art: teen wolf

Do You Remember?

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Requested: Yes by @oh–well-whatever–nevermind

A/N: I loved writing this <3

Stiles: There’s a party tonight at Lydia’s, you want to come with me?

You stared at the text from your best friend, sighing in defeat as you quickly typed a reply, “No.” You knew what would happen if you went to the party with him, he’d spend the first ten minutes joking and laughing with you, then he’d see Malia at the other side of the room, shuffle nervously on his feet as he glanced from you to her and that’d make you roll yours eyes and tell him to ‘go on over to her’. He’d smile, pat you on the back and wander off for the rest of the night; leaving you by yourself.

That’s what it is like now a days, you left alone whilst he ran around with the werecoyote that rudely interrupted your five year plan. You made a plan when you were thirteen, a plan that would make Stiles Stilinski, your best friend, fall in love with you and it was working; god, it was working great until she entered his life. Maybe it was meant to be, maybe you were only meant to be best friends forever.

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“is that-” 


“and is she with-”


“but-” they both blinked at you and Theo who were embraced in the middle of the street. “who knew those two were going to-”

“im disgusted.”


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I think the worst thing in life is when you finish a book or serie and you know it’s the end. You won’t see your favorite characters again, nor read their adventures. You won’t see them grow, talk, laugh, smile and breath. You wish it could continue, you wish it could always have a sequel, but you know it’s not possible. The only thing left inside of you is sadness and you have this feeling that whatever you do, no matter how much you try, you won’t be able to live like you used to. The only thing you can do is read it or watch it again, again, again and again until death comes and takes your life away. It’s the end. You have to say goodbye once and for all, because it’s the only way to move on. There’s nothing you can do.

Scott- I Can’t Without Her

Request-  I know you don’t like writing about depression or suicide but I thought this could be after it. It’s senior prom and everyone so excited and happy except for Scott. You took your life because you couldn’t deal with the supernatural and losing all your friends, you were emotionally unstable-Scott decides to go to prom with the pack but all the slow dance song remind him of you all the great times you both had, from the first time you met, first date, first kiss, to your last day

Warning: Mentions of suicide

A/N- If you need someone to talk to, anonymously or not, feel free to message me. I’m always here to listen.

