#stiles went through two much

[casually-eat-my-soul]

There is no way that the body the nogistune spat out for stiles was human. Even though the nogistune possessed humans it has no idea what a human body needs or how it properly works. Maybe the body is just a little to human to the point it creepy (uncanny valley). Plus it’s a trickster and chaos demon, there is now way it gave stiles a perfect human body back. For one last trick against stiles, maybe it did something.

For like angst it probably made him sick

For other reason he can get pregnant

It’s not up to me 🤷🏻‍♀️

[daintylovers]

imagine moving to beacon hills around season one. right around the same time, allison moves in. it's nice not being the only new girl, so you two quickly become friends.

imagine meeting lydia for the first time. it happens in your fourth class of the day, you two are assigned to be partners for the semester. albeit, at first she isn't thrilled, but once she gives you a chance, everything changes. she's found someone like-minded for once in this small town. someone as intelligent, yet fashionable as her. she thinks for a quick second, if she liked girls, she would love you.

imagine seeing stiles for the first time. seeing- not meeting, because the boy can only gawk at you from across the hall. it's definitely weird and a little unsettling at first, but it's nice to be admired? right?

imagine finally talking to the poor boy for the first time. it had to be you who spoke first, his brain going a mile a minute. it happens a few days later, when lab partners are assigned. stiles almost faints when he hears your names paired together. scott has to be the one to push him out of his seat. it feels kind of how you imagine bella felt when edward and her first meet, awkward and stiff. does he not like you? maybe that's why he was always staring, it wasn't in fantasy, but with disgust. not being one to dwell on whether someone likes you or not, you push through, introducing yourself with a raised out hand. stiles is quick to latch on, spewing out his full government name. then once he catches the confusion on your face, he tells you that you could call him stiles.

imagine going to lydias house party, that very night. running into all your newfound friends, dancing and drinking a little. then seeing your shy new lab partner chasing after his drunk friend. but also allison chasing after the drunk friend. whats his name again? shawn? smith? stiles? no- wait stiles is yours. scott! its scott. but by the time you have that revelation, the three are already outside. so you watch as allison gets into some random car and stiles stands are dumbfounded. scott has seemingly disappeared, and there's an unease building in your chest. who was that guy with allison? stiles, sensing someone behind him, turns around to face the one person he doesn't want to see at the moment. not because he doesn't like you, but because he is pretty sure his best friend is a freaking werewolf.

imagine asking him if he knew who allison got in the car with, and getting an unsavory response. great, your new friend might get murdered and tossed into the woods tonight. the alcohol is catching up to you rather quickly, and the worry is only increasing. stiles starts to make a move to his car, eager to see if scott went back home when you wrap a hand around his upper arm. it's not harsh or anything, so he doesn't flinch, but he is confused. you ask him if he will give you a ride to allisons, because you guys live close together and you want to make sure she gets home safe. stiles immediately says yes, but tells you he has to make a quick stop at scotts. something about possible alcohol poisoning or something, which makes your head spin. oh fuck, what if you have that?

imagine being told to wait in the car as stiles goes into scotts house. the boy is very persistent as you try to help him out. he offers to get you fries from the local drive-through if you just please stay in the car. that gets you to comply, so you're left staring out the window. it doesn't take long for stiles to come running out of the house and speeding down the street. you don't even have to ask because he tells you that allison went home with this guy derek who is very very evil. you never get those fries. but the good news is that allison is alive!

imagine stiles walking you to your door because you and allison really do live right next to each other. you guys don't say much, the adrenaline rush already crashing. you guys are about to part ways when you stop him and ask for his number. he seems like a nice guy and you joke about how you'll harass him until he gets you those fries. his heart does cartwheels as you exchange digits, and makes a mental note to kill scott. in a perfect world, you two would have managed to spend the whole night together, but scotts newfound supernatural abilities are already infiltrating stiles life.

imagine waking up the next morning with a pounding headache and a text from stiles telling you to get dressed cause he is coming over in fifteen minutes. it has you smiling like a child and it feels so goddamn good. maybe this kid will be cooler than you imagined. he pulls into your driveway and you open the door to see him with iced vanilla lattes and Mcdonald's french fries. this guy might just be an angel. you let him in and for the rest of the morning, you guys eat and talk about nothing while lounging around your room.

[mysticallystilinski]

hey hey love! it would be super cool if you wanted to bless us mere peasants with some angsty stiles? i was thinking like you guys get in a fight and after it's over he like.... desperately needs to make up for it. i love you doll!!!!

MAKE UP OR BREAK UP

a stiles stilinski x fem!reader fic

— ౨ৎ masterlist

synopsis - problems are consistent throughout your relationship with stiles. what happens when you hit your breaking point.. and he wants to make it up to you?

CW ! 18 + SMUT ( fingering, oral intercourse [f!recieving], slightly toxic stiles, completely out of character lydia )

lav speaks.. hii lovey! i hope you enjoy this, i really wish i wrote more angst but i’m hoping to make a part 2 soon ;)

lydia.

it has always been stiles pining over lydia, until of course you showed up in the picture. you knew about stiles obsession, and how it stopped after you two got together. learning that lydia had feelings for him had bothered you since the beginning, but what could you do about it.

the touching, the flirting, but most importantly the looks. it was never stiles, always lydia. since you and stiles were more of a lowkey couple, she hadn’t known much about your relationship. only thinking it was a fling, that it would never last, she wanted to shoot her shot.

after a lacrosse game, you headed over to stiles, but lydia beat you there. placing her hand on his arm, she was gazing up at him with a seductive look. you heard the whispers of congratulation, and the way she praised your boyfriend.

it angered something in you.

slowly approaching them on the field, stiles noticed you right away. he turned away from lydia, and walked the distance to close the gap between you guys. he placed his helmet, and stick on the turf in a quick movement. a light smile brushed his face, then quickly was removed when seeing your expression.

“baby, what’s wrong?”, stiles spoke softly, placing his sweaty palm upon your cheek. you shunned your head away, practically giving him the silent treatment. your relationship was healthy, except for the way stiles dealt with lydia; or the lack of how he pushed her away.

tears welled up in your eyes, “stiles, i just can’t do this anymore.” as soon as you spoke those words, droplets fell onto your head. it started to rain, and everyone else started to leave. you wanted to stay, wanted to get an explanation, an answer.

the rain came down as fast as it possibly could, mixing the tears and precipitation together down your cheeks. stiles was in awe; not knowing what to possibly say to that. he took a step forward, you took one back.

“is this about lydia?”, he questioned. “of course it’s about lydia”, you scoffed in response. his response was out of the ordinary, “i don’t get why you have such a problem with it. lydia and i have been friends for years.”

“sti — you know it’s not like that. it’s the way she looks at you, the way she flirts with you.”

he practically laughed right at you, “you’re kidding right? she doesn’t like me like that.” you laughed back at him, not understanding his point of view. “stiles, she obviously does, how can you not see it?”.

you were getting soaking wet, the rain was making you way too cold. stiles looked beautiful in it, but you couldn’t focus on that fact when he wouldn’t understand your feelings.

stiles stood there, no response, thinking of something to say. it was like he was in slight shock, but slightly happy about it. feelings that lingered for years just don’t go away once you meet someone new.

“yeah, i’m just gonna head inside if you’re not gonna say anything. i’m tired of you defending her like she’s your girlfriend. reality check, i’m your girlfriend, not her stiles.”

you take a step away from stiles, making your way across the field. you felt his presence stay in the exact same place without having to even look back. you headed through the rain, no jacket, no boyfriend with you, and going into the dimly lit school.

heading to the locker room, you went to stiles locker to grab your spare jacket. you couldn’t handle the rain anymore as it was beating down too hard, and you didn’t have a ride home. the least you should have is your jacket.

nobody else was in the large locker room, completely vacant but yourself. when you heard the door open, you immediately knew it was stiles. “y/n, are you in here?”, he asked. your breathing fell silent as you saw him round the corner, and his face slightly contort as he saw you by his locker.

“why are you at my locker?”, he asked in a semi-harsh tone. “oh don’t you worry sti — i’m grabbing my jacket to walk home.” stiles face went from a type of anger, to compassion. “what do you mean walking home? i thought i’m taking you home.”

you laughed, turning to face stiles, gym shoes squeaking from your position. “really, you think i’m grabbing a ride with you? i’m okay. go take lydia home”, you giggled. within a snap, stiles headed from the other side of the room towards you, and placed his wet lips onto yours.

you gasped in surprise, not expecting stiles to kiss you. he reluctantly pulled back, “what don’t you get? i want you, not lydia.” stiles hand caressed your cheek, pulling your chin up to face his eyes.

the silence in the room was deadly, but so was the lust. you felt yourself ache for him, especially after he confessed to only wanting you. it wasn’t unlike stiles to profess his love, but each time it got you more turned on. he turned your head to the side forcefully, and proceeded to place kisses on the surrounding area.

between each kiss he groaned, “let me make it up to you baby, let me prove it to you.” quickly nodding, stiles took that as a sign to make hickies down your neckline. sucking, and slightly biting down, he caused you to moan out in pleasure.

you felt his smirk through his lips on your skin. each kiss on your body was passionate, and filled with a sort of energy. stiles motioned for you to life up your arms, as you did he lifted your shirt above your head. giggling, you went in to kiss stiles, but he pushed you back against the locker once again.

“baby — i said let me make it up to you. i want to make you feel good.”

you practically came in your pants from his tone and mix of words. you tugged at the hem of his jersey, slowly pulling it off to show his glistening wet body. running your fingers across his torso, he smirked at your expression. he tugged off his own lacrosse shorts, only to be left in his tight boxers. a visible imprint was seen, completely covered but revealing to the imagination.

in response, you grabbed the waistband of your shorts, and slowly pulled them down in a seductive way. you heard stiles whine at your action, proving his loyalty to you. bra and panties, that’s all you were left in.

“let me just remove this, and take this to the shower”, stiles smirked while taking off your bra and panties, plus pointing from himself to you. “sti –”, you protested as his boxers weren’t pulled down yet. he took that as a sign to remove them, discarding them with the rest of the clothes on the bench.

without waiting for him, you headed to the private part of the showers. turning on the water, you placed it on a hot setting, just enough for the locker room to get steamy. stiles made his way towards you, eyeing you up and down as he did. “mm’ you look so good”, he groaned, lacing his fingers in the back of your hair and pulling you closer.

interlocking lips, stiles was rough. he wanted to fuck you to prove his loyalty, and especially his attraction. his tongue made his way into your mouth, just as his hand made it’s way to cup your ass. you gasped, giving him easy access to your mouth.

he kneaded his fingers into your soft skin, placing rubs up and down your back. without ever staying apart, stiles led you to the bench in the shower. he sat you down, and went down onto his knees. just him in that position made you even more wet. he was all ready just for you.

“i’m gonna show you how much i need you baby”, he spoke in a hush. before you could reply, he spread your legs apart and slowly licked a stripe up your folds. a shiver was occurring in you as he began to suck slowly on your clit.

immediately, your fingers locked in his hair. pulling and tugging as hard as you wanted made him whimper into the depths of the act. the vibrations caused your legs to begin to shake. “sti – this feels so good.”

without a verbal response, stiles moaned. you knew he enjoyed it just as much; if not more than you did. he was vocal to say the least, lapping and sucking at your soaking cunt. with each movement, bliss fell into your lap.

the stimulation was always too much with him, his tongue worked too many wonders. without an ask, he placed a single digit into you, slowly pulsing it in and out.

a gasp left your wet lips, not expecting him to go even further than he already had. that urged him to placed another finger into your heat, making a sloppy sound fueling him to the max. 2 of his fingers, deep inside you, filling you to the brim was enough for tears to stain your cheeks once again.

the mixture of him sucking, plus the deep penetration was magic. “i can’t take it anymore, i’m gonna come”, you spilled in a whine. stiles sped up his motions, causing your body to tense. your chest began to rise, and fall in a timely manner. his doe eyes looked up at you, causing the pit in your stomach to finally break.

juices spilt out of you quickly into his mouth, and all over the surrounding parts of his face. he lapped up your release to the best of his ability, trying not to leave any to waste. “you did so good princess”, stiles smirked, slowly licking the juices off his lips.

your legs closed from habit, but stiles opened them once again. “aha’ i’m not done yet”, he whispered getting closer to your face. “stiles, i don’t think i can take anymore.” the harsh reality hit you.

