hi! so, random question but fo you think theo would br the kind to talk in his sleep? (don't know if you already have a prompt or headcanon with it planned but... thoughts?) 👀🌜
SJKBFSKJBD- i'm writing a wolverine fic rn, but this is OBVIOUSLY much more important <3
theo talking in his sleep
pairings — theo raeken x fem!reader
summary — how it would be to be in a relationship with theo and him sleep-talking!
word count — 224 words.
warnings — mentions of theo’s past and the pack, soft!theo and reader literally having heart eyes for him, mentions of theo have nightmares, ptsd, bad sleep issues, sleep-talking, a lot of mental health issues and self-hatred/loathing, use of pet-names [princess].
notes — no, because the way i literally just stopped my plans to finish my logan fic just so that i could write this really quick. also, i decided to add the reader being with him and in a relationship with him. i hope that’s okay and i THINK that’s what you meant. i also decided to turn this into a drabble, instead of a head-canon. gif and divider creds to owner!
p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3
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OKAY, SO THIS ONE… LITERALLY has me awing right now.
anyways, i feel like he’d either have nightmares from his past — i mean, c’mon, he has ptsd, you can’t tell me otherwise — or trouble sleeping because it.
but, let me tell you, when this man does actually sleep, he sleep-talks. alot.
and it’s usually about how many people he had potentially hurt.
i mean, this man did redeem himself — mostly this was proven when he’d always helped the pack and sacrificed himself for them, plenty of times, and also from finally graduating high school.
but, he still struggles with his image on himself and his mental health.
when it’s his bad sleep-talking — where he’s just suffering in his sleep, [y/n] makes sure to wake up immediately and comfort him.
he’ll lean over and just lay his head on her chest, until he’s completely calmed down.
but, when it’s just him muttering random things in his sleep, his girlfriend can’t help but always giggle at how adorable he is.
he usually wakes up by this point. and when he does, he tries to pretend he was doing no such thing.
“princess, i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he’ll shrug and refuse to look her in the eye.
and [y/n]? well, let’s just say she never lets him live it down.
Summary: You’re Scott’s sister and Liam’s girlfriend. Things seem to be going well between you and Liam until Hayden shows up and seems to take away a lot of your boyfriend’s attention.
A/N: I’m so sorry that this took so long. I️ haven’t been super inspired lately and also college is a thing that exists unfortunately. I’m not entirely sure how I️ feel about how this turned out, but I️ really hope you like it.
Liam Dunbar made you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. He was an amazing boyfriend, and things were great between you two.
That was until Hayden came into the picture. You trusted Liam and knew he would never cheat on you, but there was no denying that he and Hayden had bonded pretty much instantly, and the two of them started spending more and more time together.
You were totally fine with it. At least, that was what you kept telling yourself and everyone else.
Liam had been completely oblivious to your jealousy. Part of you couldn't blame him, since you were in denial yourself. So, the first person to notice was your brother, Scott.
“Are things okay between you and Liam?” he asked you in a soft tone, brows furrowed in concern.
You nodded tightly.
“Of course, things are great! Why wouldn’t they be?” you dismissed.
“You seemed really upset when he said he was hanging out with Hayden,” he pointed out.
You took a deep breath, extra careful too maintain your composure.
“Me? Upset? Why would I️ be upset?” you asked, feigning obliviousness.
Scott’s concerned expression didn’t disappear. In fact, it only intensified.
“Scott, I’m fine, really. Look, I️ have like a ton of work to do and really don’t want to talk about this right now,” you dismissed.
It was clear as day that your brother was unconvinced. Still, he simply nodded and backed off.
As much as you tried to keep convincing yourself that everything was fine, it grew far more difficult as Hayden grew more and more intrusive. It seemed like she was constantly calling or texting Liam, even late at night.
As a result, the two of you hadn’t been spending nearly as much time together, despite it not being too long ago that you were inseparable.
Eventually, the two of you finally got some alone time and you were ecstatic to have Liam all to yourself once again. You felt his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer as you pressed your lips against his. That was when you two were abruptly interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. It was Hayden. Of course.
