1. When and why did you start watching Teen Wolf?
I started watching it in 2013 I think. I don’t really remember if season 3a had started yet but it probably did not long after I finished the first two seasons. I started watching because of tumblr basically :p I had seen some gifsets with Stiles mostly and the scenes seemed funny, so I gave it a shot ^^
2. Who’s your favorite character? Are you like this character in any way? I think Stiles will always be my favorite character. I love that he’s the soul of the pack, that despite his lack of supernatural powers he keeps fighting. He doesn’t need claws to be special and brave. I love his devotion to his friends and to the mysteries that need to be solved. I also love his sarcasm obviously.
I think I could be kind of like him. I think I can be really devoted to the people I love. I have (intellectual) potential that I don’t really use in school, I get distracted too. I’m also an adept of sarcasm and I think I could also be more the goofy/funny sidekick rather than the real center of attention, the hero, the main character.
(But tbh, Lydia is almost number 1 too. I love how her character has developped. I love her strengh and the relationships she has with the others. I really really really love her x3)
3. What’s your favorite season? I’ve rewatched the show recently and it was really nice. I understood some things I hadn’t before, I kind of made peace with some plot issues, I tried to appreciate the show as it was (even with its many flaws :p). I used to say that my favorite season was s2 but I actually think my fave season is 3a. It’s the first I’ve watched week after week, and I remember beeing totally into it, crying when Allison/Scott/Stiles sacrifice themselves. I loved the druid/darach/emissaries mythology. I loved that Lydia started to embrace her powers, and many other things. There are also a lot of disappointing things, but I still loved it.
4. Is there a scene that is really emotional for you? So many! First, the “Scott you’re my brother” scene in Motel California, the sacrifice scene with Scott/Stiles/Allison, then Allison’s death obviously, and when Scott wrote “AA” in the premiere of season 5, I honestly cried.
5. Who’s your favorite villain? Jennifer Blake or Theo Raeken. Cause they’re manipulative assholes (well Theo is much worse) and it’s interesting to see them gain the trust of the other characters and destroy everything. I love to hate them.
6. What’s your favorite canon/fanon romantic relationship? Canon: if I had to pick one it would be scallison (2:marrish 3:scira). Fanon: Sterek. Or Sheriff + Melissa.
7. What’s your favorite canon/fanon platonic relationship? It’s so hard to pick only one. I would pick either Scott/Lydia (cause their rltship development is so cool and they’re so sweet) or Stiles/Lydia (cause I love how much they care about eachother and they pay attention to one another, they’re there for one another. It’s a really precious platonic relationship. I’m really glad they’re “just” friends tbh)
8. If you could have one thing in canon that’s not ship related, what would it be? That the characters find some moments to chill and to hang out with eachother. That Derek comes back and really becomes friends with the rest of the pack.
9. If you could have one thing in canon that is ship related, what would it be? I don’t know, maybe Sheriff Stilinski and Melissa starting to flirt and both f them being all awkward at their first dates and together etc.
10. Tell us something positive about Teen Wolf! I know there’s a lot of bad things to say about the show: the treatment of some storylines and character developments. But honestly, the characters and relationships are still great. For a show about teenage werewolves, it still has mature aspects and great actors, and I think Jeff does have really awesome ideas. The cast is pretty cool too ^^ There’s just something that makes me wanna keep watching :)
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bellarke drabble, based on this gif:
the zombie!au that nobody asked for and has probably been done
Bellamy had always had a bit of a one track mind. Whatever he was focusing on at any given moment, nothing else could pull his attention from it. And right now, in this abandoned grocery store in the middle of nowhere, all he could think about was sex.
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the ideal time, but when the closest anyone had come to touching his dick in the months since the world had gone to complete shit was a roamer who tried to bite it off, it was hard not to find the hot blonde with the gun pointed at him a major turn on.
He was well aware of how ridiculous his current fantasy of pushing her against the empty freezers and feeling her back arch against him was, so shut up, okay?
“If you’re going to shoot me, could you do it soon? Otherwise, I want to head back to camp before dark,” Bellamy said dryly, hands raised in the air more out of sarcasm than any wish to placate the girl.
A crease appeared in the girl’s forehead out of surprise, and he absolutely hated himself by the ridiculous desire to kiss the crease away that made him almost step forward. He’d understand being shot for a lot of things, but for wanting to kiss a stranger? How embarrassing.
“You have a camp,” the blonde said, not asking but repeating. Her grip on the gun didn’t relax, but he thought he saw her hand drop just the slightest bit. “Are you alone?”
Bellamy’s thoughts drifted back to the camp, where Octavia would be preparing her kill for dinner, and Raven would be tinkering away with all the gadgets they’d found while Jasper and Monty cracked stupid jokes that over time had come to mean everything. He thought about the ones they’d lost, Murphy, Miller, Finn. And finally, he answered.
“Here at the store, yes. At my camp, no.”
The girl studied him for a very long time, before slowly lowering her gun, though she still watched him warily. Bellamy lowered his arms, shaking them out a little with a teasing smile as if holding them up for a few moments had tired him, and she rewarded him by letting the crease fall from her forehead. In this world, he knew that was a smile.
