#jackson teen wolf

[ru-fiction]

Discovery: Stiles x Male Reader

Second chance at first line

You let out a frustrated sigh as your friend kept following you around with all his questions. You admired his curiosity but you were in school and rather not get into the logistics of your powers where anyone could hear.

You turned towards him and gave him an annoyed look.

"Look Stiles, I love you but you're being annoying right now."

You smiled before continuing to your locker. He raises his hands in defense as he leans against the locker next to yours.

"Sorry, Sorry. I'm just excited!"

Your eyebrows raised as you tilted your head slightly.

"Yeah, I can tell."

"I just never had a friend who was a vampire before."

You chuckle.

"We've literally been friends since we were kids."

Stiles wagged his finger at you while he laughed with you.

"Doesn't count because I didn't know."

You shake your head and playfully rolled your eyes with a smile stretching along your face.

"Were you born this way?"

You shake your head.

"No, I was turned whenever my mom started dating my dad."

"I remember that, that's when you started wearing these baggy clothes..."

He slightly tugged on the sleeve of your jacket.

"I always thought it was because you're always cold."

You winced and shifted your eyes around when you realized he was talking about your body heat that was non-existent.

"Side effect of being half dead I guess..."

You paused for a moment.

"Would it even be half dead if I never died? Undead maybe..."

You furrowed your eyebrows when you felt a fire in the pit of your stomach and the next moment Scott appeared, grabbing on to Stiles shoulders making him slightly brush against the locker.

"I need you."

Scott gave Stiles a pleading look with a hint of shock. Stiles nodded and patted Scott's shoulder before looking at you.

"See ya bud, gotta be supportive to the other friend.."

Stiles held up his fist and you lightly tapped it with your own, you nodded as they walked off towards the locker room.

—🧛🏼‍♂️

A little while later you found yourself on the bench watching the boys practice, your hood was up blocking the sun from touching your face. You covered your ears each time the coach's whistle sounded. You watched the sweaty boys on the field line up again waiting for the coach's next order.

Scott seemed distracted from where you were seated which wasn't good because Jackson looked about ready to take him down. He seemed to focus a little after awhile and started running up towards Jackson only to be knocked down by him, you winced at the contact and the sound of his body hitting the pavement. You heard Jackson mock Scott before walking away, this had caused you to roll your eyes at his cockiness.

The coach soon followed in Jackson's footsteps and started taunting Scott in an act to provoke him and get him to do better.

Scott had moved back to the start of the line as the coach repeated that he was going to go again.

You watched as Jackson's cocky face shifted as a smirk etched at his lips under his helmet.

After the whistle was blown, Scott quickly made his way towards Jackson, knocking him off of his feet with a huge amount of force effectively harming him.

You stood up in concern for both guys, watching the scene with worried eyes that shifted between Jackson and Scott. You watched as Scott was escorted off the field by Stiles and waited a few moments before going after them in case of an emergency, Not even noticing that Derek was watching from the sidelines.

-

You walked up to the locker room and grabbed the handle quickly pushing inside as you heard Scott's angry yell.

Once inside you noticed an angry Scott chasing around a frightened Stiles, his eyes glowed a bright yellow as he hopped from locker to locker, his eyes trained on Stiles as he stalked his friend, waiting for the opportunity to attack.

Scott climbed onto the ceiling as he chased Stiles who had tried to hide in a locker and watching as he gave up and started heading to the door where you were. When Scott lunged for him but you acted faster pulling Stiles behind you before pushing Scott into the lockers knocking some of them down under his weight from the amount of force you had used. Scott got up once more to attack but Stiles quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher, quickly pulling you behind him before spraying his other friend in the face in hopes of cooling his temper.

"Stiles? Y/N?"

Scott asked softly as he finally came to his senses, he looked extremely confused, he was panting heavily and his face was full of sweat. Stiles' fear instantly turned into relief as he dropped the extinguisher and threw off his gloves.

"You tried to kill us... It's like I told you before. It's the anger, it's your pulse rising, It's a trigger."

Stiles squared in front of his friend as he spoke to him.

"But that's lacrosse."

Scott responded in exhaustion as he breathed heavily.

"It's a pretty violent game, if you haven't noticed."

"Well it'll be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field."

Stiles scolded.

"You can't play Saturday. You are gonna have to get out of the game."

"But I'm first line."

Stiles shook his head as he gave him a firm look, putting his foot down.

"Not anymore."

You looked between the two boys as they stared at the other, Scott looking upset and Stiles looking worried for his friend.

"You okay?"

Scott nodded at your question.

"You?"

You placed a hand on Stiles' shoulder which he pats softly in return.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

—🧛🏾‍♂️

"He probably hates me."

"He doesn't hate you."

Stiles groaned as he leaned into your side, the two of you were currently watching some movie at his house that neither one of you were really paying attention to. You were running your fingers through his hair trying to soothe him from the stress he was feeling about his friend.

"You think I was too hard on him? Maybe I should have—."

"Nope, don't start. You did nothing wrong, you were just looking out for a friend."

You hushed softly as you massaged his scalp, causing him to melt against you. Your phone pinged causing you to stop massaging him to pull your phone out.