“well, i’m not done making it up to you just yet.”

— ᡣ𐭩 LAV

[lucky-punk-lemonade]

Nothing to Lose

| Did you ever realize how far apart you and Stiles grew, even as you spent hours together? [Established relationship; smut MDNI 18+; oral (fem receiving)] Classic overworked loser boyfriend! (canon) Stiles Stilinski

This work belongs to me, lucky-punk-lemonade (Minte_Condition on AO3). I do not give anyone permission to distribute or share my work without consent.

You’ve always trusted Stiles to know his limits. Never badgered him if he wanted to stay up into the early morning hours researching niche supernatural events or when he’d say he survived off of microwave dinners and PB&J's and hasn’t drank water in a few days. Of course, he loved it when you sternly told him that wasn’t healthy, that he should get more sleep or get up to get a cup of water. He loved that about you. Seeing you cared when it mattered.

It started when you took his hand in yours and brought it up to your mouth. Pressing small kisses to each of his knuckles, punctuating words he wasn’t listening to. “Stiles?” You frowned, giving up on the conversation.

“Hm?” He’d blink as if his eyelids were sticking together; slow, fazed and distracted.

“You’re not listening,” you’d said, kissing his fingertips.

“M’listening. I was…” he tested bending his fingers, smiling when your lips followed. “I was…”

You could hear the thought die in his throat, the remnants leaving in the form of a small moan as you take his ring finger between your lips.

“Let me make it up to you.”

Then he was resting his cheek against your inner thigh, eyes already glazing over and eyebrows knitted dramatically. An overwhelmed and weak expression. When you had told him you liked it when he looked like that, you suspected he started looking at you with those half-lidded eyes and slightly-parted mouth more often. Whatever makes you happy.

When he spoke in a needy whisper, his voice took on a gravelly static. His ‘M’s and ‘S’s slurring and spilling over into the next word after it. He lost the sense to enunciate words or put much work into the praises and instead focused his efforts into watching your face and sliding his fingers between your legs and letting out a deep exhale, something about how wet you are leaving with it.

It’s been a while for sure. Since you’ve had time for each other. Since you got time alone, really. Consumed by school, work, and helping the pack. You’d joked that the pack couldn’t survive without two humans, he laughed, and you both went back to work. It was comfortable. You hadn’t realized how badly you needed to just be with him until he’d coincidentally sat next to you in the bed for a small break. Reading through the notes you’d both taken, switching the notebook between backpacks every research session, you leaned into him.

Now, he was looking up at you from between your legs, almost cross-eyed at the slick covering his thumb. And when his head dipped down, ready to coat his mouth in you, he knew your mouth would fall open. He knew it did something to you, the boldness of his eye contact while he did something like this, lapping at you, hands holding your thighs down, and humming into you every so often as if he wanted this as much as you did. As your head lolled back, he smiled against you and reached up to hold your hand. He gently guided your hand to the top of his head, his moan vibrating against you as your nails scratch softly at his scalp. He lifts his head and gives you a crooked grin. His lips are wet and his eyes almost sparkle as his voice comes out cracking in need. “M’listening now, sweetheart.”

Before you could answer, his head dipped back down, sucking softly as your hands tighten in his hair. Stiles was indulgent. In his research, mostly, losing track of time and awareness of his own needs. He was often dehydrated, tired, and hungry, making you out to be his guardian angel every time you came over to remind him. He said his ADHD gave him an addictive personality, or his father’s genes. At the very least, he was obsessive. It was useful in research, but you never imagined how advantageous it’d be if he set his sights on you.

He grinned against you and pulled away again, impatient to get his words out. Your eyes fluttered seeing him lick his lips and the words that come out are barely heard, “Missed you.”

The sight makes your heart flutter. His awkward smile because he’d stopped to tell you. His chin was still shiny, and he licked his lips again, enunciating for the first time since you’d kissed his neck,

“I missed you, honey. Am I makin’ it up to you?”

[kitchenisking]

Sterek Fic Rec

Second night of chunnuka!

As it Should Be by KuroKitty (HaleYes) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7,240, sterek)

Stiles comes home from his 18th birthday party at the bowling alley to find a surprise waiting for him in his room.

Or, the one where Derek has no chill.

Daddy. by Krose_16 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,430, sterek)

Stiles smells like someone else. A certain alpha doesn't like it.

Daddy's Boy by Snare - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,822, sterek)

Stiles has been blushing around him all week, sputtering and cheeks going red. It’s only after a pack meeting when Derek finally sees the soft pink lace peaking out from under his waistband.

you're still you by EvanesDust - (Rating: T, Words: 7,292, sterek)

[excerpt] Stiles takes a deep breath and follows the pull of their bond to the kitchen. He stops short when he sees Derek sitting at the table. His brows are furrowed with worry and his eyes are closed. But that’s not what makes Stiles’s heart skips a beat.

No, it’s the fact that Derek, his thirty-two-year-old husband, looks half his age now. As in literally half his age. There’s no way that the man sitting in front of him is older than sixteen.

“What the fuck?” Stiles blurts out, and Derek’s eyes shoot open, the chair clattering back as he stands as if Stiles surprised him. And that just goes to show that something is seriously wrong because Stiles has only ever been able to do that when Derek’s stressed and lost in thought. “What the hell happened?”

…or the murder husbands fic that’s mostly sweet while bby Derek takes care of his pregnant mate.

Neither Here Nor There by FelOllie - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7,083, sterek)

"Yeah." Stiles ran a hand through hair he hadn't washed in days, not since he'd come home from his dad's to find the loft littered with shotgun shells, black blood staining the floor and the heavy scent of wolfsbane cloyingly thick in the air, with Derek nowhere to be found. "We'll get him back. But..."

"What?" Scott asked, crossing the floor to stand before Stiles, lifting a comforting hand to his best friend's shoulder.

Stiles met Scott's eyes, his own orbs glittering with terrified tears. "What if he's just ash by then?"

Bright by thedevilyousay  - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 4,102, sterek)

"The strongest warlock in all the land uses his power to constantly kidnap the princess. Most people believe it’s because he’s in love with her, but they have it all wrong. He’s in love with the knight who always comes to save her."

or

Allison finally lets out all the air that’s been trapped in her lungs to giggle, a noise she quickly tries to cover with her hand. This is all too much though, honestly. Stiles isn’t even dressed, Derek has no idea that the mage only does this to see him, and she suddenly can’t remember if she took the kettle off the fire in Stiles kitchen before walking out here to greet her Knight. She tries to gather herself before she speaks.

Nothing Gory Means No Glory (but baby please don't bore me) by DefNotForWork - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 13,537, sterek)

“I don’t like them touching you,” he rumbled. “I don’t want anyone else touching you.” He leaned forward, and Stiles’ eyes went wide, thinking for one crazy second that the wolf might be leaning in for a kiss. He stood, frozen in place as Derek pressed in close, chest to chest, dragging his nose and then his stubbly cheek against the corner of Stiles’ slack, shocked mouth, down over his jaw and then to his neck. Stiles recognized it as scenting, but damn did it feel like so much more.

Or

Stiles puts himself in the way of a succubus, gets munched on, Derek talks about his feelings, and then they find true love. Not strictly in that order.

At Peace by RisingQueen2 (FallenQueen2) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,801, sterek)

Stiles spies Derek looking adorably soft and can’t help but go to him.

The End is the Beginning by AClosedFicIsNeverRead - (Rating: Mature, Words: 6,496, sterek)

When Chris returned to the living room, rifle in hand, Stiles – God help him – looked so relieved. 

“Thank you,” Stiles sighed. He sat up and closed his eyes, trying to hold himself somewhat still as he waited to die.

Chris clenched his jaw. Raised his rifle. Aimed with tearful eyes. And pulled the trigger. 

- OR - 

The one where Stiles is bitten and left for dead by a rogue Alpha without anyone knowing, becomes increasingly unstable, and asks Chris Argent to put him down. It doesn't go the way he expected it would...

let the tension seep from your bones by To_fill_the_sea - (Rating: Mature, Words: 3,510, sterek)

Derek comes home from tracking a rogue alpha that was encroaching on his territory and threatening his town. When he finally fixes the problem and comes back home he finds Stiles crying in the shower. He then does what he can to soothe and help him.

[miguelschamp]

innocent

pairing: stiles stilinski x fem!reader

summary: after multiple texts from a frantic stiles, you comfort him

warnings: mentions of death

you knew something was wrong.

you left stiles in the library to get some sleep and hadn’t heard much from him since. but when your phone woke you up in the middle of the night and you saw it was a call from stiles, you were worried.

you didn’t get to catch it before it automatically declined, but you saw the multitude of texts he left.

pleading with you to answer. begging you to forgive him for what he did. your brows furrowed as you read through them. you tried calling back, but it would go straight to voicemail.

you rip the covers off of you before tossing on some shoes and taking your phone before heading to your car.

on the drive over to stiles’ house, you automatically assumed the worst. the worst being that he may have cheated.

you guys have been together for two years after being friends for years prior. it never trult dawned on you that it would’ve been way worse than that.

as you pull up to your boyfriend’s house, you see his jeep in his driveway. you turned your car off before exiting and heading to the front door. at first, you knocked. his dad’s car wasn’t there, so you assumed stiles was home alone.

when there was no answer, you look down at your keys in your hand. stiles had given you key to his house a couple months prior. his father scolded him for just giving out keys, but didn’t mind you having one.

you slowly open the door peeking in. “stiles ?” you called out

the house was silent and pitch black. you step in and close the door behind you. you make your way down to stiles’ room like you had many times before. his door was just barely cracked open.

you push it open and see stiles pacing in front of his clear whiteboard.

“stiles ?” you say. the boy looks over quickly. his eyes widening as he stops. “i’m sorry i didn’t answer, i was sleeping. are you okay ?”

it’s silent for a few seconds before he answers, “i’m fine.”

“are you sure ? i saw your texts-“

“you should go, y/n.”

your head jerks back slightly. “what ?”

“you..” he starts, “you need to go, okay ? you shouldn’t be around me right now.”

“stiles, what are you talking about ? you called me.”

“i know. i-“ he sighs before sitting down on his bed. his hands immediately go to his eyes as he leans on his knees. you were very confused as you watched him. you close the door behind you before approaching him slowly.

“stiles.”

“y/n.” he cries looking up at you

you rush over to him sitting beside him on the bed, “what‘s wrong, stiles ?”

you rub his shoulder as tears escape his eyes and cascade down his cheeks. he wipes his cheek as he sniffles.

“donovan.” he mumbles. you wouldn’t have heard him if it wasn’t for how quiet the room was.

“what about him ? did he do something ?” you ask frantically

“no, well,” he hesitates, “yes, but..”

“take your time, stiles.” you say, “i’m here.”

he turns to you. his eyes bloodshot as he looks at you. you don’t think you’ve ever seen his this upset. not since his mother passed. he looks back down at his hands.

“after you woke me up, i stayed for a little while to try and figure everything out for scott. when i was heading out to my car, it wasn’t starting up, so i got out to check under the hood.” he explains

“next thing i know, donovan’s attacking me.” he says with furrowed brows, “he had like, teeth in his hands.” he says holding his hand out, “he grabbed onto my shoulder to pull me back and i screamed.”

“i hit him with the wrench i had in my glove box and ran back into the library. i tried hiding and he caught me. i pushed him off and ran up the ladder. he grabbed at my legs and without thinking i pulled the scaffolding down.”

“when i looked back down, i saw that a beamed went through him.” he says before looking up at him, “he’s dead.”

you could admit that your heart was beating extremely fast. but not because you were scared of stiles. you were even slightly confused as to why he was so scared to tell you. from what you heard, it sounded like it was self defense.

“stiles, he was going to kill you. it was self defense.”

“we’re supposed to be saving these chimeras, not killing them.”