“Is it okay if I️ take this?” he asked.
At his words, you put on the biggest fake smile you could muster.
“Of course,” you said.
“Thanks, you’re the best,” he replied.
You nodded, swallowing tightly.
“Uh huh. I’m actually kinda tired and I️ think I️’m gonna head home anyway,” you said before making a swift exit. Part of you wanted him to go after you. He didn’t.
It wasn’t until the next Pack meeting that you'd officially had enough. You thought you were fine -- that you’d be able to keep yourself together. That was when Liam’s stupid phone rang.
“That’s probably your girlfriend calling,” you grumbled. It was quiet, but more than loud enough for the werewolves present to hear you loud and clear.
Liam looked at you, confused.
“What? You’re right here,” he said, puzzled.
You sighed.
“No, not me. Your other girlfriend. Or at least the girl you wish was your girlfriend!” you snapped.
He shook his head.
“[Y/N]...what are you talking about?” he asked, concerned.
“Admit it, Liam: you’d rather be with Hayden than me!” you exclaimed as everyone else watched you uncomfortably.
“No, that’s not true,” he argued.
You rose to your feet, having had enough.
“Whatever. Don’t wanna keep her waiting,” you bit before storming outside.
When you were alone, you took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. It wasn’t like you to make a scene like that, but you were just so mad.
Suddenly, you jumped, feeling a hand touching your shoulder. You whirled around to see Liam.
“What? Hayden didn’t want to talk after all?” you asked sarcastically.
Liam sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Okay, I️ got the hint. I’m terrible boyfriend,” he said. “Now can we please just talk about this?”
You shrugged.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” you lied.
“Yes, there is. Why didn’t you tell me that me spending time with Hayden bothered you?” he asked sincerely.
You sighed.
“Because I’m your girlfriend. Of course you spending literally all of your time with another girl would bother me. I️ shouldn’t’ve had to say anything,” you asserted.
Liam nodded, his expression ridden with guilt.
“You’re right. And I’m sorry. I️ never meant to hurt you. I️ promise Hayden is just a friend. I️ love you, [Y/N],” he said.
“I️ love you, too,” you replied sheepishly.
Gently, he took your hand in his, stroking it with his thumb.
Stiles Stilinski x Reader [PROMPT #19: “on a scale of one to ten, how much do you think they’re going to kill me?” “like a solid 9.5 for sure.”]
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Prompt(s): #19: “on a scale of one to ten, how much do you think they’re going to kill me?” “like a solid 9.5 for sure.”
Mood/Emotion: amused
Requested By: @lusyschwa
Stiles was pacing around his room, while you were on his bed staring at your friend going through an internal panic. You rolled your eyes- Stiles did have an overactive imagination and today it was in full force.
“Stiles! Stiles!” you call out to him.
He stopped moving and turned to face you, his eyes still wide.
“What?” he asked, not meaning to snap.
“Stiles, you need to stop pacing and tell me what’s going on,” you laugh, “Ever since I walked in, you’ve been running a marathon on the spot- and you still haven’t told me why.”
He sat down next to you, but wouldn’t look you in the eyes.
“I... I may have done something terrible.”
“May have?”
“I... I crashed Roscoe.”
“Your jeep?!”
Stiles cringed.
“My dad...” Stiles murmured, “On a scale of one to ten, how much do you think they’re going to kill me?”
“Like a solid 9.5 for sure,” you smirked, amused.
He groaned again.
“I’m kidding, Stiles. How bad is the damage? It still works, right?” you ask, reaching out to touch his face and make him look at you.
“Yeah.. I think so...”
Stiles can barely talk, his heart is racing. His eyes connected with yours and he suddenly feels like a mess. The contact of your hand to his face was causing him to blush heavily.
“Then, everything will work out fine. It always does for us,” you smile.
He only nods, fearing if he speaks he’ll say something stupid.
Summary: Derek teaches you how to fight, leading to tension between the two of you and a confession.
