#stiles fanficiton

[stereknation]

But Not With Haste by uraneia 

Summary: It's been years since Derek escaped from the hunters who killed his family and bound him in his human form. He travels solo, never staying in one place, keeping under the radar--until a skinny, smart-mouthed kid stows away in the back of his truck.

Four months ago Stiles's first kiss put his best friend in a coma. His dad gave him a couple hundred bucks and a hug and told him to run. By the time Stiles witnesses the cage fighter known as Wolverine take out a shotgun and its wielder with his bare hands, he's got a plan. He knows there's a school in New York for kids like him. All he has to do is get there.

OR, in which Derek is the werewolf version of Wolverine and Stiles is Rogue and the plot of X-Men progresses accordingly, with a few notable deviations.

Rating: Explicit 

Main Character(s): Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski 

Additional Character(s): Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Sheriff Stilinski, Aiden, Ethan, Kali, Deucalion

Pairing(s): Derek Hale / Stiles Stilinski

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Alternate Universe - Mutants, First Kiss, First Time, Getting Together, Angst, Slow Build, Oral Sex, Frottage, Hand Jobs

Words: 20,776

Chapters: 1/1

[therulerofallpotatos]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Curious what ur fav fics of yours are? 👀🖤🩷

Like ever?Like my five favorite fics of ever? oh boy ok lemme pull up the list

Well immediately I Bit Him so He's Mine is coming to the top of the list which isn't even done yet but is sitting rn at around 40k, is my longest project ever and officially novel length. Between the writing a murder mystery, writing a low fantasy adventure, the gothic/fairytail romance, the hyde wednesday/hyde tyler scenes, the subplots, and the fact that I'm not able nor do i want to rely on psychic visions for information, this is the most involved and exciting project I've probably ever done. Before Wednesday, I hadn't really sat down and written a proper drawn out mystery plot and this is the first where there were no psychic visions either. It's also officially longer than my Absolution novella which is not on this list just because that fic was one of the first I ever wrote and it shows. (though it is special to me because of that)

2. I'll add Wandering in the Dark because it was born of a prompt that my hs senior english teacher gave the class for a project that'd been anticipated (or dreaded depending on who you were) all semester. Basically, we all got to draw a disease (chronic I believe or at least mine was) out of a hat and then just do whatever we wanted writing a story with it. He gave me complete creative freedom. I wrote steter fanfiction which is also why it reads for someone who isn't familiar with teen wolf. I got an A.

3. My Lost Soul (Lead Me to Redemption) was my baby for a long time. It was one of the first pieces I ever wrote in a creative writing class which I then rewrote as sterek fanficiton and evolved into a whole series with Derek, Stiles, and Peter becoming the Hale Pack again. My writing style and quality drastically changes from beginning to end and there's something special about getting to see that firsthand reading this series. I'm sure it would only have continued if I hadn't lost steam for the story.

4. This is not a fair game. I'm not even left my teen wolf list yet.

4. I suppose I'll put Have You Seen Me? because idk I just like it. I like it a lot. I like exploring Tyler immediately after the cave. I like the title and the way the summary is just Tyler's wanted poster. I like how it leads into Wednesday going to Nevermore and I like how they interact with each other and Tyler being an Addams

5. Hold Me Close and it's sister fic Pin Me Down (to be posted) will have to take place as well. I'm counting both because I love them for the same reason. I've been writing officially since 2016 and for at least as long I always knew that I would eventually write my own fuck or die/sex pollen fic and that I'd take the approach of approaching the potential trauma and very present vulnerability present in the premise. Plus, the sex marathon aspect was a good writing challenge to stretch out the sex scene long enough to actually feel like a marathon reading it. Hold Me Close's sex scene was around 3000 words. Pin Me Down's sex scene is 3455 words long.

Honorable mentions for an abandoned multi-chap from high school that I hadn't thought about for years solely because I recently went to a convention where I met a lot of local authors and talked their ears off about writing and the genres we do and our current projects (and I had plenty due to wyler week and the bingo) and this one author recognized my ao3 alias and loved the fic in question. Mark Me an Angel for the hannigram fandom which also is a good example of why you plan a basic plot/direction when you start something.

[lettersofwrittencollective]

The Pull (76/?)

Summary: The Ragnulf’s are one of the oldest lines of werewolves known. A gift from ancient times was gifted to them. Though not all of the line will experience it. There are some who will experience a Pull. This Pull leads them to their true mate, a soulmate. The problem is, just because the wolf finds their true mate does not mean that they are the same for that person.

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective​

Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)

Word count: 2388

Warnings: Bad descriptions of fighting, There’s no stasha this episode... Don’t kill me! 

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You’re standing off to the side with Derek, waiting for Sheriff to give you guys the go-ahead. A police helicopter is flying over, floodlight on as the force tries to find whoever it was that had taken out Sean. People in uniform swarming in and around the hospital trying to find any possible leads. 

The chaos is unsurprising in the aftermath of finding a dead patient and as you watch, you have an uncomfortable feeling of familiarity… like it was when Void had been up to his games and your hand moves up to touch the kanji on your ear. 

Closing your eyes you focus on this moment, reminding yourself that Void isn’t here… 

“Let’s get everyone off the roof,”  you can hear Sheriff telling Parrish, “And uh… see if you can stall the M.E. for five minutes. I’ve got an expert of my own coming in to take a look.”

“You have an expert on teenage cannibals?” is the deputies' unbelieving response.  

Your lips pull up into a small quirk at the amount of trust Sheriff shows in you and your family and at Parrish’s response.

It doesn’t take long for the rest of the deputies to clear out and Sheriff walks over to you and Derek, “You’ve been there long enough to hear we’ve gotta be quick about this.” He pointed out as he made his way up to the two of you before asking, “So what is it?”

“A Wendigo,” you tell him. At the Sheriff’s confused expression, you clarify, “Cannibalistic shapeshifters….”

“But I haven’t heard of them in Beacon Hills for a long time,” Derek tells the two of you, “They must have been extremely well hidden.”

No one says anything but a changing wind catches Derek’s attention and he turns around for a moment. You have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from reacting when you realize he’s caught Scott's scent and, if you’re right, Liams.  

A moment later, he confirms your thought process when he asks, “How many people did Scott say were up here?”

“Just Sean and the ax-murderer,” Sheriff tells Derek, “who apparently had no mouth. You know anything about that?” 

Derek turns to look at you and the two of you have a quick, silent conversation. Whatever Scott’s up to - it apparently involves Liam but until you know for sure what it is, it’s probably best not to say a word. 

“Alright, “ Noah says when Derek doesn’t respond, “Anything special about how they die or… anything?”

At this, you look over to Derek. You don’t know much about how other creatures die but you know that some have burial rites in order to be able to actually rest and there are some that can just be buried. 

Derek looks thoughtful for a moment before shaking his head, “None that I can think of. The good news is that unless the coroner digs around, the feeding teeth should stay receded.” 

“Receded?” Sherriff questions and Derek nods his head. 

“Wendigo’s have a set of feeding teeth, the fangs, that usually only show up when they’re feeding. They retract above the regular teeth outside of that,” Derek explains. “As long as the coroner doesn’t dig too close near the gums, you won’t have to answer any questions.”

You find yourself surprised by the information and Sheriff looks just as confused as you do but nods his head after a moment’s pause. The sound of a banging door catches both yours and Derek’s attention and you realize that Parrish has held off the Coroner as long as he can - it’s time to go. 

The two of you quickly make your way off the roof, thankful for fire escapes. 

***

Pulling up to Scott’s house, Stiles had wondered what it was that his friend needed help with and why exactly he was being so secretive. 

As he walks up to the house, Scott opens the back door and Stiles walks in, “I told my dad everything I could.”

“But you didn’t tell him about Liam?” Scott clarifies 

Stiles shakes his head as he points out, “You barely told me about Liam!” 

Realizing that there is no annoying little brat anywhere in sight so he asks, “What���d you do with him anyway?”

Scott seems reluctant when he says, “He’s upstairs.”

“Doing what?”

“Laying down…” Scott drags out and Stiles knows that he’s hiding something but decides against saying anything and follows him up the stairs. 

