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whitedahlia13 · 4 months ago
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In the span of a breath, the deflating pang of regret vanished. Lydia gazed at Stiles and saw...everything. Understanding, care, patience, forgiveness, willingness... It was all there, same as it always was, all of it directed at her. She saw the boy she had been gravitating towards since he asked her to the Winter Formal, and she wanted nothing more than to dance with him again.  
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emostudent · 2 years ago
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TEEN WOLF BRAINROT
so, i've been rewatching teen wolf bc apparently netflix hates us europeans and it will be removed on may 31st and here are a few of my opinions TM
scott is actually a very good main character. listen, i got into this fandom when i was older, so i probably don't understand why there is this trend of hating scott, but he's a valid MC! he shows an example of positive masculinity that is honestly so refreshing to see in modern media: he's kind, compassionate, always optimistic but not stupidly so, has an amazing relationship with his mum AND his friends, he's not afraid to show emotions and cry. honestly a very healthy, albeit traumatised, young man. yes, he did stupid stuff for the girl he liked, and yes he misjudged a few situations, but please, remind me, how old is he supposed to be? 16? 17? 18? yeah. i did worse things at his age.
scott and stiles come from working class families!!! they have money problems!! it's honestly so refreshing to see teenagers discuss money in a supernatural/fantasy tv show. it doesn't usually happens and I've found it refreshing because it's something that usually happen between irl teenagers.
i don't get sterek. really, really don't. maybe it's bc i've watched the show through a gen z lens (meaning the media and the culture (read: THE INTERNET) when i watched the show were influenced more by gen z than millennials' values) but i really don't get it. and the age difference makes me uncomfortable. (same thing with parrish and lydia, SHE'S A MINOR DUDE, there's a reason people don't like cops istg) SOMEONE EXPLAIN STEREK TO ME PLEASE
in fics stiles and scott's personalities are often swapped: stiles is the caring one, the pack mum, scott is the one with homicidal tendencies. like, my dudes, the fact that scott is a GOOD person through and through is the reason he's a true alpha. also the reason we, as viewers, like stiles is bc he's sarcastic and more morally ambiguous than scott (not really, but you get it, he cares more about himself and his immediate friends, the others can die, scott instead want to save everyone period), it's like taking away the thing that makes stiles stiles
malia and stiles were SO cute, i didn't expect to like them so much, but when they broke up my heart shattered
stydia is everything i want in a ship and i will not accept any criticism on it, it's literally one of the only straight ships i like. you have the slowburn, the malewife x girlboss trope, the he fell first but she fell harder, the mutual pining. it literally checks all of my boxes
isaac was such a cool character and he and scott had an amazing dynamic, like come on, they had something going on between them
kira is a badass. that's it, that's the comment. i like her so much
derek's development is one of the best. i couldn't stand him in season 1, but in s4 he became one of my favourite characters. but i think this has more to do with the fact that they aged him up? he was supposed to be in his early 20s in s1, but then they aged him up in s3? well, anyway, i liked how he literally wised up, stepping into the role of a teacher and guide instead of a leader, it suits him so much better (and i'm sure it's less stressful)
peter is such a charmingly evil bastard. i hate him, but i love him at the same time.
thiam is the best ship in the show, i don't care if it's canon or not. i've read airplanes, it's canon to me
we would've liked (simped for) s5 theo more if he had the same haircut he had in 6b. he was just stupidly hot.
allison and lydia should've kissed and so malia and kira. give me my wlw couples.
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takaraphoenix · 4 months ago
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Stiles' Solace
Tags: m/m, Jackson Doesn't Leave, hurt/comfort, fluff, Pack Mom Stiles
Main Pairing: Danny/Stiles
Teen Wolf Characters: Danny Mahealani, Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore
@stanny-week Day 4 Prompt: hurt/comfort
Summary: Danny more or less accidentally learns the truth. That Jackson is a werewolf, that he is part of a pack. It sounds unbelievable but it beat Danny's personal theories (Jackson joined either a cult or a polycule, both led by Stiles). He also learns a lot about Stiles in the process.
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Stiles' Solace
The Mystery of Stiles' Cult-Possible-Polycule
Stiles Stilinski may be the center of a cult of hot people and Danny had no idea how that happened.
It all started with Stiles and Scott. Which, at this point in Danny's life happened far too often.
Jackson and Lydia started spending more and more time with Stiles and Scott. And Danny understood that, it made sense. Lydia had practically imprinted on Allison Argent the day the new girl started school with them, while Allison and Scott fell hard and fast like yet another over-exhausted straight rom-com. So it was a chain-reaction. Jackson was in love with Lydia and so painfully whipped, he did anything she asked, and she wanted to spend time with Allison, but Allison was dating Scott which meant Scott tagged along and wherever Scott went, Stiles went.
That was how it had started, and when it started, it had still made sense. Or, at least sense that Danny could easily follow. Things started making less and less sense the longer they went on.
First, Jackson started pulling away from Danny. From everyone, really. Even broke up with Lydia and that was just wrong. Then, Stiles and Scott started being everywhere, even without Jackson. At the Jungle, of all places. It was bizarre seeing Stiles surrounded by the local drag queens like he was their newest duckling. Which only got more suspicious when Stiles invited the drag queens to Lydia's birthday party a few weeks later – meaning Stiles had actually been adopted by them.
And. At that point, Danny started reevaluating his interactions with Stiles, especially Stiles' question if he was attractive to gay guys. It had felt like yet another tired conversation with a straight guy who wanted an ego boost. Not many straight guys got adopted by a flock of drag queens. Still, Danny was never going to prod someone about their sexuality. Stiles knew Danny was gay, if Stiles wanted to talk about his own sexuality, he could seek Danny out.
Things got decidedly more weird from thereon out. Just before the school year ended, Jackson and Lydia got back together and seemed to be going stronger than ever before (not the weird bit. They were so on and off that Danny on occasion flipped a coin to determine what their relationship status was). Jackson was also fully back in Danny's life though, like he was trying to make up for missed time. And here was the weird thing; Jackson got affectionate. Physically affectionate. Now, they did occasionally do bro-hugs, but Jackson had always been awkward about affection. Now? They had cuddled on the couch together just last week while watching a movie. Purely platonic of course, because they'd tried once, during an off time between Jackson and Lydia like two years ago, just to agree that they were better off as friends.
Scott and Stiles were back being part of their life too. Now that Jackson and Lydia were back together again, and Scott and Allison were back together again. Only that something else changed, because it wasn't just the six of them anymore. For reasons beyond Danny's comprehension – and here came the part that stopped making sense to Danny – were Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd and Isaac Lahey now a part of their group too. And this was where things got truly weird.
Jackson developed a deep friendship with Erica, Isaac seemed all over Scott, Boyd and Erica were so attached to Stiles that for the better part of a month, Danny had just assumed they were a throuple, before a sputtering and laughing Jackson clarified that that was not what was going on there. Still, Jackson didn't clarify what actually was going on there. Or anywhere, really.
Danny knew for a fact that everyone aside from him also hung out with Derek Hale, aka Miguel Stilinski. It was cute that Stiles really thought Danny didn't recognize the one wanted person in all of Beacon Hills at the time. Once again, Danny had considered that maybe Derek was Stiles' secret boyfriend for a while. This too had Jackson sputtering and laughing and turning a little green before clarifying that that was not what was going on, while once again failing to provide the real context.
At this point, Danny was half convinced that they were all part of a cult set around… Stiles, actually. Derek had been in Stiles' room. Scott was Stiles' best friend. Stiles and Lydia were attached at the hip more often than not these days, their noses in books, Lydia teaching him archaic Latin for some reason. Boyd and Erica always hovered over Stiles in particular. Isaac was gradually spending more and more time close to Stiles too, last week the blonde had been sitting in Stiles' lap and no, Danny wasn't even going to bring it up with Jackson because he could not handle a third 'That's not what's happening here' without a clear explanation. Allison was, quite frankly, the only normal person who didn't seem overly obsessed with Stiles, but even her friendship to her boyfriend's best friend was growing stronger with every week.
"One day," Danny sighed, his glass hovering just in front of his mouth. "One day, you will have to tell me the truth, Jacks. I'm your best friend, you have to… to trust me."
"I trust you," Jackson looked at him like a kicked puppy. "I just don't… I don't want you in danger, Danny. This is… I don't want you mixed up with it."
Huffing, Danny downed his drink and waved at the barkeeper for another. "I am involved. Whatever is going on, I am already involved on account of being your and Lydia's best friend. Even if I may be sharing that title with… Stiles, of all people, these days. How did that happen."
"Fuck if I know," Jackson sounded genuinely as lost as Danny felt at that and it eased some of the frustration in Danny. "He's just… always there. When shit happens. When people need to talk. Stilinski's there. It started with Boyd and Erica. They always went to him. And then Isaac started too and… I figured, I mean, it won't hurt to see what they're getting out of it, and…"
"And?" Danny raised both eyebrows, staring intensely at his best friend.
"For a guy who never shuts up, Stiles really knows how to listen when it matters," Jackson shrugged, staring into his own glass. "And as much as he rambles unnecessary shit, he is also… good at finding the right words when they're needed. I've been talking to him about my… birth-parents. And identity. And all that shit. And he gets it. Maybe not fully from his own experience, but he can apply his own experience to it in an… effective way? I don't know, man. It just works. Talking to Stilinski about emotions and shit just works."
For a moment, Danny hummed and let the sounds of the club around them wash over him. "So you just, you just go to him, knock at his door and talk to him about your feelings?"
"No," Jackson wrinkled his nose. "Don't ask me why, but everyone takes the window."
"What."
"The window," Jackson shrugged. "Derek started it, everyone else is just following his lead. Climbing in through Stiles' window. I think it's so we won't wake or disturb his dad. Or so his dad doesn't know we're coming over."
Why in the world would the sheriff mind Stiles having friends over? Did Danny have to worry about Stiles' home situation now? Over the past weeks, he'd learned about what Isaac's home life used to be like before his dad died. Was Stiles not safe at home…? Why was Danny worried about that. If that was the case, surely the very intense Stiles Stilinski Protection Squad was going to take care of it themselves, there was no reason for Danny to worry.
/break\
Stiles was tired. It was close to three AM and he hadn't slept yet. Hadn't even gotten to try sleeping yet. First had been a phone call from Allison, who wanted Stiles' help with a present for Scott. Then came Derek, discussing the last pack meeting with Stiles. And, yeah, Stiles appreciated it, appreciated that Derek recognized Stiles' place in the pack and respected his opinion. But if the Alpha could just schedule these meetings during office hours, instead of 10PM on a Friday night? And half an hour after Derek was gone, Boyd and Erica came climbing in for their regular post Gerard cuddle session. The two betas had grown fiercely protective of Stiles ever since the three of them had gotten out of that damn basement and Stiles super did not mind, he also did not mind the cuddling, it was so nice and comfy and soothing. Still, by the time they sneaked back out to get home to not raise suspicion with their parents, it was one AM and Stiles found himself texting a sleepless Isaac, who was having nightmares about his dad again. By two AM, Isaac was soothed to sleep and Stiles finally got to return to the essay he had been working on before Allison called.
It was three AM and Stiles was so tired and only half-way done with the essay that was due tomorrow and his window opened again. Groaning, Stiles internally prepared himself to send whoever it was away – well, 'whoever', at this point he had gone through pretty much the entire pack, only leaving Lydia (who knew how to ring a doorbell and never came over without texting first), Scotty (who did own a key and did use it, instead of the window, thank you very much) and Jackson. Which meant it had to be Jackson. However, Jackson had plans of going to the Jungle with Danny today, so that meant Jackson was coming over for another sulking-about-Danny session. Those had been increasing the longer Jackson was part of the pack and Danny was kept in the dark.
The problem with that was that the pack was pretty much evenly split on whether they should let Danny in or keep him out of it. Stiles was firmly camp 'hell yeah', because for one, Danny's skills were a clear asset to the pack, secondly he was already on the fringe of the pack and as proven by Lydia getting mauled by Peter, being on the fringe was not safer, thirdly, it was Danny. Who didn't want Danny around. The guy was a fucking delight. Cute, sweet, clever, handsome.
"Fuck, Jackson didn't say this was that hard."
Stiles' head whipped around at the voice and he got to stare at Danny climbing in through his window. What was happening here. Had he fallen asleep at his desk over his essay and had that dream again? The one where Danny broke into his bedroom to seduce him—?
"Wha—at is going on," Stiles asked slowly, watching Danny bend over to catch his breath.
"A ladder," Danny grunted. "You should invest in a ladder if people regularly climb in here. To make this easier on them. This is not the good kind of exercise."
"How… do you know that people regularly climb into my bedroom?" Stiles asked warily. "And why are you climbing in through my bedroom window at three AM?"
Danny straightened up and let his eyes wander over Stiles' room. For the first time, Stiles felt self-conscious about his bedroom. In his defense, how often did one's crush break into their bedroom? At night? Stiles was still half convinced this was a dream.
