#❀ int. ── stiles stilinski.

[pickpetals]

@thatprettylittlething, read, silently read a book alongside my muse.

his face rested against the palm of his hand, elbow slowly sliding more and more down the table as time passed by. the textbook page that is staring back at his distracted gaze tauntingly is the same one as twenty-five minutes ago, leg bouncing inattentively under the table in energy that was begging to be released. the library is nearly empty, only a few people sat around at various tables, which is not surprising considering it is nine am on a freaking saturday! amber gaze flickers over at lydia, who looks much more enthralled by the chemistry textbook than he does, huffing out a frustrated breath and allowing his forehead to drop on the pages dramatically. ❝ i cannot believe that i let you talk me into this shit. it's saturday, i should be sleeping. ❞

[pickpetals-shadowed]

RECEIVED      →      ❝      i heard you were back in town.      ❞      /      @desrtwlf​​

                    the last person that stiles expects to see standing on his front porch when he responds to the knock at the door is malia.          then again,    it wasn’t like he was expecting anyone in particular in exchange.          scott’s off at ucla,    lydia is at mit,    and everyone else is...    well,    somewhere that he’s not aware of because he hasn’t really kept in contact with anyone else.          leaving was meant to be just that      –––––      LEAVING.          a fresh start on the page after a traumatic chapter.          despite how much he tries to forget it,    in this moment stiles gets a glimpse of a feeling of being back in high school,    anxiously pacing by the door while he waited for malia to arrive after a promised movie night.          he’s much different now than he was back then though,    with an unshaved face and buzzed off hair,    his muscles filling out his shirt and making it look much less baggy than his attire two years ago,    and brighter eyes that weren’t sunken in from lack of sleep and suffering mental health.                    he embraces the feeling    EVEN IF HE KNOWS IT’S FLEETING,    his arms outstretching and unapologetically pulling malia into his chest.                    ❝      malia?          holy shit,    i didn’t know    you    were still here.      ❞                    he can admit that he holds on for a moment too long,    but when he lets go he has to untangle his fingers from the fabric of her shirt and take a step back to return to a comfortable distance.                    ❝      i’m just here for a couple of days to see my dad.          how did you know i was in town?      ❞

[sarcaasmic]

@stcrsreverie sent❛ it says couples only ... let's say we're dating and we'll get in. ❜ // from Stiles

Ellie stood off to the side of the entrance to a local bar. Stiles next to her. They'd almost made an attempt at entering but they'd paused upon seeing the sign about couples' night and the venue being couples only for the evening. They were not a couple so there went that plan.

Or so she thought.

Ellie looked over to the brunette, eyebrows raised at his proposition. She looked between the sign near the entrance and him. "Hmm...," she hummed in thought. At first, it seemed ridiculous, but then again, they did want to get in. So with couples night going on, being part of a couple was the only way in from what she could tell.

"Alright, sure" She gave a nod. Stating that they were dating was the easy part. Acting like it on the other hand, Ellie didn't have much confidence in her ability to do that. At least it would be with a friend and not a stranger. Or maybe that would make it more difficult. She wasn't sure yet.

[pickpetals]

stiles swallows, the thin cool saliva feeling now like thick molten lava down his throat. he wants to spit it out to save himself from the pain, leave the room to salvage what he has left, but he stays sat and continues to swallow the hot boulders that clog his esophagus in the form of words that he should've, could've, would've said. his fingers dance on the edge of the hospital bed, suddenly feeling more alone than he has in the solitude in a state he's never been in before.

the nemeton. ( doesn't it always come back to that tree? it all makes sense now. she looks at him with unfamiliarity because she has once again walked too close to the sun, icarus chasing the flames and ultimately getting burned. ) her memories are summarized, but none include him. he sits and touches her from instinct the moment her eyes meet his, but she doesn't recognize the tips of his fingers that have traced every scar on her skin. ❝ lincoln... who's ― ❞ he shakes his head, clears his throat, reminds himself of his priorities. the question that sits at the tip of his tongue takes precedence over the interrogation that naturally comes to him like it always does when he wants to get to the bottom of situations. ❝ annie, do you not remember me? do you know who i am? ❞

🌿 " i'm not sure. " she means to sound more hopeful, if only to soothe him. ( that light of relief in his eyes is already fading and she hates so much to see it go. ) the words come out feeble and quiet, more to herself than him. what is the last thing she remembers ? " the rings of a tree stump. " the words are blurted out as if they've been waiting for his question, so patiently perched. they sound ridiculous to her ---- what good is this information ? isn't she always tramping through the woods, off those old overgrown georgia trails ? ---- she frowns.

andromeda rifles through her memories, but they scatter through her fingers like leaves onto the forest floor and crumble upon further investigation. the silence begins to feel oppressive and watchful. she blinks once and hot tears are already shining in the corners of her eyes and stinging her throat. the singular loose string of the bedsheet is caught between her fingers, suddenly far more interested in that than looking at him, which is all she wants to do. " i know my dad is dead. i know . . . i know lincoln is dead. " a long pause : she trips on the memory. those hot tears spill down her cheeks. " i know we moved. and this is california. "

[luvonmes-blog]

Is it me?

in which they love each other.

part 2 to Why couldn’t it be me?

it has a little angst, nothing to bad tho but it gets so fluffy at the end. like grossly fluffy.