Scott goes into his room but still, Stiles doesn’t see Liam.  He follows as Scott walks to the bathroom and a moment later he’s pulling back the curtain to reveal a terrified looking Liam covered in duct tape. Liams thrashing around and Stiles turns his shocked expression to Scott who grimaces as he lets the curtain fall and the two of them make their way back to Scott’s room where they sit on the edge of the bed. 

“So you bit him?” Stiles clarifies. 

“Yeah…”

“And you kidnapped him.”

“Yeah,” Scott confirms with a nod of his head. 

“Then brought him here?”

“I panicked,” Scott tries to defend himself. 

“Yup,” Stiles says, trying not to scoff before turning to look back at the bathroom door, “This isn’t going to end up with us burying the pieces of his body out in the desert is it?”

Liams muffled cries become more panicked and Stiles has to remind himself that it’s likely that Liam's sense of hearing has developed and he’s probably terrified. 

Trying not to groan, he turns to Scott, “As a reminder, this is why I always come up with the plans. Your plans suck.”

“I know,” Scott points out, “Which is why I called you.”

There’s a moment of silence before Scott asks, “So, what do we do?”

“We’re going to have to explain it.”

They move to grab Liam and it isn’t long before they’ve got him situated in Scott’s desk chair. The boys' eyes are flicking back and forth between the two of them and Stiles moves to stand in front of Liam, “Liam, we're going to take the tape off your mouth. If you scream, it goes right back on. If you talk quietly, it stays off. Got it?”

Liam's eyes go back and forth between Scott and Stiles before he nods his head quickly. 

“Okay,” Stiles says before motioning for Scott to remove the tape. 

Scott doesn’t seem to get the picture and so Stiles reaches out and pulls the tape off Liam’s mouth, who makes a pained grunt as the tape comes off.

“Alright Liam,” Stiles begins, “now you've seen a lot of confusing things tonight. And more confusing things are going to happen because of the confusing things that happened tonight. Do you understand?”

“Not really,” Liam says with a shake of his head.

“Good…” Stiles mutters, “that’s good.”

“I don’t understand either,” Scott points out and Stiles glances between the two of them. 

Shaking his head, Stiles sighs, “We need to tell him.”

“Tell me what?” Liam asks, his voice is skeptical and annoyed. 

Stiles can see how uncomfortable Scott is but there’s really no way to get past this outside of telling the little shit what’s happening. 

Eventually, Scott begins, “Liam… what happened to you. What I did to you... Which I had to do in order to save you… it, it’s going to change you.”

“Unless it kills you,” Stiles points out, almost subconsciously. When he sees the flash of terror run across Liam’s features he realizes his mistake and shakes his head, “Probably shouldn’t have said that…”

“What?” Liam asks, his voice broken as small sniffles begin to filter out of him.

“Uh…” Stiles begins, unsure of what he’s seeing when the sniffles begin to become actual tears, “Is he… is he crying?”

“Hey, Liam,” Scott tries, “ You’re okay. You’re going to be alright.” Liam however, either does not hear Scott or chooses to ignore him and Scott has to tell him, “You’re not going to die.”

“Probably not,” Stiles points out. 

He watches as Scott turns and practically growls at him, “Stop it.”

Crossing his arms, Stiles raises an eyebrow at his longtime friend,“He deserves to know the truth, Scott.” Crossing over to the new, possible, beta, Stiles starts working on the tape and rope, “Would you help me untie him?”

Once they have him untied, both boys step back from Liam, showing they mean no additional harm.

“Liam?” Scott begins, “Are you okay?”

“We’re sorry about that,” Stiles tries, “We’re really sorry.”

The room falls silent for a moment and Stiles is trying to figure out how to help out this poor kid when said kid is picking up the chair he’d been tied in just a few moments ago.

Feeling Scott being thrown into him, Stiles is knocked into the dresser closest to the door.

“Liam, what the hell is your…” Stiles asks as he pushes himself back against the dresser only to be met with a fierce pain on the side of his face. It takes him a moment to realize that Liam punched him

Pushing off the dresser, he and Scott fall into the hallway where he sees Liam standing there, like a deer in the headlights. 

“Get him!” he yells at Scott and the two of them push themselves up before rushing towards the boy. The three of them end up tumbling down the stairs and Stiles reaches out, grabbing the boy.

“Leg!” he calls out, “I got him! I got him! I got him!”

He stops struggling and ends up locking eyes with Scott. Scott who’s leg he’s currently holding. Scott who is glaring at him. 

Letting go of Scott's leg, he feels Scott practically throw away his leg. The two of them turn and look over towards the front door that’s now wide open. 

“Your plan sucked too,” Scott practically growls. 

Stiles can’t help it, when he speaks, there’s a growl of his own, “No, this was trying to fix your plan. You can’t make shit smell like roses Scott.”

Scott looks over to Stiles, frustration bordering on anger on his face and Stiles raises an eyebrow at his friend. There’s a dark look on Scott's face for a moment before it shifted to surprise. 

***

You’d swung by Peter’s after leaving Derek at the hospital. While you were curious about what was going on with Scott you were also curious what Braeden may have found so you’d dragged your oldest cousin over to Derek’s loft so that the three of you could have a little family pow-wow about the missing money. 

Walking into the loft with Peter, who’s reading one of Braeden's reports, you notice that it seems like Derek’s not home but one of the silent alarms seems to be going off. Turning the alarm off, you call out for your older cousin. 

You make your way to the stairs and call out for your cousin again when a whooshing sound catches your attention. Turning around you watch as Peter falls to his knees. 

“Peter!” you scream as you run towards him. 

As you near him there’s another whooshing sound and you drop down. Looking up you see a man in a grey jumpsuit of some sort and with no mouth. 

The same guy Sheriff had told you about. 

Growling you extend your claws and make your way towards him. He has nothing to throw at you so you’re able to rush after him and you move to attack him. 

You’re not sure how he’s doing it but a moment later a robotic voice is saying, “Don’t worry Peter… Derek’s next…right after...”

You cut him off by launching yourself at him and the robotic voice is muffled as the two of you tumble against the floor. You manage to get the upper hand and you’re punching him in the side of the face when he manages to flip you. 

He moves to punch you but a roar and a blur distract you and a moment later you can feel his weight move off you. 

Getting up, you watch as the man fights against Peter. You’re not sure how but quickly, the man without the mouth, the Mute, managest to get away. You manage to pull his glove off. Both you and Peter try to attack the man on two ends but he throws something at his feet and a bright light flashes out, a flash grenade, blinding both you and Peter. 

When you open your eyes again, it takes a few minutes to readjust but, eventually, you find that the loft is empty again. 

“What the hell was that?” you growl out and Peter shakes his head, “Nothing good.”

He pulls you to him and you can tell that he’s checking you over, looking for an injury when you realize that the center of his shirt is covered in blood with a tear in the very center. 

Gasping, you reach over and move to check his own wounds.

“What the hell made this?”

“Tomahawk…” he answered with his own scoff, motioning towards a metal axe on the floor not too far from the two of you. 

It’s silver all over the place and you make your way over to it. Picking up the axe, you realize that this may very well be the thing that Braeden had been talking about. 

“Military grade…” you point out to Peter who nods his head at you. 

“Military grade,” he confirms. 

“You need to go talk to Braeden,” you tell him.

“That we do…” Peter trails off as he takes the axe from you. 

It takes a couple moments but the two of you realize that the axe is covered in wolfsbane. 

“Peter?” 

Thankfully Derek shows up not long after. The three of you work together and realize that no one’s sure what kind of wolfsbane it is which means the safest thing to do will be to burn it out. As long as it’s not Emerald Wolfsbane… he’ll be fine.

Once the Wolfsbane is burned out, your pulling Peter to his feet. He turns to Derek, “He said he was after you.”

“How does a guy with no mouth say anything?” Derek’s voice sounds unconvinced. 

Reaching onto the table, you grab the glove with the machine on it. 

“This,” you tell him, “looks like some kind of speaking device.”

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A/N: Guys, I cannot tell you how excited I am to be getting to writing/posting this again. I hope that you enjoy this as much as I do! Let me know what you thought! Comments, reblogs, asks… all of these things let me know how you’re feeling about the story and give me life! As a reminder, my taglist doc had gone poop and so I have created a new one, let me know if you would like to be added!

