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what they say: Jeonghan is such a popular member, you don’t understand what it’s like to bias an underappreciated member

me, in my head: Jeonghan is so much more than a pretty face and a “swindler”, and everything else he has been portrayed to be. He has showcased consistent growth and expansion in his talents along with a comfort in who he is as a person. He no longer clings to his title of being the angel, nor is his hair his defining quality. As someone who openly stated that he can’t do much without the members and is lacking, he has developed a talent for MC-ing and maintaining an entertaining atmosphere on his own. Jeonghan’s emotional intelligence proves to be an asset to his relationships with others, as he is able to read the member’s emotions and quickly deduce what to do to bring them comfort or note a discrepancy in behavior. He is able to convey these observations well when needed, in an understandable and gentle way. Since pre-debut he has been noted to be the member with the best personality. He can be mischievous but that doesn’t mean he’s uncaring or untrustworthy, in a sense he causes a small commotion because he finds his brothers cute and enjoys seeing their reactions to situations. On the note of emotional intelligence there is also comfort he has in his own emotions, as he is able to openly express his insecurities and thoughts on things that many idols would not feel very confident in doing so. He will openly cry over friendships that mean a lot to him, because he loves that deeply. His intelligence goes beyond that sphere - he is a quick thinker, resourceful and down right clever in achieving what he wants. He’ll come up with a course of action on the spot before anyone can react. OFD Staff members were even impressed with his quick thinking. He is not caught up in “the pride of a man” or pride in general, he’s a humble and will take everything in with reason, even if it invalidates his identity. He is comfortable in who he is and understanding of why he gets these comments - though you can see the slight disturbance in his eyes at these times (the boy is TIRED stop it). As a performer, Jeonghan has shown tremendous skill in integrating the emotions of the concept in his face, demeanor and actions. His vocals alone have improved quite a bit since debut, he has found the way to utilize the beauty and uniqueness of his voice. His dancing is fluid, sharp and gracefully articulated from torso to limbs. It’s like he transcends on stage in front of your eyes. He was a freshly graduated young adult without a clue on what he wanted to do with his life and what he could do with his life due to his assumed mediocrity. Despite wanting to quit when times became difficult for him as a trainee, he didn’t. He preserved and is living the dream that found him. His role model is Lee Taemin, as Taemin has shown growth in talent since his debut and has been noted for being skillful as an overall performer. Jeonghan is constantly striving to be better, for himself and for Seventeen. But people are more interested in his hair and soft features as opposed to his drive. Don’t tell me he’s not underappreciated just because he’s popular. 

me, outloud: Shut up. 

My darling @blacktofade‘s birthday was, uh, two months ago, so here I am, ten years late with her birthday present. ILU BB!! If this lil au seems like it should be a full-length fic, that’s because it desperately tried to be, and I had to keep chopping at it to keep it under control, like some kind of rouge hedge on meth. (Now on AO3!)

In the hours after the fight, Stiles drives and drives and drives. At first it’s late, and then it’s so late that it’s early, but he keeps on driving, fueled by anger, mostly in silence, though somewhere around the middle of Pennsylvania he thaws enough to put on some music. He stops at a rest stop just past the Ohio border to get a breakfast sandwich, and as he sits at a dirty table and eats, he thinks: shit.

Doubt begins creeping into his thoughts; maybe he’d been too hasty. Maybe he should have given Jay a chance to explain - but no, no, fuck that. He’d always made it really fucking clear that if their relationship ever got to the point where cheating seemed like a good option, he’d rather just be broken up with and yet look what fucking happened. Stiles scoffs scornfully, chucking the wrapper to his sandwich in a nearby trash can. Two and a half years down the drain.

Refreshed by a new wave of anger, Stiles heads back to his car and gets back on the highway. He manages to wrangle his phone from his pocket and, ignoring the multiple text and missed call notifications, he calls his dad, who picks up with a sigh.

“You know what time it is?” his dad asks, and Stiles looks at his dash guiltily. He’s been so worked up that he forgot about the time difference - or the fact that even on the east coast, it’s early, the sun barely above the horizon.

“Sorry,” Stiles says with a wince. “I’ll call back later.”

“It’s fine,” Dad says with another sigh. “I just got home from an overnight shift. Everything all right? You’re not usually up before ten.”

Stiles opens his mouth and then closes his mouth, startled by the raw ache in his eyes.

“Stiles?” his dad presses, somehow gentle and sharp at the same time; Stiles is worrying him.

“I’m - ” Stiles clears his throat, tapping his fingers against the wheel. “Um. How would you feel about me moving home for a while?”

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I Hate You {Part Two}

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Theo x Reader

Part Three

“(Y/N)!” Greenburg yelled and you jumped, turning wide eyed until relief ran through you and you saw your friend and neighbour grinning at you.

“Hey, sorry I was…” You muttered and he shrugged tossing you your kit.

“Worried I was Theo out to get you?” He asked playfully which made you blush. “Don’t worry he won’t get through me.” You froze when he tripped over air and almost fell on his face.

“I’m so thrilled that you’re protecting me.” You giggled and headed to the girls changing room.

