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Scott: Don't let your boyfriend Stiles distract you.
Derek: Stiles and I aren't dating.
Stiles: We aren't? Then what about the movie nights, the late night dinners, the amazing sex, the...
Derek: Wait, are we dating?
Isaac: Good thing you realized it cause you were about to miss your anniversary.
#teen wolf#stiles stilinski#derek hale#sterek#derek x stiles#stiles x derek#idiots in love#scott mccall#scott x stiles friendship#isaac lahey#Derek's pack#i can actually believe derek wouldn't realize they were dating for a year#he is not dumb#he was just distracted#by stiles mostly
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Man the parallels really hurting tonight. Something about the way these scenes were shot really drive that home for me.
If I could more eloquently describe this parallel I would by instead yall get this. I had to think this though now so do all of you.
#stiles stilinski#scott mccall#teen wolf#scott and stiles#them#this is a brain dump#their friendship changed so much over the season and it honestly hurt to see#teen wolf gif#it’s the way my brain is absolutely insane#it latched onto this and now I give it to you#go forth and prosper#motel california#s03ep06#Lies of omission#s05ep09#Scott X stiles friendship
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Inspired by an episode of "The Big Bang Theory" and staying with the theme of my new Thiam-Sterek Fanfic "Fall In Love With A Kiss" coming soon to Ao3
(In my new Thiam there will be no existential, suffering drama of Theo alone where everyone hates him!)
I INTRODUCE YOU....
Lydia has been Theo's best friend since they were seven years old! Ah their discussions about how stupid Stiles was filled their days, along with movie nights (horror movies of course!) and secrets!
Theo met Allison in high school because she started dating Scott. It was really a troubled affair between Scott and Allison, they were on and off for quite some time and Theo didn't know who to listen to! Scott was stupid and just screwed up, and Theo felt sorry for Allison!
Malia met her in junior year when she moved out and started dating Stiles (definitely bad breakup apparently!) but still they hated each other especially because Theo always stays at her house! (Peter's fault of course!)
For Theo, Kira is so innocent that she doesn't know why she is his friend! She was an ex of Scott's but their affair had lasted only a year and then Kira got a crush on Malia but she was still dating Stiles... Luckily, Theo's policy was "Never have romantic relationships with your friends, you always get in trouble!"!!'
Theo has endured too many conversations about his friends' sizes and how they have sex to say with certainty that this rule has actually saved him a lot of trouble! (Theo would never admit it, but he has been head over heels in love with the same person for two years, without having had any other romantic relationships)
"Theo Raeken's ✨Council Of Ladies✨" meets every Thursday night!
A cup of tea, a fancy dress, lots of pastries and a big white cloth and a projector!
Bridgerton awaits them!
(READ THE TAGS!!!)
#teen wolf#theo raeken#thiam#liam dunbar#theo x liam#incorrect teen wolf#incorrect teen wolf quotes#ao3 thiam#ao3fic#lydia martin#kira yukimura#malia tate#allison argent#scott McCall#peter hale#stiles stilinski#derek hale#college au#modern au#THEO IS A FRIENDS OF ALL#lol i love them#their friendship is so cute#theo raeken headcanon#incorrect quotes#LIAM HAS A BOY TEAM! IT WILL BE CALLED “Big Boy”#Liam will need a visit to the psychologist after meeting the council for the first time#MASON NOW REQUIRES COUNCIL MEMBERSHIP BECAUSE HE IS A GOSSIPER!#Theo has to learn not to send pics of his dick during a council session because too many questions arise that he can't avoid!
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on particularly rough nights, scott and stiles slept in each other's arms, offering comfort, peace and security.
#scott mccall#stiles stilinski#teen wolf#bromance#scott x stiles#scott & stiles#stiles x scott#stiles stilinski and scott mccall#stiles stilinski x scott mccal#stiles and scott#stiles and scott friendship#stiles and scott bromance#scott and stiles#teen wolf headcanon#sciles#platonic
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23 | Useless
Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf
Paring: (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: None
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"Go back to school." Derek says as Boyd. Isaac and Julia show up at his place.
"Well actually we can't. Boyd, Julia , and I are incredibly and unbelievably sick." Isaac tells him as Derek then says with brain damage.
"Well, I have a migraine, Julia is throwing up, and Boyd here has explosive diarrhea." Isaac points at them so Boyd explain his plan to Derek.
"So why is Julia here if this plan can kill her if something goes wrong?" Derek asks as Boyd lets the water run.
"We did think that." Boyd says looking over at her sitting on the table looking at what Stiles texted her about Deaton.
"I'll be fine if I stay out of the water. And the third person taken was Deaton so Scott and Stiles are trying to find him before it's too late." She lets them know.
"You should go help them." Derek tells her.
"How am I supposed to help? I just predict and know when death happens." She tells him as Stiles texts Julia saying they needed her help finding Deaton since she can seek out supernatural things.
Julia: Just get Lydia to try to do it. It will give her some practice into what we are. I'm busy helping the others.
Stiles: Fine, you're such a pain!
Once the room had enough water Boyd threw the line into it, "Is this gonna kill them?" Isaac asks looking at the water.
"I hope so."
"You feel anything?" Derek looks over at Julia.
"You mean death wise?" She asks him, "Not so sure yet." She closes her eyes to pass the time. "Hey, isn't the light on that supposed to be on?" Julia point out after some time.
"Yeah." Derek says not happy.
"What does it mean if it's not." Isaac asks him. "Derek, what do we do now?" Isaac takes Julia's hand into his.
"We fight." He makes his eyes red and the boys get behind him while Julia stays off to the side as the alphas show up.
She wondered what she would have to do to get him alone so Aiden and Ethan enter holding Jennifer. Kali says that the fight will be between her and Derek with no interference or the twins will tear Jennifer apart. Derek sends Isaac and Boyd away.
"I'm going to rip your throat out with my teeth." Derek says leaping at her.
Julia texts Cora letting her know the plan didn't work since they cut the power and now Derek was fighting Kali alone.
"Now." Isaac picks Julia up running through the water before the electricity came back on.
Once they get to Ms. Blake he goes to protect her while Julia watches as Boyd is thrown into the fray by the surging current. Kali and Derek both go down from the shock.
"BOYD!" Julia screams his name getting the bad feeling as Kali is the first to recover and orders the twins to grab Derek and hold him with his hands cupped while Kali lifts Boyd up and drops him onto Derek's claws.
Since Julia screamed his name so loudly, Stiles and the others could hear her from where they were, "That means only one thing." He sighs as Cora and him take off running so Lydia follows.
Cora runs past Julia, who was just standing there because she knew she couldn't do anything and wish she felt it earlier. Stiles rubs her back before going over to Derek. When Lydia gets to the doorway she looks at her sister just standing there before turning to leave.
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It's been a few days since Boyd was killed and Derek went MIA and Julia and Stiles learned more about Derek's past from Peter when they were younger. Julia still felt that she could have stopped Body from dying so she's been awful quite around most people.
At the moment she was at school alone at night because she had a the instinct that she was finally used to. There she found Tara lying on top of the school name.
Not much longer the other four show up because Lydia called them saying she's experiencing the same thing as the pool. None of them saw Julia or the dead body until Scott walks a few feet away from the group, "Guys, Julia found the dead body."
"What?" Stiles rushes over to see her standing there just looking at Tara. "Julia!" He calls out for her so she turns to face them.
"It's Tara, Stiles." She walks over to join them.
"What?" He looks behind her.
"I just called it in so your dad will be here soon with the others."
Later in the day at school during class, Julia didn't pay attention since she was drawing in her notebook. She was so zoned into what she was doing she didn't pay attention to Stiles and Scott talking.
After class the three of them go look for Ethan while Lydia distracts Aidan. "Why are you even talking to me? I helped kill one of your friends. How do you know I won't kill anyone." Ethan says looking at Stiles.
"Is he looking at me? Are you threatening me? You know what I'm going to do. I'm gonna break off an extra-large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane and roll it in mistletoe and shove it up your freaking-," Julia stops Stiles from going on.
"We get it." She pats his chest.
Ethan tells them the story him and Aidan. That they had been Omegas within a pack. They were badly abused by their Alpha and their pack mates who Ethan claims were all brutal killers. Stiles wanted to know why the twins didn't just become Voltron Wolf and fight back, but Ethan explains that they didn't know how to do that back then. He explains that they owe fealty to Deucalion because he helped them develop their innate ability to merge their forms. That they were then able to kill their oppressors one by one, saving their Alpha for last. Ethan explains to Scott that all of the Alpha Pack's original emissaries, with the exception of Deucalion's, are dead.
Ethan suddenly seized by a sharp pain in his chest saying he is feeling the damage that Aiden is having. They all run to the locker room and Scott and Ethan stop Aiden from killing Cora.
Cora tells them she had to do something since they weren't expect finding the bodies before leaving. Stiles and Julia look at each other before following Cora to make sure she gets home okay. On the way taking Cora home, Allison calls Stiles saying he had to tell his dad literally everything.
At Stiles' house he paces his room back and forth with his dad in the room with him, Cora, and Julia trying to figure out how to explain everything to him. He comes up with using the chess board to show how he's never seen the whole board before.
"Scott and Derek are werewolves? And Kate argent was a werewolf?" Noah asks.
"Hunter." Julia corrects him.
"That's- Purple's Hunter." Stiles adds.
"Along with Allison and her father." Cora adds.
"Yeah, and-and my father Deaton. The veterinarian is a Kanima?" Noah says so Stiles is explains what Deaton is.
"So who's the Kanima?" Noah asks confused.
"Jackson."
"No, Jackson's a werewolf." Noah points out.
"Jackson was the Kanima first and then Peter and Derek killed him and he came back to life as a werewolf. Now, he's in London." Julia explains to him.
"Who's the Da-rack?"
"It's Da-rock." Stiles corrects him.
"We do t know yet." Cora tells Noah.
"We don't know yet." Stiles and Julia say pointing at Cora at the same time.
"Bug he was killed by werewolves?"
"Slashed up and left for dead." Stiles answers.
"We think." Julia adds causing Noah to sigh.
"Why was Jackson the Kanima?"
"Cause sometimes the shape that you take reflects the person that you are." Stiles explains.
"And what shape would an increasingly confused and angrier-by-the-second father take?" Noah looks at his son.
"That would be more of the expression on your face right now." Julia points knowingly this wasn't working.
"Yeah." Noah gets up.
"Dad-dad, would you- I can prove it, okay? Look, she's one of them. A werewolf." Stiles tries to get his dad to listen to him but it doesn't work since Cora passes out.
