#i want to like scott. and i do! I just think that the true alpha thing is OBJECTIVELY a bad choice for his character

[sototallynormaliswear]

I really don't care for the "true alpha" thing, and there are plenty of other people's posts about why, but I can't stop thinking about what it does to Scott and his character.

like, seasons one and two he's constantly fighting for NO ONE to be murdered, because he believes that you can't justify it and it's wrong. fair enough. this insistence places him at odds with people he might otherwise get along with, solidifying him as an underdog. even his alliance with Derek is tenuous, as Derek sees murder as necessary to keep people safe and Scott doesn't. but BECAUSE he's an underdog he has to work with the people around him and convince them why they shouldn't kill, he isn't powerful enough to stand on his own.

but in the later seasons.... he doesn't have that??

as the true alpha, his power hinges on him not killing people. while it would be unreasonable to say that his former stance is completely GONE, pessimistic fans (like me, hello hi how's your day) can make the case that he doesn't kill because he would be less powerful if he did, at least in part. it COMPLETELY cuts the teeth off his moral argument, which sucks because the show still has at least twelve more moral arguments left.

hes also completely LOST the underdog angle. he and Derek are finally chill, thankfully, but he's suddenly the most powerful cool guy in the area, the first of his kind in years, with super special powers just for him. about a season before he lost a fight with a guy who had been a werewolf for all of two seconds. and you know how before he had to convince other people to join his side and work with his plan? yeah no now he can just yell at them and they'll do whatever he says, magic rules.

No matter how you feel about season one and two Scott, it's undeniable that he is fighting an uphill battle that just kind of plateaus as of Season Three. and I love season three, but I feel like, if it did happen, it should have been closer to the end of the show

(And for all the talk about the McCall pack being weird and unconventional, they still fall in that same power structure that EVERY PACK EVER falls into. I think it would be more interesting if they didn't and their pack is even MORE of a mess to werewolves. take, for instance, the underlying subplot of seasons 1-3 that Beacon Hills doesn't have an alpha (at least a good one sorry Derek) and is there for ripe for the taking. a big reason that Derek wanted Scott in his pack was that he didn't want to be seen as weak or targeted by hunters, even other werewolves. they don't get along but they HAVE TO or else they straight up DIE. But then in 3A they suddenly have an alpha (at least a good one sorry AGAIN Derek) and that plotline is dropped. they're still being hunted, but that anxiety about being a good enough pack is gone. which is weird, right? wouldn't you want to increase that tension?

imagine if they didn't actually HAVE an alpha. They still consider each other pack, but that's not good enough for anyone but them. especially at the start of season four? no alpha, their former alpha has gone MISSING, they haven't told anyone, they have to go get him but every second any of them is away the more their town is in danger, and oh FUCK our former alpha is a TEENAGER NOW?? AND NOW HES BASICALLY NOT WVEN A WEREWOLF??? not only having to deal with the mercenaries and Kate but also other werewolves trying to nudge into their territory?)

[hedwig221b]

You are amazing ✨✨✨

Do you have any feral Derek fic recs?? Especially if he’s stuck as a wolf?? Bonus points if Stiles thinks he’s just a big friendly dog 🥹

Hi, love! Thank uuu! I absolutely love feral wolf Derek, it always delivers. Here's a very long rec list, enjoy!

Waiting by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth. “Not too close, he bites.” Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting. “He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton. The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.” “Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek. He looked extremely displeased.

You're My Sanctuary by lilmissdaydreamer

The Argent Wolf Sanctuary. It’s been Stiles’ dream since he was five years old to work with the wolves, ever since his mother took him up there to see the magnificent creatures on one of their ‘full moon runs’ that the Sanctuary does once a month. The wolves are beautiful and much larger than Stiles would’ve thought, or at least, the newest wolf is. The owner had said he’s a special breed. Stiles just didn’t realize quite how special he is.

Stuck in This in Between by calrissian18

“You’re not getting better, Derek.” And it was the first time he’d called him that since he’d realized he wasn’t really.

The Feral Alpha by halcyon1993

Derek has lived in a half-feral state in the wilderness ever since hunters killed his family. When the hunters return years later, he gets his revenge and finds his true mate in one of the boys they were holding captive. He claims him immediately.

Safe Mind by LadyDrace

Derek goes missing for a while and comes back full wolf. Only problem is that his mind has gone wolf too, and for some reason the only one he'll allow near him… is Stiles.

Of Blood and Feral Wolves by Flicker_Ash

After Stiles is hurt in a surprise attack, Derek's wolf takes over and won't let anyone near him. Doesn't matter if it's Scott or a paramedic, when there's blood and no sarcasm, no-one's touching Stiles.

Light at the end of the tunnel by Lesatha

“Careful, Stilinski. Don’t think you can go around telling me what to do, or coddling the werewolf.” “What does it matter to you?” “If the feral alpha kills you, it will be my fault, as your supervisor.” Stiles’ head whipped towards the werewolf. He couldn’t see much of him apart from his red eyes, always following Stiles. Crazy as it might sound, it comforted him. The werewolf wasn’t the rabid animal Elis seemed to picture. He was just… hurt.

Feral by melofttroll

Scott’s yelling now as the Jeep comes to a halt, and Stiles ignores him as he clambers from the seat. The skid turned the Jeep completely around, and his headlights are pointed at something that is decidedly not dog-ish, or bear-ish, but very, very human. And by the shuddering breaths coming from the man’s chest, very much alive. Feral!Derek, Sterek AU

Lessons in Humanity by exclamation

Fleeing from werewolves, Stiles comes face to face with Derek, a werewolf human in shape but animal in his mind. Stiles is terrified of being killed, but it seems Derek has decided Stiles would make a suitable mate. Unfortunately, his idea of a romantic gift is a dead animal on the doorstep. Stiles must help Derek remember what it is to be human… and figure out how to explain his new werewolf stalker to his dad.

Throw Away the Key by mommymuffin

Stiles knew it was stupid to go to the hunters’ headquarters all by himself, so when he finds himself caught, he can really only blame himself. It shouldn't surprise Stiles when the situation quickly goes from bad to worse as the hunters throw him to a feral werewolf waiting to tear him apart. Sucks that it's Derek, though.

Thanks for Thumper, But I Prefer Cheeseburgers by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

The wolf’s head whipped around so fast, Stiles felt like he was watching The Exorcist. Stiles wondered if he could just stand still enough to make the wolf think he was a tree. A very bright red and jean-clad tree. He doubted it, but one could hope. He knew it was a lost cause when the wolf turned fully, lips pulled back from its sharp teeth—so very sharp, good fucking Lord!—and began walking towards Stiles. “I didn’t see anything!” Stiles shouted, both hands out in front of himself and sweat instantly breaking out across his skin. “I swear to you! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t! I’ll keep this to myself, until the day I die! I promise! I promise!”

What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm

There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life. There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

Hallowed Grounds by damnfancyscotch

Everything in Beacon Hills is the same when Stiles comes home from college. Well, except for the fact that he's a published author now, Scott is halfway across the world with a travelling circus, Erica's epilepsy has been cured, her boss offers him a job too, and there's this weird black dog that seems to be following him around just to judge him. Oh, and the murders, of course. But other than that stuff… totally the same old BH.

There Are No Wolves in California (Werewolves on the Other Hand…) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella), KioFox

“I’m not calming down until you call animal control! I fucking saw it! There were fucking wolves!” “There are no wolves in California, Mr. Daehler,” the principal said, sounding exasperated, like this was the third time she’d said it to him. “Well clearly there are!” he shouted back, showing such a lack of respect for the woman, Stiles had to applaud her for her fortitude not to smack him in the face. “Perhaps you were mistaken,” she said calmly. “No I wasn’t fucking mistaken,” Matt insisted, sounding incensed. “No way these were dogs, they were massive!” For a second, Stiles felt like the world had slowed considerably as those words wormed their way into his brain. Because—he knew a dog that was massive. Honestly, he’d also brushed away the idea of the dog being a wolf because there were no wolves in California. But… what if there were? Holy shit, had Stiles literally spent his lunch break with a fucking wolf cuddled into his side while he pet it?! Good God, he was lucky to still have all his limbs!

Where the Real Beasts Are by kaistrex (weishen)

Crown Prince Stiles is gifted a direwolf on his eighteenth birthday by King Gerard I of Venatia. The only instruction? Never remove the collar. Stiles never has been one to do as he’s told.

The Soul Knows What the Heart Wants by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“Holy—shit,” Stiles breathed, Bacon stopping in what he was doing, still staring at him intently, as if begging him to understand, for someone to finally understand. Stiles felt like he’d been electrocuted and he leapt out of his chair, kneeling in front of Bacon and grabbing at his furry face. “Holy shit! Oh my God, are you—wait, holy—you’re not fucking with me, right?!” Bacon let out two quick barks, which Stiles chose to interpret as ‘no.’ "Oh my God, are you a real person in there?!” Stiles shouted in the wolf’s face, staring him right in the eye. He was still holding the wolf’s head with both hands, but Bacon dipped his muzzle in confirmation and Stiles officially lost his mind. “Oh my God!” he shouted again, releasing Bacon to clutch at his own hair. “Oh my God! Dude, for real?! You’re—holy shit! Holy shit!” He didn’t know how to react to this news. He had no fucking idea how to react. This was a person?! But how?! How was this a person?! People didn’t just turn into wolves!

Rabbit Hearted by secondstar, Tsuminoaru

Storytellers were known for their talented tongues, their ability to weave tales and enthrall the listener. Their stories held weight, taken as truth as they were passed down from generation to generation. A tale of a cursed pack of wolves was one such story that Stiles had known since he was a child. Never did he think that he would become part of that tale, or that its weight would be up upon his shoulders. A tale of curses, sacrifices, and acceptance of one's inner self.

Being Close to You by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Realization dawned and Derek cursed himself viciously. How could he be stupid enough to forget Scott was a Werewolf? He could fucking smell him! Scott knew it was him! “Stiles?” Scott asked uncertainly while Stiles started opening and closing various cabinets, looking for who knew what. “That’s not a d—” Derek snarled and let out a loud bark, eyes glowing blue in Scott’s direction since Stiles couldn’t see him from where he was standing. Scott scowled at him, moving closer to him and inhaling pointedly. “What are you doing here, Derek?” Scott asked, voice low enough that Stiles wouldn’t hear. He wasn’t listening anyway, still panicking and randomly opening things.

(You) Bring Out the Beast (In Me) by Ember

“Should I make out the wedding invitations?” Stiles swallowed his mouthful of soda.”What?” Lydia smirked. “Well, you and Derek have seemed awfully cozy lately. Just wanted to be supportive.” “Oh, yeah, because that’s exactly why I went into wildlife preservation.” He rolled his eyes. “Beastiality jokes.” +++ Aka the one where Derek is a wolf and Stiles is his trainer, and then magic and transformations and feelings happen.

