#stiles and his star wars obsession

[teencopandthesourwolf]

“i missed you.”

“i know.”

[ruewrote]

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PAIRING: stiles stilinski x fem!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: teenage dream by katy perry WORD COUNT: 1.2k

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it wasn't out of the blue for you and stiles to have a sleepover on fridays, actually it was a sort of unspoken rule between the two of you.

it first started when you said that you had never watched star wars before, which led to the both of you sitting on your couch with a big bowl of popcorn in between.

him explaining the little parts you'd get confused about or him just ranting about his favourite scenes. after that it was a back and forth of showing each other your favourite unseen movies.

when finishing said movie the following days you'd receive multiple memes from him about the specific films, it had become a recurring pattern that you'd come to love. it almost felt weird if he didn't.

tonight it was your turn to introduce him to the to all the boys i loved before trilogy since you'd been obsessed with the movies since they first came out.

he was on the fence about watching them since he wasn't a huge fan of romcoms, you somehow convinced him by saying "it's practice for watching them with your future girlfriend!" internally wincing at that.

every friday you felt more anxious before stiles showed, trying to fluff up your pillows and straighten out your blankets. wanting to make everything perfect.

you had a huge crush on stiles, how could you not after spending so much time together, learning all of his little quirks, his likes and his dislikes, the only thing you weren't sure about was the way he felt about you.

it was the one thing you wanted to know the most about him. did he think about you the same ways you thought about him? did he like the way cuddled when you'd watch these movies and shows with him?

you couldn't tell him though, what if he didn't feel the same way you did and it completely ruins the good friendship you have right now?

what would it take for you to finally tell him?

ding dong!

the doorbell ringing a couple times had you jogging down the stairs, opening the door with a warm smile to see hyper stiles.

"i'm so ready to get my movie night on! i had a math test today and let me tell you it sucked," he whines as he dramatically wraps his arms around your waist as he fake cries into your shoulder.

"well if it helps i have enough microwaveable popcorn to keep us going through the apocalypse soo you coming upstairs or what?"

with that said he zips past you up your stairs, falling up them in the process, making you giggle at his eagerness as you follow close behind him.

watching stiles practically swan dive onto your bed and aggressively sniff your pillow has you side eyeing him, "why is your bed so much comfier and smells so much nicer than mine? it's so not fair."

"it's a little thing called fabric softener and if you continuously jump into your bed the way you do mine, then i guess you've got your answer you dufus," you laugh at him burrowing himself deep under your duvet.

"plus i've slept in your bed it's plenty comfy, the key is lots of pillows and fluffy blankets." he hums as you settle yourself beside him before pressing play on the movie.

it was like ten minutes into the film when you could feel him slightly shuffle closer to you, keeping your eyes on the screen pretending it didn't happen. just patiently waiting until he felt comfortable enough to say something.

"can...can we cuddle?" you wordlessly lifted your arm, letting him slip himself under, his head on your chest, the rest of his body lightly pressed to your side.

it was like second nature to you two, whether either one of you had a bad week you'd take turns holding each other. you helped install healthy mannerisms that proved that it was okay for a man to be held because they deserve it too and that it was okay for guys to cry no matter who they're with.

so yes , when he had a rough day he'd often walk up to you and bury his face into your neck, his arms firmly wrapped around you as you cupped the back of his head and rubbed soft circles on his back just letting him know that you were there for him.

with everything he had gone through he deserved all the comfort he could get and if the source was you then so be it.

you would be lying if you said that your heart didn't speed up at the closeness and how his touch on your skin left goosebumps.

trying to be as casual as possible, you raise the hand that was currently wrapped around his shoulders to gently stroke his hair, feeling him physically melt into you calmed your nerves.

feeling your eyelids slowly droop, your hand movements become slower so your palm now laid on the back of his neck, fighting sleep felt so difficult when he was beside you. his presence was so peaceful, comforting even without him saying anything.

the early start of your day hitting even harder now. He won't mind if you rested your eyes for a little bit, right?

stiles noticed the similarities between the two characters to the both of you, but there's no way that you deliberately put this on as a sign? was he reading too deep into it?

when he went to question you about it, lifting his head he was met with you sleeping peacefully. his gaze softened at the sight, gently tucking the piece of hair that fell in front of your face.

"you are so goddamn beautiful and don't even know it, even when you sleep? like can you save some beauty for the rest of us?" he chuckles at his own joke.

"i don't know how long i can keep pretending that i'm not totally in love with you...there really isn't anything that i wouldn't do for you." he whispers and he studies your features.

"it's honestly crazy how i feel your absence in everything that i do when i'm alone, in every place i go without you." he sighs, going to go back to watching the tv.

"you really mean all of that?" you whisper, making him jump back.

"uh- i-i do, but i thought you were asleep?"

"no i was just resting my eyes, but i'm sorta glad that you thought i was for you to finally confess your feelings for me." you smirk at him.

his mouth opens and closes, utterly bewildered at what you just said, "what do you mean finally?"

"You realise that i like you too, right? that i have for the longest time?" stiles eyes now wide, looking even more lost than before.

"you like me? like like me like me?"

sitting up, grasping the back of his neck, "what are you..." pulling him closer, your lips brushing against his. it takes him a second to register the kiss before melting into it. leaning closer to deepen the kiss. his hands brushing over your hips as he laid you down, now hovering over you. your hand running through his hair, tugging at the roots.

you're both now smiling as you share a few more pecks before pulling away. "so you do like me!" he grins, "oh my god. dude yes!"

"ya know if you're gonna be my girlfriend, you're gonna have to calling me dude."

"would you prefer shnookums?"

"that's it!" he pulled away just enough to tickle you.

from that night forth you and stiles had become inseparable, practically connected at the hip. but you wouldn't want it any other way.

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[i-am-knot-a-writer]

Sterek Halloween Fic teaser 🎃: Obsessive/Possessive/Stalker/Creeper Alpha Derek Hale and Beautiful/Witty/Unapologetic/Hot for Derek Omega Stiles Stilinski

What could go wrong?

Derek saw him, and a hunger hit—deep, primal, undeniable. His whole body tensed, an aching need that crawled beneath his skin, setting his blood on fire. Burning with an overwhelming urge to take.

The boy was perfect.

Smooth, pale neck that begged to be marked, touched, bruised under his fingers. That bright, innocent smile, dusted with stars, made Derek’s desire all the darker, all the more vicious. The boy had no idea what he was stirring in Derek..

No idea.

Derek had lived through war, bloodshed, and endless darkness, hardened by power.

Hardened by loss.

But none of it prepared him for this—for Stiles, for someone so fragile, so pure. It felt obscene to even want him.

What right did a man like him have to devour something so untainted?

To stain something so angelic with hands that had seen nothing but filth and violence?

And yet, in this very moment, none of that seemed to matter.

Derek’s chest tightened with the certainty—the boy would be his.

No matter how much Derek had to take.

No matter how much Derek had to consume.

He could already feel it, could taste it—his hands on the boy’s trembling skin, tracing every inch, pressing into him, owning him in every way possible.

The thought of holding the omega down..

Feeling his skin quiver..

Hearing his breath hitch as he’d beg Derek to push harder, deeper—it was intoxicating.

Derek knew it was wrong..

He knew he shouldn’t.

But restraint was a game for weaker men.

And he was done pretending to care.

[semicolonsspace]

hi hi, i saw that u asked for requests so i was thinking abt hate sex with stiles.. like u guys have hated eachother since elementary and now u guys are in highschool but there’s a lot of tension and reader does the last thing to tic him off and yeah. i didn’t really know how to put this in words srry😭

No No! I get you, Angry Stiles is hot; Let's try it! Warnings: Grinding, p in v, fingering, degradation Scott and Lydia hear everything from the other room, Blood kink if you squint?

Y/n was best friends with Lydia Martin her whole life. Ever since she bumped into Lydia at the playground when you were young. Y/n loved her, and she would do anything for Lydia. That being said, Y/n would scare the boys away for her. Lydia had this guy named Stiles Stilinski who was rumored to be obsessed with her. That being said, Y/n hated him. There was no way, this scrawny guy would get through Y/n to her. Not on her watch.

Stiles knew how close she was with Lydia, and he hated her that just more because of it. Like seriously, she was always there. Everywhere Lydia was, Y/n was there. That killed him, he had no chance with Lydia because of Y/n. Not like he even tried to go after Lydia. He liked Y/n, but she was mean to her so he was mean back.

Stiles had his eyes out for Y/n ever since he saw Lydia and you in science class in seventh grade.

Y/n sat at the lacrosse practice with Lydia as she was cheering for her friends Scott and Stiles. Unfortunately, Lydia made Y/n cheer with her, having you help her hold up a sign with her. Y/n didn't know why she had to do so, she didn't complain as it was pissing Stiles off even more somehow.

Stiles stood on the field, sweat dripping from his forehead. He glared at her from afar before he focused back on the game. Y/n felt his glare and smirked, having bothered him even more while not even having to try.

That was before Y/n looked up to the mystery sign that read "Scott for the win!" Y/n laughed knowing why he was angered now.

Y/n fixed her hair quickly, pulling it into a ponytail. A smirk was on her face, turning into a huge smile as Scott made a goal. The two girls cheered louder, Scott smiled before looking at his best friend and shaking his head.

"Damn, what is Stiles doing? He kind of sucks," Y/n says pointing to the face that he was just standing there glaring at you.

"Only you would notice how much Stiles sucks," Lydia smirks. Y/n rolled her eyes and flipped her off before the two laughed it off.

After the game, she followed Lydia; They ended up arriving at Stiles' house and Y/n groaned. "Why do we have to be at his house? His house smells like a hormonal teenager and axe body spray."

"You described his smell." Lydia stared at you. "And our team won, that's why; We're celebrating." She grabs her by the wrist and drags her into the house.

Y/n eyes follow the decorations around the house, noticing how it looked pretty homey. Her eyes landed on Scott and Stiles before glancing at the TV. Star Wars was playing. "You got to be kidding me. We're watching a kid's show."

Stiles scoffs and flips you off. Stiles sat on the couch, his legs manspreading. His arms are crossed as one hand holds the finger. "You can always just leave."

Y/n shrugs. "So, I won't be able to torture you with my amazing presence? I don't think so." She plops next to him, making his legs close. He groans before scooting away from you.

During the movie, her leg bounces fanatically. Stiles slaps his hand on her bare thigh and squeezes. She gasps. "I swear to gosh, stop shaking your damn leg. It's shaking the damn couch."

She punches his shoulder, "How was that for shaking? Shut the fuck up, can't you see I'm trying to watch this dumb movie?"

"If it's so dumb then why don't you go do something useful and get us some drinks?" Stiles sighs. She doesn't say anything, stands up, and walks to the kitchen. She searches the cabinets for drinks and groans.

"Are you that dumb? It's in the fridge." Stiles says grabbing your hand from the cabinet handle. His hand lingers, grabbing your wrist.

"Says you. I saw you at the game, you sat there staring at me the whole game."

Stiles groans at her her hand suddenly slapping his face. "Get off me."

Stiles grabs at her, holding her hands behind her back, and pushes her on the counter. She hissed at the cold contact against her stomach. She squirms trying to release her wrists and gives up after a bit.

