Lupus homine - the wolf man.

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First of all, I would like to say… THANK YOU! Wow, I’m gone for a few days and the first thing I see when I come back is that I’ve gained 800 followers, and still going. This is nuts, but thank you, you have no idea what that means to me. 

In honor of this, I wanted to make something for you, to thank you for what you’ve given me. First of all, I want to write a preference, with (you guessed it) 8 people, which means I’ll need your help to decide the additional four guys, besides the usual Derek, Isaac, Scott & Stiles. So if you have someone you want to see, send it my way.

Furthermore, since none of this would have happened if it weren’t for you, I want to do something else as well, or 8 things to be exact. The first people to send a request, for either an imagine or a preference will get one dedicated to them. 

And finally, again, thank you. I still can’t believe it. 

Love you guys, and as always, stay awesome! 

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My awesome new hoodie is finally here. 
Get one yourself here. 

My awesome new hoodie is finally here. 

Get one yourself here

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"What did you think would happen exactly when you threatened to kill him? That they’d just let it go?"

"Well, yeah, I wasn’t being serious. Or well, mostly anyway." 

"STOP!" A loud growl cut them off, turning their attention to the alpha.

"It doesn’t matter, the important thing is that there’s a pack of werewolves out there who wants blood. Anyone have a suggestion for dealing with that?" Derek cocked an eyebrow as he looked around the room of silent people. 

"Uh, why don’t we just give them what they want?" You piped up, almost regretting it when all eyes turned to you. 

"What are you saying exactly? That we wrap Stiles up and drop him of at their porch?" 

"Hey, there’ll be no sending Stiles away to the big bad wolves, who can hear you by the way." 

"They want blood, more than that they want to piss you off, and what better way would that be than to turn one of your own? There is no greater insult than that."

"And who do you suggest play the bait in this scheme of yours? Stiles?" 

"No, they would try and go after the weakest link, me. I’ll do it." 

Your first thought when you regained consciousness, was that you wished you’d never woken up in the first place. Everything hurt, did you get hit by a bus while you were out? Groggily, you opened your eyes and found yourself in Stiles bedroom, lying on the bed with a blanket around you and a sleeping Stiles sitting next to you on the floor, holding your hand in a firm grip. He looked peaceful, a slight smile on his lips though he must have a sore neck from resting his head like that. Slowly, you lifted your other hand and ran it trough his hair, a groan escaping your lips from the movement. The memories of last night came back in flashes, and you gasped, suddenly feeling nauseated, and guilty, so very guilty. 

It had all gone according to plan, luring them to the warehouse and attacking them from behind. It had been a rather easy fight, without casualties on your side and they were all dead, refusing to swear their loyalty to Derek after he’d killed their leader. There was one little mistake made, a body forgotten about, until she pounced on Stiles, or at least tried to. You were in the way, as usual. The last thing you remembered was pain radiating from your neck, before you were out. 

"You’re awake." Stiles voice broke you from your thoughts.

"Well Einstein, my eyes are open." You deadpanned, easing a chuckle out of him. 

"You’re fine I take it." 

"I’ve been better." 

"I was worried, when you… there was so much blood and I-" 

"I’m okay, I swear. I would never die on you, you could never live without me red."

"No, I can’t. So you better not die, like ever. I’m so happy your safe. I love you."

"Love you."



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Hiya my beautiful people, I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be on a mini vacation for a while, without access to a computer, so I won’t be able to post anything until friday. Hope it’s okay with you, and don’t worry, I’ll be bringing my notepad so I can do some writing anyway. 

And, you can still send in requests for imagines and preferences while I’m gone, I’ll get to them when I come back. 

Stay awesome! 

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Time after time

You accidentally travel back in time and meet the Hales.

"This is just great." You groaned as you slowly got up from where you had face planted on the forest ground. This was not exactly how you wanted to spend your evening, lost in a creepy forest with no way of knowing where you should be going, and now the icing of the cake, your forehead was bleeding and the temperature was starting to drop. Shivering slightly, you continued moving, forcing your feet to go forward because you knew that once you stopped, you wouldn’t be going anywhere. And you did not want to be eaten by wolves or something during the night. No thanks. 

