#void stiles one shot

[uhhhj13iguess]

in his flannel

stiles x reader (no (y/n) use)

wc: ~900

a best friends to lovers trope is at no moment NOT running through my head

when stiles opened the door, his mouth was dry on impact. there you stood, innocent and ready to study for your upcoming test -- in his flannel. he didn’t remember when it came into your possession, but he didn’t care.

he didnt even know he wanted so badly to see you in his clothing, until now, where he just can't seem to take his eyes off of you.

you.

in his shirt.

"stiles? can i come in, or..."

you spoke suddenly, breaking stiles from his trance. he shook his head dramatically, cringing at his first impression at the door.

"yeah jesus sorry, come in."

he stepped out of the way, making small talk as you made your way to his room, unloading your textbooks and notes across his bed. you sprawled out, laying on your stomach as you began to flip through the pages. stiles' eyes once again fell to the way his flannel fell against the curves of your body, his own feeling too hot suddenly.

he hadn't really thought of you this way before. okay, that was a lie, but he never took it seriously. he’d known you forever, and anytime he felt you unconsciously slip into his thoughts, he felt embarrassed to be thinking of his best friend like that and pushed it away. but now, seeing a shirt he had worn a few days earlier now draped over what he can only presume as your bare torso, he was torn between feelings of cuteness aggression and wanting to rip the shirt off of you.

you could sense the gaze, looking towards his frame slumped at his desk, smiling as he turned away as though he'd been caught.

he cleared his throat. "so. where do you want to start?"

you weighed your response carefully.

stiles had left his flannel in your car the other night after dropping him off, and you hadn't taken it off since. originally, you'd put it in your backpack to bring to him the next day, however after being sleepless long enough, you grabbed it, hoping the extra warmth would send you dreaming.

you were awake the rest of the night.

you couldn't get over the smell. when his scent first hit your nose, you found it calming, sure it would bring you a sense of comfort and immediately put you to sleep. as it turns out, it was taunting.

with the smell of espresso and fresh linen overwhelming you, the only thing on your mind was stiles. everything about him, every memory of you two, every accidental touch -- suddenly, it was all you could think about.

in the back of your mind, you always knew there was something special about him. something deeper within him that drew the two of you together. stiles made you feel every single thing with so much more passion, so much more intention. but you'd brushed it off, convincing yourself you were crazy.

that he didn't feel that way.

but he was flustered, and you hoped you were right about why.

"so, where do you want to start?"

you let out a hum, toying with the topmost button on his flannel, blushing as you noticed his eyes honed in on your actions. you sat up slowly, trying to build any ounce of courage you had.

"i want to start with why you're being so weird today."

stiles cleared his thoat, scratching the back of his head and turning back towards his desk. he shuffled his papers. "I, uh I mean, I don't know what you're talking about, I'm being completely normal."

you sat up facing him, tugging at his sleeves. "sti-"

"why are you wearing my shirt?"

your eyes shot up and you frowned immediately. suddenly uncomfortable, you wrapped your arms around your waist and looked down.

"oh, im sorry, you left it in my car and I didn't think it would be--"

"no no it's okay i just-"

"-- an issue, i have a sweatshirt in my bag I can--"

"-- i like it"

you looked up at him, completely silent. your brain fought hard to process what he said and how you could be reading it incorrectly.

"you..."

"i'm sorry, i, that sounded weird, jesus. i just mean its fine that you, you know you're wearing it, and--"

"stiles."

he shut up. he knew he was rambling and he just hoped he wasn’t reading the situation incorrectly. he locked eyes with you, anxious and listless.

"i wore it so you would notice."

stiles felt hot again.

he took a shaky breath, trying to think past the growing tension in the room. he wheeled his chair closer where you were sitting.

"oh"

you swung your feet over the edge of the bed.

"yeah"

both of you would swear that time stopped. the air got thick, and the moment was a blur. you don't know who made the first move, but suddenly you were both standing, your lips against each other in a relieving kiss. neither of you had allowed yourselves to imagine this moment seriously, yet here it was, and you had no idea how you’d lived without it before this.

his lips moved sweetly across yours, nervous but needy. it felt like forever before you pulled away, your body impatiently reminding you of its need to breathe.

both of you blushed, foreheads touching as you relished in the moment.

"i think i'm going to start forgetting my clothes around you more often."

[fionajames]

Lemme request something Void! related. Preferably Sterek. No x reader please. Even just Sterek friendship!

Devoid of All Emotion

A/N: OML TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST!!! I AM SO GRATEFUL, YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Now to explain, I would ship Sterek but the thing is, yk, the age gap, so unless it's an au or a few years into the future when it's more natural, I view Stiles and Derek as platonic soulmates. I really hope you enjoy and PLEASE, TEEN WOLF PEOPLE, SEND REQUESTS.

(divider by @saradika-graphics)

Three seconds breath in, three seconds hold, three seconds breath out. 

Three in, three hold, three out.

In, hold, out.

Three, three, three.

The rhythmic breathing was beginning to ache in his chest as the man exhaled steadily, attempting to steel himself as he stared at the orange hues of sunset. Inside the apartment, beyond the door, he could hear the Sheriff’s attempt at resurfacing whatever remained of his son.

In, hold, out.

Derek glanced to his side, where Allison was gnawing on the ends of her fingernails, glancing to her dad every few moments. He could smell the anxiety rolling off of her, grief twisting with it as she sighed loudly. Emotional pain drifted in the air, stronger and heavier than anything else.

“You’re not my son,” the words floated into Derek’s ears as the tiny flickering spark of hope in his stomach was quenched with the snapping sound of metal being broken. Stiles was gone. He blinked languidly, his own grief growing inside of him. 

Argent was the calmest one present, as predicted, and waves of chilling cool rolled off of him. It was relieving to Derek’s overwhelmed senses, and he focused on that instead of Allison’s frantic panic as they entered the loft.