Stiles glanced up at you, eyes glittering with curiosity.

"What's up?"

You turned your phone around so that he could read the message you got from Lydia. Stiles sighed as he pulled away completely.

"Where are you going?"

You questioned as your brows furrowed together, you were already missing the warmth his body provided.

"I'll be right back."

Stiles disappeared for a moment before coming back with his laptop in hand and toy gun in hand. He got back onto the couch taking his place near you again, he had been facing away from you this time having his back up against your chest as he started to call up Scott.

When Scott answered, he picked up the gun and started pressing the trigger causing it to light up, You chuckled as his face shifted with pure joy.. Scott jumped at the sound from behind the camera, a concerned look on his face.

"Did you hear that?"

Stiles raised an eyebrow, not knowing what Scott meant.

"T-That sound. It sounded like some type of laugh?"

Stiles laughed.

"Dude, that was just Y/N."

"Really? I don't see him."

"What do you mean dude he's beh—woah."

Stiles noticed that you were not visible in the camera. He turned to look at you then back at the camera then back at you again.

"What? I can't be caught on camera."

"Is that why you usually keep your camera off?"

You shrugged.

"Pretty much."

Scott nodded as he was processing the information.

"So what'd you find out?"

Scott asked, changing the subject.

"Well it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder."

Scott deflated slightly.

"Because of me?"

"Because he sucks/Because he's a tool."

"Well i-is he gonna play?"

"Oh, they don't know yet."

Stiles shrugged.

"Now they're just counting on you Saturday."

Scott sighed and shook his head, you frowned when you noticed the slightest movement behind him. Stiles had noticed too as his eyes squinted to try to see better.

"What?"

The connection started to get a bit shaky, so Stiles began to type. Your eyes widened when you finally saw what or who was in his room.

"It looks like what?"

Scott questioned as his brows furrowed in confusion, he watched as the screen started buffering, he got a little frustrated the longer his computer acted up.

When the computer finally started working again he could see Stiles new message. He was more confused but as the realization filled his eyes, the line cut.

—🧛🏽‍♂️

[dcangel]

one thing I don’t understand abt jackson (whittemore) is that he’s supposedly gay but what was that thing with allison going on in the first season???

[pkrosche]

Teen Wolf Incorrect Text Posts 12/?

[headcanonthings]

Stiles, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with um, seven espresso shots. Jackson, in line behind him: Jesus Christ, Stilinski, just do cocaine.

[nobitchs-world]

If I ever get these men in my claws I will transform into the ultimate freak

[yaoiadderall]

STILES AND ISAAC YOU WILL ALWAYS BE WORSTIES. TO ME.

(more)

[usermischief]

Teen Wolf

1.01 - Pilot

[incorrectsterekquotes]

stiles, talking to jackson: I am NOT gaslighting you. I am lying to you. Gaslighting implies a level of effort I am simply not putting. Deceiving you doesn't require much.

[louisbxne]

TEEN WOLF 1.07 | Night School

[nightlark100]

Stiles sets up a betting board rather early on, figuring it'll be something that might help the betas bond a bit. It started off with a few silly things but the main category quickly became 'what is going to try and kill us next'. The name was changed after Derek expressed concerns over how cavalier Stiles was about dying and instead became 'what is going to put us in danger next'. The rules were simple:

Each of them contributed to a pool.

Each beta was given the opportunity to change their pick after something tried to kill them or once a month (if things were quiet)

Winner got the contents of the pool

If there was no clear winner or if there was more than one and they didn't want to split it, pack could make an argument for why their pick was the closest.

Scott put down 'Peter betraying the pack'

Peter in retaliation put down 'Argents being Argents'

Both refused to change it.

Stiles put down 'Dereks love life'

Erica put down 'Stiles losing his mind in a haze of caffeine after too many sleepless nights researching'. Boyd silently added his name against that pick as well.

The problem was Stiles seemed to always get it right. No matter what he wrote down each time, it usually happened in some way.

Derek's love life - a barista he'd been tentatively flirting with at the coffee shop turned out to be a succubus

Extreme cold (mocked by the others for being written down in the middle of a heatwave)- an abominable snowman popped up and set off a cold spell that even werewolf heat and Isaac's scarves couldn't ward off

Scott's cooking - After breaking some of Melissa's kitchenware while trying to make a romantic meal for Allison (the exact details of how remain a mystery, although Isaac was involved) and replacing it with a new set from a cute little shop that seemingly popped up out of nowhere, the pack quickly found out that there was a poltergeist attached.

The only time he didn't put anything down, was when he got possessed. And Peter argued that he technically still got it right since the only thing in his section was his name... Which was accurate in its own way (Stiles was not pleased by this logic and refused to talk to anyone for a long time)

He began to get gradually weirder and weirder with his picks, not even really trying to win after a while. He was a little confused and concerned by his strange predictions and hoped that eventually it would get too absurd to possibly come true.

Musical theatre - a siren showed up and almost lured Isaac into the swimming pool with her voice.

Killer Tomatoes - Lydia ended up nearly choking on her salad

Hummus - Jackson managed to ingest poisoned hummus and became practically feral.

