#malia tate fanfiction

[samdeancass]

Show Me

Requested by @ab1nsur

Pairing: Malia Tate x male Reader

Genre: Smut

Characters: Malia, Y/N

Description: When Malia hears Y/N talking about what he'd like to do to her, Malia pulls him aside and tells him to show her what he means.

"You know, she is the only girl that I think could take me, the whole nine inches. Get her up against the wall and fuck her into oblivion. That's what I'd do to her."

You were standing at your locker with your gym buddies. They'd asked you about your recent 'wet dream' about Malia which led to the current conversation. What you didn't realise, however, was that Malia was standing just across the corridor and had heard every last word that you'd said. The smirk that had pasted itself on your face suddenly disappeared when you saw her walking over with a shit-eating grin on her face.

"Oh, fuck." Your buddies turned around and tried to suppress their laughter when Malia pushed her way through the group and stood toe-to-toe with you. "I heard what you'd like to do to me. Now, pretty boy, how about you show me?" She smirked playfully at you, innocently batting her eyes.

You smirked evilly at her, eyes darkening with lust, before roughly grabbing her hand and tugging her down the hallway. "See you later, guys, I have some business to take care of." Wolf whistles and cheering were your reply as you dragged Malia into the nearest closet.

Roughly pushing her inside, you locked the door and slammed her on it before attacking every part of her body. "Alright you little slut, you want me to show you what I wanna do to you?" You wrapped your hand around her throat and squeezed slightly, eliciting a moan from her lips. "Yes, Y/N, show me. Fuck me into oblivion."

You growled in response and roughly turned her around, pressing her face into the door. Roughly, you moved your other hand down her body and stopped at her pants, ripping them from her body.

Unzipping your zipper, you pulled your dick out and pumped a few times before putting a condom on and lining up with her cunt. Without giving her any time to expect it you roughly bottomed out inside her, earning a guttural moan from her. You pressed your body up against hers, wrapped her hair around your hand, and pulled just as you pulled out and slammed back in.

You hammered into her, making her take all of you. You could feel yourself getting closer to your high but you weren't ready to let your dream end. Pulling out, you roughly turned Malia around and slammed your lips onto hers while one hand massaged her breast and another reached down to play with her clit.

"This good enough for you, you little slut?" She opened her mouth to respond but only a low, breathy moan came out. You rubbed a little harder and smirked when you saw Malia's eyes roll to the back of her head. "Oh yeah, you like it rough, don't you? You little whore." That comment tipped her over the edge and she came all over your hand, a loud moan escaping her mouth.

"We're not done yet, sweetheart." Once again, you turned her around and pushed her against the door. You slammed into her, completely bottoming out and going at a monstrous pace. Her face slammed against the door to match the pace you were going at. Loud moans echoed around the room as she orgasmed all over your dick. Your orgasm was dangerously close. The last few thrusts were all that you needed before you emptied your seed into the condom.

Taking it off, you tied the ends together and tossed it in the corner before pulling up your pants and cleaning Malia up. "Was that good enough for you, babe?" She looked up at you through her eyelashes and smiled widely. "The best sex I ever had. But please tell me, when are we gonna tell your friends about us?"

You leaned down and kissed her before opening the door. "Not just yet, let us have this dirty little secret for a little while longer. It makes doing it here more thrilling." You winked at her before walking towards your cheering friends.

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Hi! Is it possible to ask for a request for Teen Wolf Malia Tate. The reader and Malia have been dating for a long time, until a new student starts flirting with Malia, the Reader, seeing this, got angry, and took Malia to her home. At home, the reader shows Malia whose she is and who she is dating, leaving bites and hickeys all over her body. Thank you in advance! Have a nice day/evening/night!!

Jealousy, Jealousy

Malia Tate x GN!Reader

Summary: You can't help but get jealous. But maybe thats exactly what Malia wanted?

Warnings: Smut (Minors DNI), Oral (Malia Reciving), Fingering (Malia Reciving), Face-Riding (Malia Reciving)

Word Count: 848

A/N: Thank you for the ask! Hope you like it.

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You know you shouldn’t be jealous. You and Malia have been together for who knows how long, and together you have been through hell and back. 

But seeing Scott leaning over her, flirting with her, made you see red. You made your way over there as fast as you could, and snatched her away. You could hear Scott begin to protest, but they died out as you got further away.

Malia didn’t protest at all. She already felt the wetness pooling between her legs in anticipation, knowing what happens when you get jealous.

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You tie Malia to the bed, each limb tied to a bedpost. You chuckle at her whines. Your hands fan over her body, tracing over every curve of her sides, running up and down her breasts and pinching her nipples through her shirt and bra.

She squirms, wanting so badly for you to touch her, to fuck her, to do anything literally. But here you are, teasing her while she is tied up with no escape, pussy dripping down onto the mattress below her and over her inner thighs. She twists her body so her pussy can press into her inner thighs, but you are quick to slap her legs apart harshly.

"Don't even think about it," you warn, arching an eyebrow at her in disappointment. She huffs, frustrated beyond belief. “You’ve been a bad girl, and now you're getting punished for it.” At this, she whimpers.

You find the buttons of her shirt and undo them one by one. Once you finish, you swiftly take off your shirt and crawl back up Malia’s body. You finally kiss her harshly, and she moans into your mouth. Making your way to her neck, you find her pulse point immediately and you nip at it, causing her to whimper.

You run your hands over her body again, slipping your hands underneath her bra to tease her nipples. She throws her head back at the feeling, a soft moan expelling from her lips. With this new access to her neck, you leave bites everywhere you can reach.

Finally, you rid her of her bra. You made your way down from her neck to her stomach, marking her up as you went. You finally made it to her hips, and started working at her panties. Hooking your fingers under the thin panty line. You moan at the sight of her, now naked body. She hisses at the cold, and out of desperation, wanting nothing more than for you to touch her 

You crawl on the bed again, and begin eating her out like it's your last meal, and making her cum, one, two, three times. The way your tongue works her fast and teasingly, mixed with the way your fingers fuck into her hard and fast, are the reasons she can cum so fast — She can’t help but think that you’re a girl who knows what she's doing, that's for sure.

But she knows you aren't done with her. You wipe the corners of your mouth, kissing her lips before untying her and flipping her over so her pussy is hovering over you.

"Ride my face, baby," you instruct. You pull her down roughly onto your mouth. Your tongue flicks at her clit, loving how she's still so whiney for you. You pull her closer to you, loving this new position almost as much as she does. 

You suck her clit, humming against her as she grinds over your mouth. She's whimpering, moaning your name like a prayer, and how you wished to answer it.

The bed creaks forcibly against the wall before the slats break from underneath. The two of you look at each other in shock, before erupting in fits of laughter.

“I’m sorry for getting so jealous, baby. I just can’t help it.” You apologize meekly. Malia laughs before replying, “I don’t mind. I mean, it leads to some bomb-ass sex, so…” 

You both laugh, before realizing how tired you are. You look at her one more time, admiring your work, all the marks you left on her. Now no one could deny that she was yours, and only yours. 

She snuggles into you, and you can’t help but think how lucky you are to have this wonderful woman in your life.

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The next day, the exhaustion really hits you. By some miracle you made it to lunch, Lydia noticing you yawn while you ate the bland cafeteria food on your tray. 

"I'm guessing it wasn't studying for your physics test so what's got you so tired Y/N?" she asks. 

"We were having some insanely good sex last night," Malia answered causally. 

Scott chokes on his food, glaring at you jealously. Lydia laughs while Stiles goes to give you a high five but you smack his hand away. 

"Malia," you say embarrassed. 

"What? It was great and as I've seen people say in porn you 'fucked my brains out'," she finishes. 

You blush, while Stiles pats you on the back. You and Malia were definitely going to have to work on the oversharing.

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Ours | Derek Hale Oneshot

Word Count: 3.5K Requested by @gracelynn318: "Derek or Stiles finding out that their significant other (the reader) is pregnant and they try to keep it secret for as long as possible" Warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms (vomiting, nausea, fatigue)

Summary: Derek Hale and (Y/N) have been together for a long time, and they didn't know something was missing from their lives until it arrived unexpectedly. And all they want to do is revel in the moment for as long as they can, by themselves.

