#stiles stilisnki imagine

[dreadpirateroe]

need to make a sterek grease au. derek as danny and stiles as sandy.

[nightingale2004]

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

Something I need to see more in fics is Derek absolutely owning the argents. I really dislike it in fics when he has to beg Chris and Allison to work with him. Especially when they’re like “oh we are here to keep you in check”

Like no, beacon hills is his home, his family has bleed and died for beacon hills for centuries. That land bends to Derek’s will, and if he doesn’t want hunters on his land, beacon hills will make it so.

He owes the argents nothing, not his allegiance, not even his understanding. “Oh Chris didn’t know that Kate would” stfu. Christ argent still perpetuates the bigotry of being a hunter.

Give me alpha Derek hale, continuing on the legacy of his family. Having the hale pack, marrying stiles. Having a happy ending.

Anyway that’s my rant for the day 🫢

[sapchat]

i want to read the most guy wrenching heart shattering liam mairi fanfiction because my baby deserved BETTER and LOVE LIKE NO OTHER (i would also fuck the daylights out of ridoc because i imagined him as stiles stilisnki era dylan obrien)

Okay well you’ve just made me realize why part of me likes Ridoc. Cuz it reminds me of Stiles fucking Stilinski.

ALSO I would love nothing more than to read the most gut punching, heart wrenching, heart shattering, lips of an angel type shit, story about Liam.

Like imagine a story where readers signet is being able to communicate with past souls or some shit, like all they need is an object which is difficult since their belongings get burned. But we have his letters to Sloan, and the dragons he carved so we can still communicate and “summon” him.

[berrieluv]

Usually, Stiles is a loving and caring boyfriend, when he has nothing in his mind you're his first priority. Recently, more than usually, he has been having too much in his mind.

Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader.

This is really, really short because I just wanted to add in something an scene inspired on 50 Cent's TikTok Audio. Let's pretend there's good Universities at Beacon Hills and the pack didn't have to leave and they're still together, thank you.

That Old Jeep.

Stiles was supposed to pick you up from work, as he usually does when he's free and as he does all the time when you're working 'till late.

It was pass 11:00 O'clock when you made it out of your shift. As usual, you walk a few steps to wait for Stiles at the end of the street, so he doesn't have to turn and do the whole round to get out again, you both agreed it was easy to have you walking a few, also, the spot were you would wait for him was crowded with the other people waiting for the bus.

A few minutes later, the first two busses arrived, and around seven people left with them, fortunately there were still five people and you waiting.

Stiles wasn't a punctual person. He usually arrives five minutes late, ten when it was a special occasion and he had too much to do, but he always made sure to make it up to you for the wait.

But sure Stiles never, ever, was thirty minutes late. There wasn't a single person left on the bus stop anymore and it was starting to get cold. The business around started to turn off their lights by 12:00 o'clock, but luckily you, you still have the people who worked very late at the restaurants.

A few minutes after, you were alone again. And you blamed Stiles, and yourself too for believing he will be on time when the last week he has done nothing but let you down. You get up and start to do what you feel you should've done the first thirty minutes he didn't arrive. You start to make your way home, walking in the dark and lonely streets praying some crazy man wouldn't jump on you and try to steal your things, or worst, some fucking werewolf would try to bit you and now you will be cursed, having to need your best friend full time and he wouldn't have time to attend his girlfriend because he'll be too fucking busy helping you.

"Fuck!"

You yell at your thoughts. Of course you were happy Scott and Stiles had each other. It was a very beautiful friendship and you know you would love to have one like theirs, but you were reaching your limits. The fact that Stiles, knowing how dangerous it's out there, would leave you to walk home alone at late night hours was making you angrier.

You froze when you feel a car following you, you try not to show it and your legs start to walk faster only to see Stiles in his Jeep next to you a few seconds later.

"Hey, beautiful. I'm sorry I was late. Scott and I were a little busy" He stops the car a few meters ahead you and he gets out to wait for you and walk you to the passenger seat, but when you walk pass him his face is now showing confusion. "Hey, gorgeous, what's wrong? Please get in the jeep, you can't be walking alone this late at night"

"Go to hell"

"Ok, I know I deserve that. Please, get in the jeep, we'll fix this on there, right?"

You turn to look at him and he smiles when you do, thinking he'll be having you back and his plans would turn like he wanted to.

"Fuck you, Stiles" He frowns "Fuck you and fuck your stupid fucking piece of shit you call jeep"

Stiles looks confused at your choice of words, knowing you were never one to curse that much in just a sentence. He've been knowing you since kindergarten and he doesn't think he ever heard you using that many bad words.

"What would you say fuck my jeep for?"

You let out a frustrated yell and continue walking. Stiles gets on his jeep, ready to star following you, trying to convince you to get in, and if he doesn't, at least you wouldn't be walking alone.

"Hey, princess, please get on the jeep, please? I won't talk if you don't want to just please don't walk all the way. It's dangerous"

"It's exactly the fucking same, Stiles" You yell without slowing your steps "You can't protect me even if you want to. What're you gonna do? You're gonna fight a werewolf if they come for me? Mh? You're gonna do that?" By the last sentence, you stopped your walking, facing Stiles in his jeep, both of you looking at each other "You can't fucking protect me, not me, not you, not your fucking jeep and I don't care how much you help and protect Scott and the pack, you can't do that for me and you do nothing to prove me wrong"

"Y/N..."

