#Muse: Stiles Stilinski

[lingeringscars]

Scott and stiles conflict in season 5 is one of my favorite conflicts in the show because there are so many things that could have made it obsolete. The episode where they have that blowout where stiles begs scott (who has been struggling with trust all season) to believe him being called lies of omission is so so excellent. Stiles kept lying about being okay, pushing away the shoulder pain. Stiles didn't tell scott ( and reasonably so!!!! He went through something major and did not need to confide, especially with everything going on, especially when he knew scott was going to say you can't kill the people you're trying to save! ) and scott of course was not receptive to learning about it NOW. Of course he wouldn't believe stiles when stiles didn't tell him. Someone else did.

And quite frankly...stiles back in s1 threw lacrosse balls at scott because he was mad at him for kissing lydia. And after the nogitsune, scott has very real images of stiles' body committing atrocious acts. It gets brushed over, unfortunately, but stiles has that quote to malia about control being overrated where he talks about how he wanted and LIKED the power he felt from the nogitsune.

Theo is also a genius who is able to give just enough that he can pull all the strings without anyone noticing but that's not the point of this post. The cracks were there. The fragments were there. Their relationship was in danger.

I live for it thank you very much.

[mythic-rose]

❝ — "I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until it just goes away."

rose's 100 favorite fictional muses — 1/100: Stiles Stilinski

Documenting every fictional crush I've ever had (that I can recall) because I've been super into character aesthetics right now.

Inspired, in part, by this.

[teencopandthesourwolf]

*Sunday afternoon. No crises. Hale pack 2.0 playing baseball down on the preserve*

Erica to Derek: Omg you really need to tap that harder.

Derek: Huh? Did you somehow manage to miss me scoring that home run just now?

Erica: *rolls her eyes* I'm not talking about the ball, Babe Ruth.

Stiles: *runs past them both, reeking of horny*

Erica: I was talking about that.

Derek: *turns the same shade of red as the flash of his alpha eyes*

Derek, shouting: GAME SUSPENDED! EVERYONE GO HOME!

Scott, muttering quietly: Oh God, please, please just wait until we're out of earshot this time...

The rest of the pack: *tutting unhappily* Awww, Stiles!

Stiles: *throws his hands up in the air* What? What I do?!

[novasillies]

he is my muse.

[infinityyrp]

Muse List: Teen wolf 🐺

☆Sundina Gloriana Deaton-Villanueva (TW/BTVS/shadowhunters OC)

☆Mieczyslaw 'Stiles' Stilinski

☆Isaac Lahey

☆Kira Yukimura

☆Malia Hale

☆Vernon Boyd

☆Romeo Bennett (TW/TVD OC)

RULES and what I'm looking for:

☆Always looking for partners.☆

•25+ MDNI.

•All Muses 21+, mature and dark themes will be present. Looking for MXF or FxF Roleplays, with me in the F role for mxf: I NO LONGER DOUBLE UP! I PREFER THE FEMALE ROLE DUE TO UNFORTUNATE EVENTS OF PARTNERS NOT BEING EQUAL AND TAKING ADVANTAGE OF ME AND MY MALE MUSES.

☆My Muse for my OC is always high: Replies, posts, and starters for her will be rapid fire. Medium-high activity.

♧My Muse for my cannon characters vary: so that means replies, posts, and starters for them will vary. Medium-Low activity.

•Looking for a partner to play as Derek Hale and Scott McCall: I am okay with Genderbent!F Muses for them as well! (If you need ideas for FC's I have a few in mind.) Please actually enjoy it and want to play them as well. It's not fun for anyone if both parties don't enjoy it.

•Looking for Clark Kent from Superman and Lois:

•Looking for a Faith Lehane from BTVS: My main OC has a slayer verse. She was a potential slayer (unfound) and when Willow did the slayer awakening spell, she arose to the occasion.

•Looking for Tasha Williams from The L word: But make it supernatural

•Looking for Angel Reyes from The Mayans: But make it supernatural.

•Looking for Ricky Underwood from SLOTAT: but make it supernatural.

•Looking for Jace Wayland from Shadowhunters: Post series.

•Looking for Zade Meadows from Haunting Adeline:

•Looking for Zeke Landon from manifest: But make it supernatural.

•Looking for all other cannon characters for platonic interactions— potential romance:

•No guarantee on interactions: just because you send a starter to me or reply to one of my open starters, does not mean I will reply to you. I will kindly decline a roleplay if I don't vibe with your style. I will never ignore you though, that's very rude and disrespectful. You will get nothing but kindness from me and I expect the same in return.

•Semi-selective.

