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anonymous asked:

Hi, I just read Lovestrung by laeur and I wanted to ask if you have any more fics with the same writing style and also with ballet? Not necessarily dancing but just ballet would be good. Thanks :)

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Anonymous said:Hi, if its possible, could you update the dancer/singer tag? I don’t even know if it is a tag.. haha. But if it is, can you update it?:)

It looks like that fic has been deleted. Where is everyone going!? So we can’t judge writing style but here’s some ballet fics. (I know it’s not technically an update but enjoy anway second anon) Here’s our dancer!Derek, Dancer!Stiles tags. - Anastasia

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Insured by the Mafia by Lovehatress

(1/1 I 1,251 I Mature I Sterek)

A series of short one-shots that details Mafia Boss Derek’s relationship with dancer Stiles. Each one is a mini ficlet which I wrote to a song. The name of the song is above the ficlet that it corresponds with.

Who Knew? by RougueShadowWolf

(1/1 I 1,612 I General I Stackson)

Watching Stiles dance was like watching glory in its human form, like seeing the beauty of nature and life that could mend the wretched wounds life carved into ones heart from the first day of a child learns of pain or disappointment. And Jackson who had never believed in higher power swore for the first time that he saw Gods hand in work.

If You Want Me To Stay by orphan_account

(1/1 I 2,314 I General I Sterek)

The one where Derek is a fine arts student and Stiles is a dancer, practicing in the same Beacon Hills Police Department shirt his mom used to wear when he watched her practice in the living room.

En Pointe by MellytheHun

(1/1 I 2,991 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek as a ballet dancer? Him in thights! Like some “Step Up” AU? Stiles is dancer too. And so a ballet academy AU was born.

Life imitates art, right? by countrygirlsfun

(1/1 I 3,179 I General I Sterek)

Stiles is practicing.

Surprise, surprise. He’s the lead dancer in the new ballet rendition of The Little Mermaid and they open in just over a week so it’s not unusual that he’s putting in extra hours.

To be honest he needs the hours in the studio alone to finally get away from all the tension between him and Derek and Kate.

I’ll dance with the wolves by artemis69

(1/1 I 3,213 I General I Sterek)

Derek is used to life changing moments. They are his sad, sad specialty.

But nothing in his life has ever prepared him for the vision of Stiles entering the vast dance studio clad only in pale, tight pants and old dance shoes.

Stiles sends them all a look, rolls his eyes, then turns his back to them and starts stretching.

dancing shoes by redhoodedwolf

(1/1 I 3,967 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek Hale is the most ruthless ballet instructor in Northern California. Rumor has it that Abby Lee Dance Company along with the show Dance Moms were looking to collaborate, even give him his own show, and he turned them down.
Stiles isn’t so sure about the Dance Moms rumor, but he does know that Derek Hale is a force to be reckoned with, because the man glares at him the entire time Stiles is interviewing for the position of studio receptionist. It’s not the glamorous dance teacher job he’s been dreaming of, but it’s a step up. If he gets hired, he’ll be working alongside the Hale family, one of the most well known names in dance. Just even having that title on his resume will allow him to be a shoe-in anywhere he wants.
He just has to, yanno, not die under the force of Derek Hale’s glare.

The Chance to Come Through by clio_jlh

(8/8 I 7,569 I General I Sterek)

Derek’s auditioning because Laura talked him into it, though he’s not sure a ballet dancer is really what a televised dance competition is looking for. Stiles is auditioning because it seemed like a fun thing to do with Scott on a Saturday morning, and maybe he’d get to dance with Comfort, his favorite female hip hop dancer. They both end up getting a lot more than they were looking for.

You Can Do It (Put Your Back Into It) by p1013

(1/1 I 10,324 I Teen I Sterek)

“Oh, ballet. I used to dance, when I was a girl. Are you a dancer?” She’s looking at the magazine he’d grabbed at JFK and stuffed haphazardly into his carry-on on his way out. You can barely see the title, but BALLET is in full block letters on the front.

“I used to,” Derek says, then stuffs the magazine further into the bag.

“That’s a shame,” she says, smiling. “You look like you’d be a wonderful partner.”

“Yeah.” He feels himself flushing and turns away. “Not anymore.”

affettuoso by bleep0bleep

(1/1 I 13,066 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek mentally kicks himself for just standing there like a lovestruck fool, but it’s been exactly forty-six days since he saw Stiles, and he still remembers the taste of his skin, how Stiles feels underneath him.

Birds of a Feather Fuck Together by calrissian18, maichan808 (maichan)

(1/1 I 26,114 I Explicit I Sterek)

Laura is a crusader without a cause, Stiles dances like the whole world’s betrayed him and Derek’s having trouble getting both feet outside his door.

En Pointe With You by Welsh_Woman

(8/8 I 26,608 I Explicit I Sterek)

The day that Stiles Stilinski barrels into Derek Hales life, he figures he’ll just get another brother out of the whole deal.

Growing up with Stiles doesn’t necessarily change that thought.

It’s only after a trip to New York that Derek comes back to realize what had been under his nose the whole time…

He Doesn’t Bite. Much. by Mihiaasaurus

(18/? I 26,181 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Undercover Deputy Hale meets the elusive and shy Stiles Stilinski. Now all Derek has to do is survive this operation, get the omega to notice, and make sure no one else dies of the drugs circulating his hometown.

But will the innocent looking Omega notice the all infamous Bad Boy?
Will the deputy be able to solve the case?
Will more lives be in danger?

Tchaikovsky’s Nightmare by fshep

(1/1 I 30,089 I Mature I Sterek)

After a week of rehearsal, Stiles is convinced that there’s no way this production is going to end in anything other than misery.

Beacon Hills Classical Ballet Academy performs a variation of Swan Lake where all of the swans are males, forcing Stiles to partner up with Derek Hale. Things go about as well as one would expect

Just A Good Time by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(6/8 I 55,960 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles was used to getting called at, most of them men offering him money for sex. He had even accepted a few times, pinched for cash while having a stone-hearted landlord meant that he didn’t have a lot of options.

Deep down, he knew he could always go home—that despite the fight, his dad would always let him come home, even with James. That was why he hated himself more every time he accepted the cash.

(Or, the one where single parent Stiles strips and prostitutes himself out to feed his kid.)

Arkos Pregnancy Au

here it is folks. What started out as a way of making me feel less depressed spiralled out into this beautiful au.

are you ready??? (also please keep in mind that I only did some research into pregnancy so if something is wildly inaccurate its because I’m lazy)

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dopecliffy  asked:

Hey I wondering if you could possibly do a dancer rec? Like either they are both a dancer or one is or something :) I really love that au :) also love you keep being awesome

You’re too sweet! Thank you 💖💖💖. I don’t think I’ve ever read this AU before, but these fics look fun! There’s some fluff and some smut, so whatever you’re in the mood for, it should be covered.