"You look better like this," He whispers into her ear. His hot breath tickles her ear. "All helpless and pathetic, look at you," He purrs. His voice was low and raspy, showing how much enjoyment he was getting out of this.

Her mind submits to his words, going blank. The only words on her mind were him, his breath against her ears, His cock against her core.

"You know I can feel your excitement against me," She fights back. She squirms trying to release her hands again. He moves one hand, holding her wrists on her back. His other goes for her hair and he thrusts his jean-covered cock against her. His grip on her ponytail pulls her face toward him, her back arching in the process.

"You think this is for you?" He breathes into her cheek. She shutters at the feel.

A smirk forms on her face. "Yeah, I think I do." Her hips go backward into him. He groans low, his cock twitching at the sensation.

"Maybe it is, Maybe it's always been you," he admits softly against her ear.

Y/n pauses before continuing to struggle. His free hand goes to her shorts, shoving his finger behind the hem and pulling it. The slap of the hem against her hips makes her whimper. "You hear that? A pathetic whore is enjoying being toyed with."

Her hips grind back into him, wanting any pleasure that she could get. His hips back away, his hand slowly tickling down the sewn stitch. His fingers find her clit and start to tease her through the cloth. "I can feel how wet you are," he growls. "Who's the cause of that?"

She responds with a moan, the pressure against her clit going straight to her head. Her mouth is open and he turns her face to look at her. He licks her lip, his teeth grazing her lip. His lip pierces into it, a red tint oozing from her lip. In a growl, his lips connect with hers, his fingers still working his magic against her bundle of nerves.

His fingers move her shorts to the side, sliding two fingers into her. Her hole welcomes his fingers, clenching around his long slim fingers. His fingers curl, hitting her G-spot.

She moans into the kiss. The vibration emitted through his chest and to his twitching cock. His tongue rubs against her cut lip, the iron taste tainting his senses.

He releases the kiss, kisses following down her jaw. "I asked you a question, baby." His voice was stern.

"You're fucking dad did." Stiles' fingers pause, leaving the her pussy. He quickly licks the juices off before he unbuckles his jeans with his free hand.

"You're gonna regret that." His dick was at her entrance, teasing against her folds. He spread them, allowing his clock to enter her. His cock slams into her, his free hand covering her mouth so she couldn't scream. She moans from the stretch. His cock kisses her cervix before sliding out and kissing it once more. He thrusts into her making her go limp. Her head was held up by his hold on her ponytail was the only thing keeping it up.

"Be quiet and I'll let go." She nods frantically. His hand lets go and her hands grip on to the counter. His other hand still holds her ponytail up, and she locks eyes with him. Sweat trickled down his face, his mouth open with pleasure. His groans exit with each thrust. "You're the cause of it," Y/n admits. His mouth curls up and opens a smile.

"I know I am," He says cockily. Skin slaps were heard as he pounded harder into her. Her hands tighten against the counter as the rubberband builds. She attempts to talk but gets cut off from him.

"Fuck, I can feel you clench around me," His hand finds her back, pushing it against the counter. Stars visit her vision as the pressure of his cock rubs against her cervix and her wet ridges.

His hand removes from her hair and rubs her clit, her body squirming in pleasure. "Fuck, I-" She screams as she finishes. His thrust doesn't stop, going faster into her. The overstimulation burned inside of her. She clenches around him, her cunt gripping him tight. "You're so fucking-" His cock exits last second as warm thick liquid falls onto her back.

"You bitch, that was my shirt, asshole."

A hand slaps her ass, a squeak coming from her. "Shut it." His hands tear at the shirt, a new shirt going onto her post-orgasm-dazed body.

The shirt was warm, snuggling against her body. He picks her up and walks past Lydia and Scott. His naked torso was warm protecting her limp body.

"Finally you guys are done, that was horrendous," Lydia yells. Scott's eyes were wide open, his face on the TV as his face was red.

[lovergirlrin]

Always.

Little Stiles blurb. This is my first time posting my writing, so don’t be too mean, please. I know it’s a little dialogue heavy, so I’m sorry about that. Also, I have no clue how to work tumblr, so I would appreciate any tips.

Fluff, pure fluff, it’s lowkey cringey, stiles is a dork, reader is scotts sibling

“I’m scared,” It was barely a whisper, but he heard.

“I know, but we’re gonna be okay. I’m with you,” he held me tighter.

“Always?” I already know the answer, but I need to hear it right now.

“Always. It’d have to be the end of the fricken’ world to keep me from you.” I smiled at that. After everything we’ve been through, the end of the world doesn’t sound so scary.

“I don’t wanna lose you.”

“You never will. No matter what, I’m with you. You and me forever right? ‘S what you said when you made our rings.”  I started laughing.

“I was high off my ass when I painted those, Sti. I literally used nail polish.”

“I know, you kept calling me pretty. I mean, I appreciate it, but you said it like a million times.”

“God, don’t remind me!” I gently hit his chest. He grabbed my hand, moving his face closer to mine.

“Am I still pretty?” His nose bumped mine.

“Of course you are. Can’t believe I got lucky enough to have such a perfect boyfriend.” I rest my forehead on his.

“M’not perfect, baby.” I wish he could see himself how I see him, but he can’t. So, I’ll just tell him, every day.

“To me you are. You’re every good thing in my world.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I love everything about you. Your obsession with Star Wars. The way you pout when you focus on studying or working on a case. How selfless you are. How brave you are. Your beautiful brown eyes. Every birthmark you have. The impulsive decisions you make. Your hair. That big brain of yours.  How persepti-” I’m cut off by a gagging noise. I pull away from Stiles, to look at my door. Finding my brother, Scott, standing there, I roll my eyes. I hadn’t even heard the door open.

“Can you two stop being gross and come down so we can all talk?” He looks absolutely disgusted.

“Shut up Scott. I’m allowed to spend time with my boyfriend. Also, learn to knock! ” I throw a pillow at him. I hear some laughter at my shouting, from down the stairs, as I stand up. Scott, who dodged the pillow, rolls his eyes and heads back downstairs. “Alright, let's go before Scott throws a hissy fit.” Stiles groans, before standing up. As I head for the door, Stiles grabs my arm and pulls me back.

“I love you,” He tells me, holding me to him.

“I love you too,” I breathe against his lips. He kisses me lightly before we hear Scott yelling at us to hurry up.

[ellorypurebloodculture]

10 Fandoms, 10 Characters, 10 Tags

Thank you for tagging me @x-authorship-x 💖💖💖

In no particular order, because I don't have the emotional capacity to pick my favorite characters and then pick a most favorite on top of that:

1. Liu Qingge (The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System)

I can't not love this guy. He's competent, honorable, and protective. His capacity for love is ... insane. He's so hardworking and diligent. And Cheng Luan (his sword) is epic!

2. Kozume Kenma (Haikyu!!)

In a lot of ways, Kenma reminds me of myself. I don't like large crowds or being forced to socialize. Like him, I'd rather have some alone time and focus on my personal hobbies and interests.

3. Senju Tobirama (Naruto)

I'm sure this choice doesn't shock anyone who's read my Naruto fics. Tobirama is hyper-competent. I am fascinated by the ruthlessly practical way his mind works. I adore that he creates new jutsu to achieve the seemingly impossible.

4. Hua Cheng (Heaven Official's Blessing)

Eight. Hundred. Years. Of. Devotion. Need I say more?

He's also a total BAMF.

5. Jon Antilles (Star Wars)

This one, I blame on Kat. I've never read the books/comics he apparently appears in. But Kat's written so many brilliant fics featuring him that I love him anyway. He has the coolest Force powers! Healing, growing plants, teleporting, walking through walls, etc. My obsession is legit.

6. Lan Jingyi (The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation)

He's a cultivator who's terrified of ghosts. And he faces them anyway! He's an extremely loyal friend. Also, Lan Jingyi is 100000% a Chaos Gremlin ™ and I have a serious weakness for those.

7. Thorin Oakenshield (The Hobbit)

... How am I supposed to pick anyone else after he sang Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold in the first Hobbit film?!

He's also loyal, loves his family and people, perseveres when most people would give up, etc.

8. Dabi (Boku no Hero Academia)

Everyone will think I'm possessed if I don't have at least one villain on this list. 😂

Dabi's character design, Quirk, backstory, and motivations fascinate me. Like a moth to flame (pun intended), he draws me in.

9. Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

He's just ... a flailing, intelligent, rambling, snarky, hyper-loyal, cutthroat amalgamation and I can't do anything but love him.

10. Q (James Bond)

I think this list has thoroughly established that I love competent and intelligent characters. Q's ingenuity delights me. I also adore when he engages in word play.

Anyone who wants to participate, please feel free to tag me! 💖

Tagging (only if you want to play): @spanthedistance @gopherheiyuki @englishlotusflower @sincerely-wyvern @shadowicepuma @shaddowsong @airasilver @admiringtheskies @nateneedssleep @welshbaes

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

10 characters/10 fandoms

YESSS THANK YOU @jaynesilver FINALLY MY WIDE READING OF FIC COMES IN HANDYYY

We're gonna go chronologically through my life because I think that's REALLY FUN (I legit couldn't choose a west wing character just know that if there's a secret 11th character is the ensemble cast of the west wing)

Artemis Fowl, Artemis Fowl

My first antihero, and we started YOUNG on that, I was reading these books premiddle school. I was obsessed with these books as a kid, and I'm still obsessed with them today. There's rumors of a third, more adult series when Artemis and Holly may get together and I will EAT THAT SHIT UP I LOVE THEM

2. Vexen, Kingdom Hearts

I Legit think this man primed me to enjoy Hux as a character. Like, I'm not kidding, I was obsessed with him as a kid. I'm 90% certain I wrote deviant art fan fic, but I have since abandoned that account so it's hard to know for sure if it ever got published. I was definitely roll playing at age, like, 13? way too young but god I loved him he was BATSHIT

3. Ianto Jones, Torchwood

Man, I can't really explain how much Ianto Jones as a character, he and Jack's kiss on screen, their relationship, and the events of the 456 changed me? It was DEEP though, I woke up the next day a different person, with much less trust in television writer's and their good intentions.

4. Desmond Miles, Assassin's Creed

We have to jump a few years to mid high school, because no joke I was on that Kingdom Hearts train for a WHILE. I love him, he was probably my first blorbo, before the term was invented. I tried to play the games after (MAJOR SPOILER) but I just couldn't do it. They didn't have the draw without him.

5. Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf

Now we've hit late high school, arguably my second blorbo. As a kid with ADHD, he was no joke valuable representation to me, even if it was sometimes played for laughs. I was also the least athletic kid on multiple sports teams who still tried really hard, so I got him, yknow?

6. Will Graham, Hannibal

It's legit tough for me to chose if I like the Will Graham of the books or the TV show better. (Don't ask me about the movies, I haven't seen them, and I probably won't. Movies and I have trouble. See: ADHD.) I'm not sure if he's a blorbo or just like, a regular character I like? My hannibal phase was my last 8 year ship, so the line is pretty blurred.

Now we've reached the part where I dived into a lot of fandoms at once, because I dropped out of college and kind of did a weird spiral? Idk, we've lost chronology is what I'm saying

7. Artemis Crock, Young Justice

god I cannot say enough good things about her and I also cannot express how much (MAJOR SPOILER) made me mad FOR HER. Like it was cruel specifically to her and we should talk more about that, honestly. She was definitely a blorbo, but we're still PRE blorbo as a word in my vocabulary.