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so much had happened since that night. it was the last night Stiles had seen you in weeks. after Sheriff Stilinski drove you home you packed your things and just… disappeared. everyone tried contacting you. Scott, Lydia, Allison, Kira, even Isaac but no one could reach you. It’s like you had fallen off the face of the earth and Scott feared something had happened to you. no one had heard from you or knew where you were until that night. the night Allison died. you received all of their calls and voicemails, but never had the courage to call back. after you left you never planned to return but when you read Scott’s text about how Allison had died and he really needed you then - needed his best friend, his sister - you couldn’t avoid Beacon Hills any longer.

you showed up in his doorstep and the moment Scott opened the doors he fell into your arms. you let him sob into your chest until he couldn’t anymore. you two sat in his living room as he caught you up on everything and asked for your help.

“so… this entire time, it wasn’t Stiles?”

“no. it’s an evil spirit hiding in his body and Y/N/N, i need your help getting Stiles back.”

“why me? you have everyone else I don’t get why you’d need me.”

“I need extra help, just in case anything goes south, i’ll know I have you.”

“ok.” you pondered for a moment before speaking your mind. “I have an idea but I need you to make sure no one else knows i’m back.” Scott gave you a questing look. “I have a plan, Scotty, and for it to fall through, I need the element of surprise.”

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after that night Scott had kept you updated on everything that happened. and that led you to where you were now, standing outside of Beacon Hills High, hiding in the shadows. you saw Derek fighting some of the Oni with the twins and then you saw him. for a moment you thought it was him. you thought it was actually Stiles but you just knew it wasn’t. he didn’t look like your Stiles and now you’re questioning yourself on how you hadn’t noticed before. but you couldn’t let yourself wallow in self pity. you saw the imitation of Stiles look in your direction and before he could realize you were actually there you ducked behind a wall. you quickly realized walking straight through the front doors of the school was a no-go so you had to find another way to sneak in.

you remembered the many nights you Stiles and Scott had been in similar positions, somehow every time you were fighting some supernatural creature you ended up back at the school, tonight was no different. to get into the school you had to sneak past the imitation of Stiles - Void, they called him - and the Oni. the only other way you could think of was the doors leading to the lacrosse field. you snuck around the building as quietly as you could and onto the field. once there you sprinted to the doors and into the building. when you opened the metal doors what you saw was unexpected.

there was blood, everywhere. splattered all over the walls. it was gruesome and absolutely disgusting, you felt sick to your stomach. pushing the bile that was building up in your throat back down, you made your way through the halls. you snuck around until you heard the familiar voices of your friends. before you could reach them an Oni appeared in front of you. it unsheathed its sword and got into position to swing. right before the sword could slice at you, you ducked out of the way and rolled to the opposite side. hiding until the last moment wasn’t an option anymore so now you had no choice but to fight.

as you crouched on the floor you got into the position to pounce. only transitioning half way, your claws and fangs were out to help you defend yourself. growling lowly at the Oni you launched yourself at it, using an aggressive approach into the fight. it swung its sword at you, slicing through the air and missing you just barely. from what Scott had told you, the Oni were nearly invincible so when you had dig your claws into its arm, there was barely a reaction. the Oni shook you off and sliced its sword at you once again, this time cutting you on your side and leaving a gaping wound.

you hissed in pain and reached to touch the wound, blood covered your hand but you couldn’t give up now. no matter how hurt you were you had to continue fighting, for Stiles. just as the Oni was going to swing again you slid yourself through its legs and popped back up behind you. as it turned around you ducked and clawed at its midriff , a black smoke fell from its wound and it lifted its sword in the air to stab you. you twisted your body as the sword came down, sending a sharp pain through your side and you bent at your cut. you hissed as the gash started bleeding again but you hadn’t had enough time to register it as the Oni came charging at you. instead of backing or ducking out the way as you had done before, you pushed yourself into the Oni. you shoulder checked it and clawed at the mask. flipping over you kicked it’s sword out of its hand and elbowed it where you assumed it’s rib cage would be.

now that it didn’t have its sword anymore, you left it somewhat defenseless. you charged at it, grabbing it by its wrist and flipping it over your back, letting it fall to the floor, you grabbed something from your back pocket and stabbed it straight into its chest. Scott had told you that right before Allison passed she figured out the Oni’s only weakness - silver. and luckily for you, you always carried around a silver dagger your father had given you. as the Oni disappeared into a cloud of smoke you grabbed your dagger and dashed around a corner. just in time as well as Stiles, Lydia, Kira, and Scott came out of the doors of the classroom.

“we’re ok.” Scott had said. “we’re ok-” before he could finish Void had come out of nowhere and knocked him out. Kira turned around ready to swing her sword but Void hit her too.

“this was my game. you think you can beat me at my game.” now he was looking at Lydia and Stiles. he started down the hall at the two as they cowered backwards. “divine move. divine move.” he said incredulously. “you think you have any moves at all? you can kill the Oni but me? me? I’m a thousand years old. you can’t kill me!”