Additional Notes: Not sure if I️ did a great job writing for Derek but I️ tried my best and really hope you like it
“You could’ve gotten yourself killed,” Derek said, exasperated. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I️ was thinking that I️ couldn’t just stand by and do nothing!” you retorted.
Derek tilted his head slightly, brows furrowed as he looked at you, as if trying to figure you out. Despite your discomfort, you stood your ground, attempting to match his intensity with your own gaze as you looked him in the eyes.
“Teach me how to fight,” you suggested, your voice commanding.
Derek shook his head and scoffed, dismissing your idea.
“No,” he uttered flatly.
You crossed your arms in front of your chest and shrugged.
“Why not?” you challenged.
“Because, what if you...” he started before trailing off.
Defiantly, you took a stepped forward toward him, feeling the weight of your own feet hitting the ground before you exhaled.
“What if I️ what?” you tested.
Derek’s face twisted as he grew aware of his lack of a rebuttal. He nodded.
“Fine. Tomorrow. 6am,” he declared.
You groaned in annoyance.
“That’s so early,” you complained.
Derek shrugged.
“If you’re not serious about this...” he began.
You sighed.
“I️ am,” you contradicted. “I️ guess I’ll meet you at the ass crack of dawn, then.”
~~~
The first session didn’t go smoothly. You found Derek to be impatient and critical, making too big a deal out of every misstep on your part, never failing to inform you that had it been a real situation, you would’ve been hurt or killed.
Still, in spite of his criticism, you remained determined to learn how to defend yourself.
It was during another session that you began to see right through him. He had been training you in the woods and managed to pin you against a tree. He had you in that position for a while, the two of you both breathing heavily and your heart racing. The air moving in and out of your lungs felt thick and almost too heavy to breathe.
His eyes darted to your lips, and that was it. He was going to kiss you and you were ready.
Except, that isn’t what happened next.
He moved back away from you, clearing his throat, ready to pretend the moment you just shared hadn’t happened at all.
“You should be more careful,” he remarked.
That was the last straw for you. You'd had it.
“What is your problem?” you blurted.
Derek crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.
“My problem?” he challenged.
You groaned.
“Yes, Derek, your problem. You criticize every little thing I️ do even though I’ve been working my ass off and actually getting a lot better, might I️ add. Not to mention that you didn't want to train me in the first place and still haven’t told me why. So cut the crap and tell me what your deal is,” you said.
Derek blinked, clearly taken aback by your slight outburst.
“Look, I️ just...I️ don’t want anything bad to happen to you, okay?” he confessed.
Despite the slight coldness still lingering in his tone, you were touched by his words, your demeanor softening as you moved in closer.
You shook your head slightly, taking one of his hands in yours.
“Derek, hey, look at me. I’m gonna be just fine, okay?” you assured.
He nodded and sighed.
“I’ve lost enough people that I️ love, [Y/N]. I️ can't add you to that list,” he confided.
You quietly gasped at the implication of his words.
“You said people...that you love?” you asked, your words slow and calculated as you approached the subject with caution.
The werewolf pressed his lips together tightly, jaw clenched as he nodded reluctantly.
“I️’m in love with, [Y/N],” he confessed.
Gently, you touched a hand to his cheek before leaning in for the overdue kiss. The moment was different now, though. It wasn’t filled with heat and driven by passion. Instead, the kiss was tender and affirming. It was your nonverbal way of telling him that everything was okay.
With your hand still on his face, you looked deeply into his eyes, gazing into his vulnerable and wounded soul.
“I️ love you too, Derek Hale, and you’re not gonna lose me. That’s a promise.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I’ve gotten back to writing TW fanfics! :D I need to update my big stories but I’ve jumped back into the water with a few continuation drabbles!
Ch 40- Continuation of the Soul Mate AU (Ch 37), Stiles works on trying to figure out who his soul mate is, as well as a more meaningful scene for Danny/Jackson and a little more for Kira/Malia as well.
Ch 41- Continuation of the Liam drabble (Ch 9) where his parents see him while he’s shifted and he thinks he’s a monster. Liam and Scott go back to the house to talk with Dr. Geyer.
