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McCall Pack Classification Headcanons
characters featured: Alison, Lydia, Kira, Stiles, Scott, Melissa [moodboards for each character included]
tagging @bebbie-bilinski cause they let me ramble about my teen wolf agere brainrot âĄ
find the hale pack here & puppy pack here
Alison Argent : caregiver â sheâs very protective over any of the littles she watches, sheâs also the mom type, always prepared with extra snacks or taking pictures of whatever the littles are doing!! Sheâs a great cuddler too, especially after a particularly hard night as sheâs had her fair share of them and knows how to work through them. Sheâs not picky about who she watches or about what age range they fall into, itâs easy for Alison to adapt and learn as she goes so even watching the littles from the Hale pack isnât an issue for her (though she favors Lydia & Scott over anyone) âĄ
Lydia Martin : flip â she has a strong caregiver lean as she finds it easier and more comfortable to take care of someone else. Sheâll babysit just about anyone that needs it but when it comes to her own regression sheâs very secretive about it, only going to Alison or occasionally Scott if need be, and Peter that one time but heâs sworn to secrecy about it. Sheâs stays in the kiddo range but is pretty mellow, though she enjoys wearing overalls as she can stuff different trinkets (or pretty rocks) into the pockets. Alison and her have a close bond anyways but being able to indulge in her little side with Alison there to take care of her means something really special to Lydia so sheâs always trying to show her gratitude to Argent âĄ
Kira Yukimura : little â sheâs the sweetest baby ever, staying in the toddler range but she can drop lower if something triggers her. Sheâs much more openly feminine when regressed, gravitating towards pretty pink dresses and hair clips that Lydia puts in for her. She can get energetic at times, wanting to run laps around the schools track in her light up shoes (per scott) or simply jump up and down with music playing. Her favorite caregivers are definitely Lydia & Scott and surprisingly Peter, neither of them are sure how that happened but if thereâs a day where both packs do something together sheâll end up dragging Peter along to places âĄ
Stiles Stilinski : flip â he has a little lean thatâs strong but occasionally watching over the other littles can be nice for Stiles in a see things from the other side sort of way. Most times when heâs small Scott or Melissa are watching him, occasionally Derek but heâs pretty consumed with other thing (Malia & Isaac who are full time menaces) which he doesnât mind at all! He likes to spend time outdoors when regressed, heâs in the lower age range so simply laying in the grass listening to Melissa read is a perfect day to him âĄ
Scott McCall : flip â Iâve mentioned him being a little & a caregiver before so itâs kinda obvious im a flip Scott truther. His regression is used to de-stress or work through trauma a lot of the time but he only really shares that with select people. However he can be a ball of sunshine, he spends most time when regressed around others trying to care for the other littles to the best of his abilities as heâs a natural born protector, it might be clumsy and messy but itâs the thought that counts and he knows a caregiver will be there to help. And when he is acting as a caregiver itâs full on, doting on whoever the little is, doing whatever plans they want (within reason), heâs pretty lenient with the rules unless he thinks itâs something dangerous, this leads to Kira eating ice cream for dinner more than once before sheâs dropped off at Lydiaâs (which Scott definitely gets scolded about and does anyways) âĄ
Melissa McCall : caregiver â itâs in her nature as it is in her sons, she works as a nurse so the chaos that might arise is really no problem for her to handle! Not to mention how she absolutely melts anytime one of the littles comes to talk to her or hands her a drawing they made for her, sheâs the pack mom through and through! Sheâs happy to watch whoever needs it, and she lets the littles get away with quite a lot, she doesnât mind a mess but unlike her son, she limits their sugar level before bed and tends to stick to tricks she used when Scott was growing up. She also keeps the spare bedroom equipped for if a little needs quiet time as theyâre overstimulated or simply tired (see middle pic). And she makes sure to include the Hale pack in things too, having them over for dinners, all of them going on beach days together, she loves having people around and being able to talk to other caregivers âĄ
#jj headcanons#teen wolf agere#caregiver!allison argent#flip!lydia martin#little!kira yukimura#flip!stiles stilinski#flip!scott mccall#caregiver!melissa mccall#allison argent#scott mccall#stiles stilinski#melissa mccall#kira yukimura
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Heyyy!! Could do a paci icon for Kira from teen wolf pleaseeeeee? Thanks!!! đđ
Kira!!! (â ââ á´â ââ âżâ )
#agere blog#sfw agere#sfw littlespace#sfw little post#little space#agere little#aewlittlerambles#sfw little community#agere paci icons#paci icons#teen wolf agere#teen wolf age regression#regressor!kira yukimura#little!kira yukimura
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Teen Wolf characters as textposts Part 1
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#these were so fun to make#there is a LOT MORE COMING#im a little bit addicted#teen wolf#stiles stilinksi#derek hale#scott mccall#allison argent#kira yukimura#dylan o'brien#tyler hoechlin#teen wolf memes#teen wolf characters as textposts#lydia martin#peter hale#sterek
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so far away, but still so near... the lights come on, the music dies, but you don't see me standing here.
âł dancing on my own, robyn
#erikira#erica x kira#twedit#twrarepair#twfemslash#ok HIIIIII <3#flashing gif tw#for the last one#i Miss them they had a little moment in like 2014 and it was So good#we need to get back to lying Properly like a REAL country#erica reyes#kira yukimura#tw#OH ALSO!#shuffle meme#getting back into that it was so fun and this was Such a good one
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Scira + 04 - looking down, requested by @momentofmemory
(from this ask game, you can ask too !)
#kira yukimura#scott mccall#scira#listen#before that scene i had a feeling that i would really kira as a character#but with the sushi scene she just went and carved one of the biggest place in my heart#i also fell in love with the idea and the potential of scira right here when i first saw that scene#the softness the little mischievous smiles they share ugh#it's the beginning of everything#teen wolf#mine
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OMG THAT WAS THE CUTEST FREAKING THING!!
It's official.
I totally 100% ship Scott and Kira.
Full send.
Let's go.
That was soooo cute.
She obviously likes him.
And he OBVIOUSLY likes her.
I mean, she did two hours of research for him.
And the way Scott, like, awkwardly rubs his neck, and the little sheepish smile he keeps giving her...dude come ON. You are soooo smitten.
See?! Just like your mom said, you WILL fall in love again, apparently sooner than you were expecting.
Also poor Kira OMG.
This is one of the things that makes me VERY glad that my parents were never teachers...and never MY teachers.
Actually in general I'm just glad that my parents would never embarrass me like that lol.
Like, I'm guessing it wasn't intentional, because her dad maybe didn't realize that the boy she was actively talking to was the one she had been referring to before, but...
Poor Kira, OMG.
That said...
WOULD YOU JUST GO ON A DATE ALREADY?! You two are so awkward and cute and I am so here for it omg.
Okay. I can officially ship Allisaac now, because I also officially ship Scira.
...please don't let her be evil. I'll be really mad if she's evil.
Anyways.
(I MEAN COME ON! LOOK at them!! That was so freaking adorable. I love it. <3)
#scott mccall#kira yukimura#scira#allison argent#isaac lahey#allisaac#now i just need stiles and lydia to start dating#stydia#and all of my ideal pairings are complete#and we'll have the best little pack family#with the best little couples#ever#not that our family isn't already great#but like#with the power couples in there too#we'll be golden#teen wolf#teen wolf season 3#teen wolf 3b#teen wolf spoilers#3x14#scott and kira
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Kira Yukimura, Noshiko Yukimura, Ken Yukimura Additional Tags: Kitsune Kira Yukimura, Family Feels, Post-Season/Series 05, Trauma, Kitsune Summary:
Kira talks about her burgeoning experiences as a Kitsune by discussing past encounters with her parents.
#kiraweek2023#kira yukimura#*fics#i am terrible at titles and summaries but i'm very happy with this little fic
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more than words
Author: Riyusama Rating: G Tag(s): n/a Pairing(s)/Characters(s): Liam Dunbar/Kira Yukimura Summary:
Liam is a man of action. He knows that actions speak more than words so he does what does best, to go in head first with what he feels.
Night at the Old Music Store
Author: Riyusama Rating: G Tag(s): Alternate Universe - The Last of Us (Video Games) Setting, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse Pairing(s)/Characters(s): Liam Dunbar/Kira Yukimura Summary:
Liam and Kira are separated from team, they manage to escape the infected and clickers that chased them now. They lay low for the night and find a place to hide before trying to reunite with their team in the morning.
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đđđđđ đ đđ // stiles stilinski imagine Characters: Stiles Stilinski, fem!reader, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey, Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura, Allison Argent Pairing(s): Stiles x you, Word Count: 8.9k Tags: human!au, fluff, childhood friends to lovers Warnings: there are a few little nsfw mentions in the middle, so MDNI. Stiles does go out on a window ledge, but i have to make it clear he has no intention ever of jumping lmao.
A/N: this is basically just one day i thought what if stiles had a nick x jess first kiss because he seems stupid and awkward enough to jump out a window. and thus this nonsense was born. also the pov switching was new, so youâll have to let me know if youâre a fan or not.
The thing is, Stiles isnât an idiot. Heâs stupid, but he isnât dumb. He knows that itâs not normal to think about your best friend like this. That being so intensely attuned to the curve of her spine when she stretches or the hint of citrus that clings to her hair after she showers isnât exactly platonic.Â
And he really doesnât want to be that guy. You know, the guy who just wants more, who gets upset when he canât have moreâthe guy who canât be friends with the girl who doesnât love him back. So. Stiles stuffs it down. Deep down. And heâs content to die like this because he needs you.Â
There are other girls. Boys too, after a latent discovery freshman year ( one that surprised no one but himself ). They come, and they go, and Stiles makes due with what he can have because he knows this is how it has to be.Â
But they arenât you.Â
A blatant fact that ruins anything real before it even has the chance to start.Â
So here he is: 24, single, and perpetually in love with one of his three roommatesâbut, hey, at least he does his own laundry now.