You could feel Theo watching you from the stands. He never left you alone for long and you could swear that even at night it felt like he was there lurking nearby. Even when girls flocked around him he’d be looking at you, often pushing them out of his way to hurry over to you only for you to run off.

“Can I hit him with a ball, I could do it… ok Danny could do it.” Greenburg grumbled, glaring at Theo who glared right on back.

“You two will you pay attention, (Y/L/N) try and get past McCall.” Coach yelled at you.

“Yes coach.” You mumbled

“Good luck.” Stiles whispered, sneaking forwards to grab you by the waist and give you a shove as you pushed off which propelled you forwards quick enough for Scott to underestimate where you were going.

“Better luck next time McCall.” You hooted and grinned, tapping your helmet against Greenburg’s.

Once you were done with practise you headed to your locker, glancing over at Theo’s where girls had swarmed around him, flirting and laughing despite the fact that he’d fixed his eyes on you. He shook his head when you quickly turned away, a panicked tightness set in your chest until Greenburg came over to walk home with you.

“See you in a bit.” He called heading into his house which was just next door.

“So, you two dating?” Theo asked making you yelp when you turned to see him leaning against the other neighbour’s mail box.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked and shuffled towards your gate, fumbling in your pocket for your keys so you could hurry to the door.

“I came to ask if you wanted dinner at my house… my Mom will cook?” He looked at you expectantly, nodding in defeat.

“I have to go.” You mumbled and ran to the front door.

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The Simplest of Plans

So here it is, my first attempt at a whump/sickfic/langst story.  

I would love to get feedback on if I have done the genre justice and where I should improve my writing.

DISCLAIMER: Graphic injury descriptions and explicit language are both used in this story so reader discretion is advised.

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Lance groaned as he cracked his eyes open just a little, as he tried to see where he was he realised that he was slumped over the control panel inside Blue.  He winced as he tried to move his body, a sharp pain racing up his body from every direction, he could feel everything so that was a good sign, right?  

Raising his head he looked out through the window in front of him and he realised that he had crashed in Blue as he saw that he was in a large crater with small fires burning all around him.  He croaked out a pained noise, hoping to call out to his team when he realised that his helmet had been knocked loose in the crash and was sitting on the ground a few feet away.  He needed to get in contact with the others, he had to let them know that Blue had no power and couldn’t fight.

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Sister Winchester

Originally posted by dimpleycos-things

Characters: Y/n, Derek, Dean, Sam, Cas, OC Matt

Pairing: Derek x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Basically just fluff, cute fluffy mate stuff, cute brotherly Dean, bits of fighting but nothing too visual or violent. 

Word Count: 1946

Summary: Y/n heads to Beacon Hills, meeting someone she never would’ve thought existed for her. 

A/N: Requested fic by @sallyp-53 - So the female reader is a hunter who is the sister of the winchesters she goes to beacon hills because of all the supernatural events happening. She finds Derek in his wolf form thinking he’s just a hurt animal she takes him. Not wanting to scare her he stays in that form as he heals only to find out she knows about the supernatural. He decides to show her his true form, they end up liking each other and dating but she doesn’t know how to tell her brothers she’s dating a werewolf. Sorry if it’s too long! Also if you want to change it up fine by me, I loved the last time you wrote my request so I just hope you like this one ❤️. So i kinda stuck to it, but not really. I don’t know if this is what you wanted, but i hope you like it. 

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Y/n settled into the little motel room, glad the tiny town actually had one.

It wasn’t that nice. 

She’d been in much prettier, larger ones.

But at least this one was clean. 

It looked as though the town probably didn’t have many visitors, the room looking as though no one had touched it in a while, yet, completely free of dust.

She settled on the bed, tired from her day of running through the woods, chasing down a damn werewolf.

Y/n wished her brothers were here right now, but they were on a mission to find a way to stop Abaddon, sending y/n away.

They loved her too much to risk the Knight of Hell hurting her in any way. 

So they mostly kept her in the bunker, letting her go on a few hunts. 

Nothing too major, but things they knew she could handle on her own.

So she went to Beacon Hills, hearing of large animal attacks, knowing it was most likely something supernatural.

She had no clue what it was until she came face to face with a werewolf.

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Stronger- Theo imagine

Originally posted by teenwolfhowl

Originally posted by moan-s


Request:

Anonymous said:

Can you do a teen wolf imagine where the reader gets bullied and Theo defends her and turns her into a chimera?

A/N: Currently catching up with teen wolf and have fallen for Theo all over again xx

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“I’ve really enjoyed tonight, I hope you also had a good time” dean spoke softly, his fingers running across your cheek bone down to your lips. You blushed and nodded your head shyly in response. Dean was one of the ‘populars’ and also part of a group of people who seemingly hated you. He had the choice of any girl in beacon hills high, yet he had chosen to go out with you. You were flattered and a tad hesitant but the fact someone like him could like you, gave you confidence in yourself.

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25 lives — part three || stiles stilinski

author: @broodybell
pairing: stiles x reader
word count: 1,428

authors note: from this part and onward, this series is going to take a turn and get very dark and emotionally traumatic for some. Also, i wrote this in like three hours, so i apologise in advance. 

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summary: reader learns the truth about stiles and her fate. the pair head for beacon hills to prepare for war. 


