eli: can I keep the night light on?
stiles: and provide the monsters with a beacon to your exact location? sure.
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!
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.
Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.
Summary: You pass out during class, and Valerio takes care of you. {Requested}
Word count: 1k
You felt off all morning. You woke up feeling cold, a chill clanging to your skin despite the warmth of your bed. Your body ached, your throat was drier than a sandbox, and a persistent headache throbbed behind your eyes. However, a mild cold was nothing you couldn’t push through — or so you though. As the day went on, it had become harder to ignore the sickness creeping in. The fluorescent lighting of the classroom made your vision swim, the words on the board were blurred together, and the chatter of your classmates sounded unbearably loud.
“You okay?” Carla’s voice broke through the haze, and you felt her sharp eyes scrutinizing you. “Yeah, I’m fine — just a little tired,” you answered, forcing a weak smile. She did not look convinced, neither nor Guzmán and Lu when they turned in their seat.
“You do not look tired,” Lu said bluntly, exchanging worried glances with Carla. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”
The nausea was crawling in your throat. You swallowed hard and took a deep breath — you just had to make it until class came to and end — a few more minutes.
“Y/N? Do you want some water?” Ander’s voice barely registered. Your head was spinning, the murmurs around you blurred into a hum as your body wavered in its fight to stay upright. A wave of heat rolled over you, suffocating and unbearable.
“It’s so hot in here…” you murmured, tugging desperately at the collar of your shirt. The fabric felt suffocating against your burning skin. “Please, don’t be so close to me.”
Ander immediately pulled back. “I’m getting you some water,” he offered, his voice laced with concern. Worried glances were exchanged between your classmates, but you couldn’t process any of it. Every inch of your skin felt too hot. “Please, I— I need some air,” you pleaded.
Someone — Nadia? — opened the window.
Voices were overlapping in frantic concern the moment Valerio stepped in the classroom. His head snapped at your direction just as he caught the tail end of you saying you needed some air. The second he heard air, his jaw clenched. His eyes found you in an instant — unnervingly pale skin, shallow breaths — he knew that look.
“Everyone get back, let her breathe,” he snapped, pushing through the desks, desperate to get to you. Carla was the first to react with Samuel, Polo and Guzmán following suit. Nadia, Rebeka and Lu were hesitant but listened, and shifted away.
Valerio kneeled beside you. “I don’t feel good,” you whispered to him. You were swaying slightly, your eyes hazy, unfocussed. Valerio reached for you, his hands resting on your shoulders, trying to steady you.
“You’re okay, I got you,” he said softly, his voice low and soothing but with an undertone of concern. He could feel the heat radiating off you, your skin damp with sweat. Your breath hitched, your fingers gripping at his shirt. “It’s so hot in here,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.
“I got the water,” Ander passed the bottle to Valerio. One hand cradled the back of your head as he brought it to your lips. “Just one sip,” he urged, titling the bottle slightly. The cold water touched your lips, and another wave of nausea surged through you. Your vision blurred, your ears rang, and everything went black.
—
“Dios, don’t do that again,” Lu exhaled sharply, just as your eyelids fluttered open. Her hands were crossed over her chest, more out of anxiety rather than annoyance.
“You scared the hell out of us,” Carla added — her usual cold demeanor had been replaced with something softer, warmer.
“Oh, so now you care?” Rebeka scoffed, arching her eyebrow. Her sharp gaze shifted between them. Simultaneously, Carla and Lu shot her a death glace. “Cállate, Ghetto Barbie,” Lu snapped. Her gaze shifted back to you. “Unlike you, we actually know her — she’s always too damn stubborn to admit something’s wrong.”
“No, you’re just always too damn busy gossiping to actually notice if something’s wrong,” Rebeka shot back.
“Enough,” Guzmán cut in, standing between them. His eyes darted to you, still curled in Valerio’s lap. “Stop talking about Y/N like she’s not right here.”
This was enough for Rebeka and Lu to pause, even if they were still glaring daggers at each other.
“And stop acting like she flatlined,” Valerio muttered. His fingers were tangled in your hair, his touch grounding you.
“She almost did — she completely collapsed,” Nadia commented, earning a scoff from Ander. “Alright,” he huffed, rubbing his temple. “Enough with the dramatics. She needs to go home now, before she collapses again.”
Carla rolled her eyes, her fingers tapping impatiently on her crossed arms. “Ander is right. She shouldn’t be here — she looks like she just crawled out of her own grave.”