“not when they’re trying to kill us.” you scoffed, “stiles, if you hadn’t fought back, you wouldn’t be talking to me right now.”

he shakes his head, “if scott finds out..”

“if he finds out, you tell him the truth.” you say, “you’ve been friends with him for almost your entire lives.”

a silence passes through the room as you continue rubbing his shoulder. you notice his leg going up and down repeatedly as he picks at his hand.

you reach over and intertwine your fingers. he looks up at you with glossy eyes. you give a small smile.

“are you not scared of me ?” he asks softly

you shake your head immediately, “no. i could never be scared of you. i love you.”

he blinks slowly as the hand you had on his shoulder goes to his face. you rub his cheek before cupping his jaw.

“we’re gonna figure this out. together.” you say

he nods as he searches your face, “i love you.”

your smile widens before you pull him into you. your arms wrap around him as his head lays on your chest. you feel his arms go around your waist as your hand goes to the back of his head.

you place a soft kiss on his head before tightening your hold on him.

[jade-bright]

Star Wars!Sterek pt.3

Derek, after putting his armor and helmet back on, carried Stiles back to the Lycan and checked him for any visible injuries. Assuming the younger man was gonna be out for a while, he went about checking and fixing parts of the ship's vitals/mechanics he deemed necessary until he ultimately went to just watch over Stiles. Some hours later, sat across the cot Derek watched as he finally awoke...

Stiles: (stretching) Ughhh, (turns his head and jumps when he sees Derek) Ahh! Oh my Maker

Derek: (slightly amused but doesn't move or say anything) ...

Stiles: ... (waits a bit to see if he'll say anything) Are you okay? I didn't mess anything up did I?

Derek: ...

Derek: You're a jetii

Stiles: ...

Stiles: No. I'm force sensitive. (looks down at his hands and starts to fidget with them) My mom taught me, just like her dad taught her. He was the one who became a jedi, but he left to be with my grandmother

Derek: (a bit confused) ...How aren't you a jedi?

Stiles: (huffs a little laugh) For one? (gestures to his entire being) I don't have a lightsaber and I don't follow the traditional jedi mantra

Derek: What do you follow?

Stiles: (Shrugs) The same mantra my grandfather decided to follow after he married my grandmother, "Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force."

Derek: What does it mean?

Stiles: For me and my family? Freedom. We get to live and make choices same as any "ordinary" being, practice the ways of both the light and dark side... (squints and purses his lips) well... within reason, and you know (blushes), love and marry whoever we want...

Derek: (blushes under his helmet remembering that they are indeed married now) ...

Stiles: I know our getting together was veryyy... of convenience? Since, you know, you were dying and you've told me how important your Creed is and how much of a disgrace it is for a Mandalorian to break the Creed and I didn't mean to force your hand in this or in-

Derek: (abruptly takes off his helmet and puts it to the side)...

Stiles: -uhhhhh

Derek: (gulps what little saliva he has, takes a deep breath and stands) I willingly gave you my name, and have now willingly shown you my face, because you are clan, and if you'd be willing to continue the riduurok, I wish to at least give you the symbol of my family

Stiles: (a bit surprised and blinking, then smiles his mischief in his eyes) Okay, (stands) I'll follow through in our marriage, (takes a small step closer) on two conditions

Derek: Anything

Stiles: (smile widening) After this bounty, (takes another small step forward) we will return to Naboo and we'll have a small wedding that my dad will be able to attend

Derek: (smiles and laughs a little) Okay, and?

Stiles: (takes one last step towards Derek) I want several kisses from my husband, whenever I want

Derek: (eyes wrinkling from how much he's smiling and walks to finally close the distance between them, and wrap his hands around his waist to pull him flush against himself) Is that all cyar'ika?

Stiles: (pleased, raising his arms to place over his shoulders and rest his hands behind his neck) Mhmm~

*Stiles just taking his time and getting his fill on finally being able to stare into his partners eyes and take note of his other features like his thick brows and seemingly soft hair. Meanwhile, Derek's also enjoying being able to fully explore the depths of brown and gold in his riduur's eyes, but is mostly loving how he gets to finally hold him in such a loving manner.*

Stiles: Derek?

Derek: Hmm

Stiles: I want a kiss

Derek: As you wish cyar'ika

*The End*

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

[heradion]

Emerald Star ( a s6 off screen Sterek ficlet)

Set after this scene.

As Stiles was finally given some medical attention and they had bandaged up his toe, he had calmed down and was breathing into a paper bag while a medic gave him some pills to help with the pain.

Derek had been asked to complete some formalities with the FBI and was taken away by some agents just moments before.

Stiles limped sitting carefully on the sidewalk by the road icing his toe waiting for Derek.

After a few minutes , Derek handed some papers to the agents before heading over to where Stiles was sitting .

" You're free to go ?" Stiles asked as Derek sat next to him

" Pretty much" Derek said " I see you're no longer screaming in pain, How's your toe?"

" Patched up for now,I'll be fine in a few days " He replied

" That guy said you're free to take a few days to recover before heading back " Derek said pointing at the agent in charge of the field operation.

" Of course he did" Stiles stated " They're worried that if this gets worse, I'd be able to sue them. Although I'm the one who convinced them to take me on the operation, I'm still an intern."

Derek nodded before standing up. " You could benefit from a few days off. Come on" He said reaching his hand out to Stiles who took it before carefully standing up

" You think you can walk? " Derek asked as Stiles handed the ice pack back to the medics

" I think so " Stiles replied trying to walk and wincing in pain

" Alright come on" Derek said putting his arm around his shoulder and one on his hip to help him walk to his jeep.

Derek helped him sit in the passenger seat before heading to the driver side.

" Where are we going?" Stiles enquired as Derek started the jeep

" My motel, it's a little further down from here" Derek stated

" You can drop me off at my motel and keep the jeep for the night " Stiles stated

" You'd better stay with me." Derek stated " For..uhm..your safety, so you don't end up injuring yourself more. "

" Oh, uhm Are you sure ?" Stiles questioned as Derek nodded

" Alright Can you stop by mine first? I gotta grab some of my stuff ." Stiles stated

Derek agreed as they drove in silence, a lingering sense of uncertainty and tension palpable between the two since the last time they had seen each other was when Kate had taken Scott.

Derek had left and decided not to look back at Beacon Hills which had bothered Stiles more than he'd like to admit because no one else seemed as perturbed.

Derek pulled over to Stiles motel and helped him to his room waiting outside as Stiles packed his stuff before checking out.

Derek helped him with his bags before they settled into an uneasy silence while Derek drove towards his motel.

Once they reached his motel, Derek grabbed Stiles's bag and helped him walk up to the room before unlocking it and letting him in.

Stiles walked in and crashed on the tiny couch looking around the room to find only one queen sized bed .

He pursed his lips wondering why Derek had told him to stay here when he had only one bed.

" Do you want to take a shower?" Derek asked

" Huh?" Stiles asked, his thoughts being interrupted.

" Are you going to take a shower or shall I go?" Derek asked grabbing a towel and sweatpants .

" You can go, I'll go after you" Stiles stated as Derek headed into the bathroom

Stiles dug through his bag to find a book to keep him occupied and was interrupted a few minutes later by a shirtless Derek walking through the bathroom door wearing only grey sweatpants with the towel around his neck as he dried his hair

Stiles lowered the book a little raising his eyebrows at the sight in front of him as Derek went to grab a shirt.

" Do you want to go now?" Derek asked wearing a black shirt that, of course clung to his body making Stiles roll his eyes

Does he always buy a size small? Stiles wondered before standing up and slowly grabbing a towel along with a change of clothes before heading to the shower .

" Are you sure it's safe to get your wound wet ?" Derek asked

" I'll just wrap a plastic bag around it, just to be safe " Stiles stated grabbing an empty take out cover he had stuffed in his bag as Derek looked at him questioningly.

" What?" Stiles asked

" Why do you have a plastic bag with you?" Derek asked

" It helps with panic attacks and stuff " Stiles shrugged

" it's not a hygiene thing, I'm very tidy , thank you very much " He snarked slowly limping to the shower

Once he had cleaned himself up, he headed out slowly walking with the plastic cover around his foot.

" You're gonna hurt yourself " Derek stated as Stiles sat on the chair by the side of the bed

" I'll be fine " Stiles stated slowly taking off the cover and placing his foot on the bed

Derek moved over so he was sitting by Stiles's leg before reaching over and holding Stiles's ankle gently putting it on his lap

" What are you-" Stiles asked trying to pull his leg away when Derek tightened his grp on his ankle not letting him move it.

" Calm down" Derek said looking at him " I'm only trying to help"

Stiles watched feeling a little uneasy as Derek's veins turned black and he felt a sense of relief on his injured foot before Derek gently placed it back onto the bed.

" Thank you" Stiles said rubbing the back of his neck nervously

Derek nodded before grabbing a book from his nightstand and moving further away on the bed to read .

Stiles narrowed his eyes looking at him wondering if he should let it go or say something about what was bothering him.

" Uhm, hello? " Stiles said as Derek turned to look at him " What the hell Derek? Where were you all this time and why did you just disappear after you left with Braeden ? "

Derek sighed placing the book down " That's why you've been giving me the silent treatment?"

" What, you knew I was pissed and didn't say anything ?" Stiles asked

" I was trying to give you some time " Derek said " and space "

" Time and space? " Stiles asked " What am I an astronaut?'

Derek rolled his eyes before saying " No , because I could tell something was bothering you, now I know it's cause of me."

" Of course it cause of you!" Stiles called out " Me and everyone else don't hear anything from you for months and the first day of my FBI internship you showed up on my screen as a mass murderer!"

" Why does it matter to you?" Derek asked

" Because it does, it just does." Stiles said " First you leave and don't look back , now you're getting caught up in this ?"

" I'm sorry, if I I recall correctly, you told me to have a safe journey and to enjoy when I told you I was leaving " Derek said shifting so he was sitting on the edge of the bed opposite to Stiles.

" Of course I did, you were leaving, did you want me to throw you a going away party?" Stiles quipped

" No, but when I told you I was leaving, that's all you said, then why is it bothering you so much now ?" Derek asked

" Because it does !" Stiles called out "Why is it so hard to believe that someone could actually care for you?"

"Because it didn't seem like it" Derek replied " If you cared, then maybe you should've said something more than have a safe journey. " Derek said furrowing his brows

" Like what ? What could I have possibly said to make you change your mind ?" Stiles asked throwing his hands up in defeat .

" You could've asked me to stay. " Derek sighed as he looked away

Stiles scoffed " Yeah like that would've made a difference "

" It would. " Derek said " I would've stayed if you had asked me to...but you didn't "

Stiles blinked in surprise at what he heard before leaning forward and resting his hand on his knee

" Derek I wanted nothing more than to have you stay" Stiles stated as Derek finally turned to look at him " But not because I asked you to...but because you want to."

" Beacon Hills was just a reminder for you of everything you lost, I know it got hard for you to stay and pretend like everything was fine.." Stiles shrugged " I'm not going to be selfish and ask you to stick around for my sake....not when you're unhappy. "

Derek took a deep breath shaking his head " I'm sorry I didn't call, I thought of it a lot but... decided not to because I thought it didn't matter to you."

" After everything we've been through, you still don't think I care ?" Stiles asked raising his eyebrows

Derek sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor, unable to meet Stiles' eyes. "I guess I was wrong."

They remained quiet , the weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air, before Derek decided to break the silence by getting up to grab a pillow and heading to the sofa.

"I'll take the couch" Derek said and just when Stiles was about to protest,

"Stiles, You're clearly tired and need a good nights sleep more than me" Derek stated "Let's not argue about this."

Stiles agreed quietly before settling into the bed as Derek turned off the light.

Despite the words left unsaid, their shared history and the bond they shared spoke volumes, echoing through the silence that stretched between them.

(Part.1) / (Part.2) / (Part.3) /(Part.4) /(Part.5)

[salemsvlog]

Look, im rambling but-

Now that I’m writing a Teen wolf Fic I can’t grasp my mind on how bad did Jeff fumble the bag with Scott and Malia. Bc I DIDNT HAVE SENSE AT THE TIME, and it seem out of nowhere, but those two are pretty much perfect for each other.

