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Stalia Scenes 1/? (requested by anonymous)

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You took some of his pain away. Only a little bit. But sometimes a little can make quite a difference.

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27. Isaac and what ever other character you feel is good with hjm

hey this might not be the right ask game bc this prompt was from forever ago and idk when it was from but um here’s some stuff.

send me a prompt and a pairing?

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random au meme: lysaac for bellcrkes

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4x10 || aka the episode in which Stiles keeps looking at Malia’s lips

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For the tipsy sleepy headcanon: bamon + snowed in roommates

I already recced you @sixmorningsafter, so thanks for making me go above and beyond to even pretend to compete (it’s INCREDIBLE and I highly suggest it for Belvafore fans). :P

Damon is the first to acknowledge he’s not going into work that morning. His baby brother might be all about saving the world, but the family firm can go without its corporate litigator until the roads clear up. He makes a pot of coffee, preparing Bonnie’s mug with hot chocolate about the time her normal alarm goes off.

Seeing the snow coating the roads below, she yells at him for not having snuck into her room to turn off her alarm before it could ring. Even someone who doesn’t understand the concept of public service should be able to get basic courtesy.

He argues that letting her live in his spare room should be service enough, but even he could appreciate that he had the pillow thrown at his face coming.

When she moved to the city to join the regional dance company, she hadn’t expected the cost of living to so far exceed her admittedly robust salary as a choreographer. Hitting up college buds in town was a rite of passage, and it’s not her fault she grew on him and cooked better food than he could promise his gorgeous kitchen.

For a snowy morning snuggled under a fuzzy blanket, though, she can’t think of anyone else she’d rather argue over proper Netflix binges with.

Send me a ship and trope, I’ll crank out headcanons!

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In June 2009, MTV announced that they would be adapting the 1985 film Teen Wolf into a new television series ‘with a greater emphasis on romance, horror and werewolf mythology.’ On July 21, 2016, the cast announced at Comic Con that season six would be the final season.

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Stiles winking at Scott.

2011 — 2017

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6.18 / 6.20

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Lydia trying to avoid Scott and Kira because even though she's in love with him, she knows that he's happy with Kira. Except that he's not ;)

Okay, this is my first Scydia fanfic ever, so I’m a bit nervous, but here you are, dear fandom and anon, and I hope you like it, although I’m not sure that this is what you wanted me to write out of this prompt. If not, then write to me, and I’ll try better =) So, enjoy!

A heartbeat drives you mad

“Bowling.” Lydia said to these unbelievably indecisive two in front of her, without looking up from her book called The Human Nervous System. Well, these two were definitely getting on her nerves with their incapability of picking out what they want to do tonight on their date, so when they finally stayed quiet, and Kira started to consider bowling as an actual not-so-bad-maybe-we-should-give-it-a-try option, while Scott was probably just freaking out over the idea, Lydia let out a satisfied sigh.

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@teenwolf watch the show

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  We’ve never been on this Jeep before. 

                 Yes, we have. We just don’t remember it.

                                      I thought we were d o n e with that.

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favorite christmas memory

Stiles never really liked Christmas. He didn’t know why people made such a fuzz about the whole event. In his eyes, it was a lot of work to be with family members you didn’t even like, eating food you regretted eating in the morning and receiving shitty presents you had to pretend you liked.

Of course he hadn’t always been so bitter about the winter holiday. When his mom was still alive, he loved it. Anticipating Christmas morning, spending Christmas day in his pajamas, helping his mom bake cookies.

But after she died, it felt as if she took the warmth of the holiday with her. After her death, his dad didn’t feel like celebrating anymore. Family members stayed away, the presents became even shittier. His dad simply stopped trying.

Stiles guesses he did too.

That was until he met Malia.

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Day 23: 3am and the fire alarm in our apartment complex just went off let me lend you my jacket while we wait on the sidewalk + stalia

A/N: Edited for tone moving forward. 

Even If I Swim, I’ll Drown - Chapter 1

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Malia was not a fan of the cold. She hated how it would seep through any cracks, the feeling like it was curling into her bones, turning her into an icicle slowly. Even on mildly chilly nights like this one, she shivered wishing so hard that she had the common sense to pick up a heavier sweatshirt.

She had been fast asleep when the deafening fire alarm went off in her studio apartment at three o’clock in the morning, scaring the shit out of her. What kind of person was awake at this late hour, and what did they do to set off the alarm?

That was how Malia found herself was outside in her pyjamas and bunny slippers. She had slipped into the first thing when she panicked, before taking the stairs to the ground floor. Now they were probably dirtied by the pavement, and she would have to wash them. The night was looking better and better.