“Carry on,” the girl said before returning to the shelves she’d been pilfering herself, and he noticed that she was only taking enough for one person, and that she wasn’t hoarding. She was only taking what she needed. Bellamy felt a little gluttonous as he took almost triple what she did, but he remembered that he was feeding a camp.
“Are you alone?” Bellamy asked, breaking the silence when they both reached the same shelf, peering at each other through the metal slats from opposite sides. “What’s your name?”
She looked up from a can of beans that she’d been studying absently, eyes full of surprise for a moment before settling back into her obviously carefully guarded nature. “I am. I don’t give my name. You can call me C.”
Bellamy nodded, reaching out and dropping a can of sliced pineapple into his backpack, mouth watering at the thought of the fruit as a side dish that evening. “That’s brave of you. You can call me B, then.”
C’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not brave of me. It’s necessary. People make you weak, relationships make you weak. There’s no room for that here.”
Satisfied with what she had, she started toward the door, and though Bellamy was fully aware that he could be doing the wrong thing and she’d shoot him on the spot, he still leapt out and grabbed her arm to stop her.
“Hey now, that’s where you’re wrong. You think being alone in this makes you strong? Walking the ground and avoiding the roamers and being alone with your thoughts day after day? That makes you stronger than me?” Bellamy let go of her arm, straightening up. “Having people to rely on doesn’t make you weak.”
C crossed her arms over her chest, and he was pleased that she didn’t seem to want to shoot him, though he thought maybe he was still at risk for a punch or slap. “Having people to lose will make you weak.”
Bellamy’s thoughts almost wandered back to their friends that they’d lost, but he stopped himself, staying focused on the girl in front of him. “We lost people back before the world went to shit, Princess. Now we just lose them much more violently.”
C studied him for a moment that seemed to drag on for hours, but he knew it was only seconds. He was expecting her to leave without another word and he’d never see her again (why did that thought sadden him?) or to continue to argue with him.
He wasn’t expecting her to surge forward and kiss him harder than he’d ever been kissed in his life, but as he felt a twitch south of his belt, he couldn’t bring himself to be too mad about it.
“Don’t call me that,” C said against his lips before biting down on his bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood and shit, if pointing a gun at someone could be translated into foreplay, it would be this.
“Then tell me your name,” Bellamy grunted as he pushed her toward the shelves they’d vacated moments before, feeling satisfaction pulse through him when the way he roughly shoved her into the shelf caused cans and bottles to crash to the floor.
She didn’t speak any more after that, not as she yanked her own shirt over her head, or his, not when he pulled off her bra (gently because he knew how hard they were to come by, thank you) and lowered his lips to suck dark bruises into her pale, scarred skin. He slipped a hand into her pants and when he felt how wet she was, he groaned and had to dip his head into her shoulder, licking at the sweat there as he composed himself.
Foreplay wasn’t necessary, not when it had clearly been so long for both of them, and in minutes she was turned away from him, elbows resting on an extended part of the shelf and one hand gripping the thin metal support beam, and it was such a beautiful sight that he could’ve stared forever instead of doing something about it.
But then she was saying something along the lines of “fuck me now or I’ll shoot you” and yeah, okay, he could do that.
Bellamy pushed into her from behind. There was nothing gentle about it, and the shelf shook violently as he drove into her relentlessly, watching the way sweat beaded and dripped down her back, and he traced the drops with his fingertips, feeling her shiver underneath his touch.
On instinct, he leaned over as he fucked her just a little bit harder to cover her hand gripping the shelf with his own, and she didn’t resist, only cluctching harder as both their knuckles turned white.
The grocery store was alive for the first time in nearly a year with their moans, and their ‘oh Gods’ and ‘yeah, just like thats’ and Bellamy could’ve stayed in that moment forever, lost in the way she felt around him, the way she moaned without any inhibitions.
It’d been so long, and Bellamy knew he was close, but he refused to go over that edge without taking her with him, so he snaked his free hand around to her front to circle his fingers messily around her clit. It only took one, two, three circles before she was whimpering, and quickly, he whispered against the shell of her ear, “My name is Bellamy. Scream it.”
And she did, and it was like hearing music for the first time since the dead had started walking the planet, and just before he could release moments after her, she managed to pant out, “Clarke. It’s Clarke.”
He didn’t scream her name, instead burying it into the skin of her back with his lips as he came, and he felt the way she trembled underneath him. He knew she was crying. He wondered how long it had been since she had heard her name spoken by someone.
Gingerly, Bellamy pulled out, and they both straightened. He moved to put on his clothes, but her hand covering his again stopped him. She was completely naked, and there was a long scar on her right thigh that he wanted to kiss until it melted away, and she looked so vulnerable that he wondered what exactly had happened to her along the way.
“I– Is there room?” Her voice was soft, and her sentence that sounded incredibly incomplete confused him for a moment, before realization dawned on him.
She was asking about his camp.
A wide grin broke across Bellamy’s face, and God he’d just met this girl but he couldn’t stop himself from surging forward like she’d done earlier so he could kiss away that crease in her forehead. His stomach fluttered at the way it smoothed beneath his lips.
“We’ve been looking for a princess to join us, actually.”
She didn’t shoot him for that, but she did smack him hard across his bare chest.
(A week later found them back in the store with Clarke on the customer service desk and Bellamy’s head between her legs, bringing her closer and closer to euphoria, and yeah, maybe people didn’t mean being weak.)