A Boy’s Best Friend by KnottheWolf

Stiles was just having some ‘me time’ when things escalated with his dog, Wolf. Or at least, he thinks it’s a dog.

"good boy" by quackquackcey

Stiles doesn’t think his senior year can get any worse with his best friend turning rabid every full moon, until he finds himself stuck with a massive black wolf overnight that doesn’t even like jerky. But on the bright side, the hot guy with the half-dying sister he met at the gas station seems to be in town for a bit, so there’s still a chance that his senior year, his supposed best year of high school, isn’t a complete lost cause…right? That is, if he can manage to juggle the sassy wolf that he takes care of at night and the hot guy that asked him out on a date for some reason.~ 🐺🍕

[masterlist link]

[chloe-skywalker]

Friendly Or Flirting? - Scott Mccall

Scott x Fem!reader (Crush/ not together yet)

Warnings: none (Insecure feelings?)

Word count: 548

Summary: Scott doesn’t like the Alpha twins hitting on Y/n.

Masterlist

Teen Wolf Masterlist

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

“What’s going on?” Scott asks as he comes to a stop next to Stile and Isaac in the school hallway.

“Nothing.” Stiles shakes his head quickly not believing Scott needed to know, but Isaac ruined Stiles' plan.

“Just watching Y/n get hit on by the twins.” Isaac smirks, but then gets hit upside the head by Stiles.

“Dude.” Stiles looked at him with a glare.

“What?” Scott looks at them with shock and panic.

“Over there.” Isaac nodds his head to where Y/n’s with the alpha twins. “They’ve been flirting with her for the last 15 minutes.”

Scott looks to where Isaac nodded to with wide eyes. “Seriously?”

Stiles nodds. “Yeah.”

“What do you think it’s about?” Scott questions, watching every movement they made towards his friend.

Stiles raises a brow at the true alpha. “What like ulterior motives?”

“They could just think she’s hot.” Isaac shrugged his shoulders, he’d admit Y/n was hot. But he instantly got glares from Scott and Stiles. “Not helping. Got it.”

Later that day after school Y/n and Scott headed back to Scott’s house to study. It had been an hour of pure silence and Y/n couldn’t take it anymore.

“You okay? You’ve been silent since we left school.” Y/n asks, looking concerned at him.

“What did the alpha twins want?” He blurted out what had been on his mind.

“Huh?” Y/n now looked at him confused.

“They were talking to you practically all day. What’d they want?” Scott shrugged his shoulders, not sure how his question wasn’t clear.

“Nothing.” Y/n shrugged back, not getting the big deal.

“They had to want something.” Scott pushed wanting to know but also thinking in the back of his head was this to much? Was he just jealous?

“Is it so hard to believe that they’d just want to talk to me?” Y/n raises her eyebrows in shock at her friend's words.

Scott scoffs. “They were flirting, not talking.”

Y/n nodds. “To flirt you have to talk.”

“So you knew they were flirting.” Scott looked at her with shock and disgust.

Y/n let’s out a short laugh. “Kinda hard to miss but it was really only Aiden.”

“Scott narrows his eyes after hearing the name come out of her mouth. “Ok so you have a preference on a twin.”

“Ethan’s gay!” Y/n yelled looking at Scott with shock and disbelief. “As for the flirting, yeah I enjoyed it. . . It was nice to have that kind of attention.” She bowed her head feeling slightly insecure and embarrassed.

“That kind of attention?” Scott asked, confused on what she meant by that.

“If you haven’t noticed I don’t get flirted with or asked out that often.” Y/n explained keeping her gaze down, playing with a loose thread on her jeans.

“Y/n.” Scott spoke her name sadly, regretting how he came about and was treating her earlier in this conversation.

“Just forget about it. Okay.” She waved him and his impending pity off and got back to studying.

“Y/n.” Scott called her name after a few minutes of silence and thought.

“Hmmm” Y/n hummed in acknowledgment.

“I’d flirt with you anytime.” Scott smiled sheepishly at her.

“Thanks Scott.” Y/n smiled back blushing.

taglist: @padawancat97

[gege-wondering-around]

Stiles and Betrayal

I had this stuck in my head, how much different is Derek's and Scott's response to Stiles protecting his father and how he does that.

In 3x10

we have this scene (kind of, I had to make some cut here and there). Initially Scott tells Derek that Jennifer is the one killing people to which she says...

When Derek understand that they are right he tries to kill Jennifer but Stiles screams at him to stop and he does stop after 'contemplating' a bit if it's a good choise. And he decides it's what he think it's best for Stiles.

Derek knows how important Noah is for Stiles. He doesn't want Stiles to be completely alone since Derek knows what it's like living without parents.

He believes Stiles (+ Scott also explains the situation to him) and looks at him and he knows, he KNOWS Stiles is willing to do anything for his father, to keep him safe since he's the only family he has left and he doesn't wanna lost him too.

He knows that Stiles is desperate to get his father back and Derek sees it not only through his tears but his voice too, how hurried it sounded when he pleaded to stop compared to how broken it was before, when he asked where his father was.

The way Derek looks at Stiles, the longing eyes, his expression as he decides who he can believe - Jennifer or Stiles - and he chooses Stiles. Above the woman he loved he chose Stiles, 'skynny, defendless Stiles', like it's the easiest thing in the world for Derek to choose Stiles.

While in 5x9

we get this...

And (since i didn't make a gif with it) there's a sentence that's very important that must be added. After Stiles says "he was gonna kill my dad" (in 2nd gif) there's this back and forth between them:

Stiles: Huh? Was I supposed to just let him? Scott: You weren't supposed to do this. None of us are. Stiles: You think I had a choice? Scott: There's always a choice.

After which Stiles add the 'famous'

All of us can't be True Alphas! Some of us have to make mistakes. Some of us have to get our hands a little bloody sometimes. Some of us are human!

And Scott goes with the 3rd gif.

So after this has been said...

Stiles once again tried to protect his dad BUT ALSO HIMSELF and he did in a 'cruel' way, but did Scott really needed to spit in his face like that?

It was self defence and it left Stiles with a huge bite on his shoulder

Scott has presumably known Stiles for a good 4/5 of his life and he is his best friend, his brother. And he doubted him. He let himself being fooled by Theo and he stood too firmly on his morals - and I get it.

Scott doesn't want to kill or do the 'bad thing' but just as Stiles said 'some of us have to make mistakes' and it's not simply a mistake. It's a choise about what's the best option, what are you willing to risk and what are you willing to lose. Nothing is black and white no matter how much one - Scott - tries to stand on his morals.

He didn't want to see the circumstances and what Stiles was feeling, he tried to play the 'good guy' but ended up being the in the wrong, which happens a lot whenever he keeps insisting on the 'or totally black or totally white' with his morals.

Stiles didn't do the 'morally right' thing to do, he did what he needed to do - what he thought he needed to do - to save his father. And i don't think Scott thought about how much Noah means to Stiles.

Stiles only has his dad, just like Scott only has his mom. So, wouldn't Scott to the same to save his mother?

Would Stiles do the same that he did to him?

(I don't think Stiles would've done the same, I think he would have thought it through and compared his father to Melissa, ending up deciding that it was the 'right thing' to do to prevent a life from being taken.)

So:

Somehow we got Derek, who knew Stiles for less than a year probably, trusting Stiles' judgement and seeing the situation through Stiles' POV, and choose a (almost) random guy instead of the woman he was in love with.

While Scott, who calls Stiles his brother, ended up not trusting Stiles and going against him, almost saying to him:

'Choose a random guy's life over your father's'

And I get that Scott has the 'good' morals but sometimes morals aren't everything you can stand by, sometimes you have to put them aside to see how a situation really is. And while for Derek killing is almost not that big of a deal (it's almost the solution to every problem regarding an enemy of some kind) he is still considerate of how it might effect Stiles' life, while Scott almost implies that killing Donovan for SELF DEFENCE was the bad thing to do.

(and I get it, Stiles didn't explain the whole situation, but let me ask you, did Scott asked Stiles about it or did he blindly went with what Theo told him?)

So, Scott betrayed Stiles and thought it was better to give him a lecture about what was 'supposedly the best thing to do' while Derek trusted and sided with Stiles. He didn't betray Stiles when he needed someone to help him or understand him, he chose to listen to Scott and Stiles about Jennifer and he doubted Jennifer even before it was proved that she was the Darach.

But was it really worth it?

For Scott to betray Stiles like that (despite the fact they later got back on good terms) and ultimately ruining what they had, which was already holding on by thin strings by then due to the supernatural stepping in the way and all the situation they had been in where they had to be faced with decisions that were bigger than them - SINCE THEY WERE TEENAGERS.

Was it needed to break one of Stiles' strongest bond over such a thing? counting Scott didn't ask Stiles himself anything but just 'accused' him.

And breaking this bond he had with Scott just made the one he had with Derek a bit stronger (despite the fact these episodes are far from each other) since Scott bring Derek up to try to get to convince Stiles to share is point...

SCOTT: Now you're gonna try to at least give him (Theo)the benefit of the doubt? STILES: I give people benefit of the doubt! I've given a lot of benefit to a lot of people. SCOTT: Like Derek? ...Kira? ...Liam?

Why the first person Scott mentions is Derek, almost comparing him to Theo as to tell Stiles:

"He was the bad guy too, Derek was bad too but now look at how we are, couldn't it be the same for Theo?"

Scott tries to reason with Stiles trying to make him feel guilty for 'staying attached' to the past and seeing Theo as the bad guy he was before, but Stiles is right. Theo was the bad guy that was before.

In the end this all makes me think Derek cared for Stiles more than Scott when it's about Stiles' family. And that somehow Scott doubts his 'brother' when it comes to his judgement on 'good' and 'bad' people because Stiles doesn't give off his trust to everyone he meets.

SCOTT: Why can't you trust anyone? STILES: Because you trust everyone!

Does trusting everyone makes them automatically good without any kind of 'exam' to pass first?

I don't think so, or there would be no need to define people as bad in the first place.

Is it wrong to be skeptical of people you've never met before or people who have been bad to you in the past?

I don't think so since our experince define how we perceive others and how we wanna approach them at first.

In the end:

Scott could've done better in that moment - episode - and chose to listen to Stiles and ask him about it before jumping to conclusions.

Derek understood Stiles and how much worried he was for his father, and chose to help him save him.

(But i'm not saying Scott is a bad character overall, he just has his highs and lows as everyone does and I'm not trying to put Derek higher than Scott since being friends with people - in this case Stiles - isn't a race)

[kitchenisking]

Sterek Fic Rec

Second night of chunnuka!