“but we can change you!” Lydia blurted out. that stopped him.

“what?” Scott told you everything and in case anything took an turn of events, like now, he told you what he needed you to do.

“you forgot about the scroll.” Stiles answered.

“the Shugendo scroll.” Lydia added.

“change the host.” it stemmed to all hit Void at once.

“you can’t be a fox and a wolf at the same time.” Stiles finished. and that’s where you came in.

you ran from the corner you were hiding behind and grabbed Voids arm first, just in case he tried to fight back. it came as a shock to Stiles and Lydia, they expected Scott but when they saw painted nails instead they immediately looked up. it wasn’t Scott at all, the red glowing eyes that were coming up from behind Void weren’t Scott McCalls. they were yours and the moment Stiles saw your face, he wanted to burst at the seams. he hadn’t seen you in over three weeks and to be honest, he never thought he would see you again. after the fight he had come looking for you and he couldn’t find you anywhere. not even at your secret spot.

you grabbed Voids head next, gripping onto his hair and yanking his head to the side. your fangs slid out and you growled right before biting into his neck. he was screaming as you bit him and once you had let him go, Kira stabbed him with her katana. Void started choking, a fly came out of his mouth and tried to escape but Isaac had caught in the jar made of wood from the nemeton at the last moment. Void had fallen to his knees and started cracking until he collapsed onto the floor and disappeared into a pile of dust.

everyone was looking at each other until all their all landed on you.

“Y/N.” Stiles spoke a smile lighting up his face but as he tried to take a step forward he collapsed.

“Stiles.” you ran to him, slipping your hand under his head just in time before he slammed it onto the ground. your heart rate was sky rocketing as you rested his head in your lap. Scott had told you they all feared that if they had taken out Void, would Stiles go along with him? and right now, you couldn’t lose him, you just got him back. just as the tears were building in your eyes Stiles took a deep breath in and his eyes opened.

“oh god. I fainted didn’t I?” you let out a breath of relief into a laugh as he looked up at you. “we’re alive? we’re all alive?” you nodded your head at Stiles as tears fell down your cheeks.

“yeah, we’re ok.”

“no, you’re hurt.” Stiles noticed you clutching your side where you wound was.

“no, i’m fine, we’re all fine.” just as you said that you felt a pit in your stomach as Lydia sat up. she got up and started heading to the main doors, and you lot followed behind her, you holding Stiles as he struggled to walk. when you finally reached outside you understand where the feeling was coming from, Derek, Aiden and Ethan were all sitting outside but Aiden didn’t look so well. he wasn’t well at all and once you guys finally realized what had happens Lydia turned around and Scott grabbed her, letting her sob into his arms.

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you were sitting in Stiles’ room putting things in boxes as he took down his mock investigation board. you noticed Sheriff standing in the doorway and you smiled at him. a look of shock crossed his face before a warm smile replaced it. you still hadn’t told everyone you were back.

“what’re you kids doing?” he asked and Stiles turned around, finally noticing his dad.

“we’re just…” he trailed off trying to find a way to finish the sentence.

“clearing our heads.” you finished for him and he turned to look at you, a smile gracing his face.

“ok.” his dad said staring fondly at the two of you before heading downstairs. Stiles put whatever he was holding down before kneeling in front of you.

“we need to talk.” the fond look you had on your face faded and you nodded, letting out a broken “ok.” you guessed it was finally the time, not much talking had been done since you got back. after that night you helped Stiles get home and then you went back to your place, your mom scolded you for disappearing and not telling her where you were but then she hugged you, telling you how much you worried her and if you were ever going through something again to just tell her. Stiles texted you and asked you to come over today, saying he needed help with his room. he took your hands into his and then placed one on his face. “I’m sorry.” you looked up at him incredulously.

“what… what are you sorry for?” you asked, eyes wide.

“the last time I saw you. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things and I know I hurt you and I never, ever meant to do that.” he was crying now, tears cascading down his cheeks.

“Stiles stop.” he looked up at you confused. “it wasn’t you Sti.” you bring your other hand to his face, now cupping his cheeks. “it wasn’t you. you didn’t mean it and I forgave you a while ago. the moment Scott told me what was happening I forgave you.” before you could finish Stiles surged up and kissed you, your lips moved passionately in tandem and a smile broke out onto your face.

“I love you.” he whispered and your eyes grew two times wide before the brightest smile you could muster appeared on your face. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Stiles.” he looked at you, smiling brightly as well. “I have since I met you.” he kissed you again and this time you pushed him back meeting him on the floor. you fell next to him in a fit of giggles intertwining your fingers with his. “ok, ok we have to clean.” you laughed, trying to get up but Stiles pulled you back down with him.

“it can wait. I finally got my girl.” and in that moment you swore you could never be happier.

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sooooo how we feelin? ik ik it took me forever to post part two but i finally did!

tag list: @igotmajordaddyissues @vyctorya @elizabethmidnight2017 @spideylovesyou3000-blog @chunkybabygorl

[maria021015]

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR CHAPTER 38!

“I just had a huge braingasm!” Stiles ran after Zaida in the school hallway as soon as the bell for the end of English rang.

“A what?” The girl wrinkled her nose at the term.