He followed Argent with monotonous steps, watching out of the corner of his eye as Allison sucked in a breath, positioning herself diagonally from Stiles. 

No, a voice in his head rasped, and Derek scanned the boy’s face hopelessly. That’s not Stiles.

Abruptly the weight of the situation came crashing down on him. That wasn’t Stiles in front of him, that was the Nogitsune, controlling the boy he once knew. Stiles was smart and mischievous, witty and quick-thinking, but he had this bubbly energy that had originally annoyed Derek to all ends. 

But now, he would give anything for a cheerful humorous quip to come from Stiles’ lips, instead, the Nogitsune watched contently, as though everything he’d planned was slotting into place. It was using Stiles’ body like a puppet, and Derek could practically picture the red strings tied to the boy’s every limb, controlling his every move.

Allison attempted to tase the Nogitsune, but it raised its fists effortlessly and caught the electricity. Sure, Derek hadn’t thought the taser would affect the monster, but he hadn’t expected it to catch it. He pushed down the fear rising in his stomach, trying desperately to picture something other than Stiles in front of him.

And then the Nogitsune yanked the electricity, and Allison’s eyes grew wide with horror as the taser was ripped from her grip with careless ease, thrown to the side of the room. 

Rage washed over Derek as he stared at the monster in front of him, controlling Stiles’ body and taunting him without even realising. It was as though someone had taken a blade dripping with wolfsbane and plunged it through his heart, twisting constantly. 

He’d been too afraid to admit it, even to himself, but Derek was aware his anchor had changed. The moment he’d met Stiles’ teary eyed gaze in this very same place, nearly two months before, he’d known. It had taken him a mere matter of seconds to believe the words that came from Stiles’ mouth, and with that Scott’s. He’d nearly killed Jen– the Darach right then and there.

Stiles was a cheerful boy, even if he had darkness inside of him that he rarely talked about. Derek was aware of how soulmates worked, whether they were platonic or romantic, it took a werewolf - or were creature of some sort - to feel the bond. He hadn’t recognised it at first, but Stiles was in fact his other half, and even though there were no romantic connections tying them together, Derek loathed the idea of hurting him.

But this wasn’t Stiles, this was the Nogitsune.

Derek snarled and lunged forward, aiming to grab the back of the boy’s head, only for the Nogitsune to grab him by the arm and twist. A cry of pain escaped his lips as he heard and felt his arm break as his shirt was grabbed and his head was slammed into the table. In one swift motion he was thrown into the pillar, and he groaned when pain erupted from his ribs as his back hit the plaster and he fell to the floor.

Not Stiles, he told himself. Nogitsune.

A click ran through the room, and Derek lifted his head to stare at Argent through the haze of pain glazing over his eyes. The sound of safety being switched off on a gun. Said gun was pointed directly at Stiles’ head. It didn’t matter if it was the Nogitsune, because that was Stiles’ body it was controlling, and a bullet to the head would kill him.

“Argent, listen to me,” the Sheriff began, reaching out a hand as though to calm a frightened animal. “Don’t do this.” Derek rose to his feet, because even though he was sure he’d broken a few ribs and it hurt like hell - even though it would heal - he wasn’t going to just watch Argent shoot his anchor. 

Not just his anchor, his other half.

“Why not?” Argent mused calmly, but Derek could smell the tinge of guilt amongst the collected calm. “I’ve done it before; werewolves, berserkers, I can easily add a Nogitsune to the list.” The Sheriff responded immediately, raising his gun and clicking off the safety smoothly, pointing it at Argent’s head.

Derek saw Stiles’ mouth form an ‘o’, eyes widening and brows shooting up, as though he wasn’t surprised, just amused. It made him feel sick. 

Argent glanced at the Sheriff. “You’re not gonna shoot my son,” the man told him firmly, and the stench of fear spilling off of him was acidic to Derek’s senses.

“You said it yourself, Sheriff,” Argent told him, turning back to look at the Nogitsune. “That’s not your son.” The Nogitsune tilted Stiles’ head mockingly, taunting Argent silently, teasing him. Derek wanted to scream.

“Put it down,” the Sheriff firmly ordered, yet Argent didn’t flinch. “Put it down.”

“Dad, he’s gonna shoot me,” the Nogitsune whispered, fear seeping through its words. But the fear was fake, an attempt to guilt trip the Sheriff into listening. Derek reminded himself yet again; this was the Nogitsune, not Stiles. Not his Stiles. “He’s gonna kill me, Dad.”

“Put the gun down,” the Sheriff repeated, glancing at the body of his son again. 

“Don’t listen,” Argent told him.

“Put it down!” The Sheriff’s voice grew louder and stronger. “Now! Do it! Put it down!”

The Nogitsune turned Stiles’ head, staring Argent in the eyes. And yet, as it spoke, something inside of Derek tinged, and he knew that the words were Stiles’, not the spirit’s. “Pull the trigger, come on.” The Nogitsune was playing it off as a taunt, but Derek could feel the heavy presence of Stiles in the words, begging Argent to kill him so the spirit would leave.

Horror was swimming in Derek’s stomach, getting harder and harder to push down. He wanted to grab Stiles and drag him away, but this wasn’t Stiles. Yet, it had Stiles’ body, and if any harm came to the boy’s body, it wasn’t just affecting the Nogitsune. It was doing well, and he knew that, it was pulling on everyone’s heartstrings and taunting them into doing exactly what it wanted.

Derek hated it.

“Listen to me, you put the gun down now!” The Sheriff shouted, and Derek watched the horror melt Argent’s features, as though he realised exactly what was happening.

“Dad!” Allison pleaded, and Derek wanted to join her in begging them to stop, but he couldn’t drag his eyes from Stiles’ face. Devoid of all emotion, completely void. 