Scott sat on the bleachers, his eyes roaming the crowded gym. They landed on the streamers, the balloons, and the girls in the dresses they had probably spent hours agonizing over. Graduation was less than a month away, and the promise of celebration had swept throughout the room and landed on everyone…except for Scott.
He knew prom was supposed to be exciting, but he didn’t feel much like celebrating. Not when they had lost you almost four months ago.
He could see Stiles and Lydia talking quietly next to the table with the food, and Malia was swaying with the beat of whatever was thumping through the speakers. Every few minutes their eyes would flick toward him in concern, but he couldn’t bring himself to walk over and tell them he was okay. He couldn’t lie anymore. He just didn’t have the energy.
The song Malia was dancing to abruptly ended, only to be replaced by a slow, soft melody. Scott watched as the crowd on the floor thinned out a bit, only to be replaced by a mob of couples. Arms were wrapped around necks, and hands were placed on waists, and Scott felt like the air was being snatched from his lungs.
It probably took him longer than it should have to realize that this was the first song you had danced to together, at the least the first at a real dance. He remembered the feel of your gentle hands on his back, and how, when you laid your head on his shoulder, he had listened to your heartbeat and realized you loved him.
You were his best friend, and had been since he and Stiles had helped you up from the dirt when Jackson shoved you to the ground in third grade. This was the beginning of junior year, just after he and Allison had called things off, but he couldn’t help but forget about her when he looked down at your smiling face.
When you looked up to meet his eyes that night, he couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss you. Of course he had always been curious. You were his best friend, and he had always loved you, but that was something different. That was something more.
He closed his eyes and willed the memory to disappear, but as the song went on, he began to feel more and more like he couldn’t breathe. He jumped off the bleachers suddenly, and pushed through the crowd to get to the gym doors.
When he made it out into the darkened hall, he only made it a few yards before slumping against the lockers and sliding to the floor. He swiped a hand under his eyes, wondering why it took him so long to realize how you felt, and why it had to happen right before everything fell apart.
It hadn’t been long after that night that Allison died, and if that hadn’t hit you hard enough, you lost your sister to the Dread Doctors the next fall. Scott remembered how wrecked you had been, and one particular conversation had told him just how broken you were.
He had walked into your room one night to find you lying among a pile of broken glass. Your hands were coated in blood, and you were simply staring into the mirror you had smashed.
“Y/n,” Scott said shakily, grabbing you by the shoulders. “You should have called me.”
“What’s the point?” you had croaked. “There’s just…there’s no point to this anymore, Scott. My sister…god there was no point. They took her, and they turned her into that thing, and then they came back and just killed her. She didn’t die for anything. She died because we were too slow.”
“Y/n, no-”
“It’s true,” you had whispered. “There was no point. And there’s no point to any of this anymore. It just…it doesn’t matter.”
Scott knew now that your words had been a warning sign, but he was too shaken to notice. While he had been everyone else’s rock, you were his, and seeing you like that scared the hell out of him. If only he hadn’t been so selfish, if only he had thought more about you instead of himself, maybe he could have stopped you.
The sound of the door squeaking open brought him back to reality, but he didn’t look. He didn’t want to face whoever had come out into the hallway. He didn’t need anyone else’s eyes on him.
Reluctantly, he glanced up at Stiles. His best friend, the only one he had left, was staring down at him with a mixture of regret and pity. “Come on, dude. Let’s go back in there.”
“I can’t,” Scott whispered. “I can’t without her.”
“Scott. She’s not coming back.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Scott asked bitterly.
Stiles sighed and sank down beside him. “No, I don’t.”
“You’re angry,” Scott stated, his eyes narrowing as he glanced over at him.
“‘Course I’m angry. I’m angry and I fucking miss her.”
His voice broke against the silence in the hallway, and he closed his eyes. “She chose to do this, Scott. And I’m pissed. I’m pissed that she’s gone, and that she decided that it was okay to leave us behind, because it’s not. It’s fucking not, and yeah, I’m angry. I hate her a little bit for doing what she did. And I hate us for not noticing.”
“There was a lot going on.”
“Had to be the night of the supermoon,” Stiles whispered, his voice fraught with bitterness. “It just had to be.”
“Even if we wanted to be there,” Scott said softly. “I don’t think we could have.”
“She didn’t call,” Stiles reminded him. “She didn’t give us anything besides that fucking note.”
“No,” he insisted. “She gave us a lot more than that. She gave us everything.”
Stiles pursed his lips and looked over at Scott. He met the boy’s broken brown eyes, but he was sure his didn’t look any different. He reached out to grip his shoulder in the darkness, and he gave him one, firm squeeze. “You’re right.”
They sat there in the darkness, only able to tell how much time had passed by the music fading in and out. No one came out, aside from the occasional couple sneaking off to the janitor’s closet or someone leaving for the bathroom, and no one bothered them.
“Lydia’s probably worried,” Stiles said eventually.
“Go back in,” Scott told, flashing him a pathetic excuse for a smile.
“You can come back in, dude. No one’s going to judge you.”
The Alpha shook his head. “I just…I don’t think I can.”
Stiles took a deep breath and nodded. “I get it…but if you need me, I’m here. I’m always here.”
Scott nodded. “I know.”
With one last glance at his best friend, Stiles stood up and headed back into the gym. Another slow song drifted out through the open doors, and Scott closed his eyes and listened.
It hurt so much that you were gone, and sometimes, he felt like he would drown in the painful ache of not having you by his side. After everything the two of you had been through together, what you did had just torn him apart inside. He knew you hadn’t meant to hurt anyone but yourself, but now that you were gone, he was suffering the consequences.
He let his head fall back against the lockers and used his wolf hearing to listen in to the muffled music. If he tried hard enough, he could just imagine the two of you together out on that floor, swaying to the music, and loving each other in a moment that would never get the chance to be real.

seareyes  asked:

Hello! I've asked so many things on this blog, I just love the content you guys provide :). I was wondering if you knew any fics where Stiles is a BAMF and trains with Derek (and perhaps the Hale pack?) If you guys find any please do send them my way, thank you so muchh💖✨

Here’s bamf!Stiles who is in training. - Anastasia

Originally posted by k-eke

People Like You by AbandonShip

(1/1 I 3,819 I Mature I Sterek I Rape)

The pack deals with humans that hunt other humans:

The three of them sit out in their foldable lawn chairs. Derek and Isaac both wear a pair of sunglasses. Peter is the only one shirtless and holding a tanning reflector.

“Do you tan often?” Isaac glances over at Peter, slightly amused.

“Occasionally” Peter replies.

“He does it all the time.” Derek rolls his eyes.

Actual Wolves in California by fireflystiles (cuddlehazz)

(9/9 I 17,923 I General I Sterek)

Stiles sees a wolf in the woods and takes off running before his brain catches up with the situation.

If You’re Going Through Hell (Keep Going) by orphan_account

(20/20 I 48,554 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles thought everything leading up to Allison’s death was hell, but he was wrong. Spending senior year dealing with the pack’s dismissal of him while secretly training to be Deaton’s replacement was hell. Feeling guilty and hating himself for what the Nogitsune did was hell. Being in love with someone who would never love him back was hell. Well, if you’re going through hell, keep going.

Came For The Spark, Stayed For The Flame by orphan_account

(15/15 I 54,019 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek felt the panic build up in his chest as Jezebel held out a hand. He smelled it before he saw it, because who could forget the scent of what destroyed your life? Fire and spark and smoke curled from Jezebel’s hands, and the wood stacked at Stiles’ feet flared up.