“A braingasm - you know like a brain orgasm. It’s a portmanteau.” He explained.

“Yeah, no, I gathered that much. Just never say that word again.” She shook her head at him and continued walking to her locker, putting in the combination and opening the door to deposit her books inside. It was moments like these that reminded her that despite her crush on him, he was still just Stiles. It was a refreshing experience. “What is it you want?”

“You said after lunch. It’s now after lunch, so you’re coming with me to see Deaton.” The boy demanded, leaving no room for any other option.

“Lydia and I were supposed to leave early and have a girls' night.” She pouted in disappointment, overplaying it because she knew it would piss him off.

“And you think that’s more important than figuring out who the murdering, people-sacrificing psycho running around town is?” The boy’s eyes widened in frustration, looking as if he wanted to strangle her.

“God, I’m joking, Stilinski. Of course, I’m coming. You didn’t think I was going to let you go snooping without me, right?” She rolled her eyes at him, shutting her locker with a slam and slinging her backpack up over her shoulder.

“We’ve been over this like a hundred times, it's not snooping. It’s investigating!” He groaned loudly and followed after her towards the Jeep.

“Same thing,” She shrugged and brushed it off dismissively with a wave of her hand, knowing it would only infuriate him further. For some reason doing so always gave her a thrill of sorts.

“You're out of school early…” Deaton looked at Stiles and Zaida with a raised brow as they arrived at the animal clinic. She wiggled her fingers at him in a wave of greeting.

“Yeah, free period, actually.” Stiles explained. “Um, I was just headed home to see my dad. He's, uh...You know, I guess you probably heard people are kind of getting murdered again. It's his job to figure it out.”

“I gathered as much from the 'Sheriff' title.” Deaton gave them a small smile and opened the mountain ash gate to allow them both to walk through to the back room.

“Yeah, um...You know, it gets kind of hard for him to do his job when he doesn't have all the information. And we all know he's missing pretty much half the story here, right?” Stiles continued, his voice shot with nerves. Zaida frowned at hearing it, wondering why. “So then, I started thinking, and I remembered someone else who does have a lot of information. Someone who always seems to know more than anyone else around here.”

“You.” Zaida finished his sentence, starting to put the pieces together to figure out what Stiles already had. Peter had told them that the emissaries that gave wolf packs advice were usually Druids. She’d read about them from Celtic history and folklore, and they were particularly fond of sacrifices. Sacrifices just like the ones occurring around town. And what did Deaton do but provide them - a wolf pack - with advice?

“All these symbols and things - the triskeles, the bank logo, the mountain ash - all of it is from the Celtic Druids. And anyone who has ever looked up ‘human sacrifice’ before knows that the Druids had a pretty big hard-on when it came to giving one up to the gods.” The boy continued, and whilst Zaida wrinkled her nose at his choice of words, she was listening intently. “You ever hear of the Lindow man? Two-thousand-year-old body found in England? He was found strangled, head bashed in, throat cut - three-fold death. They also found pollen grains in his stomach. Guess what favourite Druid plant that was?”

“Mistletoe.” Deaton let out a heavy sigh. Zaida stood back, watching the interaction with keen eyes. This side of Stiles was incredibly attractive. She could watch him stand there and speak about information he’d put together and links he’d made until the cows came home and then some. But this feeling was new. She’d always thought Stiles was beautiful, but when he was like this? God, he was hot.

“I'm just telling you everything you already know, aren't I?” Stiles asked, though it seemed like it had been exactly what he’d expected from the man. Did he seriously suspect it was Deaton going around committing these murders? Deaton? The calm-spoken man who had helped them so much? “Then why aren't you telling us???”

“Maybe because when you've spent every moment of the last ten years trying to push something away - denying it, lying about it - it becomes a pretty powerful habit,” Deaton admitted that he was what they now both suspected him to be. A Druid. But was he the Druid they were looking for? Zaida truly didn’t think so. She trusted this man.

“All right, so this guy...is he a Druid?” Stiles questioned.

“We don’t know that it is a guy,” Zaida interjected, not wanting to cut off any demographic of suspects just yet.

“To answer your question, no. It's someone copying a centuries-old practice of a people who should have known better. Do you know what the word ‘Druid’ means in Gaelic?” Deaton leaned forward, looking at them closely. “‘Wise oak’. The Celtic Druids were close to nature. They believed they kept it in balance. They were philosophers and scholars - they weren't serial killers.”

“Yeah, well, this one is.” Stiles insisted, but their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the ringtone of Zaida’s phone. The opening lines to Keri Hilson’s ‘ Pretty Girl Rock ’ blared from the tiny phone speakers as she pulled the device out of her pocket and held it up to her ear, answering Lydia’s call.

“Hey, I can’t really talk right now. Can I call you back later?” She smiled apologetically at Deaton, then paused when she heard what the girl on the other end of the line was saying. “Wait, what ? Yeah, are you sure he's missing? Okay, we’ll meet you there.”

“What happened?” Stiles’ brows furrowed curiously.

“The music teacher’s been taken,” Zaida explained with worry in her hazel eyes.

“Oh, we gotta go.” Stiles nodded with an urgency in his tone.