“That’s exactly what I was trying to do before Ghetto Barbie over here decided to pick a fight,” Lu muttered. Rebeka’s eyes flared.
Rebeka’s jaw clenched. “You want to keep pushing me, princesa? Because I swear—”
“Basta!” Valerio snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut through the rising tension. His arms tightened around you protectively when you flinched at the sudden volume. That was enough to shut everyone up.
His expression softened as he looked down at you. “I’m taking her home.”
“Who the hell knew Mr. Chile is boyfriend material,” Rebeka quipped. Lu scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, please. He’s just trying to be useful for once.”
“Útil would be you shutting up for five seconds,” Valerio shot back, carefully lifting you into his arms. Lu bit back a remark as she watched her brother carry you towards the exit. ”I’ve got you, mi amor,” Valerio whispered as he stepped in the empty hallway. “I’ve got you.”
Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.
Summary: You pass out during class, and Valerio takes care of you. {Requested}
Word count: 1k
You felt off all morning. You woke up feeling cold, a chill clanging to your skin despite the warmth of your bed. Your body ached, your throat was drier than a sandbox, and a persistent headache throbbed behind your eyes. However, a mild cold was nothing you couldn’t push through — or so you though. As the day went on, it had become harder to ignore the sickness creeping in. The fluorescent lighting of the classroom made your vision swim, the words on the board were blurred together, and the chatter of your classmates sounded unbearably loud.
“You okay?” Carla’s voice broke through the haze, and you felt her sharp eyes scrutinizing you. “Yeah, I’m fine — just a little tired,” you answered, forcing a weak smile. She did not look convinced, neither nor Guzmán and Lu when they turned in their seat.
“You do not look tired,” Lu said bluntly, exchanging worried glances with Carla. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”
The nausea was crawling in your throat. You swallowed hard and took a deep breath — you just had to make it until class came to and end — a few more minutes.
“Y/N? Do you want some water?” Ander’s voice barely registered. Your head was spinning, the murmurs around you blurred into a hum as your body wavered in its fight to stay upright. A wave of heat rolled over you, suffocating and unbearable.
“It’s so hot in here…” you murmured, tugging desperately at the collar of your shirt. The fabric felt suffocating against your burning skin. “Please, don’t be so close to me.”
Ander immediately pulled back. “I’m getting you some water,” he offered, his voice laced with concern. Worried glances were exchanged between your classmates, but you couldn’t process any of it. Every inch of your skin felt too hot. “Please, I— I need some air,” you pleaded.
Someone — Nadia? — opened the window.
Voices were overlapping in frantic concern the moment Valerio stepped in the classroom. His head snapped at your direction just as he caught the tail end of you saying you needed some air. The second he heard air, his jaw clenched. His eyes found you in an instant — unnervingly pale skin, shallow breaths — he knew that look.
“Everyone get back, let her breathe,” he snapped, pushing through the desks, desperate to get to you. Carla was the first to react with Samuel, Polo and Guzmán following suit. Nadia, Rebeka and Lu were hesitant but listened, and shifted away.
Valerio kneeled beside you. “I don’t feel good,” you whispered to him. You were swaying slightly, your eyes hazy, unfocussed. Valerio reached for you, his hands resting on your shoulders, trying to steady you.
“You’re okay, I got you,” he said softly, his voice low and soothing but with an undertone of concern. He could feel the heat radiating off you, your skin damp with sweat. Your breath hitched, your fingers gripping at his shirt. “It’s so hot in here,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.
“I got the water,” Ander passed the bottle to Valerio. One hand cradled the back of your head as he brought it to your lips. “Just one sip,” he urged, titling the bottle slightly. The cold water touched your lips, and another wave of nausea surged through you. Your vision blurred, your ears rang, and everything went black.
—
“Dios, don’t do that again,” Lu exhaled sharply, just as your eyelids fluttered open. Her hands were crossed over her chest, more out of anxiety rather than annoyance.
“You scared the hell out of us,” Carla added — her usual cold demeanor had been replaced with something softer, warmer.
“Oh, so now you care?” Rebeka scoffed, arching her eyebrow. Her sharp gaze shifted between them. Simultaneously, Carla and Lu shot her a death glace. “Cállate, Ghetto Barbie,” Lu snapped. Her gaze shifted back to you. “Unlike you, we actually know her — she’s always too damn stubborn to admit something’s wrong.”
“No, you’re just always too damn busy gossiping to actually notice if something’s wrong,” Rebeka shot back.