"No, Stiles! Stop fucking following me! I'm not getting in that stupid jeep, not alone, not with you, not under any circumstance because it's the fucking same weather I'm alone or I'm with you because either way you're not there!"

"Ok, ok, cool, cool, cool, fine. Baby, please get in the jeep. We'll talk about this, right? Get in and we'll fix this"

"I don't want to fix anything with you"

Stiles saws you walking away and he starts to drive his jeep to you too.

"Y/N, baby, I know you don't mean that. What you're saying it's hurting me"

"And dating you it's hurting me too so either way you stop fucking following me or I'll go to the sheriff station to accuse you of stalking"

You hear Stiles jeep slowing down and you walk faster, only to jump scare when he takes you into his arms and starts to walk to the jeep.

"Just get on the fucking Jeep"

"Put me down, Stiles!"

"No, I know I did wrong, I'm so sorry, but you get in the fucking jeep, we get home, we talk about it, I do that think you like with my tongue and I tell Scott I can't be going with him tomorrow because I have to make it up to my beautiful girl"

"You can't possible stay at home for a day"

"You can't possible stand me for a day but we'll see who wins"

[wrenniebaby]

loves for losers!- “you’re doing so good” with stiles!

ophie’s celly!

tw. dom! stiles. oral (m receiving). praise.

you were crouched in front of him, where he sat knees spread out before you. his boxer and jeans, long forgotten as you inch closer to stiles’ cock. his member was beckoning you closer as you try to fit your mouth over the head.

once you finally do, you work fast to get a good rhythm going for him. his hand tightly fastened in your hair as he helps you bob your head along his cock.

“you’re doing so good,” stiles grunted, losing his breath from the amount of pleasure you were giving him. the praise encouraging you to go faster, grunts and whines tumbled out of stiles’ mouth unwavering. it was long before you felt the hot seed of him coming down your throat.

[fingerbangchan]

prompt: “Say it.”

author’s note: this takes place like right after stiles and the nogitsune split, and after allison’s death. i dunno wtf compelled me to write this but here we are and i hope you enjoy

pairing: stiles x reader

word count: ~2.2k

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It had been one of the longest days of your life, and all you wanted to do was go to sleep. Allison was gone, and you couldn’t believe it. She had been one of your closest friends and now, as you laid in bed, all you could think about was how you would never get to see her smile or hear her laugh again. You’d never be able to go to her for advice, or cry on her shoulder when you felt like nobody else would listen. She was really gone.

Tears streamed down your face as you stared at the ceiling of your mostly-dark room, illuminated only by the soft glow of the streetlights pouring through the cracks in your blinds. So much shit had happened since Scott was bitten, but you never imagined that you’d actually lose anyone. The pack was in danger a lot, but you always made it out safe one way or another, until now.

You resigned to the idea that you wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight as you laid flat on your back. Your mind was clear of everything except thoughts and memories of Allison until your phone buzzed and lit up the room. You sniffled and wiped your eyes before turning over to reach for your phone on your nightstand. It was a text from Stiles.

                  Stiles

12:38

Hey, are you awake?

                                  12:39

                 yeah, what’s up?

12:39

Open your window

You frowned, but walked over to your bedroom window and opened the blinds. You jumped when you saw Stiles standing outside it, looking just as pale and sickly as he did when you saw him a couple of hours ago. He hadn’t even changed clothes. You wiped away the tears that remained on your face, and then opened the window so you could talk to him. “What are you doing here, dude? Shouldn’t you be asleep? Or, like, resting at least?” you asked, stepping back.

“I don’t know. Probably,” Stiles sighed. “Can I, like, come in?” he asked. “It’s cold out here.” He was visibly shivering.

“Of course, yeah. Do you wanna use the door or can you climb in?” you asked. He answered you by hoisting himself up and into your room. You realized then that you weren’t wearing anything but an old oversized t-shirt and your underwear. Your face went red as you turned around and walked to your dresser to put on a pair of sweatpants before sitting down on your bed.

Stiles toed his shoes off once he was inside, sitting down in the chair across the room. He was silent.

You flicked on your lamp so you could see each other more clearly, Stiles looked… well, he looked sick. He looked bad. And you had never seen Stiles look bad in your whole life. Not even when he had that godawful buzzcut. The two of you sat in silence as he bounced his leg and chewed at the inside of his lip.

“What’re you doing here? Are you alright?” you asked quietly, after minutes of silence. His eyes flickered up to you, and then back down to his feet. He remained quiet. You were pretty sure you could see his eyes filling with tears. It broke your heart.

“Stiles,” you whispered, barely audible. “Come here. Come sit with me,” you offered, patting the spot next to you on your bed. You sat with your legs crossed and your body facing him once he sat down next to you. He still wasn’t saying anything.

You wanted so badly to reach out and hug him, but part of you (well, most of you, if you were going to be honest) was still afraid of him. Your eyes flickered to right below his ear, where you saw the mark of the Oni. It really was Stiles. Of course, you already knew that. You had been there to witness the death of the Nogitsune. But it had been wearing his face when it did all of those awful things. When it got Allison killed.

You decided to reach for his hand, placing it gently on top of his. “Stiles, I understand if you don’t want to talk. But are you alright?” you asked him, your eyes searching his for anything that might be off.

Stiles turned to meet your eyes for the first time, which caused tears to roll down his face. “It’s my fault,” he whispered. “Allison is dead, and it’s my fault.” It was so quiet that you weren’t even sure you had heard him right.