Suddenly, you spotted something off amongst the trees, something that looked familiar. Driven by your curiosity, you hurried on, and almost collapsed when you came out of the clearing and spotted the house. A beautiful, old, two story house you had seen before. Or to be more precise, the burnt out shell of it. No doubt, this was the Hale house. Which brought the question, how? It looked like in the old pictures, like the fire never happened. Maybe because, it hadn’t. 

"Oh shit." You breathed out as the realization hit you. Before you promptly passed out. 

You were awoken sometime later, by something wet across your face. Groggily, you squinted your eyes open and saw a pair of hazel through your blurry vision.

"Derek? What’s happening?" You mumbled, the hand next to yours freezing. Confused, you blinked and looked at him, only to gasp. It was Derek alright, a much younger looking version of him without stubble, but him non the less. The eyebrows were kind of telling. 

"How do you know my name?" 

"I -" 

"Derek. I asked you to look after the twins." A female voice cut in. Turning your head you saw a woman with dark hair, an elder version of him. Talia.


"Now, Derek. And please tell your sisters to stop eavesdropping." A crash sounded from what sounded like the kitchen before it all got quiet again.

"Now," Talia spoke turning back to you. "Would you be so kind and tell me what you were doing outside our house? And why you smell like my son?"

"I don’t know." You whispered, honestly. Knowing she was listening for your heart beat. "I just remember waking up in the forest and then I found your house and well, you know." Embarrassed yourself. 

"Do you know my son?" 

"Yes well, the future version of him anyway. I’m a part of his pack." 

A knock on the door startled you, making you drop the book you were reading. Talia was very helpful once you had explained your predicament, letting you use the library to try and find your way back. 

"Hey, mom wanted me to tell you that dinner’s ready." Cora poked her head in, looking curiously at the books by your feet. 

"I’ll be right there. Thanks." You smiled, watching her leave before getting up and stretching your legs. Spending hours on the floor wasn’t the best idea you had, but what are you gonna do? Slowly, you made your way downstairs, anxious to meet the rest of the family. Partly because of you know, the whole wolf thing, but also because they all happened to be dead. Not to mention, Peter would be there. It was hard to cover up your feelings around him, they had all noticed it earlier during introductions but you hurried to excuse yourself and start researching. 

"You can sit next to me!" One of the twins, Zoe grinned and petted the seat next to hear as soon as you entered. Which also happened to be opposite of Peter. Plastering on a smile, you sat down.

"Thank you. It looks lovely Mr Hale. Thank you for inviting me." 

"I told you to call me Eric." He scolded jokingly. 

"Sorry, Eric." 

"So, Y/N, are you sleeping with my nephew?" Peter’s abrupt question took you by surprise, making you cough. 

"What?" You wheezed, realizing everyone was looking at you. Talia with concern, Laura and Cora with amusement, and Derek well… yeah. 

"Peter!" She exclaimed, authority in her voice.

"I was just wondering why she carries  his scent, that’s all. Don’t act like you aren’t wondering the same thing." 

"We are not having this discussion. Now go, clean up." He sighed, though clearly not really upset judging by the wink he shot you before he left. Ugh, you really wished you could kill him again. 

You were sitting in the guest room a couple of hours later, thinking, when a knock interrupted you, again. You were starting to sense a pattern here. 

"Come in." Laura stood in the doorway.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a second?" Nodding, you patted the bed next to you, which she took happily. 

"I know what happened, where you came from. And I also know that Derek is there alone. Don’t deny it, it’s the only way he would’ve been an alpha, because I’m dead." She sighed, a tear falling down her cheek. 

"I need you to tell him, it wasn’t his fault. Can you do that for me? Whatever it was, I forgive him. And tell him that he needs to step up and take care of the pack. And If not, I will hunt him from the grave. And tell him I love my der-bear." 

"I will." You swore, and hugged her. 