As it Should Be by KuroKitty (HaleYes) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7,240, sterek)

Stiles comes home from his 18th birthday party at the bowling alley to find a surprise waiting for him in his room.

Or, the one where Derek has no chill.

Daddy. by Krose_16 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,430, sterek)

Stiles smells like someone else. A certain alpha doesn't like it.

Daddy's Boy by Snare - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,822, sterek)

Stiles has been blushing around him all week, sputtering and cheeks going red. It’s only after a pack meeting when Derek finally sees the soft pink lace peaking out from under his waistband.

you're still you by EvanesDust - (Rating: T, Words: 7,292, sterek)

[excerpt] Stiles takes a deep breath and follows the pull of their bond to the kitchen. He stops short when he sees Derek sitting at the table. His brows are furrowed with worry and his eyes are closed. But that’s not what makes Stiles’s heart skips a beat.

No, it’s the fact that Derek, his thirty-two-year-old husband, looks half his age now. As in literally half his age. There’s no way that the man sitting in front of him is older than sixteen.

“What the fuck?” Stiles blurts out, and Derek’s eyes shoot open, the chair clattering back as he stands as if Stiles surprised him. And that just goes to show that something is seriously wrong because Stiles has only ever been able to do that when Derek’s stressed and lost in thought. “What the hell happened?”

…or the murder husbands fic that’s mostly sweet while bby Derek takes care of his pregnant mate.

Neither Here Nor There by FelOllie - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7,083, sterek)

"Yeah." Stiles ran a hand through hair he hadn't washed in days, not since he'd come home from his dad's to find the loft littered with shotgun shells, black blood staining the floor and the heavy scent of wolfsbane cloyingly thick in the air, with Derek nowhere to be found. "We'll get him back. But..."

"What?" Scott asked, crossing the floor to stand before Stiles, lifting a comforting hand to his best friend's shoulder.

Stiles met Scott's eyes, his own orbs glittering with terrified tears. "What if he's just ash by then?"

Bright by thedevilyousay  - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 4,102, sterek)

"The strongest warlock in all the land uses his power to constantly kidnap the princess. Most people believe it’s because he’s in love with her, but they have it all wrong. He’s in love with the knight who always comes to save her."

or

Allison finally lets out all the air that’s been trapped in her lungs to giggle, a noise she quickly tries to cover with her hand. This is all too much though, honestly. Stiles isn’t even dressed, Derek has no idea that the mage only does this to see him, and she suddenly can’t remember if she took the kettle off the fire in Stiles kitchen before walking out here to greet her Knight. She tries to gather herself before she speaks.

Nothing Gory Means No Glory (but baby please don't bore me) by DefNotForWork - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 13,537, sterek)

“I don’t like them touching you,” he rumbled. “I don’t want anyone else touching you.” He leaned forward, and Stiles’ eyes went wide, thinking for one crazy second that the wolf might be leaning in for a kiss. He stood, frozen in place as Derek pressed in close, chest to chest, dragging his nose and then his stubbly cheek against the corner of Stiles’ slack, shocked mouth, down over his jaw and then to his neck. Stiles recognized it as scenting, but damn did it feel like so much more.

Or

Stiles puts himself in the way of a succubus, gets munched on, Derek talks about his feelings, and then they find true love. Not strictly in that order.

At Peace by RisingQueen2 (FallenQueen2) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,801, sterek)

Stiles spies Derek looking adorably soft and can’t help but go to him.

The End is the Beginning by AClosedFicIsNeverRead - (Rating: Mature, Words: 6,496, sterek)

When Chris returned to the living room, rifle in hand, Stiles – God help him – looked so relieved. 

“Thank you,” Stiles sighed. He sat up and closed his eyes, trying to hold himself somewhat still as he waited to die.

Chris clenched his jaw. Raised his rifle. Aimed with tearful eyes. And pulled the trigger. 

- OR - 

The one where Stiles is bitten and left for dead by a rogue Alpha without anyone knowing, becomes increasingly unstable, and asks Chris Argent to put him down. It doesn't go the way he expected it would...

let the tension seep from your bones by To_fill_the_sea - (Rating: Mature, Words: 3,510, sterek)

Derek comes home from tracking a rogue alpha that was encroaching on his territory and threatening his town. When he finally fixes the problem and comes back home he finds Stiles crying in the shower. He then does what he can to soothe and help him.

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 17

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Theme: A/B/O / True Mates

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters

Chapter Summary: Where are you? What's going on? And goddess that beta's shoulders are broad.

Chapter Warning: Mentions of witchcraft, past trauma.

“Y/N!!! Y/N!! God damn it, it’s set to not let anyone through.”

“Shall I take the car? Fetch Storm.”

“No. She’s worried enough as it and she’s on bed rest, I don’t need her and Jean fighting again.”

Where were you and whose were those voices?

“Can I do anything?”

“I think you’ve done enough Rogers.”

“Hey, come on man. It’s not his fault he didn’t know she was scared of alphas. None of us did.”

“You really think that’s the issue here Wilson? She took down Agatha and plenty before that. You didn’t tell them?”

“When you’ve done with your alpha posturing, I see movement.”

“Y/N.”

You blinked slowly and took in your surroundings. Your body felt tense and stiff, and your head hurt liked you’d whacked it against something hard. You tried to stretch as much as your body would allow.

“Y/N. Come on Y/N. I’m gonna need you to let me in, otherwise Scott’s got to fetch Storm and you know she’s on bed rest.”

Storm. Bed rest. Logan?

“Bubs, put it down or at least let me in you pain in the ass.”

Definitely Logan.

You opened a small slit in the shield allowing him to step through. Scott went to follow but you were quick to close it, resulting in smirks from Sam and Bucky. Steve’s clenched his fists, anger and disappointment running through him as you let in Logan and not him.

You tried to push yourself up and found the room starting to spin. Logan came to your side quickly, kneeling on the floor as you started to right yourself.

“Easy bubs. Looks like your head took a whack.”

“I think I passed out.”

“Yeah, well you remember when Jean and Fiona said to take it easy with your powers for the next few weeks? You just threw a 6ft 6, two hundred and forty pound alpha out the door and put up a shield, which is still up by the way. That’s not taking it easy.”

You looked up at Logan with tear feared eyes.

“He’s mine Logan, that alpha that came in here, it’s Steve Rogers isn’t it? He’s my second chance.” You told him, with a wobbly voice.

“I know, I know.” He replied slipping an arm around you. “Let’s get you up and get that head looked at.”

Logan helped you to your feet and guided you to a stool at the kitchen island. He felt your head and asked you to follow his finger, telling you it was likely you had a slight concussion.

“I’m guessing you have what you need to help the headache you’re about to get.”

“I’ll be fine.” You replied, looking down at the floor. He sat himself down next to you and looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“You gonna tell me what happened?”

“How did you know? How did you know to come?”

“Storm knew something was wrong. Jean too. Then Rogers called.”

“Is he mad? Is he angry?”

“No, he’s worried. He thought he’d frightened you. That he’d scared you somehow.”

“I’m not scared of him.”

“Well, there’s a definite whiff of fear. You wanna explain that?”

“I’m not scared of him.” You replied quietly, “I’m scared of what’ll happen. He won’t want me Logan, nobody ever does.”

“You know you’re one of the brightest witches I know. Strong. Powerful. And you’ve done the work, learnt the history, all of that. But sometimes bubs you really are as dumb as shit.”

“What?” You asked shocked and a little offended.

“You miss do not trust the fates. They’ve put you two together for a reason.”

“But.”

“But nothing. Don’t be an asshole. Talk to him, and don’t run off, and don’t call Castle or Russo to come get you either.”

You huffed and let out a small growl. You weren’t sure who you were more annoyed at. Rogers for strolling in, Logan for turning up and giving you his unwanted opinion and having you figured out or yourself. Your omega shuffled around in the back of your mind, nervous and unsure but also wanting a glance at the alpha outside.

“Get some rest. Eat something, and by something I mean something that isn’t crap or junk, and maybe take a wander outside, say hello.”

“Logan.”

“Yeah, I know, go home. Do you want Scott to stay with you?”

You snorted with laughter and winced when your head hurt.

“Rest and I’ll check in later, and answer your damn phone when I call. You’ll need regular checks ins with that bump and it’s either answer the phone or let them in.” He told you as he rose from his seat beside you, giving your shoulder a soft squeeze as he left. Logan knew you could easily rid yourself of that concussion and he probably had no need to check on you but he wanted to make really clear he would be regardless. You watched him leave and used your powers to close the door behind him and locked it.

You heard Logan tell your alpha, and whoever was with him, that you were fine but he’d be checking in as you’d knocked your head a little. Logan seemed to play down your whack to the head, explaining you could take care of yourself and you guessed it was so they’d leave you alone.

Steve, however, had no intention of leaving you alone. He wasn’t about to let his second chance slip through his fingers. So he paced back and forth against the edge of your shield, huffing as he went. When you ignored him, he paced some more. Bucky went to check on the pack and update them on what was happening, Sam staying to make sure Steve didn’t do anything stupid. Steve’s pacing continued for the next few hours.

As your alpha paced you rummaged around in your bag and after taking the best remedies for your bumped head, you pulled out a blanket and tried to settle yourself on the Stark’s very expensive looking couch. Used to awful hotel mattresses, your car and Frank’s bed, you struggled to get comfortable. After half and hour of fidgeting on what felt like a marshmallow, you slipped down onto the floor with one of the fancy cushions instead and drifted off to sleep.

You woke a few hours later to a voice and rustling outside.

“She’ll need her things.”

“I know that punk. That’s why I’m saying you should back up and give her some space.”

You pulled yourself up from the floor and made your way over to the kitchen window. The window was half covered by a net that stopped just below your eye level and you peaked over the top, ready to duck away at any moment. Your alpha was still there. He was still pacing and he seemed distressed. Your omega trotted to the front your consciousness and the white wolf in you pushed her back. Don’t start.

Your eyes scanned outside for the owners of the other voices, finding another alpha and a beta. The beta was talking to the alpha and you could tell the three of them were pack brothers. You eyed the beta and your omega pushed again. Don’t.

“Look you want her to feel settled here right? Then she needs her things, if she at least unpacks that’s a good sign. Back up. Sam and I will grab a couple of her bags place them by the shield, so she can get them, and you can stay over there.”

“I want to talk to her.”

“Well she’s not ready to talk to you.”

You watched as Steve huffed and walked down the path, putting himself at the other side of the white picket fence. When you glanced back the beta was side eying you and then began to to turn towards you. You wanted to tuck away, you really did, but as his steel blue grey eyes met yours you realised you couldn’t. He blushed and smiled at you. Did you make him blush? He dipped his head and went towards the back of your car. Your eyes followed him. Wow his shoulders were broad especially for a beta. Even the white wolf in you was intrigued, flicking her tail in interest. Don’t even think about it.