En Pointe by MellytheHun (G 3k)

I got this prompt on tumblr; Derek as a ballet dancer? Him in thights! Like some “Step Up” AU? Stiles is dancer too. And so a ballet academy AU was born. 

If You Want Me To Stay by orphan_account (G 3k)

The one where Derek is a fine arts student and Stiles is a dancer, practicing in the same Beacon Hills Police Department shirt his mom used to wear when he watched her practice in the living room.

I Know You Can Slow Dance by stileskolpath (E 3k)

Stiles quietly let himself into the loft. He knew he wasn’t really supposed to be here. Granted, he felt better knowing that he could just let himself in. Having a key made helps quite a bit. He thought about the potentially painful repercussions that he might experience at Derek’s hands while he sucked down some of the chocolate milkshake he was carrying.

So what if he didn’t get permission from Derek to do it? The dude was constantly climbing in his bedroom window. Stiles figured it was kind of a trade-off.

But what he saw, he did not expect.

Grand Jeté by thekissballad (kkpsigirl) (G 3k)

“I don’t mean to be rude, Dad,” she said toward Stiles before turning back to Derek, “but as you saw, Mr. Hale, he’s not the most graceful person.”

Stiles snorted, turned red and covered his face while his daughter continued. “I don’t want him to perform a grand jeté and hurt himself. He needs to be able to catch all the bad guys. So…” she trailed off, looking between both men.

Dancing Shoes by redhoodedwolf (T 4k)

Derek Hale is the most ruthless ballet instructor in Northern California. Rumor has it that Abby Lee Dance Company along with the show Dance Moms were looking to collaborate, even give him his own show, and he turned them down.

Stiles isn’t so sure about the Dance Moms rumor, but he does know that Derek Hale is a force to be reckoned with, because the man glares at him the entire time Stiles is interviewing for the position of studio receptionist. It’s not the glamorous dance teacher job he’s been dreaming of, but it’s a step up. If he gets hired, he’ll be working alongside the Hale family, one of the most well known names in dance. Just even having that title on his resume will allow him to be a shoe-in anywhere he wants.

He just has to, yanno, not die under the force of Derek Hale’s glare.

Dance Inside by tryslora (T 5k)

Dance has music. It has music similar to what Paige played, and maybe, just maybe, it can lift the darkness from around his heart and give him back the soul that her death took away.

or

The one where Derek dances in NYC and when life in Beacon Hills calms down, maybe he can dance then, too.

If I Had To by irorn (T 7k)

“What are you doing here so early,” Stiles asks a bit warily as he turns down the stereo, “the place doesn’t open for another three hours.”

Derek walks his way to the stage keeping eye contact with Stiles the whole time. “Dance with me?”

“Dance with you,” Stiles repeats and looks at Derek with a raised eyebrow, “I don’t think…we’d be a good mixture handsome.” He says as he watches Derek get to the stage and then hoists himself onto the stage as well. “Ballet is too technical for my taste.”

“Stiles, dance with me,” Derek repeats and holds a hand out for him.

Fairytales Can Come True by Shewolf_La_Loba (T 8k)

No one knew Stiles could Sing.

No one knew Derek could Dance.

No one knew Fairytales could be so Real.

The Story of Us (By Dancing Steps) by ElStark (G 9k)

People always said that where Stiles was grace, Derek was strength. And he didn’t disagree, there was something in the way that Derek moved through the motions, a boldness and confidence that communicated pure strength. But it also had an elegance to it that always left Stiles staring, completely enraptured whenever he saw him dance. And this time was no different.

Derek gestured him to come closer and he went easily. “You’re Odette.”

“Excuse me?” Stiles arched an eyebrow and Derek rolled his eyes.

“Do you want me to show you, or not?”

Stiles huffed and muttered, “This doesn’t feel emasculating at all.” Under his breath, but put himself in position in front of Derek as asked. He squinted when he saw Derek trying to hold off a grin from his reflection in the mirror. “You’re an asshole.” Stiles told him and Derek gave up all pretenses, grinning widely at him.

Pull Me Down by allyasavedtheday (M 20k)

Lydia preens, giving him an indulgent smile. “I’ve found you the perfect dance partner.”

Stiles brightens, standing up a little straighter. Trying to find a dance partner for the upcoming year’s round of competitions has been an exhausting, unrewarding process so far. “Who is it?”

“Derek Hale,” Lydia beams.

Stiles’ face immediately falls and he sighs. “No.”

*

Stiles and Derek are both looking for a way to make themselves stand out from the crowd in their last competition before they graduate. Dancing with each other might be just the way to do it.

Tchaikovsky’s Nightmare by fshep (M 30k)

After a week of rehearsal, Stiles is convinced that there’s no way this production is going to end in anything other than misery.

Beacon Hills Classical Ballet Academy performs a variation of Swan Lake where all of the swans are males, forcing Stiles to partner up with Derek Hale. Things go about as well as one would expect.

We Move to the Same Rhythm by samann98 (E 54k)

Derek is the cocky captain of the basketball team with a not-so-secret love of dance and Stiles is the leader of the school’s struggling dance team. With Stiles’ dance team, Spin Cycle, on the verge of being disbanded, Lydia suggests they bring in some new members. Stiles agrees, until she suggests Derek Hale.

Hope you like these! My fic rec requests are always open.

Younger - Stiles Stilinski

Author : @chwendie

Pairing : Stiles x Y/N

Word Count : 2027

Warnings : SMUT


“Do I have to go?” Y/N complained to Mason and Corey who were gussying each other up in front of your vanity. You were sprawled out in your bed covering yourself with your favorite blanket.

“Y/N, come on get up,” Corey said prying the blanket away from you. “And get ready,” he sighed seeing that you were still in the clothes that you went to school in.

“Come on we told Liam that we’d be there in,” Mason checked his watch, “ten minutes.” he said.

“Why do you guys even want me to go? This party is for Juniors and Seniors, and I’m a grade away from the minimum requirement!” You huffed out flaring your arms out.

“It’s Stiles’s birthday party, it’s not like we’re taking you into a snake pit.” Corey assured you.

“You might as well be, and Stiles doesn’t even know me,” you retorted to both of them.

“Don’t you have him for like four classes? Yeah the only sophomore at Beacon Hills who’s taking senior classes, I think he’ll know you.” Corey tried telling you that everything would be fine.

“Liam texted me to get there soon,” Mason said putting his phone away. They both looked at you, waiting for you to get up. You were wearing a pair of Nike leggings with pink fuzzy socks and white high top converse, and a white over sized Beacon Hills Lacrosse shirt. Your hair was in a messy bun and you wore very little natural makeup.