A/N: this story follows 0% of canon, just the character's names. will admit. I am a horrible Teen Wolf fan that has yet to see season 5 and 6, and I've also yet to watch the movie. So, definitely an AU 😬also, be on the lookout for tonight or tomorrow for another surprise regarding this request 😉😉

Derek had noticed the change long before (Y/N) had. Long before she knew why she spent her days expelling her meals down the toilet drain, before she understood why her body craved more food than she could keep down, before she had even noticed that a month had passed and her period had not arrived. 

It came late at night. The soft putter of a heartbeat that felt so far that it could have been confused with the sound of rain against the pavement. They had been lying in bed, the exhaustion of living in Beacon Hills the only thing they needed to crash at night. But the sound had been bothering Derek. The continuous rhythm didn’t allow the wolf to lose himself in much-needed slumber. The sound kept him up, especially from where it was coming from. 

“(Y/N),” he whispered, running his hand up and down her arm to wake her. “(Y/N), baby, wake up.” 

“Mm,” she groaned groggily, cuddling to his body tightly. “Go to sleep, Derek.” 

 “(Y/N), I gotta ask you something. Wake up.” 

“We can talk in the morning,” she whined. “I’m tired right now.” 

“It’s important,” he chuckled softly. “I need your complete focus.” 

With a loud exhale, (Y/N) sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The sheet fell from her torso, and the coldness of the night made her skin erupt in goosebumps. She rarely got angry with Derek, but she was coming quite close at that very moment. “You better have a good reason to wake me, Der,” she said. “I’m so tired I might just put off killing you until tomorrow.” 

“Listen, please,” he said. “When was the last time you got your period?” 

“What?” the girl questioned. “You seriously just woke me up to ask about my cycle?” 

“More or less. Just answer. Did you get it last month?” 

It took her a moment to think. The grogginess of being woken up still clutched her mind, and recounting the past weeks was hard. But her body startled awake as she realized she had not gotten her shark week in a month and a half. That fact alone did not scare her. She had always been irregular, and in moments of stress, it was more likely than not that she skipped a cycle. The problem was that not only had she missed a period, she had been feeling sick for the past three weeks. And the math was not too hard to do. 

“I-I didn’t,” she stammered. “W-why are you asking?”

“Oh my god,” he answered. “Oh my god!” 

“What? What’s wrong?” 

Instead of answering, Derek pressed his ear to her stomach until he could hear the sound clearly. Alongside (Y/N)’s quickening heartbeat, a quieter, steady pattern joined. It was too indistinguishable now. “You’re pregnant,” he said. So quiet he wasn’t sure if he had said it at all. “There’s a baby in there. Our baby.” 

“Pregnant…” (Y/N) could not believe the word even as it rolled out of her tongue. “I can’t believe it.” 

“We’ll go to Deaton tomorrow, but I’m certain. I can hear their heart beating in there.” 

(Y/N)’s mind was reeling. Pregnant, she thought to herself. The word felt foreign. So did her body. Derek had noticed the change before her. How could she not have known that a life was growing inside her? How could she ever be a mother when she did not even know herself?  

Without realizing it, tears fell down her cheeks. She felt weak and panicked. The strong woman that had faced the biggest dangers and far scarier monsters trembled with the thought of a life depending on her for survival. It was one thing to volunteer to protect the members of the pack. They were old enough to fend for themselves. It was another to be responsible for the life and survival of another human. 

“Hey,” Derek called. His voice sounded like it was underwater. So far away that she could barely hear it. “Baby, what’s going on?” 

She hadn’t noticed that she had stood from the bed and was pacing around their room. Her breathing was shallow, and her chest heaved as she took in short breaths, trying to steady herself. Tears kept falling faster than she could wipe them away. They warmed her cheeks before the air turned them cold. It was the only thing that grounded her. 

And Derek. Always Derek. 

He had gotten off the bed, and within a second, he was wrapping his arms around her. The warmth from his skin calmed her. It brought her senses back to the moment, steadying her rampant heart. 

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” he spoke into the crook of her neck. “Tell me what I can do to make it better.”  

“I’m scared, Derek,” she sighed, tightening her grip around him. “A baby. Here. Now.”  

“Why not here?” Derek smiled, his hands running through her hair. “Why not now? With you as their mother, that baby could be born underground, and they would be the luckiest child in the world.” 

“How could you be so sure?” (Y/N) cried. “I forget things all the time, I’m clumsy, I can barely redeem myself when it comes to fighting. If it weren’t for my weapons, I wouldn’t bring much to the fight against our enemies. What good would I be to protect a child? How could I be entrusted with their entire upbringing?” 

“Oh, (Y/N). You’re far more valuable than what you bring to a fight.” His hands cradled her face, the green of his eyes boring into hers. “You are the most caring person I know. If it weren’t for you, I would have killed half of the pack by now. You’re smart. You’re funny. And if anyone should be terrified of becoming a parent, it should be me.” 

“Come on,” she scoffed jokingly, her tears finally subsiding. “You’d be an amazing father. Temperamental, but great nonetheless.” 

“Well, I’m glad it at least got you laughing,” he grinned. “How about we just take this one day at a time, baby? Make sure we take things slow. Tell people on our own time. Instead of going to the doctor, we buy a pregnancy test at the pharmacy; confirm what I already know.” 

“But if you can hear the heartbeat, I am sure all the other wolves will, too,” she worried. “How am I supposed to take things as they come when everyone will know the second they come here?” 

“Then, I won’t let anyone back here,” he smiled. “I’ll have them meet me at the warehouse or at Argent’s place. We can say you’re sick with something and won’t be there. Or that you went to visit family out of state –I don’t know. The point is, we can do this, baby. I know we can.” 

“Well, I do admire your tenacity,” she chuckled, kissing his lips softly and hugging him again. “One day at a time, right?” 

“One day at a time.” 

And it worked. For two months, at least. 

That very morning, he went out and returned home with five pregnancy tests and a bouquet of flowers. And five minutes later, they all showed an array of dark pink plus signs and the word Pregnant on them. Just like that, it had been confirmed. A new baby Hale would be coming to Beacon Hills in eight months. 

They were excited. Of course, they were. But they couldn’t help the terror that overtook them as well. Bringing a new life into their world was a scary thought. The fact that anyone with knowledge of their child could use them against them was terrifying. Still, they wanted that baby more than anything they had wanted before. 

The child that grew inside of (Y/N) was the tangible representation of their love. Evidence that everything life had thrown at them had not been able to push them apart, not for a second. They had been through hell and back, always together, and they had come out of every single occasion stronger than before. That baby was the final piece to their equation. 

The next day, they went to the first available OB/GYN about an hour from the town. The doctor confirmed what they already knew, adding the new fact that she was around seven weeks along. The process was more than uncomfortable, but the result was well worth it. A tiny blob appeared on the screen, and the sound of a rapid heartbeat filled their ears. It made tears well up in their eyes. That tiny thing would soon turn into their baby. And even though it didn’t even have a distinguishable shape, they had fallen in love with them. 

At first, they thought they would pass the first trimester in bliss. That they would only grow more and more excited as the days passed. And they would have. Had it not been for all the symptoms that overtook (Y/N). 

She spent most of her day hunched over the toilet seat, emptying whatever was in her stomach. Even when she thought she could keep food down, an hour or two later, she would be in the bathroom letting it out. And if she wasn’t vomiting, she was ransacked with deep waves of nausea. Then, her breasts started to swell, painful jabs running through her every few days. In addition to heartburn and fatigue, it made her question just how worth it a baby could be. 

But Derek had been attentive as ever, if not a little overbearing. He had kept his promise of moving where the meetings were held, claiming that the loft was under renovation while (Y/N) was out of town for a bit. It wasn’t a complete lie, though. He used his downtime to clean up around the house and fix things he had put off for far too long. 

He fed her saltine crackers and electrolyte drinks, rubbed her back, and held her hair, and he loved her. Every day and every night, he loved her. Even when he had to stay up cleaning the bathroom or he had to carry her back to bed. He loved her through everything. 

“You did this to me,” she had groaned one day. “All I want is to eat chips and pickles, but I can’t keep anything down.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he responded, drawing circles on her back as he cradled her body in the bathroom. “Hopefully, in a week, it’ll subside. You’re almost out of the first trimester, and the morning sickness should get better.”

“Stop reading pregnancy books,” she whined. “By the time this bun is fully baked, you’ll know more than me.” 