"Jackson told me," Danny replied casually, still cataloging Stiles' room.
Stiles' eyes bulged and oh holy shit Derek was going to rip Jackson a new one but also Stiles was gonna put his foot down and side with Jackson that decision, even though he wished the stubborn beta had run it by Stiles before. Like, ideally, Stiles and Lydia should have been there to break the news to Danny and ease him into this, give him the 101 My Best Friend Is A Werewolf class, all the fun bits. But okay, okay, okay, Stiles could work with this.
"So he finally told you he's a werewolf, holy shit," Stiles gasped out a breath. "How do you feel about that, buddy? And no feelings are wrong feelings there. I went through all the stages myself, there's a bit of envy, anger, denial, support, it's all valid."
Danny turned to look at him with wide eyes. "What."
"I mean it," Stiles nodded. "Whatever you're feeling is totally valid. I even get resentment about the lying and I need you to know that lying to you was not Jackson's idea, he wanted to tell you earlier, but the rest of the pack kind of had a vote on it and-"
"Werewolf. Pack," Danny interrupted him, eyes widening even more. "Fuck that makes sense."
Slowly, Danny sat down on Stiles' bed and Stiles would be appreciating the sight so much more if Danny's words and the look on his face didn't alarm him so much because why did Danny look surprised by that had Stiles just screwed up big time?
"Uhm. You… You just said that Jackson told you."
"About people breaking into your bedroom," Danny motioned around with one hand. "You asked me how I knew about people breaking into your bedroom and that's how I know about that."
Ah, fuck. Derek was gonna rip Stiles a new one and he could only hope his betas would avenge him. Groaning, Stiles hid his face in his hands, rubbing slowly. Okay, okay, okay, he could surely somehow work this, right? And Derek wasn't going to actually rip his throat out for going against the Alpha's orders, right? Pack Mom privileges and all that. Right?
"This explains nearly everything," Danny whispered amazing, staring straight ahead like his mind was working a hundred miles an hour. "When Jackson pulled away from us, to protect us? During his… change? Or whatever? And when he rekindled with Lydia, started hanging out again, how affectionate he got. Werewolves seek physical comfort. And all the people he's hanging out with now whom he never even looked at before – the pack. A pack of werewolves."
Heaving a sigh, Stiles closed his laptop, abandoning any hope that he would finish this essay before it was due, and instead walked over to sit down next to Danny. Though he sprawled, propping himself up on his elbows and tilting his head to look up at Danny, who sat straight against the wall.
"Are you the Alpha?" Danny asked, looking down at Stiles.
"What," Stiles blinked, stunned. "No, seriously, let me emphasize some more: What?"
Danny shrugged, which wasn't helpful. "You and Scott got involved in Jackson's life leading up to him pulling away from me – and becoming a werewolf. And you're at like the center of it all. They break into your bedroom for advise? They are constantly all over you. My theory was that you're leading a cult, or are in a complicated polycule but Jackson kept denying the polycule accusations."
Stiles made a noise like a dying whale. A cult. A polycule. Alpha of the pack. He genuinely didn't know which of those was the most ridiculous. He huffed out a laugh and shook his head.
"No, no to all three of those," Stiles slid down further on his bed, legs fully dangling off the side as he laid flat and looked up at the ceiling. "I'm what werewolves call Pack Mom. It has been lovingly referred to as the glue keeping the pack together. The Alpha is the leader, is about strength and brute force and physical protection. The Pack Mom like balances it out emotionally? That's what I do. Der says that that's usually a role taken by one or more of the humans in the pack. Where the wolves provide safety and protection, humans nurture and help on a more emotional level."
"So Derek – Derek Hale – your cousin Miguel – is the Alpha, then."
Stiles winced at the reminder of his not best lie. "Yeah, he is."
"And you two aren't dating?" Danny frowned down at him. "Because that sounds very mom and dad coded, which is dreadfully heteronormative, and I remember him half-naked in your bedroom."
"Don't look at it as heteronormative, look at it as gender-role breaking," Stiles shrugged carelessly. "I don't feel emasculated for being Pack Mom. I like it a lot, actually. Makes me feel like I contribute to the pack too, which… lack of claws and fangs often makes me feel… kinda useless."
It took another moment before the rest of Danny's words caught up with him. "Wait, you think I'm dating Derek Hale. No. No I am not dating Derek Hale. Also, why are you so obsessed with my love-life, Dannyboy? First the polycule accusations, now this?"
"Everyone is all over you," Danny shrugged.
"Because everyone loves me," Stiles shrugged before pausing and clarifying. "Platonically. I am the only guy on the planet who is literally surrounded by smoking hot people of both genders and is not getting laid. I managed to Mom-zone myself. Because that's my life."
Silence stretched on between them, both just sitting on Stiles bed together and Stiles couldn't deny how much he loved that. Loved spending time alone with Danny. Loved having Danny in his room. Loved the way he could smell Danny's body wash from this close, feel the heat radiating off his body. Stiles closed his eyes and breathed deeply, feeling himself relax.
"So my best friend is a werewolf," Danny spoke after half an eternity. "What… do I do now?"
"Phone," Stiles held his hand out, not opening his eyes.
He was mildly surprised when the request was obeyed. Cracking an eye open, he programmed his number into Danny's phone, sent himself a text and then handed the phone back.
"I'll talk to Der. And the rest of the pack," Stiles sighed, an exhausted sound. "Smooth things over. Then, I'll call you and we can talk about easing you into the pack."
"Why," Danny looked down at him. "I mean, why are you offering that. I've not exactly been… the friendliest to you so far, Stiles."
Which was true enough. But Danny had also never been actually hostile, or a bully. And considering his pack's track-record when it came to threatening Stiles? Stiles huffed amused.
"We may not be friends, Danny," Stiles spoke softly. "But that doesn't mean I don't want us to be friends. Besides, you're important to Lyds and Jacks. So, consider this me being Pack Mom and doing them a favor by easing you into the pack. It's what I do. I help everyone."
"Who helps you?" Danny asked, voice soft. "You look fucking exhausted. From what Jackson said, you're balancing everyone's emotional baggage. Who helps you carry your baggage?"
"I have no baggage," Stiles offered a broad, cocky grin. "You know me, Dannyboy. I'm the flailing goofball who always talks too much about unimportant shit. Nothing I have going on is important."
He didn't like the way Danny looked at him, so he chose to give an exaggerated yawn and stretch before getting off the bed. Putting physical distance between the two of them.
"It's kinda late and I still have an essay to finish," Stiles stated, turned toward the desk. "Uh. You can take the door and stairs this time, you know. The climbing through the windows is a werewolf thing. You can use the doorbell. Allison and Lydia use the doorbell."
"Okay," Stiles could hear Danny get off the bed. "I'll use the doorbell next time then. Night, Stiles."
Next time. Stiles' heart did a weird nervous thing at those words. Okay.
/break\
Derek Hale was intimidating. Even more so when his eyes flashed red and he grew fangs and claws. Though Danny couldn't entirely take the eyebrow-situation on the werewolves seriously. There was some intimidating, warning him to not spill their secret, that he would now be in danger from anything that hunted the pack too. Danny took it in stride.
Now that he knew what was going on, it all made so much more sense. Well, not 'all'. He still didn't understand the Boyd-Erica-Stiles situation. But everything else made more sense. The betas – as he learned non-Alpha werewolves were called in a pack – all flocked to Stiles because he was 'Pack Mom'. And now that Danny got to hang out with the pack, not just with the betas in the capacity of school but actually be invited to pack nights, he observed it even more. Casual touches – scent marking – comforting each other. Sharing space, comfort and food.
Stiles usually cooked during these pack nights, he went all out serving things that Danny had never heard of and could not pronounce. Polish family recipes from his mom that he hadn't gotten to make in years in some cases, because cooking just for his dad and himself was different than getting to cook for a large, hungry group of people. It was… weird, seeing Stiles cook. The usually flailing boy was near graceful as he danced through the kitchen, as uncoordinated as it looked, every step had its purpose, every flail was him reaching another ingredient or putting something away, and the end result was usually absolutely delicious. The pack would sit around the large table in the dining room of Derek's recently rebuilt house and eat together. After dinner, they'd usually watch a movie that was put up for vote first during dinner, usually accompanied by heated arguments.
Danny loved it. Loved it all. Loved how much like family it felt – all the arguing around the dinner table reminded him of home, of his siblings, it made him feel warm. He loved that these people, who had all experienced loss to varying degrees of traumatizing, had somehow carved this out for themselves, together, had created this for themselves. Danny found himself marveling at it.
Though Lydia had already been one of his two best friends before, after joining the pack, their bond grew even more. And Danny found himself spending a lot of his time with Lydia, Allison and Stiles. The non-werewolves of the pack. Lydia was a Banshee and though not a supernatural species, Allison was a hunter. Which made her and Scott just so Romeo and Juliet coded, he had to roll his eyes. Which, the most exhausting part about the pack were definitely the mated pairs. Though it explained a lot about how fast and hard Allison and Scott fell, and it explained absolutely everything about Lydia and Jackson, it even explained at least one angle of the Boyd-Erica-Stiles situation (though it only raised even more questions on how Stiles fit with the mated pair).
To his surprise, Danny found himself spending a lot of his time alone with Stiles too. At first, to learn more about the pack, werewolves and the supernatural. Everyone kept saying that Stiles did all the research and knew the most, had explained most things to the betas to begin with, so Danny came and sought him out. The more time he spent with Stiles, the less he minded.
Every quality of Stiles' that he had perceived as annoying was slowly growing on him. When Stiles went on a tangent and started rambling wildly, Danny was no longer annoyed by the word vomit, he found himself smiling at the excitement in Stiles' eyes and the passion in his voice. Stiles' flailing started looking cute to him. And Danny's thoughts when Stiles was chewing on his pencil again, well, those had started being entirely inappropriate.
It reached a point where Danny found himself concerned when Stiles wasn't talking, where he used to seek the quiet and wished for Stiles to shut up. Because now he knew that most of the time when Stiles was actually quiet? That was because the other boy was in a bad mental space. Though Danny hadn't exactly figured out what was going on there, he could see the haunted look in his eyes.
"You really have moped about your ex for long enough now. It's time to get back on the horse," Jackson declared one night at the Jungle. "You should ask Stiles out."
Danny started coughing violently when his drink went down the wrong pipe. "What."
"Dude," Jackson grunted, patting him on his back. "Don't even try."
"Try what," Danny glared at his best friend.
"Try denying that you're falling for Stilinski," Jackson offered him a smug smirk. "I've known you all your damn life, Mahealani. I know what you look like when you like someone and you've been looking at Stiles that way for weeks now. You like him."
"Absolutely not," Danny grunted, returning to his drink.
"...You know that we wolves can hear lies, right?" Jackson's smirk turned even more smug.
Well, fuck. Danny glared fiercely at his best friend and then got up. If he couldn't drink in peace then damn it, he was going to dance. Surely there had to be some cute guy willing to dance with him here. Because Jackson was right with one thing, Danny had been single for too long now. His eyes darkened when he spotted a cute twink. Long, long legs, a tight ass shown off by dark skinny jeans, a red shirt that hugged his lithe frame well, dark, messy hair. Danny didn't necessarily have a type, but he had moods. And right now, he was in the mood to pin a cute twink against the toilet stalls. Time to see if the cute twink was in the same mood.
With a smile on his lips did Danny approach the dancing boy, resting a hand just above the other's lower back to gain his attention before walking around him. He came to stand close, intend on whispering in the other boy's ear, but he froze when he looked into familiar golden-brown eyes.
"Oh, hey, Danny," Stiles grinned broadly at him. "I saw you and Jackson at the bar but you looked deep in conversation so I didn't want to bother."
Danny was distracted by mulling over the fact just how much he'd wanted to fuck Stiles just a moment ago. Damn it all to hell, Jackson might actually be right. He forced a smile.
"Hey," Danny replied after a moment. "What… are you doing here?"
"The girls had a performance and as captain of their official fanclub, I had to cheer them on," Stiles jerked a thumb over his shoulder to point at the drag queens.
They turned and either smiled or winked at Danny. Right. Duckling of the flock. Danny blinked before returning his attention to Stiles. He looked cute in that light, with the soft smile on his lips. Made Danny want to kiss him. Jerking away, Danny cleared his throat.
"Right. I'll, uh, go back to Jackson. Talk to you later?"
Stiles frowned at him but nodded and returned to his dance. Danny couldn't look away, even as he sat down next to Jackson again. Partially so he didn't have to see the unbearable smugness on his best friend's face. Jackson elbowed him until Danny finally looked at him and yep, there it was.
"You were so going to hit on him before you realized it was Stiles," Jackson snickered.
"I hate you," Danny said dryly.
"Can't lie to a werewolf," Jackson smirked. "Besides, we both know you love me."
Flipping him off, Danny ordered a new drink. "So maybe Stiles is cute."