“Shoot me!” Stiles screamed, and yet again, it was Stiles. The Nogitsune couldn’t completely control the boy, but it was manipulating his body language and tone, but the words themselves were all Stiles. Derek despised it. This was Stiles, his anchor, his other half, begging for Argent to put a bullet through his head to save his friends, to save everyone. Stiles begging for his own death. It filled Derek with a new kind of emotion, one he couldn’t quite decipher, but it was strong.

“Put the gun down!”

“Shoot me!”

“Argent, you put it down!”

“Strife,” came Allison’s whisper, and Derek’s gaze broke from Stiles’ face, realisation hitting him. The colours of sunset were fading to darkness, and his heart ached. The Onii were on their way, on their way to kill the Nogitsune, and in the process, Stiles. His Stiles.

“Put it down! Put it down!”

“Stop!” Allison screeched. “Stop it! This is what he wants! This is exactly what he wants!”

“Not exactly,” the Nogitsune intervened, and a rush of sharp coldness like an icy river shot through Derek’s soul, engulfing him in frigid iciness. “I was kinda hoping Scott would be here. But I’m glad you all have your guns out, because you aren’t here to kill me. You’re here to protect me.”

The Nogitsune turned and stepped backwards, between the Sheriff and Argent as four dark figures materialised out of nowhere. The Onii slashed the swords ominously, and Derek hated to admit that the Nogitsune was right. He wasn’t going to let the shadowy figures even brush against Stiles. Never.

And then the two men opened fire on the shadows, and Derek slipped round to meet Allison on the other side, encircling Stiles. 

The fight was a blur, literally, because the Onii seemed to be pure shadow. At some point, one of their swords sliced Derek’s shoulder, and he cried out in pain. They eventually dissipated, and when he turned around, Stiles was gone, nowhere to be seen. The others left shortly after.

A sigh escaped his lips as he splashed his face with water as the ache in his chest grew, licking up inside his throat and burning. His other half was out there somewhere, trapped inside his own body with no control as the Nogitsune continued to puppet him.

The idea sent more rage rocketing through Derek’s body and he leaned his forehead against the wall. Nothing was ever simple in Beacon Hills, and now they had to somehow yank a spirit from a human boy’s body. 

But they would, Derek knew that. Because he wasn’t going to give up until Stiles was back and the Nogitsune was gone. Whatever it took.

A/N: tysm for reading!!! i hope you enjoyed!!!! please send requests, im actually begging you.

(taglist: @skellymom, @techs-goggles9902, dm me if you wish to be added or removed)

[camellcat]

to go ahead and start off my new awesome Teen Wolf obsession, here are some Void Stiles doodles as I try and figure out how I wanna draw him

up next: Scott McCall (and more Stiles) :D

[freedomfireflies]

Weedboiii Void | 10. Meet Scott

Summary: Royal is a patient at Eichen House. Colin happens to be, too. But this mysterious boy is more than just fake blonde hair and weed.

He's also the voice in his head.

Word Count: 1.7k

“Okay, I know I have a pain kink, but is this really the best way to—”

Royal slams the door shut the moment they’ve crossed the threshold, releasing her iron-like grip on Colin’s wrist to peer out the small window.

Once she’s sure the coast is clear, and they haven’t been followed by any guards, she turns around to face him.

He stands a few feet away from her bed, eyes flicking around the small space with intrigue. “Huh. S’nicer than mine.”

Her hands find her hips. “All the rooms are the same.”

A hum comes from deep in the back of his throat. “Not mine.”

“What do you mean?”

He looks over. “You remember The Cage, right?”

Her expression drops. “I…I thought you’ve only been in there once—”

“Not quite,” he corrects with a rather haughty smirk. “But it’s fine. I’ve gotten used to the quiet.”

She swallows the guilt attempting to needle at her, watching as he lazily moves for the small, twin mattress before flopping down.

“All right,” he begins, hands crossing over his lap as he leans back against the wall. “Start talking.”

She takes a deep breath, looking for the right words, and for the push she needs to admit something she’s not sure she should. “I…I’m in here for a reason.”

His brow raises. “Yeah. No, I got that part.”

Her head shakes. “No, not…not just for that, I…I…”

He waits.

“I wanted…to be in here.”

He doesn’t have the reaction she thought he’d have, and she’s not sure whether to be grateful or terrified. 

“Okay,” he says, waiting for more.

Another deep breath. “I…I didn’t know…about…you know…the thing,” she stammers, hoping that if she doesn’t say his name, he won’t be tempted to return.

Colin’s head tilts. “What thing?”

“You know,” she whispers. “The thing. The thing you were trying to get rid of.”

He blinks. “Uh…the mole on my back?”

“No,” she finally hisses. “The thing that you had that now I have that you’re all mad about. The thing.”

Now it clicks. His expression hardens and she watches the way his fingers flex in his lap. “Yeah. Right. Okay, what about it?”

“I didn’t know…you had it, or even what it was,” she repeats cautiously. “But I was…I was looking for it.”

He seems to steel himself, straightening up against the wall as he regards her. “Okay. Why?”

She swallows thickly and takes a step closer to him, lowering her voice some as she murmurs, “Because I need it to help me find somebody I lost.”

His eyes narrow. “Who?”

She begins to pick at her cuticles nervously, glancing down toward his sweatpants before moving to sit beside him on the bed. “An old friend of mine.”

“Yeah, m’gonna need more than that.”

He sounds angry, something Royal assumed he might be, but still…he’s listening. And that’s more than she can say for anybody else.

“He was…he was really important to me,” she begins, eyes falling across Colin’s face before she looks toward the window. “He was admitted to Eichen House a few months before our senior year of high school. It was…it was really bad for him. Here. I don’t know everything that happened but I know that once he walked through these doors…he never walked back out.”

He’s quiet. Pensive. 

She barrels on. “I tried everything I could think of to figure out what happened, but…nobody would tell me. They wouldn’t let me in if I wasn’t a patient, and his family had no idea what to do, so…I did a little research.”

Colin’s brow raises.