8. Darcy Lewis, MCU

My first real fandom bicycle, I ship her with everyone from Loki to Agent Coulson to Natasha. As someone who often feels like the comic relief character in their own life, I appreciate her.

9. Kent Parson, OMG Check Please

My sweet, sweet disaster son. My emotionally constipated hockey boy. The reason captain america is my SECOND favorite character with a birthday on the Fourth of July. I love him, he was amazing, and also my first experience with like, really toxic fandom was being so mad when people tried to equate his canon mental health issues with a noncanon, imagined abuse?? It was wild, I ended up so distressed about it i did have to leave the fandom.

10. Armitage Hux, Star Wars

I mean you've been on my blog for like ten seconds i think it's obvious?? The others needed explanations but like YOURE HERE YOU KNOW

WAIT I FORGOT TO TAG PEOPLE SHIT @sariastrategos @gingersnappish @fallingdeeperintothispit

[soleadita]

DONT BE A COWARD!!!!!! EXPLODE YOUR BRAIN!!!! EXPLODE MINE ALSO

this is still very much still in development in my brain, and i hesitate to go too hard with direct comparisons because, aside from the whole thing where chim and stiles are two unique characters in two very different shows, they're ALSO at totally different life stages. but. because i cannot help myself. i made a list. it's very incomplete and ranges from similar traumas to silly, superficial things.

consider this:

quippy guys with trauma who use sarcasm/wit/humor to deflect, hide their feelings, and/or diffuse situations

shared pain of watching their mothers die slowly when they were young (yeah this one hurt sorry)

subjected to a brother figure being absolutely sickeningly stupidly in love (scott/allison, scott/isaac, scott/kira; buck/eddie)

run around playing detective (see: stiles + all of teen wolf; chim + jonah arc; chim + treasure hunting episode)

nabbed by bad guys (gerard argent; jonah greenway)

make movie references that they think should be common knowledge and are continually exasperated upon discovering the people around them don’t know what they’re talking about (for stiles, it’s scott and star wars; for chim, it’s buck and like everything other than backdraft).

there's also the way i can picture stiles in Chim Situations and chim in Stiles Situations. like:

remember in 6x06 when chim TOLD KAREN THAT HEN HAD DIED?? look me straight in the fucking face and tell me stiles wouldn't pull some hilarious off-the-fucking-wall bullshit like that to get two of his besties back together. (we're gonna ignore the part where allison actually did die. sorry. that's. god. sorry.)

you know how stiles is, like, delighted, actually, to find out scott is a werewolf? he researches, he Knows Things, etc etc. tell me that wouldn't be chim? chim would have a fucking FIELD DAY!

if the love of stiles's life disappeared on him, he would absolutely drop everything and pull a months-long roadtrip to find them and convince them that they are loved and not a danger to their child. their uh. hypothetical child. no, i'm not thinking of eli hale why would you even insinuate such a thing i would never—

alternatively, i could totally see chim showing up to, i don't know, hen's house in the middle of the night and being all like, "the cops found half of a body in the woods, let's go and see if we can find the other half!!" (in this situation karen is melissa. not in a weird way, just in the way that i can picture chim slipping in through a window and karen startled and swinging a baseball bat like CHIM what are you DOING here why'd you come in through a window? and chim's like you locked the front door! and karen's like YEAH EXACTLY.)

(my life and all my earthly possessions for a treasure hunt episode but with teen wolf characters)

hmm. something something kevin following chim into firefighting only to end up dying on the job / scott following stiles into the woods only to end up being bitten by a werewolf. (not that either of them are to blame for it, but like. you know. i imagine they might have some guilt complexes going on.)

something about the way season 1 chim wants so badly to be seen a certain way by tatiana...the way he shows people what he thinks they want to see vs who he actually is because he thinks they won't want who he actually is...something about that feels so true to stiles's character in a way i can't totally put into words.

on a slightly more serious note, i just wanted to say that one of my favorite activities for enrichment in the enclosure (tm) is blorbo overlaying, wherein i take characters from one obsession and think about how i can categorize them based on characters from another obsession (*taylor swift voice* i have this thing, it's autism)(anyway). as a result, i've spent a lot of time thinking how the 9-1-1 characters could be smushed into teen wolf characters.

my knee-jerk urge was to see how much stiles and buck matched; yeah, they're both part of the most popular ship in their respective fandoms, but there's also the adhd thing, the knowledge of lots of different facts thing, the jeep thing, the whole "my worth lies in what i can do for others" thing...i can make a case. but for me, this ultimately breaks down when i think about how buck is just so...genuine and kind? he’s earnest. he’s gentle. the man's a himbo (affectionate). stiles is...very much Not. stiles is ALSO (when he hasn’t been, as one might say, sandpapered by the fandom) prickly. he’s got an inner circle that he’ll protect with his life. if you’re not in that circle, you’re just not really on his radar, unless you’re trying to join that circle, and then he’s suspicious until he’s sorta like vetted you.

(this is totally an aside, but it's the same reason why i've never really thought grumpy/sunshine works for sterek. derek is grumpy, sure, but stiles sure as fuck isn't sunshine.)

ANYWAY. i don’t think that’s chimney, exactly (i think he's probably a little sillier and friendlier), but i do think he and stiles both have a similar edge to them. like: see me. no wait. don't look. i'll make you see me. i'll make a snarky comment and draw attention to myself. but don't look directly at me. i'll talk and talk but i won't say anything real. they had to be the grown up in their home too young. they're terrified of losing their people, because their people are so fucking important to them, and because they know what it feels like, to lose someone, and if it happens again, it'll wreck them. they've got anxiety buried under three movie references and a wry side-eye and an exasperated, flailing hand gesture. they're fiercely loyal and protective.

uh. well. i guess that's all (lying LYING but i'm cutting myself off here). also, i feel like i didn't quite do chim justice so. sorry for that. and here's hoping for a chim-centric storyline (breakdown era?!) in our near future. <3

[lifblogs]

Tagged by: @evilwriter37

Favorite video game?

The Sims 4.

Favorite video game character?

No idea. Probably my dad’s video game OC blorbos.

Favorite movie or TV series?

Movies

The Lord of the Rings

The Avengers

Megamind

Kung Fu Panda 2

How to Train Your Dragon

Star Wars

Harry Potter (no one @ me)

If I Can’t Have Love, I Want Power (yes, I’m counting this)

TV Series

The 100 (in it for the whump, and some ships, only ever watch it up to the end of season 6)

Supernatural

Teen Wolf

Doctor Who

Rebels

The Clone Wars

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Lucifer

Never Have I Ever

Avatar: The Last Airbender

The Legend of Korra

Trollhunters

Race to the Edge

Game of Thrones (season 8 doesn’t exist, okay?)

Reign

Favorite movie or TV series character?

I’m on a Frodo Baggins kick right now, but am still obsessed with a ton of other characters.

Hobbies:

Thanks to injuries, COVID stealing my singing voice 3 years ago, and my clarinet being broken my hobbies have definitely diminished. Right now it’s basically just reading, and watching shows and movies, maybe a smidge of writing. Does getting obsessive and anxious about the internet/social media count as a hobby?

Obsessions:

Sam Winchester, Star Wars, Supernatural, The Lord of the Rings, Never Have I Ever. Background obsessions are everywhere, like Doctor Who, Teen Wolf. Mention it and I’ll be talking for hours.

Favorite genre/type of background music for whump daydreams?

Cinematic alternative.

What is your favorite whump trope?

Captivity! Once read the second half of a book in a day because the main character got captured.

What is your favorite whump pairing?

S

A

M

I

F

E

R

Sorry, had to write it like that because I’m so excited.

What was (one of) the first time(s) you experienced whumperflies?

The first was probably either while reading the Gone series by Michael Grant, or watching Teen Wolf. I vividly remember some of my first whumperflies being from watching season 7 of Supernatural and realizing what Lucifer had done to Sam in the Cage. Now ANY of their scenes give me whumperflies.

What’s your favorite whump scene from a piece of media?

Episode 3x18 “Riddled” from Teen Wolf. Everything with Stiles in that episode!! I have watched this over and over again just to see Stiles missing and getting tortured in his sleep. His SCREAMS. I’d recognize them anywhere. He’s getting hypothermia, and there’s a fucking steel jaw trap on his leg!!!

GIFS INCLUDED

What’s a book you would recommend, whump or not?

Hmm, this is tough because I read so much. Probably the Throne of Glass series by Sarah J. Maas because of it being epic fantasy with most of the last book being battles, and there is definitely a lot of whump.

What’s your favorite whump fic?

Some of them are definitely my own. Sorry. But damn, can we praise Infernal Fascination? Would get a link, but you know, AO3 is going through it.

Added Question: Who is your favorite author?

Damn, too hard. Time to list a few:

Brandon Sanderson

J. R. R. Tolkien

Robert Jordan

Sarah J. Maas

Michael Grant

R. F. Kuang, apparently, since I have all her books

Jennifer L. Armentrout

Kristen Britain

Rick Riordan

Jim Butcher

And add your own question:

What is your favorite whumpy book?

Not sure who to tag. Maybe @suncaptor would be interested in this?

[ao3-tag-statistics]

Which fandom has the highest proportion of fix-it fics? It's Stranger Things!

Congrats to the 2.2% of people/4 entire people who guessed correctly!

If you find a fandom where more than 10.97% of fics are tagged "Fix-it," let me know/prove me wrong!

If you want your fandom to be higher in the ranking, get writing I guess.

Fandoms in bold are fandoms where most of the fix-it fics are making gay ships happen/fixing queerbating. Fandoms in italics are fandoms where most of the fix-it fics are character death related. Fandoms in normal text (MCU and GoT) have more, shall we say, complex problems.

Stranger Things (11%)

Star Wars (6%) - Clone Wars is 9%

Game of Thrones (5.5%)

Naruto (5%)

Teen Wolf (4%)

BBC Merlin (3%)

Supernatural (3%)

The 100 (3%)

Hannibal (2.5%)

Supergirl (2%)

Voltron: Legendary Defender (2%)

MCU (2.16%)

BBC Sherlock (1%)

Once Upon a Time (1%)

Shoutouts:

The Voltron and Hannibal fics that made everyone women and declared it fixed. I'm obsessed with your minds.

Some of the fandoms are fixing "kill your gays" and "erase your gays" simultaneously, which I think is the backbone of society personally.

The Supernatural fandom, for having the tag "Episode Fix-It: s15e20 Carry On (Supernatural)".

The Sherlock fandom, for similarly having the tag "Series 04 Fix-it."

The Hannibal, Game of Thrones, Naruto, and Star Wars fandoms for having the most time travel in their fix-its. Marvel doesn't get a shoutout for that because they have canon time travel fix-it capabilities.

MASSIVE CHARACTER DEATH SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

Calculations + notes on the top sub-tags in "Fix-it" for each fandom below the cut:

I'm including a few notes based on the top Additional Tags and the premises of the top fics by kudos. These notes should not be construed to have any real statistical value.