Puppies - Stiles woke up one day to a very stressed Derek with an armful of his now tiny canine betas. Stiles didn't mind that one so much.

[ru-fiction]

Discovery: Stiles x Male Reader

Wolf Moon

⚠️Small instance of abuse in this chapter⚠️

You opened your eyes at the sound of knocking at your door. You were currently floating in the air, a red mist surrounded your body; your red eyes now looking at the door waiting for the person to enter your room.

Your mom entered a moment later dressed in a dark red Gothic dress. Her eyes shine with mischief as she taps her long black nails against the door.

"Hey, honey."

You dropped down to your bed, your eyes were now a normal color than blood red.

"Hey, what's up?"

Your mom shrugs as she walks into your room. She slowly looks around the room before picking up a picture of Danny.

"I miss this kid. Why don't you ever bring him around much anymore?"

You sigh at her question, she knew the reason.

"We broke up, Mom. I'm lucky enough to still be his friend."

Your mom places the photo down before picking up a drawing, this one was miniature versions of you and your friend, Stiles.

"Is there a reason you're here, Mom?"

"Right, Sorry."

Your mom places down the picture before walking over to your bed and sitting next to you with an excited look on her face.

"As you know the full moon is soon."

You nod your head along with her words.

"Right.."

"And your father and I were thinking, that this could be the perfect opportunity to train and level up your powers."

You stare at your mom for a moment before shaking your head 'No'. Your mom frowns at that.

"Why not? You never come hunting with us."

You roll your eyes as your mother begins to cross her arms and pout like a petulant child.

"I'm perfectly fine practicing in the comfort of my room."

She leers at you as you begin to float off of your bed, the red mist beginning to surround your body again.

"That's nothing. You'll never get your full Vampire powers staying in your room meditating and you know that."

You land your feet on the ground and cross your arms.

"And I've made peace with that. I don't want to go out and attack people to gain powers. I'm perfectly fine with my hospital blood."

Your mom stands up and grabs your arms before shaking you back and forth.

"This could be a real bonding experience for us."

"Can't we play board games and bond like a normal family?"

Your mom plants her face into your shoulder and continues to sulk. You sigh at her dramatics.

"What about the hunters? Don't they come out every time the full moon does? Don't you care about your safety?"

"What if I get staked in the heart? Would you want me dying knowing that it could have been our last night together?"

You sighed.

—🧛🏻

You found yourself walking behind your parents in the forest in the dead of night.

"Are you really gonna find people in the forest?"

Annoyance quickly seeping through your voice. Your father laughs.

"You'd be surprised about how many idiots find themselves outside at this hour."

"That's Ridic-"

All of a sudden the sound of light footsteps and crunched grass filled your ears. Your dad turned towards you with a wicked smirk upon his face.

"Would you look at that.."

Your face dropped at the prospect of actually witnessing your parents trying to kill someone. You start to run your hands on your pants, feeling nervous about what was going to happen.

"I-I don't know about this. M-maybe I jumped into this too quickly. I wanna go home."

Your father gives you a hard smack on the shoulder.

"It's fine Kiddo. You don't have to do a thing. Just watch and learn."

Your parents pushed you in the direction of the voices, both of which started to sound familiar the more your family got closer. You could hear one of them taking a sharp breath and the sound of an inhaler soon after. Why them?

You started to panic and pulled out of your parents grasp.

"Stop, Stop."

Your parents grew annoyed at your antics thinking it was because of your refusal to fully immerse yourself into becoming the vampire they wanted you to be.

Not even a moment later did a pair of teenage boys emerge from the trees and into the clearing of where your family stood. Your mother's eyes widened and the Male with buzz cut stared back in confusion.

"Y/N?"

You laugh awkwardly before sending him a small wave.

"Hey, Sti."

He turned to stare at his fluffy haired friend before turning back to you.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"Um..."

You turned to look at your parents hoping that they would give you some help but the two just stared off in different directions. You sigh before facing your friend, Stiles.

"Picnic?"

"This late?"

He crosses his arms as he stares into your eyes. You scoff before turning it back on him.

"What about you? Spying on your dad's jobs again?"

He eyes shift towards his friend, Scott and he gets a nervous look on his face like he had been caught doing something he shouldn't, which guessing from the way he was acting, it wasn't a totally off base assumption.

He turns towards you with an exaggerated smile on his face showing off his dimples and clasps his hand in yours.

"Y/N!! Buddy!!"

You smile at him.

"You didn't see me, I didn't see you."

You nod and shake his hand.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

You pull him into a quick hug waving at Scott behind his back as he does the same to your parents.

You pull away and pat his shoulders.

"See ya at school."

"Right back at ya."

You and your parents watch as the two scurry off to do who knows what. Your father sighs as he watches them disappear.

"No dinner tonight I guess."

You glare at him not noticing your mother staring off in the direction that your friends went.

—🧛⚠️

Your mom walks into your room to find you asleep with your alarm clock going off. She walks up to your bed and shakes your leg to try and wake you up, you stir a little but otherwise you stay asleep. She tries again and still nothing so she walks up to your window and pulls open your curtain. You stir again uncomfortably this time, sweat starts to appear on your brow. Your mom stared at you as you tossed and turned before leaving, not even a moment later your scream fill the house.