“Not on you,” she corrects quickly. “Just…on some of the lawsuits Eichen House has faced in the past. To see if maybe he was one of them, and that’s when I learned about…the thing.”

“The thing,” he repeats slowly.

“Yeah. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew that it had been around during the same time that my friend was here,” she tells him. “I thought maybe…it would tell me where to find him.”

Another moment of tense silence as Colin looks away from her and toward the floor.

She waits, rather nervously. She’s not sure why. Maybe she’s hoping for his approval or his forgiveness or understanding. Either way, with each second that he refuses to grace her with his reply, the worse the ache in her chest gets. 

Then, he purses his lips together. “Do you think it can? Help you, I mean?”

“I think it can,” she says. “I just don’t think it’ll want to.”

He makes a noise that resembles an amused snort. “Right, well…”

He stops.

Her heart sinks.

Then, he looks over. “Could’ve just told me that, you know.”

She feels her cheeks flush. “I didn’t want it to know,” she explains gingerly. “I thought if it knew…it wouldn’t cooperate. I wasn’t sure how much it could hear—I’m still not sure, but…I also wanted to help you.”

His reaction is conflicted. Features twisting between gratitude and disgust. “You didn’t want to help me; you just needed me—”

“No.” Her head shakes, tone a bit firmer this time. “No, I did want to help you. At first, I was only going to talk to it through you, but I didn’t know it was killing you. And when I finally figured that out, I realized…I didn’t want it to.”

His eyes narrow.  “And I’m supposed to believe you now?”

She shrugs. “I guess not. But…it’s true. I’m sorry I tricked you, but I’m not sorry that you’re alive. I wouldn’t change that. Not for anything.”

She can tell he wants to be annoyed, but instead…he looks away.

They sit in the silence for a moment longer before he finally murmurs, “So…what was he like? Your friend?”

She smiles, her entire face lighting up with excitement as he suddenly springs onto her feet and grabs his hand. “I’ll show you.”

A bit hesitantly, Colin lets himself be dragged off the bed and toward the hallway, eyeing her closely. “Uh…where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

He shuffles along behind her as she tugs him down the hallway and toward the second floor. “Seriously, what the hell are you doing? I thought you said he wasn’t here anymore—”

“He’s not,” she confirms. “But his picture is.”

He seems confused. “What?”

But she doesn’t bother responding, instead choosing to let him see for himself.

They make it to the office, where all the important documents and files on each patient are kept. They pause to check their surroundings and make sure the coast is clear before Royal yanks him forward and surges toward the door.

More than confused, Colin stumbles after her, eyeing the cabinets that line the walls rather suspiciously. “Uh…what—”

The sound of a drawer being wrenched open cuts his question short as she eagerly rifles through the folders inside. She looks for the familiar name, scanning each tab quickly while calling, “What’s the time?”

He looks around for a clock. “Um…eight past one.”

She nods. “Okay, that gives us two minutes before the nurse comes back.”

He turns to her. “So…you’ve done this before.”

Another nod. “Yeah. It’s the only way I can…”

She trails off, the rest of the sentence catching on the lump in her throat. 

Thankfully, Colin doesn’t push. “Okay, well, hurry the fuck up. I don’t need another reason to go back to The Cage.”

She smirks to herself before finally finding what she came for. She plucks it from the cabinet, slams the drawer shut, and turns to him. “Okay, let’s go.”

Relieved, he sighs, and they both make their way for the hallway once again before coming to a screeching halt in front of Ms. Morrell.

She stands directly in their path, blocking them from fleeing to safety, her eyes wide. “Hello.”

Royal swallows, nodding once as she attempts to subtly tuck the folder behind her back. “Hi.”

Ms. Morrell looks to Colin. “Colin.”

There’s a slight clench in his jaw as he murmurs, “Yeah.”

She smiles. “It’s been a while since you’ve joined us for group.”

Colin shoves his hands into his pockets, glancing away bitterly. “Yeah, well…I’ve been working on my self-reflection.”

“Oh?” Ms. Morrell grins, clearly amused as she looks to Royal next. “Is that right?”

Royal says nothing as Colin shrugs. “Found a bonding buddy,” he says, nodding his chin at her. “You know, been healing our inner child, and all that shit.”

“And how is that going?”

“Oh, fucking fantastic,” Colin replies. “Yeah, I feel like a whole new person, actually. I’m practically cured!”

Royal can tell he’s poking fun at the idea of therapy, but Ms. Morrell merely steps closer, as if to get a better look. 

“You do seem to be doing better,” she agrees, eyes trailing down from his face to his neck. “I see the scars have faded.”

Now, Colin tenses, as if uncomfortable under her stare. “Yeah, it’s a fucking miracle.”

Ms. Morrell looks to Royal. “And how are you feeling, dear?”

Royal swallows. “Um…fine. Better, yeah.”

“Any pain today?”

She shakes her head.

Colin frowns.

“All right,” Ms. Morrell hums, now satisfied. “Well…I hope, Colin, that you continue to come to our sessions. Progress is not a straight line. It’s like a muscle. It needs to be worked on and strengthened.”

“Mhm, yeah, I’ll keep that in mind,” he mutters before wrapping his fingers around Royal’s upper arm to drag her down the hall and away from the conversation.

Ms. Morrell steps aside to let them pass, and as Royal scrambles after the agitated blonde boy, she catches a strange gleam in the therapist's eye.

The moment they’ve turned the corner, Colin brings them to a stop, whirling around to face her with a scowl. “God, I fucking hate it here. That better have been worth it.”

Royal exhales the deep breath she’d been holding and brings the manilla folder back out from hiding, holding it between them. “It was.”

Curious, his brow lifts as she flips open the file, and reveals the document to him.

His eyes fall over the photo, head cocking to the side as he reads through the information. 

She looks as well before pursing her lips, and saying, 

“Colin…meet Scott Howard.”