•NOT GHOST FRIENDLY: Please be an adult and communicate the issue so we can either change things up or part ways respectfully.

•Mun is 29 almost 30: I am an adult and want to be treated as such. Drama will not be tolerated, if you can't respect me, you will get blocked.

•This blog is for entertainment purposes only: It's purely fiction and is supposed to be fun. I'm not here to fulfill some fantasy that you have, I am married and a mom and write for the storylines. Nothing more.

•No god-modding.

•Respect my limits and triggers and I'll respect yours:

No rape, pedophilia, blood incest, heavy mentions of abuse, heavy mentions of death, extreme gore, and bathroom play. Those are my HARD no's.

•My preferred method of roleplay is on Discord. My UN is: infinityyrp

TUPPERBOX IS A REQUIREMENT.

•I will roleplay here if need be.

•I prefer the female role, with the exception of my side/background male cannon characters.

•I will not accept anything less than a paragraph: Though my motto is always quality over quantity.

•I enjoy text style roleplays from time to time: Especially when things get busy for me/us.

•50\50 smut and story: Fluff will be kept at a minimum. I enjoy drama of all kinds(cheating, love triangles, double life, pregnancies, one night stands.) The list goes on. If that's not your cup of tea, then I'm not the partner for you.

•please be POC friendly: my main OC is a woman of color— Alan Deatons daughter.

•lgbtq+ friendly.

•I give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but I do have the right to decline a roleplay, just as you do.

•Communicate effectively.

•Please be consistent: Consistency is key in my book. If I'm waiting days for a reply (without communication), I lose interest. I understand life happens, I have a job m-f, but I also know most of us have our phones on us at all times, and it literally takes 2 minutes to send a message explaining your absence.

•Please be willing to talk ooc and be enthusiastic about our stories: I like to make Playlists and plot and talk about our ships and be friends outside of the roleplay.

•Most important, have fun!

•Open starters will be in the comments: DM me about which one you like and I'll tag you in a starter on the TL or we can make a server on discord and go from there!

•You can add me on discord and message me anytime.

•My DMs are open for discussing potential partnership/plots.

•Kink friendly: Will discuss privately

•Taboo friendly: will discuss privately.

Are we besties yet?😉

Send an Emoji when you DM me to let me know you've read and understand my preferences and rules:

Thank you for your time! ❤️

[thebigoblin]

play stupid games

tags: Established Relationship, Alpha Derek Hale, Attempt at Humor, Cheesy, Fluff, Derek Hale is a Softie, Implied Sexual Content

a/n: inspired by a reel on instagram. and the title is from Taylor's song "Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince."

read on ao3

The tabs opened on his chrome browser make no sense. Not one bit. But he supposes that's just a representation of his own mind, and his morbid curiosity, and whose fault is that, really? No one's. Perhaps his mom's — but no more than it's his dad's to have given him his obsession with everything non-sensical. His dad just has to find patterns, and really, maybe his entire problem is that he is the combination of two very weirdly specific people.

What was he working on, again?

He squints at the tabs. There's too many of them, the edges stuck together so close it's like one long continuous tab instead, but he can see the lines between them, even if deciphering which tab is what is proving difficult. He could have used separate windows, but oh no, all sane ideas come to him after things are said and done.

Seriously, what was he working on?

"What are you working on?"

"What the fuck!"

The sound of another person in the room, so close to his ear, hot breath on the left side of his neck, has him jumping and flailing on his desk chair.

Rough and familiar hands grab him so that he doesn't brain himself against the floor by falling right off the chair, and he curses, because this is his life.

Once he's sitting straight, he glares up at the smirking asshole beside him. "Fuck you," he says, with feeling. "I'm giving you a bell for Christmas!"

Derek's lips tick upwards, like ha ha, that's funny. Funny that Stiles thinks he could get away with that. "My birthday gift has to be something good, then."

"I'll show a good gift!"

"That's what I am saying, Stiles."

"Ugh, you're fucking annoying." He's still glaring up at Derek, the angle not kind to his neck, so he looks back down at the screen. Derek just moves closer, a line of heat against his side that has Stiles' anger nearly melting off, but no! He'll persist.

Distraction. Yes. That is what he needs, so he clicks his mouse rather aggressively and moves the arrow to one of the tabs randomly. The title of it hovers over the tab as he does so, and Stiles wonders what could have prompted him to look at a YouTube video of making a DIY skirt from old clothes.

"You would look good in a short red skirt." Derek says this right into his left ear, his lips moving along his skin, from the top of his ear to the bottom of it, and because he's obnoxious, Derek bites his earlobe, too.