You ran into the hall to get away from the light to find your father there looking like he was ready to kill. After he realizes nothing was after you he looks at you to find burned scars on your face. Panic fills his eyes and he speeds through the house before coming back and dabbing a wet towel on your wounds that were slowly healing. He leads you back into the room after closing the curtain.

"What have I told you about sleeping with your curtain open? You're thin-skinned, you aren't sun resistant like your mother and I."

"But I closed it last night. I don't know how it could-"

Your mom walks into the room and tosses a banana and some sunscreen on your bed.

"Good you're finally awake. Come on, we got places to be."

She walks out and your father follows her with a glare on his face.

"Honey, we need to talk."

You let out a sigh and closed the door giving yourself five minutes for your burn scar to heal. Luckily you woke up before it did too much damage otherwise it would have taken longer to heal. You put on the sunscreen and throw on your clothing finishing the look with a hoodie that looks baggy on you to protect yourself from the sun.

You grab your backpack as you leave the room finding your dad standing by the door with the keys instead of your mom.

"Where's Mom?"

You followed your dad to the car after he locked the door to the house.

"We decided that I was going to take you to school and drop her off later.''

'Code for your mom is in big trouble.'

You nod at your dad and hop into the car.

A short drive later you find yourself in the driveway of Beacon Hills High.

"Thanks for the ride."

Your dad ruffles your hair causing you to groan and pull your hoodie over it. Your dad laughs.

"Be safe, Kiddo."

You smile and send him a nod before heading out the door.

"Watch out for that sunlight.''

You look around to make sure no one heard him but everyone was in their own conversations.

"I will."

"I love you."

You roll your eyes playfully.

"Love you too Dad."

You close the door before he can say anything else and start to walk towards the school's entrance. You stop when you notice Scott and Stiles and decide to go up to them and say Hi before class.

"You look like you're gonna ignore me."

You start to laugh at Stiles failed attempts at winning Lydia's heart but the closer you get to the pair, a fury of rage starts to hit you. That only happened around certain creatures people. You looked around to see if you could spot a specific person but you didn't see him in the crowd.

You finally made it to the pair and quickly realized why you were feeling this way. Stiles instantly lights up at the sight of you and pulls you into a handshake. You end it with your fingers intertwined before Stiles pulls you into a side hug and pats your chest.

"Now this guy. This guy gets me cool points."

You were so fixated on Scott that you didn't really hear what Stiles was saying at the moment. There was a deep frown on your face you felt the need to protect Stiles from his friend even if he himself wouldn't know what you were protecting him from. Scott's eyes locked with yours, his brows furrowed also but for a different reason than you. You knew he felt what you did but he couldn't understand why he was feeling that way.

"Uh, are you guys okay?"

The two of you quickly snap out of it and turn your gaze on a confused Stiles.

"Yeah.''

"Uh, Yeah."

Scott sends you a nervous look as Stiles looks between the two of you.

"You sure? You two were just staring at each other..."

"It's nothing. Lets get you to class."

You smile at the boy. Wrapping an arm around him, you pull him into the school with a confused Scott following behind.

-

"As you all know, there was indeed a body found last night.''

You watched as Scott turned to look at Stiles who sat in front of you. The two gave each other a look that only the two of them shared when they were keeping secrets. You were close with Stiles, there were things that only the two of you knew about each other not including the fact that you weren't entirely human. Sometimes you envied his relationship with Scott though they were like brothers, you would usually never see one without the other, they had inside jokes, one look and they instantly knew what the other was thinking. You realized a long time ago that your bond with Stiles was different from his and Scotts. There was something unspoken between you that neither one of you acted on. The reason you and Danny broke up.

"But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester."

You sigh before glancing outside. The loud ringing of a phone filled your ears, you already knew where it was coming from because you were already looking at the culprit.

A brunette girl with pale skin, she wore a pale brown jacket, white blouse and blue jeans paired with some boots. You couldn't really see her face since she was looking down but by the sounds of it she was talking to her mother.

You turned your gaze over to Scott and found that he was also looking at the girl, his eyebrows were pinched together in confusion, he stared intensely at the girl as the principal came and took her. If you weren't sure about what he was before, the fact that he handed her a pen randomly when she entered the room confirmed it.

"We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis on page 133."

—🧛🏾

The bell rings signaling the five minutes the students had to get to their next class. You walked up to your locker to grab your books for your next class, the same bubble of rage clouded you as Scott took his spot beside you.

He was staring at the new girl, you had caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of your eye. She was smiling at him well until Lydia came over and took her attention.

You could hear the conversation clearly, Lydia asking about her jacket, her explaining it and Lydia saying she was her new best friend. Then her saying hi to Jackson and giving him a wet kiss. You shivered as the sound rang in your ear.

Stiles found his way on the other side of you, now you were caged in between the two.

"Can someone tell me how new girl is here all of five minutes and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?"

A feminine voice said to you. You all turned in the direction of Lydia's group.