“I’m not changing!” You protested crossing your arms. “If there’s more than ten people going it’s not formal it’s casual.” You hissed at both of them who were starting to think you were right. They both took off their cardigans and tossed them on your bed. “That’s what I thought.” You smirked to both of them.

“Alright well let’s go-” Corey said, but you snatched his keys from his hand.

“I’m driving!” You yelled as you ran down stairs and started his car. Mason and Corey looked at each other and sighed. They both got in and you drove as best as you could to Stiles’s house.

“Slow down,” Mason yelled from the backseat.

“Relax, she’s doing great.” Corey laughed in the front seat.

“She’s going forty five in a residential!” Mason yelled. You laughed and slowed down as you pulled up to the house. Liam was on the front lawn and got scared when you pulled onto the lawn instead of the driveway. Corey was dying of laughter and Mason was running out of the car into Liam’s arms.

“You good?” Liam asked Mason while patting his back and laughing. You and Corey got out of the car.

“You’re not driving back!” Mason yelled at you and you and the guys laughed at how flustered Mason was.

“I’m sorry Mase, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You said while locking your arm with his and walked into the house. Any doubt that you had while you were back home was gone the second you stepped in the house. Scott and Stiles came up to all of you to greet you. Your eyes immediately locked on Stiles.

“Hey guys, it’s about time you all showed up,” Scott made fun of all of you.

“Yeah guys about time. Who’s this?” Stiles asked the group, addressing you, asking about you.

“This is Y/N,” Liam introduced you to Stiles.

“Yeah, you have her for four classes.” Mason explained to Stiles.

“Oh yeah huh, so how you liking senior year?” Stiles asked. It went quiet. Everyone, including Scott, knew you were a sophomore.

“She’s a sophomore,” Corey said to break the silence.

“Right right, of course of course you are!” Stiles rambled on and again it got quiet. “So enjoy the party and I’ll see you around Y/N.” Stiles smiled and Scott pulled him away. Liam followed Scott to talk to Stiles.

I’ll see you around Y/N.” Mason teased you. You blushed and tried hiding it.

“Mase, stop, he’s way older than me.” You said to him.

“You’re sixteen, he’s seventeen. What’s the issue?” Mason was nailing you.

“He’s eighteen today! Which means he’s legal and I’m not and his dad’s a cop!”

“His birthdays on Sunday and they wanted to throw a party on Friday.” Corey explained.

“So he’s seventeen still?” You smiled.

“He’s seventeen.” Mase winked at you. Seventeen and legal for you. You smirked to yourself by the way Stiles was acting earlier you knew you had him wrapped around your finger. You walked with Corey and Mason to get a drink and they left you to dance afterwards. You watched everyone dance and you realized you should’ve listened to Corey and changed your clothes. You realized you must have looked so much younger than everyone else even though they were only a year or two older.

“Hey,” Stiles came up to you.

“Hi,” you voice cracked and you bit your lip in embarrassment.

“So you’re really a sophomore?” He asked running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah,” you said, you didn’t know why you were being short with him but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything else. He shifted uncomfortably trying to think of something else to say. You decided to take control.

“Sooooo seventeen?” Stiles asked apprehensively before you could say anything.

“Sixteen,” you looked down knowing that the lowest he’d go is seventeen. “But,” you said pulling him down by his collar, “I’d like to show you just how much older I can act, daddy.” You whispered in his ear and you heard him choke on the air.

“You wanna act older and call me daddy at the same time, princess?” Stiles growled in your ear. You felt small as he towered over you waiting for a response. “How about, you be daddy’s little princess and do what he says.” He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“And what does daddy want me to do?” You whispered back in his ear.

“Listen.” He growled as Scott walked up to you guys.

“Hey Y/N having a good time?” Scott smiled cheekily, he was oblivious trying to get drunk.

“Yeah, are you?” You laughed.

“I’m trying I’m trying,” Scott laughed stepping closer to you.

“Scotty, you know I think I hear Liam calling you.” Stiles pulled him back from you.

“I don’t hear anything man,” Scott smiled at you.

“Your kids calling you.” Stiles glared at Scott. Scott got the hint and left, but not before kissing you on the cheek. Scott turned and winked at Stiles. Stiles scoffed and told you to follow him upstairs to his room.

“So, Scott likes you.” Stiles mumbled closing the door behind you.

“Yeah he’s adorable,” you smirked at him. He had you against the door in seconds. He licked his lips as he looked down at you.

“Think so?” He growled. His tone of voice made your core soaked and you rubbed your legs together. He noticed. “What’s wrong princess?” Stiles nudged his knee between your legs and you whined as he pushed his knee up rubbing against your heat.

“Stiles,” you gasped as he pinned your hands above your head against the door. He looked at you surprised and let go of you as he opened the door. He was going to leave you there, flustered and not knowing what you did wrong. You couldn’t let that happen. “Stiles!” you yelled at out at him down the hall. He didn’t stop. He wasn’t going to come back up if he went downstairs. “Daddy!” You yelled down the hall, not caring who heard. He stopped and for some reason you got scared and went back into his room. You were breathing heavy and sat on his bed anticipating what he would do when he walked back in.

He stormed in locked the door behind him. You stood up and he kissed you hard and slow. Your hands went up to the hem of his pants and you tugged on it as you sunk down to your knees. You unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his throbbing dick. He gasped as the cold air wrapped around it. You slowly rubbed his dick up and down and watched as his face contorted in pleasure. You slowly sucked on the tip of his dick and swirled your tongue around it. He groaned out loud and pulled your hair causing his dick to leave your mouth with a popping sound. He pulled you up and immediately pushed you back on his bed. You looked up at him in a huff from being tossed around.

“What?” You sassed him.

“You made it really hard to take off your pants, princess.” He chuckled while slowly untying your shoes causing him to squirm around just by the way he was looking at you. He tore off your socks and pulled off your undies with your leggings. You took off your shirt and bra while he was lost taking off your clothes.

There you were, a sophomore, naked in front of the hottest senior you’ve ever seen. He pulled you to the edge of the bed and spread your legs apart. As he stood up he took off his shirt and stepped out of his pants, kicking them out of the way. He rubbed the tip of his dick along your soaked heat.

“What do you want me to do, princess?” He whispered.

“I want you to fuck me daddy,” you moaned arching your back needing any contact.

“Oh but you were such a bad girl earlier.” he groaned licking his fingers.

“When?!” You moaned out loud when you felt his fingers enter your heat for the first time.

“When you let Scott kiss you.” he said rubbing you faster.

“I’m sorry daddy!” You gasped as he found your sweet spot. You tried closing your legs but he pried them apart instantly.