Your heart broke all over again. “No, Stiles. Of course it isn’t your fault. That… thing was wearing your face, but we all know it wasn’t you.” You spoke softly, taking your hand from on top of his and wrapping your arm around his waist to pull him closer.

You’d had a thing for Stiles for a while, but you were best friends. It wasn’t something you were interested in ruining just yet. You’d do anything for him and he knew it. That’s probably why he wound up at your window half past midnight instead of Scott’s.

Stiles just leaned into you as soft sobs wracked his body. He was frail and thin, more so than usual. You could feel his ribs as you rubbed your hand up and down his side. “Allison’s dead, y/n,” he whimpered, burying his face in your neck.

Your eyes welled up with tears again and you nodded. “Yeah,” your voice broke as you began to cry along with him. “She is. I know,” you whispered, smoothing down the hair on the back of his head as you held his body close to yours.

You both sat there, holding each other and crying for a while. You weren’t sure how much time had passed when your sobs finally quieted, but neither of you moved. Your breathing steadied and the room was filled with only the sounds of soft sniffles. Stiles held on to you tighter than you thought he ever had before.

“Can I stay here tonight? I don’t think I can handle sleeping alone,” Stiles asked, pulling away to meet your eyes again. As sick as he looked, he was still weirdly beautiful. He was beautiful in a way that you couldn’t quite describe. He still had a softness to him, an innocence, even after everything he had just been through. You silently hoped that he would never lose it.

Your expression softened and you reached up to cup his cheek in your hand. “Of course you can. I’m sure I have something you can sleep in so you don't have to wear jeans to bed,” you stood up and kissed his forehead before rummaging around in your closet. You pulled out an old pair of sweatpants that were too big for you, and then one of your sleep shirts. You handed them to him and pulled the covers back on your bed before sitting back down on the edge.

Stiles turned his back to you and unzipped his jacket. He let it fall to the floor before lifting his shirt over his head, exposing his skin to the cold air of your room. A visible shiver went down his spine as he pulled the clean shirt over his head. You decided that it was probably too much of an invasion of privacy to watch him strip the rest of the way, so you turned around and crawled under the covers with your back to him.

You heard him shuffle for a moment before undoing his belt buckle, and pulling it from the loops of his jeans. You heard him unzip his pants and then you heard them fall to the floor. Your heart was racing. Moments later, after a little more movement of fabric, you felt the bed next to you dip just slightly. You took a deep breath as you felt the covers being pulled up over the both of you.

Your breathing was shaky as you rolled over to face Stiles. You smiled softly at him, reaching out to place your hand upon his where it rested in between the two of you. There were a couple of minutes of silence before Stiles scooted in closer to you. He was so close that your noses nearly touched, and you could feel his breath on your face.

Stiles moved his hand from beneath yours. For a split second, you were worried that you had overstepped. But then, you felt his hand on your face, and then you felt it run through your hair and around to the back of your neck. Your hand shook as you reached your own arm down to rest on his waist.

You sat there, just like that, with his hand on the back of your neck and yours rubbing slow circles on his waist for what felt like forever. The whole time, his eyes never left yours. After everything that had happened today, and in the days before, you felt like this was exactly what you needed. You knew in your heart that it didn’t mean to Stiles what it meant to you, but it was okay. He was here, he was in your bed and you were holding him.

As you stared at him, and he stared right back at you, you felt his hand trail down your back to rest right above the hem of your pants. Directly in the place where your shirt had ridden up a couple of inches, and he could touch your bare skin. You felt like you were on fire where his skin met yours, and your heart pounded as he pulled you in impossibly closer to him, pressing your bodies flush together from your chests to your hips.

Stiles pressed one of his legs between both of yours, still not breaking eye contact. “I know that everything has been awful for as long as we both can remember,” he started, “But I’m so glad that you’re here. I’m so glad I have you.” his words were hushed as he pressed his forehead to yours, nudging his nose against your face.

Was this happening? Did Stiles want the same thing that you did? “Stiles, I…” you trailed off, the lump forming in your throat prevented you from finishing your sentence. All you wanted right now was to tell him exactly how you felt. To let him know exactly how loved he was.

“Say it.” Stiles whispered, his lips just barely brushing your own as he spoke. It was now or never.

“I love you,” you said, your eyes darting between both of his. There was just enough time to see him smile before his lips were pressed to yours.

You melted against him, your lips moving slowly against his. The kiss wasn’t heated, it wasn’t desperate. It was slow and sweet. Your arms wrapped around Stiles’ waist, and his came up to hold your face as he kissed you. You had never felt this good in your entire life.

Stiles swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, causing you to part them. He pressed closer to you as he deepened the kiss, sighing softly into your mouth. Your heart was pounding as you slipped your hands beneath his shirt, just wanting to feel his skin. You wanted to touch every part of him you were allowed. He let you.

Stiles’ hands had moved from cupping your face, to holding your hips. His fingers squeezed at the flesh there as he rolled over onto his back, bringing you with him. This put you on top of him now, your legs straddling his waist as you tangled your fingers in his hair. You yelped at the sudden movement, but didn’t allow it to distract you from the kiss and Stiles’ hands roaming up your back. He sat up to meet you and held the back of your neck while you sat in his lap.

You wrapped your legs around his middle, pulling away with a smile.

Stiles rubbed the top of your thighs as he smiled back at you, but there was a sadness in his eyes. It was in yours too. As happy as this moment was, you both knew that when the sun rose, you would still have to face tomorrow. You wished more than anything that you could just freeze time and stay right here with him.