Poll answers

Supernatural 25%

Merlin 12.5%

Voltron 11%

MCU 10.5%

Sherlock 9%

Star Wars 9%

Game of Thrones 6%

Hannibal 5%

Teen Wolf = Naruto 3.8%

Stranger Things = Other (as far as I can tell, mostly Once Upon a Time) 2.2%

Real answers

88,153 Works in Stranger Things (TV 2016)

9,670 Works tagged Fix-it, including top tag "Eddie Munson Lives," lots of Bisexual Steve and Gay Eddie, Steve Deserves Hugs, angsty time loops for Steve, and STEDDIE. 10.97%

234,619 Works in Star Wars - All Media Types

13,495 Works tagged Fix-it, with a specific tag for Rise of Skywalker (is that the one where Palpatine returns?? i didn't watch the new ones). Lots of Vader lives and Anakin never turns evil, Reylo is the top ship followed by Padmé/Anakin, shoutout to the very popular fic where Mandalorians all try to marry Jedi so everything is fine, some time travel feat. Luke, Obi-Wan (his time travel fics are popular!), and the Mandalorian. 5.75% ~bonus subset~ 48,666 Works in Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types 4,462 Works tagged Fix-it, including 425 Anakin never goes Dark Side, 42 "Fives Lives", and 18 "Order 66 Didn't Happen." 9.17%

58,803 Works in Game of Thrones (TV)

3,244 Works tagged Fix-it, including a lot of time travel, "Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen are Jon Snow's Parents," "Jon Snow is a Targaryen," "Daenerys Targaryen is Not a Mad Queen," and some weird prequel shit? How is this so bad that y'all need PRE-CANON fix-it fics for your ships?? 5.52%

114,860 Works in Naruto (Anime & Manga)

5,494 Works tagged Fix-it, including a button of time travel, lots of Uchiha Izuna living, genderfluid Naruto, and some post-canon fix-its. 4.78%

124,520 Works in Teen Wolf (TV)

5,091 Works tagged Fix-it, including top tags "The Hale Family Lives" and "Laura Hale Lives," Stiles getting magic, Derek being an alpha, "Vernon Boyd and Erica Reyes Live," making Peter suck less, and a lot of Stiles x Derek. 4.09%

56,023 Works in Merlin (TV)

1,747 Works tagged Fix-it, including a lot of magic revealed, some Lancelot lives, and some popular post-canon Arthur resurrection fics that are canon-compliant. 3.12%

260,869 Works in Supernatural (TV 2005)

7,249 Works tagged Fix-it, several post-canon fix-it. They have a WHOLE TAG, WITH SEVEN HUNDRED FICS, CALLED "Episode Fix-It: s15e20 Carry On (Supernatural)" HOLY SHIT Y'ALL HATE THE FINALE SO MUCH HAHAHA. Also some Mary Winchester Lives, Castiel doesn't got to superhell, "Dean Winchester Uses Actual Words," Gay Sex, etc. 2.78%

36,116 Works in The 100 (TV)

987 Works tagged Fix-it, including top tags Lexa Lives, Endgame Clarke Griffin/Lexa, and Anya Lives. Lots of mushy stuff like reincarnation and soulmates. 2.73%

37,853 Works in Hannibal (TV)

913 Works tagged Fix-it, including top tag "Abigail Hobbs Lives," a lot of Hannigram, and a surprising amount of time travel. 2.41%

39,705 Works in Supergirl (TV 2015)

882 Works tagged Fix-it, featuring top relationship Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor (SuperCorp), Astra Lives, and Lena Knows Kara Is Supergirl. 2.22%

78,370 Works in Voltron: Legendary Defender

1,713 Works tagged Fix-it, primarily Allura and Adam live, some post-canon fix it, some Keith's dad lives, some Lance deserved better 2.19%

505,646 Works in Marvel Cinematic Universe

10,940 Works tagged Fix-it, with a lot of Post-Endgame and a shitton of time travel. The most kudos goes to a fic where Tony Stark accidentally takes over the world in Civil War?? Also includes Loki time-traveling and warning himself about Various Bullshit, lots of Tony Stark being reborn in the past and fixing everything, Peter Parker getting the Infinity Gauntlet, Iron Man surviving Endgame but only because Spider-man deserved better, a lot of Team Iron Man Civil War fics, and one where Nebula decides to KO Thanos before The Incident. 2.16%

17,090 Works in The Vampire Diaries (TV)

361 Works tagged Fix-it, lots of time travel and Klaus and Elijah getting good. 2.11%

118,539 Works in Sherlock (TV)

1,526 Works tagged Fix-it, with a lot of love confessions and a whole tag for "Series 04 Fix-it" with 193 fics. Mostly making Johnlock happen/John and Mary splitting at various points in the series/His Last Vow Johnlock fics. 1.29%

52,077 Works in Once Upon a Time (TV)

650 Works tagged Fix-it, including a lot of Neal Cassidy lives and top ships Belle/Rumpelstiltskin and Evil Queen/Emma Swan. The top several fics by kudos are Evil Queen/Emma Swan. 1.25%

Fix-it Fic Showdown

I got most of these by googling "TV shows with bad endings" lol, and also the biggest fandoms from searching the tag "Fix-it" on AO3.

[screamxqueenx94]

Hey! Not sure if im asking at the right place but could i get a teen wolf ship please

Tw:mention of mental disorders

About how i look:

I'm 21, i have dyed ginger hair, green/grey eyes, im 4"9 in height, i am overweight.

More about my personality: french is my first language I play video games, i love animal crossing, the sims, life is strange and the last of us, i like movies like LOTR the hobbit and HP a lot i'm into witchcraft and spirituality, true crime, I have a 9yo black cat they are my favorite! I have a wierd obsession with snails as well they are my dream pet.I'm usually very honest with people and very blunt, i've been to psychwar before where i was diagnosed with BPD, PTSD, ED and anxiety.

I have 2 older sister, a mom and dad abandoned us, i m not close to anyone and i'm usually in my own bubble.

Thank you very much for taking the time to reply ot even read!

Have a good day/night

Hi love! Sorry it took me awhile to get back to you, work has been crazy!

So I ship you with Stiles!

Stiles would understand you more than anyone since he has been in a mental facility as well (even if by his own choice)

With everything he's been through, there's no question he has PTSD too (also he has anxiety)

He'd also figure out ways to help you have healthy coping mechanisms for your ED

While it's obvious he loves Star Wars, he would be all for getting into LOTR, The Hobbit and HP as well

Let's be honest, he's probably into video games too

And true crime considering he's basically the pack's detective

He gives off dog person vibes, however I think he'd be super sweet to your cat

Especially since he understands the way black cats are seen as bad luck

He'd playfully tease you about your obsession with snails

But then anytime he sees anything snail related, he gets it for you or is always sending your pics of snails

He'd love to hear you speak French to him

Even if he doesn't understand it

He'd absolutely respect your bluntness and honesty

It's one of his favorite things about you

He thinks more people should be like you

Your eyes are unique and he loves it

He could get completely lost in them

He would probably look into them all day

He would also love how tiny you are

He would love that he gets to always be the big spoon

As for being overweight?

He doesn't care

In fact, he reminds you how beautiful are everyday

He reminds you that it just makes you twice as cuddly

As for being in your own bubble?

Well, he can help with that too

He wouldn't force it by any means

But he would help you get out of your comfort zone

He worries that you may be lonely

He wants you to have friends because he thinks it'll help with your mental health

He also hopes that you'd like his friends so you all could hang out together since he knows his friends would like you

Well that's all I have! I hope you like it! (Wasn't sure if I should ship you with a boy or girl since sexuality wasn't specified, but that's okay!) Thank you for sending in your ship request babes! I had fun and related to this one a lot! (I also have PTSD, ED anxiety and have depression) Hope you have an amazing day/night!

[angelblacksmith]

Sleepover (S.S)

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Warning: kiss, mention stress

Summary: Sheriff Stilinski is on night duty, so the reader stays overnight at Stiles'.

Word count: 801

It was already getting dark outside the window. The clock above the kitchen cabinet ticked steadily and showed the time. It's almost seven o'clock in the evening. In autumn, the sun set early, and there was a pleasant and light coolness outside. Stiles liked this weather because he could wear his flannel shirts. Sheriff Stilinski was on night duty, so you decided to stay "a little bit" and spend the night at Stiles' house. After the story with the obsessed Stiles, you tried to spend as much time with him as possible so that he would not drown in his thoughts and constant guilt. You can say that only with you Stiles felt like himself and he was more than comfortable.

Stiles was waiting for you in the living room to watch Star Wars while you were in the kitchen looking for provisions and food for tonight's movie. After opening the refrigerator and taking out a box of ice cream, you hurried to close it, but suddenly almost jumped because of a loud exclamation behind your back.

In a panic, you turned and looked through the doorway. Bent over and clutching his chest in the heart area, Stiles was a true drama queen. Raising an eyebrow in a silent question, you nodded in the hope that it would explain to you what the deepest scene of the drama you are currently watching.

"I'm sorry, I think I just had a heart attack when I looked at you-you're so cute." Stiles smiled so that charming dimples appeared on his cheeks, he was clearly going to impress you with his statement. But you just clicked your tongue and barely smiled out of the corner of your lips.

"Should I comment on this?" It was a more rhetorical question than an interrogative one, but Stiles was quick to give an answer.

"Yes, you should have said that your boyfriend is the most beautiful and amazing." Stiles smiled even harder and leaned against the wall. A gray T-shirt and dark disheveled hair betrayed the boy the comfort you needed after all the stress you had experienced. "And also that I'm the best actor."

"In that case, you should say that I am the best girl, because no one else would tolerate all your antics." Grabbing ice cream and walking to Stilinski, you stopped in the maximum permissible proximity. The ice cream box between you was the only obstacle. "You're an insufferable fool at times. "

You weren't trying to hurt or hurt Stiles with your words. On the contrary, at times it was this childish stupidity, seasoned with practical jokes and a bunch of jokes, that made you fall in love with him more and more. Stiles took the ice cream box out of your hand and left it on the kitchen table. His arms wrapped around your waist and gently ran up and down your spine.

"Actually, miss. I'm a fool because I love you, and that's the only reason." Stiles smiled slyly and gave you a quick peck on the nose. Your hands were at that moment lying on the boy's chest and smoothing the T-shirt on him.

Leaving a light kiss on your neck, Stilinski continued to lay a path of light kisses along your jaw. You fell silent and slightly closed your eyes. Noticing this, the boy, clearly pleased with his activity with kisses and your reaction, looked into your eyes when you opened them. There was an ear-to-ear smile on his face, and there were sparkles in his eyes.

"Stop smiling, I'm going to kiss you." Your words brought even more happiness to his face, and his smile became even brighter. He deliberately tried to hide her smile, but to no avail. Shaking your head, you lightly kissed the corner of his lips. At the same moment, Stiles stopped smiling and caught your lips with his.

Stiles' hands were also resting on your waist. Slightly squeezing the T-shirt that you safely stole from his closet a couple of hours ago, he let out a light moan into your lips. Following that, you pulled Stiles by the strands of his hair, deepening the kiss and making him make another quiet half-moan. Slightly biting your lower lip, Stiles gently moved away, but did not remove his hands from your waist.

"You have such soft lips. I can kiss them all day, but I'm afraid then our ice cream will melt." He gestured to the box. You nodded affirmatively agreeing with his opinion. "After all, we still have a whole night ahead of us."

[teenwolffanclub-me]

Strictly Professional

| FBI! Stiles Stilinski x Reader |

Part Six

Warnings: way more angst than planned but I got a little carried away :/

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Stiles was on cloud nine.