"Not just maybe," Jackson huffed. "I got eyes. I know he's cute. Especially since he grew his hair out. I'll never tell him that, but I still know."
The cute or the sexual attraction weren't even the problem. The problem was how attached Danny had grown to Stiles. How invested in him. Just how attentive he was when it came to Stiles, soaking every new thing he learned up like a sponge. Every layer he peeled back intrigued him more. Danny liked Stiles, genuinely liked Stiles, and he didn't really know what to do with that.
/break\
Stiles was sleepy when he stumbled into his room. Not even necessarily tired, he was still a bit wired from the buzz and the great performance, but he felt drowsy. He was also still distracted thinking about whether or not Danny had wanted to dance with him, because Danny's hand on his lower back – and he could still feel it if he concentrated hard enough – and the near awkward way in which he had just returned to Jackson had nearly kind of felt like Danny had meant to ask him to dance and then chickened out. Only that Danny didn't chicken out of stuff, which only made it more confusing and it wasn't like Stiles didn't dance with all his friends all the time, he'd even danced with Jackson last week. So he didn't fully pay attention when he went into his room, not turning the light on because he knew his way around his own bedroom, thank you very much, and collapsed face first onto his bed. Someone grunted as Stiles made impact with a person's thighs. Okay.
"I don't even care," Stiles declared, yawning and stretching wide in his own bed. "You break into my bedroom and sit on my bed, you are now my pillow. Good night."
He snuggled closer to whoever had broken into his bedroom and closed his eyes, earning an amused chuckle. "You weren't home yet and I didn't want to leave again."
Danny. Stiles blinked dazed. Wait. Danny. Not that it was rare for Danny to be in his room anymore, it was honestly a very, very regular thing by now that had started out with Danny getting the 101 on all things supernatural. Though he was more or less caught up on all of their adventures and all the dos and don'ts that Stiles knew, Danny still dropped by like two to three times a week. Sometimes, they'd do homework together, study for a test, or just... talk. Danny would ask him stuff, personal stuff, about stuff that Stiles liked, and then Danny listened to him. Which was still a bizarre concept to Stiles. Sure, his pack listened to him, but Danny? Danny had always seemed kind of annoyed by Stiles' overall Stilesness and unlike Boyd, Erica, Isaac and Jackson, he hadn't turned into an oversized puppy who now felt the Pack Mom bond. He was still human Danny and he should still be annoyed by Stiles' overall Stilesness. Once, Stiles had asked Danny about it and Danny had just shrugged and claimed that he didn't want to feel left out from the pack, who all always came to hang out in Stiles' bedroom like it was their headquarters and Stiles just… accepted that.
"Why are you here?" Stiles asked, rolling onto his back so he could look up at Danny.
He adamantly refused to move off Danny's lap though, because as he just pointed out, the other had broken into his bedroom, so he now had to deal with being Stiles' pillow and Stiles would be damned to miss an opportunity of kind of snuggling with his steadily growing crush. Danny learning the truth about the supernatural had super not helped with the crush situation. Like hanging out with Jackson, Lydia and Danny had already worsened the physical attraction into a crush, but now that Danny was pack? Now that they... hung out? Just the two of them? This crush was slowly outgrowing crush-levels and Stiles was worried.
"Couldn't sleep," Danny shrugged and tilted his head back against the wall. "Got home from the club and realized that I am forcibly sharing my bedroom with my two cousins who are over right now and one of them snores like you wouldn't believe. The betas get to crash here when they can't sleep, so I invited myself."
That... wasn't untrue. Boyd and Erica often stayed half nights or even the whole night and if Isaac's nightmares about his father got too worse, the blonde would sneak into Stiles' bed too for comfort. Scott was a given, they had had sleepovers since forever. Jackson was a bit more rare, he still had reservations about sharing a bed and fair enough, honestly. Allison and Lydia sometimes came for a proper, normal sleepover because they didn't want to feel left out with all the wolves staying in Stiles' bedroom all the time and the first time the two girls had marched in with sleeping bags, Stiles did have to redo his whole coming out thing with his dad more pointedly. Which did remind him...
"When I asked you if I'm attractive to gay guys, that was weird, wasn't it?"
Danny stilled for a moment and then looked down at him curiously. "In a sense. It happens a lot. Straight guys in sports teams are very in love with themselves and they love the ego boost, knowing that they could get it, even if they're not interested. Well, the ones who aren't homophobic."
"Right yeah no that was not, not a straight guy fishing for compliments," Stiles wiggled his nose. "That was my 'figuring out that I'm gay' phase. I was. Kind of lost on that."
"Mh," Danny tilted his head. "Still lost?"
"Nope. Just gay," Stiles grinned up at him, lazy and happy and warm. "Yeah, after Lydia and Jackson had their epic true love's kiss, I kinda did some reevaluating and realized that I... never felt that way about Lydia. At all. It was just... I guess it felt just safer? To project onto an unobtainable girl, than to confront things that I didn't really understand at the time. And over the years, I grew... comfortable with how things were and didn't question it."
"You procrastinated your own sexuality," Danny looked amused and near fond. "Congrats on figuring it out though."
Humming softly, Stiles rolled onto his side, getting more comfortable on Danny's lap. Those were excellently comfortable thighs. He startled a little when fingers started running through his hair, but as quickly did he relax again. That felt good. That was so soothing, holy shit. He could stay right here, with his head on Danny's lap and with Danny running his fingers through his hair, forever.
/break\
Three months into being part of the pack, Danny finally learned the truth about what that weird Boyd-Erica-Stiles situation was and he honestly wished his polycule theory had been true instead.
They were fighting some kind of creature that lived in storms, made of pure lightning. Because these things were now part of Danny's life. Though he didn't do any fighting, he just drove the get there and get away car (also known as Jackson's Porsche) and took care of injuries, together with Stiles and Scott (who at least had some basic knowledge from his job as a vet).
They were patching up Isaac when the creature lashed out and hit Stiles. It wasn't even a bad amount of voltage, but apparently it was enough to give Stiles a flashback. Erica and Boyd rushed to his side and eased him out of his panic-attack and, in the aftermath, once the creatur was taken care of and everyone was basically hovering around Stiles, the other boy unwillingly explained himself. Most of the pack didn't seem to know the details either, they'd only known that Stiles, Boyd and Erica had been taken by Gerard and that bad things had happened. That those bad things included torture with electricity was new to most aside from Derek and Scott.
Afterward, when the pack split up after a brief debriefing – usually, they had full pack-nights, but Stiles, Boyd and Erica seemed rattled and Isaac and Jackson were still recovering, so they decided to make it quick and delay the comfort bonding to a different day – Danny found himself walking aimlessly through the streets of Beacon Hills. When he looked up, he realized his feet had carried him to Stiles' house. He frowned, annoyed with his feet, and his thoughts, and his heart.
Heaving a sigh, he gave in and went to climb in through Stiles' bedroom window – the sheriff's cruiser sat in its parking spot and Stiles tried to keep his dad away from pack stuff, even though the sheriff finally knew (after they told Danny, Stiles had used that as an argument with the pack to also tell his dad), so Danny figured his presence late would only raise questions. The climb still sucked and Stiles still hadn't gotten a latter to make this easier for at least the humans (and yes, Danny had seen Allison scale the wall up to Stiles' bedroom before too. He'd seen Stiles do it too).
"No," Stiles' voice was surprisingly firm, once Danny sat on his window-sill.
The other boy wasn't even turned toward him, he was curled together on the bed, facing the wall. Danny frowned and continued on entering the bedroom, relieved when he had ground under his feet. Stiles huffed frustrated and turned around to look at him and Danny hated what he saw. Stiles' eyes were red, like he had been crying, and when he was curled together like that, the lanky teen whose limbs seemed to go on forever appeared to be so… small. Stiles was not small.
"Danny," Stiles frowned at him. "No. It took me forever to tell the pups off from breaking in tonight. I don't… I really don't have the space for whatever it is, okay? I just…"
He rubbed at his red eyes. Pups. Sometimes, Stiles would call all the wolves puppies, to mock or tease them, but 'pups' wasn't mocking, 'pups' was a Pack Mom thing. Danny had gotten weirdly used to that, to the whole dynamic of the pack. He didn't claim to understand it, that these teenagers of the same age somehow had a bond that approximated a mother/child bond the closest, but if he was being honest, it was no less weird than his own, very vastly different feelings for Stiles.
"Hey," Danny kept his voice soft as he approached Stiles and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I don't want anything but to make sure you're alright, Stiles."
Stiles looked up at him warily. "What."
"Partially for you, because whatever just happened was traumatic for you and I really don't think you should be alone right now," Danny elaborated. "And maybe partially for me."
"Why?" Stiles frowned, but he made room in the bed for Danny.
"Because I just learned that you had been kidnapped and tortured by our former principle," Danny raised both eyebrows at Stiles. "It's… It's kind of messing with me. I worry."
"About me," Stiles managed to nearly say it like a question.
Sighing, Danny got more comfortable on Stiles' bed, laying down flat next to the other boy and staring up at the ceiling. Stiles was laying next to him, on his side so he could look at Danny.
"Why do you say it like that?" Danny asked. "Is it… really that hard to believe that I might worry about you? That I'm not hanging out with you multiple times a week out of, what, social obligations or pity, but maybe because I like you? Because we're friends by now?"
"I mean, yeah," Stiles admitted after a moment. "You have always been supremely annoyed by me. And I do get that we're now pack, and that I helped explain shit to you, but…"
"And you grew on me during that time, okay?" Danny cut in, frowning. "I like you."
"Why do you keep saying it like that? You're not saying 'like' you keep saying 'like'."
Rolling onto his side, Danny looked at Stiles' face. Open and vulnerable, no snark or mischief in his eyes, just an honest kind of confusion, as well as the aftermath of his earlier panic-attack. Without thinking, Danny reached out to cup Stiles' cheek, gently brushing some tear-traces away with his thumb. Stiles leaned into the touch, big brown eyes staring at Danny curiously.
"You keep offering solace to everyone who comes knocking at your window. Even the people who have treated you like shit in the past. You help everyone who needs it, even when you don't like them. You're kind of… amazing, Stiles. I never realized that before, because I never took the time to get to know you. But now that I know you, I like you."
"You said it weirdly again," Stiles pointed out, narrowing his eyes.
"Because I don't like you," Danny rolled his eyes and leaned in slowly. "I like you."
He pressed a feather light kiss to Stiles' lips. For a moment, Stiles didn't move at all – and Danny was fairly sure he had never seen that happen, not even when he was asleep did Stiles keep fully still – and just when Danny was about to pull away, movement returned to Stiles. He grabbed Danny by the collar of his shirt, clumsily pulling him back in and doing his best at deepening the kiss, even though Danny could tell that Stiles had barely any, if any at all, experience. It made Danny smile just a little and he tilted his head, taking the lead. To his credit, Stiles proved to be a fast learner when it came to kissing too, but that shouldn't be a surprise.
"Oh," Stiles whispered against Danny's lips when they parted. "So… like, huh."
Grinning, Danny nodded. His hand slipped from Stiles' cheek, slowly tracing down to settle on the other boy's waist. He pulled Stiles closer against himself and twisted some so he was laying on his back again, with Stiles half resting on his chest. Stiles seemed comfortable enough there.
"So… you came here to kiss me?" Stiles asked, looking somewhere between curious and pleased.
"Actually no," Danny huffed. "I had plans of staying in denial about my feelings for you for at least another couple of weeks. But then today happened. And I didn't like the thought of you being alone. I guess I came here to, I don't know… be there for you?"
"To be my solace, for a change?" Stiles grinned at him with an edge of teasing.
Yet beyond the teasing, his grin was so soft and warm and happy, so Danny shrugged. "I guess."
Humming, Stiles cuddled up more to Danny, resting a hand on Danny's chest and pulling one leg up to actually lay across Danny's. Clingy. Of course he was clingy, this should not surprise Danny. Sighing, Danny wrapped one arm around Stiles' back, gently running it up and down his spine.
"You are, you know," Stiles admitted after a moment, voice so soft that Danny could barely hear him. "My solace, I mean. If we have to be cheesy about it. Don't get me wrong, I love the pups, I love hanging out with them and they often enough hang out with me without wanting something from me. But it's just… it feels different with you. More… at ease? More solace-y."
Danny snorted. "That's not a word. You're too smart for that."
"Shut up, you fried my brain earlier by kissing me," Stiles actually stuck his tongue out at Danny.
Huffing out a laugh, Danny leaned down to kiss the corner of Stiles' mouth. Three months ago, he didn't understand why everyone seemed to flock to Stiles. Now, he understood.
~*~ The End ~*~
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The Beacon Witch - Pt.4
-Y/n moves to Beacon hills to stay with her Guardian Deaton and finds love in the shape of a wolf- Reader x Derek Hale-
You couldn’t comprehend why Stiles or anyone else from you new found group of supernatural friends weren’t answering your texts or calls.