Stiles watches you on your bed, sitting on the floor like a child, while he pretends to work on a case report. He feels a little like a child too, the longer he stares at youâlike a little boy with his hand in the cookie car.Â
He plays with the fluff on your rug to keep his hand busy, tugging on it a little too harshly when you pull your hair back with the scrunchie on your wrist. Stiles feels like a cretin when his eyes follow the rise of your breasts as you fiddle with the knot on top of your head. They trail over the flex of your collarbones, and he sinks further into his shame when he imagines tracing the lines with his tongue.Â
You catch him staring, and his throat bobs with his swallow.Â
âWhat?â you ask with arched brows. You grin at him like you know something.Â
Fuck, what if you know?Â
You asked him something. Stiles knows you asked him something, but he canât remember what. He just swallows again and fumbles for his coffee. Stiles knows that he should be desensitized to it all by now: your clever mouth, your deft fingers, your fluttering lashes, but heâs still startled by it every so oftenâlike right now, when you look like youâre about to say something snarky at his expense.Â
âDoes it look that bad?â A few strands of your hair slip from their loose hold when you shake your head at him. âAre you moonlighting with the fashion police? I thought youâd be a little busy living in the murder capital of the world.â
Stiles laughs a little, mostly because of the simple fact that your hair always looks pretty. He said it the first time he saw you, blurted it out like a little lamb. Stiles knew, even at six, that he should be embarrassed, but he just couldnât help it. He was so little and completely overwhelmed by his first case of puppy love; the words had nowhere else to go.
Heâs gotten better at swallowing the praise-vomit, but he still notices. Youâre always pretty. Heâs doing his best to ignore it.Â
âThatâs St. Louis actually,â Stiles says. He burns his tongue on his coffee and pulls a face that he knows gives him a double chin.Â
You slide off of your bed and kneel down next to him. Your knees press into his thigh, and it feels like something more, something profound, but he knows it doesnât mean anything. Youâre generous with your affection; you make everyone feel special when theyâre around you. Stiles loves that about you, how you make him feel like heâs so smart, so vital when he knows that heâs moderately clever at best and really a lot closer criminally obsessive most days.Â
âCan you tell me anything about it?â you hum, nestling your chin in the hollow of his shoulder.Â
Stiles can smell your body wash. Itâs sweet, fresh, and tickles his nose pleasantlyâmarigold and aloe. Heâs seen the bottle in the shower. Sometimes, he has to bite his fist and turn the water to freezing when he accidentally imagines your wet, sudsy body, lathering the scent of marigold from neck to toe. Itâs the in-between bits that make him especially nauseous with guilt.Â
âHuh?â Stiles mumbles, pressing his singed tongue to the roof of his mouth.Â
You poke his cheek and say, âYouâre eating your lip. You only do that when you get stuck in a case.âÂ
Stiles can think of several other things that make him suck his top lip between his teeth, but he is stuckâmost likely because heâs spent the last hour watching you.Â
You frown, and he smiles a little at the wrinkle between your brows. You smooth out his own forehead wrinkles with your thumb and say, âIt helps you sometimesâtalking. You think best out loud.â
He does. Stiles swallows a little. You know him so well. You know everything about him. Everything except, of course, that the crush he had on you in elementary school has metastasized into an all-consuming, all-encompassing, honest-to-god, tried-and-true-blue, last-of-dying-breed, core-of-the-sun, probably-caused-the-big-bang kind of love.Â
Stiles has tried, and failed, to think of a way to casually confess how he feels. How do you even begin to break something like that to a friend? Over Chinese food? After a few beers at your favorite bar? During one of your Buffy binge nights? How is he supposed to say, âHey, so Iâm kind of totally and irrevocably in love with you, and itâs ruining my life a littleâbut thatâs okay âcause I canât be happy unless I know that youâre happyâ without blowing up his entire life?Â
He canât. So Stiles stuffs it down again with a sip of his coffee: black and bitter, a little like his heart when your not-boyfriend, boyfriend texts you. And he knows thatâs so incredibly unfair of him. He knows that heâs needy, and pathetic, and far too possessive of your attentionâit all makes him a little sick with self-loathing.Â
You have every right to remove your warmth from his side to respond, and Stiles thinks that if a guy can make you smile like that, he must not be all bad. You seem happy. When isn't feeling sorry for himself, Stiles is happy for you.Â
âThe local police think itâs gang-related,â Stiles says eventually. His voice is raspy from his burnt throat and too loud in the silence of the near-empty apartment.Â
You slide your phone back into your pocket, and Stiles tries not to feel victorious. âAnd you donât,â you scooch back to his side, ducking your head over his shoulder to see his screen.Â
âNo,â Stiles combs his fingers through his hair and sighs, âI donât. Itâs too easy.â
âFollow your gut,â you say, poking his abs, âhe usually knows whatâs up.âÂ
âYou know what heâs sayinâ right now?â Stilesâs back clicks as he stretches and rolls his neck around in slow circles. It does little for the perpetual ache along the ridge of his skull, but it gives him some space from you and your stupidly sweet smile. âItâs time for chimichangas.âÂ
You smile at him again, and Stiles blames the swooping in his stomach on hunger. âI think you deserve a little more than off-brand, freezer-burned Tex-Mex.âÂ
âDonât knock Great Value,â Stiles grumbles, rubbing a hand over his face. His lips, swollen from an afternoon of tearing into them with his teeth, tug into a tired smile when you wave your hand impatiently in front of his face. He wraps his long fingers around yours and says, âSheâs been there for me through everything.âÂ
âHigher standards, Stiles,â you roll your eyes, crinkled at the corners with your grin, âyouâre in desperate need of higher standards.âÂ
Stiles wants to laugh, feels the impulse itch his throat. High standards are precisely his problem.Â
âMaybe you should stop being such a brand snob,â Stiles pokes you in the side, a spot between your ribs that he knows is ticklish. You laugh and shove him away with a firm hand; Stiles goes willingly, stumbles into the doorframe just to make you laugh again.Â
âI am not a snob,â you push yourself onto a barstool, socked-feet dangling below. He smiles as you swing them and then knock your ankles together. You used to do the same thing on the playground swing set. âNot liking over-salted garbage is not snobbery.â
Stiles reaches for the open bag of corn nuts on the island, needlessly resting his palm on your lower back under the guise of balance. Your skin is warm, and heâs too busy thinking about how his hand mustâve been molded around the shape of your hip to notice how hard youâre biting your lower lip.Â
He tosses a few corn nuts in the air and catches them in his waiting mouth, smacking his lips together until theyâre free of nacho cheese seasoning. He grins at the look on your face, and he wants to kiss the tip of your scrunched nose. âSee,â Stiles sucks the leftover orange dust off of his fingers. His voice is muffled by his thumb when he says, âYouâre snubbing my snacks right nowâlike a little munchie elitist. How dare you; they probably wonât ever recover.âÂ
You laugh, as expected, and snatch the bag from the counter, not expected. âYouâre literally biting your thumb at me!â
Stiles leans against the counter, rests his forearms on the granite, and watches you chew with a dumb, fond smile on his face. Youâre just so clever, all wrapped up in keen smiles and sharp wit. You keep him on his toes, always haveâStiles hasnât ever met anyone else who can spar with him so well. He doesnât think he ever will. Admittedly, he hasnât looked that hard; his heart just isnât in itâwho else would paraphrase Shakespeare in the middle of a mock debate? Who else could possibly look so wily and wicked while doing it through a mouthful of, objectively, terrible gas station eats.Â
âPurely accidental,â Stiles taps his fingers against the counter, and his shoulders lift with a small, oh-so innocent shrug, âitâs what we professionals call a âserendipitous turn of eventsâ.â
âA professional what?â You grin at him. Itâs one of his favorites, the one that says youâre about to tease him. âSadist?â
âOh,â Stilesâs brow quirks as he leans forward onto his arms, âso I torture you? Being around me is torturous?âÂ
âYes.â Your chin jerks with a small, sharp nod, but the only thing Stiles can see is your pouty bottom lip.Â
Sometimes, Stiles swears you do it on purposeâturn him on in the most inconvenient of moments. Make his heart swell into his throat until he devolves into a lovesick caveman. You have to know what youâre doing to him when you walk around in those little tank tops with the lace trim and the sleep shorts that ride up to the swell of your ass. It canât be accidental, the cute laugh-snorts youâre so embarrassed of, or how you get so excited when you see a bird in a parking lot. Itâs all too effective to be a coincidence.
Like right now, the way your lip balm shines under the kitchen lights and exaggerates your pout. You must know how completely and utterly kissable you look, and Stiles canât do anything about itânow thatâs torture.Â
You give him mercy and tuck your pout away for a solemn line instead. âYouâre evil; you never close the cabinets or take the trash out.âÂ
âCareful,â Stiles grins and snaps his teeth in the air, âI bite too.â
You lean across the island, and itâs torture, the way your arms squeeze your chest and push your cleavage to the neckline of your shirt. Stiles pointedly avoids looking at the round flesh. It just looks so soft, so plushâso ripe. His teeth ache. His tongue salivates. He craves with reckless abandon, and heâs never satiated.Â
Stiles knows youâre a smart girl, but sometimes he forgets. Youâd have to be pretty dense, after all, to not see the ravenous gleam in his eyes. You certainly donât seem to notice it now, not with all that fondness twisting your lips into a grin. Stiles often wonders, worries, how youâd look at him if you knew. Disgusted most likely; heâs disgusted with himself half the timeâbut youâre so sweet, and so understanding, youâd probably forgive him.Â
Pity, Stiles decides, if you knew, youâd pity him. He canât decide if thatâs worse.Â
You rest your finger between his brows, and his dark lashes flutter, brushing against his freckles like they stamped the specks onto his skin. âEat your nuts, monster,â you drag your finger along the slope of his nose and then âboopâ the tip, âand then preferably something with a single gram of protein.âÂ
Stiles grumbles to himself and searches the fridge for something that will placate your relentless bullying. He picks up the whipped cream and rolls the chilled can around in his hands, squinting at the label. 0 grams of protein. Stiles scoffs. Reddi Whip is, like, 75% milk, right?