“Not yet you’re not,” he smirked and spread your legs as far as they could go just before ramming his dick all the way in your heat. You screamed out loud as Stiles gripped onto your hips and thrusted faster.

“Fuck princess, you’re so tight.” He huffed out as he reached up to squeeze your boobs. He hovered down over you and started kissing your neck. His heavy groans filled the room and his dirty comments were sending you over the edge. He flipped you over so you were on top now as he laid on his back. You placed your hands on his chest as you rocked your hips back and forth.

“Daddy I don’t think I can last any longer,” you moaned out loud.

“Just a few more seconds princess,” he grunted as he took over and thirsted into you not holding back. You were whimpering with every thrust and you shut your eyes tight as his final thrusts sent you over the edge and you both let out the filthiest groans. You felt his load shoot deep in your heat as you cried out loud. Shortly after you collapsed next to him. It took you both a while to catch your breath and once you did you got up and put your clothes back on.

“Princess, where are you going?” Stiles asked you.

“Back to the party, someone has to be missing us.” You smiled at him.

“I’m missing you and you’re not even gone yet.” He mumbled. You finished tying your shoes and squatted down next to him on his bed, and held onto his hand. “Don’t go,” he added.

“Stiles,” you started, and his face looked instantly sad, “I have to go take a shower,” you whispered and you both started laughing. He rubbed his fingers over your hand.

“Will you be back?” He asked.

“Yes, and I promise to come back in a dress,” you kissed the tip of his nose, “with no undies.” You whispered in his ear and ran out of the room leaving Stiles in his room surely flustered. You forgot something and poked your head in his room. “Happy Birthday Daddy,” you winked and left to find Corey and Mason.


Hey guys! So I feel like I’m getting a bit more comfortable but sometimes I really feel like “yikes this is terrible” but I’d like to know what you guys think!

No I Don’t!

Ricky Horror x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: So, I’m not British, obviously. But the reader will be, and will also be talking with an accent, so if I use incorrect slang or terms, forgive me. At least I tried.


Ricky: R u coming 2 the show 2nite?

You: Gonna try! Plane lands at 7 so i should b able 2

Ricky: great! see u then?

You: course! <3


Ricky grins down at his phone, pleased.

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The Other - Part 4 - Smut

Originally posted by acefitz

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stuart Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,241
AN: Thanks for reading! This is the end!

Prologue
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3



Your head rested on your arms, the cold metal of the exam table chilling you to the bone. You were so tired, eyelids drooping as you fought to stay awake. Stuart had been sleeping for hours, his body laid out in front of you in the back room of the animal clinic. Deaton had checked him over, saying things looked good. The bite was already healing, and he had wagered that he would be waking up at any time. Scott had tried to get you to go home and rest, but you wanted to be there when he woke up. You needed to see that he was okay.

You jumped when Stuart began to stir, suddenly feeling more awake then you had all day. You gripped his hand tightly, peering over at him as his eyelids fluttered, a low groan leaving his throat.

“Stuart?”

“Y/N?” His voice was hoarse, eyes blinking blearily up at you. “Is it over?”

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Don’t Forget Me

An: I’m sorry guys… I had the idea, i’m so cruel. It was going to be sadder but I stopped myself


Don’t Forget Me Masterlist


Your gaze wondered out of the car and to the woods, the trees becoming a blur, distracting you from the others in the car. Your mother frowned as you perked up while the car rushed past the abandoned light blue Jeep.

It had been at the edge of the woods since Lydia was younger, the trees and vines nearly claimed it, but you saw it every time. You’d demand to pull over and have a look at it on the way home but your Mom was always too busy helping Malia or Scott to stop.

 

“Hey, behave… no talking back to Liam, he’s your coach at school not your uncle.” Lydia warned as she kissed your head and let you climb out of the car.

 

“Yeah, yeah.” You sighed.

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Welcome to the Family – Deputy Jordan Parrish Imagine (Feat. Sheriff Stilinski)

Prompt: hi !! i have a request for an imagine. can it be where the reader and parrish are in a secret relationship and sheriff stilinski is your dad and it turns out you’re pregnant so you’ve been avoiding him in fear of him leaving you and parrish doesn’t know yet and the sheriff finds the pregnancy test. i hope that’s okay, ty(:

Note: I got a bit carried away with this prompt and it’s kind of long. I hope you don’t mind.

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by teenwolfstydia

Y/N’s POV

I looked down at my bathroom sink counter and there laid four positive pregnancy tests. Four. Not one, not two, but four. I didn’t know how to process this; how am I supposed to react to this because I’m only a 20 year old college student and in a secret relationship with the father of the baby. Yes, I’m an adult but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to be a mother at 20. I’m in my second year of college and I have dreams, goals, and so much of the world to see before being ready to settle down, get married, and have kids. But now, I have to push all of that aside and figure out how I’m going to raise a baby.

The bad thing about a new and secret relationship is you don’t know where you and your partner stand in the relationship, where you want this to go, or how long you’re willing to make this relationship last. Jordan and I have been together for a few months and we’ve never really talked about what are our future plans and if our plans included each other.

There’s also that lingering question in the back of my mind, how will Jordan take the news? Will he be excited? He’s 24; maybe he’s ready for this kind of thing. What if he’s mad or not ready and wants me to get rid of it? If that’s the case, I love him, but not enough to kill an innocent baby, our baby. What if he wants nothing to do with the baby or me and just walks away? 

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Original Imagine: Convincing Brett to stay the night because you want to sleep with him

Author: Anon

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: smut, first time

You watched as one by on, everyone left your house leaving Brett as the only lingering person.

“I guess that’s my cue…I should get going.” He said as he ran his hand through his blonde hair.

“You don’t have to.” You said softly, licking your lips. “We can hang out. It’s not that late and my parents are out of town, hence the party.”

“Yeah, but…I have a game tomorrow and it’s kind of important. And my pack will probably wonder where I am.”

Thunder rumbled outside causing you to wince. Shit. Brett was watching you as tried to pretend you hadn’t had a mini heart attack. The idea of being alone in a dark hour surrounded by trees made you uneasy.

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Baby Sister Part 1(Stiles Stilinski x Reader) (Scott's sister)

Part 2- http://teen-wolf-boyss.tumblr.com/post/147781780696/baby-sister-part-2-stiles-x-reader-scotts

WARNINGS- smut!

You intently peered through the window blinds to watch your brother Scott pull out of your driveway and head out for his date with Allison. You grabbed your phone and called your boyfriend Stiles. You two had been dating for a few months and no one knew about it because you were terrified of what Scott would say.

After a few rings you heard he deep voice on the other end of the line. “Hello?”

“Hey baby, are you busy?”

“No, not at all?” He said with an excited voice.

