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stiles: As my mother used to always say: if a cop handcuffs you to a bike rack, there's always something you can gnaw through. kira, concerned: Your mother always said that?
#stira#incorect quotes#stilinski family#stiles stilinski#kira yukimura#teen wolf#why do u think he's like That now#erica stiles and cora are the criminal trio
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Ugh, I only looked for my most popular fic, but my Sterek fic is on there too. And that summary is not mine, which means someone created a summary to post to this site or they had AI do that too. The b.s. is neverending.
does anyone know wtf word-stream.com is or where to send them a takedown request? i just found a bunch of fics, including my own, hosted on this AI slop site—apparently offering what I assume are AI-generated audiobook versions & (equally AI-generated) ratings and reviews. i can’t take a closer look without signing up, which, no thank you, but it looks like they’re hosting the full fics and are peddling a paid subscription for the trouble of hosting them. can someone more knowledgeable than me explain what our options are in this situation?
#sterek#teen wolf#stiles stilinski#derek hale#word-stream#hacks#artificial intelligence#intellectual property theft
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I think this is my first Stilinski-Hale Family incorrects quote?
Derek: Stiles, what are you writing Stiles: Hm? Oh, the FBI wants to know what kind of weapons I keep at home. So, I'm letting them know it's private information. Eli, looking over Stiles's shoulder: …Tata. This just says 'Fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.
#sterek#stiles: i'm one of their best agents#so they better mind their damn business#derek hale#stiles stilinski#eli hale#eli stilinski hale#stilinski hale family#eternal sterek#stiles x derek#derek x stiles#feral stiles stilinski#incorrect teen wolf quotes#incorrect quotes#teen wolf au#teen wolf
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my mental illness has reached a new high so here’s whatever this is
#teen wolf#teen wolf incorrect quotes#scott mccall#lydia martin#stiles stilinski#liam dunbar#theo raeken#kira yukimura#thiam#derek hale
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Derek Hale has PTSD. I think people tend to forget that he wasn't an ass for the hell of it. He put up a rough asshole front to protect himself. He has the ugly symptoms of PTSD. Does it excuse some of his actions? No. But he does deserve some understanding and empathy.
No matter what age you see him as, he just isn't a 'grown ass man'. He had no idea how to take care of himself. He was still mentally that 15 year old who lost everything and was traumatized beyond reason.
Derek continuously kept being kicked while he was down. The poor guy couldn't catch a break. Like have a heart y'all. He was never a villain. An antagonist at one point, yes. Villain, no.
Trauma literally rewires your brain, and that poor kid got enough trauma before the first episode. Derek needed lots of therapy, he needed friends, and he needed a pack.
Derek could literally trust no one. Not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't. He tried his best with what he had, which wasn't much, and he fucked up at times. But he kept trying to do and be better.
#fuji rants#teen wolf#derek hale#derek hale deserved better#derek hale deserves nice things#stiles stilinski is nice things#derek hale has ptsd#not making excuses for him#just explaining him
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Allison Smiles: 8/? ⤿ 1x11 Formality
#teen wolf#allison argent#crystal reed#crystalreededit#allisonargentedit#teenwolfedit#twedit#userbbelcher#chewieblog#userstream#cinemapix#dailyflicks#dailytvfilmgifs#filmtv#tvgifs#tvedit#userayanna#usermem#tusercassy#smiles*#mine*#gifs*#s1#1x11#flashing gif
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#teen wolf#derek hale#stiles stilinski#nogi!stiles#dark!stiles#nogitsune#alpha twins#twedit#3x24#queue
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Stiles: B*tches be like "ThE FoOd iS BurNt" no it's not that's just extra flavor
Derek in the back with a fire extinguisher: ...
Scott on the phone with the fire department: ...
The Sheriff evacuating the house: ...
Erica yelling from outside: I agree!