As if he was reading your mind, Stiles whispered, “I wish we could stay here forever,” before laying his head on your chest and snaking his arms around your middle to hold you as close as he could.

You laced your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “I know, me too,” you sighed. “But I’m so glad to have you back. I’ve missed you so much,” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

Stiles lifted his head to press another soft kiss to your lips. Against them, he said “I missed you too.”

Things were bad now, really bad. But at least you had this, at least you had him.

[gyllenbaabe]

Dating Stiles Stilinski would include:

( gif not mine- credits to owner!)

- best friends with Scott

- copying each others homework

- weird and crazy texts

- m e m e s

- movie marathon nights

- watching Star Wars a l o t

-blanket forts

- helping him with theories

- Missing each other even when the other is in the bathroom

- hugs from behind

- pet names ! ! !

- food dates

- cheesy pick up lines

- pillow fights

- him being overprotective

- accidental boners-

- stealing shirts, hoodies, sweatpants

- high sarcasm level

- pranks

- slapping your ass whenever he feels like it

- forehead kisses

- neck kisses

- so mUCH kISseS

- overall a ton of kisses

- Lazy nights

- overall being the cutest couple in Beacon Hills-

Please I want a Stiles

[sterekfor-life]

For our lost fics, memories that refuse to come back.

I will never stop looking for you.

[sftykth]

CARELESS / Dylan O’Brien

Dylan is a rich business man who is married and has kids. Nothing but you can fill his longing needs, although for how long? 

* indicates smut.

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Part One: The Drunk. * 

Part Two: The Job.

Part Three: The Tease.(Coming soon)

Part Four: The Nearly Caught. *

Part Five: The Dinner. *

Part Six: The Business Trip.

Part Seven: The Confession. *

Part Eight: The Breaking. *

Part Nine: The Unexpected.

Part Ten: The Finale. *

[mysticalbanshee]

Try to not smile - Dylan Obrien

I lost at the first GIF

You?

[anxiousstark]

S2 10 | Fury

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 2848

Warnings: Mentions of guns, degrading names, injuries, blood, murder, swearing (always).

↪ PLEASE RESPECT MY WORK. DON’T COPY, TRANSLATE OR CLAIM THEM AS YOURS. NOT ON THIS WEBSITE OR ANOTHER. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

"So this kid's the real killer?" Noah Stilisnki asked, his eyes moving from Scott and Stiles to me. We were in Stiles's bedroom, showing him a picture of Matt. We needed to end this, but Noah didn't seem convinced by what we were trying to explain.

"Yeah." Stiles rolled his eyes.

"No."

"Yes!"

"No."

"Dad, come on." He got up from his chair, standing in front of the man who had raised him. "Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So all he had to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common."

"Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter Kara wasn't in Harris's class."

"All right, okay, you're right, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?"

"No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything." Stiles groaned, throwing his hands up.

"Scott, do you believe this?"

"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us. We know it's Matt." His calming voice reassured the Sheriff, but still, he seemed to have doubts. He glanced at me, and I nodded my head.

"Yeah, he took Harris's car, okay? Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims were in Harris's class, that they'd arrest him."

"All right, fine. I'll allow the remote possibility, but give me a motive." We looked at each other, sighing in relief. "I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and its coach dead?"

"Isn't it obvious?" We still didn't know why Matt was doing this, so no. "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years." He shouted before his voice lowered. "Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?" Before Noah could answer back his son, I hit Stiles's arm. "Ouch, what was that for?" He rubbed the placed where I had hit him while glancing at me.

"I'm in the swim team, asshole." I pouted, but then I quickly connected another dot. "That's why he attacked me." Both boys looked at me confused, still trying to understand. "That could be another reason, guys. I'm in the swim team." However, there were other people in the swim team, so why didn't he attack them?

"Attacked you?" Mr. Stilisnki directed at me. He seemed mad. "Okay, what do you want me to do?"

We smiled, sighing in content. "We need to look at the evidence," Scott's voice sounded confident.

"Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work."

"Trust me. They'll let you in."

Sheriff Stilisnki was perplexed due to his son's words. "Trust you?" His fingers pointed at him.

"T-trust Scott?" Sheriff still wasn't convinced. "Trust...Y/N?"

"Y/N I trust." I grinned, feeling better than the other two boys, which made both of them push me a little. Tsk, is that jealousy I smell?

"It's 2:00 in the morning." The Deputy behind the counter gave us a judging look. Sheriff Stilisnki took the three of us to the station in hopes of finding more information, which seemed complicated as he no longer worked there.

"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important."

"We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?" The hazel-eyed boy whispered to Scott and me. "Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one, you remember?" We nodded. The pregnant girl, Jessica.

"Yeah. Since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him."

The Deputy made a gesture with her head. "Thank you. Boys. Y/N." We entered the office, watching the recording from the cameras of the hospital. "I don't know, guys. I mean, look at this. There was a six-car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed."

"All right, just keep going. Look, he had to have passed one of the cameras on that floor to get to Jessica, okay? He's gotta be on the footage somewhere."

"Oh, hold on, stop! Did you see that? Scroll back." I hurriedly pointed to the camera.

"That's him! That's Matt!"

"All I see is the back of someone's head." Mr. Stilisnki glanced at us over his shoulder.

"Matt's head, yeah. I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird." A disgusting expression decorated his face. But it couldn't surpass Noah's face, realizing how weird his son was. "All right, fine, then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?"

