i am new at this and panicing!

i just unfollowed a shit ton of inactive blogs and am looking for new ones to follow! if you are an active blog and post (mainly) any of the following, please like or reblog and i’ll check out your blog!

  • the witcher
  • skyrim
  • bioshock
  • kingdom hearts
  • final fantasy
  • nintendo/sony/microsoft
  • general video games
  • star wars
  • harry potter
  • game of thrones
  • the walking dead
  • grey’s anatomy
  • gilmore girls
  • panic! at the disco/brendon urie
  • darren criss
  • cats

i make a funny post about my feelings of numbness; a person points out i have executive dysfunction. for a second i snort; i know i have mental illness, nothing new here under the sun. but then i realize how many of my symptoms i forget are symptoms. that it’s not normal to be tired all the time. that it’s not normal to get angry for no reason. that the fact i carefully balance between depression and anxiety isn’t a normal railroad track to be walking - i know that it’s not normal to constantly wonder if the train is coming; i forget other people aren’t standing in the way, that being hit isn’t even an option.

there are a lot of posts that make me laugh at first. “do you ever feel you’re running out of time for no reason?” the person asks. “anxiety,” another replies. it’s sort of sad-funny. but i wonder how many of us are asking “am i okay?” “is this me or a symptom or normal?” 

how very sad none of us know what to expect out of this. i have a diagnosis and i still wonder if it’s normal to panic on buses. is it normal i’ve been having panic attacks since i was young? i picture my seven-year-old self with new technology. would i have typed into google why can’t i sleep or would i have assumed everyone constantly feels like they woke up from a bad dream?

do people who are healthy ask “does anyone else”? do people who are healthy ever have to wonder if they’re in one piece? what is it like? 

“anyone else get bad feelings in classrooms?” i wonder aloud. somebody looks at me with pity. now it comes down to the question: is it me or anxiety?

i just saw an ad for pizza with anchovies and mini-burgers on it & now im questioning everything i believed about reality and the fundamental goodness of humanity
PJO/HOO characters as things my friends have said (spring 2017 edition)
  • Nico: The gods got halfway through me and said "it's useless" and threw me in the reject pile yet here i am!
  • Sally: *notices divorce papers* OwO what's this?
  • Percy: I SCREAM BUT THE GODS WON'T LISTEN
  • Annabeth: Appreciate my science you ungrateful mango
  • Octavian: Do you fuk wit da war?
  • Paul blofis: I look like the creepy uncle at the barbecue who comments too much on your khaki shorts
  • Leo: FUCK PIZZA CRUST *proceeds to try and make a sassy exit but instead face plants into the ground*
  • Jason: *whispers* who am-*sings loudly* WHO AM I
  • Hazel: Like this vine if you've ever..... Died.... Inside Before
  • Reyna: I'm starting a new band called "Tragically Queer". You can find us collabing with panic at the dick in the near future.
  • Frank: Leave me and my bae alone you meme lords
  • Piper: might as well call me your waitress CUS I'M GONNA BE SERVIN UP SOME TEA FOR YOU TONIGHT LADIES
  • Will: My mom said i can't hang out tonight
  • <p> <b>Me:</b> I hope that in a few years I'll be done with this obsession<p/><b></b> *10 years later*<p/><b>Me:</b> I think it's finally over!<p/><b>Brain:</b> NEW INSTALLMENT TODAY<p/><b>Me:</b> WHYYYYYYY<p/></p>
FACTS ABOUT CONNOR MURPHY (spoilers)

So I have decided to post all the facts and hints about Connor Murphy’s past that are shown in the musical. It’s hard to make out considering people in the fandom usually focus on the lies Evan tells to figure out Connor’s personality.

To get this conclusion (which I will post in a second) I literally skipped all scenes concerning Evan’s lies and went directly to the Murphy family and what they say. None of these facts/hints involve what Evan said about Connor.

First of all, I’ll say now that I have put my own interpretation on each of these facts.

And so, I will put all FACTS in BOLD.
Anything out of bold is my own interpretation and how I see it to be. It’s up to you to agree with me or disagree.

First, I will post my conclusions on each family member, and then afterwards, I will post the reasons for each one.

Zoe

Zoe was an emotional and verbal abuse victim. There is no evidence of physical abuse, although there were threats that could have potentially led to that. She has all the right to not grieve over Connor, in all honesty, she could have sent him to the police for what he did, but as an abuse victim, that is very hard to do. Connor was probably the cause of most of her insecurities and she hated him for that. The unhealthy habit of taking out his anger on the nearest person to him probably made him lash out at his sister whenever he had a panic attack. Judging by how he really did care enough to keep the creepy letter about his sister, written by Evan, in his pocket for 3 days before he committed suicide, it’s safe to say that he really regretted being mean to his sister and actually cared about her.