A throbbing pain drummed through my head, my eyes battering open and a wince escaped my lips as I struggled to sit up on the ground. “Whoa, hey. How are you feeling?” My head snapped up at the sound of a familiar voice, panic and fear surging through me as I frantically scatter off the ground and to my feet.

A tall boy stood before me, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. His hair was dark brown and devilish, a panicked expression on his face and he held his hands out to me in surrender and fear. I screamed out in terror, my back pressing against the wall behind me and he slowly and cautiously took a few steps toward me.

“Who are you!? What do you want!?” I cried out, my heart crashing against my ribs as it pounded for an escape. The boy lowered one hand, gripping my bath towel that was wrapped around his bare waist and he took another step toward me. “You know me! Just listen to my voice. It’s Stiles.” My eyes almost leapt out of their sockets, a terrified sob tearing through my throat.

I threw a hand out, stopping him from coming any closer, a purple wisp shooting from my hand. It surged right for his chest, a scorching cackle sounding before he fell to his knees, crying out in pain - then, he was gone.

With wide eyes and unsteady breath, I slowly lowered my hand, inspecting my palm before turning my attention to the white towel that was piled on the ground. A storm of purple mist dispersed from beneath it, fading into the air as I slowly approached it. I knelt down cautiously, my shaking hands pulling the fabric off the ground, revealing nothing but black fur.

I threw the towel across the room, my hands cupping over my mouth as tears prickled at my eyes. “No,” I whimpered, my hands slowly moving toward the unconscious pest until a loud pounding on the door caught my attention. I jumped back, swallowing thickly and stumbling toward the door, my gaze never faltering on Stiles’ body until I tear the door open.

“Dad.” I whispered, his eyes wide as he stared at the cat’s unconscious body on the ground. His eyes moved past it, jaw slacking when he noticed the scorched burn in the ground. “Dad, I-” He barged past me, cutting my words short and he immediately stalked toward the burn. I watched between him and Stiles, dad’s fingers grazing over the burnt wood before he cautiously stepped toward Stiles.

My eyes widened, a protective instinct coursing through my body, and I jumped forward, standing in front of him before my dad could get any closer. “You’ve unlocked them. You’ve unlocked your powers.” He spoke, tears falling down my cheeks as I held my hands up to him. “What the hell is happening to me!?” I demanded answers, shoving the palms of my hands in his face and he stared at the markings that were engraved into my skin.

He grabbed ahold of them, my body jolting backward and I gasped for air, staring at him with a cold expression and he furrowed his eyebrows at me. “What the hell are you?” Fear rushed through me, every nerve and hair on my body now standing on end as I took a step closer to him. He backed away slowly, shaking his head and releasing my hand.

“I’m your father, sové. Listen to me.” His voice was dark, low and cold; and it sent a chill up my spine. “We need to dispose the body.” My eyes widened for what felt like the hundredth time already, and I looked over my shoulder to Stiles’ stirring body. I turned back to my dad, shaking my head furiously and shoving him away from me.

“Sové, do you not understand what is happening? You’re powerful. You’re unleashing your powers. Whatever visions you’re having, do not listen to them.” I squinted my eyes at him, my head tilting at the few words he just spoke. “How do you know I’m having visions?” I questioned, the small sounds of fire cracking filling my ears and range rung through me.

// play me //

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He commented, his voice deep and raspy and I gave him a hardened look. His gaze fell from me and to the ground. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Stiles sheepishly stepping behind me, my dad hurtling toward us. “No!” I screamed, my hand shooting out in front of me. A golden wisp fired out of my palm, captivating my dad in a cursive lock and he struggled in the tight confinements of the bolts.

I waved my hand to the side, his body following as the golden bolts tore him off the ground, his body pelting into the wall and he fell unconscious. Power surged through my fingertips and up my arms, travelling through my body until it met my head. I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply and sighing in relief. But, when I opened my eyes, everything was different. The world around me had changed, it was chaos. “That was so badass.” I span around, falling face to face with a human Stiles. He swallowed thickly, hands cupping his crotch and I quickly span around, looking away and grabbing my purse.

“Take his clothes, not his underwear.” I informed, keeping my back turned on him as he quickly scattered over to my dad and, I presume, take his clothes. I stared at the palms of my hands, the symbols slowly fading off my skin. I slowly turned, my eyes catching sight of Stiles’ toned, pale chest. I swallowed thickly, silently admiring his body until he buttoned up the shirt.

He turned to me, taking small steps with parted lips, as though he didn’t know what to do or say. My eyes left his, staring down at my dad’s unconscious body, when Stiles holds me at arm’s length, bending down slightly, so our faces were just a few inches away. “Hey, I know this is scary. But we need to go to Beacon Hills. You saw the vision for yourself. My friends, they don’t remember. You need to make them remember. Y/N. You need to save us.”

I took another deep breath, nodding my head as power consumed me. I was no longer in control, I knew that. But, I also knew my purpose. I had to save them. All of them. No matter what it took. “We leave now.” He nodded his head frantically, waving his arms around and racing out of the door. I stalled for a moment, taking one last look at my poor excuse of a father before following Stiles out.