"Call an ambulance." Noah tells Stiles so he does so while Julia stays with Noah and Cora.
Cora ends up getting a hospital room while Stiles and Julia wait and get a call from Scott saying that these sacrifices are teachers. Even still at the hospital Stiles tries to get his dad to listen to him but Noah still doesn't believe it. Stiles and Julia leave the hospital to get to the school to try to stop the third teacher from getting killed.
"Hey, where is my sister?" Julia notices as soon as they get to Scott.
"What?" Scott looks around.
"Where did she go?" Julia panics rushing outside yelling for Lydia, "Scott can you sense her?" Julia looks around.
"She's not answering her texts." Stiles looks at his phone.
Julia panics looking around before letting out a shriek causing Scott to cover his ears and Stiles. "Julia..." Stiles looks at her as she starts to rush off so he follows her then Scott does the same knowing where she was going.
Scott has of course runs past her and as she and Stiles gets to the door Jennifer blocks the door so they can't get in. And by the time they do Jennifer disappeared with Noah.
"Lydia!" Julia rushes over to help her get free.
"So we really are Banshee..." Lydia just stares at her.
"Yes, we are."
Julia takes Lydia to Allison so she can go help the guys tell Derek about Jennifer. When she gets there she plays dumb but Scott uses mistletoe to prove it. Jennifer tells Derek she was the only person who could save Cora.
They all head to the hospital but Stiles and Julia still had a bad feeling about things going on because of how Jennifer had a look in her eyes.
"What's that?" Scott sees Stiles with a bat.
"Well, you got claws. I got a bat."
"What about me?" Julia asks.
"Just stay behind us." Stiles tells her.
As they all get out of the elevator Peter is thrown through doors saying they had a big problem and it was the twins. Both werewolves go at Ethan and Aidan and Julia spots Cora on the ground, "She's our job." She rushes over to Stiles gets Peter to help them.
"Stiles! What are you doing?" Julia sees him to go stand by the door. He uses the bat on the twins but it breaks, "Now get your ass over here." She tells him as they run off.
They all hold up in a room and the guys talk to Ms. Blake as she shows up. As they talk, Scott moms comes through the sound system saying Deucalion wanted Jennifer in ten minutes.
While Derek takes Cora to the ambulance with Stiles, Julia, and Jenifer, Scott and Peter hold off the twins. Hearing Kail, Stiles shuts the ambulance doors while Derek and Jennifer run off.
"We're sitting ducks here without anything to protect us." Julia says with her eyes closed.
"They aren't after us at least."
"Stiles, She's not breathing." Julia notices Cora making him panic before performing mouth-to-mouth until she begins breathing on her own again.
Once she was stable, he says the next time he put his lips to her mouth she better be awake making Julia laugh at him, "Shut up." He glares at her.
"It's funny. And the situation we're in, I need a laugh." She sighs then sees him fidgeting with his hands so she takes one into hers, "We're gonna find you dad..." She says so he looks at her, "Alive. I know we will." She gives him a little smile, "I can't say I know for sure but I have a very strong feeling we will." She squeezes his hand then wipes his tears away with her free hand.
Stiles just stares at her with a million of thoughts running through his head before pulling her into a hug without saying a word. But he didn't need to say anything because Julia knew what he wanted to say just by how tightly he was hugging her.
They stop suddenly hugging when they heard growing outside the ambulance. Carefully looking they see the twins as one still so they lean back to stay out of view. Not much later they hear footsteps getting closer but it was just Scott with Peter. Stiles explains the two problems they have before Scott leaves them again.
"God I wish I was safe with Lydia right now."
"Honestly, yeah. I wish you were with her somewhere safe but no you choose to join Scott and I." Stiles agrees with her.
"I wanted to help so my bad." Julia rolls her eyes causing the two to quickly start to bicker while Peter watches them closely.
Scott texted Stiles saying that Isaac was going to pick them up to get Cora out of here. When they hear the car Julia opens the door jumping out first while Peter puts Cora in the car. "You get the front." Peter says running to get in the back on the other side.
"Stiles, come on." Julia says as he was looking at something.
"Stiles!" Isaac yells at him as he runs off so Julia takes runs to see what he put together and gets it herself running after him as Isaac yells for her too.
She catches up with Stiles so they rush after Scott to see him with Deucalion and he leaves they to go with him. Julia takes Stiles' hand into hers and he holds it tightly as they stand there alone till they go back to wake Derek up.
#teen wolf ff#teen wolf fanfiction#teen wolf#stiles x oc#stiles stilinski#teen wolf stiles#scott mccall#lydia martin#allison argent#derek hale#noah stilinski#melissa mccall#issac lahey#peter hale#malia tate#theo raeken#liam dunbar#kira yukimura#banshee#werewolves#werecoyote#mtv teen wolf#slow burn#drama#friendship#friends to lovers#dyaln o'brien
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I lowkey want to see a fic where one of the terms of Theo being out of the skinwalker prison was for someone to look into his memories. It would have thiam, morey, Stalia, scira, etc. Maybe some corey/theo, mason/theo, and Hayden/liam friendships. Yknow it just seems like it would be interesting.
#puppy pack#stalia#thiam#morey#stiles x malia#theo x liam#mason x corey#Liam and Hayden friendship#Corey and Theo friendship#mason and theo friendship#stiles stilinski#malia tate#theo raeken#liam dunbar#mason hewitt#corey bryant#hayden romero#teen wolf#scott mccall#kira yukimura#scira
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an endless road (to rediscover) by coffeeinallcaps
Summary: “So you and Scott are together,” Derek says, evenly.
“What?” Stiles says. “It’s not— it’s not like that, okay, Scott and I are not together, I—” Stiles rubs his forehead with the palm of his hand, fingers crooked like the impatient little smile that flashes across his face. “It’s going to be really weird for you if I say ‘we’re so close he feels like a part of me’ now, isn’t it?”
Derek says, “So having sex with Scott is like masturbating to you.”
Rating: Explicit
Pairing(s): Scott McCall/ Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/ Stiles Stilinski
Main Character(s): Stiles Stilinski
Additional Character(s): Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey
Tags: Friendship/Love, Intimacy, Explicit Sexual Content, Frottage, Lazy Sex, Hand Jobs, Intercrural Sex, Mild Somnophilia, Misunderstandings, Pack Dynamics, Sexuality
Words: 5,718
Chapters: 1/1
#i've read this fic more times then any other fic#and i have no idea why#i just really really love it for some reason#i think it's mostly because of stiles and scott's relationship in the fic#i think it's the way their friendship is explained#i honestly read it for their dynamic and less for the sterek#sterek#sterek fic rec#sterek fanfic rec#sterek fanfic#sterek fanfiction#stiles x derek#scott x stiles#derek/stiles#stiles/scott#coffeeinallcaps#derek hale fanfiction#derek x stiles#derek hale x stiles stilinski#stiles stilinski/derek hale#scott mccall is a good friend#ao3 link#ao3 fanfic
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Just Friends // Stiles Stilinski
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader
WC:1.7k
Summary: Stiles is struggling after being controlled by the Nogitsune, and he turns to you for help. But little does he know, it will turn your friendship into so much more. Takes place after season 3. (Allison isn't dead!!!)
Warnings: Swearing, angsty as fuck, sad Stiles, kissing, implied smut if you squint?, PTSD.
A/N: HI GUYS!!! I really like this fic and ofc I hope y'all will too! This is my first time writing about Stiles and I think I did pretty well! As always, enjoy!! And comments and reblogs are appreciated. P.S. lmk if y'all want me to do a part 2 where they tell their friends (Scott's reaction hee hee) - Claire ♡
After Stiles was released from the control of the Nogitsune, things seemed to go back to normal. Well, at least that’s what one would think from the outside.
The series of events had taken a severe toll on Stiles’s mental health, and even though he did a good job of hiding it, you were the one person who seemed to know what he needed.
It all started about a week after everything happened, it was the middle of the night and you were jolted awake by the sound of your phone buzzing by your head.
You were about to hit decline but then you saw it was Stiles and feelings of worry began to stir within you.
You quickly answered, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you forced yourself awake.
"Stiles, is everything okay?"
"Yeah...well not really. I hate to ask, but do you think you could drive over to my house. I just really don't want to be alone right now." Stiles's voice was groggy, and laced with exhaustion. The fact alone that he was asking you this made you immediately agree.
You hopped out of bed, not bothering to change out of your pajamas, slipped on your slippers, and you were on your way.
Your house wasn't far from Stiles's, about a five minute drive with no traffic.
You lived directly in the middle of him and Scott, being only a short distance from each. The close proximity was the main reason the three of you had stayed so close throughout your school years.
"Friends", that's all you and Stiles had ever been. Although, neither of you could deny the chemistry between the two of you, risking your friendship never seemed worth it.
It was on this night that all that would begin to change.
When you arrived at Stiles's house, he had left the door unlocked for you so you wouldn't have to fumble around with the spare key in the dark.
You found Stiles laying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He looked lost in thought, his eyes rimmed with dark circles. It hurt seeing him look so drastically different from the Stiles you knew, and you wanted to do whatever you could to help.
You laid down next to him, your body facing his.
"Hey..." Stiles began, still staring at the ceiling.
"Stiles, what's going on? You know you can trust me with anything right?"
"Yeah...It's just a lot to put into words." Stiles's voice cracked, which told you that he was fighting tears.
You sat up and stiles copied the movement. You were now both facing each other, sitting legs crossed on his bed. You pushed aside the unspoken vow between the two of you and placed his hands in yours. Stiles's breath hitched, and you could tell he was avoiding eye contact with you.
"Take all the time you need, I'll listen to every word." you said softly.
"I know everyone thinks I'm doing okay, but I can't even function. I can't sleep without having nightmares. I can't eat or do anything without remembering all the awful stuff he made me do. I didn't know who else to tell except you. Scott has his own set of issues, and you're the only person I trust like this."
Stiles began to ramble, and your heart broke as he did. How had you not noticed earlier? Yes, it had only been a week, but you knew Stiles better than anyone. You felt like an awful best friend.
"I'm so tired, I just want to feel normal again." He could no longer hold back the tears, the dam broke and Stiles became a sobbing mess.
You pulled him into your arms with no hesitation, which only made Stiles want to cry.
"No, no I'm going to get your clothes all wet." Stiles protested trying to pull away, but you wouldn't let him.
"A few tears never hurt anyone." You said.
