and boyd just shrugs him off

Some Strings Attached

Ugh so there was a post going around that I’ve now long since misplaced but it was like “I just saw you go upstairs with someone else and I know we’re only fuck buddies but I’m gonna go punch them in the face” and I was HERE FOR IT. If somebody remembers the post, link me. In the meantime, have some Sterek getting together fluff.

“Just tell Derek you want to date him,” Scott says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.

Stiles bugs his eyes and flails his hands in wordless frustration, because the correct response to this patently ludicrous advice eludes him. He had come for sympathy, not pie-in-the-sky delusions. “Scott. Bro,” he finally gasps. “How could you even suggest that in good faith? No way! Bad plan!” He slashes his arms in a demonstrative X. “The only reason we’re even hooking up is that I made it super clear I was down to fuck, no strings attached! I’m not ruining a good thing by announcing to Derek Hale that I’m 85% in love with him.”

“Why?” Scott genuinely seems confused, the sweet summer child. After falling into a happy triad with Allison and Isaac after their first semester at UCLA, he doesn’t really understand the definition of “unrequited.”

Stiles turns his attention to a hanging thread on his t-shirt, sourly tugging it loose. “He’s out of my league. I mean, with the baseball, and the smarts, and the sarcasm, and those eyes…” he breaks off with a sigh. The last thing he needs to do is remind himself of how gone he is on Derek. “Just, he’s popular. Dictionary definition of too cool for school. And the three people he actually deigns to hang out with here are all just as cool and good looking as he is. Do I need to remind you I’m not? I’m a gawky, nerdy Sophomore. I’m lucky to even be his fuck-buddy.”

Scott makes a face, incredulous. “I dunno, he must like you well enough if he’s still sleeping with you after all this time. What’s it been, six months? And you guys hang out, too, you’re always telling me about how easy it is to chat with him after you bone. So it’s not just sex.”

Stiles grimaces. “Yeah, but it’s not…”

“… a real relationship,” Derek says into the phone, hearing full well the heavy dejection in his voice. So sue him; the admission is more than a little depressing. “He just wants to be fuck buddies.”

“How do you know?” Laura asks reasonably. “Maybe this Stiles person would be interested in dating you, too. No offence, but you’re not great at reading people. I mean, he’s interested in chilling with you even after you hook up, and clearly he enjoys the physical aspect. Did he actually ever say he wasn’t looking for more?”

Derek heaves a sigh, rolling his eyes even though she can’t see over the phone. “Yep. About two minutes after the first time we slept together he said, ‘no strings attached, obviously.’ So, you know, pretty safe bet that it’s no strings attached.”

“Oh,” Laura says. For once she doesn’t have a snappy comeback.

“Oh,” Derek agrees. Dejectedly.

She gives him a sympathetic little hum, and then asks, “and he’ll definitely be at the sorority barbecue?”

“Yeah.” Stiles and his broad shoulders and his long fingers are definitely going to be at the party.

“Maybe you shouldn’t go,” his sister says softly. “If you really like him, and he’s just looking to get laid…”

Derek groans. Not go, and give up a chance to hook up with Stiles? Smart, maybe, but not something he’s capable of doing.

The problem is, he’s liked Stiles forever. Or at least since he first saw him, laughing uproariously and running around with his friends with an actually broom between his legs, playing “Quidditch.” Derek would have been way too embarrassed to do something like that on the front lawn, but Stiles made it seem like the most effortlessly awesome thing a person could get up to.

No, compared to Stiles, Derek is practically a social recluse, an awkward jock with only about three people who he gets along with at all. Stiles definitely doesn’t want to get saddled with a boyfriend like him. He’s lucky they’re even hooking up after all this time.

“Derek, I mean it,” Laura says. “Look out for yourself for once.”

“I know, I know,” Derek grumbles. “But it’s not my fault he’s…”

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anonymous asked:

Hi!! Any "we've been talking online but don't know each other" sterek fics? Or "I'm in love with this online dude but it's actually my friend the whole time/or he's been in front of me the whole time" sterek fics? Or anything close to this sort of trope?

Got a bit of both for you!  -Emmy

Originally posted by nitratediva

When You’re Ready by Julibean19 

(3,008 I Mature I Complete)  *veteran!derek, disabled!derek, librarian!stiles, online dating

He wasn’t going to do it again.  He wasn’t going to let another date look at him in horror.  Derek refused to be seen as a freak.  He was just going to find a new job, move out of his parent’s house, and die alone.  

“Just one more date Derek, please!” Laura begged, following him down the stairs and waving her phone at his back.  

“I said no!  You don’t know what it’s like,” Derek muttered, suddenly defeated.

“I know babe,” Laura told him, coming up to wrap an arm around her little brother, standing up on her tippy toes until she could lay her head on his shoulder.  “But look at this guy.  He’s gorgeous.”

Derek couldn’t resist a quick glance at the dating app.  Damnit.  Laura was right, as always.  The guy was gorgeous.  A mole dotted face with an adorably upturned nose smirked at him from behind a pair of square framed glasses, and he could feel his resolve crumbling.

(500) Days of Sitting in Front of the Computer by orphan_account

(4,115 I Teen I Complete)  *gamer!stiles, gamer!derek

The boy, Stiles Stilinski, had always been into MMORPGs. The other boy, Ithuriel, had always been into MMORPGs as well, albeit secretly. The Alpha, Derek Hale, was possibly the object of Stiles’s affections. One day, Stiles met Ithuriel.

But be warned, this is not a tragedy in which Derek Hale saves Stiles’s virtue from Ithuriel. That would be ridiculous.

This is a love story.

Catfish by ericaismeg 

(9,165 I General I Complete)  *online dating, alive!hale family

“You make it difficult for a guy to get a date in this town, Danny,” Stiles says.

Danny snorts. “You do not have to follow the Guy Code for people I’ve only gone on one shitty date with, you know.”