“Enough,” Guzmán cut in, standing between them. His eyes darted to you, still curled in Valerio’s lap. “Stop talking about Y/N like she’s not right here.”
This was enough for Rebeka and Lu to pause, even if they were still glaring daggers at each other.
“And stop acting like she flatlined,” Valerio muttered. His fingers were tangled in your hair, his touch grounding you.
“She almost did — she completely collapsed,” Nadia commented, earning a scoff from Ander. “Alright,” he huffed, rubbing his temple. “Enough with the dramatics. She needs to go home now, before she collapses again.”
Carla rolled her eyes, her fingers tapping impatiently on her crossed arms. “Ander is right. She shouldn’t be here — she looks like she just crawled out of her own grave.”
“That’s exactly what I was trying to do before Ghetto Barbie over here decided to pick a fight,” Lu muttered. Rebeka’s eyes flared.
Rebeka’s jaw clenched. “You want to keep pushing me, princesa? Because I swear—”
“Basta!” Valerio snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut through the rising tension. His arms tightened around you protectively when you flinched at the sudden volume. That was enough to shut everyone up.
His expression softened as he looked down at you. “I’m taking her home.”
“Who the hell knew Mr. Chile is boyfriend material,” Rebeka quipped. Lu scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, please. He’s just trying to be useful for once.”
“Útil would be you shutting up for five seconds,” Valerio shot back, carefully lifting you into his arms. Lu bit back a remark as she watched her brother carry you towards the exit. ”I’ve got you, mi amor,” Valerio whispered as he stepped in the empty hallway. “I’ve got you.”
Stiles being born twelve minutes prior to you
which meant constantly making fun of you for being ‘the little Stilinski’
which resulted to you smacking him so he’d shut up
He always did
Being the exact opposite of him
Getting along excellently, regardless of your dissimilar personalities
Being the only one able to pronounce his name without slipping up
Being each other’s best friend
Always having each other’s back
Fighting over who’d shower first
Fighting over what you’d have for dinner
Fighting over what you’d watch on TV
Fighting over who’d drive
Fighting over who’d get to date Derek
Stealing his clothes
Twin telepathy
Knowing when either of you was in trouble
Pulling pranks on Coach together
And getting lectured by Sheriff Stilinski about it
Even though he knew it was realistically pointless
Not arguing often, but when you did, nobody dared to step in-between you two
They knew better
Having had to learn it the hard way
Being a member of Scott’s pack
Asking your help with the investigation
Isaac trying to flirt with you during pack meetings
Stiles telling him off because he knew you weren’t into him
Instantly noticing when he started showing symptoms of Frontotemporal Dementia
Crying your eyes out when the tests came back positive
Him coming to you for comfort after a nightmare
Calming him down after a panic attack
The Nogitsune kidnapping you to manipulate the pack
You being the one who remembered him first and was able to bring him back
Leaving Beacon Hills with him
Forever watching out for each other
Request by @sweetestdolan: Can I request a Liam Dunbar imagine where the reader is Scott’s little sister and they’ve been sneaking around and it’s based off of the song “Scotty Doesn’t Know”
Song recommendation: Scotty Doesn’t Know - Lustra
I hope you like this! 🌼
A/N: Turns out I love writing for Liam. Send requests!
Pairing: Liam Dunbar x McCall! Reader, Scott McCall x Sister! Reader, McCall Pack x Reader
Warnings: none, I think.
Word count: 773
It was a little after midnight at a school night, which meant that you should probably have been asleep. That wasn’t the case, though- you had a little something to sort out that went by the name Liam Dunbar.
You had low-key developed a crush on Liam since you first laid your eyes on him. At first, you just liked him for his appearance- you found him a hottie and an adorable cinnamon roll simultaneously. He was in your grade, so you had a few classes together; and this is how slowly but steadily, your feelings grew stronger as you got to know him better.
Liam felt the same; however, he wouldn’t confess to you. It wasn’t that he was stubborn- he was rather shy and lacking self-confidence- he never thought that you’d like him back. It was only when Scott gave him the bite, that he grew more attached to you. Scott later explained to him that it was perhaps because you were his anchor. He actually liked the idea; you were always sticking together, so if anything happened, you’d protect each other- which meant he had fewer things to worry about.
Given all that, plus the fact that neither his little sister nor his Beta could lie to him; he was well-aware that you were dating. You simply weren’t aware of it, just yet.
“Goodnight, love you,” Scott whispered, trying not to ‘wake you up’. He placed a kiss on your forehead and tucked you in, then proceeded to leave your bedroom.