His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he forgets to shut the fridge door until it starts beeping at him like it's a personal offense.Â
âWork?â
Stiles barely hears you, nose almost smooshed against his screen. âHuh?â He stares at his phone, eyes rapidly flicking back-and-forth, brain turning over how to counter the latest move on his ever-changing chessboard.Â
Stiles finally registers what you said when he begins his reply to his unit chief. âOhâŚyeah.â His thumbs fly over his screen at a speed that, frankly, shouldnât be humanly possible, âOne secâŚâ
âYou need a break.â You stand and place your hands on your hips in an adorable show of strength. He knows that youâre going for stern, so he bites his twitching mouth lest he invoke your actual wrath. âYouâve been working 18-hour days for the last two weeks.âÂ
Thatâs an exaggeration, but Stiles doesnât argue. He feels like itâs true. His stubble is out of control, and heâs afraid to look in the mirror and see exactly how dark his eyebags are. He only stopped by to shower and get a fresh change of clothes, but you came out of the bathroom in your little pink bathrobe and distracted him.Â
Stiles hates that robe. Detests it. He wants to burn it. He wants to rip the flimsy tie off with his teeth.Â
Mostly, Stiles wants to tuck you under his blankets and snuggle into the fuzzy fabric until he falls asleep.Â
He wants, he wants, he wants. Thatâs the problem.
You pry his phone from his hands and slip it into your back pocket. âWeâre getting drunk tonight,â you say, and you say it in a way that he canât even argue with. You say it like itâs a factâyouâre informing him, not telling him. Stiles is usually happy to comply.Â
Thatâs how youâve always worked, after all: You point at a crocodile infested river, and he goes merrily, merrily, merrily down the stream, with a stupid, dreamy smile on his face.Â
Itâs just. Heâs functionally useless at doing anything without you. You take care of him. Always have.Â
Way back, when he was pre-Adderall Stiles, all baby energy and undiagnosed ADHD, you shoved a kid off of the swings when he made fun of Stilesâs babbling and twitching. He still babbles and twitches, but at least now he knows why. He doesnât have some parasitic monster inside him; heâs just Stiles.Â
Youâve always known thatâhow was he supposed to not fall in love with you?Â
And after his mom died, you let him cry on your shoulder until your shirt was soaked through. He got snot all over your collar, and you just squeezed him tighter. Held onto him until he could breathe again, and then you said, âWant a grape soda?â and he almost started crying again because right then, at that moment, that was somehow the only right thing to say. Maybe because it was you, or maybe it was because you knew him so well. Maybe, it didnât matter.Â
You spent the rest of the night starfished over your bed, and after a minute of staring at your ceiling fan, Stiles whispered, âDo you think weâll be best friends forever?â
You looked at him and grinned, all teeth and sparkly eyes, and said, âYou better hope so, boy blunder. Who else is gonna watch Twin Peaks with you a zillion times?â And Stiles knows that he was only eight, and he knows that maybe it was just because you made him laugh after all the emptiness, but he thinks that he fell a little bit in love with you then, even if he was too young to put a name to the feeling.Â
He finally figured it out when he was seventeen. Stiles wanted to be an adult so badly back thenâand he felt like he was sometimes, after everything heâd gone through, but in so many ways he wasnât. He definitely didnât know how to handle his breakup with Malia like an adultâhis first breakup, his first real relationship.Â
Stiles drank a lot that night. He canât remember exactly how much, or anything that happened after 11 pm, but he does remember how you stroked his hair. He remembers how you wiped the foul mix of bile and sweat from his face with a cool washcloth and tender hands. He remembers how you tucked him into bed and curled up next to him when he asked you to say.Â
He remembers falling in love with you.Â
The epiphany felt a lot better when he was warm and limp from his dadâs scotch. It hurt a bit, when he woke up hungover and in an empty bed. You were in the kitchen, making him breakfast: greasy eggs and hashbrowns. After he got over seeing you in one of his t-shirts, he wondered if youâd ever get tired of cleaning up after him and all his issues.Â
Stiles still wonders that sometimes, even after you crawled into bed with him the night you found out your college sweetheart was cheating on you. He stroked your hair and ignored the wetness soaking into his neck, and you whispered against his skin, âDo you think we'll best friends forever?âÂ
Stiles wanted to laugh. And then scream. And then kiss you. He didnât do any of those things. He just said, âCanât picture it any other way.â He didnât say that whenever he thought about the future, whenever he pictured forever, you were always there.Â
He didnât ask, âIs it okay if Iâm in love with you forever?â
Stiles wants to ask it now, while you rattle off your plans for him this evening, but he doesnât. He chews on a corn nut instead.Â
âLydiaâs looking for the right opportunity to make a move on the guy in 2B anyway,â you finish, blowing a strand of hair out of your face.Â
Youâre looking at him like heâs supposed to say something, so he nods dutifully, âThe guy with the mullet, right?â
You roll your eyes and poke around the cabinets, taking stock of the chips and tequila. âItâs not a mulletâyouâre so obtuse when youâre jealous.â
Stiles blinks becauseâŚwhere the hell did that come from? âIâm good on the perm front, thanks,â he snarks through the food lodged in his cheek.
âNot of him,â you say, tongue trapped between your teeth and distracted by the mixers on top of the fridge. Your back is to him from your perch on the counter, and Stiles watches you with wary eyes. It would be so much easier if you'd just ask him to get things down from the top shelves, but you never do. Refuse to, actually. Vehemently. You'll do it yourself, even if it means breaking a limb. Â
You manage to keep a hold of the pile of bottles cradled against your chest through your dismount, and Stiles breathes easier when your feet are pressed against solid ground. Heâs glad your eyes are still on the kaleidoscope of sugar and citrus because youâd mock the relief in his eyes without mercy.Â
You line the bottles up in order of emptiness and absently hum, âWell, yes of him, I guess, becauseâcan you check on the vodka and gin?âÂ
Stiles sticks his head in the freezer, grateful for the blast of frigid air, and tries to untangle the crumbs of meaning in your flimsy accusation. He comes up with absolutely nothingâon every front of his mission. âNo gin.âÂ
You let out a long, heavy sigh and shake your head at the dangling light fixtures. âLydia.â
Lydia was the only person in the apartment who liked gin, but Stiles didnât have any room in his brain for commiseration. âSo, Iâm jealous of little orphan Annie from 2B becauseâŚ?â He leans against the counter and tucks his hands under his arms, squinting skeptically, âJust so weâre on the same page nâ all.âÂ
Youâre texting someone. Heâs sure itâs Lydia, probably asking her to pick up more gin on her way home, but Stiles canât help but wonder if youâre inviting yourâŚwhatever you call three decent dates and one evening of alright sex. ( Oh, how Stiles loved hearing all the details when you came home. )Â
âHmm?â Your smile is lit up by your screen and the kittenish glint in your eye, but Stiles knows itâs not for him. He swallows his pettiness before he chokes on it. âOh, right,â you put your phone down on the counter and smirk. This one is for him, but Stiles actually wouldnât mind if it was for someone else; the look in your eyes is downright diabolical. âYouâre so adorably, blatantly jealous that Lydia is into another no-neck, illiterate jock from the gymâbut the perm is pretty bad, Iâll give you that.âÂ
Stilesâs jaw falls, and you laugh, completely misinterpreting his stupor. He stares at you and just shakes his head, scrambling for a grasp on at least one of the million questions pinging around his skull. âYou think I want Lydia?â
âUh-doy,â you roll your eyes like heâs said something particularly stupid, âonly since forever.â
Heâs struck again at how you can simultaneously know him so well and not at all. âYou donât think that wouldâve come up in the last, I dunno,â Stilesâs head jerks with his choppy hand gestures, âeighteen years?âÂ
You wave your hand and then grab his wrist, âItâs been intermittent.âÂ
You lead Stiles back into your room by his hand like heâs a wayward dog on a leash. Heâs grateful for it. Stiles canât do much else besides blink and breathe when heâs like thisâwhen heâs wrapped up in a case he canât crack.
Stiles drops onto the edge of your bed with a solid thud, feeling a bit like someone slammed a 2x4 into his gut. His tongue seems to be useless, glued to the back of his teeth. All he can do is watch you flit around your room, gathering an armful of skirts and dresses.Â
You hold up a black dress in one hand and a black mini-skirt layered under a red baby tee in the other, âPick.â
Stiles wants to pick the sweats youâre currently wearing because theyâre his, but he points at the skirt. He knows itâs your favorite; youâd pick it anyway.Â
You sit down in front of your vanity and pull the scrunchie out of your bun. Stiles watches your hair tumble over your shoulders. Youâre insecure about it, always have been. One day itâs the color, and then itâs the texture, and he, for the life of him, doesnât understand why. Your hair shines so prettily under the light, and it always smells so sweet, like citrus and honeysuckleâStiles canât decide if he wants to bury his nose in it or wrap it around his spindly fingers.Â
Graciously, you twist it into an artful arrangement before he can do either.Â
âI donât want to be with Lydia,â Stiles finally says quietly.Â
You stop fiddling with pieces of hair framing your face and meet his gaze in the mirror, âItâs okay if you do.â
Stiles nods and stares at his lap, twiddling his fingers. âI know,â itâd be easier if he did, âbut I donât.â
You turn around in your chair and give him a little smile. Itâs fond and sweet, and Stiles feels like a hand is closing around his heart and twisting it behind his ribs. âWeâll find you someone tonight, then,â you say, popping up from your seat. You grab your clothes off of the bed and squeeze his shoulder on your way to the full-length mirror next to your closet.