OR: the one where Stiles gets Erica to sign him up on OK Cupid and tries some online dating. Also, maybe circumstances lead him to hanging out with his crush more than he expected?

Do You Wanna Date my Avatar?  by Renmackree 

(18,399 I Teen I Complete)   *gamers, online dating, online relationship

Scott frowned, grabbing the game case and reading it out loud.

“Become the Hero you’ve always wanted to be. Battle monsters, witches, dragons, and all the mythical beasts of the World of Fantasy. Play as a Human, Elf, Dwarf and other special races included in the basic game. Stiles this so stupid. Who the hell would want to play as a Werewolf?” Scott threw the game back on the bed and leaned back in the chair.

Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon by secondstar 

(21,317 I Explicit I Complete)   *online friendship, highschool au

Being a teenager sucks. Being a werewolf teenager sucks even more. With a life full of holding back who he really is, not having any privacy whatsoever, and the seemingly sudden appearance of one Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale’s life just got a whole lot harder.

I Should Meet You Because I Love You by derekstilinski 

(22,573 I Mature I Complete)

Derek and Stiles meet online, and then in real life.

For Science by grimm, Tsuminoaru 

(35,959 I Explicit I Complete)  *college au, craigslist, werewolves known, minor Deucalion/Stiles

From his textbooks, Stiles had gotten the impression that vampires had a weird, stretched out look to them — slightly too-long limbs and pale skin. This guy, though, he looked human, broad-shouldered and clearly muscular even under a loose sweatshirt. He wasn’t pale at all, his skin lightly tanned, hair dark, eyes pale. They narrowed at Stiles and Stiles froze as the man looked him up and down, clearly judging him. He must have passed the test, though, because the man kind of shrugged and said, “Take off your clothes.”

On Building a Family from the Ground Up by itschristaleigh (lizleminem) 

(38,455 I Explicit I Complete)  *online dating, kid fic

Erica signs Derek up for an online dating site as a joke. At first, he’s just pissed about it, but then her and Boyd announce they’re getting married and suddenly he really does need a date. Meanwhile, Laura becomes a foster mom, and Derek worries about growing way too attached to kids who are eventually going to be given a new home anyway.

Or, how, five years after the fire, Derek learns to open back up and create his own family from the people who occupy his life now.

Alpha and Omega by XX0Jessie0XX 

(58,579 I Explicit I Complete)  *high school au, omega!stiles, werewolves known, online relationships

High School AU: Derek is the head Lacrosse player at Beacon Hills High School and Stiles is an Omega that no one really knows. Stiles had been talking to someone online and wished they would meet up in real life but he knows it won’t ever happen. He could only wish.

My Heart’s Been Offline by thepsychicclam 

(58,893 I Explicit I Complete)  *famous!hales, online relationships

31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he’s a recluse)

26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life)

Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek’s part of a famous family.

The Silence Between by GoforthAndConquer 

(66,492 I Explicit I Complete)

When Stiles began volunteering at the Beacon Hills Crisis Center, all he hoped for was to help out kids (like him) that needed somewhere to turn. He didn’t expect to find something that he needed in a stranger’s voice on the other end of the line.

Prior to season one. Mostly canon-compliant.

quigonejinn  asked:


From the HP Wiki: 

“The first headquarters of the Magical Congress of the United States of America were located in the Appalachians at an enchanted edifice. However, this site was eventually abandoned, as increasing urbanisation made its remoteness impractical.[2]” 

There’s a church up on the mountain, or there was. By rights it should be a pile of rock and rotted wood–it’s been abandoned since before anyone can remember. But it’s still standing, stocked with wooden pews, a rusted iron bell still fixed to the hollow of its belfry. People don’t like to go there. Even the hill folk avoid it. 

When Boyd Crowder gets out of prison, a thick white knot of scar tissue dug into his chest like a lighting bolt, he starts living in it. Tells anyone who asks that he’s finally seen the light, that Raylan Givens opened up a door for him and on the other side he found the truth. 

Raylan Givens didn’t find out he had magic until he was nineteen and seventeen tons of dirt and rock collapsed on top of him. He walked out of the collapsed shaft dragging Boyd Crowder with him, the dirt making way and then closing up behind him. Five other men in the shaft died, but enough people saw it happen that Raylan only had about half an hour to gasp and shake in the sunlight while watching Boyd retch into the dirt before magical law enforcement showed up. 

Turns out there was a fuckup in the system about eight years earlier, and the case worker that should have arranged for Raylan to have some kind of magical education never knocked on Arlo’s door. “It might not seem like it, son, but you’re one of the lucky ones,” the officer told Raylan, right there in the parking lot outside the mine. His partner was going around waving a stick at everyone’s faces until they turned vacant and easy and couldn’t remember anything at all, and Raylan was doing his best not to puke. “Kids from No-Maj homes usually end up causing trouble a hell of a lot earlier. Fourteen-year old down in Pikeville blew up her stepmom last year. Blew the woman up, just like she’d swallowed a stick of dynamite.” 

Raylan left the mine and left Harlan the same day, drove all the way down to the institute at Cincinnati with a business card that kept flaring gold every time he touched it stuck in his wallet. He worked odd jobs for a few years while scraping together a remedial degree, discovered he had something like a talent for defensive spellwork. 

Magical law enforcement’s tangled up pretty tight with regular law enforcement, it turns out. Raylan ends up at Glynco, and the rest is history. 

Raylan’s sent back to Kentucky as punishment for using the killing curse on a man in Florida, in plain sight of about thirty No-Majs. “He drew first,” Raylan tells the chief, shrugging one shoulder. “It was justified.” 

Art rolls his eyes. “I’ve heard that one before.” 

Everyone in the office wears a gun and a badge as well as a wand. They’re part of the marshal service, after all. Just a very specific division. 