He was standing at the end of the hall, his body shaking in fear and he called out my name. I hurtled down the hall, inhaling a sharp breath when I notice what, or rather who, was stopping him. “She’s not real. That’s not Allison.” Stiles whispered, Allison’s panicked expression painful to Stiles’ eyes.

“Y/N, listen to me. You know I’m on your side! You’ve seen the visions, of me dying in Scott’s arms but it all changed. Everything changed, and right now - you need to come with me, you need to trust me.” I stared at her, completely emotionless. My hand shot out, tearing into her chest and my hand clutched her heart. Allison choked out on her own tongue, my grip tightening on her heart before I ripped it from her chest and her body fell to the floor. Her beating heart crumbled in my hands, falling to the ground and I stepped over her body, wandering down the hall as Stiles’ frantic footsteps followed close behind.

“You just killed her!” He panicked, looking back continuously at her corps until we exited the building and found my car. “Like you said, it wasn’t Allison.” I reasoned, climbing into my car as Stiles scrambled into the passenger’s seat. Just as I was about to start the engine, I stopped myself and turned to face him. “You’ve got a whole lot of explaining to do.” He nodded his head, eyes wide. “And I will. But only when we get to Beacon Hills. We need to get to my friends, before I can tell you anything.”

I huffed at his conditions before giving in, turning on the engine and quickly pulling out of the apartment parking lot, and breaking out onto the streets as we headed for Beacon Hills.


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PJO and Teen Wolf Crossover

What should have been a simple scouting quest leads to Frank and Hazel being kidnapped by an unknown enemy, and Percy and Annabeth head to Beacon Hills to rescue them. Things go a little awry when some locals take more of interest in them than they’d like, and it soon becomes apparent that Frank isn’t the only shapeshifter in town.

here’s a masterpost for every chapter. i’ll update it as i post new content.


chapter one

chapter two 

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven


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Hypothermal Courage (Jesse McCree x Reader)

Originally posted by lxnary

(You’ll pry this cliche from my cold dead hands (Get it? Because hypothermia? Well at least I make myself laugh :P ))

              Am I blind, or can I just not open my eyes?

              I whimpered, wailed, but I could barely hear myself. It was as if an old artic frost had slithered into my ears and frozen the eardrums solid. My head lolled to the side, hitting a hard, metallic surface. Through the thin skin of my cheek, its last wisps of warmth seeped into me. My mind began to teeter into the abyss, but something urgent, a primal, yellow fear streaked through my consciousness, jerking me back from the edge. I had to stay awake. If I wanted to survive, I had to stay absolutely, painfully awake.

              A moan wrenched itself from my belly, and I summoned all the willpower left within me just to peel back my eyelids a sliver, groaning at the effort. The first image that greeted my wakeful gaze were the big, block letters O-R-C-A, the O halfway buried in the permafrost. A memory was scratching at my skull. Where was I? What was I doing before waking up here? With much headache, I managed barely to recall flashing red lights, yelling, plastic cushions pushing into my back and breast, someone’s hand gripping mine.

              Oh God.

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Fluff The Angst : Peridot is gemetically incapable of fusion

Garnet wasn’t surprised to find Peridot on the Temple door, hand raised to knock on it;  Future Vision had been the very reason Garnet preempted the knocking. But she had elected not too Look too closely at what would happen after that, and so was taken a little aback when Peridot began by asking, “Does your offer to fuse still stand?”

Blinking once behind her visor, Garnet said, “Yes.”

“Oh!” Peridot’s face turned an ever darker shade of green, and she wrung her hands before belting out, “Then may we attempt fusion?!”

Smiling, Garnet said, “Yes.”

They went outside onto the deck to try– it was unwise doing so inside the house, since they had no idea how large they could end up being, and the porch was an easier surface to dance on than sand. 

It felt much like the first time they had tried, back when they’d still been building the drill. Peridot wasn’t as stammering and nervous, not trying to bolster herself with props. She didn’t fear fusion now– she anticipated it, quite eagerly. But as Garnet led the dance, she could still feel some hesitance in her partner. Only understandable, of course, and Garnet did her best to sooth it, with soft smiles and gentle touches and warm encouragement–

Garnet felt that familiar warmth and connection flowing through her. Could feel that light radiating from her gems. Peridot’s was glowing too, a bright beacon from her head. Garnet lifted her up, pulled her close– the light grew brighter–

– and nothing happened.

“Oh,” Peridot said, finding herself still in Garnet’s arms, dangling in the air.

Garnet put her down gently. “Don’t worry. It’s perfectly fine if it doesn’t work the first time–”

“BUT IT’S NOT THE FIRST TIME!”

Peridot’s visor had gone a little foggy.

Garnet didn’t press. She stood there silently, and after a little sniffling, Peridot provided an explanation. 

“I’ve been dancing with Lapis– a considerable amount, as part of our continued development of our musical skills and– nothing has happened. Not once. A few times our gems have glowed but… nothing. Lapis thinks– thinks it’s her. She hasn’t said as much, but she’s become reluctant to dance, and I can just… tell.

“But that was a very small sample size, so I have attempted with others. Well, not attempted, per say. Nothing as formalized as what I have conducted with you. But during my ‘hanging out’ with both Amethyst and Steven, similar incidents have occurred. We have been enjoying music. We have been happy. Our gems have glowed. And still we have not achieved fusion.”

