#i'm so excited for you to start dating stiles

[kitkatwinchester]

Okay.

Short reaction post with a few random moments to point out, so this is a little less consolidated, but oh well.

1-

STILES MADE A BACK TO THE FUTURE REFERENCE I LOVE THIS MAN EVEN MORE THAN I ALREADY DID!! XD XD <3 <3

"1.21 JIGAWATTS!" XD XD XD XD

Have I mentioned that he's my favorite?? Because he's my favorite. <3 <3 <3

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That scene between Lydia and Aiden was honestly so heartbreaking, but so soft, and it made me love Lydia even more and ship her even more with Stiles.

"I don't want to be with bad guys."

LYDIA YOU SWEETHEART OMG I LOVE YOU.

Her whole thing about feeling so good that she helped save someone's life, and that no matter how hot Aiden is and how much a part of her might care about him, he will always be associated with not saving people's lives, and that's not something that's on her agenda anymore.

CHARACTER GROWTH!! WE LOVE IT!!!

Also this means you're gonna start dating Stiles, right?!

RIGHT?!

YOU TWO WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER!!! COME ON MAN!!! I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN WAIT WITHOUT EXPLODING!! XD XD

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SCOTT AND KIRA ARE SO CUTE I CAN'T! I do fully support Scott still talking to her, not just because they're adorable as all heck, but also because I think, in the end, that'll be more helpful to us than the alternative.

First of all, the fact that she doesn't even know what she is is even MORE concerning, but it also makes me less worried about her good vs. evil status and more worried about how her powers might develop or get out of control later. Like, clearly she's a good person, and clearly, she's scared of whatever it is that's happening to her and wants an explanation just as much as we do.

Which means, despite Stiles' concern about it, she's TOTALLY like Scott (except that she didn't have a Stiles to help her figure it out and keep her in check...except maybe she does now), and that gives us all the more reason to help her figure it out.

4-

So...are Ethan and Aiden really gonna use Derek's place to THROW A PARTY without even asking him??

Kids... XD

That said, if Derek does find out, this is gonna be a HILARIOUS dad talk and it totally makes me want exactly that.

Except that it probably won't happen, because Derek is a LITTLE preoccupied, because SERIOUSLY WTF ARE THESE THINGS AND WHY ARE THEY GOING AFTER OUR WEREWOLVES?!

Anyways...

Lots of gifs for lots of different scenes/moments lol.

(These weren't all the exact scenes I was looking for, but it puts all of the characters I talked about in one spot, so I'm sticking with it lol.)

Update: STILES I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! XD XD Scott: You didn’t steal these, did you? Stiles: No. I cloned them using the RFID emulator.  Scott: Is that worse than stealing? Stiles: … Stiles: It’s smarter.  Also the fact that he just has all of those and knows everything about the police station and probably could've broken in any time before now and is now using that knowledge to his advantage... He really is his father's son, but with 200% more mischief in his bones. XD XD

(That's so valid, baby, I love you. And Scott knows it too. XD <3)

[hedwig221b]

Not the same anon but your fav jealous and possessive Derek fics? I’m talking toxic possessive, Stiles always in sight and scented and being touched cuz Derek just CANNOT STOP 💞💞💞😌👆🏼🙂‍↕️

Hi, hello, here you go 🔥💖 (p.s. we need more obsessed borderline toxic Derek pleek)

As it Should Be by KuroKitty (HaleYes)

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.

Assume I'm just An Asshole by mannersmakethmine

the pack always finding Stiles and Derek in coupley situations and assuming they're fake dating because there's a new threat in town, and Stiles and Derek because the shits that they are just go along with it.

Deflowered by astrugglingstoic

In which there is a prince, a knight, sequential sword fights, and an anecdote about pressed flower petals.

Feral Formalities by Aleandri

"There was silence as no one seemed to breath at the table. Derek had just gifted Stiles, an unmated Omega, with food. Right in front of another Alpha. Who he was on a date with. To discuss being heat partners…." In which, Stiles presents as Omega, and everyone wants a piece of the alpha-baby-making ass!

five times derek is protective of stiles and one time it's the other way around

Yeah, okay, so maybe Derek was a tad too protective of Stiles. So what? Sue him for worrying about his best friend, whom he totally does not have a raging crush on.

Okay, so maybe he does.

Shut up.

Hung The Moon by BurnItAllClean (nrnyx)

Slowly Stiles got control of himself again. His heart calmed. His breathing evened out. The anger was gone. In its place, a bone-deep weariness settled. He couldn’t do this. He wouldn’t survive this.

Might be a Predator by churkey

Derek's mom once told him they were predators. It never occurred to him to ask, 'If werewolves are predators, what do we hunt?'.

Oblivious Misadventures, and Other Such Tales by Little Spoon (JaydenNara)

Going to college was exciting and new, a chance for new friends and a fresh start, and the best part was, there was a supernatural fraternity on campus, meaning Scott finally had the freedom to be himself.

Then he met the resident human who came with a stalker alpha. What was the point of a supernatural fraternity if he still had to pretend to be human. And seriously, did Stiles ever fall asleep somewhere normal?

of gods & monsters by Dexterous_Sinistrous

“I’m not the best at conversation. I’ve been told I have no finesse for it.”

Stiles took a step closer to Derek, pushing the billowing silk out of the way. “And what would you say if you looked at me now?”

Derek looked up, startled for a moment when he realized he was now looking at Stiles’ unveiled face. He was silent for a beat, taking in Stiles’ features for the first time, convinced he would never see such beauty unveiled for him alone.

Oh my (let me look at those eyes) by Gorgeousgreymatter

A few months ago, he might’ve been able to solve this with some force—a little man-handling, a snarl, a glimpse of teeth. But he looks at Stiles’s broken face, knows he’s seen too much horror and blood and evil, the whole Big Bad Wolf routine is just going to fall flat. Because Derek looks at Stiles and he doesn’t carry himself like a teenager anymore. He carries himself like a soldier.

The Alpha and his Spark by sandyde03

Stiles is pregnant. Derek is perpetually horny and possessive. Stiles is confused. Not by Derek sexing him up. He loves that. It’s the fact that ever since he started to show that he was with pup everyone has been avoiding his eyes.

The Boy Is Mine, You Bonkers! by frownypup

It turns out that the words ‘a painfully smart and brave unclaimed human who is stupidly unutilized in Beacon Hill’s pack’ became the hottest gossip in werewolf underground. Yes, what the hell. Stiles’ existence has changed from a plankton to a rising sun.

Derek Hale has something he needs to say about it.

Three Little Words by Chloepioneer

“Oh god,” he whines, slapping a hand over his mouth to quell the vomit that boils the back of his throat. “Derek, is that the mailman?”

or Derek has a bad habit of killing people that take an interest in Stiles. Stiles might like it a little bit.

won't you torture someone else's sleep by redeyedwrath

I love you, Derek thinks, but he doesn’t say it, just watches Stiles throw his head back in laughter that isn’t for him and never will be. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Maybe if he thinks it hard enough, Stiles will hear him.

you are an obsession (i am your possession) by EvanesDust

Once Derek catches that tantalizing scent, he can’t stay away. Stiles. Derek’s completely enthralled by him. Obsessed. But all he can do is stand in the shadows, watching and waiting. Until he can make Stiles his, that is. And when that happens, Derek will never let him go.

Pack nights are not for getting laid by igotdamn

Stiles goes out clubbing, Derek doesn't like that very much.

Obsession by Rae666

Derek gets hit by a witch's curse and is confined to his loft as his uncle searches for a cure and Isaac stands guard. But as the curse grows worse and Derek's obsession with a certain pale skinned person becomes increasingly intense, how long can the team keep Derek and Stiles apart, especially when Stiles decides to take matters into his own hands?

Other fic recs: pack mom!Stiles | angsty fics | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | omegaverse

[lil-frenchfri77]

Begin Again Chapter 2

Summary: Ever since Bella came back to Forks things between y/n and her boys have been different. Embry and Quil stopped answering phone calls and texts, they’ve even been avoiding her everytime she shows up at their house. So y/n does the only thing she can think to do, she latches onto Jacob just like Bella, and when he starts acting like Embry and Quil did, she makes the decision to not put so much effort into a friendship that is clearly one sided. But what happens one day when Sam’s pack is in town at the same time as y/n and her new friends and two certain boys imprint on their former best friend? And what happens when a former best friend doesn’t feel the same way?

Authors note: Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! I am actually so freaking excited that so many people liked the first chapter. When I posted this I never thought that I would be getting any kind of traction or reads but the 20 people that liked my first chapter are really making me feel good about myself and my writing skills. I don't know how consistent my chapter updating will be I have a really hard time with sticking to things but the enthusiasm i'm feeling after posting for the first time is really making my productivity flow.

Not beta read, lemme know If there are any egregious spelling or grammar errors and I will 100% go back and fix it

Word count: 1.8k

Embry Call x Fem!Swan!Reader x Quil Ateara

Slight Stiles Stlinski x Reader

Chapter 1 | Master list | Chapter 3

For the next two weeks your routine is almost exactly the same. You meet Scott and Stiles by your locker every morning and sit with their friends at lunch. It is such a crazy thing to think that if you had gotten to school any later that day then you would have never met them. And looking back, you can’t imagine not being friends with them now. They were filling the void that Embry and Quil had left in your heart. 

Your life was looking up and you were doing great, even Bella seemed to be doing better. She was hanging out with you and Jacob, and had even started going out with some of the kids from school. You and Stiles were getting closer to each other too. You spent most of your time in class, the ones you shared, talking to him and goofing off. You both had gotten in trouble a few times but that didn't deter you from talking. Like now. 

“Hey, so I was thinking about going into town this weekend, I need to do some clothes shopping and I was wondering, if perhaps, you’re free?” You had been meaning to ask him for the past few days but you had only now just worked up the courage. It was the first time you would be spending any time together outside of school and you were nervous. 

“Oh, uhh. Yeah totally!” His response was almost instant and the way that his cheeks turned a light pink told you that he didn't mean to answer you that fast. “Um, I mean, Yeah. I’m down to go with you.” Stiles blushed even harder and then turned forward to pay attention to what the teacher was saying. 

“Okay, cool. I’ll come pick you up around noon on Saturday?” 

“That’s good.” That was the end of the conversation. It seemed he was too caught up in the fact that you had asked him out to remember to talk to you for the rest of class. 

After school that day Jacob was leaning on your car, waiting for you to come out. He had been doing this a lot lately, waiting for you to get out of school so he could get a ride from you back to the reservation. Which didn’t really make sense to you but you figured if he liked doing this then why change it. 

“You will never guess what I did today.” It was the first thing that came out of your mouth when you got close enough to him. You couldn't wait to tell him about your hang out with Stiles on Saturday. “I asked Stiles on a date and he said yes!” You couldn't contain your excitement.  It was too hard to give him the time to guess what you did so you decided to just tell him. 

“Wow, that's a big step for you.” Jacob smiled, glad to see you happy. He knew that after the last few months you had that you deserved all the happiness you could get. “When are you going? Your sister asked me to go to the movies with her and this Mike guy on Sunday night and I really don't want to have to deal with it all alone.” 

“Well, we’re hanging out Saturday afternoon so I'm totally free to go with you guys on Sunday.” Jacob had had a crush on Bella for as long as you could remember, but you knew that he didn't want to be stuck in an awkward situation with her and some other guy. 

“Sooooo?” Stiles drawled, “what exactly are we looking for? Or what exactly are you looking for?” You two had been out for about 2 hours now and so far all you had found was a puffy green jacket and a pair of fluffy brown socks, which you only bought because they matched Stiles eyes. 

“I don’t know yet. I guess I'll know when I see it.” Your reply was nonchalant but you knew exactly what you were looking for. You just didn't want to let him know before you actually found it. Last week when you and your dad were in town you had seen a book that Stiles had been talking about religiously and with his birthday coming up you thought it would be the perfect gift. 