Someone fires a goddamn rocket launcher at the church that serves as the entryway to the magical main street in Lexington, and halfway to Harlan the sheriff’s deputy finds a man shot dead in his car, cap to a rocket launcher sitting on the seat beside him. The corpse turns out to be a wizard–some half-ass Death-eater wannabe from Oklahoma. Kentucky isn’t Florida. People still talk about scourers here. 

Raylan drives up to Harlan and finds Boyd Crowder sitting calmly under a confederate flag, a sawed-off shotgun hooked over his arm. He gives Raylan a warm embrace, a shot of bourbon, and enough smooth talking that Raylan’s utterly convinced someone’s broken the statute of secrecy in Harlan County, and the reigning hillbilly kingpin’s trying to squeeze some money of of it. 

“Been so long since you came home, I almost forgot the look you get when you reckon you know something,” Boyd says, giving him that snake charmer’s grin. “Though I never have forgotten the day you left.” 

“It was memorable,” Raylan agrees, even though he knows Boyd was obliviated, same as the others. “Can’t blame me for wanting to get out.” 

“You talked to your daddy yet?” Boyd asks, still white-toothed and close. 

“Boyd,” Raylan says, friendly-like. “What would you do if I came back here with a warrant and a memory charm with your name on it?” 

“I’m not at all sure what you mean by memory charm,” Boyd says in the same tone, leaning in. “But I’d say any lawman ought to tread carefully in these hills, warrant or not. Lots of strange arsenals stashed up here.” 


Ava’s a Squib, although the Randolphs are one of the oldest wizarding families in Kentucky. 

“Don’t suppose you’ve broken the secrecy statute lately,” Raylan drawls. 

“I’m the last dregs of an old bloodline,” Ava says, sitting him down in her dining room, pushing a glass of whiskey into his hands. “I got barely enough power to cast a lighting charm. Who’d believe me even if I told them?” 

Raylan nods at the bloodstain in the corner. “Not your husband, by any chance?” 

Ava smiles at him, somehow even prettier than she was at seventeen. “You can’t suppose that’d matter now, Auror Givens.” 

“They just call us marshals, now,” Raylan says, and sips the last of his whiskey. “And I guess I can’t.” 


It’s a Hatfield amulet, dug out of some long dead witch’s grave. The Imperius curse is braided into the metal; even a No-Maj could figure how it works. 

Raylan’s fought off the curse before, with a hell of an effort, but Boyd’s persuasive even without mind control powers at his disposal. He sits at the head of Ava Crowder’s dinner table and tells Raylan to eat a chicken leg. Raylan obliges, and Boyd smiles at him. 

“Why don’t you tell me about that man you killed in Florida,” Boyd says cajolingly. “Did you really tell him he had twenty-four hours to get out of town?” 

“I really did shoot him,” Raylan says, and Boyd immediately shakes his head. 

“Ah, ah,” he says. “You tell the truth, now, son.” 

“I cursed him,” Raylan admits, not bothering to resist the pull of the spell. 

“With what?” Boyd asks, intent. He gives Raylan a hungry little smile. “With that little stick right there? Put it on the table.” 

Raylan’s hand jerks a little putting his wand on the table, but he does it. “You know this pretty necklace ain’t gonna hold me forever,” he says calmly. “It’s old, Boyd. Liable to wear right through.” 

“Is that so,” Boyd says, and reaches for the wand. “Then we best get this over with now.” 

It’s right about then that Ava comes into the dining room with a shotgun leveled at Boyd’s chest. Boyd draws his gun left-handed, not letting go of Raylan’s wand, and with Boyd’s attention thus divided Raylan manages to break loose of the Imperius. 

It all happens in very quick succession: Ava fires, Raylan’s hand tangles with Boyd’s over his own wand, and Boyd’s eyes meet his in one wide green moment as Raylan mutters the killing curse.

They figure out later that something went wrong with the curse, that there were too many connections between him and Boyd for it to work as it should. They were touching, they were sharing breath, Boyd’s will was cinched around Raylan’s neck, they had dug coal together. 

Raylan sees Boyd onto a hospital stretcher instead of zipped into a body bag, acid green veins spidering over his chest away from the wound. Boyd murmurs “you did it, you really did it, you really are,” quiet like a dying man in Raylan’s ear, and Raylan feels unsteady even with the necklace off him, like he’s lost something, like there’s a piece of Boyd still pierced in him like a splinter. 

It’s Rachel who comes up with the answer, in the end, slamming down a case study from the nineties onto his desk. It’s a British case, which he’s never paid a whole lot of attention to, but the killing curse and the lightning bolt scar are similar enough to rouse his interest. He rubs his thumb over the words neither shall live while the other survives, shrugs it off. There’s a headstone with his name on it planted in his daddy’s yard. Not like a curse makes much of a difference, assuming there is some truth in it.  

Boyd Crowder locks himself into the church on the mountain, sits there in that holy dark and falls to his knees. He prays, not just to God, but to the pulse of Raylan’s breath on his jaw, to the spark of bright fury in Ava’s eyes, and then for good measure he prays to the distant memory of Raylan Givens’s hand tight on his arm fifteen years earlier, dragging him out of hell and into the light. He puts his whole body and his whole soul into the prayer, and opens his eyes to the dark of the church all around him, an ancient edifice the world has forgot. He snaps his fingers, holds his breath, and a little blue light enters the world, a small star shining in his cupped palms. 

“Oh Raylan,” Boyd murmurs to that little light. “I am truly grateful you’ve returned.” 

pantieslaceandleather  asked:

Hi guys, thanks for all the work you do! I'm hoping you can help me find a fic - in it Scott is a bit of a douche and ignores Stiles for Isaac. Lydia and Danny end up inviting him to all the pool parties and pre-game drinks etc, eventually becoming good friends. All I remember is Stiles waking up after a party at Danny's with Lydia curled up on him, before helping clean up and complaining about he beer being warm. It's set just before the Alphas and they're looking for Erica and Boyd. Sterekfic

Pretty sure you’re looking for 

will to follow through by owlpostagain

(T | 2/2 | 42,411 | Complete)

“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”


Summery: Benny and Jenny Weir are the dynamic duo or as their cousin Stiles Stilinski calls them the terrible twosome.