You watched as he looked into your car, telling the alpha not to route through too much. He pulled out the bag that held your clean clothes, another smaller one that held your toiletries and a box from the backseat that had a selection of food including the treats from Violet. You watched as the beta’s nose crinkled as he tried to decide what you needed. Could he smell what was clean and what wasn’t? You couldn’t help but notice how his shoulders flexed and that one of his arms was made of metal. So this must be Barnes, you thought to yourself.

They placed your things next to the shield and took a few steps back, allowing you to fetch them by hand if you wanted to without being crowded. You had no intention though of leaving the cottage. You took a step towards the door, positioning yourself so they couldn’t see you, and unlocked it with your powers and opening it slowly. You lifted the bags through the shield and they floated up the path and through the door. You placed them down in the kitchen close to where you were standing and shut the door.

That was rude your omega bustled in the back of your mind and you felt her sulk and turn her back on you.

Fine. You opened the door using your hand this time and opened it a small amount. Discovering the beta and alpha had turned away, they turned back towards you quickly.

“Thank you.” You said through the gap in the door.

“You’re welcome.” The alpha said first. You guessed from what you knew of the pack that this was Sam Wilson, a former lieutenant. His next words told you that you were right. “I’m Sam, Sam Wilson. This broody beta to my right is Bucky.”

“I know.” You replied glancing between them. When your eyes glanced over at Bucky you found his eyes scanning you and his chest raising as he took deep breaths, your eyes met and you were sure he stopped breathing and that you might have too. Your omega rolled to the front your mind liking a puppy and the white wolf in you flickered her tail, was she smirking? The witch in you snapped forward and pulled your gaze from Bucky and to Sam.

“What coven are your family part of Lieutenant?”

“Damn you’re good.” He replied a smirk on his face. “I feel like you’re asking me but you already know.”

You smirked back.

“Louisiana? The coven in Delacroix?”

“You say it like a question when you know that it’s the answer.”

“Well, I’m not exactly firing on all cylinders right now.”

“Yeah, well I’m guessing that’ll happen taking down someone like Agatha Harkness.”

There was a rumble and your eyes snapped towards Bucky as fought to keep a growl in. You stood up straight and kept your eyes on him.

“Don’t mention that witch around her.” He snapped.

You held up a hand to Bucky to stop him.

“It’s fine. I have no issue with her being mentioned.”

“She nearly killed you.”

“But she didn’t, and she would have struggled to finish me off like I did her.”

You heard a click as the gate opened and turned to see your alpha take a slow unsure step into the garden. Your eyes met and you felt your omega stir some more, you felt sure she’d be asking for belly rubs if you shifted and you felt glad you had control over her at least for now.

“Everything ok?” Steve asked, glancing between you and Bucky.

“For goddess sake punk, I told you to wait over there.”

“I just wanted to check…” Steve was stopped mid sentence by the clicking of the door. The three of them turned to see you’d slipped away.

They didn’t see you again for three days.

Enjoy this fic? Fancy a cuppa? My Ko-Fi.

TAGLIST

@animegirlgeeky @mrsevans90 @slut4rogers @jvanilly

[simply-ellas-stuff]

I think the Twins were the bitches of the Alpha Pack too.

Hear me out. I know the Twins could go all Voltron wolf and beat everyones ass right? But... I don't think they were supercharged the same way Deucalion, Kali and Ennis would've been.

Ethan tells Scott and Stiles that Aiden and Him tore through their pack, one by one, leaving their Alpha for last. I don't think that they could've absorbed the power of their pack if they weren't Alphas, not the same way as Deucalion, Kali, and Ennis - all of whom were Alphas when they killed their packs.

Ethan and Aiden, despite their Voltron wolf merging abilities, were regular alpha wolves. They had typical Alpha abilities, and their Twin-ness gave them a leg-up because of the merge. Which is why Deucalion collected them. Similarly to how he wanted Scott because of the True Alpha thing.

HOWEVER I think that made them the Bitches of the Alpha pack. They take orders from Kali, mostly, they get punished by Deucalion (the cuts on the cheeks), and they seem to fall behind Ennis whenever they've interacted. They were sent to do the 'dirty' work - track down Isaac, attend high school, play spy with Lydia and Danny, help Kali make Derek kill Boyd, attack Jennifer Blake before they knew she was the Darach, etc etc etc. They also seem to take orders rather than give them.

They might be the youngest, yes, but I also think they were the bitches too. Just like they were before as betas, omegas. And just like they were after they lost their Alpha spark.

And it kind of speaks to how Deucalion controlled them - why would he allow them to become supercharged when they can merge? He doesn't. He probably suggested that they go after the pack one-by-one until they killed the Alpha last so they wouldn't be more powerful than him.

Maybe I'm late to the party on realizing this, but I don't see anyone talk about it - so maybe I'm not?

[j2h5b5]

I can’t stop thinking about Sterek and a Stilinski sister who is Derek’s beta and how that might look. So here’s a short and ill-conceived brain worm I just vomited into space.

***

"What happened?" Stiles asked when he came home from work and found her, hours later, curled in a ball on her bed, eyes red-rimmed and puffy, even though he knew perfectly well what had happened because Derek had told him and Scott had told him and Isaac had asked if anyone had told him. He owed it to her to hear her side, even with all those witnesses telling it the same way.

She glared up from under her eyelashes. "You're going to take his side anyway," she said bitterly, and he shrugged.

"Possibly. Tell me anyway."

"He flipped out."

"Why?"

"See, you think it was my fault."

"I'm giving you the chance to tell me what happened. If I don't know your side, I can't make an informed decision."

"Decision about what?"

"About whether I'm pissed off at you or not."

"I'm tired of everyone bossing me around. Treating me like a kid."

"You're the youngest member of the pack."

"I KNOW that, Stiles. Doesn't mean I'm completely incompetent."

"No one thinks that."

"HE does. He won't even let me do totally safe Pack things. That's all I wanted, to go with Scott and Isaac on one little mission."

"He's protective. That's his job as an Alpha. As YOUR Alpha."

"He's not like that with the others."

"The others are older, more experienced, and not my little sister."

"That's not my fault. I didn't ask you guys to hook up!"

"True statement. But here we are. And being the youngest, AND the newest, AND my little sister comes with burdens like overprotective Pack members. Scott wouldn't have let you go either."

"SCOTT wouldn't have flipped out on me, though."

"Derek flipped out on you."

"Yes."

"Details, please."

"I just respectfully asked him if he would give me a chance to prove myself."

"And he said..."

"He said no."

"And you said..."

"I said it wasn't fair."

"Which isn't exactly the most mature argument, but what ELSE did you say?"

Deep sigh. "He pushed me to this point."

"What did you say?"

"You had to be there to get all the finer points."

"What. Did. You. Say?"

Long pause. Brown eyes beseeching. "I said he had no right to cut me out of Pack stuff just because he's fucking my brother."

"You said this to your Alpha."

"Yes."

Stiles slapped his palms down on both knees and stood from the bed. "Well, I've decided."

"Let me guess."

"You deserved every single smack."

"Stiles!"

"I love you, I'm sorry you're feeling bad, I understand why you're upset. But you totally deserved to have your ass handed to you, and if you don't apologize to him before this night is out, I will personally request a repeat performance. Clear?"

"But.."

"Are we clear?"

"Yes, fine, clear. You're as bad as he is."

"And don't you forget it, sister."

[noyzinerd]

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod 😭 @raisesomehale tagged me for an excerpt-writing-thing! This is my first time getting tagged for this kind of thing, thanks so much! Excerpt from my WIP, Pseudology, where the boys have to face their inner demons in the forms of dark versions of each other. Enjoy!

"Don't tell me you're honestly surprised you're here." Nega-Derek sneered. "You always talk about how unfair it is to be dragged into all the shit that happens to you, about how you're always the first to be taken or hospitalized or the one to lose the most friends. Oh, boo-hoo. Always the victim, aren't you Stiles? Never stopping to wonder why so many things happen to you when you can never leave anything well enough alone. It's never your fault Scott follows all of your whims, right? That's on him for getting himself left out in the woods. You weren't the one who released the Nogitsune, so why would it be your fault poor Allison and all those people died? Letting the Nogitsune in had nothing to do with what happened, right?"

"Please…" The 'don't' died on his lips as the thing circled around Stiles, those colorless eyes piercing deeply into his own.

The spirit tutted in mock disappointment. "And what about me, Stiles? You've found a way to manipulate me into loving you just like you did Lydia. Now here I am, willing to die for you in your ridiculous ocean of lies and secrets. Are you going to get bored and leave me too? When is that trophy of catching the most sought-after specimen going to lose its charm and have you kicking me out on the street, broken and empty? Do I deserve it too, just like Lydia? She ignored you for years and used you to get at someone who hurt her. Apparently, that's all the reason in the world to get back at her, make her suffer for making you feel this way. She was your claim, your property, to treat however you wanted because her actions displeased you. It made you want to watch her cry. It made you want to insert yourself into her life and to make her yours even if you had to drag her in, kicking and screaming. Am I just another Lydia to you? Am I here because you like me or am I here for you to punish for bullying you? Is that what you want? To see me cry over you? Does it make you feel powerful having so much control over me? Does it flatter your ego to know that the big, bad, strong, former-Alpha Derek Hale, the Derek Hale, is so helpless to your charm that he can't even go a single day without thinking about you? Do you even know what I am to you?"

Stiles had nowhere else to back up. His feet were frozen. The words kept gnawing at his brain, twisting in his chest like a noose around his heart. Covering his ears hadn't helped. The sound of that too-familiar, but too-wrong voice was infesting his ears in a way that rang in his mind rather than his ears, starting inward and echoing out like the words were coming from his very soul. There was nothing he could say. He couldn't fight the words.

Especially since he knew they were all true.

"Ha! You don't even know!" Nega-Derek practically squealed delightedly. "Chatty Cathy Stiles suddenly with nothing to say. Well, isn't that just a rare sight! Finally ran out of bullshit to spew from that poisonous little goblin mouth, I see. That's fine. I have enough to talk about for the both of us," the thing chirped happily.

Sorry, I've never done this before so I'm terrible at tagging, especially since I don't know how many of you are actually writers. Also, am I supposed to just tag mutuals or just anyone? 😰I don't actually have a lot of mutuals, so I guess whoever else out there feels like writing, feel free to say I tagged you (no one's going to double check that shit 🤣). Literally no pressure tags: @cursedtruth, @gynnnicsworld, @grimmypuff, @haleshomeforthederanged, @princecharmingwinks, @raisesomehale

[haven-of-dusk]

While I'm thinking about 3A, I also don't feel as though I've given Deucalion's redemption enough credit in the past.