"Guys, she’s waking up!" A voice greeted you as you regained consciousness. Letting out a moan, you sat up and opened your eyes, only to find yourself on Derek’s bed in the loft. 

"I’m back." You mumbled under your breath. Maybe it was all just a dream. But damn, it felt so real. Not even realizing it, you had started to cry, a sob escaping your lips and two arms wrapped around you. Derek.

"You smell like them." His voice broke, and he leaned in closer, sniffing your shirt. 

"I met them, your family. She was beautiful. Laura was as fierce as I imagined, and she wanted me to tell you that it wasn’t her fault. She doesn’t blame you for any of it. And she wanted me to tell you that she loves you, they all do." 

"Tell me, please." He pleaded and you did, resting his head against your shoulder while you gently stroke his back as you reenacted everything that had happened. You weren’t quite sure how or why it had happened, but you were so happy to have met them, to have known them. As you watched him sleep, peacefully for the first time since you had met him, you vowed to protect him. 

"I’ll take care of him Laura, I promise you." 

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Bitten love

"Ah, our guest is awake." Deucalion voice greeted you from unconsciousness, startling you awake and you snapped your head up, wincing as the movement made the restrains around your arms and neck tighten. 

"It’s nice to see you again. My apologies for the journey here, these imbeciles don’t know how to properly treat a lady as yourself." You growled in response, being surrounded by wolves had started to rub off on you.

"What do you want from me?" You asked, tired of playing his stupid games. Logically, you should be absolutely terrified considering the predicament you found yourself in at the moment, but all you felt was tiredness. And maybe a little bit of desire to rip his throat out. Okay, maybe a lot. 

He grinned in reply, amused by your lack of fear. 

"Oh, I don’t want anything from you. I just needed a bait to lure your precious pack here. After all, what better way to get Scott to do play in your hands, than taking the thing he wants the most. And you know the best part of it all? I’m going to kill them, all of them, and you’ll be there to watch it. And then my dear, you’re next." No, no no! You screamed desperately, though not a single sound escaped your mouth. You were afraid now, not for yourself, but for the rest of the pack. For Scott. If anything happened to them, it would all be your fault. 

"My fault." You whispered, as you cried yourself back to sleep, not caring about whoever could see you. 

"No!" You screamed as you helplessly watched as the Twins circled around Isaac and Scott, and one of them struck and Isaac fell to the ground. The fighting had been going on for a while now, but it didn’t look so good. I have to do something. It was probably the stupidest idea you had ever had, but you went for it anyway. You had to do something, help them.

Slowly you eased your way out of your hiding place Derek had explicitly told you not to leave, and picked up a dagger Allison had dropped sometime during her battle. No one took notice of you, all caught up in their own problems. Glancing over, you saw Derek barley evading what looked like it would have been a death blow from Deucalion meanwhile Cora managed to injure Kali’s arm, who was struggling to keep on the fight with only one hand operable. You turned your head back to Scott, gracefully escaping one blow after another, until one hit him in the stomach, sending him flying into the wall. Gasping, you watched as he gingerly stood up again, still a bit dazed which is why he didn’t notice one of the twins approaching. Without thinking you jumped in front of him and struck the dagger right into the werewolf’s heart, just as you felt the most excruciating pain as a clawed hand sliced open your abdomen and you dropped to the ground, breathing heavily. 

"No!" Someone yelled, though you couldn’t quite figure out where it came from. Suddenly everything was hard to do. A pair of warm hands wrapped around you and your head was placed in a lap, Scott staring down on you. He was crying. God, he was beautiful. 

"Don’t cry." You whispered, not having the strength to speak up. You knew what was happening, you could feel it as the life drained out of you as the pool of blood got bigger and bigger. 

"You’re not dying, I’m going to fix this, I’m going to… Just hang on okay? Don’t you dare leave me, don’t you dare." 

"Love you." You murmured, before you gave in to the darkness and finally let go. 

Gasping, you shot straight up from where you were lying on a bed, one that smelled like Scott. And since when did you know exactly what he smelled like? Or more importantly, how were you even alive right now? You were pretty sure that was it, the end, you were literally bleeding out in his arms. The noise caused commotion somewhere in another room, and suddenly the door flew open revealing a happy looking Scott. 