Deaton had already lectured you this morning about putting yourself in any unnecessary danger, even if you are a Witch, he liked to remind you that you knew basically nothing about your abilities and hadn’t had the time to learn. 
You frowned as you were packing your bag for the day ahead. Fleeting memories of being held in strong arms and carried. An intoxicating smell of aftershave, leather and fresh soap. Dereks worried face looking down on you while noticing the gash on your forehead, that was there one minute and gone the next. 
He wasn’t there when you’d come to. No one was, apart from Deaton who sighed with relief when you finally groaned and came round. You were disappointed, sad even that they had all left… for some reason, it was the absence of the Hale man that pained your chest the most. 
Arriving at school was just like any other day, apart from when Scott saw you, he quickly made off with Stiles towards the building. You frowned, what had you done? Did they think you were a liability for getting hurt. As far as you were aware, according to Stiles, he often came out of these situations bumped and scrapped, if not worse.
Lydia and Allison noticed you staring after the two boys who’d done an obvious job at making you feel awkward and confused, and made their way over to you. At least they weren’t acting weird. 
“Hey so, did something happen that I don’t know about, because I know they can be weird sometimes, but not that weird.” You were caught of guard when Lydia threw herself at you in a hug. 
“Oh you poor thing, I didn’t even know wolves had mates, let alone that Derek would even have one, you know, I thought it was romantic the first time he’d seen you and kissed your hand and everything and basically fell for you then and there but god, leaving you to make sure you don’t get hurt? It’s all so tragic…and you’re a Witch? I didn’t even know they existed but I guess why not when everything else does….” She finally caught her breath, your eyebrows were still furrowed. You brain was trying to catch up and make sense of her ramblings, Allison, you could see her in the corner of your spaced out mind telling Lydia off. Something about… “You weren’t supposed to say anything, she didn’t know.” 
Lydia gasped, a well manicured hand coming to her chest. She started apologising, apparently she didn’t know she wasn’t supposed to say anything, part of you knew exactly what she was doing. Lydia liked you, and in a way didn’t want anything kept secret. She wasn’t as dumb as she made out, the complete opposite in fact, but for some reason it was the narrative she led people to believe. 
“Wait, stop, wait. So you’re telling me, that Derek Hale, is my mate… like a soulmate? Destined for each other, written in the stars, the missing piece of the puzzle… all that kinda stuff…” You didn’t know how to react when Lydia and Allison confirmed it. 
-In gym- 
You slapped Stiles arm pretty forcefully. He was about to tell you off but then he saw the look on your face. It didn’t take Stiles and Scott long to spill everything and apologise for how they treated you this morning, promising not to do it again, wether Derek liked it or not, you were officially one of the pack. 
You were quick to forgive them, but made them swear no more secrets. You understood you were still relatively new… to Beacon Hills and to all the supernatural stuff too, but you were here and you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. They couldn’t keep you out of the loop. 
In the corner of your eye something had you distracted, that guy, the one who took yearbook photos… what was his name again, oh yeah.. Matt, he was just.. starring at you, through the window of the sports hall door, he wasn’t even in your period.. something about him gave you a wrong sort of feeling. Your thoughts were interrupted when some kind of commotion was happening over at the rock wall, looking away for a split second and then back again, Matt was gone and it left you with a shiver that vibrated through your whole body, not the good kind. 
Turns out, your senses were kind of like a wolves? Both you and Scott had ran back through to the gym followed by others just in time for Scott to catch a seizing Erica. You Didn’t know the girl, has seen her in passing, she seemed nice enough, quiet. 
You could tell she was in so much pain, and humiliation, you could see it swirling around her. You didn’t realise until Stiles grabbed your hand, that it was glowing slightly, purple light trying to peak out of the cracks of your linked fingers. If Scott hadn’t caught her, god knows what would have happened, your just glad your powers didn’t make a freak appearance in front of your gym class. 
-Later that day-
You couldn’t believe that the same Erica from this morning was the same Erica that had just waltzed in to the cafeteria. You also couldn’t believe it when you watched her get into Dereks car, a smug grin on her face, directed at you. It wasn’t until Derek turned around, that he caught your frown. He was making new wolves, to be a part of his pack, didn’t he realise that he was just putting himself in danger? You wanted to help Scott, but you didn’t know how you would fare against Derek. Against your mate.
“So much for being your mate.” He would be able to hear you thanks to his heightened hearing. Your words shocked him, his face changed in an instant and you saw him reach for the door handle. But you ignored him  turning on your heel, gravel crunching under your boot and ran to your bike instead. A tear rolled down your cheek and you laughed in disbelief when someone was blocking the path to your getaway. Matt was seriously becoming a nuisance, his camera posed and ready when he noticed the stray tear drop. He was about to say something when you shot him down and asked him to moved. 
Only a month in and already you were done with Beacon Hills. 
-Later that night-
You’d met Scott at the Ice rink. It was creepy in the night. The size of the building standing eerily silent while lights flickered from inside. 
Stiles was missing after going to Boyds house to look for Dereks next recruit, you knew things couldn’t be good, but yet, Scott asked you to wait outside instead of coming in. You were going to protest but on second thoughts, maybe you could wait.. just to be safe.
Scott was taking his time and you weren’t going to lie to yourself, you felt like someone was watching you. The hair on the back of your neck standing on end. The plan was just to go in and find Boyd, get out of there. 
Against better judgment you started walking aimlessly through the ice rink you hadn’t yet been to, the cold your guide to the place you were looking for. Voices were muffled in the background… Derek. Your heart thud against your chest. 
“Well hang on, this isn’t exactly a fair fight.” Oh.. maybe that was your cue? Or maybe it was just really good timing. 
You emerged, wolves heads whipping towards you from every direction. Dereks jaw clenched and his eyes flashed a brilliant red. 
“Scott… why do you insist in putting her life in danger.” You walked towards Scott, trying to act confident, but in all honesty, you could have peed yourself there and then. 
“At least he has anything to do with me Derek.” Your voice surprised you, as it did your mate. You thought you saw him shiver when you said his name. “At least he’s not a coward, he believes in me, unlike you.” Derek growled when you touched Scotts shoulder, half out of comfort for your friend, half because news flash, ice is frikin slippy!  
Without warning, Erica came charging towards you, her claws out, ready for attack, Scott pushed you behind him roaring, his fangs elongated and claws out ready. 
“Erica NO.” It was too late, Scott pushed you hard out of the way, leading you to lose your footing and slide on your back across the ice, you body colliding with the walls of the rink. Snarls and growls echoed around the frosty room. You shakily stood, eyes trained on Scott fitting Issac and Erica, your boots thud on the ice as you tried to run to his help but your efforts were futile when two strong arms wrapped around your waist. 
“So i’m a coward hu?” His breath fanned your neck which made your whole body shiver.. mmm he was warm. Clouds of white puffed into the air from your breath. 
“Why didn’t you say anything, you’ve known for weeks and you didn’t tell me.” You tried to move towards Scott but Dereks arms tightened around you. 
“I’m not the kind of guy you want to be around Y/N, you’ll only get hurt.” You laughed. You actually laughed. 
“Next line from some kind of cheesy romance novel please, I’m a big girl Derek, I can take care of myself.” Your hands started glowing, the purple from your magic reflecting off the white ice covered floor making the room glow. 
“I know Y/N, I know, We will talk about this later.” He had the audacity to lean down and place a kiss on the side of your neck, making you weak, literally, it made your knees weak and you collapsed to the floor, wet patches on your knees from where you’d fallen next to Issac and Erica who’d been thrown to Dereks feet by Scott. Derek started towards Scott, not before looking back at you, his eyes glowing red, fangs elongated. 
“Derek don’t do this, don’t hurt him, please.” He continued, you screamed out as Derek sliced and diced at Scott bit by bit, blood turning the floor red. You managed to get to your feet, running across the ice you threw your body over Scotts and turned to look up at the man, your mate. “Stop, Derek, Please stop.” Tears were running down your face, your mascara was definitely not waterproof. The ice turned purple and everything seemed to glitter, the once white floor reflecting your brilliant magic hue around the rink as dome of protection seemed to form over you and Scott.
It ended in Derek’s face turning back to normal, pain evident as his looked at the stress he’d caused you. He was torn, between you and his pack, you could tell. You thought being his mate would mean you were part of his pack, but god knows how these things worked, maybe he needed his army instead of you. 
-Stiles Journal- 
Just when we thought Derek couldn’t be a bigger jerk… he’s really outdone himself this time. God, I can’t even believe how Y/N must have felt.. well actually, considering the amount of sobbing and crying I heard in the background when Lydia called me to tell me what Derek had done, maybe I could imagine a little bit. 
It’s a shame really, that all of this was going on at the same time Y/N moves to town, maybe if the timing was different, who knows, Y/N and Derek might be making Wolf-Witch Hybrids (Note to self- never say that again.)
Lydia told me that Y/N was going to take some days out of school? Go somewhere with Deaton to learn the beginnings and origins of her powers? To me, it sounds like a good idea actually. Maybe she’d have more control over her abilities, it would give her some time away to think about her whole mate situation too. 
I know me and Y/N are just friends, but sometimes I wish… like why couldn’t I be her mate? I won’t treat her like a piece of shit at least. I don’t know, i’m still trying to wrap my head around the way the universe works. 
Well that’s me, survived another day as the only normal one in the whole group. 
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princeescaluswords · 1 year ago
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Underestimated
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It's hilarious how no one more consistently misreads both Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski than stans of Fanon Stiles. In their urge to piss on Scott, they treat Stiles as if he is a fragile baby who doesn't constantly stand up for what he thinks is right, who doesn't make fun of threats like Gerard Argent to his face, who doesn't defy monstrous serial killers like Peter Hale and the nogitsune.
Even though Stiles had particular flaws which mean he will never be my favorite character, I would never say he wasn't clever, brave, and loyal. When he sees a problem, he takes action (even if I don't like the action he takes).
Which is why it's so mystifying that so-called fans of Stiles consistently write him as someone who would silently suffer from the neglect and disregard of popular jock Scott McCall (who was neither popular nor a jock). Just this morning, the day after Christmas, I came across a completely untagged story where Stiles mourns the way Scott has drifted away from their friendship, leaving poor baby Stiles alone and unable to depend on anyone. This is in the aftermath of Gerard kidnapping and beating Stiles from the lacrosse game in Battlefield (2x11).
I might enjoy a story where Stiles contemplates the shifting nature of his and Scott's friendship. I might even enjoy him mourning the loss of their closeness due to the horrors that have assaulted them. But, of course, that's not the approach this story took. Scott doesn't come for Stiles in Master Plan (2x12) demonstrating the weakening of their friendship. It is not because Scott couldn't find Stiles; it is not because the Hales insisted that stopping Gerard was more important, and it is certainly not because Scott had to prioritize saving people who he knew might die, including Jackson, Derek, and Derek's pack. No, no, Scott didn't come for Stiles because he was fixated on Allison, even though it was Allison who begged him not to get involved in Shape-Shifted (2x02) and even though Scott doesn't talk to or even as much as say her name from the time Stiles is kidnapped until long after Scott gets a text saying that Stiles has been found.
Does this person really believe that Stiles, who steals a police van to stop Jackson, who tortures Scott to punish him for letting his Dad get hurt, who shouts repeatedly at Lydia whom he has been in love with since the third Grade, would sit in the dark of his bedroom, feeling lost and empty because Scott doesn't make him the center of his universe? What scene could possibly have made them think that? The only time Stiles conceals things is to protect people, including himself.
Oh, I get that this is Stiles serving as Self-Insert. But I've seen so many variations of mourning/angry/vengeful/despondent Stiles crying because Scott fell in love with a girl for as long as I've been in the fandom, that I know it's a pretty popular trope. A terrible (and racist) trope manifested out of thin air, borrowing heavily from "the minority character must be a white character's caretaker" (you never see Derek scolded for not mentioning Stiles for the last two episodes of Season 2). It's not terrible because it's not canon (though it's not); it's not terrible because it's weaksauce (do friends really have to be exclusively devoted to you for the rest of their lives to be friends?). In the end, the largest reason it is terrible is because it makes Stiles into a sniveling little wuss, someone so dependent on others that he won't fight for what he wants.
Stiles Stilinski is many things, but he was never that.