At that Stiles let himself fall into you, his body going limp with exhaustion. You tried not to cry along with him, wiping your burning eyes to prevent the tears.
"It'll be okay." You whispered as Stiles's sobs turned into sniffles. He finally looked up, his cheeks wet from the tears that had escaped his puffy eyes.
You did the only thing you could think of and gave him two kisses, one peck on each cheek. Stiles lips turned up in a small smile, his cheeks still turning red despite his current state.
"I think the first thing we need to do is get you to bed." You smiled, pushing Stiles's messy hair back.
He looks at you and nods without moving from your arms. You lean back on his bed, pulling him with you. You positioned yourself to where Stiles was resting on top of your body, his head pressed to your chest. You kept your arms wrapped around him, squeezing his body in an attempt to comfort him.
As you were settling down you heard Stiles whisper your name softly.
"Yeah?"
"Promise you'll wake me up if I'm having a nightmare?"
"I promise." You replied as you reached down and laced your fingers with his.
Stiles gave you a half-hearted smile in response, his puffy eyes glazed over from fatigue.
"Thank you." Stiles murmured, fighting sleep.
"Shhh." Was your only response as you traced your fingers along his back.
"I love you." It was an incoherent whisper, so much that you couldn't be sure of his words. But something told you you had heard correctly.
By the time you went to reciprocate the statement, the room was filled with Stiles's muffled snores.
You sighed and proceeded to fall asleep yourself.
Stiles slept through the night for the first time in weeks.
After that the trajectory of your relationship began to shift.
From holding Stiles's hand to remind him that everything was okay when you were with your friends, to staying up all night listening to him talk.
You rarely got to sleep at home anymore, but you didn't mind. You weren't far if you needed something, and it helped Stiles get a good night's sleep. Yet he would still apologize every time. "I'm sorry to bother you again.", "I promise this is the last time.", when in reality you were definitely okay with an excuse to spend more time with him.
You had become his anchor to reality, and Stiles could feel things beginning to look up with every day that passed.
Your friends picked up on it too.
"So, are you and Stiles together, or..." Lydia and Allison asked when they managed to corner you at your locker one day. It was a question you didn't know how to answer. Eventually landing on, 'it's complicated.'
"What's going on with you and Stiles, I'm starting to feel like a third wheel when we're together." It was a joke, but there was certainly some truth behind it.
You laughed it off and changed the subject, but didn't forget the comment that night when you and Stiles laid in each other's arms drifting off to sleep.
Surprisingly, it wasn't you who finally brought it up, but Stiles.
It was a Friday night, and the two of you were at your house instead of his.
"Shit, I forgot clothes to change into." Stiles said as he fumbled through his backpack.
"It's all good, I have a spare pair of clothes in my drawer for you." You replied, pointing to the dresser.
Stiles smiled and laughed, holding eye contact with you for perhaps a moment too long.
"You take care of so much for me, sometimes I feel like you're my wife." It was a casual statement, but it put you at a loss for words.
You laughed awkwardly, failing to come up with a reply.
Stiles could very clearly read your emotions, he pushed the drawer shut and walked back over to sit next to you.
You tried to calm yourself, but your heart wouldn't stop beating at what felt like an unhealthy pace.
"You're my best friend..." Stiles began, taking your clammy hands in his.
"You've done so much for me in the past few weeks, just like a best friend should; but I can't help thinking that this feels like something more."
You felt as if the world stopped. You knew this conversation would come, but definitely not now. Your brain seemed to stop producing thoughts.
"Please tell me I'm not imagining all of this. I know this is a lot at once, but Y/N I love you." Stiles's voice shook from the overwhelming nerves.
"I love you too." You spoke for the first time in minutes, it felt amazing after you had heard it fall from his lips that first night you spent together.
Stiles's eyes gazed into yours, and suddenly the feeling of just your hands touching wasn't enough.
You reached over and grabbed Stiles face, finally closing the gap between the two of you.
You pulled Stiles down as you did, his body landing on top of you sinking into the kiss.
You tugged on his hair lightly, pulling him as close to you as humanly possible. Stiles fell deeper into the kiss, locking your hands together and pressing your body further into the soft mattress.
After a few minutes of pure bliss you broke apart. The air that filled your lungs was both a blessing and a curse. You needed to breathe, but the absence of his touch only made you want him more.
Stiles hovered over you, the sound of his heavy breathing was the only thing you could hear over your own beating heart.
"So I take it you're not just my best friend anymore?" Stiles giggled, pressing his forehead gently against yours.
"Nope."
You gave a sly smile before pulling Stiles down by his shirt and connecting your lips once more.
#teen wolf#teen wolf fanfiction#teen wolf fandom#stiles stilinski#stiles stilinski x reader#stiles stilinksi fanfiction#stiles stilinksi imagine#teen wolf fic#teen wolf stiles#scott mccall#stiles stilinski imagine#stiles stilinski x you#stiles stilinski fanfiction#stiles stilinski smut#teen wolf fluff#stiles stilinski fluff#stiles stilinski fic#dylan o'brien#dylan o’brien x reader#allison argent#lydia martin#stiles x oc#teen wolf imagine
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Falling Into You - Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader
Summary: you and stiles finally give into your unknown crush on each other
Words: 2.6K
Warning: Heated makeout session; if you squint there's dry humping
Y/N’s POV
Living with Stiles has been far from boring. Ever since my dad was killed and my younger brother - Isaac - went to live with Derek, Sheriff Noah Stilinski graciously opened his home to me. That meant living with Stiles too, and let me tell you, it has been anything but dull. Stiles has this knack for turning even the most mundane day into a storytelling session filled with the antics he and Scott get up to.
I’ve grown to love it here. The Stilinski house is like a second home, and the sheriff is like a second dad to me. He’s been incredibly supportive, especially during the tough times. And then there’s Stiles. He’s… well, he’s Stiles. Quirky, witty and always wearing that mischievous grin.
Lately, though, something’s shifted. I’ve caught myself stealing glances at Stiles when he’s not looking. His passion for solving mysteries, his loyalty to his friends—there’s something undeniably endearing about him. Maybe it’s the way he cares for everyone around him, or the way he throws himself into every insane situation without hesitation. But it's more than that. There's a warmth in his laughter, a genuineness in his concern, that makes my heart flutter a bit faster. And as much as I try to ignore it, I can't deny that a crush has been slowly blossoming.
Living under the same roof, it’s hard to keep these feelings under wraps. I find myself wanting to spend more time around him, hoping for moments where it’s just the two of us, away from the chaotic everyday that is Beacon Hills. Yet, I’m also terrified. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if it ruins our friendship or makes things awkward while living with him?
Stiles is currently sat cross legged on my bed, looking so engrossed in whatever supernatural mystery he's delving into. His dedication is admirable, even if it means sacrificing proper posture for the sake of research. I can't help but steal glances at him every now and then, admiring the furrow in his brow as he concentrates.
I wish I could tell him how I feel. But the fear of ruining what we currently have, the fear of changing the dynamic between us, it’s suffocating. So instead, I go back to focusing on my assignment, the words blurring on the page as my thought drift back to him.
The room is quiet except for the clicking of keys and the occasional muttered comment from Stiles. As I sit at my desk, trying to concentrate on the assignment in front of me, my mind wandering again—this time an entirely different scenario and it’s one that feels both exhilarating and terrifying.
I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to set aside the fear and uncertainty, to sit next to Stiles and lean in, closing the distance between us. What would it be like to press my lips against Stiles’? Would they be as soft as they look, as warm as his laugh? My heart races at the mere thought, a flurry of emotions dancing within me.
I picture the moment vividly: closing the space between us, feeling the warmth of his breath mingling with mine, and the anticipation before our lips meet. I imagine his hands, tentative yet steady, finding their place on my skin, maybe on the curve of my cheek or the small of my back. How would it feel to have his touch ignite a thousand sparks, to feel the electricity between us?
There’s a mix of longing and hesitation, the desire to experience that connection, yet the fear of disrupting the comfortable equilibrium we've found in our friendship. But in my mind's eye, it's a beautiful chaos—a leap into the unknown, a chance to explore something deeper, something that might exist beyond our late-night conversations and shared moments.
Before I can continue imagining me and Stiles the said boy breaks my thoughts, “Hey Y/N! Come here,” He speaks, excitement in his voice but his eyes never once leaving the screen.
I force myself out of the reverie, blinking away the vivid daydreams as Stiles called out to me. His excitement is palpable, contagious even, and I push aside the rush of emotions to focus on the present.
I rise from my chair, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness as I make my way to where Stiles is seated. He’s still hunched over the laptop, his attention entirely captured by the screen. With a careful step, I settle on the bed behind him, leaning over him enough to rest my chin on his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of what’s got him so intrigued.
His warmth seeps through the fabric of his shirt, radiating against my chest, a sensation I try desperately to ignore. The scent that envelopes me—a blend of old books, faint traces of motor oil and a lingering hint of coffee—should be distracting, but it’s oddly comforting. It’s quintessentially Stiles, a unique combination that feels inexplicably familiar and reassuring.
I glance at the screen, feigning interest in whatever supernatural phenomenon has grabbed his attention. But truthfully, my focus wavers between trying to understand what he’s showing me and the proximity between us. His presence feels magnetic, drawing me in, yet I fight the urge to let my thoughts drift into forbidden territory.
“Look at this,” He exclaims, pointing to a section on the screen. His enthusiasm is infectious, and for a moment, I forget the inner turmoil, getting lost in his excitement.
Stiles is engrossed in explaining something on the screen, his energy palpable. I try my best to keep up, nodding along as he talks, but the proximity between us amplifies every emotion within me.
Suddenly, he turns his head, excitement lighting up his russet eyes as he tries to make a point. His words trail off mid-sentence, and in that suspended moment, our faces are unexpected close. I feel his breath, warm against my skin, a sensation that sends a shiver down my spine.
As if in slow motion, I notice every tiny detail—the freckles scattered across his pale skin, the way his eyes dart down to my lips for the briefest moment before meeting my gaze again. My breath catches in my throat, and I’m sure he can heart the erratic beat of my heart. There's a shift in the air, an unspoken tension that crackles between us. His cheeks flush with colour, a shade of red that matches the intensity of my own emotions. I can't tear my gaze away from him, from the way his eyes flicker between mine and the way his lips part, as if searching for words that elude him.
For a moment, time seems suspended, our silent exchange speaking volumes. I feel a surge of courage and vulnerability intertwine within me, a silent plea for something more, a leap into the unknown.