#teen wolf fandom#teen wolf stiles#teen wolf#scott mccall#derek hale#erica reyes#the sheriff#noah stilinski#derek x stiles#sterek
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kiss it better
stiles x reader
wc: ~1k
like the stydia kiss in season three when stiles is having a panic attack, except you're the one panicking and he kisses you!
obviously details a panic attack so trigger warning for that
"(y/n)?"
stiles knocked softly on your door, frowning at the lack of response. he called your name a few more times to no avail, slowly opening the bedroom door with a deep breath. he called out your name again, sounding his presence before even looking in the room. was he concerned you were unresponsive because you were dead? yes. but he was still a man of respect.
his heart grew heavy in his chest as his eyes fell on your frame. you sat on your window sill, legs curled to your chest and a heavy blanket wrapped around your figure as you balanced on the ledge of the open window. not in a concerning way, stiles decided. you didn't appear ready to jump, but rather more... pensive. he couldn't see much of your face, as you faced the activity on the street below, but he could hear that you were crying. the entire scene was gut-wrenching to him.
you, on the other hand, considered it pathetic.
you didn't hear stiles entering your room, lost in your own world as tears stained your cheeks. your once racing thoughts had been numbed by feelings of dissociation, no longer having the energy to even ruminate anymore. you pulled your weighted blanket tighter around your body, hoping at this point it would just crush you and swallow you whole. you nearly fell out the window at the the sound of stiles calling out your name.
"... (y/n)?
you turned to face him, and you swore he almost looked as sad as you did.
he stepped hesitantly towards you. "i'm sorry, we just, we haven't heard from you all day. are you... are you okay?"
the fatal question.
as soon as the words came out of his mouth, you choked out a sob. the emotions you had detached yourself from came flooding back into your system, and you lost control.
you couldn't breathe. you couldn't think, yet that was somehow all you were able to do -- no words would come out no matter how hard you tried. stiles ran to your side immediately, pulling you from the window and onto the ground. he tugged you against his chest, holding you as tight as he possibly could as if he was afraid you'd run.
as if you had that kind of control over your body in this moment. you felt yourself beginning to hyperventilate, no longer feeling like you could get any oxygen into your lungs. it made you panic more, and while you knew stiles was talking to you, begging for your attention, you just couldn't seem to pull out of it.
everything was overwhelming again, and you felt like you were in a trance -- if a trance could be absolute hell. you needed to snap out of it. you screamed in your head, begging, pleading with your brain to think rationally.
it was no use. you were stuck like this forever, you thought.
stiles didn't know what to do. he'd dealt with his own panic attacks before, but seeing you in one short-circuited his brain. he was panicking himself, the thought of you hurting this badly physically bringing him pain. he pulled you off his chest, trying to get you to look in his eyes. trying to pull you out of it.
"(y/n), please, I need you to listen to me."
"please, just please look at me."
"i need you to breathe, please, i need you to listen to me. you're right here, I'm here, you're safe. whatever this is, it's okay, I promise, just, please."
there was nothing you wanted more than to cooperate, but you weren't in control anymore. you sobbed harder, feeling defeated.
stiles' breathing was getting quicker too, feeling helpless. he just needed you to hear him, to come back to the present. he needed you to breathe, he needed you to breathe, he just --
his lips hit yours with a force, silencing your mind in an instant. your eyes widened as you felt him against you, his hands pressing on either side of your face holding you close to him. you saw his eyes squeezed shut tightly. you felt his choppy exhale against your face. suddenly, you were here again -- present. you could smell his cologne and hear your stereo playing softly in the background.
your eyes fluttered closed and stiles let out a sigh into your mouth as he finally felt you relax against him. he held there for a moment, his soft lips on your chapped and swollen ones, lightly running his fingers through your hair as he felt your body begin to calm down. you let out a shaky exhale through your nose as you laid a hand against his chest, and he knew you had come back down to earth.
he pulled back slowly, his eyes opening to lock with yours. your lips remained slightly parted, shaky breaths coming out at a much slower pace than just moments before. you both just sat there, inches from one another, and your eyebrows furrowed as you took in what just happened. his eyes flickered down to your lips, causing him to lick his own subconsciously.
stiles spoke first. "i, um,"
"i read somewhere once that holding your breath can help stop a panic attack."
he paused for a moment to clear his throat. "so, when I kissed you, you, uh, you held your breath."
"oh,"
"yeah,"
you nodded slowly, feeling your heart rate return to normal for what felt like the first time in days. you leaned back slightly, taking in his whole frame. you took a deep breath, butterflies beginning to replace the sickly feeling in your stomach. "thank you."
"no problem."
