#stiles deserved way better

[christelightlavo]

CHRISTELS SUPREME PACK (stiles) :-

Fanfic :-

In which stiles fix's other peoples problems

The devil works fast but the sterek fandom works faster--

Stiles wears glasses and everyone starts simping

Stiles becomes a magical doctor basically

Accidentally becoming the mom friend.

Hugs and fluff

Cora doesn't cuddle!

Three insomniac walk into a field.

When you become the distant parent. Without having children.

He is sexy and he doesn't know it

Best sciles story.

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[exposewolf13257]

Hello People Pls vote Dylan O’brien on best comedian performance and dont vote on That Crap Teenwolf movie Remember who started and blabbered his mouth saying “I am the fkn show”

[allyricas]

sometimes i still think about allison argent and cry a little

[feelingtheaster99]

I finally finished the end of the last season of Teen Wolf this week, and I almost wish I didn’t because I think the Season 6A plot would’ve been a better ending

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

I was going to do a text post of a sterek incorrect quote;

Derek: I have the urge to do something stupid.

Stiles: I’m stupid. Do me.

But a different idea struck me, and I had to write out a little scene.

…

Derek sat in the armchair, the light from the window bleeding over his shoulder and illuminating the pages of the book that lay open in his lap. He let out a deep breath, shutting the book and blurting out, “I have the urge to do something stupid.”

“I’m stupid. Do me,” Stiles replied without thought, not taking his eyes off the screen of his laptop that was balanced precariously on his stomach as he lay upside down on the couch.

Stiles froze, his eyes widening as he realised what he’d said. His cheeks flushed red, but he wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or from the blood rushing to his head.

“What?” Derek said, his tone stretched thin and edged with anger.

Stiles opened his mouth to say something but the words died on his lips as he sputtered and shrugged as if trying to brush it off.

“Stiles, you are not stupid,” Derek growled.

Stiles blinked rapidly, stunned by Derek’s words.

Derek continued without hesitation, “You’re one of the smartest people I know. Clumsy and uncoordinated, yes, but not stupid. Don’t say that; don’t even think it! You’re not stupid, Stiles, and I don’t ever want to hear you call yourself stupid again. And I wouldn’t do you; that’s just—”He screwed his face up in disgust. “—ugh. No. No way. You deserve better than do. Dear god, I would make love to you. I would hold you in my arms and Melt as I feel the warmth of your body against mine. I trace the curves of your naked body and utter your name like a prayer. I would kiss you until I had no more breath in my lungs, and even then, I wouldn’t dare stop. I would not do you.”

He huffed out an angry breath as he sat back.

Stiles stared at him, his eyes wide and a dumbfounded expression on his face.

A moment later, Derek’s brain caught up with his mouth. Realisation hit him hard. A rush of heat coloured his cheeks bright red.

“I… I mean… I…” he stammered, unable to find any words.

Stiles stared at him, still looking like a deer caught in headlights. “Okay.”

Derek’s brow furrowed as he looked at Stiles, utterly confused.

“What?”

“Okay,” Stiles repeated.

“Okay?” Derek echoed questioningly.

“Okay,” Stiles said again.

They stared at each other for a moment, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

“Okay,” Derek said after a while.

They tore their eyes away from one another, their faces twisted with perplexed expressions as they processed what they had said.

Silence settled over them.

“You still got that urge?” Stiles asked abruptly.

Derek glanced back at him, meeting Stiles’s gaze. “What do you have in mind?”

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Mercy ~ T.R.

A/n: I haven’t actually watched this far into the show, this is all from second hand understanding, so if it’s a little OOC I apologize :)

Request: “Can you do a Theo Raeken x Mreader where the reader never doubted that there was goodness in Theo’s heart even tho he committed terrible acts, the reader supports Theo because they knew that he was led astray since he was a child. The pack believes that the reader maybe crazy and when they discuss that Theo deserves everything bad that happens to him, the reader defends him, which makes Theo feels like he doesn’t deserve someone like them.” By anon

Word Count: 2100+

MASTERLIST

"Stop that." 

Y/n was a pretty passive person. His strengths came from maintaining focus and calm. Hiding, not being seen, never losing control. When he spoke, it was always even and his gaze gave nothing away. He wasn't particularly comforting, or good at fighting, but he was extremely good at getting out of a tight situation - or sneaking into one without consequences. It left him often as the one who could get reinforcements, deliver information where it was needed, or learn important things others couldn't because he hadn't been noticed or stopped.

Which meant easily enough that when he glared at someone, or when his sharp tone snapped through the room with genuine anger, the pack knew it was a severe reaction. If you didn't know him, it would be easy to dismiss the outburst as quieter than Derek's, or softer than what Isaac or Stiles might have hit with. There was no sass or sarcasm and even very little poison in the words... but the fact that it was so full of emotion was telling.

Especially because all they were talking about was Theo.

Scott raised his eyebrows as he shot Y/n a sideways glace. "Stop what?"

"Don't talk about trauma you don't understand," was all Y/n said.

Stiles' face twisted slightly with an anger leaning confusion. "What are you talking about? Theo tried to kill Scott and take over all of us. Including you. He did horrible experiments on the chimeras he did get his hands on - and most of them died. All he has done is cause pain and misery since he got here. Who the hell cares what he's been through?"

Y/n's sudden pointed look stopped Stiles dead. It was equivalent to a blade being pressed to his throat, or a gun leveled at his head. It was a threat - a promise - and he knew to back down immediately. "You never know what kind of person others' experiences would have made you if you'd lived through them. Theo was a child. And before you go off or dismiss me like you have in the past, Stilinski, no I don't condone or dismiss the vast amounts of harm he has caused the people around him. I'm not saying anyone is required to forgive him just because he had a hard life. I was there when Kira sent him to hell the first time, and I helped every step of the way. I stand by what we did. But he doesn't deserve all the pain and suffering he's been through, and it does matter, and he deserves a chance to get better and be a different person." He grew quiet for a moment, sensing everyone in the room growing tense and avoiding his eyes. He sighed and stood from his chair. "I'll see you guys later - let me know when you need me." He left the room, leaving everyone staring after him with wide eyes and parted lips.

Despite how important he found his message, Y/n knew not to push it. It wouldn't go anywhere to hit a brick wall over and over again. It would just break his hand.

-

"What's your deal this time?" Scott sighed the words, his shoulders drooping. This time Theo was in the room, and they'd been trying to ignore Y/n expression as it grew darker and darker, but Scott was powerful because he cared - of course he couldn't last forever.

Y/n's eyes were trained on the windows to the side of the room they were on, taking in the view of the outside past them. Trying to focus and ground himself. He needed to answer this calmly no matter how volatile he felt; they needed to be united in the face of those who depended on them. Like Liam and Theo. 

When he did speak, he could feel every single pair of eyes on him. "I will not stand for that talk in my presence. Keep your harsh words to yourself, or I will intervene."

Stiles, who had been the one going off on Theo, rolled his eyes. He was still wrapped up in his ow feelings and thoughts and didn't have the wherewithal to control himself - even under such threat from Y/n. He fell back on what he was best at: not shutting up. "Theo killed his own sister-"

Y/n snapped. He rushed Stiles, hands wrapping in his shirt as he slammed the other boy against the wall. Everyone scrambled, but Scott held up a hand and caught his breath, eyes wide. They all paused. They had trusted Y/n to not go too far this long; they needed to keep doing so. This was important to him, and it needed to happen. Stiles looked startled but unhurt, so they could hold their breath for just a second. Each person was coiled though, ready to launch the second Scott gave the signal.

"Derek tried to start his own pack and fucked up Jackson's entire life. He has been universally unhelpful, an all-around dick, and general trouble since day one and we forgave him. Isaac was part of that pack, and actively antagonized everyone in our pack - especially you and Scott. He got into fights, belittled other people, and fell through plenty of times when we really needed him. He's disappeared completely when we need him the most and we forgave him anyway because we understand him and see his perspective and work around it. Jackson actively tried to kill us for weeks, but we wrote it off because he was being controlled. But he was that vicious far before he was a monster, and actively bullied and belittled all of us. He put Scott in danger several times and tried his best to ostracize us and make us hate ourselves. Even Lydia used her intelligence and power to hurt and tear down other people - but she's the most active part of this community just because her powers forced her to be here and we accepted her the way she was after that, allowing her to be truer to herself as time passed until she became a genuinely kind and caring person.