You used to be a part of Lydia's main group but after she started dating Jackson, you started to distance yourself since he was always around. You had a deep disdain for Jackson and couldn't stand how he treated Lydia. Though you couldn't stand to be in a room with Jackson, you were still friends with Lydia and would hang out with them occasionally.

"Because she's hot."

Stiles said in a breathless tremble.

"Beautiful people herd together."

You shrug not seeing the big deal.

"I hang out with them."

Stiles turns to look at you. You notice how his eyes slowly glanced over your body. He clears his throat as his eyes meet yours before turning his attention back to Lydia's group.

"Exactly..."

He whispers to himself but you most definitely heard it.

You also heard Lydia and Jackson inviting her to a party on Friday, the same party you were invited to but decided not to go to in favor of spending the night watching movies with Stiles. You smiled at the thought glancing at Stiles as he talked to the girl beside him in an animated like fashion.

—🧛🏼

Sometime later in the day you found yourself outside watching the lacrosse tryouts. You really didn't want to be at school longer than you had to but Stiles ever the persuader that he is, somehow convinced you to stay and watch him make the team again. Hopefully this time when he makes it he can actually play.

You covered your ears each time the coach would blow his whistle. This was becoming torturous. Lydia pulled you into a tight hug as she and the new girl sat next to you on the bench.

"I haven't seen you all day."

Lydia squealed before pulling away and gesturing to the new girl.

"This is Allison~"

Allison smiles shyly and tucks her hair behind her ear.

"Allison this is Y/n, my best guy friend."

You wave at Allison but notice how she's staring at Scott. Stiles instantly came and sat on the bench, you reached over to tap his shoulder making him turn to look at you. He smiles at you, his smile makes you feel so warm inside like the sun was shining a light on your soul.

"Are you gonna actually play this year?''

Stiles groans before motioning to Scott who was currently standing in front of the goal.

"Well thanks to Scott, I have to. I can't be shown up by my best friend, how else am I going to impress people?"

You send him a teasing smirk, nodding your head towards Lydia before whispering so that she couldn't hear.

"You mean Lydia?''

He groans at your teasing causing you to laugh. You could hear the girls talking about Scott. You looked over at him and the smile on your face disappeared completely.

You liked Scott you did but you know something happened to him. That he was different. Your frown deepens as you watch him grab his ears to try to block off the sound of the whistle. He was so distracted he had ended up getting hit in the face and fell into the goal.

"Hey, Stiles?"

Stiles let out a noise of acknowledgement, there was concern written across his face when the rest of the team including the coach started to laugh at Scott.

"There's something that's been on my mind..."

Stiles instantly turns to look at you.

"Did something happen last night...y'know with you and Scott?''

He shakes his head.

"Nah, my dad caught me so I ended up having to go home."

"Scott was by himself?"

"Yeah, he stayed behind, he said he ended up finding the body we were looking for."

"And Then?''

Stiles looks back at you. He raises an eyebrow and squints at you.

"And Then?"

"Did anything unordinary happen?"

He looks back at Scott trying to think back to the events of the night before.

Scott looked over at Stiles who made a face at him.

"He said he was scratched by a wolf."

You made a look of surprise, It was mostly just for show since you already felt the difference. Scott moved his eyes over to you and you looked back at him before he turned his attention back to the team.

This time when the ball came at him he ended up catching it. He was surprised for a second but that instantly turned into excitement.

The team all looked shocked including Stiles but he instantly started cheering for his friend.

Another ball came at him and he caught that too getting a louder cheer from Stiles.

His reflexes were kicking in and he blocked every ball that tried to get the goal. Allison was impressed, Lydia was shocked but also impressed, Coach was still surprised, Stiles was happy, and Scott happily hopped on his feet when he heard Allison's comment about him. Then came Jackson....

You instantly rolled your eyes, you could practically feel the anger coming from him with the way he was glaring at Scott.

He skipped the line you guessed to try to personally embarrass Scott, He ran at him before trying to shoot the ball and Scott ended up catching it. Stiles hopped on his feet cheering him on. And on a personal level you were happy for Scott. Stiles had always told you that Scott had always wanted to be a starter on the team, you just wish the metaphorical building wasn't going to crash down on him sooner rather than later.

Jackson glared at Lydia as she also cheered for Scott, She didn't really care though.

—🧛🏽

"You really aren't going to come see the body with us."

You sighed as you closed your locker and turned to look at Stiles, who was leaning against the locker beside yours giving you pleading eyes.

"Come on, it'll be so cool."

"I don't really find dead stuff cool, but you guys have fun with that."

You patted his shoulder and tried to walk away only to get pulled back.

"Come on, come hang out with us."

You sighed again.

"Stiles, I have to study."

Stiles groans.

"School just started, what could you possibly be studying for?"

"Defense against the dark arts?''

You winced at your statement before shrugging earning a glare from your friend.

"Seriously."

You sigh.

"Okay, look. I just don't have the time today but I'll hang out with you tomorrow."

He groans again.

"The body won't be there tomorrow."

"That is a crazy line to say."

Scott walks up to the two of you.

"What's going on?"

"Y/n says he's too busy to come with us."

Scott looks confused.

"Well if he's busy then he just can't come. I don't see the problem."

Stiles looked betrayed.