“Do you want to grab lunch too or do you want to just eat at my house?” you ask him, not seeing the way he turns to look at you with heart eyes. 

“We can go to the diner after you're done shopping.” He suggests. 

“Yea totally.” 

That’s when you heard it, the loud rumble of laughter from a group of boys at the other end of the street. You both looked up to where the noise came from. A slight gasp came from your parted lips as you saw Quil and Embry play fighting with the other boys from Sam’s group. Your face dropped as the two boys seemed to look up in unison and lock eyes with you. 

“Do you know them? They look like they know you.” Stiles asked, looking over at you to see you in some kind of trance staring at them. “Hey, y/n/n? Are you okay?” 

That seemed to snap you out of whatever daze you were stuck in. You looked away from them and back to Stiles before nodding and grabbing his hand to drag him into the nearest building. Which happened to be the bookstore you were looking for in the first place. 

“Sorry about that, they were just some old friends of mine. We don't really talk anymore and I haven’t seen them in some time so it was kind of shocking.” The apology spilled out of your mouth before you could stop it but that make it untrue. It was hard seeing them like that, happy and having fun when they left you feeling the way that they did. But you also couldn't help feeling a sort of resentment at them. 

“Nah it’s alright.” He dismissed taking a look around the bookstore. You had completely forgotten why you were in this store for a second, but when you remembered you had to hurry and spot the book before he could. 

Luckily you were able to find it and discreetly buy it while he looked around the store and grabbed a few things off the shelfs. When he was done checking out you slipped your hand into his, locked fingers, and led him out of the store. 

They had never felt like this before. As they locked eyes with you they saw their future flash before their eyes. You, Embry, Quil, and a happy little family. The euphoria and sense of calm that washed over them as they saw all of this was the most exquisite feeling either of the boys had ever felt. It was like nothing they had ever experienced and they had an inkling that they would never feel it again without you. 

When they watched you grab that boy's hand and run off it was like their entire world came crashing down. Their hearts, now beating in unison, felt like they were cracking. Before they could ever have you, you were gone and with someone else. Embry looked away first, face crumbling under the weight of these newfound emotions. He had never felt anything so fast, and to have it all ripped away from him so suddenly felt like a knife right into his soul. 

Quill was no better. The two boys had always shared everything growing up, they were the closest to each other of all the pack members. So it made sense that they would imprint on the same girl. And of course that girl would be their childhood best friend. The same girl they pinned after for years before turning for the first time and never speaking to her again. It was the hardest thing they ever had to do, and now, because of their actions, they were reaping the consequences. 

The dejection and rejection they were feeling was amplified by each other, every emotion coursing through their veins heightened by what the other was feeling. They wanted to whine and curl up into a ball at your feet and beg you to forgive them for the rest of their lives if that's what it took to make it up to you. 

It seemed as though the other boys around them knew not to say anything. No teasing remarks or mocking jabs were taken at the expense of the boys. All of them could sense that Embry and Quil had just imprinted on you. Everyone saw the way that you ran off like the sight of them would burn you if you looked for too long. 

“Come on, I think it’s time to head back.” it was Sam who spoke up. Always the one to take charge and take the lead in situations where no one knew what to do. But even now, he was struggling to find the right words to say or the right actions to take that could help these boys. He had never heard of an imprintee rejecting their mate. 

“No, but, we should go talk to her.” Embry whined out. Just the thought of leaving you behind after just finding out that he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with you sounded like agony. He would rather never be able to shift again than leave without you. 

“I think it's pretty clear that she doesn’t want to talk to either of you right now. Give it time. Think about how you want to approach her, what you’ll say. Right now is not the time or place for any of this, especially after that reaction.” Sam reasoned. He knew that getting everyone back to the pack house right now was his only option. He couldn't let Quil or Embry do something stupid and impulsive that could put people in danger. 

Everyone could see the way that the two boys hesitated to do what Sam asked. The longing and desire to be with you, so present in their eyes that they were waiting for something to happen. So Sam did the only reasonable thing he could think to do in that moment, and he commanded everyone to head back to the pack house at that instant. 

Begrudgingly Embry and Quil did as they were told and turned around to head back to the house. Looking back every so often, while the shop you had disappeared into was still in sight, to see if they could catch another glimpse of you through the windows or see you leaving. Just as the shop was about to disappear from their view the door gently swung open and you walked out laughing, head thrown back and a hand on your stomach as you full body cackled at whatever the mystery boy you were with voiced. Said boy, who was holding your other hand as he exited the building after you.

It tore their hearts even further in two. So with their tails, real and figurative, tucked between their legs they made their way back. Heads hung low and spirits completely drained.

What had started out as a normal Saturday had officially become one of the worst days of their lives.

[gratelove]

i had an idea for a stiles stilinski fanfic but i'm too lazy to write it and i love ur style the most so here it is

stiles has had a crush on you for a while but you didn't know so when isaac asked you out to somewhere like a theme park, you were ecstatic (he said you could bring others and it could be like a group thing)

and basically stiles helps you pick out an outfit and drives you there but he's in an awful mood bc he's jealous

and at the theme park as the night escalates it ends in him telling you his feelings? idk if that works but i had a dream abt it

It’s Always Been You

I hope this is what you were looking for! I hope you enjoy! Thank you for your ask! ❤️

You stood in front of the mirror, holding up two different shirts. One was a casual red tee, soft and well-worn, and the other was a black tank top that hugged your figure a little more than you were used to. Stiles sat on your bed, scrolling on his phone, but his eyes kept darting up to watch you, the crease between his brows deepening every time you glanced his way.

“I don’t know,” you said, tossing both shirts on the bed with a sigh. “I want to look nice, but not like I’m trying too hard, you know?”

Stiles glanced up, barely hiding the frown tugging at his lips. “Yeah. Totally.” He picked up the red tee and held it up, appraising it like it held all the answers. “This one. It’s… you.”

You tilted your head, studying his expression. “You think?”

He nodded, but his smile was tight, almost forced. “Yeah, it’s… comfortable. Plus, it looks good on you.”

You grinned, relieved. “Thanks, Stiles. I knew you’d help.”

You pulled on the shirt and grabbed your backpack, throwing in a few essentials before slipping on your shoes. Stiles was still quiet, his gaze glued to the floor. You brushed it off, figuring he was just tired or maybe stressed about something supernatural. It was Beacon Hills, after all.

The drive to the theme park was filled with music and chatter. You kept the conversation light, but every time you looked over at Stiles, he seemed… off. His hands gripped the steering wheel a little too tight, his jaw clenched as if he was holding back something.

“You okay?” you asked, adjusting your seatbelt as he took a turn.

He glanced at you, his expression softening for a moment before the tension returned. “Yeah, just… long day. You know how it is.”

You nodded, though it didn’t seem like the whole truth. You didn’t press him, not wanting to ruin the mood. Isaac had asked you to join him at the park, and though he’d invited others to make it less of a date and more of a group hangout, you’d been excited at the thought of spending time with him. Isaac was sweet, funny, and he always knew how to make you laugh. It was nice.

The night started well enough. You rode a few rides with Isaac, screamed your lungs out on the roller coasters, and devoured enough cotton candy to make your head spin. Stiles stuck close but kept his distance, his smiles strained and his comments laced with an edge that made you pause. He watched you and Isaac like a hawk, his eyes narrowing every time Isaac made you laugh or put his arm around you.

At one point, you caught him watching you from across the game booth where Isaac was trying (and failing) to win you a stuffed bear. The look in Stiles’ eyes was something you hadn’t seen before—a mix of sadness, frustration, and something else you couldn’t quite place. When he noticed you staring, he looked away, pretending to be engrossed in a nearby shooting game.

The night continued like this: little stolen glances, Stiles’ mood dipping lower, and your own confusion mounting. You could feel the tension simmering just below the surface, but you didn’t know how to fix it—or if you even could.

The rest of the night was a blur of lights, laughter, and a strange, growing tension between you and Stiles. Isaac was his usual charming self, winning you a small stuffed animal after several failed attempts at the shooting game. You tried to enjoy the moment, but every time you glanced at Stiles, he looked a little more distant, a little more lost.

As the night wound down, you all decided to ride the Ferris wheel, but Stiles opted out, mumbling something about feeling queasy. You watched from above as he stood alone, hands shoved deep in his pockets, staring off into the distance.

After the ride, Isaac offered to walk you to your car, but Stiles quickly interjected, saying he was heading the same way. You waved goodbye to Isaac and followed Stiles through the parking lot, his footsteps heavy and his silence deafening.

The drive home was awkward. Stiles kept his eyes fixed on the road, the usual chatter between you replaced by an uncomfortable quiet. The only sound was the low hum of the radio, playing some old rock song that Stiles usually sang along to but now barely seemed to hear.

You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, stealing glances at him every few moments. The streetlights flickered past, casting shadows across his face, highlighting the tension in his clenched jaw.

“Are you still mad?” you asked finally, breaking the silence that had stretched too long.

Stiles’ grip on the wheel tightened, and he let out a long, frustrated sigh. “I’m not mad. I’m just—” He stopped himself, his words hanging in the air. “Never mind. It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you.” You leaned forward, trying to catch his gaze. “Talk to me, Stiles. Please.”

He pulled up in front of your house, turning off the engine but not making any move to get out. For a long moment, he just sat there, staring straight ahead, his fingers tapping an anxious rhythm on the steering wheel.

“Do you like him?” Stiles asked suddenly, his voice tight.

“Who? Isaac?” you replied, a little taken aback. “I mean, he’s kind, and charming, and funny.”

Stiles huffed, shaking his head. “That didn’t answer the question. It’s a simple yes or no.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, sensing something deeper beneath his frustration. Your own annoyance was growing at his attitude. “Why don’t you tell me why it matters so much? I asked you a question first. You answer it, and I’ll answer you.”

Stiles hesitated, his expression torn between anger and something softer, something vulnerable. His silence stretched out, and you could feel the weight of the unspoken words between you.

“You really want to know what’s bothering me?” he asked, turning to face you fully, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and vulnerability.

You nodded, heart racing. “Yeah, I do.”

“It’s you,” he said, his voice cracking. “It’s seeing you with him tonight, laughing and having fun while I’m stuck on the sidelines, pretending like it doesn’t kill me to watch.”

You blinked, the weight of his words settling in. “Stiles…”

“No, just—let me finish,” he interrupted, his voice suddenly fierce. “I’ve been in love with you for longer than I can even remember, and I’ve been too scared to say anything because I didn’t want to ruin what we have. But tonight… I couldn’t take it anymore. Watching you with Isaac, seeing how happy you were with him… it hurt. A lot.”

Your heart ached as you listened, realizing just how deeply he’d been holding all of this in. All the small moments, the lingering touches, the way he was always there when you needed him—it all suddenly made sense.

“Stiles,” you whispered, reaching out to touch his arm. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, his eyes closing briefly as he tried to hold back the emotions threatening to spill over. “I know. I didn’t want you to know. But I can’t keep pretending, not when it feels like I’m losing you.”

His confession hung heavy in the air, the raw honesty of his words leaving you breathless. You didn’t know what to say, but you knew one thing: this was Stiles, your Stiles, the boy who’d been by your side through everything, and you couldn’t bear the thought of losing him, too.

“Stiles,” you began softly, cupping his cheek with your hand. He leaned into your touch, eyes opening to meet yours, filled with a mix of fear and hope.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you asked gently.

“Because you deserve to be happy,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “And I didn’t want to be the one to ruin that for you.”

A small smile tugged at your lips as you brushed your thumb against his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin. “You’re not ruining anything. I didn’t know… but I’m glad you told me.”

His eyes searched yours, that flicker of hope growing a little brighter. “You are?”

You nodded, your smile widening. “Yeah, I am. Because it’s you, Stiles. It’s always been you.”