"There have been plenty of people who have actively hurt us that we've forgiven. Don't even get me started on Peter. But we forgave them anyway, and they were far older than Theo was - and most of them did what they did without any outside influence. Theo was a child, and whatever horrible thing they did to the other chimeras for a month of two, Theo got for seven fucking years. I don't care what you think or what you know, shut your fucking mouth or I will shut it for you. He's been given the chance to change, and he's trying his best to. He has done a lot for us since he's been back - especially for Liam. He's one of the only ones who's treated Liam's struggles seriously while you make fun of the boy for what he deals with - and you know what? Now that I'm thinking about it, who the hell are you to say anything? You want to start digging shit up about the Nogitsune? How about Allison?"

A hand landed on Y/n shoulder as Stiles' face went pale. "That's enough." Scott.

Y/n caught himself, letting Stiles' shirt go and stepping back. You don't have to forgive him, or like him, but if you're going to talk shit it better not be where he can hear you. Or where I can hear you, for that matter. Next time I'll just deck you - I'm tired of your bullshit." And with that, he left the room. He knew there would be some kind of repercussions for that... but he didn't care. If he left the pack then perhaps it was just time for it to happen. 

He was sure that was the end of it for now, but he heard the door open behind him again as he made his way down the hall. Of all the people he had been expecting to see when he turned to defend himself - he had not been expecting Theo himself.

The brunette boy slowed out of his jog once he'd caught up, stopping too close to Y/n. There was something in his eyes. Tears, at his water line, but also so many emotions that twisted and roiled - too many for Y/n to even begin to decipher. Y/n was taken aback by the emotion, and froze in place, unsure what would happen next. Final Theo managed a, "Thank you," but it was so thin that Y/n knew there was so much to that than the simple two words would be communicating normally.

So he took a second to think, so absorb it all and try to understand. His expression melted and softened, opened up and allowed sincerity and vulnerability to come through. He had been watching Theo struggle for ages now and he was more than willing to let it show plainly. "I'm glad you're back, Theo. That you've taken this chance to learn new things and become a new person. I knew back then that you were capable of good, and you haven't disappointed."

Theo's eyebrows came together. "You did?"

Y/n shrugged, growing a bit sheepish. "I doubted it in the end... I mean, everyone has some good in them, but I decided that it was over, you'd lost your chance, and it hit me to my core. But you served plenty of penance in hell, and when you came back... I could tell you were so different. And I hoped again. And it all paid off. You're becoming the person I always knew you could be. I'm proud of you."

Those emotions turned across Theo's face again and he paused for a whole second before something snapped, or broke - something. Theo closed the distance between them, grabbing Y/n's face and pulling him into a kiss. Y/n hummed in surprise but the sound turned almost immediately into a moan when their lips actually met. The kiss was hard and passionate. Their hands pulled at each other, both of them losing whatever control they had in that moment to do their best to drown in each other. 

Y/n hooked his fingers in Theo's belt, pulling him closer, and whatever anxiety Theo had about the moment melted away. His hands moved from Y/n's face to his hair, fingers wrapping around the strands and tugging on them, forcing his head back to tuck Y/n flush against his chest as every inch between them was filled. Y/n moaned again and Theo sighed into the kiss, his expression relaxing and a smile coming to his face. He reacted again, forcing Y/n to scramble to keep up with him as he moved them through the hall until Y/n's back slammed against the wall.

It was aggressive and desperate but didn't actually hurt. Y/n found himself surprisingly comfortable and only enjoying every moment they shared now. There was tenderness to the kiss too. Small things, like the tips of Y/n's fingers running across the top of Theo's waistband and ghosting the skin there; Theo's thumb rubbing the softest circles at the back of Y/n's neck where the smalls of his hair grew thinner than the rest of the thicker hair, allowing his skin to feel the contact and tingle at such affection. There was nothing sexual to it, which also made every single kiss and bite as Theo caught Y/n's bottom lip or skated away from his lips and began to trail across Y/n's jaw and down his neck - it was all accompanied with sighs and kisses if Y/n's hissed in pain. 

How long had Theo wanted this? Because the sheer relief and desperation communicated Y/n's own feelings like a mirror. 

After a few minutes they both relaxed and melted into each other, their touches and holds relaxing until Theo simply leaned into Y/n, their foreheads pressed together. It was quiet for a few beats, and then - "I don't deserve you."

Y/n scoffed. He reached up, gripping Theo's jaw between his fingers. "I'll kick your ass too, Raeken."

That made Theo smile. "Feel free." He left another kiss on Y/n's lips, but this one was lingering and soft. It was more intimate that way, and they were both left a little dazed. "Will you go on a date with me?" He still didn't seem entirely sure, which was almost laughable after the kisses they'd just shared, but Y/n didn't say anything. 

Who was he to give someone shit for questioning the person they liked liking them back when they thought it impossible?

Y/n sighed, nodding. "Yeah. I'd like that."

Theo pressed their foreheads together and they sat there for a long time. Y/n got the feeling that neither of them would feel alone ever again... They had each other now. They'd be just fine.

-

Story Tags: @badblondebisexualboy

Male reader Tags: @ravenpuff-oli @sortzz

[stereksimp]

*It's the first night after the Void was captured. When Stiles wakes up screaming from a nightmare. He feels arms wrap around him and whispered words that he's safe now, but those are not his dad's arms or his voice. Is that a rumbling purr he hears?*

*When he opens his eyes, he's not in his room, where he fell asleep a few hours ago. He's standing in the middle of Derek's loft with said man hold him.*

Stiles: What is going on? Why am I here? How did I get here?

*The soft whispers of safty stop, but he does not release his arms or stop the purring.*

Derek: You were having a nightmare. I don't know why you're here, but for how you got here. Well, you popped in suddenly.

*Stile's heart rate is slowing down, and the smell of fear is being replaced by curiosity, so he lets the boy go and takes a step back.*

Stiles: What do you mean popped in suddenly? It doesn't feel like I walked all the way here, and I certainly did drive. Dad still has my keys.

Derek: No... you appeared here out of nowhere. You smell like magic, too.

Stiles: So I just what teleported in at 2 am. Wait, why were you awake to see me teleport in?

* He takes in Derek's appearance now. He has his shoes on and his patented leather jacket, and the keys to the Camaro are on the floor by his feet. At the sight, his heart rate starts racing again.*

Stiles: *a little frantic* Where are you going?

Derek: Nowhere.

Stiles: You are awake at 2 a.m., ready to walk out that door. *he bends down and grabs the keys, getting mad at Derek's blatant lie.* You were going to leave town, weren't you.

Derek: What. No. Ugh.

Derek: I was heading over to check on you, ok.

*Stiles' shoulders relax at that.*

Stiles: Oh. I should get back home then. Thanks for this.

*As he turns to leave Derek grabs his wrist lightly.*

Derek: You have no way to get home right now. Why don't you just sleep for a bit, then I'll take you home in the morning.

Stiles: ok, yeah, thanks.

*Before he makes I past Derek to head to the couch, Derek directs him over to the bed instead.*

Derek: You'll sleep better here.

*After Stiles lays down, Derek grabs a blanket and heads to the couch.*

*Stiles buries his head in Derek's pillows, and surprisingly, he is asleep in the next moment. Derek falls asleep listening to the calm, quiet breaths of Stiles sleeping.*

*In the morning, Stiles wakes up to voices talking. He lays there listening.*

Derek: I'm not sure, sir. He just appeared here last night after a nightmare, so I calmed him down and let him sleep here. I was going to bring him back after he woke up. If I may, how did you know he was here?

Sheriff: Oh. This isn't the first time I have found him here after he fell asleep at home. Back before you came back, I got a few calls from deputies at night about my son walking down the street in his pajamas. He was sleep walking, so I just had them follow him to make sure he stayed safe. Every time he came here. I would come find him sleeping in front of your door and bring him home. He never woke up, so he didn't know. It only happened a couple of times, so when I woke up for shift this morning and he wasn't in his bed, I just came here.

Derek: You should tell him. He deserves to know.

Sheriff: It's too soon. I'll just scared him.

Derek: Why don't you go to work and I'll make sure he gets home safely.

Sheriff: Thanks, Derek. Have him call me later.

*After the Sheriff leave Stiles sits up staring at the door.*

Stiles: You knew I was awake. Thanks.

Derek: *shrugs* You would only freak out more if you didn't have all the facts.