Stiles turns his head when you start to wriggle out of your shirt. He knows you donât care what he sees after years of sleepovers and lake vacations, but you donât know what it does to him. How all your dips and curves slip behind his lids when heâs alone with his fist and too much lube. If heâs really being honest, it also happens when heâs not alone, but that makes him feel like a piece of shit for a whole other list of reasons.Â
All of it feels pretty awful when itâs overâwhen Stiles is left with the unpleasant sensation of drying cum on his stomach and the very unpleasant realization that youâd never wear a swimsuit around him again if you knew exactly what he does with the image.Â
So. Stiles does what he can. He doesnât look when you change, tries to avoid seeing you in a towel altogether, and watches so much porn of people who look nothing like you.
It doesnât work, of course, but he tries. That has to count for something.Â
Stiles swallows and taps his fingers against his thighs. âI canât think of anything I want to do less than interact with a bunch of drunk strangers partying in myââ
âNot a bunch,â you say around a grunt, tripping over the dragging hem of your borrowed sweats, âand not a party. Just a chill get-together of like-minded peers.â
He scoffs and tips his chin up, rolling his eyes at the ceiling. âIâm sure I have so much in common with Lydiaâs guest list. Yeah, we can talk about how they can bench-press two of me and that I also love me some stackingâpancakes, not steroids, but close enough.âÂ
Thereâs a whoosh of a zipper and then youâre in front of him with your arms folded over your chest and thinned eyes. âYou better behave.â
Stiles grins; itâs decidedly obnoxious. âIâll be perfectly cordial, promise. Iâll even speak slowly.â
You laugh, and Stiles knows youâre only pretending that you didnât want to.Â
âI think itâll be good for you.â You return to your vanity and pilfer through your mess of earrings. âYâknow, to get out of your head for a little bit. It really is just gonna be us and a few plus ones. I know you, boy wonder, no parties shall ever be thrown in your honor. I solemnly swear.â
He smiles at the childhood pet name, a private little grin Stiles keeps tucked in his chest and at his feet. It falls, however, when he remembers the middle bits of your speech. âSo,â Stiles gnaws on his thumbnail and jiggles his knee, âdid you invite a plus one?â
You slide a gold hoop through your ear and grin at him, âNah, Iâm all yours tonight, Stilinski.â
Good. God.
Stiles wants to kiss you. He always wants to kiss you, but sometimes every inch of you rips the air from his lungsâcleaves him right in two. Like right now. He forgets how to speak, trying to remember what he can say and what he absolutely canât say, while he imagines a life where you really are his and you know that heâs always been yours.Â
Youâre just so pretty in your little skirt and cherry t-shirt, and youâre so clever, and funny, and youâre looking at him like heâs your favorite person in the entire world, and Stiles feels all of it spilling over the edges of his restraint. He almost says something so heavyâso categorically, catastrophically stupid, it would ruin your friendship for good. Â
Stiles swallows it back into his chest, but his voice is still thick when he says, âAll mine, huh.â
Heâs sick with yearning, and heâs petrified for a moment that you can tell. It seems so obvious to him. It would be obvious to anyone, Stiles thinks, if they heard how weak he sounded, how soft in his throat and reverent in your presence.Â
But you donât notice. You never do. Itâs a relief, and itâs endlessly frustrating.Â
âYep,â you smack your lips together, blotting your red lipstick until itâs perfect, âI wanna win, and everyone knows you canât win True American with a noob on your team.âÂ
His brow arches, and a lazy grin smears across his mouth, âOh, so weâre getting drunk drunk tonight.â
You wink at him in the mirror, âIf you play your cards right.â
Stiles does, in fact, play his cards right. He picks Scott as the third member of your cabinet, possibly because Scott can outdrink anyoneâŚor maybe itâs because Scott knows that Stiles is pathetically into you and canât keep his mouth shut at the best of times, but especially not when heâs drunk.Â
Whoâs to say, really?
Honestly, Stiles doesnât need the advantageâLydiaâs voluntarily stuck with Isaac and the guy from 2B who canât follow the rules no matter how many times they shout them at him, and Malia and Kira care far more about making goo-goo eyes at each other than they do helping their friend from yoga make any progress towards the Kingâbut heâs competitive by nature and feeling exceptionally stupid tonight.Â
Lydia introduced the Clinton Strip Rules solely to ogle her latest man candyâs aggressively sculpted six-pack and show off her bewitching dĂŠcolletage, and it was going along swimmingly until the idiot forgot how to count.Â
It was so simple. All the guy had to do was hold up three fingersâthatâs all. He wouldâve matched Lydia's count, and then they could've made out behind the Iron Curtain. But he didnât. He held up two fingers and in doing so single-handedly crafted Stiles Stilinskiâs demise.
Ironic. Considering the moron can't craft a compound-complex sentence to save his life.Â
For a single, endless moment, you and Stiles just stare at each other, more specifically, at the four fingers plastered against your foreheadsâand then the spell is broken by drunken cackling. Lydia grins like the cat who caught the canary, and Scott laughs until his face turns red. Heâs loud and obnoxious with the four drinks heâs downed, and Stiles wants to shove him out the window.Â
âGuys,â Stiles whines, âyou donât reallyââ
You finish the beer in your hand and shrug your shoulders, âItâs fine.âÂ
Stilesâs head whips towards you, big-eyed and fish-mouthed. He canât form words. Canât speak any of the five languages he knows. Heâs become a Stiles Stilinski skinsuit held up by a skeleton of gelatin and faulty survival instincts.Â
You smile at him a little and shrug again, âItâs just a game, right?âÂ
You donât say it, but Stiles can hear it with painful clarity: It doesnât mean anything.Â
Stiles doesnât know how to say no without telling the truth. Itâs not that he doesnât want to, not exactly. Stiles wants to kiss youâof course he wants to kiss you, feels like the whole goddamn world knows he wants to kiss you and is conspiring against himâbut not like this. He doesnât want to kiss you when itâs nothing. Heâs thought about it far too much, imagined it on his bedroom ceiling in the safety of darkness too many nights, to blow it all on a stupid drinking game. A stupid gym-broâs mistake.Â
Stiles had a plan. A plan he never actually had the courage to act on, but a plan nonetheless.Â
He was going to hold your face with shaking hands, smooth his thumbs along the sleek line of your jaw, look you in the eyes so that you could see the disbelief, the wonder, the awe. Youâd see that he was overwhelmed to the bone, to all the nerves shivering inside the marrow, and youâd have to forgive him for being so tongue-tied and awkwardâfor taking so long.Â
And then, heâd kiss you.Â
Heâd kiss you again, and again, and again, until one of you started laughing, but thatâd be okay because it would give him the chance to kiss your neck and whisper, 'Youâre the sky, and the mountains, and everything in-between.'
'Youâre dark matter; youâre gravity,' heâd kiss the words into your skin and sigh, 'youâre the only thing holding the universe together.'
But he canât say that, so Stiles follows you into Lydiaâs bedroom and wipes the sweat on his palms off on his jeans.
Youâre a little giggly while you fumble for the light. Itâs breathy, and you canât meet his eyes. Stiles feels a little better knowing that youâre almost as nervous as he is. You arenât usually the nervous kind, after all. Thatâs his thing.Â
Stiles slides his hands into his back pockets and rocks onto his heels, âWe donâtâŚwe can just pretend that weâŚdid it.â
âDid it?â you arch a brow, lips curling into a wry grin. âItâs just a kiss, Stiles. I thought you wanted to win? We gotta end Lydiaâs streak, or sheâll be insufferable.â
Stilesâs mouth goes dry: cottony with wanting, brittle with misery. He canât pretend anymore; he canât pretend that he's not dying from this. Â
You canât look at Stilesâs face. Canât see the panic. Itâs why you shuffle closer to him, stiffly reach for his shoulders and awkwardly search for the least romantic place to rest your hands. Stilesâs back thuds against the wall, and you finally dart your eyes to his. âItâs fine,â you say weakly.Â
Thereâs a loud chorus of, âKiss, kiss, kiss,â through the door, and Stiles watches the resolve harden your face. His chest rises and falls with quick, shallow exhales. He can hear his pulse ricochet around his ear canal, can feel the sweat gathering on his palms, can taste the anticipation in the air.
You roll your shoulders back a few times and shake your hands by your side, rotating your neck in a few slow circles. âJust kiss me, Stilinski. No biggie. I think we can catch up to Isaac if you hurry the hell up and plant one onââ
âNot like this!âÂ
Your mouth parts into a perfect little âoâ, and Stilesâs eyes bulge when he realizes that the pathetic, desperate cry came from him.Â
You fold your arms over your chest and tilt your head with an expression on your face that Stiles canât read for the life of him. âWhat,â you lick your lip, and Stiles squirms with shame when he canât stop himself from tracking the movement, âwhat does that mean?â
Stilesâs face spasms, and he can feel his IQ drop by tens the longer you stare at him.Â
âNo, I didnâtâŚâ Stilesâs stutters, flicking his gaze to your forehead, your chin, between your browsâanywhere but your eyes. His nose scrunches as he shakes his head, âNothing. I justâI didnât mean like that.â Stiles isnât entirely sure what you think he meant, but considering he canât decide what he means, itâs a safe bet that youâre wrong.
Stiles's hands take over for his melting brain matter, gesturing wildly every-so often like the flexing and contracting add any actual meaning to his meaningless babble. âI just, we canât like that because thatâs notâŚDo you know, likeâŚ? Itâs very, like, you donâtâŚâ His eyelids seem to have forgotten how to blink, and Stiles thinks heâd do just about anything for a piano to fall out of the sky right about now.
The chanting outside the door gets louder; Stiles isnât sure if itâs real or just his anxiety. Through his narrowing pinprick vision, the only thing he can see at the end of the dark, dark tunnel is Lydiaâs window. The heavy purple curtains frame the opening like serendipitous velvet gift wrapping.
Stiles swallows and nods sharply, âIf youâll excuse me.â
Stiles steps around you, and you follow his path with your eyes. Theyâre pinched with suspicion, but mostly concern. âStiles, what are you doââ
âIâm fine,â Stiles tries to wave off your worries with a shaky hand.Â
And then he unlatches Lydiaâs window and crawls on top of a chair to reach the opening.