I still think it was unsatisfying narratively that a guy who gleefully called himself "The Demon Wolf" and was responsible either personally or through his influence for over a hundred deaths between the four dead packs that fueled the Alpha Pack, not to mention who knows how many other failed or rejected recruits on top of that, turned around and became a pacifist after one restoration of his eyes and a stern talking to, but most of that issue is just that we didn't see ANY of the growth. All we know is that just under a year after him regaining his sight he was on good enough terms with Scott to be willing to scheme with him and help him however he could, and just under a year after that he was a self-proclaimed pacifist. Two years is a lot of time for reflection and growth, so it's not inconceivable he could change significantly...it's just, again, would've liked to see some of it.

BUT, all that said, the core reason for his turnaround does not feel as forced to me as it once did. And I think it's because a line that I've always liked clicked into further meaning for me, that being Deucalion saying "Don't throw me in with sociopaths like your uncle." One of the reasons I've always loved Deucalion is, indeed, how he contrasts Peter (who has a tendency to lose his temper, allow his emotions to control him, etc) by having such total control of himself, to the point where we only ever see one outburst (outside of flashbacks) and he only shifts in the (mid)season finale. His villainy is made so much more terrifying because unlike Peter, Matt, Kate, or even Theo in his villain era, it's not driven by emotions and impulses, it's driven by logic. Twisted logic, to be sure, but logic all the same. His outburst at Marco taught him knowledge, and from that knowledge he embarked on a campaign of violence.

The reason it matters that he wasn't driven by impules though, is that in a way he wasn't insane. He was twisted, without question, but unlike Gerrard he was still capable of discussion, reason, and change. And thus knowing he was once a man of ideals goes a long way to explain why he was able to turn it around, even if the show didn't do a great job of showing or saying it aloud. Scott is the fulfillment of Deucalion's ideals that he gave up on. Deucalion wanted to form peace with the Hunters, wanted to solve problems through diplomacy instead of violence, wanted to not maintain, but improve the status quo. Until the status quo literally stabbed him in the eyes. Deucalion's Alpha Pack philosophy was forged because he decided that if the world couldn't be changed, if it would always be controlled by power and violence, then he would ensure he always had the most power. Essentially, "If I can't change the system, I will excel at the system."

But by the end of S3, Scott DID dismantle the system and forge a new path. He accomplished what Deucalion surely thought impossible: the Argents and Hales (or at least what's left of them) are working together. And when Deucalion was in the same position as he was years earlier when Gerard took his vision, Scott not only refused to hurt him further, but offered him a chance to evolve and be part of the new road. And remember, Deucalion was keeping tabs on everyone, the Argents, the Hales, Scott's unique pack structure, all of it. The whole season he watched Scott, alongside Talia and Gerard's children, choosing a new path, and even watched Ethan and Aiden choose it as well.

A lot has been made of Scott's morality, but in a way I really do feel like Deucalion had a Killing Joke-esque plan for Scott. More than what Derek said about taking the True Alpha off the board by forcing him to compromise his morals, If he could prove that even Scott would break, given time and pressure, then the logic upon which he built his Demon Wolf persona was sound and more or less rock solid. But Scott didn't break. And the difference between Deucalion and the Joker is that Deucalion isn't completely insane; if anything he wanted to be proven wrong, even if he'd never admit that.

So in short, Deucalion always wanted to become a man of morality and peace again, he just never thought the world could allow that, until Scott reignited his hope for the future.

Of course all of that is somewhat undermined by 6B KILLING HIM OFF FOR NO GODDAMN REASON but I can just say that Deucalion actually entered a near death state to heal and actually lived, and there's nothing Jeff Davis can do to stop me.

[scribeoffate]

Top five Teen Wolf smut fics?

Anon, I do not think you understand how much smut I have read. I have for you a top 11 list. And it was really hard to narrow it down to that many. I like many pairings and many kinds of smut! So without furtho ado, the fics!

Many varities of smut including some quite dark ones. Heed all warnings and proceed safely friends. <3

Starting off with a shameless self-rec. But also one of the few examples of Scott/Everyone (that man should be the fandom bike, have we seen him?? ahem) and at over 9k hits, well, I can't be the only one appreciating it for is intended purpose. (Maybe one day I will finish the promised sequel with the women, even.)

Cursed (3855 words) by idc_chan Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Derek Hale/Scott McCall, Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Scott McCall, Scott McCall/Theo Raeken, Scott McCall/Jackson Whittemore, Deucalion/Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Scott McCall (Teen Wolf)/Everyone Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent, Theo Raeken, Jackson Whittemore, Deucalion (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Blow Jobs, Come Marking, Come Swallowing, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Knotting, Humiliation, Public Humiliation, Public Blow Jobs, cursed to have sex, Orgasm Denial, Sub Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Slut Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Dom Stiles Stilinski, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary: Scott is hit with a curse that is not really designed for an alpha. The pack helps him with the side-effects whether they want to or not.

This fic is a truedemon DELIGHT. The character study is so good. It's such a good example of character driven porn. The smut at the end is some of the hottest I've read. Love forever. <3

all the names for clouds (18000 words) by spikeface Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Deucalion/Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Deucalion (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Deucalion Lives, Hurt Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) Needs a Hug, Stalking, Violence, violence!!!!!, Dark, Creepy Fluff, Murder, Suicide, Angst, Animal Death, Sexual Violence, Blood, Fruit, Teeth, alpha4alpha, sugar Daddy vibes, background poly Scott/Malia because I can, canon-typical internalized ableism, canon-typical English character written by an American, indulgent use of poetry, this is a weird one enjoy Summary: Know me? You've never seen anything like me.

Next up Sciles smut with D/S? Uhm. Yes!! And it's got such a good dyanmic between them. And then the way it's about giving Scott space to unravel and lose control? FTLOG this shit hits.

Hold On (2659 words) by kitmeadow Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Edgeplay, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sex Toys, Top Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Power Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Service Top, True Alpha Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), i just love my boys so much, Praise Kink, Pup Play, Pet Names, Subspace, Kink Negotiation Summary: Scott agreed to a game of Stiles' making. After two hours of edging, he's starting to lose his mind.

This one is some really sweet scira where Kira likes to be spanked and Scott likes to do what Kira likes. It's such a nice look at a potential D/s dynamic with these two. And also hot.

I can see your underwear (1067 words) by scalira Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Scott McCall/Kira Yukimura Characters: Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura Additional Tags: Smut, Daddy Kink, Spanking Kink Summary: “I can see your underwear.” Kira is fixing a light bulb and her shirt has crept up her stomach. She looks down on herself and sees that yes, her underwear is indeed visible over her skirt. “You like it?” She asks, showing it off to Scott. “Mhh,” he hums in approval, hooking a finger behind the waist of her thong and pulling her closer. “I’d like it better if they were off,” he whispers in her ear. His breath makes chills run down Kira’s spine. “We can take care of that,” she replies with a grin. She takes his hand and pulls him to the bedroom.

Let's talk about some extremely HOT HOT malira next. And another D/s scenario? Hell yeah. It's also a reall nice look at a fun malira moment in canon. Porn with characterization is delicious. And f/f to boot? Gyahh.

She's Got The Power In Her Hands (7568 words) by taylorpotato Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Sex Relationships: Malia Tate/Kira Yukimura, Scott McCall/Kira Yukimura, Background Braeden/Malia Tate, background Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Scott McCall, Braeden (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Power Dynamics, BDSM, Spanking, Exhibitoinism, Light Humiliation, Public Sex, Face-Sitting, Forced Orgasm, Overstimulation, Subspace, Self-Esteem Issues, Polyamory, Season/Series 05B Spoilers, Fanmix, Playlist, Chapter 2 is a playlist Summary: Malia has kind of been telling Kira what to do lately. Kira likes it. A lot.

Here we have some sweet Scydia D/s with orgasm denial and it's just so lush and sensual and hot. Lovely!

Take a Bite of My Heart Tonight (5709 words) by maecrawford Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lydia Martin/Scott McCall Characters: Scott McCall, Lydia Martin Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Future, Dom/sub, Pegging, Cunnilingus, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sub Scott McCall, Dom Lydia Martin Summary: They'd agreed on the date long ago, setting up everything they may ever need on a bedside table, had gone through all of their worries before coming up with a step by step guide that both knew off by heart. They'd had taken a bath together, Lydia's flank pressed against Scott’s back, her fingers scratching against his scalp as she massaged any last worries from his body. Their glistening skin stuck to each other, nails scraping against Scott’s scalp as Lydia brought the shampoo into a lather; both laughing when she fashioned his hair into a bubbly, soapy mohawk.

Alright, so I am noticing a theme in my favorite porn. Next up some Scerek D/s that is about Derek giving Scott a chance to relax and lose control. It's so good and scorching. Scorching.

Let Go (840 words) by suyari Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Scott McCall Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall Additional Tags: Bondage, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, Gags, Dominance, True Alpha Scott, Beta Derek Hale, Alpha/Beta, Scerek - Freeform Summary: Sometimes an Alpha just needs to step back. Derek ensures Scott has the support he never had.

While this next fic is scileo (a terribly underrated pairing imo) the sciles of it is soooooo good. This works so well and like everyhting I've ever read by taylorpotato is deliciously hot.

(I Can't Believe I Didn't) Say This Sooner (4788 words) by taylorpotato Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall/Theo Raeken, Scott McCall/Theo Raeken/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Theo Raeken Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - College/University, Mutual Pining, Recreational Drug Use, High Sex, Stoner Sciles, Exchanging Sex For Drugs, Dom/sub Undertones, Threesome - M/M/M, Aromantic Character, Teen Wolf Polyamory Week, Polyamory Summary: Scott is probably sucking Theo Raeken’s dick for weed. Scott and Stiles live together in a tiny apartment and get high off said weed every day. Stiles is maybe a little bit in love and it is a lot of a problem.

While I'm on scileo, I'm gonna shamelessly self-rec yet again. But this is scileo with a D/s dynamic and feelings. And it's hot. So hot.

Tenderness (3366 words) by idc_chan Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Scott McCall/Theo Raeken/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Theo Raeken, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: BDSM, Caning, Safeword Use, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Aftercare, Breathplay, Blood, Blood and Gore, Dom Stiles Stilinski, Dom/sub, Sub Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Sub Theo Raeken, Painplay, Masochism, Communication, Trust Kink, Praise Kink Series: Part 4 of Whumptober 2021 Fills Summary: “You knew when I needed to stop. It would have been worse without you here.” Theo understands his place in their relationship, until Scott is incapable of saying his safe word when he needs to.   Written for whumptober 2021 using these prompts: 13. That’s Gonna Leave a Mark: (this is gonna suck) 14. Under Pressure (crush injuries)( beaten) 16. On a Need to Know Basis (recovery, scars, aftermath) 21. That’s Where the Blood’s Supposed to Be:( pressure) (blood matted hair) 9. Rumors of My Death have been Greatly Exaggerated (presumed dead) (tears) (bonus! alternate prompt: caning)

This next fic is not... entirely sexual smut, but hear me out: Lydia tying Allison up for character development. This is one of my favorite allydia fics for any number of reasons, just in general. And it's hot too. A++ fic.