Ch 42- Continuation of the Sterica drabble- they go on their date! (And there’s a smidge of drama to keep the story interesting since I want to write a part 3, but don’t worry, the date goes just fine!).
On the list (in no particular order):
-Person A+B are in a relationship and one person moves to a foreign country. A+B continue their relationship until Person A meets Person C and has to try and deal with that. (Poly relationship with Allison/Scott/Isaac)
-A+B argue over who gets top bunk (Scott and Stiles)
-Another continuation for the Soul Mate AU
-Person A has a wet dream, calling out Person B’s name, which they hear (Isaac/Allison)
-Continuation of Sterica of course :)
-Possible continuation of Nurse Melissa, with her taking care of the Sheriff when he comes in. I love seeing Mama McCall taking care of others so why not give her more chances to shine?
-“I’m actually really good at math but the math tutor is really hot so I’m pretending to be dumb” with Lydia and Parrish
-“I just committed a crime and I need to use you as a hostage, I’m so sorry!” Stiles+Derek
There are still more than that but I figure I’ll only list some of them XD
You weren’t 100% sure how you ended up in this…predicament. Your boyfriend spoke to you about it before he decided to summon a demon and make a deal with it. Stiles was still in there, some days it was just him running around but the demon liked to make his appearance just as often. Stiles would always whisper in your ear in the dead of night how he was happy the demon and him could agree on one thing, you.
So maybe that’s how you found yourself in this predicament.
Wrists and ankles tied to your bedposts and a black blindfold secured around your head. With your sight taken away, all your other senses were heightened. Your skin prickled at the sound of Stiles’ feet padding towards you, your heart raced at the smell of leather, your mouth watered as you tasted your anticipation and your gasped as his cold fingers touched your heated flesh.
His fingers ghosted up your torso, between your breasts and rubbed across your lips. “You look so pretty,” he pushed aside some hair from your face, “We both think so.”
“Stiles?”
“It’s me baby,” His plump lips pressed against yours for a moment and murmured against the shell of your ear, “But our new friend is giving me some pointers and watching intently.”
His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you struggled against your binds; not because you were uncomfortable but because you wanted to feel his skin against yours already.
“Stiles please. Touch me, do something! Please!”
“I like you begging. Do it again.”
You swallowed past your pride, “Please touch me. I need to feel you, I’m desperate.”
A dark chuckle caused your body to clench in a delicious way, “As much as I would love to take you out of your misery…” he peppered kisses up the column of your neck, “We’re enjoying this too much and want to make this last a little bit longer.”
scott and allison walk in on cora on top of stiles making out?
"WHAT THE HELL?" Scott yelled.
Stiles let out a squawk and flailed his arms, effectively pushing Cora off of his lap. “Scott! Allison! What are you doing here?”
"I live here, dude! This is my apartment too!”
Cora growled from her spot on the floor and stood up. Stiles glanced in her direction and smiled apologetically. She rolled her eyes. “Well, now that you see we’re busy, would you mind going away?”
“Stiles you are NOT having sex on that couch. That was my grandmother’s couch!”
"S c o t t," Stiles’ ears burned red and he could see Allison behind Scott, covering her face to hide her laughter.
"Scott, you have three seconds because I rip your arm out of its socket and throw it off the balcony so you can play fetch," Cora flashed her golden eyes at the boy. Scott flashed his Alpha red eyes in her direction before Allison touched his arm.
"Come on, Scott. We can go to my place," she bit her lip.
Scott sighed and nodded. He wasn’t used to being challenged … at least not by a wolf not in his own pack. “Fine…. but Stiles if my Abuela’s couch smells the least bit like sex when I get back, I will murder you.”
Cora waved him off as she sat back down on Stiles’ lap. Scott made a gagging face and then quickly rushed out of the apartment, pulling Allison with him.
"You know, it wouldn’t hurt you to be nicer to Scott," Stiles mused as he placed his hands on his girlfriend’s waist. Cora placed a hand on his chest, pushing him backwards on the couch. "It wouldn’t hurt you to shut up and kiss me," she smirked, leaning down to capture his lips.