Eeee!! So, for those of you who maybe don't know, Teen Wolf was originally a movie that came out in 1985, starring Michael J. Fox as Scott Howard.

Well...turns out, we're having a No Way Home moment, and these two worlds are now colliding, and I'm so excited!

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~ Weedboiii Void | 9. Bullshit

~ Full Masterlist

[xoxostiles]

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑯 ~ MOODBOARD

╭┉┉┅┄┄•◦ೋ•◦❥•◦ೋ

𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑺 / 𝑽𝑶𝑰𝑫 𝑿 𝑭𝑬𝑴!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

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| 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒚, 𝑮𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 18+

☆ 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹: 💋

☆ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻: ❤️‍🔥

☆ 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻: 🖤

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SUMMARY: Y/n L/n is a normal Beacon Hills student. She gets good grades is very popular especially with the boys ;). Particularly one boy her chemistry partner. Stiles Stilinski. The boy has been pining over the girl since she arrived to the school freshmen year, learning every fact about her and spending each day romanticizing ever single interaction with her.

But what happens when void takes over controlling Stiles body. Learning his mind only to find out the girl he’s been head over heels for is something beyond her vision something so powerful, something so valuable to the nogitsune. The connection between the two making void also pining after the girl.

His plan is simple, get the girl and use her for a energy source. But will he be successful? What happens to Stiles? What will the pack say? What will Y/n say.

| 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑶𝑶𝑵 |

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹(𝑺) 𝑺𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑲 𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑺 <3

CHAPTER ONE - LOOSING FAITH 🖤💋

CHAPTER TWO - FINDING FAITH 🖤

CHAPTER THREE - DISTURBING TRUTHS 💋

CHAPTER FOUR - MINE ❤️‍🔥🖤

CHAPTER FIVE - LOCK ME UP 🖤

CHAPTER SIX - BABY, 🖤

CHAPTER SEVEN - SLUT! 🖤

CHAPTER EIGHT - BEYOND US🖤

CHAPTER NINE - TRUE ALPHA 🖤💋

CHAPTER TEN - FAITH WITH IN US ❤️‍🔥

| Trust me there will be so many more chapters these are just all the ones I have planned so far / started drafting in my notes |

This is a work in progress and I will still be posting one shots during this so the series will probably take awhile my goal is to get chapter one done by tmr!

xoxo Layla

[rowinablx]

I only have a season 1 DVD of teen wolf like I mentioned before. But I have a question, do the first three seasons have good moments for Derek & Stiles in canon? Because I do want to watch before Malia happens, so I can pretend nothing past season 3 happened.

Good Sterek moments??? Buckle up buckaroo

Season one:. Derek is shot with a wolfsbane bullet and goes to the school to find Scott, but even though he's delirious and sick he manages to find Stiles in his Jeep in the parking lot and collapses in front of it. Throughout the rest of the episode Derek basically threatens Stiles to not go to Derek's house while he can't defend himself but there's no hint of seriousness about it. Also Derek asks Stiles to cut off his arm and Stiles comes really close to doing it. Scott ends up running in with the bullet Derek needs but Derek passes out and drops it. Should be noted Stiles does this while trying to get him to wake up

Season two: Derek and his beta Erica interrogate Stiles about what attacked him, the Kanima, no spoilers who the kanima is, when the kanima appears and knocks Erica unconscious. Derek immediately went into a protective position in front of Stiles.

He tells Stiles to run before the kanima cuts the back of Derek's neck, paralyzing him. Meaning with Erica knocked out and Derek losing feeling in his body, Stiles is literally the only person who can protect Derek. And then while carrying Derek and trying to grab his phone, Stiles accidentally drops Derek in the pool.

For two hours Stiles has to hold a werewolf above water to keep him from drowning. Even diving all the way to the bottom to save Derek after Stiles finally gets his phone and calls Scott, only for Scott to immediately hang up on him.

Season three unfortunately does not have a lot of Sterek moments, but there's a couple I really like.

One: Derek's beta Boyd is killed by Derek when the Alpha pack forces him to. Stiles comforts Derek after the fact.

Two. When the Nogitsune possesses Stiles, Derek tries to fight him but Void kicks his ass. Chris Argent, a hunter, immediately points a gun at Stiles and you can see Derek in the background looking like he was about to jump in front of him. Also should be noted that Stiles made a chessboard of the pack and had Derek as the king piece

[sundrop-writes]

I loved your Void Stiles one shot, can't wait to see what's next😁😁🙃

so glad to hear it!!! it was definitely one of my favourite things to write. I love writing fics where the focus is on a really unhinged villain because often, they are so much more fun than writing 'good guys'

I have mentioned it before, but I really, really want to write a sequel to that fic because I had so much fun with it

if you want to see what's coming up, I have a list of my WIPs here - aka fics I would really like to write in this upcoming year. so you should definitely check that out

Read It Here: Blood In The Water - Void!Stiles x Fem!Reader (Whump/Extreme Emotional Angst)

[sterek-ao3feed]

Russian Roulette (Poor Stiles)

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60793444

by MyOwnParabatai

Stiles and Derek are kidnapped. They're kept away from each other, only interacting over bad guy's phone. Every day it's a new game, and every day, it's the same question for Stiles: "You or him?". Stiles, despite how pissed or hurt Derek may be, says "Me" every time.

Now, they're here to play one last game. Stiles is chained to a table with their abductor and the game is Russian Roulette. Will Stiles make it out alive and save Derek? Or has this ordeal unlocked a long forgotten part of him that can guarantee their escape? Is Stiles willing to release the Nogitsune if it means Derek's safety? Will Derek come to the rescue instead?

Inspired by Rihanna's "Russian Roulette". Been a WIP in my docs for YEARS, finally got it out. Kudos and comments welcome. Writer's block is not welcome, though. Bye bye.