“Do you want to come over here?”

“I would love to baby… But what about Scott?”

“He’s out with Allison and won’t be back for a couple of hours…”

“I’m on my way now!”

You smirked and went to change into
Something comfortable. You out on a pair of spandex and a Beacon Hills t-shirt.

Stiles soon arrived and you went to let him in. You opened the door to reveal your very cute boyfriend that was wearing gray sweatpants and a tight black muscle tee that showed of his arms and carved abs perfectly making him look even sexier.

You smirked at the sight. “So come in, we can go to my room.” You started walking away, Stiles totally checking you out as he followed behind and shut the door behind him.

You walked into your room and sat down on your bed. Stiles shut your door and then walked over to sit on the bed next to you.

“I’m so happy we finally get some alone time!” Stiles said as he gave you a quick kiss.

“Me too!” You said as you ran your fingers through his hair and rested your hand on the back of his neck pulling him in close to continue the kiss. He moved his hands up to grab your face so he could deepen the kiss. It soon became more passionate. Stiles was running his hands all over your body.

“So… What should… We… Do?” You said I between kisses. Stiles inlet out a soft moan.

“We could… We could… Watch a movie??” You suggested.

“We… Could do… Anything…” You said.

Stiles replied,“ I like… what we…. are doing… now…”

He bit slightly on your bottom lip asking for entrance. You slightly opened your mouth and he moved his tongue in, exploring all around.

He moved his hands down playing with the hem of your shirt, before he lifted it up and over your head.

He then stood up pulling you with him. His hands resting on your ass, giving it a squeeze, signaling you to jump up. You did and wrapped your legs around his body. He walked you over and set you down on the bed. As he did you grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, throwing it on the ground.

He moved his mouth from yours and began to focus on your neck. He began to suck in different spots being sure to leave marks as he went. He found your sweet spot and sucked on it hard making you moan out loudly. He was then satisfied and you could feel his smirk against your skin.

He then left a trail of wet kisses all the way down your stomach until he reached your shorts. He pulled them off along with your underwear. He then spread your legs and began to kiss up your thighs. He was right where you needed him most.

He then looked up at you. “What do you want me to do baby?”

“Mm… Please baby! Eat me!”

Before the words had barely escaped your mouth he licked a strip right up your slit. You moaned and squirmed beneath him, but he took he hands and held down your legs. He began to circle his tongue on your clit. You were moaning like crazy and Stiles groaned as he was sucking on you, the vibrations going all through your body.

Then your worst nightmare occurred, you then heard the door burst open and then the words,“ Stiles? (Y/n)?? What the hell!”

Stiles jumped up and through a blanket to you so you could cover up, he was still in sweatpants so he was fine.

“Listen, Scott…” Said Stiles holding his hands up trying I calm Scott.

Scott ran up to Stiles grabbed him and then pinned him up against to wall. “What the hell do you think you are doing with her?”

“Listen Scott…” Stiles tried to say before Scott punched him in the face giving him a bloody nose and making you scream.

You quickly finished putting your clothes back on then ran over stepped in pushing Scott back. Stiles slid down the wall and sat on the floor holding onto his nose. You fell to the floor putting your hand in his cheek trying to comfort him.

“Shh… It’s ok!” You told stiles kissing his forehead. “Scott! What the hell was that for!”

“What I walk in and I see my best friend doing god knows what to my baby sister and I’m not supposed to do anything! Why was he even over here? And why were you two… Ugh…” Scott replied.

“Listen buddy…,” began Stiles,“ (y/n) and I have been dating for about three months now. We didn’t tell you because we didn’t want you to freak out…”

“What so you thought if you told me you impregnated her it would be slightly better!”

“No, I had something… I wouldn’t do that to her Scott…”

“What so you were planning on coming over here and having sex with her?”

“No, i keep one in my wallet just in case. I wouldn’t force her into doing anything she didn’t want to do… I really care about her Scott… I really do!” Stiles said as he turned to look at you.

Tears were now streaming down your cheeks. As soon as Stiles noticed he completely forgot about Scott and ran over to you wiping away your tears with his thumb and pulling you in for a kiss.

“Please don’t cry baby girl… It’s ok! Shh… Everyone’s fine. I love you baby girl!” He said as he pulled you into a tight embrace. Turning his head down to kiss the top of your head occasionally and running his fingers through your hair.

Scott then spoke up. “ Do you really like him (y/n)?”

“Yes, more than anyone before!” You replied.

“And will you do your best to take care of her Stiles, no matter what?”

“Absolutely, I care about her way to much! As long as she is with me and even after that she is in great hands. I won’t let anything happen to her. Trust me…”

The room was silent for a moment then Scott said,“ Alright, I’m ok with it. Just please try to keep the kissing to a minimum around me and next time if you are ever doing that keep track of the time and lock your door…”

“Next time when you hear all of that don’t walk in…”

“Stiles don’t even go there…” Said Scott.

“Sorry…” He said as Scott walked out of the room. “Next time we can go to my place…”

“That sounds a lot better…” You said giving him a kiss.

“I love you so much Baby girl!”

“I love you too Stiles!”

Rainey Days- Theo Reaken

Warnings: None. Not yet anyways

Word Count: 1.3k

Disclaimer: There will be a part two so stay tuned. Also this was my first fic so give some feed back. Also request stuff I have a lot of ideas but I would like to hear yours too. Next part is smuttttttttt!!!!!

Netflix was the only thing that could be heard throughout your large two bedroom apartment in upper New York City. You had moved from Beacon Hills, California to New York at the ripe age of 19 and you’re 21 now so the city has been treating you quite well. You have a steady Job as a bartender at a near by club called Trix and you model on the side for some extra money. It helps a lot with your shopping addiction. Most of your friends from Beacon Hills either stayed there or went off to college and went to live in some random city. You kept in touch and saw each other on Holidays since all of your family’s lived back in beacon hills.  The only person that lived anywhere close to you was Theo Reaken, whom lived somewhere in Brooklyn and you rarely saw him. Scratch that you never saw him, you only knew he lived there because Scott told you he wanted to ‘start over’ and he picked the same city as you to do so.

The moon light shined through your window, illuminating your huge living room, with a jaw dropping view of the city. You lived 10 stories up in a quite nice apartment. Your freshly showered skin and recently dried hair were about the only other things illuminated by the bright moon outside your window.  At night you could hear the faint howling of other Werewolf’s in the city, and it almost made you feel at home. The chattering of rain could be heard and started to worsen up, you mentally thanked yourself for having a night in and not going out because you hated the rain. You only liked it when you weren’t in it.  A few more hours later and a few more episodes later nearing around 2:00 AM you decided to head to bad. You almost didn’t hear the knock.

Almost.