Both having inherited special powers from their parents they are always in trouble, so when they get kicked out of Whitechapel after irritating the resident vampires and are shipped off to Beacon hills Stiles begins to see just how much trouble his baby cousins can be.

Teen Wolf/ My Babysitters A Vampire Crossover

Word Count: 1626

Part One  Part Two

Jenny had woken up early and was happy to see a cute outfit tucked into her window with a note written in Sarah’s hand writing.

“We saved up and got you that dress you like.” Jenny read to herself as she pulled on the dark blue floral dress and grabbed a mid-waist army jacket and knee high boots letting her white socks stick out a little over the top.

A soft thumping on the bathroom door told her Benny was awake and she skipped happily across the room unlocking it and was almost flattened by her brother who stumbled through as if he’d been leaning on the door hoping to fall through it and, judging by the pink sparks that flew from his hands he quite possibly would have if she had she taken any longer.

“Look what Grandma sent us, also Erica got me a new shirt cool huh?” Benny offered his sister a wand with her name neatly engraved in it and showed her a new spell book and potion kit while he held up his hands so she could see his new shirt.

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Miscommunication (Isaac Lahey X Reader)

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Isaac Lahey X Reader
Word Count: 2,072
Author’s Note: Fic begins when both the reader and Isaac are sophomores (I think that’s how old he’s supposed to be, at least, I’m not 100% sure lmao)!

“My dad thinks I should break up with you.”

The fingers that you were running through Isaac’s hair stilled, and your entire body froze. “Oh, really?” You asked, barely managing to keep your voice from cracking.

Isaac nodded, but didn’t say anything else.

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, you spoke again. “Are you going to?”

Isaac extracted his head from your lap, sat up, and turned to face you. He smiled softly at you, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. You leaned into the touch absentmindedly, one of your hands twining your fingers with his free hand. “No. I love you too much to do that.”

Your eyes snapped open, and before you could say anything, Isaac’s lips captured yours in a gentle kiss. When he pulled away, you blinked at him several times. “Really?”

Isaac grinned at you. “Yes, really. Feels good to finally say it out loud.” Isaac commented, brushing a kiss across your neck. You and Isaac had been dating for almost a year, and you had told him you loved him a couple times, but he had never said it to you.

“Can you say it again?” You asked quietly, and Isaac complied immediately.

“I love you more than anything.” Isaac murmured, and you smiled, mumbling it back, before your lips found his in a firm kiss.

“Why does your dad want you to break up with me anyway?” You questioned curiously, your hands laced together and Isaac’s thumb rubbing circles on your knuckles.

“He thinks you distract me from school work.” Isaac said, shrugging, and you rolled your eyes.

“I help you with school work! I mean, yes, sometimes we get a little distracted, but usually it’s not that bad. What classes do you need the most help in right now?”

Isaac’s shoulders sagged. “Chemistry.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay. Come over to my house tomorrow and we’ll study for the mid-term.”


“No, not seriously.” You said sarcastically, nudging his shoulder with your own. “Yes. Chemistry’s fun, and drama hasn’t started yet, so I’ll have time.”

“You’re the best.” Isaac said gratefully, kissing you slowly. Your arms wound around his neck, and your hands twisted into his hair while one of his hands dipped down to your hip and squeezed. You yelped against his mouth, and Isaac smiled sheepishly as you pulled away. “Sorry, forget how ticklish you are sometimes.”

He was lying, he knew very well how ticklish you were, and you stuck your tongue out at him. “Sure you did, jerk.” You teased, pressing one more kiss to his lips before pulling away. “I hate to leave, but I actually have some homework that I need to get done. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course.” Isaac responded easily, and even though you had just kissed him, he dragged you into one more lingering kiss before he let you go. “I love you.”

Your smile was so bright and impossibly large that it made Isaac smile too, and he couldn’t help it, he hooked a hand around your neck, pulled you towards him, and kissed your forehead. “I love you too.” You murmured sincerely, before climbing to your feet. “I really need to get that homework done, you’ll do the same, yeah?”

Isaac nodded.

“See you tomorrow then, l'amour de ma vie.” You whispered, and Isaac raised an eyebrow at you.

“What does that mean?”

You grinned, a twinkle in your eye that Isaac knew meant you weren’t going to tell him. “I’ll tell you tomorrow. After we study for chemistry.”

You were gone before he could argue, and Isaac smiled to himself before standing up and making his way towards his house.

Sure, his dad kinda sucked, and he wasn’t the most popular person around, but he had you. And you were all he really needed.


“What do you think?” Isaac asked, spinning so you could take in his outfit fully. He was wearing a white t-shirt that fit him extremely well, dark jeans that clung to his legs, and a black leather jacket.

“I think that you look hot as hell in whatever you’re wearing,” You started, a hand going to the collar of his leather jacket and pulling him down to your height. “But I have always had a thing for leather.” Your lips met his in a not-so chaste kiss while your hands wound into his hair, but you broke the kiss when you heard the sound of a throat clearing.

You looked behind him to see Erica Reyes, someone you knew of but didn’t actually know, tapping her foot impatiently.

“Erica! You look great!” You complimented politely. “I love your jacket.”

She smiled at you, but it didn’t quite seem to reach her eyes. “Thanks. Isaac, you ready to go?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

He nodded, pressing a kiss to your cheek and murmuring something about an assignment they had to work on. It didn’t sound like the truth, but you didn’t want to call him out on it, so you just nodded and told him that you loved him. It definitely stung a little bit when he didn’t say it back.


That was how it went for the next couple of weeks.

He hung out with Erica and Vernon Boyd more than you, and it hurt. A lot.

You were glad that Isaac was making friends, he had never really had any aside from you, but you didn’t like being ignored by him.