We're Friends When You're On Your Knees (14746 words) by narceus Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Allison Argent/Lydia Martin Characters: Allison Argent, Lydia Martin Additional Tags: Kink Negotiation, Friends With Benefits, Non-Sexual Bondage, Sexual Bondage, Consensual Kink, Aftercare, Sex Toys, Restraints, Platonic BDSM Series: Part 1 of Sunday Night Girls Summary: Six and a half days out of the week, Allison runs her own life, her college classes, the entire Argent family (currently rebuilding!), her position and responsibilities in the pack, and even the occasional need to eat and sleep, just fine. She and Lydia are taking up a new hobby, the last night of the week. Something about stress relief. And ropes. It's definitely about ropes. Allison is pretty sure that she hated being tied up during hunter training, but it turns out that it's a little different when Lydia's the one doing the tying. Who knew?

This was a gift for meeeee. And I love spike's writing always, but here the way they build up the tension, gyahha. We've had so many conversations about unhealthy masochist Scott and ways that might manifest and how I love this one.

drink the sea (3639 words) by spikeface Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Scott McCall/Theo Raeken Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Theo Raeken Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) Needs a Hug, Good Theo Raeken, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Stabbing, Masochism, Sadism, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Suicidal Thoughts Summary: Scott is already having a bad night on the full moon. Then Theo shows up.

Thank you for the ask anon, this was fun!

[hayanwulf]

Hi, in case you write a/b/o, can you write IronStrange where someone flirts with alpha Stephen and omega Tony steps in to stop them? That would be great!

Okay, I’m guessing you wanted me to write traditional a/b/o here. I, however, am not used to writing traditional. I tried (and failed) so went back to the way I always write my a/b/o’s. Non-traditional and with a high level of normalcy.

“Norns, you look pathetic ogling at that sorcerer,” Loki commented dryly, hands crossed over his chest and legs propped up on the conference table. The Avengers meeting hadn’t yet started, so the few people already present were more or less lounging.

“I’m not ogling at anyone,” Tony replied whilst clearly staring at the sorcerer in question, who sat all the way on the opposite side of the large table, discussing something with Bruce. “It’s called careful scrutiny.”

It was true. Stephen was a new player to the team — and it had taken a lot of persuasion to make that happen even if Stephen had been an ally nonetheless — so obviously, as a co-leader of the Avengers, Tony needed to observe him to learn more about his abilities, battle sense, teamwork skills, the like. There was absolutely no other reason for Tony to observe the Wizard, nope. And it was most definitely not because Tony found the doctor attractive, intelligent, witty, and with the most intoxicating yet calming scent he’d smelled from an alpha in a long while. Stephen smelled like rain and fresh tea leaves, which, how was it possible for an alpha to have such light, soothing tones in their scent?

But anyway, that was not the reason Tony was currently observing Stephen.

There were only practical reasons for observing him, yup.

Loki let out a sound that was somewhere between a snort and a giggle. Tony turned to glare at the Asgardian, who was currently in his alpha form.

“You aren’t fooling anyone but yourself, Stark. But if that is what you choose to believe..” Loki smirked, pulling his legs off the table to stand up, and leaned towards Tony to speak quietly, “All the better for me.”

Tony felt it the moment Loki shifted to his omega, the strong, musky undertone of his scent replaced by a pleasant kind of sweetness. Tony blinked and sat up straight, watching a little cluelessly as Loki sauntered around the table.

The Asgardian arrived by Stephen’s seat and leaned his back on the table, body tilted towards Stephen, eyes tracing the Wizard with interest.

Finally, it clicked what Loki was doing, and Tony stilled.

Stephen blinked up at Loki’s posture, no doubt already having noted the switch in gender. “Hello, Loki,” he said with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

The responding smile Loki gave was somewhere between mischief and mirth. “I do not plan to sit around in this inane gathering they call a ‘team meeting’. I would rather do something enjoyable, or at the very least, meaningful,” Loki spoke, then gave a light tilt to his head and raised a challenging eyebrow. “Care to join me?”

Stephen held Loki’s gaze for a long moment, a considering look in his face.

No, no.

Tony could not let this happen.

He could especially not lose to Loki, of all people.

“Or,” he spoke out loud before he could stop himself, catching the attentions of not only the magic users, but also Bruce, Natasha, Hope, and Scott. “We could go back to my penthouse after the meeting. Order takeout, watch some movies.”

Lame.

He immediately wanted to kick himself.

But.. it was safest. It was all he could think of in the spur of the moment. They’d already had takeouts at Tony’s penthouse a few times, even if Stephen had never seemed to want to stay for long.

Tony could never quite figure out why.

What did it mean, Tony wondered, that Stephen never stayed till the completion of even a single movie with Tony, but had seemed ready to take Loki up on his suggestion just a moment ago?

“Sounds like a plan,” Stephen’s words pulled Tony out of his head, startling him a bit with how quickly his doubt got defenestrated.

He looked up to find the Wizard gazing at him with warmth in his eyes, lips turned up just a hint. Tony knew that Stephen did not easily give away his feelings, be it through scent or expression. Tony was among the few who were privileged enough to not only receive those warm looks from Stephen, but also know what he smelled like when he was content and happy.

Tony was grateful for being among those people.

He smiled up at Stephen, bright and genuine. “Better pick a movie before the meeting’s over.”

Loki, Tony realized, was staring at him with lips downturned, which seemed less out of annoyance and more out of disappointment, which, what?

Whatever.. the crisis had been averted and Tony had acquired a not-date.

For now, he was content with that.

[naivety]

i can make this about sceo too watch this space. the way asthma has been an object of differentiating scott's human life from his werewolf one, and in season 5 it's fashioned into a weapon to weaken him to theo's advances, both physically and emotionally, because of the way scott conceptualizes both his own humanity AND more importantly his weakness! the only thing that makes his lycanthropy worth losing his humanity for is when he can protect others with all the strength and ability that's exclusive to the version of him that can only exist after he's been victimized by a monster in the woods and made into something else without his permission.

being human is a weakness and a longing, and asthma is the exact device that the story and theo utilize to stoke both. theo's introduction as an old friend who had asthma too and felt protected by scott's firsthand experience about it is a narrative nostalgia for this exact dichotomy in scott's mind. the beats of ouroborus are note for note his underbelly of that double edge sword of needing to be the guy who saves everyone because he's the alpha werewolf or the guy who thinks he'd be better off human i mean dead if he can't. scott makes a plan to save the monster of the week that used to be a teenager and it fails and liam's life is on the line now too and he hurts corey to save him and it doesn't even work, and the moment of scott's despair is accented with an inhaler and the vain denial to use it! and what does theo do!!! he not only saves liam where scott couldn't, he embraces scott in that moment of failure instead of tackling him to the floor. and after that episode, theo is not just a new member of scott's pack but his confidant, while stiles only gets further and further away.

theo consistently holds up scott's sense of responsibility like something to dangle in front of him in one hand while he accommodates scott's failure by design in the other. he helps set him up to fail and then can sell himself as the only person left in scott's corner who both still has faith in his capability as this protector scott feels he's failed to be to the rest of his pack, and refuses to bail on him when this belief inevitably falls short because of direct sabotage at the same time, for better or worse. scott didn't know it at first, but stiles goes from that same place of faith in scott as this umbrella of doing the right thing and saving his loved ones to suddenly being braced for scott's stinging rejection, from quite hard-earned trust built both before scott was turned and after, to distrust, all because... well, stiles is human, and he needs to get his hands a little bloody sometimes, and scott isn't. they can't all be perfect, true alphas, etc. theo foils stiles just as well as he foils scott; he's both someone who knows the human version of scott through this same symbol of weakness / asthma, and a lone wolf that can only be protected from what that means by finding an alpha, let alone this exact one that used to be a childhood human friend. but theo also resents that scott's a real werewolf at all, envies it, tries to steal it. kills him for everything he both idealizes and resents about him, for what scott never even wanted. can. anyone hear me

[harringtonstilinski]

Got The Girl - Stilinski Twins

Author: @harringtonstilinski​​ Characters: Thomas Stilinski x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 1,429 Warnings: angst, fluff Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes! I hope it meets your expectations, anon friend!​​​ A/N: Hi, friends! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything that’s not related to ATB, so here’s something I’ve been working on since August. If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Thomas and Stiles Stilinski were your best friends. You, honestly, couldn’t see your life without them. The three of you had met in the 8th grade in a class you all had together, and the rest is history. Granted, it’s been about three years since then, but you still couldn’t see your life without them. 

The three of you were now in your Junior year of high school; Stiles was off doing his supernatural thing with Scott and his pack, Thomas was with his crew that had Newt and Minho in it, and you were hanging out with whichever twin had the most time for you… which had been Thomas here lately.

Well, he was there for you for a while until he started hanging out with Teresa and Brenda, both of which you caught him sucking face with. Granted, it was at a party and he was a little drunk at the time, but still. Your heart shattered as you watched. You didn’t want to watch, but it was kinda hard to look away.

You cried on Stiles’ shoulder that night, falling asleep with him in his bed. Thomas had walked into Stiles’ room, thinking it was his in his drunken state, seeing the two of you cuddled on his twins bed. He sobered up at that point, his heart shattering.

You and Thomas had crushes on each other, but never acted on it. Scott McCall, Stiles’ best friend since the age of four, could smell the chemosignals on the two of you, with him being a True Alpha werewolf and all.

He talked to Stiles about it a few times, the latter not really wanting to hear about his twin brother’s crush on his other best friend. Everytime Scott brought it up, Stiles shut it down.

Thomas, on the other hand, talked to Newt and Minho about you all the time. It was like he never shut up about you. They gave him advice on how to subtly ask you on a date and all that, Thomas planning the day he was going to ask you.

He was gearing up to ask you at your locker, but when he got just a few feet away, he watched as you flirted with Gally, the boy who deemed himself Thomas’ enemy.

You were laughing at something ridiculous Gally said when you looked over, seeing Thomas walk away. Instantly, regret hit you like a bus, taking a step to follow after him, but Gally’s hand on you had you stopping in your tracks.

“Hey, where are you going?” Gally looked over to Thomas’ retreating form, smirking as he looked back at you. “Looks like we made him upset.”

You looked at him, disgusted. “Ya’know what, Gally? I’m tired of your games. I’m tired of you flirting with me just to make him upset. I know you know how I feel about him. This ends today.”