"You're supposed to be on my side."

You ended laughing causing Stiles to roll his eyes but he ends up smiling because of it.

"Fine, you win. But please tell me we still have our movie night."

You nodded.

"For sure."

His smile widened before he turned and patted Scott on the shoulder.

"Lets go Scott, looks like we're on our own."

🦇

[jade-bright]

Big brother Stiles (+Derek) with little Malia and Jackson

Stiles: Okay puppies, there are 206 bones in the human body, but! I’m gonna teach you how to dislocated someone’s body in 230 ways-

Derek: Stiles, they're kids!

Malia & Jackson:

Stiles: Oh yeah! You’re right.

*turns around for a few moments before turning back with puppets over his hands*

Stiles, in somewhat a kermit voice: Hi kids! We're going to show you how to dislocate someone's body! Let's start with the Clavicle region. Do you know where that is?

Derek: Oh my god

———*after a while*———

Peter: Wait what did you teach them?

Stiles: There are 206 bones in the human body...

Peter: Mischief! They're CHILDREN! *turns to the kids*

Peter: If you are fighting an opponent your age pups, there may be up to 270 bones in the human body. Children's bones ares still fusing together. Here is how you can use that....

[headcanonthings]

[The pack at Disneyland, in the teacups] Lydia, Alison, Danny and Boyd: *talking and barley spinning* Stiles, Scott, Erica, and Isaac: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming* Derek, Cora and Jackson: *standing outside the ride and pretending they don't know any of them*

[st4rswrld]

sarcastic sassy men are going to do it for me every single fucking time.

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how many drinks?

stiles stilinski x fem!reader NSFW

a dirty lunchroom hypothetical gets stiles hot and bothered. hopefully no one notices the suspicious placement of his hands over his crotch, especially not you.

word count: 2.8K  read time: 10min

warnings & info: nothing is in canon, everyone is probably ooc, pining, crushing!stiles, masturbation, spice, other suggestive nonsense

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“stiles, how many drinks would you have to down to fuck me?” you ask matter-of-factly, turning your head to meet your sentence’s subject from across your full lunch table.

“i said about twelve shots, at least,” scott states passively from your left side, not bothering to look up from his biology textbook.

“and i said, you don’t count. you couldn’t get drunk if you tried,” you sneer back. you turn your eyes back to stiles’s amber ones. “then lydia said like, five. i mean we’ve made out at parties before so…” you trail off with a sinful smile, exposing both your palms in the act of confession.

“i thought that was our little secret, y/n!” lydia feigns indignation at your right side, turning her head away from her boyfriend to pout her red lips at you in an exaggerated manner.

“when have you guys made out at a party?” jackson asks, almost licking his lips with excitement.

“you’re lucky she doesn’t swing that way, or it wouldn’t have just stopped at making out,” you snipe back. jackson’s face seems to loose all color at this sentiment and lydia rolls her eyes at you as she begins to reassure him in a quieter tone. you couldn’t stand his consistent pattern of insecurity, as evident by you asking such a personal question to your entire friend group in the middle of the lunch period, without a care in the world.

stiles is grateful that this bickering exchange took place quicker than he could answer your question. he’s also grateful that he’d already finished eating and naturally placed his hands in a clasp over his lap. he hadn’t realized how helpful that position would become, as he feels his blood rushing downward, something he was unfortunately used to happening around you.

there was the first time he saw you in a bikini at one of lydia’s summer parties. he was already in the pool when you came out of her house in the hot pink number and thus became trapped. unless he wanted to expose his aching hard-on to his entire friend group, (which was barely concealed under the paper-thin fabric of his fucking neon green swim trunks), he thought it’d be best to just stay in the water until he felt he could control himself. 

that time didn’t come until two hours later when you’d finally decided to change back into your clothes in lydia’s room. after cursing at himself for conjuring that mental image, (which did not help the uncomfortable throb of his too-hard cock), he finally went soft enough to get out of the damn pool and dry off. that was the day he crossed swimming off the list of activities he could do in your presence.

another time, stiles had tagged along with you and lydia as you went homecoming dress shopping. it was supposed to be a lot bigger of a group, but melissa had grounded scott for whatever indiscretion he’d committed that week, jackson had a mandatory family thing, allison & issac had opted out of hoco that year, the twins skipped town for a few days, all of your girlfriends were busy and all of lydia’s scoffed at her when she suggested buying a dress from the mall instead of a luxury boutique. 

lydia had disappeared into the jewelry section for a comical amount of time and then it was just you, modeling dress after dress for stiles. his jaw was clenched as he tried his best to keep his gaze focused on friend-appropriate areas of your body and will the blood to drain from his cock, which was poking uncomfortably against the seam of his jeans. 

you’d exited the changing room in a form-fitting red dress that ended just past your knees with a problem that stiles knew would further his arousal; you couldn’t zip your dress up on your own.

you’d easily let him inside the enclosed space, shooting down his dazed protests that he was pretty sure this store’s staff wouldn’t approve of two teenagers in a closed changing room together. you’d gathered your hair to one side and turned around, and stiles had felt all the air leave his lungs. 