When Stiles and Derek get bonded as Emissary-and-Alpha, hidden attractions become a lot harder to hide, secrets are kept and secrets are surfaced, and an evil teenage girl is planning even more ritualistic sacrifice

Hallowed Grounds by damnfancyscotch

(13/13 I 57,010 I Explicit I Sterek)

Everything in Beacon Hills is the same when Stiles comes home from college.

Well, except for the fact that he’s a published author now, Scott is halfway across the world with a travelling circus, Erica’s epilepsy has been cured, her boss offers him a job too, and there’s this weird black dog that seems to be following him around just to judge him.

Oh, and the murders, of course.

But other than that stuff… totally the same old BH.

There’s Magic Between You and I by halcyon1993

(25/25 I 260,698 I Explicit I Sterek)

After the disaster that was junior year, Stiles is more than ready to finish his last year of high school and move on to college. He splits his time between his studies, taking care of the pack—well and truly blossoming into his new role as the alpha’s mate—and training his powers with Deaton. At the same time he learns shocking secrets about his heritage, strange things start happening around town and to the pack themselves, and he finds himself in a race to save everyone when a new evil arrives and threatens to destroy everything he loves.

Dating Scott McCall would include...
  • Probably a really awkward start
  • He just can´t stop staring at you
  • “Why are you staring at me Scott? Do I have something on my face?” - “No, I just think you´re beautiful.”
  • Long-time best friends before becoming a couple
  • Even though you´re human you´re always 112% involved in any supernatural stuff
  • “(Y/N), you know I love you…but maybe you should try to stay out of this. I really don´t want you to get hurt!” - “You…love me?” - “Yeah”
  • You are always by his side not matter what becuase you love him, too
  • Cheek kisses
  • Nose kisses
  • Forehead kisses
  • Attending every single Lacrosse game he has
  • And wearing his Lacrosse hoodie
  • Mostly pizza-and-netflix Dates
  • Scott definitely gives the best bear hugs
  • Melissa being weary of you at first but soon you two are inseparable
  • #MommaMcCallApproves
  • Teaming up with Stiles to prank Scott
  • But he always gets back at you
  • “Damn those werewolf senses of yours!”
  • Lazy cuddles
  • And staying in bed all day
  • “Do you trust me?” - “Always”

Originally posted by hvproductions

Requests are still open, guys♥


Your parents decided to host a party for your father’s political friends. And since they had been nagging for you to find a boyfriend because they were rather traditional, out of pure frustration you blurted out that you already had one. So here you were, biting the inside of your cheeks like a nervous wreck, pacing back and forth in front of Scott. Who happened to be the Alpha of the pack and your crush since primary school.

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“Y/N, you said last night that you loved me!” Stiles began, you try to explain yourself but Stiles keeps interrupting.
“What made you change your mind?! You said nothing would come between us! I just don’t understand Y/N. I just can’t,” he stands and begins to walk out of the room. “Stiles,” You quickly reach for his arm, and successfully get hold of it. He turns to you one last time before he leaves, with tears forming in his eyes, and tugs his arm away. Leaving you. Alone and afraid, afraid that Theo may come back to further threaten you.

anonymous asked:

I was hoping for some recs on stiles overusing his adderal and derek/his dad/the pack get worried. I couldnt find many in the drug abuse tag so thought I'd ask. Thanks a bunch!

There is some in the Drug Use tag but it’s been ages, so here’s more! - Anastasia

Originally posted by illuminatikiller

Side Effects by lokiloo

(1/1 I 1,900 I Teen I No Pairing)

Before you decide to take an attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder treatment drug, such as Adderall, consider its common side effects including: Lack of appetite, Headache, Inability to fall asleep and stay asleep, Dry Mouth, Abdominal Pain and Discomfort, Weight Loss, Restlessness.

Hyper Active Little Bastard by YuffiesNinjaInsanity

(1/1 I 2,312 I Teen I No Pairing)

Stiles doesn’t believe he has a problem.

Overdose by TonyStarkIsARobot

(1/1 I 2,994 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles finds out first hand exactly how much an Adderall overdose sucks. It was a complete accident. Honestly.

I’d Lose Myself in You (you’re my favorite addiction) by verdantquest

(1/1 I 3,127 I Mature I Sterek)

Adderall is addictive. Teenagers are stupid. Or, the one where Derek saves Stiles from being an addict.

what do you call a lost wolf? (a where-wolf) by holygolightly

(6/6 I 24,768 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Derek understands that Stiles has a lot on his shoulders. He’s been putting in so much time and effort into helping the pack bond and really become a family of sorts and he can’t even begin to articulate how much that means to him. That does not mean, however, that it’s okay for Stiles to neglect himself in the process.

Well, if Stiles is going to insist on ignoring his basic-human needs, then Derek will have to take care of it for him.


The five times Derek takes (maybe a little too much) care of Stiles and the one time Stiles makes him talk about it.