The relief on his face was immediate, his shoulders sagging as if a weight had been lifted. Before you could think, Stiles closed the distance, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was everything—soft, urgent, and filled with all the unspoken words between you. You kissed him back without hesitation, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if you’d been waiting for this moment just as long as he had.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless and smiling, Stiles rested his forehead against yours, his grin wide and genuine. “I’ve wanted to do that for a really long time.”

You laughed softly, your heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. “Me too.”

And as you sat there in his jeep, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s presence, you knew that whatever came next, you’d figure it out together.

Because it was always going to be you and Stiles.

[curses-of-the-void]

Dance with somebody - Derek Hale

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf

Wordcount: 1219

Warning(s): Mentions of sex, story about being bullied, age gap, MDNI

Summary: Winter Formal, dancing, it wasn't exactly her speed, but she's protective of her friends and family.

Sitting on the steps to the gym, she sighs as she rests her chin in her hand, watching couples come and go, music pulsating and lights flashing. When her brother and Stiles convinced her to come to the Winter Formal, she didn't think she'd have to dress for it, or that Stiles would have a date, and Scott would be stalking Allison, leaving her alone. So, she's been shoved, tucked, and zipped into a short dress, face caked with makeup, hair done up, and uncomfortable heels pinching her feet as she stands guard for any sign of the Alpha.

<Does Not Follow The Episode>

"You don't look like you're having fun." Derek says as he approaches the school, hands shoved into his pockets.

"It's a dance. I lost interest in dances, my Freshman year." She replies, looking down at him as he comes to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. "It's not like you, to crash a dance."

"What do you know about me?" He huffs, ad she shrugs, rubbing her arms for warmth.

"You put on a tough front, because you're afraid to be hurt, or to seem weak. You use anger to cope, to have some modicum of control. You refuse to acknowledge that you care too much, especially when it comes to your pack or family." She gives him a grin, as he frowns. "Psych paper's due next week. How'm I doin?" She asks, throwing an arm over her knee, and Derek shakes his head, climbing up and dropping onto the step next to her.

"See, maybe that's why Peter wants to eliminate you. You see too much."

"I just see what is in front of me." She answers, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. "I can't believe I came to this stupid thing. I can't believe that Scott asked me to, after-"

"After?" He urges her as she falls silent, and she shakes her head, rubbing her arms again.

"My first and last dance was Freshman year. I was super excited about "being an adult" and staying out late. Getting to dance with my friends, with a boy." She laughs weakly, shaking her head. "You said it before, that I'm the pushy type, I care too much and let it be known. Well, I was asked by this really popular kid, to the dance, and I got all dressed up, like now... I was stupid."

"What happened?" He asks, looking her over before he shrugs off his leather jacket, tossing it over her bare shoulders, making her jump, looking down at it, before looking over at him with a smile.

"I walked to the dance, because I was too excited to wait to be picked up, but when I got there, he was standing with a bunch of his friends, and they saw me, and started laughing. He asked if I really thought he was serious about asking me out, and then they all started throwing water balloons at me. Some of them were filled with paint, others with rotten eggs, or nasty fruits, and dirty water." She shrugs, not noticing Derek tensing his jaw, clenching his hands into fists. "Learned my lesson then. I'm pathetically hopeful, and people see that. They use it to hurt me, but I refuse to let them use it to hurt others."

"...I'm sorry." Derek apologizes, and she shifts in place, shrugging his jacket over her shoulders more.

"Happens. People are assholes. Can't trust em."

"You're a little young to have that point of view."

"Derek, I'm 19." He blinks in surprise at her. "I turn 20 in a few months. The only reason I'm still in school, is because Scott and I used to live with our dad, but we moved in with our mom when his drinking got out of control again. Mom thought it'd be best for me to start a grade lower than I was supposed to, because of our dad's negligence in our school lives." She looks at him with a sideways smirk. "I'm not that much younger than you."

"I thought you'd be like 18."

"Is that so?" She tilts her head, smirk growing as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes. "Is that why you've been flirting with me one minute, then acting cold the next?"

"I wasn't-"

"Not a child Derek, I know when someone's flirting with me."

"Sorry..."

"Don't be. At least I know you weren't being a creep." She laughs, shivering a bit as she stands, brushing the skirt of her dress down, and Derek frowns, standing to follow her down the steps. "I think the boys and I have the school covered. You can head out."

"Do you have a date, coming to sit with you?"

"Do you see me as the dating type? High school is all about short burnout romances, that last about a week- a month if you're lucky. Last thing I need is some kid mooning over me, once he gets his dick wet." Derek chokes on the sharp inhale he takes, and she smirks, reaching up to pat him on the shoulder. "I'm a big girl, Derek Hale. I know what I want, and I know what boys constantly think about." She laughs at the pallor that overcomes his face. "Too much?"

"Little bit." He replies, and she shrugs off his jacket, handing it to him, but he shakes his head. "Keep it on. You seem to be planning to stay out here all night, and it's just gonna get colder."

"Mm..." She steps closer to him, smile nervous but well hidden as she touches his arm. "Or, you could keep me warm."

"What?" His eyes are wide as she laughs.

"Not that way, weirdo. Dance with me!" She grabs his hand, and he moves easily, looking like he's breathing again after she shrugs on the jacket, then she sets his hands on her waist, then threads her arms around his neck as they start to sway to the slow music coming from the gymnasium. "You'll have to forgive me, if I step on your feet. I've never danced with someone that wasn't stepping on mine before."

"Scott?"

"And Stiles." She laughs softly, shaking her head as he spins her.

"Of course you'd dance with those two."

"For a long time, those two were the only boys who wanted to dance with me." She replies as he pulls her closer.

"Not anymore. You're too beautiful to sit on the sidelines anymore." The husky chuckle that escapes him at her blush makes her blush worsen, hiding her face in his neck. "You're so confident, up until you're complimented." She purposefully stomps on his toe, making him laugh again. "Feisty."

"You like it." She retorts, and he lifts her face with a finger under her chin.

"I do." She stiffens, blush growing hotter as he leans in, kissing her, and she giggles shyly as he pulls away, one of her hands raising to card into his hair, pulling him down to her as she kisses him, making him grin in return.

AN: In my state, you can be in high school until you're 21, then you're required to take the GED test, rather than get your diploma. I dunno about California. Thanks for reading and enjoying!

[kitchenisking]

Merry Christmas!

Knot What I Was Expecting by KnottheWolf - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,778, sterek)

Day 6- Creampie: Maybe Stiles shouldn’t have visited Derek while on the night of a full moon. That’s a lie. He totally would have done it again.

Wanting Stiles by BoBaJa- (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,985, sterek)

Waiting for his roommate to finish showering for a frat party, Derek can't resist relieving tension with his face buried in Stiles's sheets. He's done it before - and he knows how dangerous his crush has become, but he just can't help it. What's the worst thing that could happen?

But then Stiles catches him - and suddenly, Derek's wildest dreams are coming true.

Heaven is a Place on Earth by whentheywrite - (Rating: Mature, Words: 4,820, sterek)

Derek glanced up, eyes red, and Stiles promptly choked on his own breath. He was pretty sure he didn’t have a ‘yes sir’ kink but yeah, that could probably do it for him.

“You’re so loud,” Derek murmured, letting go of Stiles’s wrists to trace his fingers down Stiles’s chest. Stiles arched up against it and the man smirked.

“Too loud.”

“I don’t appreciate being shamed for my beautiful voice.”

Fourth time's the charm by An-a-droid (AnnaHawk) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 11,782, sterek)

Derek and Stiles have been together for a few months, and Derek won't let Stiles stay on top during sex, his instincts telling him to take and claim. Stiles enjoys it to a certain point, but decides to find a way to make Derek behave for once, no matter how many times he has to try.

It's Always Something, Even at Christmas by NephilimEQ - (Rating: Mature, Words: 20,386, sterek)

Stiles Stilinski is an accomplished FBI agent, an accomplished emissary, and a good friend and son...and also an emergency fake date? Even as something weird is starting to go on just a few days before Christmas in Beacon Hills, Derek comes to Stiles for help--to be his fake boyfriend for his work Christmas party. Excited, but also nervous, can he handle it all at the same time while still concealing his feelings for the werewolf that he's had a crush on since he first met him? Despite Erica's reassurance, Stiles worries...

Proximity by NadiaHart - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,963, sterek)

This was supposed to be a routine scouting mission. Go check out the creepy warehouse that suddenly appeared behind the abandoned movie theater off route 15; take some notes, maybe a photo or two. Do some basic recon and report back to the rest of the pack. That is decidedly not what happened. And now, standing chest-to-chest, squished into a shipping crate with Derek, Stiles absently wonders where he went wrong.

"Darling, you look perfect tonight." by EvanesDust - (Rating: G, Words: 500, sterek)

...the one where Stiles reminisces about the first time Derek proposed.

Fuck a Witch by Noname109 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,930, sterek)

“What do you need, Stiles?” Derek’s voice is raw and deeper than normal. Stiles holds his head back against the pillows and just breathes for a couple seconds. 

“I just... I need... fuck...” 

“Use your words, you’re good at that.” 

“Oh, fuck you.” 

“Mm, maybe later.” 

“Fucker.“

Who's Your Daddy? by victurius - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,597, sterek)

It starts out as a joke, Stiles calls Derek 'dad' when the alpha gives him a snappy order. What Stiles doesn't expect is how the joke seems to affect Derek... Or six times Stiles calls Derek 'daddy' and one time he does something about it.

I'm Your Alpha Now by HyperSonic - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,670, sterek)

Stiles goes to a club with his best buddy and alpha Scott, but leaves with a new alpha.

[sundrop-writes]

Something I thought of based on that last ask - the Teen Wolf characters dating someone who is already a teen parent. (Like the JT and Mia dynamic from TNG.)

You got pregnant early into high school with a guy who said he loved you and then turned into a total asshole after he got your V-card, and though being known as "the pregnant girl" at your old high school made you a social pariah, you loved your daughter more than anything and you were happy to move to Beacon Hills, looking for a fresh starts.

Stiles would be enamored with you from day one. He would be obsessed with your beauty, your smile, your laugh, the fact that you enjoy his sarcasm and his dorky jokes. He would be eager to partner up with you on a project because you didn't know anybody else in the class, and when you invited him over to your place to work on it, it's because you were under the impression that your parents were taking your daughter out for the afternoon and you could work in peace.

You didn't expect her to come running in the door partway through the project and trample over half the papers that you and Stiles had spread out on the floor in preparation for your posterboard - while you scolded her, Stiles was immediately smitten with her, on her level. He caught her and played tickle monster, asked her what she had been so excited about while you rushed to clean up the half torn pages.

When your mother rangled her back up and took her into another room for a snack, you rushed to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I thought they would be out for the rest of the afternoon-"

"It's fine, I totally get it." Stiles grinned, helping you clean up. "I mean I don't fully get it. I never had siblings. Lonely only child here."

Then it struck you. And you felt obligated to tell him the truth.

"She's not my sister." You said quietly. "Stiles... she's my daughter."

You mistook the look of shock on his face for one of disgust, and you rushed him out the door, assuring him that you would finish the project by yourself.

The next day at school, you caught Scott and Stiles staring at you, and you assumed that they were only saying the worst - saying the same things that the people at your old school had. But it was far from the case.

"She has a kid?" Scott gasped. "You've never had a girlfriend before and you want to start dating someone with a kid? Are you sure about this? You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

"I really like her." Stiles sighed. "And if there's just another little mini her... why is that a bad thing?"

Scott rolled his eyes.

Though you - in the same boat as Scott - could barely believe that Stiles wanted to date someone with a kid, he soon became the best boyfriend ever. Be was so attentive with your daughter, and the childish aspects of his personality actually worked out well because he befriended her quickly and wasn't above sitting on the floor to play tea party or dinosaurs with her.

But at the same time, he was wonderfully mature. He was more than understanding when you had to skip out on dates to spend time with her - and you knew that you had truly fallen in love with him when you ditched a movie with him to take care of your daughter because she had the flu and he showed up at your door with cough syrup, ice cream, soup, and a plushy for her and told you that he hoped she was okay.

