don’t knock the paper plates.” Theresa said, gesturing at them. “They hold your food and when you’re done you can just toss them. No wasting money on soap to clean dishes you’re rarely gonna be using,” she said, grabbing the container of orange chicken stir fry and putting some on a plate for herself. She added a couple teriyaki packets and adeptly maneuvered a pair of chop sticks to begin eating. She thought it was stupid that a Thai place gave out chop sticks, but she didn’t mind. Food was food, she was lucky to have that.

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Stiles looked up in surprise when light from the building spilled out into the alley, dimming only for a moment as Derek walked outside. The mugger aiming a gun at Stiles brought him back to reality by hitting him in the side of the face with it. “I said hand over everything.” “Right, I heard you.” Stiles snapped, tears welling in his left eye from the pain in his cheekbone. He started fumbling through his pockets to stall the mugger, even though he knew exactly where his wallet was and how much money was in it. “You know, I’m not sure what good it’s going to do, me handing you everything. If I don’t do it fast enough, you’ll shoot me. If I do it, you’re bound to shoot me anyway, since I know exactly what your face looks like. And now I have proof that you hit me with your gun. Which, by the way, tells me that it’s not loaded.” The mugger called Stiles’ bluff and fired a shot at the wall, just over Stiles’ head. “Well, now I have one less bullet, but believe me. It’s loaded.”

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"Hey." Derek called out as he sauntered down the alleyway, not wanting to startle the mugger--that was something he'd learned the hard way. Surprising someone with a gun was a good way to get yourself--or, worse, someone else--shot, and he'd rather not have a repeat. Words were best, even if just to distract until he could get in and take the man down. He still wasn't feeling a hundred percent, his wounds still fresh enough, though the bones in his ribs had begun to knit together. Still, better to handle a delicate situation like this with a little tact.

"Stay outta this, buddy, or I'll demonstrate for my friend here just how serious I am." Although the mugger kept the young man pinned to the wall, he trained the gun at Derek. Relatively unfazed, Derek paused and threw his hands up in the air, shrugging. "Hey look, all I was gonna say is...kid looks like slim pickin'. Like he ain't got more than a coupla bucks in his pocket. Don't seem worth the effort. I, on the other hand, just got paid." Flashing a deceptive grin, he let his hands drop and patted the pocket of his jacket. "Let the kid go an' you can help yourself." He stood still, observing his opponent. Draw him in, take him out.

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Dear rp partners:

I’m sorry for being such a shitty partner. I take ages to respond and most of it isn’t worth the wait and you get to it almost instantly. I get absorbed by things and neglect others.

Thank you for sticking with me. I love you.

-The mun.

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{ hope that's okay!! }

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OOC

iprincealii replied to your post: OOC

WOO! I’m so glad! <3 < 3 I LISSED YOU SO MUCH, D:

haha wow you've been busy while I was gone!!

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OOC

oookay so finally moved into my apartment and the wifi here doesn't suck (imagine that) so now I can do more than just access my email and sometimes google translate if it's feeling fancy

I worked on a couple posts but have mostly been pretty busy/tired

so posting will commence tomorrow for me, early AM for you guys....

just so you know I'm 14 hours ahead of EST :D  so just add two hours to EST and then switch AM to PM

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OOC

okay so tomorrow I am flying out to South Korea! I will probably not be posting for some time, it really depends on the whole wi-fi situation. I have no idea when I will have internet, but I will be working on posts even when I don't have internet access, so never fear...I haven't forgotten or lost interest in our RPs!

if you want to see any of my travel stuff, I'm going to start a new travel blog for it > addyinkorea :)

love to you allllll

addy

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"Wait, wait." Stiles stammered. "I think you misunderstood. I'm not looking for the type of woman who, um..." He felt his cheeks heating up and grimaced, ducking his head. "I'm not what a person would call chaste, by any means, but I prefer my gals to enjoy my company, not my wallet." He took a deep breath before looking up, hesitant to meet Derek's eyes because he knew he was still blushing like a bride on her wedding night.

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Derek let out a sharp bark of laughter at the flustered expression on Stiles' face. It was rare to find someone connected to his family that would have the least compunction about enjoying a prostitute's favors, and most men outside of the business only pretended to be offended. Stiles seemed genuinely discomposed by the idea, and it was really quite intriguing. Derek was accustomed to interacting with many a shady character, and Stiles was, as always, refreshing to converse with. "My apologies, Mr. Stilinski." "What exactly are you looking for?"

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haleinahandbasket replied to your post: OOC POST

ooc: addy, y u no ask perry? y. rude.

OOC: ahahaha. PERRY I AM GOING TO MAKE A GAMBIT SIDEBLOG JOIN ME IN AN RP OKAY

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OOC POST

okay so not even remotely teen wolf related but

is anyone interested in a Rogue x Gambit X-Men RP

because can anyone say otp

ps I've never read the comics just have been rewatching the cartoon of my childhood and I don't know how I missed this ship...

anyway, send me a message or something if you're interested!

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Stiles relief at being able to leave and let them do their werewolf-y stuff was abruptly ruined whenever Peter invited not just Theresa to dinner, but to him. He could help but swallow a little hard at Peter’s weird way of smiling at people like he was tired but also trying to seduce them at the same time. Peter’s habits weren’t the issue at hand, however. Stiles tapped his hands on his thigh, pressing his lips together in a thin line before saying, “Well, hard to say no to free food.” He glanced at Derek and then looked at Theresa.

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Stiles pulled his hood over his head and got out of the Jeep he had parked in a darkened lot downtown. From there, he kept to the shadows for the three blocks it took him to walk to an abandoned building. He could hear police sirens in the distance and crossed his fingers for a moment, hoping that tonight wouldn’t be the night that they caught on to what was happening under their noses. He was wealthy enough to get out of jail right away, but he didn’t want his name plastered all over newspapers. The dark red hooded jacket kept him anonymous - not that anyone bothered asking his name and occupation. He had ended up there one night when he couldn’t sleep, but kept coming back to watch the fights that took place there. One fighter in particular intrigued him: Derek Hale.