#about erica reyes

[falling-star-cygnus]

it's kinda funny to think about the fact that Derek saw three cardigan wearing nerdy teenagers and said, "ah yes, i know what these three need."

and put them in leather outfits.

the ol' "buy one werewolf bite, get a style change for free!" conversion sales pitch, eh Derek?

[fuji09]

People seem to forget that Stiles literally refused to be a message for Scott. Gerard beat him to send a message to Scott, Stiles knew this. So when Scott wordlessly questions the marks on Stiles' face, Stiles, also wordlessly, assures him he's fine and that it's nothing.

Honestly, Scott should have pushed because that was not nothing, that looked incredibly painful. But a lot was going on so it makes sense he didn't push for answers. Still, Stiles never gets any credit for this. He could have easily went to Scott about it but he chose not to. He knew Scott would feel guilty, and even after finding out that Scott basically double crossed Gerard and Derek, Stiles still didn't say a word.

He didn't want Scott to feel guilty for something he couldn't change, he didn't want to be the reason Scott gave in, and he didn't want Scott to be hurt by the fact that Stiles was used to attempt to force Scott to comply with Gerard.

Sounds like a good friend to me. Not saying either of them were never a bad friend to each other at times, but damn, Stiles really took one for the team there.

It seems like he never told anyone, that the only people who knew were Chris, Erica, and Boyd. And only one of them lived throughout the whole series.

Stiles lies to protect his friends and family. Stiles bottles up trauma and feelings to protect his friends and family. Stiles shows he cares in an unhealthy (for himself) way, and yet all some people see is a lying liar who lies.

I feel like Stiles should get a little less hate for lying because it's almost always to protect others.

[nightlark100]

My favourite plotlines in teen wolf fics:

Stiles taking down the Argents

The Betas getting turned into kids

Stiles being cared for by Peter after the Argent basement incident

Any plot where Stiles and Peter team up

Stiles getting kicked out of the pack and being a certified badass by himself

Stiles getting turned into some form of fluffy animal (and usually causing havoc)

Stiles becoming/being some kind of very unique shifter (my personal favourites i've read were Stiles as a Red Panda and a bitten Stiles turning into a lemming)

General domestic pack Mom Stiles fluffy

The Alpha pack as supernatural police

Scott getting knocked down a few pegs for being an idiot

Crossover fics (not usually a crossover fan but I have a soft spot for TW/Avengers and TW/Criminal Minds)

Stiles being related to Tony Stark

Stiles being sent to live with his uncle (usually Coulson) and getting semi adopted by the Avengers

The BAU being called to investigate one of the events in Beacon Hills

Stiles joining the BAU and being very casual about the weirdness in his life and then not knowing if he's joking or not

[blackhholes]

teen wolf - i think i'm losing

what if I should be losing everything now I think I'm losing everything

[bericas]

you would rather be with her, hearing the light buzz of her snoring, watching her sleep.

[handsofred]

Erica: I still don't get the difference between the two.

Isaac: Neither do I.

*Peter is pinching his nose and looking so pained.*

Stiles: Alright, listen up you heathens.

Erica: Hey!

Stiles: Right, Art Nouveau is beautiful, lots of swirls and colours, while Art Deco is more straight lines and block colours.

Isaac: I still don't...can't picture it.

*Stiles groans this time*

Peter: We're wasting our time, they won't get it.

Stiles: Shut up, they will.

*Peter glares*

Stiles: Okay, let's try it this way, you have both seen Lord of the Rings, yes?

Erica & Isaac: Yes.

Stiles: Awesome. Then, think of it this way, Art Nouveau looks like something that the Elves would create.

Erica: Oh I can picture that now.

Stiles: Great! So, Art Deco, think of things made by the Dwarves.

Isaac: That actually makes really good sense...why didn't you just say that from the start?

Peter: Holy Christ....I just can't...

*Peter stalks away*

[dreadpirateroe]

in my wishing erica didnt die hours again

[moths-in-hats]

Pairing: Erica Reyes/Lydia Martin

Words: 669

Written for @teenwolfrarepairevents August Character of the Month and @torturedpoetskywalker prompt: Post-Canon Moving In Together or Going to the same college together

In the past month, Lydia has found her groove at MIT. She's gotten used to the new environment, new objectives, new faces of going to college. Which is why she's taken aback when she walks into the main library one day and spots a familiar blonde.

“Erica?”

Erica looks up from her laptop. “Oh, Lydia! Hi.”

“I didn't know you went to MIT.”

“Yeah, computing,” Erica replies shyly.

Lydia cocks her head and remembers Erica hacking into her father's insurance records many years ago. She smiles. “It's nice to see you.”

“You too.”

Over the next few months the two girls run into each other more and more. It starts off as knowing smiles across the library —

(“Who's that?” Lydia's friends ask.

“Just someone from home.”)

— and nods in the corridor —

(“Lydia, thank God!” Erica exhales. “Do you know where this building is?”)

— but slowly they morph from old classmates to friends. It surprises Erica to begin with. After all, she used to hate Lydia and people like her. The popular kids who made her life hell. But Erica's changed a lot since freshman year of high school and so has Lydia. Away from the terrors of Beacon Hills High and the horrors of Beacon Hills supernatural scene, Erica finds it easy to like Lydia.

They start spending more time together, studying and helping each other on assignments and going to coffee shops and parks and stores.

It's so nice, Erica thinks, to talk to someone who knows what it means to be supernatural.

(“So what actually is a banshee?” Erica asks one night.

Lydia explains and Erica nods in half understanding.