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Posted 19 February 2020 

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Omg so excited, I love your writing!! What about “shh. there’s people in the other room.” with Stiles?? He’s such a little shit, you know he’d be down for some semi-public shenanigans lol

I've never written Stiles beforeeee!

I'm kind of excited to give it a go! I know his vibes and he's always been one of my favorite characters. This kind of behaviour is totally in-keeping with his nonsense ;)

Prompt list HERE

Thank My Caffeine Addiction

You hated that this stupid stranger had managed to turn you into a simpering idiot. This never happened. How many thousand people had you served coffee to over the years? How many cute guys had tried to get your number? More than you could fucking count, and yet here this dark-haired boy in his white button-up and black slacks was standing on the other side of the counter making you feel like English was your 15th language.

He dug his wallet out of his pocket while you gathered yourself enough to even ask him for his order.

"What can I get you?" you asked, clearing your throat.

"Anything with enough caffeine to put down a horse," he said, his eyes bugging a bit as he pulled a few bills.

You laughed and when he looked up at you, he smiled. "Little early for a red eye, but..."

"What's in that?" he asked, tapping the bills in his hand on the counter.

"It's uh..." Your gaze flicked down to his hand and you swallowed. He had to have nice hands. Just had to. "Coffee with an espresso shot in it." It had been nearly two weeks he'd been coming in here for coffee every morning and it seemed like every time you found something new and annoyingly attractive about him.

"That's a start," he said with a sweet smile.

"Venti?" you ask, typing his order into the computer

"If that's the biggest one, then yes," he let out a little laugh.

You shook your head and complete his order, pausing when the prompt enter his name popped up. You knew it. Of course you did. It was one of those annoying attractive things. Unusual and intruiging. But you didn't want him to think you were some kind of a creep for remembering it.

"Name?" you asked, not able to look up at him.

"Stiles."

You finalized the order and he handed you the money before you have a chance to read out the total. He's smiled at you, holding onto the bills when you tried to take them.

"What's yours?"

The lights from the glass pastry display lit his features, making his brown eyes look like sweet honey.

"Huh?"

"Your name?" he said, his tongue quickly darting out to wet his lips.

Shit. Your name. That's easy. Just say it. Say your name. This was taking so long you were sure the second-hand awkwardness was wearing off on the person in line behind him.

Your co-worker stepped up behind you, placing his hand on your shoulder, and said it. Oh, God. This was making the whole thing feel like fodder for one of those stories you tell about how you made yourself look like a complete ass in front of a hot guy.

"Nice to meet you. Officially...anyway." His brows were knit the tiniest bit before he tipped his head and smiled.

You felt that heat rush to your cheeks and cursed it because you were sure he'd be able to tell you were blushing. This entire interaction was making you feel like you did when you were 12 years old and Camden Peters had invited you to his birthday party.

"Why don't you make his order while I take the next one?" Your coworker wasn't blind. He'd been picking at you for just about as long as Stiles had been coming in. This was an attack, but you couldn't very well do anything about it right now, so you agreed and sidestepped the til, grabbing a large cup and writing his name on it.

Stiles moved along the counter with you, waiting patiently as you poured his coffee, pressed some espresso beans into the portafilter and locked it in place.

You looked up to see him staring at you before he quickly looked away toward the windows. "Nice day," he said.

You looked over at the rain streaking down the windows and then back at him.

He had his lips pressed together in an awkward smile. Seeing the way the skin of his throat began to flush, you felt a little less stupid. Maybe he was feeling a little something for you too?

You smiled.

He looked down at his feet. "Smooth..." he said under his breath.

You caught the last few drips of the espresso, poured it into his coffee, and then covered it with a lid before you handed it to him. "There ya go. One venti red eye."

"Thanks," he said with a small nod. He looked down at the drink in his hand and the funny little expression on his face had you concerned.

"Something wrong?"

"No, no..." he looked up, drumming his fingers on his cup. "It's just... My name...It's spelled with an 'i'..." He was pointing at your handwriting, one of his eyes winked closed.

You'd written 'Styles' on every single one of his orders and you felt like an idiot, but if you asked him now, he'd tell you that the first day he'd walked out of the coffee shop and noticed it? That it was the moment he knew he was eventually going to have to gather the courage to ask you out.

Six months on, he tells that story a lot. It's like a choreographed dance. He also has that cup from the last day you spelled it wrong. It's sitting on a shelf above his desk. His sentimentality? Yet another of those annoyingly attractive qualities.

"What are we doin' tonight?" he asked, stepping out of the ensuite bathroom into the bedroom. He had a towel barely hanging onto his waist, the lines of his hips on proud display as he scrubbed his hands through his wet hair.

You had been standing at the mirror of your dresser in only your underwear rubbing lotion into your skin, but he'd sufficiently distracted you.

"Babe?"

"Sorry, what?"

"Tonight?" he asked, walking toward you. "Plans?" he grabbed your waist and shimmied you side-to-side.

It had been a long week for both of you and Stiles was working with a few other recruits on a difficult case that had him up late muttering over case files every night for the last two weeks. He had the next two days off and you were determined to make sure he'd enjoy them.

"Whatever you want," you smiled, looping your arms around his neck.

He was looking at your lips, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. "Whatever I want?"

You giggle a little bit when you feel his lips brush against your throat. "Mhm," you agreed.

"Starting now?" He pressed a wet kiss to your pulse point.

You nodded.

He walked you backward until you felt the bed against your thighs and he playfully shoved you onto it before he dropped his towel to the floor. "I want...all that..." he gestured to you.

It was hard not to stare at how impressively large he was, especially when he was hard, but your eyes always searched out his in moments like this. Because sometimes he looked at you like you were his last meal and he was on death row, and it felt so good.

He stepped closer to the bed and then dropped down to his knees. His hands crept up the length of your bare thighs as he pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee. "We'll go out to dinner..." his fingers curled around the top of your underwear.

You whimpered a little bit at his touch.

He peeled the thin black cotton down your legs and then flung it across the bedroom.

You looked down your body at him, at that giddy little smile he's wearing before he kissed up your thigh.

He grabbed your legs behind your knees and hauled you closer to the edge of the bed. "Startin' with dessert..."

You arched your back at the feeling of the first slick swipe of his hot tongue. His pretty mouth always felt so good. Those lips, that tongue. You'd developed a bit of a hypothesis that level of sarcasm was directly correlated to the ability to please with your mouth. It would explain a lot.

One of his hands gripped your waist while the other crept up your body until he was palming you through your bra.

"Stiles..." you moaned when the hand on your hip began to glide over your skin and down between your thighs.

He was good with his hands too. While he could be scattered and chaotic in just about every way, his focus when he was trying to get you off was unparalleled.

He ran his fingers along the slick of you and then slid one inside as he sucked your clit into his mouth. He curled his finger into that sweet spot inside you that made you curse so loud you felt his mouth disappear from you.

"Shh..." he grinned, his finger joined by a second as you covered your mouth to stifle your moan. "There are people in the other room... remember?"

You guys had roommates, but it wasn't like they hadn't heard you before. Stiles just liked to remind you that he could draw sounds out of you that were so loud your roommates almost always wore headphones when the two of you were in the same room.

He went back to work when you grabbed his hair and shoved him back between your thighs, and it didn't take him long to have you on the edge of release with those skilled fingers and that perfect fucking mouth working over you like the expert he'd become.

You felt his lips curl in a grin when you started to shake and quiver, tightening around his fingers every time he slid them in and out. You were right there, and he knew it. He swirled his tongue and pinned you down with his free hand as he picked up the pace with the fingers inside you until you were screaming out his name. Roommates be damned.

He kept his mouth on you during your come down, flicking his tongue and flattening it out over you to lap up the mess you made.

You propped yourself up on your elbow and ran your hand through his hair until he looked up at you. "Thank you..." you panted.

"Don't thank me," he winked, getting up from the floor and crawling up onto the bed, pulling you along with him until your head was cradled in pillows. "Thank my caffeine addiction..."

[littlemissagrafina]

we're all in this (together)

@comfortember Day 11. Holding Hands + 12. Concern

Summary: "Scott!" Stiles yelled, staggering through the trees towards the writhing form of his best friend. Crashing to his knees next to him, Stiles trusted the rest of the pack to protect them while he worked.