Not because they’re each other first love or greatness one, but they are just two young kids that went through much that they supposed to, and the get each other but at the same time they don’t.

Because Scott was raised thinking the best of everyone and Malia learned by herself to mistrust everyone.

Because Scott loves animals with his soul, and Malia gets them, in a deeper level.

Because Scott is silly and romantic, and Malia is serious and somehow possessive.

Because a part of Scott will always love Alison as much as a part of Malia will always think of Stiles.

Because Scott will never truly trust Rafael as his dad as much as Malia will never really get Peter.

Because Scott’s mind is much human than wolf as Malia will always be more coyote that girl. And at the same time, they push the other to embrace the other part that they have never really enjoyed.

THEY COULD BE THE IT-COUPLE OF BEACON HILLS IF THEY HAD BEING WRITTEN GOOD.

In my mind, the movie never happen and Scott is the town veterinarian that works magic with someone’s pet while talking about how his wife is taking care of the woods as forest ranger and sometimes visits him with a wounded animal to him to help. (She sometimes comes home with deer meat, but they don’t talk about it).

I love them so much.

That it.

That’s my ramble.

[theo-raeken-appreciation]

got any theo fic recs?

of course!!! let me pull up my faves, linking them under the cut cause it might get long (also some fics are nsfw some aren't i didnt tag them all bc by the time i realized i had been through so many already)

Theo Raeken Centric (sometimes gen/sometimes w/pairings)

Why are Werewolves Always Teens? by Everlasting_mediocrity 

Crossover. In which Tony Stark is Theo Raeken’s biological father and they’re going to have to do some growing about it. Thiam. Ongoing.

i lost my heart under the bridge by infernal_gay_mess

"The Doctors said, years later, that Theo had taught them that true evil came from corrupting something truly good. What they didn’t tell him was that the best way to make someone into a monster was to convince them they already were one." Angst & Tragedy

blood is running deep, some things never sleep by likelightninginabottle 

Aka theo raeken’s mid-season six hot girl summer. Introspective. Thiam. 

a rose that won’t bloom by wormhusk

not theo centric, but a cute fic about stiles-scott-theo as kids and theo being scott’s first crush. thiam. 

pyrrhic victory of knowing yourself by painting_ethereal

a two part series of stolen memories, theo joining the mccall pack, leaving, and choosing to come back

even in the darkest places, flowers grow by strawberxi (Tupipsie)

a theo raeken-centric fic where he grapples with his sister's birthday, and the implication that he doesn't have to do everything alone. Thiam

On Theo Raeken and Manipulation by wormhusk

Theo Raeken Did Nothing Wrong 2k23. Not A Fic/Pure Meta

Thiam

Secondary Drowning by marrowbite(wingfooted)

in which theo is a selkie. 

hey i think he likes you (but honey, i do too) by fallingforboys

in which liam is oblivious and wants to help theo get a boyfriend. 

Im not ready to die yet, should i pray? (i’m wasting time, haunted by the ghost of you) by petitommo

the one where theo leaves for Florida. out of necessity, not choice. voicemails, missing liam, waiting–and going home. 

tell me no more secrets, i’ll tell you no more lies by likelightninginabottle

“You were attacked. It was self defense.” Theo. “Okay, but what if it wasn’t.” Liam

when oblivion is calling out your name, you always take it further than i ever can by likelightninginabottle

In which Liam is terribly high and completely smitten, Theo is allergic to emotions and totally whipped, Mason has the patience of a saint, and everybody wins, except for Stiles

when you crave someone (to be there at dawn) by likelightninginabottle

(In which, for once, Liam and Theo aren't oblivious, even if the pack very much is.) Post-Monroe, Pack in College, Thiam Being Shameless

burning bright red till the end (now you’ll be missing from the photographs by likelightninginabottle

MCD, Angst

You Missed, Dumbass by Sailorscout7

(OR 2 times Liam trying to kiss Theo ended in disaster and 1 time it mostly didn't)

a fire without a spark by lexisaurus

Liam asks are you alright? it never occurs to Theo that Liam could be asking him, too.

Commemoration, Cauterized by Ty_Winn_Roa

Meeting his parents for the first time in a decade is terrible enough without having to do it all over again. And again. And again. But Theo's never done anything halfheartedly.

Hunting Hearts by l_t_m

“My heart is missing.” Liam blinked. Theo’s way of saying ‘hello’ wasn’t encouraging.

no angels in this bleeding heart town by fallingforboys

“Please don’t make me do this,” Liam says, pleads. His jaw clenches and he squares his shoulders. Theo’s claws flick out.

Happiness is (where you are) by crier_emperor

in which theo gets a home and a hug. Angst. Getting together.

pride before a fall, wolves will keep you warm by likelightninginabottle

Liam comes out of the closet, in more ways than one. Or rather: his friends break him out. Cute, fluffy, and funny

look at the wonderful mess we made, we pick ourselves undone by likelightninginabottle

In which the supernatural does not exist. But Beacon Hills still went through a war, of which this is the aftermath. Liam and Theo pine for each other, but Liam thinks he cannot have Theo and so he dates other people. And yes. They are roommates. Mutual Pining, Jealousy, Misunderstandings.

your slightest look easily will unclose me by likelightninginabottle

Liam thinks about the people who left and how he is almost alright without them. Post-Canon.

just steps across the tower bridge by eneiryu

Guilt, injury, angst–Theo’s body is failing, and he’s hiding it from Liam. Happy Ending.

Use and abuse me ‘til I’m gone by THENINTH09

5 times Liam makes Theo bleed and the one time (two times) he doesn’t.

don’t you hear me howling, babe? by THENINTH09

Theo and Liam in Theo’s truck, after Gabe and the hospital. NSFW

Iron and Copper by TheOceanIsMyInkwell

Or: A witch grants Theo's wish to turn human for a day and be loved for who he is. Liam shows him just what that wish might look like.

drove him underground by justt_ppeachy

Liam and Theo, but they are Orpheus & Eurydice retold. It always ends the same.

so cruelly you kissed me by wormhusk

A series of two one-shots, one with liam realizing his feelings for theo and the second on theo

this love is difficult, but it’s real by wormhusk

a two part series of oneshots with thiam secretly dating, liam telling the pack, it not going well, and the aftermath

all sunny days are on by wormhusk

Remember the hunger games au? This is an alice in borderland au. A lot of people will die but not thiam. incomplete

the smell of smoke would hang around this long by wormhusk

theo quits smoking 

and in ever crowd, it's you i'm looking for by fallingforboys

in which theo is unfortunately very attractive and needs a fake boyfriend at a party--and oh look, liam is right there

Thiam Fics That Are Part of This One Orphaned Series So I Have Put Them Together 

this is why they shouldn’t kill off the main guy by wormhusk

 a first-kiss fic with theo angst and liam bullying theo into staying with him instead of his truck

and i remember thinking by wormhusk

a fic exploring the theo train track theory AKA where they talk about a past suicide attempt

Oh i love it and i hate it at the same time

Established Thiam, Theo gets his wisdom teeth removed.

256,000

The one where Liam calculates how many times Theo died down in Hell and has a panic attack.

cut it out then restart by wormhusk

Theo has a bad day and gives into old habits. Angst. Self-harm

argumentative antithetical dream girl 

it’s a pwp but I'm including it because it's the same ‘verse

i just wanna stay in that lavender haze by wormhusk

thiam get high and and play the 36 questions that lead to love and then have sex about it

and i wouldn’t marry me either

Liam has a plan to propose to his boyfriend. Theo thinks Liam is acting cagey

fighting in only your army

The skinwalkers want Theo back. No one reacts well.

are there still beautiful things

a witch’s curse makes Liam hate the one he loves most–his fiance. Angst.

i know my pain is such an imposition 

the boys finally get to go on their honeymoon. so of course it goes wrong.

long live the look on your face by wormhusk

Theo and Liam go to build-a-bear

he was sunshine i was midnight rain by wormhusk

Liam does a 30-day love challenge

Sceo

Shall I sleep within your bed by voices_in_my_head

In which Theo wasn't expecting to be rescued

fake my heart by LuthienKenobi

In which Theo is captured and a femme fatale all in one

gonna make you a believer by queerebrum

in which the battle is over, the Anuk Ite defeated, and Scott McCall can finally see things clearly–things like how he has been pretending he is not in love with Theo Raeken

Expelliaramus! by tabbytabbytabby

Gryffindor Scott and Slytherin Theo are secretly dating.

Sons of Monsters and Monster Sons by TheOceanIsMyInkwell

“i think,” theo says slowly, “my father tried to kill me when i was seven.” Sceo+Thiam, bc Theo is terribly in love with them both. Child Abuse Mention, as well as Mentions of sexual assault done to Theo by his Father. Theo did NOT have a happy loving childhood.

Unbreakable Heaven by tabbytabbytabby

Theo thinks he and Scott are FWBs while Scott thinks they are dating. Theo starts pulling away once he realizes he has feelings for Scott. Scott wonders what he did to make his boyfriend distant.

our hands dirtied by the other’s desire; i will declare my love with a slaughter by clementinecalls

When they lay in the grass and stare at the stars, Scott runs his thumb over Theo’s wrist. Feeling his pulse steady under his touch. He thinks about the sun in comparison to Theo. He thinks about how he was Icarus and he loved Theo just as he loved the sun — too close, too much.

Homeless Theo/Theo + Pack

Too Afraid to Follow Through by dangerouscoffeetheorist

for your melissa & theo needs, and theo being forced to join the pack against his will. 

wither under the iridescent glow of the sun, moon, and stars by fallingforboys

Theo digs the bullets out himself, using them to cauterize the wounds, and the air around him becomes hot and a little sticky with the smell of his flesh burning, but he ignores it.

He ignores it and saves himself, because that’s all he knows how to do. He saves himself because he knows that no one else would bother trying. (He’s wrong.) Thiam but mostly pack focused

Heart coming up my throat, think I’m getting worse at breathing by Multifandom_damnnation 

Jordan Parrish & Theo. Thiam

murphy’s golden rule: whoever has the gold makes the law by game_ender

Coach Finstock & Theo. In which Theo gets adopted by the Coach. Thiam

Vanlife Style! by onyxthroughtheages

In which Alec and Theo are bffs, Theo was raised in the sewers and so learns about TikTok scandals and instafame through Google, and mentions Liam in almost every TikTok he ever makes.

built a ship in the morning but the hull’s worn through by eneiryu

in which theo makes a deal with the pack: after Monroe, he gets to walk away. Thiam

waves on the ocean for the wavering kind by eneiryu

a two parter series. part one is where Theo leaves Beacon Hills with exactly the same things he came into it with: his truck, a duffel bag full of clothes, and the permanent taste of blood and grave dirt in his mouth. part two is argent’s pov. thiam

Fics That Deserve a Category of Their Own

You only feel one emotion at a time by likelightninginabottle

Theo doesn't feel pain. It makes him reckless. The pack doesn't notice, until they do. Incomplete. Pack Dynamics. Thiam. Theo’s Past, Theo’s Present, and Hopefully, Theo’s Future.

Take my heart (and put it somewhere safe) by not_carrying_on

​​The one where Theo reluctantly helps the pack capture Monroe, deals with the aftermath of his upbringing with the Dread Doctors, saves the lives of not so few people (despite the will to deny it until his dying breath), practically adopts Alec and pulls his head out of his ass.

[givethemsmut]

The Pack | Chapter Six

Characters: Dylan O’Brien, fem!reader

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien, Dylan x You

“Stiles. You can’t keep putting yourself in the middle of danger.”

“Lydia I don’t put myself in danger blindly, I do it to protect you from danger.”

Dylan inches closer to me, his lips light as a feather and devoid of any real passion. I touched his hand before I moved closer pressing my lips to his again in order to redo the kiss that was supposed to scream passion.