Even worse was the way Erica acted around him. She didn’t do anything that too outwardly made you think that she liked him, but she was touching him almost constantly. A hand on his shoulder, a thigh brushing his underneath the table, a foot running up and down his leg, and the worst part was that Isaac didn’t stop her. He let her do it, and it was tearing you apart.

But still, you didn’t mention it, just wallowed in silence.


“You know, if you like Erica, you should ask her out.” You commented idly, your pencil tapping against your deck as Isaac flipped through his chemistry book on your bed.

“Pardon?” Isaac asked in confusion, raising his head to look over at you.

“Never mind.” You said, shaking your head and turning back to your own homework.

“__y/n__,” Isaac said firmly and spun your chair around so that you had to face him. “Tell me. Why would I want to date Erica when I’m already dating you?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged helplessly. “But it certainly seems like you want to.”

“How does it seem like I want to date Erica?” Isaac questioned, and he seemed genuinely confused now.

“You’re just…” You sighed. “You’re always hanging out with her now, and I swear, I am trying really hard to not get jealous, but it’s really hard when she’s so pretty? And, I mean, you missed three of our study dates in the last week to hang out with her and Boyd. It just seems like you like her.” Isaac opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off with more rambling. “And it’s totally okay if you do like her, I totally understand why, I just need you to break up with me so I can work on, you know, actually getting over you.”

“You’re insane.” Isaac announced when you finally stopped talking. You started to protest, and Isaac pressed a finger to your lips as a sign for you to stop talking. “Hush, please, and let me talk for a minute?” When you nodded reluctantly, Isaac started speaking again. “Okay, to start off with, all of that was on accident. I didn’t mean to make you think that I liked Erica, because I don’t, and I certainly don’t want to break up with you, and I am so incredibly sorry that I missed our study dates. It wasn’t intentional. There’s just a lot of stuff going on right now.”

“Are you going to tell me about said stuff?” You asked, and Isaac looked at you for a moment before sighing.

“I don’t think you’ll believe me, but, yeah. I will. You have to promise me you won’t scream, all right?”

Your face was a mixture of confused and amused. “Why would I sc-oh.” You said, blinking in surprise several times as Isaac’s eyes flashed yellow and hair sprouted from his cheeks. When he opened his mouth, you saw that he had long, sharp fangs. “So, werewolf then, right?”


“You’re a werewolf, right?”

“Why aren’t you freaking out?”

“I have three classes with Scott and Stiles, and they’re not exactly as quiet as they’d like to think they are. I didn’t really believe them at first, thought they were joking or something, you know? But then Scott got ridiculously good at lacrosse and he started wearing leather and he always acted like he could hear conversations that were super far away and it kind of…made sense? Did not realize that you were a werewolf, I should’ve, though. So, you, Boyd, and Erica, right?”

Isaac nodded.

“So, that’s why you’ve been so distant? Werewolfy stuff?” You questioned, just to clarify.

“Yes. I swear I’m not breaking up with you for Erica. She and Boyd are a thing, anyway.”

“Oh thank god.” You murmured, throwing your arms around his neck and clutching him tightly. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you were. I mean, could I get over it eventually? Yeah. But I really, really didn’t want to. I love you.”

Isaac buried his face in your hair. “I love you too. I’m sorry I worried you. I promise I’ll let you know from now on if it’s a werewolf thing. Study date tomorrow?” Isaac suggested, and you nodded eagerly.

“Yes, please. Actual date on Friday? I can pay.”

Isaac shook his head. “Yes to the actual date, no to you paying. I’ll pay. It’s the least I can do for being such a horrible boyfriend for the last month.”

You huffed. “You weren’t even horrible! You still kissed me and held my hand, you just missed a couple of dates and forgot to say I love you a few times. Seriously. It’s fine.” Isaac looked like he wanted to disagree but you gave him a look that made him reluctantly close his mouth. “And I’ll pay for half. I’ve been babysitting and working at the coffee shop, so I have some extra money.”

“Are you sure? I have money and I’m totally okay with paying for all of it.”

“Yes, Isaac, I’m sure.” You said, rolling your eyes and nudging him fondly with your elbow. “Save it for next time we go out, okay?”


You smiled. “Good. Now get over here and cuddle me. I missed you.” You dragged him over to your bed and moved his arms around your waist, and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of your throat as Isaac pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. “I’m sorry I got jealous.”

You weren’t looking at him, but you could feel Isaac shaking his head. “You don’t need to be sorry for that. At all. Jealousy happens to everyone, and you had a really good reason to be jealous.” Isaac trailed kisses down your neck, before moving his lips to your shoulder and sucking a mark on your skin. “I’m sorry for making you jealous.” He apologized sincerely, and your hand found Isaac’s and tangled your fingers with his own.

“It’s okay. I’m not angry.” You whispered, kissing his fingertips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Isaac breathed, and he ducked his head to leave a kiss right behind your ear. “If there is a next time, tell me when you’re jealous? I don’t want to hurt you just because I’m a dumbass, alright?”

“You’re not a dumbass.” You disagreed, lightly smacking his arm. “But okay. I’ll tell you if something’s bothering me. You need to do that too, by the way. I don’t want either of us to be ticked off or annoyed just because we suck at communicating.”

“Alright.” Isaac agreed, and you smiled happily, snuggling further into his embrace and sighing contentedly.

You had your boyfriend back. Even if he was a werewolf, which was a little weird and would probably take some getting used to, you didn’t care. You had Isaac, your Isaac, back. And it felt fantastic.

End. <3

anonymous asked:

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Carrie! If you're still taking prompts can you do a Sterek or stoyd lazy evening? Maybe cozy fire, nice book, lazy kisses and glasses!


Boyd frowns he gets to the common room of his dorm floor. It’s that guy again, the one in too much plaid and whose dorm room was always open, with a few people always shouting excitedly inside. Boyd doesn’t remember his name, but he’s one of those guys who took to college like a duck to water, making friends easily and creating a ruckus wherever he goes. Just last week he and that McCall fellow had invented “mattress jousting,” and it had been difficult for Boyd to sleep with all the shouting and shrieking going on, and he couldn’t even leave to go somewhere else because the entire dorm floor was in the hallway watching the idiots run at each other with their mattresses. 