*Stiles smiles a bit for the first time in a while.*

[fairyyobrien]

Spin The Bottle Stilinski

- this wasn’t requested but oh my god it’s been on my mind for so long. Hope y’all enjoy, this is honestly my first time writing smut so bare with me please

Warnings: smut. might be cringe. takes place in season 1, oh yea buzz cut stiles ;) some fluff

Summary: Reader and Stiles are ex best friends and get dragged to a party, they end up playing spin the bottle and reader gives Stiles a little treat

“y/n pleaseeee please come to this party with me. It’s the party of year!”

“i don’t know alison.. I’m not really in a party mood tonight..”

“y/n come on look at me, look I know it’s hard getting cheated on.. it’s been over a month, and you know you deserve to have some fun. I don’t wanna pressure you I just think it’d be good for you”

you turn around and take a good look at your best friend, she was right. you deserved this, you may have got your heart broken but you weren’t gonna let some stupid jock get the best of you.

“okay let’s do this! let’s go”

alison jumps up squealing, “yay! lets go shopping!”

“you know dude alison told me y/n is going to the party” scott says taking a sip out of his cup while looking at his best friend.

stiles rolls his eyes “uhh.. cool I guess?” he says slamming the buttons on his Xbox controller.

“we all know how you feel about her”

“that’s all in the past besides me and y/n hardly ever speak anymore.. and she has a boyfriend anyways” he shrugs, eyes still glued to the tv

“um actually y/n is single now..”

“Oh..”

“if i were you i’d wear something really nice” scott implies, making stiles rethink his choices.

*hours later*

you and alison arrived at the party, you followed her to the snack table where you were greeted with Scott and Stiles, she kissed Scott’s cheek.

“hey guys”

“hey y/n you doing good?” scott asked.

“eh.. you know me, always working”

“she’s not lying I basically had to beg her to come” alison playfully rolled her eyes

“hey sti” you smiled. “h-hey y/n”

“it’s been a while since we talked I miss you” you said hugging him softly. “yeah.. me too” he sighs looking down, awkwardly shoving his hands in his pockets.

after 15 minutes everyone ended up on the floor playing spin the bottle.

the bottle was passed down to stiles’s, he stared at the bottle for a good minute until he heard the words, “Spin the bottle Stilinski what are you waiting on?” he grabbed the bottle nervously and spun. he didn’t even wanna play but scott dared him and he wasn’t turning down a dare.

his jaw dropped to the floor once it landed on you. he nervously looked in scott’s direction noticing him and alison trying to retain their giggles. he then locked eyes with you smiling at you with his usual goofy awkward smile. you smile back slightly blushing.

“come on you two what you waiting on? you guys already know your way to the closet”.

stiles slowly stands up, walking your way leaning his hand down to grab yours. you nervously smile at him and grab his hand. you two make your way to the closet and he shuts the door. you don’t notice the smirks on scott’s and alison’s face as you walk away.

“soo…” stiles awkwardly says leaning against the wall.

“stiles lets talk. what happened with us?”

“what do you mean y/n?”

“why don’t we hang out anymore.. i mean we used to be so close. i miss it. i miss you.. i miss us. our friendship”

“okay I’m just gonna say it. that’s the problem y/n. it was always just “friendship” with you.. i’ve loved you for years and i couldn’t do it anymore so i distanced myself. i’m sorry” as soon as the words slipped from his mouth, stiles looked taken back at himself, he quickly turned around facing the wall and kicked at it.

“stiles look at me” he slowly turned around looking down at the floor. “you’re an idiot” you started giggling. “that doesn’t make me feel any better”. you rolled your eyes at him “stiles, i’ve always had feelings for you”

“y-you what?” his eyes widened. “Yeah..i’ve always had and still have feelings for you”. stiles pressed you up against the wall and kissed you passionately, he was surprised at his sudden boost of confidence. this wasn’t yours and stiles first kiss, you once practiced kissing with each other in the 7th grade, that was when stiles discovered his feelings for you.

the kiss started to heat up, he kissed up your jaw making you moan slightly. “sti I wanna try something” you whisper pulling away. he raised an eyebrow “okay, what do you have in mind?” you get on your knees and unzip stiles’s pants, his eyes widened once more when he realizes. “o-oh” he blushes deeply.

you pull his briefs down and he tenses up and gives out a shaky breath. “stiles i can stop if it’s too much..”

“n-no don’t stop.. i just can’t believe this is actually happening”you smirk at him, “wow sti, you’re the perfect size” you say making his face flush with red and making him hardened.

you grip his cock in your hand and start to massage. stiles lets out a soft moan, “y/n.. please”

“does it feel good?”

“Y-yes” he pants.

“how about this?” you lick around his tip. he throws his head back “ohh oh my g-god” he puts his hand over his mouth to drown out his crys and whimpers. you continue to lick, then move on to sucking. stiles takes his other hand into your hair making a ponytail. he starts thrusting into your mouth, making you nearly choke and your eyes slightly water.

you continue bobbing your head, and begin licking up and down once again. you go back to licking around the tip, slowing down then speeding back up, you begin placing kissing around stiles’s thighs, making him shiver and squirm. you wanted to make sure to give stiles the best head he could possibly receive. you make you way back down to stiles cock, and start sucking again.

“y/n I’m so close I’m-”

“hmm” you hum and he starts thrusting faster, gripping your head harder.

“i’m bout to-” he throws his back once again with the most obvious moan, so loud that the crowd just a couple steps away could probably hear it.

you pull away with a ‘pop’ quickly swallowing. stiles takes your hand into his helping you up. he was still trying to catch his breath as you helped him pull up his pants, you teased him by rubbing his now sensitive cock. he moaned again “y-y/n” you giggled and smirked at him. “come ere” he whispered pulling you in for the most passionate kiss. “god I love you so much. t-that was amazing oh my god. wow. you have a mouth of a goddess”.

“i love you too” you giggle at his reaction.

“y-you know I was thinking I could do the same to you sometime if you’re comfortable with it of course”. Your cheeks reddened, and you felt the heat from your core as the thoughts of stiles’s mouth on your wet p*ssy lingered in your mind.

“i would love that” you say and kiss his lips softly. you both pull away and straighten yourselves up looking as innocent as you possibly can. stiles opens up the door with you following behind. you both walk up to your friends, “hey guys, that was quite a while” scott teases earning an awkward laugh from stiles and a blush from you.

“y/n you ready to go back to my house?” alison asks grabbing her keys from her bag. “Oh definitely” you say yawning.

“bye scott.. bye stiles” you wave and walk away.

“duuuude” scott nudges stiles. “what?” he covers his mouth trying to cover up the blush forming. “let’s just say we all know it wasn’t PG-13 in there” he teases. “i’m guessing you guys worked things out, yes?” stiles looks back up grinning, “oh yeah everything’s definitely worked out”

that night he lied in bed replaying the images in his mind and he couldn’t wait to do the same to you.

—

im sorry if this is sooo long. hopefully it was enjoyable. i really tried! 😭

[sageo7]

imagine being scotts gf during void!stiles..

his whole goal is to cause chaos and pain and what better way than fucking scotts pretty little girlfriend. not only that but the one stiles has been secretly harboring feelings for since they were in middle school.

you'd be laying in your room, soft music trilling out over your speaker and scribbling away at some homework assignment you had forgotten about when you hear a faint knock on your window. you pad over to open it up expecting your boyfriend to greet you like usual but instead you were met with a bleary eyed stiles. he seemed a little.. off, but you let him in regardless fretting over your best friends disheveled appearance. he looked exhausted, purple bags under his eyes and an almost sickly pale. he was babbling out nonsense, tugging at his short chestnut hair periodically going on about some nightmare and how he didn't feel like himself, how he needed to see you. it's not until you absentmindedly reach for his hand that you realize something may actually be wrong because his fingers grasp yours tighter than you'd expect from the typically gentle boy. when his eyes meet yours again you instantly recoil in on yourself the look he gives you almost predatory as he strides a few steps closer backing you towards your bed. your legs hit the mattress and you fall back staring up at this sinister version of the person you once knew.

"don't be scared.. it's just me" he coos at you but the sickening sweetness of his voice doesn't match his demeanor. you shuffle further up your bed in an attempt to put some distance between you but his hand shoots out to grab ahold of your ankle tugging you back down towards him.

"stiles what are you doing?" you ask exasperatedly but all he does is chuckle his face contorting into a twisted smile.

"oh dove i just wanna play.." his reply drains the blood from your face and you writhe in his hold but his hands pin you down under him securely. "such a pretty little thing.. scott really doesn't deserve you"

your eyes snap back up to his at the latter sentence face scrunching up in confusion.

"you don't even realize how he feels about you do you?" he taunts in an almost cynical way. "his infatuation with you.."