Our kiss deepened as I straddled his lap, letting my tongue bully his gently. He pulled away, “I don’t think Holland will do all that…”

Still straddling him I said, “Can I be jealous if she does?” Smiling big like a kid who got the exact thing he wanted for Christmas he only wrapped his around me more, keeping me his hostage.

We stayed up watching movies until my dad knocked again, “Hey. I’m gonna come in now. Cover up.”

We both laughed, when he continued, “I’m gonna head to bed. Dylan – 9 AM call in. Don’t be late. And here since you’ve already helped yourself.”

He tossed him the box of condoms and Dylan died holding in his laughter as my Dad left. His cheeks brushed up bright red and I could feel the second hand embarrassment setting in.

We fell asleep watching Netflix and avoiding having sex with my Dad across the hall. My alarm went off and Dylan was not about waking up at all. Tyler was right, he wasn’t a morning person. After he finally got up he drove like a maniac to the lot. Thankfully my Dad left way earlier than either of us so we avoided some dirty glares and a walk of shame.

Dylan was the last to arrive but he apparently didn’t go through make up or hair either. He parked his car and sat back prepping me on today, “Today is still gonna be really long even without hair and shit. 17 hours. You don’t have to stay the whole time. Here take my keys, whenever you’re ready take my car.”

He jumped out while I put his keys in my purse and he opened my door taking my hand. I asked him, “What’s the first thing you do?”

He headed straight for the craft service room filled with food and coffee. “Hungry?” I shook my head and put a bagel in a napkin and offered to make the coffee. He said, “Come on. We’ll go to my trailer then I’ll get the breakdown of today, how much time we have.”

After we got back to his trailer with his character’s name on it a PA came knocking to let him know when his scenes would be and when he was needed. He had two hours until he had rehearsal and testing then his scene would be directly after. The rest of the scenes would be smaller and less work. He told the PA he was gonna shower then he’d go to wardrobe. I looked at him like he was crazy, his trailer seemed typically not over done, but he had a shower?

He took my hand as he sipped his coffee, “Come shower with me. Keep me company, save water and shit.”

The shower was this beautiful huge glass door shower that you’d never know existed. He took off his shirt smoothly and let it drop to the floor as I followed suit.

He took off his pants so expertly it made me wonder what kind of past he had, besides his ex.

He leaned into me teasing me and not yet kissing me as he undid my bra. His fingers danced along my back, skating over my rib cage, and tugging the cups down enough to slink the bra off my arms entirely. I still got the chills and all the feels I thought would fade by now.

My bra discarded to the floor, I felt his hands around my waist pull me closer to his body, kissing my shoulder. His soft hands tickled my hips before he pushed the sides of my panties down, urging them off.

I felt tempted to touch him back so badly my idle hands palmed his hard on through the material of his boxers. Stepping out of my panties I blushed knowing he was looking at every inch of me. Lowering myself down and my eyes fixed on his towering above me letting my hands smooth over his hard member.

“Not yet. I don’t wanna cum yet…” he couldn’t catch his breath as he spoke. I was still holding mine and my lungs wanted to burst.

Taking his hand I stood up as he reached inside the door to turn on the shower on and next thing I knew his arms around me pulling me inside with him. Nothing about this shower was to wash off. We didn’t want to wash each other off in the slightest, we wanted to drown in each other.

Reaching behind him I grabbed the shampoo and squeezed his it right above his head laughing as it only made his hair even more wild.

I watched him rinse off, backing away but holding his hand, admiring every toned muscle now wet. Dylan was hard to resist even before his shirt came off and now I was even more in trouble now that it had.

It was almost as if he could hear me when he came towards me, body against mine and mine against the shower wall as our tongues touched. I lifted my leg so my knee was against his hip when he bent down enough to pick me up. Wrapping my legs around him as he held me up.

I moaned feeling his length and width fill between my legs. He moaned a quiet fuck as we both tried to catch my breathe. We both heard a knock and froze hoping they’d go away. “Dyl! It’s me, Posey! Bro you awake?”

“He’ll leave. Shhh…”

Dylan’s hips slowly moved again, fucking me again, kissing anywhere his lips could reach. Dylan heard the door open and he shouted to Posey, “Dude I’m in the shower. What’s up?”

His hips still going I pushed my lips against his shoulder to keep myself quiet.

Tyler spoke again, “I heard you were on set and I hadn’t seen you. Are you seriously still mad at me?”

Dylan sighed loudly kissing my cheek and apologizing, “I’m not mad but I’m showering my girl bro. Together. I wouldn’t deny being inside her right now.”

Posey died laughing and apologized a million times as he left. “I’m your girl now huh?”

He was done teasing, done drawing it out when his thrusts only became faster and harder. My arms around his neck he told me, “Oh you’re mine alright.”

Putting me down, he turned me around so my hands were on the shower wall and my ass was out. His knuckles brushed my soaking wet slit until he found exactly where he shoved every inch to my hilt. Pushing my ass back against me I was chasing relief.

“Fuck,” I heard it slip from his mouth as I kept pushing back onto him, “Dylan. Oh my god.” His hands got tighter on my hips, he knew I was coming by the way I pulsed around him. As I came I felt him pull out leaving this empty feeling before I felt his fist against my ass as he helped himself cum. Almost immediately, I felt the warm ropes of his orgasm splatter against my ass before he pushed me against the wall again kissing me my shoulder.

“You called me baby.”

I laughed shaking my head, “I did no such thing.”

After cleaning up Dylan dawned a robe closed up and I gave his such an odd look as he explained, “I’ve got wardrobe next. I’m over getting gonna get dressed to get naked.” I laughed again as I threw my hair in a bun before we left for wardrobe.

Tyler was on a golf cart laughing as we walked by and he shouted, “Dylan! Hey!” Dylan hugged him tight in a way everyone knew they were mentally apologizing and reconnecting.

I touched Dylan’s shoulder and whispered, “I’ll meet you on stage. You two bond.” I went to search for my dad who I knew never let the stage. “Pops. Prepping?”

He was in the chair labeled executive produce highlighting the daily script and marking notes. “Here with your new boyfriend?”

He didn’t even look up to see my reaction but sure as hell felt me swat his arm, “He’s just… a friend… I don’t know. We don’t have to date because he took my virginity.”

He threw his hands over his ears quickly and made a face of someone who witnessed an episode of fear factor that involved bugs.

I sat down next to him, examining the set and layout as I’ve picked up from my Dad. “Hey, are you guys doing a wide lens shot? This is Dylan’s scene right?”

My dad raised an eyebrow, “Why? What are you thinking?” I stood up looking at the visual elements of the set which wasn’t many and the tone was much darker then anything needing a wide shot. “Tighter shot. Straight on. Then a shift when they kiss. Side by side then a ground shot to fade.”

My dad stood up with me following me as I spoke and looked at the set design, “Well then. Direct next week. Until then I’ll let the director know I’m changing the shot.”

I sat down in the chair next to his as I watched him talking to the crew about changing the camera angles for the shot. My dad sat down again pulling his bag into his lap pulling out scripts and handing them to me. “Read these 4 and let me know which you’re gonna direct.”

I started flipping through them not really reading but browsing Dylan’s parts only without realizing it. The script the furtherest out spoke to me, Dylan’s character was in full swing and losing his mind. His support system was trying to reach him but couldn’t. There was a shower scene with another main character trying to pull him out of the depths of his mind trying to appeal to his virginity. It was dark for TV and felt very real. I read it all the way through until I felt Dylan’s hand on my shoulder scaring me.

In a low voice he spoke right into my ear, “I gotta do this scene. You okay watching some girl kiss me?”

I saw a redhead hit the stage and prepare for her marks and suddenly I got self conscious. I knew it was fake, she was probably with someone else in real life, but it was still an intimate moment.

Dylan stepped in front of my view, “It’s just acting. Don’t forget? Lines I remember to say, choreography I’ve learned. Okay?” I shook my head unsure of how I’d react or feel seeing it. We may not have been in love but our connection was very deep.

My dad leaned in, “Dylan get on mark. She’ll be okay.”

Once Dylan was going over marks with the director my dad said, “Sure you wanna watch? Most girlfriends don’t. It always starts drama between couples, insecurities, jealously.”

I told him, “No, I wanna support him. He asked me to come.” The Director said, “Quiet on set! Phones off! Actors mark, ready, take one, action!” I watched the science unfold as Dylan expressed his love and need to protect Lydia from danger before the kissing began. Lydia wrapped her arms around his neck as their lips kept touching. Dylan’s hands grasped her hips the way he did mine in the shower earlier. I saw their lips separate and their tongues touch.

Their kiss deepened and there was no cut yelled from the director but Dylan’s body fell back on the bed in the scene as Lydia’s body gently laid on top of him. They kissed with her very short dress riding up even more and Dylan’s hands having little room to wander without being on her skin. I was getting antsy in my chair watching and wondering how far this would go. Finally the director yelled cut and I shot up from my seat.

Dylan shouted, “How Long were you gonna make us do that? What the fuck.”

My dad shouted to Dylan, “You said no sex scenes. We gotta milk it. Stiles is a virgin, he’s not gonna just stop at a kiss with his dream girl.”

Dylan didn’t look too pleased, “Can we take 5?”

Director shouted back, “Take 5! Back to first marks.”

Dylan shouted once again, “Can I get some help over here?”

My dad leaned over, “He needs your sweater. Less embarrassing if it’s you.” Shouting to Dylan, “It’s coming Dyl. Hang tight.

[gege-wondering-around]

Derek and Noah for Stiles

No matter what, I believe Derek and Noah were two of the few, who truly cared for Stiles. Unconditionally and wholeheartedly, despite everything. And Stiles does the same for them.

Noah - the Sheriff

Of course as Stiles' father, Noah cared for him like a father should with his son but he did more, not only cause he was a single parent but also due to the supernatural being involved in their lives and messing around with Stiles.

When Stiles shows up back home with his cheeks bruised and his lip kind of cut open, Noah is already holding his son's face and he's already angry. Sriles tells him it's okay but the sheriff gets ever more angry, threatening to involve the police and deal with the kids himself. Just a few seconds earlier he was wondering where Stiles was, hoping he was okay, and when he got there and said "right here" Noah is relieved Stiles is back.

When Stiles is possessed and they are in Derek's loft, Chris aims to kill Stiles (the nogitsune has he views it) and the sheriff begs the hunter not to. He's holding his own gun, ready to fire at Chris despite both being on the same side.

In the movie, when Derek says "maybe you should call your son" Noah is dismissive about it. He doesn't want to disturb Stiles with Beacon Hills after all he went through in that city. He doesn't wanna worry his son or cause him trouble.

Also, and this is in all seasons, Noah is extremely patient with Stiles. Like a saint he tries to listen and understand as much as he's capable of handling until he breaks down too, because he's human just like Stiles. But still, Noah's is one of the few that takes time to understand and listen to Stiles, and even if he's his son it doesn't take away the importance of what he does for Stiles.

And, despite Noah probably knows very well that Stiles basically sucks and never plays on the field, he compliments him when he does and even score a point, which is the most the sheriff has probably ever see Stiles do. And he compliments him in a very delicate way, nothing fancy or anything, just a father proud of his son.

Derek

Even if Derek always seemed annoyed by Stiles, he also did anything to protect him.

When he was in prison with Chris he asked him if he would feel remorse for killing Stiles and Chris said yes, only if it was actually Stiles. Derek was silent and thinking, he didn't want to kill Stiles even if he had to, even if it was the "only way out" with the nogitsune.

Derek believed Stiles over Jennifer when he asked her about his father and he kept denying to know anything about it. He knew how important the sheriff was to Stiles and didn't want him to lose the only family he had left and be alone, suffering the loss of his father.

Also, just like Noah was ready to shot at Chris in the loft, Derek was ready to fight Chris to protect Stiles, despite had just been thrown around by the nogitsune. He was back in no time, ready to do what he had to in order to protect Stiles.

Stiles

But also, if Noah and Derek stand by Stiles' side and protected him, Stiles also did the same for them.

When Chris asked him if he had to lock up Scott he said yes, and argued with the hunter if it was better to burn his house down. He was protesting with Arget about the cruelty his family did and how there were other ways of handling things. He stood by Derek's side.

