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Scott: Why don't you like Theo? He seems nice.

Stiles: You know who else seems nice? Professor Quirrell. That prince in Frozen. That weirdly charming and fatherly Teddy Bear in Toys Story 3.

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Mason, looking at Theo: I don't think I can ever understand your weird friendship with Theo.

Liam: He's surprisingly considerate.

Theo, approaching with drinks in his hands: Move, Hewitt.

Theo, to Liam: Got you a Caramel Cappucino with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles.

Theo, to Hewitt: Here, an Americano.

Liam, whispering: See, considerate.

Mason, scoffed: Yeah, to you.

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Puppy Pack choosing what to watch for a horror movie night imagines? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

horror movie night with the puppy pack! | spooky szn imagine

a/n: hi, sure sure! hope you like it!

It was a slow and relatively peaceful day. Nothing supernatural threatening the lives of civilians, no werewolf to save, no evil mastermind to catch. None. Nada. So when Mason off-handedly suggested a movie night, expecting no one but Corey to agree, he was surprised that everyone wants in. Mason insists on watching a super scary film. He looks to Corey for support but his hesitant face tells Mason otherwise. Corey wants something on psychological thrillers, mind games, less jumpscare and more brain wrecking plot twists. Theo, with all his snarkiness, agreed with Corey. Hayden suggested Human Centipede. It was a resounding no from everyone. Brett just wants something with a decent plot, he’s not entirely picky as long as the story’s good. Lorilee didn’t care much. She knew she’d be on her phone or covering her eyes most of the time. Scary movies are just not it for her. Same goes for Liam, actually. Though, he backed up Mason. “Come on guys, what’s the point of a horror movie night if the movie isn’t scary!” They all know that he’d be the first one to duck under a blanket not even five minutes in. So no one’s really convinced with his.. persuasion.  They argued and debated for an absurdly long time. They called Scott for this. They always do when needing a mediator. “Uh.. why not leave it up to luck? Spin the bottles but with movie recommendations.” Scott said, faint animal growls can be heard in the background. He was closing up from work. And they did. They’ve learnt to listen to what Scott says or suggests. Hayden won. Let’s just say a certain few had trouble sleeping for the next week. When Scott asked the next day, Liam gagged and Corey just sighed. 

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reblogging because it's almost october for me!

Spooky AUs of short fic or imagines or anything else really! Let's keep it SFW for now LOL

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐗

Trying this out!

Opening a request box of something you would want to see written for the Teen Wolf fandom.

Keep in mind that English is not my first language and I have the rights to reject/ignore requests that I am not comfortable writing about. I will also be accepting a few for now XD

Hoping to see those reqs soon ;)

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Theo: And why should I listen to your advice? Liam: Because I'm a night owl. Theo: So? Liam: That means I'm wise. Theo struggling so hard not to punch Liam.

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Been sick for the past few days, terribly sick so I spent most of my time reading this particular fic, and it always amuses me how the plot just connects from this chapter to another chapter, and just when I think I found something resembling a plot hole, it was actually an intentional twist that was later brought up in future chapters, like what. Point is, writers are amazing, i love yall. Hoping one day I can reach to that level.

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Stiles and Theo argues during dinner. Liam: Can someone pass me the salt? Stiles and Theo literally throwing hands at each other. Liam: Please just pass me the salt..

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I should do more antagonists/villains slander in incorrect quotes format... LOL

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Allison: I'm surprised you feel like that. You're such a feminist. Scott: I feel like maybe I shouldn't be here. Lydia: I am feminist but I'm also a realist. Allison: I'm just looking out for the victim. Scott: or should I be here because men should be part of the conversation?

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I have a few incorrect quotes posts queued up for tomorrow and Saturday, but I feel like I should slow it down, gonna change the posting time to once a day for this week & alternate the days for the next week mayhaps. Need to work on a couple of wips too 🫣

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Derek: I've got the security tape. Careful, Monroe appears in the video for a split-second. Don't look directly into her eyes. Scott: Is she, like, the Anuk-ite now..? Derek: No. She's just ugly.

