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anonymous asked:

I LOVE your blog!!! I've been reading lots of you rec fics, and Derek is sentimental, shy, blushing and whatnot... Can I have one that Derek is confident? And that Stiles REALLY likes that side of him? Thank you my loves

Ooooo yes! This is one of my favorites. - Anastasia

Originally posted by stilessderek

Day at the Lake by cjr

(1/1 I 471 I General)

Stiles couldn’t turn away. Derek was trying to kill him. Water dripped down from his wet hair onto his unclothed chest. Stiles couldn’t help but stare. Derek caught Stiles’ eyes and raised his brows, looking cocky. He slowly turned around, giving Stiles a great view of his ass.

Light A Roman Candle With Me by Phantomlimb

(1/1 I 651 I Not Rated)

Stiles was just attending to his duties like a good barista when some asshole decided to order an espresso like he owned the place.

Shut Me Down by lazykisses

(1/1 I 2,051 I Teen)

Even when Derek’s an asshole, which is 75% of the time (90% on a rainy day), with his deadpan humor and cocky eyebrows and his annoyingly vague text messages (like that one time Stiles asked him if he’d studied for Chemistry and Derek replied with “hn”. What the hell does ‘hn’ even mean?), Stiles doesn’t mind. And that kinda scares him.

She Devils, Singles, and Lumberjacks by noviceliterati

(1/1 I 3,711 I Mature)

When Lydia asks him to accompany her to a singles night in exchange for her help, Stiles reluctantly agrees, but little does he know he’s bitten off way more than he can chew…

I love you, I love you not by Laluna92

(7/? I 19,789 I Mature)

That was around the time Derek started treating Stiles like the scum at the bottom of his shoe and he replaced Jackson with the “best friend forever” title.
I guess it’s one of those rare days where Derek acknowledges his existence. Great.
“You think you can manage staying out of my way, princess?”
Stiles takes in Derek’s cocky stance and he shoots him a glare, “Think you can manage to go fuck yourself?”

Unknown Kindness in a Cruel World by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(1/1 I 35,357 I Explicit)

The prince carefully observed Stiles. “Do you know who I am?”

Stiles knew he should have. “No,” he answered, knowing the pimp would be unhappy with that answer.

“Are you afraid of me?” The prince asked, his eyes never leaving Stiles.

Stiles’ heart was pounding in his ears, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He knew the pimp would want him to answer with a quip or flirtation. But Stiles didn’t want to lie—not to the prince. And he couldn’t tell why. “No,” he truthfully answered.

Mr Hale by SephrinaRose

(26/26 I 52,337 I Teen)

It was only last week that Stiles had been a completely happy college student, laying about and playing Xbox. But, now, only a few short hours later, he was known worldwide as Mr Hale’s bitch.

Oh shit indeed.

Or in which…

Stiles is a Columbia college student with photographic memory, who hates people that use and abuse others with their power. One day when he is forced to be in the same room as the King Of DickBags: Mr Hale, of Hale Magazine, he gives him a piece of his mind…only to find that it was a mistake he will regret for the rest of his life.

Or is it?

We Move to the Same Rhythm by samann98

(16/16 I 54,263 I Explicit)

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.

accusations and jealousy.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

scott mccall x reader

prompt: scott has been ignoring you for weeks so you move onto issac, just for scott to see and drag you away.

warnings: SMUT. rough, swearing, ass-play, squirting.

A/N: i have so many derek requests but this has been sitting in my ask for a long time and i finally got around to doing it, yay. also, this is pure fucking filth so if you’re under 18, don’t read it. (or any of my writing really.) thank you.

the classroom was loud as you sat in history class in beacon hills highschool. everyone was talking and giggling about what they’d done at the weekend having no clue how you and your pack had put your lives on the line just to keep them safe yet again, but that wasn’t what was on your mind. 

tapping your pen off of the desk, you stared at the back of scotts head with your fist resting under your chin. you knew he could feel you burning holes into him yet he didn’t turn around, knowing your eyes were filled with fire solely directed at him. it was no secret that you and scott had been known to fool around with each other, yet it had been weeks since he’d even spoke a word to you let alone touched you. 

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the road trip ☼ stiles stilinski

request : hii! love your writing! could you write an imagine where Stiles and the reader are dating and they go on a road trip and just fluff. thanks <3

word count : 2.7K

author’s note : this deviates from the original request in the aspect that the reader and stiles are not yet together, but are getting there. thank you for requesting and for reading !! 

  “Stiles? Any reason why you’re half asleep in front of my locker right now?” Y/N peered down at her friend, whom, as stated previously, was slumped in front of her locker with his backpack curled in his arms and his lips parted in a way that told pretty much everyone he was on the verge of passing out. He jerked awake suddenly, a familiar spasm of flailing limbs that Y/N had seen on many occasions previous to this one. 

   He got to his feet, slinging his bag over his shoulder and greeting Y/N with an all encompassing hug that lifted her slightly off her feet because of how tight it was and made her heart do a little nervous flip because of who was doing the hugging. “Sorry, was waiting up for you ‘cause I have a question but then… well, you know the rest,” he gestured to where he had been sleeping just moments before with a little laugh and an awkward rubbing of the back of his neck. Y/N noted that boys do that quite often, from what she’s seen. 