“I’ll come with you. I’d like to see this for myself.” The doctor’s typically serene features even morphed into a concerned expression at this news, and Zaida knew it meant they were in deep shit.

[melliefox17]

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[snnydcys-archive]

stiles stilinski | @foolsthatdream​

it was definitely years in the making. who knew that lydia martin would fall in love with none other than stiles stilinski himself? but it was the happiest she has ever been. and now here they were on their very first date. normally the banshi would scowl at the thought of this cliché date, but there was a first time for everything. watching as little kids would run by and other couples attending for their own date, she turned on her heels to face the much taller male, “is this your way of taking me on a date to pull some cliché stunts like holding me from behind while i swing?” if she were being honest, she wouldn’t mind that at all.

[uncxmfortablynumb]

meme tag // @teufelbcy​ said:  [ wound ] my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten (for your Stiles from my Scott)

“  oh, god... ” stiles’ eyes flickered away, only to move back immediately, his face scrunched in a look of horror and disgust;  but like a murder scene, he just couldn’t look away - no matter how much the sight of blood made his stomach turn.  “ it’s gonna heal, right?  ” he quickly pressed the wet cloth back to the gash, carefully wiping the drying blood from scott’s skin.

he peeled the cloth back again, wincing at the gaping wound. was it already looking better? he couldn’t tell - all he could focus on was the crimson spotting the warm cloth in his hand.   “  scott, buddy, i don’t know how to tell you this, but im pretty sure you’re probably gonna die, man.  what even happened?! ” 

[cottoncandysoul]

text | sterek

Stiles: I don't even know if this number still works anymore, but figured why the hell not, let's try it.

Stiles: You still there?

[pickpetals]

@appleyed, good morning, kiss my muse the morning after.

the yellow rays of the sun are shining through the gap of the curtains, shining against the back of his closed lids and turning the blackness into an interruptive glow. he feels the bare skin from where his arm is slumped over annie's waist, fingers twitching to life to rub gently in the same place on her hip that was gripped with a bruising strength the night before. pupils don't make an appearance until the mattress shifts underneath the movement of weight and his lips are invaded with the soft kiss that is planted on them, a sleepy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ❝ good morning to you too, ❞ he says once it concludes, squinting against the unwelcomed sun and rolling closer to her. hand is brought upwards to tangle her hair, catching her mouth in another kiss that is more intense than the innocent one that was offered to him. ❝ gross, morning breath. ❞

[pickpetals-shadowed]

RECEIVED      →      NUDGE:      muse a nudges muse b.      /      @coyotie​​

                    stiles’ attention is running uncontrollably rampant,    currently busying itself with piecing together logic hanging by many unwoven threads.          he loves his job      –––––      there are rules to follow and everything is    DIRECT AND CONCISE,    while still having the opportunity to employ his imagination and his problem - solving skills.          in other words,    it’s been a while since he hasn’t explicitly known how to handle a situation.          his aforementioned attentiveness shifts back to malia when what feels like her elbow shoves into the side of his arm,    his eyes traveling back to her.                    ❝      sorry.          i just      –––––      wow.          i wasn’t expecting...      ❞                    he abandons his train of thought and shakes his head,    wrapping his arms around her in an overdue embrace.                    ❝      this is gonna sound really crazy,      ❞                    he begins as he releases her,    his hand rubbing at the back of his neck while he releases a held exhale that’s laced with a short chuckle.                    ❝      i was put on the job with a few other agents to find the person who interfered with our case      –––––      shit,    i shouldn’t be saying that.          STILL NEW AT THIS.          but yeah,    it led me here.          by the way,    hi      –––––      which obviously isn’t right and    depressingly shows that i’m more inexperienced than i thought.      ❞

[erosxreader]

Oɴᴇ Sᴛᴇᴘ Aʜᴇᴀᴅ || Sᴛɪʟᴇs Sᴛɪʟɪɴsᴋɪ

☞︎ Y/N and Stiles have always been rivals. Then when both Y/N and Scott become werewolves, it makes all of their lives much more complicated. And makes things between Y/N and Stiles interesting to say the least. 

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Werewolf!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: Based on Season 1 Episode 7 when they all get trapped in the school overnight. Tension??

Author’s Note: For my own sanity, we will pretend that werewolf hearing is selective. Also I refused to let call the Alpha Derek because fuck them, he was on their side. I am thinking of making this a series! 

Running from him became impossible. They attempted to conceal their shallow breaths as their steps shattered the silence of the hallways. The eeriness of Beacon Hills High School almost seemed to be mocking Y/N’s attempts to escape. They raced up the stairs in an attempt to find statuary. 

Yet all they were greeted with was the silhouette of one Stiles Stilinski. If his bat didn’t give him away, his buzz cut and annoyed expression made him unmistakable.

“Y/N?” He shrieked. “What are you even doing here? Don’t you know HE is here?”

They didn’t give him a chance to explain before grabbing him by the arm and running through the second floor halls.

“I never would have guessed by the blood scattered across the building. Thanks for the heads up though Stilinski” They retorted and slung him across the corner. The Alpha’s stomps only seemed to be getting louder. Y/N’s heart was pounding as they attempted to keep a level-head. They looked over at Stiles who had a mirroring look.