“Now ask me what a chimera is,” Lydia laughs.

“Oh I missed a lot after I left, huh?”)

It's so nice, Erica thinks, to talk to someone who remembers the time Stiles snorted chocolate milk out of his nose.

(“Did anyone ever tell you about the first time he got drunk?”

Erica's eyes go wide. “No? Tell me immediately!”)

So they become friends. They hang out in each others’ rooms. Lydia encourages Erica to try climbing again. Erica helps Lydia run for student council —

(“We don't need badges.”

“That's where you're wrong, Lydia!”)

— They talk about their fears, their nightmares, their hopes and dreams. They have inside jokes —

(“Oh!” A mutual friend they’re studying with turns to Erica. “Can you make it to the party on Saturday?”

“Maybe,” Erica replies, glancing over at Lydia.

“No, mayflies,” Lydia mutters without looking up from her textbook.

Erica giggles and looks back at their friend. “Sorry, what time did you say it starts?”)

— They click.

And then one day, Erica walks into Lydia's room and throws herself down onto Lydia's bed. “God! I hate my roommate.”

Lydia, at her desk, is undisturbed by the dramatics. “You should come live here,” She says offhandedly.

“What?”

“My roommate's dropping out, going back to Poland. You should move in.”

“Okay.”

So they live together.

They live together.

All the little things about Lydia that Erica had been ignoring become unignorable. Like the way Lydia's hair always smells like strawberries or the way Lydia laughs like an angel or the way Lydia is somehow both incredibly competitive and incredibly bad at Mario Kart.

That last one becomes especially unignorable late one night when they're sitting on Erica's bed playing together. Lydia is losing, of course, so she decides that if she can't win herself the only option is to sabotage Erica. She attempts to grab the controller out of Erica's hands but can't quite reach. After two more tries, Lydia just decides to launch herself at the other girl. This works to knock the controller away. It also, however, means Lydia is now lying on top of Erica on Erica's bed.

“Hi,” Erica says.

“Hi,” Lydia replies.

Erica can feel herself blushing.

“Fuck it,” Lydia mutters and closes the gap between their lips.

Erica kisses back fiercely.

Much later, they're curled up in each other's arms, the Mario Kart all but forgotten.

[stilinskiisvampire]

Erica reyes... Save me Erica reyes...

[mxflora]

and if you kick out every mentally unstable teenager with self-esteem and parental issues, out of beacon hills, who's going to be in your pack, Derek?

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

Isaac and Erica are one of those 'I have two hands' duos and if I don't write a fic about them soon, I may combust

[slice-of-magenta]

I have some time on my hands and I want to provide something, or at least get pushed into completing stuff djsbdbtff

Are there any art prompts I should do for practice? Certain character in a setting or just a pic of them from neck and up, friendships, scenarios, etc. Can have certain colors ejjehdjd

No one will be a bother for sending me an ask 👀 I will hug it. Let's pretend I can draw right 🙏🥺

[blackhholes]

teen wolf - bullet

and my story falls short of my heroes and gods at least i know who i am and i know who i'm not

[seemebaremyteethforyou]

LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS TW: HEATHER - ERICA

Helloooo friends!!! this edit is really really special to me and one of my personal favorites, I hope you guys enjoy it as well. This is part of my project Language of the Flowers: Teen Wolf's Version. Here you can find the fist post where I explain more about it and and if you're interested in more edits like this, here you can check out all the works for this series. Thanks for all the love and support!! see y'all soon <3

[bericas]

GIVE IN.

[vale-decem]

ERICA REYES: DO YOU MIND IF I SIT HERE?

mad science was the one class where she studied by herself. it didn't bother her, though— what with her dad's well-known history in the subject, and his daughter's own... little tendency to create life every now and then; the students probably just worried about a beacon exploding in their faces, or their dissected frogs being revived. [which only happened twice, thank you very much!] in the midst of mixing a vile of goblin sweat into her latest creation, an unfamiliar voice spoke behind her, an inquiry most unexpected, and her movements suddenly stilled, work forgotten, equipment abandoned on the table. “yes!” mismatched eyes moved upwards, though they fell quickly, brows furrowed tightly. embarrassment clung to the girl in a matter of seconds, realising her simple response might've sparked the wrong conclusion. “i mean— yes, of course you can sit here... not yes because i mind you sitting here.” explanation evoked in a single breath, fingers tugged at wrist stitches quietly, before glee replaced slight awkwardness. lips grew bright with a signature frankie stein grin. she stretched out, moving the few books scattered along her workbench to make room, beacons and test tubes deserted in favour of her social life.

an introductory handshake was foregone in case sparks flew from her palm; the last thing she wanted was to frighten the poor girl. “i'm frankie, by the way!” she exclaimed while tidying up her belongings, patting the empty side when finished, beckoning @ariamuses to take the spare chair. “you're new, right?” a beat passed until the next hurried, excitable question, “is this your first class with mr. hack?” both asks already answered by her chosen residence— that, or she had no concern regarding the minds of the frankenstein's when this particular field was involved. new or not, they'd certainly never met before today, so frankie turned slightly in her seat, full attention on her bench-mate, deciding she was far more important than the classwork she could do in her sleep. “mad science is way easy once you get the hang of it. do you have all your textbooks yet?” she didn't attempt to reel in the nature of her excitement, despite its possibly overwhelming nature. she remembered her first week at monster high too well [the ghoul internally cringed whenever she reminisced], and she'd have preferred an overbearing student trying to help, opposed to receiving none at all.