âOkay, this makes sense. I just need a little air,â Stiles mumbles to himself. His dirty sneakers leave a clear outline of his soles on the white fur. Under any other circumstances, youâd both be desperately trying to scrub the fabric clean before Lydia found the stains and rained her wrath down upon your very fragile, bruisable bodies. Under these circumstances, youâre preoccupied with the half of Stilesâs body thatâs hanging outside the window of your 3rd-story apartment.
âStiles!â you stumble to the wall and freeze, unsure how to pull him back in without accidentally tipping him onto the concrete three floors below.Â
Stiles manages to slip the rest of his body through the window without breaking any limbs. Yet. âThis is what I needed. Yup, this isââ his eyes engulf his face, a wide pool of churning honey, when he finally realizes just how small the ledge is and just how far away the ground is, âah, ha, ha!â
âStiles!â You cover your face with your hands and shake your head over and over again. You hope, childishly, if you spin fast enough, you can rewind time back to 10 minutes agoâwhen Stiles was safe on the floor and you could stop yourself from giving into the silly, stupid desire to kiss him. Just once. To finally find out how it would feel. Â
You peek through your fingers and wince as he stumbles towards the left. âYou donât have to kiss me!â
Stiles disappears from view, and you tumble into the hallway. You let out a low hiss when your hip slams into a sharp corner. The flare of pain is soon forgotten, however, when Stiles slams his hands against the living room window. Everyone turns to gawk at him, eight mouths wide open and not a single word is spoken until Stiles presses his entire body against the glass.Â
The window hasnât been cleaned since you all moved in, so you canât quite make out his expression through grime and dirt, but you can hear the shrill urgency in his voice. âThis is a regretâI immediately regret this.â It would be funny, how high his voice isâapproaching autotuned chipmunk territory, honestlyâif he wasnât six inches away from certain death. You can all laugh about it later when Stiles is safe on the couch, you decide. After youâve punched him in the arm for doing something so bone-shatteringly stupid, obviously.Â
Malia does laugh, and Kira smacks her shoulder. You almost appreciate the levity; it reminds you that your brain needs oxygen to function.
Scott cups his hand around his mouth and shouts, âDonât move!â
Stiles smooshes his button nose into the glass. He inhales and exhales with mad abandon, creating and erasing a cloud of condescension with every breath. âI've made a very bad mistake! Iâm not trained for this!â his lips smear against the glass, muffling his cries for help. Stiles pulls back, and leaves a streak of saliva behind. At least, that patch of the window is clean now, biohazard be damned.Â
Itâs Scott who ends up saving the day. No surprise there. He gets Stiles through the window and shoves him onto the couch, teeth ground in what can only be described as parental frustration.Â
Scott folds his arms over his chest and narrows his eyes, âYou scared me half to death out there.â
Isaac snorts and rolls his eyes, quipping over Scott's shoulder, âAre you not getting enough attention?â
âIâm fine!â Stiles groans into his hands and pinches the bridge of his nose. Itâs still red from being smashed against the window, and the rest of his face matches with his embarrassed flush. âI am fine! I was partly joking and at least 64% drunk!â
âStiles, we will talk about this in the morning,â Scottâs face is stern, and his grip on Stilesâs shoulder is just as firm, âbut right now, Iâm gonna go do stuff with a girl.â
Scottâs face is still solemn when he high-fives Isaac, mostly out of habit. You do laugh then. Canât help it. A little bit of relief creeps through your constricted chest when Stiles smiles. Itâs brief, a little twitch at the corners of his slightly-swollen mouth, but itâs there.Â
Allison rolls her eyes when Scott holds out his hand, but she still takes it and follows him towards his bedroom.
âShut the door!â Stiles shouts at their backs. He slumps back against the couch cushions when the thudding of Scott's door closing echoes through the hall.
Itâs quiet for a moment. Kira shifts awkwardly, clinging to Maliaâs arm for balance when the fog of alcohol spreads from her flushed cheeks to her platform combat boots. Malia doesnât look that concerned, but sheâs always been cool under pressureâŚand any other emotion.Â
You expect Lydia to look as worried as you do, but she has a strange, calculating look in her eyes. Theyâre sharp in the light of her brilliance; the jade almost looks feline.Â
Lydiaâs beaux ends up breaking the silence with a loose laugh. His head tips back with his chuckle, and he throws his meaty arm around Lydiaâs shoulders. âThat was freakinâ hilarious! I mean, dude jumped out on a ledge instead of kissing a 10. Can you believe that?â
Lydia looks wholly unamused and says flatly, âI really canât.â She fixes Stiles with a look you canât read, but Stiles seems to understand.Â
âI know.â Stiles drops his face into his hands and digs his face into the cradle of his wide palms. "Iâm an idiot.â
Everyone seems to hear a cue that you missed while watching Stilesâs chest rise and fall. Malia, Kira, and their plus one filter out the door one-by-one, and Isaac kisses your cheek before wrapping his scarf around his neck. Youâre relieved again when you hear Stiles scoff; itâs something he always does when Isaac puts on one of his pretentious kerchiefs in the balmy, LA weather. Itâs nice to see some things are still the same.Â
Lydia stares at Stiles, and they have a silent conversation that ends with a patented Lydia Martin glare and a quintessential Stiles Stilinski squint.Â
Lydia leaves with her late night delight and kiss to your other cheek, and suddenly itâs just you and Stiles.Â
You wring your fingers together, gnawing on the lining of your cheek. You canât think of anything to say. To Stiles. You never thought youâd see the day.Â
The couch creaks with Stilesâs shifting weight. He pushes himself to his feet and stands in front of you. The redness in his face has faded, baring the smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose that youâre so fond of. His lips part. Your breath stills, waiting. Wanting. His silence washes over the room like a flood, and you close your eyes. Youâre afraid of it, witnessing the inevitable wreckage.Â
It doesnât come.Â
You hear the quiet padding of Stilesâs footsteps. When you open your eyes, heâs gone, slinking down the hall to his bedroom. You stare at the place he was just standing, feeling the chill of his absence, and then itâs gone. A glaring blaze of anger warms your face, and you allow it to carry you to Stilesâs closed door. What a metaphor; the thought grinds your molars together until they screech. Â
You wrench his door open, and Stiles jumps, halfway out of his jeans. He stumbles over the cuffs and almost falls on his face. You wish you could tease him, laugh until you snort and Stiles glares at you through his pathetic attempt to hide his smirk. But you canât. Not yet.Â
âYouâre really just going to leave it like that?â you say, closing his door behind you. Itâs preemptive; you feel a little like yelling. âThat was a whole other level of stupid, Stiles, even by your standard.âÂ
Stiles quickly yanks his pants back up and buttons them, struggling with the zipper and his twitching fingers. âCan we just not,â Stiles rubs a hand over his face, looking infinitely older than he is, and mumbles a hollow, âactually, can we never.â
The words hang heavily in the air. In the harrowing quiet, you think: Oh god, is this it? Is this really the end?
Stiles stares at his feet, at the hole heâs wearing in the oak floor. He hears it too, the weight of what heâs done. Fucking hell, he thinks, I didn't know cowardice could be so loud.
You smooth your hands over your hair, clasping for any semblance of composure. âI justâŚI didnât realize that the thought of kissing me was soâŚtraumatic.âÂ
Stiles jerks his head from the floor and tugs his fingers through hair. He pulls at the roots until it stings and shakes his head, âThatâs notâŚyouâre,â he gestures towards you helplessly and swallows the millions of things he wants to say, âyou.âÂ
âYeah,â your shoulder lifts in a tiny shrug, arms winding around your torso like a brace, âthat seems to be the issue.â
Stiles just looks at you for a moment. The lamp on his desk bathes his skin in a wave of warmth when he tilts his head. The tip of his nose casts a shadow over his lips, and you want to trace the divot in his cupidâs bow, the little lines by his nose, the hollow space under his eyes. You want to trace them all with your fingertips and then memorize them with your mouth.Â
Stiles's eyes are golden in the light, and theyâre stuck on yours.Â
âYou areâŚâ Stiles closes his eyes, and his voice is so soft, so devout, âyou are so fucking...inescapable, you know that? You areâŚyouâre so deep inside my head, I canât do anything without thinking about you. Itâs becoming a serious fuckinâ problemâa nuisance, actually, a nuisance. And itâs not like I havenât tried to stop, yâknow, like it would be fuckinâ awesome if I could just forget how you smell like going home and a goddamn spring meadow, or if I could go fuckinâ grocery shopping without looking for those impossible to find chips with the Elmer Fudd lookinâ fucker on âemââ
âHot fries,â you whisper hoarsely.Â
Stiles stops pacing for a moment and nods at you, âThank youâhot fries. And I would love it if I could walk down the street, just once, and not look for a dog to take a picture of, just so I have an excuse to text you without looking like I was just thinking about youâeven though I was obviously just thinking about you because, re my previous ranting, thereâs literally not a single second of the day that you're not on my mind. You're justâŚinevitable.âÂ
âAndâŚI am Iron Man?â your smile is wobbly.Â
Stiles gives you a flat look over his shoulder, âYouâre a smartassâbut I love that. I love everything about youâeven the way you talk through my favorite movies and force-feed me a vegetable once a week.âÂ
âStiles,â you swallow shallowly and rest your hand on his chest. Stiles stops pacing and meets your gaze with big, endless eyes and blinking butterfly lashes. Tipping your head to the side, you swipe your thumb over his thudding heart, âWhat are you trying to say?â
Stiles rests his hand on top of yours, clunkily lacing your fingers together for a little stability. âI love you,â he whispers, because he has to. It has to be this soft. It has to stay just between you and him, in the little bubble of air between your lips. âIâve been in love with you sinceâŚâ Stiles chews on his lip, trying to pinpoint when he knew, when he knew that youâre it for him. There are so many moments that come to mind, and he canât pick a single one. Itâs just that the line between mud pies, and t-ball, and this is so blurry. Stiles canât tell where it really begins and where it ends.Â
It feels boundless, Stiles thinks, infinity. Itâs something, somewhere, past the edge of the universe. Heâs yours infinitely. There is no before he loved you, and there is no after. Itâs just always.