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Derek chuckled but swallowed his laughter as (Y/N) gifted him an angry scowl. “Okay, okay. I think the ten books I’ve read will do.”

(Y/N) remained quiet and threw her head against his chest. His arms snaked around her body, a comfort she allowed herself to sink into. The warmth from his body felt nice against her shivering skin. But just his presence was enough to comfort her, regardless of the words she spoke. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been snappy these past few days,” she sighed. Her eyes closed as he wrapped his arms tighter around her, her head falling against his chest. “I love this baby, and I love you, but I don’t love puking all the time. And peeing all the time. And being tired all the time. I want to fast forward to the next few months.” 

“Hey, you can be snappy with me all you want. I can take it,” he said with a smile. “I will be right here every step of the way because I love you. More than you could ever know.” 

“Even when I’m all big and bloated?” (Y/N) chuckled, her hands falling onto the growing small bump. “They're already trying to deform my body.” 

“Well, at least you’re glowing.”

“No,” she sighed. “That’s just sweat.”

“Then you look beautiful covered in sweat,” he laughed. “Now, let’s get you to bed. Alright?” 

(Y/N) could only nod and wrap her arms around his neck as he carried her back to bed, laying right next to her. Even if he couldn’t take this discomfort away, he was trying his best to make things better for her. 

Another week passed, and things started to shift. The woman would only occasionally feel the need to throw up her food, but the constant nausea and heartburn had subsided. And once (Y/N) saw her baby's small fingers and feet in their 12-week ultrasound, she knew it had all been worth it. 

She also knew they couldn’t keep the secret to themselves any longer. 

The pack had become angsty. Wondering when (Y/N) would be coming back from her supposed trip. Two and a half months was far too long to just be with family. With no imminent danger in sight, they had too much time to check up on everyone else. 

“I think it’s time we tell them,” (Y/N) told Derek as they watched a movie. She cradled her small bump, something she had unconsciously started to do. “We’re almost at the five-month mark, and I think it’ll be too hard to hide.”

“Do we really?” he groaned. “I can just keep you hidden here until the nine months are up. They don’t have to know a thing.”

“You would really keep the mother of your child sequestered in these walls until I give birth?”

“Maybe even more,” he shrugged. “Maybe I’ll keep you here forever.”

“You’re quite funny, Mr. Hale,” she chuckled. “But they are our friends —our family. They deserve to know there’s one more person to protect.”

“I’ve just really liked this time,” he sighed. His chin rested on her shoulder, his beard tickling her exposed skin. “You know, just you and me. Basking in the time we won’t have once everyone knows and once the baby is here. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, (Y/N). A family of my own, that I can love and protect. A home that’s ours.”

“And we will have that,” she smiled. “We’re just allowing more love in. The best part, at the end of the day, we can just kick them out.” 

“When you put it that way,” he laughed before kissing her lips, savoring her. “Alright, fine. We’ll tell them next Saturday.” 

“Thank you, Der. It’s gonna be great.”

And it should have. 

Had it not been for the million things that went wrong that week. The A/C was busted for a total of four days, a pipe burst in one of the bathrooms, the paint they had ordered for the nursery had been put on back order, and the Camaro had to be taken into the shop for tuning. Thing after thing occurred, piling onto an already stressful time. 

Nevertheless, the week came and went. And before either of them knew it, Saturday had rolled in. 

To say (Y/N) was nervous was an understatement. For some reason, anxiety was taking over her body. Its claws dug themselves deep into her being. It made her veins run cold and her heart speed. She didn’t know how any of them would react to the baby. Even to the fact that they had kept it from them for so long. And although Derek tried his best to calm her worries, they had already made a home inside her head. 

“God, what if they hate the fact that I’m pregnant?” (Y/N) worried as she laid out more food than necessary on the kitchen counter. “What if they find the idea of bringing a child into a messed up world to be the worst thing ever?” 

“Who cares, baby? It’s our child,” Derek tried to reassure. “We are the ones that will be raising them. The ones to protect them. Always and forever.

“But they say it takes a village, Der. And that is one thing that I know is true. I mean, at some point, we will need their help.”

“And you really think we won’t have it,” he said, rounding the kitchen island. His hands traveled her body and, in one swift move, had her sitting on the counter. At eye level, he could stare directly into her glossy eyes. “We have been through everything with these people. Even the ones I hated at the beginning have become my closest friends. I’m 100% sure they’ll be thrilled that you’re pregnant.”

He snaked his hand to her chin, pulling her down for a soft kiss. But once their lips made contact, it was too much of a temptation to keep it chaste. Soon enough, their tongues danced together, and their hands pulled each other closer. It left them breathless and excited, wanting —needing more. 

“Uh, we can come back if it’s a bad time,” Stiles’ voice rang through the apartment, startling them apart. “But you guys did invite us here. So, it’s kind of bad on you guys.” 

“No. Yes! I mean, it’s not a bad time,” (Y/N) chuckled as she jumped off the counter, hiding her stomach with a comically large bowl. “We just got carried away, I guess.”

“The one day they decide to show up on time,” Derek grumbled under his breath. “Come in, why don’t you?” 

Before they knew it, the apartment was filled with werewolves, a banshee, other werehumans and supernatural beings, and their very own abominable snowman. The couple remained in the kitchen as everyone situated themselves, whispering under their breath what the best way to go about it would be. 

“Not to be pushy,” Peter called out. “But if you guys only called us over for some food, I have better things to do than hang around children all day.”

“You do know we’re all well above the age of eighteen, right?” Isaac retorted. “It’s been quite some time since we have been children.” 

“You’re still younger than me, correct?” 

“Well, yeah…” 

“Then children,” he said. “So, what is it? Am I staying, or am I leaving?” 

“Settle down, Peter,” Derek responded, biting back the urge to roll his eyes. “We do have something important to announce to everyone and would very much appreciate it if you just listen.” 

“Fine,” he frowned. “But you have ten minutes of my time before I decide to leave.” 

“All we need is a couple of seconds, really,” (Y/N) said with a smile on her face so sweet no one dared say anything else. “I’m sure you heard that I was away for a while and that we were undergoing renovations here. Which, as you can tell by the lack of changes, was not true. Derek lied on my behalf and moved any necessary meetings out of our home because I needed this time to myself as I underwent a sort of change in my life.” 

“Oh my god, you’re dying,” Stiles worried. “Is it cancer? Is it at least treatable?” 

“It’s nothing like that, Stiles,” she reassured with a soft chuckle. “But thank you for worrying. It’s just as life-changing but not necessarily life-threatening. At least, I’m hoping it’s not. But you could never be sure until…” 

“(Y/N), you’re rambling,” Derek whispered in her ear. “It’s nothing bad.”

“You’re pregnant!” Lydia exclaimed, a bright smile adorning her face. 

“How would you know that?” Malia questioned. “I thought you predicted death, not new life.” 

“It’s common sense,” she shrugged, disregarding the comment. “She’s been hiding for months. The place smells like paint, and nothing in this room is painted, so I can only assume it’s a bedroom. And she hasn’t stepped out from behind the island that just so happens to cover her stomach. Two and two always makes four.” 

“Except on this occasion, it made three,” (Y/N) chuckled. She walked around the counter and joined Derek’s side, her bump finally on display for everyone to see. “But, yes, Lydia, I am pregnant. Almost five months now.” 

A shower of ‘holy crap’s and ‘oh my god’s rained over them as, one by one, the pack got to their feet and hugged the couple in congratulations. They rejoiced together and started planning how to spoil little baby Hale even before they were born. Every single person was as excited and overjoyed as Derek and (Y/N) were, anxious for when the baby was born. 

Well, except Peter. 

“Yeah, next time you have these kinds of news, little nephew, make sure to make it an email,” he grumbled, looking at his watch. “Can’t believe I canceled evening plans for a pregnancy announcement.” 

“We love you too, Peter,” (Y/N) laughed. “Maybe if you leave now, you can still make it to whatever it is that you had planned.” 

“I’m already here,” he shrugged as he sat back down on the sofa. “Might as well take advantage of the free food.” 

“Ignore him,” Derek told her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “He can’t take this moment away from us. It’s all ours.” 

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[riley-phoenix]

ITS THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN 🥳🎉❤️‍🔥😩

Pairing: Malia X Reader (gender not specified)

Canon: Teen Wolf

Content: Fluff, crack fic

Author's Note: I actually wrote the original draft of this fic on Shelley Hennig's birthday!