"scott..?" you ask wearily and his smile grows tenfold "stiles." he rebuttals and your face drops in shock. He leans down towards you his nose tracing against your cheek at the proximity warm breath fanning down your neck. His hand slowly starts to wander up your thigh and instead of snapping your legs shut like the logical side of your brain screams at you to do, you can't help but let them part slightly for him the warmth swirling in the pit of your stomach overwhelming. His fingers, Stiles fingers, long and slender and familiar trace up your thigh until they meet the growing wet patch on your cotton underwear. "you like this don't you?" he breathes out in mockery his lips grazing over the skin of your neck.

"like imagining I'm him don't you?" you shake your head despite knowing just how true his words are, desperately trying to cling to your dignity and your already dwindling relationship. He sees right through your words chuckling lowly to himself "don't lie... i can feel just how much it excites you" he puts a little more pressure against your clothed clit to demonstrate, ripping a completely pathetic moan from you. His fingers venture a little further pulling the fabric aside to grant himself access to your wetness a low groan reverberating from him as he runs them through your folds.

"this wet already? i've barely touched you baby.." he taunts fingers rubbing against you in slow circles. he doesn't waste much more time before shoving a finger in all the way your eyes nearly rolling back when he pushes against a certain spot inside you. he watches your reactions intently chuckling to himself as he curls his finger pulling more soft sounds from you.

"so pretty... needy.." he speaks lowly pushing another finger in to join the first thrusting them in and out of you slowly, teasing you, practically begging you to ask him for more. you can't help but try to press yourself closer to his touch, needing just a little more, but he pulls his hand back slightly keeping his fingers in to the third knuckle but not moving them. "want you to beg.. wanna hear how bad you need it" you shake your head flushed in embarrassment and he tuts pulling his fingers out completely making you whine in protest. your hand shoots out quickly to grab his and with a shaky breath you relent whispering a small "please.."

he grins wickedly at the shyness in your voice and doesn't need to be told twice before shoving his fingers back in to the hilt. his pace is much quicker, relentless almost, his eyes completely fixated on you as you writhe and moan under him grabbing at his arm for support. his free hand moves to grope at your chest greedily, kneading the soft mound unabashed. your moans rise in volume as you feel the warmth in the pit of your stomach starting to pool over, and he grabs your chin pulling your face to his so he can smash his lips against yours, effectively quieting you. his kiss is unlike anything you've ever experienced, demanding and feverish as he devours you lips, prying them apart easily as he shoves his tongue in to taste you. you feel dizzy with all the sensation at once his fingers still driving into you incessantly as he kisses you. a few more sharp thrusts and you practically sob against his lips as you're gushing around his fingers your orgasm ripping through you abruptly. he reluctantly pulls away from you finally letting you gasp for the air that you'd been needing his fingers slowing down ever so slightly to let you ride through the climax.

"don't tell me you're too tired dove.. i'm not done with you yet" he whispers out with a devilish smile.

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“Here!”

Stiles slams something down on the coffee table to the left of Derek's (Stiles's) laptop.

Derek is searching online, only a little psychotically, in the hope of finding a store that sells these very specific organic coffee beans he tried in a hipster coffee house recently. Derek isn't a hipster—he isn't—he just likes nice coffee, is all. Really, he should have asked the barista to find out not just the brand name but their supplier's address too because this is driving him insane. Maybe he is insane? More likely just incredibly shit at the internet, but he thinks he'd prefer to plead insanity if challenged.

Derek unknits his eyebrows and looks down at… a green thing. It's sort of feather shaped and has many spindles with bronzed edges.

It's a leaf.

His eyebrows knit themselves back together as he blinks down at the thing a couple of times.

“It's a leaf,” he says, because he doesn't know what else he's supposed to say.

Then he looks up—and back and forth at Stiles who is now pacing the apartment and alternating between clicking his fingers and flicking his thumbs and shaking his arms out at the sides of his body; his stimming can get pretty extra when he's anxious.

Derek's frown deepens with immediate concern. He must've really been deep in it with the infuriating Google searching to not have noticed the smell of Stiles's distress when his mate first arrived home.

“Hey, what's—”

“Yes, Derek, it's a leaf. It is a leaf that I brought all the way home. For you. From the cemetery.”

He's still pacing.

“Okay, well do you want to tell me—“

“It's an Apology Leaf. Obviously.”

Obviously.

“And, Derek, do not laugh, because—"

“I won't but could you just—“

“—this isn't funny. I'm ridiculous, I know, and I know that that's funny. But this? This is decidedly deeply unfunny, alright? This is totally not at all funny, Derek. It's like, a thing without one tiny ounce of humour in it, as in not the slightest bit funny in a gazillion sombre years. Do you hear me?” He inhales deeply, holds the breath, then blows it out harshly via puffed-out cheeks as he clicks and flails some more.

Derek hears Stiles and is of course prepared to wait for him to explain whatever this is, because Derek would wait for Stiles until the end of time, if he had to. Although that's not likely a thing to happen in any reality as this is Stiles who can't go for longer than fifteen seconds without talking. But still, Derek thinks it's the sentiment that counts. 

“You, Derek Hale, are good, and someone as good as you deserves somebody far, far better than a ratbag like me. Hence the leaf,” Stiles now tells him in a rush of even more confusing words, his chemo-signals tinged with shame for some worrying reason Derek is yet to discern.

Stiles glances over anxiously from his place of animated, mysterious penance—and then looks away again just as quickly while still trying to wear footprints into the recently painted varnish on the wooden floor of their new apartment.

Derek is clueless as to the cause of Stiles's meltdown, but neither things are a first. Stiles struggles sometimes—just like Derek does, who has plenty of his own outbursts (albeit more moody than vocal) that Stiles has to Private Dick his way through.

Derek is also trying his best not to worry too much about thinking that this is somehow his fault, so now sets his mind on attempting to marry these seemingly unrelated things in his head.

He thinks about the facts he's been presented with:

What is, at an educated guess, a Pacific Yew leaf.

and

Stiles's rather unhinged and self-deprecating dig at himself-slash-compliment for Derek.

...Yeah, no, he's not getting better at this game any time soon. 

“Uh,” he says helpfully, and Stiles rolls his eyes in that Do I really have to do everything myself around here? way of his which, rude.

Good job Derek loves the kook.

“It was just sitting there, on top of my mom's gravestone when I got there,” Stiles says quietly, incredulously, gesturing at the innocuous leaf.

Then he's off again with the pacing.

“And I knew, straight away, I knew,” he says, getting louder again and laughing in this accusatory sort of way, pointing somewhere into the ether, eyes manic.

Derek scratches his nose. He hopes he will soon know, too, because honestly, he's kind of blindfolded in the dark here.

“She was obviously telling me what a dipshit I was! What a douche I am! A massive ass-hat! Total loser!”

“I mean, that's mostly fair, but maybe total loser is a little strong.” Derek will often speak Stiles's language when Stiles is freaking out, using humour to try and ground him. 

Stiles carries on as if Derek hadn’t said anything.

“And I was like, Come on, mom, give me a break, will you? and she was like Seriously, Mischief? You really wouldn't let the special person in your life, your special little guy—”

“You can just say boyfriend, Stiles.”

“—come with you to the cemetery to visit me? Like, as if with that leaf she was reminding me that you are the one person who actually gets this shit, which, I do know. Of fucking course I know. And then—get this—I swear to God, Derek, I felt her literally slapping me upside the head! No fucking word of a lie, man. Like, thousands wouldn't believe me. Millions. They'd say that it must have been the wind or my incredibly vivid imagination. But I know, Der. I know that it was her,” Stiles continues with the confession without stopping for breath.

Derek has thought it before and he'll think it again: the kid's lung capacity is seriously impressive.

“And I also know that I totally should've said yes when you asked me if I wanted you to come with me to the cemetery this morning. Because the thing is, I did want you to. I really, really did. But I just… I just…”

Stiles starts slapping himself on the forehead with both his hands and Derek has had enough of that already. He gets up off the sofa and walks over to Stiles, catching those slim wrists in his grip, gentle yet firm.

“Please don't,” Derek says, imploring Stiles to stop. Derek can understand frustration, but can't stand Stiles hurting himself.

Stiles deflates a little. He then takes a step towards Derek and leans in, resting his forehead against Derek's, their noses lining up like penguins.

“I just—I should have said yes to you when you asked because I honestly, truthfully wanted you there. It's just that I've only ever been there with my Dad. And even then, not as many times as you might think. Not even Scotty has been there with me. It's just a place—it's usually something I do alone. You know?” Stiles' front teeth worry at his pretty lip. 