Stiles breathes and sighs out his answer, âForever. Iâve loved you since forever, and I couldnâtâI canât kiss you if it doesnât mean anything.â Â
Your lips curve slowly. Itâs a nervous smile, one thatâs afraid of the rug being yanked out from under happily ever after. âYou love me?â you say quietly, voice little and meek.Â
The tip of Stilesâs tongue darts out, wetting his lip. He nods slowly and rubs the back of his neckâan anxious tick you know very well. Youâve watched Stiles for eighteen years, after all. Youâve studied the tendons in his neck, how they flex when he crooks his head down to read, how it makes your belly warm more than it should. You know he flexes his fingers exactly three times before starting a test, and you know that the long veins in his arms are the most stupidly attractive things youâve ever seen. Heâs the most attractive thing youâve ever seen, and youâve loved him for so long itâs written in your bone marrow.Â
Stiles scratches his neck until itâs pink and raw, and you pull his hand away instinctively. He smiles at you so timidly it breaks your heart, âIs that okay?âÂ
You nod, and nod, and nod. âVery okay. Very, very okay. The most okay of all the okayâs.â Itâs so fast, and itâs been so long, but mostly itâs right. Like this is the only logical conclusion, the answer to a cold case that took eighteen years to solve. Your life has always been youandstiles, and that sounds a whole like forever.Â
Slipping a hand to the back of his neck, you run your thumb along the knobs of his spine and whisper, âI am so ridiculously in love with you, boy wonder.âÂ
Stiles grins. It starts small, fond, tenderâbut the more times he hears it, every time she loves me, she loves me, she loves me bounces around his ribcage, his grin gets a little bigger, a little brighter. Soon, it stretches across his entire face and swallows you whole. He looks more than alive like this; you want to taste the electricity in his mouth.Â
You smile at each other for a long time, and you look at Stiles through your lashes. âSo,â you tip your chin and bat your eyes, âyou gonna kiss me?â
Stiles is going to kiss you. He swears. Heâs justâŚheâs thinking too much after an evening of not thinking at all. Heâs been waiting for this for forever, and what if his lips are dryâor, worse, what if theyâre too wet? What if his hands are cold and clammy, and you can feel his sweat when he cups your cheeks. He definitely feels sweaty. And nervous. Andâ
You rock onto your tiptoes and kiss him. Itâs a little kiss, soft and short, but everything goes static and neon around you. You let out a little sigh, start to pull awayâand Stiles whimpers. His hands surges forward and latches onto the back of your neck, pulling your mouth back to his.Â
Stiles slides the breadth of his large palm up and down your back, chasing the rhythm of your breath. There isn't much to chase, you think deliriously, you arenât really sure if you need oxygen to survive anymore. You like swallowing his sounds and tasting his tongue far more than breathing. It feels like Stiles agrees with you when he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest, digging his fingers into the small of your back until thereâs nowhere else for you to go. Silly boy. As if youâd rather be anywhere else.Â
He makes the sweetest little noises in-between your kisses, softening the wet smacking of lips and tongues. You chase them, learning what he likes by unraveling him one sound at a time, with a tug on his hair here, a nibble on his lip there, and your hands just about everywhere.
Itâs hot. Literally. You can feel heat licking your skinâor maybe thatâs just Stiles. Your head is a little fuzzy from his kisses and not enough oxygen, and logic is a distant thought. Breathing. People need to breathe.Â
Stilesâs nose bumps against yours when he pulls back. He smiles drunkenly and leans in for one more kiss. Itâs quick and open-mouthed, two little brushes of his lips, and it steals whatâs left of the air in your lungs.Â
Stiles brushes your hair back and rests his forehead against yours. His breath chills your spit-slick, swollen mouth, and you shiver at the look in his eyes. âI meant something like that.â
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Kira Yukimura and Derek Hale friendship. Itâs special and wonderful and great and nobody is utilizing it enough.
Kira is pure and kind with absolute no ill intentions at all. Derek probably hadnât had anyone like that in his life since well. Ever
Everyone in that show was a little mean to Derek at the minimum. Even Scott. Especially Scott. Kira doesnât have a single mean bone in her body
I see a lot of little brother Isaac Lahey yada yada. Give me younger sister figure Kira Yukimura.
The fandom has pretty much all agreed that Derek is a sisters guy. Closer to Cora and Laura than his brothers. GIVE HIM A LITTLE SISTER FIGURE!!!!! MAKE IT KIRA!!!!!!!!!
I cherish the very few interactions they had in the show. Please give me more in fics
#teen wolf#derek hale#sterek#derek/stiles#derek and stiles#stiles stilinski#stiles and derek#stiles/derek#stiles stilinksi#dylan o'brien
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ok last one (for now xD) may i request the entire bedroom headcanon prompt list for kira đ? i feel like the set design team for teen wolf had no idea what they were doing with any of the characters xD
- @bebbie-bilinski
đLittle Kira Bedroom headcanons đ ⢠event masterlist
[pictures included]
1. What kind of bed do they sleep in? What size is it?
- she sleeps in a full size bed thatâs a memory foam mattress, she can get pretty sore from all the fighting she does while big so having something soft and squishy is really nice when she gets home and can regress. She really leans into her feminine side when sheâs regressed, often feeling that it gets overlooked in turn of people focusing on how sheâs a kitsune instead, so a lot of her bedding/room is âgirly girlâ pink. including a canopy that Scott got her after finding out about her regression, she adores it and will invite Scott over so they can sit under it & watch shows or read books. her bed frame isnât bulky or anything special really, just something she picked up from ikea but she likes keeping it tucked against a wall so she has less of a chance of rolling off (she moves a lot in her sleep)
2. How many pillows do they sleep with? Whatâs the color of their pillows?
- so so many pillows and stuffies on her bed at all times!! sometimes she wakes up with half of them kicked off her bed just out of the sheer amount of them. her two main pillows have strawberry pillow cases but her actual bed has a pink silk fitted sheet. her favorite throw pillows are a fluffy pink heart that she tucks under chest when she lays on her stomach to watch movies & a cherry blossom pillow, that Lydia got her, she uses to prop her phone up
3. How many blankets do they sleep with? What colors are they?
- she keeps her comforter folded at the end of her bed and opts to sleep on top of her sheets, and she uses at least three different fleece throw blankets every night! the hall closet closest to her room is filled with a bunch of throw blankets, seasonal or just random ones sheâs acquired over the years. the ones below are just some of her favorites
4. Where do they keep their clothes? How are their clothes organized?
- her clothes are stored in cloth organizers she keeps in a wooden shelf made for them! she used to have a dresser but the organizer is easier for her to navigate and doesnât take up as much space as her old dresser
5. What kind of light sources do they have? How many do they have? Why?
- there are so many lights in her room she sometimes finds it hard to keep track of them all. thereâs her main light thatâs attached to her ceiling fan, the lamp she keeps on her nightstand, led lights that are lined around her whole room, fairy lights she trails along the canopy Scott got her, at least two of those light projectors that display different colored patterns on her walls/ceiling, and she has two nightlights that are used almost every night. the nightlights are those squeezable ones as theyâre battery charged and she wonât need to get up from bed to get to an outlet if she ever wanted to turn them off
6. What colors are their bedroom walls?
- theyâre white, itâs versatile and will fit any aesthetic she could want to decorate with
7. What does their bedroom look like? What kind of furniture do they have in there? How big is it?
- itâs a decent size bedroom, not too small for Kira to feel like sheâs running out of space but not big enough for her to not know what to do with it. as I said, her bed stays against a wall, her nightstand next to it and then her organizer of clothes at the end of her bed so she has maximum space on her floor. she also has a small white vanity thatâs on the other wall of her room
8. What kind of floor does their bedroom have? What color?
- she has a wood floor since things get a little too messy for a carpet. Itâs not too dark of a wood but not super bright, she likes it
9. Do they have any toys? Do they sleep with any of them?
- she has a plushie army! thereâs a million of them and they all have names. she also has a pretty big collection of littlest pet shop & dolls, barbie and monster high are her favorite!
10. Do they have any rugs? If so, what color are they?
- she has a small circle shag rug thatâs pink and matches some of the decorative pillows on her bed!
11. Are there any decorative elements to their bedroom? What are they? Why?
- she has a shelf where she keeps her tea & tea pot and while thatâs not purely for decoration, she really likes how it looks. thereâs other miscellaneous things scattered around on her nightstand or vanity thatâs decorative. a lot of it is to remember trips sheâs taken, places sheâs moved from, memories she shares with people from the pack, and some things her parents have gifted her over the years. thereâs also a few plants she has, sheâs really good at growing things and she likes to sketch them while sheâs little
12. What are some of the things they do in their bedroom?
- loves loves loves to sing & dance around in her room! She also likes to practice with her lacrosse stick if sheâs feeling big enough, she knows better than to touch her sword while small. she loves to watch movies too, sheâs even gotten a projector sheâs able to set up on her nightstand and point towards the wall where her vanity is to watch!
13. Do they share their bedroom with anyone. If so, who?
- nope! she has no siblings so nobody to share a room with, but occasionally malia or lydia will stay over!
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Can you do a mood board of Kiras bedroom
Ooooo oki!! This is my first try at this- but I definitely think her room would be veryyyy girly!!! And I absolutely love @jjtheresidentbaby Headcannon about Scott getting her a canopy so I definitely wanted to add that in!!!
(I'm really hoping this is okay đ
A lot of my inspiration for this came from JJ's bedroom Headcannons for her as I don't know her character very well yet!!!)