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Scott: Motorcycles are death machines. I have three kids (Liam, Mason, and Corey). Scott tosses the keys to Stiles. Stiles: Are you saying my life matters less because I don't conform to society's heteronormative child centric ideals? Stiles tosses the keys back to Scott. Scott: Are you really playing the gay card right now? Stiles, looks at Derek, then back at Scott: Yas queen.

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𝟮𝟬/𝟮𝟬 𝗩𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 — 𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗹𝗲𝘁

From this voting post to this ficlet. I hope you'll enjoy it!

summary: Due to a series of unfortunate events, Derek temporarily loses his werewolves ability... which apparently includes 20/20 vision. Let's just say Derek has Stiles' attention in a different light now (not that he's aware about it anyway). tags: attempt at humour, canon-typical sterek banters, canon-typical description of violence (mild), 'unfortunate events' are not specified/describe, au setting but sort of close to canon, not beta read

Nobody really realised it. Not even Derek himself.

It first started when Deaton, displaying the usual cryptic persona, held out a small, opaque jar to Derek. He said that the only way to confirm it is by testing it out. But his opinion was beginning to cement itself when Derek had to squint to read the faded label when typically even the slightest scent of it should have been enough for any were-beings to know the jar contained Mountain Ash. (What they confirmed that night was that Derek was no longer a supernatural as he could easily hold a handful of Mountain Ash on his palm).

The second time it happened was when Scott unrolled a blueprint on the table, the details of the structure neatly written on the corners of the pages, it was small but it was readable. Everyone gathered around it, taking turns to rotate the paper to their direction. Derek, however, leaned in, lower than when Stiles wanted to take in all the information on it, and when that was not enough, he took the blueprints and lifted it up to his face – scanning the entire page inches away from his nose.

The pack started to suspect it then.

Scott with all his gentleness and concern was the one who voiced it out. "Is everything okay, Derek?"

Well, not the way Stiles would've said it but this was Scott. He beats around the bushes sometimes, starts a conversation with a question.

"Yeah." Derek grunted, throwing the blueprint back onto the table. And that's the thing with question, often time, people don't give a truthful answer.

Then they went on with planning as if Derek hadn't practically kiss the blueprint paper. Stiles kept his eyes on Derek the entire night.

And the day after, and after, and after.

So almost a week after the shocking revelation that Derek lost his supernatural abilities, Stiles noted a few things about normal-Derek. As normal as Derek could be, that is.

Things like, how Derek flinches when there was a sudden noise (typically Peter's obnoxious laughter), or how he would sigh in frustration when something was too heavy to be easily carried the first time (he'd still managed to carry it though, that muscle-headed beast), or how he would squint at anything he decided to focus on if it was a certain distance from him (probably because he refused another display of grabbing something so close to his face).

The fact that this had gone on for almost week was hilarious. How did anyone not notice it? Or maybe they noticed it but decided leave him be? Derek does have a habit of grabbing someone by the collar and threatening them. Stiles doubted that any of his usual 'rip your throat with my teeth' would hold any actual scariness but he also valued his life not to bring it up carelessly himself.

Stiles strategised. He always does. He chose a day where the pack had a meeting, chose time frame just after work and before the meeting, chose a location where it was public enough to ensure Derek does not misbehave but the two would still have their treasured privacy. It worked wonders, by the way, and for a split second he allowed himself to silently bask in the glory of 'people should listen to me more because my plan always works'. Who was he kidding, he took his head out of his ass and attend to the matters at hand – a grumpy Derek, unable to threaten Stiles or deter away the conversation, thus ultimately admitting that he, in fact, can't see well.

And who is Stiles if he's not prepared, right?

He slid a rectangular black box towards Derek, who rolled his eyes at the item.

"I don't need that."

"Yes. Yes, you do." Stiles was not one to give up. "Have you seen how you look just now? Trying to read the menu like it was a Mathematical problem? Who reads with that much squinting power and scowling?"

A low growl came from Derek's throat.

Stiles went rigid. Well, good to know he can still do that.

"Just wear it okay." Stiles sighed. "Since when are you the advocate of fashion and styles, anyway. Think of it this way; What if Scott needs some help but you can't clearly see which one is Scott and which one is the enemy? You ended up, oh I don't know, shooting Scott???"