And yes, Derek does know.

So he says, “Because you feel guilt, right? Even though there isn't a thing in this universe or any other that you should feel guilty about.”

Guilt just for being alive. 

Slightly cross-eyed with the proximity and angle, Stiles looks at Derek in a way that says he knows just how much Derek knows about this stuff.

“Yeah. Yes, exactly. And I guess I didn't know how to be that with somebody else around.”

“But Stiles, that's completely—”

“No, Der. It isn't, actually. Because you're not just somebody else. It's you. And I'm in love with you.” Stiles finally takes a breath while Derek's heart is busy swelling to twice it's size. He will never tire of hearing Stiles Stilinski say those words to him. “And I absolutely should've trusted in that. In us.”

It is, of course, completely fine that Stiles went to the cemetery alone to visit his mother, but Derek also gets where the kid is coming from. He too takes a breath, now, a big one, because this kind of stuff doesn't come as easily for him as it does Stiles.

He swallows his nerves and pushes on.

“I love you, Stiles. And it's alright that we're not perfect. Neither of us are. Us—you and me—we're both just… Finding our way.”

After a moment, Stiles adds, “Together.”

They smile at each other like huge dorks.

“Yeah.” Derek breathes, and his heart might just burst.

Derek scents Stiles, and Stiles breathes deeply too, now. “Thanks,” he says, then Derek kisses him, just as deep and for a long while, because it's his favourite thing to do in the whole damn world.

Eventually Derek pulls back, runs a thumb over Stiles's mouth and says, “You know what?”

Stiles's brow lifts inquisitively.

Derek lets go of Stiles's wrist and takes his hand instead, leading him back to the sofa and sitting them both down squarely by the coffee table where he had been sat fruitlessly Googling not so long ago.

“I believe you,” Derek says.

Stiles frowns. “Huh?” It's his turn to be confused.

“Millions wouldn't, but I believe you, Stiles. About your mom.”

He reaches across and picks up the Apology Leaf, cradling it for a brief moment in his palm before nudging at Stiles's hand and urging him to take it, which he does.

Derek then grabs the laptop, side-eyeing his previous Google search—WHO NEAR ME SELLS PHOENIX ROAST ORGANIC COFFEE BEANS THAT TASTE LIKE HOME—and forcing himself not to get instantly sucked back into that particularly vexing nightmare, while also trying his best to angle the screen away from Stiles who, if he saw, would fall off the sofa laughing at Derek's admittedly pathetic research skills.

Not everybody is a… Technophile? Cyberpunk? Derek has no fucking clue about any of this shit.

With Stiles now passing comment on the aesthetic qualities of the Apology Leaf, Derek uses both index fingers to tap out the words of the thing he wants to look up, taking no notice of Stiles who is trying his annoying not-very-best to smirk at Derek's sorry efforts in Derek's periphery. Clicking through a few different links, this time Derek manages to find what he's after without any trouble, amazingly. He then hands the laptop over to Stiles, who carefully places the leaf down on the arm of the sofa beside him before fully taking the computer from Derek. 

Stiles purses those pretty lips of his as he scans the information on screen, squinting a little.

“Uh, well yeah. It's like you said, Der; It's a leaf. From a Yew, according to this.”

Derek rolls his eyes. “Your mother's ghost is infinitely more clever than you.” Stiles's squint deepens further. “Stiles, she is absolutely spot on about this. Just—scroll down the page a bit, dumbass,” and he ducks his head and smiles, seeing as accusing Stiles of Internet-related Dumbassery is really fucking funny because, irony. 

Stiles tuts but does as he's told.

Derek gives him a minute to read the passage on the website he found. It says:

The Yew tree can live for many, many years. It has deep connections with magic and the universe. It was regarded as the protector of the soul by the ancient Greeks. You’ll find this tree planted at many burial sites throughout the world as it’s recognized as a guardian of the dead.

It is believed that Odin (from the Nordic legend) hung himself from the Yew for nine days and nights. It’s symbolic of its everlasting and regenerative properties and is often associated with transformation and change after a difficult time. The Celtic tradition honours the Yew tree for symbolising death and rebirth.

Stiles is smiling this gorgeous, open smile by the time he's finished reading, and Derek makes an unrealistic wish to be able to keep it there forever.

“So, you were right,” Derek says, “when you said that she knew. You were just a little mixed up about what, is all.” Derek takes another deep breath. “What your mom knows is that you got the chance to begin again, Stiles. After all the shit we went through, you actually got to start over. With somebody who will absolutely protect your soul with their life.”

Stiles suddenly blinks furiously, like somebody just threw salt in his eyes.

“And you knew it, that she knew... something,” Derek smiles back, lovingly, before that smile turns a little wry. “It's just that you were kind of—now, how should I put this…?”

“No. Do not do it!” Stiles shouts—instantly catching on because he'd easily be the brightest bulb in any box—and he's pointing again, at Derek this time. “Puns are my stupid thing, you charlatan, and I can and will sue!” he warns, outraged yet smiling again as he wipes at his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt.

“—barking up the wrong tree,” Derek finishes, his smile now positively wolfish.

Stiles shakes his head and narrows his eyes, but he's chuckling, too as he says, “You do remember that it's you who's the canine in this relationship, right, 'wolf? If anybody's going to be making barking sounds, it's you.”

“Speciesist,” Derek quips.

Stiles pokes his tongue out. Then he's quiet for a few seconds (but definitely no more than fifteen).

“You know, I really was wrong when I said you deserve better than me. We actually absolutely deserve each other, Hale. Because it turns out we are both humongous assholes.”

After a moment, Derek grins more.

“Well, I would have answered that with I love my asshole, but you had to go and use the word humongous, and there's no way I would say that about my asshole—even though I would have technically been talking about you when I said it, seeing as it's actually you that is my favourite asshole.” And he pulls a rare, goofy face, just for Stiles, who laps it up. “Also, thinking about it, I would also have to say that loving my actual asshole is, in fact," he points at Stiles, “your job.” 

Stiles dramatically slaps a hand over Derek's mouth.

“Oh my God, Derek, stop! My ghostly mother could be listening in to us right now! Jeez, dude, have a little decorum, won't you?!” And if Stiles saying that isn't ironic, Derek really doesn’t know what is.

“Sorry, mom!” 

Grinning even more, Derek pushes Stiles's hand away from his face.

“Hey, wanna know the coolest thing?” he asks.

“Why in the name of anything sacred did you bother posing that as a question, Der? Like, when would I ever say no to that?”

Derek leans over and kisses Stiles again, soft and languid this time. The boy's lips are dry and warm and he tastes just like autumn.

Stiles hums and smiles into Derek's mouth as if he really, truly does love Derek. 

After another glorious moment, Derek pulls back, looks at Stiles and says, “Yew trees aren't even native to this part of California.”

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for @greyhavenisback my beloved <3 sorry i'm a dipshit, douche, massive ass-hat and a total loser, sometimes xp

(i got the info on tree symbolism HERE btw)

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masterlist

nsfw (not smut but like, mdni) (ᡣ𐭩) fluff (❀) smut (𐂯) hurt/comfort (✧)

here's a list of all of my works so far!! enjoy! leave requests pls!

stiles stilinski:

✮stiles, are you hard right now? in which you and stiles end up in a... tight situation (ᡣ𐭩)

✮in his flannel you show up for a study session in a particular choice of clothing (❀)

✮that was the best sleep i've had in months taking a car ride nap never sounded so good (❀)

✮kiss it better stiles helped calm you down the only way he could think of (✧)

✮the kind of love you deserve you go on a date with theo, and it's all stiles can think about (✧)

liam dunbar:

✮thank you for saving me liam lets his anger get the best of him and now you're hurt (✧)

peter parker:

✮oh my god, you, y-you look stunning peter 'friendly neighborhood spiderman' parker drooling at the sight of you when picking you up for the stark gala (ᡣ𐭩)

⤷ go get her, kid (pt 2) (ᡣ𐭩)

rick sanchez (sigh):

✮rick sanchez x reader blurb (gn) you're a family friend staying for the holidays, and you slowly discover rick has a soft spot for you (unbeknownst to him) (❀)

headcanons:

✮high with stiles hc (ᡣ𐭩)

✮stiles x reader: roommates to lovers hc (ᡣ𐭩)

✮dating liam hc (❀)

[itsjustrosee]

season one stiles is so needy coded so like im thinking jennifer type reader x stiles..