"You’re awake." He grinned. 

"Yeah. How? What happened?" 

"We won, the alphas who survived took of, swearing their loyalty to us." 

"And me?" You breathed, though a part of you already knew the answer, but you needed for him to say it. To make it real.

"Deucalion gave you the bite, you’re a werewolf." 

"Is he-" 

"Dead, yes. It’s all gonna be okay, we’re all going to help you. You’re not alone, you’re pack. You’re stuck with us, wether you like it or not." He grinned. 

"Oh, and just so you know, if you ever do something like that again, I’m going to kill you for even thinking about leaving me. Okay?"

"Okay." You nodded, giving him a peck. 

"Can we please eat now? Who knew dying could make you so hungry, I’m starving." Laughing, you made your way downstairs, where you were promptly a participant in a puppy pile, all simultaneously talking in a mixture of relief and annoyance for "being such an idiotic pain in the ass who doesn’t listen" as someone put it. 

"Love you to Derek." You smiled at him. 

"I’m glad you’re not dead." Stiles cut in. 

"Me to buddy, me to. Look’s like you’re stuck with me now, for ever." 

"Good." Isaac spoke right in your ear. 

"Someone better order pizza though soon, before I start eating Stiles."

"Hey, no eating the fragile human! Why me?"

"I would never eat you Stiles… I think." You winked, bursting out in laughter at his shocked expression, and soon he and the others joined in. And right then, surrounded by the people you love, your family, your pack you had found all on your own, you had finally found where you belonged. Everything would be just fine. 

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Scotty doesn’t know (yet)

Being the sister of one protective werewolf, was not the easiest sometimes, especially not when it came to dating boys. Though there was one very special boy that caught your interest, and in agreement you bought decided to keep your relationship hidden from Scott. And so far, it had worked surprisingly well. It wasn’t easy, but then again he was not that hard to fool most of the time, though there had been a few close calls. Like that one time he almost walked in on you making out on the bed, thankfully you had locked the door because you were sick of people barging into your room all the time without as much as knocking first. Of course, you should have know that it couldn’t last forever. 

"Why do you smell like Isaac?" Scott confronted you one day when you came home from hanging out with Isaac and Stiles. 

"Oh, we were baking and there was a bit of a mishap so Isaac lent me his shirt since mine got completely soaked." You shrugged. 

"Okay… and where is your shirt?"

"Stiles said he would wash it for me and give it back Monday, I’m not in a hurry to get it back. Isaac didn’t mind." 

"I’m sure he didn’t." 

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing just, you’ve been spending a lot of time together recently. You smell like him every time I see you." 

"Yeah, I’ve been spending time with Isaac, so what? I like him, his nice."

"If he hurts you, he’s dead. Pack or not." 


"What? I’m not oblivious, I know there’s something going on between you two." Well, the cat was out of the bag.

"I’m sorry Scott, I wanted to tell you I just couldn’t…"

"Why not?"

"Because I knew you’d react like this! Please, just stop it. Isaac’s a great guy, you know that, just let me be happy okay? I can handle my own messes." 

"I know." He sighed. "I just don’t want you to get hurt. I can’t help it, i worry. But I’ll calm down, I promise. Why don’t you invite Isaac over? We can have a double date." 

"Okay." You smiled, pecking him on the cheek. 

"You’re the best Scotty." 

AN: The tile is inspired by the song Scotty doesn’t know by LUSTRA, which I highly encourage you to listen to. I’ll guarantee you’ll be smiling.

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You anchor me back down

"You said you’d help me!" Liam shouted angrily, flashing his blue eyes and claws drawn. So yeah, it was full moon again and the new beta still hadn’t managed to control his shifting yet, which is why he was currently standing wolfed out in Derek’s loft while the rest of the pack tried to get him to calm down. It wasn’t going that well. 

"I know, I am trying but I can’t find your anchor, you have to do that on your own." 