The moment he closed the door behind him, you threw you blanket off you and quickly but quietly got up from your bed. Coast is clear, you texted Liam, but didn’t bother waiting for a reply. As soon as you unlocked your window, he stepped in your room.
“Hi,” he said softly, kissing your chick. You smiled, wrapping your hands around his neck. He grabbed your waist and reached for your lips. “I missed you,” he muttered in-between kisses.
“I missed you too,” you whispered, leaning your head in the crook of his neck, exhaling his cologne. Liam drew patterns on your bare skin underneath your shirt and felt you relaxing with his touch.
As your kiss deepened, Liam picked you up and carried you to your bed. You lied on top of him, grinding slowly against his crotch. He let out a hushed growl as he caressed your butt, and you smirked at his eagerness.
Liam started kissing your neck lovingly, making you let out muffled moans. “Shh, Y/N,” he cooed, sucking on your sweet spot. You punched him lightly on the chest, warming him not to leave a hickey. He then paused, waiting for you to take off your shirt. He copied your actions.
All of a sudden, the lights in your room flicked on. You instantly shot a sitting position and hurried to cover your bare chest, whilst your brother, Stiles, Lydia, Malia, and Mason walked in on your making-out session.
“Ha, I knew it!” exclaimed Stiles, staring at a blushed Liam, and patted Scott’s shoulder. Lydia let out a scoff, as she took out of her pocket a fifty dollar bill and handed it to Mason. “Don’t doubt me again,” he smiled at her sweetly.
Your eyes glued to your brother’s, not daring to say a word. You expected him to snap at you for keeping your relationship with his Beta a secret for such a long time. Instead, an amused grin appeared on his face.
“You didn’t really think I didn’t know, did ya?” he asked, making your brush deepen. “Y-you knew?” you stuttered, avoiding eye-contact. He laughed, “Dude, seriously. I could smell your chemo-signals from miles away,” he stated.
You mentally cursed at yourself, for not having thought about it earlier. “So, you’re not mad?” Liam questioned, hiding his face on your shoulder. “Why would I be mad?” Scott replied, “I don’t have a say on your personal lives, kiddos. I just want both of you to be happy.”
A small smile formed on your lips. It was stupid of you to think that your brother would try to prevent you from being with someone you loved. You knew that Scott’s loved one’s happiness was his top priority.
“Thanks,” you and Liam said, finally relieved.
“Alright, I think that’s enough for tonight,” Stiles, who tried to stare anywhere else but your exposed skin, ushered everyone out of the room, banging the door behind him.
Liam’s eyes met yours again, and you let out a giggle. “It was easier than expected,” you pointed out. Liam shook his head in agreement, still blushing hard. “Definitely.”
Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.
Summary: You pass out during class, and Valerio takes care of you. {Requested}
Word count: 1k
You felt off all morning. You woke up feeling cold, a chill clanging to your skin despite the warmth of your bed. Your body ached, your throat was drier than a sandbox, and a persistent headache throbbed behind your eyes. However, a mild cold was nothing you couldn’t push through — or so you though. As the day went on, it had become harder to ignore the sickness creeping in. The fluorescent lighting of the classroom made your vision swim, the words on the board were blurred together, and the chatter of your classmates sounded unbearably loud.
“You okay?” Carla’s voice broke through the haze, and you felt her sharp eyes scrutinizing you. “Yeah, I’m fine — just a little tired,” you answered, forcing a weak smile. She did not look convinced, neither nor Guzmán and Lu when they turned in their seat.
“You do not look tired,” Lu said bluntly, exchanging worried glances with Carla. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”
The nausea was crawling in your throat. You swallowed hard and took a deep breath — you just had to make it until class came to and end — a few more minutes.
“Y/N? Do you want some water?” Ander’s voice barely registered. Your head was spinning, the murmurs around you blurred into a hum as your body wavered in its fight to stay upright. A wave of heat rolled over you, suffocating and unbearable.
“It’s so hot in here…” you murmured, tugging desperately at the collar of your shirt. The fabric felt suffocating against your burning skin. “Please, don’t be so close to me.”
Ander immediately pulled back. “I’m getting you some water,” he offered, his voice laced with concern. Worried glances were exchanged between your classmates, but you couldn’t process any of it. Every inch of your skin felt too hot. “Please, I— I need some air,” you pleaded.
Someone — Nadia? — opened the window.
Voices were overlapping in frantic concern the moment Valerio stepped in the classroom. His head snapped at your direction just as he caught the tail end of you saying you needed some air. The second he heard air, his jaw clenched. His eyes found you in an instant — unnervingly pale skin, shallow breaths — he knew that look.