"Millions, literally."

"Okay, can we scroll forward? There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras."

"Right there! Stop, stop! See, there he is again."

"You mean there's the back of his head again."

"Okay, but look. He's talking to someone."

"He's talking to my mom." He took his phone out, calling Melissa who was working. After sending her a picture of Matt, she affirmed recognizing him. She had stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall.

Noah rapidly grabbed some files. "We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site."

"And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders. The trailer, the hospital, and the rave." Stiles added.

"Actually, four. A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."

"When?"

"A couple hours before you got there."

"All right, dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?"

"Four's enough for a warrant." We sighed in relief. "Scott, call your mom back, see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant. Y/N, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here."

"On it!" I quickly hurried. When I arrived at the front desk, there was nobody. "Hello?" I glance down. The Deputy was lying on the floor, wide eyes, blood covering all of her chest. Then, I noticed that her gun was missing. I heard a click, turning around. Matt was there, the gun pointing to the space between my eyes.

He turned my body around, now pointing the gun to the back of my head. "Walk." We both started walking towards Noah's office.

Stiles was the first one to notice me, his eyes shaking. He was going to take a step forward when his father stopped him. "Matt?" Noah showed him his empty unarmed hands. "It's Matt, right? Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

"You know, it's funny you say that because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are." The barrel of the gun was pressed tighter against my head as he talked.

"I know you don't wanna hurt people."

"Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You three weren't on my list," The gun he was holding hit the back of my scalp, making me hiss. "She was, Y/N McCall. If it wasn't for her, everything would have gone perfectly. But she HAD to be there, at the video store, fucking everything up." He sighed, pushing me forward. Stiles grabbed me, checking my face quickly, touching the back of my head to make sure that I didn't have any wound. "But I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialling somebody on your cell phone like McCall is doing. T-that could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone. Now!"

Matt made Stiles handcuff his father, then he took us with him. On the corridor, three officers were on the ground, lifeless. "What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?" Scott asked.

"No, that's what Jackson's for. I just think about killing them, and he does it." He smirked.

Now, we were destroying all the files that conducted to him being a murderer. "Deleted. And we're done. All right, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first, whatever that means, I think we're good here, right? So I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima."

We saw a light, followed by the sound of a car. "Sounds like your mom's here, McCall."

"Matt, don't do this. When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt."

"If you don't move now. I'm gonna kill Stiles first, and then your mom. And then," He smirked. "I'm going to kill her. Because thanks to Y/N the Kanima isn't as strong as it could be. That night, if Jackson would have been the only one getting scratched, all of this wouldn't have happened. You guys would probably be dead." His rage was directed towards me. "But this bitch had to go inside the video store, and fuck everything up."

"And I will fuck everything up again if you touch anyo-" Stiles gripped my arm, begging me to calm down.

To our surprise, it wasn't Melissa. It was Derek. But he was paralyzed as soon as he came inside, falling to the floor, and letting us see Jackson behind him. "This is the one controlling him? This kid?" I tried not to chuckle.

"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Oh, yeah, that's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas. It's like a fucking Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"

"Abominable snowman," I whispered his name, trying to let him know that it wasn't the time to be sarcastic. "But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal."

Matt didn't like Stiles's comment. Jackson scratched his neck, paralyzing him. His body fell on top of Derek. "You bitch."

"Get him off of me."

"Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must kinda suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

"Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."

Again, we heard a car. This time, it was Melissa. Scott went out with Matt, the next thing we knew, we heard a gunshot. I stayed on the floor, next to Stiles and Derek. Jackson's eyes fixed on me, smirking. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to end all of this.

A couple of minutes later, Matt came back to the room. My eyes focused on Scott, seeing the blood on his shirt. I walked up to him, examining his face for any type of signal that would let me know that he was healing. He just side-hugged me, keeping me away from his injury. "Is Melissa okay?" I whispered.

He nodded, glaring at Matt. "The evidence is gone. Why don't you just go?"

"Y-you think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no, I-I want the book." We both were confused. Matt groaned, getting madder. "The bestiary. Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."

"I don't have it. It's Gerard's. What do you want it for, anyway?"

"I need answers." He used the back of his mouth to clean the visible sweat around his mouth.

"Answers to what?"

"To this." He lifted his shirt. His right side was the same colour as the Kanima, scales all over it, and it seemed to palpitate. It looked like that thing had its own life. "I'm tired of this," He grabbed Scott's shirt roughly. "Come with me. Jackson, keep an eye on those two," His glare went to me. "And her."

I sat down again, next to both boys while Jackson kept guard of the room so nobody would go inside or outside.

"Hey. You know what's happening to Matt?" Stiles whispered.

"I know the book's not gonna help him. You can't just break the rules, not like this."

"What do you mean?" I asked, keeping my eyes on Jackson.

"Universe balances things out. Always does." He panted. "He is using Jackson to kill people, and killing people himself." I stared at Derek, waiting for him to continue. "Balance."

"Wait," Stiles intervened. "So he becomes the Kanima? Derek nodded. We needed to stop him. We needed to tell him. I glance around the room, seeing my backpack on the floor. "Oh no," I heard Stilinski muttering. "What are you thinking of, McCall?" He tried to move his head to glance at me. "Don't do anything stupid, please. You are the one who told me that when I confronted Peter Hale."

"Did you listen to me, Stiles?" I asked in a hushed voice, crawling to my bag, rummaging through it until I grabbed the object that I was searching for. Pepper spray.