  She touched a hand to the back of her own neck to see if it brought her the same sort of comfort that it seemed to bring every boy she had ever come into contact with, but she just felt odd, so she brought her hand back to her side.  

    “Oh,” Y/N smiled at him, she couldn’t help it, and turned to open her locker as he leaned against the row next to hers. “So, what was the question, buddy?” She prodded, thrusting her bag into Stiles’ hands without warning and instructing him to open it for her. She adjusted her hair in the mirror on the door before chucking it into her bag along with the books she hadn’t bothered to bring home already. She knew for a fact that Stiles had cleaned out his locker ages ago and only insisted on coming back to school every day for two purposes: he had nothing better to do, and he loved the vexed look that would cross Bobby Finstock’s face whenever the man glimpsed the lanky eighteen year old in the hallways. 

    The look on coach’s face was enough to send Stiles running down the hallway with a gleeful look on his face, screaming at the top of his lungs how much he loves Finstock until Lydia’s mother was called out of her office to stop the disturbance he was causing. 

   He had been paying more attention to the side of Y/N’s face than the words coming out of her mouth up until she slammed the locker shut, causing Stiles to flinch and jerk back. “Ouch, Y/N, cool it with the slamming, would ya?” 

   “You were gawking at me like an idiot,” she explained, not letting him justify himself before she continued on, “What was your question, again?” 

    Stiles, struggling to recover from his faux pas but failing due to the new color in his cheeks, placed Y/N’s bag on the ground and made sure it was secure before answering her. “Right, that…” He paused, not sure if he wanted to ask her the question anymore after what had just happened. If he couldn’t manage to keep his cool around her for a mere five minutes, how was he supposed to manage doing so for what was most likely going to be a trip that was a week long, possibly more depending on the amount of stops they made. She waited patiently as ever. Y/N had learned to be patient when it came to Stiles.  

    “Um, well, I was just wondering if you maybe, possibly, wanted to go on a little bit of what sort of is an adventure with me this summer?” Before Y/N could answer, Stiles was talking again. “Well, okay, it’s not really an adventure and it’s more of a thing where I don’t wanna go move into my dorm alone and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me on the drive and help me move in and stuff. It’s a two day drive with no stops but I figure you’ll probably wanna stop and whatnot and that’s fine as long as you’re with me on the trip and then I’ll pay for your plane ticket back I just really want someone to drive with me and also I need you to drive because I lost my license inside that stupid wild hunt train station….” 

   Y/N gaped at him for a second. She was slightly baffled that so many words had just come out of his mouth, though considering it was Stiles and she had known him since the age of eleven, she probably shouldn’t have been as surprised as she was. “You don’t want Scott to come?” She asked, lifting her bag from the ground and holding it securely in her arms. 

    Stiles, now afraid that she had no desire to accompany him on this road trip and feeling sufficiently embarrassed, said, “Oh, that’d be, you know, cool, but Scott’s staying in California and he still wants to stay for his mom and stuff and you were my first choice to come with me, anyway, but if you don’t want to that’s fine I’ll ask Lydia or something-” 

   “Oh my gosh, Stiles!” Y/N exclaimed with a shake of her head, grabbing his arm before he could run away. “I’ll do the road trip with you! God, calm down sometimes, will you?” 

   He scoffed. “Do you not know me at all, Y/N?” 

     “You can’t complain about the music I listen to.” Y/N told Stiles, stern. He rolled his eyes at her, stacking one box precariously on top of another. She had folded down the backseat of her mother’s car in order to make more room for Stiles’ stuff, since he was moving into his dorm as well. They had fit as much as they could in there for now; he would whatever else he needed when his dad came up before the first day of his classes. 

     “As the passenger of this car, I have a right to complain, Miss Y/N.” 

     “As the person driving your dumbass across the U.S. and then driving myself back, you have absolutely zero right to complain, Mieczyslaw.” Y/N laughed to herself as Stiles let out a loud groan, scowling at her from the passenger seat as she climbed into her car. 

    “Now, you-” he shook his head at her- “you’re terrible. Just terrible. I don’t know why I’m best friends with you. At all. I should be given a large present just for putting up with your bullshit.” 

    “Yeah, yeah, Stiles,” Y/N laughed, patting his knee as she started the car. “Just remember, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”

     “Stop trying to be Dean Winchester.” 



       He stared at the empty place in front of her as they sat in the diner. Y/N was sipping on her water, confused as to why he was so fixated on the fact that she wasn’t hungry right now. 

       “You’ve gotta be hungry,” he finally said, glancing down at the generous heap of curly fries that were piling on his plate. He had ordered two plates for himself and combined them without realizing that Y/N hadn’t ordered a thing besides the glass of water she had managed to make last throughout the hour. “C’mon, order something.” She shook her head adamantly. 

      “No, no, I’m not hungry, I swear,” she insisted for the third time that hour. It was also because they had about twenty dollars to their name at this point, and they were only halfway to D.C. and needed the credit card to pay for a motel on the nights where they couldn’t bear to sleep in the stuffy car or outside.

      “You’re too stubborn,” he sighed. Stiles took another look at his fries, called the waitress over, and asked for another plate. He shoved more than half of his fries off his plate and onto hers, pushing it toward her. “Eat, okay? For me?” He gave her a tiny smile as he bit into one of his own fries, and Y/N felt her stomach squeeze when that soft grin was sent her way. 

