#{it looks like I'm going to die too.}|Stiles Stilinski|

[sundrop-writes]

oo! I was just unsure of how you could do it for some of the characters but I trust you to come up with good scenarios, you’re always very creative with them.

So, could I ask for how you think teen wolf characters Stiles, Isaac, Lydia, & Derek would react to finding out reader is pregnant? (could be with their baby, or however else you think up bc ofc Lydia can’t get anyone pregnant 😂)

And no you are not alone. I really like pregnancy and baby fics, which is why I was wondering, but I was still a bit worried you weren’t up for it for this particular fandom! It’s very fun to read about having an imaginary family with my fav characters and the variety of diff scenarios that could lead to it.

'I'm sure you could come up with something good' - and the first time I read this message, I came up with something delightfully insane for Lydia. so strap in omg

I am also glad that I'm not the only one who likes pregnancy and kid fics!!! I think they are so much fun because it has elements of drama and fluff and caring. It's such a nice soup of emotions. I really hope you like what I have done here.

Teen Wolf requests are OPEN. Please read my Rules before requesting!

How would the pack react to finding out that you're pregnant with their baby?

Included: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, and Derek Hale.

Warnings: usually I do GN readers for reactions but this one called for fem!reader - the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina (and has the ability to get pregnant); in Lydia's section, the reader is a werewolf; mentions of the reader having typical pregnancy symptoms; sexual themes (baby making - duh), some sentences that could be considered smutty?; I think Isaac's part is the longest because we know I have a fucking soft spot for him; mentions of unprotected sex (again - duh); mentions of the abuse Isaac experienced from his father (not detailed); umm idk what else - generally mature themes? But no major warnings other than that.

Stiles would freeze up. He would be so unsure how to react to the information that for a while, he wouldn't react at all.

When the words came out of your mouth, he thought he had misheard you.

"Stiles, I - I'm pregnant."

"What?" He gaped in response.

"I'm pregnant." You affirmed gently.

He sat there, frozen with shock, and didn't say anything for a long time.

He was overwhelmed with too many thoughts and emotions. He wanted to be happy, but he felt like he wasn't ready for this. But he also wasn't ready for half the things that had happened to him in life so far - being kidnapped (more than once), having friends die or nearly die around him, being possessed by a thousand year old demon and fighting to be freed.

This was good, right?

It was you. He wanted you, he wanted everything that came with a life with you.

But it was so soon.

His dad was going to kill him.

"Stiles, say something, please-" You begged quietly, and when your eyes began to brim with tears, that broke him free from his horrible shock.

He couldn't stand to see you hurt. He jumped off the bed and swept you into a hug, holding you tight. Instinctively, you squeezed him back, seeking the comfort that always came from his touch.

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry." He said, whispering into your neck. "I'm sorry, I know this is bad-"

"You think it's bad?" You posed in return, misconstruing his words. "So - so you don't want to keep it?"

His heart shook in his chest.

Of all the things he had been thinking, that was not one of them.

"No." He said sharply, pulling away from the hug to get a good look at your tearful face. Your features were still twisted with pain, and he absolutely hated it. "I just - I just meant that you're upset, and that's bad."

"Well - what about the pregnancy part?" You asked urgently. "What do you think about that part?"

"It's scary as hell." He answered honestly. Your lip quivered, and he rushed to say more. "But for once in my life, I think it's the good kind of scary, like - like roller coasters or scary movies where you know nobody actually gets hurt, or - or spicy hot wings." He rambled on. "I'm terrified, but I think this is gonna be amazing. There's nobody else that I'd rather have a baby with than you."

Saying the word 'baby' out loud made it all terribly real.

You gave him a wet, tearful smile, and then pulled him into a kiss.

Isaac would be upset and insecure.

After you told him, Isaac ran - he ditched out of your bedroom window, leaving you alone and tearful, and after you spent days in bed sobbing (your sadness likely multiplied by the pregnancy hormones), you would be determined to track him down. Even if he didn't agree to be a father, even if he didn't own up to it, at the very least, you needed to finish the conversation you had started. You needed closure - the end of the relationship, if that's what he wanted.

After days of him dodging you, you finally managed to catch him at Derek's loft. It was clear that he wanted to run again, but Derek's words about owning up to his responsibilities were ringing in his ears, and he decided that at the very least, he owed you an explanation. He would give you the conversation you so desperately wanted.

"What the fuck, Isaac?" You barked at him, tears edging in your eyes again at seeing him for the first time in a week. "What the hell is wrong with you? I-"

"You really want me to run down that fucking laundry list now?" He snapped, more bitter and rage fuelled than you had ever seen him. His voice caused chills down your spine. "Because I'm surprised it's taken you this long to notice one thing, let alone half of it!"

This was not the man who you had fallen in love with. This wasn't your sweet, loving Isaac. This wasn't the man who had taken you to bed, kissed over every inch of your body, made you so ripe with passion that something like a condom felt insignificant compared to the cosmos you saw in his eyes as he pushed his cock inside of you.

"Isaac, what are you talking about?" You asked, your voice small, barely edging above a whisper as you stared him down carefully, searching through his eyes - wondering if everything before this had just been an act to get you into bed.

All you saw boiling up inside of him was hurt, and it made you ache too.

"I don't expect you to know." He sighed fitfully, shaking his head.

You put a hand over your stomach, a protective instinct, and his gaze focused there. Regret splashed up inside of him, and he couldn't contain his next words.

"When you told me you were pregnant, did you expect the fucking sun to shine down and angels to sing and some fucking - Hallmark bullshit?" He questioned, clearly jaded.

You hadn't expected that, but you hadn't expected him to run away. Part of you expected him to be happy.

"I can't be happy about this." He told you, almost as if reading your mind. "I have shitty, horrible DNA. I'm a monster, Y/N." You gave him a puzzled look, and he continued. "I'm not talking about the werewolf thing - my father was a horrible person. You know that. I can't be around a kid. I can't have a baby. I can't risk it."

He said the last part softly, that terrible regret lacing his voice, and suddenly, in that moment, it all became crystal clear to you. He thought his father's abusive ways would be hereditary.

Your chest clenched with a horrible pain, and you wandered across the room toward him, and instinctively, he backed away from you.

"Don't." He said, continuing to eye your stomach sharply. You realized now that he thought he was protecting your baby by staying away from it, staying away from you.

You inched toward him again, this time managing to snag his hand, which you brought to place flat on your stomach. You were early in your pregnancy, not showing (your stomach not any different than it normally would be) - but something wolfish inside of him flared with protectiveness, something could sense that different thing about you. It was subtle, but he could feel and hear another heartbeat under his palm. He wanted to run again, but feeling this, being so close - it caused him to relax against you, instinctively wrapping his other arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

"Isaac, you're nothing like your father." You told him quietly. "You're not going to hurt our baby-"

"But what if I do?" He argued, his voice cracking with fear.

"You won't." You assured him. "We both know that you won't."

Lydia would be shocked - in denial. Because - what the fuck is happening? This shouldn't be scientifically possible, right? Right?

At first, she was convinced that you cheated on her. She freaked out about that. She screamed at you, threw things. You cried because you hated that she was accusing you of such a horrible crime, even if you understood why (to an extent). She shouldn't be able to get you pregnant, so it was perfectly sane to think that you had cheated on her with a guy during the course of your relationship - even though you hadn't. This was crazy. This shouldn't be possible.

When you had first started feeling the symptoms - the nausea, the irritability, the generally off feeling, something that kept nagging at you and had all of your senses on edge, you hadn't even thought to take a pregnancy test. Even when you missed your period, you assumed that it was stress, not eating right... a laundry list of other things before you would have assumed this.

But then - Derek pulled you aside and asked why you smelled like that. He said the only other time he had smelled it was when he was much younger - before the fire, when one of his aunts was pregnant. You told him that it wasn't possible, and he told you that his nose never lied.

So - driven crazy by the thought, and believing it to be impossible, you peed on the stupid little stick. And then another, and then another, entirely in disbelief. And when you dumped a bunch of pee covered sticks onto Scott's Mom's kitchen counter, much to her horror, asking her if there was any way they could be wrong. She told you it was unlikely, but took you to the hospital to get you a blood test, and when it came back positive, she asked you who the father was.

She gave you that same fish-gaped mouth when you told her.

"Lydia." You sighed. "Lydia is the father. She's the only person I've ever had sex with."

And this left you and Lydia in Derek's kitchen with him and Stiles, with your positive blood test sitting in the middle of the counter, Stiles pouring over every book he could find on the subject - all of you irritably confused.

"How?" Lydia gaped, still in shock. "How?"

"I don't know." Derek shrugged. "You tell me."

"And - and you didn't cheat on me?" Lydia asked you, still believing this to be the most logical answer.

"Yes." Derek answered, cutting you off. "She's not lying. That much I can tell you."

You were glad that he backed you up on this, but it still left everyone confused and searching for answers.

"Look, okay, Lydia - you survived the Alpha bite, you have some weird immunity." Stiles said, pausing between his frantic page flipping. "Maybe... this is what happens when you have sex with a werewolf?"

Lydia scoffed and you hid your face in your hands with embarrassment. You wondered if it had something to do with the full moon. The last time - you had been so full of energy, pulsing with power as the moon came to its fullness overhead, and you had pinned her down, spent hours rubbing your cunt raw against hers. But you never thought that anything the two of you did could result in a pregnancy.

"Maybe it would help if you tell me exactly what you two did?" Stiles suggested - he was thinking of it from a theoretical, scientific standpoint, not realizing how perverted this sounded until after it left his lips.

"Really?!" Lydia glared at him.

You picked up a nearby vase and threw it at him without hesitation, and he dodged it, causing it to smash against the wall behind his head, disintegrating into dust.

"Okay, bad idea!"

"Just shut up and keep reading."

Derek would be intensely protective. From the second the words came out of your mouth, the entire axis of his world shifted. Everything became about you and protecting you and your unborn baby.

"Derek, I think I'm pregnant."

Everything suddenly made sense. The change in your scent, the odd way you had been acting, the fact that you had been sick recently.

He couldn't contain the deep, feral growl he let out - the way his eyes lit up as the news fully overtook him. The flash of red made you mistake him as angry, and your entire body sagged.

"Look, I'm sorry, but this isn't just my fault-" You hissed sharply at him, and he cut you off by sealing his lips over your own, smothering you in an intense, hot, confusing kiss.

Of course he knew that it wasn't 'just your fault'. The two of you had sex plenty of times, but if he wasn't mistaken, he remembered the night vividly well-

You thought it would be funny to tease him by tempting him with a chase through the woods, and it ended with you stomach down in a clearing, your cheek pressed against the dirt while he fucked into you roughly from behind, growling warnings in your ear, telling you not to tease him again. (Which only made you want to do it again, and again.)

"Don't be sorry, moonflower." He mumbled against your lips, using his nickname for you. "Don't ever be sorry about this."

The passion that overtook his voice sent chills down your spine. You were speechless.

"Derek?" You questioned, a quiet chirp that almost died off in your throat.

"From now on, you don't leave my sight, do you understand me?" He said, gently running his knuckles across your face, as sweet and soothing as you had ever seen him.

Before, he had been subtle in his protection of you. Reaching over to snap on your seatbelt before you could do it yourself, always putting an arm around you, especially in the face of danger, making sure that he walked in front of you if thought there might be a threat around. He had never been this outright passionate about his protection of you before.

But he would never risk the life of his unborn child - he would never let anybody come between him and the woman who was going to mother that child. It was a sacred bond now.

"Yes, of course." You couldn't help but to agree.

Then, Derek surprised you when he knelt down in front of you, placing his forehead on your stomach and gently closing his eyes as if partaking in the solitude of prayer. Which, he was - uttering silent promises to your unborn child, worshipping at the altar of the powerful, beautiful woman who was going to bring that baby into this world.

It left you speechless once again, and all you could do was run your fingers through his hair, further adding to his peace.

[hiseyebrowsaregone]

do you have a list of sterek fic you recommend most?

First I have no idea how long this has been here and I'm sorry that it has took me however long to answer, I never saw the ask before now!

Anyway your (long?) Awaited list!

Will to follow through by owlpostagain

| 2/2 | 42,411 | Teen and Up | Sterek |

“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows by owlpostagain

| 1/1 | 22,322 | Teen and Up | Sterek |

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”

The gift of death by Lalaith_Quetzalli

| 1/1 | 10,913 | Teen and Up | Sterek |

Stiles realizes he cannot trust Scott, he’s never trusted the Argents, and Derek tries but he cannot do it all alone. Which means that if he wants to stop the kanima before more people die, he’s going to have to step forward himself. It’s time everyone learns who Mieczyslaw ‘Stiles’ Stilinski truly is…

On jest słońcem (He Is The Sun) by haaaveyoumetted

| 3/3 | 6,166 | No rating | Sterek |

"AU where Stiles speaks in Polish to his dad

And maybe he talks to himself in Polish too

And maybe he talks about Derek a lot. Derek’s eyes. Derek’s shoulders. Derek’s adorable teeth. Derek’s arms. Derek Derek Derek

And maybe he has a nickname he calls Derek when he talks about him, because he could pick his own name out of a sentence and that would be embarrassing, right?

And maybe Derek understands every damn word, because you speak many languages Derek Hale

And maybe it kills Derek a little bit that Stiles hasn’t told him about this guy he talks about like he hung the moon. Maybe it kills Derek a little that it’s not him."

There Are No Wolves in California (Werewolves on the Other Hand...) By isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) & KioFox

| 4/4 | 49,010 | mature | Sterek |

“I’m not calming down until you call animal control! I fucking saw it! There were fucking wolves!”