"Go away!" He slaps at Derek's chest, but his boyfriend only laughs at his half-hearted attempts. "Nuh uh, you're distracting me and I- I have work!"

"What work?"

Stiles doesn't really remember.

"You forgot, didn't you?" Derek just laughs some more, his hands wrapping around Stiles' shoulders, and Stiles pouts. "Search something for me."

"You have your own smartphone and internet, Distractingwolf!"

"But I also have you," Derek states this, a smile in his voice, and hey, it's true.

Stiles rolls his eyes and mutters, "Sap," before asking, "What?"

"I want to check something, but there's a condition."

Stiles cocks his eyebrow, just like Derek does. He's been spending too much time with Derek, and it's because of shit like this: Derek likes to climb the side of the Sheriff's house, get inside the Sheriff's barely-legal son's bedroom, and spend time either glaring at Stiles, pushing him onto surfaces like the door and walls and the bed and kissing him, or making him do random internet searches that 99% of the time happens to be information of a new supernatural creature they have to deal with.

Point is, Stiles has been spending too much time with Derek, and he loves it a fucking lot.

"Condition, huh? You getting kinky on me, Sourwolf?"

Derek moves around his chair so that his bulging biceps and sexy, veiny arms — that he knows are there below the leather jacket and the henley because he's seen his boyfriend shirtless, even if unfortunately they haven't wandered down to pantless situations — brackets him between the desk and the chair. The movement also pushes his chair further towards the desk, just a little, and Derek's chin rests on top of Stiles' hair.

"Maybe." Stiles' whole body shivers at the thought of it. They haven't had sex, but Stiles yaps about it, thinks about it often. Wants to take Derek in his mouth, wants Derek to have his way with him. He wants, and wishes, for Derek to be inside him — pound him so hard he forgets what life is, just for a moment or two or more. He's seen the alpha strength, and it's too much. Perfect. "Stiles."

"You can't blame a guy for wanting to have sex with his hot werewolf boyfriend," he retorts, huffing at the reprimand. "I can wait until you are ready, and I will, but I can think about it, can't I?"

Derek doesn't answer him, just puts his hand over Stiles' on the mouse and moves it the way he likes it. Stiles wants to be that, a ragdoll under Derek's ministrations, and nope, he can't pop a boner right now. He wants sex, but he respects Derek. But he's also a healthy ninetenn-year-old young man, and there goes his dick in his sweatpants, chubbing up like a balloon being filled with air.

Derek opens up a new window and goes to Google, his free hand coming to rest on Stiles' thigh. Stiles' breath hitches.

"Stiles," Derek's voice is low, his sex-voice. They've never done handjobs, or blowjobs, or any real dick-on-dick or hand-on-dick or mouth-on-dick action, but they have done phone sex, and about 50% of Stiles' brain, at this point, is filled with how Derek sounds when he's turned on, commanding. Close to coming, post-pleasure. Stiles knows this voice, too.

"You don't have to do anything you're not ready to," Stiles says, and he means it. Derek's head dips down and he kisses Stiles on the neck, a silent acknowledgement — Derek knows Stiles won't force him. It's okay.

"You always say 'hot werewolf boyfriend.' Not just 'hot boyfriend.' Why."

"Inflection, alpha, that's a thing." Derek pinches his thigh, and Stiles lets out a small sound at the sudden action, then grins. "You are a hot werewolf." He turns his head, pulls with his own free hand, his left hand, the one not trapped beneath Derek's on the mouse, and has Derek's head turn towards him. He kisses him, sure once, sure twice, and third time just because. Derek's eyes are intense on him as he pulls back. "I like all of you. I'd shout it out of the rooftops of all the buildings in the town if I was allowed to, Derek."

Derek smiles, and Stiles' heart beats triple time in his chest, which suddenly feels too small for everything Derek makes him feel.

They stare at one another for one more moment, and then they turn towards the screen, the cursor having moved on the screen, evidently because of their absent grip on the mouse. Derek takes his hand back and Stiles misses the warmth, but he dutifully leans forward to type in Derek's enquiry of the evening.

"Stiles, kiss me if I'm wrong, but Dinosaurs still exist, right?"

Stiles' hand spams on top of the keyboard.

He waits for the punchline to come.

When it doesn't, he gets up, turns, flails at his dork of a boyfriend, who is grinning at him, cocky and full of shit, and punches him in the chest.

"I take it back. I don't want anybody to know you belong to me. Fuck you, Derek Hale."

"Actually, I asked for a kiss, and only on the condition that I'm wrong."

"Oh, you're so, so wrong, you jerk, and you're gonna pay for it."