Taking in the black tendrils that were already snaking their way up from the bullet was still embedded in Scott's side. 

Shit, Stiles thought, his hands shaking for a small moment before he reined his panic in, instead shifting to try and inspect the bullet, muttering apologies when Scott grunted in pain.

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"Scott!" Stiles yelled, staggering through the trees towards the writhing form of his best friend. Crashing to his knees next to him, Stiles trusted the rest of the pack to protect them while he worked.

Taking in the black tendrils that were already snaking their way up from the bullet was still embedded in Scott's side. 

Shit, Stiles thought, his hands shaking for a small moment before he reined his panic in, instead shifting to try and inspect the bullet, muttering apologies when Scott grunted in pain. He ignored the blood already soaking through the Alpha's shirt.

"Scott. Hey. Scott, Buddy. This is a different strain of wolfsbane than normal. It's acting way too fast. I need to get the bullet out to see if I can extract any of it to burn this out, okay?" He looked at Scott, brown eyes meeting brilliant red.

"Do it." Scott panted, and Stiles could see him gritting his teeth from the corner of his eye as he rolled the bloody shirt up and out of the way of the angry wound.

Taking a deep breath, Stiles focused as much as he could with the wounds of growls and bullets still going off behind them. He stared at where he could see the bullet and the lines of black spiralling out across Scott's skin. He watched it slowly pull back out, making sure that he didn't cause any more damage than was already done.

Stiles breathed a sigh of relief when it lifted out finally and dropped down into his waiting hand. He broke the bullet open, eyeing the darker dust with disdain. Taking a moment, he gently grabbed Scott's skew jaw, and made him focus on him.

'I was right, it's not a normal strain. There's enough here to burn it out but it will take longer. This strain is more fireproof than others, so it's a bitch to burn." He explained, face grim.

"I've been messing around with my Spark since I took over from Deaton. There's a thing that I can do that's pretty much exactly like the pain drain that all you guys can do and–"

He was interrupted by Scott growling, his eyes flashing red and Stiles could feel his own flash their silvery white glow back at him. 

"No." He growled and Stiles glared at him, eyes still glowing.

"You would let any of the pack do it, you would do it (and have!) for me." Stiles snarled, sounding remarkably wolflike. "I'm your emissary, Scott, now shut up and hold my hand so I can burn you."

He didn't give the Alpha a chance to argue any more, grabbing his brother's hand and dumping the wolfsbane from the bullet into the wound. Stiles started siphoning the pain, summoning a small flame that I pressed against Scott's side.

Distantly, he was aware that there were no more growls and gunshots ringing through the trees.

His lungs froze, breath sticking in his chest as the waves of burning pain filled his senses. He refused to stop, not until Scott relaxed underneath his hands and his Spark told him that the wolfsbane was completely burned out.

The second he knew it was gone, he slumped forward over his brother, staring as the injury started healing, not looking away until it was gone. Only then did he stop draining Scott's pain but he didn't let go of his brother's hand.

He breathed, the waves of pain cut off when he'd released the intent, but there were phantom shocks of it dancing along his side.

Stiles sat back up, squeezing the hand he still held in his. "How are you feeling, Buddy?" He asked.

His Alpha frowned at him, a tightness around his mouth that Stiles wasn't used to seeing. "I'm fine, I promise. But I don't want you to do that again." He cut Stiles off, staring intently at him with still red eyes. The concern was clear in his voice and on his face. "Deaton told me that you might be able to do that one day. But I don't like it, Stiles. You can't heal as fast as us, even with your Spark and we can still be damaged irreparably or even die from draining too much pain from someone. I don't want you to hurt yourself just to protect us, to protect me. I won't let you do that to yourself."

Scott's eyes flickered back to brown, something fearful and sad in them that Stiles had seen reflected in his own for years.

"I can't lose you, too."

Stiles flung himself at his Alpha, his brother.

"I can't lose you either, Scotty. We've lost too many people, and I refuse to lose anyone else in our pack, in our family. But I'm your emissary, Scott. And you need to let me help and protect all of you, just like we let you do for us."

He squeezed his brother tighter to him, something relaxing in his chest when Scott rubbed his cheek against his shoulder, scenting him.

"We're in this together, okay?"

Scott nodded against him.

"Okay. Together." He echoed, and they both stood, walking to check on the rest of the pack, hands clasped between them.

Alpha and emissary. 

Brothers and family.

[blissfullylostinarabbithole]

Just a quick FYI in case anyone needs to see this: Teen Wolf begins in the winter. When they refer to their "first day back", they mean from winter break. I can see why it's confusing as they never say it outright, but the clues point to it being winter. Also, the term 'wolf moon' (the title of the first episode) is what January's full moon is called.

[stilinskishit]

Too Long (A Stiles Stilinski Fanfic) - Chapter 14

**First couple of posts have a different title but I changed it because I didn’t like it :)**

Summary: Teen Wolf with a female main character alongside Scott and Stiles? Here it is. Ramie McCall is Scott’s twin sister and best friends with both her twin and Stiles. The trio’s friendship means the world to all three of them, so what happens when there are more than friend type of feelings present?

Tags: @multi-madison​​ @purple286 @multifandxm353​ @bralessandflawless @5secondsofmoxley

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MASTERLIST

Chapter 14 - Hallucinate

Season 2, Episode 9

Ramie was having trouble processing a lot of things. First off, her brother almost died, which was scary enough as it is. But on top of that, it was one of her best friends’ mothers who had tried to do it. Ramie knew a friendship with Allison was going to be difficult from the second she found out that Allison’s family was basically out to get Scott, but once Allison and Scott agreed to keep things secret, Ramie thought that maybe things would be okay. And they seemed to be, until Ramie watched Derek drag Scott out of the club that night, saying Allison’s mother was trying to kill him using wolfsbane.

Ramie also didn’t know how to process that Derek had bit Allison’s mother, and Allison had no idea. She knew it wasn’t her place to tell Allison this information, but still felt really wrong about keeping the information from her. Scott insisted that they keep it all from Allison, for her own good. And Ramie agreed, but still felt bad. On top of all that, Jackson was still out there,  being controlled by someone who they had yet to unmask. And, Lydia insisted on inviting Jackson to her birthday party, which Ramie had found herself helping Lydia set up for.

Lydia’s parties were iconic in Beacon Hills, always huge, rambunctious and memorable. Ramie did her best to avoid them, always making excuses, but she never could miss Lydia’s birthday. Even though Ramie insisted she return it, Lydia had bought her a cheetah print slip dress to wear with the same black chunky combat booties Ramie always wore, and she had to admit, the outfit was pretty cute. It was definitely her style, and Lydia even allowed her to wear her layered chain necklaces she always wore. Lydia, of course, had many outfit changes planned for the night, but always made sure Ramie had something new to wear on the occasion that she actually agreed on attending one of Lydia’s parties. Lydia’s family was very well off, and Lydia definitely spoiled Ramie just for being her best friend, but never made her feel guilty about the things she bought her.

That night, Ramie answered the door when Scott and Stiles showed up, the first to arrive other than Allison, who had gotten there a few minutes before and was helping Lydia finish up hanging lights in the backyard.

“Look at you!” Ramie exclaimed, hugging her brother. “All dressed up with a blazer, I love it.”

“Allison told me Lydia bought her an outfit to wear, so I figured I should try and look like I actually deserve to be with her,” Scott smiled, and Ramie rolled her eyes. “Lydia got you something as well?”

“She always does,” Ramie sighed, still holding the door open for Stiles, who was standing outside of the doorway, looking zoned out, staring at her, mouth slightly open. “You coming in Stilinski or are you gonna party on the front porch?”

Stiles blinked hard, stepping forwards quickly into the house. Scott gave him a look that Ramie couldn’t distinguish.

“You look…” Stiles started. “Nice. Pretty. Very pretty.”

“Thank Sti,” Ramie smiled, feeling her cheeks heat up, the two of them following Scott further into Lydia’s house.

“Where’s Allison?” Scott asked, breaking the silence between the three of them. Ramie nodded towards the backyard. “We’ve gotta tell you guys something.”