At least the guy isn’t using the power outlet. It doesn’t even look like he’s studying, he’s just sitting in front of the fireplace with a box of stuff, looking at the fire, bobbing his head to the music on his headphones.

Boyd sits down in the corner, plugging his laptop in and pulls up the last few PowerPoint slides from his Anatomy class. He’s absorbed in reading when there’s a hand tapping him on the shoulder. 

“Hey, you’re Boyd, right?” the guy asks, grinning enthusiastically, headphones dangling around his neck. 

“And you’re the kid who took the last bag of Doritos from the vending machine,” Boyd says.

“So you don’t remember me from the party last Friday…?” he asks, blushing a little. Boyd is determined not to find it cute. This is the jerk that the whole floor turns into laughing, noisy chaos whenever he does one of his ridiculous pranks.

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berica week  → final day (anything goes)

Vernon Milton Boyd IV has never really been one for talking. He likes the quiet, likes actually being able to hear his own thoughts. Of course, there’s some times he wishes he was better with his words.

“One slice of cherry pie,” the cute waitress announces, setting his plate down with a wide smile. 

She winks at him, but Boyd can’t manage more than a soft, “Thanks,” in return.

“We have other types, you know,” she says, throwing Boyd off guard, still standing there in front of his table.

“Types?” Boyd asks, frowning.

“Of pie,” she replies, red painted lips quirking up into a smile again. “Blueberry, pecan, peach, French silk.”

“I like cherry,” Boyd answers simply.

“Clearly,” the waitress snorts, deciding to plop herself down in the booth opposite him. “But you’re in here at least twice a week and you always get the same thing.”

Boyd’s not entirely sure how to tell her that’s not exactly because of the pie. Instead he just shrugs.

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“Is it Isaac?” Stiles questioned. “No.” you said without looking at him. “Alright, speed round, I’m gonna name off a bunch of people and if I saw their name you stop me.” he said, you rolled your eyes but nodded anyways.
“Scott, Boyd, Derek, Lydia, Allison, Kate-”

“Kate? She’s dead.” you said. “I thought I’d explore all my options.” He said shrugging. “Okay, let me try again.” He said taking a deep breath.
“No! I told you, you’re never going to guess, so just give it up.” You huffed. “No, I want to know, we’ve known eachother since elementry I have the right to know who you like, now if you don’t mind.” He took in another breath and continued. “Matt, Jackson, Greenberg, Danny-”

“Matt’s a creep, Jackson’s a douche, I don’t talk to Greeenberg and Danny’s gay.” You stated.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t like him.” He said. “Chris-” He started again and you quickly cut him off.

“Chris?” You asked. “Argent.” He said you scrunched your eyebrows together trying to think of a Chris Argent. “Allison’s dad?” You asked. “Yeah.” he nodded, you rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at him. “He’s so much older than me, and he’s married.” You said

“Again I’ll repeat, that doesn’t mean you can’t like him.” He said. “You’re not going to guess!” You shouted. “Why not?!” He shouted right back. “Because you never think of yourself!” You slammed your hand on your mouth. “What?” He asked.

“Nothing, I have to go, I’ve got essays.” You said trying to run around him, he caught you by the hand and pulled you to him. “You like me?” He asked.
“Yeah, I thought it’d be obvious.” you said watching as a shy smile came across his face. “I’m really glad it wasn’t anyone else.” He said making you roll your eyes. “Don’t go making a big deal out of it Stilinski.” You said looking away from him.

He moved so that you were looking at him again. “I like you too.” He said pressing his lips together, you tried to hide your smile but he noticed and wrapped his arms around you. “So, do you wanna have dinner or something?” He asked making you laugh. “Yes Stiles, I want to have dinner with you, it’s not like I’m not having dinner with you five out of seven nights out of the week or anything.” You said sarcastically making him smile. “Friday? At 7:00?” He asked

“Alright, it’s a date.” You said not being able to suppress your smile.

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rick grimes!~ (if you're so inclined)

The drug store’s eerily quiet as Stiles moves through it. He’d hear a creeper from a mile away— they make a weird groaning, growly thing that keeps him up at night— and without music, or the chatter of any shoppers it’s deathly silent. 

Deathly, heh, is he allowed to find something awfully, hilariously ironic about that phrase now?

He’d probably have found it funny before, too. 

Scott’d be rolling his eyes at him if Stiles shared the pun, but he’d gone left towards the supermarket (and the beautiful crossbow wielder Allison Argent Scott’s been following around camp since she arrived ten days ago). 

Stiles is alone, with no one to share the joke with. 

“Don’t move.”

Okay, so, he’s less alone. There’s a gun pressed to the side of his head, and he’s got no idea how the fuck someone crept up on him so quickly. 

“I don’t have any cash on me,” he starts with, turns slowly with his hands raised, takes in the man beside him, and oh. “Shit, it’s you again?”

Derek lowers his gun, rolls his eyes, “Yep.”

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alright guys but where is sciles au with stripper!Stiles?

just imagine this: Scott. College sophomore Scott. Lovely and hard working because he values his scholarship and knows he couldn’t be there without it. Co-captain of the college lacrosse team. Not a social recluse but also not the kind of guy who would party all the time. He’s not in any fraternity but some people from the lacrosse team are and he hangs out with them often (some of them - Isaac, Boyd - are his close friends).

And then Isaac’s birthday comes up and the team decides to take him to a strip club (by recommendation - Boyd’s girlfriend [Erica] works part time as a bartender there).