(I could go on, but this post is so rambling lmao.)

(I also think Isaac would be sooo soft for somebody with a kid but that is for another post.)

[zethwritesss]

Heartthrob

modern au: actress!ellie x actor!reader, afab!r, reader plays a female character, but they/them pronouns are used for reader.

Warnings: cursing, no use of y/n, reader is not fem, angst, fluff, eventual; kissing, substance use and smut. ALSO SPOILERS FOR 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU!!

Synopsis: Following a recent heartbreak you promise to never fall for another person again. Ironically you’ve been chosen to play a lead role alongside oscar-winning, Ellie Williams. Ellie is an actress you’ve looked up to since you started your acting journey. “10 things i hate about you” is a lesbian rom-com parody of the 1999 film of the same name. Despite the acting being a breeze you’ve encountered a major problem; can you and Ellie keep the romance on the set only?

word count: over 1k

Authors note: i don’t know how long this fic will end up being but your support and reblogs are very appreciated! also enjoy the little phone call audio!! i watched the movie last night and rip heath:((( GO WATCH THE GODDAMN MOVIE IF YOU HAVENT ALTHOUGH THIS IS A SFW POST MINORS AND MEN DONT INTERACT

soooo… with out further adieu:

Heartthrob: The Prologue

The clock read 7:04pm, you were situated in your tiny apartment located in L.A. Your phone buzzed, you picked it up quickly, excited that your crush, Freya had texted you. You and Freya had matched on a dating app over a month ago and things were going good so far.

Your heart sunk to your chest, your hands began to shake as you felt that familiar pain of heartbreak seep back into you. It's a feeling that you hate with every fiber of your being. It is one that leaves you unable to function for days on end. The girl who you had stupidly fallen for unfortunately had commitment issues, you mourned what you two could’ve had, the dates you could’ve gone on and you couldvt watched the cheesiest of rom coms together. “I will never fall for another girl again” you promised yourself, now ever so aware of the pain that loving someone can cause you to experience. You decided to send your friend Dina a message.

Speaking of rom coms you’re supposed to hear if you got the lead role for “10 things i hate about you'' the highly-anticipated, sapphic parody of the 1999 movie of the same name, starring Juilia Stiles and Heath Ledger. The role you auditioned for was for Kat Stratford, an abrasive but beautiful girl, who’s temperament leads her to not attract many women- and the rule her father has placed, which is that Kat’s younger sister can’t date unless Kat herself has a date. Over the course of the film Kat falls for a girl named Sarah.

Sarah is portrayed by Oscar-award winning actress Ellie Williams, Ellie has made herself well known as the lesbian heartthrob of the 2020s. Her presence sends any lesbian onto their knees, turning them into nothing but a muttering-stuttering gay-panic.

Thinking about working alongside her gave you chills and made your stomach do flips. You and Ellie were roughly around the same age, but she felt way out of your league. You’ve always looked up to Ellie since you saw her in her breakout film. She was an extremely talented actress, and has definitely made a name for herself.

You hear your door unlock. “Hey, I'm here! Where are you?” Dina says with a worried tone in her voice, she knows when you don’t give her much context to the situation that something has definitely happened.

“'m over here” you reply quietly.

Dina walks into your living room. You’re curled up in a ball on the couch, eyes red and puffy from crying. “Aww noo- what happened?”

“Freya and i- fuck… w- we didn’t work out.” You said, in between sobs, Dina hugged you, her hand rubbing your back as she held you. “I am so sorry to hear that- what can I do to help you out here hun? You’re pretty distraught”

“I- i don’t know Dina.” you said, quietly. “Maybe a distraction could help?”

“Ooh! Why dont you tell me about that role you auditioned for!?”

“oh yeah! You’ve seen the original movie right?”

“Yep I have! I’m really excited to see how this movie turns out!” Dina said, smiling, you could tell she was really excited.

“i auditioned for Kat Stratford- i don’t think i’ll get it though- OH FUCK- they haven’t even called me back yet!” You said to Dina, starting to get worried that they wouldn’t call you back.

You were an anxious, emotional heart-broken mess and desperately needed that lead role. Having that lead role would give you something to look forward to. Your phone rang, you quickly picked it up, hands shaking as you anxiously awaited your results. You set your phone down on the coffee table and set it to speaker.

“Hey, this is Jessica! You auditioned for the role of ´Kat Stratford’ in ‘10 things i hate about you’ right?”

“mhm- yep that’s me!”

You twiddle your thumbs together. “deep breaths” you tell yourself. You and Dina looked at eachother.

“Well congratulations! you got it!”

“Oh my god!! Thank you so much! I really needed to hear this.” you said, as a sigh of relief went through your entire body.

“Wait before you hang up, I've got someone else who wants to talk to you! Give me a minute as I transfer you over to her”

You and Dina were freaking out, excited butterflies erupting in your stomach. Dina had brought you into a very tight hug.

The phone switched over to the other person on the other end.

“Hey! It’s Ellie here! I wanted to congratulate you personally on the role, it’s well deserved! I'm really excited to meet you and work alongside you! I'll see you at the script reading on Monday!” Dina gasped and you put your hand over your mouth in shock.

“Oh my gosh it's such an honour to meet you Ellie!”

“And the same to you, you’ve got quite the talent for acting! Also feel free to write down my number, It’d be good for us to get to know each other before we start!”

“Yeah! Sounds good!” Out of the corner of your eye you saw Dina writing down Ellie's number on her notes app! “Thank god for Dina she’s a lifesaver for real” you thought to yourself.

“Don’t be shy and shoot me a message!! Really looking forward to connecting with you! Take care and see you soon.”

“Bye Ellie!”

“see ya later!”

Ellie hung up the phone and you looked at Dina, no words could come out of your mouth at the moment- your mouth hanged open in shock. You and Dina squealed and you two started jumping up and down out of the euphoria you were feeling.

“DINA- WHAT. THE. FUCK. WAS THAAATTTT…”

“I DONT KNOW but i'm so happy for you! you’ve worked your ass off man!! This is well deserved!” Dina exclaimed.

“Dina give me her number- WOAH that sounds unreal. Ellie Williams herself gave me HER NUMBER LIKE WHAT THE FUCKKKKK!!! All of the stans would kill to have those 9 digits! Is this a dream? Dina, slap me please!”

You said, your brain trying to process what happened.

Dina slapped you hard on the arm. “OW- Yep i’m definitely not dreaming”

“NO you are not-”

Your heart was still broken but you had something to hope for and something to look forward to, which really helps you move on. And Dina helps you too, Dina gives you that shoulder to lean on, she’s always got your back and you’ve always got hers!

TAGLIST: @m-3-ijiworld @anchoeritic @no-nameno-face @dropsofs4turn @little-star-bun @girlescapes @elliespookie

[inlovewhithafairytale]

You're beautiful just the way you are

teen wolf imagine

Summary: Yn gets tricked into thinking the most popular guy in school want to go to the winter formal with her, but he just did it as a dare and leaves her hanging. But stiles her best friend sees and tells her how he feels

Stiles x reader imagine

Warnings: I don't even know ow if I should put warning but there may be slight bullying and body shaming

"Hey Yn"

Yn turned away from her locker to see Matthew Owen' walking toward her.

She furrowed her eyebrows as the senior approached her.

"Hey Yn, I was uh, wondering if you'd want to go with me to the winter formal" he asked her with a dashing smile that made yns cheeks turn red.

"You..you want to go out with me" she stammered"like a date?"

The browned haired boy laughed and gave her a small smile " of course like a date, soooo..... do you want to come with me?"

Yn smiled wildly and blushed as she hugged her books close to her body "yes I'd like to"

"OK then so I'll pick you up at seven?" He asked her leaning against the lockers

"Yeah sure" she answered giving a slight nod

"OK then" and Matthew leaned down and gave her a kiss in the cheek and walking away down the hallway.

Yn stood there her mouth slightly agape and her cheeks rosy.

"Wow was that Mathew Owen's?" Asked a voice behind her. She turned around to see her life long friend and crush stiles.

" yesss!!!" She screeched containing her excitement " he asked me out"

Stiles raised his eyebrows at the shorter girl" excuse me what?! What do you mean he asked you out!?"

"He asked me to the winter formal!" Yn explained" as his date"

" Yn have you seen the type of girls he goes out with?" Demanded stiles " he goes out with those ridiculously hot girls, and those slutty tipes. He doesn't just want you as his date." He started whispering loudly to her and waving his hands around " he just wants to strip you in hi-"

" Wow stiles slow down dude" yn winced cutting him off" first of what the hell? And second what are you so amazed he asked me out?" She asked him cooking her head to the side.

Stiles pursed his lips" because you're not that type of girl that would simply just have sex with any guy, hes probably just playing you." He answered her "that's not you Yn, you're simply not the type"

Yn blinked up at him as if he had just slapped her, not the type. Of course, he's right she's not one of those sexy girls or even the cute ones she was just. Her. Her flat skinny girl that nobody thought of.

"Yn I didn't mean it like that-" stiles started. But yn shook her head and cutting him off.

"You're right I'm nobody's type" and she slammed the door of her locker shut and walked out of the school

"Dude what happened?" Asked Scott coming up behind his best friend staring as Yn walked away.

Stiles turned around ti face him and rubbed his forehead" shit I messed it up, Matthew asked her to be his date to the winter formal"

Scott slowly nodded and then it struck him " but Matthew only dates the slutty girls! Yns nothing like that, what if hes just playing her?"

"I know and I told her, and it sounded as if I was telling her she was nobody's type" sighted stiles out.

"Dude that's messed up"

" I didn't mean it obviously!"

" shes your type"scott told stiles

" exactly".

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"maybe he's late" suggested yns younger brother Cory as yn paced around the room.

"Or maybe he just forgot and is off with that Jenny or something" replied Yn as she held her phone in her hands waiting for Matthew to show up and take her to the school.

"You look good by the way"cory complemented his sister.

She stopped and gave him a small smile "thanks cory"

A horn sounded outside.

Cory stood up"thats lucas" he informed yn who had stopped her pacing.

Yn sighted and went to open the door.

Her brothers boyfriend stood in the front door

"Hey yn how are you?" He asked her

Yn pulled up a tired smile and stood aside to let him in." I'm here alright. You k ow Mathew? Well he's supposed to be my date and he hasn't showed up."

" You can drive with us if you'd like. He's probably at the school anyway" offered Lucas.

"You guys don't mind?" She asked sheepishly.

" no of course not" they both answered.

Once at school yn stepped out of the car and lived the boys alone and walked toward the building.

Just as she entered the school she saw Matthew's Ferrari in the school parking lot and made her way inside breeskly stopping to maybe rearrange her hair and put on some more lip gloss.

Once she entered she was drowned by the lights and the music, people dancing and cheap fruit punch.

She looked around for the senior but failed, but then she saw one of his friends and walked over to them.

"Um.. hi? Have you guys seen Mathew around?"

"Wow and you are?" Asked one of the boys staring her up and down as if she was a toy.

"I'm yn? Matthew's date"she answered feeling uncomfortable with the guy looking at her like that.

"OH God really?!"asked one of the Girls" oh you're the one we dared him to ask out" she said and looked at the boy who was holding her by the waist, and the boy looked at her recognition ritten all over his face.

"OH yeah right! Damned that boy played it bad uh?" He said laughing at her

"What do you mean?" Yn asked them feeling as if her heart had just fallen to her feet.

"Go look at it yourself" answer the girl shrugging" he's over at the back"

Yn nodded at them and walked over to the back tears pulling in her eyes.

Stiles who was sitting in one of the tables next to Issac and Lydia stood up to follow her when he saw her face.

When he finally found her after losing her in the crowd. She was standing looking over at a Mathew who was making out with Jenny, ironically just as Yn had predicted.

"OH shit"he muttered and followed yn as she exited the gym and into the hallway.