“Ah,” said Garnet.

“That’s why I went to you. You are the… expert on fusion. But if I can not succeed with even you as a partner, then the conclusion is inescapable. I am the one incapable of fusion.”

Garnet sat down on the porch, crossing her legs. Peridot blinked at her.

“It doesn’t matter,” the fusion said.

“What?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Garnet repeated.

Peridot looked confused. Confused, and angry. “Do not attempt to soothe my feelings. I know how important fusion is to you, so–”

“Fusion is important to me,” Garnet agreed. “But it’s not the most important thing.”

“Then… what is?”

“Relationships,” said Garnet. “Romance. Friendship. Family. Love.” She smiled at the human words. “Those are what make fusion special. And you have all of those in abundance.”

“But– but– surely fusion is–”

“Just another way of experiencing them.” Garnet laid a hand on Peridot’s shoulder. “And I am sorry you might not get to have that experience. But it’s not a big problem. After all, humans can’t fuse either, and they get along just fine.”

“But I’m not a human,” she muttered.

“Humans and Gems are not so different,” Garnet said. “Human society is built on relationships, fusion or not. And our species are capable of building relationships without it, too. Look at Steven and his father, or Pearl and Connie.”

Peridot pressed her lips together, and said nothing. She seemed a little comforted, but not much.

Garnet considered saying something more, but decided she wasn’t the right person– or people– for the job.

Peridot’s head jerked up at the flash of light.

Ruby and Sapphire grinned at her.

“What?” said Peridot.

Ruby grabbed her by the hand, and tugged. “C’mon,” she said.

“Let’s go for a walk down the beach,” said Sapphire.

“But–” Peridot shook her head. “Okay,” she said, allowing the others to lead the way. In a small voice she said, “Wow, thanks.”

The three of them went off together, hand in hand.  

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Request: “Could you do an imagine where the reader(female) is dating Malia and the reader gets nervous meeting the pack and “hides” behind Malia begging to go home and cuddle while watching Netflix.”

Ship: Malia Tate x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, anxious, cuteness, minimal swearing, cuddling, etc. (If you have a problem with two girls cuddling and kissing, do not read this and lowkey leave my blog) 

Notes: None of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. 

Your P.O.V

I head into Beacon Hills High for another riveting day of class. Tossing my lunch and other useless items into my locker, I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist, kissing my cheek before pulling away to kiss my face. I giggle at the action, already knowing that it was my beautiful girlfriend, Malia. Malia and I’ve been dating for about a year and a half now, and I couldn’t have be happier. She brought me great join and made things easier on my life. As a partner does. Whenever we were at an event that required lots of talking, she was there to fill the void of empty space. And, considering that I am a very shy person, and Malia being a very vocal person, always had something to say. 

Not having a filter does that to you, I suppose. I clutch my books to my chest, grinning up at her. Our height difference being not so different. Malia kissed my cheek and lips again, grinning as I attempted to pull away from her. “Malia, not here!” I hissed but smiled. I wasn’t into public affection, not wanting to draw attention to myself anymore than I would need to. But Malia, well, she was a completely different story. She loved to put our PDA on the table. I knew her well enough, not only did she proudly vocalize it when I asked. But she adored me and wanted to show the world how lucky she was to have me. And, being a werewolf and all, liked to show territorial dominance over anyone dared to glance at my direction. 

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

She wanted to show the world that I was hers and she was mine. I intertwine my hand with hers, smiling. Malia grins back down at me, a simple action that I’ve fallen in love with. Whenever she looked at me, her smiles were soft, kind. A thing most people didn’t get the chance to see. I, being the lucky few. She walks me to first block class. I can’t help but glance at how beautiful she was, pure giddiness and adoration ran through me. Malia caught me staring once or twice, smirking to herself as I flushed red. When we got to my classroom, she kissed me goodbye and went to her class. I took my seat, still smiling from what had just happened. How could I have gotten so lucky? After class, Malia laced her hands with mine, stopping at her locker. 

“Okay, don’t freak out, but there’s a few people I want you to meet.” I took a step back, still surprised by her forwardness. “Who?” She grinned, the smile I’ve always loved. “My pack. We’re having a pack party and I really want to introduce you to them.” My heart stopped cold. I wasn’t good with meeting knew people. My anxiety and shyness has continued to let me explore. Deep down though, I wanted to make Malia happy. She noticed an internal war fester within me, wrapping her warm hands around my face, a small action that brought me great comfort. “Please, (Y/n).” She begged. “These people are like my family. Please come. For me?” I look into her eyes, her beautiful pleading eyes. Malia didn’t ask much from me so when she practically begged this from me, I knew these people must’ve meant something big to her. Sighing in defeat, I nod my head. “Fine. I’ll go.” 