Words: 4853, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Nogitsune (Teen Wolf), Original Hunter Characters (Teen Wolf)

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Implied/Referenced Torture, Russian Roulette, Inspired by Music, Song Lyrics, Void Stiles, Protective Stiles Stilinski, Sad Derek Hale, Pre-Relationship, Post-Canon, Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Possession, Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Morally Ambiguous Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale, Derek Hale is Stiles Stilinski's Anchor, Non-Evil Nogitsune (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale is Off-Screen for This, Should he have a starring role?, obviously!, One Shot, Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Love Confessions

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60793444

[fandom-imagination-ss]

IMAGINE: Derek hale destroying your tire so you can't leave Mid fight

You and Derek rarely have fights.

Not since you graduated high school and told Scott and his pack to Suck it.

Between your cousin Scott lying to you for years about the werewolf thing, being shot in my shoulder by Stiles / Void Stiles by an Arrow. And getting No explanation for it. No one told you what he'll be going on. Until Peter mentioned it and Derek tried to shield you from the truth. It only made you mad. So when Graduated you just left no goodbyes nothing.

But time changes a person, you Forgave your cousin, his hot best friend Stiles, and when Life gave you a curve ball and you returned to Beacon Hill. you gladly became friends with Malia and Started Dating Derek. 

the Fight was Stupid. It wasn’t an Earth-shattering Fight, it was a simple Stupid Fight. Derek Forgot about your Dinner date. that you were looking forward to all week. because he was so focused On work fixing a Fancy car. the Idiot who brought in the classic Car. had the Brilliant Idea that if he put Painters’ tape throughout the Entire Car. covering Every Inch of the Car it would protect the paint job... Between the Heat of the Sun beating down on the moving car. and the fact. he used cheap ass painter’s tape. he destroyed the car.. the tape he started peeling off. and took Large chunks of the paint. 

Normally it wouldn’t be a big deal that Derek forgot about Date night. bot after the week of hell you dealt with your co-workers. your boss putting a pass at you. again. and you have to file another report to HR. who just swept it under the Rug and then dealt with Eli. Stealing the Jeep Again for the fifth time. this month, and to Top it all off you were Late... you only realized it today once you were getting ready for date night that you weren’t just a little late. you were 3 weeks late. your Plan was to have a wonderful Date night with your man. Slip off to the pharmacy to snag a pregnancy test and hope along and take it. in the store. because you knew. that Derek and Eli would find it at home. That was your Mission for the night. But Derek came home covered in Grease complaining about how the painter taped around the exhaust pipe that the idiot put on. burnt the pipe. and that led to discovering the Oil was leaking and it was a bigger task than he expected. you stood wearing your summer dress with a jean jacket as he looked at you stunned, “why are you dressed all cute?” 

“Date night?’ 

Derek rubbed his face as he spoke, ‘rain check? I’m exhausted?” he walked over kissing your head as he suggested ordering a Pizza instead as you called him a butthead.  and grabbed your keys and decided you would go to Walgreens and Skip Part 1 of your plans. and go straight to getting the Test. you were sitting in your car at a Red light. the road was empty. as the light turned green. your Car jumped. but didn’t move. you quickly turned to see Derek standing behind your car. as he’s claws were slowly going back to normal. your jaw dropped as you quickly un did your seatbelt as you shot out. seeing he sliced your back seat driver side tire. 

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND!” Screaming you walked over lookign at your tire it was ruined no fixing it. you would have to replace it complete.y “My Car!” 

‘you don’t get to just Leave!” Derek was trying to contain his anger as you looked up at him. 

“I was coming right Back after I hit Walgreen you Jack ass!” 

‘you called me Butthead!” 

your anger was sidetracked at hearing the hurt ins his voice hearing him say that as you blinked stunned, “I’ve called you So much worst! your fixing this!’ Derek crossed his arms tightly as he snapped, “the last time you called me a butt head you disappeared for three years! you don’t get to just leave because I forgot date night!” 

“I was just going to Walgreens! I wasn’t Leaving! I stormed off  yes but I intended to COME BACK!” you groaned as he spoke, ‘what was so important that you needed to go to Walgreen you sick?’ 

“No. I just- needed.. female products.” 

A pregnancy test counts don’t it?  you hoped he couldn’t tell the difference as he stared at you, “I’ll fix your car. and we can go-” 

you shook your head as you crossed your arms, “you can fix my car, and we Can go home! and we are getting burgers. and im getting a milkshake and we are going to watch whatever i want! I can’t believe you Jump from Butthead to me Running off? where would I go? your my Heart!” 

Derek sighed heavily as he spoke, “it was Rough the first time you left.. you just called me a fucking Butthead and then you were gone i didn’t even get to know hwere you were” 

“Derek- to be fair.. we weren’t close back then you kept your distance.- I would Never leave you.. if i leave you- i’m taking you with me. i’ll stuff you into my trunk- your stuck with me forever.” 

he nodded his head stepping over as he cupped your head softly, “im sorry - I overreacted and broke your Car.” 

you nodded your head, “Sorry I called you a butthead and stormed off I just- it’s been a rough week.. and I was looking forward to just you and me time.” he sighed heavily soothing your hair, ‘you did look beautiful. you do look beautiful, lets get this car fixed and go have a date.” you smiled weakly as you spoke, “by the time you fix the tire, i’ll be passed beauitful and want to go home.. Lets just fix it. and go home. and order in.” he nodded his head saying okay kissing your lips as he pulled back as you helped him take your tire off, and use your replacement. that he forced you to have in your trunk. when the car was fixed you kissed him and said you would meet him at home as you drove to Walgreens. 

you only ever taken a pregnancy test Once, when you were in university. your roommate was worried about taking one so you took one with her. you weren’t pregnant. you weren’t at all in danger of having a bun in the oven. but Now? Now you were in a relationship with a guy who looks like the Greek Gods carved out out of marble! your relationship was at the ‘honeymood” stage... bene together for almost six years. and your “Fun time” was Very much Healthy Relationship. and Sure.. Sometimes you both get caught in the moment and forgot to be smart. and responsible! 