“There are no wolves in California, Mr. Daehler,” the principal said, sounding exasperated, like this was the third time she’d said it to him.

“Well clearly there are!” he shouted back, showing such a lack of respect for the woman, Stiles had to applaud her for her fortitude not to smack him in the face.

“Perhaps you were mistaken,” she said calmly.

“No I wasn’t fucking mistaken,” Matt insisted, sounding incensed. “No way these were dogs, they were massive!”

For a second, Stiles felt like the world had slowed considerably as those words wormed their way into his brain. Because—he knew a dog that was massive. Honestly, he’d also brushed away the idea of the dog being a wolf because there were no wolves in California.

But... what if there were?

Holy shit, had Stiles literally spent his lunch break with a fucking wolf cuddled into his side while he pet it?! Good God, he was lucky to still have all his limbs!

Go Away, Scott by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

| 45/45 | 66,227 | No rating | Sterek |

After the incident at the warehouse, Stiles is fed up with Scott. He finds himself drawn into Derek’s pack and in the process, drawn to Derek himself.

With the Alpha Pack closing in, Derek needs to learn how to trust his pack and those around him. And who better to help him than Stiles?

I wanna hear (how your heart speaks) by LadySlytherin

| 25/25 | 97,791 | Explicit | Sterek |

When an attack on Derek leaves Stiles as collateral damage and causes him to lose his hearing, the Pack is at a loss. With the Alpha Pack to contend with and his wayward betas barely come to heel, Derek’s already got his hands full. He doesn't have time for an injured human teenager or his sheriff father. But Stiles is pack - something Derek has known for a while - with the potential to be even more. And Derek soon finds that Stiles is more of an asset than anyone realized, even with his new limitations.

As for Stiles, he's about to find out that sometimes when you lose one thing, you gain so much more.

[sunnyie-eve]

33 | For the Best

Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf

Paring: (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: None

| MASTERLIST |

~

Julia wakes up and looks around to see Stiles sitting a good distance away from her and it looked like they were in the school's basement.

When he looks over at her she curls up in a ball so he gets up going over to her slowly, "It's me, Julia. I swear it's me." He puts his hands up.

"How do I know for sure?" She gets up taking a step back.

"I promise, Jules. I don't remember much but I know you're scared of me because of him. Trust me please."

"Why are we at school?" She asks him so he tells her to talk to Scott so he turns on the alarm to get his attention hopefully.

Scott end up coming down with the twins so Stiles turns to them as Julia looks over at them, "Okay, I know what you guys are thinking but it's me. I swear to God, it's me." He tells the three and the twins rush at him.

Julia steps aside and Scott stops the twins to from hurting Stiles, "It's me, Scott. I swear it's me. I don't know where I've been for the last two days or what I've been doing, or why Julia is with me, but this is me. I promise."

"You know what happened at the hospital?"

"I know more than that." Stiles goes to show everything blueprints and plans saying he might have been up to something a lot worse.

"Julia, why have you been just staying with him?" Aiden asks her as she holds herself.

"Void have been keeping me sedated. He took me to know of his plan will work and it will. I've only been awake once for the past two days. He said hopefully next time I wake up Stiles will be himself." She looks over at Stiles, "So I'm guessing he is himself."

Going through the back more Stiles had a blueprint of the hospital electrical grid and a bag full of rope, wire and tools as well as well a map of the Cross Country Team running trail. They all come up with believing the Nogitsune had used Stiles to set up booby-traps along the trail, so they race to stop the team.

When they pull up in the jeep coach was surprised to see Stiles and Julia so they quickly explains they need to stop the team.

As the team arrives and they manage to stop the rest of the cross country team. Stiles finds a chain under some leaves but it is attached to nothing.

Coach believes this is just another funny/weird Stilinski moment begins to berate him. "Coach!" Julia watch's as he steps forward into a tripwire and an arrow punctures his diaphragm causing him to collapse.

Julia rushes over bending down by his head, "Coach, open your eyes." She taps on his cheek making him start to scream.

"Get it out of me! Get it out of me! Get it out of me!" He yells as the guys. "I'm gonna die!" He yells looking at all of them.

Stiles tries telling him he's not going to die. Julia looks at Scott indicating he should use his ability to take away pain so Scott does so and Coach passes out.

Stiles looks at his bloody hands ranting about how he could have killed him. "He's gonna be alright Stiles." Julia looks up at him as they hear an ambulance.

When they show up to take Coach to the hospital Stiles and his dad hug since he was relieved to see his son was alright. "Julia, I'm glad to see you're okay too." He pulls Julia into a hug as well, "Where have you guys been?"

"We don't remember anything." Julia tells him, "But we're okay right now." She adds till Scott shout for Noah so he rushes over.

They all end up at school since they believe that's where the bomb was. As everyone was watching on it turns out it was just a distraction because the bomb was somewhere else. Turns out it was at the station so they get there after it went off.

Rushing inside to help multiple officers were down, Scott tries taking someone pain but Julia said he was going to die and he did.

Noah tells the three to get out and when they start to, Kira shows up telling them the Oni were coming and that they had to leave quickly. They head to the animal clinic to be safe and when they get there the Oni show up.

Scott gets implied by one of the swords fighting the Oni and when they all get inside Kira tries to take it out of Scott but Stiles stops her. He knocks her out then points at Julia shaking his finger no.

"Void, don't please." She begs him so he walks over to her making her back away.

"Don't worry sweetheart." He turns back to Scott and grabs the sword twisting it.

Julia wanted to help, she did but she was scared of him sliding down the wall curling up into a ball till Deaton showed up injecting Stiles with a poison to the fox in him. He helps Scoot then asks if she okay.

"I'm sorry, Scott. I couldn't. He scares me." She cries.

Going home Lydia rushes to Julia pulling her into a hug, "Where have you been? Are you okay? What happened?" She grabs her face asking her all the questions.

"I'm okay, and Void kidnapped me to make sure his plan will work. I've been out mostly for the past two days." Julia tells her as she sits on her bed.

"Are you really okay?" Lydia sits next to her.

"No, I'm terrified." She tears up, "Void scares me and what makes it worse is that he's using Stiles. I know he would never do these things yet he technically is."

"Are you scared to be around Stiles even when he's himself?" Lydia asks her.

"A tad bit but I can't help it. How Void had a hold of me when I was trying to fight him away." She looks at her sister.

"Don't let him make you scared of Stiles, Julia. You know he could never hurt you like that. He cares too much about you." Lydia hold her hand, "Don't satisfy him."

~

The next day Julia got a call from Noah asking her if she wanted to go with him and Stiles to be by his side moving into Eichen House for 72 hours. Stiles and Noah told her not tell Scott but he found out anyways showing up as they waited outside.

Noah explains that Stiles' MRI results looked exactly like those of his wife and that he was terrified. That he is going to LA tomorrow to talk to a specialist and that it was Stiles who had requested that he be locked away in the mental health facility so that he doesn't hurt anyone.

Scott tries to talk him out of the plan saying that Deaton's got some ideas and Argent is calling people to try to find something to help him rid himself of the Nogitsune. Stiles tells him if they don't find something then Scott must make sure he never gets out.

As the three leave Scott going in Stiles grabs Julia's hand, "I know you're scared of me. Why are you here?" He asks before they walk inside.

"I'm not scared of you. I'm scared of him. You're my best friend Stiles and I care about you so much. He wants me to be afraid of you and I won't give him that." She explains to him, "What he did to me wasn't you and I know that. You could never do that to me."

"But it's still my face you see when he hurts you." He squeezes her hand.

"Maybe but when I make eye contact with him I can tell it's him and not you. Your eyes tell a whole different story when you look at me." She smiles squeezing his hand now, "They're always so gentle."

Stiles pulls her into a tight hug not wanting to let go. He just wanted to keep apologizing. She was just too good to be true.

Inside the Eichen House attendant explains the rules that there are no phone calls, emails or visitors allowed in the first 72 hours. As she lays out the process, a physical, meeting with a psychologist, and group therapy, Noah becomes more and more agitated.

Julia notices that so she places her hand on his shoulder. The attendant takes Stiles shoes and gives him brown slippers because no laces allowed and then makes him empty his pockets of keys and other items.

Suddenly Noah declares that they forgot Stiles' pillow and that they must leave to go and get it. He manically explains that every time they've stayed in a hotel, the first thing they pack is Stiles' pillow. Stiles explains that he hasn't slept well in weeks and hugs his father tightly.

"Hopefully this works out." Julia speaks up as Stiles goes to hug her next.

"That's why I'm putting myself in here." He chuckles squeezing her tightly. As he pulls back he looks into her eyes wanting to kiss her so badly.

"Don't worry about your dad. I'll keep an eye on him." Julia smiles looking over at Noah with her sweet smile. Stiles is off down the hall with the attendant, leaving Julia and his father standing alone, "It's for the best." She adds turning to face Noah.

"I know." He sighs, "Let's just get you home since it's late." He motions for her to walk ahead of him.

"I was actually hoping I can stay with while Stiles is here so you aren't alone. My mom wouldn't care trust me." She tells him hoping he'll let her.

"That sounds nice. Then let's go home." They leave together.

When they get to the house Noah tells Julia goodnight as she walks upstairs going to Stiles room. Walking into his room she gets clothes to sleep in before changing and getting into bed.

Cuddling one of his pillows she starts to cry a bit wishing for Stiles to be himself again. She wished void possesses one of the others instead of him. Why Stiles? Why her best friend she was in love with sadly.

While Stiles was in for the first night he didn't sleep at all just sitting up all night. The next day he wanted to use the phone changing his mind about being there but it was still turned off.

When trying to figure a way out, Stiles ends up running into Malia, who attacks him since she hated being normal. As he was held down he notices the basement was the same from the time he was asleep.

Later in the day he finds Malia taking a shower in the boys room. They chat for a bit while Stiles tries not to look at her. She rants why she hates being human and wants to go back to being a coyote. They said they would help each other out in order of what they want.

Sadly when Malia gets the keys for Stiles the plan doesn't work and Stiles gets caught and the force him to go to sleep. Malia ends up helping him out and they get to the basement. They go through files that were down there but Stiles couldn't find anything that could help him.

Asking Malia to check the lines on his back, she said they were fading causing him to sigh. Malia ends up kissing Stiles taking him by surprise.

"Umm, okay." Stiles moves away a bit not knowing what to feel.

"Was that bad?" She asks him.

"No, but..." He looks away from her, "I kinda like my friend outside of here." He tells her.

"That short red head?"

"Strawberry blonde but yeah her. Things have been confusing lately." He explains to her.

[houseofpendragons]

Thoughts on Teen Wolf the Movie while watching it (SPOILERS) pt.1

Before I even start let me say that they should've just made it another 12 or 10 or hell even an 8 episode mini series

Should've opened with Isaac instead of Liam and Hikari in Japan smh. He was the last one to have the triskele box, how tf did Liam get it? (I do understand that Daniel Sharman couldn't be in the film but still...at least give me an explanation)

I don't care what they say, Hikari was supposed to be Kira and Hikari wasn't supposed to even exist. Liam and Hikari are clearly what Scott & Kira Should've been, minus the restaurant in Japan, if they'd done the right thing and brought Kira back in the last season. He said he'd wait for her😭. (Though I Stan the actress for not coming back when they were going to pay her white female castmates more than her. Honestly fuck them for that)

Why does Liam own a restaurant in Japan. How did we get here in our lives. Liam u supposed to be protecting Beacon Hills. Also idk what career I though Liam would get but it definitely wouldn't have been restaurant owner. I can see him as a coach maybe (at Devonford Prep in honor of Brett; huh maybe I did know what career I thought he'd have🤔)

Damn y'all really keeping Nogi with teas and spices. Ig hiding it in plain sight works idk 🤷‍♀️

Why Liam fall like that 😭

Damn Nogi really reminding me of the Witch from Narnia when she appeared in that ice wall thing in the second movie

also if Nogi can talk through that thing, why hasn't he manipulate someone into setting him free already

Though that Nogi was like a regular fly, not a firefly...

Scott being call "The Alpha" like they'll never know🤫 also like I thought Monroe went international w/ her hunting. Ain't no way Scott's just chillin all carefree enough to put his name on a business.

Yeah Scott save that doggie...oh and the little grl too. Also this would've been better plot wise if this was a flashback of Scott saving a little Hikari, it would explain how she's randomly apart of the pack now

Love how Scott's animal clinic looks like a mixture of Deaton's vet place and Derek's loft

Scott talking about having kids one day was how I knew they'd give him Eli at the end. Like wtf, he should be raised by his family, by other born wolves who know about the werewolf history that Derek did. Like hello we got great uncle Peter, auntie Cora, and hell even cousin Malia. Derek WOULD NOT want his SON raised by an ARGENT!

"I didn't see it. I took my eyes off the road for like two seconds to change the song on my ipod"

Wooo spooky 👻

I said ah oop jump scare Chris "I never use the front door" Argent

Poor Chris no parent ever deserves their child to die before them

Bardo! and who stayed up all night doing research about Bardo for you, huh, Mr. McTruealphaman. KIRA!