     She was snoring and Stiles couldn’t find it in him to care. He just didn’t. Nothing she did ever bothered him, or could ever bother him. They were in the car, the air conditioner blasting as high as it could go. They were parked somewhere in some state that Stiles couldn’t remember the name of because he was so damn sleep deprived he wasn’t thinking straight. He figured her snoring was what was keeping him up, but waking her up was something he’d rather not do. Mostly because he never seen someone with a look of such serenity on their face whilst they were sleeping; her window was wide open, a pillow was propped on it so she could rest comfortably, and she was doing just that. She looked incredibly peaceful and calm and happy and Stiles loved this look on her. 

    Well, he had grown to love every look on her, but that was a whole different conversation. 

     He reached behind his seat and grabbed a blanket, placing it over her but still careful not to wake her up. Just in case she was cold. Stiles turned away and slumped against his seat, closing his eyes. He was just being a good friend. It didn’t mean anything, right?

    Y/N wakes up first that morning, her eyes peeling open and staring almost directly into the soft rays of the just rising sun. She feels the warmth on her face, the sky a pink so lovely when she looks at it, it could rival the way she feels when Stiles Stilinski looks into her eyes as if maybe he’s in love with her, too. She had felt his hand reaching for hers in the middle of the night, when she was somewhere in between awake and asleep, and had grasped it in hers as tightly as she could. It was a moment she had wanted to keep locked away in her mind forever. 

    “Y/N? You up?” Stiles called out, his voice still raspy with sleep. He released her hand from his as soon as he had woken up, reluctantly so. She hummed in response, glancing over at Stiles as he struggled to sit up. He had twisted himself into an odd sort of pretzel shape in the middle of the night in an effort to get comfortable. He groaned as his back cracked. “Jesus, that was the most uncomfortable I’ve ever been, ever.” 

    “Don’t be a baby,” Y/N said teasingly, sending him a smile. He squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again. It was too early for such a lovely sight, he thought to himself, rubbing his eyes. Stiles playfully punched her arm in response, not knowing what else to do. “No, but seriously, should we get a motel next time we’re too tired to keep driving?” 

    “Yeah, why not? We haven’t used the credit card yet, we should splurge,” he joked, knowing a motel was not a luxury in the slightest. It was still better than their current situation, though. “I’m cheap, though, so we might have to spring for a single bedroom only. Like, you know, with only one bed.” 

    “I know, Stiles,” she replied, seemingly unfazed. 

    “So… you’re cool with that?” 

    Her heart hammering in her chest, she said, “Why wouldn’t I be?” He shrugged in response, secretly just a little giddy. 

    Stiles worriedly peered out the car window, waiting for Y/N to return from the little convenient store next to the gas station. She had told him she needed to grab a few things from the store but they were down to their last five bucks and they had a good two days to go. And Y/N was pretty much always hungry. Suddenly, the door to the shop flew open and Y/N came running out with multiple bags of snacks in her hands and a mischievous grin on her face. Stiles quickly opened the car door and she threw herself inside, shoving the snacks between them and screaming, “GO, GO, GO!” Alarmed, Stiles fumbled with the keys and was screeching out of the parking lot before they knew it. 

    “Did you just fucking steal those?” 

     “We had two bucks left, Stiles!” 

     Laughing hysterically despite the fact that Y/N could have just became a known fugitive across this town, Stiles beamed at her as he drove. He wasn’t technically supposed to be driving, but he wasn’t thinking about that in this moment. All he could think of was- “God, I love you,” he said, louder than necessary and with more force than he ever thought possible. He said it so loud that the words prevailed over the thump of the music pounding through the car speakers, and he knew once the words slipped past his lips he could never take them back. And maybe he didn’t want to. 

   They were in his dorm room now. She was sitting on his roommate’s bed, the roommate that had yet to arrive, and folding Stiles’ jeans neatly because Stiles was hopeless when it came to neatly putting his clothes away. Stiles was putting his books on the small shelf he had been granted that was next to his new desk, where he had set up his computer already. He had a framed picture of him, Scott, and Y/N on his bedside table. It was almost perfect. He looked over at Y/N, putting the last book on the shelf and taking a deep breath. He sat on his own bed, patting the seat next to him. 

    “You okay, Stiles?”  She placed a hand on his shoulder.

     “Yeah, no, I’m totally fine,” he said, his voice squeaking slightly. His hands were clammy and his lips now felt oddly dry and cracked. He licked them nervously. “I just need to tell you something really, really important.” 

      “Go for it.” Her smile was encouraging, and so he did. 

     He sighed again, struggling to find the right words to tell this girl how he felt, how he had always felt, how he’d been feeling this past week and the way he knew he’d feel for the rest of his life. “Love is… love is stumbling through life with your best friend, you know? It’s this beautiful, wonderful thing. And I think that… that when you think that you’ve found love, then you’ve gotta go for it, right? Well, this is me going for it. You’re my best friend, all right? And you’re my person. The person I wanna spend my life with, as messy and shitty and complicated as it may be. I wanna stumble through life with you, okay? So, I’m just hoping that maybe you’ll wanna stumble through life with me, too.” 