When they found Allison in the backyard, Scott and Stiles explained that Stiles and his Dad figured out all of the people who the kanima, or Jackson, had murdered were members of the Beacon Hills swim team years ago, when Isaac’s dad was the coach. Stiles was sure that was the connection between the kills, and whoever was in control of the kanima had something seriously against the swim team that certain year.

Before they could talk about it more, Allison mentioned how dead Lydia’s party was. And by dead, she was putting it nicely. There was maybe two other people there, which was not typical for Lydia’s party. Ever since Lydia ran away from the hospital and wandered naked in the woods for two days, everyone at school saw her differently. And since Jackson broke up with her, she wasn’t dating the captain of the lacrosse team any longer.

Scott made calls to the lacrosse team, and Stiles made his own calls to some “friends” he knew, and soon enough the part was in full swing. Ramie poured herself another drink, feeling pretty tipsy even though she swore she only had one drink. She had a small dinner, as she was helping Lydia set up for most of the evening, so she figured that’s why the drinks were affecting her more than usual.

She walked to the bathroom, stumbling a bit, deciding she should splash some water on her face and try to compose herself. Things were fuzzy as she made her way down the dark hallway upstairs. She saw a light under the bathroom door, so she knocked, wondering if someone was actually in there, or if Lydia had just left the light so if someone needed to puke they could find the bathroom easily. There as no answer, so she pushed the door open. However, the room was not empty. Sitting on the bathroom counter was Lydia, her legs wrapped around Stiles’ waist, the two making out. Ramie’s mouth dropped open. Stiles turned, seeing her, and smirk crossed his face.

“Sorry Ramie, this room’s taken,” he grinned, and Lydia giggled. Ramie was speechless, her mouth opening and closing, trying to make words come out. She felt tears coming to her eyes. Stiles continued talking, turning towards Ramie this time. “What? You’re going to cry? Do you think I could ever actually care about you like I care about Lydia?”

Ramie started stepping backwards and Stiles stepped forward towards her slowly, continuing to talk.

“I’m in love with Lydia, I always have been, and I always will be. Why would I care about my best friends sister? The girl who has been my friend forever. And that’s all we’ll ever be. Friends.”

Ramie felt a tear drop down her cheek.

“Shut up,” she spat at Stiles, trying to sound angry but her voice cracking.

“You’re so pathetic, pretending to not care about me, pretending you care about Isaac,” Stiles kept walking forward towards her, Ramie still stepping backwards.

“I do care about Isaac,” Ramie stuttered, feeling tears fall.

“Please,” Stiles scoffed. “You’ll never be able to care about him like you do about me.”

“Why are you doing this?” Ramie said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Because I’m sick of you pining after me,” Stiles spat, and Ramie stepped back again. “I’ll never love you like I love Lydia.”

Ramie put a foot back, but there was nothing there. She was at the top of the stairs, and felt her foot fall down onto nothing. She was about to tumble backwards and let out a shriek, reaching around her to grab something to catch her fall. Suddenly she felt arms around her, catching her slightly, before she fell back.

“Ramie!” The voice yelled. She stood up quickly, back on the top step. She looked down the hall to the bathroom, the door open, light on, but no one inside. A pair of arms were still around her shoulders, holding her slightly. She turned to look at the stairs, seeing Stiles at the top, a concerned look on his face. “What are you doing? You almost fell down the stairs.”

Ramie blinked her eyes, hard. Lydia was gone, the Stiles that was sneering at her was gone too. Normal Stiles dropped his arms from around her, stepping up on the stairs next to her.

“I think I drank too much,” Ramie leaned on the wall and slid down to the floor rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands. Stiles sat down on the second step from the top next to her.

“Did you see something?” He said quietly. Ramie looked towards him quickly, nodding. “We think Lydia did something to the punch.”

“How’d you sober up then?” Ramie groaned, leaning her head on the wall, her thoughts still fuzzy. Stiles pointed to his slightly damp t-shirt.

“Stuck my head in the pool.”

Ramie snorted, and Stiles broke into a grin, but not like the smirk the Stiles she had saw before. A genuine grin, the Stiles she knew.

“I guess I’ll go take a quick shower then,” Ramie sighed, standing up from the floor, trying not to flash Stiles as her dress had definitely ridden up.

“You have clothes to change into?” Stiles asked, following her towards the bathroom.

“I think in my bag in Lydia’s room, will you get them for me?” Ramie asked, knowing she sounded like a child, but she couldn’t care less. Stiles nodded, telling her to get into the shower and he’d bring the clothes in for her.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door as Ramie let the warm water hit her face. She called out that Stiles could come in.

“I grabbed your whole bag,” she could see his shadow through the curtain, setting her stuff down on the sink. “I found sweatpants but I didn’t see a shirt in your bag, and I didn’t want to go through Lydia’s stuff, so I’m just gonna leave my flannel for you to put on. I took it off before Scott dunked me so its dry.”

“Thank you Stiles,” Ramie said, standing under the hot water.

“Are you okay?” Stiles asked after a second. “Do you need anything else?”

“I think I’m okay,”

“Do I need to stay up here or are you sober enough to get downstairs safely now?” Stiles said, seeming like he was trying to be funny, but his voice was laced with concern.

“I promise I’m okay, I’ll be downstairs soon,” Ramie told him. He left reluctantly, telling her to text him if she needed him and he’d be up in a minute. She stood under the water for a few more minutes, trying to process her thoughts. Whatever Lydia did made her have a really weird hallucination, and she couldn’t wrap her head around what it could mean.

She walked downstairs after changing into her sweatpants and Stiles’ flannel. Everyone seemed to have left the party, and Scott, Stiles, and Allison were left sitting in the living room, talking quietly to each other. Scott and Stiles’ backs were to Ramie on the sectional, and Allison sat on the huge ottoman in the middle facing them. She saw Ramie walking towards them, giving her a small smile. The boys turned, Scott giving Ramie the same look.

“Feel better?” He asked and Ramie nodded as she rounded the couch, sitting down next to Allison, pulling her legs underneath her on the cushioned surface.  

“Where did everyone go?” Ramie looked around. When she looked back to the three of them, Scott and Allison were looking at each other, then looked at Stiles, who was playing with a loose string on a throw pillow, then back to Ramie. Scott’s eyes glanced down to the shirt Ramie was wearing, then over to Stiles again. Ramie looked down at her hands, feeling her cheeks burn. She hadn’t thought about how it looked, her coming downstairs wearing the light blue flannel Stiles had came to the party wearing.

“Someone thought the cops were here,” Stiles said, breaking the silence. He looked up at the three of them, who all had their eyes on him. “What?”

Scott shook his head and Allison let out a small, “nothing.” Stiles eyes narrowed but before he could say anything else, Ramie started talking again.

“Where’s Lydia?” Ramie asked, looking around.

“She went off with a guy, I think,” Allison said. “She texted me and told me she was okay.”

Ramie nodded, hoping the guy wasn’t Jackson. Ramie truly believed that Lydia was much better without Jackson. Ramie then realized how quiet her three friends had been since she walked downstairs, despite the whole awkward shirt thing.

“Did I miss something? You guys are being quiet.”

“Matt is controlling the kanima,” Stiles burst out immediately, as if he had been waiting for her to ask.

“Matt? That weird photographer guy?” Ramie asked. She never really knew Matt that well, but Allison said he took some weird photos of her and Stiles always had said he didn’t trust him.

“Someone pushed Matt in the pool just before the party ended,” Scott explained. “He couldn’t swim. Jackson pulled him out and when we went out front when everyone was leaving we saw him standing there with the kanima.”

“We’ve gotta go tell my Dad,” Stiles said, mainly to Scott, who nodded.

“I’ve got to get home, my Dad won’t stop calling me,” Allison said.

“Let’s split up, I’ll go talk to Derek about Matt,” Ramie said. The two boys left, and Allison said she would drop Ramie off at Derek’s. Ramie thought about telling Allison about her hallucination, but she decided against it. Obviously she had liked Stiles for a long time, but ever since she was with Isaac, she wasn’t feeling the same feelings towards him. Sure, sometimes those feelings would come out for second, but Ramie figured it was just old feelings coming back briefly, and it meant nothing. She tried not to worry too much about the hallucination, because that’s all it was. It wasn’t real, her brain just played tricks on her. That’s what she kept telling herself.