Yn let ot a chocked sob as she scaped from the crowd, the music. She should have known, she should have known not to have hope or to fantasize. She should have listened to stiles.

"Hey Yn" she heard stiles calling her as he ran toward her, she quickly wiped her tears away and chocked down her sobs.

She turned around to meet him. Stiles looked down at her and started to say something but she stopped him

"Yes I know, I should have believed you, he was just playing me." Yn cleaned a fresh tear that had fell down her cheek" I'm nobody's type im just the flat girl that everybody talks to when they need something"

Stiles instead of saying anything just hugged her as she cried into his shirt, probably staining it but stiles didn't really care.

"That's not true" he told her" you're my type"

Yn slowly pulled away and looked up at him with her tear stained face.

" you may not be anyone's type, but you're mine, and I think you're beautiful just the way you are. Yn Bryant you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I never ever ever want to hear you say other wise"

Yn looked up to his serious face, stiles never really had a serious face but he had now, she looked into his hazel eyes and tried to read him, to see if he was joking or something, but he meant it. It looked like he really meant it.

" you mean it?" She whispered up to him.

"I've never been more serious in my whole life" he whispered back at her. And slowly leaned down. It felt more as if he was asking her if he should. If she really wanted to. And yn leaned up, closing her eyes not k owing what to expect.

The kiss was warm and it filled all her expectations and more. And she got a little confident and kissed him back, moving their lips in the same slow motion. When stiles pulled away. Yn kept her eyes closed for a moment longer, her lips tugging into a gentle smile.

Stiles chuckled and she opened her eyes smiling broadly.

"I meant it yn, I mean it. I really like you, since that day that you gave me half your sandwich back in 4th grade"

Yn giggled" I've liked you longer. Since the day that you presented yourself as mysljsjlajsk" she said pronouncing his name as gibberish.

"That's not how it's said"stiles told her wincing

The stood there for a moment and before it maybe started becoming uncomfortable stiles took both of her hands and told her " that's one of my favorite songs, just don't tell anyone. "

Yn listened and heard a thousand years by Christina parri playing in the background.

"Geez that's so cheezy" she joked "it's one of my favorites too"

"Then, may I have this dance with you ?" Stiles asked her and yn smiled as the dark-haired boy.

"You certainly may"

As they swayed to the music. There and then in the hallway. Stiles leaned down to yn's ear.

"Would you be my girlfriend?" He whispered.

Yn looked up at him and gave him a small smile.

"Only if you really think I'm pretty" she answered jokingly.

"OH I think you're pretty alright" he answered winking down at her.

So I wrote this imagine because I don't really like my body and I'm not really anyone's type. So I thought why not make an imagine and help people who dislike their body like me. So I just want you all to know that you're beautiful, you're perfect and that one day we will find of "type". So I love you all &lt;;3

A.N I'm also taking request.!

You all!!! Almost a hundred likes!!! Thank you guys so much, you have no idea how much it means. This is literally the peak of my writing hobby. Thanks... all of you my beautiful, gorgeous people. Love you!!!

[maria021015]

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR CHAPTER 33!

“Are you sure you wanna go through with this, Scotty?” Stiles whispered in a questioning tone as the wolf pushed open the front door to a dingy little tattoo parlour downtown. The neon sign in the window was the main source of light in the dark alleyway.

“I don’t think his answer has changed from the other three times you asked him on the drive over here,” Zaida pointed out with a roll of her eyes as she followed closely behind Scott. She was starting to get good at handling her feelings around Stiles now, even though it did nothing to calm the way her heart raced or how her cheeks flushed whenever he brushed past her. There was nothing much else she could do about that though, save for waiting for her affections to pass. As the werewolf spoke to the man at the front counter, her eyes roved over the stencils on display on the walls, catching on some beautiful fine-line floral designs.

“Why are you even here?” Stiles shot back at her. She’d sort of showed up at Stiles’ house and invited herself as an excuse to avoid going with Allison and Lydia tonight. It was the Argents’ first day back in Beacon Hills and Zaida was not looking forward to the awkwardness between her and Allison resuming right where they left off.

“My other option was to go with the girls to a ‘hang-out’ Lydia organised that she claims was definitely not a triple date. Though she’s kind of right. It’s not a date so much as a hook-up.” Zaida shrugged and Stiles let out a choked sound. “Needless to say, I’m not interested.”

“Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture…” The burly tattoo artist looked down at the scrawled visualisation Scott handed him as he sat in the chair with Stiles and Zaida standing around him. It was a scribbled sketch of two lines of varying thickness - not exactly the most informative design.

“Hey, Scott! You sure you don't want something like this?” Stiles snickered and held up a sample folder, which opened to a page with a black ink creature that looked eerily akin to the Kanima. Scott stared at his friend with a raised brow. “...Too soon? Yeah…”

As the tattoo artist prepared his ink and sterilised his tools, Stiles grimaced once more. “I don't know, man. Are you sure about this? I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know?”

“I'm not changing my mind.” Scott insisted, evidently excited about it.

“Okay, but why two bands?” The boy asked his friend, not quite understanding the purpose of something so seemingly unimportant.

“I just like it.” Scott shrugged, and honestly, that reasoning checked out for him. He wasn’t the kind of guy to think too deeply about anything and it was something Zaida had grown fond of.

“But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning?” Stiles tried to make sense of it. “You know, or something?”

“Getting a tattoo means something.” The werewolf pointed out eagerly.

“I don't think that's-” Stiles began sceptically, but the tattoo artist nodded in support of Scott and scooted his wheely chair closer, preparing to start.

“He's right. Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word ‘tatua’ means "to leave a mark," like a rite of passage.” The man explained.

“Yeah, see? He gets it!” Scott nodded enthusiastically.

He's covered in tattoos, Scott-” Stiles scoffed, eyeing the man’s inked skin stretching down both of his arms in completed sleeves. “Literally.”

“God, I wish Xander was as cool as Melissa,” Zaida shook her head, watching on longingly as the artist hovered the needle over Scott’s left bicep. Scott’s Mom had signed the permission slip for Scott to get his tattoo, and she’d even allowed him to buy a motorcycle with the money he’d saved up from working at Deaton’s.

“Okay, you ready?” The man double-checked. “You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?”

“Nope!” Scott answered excitedly, raring to go, and the tattoo gun hummed to life.

“I tend to get a little squeamish, though, so…” Stiles said weakly, scratching his face as he peered at the needle puncturing Scott’s skin again and again at rapid speed. Within seconds, Stiles was on the floor with a loud thud, and Zaida’s head snapped towards where the boy had only just been standing.

“Oh God, what do we do?” She asked in concern, rushing to his side to check him for any injuries, but he seemed fine.

“Just leave him there. Carlos will get him.” The tattoo artist answered her casually, not so much as batting an eyelid.

Surely enough, a younger guy who looked to be in his early twenties came over from one of the back rooms, nodding to her before pulling Stiles’ limp form up and half-carrying, half-dragging him over to a small couch by the front window, just a few feet away from where Scott was being tattooed. “It happens more often than you’d think. He’ll be awake in no time.” He smirked at her, looking her up and down with grey eyes. His tousled black hair brushed the top of his eyes. “See?” He added when Stiles shifted and groaned, starting to come back into the land of consciousness.

“You look a bit young to be a tattoo artist,” She struck up a conversation with the guy, noting the lack of ink on his body. He had a few small, tasteful tattoos along his forearms and a tooth hanging from one ear, but that was all.

“I’m still an apprentice.” The boy - Carlos - gave her a lazy half-shrug. “I noticed you looking at my sample book when you came in. My work is at a discounted price, but for a pretty girl like you…I could hook you up with something on the house, if you want?”

“You do fine-line?” She raised a brow, her curiosity piqued. He must have thought she was of age, and she wasn’t about to correct him if she could get a free tattoo out of it. She’d always wanted one. “I’ve heard it’s a difficult style.”

“Yeah, it is. But I’m great with my hands,” He winked at her and Stiles scowled at him as he clutched the top of the couch to haul himself into a seated position.

“Hey, buddy? She’s sixteen.” Stiles warned threateningly and Carlos’ grin dropped from his face. “Oh, and did I mention, my dad’s the Sheriff?”

The boy immediately left without so much as another glance in her direction, and Zaida glared at Stiles, crossing her arms over her chest. “You just cost me a free tattoo.”

“Yeah, and I just saved him from a court case.” He snorted and pulled himself to his wobbly feet.

“You’re as pale as a sheet, Stilinski. Sit back down.” She rolled her eyes and pushed his shoulder, forcing him back onto the couch as she sank into the seat beside him. “I can’t believe you actually fainted.”

“And I can’t believe you were actually letting that guy flirt with you to get a free tattoo. Seriously, his lines were awful. ‘I’m great with my hands’? What was that? That’s disgusting.” Stiles gagged. “You know as the oldest of this particular trio it’s my responsibility to make sure you two make good decisions, and neither of you is making it easy for me!” He called out purposefully so that Scott would hear him, turning to look back at the boy who was still under the needle and immediately regretting it when he felt queasy again.

“We’re all the same age, you bozo.” She shook her head, not counting the months that were undoubtedly between their birthdays.

“Nope, think again little-Xander,” He smirked. “I’m seventeen.”

“Little-Xander?” She repeated the nickname with an upturned nose. “Also, since when? I could have sworn you were sixteen.”

“Yeah, you’re exactly like him. You’re both stubborn smart-asses with a mean right hook and a temper. And I was sixteen. Until I turned seventeen.” Stiles shot back with infuriating smugness and she narrowed her eyes at him, forcing him to yield. “Okay fine, my birthday was April eighth.”

“Shut up, there's no way!” Her jaw dropped open in surprise, but she could tell he wasn’t lying. “But that was ages ago! Why didn’t you tell me? Did you guys do something for your birthday without me?”

“No, we…uh, we didn't do anything for my birthday.” His playful mood died down and she could tell she’d struck a nerve. April eighth, why did that date ring a bell?

“Oh,” She realised. That was why. It was the night of the Lacrosse grand final, when he’d been kidnapped and beaten by Gerard Argent, and she’d been worried out of her mind.

“Yeah,” Stiles nodded somberly, knowing she’d figured it out. Thankfully, the morose atmosphere was cleared when Stiles picked up a sample folder and pointed out a fine-line tattoo design of a long-stemmed rose. “That would look nice on you.”

“I thought you didn’t like tattoos?” She asked him with a raised brow.

“Doesn’t matter what I like, it’s your body and you like them.” He shrugged genuinely and her heart warmed at his sentiments. “Plus, you could make anything look pretty.”

Zaida suddenly regretted her choice of hairstyle for today as she found herself unable to hide her blush behind her hair as she usually did. Instead, she fanned herself, pretending it was due to the temperature of the shop. “Phew, is it hot in here?”

“Nope, just you.” Stiles winked and she knew it was a joke, but her heart stopped.

“Oh, man…” Scott groaned from the passenger seat of the Jeep, pulling up his shirt sleeve to inspect the bandaged tattoo.

“You okay?” Stiles asked him, eyes flickering off the road for only a second before he refocused.

“Kinda burns…” Scott winced, gripping his bicep tightly.

“Yes, you just had your skin stabbed about one hundred thousand times with a needle…” Stiles’ words were dripping with sarcasm.

“Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this.” Scott reasoned and groaned in pain. “No, it's definitely not supposed to feel like this! Oh, I gotta take this thing off!”

“No, no, no, no, Scott!” Stiles pleaded with a horrified expression as his best friend tore the bandage off to reveal his fresh wound. Zaida, on the other hand, peered over the seat for a better look. “Oh, Scott, please stop!”

“Oh, no! What? No, no, come on!” Scott sighed in disappointment as the ink faded away back to his normal tanned skin tone. “It healed.”

“Aw, thank God. I hated it.” Stiles wrinkled his nose and blurted out in relief. Scott frowned at him. “...Sorry.”

“What happened to ‘it’s your body’?” Zaida snorted and the boy ignored her jab.