      She didn’t need to think twice before reaching for his face and kissing him, her Stiles, the idiot she loved so much it made her brain hurt sometimes. He was hers, too. And if there was one person she was going to live a messy and wild and unpredictable and great life with, it was going to be him. Stiles pulled away first, bumping his nose against hers playfully. 

    “I don’t want you to leave now,” he frowned, his face still in close proximity to hers as he brushed her hair out of her face. “Wanna transfer schools?” His eyes lit up when he had this idea, but in his heart he knew that going to NYU had been a dream of hers for awhile and he would never ask her to seriously give such a thing up.

    “I’m a three hour drive from you, Stiles, I’ll come to see you all the time. Or you can come to me and I’ll show you around the city,” Y/N kissed him again. “I’m not letting you go now that I’ve got you.” 

     “Likewise, pretty girl,” he said with a stupidly dreamy smile on his face and a blush on his cheeks that wouldn’t leave so long as he had her, and it only took a ridiculously long overdue road trip to bring them together. 

Meant To Be//Stiles Stilinski Feat. Scott McCall.

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate.


“Babe, stop!” You giggle as Scott’s fingers trace over your ticklish spots.

“Just tell me!” He laughs as you squeal.

“It’s supposed to be a present! I can’t tell you.”

He throws his hands up in defense, “Fine. Fair is fair.”

“You guys are sickening.” Malia states.

“We’re just happy.” You shrug. Stiles throws his food down on his tray and gets up, an angry eye roll thrown your way.

“What’s his problem?” You ask as he pushes the door open and goes inside the school.

Everyone exchanges glances. “No idea.” Lydia says quietly.

After lunch you find Stiles at his locker. “Hey, are you-” You start.

“I’ve gotta go.” He interrupts, pushing past you.

“What..Stiles!” You shout, running after him. He was your best friend, he never acted like this.

“What’s wrong?” You step in front of him, walking backwards as he continues to go.

“Nothing. Just go to class. I’ll call you after school.” He goes around you.

He didn’t call you after school, he just cut communication with you.

You decide to text him.

stiles what is going on. seriously

Just leave it alone Y/N.

He didn’t want to talk to you anymore, and that didn’t change until your heart was broken. “Y/N, it’s just too hard with graduation and everything. We just can’t do long distance.”

“Scott…we can make it work.”

“We can’t, Y/N. We just can’t.” He stands up, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry.”

You bury your face in your hands, trying not to cry. You needed Stiles. If he didn’t want to see you you’d force yourself upon him.

You knock on the door, looking down at your feet as tears stream down your face.

Stiles opens the door, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You look up at him, the sight of him making you feel better. You open your mouth to talk but he pulls you into his arms before you can get a word out. You cry into his chest as he las his head on top of yours.

“What happened? Tell me.”

“Scott..he-he broke up with me.” You sob.

“What? Why?”

“He said we couldn’t do long distance.” You sniffle.

“He’s a damn liar. Long distance works if you try.” He kisses the top of your head. “Come inside. I’ll make you some coffee.”

You sigh as you pull away, “Thank you. So much.”

He grabs your hand and pulls you into the kitchen. You sit at the counter silently.

“When did he do it?”

“Like fifteen minutes ago.” You shrug, “I don’t know what I did wrong.”

You didn’t do anything wrong. Scott just believes he can’t juggle more than one thing at a time.”

“Stiles, what happened?”


“To you. Why’d you stop talking to us?”

“It’s Scott’s fault..I shouldn’t say anything. Just know it had nothing to do with you, you were just caught in the middle.”

“You just confused me even more, but I’m too sad and exhausted to care.”

“Fair enough.” He chuckles as he pours your coffee. “So..what’ve I missed?”

You sit and talk with him for awhile, the pain of Scott breaking up with you soon subsides. You went back to normal. You and Stiles hung out almost every single night like you used to. You loved having him back.

“Okay, so I have a question.” You’re laying on the couch with him.

“What’s up?” He smiles.

“Now will you tell me why you were avoiding me?”

He looks at you and sighs, “I like you, Y/N. A lot, love sounds overwhelming but it’s better suited for how I feel. Scott knew and he asked you out anyway. He just…had no regards for my feelings.”

“What? Are you serious?” You look up at him and he nods.

“Stiles, I had no idea.”

“Scott was the only one who knew. You couldn’t have known.”

He smiles at you and you sit in shock, “Stiles, I only went out with Scott because I thought I couldn’t have you.”

He looks like he was just hit in the gut, “Really?”

“Yes really.”

“So, you and Scott could’ve been me and you.”

“Pretty much.”

“Do I still have a shot at that?”

You smile, “I’m fair game.”

“Well…in that case, Y/N Y/L/N, will you go on a date with me?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

anonymous asked:

#91 #69 with Stiles:) thanks

Stiles Stilinski - “Tell me you need me”

Stiles stared at the letter in his hands. He had applied for the FBI college months ago and he had almost started to think that maybe he had not gotten in. But now he was holding the proof. He had gotten in. He would become an FBI agent. He would go and save the world. And he would have to move to the other side of the country.

“Stiles?” You looked up from your book and you curled your lips up into a smile. “Is everything alright?” You cocked your head a little and Stiles nodded.