this dress’s zipper started at your tailbone so the entirety of your back was exposed to him, causing his erection to pulse, almost painfully now. he approached you slowly, his hands shaking as one of them gripped the tiny metallic zipper. he placed the other one’s open, sweaty palm on the fabric over your shoulder, being careful to not grip down. as he started to tug on the zipper it was giving him a lot more resistance than he expected. 

you ordered him to stand closer and pull harder, as the dress was tight and wouldn’t close easily. stiles had complied and tried his best to keep his brain from melting out of his ears at this entirely unexpected close contact. he had been even less successful at keeping the precum from leaking from his cock, which was now screaming at him to close the short distance between you two. when the dress was finally zipped up and you turned to face him, his face was bright red and he breathlessly excused himself to the bathroom.

stiles needed a release and couldn’t wait until he got back home; this shopping trip was already hours long and he couldn’t stand to be this hard around you for even another second. so he dropped his pants in the first open stall he saw and wrapped his shaking hand around his cock, pumping desperately. 

he pictured that silver zipper moving in reverse, downwards, and then the dress being removed entirely, forgotten on his bedroom floor as he explored more of your skin than he’d ever seen before. he came nauseatingly quickly, in one thick spurt that he’d actually had the forethought to aim into the toilet. 

as he came down from his rushed orgasm, stiles gave himself a few more slow pumps from his well-experienced right hand and it finally dawned on him how pathetically perverted he was. that he had to resort to jacking off in the stall of a mall restroom to be able to function around you for the rest of the day. he’d vowed never to go shopping with you again.

“i’d say i’d need a solid seven or so,” allison muses, clearly giving the prospect some thought, “if it weren’t for him, obviously,” she smiles sweetly at her boyfriend’s brooding figure.

“my girlfriend is a connoisseur of deadly weapons, so i’m staying out of this,” issac continues modestly, leaning in to kiss allison on the cheek. the gesture is sweet but also definitively off topic, so you turn your gaze to the twins.

“sweetheart, if i could get drunk, i’d need to be blackout to sleep with you. i haven’t looked at a girl since i discovered young leo dicaprio in like, the fourth grade,” ethan retorts playfully.

“if i could get drunk, i’d only need like, three drinks to fuck you,” aiden chimes in boldly, wagging his eyebrows suggestively at you. you deadpan at him.

“that wouldn’t count even if you weren’t a werewolf; you’d fuck anything with a pulse and two X chromosomes,” you drawl venomously. for the upteenth time, you turn your eyes back to stiles.

“stiles, please. you’re the only guy at this table that isn’t taken or a cursed-to-be-sober werewolf. how many shots would you have to take to fuck me? i’m just curious; i won’t be offended if the answer is like, fifty,” you chuckle.

stiles chuckles as well, for an entirely different reason. his dick is rock-hard in his sweatpants and you think it might take him fifty shots to want to fuck you? now that’s laughable.

of course, he can’t tell you the real answer, which is a resounding zero. he would want to fuck you after a night of blissful sleep, completely stone-cold sober, at nine o’clock in the morning but if he said that you’d almost certainly sic the literal pack of wolves at this table on him. he searches his mind for an acceptable number of drinks that would make it ok for him to reveal he wants to fuck you when his friends suddenly chime in, their comments snowballing into an avalanche that threatens to bury stiles alive.

“come on stiles, y/n’s hot. surely it wouldn’t take that many,” lydia goads in a sing-song voice.

oh i’m aware that y/n is hot. i’m so aware, lydia, that most nights i moan her name out loud as i cum into my hand.

“yeah, you’re a teenage boy. all teenage boys are stupidly horny,” allison chimes in, backing up her friend as she shoots wild eyes at issac, clearly aware of this trait in her own boyfriend.

all teenage boys are stupidly horny, allison, and i am stupidly horny for y/n, thanks for seeing right through me.

“that’s true,” issac concurs with a mischievous smile.

“can’t argue with that,” scott agrees with a slight nod.

“glad i’m not the only one,” aiden jokes with a smirk.

“so, stiles, you gonna answer or just sit there like an idiot?” jackson quips, his confidence clearly recovered from the verbal blow you dealt him earlier. stiles’s eyes narrow.

“are you gonna answer jackson?” stiles spits. he knows that comment is a low blow considering his girlfriend is practically sitting on top of him but he’s desperate to turn the attention away from himself.

“y/n’s not my type. i prefer redheads,” jackson pinches lydia��s hip and leans in to kiss her, ending his participation in this discussion.

“and thank god for that because i don’t understand why lydia doesn’t find him repulsive,” you reply, returning your eye contact with stiles. “i’ll tell you how many drinks it’d take me to fuck you, stiles, if that’ll help,” you continue slyly.

stiles’s heart begins to race at just the thought of there being a bar to cross that might get you to fuck him. his mouth has gone too dry to speak, which actually isn’t too much of a problem because his brain is entirely drawing blanks as to how to respond to the most terrifying, wonderful sentence you’ve ever said to him.

“uh…ok. how many drinks would it take, y/n?” stiles finally asks in the most even, non-desperate tone his perverted mind can muster in this moment. whatever the answer is, as soon as the lunch bell rings he will be racing to the nearest bathroom to relieve himself over it. precum is already sliding down his agonizingly erect tip and it takes every ounce of self-control he possesses not to start stroking himself through his sweatpants right then and there.