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wolfbaenes · 10 months ago
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my centerfold | pack
when the pack had grown big enough, derek had tucked the camaro away into a storage unit.
he'd never had any real attachment to the car; it was something he'd bought between new york and beacon hills, a band-aid he'd haphazardly placed over the bleeding wound that was his missing pack. it hadn't done much of anything for him; it hadn't brought back his family, hadn't gotten rid of the smear that was kate argent, hadn't removed that sad edge to his sister's smile. if anything, he thought, it just made laura even sadder; his overcompensatory attempt at making himself seem better than he'd ever been was glaring and embarrassing. but the act of admitting that⎯of quietly turning in the camaro and getting something more reasonable, something that'd just as easily and more comfortably cart the two detached spirits that carried the legacy of the hale pack now⎯felt even worse, so he didn't.
not until scott mccall. scott and stiles and allison⎯then erica and boyd and isaac and lucy, and all of the others that poked their heads into his life after them. not until he regularly found himself picking up unlicensed high schoolers and driving them home after full moons, or chauffeuring ice cream adventures, or taking road trips at three a.m. just so that atticus could listen to that coldplay song on repeat for three hours without bothering anyone. then it didn't make sense to keep the camaro; not when his life had expanded beyond two souls⎯when so many people now carried the hale legacy, in name and blood and every other thing that mattered even more⎯and the world was too full for such a compact vehicle. so he'd gotten a storage unit to hide the camaro in and he'd bought (what scott liked to call) a soccer mom car. and he could take the teasing; as long as allison was sitting in the passenger seat, twisting around to jump into whatever story lydia and quinn were telling, and kira was nodding off against the window with liam's jacket around her shoulders, and bailey was sticking her tongue out at isaac before giggling⎯⎯he'd take all of the teasing in the world for that.
sometimes, though, he did like to pull the camaro out of hiding. it wasn't fit for what he had now, for a family, but⎯sometimes, it worked.
jude had spent the first handful of minutes of this trip looking around in awe and poking every button derek let her get away with. luxury was not familiar to her; the mayers drove a beaten down volkswagen and jude had been riding the same bike since she was eleven. ("it helps that i haven't had a growth spurt since then, either," she'd joked once.) the camaro wasn't the height of opulence, not for derek, but it was new for jude, and he allowed her to poke around with curiosity. it was rare that he got to be alone with her; partially because of the people who loved them, but partially because he went out of his way to make sure they weren't alone. but he'd told himself that he wouldn't run away this time; there were things he couldn't say in front of everyone, not yet, but he wouldn't hide them from jude. not if she needed him to say them.
after ten minutes, jude leaned back in her seat and fell into silence. it wasn't often that she did that, but derek didn't push her out of it. she'd speak eventually.
sure enough, when the hale house was less of a destination and more of a nearing landmark, jude spoke. "professor hale," she said softly. she always called him that; no matter how much derek told her she could call him by his first name, she never did. she was a lot like xochitl in that matter; small, too, like she'd wither and fall away if derek stopped looking. but he thought maybe there was a difference in that. he hummed. jude took a breath. "i've been reading over the memoir you gave me. i mean⎯⎯you know me, i'm a slow reader, so it's taking forever. but i've been reading it."
"...okay."
jude pressed her lips tight together. "is⎯you never answered me before. why did you give it to me?"
derek's hand tightened on the wheel. he didn't mean to. he'd known that jude would ask eventually; he'd been banking on it. he'd been hoping that she would figure it out herself, so that he'd never have to say the words. he still had not worked up the courage to ever say the words. but it was just the two of them here, and if he was ever going to be brave enough to admit it, then it would be now.
kind of.
"i was hoping," he said slowly, "that you'd figure that out for me."
jude stared straight ahead. out of the corner of his eye, derek saw her mouth open, saw her tongue peek out and drag across her lips. he saw her blink a few times, wet and stubborn. "did you know kate?" she asked, her voice scarily quiet. "before the fire, before⎯⎯" she blinked again, harder. "did you know her?"
from this distance, derek could hear the pack, just faintly. hardly, over jude's beating heart. "more than i wish i had," he confessed.
and he heard jude's heart break, right in his hands.
they didn't say anything else in the few minutes that passed before they pulled up to the house. he pretended not to see jude roughly wipe her hands across her face, though it hadn't been wet in the first place. when he killed the engine, the two of them sat there for a moment. "i'm sorry," jude whispered. he thought she might cry, for real this time, but she didn't. "professor."
what was the right thing to say to that? i'm not⎯well, that would be a lie. i am, too⎯and what would that do to her?
derek placed a hand over jude's wrist and squeezed. "come on. atticus takes these things very seriously."
jude smiled, tight, and sniffled.
they got out of the car. derek grabbed jude's bag out of the trunk; it'd taken more work than he'd ever expected, but they'd finally convinced jude to spend a few nights at the pack house. they'd missed the new moon by a week, so atticus was overcompensating by making the moon circle a week-long retreat of sorts, even though they would be staying at the house they already lived in. what mattered, though, was that jude would be there the entire time, just like the rest of them. and after much pleading and wheedling, jude had agreed.
derek didn't know if his admission had anything to do with that. he didn't know how to feel one way or the other.
the house was fully in motion by the time they stepped inside. the scent of hot food hit derek like a particularly delicious train and he started salivating in an instant. laughter poured out of every corner of the house as everyone put on their pajamas and grabbed their most prized stuffed animals in anticipation for the night. a fair number of them had never sat in for a moon circle before, but they'd been warned about how emotionally taxing it could be; any sort of comfort was encouraged.
coming down the stairs in a pair of his most comfortable sweats and a hoodie that derek would swear used to sit in his closet, camden grinned at the sight of them. "jude, hey! you made it!"
"as if i'd ever turn down a moment with my favorite firefighter," jude said around a grin of her own, stepping into camden's offered hug. no one mentioned that jude had, on many occasions, turned down moments with camden and the pack in general. "ooh, something smells good. who cooked?"
"the usual suspects. come on, i'll make you a plate." with his arm around jude's shoulders, camden led her towards the kitchen in search of food. if he noticed her red-rimmed eyes, then he had enough kindness and tact not to point it out.
"here, i'll take that," alicia said, taking jude's bag from derek. "i'm heading upstairs anyway. she's staying with malia, right?"
"i think so⎯thanks." derek watched as alicia took the bag upstairs to drop off, before he made his way back towards the backyard, where people were gradually trickling in.
atticus had been particular about the details for their moon circles. the fact that the timing was off already didn't sit right with her, so they warded off any meltdowns by agreeing to whatever else she wanted. they couldn't have it inside, because the living room was a space where they should always be comfortable and feel at ease. even though the moon circles would eventually bring them peace, it would also bring up a lot of bad feelings that she didn't want them to necessarily associate with their own home. the sunroom wasn't big enough for all of them, and atticus had waved away the witches' offer to make it bigger. in mid-march, it was still a little cold for everyone to be sitting outside for hours, but cass and cecelia had worked their magic to create a warm bubble that'd keep them all at just the right temperature without making them freeze or sweat. as people finished eating and ventured out of the house, they took their spots in the bubble, naturally forming a wide circle that would hold them all.
as scott rushed past him to tackle daryl into a hug⎯which the man pretended to hate, but that did nothing for the fondness in his eyes and scent⎯derek looked at his gathering pack. he loved them. he loved them so tenderly, so wholeheartedly, he could barely breathe around it. and he'd driven the camaro tonight, because it'd afforded him a private moment with jude, but he thought he'd might the right choice. he'd trade it in again, a hundred times over, just to have more space for all of them.
sipping from a thermos of steaming tea and drowning in clothes that did not belong to her at all, lydia paused, then pointed a manicured finger at him. "whose turn it is with the emotional support parents, by the way?"
"mine!" suzy declared, dropping down beside lydia. "i never get to sit next to derek and allison at these things. that's a hate crime. derek, come sit next to me."
"that's rich," danny said, leaning against theo. "especially considering you've gone on record to say that you don't need emotional support."
"record? what record? i know nothing about a record," suzy sniffed.
danny raised an eyebrow. "no? someone pull up the record, i need to make a point."
"don't you dare!" suzy glared and pointed a finger at him. "lesbophobe. i know what you are."
danny grinned at her.
dominic wandered out into the backyard a few moments later and paused. "oh, hey, who gets the emotional support dallison this time?"
"please don't get them started again," kira pleaded.
dominic scoffed. "okay, well, i'm staking a claim on liam," he decided, sitting down.
tara blinked at him. "really? liam? how is that your emotional support person?"
"first of all," liam said, "fuck you."
tara blew him a kiss.
"fuck you twice."
tara raised her eyebrows. "and your second point?"
liam considered it. "no, i think i'm good. fuck you, no notes."
dominic pointed at him. "see? this is why i call dibs on him. he is so funny."
"i'm literally being serious."
shaking his head, derek sat down, swaddled in their warmth and love, and waited for everyone else to come join them.
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toolonghere · 2 years ago
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Teen Wolf Movie
Yeah, so not unexpectedly, this movie is utter garbage. Like true rotting garbage. I am so mad that during promo they kept touting this as a love letter to the fans. This is not a love letter, it’s complete trash.
I’m sorry Jeff Davis didn’t realize while writing S1 that he wrote Derek Hale as the main character. That he made him interesting and likable, and that the audience instantly fell in love with him. I’m not sorry that his audience didn’t realize Scott was supposed to be the main character.
Derek had an interesting and mysterious backstory, he had amazing chemistry with Stiles, and he actually had a decent character arc.
The fact that the audience loved him more than who Jeff Davis intended and feels was the main character, does not mean he should have been treated this terribly.
Honestly, this movie is the worst trash I’ve ever seen. It forgot basic plot points of its own tv show, like the fact once Derek evolved he didn’t have blue eyes anymore. It introduced a new character and told us absolutely nothing about her. The entire plot made zero sense, I really mean zero sense. Mr. Harris coming back from the dead and having a vendetta against Scott was the dumbest shit. And honestly, Allison coming back from the dead, made no sense either.
The fact that Derek has a 15 year old child with absolutely no explanation as to with who is so weird. That Derek sacrifices himself also makes no sense. Like of all the people there Derek is the person with the least reason in this zero sense plot that should have sacrificed himself. And it is SO cruel, to have him die by fire after his whole family burned to death. There is just so much wrong here, I don’t think I have the words to describe it.
I will say this though, if Jeff Davis thinks killing off Derek Hale, and not having Stiles in the movie at all is going to stop Sterek fans from writing even more Sterek fic he is sorely mistaken. The Sheriff essentially says Derek had feelings for Stiles. He tows the jeep back when it broke down (he helps Stiles after Lydia dumped him), fixes the jeep up and keeps it running (he and Stiles are there for each other and rely on other). If that isn’t a metaphor, I don’t know what is. I predict so much Sterek fic written about them between the last we saw of them in the show and the movie. Also, Eli, basically filled in the comic relief Stiles used to supply (though definitely not as well as Dylan O’Brien), but to me that means Eli is so clearly influenced by Stiles’ sense of humor.
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sarahannmartin15 · 2 years ago
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Teen Wolf preference
How they asked you out
Derek : it was a normal training day for the Hale and McCall pack's. They where training together while you and Lydia were talking about college and how highschool is you know what sister's talk about when they catch up. So you had already been quite attracted to Derek but when he toke off his shirt and started doing pull ups it was just wow.
You could barely listen to anything Lydia said anymore so after training Derek asked you to stay back and everyone wolf whistle and cheer the boys knew about Derek's feelings for you so they knew you were in for it. " I really like you and I know it's wierd but I love your smile, hair, eyes and just everything about you so will you go on a date with me ?" He asked very flustered which was very sweet " of course I would love to!". You practicly screamed he was so happy and so where you. When you got home you told Lydia everything
Scott : you and Scott had been besties since the first day of 1st grade when Stiles introduced Scott to you. You and Scott bonded alot while growing up so it wasn't a huge thing for the girls in the pack to realise the way you and Scott would always sit together or when Scott gives you hugs you get all flustered so one the confronted you " we know you like Scott, and believe me girl before you denie it just letting you know that Scott fells the same way so either you get him or lose him like a puppy without a leash". Lydia spoke fast leaving you no time to speak to be honest you found the last part quite funny.
So the next day you and Scott were so nervous and awkward but later that day he built up the courage and asked you out you of course said yes like why wouldn't you he's been your crush since who knows when. Stiles wasn't to pleased to hear that his sister and best friend are going on a date but he pushed through it.
Stiles : as we all know Stiles is probably one of the most awkward yet confident boy in teen Wolf so basically you and Stiles where busy studying and Stiles kept stealing glances at you as you read through your notes. He finds it quite cute when you bite your bottom lip.
After what feels like an eternity he finally gets the balls to ask you out and it goes something like this "ynwillyougooutwithme" he said bearly giving you enough time to process what he just said once you realised "yes oh my gosh yes " if you think you said yes about 100 times you'd be right and that's how you and Stiles just ended up blushing the entire night
Isaac : Derek hated it when Isaac was around you because he knew that both you and Isaac like each other. One day Derek was out out of town so this was the perfect opportunity for Isaac to ask you out. You where sitting on the couch opposite Isaac you could feel his daze on you so while on your phone you couldn't help but smile eventually he walked up to you and asked why you where smiling " no reason, why do you keep looking at me?😉🤨" "No reason😏" you could feel your cheeks burn as he did his smirk. ' you know now is the time to ask her out buddy' the voice in Isaac's head told him
" okay so I've been wanting to ask you out but I was scared you brother was going to rip my throat out with his teeth" he said having a little chuckle at the end " ya he would...wait did you say you wanted to ask me out?" " Well yes" " I would love too now to keep this away from my brother"
Liam : After explaining the supernatural world to Liam you guys had been super close like you know Scott and Stiles close in season 1. One day the others went out to go and drink at a club obviously you two where underaged do you couldn't go so you guys stayed at the McCall house. Melissa was working a night shift so was Liam's dad. You two spent the day eating snacks, watching movies and overall just having fun.