Summary: after finding out she's never had a birthday party that she can remember, you and the rest of the pack throw Malia a surprise party, however things don't go as planned...

Malia rises from her seat in her living room to get drinks for the two of you when a stack of papers lying on the coffee table catches your eye, "Hey, Uhh, Malia? What's this?", You ask. "What's what?", She calls out from the kitchen. "This stack of papers in the living room", you respond. Malia's usual expressiveness fades as she returns to the room, two sodas in her hand. "Updated ID documents, the Sheriff said I'd need new ones after..."

Malia trails off, her words were left unsaid but it didn't take you long to figure out what they would have been. Malia had just been released from her "social rehabilitation" at Eichen House, and she'd been presumed dead for eight years prior.

"sorry", she says, shaking her head.

"it's okay, Malia, I shouldn't've Brought it up", you reply, "Did you atleast get a decent picture?, you're not always the most photogenic person", you ask jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

"I think I did okay, take a look for yourself", Malia says, now smiling.

You flip through the pages of a neatly organised binder to find Malia's ID Photograph.

"As always, you look adorable", you say affectionately

Malia laughs softly as she hops onto the couch to sit next to you, "you're just flattering me"

"Holy Shit!", You exclaim

"Ok, you don't have to flatter me that much".

"Wh- No, not that, Malia, your date of birth, it's November 28th, that's tomorrow...Did you not know?"

"Of course I knew, it's just... I spent half My life as an animal in the woods, *your name*, I don't even have a birthday party I can remember; I just figured..."

"...Why start now?".

"Exactly", She says, sorrowfully. Malia lays her drink on the coffee table before leaning into you, "I'm just not sure I'm in the right place to celebrate anything right now".

You lay a caring hand on her shoulder as you gently stroke the fringe of her hair, "Ok, Malia... I get it", you say as you plant a kiss on her forehead

You pondered over Malia's decision not to celebrate her birthday, and as much as you respected your girlfriend's decisions, you found yourself, for the very first time, unable to support them. As Malia worked on her final term project for the year, you met with the rest of the pack to plan her surprise party.

"Ok, Scott, Lydia, you're handling decorations. Derek, Food. Stiles you're on presents duty, and Kira, you need to get a cake."

"What about you?", Lydia asks pointedly.

"Malia might suspect a surprise party because we talked about it yesterday, so, tomorrow I'm gonna pick her up, drive her out to the park and buy her a cupcake to throw her off and make her think that that's all I'm doing. That should give you guys enough time to set up at my house which is where we'll meet up".

Kira rises from her seat and grabs her jacket, "Well, I should probably get the order for the cake in".

Subsequently, the rest of the pack follows suit. "We should all get going if we want to be ready with this tomorrow", Scott says as he leaves.

As night falls, and you tuck yourself in your blanket, you lay your weary head to rest on your pillow and think about the day to come. As the 28th of November approaches, it seems as though time started to pass slower and slower, proportionate to your heart which indefinitely, was beating faster and faster. This was the physical manifestation of your emotions, albeit mixed, you felt surges of stress, anxiety, and determination; all of which were fixated on one thing, tomorrow needed to be perfect.

The next day you waited patiently in Malia's living room for her return when the sound of a swinging door alerts you. Malia walks into the kitchen expecting the house to be empty, when a pair of hands suddenly wrap around her head from behind, covering her eyes.

"Guess who", you whisper into her ear

"Hmm, Obama?", She says inquisitively

You furrow your brow and spin her around to face you, "Wait, why would you--", you interrupt yourself and make an overdramatic gasp before continuing, "You're cheating on me with Obama, aren't you?", You say sarcastically.

She places her hand on her chest and does her signature soap opera impersonation, "No, *your name*, I can explain!", She says jokingly. You pull her closer and the two of you stare longingly into each other's eyes; before bursting out laughing uncontrollably. "We should join drama club", you say, with a large smile on your face. "Hell no, we suck", she replies, as she leans her forehead on yours.

"So, I sorta came by here today..." You start off before being interrupted

"*your name*, if this is about my birthday...I'm still not sure if I'm ready to celebrate it. It could take me a few years before I feel secure enough".

"I know, It's fine, I just want to take my girlfriend out for a drive, that's it."

Malia struggles to answer you, and you make out a look of uncertainty across her face.

"Ok, how about this. You let me take you for a drive, and if you actually cheat on me with Obama, I won't be mad", you say playfully.

The seriousness on Malia's face slowly fades away and turns into a soft laugh, "Ok", she says, as her usual, expressive smile returns to her face.

She walks slightly ahead of you as you head to the car. "Hey, you wouldn't actually cheat on me with Obama, right?", You ask with a slight chuckle.

Malia doesn't answer, instead she just shoots you a sly smile.

"...Malia?", You ask in a slightly worried tone before getting into the car.

20 minutes later, at the park, you place a cupcake with a candle on it infront of her and place your hands on her shoulders. "Look, I know you didn't want to celebrate, but I had to do something for your birthday".

Malia chuckles, "thanks, *your name* , you didn't have to".

You spend some time together at the park. Taking pictures, talking, and eventually, when you're convinced Malia thinks this is all that you're doing today, you head home to the real party.

As you pull the car into the cement path, you step out cautiously, surveying the area to figure out where the pack set up the party, "Hey, um, could you just wait out here for a sec... I needa check on something".

You rush in through the back door and find the rest of the pack gathered in the living room. The first thing that catches your eye is the absurd array of blue and pink decorations littered around the room in an improvised set-up.

"Wh--What the hell is this theme!?", You exclaim, taking in the confusing clash of colours.

"Disney princesses...", Lydia responds.

"...and Star Wars", Scott adds.

"WHY!?", You ask, raising your voice.

Lydia steps forward, "Well, I suggested Disney princesses and Scott suggested Star Wars and then we agreed Someone has to give their idea up... And there seems to have been a miscommunication because; neither of us did".

You begin to yell at them before something else catches your eye, "HOW COULD YOU NOT-- is that... Is that a DEER!?".

Derek turns to face you with a nervous Expression, "Well, I was going to get the food and snacks; but I hit a deer".

Kira steps forward shyly, "We had to call Deaton in to do a check-up".

You place your hand on your chest in relief. "Oh. God, so the deer's fine then?"

"Hm?, Oh, no the deer died", Stiles replies.

You place your hands on your head in shock, almost pulling out some of your hair, "Fine... We'll cut the cake and open presents now, and get the food and fix the decorations later".

"Well, actually...", Kira starts nervously.

"Oh crap.", You say under your breath.

Kira continues, "I told them to put "Happy Birthday" and "17" and to write something funny on the cake and I sent them a drawing of a coyote's head I found to print on it... but something went wrong and the picture got blurred and only half of it was printed ... And... Umm... Well go see for yourself". Kira points to the box

"It can't be that bad", you say as you lift the top of the box to reveal the contents. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head when you see the misprinted cake.

"You're right, *your name*, it's not that bad...", Kira says with a nervous smile

"IT SAYS "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, 70, YOU'RE A MILF", AND THE MISPRINTED COYOTE LOOKS LIKE A PENIS". You exclaim.

"...Half a penis", Stiles corrects.

"THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT BETTER", You yell, before turning back to the cake.

"Hey, "You're a MILF", is actually kinda funny", Stiles says reassuringly.

"IT'S FUNNY IF THE PERSON IS ACTUALLY 70, IF THEY'RE 17 YOU'RE CALLING THEM OLD".

Once again, you turn to the defective cake, "How did that even happen?".

Stiles stutters, "Well, I think the lady who took the order heard "70" instead of "17" and that's why she wrote you're a MILF and as for the penis thing, the coyote's snout is kinda long, so I gu--". Kira interrupts Stiles mid-sentence and pulls him away, "You're not helping", she scolds.

You close the box and lie down, your face buried in your hands. "And I guess we don't have presents either?"

Stiles steps forward again, "Yeah with all the chaos that was going on they needed help trying to fix... Everything... But hey! Look at it like this, since I didn't get the presents in the first place I couldn't screw it up!".

Your eye twitches and your neck pulses as you look up, "Stiles, I swear--"

You interrupt yourself when you hear footsteps approaching the house, "Shit, she's coming! Hide, maybe we can atleast get the surprise right".

Malia walks cautiously into the seemingly empty house. "Hello?", She calls out.