#dylan o'brian imagine#imagine#stiles stilinksi fanfiction#stiles stilinski#stiles x reader#teen wolf#teen wolf stiles#beacon hill#scott mccall#derek hale#stydia#stiles stilinksi imagine#stiles stilinksi x reader#dylan o'brian x reader#dylan o'brien#stiles x oc#one shot#hurt/comfort#friends to lovers#angst with a happy ending#angst#panic attack
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stiles, meeting derek hale: feeling normal about that weird guy in the woods *after a short mostly one sided conversation* stiles: no longer feeling normal I need to fuck him
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Every Sciles Touch 1x11 ☾ Formality
#teen wolf#sciles#scott mccall#stiles stilinski#jackson whittemore#tyler posey#dylan o'brien#scilesedit#scottmccalledit#stilesedit#foreversciles#est*#twedit#teenwolfedit#dobedit#cinemapix#filmtv#dailyflicks#tvedit#tvgifs#userayanna#usermem#tusercassy#userrlaura#scilesbee#myedits#1x11#gif 1 scott is so turned on
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teen wolf boys and their love languages:
a/n: this is not proofread and it’s also my first post so be nice or i’ll cry lolol ( most of these can be read as platonic or romantic ) ok bye
scott: acts of service. hear me out: this boy takes care of EVERYONE. he’s the alpha, he always has to know the answers. the pack has a problem? everyone goes to him to help. so the moment you do something for him? he’s so relieved. it takes the constant weight off of his shoulders, if only for a little bit. and he might not say it, but he appreciates it so much. even if it’s as simple as helping him with his homework or doing some of the chores around his house he’s so dumb struck he doesn’t know what to do with himself. once, you brought his mom dinner when she had an overnight shift at the hospital and he swore to himself he would marry you. he’s so used to everyone needing him he’s never considering his own needs.
stiles: this. man. loves. TOUCH. his adhd makes his self control and impulses non-existent. if he wants to touch you, he’ll do it. he’ll hug you from behind or hold your hand or put his hand in your back pocket. sitting next to each other? your thighs are pressed together. across the table? he’s playing footsies with you. in class? his seat is right next to yours so he can reach his foot out to nudge you. sleepover? you’re cuddling ( and yes, sometimes he is the little spoon ). he always has to be touching you no matter what. maybe it’s the fact that he feels if he doesn’t, he’ll lose you the way he lost his mom. even platonic stiles is very loose with his touch. high fives, fist bumps, stupid secret handshakes, hugs, etc.
isaac: everyone saying physical touch because he’s been touch starved: you’re not wrong but i think it’s mainly words of affirmation. he’s so used to being told he’s worthless, that he’s disposable, easy to throw away. so the moment you tell him you appreciate him, that he makes you smile, that you’re proud of him, that he has VALUE, he has a hard time containing how loved it makes him feel. he often freezes up and mutters an awkward “thank you”. even if it’s just a simple “good job” for getting a good grade on a test, it helps him unlearn all of the negative beliefs about himself his dad imposed on him. he would be into physical touch with his romantic partner and people he’s close to but words of affirmation is gold.
liam: i had a tough time with liam but i think his would be quality time/body doubling. liam has always had a hard time with people wanting to be around him. they always treat him as fragile because of his IED, thinking that he’s one step away from going off. even more so when he became a werewolf. so for you to willingly spend time with him without any expectations involved? it makes him feel like maybe he isn’t all bad. you could be doing homework in his room together or watching a movie on the couch or literally sitting next to each other staring at a wall. he’s just happy someone wants to be around him and isn’t treating him like they’re walking on eggshells. liam only wants to feel like he’s normal and you’re happy to provide that for him.
derek: i was trying to do a different one for each of them but i feel like derek is a mix of acts of service and quality time. he’s had to rely on himself from such a young age that he’s grown self-sufficient to a fault. and when he was an alpha, he had to learn to take care of others and like scott, i think it took a toll on him to have to be the wise leader who always knows the answers. in that sense, i do think he knows what he wants. so if he asks for something, you’re happy to comply. now as to why i think quality time is also a big thing for him. he knows he can’t be alone all the time. but even with that, sometimes he doesn’t want to talk. sometimes he only needs your presence to reassure him he’s not alone. derek is a strong, silent type and i think that reflects in his needs.
#teen wolf#x reader#stiles stilinski#scott mccall#liam dunbar#isaac lahey#derek hale#stiles stilinksi x reader#scott mccall x reader#liam dunbar x reader#isaac lahey x reader#derek hale x reader
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secret santa [ficmas day 12] [stiles stilinski x afab!reader]
↳ masterlist ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist ↳ ficmas 2024
@mayfieldss: Since you're extending ficmas may I request stiles stilinski and secret santa plssssss
author's note: my boyfriend said that if teen wolf had modern slang it would be one of the worst things he'd ever watch
playlist:
buy me presents -- sabrina carpenter
christmas caller -- beach bunny
santa, can't you hear me -- kelly clarkson & ariana grande
"Why did Lydia think this was a good idea?" Stiles groaned, opening the 'Secret Santa email.' Scott was sitting on his bed doing homework while Stiles debated the merits of ignoring the email.