But just as quickly as the moment arrives, it slips away. Stiles blinks, breaking the trance, and clears his throat, shifting slightly away. "Um, sorry, got carried away there," he stammers, his voice a tad higher than usual.
The air feels charged with an awkward tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. I try to ease the discomfort by standing up, intending to head back to my desk and salvage what’s left of our usual camaraderie. But before I can even take a step, Stiles’ hand shoots out, wrapped around my wrist in a swift motion that catches me off guard.
Caught off guard by the sudden proximity, I stumble and practically find myself in Stiles's lap. His warmth envelopes me, and for a moment, our heartbeats synchronise in a chaotic rhythm that seems to echo the unspoken emotions between us.
Stiles’ eyes lock onto mine, a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability swirling within their depths. His tongue darts out to wet his pretty pink lips, a nervous gesture that betrays the intensity of the moment. Before I can fully comprehend what’s happening, his hand finds the back of my neck, drawing me closer.
In that heartbeat before our lips meet, the world around us seems to still. His touch sends a surge of electricity through me, igniting a fire that I didn’t know was simmering within. And then, finally, our lips touch in a kiss that feels both anticipated and inevitable.
As our embrace intensifies, the laptop becomes a mere afterthought, pushed aside to make way for the burgeoning heat between us. Stiles's movements are deliberate, his hands finding my hips with a confident touch, guiding me to straddle his lap as our bodies mold together.
The kiss deepens, the connection between us sparking a newfound intensity. Stiles’ hands, warm against my skin, slip under the fabric of my teeshirt, sending shivers cascading down my spine. His touch is electric, fingers tracing patterns along my hips, a gentle yet possessive hold that ignites a fire within me. I tangle my fingers in his messy hair, feeling the soft strands between my fingertips as I tilt his head back slightly, deepening the kiss. There’s a dominance in his action, a confidence that surprises me but also excites me in ways I hadn’t anticipated.
His lips move with purpose, fervent and seeking, a silent demand for more as our breaths mingle in the shared space between us. Each movement, each touch, feels like an unspoken confession of desires long kept hidden.
My heart races as I lean into him, relishing the sensation of his lips against mine, the way his body responds to my touch. And as I lose myself in the passion of the moment, it becomes clear that Stiles, despite his usual playful demeanour, possesses a commanding presence that takes my breath away.
As the intensity of the moment heightens, Stiles’ touch remains both from and reassuring, his hands guiding me with a tenderness that contrasts his newfound dominance. With a gentle yet firm pressure, his long, nimble fingers press against my back, coaxing me to lower myself onto him. There’s an undeniable pull in his touch, drawing me closer until I’m lying atop him, our chests pressing together in a shared rhythm. Our breaths mingle in the small space between y=us, the heat of the moment making the air around us feel charged.
His chest rises and falls with each breath, syncing with mine, creating an unspoken harmony. The sensation of our bodies pressed together sends jolt through me, an electric current that ignites every nerve ending.
As I rest against him, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat against mine, a rush of emotions floods over me—desire mingled with a newfound intimacy, vulnerability meshed with a sense of comfort in this uncharted territory.
Stiles's gaze holds a mixture of passion and tenderness, a silent understanding passing between us in the shared silence. His fingers trace gentle patterns along my back, a gesture that speaks volumes, conveying a reassurance amidst the fervour of the moment. His lips part as if to speak but instead, in a very Stiles fashion, a torrent of words spill out in a hurried stream.
“I-I've wanted to do this for so long, and I'm sorry, I should've asked, I mean, I wanted to ask, but then this moment happened, and I just... I didn't want to ruin it, but I should’ve—" He babbles, the words tumbling out faster than I can comprehend. His apology mixes with an admission that he’s wanted this as much as I have, and amidst his rambling, I can’t help but laugh softly, finding the sudden flood of words endearing.
Before his apologies and explanations can continue, I decide to silence him the best way I know how. With a gentle yet decisive motion, I cup his face in both hands, capturing his lips in a kiss that speaks volumes, stealing away his words and replacing them with the silent language of our shared desires.
The kiss is deliberate interruption, a way to convey everything I’ve been feeling in a single moment. It’s a tender yet firm assertion, an assurance that words are unnecessary amidst the eloquence of our connection.
As our lips meet, I feel a shift in the air, the nervous energy dissipating into something more serene. Stiles’ initial surprise melts into a reciprocated warmth, and soon, the kiss becomes a dance of shared affection and unspoken apologies. In that suspended moment, the kiss becomes a story of its own—a narrative of unspoken emotions conveyed through the gentle meeting of our lips. Stiles's initial surprise gives way to a newfound ease, his lips molding against mine with a familiarity that feels surprisingly natural yet exhilaratingly new.
His touch, tender yet assured, ignites a cascade of sensations. His hands explore, tracing the contours of my back, sending tingles racing along my skin. There’s a delicate balance in his touch, a mix of reverence and longing that speaks volumes about the dept of his emotions.
As our kiss deepens, I’m enveloped in a whirlwind of emotions. Stiles’ lips against mine feel like a discovery—a blend of softness and fervour, an unspoken language that surpasses any verbal communication. Each movement of our lips is a revelation, a testament to the unspoken connection between us. His closeness has a gravitational pull, drawing me in and enveloping me in a sense of security and desire. In this moment, I feel cherished, desired, and seen in a way that goes beyond mere words.
The intensity of our kiss, a universe of emotions contained within, is abruptly interrupted by the jarring ring of Stiles’ phone. Startled, we break apart, a shared groan escaping both of us as the moment fractures, replacing by the intrusion of reality. Stiles fumbles for his phone, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. With a sigh, he answers and puts it on speaker, revealing Scott’s urgent voice on the other end, asking if Stiles had found any leads.
As Stiles responds to Scott’s inquiries, I take the opportunity to sit back up, adjusting my position so that I’m straddling his waist. The shift seems to catch Stiles of guard, his breath hitching slightly, and I can feel the bulge pressing against my ass. I watch as Stiles bites his lip, a subtle attempt to suppress any involuntary sounds, his focus divided between the phone call and me, shifting on his lap. His eyes meet mine for a fleeting moment, and I can see a hint of frustration at the interruption, mixed with a smouldering intensity that sends a thrill through me.
Leaning closer, I offer an apologetic smile, silently acknowledging the disruption but unable to resist teasing him but grinding my hips against his, pretending to get more comfortable on his lap. I notice the way his breath catches again and his hands dart for my hips unsure if they want to stop my hips or help me roll them against that growing bulge.
“Sh-shit,” A moan escapes him and Scott falls silent as Stiles’ cheeks bloom a pretty shade of red, “Fuck, I gotta go, talk later.” And with that Stiles is hanging up, practically throwing his phone on the floor and in one quick moment has us flipped over so I’m laying underneath him.
“Hi.” I breathe quietly, an ache between my legs.
“Don’t you ‘hi’ me you little tease.” He grumbles, leaning on his elbows either side of my head.
“What you gonna do about it?” I challenge, loving the gleam in his eyes.
Stiles chuckles softly, his eyes dancing with mischief as he leans closer, his breath brushing against my lips.
"Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you've started."
Teen Wolf Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023
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love; derek hale x reader
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pairing: derek hale x reader (she/her)
warnings: none
prompt: 5. “he loves you, you know? he’s just afraid of admitting it.”
summary: in which the reader and derek are oblivious to liking eachother and it’s painful for everyone to watch.
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derek hale is called many things - sour wolf, the mean alpha, power hungry, and selfish. but turns out, he’s not any of those things. well, maybe a bit power hungry but he got past that.
derek has always been nothing but nice to you. always been courteous and sweet whenever you’re around, never mean or selfish like stiles or scott says he is.
the first time you met derek was when peter resurrected himself by using lydia. you were out for a walk when came across the hale house. you’ve heard tales about it and decided to go inside, little did you know that would be the start of your friendship with the one and only, derek hale.
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right now, you’re sitting in derek’s loft waiting to have a mandatory pack meeting that scott called. you’re with lydia, peter, stiles, issac, allison, erica, and boyd.
“what do you think this is about?” lydia asks.
“no idea. but it’s probably pretty importing seeing as though it’s seven in the morning.” stiles says, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket that was previously sitting on the back of derek’s couch.
“it’s more than likely about the kanima issue we’re currently having.” issac matter-of-factly says. he’s always been a straight to the point type of guy, kind of like derek.
“where are derek and scott? they called this meeting and yet they aren’t even here.” you speak out to nobody in particular.
“they’re probably getting snacks or something. they know how the betas get in the morning and during meetings without some form of food consumption.” peter replies to you with a small smirk at your mention of derek.
everyone knows of your crush on derek. and of derek’s crush on you. yet, neither of you two act on it. the pack is getting tired of the small glances and touches you guys share and not putting a label on whatever you guys have going on.
it’s obvious to anyone looking at you both that there is something going on, except the two of you.
“well, well. would you look who decided to show up.” you break out of your thoughts and look up and see scott and derek. heart fastening a little at the sight of him.
“oh, would you be quiet? you know how everyone gets without food during these meetings. you should be thanking us.” scott says, setting the food down on the coffee table and taking a seat by allison.
derek sits down next to you on the couch, putting his arm around the back of you. admittedly, it makes you blush a little bit. but you can’t let him know that so you try to avoid eye contact with him. obviously it didn’t work.
derek looks at you confused because you never purposely turn away from him. he looks down at you, “hey, you good? these guys didn’t bother you that much did they?”
“uh no no it’s fine. it’s just a little warm in here, you know?” you try to hide your face with embarrassment while talking to him.
“oh, okay. do you want me to turn the heat down or anything?” he asks you.
“no, it’s fine.” you say.
“okay.” he drops the subject and goes to listening in on scott telling the pack about what needs to happen with the kanima issue.
you look up at him, admiring all his features. his eye, his hair, his body. holy shit. you can’t help but think, he’s really pretty. i guess he noticed you staring at him because he looks down at you mid stare.
“what are you looking at?” he questions.
“nothing, nothing at all.” you say with a little smile while turning away and focusing on what scott is saying. roles reversed now.
this time, derek is staring at you while you listen to scott speak. man, she’s so pretty. he thinks to himself. i wish i could just tell her how i feel without putting her in danger.
“hey y/n? can i talk to you a second?” lydia asks, “in private?”
“yeah, sure.” you say.
she gets up and you follow in tow. she leads you up the stairs of the loft, up into derek’s bedroom.
his room his neat. bed made and well put together. you could’ve guessed that it would’ve been considering how much of a neat freak derek is.
“y/n.” lydia speaks.