He killed Donovan to protect his dad.

He never stopped searching for his father when Jennifer took him to use him as a sacrifice.

When Boys died, Stiles was the only one that tried to comfort Derek, putting a hand on his shoulder, as to ground him and say "you're not alone".

(Even if not intentionally) when Derek was "trapped" in his sleep, Stiles was the one he imagined to wake himself up, asking him how to know if he was still asleep.

In the end I believe these three always had each other's back covered somehow. They always protected one of the other two and never betrayed each other's trust.

They were both there for Stiles when he was in a bad shape, wheter it be physically or mentally, they showed up or welcomed him in, taking care of him.

Derek and Noah were always there for Stiles whenever they could. They cared, maybe even more than most.

I'm not saying other characters didn't care about Stiles, I just took this two into consideration cause I like them.

[bagerfluff]

hey same Anonymous from before requesting part 2 Scott McCall x male reader cuddles

plot now that reader has let stiles cuddle him and Scott during that movie night stiles won't stop asking reader for cuddles even when Scott not around headcannon stiles loves him some cuddle will not stop till he get his cuddles but stiles is very picky where he get his cuddles from

Your wish is my command and I hope you like this

Stiles Loves Cuddles

Set in season two/three

Something that not a lot of people knew about Stiles is that he loved cuddles. Ever since he was a kid and even more since his mom died. But Stiles never got his cuddles. It was a bit weird to cuddle with your best friend and Stiles' dad never was the most physical person. Plus Stiles was particular about his cuddles. It had to be just right. The person had to want to cuddle and had to be good at it. Scott can be a bit too handy. He never knew what to do with his hands. And his dad was too cold. He just laid there. Not acknowledging Stiles. Which made Stiles feel like he was annoying him. So no one ever knew. Stiles kept that secret locked up. Plus once Scott got bit by Peter Stiles had to be tough. 

Especially since Scott was freaking out. Then when Lydia went missing and when she got back he needed to be strong for her. Then the murders. Then Stiles being strong for Scott and his dad. So Stiles never got a break. So Stiles found other ways of letting off steam. One of those things was hanging out with Scott. Not to deal with supernatural stuff. But just to hang out like friends. Like before Scott got bit. But then Scott started dating Y/n. Now don’t get Stiles wrong. He loved the fact his best friend was happy. But Stiles no longer could hang out with Scott as much. He could, but he would prefer not to be trying to find out what was murdering everyone when he could be playing games with Scott. 

So when Stiles barged into Scott’s house to see him and Y/n cuddling he felt sad. Scott got what he wanted. Cuddles. But when Y/n invited him over to cuddle. Seemingly magically knowing that Stiles liked cuddles. Stiles was really happy. Then when Y/n started to run his hand through his hair Stiles was in heaven. Y/n knew how to cuddle. He knew what to do with his hands. He knew how to make you feel safe. And that was something that Stiles hadn’t felt in a long time. So after Stiles woke up and had to leave Stiles craved the comfort that Y/n gave him. Stiles did think that it was weird that he wanted to cuddle with his best friend's boyfriend but neither Scott nor Y/n made him feel weird about it. 

When Stiles wanted cuddles Y/n seemed to know and wrapped his arm around Stiles and pulled him into his chest. And it didn’t feel wrong. Stiles might be bisexual but he isn’t attracted to men and women but he is not attracted to Y/n. That’s Scott's job. So Stiles slowly started showing up to Scott and Y/n’s movie nights to cuddle. Scott was annoyed at him at first but he got used to it. Then Stiles started slowly asking for cuddles when Scott wasn’t around. Like if was off doing werewolf business and Stiles and Y/n were left alone. Scott would come home to Y/n and Stiles cuddling watching a movie or TV show.

But as Stiles got more comfortable showing and telling people that he wanted cuddles other people tried to cuddle or hug him. Lydia tried to cuddle with him once but Stiles refused. More people tried but Stiles refused them all. Stiles only wanted cuddles if it was from Y/n. Y/n felt happy that Stiles only wanted to cuddle him. He felt happy that he helped Stiles calm down. Y/n couldn’t do much else but be there for his friends. So when Stiles needed cuddles or if Scott needed cuddles Y/n felt happy he could help them.

Stiles may be the best friend. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like cuddles.

[specialagentlokitty]

Chris Argent x reader - getting along

Hey i was wondering if you can do one of Chris Argent were he’s is married with Derek aunt Peter sister and she is pregnant. Tank’s and I love how you right - @valeradriana💜

Sitting in the table, you began flicking through some of the papers on the desk.

“Nope.”

Tossing them aside, you picked up the next set of papers, mumbling to yourself.

“Throwing my papers around isn’t a great pastime you know.”

Smiling, you set them down and held out your arms for your husband to come over and gently hug you.

“Hey sweetheart..” you whispered.

Resting your head on Chris’ chest, wrapping your arms around his waist to hold him in place.

“Where have you been?” You asked.

“Helping your nephew with some research.”

You hummed, nodding your head as you pulled away from him.

Reaching up, you placed your hands on the sides of his face, pulling him down for a gentle kiss before you pulled away.

Laughing a little, Chris smiled at you, sitting next to you on the desk as he took the papers from your hand.

“You know nobody is going to let you leave the town right?”

“I know, but I’m just so bored.” You grumbled.

“Well, you’re supposed to be in bed rest anyways.”

You rolled your eyes a little bit.

“I’m pregnant Chris, I don’t have a broken leg.”

He chuckled.

“I know darling, but it’s just for both yours and the baby’s sake, it’s only for another week anyways then you can get out again.”

“I want to go out now.”

Chris looked at you.

“Where?”

“I don’t know, how about seeing Derek and Peter?”

Chris smiled, nodding his head as he went to get your shoes and jacket for you.

He wasn’t one to tell you no to things, and if you wanted to go and see your family then he was going to take you there.

He helped you up the stairs to the loft, and opened the door for you.

“Derek hale!” You yelled.

He spun around, dropping the papers in his hands.

“I haven’t done anything!”

Laughing, you walked over to gently hug him.

“I know, it’s just fun to scare you.”

Derek hugged you back, clearing the teenage pack from his couch so you could sit down on it.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in bed rest?” Lydia asked.

“Yup, but I was bored so here I am. Also I want a word with my brother, where is he?”

“He’s here.” Peter said.

He walked over and you stood up to be in front of him, then you reached up so you could smack the back of his head.

“What the hell?!”

“You want to put these kids in danger?!” You yelled at him.

Your eyes flashed Red, and Peter shuffled back a little bit.

“Need I remind I am the alpha of my own pack and I will kick your little ass if you so much put a scratch in one of these teenagers I will bury you so far deep in this forest.”

You placed a hand on your stomach, and Peter walked over, easing you back into sitting down.

“I’m not doing anything, if anything I’m trying timo keep out of all this mess.”

“So it wasn’t your idea to send them into the lions den?”

Peter took a step away from you.

“Okay it was.”

You went to stand up.

“But for a good reason!”

You narrowed your eyes at your brother.

“The hunters know Derek, Chris and I, they don’t know about Scott or his little pack.”

You looked at him.

“We’ve got it all planned out really.” Scott said.

You raised your hand to him, looking at Peter and Derek.

“You’ve done some stupid ass things you two, but you can’t be throwing these kids in the middle of all of this.”

“Well, we’re already in the middle of it.”

“Stiles shush.”

He nodded at you.

“I’m expecting a baby, I don’t need to babysitting my own brother and nephew because they’re being morons.”

“Then don’t.” Peter snapped.

“Remember who pushed you down the stairs as a kid because I will gladly do it again Peter Hale. Figure out s new plan because if I find out you’ve endangered them again I swear to god you’ll have hell rained down on you.”

“Alright! Okay!” Peter huffed.

He glanced at Chris.

“You aren’t going to stop her?”

Chris shook his head.

“My wife is a free woman Peter.”

“Hey, you’re not off the hook either Chris Argent.”

He backed away towards the door.

“Run!” Derek yelled.

The three men quickly left the loft to escape your anger, and you were left Scott and his pack.

“Thank you (Y/N).” Lydia smiled.

“No problem, now, can someone please take me to get something to eat my husband ran away.”

“I’ll drive you, we’re actually just leaving anyway.” Stiles said.

You grinned a little and got up, you weren’t actually angry with Chris, but sometimes it was fun to watch him run off with the other two because you knew they would hide out together and talk.

It was helping them get along more than what they used to considering you were from a werewolf family and you were married to a hunter

[heartbreakgrill]

stiles stilinksi: breakable heaven; pt. 6, “i’m always waiting for you just to cut to the bone. it’s cool, that’s what i tell ‘em. no rules, in breakable heaven.”

a/n: angsty chapter for u. prepare to be frustrated and emo.

tagging: @ariianelle

stiles: i’m glad to know you. just wanted to tell you that.

y/n: :) that made my day, thank you

y/n: i’ve got to get to work, but i’ll text later :)

stiles: have a good shift!

stiles: not sure if you'll see this, but dad wanted to go out to dinner, so i guess i'll see you soon. try not to picture me naked when i'm ordering ;)

–

"y/n, finish up that table, then i'm cutting you. too many people on tonight, okay?"

y/n looked up from the pile of silverware she was wrapping. she was excited by her manager's words, so she smiled- though, in the restaurant business, false promises were often made. she was skeptical.

so, she asked,"really?" he nodded back at her before moving along. y/n was ecstatic.

it was a saturday night, and, usually, when she got off, it was nearly 11pm. she never liked going anywhere that late. so, getting out this early meant she could head over to danny's. her friends had texted in the groupchat about watching a movie. now, she could include herself in the plans, too.

y/n's table was waiting for their food still, so she went into the kitchen to check on it. luckily, it was all done. she loaded it all onto a tray, before balancing it on her palm, and taking it out into the dining room.

as she walked through the restaurant, y/n just so happened to lay eyes on none other than stiles stilinski and his dad, the sheriff. she nearly tripped over her own two feet at the sight. she clearly hadn’t gotten stiles’ text. he met her eye and smiled awkwardly, his hand waving in a small, shy manner. the sheriff was ordering his food, so he hadn’t noticed the interaction.

y/n smiled, half-heartedly, and unloaded the tray at her table. she was thrown off just a little. he seemed to do that to her, quite often- throw her off balance. "i'll be around if you need anything else, alrighty?" she glanced over at stiles a few times throughout her cadence, "okay, enjoy your food! thank you so much."

she bee-lined for the server station and dropped her tray off. then, looking back up, she met stiles’ gaze again. she felt tingly with anticipation, excitement, especially he met her gaze again and grinned.

he had a devilish quality to his smile. it was something about how his lips creased his cheeks, something about the glint in his dark eyes. it was mischievous and taunting.

y/n jerked her chin towards the back of the restaurant, where the bathrooms were. it was an empty area right now, even though it was a saturday, and offered them an out-of-view spot for a quick greeting. stiles nodded and excused himself from the table.

y/n leaned up against one of the booths, a confused, yet delighted expression on her face. she watched stiles round the corner, grinning, now, fingers nervously tugging on the sleeves of his hoodie. that smile made her heart beat quicker.

she hadn't seen him much this week because they were both busy- y/n studying and working, stiles fighting off the supernatural and struggling to keep himself sane.

of course, they'd still found time to see each other. like, on wednesday, when stiles came over after school. they had sex, and then he actually stayed. he stayed and held her until the sun set. and, they talked, though half asleep, about whatever came to mind- his mom, her plans for college. private things that only close friends- possibly more- would discuss. there was a moment where stiles felt so secure and trusting of her that he almost slipped, almost told her about everything with scott, lydia, everyone. but telling her meant dragging her into his mess.

and, she was becoming somebody he could not lose.

so he was still torn on that decision.

instead, he talked about his friends in a distant manner, one that left out any big plot lines. y/n still tried not to feel insecure when he brought up lydia. she noticed, when he revealed more and more, that stiles hung out with lydia a lot more than he hung out with y/n. it was a small detail that she shouldn’t have even lingered out in her head- but, especially since last sunday, y/n felt any and all defenses had fallen down. she was attached, so deeply now. she was reading between every line, analyzing every detail.

but, she couldn’t be mad about who he hung out with. she couldn’t feel jealous- even if she was- because it didn’t matter what feelings y/n had. that wasn’t what they had agreed. no matter how many of his sweet gestures and words, they had still not established any kind of relationship, label, anything.

he just wasn’t hers to lose.

eventually, that wednesday evening, the soft light and lowered volume of y/n's television hazily drew them to sleep. when they woke, it was 5am. school would start in just three hours. they headed, barely awake to be aware of themselves, to the front door- y/n adorned in stiles' lacrosse hoodie again. she didn't have enough consciousness to stop herself from hugging him goodbye.

or to even process the fact that he kissed her on the forehead.

later in the day, in the middle of english, the moment clicked in her brain. she couldn’t think about anything else for the rest of the week.

y/n wanted to tell danny about it- but he’d instill a fear in her, or maybe even a hope that wouldn’t bring any good. because, it was moments like that where y/n was sure she had him.

moments of tenderness, connection.

but, alas…

"i texted you," stiles kicked his shoe against the carpeting of the restaurant.

y/n raised her brows, "oh, yeah?"