"Because she says this is cheaper than us all having to get gifts for each other."
Stiles ignored that comment and opened the email to receive his assignment. He could think of a few different ideas for the various people in his life. Scott was easy; they were best friends. Isaac could get an embroidered scarf that said, 'I'm bitter for no reason.' Derek could get a new personality, although Stiles didn't know how much that would cost.
He watched the wheel spin on the automated Secret Santa email, and against his best wishes, he got your name.
"No, no, no," Stiles kept trying to refresh the page, hoping for a different answer. Scott looked up in personality, getting off the bed to see his screen. He started laughing when he saw your name.
"You're screwed."
"This is awful!" Stiles spun around in his chair. "I can't get the girl I like a gift; she's going to hate it."
"Probably."
"Has anyone ever told you that you're not helpful?" Stiles looked at Scott, raising his brow. Scott patted him on the shoulder. Stiles hit his shoulder, and it quickly devolved into a wrestling match with Stiles in a headlock and Scott getting kicked in the face. Sheriff Stilinski entered a second later. He took one look at the scene and left a second later.
After Stiles lost in wrestling, they ended up at the mall. They agreed that it was the most likely place to find a gift. Scott had to shop for Isaac, which Stiles was weirdly envying at this moment.
"Okay, we're going to split up. Meet in an hour at the food court."
"For food?"
"Yes," Stiles sighed. "And to check progress."
"But also for food?" Scott questioned. "I've been craving a corndog."
"Scott, I need you to lock in," Stiles groaned. He had been staring out at the bright expanse of the mall and was already developing a migraine. "We have a mission."
"You have a mission," Scott nudged Stiles with his shoulder. "I'm doing fine."
"I really hate you," Stiles muttered as Scott took off towards whatever he smelled. Likely a pretzel. He was strangely food-motivated.
Stiles checked out Bath and Body Works first, but after feeling like he would pass out from the smells, he elected to leave. He wandered into a Brandy Melville and got offended by the sizing (or lack thereof). He then sat on a bench outside the darkest clothing store he'd ever seen. Just as Stiles wished for divine intervention, Lydia came into sight. She beelined over to him immediately.
"Do I want to know why you're here?" she asked, arms crossed. Stiles squinted up at her.
"Because of your stupid Secret Santa and my stupid assignment," Stiles said, sinking further into his bench. Lydia sat down next to him.
"You got Y/N, didn't you?"
"How–"
"I know things," Lydia pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Stiles glared at her. She crossed her legs, looking over at Stiles. "I'm going to help you because you make me sad."
"Thanks."
"What have you thought of so far?"
Stiles pondered for a second.
"A sexy candle."
"Okay, I'm going to say no to that immediately," Lydia opened her purse, grabbed out a lipgloss, and reapplied it. Stiles had no idea why she needed to reapply it. "Let's go look around at a few places."
Stiles wished for Scott in that moment. Scott didn't stress him out to no end. Lydia dragged him to eleven different stores and shot down almost all of his ideas. He was ready to quit, move to a different state, and change his name in order to avoid disappointing you at Secret Santa. You were too important to him to disappoint. Right as Stiles' legs started hurting, he saw one store that gave him pause.
"I'm going in there," Stiles announced, ignoring Lydia's protests. It was a traditional gift store with various accessories, gag gifts, home decor, and more. He avoided the seasonal aisle and the stupid kitchen towels with quotes on them to make a beeline for the kids' section, specifically the stuffed animal section.
He saw a floppy Snoopy and pulled it off the top shelf. Stiles showed Lydia.
"What do you think?" Stiles asked. He was out of breath from his quick run into the store. "She loves Snoopy; she mentions it whenever there's a Snoopy thing."
Lydia smiled, taking the Snoopy from him. She gave it a few squishes for good measure.
"It's perfect; nice job, Stiles."
"Thank you," Stiles beamed. He tossed the Snoopy back and forth between his hands. "Who did you get for Secret Santa?"
"Derek."
"Just get him a new personality."