“Stop stop”  Stiles grabbed their arm and pointed at the principal's office. “In here” He whispered as he shoved them inside. Y/N quickly locked the door and began to push the principal’s desk against it. Stiles stuttered in protest. 

“Nice job Einstein, now you’ve blocked our only out.” Stiles threw his hands up in exasperation. Y/N scoffed. “Next time, I’m just gonna leave you for dead” 

Even if they were reluctant to agree, Stiles was right. The Principal’s office had no windows or other exits.

They were trapped. 

Stiles tsked and crossed his arms. “Depending on how long it takes for the alpha to leave, we might be here all night so if you could quick the attitude for 10 seconds maybe we’ll just make it through” 

Y/N rolled their eyes and pressed their head towards the wall. They attempted to center their mind to the building, and more importantly to sounds circling them. They could hear the fearful sound of Allison's voice on the third floor, arguing with Scott. The raspy panting from the monster below them. And more importantly they could hear Stiles’ frantic heartbeat. 

“Do you think I could take him?” They whispered towards Stiles, keeping their eyes trained on the door. His body stood behind them.

“Yeah totally, just go outside and have a nice chat with him.” They felt Stiles’ whisper creep up beside their ear. His mockery didn’t stop there. He feigned a gasp. “You think that maybe if you’re nice enough he’ll take you out for dinner after this? Now that you mention it I am kinda hung-” Y/N’s eyes widen and they threw their hand over his mouth, pressing his full body against the wall. 

Behind them, Y/N could hear the trampling of lockers doors. Y/N froze in place, their eyes roaming from the door, back to Stiles. He remained quiet, listening to the thunderous steps from the beast just outside their door. His chest rose and fell, his hands were fidgeting on his side. Instead of protesting the closeness, he stood still and kept his mouth shut, looking at Y/N for permission to speak.

Y/N listened to the footsteps distanced from the principal's office. They let out a relieved sigh and removed their hand from him. They took a step back, to give them both room to breathe. Stiles wiped his mouth, staring at his hand in disbelief. He was almost offended by their actions. He kept his eyes trained on Y/N. Every word that came out of their mouth seemed to send him into a frenzy.  

Y/N’s brows furrowed as they let out a scoff. “A thank you would be nice.”  

“Is that the best you can do?”, he pulls his body off the wall, “Answer my question”

He strided over to Y/N, his eyes focused on theirs. Y/N attempted to maintain a space between them but ended being cornered into a seat beside the desk. Stiles’ pointed at the seat and Y/N found themselves listening to him. They sat down obediently and Stiles placed his hands on the arm rest. Y/N kept their eyes trained on his chest as his body loomed above them. 

“All you ever do is sit there, look breathtaking and manage to piss me off without saying a single word. Every single insufferable day always has you in the fucking middle of it” Y/N attempted to speak, but Stiles was quicker. 

“I’m not done yet.” He scolded. “The worst part? You never play fair. You push and push until the one thing I want to do is hit you but of course I would never do that but fuck, you make this.” He bent down closer, his face flushed in anger. “You make things so..frustrating.” 

“You make everything around you so difficult. And you know what? And I won’t tolerate it.” He licked his lips, leaning his head down. His face pressed against Y/N’s in a desperate attempt to establish dominance. “Y/N I can’t stand you.” He nodded his head to add emphasis. 

Y/N took a deep breath, their eyes fluttering shut. They couldn’t hear the alpha outside anymore. Nor could they hear Allison or Scott. Their mind was flooded with the rapid clanking of Stiles’ heartbeat. They rose their eyebrow and their tongue grazed against their teeth in amusement. They could have let him have this pathetic pride. Let him finally establish his own fictional self respect. 

Their eyes lazily roamed his figure before looking up at him. They licked their lips in anticipation and swayed closer to his face. They allowed themselves the freedom of their close proximity, and grazed their lips across his. The sensation made their skin hot. There was nothing more addicting than his inconsistent intrigue in Y/N. They watched as Stiles’ eyes fluttered shut. 

“If that’s true, then why the fuck” they whispered into his mouth. “Are you enjoying me this much?” 

There was nothing more pleasurable than being one step ahead of him.

[writingsbychlo]

you know what??? the more i think about it, the more i think that whole ‘the most unrealistic thing about teen wolf is that nobody wanted to date stiles’ thing is bullshit. now you’re sitting there thinking ‘why is it bullshit, chloe?? tell us.’ and i fucking will. 

here’s why.

lets start right at the very first episode. who was that girl chatting to scott and stiles at the lockers? whoever she was, she seemed nice, and she was just talking to them of her own volition in her free time, and she was interested int he conversation, before stiles basically says that line of ‘beautiful people herd together’ or however it goes, and basically called this chick ugly. nice going stiles, she was trying to be nice.

second point up is erica. erica was a sweetie pie, who outright told stiles she had a crush on him, she told stiles she was into him, and he never even gave her a second glance, because she wasn’t pretty enough for him before she had her wolfy-makeover. she literally states that they would have been way more perfect together, she knows all the sci-fi dramas, she wanted stiles the way he was, and she had a heart of gold that just got messed up.