“Yes, yes, I’m perfect, I’m great, it’s just…” He licked his lips and he placed the letter on his desk. “We need to talk.” He swallowed and you narrowed your eyes. “No, no, it’s nothing bad, on the contrary, it’s great news and I’m feeling great, but…” He paused for a moment. “Do you think we could make a long distance relationship work?”

“You got in?” You raised your voice and you jumped up from your seat to wrap your arms around his neck. Your lips kissed his and for a moment Stiles didn’t know what to do you with your overwhelming enthusiasm. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks…” Stiles hesitated a little and reluctantly he wrapped his arms around your waist. “But you do know that this means I have to move, right?” He whispered, his voice a little raw. This was what he had always wanted. This was what he had always dreamed of, but somehow he was afraid of what it would mean for you, for what he had with you, for the relationship he was so incredibly happy with.

“Yes, I do.” You nodded while you stepped back. “But I have known from the beginning that you would get in.” You shrugged your shoulders. “We’ll find a way to make it work, really. We can skype or we can text or we can send each other all kinds of messages using whatsapp. We’ll find a way.”

Stiles relaxed a little and he curled his lips up into a small smile. “So, you’re not happy because you’re finally free? Because this way you can easily get rid of me?” He winked and he reached for your hands holding them firmly in his.

“No! Why would you think something like that?”

“Well, Scott thinks Beacon Hills can live without us. I was afraid that maybe you could too.” He swallowed. He had actually been joking, but maybe the joke had been a little more serious than he had initially thought. “I just need you to tell me you need me. I just want to be needed. By someone, anyone.”

“Stiles…” You shook your head and your fingers rubbed his knuckles. “Of course I need you. I love you. I don’t want to lose you, but I don’t want you to give up your dream! You go to that college, I’ll stay here and we’ll make it work, I’m sure about that.”

Stiles wrapped his arms around you and pressed you as tightly to his chest as possible. “And that, that’s why I love you, why I want to marry you some day, why I won’t stop loving you for the rest of my freaking life.” He almost tripped over his own words and his lips kissed your cheek. “You’re the most amazing person in this whole wide world.”

One Night to Confess

Summary: When people get drunk, bad things usually happens. Well, not for everyone, but for you, yes. It was the first time you drank that much and bad luck made sure that at the same evening the person you loved called you. And unfortunately you told him things so embarrassing you want to disappear. Like confessing your love to him on the phone.

Requested? Yes, by anon

Pairing: Reader x Derek Hale

Word count: 1861

A/N: Okay I was a bit tired when I started writing this imagine so I’m not really sure about it, but I hope y’all like it! (the gif isn’t mine, credit to owner)

It should’ve been just a normal evening. A calm evening with a few friends that mysteriously turned into a party where the whole city seemed to be invited. So obviously alcohol made its way somehow to the house. Everywhere around you there were now people of your age having fun, dancing and drinking. And you? You were looking at them, uncertain. Everyone seemed to have fun and you wanted to try. You never really drink alcohol, not that you didn’t like the taste, but you had never felt the need to drink much. So you never got drunk.

And you had no idea what the effects of alcohol could have on you.

“Y / N!” Your best friend came behind you, making you jump. You were very focused on your glass of beer that remained untouched. You still hesitated to let yourself go.

"Hey,” you greeted her without leaving the amber liquid as the party went on without you in the house.

“You’re not drinking?” She asked you, taking a drink for herself and hopping to the rhythm of the music, inviting you to do the same.

"I don’t know …” You told her before confessing that you never got drunk and that you were a little scared.

“Y / N. "Your friend told you seriously before drinking her whole glass, grinning and looking at you. "How can you never have drink? Go! Enjoy it, it’s party! ”

You smiled at her and she gave you a friendly pat on the shoulder to encourage letting yourself go. You looked one last time around you and saw them again, teenagers who seemed to have so much fun. So you made your decision.

You wanted to have fun like them.

You drank your whole glass under the victorious cries of your best friend, proud of you.

One, two, three, four, you lost the count, but damn it was good. You didn’t understand what held you back all this time, it was like you had no worries, you could do everything. Like you were invincible and everyone was at your mercy.

After a while, a little tired of dancing and feeling kinda hot, you decided to go take some air. You hadn’t had so much fun for a long time, it felt so good to let go!

You had just come out in the fresh air when your phone rang. You glanced on the touchscreen to see who could call you so late at night … or was it the morning? Your phone also indicated the time, but stuffed as you were, you couldn’t see what numbers were displayed because everything was tangled. And you took at least a minute to decipher the name of the person who was calling you.

Usually, you would have been excited if he called you. Your heart would have beaten so hard and for a second, you would have blushed. The person who called you at that particular time was the person you were in love with. So in love and so incapable of confessing to him. But alcohol came to your head and it was late, or very early. That’s why, despite the danger of saying things that you would forget or regret the next day, you answered Derek.

“Heyyyy Derek!” You saluted him, staggering on the street in front of the house where the party took place.

"Y / N? Everything is fine?” His grave, hoarse voice said in the hollow of your ear and you imagined him for a moment whispering softly words … or exciting ones. You laughed for no reason, raising the doubts Derek already had.

"Y / N you’re drunk?”

“Nooooooooooooon, I don’t see what you’re talking about, Der, me, drunk? Pffff, you know me better than that,” you added as you sat on the sidewalk feeling the world turn around you. “Hey Derek you know what. ”

Your mouth was pasty and you had trouble talking, but you weren’t going to stop. Your filter was gone, burying under the numbing effects of alcohol.