He groaned. "No, I didn't." I slowly got up from the ground, without making any sound. "You aren't going to listen, right?"

"Hey, Jackson," His head snapped to me, eyes shining. "Beautiful eyes." I rapidly used pepper spray. Jackson groaned, kneeling on the ground, and aggressively rubbing his eyes. I threw the spray back to the boys. "He will come to get me. I need to help Scott. Use the spray if you need it!" And even though Derek Hale told me not to do anything absurd, I continued running.

However, the power in the entire station turned off. "Fuck," I muttered. The sound of guns being shot scared the shit out of me, but I had to find Scott. I crawled on the floor, hands covering my head as the windows were being broken by the bullets. Then, when the shots seemed to stop, I got up and ran.

"Shit," My heart almost came out of my chest when I saw Allison. I felt fear because something bad could happen to her, then I felt relieved because we were worried about her as we hadn't seen her at the end of the party. And again, I felt terrified when I saw her face. A numb expression decorating her features while she had a hard grip on her crossbow. "What are you doing here?"

"Where's Derek? She avoided my question, answering with her own. "Where's Derek?!" Her eyes were teary.

"An answer for an answer," I replied. "What the heck are you doing here? You need to get the hell out of here." I looked around, deciding to whisper. "Allison, this is dangerous."

"I'm going to kill Derek Hale because he killed my mom." She spat. "And I will kill anyone who gets on my way."

"Bitch," I mumbled. "Derek Hale saved our asses a million times. Yeah, he probably isn't the best at communication, but when I say our asses, I also mean yours." I scowled. "Your mom," I smirked. "A huge bitch she is. Well, she was." Allison threw a punch at me, but I surprisingly dodged it, something you would only expect in films or books. "She deserves all that she got. She went to the hospital to get information from Mellisa." She glanced at the ground while I continued. "She deserved all that she got. Do you know why? Because she tried to kill Scott." She was in denial, but she knew because her family was deranged. "She tried to kill your boyfriend, Allison. She tried to kill my brother." I firmly stated.

"Shut up!" Next thing I knew, there was an arrow piercing my stomach. The arrow was exactly in the middle. I stared at it, and the blood coming out, although no words were coming out of my mouth as I stared at her. "Oh my, I-I didn't mean to-" I fell to the ground, thankfully on my back so the arrow wouldn't get more stuck in my abdomen. Allison was also interrupted when the Kanima appeared, paralyzing her. Then, it was Matt's turn to make an appearance.

"You should've given me a chance. Because remember how I said I'm not the kind of guy who would say something like: 'well if I can't have her, no one can.' It's not totally true because, Allison, if I can't have you, no one can!" He screamed. "Thank you for finding this slut," He kneeled next to me, brushing my hair. "Pepper spray, uh?"

"If I could," I gasped for air. "I would fucking k-kill you right now."

"Yeah," He laughed hysterically. "But I think you are dying first. Should we show momma McCall, Scott, and Stiles how stunningly beautiful you look as the blood leaves your body?" This dude was sick, utterly sick. "Yeah, let's show them." The hand that was caressing my hair clutched it forcefully, dragging me by my hair through all the rooms in the station. I lost consciousness.

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[mxltifandom-imagines]

Scott: “Where the hell did you come from?” Stiles: “I was with (Y/N), until you needed me here.” Scott: “You were doing something stupid again, weren’t you? Put away that grin!” Stiles: “We weren’t! I mean, not really!” Scott: “If we get in trouble because of the both of you, I’m gonna be so mad!”

requested by anon.

[berrieluv]

if worlds collide and spencer reid and stiles stilinski meet each other,

do you think they would be friends?

[sophia1644]

Downpour

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: angst to the damn max, both of you guys crying and being absolutely devastated bc u lost each other ;((((( , but don’t worry it’s a v happy ending aka smutty towards the end

Summary: Y/N loves Stiles Stilinski dearly and can’t believe she let her soulmate slip through her fingers so easily. Luckily, Stiles comes to the same realization, both of them not letting the downpour hinder their love.

Word Count: 1.4k 

A/N: yayayyayayay, I really like this I was listening to this song on repeat. omfg it’s so good idk I love her voice and the vibes. Like I feel like I should be in a quaint coffee shop sipping a latte in a cozy sweater with my boyfriend. Don’t forget to comment if you like this ;) it’s much appreciated bc I love feedback!! It makes my day!!!

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I sit down at the wooden bench to my bay window, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders and snuggling deeper into the crimson flannel that still vaguely smelt of him. I hug my mug full of hot cocoa closer to my chest, warmth radiating to my fingertips as I look out the window. Rain falls down, wetting the pavement and turning everything a darker shade while a peaceful, rhythmic sound taps against the glass pane.

I wish that he was here, but I push that thought aside, knowing that he wasn’t mine anymore. A tear slips down my cheek and I’m quick to brush it away with the heel of my hand, taking in a deep breath and exhaling it through my nose.

“It’s over,” is all that keeps replaying in my head on repeat. The way his face morphed from anger to disbelief to sadness within a second after the brash words fell from my lips, fueled by anger and not truth. The way I slammed the door as I ran out of his house, keys in hand and tears brimming my eyes. And the way I didn’t turn back. And how I haven’t answered anyone’s calls or texts for at least a week now, including his.

“I’m such an idiot,” I mutter, more tears threatening and proceeding to fall down my cheeks. I can’t believe that that is how I ended things with the person I truly believed- still believe, is my soulmate.