“hmm,” you hum, your eyes raking over stiles in an analytical manner. your friends are all only half-listening now, with most of them breaking off into separate, two-person conversations on the side. stiles has your undivided attention and he’s probably the only person who will remember your answer to this question anyways.

“i’d say i’d need like six shots and a few beers in me to try and fuck you, stiles,” you say with indifference. an awfully specific answer, but stiles’s mind is already delusionally spiralling. you could be quite the heavy drinker at parties and you’d easily clear that many at one of lydia’s house parties. what would happen if he actually tried? is this just a hypothetical? or is this a legitimate bar to cross?

“why that many?” stiles squeaks out, trying not to sound desperate.

“i don’t know,” you shake your head and keep your gaze fixed on a spot far away, above stiles’s head, “i mean, you’re cute and all dude, don’t get me wrong. but you’re pretty awkward. if i wanted to fuck up our whole friend group dynamic i’d have to be drunk enough to not remember all the bad jokes you’d probably make,” you explain evenly, ending with a snort.

stiles’s ears are ringing. he can’t decide which emotion is more intense; the deep, swooning pride swelling in his chest at the ‘cute’ comment or the pit-in-his-stomach embarrassment at the ‘awkward’ comment. he’s also still impossibly hard, which adds an extra level of confusion to the cocktail of emotions brewing in his addled mind.

“that’s fair,” he responds somewhat softly. giving that you just gave him an incredibly detailed answer that he was trying not to etch into the walls of his mind as a tutorial for later, he finally feels confident enough to try to answer back.

“i think i’d need about the same,” he starts, his voice betraying him with a crack on the last syllable. he pauses, before deciding to be bold; “probably a few less though. i am a horny teenage boy, after all,”

“true true. so let’s go with like, 5 shots even, then?” you ask with a dazzling smile that somehow makes stiles’s knees weak even though he’s seated.

“yeah,” he nods sheepishly, his dick throbbing along with the movement of his head. if he doesn’t get his hand wrapped around himself in the next few minutes, he might just cum in his pants. the images of you letting him fuck you after a booze-filled party is almost too much to bear. and then, as if god himself wanted to give him an out, the bell rings.

“y/n you are seriously strange. i don’t know how you come up with these questions,” lydia asks with a disgusted look on her face, as the entire group stands and collects their things to leave.

“yeah how’d we even get on the topic in the first place?” scott asks.

“we were talking about lydia’s party this weekend and then about some of the worst things we’ve done while drunk. then allison said she tried to hook up with a friend while she was drunk once like a year ago and that prompted me to ask how many drinks it’d take all of us to hook up with each other,” you rattled off, grabbing your backpack and your ridiculously large, pink metal water bottle.

“oh yeah the party this weekend,” aiden interjects loudly. “well i guess we’ll have to put your theory to the test, huh stiles?” he claps stiles on the shoulder, sending an unpleasant lurch through his already on-edge body. aiden is the last person he wants to be touching him right now, as he holds a large notebook in front of his crotch and prepares to make a beeline for the bathroom, lest he blow his load right now onto this poor college-ruled writing apparatus.

“what theory?” he manages to question in a low voice that’s thick with lust. aiden doesn’t notice and continues.

“the drink theory! you and y/n are both single. lets see if she’ll really fuck you after a couple of shots,” he finishes devilishly, catching the door to the lunch room from the person in front of him and holding it for you to walk through. aiden relishes in being the instigator, but it doesn’t seem to phase you.

“stiles, if we fuck this weekend, promise me it won’t ruin our friendship?” you ask in a sugary sweet voice that’s dripping with sarcasm. it doesn’t matter though. the pent-up hormones racing through stiles’s body don’t care if you’re joking or not. his cock twitches and even more precum slides down his bricked shaft. he’s seriously starting to believe that all the blood that’s supposed to be in his brain is in his dick right now. 

he weakly whispers “no promises” under his breath as he ducks into the nearest bathroom, leaving you to wonder aloud to your friends why the fuck he exited the conversation so quickly. then ethan tugs on your shirt sleeve to ask you a question about the math homework from the pre-calc class you share and your mind moves on.

stiles doesn't though.

finally. he thinks to himself as he pulls down his sweatpants and now-sticky boxers with record speed in the locked stall. the warmth of his hand around his aching cock after so many torturous minutes of it pulsing untouched in his pants almost makes him cum instantaneously.

he strokes himself furiously, finally feeling the knot in his stomach start to unwind after being driven insane by your words fueling his fantasies. he grabs a left handful of toilet paper, anticipating his sticky finish.

when he finally blows his load in strong, thick streams into the too-thin toilet paper, he has to bite down on his bottom lip to suppress the moan that so desperately wants to escape his lips. he tries to come to his senses quickly, flushing the toilet paper, pulling his pants back up and washing his hands feverishly in the sink.

as he leaves the bathroom, only one thought occupies his mind.

if y/n lets me fuck her this weekend, i’ll never complain about anything ever again.

[jessmalia]

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