“When the sun rises on Beahon Cills …. Beacon Hills … it’s … as beautiful as your smile because … because you rarely smile like the sun rarely radiates but as soon as you smile I can tell you that my heart shine!” You tell him, proud of your blow.


"You don’t know what to say uh!”

“Y / N, you’re drunk, I’ll call you back later,” he started but you didn’t let him finish.

“Wait, Der … Derek! I have to tell you uhm something imtorpant … important! ”

You heard him sigh at the other end of the line.

“ I’m in love with you! ”

And it was only on the next morning that you realized what you had done.

“Oh shit …” You mumbled with your pillow against your face in an attempt to stop the world from turning. You’re head hurt so much, it was horrible, as if someone was hammering on your head and every blow sounded and gave you migraine even more.

But the worst wasn’t nausea or your head about to explode. It was all you said to Derek on the phone and you remembered that too well. You had loudly declared your love for Derek Hale, using your poetess talents, singing how beautiful his beauty was, even more beautiful than the sun itself and how successful he was in making you happy with almost nothing. That your friendship was the most perfect thing for you and that the love you held for him was, in your opinion, as indestructible and magnificent as a rough diamond.

And the worst?

The worst thing was that he rejected you. Again and again. Until you were too tired and hang up to get home by taxi.

Shame and sorrow lived in you. You told him. Confess everything. And now he knew, he had rejected you and he would laugh at you or worse, he would tell the whole pack your pitiful speech.

You would’ve liked to disappear in your mattress and never leave this hiding place again. But you had to leave your room one day. You glanced from under your pillow to catch your cell phone and grunted under the sudden light.

It was past noon, but it wasn’t what marked you. It was rather the notifications of missed text messages and calls. The name of the person was written on a white painful light that in this situation was very dark.

Derek Hale.

You put your pillow back and shouted all your embarrassment in it. The day was going to wait.

You did your best to avoid him. As soon as you knew he was around or somewhere near, you would immediately go in the opposite direction. Your friends and the pack found your behavior strange and even worried about you. You had become almost paranoid, seeing Derek everywhere and imagining a discussion with him after everything you had said. And that thought alone managed to put you in a bad state, embarrassed enough to want to bury you alive. You ignored all his messages and his calls.

And obviously, the inevitable happened.

Derek stuck you a few days later after classes, gym class to be precise. Your best friend, that traitor, knew your feelings about Derek and planned everything with him. After gym class, while you were in the shower, she pricked your clothes. So of course you waited until the locker rooms were empty to take out a towel and look for your clothes that your friend had put in your locker. And it’s by going back into the showers and grumbling that your vengeance was going to be terrible that you finally put your clothes on. But what you didn’t expect, on the other hand, is the muscular silhouette that awaited you and that blocked the only exit. You didn’t need to look at him twice to recognize him, only a glance was enough to know it was him. His build, his way of standing with his arms crossed. And you had nowhere to fly, no excuse to give him without looking suspicious of something.

You were trapped. Your friend was really going to pay for it!

“Y / N,” Derek began walking toward you and your heart began to pound as the red rose to your cheeks when you heard your first name pronounced by his mouth. The embarrassment was read all over your face like an open book. “We need to talk about the other night. ”

“What night?” You avoided his question by feigning ignorance, while slowly retreating.

“The one I called you and you were drunk.” He added with that serious look of him.

"Ah? I don’t remember any call,” you lied. “Besides, I don’t remember anything about that night,” you added, pointing your head with a nervous smile. You stepped back as he walked toward you. And you knew that soon the wall was going to stop you from escaping.

Suddenly, Derek stopped moving forward and leaned his head to one side, a slight smile on the corner of his lips.

“When the sun rises on Beacon Hills,” He began with a slight smile. "It’s as beautiful as your smile because …” He went on. “Because you rarely smile like the sun rarely radiates but as soon as you smile I can tell you that my heart shines.” He finished before regaining his seriousness and raising his eyebrows. "You don’t remember that?”

The tears invaded your eyes without being able to hold them back. Of course you remembered it, you didn’t avoid him for nothing! But him doing all that, organize that plan to get yourself in the locker room only to make fun of you, it was too much.

You were already embarrassed. Now you were really hurt.

“I hate you …” You muttered as you picked up your gym bag and headed for the exit, but Derek blocked you.

“Derek let me go,” you say calmly, trying as much as possible to hold back the sob of shame that rose in your throat.

“I’m in love with you,” was all he said and stayed where he was. A true marble statue. He was still laughing at you about what you said to him on the phone, you knew it.

“Stop …” You tell him trying to pass by him, but he held you back by putting his hands on your shoulders.

“No, you don’t understand,” Derek said. “I’m in love with you too. ”

You looked up at him without understanding, his face so close to yours.

“But you rejected me …”

“You were drunk, Y / N. I wasn’t going to confess my feelings and wondering if you were going to remember that night the next day. ”

This time it wasn’t tears of sadness and shame that invaded your eyes but rather relief. Your eyes remained magnetized for long seconds before your mouths came toward each other for a sweet chaste kiss.

“So it’s true that my smile is …” Derek started, smiling.