Connor’s mom, Cynthia

Connor’s mom was a woman obsessed with reputation. She’s known as the rich man’s wife, and wants more than anything to be a regular family. But because her son had mental illnesses, her perfect image was ruined. She acted as though she was there for him but when it came down to it, she did nothing. She pushed for therapy but after a while, her husband took him out of it because “it wasn’t worth the money,” and she basically went, “welp, I tried.” I will quote what I say later: Connor’s mom might not actually be sad that her son is gone, but rather, she’s ashamed that her family actually doesn’t care. It seems like Connor’s mom is filled with regret for not being there for her son, and she’s forcing her family to act like they regretted it too, because that’s what a real family should have been like. But this is only a personal theory.

Connor’s dad, Larry

Connor’s dad might be one of the main sources of his depression. It is very obvious to me that Connor’s dad believed him to be a disappointment. He didn’t grieve for his dead son and only played along to make his wife happy. He’s annoyed by the whole situation. It even seemed like he hated the fact that there was fake remnants of his son in Evan. Almost like he wished Connor wasn’t friends with Evan so he could just forget all about him and not need to deal with it. At some point he was a kind father. When they went to the orchard together for picnics, it seems like they were a happy family. Connor’s dad had played with their toy plane together and had some great memories. The whole family practically forgot about this, though. Connor’s dad didn’t cry at his own dead son’s funeral. I think that sums it up.

Connor Murphy

Connor was a complicated person. He had many different mental illnesses. I could research which ones he probably had, but there’s probably already a post somewhere on it already. One thing for sure, is that he was unstable. He might not have been like that his whole life, but at the time of knowing him, the time he was briefly alive in the show, he was incredibly unstable. Everything and anything could set him off, and he probably hated that about himself as well. Pushing away everyone near him that could possibly help and hating himself for doing so, spiraling himself into a closed minded world of self-hate and regret, which is something that many people can relate to, including me. He did a lot of horrible things to his sister and to his family. I don’t blame his family for not actually grieving him, he was a really bad person. The problem is, he could have been a good person as well. He had all the potential to get better. He talked to Evan, probably wishing to say sorry about pushing him earlier in the hall. He was trying, he wanted to try. He wanted to get better. He just gave up too soon.

This post is very long! I’m sorry. If you’d like to read more, I’m putting the reasons I’ve come to these conclusions under the cut.

Remember, ALL FACTS ARE IN BOLD. Anything else is my personal interpretation.

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i love you - boyfriend!tom

Summary: You and Tom say “I love you” for the first time.

Tom had known he loved you for a little while. It had really solidified for him several weeks earlier, a week after he’d met your parents. He’d had a rough work week in LA, and had planned to visit you for the weekend, but wasn’t sure he was up to it come Friday morning.

So with a bit of reluctance, Tom flew out as planned and found himself knocking on your apartment door, excited to see you, but tired and grumpy all the same.

When you opened the door, you gave him a sympathetic smile and pulled him into a tight hug.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you said, pressing a kiss just below his ear.

He dropped his bag in the living room and returned with you to the kitchen, where several pots and pans were resting on the stovetop. Spoons, measuring cups, and spices were scattered across the counter next to a printed recipe.

“What are you making?” he asked, resting his chin on your shoulder as you stirred.

“That thing your mom always makes, that you made me when I was sick last month? I thought it’d be nice to come back to.”

He quirked a smile at that, genuinely taken aback by your thoughtfulness, and lifted his head to press a kiss to your temple. “I’m gonna go change,” he said, grabbing his bag and taking it to your bedroom.

He came back a minute later shirtless and in gray sweatpants, stretching out on your couch. “Mmm, I forgot how comfy your couch is,” he called over his shoulder to where you were in the kitchen.

You quickly wiped your hands on a dish towel before strolling into the living room and plopping down next to him. You snuggled into his side as he lazily scrolled through his Instagram feed with squinty tired eyes. After a few minutes you spoke. “So…you had a really long week?”

He sighed, dropping his phone on the coffee table and wrapping his arm around you. “Yeah. Lots of paps. Everywhere, all the time. And then my manager’s been calling me nonstop about a new deal we’re negotiating. I didn’t really get any sleep.  I just feel drained.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Hopefully you’ll catch up on some sleep this weekend.”