Originally posted by rainbows-are-amazing

She giggles loudly, wrapping her arms my neck, kissing my face, profusely.  “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you so much! I’ll pick you up at seven! Bye, babe!!” She hops out of the school, almost giddy. I can’t help but grin at the sight. Deep down, however, my heart dropped at the thought of being with a group of people I didn’t know, and or associate with. God, what was I gonna say? Fuck, I’m gonna embarrass myself so badly.. I head on home, debating in my head on what I should wear. I spend the next three hours preparing lines in the bathroom, trying on, what felt like, hundreds, if not thousands of outfits. Finally being beyond fed up, I threw some black jeans on with a beanie, a batman shirt, a black jacket and some converse. Casual and fun? Right? Ugh, fuck it. I need to grow a vagina and woman up. 

My girlfriend needs me tonight, damn it. I ain’t gonna wuss out of this. I put on a determined expression, muttering already planned small talk in my head as a reminder. Glancing down at my watch to check the time, I sigh. 6:58. I spray myself with perfume before walking out, knowing that Malia would be exactly on time. Two minutes passed, and, like I predicted, she was right on time, as always. “Hey there, hot stuff. Ready for some fun!” She said, excitedly. I try to put on an equally cheerful expression, but my girlfriend being a werewolf and all, read my demeanor easily. “Yeah, so excited to have some fun.” I pop open my door, sliding into my seat. I can’t help but shake with nerves, my foot, unknowingly to me, continued to hop up and down as we drove closer to the party. 

Originally posted by flyngdream

As we pulled up, Malia took my face in her hands. I didn’t realize how beautiful she was until now, sporting a white shirt with a pair of light blue jeans and some high tops. Though her hair was short, it cascaded her face perfectly. Her face slightly brighter than normal, but I would assume it was the slight adjustment with her make-up routine. “(Y/n), your heart beat is really fast?!” She says, worriedly. “Deep breaths, babe. Look, I know I am asking a lot of you. But- I really want you to meet them. These people are like my family. And I have been dying to show you off to them and-” I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers, almost needy. Our lips mold together in a happy formation. When I release, her lips are swollen and Malia is completely in awe, literally breath taken. 

“Wow-” She manages to spew out. “What was that for?” I smile, pressing my hand to her cheek. “Malia, though I am very scared, half of the nerves come from you. What can I say, you make me nervous. But I am willing to do absolutely anything for you. Let’s go meet your friends.” She grins, giggly before kissing me again. I hop out of the car, sliding my hand in her palm to pull her back towards me. I kiss her again, more slowly this time. “You look gorgeous, by the way.” I manage to mutter to her. We lace fingers before making our way up to the house. The music practically bled through the windows and doors. Though I said I’d do anything for Malia, which is true, that didn’t stop my heart from racing. The second we reach the door, Malia hit the bell, smiling. Hoping she didn’t notice, I tried to hide behind her. 

A short girl with strawberry blonde hair opened the door, with pursed lips and a hard stare. Though her serious expression lightened greatly once her eyes fell on Malia. “Malia!! Finally! Where’s your girlfriend you keep telling us about?” Oh, fuck. Here we go. Malia moved to show me off to the girl who now eyed me up and down, as if she were scanning me with lazer vision. “Lydia, meet my girlfriend.” My cheeks heat up under her icy gaze. I force my hand out, muttering. “H-Hi, I-I’m (Y/n). Malia’s g-girlfriend.” She takes it, smirking back at Malia. “You got a good one. She’s cute. Come on in.” I sigh in relief, happy that the attention is no longer on me. But deep down, I knew that it wouldn’t last for long. All of a sudden, a group of people came up to Malia. Shit.. Lydia takes the initiative to introduce me. 

“Guys, that’s (Y/n). Malia’s girlfriend.” Their gazes moved to me. Almost immediately, my face flushed and I swear I perspired through my jacket cause I was sweating so bad. “H-Hi.” I embarrassingly croak out. A short Asian girl smiled up at me, her arm wrapped around another boy who towered over her. Boyfriend, I would guess. “Awe she’s shy. It’s okay, sweetheart. We don’t bite. I’m Kira. It’s nice to meet you.” I take her hand, not daring to hold her gaze. “It’s an honor to meet you, Kira. A-All of you. Malia talks so highly of you.” The boy who’s hands were wrapped around Kira spoke, smiling slightly. He looked warm, welcoming. “I hope all good things. I’m Scott, by the way. We’ve actually heard quite a lot about you too.” My eyes went wide as I fidgeted with my hands. “Oh, really? L-Like what?” I say, nervously, glancing back at Malia with fear. 

Before anyone could speak, Kira jumped up, practically shouting. “Oh! You must be parched! Let me grab you a water!” I manage to mutter a quick thank-you before she comes bouncing back. I rather liked her. She seemed nice. As I was taking a sip, boy around the same height as Scott said, with a smirk, still piggy-backing off our previous conversation. “She said, and I quote, ‘My girlfriend’s pretty good at a lot of things. But my favorite quality has to be that she’s great with her hands.’” I choke on the water, completely surprised that Malia said that to them. But then again, it was Malia. I shouldn’t be shocked by her forwardness and filter-less vocabulary. Coughing, I clear my throat, completely flustered. “Good to know.” Malia giggled at my embarrassing state, wrapping her hand around my waist. “Between you and me-” She says towards the group. “If I thought she was good with her hands, I can’t wait to tell you how amazing she is with her tou-” 

Wide eyed, I covered her mouth. “No, no, no. W-We don’t need to finish that sentence.” The boy that spoke earlier, Stiles, rotated our conversation into the kitchen. There, we relaxed, ate and hung out. I only spoke when I needed to. And of course, Malia over-shared and continued to fill the empty silence with her unfiltered words. Not really bothering me as much as I thought it would. However, the only thing that worried me, was being with new people. It’s not like they weren’t great, because they were. I was just not accustomed to them yet. I lace my hand with Malia, whispering only so that she could hear, hoping that they wouldn’t listen in or pry. “Hey babe. Can we go back to my house and watch Netflix?” She glances back at me, pouting. “Awe, we’ve only been here for a few hours!” I sighed, pleading slightly. “Malia. Please. Can we go home and watch Neflix and cuddle?”