“Shhh …” You laughed, giving him a friendly tap on his chest before hugging him.


Band  AU: Stiles Stilinski always wrote songs about his life, the pack, his best friend, Scott McCall and his girlfriend, Malia Tate. He never let his friends hear them. One day, Malia heard him and begged him to show the pack. A few years on, after Stiles and Malia had their daughter. Stiles, Malia, Scott and Lydia were the world-famous band, ‘The Pack,’  with Stiles on drums, Malia on keyboard/piano, Lydia and Scott on guitar, with all four of them on vocals. Sometimes Stiles and Malia’s daughter, Kylie often makes appearances on their snapchat.  

I Need

Just A Friend by Mario

Girl, stop playing games wit me
And let’s get it on tonight (tonight)
You got nothing to lose
Let me do what I do (what I do)
Oh baby you
Oh baby you
Got what I need (got what I need)

Reader X Scott McCall
: Smut with a triple ’T’
Requested by @xsybilwar: Do a smut for Scott in just a friend but this time he actually gets to be with the reader pleaseee 😍😍😍

Part One // Part Two

I took a deep breath and took her hands in mine. “There’s a dance tonight, and I would love it if you went with me.” Y/N smiled and hugged me tightly. “I would love to go with my cute best friend!” My heart sank at the word friend. Y/N pulled away to kiss my cheek, “I’ll see you tonight.” Just like that Y/N was gone and the wolf inside me howled in discontent. I don’t want to be cute or a friend.

I put on my best suit but I was still feeling a bit down. The words cute and friend echoed through my head the whole day. Y/N was is literally the girl of my dreams and she doesn’t see me more than a friend. I was so close to canceling because she basically rejected me. However, I could not deny the impending urge within me to stay away from her. I just couldn’t. A knock on the door pulled me out of my trance.

“Hey kiddo”
“Hey mom”
“You look so handsome that I just might have to keep you home”
I chuckled and moved to grab the gray vest on the bed.
“I’m serious, you look like a baby making machine”
“What? I’m telling the truth, and speaking of the truth…”
I sighed and I knew where the conversation was going.
“It’s a full moon honey. Are you sure that you–”
“Mom, I’m fine”
“Can you honestly stand there and tell me that? I mean you’re a-a an alpha now, right?”
I tilted my head to the side and hugged her.
“I’m going to be fine. I promise”
“Alright, I trust you…”
“Thank you”
“To be back home before midnight”
I let go and grabbed the keys to the rental and slipped out of the room, “not gonna happen”

The music in the gym pulsed through the dancing bodies on the floor. I leaned against the doors and smiled, I probably should’ve picked her up even though she heavily insisted not to. A tap on my shoulder excited me until I saw who it was. Allison.
“I didn’t think you’d be here,” she looked as beautiful as I met her.
“Yeah, it was sort of a last minute thing. Who are you here with?”
She pointed across the way to Isaac near the punch table.
I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a sharp but short pain in my eye when I saw him. There was still a part of me that cared for her. Nevertheless, I nodded and accepted that we were never getting back together.
“What about you? Who’s the lucky girl?
Just as I turned to look at her, I could see Y/N walking behind her. My jaw literally fell open and the breath from my body was expelled. Allison furrowed her eyebrows and turned around to see what I was so star struck about.
"Hey, I’m so sorry that I’m late. I completely lost track of time”
She laughed and moved some hair out of her face, “Scott?”
I blinked a few times and took a few breaths, “yeah, no, um, what?”
“I’ll leave you two alone”

The night was perfect. We laughed, danced, and talked. After the dance I took her out to eat. There were a few times where I had to look away because I would involuntarily glow my red eyes at how amazing she was. Around one in the morning, I finally took her home. She insisted that I come inside because she didn’t want me to driving so late. I couldn’t exactly tell her that I have an ability that allows me to be awake a lot longer than a human being but I took the offer. Still in our clothes we sat on the couch and talked until I was reminded of this morning.

“Can I ask you a few questions?”
“I must warn you, I drank a little wine so, I might be a little too truthful”
“That’s exactly what I need”
“Okay, only if you answer a few of mine”
She shifted on the couch, making my breath hitch slight by revealing a little bit more of her breasts.

I asked her why she called me cute and she told me that she was exaggerating. That she actually finds me to be, in her own words, “insanely hot.” She then asked me why I ran away from here every time she approached me in the halls. I sugar coated it and told her that I got horny around her. Which, was probably not the smartest thing to say but she took the answer.

“Why are we friends?”
“What do you mean?
"I mean I feel like there’s this connection between us and I just don’t understand why we don’t move forward with our relationship”
“Maybe it has to do with the reason why you’re always bailing on me. The reason why you’re friends with Derek Hale”
By this time, Y/N was so close to me. Her legs were intertwined in mine, her chest was constantly heaving up and down, and her lips were but a mere foot away from me.
“I love you too much to tell you. I’m afraid you might get hurt”
She closed the space between us and looked down at my lips then cracked a smile.
“I can handle a little danger, McCall”

I felt a soft wet tongue flick against my lips and sighed. Slowly, I parted my lips and allowed entrance. A shiver went through me as our tongues met. I had only dreamt of this in dreams that I thought could never be true. Everything in this moment felt so right. Like we were supposed to be slightly drunk, dwelling in our desires. Unexpectedly, my pants tightened at the feel of her velvety tongue against mine. I pulled back. My wolf finally set free. Instead of gasping in fear, Y/N caressed my face and gazed into my red eyes.