He nodded his head, running his fingers up and down your back. “How has your week been?”

“Eh, y’know-”, you were about to respond when a loud alarm sounded from the kitchen. You sat up startled.

“Wha-”

“Oh fuck!” you exclaimed, racing into your smoky kitchen to pull your burning lemon sage chicken out from the oven.

Tom came running in behind you, assessing the situation, before grabbing your discarded dish towel to fan the smoke away from the alarm. You threw the burnt chicken on top of the counter, shutting the oven with a huff before grabbing another dish towel from the drawer to help Tom fan the smoke alarm.

Tom looked over to your frazzled state and frustrated expression. Your hair was sticking up in all different directions, you shirt was covered in splattered lemon sage sauce, and your cheeks were flushed red both from the heat and embarrassment. Tom couldn’t help but smile, and it dawned on him that he was crazy for even questioning whether he wanted to spend his weekend next to you.

“What’s so funny?” you questioned when you noticed Tom staring at you, giggling, and cracking his first real smile that night.

“Nothing, I just.. I -”

I love you, he thought to himself.


He’d kept it to himself that night. He hadn’t wanted to scare you off, or ruin what you guys had. But as time went on, he found himself thinking it more and more often, and getting closer to letting it slip out.

A few weeks passed and another weekend scheduled for you to visit Tom on his press tour rolled around. It was late and the two of you were fooling around in his hotel room.

You were straddling Tom on his bed, and he was extra eager, as it’d been a couple weeks since you’d been together. He roughly pulled your shirt over your head before reattaching his lips to yours. He reached around your back to unclip your bra, but got thrown off by your new clasp-less lacy bralette. Frustrated, he tugged too hard and ripped it down the back.

“Tom!” you laughed, pulling away from him in surprise.

His jaw dropped a little. “I swear I didn’t mean to do that. I’ll get you a new one, I promise. I am so sorry.” He chuckled at the stunned look on your face, making you laugh harder.

“It’s okay,” you giggled. “I still love you.” You paused for a second, realizing what you’d just said, and quickly pressed your lips back to his in a panic thinking, Dear god I hope he somehow didn’t just hear that.

He gripped your waist but pulled his mouth away from yours, certain he’d heard the words he’d craved for weeks. “What’d you just say?”

“Nothing,” you said, moving his hands up to your breasts in an effort to distract him and leaning in to kiss him again.

After briefly allowing your lips to press to his, he pulled away again, flipping you over and pinning your hands down on either side of your head.

“Tell me again,” he said with a smile.

“Hmm?” You scrunched your forehead still trying to deny what you’d confessed.

“Tell me again,” he teased, kissing your jaw, “that you love me.”

“Did I say that?” you teased back, wiggling your body in attempt to break free from his grasp.

“Mhmm,” he smiled into your neck before pulling back to look at you and releasing your wrists.

You sighed in defeat, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I guess I did….because I do. I love you.”

He grazed his upturned lips against yours. “Good. Because I love you too.”

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highly highly highly requested. we’re squealing.

xoxo, L & A

Drug Wars (Pt. 1)

mafia!Jungkook x Reader

“She’s a babygirl Yoongi, and I think I’m in love with her.”

Warnings: There will be very explicit sexual content, violence, drugs, graphic descriptions of everything, so please don’t read if you’re easily triggered. 

A/N: None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners. There are mistakes, I’ll reread it later. Enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 | The Real Drug War

It’s the last class of the day and you can’t wait for it to end. Your head hurts from the pale lights, the stuffy, unventilated room is making you sick and you just want to go outside and inhale the cold air.

Finally you get up from your seat and storm out of the room in the middle of the lecture. For once, the building wasn’t filled with students and you could clearly hear the tapping sounds of your shoes as you quickly rushed down the stairs.

You could feel little bits of fresh air coming in your direction as you neared the already open front door.
The first thing you lay your eyes on when you exit the building is the black G-Class Mercedes-Benz and instantly, you can feel your stomach twisting – you’re excited, but there is fear in your body and you can’t explain why. 