That is, at least, until the realization that he’d said those stupid stupid words to her crashed down onto his shoulders.

God, I love you.

What the fuck was he thinking? He wasn’t thinking, actually. His brain could not have been working because what. the. fuck.

It took a full day. A whole twenty four hours of replaying the most amazing night of his life to realize what he said. Maybe she hadn’t heard? He doesn’t remember her reacting, so she must not have even heard him.

I mean, there’s no way she could feel that kind of emotion for him. He didn’t even feel it for her. It was a slip up. A completely inappropriate and awkward word-vomit that he deeply regretted. Definitely.

With a pained groan, he slams his head down onto the desk in front of him, but quickly lifts it back up with a wince to rub at the sore spot on his forehead. His eyes shift toward the small clock at his work station and his stomach rolls uncomfortably.

He’s been dreading this moment since they parted ways. It was nearly eight o’clock, and Y/N would surely prance through the doors any minute. He’d gotten here early with the hope that he could finish his paperwork before she made it in.

He wasn’t ready to see her. Not yet.

She was bound to have remembered what he said by now, and there was no way she was going to let him live it down.

Just then, the unmistakable sound of her laughter filled the room. He squeezed his eyes shut with a wince, heart fluttering in his chest.

Traitor.

He peeled his eyes open and forced his attention onto the notebook in front of him. But, that lasted all of three seconds before the urge to look at her was overwhelming.

When he finally did, all the air he’d unintentionally been holding in whooshed from his lungs.

His burning gaze started at her hair, pinned back at the nape of her neck in a way that practically screamed for him to tear it down. Then, he caught sight of those eyes. Those eyes of hers that set him ablaze. With one look, just one simple fleeting glance, he was completely at her mercy.

And she wasn’t even looking his way.

No, she was deep in an animated conversation with another intern. All Stiles could do was watch, transfixed, as she waved her hands around and seemingly told the worlds most interesting story.

Her lips—god, those lips—he could almost taste them. They pulled into a slow grin before she broke out into another deep laugh, her head falling back ever so slightly. Instantly, images of her doing the same, this time from pleasure he was giving her, flashed through his mind.

He gulped and forced his eyes away, although they didn’t land anywhere more helpful. Now, he was stuck at her waist, admiring the way her blouse was tucked so perfectly into the top of her skirt. His gaze kept falling, until an audible groan left him at the sight of her bare legs.

He wanted her. No, he needed her. So, so fucking badly.

But he didn’t just want the sex. Sure, that’s what his dick wanted, and it was a nice bonus, but that wasn’t all he wanted from her. He wanted everything. He wanted to take her to dinner, marathon the entire Star Wars series in one weekend, go on lazy Sunday morning errands and—fuck.

He was in love.

He was completely, maddeningly, obsessively in love with her. And he was an idiot for not seeing it sooner.

“Stilinski, a moment?”

He nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden, unexpected presence behind him. His eyes snapped into focus, landing right on hers, looking back at him with curiosity and a tinge of concern. He sputtered silently, cheeks flaming, entirely lost for words.

“Stilinski.” His name was a harsh command this time, so he quickly whipped around, coming face to face with his boss.

“Yes, sir.” The words rushed from his lips in one breath before he practically ran into the office. He didn’t want his supervisor thinking he wasn’t on top of things while in the office. Plus, he had to get the hell out of that room before he did something he’d regret.

The door swung shut behind him with a quiet pop and he quickly scrambled into one of the chairs opposite his boss at the lazy gesture of his arm. He swallowed against the dryness in his throat and gripped the armrests tightly. It took every ounce of his willpower to keep his face blank as he desperately tried to calm his racing heart.

His mind was just an endless stream of obscenities as he processed his revelation. He loves her. He fucking loves her and what was he supposed to do now?

“Do you think I’m stupid, Stiles?” His attention snapped back to his boss at the terrifyingly monotonous way he’d just asked that question.

“Um…no?” He stuttered, beyond clueless as to where this was going.

“You’ve improved a great deal over the course of your time here.” Despite the compliment, his deep voice had an edge that made Stiles even more weary.

He blinked slowly a few times while trying to figure out what the hell was going on. “Oh, well uh...thank you, I—”

“However, your insubordination is becoming an issue.” He stilled at that, wide eyes trailing his boss as he leaned back in his huge, plush desk chair.

He simply stared at him, shoulders tense and jaw ticking. “I’m sorry?”

“No matter how good the agent, sleeping with your partner will never be tolerated. I thought I made that clear.”

Fuck.

How the hell could he know that? It only just happened a day ago. He definitely hadn’t told anyone, that’s for damn sure, but maybe Y/N had. That didn’t sound like something she would do, but then again, they hadn’t spent that much time—

“I’m bringing this to your attention now, rather than moving forward with termination, because I think you have potential. Both of you.” His eyes bored into Stiles’, who could do nothing but silently sputter at the not so subtle warning.

Termination? Just like that? His entire future would be canned. Thrown down the garbage disposal, never to be seen or heard from again.

“Tell me this, do you want to be an agent, or do you want to pursue this…relationship? You won’t have both.”

His jaw tightened, hot anger rising in his chest at the implication. He tried to school his features, he really did, but he’d bet money that he was glaring daggers at his boss right now. He was making a lot of assumptions. He had no proof that they’d slept together.

And yet…they had.

He knew it was wrong. They were on the job, for gods sake. But that hadn’t stopped him. And it wouldn’t stop him from doing it again.

At least, it wouldn’t have before this wake up call.

His boss was right. He couldn’t have both, and he knew it. He was living in a little fantasy world where he and Y/N could play house and earn their badges at the same time. It just wasn’t practical. At the very least, it was a conflict of interest. At the very worst, it could cost them both their careers.

He cast his eyes to the carpeted floor, fists clenched painfully tight as he practically spit the words out. “I want to be an agent, sir.”

A heavy, tense beat of silence passed before he heard the order he was dreading. “Then get focused. And end this thing before it goes too far.”

That was the first crack. He felt it. Deep, and unbelievably painful. It was the beginning of a horrible series of events he wouldn’t soon forget.

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It had been five hours.

Five hours of chasing Stiles Stilinski around the office.

It seemed like every time they caught eyes, each moment she finally mustered up the courage to confront him, he bolted.

She knew he could be a little spastic, and flighty, but this was getting ridiculous. They had to talk about…it. Them. As much as she didn’t enjoy the morning after discussion, it was necessary.

They’d managed to skip over it before parting ways. They’d kept that blissful bubble intact the entire time they packed up their things and made their way home, which was honestly pretty impressive considering both of their track records.

But, god, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

He hands, his lips, his…yeah, anyway. The sex was amazing. The best she’d ever had. She’d been with a few guys before and none of them—not a single one—seemed to understand her the way he did. Not just psychically, either.

He truly understood her. When they weren’t arguing, they worked together seamlessly. They were at the top of their class. They’d solved the most practice cases, completed all the challenges first, the whole works.

And now, finally, that stifling tension had dissipated. She still felt it, that little jolt to her heart each time they caught eyes, but it wasn’t nearly as devastating.

For now, she could ignore it.

In its wake, something else remained. A simmering deep within her chest that only grew with each thought of him. She’d replayed those words he said to her countless times by now, etching the way they sounded on his lips into her memory.

And, albeit a little begrudgingly, she’d realized she felt the same.

She was in love with him.

And she had to tell him.

At the end of the fifth hour, she finally had an opportunity to do just that. She peaked up from her work station just in time to see him making his way down the narrow hall. With a quick glance in each direction to make sure no one was watching and a hasty smoothing of her skirt, she jumped into action.

She knew the moment he saw her. His shoulders stiffened, his nostrils flared, but he actively avoided her gaze. Her brows furrowed in mild confusion, but she was a woman on a mission and she wasn’t letting anything stop her.

As she passed him, she hooked an arm through his and opened a nearby door with her free hand. She nearly lost her balance as they stumbled into the cramped supply closet, the door shutting with a slam behind them.

“Jesus!” Stiles flailed dramatically, almost slapping her in the face in the process as he all but ripped his arm out of her grasp. “What the hell are you doing? You can’t just shove people into closets.”

The words were a low hiss into the few inches between them. Y/N took a startled step back, curious gaze trailing his face as she flicked the overhead light on. She bristled at the anger, the pure frustration behind his honey eyes.

“You can when they’ve been avoiding you all day.” She searched his expression for anything deeper than the wall he almost always had up, but something was off.

He wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“Look, Stiles, this doesn’t have to be awkward. I’m not weird, okay? So don’t be weird.” She chuckled, practically feeling the anxiety rolling off of him in waves.

She wanted to make him comfortable. Maybe he thought she was having second thoughts about what they’d done. She’d witnessed his freak outs before, and she could sense another looming closely overhead.

She took a tentative step toward him, pausing when he flinched. Her lips pulled into a frown but she pushed forward anyway, determined to make things right.

“Stiles…” She all but sighed his name, bringing a hand up to cradle his jaw.

And that was the second crack. Stiles’ chest constricted painfully at her close proximity. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her and pull her those last few inches until she was flush against him—but he couldn’t.

It would only make this harder.

“There’s something—”

“Y/N, I—”

Her quiet chuckle did little to break through the fog of regret already pooling in his chest. He finally met her eyes, feeling his resolve crumbling more by the second.

“Let me go first. There’s something I need to tell you—” She started hopefully, only to be cut off again.

“No, I need to, um…I need to go first—”

“Stiles,” She interrupted him with a playful scowl. He somehow wasn’t grasping the gravity of this moment. “This is really important, okay? I’m trying to tell you that I lo—”

“I can’t do this.” The words rushed from his mouth in one single breath, almost too quickly to decipher.

Y/N froze for a few long moments. They looked at each other, really looked at each other for the first time since their night together. There was a crease between his brows, something that only happened when he was seriously stressed out. His lips were pulled into a tight line, meaning he was beyond anxious but trying to hide it.

That’s when she started subconsciously curling in on herself, her hand slowly dragging away from his face until it fell back down at her side limply.

“Can’t do what?” She drew the words out to make sure she really understood whatever he was about to say.

Stiles felt his eyes prickling with unwanted moisture and almost changed his mind. He turned on his heel and took a step toward the door, but stopped short. No matter how much every fiber of his being was begging him not to do this…he had to.

He loved her more than anyone that had come before, and that’s why he had to go through with this.

He’d been working toward becoming an agent his entire life. He stalked his dad and the rest of the Beacon Hills police department, learned all their secret codes, knew all the laws by heart before his tenth birthday, hijacked countless missions. He was born to do this.

And Y/N was no different. He knew her story. Knew how the people she loved had been wronged by the system and how she yearned to correct it from the inside.

He couldn’t take that away from her. No matter how much he wanted her, no matter how much it would hurt him to do this, he couldn’t be the reason her dreams fell through.

“I can’t do…this. Not with you.” He grimaced as he forced the words out, not daring face her.

“What are you talking about?” Her voice dropped to a tentative whisper, a barely noticeable quiver at the end.

It nearly broke him in two.

He squeezed his eyes shut, a single drop of moisture falling down his cheek. Of course, she was going to make him say it. He had to spell it out for her because, at the end of the day, she was always optimistic. She would give him the benefit of the doubt until he forced her not to.