“I can’t believe summer break is already over.” He changed the subject instead.

“Tell me about it, I was grounded for the whole thing.” Zaida huffed. “I am absolutely dreading school tomorrow.”

“Hey, at least Allison will be back.” Stiles nudged Scott with his elbow, trying to cheer up the boy who was now moping about wasting his money on a tattoo that lasted like ten minutes.

“That’s if she’s even gonna show up,” Scott mumbled back, not having heard Zaida and Stiles’ conversation at the shop earlier.

“You haven’t spoken to her at all?” Zaida questioned. She’d have thought they’d at least have messaged each other a few times, but Scott had clearly not talked with the girl, otherwise, he’d know she was returning to Beacon Hills High.

“Nah, we agreed to give each other the summer - no texts, no calls,” Scott explained. “And after everything that happened, I'm not sure she's coming back at all…”

“I think she is,” Stiles said as they pulled up at a red light beside a much smaller car. The road was completely empty at this time of night. The boy turned his attention to that black car next to them. “I'd say it's pretty definite, you know...Like, one-hundred-percent…”

Zaida instantly recognised it, and though Scott might not have noticed whose car it was, he certainly recognised the two girls inside of it. “What are the chances?” She shook her head with a snort.

“Oh, my God! Oh-” The werewolf panicked, his dark eyes going wide as he sank in his seat. “Can we just drive, please? Stiles?”

“Scott, it's a red light!” Stiles exclaimed in exasperation.

“It’s not like that’s stopped you before,” Zaida reached over the seat to lightly slap the boy’s shoulder. “Come on, have a bit of mercy for your best friend.”

“I think we should talk to her. I just think we should say something.” Stiles leaned over Scott to roll down his window as the werewolf began to lose his shit.

“No! No, no, Stiles! Come on! Oh, my God, dude, no!” The wolf floundered, but Stiles ignored him and plastered a broad smile onto his face.

“Hey!” He called out but the black Beetle beside them simply sped off in response, straight through the red light. Stiles pulled back from Scott’s window with a casual shrug. “...You know, they probably didn't see us.”

“I think they saw you, Stiles.” Zaida scoffed and shook her head. “Hence the dramatic exit.”

“What are you doing?” Scott freaked out as the light turned green and Stiles resumed along the same road, pulling up behind the girls’ car.

“I'm driving...?” His brows furrowed, not quite getting what Scott didn’t understand about that.

“We're right behind them.” The wolf whined, gesturing at the black Beetle in front of them.

“Okay, well, do you see any turns?” The boy pointed out with a huff.

“I don't want it to look like we're following them…” Scott explained his thought process.

“It’s not like we have a whole lot of options right now, Scotty boy. It’s either we keep going like any normal person would, or we just break in the middle of the road like crazy people and wait for them to get far enough ahead before continuing.” Zaida rose to Stiles’ defence.

“Is that what you want me to do? I can stop.” The boy offered and Scott looked at them both with his mouth opening and shutting like a goldfish, not being able to decide which option was better right now. “What do you want me to do?”

“I don't know - anything?” Scott exclaimed in frustration and Stiles slammed on the brakes, throwing Zaida forwards so her rib cage went barrelling into the seat she was currently leaning over, effectively knocking the air flat out of her lungs.

“So you chose the crazy people option?” She wheezed out through laboured breathing, clutching her chest as it ached.

“Wait, they just stopped too.” Scott peered through the darkness, and he was right. The black Beetle had come to a pretty sudden stop too.

A sudden wave of sickening anxiety washed over Zaida, and she held up her hand for both of the boys to see how violently her body was shaking. “Something’s wrong.”

Stiles immediately flipped the gear shift into park and threw his door open, pulling his seat forward for her to clamber out of the back. He offered her his hand to help her jump down, and she accepted it, too busy worrying about Allison and Lydia to allow herself to blush at his touch as she now usually would. A loud smashing of glass echoed through the silence, snapping all three of their heads towards the Beetle. None of them wasted time, sprinting over as both girls got out of the car.

“Are you okay?” Scott got there first, and Stiles was next, going straight to Lydia.

“It came out of nowhere!” The redhead cried out and Zaida averted her eyes as Stiles checked her over for any injuries. She turned her head instead towards the windshield where the largest buck she’d ever seen had apparently crashed straight through the centre of the windshield - its neck lacerated by broken glass and its pelt soaked in blood.

“It ran right into us!” The redhead reported in a shaky voice.

“Are you okay?” Scott asked Allison tenderly, and the taller girl nodded her head.

“Well, I'm not okay! I am totally freaking out!” Lydia interrupted hysterically. “How the hell does it just run into us? I saw its eyes right before it hit us, and it was like it...It was like it was crazy.”

“Animals don’t just commit suicide,” Zaida murmured, walking around the bonnet with the shattered windshield crunching beneath her shoes. She reached out for the buck, her fingertips just barely grazing its fur before Stiles lunged forward and pulled her away.

“Careful, there’s glass everywhere.” He said with concern etched into his furrowed brows.

“It was scared,” Scott corrected Lydia’s assessment of the creature.

“...Actually, terrified.” Zaida agreed, holding up her still-shaking hand to the moonlight. She and Stiles exchanged worried glances. Her mother had warned them something was coming to Beacon Hills. Maybe it would arrive sooner than they’d thought.

[moistvonlipwig]

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

:D

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

Probably i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart) just because it's so damn long (40k+ words!!!) and I worked so hard on it, and since it's a gen fic in the very shipping-heavy OUAT fandom it doesn't get as much love as shippy fics do, so I'm always very happy when I get comments on it. But also strophe, antistrophe, catastrophe because I like chatting with other Queen's Thief fans.

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

What is a 'plantser'...someone who...plants seeds? Metaphorically??? Anyway, it kind of depends on the fic, but by and large I plan a little and then I just see what happens. I do tend to write my fics out of order though.

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

Kira Yukimura from Teen Wolf!!! I have a Kira-centric WIP in the books and by 'WIP' I mean I have some ideas and a snippet of a conversation written. But I'm excited to some day dig into that fic for real. It's a heist fic though so it will require Actual Planning.

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

Well, I like to noodle around with planning rewrites of seasons/arcs of various shows (and sometimes rewrites of the whole entire show 😳), but truthfully I doubt they will ever get written beyond outline/note form. Honestly it's usually more of a thought experiment than anything else. Like, if I had infinite time I might write them up in full but as it is I don't know that they're truly "WIPs". (To give you an idea, so far I have ideas for rewrites of Angel Seasons 4 & 5, Once Upon a Time Season 5, Supergirl Season 5, Supergirl Season 6, a full-series rewrite of Supergirl, a full-series rewrite of The Owl House, and a full-series rewrite of Once Upon a Time.)

Also, it started as a joke and I have yet to come up with an actual plot that would justify the concept, but I dearly love the idea of writing a Teen Wolf fic in which Stiles & Derek have to fake-date to save Scott's life or something similar and they come out of the experience disliking each other even more than they did going in. Hate Wins <3

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

Hm, is this supposed to be one of my own fics, or someone else's? I guess for my own fics, I would say my Angel fic Pig in the City. For someone else's, I'll go with the Wicked fic The Thrill, Basis Determined my old buddy Frances/@ridiculousmavis.

[daintylovers]

Young Loves

1.4 Magic Bullet

Teen Wolf x Aurora Young (oc)

"So, Derek isn't the one who bit Scott?" I questioned Stiles. From what the spaz just told me, Scott paid our friend a visit last night.

"Nope," he said, popping the p for dramatics.

"Then...who did?"

"That's the best part," he said, getting really excited, "No one knows." and then his face dropped and he looked as miserable as I felt. I seriously needed to start catching up on my sleep.

"Why don't we ever know anything?"

He slung his arm around my shoulder, walking me to my class, "Because, Rory, we are idiots!"

"Being an idiot isn't fun" I grumbled.

****

After class, I met up with Lydia and Allison for our next class.

"We're just studying together." I heard Allison start.

"Ally, don't you know that just studying is never just studying?" I chimed in, scaring the girl a little.

"Jeez Rory, could you try not to sneak up like that. My heart's going a mile a minute." she laughed.

Lydia interjected, "She's not wrong though. Studying is never just studying. It's like getting into a hot tub- someone always manages to cope with a feel."

Watching Allison's face drop a little, I held onto her arm, resting my head on her as we walked. "If it's any consolation, I would totally ask to cope a feel in the hot tub," I said, both girls erupting into giggles.

"Wait, wait, wait, you would ask her but not me? Your first best friend?"

"Sorry Lyd's, I figured we were just naturally on that level. But if it makes you feel extra special, I'll ask twice for you."

The redhead smiled, "Thank you Aurora, how generous."

Allison steered the conversation back, clearly nervous, "Guys, seriously though, what's that supposed to mean?"

We all knew she knew exactly what it meant, but her asking just confirmed she had it bad for Scott.

"Just make sure he covers up" Lydia shrugged.

"Lyd's, you don't seriously think they're gonna have sex tonight?"

"Why not? Jackson and I did it on our second date. This is what, your third?"

Ally and I let out matching nervous laughs, I'm guessing for similar reasons. Noticing our shy demeanor, Lydia continued, "Okay, fine. But maybe just give him a little taste."

At the same time, Ally and I asked, "What's a little taste?"

"Jesus, you guys are like matching Disney Princesses, with wide eyes. A little taste is whatever you're comfortable doing. It's supposed to be low stakes, if Scott's who we think he is. Everything will be fine, stop worrying."

Allison seemed satisfied with that answer and dropped the subject. While I couldn't stop thinking about it. It wasn't my business to know how far they would go tonight. But I knew Scott was a virgin. I was guessing Allison was one too.

And I sure as hell was one.

Suddenly I was starting to feel very left out of the sexual sphere that everyone else seemed to be occupying to some extent.

Omg was I a loser virgin who couldn't drive?

****

I was lost in my thoughts the rest of the day, insecurity eating me alive.

I was pretty, smart, funny, and popular. Fuck- I was a catch.

But why had I never had a boyfriend? Or even just a moment of fumbling around awkwardly with someone. No first kiss. No anything.

I was so preoccupied with myself that I didn't notice the body in front of me until I crashed into it.

Like a brick wall, the figure didn't move but made sure to grip my waist so I wouldn't fall on impact.

Catching my breath, I looked up to see my biggest fan, whose grip was getting tighter by the minute.

"Derek! What the fuck!" I yelped, stepping away instantly.

I'll give it to him. On average, he could be cute, if he wasn't so scary.

But right now? It looked like he was being cast off the earth, pale and evil-looking. Like he was being possessed by some sort of ancient spirit who was using his body as a vessel and decimating it by the second.

"Aurora," he wheezed out, "I need Scott."

I blinked up at him, "How the hell am I supposed to know where he is?"

He lifted up his shirt sleeve to reveal the gnarliest-looking wound I had ever seen, "Because if you don't help me at least find him, I'm gonna give you a matching wound."

Not willing to call his bluff, I tugged his sleeve down and looped an arm around his waist.

We managed to make it to the parking lot, receiving strange looks the whole way, when we almost got run over.

I was closest to the car, not paying attention, when Derek turned us violently, so he was in the way.

The car slammed on the brakes, and I heard a familiar voice ring out, "Rory! Derek! What the fuck?!"

Stiles hops out of his car, making sure neither of us is harmed. Well, giving Derek a quick glance over, before pulling me to him, scanning me for any wounds.

With no one helping him stand, Derek collapses onto the street.

"Rory- I, oh my god what is he doing here?"

Scott runs over just in time, "What the hell?"

He leans down to question/help Derek up and I hear something about him being shot. Which makes sense, but there was no exit wound. The bullet was still inside his arm?! I was going to throw up.

"Why aren't you healing?" Good question, I hadn't thought about that.

"It wasn't a normal kind of bullet."

Stiles geeks out and Scott has a look that crosses his face. He knows something we don't. "That's what she meant by he has 48 hours."