I continued, fidgiting. “I met them and they’re really nice and amazing. I just need more time to get use to them. I need more time to break out of this stupid shell. Until then, can we go?” Malia saw the pure desperation in my eyes, sighing before smiling back at me. “Alright guys, we’re gonna head out. We’ll see you Monday morning.” I waved my hand good-bye as we headed out. The second we left the house, I sighed in relief. Though, on the way home, I couldn’t help but feel guilt. “I’m sorry we couldn’t stay longer.” Malia looked back at me with a small smile. “Don’t worry about it. I was kind of getting annoyed with Stiles and Derek giving each other the googly eyes. I am so proud of you though.” I asked, surprised. “Really?” She nodded, grinning from ear to ear. “Yeah, you are a rather quiet person and you took the risk to step out of your comfort zone for me tonight. Thank you.” 

I smile, softly. Feeling a lot better than before. The second we get back to my house, I pulled out the blankets and turned on my Netflix. As I turned around, I couldn’t help but giggle. Malia sat on the couch, curled up in a blanket, hot cocoa in hand. She looked absolutely precious. She slapped the side of the couch, grinning. “Pop a squat, babe.” I do so, wrapping my arms around her as she burrowed the top of her head in my neck. “Thank you.” I mutter, kissing her head. She looked back up at me, smiling. “I love you.” Grinning, I kiss her passionately. “I love you too.” 

(I hope you liked it!!) 

Detonate // Teen Wolf and Dolan Twins

Summary: Only two months of being miserably single you try to ignore the impulsive need to message Ethan. Not knowing that he’s just as miserable as you but when something terrible happens bring your Beacon Hills family to New Jersey it seems you don’t have a change to get back together or do you?

Characters: Ethan Dolan x McCall!Reader, Grayson Dolan, Sheriff Ryan (OC), Cameron Dolan, Sean and Lisa Dolan, Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, and Melissa McCall

Words: 4440

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any characters that are featured in this. I do not know the Dolan family so this is just a work of fiction. Lancaster High I made up for the story so if it’s a real school, I didn’t know.

Warnings: Swearing, school shooting, death, injury, blood, and a shit ton of angst.

Author: Caitsy

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Originally posted by teen-martinski

It was a cold December day that your finger hovered over the contact lit up on your phone in the busy cafeteria making you bite your lip. It had been barely two months since you had last talked to him but you were hurting so bad knowing that you both had thrown your years together away without really trying. He was busy with his career and you were busy trying to survive high school without drowning in the work you were given daily and the decisions about your future.

“Just call him.” Ellen, your best friend, said sympathetically squeezing your forearm.

“I can’t.” You mumbled locking your phone up once again, “He wouldn’t answer and I don’t know what I would say.”

“That you miss him?” Ellen replied, “He misses you.”

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The small Faunus was in town since his school had given the students a day off from classes. Jude was glad that he was able to get a day off since he wanted to head over to his favorite store to see what new books he could find this time. The Faunus enjoyed reading though as it was his favorite hobby when he was able to read. 

Jude never hid his Faunus race though as anyone who saw his cat ears would know what he was because of the animal features that he had. The Faunus were hated on because of their race since they weren’t anything like humans. He didn’t want to fight against the humans though because of their differences. 

Letting out a small breath, Jude pulled out his scroll to see if there was anything that his teammates needed while he was out. He was always willing to get anything that his teammates needed since he was a helpful person. But the one thing that Jude was wanting to do the most was learn as much as he could from a hunter or huntress since he wanted to try and help that way as an official hunter. 

In Awe (a Liam x MC microfic)

*Thanks to Liam faceclaim week for bringing this GIF into my life.


The fog clears and he sees it. 

The Roman goddess, Libertas, holding a torch above her head – a beacon for lost souls searching for a home. He sees the broken chains at her feet, half-hidden by her robes, her form rising above her limitations, her restrictions, her inhibitions. 

And then he sees her

And he feels something foreign stir inside him. 

She smiles as she gazes at the monument, her eyes sparkling with life, her smile warm and tender. 

“She’s beautiful,” she says. 

And he feels it. A flicker of hope. 

“Yes. She is.”