“I uh, that night we had it…it was…” He swallowed harshly, feeling the rough scratch in his throat as his emotions threatened to burst from within. His stomach twisted, a final plea to stop before it was too late, but there was no going back now.

It was because he knew her so well, because he needed a clean break, that he had to do the very last thing he ever wanted to do. He had to hurt her.

“It was a mistake.” Despite himself, he turned to peer over his shoulder. He needed to see her reaction, had to imprint it in his brain to forever remember why he couldn’t grovel at her feet for forgiveness. “It was a mistake we never should’ve made, and…I—I would take it back if I could.”

A sharp intake of breath was the only sound between them. All Stiles could do was watch as her face crumbled, her wide eyes instantly becoming glassy. Her bottom lip trembled, a minute, almost undetectable movement that put another deep splinter in his heart.

Within seconds she’d pieced herself back together, a stoic expression masking the turmoil she felt inside.

How could she be so stupid?

Of course, it’d been a mistake. He hadn’t meant those three words he let slip. It made perfect sense. She didn’t know whether he was playing her this whole time—simply looking for an easy lay—or whether she’d grossly misinterpreted his signals.

And she couldn’t even begin to think about which was worse.

Stiles braced himself for the onslaught of harsh words, the anger, the yelling. He deserved all of it and more. He almost doubled over from the pain in his chest as he watched her square her shoulders and tilt her chin up. She was putting on a brave face for him, because of him, and it was absolutely devastating.

“Fuck you.” Y/N snapped the insult with a snarl of her lips as she clenched her fists and stalked right past him.

A harsh puff of air rushed from his chest as he was left standing there, alone, trying to collect the pieces of his heart that he just shattered.

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The chilled evening air brushed against Y/N’s bare skin, leaving a wake of goosebumps in its path.

It was nearly nine o’clock, and she’d just left the office. Honestly, she barely remembered the second half of her day. It mostly consisted of trying to keep her shit together while finishing the remaining paperwork at her station.

Her emotions were on an exhausting rotation. One minute, she was furious. She was so angry with Stiles for the bait and switch act he pulled. Then, she was sad. Really fucking sad. In those moments, her heart felt twice as heavy as it was meant to be.

She wanted to make sure he was gone before she left, because there was no way in hell she would be getting anywhere near him voluntarily. But, as the hours ticked by and their colleagues filtered out, she decided to throw in the towel.

He’d been still as a statue across the room for at least twenty minutes before she let out a scoff of frustration and hastily packed up her things. She had no idea what his problem was, but she wasn’t interested in playing his stupid waiting game any longer.

She wrapped her arms around herself as a shiver rolled up her spine, a dejected sigh leaving her lips when she finally reached her car.

Somehow, she’d been wrong about everything.

Not only did Stiles not love her, but he wanted nothing to do with her. He regretted their night together. He’d take it back if he could.

A sudden vibration from Y/N’s hip pulled her out of her depressing spiral. She reached into her pocket to retrieve her phone, and let out a relieved breath as she read the caller I.D.

“Hey Lyds, I’m on my way back.” Her shoulders slumped as she leaned against her car for support, the floodgates threatening to burst at the mere thought of her best friend. “You will not believe the day I just had.”

“I, uh…I’m not home.” Lydia’s voice crackled on the other end of the line.

Y/N practically whined into the phone, wanting nothing more than to curl up on the couch and vent her frustrations. “Well I need you to get there, like, now. I have so much to tell—”

“I-I can’t…I need—can you come get me?” A frown pulled at Y/N’s lips as she instantly noticed the quiver in her best friend’s voice.

Her back stiffened, a hot spark of anger igniting in her chest at the thought of Scott—or anyone, really—having done something to hurt her. All concerns for her own problems vanished in an instant. The only time she’d ever heard Lydia sound like this was when her ex cheated on her in high school and she basically had a psychotic break.

Her brows furrowed as she unlocked her car and slid into the drivers seat. “You okay?”

Just as she turned the ignition, she heard a gruff male voice bark something in the background. Her frown deepened. That didn’t sound like Scott.

There was a startled yelp followed by a harsh gasp before Lydia spoke again, her tone seeping in forced evenness. “I’m at Scott’s. Can you come get me?”

“Yeah, of course, Lyds. Is everything okay?” Y/N threw the car into reverse and peeled out of the parking lot at top speed. Something was very, very wrong. She could feel it.

“Yeah…just—”

The line went dead.

“Lydia?” She called on instinct, though she knew she was no longer on the other end.

She pulled the phone away from her ear and glanced toward the screen. It hadn’t died, and she had four bars of service. There was no reason that call should’ve ended so abruptly.

The realization made her stomach twist in discomfort. She threw her phone down onto the passenger seat with a frustrated growl and stepped on the gas, feeling the peddle hit the floor of the car for the first time.

Eleven minutes later, her eyes danced around the perimeter of the house as her fingers drummed impatiently on the wheel. She stared at the message she’d just sent Lydia, gaze focused on the tiny word she didn’t want to see: delivered.

She made it two minutes before popping her car door open and tumbling out. Even without the weird phone call, a response time this slow was unusual for her best friend. Add in the ominous cloud of dread hanging over Y/N’s shoulders and, yeah, she wasn’t waiting a second longer.

After practically running to the door, she immediately pushed it open, keeping one hand secured to the handle, her tiny can of pepper spray clutched in the other. She peered around the edge as it swung slowly. Her eyes darted through the dark space of the entryway, noting Lydia’s heels thrown haphazardly next to Scott’s tennis shoes.

“Lyds?” She tentatively made her way into the house, the harsh thumping of her heart ringing in her ears.

She had no idea what she would be walking into, but nothing—and I mean nothing—could have prepared her for what she encountered next.

“Oh my god!” She all but shrieked at the sight of Lydia slumped on one of the dining chairs.

It was placed in the middle of the living room, the coffee table broken in half and thrown down beside her. Y/N’s wide eyes lingered on the splintered wood for a brief second, wondering how the hell that could’ve happened.

She bolted toward Lydia and sank to her knees, quickly taking in her battered appearance. Her hands were tied behind her back with a piece of rope, her legs secured in the same way. Y/N dropped her pepper spray on the floor beside her and instantly got to work undoing the knots.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I told him. I told him and he made me call you.” Lydia blubbered, a fresh stream of tears joining the black streaks already dried onto her face.

“Told who what?” Y/N frantically tugged at the rope, her brain completely frazzled.

There was so much to take in. Never mind the bruises already forming on Lydia’s fair skin and the blood dripping from the crown of her head—there was no time to deal with any of that right now—whoever did this could be anywhere in the house.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lydia’s hands were free. She immediately joined Y/N’s efforts to release her legs, quickly glancing toward the kitchen before letting out a quivering breath.

“Okay, um—I need you to listen to me, alright? What I’m about to say is going to sound a little crazy. But we don’t have a lot of time.” Lydia’s voice dropped to a low whisper beside her ear.

She spared another glance away before continuing. “Scott is a werewolf.”

A heavy beat of silence passed between them. Y/N froze, her brows creasing with worry as she glanced up to meet her best friend's fierce emerald eyes. She figured Lydia had a mild concussion at the very least, but by the sounds of it she was leaning more toward an actual brain injury.

“I know, okay? But you have to listen to me. This guy is also a werewolf, kind of—he's a chimera if we're being technical—but that’s beside the point. He wants something from Stiles.”

Y/N's brain short circuited at the unfamiliar string of words. She had absolutely no idea what the fuck she just said, but still bristled at the mention of Stiles' name, briefly losing her balance as she tugged the last remaining knot loose. "And that involves me how?"

Y/N managed to scoop up her pepper spray and shove it into her pocket before they both scrambled to their feet and ran toward the front door. They were only steps away when an unfamiliar voice cut through the otherwise silent house, stopping them in their tracks.

"Because you're going to help me get it." The declaration rolled through the space, his tone rich with a confident smugness that made Y/N’s heart drop.

She turned to face him, those few uncertain seconds agonizing, and entwined her fingers with Lydia’s. Her heart was beating painfully hard as her eyes trailed down the stranger's form, absorbing every detail possible in case she would need to identify him later.

She gulped and mustered up he nerve to stand up to him. “Look, I don’t know who you are or what you want but I can tell you right now—”

Time seemed to slow as he suddenly lurched forward. Lydia let out a scream and Y/N’s eyes widened in horror as he moved impossibly fast. Within a split second, he had her pinned to a nearby wall, his long fingers wrapped tightly around her throat.

“No!” Lydia was easily shoved out of the way by his free hand, falling into a heap on the floor with a thump.

Y/N clawed and kicked at her attacker, but it was no use. It was obvious that he was strong just by the throbbing pressure around her neck. Her eyes filled with moisture as the stranger smirked in satisfaction at her struggling. His head tilted to the side, almost in a peak of curiosity at the sight.

“So this is what's made him so soft.” His hazel eyes trailed over her face with an displaced casualness as she gasped for breath, before casting Lydia a dismissive glance. "You've served your purpose. Run along now."

Lydia staggered to her feet and looked desperately between them, fresh tears coating her cheeks. The absolute last thing she wanted to do was leave Y/N with this maniac, but technically it was part of the deal. He hadn't given her much of a choice. It was either die at his hand, or call her and be set free.

It was her only chance at finding Scott and getting help. If the things he'd told her about this guy were true, he was incredibly dangerous and needed to be stopped. Like, yesterday.

“Go.” Y/N managed to croak the single word out, which only caused the hand on her throat to tighten in response.

She knew they had a better chance of surviving this if one of them made it out now. Y/N knew exactly how it would go. Once Lydia got far enough away, she’d call for help. Even if this guy moved her to a secondary location, it wouldn’t take long for them to find her. The sooner she got the hell out of here, the sooner this whole ordeal would be over.

With one last muffled sob, Lydia disappeared through the front door. Y/N pinched her eyes shut, feeling herself growing faint quickly. Black spots dotted her vision as she blinked slowly, trying desperately to stay conscious. She continued weakly pulling at the hand choking her for as long as she could, but it was useless.

“Oh, this will be fun…” She stiffened at the sadistic tone in his voice, even as her muscles gave out one by one.

It was the last thing she heard before everything went dark.

Part Five

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last night - stiles stilinski (college!au)

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word count: 3.5k

warnings: mentions of sex, drinking and that’s it i think

a/n: anon did not request a college au but i think it fits so well with the plot sooo…. (if you cant tell i LOVE college aus) anyways i’m sorry this took me so long to write i’m pretty busy lately :(( but i hope you like it!!

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Grumbling from the throbbing ache pounding your head, you slowly become conscious from the slumber you were in. Your eyes are still glued shut, the pain not letting you do much. Knitting your eyebrows, you try to recall the prior events despite your hazy state.

But before you could come up with a lucid scenario of what actually happened, you are broken out by something shifting beside you. Like a jolt of electricity, a glimpse of memory from last night’s events come rushing back. You snap your eyes open and shoot your head to your side, too shocked to care about your worsening headache. 

There he is, Stiles Stilinski, your best friend, shirtless and wrapped in the same blankets you are under, purring quietly, deeply asleep. 

Wait, shirtless?!