One argument that went too far, ending with anger-filled words that we would never use with clear state of mind. Words that we would never use in any circumstance towards each other, but still managed to slip past our lips.

I set the cracked blue mug aside, wrapping my arms around my knees and tugging them closer, placing my chin atop as tears continue streaming down my face with no sign of stopping.

How the hell could I let him go? Just, how?

My phone buzzes. I don’t even bother glancing toward the bright screen, knowing that it’s probably just another pointless text that’ll be ignored.

But, the device buzzes again, and again, and again, countless times, for minutes on end. I pick it up, preparing to go to my settings to turn off all notifications, but my fingers stop moving, my whole body convulsing as I weep harder. I forgot that my lock screen was a picture of Stiles and I laughing together, mid-kiss, not to mention the notification that I have 29 missed calls from him.

I click on one of the voicemails, immediately regretting it as the familiar sound of his voice echoes around my room, but with a noticeable flaw. I can tell he’s been crying as his voice breaks at certain syllables, his state of utter sadness similar to mine.

“Love, please j-just pick up the pho-phone, so tha-that we can tal-lk it out.”

But, isn’t he better without me? It’s clear that I’m a fuck up from losing him in the first place and I’m also the reason that this preciously perfect boy is crying. So, how could he not be better off without me?

The harsh truth was that Mieczyslaw Stilisnki didn’t need me, and that hurt. More than I’d like to admit honestly.

“Y/N, I’m be-begging you. Pl-lease, I ne-eed you to pick up.”

“You haven’t and-answered anyone. Not even Ly-Lydia. At this point, I jus-just need to make sure you’re ok-okay. Bec-cause if you’re not, god, love, pl-please I can’t do this. Pi-ick up.”

“Fuck it, Y/N, I’m co-coming over. I can’t t-take this anymore.”

By some act of the gods, I glance out the window again and there he is. Roscoe is parked on the street, Stiles sitting in the drivers seat, tapping his fingers against the wheel, one of his nervous ticks.

His warm brown eyes dart up to my window, an expression of relief flooding his features. He raised his phone in my vision, pointing frantically at it. I look down at my own to see his profile picture fill my screen, a phone call coming from him.

I tentatively grasp my phone in my hands, the button to answer tempting me. I look back out the window to see Stiles looking back at me with desperation, biting his bottom lip.

The sight of him pushes me over the edge, my instincts picking up the call and raising the phone to my ear.

“Thank god,” he says exasperatedly. “I’m sorry. Okay? I’m so so-sorry for everythi-thing it’s all my fa-fault. I take it all bac-ck. Just pl-please come back to me, Y/N. I can’t, I can’t do this with-without you, love.”

Teardrops that were previously balancing on my bottom lash line fall with Stiles’ rushed slur of words. 

“Y/N? Please say som-something, any-nything,” he sighs breathlessly, resting his head against the steering wheel to his blue jeep, lines creasing his forehead as his brows pull down, looking up at me still.

“I’ll be down in a sec, a second,” I manage to say in coherent words, standing up and walking down the hall, slipping on a pair of shoes and braving the downpour outside.

I run to the passenger’s side door, tugging open the door and quickly sitting down, already feeling drenched from head to toe.

The vehicle stays silent for multiple seconds as we both stare dead ahead, neither of us sure where to begin. Stiles ends up breaking the silence, both of us turning towards each other at the same time as he takes in a sharp breath. He reaches out to latch his hand into mine, and I allow him, feeling at home in his touch.

“I shouldn’t have let that fight gone that far,” he apologizes, reaching up and tucking a strand of my unruly hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my cheek. He looks down, mumbling a profanity under his breath.

“No, don’t blame yo-yourself,” I counter, grasping his chin and guiding his eyes back up to my own. “It’s my fault more than yours, Stiles.”

“No, no, it’s not your fa-ault. You’re not all-allowed to say that either,” he hurriedly argues, shaking his head, his nose bumping into mine due to how close we managed to get.

“Then, it’s neither of our faults,” I conclude, my hand traveling to the back of his neck and playing with the short hairs there. He nods, parting his lips and his eyes darting to mine.

“Can we make a vow to never fight again?” He murmurs softly, wiping away the tears littered across my cheeks.

“Please. I hated being away from you,” I reply, my other hand resting on his black sweatshirt-clad chest.

“Why didn’t you answer any of my calls?” Stiles asks, his brows furrowing. 

“I thought you were better off without me,” I confess, pulling my lip in between my teeth.

His eyes widen and he kisses me suddenly, with no warning, our lips pressing with an intensity that neither of us were prepared for. I pull back in surprise and he quickly explains himself. “Y/N, I’m literally nothing without you. How could I be better off without my other half?”

I smile fondly at him, the remnants of tears on both of our faces not reflecting the immense happiness between us at the moment. I swiftly throw my leg over his, straddling him carefully as to not hit the ceiling or the wheel.

I laugh as he smirks cheekily at me, feeling the curve of his smile still as I kiss him. The kisses become more intense, the eagerness from both of us growing. He feverishly pulls me by the waist closer to minimize any distance between his body and mine.

His mouth starts trailing hot kisses down my jawline, then my neck, blowing cool air over it, making me squirm slightly. Stiles starts unbuttoning his flannel currently worn by me, a small smile forming now that the realization that I’m wearing his clothes hits him.

He peers out the window for a moment, tossing the flannel behind his shoulder to the back seat. “It sure is raining out there, huh?” He jokes, trying to annoy me.