Yes papa Argent, say fuck

Well Jeff Davis said he wanted the timeline to work out so that Eli was born before Derek returned to Beacon Hills in an interview (idk where it is and I'm too lazy to find it) and after the series finale timeskip in the last season it was 2017, its now 2026 so technically it's been 11 years Scott my boy

Look at me out here fixing the timeline for everyone😁

"I got a feeling the real answers are in Beacon Hills" Yeah no shit Chris, everything's gotta do with Beacon Hills

Scott your the alpha. Be the alpha. Quit asking other people to to decisions for you, for the love of God

So Scott I understand why you left Beacon Hills but are we going to address what happend to Monroe and the internatipnal hunters Corp? No?...okay then

Chris why did you leave mama McCall. Jeff u really out here breaking everyone up. Should've got w/ Papa Stilinski so Scott and Stiles could be brothers fr "oh what could've been"

Why the pack break up? not gonna give me an explanation again...okay I'm sensing a pattern here

Yeassss!!! Business woman Lydia, we knew u could do it. And she looks very snazzy in that white outfit with her ponytail if I do say so myself. Funny how the banshee's business has to do with sound lmao it's perfect.

Lyd!😭 Thats Mrs. Martin-Stilinski to you! Shit at least call her Lyds so that you don't sound like your calling her a lid💀

Damn u think Lydia would've learned to look at stuff by now before handing it out. Nah but on a real note I feel like she should have a better understanding of her abilities by now, and have expanded on them, and had more control of them but that might be just me

I SAID ITS MRS. MARTIN-STILINSKI Ray or whatever ur name is!

Oooo the automatic writing again

Yayyy Eli Hale! In my head Eli is a nickname for Elijah, just like Derek is a nickname Frederick (if you known you know🤣)

Hale Auto?! Ain't no way. Derek ain't a mechanic. I refuse. Terrible career choice for the man. He's rich, he ain't even gotta work

Maybe Malia could be a mechanic but I doubt it, ooo a Park Ranger would be perfect.

Love how Eli just hotwired that jeep😂. Oh and just let me say this here and get it out of my system. Eli is similar to both Stiles and Scott when they were younger but he is NOT STILES. Yes he's sarcastic and a little delinquent but do you guys know how many teenagers are sarcastic little delinquents? Alot. It's a teen thing. I was the same way (minus the crimes😂) and still am sarcastic af. Love Eli as Eli, not a mini or replacement for Stiles. Love u guys to death but we went into this knowing there was no Stiles.

Jeff Davis: No Stiles.

Us: No Stiles?

Jeff Davis: No Stiles!

Boys gonna pop a damn wheelie in fucking Roscoe

Love how Parrish just calls Mason instead of tailing him

I'm fucking dead💀they was all too scared to tell Derek (me too thou bc sourwolf is scary😶)

Why is Mason a deputy? Feel like he should be working at Lydia's, like he's right under her is what I'd say he should be doing. I could see Corey, his husband, maybe being a deputy though. *gasp* or a cute little school teacher🥺

I stand by what I said earlier, Malia should be a park ranger and I add to that by saying that she should be the consultant and not Derek (though i understand they had to reintroduce his character) she spent a lot of time in those woods, and she's more intune with her animal side than anyone else

Derek still sexy af

serial arsonist...wolf pack also has a serial arsonist. I swear to God they should've just made it a spin off instead of its own thing

You definitely should call Stiles, he's head of his own supernatural devison in the FBI👍

Love how Derek was like a fugitive for most of the series and now he works w/ the police. Eli taking up that criminal mantel now😂

I mean...is it really grand theft auto if he took it from his own dads shop🤷‍♀️🤣

Derek's got ptsd from the jeep

Eli wanted to race that grl, I now headcanon that's how he flirts. Just like his daddy he's like haha look I'm better than you at something "you wanna see some real speed bitch" (flashbacks to when Derek flirted with Paige by being an ass with that basketball, like grl just wanted to play her cello in peace and quite)

Love how Derek just like slashed the tires. Really said "i don't think so. My names Derek hale. I go way back" (I'm so sorry to anyone reading this)

Part 1-5

[thatonelonelydude]

Right Place, Wrong Time

A sterek fic, part 1

Derek's brain sluggishly drug him from unconsciousness. His body was telling him that he was in danger, that there was something in the room with him, but his bone deep exhaustion was tugging him back under and the ache that permeated throughout his entire being made him not want to wake. With what little alertness he had, he tried to sense what put his subconscious on high alert. He was still in the Stilinski household, in Stiles' bed where he had crashed earlier in the night, and nothing felt out of place. There were no foreign sounds or smells, and the only heartbeats in the house were his and the sheriff's. He rolled onto his side with a low groan and buried his face in the pillow beneath his head. He forced himself to relax back into the sheets and for his mind to quiet down. He had nearly drifted off again when a very important fact finally registered in his mind.

The sheriff was home.

The wolf's eyes flew open at the realization, and he frantically tried to located the man's heartbeat over the pounding of his own. If the sheriff found him in his son's bed he was for sure a deadman. Considering he used to be a fugitive, the man wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in his head and fill him full of lead. Why did Stiles have to pick this night of all nights to stay at Scott's? Why couldn't he be here to talk his dad down so Derek could leave the house alive and not in a body bag? This was going to be his last day on earth and he knew it.

Ba-bump, ba-bump.

There it was. He focused on the sound to see if the sheriff was far enough away that he could slip away undetected.

Ba-bump, ba-bump.

His heartbeat sounded eerily close. Almost like he was-

Ba-bump.

Oh boy. He was standing right behind him, wasn't he?

Derek slowly turned his head to peer over his shoulder and locked eyes with the barrel of a familiar gun. Shit. He had spent all day, from dawn till dusk, dodging the bullets and arrows of hunters, and now he was going to die at the hands of the sheriff. His eyes trailed upwards from the gun to the face of its owner and was met a hard glare.

"You better have one hell of a reason as to why you're in my house." John growled out, voice cold.

Derek looked back down at the gun pointed at his head. There was no way he could talk himself out of this predicament, he wasn't Stiles. Although, he sure wished he was right now. There was nothing he could say that would work as an excuse to explain why he was here, and he was probably going to get shot no matter what he said. He could feel a thin sheen of sweat forming as he started panicking internally. John shifted his stance, leering over the wolf in more intimidating manor while he waited for an answer.

"I uh... I stay here sometimes since I don't exactly have the most livable accommodations, as your son would put it." Derek eventually responded. He kept his voice low, afraid of being too loud, and winced as he forced each word out.

"And why would my son be speaking to you?" As the sheriff spoke, the gun steadily drew closer. Oh well, if he was going to die anyway, why not drop a few bombshells on the way out.

"Because I'm dating him."

He watched as an array of emotions flitted across John's face, shock, confusion, anger. As quickly as they came, they were gone, and the sheriff had his stony glare back on. He was silent for a beat and then adjusted his grip on the gun.

"Are you having sex with my son?" he asked calmly.

What?

Derek's eyes widened comically, and he shook his head vigorously.

"No! Nonono." If the sheriff thought he was banging his son, he was bound to get trigger happy. John stared down at the wolf, watching him for a moment, before lowering his gun. His face now a mask of indifference. Derek let out silent breath he didn't know he had been holding. That could have gone a lot worse than it did. The sheriff stood straight, turning away from the wolff, and moved out of the room. He paused in the doorway momentarily to look back at Derek.

"I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow."

Derek watched him leave warily. He was puzzled as to whether that was an invitation or demand, but from his tone it was most likely the latter. He waited long after he heard the sheriff's bedroom door shut before settling back down, and it was even longer before he was able to fall back asleep. Tomorrow he would see if would be in his best interest to stay or leave, but tonight he was going to rest while he still had the chance.

[cgsf]

Teen Wolf fanfic recs — General / No Pairing

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“Someone Else’s Child” (G) by wangler | 3,767 | After his wife’s death, the Sheriff struggles to be a single parent.

“echo in the echoing wood” (T) by Kirinin | 20,619 | The nogitsune makes its peace with being Stiles Stilinski.

“Pleased To Meet You” (T) by entanglednow | 3,774 | Stiles is currently manacled to a chair, in the basement of Derek’s house. Which is really amazingly bad for his sense of calm and well-being. “This is completely unnecessary you know.”

“Equilibrium” (T) by entanglednow | 3,023 | It turns out Stiles only gets the awesome, super-strength, vampire powers at night.

“The Whole Glass Of Water” (T) by ladyblahblah | 8,045 | Derek wonders how long the cat has, how many more people will come in looking and pass this one by. How long before someone with a solemn face and a stupid shirt takes him quietly into the back and slides a needle beneath its skin. Before he knows what he’s doing he finds himself reaching out, pulling his hand back from the latch at the last moment. “Can I take him out?”

"know where to press" (G) by wangler | 1,034 | When the Nogitsune shatters and dissipates, Stiles stays on his feet for a long, stubborn moment. He knows this is it, he can feel the end. It's not the same deep ache from before. It doesn't hurt all.

"Heavy" (G) by wangler | 846 | Eventually, it’s the sound that gets her to move. Not the sirens or the tinkling of broken glass or the slow hiss of emptying smoke canisters. The crying.

"you have to go to them sometimes" (G) by kellifer_fic | 4,534 | "Well, you're a werewolf," Stiles says. Kevin has always had a pretty good poker face, but Stiles takes him completely by surprise, enough that there's a tell-tale pause that lasts a beat too long for the, "No I'm not," to be believed.

"Those Who See" (T) by miss_aphelion | 2,369 | Peter's always been the cleverest Hale. It's why he's the only one with enough sense to be wary of Stiles Stilinski.

"Blinding" (M) by rei_c | 2,940 | "What's changed is me, I think," Stiles says. "Pack-adjacent used to be enough. But now I know that the only thing mimicking the bonds enough that they can't tell something's wrong is me and I'm doing it because it's easier to let -- easier than telling them," he says. "I'm worried. That I'd lose it. The pack."

"Tangled Webs" (M) by KouriArashi | 55,465 | Peter leaves Beacon Hills, and takes Stiles with him. It doesn’t matter how many times Stiles manages to escape Peter, because the werewolf always finds him.

"Is This A Raid?" (G) by entanglednow | 5,889 | "What do we need?" Scott asks, smothering the awkward moment with hopeful enthusiasm. As if he's determined that this will be the best day out ever. God help them. He's dragged a cart over and he pushes it helpfully towards Derek, who just lets it hit him in the thigh instead of attempting to take hold of it. "I told you to make a list," Stiles stage-whispers. "Everyone just go and find some food," Derek growls.

"Orthopedic bodyswap" (T) by Betty | 658 | Of course Derek has no idea how much work it takes to convince people you are a remorseless force of nature when you’re five foot two and cute as a button, and he’s going to ruin it all by wandering around looking like that.

"up from under the ice" (G) by wangler | 2,086 | Stiles has practiced this over and over, but never with the nogitsune actually waking up in his mind like the crankiest troll to ever emerge from underneath a bridge.

"Man's Best Friend (is Not Always a Dog)" (T) by cywscross | 9,500 | Stiles doesn't like waiting. He doesn't like it when his human-wolf has to go away and Stiles can’t follow. But Peter promised he would come back, like he promised every other time, and he always kept his word, so Stiles would wait even if he doesn't like it.

"Warring" (T) by snowdarkred | 1,053 | Stiles is sixteen and not stupid, and he knows he’s going to die.

"you bought the whole pie" (G) by verity | 1,824 | "It's tough rattling around the house all by myself," the Sheriff says. "You boys are coming to dinner on Sunday nights from now on. Erica, too. You look like you could some feeding up. Do you eat anything aside from pie?" "Yes?" Derek says. He's not really sure how they ended up here, or how all that pie went so fast.

"black water brine" (T) by detectivemeer | 1,567 | Scott dies. He dies. He stares at himself in the mirror, long after his mom left him for the night, and thinks, I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead, I—

"In Them There Hills" (T) by entanglednow | 1,825 | There's a strong possibility that Stiles has been drugged and kidnapped.

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"Semantics" (G) by entanglednow | 886 | "My - what?" Oh my God, does he give off some sort of signal or something? And if so how does he make it stop. Him and Derek are not having a relationship, there is no relationship.

"Every Good Beta Does Fine" (G) by zoemathemata | 1,474 | 'The animal cannot abide the void left in the absence of a true pack leader and so, takes on that mantle. However, they are generally ill-equipped to be leaders and tend to be somewhat combative and impetuous. This can usually be seen in the manner in which they manage their pack and how they attract and deal with outsiders.' If that doesn't describe Derek Hale, Chris Argent doesn't know what does.

"Strings" (G) by GoddessofBirth | 1,025 | They meet at an all night diner just off the interstate. If anyone were watching they might say it has that certain secretive, intense feel usually associated with an assignation. But this is neither romantic nor sexual. This is strategy.

I'll add more as I come across them.

[kitkatwinchester]

BRUH!!

I HAVE SO MANY EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW AHHHH!

I'M SO TORN BETWEEN THE POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE ONES!!!

Okay, the negative first.

ARE YOU F*CKING KIDDING ME?! REALLY?! YOU WENT AND KILLED BOYD LIKE THAT!!

I was all excited, because I was like "yes! Look at our little team go! Even when they're separated, they're still freaking awesome and kicking butt and have the best plans!"

And then they freaking FORCED DEREK to KILL ONE OF HIS OWN and I just....

THAT'S SO F*CKING MESSED UP!!! I HATE YOU ALL!!!

And then that entire sequence, with Boyd flashing back to Erica, and saying it was okay, because the feeling was worth it, and Derek just shaking with guilt and anger and hatred that you know he's pointing at himself and IT WASN'T EVEN HIS FAULT GOSH DARNAT!!