YES OH MY GOD. thank you lord for this because that's such a good prompt. thank you for requesting this!!! i really hope you like it 😚

Desperate Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

Context: You and Stiles have been dating ever since freshman year. Even with all of the supernatural shit going on, he still manages to spend all of his free time with you.

Warnings: none, fluff.

Wordcount: 1.1k

Stiles needed your touch as if you were a drug and he was an addict. Ever since the first time he got to feel you hold him, he knew things would never be the same. He got hooked.

Stiles walks into your room unannounced, per usual. He sets his bag on the floor and wastes no time getting into your bed. Without a word, he weasels his way on top of you and under the covers, his head nestled in your chest.

You watch him with a chuckle, setting down your book as he nuzzles his head into you. He lets out a content huff as his arms snake around your waist, pulling himself as tight to you as possible, ensuring that there is absolutely no space between the both of you.

You relax into his touch, having grown accustomed to this routine. Stiles would show up to your house every day without fail. Whether it was for a couple hours or only ten minutes, Stiles made sure that he would get to see you. Being in your presence was more than enough for him.

"How was your day, baby?" You ask him softly, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you. You gently scratch his scalp, running your fingers through his short brown hair as he looks up at you lazily.

"Boring... and very tiring," He mumbles into your chest before letting out an exhale.

He never knew what it was about you that made him so... soft. Whenever he was around you, he couldn't help but crave you. He didn't just crave your body, but he craved your voice, your soft comforting words that left him feeling like putty in your touch. But god did he need your touch. He needed your touch like he needed air, like a starving man needed food.

He would be damned if he ever admitted that, but he didn't need to.

You already knew it. You had him wrapped around your goddamn finger.

"It's better now that I'm with you," Stiles mutters again, his voice soft and genuine.

"That's good," You murmur, giving a kiss to his forehead before you pull your hands away from his hair and pick your book up again. Balancing it on Stiles' back, you begin to read once more.

Stiles lets out a happy hum once he feels your lips on his skin, the touch sending sparks through his body. However, the feeling soon dissipates as your attention drifts away from him. Feeling your focus return to your book, he grips you tighter subconsciously, trying to get your eyes back on him.

You feel Stiles' efforts to regain your attention but you simply smirk to yourself and keep your eyes on the paper, furthering his annoyance.

"Am I really less interesting than that book?" Stiles asks, unable to hide the jealousy in his voice. I mean, come on. He was right there, for god sake! He should be what you're looking at, what you're paying your sweet, sweet attention to, not a stupid book.

You simply chuckle in response to his words, making Stiles feel even more desperate. Whenever you tease him like this, he can't help but feel a little helpless as he realizes how much he depends on you and your attention.

He nuzzles closer to you, his head now buried in the crook of your neck as he inhales. His breath tickles your skin gently, his lips mere millimeters away from your neck.

"I deserve your attention... not that stupid book," Stiles grumbles, his lips peppering soft little kisses to your skin, trying desperately to get your focus back on him. "Pay attention to me."

"Say please, baby."

Stiles practically whines as he hears your words. God, why did he have to be stuck with a gorgeous girlfriend whose attention he was utterly obsessed with?

"Don't make me say it," Stiles mumbles quietly, a slight whimper in his voice as his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

You did this every single time. Making him beg for your attention was practically your favorite pastime. Not because you liked embarrassing him, but because you liked how desperate and needy he would get. It was one of his most endearing qualities in your eyes.

"Say it..." You tease further, a small smirk on your face.

Stiles huffs and reluctantly pulls his head away from your neck, his eyes meeting yours.

"Please," He says softly, his eyes filled with unbridled need and desperation, just the kind that makes your heart absolutely melt.

"There you go... good boy," You praise quietly, setting your book down again before wrapping your arms around him tightly. As you pull him closer to you, you kiss his cheek. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?"

Stiles shakes his head, blush still on his cheeks as he relishes in your touch, soaking it up with pleasure. Something about your touch was simply so heavenly to him and if he needed to, he would get on his knees for it. He would do anything you asked him to.

"You know what, for being such a good listener, I think you deserve a reward, no?"

Stiles nods his head eagerly, almost too eagerly. He looked up at you like a little puppy. His mind raced with possibilities of what this 'reward' could possibly entail and he just couldn't wait.

Your smirk turns into a soft genuine smile as you lean in and cup his cheek. Stiles' heart races as you place a soft kiss on his lips, practically making him let out a shaky moan.

"Fuck..." He curses under his breath, chasing your lips as you try to pull away and encasing them in a deeper, far more passionate kiss.

His lips move hungrily against yours, his need to feel you against him overriding every other thought in his brain. Stiles' tongue quickly slips its way into your mouth after you part your lips for him and he has to refrain from making any more embarrassing noises.

He continues to kiss you, his hands now moving around your body almost reverently, trying to commit every bit of skin to his memory. Hell, he wants the feel of you under him burned into his brain for the rest of his goddamn life.

Finally, you pull away, breathing heavily as you attempt to catch your breath. Your cheeks are flushed and your lips are puffy and parted from the kiss and it takes everything in Stiles not to kiss you again. You look up at him, feeling the bludge from his jeans press into you and you can't help but bite your lip.

"I need you," Stiles mutters before kissing you again, making you realize that he's going to be staying over for far longer than just a couple hours tonight.

ahh im back! sorry, i know this fic was kinda short and probably a little rushed, but I tried lmao. i cant even tell yall how nice it is for me to be back on here bc I seriously missed you guys. Ive just been so busy recently that I haven't had the time to focus on uploading, but I'm tryna get better with that.

Anyways, I hope you guys liked this! let me know if yall want a part to because I would be happy to post a far more spicy continuation.

[lil-frenchfri77]

Begin Again Chapter 4

Summary: Ever since Bella came back to Forks things between y/n and her boys have been different. Embry and Quil stopped answering phone calls and texts, they’ve even been avoiding her everytime she shows up at their house. So y/n does the only thing she can think to do, she latches onto Jacob just like Bella, and when he starts acting like Embry and Quil did, she makes the decision to not put so much effort into a friendship that is clearly one sided. But what happens one day when Sam’s pack is in town at the same time as y/n and her new friends and two certain boys imprint on their former best friend? And what happens when a former best friend doesn’t feel the same way?

Embry Call x Fem!Swan!Reader x Quil Ateara

Slight Stiles Stlinski x Reader

Authors note!!!! I am so absolutely freaking sorry that this took so long to write. I have been having really bad panic attacks and I've just been going through it. I know that no one probably cares anyways but I just thought the people who were eagerly awaiting this new chapter deserved some explanation. This chapter is sort of a filler so the next one will be better, I SWEAR!

Chapter 3 | Master list | Chapter 5

It was happening all over again. 

You got to Jacobs house as fast as you could. Managing to call his dad on the way there, letting him know what happened. When you got there Mr. Black was waiting outside for you, telling you to help him get Jacob inside the house. 

You helped him in and laid him on the bed asking what else you could do to help. He told you to go home, he didn't want you to get sick too. So you did. 

That was two weeks ago. And ever since Jacob has been dodging your calls and texts. You've even shown up to his house a few times, and everytime his dad tells you that he’s still not feeling well and then that transforms into he’s not home right now. 

You are getting really sick of him evading you every time you show up. It was just like Embry and Quil all over again. One last attempt is all you are going to give him. And Bella worrying about his health tags along with you. Ready to give him a piece of her mind if she has to.  

You and Bella are feeding off each other's emotions. Stewing in your own rage as you drive through the rain. It's not that you were mad at him for being sick, it's the fact that you knew he couldn’t possibly be sick any more and was just ignoring you now. You have an inkling as to what he is doing now that he might no longer be sick. 

As you pull the car to a stop next to his house Bella spots him walking just ahead of you. She stays behind in the car for a few seconds while you hop out and rush up to him. 

“HEY!” you yell at him over the rain. Reaching him in less than 5 seconds, shoving him with all your might. He stumbles forward a little, caught off guard by your strength combined with the slippery mud beneath his feet. 

“What happened to you? You cut your hair? You got a tattoo? Your dad has been telling me you were too sick to leave the house! You've been dodging me for weeks now, what the hell?” you feel like you're going insane. Bella comes up next to you and lays into him too. Berating him for abandoning you two. 

He just stands there with this sad, downfallen look on his face. Not defending himself against anything either of the two of you are saying. 

“So what? You're just going to stand there now?” The rain is mixing with your tears as they slid down your face. You have never felt more betrayed. It didn't feel possible for your heart to crack any further. 