#agere blog#sfw agere#sfw littlespace#sfw little post#little space#agere little#aewlittlerambles#sfw little community#aewlittlemoodboards#teen wolf age regression#teen wolf agere#kira yukimura#regressor!kira yukimura
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cheer up, babe (20,173) by @dyke-yoonji (graveltotempo) Art by @springlockedspectre For @sterekbigbang 2023-2024, Round 6 Rated: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski; Allison Argent & Lydia Martin & Erica Reyes & Stiles Stilinski & Kira Yukimura; Vernon Boyd & Derek Hale & Isaac Lahey & Erica Reyes & Malia Tate & Kira Yukimura Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Jackson Whittemore, Danny MÄhealani, Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Pining, Cheerleaders, Cheerleader Stiles Stilinski, Basketball Player Derek Hale, Pining Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski in a Skirt, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse Omega Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Talia Hale Lives, Stiles Stilinski is a Little Shit, Stiles Stilinski is a Tease, Stiles is hot, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski are the Same Age, Explicit Language Implied Sexual Content
Summary: He was the basketball captain. And he was a cheerleader. Can I make it any more clear? OR: Derek Hale thought he had his crush on Stiles Stilinski under control. And then Stiles decided to show up to school in a skirt.
#sterek#derek hale#stiles stilinski#teen wolf#eternalsterek#derek x stiles#derek/stiles#sterekbigbang#sterek big bang#sterekevents#sterek art#sterek au#sterek fanfiction#sterek fanfic#sterek is eternal#stiles x derek#stiles/derek#sterek fic#teen wolf fanart#sterek event#sterek events#sterek edit#sterek big bang round 6#sterek big bang 2023#the sterek big bang
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â°â⤠â masterlist;
FANDOMS I WRITE FOR;
- Teen wolf
- Marvel Cinematic Universe
- Supernatural
- The Walking Dead (AMC)
- Merlin (BBC)
- Stranger things
- Dune
- Game of Thrones
- F.R.I.E.N.D.S
- The Maze Runner
- Lord of The Rings
- The Hobbit
- Harry Potter
- Brooklyn Nine-Nine
- IT
- Diary of a Wimpy Kid
- Dead Poet's Society
- Shameless
- Handsome Devil
- The Black Phone
- Sweet Home
- Arcane
- Spider-man Universe
- The Goldfinch
- The Last of Us
- The Beekeeper
- Weak Hero Class 1
- Bad and Crazy
ANIMES;
- Demon Slayer
- My Hero Academia
(the anime list will get updated as long as I continue watching anime.)
Characters I will to write for;
Teen wolf:
- Stiles Stilinski
Stiles Stilinski x top!m!reader (smut)
- Scott McCall
none yet..
- Derek Hale
none yet..
- Allison Argent
none yet..
- Lydia Martin
none yet..
- Isaac Lahey
none yet..
- Jackson Whittemore
none yet..
- Peter Hale
none yet..
- Malia Tate
none yet..
- Kira Yukimura
none yet..
- Liam Dunbar
none yet..
- Theo Raeken
none yet..
- Jordan Parrish
none yet..
- Erica Reyes
none yet..
- Ethan Steiner
none yet..
- Aiden Steiner
none yet..
- Christopher Argent
none yet..
- Mason Hewitt
none yet..
- Danny Mahealani
none yet..
Marvel Cinematic Universe:
- Tony Stark
none yet..
- Peter Parker
none yet..
- Bruce Banners
none yet..
- Thor Odinson
none yet..
- Loki Laufeyson
none yet..
- Steve Rogers
none yet..
- Natasha Romanoff
none yet..
- Stephen Strange
none yet..
- Wanda Maximoff
none yet..
- Clint Barton
none yet..
- Bucky Barnes
none yet..
- Carol Danvers
none yet..
- Shuri
none yet..
- Sam Wilson
none yet..
- Okoye
none yet..
- Wade Wilson
none yet..
- Pietro Maximoff
none yet..
- Vision
none yet..
- Yelena Belova
none yet..
- Peter Quill
none yet..
- Gamora
none yet..
- Nebula
none yet..
- Matt Murdock
none yet..
- Frank Castle
none yet..
- Xu Shang-chi
none yet..
- Eddie Brock
none yet..
Supernatural:
- Dean Winchester
- Sam Winchester
'What a perv.' Dean x top!m!reader (smut)
Hate sex with Dean (male reader, smut)
none yet..
- Castiel
none yet..
ALL; SUPERNATURAL HEADCANONS (NSFW)
(I have little knowledge of supernatural.)
The Walking Dead:
- Rick Grimes
none yet..
- Carl Grimes
none yet..
- Michonne
none yet..
- Negan
none yet..
- Daryl Dixon
male reader x daryl dixon (smut)
- Eugene
none yet..
- Rosita Espinosa
none yet..
- Maggie Greene
none yet..
- Glenn Rhee
none yet..
- Carol Peletier
none yet..
- Andrea
none yet..
- Gabriel Stokes
none yet..
- Dwight
none yet..
- Simon
none yet..
Merlin:
- Merlin
none yet..
- Arthur Pendragon
none yet..
- Morgana Pendragon
none yet..
- Guinevere
none yet..
- Lancelot
none yet..
- Mordred
none yet..
- Gwaine
none yet..
- Percival
none yet..
- Elyan
none yet..
- Leon
none yet..
Strangers things:
- Mike Wheeler
none yet..
- Nancy Wheeler
none yet..
- Will Byers
none yet..
- Jonathan Byers
none yet..
- Joyce Byers
none yet..
- Jim Hopper
none yet..
- Jane 'Eleven' Hopper
none yet..
- Lucas Sinclair
none yet..
- Dustin Henderson
none yet..
- Steve Harrington
none yet..
- Maxine Mayfield
none yet..
- Billy Hargrove
none yet..
- Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov
none yet..
- Eddie Munson
none yet..
- Henry Creel
none yet..
- Robin Buckley
none yet..
ALL; stranger things headcanons.. pt 1.
Dune:
- Paul Atreides
none yet..
- Leto Atreides
none yet..
- Chani
none yet..
- Feyd-Rautha
none yet..
- Duncan Idaho
none yet..
- Stilgar
none yet..
Game of Thrones:
- Ned Stark
none yet..
- Catelyn Stark
none yet..
- Robb Stark
none yet..
- Jon Snow
none yet..
- Theon Greyjoy
none yet..
- Sansa Stark
none yet..
- Arya Stark
none yet..
- Tywin Lannister
none yet..
- Jaime Lannister
none yet..
- Cersei Lannister
none yet..
- Tyrion Lannister
none yet..
- Tommen Baratheon
none yet..
- Joffrey Baratheon
none yet..
- Daenerys Targaryen
none yet..
- Jorah Mormont
none yet..
- Sandor Clegane
none yet..
- Samwell Tarly
none yet..
- Margaery Tyrell
none yet..
- Tormund Giantsbane
none yet..
- Brienne of Tarth
none yet..
- Podrick
none yet..
- Ramsay Bolton
none yet..
- Jaqen H'ghar
none yet..
- Grey Worm
none yet..
F.R.I.E.N.D.S:
- Rachel Greene
none yet..
- Phoebe Buffay
none yet..
- Monica Geller
none yet..
- Ross Geller
none yet..
- Chandler Bing
none yet..
- Joey Tribbiani
Joey Tribbiani dating headcanons (SFW+NSFW)
The Maze Runner:
- Thomas
none yet..
- Newt
none yet..
- Minho
none yet..
- Gally
none yet..
- Frypan
none yet..
- Aris
none yet..
- Janson
none yet..
Lord of The Rings:
- Frodo Baggins
none yet..
- Samwise Gamgee
none yet..
- Pippin Took
none yet..
- Merry Brandybuck
none yet..
- Aragorn
none yet..
- Legolas
none yet..
- Boromir
none yet..
- Faramir
none yet..
- Galadriel
none yet..
- Arwen
none yet..
- Ăowyn
none yet..
- Ăomer
none yet..
The Hobbit:
- Bilbo Baggins
none yet..
- Thorin Oakenshield
none yet..
- Kili Durin
none yet..
- Fili Durin
none yet..
- Tauriel
none yet..
- King Thranduil
none yet..
- Elrond
none yet..
Harry Potter:
- Harry Potter
none yet..
- Hermione Granger
none yet..
- Ron Weasley
none yet..
- Fred Weasley
none yet..
- George Weasley
none yet..
- Draco Malfoy
none yet..
- Blaise Zabini
none yet..
- Oliver Wood
none yet..
- Seamus Finnigan
none yet..
- Luna Lovegood
none yet..
- Neville Longbottom
none yet..
- Dean Thomas
none yet..
- Severus Snape
none yet..
- Sirius Black
none yet..
- Regulus Black
none yet..
- Remus Lupin
none yet..
- James Potter
none yet..
- Lily Potter
none yet..
- Bill Weasley
none yet..
- Bellatrix Lestrange
none yet..
- Cedric Diggory
none yet..
- Lucius Malfoy
none yet..
- Narcissa Malfoy
none yet..
Brooklyn Nine-Nine:
- Jake Peralta
none yet..
- Amy Santiago
none yet..
- Charles Boyle
none yet..
- Gina Linetti
none yet..
- Rosa Diaz
none yet..
- Terry Jeffords
none yet..
- Ray Holt
none yet..
IT:
- Richie Tozier
none yet..
- Eddie Kaspbrak
none yet..
- Beverly Marsh
none yet..
- Bill Denbrough
none yet..
- Stanley Uris
none yet..
- Ben Hanscom
none yet..
- Mike Hanlon
none yet..
- Henry Bowers
none yet..
- Patrick Hockstetter
none yet..
Diary of a wimpy kid:
- Greg Heffley
none yet..
- Rodrick Heffley
none yet..
Dead Poet's Society:
- Neil Perry
none yet..
- Todd Anderson
none yet..
- Charlie Dalton
none yet..
- Knox Overstreet
none yet..
- Steven Meeks
none yet..
- John Keating
none yet..
Shameless:
- Fiona Gallagher
none yet..
- Lip Gallagher
none yet..