Which as you stood at the walgreens counter paying for your Pregnancy Test yo were shocked you were here. buying a test. Sure Rationally you knew, you weren’t excatly “Safe’ 100% of the time.. especially lately. But it still surprised you. you were just paying when Derek came in. and caught sight of you instantly. he’s eyes grew large seeing you holding pregnancy box as he fainted. 

Nothing could perpare you for seeing your boyfriend. falling forward completely passed out in shock as you bolted over to him as you rubbed his arm trying to wake him. he woke up instantly as he looked at you as he spoke, ‘your pregnate?” 

you shook your head, ‘no- well I mean.. I dont kow..” 

“were you going to tell me?” 

“yea.. after i took the test.. I didn’t- I didn’t think taking the test at home would be a good idea..” 

Derek got to his feet as you helped him as he spoke, “why not?’ 

“Derek I was hoping to surprise you with the news.” he rubbed his face as he spoke, ‘okay.... Lets go take it.” 

“What?” he grabbed the box as he spoke, ‘come on. they have a public bathroom.’ 

you laughed but was shocked as he picked you up as you gasped he hosted you over his shoulder as you gasped loudly. as he headed to the bathrooms. getitng itno the  womens bathroom he went to the wheelchair accessable stall and put you down as he spoke, “here you go.” 

he handed the box to you as you spoke, ‘thanks..... we never talked about babies..”  

he nodded his head as he spoke, “I would Love- if you aren’t pregnate.. can we have a baby?” 

you couldn’t help but smile at the way he asked as if he was asking for a puppy. “you want a baby?”  he nodded his head, “I want to have a baby with you. i want our family to grow. I always wanted a big family. you want kids. we talked about this.” 

‘yea- Like on our first date! Derek!” 

“is it cause we aren’t married yet? Because i’ll pospose right here and we can elope oyu never wanted a big fuss of a wedding!” you couldn’t help but smile. you shook your head fast. 

“as much as getting postpose to in the bathroom. is intoxicating. can we pick another time to ask me.. Like when we aren’t in a public bathroom?” 

he sighed heavily as he stepped over, “just- can you pee on the stick? I want to know.” 

you chuckled as you spoke, “well- leave the stall and I’ll do the test.” 

“can’t i stay?” you laughed as you shook your head, “No sicko go!” he grinned slippng out as he closed the stall door as he stayed in the bathroom. you rolled your eyes. Even if he went outside he would still listen in. that’s the problem with having a wereowlf boyfriend. you did what the test required as you walked out. ‘would- it be 50/50 if it’s like you or me right?” 

“yea why? does it matter?” 

“well Yea! if im gonna nurse i dont want my bits bite off! Oh my god! what if i ahve the baby on a full moon! Derek! does it matter? what if-” derek stopped your rambling as he cupped your face softly, “I would be right there to help, and it wouldn’t be like that. just a little babe. and the powers awaken later.” you nodded your head relieved to that as he spoke, ‘So you would want it?” 

you nodded your head softly, “A Chance to see you with daughters. Hell yea.” 

he chuckled softly as he spoke, “not a boy?” 

“Nope a girl.” he smiled to that as you reached up cupping his face kissing him. when the 2 minutes were up. it was your time to faint. as Derek caught you. you were infact. pregnant.

[mikatheseer]

We interrupt this multi-chapter sterek fluffsmut fanfic to bring you a Void Derek vs Void Stiles one shot AHAHA WHAT AM I DOING TO MYSELF

[uhhhj13iguess]

stiles, are you hard right now?

stiles x reader

wc: ~1k

“holy shit — janitors closet, go go go!” stiles shoved you towards the door, stumbling over you to get away from the vault scene going on just in the other room.

both breathless, you squeezed into the dark and cramped room, both of you fumbling to shut the door and turn the lock. despite the commotion happening on the other side, the finally locked door gave you relief, and you took a breath for what felt like the first time in hours.

you turned around, feeing around for the pull chain lighting in the dark. when you found it and yanked, you regretted it immediately. your stomach turned at the sight on the floor in front of you.

before you laid a body, too maimed to recognize. you started the step back, realizing how close you were to the blood pooling on the ground, and tried but failed to suppress a shriek.

“s-stiles!”

internally, stiles wasn’t doing any better at the scene before him, but he kept his composure and moved quickly to cover your mouth before you made anymore noise and gave away your hiding spot as the pack continued to fight off the Alphas.

he pulled you close, taking to keep you as far away as he could from the body. you murmured against his hand so he released it, hands still on you as they rested across your shoulders and kept your back flush against him as he had his own pressed against the door.

“holy shit we should’ve stayed in the car.”

you nodded fervently, the hairs standing on the back of your neck as he whispered against your skin. you realized now just how close you two were. you sat in silence for a minute before you noticed something else as well.

“stiles is that-“

“hm?” he hummed in your ear, looking past you to see what you were referring to.

“are you, i mean — is that what i think…”

you shifted against him and he immediately knew what you were talking about. his eyes shot open and he tried to press himself against the door, trying to create any possible space between the two of you as he could. he would sink into the wall and disappear forever if he could.

“uh, is what? i don’t, i don’t know, or i mean i don’t —“

“stiles —“

“i think uh,” he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will this conversation over. “it’s something else —“

“stiles, are you hard right now?”

surely this had to be worse than his fate out there in the fight.

he let out a huff of air against the back of your neck, and you could feel how tense he was.

“no, i no of course not, i mean,

i, no yeah okay,

yeah, maybe, fuck”

a smirk plastered across your face, a new emotion beginning to overshadow the fear from night you were having.

“there’s a dead body less than a foot away from us, are you serious right now?”

“listen im not proud of it, alright? okay so,

shit, jesus christ im sorry.” he tried desperately to find the door handle behind him, willing to face the violence outside the door if it meant getting the hell out of there.

you didn’t move a muscle, still standing flush against him, the silence in the closet only being met by the sound of stiles’ hand struggling with the door lock.