“what? what’s wrong, lyds?” you question her.
“you and derek keep looking at each other like your in love. when are you gunna to confess to him that you’ve liked him for the past two years?”
“what?! one, derek definitely doesn’t like me like that, we’re just friends. and two, we aren’t looking at each other like we love each other.” you try explaining, lying out of your ass.
“bullshit. he loves you, you know? he’s just too afraid to admit it. he just doesn’t want you wrapped up in all his issues and getting you in danger or hurt.” lydia says.
“i don’t know, lyds. there’s no way he could like me. i mean, we’ve been friends for almost three years and he hasn’t once shown an interest in me.”
lydia leads you to the bed, sitting you down on it and her sitting right next to you.
“i think you need to ask him how he feels, ‘cause i can tell you right now that the whole pack is getting tired of you guys making googly eyes at each other and acting like you’re in love.” she’s definitely speaking facts. ever since about a year ago, you and derek’s relationship has been different, more flirty but not enough for you to notice a drastic change.
“fine. i’ll ask him after the pack meeting, but if he doesn’t feel the same way i’m not coming to another meeting for like, four months.” you say.
“you’re being dramatic, y/n.”
“nope. i’m serious, id be too embarrassed coming back.” you explain, smiling cheekily.
“you promise to ask him after the meeting then? because i can swear to you that he feels the same way.” lydia says.
“yes lyds, i promise.”
“perfect. then let’s go back down there.” she gets up and starts walking back down to the main floor with you in tow right behind her.
you guys make your way back to the pack and you sit back down by derek. except this time when you look up at him, he’s smirking back down at you.
“what are you smirking at, huh?” you ask him with a slight smile on your face.
he leans down to whisper in your ear so only you can hear what he’s saying, “oh nothing, just that i think you and lydia forgot that i could hear every word that you guys just said.”
oh shit
“whattt… i uh, don’t know what you’re talking about, der.” you try to play it off. acting like your heart rate isn’t beating a thousand miles per hour right now.
“don’t worry, love. i think we have something to talk about after the meeting though.” he says, and then bringing his head back up and focusing on the meeting once more, not giving you time to respond.
the remainder of the meeting seems like it’s forever, when in reality it was probably only twenty minutes at most. at the end, everyone gets up to leave and when you try to, derek grabs your wrist bringing you back down beside him. “i don’t think so, love. we need to talk.”
der, i really don’t think we should. i already know you don’t feel the same way i feel. so what’s the point in even talking about it?” you say.
“who said i don’t feel the same?” he says with a smirk on his face.
“what’s that suppose to mean?”
“it means that i like you too, dumbass. in fact, i am in love with you. i didn’t want to tell you because with us being together it would put you in danger.” he confesses.
“derek..” you start.
“with everything going on, you’re always there for me and i don’t know what i would do without you. if something were to happen i couldn’t live with myself. you’re perfect. you’re funny, smart, beauti-“ you cut him off.
you kiss him.
you couldn’t take him rambling and rambling about how much he wanted you but couldn’t have you. you’re fine with being in danger as long as your with him.
your guys’ mouths mold perfectly in sync. this is even better than i thought it would be. you think to yourself.
eventually, you pull away. gasping for breath and looking at derek. he looks happy, ecstatic even. you’ve never seen him smile this big before.
“derek.”
“yes, love?”
“i don’t care if i am in danger in order to be with you. i want to be with you no matter what is happening in our lives.” you say.
“then i promise to keep you safe, no matter the circumstances.” he says.
“so what does this mean then? like, us?” you ask.
“i guess this means i finally get to take you out.” he pronounces, goofy smile on his face.
“about time.”
#derek hale x reader#derek hale imagine#derek hale fluff#derek hale smut#teen wolf#lydia martin#peter hale
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—hits different
pairing: isaac lahey x fem!reader
summary: isaac and you both like each other, it just takes some time for you to realize that the other does as well..
warnings: underage drinking
notes: this should've been posted yesterday.. i'm so sorry
"have any of you seen y/n?" isaacs voice beamed off the walls of the large room and both derek and scott turned their heads so sudden, he wondered if he had just interrupted something.
"y/n?" scott wondered "haven't seen her since school"
"well, obviously she's not here" derek exclaimed with a roll of his eyes and isaac sighed.
"i know" he stretched "i just wondered if any of you knew where exactly she is" he widened his eyes to make a point, which was answered with another eye roll from derek and a shrug from scott. "well, thank you for all the help. i'll go find her myself then"
"she might be hanging out with stiles" scott said as isaac was already walking out of the door.
despite scott being not sure, isaac decided that it did not hurt to drive to stiles' house and have a look for himself. he often found you in the company of the boy, which sometimes made him wonder if there was going more than friendship between the both of you.
he stopped the car before stiles house and got out, walking up the front porch and knocking on the door.
"hey" stiles exclaimed when he swung open the door.
"hey" isaac greeted "i'm looking for y/n" he explained, before he tried to take a look inside "is she here?"
stile shook his head "no, she mentioned something about a club, and some other friend that was going with her"
"huh" isaac nodded, with a tight-lipped smile. "thats kind of weird of her, isn't it?"
stiles just shrugged his shoulders and isaac nodded finally.
"okay, ehm, thanks man"
"sure" stiles nodded with a tightlipped smile, at the lack of movement from isaac, he raised his brows "is there still something i can help you with?"
"uh, yeah" isaac smiled uncomfortably "what's the name of the club?"
"the sinema, i guess" stiles replied shrugging "it's the only club around here"
"yeah, right" isaac raised his arm, lazily waving goodbye, before he walked back to his car.
"is there one story that does not involve isaac lahey?" your friend, amy, loudly asked your, trying to be heard over the music.
"sorry" you replied "we're just very close"
"yeah, yeah" amy nodded her head, having heard enough of the boy in the last hour "that's exactly why you're gonna get drunk out of your mind and forget all about him"
"i'm not sure that's how it works" you noted.
"well it does in my books" amy furrowed her brows, holding the tequila shot in your direction.
you took the glass, admitting that you couldn't think of a better solution yourself, so it couldn't hurt to try hers. anything to get your mind of the blonde boy was greatly appreciated.
the night passed by quickly, you were a drunken mess, slurring about everything and anything.
"you know what i find weird?" you asked amy, both of you laying in the sitting booth of the club.
"no, what?" amy replied, a giggle breaking out between her lips. you joined into her laughter, unable to contain yourself, before you quickly shook your head, focusing back on the matter you were trying to discuss.
"well, scott said that isaac doesn't fancy kylie" you began, rolling your eyes at the name of the girl. at the same time you felt kind of bad, she hadn't done anything to you and yet here you were, saying her name like she had ran over your dog. "but if that's true, why is he always sending her these fuck me eyes?"
"fuck me eyes?" amy repeated, giggling once again "i'm not sure that's a thing, honey"
"i'm sure it is, i've seen it first-hand from stiles to lydia"
amy laughed even louder amidst the fact that you had spied on other people to prove your point.
"i think that's just stiles personally" she shrugged.
the thing about being drunk was that there was no way to direct any feelings, when you were drunk, your mood shifted like you were sitting on a roller coaster.
"can you please take this seriously?" you asked, your tone etched in annoyance and frustration.
"but you're being ridiculous" amy shook her head and you sat up, crossing your arms.
"i'm not trying to be" you muttered, the first tears escaping your eyes.
"y/n, sweetheart" amy cooed, sitting up as well and dropping an arm around your shoulder. "don't cry about him again please" you felt bad that it was your fault that the mood had shifted so drastically. both of you had so much fun all night and now you had gone and spoiled the mood.
"sorry" you cried. "i just miss isaac so much and i wish that he would miss me too whenever we're not together"
unbeknownst to you, isaac did miss you just as much as you were missing him.
"excuse me?" the bouncer turned around, raising his brows at the boy that was absolutely not dressed like he was going clubbing.
"what?" the man asked, watching the blonde boy expectingly.
"i was searching for my friend" isaac explained "she's about this tall" he held a hand up, before he continued to describe the color and length of your hair, what you were probably wearing and how your voice sounded "she's really pretty, really nice, most of the time at least" he ended his description.
the bouncer, who was ready to turn the boy away with an annoyed 'do you think i know everyone inside?', paused, when he noticed two girls stumbling out of the entrance. "that her?" he asked, pointing a finger in their direction.
"wow" isaac muttered impressed, before he nodded "yeah, thanks man" he patted the bouncer's shoulder, before he walked up to amy and you.
"isaac" you slurred as you recognized the boy behind amy.
"yeah, yeah" amy nodded "we already discussed him, honey"
"no" you shook your head, pointing again "isaac!"
amy almost sighed in relief when she noticed the boy approaching. even though she had the same amount of tequila shots as you, she had calmed down a bit and was way less drunk than you. she could handle alcohol much better than you anyway.
"hey" isaac smiled with a lopsided grin.
"isaac!" you slurred once again and the blonde boy laughed at your excitement.
"do you think you could take her home?" amy asked "my boyfriend just came and we want to stay a bit longer. i'd invite the both of you along, but i think y/n's had enough"
"of course" isaac nodded "no problem"
"thank you" amy smiled gratefully, before she hugged you goodbye and pointed her boyfriend out to isaac, so he was sure she was not alone waiting for him.
"bye!" you slurred in her direction as she took off.
isaac watched you in silent amusement. "let's go home, yeah?" he smiled and you nodded, your eyes already halfway closed.
he helped you to the car, all while you put on a tremendous rendition of taylor swifts 'love story'. you missed half the lyrics and weren't singing the right notes, but isaac didn't mind.
"pretty good" he complimented laughing once your singing had been finished.
"thank you, isaac" you smiled at him, dragging out his name. "your name is so beautiful" you smiled before you repeated pronouncing it slower every time.
the sunlight streamed through the window, hitting your face and waking you up with an unpleasant grogginess. your head throbbed, and your mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. slowly, you opened your eyes and glanced around, realizing you were in your own bed. relief washed over you briefly before flashes of the previous night trickled back.
you remembered the club, the tequila shots, and then… isaac. you groaned, hiding your face in the pillow, trying to bury the embarrassing memories. what had you said to him? something about his name being beautiful. you cringed inwardly. you could not remember his answer, nor anything that happened after.
a sudden noise from the front door made you sit up abruptly, the room spinning a little from the movement. you steadied yourself, listening. someone was trying to come into the house. your heart raced as you quickly as you oustretched your hand, reaching for the phone on the bedside table.
"amy?" you whispered as soon as you friend had picked up.