"to warn you," he shrugged, "i didn't want you to think i was stalking you."

y/n replied with a giggle, "you'e one of the few people i'd be okay with stalking me."

stiles chuckled, glancing, up and down, at his shoes, cheekily. "listen, uh, i don't know what you're doing after this...but would you wanna hang? i know your parents are home, but my house is free. we wouldn't even have to slum it in the jeep. my dad has to go into the station.”

y/n straightened her back, perked up by the plans he was making. "yeah, that's actually...yeah. i'd love to."

screw watching a movie with her friends; she'd rather see stiles.

"i actually get off as soon as this table leaves. don't know if i told you, but my car's in the shop, so my mom has to come get me. would you mind picking me up from my house later?"

stiles glanced back at his dad. "yeah, uh," he met her eye, his smile morphing into something nervous, "that works. i know you've probably met my dad, but you should come over and say hi. he'd love it."

y/n's mouth dried out a little. she swallowed thickly, "oh, maybe. yeah. that would be nice." meeting his dad.

he wanted her to meet his dad.

that was, sure as hell, a clear sign of attachment.

"no pressure," stiles set his hands out in the air between them. "sorry if that was weird. i know that's not- that's not...yeah. just, forget it. i'll see you later? text me."

“wait,” y/n grabbed his forearm, “i want to.” she met his eyes. it was a firm decision on her part.

meeting stiles’ dad shifted things just a little bit further. she was growing more distressed about everything going on between them. she needed answers, but didn’t even know what questions to ask.

but, then stiles moved his hand, slid his arm up till his fingers were in hers, and she relaxed a little. “okay.”

she had to drop his hand when they turned the corner because y/n didn’t want to get in trouble with her boss. immediately, her skin was cold. stiles led her to their table in the back corner of the restaurant. she didn’t notice, but he flexed his fingers, feeling the ache of the loss of her in his hold.

“dad,” stiles patted his shoulder as they walked past the sheriff, settling, on their feet, across the table.

the sheriff looked up from his phone and immediately smiled, the expression morphing his face to look almost identical to his son. y/n grinned at the resemblance. “hey, who’s this?” the sheriff stood on his feet, and shook y/n’s hand heartily.

“i’m y/n, i’m-“ she glanced at stiles’, her smile dropping. what was she to him?

what was this to stiles? there was a question, finally.

“we go to school together,” stiles simply said. he didn’t know what to call it.

though he knew what he wanted to.

y/n tried not to give much depth to the statement stiles made. she knew as well as he did that there wasn’t much else he could say without blurring lines and throwing things off. she put a pin in it.

“well, it’s nice to meet you, sweetheart,” sheriff patted their joint hands with his other one.

y/n nodded, “you, too. i’ve heard a lot about you.”

sheriff shot stiles a look, “all good things, i hope?”

“always,” she assured him with a gentle laugh.

“how long you been working here?” sheriff proceeded to ask one of the basic questions all dads would inquire about.

“about two years. i was the hostess before i turned 18 a few months ago,” y/n explained, motioning to the entrance of the restaurant.

sheriff shoved his hands in his pockets, “oh, i recognize you now. me and the deputies used to grab food here a lot. things are a bit busier now, so that’s not really a possibility, anymore.”

“i remember that!” y/n nodded. “you’re a rowdy bunch!”

sheriff laughed, “oh, don’t i know it. they let you eat on shift? stiles, why don’t you buy this young lady some dinner?”

stiles raised his hands defensively, his dad’s tone a playful offense towards him. y/n set a hand on stiles’ wrist, laughing, “no, you’re okay! i get off soon, actually.”

“how soon? why don’t you join us?” sheriff continued. he probably wouldn’t leave the poor girl alone until he bought her something.

y/n glanced over at her table, who looked to already be finishing up. “probably here in, like, ten minutes?” she looked to stiles, to see if he’d permit the change of plans.

he shrugged, “don’t let him pressure you.” while y/n didn’t know what he was thinking, stiles was aware of the flustered feelings flurrying in his mind.

y/n giggled, rolling her eyes, “i’d love to join you guys. i’ll be back, okay?”

sheriff asked, before she could leave, “well, what’re ya eating?”

she thought for a moment, then gave him her usual food order. sheriff forced stiles to go find their waitress. y/n offered to lead him to the server station, where she was probably doing something.

“he likes you,” stiles murmured as he followed y/n. he pushed the sleeves of his jacket to his elbows, feeling warm for some reason.

y/n turned back to him with a smug expression, “i’m likable.”

stiles snorted, a light smile taking over his face. “you are.”

they shared a flickered look, for just a short moment. it was interrupted by y/n’s coworker, who had a question about something minuscule. she excused herself, smile now tightened by her lips.

the gaze they had exchanged soaked across their skin longer than it had lasted. the air between their eyes was heavy with anticipation and questioning.

still, confusion lingered.

but, dinner ended up being a lot of fun. they sat there for two hours, laughing, chatting about school, especially y/n’s plans for her future. the sheriff was quite interested in her education, like any good parent would be, and supportive of the dreams she shared.

y/n told them how she wanted to go to seattle, how she wanted to study psychology and one day become a forensic scientist. it was something silly that she was sometimes insecure to bring up with some, but the sheriff was fascinated.

stiles, however, was shocked by this. it was a piece of information he had yet to learn about her.

he watched her talk passionately about the subject, her eyes glazed over in excitement. sheriff told her a lot about the schooling process, since most of his deputies had gone to school for something like that. and, he’d been in the business a long time. he gave her helpful advice that she was more than grateful for.

the sheriff listened intently to y/n, but still noticed how his son’s eyes lit up with absolute adoration.

the entire evening was wonderful. it left both of them feeling full, happy.

y/n was nearly sure that, after this dinner, stiles would say something. he would do something. he’d confess that he wanted her in every way he could, he’d ask her to be his, and the fairytale ending would come. he had to.

oh, how wrong she would be.

-

later, after she went home, showered and changed into something a little more comfortable, y/n texted stiles that she was ready to leave. he replied, immediately, that he was on the way.

y/n waited patiently in the entryway of her house. she heard her parents upstairs, who were drinking wine and watching television. yesterday, they’d finally been able to go out to dinner as a family. she resented them, sometimes, for how little their presence was in her life. but, in moments like this, right now, she was just happy to listen to the distant muffle of their favorite show, to their laughter and love pouring down the hallway and stairs. she didn’t feel alone. the house didn’t feel empty. love felt like it was pricking at her fingertips.

stiles' headlights arched across the windows as he pulled into her driveway. y/n grabbed her bag- packed this time with overnight items, just in case what happened wednesday happened again. she at least hoped it would.

she locked the front door behind her. as she neared the jeep, stiles hopped out and walked around to open the passenger side for her.

y/n smiled up at him, happy to be standing so close to him again, "sorry my hair is wet still. i didn't have time to dry it."

stiles looked taken aback by her apology. he gently took the bag off her shoulder as he replied, "there's no reason to be sorry. you look...pretty, still."

she blushed, "thanks." she was now positive something was going to happen, something good. it filled her with the kind of energetic hope that gave her a head rush.

as she climbed into the jeep, her hair brushed near stiles' face. the smell of her shampoo was so prominent because she had just taken a shower. it made his knees weak.

stiles shut her door behind her, then went to his side of the car. he put her bag in the back seat.

carrying it, he realized that she was planning on spending the night.

this fact, combined with her smell, and the way she looked sitting in his jeep- it all brought elation to his already heightened mood.

tonight, he would tell her.

he would tell her everything. about scott, lydia, allison, isaac. about the supernatural, about the strange town they lived in.

he trusted her. he cared for her. and he could not protect her how he should if she didn’t know. (sure, he’d forced scott, lydia, and allison to each drjve by her house every once and a while to ensure things seemed calm. but that wasn’t good enough.)

most importantly, he was going to tell y/n of his feelings for her.

once they settled in at the stilinksi residence, stiles finally got to show y/n around his bedroom. this, he was most excited for. his room was a proper display of his personality, decorated by his life’s blood and growth.

y/n was mostly enamored by all of the red string he had pinned up in the walls, at the many piles of casework he probably should not have access to laying around his desk and floor. even though it was hectic, the layout made complete sense, because it was stiles. she felt like she was seeing a piece of his soul that he kept tucked away.

and he was- stiles didn’t usually have people over. just scott, lydia once or twice. she was special.

he’d been forced to clean up before she came, in order to hide away all of the evidence of the supernatural- like the pictures of dead bodies now stuffed underneath his bed. it was still messy, and he kept apologizing, breathlessly shoving things away. but, she didn’t mind. she told him to stop. stiles liked that y/n never really minded any of the things he thought were obvious flaws about himself.

soon after, they settled into his bed to watch a movie. y/n begrudgingly agreed to watch the first halloween, much to stiles delight. he nearly kissed her with excitement once she finally gave in to his badgering. y/n noticed this.

though they were watching a slasher film, it was peaceful. they leaned back against headboard, shoulder to shoulder. though they usually ached to touch one another, both were comfortable with the warmth radiating between their parallel bodies.

thirty minutes into the movie, though, his phone started buzzing, rapidly, with text message after text message. stiles didn’t even read the screen. he knew it would be scott or lydia with some dead end lead that he just didn’t want to follow right now. the week had been long. he needed to be human for two hours. he needed to bask in her radiance.

stiles turned it on silent, mumbling out an apology.

y/n,shrugged him off. at first, she didn’t think of anything. but, then, her skepticism started when, ten minutes later, he started checking his screen, with his phone tilted away from any prying eyes- her prying eyes.

“everything okay?” y/n shifted on the bed, crossing her arms over herself.

stiles flinched at the sound of her movement, worried she would glance over and see words that would probably send her running. lydia was messaging him about another dead body. throat slit. scott was also sending texts about the alpha pack. not anything a teenage girl would be too into.