"SURPRISE!", everyone yells as they jump out from their hiding spot. As the rest of the pack hug Malia and wish her a happy birthday, you throw her a wink from across the room.

After everyone settles down, and Malia takes in the unorthodox party, she scans the room for you, noticing that you've been absent since the surprise.

She manages to slip away from the crowd and finds you in your room, staring out the window, lost in thought. Malia sits on the bed.

"Did I interrupt one of your brooding sessions?". She asks.

"...No", you answer, followed by a humorless chuckle.

"I know that I said I don't wanna celebrate, but... I'm happy that you did all this". She says in a soft tone.

"...I just wanted everything to be perfect today", you respond, still staring out the window.

"What makes you think it isn't?".

You turn to face her with a humourous grin on your face, "I'm sorry, did you not see the dead deer?, or the cake that was decorated for an old age home bachelor party?, or... Whatever the hell was going on with the decorations?"

Malia chuckles. "I love Star Wars, and I love Disney movies... I missed alot of my childhood and they're really cute and simple, ok?... Plus, I thought the penis cake was kinda funny".

When Malia laughs, no matter how upset you are, your day feels brighter. Every time she does it. "...Ok I guess the penis cake is kinda funny; and I thought the decorations were a mess... But if you like them, I like them. I guess I should get that corpse out of the house now".

You head for the door but Malia stops you. "Why would you do that?", She asks.

"...Why wouldn't I?", You ask, slightly confused.

"*your name*, what's my favourite food?".

"Your favourite food? It's... OH, IT'S--".

"Right... I guess the wild animal dying in my living room actually worked out? Wow... Wait, there is one thing that's not right... I didn't have time to get you a present and Stiles was supposed to take care of that but--". You start off as Malia interrupts you.

"*your name*, I already have two amazing presents". She says comfortingly.

"You do?".

"Yes... Firstly, A Birthday party; with my family. Something I've never had before, and secondly... I have the greatest gift in the whole world".

"What's that?", You ask.

"YOU!, silly", she says with a large smile.

Malia wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you in for a long, scintillating kiss. You kiss her back, and eventually pull away. "Let's go to your party", you say as she wraps her arm inside of yours and lets you lead her out of the room.

"Hey, Malia?"

"Mm?"

"You're not actually gonna eat that deer in the living room; at your birthday party... Right?"

Once again, Malia doesn't answer you with words, only a sly smile.

"Malia?..."

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[aliensister17]

Listens for the sounds of a very very pissed off Stiles Stilinski-Hale storming into Beacon Hills, muttering about the gall of his husband, what the fuck... Someone is going to pay!

[ateotd-izzy]

ceilings | stiles stilinski x fem!reader

part one | PART TWO (requested by @mysticallystilinski)

summary: after going through her memories and finally remembering stiles, y/n is confident that he’s back. so she goes with lydia and malia to find him.

warnings: FLUFF, some swearing, this is more parts of the episode rather than me just making it up but yk

taglist: @brvceyamada

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“y/n?” scott’s voice brought you out of your head.

"where is he?" you turned to face him. “you guys saw him? right? it was working.”

“what?”

“stiles. he was right here. didn’t you guys see him? the light?” you gestured to the empty hall in front of you.

“we didn't see anyone.” malia stated.

"no." you looked down the corridor again, your voice echoing around the walls. "he was here. i know it."

"alright, come on." malia put her hands on your shoulders. "back inside."

she and lydia led you back into the room and scott closed the door behind you all. or he went to.

liam appeared in the doorway and stopped it from closing last second.

"liam..." scott sighed in relief.

"there's something you need to see." liam said to him.

"you're still here."

"but everyone else is gone. all of them. they're all gone."

your heart probably would've sunk if you weren't dead set on the thought that stiles was back.

you ignored the rest of the conversation between liam and scott and tried to think about exactly where stiles could be. where you would find him.

"in case stiles comes back?"

your head shot up at lydia's words.

"if there's hope, you need to keep trying." scott told the three of you.

you knew stiles wouldn't think to come to argent's bunker, but you kept quiet as scott left with liam.

you waited about ten minutes before heading for the door.

“um, excuse me?” lydia scoffed, getting your attention. “where do you think you’re going?”

“where does it look? i’m going to find stiles.”

“scott told us to stay in case he shows up here.” lydia stated.

“okay, we all know stiles would never come here.” malia pointed out, joining you at the door, and you nodded in agreement.

“see? we need to find him.” you stated. the look lydia gave you was one of disbelief. “look, if he was gonna show up here, he would’ve. but he hasn’t, so…”

lydia didn’t say anything.

“please, lydia?” you begged. “please?”

“fine.” she caved and the three of you quickly left the bunker.

you ended up in the school parking lot just a few minutes later where stiles’ jeep had been left since he disappeared.

instead now the car was gone.

hope sparked in your chest as you examined the tire marks on the ground in front of you.

“they look fresh.” lydia noted.

“it’s from stiles’ jeep.” malia agreed. “it must’ve just left.”

“without his keys?” lydia asked incredulously.

“he used a screwdriver to start it up half the time.” you spoke up, not looking at your friends.

“then he’s here.” malia spoke.

“we have to tell scott.” lydia stated.

looking up, you noticed train tracks running across the school’s lawn and into the building.

“yeah, well, we should probably tell scott about that too.” you stood up and started walking over.

lydia and malia exchanged a look and the three of you headed into the school.

after reaching the library and finding the train station inside, and soon after finding peter, getting malia to get him out of the ghost riders’ world and into your own, there was a fight and you and lydia had to run out of the library, leaving malia and peter alone to fight the ghost riders.

“shit, where’s—” your voice seemed to disappear as you spoke.

both you and lydia had turned around to face the library, but you had this feeling.

your heart sped up and it was like a rush. like how you had felt before when you went through your memories.

the feeling you had around stiles.

you started heading down the hallway without another word.

“y/n? where on earth…” lydia sighed and followed after quickly.

it was like something was pulling you through the school, down the different hallways.

a gunshot not too far ahead got you to speed up.

“scott, i can’t fight this guy!” stiles’ voice shouted from one of the locker rooms and you frantically grabbed lydia’s arm, pulling her to the room as another gunshot went off.

“no, no, no.” you muttered as you did so, before you reached the doorway.

inside the room was a ghost rider pointing his gun right at someone’s head.

stiles stood before the ghost rider, looking exactly like he did when you last saw him.

the same red flannel, the same hairstyle, everything.

you covered your ears as lydia screamed, sending the ghost rider flying into the lockers ahead.

when she stopped you pushed your way into the room properly and froze as stiles stared back at the two of you in shock.

“stiles…” you breathed out, a smile tugging on your lips.

you both then rushed towards each other, meeting halfway and connecting your lips in a kiss.

his hands cupped your face like they had so many times before, and your hands were in his hair, trying to keep him as close to you as possible.

you never wanted to let go of him.

the missing piece to your puzzle had finally been found, and now the picture was complete.

in that moment, you didn’t care about the ghost riders, or lydia, who had stepped out of the room for a moment. the only thing you cared about was him.

stiles.

the three whole months without him had been the longest of your life. even if you couldn’t remember him.

the two of you pulled apart and his arms found their way around you.

“oh, god.” he mumbled into your shoulder, hugging you tight.

you took his face in your hands and just examined him. you took in all his features as if it were the first time you had ever seen him.

he was real. and he was right in front of you.

“i thought i had lost you.” you whispered, the tears finally starting to brim in your eyes. “i don’t know what i would’ve done…”

you trailed off, getting lost in his brown eyes.

his eyes.

you hugged him tightly again.

“i love you so much.” he whispered in your ear. “god, i’ve missed you.”

“you don’t know how much i’ve missed you.” you said with a slight chuckle. “oh, my god.”

he smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours again.

“i still can’t…” your hand brushed some of his hair that sat slightly over his forehead. “i mean, you exist. you’re here.”

“i’m here,” he wrapped his arms around you again. “and i don’t want to leave you ever again.”

you hugged him back tight, your arms slotting into place around his torso just under his own arms.

lovely to just stay there with him.

“you ready for our last day of high school ever?” you asked stiles quietly.

the two of you were lying in his bed, under the covers and in pyjamas, facing each other.

the last day of senior year.

“no.” he whispered and you smiled softly.

you slotted your hand into his. “that’s okay.”