I gripped her warm body tight as she latched back onto me. This time our tongues dueled urgently, our arousal began to take control because she hiked up her dress and planted herself onto my lap. I couldn’t hide my erection as her clothed heat grounded against it in an attempt to create friction. I stood so she could undress before me. She danced around, playfully taking off her dress. I groaned at the beautiful sight. Y/N tossed the rest of her clothes without shame. She was comfortable with me seeing her naked. The sound of my pants being unzipped made my heart thump against my chest. Once they were off, Y/N took two hands and stroked me up and down.

“Oh, fuck”

She sank her mouth down on my length, using her tongue to tease the slit on my head. My eyes closed as I enjoyed the wet, warm mouth sucking me off. Never in a million dreams did I think I would be doing this with the girl of my dreams. My hands slipped into her hair as I moved her head up and down, my hips fucking her throat. Y/N began to gag around me and I would’ve stopped but the alpha demanded release. “Baby, take me just like that, oh shit”
I let go of her head and she took me out of her mouth to breathe. The cold air hitting my dick made it harder than it did now.  

I lifted her off her knees and laid her on the couch in a slight seated position. I kissed all the way up to her inner thighs while lightly running my claws on the outside. My eyes glowed at the smell of her heat, slapping me straight in the face. It was then when I knew that I could no longer control him. I ran a line against her dripping wet pussy, tasting the forbidden nectar. A growl emitted from my throat and I dived into her swimming pool. Y/N threw her had back and let out a loud moan. Between the pain of my grip on her legs, she thrashed and tried to squirm away but it was futile. She was mine for the taking.

“Scott, please, oh my God, I can’t take it anymore!”

I lifted my head from between her thighs and slipped two fingers into her entrance. I hovered over her quaking body, licking her lips as she plead for me to stop. I the sound of hearing hear beg for me to give her mercy. Her second orgasm came when she clenched around my fingers. I gave her love bites all over her chest and neck, slipping my hands out of her.
“Do you have a condom?”
I threw one of her legs over my shoulder and kissed her legs a few times before wrapping a hand around her neck.
“I thought you could handle a little danger”
She gasped and clawed at my hand as I fully sheathed myself until I could literally touch her cervix. I didn’t move because I knew that once I did I wouldn’t be able to stop and I wanted to last.  

“Scott, move, please!”
I chuckled at the strained, impatient tone of her voice. Something stirred inside of me and I leaned down to meet her gaze, moving my hand from her neck to the side of her face.
“Y/N, are you sure?”
She took a few seconds to answer but when she did, my heart throbbed against my chest, “I trust you”

And move I did. I thrust in and out slowly, there was nothing quite like the feeling of being gripped by the one I loved so much. Her constant moans and gasps made me snap and roll my hips to increase both of our pleasure. I’m not sure she ever experienced going at such a fast speed but she managed.
“Fuck, Y/N. You take me so fucking well. Are you enjoying this, baby?”
Y/N yelled yes at the top of her lungs, moaning and thrashing underneath like her body was on fire. This just motivated me, I took her other leg and threw it over my shoulder so I could thrust and pound even harder. Y/N cried out and I knew I had hit the right spot.

I reached down flicked her clit with a thumb. Her walls squeezed me tightly, forcing me to moan out loud along with her.

“Oh shit Scott! You fuck me so good!”
“Are you gonna cum for me, Y/N?” I slowed down a bit but slammed into her so hard that our pelvises touched, my fingers at her clit was the only thing between us.
“Yes, yes!”
“Cum for me baby. Cum for me.”

I shuddered as I felt his pussy pulse around me, making my thrusts harder. That was all I needed. With just a few shallow thrusts I growled aloud and filled her pussy to the brim with my hot, sticky cum. I leaned forward and our lips met. She kissed me with a passion that I yearned for, moaning as I slowly pumped myself, to let our highs ride out.

I pulled out, unsatisfied with the coldness I felt when I was no longer inside of Y/N. I picked her up and had her direct me to her bathroom. When I placed her on her bed, I went into the bathroom to clean up. When I came back with a warm rag, Y/N began to doze off to sleep. I smiled and still went on with cleaning her up, making sure the living room was clean, before slipping into bed behind her. I pulled the sheet over our bodies then slid my arm around her, grabbing her hands in mine, her ass pressed up against me.

“I love you, Y/N. I don’t want to be anything other than your boyfriend”
“Of course, my cute best boyfriend”
She laughed and nuzzled in closer to me.
“I’m kidding. With that shit you pulled, you just might be the father of my unborn child”
“I’m okay with that”
Y/N turned around to face me. She smiled as she gave me a pleasant and everlasting kiss.
“I love you, Scott. No matter what”

Update: The next round of imagines are!:

- Isaac Lahey: It Must Be Fate - Part 4 (Final Chapter)
- Elijah Mikealson: In Case You Didn’t Know
- Archie Andrews: Lovers Doubt
- Stiles Stilinski: Double Trouble
- Angus “Mac” Macgyver: Lose Something?
- Kol Mikaelson: Tall, Dark, Handsome Romance - Part 2