You and Liam where just sitting on the couch when he asked you " do you prefer lacrosse or baseball" " lacrosse, why?" No reason, video games or homework" " video games" " Pepsi or coke?" " Pepsi" " brown eyes or blue eyes" " blue" you start realising what he's doing " blonde or brunette" " brunette" ( yes I believe Liam is a brunette) " will you go on a date with me yes or no" you where flabbergasted he actually did Liam freaking Dunbar asked you out" yes yes yes OMG I thought you'd never ask" " wait really" he asked "yes" you replied once you calmed down
Theo: you where once again walking in the forest like usual but then Theo showed up " you know I'm starting to get the feeling that you're following me" you said rather calmly " me following you Nah never" " are you sure" you played with him " yes I'm sure" " okay". You two proceeded to walk. Now Theo an't the type to hint that he likes you he will literally come up too you and ask you out do that's what he did tonight.
" I really like you and I would like to take you on a date" he said with a smile only you had ever seen" well you're in luck Mr Raeken because I like you two and I would love to go on a date with you" " okay tomorrow night 7:30" he said while still smiling" now to hid this away from Stiles is going to be a problem" she said " why??🤨" Theo asked " because he forbids me to see you" " but do you listen😏" " well no" " I knew you thought I was irresistible" " oh don't flatter yourself 😑" " don't worry I won't" "okay I've got to get going bye" you said as your phoned pinged it was Stiles " okay bye "
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korradoras · 2 years ago
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TOP SHIPS OF ALL TIME:
this is in no order but it will be numbered for my sanity.
1. slexie - mark and lexie/greys anatomy
• i am so attached to this ship, i have never sobbed so hard an my life than when i first watched the season 8 finale/season 9 premiere of greys anatomy. i still rewatch only their seasons quite often.
2. catradora - catra and adora/SPOP
• ultimate comfort ship, i rewatch she ra whenever i am going through it. i first watched it when i was 15 and i still watch it for comfort. 15 is a nostalgic age for me, she ra reminds me of what it was like before anxiety. 😩
3. korrasami - korra and asami/LOK
• another comfort ship, comfort show, etc. lok and avatar are more shows i watched when i was 15, when the pandemic hit i was almost 16. i was locked up in my room, no school, no going out, no friends. i had a basement room with a couch and a huge tv, i spent MANY weeks watching netflix on that couch and the feeling was immaculate. i rewatch the atlau shows VERY often.
4. bellarke - bellamy and clarke/the 100
• once again another comfort show, i rewatch the 100 annually and have been watching it since season 4 came out. my dad started watching it, then my mom, then my sister. it became a show we watched all together, and i had a little ritual when it came to new seasons. i am an impatient person in some ways more than others, i do not have the patience to maintain interest when watching episodes weekly but i have no issue waiting for the whole season to be out. so every year as the episodes came out, i ignored them. when they all hit netflix, i would binge. however, for season 7 of the 100 i waited 2 years. i think i was procrastinating letting it end. bellarke was THE slowburn. i was so sure they would end up together, in a way im glad they didn't, but i loved them so much. i cannot describe the way that i feel when watching them and this show.
5. clexa - clarke and lexa/the 100
• GAY SLOWBURN. y'all i have so many fics i read consistently about clexa. i have like 3 on shuffle that i've read 10 times minimum. i cry like a bitch every time i rewatch s2-3 of the 100.
6. avatrice - ava and beatrice/warrior nun
• so i had heard a lot and seen a lot about this show before i actually watched it, which was actually in january of this year, several months after the 2nd (and final 🥲) season came out. i QUICKLY fell in love w both avatrice and ava/beatrice as individuals. i also read a lot of avatrice fics and cry thinking abt it being cancelled 😭
7. stydia - stiles and lydia/teen wolf
• BEST SLOWBURN OF ALL TIMEEE. it's weird to think teen wolf ended SIX years ago, this is another show i rewatch annually and what's funny is when i was 12 watching this show i did not care for stydia. i liked scott's relationships with allison and kira, never paid much attention to stiles and lydia until i was 16/17 and i rewatched and realized that they are AMAZING.
8. sameena - sam and deena/fear street
• MORE ANNUAL REWATCH SERIES. i LOVE LOVE LOVE these movies, and when i say sam and deena i am also including sarah and hannah. ex's/enemies to lovers in HORROR? forbidden love? sapphics? say less.
9. glaggie - glenn and maggie/twd
• so this was my first ship ever. started watching this when i was 11, i watched it over and over and over, i read the first 3 compendiums of the comics, then season 7 rolled around, i watched three first episode live then never watched another episode last season 6 again.
10. delena - damon and elena/tvd
• honestly they sort of give me the ick now but 12 year old me ATE that shit up, would also like to add they were my sexual awakening. i remember watching one of their spicy scenes and feeling a little funny 🥴
11. wayhaught - waverly and nicole/wynonna earp
• hottest ship ever. i fucking love them and i still need to watch the most reason season which is not that recent.
12. (honorable mention) camren - camila and lauren/5h
• camren gets only an honorable mention bc i don't ship them anymore, but they were MY gay awakening. when i was 13 i discovered fifth harmony and, naturally, i discovered ✨camren fanfiction✨ i literally did not know i was gay until i started reading fics about them. it just clicked when i felt more reading than i ever had for real life boys. :) anyways i don't support shipping real people anymore at my ripe age of 18.
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rongasm · 2 years ago
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I HIGHLY doubt this will ever ever happen…but.
If they ever did another movie, I think it would be a damn shame not to focus on what’s happening to Lydia’s banshee powers. I’d like to think Stiles was just shell shocked when she ended things and just dove into work. I’m curious if he knew the real reason why she left. His dad said “he’s putting out his own fires” and my Stydia heart took that as Stiles obsessively trying to find a way to get back with Lydia. Whether he did or not, I think after he hears what happened with Allison, I think Stiles would return with new determination to get Lydia to “see.” I want Stiles to refuse Lydia leaving him and just diving into Banshee research to try and prove that the dream is really a dream…or that the dream is a premonition and he’s like “Fine. Okay. I’ll just never drive again, but I refuse to not be with you.” Lydia can attempt to stay away, but Stiles just can’t let it happen.
Also, it really bothered me that JACKSON knew 1) Why Lydia refused to use her banshee powers and 2) Why Lydia left Stiles, but SCOTT seemed super on the dark??? Like, Scott, are you even still friends with Stiles?
Granted, I think all of us are a bit biased because of our love for Lydia, but deadass her powers, character development, and journey are the most interesting, right up there with Scott’s. And in the movie, it seems to me like she probably also had the most interesting journey, and we’re out here making her the smallest on the posters and even excluding her from some of the main promotional posters?? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE. her powers are so cool, man, I hope they focus more on them but I know they never will because they’re lazy shits.
Anyway, I think she lied to him about why she left, but didn’t lie to Scott because he would’ve seen through it, and then purposefully been like “Scott, go be there for Stiles” and therefore maybe she and Scott fell out of touch a bit.
Once again, this is me trying to retcon what Jeff did, I’m not saying this is what I believe would happen or would head canon myself.
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my-random-ocs · 2 months ago
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Teen Wolf OCs
A-E | F-M | N-Z
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Name: Nantosuelta ‘Ella’ Deaton
Story: Battle Scars
Faceclaim: Sarah Jeffery
Species: Druid
Love Interest: Stiles Stilinski
Summary: Ella was happy with her life. She lived with her parents in Connecticut, she had friends, did well in school, and was starring in a play in her theater camp. Then it all fell apart when she was eight-years-old. After losing her parents, and gaining vivid scars, to what the local police ruled a ‘bear attack’, Ella is moving across the country to live with her uncle in California. But she adapted. She made friends with her neighbor Lydia Martin, became class president in middle school, and made head cheerleader in high school. But when her uncle’s assistant gets bitten by a werewolf – something he sucks at keeping a secret, BTW – Ella’s life is about to change again.
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Name: Nicolette ‘Nico’ Grosvenor
Story: Blood in the Water
Faceclaim: Madelaine Petsch
Species: Hunter
Love Interest: Isaac Lahey
Summary: Her whole life, Nico wanted to know her father’s family. She heard stories about him growing up with his sister, Victoria. Nico longed for that kind of connection. She didn’t know if her father knew this, but sometimes she looked the Argents up on Facebook, just to see what they were up to. Her aunt and uncle didn’t have much on their pages, but her cousin posted events at each school she went to, how she decorated her bedroom at each new house. It wasn’t much, but it was all Nico had to go on. But when her father gives her a choice between staying in Maine or going to Beacon Hills to find her uncle and cousin, Nico chooses the latter. She thought that… well, not that it was going to be all rainbows and unicorns, but that it would be good. Her and Allison would finally get to know each other, her family would get over its weird feud, and Nico would graduate high school with actual friends. And then crows attack her first period English class, and those expectations wash slowly down the drain.
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Name: Marguerite Ninette ‘Nina’ Argent
Story: Hurricane Child
Faceclaim: Katherine McNamara
Species: Hunter-REDACTED hybrid
Love Interest: Isaac Lahey
Summary:
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Name: Parker Flanagan
Story: By Any Other Name
Faceclaim: Emma Dumont
Species: Hunter turned werewolf
Love Interest: Allison Argent, Malia Tate
Summary:
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Name: Penelope Eastman
Story: Full of Life
Faceclaim: Kaya Scodelario
Species: Born werewolf
Love Interest: Scott McCall
Summary: When a group of hunters raided her house when she was twelve, killing most of her family, Penelope became the alpha and the last surviving member of the Eastman pack. She was taken in by her human aunt in Beacon Hills, and tried to live a normal life. Until her surrogate older brother breaks into her house and says he needs her help fighting the new alpha. She meets Scott, the new beta who really has no idea what he’s doing and Stiles, Scott’s human best friend who is trying his best to help, but most of his sources are from the Vampire Diaries websites. That’s when Penelope gives up on ever having a normal life.
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Name: Persephone ‘Percy’ Reynolds West
Story: A Million Choices
Faceclaim: Sofia Wylie
Species: Human, eventual chimera
Love Interest: Liam Dunbar
Summary: Percy wasn’t like her foster siblings, she had no relations to the supernatural. Her sister Josie was a werewolf, her brother Kaleb, though a human, was born into a family of werewolves. Percy, however, was not. And so she couldn’t understand why, when he died, her birth father sent her to live with Grace Reynolds, Josie’s human aunt. There was no reason to. Her father barely knew Grace. But when she starts high school, Percy starts to understand that reason.
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Name: Phoebe Finstock Mori
Story: Seeds to Forests
Faceclaim: Kaylee Bryant
Species: Seer
Love Interest: Ben Greenberg
Summary: Being raised by Bobby Finstock was probably the best thing Phoebe could have asked for. Her mom had been best friends with Bobby growing up, and after Lisa lost custody when Phoebe was ten, there was no question about what would happen to her. Bobby had never really thought of himself as a father, but he loved that little girl like his own, and he was determined to do right by her. And he did. He made sure she did well in school, had friends, and yes, played lacrosse. Phoebe was happy in the quaint, almost boring, town of Beacon Hills. And so, of course she was surprised when a dead body showed up in the woods – way out of character for the monotonous town. But what Phoebe didn’t expect was for that body to lead to a million other things – werewolves, hunters, and whatever the hell Phoebe was.
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Name: Piper Marinos
Story: Wild, Water, Home
Faceclaim: Auli’i Cravalho
Species: Siren
Summary:
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Name: Martyna Polly Stilinski
Story: To Be Human
Faceclaim: Lily James
Species: Human
Love Interest: Derek Hale
Summary: Stiles knew that he had the coolest big sister in the world. Polly was a talented singer/songwriter, a mythology nut, she never minded helping him and Scott train for lacrosse – even if they weren’t very good –, and she would do anything for her brothers. And Stiles knew that most siblings lose touch when the older one goes to college, but Polly made it a point to make it like she had never left Beacon Hills. So, when Scott gets bitten by a werewolf, Stiles knows just who to call.