"I hope you know that both you and Y/N said that," Lydia rolled her eyes. Stiles grinned, moving to the cash register to buy his Snoopy. He paid a little extra to get it wrapped (he can't wrap it for his life) and skipped out of the store. Stiles pulled out his phone to check the time, guessing he should probably be catching back up with Scott. He, of course, ran into you at that exact moment.
Literally ran into it.
"Hey, Stiles," you laughed, catching him by the shoulders. His cheeks burned red as he saw who it was.
"Hey!" he grimaced. "What are you doing here?"
"Probably the same as you, Secret Santa shopping," you shrugged. He liked whatever you did with your hair today. However, Stiles has always loved whatever you did. You eyed the bag in his hand. "Did you get something already?"
"Yeah…I had help from Lydia," Stiles scratched the back of his neck.
"I'll see you around, Stilinski," you punched his shoulder, running off to who knows where. Stiles was still frozen in place a second later. He shook himself out of his stupor, immediately running to the food court to look for Scott.
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Scott and Stiles showed up in matching ugly Christmas sweaters to Lydia's Secret Santa party. They were very proud that they found not one but two of them at Goodwill and felt it was a theme to show up in. Lydia was not amused.
She almost refused to let them in.
Stiles was excited to see that you were already there. You had on sparkly tights and a sweater dress, and Stiles was once again struck by the thought that you were the prettiest girl in the room. He suddenly felt very stupid in his sweater. You took notice as he approached.
"Oh, that's hilarious," you laughed, reading his top. It had all the reindeer decorating the tree on top of each other, saying 'Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, on top of Vixen.'
"That's what I thought. Lydia disagrees," Stiles sat down next to you. You curled up your legs underneath you.
"Lydia is stressed about the party."
"She throws the best parties; why is she stressed?" Stiles saw a platter of cookies out on the coffee table and took one for himself. He offered you half.
"Probably because you have to constantly be stressed to throw the best parties." You accepted half of his cookie.
"Touche."
Stiles was gleeful that he could talk to you until the present reveals started. Everyone else showed up, and at forty-five minutes past the hour, Lydia called everyone to attention to exchange gifts. Suddenly, Stiles felt very nervous.
It was easy for him to get caught up in everyone else's excitement and forget about his own doom, so when he received his gift (some nice plaid shirts from Allison), he got all clammy as he handed you yours. Your eyes lit up as you saw the bag.
"I knew it was for me," you whispered, recognizing the bag from the mall. Stiles shrugged, wringing his hands. You unwrapped it carefully and then let out a squeal of delight as you saw the Snoopy. Stiles let out a sigh of relief.
"I know you love Snoopy."
"Not just any Snoopy, Joe Cool Snoopy," you grinned, hugging the plush to your chest. "He's really cool."
"That's why they call him Joe Cool," Stiles answered. Lydia gave him a subtle nod from the other side of the room. Everyone else got to open their gifts, which is when Lydia brought out the champagne she stole from her Mom's stash. Very quickly, everyone got a pleasant buzz that only made the conversation louder. You nudged Stiles and gestured towards the kitchen, Snoopy still in hand. He followed after you.
You launched yourself at him as soon as you got in the kitchen.
"The gift is perfect," you mumbled, voice blocked by his shirt. Stiles thought you smelled like peppermint. You pulled away to look at him. "Thank you."
"A-Anything for you," Stiles stuttered, struck by how close you guys were. You didn't seem to notice or mind.
"I have a gift for you."
"You didn't get me in Secret Santa," Stiles asked, confused. You just shook your head.
"A gift of my own volition."
You leaned up and kissed him, lips still tasting of champagne. Stiles could do nothing but melt into you. He was dumbstruck when you parted.
"Merry Christmas, Stiles," you hummed. Stiles grinned, kissing you again.
"Merry Christmas, Y/N."
#stiles stilinski#stiles stilinski x reader#dylan obrien#dylan obrien x reader#teen wolf#teen wolf fics#my writing#ficmas#ficmas 2024
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How I lowkey imagine Sterek handling the betas in my au:
After the betas flaunted about in public
Derek: *absolutely facepalming, questioning his life choices and glaring*
Stiles: *smirking at his distress and frustration* They're teenagers, you should've known this was gonna happen
Later, when Derek’s left
Stiles: What in the actual fuck were you guys thinking! Do none of you know what subtle means!?!
#sterek#stiles stilinski#derek hale#the wonder betas#eternal sterek#stiles x derek#derek x stiles#incorrect teen wolf quotes#incorrect quotes#same age stiles and derek#teen wolf au#teen wolf
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