"y/n?" amy wondered. you could tell that she had just woken up herself, her voice almost breaking. "who's that?" another voice asked and you could imagine henry, amy's boyfriend laying next to her, confusion evident on his face.
"it's y/n" amy whispered harshly, before her mouth was closer to the phone again. "what is it, honey? it's the middle of the night"
"it's past eleven" you whispered harshly "and someones trying to break into the house"
"what?" you couldn't see what she was doing, but imagined she was sitting up in bed, due to all the noise she was making.
"someone's breaking in" you repeated.
"shit" amy said worriedly "okay, it's alright, henry can come and-"
before she could finish, the front door flew open. you quickly slipped onto the ground so you could hide behind the bed. "too late" your voice was a pitch higher as you basically screamed in a whisper "they're inside"
"shit, shit, shit" you could hear rushed movements on the other side of the phone "get up, idiot" amy screamed at henry (you assumed) "our friend is getting murdered"
"amy" even after all the years at the side of scott and stiles and every bad situation they had gotten themselves in, you had never been so scared before.
"it's alright, babe" amy tried to sound calming, but failed miserably "we're coming to help you"
"y/n?" a voice called and steps neared your bedroom. you couldn't help the sigh of relief escaping your lips.
"are you dead?" amy screamed and you held the phone away, your ears ringing from the loudness of her voice. "did they find you?"
"well if they didn't before, they would have now" you muttered "i'm alright, it's just isaac"
isaac opened the door, just as you had finished speaking. you raised your hand, waving at him and he walked around the bed, eyebrows furrowed.
"i'll call you back later" you said into the phone, ending the call before amy was able to say anything else.
"so, what are you doing, exactly?" isaac asked, amusement sounding through his voice.
"i thought someone was trying to break in" you shrugged, you saw no sense in lying.
"oh sorry" isaac scratched the back of his neck "i didn't mean to scare, you asked me to stay yesterday, so i slept on the couch and went to grab some breakfast for us"
"oh god" you held your hand in your hands, not being able to look at him "i can't even remember half the car ride yesterday, let alone anything that followed after" you looked down and only noticed now that you were wearing a pyjama.
"you changed yourself" isaac quickly said as he noticed the worry on your face "you asked me to give you a pyjama and changed while i waited in the hallway"
"sorry" you shook your head "i shouldn't have assumed—“
"no, no" isaac quickly interrupted "it's fine, please don't apologize"
you stood up and both of you were now standing in front of each other. "did i say something embarrassing yesterday?" you asked. you weren't sure if you wanted an answer to that, but you had to know.
isaac smiled. "well, you told me that my name was beautiful, which no one has done before, so it's greatly appreciated"
"that's it?" you wondered.
"eh, no" isaac looked a bit uncomfortable now and your smile died down.
"did i say something inappropriate?" your eyes widened "did i say something that made you uncomfortable?"
"no, but" isaac looked out of the window behind you, his cheeks reddening more and more "you said that you really really liked me"
your eyes widened even more and you looked down in embarrassment. "oh my god, i'm so—" you paused, remembering a very important detail from the night before "wait, why were you at the club yesterday?"
isaac laughed. "i was searching for you, actually" he admitted.
"oh really?" you smiled up at him.
"yeah" isaac shrugged "that's also why i stayed even though i live three minutes away, because i really really like you too"
a wave of relief and something warmer washed over you. isaac's words took a moment to sink in, and when they did, your heart fluttered.
"you... you like me?" you repeated, hardly believing what you were hearing.
isaac nodded, his cheeks still tinged with a light blush. "yeah, i do. i have for a while now, but i didn't know how to tell you. when stiles said you were at the club last night, i thought it was the perfect chance to see you."
you couldn't help but smile, the nervousness in your stomach slowly turning into excitement. "you asked stiles where i was?"
"yeah" isaac shrugged, laughing "i thought you were with him, because i always thought there was something going on between the two of you"
"oh, isaac" you shook your head "that couldn't be more wrong. as i said last night: i like you and only you. stiles is like a brother to me, i couldn't never even, no—ew"
isaac giggled, before he stepped closer, his expression softening. "i'm glad we finally got that out in the open."
you nodded, feeling a sense of anticipation building. "so, what now?"
isaac's lopsided grin returned. "how about we start with breakfast? i got your favorite from the bakery down the street."
your stomach growled at the mention of food, and you laughed. "that sounds perfect."
#teen wolf isaac#isaac lahey#teen wolf isaac lahey#isaac lahey x reader#teen wolf pack x reader#teen wolf stiles#teen wolf#scott mccall#stiles stilinski#lizzys1kfollowercelebration#lizzysthousandfollowerspecial#hitsdifferent#taylor swift#midnights
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Scott: Okay, Stiles. You can do it.
Stiles: Hey, Derek! Do you wanna hang out? You know going on a date... With me. I mean, it's okay if you can't you're probably busy and...
Scott: No, no, no, this is not what we practiced.
Meanwhile
Boyd: Okay, one more time.
Derek: Stiles, we are going on a date so you better be ready when I pick you up!
Isaac: You can't force him!
Erica: That was hot.
Isaac: Don't encourage him!
#teen wolf#stiles stilinski#derek hale#sterek#derek x stiles#idiots in love#scott mccall#scott x stiles friendship#erica reyes#vernon boyd#isaac lahey#Derek's pack#of course they practiced
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Stiles x Male Reader | Fluff
Requested by Anonymous User - Not Proof Read
Teen Wolf AU - First time cuddling
Cookies & Cuddles
It had only been a week and a half since you and Stiles had started dating, but it felt both brand new and incredibly familiar, like you’d been circling each other for much longer. The thrill of finally being together was still fresh, but there was also that comfortable ease that came from years of friendship. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you pulled a tray of cookies from the oven, the smell of chocolate chip filling the kitchen.
You’d baked them as a surprise for Stiles, knowing how much he loved them. His sweet tooth was no secret, especially when he’d confessed it during one of those late-night conversations when it was just the two of you, sitting on the steps of your house. Stiles had been rambling about some bizarre case with Scott, and then out of nowhere, he'd gone off on a tangent about cookies. You’d laughed at the time, but tonight, you thought it’d be a nice gesture.
He arrived just as you were setting them down to cool, his Jeep rumbling to a stop outside. You could hear the faint sound of him locking it before his footsteps made their way to your front door. You opened it before he could knock, a habit you’d developed. Stiles stood there, his usual awkward smile on his face, hair even messier than normal—probably from some other crazy supernatural situation he hadn’t even told you about yet.
"Hey," he said, eyes lighting up the moment they caught sight of you. His shoulders visibly relaxed, and you could tell that being with you, even after a chaotic day, was becoming his safe haven.
"Hey yourself," you smiled back, stepping aside so he could come in. As soon as he entered, his eyes immediately darted to the kitchen, catching the scent of freshly baked cookies.
"Are those...?" His expression was priceless—wide-eyed, like he’d just stumbled upon a treasure.
You chuckled, "Yep. Thought you’d like a little treat after today."
"Okay, you’re officially the best boyfriend ever," Stiles declared, making a beeline for the kitchen like he hadn’t eaten in days. "No, seriously. You didn’t have to—wait, yes you did, because these smell *amazing*."
You followed him, laughing at his enthusiasm as he leaned over the tray, inhaling deeply. “I figured you needed something nice after whatever supernatural craziness happened today.”
He turned to you, still grinning. “Do you know me or what? But yeah, it was… intense. Scott almost got his head ripped off, Malia turned into full-on were-coyote mode, and Lydia’s banshee scream? Nearly deafened me again. But all in a day’s work, right?” He smirked, but you could see the exhaustion behind his eyes.
“You’re always saving the world,” you teased lightly, stepping closer to him. “But now you can relax for a bit.”
Stiles’ grin softened as he met your gaze. “I like that idea.” He reached out, fingers brushing yours before taking your hand in his. “You’re like my calm in the storm, you know that?”
Your heart swelled at his words, and for a second, the world outside really did feel distant. It was just the two of you, wrapped in the quiet comfort of your kitchen, the faint smell of rain still lingering outside.
“C’mon,” you said, tugging him toward the couch. “Cookies can wait until they cool.”
Stiles followed, still holding your hand, and as you sat down, the weight of the day seemed to fall away from him. You both settled in, his arm resting over your shoulders, pulling you closer. His body was warm against yours, the faint scent of his cologne—something woodsy and familiar—mingling with the ever-present hint of mint from his gum. It was a comfort, something uniquely Stiles.
You were quiet for a moment, and then Stiles broke it, his voice softer now. “You know, it’s weird. We’ve been dating for what, like a week and a half? But I feel like...”
“Like it’s been longer?” you finished for him.
“Exactly.” He squeezed your hand. “I guess that’s the benefit of knowing each other so well, huh?”
“Yeah, makes things a lot easier,” you said, smiling. “But it’s still new, and I kinda like that. Figuring all this out.”
He leaned his head against your shoulder, and for a moment, everything was perfect. His heart beat steady, his breathing calm—until, in true Stiles fashion, he couldn’t resist. “So, uh… how does this work?” he asked, gesturing between the two of you, his expression mock-serious. “Is this where we do the whole ‘first cuddle as a couple’ thing? I just don’t want to mess up the *routine* or anything. There’s like, a protocol, right?”
You laughed, leaning into him. “Pretty sure you’re doing fine so far.”
“Good to know,” he said, voice dipping into that soft, vulnerable tone he only used when it was just the two of you. He paused for a second, then turned his head slightly, his lips brushing your cheek. It was a tentative, sweet gesture, but it made your pulse race all the same. He pulled back, looking into your eyes, searching for any hesitation, but you smiled, giving him the go-ahead without words.
Stiles leaned in again, this time pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek. The kiss was slow, gentle—like he was savoring the moment, taking his time to explore the feeling of being this close to you. His lips were soft, and you could still taste the faint mint on his breath.
When you finally pulled back, both of you were smiling, a little breathless. Stiles’ face was flushed, but the happiness in his eyes was undeniable.
“I think I like this ‘routine,’” he said, grinning.
“Yeah?” you teased, still close enough to feel his breath against your skin.
“Yeah,” he confirmed, pulling you closer again, his thumb gently brushing along your jawline. “We should definitely make this a regular thing.”
You chuckled, settling back into the couch as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly. The rain outside had picked up again, tapping softly against the windows, but inside, the world felt warm and safe. Stiles, ever the fidgeter, started tracing lazy patterns on your hand, his other arm snug around your waist.