Scott… Okay, Scott is sometimes shy and maybe teensy bit awkward but he’s not a prude and he’s open-minded, he is sexually active and he doesn’t mind. It’s just… Not his place. He doesn’t fit. But it’s Isaac’s birthday and he intends to make it a good one, so he decides not to cut it early. They chip in for private lap dance for Isaac and sit back while Isaac enjoys his show.

And then a guy comes up to dance.

Scott was sitting near the bar all the time but now he leans forward in his seat to see better because this guy? Hottest person on the surface of earth. Ever. The way he sways his hips, wiggles his perfect perky butt, slides his beautiful, long fingers over his chest, licks his pink lips, smiles at the spectators and watches them with this look in his eyes like he knows he owns them…

Yeah, Scott might’ve shuffled a bit closer. And yeah, he might be a bit hypnotised.

He comes back, of course he does, and he knows it’s stupid to crush on a male stripper he has never even talked to. He knows he doesn’t belong here - drag queens keep cooing over his puppy eyes and really, what does a cute guy with puppy eyes even do in a strip club?

But he’s helpless and he can’t stop himself from going. He even has excuse to because Isaac, Boyd and he have taken up to keeping Erica company when she works whenever they can.

Every time Stiles (that’s the guy’s name - he learns things about him, by the way, from Erica and Derek, the bodyguard. Fascinating, awesome things) dances Scott can’t tear his eyes away, like he’s in trance.

A few times Boyd levels him with a knowing look but each time Scott just shrugs because what he can do? Nothing. It’s stupid. He has more chances of marrying James Dean (and mind you that the guy’s dead) than to get Stiles to like him, even a bit.

Or well, notice him.

Scott is sitting in his spot near the bar, next to Isaac, when Stiles does something unusual. He gets on the stage, starts dancing but in the middle of the song he gets off the stage. And yeah, that would be normal, he sometimes does to hop onto one of the big armchairs standing just under the stage to give someone a lap dance but this time Stiles just moves past them, still swaying to the rhythm and walks in the direction of the bar. It’s something rehearsed because the bodyguards are prepared, shielding Stiles from praying hands and Scott can’t fucking breathe because Stiles is apparently about to dance on the bar and Scott is not sure he can handle it.

But instead of climbing on the bar Stiles turns a bit and… goes straight to where Scott is sitting.

Isaac moves away and “Stiles is going to have me thrown out of here” is the only  thought in Scott’s mind before Stiles presses against him and… continues dancing. Then all Scott’s thoughts flight out of the window and into the fucking space because “holy fuck, Stiles is here” and he’s grinding against him and giving him a fucking almost-lap-dance, is this even real life.

Scott’s hands stay glued to his sides, no touching policy, he knows, but his eyes trace Stiles’ every move. This is how he dies, he’s sure of it. They are going to carry his body out of here because he will fucking die.

Then Stiles puts his knee between Scott’s legs to spread them, puts his hand on Scott’s thigh and Scott is sure he could come right this moment. And maybe he does, he doesn’t know because the song ends and Stiles presses a kiss to Scott’s parted lips, pressing his tongue inside Scott’s mouth and yeah, he is totally dead because there’s no way this could be happening in real life.

But maybe it does because when Stiles breaks the kiss Scott can hear whistles and Erica saying “finally” but all of that doesn’t matter because Stiles just kissed him and he’s still there, oh my god.

“You cannot just sit here and stare at me like that,” Stiles says, “and not do anything." 

Scott opens his mouth to apologise but Stiles puts a finger on his lips.

"You,” he continues firmly “are going to sit here like a good boy you are and wait for me to finish my shift. And then I am going to take you home with me and you will do every single thing you’ve ever thought of doing to me. And later it will be my turn. Okay?”

Scott manages to gasp an “okay.”

“Good,” says Stiles and steps away, smirking. “Enjoy the rest of the show.”

the 5 times Boyd offers Scott his jacket and the 1 time Scott finally gets it

Written for: Boyd Rarepair Week Day 2: favorite LGBTQ+ ship
Pairing: Boyd/Scott
Words: 3890
Warnings: none
Using this for my ‘Boyd x Scott’ square on my TW bingo card


It would’ve made more sense if he’d gone to The Force Awakens with Stiles, he knows that, but his best friend had been very passionate about cosplaying and going to the midnight premiere, which would mean standing in line with all those Star Wars fanatics in costumes while he didn’t even know who Jar Jar and who Jabba was.

Scott just wasn’t feeling it, especially because he would have to dress up as Anakin Skywalker (who even is that? Scott had only sat through the original movies, he had been too impatient to watch the prequels) and had to stand next to Malia in a metal bikini. Not that he didn’t like the sight of Malia in bikini, but he wasn’t really looking forward to the Star Wars dudebros drooling all over one of his best friends.

He wasn’t really planning to ever see The Force Awakens, to be honest. But then he saw Boyd watching the movie trailer on his phone in the cafetaria and he could smell how excited he was about it and he was still sitting alone, even after all they’d been through together, and Scott just had to do something.

So he had taken the seat opposite of the bigger boy, not missing the surprised look on his face before he crawled back into his shell, and had suggested they go together.

Boyd had told him he didn’t have to, that he could go alone if Scott didn’t want to go, but Scott wouldn’t hear of it. So when Boyd had agreed to go together with one of his rare, genuine smiles, Scott had rushed home to watch the movies before the next day, when they had planned on going.

Of course it’s painfully obvious Scott isn’t into Star Wars as much as he claims to be, but if Boyd notices, he doesn’t show it.

To be fair, the movie is pretty great. The characters are likable, the plot is exciting to follow, there’s even a shocking death during which Boyd grabs Scott’s leg in shock and gasps loudly. He isn’t complaining. And when they get out of the movie theatre and Boyd has one of those special smiles on his face, Scott thinks this was a pretty good idea.

“Dude, and that scene with all the Stormtroopers where they take Rey!! Holy shit, honestly. Man, Finn had to shoot one of his own, what if they were like - friends? Do you think Stormtroopers have friends? I mean, what’s their backstory?” Boyd rambles and it’s honestly the most Scott has ever heard him talk in one go. He’s impressed.