“Come on, baby,” Gally said. “You know you want a real man.” “And that real man is Thomas. He doesn’t use me for his own personal gain, unlike you.” With that, you turned and slammed your locker door shut to start your journey of finding Thomas.

~~~

“I can’t believe she’d do that,” Thomas said, sitting at his desk.

“Do what? Laugh at Gally?” Newt asked.

“He probably said something stupid and she couldn’t help but laugh,” Minho added.

“She was laughing,” Thomas breathed, sitting back in his seat.

“Laughing doesn’t always mean she’s flirting, bro,” Stiles said, sitting in front of his twin.

“Yes, it does. Lydia laughs at you all the time.”

“Because he’s stupid,” you smiled, sitting down at your own desk next to Stiles.

“Thanks for that,” Stiles deadpanned.

You turned your head, smiling at your best friend before your eyes shifted to Thomas. Whispering, you said, “Hey, Thomas. Can we talk?”

He looked at you and it was then you finally noticed the sadness in his eyes.

Sighing, you started to say, “I wasn’t flirt–” before your teacher’s voice cut you off, starting the class for the day.

Begrudgingly, you sighed and sat back in your seat, halfway paying attention to whatever the teacher was saying.

You couldn’t help but sneak looks back at Thomas, the twin quickly looking away from you as you did. You pretended to not notice that he was already looking at you, so when the class ended and he quickly got up, you followed his lead.

Following him down the hallway, you kept saying his name. Every time you got closer to him to tap his shoulder or grab it, he would move away faster. When the two of you made it outside, you followed him to Stiles’ Jeep, your hand finally on his shoulder.

When he turned around, he looked pissed and you could understand why. “Look,” you said, voice stern. “I wasn’t flirting with Gally. He said something so ridiculously stupid, the only thing I could do was laugh. Laughing doesn’t always mean that a girl is flirting with someone. I mean, Teresa and Brenda laugh at you all the time, and they’re not flirting!”

“How do you know they’re not flirting?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Because I actually see them flirting with guys on the lacrosse team,” I countered, replicating his stance. 

“What if they’re doing it to make me jealous?”

You snorted a laugh. “Yeah. Okay.” You took a breath, releasing it while asking, “You wanna know how a girl is flirting with you?”

He narrowed his eyes, asking, “I think I have an idea, but how?”

“She’ll put her hand on your arm while laughing, maybe give it a small squeeze,” you started to explain. Deciding to take it a little further, you explained everything that you did when the two of you hung out. “She’ll lay her head on your shoulder while watching a movie, or even lay her head in your lap while watching a movie because she’s tired and falls asleep.

“She might even be thoughtful and remember your favorite snacks for movie night, cuddle into you if you’re watching a scary movie. She might even wear your favorite shirt for shits and giggles every time she’s over because she knows how it makes you feel when you see her wear it.”

As you explained all that, you saw something shift in Thomas’ eyes. “But… you do all those things.”

“Yeah,” you drug out, turning your head to the side a little, but keeping your eyes on Thomas’.

“Why would another girl–”

“You egghead!” Stiles said, slapping his twin on the back of the head. “She’s talking about herself!”

Thomas looked from Stiles back to you, eyes growing a little wider. “You–?” Making the decision to get back at him, you said, “Maybe I’ll have Gally give me a ride home?” “I’ll kill him if he does,” Thomas sneered.

“I knew it!” you exclaimed. 

“Knew what?” Scott asked, a knowing smile on his face.

“Thomas likes me.”

Shrugging, Scott said, “I could’ve told you that.”

Looking at him with an unimpressed look, you said, “You’re a fucking Alpha werewolf. I’m sure you could smell it on him.”

Scott leaned forward, saying, “And you, too.”

Your eyes went as wide as saucers, Scott’s smile returning to his face. “You son of a bitch.”

“Wait,” Thomas said. “You like me, too?”

Quickly turning your head to look at Thomas, you said, “So admit it!”

“Oh, yeah,” Teresa said.

“He’s had a crush on you for years,” Brenda added.

“You two knew?!” you blurted. 

They looked at each other and nodded. “Yeah.”

“He told us freshman year,” Brenda said.

“He won’t stop talking about you,” Newt added as well.

It seemed like all of your friends were surrounding you now, Minho having joined Newt, Allison, Lydia, Jackson, Issac, Erica, Boyd, Gally, Jeff, and even little Chuck all surrounding you and Thomas, waiting for one of you to make a move.

Thomas groaned, looking at Stiles for some direction. “Tell her,” Stiles said. “Tell her.” Thomas sighed and looked back at me, “Listen, I–” 

I didn’t let him tell me what he needed to as I jumped into his arms, pressing my lips to his, feeling him kiss me back without missing a beat. Our lips moved in sync as our friends cheered us on. Laughing, I smiled out of the kiss, Thomas’ arms wrapping around my middle to lift me up off my feet for a moment.

“I guess Greenie got the girl after all,” Gally said.

“Yep,” I smiled, never taking my eyes off of Thomas. “He sure did.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N 2: let me know what you thought!

Additional Note: i haven’t posted anything not series related since… i don't even know when.... and i feel fucking terrible… for those that have stuck around since then, y’all are the real mvp’s!

~~~

Forever / Everything Taglist: @stiles-o-dylan24​​​​​​ @stixnstripesworld​​​​​​ @fandom-princess-forevermore​​​​​​ @quanticobae​​​​​​ @mischiefandi​​​​​​ @kellyashcroft​​​​​​ @lauren-novak​​​​​​​ @good-vibes-and-glitter​​​

​​​Posted on October 9, 2023

[kitchenisking]

Day 7

a new beginning by EvanesDust - (Rating: T, Words: 4,848)

After his mom’s death, Stiles wasn’t interested in meeting his soulmate, but following a chance encounter in the park, he decided that maybe soulmates weren’t so bad. Unfortunately, life sucked. Tragedy struck, and Derek was gone before Stiles could get to know him.

Derek only ever wanted one thing in life: to go back to Beacon Hills and find his soulmate. But when he finally returned home, was it too late? There was no guarantee that Stiles was still there or that he hadn’t moved on with someone else.

…or the one where everyone had a soulmark that disappeared when they met their soulmate, but Stiles and Derek met when they were too young to do anything about it.

Sexily Ever After by indentations (thebigoblin) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,389)

After fighting off the latest supernatural terror loose on their town, Derek and Stiles finally find their way to each other.

Heartbeat by lilmissdaydreamer - (Rating: T, Words: 3,714)

Stiles can't dance and this leads to a bit of panic and Derek teaching him. 

Or, the one inspired by "Heartbeat" by Carrie Underwood

Hidden desires by AnotherSigh - (Rating: Mature, Words: 7,720)

So once again, Stiles came up with a crazy and risky plan. If the alpha didn't see how capable the incubus was of accompanying Derek in his rut, Stiles is going to prove him wrong. He was going to show the alpha that they could have the best wild, feral sex of their lives. The werewolf wouldn't have to control himself and depend on those medicines anymore. And that Stiles would be sated with energy for months. Also there was something in Scott's books called "knotting".

And Stiles needed to experience that firsthand.

You're the Only Thing I'm Thinking 'bout by In_Over_My_Head - (Rating: T, Words: 3,220)

“Where’s your boyfriend?”

Derek’s eyebrows shot up, head tilting to the side, “What?”

“Seriously, Derek? Are you really gonna pretend you don’t know who I'm talking about?”

“Damn it, Cora, I don’t have time for this shit. What are you talking about?”

“Stiles, Derek, where is Stiles?”

“School.”

“He must spend a lot of time here. This place smells as much like him as it does you.” Turning in a circle, Cora looked around the room, “Or maybe it’s just because so much of his stuff is here.”

Rolling his eyes, Derek dropped onto the couch, “His dad still works a lot of shifts. He hangs out here when he comes home for the weekend.”

“And how often is that?”

“Go to hell.” Derek snarked with no real heat as he rubbed his face hard.

It Started at Midnight by Arver7 - (Rating: T, Words: 2,783)

Sometimes bizarre phone calls lead to unexpected outcomes.

I rolled the window down, and then began to breathe in by HisBeloved - (Rating: T, Words: 2,023)

Derek and Stiles go on a first date. Aka, soft Stiles in love.

Just a short drabble inspired by the song "Passenger Seat" by Death Cab for Cutiebecause I got Reece addicted to it.

5 Times Isaac Called Derek 'Dad' + 1 Time It Was True by Warlock_Nerd - (Rating: T, Words: 4,978)

Pack Baby ! Isaac  Pack Dad ! Derek  Pack Mom ! Stiles 

What’s Not To Love? :3

"just like that" by quackquackcey - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,669)

No one told Stiles that sacrificing himself in an ancient druid ritual would entail melting runic letters, dreams within dreams within reality, doors cracking open, or general going insane behavior—and all after Derek's left for good, for a fresh start.

He isn't all that surprised when Derek begins showing up in his nightmares, but....

Maybe, just maybe, when the door opens, he'll fall into his safe haven, his anchor, instead of the whispering darkness beyond.~ 🚪✨

Tattoo My Heart by inhystereks  - (Rating: G, Words: 2,391)

Stiles was born with the phases of the moon tattooed down his spine.

As he grew older, he would lay awake at night wondering.

Why the moon?

And when Scott got bitten, he laughed until he cried. And then laughed some more.

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 15

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Theme: A/B/O / True Mates

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters

Chapter Summary: The reader prepares to leave Frank and Billy.

Chapter Warning: Sad everyone.

It takes two weeks and a whole lot of healing for you to be ready to leave for Brookville. There’s an underlying tension between you, Frank and Billy. They’ve resigned themselves to the fact that you’ve probably heard their conversation as your hugs get shorter and you suggest moving out of Frank’s bed and into the guest room.

You’ve also started to sort through your things that have been left there, making sure they fit in your car and giving them away if they don’t. When Billy tells you it’s fine to keep your stuff there, you tell him it’s not fair to anyone to have stuff scattered everywhere, reminding him you’re a roamer and everything should fit in your car. He huffs and helps you after Frank gives him a knowing look.

As the full moon rolls around and after a conversation with Logan you know it’s time to head to Brookville. Storm is nesting heavily and ordering people around to clean the whole house from top to bottom. She’s also been very vocal about your avoidance when asked about an arrival date.

“Maybe don’t leave today though kid. It’s a full moon and the pack will be tense enough without you up and leaving.” Logan tells you on the phone.

“They’ve asked me to run out with them.”

“And?”

“I need your advice.”

“My advice? Hang on, let me sit down for this.”

“Haha.” You replied dryly.

“Well, to be fair you’ve never asked me for advice before.”

“You know what, it doesn’t matter.”

“No, go on, I’m being an asshole. What’s up kid?”

“Would it be wrong? Would it be rude if I say no again?”