And then Cora crying, and Jennifer having to be there to see all of it because they brought her into it because they SUCK, and everyone just...AGHHHHH! WHY?! :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :(

...okay, now that I've said that, the things I did appreciate about that scene that also honestly made me want to cry even more.

The way the team all figured things out and managed to communicate and come up with a back-up plan.

The way Isaac just grabbed Jennifer and held her with everything he had because he knew keeping her safe was the most important thing he could do in that moment (do you think everyone knew, in that moment, that if anyone was gonna die, it was Boyd? Because I get the sense that Boyd knew, and as freaking upsetting as it was, he was ready for it, and it's sad, and I hate it, but ahhhh anyways).

The way Cora and Stiles and Lydia all ran in and were just immediately distraught at realizing that the plan didn't work out the way they wanted it too.

The way that Stiles, of all people, who still has beef with Derek, who still doesn't always trust Derek, who still blames Derek for a lot of things, put his hand on Derek's shoulder because he KNEW how much that hurt Derek, and no matter how he might feel about Derek, he knew that Derek would never, EVER want to hurt one of his own. And he knew how much it tore him apart to watch himself do it and not be able to stop it.

....and now I'm crying again. :'( :'( :'(

SO ANYWAYS SCOTT!!

Okay FIRST OF ALL, the second the mountain ash was a thing, I was like "GOD F*CKING D*MMIT THIS IS WHY YOU ALWAYS HAVE AT LEAST ONE HUMAN WITH YOU!".

And then he tried SOOOO hard, and his eyes turned red AGAIN, and I soooo thought he was gonna make it, because he was soooo close, and then he didn't, and I was all prepared for my heart to break.

And then freaking SHERIFF NOAH STILINSKI WALTZES IN AND SAVES THE DAY (and for some reason did not question why Scott had such a hard time getting Deaton down, but I'll allow it lol) and comes in with the best line ever with "Let me give it a shot" and then LITERALLY gives it a shot and I just!!

THIS is why this man needs to find out. Bro he's in the middle of SO much of it already, and he's clearly fully capable of saving the day. At least give him a better chance at understanding and explaining it all lol.

And then one of the MANY things I have been waiting for...

THE TRUE ALPHA JOURNEY BEGIIIIIINS!!!

I'M SO F*CKING READY TO WATCH SCOTT FULLY BECOME A TRUE ALPHA!!!

I'M SO READY!!!!

LET'S GO BABY!!!

So anyways that was a rollercoaster of emotions, but it was a really good episode, and I have no idea when I'm gonna be able to watch the next one, but you know you'll all know when I do lol.

Also as an aside, I'm glad Allison was smart enough to figure out that Gerard was alive, and I kind of hope she keeps going behind her dad's back, but secretly following everything he does just to prove him wrong lol. I mean, I love her dad, and I appreciate that he's trying to protect her, but also, again, WORK TOGETHER GODD*AMMIT. ...anyways.

[jupitermelichios]

8, 9, and 10 if you want to! :)

8) a character you think did nothing wrong but fandom demonizes?

I know exactly enough about homestuck to know saying vriska here would be a funny joke, but not enough to actually know who she is or what she did or didn't do wrong, lmoa

Memes aside though, Scott McCall is innocent and I am prepared to defend him in court if necessary.

I do get why fandom didn't latch onto him the way they did other teen wolf characters, he's the platonic ideal of a highschool boyfriend and that's not the kind of character that usually appeals to people Doing A Fandom, but people hate him So Much, and I don't get it. He's just a little guy, he's a little birthday boy. Why are you hitting him when it's his birthday?

I especially don't get the 'Scott is a bad friend' take that's so common it has a canon AO3 tag. Him and Stiles have a pretty unhealthy co-dependant friendship, absolutely, but it's very much mutual, and Scott is just as ride or die for Stiles as Stiles is for him. They're just a couple of weird little guys who have had no one else to talk to but one another for years, and have ended up with a freaky psychosexual mess of a friendship, we've all been there.

(also 90% of all female characters from kids cartoons, but that's a wider issue than just fandom taking a dislike to a character. the fact that there are people who think mable pines committed any crime worse than 'having the emotional maturity of a 12 year old while being literally 12 years old' is baffling and terrifying in equal measure)

9) a character that did a lot of things wrong in canon that you think fandom woobifies?

Loki, obviously. I've done my time in the MCU fic trenches, and oh boy some of the Loki takes I've seen...

Stiles Stilinski, the counterpart to the demonisation of Scott. They are basically the exact same level of problematic in a very believable teenage way in canon, but in fanon Scott becomes a monster and Stiles becomes a woobie.

Every single member of the Batfamily, but most of all, Alfred Pennyworth. He's a fun character and an excellent valet, and he loves Bruce and the kids, but my god was he a shit parent. How does anyone look at Bruce Wayne and conclude Alfred was a good parent? It baffles me. 'I raised master bruce'. you ruined a perfectly good orphan is what you did. look at it. it's got anxiety.

(There is one exception to this, and that is the Alfred from the Gotham TV show, who has done nothing wrong in his life ever, and does stuff like hug Bruce, and tell him that he loves him, and actually talk to him about his trauma. 100/10, best Alfred, don't @ me)

But the big one, the one that will result in me just blocking people so I don't have to see their takes on my dash, is John Constantine. And this isn't fully fandom's fault, recent DC TV and animated movies absolutely also do this, but the result is just this horrible oroborous of bad takes as TV writers who think they're too smart for comics inform the opinions of fans who don't want to engage with moral ambiguity, and then the writers respond to what those fans enjoy by making him even more toothless, and around and around it goes until you get this character who is utterly unrecognisable as John, and cruicially, feels fictional, which is the absolute worst thing a version of John can be. If the fact that multiple Hellblazer writers have reported meeting him irl doesn't feel at least a little bit plausible, that's not John.

(and if this is your first time hearing about that, yes multiple otherwise apparently sane writers of a vertigo comic book have claimed to have met the character they created in real life, and the fandom just accepts that as a canon part of his mythos. comics are wild.)

10) what is your favorite “problematic” fandom?

I guess it depends how you define problematic.

I made the decision not to engage with it anymore when jkr lost her mind, and also because I just lost interest and moved on to other fandoms as I got older, but I'm not going to pretend I didn't have a lot of fun in the harry potter fandom when I was a teenager. It was my first real fandom, and I'll always have some nostalgia for it for being my gateway drug into this community, despite everything.

The Fannibals are some of the most talented and creative people in fandom, the art and fic for Hannibal is absolutely incredible, definitely the highest average standard of fic I've encountered in a fandom. Plus it's nice to have a fandom where you know people are capable of engaging critically with dark content. I won't say there are no antis in the fandom, they seem to turn up everywhere these days, but they're easily drowned out by the people who actually remember stuff like SLS and YKINMKATO

I have a weird soft spot for Twilight, something about it just hits the so bad it's good groove in my brain just right, and the recent twilight renaisance has been very fun to watch, but I haven't really engaged with the fandom all that much beyond reblogging some memes (and writing an 8,000 word not!fic about how much better twilight would be if bella swan was polyamorous that one time)

And despite the whole ackles tapes conspiracy theory, and the prevelance of tinhatting, and the dumb shipwars, I'll always have a special place in my heart for the supernatural fandom. it's a fucked up place to live, but I had a lot of fun there, and i still visit on occaision.

[twjournals]

Teen Wolf Masterlist

Series:

Endless Revenge

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Scott McCall

I’m a monster: you end up in the same room as Scott during a full moon, but you’re not afraid of him.

Stiles Stilinski

first date: he takes you roller skating for your first date together. you have no idea what you’re doing, but he teaches you all you need to know.

sweet victory: he wins the game and the girl.

"Were you just touching yourself?"

Void Stiles

remember me: let's play a game of hide and seek. I'll count, you hide. when I find you, and I will... you're mine.

Liam Dunbar

is it over?: everyone thinks you’re human until you react to the virus and nearly die in Liam’s arms.

handprints: he finds out you like spankings

tension on the field: you both are always competing with each other until it’s time for one of you to admit defeat. but is it really defeat?

Brett Talbot

without you: you’re having a breakdown and tell your brother, Stiles, Brett told you “I love you” for the first time the night he died.

the perfect revenge: you use each other to get back at your brother, Liam.

Jordan Parrish

training: he’s jealous of your friendship with Derek Hale even though you two aren’t dating. you’re ready to blow off steam and he’s ready for you.

listen to me: he edges you for hours for sending him a naughty pic while he was at work

Derek Hale

better late than never: there is a Christmas party (family reunion) and you told everybody that you had a boyfriend, but Derek is late so your family is convinced you made it all up until Derek turns up // 2

competition: Derek is afraid you will leave him for someone better.

young love: Derek from the past pays you a visit at work.

testing the water: the pack walks in on you having sex.

dinner is served: you tease him under the table so he takes care of you in the bathroom 

safe and sound: he sends a search party out for you after an argument

"I know you said you didn't want to be late but you look amazing and I'm trying not to kiss you senseless right now."

he eats you out while you’re on the phone

can you keep a secret?: you're very stubborn, but Derek is willing to get you to listen. even if it takes all night long.

Peter Hale

well, what are we waiting for?: you’re stuck under the mistletoe with him

kiss me already: the pack asks him to keep an eye on you. neither of you are fond of the idea, but you grow to love it.

I’m not going anywhere: you’re both content with your arrangement.

Isaac Lahey

prove me wrong: he’s the school bad boy and he assumes you think you’re better than him. / 2 

safe here: he comes to you for comfort after a fight with his father.

fluffy smut

Theo Raeken

you’ll always have me: he gets jealous over something really unnecessary so you give him the silent treatment.

I’m still coming with you: he always acts tough around everyone until he’s with you.

behave: you’re dating and he’s obsessed with you

i believe this belongs to you: you’re an outcast but he sticks up for you.

The Wild Hunt: you’re taken by the Wild Hunt but he saves you. / 2

i'm yours: he can’t keep his hands off of you, but you’re shy.

make-up sex: he gets jealous of your ex, Isaac, and ignores you for a few days.

you: Issac asks you out so that Theo can realize his feelings for you.

use your words: you catch him masturbating to the thought of you so you do something about it.

your blessing: he wants your friends’ blessing before he asks you out.

daddy: he finds out you have a daddy kink and teases you about it.

Jackson Whittmore

too good for you: he grows apart from you trying to fit in.

selfish: you realize you’re worth more than he gave you.

Lydia Martin

problem solved: she saves you from a lecture from her mother.

Malia Tate

i love you: she gets jealous over something really unnecessary so you give her the silent treatment

Erica Reyes

my favorite girl:  she makes you jealous so you will make the first move

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Head-canons

telling them you’re pregnant / 2

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

I hope you're having a great year so far!

Can you please recommend any steter or sterek fics with bad friend/alpha Scott?

Thank you for everything you do for the fandom we're lucky to have you!

Yeah!

Stop Crossing Oceans by greenleaf

(1/1 I 11,654 I Mature I Sterek)

“There are no absolutes, Scott! No hard rights or hard wrongs! The world doesn’t fucking work that way and we can’t afford to think like that, because people are going to die! We signed up for that the moment we got involved with all this!”

“We? We?” Scott hisses. “Don’t you think you? Don’t forget that you’re the one who dragged us into that forest the night it all started, Stiles. So if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours.”

Something inside Stiles cracks, so strong and so deep that he practically hears it.

Infinite Space by DiscontentedWinter

(13/13 I 32,124 I Explicit I Steter)

Stiles needs Peter's expertise to help stop the latest threat to Beacon Hills. And, as the pack falls apart around him, he might even need Peter for more than that.

Vengeance Looks Good On You, Sweetheart by cywscross 

(1/1 I 32,701 I Teen I Steter)

Just because Scott refuses to see the Argents for what they truly are - prejudiced serial killers sitting proudly on a mountain of innocent corpses - doesn't mean Stiles will. It's about time someone did something about the Argent Empire anyway, and what a coincidence - summer vacation is just around the corner.

--

Or, the one where Gerard Argent kidnapped the wrong fucking person to torture. Stiles has never subscribed to the policy of forgiving and forgetting anyway, not when razing the problem to the ground and salting the earth for good measure has always been a far better solution in the long run.

He doesn't expect to have company.

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli)

(1/1 I 65,656 I Explicit I Sterek)

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, nobody deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

I'm Only Heard During the Silence Between My Screams by Irukashi_Narukib

(61 I 78,851 I Explicit I Steter)

Stiles thinks no one is listening, so he just... stops talking. It's just like that asshole Peter to refuse to take the hint.

Blue Monday by ExpectNothingGainEverything

(18/? I 511,316 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles would have never guessed that the star player of the lacrosse team and presumably the hottest guy in school who everyone wanted a piece of and one of his most hated bullies would turn out to be his soulmate.

Derek would never have dreamed that fate would be so cruel to pair him up with a freak like Stilinski.

Spark of Dark by Pirotess666

(187/? I 413,633 I Explicit I Steter)

After being abandoned by Scott, Stiles feels empty and tired. Sick of life. Until Peter re-enters his life and makes him want to live again. All of a sudden he’s not so alone anymore…and neither is Peter.

[kitchenisking]

Fic Rec🥰

Oh, Alpha of Mine by whentheywrite - (Rating: Mature, Words: 9806, sterek)

When the alpha came for him, it was at the library. But Stiles had never wanted the bite.

It’s Not Pretend When It’s Real by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)  - (Rating: T, Words: 32742, sterek)

“At least we got this far,” Stiles argued. “Could’ve been worse. For now, they know he’s taken by someone in the pack.”