“Everyone get back, let her breathe,” he snapped, pushing through the desks, desperate to get to you. Carla was the first to react with Samuel, Polo and Guzmán following suit. Nadia, Rebeka and Lu were hesitant but listened, and shifted away.
Valerio kneeled beside you. “I don’t feel good,” you whispered to him. You were swaying slightly, your eyes hazy, unfocussed. Valerio reached for you, his hands resting on your shoulders, trying to steady you.
“You’re okay, I got you,” he said softly, his voice low and soothing but with an undertone of concern. He could feel the heat radiating off you, your skin damp with sweat. Your breath hitched, your fingers gripping at his shirt. “It’s so hot in here,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.
“I got the water,” Ander passed the bottle to Valerio. One hand cradled the back of your head as he brought it to your lips. “Just one sip,” he urged, titling the bottle slightly. The cold water touched your lips, and another wave of nausea surged through you. Your vision blurred, your ears rang, and everything went black.
—
“Dios, don’t do that again,” Lu exhaled sharply, just as your eyelids fluttered open. Her hands were crossed over her chest, more out of anxiety rather than annoyance.
“You scared the hell out of us,” Carla added — her usual cold demeanor had been replaced with something softer, warmer.
“Oh, so now you care?” Rebeka scoffed, arching her eyebrow. Her sharp gaze shifted between them. Simultaneously, Carla and Lu shot her a death glace. “Cállate, Ghetto Barbie,” Lu snapped. Her gaze shifted back to you. “Unlike you, we actually know her — she’s always too damn stubborn to admit something’s wrong.”
“No, you’re just always too damn busy gossiping to actually notice if something’s wrong,” Rebeka shot back.
“Enough,” Guzmán cut in, standing between them. His eyes darted to you, still curled in Valerio’s lap. “Stop talking about Y/N like she’s not right here.”
This was enough for Rebeka and Lu to pause, even if they were still glaring daggers at each other.
“And stop acting like she flatlined,” Valerio muttered. His fingers were tangled in your hair, his touch grounding you.
“She almost did — she completely collapsed,” Nadia commented, earning a scoff from Ander. “Alright,” he huffed, rubbing his temple. “Enough with the dramatics. She needs to go home now, before she collapses again.”
Carla rolled her eyes, her fingers tapping impatiently on her crossed arms. “Ander is right. She shouldn’t be here — she looks like she just crawled out of her own grave.”
“That’s exactly what I was trying to do before Ghetto Barbie over here decided to pick a fight,” Lu muttered. Rebeka’s eyes flared.
Rebeka’s jaw clenched. “You want to keep pushing me, princesa? Because I swear—”
“Basta!” Valerio snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut through the rising tension. His arms tightened around you protectively when you flinched at the sudden volume. That was enough to shut everyone up.
His expression softened as he looked down at you. “I’m taking her home.”
“Who the hell knew Mr. Chile is boyfriend material,” Rebeka quipped. Lu scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, please. He’s just trying to be useful for once.”
“Útil would be you shutting up for five seconds,” Valerio shot back, carefully lifting you into his arms. Lu bit back a remark as she watched her brother carry you towards the exit. ”I’ve got you, mi amor,” Valerio whispered as he stepped in the empty hallway. “I’ve got you.”
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Summary: You pass out during class, and Valerio takes care of you. {Requested}
Word count: 1k
You felt off all morning. You woke up feeling cold, a chill clanging to your skin despite the warmth of your bed. Your body ached, your throat was drier than a sandbox, and a persistent headache throbbed behind your eyes. However, a mild cold was nothing you couldn’t push through — or so you though. As the day went on, it had become harder to ignore the sickness creeping in. The fluorescent lighting of the classroom made your vision swim, the words on the board were blurred together, and the chatter of your classmates sounded unbearably loud.
“You okay?” Carla’s voice broke through the haze, and you felt her sharp eyes scrutinizing you. “Yeah, I’m fine — just a little tired,” you answered, forcing a weak smile. She did not look convinced, neither nor Guzmán and Lu when they turned in their seat.
“You do not look tired,” Lu said bluntly, exchanging worried glances with Carla. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”
The nausea was crawling in your throat. You swallowed hard and took a deep breath — you just had to make it until class came to and end — a few more minutes.
“Y/N? Do you want some water?” Ander’s voice barely registered. Your head was spinning, the murmurs around you blurred into a hum as your body wavered in its fight to stay upright. A wave of heat rolled over you, suffocating and unbearable.