“You’ve never ran with them before right?”

“No, they’ve asked and I’ve always declined, just doesn’t feel right.”

“How so?”

“It’s weird. I’ve changed forms in the house but it doesn’t feel right to run out with them.”

“Go on.”

“It’s weird.”

“You said that already.”

“It feels like….” You let out a sigh. “It feels like it doesn’t fit. Like a shoe that’s the wrong size.”

“Then there’s your answer.”

“What do you mean?”

“If it doesn’t feel right there’s a reason for it. You’ve changed and ran in Brookville right?”

“Yeah.”

“And before that?”

“A couple of times in hotel rooms when I’d left it too long but not outside and then, well, back home.”

“I think you’ve answered your own question kid.”

“I’m not sure I have.”

“You have, just think about it.”

“Hmmmmm.”

“So, you’ll set off in the morning.”

“Yeah.”

“Let me know when you’re near and I’ll have Scott meet you there.”

“Logan.” You huffed. “I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, Stark’s security guy already explained how to get in and the security system. I just want to get in and get settled. I’m used to staying at the Coulson’s, I need to figure out the place. Scott will just get under my feet and piss me off.”

“Yeah he has that effect on people. I checked with the Coulson’s, their place is still off limits.”

You make a joke about being inconvenienced by their daughter going into labour there and assure Logan you’ll set off tomorrow.

You finish off packing the last of your things and putting together the gift box you’d started for Frank and his pack. You always left them a couple of things, oils, candles, healing potions and anything else you felt they might need, but this time felt very final and you made sure to get a bigger box and fill it well.

It’s late when you hear the howling of their return. You’ve been soaking in the bath tub for the last hour, taking a minute to ready yourself for the journey tomorrow. There’s soon sniffing by the door. Billy in wolf form.

“Hey pervert, I’m in the tub.”

He huffs and you hear him flop by the door. You can hear his tail flicking against it impatiently and decided to get out the tub before he tries to get in. When you open the door wrapped in a towel, he’s already rolling on to his back for you to rub his belly.

“Really Bill?” Frank says, wandering in, black sweatpants low on his hips. “I said fetch her, not ask for belly rubs, you damn idiot.”

You laugh as you reply.

“What’s up Frankie?” You ask as he approaches you. He wrapped his arms around you and planted a kiss on your head.

“Throw some clothes on and come outside.”

“Why?”

“Please just put something on and come outside.” He says leaving the room, calling for Billy to leave you to get dressed. He follows but the direction of his ears tells you he’s annoyed at not catching a glimpse of you naked.

You pull on a pair of boxers and an oversized T-shirt before strolling through the house to the deck, where you quick discover the pack and a select few of the extended pack members, along with Violet and her husband. They are chairs and tables set up and fairy lights wrapped around parts of the decking, candles are lit and there’s a pile of pizzas from your favourite place.

“What’s going on?”

“Aunty Witch, Aunty Witch. It’s a party for you.” Called Dani as she attempted to climb up your leg.

“What?” You said looking around at the group as you picked her up.

“Well, Frank said you’re probably leaving tomorrow.” Luke said. “And we’ve never got chance for us or the town to say thank you.”

“What for?”

“Really rarity? I don’t know maybe saving our town from Agatha, being part of finally taking down Hydra and everything you’ve done for us.” Elektra added, her voice starting firm but growing soft towards the end.

“We wanted to do a bit more than pizza but a little birdy told us if we did you’d probably turn us into frogs.” Matt added.

You looked towards Frank.

“Hey it wasn’t me baby.” He said pointing towards Violet, who shrugged nonchalantly.

“You didn’t have to do this.” You said quietly.

“Sure we did. Now, can we eat because I really need to get these feral kids to bed.” Added Jessica.

“Hey I’m not feral! Am I Aunty Witch?”

“No of course not.” You smiled.

The night passed as drinks were passed around, pizza well eaten and stories shared. Frank’s arm finds your shoulder and you don’t pull away this time. The same as when Billy’s hand finds you knee and begins rubbing circles on it with his thumb. Hours have passed when Luke lifts a sleeping Dani from your lap. Telling you to call if you need anything, just like he always does. Jess hugs you and looks like she’s about to say something deep but kisses your temple instead, a lump in her throat as she tells you to text her. Elektra slaps your ass as you clear away the pizza, never one for goodbyes. Matt hugs you briefly and is firm when he tells you to call him if any of the agencies start bothering you. Foggy hugs you tightly like you’re going to war and leaves without saying anymore. Violet hugs you too as Frank shakes hands with her husband, thanking them for coming.

Then it’s just the three of you.

“Bed?” You ask and they both smile and follow you inside.

Full of beer and pizza it doesn’t take long for you to drift off but even a sleepy you feels Frank and Billy hold you a little tighter that night.

The next morning you wake up to an empty bed. You think about slipping away but a quick sniff lets you know Frank and Billy aren’t far and someone’s making pancakes. You get dressed and freshen up, heading out to the kitchen to find them both shirtless and making breakfast.

How you had managed to not climb these two like a tree was a damn miracle. Billy shot you a wink and you worried for a second you might have said that out loud.

“Sit down princess. Can’t have you leaving on an empty stomach.” Billy smiles, nodding towards the table. You don’t miss that the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. Frank squeezes his shoulder before bringing you a tea, quickly placing it on the coaster and dropping a kiss to your head before returning to Billy’s side.

“Violet sent over some danishes and a fruit salad for you to take with you, with a message to eat the fruit first.” Frank told you.

You smiled and said a quiet thank you, pulling out your phone to send her a message.

“Here you go princess.” Billy said, placing a plate down in front of you. It had at least six pancakes stacked up, bacon, egg and was covered in syrup.

“Bill I can’t eat all this. I’m still full from all that pizza.”

Your stomach rumbling confirmed your little white lie.

“Baby, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you. Being hungry on a full moon is normal. Don’t listen to anything that mother of yours told you. Eat up. I can’t have you leaving here hungry.” Frank tells you.

You rolled your eyes playfully and started to eat as the three of you made idle conversation. Once you’d all finished there was a long moment of silence. The three of you knowing it was time for you to leave but this time it feeling so very final. Frank sighed and then broke the silence.

“Baby, I want to be really clear on something OK, if you ever need anything, anything at all, you get in trouble or you need a place to stay, you come here or you call us. Doesn’t matter if it’s tomorrow, next week or a year from now, we’ve got you Omega, OK?”

You nodded tearfully.

“What if you find someone though? What if your second chance rolls in? What’s she gonna think of me strolling in and out?”

Frank reached out and squeezed your hand.

“Baby, if ain’t you, if you’re not the second chance, it’s never coming.”

You nodded and let out a shuddered breath. Unable to hold in your emotions anymore and with the lights starting to flicker you let the tears pour down your cheeks. Frank stood and pulled you into his arms.

“I’m sorry Frankie, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry it’s not me.”

“Me too kid. Me too.”

A chest against your back and sniffling in your hair let you know Billy had joined you both. You stayed like that until the tears slowed and the buzzing of your phone pulled you apart. You glanced at it.

“It’s Logan, wants to know if I’ve set off yet. Storms getting angsty.”

“Well you better not keep the pregnant lady waiting.” You laughed lightly as you wiped away your tears, pulling away to get the last of your things that hadn’t made their way to your car.

It didn’t take long and shortly after you were in your car and pulling away from Frank and Billy’s and their pack. You told yourself you were fine, even as tears rolled down your face and you started to play your sad songs playlist.

It took you a few hours to reach Brookville and the compound that housed Stark’s cottage. The gate looked heavy and reinforced and was surrounded by cameras, but opened as you neared it. You’d have been concerned if you’d not been asked for your number plate before. You drove down the gravel path and looked around at the heavy woodland. It wasn’t what you expect from Stark and was so different from that enormous and ugly skyscraper in the city.

When you pull up outside your new place to stay you’re quick to mutter ‘cottage my ass’ and decided you’d text Stark’s security guy, Happy someone, some quip about it not being a quaint cottage like he’d described. Sure it was nice, but it was also bloody huge. Again, cottage my ass. There’s a pretty little white picket fence around the garden and you wonder why there’s a need for it if Stark is part of the pack or an extended part at least and this is all pack land.

You decided to head inside first to familiarise yourself with the place before unloading your car. You take the side door and input the code Happy has given you. A projection of the him suddenly appears and he greets you as the door unlocks and tells you the keys, security tablet and a welcome basket are inside on the kitchen island. You thank him and go in, leaving the door open ready to bring in your things.

Your eyes go wide when you enter and you’re wondering if they really meant to loan you Stark’s actual cottage. Happy had told you it wasn’t quite finished and you’d expected a building site. How was this not finished?

You scanned around the lower levels. Mostly open plan and decorated in light colours. Homely but also very sleek and fancy. The kitchen was brand new and full of every Stark device you could think of. Before you had chance to peek upstairs an electronic sounding voice sounded.

“Welcome Miss Y/L/N, please register.”

You remembered then that Happy had told you over email to go straight to the tablet on the kitchen island to register yourself on the security system and that it you weren’t quick enough an alarm would sound.

Shit. You really didn’t want to piss off the pack by setting off alarms when you’d just got here. You found the tablet quickly and filled in your information, thankful that your basic info had already been part filled in. It finished by taking a photo of you, which you weren’t overly comfortable with but decided you’d get over it once you’d drank the wine in the fancy welcome basket.

“Thank you Miss Y/L/N, your registration is complete.”

You looked through the welcome basket to see what treats you’d been left, macrons, some fancy snacks, fresh bread and……….apple pie? You could definitely smell apple pie and it smelt delicious. Like all American homemade apple pie. Even nicer than the one in Violet’s diner. Not that you’d dare tell her that though. You rummaged through the basket as your mouth started to water but couldn’t find it. A chiming sound coming from somewhere sent you to the oven. But there was no pie there either? The smell got stronger and then your wolf picked up the sound of footsteps. Had Logan sent Scott with pie? The chime went off again.

“Why are you chiming? Where are you chiming? What are you chiming for?” You said putting your hands on your hips. There was a sudden surge in the scent as the footsteps neared and then a voice. But not Scott’s, a voice you didn’t know.

“It’s to let you know someone’s coming up the path.”

You swung round to find a figure in the door way. Definitely not Scott Summers and definitely not a beta.

At least 6ft 6, with quite possible the broadest shoulders you had ever seen. Blond hair pushed back from his face, and a beard a little darker than the hair on his head. Your eyes met his and you found bright blue eyes staring back at you.

Alpha.

Your alpha. Your second chance.

Enjoy this fic? Fancy a cuppa? My Ko-Fi.

TAGLIST

@animegirlgeeky @mrsevans90 @jvanilly @slut4rogers @otterlycanadian