“yeah.”

it had taken some time, but everything had slowly begun going back to normal.

or your definition of ‘normal.’

normal was you and stiles lying in bed at 6:30 in the morning when you were supposed to be getting ready for school.

it still felt impossible for you to be looking at him again. touching him again. kissing him again.

with one hand in his and the other tucked under your head, you just stared at stiles with a smile.

“what’re you looking at, weirdo?” he asked, his beautiful smile slipping onto his face.

“you.” you leaned forward and pecked him on the lips.

“woah. very bold.”

“it’s ‘cause you’re kinda cute.” you shrugged, holding back a smile.

stiles rolled over and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. “you know i might have to call my girlfriend and tell her this very pretty girl is making moves on me.”

you rolled your eyes as he held his phone to his ear, your phone ringing seconds later.

“well, would you look at that?” he grinned, hanging up the call and dropping his phone onto the bed. “you’re my girlfriend.”

“you’re such a dork.” you laughed. “and so cheesy.”

“you love me.” he whispered against your lips before kissing you.

of course the door opened at that very second.

“okay, you two, enough canoodling and start getting your butts to school.” sheriff stilinski ordered, coffee mug in hand, and stiles groaned. “last day!”

stilinski forced a small cheer and you chuckled, copying the cheer.

“there’s the enthusiasm.” noah nodded and walked back down the hallway.

“dad, close the door!” stiles called after him.

“get ready for school!” noah yelled back.

the two of you, stiles more begrudgingly, did end up getting ready for your last day and sat down in his jeep.

“you ready now?” you asked stiles as he put the keys into the ignition.

“nope.” he started up the car.

“me neither.”

stiles turned his head to meet your eyes and smiled.

and it feels like the end of a movie i’ve seen before

you smiled back and he started driving, both of you totally unprepared to leave high school, but ready to start the rest of your lives. together.

before

a/n: i feel like this isn’t as good (or as long) as the first part but i still hope you guys like it

[salemsvlog]

Look, im rambling but-

Now that I’m writing a Teen wolf Fic I can’t grasp my mind on how bad did Jeff fumble the bag with Scott and Malia. Bc I DIDNT HAVE SENSE AT THE TIME, and it seem out of nowhere, but those two are pretty much perfect for each other.

Not because they’re each other first love or greatness one, but they are just two young kids that went through much that they supposed to, and the get each other but at the same time they don’t.

Because Scott was raised thinking the best of everyone and Malia learned by herself to mistrust everyone.

Because Scott loves animals with his soul, and Malia gets them, in a deeper level.

Because Scott is silly and romantic, and Malia is serious and somehow possessive.

Because a part of Scott will always love Alison as much as a part of Malia will always think of Stiles.

Because Scott will never truly trust Rafael as his dad as much as Malia will never really get Peter.

Because Scott’s mind is much human than wolf as Malia will always be more coyote that girl. And at the same time, they push the other to embrace the other part that they have never really enjoyed.

THEY COULD BE THE IT-COUPLE OF BEACON HILLS IF THEY HAD BEING WRITTEN GOOD.

In my mind, the movie never happen and Scott is the town veterinarian that works magic with someone’s pet while talking about how his wife is taking care of the woods as forest ranger and sometimes visits him with a wounded animal to him to help. (She sometimes comes home with deer meat, but they don’t talk about it).

I love them so much.

That it.

That’s my ramble.

[jjxkiaraxpopexcleoxjohnbxsarah]

Moonlit Alliances CH2

JJ takes a deep swig from his bottle, the bitter tang of beer mingling with the salty air of the marsh. He leans heavily against the wooden railing, eyes fixed on the horizon where the sun is just beginning to peek above the earth, heralding the dawn of a new day. In a few short hours, he will be leaving the familiar confines of Outer Banks, embarking on a two-day journey across the country to California.

The thought alone is enough to send a shiver down his spine. To say he isn’t frightened would be a lie. The idea of adventure calls to him — the promise of hidden treasures, the mystery of werewolves, the thrill of protecting his friends, and the intoxicating rush of adrenaline. Yet, amidst the excitement, a part of him yearns to remain, to cling to the safety and comfort of home.

His friends are his anchor, his constant in a sea of chaos. The thought of losing them is unbearable. They’re always dancing on the edge, and JJ feels the constant pressure to keep them safe. It’s like he’s the only thing standing between his friends and a world full of threats. But even with his tough exterior, JJ knows he can’t be everywhere at once; danger has a way of popping up when you least expect it. High school was a battle he barely made it through, so the idea of tackling college? That’s a whole new level of game. He’s painfully aware of his own struggles, and the last thing he wants is to be the new guy in town, fumbling around while everyone watches and whispers. It’s enough to make anyone nervous.

Lost in his thoughts, JJ barely registers the gentle pressure of arms encircling his waist from behind. He turns within Kiara’s embrace, their lips meeting in a kiss that speaks volumes more than words ever could. A smile graces his features, a silent testament to the depth of his love for her.

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[imjustajade]

i hate hate hateeeee when teen wolf fics ALWAYSSSSSS MAKE THE PACK HATE STILES FOR A DUMB ASS REASON AND THEN HE LEAVES AND FINDS SOME OTHER PEOPLE FROM ANOTHER FANDOM LIKE THATS SO STUPID THEY WOULD NEVER

[maria021015]

Stiles: *walks into showers to find Zay and Malia*

Malia: In case you’re wondering, yes, you did just walk into the girls’ room.

Stiles: *fumbled in shock*

Zaida: Malia is very comfortable with nudity.

[sunnyie-eve]

Unnatural Masterlist

Series: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x OFC Finstock! Stiles Stilinksi x OFC Finstock! Brett Talbot x OFC Finstock! Theo Reaken x OFC Finstock!

Summary: Isabella Finstock, yes her father is Coach Finstock, which a lot of people didn’t understand. How could someone like him who hates kids have one of his own. Isabella was almost friends with everyone, especially with those who weren’t well known, in Beacon Hills High School even though she was in fact a shy girl most of the time. Being best friends with Stiles since birth and then becoming best friends with Scott through him. She ends up in a whole mess of supernatural things making life hard for her especially falling in love with a few guys.

{ Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Ch.4 | Ch.5 | Ch.6 | Ch.7 | Ch.8 | Ch.9 | Ch.10 | Ch.11 | Ch.12 | Ch.13 | Ch.14 | Ch.15 | Ch.16 | Ch.17 | Ch.18 | Ch.19 | Ch.20 | Ch.21 | Ch.22 | Ch.23 | Ch.24 | Ch.25 | Ch.26 | Ch.27 | Ch.28| Ch.29 | Ch.30 | Ch.31 | Ch.32 | Ch.33 | Ch.34 | Ch.35 | Ch.36 |  Ch.37 | Ch.38 | Ch.39 | Ch.40 | Ch.41 | Ch.42 | Ch.43 | Ch.44 |  Ch.45 | Ch.46 | Ch.47 | Ch.48 | Ch.49 | Ch.50 | Ch.51 | Ch.52 |  Ch.53 | Ch.54 | Ch.55 | Ch.56 | Ch.57 | Ch.58 | Ch.59 | Ch.60 |  Ch.61 | Ch.62  | Ch.63 | Ch.64 }

[stargirlbryce]

Moodboard: Season 1! Malia

[fionajames]

teen wolf one-shot genres

HELLO GUYS WASSUP WASSUP

I am currently hyper-fixated on teen wolf and i really want to write for it, however, i do not know what to write. henceforth, i am making a poll, as one does.

now the question is: what kind of one-shots/writing do you guys (the teen wolf fandom) want to read?

[rd-eternity]

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🐺use the wolves of war 🐺

"I hated you."

Theo's eyes shift upwards to Malia's, hands pausing the bandaging he's doing around her leg. Her heart doesn't waver, she's not lying, but her chemosignals aren't afraid or angry, but something Theo can't quite recognize. The eye contact for only a moment is too much, and he ducks his head, resuming wrapping the long slash on her calf.

"Theo?"

He hums in response, not sure what to say. With all he did to the pack, with him being the reason they're here at all and the cause of her wounds today, there's nothing he can respond.

Her hand on his stops his movement, but he still doesn't look at her. "Theo, we're getting out of this, together." Her heart doesn't skip. "I trust you."