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Careful What You Wish For // Yoongi Angst // TRIGGER WARNING **

Trigger Warning // This scenario does involve suicide attempt and some harsh language, please do not feel as if you should subject yourself to this topic if you do not want to. If you ever need help dealing with an abusive relationship, bullying, etc, where you feel as if you want to commit suicide, please do not be afraid to message me and we’ll talk it out together, and we’ll get you the help you need lovely. You are beautiful and should never think of suicide as an answer.♥

With that being said, I did a collab with another tumblr user on here. All credit goes to them for the text posts included in this scenario @nochu707 !! They did an absolutely wonderful job at basing this scenario with the heart wrenching angst, and I did ask permission to use the text post. Hopefully you all enjoy what I’ve written, and maybe there will be a part two follow up in the future but who knows because I like cliff hangers. ♥♥♥

Texts Credit goes to @nochu707 @nochu707 @nochu707 ~ check out their page! Send them some love as well!

PT.1 // PT.2


You froze in place as you stared down at what you’ve done. You watched a Yoongi’s keyboard malfunctioned and LED lights underneath the keys faded out. Your clumsy nature caused you to spill a bottle of water all over it and you knew that once Yoongi found out, he would be angry. Rap Monster had been a witness to the destruction, surprised he hadn’t caused it himself, but at the same time knowing better not to go near Yoongi’s area of work, and definitely not to bring food or drinks, especially drinks, into the studio in the first place.

“Yoongi will kill me, he’ll be so mad Namjoon—what am I going to do?” you started to panic, moving the get the napkins from the bag you brought, pressing feverishly down on the keyboard hoping it would revive back to life.

“Don’t worry about it Y/n. I’m sure he’ll understand that your intentions were good,” he would shrug it off, still knowing that Suga was going to react with anger, “Just buy him a new one and he should be fine, at least it was you of all people.”

“Okay,” you nodded, still with a distraught look on your face, trying to calculate how much money it would cost and how fast the same version of keyboard could possibly be delivered to you. “I’ll make it up to him, I swear. Just tell him I’m sorry and that I’ll see him later, and to eat.” With that you left the studio in a hurry, you had to get home to finish up a project assignment for class, and to now order a new keyboard for your boyfriend.

It was about an hour later while you were just reading up on your research, when your phone buzzed; knowing it was Yoongi, you read it immediately.

You bit down on your bottom lip, quickly responding in order to try to not escalate the situation more than what it needed to. The only thing you wanted was to help your boyfriend, you wanted him to stay healthy, knowing the long days and nights he was working in the studio; all you wanted was to help.

Holding your breath, you could only hope that he would accept your apology. He couldn’t be that mad at his girlfriend for wanting him to eat.

Another buzz.

You couldn’t help but feel the sharp pinge in your chest at his words.You annoyed him? He knew that you were sensitive and you tried to reason with him. Yoongi was your sweet boyfriend, he was just saying this because he was angry, that’s all, right?

Sometimes he needed to be reminded where to stop before he crossed the line, so you responded one again.

You stared at your phone, watching as the bubbles popped up while he was typing. The anxiety creeping in your chest was almost unbearable, hoping that he would understand how sorry you were.

His next message appeared.

Now he was really hitting below the belt. No feelings of anger surfaced for you, just guilt and sadness. He knew that you had a hard time with your confidence and often times would fall into a state of depression. This was mainly because a lot of his fans would deteriorate your character and looks on social media. Constantly berating you with insults and telling you just how much you didn’t deserve Yoongi, that you were an ugly, gold digging lowlife that should just disappear.

You responded, wishing that he would stop already. You didn’t want to make this anything more than what it already has become.

You couldn’t really get much out of you, already on the brink of tears. You begged him before he started to respond once again.

By this point, he didn’t realize that tears were streaming down your face. Yoongi was throwing all your insecurities right back in your face as if you wanted to be this way. You couldn’t help the fact that you didn’t feel worth his time sometimes, and you felt bad every time you asked for his help. There was no way that you thought it was bothersome because he always led on that he would build you up no matter what.

After your last response, you hoped that this would be the end of the discussion. It wasn’t like he wasn’t going to get a new keyboard from you, so it was completely unnecessary and rather painful that he was lashing out at you without any type of remorse.

The next messages to appear shattered you into pieces.

I just wish you would disappear.

His words absolutely destroyed you, turning you into a bawling mess as you sat on the edge of your bed. Water stains hit your paperwork as you reread his last few messages over and over again, feeling the undeniable pain in your chest. He broke you. Of all the people in the world, him telling you to disappear was the final straw.

You couldn’t help but feel like you were a burden, on him and everyone else that constantly reminded you of this through messages and comments, no matter how hard you tried to escape. But hearing it from Yoongi, your sugar bear, was proof enough that it was all true.

Barely being able to see through your tear blurred vision, you typed your final response, apologizing and finally deciding to give him what he wanted. For you to disappear.