They’re walking home - Beacon Hills only has one movie theatre and it isn’t too far from either of their homes - and Scott contently listens to Boyd talking. He has a nice voice, soothing. Scott wishes he could hear it more often.

It’s chilly out, late January and late at night. Scott regrets not bringing his coat. Boyd must notice, because he takes his arm to get him to stop walking and shrugs off his jacket.

“Here, take mine,” he says as he hands it to Scott.

“How’d you-”

“Werewolf senses, Scott. Here, take it. I’m too hot anyway.”

“Are you sure?”

Boyd rolls his eyes, something he must’ve picked up from Derek, and urges Scott to just take the jacket. So the shorter boy does, and he smiles gratefully.

The jacket is leather and loose around Scott’s shoulders; it vaguely smells of burned wood and soap and Boyd’s own scent. He digs his hands into the pockets and nuzzles into it a bit.

Boyd continues talking on their walk home, and Scott suspects his flowing mouth has something to do with the dark. It’s always easier to talk when it’s dark out, it’s like the night takes the words, polishes them to take off the sharp edges before letting go of them.

They say goodbye with a smile and a nod, wishing each other a good night and weekend.

It isn’t until Scott’s in his room and undressing that he realizes he’s still wearing Boyd’s jacket.

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“How about you and I get out of here?”

Stiles tries to lean as far away as possible from the guy currently aggressively hitting on him, but he’s somehow snaked an arm around his waist and holding on tight. He’s pretty sure the guy is harmless, but that’s the third time he’s practically panted in Stiles’ ear and that shit is gross.

“Not happening, man” Stiles says, physically picking up the hand curled around his hip and placing it back in the guy’s own personal space. It doesn’t stay there long. He’s debating just elbowing him in his stupid lecherous face when he sees his saving grace.

Snagging Boyd hard enough to make one of the drinks he’s carrying slosh over the side - from the death glare he gets, he knows he’s going to pay for that later - he announces a bit too brightly, “Boyd is my boyfriend.”

The guy’s eyes widen a bit, and he definitely leans away. “Sorry, man. I didn’t know.”

Stiles rolls his eyes. If the guy had bothered to do anything but try and shove his tongue down Stiles’ throat at the first opportunity, he would have known that.

A few seconds tick by, and Stiles starts to realize he may have made a grave mistake. Boyd is absolutely the type of person to call Stiles on his lie just to fuck with him. Crap.

Finally, Boyd raises an eyebrow and says, “No, you didn’t. And now you do.”

It’s very effective. Even Stiles is kind of menaced.

Once the guy practically runs off, Stiles sighs in relief. “I owe you one, man. That was awesome.”

“Why didn’t you just tell him who your actual boyfriend was?” Boyd asks as they make their way through the crowd to their table in the back.

“Because that guy was not taking no for an answer. Do you really think he would have believed the boyfriend at home story?”

Boyd shrugs. “Maybe not.”

“Oh! You think this’ll convince Derek to actually come out with us next time?” Stiles asks excitedly. He’s been wearing Derek down for months, but the closest he’s ever come is convincing Derek to walk him down to his car. It is not going well.

“I think Derek’s going to tell you to man up and reject people on your own next time.”

Stiles scowls because yeah, Boyd’s probably right. Damn him.

anonymous asked:

Jumping on the bandwagon: they didn't really think boyd through either. Someone (JD?) said they killed off boyd because they had no storyline for him. YET THEY COULD HAVE HAD A STORYLINE ABOUT HIM LOOKING FOR HIS MISSING SISTER?!

Boyd’s death will never not upset me.

I can’t get as upset about Erica or even Allison because the actors asked to leave, that was their choice. But Boyd? Boyd had so much promise and so much potential, and honestly they just killed him off because they apparently figured a) with Erica gone, Boyd had no purpose, like they were just part of this faceless duo of Derek’s Betas and didn’t have a point without the other (or, more likely, Boyd just didn’t have a point without Erica) and b) it was time to tear away everything Derek had so Scott could become the undisputed alpha, and taking away Boyd was a part of that (along with Isaac defecting to Scott and Derek losing his alpha power).

There was so much that could have been done with Boyd. His sister’s story, like you said, was introduced and then just left hanging there. He and Derek could have developed such an interesting dynamic; growing to slowly trust each other after Boyd’s defection, Erica’s death, and Derek’s early shortcomings.

The show has never given up a single major (non-villain) character willingly besides Boyd, and it makes me so mad that they just shrugged and wrote him off for no reason.

Twisted Bonds

Straightening the opposite strap of his breastplate, Derek rolled his shoulders as he looked back and arched a brow at Boyd who just kind of shrugged in reply. “It’s a decent look, but the cape is a bit much don’t you think?” Rolling his eyes, the eldest Hale son just slipped off the drape of red and threw it to the side.

“And now,” He snapped, voice a bit gruff as he looked over his pants and boots. Derek was trying to find an outfit for the banquet that night. Apparently there were talks of change in the throne room and Derek was one of the candidates to take over if his father decided it was time for him to step down. Derek wanted it, but at the same time, his mind swirled with doubt.

“Better,” Boyd nodded, “But are you sure silver is the color to go with?”

“Everyone else wears gold,” Derek replied, “Laura, Stiles, even Cora. It’s beginning to wear on my eyes. It’s different.”

“It makes you stand out.”


“You do realize that your outfit will not be the deciding factor in your coronation,” Boyd smirked and just laughed when Derek huffed and rushed by him.

“I will not even be chosen, Laura seems to be the best fit,” Reaching out for the wall he ran his fingers along the grip of his sword, before drawing it out and sheathing it along his hip. “Have you seen Stiles,” He asked suddenly, frowning, “He was supposed to be here as well to get fitted.”

“Your brother,” Isaac sighed as he meandered into the room, smirking, “Is taking his sweet, sweet time. As per usual.”