Instantly, you slightly lift the blanket covering you, peeking underneath to see that you are also as bare as your best friend, confirming your assumptions. To your horror, you jumped out of the bed while cursing under your breath, not wanting to wake him up and confront him immediately. You stumble all over his dorm, trying to collect your clothes that are messily scattered from last night’s not-so-subtle steamy encounter. Zipping up the blue skirt that was wrinkled from all the drinking and partying from the night before, you zoom out of his dorm room, not even bothering to leave him any messages.

Shutting the door to your dorm, you let out a long huff from the very eventful morning, and night. Slumping on your bed, you rest your elbows on your knees before burying your head on your palms. 

What the hell happened last night? No, no, no, you did not just fucked your best friend drunk. 

Shaking your head, you keep on nagging yourself mentally, denying last night’s course of actions. 

This is why you shouldn’t drink too much, Y/N. Fuck, fuck, fuck-

Your internal ramble is interrupted by the sound of your blaring alarm from your phone.

Oh fuck, you totally forgot about school. 

Recalling you have a lecture in about 30 minutes, you rush over to the bathroom to freshen up and look at least a little bit decent instead of looking like a girl who had just been freshly fucked by her best friend.

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“I’ll see you next week.” Sounds of paper rustlings and shoes shuffling fill the vast hall, students dreading to get out and spend their well-deserved weekend.

Unlike the rest of them, you take your time, not having anything to look forward to. Instead, you do have someone to steer clear of. You know it is impossible to avoid him for the rest of the year, but as of right now, you are mentally incapable of facing him, especially after knowing what happened.

But why did it even happen in the first place? You swear your friendship is platonic. There are no hidden meanings, right? 

A hint of doubt starts to surface within you, your certain notion become dubious. Currently, you can’t trust your subconscious, last night’s events proving your beliefs to be wrong. 

Do you see him that way? Romantically?

The thought of that made you scrunch in disgust. Not that you think Stiles is unattractive, rather the opposite actually, but it has been a long while since you’ve had a romantic interest, the unforeseen attraction feeling very foreign for you. 

And if that is not bad enough, this is Stiles you’re talking about. The person you geek out with about your Star Wars obsession, the person who always irks you with his jitters, the person you shamelessly lash out to when you’re having a shitty day, your best friend, Stiles.

Mentally slapping your forehead with your palm, you think of the worst-case scenario. 

What if he doesn’t see you that way? But if he doesn’t feel the same way, he wouldn’t have slept with you. But he was drunk too, right? It might have just been the alcohol. 

Concluding your spiraling thoughts, you are even more determined to avoid him, saving yourself from more heartbreak and embarrassment. After intentionally extending your time in the lecture hall, you finally run out of things to clean up. Swinging your tote bag over your shoulders, you exit the now quiet hall, absent of students.

“Y/N!” As you are walking to the on-campus café, you hear Allison’s call, turning around to meet her figure approaching you. You halt in your tracks, letting her catch up to you.

“Hey! I’m gonna go grab some coffee. You wanna come?” you invite her as she beams, linking her arms with yours gleefully.

“Sure!”

Pushing the glass doors open, the little bell on top of the door ring, subtly declaring your presence to the rest of the café. The aroma of freshly-brewed coffee with a hint of vanilla gushes over your senses. Light chatters and cutleries clanking together can be heard around the room, the café being more crowded than usual, taking notice that today is Friday.

After ordering yourself an americano, needing a stronger caffeine instead of your usual macchiato, and a latte for Allison, you scoot over to the waiting counter.

“Since it’s finally Friday, Lydia’s throwing another party. We’re going,” she insists.

The thought of having to attend another party where the probability of you getting drunk and do something stupid is not zero haunts you.

“I’m sorry, Allie.” Your little smile drop to a frown which do not go unnoticed by Allison.

“Oh my, did something happened last night?” Before you can answer her query, the barista call your name, handing you your respective orders. Picking some straws, you head to one of the empty tables with Allison, settling yourself down.

Stabbing the straw on the cup, she sips her latte while looking up at you with doe-eyes, anticipating the explanation to your refusal.

“I woke up on Stiles’ bed this morning,” you blurt out which causes her to slightly choke on her coffee. Her mouth is agape, coming up with a reasonable interpretation of the situation.

“Well, you guys did sleepovers sometimes right-“

“Naked,” you deadpan.

“Okay.” Her lips form a line as she continues to fumble with the cup in her hand. “But do you like him?”

And there it is, the million-dollar question. 

“That’s the thing, Al. I don’t know what I’m feeling.” You tell her the truth, not really seeing the point in lying to your best friend as you begin slurp your coffee. “I mean, he’s Stiles. He’s fidgety and awkward and sarcastic and mean sometimes,” you trail off, a little lost in your head as you dig up memories of him.

“But sometimes he can also be warm and caring, like last semester when we went to that carnival and a little kid got separated from his parents. He bought him a lollipop to cheer him up and refused to leave his side until his parents came to pick him up.” You chuckle lightly at the recollection of Stiles holding the boy’s hand as he entertained him, showing him around the booths and going on rides with him.  

“Or that time we stayed at Lydia’s lake house and I was freezing because I forgot to bring my sweater. Stiles lent me his one and only hoodie despite also feeling cold himself.” You don’t realize you were smiling like a fool before Allison broke you from your little bubble with an cunning giggle.  

“Y/N, I’m sorry to break it to you but, you are into him, deep,” she sneers. 

“Really?”

“God, you are so oblivious!” she retorts jokingly.

“Shit. Do you think he feels the same way?” you question rhetorically, feeling a little more worried after finally acknowledging your feelings. 

“Y/N, that is a known fact and I was never wrong, right?” You laugh at her jest, knowing that she is almost always right. 

“Let’s just go to the party and get your head off him for tonight, okay?” she negotiates.

“But Stiles-“

“I heard he has a group meeting later. So I can guarantee you the party tonight will be a Stiles-free zone.” 

Okay, you have to admit that now her suggestion sounds very appealing. 

“Fine,” you give in as she squeals, still inexplicably enthusiastic for a girl's night out despite having one not more than 24 hours ago. 

Dropping your bag on your chair, you drag your feet to your bed, lying lifelessly on top of it while you think about the long night ahead of you. To distract your active mind, you occupy yourself with your productive tasks, organizing your untidy room and reviewing your notes from earlier. 

Hours have passed by the time you notice it’s starting to get dark. You look at the clock, 6.30 P.M. Remembering that Allison will be picking you up in an hour, you start to get ready. 

First on the list, you curl your hair in an attempt to tone down your frizzy and messy locks from the day. Then you put on a light make-up and some eyeliner to look the occasion. Finishing up, you slip on your white sleeveless preppy dress, pairing it with a cropped denim jacket, expecting the night to get a little chilly.

Checking the time one last time, you grab your purse before exiting your dorm, heading downstairs. As expected, you spot Allison’s black sedan waiting for you, the windows rolled down revealing the driver. 

The moment you step out of the building, her face light up, waving at you to which you returned. You have no idea how she manages to be a ray of sunshine all the time. Right as you slam the door of her car shut, she take off with a grin, looking forward to the thrilling night to come.

The car pulls up in front of the familiar lake house, the usually serene and vacant building you’ve visited a few times now filled with students who are trying to free themselves from the dread of the week. 

As you push the door open, overlapped conversations which are dampened by the loud blaring music deafen your ears. The party is more packed than yesterday, students crowding every section of the house. You notice most of them are holding a red cup in their hand as they travel around the house. Some are clustered together in a corner playing spin the bottle, some are jumping eagerly playing beer pong, some are out near the pool enjoying the fresh air, all of them looking like they’re having a wonderful time. 

The familiar setting engulfing you force glimpses of yesterday’s party to pop up in your head causing you to feel giddy. Aware of your unnerved state, Allison rests her palms on your shoulder.

“It’ll be okay, Y/N.” She gives you a reassuring smile.

“Let’s go grab some drinks. Non-alcoholic this time.” You giggle at her ironic reference as she clutches on your wrist, guiding you through the crowds to find the counter where they’re serving the drinks.

About ten minutes have passed, both you and Allison roam around the house, meeting some classmates and having small talks. Midway, you notice Allison eyeing Scott who is chatting across the room.

“Why don’t you make a move on him?” You nudge her sides which startles her.  

“I don’t know, Y/N..,” she trails off, feeling discouraged.

“Al, I swear you better stop playing dumb, get your ass over there, and win him over,” you aggressively demand as she chuckles. 

“You sure? Will you be okay alone?” she questions, wanting to make sure you are completely fine especially knowing your current stance. 

“It’s okay. I’ll probably meet Lydia somewhere.” You shrug her concern off despite being quite reluctant. 

She hesitates for a second before complying, leaving you alone as she approaches the Hispanic boy. 

After the departure of your companion, you decide to refill the empty cup in your hand, not having anything on your agenda. But as you pass the hall near the front of the house, the door swings open, revealing the brunette you have been evading all day long.

The sight of Stiles immediately causes you to freeze, his unexpected presence catching you off guard. He is wearing a burgundy knitted sweater with blue jeans which fit his body perfectly. Having seen what’s under, you’re now finally able to fully pinpoint and appreciate all the muscles you had overlooked these past years. If you weren’t so scared of your unreciprocated feelings, you would have asked him to fuck you again-

Wait, what? You did not just drool over him, Y/N.

Shaking yourself from your audacious explicit thoughts, you swiftly spin on your heels, fleeting away as far as possible. 

Not gonna lie, you are pretty proud at how quickly you took action, fleeing the scene before he can notice you, or so you thought.

From the corner of his eyes, he sees you leaving, his heart sinking from the thought that you are avoiding him. He wants to give you some space to process what happened the previous night, but he doesn’t expect you to be this dismissive. 

He follows you a few meters behind, keeping the distance so you won’t feel pressured. He stops the moment you reach the poolside, sitting on one of the chaise lounges. With furrowed eyebrows and squinted eyes, you are scanning for Lydia, but even more for Stiles, being extra alert as to not bump into him.

For now, you’re pretty positive you’re in the clear as you let out a relieved sigh.

Stiles-free zone your ass. Allison owes you one for this. 

Just as you think you can have a second of unbothered tranquility, you feel the seat beside you sank, causing you to flinch a little.

Turning your head, your eyes met the intoxicating honey orbs you know too well. Once again, you go completely rigid, unable to process the sudden encounter. 

“Hey,” he greets softly, picking up your uneasy state.

“Hi,” you reply shortly, your brain not really cooperating with you right now.

Your short reply only prompts an awkward silence, none of you dare to speak a word. You are not sure what to do, fumbling with your hands while looking away to the crowd. All you can think about is coming up with a quick and fool-proof escape plan.

“Y/N-“ Just as he starts, a promising idea pops into your head. 

“Sorry, I have to go refill my drink. I’m thirsty.” You lift and shake the light cup you forget you’re holding, indicating that it’s empty.

“I can do it for you,” he volunteers but you quickly stand up, straightening the wrinkled fabric of your white dress.

“No thanks. I’ll see you around.” Feeling you are being a bit too pushy, you decide to slip in a small smile as you proceed inside without waiting for his reply.

Finish pouring the beer into your cup, needing some liquid courage to continue the night after your previous confrontation, you secure the bottle on the counter before turning around with your cup full in your right hand. You are too caught up with your mind, thinking about Stiles that you don’t realize he was behind you.

Your right elbow crashes into his accidentally causing the cup in your hand to be knocked over, the golden alcoholic drink spills all over your white dress and the floor. At the cold feeling of the liquid drenching the material on your body, you curse under your breath. 