“Did Sam get to you?” Bella asked as he turned around and tried to walk away. 

“Sam’s trying to help me.” He spits it out. Spinning back around like you couldn’t possibly understand what he is trying to say.

“Helping? When has he ever helped?” You spat back at him. You couldn’t believe this. He ditched you for Sam, just like they did. “What happened to that promise you made me, huh? Does that mean so little do you? Do I mean nothing to you?” 

In the distance, over the sound of the pouring rain, you faintly hear Sam and the other boys calling out for Jacob. When he doesn’t come over they slowly approach the three of you. 

“You know what, forget it. You clearly don't care about me, about us.” You go to turn around and head back to the car when Jacob grabs your arm and pulls you back. He opens his mouth to say something but gets cut off. Just then the boys walk up, standing a few paces behind Jacob. 

Bella storms around you two, approaching Sam and shoving him in the chest. “What did you do to him? He didn't want this.” 

It was like she knows something you don’t. You have no idea what she could be talking about, and clearly you were the only one. 

Paul got in Bellas face, huffing and puffing about something. He was too quiet for you to be able to hear, but you don’t like the look on his face. 

“BELLA!” You have to yell over the rain for her to hear you, “Lets just go.”

Two heads shoot up and over to where you are standing. They look like they’re going to start heading in your direction when the sound of Bella’s hand meeting Paul's face reverberates so loud it sounds like a strike of lightning in the clearing you all stand in. 

In an instant Paul was ripping through his clothes and transforming into the biggest wolf you had ever seen. Bella stumbles backwards, trying to escape the reach of Paul the wolf. 

“Oh my god.” It escapes your mouth in a whisper as Jacob lets go of your arm to rush over to Bella. 

Right before he reaches her, he jumps over her head and shifts into an even larger brown wolf. You feel a tug at your wrist as you watch them go at each other. Your head slowly turns to the side to see Embry and Quil standing there, saying something to you. But the blood in your ears is rushing too loudly for you to understand what either of them are saying. 

It's like your soul snaps back into place right as they get slightly too close to Bella for your comfort. You wrench your arm from Quill’s grip. Whisper yelling “Don't touch me!” at them. 

You run up to Bella taking her hand and pulling her back to the car as fast as you can. You shove her into the passenger seat and head around to the driver's side. Getting in and backing out as fast as you can. 

Your eyes are wide, never daring to blink. When you feel like you're far enough away from them you pull over and put the car in park. 

“You.. um, you have to drive Bella.” It comes out shaky and quiet. You aren’t quite sure if you actually saw what you just saw. She opens her door first, getting out and walking over to your side.

You're still just sitting there. White knuckling the steering wheel and staring off into space. Your breaths come out shaky and uneven, never leaving you the way they should. 

“Come on,” Bella slowly reaches over you, pressing your seat belt and pulling it off. She takes your hand and pulls you out of the car, into the pouring rain. 

The freezing water finally snaps you out of your shocked state. And now it feels like you can't breathe. Heart pounding so hard like it might burst. You gasp for air as your hands shake and tears, from seemingly nowhere, start to stream down your cheeks. Everything hurts, your brain, your heart, everything. Your hands come up to your chest, laying over your racing heart. Your  vision disfigured, as if you were looking through a kaleidoscope that wouldn’t stop twisting. Everything blurred, whether from the tears or the rain you couldn't tell. 

Bella’s hand on your shoulder did nothing to calm you. Each gasping breath that escaped your lungs stung. Your eyes drift shut as you slide down the side of the car. Hitting the floor makes it all so much worse. Breathing is harder down here and so is trying to focus on anything. It's nearly impossible to peel your eyes open to look at Bella who’s been calling your name for some time now. 

You feel her soft hands move up to your face, gently cupping your cheeks as she continues to softly call your name. Her hands venture farther upwards engulfing your ears, blocking out most of the sounds around you. It's then that you realise how heavy your heart is and how hard it is throwing itself around in your chest. Your eyes softly peel open to look at your everloving sister, tears still cascading down your skin. 

“It’ll be okay. I promise you.” she says it in such a soft spoken manner that you can't quite make out what she is saying. “I need you to focus on me okay. Follow my breathing” 

Her breaths slow for you to follow, hands remaining on your ears to keep you as focused, as you can be, on her to get you to calm down. The two of you sit on the side of the road for a good 20 minutes, getting your breathing under control and trying to stop crying. Eventually you work up enough strength to get up, with the help of bella, and walk over to the passenger side of the car. 

The drive home is silent, save for your still uneven sniffles. When you finally make it home, getting up to your room seems like the most tedious task. You brush past your dad and head right upstairs, gently closing your door. Changing into clean warm clothes and sliding into bed feels like heaven. 

It doesn’t take long for you to pass out. Weary after a long day of revelations and heartbreaks.

[imawreck]

✨Prompt List✨

Hello my darling readers! I’ve decided to do a prompt list/writing challenge for myself with your help! Choose any of these 50 prompts (or leave one of your own), mix and match, and comment or leave an ask in my ask box! It can be any of these listed characters below. I will write NSFW 18+, but it depends on the content requested. I tend to write Fem!reader, but I can always substitute! Please don’t be afraid to reach out with your requests!

Disclaimer: I literally compiled this from many different Pinterest lists that I liked so most of them are from other lists that I went “ohhh that’s nice, I like that” and added to this one. Credit to those out there on the internet and their genius ideas.

💕Characters💕

The walking Dead

- Daryl Dixon

Teen Wolf

- Scott McCall

- Liam Dunbar

- Theo Raeken

- Stiles Stilinski

Marvel

- Bucky Barnes

- Loki Laufeyson

- Thor Odinson

- Steve Rogers

- Peter Parker (Tom or Andrew)

Vampire Diaries

- Elijah Mikaelson

- Damon Salvatore

- Kai Parker

Supernatural

- Dean Winchester

- Sam Winchester

- Castiel

👀 Tropes👀

Dads best friend

Enemies to lovers

Hurt/comfort

One bed

Fake dating

Bodyguard

Grumpy/sunshine

Secret dating

In love with the enemy

Forced proximity

Near death/injured

Soulmates

Age gap

Second chance

Love triangle

Stalker

Serial killer

Blackmail

One night stand

Marriage pact

Pen pals

🫶🏻Prompts 🫶🏻

“You think I’m going to leave you here?”

“You don’t deserve this… me.”

“You look pretty like this.”

“That’s my fucking Wife!”

“You really don’t know how much I love you?”

“ I like her. Like, really like her. But… she scares me a little.”

“Who made you the leader?”

“Im not pissed, this is just my face.”

“This thing we’ve got going on, it’s so much more than it ever used to be.”

“Why am I always your second option?”

“Get away! You’re hurting them!”

“Why wouldn’t I save you?”

“Stop biting that fucking lip!”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Do you ever mean the things you say?”

“What are we?” “I… I’m not sure.”

“I’ll feel so much better if you let me walk you home.”

“It is my duty to take care of you, so stop forcing me away.”

“Why can’t you see what’s right in front of you?”

“Shh. Stop fussing, I’m braiding your hair.”

“Don’t be silly. I want to stay up with you.”

“Your bedhead is really cute.”

“Stop acting like you’re in love with me. I might actually start believing it.”

“You feel it too, don’t you?”

“Your parents/friends hate me. You do know that right?”

“My Ex won’t leave me alone, okay? I’m in desperate need of a diversion.”

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“I just want to be yours.”

“Nothing will take me from you.”

“When you love something, you protect it.”

“Can’t you go just five minutes without messing something up?”

“Dance with me?”

“Don’t… Don’t leave. Please.”

“I don’t know you anymore.”

“Can you keep holding my hand?”

“I think you’d look cuter with me.”

“I see the way you look at them.”

“I can be good, just give me another chance.”

“Do I make you nervous?”

“Me? As in…me?”

“You chose her.”

“How is it fair that when you protect people, you’re the hero, but when I protect people, I’m the monster?"

“I paid the price no one else was willing to pay.”

“Of all the people I had to be stuck in an elevator with, it had to be you.”

“Why is there a magic portal in the bathroom?”

“I dare you to kiss them.”

“Oh, you’re still alive?”

“I love you.” “That’s a bad life decision.”

“Please be quiet. I can’t even hear myself losing the will to live.”

“Interrupt my reading one more time, and this book will become a lethal weapon.”