With your short pajama bottoms on and a very tight Beacon Hills lacrosse t-shirt on ,riding up on your stomach,  you were about to give the person on the other side of the door a piece of your mind for coming over at 2 am and knocking quite loudly. Grabbing the door handle and thrusting it open mentally face palming yourself for one: not looking through the pep hole and two: not locking the door. But what was on the opposite side shocked you more than anything. T H E O.

He was wet like really wet, like he had just jumped in a pool kind of wet. His New York Nuggets hat backwards on his head which was also as wet as him. He was wearing a nice white short sleeve shirt and a red and black flannel over it, his jeans were the typical kakis and his shoes were nike and were pristinely white. All and all he looked really good but Theo Reaken never looked bad not even at his worse.

“Y/n?” You were snapped out of your thoughts but his deep but heavenly voice. You made eye contact and you didn’t say anything for a good thirty seconds, you were shocked he looked no different than from in high school, but then again neither did you. You were taking each other in when you finally cleared your throat saying the unthinkable. “What?” He looked taken aback but only for a second. He looked down smirked then lifted his head again, “I didn’t know where else to go.” He stated. Your eyes narrowed at him as you thought of something else to say.  “I was in the club right down the street. Trix? I think I was, I was trying to catch a cab but the rain was too heavy nobody was out there.” He laughed you eyes narrowed once again. Theo whom was still standing in the door way, looked nervous but still kept his clam. “How do you know where I lived?” Sassy but classy is what you were going for. What did he want? But something inside of you wanted to know more so you listened to him. “Well when moved here Scott texted it to me a while back. I just remembered you lived here tonight when it was raining cats and dogs.” Your eyebrows rose. You realized what he wanted. So slowly you moved away from the opening of the door, opening it slightly more.  Theo walked in and gave you a quick and shy smile as he moved to the left of the entry way to remove his wet shoes and his dripping flannel. “You know I was wondering when you were going to come and visit me.” You chuckled. This was you trying to lighten the mood. He smirked as you lead him further in your home. Hearing a clicking sound, it was him locking the door. You knew he could hear your heart beat you tried to keep it steady. Swaying your hips you moved to your Kitchen which was connected to your living room. You turned to see Theo’s eyebrows raised as he took in the large space of your apartment. “Wow it’s really nice in here.” You smiled matter-of-factly.

You turned on your heels making a B line strait to your laundry room next to your kitchen. “Now, we are going to have to get that wet dog smell off of you so take off your clothes throw ‘em in the washer and get in the shower ill bring you down some sweats. The showers right through there.” You pointed to your downstairs bathroom that was right next to your laundry room.  He looked surprised that you knew just what he was implying. You chuckled “I’ll be upstairs.” You started for you stairs to your bedroom. “Hey, thanks for saving me from the rain.” He smirked before starting to take his shirt off. You glanced back just as his shirt came off and his glistening torso was illuminated by the moons light. It sent a rush to your core and you never knew you could feel this way about Theo. Or did you?

Grabbing a pair of sweat pants and a shirt that one of your guy friends left there from a while back you looked at it hopping it would be Theo’s size. Luckily it looked like it would fit him perfectly. You rushed downstairs hoping he wasn’t out of the shower yet. Fuck. Right as you reached for the door it opened with a shirtless Theo and a towel wrapped snuggly around his waist. He looked quickly down at the cloths in your hand and you shoved them at him and went into the laundry room to start the washing machine.

You went to start making a bed for him on the couch. You heard the bathroom door open and him hope on out like he was excited for something. You stuck your butt out just a bit more so he could get a nice view. He chuckled “So I can’t sleep in that other room up there?” For some reason this ticked you off. You snapped your head around and a glared before your whole body turned and tried to make yourself look bigger. “First off, my roommate sleeps in there and she’s gone for the week, so I don’t really think she wants some random chimaera sleeping in her bed. Secondly, if you don’t like the couch you can leave.” He looks at you with a slight smile. “No I’m fine with the couch princess, thank you.” You huffed and started up the stairs, already frustrated with the events that have taken place tonight.   

  “Night.” Calles up to you and you can’t help but smirk. Having a guy in the house kind of feels good. “And remember I’m always here for you.” You smiled. Oh what will the next day bring?

"You Belong with Me" - Isaac Lahey Imagine

Note: This imagine was inspired by Taylor Swift’s song, “You Belong With Me.” Her lyrics are used in this imagine. Those lyrics belong to Taylor Swift. I do NOT own them. 

Part 2: I Belong to You

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AU: It’s a typical Tuesday night. The stars are shining and there’s a warm breeze in the air as the full moon hides behind the grey clouds. From my bedroom window, I see Isaac looking cute in his pajama pants with his Beacon Hills lacrosse shirt and running his hand through his curly hair. He looks frustrated as he’s pacing back and forth on the phone in his bedroom. He’s probably arguing once again with his girlfriend, Allison. She’s probably going on about some sarcastic and witty comment he said during lunch that made my stomach hurt from laughing. She’ll never understand his sense of humor like I do.

I watch Isaac throw his phone at the wall. Instantly shattering from it’s impact. Isaac has never had any temper issues until he was bitten and became a werewolf. A few weeks later, I was the first non-pack person Isaac shared his secret with. He told me everything. The full moon transformations, his new fast speed, heighten senses, and powerful strength. Eventually he showed me everything; the terrible facial hair, awesome fangs, beautiful yellow eyes, and some long nails that could really use a manicure. Derek told me Isaac had trouble controlling his anger during the first couple of full moons but eventually he was able to control it when he escaped the chains Derek cuffed him in.

Isaac escaped during his fourth full moon. He climbed the tree between our houses, hopped into my balcony in full werewolf form just hours after telling me his secret. All of a sudden he became calm as his facial hair disappeared, the fangs withdrew and claws were removed. At first, I couldn’t believe it, but I certainly wasn’t afraid of him because at the end of the night he was still Isaac. My Isaac. 

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Savior- Liam Dunbar

PSA:

I don’t care how much you “love” your boyfriend/girlfriend, if they ever put their grubby little hands on you in any way that makes you uncomfortable or puts you in pain.

DROP. THEIR. ASS. IMMEDIATELY.

AND DON’T LOOK BACK BECAUSE ABUSE IS NOT SOMETHING THAT SHOULD JUST BE IGNORED. BEING DRUNK IS ALSO NOT AN EXCUSE FOR THEM PUTTING THEIR HANDS ON YOU AND RUINING YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE OR BODY.

I WILL PERSONALLY COME THROUGH MY COMPUTER SCREEN AND SMACK THE SHIT OUT OF ANYONE THAT I FOUND OUT IS ABUSING ANY ONE OF YOU.

IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOUR RELATIONSHIP IS GETTING ABUSIVE, GET OUT AND TELL SOMEONE BECAUSE I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS SHIT.

Now, excuse me while I go sharpen my knives. xxx


Warnings: Abuse, Triggering Material, Non Consensual Behaviors, Mentions of Sexual acts. 

Please read at your own discretion.

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ethereal // isaac lahey (smut)

This is a repost of my Isaac Lahey short, Ethereal. Someone pointed out that it was similar to sluttylahey’s story but I didn’t plagiarize her story therefore I am reposting it. If I get any more messages pointing out the similarities, they will be deleted. 


Originally posted by theflavourofyourlips

Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Warnings: Mature content, swearing.

Walking into the loft, you softly placed down your bag on the soft blue couch, calling out if anyone was home. When you didn’t hear anyone reply, you made your way into the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle out of the refrigerator. Leaning against the counter, you closed your eyes and enjoyed the warm light the poured in from the large windows.

The feeling of tranquility was quickly broken when you heard a loud moan pour out from one of the rooms lining the hallway upstairs. Confused, you set your water down, slowly making your way to the staircase, hand clutching the railing as you made your way up, eyes glued to the hallway entrance the whole time. You quietly walked down the corridor, pressing your ear to the closed doors, pushing open the ones left ajar until you were at the end of the hallway, in the dark corner with a door that was painted a dark blue.

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benaya-trash  asked:

Sterek ballet or dancing fics?

Yeeessss! I love when they dance. Here you go, @animestalkerit. - Anastasia

Originally posted by apirouette

This tumblr fic.

If You Want Me To Stay by orphan_account

(1/1 I  2,314 I General I Sterek I Art School)

The one where Derek is a fine arts student and Stiles is a dancer, practicing in the same Beacon Hills Police Department shirt his mom used to wear when he watched her practice in the living room.

Dance Inside by tryslora

(1/1 I  5,453 I Teen I Sterek I Dancer!Derek)

Dance has music. It has music similar to what Paige played, and maybe, just maybe, it can lift the darkness from around his heart and give him back the soul that her death took away.

or

The one where Derek dances in NYC and when life in Beacon Hills calms down, maybe he can dance then, too.

Hanging on Your Tips by Nyx Nur (Pamndora)

(4/? I  6,536 I Teen I Sterek I Dancer!Stiles, Photographer!Derek)

Laura Hale is a ballet instructor for a big studio in San Francisco, she lives with her brother Derek Hale, photographer.
Derek visits Laura’s studio for a few shoots, one of the students there has his attention.
Laura wants to help and so does all their family, how will that work out?

The Lights of the City Are Too Heavy (too heavy for me) by sterek_halinsking

(1/1 I 6,821 I Teen I Sterek, Scira, Allison/Isaac, Jydia, Berica I Dancer!Stiles)

Stiles has a secret. Well a secret he has only told his father and Scott, he hasn’t told the pack. He’s afraid of what they’ll think of him. Stiles is a dancer, well to be precise a ballet dancer.

The Chance to Come Through by clio_jlh

(8/8 I  7,569 I General I Sterek I So You Think You Can Dance AU)

Derek’s auditioning because Laura talked him into it, though he’s not sure a ballet dancer is really what a televised dance competition is looking for. Stiles is auditioning because it seemed like a fun thing to do with Scott on a Saturday morning, and maybe he’d get to dance with Comfort, his favorite female hip hop dancer. They both end up getting a lot more than they were looking for.

You Can Do It (Put Your Back Into It) by p1013

(1/1 I  10,324 I Teen I Sterek I Save The Last Dance AU)

“Oh, ballet. I used to dance, when I was a girl. Are you a dancer?” She’s looking at the magazine he’d grabbed at JFK and stuffed haphazardly into his carry-on on his way out. You can barely see the title, but BALLET is in full block letters on the front.

“I used to,” Derek says, then stuffs the magazine further into the bag.

“That’s a shame,” she says, smiling. “You look like you’d be a wonderful partner.”

“Yeah.” He feels himself flushing and turns away. “Not anymore.”

Dancing With The Moon by starsandgraces

(2/2 I 10,882 I Explicit I Sterek I Dancing With The Stars AU)

Dancing With The Stars AU. Stiles Stilinski, former child star, has been strong-armed into participating in a reality show by his agent in an attempt to raise his profile and actually get him some work as an adult. With champion dancer Laura Hale on his arm, Stiles might even stand a chance of going all the way. Their only obstacle (aside from Stiles’ complete inability to cha cha cha) is Lydia Martin and her professional partner—Laura’s brother, Derek.

Beacon Hills En Pointe by Moit

(8/12 I  12,884 I Teen I Sterek, Kate/Derek, Scallison, Jydia I Ballet AU)

Beacon Ballet’s season begins with a new artistic director, Derek Hale, a retired dancer. He’s the ex-boyfriend of the company’s prima ballerina, Kate Argent, and that, among other things, has convinced Stiles Stilinski, a soloist, that Derek is trying to find a reason to fire him.

There’s already bad blood between Derek and Kate due to an accident that befell his older sister, Laura, but Kate seems content to put that all behind them. She’s not going to let anything get in her way, certainly not a young little upstart like Stiles.

Birds of a Feather Fuck Together by calrissian18, maichan808 (maichan)

(1/1 I  26,144 I Explicit I Sterek I Dancer!Stiles)

Laura is a crusader without a cause, Stiles dances like the whole world’s betrayed him and Derek’s having trouble getting both feet outside his door.

Twinkle Toes by Prince_Po

(7/? I  27,483 I Mature I Sterek, Stisaac, Steter I Ballet AU)

In which Stiles gets accepted into his dream school, the New York School of American Ballet, where he intends to study dance, primarily ballet, and child education and Derek is the primo ballerino, prodigal dance son, that has been idolized by Stiles since he made his mark in the dance world. Derek ends up needing to fill in as one of the dance teachers and Stiles’ lucky freshman class ends up having him, but his weak ankles can’t stand the force of Derek (who, funnily enough, gives him weak knees) and it ends up being less than an ideal situation where he needs extra, one on one sessions with the man. And no one seems to understand how hard it is to hide a boner in a tard (that’s short for leotard, which Stiles’ father still can’t understand).

UPDATE:

@scruffysterek found us another one.

I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. by Sterekismyotp

(1/1 I  2,132 I General I Sterek)

Derek’s trust issues had gotten him into trouble multiple times through the years and he should learn that if there was someone he should trust it was Stiles. Especially after everything they had been through in the years.

But he had always felt like there was something that he was holding back from others, some secret that he was afraid of people finding out.

At first he had thought it might be that he was gay or bisexual but once he came out, his behavior still did not change.