- Ian Gallagher
none yet..
- Debbie Gallagher
none yet..
- Carl Gallagher
none yet..
- Liam Gallagher
none yet..
- Mickey Milkovich
none yet..
- Mandy Milkovich
none yet..
- Kevin Ball
none yet..
- Veronica Fisher
none yet..
- Jimmy Lishman
none yet..
- Karen Jackson
none yet..
Handsome Devil:
- Ned Roche
none yet..
- Conor Masters
none yet..
- Dan Sherry
none yet..
The Black Phone:
- Finney Blake
none yet..
- Robin Arellano
none yet..
- Vance Hopper
none yet..
- Bruce Yamada
none yet..
- Billy
none yet..
- Griffin
none yet..
Sweet home:
- Cha Hyun-su
none yet..
- Lee Eun-hyuk
none yet..
- Pyeon Sang-wook
none yet..
- Jung Jae-heon
none yet..
- Seo Yi-kyung
none yet..
- Lee Eun-yu
none yet..
- Yoon Ji-su
none yet..
- Jung Ui-Myeong
none yet..
Arcane:
- Jinx
none yet..
- Vi
none yet..
- Viktor
none yet..
- Caitlyn
none yet..
- Silco
none yet..
- Sevika
none yet..
- Ekko
none yet..
- Vander
none yet..
- Mel
none yet..
- Jayce
none yet..
Spider-Man Universe:
- Peter Parker (A. G.)
none yet..
- Peter Parker (T. M.)
none yet..
- Peter B. Parker
none yet..
- Miles Morales (Earth 1610)
none yet..
- Miles Morales (Earth 42)
none yet..
- Miguel O'Hara
none yet..
- Hobie Brown
none yet..
- Pavitr Prabhakar
none yet..
- Gwen Stacy
none yet..
The Goldfinch:
- Boris Pavlikovsky
none yet..
- Theodore Decker
none yet..
The Last of Us:
- Ellie Williams
none yet..
- Joel Miller
none yet..
- Tommy Miller
none yet..
- Tess Servopoulos
none yet..
- Abby Anderson
none yet..
- Dina Woodward
none yet..
- Lev
none yet..
- Yara
none yet..
- Jesse Pinkman
none yet..
- Manny
none yet..
- Owen
none yet..
- Mel
none yet..
The Beekeeper:
- Derek Danforth
none yet..
- Adam Clay
none yet..
Weak Hero Class 1:
- Yeon Si-eun
none yet..
- Oh Beom-seok
none yet..
- Ahn Su-ho
none yet..
- Park Hu-min
none yet..
- Kang Woo-young
none yet..
- Jeon Seok-dae
none yet..
Bad and Crazy:
- Ryu Soo-Yeol
none yet..
- Do In-beom
none yet..
- K
none yet..
- Oh Kyung-Tae
none yet..
- Boss Yong
none yet..
- Andrei Kang
none yet..
Demon slayer:
- Tanjiro Kamado
none yet..
- Nezuko Kamado
none yet..
- Zenitsu Agatsuma
none yet..
- Inosuke Hashibira
none yet..
- Genya Shinazugawa
none yet..
- Kanao Tsuyuri
none yet..
- Aoi
none yet..
- Shinobu Kocho
none yet..
- Tomioka Giyuu
none yet..
- Rengoku Kyojuro
none yet..
- Uzui Tengen
none yet..
- Mitsuri Kanroji
none yet..
- Obanai Iguro
none yet..
- Shinazugawa Sanemi
none yet..
- Muichiro Tokito
none yet..
- Gyomei Himejima
none yet..
- Muzan Kibutsuji
none yet..
- Akaza
none yet..
- Douma
none yet..
- Gyutaro
none yet..
- Daki
none yet..
- Kokushibo
none yet..
- Murata
none yet..
HASHIRA; hashira headcanons, pt.1 (angst)
My Hero Academia:
- Izuku Midoriya
none yet..
- Katsuki Bakugou
none yet..
- Shoto Todoroki
none yet..
- Tenya Iida
none yet..
- Ochako Uraraka
none yet..
- Denki Kaminari
none yet..
- Eijirou Kirishima
none yet..
- Tokoyami Fumikage
none yet..
- Shoji Mezo
none yet..
- Momo Yaoyorozu
none yet..
- Hanta Sero
none yet..
- Kyoka Jirou
none yet..
- Mashirao Ojirou
none yet..
- Mina Ashido
none yet..
- Yuga Aoyama
none yet..
- Monoma Neito
none yet..
- Shinsou Hitoshi
none yet..
- Rumi Usagiyama
none yet..
- Keigo Takami
none yet..
- Aizawa Shouta
none yet..
- Hizashi Yamada
none yet..
- Oboro Shirakumo
none yet..
- Touya Todoroki
none yet..
- Tomura Shigaraki
none yet..
- Toga Himiko
none yet..
- Jin Bubaigawara
none yet..
adding anime back cause I watched demon slayer,,, :3
#top male reader#male reader#request#dom male reader#fanfic#ask#fanfiction#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#supernatural#sweet home#kdrama#bad and crazy#weak hero class 1#spider man#arcane#the black phone#handsome devil 2016#shameless#dead poets society#dps#it 2017#diary of a wimpy kid#b99#harry potter#lotr#the hobbit#the maze runner#game of thrones#teen wolf
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Remember when in season five, Kira asks Scott to look at her with his other eyes and he sees the fox aura points to Kira's sword, hidden under clothes?
I really would like to see more of than.
Like, the aura is an emanation of the fox inside her, so while it cannot be separated from her, it totally has a mind of its own. And if it can point things out, it can do more.
Picture this: aura helping Kira focusing on test by blocking the view of the other students (they are all scribling and writting, and it's stressing her out because she has troubles reading and thus understanding what the assignment is for that test), aura crackling menacingly around Kira totally unprompted because some girls are mocking her nerdy legging behind her, aura making itself visible briefly on the field barring its teeth at an opponent or the goalie to help Kira score and win the game!
(Also aura rolling its eyes when Scott and Kira smooch would be delightful. Kira knows aura is rolling its eyes, she can sense it. But she rolls with it, kissing Scott is more important. And Scott is so not expecting or ready to see an unimpressed fox aura looking at them when he opens his eyes after kissing his girlfriend.)
Consider this as well: auras interacting with each other. I just want to see how Kira's and Noshiko's auras would interact, but also I would love to see Kira's aura interactions with Hikari's.
#kira yukimura#noshiko yukimura#hikari zhang#scott mccall#scira#auras#kitsune lore#so little lore explored in the show and yet so many possibilities#anyway#happy birthday mem!#usermem#teen wolf
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UMMMM
Excuse you?!
So, for the record, my Jackson vibes in the sense that Garrett was bad news were CLEARLY CORRECT. Although he's clearly a LOT worse than Jackson, because Jackson really ultimately wasn't a bad guy, and I sincerely doubt that that's the case with Garrett.
Also, what the f*ck?! His girlfriend's thing is, like, a freaking laser fire choker thingie and I just...the f*ck?!
You know what? I bet you Garrett ordered the keg just so he could get that werewolf on the scene so that his girlfriend could kill him, and that's SMART, which is BAD, because smart villains, are scary villains, and WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT RIGHT NOW.
So you're telling me there are MULTIPLE assassins?
That's awesome. That's great. Beautiful. Love that for us.
Anyways.
In some POSITIVE news, those Stalia and Scira scenes were adorable and I LOVE THOSE TWO COUPLES SO MUCH (I CAN SAY COUPLES NOW BECAUSE SCIRA IS CANON! <3)!!
Scott and Kira working together to contain Liam and eventually tie him up was great (though, why didn't Scott just Alpha up? Was that an intentional choice because of the full moon, or...? 'Cause, like, he bit Liam, which already makes him Liam's Alpha by default, but also, he's a freaking TRUE ALPHA, so I really don't see why a good old Alpha roar wouldn't contain Liam all on its own. But yeah, I suppose the full moon maybe could have affected the change and made it hard for him to control it, so...I'll allow it.). I loved Kira's concern after she knocked him out, and then her and Scott's whole little conversation where they're both clearly already so affectionate towards and protective of this kid (though, as an aside, he is literally two years younger than you, Scott. You say "only fifteen" like he's half your age or something. XD). So sweet. <3
And then STILES AND MALIA AHHHH!!!
Stiles being so insistent that he wouldn't leave her, and that he knew she wouldn't hurt him, all while blaming it on the fact that he doesn't like parties, was just the sweetest and most wholesome thing. And Malia being clearly worried and upset that she might hurt Stiles, but also so undeniably Malia with how up front she was about how much she wanted to kill him was adorably hilarious. Also, I just love how calm and collected Stiles is with Malia's struggle with the change. Like, everything he's been through with Scott up to this point ("Surprisingly enough, you're not the first person to ever say something like that." XD) has made this kind of thing pretty normal for him (wow that's kind of a sad thought, ngl), and he's honestly more worried for her than he is scared of her, and I love that. <3 I honestly really do love their relationship so much. I feel like their chemistry is really fun, and while they may not balance each other quite as well as Stiles and Lydia do (in my opinion), they clearly care about each other, and I feel like they can teach each other a lot, and that in itself makes for a really special relationship. <3
Anyways I love our little couples and our little pack and I hate that we have assassins on the loose but let's hope we can get everything with Liam figured out so that that can be next on the docket.
(Neither of these are the scenes I was talking about, but they are both VERY cute scenes with these couples and I can't wait until I actually get to see both of these. <3 <3 <3)
#stiles stilinski#malia tate#malia hale#stalia#scott mccall#kira yukimura#scira#god i love both of those couples so much#like#yes yes#stydia is still my otp#but i love what stiles brings out in malia#and i love what malia brings out in stiles#and i love how much they love each other#and then SCIRA#scira is my scott otp sooooo#they are LITERALLY the best#I love them <3 <3#cutest little couples <3#teen wolf season 4#4x4#teen wolf spoilers#teen wolf
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