"How am I supposed to - " Screaming, he fell down to the ground in pain, covering his ears in a desperate attempt to block out the noise.

"Do something, it’s not working." Kira spoke quietly. 

"I don’t know what to do." And that pretty much settled it then, or really, you had already made up your mind the second you got the call and found out what they were up to. You’d grown to like the latest member, and you couldn’t stand to se him in pain for another second. Or for him to hurt anyone. 

"Let me try." 

"I don’t-" Scott’s protest was interrupted by his girlfriend.

"She’ll be fine Scott, let her try." 

"Okay careful."

You nodded, and against your instincts, slowly walked over to the pup crouching on the floor, desperately trying to calm your heart down. 

"Hey, Liam." You spoke softly, causing him to look up. 

"I know this doesn’t make a lot of sense right now, all these feelings eating at you at once. It’s overwhelming. I need you to focus, you can do this, just look at me. Listen to my voice. You aren’t going to hurt me. You aren’t going to hurt anyone. You’re not a monster. I’m not afraid of you. Come back to me, I know you can do it."

Gasping, you saw his face transforming back to the beautiful young boy he was, a whimper escaping his throat, making you hug him tightly. 

"It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m right here. I knew you could do it." A soft laugh escaped you and you sighed in relief. 

"Are you okay?" You broke the silence as you pulled back to look at him.

"Yeah. It’s because of you." 

"What?" You frowned in confusion.

"You brought me back, you did. I think, I’ve found my anchor." He grinned. 

"It’s you. It’s always been you."

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Reasons why we love Dean Winchester
#7 He’ll stop at nothing when it comes to protecting Sam. 

Reasons why we love Dean Winchester

#7 He’ll stop at nothing when it comes to protecting Sam. 

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Don’t frown, someone could be falling in love with your smile.

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Kiss me slowly

You were lying comfortably, on what felt like a cloud, nestled in silky sheets and warmth, all over. Sighing, you turned your head, not wanting to wake up just yet. Though someone had other plans. The thing that woke you, was softly trailing up your arm, making noises escape from your mouth that would have made you want to die of embarrassment if it were anyone else. Finally, the lips touched yours and you kissed back eagerly, opening your eyes to see hazel. 

"Mm, morning." You smiled, still a bit disoriented from sleep. 

"Good morning, Mrs Hale." He returned the gesture, stroking your cheek.

"Say it again, please." 

"Mrs Hale." 

"I’m never going to get tired of hearing that." You sighed, happily snuggling closer to his side and planted a kiss on his cheek. 

"Neither am I." 

"Good, cause it would be awkward otherwise, you know with the whole til death do us part thing. Oh, that reminds me!” You sat sat up, leaning over him. 

"You are never ever allowed to die, do you understand me mr? Cause if you do, I’m gonna kill you for leaving me. I am not fit to raise crazy werewolf puppies on my own.” 

"I promise." He said solemnly, placing his hand on top of yours, the golden bands lightening up the bedroom when the sun’s ray hit them. The fact that you were married to this beautiful man still hadn’t quite registered with you. You were positive that everything that had happened last night was nothing but a dream, after all you’d been dreaming about it for so long, but here you were. 

"You better." He cocked an eyebrow, his default sour wolf face.

"Is that a threat missy? You do realize that I am a werewolf, and I can rip your throat out. With my teeth."

"I’m not scared of you." He didn’t bother replying.

"Okay, maybe a little bit." You admitted bashfully. "Though mostly, I kind of just want you to ravage me when you look like that, especially without your shirt." 

"Well, I think we can arrange something." His voice was low and rough, sending shivers down your spine. Suddenly, his eyes glowed red an he grinned wickedly, licking one of his fangs. 

"Round two?" 


Nine months and a terrified Alpha later, you gave birth to healthy twins, Laura and Noah Hale. And despite what he said, he cried when he picked her up. 

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Let’s make Dean in gym shorts the most reblogged picture on Tumblr.











“Challenge accepted!” —SPN fandom.

omg this is still going



Just reblogged this shit four times in a row… Keep it up guys

I’m just waiting for us to brake the notes