Derek starts huffing, closing his eyes in pain. When he opens them, they're bright blue. He goes to speak, but fangs peek out of his mouth.

"What are you doing? Stop!" we all exclaim.

"I can't" the man growls.

There a crowd that has gathered around us, so I make the executive decision. "Guy's get him in the car."

"What? Ew- no way. He can't go in my car!"

Scott moves to place Derek in the car despite the protests from the owner. I slid into the backseat, as Stiles reluctantly entered his own vehicle.

"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used."

Scott almost chokes, "What?! How am I supposed to do that?"

As if we were supposed to know, Derek deadpans, "Because she's one of them. She's an Argent." Oh my fucking god. This family was literally going to be the death of us all. "Scott, you need me. And right now, I need you."

Scott turns his attention to the driver, "Just get him out of here."

"I hate you so much for this."

****

"Hey! Try not to bleed out on my seats!"

Trying to alleviate the tension, I say, "Don't worry, we're almost there."

Derek's neck almost snaps, from the speed with which he turns to face me, "Almost where?"

Stiles pipes up, "Your house. Where else?"

Derek turns his attention, "No! I can't go there."

I make a face, "Why not?"

He grunts, "I can't protect myself. And you two definitely can't protect anyone." Ouch.

Stiles has had enough. He swerves, pulling away from the main road before slamming on his brakes. Even with my seatbelt, I go flying. Derek has an arm out catching me before I can blink. "Stiles, what the fuck?!" I exclaim.

Ignoring me, he turns his body to be front and center with the werewolf, "What happens when Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet, huh? What? Are you dying?"

"I have a last resort." He pulls up his sleeve to show the wound to Stiles he gags violently.

"Oh my god put that away!" he squeals, "Jesus is that contagious. If that's contagious I'm gonna kill you myself. Honestly just get out of my car now."

"Start the car. Now."

Not knowing when to shut up, Stiles continues to provoke him, "You know what, no. You don't get to be barking orders right now, especially with the way you look. In fact, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out myself and leave you on the side of the road for dead."

Derek turns to look at me, then back to Stiles, "Turn the car on, or I'll rip her throat out. With my teeth."

"Why are you always threatening me?"

Stiles connects his eyes with mine through the mirror, and we both know I'm a little scared Derek might not be bluffing. Not willing to take that chance, Stiles starts the car.

****

"Why are you stopping?" the grumpy werewolf questions.

"We are no fucking idea where to go and I don't have the money to be wasting gas."

My phone rings and I pick up immediately, "Scott where have you been. I've called like ten times."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Just put me on speaker."

Obliging, I hit the button and Scott's voice rings through the car, "I haven't found it yet."

Stiles huffs, "Well what the fuck are we supposed to do with him? He's starting to smell you know."

"Like what?" Scott questions.

I answer, receiving an immediate glare from the werewolf, "Like death."

"Just take him to the clinic. Deaton should already have gone home. There's a spare key hidden out front."

I switch my phone back to its normal setting and finish the call, "Please just find the damn bullet. Like it or not, you do need him, Scott. We all need him or else we're gonna get killed. Possibly by you."

"Thanks, Aurora, you always know how to make me feel better."

"Sure thing Scotty, love ya."

****

"Does Nordiblue Monkshood mean anything to either of you?"

"Wolfsbane!" I say, excited to know something for once.

I spot I sly smile on Derek's face before he coughs out, "He needs to bring me the bullet."

Stiles informs Scott, and I help Derek up from his fallen position on the dog food.

We enter the examination room and Derek starts snooping around on his own. Then he takes off his shirt, revealing a huge spiral tattoo on his back. I must have been staring too long because as Derek turns to face me, Stiles pinches my waist. "No way" he mouths to me, giving me stern eyes.

Seeing Derek's wound again, everyone can tell it's gotten worse. Noticing our stares, Derek answers, "If the infection spreads to my heart, I'll be dead."

Overall the mystique I question, "If Scott isn't here in time, what's your last resort?"

Stiles continues, "Yeah because by the looks of it, you'll be passed out in seconds. So you should clue us in before we seriously let you rot on this floor."

"One of you is going to cut off my arm." Sure enough, he's holding a handsaw.

Stiles immediately gags at the mention. Derek slides the weapon to where we are and begins tying a piece of cloth above his wound.

"What if you bleed to death?" Stiles asks.

"I'll heal"

I start shaking my head, in horror. But Stiles says something first, "I can't do this." Bruh.

My breathing is shaky and my palms are slick with sweat. It's nice to take one for the team, right Aurora?

"Why not?" Derek grunts.

"Hmm, maybe because of the slicing of the flesh or the sawing of the bone or probably most importantly the fucking blood."

"You faint at the sight of blood." the older man deadpans.

"No, but I will at the sight of a chopped-off arm."

My voice croaks out before I can fully process my words, "I'll do it."

Stiles whips his head around, shaking it furiously. "Excuse me? No way."

"Stiles, you just said it yourself," I pause for a breath, freaking out, "You can't do it. So I will. Move."

I try to maneuver around him, but he pushes himself in my way, Taking hold of my upper arms he shakes me lightly, "Aurora, no."

Derek's voice cuts through our tension, "Aurora, you have to do it now."

Still not letting up Stiles replies back, "I said no! Neither of us is chopping your fucking arm off."

"If she doesn't do it, I'll chop your arm off."

Stiles whips around to get in the werewolf's face, "You know what? I am so not buying your threats anymore." But the boy gets closer than he bargains for when Derek pulls him nose to nose. "Actually, yeah, no okay she won't do it but I will."

Derek lets go of Stiles but starts to vomit, profusely.

"Oh my god what the hell is that?" I can't tell if I say it, or if Stiles does.

It's black and sludgy with chunks. No living thing should be able to vomit that up and survive.

"Now. You have to do it now." Derek says between breaths.

I make a move before Stiles can, grabbing the saw and saying a mental goodbye to my innocence.

"Aurora!" Thank god, Scott's here.

I drop the weapon immediately, running to him. I hug him tighter than I ever have, "Oh thank god you're here."

"What the fuck is going on?" he exclaims but still hugs me back with as much ferocity.

"Just the usual, she was going to chop off his arm because I am in fact Robin out of the comic book pairing."

I pull away, throwing an eye roll to Stiles before turning to Scott again, "Do you have it?"

He walks over to and it to Derek. Yet just as the man gets his wish, he fucking collapses and drops the bullet into the vent. Scott rushes to catch it, but it's stuck.

I drop down to the floor, taking Derek's face into my palms. "Please, please don't die right now," I whisper, tapping his cheeks.

"Scott he's not waking up," Stiles states, crouching down to meet me.

I put my ear to his chest, the faintest heartbeat greeting me. "Stiles, he's still alive. We can still do this."

"Hold on!" Scott yelps. "I got it! I got it!"

Stiles motions for me to move, so I scoot over.

"Please don't kill me for this." Yet, before I can question him, Stiles sucker-punches Derek awake. The man bursts to life again, while Stiles cradles his fist as if he's just broken it.

Derek makes his way over to the magic bullet, while I grab Stiles' fist to cradle it in my palms, needing something to ground me back to reality.

We watch as Derek takes the bullet apart and pulls out its insides. It's blue herbs, the wolfsbane. He pulls out a lighter and heats up the substance. Before I can look away, he shoves the mixture into his wound.

This time it's me who gags, and it has Stiles pushing my head into his chest, trying to shield my gaze. I hear Derek scream out in pain, and then sizzling, and then nothing. I raise my head up to meet Stiles' eyes as he says, "That...was...Awesome!"

Scott and Derek start bitching at each other, before leaving.

I look at the mess on the floor, but decide it's really not my problem. Stiles shares the sentiment and we leave the mess for poor Deaton.

The car ride home is pretty quiet from both ends. But before I can exit the car, Stiles speaks, "Would you actually have cut his arm off?"

I had been asking myself that too, "I guess. I mean I was planning to. I didn't want you to have to do it."

"Please don't ever be that selfless again. You would have suffered an eternity of nightmares from that." he jokes, but I know the first part is a plead.

We lock eyes, "No promises."

He sighs, looking the slightest bit defeated. "I'm serious Aurora Young," Full government name? "Don't do something stupid like that again. You could have gotten hurt."

"I know, but I'm willing to get hurt if it means you won't be."

****

A/N: fourth down!!!! I always love reading this episode in other fics, because it really solidifies the relationships between the characters. hope you enjoyed it! also, comment on what your favorite episode from this season is. mine is 100% night school :)

[stereklyrics]

Make it like this: Stiles is completely done with Scott's bullshit so he's like "Oh. it's like that huh?" and then goes off to "When I try to make plans more than weeks in advance, you ALWAYS cancel on me to be with any girl you are dating at the moment! I'm done. I honestly feel so much lighter like a feather with you out my life. You're a waste of time, you act like a bitch, you fit every stereotype. It feels so good not caring where you are or what you're doing! I'm excited to never talk again! Honestly I'm so sorry for your loss. You miss me? I'm done. Bye forever now, Scotty."

And then Stiles proceeds to slam the door whenever Scott shows up, hit ignore when he calls and block Scott, finally cutting Scott out of his life for good. Stiles moves on and starts dating Derek and becomes a valuable member of the Hale Pack.

[xoxokiaraaxoxo]

I posted 26 times in 2022

That's 13 more posts than 2021!

6 posts created (23%)

20 posts reblogged (77%)

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I tagged 6 of my posts in 2022

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#tom holland x reader - 3 posts

#euphoria - 2 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

MASTERLIST

Fezco:

-Butterflies

Dominic Fike:

- Headcanon: Dating Dominic

Tom Holland:

- Love Songs (Peter Parker)

Brad Simpson:

-coming soon

Zabdiel De Jesus:

-coming soon

Nate Jacobs:

-coming soon

Calum Hood:

-coming soon

Vinnie Hacker:

-coming soon

99 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#4

REQUESTS

Hey loves! I wanted to start a blog cause I enjoy reading the works of others. I wanna take requests from those who would like to submit any. The people I will write for are listed below, if there is someone different you would like me to write for, put it in the request! I don't have many rules, but if I don't feel comfortable with a request I will not write it. Please give me some time if you do request something I will definitely try to get it done asap. I don't mind writing smut but I am definitely not the best at it. If you have any requests you can submit them in the request link on my account! Thank you so much!

Rules:

-Please be respectful

-Specify the gender pronouns, I will assume female pronouns

-Please be specific in the details of your request

-Please be specific in character preferences

I will write:

-Scenarios

-Headcanons

-Oneshots

-Fluff, Angst, Suggestive Content

I will not write:

-Anything that I am not comfortable with writing

-Anything that may offend someone's sexuality, gender, identity, or ethnicity

-Dylan O'Brien (Stiles Stilinksi, Mitch Rapp, Thomas)

-Sebastian Stan (Bucky Barnes)

-5 Seconds of Summer

-Calum Hood

-Luke Hemmings

-Ashton Irwin

-Michael Clifford

-Jack Harlow

-Kian Lawley

-JC Caylen

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116 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

#3

Love Songs

Summary: You and Peter are best friends and get seated together on the plane for the trip to Europe. Thanks to turbulence you and Peter have a moment.

Requested by @gpiggy98

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I paired this imagine with Love Songs by Maggie Lindemann, listen to it while reading it! Enjoy, let me know what you think!

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom's) x You

Word Count: 870 words

Warnings: Fluff

https://youtu.be/C84k1OgZre4

You and Peter have been best friends since you moved into the apartment next door to him. You two were always together, most people assumed the two of you were dating. But that wasn't the case you were just friends. Every time someone would ask if you were a couple Peter was always quick to tell them you were just friends. It was freshman year that you felt different when he would call you his best friend. Then it hit you realized you had a crush on Peter. You knew you needed to keep it a secret.