[swords-and-starlight]

i think the real reason i’ve been so obsessed with sceo recently is because they’re such a perfect representation of what I mean when I talk about the trope of devotion and obsession to the point of destruction.

in s5 theo was so envious and obsessed with scott (his power, his compassion, the loyalty and devotion he inspired in his pack, etc) that he did everything he could to steal it and when that didn’t work he had to destroy it. on top of that scott was kind and compassionate to him, specifically, when he’d never had anyone care about what happened to him, except, possibly, scott and tara when they were kids, both of whom he killed. he knew that scott would have helped him if he’d come clean in the beginning. and he hated scott for it. he hated him because he loved him. and theo doesn’t know how to cope with being loved except to be destructive in the face of it.

and scott as a victim of violence but also abuse from theo. theo being so emotionally manipulative that he drags every member of the pack away from scott and then makes himself the only person that scott can lean on. theo knowing every nook and cranny of scott and his psyche in a way that no one, not even stiles who’s known him the longest or lydia who understands him the best, can compare to. and scott needing him for it. theo being the only person who doesn’t put him on a pedestal but still believes in him. scott needing his love so desperately to the point of letting him destroy him. scott still loving his murderer and abuser enough to want to save him but also having enough love from his pack to not need him anymore and enough self respect not to do so.

i think what they had was toxic and a tragedy but because im a sucker for happy endings, especially for people who are so intertwined that they have no option but to exist in each others orbit, i like to think that scott and theo end up being the only people that can really see each other for who they really are, not just because they know each other so well but because they are the direct victims of theo’s worst mistakes and that gives them both a kind of insight into each other that no one else gets to see. I think scott is the only person that can convince theo he’s becoming a better person and theo is the only person who can convince scott that it’s ok to break sometimes. I think theo needs scott’s validation and approval and when scott lets him get close to liam and the puppy pack, he knows he has it. i think scott needs to believe that people can change and get better and when theo does his best to help people and be kind to people who don’t deserve it, he believes it. I think theo needs scott to tell him he was a monster and i think scott needs theo to tell him he was a victim. I think they need each other in a way they both refuse to acknowledge but they will still magically end up sitting together in silence on a rooftop every once in a while just to revel in the fact that they can.

and maybe, eventually, they become real friends or lovers

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Tread Carefully ~ S.S.

Request: “Stiles x male reader, reader getting hurt trying to protect stiles from a werewolf” by anon

Word Count: 1400+

MASTERLIST

Stiles had been harboring a crush on Lydia Martin for as long as he could remember. Even longer than Scott had known about it; and that was ages. So when he actually became friends with her, he'd thought he'd had a chance.

And then she'd dated Allison.

If he was honest, Stiles really hadn't ever considered that before. I mean yeah, he knew about queer people. But every time he brought it up, people had brushed it off and dismissed it. Stiles especially just wasn't - according to everyone. So he had never thought about it, until his old crush became one of his best friends and then she was taking about it all the time. Telling him about how happy she was, and when he asked, about how she'd realized she was into women. And suddenly he realized something he'd never considered before: he'd one hundred percent had a crush on Scott when they were kids. 

He didn't tell anyone for a long time. Well, anyone but Lydia. She was a fantastic confidante and an even better secret keeper. And she was good at keeping Stiles' sexuality a secret... until he developed a crush on her brother.

Y/n Martin was very different than his sister. They were a unit, they always had been, but where Lydia leaned into expectation to make herself popular and as perfect as possible, Y/n had leaned away from it. He didn't have a lot of friends, outside of the kids in the programming club, and some people he'd met over the internet. He was the type that knew high school was stupid, and thought that made him a little bit cooler than everyone else.

Stiles thought he was awesome. Y/n was putting as little effort into school as possible, focused less on college and more on learning to program and prepping himself to just do that forever. He was smart, which meant he knew that school didn't actually teach you anything you needed to know - as long as you knew what you were heading into. He often talked Lydia's ear off about how school was just preparing you to be part of the machine of society, and rolled his eyes when Lydia tried to get him into a "better outfit" or take him shopping.

But that was actually why Stiles liked him. They had math together, and Y/n made jokes under his breath and talked about how stupid it all was, and then leaned over and gave him pointers and help with the work in a way he could actually understand. He never ran out of patience and didn't find Stiles' burst of energy or hard time focusing or burn out annoying. He encouraged Stiles and hyped him up and when he did a good job and Y/n was leaning over his shoulder grinning at him, whispering compliments to him and joking about having to reward him one of these days, Stiles couldn't help but think that all he wanted in that moment was to kiss him.

Lydia picked up on it too fast. She was at first a little hesitant, making Stiles promise this wasn't about her, because her brother deserved better than being a replacement, but Stiles promised that wasn't it. And he proved it too, even if the pining looked the same. He talked to Y/n and became friends with him and fought against werewolves and other big-bads, and they bonded over being the only two just-humans on the team, but Stiles never reached out to him to tell him how he felt. Stiles didn't want anything from Y/n that he didn't want to offer; which was sweet except Lydia wanted to see her best friend and her brother happy.

So what was she to do except play match maker?

Her butting in was helping, too. Y/n was telling her all the time now about how he liked Stiles, how well they got along, all the stuff they were doing together. About his eyes and his smile and his laugh and how brave he was. About how they made so many plans together and learned to trust each other. About how nice his voice was, and how they studied together and often fell asleep late into the night and woke up next to each other.

And yet... it took Y/n almost dying for either of them to do anything about it.

It was a shit storm like all the others they had to live through. A battle, injuries all around, and Stiles and Y/n trying to find each other because this time they'd gotten separated. It was never good when those two got separated, they were both idiots.

Something that showed more than ever when Y/n rushed into the room, saw Stiles being cornered by a werewolf, and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was a faceless beast at this point, mind controlled by a spell that a witch had cast. She was making their lives hell, and this was only the most recent of poor bastards that had been mind controlled and sent their way. The only way to break the spell was to find the object that mattered to them most and destroy it. This worked because the witch had to cast the spell on such an object, and destroying it broke the spell. But she was aware of this, so she often sent her subjects after whoever found or had the object at the moment.

And right now, that person was Y/n.

So the werewolf turned, getting on all fours and shooting after the teenager, who's eyes went wide as he turned sharply and began barreling down the hallway as quickly as he could. It was a ploy to save Stiles' life, and it was a good one, but it couldn't last forever. The werewolf swiped at him, sending him flying one way and the thing he was carrying flying the other way. Derek arrived that moment, having been tied up before, and managed to fight the creature off while Stiles scrambled onto the scene and burned the object.

It was over.

But the damage had been done.

The pack brought them to Deaton, who immediately launched into stitching the poor boy up and lathering something on him to fight infection and help him heal faster. Then they were all left to simply wait and hope Y/n would wake up. He still had a heartbeat, but shock had hit his system and he still might not make it. A lot of blood lost, a really bad concussion...

Stiles of course never left Y/n's side. Y/n woke up to the boy asleep on his little make shift hospital bed, head on Y/n's leg, holding his hand. Y/n smiled, exhausted and sore and feeling like shit, but unable to deny that Stiles still looked adorable when he was asleep. Y/n ran his hand through Stiles' hair and the boy jolted up. "Oh." He blinked sleep out of his eyes, rubbing his face and shaking his head to clear it. "Hey."

Y/n laughed. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty," Y/n joked. His voice croaked from disuse and he flinched. "Jesus I sound like I died."

Stiles' smile withered. "You almost did."

There was silence at that. They couldn't meet each others' eyes, couldn't pass that stiffness and awkwardness. Neither of the boys were good with silence and always tried to scramble to crack jokes or entertain or cheer up, but Stiles' bluntness had shattered that. And it was kind of nice. Vulnerable.

"Stiles," Y/n began. "I... liked you." He sighed, shoulders dropping. "Like, really really like you. And I know it might ruin everything, and I don't want you to say you like me back because I almost died. I don't even need you to say anything right now, just, know I like you. And everyone knows you've always liked my sister but-"

At that, Stiles broke. He caught Y/n's face between his hand and pulled him into a kiss. They both sighed, smiling into it, and all the unspoken things seemed to be understood without any of the words needing to be said. They often communicated like this, with just an understanding, and no need for specifics or long rants. Leaning their foreheads together, Stiles still did say one thing. "I like you too." They both laughed, and all the tension melted away from both of them.

"Maybe next time you two need to talk about your feelings, one of you doesn't need to die for it?" Lydia sassed from the doorway. The boys parted, blushing, as she tackled her brother in a hug. But all of them laughed, and for now all of them were okay, and that... that could be enough. After all, they still had a witch to kill.

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