“Probably some drunk that got the munchies after a long night,” a voice muttered beside her.

Malia turned to look at the guy in the leather jacket standing beside her, positive that she hadn’t said anything out loud.

He had his head tilted up, like he was trying to figure out which floor was the source of the disturbance. She noticed that he didn’t look as haggard as the rest of the residents, and in fact looked like he just arrived.

Lucky him.

She on the other hand had been cocooned in her warm bed, dreaming about running through the woods. It had been a lovely dream but the angle seemed off. Like she was closer to the ground than she ought to be… The dream had been slightly disorienting, but then again when did her dreams ever make sense?

“Wonderful,” Malia responded out loud also looking up. “I wish he had scheduled his stupidity for another night though.”

“Nice dream?”

“Weird dream, fitful sleep,” Malia rubbed her arms to get the circulation back again. Thinking about warm places did nothing for her. At least she was wearing her fleece pjs, so small graces.

“Here,” the guy said as he shrugged off his jacket and placed it over her shoulders. It was so unexpected, Malia simply blinked at him but accepted it all the same.

She instantly felt warmer as she slipped her arms into the too big sleeves, zipping it up quickly. The jacket had a warm lining, that easily protected her from the wind.

Malia was half expecting him to start chatting her up, now that she had given him an opening, but he surprised her when he stood quietly, hands in his pockets.

Not like most guys then.

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Stiles checked out the girl in the bunny slippers subtly. Seeing them made him smile, but he didn’t dare let that image sway what type of personality she might have. She looked to be new; to the complex and to the area, which intrigued him. People rarely moved to this rundown neighbourhood by choice. Must be in the foster care system.

He had strict orders not to befriend people from the building; you never knew who their friends might be. But surely there wasn’t a rule against chivalry right? He would just get the jacket back when they could go back in again. No one had to know.

Plus she looked really good in leather. Finding it hard to keep the thought to himself, he turned towards her completely, “You should get one. It looks good on you.”

Malia turned to him confused and then realized he was talking about the jacket. “From what I’ve seen, leather makes everyone look hot,” She paused and then continued, “not that I was implying that I’m hot. Or that you were while you were wearing it.”

Stiles hid a smile as he nodded, “Noted.” Just then they heard the fire truck turning into their complex and moved to the opposite sidewalk as directed.

“Finally!” Malia muttered under her breath.

It took a couple minutes after to sort out the issue—night time cooking. He was right—and as soon as they were signalled that it was safe to go back in, Malia shot forward before Stiles could say anything.

As he watched her go, Stiles gritted his teeth. Now what was he going to say to Scott tomorrow when he came to school without his jacket? He didn’t even know what floor she lived on, and it wasn’t like the neighbours would be forthcoming about sharing information…

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Malia reached her apartment when she realized that she still had the nice guy’s jacket on. She took it off quickly trying to decide how she would go about returning it—considering she didn’t even know where he lived—when she spotted the emblem on the side of the right sleeve.

It felt as if someone threw a bucket of cold water over her, as she stared at the simple design of a yellow circle within a larger, thicker red circle. Rooted to the spot, she remembered one of the first things she was told when she moved here. It had seemed so simple back then, Malia thought she would have no trouble adhering to it.

When was she going to catch a break?

Not only had she worn the jacket, but also talked to a member of the notorious gang known as the Beacon Wolves. The same gang she had been warned to not get mixed up in. Frantically, she checked the pockets for ID hoping he was of a lower rank. Not that it would make things better, but still.

Being bounced around enough times in the system, Malia knew a thing or two about gangs and very quickly learned about territories and gang wars. Enough to know it was safe to be clear of them. Safe when you didn’t get involved with them. That was the rule.

Tracy had told her some of it like names, ranks, and gang turfs just to get a better idea on how to stay out of harm’s way. Talking to one of them was just…

“Please, please be of a lower rank,” she said as she felt around the pocket. Pulling out the wallet, she flipped it open and stared at the student card with the familiar colours of the high school she had just enrolled in that year.

Her hands shook as she read the name over and over, as though she was hoping if she stared hard enough, that it would change. From what she had heard, he was far from nice, definitely not a gentleman, and one hundred percent trouble.

She was so beyond screwed.

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A/N: Hullo Lovelies! Who knew accepting a kind gesture from a stranger could go so horribly wrong? :D I actually would love to am continuing this story. I have no idea how my prompt morphed into this…like it has so much potential, and literally begging to be written. Hope you enjoyed the read! Much love~ Nenz