“It’s so hot in here…” you murmured, tugging desperately at the collar of your shirt. The fabric felt suffocating against your burning skin. “Please, don’t be so close to me.”
Ander immediately pulled back. “I’m getting you some water,” he offered, his voice laced with concern. Worried glances were exchanged between your classmates, but you couldn’t process any of it. Every inch of your skin felt too hot. “Please, I— I need some air,” you pleaded.
Someone — Nadia? — opened the window.
Voices were overlapping in frantic concern the moment Valerio stepped in the classroom. His head snapped at your direction just as he caught the tail end of you saying you needed some air. The second he heard air, his jaw clenched. His eyes found you in an instant — unnervingly pale skin, shallow breaths — he knew that look.
“Everyone get back, let her breathe,” he snapped, pushing through the desks, desperate to get to you. Carla was the first to react with Samuel, Polo and Guzmán following suit. Nadia, Rebeka and Lu were hesitant but listened, and shifted away.
Valerio kneeled beside you. “I don’t feel good,” you whispered to him. You were swaying slightly, your eyes hazy, unfocussed. Valerio reached for you, his hands resting on your shoulders, trying to steady you.
“You’re okay, I got you,” he said softly, his voice low and soothing but with an undertone of concern. He could feel the heat radiating off you, your skin damp with sweat. Your breath hitched, your fingers gripping at his shirt. “It’s so hot in here,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.
“I got the water,” Ander passed the bottle to Valerio. One hand cradled the back of your head as he brought it to your lips. “Just one sip,” he urged, titling the bottle slightly. The cold water touched your lips, and another wave of nausea surged through you. Your vision blurred, your ears rang, and everything went black.
—
“Dios, don’t do that again,” Lu exhaled sharply, just as your eyelids fluttered open. Her hands were crossed over her chest, more out of anxiety rather than annoyance.
“You scared the hell out of us,” Carla added — her usual cold demeanor had been replaced with something softer, warmer.
“Oh, so now you care?” Rebeka scoffed, arching her eyebrow. Her sharp gaze shifted between them. Simultaneously, Carla and Lu shot her a death glace. “Cállate, Ghetto Barbie,” Lu snapped. Her gaze shifted back to you. “Unlike you, we actually know her — she’s always too damn stubborn to admit something’s wrong.”
“No, you’re just always too damn busy gossiping to actually notice if something’s wrong,” Rebeka shot back.
“Enough,” Guzmán cut in, standing between them. His eyes darted to you, still curled in Valerio’s lap. “Stop talking about Y/N like she’s not right here.”
This was enough for Rebeka and Lu to pause, even if they were still glaring daggers at each other.
“And stop acting like she flatlined,” Valerio muttered. His fingers were tangled in your hair, his touch grounding you.
“She almost did — she completely collapsed,” Nadia commented, earning a scoff from Ander. “Alright,” he huffed, rubbing his temple. “Enough with the dramatics. She needs to go home now, before she collapses again.”
Carla rolled her eyes, her fingers tapping impatiently on her crossed arms. “Ander is right. She shouldn’t be here — she looks like she just crawled out of her own grave.”
“That’s exactly what I was trying to do before Ghetto Barbie over here decided to pick a fight,” Lu muttered. Rebeka’s eyes flared.
Rebeka’s jaw clenched. “You want to keep pushing me, princesa? Because I swear—”
“Basta!” Valerio snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut through the rising tension. His arms tightened around you protectively when you flinched at the sudden volume. That was enough to shut everyone up.
His expression softened as he looked down at you. “I’m taking her home.”
“Who the hell knew Mr. Chile is boyfriend material,” Rebeka quipped. Lu scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, please. He’s just trying to be useful for once.”
“Útil would be you shutting up for five seconds,” Valerio shot back, carefully lifting you into his arms. Lu bit back a remark as she watched her brother carry you towards the exit. ”I’ve got you, mi amor,” Valerio whispered as he stepped in the empty hallway. “I’ve got you.”
@nathanwpyle
I literally love this.
I couldn't stop laughing for 20 minutes.
No joke.
Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.
A/N: Hey! It’s been a while, but here I am. Requests are open again! Renewed List of Fandoms published soon.
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Song Recommendation: Jhené Aiko - P*$$Y Fairy
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
It's still so strange to me how apparently taboo it is to like a post on someone's Instagram from a month ago when there are posts still circulating on Tumblr from 1550 BCE