“Mm hm,” Lydia said, giving him a look. “You realize that you are now going to have to pretend to date Derek, right?” 

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Oh no, what a hardship. That sucks, boo hoo.” He motioned Derek emphatically. “He’s like, my best friend.” 

“Hey!” Scott insisted. 

“He’s like, my second best friend,” Stiles amended. “It’s fine, we’ll figure it out. Right?” He turned to grin at Derek, who was scowling at him.

Stop Crossing Oceans by greenleaf - (Rating: Mature, Words: 11654, sterek)

“There are no absolutes, Scott! No hard rights or hard wrongs! The world doesn’t fucking work that way and we can’t afford to think like that, because people are going to die! We signed up for that the moment we got involved with all this!”

“We? We?” Scott hisses. “Don’t you think you? Don’t forget that you’re the one who dragged us into that forest the night it all started, Stiles. So if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours.”

Something inside Stiles cracks, so strong and so deep that he practically hears it.

don't know what i'm supposed to do (haunted by the ghost of you) bycrazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) - (Rating: T, Words: 30926, sterek)

Stiles sees dead people. Yep. Seriously. 

(He’s got this. He’s totally got this. So what if one of them is Derek’s mom?)

We'll be Better Around the Second Time by Cantabo - (Rating: Mature, Words: 26589, sterek)

It's been months. Months of fading contact with the pack. Months of the silent treatment from his father. Months of nothing but himself and the occasional lesson with Deaton to entertain him. 

It's too much, and eventually, Stiles leaves.

For years, everything goes great, until of course his dad gets injured, and he is suddenly forced to deal with people he thought he left behind in his past for good.

OR: Stiles gets pushed out of the pack, hits the road, makes new friends, learns how to grow up, and falls in love.

Part of the Pack by JusteAmusant - (Rating: Mature, Words: 13035 sterek)

Season one of Teen Wolf, seen through Sterek-colored glasses. Canon Divergence after season 1 idk there's slow burn Sterek and a puppy, and way more Derek sneaking in through Stiles' window

“He could have shifted in front of them,” Derek hisses. “That means they find out about him, and in turn find out about me.” He pauses. “What the hell is that?”

“It’s a washing machine, what the hell does it look like? It’s a puppy.”

In which Derek is a struggling Alpha, but still the Pack Dad, and oh god, does that mean Stiles is the pack mom?

cool story, bro by drunktuesdays - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 13087, sterek)

Based on a truly ridiculous conversation with Kalpurna about a hypothetical Stilinski Twins situation that ended up sounding something like: 

“FUUUUUUCK, is it a sweet valley high situation where Stiles is very aware that his twin is way more attractive and confident than he is, EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE IDENTICAL, and he always ends up with the hotter significant others and more friends and Stiles guesses that's why he's attracted to the pack at first, because it's something that's just his, not his twin's too. But of course, Stiles's twin gets bit and now he's part of Derek's pack, and Derek doesn't snap at him like he snaps at Stiles, never slams him into things, fucking FIGURES, STILES'S TWIN GETS EVERYTHIIIIIIIING.”

Kalpurna/good ideas OTP.

Slugs, and Snails, and Puppy Dog Tails by yodasyoyo - (Rating: T, Words: 8116, sterek)

Written for the prompt:

kid!Derek being super taken with kid!Stiles. And their interactions.

But I'm Only Human by spaceprincessem - (Rating: T, Words: 3266, sterek)

“Who did this to you?”

He watched Stiles flinch, taking a small step backwards with wide, fearful eyes. Derek felt his heart ache and he used all of his will power, the sweet lingering scents of vanilla and cinnamon, to anchor himself.

“Derek?” Stiles asked, his voice trembling slightly.

“Stiles,” Derek said hesitantly reaching out, the boy's bruised and bloodied face illuminated in the street lights, “who did this to you?”

Blood is (Not) Thicker Than Water by Anxiety_Baker02 - (Rating: T, Words: 78000, sterek) (this fic is just so so good!!!!!!!!!🙈🥰😍)

Stiles hasn’t seen his extended family in years- mostly because they’re assholes. His cousins bully him relentlessly, and his aunts and uncles aren’t much better. So when he hears that they’re coming out for a family reunion, he’s understandably upset. He knows the next week is going to be hell, and it’s made worse when a new pack shows up, vowing revenge on their pack. 

Also, Sterek happens.

[just-my-type-x]

An unusual context - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

I look at Stiles across the circle made by our group. He gives me a questioning look and i shrug my shoulders, i purse my lips and scratch the back of my head nervously. He mimics me. The silence between us is replaced by joy and laughter coming from Scott and Allison. They hugged each other tightly, finding it hard to break apart.

I watched Stiles turn his gaze towards Malia, who was drawing invisible patterns with her shoe on the pavement from outside Eichen House. You could hear her heart turning into a small puzzle.

"So... you just came back to life?", i ask, drawing all the attention to me. Mason took his hand to his forehead, unable to believe my bluntness. "Too much?", i ask biting my lip when i see the shocked expressions of my friends. Malia was the only one who laughed. Maybe a little bit too much, but who can blame her. She barely got a new boyfriend and his ex rises from the dead 30 minutes before going to do some killing.

"Next time, we do the talking.", Stiles says and i give him two thumb ups and cross my arms at my chest, leaning on a tree with embarrassment. Lydia comforts me by putting her hand on my shoulder.

Allison pulled away from Scott and faced us, so she could give us some explanations.

"So, for the ones who weren't there, Stiles, that wasn't actually Stiles, got me killed by ruling some Nogitsune."

"Oh so you weren't lying when you said that you were possessed.", Liam interrupted and a few laughs broke out.

"Don't make me use you as bait tonight.", Stiles warned and i laughed a bit too much, just like Malia earlier.

"You cannot use him as a shield, what makes you think your human ass can use Liam as bait? He's stronger than you as he is, imagine his strength transformed", i laugh again, tapping my legs with my hands, earning laughs from the whole group this time

"And, besides, only Theo uses me as bait", he holds his arm up so Theo would high five him.

"Thank you my friends. Next time i want an asshole-ish answer, I'm coming to you guys.", Stiles defends himself and comes and joins me, leaning his back on the tree. "You were saying?", he motions to Allison to continue and we listen carefully.

"Thank you, backstabber.", she starts and i grab Stiles' hand. He accepts it and even tho it was a friendly gesture, it tingled my skin and my heart skipped a beat. His thumb caresses the back of my hand and i look at his face. His eyes are darted at Allison, nervousness building up in his body. The air is pressured, curiosity, anger, disbelief and more emotions roaming around us, building up the tention. I take my hand away and i feel a sudden coldness without Stiles' warmth. As of he knew,he grabbed my hand in his again, intertwining our fingers this time. I look at him again, a smirk on his face and whiskey and honey eyes staring at me with a certain spark that wasn't there last time i checked.

"You're very comforting in this situation right here.", Stiles whispers and i nod my head, fully understanding him. Only a few months prior, i witnessed Theo coming back alive after i clearly remember sucking his blood out.

"I am glad i can give you something i lacked of for such a long time". For thousands of years, nobody cared enough to comfort me in those tough moments of my life.

"Wow, you really are old", he says with his sarcastic tone that i love so much. I let out a quiet laugh and draw my attention back to Allison.

Scott holds her tightly, hand around her waist and one holding her hand. They lean back on his motorcycle, Scott looking at the ground and Allison looking at each of us. She tries to memorise the new faces of the group, tries to remember the old ones. She let's out a heavy sigh and starts speaking.

"Apparently, when that thing stabbed me with its sword, i didn't actually die. I mean, my body did, but my soul was trapped in that sword. When Scott and my dad took me away from that place, after the whole investigation and sheriff Stilinski's help to cover any tracks, someone found the sword. It's weird because i didn't feel like i was alive, nor dead. It felt like a heavy dream. I dreamt that i was in class with you, that i took tests, i even graduated.",she pauses to laugh, but a tear falls from her right eye. She erases it immediately and gives us another smile. At this point, Scott is comforting her by brushing his hand on her back, like a quick reminder that everything is fine and the nightmare is over. I look over at Malia, who cannot really look towards them. She gives Lydia small looks, but all Lydia can do is smile at her, because she also knows Malia is sad. Malia might not understand love and relationships, but she cares deeply. She feels betrayed and i don't think anyone blames her. Scott hasn't looked at her once since Allison's appearance, but we cannot blame him either. I turn my head to the right as i want to check on Stiles. His eyes already on my face. I give him half a smile and squeeze his hand. He returns my half smile and intensifies the grip on my hand, which leads me to think that the idea of that squeeze was to be longer. It's my turn to caress his hand with my thumb, as the story gets sadder and Stiles looks more guilty and more of an asshole. A heavy sigh leaves his chest and Allison's attention lands on him.

"It felt like i lived in a parallel universe. Where, guess what, my boyfriend wasn't actually my boyfriend and my friends hated me. Sharing classes with you was the hardest thing ever.", she wasn't referring to the group. She was definitely eyeing Stiles. "Seeing you every single day, for years, having you meters away and me, remembering your void face, your face that was smirking when that sword went through my stomach, was my nightmare. For years.", another tear fell of her cheek. Well, Theo might have a blast since he's not the hated one anymore.

Stiles let's go of my hand and i watch him move closer to Allison. She steps back, but stops as she realises what she's doing.

"You know that wasn't me. I was dying on the corridors of this fucking cursed house, i was there with Lydia. She could barely keep me alive."

"It was enough to steal your appearance.", she said those words like she spewed venom. I go behind Stiles and grab his waist as a comfort. Mad at what she heard, Malia snapped.

"Scott wasn't even your boyfriend at that time.", we all shot our eyes at her and Mason mimicked the same action as he did when i talked. "Nor he is now"

We all stay in shock as the love triangle forms more pressure than it already is.

"I'm sorry, i didn't know. And yeah, you're right..", Allison apologies and gives Scott another look, who was either surprised or ready to make Theo his favorite person in the world at this point.

"Who found the sword?", Lydia asks, getting l back to the subject

"Kira's mom. She's also the one who freed me. Apparently, she tried getting me back for such a long time and tried in key nights when the supernatural was at his peak, but something from the outside influenced my coming back to life. We don't know what yet. "

"Ok but your body?", i ask

"Oh, i wasn't actually buried.", i open my mouth in shock. "His dad actually made it look like i was buried so Kira's mom would take me and preserve my body for when she would get me bacm from that parallel universe."

"I think I've had enough voodoo for tonight.", Mason breaks the circle and sats on the grass. Meanwhile, Scott tells us a plan for tonight's attack. When we were set to act on it, Allison stopped in her tracks.

"i can't fight with Stiles. I would be distracted. I would always watch my back"

Stiles rolls his eyes and forms a fist, rising it up slowly and slowly putting it back next tk his body.

"Maybe you should go home.", Scott suggests, barely looking like he's talking to his best friend.

"If he goes, i go.", i step forward so I'm closer to Scott. I'm not part of the pack so i owe him nothing. The rest of the group can manage.

"But you're powerful and we need your help.", he fights back and i scoff

"You're strong enough without me either. I can't let Stiles alone, it's too dangerous and you know that. If somebody saw us come in or they see one of us go out, it's not gonna end well for the single sheep."

"I'm mesmerised by the compliments i get tonight, tell me, love, do you have any more ideal nicknames for me?", Stiles exaggerates and i laugh, Scott too, and a small smirk creeped on Allison's face too. I feel my cheeks flush as i realise he called me "love", but i brush off the feeling quickly.

"You're right, yeah, but Mason can come."

"I'm not leaving you guys, you saw i could helo. I helped Liam and Theo on different occasions.", Mason protests

"You helped Liam, i didn't need help.", cockily, Theo replies and adjusts his jacket.

"Just go, you can't let two pathetic humans try and fight either a demon or a hunter. You can handle it", i say as i turn Allison around and then Scott with their backs facing me and push them to get going. We wish each other good luck and while they hurry to get inside Eichen, Stiles and i hurry to get to his jeep, while he reminds me that i called him pathetic and he didn't like it.

~~~~~~

The ride home is silent, comforting, after such an evening. Stiles is still tensed after hearing all that stuff from Allison, but he couldn't understand it wasn't his fault.

~~~~~~

Moments later, i sit on the couch, trying to relief the pressure i feel from not fighting with my friends. I am constantly thinking about how they're managing to fight every atrocity that comes their way.

"Relax a bit.", Stiles's hand lands on my shoulder from behind the couch and i smile at him. "You can teleport yourself there, why don't you do it, vamp?"

I roll my eyes, as i hate the way he called me. He sits next to me and i immediately put my head on his shoulder.

"I'm not leaving you alone. I don't want anything to happen to you."He takes my hand in his and places a small peck on the back of my hand." What was that? ", i ask, amused by his action

"I don't know, to be honest. It felt right.", i look up and Stiles smirks at me. "You feel right, this feels right.", as I am watching him, he kisses my hand again, waiting a few more seconds before taking his lips off.

"Did anyone tell you you have a weird taste in girls?", we laugh and i lean closer to him

"You're the first one.", he grabs my chin and holds it with his thumb. "Would you like to keep the spot?"

As a response, i crash my lips hard on his, earning a groan from him. The kiss is immediately filled with passion and need, as his tongue asks for the permission i immediately grant. I moan when he motions to sit on top of him, the feeling of his hands on my ass adjusting me so i can sit directly on his length making me melt.

I take off my top and he attacks my neck with messy, chaotic kisses and love bites, sucking now and then on my sweet spots.

"Please don't heal fast", i laugh as the idea of healing fast is so weird heard out loud.