Stiles has now pulled the uno reverse card and boxed in Derek against his bed. Derek cocks his eyebrow at him. "Oh?"

"Yeah, oh. You're gonna kiss me, like, a 1000 times! That was the worst pick up line ever, what the fuck, who is teaching you these things?!"

Stiles pushes Derek onto his bed and starts peppering kisses on Derek's forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, and of course, his lips. After a while, Derek flips them over, and they cuddle, and then they lazily make-out until their lips are swollen and red.

Derek is asleep after that, and thank god for his dad's out of town police conference, and Stiles falls asleep, too.

And that's how Stiles completely forgets about his presentation due on Monday, which is a day after.

(Derek helps him with it, and they spend the whole of Sunday making out, cuddling, and trying to out-do each other with worse and worse pick-up lines. Derek wins, because apparently he is the king of those, and Stiles just falls in deeper, his chest feels even smaller, and his feelings for Derek just seem like something he can't possibly have, too precious and important and so, so much).

[kaitlinamberxo]

“I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite fictional muses — 94/100: Stiles Stilinski

[agent-m-stilinski]

FBI Agent Stiles Stilinski returning to Beacon Hills rp, open to anyone.

Keeping a balance after officially becoming an FBI agent had its difficulties. Stiles wanted to strive for success and make a name for himself. Or rather, gain security he can use to keep his father and friends safe. It meant putting in the work and dealing with the cruelty and insanity of the human world.

That didn't mean he wasn't also keeping tabs on the supernatural angles other agents were forced to dismiss.

A new file made its way to his desk that was going to head toward a box in some warehouse and considered a cold case. The clues weren't enough to go much deeper...because it wasn't humanly possible to reach a logical conclusion. Stiles read between the lines and knew it a supernatural creature. He asked his leader if he could take some days to follow some hunches. Stiles has managed enough success with his weird way of thinking that his boss agreed on a limited time frame. If Stiles didn't bring anything new, he would be assigned to a new case.

Stiles agreed. The reason he wanted to dive deeper into this case was because it was far too close to Beacon Hills. And if it nearly had the FBI's attention, then some of his friends were too close and needed a heads up.

He didn't want to worry his dad, so he pulled out his phone and called someone else.

"Hey...it's me. A case landed on my desk, so I'll be back in town to follow up on some leads...can I crash on your couch for a day or two?"

[derpylittlenico]

Little Red & his Big Bad Wolf

favorite teen wolf otps & ot3s: Steter

[dcrkcrwns]

✧˚ · . this is who i'd cast for teen wolf if it came out today

↳ michael cimino as scott mccall

↳ anthony turpel as stiles stilinski

↳ brandon larracuente as derek hale

↳ tanner buchanan as isaac lahey

↳ zack nelson as jackson whittemore

↳ alex aiono as danny mahealani

↳ kedar williams-stirling as vernon boyd

↳ patrick wilson as sheriff noah stilinski

↳ chris evans as peter hale

↳ pedro pascal as chris argent

the alpha pack

↳ frank grillo as deucalion

↳ rainer dawn as ethan

↳ rainer dawn as aiden

↳ joe manganiello as ennis

[realityescapee01]

Just Ask

Steo | Stiles x Theo

Theo made it known to Stiles that he likes him. He didn't say how much, but he did say he would look out for Stiles. No matter what. Theo would kill for Stiles.

Well, he did kill quite a few already to gain the human's trust. But he still held back just how much. Because if Stiles knew, he would know how much power he actually has over Theo. He would do anything. Anything. For Stiles. All Stiles had to do is ask.

Unknown to Theo, Stiles feels the same. When he got back from the Hunt, Stiles' perception of Theo changed.

Actually, even way before the Hunt. Stiles had liked Theo. Who wouldn't? The chimera looks real fine and smart too. Smart enough to fool everyone.

Smart enough to coax Stiles to say how he actually felt when he killed Donovan.

Stiles doesn't know why he said it to Theo. He just did. He just felt like Theo would understand. Theo would not judge him. Stiles knows that he would tell all his truths to Theo. All his thoughts. Even the deepest, darkest, and morally dividing ones. If Theo would just ask.

It would destroy him. Destroy his good image to his friends. To the pack. And he wouldn't care. As long as Theo is there with him. He felt oddly more comfortable and safer with Theo because of that. He could be Stiles. He could be Void. And Theo will still be there.

Stiles doesn't want Theo to know that. To know just how much power Theo has over him too. To know that it's okay for him to get disowned again by the pack as long as Theo is with him.

So now, they stare at each other, as they let Scott discuss the plan against their enemy of the week.