When he returned from college with the rest of the pack, Derek had been surprised at the changes in the boy now turned into a man.

He had filled out and seemed much more comfortable in his body, his fashion sense changing from loose fitting t-shirts and plaids to much more fitted clothing, his posture much more straight and confident.

Gone was the hyper spaz that he knew and replaced was a much more smooth and focused version of himself. Sauntering into the room with a Confident grin, not quite aware of the sexuality he oozed. He didn’t think Stiles would ever quite grasp exactly how gorgeous and breathtaking he was, but he was much more comfortable in his own skin and no longer hunched his shoulders like he used to.

anonymous asked:

Heyyyyyyyyyy can you update the pining tag? Thanks

Yup.

The Bowling AU (oneshot | 4,466 | Teen)

The boy’s got on a red beanie a faded Beacon Hills high t-shirt and baggy gray sweat pants. His face is framed in dark black glasses. He’s got his hands in his pockets and there’s something about him that reads mischief. He’s easily one of the more beautiful people Derek has ever seen and he’s quickly becoming overly fixated on the boys moles and the dark wispy unkempt tendrils of hair that escape from under his hat. Derek has to sit down. Like right now.

Fuck You, Deputy Hale! (Complete | 17,558 | Explicit)

“He’s very close to me, almost too close, like so close that I can smell him. He smells wonderful. Manly. Not too strong. He smells like pine and forest and speed stick deodorant and something else; something familiar. I’m just trying to place it when he leans in and whispers in my ear.

"Oh stiles you’re hilarious.” He says. His voice has lowered like 2 octaves, which is surprising cuz it’s already pretty deep, and he has this sultry way of blowing a bit too much air of of his words while he’s whispering. I immediately shiver and I’m made aware of the fact that I’ve closed my eyes. I open them and peek to my right. He’s grinning at me. Like he knows something I don’t and he’s going to use it to ruin me…“

Or the one where Stiles wakes up on his dad’s birthday to a full breakfast made by Deputy Derek Hale and some very confusing and wonderful things happen…

The Truth of It (oneshot | 2,161 | Mature)

Derek took the picture late one night the summer between Stiles’ junior and senior years of college, the last of their four summers together. Or not-together. The last of their four summers of whatever it was they were to each other in those years, fucking nonstop and spending nearly every waking moment together for three months at a time, both of them aggressively maintaining the it’s-just-sex-it-doesn’t-mean-anything rule they set their very first time together, the night of the pack’s high school graduation party when, slightly drunk, Stiles kissed him for the first time, determined and eager, heart pounding in Derek’s ears.

(870): So I just tried to wake him up with a blow job and he literally touched the top of my head and said snooze button

for lycaonthropic, because she deserves the world. but i can only give her a dumb fic. happy belated birthday, beautiful.

“Would you ever turn down a morning blowjob?” Stiles asks Scott, before he’s even halfway through the door. It’s just after noon, and Stiles has been sitting in the same spot on the couch pondering this question in between bites of leftover egg rolls and vegetable lo mein. He misses the way Scott trips over the threshold, and it’s only werewolf reflexes that keeps him from toppling face-first into the floor.

Honestly, Stiles is still reeling in shock from Derek’s casual rejection this morning that he really doesn’t notice. Or care. To be fair, it wasn’t so much a rejection as it was a raincheck. But still. Who would postpone a blowjob?

He feels the couch settle underneath Scott’s weight, and he makes a face. “Well?” he turns to face Scott, who has a look on his face like he thinks Stiles is crazy. Stiles is more than familiar with this specific look.

“No,” Scott decides. “I suppose not. Why?”

“I just tried to wake Derek up with a blowjob, and he literally tapped the top of my head and said ‘snooze button’. Snooze button,” he emphasized, waving his hands in the air, when a horrible thought struck him. “Oh god, what if I’m bad at blowjobs!” he wails, and Scott looks so far out of his depth, it would be funny if Stiles hadn’t just realized his blowjobs sucked.

“I’m sure they’re fine, Stiles,” Scott tries, and Stiles buries his head in his hands.

“How would you know?” he demands, his gaze dropping to his hands. Scott winces, and makes an uncomfortable noise.

“I’m just assuming?”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better!” Stiles whines, shoving at Scott’s shoulder, which isn’t fair. Scott’s trying, at least. “I’m sorry, it’s just…” he trails off, suddenly shy.

“Hey man, you know you can tell me anything,” Scott tells him earnestly, holding Stiles’ gaze bravely. “Even if it’s about… y'know,” he motions towards Stiles and makes an obscene gesture with his hands. Stiles makes a face. “Exactly,” Scott says, looking relieved. “Even if it’s about that.”

“It was just weird, I mean what if he regrets being with me or something, because I’m weird and now we found out that I suck at blowjobs,” Stiles’ tone is light, but he can’t fool Scott. The uncertainty is clear on his face.

“You don’t suck at blowjobs!” Scott vehemently claims, and Stiles can’t resist. It’s not in his nature to be serious about things anyway.

“I thought you were supposed to suck?” he teases, and Scott goes red.

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disappointing-cheesecake  asked:

Do you know of any fics where the pack (or just stiles & derek) go 10-pin bowling? Or to an arcade or something?

uhh I have this one which is tagged with ‘eighties arcade games’

Ice Cream is Overrated by kototyph (1/1 | 2,344 | PG13)

Stiles is hopelessly competitive. Derek is just hopeless.

And these are the ones that I found which involve some type of bowling…

Stay in Your Lane by mikkimouse (1/1 | 5,382 | PG13)

Stiles works at a bowling alley and has a crush on Derek Hale, a frequent customer. He deals with this in the most mature way possible: by giving Derek dumb nicknames for every game he plays.

Of All The Bowling Joints in the World by museohmuse (1/1 | 4,891 | PG13)

“‘I - okay, here’s the thing.’” And the red flag shot up. Nothing good came from Scott saying 'here’s the thing.’ 'Here’s the thing’ was the reason Stiles’ face was on the wanted wall of the Chuck E. Cheese the next town over. 'Here’s the thing’ was the reason Stiles had a small scar on his chin from a water balloon. 'Here’s the thing’ was exactly why Stiles had trust issues.“

In which Stiles came out to have a good time and honestly he’s feeling like he might be falling in love now.

The Bowling AU by Shadowspeaker (1/1 | 4,466 | PG13)

The boy’s got on a red beanie a faded Beacon Hills high t-shirt and baggy gray sweat pants. His face is framed in dark black glasses. He’s got his hands in his pockets and there’s something about him that reads mischief. He’s easily one of the more beautiful people Derek has ever seen and he’s quickly becoming overly fixated on the boys moles and the dark wispy unkempt tendrils of hair that escape from under his hat. Derek has to sit down. Like right now.