"If you're gonna keep doing this all night, they'll stay, i promise.", i grab his face and kiss him back

"I'm gonna do much more to you tonight, babe", another moan escapes from my lips as his Stiles' mouth attacks my breasts, cupping them softly. I shift my position on him, feeling him hard under my crotch. "Oh, fuck y/n..", he moans when i sit back on him. "Do it again", i do as he pleases and this time i rock my hips front and back, earning the desired friction between us. His fingers dug in my ass through my jeans and i bet he can still leave visible marks.

Stiles picks me up gently and lays me down on the couch, hovering over me in a quick second.

"I'm gonna fuck you senseless, y/n. You have no idea for how long i want this.", his voice is full of lust and my head goes crazy when he gets shirtless. His boner is much more visible now and i stare at the pleasuring length.

"Do whatever you please to me, Stilinski", i breath out as his lips smash onto mine, teeth biting on my bottom lip.

"Please not in the living room"

We both jump up and look at our friends in the doorframe.

"Did you win?", i ask with a dumb smile

"Well, you're already celebrating, so... Yeah, we did.", Liam said but we all started laughing

"Now can you please get dressed? Y/N gets me in the mood", Malia says and i smirk at her, doing the call me thing, where i mimic a phone to my ear. She laughs but agrees with my joke, Stiles asking if we're down for a threesome.

Gif not mine

[farfromharry]

Teenager in love | Stiles Stilinski

pov: you’re dating Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Lots and lots of dates. Scott’s got multiple issues on his plate. His first date with Allison turns into a group date with Lydia and Jackson, he’s not even a hundred percent sure that she likes him the way he likes her anymore and he may or may not have killed a man in werewolf mode while sleepwalking one night. But Y/N and Stiles take full advantage of Scott dealing with his supernatural and girl stuff, to have two very pleasant dates in the same week.

Word count - 5378

Warnings - language?, mentions of injury, very minor character death, i think thats it, mainly fluff

Based on: season one, episode three

.˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Teenager in love, Madison Beer ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚.

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A night where you weren’t dealing with Scott’s problems was fully taken advantage of by you and Stiles, he deemed a movie night spontaneously over text and now here you were in his home while his dad worked a late shift. 

“So, what movie do I have the honour of sitting through tonight Mr Stilinski?” you asked, plopping yourself down on his couch in front of the TV where he’d set down some fluffy blankets. He’d given you the task of gathering snacks, specifically popcorn because he insisted, while he prepared a comfy area for the two of you to sit. He turned around with a small grin on his face after putting the DVD in the player connected to the screen. You were left in a short wait of anticipation until the beginning credits of Star Wars popped up, a small groan sounding from you. He just laughed at you, sitting himself beside you so you could cuddle up into his side. 

The two of you were a little stiff at first as you tried to find what each other was comfortable with, especially with a blanket that wasn’t big enough to cover you both if you sat with even a millimeter of distance between you. Eventually he just said screw it, pulling your legs into his lap to intertwine with his, your arms wrapped around his torso, head on his chest while one of his arms was wrapped around your shoulders. His other arm of course was focused on stealing as much of the popcorn as he could. 

“You know I'm only watching this for you, right?” He hummed back quietly, leaning his head down to kiss your head. “And I’m grateful for that.” 

For the majority of the movie there was a comfortable silence between you two. Granted a lot of it had been spent with you admiring your boyfriend rather than paying any attention to the storyline unfolding in front of your eyes, while he tried not to blush at the feel of your stare. He’d purposely met your eyes a couple times, and there’d been a few shared kisses, but any other time had been spent with you asking questions when you didn’t understand what was happening-- Which was often considering you hadn’t been paying attention. 

This whole thing was honestly Stiles’ dream date night. The most beautiful girl in the world laid on him, in love with him and willingly watching his favourite movie. God, he could die happy right now; especially with how you kept trying to snuggle closer to him. He really couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend his night. 

He noticed at the halfway point, which felt like days to you, that you hadn’t been asking as many questions anymore, prompting him to look down at you to check you were okay. When he did he was met with the sight of your eyes fighting to stay open. They’d flutter closed for a few seconds before suddenly shooting open again when a moment in the movie would be a little bit too loud. It was arguably the cutest thing Stiles had ever seen. 

He could tell you were getting more tired by the second and the way you were cuddling with him with that sleepy look on your face had him stuck between melting and cheering for himself that he’d managed to score such a perfect girl. “Go to sleep, pretty girl. I’ll text your mom and let her know you fell asleep.”

You made a small noise as a thank you, but you also didn’t trust your voice to come out properly after the way he’d so casually used that pet name for you. He’d never called you a pet name before, and in that deep, mumble from him you’d just witnessed, you weren’t sure you could ever go back to hearing him call you by your actual name. You were positively melting. 

He hadn’t even realised it’d slipped out, but now he’d opened the floodgates he was definitely going to have a hard time not letting a sweet nickname for you slip when you were in public, especially with Scott. 

A little while before the movie was over he heard the sound of the front door being unlocked, signalling his dad was home. He prayed he wouldn’t call out for him and accidentally wake you up, but thankfully he must’ve assumed the boy either wasn’t home or was already asleep-- a strange assumption considering how much sleep Stiles got on average a night. He nearly walked past where the two of you were, but the sound of the TV caught his ear. 

“Hey, dad,” Stiles greeted in a whisper. Noah raised his eyebrows in surprise, head turning to follow the sound of his son’s voice, finding him on the couch with you asleep on his chest. “How was work?” He was acting so casual, but he was his father, the Sheriff could obviously see that twinkle of excitement lingering in his eyes. He was shocked that he’d managed to sit still for so long, but it looked like he was terrified of moving a muscle in case he woke you up. He had no doubt you were good for him. 

“It was good,” he replied, smile on his face as he motioned to the pair of you. “How was your night?” 

The grin that split on his son’s face looked like it hurt his cheeks, and somehow it grew even wider when he looked down at you for a few seconds as he got lost in admiring you. “It’s uh, it’s been incredible. She didn’t make it to the end of the movie though,” he said, motioning to how it still played on the screen while tucking some pesky hair behind your ear subconsciously. He wasn't surprised seeing what was playing out on the TV, he’d fallen victim to watching the entire franchise more than once when Stiles was sad or sick. So he recognised the familiar movie easily. “Do you want to join us?” 

Usually Noah would’ve declined and explained he was just going to head up to bed instead. There he would usually spend his night drinking alone as he stressed his brain out over some tough case. But tonight felt different, he felt like he owed it to Stiles due to just how happy he was, he wouldn’t want to spoil a second of this for him. “Yeah, I think I will.”

And just like that Stiles had the most perfect night he could ever dream of.

»»——⍟——««

Another day, another Scott problem it seemed like was going to be the case in your life from now on. The second you’d stepped out of Stiles jeep, in the same clothes you’d been wearing yesterday— plus the addition of one of his many flannels, which you hoped Scott didn’t pick up on, you were being bombarded by the boy trying to tell you all about the realistic dream he had last night that really shook him up. 

You were trying your hardest to pay attention, you really were. It was something about how he thought he’d killed Allison on one of the school buses, the details you weren’t aware of, not with the way Stiles’ hand was subtly brushing against yours as the two of you walked, daring to link your pinkies together as some way for him to touch you.

“I’ve never had a dream where I woke up like that before,” he said. You frowned, squeezing his arm as a sort of reassurance that you were sure everything was fine and it was just him being paranoid. Stiles however as always jumped in with the sarcasm. “Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently though.”

You scoffed. “Ew, Stiles.” He flashed you an over the top cheesy wink, prompting you to roll your eyes in disgust at his childish behaviour. 

“I-I meant I’ve never had a dream that felt that real. And please never give me that much information about you in bed again,” he confirmed. You tuned them out for a little while, letting them figure it out by themselves until they required your input again. You were just happy to be touching Stiles. Your attention wasn’t gained again until Stiles hit his friend upside the head, a giggle bubbling in your throat at the sight of the two children. 

You sighed. “Scott, we got him thrown in jail. I’m sure he wouldn’t be thrilled to help.” You saw the frown on his face, but he understood where you were coming from. Derek probably wanted to kill him, and you, and Stiles, and that didn’t seem like fun.

“It just all felt so real.”

The three of you walked through the doors to the exit, stopping in your place at the sight of a scene exactly like Scott had described, swarming with police. “Fuck,” you cursed. You and the younger brunette shared a look before both turning your heads to look at Scott who was still standing frozen in place, jaw gaped in shock as he looked at the sight in front of him. 

With what he’d just witnessed it was growing increasingly difficult to calm him down and reassure him that he probably hadn’t hurt Allison, just because that part had been true doesn’t mean he’d hurt her, right? 

The fact that she wasn’t answering him didn’t at all help his worry, which only in turn made you more stressed, leaving it down to Stiles to try and fix everything. “J-Jus’ help me find her, okay?” 

He must’ve looked insane with the way he was whipping his head around in all different directions to see if she was anywhere in the hallway, but he’d never cared less at this moment in time about looking like a complete psycho. You and Stiles, who were at least much more calm, were looking too, but you weren’t having any luck. “Do you see her?” “No.”

It was clear to you both that he was growing increasingly more distressed, his hands running through his hair as he frantically searched the crowds of teens for that one familiar girl. You managed to lose him rather quickly as he wandered off down a different hall. Deciding you were giving up. You felt pretty confident that Allison was okay and he’d find her, you didn’t need to stress yourself out with it. But you still felt like you needed to get confirmation from the male standing next to you, just to make sure you were on the same page.

“She’s probably okay, right?”

“Yeah, totally.”

»»——⍟——««

Lunch was when the pair started to fill you in about what had happened in chemistry. All about the guy they found, who’d been some bus driver, and how it wasn’t looking good in Scott’s case. You just frowned, not really knowing what else you could do but try to tell him it wasn’t his fault and there was probably something he still wasn’t remembering that’d make the whole thing clear.

You took the seat beside Stiles, ignoring the two as they conversed about Derek again. You were getting really sick of hearing about him and everything he supposedly did, why couldn’t he have just left your friend alone?

They didn’t get to ponder much more when Lydia Martin was sliding into the seat beside Scott, cutting off their conversation without a care.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you murmured. Stiles nudged your knee with his, raising an eyebrow to silently ask if you were all good. You just responded with a simple nod. Of course now you knew Stiles didn’t have a crush on Lydia like you used to believe, but you’d spent so long disliking her for that reason that it was difficult for you to move in and try to see past everything you really didn’t like about her. You’d found lots of things to dislike in your years hating her.

It only got weirder when Danny and Allison sat down too. Danny on the other side of Stiles and Allison across from you and next to Scott. Then for some reason even Jackson joined you, sitting on the only other free seat at the table.

The conversation kicked off with the talk about the man and the bus from earlier, your heartbeat picking up as you worried about what said conversation would be doing to Scott’s already horribly negative thoughts.

Thankfully for once Lydia was saving the day. “Can we talk about something slightly more fun please?” she asked, pulling an eye roll from you. “Like, where are we going tomorrow night?” 

She got numerous confused looks from the people around the table, continuing her thought process with a sigh.

“You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?” she turned to the brunette girl at the table. Allison swallowed her food in a haste, nodding her head slowly although she was a little confused why Lydia was bringing it up. “We were still thinking of what we were gonna do.”

Apparently the strawberry blonde didn’t notice the obvious tension radiating from the pair as she tried to invade their date night.  “If the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun.”

You didn’t mind not being invited on their double date, granted they didn’t even know you and Stiles were dating, but you wouldn’t exactly have enjoyed yourself if you had to endure Lydia and Jackson being their obnoxious couple-y selves all night.

Speaking of not knowing you were dating, you were probably making it obvious right now, in your own way being subtly over affectionate for people that were supposedly just friends. His arm was around the back of your chair, your body slightly leaned his way, and the sneaky thing kept snatching food off of your lunch tray without asking. You’d groan each and every time and scold him for doing so, but it never seemed to deter him like you’d hoped, you only ever earned a smirk and at a push a quick wink. “Eat your own food,” you whined, slapping his hand away when he reached for another fry off of your plate.

You chimed back into the conversation when you heard the suggestion of bowling, remembering the countless times you’d watched Scott butcher the game. You started to laugh quietly, Stiles placing his hand over your mouth so you didn’t ruin Scott’s chance of a successful date by outing him as an awful bowler.

You let them make your plans, your own boyfriend turning to you to suggest going on your own date. After last night with him, you were more than happy to do so. 

“So, if they’re hanging out, what do you say to another date night?” The grin on his face was impossible to resist. “I’ll even let you choose what we do this time.” 

You agreed probably a little too quickly, ignoring the smirk on his face that grew at your eagerness. You brushed him and the heat decorating your cheeks off. “Wow, two dates in one week. I am one spoiled girl, Mr Stilinski.”

He chuckled, the two of you missing the look you were currently receiving from Allison from across the table. She might not fully know what was going on with you and Stiles, but she could sure as hell have a guess with the way the two of you were looking at each other. She’d know, because that was exactly the way she looked at Scott, and often caught him looking at her. If the two of you weren’t already a secret thing, she definitely thought you were both at least in love. You looked at each other like you were the only one that existed in the other’s world. 

“Well what can I say? I'm a charmer.” You hummed, getting lost in the sight of his eyes staring back at you. You nearly forget where you were and who you were around for a second, wanting nothing more than to kiss him right in that moment. But you cleared your throat, pretending like your entire body wasn’t on fire at that very moment. “I’ll text you some ideas.”