“This is nice,” he murmured after a while, his voice starting to grow a little drowsy.
You nodded, feeling the same contentment wash over you. “Yeah, it is.”
For a few more moments, neither of you said anything, just enjoying the quiet comfort of being together. Then, out of nowhere, Stiles perked up. “Wait, the cookies! Did I miss the cooling window?”
You laughed, shaking your head. “No, they’re still good. You want to grab some now?”
“Hell yes,” he said, jumping up with renewed energy. He dashed to the kitchen and returned, holding a plate of warm cookies in triumph. “I’ve survived another day in Beacon Hills, and I deserve this,” he declared, handing you one before taking a huge bite out of his own. His eyes closed in bliss. “Oh my God, these are perfect.”
You grinned, taking a bite yourself. “Only the best for the hero of Beacon Hills.”
Stiles beamed at you, chocolate smudging the corner of his mouth. “Okay, stop. You’re gonna make me blush.”
“You’re already blushing,” you teased, leaning in to kiss the chocolate from his lips. And just like that, you found yourselves kissing again, sweet and soft, the taste of cookies mixing with the warmth of the moment.
In that instant, the world outside faded away. No werewolves, no banshees, no looming threats. Just you and Stiles, in the calm of a stormy Beacon Hills night, knowing that whatever craziness came next, you had each other.
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In my opinion, if Theo hadn't been a Villain, the relationship with Stiles and Scott would have been beautiful!
Theo With Stiles would be the kind of friend who is sarcastic 24 hours a day, constantly cracking jokes and teasing him just to see him angry; with Scott he would be that kind of sweet, supportive friend!
Try to imagine interactions between these three! When is an enemy present? The three gathered at the table deciding what to do so as not to die and Scott with his puppy eyes waiting for Stiles to formulate a sensible plan but on the other side there is Theo who makes inappropriate comments completely criticizing the plan only to push it to the limit Stiles' patience and when Scott then repeats Stiles' entire formulated plan, Theo would say "great plan, Scotty!"!
I WOULD LIKE TO READ A THIAM WITH THIS FRIENDSHIP AHHHHHH
#teen wolf#theo raeken#stiles stilinski#scott maccall#thiam#liam dunbar#theo x liam#friendship#my opinion
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Begin Again Chapter 2
Summary: Ever since Bella came back to Forks things between y/n and her boys have been different. Embry and Quil stopped answering phone calls and texts, they’ve even been avoiding her everytime she shows up at their house. So y/n does the only thing she can think to do, she latches onto Jacob just like Bella, and when he starts acting like Embry and Quil did, she makes the decision to not put so much effort into a friendship that is clearly one sided. But what happens one day when Sam’s pack is in town at the same time as y/n and her new friends and two certain boys imprint on their former best friend? And what happens when a former best friend doesn’t feel the same way?
Authors note: Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! I am actually so freaking excited that so many people liked the first chapter. When I posted this I never thought that I would be getting any kind of traction or reads but the 20 people that liked my first chapter are really making me feel good about myself and my writing skills. I don't know how consistent my chapter updating will be I have a really hard time with sticking to things but the enthusiasm i'm feeling after posting for the first time is really making my productivity flow.
Not beta read, lemme know If there are any egregious spelling or grammar errors and I will 100% go back and fix it
Word count: 1.8k
Embry Call x Fem!Swan!Reader x Quil Ateara
Slight Stiles Stlinski x Reader
Chapter 1 | Master list | Chapter 3
For the next two weeks your routine is almost exactly the same. You meet Scott and Stiles by your locker every morning and sit with their friends at lunch. It is such a crazy thing to think that if you had gotten to school any later that day then you would have never met them. And looking back, you can’t imagine not being friends with them now. They were filling the void that Embry and Quil had left in your heart.
Your life was looking up and you were doing great, even Bella seemed to be doing better. She was hanging out with you and Jacob, and had even started going out with some of the kids from school. You and Stiles were getting closer to each other too. You spent most of your time in class, the ones you shared, talking to him and goofing off. You both had gotten in trouble a few times but that didn't deter you from talking. Like now.
“Hey, so I was thinking about going into town this weekend, I need to do some clothes shopping and I was wondering, if perhaps, you’re free?” You had been meaning to ask him for the past few days but you had only now just worked up the courage. It was the first time you would be spending any time together outside of school and you were nervous.
“Oh, uhh. Yeah totally!” His response was almost instant and the way that his cheeks turned a light pink told you that he didn't mean to answer you that fast. “Um, I mean, Yeah. I’m down to go with you.” Stiles blushed even harder and then turned forward to pay attention to what the teacher was saying.
“Okay, cool. I’ll come pick you up around noon on Saturday?”
“That’s good.” That was the end of the conversation. It seemed he was too caught up in the fact that you had asked him out to remember to talk to you for the rest of class.
After school that day Jacob was leaning on your car, waiting for you to come out. He had been doing this a lot lately, waiting for you to get out of school so he could get a ride from you back to the reservation. Which didn’t really make sense to you but you figured if he liked doing this then why change it.
“You will never guess what I did today.” It was the first thing that came out of your mouth when you got close enough to him. You couldn't wait to tell him about your hang out with Stiles on Saturday. “I asked Stiles on a date and he said yes!” You couldn't contain your excitement. It was too hard to give him the time to guess what you did so you decided to just tell him.
“Wow, that's a big step for you.” Jacob smiled, glad to see you happy. He knew that after the last few months you had that you deserved all the happiness you could get. “When are you going? Your sister asked me to go to the movies with her and this Mike guy on Sunday night and I really don't want to have to deal with it all alone.”
“Well, we’re hanging out Saturday afternoon so I'm totally free to go with you guys on Sunday.” Jacob had had a crush on Bella for as long as you could remember, but you knew that he didn't want to be stuck in an awkward situation with her and some other guy.
“Sooooo?” Stiles drawled, “what exactly are we looking for? Or what exactly are you looking for?” You two had been out for about 2 hours now and so far all you had found was a puffy green jacket and a pair of fluffy brown socks, which you only bought because they matched Stiles eyes.
“I don’t know yet. I guess I'll know when I see it.” Your reply was nonchalant but you knew exactly what you were looking for. You just didn't want to let him know before you actually found it. Last week when you and your dad were in town you had seen a book that Stiles had been talking about religiously and with his birthday coming up you thought it would be the perfect gift.
“Do you want to grab lunch too or do you want to just eat at my house?” you ask him, not seeing the way he turns to look at you with heart eyes.
“We can go to the diner after you're done shopping.” He suggests.
“Yea totally.”
That’s when you heard it, the loud rumble of laughter from a group of boys at the other end of the street. You both looked up to where the noise came from. A slight gasp came from your parted lips as you saw Quil and Embry play fighting with the other boys from Sam’s group. Your face dropped as the two boys seemed to look up in unison and lock eyes with you.
“Do you know them? They look like they know you.” Stiles asked, looking over at you to see you in some kind of trance staring at them. “Hey, y/n/n? Are you okay?”
That seemed to snap you out of whatever daze you were stuck in. You looked away from them and back to Stiles before nodding and grabbing his hand to drag him into the nearest building. Which happened to be the bookstore you were looking for in the first place.
“Sorry about that, they were just some old friends of mine. We don't really talk anymore and I haven’t seen them in some time so it was kind of shocking.” The apology spilled out of your mouth before you could stop it but that make it untrue. It was hard seeing them like that, happy and having fun when they left you feeling the way that they did. But you also couldn't help feeling a sort of resentment at them.
“Nah it’s alright.” He dismissed taking a look around the bookstore. You had completely forgotten why you were in this store for a second, but when you remembered you had to hurry and spot the book before he could.
Luckily you were able to find it and discreetly buy it while he looked around the store and grabbed a few things off the shelfs. When he was done checking out you slipped your hand into his, locked fingers, and led him out of the store.
They had never felt like this before. As they locked eyes with you they saw their future flash before their eyes. You, Embry, Quil, and a happy little family. The euphoria and sense of calm that washed over them as they saw all of this was the most exquisite feeling either of the boys had ever felt. It was like nothing they had ever experienced and they had an inkling that they would never feel it again without you.
When they watched you grab that boy's hand and run off it was like their entire world came crashing down. Their hearts, now beating in unison, felt like they were cracking. Before they could ever have you, you were gone and with someone else. Embry looked away first, face crumbling under the weight of these newfound emotions. He had never felt anything so fast, and to have it all ripped away from him so suddenly felt like a knife right into his soul.
Quill was no better. The two boys had always shared everything growing up, they were the closest to each other of all the pack members. So it made sense that they would imprint on the same girl. And of course that girl would be their childhood best friend. The same girl they pinned after for years before turning for the first time and never speaking to her again. It was the hardest thing they ever had to do, and now, because of their actions, they were reaping the consequences.
The dejection and rejection they were feeling was amplified by each other, every emotion coursing through their veins heightened by what the other was feeling. They wanted to whine and curl up into a ball at your feet and beg you to forgive them for the rest of their lives if that's what it took to make it up to you.
It seemed as though the other boys around them knew not to say anything. No teasing remarks or mocking jabs were taken at the expense of the boys. All of them could sense that Embry and Quil had just imprinted on you. Everyone saw the way that you ran off like the sight of them would burn you if you looked for too long.
“Come on, I think it’s time to head back.” it was Sam who spoke up. Always the one to take charge and take the lead in situations where no one knew what to do. But even now, he was struggling to find the right words to say or the right actions to take that could help these boys. He had never heard of an imprintee rejecting their mate.
“No, but, we should go talk to her.” Embry whined out. Just the thought of leaving you behind after just finding out that he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with you sounded like agony. He would rather never be able to shift again than leave without you.
“I think it's pretty clear that she doesn’t want to talk to either of you right now. Give it time. Think about how you want to approach her, what you’ll say. Right now is not the time or place for any of this, especially after that reaction.” Sam reasoned. He knew that getting everyone back to the pack house right now was his only option. He couldn't let Quil or Embry do something stupid and impulsive that could put people in danger.
Everyone could see the way that the two boys hesitated to do what Sam asked. The longing and desire to be with you, so present in their eyes that they were waiting for something to happen. So Sam did the only reasonable thing he could think to do in that moment, and he commanded everyone to head back to the pack house at that instant.
Begrudgingly Embry and Quil did as they were told and turned around to head back to the house. Looking back every so often, while the shop you had disappeared into was still in sight, to see if they could catch another glimpse of you through the windows or see you leaving. Just as the shop was about to disappear from their view the door gently swung open and you walked out laughing, head thrown back and a hand on your stomach as you full body cackled at whatever the mystery boy you were with voiced. Said boy, who was holding your other hand as he exited the building after you.