When she got to Derek’s, she found him training with Isaac, Erica and Boyd.

“We figured it out,” Ramie panted as she jogged into the warehouse. Isaac turned towards her voice and Erica landed a punch straight to the side of his face, Isaac distracted. He groaned and glared at Erica, who pursed her lips and mumbled something about him being whipped.

“Figured what out?” Derek asked, stepping away from Boyd and grabbing a water bottle.

“Who’s controlling the kanima.”

“You figured that out?” Erica said, in disbelief, with a definite attitude.

“Scott and Stiles saw him,” Ramie explained further, ignoring Erica, who scoffed.

“What’s your problem Erica?” Isaac said suddenly. Derek put a hand on Isaac’s chest but Isaac pushed past him, stalking towards Erica. “You always have shit to say to Ramie, why? When are you going to get over the fact that I don’t want you, I want Ramie.”

Erica lunged towards Isaac, growling, but Boyd grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

“Enough,” Derek spat towards Erica, who glared at him, then straight at Ramie.

“Thanks Boyd, wouldn’t want her to claw the shit out of me again,” Ramie said, sending a glare right back to Erica.

“Again?” Derek asked. He looked between Erica and Ramie. “Tell me what happened.”

“Erica clawed the shit out of Ramie’s leg in class the other day,” Isaac spoke up when Ramie was silent. Ramie narrowed her eyes at him, not wanting Derek to try and fight battles for her. She wasn’t scared of Erica.

“I didn’t know that,” Boyd said, finally letting go of Erica’s arm.

“Well I only knew because I saw the marks when she wasn’t wearing pants,” Isaac said casually, shrugging. Derek’s mouth opened for a second then closed, a mischievous look in his eyes. Ramie felt her face get very hot.

“Anyways, that’s not important,” Ramie changed the subject. “This kid, Matt, he’s controlling the kanima. Scott and Stiles are going to Stiles’ Dad right now.”

“You know this probably won’t end well,” Derek said. “Including someone who doesn’t know everything.”

“Okay, so we’ll go meet them there and figure something out,” Ramie said. “We need to stop him from killing anyone else.”

Derek nodded, surprisingly agreeing with Ramie. He told his beta’s to stay behind, telling Boyd to make sure Isaac and Erica didn’t kill each other while he was gone. Derek was nearly silent the whole drive to the police station, until they were a few minutes away.

“If you keep having problems with Erica let me know,” he said suddenly, not looking away from the road.

“I can take care of myself Derek,” Ramie sighed, annoyed at his whole alpha male demeanor. Sure, he was an alpha, but she was not part of his pack.

“I know,” Derek said simply. “But Erica is still a young beta and I don’t fully trust her control. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”

Ramie softened immediately at Derek’s words. She spent a lot of time with him when they were training, and despite his hard exterior, Ramie had started to see him as sort of as an older brother. She knew a lot of his tough shell had to do with the whole alpha thing. She was about to tease him for being soft when he suddenly continued talking.

“And Scott would kill me if something happened to you,” he said quickly.

“Right,” Ramie smiled at him. The corner of his lip twitched, almost like he was going to smile too.

[lavender-lotion]

I never knew I could love someone like I do you

Happy Belated Birthday @bkingson33 <3 Thank you so much for all the support you've given me over the years! I hope you enjoy this little thing!

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Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | M/M | Teen Wolf (TV) | Sheriff Stilinski/Stiles Stilinski | Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski | Alternate Universe, Established Relationship, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff, Marriage Proposal

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Stiles woke slowly, stretching out in bed and popping his spine, making a satisfied noise in the back of his throat as his muscles flexed. He smiled even as he rose from consciousness, feeling very well rested after the night before. His ass was still aching pleasantly, and he clenched just to feel the leftover burn from a night well spent.

Patting the bed beside him, Stiles frowned when he found it empty. The sheets were still warm, so it couldn't have been long since it was vacated. Toeing the line of sleep, he cuddled back into the mattress, sighing happily. They’d only gotten the new mattress a few months ago, but Stiles still found himself making excuses to lie in it, it was so comfortable.

He blinked his eyes open when the door creaked, looking over at his dad with a smile. He was already smiling back at him, a very large cup of coffee in one hand and a gift bag that was spilling over with tissue paper in the other. Stiles smiled wider, taking in all the skin that was on display with a dirty, dirty smile.

Finally, he sat on the bed, keeping himself upright against the pillows instead of snuggling back in like Stiles wanted. His dramatic pout earned him a fond laugh, and he smiled.

“Daddy,” Stiles whined dramatically, rolling onto his side so he could shove his face into the soft warmth of his dad’s belly, his happy trail tickling Stiles’ nose. His pyjama bottoms were soft against his chin, a pair Stiles had gotten him for Christmas that had little Sheriff badges all over it, and he made a soft noise when Dad pet his hair back. “Why’d you leave me alone?”

“I had to go get your present, baby,” Dad murmured, running his thumb back and forth along Stiles’ nape, settling something inside him that he hadn’t even realized had been uneasy. “Happy Birthday, love.”

“Thank you,” Stiles mumbled, still not moving. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to celebrate, but he was getting closer to thirty than he was twenty, which just meant that Dad was getting closer and closer to fifty than he was forty and that...was something Stiles tried not to think about. He’d already spent too many years worrying about losing his dad too soon that now that he was retired and they were both living somewhere much safer than Beacon Hills, the possibility of losing his dad before he was ready wasn’t something he liked to dwell on.

“Sti?” he asked, bending himself in half with a groan so he could press a soft kiss to the top of Stiles’ head. He smiled into Dad’s stomach, turning his head to meet his eyes. “I brought coffee.”

Stiles snorted even as he rolled his eyes. He sat against the headboard, leaning into his dad’s side when the man threw his arm around his shoulders. He snuggled in happily, pressing a kiss to Dad’s chest as he was handed their shared mug of coffee, moaning lewdly around his first sip to hear Dad laugh again.

“God, I love Sundays,” Stiles mumbled. It was the only morning they got to lay in bed together, between work and Stiles’ side job. They may have moved away from Beacon Hills, but people everywhere needed magic, and Stiles was fine with using his for a price.

“I know what you’re doing,” Dad told him, grabbing the mug and taking a sip. “I raised you, remember?”

Stiles screwed up his nose even as he pouted up at the older man, leaning up to press a kiss to the patch of grey in his stubble that was only growing larger. “I thought we agreed not to talk about that?”

Dad shrugged, unrepentant, and said, “It still happened.” He paused for a moment, putting down the coffee despite Stiles’ noise of protest and grabbing the gift bag. “I love you,” Dad told him seriously. Stiles nodded, murmuring the words back like he always had and always would. “I know we tell each other that a lot but I. I really mean it, Stiles. You are everything to me. Everything I’ve ever wanted. I loved your mom, but you...I never knew I could love someone like I do you, where my heart feels so full of that love that it doesn’t have room for anything else. You’re my entire life.”

Dad took a breath, and Stiles realized he was crying when Dad wiped his cheek. His eyes were wet too, and Stiles curled further against his side when he reached into the bag. When he pulled his hand out, Stiles’ breath caught as his heart skyrocketed. “I love you,” Dad said, opening the velvet box to display two simple, gold rings. “And I will always love you. We can’t get married, not legally, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be your husband. I—I would be honoured, if you’d wear this ring.”

“Dad—” Stiles’ voice broke into a sob, and he clamoured into the man’s lap to get as close as possible, wrapping his arms around his neck and hugging him tightly to his chest, not even thinking about letting go. He cried into Dad’s hair, the man’s arms warm and solid around his waist, keeping him steady as he broke apart, his heart overflowing with love for the man holding him.

“Yes,” he managed to say, leaning back enough that he could press their mouths together in a messy kiss. “Yes, yes, yes, yes--”

Stiles laughed when he was tackled back onto the bed, his dad pushing him down and straddling hips without breaking the kiss. Dad sat up, grabbing Stiles’ left hand and sliding a ring onto his finger. Stiles laughed again, pulling Dad in for another kiss that tasted like salt and pure happiness.

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[spookyspiderboiii]

me? reading stiles stilinski fanficiton? in the year 2023? it’s more likely than you think

[ultfreakme]

I think I like the fanon world of Teen Wolf more than the canon because literally no one is cishet, everyone gets character arcs and good story resolution, and it’s just fucking fun man. 