“Stiles, we’re kind of in the middle of something here.”

“Oh, yeah, that. The fact that my beautiful as hell girlfriend is making out with me in my jeep didn’t slip my mind whatsoever.”

“Just kiss me, dork.”

[gyllenbaabe]

Dating Malia Tate would include:

( gif not mine- credits to owner!)

- finding Malia curled up on the couch sleeping like she would in her coyote form

- it would take a lot of easing

- sometimes she would bite random things which would take A LOT of scolding

- teaching her tricky subjects she couldn't handle

- lots of sleepovers

- Malia being the dominant one but occasionally switch if you both decide on that

- Malia being INCREDIBLY overprotective

- helping her with her driving and fear of cars from the accident

- being her anchor

- standing up for each other

- wearing each others clothes

- She gets giddy around you and all jumpy which is super cute

- lots of cuddling

- lots of basic questions

- explaining how it's alright to be scared

- sharing each others locker

- lots of jealous Malia

- teaching her a lot of things

- explaining, explaining and explaining

[fluffyximagines]

Feels Like Home

(Teen Wolf) Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: You and Stiles celebrate your 6 month anniversary, and he asks you an important question.

Word Count: 981

Y/N= Your Name

A/N: So this is my first one, I hope you like it and I hope to write more soon. I would appreciate any feedback. Thanks.

Masterlist

“Babe please just tell me where we are going” you whined as you sat in the passenger seat of your boyfriend’s jeep.

“I told you it’s a surprise” Stiles smiled as he put his hand on your thigh. You loved when he did this, just that simple touch made you feel warm inside, made you feel safe and happy. You leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek as he continued to drive his beloved blue jeep.

You sat back in your seat and closed your eyes, quietly humming along to the music on the radio. You loved this, just you and Stiles driving around with the radio on, it’s one of the places you felt happiest, in this jeep, with Stiles, you felt safe and warm and happy, things that are easy to lose out in the real world. You couldn’t help but smile. Every now and then you would hear Stiles start to hum to the music, and sometimes he would even start to sing along. This just made you smile even more. 

You opened your eyes as you heard the jeep coming to a stop. A smile came to your face as you recognised the place, “Our place” you whispered mostly to yourself. Stiles must have heard you because he leaned in and gave you a soft peck on the lips. His lips, you could kiss them all day, just the feeling you got when your lips touched, moments like this, you felt safe and warm and happy. “I love you y/n” he whispered. “I love you too Stiles” you said back, and you sure did mean it.

You and Stiles had come here for your first date. That was the night you had your first kiss. It was also the night you officially started dating. That was about 6 months ago, and to think of everything you have been through since then, with all the supernatural business in town. You are so lucky to have Stiles with you. 

You and Stiles walked hand in hand to the small clearing in the woods. When you got there, Stiles set up a small picnic, he really was amazing, he had thought of everything. He set up a picnic blanket and pulled out some food he had prepared. 

The two of you laughed and talked while you snacked on the food Stiles had made, ham and cheese sandwiches with chocolate covered strawberries for dessert, your favorites. 

You were so grateful for everything he has done to make today special, especially with all the drama going on lately. You loved how he always knew exactly how to make you feel better and he never failed to make you feel special. This was one of the many reasons you loved Stiles Stilinski.

“Happy 6 month anniversary babe” he said as he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. Oh shit, you had forgotten that today was 6 months since you and Stiles had started dating. He had gone to so much effort to make today special and you didn’t even remember it.

“Stiles you know I don’t celebrate these things, we agreed we would wait until a year” you pleaded, hoping he would accept this. You were telling the truth, you normally didn’t count anniversaries in months, but you also didn’t want him to know that you had forgotten.

“I know, but so much has been happening lately and I just wanted today to be special” he said grabbing your hand in his. “Plus I wanted to give you this” he said pulling a silver chain out of his pocket. It was a silver necklace with a beautiful little wolf pendant on the end of it. “No matter what happens, I wanted you to remember the past 6 months together, and I thought this was the perfect gift to symbolise the last 6 months” he sweetly said while moving behind you to put the necklace around your neck.

“Stiles, thank you so much it’s beautiful, I love it” you smiled. “I love you” you turned to look into his amazing caramel eyes. Those eyes, they were the kind of eyes you could get lost in, you have many times. When looking into Stiles eyes, it was easy to forget the outside world, all the stuff the two of you have been going through, all the supernatural dangers. Looking into Stiles eyes you could only see good, and you saw the future the two of you had. His eyes were warm, they made you feel warm, they made you feel safe and happy.

“No matter what happens in this town y/n, I will always love you and I will never let anything happen to you” he said cupping your face and placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Next year when we go away to college I don’t want to have to be without you, you are my home, move in with me? I don’t care what city we are in as long as I am with you”.

“yes yes yes” you cried, a little too loudly, while tackling him in a bear hug. You couldn’t wait for next year; you have never been so sure about something as much as you were sure that you wanted to be with Stiles.

He laughed and pulled you into his arms. His arms, you loved when he held you tightly. You felt safe in Stiles’ arms, safe from everything in the outside world. Like you were in your own little bubble. A bubble where you were safe and warm and happy. Stiles’ arms felt like home. After all, isn’t that what home is? A place where you feel safe and warm and happy. Stiles made you feel all those things. That’s when you realised, no matter what happens, as long as you have Stiles, you will be ok. Stiles is your home.