then we have heather, who was hot, lets be honest, and was thinking to herself ‘who do I not want to date, but would definitely be happy to look back on and know that I lost my virginity to? ding ding ding, stiles stilinski!’ and she was putting that plan into motion! she didn’t want to date him, admittedly, but she found him attractive enough to have sex with. sex for the first time, it’s a big deal, she would never forget it and that it was with stiles and she was more than happy with that.

then there was caitlyn (caitlin? katelyn? kaitlyn? kaitlin?) at the party. staright up kissed him, danced with him even though he was being goofy, was clearly into him before he ran off. yet another example of someone who was attracted to stiles stilinski, and probably would have dated him. 

then there’s malia. she was hot as fuck. tall, in shape, cutie pie, independent, bad ass, legs that go right up, she pretty much had the full package. I know they didn’t work out, and you’re probably thinking ‘chloe what about all that anchor bullshit stiles was just her first connection blahhh’ okay but might I counter that with she still fucked him many many many times, they had some real love at one point, and that shit lasted for a while, even after malia had adjusted and could literally have had any guy she wanted, she still wanted stiles.

then, of course, we all know about lydia but she didn’t have feeling for him until he’d blatantly saved her life a couple of times and I am absolutely not getting into the whole thing of lydia only wanting stiles because of the hero-complex surrounding him in her eyes, we aren’t even discussing it, those are just facts.

so, to conclude, many people wanted stiles. many. okay? and that is just the girls. I bet danny wanted him too, jackson probably thought about it, there’s more, I am not getting into it. 

point is; loads of people wanted stiles but he was too busy gawping at lydia and setting up high standards to even notice any of the other gals (or guys!) that really liked him for him. 

[justmefangirlingoverbuddie]

TV Quiz Questions:

Choose 4 6 of your favourite TV Shows: You should try this out too...

1. Sherlock

2. Teen Wolf

3. Nancy Drew

4. Supernatural

5. Wizards of Waverley Place

6. The Originals

The first character I fell in love with:

Sherlock Holmes

Stiles Stilinski

Nancy Drew

Dean Winchester

Alex Russo

Klaus Mikaelsson

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:

Mycroft Holmes

Derek Hale (I was really suspicious in the beginning but now he is one of my fave characters)

Ace

Castiel (I LOVE HIM SOO MUCH)

Justin Russo

Freya Mikaelson (I was worried she would be evil at first)

The character everyone else loves that I hate:

Mary Morsten (John deserved better from the beginning)

Cora was kind of annoying

I don't have one .. yet

I think some people agree with me - Mary Winchester

I don’t have one

I don’t hate him but Vincent could be so frustrating

The character everyone else hates that I love:

I don’t have one

Deucalion turned out to be pretty good character - even as a villain

I actually really like Amanda Bobbsey - she’s so sweet. (I just don’t want her as Ace’s girlfriend)

Lucifer - He’s just misunderstood (lots of people agree to with me to)

I don’t have one

I actually wanted Finn Mikaelson to come back

The character I would have sex with:

Sherlock is hot

All the guys on teen wolf- Stiles, Derek, Scott, Isaac, Theo, Liam …..

Ace - I know he would be so sweet

Dean Winchester and Castiel are at the top of my list but if I was being real … all of them

None but only cause I think of them as eternally young

All the Mikaelson men and Marcel and Jackson but first things first Klaus

Who are your five favourite characters (In order):

Sherlock, John, Mycroft, Mrs Hudson, Lestrade

Stiles, Scott, Derek, Coach, Lydia

The Drew Crew- Nancy , Ace, George, Bess, Nick (In order)

Dean, Castiel, Sam, Crowley, Bobby

Alex, Harper, Justin, Max, Jerry

Klaus, Rebekah, Elijah, Freya, Hayley, Kol

Favourite minor character:

Mycroft (does he count?)

Coach - THE FUNNIEST GUY EVER and all of the parents

Ryan Hudson- I want to see his relationship with Nancy grow

Charlie- I miss her so much

Mr Laritate

Hope Mikaelson

A pairing that you love (Romantic and Non- Romantic):

I love Sherlock and John but I really want more Sherlock and Mycroft (the brothers are so cute)

Stiles and Derek- They are hilarious!!!

Ace and Nancy - Nace supremacy

Sam and Dean are the centre of everything but I love Dean and Cas too

Alex and Harper- the besties

Klaus and Hope - he loves her unconditionally

Favourite season:

Sherlock- Season 3

Teen Wolf- Season 3

Nancy Drew- Season 2

Supernatural- Season 4 and 5

Wizards of Waverly Place- Season 4

The Originals - Season 1

Favourite episode:

Season 3 episode 1 - The Empty House

Season 3 episode 18 - Riddled

Season 1 episode 17 - The Girl in the Locket

Season 4 episode 18 - The Monster at the End of This Book

Season 4 episode 21 - Wizards of Apartment 13B

Season 1 episode 21 - From a Cradle to a Grave

Character you would kill off:

Molly - its not that I don’t love her but she’s not essential to the story

Baeden - Sterek needs to happen

Carson Drew - It would be interesting to see how Nancy would handle losing both of her parents