You were getting ready to go to the airport for the Europe trip. A knock on the door lets you know that Peter is ready to go. You go to let him in and you see the way he looks at you with his cute smile

"Hey Pete"

"Hey, you ready yet? I called for the taxi it should be here in like five minutes"

"Yea, give me a second to grab my stuff," you tell him walking towards your room to grab your bag

"Let me help you," he says when you walk back out pulling your suitcase.

"I got it," you tell him.

"No, let me be a gentleman and help you," he smiles.

You grin at his antics and let him get the suitcase. He grabs your suitcase along with his and you two go to the elevator to the lobby of your building to get into your taxi. He puts your bags in the trunk and you get in the taxi.

"Are you excited?" he asks you

"Yes, but I'm a little nervous. I've never been on a plane before" you tell him honestly.

"You'll be okay, hopefully, we get paired up to sit together," he says with the smile that gives you butterflies

When the two of you get to the airport you check in your bags, go through security and meet up with the rest of the people going on the trip. You and Peter check in with the teachers and let them know you guys are there. Peter goes to say hi to Ned, while you find a spot to sit. The teacher then calls for everyone to come over, that they have announcements to make on how things will work when we reach Prague. You pretty much zone out for most of the speech due to mostly everyone talking over them. You pay attention when they say something regarding seating on the plane

"You can sit with who you want, you all need to pair up, you are all old enough to make smart decisions on where you sit, please make good choices"

You feel eyes on you, you instantly look up to find Peter looking at you smiling. When the teacher finishes their speech, Peter walks over to you.

“You ready to go,” he asks you

“Yup”

The two of you follow the rest of the group into the line to check-in. You scan your ticket and walk on the plane with Peter. The two of you find your seats, put your bags up and sit for the flight. You take the window seat and Peter sits in the middle. You start feeling a bit nervous when the plane gets going. Peter taps your leg you look at him passing you an earbud. You put it on hearing one of your favorite songs playing

"I'll take away the hurt"

"Tell me all your fears"

"And if you're feelin' scared, I'll be here"

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218 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

#2

Dating Dominic Headcanon

Pairing: Dominic Fike x You

Request by @gaiath: Hi can I please request dating Headcanons for Dominic Fike?

A/N: Thank you for your request! Hope you enjoy!

-Dominic always come to you for your opinion on his outfits

-He always tries to take you with him wherever he goes

-He's always there for you no matter what

-He calls you babydoll

-He loves seeing you get along with his family especially his mom and his little sister

-The two of you take his sister out whenever you go to Florida

-He takes you to Naples to show you where he grew up

-He loves to go on trips with you

-He loves going on adventures with you

-You always go to the studio to watch him record

-You help him with writing songs

-He takes you with him on set for Euphoria

-He loves to spoil you

-You to go to all of his shows

-He's always holding your hand

-He loves to cuddle with you

-He loves to just be in your presence

344 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Butterflies

Summary: You and Fezco never really hung out or got to know each other. But when you two end up sharing a blunt alone, things get a little heated.

Pairing: Fezco x You

Warnings: Smoking, Mentioning of drugs, Language

Word Count: 1,054 words

You and Rue have been friends for years, when you found out she ended up in rehab you honestly were terrified. You always told her that she needed to stop, you never did anything stronger than smoke weed.

Rue just texted you that she was on her way to your house to hang out. Knowing Rue that meant she wanted to go get some stuff from Fez. That's all the two of you did together anymore since she got outta rehab and she became friends with Jules.

You hear a knock coming from the window, you look over to see Rue standing there.

"Hey bitch" you say letting her in.

"Wassup, you ready?" she asks.

"Yea, where we goin'?" you ask her already having an idea.

"To Fez's to chill," she says.

You two walk outside and start your walk to the gas station, it's about a twenty-minute walk from where you live.

"Where you been lately?" you ask Rue

"Around, with Jules mostly," she tells you

"What's up with you two? You dating" you ask

"Kinda, not really. All I know is, I like her a lot" she says

You smile, you've never seen her like this. You two finally make it to Fez's. Rue starts knocking on the door mad hard. Ash opens the door looking mad asf

"Why the fuck you knockin' like the cops' bro?" he asks

"Cause I can," Rue says walking in the house

"Hey Ash," you say walking in after Rue

"Come right in then," Ash says closing the door behind us

Rue and I walk into the house and into the living room. Fez is sitting on the couch on his phone. He looks up to see who walked in

"Rue I told you I'm not giving you any more drugs," he tells her

"C'mon Fez, I just need a couple," Rue says

"No Rue, you just got outta rehab and shit. You needa stop messin' with this shit" he tells her

Her phone starts ringing, she answers it and talks for a minute. She hangs up the phone

"I gotta go," she says getting up and leaving without a word. Once the door slams shut. Fezco looks at me and asks

"What'd you need?"

"Just give me my regular," you say now wanting to get outta his house.

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2,283 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

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[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi! I sent an ask a while ago but I'm not sure it went through. I was wondering if you could rec any business sterek fic, where one of them is the boss and the other is their significant other? Bonus points if other ppl (non-pack) mistake the s/o as someone they can boss around only to get corrected really quick by the boss.. hoping this makes sense 😅

I sure do.

in the heat of the moment by anarcheologist (sensalito)

(1/1 I 1,673 I Explicit)

Stiles is Derek(lovingly dubbed "fire-breathing dragon, spawn of Satan" by his subordinates)'s secretary.

Formerly "Ain't no other Knight capable of handling the hotness"

accidentally? by bibliosexual

(1/1 I 3,683 I Mature)

BOSS: “know why I called you in here?” ME: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic” BOSS [stops pouring 2 glasses of wine]: “accidentally?”

yup.

Or, in which Derek receives a surprising email one morning.

Answer (at the end of the line) by ChrysX

(1/1 I 6,771 I Mature)

Derek , for the sake of his own sanity, was trying really hard to look at things with a hopeful perspective. Maybe this day would be different from the cloudy haze that were the rest. Maybe today something would happen and he would finally start living. Surprisingly..for once in his life… Derek was right. Something did happen.

or

The one where Derek is trapped in an unhappy marriage with Kate Argent and then Stiles happens.

What a pair we make by tugela54

(4/4 I 16,905 I Explicit)

When Stiles’ boss unexpectedly goes into rut, he offers himself to the lycan, knowing all too well how utterly terrifying it can be.

Will his gamble pay off, or ruin everything…?

Hope in a Stranger by SophieTrancy

(10/10 I 27,857 I Explicit)

None of this should have happened. None of it should have been possible. One night changed it all.

Derek had lived through the unthinkable. He walked away unscathed when his wife and daughter weren't so lucky, only to find hope in a stranger. Stiles had been used and broken by a man who didn't appreciate what he had when he had it. The same man who took the greatest joy in his life away from him, only to find hope in a stranger.

An AU where one night spent together changed both of their lives forever.

Not Like Bond & Moneypenny by WhoNatural

(1/1 I 29,869 I Mature)

(AKA, the Ugly Betty AU where Stiles is totally Betty)

Stiles thinks he’s finally getting a break when a job at the sleek, sophisticated, Alpha Magazine opens up - but soon realises he’s not going to be writing anything and instead is playing tutor-slash-babysitter to their new Editor-in-Chief. Derek’s spoiled, grumpy, in way over his head...and so painfully attractive it makes Stiles want to lick his face. So there’s very little choice in the matter.

“Totally not like that,” he maintains, “It’s not like we’re Bond and Moneypenny.”

Scott gives him an excited grin, chuckling. “Dude, you’re totally his Miss Moneypenny!” he says, eyes wide like the world just finally started to make sense. “You’re the only one who won’t sleep with him even though you’re dying to.”

Husbands for sale by mirkwood131

(7/10 I 31,268 I Teen)

When Stiles Stilinski pressed ‘enter’ and his Tinder account was created, he sort of expected the flow of comments that varied from 'hey beautiful’ to 'I want to come on your face’. What he didn’t expect was going on a sort of date with a guy that looked like Adonis. Or at least, that’s what his profile picture looked like. And when they finally meet, he has the shock of his life: or better, the catfisher is catfished by his worst nightmare (in the form of his boss).

Hidden Expectations by Lislmf123

(32/32 I 52,884 I Explicit)

Derek is the boss and Stiles is his loyal employee. One work night, things change between the two and it flips Stiles world upside down.

Don’t Take Your Work Home With You by step_lightly_little_wren

(12/12 I 56,083 I Explicit)

Stiles was suddenly reminded of those Choose Your Own Adventure books. He wished he could have looked ahead to see if choosing, “I want to climb you like a tree,” would land him in the sexy sex-beast’s sexy sex-lair or the unemployment line in the mystical Land of Fired-For-Sexually-Harassing-His-Boss.

[themultifandomgal]

I love your imagines so much. I’d like the send in a request for Dylan O’Brien please where YN and Dylan are going to a family event and YN tells her family that she’s pregnant thank you so much 😊

Dylan O’Brien- Family Gathering

Dylan and I have been dating for 7 years now, we met on the set of teen wolf, he playing Stiles and myself playing Ella Hale. Thankfully both our families adore each other which makes family gatherings rather easy to attend to. Today it's my grandparents wedding anniversary, their Gold wedding anniversary to be exact, so Dylan and I take the 3 hour drive to their house where they are having a little party.

On arrival we enter the house with a secret that today my family will know about.. I'm pregnant, 10 weeks, of course my parents know but the rest of the family have no idea. I’m holding a little bag with a baby onesie saying ‘you’ve been promoted from grand parents to great grand parents’

"Alan put the kettle on, YN and Dylan are here" my Nan greats us at the front door

"Hi Nan" I give her a hug and kiss her cheek

"Mary you look wonderful" Dylan also greets my Nan with a hug

"Thank you Dylan, always the charmer. Now come and sit down, you must be exhausted after the drive" Nan ushers us inside and takes us to the living room where my Aunt and Cousin are sat along with the rest of my extended family

"Hi everyone" I greet my family

"Hi cuz" my younger cousin Jack greets getting off his seat and hugging me "hi Dylan"

"Alright Jack. How have you been?"

"I'm good, yourself?"

"Jack I'm stealing your seat" I plonk myself down on to the seat next to my auntie

"I'll go and get you a drink" Dylan tells me and walks out of the room and into the kitchen

"I'm so happy you and Dylan could both come"

"So am I. I wish we came yesterday though because I'm exhausted" I yawn.

As the day goes on I have been feeling sick, knowing it's just morning sickness I try to ignore it, but a few times I've had to and throw up or go for a wee. I've just returned from the bathroom and sit on the chair next to Dylan

“Do you want some wine YN?” my auntie asks

“No thank you”

“Ok who are you and what have you done to my cousin?” Jake asks me “you always say yes to wine”

“Well actually i have got something to tell everyone” I stand up nervously “nan, grandad can you sit down” my nan sits in the chair I just got up from, Dylan stands up letting my grandad sit down “ok wait there” I go into the kitchen and grab the bag and go back into the living room where everyone is. I give my nan the bag, when she opens it she’s pulls out the baby clothes

“Oh my goodness” she starts crying

“Congratulations” my grandad gets up and hugs both me and Dylan

“You always said you wanted to meet your great grandchild, and now you are” I hug my nan

“Now the no wine makes sense. Congratulations cuz”

“Oh I’m so excited. How far along are you?” my auntie asks

“10 weeks, but we knew we wanted to tell you all today”

“How is the teen wolf movie going to work? will Ella be pregnant?”

“No we’re filming now before I get big then I’ll probably just be wearing big coats” I chuckle at my cousin

“Well I think we should all have a glass in honour of this new baby, YN there’s some no alcoholic beer if you want some”

“Sure” my grandad gets up and goes to get me a drink

“So will you move out of your apartment?” nan asks me and Dylan

“Yeah we’re already looking at some houses, we’re looking at in between here and my parents place” he tells my nan

“Oh that would be lovely, hopefully we could see you more then”

“That’s the plan” I smile as my grandad gives me a glass

“To YN, Dylan and this new baby” everyone raises their glasses and we all take a sip. I can’t wait for our baby to arrive.