You were snapped out of your Stiles flooded daze at the sound of Scott’s authoritative voice trying to put Jackson in his place. “I’m a great bowler.”

You brought up his self proclaimed title of ‘great bowler’ when you saw him again for the first time after lunch, trying to keep your amusement down as you pointed out the very obvious fact both you and Stiles knew.

“Scott, you are literally the worst bowler I have ever seen,” you said. Standing on the other side of Stiles as the three of you headed to the exit of the building with the intention of going home. He didn’t even try and deny it, admitting to what you said with a groan. “I know. I’m such an idiot.” 

The teen ran his hand through his hair, overthinking everything that had just happened with a vengeance. As always your boyfriend and his sarcasm didn’t help. 

“It was like watching a car wreck,” Stiles muttered. You giggled slightly, ignoring Scott’s exasperated huff at his best friend’s words. “I mean, first it turned into the whole group date thing,” he said. “And then out of nowhere comes that phrase.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, the boy having completely lost you at that point. “Hang out,” the brunette spat, the phrase sounding like venom rolling off his tongue with the way he spoke it. Blankly you glanced between the two, rolling your eyes. “You don’t hang out with hot girls, okay? That’s like death.”

You interrupted him, shoving his shoulder with a teasing grin plastered on your face. “What would you know about hot girls, Stilinski.” You just wanted to rile him up, seeing the way he opened his mouth to make a smart ass comment about how he hung out with you, but then remembered you weren’t alone, choosing instead to accept defeat this one time and just ignore you. He’d get his payback somehow. 

He quickly moved back to what he’d been talking about, continuing to spew shitty advice to his friend. “Once it’s hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend.” You rolled his eyes, placing your hand on his chest and pushing him backwards a little bit so you could see the older boy easier. “Ignore him, he has no idea what he’s talking about.” “You and Danny can start hanging out.”

Scott just groaned again, starting to vent about all the problems he’d had in the last day, although Stiles clearly wasn’t listening as he allowed his mind to be consumed with the thoughts of his relationship to Danny, muttering something about how he didn’t think he liked him very much. You were just unfortunately stuck in the middle of both conversations, finding it very hard to believe you’d got yourself stuck with these two dumb boys-- Although you wouldn’t change them for the world. 

All of those aspects led to now, Scott rushing out of the building after realising he’d be late for work, and Stiles being his usual strange self. “You didn’t answer my question. Am I attractive to gay guys?” He was already gone by the time he got the words out, but he turned to find you standing beside him laughing at him. “What?” he asked, innocently. 

You just tugged on his flannel, dragging him along with you in the direction of the building’s exit. “Nothing. Come on you goof.”

»»——⍟——««

The date night you and Stiles had decided on was very similar to the one you’d had the previous night considering there was still a curfew for those under eighteen. His dad was the Sheriff so you didn’t exactly feel like getting into trouble. This time though you’d insisted on cooking him dinner at your home. You weren’t an amazing cook but you were considerably better than the teenage boy who couldn’t cook to save his life. Then you told him you were seriously going to crush him at some old board games you still had from when you were kids. 

Your brother was staying over at a friends for the night and you’d persuaded your parents to go and enjoy a date night of their own. No funny business from your side, you just didn’t want any interruptions while you tried to have a nice night. 

Now he was supposed to have been coming over at six. It gave you enough time to cook something, set the table and get yourself ready after you got home from school. And he was Stiles, he could get ready for anything within half an hour, so you didn’t expect him to take long.

But now it had gone dark, multiple unanswered texts having been sent to his phone while you waited, alone. Of all people in the world you really hadn’t expected him to be the one to stand you up, but it only hurt so much more that he was the one who did.

The food had gone cold by now and the hope in your heart had dwindled, leaving you moping around the kitchen to try and tidy up the mess you’d made. You didn’t get much cleaned up by the time you heard a panicked knock on your door. You assumed it was Stiles, and you were more than prepared to give him an earful for abandoning you tonight.

Before the door had even fully opened, Stiles started speaking, not giving you the chance to even think about what you were going to yell at him.

“I am so, so sorry,” he started. “I was on time and then Scott called and asked for my help and I-“ When he saw the unamused look on your face he changed route. “I shouldn’t be making excuses, I know. So I brought you some flowers.” He pulled the mini bouquet out from behind his back, the sight of the beautiful daisies and the sweet gesture making your heart swell. “I could only get a few. Do you know how expensive flowers are?” And just like that he was back to his silly self. 

“Get in here.” You rolled your eyes, taking his hand and dragging him through your home to the kitchen. He visibly deflated when he saw the setup you had at the table, instantly feeling even worse that he’d done this to you, and making a mental note to kill Scott later for being the cause.

You frowned seeing the cold food again. “I-It went cold but uh-“ You spared a glance at him for a brief second. “We can still eat it, we’ll just have to heat it up. O-Or we can just order in,” you suggested, unsure of what he wanted to do. Before you were confident about how you planned on spending the night, but after the late start and the fact you didn’t know how reliable his alibi was, you grew a little self conscious that maybe he’d just rethought the whole thing and felt bad.

“No, you spent all that time cooking, we’re going to eat it,” he demanded playfully. You let a smile split on your face, nodding your head as you heated up the two plates of food for you both. In that time Stiles straightened up the table, relighting the candle you’d put out and putting the flowers he’d gotten you into a vase to also put on the table to make the whole thing look even more romantic.

Once he was done he shifted over to you, arms wrapping around your waist with another muttered apology and a thank you for making tonight what you had. With a kiss on your shoulder he was departing to take his designated seat at the table, watching and wallowing in the domesticity of the sight of you cooking.

You made small talk while you ate, avoiding anything and everything supernatural and trying your hardest to stick to positive things, pulling many cute laughs out of the boy that warmed your insides. He complimented your cooking a few times, then how pretty you looked, reaching over the table to take one of your hands in his while you ate. It was comfortable and that’s what you liked about being with Stiles.

Nothing felt forced, nothing felt rushed, everything was perfectly comfortable and to your liking and whether it was because of how long you’d known him, or maybe it was just the way he was, either way you loved him even more for it. Not that you had the guts to tell him that yet, but you’d eventually get to a place where you could confidently tell him you loved him. 

He’d barely even finished his last bite of food before looking up at you with boyish excitement, squeezing your hand to draw you out of your sweet daydream. “So, wanna makeout?” 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a boy.” 

He scoffed, bringing your intertwined hands up to his mouth, placing a sloppy kiss on the back of your hand that had you giggling. “Can you blame me? I have a smoking hot girlfriend— Who by the way, is an amazing kisser.” 

Your laughter died down after a few seconds, the two of you just looking at each other, his lips still by your hand as your chin rested on your other hand. Your eyes were locked in a pleasant stare, his big brown eyes that drove you absolutely crazy telling you all you needed to know in the moment. He even managed to make you flustered without any words.

“God, you’re so beautiful. Have I told you that?” Your face was on fire at this point, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth to try and hide the grin that threatened to take over your face if he didn’t stop being so damn sweet. “A couple times, yeah.” 

He grinned. “Good.” And with that he was leaning over the table to plant a delicate kiss on your lips. “Now, I recall you saying something about crushing me at board games? And I think as your boyfriend it’s my job to prove you wrong.” 

Some part of you would never get over the idea that this boy sitting in front of you was actually your boyfriend. Each time he said it your heart grew a little bit more. You scoffed, shaking your head. “Oh, you’re so going down, Stilinski.” 

So that’s how the two of you spent the remainder of your night, busying yourself with board games to try and see who was the ultimate winner. You managed to beat him at monopoly of course, not that he was happy about it, resulting in you having to kiss away his pout so he’d play another game with you after his mini tantrum, the boy claiming he wasn’t playing anymore; what a sore loser. 

You eventually tired yourselves out though, finding yourselves climbing into your bed to go to sleep. “Why do our dates always seem to end with you falling asleep on me?” he asked, twirling strands of your hair around his fingers with a sweet smile plastered on his face. You looked so unbelievably adorable with the way your face was smushed into his chest, your eyes glued shut as you attempted to fall asleep. “‘Cause you’re so comfy.” 

To prove your point you nuzzled your face deeper into him, feeling his hand rub up and down your back as he just laid there, alternating his staring between your ceiling and your nearly sleeping figure. He was just so content right now. “Stay here tonight?” you whispered, squeezing him a little tighter. His heart was exploding with those ever pleasant butterflies, his lips pressing against the top of your head. “Of course.”

You were pleasantly in the state between dreaming and being awake when you felt Stiles shifting under you. You whined quietly, receiving a hushing and a quiet ‘go back to sleep’ from him that you were happy to abide by. That was at least until you heard him curse quietly, his body stiffening to the point it grew uncomfortable to lay on. 

“What’s wrong?“ you managed to get out. He sighed, starting to sit up although he really didn’t want to, gently shifting you off of him. “It’s the bus driver. I need to speak to Scott.” 

Through a yawn that you couldn’t suppress, you asked. “Can I come?” You didn’t necessarily want or need to be there when he found out whatever had happened, but you were feeling unusually clingy tonight and really just wanted to be by your boyfriend’s side for longer than you already had been. He tried to discourage you, seeing as you were clearly still tired and it’d be wiser for you to just go to bed, but you didn’t want to sleep tonight without Stiles by your side. So your options were, stay awake until he gets back, or go with him; the latter seemed like an easier way to stay awake.

He was easily persuasive when it came down to a few kisses on the sensitive skin just below his ear, the boy melting and giving in instantly.

Which is how you ended up here, regretting every choice you made.

“This is such a dumb idea,” you hissed, taking his hand so he could help you climb up to the boy’s window. You very much still stood by your own idea of just going through the front door like normal human beings, but that’d already been erased out of your boyfriend’s mind. And now you were climbing up a dirty roof with barely any energy.

He entered through the open window first, dropping onto Scott’s bed before he helped you through behind him. Except that as you were only halfway in Melissa approached the brunette with a baseball bat, clearly thinking he was an intruder. Yet another reason why you believed you should’ve gone through the front door.

The two simultaneously screamed in response, drowning out the sound of your uncontrollable giggling at the sight. “Stiles, Y/N, what the hell are you doing here?” 

“What am I doing? Do either of you even play baseball?” he asked. The mother simply sighed in defeat, turning around to find her son in the doorway when the lights in the room turned on.

She glared at him slightly. “Can you please tell your friends to use the front door?” 

Both you and Stiles were now just sitting on the boy’s bed watching the exchange go down.

“But we lock the front door. They wouldn’t be able to get in,” he protested. She rolled her eyes, muttering that that was her point. Although she loved the both of you like you were her own kids, she didn’t enjoy the constant heart attacks she got from Stiles when he’d sneak in the windows.

“Do any of you care that there’s a police-enforced curfew?” The three of you simultaneously shook your heads, muttering a ‘no’ each. “Well, that’s about enough parenting for me for one night, so goodnight.” 

You wished her a goodnight back, seeing her flash you a warm smile as she left the room to go to her own. Scott closed the door behind her, assuming you guys were here for a supernatural reason that his mother didn’t need to hear. He rolled over his desk chair, sitting down in front of you both expectantly.

“So, why are you here? What happened?” 

His face was probably a huge giveaway, he didn’t exactly have a positive look about him right now, so the chance of it being good news was indeed very minimal.

“My dad texted me from the hospital fifteen minutes ago. It’s the bus driver,” he stated. “They said he succumbed to his wounds.” 

You expected his reaction to be much greater than it was. But his following question explained the lack of emotion you were receiving. “Succumbed?”

Seeing Stiles staring at the floor so he didn’t have to see how his best friend’s face would flood with a mix of emotions, you took the liberty to answer this one for him. “He’s dead, Scott.”

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[real-gifted-chaos]

Dating Stiles Stilinski Would Include...(Headcanons)

A late Christmas special, forgive us. It's been a busy week. But we're making it up for right now, here's this and later we have a Stiles Stilinski gift to give y'all ;) Enjoy

Dating Stiles/ Void Stilinski would include... Theme| Teen Wolf Paring| Stiles Stilinski x Gender Neutral! Reader Warning(s)| Language, mention of light smut

meeting his friends

Lydia not liking you at first but her warming up to you after a while

Derek flirting with you to make Stiles jealous

it working and Stiles almost beating him up badly

"Babe, it's okay. He's just trying to get under your skin."

"I know, I just really wanna punch that smug look off his face."

"I'll do if for you, okay?"

him smiling at your response and talking you home

You meeting his father, Sheriff Stilinski

Him liking you immediately and already telling you that you're a part of the family

you both studying for your test on Monday

him distracting you by placing soft kisses on your neck

you letting out soft moans but immediately covering it up and scolding him about it

him laughing at you about it and steady teasing you

You telling him to stop so you guys could continue to study

"Stiles, come on. We need to study."

"We have all weekend to study babe. Let me make you feel good."

you finally giving in

him knowing how to please every inch of your body

"you like that baby? You're doing so good."

you having a huge praise kink (sorry if you're not into that)

him constantly praising you because he knows how much you loveeee it (again, sorry :)

him liking how your body is so responsive towards him

you both lasting seven rounds before one of you tap out first

him making sure you're clean and comfortable afterward

you both taking a quick nap

him giving you thigh messages (if you're into that), with a hint of a foot massage as well.

him showing you off 25/8

him never leaving your side unless he absolutely has to, him also being very protective of you to the point where he'd die for you

Void occasionally appearing but treating you how Stiles would, though he is a bit rougher than Stiles

both Void and Stiles can't keep their hands off you

not even in public

hands are always on your ass, waist, or your chest, sometimes between your thighs to keep his hands warm

him singing and dancing for you

you joining in and laughing with him

you both turn it to play fighting with pillows

him accidentally hitting you too hard and immediately going to comfort you although you're laughing your ass off

"Are you okay, baby?"