[lost-in-beacon-hills]

As a multishipper I have no problem shipping a character with different people. There's very few ships I genuinely dislike. So here are my top 5 Stiles Stilinski ships.

5. Stiles X Malia

I loved this. I was super excited when him and her got together. It wasn't my all time favorite couple but it broke my heart when they split up. As much as I do love other couples more than this one I would have loved having them a little longer.

4. Stiles X Derek

It's a classic ship. I do believe that they would have made an amazing couple. It hurts that they didn't get their chance. I fully believe that Stiles was Derek's mate.

3. Stiles X Scott

This is a ship I never saw myself loving as much as I do. It's not even about them being gay for each other. It's about them being happiest with each other. They're inseparable at times and make me feel like they're two parts of a whole. I love that in a dynamic.

2. Stiles X Lydia

Lydia Martin can step on me and I'd thank her. I get why Stiles is obsessed. She only becomes a more appealing character as the show progresses. I was ecstatic that they finally happened. That ship has shaped my brain and changed me. Despite thinking there's a better ship for Stiles I truly believe they are soulmates. This has been one of my favorites forever and is barely beaten out.

1. Stiles X Jackson

I go feral for these bitches. Maybe I'm just really into assholes. But this is my favorite enemies to lovers. I mourn the scenes we could have gotten between these two. If we had had more time with them I feel like it would be as big as Sterek. Jacksons character didn't get the character development and arc it deserved. I was devastated when Colton left the show.

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ceilings | stiles stilinski x fem!reader

PART ONE | part two

summary: in an attempt to bring stiles back from the ghost riders, lydia, scott and malia try to help y/n to search her memories and remember him completely.

warnings: set during 6a, kissing, possibly swearing? idk how i feel about this tbh

taglist: @brvceyamada

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ceilings, plaster

“okay, y/n. imagine you’re in your bedroom.” lydia’s voice calmly echoed through the room. “visualize yourself in your bedroom.”

you looked around. your bed, your shelves, your desk, it was your bedroom.

“can you see it?” lydia asked and you nodded. “okay, good. can you see your shelf? the one with all your movies?”

you took a few steps over to the bookshelf, dvds filling each individual shelf and only a few books lay around.

“yes.”

“y/n, imagine each dvd is a memory of stiles. every movie is a different memory.” lydia spoke. “you need to find the correct memory. the one that’ll bring him back.”

you pulled the first dvd off the shelf and opened it, putting the disk into your player.

can’t you just make it move faster?

“what the hell?” you wiped your cheek with your hand as the boy in front of you laughed. “what the hell was that?”

he shrugged, still laughing.

you were in your kitchen with stiles, the afternoon sun spilling through the window as you went through the cupboards.

“seriously, babe, what was that?”

“it was just water.” he chuckled, dipping his fingers into the glass beside him and flicking it at you. “don’t need to worry.”

“you’re such a dick.” you rolled your eyes, fighting the smile that grew on your face as he slowly made his way over to you.

“you love me.”

“mhm.”

“go on. say it.” stiles whispered into your ear, his arms wrapping around your body from behind and his chin resting on your shoulder. “you know it’s true.”

“fine.” you spun around so you were still facing him in your arms. “i love you, stilinski.”

he smiled and leaned in, pecking your lips.

“i love you, too.”

lovely to be sitting here with you

“can you see him? can you remember him?” lydia asked.

“it was just water.” you mumbled. scott and malia exchanged a confused look behind lydia’s back.

“y/n, you need to find a stronger memory. keep looking.”

you’re kinda cute, but it’s

you ran your hand along the different dvds before stopping on one.

you pulled it out and glanced at the cover. it was blank.

they were all blank, so you knew it would be a hard search to find the right memory.

“find a stronger memory, y/n.” lydia’s voice guided you and you placed the new disk into the dvd player.

raining harder

“you guys won!” you cheered, grabbing both of stiles’ hands in yours.

you were standing on the lacrosse field at the high school, and he was wearing a beacon hills jersey.

he was number 24.

it must’ve been winter, or just cold, because it was raining.

the grass was all soaking wet, and water dripped down your face and near your eyes as you looked up at him with the biggest smile.

my shoes are now full of water

“did i look super hot out on the field?” he joked. you knew he had only been out there for a few minutes.

“totally.” you pulled him by his shoulders and kissed him on the lips, drops of water falling off his hair.

“i did better than scott, right?” stiles asked after you pulled apart and you laughed.

“well…”

the boy made a face at you and you scoffed.

“okay, well, he’s team captain for a reason.”

“it’s fine, i know i was better than him.”

“you keep telling yourself that, buddy.”

lovely to be rained on with you

“did you find a good one, y/n? something strong?” lydia asked and you shook your head.

“keep searching, y/n.” scott’s voice was just as soft as lydia’s, but she quickly shushed him.

“y/n, you need to find a stronger memory.”

it’s kinda cute, but it’s

you looked through the dvds and picked one out at random.

it wasn’t like you could pick and choose when they were all blank.

you thought, ‘better than nothing.’ and put it in the player.

so short

“again?”

“come on. please?” stiles made a sad face as he held out the star wars dvd to you. “we haven’t watched it in like… a month.”

“we just watched a star wars movie like a week ago.”

“yeah, but that was a new hope, so now we have to watch empire.”

“okay, fine, but my mom wants me home right after.”

“yes! also, don’t worry about that. i’ll drive you.” he smiled brightly as he put the disc into the dvd player in his living room then dropped onto the couch beside you. “you know, this is why you’re my favorite.”

“what?”

“scott would never watch this with me. especially not multiple times.”

“scott never watches movies with anyone. you should know this by now.” you bumped him with your elbow.

“i know, i know.” stiles slid his arm around your shoulder and kissed your cheek. “you’re still my favorite, though.”

then you’re driving me home

you sat in the passenger seat of stiles’ jeep, which sounded like it was going to fall apart as he drove it, later that night.

you glanced to your side, staring at his face.

you could tell a smile tugged on his lips and he looked to you for a split second.

“what are you staring at, weirdo?” he asked and you looked out the window again.

“nothing.”

“liar. you were looking at me.” he teased. “cause you think i’m so hot.”

“is that a crime?”

“oh, definitely not. you can look at me all you want.”

there was silence between you two for a moment as he pulled into your driveway. you sighed.

he looked at you this time.

“do i have to leave?”

he chuckled and gave you a kiss. “i’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.”

“see you tomorrow…”

and i don’t want to leave

“keep pushing, y/n.” lydia motivated. “search deeper. you can find the one you need.”

“do i have to leave?” you muttered the words. “see you tomorrow…”

lydia sighed. “y/n, try searching deeper. you’ve got this.”

there was a growing stack of dvds being dumped on your bed after going through its memory.

you picked out another one.

but i have to go

“come on. you don’t need to go in there.” you pointed up at the building beside you inside the large gates. “you’re not crazy.”

“i don’t want to hurt anyone, y/n.” stiles spoke, sheriff stilinski standing beside him. “especially not you.”

“but eichen house?” you stared at him sadly. “stiles…”

he reached out his hand and pulled you into his chest, hugging you tight. he kissed the top of your head.

“i love you, y/n.”

you sighed, your arms keeping him as close as possible. you didn’t want to let him go. “i love you too, stiles.”

you kiss me in your car

“come on, stiles. breathe.” you cupped the boy’s face in your hands. “try not to think about it. think about something else.”

“like what?” he panted, looking up at you with sad eyes and a broken expression.

you were both sat on the locker room floor, he was having a panic attack.

“happy things. friends, family-” you stopped yourself after he gave you a look. “okay, not family. try not to think about your dad. just breathe.”

“i…” he hyperventilated. you adjusted your hands on the sides of his face. his eyes met yours.

that was all you could see. his eyes.

“stiles, just breathe.” you could see there wasn’t really a difference in his actions. you leaned forward and attached your lips to his.

his eyes went wide, but he seemed to melt into the kiss.

you pulled apart and he stared into your eyes, his breathing slowed down, the panic attack over.

you grabbed his hand and he intertwined your fingers.

and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before

“i kissed him.” you spoke to lydia and the others, your eyes closed as you sat at the table in front of them. “he was having a panic attack. i kissed him.”

“holding your breath stops a panic attack.” lydia nodded, explaining to the others. “now, y/n, find something deeper. something more important to you. something more important to him.”

“to stiles.”