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Name: Riley Bettcher
Story: Golden Moon
Faceclaim: Meg Donnelly
Species: REDACTED
Love Interest: Liam Dunbar
Summary: Learning that her family was dead was probably the worst moment of Riley’s life. Before that was normal. She lived with her dad and sister in Beacon Hills, went to Beacon Hills High School, just joined the cheer squad. Her life was perfect. But it all came crumbling down—literally—when she barely escaped a fire that killed her dad and sister. And somehow, during her stay at the hospital, she caught the eye of junior lacrosse player Scott McCall and his friends. And then suddenly, she was moving in with Scott and his mother, and learned that the supernatural was real. Next thing she knew, her very human name showed up on a supernatural hit list, and she was unraveling secrets about her family she couldn’t imagine. And then there was Liam Dunbar, the other newbie to the McCall pack, who somehow made her life a little brighter.
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Name: Rosaline ‘Rose’ Argent-Gaumond
Story: Something New
Faceclaim: Sabrina Carpenter
Species: Hunter-protector hybrid
Love Interest: Liam Dunbar
Summary: When Claire Argent married Nathaniel Gaumond, she was disowned by her family. The Gaumonds protected the supernatural, instead of hunted it, like the Argents. Despite the estrangement of her family, Claire lived happily with Nathaniel, and they had their own family. However, this is not Claire’s story.
Rose Gaumond always described her parents as Romeo and Juliet; a love story that no one planned. She thought that the happily ever after her parents got, however, would set them apart from the star crossed lovers. Then her dad dies, and she, her mom, and her sister moved across the country to live in Beacon Hills. Two years later, her sister’s friend gets bitten by a werewolf, and Ronnie would love to help out- if only her whole family would stop being so protective.
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Name: Rosaline ‘Rose’ Argent-Gaumond
Series: Treacherous
Story: Silver and Gold
Faceclaim: Sabrina Carpenter
Summary:
*my Arrowverse crossover AU
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Name: Rosaline ‘Rose’ Argent-Gaumond
Series: Treacherous
Story: Peace
Fandom: Arrow, the Flash
Faceclaim: Candice King
Love Interest: Barry Allen
Summary: The war was over. After almost five long years, Rose couldn’t believe it. Craving a fresh start, Rose and her friends moved to Central City. They got jobs, attended university. Slowly but surely, they settled into their new lives. Until Edward Jacobson comes to the surface, starting his reign of terror by killing one of their own. Struggling with finding Jacobson, Rose turns to the Streak and her new friend Barry Allen, not realizing they are one in the same. Soon, Central City fills with people with powers Rose has never seen, people Barry calls metahumans. Rose was born a protector, spent years protecting Beacon Hills and the people in it. It was habit, almost, for her to protect Central City, too. But she has her own pack to protect, and fighting metahumans, and Barry Allen, cannot distract her from the beginnings of a new war.
*my Arrowverse crossover AU
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Name: Sabrina Seymour
Series: A Hero’s Journey
Story: Tragedy
Faceclaim: Joey King
Species: Human to chimera
Summary:
*my Arrowverse crossover AU
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Name: Sabrina Stilinski Seymour
Series: A Hero’s Journey
Story: The Hard Way
Fandom: The Flash
Faceclaim: Sophia Bush
Species: Chimera
Love Interest: Barry Allen
Summary:
*my Arrowverse crossover AU
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Name: Sara McCall
Story: Sky Comes Falling Down
Faceclaim: Emeraude Toubia
Species: REDACTED
Love Interest: Stiles Stilinski
Summary: Sara and Scott McCall grew up as best friends. They loved each other more than anything in the world. They were survivors. They survived their father’s alcoholism. They survived their parents divorce. They survived being less than popular in high school. But now Scott is pulling away from Sara for the first time, keeping secrets. But they’ll survive that, too, Sara knows it. The McCall twins have been able to survive everything else in life so far, and even with werewolves, hunters, and family secrets thrown into the mix, Sara figures if the McCall twins can get through this, they can get through anything.
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Name: Serafina ‘Sera’ Stilinski Baro
Story: To Be Alive
Faceclaim: Sofia Carson
Species: REDACTED
Love Interest: Scott McCall
Summary: Sera didn’t remember much about the fire that burned down her family home. She only remembered the heat, and the smoke around her, and somehow finding her way outside, where she passed out and eventually awoke in the hospital. She remembered the doctors saying it was a miracle Sera didn’t suffer any burns, or even have smoke inhalation. She remembered learning her parents were dead, and moving in with her godmother, Claudia Stilinski. That was it. Or so everyone thought. There was one more thing Sera remembered: a woman, maybe in her twenties, standing in the shadows of the trees. No one else saw her, but Sera did. She never told the police about her, afraid she would come after Sera and finish the job. And she wasn’t totally sure there even was a woman there. After all, like was said, no one saw her in the woods behind Sera’s house. And she could have gone her whole life thinking that woman was a figment of her imagination if she didn’t see her standing in her new best friend’s house.
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Name: Sophie Morris Theron
Story: Legacy
Faceclaim: Sadie Sink
Species: Hunter
Love Interest: Liam Dunbar
Summary:
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Name: Estera Star Stilinski
Story: Nebulas
Faceclaim: Ariel Winter
Species: Human turned werewolf
Love Interest: Liam Dunbar
Summary:
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Name: Stella Hall
Story: Constellations
Faceclaim: Virginia Gardner
Species: REDACTED
Love Interest: Stiles Stilinski
Summary: Stella loved her family, she really did, she just didn’t advertise her family tree to everyone. Instead, she pretended to be the perfect orphaned church girl her classmates thought she was, raised by her grandparents in small town Beacon Hills. Yes, maybe it was lonely not having many friends, not being able to actually talk about her feelings, but she kept up the image. And Stella could have kept the image up for longer if she hadn’t forgotten her history notes in her locker while a supposed serial killer had her and her classmates trapped in the school.
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Name: Theresa ‘Tess’ Lowell
Story: Anchors
Faceclaim: Danielle Rose Russell
Species: Born werewolf
Love Interest: Scott McCall
Summary: Tess knew that werewolf packs adopting orphaned werewolf children wasn’t uncommon, she just never thought it would happen to her. But there she was, seven-years-old, hiding in the woods, and scared out of her mind. Peter Hale found her hiding in a cave, brought her home, and Tess was adopted by Talia Hale. She had a normal life, and it was almost happy, until a fire set by hunters killed most of her new family. She and one of her sisters ran, and landed in South America. Six years later, Tess and Cora hear about one of the great Hales, building a pack. They travel back to Beacon Hills, and end up getting kidnapped by a pack of alpha werewolves. This is bad enough. It was made even worse when Tess finds that one of the alphas was the wolf who killed her family.
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Name: Vivian Byrne
Story: Blackbird Fly
Faceclaim: Jenny Boyd
Species: Banshee
Love Interest: Stiles Stilinski
Summary: Vivian Byrne didn’t have a lot in life. After the accident, her brother moved them both to Beacon Hills, to be closer to Griffin and Vivian’s godfather, Noah Stilinksi. Despite what had happened, Vivian is happy. She is reunited with her best friend Stiles, she is going to a school where no one knows her – or her family –, and she even discovers werewolves are real. Oh, yeah, Vivian’s eight-year-old self is definitely fangirling about that. But knowing the truth about the weirder side of the world isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. And now Vivian is experiencing things like werewolves, hunters, and almost dying every time she leaves the house. But hey, that’s just Beacon Hills.
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Name: William Grosvenor
Story: Blood in the Water
Faceclaim: Ryan Reynolds
Species: Hunter
Love Interest: Melissa McCall
Summary: Victoria and William Grosvenor had grown up wonderful siblings. They were twins, and knew each other like the back of their hand. Until Victoria met Christopher Argent, and actually married him. To say their father was angry was an understatement, and he forced his daughter to choose: love or blood? When Victoria became an Argent, she gave up being a Grosvenor, which meant giving up her twin brother, and eventually, giving up her niece. But even after twenty years, William was still heartbroken when he received word his sister was dead, that she was bitten by a werewolf and killed herself. He decided enough was enough, and decided that he wanted to know what little family he had left. What he didn’t expect was a werewolf/druid war, or for an old friend’s son to be caught in the middle of it all.
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Name: Ximena Calavera
Story: Wolves and Fire
Faceclaim: Camila Mendes
Species: Hunter turned werewolf
Love Interest: Scott McCall
Summary: When Ximena was a little girl, her favorite place to be was at her abuelita’s club. Not on the dance floor – Araya never would have allowed the elementary schooler to dance with the clubbers – but in her office, where the real fun took place. Ximena grew up hearing stories from Araya. Not fairytales; no, Ximena thought fairytales to be a silly thing compared to the stories of her family’s history. The young girl was in awe of her family, and vowed to one day follow their code and hunt werewolves just like them. Until one day she went out on a mission with her father and grandmother and was bitten by a werewolf. Thirteen, alone, and scared, Ximena refused to stay in the Calavera’s so-called ‘custody’. So she ran, all the way to Beacon Hills. Three years later, Derek Hale comes knocking on her door. There’s an alpha pack in town, and one of the members? The alpha who bit Ximena.
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Name: Zella Hale
Story: Girls and Monsters
Faceclaim: Katie Douglas
Species: Human
Summary:
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whitedahlia13 · 6 months ago
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He shrugged. “I require very little sleep to function.”
She remembers thinking that his dismissive answer was going to be the lead-in to a joke. But instead, he looked her in the eyes and added, “Anyway, I’d rather be with you.”
She wanted to say, So would I, but the words got smothered by the fabric of a yellow, grey, and teal hoodie when Stiles slid both arms around her and hugged her tightly.
Lydia swears that hug had healing powers. It was everything she needed – full of warmth and reassurance, uniquely capable of silencing the doubts that had been rattling her nerves all evening. It was a hug so encompassing that she could think of nothing but how good it felt. A hug so perfect, she never wanted it to end.
She remembers the serenity of that moment, the way her love for Stiles swirled and then settled inside like the flurries in a snow globe. She let herself enjoy every precious second of it. She closed her eyes and breathed him in, and when she heard his contented hum, she thought maybe she was healing him too.
Read more: ao3 & ffnet
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skyofstorms · 2 years ago
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Stiles Stilinski | Request Muse
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Age: 18
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Species: Druid
Pronouns: He/Him
Romance: Bisexual
Face Claim: Dylan O'Brien
About:
Stiles is the only child of the Beacon County Sheriff, and best friend to Scott McCall. He's always been a kind an playful kid, growing up in Beacon Hills and becoming (and staying) best friends with Scott, who over the years has become more of a brother to him than anything. Although he never personally knew the Hale family, he cried when he discovered the family had been killed. A small part of this was because at the time, the nine year old knew his mother, Claudia was sick. It was during a doctor's visit that he briefly met Laura and Derek in the cafeteria with his dad. After that day, he didn't see either of the two again, and two years later, when his mother died, he was too hurt to remember he'd ever even seen the siblings. During her fight, he had kept his hair basically shaved to support her and in his grief, he could never bring himself to let her go entirely by letting it grow out. His dad cooed by drinking, and it got out of hand to the point Stiles, only barely a teenager, was taking care of the bills and cooking while attending school. When Scott's mom stepped in and helped his dad get sober, Stiles felt a great relief in no longer having to run the house and go to school.
When their sophomore year began, Stiles overheard a call on his dad's police scanner about a body and decided he'd drag Scott out for a late night adventure. The result was Scott's being turned and the chaotic life of a human among the supernatural began for Stiles. While he helped Scott, he had a few encounters with Derek that led him to not like the older male, partially because he felt like Derek hated him for some reason. Once they discovered who the alpha was that turned Scott, Stiles helped kill Peter and found a little relief since the man had attacked and bitten Lydia, who was somehow immune to the bite. The next semester would be a little harder, since Scott and Allison were secretly seeing each other, Derek was making a willing pack of his own. The issue with the kanima had Stiles feeling useless on more than one occasion, but when all was said and done, he was present for the resolution of Jackson finally being turned into a wolf. When Erica and Boyd were kidnapped, Stiles decided that since Scott was working so.much, he could help locate them, and spent much of the summer helping Derek, Isaac and (although he didn't like it) Peter try to find the missing betas.
It was during this particular summer that Stiles (although he'll try to deny it) actually fell for Derek. He was unaware of when he'd begun enjoying spend time with the wolf, but it happened and Stiles felt like an idiot for loving someone who hated him. However, it was a conversation with Derek that convinced Stiles to let his hair grow. He'd commented about needing his hair cut and when asked about it, Stiles explained it was the only way he kept his mom close to him anymore. When Derek told him he didn't need to do that in order to keep his mom close, Stiles couldn't help but remember that initial brief meeting at the hospital the day of the fire and realizing that Derek didn't just have his mom, but all of his family that was killed to remember. Weeks later, the alpha pack and darach showed up and Stiles found the semi-peaceful life he'd had over the summer was over, and in the end he had to almost die to help end the power struggle and war between the two clashing forces. However, the effect of it was his becoming possessed. While being controlled by the void fox, a nogitsune, Stiles caused chaos, havoc l, nearly wiped out the small town he'd grown up in. The thing he hates most about the possession was kissing a girl he didn't even know because the fox was in control of his body. He tries not to think of that kiss, glad the fox hadn't gone further than that, knowing it was purposely toying with his feelings for Derek by doing so. It was by the sheer force of will and help of his pack of friends that Stiles overcame the power and will of the fox and became able to be himself again. Despite being just human, Stiles bears much of the guilt from his possession as his own and his nightmares make it hard to get a decent night's sleep. But there's power breaking the surface, the spark that drew the nogitsune to Stiles has been lit and is waking up for the first time.