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry-“ Eyes wide, Stiles instantly step over to help you. But what he doesn’t expect is his intentions only caused more trouble. Stepping on the puddle of beer, he slips and topple you down with him to the floor. You feel your backside come into harsh contact with the greasy and sticky tiles as you scrunch your face in both disgust and pain. 

But your sour expression is soon erased as you realize your current position. Stiles is on top of you, his face only inches away from yours, which could have been way closer if it weren’t for his arms that are holding his body up.

For the nth time of the night, you’re paralyzed once again, your body stiffening under him. You hold your breath back and do not move a single muscle like a corpse.

Thankfully, or not, Stiles shuffles on his feet and swiftly got up as you let out a breath of relief before doing the same. 

Pulling your scrunched-up dress down, you gaze away from Stiles.

“I have to clean up,” you whisper, unsure whether Stiles heard it or not but you couldn’t care less as you rush upstairs where the bathroom is.

As you reach the second floor of the house where it’s quieter, fewer students roaming around the place, you can finally hear Stiles calling you from behind. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to-“ He apologize but you turn to him, cutting him off.

“Stop. Just, stop talking. Let me clean myself up first,” you snap. “Okay,” he breathes, feeling intimidated like a little puppy who just got scolded as you enter the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it.

Staring at the mirror, you let out a long exhausted puff. You agreed to go to the party to forget about your feelings for Stiles but the universe seems to be purposely doing the opposite, throwing you under the bus instead. 

Turning the tap, clean water run down your finger as you clean them from the icky grime that is sticking on your skin. You also wet some tissues to clean up the mess on your dress. But after trying to rub it off for quite a while, you give up since it doesn’t seem to budge.

Swinging the door open, Stiles figure leaning on the wall opposite the bathroom come into your view. Noticing your presence, he shifts his weight back on his feet, standing steadily as you approach him, tired of running away from him and stalling the inevitable.

“Would you maybe like to go home instead? I can take you,” he mumbles, both of his hands tuck in his jeans’ pocket. Hearing his offer, the thought of being back in the comfort of your dorm seems too favorable to reject.

“Sure, okay. That sounds good actually,” you nod, observing that his little pout turns into a small smile from your agreement. 

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The drive back overall was awfully quiet, Stiles usual talkative self was somehow silenced. Pulling up in your dorm’s parking lot which is emptier than most days due to the party, you can only sit still, wanting to both leave and stay at the same time.  

“Stiles, about last night-“

“Y/N, about last night-“

The two of you broke into light chuckles from the overlap. 

“Sorry, you go first,” you apologize and let him do the talking first since he had been trying to the whole day. 

“Well, I’m just- I don’t know what’s going to happen to us after last night,” he stammers, darting his eyes down while scratching the back of his head.

His statement gives you an ambivalent feeling, uncertain if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. But for your poor heart’s sake, you go with the worst. Hope just costs too much and you can’t afford it.

“Oh, it’s okay. I mean you were drunk, you made a mistake and you regret it-”

“Wait, what? No. I don’t regret it, Y/N.” His eyes that were away from you immediately stare into yours deeply. 

“You don’t?”

“I like you, Y/N. A lot. It’s weird but I think I have liked you for a long time, I was just too scared to admit it.” 

“Oh,” you mutter, his confession making you go speechless. Even though you’ve heard Allison’s prediction which turns out to be right, it is still a lot to process your best friend confessing his feelings to you. 

“Really, Y/N? I confessed my feelings out loud and that’s all you’re gonna give me?” he retorts jokingly to lighten the mood which succeeds since you are laughing.

“I like you too. I guess I just didn’t really realize it until yesterday and I kind of freaked out a little,” you finally admit the one fact you have been shoving away all day. “So does this mean we’re dating?” he questions.

“Ask me out properly first you asshole,” you snark as he snickers.

“Okay then. Y/N Y/L/N. Would you go out with me?” 

“No,” you answer, holding back a grin that’s starting to creep up your face. 

“Shut up, I know you do.” 

With his newfound confidence and cockiness, which you totally dig, he brings his palm to the side of your face, cupping it as he leaned in. His lips press onto yours perfectly and you swear your stomach flipped. Almost immediately, you melt under him as he takes control, guiding you through the kiss. As he tilts his head to gain more access, his other hand rested on your thigh, caressing it soothingly but also sensually. At first, the kiss was passionate, gentle and intimate, but the longer your lips touch, the more hungry you two become. The innocent kiss that was full of love quickly shifted into a hot and steamy make-out session, overflowing with lust. Knowing where this is going and also needing to catch some breath, you pull away from Stiles, heaving heavily.

“Why don’t we continue inside?” you suggest through your pants causing Stiles to smirk.

“Oh God, you’re perfect.”

Seems like last night’s about to repeat itself again. 

[jazzmynerule]

“You’re drunk”

Prompt: y/n’s home alone watching movies and snacking in whatever food she has in the pantry when y/n’s boyfriend stiles comes stumbling through her window like he always does this time intoxicated

Warnings: little bit of swearing but other than that it’s pure fluff

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“Randy shut up you’re literally telling the people in tv to look behind them but you aren’t even taking your own advice fucking idiot I love you but damn” I scoffed rolling my eyes as I crunched on my potato chips when I heard a loud bang behind me “what the fuck” I yelled as stiles came crashing through my open window “stiles what the fuck you scared the piss out of me I honestly think I peed myself” I said standing my patting myself to see if I did thankfully I didn’t “hey baby” he stumbled over his words smiling up at me from his position on the floor “are you drunk? Stiles for fuck sake” I sighed helping him up and taking him over to my bed “where did you drink and who did you drink with?” I interrogated making sure nobody spiked my stupid boyfriends drink “Scotty boy” he smiled also howling to show that Scott’s a werewolf “yes okay I get it shut up” I rolled my eyes “take your shoes off stiles you’re making my bed muddy these are fresh sheets too” I whined “shush you big cry baby” he stumbled over his own feet taking his shoes off but he accomplished after a couple tries and came back up on the bed with me

“Why did you drink with Scott? You only ever drink on special occasions” i asked making little shapes on his buzzed hair with my fingernails “Allison and him broke up so me being such an amazing buddy I brought a bottle of whiskey and drove with Scott to i don’t know where and we sat there drinking” he giggled knowing that took to long for him to say “such an amazing friend” i smiled kissing his head “you’re so pretty how did I get so lucky I’m literally a Star Wars obsessed geek and you’re like an actual goddess of a woman” he babbled exclaiming everything with his arms and hands like an idiot “like you’re such a perfect girl and you chose to be with my dumbass I don’t know why bc look at you and your perfect hair and your perfect lips that i oh so love to kiss and your perfect nose ugh I love you” he whispered grasping my head in his big hands bending me down low enough for him to kiss me spirderman style “I love you too my Batman” I said giggling “I love you most” He smiled lazily “you’re such an affectionate drunk stiles I love it” I sighed laying back down on my pillow pulling stiles up here with me so we could look into each others eyes “I’m tired” he said yawning “go to sleep stupid I’ll turn the light off” I said quickly running to turn the lights off and jumped back into bed snuggling up to a already asleep stiles

[friendofhayley]

The February 2022 Multifandom Fic Rec is here! This month flew by too fast but also got me knee deep into a new poly ship that I'm obsessing over. Thank you to every content creator out there, y'all are our shining stars. This Fic Rec includes fics from the fandoms. Enjoy!

Geralt/Jaskier/Yennifer (The Witcher)

1. lilac and buttercups by @ivegotbreadinmypants | pre-transformation Yennifer is the best, she's as feral! as Jaskier - more heavy on the Yennskier - immortal Jaskier - star-crossed lovers - 5k

Jaskier has walked the Continent for decades. He's seen it all. Nothing, however, could have prepared him for the violet-eyed hunchback who shines with hurt and power.

He's never been so enamored.

2. Couples Therapy by TheBookMouse | modern AU - this is literally my dream - Geralt is a himbo malewife and Yennifer is a power girlboss, as usual - and they were roommates - 6k

Geralt and Yennefer have been in an on-again-off-again relationship for six years. When they start pissing off their roommate Jaskier with their arguments, he suggests they go to couples therapy. They go in a couple, they come out at the end as more than that.

3. lilacs and dandelions by @limerental | listen this fic got me in the feels, I literally had to stop and come back a week later! aaa! - they just love each other so much - found family with a pinch of pegging - slow burn bc of Geralt's self-esteem - 46k

“The Witcher believes you’re under a spell,” Yennefer said, conversationally, drawing a sip from her tea.

“I most certainly am,” said Jaskier to her in a warm drawl that Geralt recognized as the tone of voice he slipped into when flirting and frankly, things needed to start making more sense and fast before he gave into his impulse to do something rash and wholly unhelpful. Namely, chuck himself out the cottage window and into the sea.

4. our voices collide with each howl of the tide by dragon_rider | creature Jaskier - if you have body dysmorphia, mixed-race, and/or have low self-esteem this will be a rollercoaster ride for you, trust me - WINTER IN KAER MORHEN - found family - 29k

It reeked of slaughter, both fresh and old, as soon as he went through the portal and into enemy territory.

Soldiers in black armour immediately tried to take him down so he started Singing, reaching for the dormant power deep within him.

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

1. Driving Mr. Derek by I_JustWokeUp | author-made media to tell the story, so cool!!! - misunderstandings - a splash of Derek/Jackson - mutual pining - 9k

Derek no longer has a license to drive. So Laura steps in and hires fresh-out-of-college-with-useless-major Stiles Stilinski to drive him around.

2. And We'll Be Complicated by ingberry | selective amnesia - homophobic gnomes - magical Stiles - misunderstandings - 18k

Stiles already had his hands full with the case he was working on for the enigmatic Mrs. B. He really didn't need this too, but there was no changing the fact that he no longer remembered Derek Hale or anything connected to him. And no one could figure out why.

Drarry (Harry Potter)

1. A Touch Of Respect by donnarafiki | consent! is! for! everybody! including! kids! - established relationship - chronic illness - family dynamics soz - 23k

Five year old Scorpius isn't fond of people touching him, and he has a million reasons for it. However, his father is of the opinion that just saying 'no' should be enough without giving any of those reasons, but not everyone in his new-found family agrees.

2. It's No Great Mystery by agentmoppet | first Drarry Harry POV time loop I've seen! - angst with a happy ending - ghosts and portraits are his only peers, v cool - Harry has PTSD and depression - 57k

Who on earth decided that bringing back the Yule Ball for their eighth year would be a good idea? It feels like the worst day of Harry’s life, watching everyone get glammed up like the war never happened, like the last Triwizard Tournament wasn’t such a colossal failure.

And then it happens again. And again. And again.

3. Petals on the Breeze by @luna-lenaa | Fae Drarry - canon divergence - Ron is a Bad Friend - BAMF Narcissa Black - 125k+

After witnessing Harry’s return with Cedric’s dead body at the end of the Triwizard Tournament, Draco begins to question his father’s ambitions and beliefs. His mother reveals her, and, therefore, his non-human heritage soon afterward, and they realize they must go into hiding or suffer as all non-humans will when Voldemort comes into power.

They go to the only person they think might be able to help and also be too noble to use their situation against them:

Harry Potter.