It tore their hearts even further in two. So with their tails, real and figurative, tucked between their legs they made their way back. Heads hung low and spirits completely drained.
What had started out as a normal Saturday had officially become one of the worst days of their lives.
#embry call imagine#embry call x reader#quil ateara x reader#teen wolf#twilight#twilight saga#twilight x reader#twilight imagine#stiles stilinksi x reader#stiles stilinski imagine#teen wolf imagine
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40 | Double Trouble
Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf
Paring: (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: none
| MASTERLIST |
The next morning Julia was with Lydia and Kira trying to figure out what her notes actually were. "Remember the rules. No more than six people are allowed in the lake house." Their mom hands over the key.
"Actually you said seven because I told you about Isaac." Julia corrects her.
"Fine make it eight because I hate odd numbers. Also stay out of the wine. And if anything gets broken, it's getting added to your credit card debt." Their mom adds looking at Lydia who agrees, "And lock up the basement. From all the scratch marks I found on the walls, it looked like a pack of wild animals got down there." She adds before leaving them.
"We should've put boxing gloves on Malia." Julia laughs.
"Little off topic, umm last night." Lydia looks at her.
"Ooh what happened last night?" Kira asks.
"Nothing..." Julia looks away.
"Did you forget I was home or just didn't care?" Lydia laughs at her, "You're lucky mom was out. You and Isaac were-,"
Julia covers her mouth, "Shut up!" She rushes out of the classroom embarrassed.
When Scott and Isaac get to school they see Liam talking to one of his friends before rushing off as he saw Scott, "It's gonna be rough in the beginning. You accidently introduced him to a whole new world." Isaac says following Scott to talk to Liam.
"Thanks for the pep talk."
The two plus Stiles block him in the hall saying they needed to talk to him, "No, you need to back the hell up, okay? Both of you. The three of you." Liam corrects himself.
"Hey, I didn't kidnap you. Scott did, I was with someone then got food." Isaac tells him.
"Isaac, not helping." Stiles huffs.
"Liam... we're brothers now." Scott tells him and it confuses the hell out of him.
"Oh, god. That's..." Stiles couldn't believe him as well.
"And you think I'm not the helpful one." Isaac shakes his head.
"What are you talking about? We just met and you bit me."
"The bite... The bite is a gift." Scott adds.
"Scott, stop. Please stop." Stiles tells him.
"Listen kid, umm they're," Isaac stays but Scott looks at him, "We're trying to help you, you little runt."
"By kidnapping me?" Liam asks him.
"Again I was with Julia before she left because Scott needed her. Remember you ran past me when I got home." Isaac points at him so Stiles also clarifies Scott kidnapped him.
"Liam, I've gone though this before and so has Isaac. Something's happening to you. Something big." Scott tells him.
"Nothing's happening to me. Nothing." He shows the bite was gone so they look at him.
"Yeah, because that's normal." Isaac says as he walks off.
"Don't you have Julia to bug?" Stiles turns to look at him.
"Actually I do." He smiles at him, "I should get my time in before you start bugging her again since y'all made up." He leaves them.
Scott looks at Stiles before laughing, "I thought you can't stand him especially around Julia and now you send him to her?"
"Wait a minute.. He said he was with Julia before everything."
"He did. What about it?" Scott asks so he takes off to find the two and he does at their lockers.
As he stood around the corner he wish he had super hearing to hear their conversation, "What are you doing?" Malia startles him.
"Do me a favor. What are they talking about?" Him points over at the two so Malia listens in.
"Studying about Econ. Why am I telling you?" She asks confused.
"Can you get anything from them?"
"Stiles..." Malia looks at him, "Why do you care about them? I know we have gone over this when we first got together and you said you didn't like her anymore so why do you care about her with Isaac?"
"Because she's still my friend and I still can't stand him. So what do you get?"
"If you're asking if they have hooked up?" She starts and he says yes quickly, "Then yes they have. Last night was the first time and don't ask how I know." She leaves his side.
Later during school Lydia, Scott, Kira, Stiles, Julia, Isaac, and Malia were discussing what to do with Liam. Malia says she won't share her basement which Lydia points out that it is hers and Julia's basement and that their mother knows how Malia tore it up last time. Scott says they'll use the boat house for Liam because it has support beams to which they can chain him. Lydia suggests they tell Liam there is a party and invite him.
"Julia can invite him. She's warm and welcoming." Stiles points at her.
"I doubt he'll listen to me. After Scott kidnapped Liam he called me over so he knows I'm part of y'all's group." Julia explains so they look to Lydia to seduce or trick Liam into coming to the lake house, but she says she is done with teenage boys and suggests they use the trickster to play a trick on him.
At night at the lake house waiting inside for awhile, Kira finally shows up with Liam coming in. Both Julia and Stiles wave then Stiles says to think of it as an intervention. "You, Isaac and me are werewolves, Lydia and Julia are Banshees, Malia is a werecoyote, and Kira is a Kitsune which is basically a fox. I'm the Alpha of the pack and you and Bella are my Betas because I bit you both." Scott explains what everyone is.
"Werewolves, Werecoyote, Banshees, and Fox." Liam says so Kira supplies the word Kitsune. Liam then turns to Stiles, "What are you?"
"For a little while I was possessed by an evil spirit. It was very evil." He tells him.
"Yeah, kidnapped me a lot and hurt me. And basically killed and hurt others." Julia adds.
"What are you now?" Liam asks him
"Better.. um." Stiles says not know what to say looking around.
Liam notices the chains and restraints on the coffee table and asks if those are for him. Malia says they're hers and makes her eyes glow blue. Liam is taken back and demands to know how she did it. Scott says he'll learn after he gets through the full moon. Liam resists when they begin to explain that he's already feeling the effects. He gets angrier and angrier until his hearing is overwhelmed by a noise only he can hear. Scott cocks an ear to listen and a car pulls into the drive. Liam admits that he told Mason about the party and Mason apparently invited everyone. Liam's nails shift into claws and he begins to scratch the floor.
Lydia freaks out a bit and demands that they get him off the floors. Liam rises up, bares his fangs, and growls at Lydia. Scott, Kira, and Isaac rush him to the boat house. Malia is suddenly overwhelmed by her transformation and growls at Stiles who rushes her off to the basement.
"Umm, what are we supposed to do with the hordes gathering outside the door?" Julia asks.
"Who throws the best parties in Beacon Hills?"
"What? Me, obviously." Lydia tells him.
"Okay, then throw a party." He leaves with Malia.
"We are so dead." Julia walks to the door with Lydia.
They open the door to find more than 30 people lined up to get inside. Mason and Garret are in front and ask if they're in the right place for the party. Lydia forces a grimace-like smile and says absolutely. The crowd cheers and flood inside as we open the door all the way.
"Okay, now we make sure no one ruins anything." Julia sighs causing Lydia to whine.
A few minutes pass Isaac comes back and sees some freshman messing with more wine bottles, "Hey, HEY! Leave those bottles unopened! The beer is in the kitchen!" He yells rush over to them before they open the bottles.
"Thank you." Julia takes the bottles from him.
"You two are panicking so badly because of the money issue right now. Not worry, I'll keep an eye out for y'all." He rubs her shoulders.
Once the party had died down Julia asked Lydia where the hell has she been when she sees her with Kira, "I got the key." Lydia tells her and watches her with Kira getting on the computer typing in Allison.
They all watch all the cryptic writing turns into names and numbers confusing Kira and Isaac so Julia tells them it was a Deadpool.
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The next day, Stiles texts Julia to come over and she didn't question it heading over to his house, "What am I apart of now? We haven't done this in forever." She enters his room looking down at her phone before putting it away.
"Our murder board." He tells her as he messes with pictures he printed to put up.
"Our murder board or yours?" She asked not getting where ours came from.
"I said it right the first time, ours." He looks over at her.
"Alright then." She tosses her bag aside, "So we know the Walcott's were the first."
"And there was four murders." He puts the photos up.
"Sean, his brother, and their parents." She hands him the next one to put up, "Killed by a professional assassin."
"The Mute. And weapon choice a military tomahawk." He adds as Julia starts to write down notes.
"But he was killed by Peter when he was trying to kill Derek at the school with a Claymore mine." She goes over what they were told.
"Demarco was next after delivering the keg to the party." Stiles says picking up the next photo.
"And he was decapitated outside his car, but with a special type of tool because there was no blood puddle and it left a burn." Julia points out to him.
"Correct and last night, 23 year old Carrie Hudson."
"So a family of wendigos, and two werewolves so far." Julia sighs looking at the board.
"Let's hope we can figure out how to stop this before more get killed." He plops down onto his bed.
"They aren't just being killed they're being murdered." Julia corrects him.
"Same difference." He gives her a look.
"Not really. To kill is to cause a death. Murder is a subset of killing. Basically, it means to kill intentionally and without lawful excuse or justification. All murders are killings, but not all killings are murders." She sees him just staring at her, "You can kill someone in self defense, but you can't murder someone in self defense." She uses a simple example.
He still just stares at her starting to smile, "You're almost as odd as me."
Julia can't help but laugh, "That's why we make a perfect team." She says as her phone goes off, "What? I told you I was busy for a while." She tells Isaac.
"I forgot my jacket at your house. Is your mom home or Lydia are home to let me in?" He asks her.
"Do you need it that bad? Umm, I believe my mom is home so she should let you in. If not the spare key in the blue plant pot in the fake rock. Put it back how you found it if you use it."
"Thank you, bye." He ends the call.
"Isaac?" Stiles says.
"Yeah, he forgot his jacket in my room and he apparently needs it." She rolls her eyes.
"You two got close because of me, huh?"
"You mean when you abandoned me? Then yes. Which I mean, I do need more friends than just you and Scott." She laughs.
"You have Lydia, Kira, and Malia as well."
Julia wanted to tell him her and Malia weren't exactly friends because she would constantly tell her how Stiles picked her, how she didn't like her at times, made fun of her since she could sense her feeling. Julia knew Malia wasn't the best since she spent most of her time as a coyote but she still didn't like her at times. She was just nice because that's how she was. Not to mention she was part of the pack and Stiles girlfriend.
"Lydia is my sister, she doesn't count." Julia tells him.
"Not that it's any of my business...but do you have a thing for Isaac?" He asks her.
"Why do you wanna know?" She laughs at him before Lydia calls saying she needs her so she tells Stiles she had to leave.
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