Stiles could tell Theo is not impressed. The plan sucks. Always the ideal, no one should die etc etc plan. But the enemy right now is ruthless. Nothing would fix it unless it's dead.

Stiles knows that. Theo knows that.

After the discussion, they all walked out of the pack house to enact the plan.

Theo approached Stiles.

"What do you think of the plan, Stiles?"

"It's good. It might actually work."

"The truth, Stiles."

"... It sucks. The enemy should be killed."

"Same."

They fell silent a while.

"Do you want me... to do it?" Theo asked.

"...Yeah." Stiles gave the go ahead.

Theo nodded and went to his truck. Stiles went to his jeep.

Scott's plan didn't work and they, Theo, had to go and kill the creature. Scott was upset but Stiles immediately said: Plan A doesn't always succeed.

The pack got rid of the body and was going their separate ways home.

Stiles and Theo walked passed each other.

"You're welcome." Theo whispered to Stiles.

Stiles didn't answer but let his hand slide from Theo's forearm and down to Theo's hand, letting their fingers brush ever so lightly with each other, before walking away.

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[lingeringscars]

I am so incredibly unhinged about how after the remember i love you scene, after stiles gets dragged away, after lydia sits in the car saying remember...the song playing is called anchor.

[normaltothemax]

@detectivewoof bc reasons

Why was it always him?

Scratch that. Stiles knew why it was always him: he actively sought out situations like this. Situations that found him standing over a very dead body (which, gross, and he'd been trying not to get woozy while inspecting it) with a baseball bat in his hands when the cops showed up. Cops that just so happened to work in a town where he dad was very much not the Sherriff and who, therefore, didn't know that this was just the sort of shit he got up to on the regular.

Eyes wide, his hands were quick to fly up, just about braining himself with the bat before he had the good sense to drop it. It may have hit the body before clattering to the forest floor. Oops. If the cops took a closer look at things, it'd probably be pretty obvious he wasn't the killer, but at the moment, he was more concerned about the guns than he was with pointing that out. "Uh...this isn't what it looks like?"

[roromir]

Dylan O’Brien as Stiles reminds me so much of a puppy with big ol paws

[ac1nums-moved]

@ttrustfalls, stiles stilinski sent to lydia martin: ‘ all along there was some invisible string tying you to me. ’

as stiles uttered those words, a plethora of emotions stirred within lydia. his declaration wasn't just a simple acknowledgment of their bond; it was a revelation, a truth she had perhaps been aware of on some level but had never dared to fully accept. how can she do that when she had spend the majority of her life ignoring it? though, she cannot really do that now. the feelings that he felt for the past years, the moments that bring happinness in, even when a storm was near them everytime, well, she felt all of it too.

for years, lydia had navigated the labyrinth of her own feelings, often burying them beneath layers of rationalization and denial. yet, in stiles' words, she found a resonance that was impossible to ignore. the notion of an invisible string binding them together resonated deeply with her, evoking memories of shared moments, unspoken glances, and a silent understanding that seemed to defy explanation.

in that moment, lydia couldn't help but reflect on the journey they had undertaken together – the highs and lows, the laughter and tears, the moments of triumph and despair. through it all, she realized, stiles had been a constant presence in her life, a faithful companion whose unwavering support had anchored her in times of uncertainty.

but acknowledging the existence of this invisible string meant confronting the tangled web of emotions that lay beneath the surface. it meant acknowledging the feelings she had long tried to suppress… feelings that had only grown stronger with time. it meant accepting that, perhaps, there was something more between them than mere friendship.

as lydia met stiles' gaze, she felt a surge of vulnerability wash over her, mingled with a profound sense of relief. for in his words, she found solace and validation. validation of the bond that had always existed between them, silently weaving its way through the fabric of their lives. and solace into the warmth of his words and confession that she was sure he wasn't one from taking back.

with a soft smile, lydia reached out, her fingers grazing his, as if to acknowledge the invisible string that bound them together. " you know, stiles, i used to think you were just being metaphorical, but lately, i'm starting to wonder if there's some truth to that statement. "

[srcasm]

WHAT SHAPE DOES YOUR PAIN TAKE?

mask

you hide your pain behind a mask. maybe you feel you can't be helped, maybe you think no one cares, maybe you don't want to hurt anyone else with it, you're afraid of being judged, or maybe there's another reason but whatever the reason, you fake a smile and try to function normally even though you're one step away from falling apart. secretly, you wish someone would notice it's a mask, ask you if you're really okay, see right through and make it be okay somehow. you're hurt and a little angry that no one's noticed yet, but you'll never admit it.  white lies, not that bad... are they?

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