With that being said, you turned off your phone, letting it fall down to your feet. The only thing going through your head was that he didn’t want you anymore. He couldn’t stand dealing with you and all the emotional baggage he claimed that you brought to this relationship. If he thought that you were irritating and should just disappear then what’s stopping you?

With tear stained cheeks, red eyes, blurred vision, and a broken demeanor, you got the strength to get up and go to the bathroom, searching for the strongest pills you could find.

You wouldn’t be problem anymore, you would just disappear.

Having already closed the texts after he let out his frustrations on you, Yoongi didn’t see your very last text to him just yet.

“I can’t believe she would even come in here. She knew that I wasn’t here. God Y/n knew that I was taking a nap and didn’t need her help,” Suga would be non-stop ranting to Namjoon, oblivious of your texts and your actions, “She’s so damn annoying, how am I supposed to get my work done now?!”

“You should relax man, when she came in here earlier, she really was just checking up on you,” he shrugged it off, handing Suga a notebook and pen, “besides, you know how clumsy I can get myself, show her some mercy. Use this anger in the positive way man and just write down your lyrics the old fashioned way while she gets you a new keyboard. Lashing out on her isn’t the way to go and you know it.”

He did know that, and he felt bad. Even though you frustrated him sometimes, he knew that your intentions were good and lashing out on your character was indeed going too far. He was ready to finally apologize and hash it out, given his maknae’s wise words. Lifting his phone, he was planning to text you to treat you to dinner tonight, but what he didn’t expect was to open your texts, seeing that you took him serious in his fit of rage.

“No, no, no, no, no,” Yoongi would begin to rapidly type on his phone, panic beginning to settle in his chest.

It had finally started sinking in what he’s done. He would slowly stand, phone in hand, waiting impatiently for you to respond.

“What’s going on?” Namjoon would speak up.

“C’mon Y/n,” Yoongi would mumble under his breath, eyes glued to his phone screen, searching for any type of sign that you were getting his texts, “please, oh my god.”

His fingers would rapidly keep typing, needing to know that you were okay.

He waited another moment, re-reading his previous texts and seeing how cruel he was to you, it brought tears to his eyes, standing up and holding onto his phone tightly. Yoongi would then dial your number, listening to the endless rings before your voicemail came through. He tried again and again, each ring sending him into a further panic.

“Joon, call 911, now, send it to Y/n’s apartment,” his words would practically slur because of him speaking so fast, but Joon would immediately do what he was told, “Fuck Y/n, pick up your damn phone!” He was shaking, he could barely even text you with his hands trembling the way they were in absolute fear of what you could’ve done to yourself because of his carelessness.

He would try calling you again and again, anger and stress overwhelming him.

“They’re on their way over there now,” Namjoon tore him away from his distressed state for a moment, “do you need me to co—,” he was cut off once his hyung quickly dispersed from the studio, leaving everything behind except for his keys, phone in hand, quickly sending you another few texts just before getting in the car and heading toward your apartment himself, needing to know that you were okay.

On his way there, it would be his fifteenth time calling your phone to no avail. Somehow he managed to get there before the ambulance did. Yoongi burst into your apartment, screaming out for you. In his panic, he would search everywhere, seeing that your room  was left empty, with trails of you all around it. It wasn’t until he searched most of the apartment that he realized the only place left to look was the bathroom which was closed.

Upon turning the knob, he would find that it’s locked.

“Y/n?! Y/n, baby, open the door,” he would speak to you through the door, and upon receiving no answer, he would start to bang on the wooden surface standing between the both of you. “Open the door! Y/N! Babygirl please I’m sorry, please, open the door, oh god—,” his voice would begin to crack, the worst possible scenarios crossing his mind. Feeling the rush of adrenaline pulse through him at the thought of your limp body, he would kick the door in, finding his absolute nightmare come true.

He fell down onto his knees, instantly cradling your unconscious body, crying above you as he held on tight to you.

“No, no, please, wake up, please, y/n,” he would whimper, not paying attention to the EMTs rushing into the apartment, “baby no, y/n wake up! Please? Please, wake up for me. I’m so so sorry.” Yoongi would then be forcefully dragged away from you, his face red and being stained with tears as he watched them check over your limp body, not knowing if he would ever get you back, not knowing if he could ever apologize and hold you again in his arms, and kiss you, and tell you how much you meant to him.

He didn’t mean it when he said to disappear, and now seeing that he broke you to the point where you would actually want to leave him like this, broke him too.

“Please y/n..”


MY HEART IS BROKEN I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOURS..