Sam and Dean should have been together in death and life

Professor Krumbs - It would parallel the Harry Potter series with Dumbledore

Marcel should have died for a short time and then resurrected - Klaus would realise how much he loved him

The character that I think the show ruined:

John Watson - He wasn’t ruined AT ALL but he was less impressed by Sherlock as the seasons went on

Kira Yukimura- She deserved better

Nick (Ned Nickerson) - only because he’s really different to his book counterpart but I don’t hate him

Crowley - He didn’t deserve to die at all

Mason - I don’t think it was in character for him to ‘cheat’ on Alex - he loved her

Hope Mikaelson - she contributed to the death of her mother

The most attractive male and female character:

Male: Shelock Female: None (I don’t remember)

Male: Derek Hale Female: Lydia Martin

Male: Ace Female: Bess Marvin

Male: Dean Winchester Female: Bella

Male: Mason Female: Alex Russo

Male: Klaus Mikaelson Female: Hayley Marshall

The character death that was the worst for me:

Sherlock’s fake death - John crying was heartbreaking

Allison Argent - she died in the arms of the man she loved and her dad was devastated

Lucy Sable - she killed herself because of extreme bullying and never got to meet her daughter

The first death of Sam - Dean’s speech made me cry soo much

No one died - that I remember

Klaus and Elijah- They died together

The character that is the most like me:

Molly - I am an awkward fangirl of Sherlock too

I don’t think I am similar to any but Id love to be as charming as Stiles and as brave as Scott and smart as Lydia

I’m not like any of the characters but I think I relate most to George- I too have many younger siblings.

Castiel and I are both awkward AF and I don’t understand enough pop culture references

Alex and I are both lazy AF

I have a temper that could rival that of Klaus

The characters that deserved better:

All of them deserve the world but I think Mycroft deserves better

Stiles and Derek deserve to be happy together

Nancy deserves better. She should be happy with Ace and not have to deal with her dad lying and the Hudsons

All of the characters deserve to be happy on Supernatural - They deserve the world, Dean , Sam and Castiel

Max should have got to keep his magic and be happy with his siblings

All of the Mikaelsons deserved to live happily - Klaus should have gotten to raise his daughter

My four least favorite characters, past or present:

Moriarty (I loved to hate him), Sargent Sally Donavan, Mary

Erica, Mr Lahey , Kali , Meredith Walker

Gil Bobbsey (he’s so manipulative), Everrett Hudosn, Ceila Hudson, Diana Marvin

Metatron, God, Samuel Campbell, Mary Winchester

Gigi, Stevie, Hugh Normous, Gorog

Esther, Mikael, Dhalia, Aurora de Martel

A character I’m indifferent about:

Anderson - he felt remorseful after thinking that Sherlock was dead

Kira - Her character was good but I dint love her

Bess - she can be a little shallow at times

Meg- her voice annoyed me sometimes but she loved Cas

Professor Krumbs could be little mean

Sometimes I loved her and other I hated her but in the end I think she is a strong female character

A ship I’ve never been able to get into/ shouldn’t have happened:

John and Mary - She wasn’t a great wife

Derek and Baeden- I didn’t see any chemistry at all

Nick and Nancy - Even they are endgame in the books, they didn’t have any chemistry on screen

Sam and Ruby - Mostly cause she was really sus from the beginning

Justin and Rosie - He was better with Juliet

Hope and Roman - He used her and that’s horrible on such a young girl

A ship I’ve never been able to get over:

Sherlock and John whether it be friends are lovers - they are supreme

Stiles and Derek- Even though its not canon its the best ship on the show

Nancy and Ace- They haven’t gotten together yet but I love the angst

Cas and Dean whether it be friends are lovers - they are supreme

Alex and Mason - those 2 were cute

Rebekah and Marcel- It took so long for them to be together but they finally got there

A cute, low-key ship:

Sherlock and Mycroft (not romantically- ew) as the best of brothers

Scott and Alison were so soft

Nick and George are cute- they are healthy and communicate really well

Sam and Elieen

Justin and Juliet - those nerdy cuties

Davina and Kol

My favourite storyline/moment:

Sherlock tells John he is alive - that was shocking

Dark Stiles - Nigutsune

Nancy finding about her true heritage and talking to Ryan and Nace

Cas saves Dean and becomes a part of the rest of the show

Alex erases herself and her brothers in the movie

All Klaus and Hope scenes

A storyline that never should have been written:

Sherlock’s long lost sister

The whole of season 6b

The death of Owen Marvin - he didn’t deserve to die.

Dean’s final death and Sam having to live without him

Alex and Justin accidentally turn Max int a girl

The death of Klaus, Elijah and Hayley in the final season just because of legacies

[snnydcys-archive]

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being practically adopted into scott’s pack, arya spent most of her days either training with scott or hanging out with the rest. the girl was rather friendly and maybe a little hyper, but she couldn’t help it. it was in her nature. spotting stiles, an excited grin took over and her eyes glowed into the golden hue before going back to normal. tip toeing as quietly as she could, she got close before jumping on his back, “sup nerd!!” arya called out in surprise with a laugh, “i scared you, didn’t i!?”