So she died. Big whoop. Werewolves existed. That had to mean they could break the rules of death every so often, right? The logical thing to do would be to find out how she came back, but that was so boring. Did it really even matter? One of the do-gooders could do that. Erica had a life to live. After she came to terms with the ~future~, one of Erica’s first stops was to hit the Beacon Hills Mall. Unfortunately, most of the stores were closed and the click of her heels echoed so loudly in the empty mall that it just wasn’t worth being in there anymore. If this was the future, it was awful and she hated it. She sat at one of the huge entrances with her bags surrounding her, consolidating her purchases to make the walk home much easier when she heard someone approaching. Thinking it odd that another soul existed in the mall besides her and the handful of pathetic employees she looked up to see who it was. “Hey,” she said, offering what she thought was an award winning smile, then shoved an empty bag in their direction. “Be a doll and throw this away for me? I’d do it myself, but I’m not leaving all these bags unattended. Someone might steal them… in this big empty echoing poor excuse for a mall.”

Looking at fan art like is this Stiles from Teen Wolf seasons 1&2 or is this Ronan from The Raven Boys series

Jackson's Jogger

Jackson Whittemore was the biggest douche in the world but was one of the best lacrosse players in history of Beacon Hill. Y/N was the nicest girl in the world and was one of the best jogger in the history of Devenford Prep. One night, Y/N decided to jog on Beacon Hills track. She begins to jog when she sees Jackson standing near the bleachers. Y/N stops jogging and asks “What are you doing here?” “I was here to practice my lacrosse until I saw you jogging,” responded Jackson “I’m not using your field, I’m using your track,” said Y/N “I know, I thought I would distract you if I were to do my practice,” responded Jackson “I can’t get distracted, I have my music, so continue with your practice,” said Y/N as she begins to jog again. Jackson does his lacrosse practice and watches Y/N jog around the track. He thinks to himself “How come she isn’t being nice to me?” Y/N looks at Jackson and thinks to herself “Maybe I should be nicer to him.” She stops jogging and walks over to him to say “Listen, I’m sorry if I’m acting rude. It’s because the girls at Devenford talk crap about you.” “Oh, I’m not like what the girls are saying,” responded Jackson “I know you were with Lydia, what happened to that?” asked Y/N “We just didn’t fit well together. Besides, she deserves someone better,” said Jackson “Oh, I should get back home. It’s getting late,” responded Y/N as she packs her stuff “Wait, will you go on a date with me?” asked Jackson “Sure, goodnight,” responded Y/N A few months later, Y/N and Jackson have only been dating for 5 weeks. Y/N haven’t heard from Jackson in three days. She heads to Beacon High to see if anyone seen Jackson. Y/N hears a phone rings and see it’s Jackson. “Jackson, I’ve been trying to call you. Where the hell are you?” asked Y/N “This is not Jackson,” said Stiles “Stiles, why do you have his phone?” asked Y/N “We need you to come to this place, okay?” said Scott “On my way,” responded Y/N as she drives to the address Y/N arrived at the place and entered. She looks around to see Stiles’ Jeep smashed in. “Guys, what’s going on?” asked Y/N “Jackson is that thing,” said Stiles as he points at the Kanima. Y/N looks at Stiles and responds “You’re joking.” “Nope he’s not joking,” said Scott as Y/N walks near the Kanima. The Kanima hissed at Y/N as she says “Jackson, it’s me.” The Kanima slowly turns into Jackson and looks at Y/N. “Now!” shouted Peter as he and Derek put their claws in Jackson. After Derek and Peter yanked their claws out, Jackson dropped to the ground. Y/N looks at Jackson and yelled “No!” Jackson still lays on the ground unconscious with his head in Y/N’s lap. “Jackson, please wake up, please,” said Y/N with tears falling out of her eyes. Suddenly, Jackson wakes up and flashes blue eyes. He looks up at Y/N and asks “Babe, why are you crying?” Y/N looks at Jackson in shock and says “Oh my god, you’re okay.” “Baby, don’t cry. It hurts me to see you cry,” responded Jackson as he puts his hand on the side of Y/N’s face “I thought I lost you,” said Y/N “I’m not going anywhere,” responded Jackson as he looks at Y/N “I love you,” said Y/N as she leans in “I love you too,” responded Jackson as he and Y/N locked lips

Originally posted by teenwolfalwaysalive

Malia going to Paris and meeting Isaac because Scott asked him to keep an eye on her. Malia and Isaac instantly disliking each other because she’s “crazy” and he’s “annoying”. Malia and Isaac getting into all sorts of shenanigans. Malia and Isaac returning to beacon hills head over heels for each other.

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Hi, love your page ;) I'm looking for a fic and I was wondering if you're able to help me find it. I think it's Human AU, where Derek and Stiles meet when Stiles is an adult. I remeber that Scott was homophobic. And that he was with Allison, but she left him after one of his homophobic outbursts. Scott blames that on Stiles. Can you help me, please?

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Originally posted by hypehope

Old Friends, New friends, Family by SterekandMcDannoShipr

(5/? I 25,709 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles moved to New York after graduation with Lydia, Ethan, Aiden, and Danny. He gets a degree in Cyber Security. While out celebrating college being over he goes to his favorite bar and one of the bartenders is a real ass. Before he and the others start their new company they head to Beacon Hills for a much needed break. While home on break he runs into the jerk from the bar and they hit it off. He also runs into Scott whom he hasn’t seen in 4 years. Scott had not been able to accept Stiles was gay and turned his back on him.