“exactly.”

the next dvd was higher up on the shelf, you grabbed it easily.

bedsheets, no clothes

you were lying beside stiles, running your finger along his bare chest.

he pulled you closer to him with a smile, pushing some of your hair away from your face.

“hey.” he whispered.

you smiled back. “hey.”

“that was something.”

“a good something or a bad something?” you asked, still whispering.

“definitely a good something.” he rubbed his hand up your arm. “probably the best something. i don’t know if there’s been a better something—”

“alright, i get it.” you chuckled softly.

there was no need for the whispering, it was the evening and no one else was home, but you still did.

his hand ran along the side of your face. “you’re so beautiful.”

there was no way you could’ve fought off the smile on your face as your cheeks warmed.

touch me like nobody else does

“definitely a good something.” you recalled. “he said it was definitely a good something.”

“what was?”

you went quiet again, searching through the different dvds.

some memories were shorter than others, just conversations or things like that.

“find something, y/n. good or bad.”

lovely to just lay here with you

you picked out another dvd. it was blank like all of the others, but it seemed different.

you took it off the shelf because it seemed to be staring right at you, practically calling your name.

you played that one.

the memory didn’t give you a feeling that it would bring him back, but it felt like something you needed to see.

you’re kinda cute, and i would say all of this

“come on, stiles.” you whispered. “you can talk to me.”

he was ignoring you. and you had no clue why.

he sighed and your eyebrows knitted in confusion.

it was late at night and you were both lying in his bed, him with his back to you.

“can you just… drop it?” he mumbled. “i’m not in the mood.”

“what happened, stiles?”

“nothing, just go to sleep.” he adjusted himself in the bed slightly, but didn’t face you.

“stiles…”

but i don’t wanna ruin the moment

time seemed to skip and he was sitting up, facing you.

“what? do you not trust me or something?” you asked.

“no, that’s not it—” he cut himself off. “i just don’t want to talk about it.”

“stiles, i get that, but i want to know what’s going on with you.” you put your hand on his shoulder and he, quite obviously, winced. “what’s up with your shoul—”

“nothing, y/n. just leave it.” he winced again and pushed your hand off. “i don’t need your help.”

“seriously?” you scoffed as he turned his back to you again. “you know what? whatever.”

you pushed the covers of his bed off and stood up, slipping your shoes on.

“where are you going?” stiles asked, sitting up again.

“home.” you answered. “you obviously need space, so i’m respecting that. i’m not gonna push it anymore.”

“wait, babe,” he started getting out of his bed. “i don’t want you to go.”

“i’m still going, stiles.” you picked up your backpack. “we can talk tomorrow.”

“it’s late.”

“i’m aware. my car’s outside, remember?”

“please stay.”

“i’ll see you tomorrow, or whenever you’re ready to talk about whatever the hell’s going on with you right now.”

lovely to sit in between comfort and chaos

standing in your bedroom, staring at the tv as you left stiles’ bedroom, you remembered the fact that you didn’t talk the next day.

stiles just never said anything about it to you.

not until after everything with theo was practically over.

basically everyone else knew about it, but you.

he didn’t think you would understand, which was probably the most upsetting part for you because you did.

you understood it was self defence. you understood he did it because if he didn’t he would’ve died.

but it’s over

“y/n? are you okay?” scott asked, ignoring lydia as she shushed him.

you nodded. being hypnotised was weird.

lydia had taken notice of your saddened expression too.

“find a different memory, y/n. i know you can do this.”

then you’re driving me home

the next memory you found was not long after theo was literally sent to hell.

you were with stiles in his jeep. he was driving you home again. except this time going home from scott’s house.

the car was silent, but not in the usual comfortable way. neither of you had really spoken to the other since that night, only really for pack stuff.

you were terrified that he thought the two of you had broken up, and he was scared of the exact same thing.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you that night.” stiles spoke up. “i should’ve said something.”

“no, i get why you didn’t. i was being pushy and you didn’t want to—”

“i did want to tell you.” he sighed. “i was so scared, y/n. i thought there was a chance that you wouldn’t understand or something and i’d lose you.”

he looked right at you.

“i mean, scott didn’t.”

“that was theo’s fault.” you told him. “scott didn’t know the full story. you know he knows the truth now.”

“mm.” he seemed to agree, but you could tell something was still off by his body language.

you took the hand he didn’t have on the wheel into yours.

and it kinda comes out as i get up to go

“you know, i still love you, right?” you told him after he stopped and he looked over at you.

“wha— oh, yeah. yeah, i know.” he nodded, avoiding your eyes, looking outside the car.

“do you know?”

he didn’t answer for a moment, then shrugged.

“i do, stiles.” you kissed his cheek. “i love you, and that never changed.”

“never?”

“not for one moment.”

he smiled, then laughed softly, then leaned forward and kissed you on the lips.

“i love you too.”

you kiss me in your car

“it never changed.” you sniffled slightly. “i still loved him after everything. he was so scared i wouldn’t, but it never changed.”

“after what, y/n?” lydia asked, hoping more elaboration would help them bring back stiles.

“after donovan.”

scott knew what you were talking about, that was something he had remembered when he thought about stiles.

“after i knew, i still loved him, and he still loved me.”

and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before

then you picked up one more dvd. you just stared at its blank cover and seemed to know what it was.

putting the disk in, you watched as you ran with stiles to his jeep in the school parking lot.

this was the last memory you had of stiles. the last time you had really seen him.

but it’s not real

“y/n, babe, listen. you’re going to forget me.” stiles’ voice seemed to echo around you as you recalled the night.

“no, i won’t. stiles, i won’t.”

“you will.” he cupped your cheeks and made you look him in the eyes. “you will.”

you shook your head as tears threatened to spill. “i won’t.”

“it’s okay, just find some way to remember me. any way.”

“stiles…”

and you don’t exist

“i was the last person to see him.” you spoke to your friends. “i was there when they took him. i saw it happen.”

that night was so long ago, but all the details were rushing back to you now.

you were starting to remember it all.

not just that night, but everything about stiles.

and i can’t recall the last time i was kissed

“i know you’ll find some way to remember me.” he squeezed your hand. “ do you remember the first time we danced at the winter formal? you were the first girl i ever danced with.”

you had gone together as friends, despite everyone knowing you had crushes on each other.

“remember how we started dating that summer.”

“the summer before junior year.” you nodded.

“yeah.” he stroked your cheek, wiping away a tear. “that was the best summer of my life.”

you chuckled. “mine too.”

“remember all those sleepovers we’ve had. remember when we’ve fought. remember every time we’ve kissed, or…” he paused and just stared you in the eyes.

the interior of the car was silent, but the wind blew violently outside.

“just remember i love you, okay?” he kissed your hand. “please just remember that. i need you to.”

then he was pulled from the car. the wind stopped and he was gone.

it hits me in the car

you sat there, curled into a ball in the passenger seat, sobbing.

you muttered over and over. “i remember. just remember. i promise.”

you hated the silence, and you hated that he was gone. you didn’t even notice that he had started to slip from your mind.

not until you walked into school the next day, anxiety overwhelming you as your brain tried to remember why it felt like you were forgetting something.

why it felt like a whole piece of you was missing.

just then, remembering what it was like when he was taken, every single memory of yours that included stiles came rushing back.

memories from when you were friends as kids, up until high school. memories from after scott was bitten, back when stiles had his buzzcut.

memories from when he was possessed by the nogitsune. memories from all the times both of you had almost died.

memories of the two of you before and after you started dating. memories with scott and the pack, memories with his dad, memories alone.

all of it.

and it feels like the end of a movie i’ve seen before

you opened your eyes and looked around. you weren’t in your bedroom anymore, you were back in argent’s underground bunker with lydia, scott and malia.

“y/n.”

lydia had tried to get your attention, but stiles’ voice played over and over in your mind.

you could see bright lights coming from outside the room, and you rushed out. the three of your friends who were still there ran after you.

you stopped in the corridor, the lights so bright you couldn’t see anything.

then you could see him.

not his face, or any defining qualities at all, but you knew it was him.

he was more like a silhouette, but you could recognize stiles stilinski anywhere.

“stiles.” you breathed out, a smile breaking out onto your face.

you were finally going to have him back. after months of the awful anxiety and feeling that something was missing.

he was like the last piece of your puzzle, and you were going to be complete.

then the light faded.

before

a/n: first post on tumblr help this is scary