Canon didn’t give me Erica and Stiles being besties who make shitty jokes together. Kira & Derek are cinnamon roll best friends/siblings who wear leather jackets together.

 Allison is constantly described as “warrior princess/ princess who murders” which I live for. Lydia’s banshee skills are explored and she always goes to MIT and gets a Field’s Medal. 

Jackson ISN’T an asshole. Danny’s still around and plays big roles. A lot of the times, Laura is alive(bless those who write this) and she’s the best big sister ever.

 Isaac, Erica and Boyd are besties/siblings and found family with Derek.

 Malia’s reintroduction to human society is handled with care(canon handled it with the delicacy of a wrecking ball to a glass building). 

Kate dies a horrible, painful death every single time. 

Talia is a fucking badass with more screen time. The Hale family in all their forms are actually talked about. 

Scott is genuinely a cinnamon bun but he also has dimension and his sense of morals does land him in bigger trouble and he sees that sometimes the ‘right’ thing isn’t the easiest thing to choose and finds that the world is grey. 

All the characters’ PTSD and mental health issues are brought up, it’s part of the story and the characters find ways to deal with it. 

But to be fair, fanficiton has the advantage of trial-and-error and a lot of people bounce ideas off each other and learn to develop better stories for the show. 

Just, fanfiction dudes. It’s the best community ever.

[basketcase1880]

Shipping Spring 2020

Yet again, I’ve been a bit lax in answering these tags, but honestly I do have an excuse: I’m a nurse. So thanks @gatergirl​ for the tag.

SIX SHIPS YOU’RE INTO RIGHT NOW  1. Ballum (Eastenders) 2. Spuffy (Buffy) 3. Sterek (Teen Wolf) 4. Literati (Gilmore Girls) 5. Sherlolly (Sherlock) 6. Jackie/Robbie (Taggart)

THREE SHIPS YOU LIKED, BUT DON’T ANYMORE 7. Rory/Dean (Gilmore Girls) 8. Nick/Greg (CSI) 9. Spirk (Star Trek)

THREE SHIPS YOU NEVER LIKED 10. Rory/Logan (Gilmore Girls) 11. Wincest (Supernatural) 12. Eggsy/Tilde (Kingsman)

TWO SHIPS YOU’RE CURIOUS ABOUT, BUT DON’T ACTUALLY SHIP 13. Drarry (Harry Potter) 14. Hartwin (Kingsman)

QUESTIONS

1. Why do you dislike 11 so much? They’re brothers, they shouldn’t be shipped.

2. Who is someone you know that ships 14? @gatergirl

3. What would be your ideal scenario for couple 3? Just for them to be canon. Jeff baited us with Stiles’ sexuality from the start, especially when it came to Derek, so we deserve Sterek.

4. Which is your favourite moment for 1? Callum signing ‘I love you’ in response to Ben’s “I love you”

5. How long have you been following 5? For this one I know the exact date: January 1st 2014 when we had the kiss during Anderson’s theory of how Sherlock faked his death.

6. What’s the story with 8? What made you stop liking them/caring? The series ended, they were never canon, and so the fandom kinda died.

7. You have the power to make one ship non-existent, choose from 10 or 12. Goodbye Rory/Logan. He was never the right fit for Rory. And that way we wouldn’t have to worry about his (possibly) being the baby daddy from the series finale cliffhanger.

8. Which ship do you prefer; 2 or 4? I’d have to go with 2. Spuffy was my original ship. I first discovered fanficiton around 2008 when I was searching the internet for pictures of them, and they were my first foray into writing.

9. What interests you about 14? I like Colin Firth. I like Taron Egerton. I like their individual portrayals of gay men, so, maybe I’ll like them together...

10.  Why did you stop liking 7? Rory is better off with Jess, but other than that, Dean cheated on his wife with Rory and took Rory’s virginity at the same time. That ship just didn’t work out at all.

11. Did your waning interest in 9 kill your interest in the fandom? I’d say so. I have all three of the new films, but I’ve still to watch Star Trek: Beyond. However, there is also the fact that I don’t want to admit the fact that Anton Yelchin won’t be in any more films after Beyond, so, my waning interest cannot be completely at fault.

12. What’s a song that reminds you of 5? Let Her Go by Passenger. Sherlock only really came to realise his feelings for Molly after he found out she was engaged to Tom and then when he thought Eurus was going to blow Molly up did he realise he loved her.

13. If you could have any of these couples double date, who would it be? Maybe Spuffy and Sterek. That way they can trade notes on their own supernatural goings on and how California seems to have it all: the Hellmouth and the Nemeton.

14. Have 2 kissed yet? Oh, yeah, they certainly brought the house down once...

15. Did 4 have a happy ending? If the show hasn’t ended yet, do you think a happy ending is likely? Nope, but they deserve their happy ending. The series ended with the iconic line “Mom, I’m pregnant...” but we were given a number of possible baby daddies [see Q. 7] If Rory and Jess were to get their happy ending, Jess would be the only possible dad.

16. What would make you start shipping 13? I’m almost there. I just need to make the final jump into the fanfiction because they weren’t canon in the books/films. I’ve seen some really good fanart and incorrect quotes.

17. If only one could happen, what would you prefer, 1 or 2? Ballum, after the upbringing these boys had, they deserve the love and happiness being with each other brings.

18. You have the power to decide the fate of 10. What happens to them? Logan would be married off to some socialite trophy wife that his dad approves of, and Rory would be with Jess [see Q 15].

19. Which of these ships do you love the most? They all have their own appeals, but at the moment, Ballum is the most active, so probably Ballum

Tag: @fandoms-are-my-air you’re up next (and anyone else who wants to do this)

[stereknation]

One Life Down (Eight To Go) by PsychicPineapple 

Summary: Wherein Derek is a cat, Stiles is too nice for his own good, and Deaton probably knows more than he's letting on.

‘Hey, what’s his name?’ 

 ‘Uh, Deaton calls him Derek.’

‘Derek? You’re kidding. Derek is a people name. Scott,’ Stiles gestured at the crate, ‘he’s not people.’

 ‘Yeah, well, I tried calling him ‘Mister Fluffy Pants’ one time and he shredded my favourite shirt,’ Scott sighed as he slung his backpack over one shoulder. ‘So maybe just stick with Derek.’

Rating: General Audience

Main Character(s): Stiles Stilinski

Additional Character(s): Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Alan Deaton, Sheriff Stilinski 

Tags: Derek is a cat, an angry cat, but he gets better I guess, not beast/furry i swear, Crack Fic

Series: Derek is a Cat

Words: 7,965

Chapters: 1/1

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

https://princeescaluswords.tumblr.com/post/184255231470/the-bias-you-describe-in-your-post-isnt-the-same

Okay this is hilarious: 

I’m not saying that you have to make all your head canons pro Scott, but this was a deliberate attempt to undermine canon by destroying the key relationships on the show.   How many of the Sterek head canons, theories, and meta were designed to remove Scott from his central place in his relationships and the narrative?

Firstly, headcanons can’t “undermine” canon. Neither can fanficiton, or gifsets, or even meta posts. They’re in two seperate spheres of existence, buy hey, what do we expect from the people who have issues telling fiction and reality apart? Categorising fiction into canon and fanon would be way too tricky for them. 

And secondly, where does Prince think the “Stiles helped Derek over the summer” headcanon picked up steam? In a Tumblr Q&A by Jeff Davis. 

Was Jeff Davis undermining his own canon, Prince? 

[midezstuff]

Inattività che bellezza! Mega riassunto di tutte le cose che son successe da un anno a questa parte.

♡Fedez e Ferragni. Credevi fosse gossip e invece è amore puro. Non starò ad analizzare tutte le tappe del loro rapporto (ci metterei una vita e mezza), ma riassumere le tappe fondamentali con i seguenti punti: - il cane di Chiara Ferragni non ha il papillon di Vittuon, ma sicuramente è servito per far scoccare la scintilla; - foto che spuntano qua e là fino all'ufficializzazione della relazione, soprattutto per la presenza di Chiara alle spalle di Manuel Agnelli durante le puntate di X Factor; - vacanze, IS, interviste e blog insieme, che passione; - se ti unfollow su Instagram non vale, ovvero il nuovo modo di far capire a tutti che hanno litigato; - PROPOSTA DI MATRIMONIO!