"Stiles, babe, I'm fine. Seriously."

Him making it up to you with cuddles and kisses

Stiles is the sweetest boyfriend ever even with Void subtly appearances...

[jin0]

Hello Jin, congratulations for finally reaching 1k, you deserve it. I really enjoy your blog! now time to get things spicy ;)

❄️- i have dark hair and dark eyes and about 175cm. I would think i would enjoy to have someone that could match my sarcasm and humour. I enjoy reading, sunsets, libraries. I really like things that could get my adrenaline going, theme parks, escape rooms anything that I think would be an easy setting to get along with people. I would also like to think that i’m ambitious but at the same time a realist <3

sup love !! thank you for coming by and thank you for enjoying the mess that i make 🙈

for you darling i have the perfect man !! to you, i assign :

the inventor of sarcasm himself !! stiles stilinsky from teen wolf !!

maybe this was not the right moment, maybe you two were absolutely psychopaths who would need to get thoroughly checked by deaton once this was over. maybe a lot of things honestly, explaining how you got in the mess was difficult but trying was hilarious.

you had been running from a bunch of werewolves who decided that eating the humans would be a fun way to get stronger. it wasn't supposed to start like that, and definitely not finish this was. you were never one to complain but god the moment was terrible.

if you had to be entirely honest, which you would gladly be, you had to say that i was not your fault for once. you did tell him to focus but the man has the same focusing capacities as a toddler. the only difference is that toddlers wouldn't necessarily react that way, or at least even be bothered by what happened.

he couldn't help it, seeing you skillfully handle the baseball bat he'd tossed your way did things to him he couldn't understand. it was something about seeing you dodge, jump and basically ruin a bunch if werewolves with a baseball bat as your weapon of choice (and only weapon) that drove him insane.

he tried to get back to you, to reality and the current chase, running for your lives and back to the jeep, which deaton had warded just in case they would need a place to hide from the supernatural.

you both kept running, bodies dropping everywhere you went and his cock getting stiffer by the second. was it a kink ? was there a kink of violence ? yeah, bdsm, stiles wasn't the biggest fan (even though he would live seeing you tied up and at his mercy). or could it be something about martial arts that got him all hot a bothered ? maybe.

"stiles ! go to the jeep, start the car, I'm meeting you in a second. gotta handle the puppies before they start biting the wrong people." you groaned, sending him a quick look before cracking your knuckles.

he was whipped and horny in a potentially deadly situation.

"you gonna be fine ? wouldn't want to have to get all sappy and lovey dovey to wake you up if you die. you know, true love kiss and all that." he exclaimed, looking back at you and smiling, tingles running all over him as soon as he crossed your eyes. full of determination and slight cockiness, he grunted in both pride and arousal when you started stretching, the werewolves getting more agitated behind the doors you'd sealed shut.

"aww how sweet, you think I'm gonna let cannibal werewolves get the last word ? uh uh, told you I'd have a glorious death and it ain't happening today." you chuckled, putting yourself in a fighting stance.

he stayed silent, too mesmerized by your own confidence. yeah, he had the coolest girlfriend ever. he quickly ran to the car and got in, starting the engine and muffling a scream in his hands when you twirled the bat effortlessly. truly the coolest.

as you started doing what you do best, kicking ass and taking names, he could help but rub the bulge straining his pants. maybe he did have a kink on violence when it came from you. you were the catwoman to his batman.

moving his hips to rub against his palm, he felt like a creep to get off on your fight while he tried to sooth a painful erection.

and now, here you were, in your current predicament.

sitting on his lap, his cock buried deep in you, while he kept you bouncing on top of him. your top had been discarded in the back of the car and your bra was somewhere on the floor too. he really loved you, you were truly the best because who other than you could let him fuck you senseless on his car while a pile of semi comatose werewolves outside.

tightening his grip around your waist, he could hear the sound of your moans in his hair, the heat of your sultry breaths hitting his forehead. his hand traveled down to grip on your ass and toy with the your folds.

"f-fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck... fuck, that bat, im giving it to you, you keep it... i-i...fuck... i need to see you break more people with it..." he groaned, nipping on the valley of your brest

"oh my fucking god... stiles you gotta get checked... every fucking time..." you exhaled, feeling his tip slam on your cervix.

the sound of skin slapping resonated inside the vehicle, obscene moans and cum sounds filling up in your eardrums. you backed up slightly to pull his head out of your breasts and you grabbed his jaw, rolling your hips harder.

"look at you... complaining... but you're moaning so fucking loud, bet the werewolves outside are loving your little voice. you kick their ass and you give them a little treat on the back. how fucking nice of you, huh bunny ?"

you gritted you teeth, preparing a response but letting out a scream of pleasure instead. you dove into his neck, biting on his shoulder to cover your sounds. the last thing you wanted was having to explain to derek and scott how you gave communal boners to the passed out werewolves outside.

[arosesstorm]

love elixir -Stiles Stilinski 

Words count: 1k or so                     reader! x stiles stilinski

Warning: none, just fluff!!

summary: Stiles drank a love potion and it's your job now to take care of him.

English is not my first language, enjoy-

@faithiegirl01 ahhhh hope you love this -----

As usual Stiles' hands were traveling to places they were forbidden to go: as he carefully made sure to touch every little bottle full of flowers or herbs; he was sure they were of good use even though he knew absolutely nothing about them.

He was carefully reading something Deaton had written on the paper, something about wolfsbane when he felt his throat dry.

With the corner of his eye he caught glimpse of a bottle that seemed half empty: he reasoned Deaton wouldn't have minded if he took a sip, so he did, while his eyes never left the newfound informations written on the page.

Wolfsbane was also used as a- wait.

Was also used as a love- A love elixir?! his eyes instantly glued to the bottle he was holding.

and there it was, hidden behind what looked like a blank label, the unmistakable violet color.

"oh god" he started panicking, "oh god".

He was pacing back and forth now, hands in his hair as he let out a sigh.

"I'm gonna die" he proclaimed as Deaton finally entered the room, way too calm for the teenage boy.

"Stiles? What happened?" he asked.

The boy was on the man in an instant, "I drank it".

"What?" Deaton looked rather confused.

The boy hold the bottle, handing it to the man as he was panting, his forehead sweaty, "I drank it" he complained.

It didn't shock the man though as his lips left a little chuckle.

"Alright" he said, taking his wrist in view "this should take about a couple of minutes" he explained as he checked his watch.

Stiles was clearly lost, "a couple of minutes? for what?"

"Hey" a voice came to their left, "I'm here Stiles, What'd you need?"

"Poor thing" Deaton laughed towards the boy and that was the moment Stiles knew he was screwed.

The secret he had kept for the longest of time, was about to get exposed.

"Hey beautiful" he replied, as a hand went to cover his mouth.

what the f-

Y/N laughed, rather confused, but she let it slide.

"I'm sorry" the boy took a step forward, "what I mean to say is that you are the most beautiful human being I have ever seen"

Again, he stopped in his tracks, dead with embarassement.

He laughed nervously as Y/N held a laugh.

Looking half way towards Deaton Stiles mumbled "what is happening!"

The man sighed, taking a step forward, "Good thing kid, you're not gonna be able to control yourself for a bit"

His eyes found Y/N's "I guess this is your problem now"

"what? what are you talking about? what's wrong with Stiles?"

"Hugh" the boy scoffed, behaving like a child "I just want to be close to you!" he whined, stepping forward and wrapping the girl in a rather tight hug.

This time Y/N was just frozen, her eyes lost as the man got the boy away from her.

"This boy here drank a love potion I was making for a study" he sighed again, half annoyed, half amused "I guess he likes you, that's why he's your problem now"

Y/N scoffed, her heart fluttering for the shortest bit "yeah sure, just take him back".

"I'm afraid I can't dear, we'll have to wait until the potion takes off"

"What?! How long?"

"Normally takes a day or two"

Y/N puffed, turning on her heels.

"wait! love! wait for me!"

Oh yes, that was her problem now.

One thing was bearing the pain of seeing him everyday and not being able to touch him, to be with him, another thing was having him all lovely towards her but knowing it was all an act, all a stupid accident.

"Okay, I think we better get you home" she said, as the boy's hand slipped in hers, holding tight.

"whatever you want love"

"okay new rule: let's quit that word for the day, alright?"

Stiles hummed, smiling lovely as he took the girls' hand to his mouth, kissing softly.

"i want to kiss you so bad" he confessed.

"okay! and that's our clue to go!" she broke the contact, jumping on his jeep as the boy followed closely.

"oh god! I don't think it's human" he scoffed.

"what?"

"you're growing prettier by the minute!"

"oh god just drive!"

The ride towards the stilinski household was unbearable, Stiles had been throwing lines at her every two seconds and when she didn't respond he felt the need to be touchy, holding her hand, squeezing her thigh from time to time and looking at her for way too much when you're driving a car.

But worst of all, was she enjoyed every moment of it.

Tt was terribly wrong of her, but every time she felt the boy attention on her, her cheeks started to heat up and a smile grow on her face.

He was lovely.

When they pulled on the porch, he made sure to open the door for her, and when they walked to the house his hand was firmly holding hers.

As the door opened, Mr. stilinski looked their way, he was on the kitchen table arranging some papers.

"Guys, you're back"

"dad" he giggled sheepishly "have you ever noticed what an incredible woman this girl is?"

Y/N smiled embarrassed as she pushed the boy towards his room, smiling apologetically to his father.

"she's so intelligent and fierce, she's never scared and she's so kind, really the kindest.." Stiles kept on talking as Mr stilinski eyed the girl: "do I wanna know?"

she shook her head frenetically as the man sighed, "g'night" and with that he was back to his papers again, reading and picturing how everything went that way.

As soon as the door locked behind their shoulders, Y/N let a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Finally" she mumbled, trying to turn around, before two long arms captured her.

"You smell so good" he breathed in her ear, his arms holding her close as she felt like dying.

"Stiles please-" she broke the hug facing the guy.

She was exhausted, really.

The boy was looking at her in a way she knew very well, even though it was the first time she actually realized how he was looking at her.

She took a deep breath.

Stiles' eyes jumping with fear as his hands cupped her cheeks stroking softly.

Y/N was mesmerized, he was there and he was holding her and nothing and I mean nothing ever felt so right in her entire life.

She adored him to the point she wanted to cry.

Releasing a soft breath, Stiles came closer, killing the distance between the two, his lips only inches away from hers as she closed her eyes.

But the feeling never came, as the boy dwelled on his actions, moving away.

She felt herself pout as the boy patted his bed.

"Stay with me tonight?"

That night was the hardest of Y/N's life.

She had slept with the boy before, they had fallen asleep in the strangest positions searching for cases all night long; but never in a million years she had dreamed of finding herself completely surrounded by the boy's perfume.

He was everywhere: in her nose, in her eyes, on her lips the fantom of a missed kiss.

Their nose touching as he fell asleep beside her, securing her in his arms.

She kept on tracing his face with her eyes, his eyebrows, relaxed, he was at ease, his little nose, his soft lips, the way he was softly breathing, how his chest would come up and down slowly, painfully.

She was devastated the least; not that it was easy being the closest of friend to the boy you had fallen in love with, but at least before all this mess she didn't know.

She had no idea he would be this sweet and caring and the way they rested together was something so natural she wondered how she had slept all this nights without him by her side.

That's how she fell asleep, wondering how it was going to end, how she was gonna be able to face the boy and her feelings when the elisir's touch was gone.

As a ray of sunlight hit her face, she felt a groan in her ears.

Slowly opening her eyes, she got a glimpse of a sleepy Stiles stretching himself as he positioned himself closer to the girl, his arms never leaving the body.

That was, when he opened his eyes, a sudden flash of worry crossed his pupils and he quickly stepped back.

She was fully awake now, as she rubbed her eyes.

"Stiles" she muttered.

"Oh my god Y/N!" he was pacing back and forth into his room.

"I'm so sorry you have no idea" he breathed.

"Oh god" he suddenly stopped "was it that bad?" he asked and the girl laughed.

He knew then he never had heard nothing so angelic before.

"it was, oh my god it was" he kept on mumbling.

"hey" she got up, getting closer to the panicked kid.

"it's not that big of a deal Stiles" she caressed his arm "it's fine" she smiled.

A moment of silence crossed the two.

He was looking at her, then her lips, her eyes, her lips again and there he was, removing the distance, crushing his lips onto hers.

It was quick and chaste, but it felt like breathing for the first time in a decade.

He slowly stepped back, "I'm so sorry" he breathed.

Y/N was speechless.

"You didnt want to, I'm sorry" he said, falling onto his bad as he hid his head in his hands.

"I almost died stopping from kissing you yesterday and now that this thing is over I did, I'm sorry"

"what?" she finally moved, sitting close to the boy.

"what do you mean? you wanted to?" she asked.

The boy emerged from his knees, looking confused.

"Of course" he breathed looking at her.

"why?" she asked, genuinely confused.

The boy almost laughed, "Y/N I've been in love with you for the longest of time, I thought I made it very clear yesterday"

"But...I thougt it was the elixir"

"it was me drinking it, it was me feeling it"

She needed no more, as she closed the space again, kissing him, adoring him; honey dripping from their lips as the kiss deepened.

They were in love and nothing, not even a love potion could change that.

Mia

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