“is that because of me?”

stiles let out an exasperated breath of air. “jesus (y/n), it’s not from the fucking body, what kind of question is that?”

you held back a chuckle, his remark reminding you of the body you had momentarily forgotten about, and you subconsciously pressed harder into stiles, disgust winning as your primary emotion again at the sight of whoever was in this closet before you.

he couldnt take the silence, nor you getting even closer to him.

“i’m - im sorry y-you’re just really close and im not trying to and —“

“stiles don’t worry about it, we’ll talk about it later. we need to get out of here.”

stiles sighed, worry overtaking him. “okay but talk about it as in you yelling at me and calling me a perv and that you never want to be near me again, or talk about it as in —oh,”

you pressed your hips hard against his, grinding against how hard he was. you smirked at the whine that escaped his lips as you did so.

“i said we can talk about this later, stiles, maybe not in front of someone while their organs hanging out.”

“right yeah let’s, yeah no of course yeah let’s—“

before he could even get his hand on the doorknob, the door swung open, causing him to fall backwards and hit the ground with a groan.

“jesus fuck” stiles collected himself and met the eyes of isaac, not impressed with the inquisitive look on his face.

“we’re done and headed out. nice hiding spot, guys”

you rolled your eyes at him. “yeah whatever, let’s head ou-“

“what’s that smell?”

“huh?”

isaac looked towards stiles with a smirk. “you reek of lust.”

stiles couldn’t move a muscle if he wanted to. there was no way this was happening.

“what the hell happened while we were out here fighting for our lives?”

you swore all of the blood drained from stiles’ face, and you matched isaac’s smirk at the sight.

stiles tried to stutter out a sentence, only to be met with more amusement from issac. he grumbled and shoved him out of his way.

“this is why no one fucking likes you, isaac.”

[moonlightazriel]

☽ Stiles Masterlist ☾

☽ One Shots ☾

☽ Void!Stiles Drabble

[maddie0101]

stiles stilinski fic recs

❤︎= smut (MDNI)

One-shots:

Someone needs to by: @perlocutionary ❤︎

Kitten by: @redstringlovers ❤︎

Parental Guidance by: @obriengf

Freaky Friday by: @obriengf

Besties in love by: @twjournals

Never have I ever by: @sweet-pea-channie ❤︎

Dirty dancing by: @mummybear ❤︎

Blood in the water by @sundrop-writes (void stiles)

Series:

Selenophiles of Beacon Hills by: @strangerstilinski

The Mistake by: @were-cheetah-stiles

Please go show these amazing authors some love! ☻

[semicolonsspace]

i beg you could you do a one-shot about fem reader x (dom) void stiles 🌶️? maybe like y/n is stiles best friend but doesn’t know abt void and when she goes to his house she meets void (and they well fuck����)

THAT I CAN DO BUT IT WILL TAKE A BIT!! ILL MAKE A POST IT NOTE AND PUT THAT SHIT ON MY WALL

[teencopandthesourwolf]

hello tcats

i hope your day is going good

if you do not mind can i ask you a question? i am fairly new to tumblr and not very fluent in English so i fail to understand some tumblr terms. Can you tell me what does the tags "a wolf and his queueman" means? i have seen other variation of this tag such as "i will queue heavily at you" so what does this actually mean?

thank you

hi nonny! welcome to the dumpster fire that is tumblr dot com and the sterek fandom!

oh my gosh ofc i don't mind you asking :) it's lovely that i was the one you decided to ask! like, i wouldn't call myself a tumblr oracle or anything, but i have been around these parts enough to know a bit about a bit, y'know?

so, for whatever reason (if there is a specific reason that i don't know about somebody who does should absolutely feel free to wade in and enlighten us both) the kool kids on tumblr (read: the nerds) use puns as a fun queue tag for the posts they queue up instead of the ones they post or reblog into the void as soon as they see them.

because i have no idea of your level of understanding of the english language, i'm going to post the oxford dictionary definition of the word 'pun' for any further comprehension that might be needed. i hope you don't take offence at this as i'm really not trying to patronise in any way:

so, lots of us on tumblr will choose either just a random pun that correlates with the word 'queue' i.e. my queue tag for my og main blog from 400 years ago was queue queue ca choo, which was a pun on the beatles lyrics coo coo ca choo from their song i am the walrus. i picked it because it was a (fairly) recognisable line and just something puntastic that i thought would be fun and kind of worked (debatable).

OR

lots of us will pick a queue related pun that is specific to our blog i.e. my queue tag from this teen wolf/sterekblog of mine that you mentioned: a wolf and his queueman. this is actually a really frickin terrible pun but one taken from the sterek fandom because it alludes to the phrase a wolf and his human (meaning derek and stiles)... yeah, i told you it was bad!

to further explain, my buddie blog queue tag is fire and resqueue, bc buddie is from the 911 fandom which is a show about—you guessed it!—fire and rescue!

okies, i hope this helps, nonny? sorry if it's actually a shitty explanation; my brain currently resembles that black gooey shit that seeps out of derek when he gets shot with a wolfsbane bullet bc i've sarcastically had a few very fun few days lol

happy tumbling!

cassidy xp

[rowinablx]

What is your top five Sterek scenes?

1. Stiles comforting Derek after Boyd's death. Season one Derek would've yeeted him across the room but instead their relationship developed to where Derek accepts the comfort

2. Derek carrying Stiles bridal style because he got shot in the foot. Stiles is screaming and Derek is over it

3. The pool scene is iconic, Stiles held up a paralyzed Derek in a pool for two hours to keep him from drowning.

4. A small scene but when Void Stiles was egging on for Chris to shoot him, Derek is in the background looking like he's ready to jump and take a bullet for him.

5. When Derek believed Stiles over Jennifer,