♡ Quando la Rai si reinventa Mika e fa il colpo grosso. Ovvero “Stasera Casa Mika”, in cui tutte abbiamo sperato in un'apparizione di Fedez (che non c'è stata), ma ha comunque suscitato ilarità e tante crisi di ship: per es., io stessa ho cominciato a shippare Mika con Virginia Raffaele e Morgan.

♡Continui riferimenti tra i patati… Alias le gioie improvvise. Tra le certificazione disco di platino di “Beautiful Disaster” e i twitter di Mika a inizio XF10 penso di essere morta nei feels. Specie quando Mika ha detto in un'intervista a Radio Italia…

♡…“Fedez è molto bravo e mi manca.” Allora va da lui, così magari mi fai venire qualche idea per le fanfiction!

♡Ed anche quest'anno avremo i Midez l'anno prossimo! Perché l’#maiunagioia è uno stile di vita, non una semplice frase del momento.

♡Poche fanficiton, no party! Rivitalizziamo il fandom ragazze!

Scusate la lunga inattività, ma questo è tutto.

[helloiamdramaqueen]

A Lost Love

Hi. So this is my first ever time uploading a story on tumblr. I’m pretty new at all this so bear with me and I will try and get it right. This is a story I have been wanting to write ever since I discovered that Isaac basically disappeared and never came back to Teen Wolf... as you can tell I am NOT happy about that! :( This story will include Isaac later on don’t worry. <3  

So this story is set from the last episode of season 2 onwards and there may be differences between this and the show sorryyyy but I think it will benefit the story. I will tell you about the differences as we get there but first, here is the prologue. ENJOY! Please tell me what you think about the prologue and then if it you guys enjoy it I will upload Chapter 1. ENJOY! - dramaqueen - xx

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“I know this isn’t a great time.”

No, it wasn’t. The Sheriff had just received a call saying that there had been vandals trashing a warehouse downtown overnight. Obviously this didn’t surprise him. For the last six months, there had been unexplainable murders and trails of darkness everywhere in Beacon Hills. His son, Stiles, disappeared with Scott without any valid reason, a kid from the school, Jackson Whitmore, had been acting weirdly and just disappearing for hours or days at a time and nothing ever really made sense.

All of this tension and unknowing really set the Sheriff of course and made him on edge. Everyone noticed but no one said anything. So why was Melissa still here? She knew that at this particular time there was no way he would feel up to ‘talking’ after she had just seen him receive the call. So why would she hang around?

“No, it isn’t a good time.” He replied in a calm but almost snappy way. Melissa couldn’t help but notice his uneasiness but this wasn’t something he would want to delay hearing. “Look, I know this town is going mental right now but there is something I really need to tell you.”

“Unless it’s about this case or something important then I don’t need to hear it.”

“It’s not about a case but..”

“Then tell me later when we will probably trying to find where our sons are.”

“You will want to kno-“

“Not now Melissa!” She was struck back by his outburst. It almost phased her from continuing on… but she had to go on. She made her voice quiet, gentle and calmly spoke to him, “You’re going to want to know this.” Instantly, she saw him relax and regain his usual calmness and trusting role. “What is it?” His voice wasn’t short or harsh anymore, but he sounded genuinely concerned so, she said the words that would change lives of people in Beacon Hills forever:

“You have a daughter.”

And that’s how it happened. That’s how my Dad found out about me.

- By the way, the title has multiple meanings. ;) -

[littlemissagrafina]

@call-me-coley @justt-ppeachy

we're all in this (together)

@comfortember Day 11. Holding Hands + 12. Concern

Summary: "Scott!" Stiles yelled, staggering through the trees towards the writhing form of his best friend. Crashing to his knees next to him, Stiles trusted the rest of the pack to protect them while he worked.

Taking in the black tendrils that were already snaking their way up from the bullet was still embedded in Scott's side. 

Shit, Stiles thought, his hands shaking for a small moment before he reined his panic in, instead shifting to try and inspect the bullet, muttering apologies when Scott grunted in pain.

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"Scott!" Stiles yelled, staggering through the trees towards the writhing form of his best friend. Crashing to his knees next to him, Stiles trusted the rest of the pack to protect them while he worked.

Taking in the black tendrils that were already snaking their way up from the bullet was still embedded in Scott's side. 

Shit, Stiles thought, his hands shaking for a small moment before he reined his panic in, instead shifting to try and inspect the bullet, muttering apologies when Scott grunted in pain. He ignored the blood already soaking through the Alpha's shirt.

"Scott. Hey. Scott, Buddy. This is a different strain of wolfsbane than normal. It's acting way too fast. I need to get the bullet out to see if I can extract any of it to burn this out, okay?" He looked at Scott, brown eyes meeting brilliant red.

"Do it." Scott panted, and Stiles could see him gritting his teeth from the corner of his eye as he rolled the bloody shirt up and out of the way of the angry wound.

Taking a deep breath, Stiles focused as much as he could with the wounds of growls and bullets still going off behind them. He stared at where he could see the bullet and the lines of black spiralling out across Scott's skin. He watched it slowly pull back out, making sure that he didn't cause any more damage than was already done.

Stiles breathed a sigh of relief when it lifted out finally and dropped down into his waiting hand. He broke the bullet open, eyeing the darker dust with disdain. Taking a moment, he gently grabbed Scott's skew jaw, and made him focus on him.

'I was right, it's not a normal strain. There's enough here to burn it out but it will take longer. This strain is more fireproof than others, so it's a bitch to burn." He explained, face grim.

"I've been messing around with my Spark since I took over from Deaton. There's a thing that I can do that's pretty much exactly like the pain drain that all you guys can do and–"

He was interrupted by Scott growling, his eyes flashing red and Stiles could feel his own flash their silvery white glow back at him. 

"No." He growled and Stiles glared at him, eyes still glowing.

"You would let any of the pack do it, you would do it (and have!) for me." Stiles snarled, sounding remarkably wolflike. "I'm your emissary, Scott, now shut up and hold my hand so I can burn you."

He didn't give the Alpha a chance to argue any more, grabbing his brother's hand and dumping the wolfsbane from the bullet into the wound. Stiles started siphoning the pain, summoning a small flame that I pressed against Scott's side.

Distantly, he was aware that there were no more growls and gunshots ringing through the trees.

His lungs froze, breath sticking in his chest as the waves of burning pain filled his senses. He refused to stop, not until Scott relaxed underneath his hands and his Spark told him that the wolfsbane was completely burned out.

The second he knew it was gone, he slumped forward over his brother, staring as the injury started healing, not looking away until it was gone. Only then did he stop draining Scott's pain but he didn't let go of his brother's hand.

He breathed, the waves of pain cut off when he'd released the intent, but there were phantom shocks of it dancing along his side.

Stiles sat back up, squeezing the hand he still held in his. "How are you feeling, Buddy?" He asked.

His Alpha frowned at him, a tightness around his mouth that Stiles wasn't used to seeing. "I'm fine, I promise. But I don't want you to do that again." He cut Stiles off, staring intently at him with still red eyes. The concern was clear in his voice and on his face. "Deaton told me that you might be able to do that one day. But I don't like it, Stiles. You can't heal as fast as us, even with your Spark and we can still be damaged irreparably or even die from draining too much pain from someone. I don't want you to hurt yourself just to protect us, to protect me. I won't let you do that to yourself."

Scott's eyes flickered back to brown, something fearful and sad in them that Stiles had seen reflected in his own for years.

"I can't lose you, too."

Stiles flung himself at his Alpha, his brother.

"I can't lose you either, Scotty. We've lost too many people, and I refuse to lose anyone else in our pack, in our family. But I'm your emissary, Scott. And you need to let me help and protect all of you, just like we let you do for us."

He squeezed his brother tighter to him, something relaxing in his chest when Scott rubbed his cheek against his shoulder, scenting him.

"We're in this together, okay?"

Scott nodded against him.

"Okay. Together." He echoed, and they both stood, walking to check on the rest of the pack, hands clasped between them.

Alpha and emissary. 

Brothers and family.