“yep,” he set his phone down, accidentally loudly, on the bedside table. stiles tried to get comfortable, again, though now his heart was pumping with anxiety.

stiles reached out his hand and set it on her thigh. he glanced over at her, grinning. touching her helped draw him back down to earth. y/n met his look, relaxed a little, and leaned her shoulder into his.

stiles turned to her completely, then, gently took her face into his hands. he kissed her.

she responded immediately, arching her body up into his. y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers into his hair, touching the side of his neck. she felt his heartbeat there. it was so fast. she just assumed it was because of making out with her, but it also because of the threat lingering in the air of beacon hills. as they continued to move against each other, he calmed down more and more.

stiles hand slid his other hand up her leg and around her hip, just under her shirt. his mind wandered, for just a moment, as to where his lacrosse hoodie that he had let her borrow was. then, an image of her, cradled in it, sleeping softly in her bed, flashed through his mind. the romantic thought intensified the passion in his touch. y/n felt the electricity burn hotter.

this time was so different than the rest. there was a tenderness in stiles, in his lips, that y/n hadn't ever felt before. it was fueled by something other than just lust, more than a want- it was a need. a need for her, like she was a drug, and he was an addict. she both sobered him up and brought him to the best high of his life. stiles felt it- the ache in his chest when she was away, the whole of it stitching back up in moments like this.

the encounter was borderline love-making.

after it was over, stiles tugged y/n into his arms, holding her closely to his chest. she let him pull her wherever he needed her to be, curling into his body easily.

he ran his fingers through her hair, gently brushing out tangles. the caresses nearly put her to sleep. then, stiles’ spoke, his voice low and close to her ear since his cheek was pressed against her head, “i’ll get up in a second and get you towel.”

she hummed in response, “can you grab me some water, too, please?” her mouth was dry.

stiles nodded, “anything, baby.”

it was just two words, barely an entire sentence, but it meant so much to her. it shocked her nervous system. woke her up.

and it solidified everything for the both of them.

y/n cleaned up once stiles got her a towel. then, he went down to the kitchen to grab her a water bottle as well. while he was gone, she slipped into another one of his hoodies. she sat on the edge of the bed, legs dangling. she hadn’t noticed before, but stiles phone had continued to buzz. it broke her peace.

y/n looked at it. the phone stared back, dauntingly.

she shouldn’t- it wasn’t her place.

she wasn’t that type of girl.

she couldn’t let what sam had done to her be the baseline for every single relationship for the rest of her life. she couldn’t let his stupid decisions ruin her trust for every other guy she’d meet.

especially not stiles. he meant too much to her for sam’s mistakes to demand behaviors from her that would surely ruin it.

but, then it buzzed again. the taunting anxiety and fear washed over her.

what if he was like sam?

she had to know.

y/n looked around, ensuring she really was still alone in his bedroom. she reached out a hand that was beginning to shake and turned the phone over. it was screen down- another giant, waving, teasing red flag.

she retracted her hand like she’d touched a flame.

the screen was black. she stared, blankly, waiting for something to happen. it buzzed again, stirring the silence, lighting up the home screen, and she flinched. the picture behind the notifications was of stiles and his dad. the grin on stiles’ face almost made her smile. but, then, a series of texts popped up.

lydia: where are you????

lydia: need you

lydia: please

ten other texts sat beneath these. she didn’t need to open them.

they were ten texts from lydia.

ten texts in a row from lydia.

y/n’s throat felt tight. she quickly flipped the phone back over, stood from the bed, and started getting dressed, in her own clothes, this time. she was determined to get out of there as quick as she could. she texted danny in the process.

her shirt had landed on stiles desk. she picked it up, tugged it on like a layer of protection against everything. she noticed it had knocked over the picture frame stiles had on his desk. y/n touched it, carefully situating it upright. as she did so, y/n saw lydia’s signature on the back of the drawing.

tears welled up in her eyes.

of course she’d been right again.

stiles came back as soon as she started to pull her shoes on. he paused at the door, clutching her water between his whitening fingers. he was nervous from the pace at which she moved. his eyes followed her around the room as she collected her bag. he attempted to decipher her behavior. what had happened?

“hey,” he called out. she didn’t look up. she didn’t reply. “here’s your water.”

“danny’s coming to get me,” y/n murmured. she shouldered her bag, finally. it overflowing because her things were stuffed messily inside.

“what?” stiles stepped towards her, dark eyes and brows furrowing.

y/n barely met his stare before looking away, “he’ll give you your hoodie back.” she was afraid that if she looked for too long, she’d give in.

“i want you to keep it-“

“monday, probably.”

then, y/n walked right past him, out the door of his bedroom. he turned as she went through, wanting to stop her. but, stiles’ phone started ringing on the bedside table. her steps faltered. she glanced back. stiles glanced at his phone with a distant look. he quickly grabbed it, eliciting a sickened chuckle from her lips.

stiles was completely and utterly confused. he didn’t know what he’d down wrong.

he denied the call, but scrolled through the messages as he chased her down the stairs, hoping answers lay there. stiles was having trouble processing all of the information being thrown at him. he was overwhelmed.

but, from what he understood, he needed to get to the school. lydia was in trouble. he couldn’t ignore the problem this time. they needed his help.

before that, though, he needed to stop y/n. he needed to tell her everything. he still didn’t understand what he’d done to majorly fuck things up right now, to chase her away- but maybe telling her how he felt would help.

“y/n, let me take you home. we can- we can talk about things-“

“don’t,” she had reached the front door, and was ready to run. but, she had turned back to interrupt him as he stumbled over his words. she didn’t want to hear his pathetic excuses.

“don’t what?” he was breathless. “what did i do? what are you talking about?”

y/n’s tears were spilling over her eyes. stiles frowned and reached out a hand. he needed to comfort her, needed to wipe away her tears. his fingers nearly touched her cheek. y/n snapped herself out of leaning into his wanting embrace. she slapped his hand away. stiles flinched back.

“i’m not fucking stupid. don’t play that game with me.”

stiles’ shoulders slouched. he clutched his phone, knuckles white. it continued buzzing. y/n looked down at it. she rolled her eyes and turned back towards the door. her hand clutched the doorknob.

“i’m not playing a game,” stiles stepped forward again, voice lowered from the fear that it would crack. “please, talk-“

y/n was about to turn back to face him, just to argue and fight him, but his phone started ringing. she did look up at him, just to give him an expectant glare, brows raised.

this would answer everything for her, if he took the call, if he chose lydia over her.

he stared back, juggling the device between his hands. stiles didn’t want to answer the phone call from lydia because that would end the fight. he would have to stand there and watch y/n walk out of the door. he needed to fix things with her before she left.

but, then, though the last call had ended, lydia started calling again.

stiles huffed, an apologetic look in his eyes as he answered, “hey, lydia- yeah, i’m on my way.”

he maintained sickening eye contact with her as he hung up the phone. a breath choked out of her throat. she turned on her heel, slammed the front door behind her back, just as danny pulled into the driveway.

stiles had seen this movie before, and he didn’t like the ending.

and, y/n had tried to change the ending this time around, but peter always lost wendy, and wendy had always had to leave neverland.

[miguelschamp]

could i request more fics for isaac😭😭💙

this love

pairing: isaac lahey x reader

summary: after years of not seeing isaac, he shows up at a hangout you’re having with your friends

warnings: mentions of alcohol, characters are aged up

a/n: hi anon ! thank you so much for the request. i hope you enjoy and anyone else who would like to request anything please do. i’m low on motivation lmao

“lydia, i’m really not sure if i can make it.” you say into the phone, “i mean i have so much to do for work.”

“that’s the point. it’ll be a break from all of that.” she says. “and we haven’t all met up in awhile. it’ll be fun.”

you shut your apartment door behind you as you set your bags down, “lydia…”

“please, y/n/n. who knows the next time we’ll all be able to hang out. you know how stiles is about this stuff.”

she was right. you knew stiles was worried about all of you drifting apart. and while you guys had all gone off and got your own jobs and homes, you still met up whenever you could. just standing there now, you can imagine stiles’ puppy dog eyes looking back at you.

“yeah, okay.” you sigh, “i’ll see you guys tonight.”

“yay ! okay, i’ll see you later. bye.”

“bye.” you say before you hang up.

•••

the bar is loud as you walk through the door. you were dressed in a pair of light washed jeans and a crop top. it was a very simply outfit, but you knew your friends would be dressed the same.

you hold your purse close to you as you walk through the bar. your friends were sat all the way in the back as usual. the booth you guys always take whenever you met up there.

a small smile takes over your face as you see stiles telling a story with his hands flying all over. as you get closer, scott looks over at you.

“hey, y/n/n.” he smiles. everyone else at the table turns toward you as you get closer.

“hey, guys !”

“y/n !” lydia says as she gets up to hug you. you laugh as she squeezes you before letting go.

“how are you guys ?”

“great.” stiles nods before taking a sip of his drink. he steps aside as scott gets up.

“i’ll be back.” he says before walking off

“here, y/n/n.” liam says sliding a drink over, “i was the only one nice enough to actually order it for you.”

“because you’re the only one who remembered it, asshole.” malia says

“it’s still odd knowing you can drink now, but thank you.” you chuckle. “where’d scott go ?”

“oh, uh,” stiles starts, “he went to go grab someone.”

you furrow your brows as you scoot in beside lydia, “who ?”

“guys !” scott calls out. you turn in the direction of his voice and your eyes widen.

“oh my god.” you mutter

“hey.” isaac smiles

“hey, isaac.” stiles says awkwardly, “glad to see you, buddy.”

“you’re back from france ?” lydia asks

“uh, yeah.” he nods

scott pats his shoulder, “he’s staying, too. i figured i’d invite him to the meet up.”

“the more the merrier.” lydia shrugs. she looks over at you before nudging you, “right, y/n/n ?”

“huh ?” you blurt out turning to her before looking back up at isaac and smiling, “oh, yes, yeah. the more the merrier.”

isaac smiles nodding. you hear stiles chuckling from the other side of the table. you leg flies out and kicks him in his shin under the table. “ow !”

•••

it had been about two hours since isaac had shown up and everything seemed to be going okay. everyone fell into casual conversation as usual. you laughed along with your friends before looking down at your empty cup.

you turn to lydia, “hey, i’m gonna go grab another drink.”

“okay.” she smiles. you slide out of the booth before heading toward the bar.

you sit on a stool as a bartender comes up to you. “hi, can i get a margarita please ?”

“of course.” she smiles, “coming right up.”

you give a grateful smile back, “thank you.”

as she walks off, you look down at your hands. you look over as someone sits in the stool next to you. your heart beat accelerates as isaac’s blue eyes stare back at you.

“hey.” he says

“hi.” you smile

silence falls between the two of you. you and isaac dated for about a year before he left for france. of course, it hurt, but you knew leaving was probably what was best for him. especially considering he didn’t actually have any family left in beacon hills.

when he left, you guys didn’t keep any contact. you truly thought he wouldn’t ever come back to beacon hills. but as he sat next to you six years later, he looked just as beautiful as he did when he left.

he was of course older and his features were more defined. he had stumble growing across his chin. and to be honest, you loved it. he was older, but he still looked like the same guy you fell in love with.

and as isaac sat across from you, he couldn’t imagine anyone more beautiful. your eyes were still sparkling and full of happiness. your skin and your smile just as gorgeous and as captivating as he remembered. whenever you guys were sat with your friends, he thought you would’ve caught him staring. and now with the two of you alone, he was afraid he wouldn’t ever be able to keep his eyes off of you.

“how have you been ?” he asks

“um, i’m good. i’ve been really busy with work and stuff.” you chuckle, “but i’m good. how about you ? how was france ?”

“it was great.” he smiles, “it felt good to take the time for myself. i really needed it.”

“i understand.” you nod. you look over as a glass is set in front of you, “thank you.”

“no problem.” she says before turning to isaac, “would you like anything, sir ?”

“no, thank you.” he says. the bartender nods before walking off. “so, what do you do for work ?”

“i’m a web developer for a fashion company.” you say

“seriously ?” he asks. you hum in agreement, “that’s amazing, y/n/n. i remember you talking about that a couple of years ago.”

“yeah, it’s not exactly what i wanted to do, but i’m still involved, so it’s amazing.”

“yeah.” he says as you look down at your drink. his eyes soften, “y/n ?”

“hm ?”

“i’m really sorry.” he says. you look over at him with a frown, “i’m sorry for just leaving like that.”

“don’t be.” you say shaking your head, “i understand why you left. honestly, thinking back, i probably would’ve done the same thing.”

“i wanted to call you.” he nods, “and i would’ve, but i didn’t know if you hated me or didn’t want me to contact you. i probably should’ve asked scott, but i knew he had a lot going on.”

“it’s okay, isaac.” you say. isaac can feel his heart skip a beat at the way his name sounded coming from you.

“so, we’re okay ?”

“of course, we are.” you say, “we always will be.”

isaac smiles wide, “great.”

you pull away from your straw to face isaac. his blue eyes following your every move. as you looked at him, you notice the look in his eyes. the same look he would give you anytime he saw you when you were dating. the same look that he still had whenever he told you he was leaving for france.

the look that told you that he loved you and would do anything for you. it was still there.