That seemed to convince him.

"Fine." Derek grunted. He took the box, unexpectedly gentle with it as he carefully close it back once he took out the glasses. He glanced at Stiles first, in which Stiles held out both of his thumbs out with a grin, and he scoffed as he put on the glasses. He propped his elbows on the table, hands clasped, "Happy?"

When Stiles did not answer, Derek continued, "You didn't have to be so disgusted."

Stiles still did not answer. He was not disgusted for sure, but he can't seem to find his voice. It seemed to be stuck in his throat. He swallowed his saliva just in case. Yes, it must be something that he ate just now, he reasoned, an allergy or something. It'd explained his rising heartbeat.

Derek sighed, a hand reaching to the glasses.

In a speed of light, Stiles stumbled over the empty cup with his hands, knocking it off the table, as he hurriedly stop Derek from removing the glasses. It was an instinctual act more than anything.

The two of them stuck in that awkward position, like two separate lines finally meeting at one point, Derek sat, his fingers pinching the air as Stiles hand wrapped around his wrist, halting his initial movement. Derek observed as Stiles appeared to look panicked, his eyebrows furrowed, the upturnt lips, and the intense focus to his eyes. The sound of the bell ringing against the opening door snapped them back into the present.

Stiles released his hold, he returned to sitting, albeit fidgeting more than ever, as he clear his throat with a small 'Sorry'. Derek simply looked away.

If the new customers came in just a few seconds late, Derek would've seen the way Stiles' eyes drifted from his eyes down to his lips for a split-second. Stiles dragged a hand down his face. "We should go," he said as he stood. "They must be there already."

Derek simply nodded and followed Stiles out.

Fuck, Stiles thought. No way.

"Hey, wait up." Derek called out from behind, picking up the pace to catch up. The setting sunlight reflected on his glasses. "You forgot to pay for your drink, so you owe me now."

Fuck no, Stiles cursed inwardly, glaring at Derek before entering his Jeep.

No way in any hell I'm finding him attractive with glasses on.

a/n: thinking of making a part two maybe...

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so the results are in!

i'm not sure what kind of trope or flow i have in mind for this just yet, but i'll be sort of packed today and maybe a storyline inspiration might come up! suggest some tropes / tags that you like though, i might pick from there too!

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Stiles getting up from his seat. Derek: Aren't you forgetting something? Stiles: Uh.. Stiles leans closer to Derek, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead and then left. Derek: ..That's not what I meant.

Derek sighs

Derek, to the bartender: I'll pay for his drinks..

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Lowkey want to write a Thiam ficlet bc cmon, this highkey can be a Thiam thing, but idk if i can write it well enough 💀

Prompt #1101

"I'm not the right person for you."

"You're doing a bad job of convincing me of that."

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Try to guess which character I was thinking about when I wrote this. I wanted it to be a fluff but my imagination just ran wild... and now I am in pain...

tags: canon-typical violence, gn!reader, not a happy ending

You told yourself that maybe it's the way he smiles, the way he carries himself, the accurate hunches he has, that innate talent of being able to see through bullshit. Somehow, unknowingly, you had fallen head first, deep down into a black hole you called love — any small greetings, subtle nudges and shared laughters just does not seem to be enough anymore. You want more, crave more, need more. From him. But it doesn't look like he could give it to you. Not like this, not this him. So you stared at his mirthless eyes, his eerie smile stretching across his face as he pinned you to the wall, roughly with his arm cutting off your airway; you begged for mercy through your cries and tears, but he won't listen, no, he heard you, he'd seen you, he just didn't care. Not this him, never this him. You were ever grateful to whatever struck his mind at that time as he loosened his hold on you. For a moment, you thought maybe he came back, because he looked softer, he looked remorseful, he looked like him. And that was your mistake. Believing in maybe. Because that was how it started. And that was how it ended. Just one second faith in maybe and you were back, trapped between never and the wall. Counting sheeps for sleep to come because this had to be a dream, but a dream it wasn't and yet sleep came anyway. Eternally, for you.

a/n: Literally can be read as any other character from any other fandom if they fit the shoes.