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capnsaveahoe · 7 months ago
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Four Fictional Crushes:
Tagged by the lovely @belleyousra gracias 😘
There’s so many character out there, but these are probably my favorites so far. Plus one or two extras. 😂 The first two are my main guys. Everyone else is in no particular order.
Klaus Mikaelson
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Just by this quote alone, nothing else needs to be said.
Stiles Stilinski
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This quote…nuff said. 🥹 His “Lydia, i’ve been in love with you since the 3rd grade. And, I know, that somewhere inside that cold lifeless exterior, there’s an actual human soul. And, i’m also pretty sure that i’m the only one who knows how smart you really are. And, that once you’re done pretending to be a nitwit, you’ll eventually go off and write some insane mathematical theorem that wins you the nobel prize. “
Eddie Munson
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“I mean, look at us. We are not heroes.” Oh, baby, but you were. You totally were. I fell in love with Eddie because he reminds me to not care about what others may think, and to just be yourself. Plus, he’s a D&D dungeon master—what’s not to 💜?
Frank Castle
Jaysussss, take the wheel and don’t give it back🫠 Frankie boi is 👩🏻‍🍳💋 this quote is everything to me “You have everything. So, hold on to it. Use two hands and never let it go.” He’s a little murdery, but what can you do. 🤷🏻‍♀️
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One more…
Tommy Shelby
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This man has no bounds, and I’m for whatever reason so attracted to him. It’s not even funny. The looks, the ambition, the ruthlessness, the intelligence…I can go on. 🔥
Okay, I lied, one more:
Enzo St. John
“Know this, love. I will never stop fighting. I will brave the oceans and sail past the sirens to find my way back to you.” You died too soon, my heart. He deserved sooo much more. The accent, the looks, the dimples—what’s not to love?
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It’s safe to say that, I have a type. 🥸 Men who love a bit of craziness, mischief, murder, loyalty, and a strong sassy woman who takes no shit. Idk what that says about me…but I love it for me. 🥰
What about y’all?… @evilcare @rosedforbes @julyzaa
Four Fictional Crushes
Tagged by the sweet @idreamofspring1 thank you 🤍
I’m gonna keep it to american tv series, otherwise I will end up with more than a hundred crushes if I added k-dramas and mangas lmao. I don’t know if there’s a pattern here but LET’S GO
1. Klaus Mikaelson (The Vampire Diaries)
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I’ve never simped so hard for a man in my entire life, that’s all there is to say. He’s on top by far. I want to hold this mf bastard tight and never let him go. I have way too much things to say about him and it would deserve a HUNDRED posts. I just love him.
2. Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)
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I have a MASSIVE crush on him. I mean, a hot man baby-sitting a group of little shitheads? my weakness. I love the way he cares about them and his glow up is one of the best i’ve ever seen in a TV series. He went from a bastard to a literal green flag.
3. Michael Scofield (Prison Break)
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He was my first TV show crush and he will forever make my heart flutter, he’s so precious AND a smart badass. His sensitivity, the way he hates hurting people but the context he’s in forces him to, and how he absorbs feelings surrounding him makes his character so intense.
4. JJ Maybank (Outer Banks)
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I have a thing for broken characters, characters with daddy issues, and characters who’d do anything for their loved ones. JJ is all of that and he’s still such a little ray of sunshine. He deserves the world and makes my heart melt every time 🥹
This was so fun 🤍 tagging: @capnsaveahoe @chanyeollic @evilcare @lovelyandproblematic if you guys want to play and anyone else who’d like to join! No pressure!
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houseofperfecttaste · 2 years ago
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Scott McCall - Games
Warning: Smut
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My friends and I were at Lydias house for a party of course and there were tons of people filling her living room, kitchen, and her backyard. My eyes fixed on a dark brown haired boy otherwise known as Scott McCall. Scott and I were best friends a little more than friends but only the sexual part of it. I wanted to be more, so much more but I knew Scott would never.
I was leaning against the kitchen island sipping my drink while my eyes were scanning the living room and I saw Scott being grinded on by some chick while he was kissing her neck while making direct eye contact with me. I felt my blood boil and I let out a low growl hating the sight in front of me. Scott smirked and winked at me knowing I was mad. He was feeding off my anger absolutely loving it.
"Okay Scottie two can play at this game.....and I play better." I whispered seductively knowing Scott could hear me. I walked over to where Stiles was sitting and sat right next to him practically on top of him and grabbed his hand and placed it on my thigh. I kissed his cheek then slowly kissed down his jaw to his neck nipping and biting on his soft skin. I heard his breath hitch and I smirked standing up grabbing his hand and leading him to where everyone was dancing. I stood in front of him wrapping my arms around his neck and leaned up to whisper in his ear.
"I see that you're turned on Stiles, what do you wanna do to me huh?" I whispered Scott listening in on the conversation and his eyes flashing red not liking you all over his best friend at all.
"I want to touch you, god I want to fucking touch you everywhere." Stiles breathed out and I spun around so my ass is against his crotch and I moved my hips against him. No one knew about Scott and I so Stiles had no reason to move away or stop this. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my tits and I moaned quietly as he squeezed them and kissed my neck leaving little marks. I reached behind me and tangled my fingers in his hair tugging slightly. Stiles's hands wandered up and down my body and I could feel him getting harder the more he touched me.
I looked over at Scott and the girl was kissing his neck but he was paying no attention to her as his eyes were locked on mine. I felt Stiles breath tickle my neck and I looked up at him and he was looking at Scott putting two and two together and Stiles smirked leaning down to my ear.
"Wanna make him real mad?" Stiles smirked spinning me around pulling me closer to him and smashing his lips on mine sliding his hands to my ass giving it a squeeze. His tongue slipped in my mouth and I placed my hands on his chest feeling his torso. I pulled away resting my forehead against his both of our breathing heavy. I felt a tug on my arm pulling me away from Stiles and I knew it was McCall and that he had had enough. He guided me upstairs pushing me into an empty room pushing me on the bed.
"God you're going to regret that" Scott growled at me his eyes devouring my body and he slid my pants down my legs and ripped my shirt off leaving me in my matching lingerie. Scott licked his lips leaning down to kiss me all over my body and he nipped at the skin. He was looking at my neck with an angry look on his face because his best friends mark was on me. Scott pulled his pants down aligning himself with my entrance and plunging into me. I screamed out in pleasure as Scott was slamming into me. He smacked me across the face and covered my mouth with his hand so I wouldn't make a sound. I lifted my legs up higher and his head fell slightly as he breathed slowly taking a quick break so he wouldn't finish so quickly.
"I'm sure that Stiles wouldn't need a break, he would just want to fuck me" I sighed wanting to test his anger and I was met with glowing red eyes once again as Scott reached out and started choking me pounding into me harder than he ever has before. I arched my back moaning out Scott's name over and over again and my mouth formed an O shape as Scott hit my g spot repeatedly.
"You think it was cute to be all over my best friend? I'm going to make sure that you know you're mine. All mine." I smirked at Scott's words his eyes still red turning me on more than ever seeing his alpha side. He demanded me to get on all 4s and I obeyed sticking my ass out at him and I felt a hard smack and another and another. I gripped the bed sheets as I felt Scott's huge cock teasing me and when I least expected it he slammed into me causing me to jolt forward and Scott placed his hands on my waist pulling me back and I screamed in pleasure as I felt his whole length in me filling me up.
"I'm gonna cum" I managed to breath out as my eyes were screwed shut the sensation being too much for me handle as I came and Scott's pace quickened before slowing down signaling he was releasing as well. He pulled out and laid next to me tucking a strand of hair behind my ear looking into my eyes. "You're fucking mine." Scott growled pulling me close to him shoving his tongue in my mouth making me moan quietly and Scott smiled pulling away and helping me get dressed.
"All yours." I smiled pushing him away from me and getting on my knees for him kissing his tip before wrapping my lips around him taking him whole in my mouth making him tremble slightly. "Holy fuck Y/N." He moaned and I pushed him down so he was sitting on the bed and I climbed on top of him aligning myself with his tip sinking down on his length moaning at how he stretched me out. I started bouncing on him my tits bouncing up and down and he was in a trance as he watched them bounce in his face. "God you're perfect." Scotts hands were roaming all over my body grabbing at my skin and leaving marks everywhere possible.
"Scottttttt." I screamed throwing my head back in pleasure as he kissed my throat. "Cum on my cock baby." That's all it took for me to release all over his length as he thrusted into me helping me through my orgasm and him releasing into me. My head fell to the crook of his neck gaining my breath and leaving light kisses on his shoulder before going to his neck leaving dark red hickeys on his neck. "Now that whore will know you're taken." I giggled kissing his lips and hopping off of him as we both got dressed and headed back downstairs. The girl that Scott was dancing with earlier was walking towards us and I smirked grabbing his face smashing my lips to his and his hands slid down to my ass grabbing it and slapping it. I pulled away slightly and smiled at the girl as she rolled her eyes and walked away.
"No more games?" I asked Scott to make sure.
"None, I'm yours and you're mine."
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unadulterated-syd · 2 years ago
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warnings; mentions of Stiles' mom (deceased)
synopsis; reader comforts Stiles' after what he sees at Lydia's party.
a/n; i haven't watched teen wolf in like a year and a half, so this may not be super accurate but i miss stiles and lack the time to rewatch :(
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You stood beside him at the party, watching his silent freak out. His eyes were trained to someone who wasn't there, a piece of his mind haunting him whilst you stood idly besides him.
His eyes broke from whatever was bothering him and fell on you. The tears in his eyes nearly broke you in an instant. What could have possibly gone this wrong, what was he seeing that you weren't?
Teen minutes ago you were drinking and watching him from afar. You had no idea why you were at Lydia's party anymore, she'd far from ever spared you a glance. Suppose everyone was avoiding her now, she was lucky to have Stiles to put this together.
But now the origins didn't seem to matter, he needed to leave. You could see that much by just looking at him. "Did you..?" He looked at you, eyes glancing between you and the empty space in front of him.
You tilted your head, confused by his question, "Nothing's there, Stilinski. Just a bunch of drunks." He seemed to shaken up to reprocess your response. Even if you had seen whatever he'd seen, you reckon it wouldn't change a thing.
"Let me drive you home, you look like you've seen a ghost." You told him, setting your own drink down on one of the outside tables. Not like you had to clean it up anyway. "No, no... I can drive. Have fun." He began his chase to his jeep, though you followed.
You grabbed his arm after you'd finally caught up, the two of you in the driveway by now. "Stiles knock it off, I wouldn't have fun if I knew I let you go home like this. What's wrong? Talk to me." You reasoned with the teen in front of you.
It was like a switch flipped in him, you'd been there when his mom died. Every up and down you had been the one to follow after him, look after him. He felt like shit, and somewhere deep down he knew you were the only one who would understand that. The only one who hadn't learned werewolves were everywhere, now after Scott and he. You were the only one that saw his problems as worthy.
He still couldn't bring himself to tell you, he just handed over his keys and found himself in the passenger seat. You groaned at his will to stay silent but appreciated the idea of trust. He didn't want anyone with him, yet he trusted you to drive him home. Even if you were drunk.
And so you drove, the radio low and the moon high. As he looked out the window, some Katy Perry party song hung in the air. Driving past the Sheriff's office, you quickly realized Noah Stilinski wasn't there, meaning he was home. "You want to stay at mine? Your dad's home, he'll probably find us out." You offered quietly.
He seemed to freeze up at the mention of his dad but nodded, agreeing to the favorable choice; your house.
You pulled in, and parked the old Jeep, looking at Stiles again. Who knew what your next move was, he was rarely ever like this. Upset, quiet, two words you rarely associated with him. One could say he never shut-up, though it flattered him well. His nervous rambling always made you feel better.
You looked down at your hands, before letting out a breath and opening the driver's side door. "It was my dad. He told me I killed my mom. That it was my fault." He told you nervously, stopping you from going any further.
You looked at him, slowly shutting the door and you once more tilted your head. "And you believe that?" You whispered the question, scared you may shatter him if you talked any louder. "I guess. A little. He made sense when he said it, y'know."
You heard the sniff as he rubbed his nose, his eyes miraculously dry still. "He'd never say that to you, Stiles. Your brain'll be the death of you if you keep listening to it." You paused, putting a hand on his forearm, "She loved you more than anything, goofball. I just wish she were here to tell you that herself."
But, before he could continue to dwell on that fact, you cut him off. "Let's go inside. I can show you all the embarrassing photos she used to show me. " You teased, watching his face light up as he groaned at the idea.
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