RUN TO PART 2

december dlc realistic expectations:

  • the true ending showed zelda and link on their way to zora’s domain because vah ruta was malfunctioning so obvi that’s what they’re starting with
  • so they’re gonna have to go to all the divine beasts and clear them of malice using the master sword and zelda’s sacred power
  • and then they’ll have to pick new champions to pilot them
  • which will obviously be sidon, riju, yunobo and teba
  • perhaps the yiga will come under new management
  • and might actually be proper bad guys this time???

slightly less realistic expectations:

  • SO in the true ending we see that zelda has the sheikah slate again
  • which has like all your inventory and the map and everything basically 
  • so like
  • is it a huge stretch to think that maybe we’ll be playing as zelda?
  • and one of the new runes will be her sacred power???
  • and we have to use it to clear away malice?????????
  • i would also kick a baby to hear link speak
  • just like calling out zelda’s name in panic during the heat of battle
  • like omg
  • nintendo pls

ENTIRELY UNREALISTIC EXPECTATIONS/MY WILDEST DREAMS:

  • 120 HOURS OF LINK AND ZELDA KISSING ???
  • ???????
  • ?????????
  • ?????????????

I found I am afraid to write about today. Perhaps it is too raw.

But I learned something today. I learned more about trust. I have struggled with an irrational fear that people for whom i care will be taken from me because I don’t deserve love or what I need.

I also believed that because I am difficult (emotional, intense, loving, have needs.. or am a typical girl. 🙄).. that others would leave.

I see through current and past experiences, my beliefs are incorrect.

In 2014, I had a friend that I had been close with help me see myself and life through a new lens. During that huge transformation, I really struggled with fear of loss. He taught me that Gone doesn’t mean Gone. Our relationship has changed over the years through many phases. I no longer have panic attacks that he will die as I used to.

Today I learned through an incredible man that I can trust. Trust him to be Home.. and trust my intuition…and I will leave it at that. 🏡

Have you ever had a dream… where you were running through a sunflower field with clouds dancing across a crystal blue sky… your lover’s running towards you, the wind whipping through your lovely lavish locks…you reach to your lover for that first, passionate kiss
But this is not that dream.

anonymous asked:

hiya! I just read "see you on the other side" by damnitgreenberg and I'm addicted to the whole concept of it!! do u happen to kno of any more fics that focus on the pack overall? like maybe on their strained relationships w their parents and/ or them dealing w trauma and what not and preferably with sterek as one of the couples. Thank u in advanced!

Here’s some pack feels. - Anastasia

Originally posted by wolfeverything

See You on the Other Side by damnitgreenberg

(18/18 I 146,077 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles isn’t doing so well on the ‘dealing with life’ front. He’ll admit to that freely, okay? But he quickly discovers he isn’t the only one, and that person’s inability to adapt and roll with the punches may cost Stiles his own life.

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Feels Like Belonging by nan

(1/1 I 2,513 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles isn’t sure why all these werewolves think they have access to his bed. The explanation is just. Weird.

Revelations by Inell

(1/1 I 8,657 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles finally gets some answers about why the Hales left Beacon Hills without ever looking back. He’s the one answering questions later, though, when his pack finds out about his mate bond with Derek.

The truth about love (comes at 3 AM) by Finduilas

(1/1 I 9,587 I Explicit I Sterek)

When the pack gets locked in at Derek’s new loft during a snowstorm, they play ‘truth or dare’ to pass the time.

keeping the stars apart by unpossible

(10/10 I 15,285 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek watches that sharp brain come fully online.
“Oh God,” Stiles says, and now he smells of embarrassment. “Fuck. I just- did I just have a fucking panic attack in front of Jackson?”
“It’s okay,” he says simply.
“Really. Is it.” Stiles sighs without looking up. “Well. At least I wasn’t naked.”

ladybugs by thepsychicclam

(1/1 I 20,723 I Explicit I Sterek)

It’s Saturday night, and Derek Hale is at Toys R Us. Shopping for Leapfrog games. If asked, it wasn’t exactly how he pictured his life. Or his Saturday nights.

In which Derek and Stiles have been married for ten years, have two kids, and are planning their five year old’s birthday party.

Where The Wild Things Are by DeadWalker

(4/4 I 30,049 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek finds a boy in the woods. He might not have realized it then, but that is the moment his whole life changes.

And You Say You’re Alone by taelynhawker

(1/1 I 30,314 I Explicit I Sterek)

Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter’s untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.

Stilinski’s Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain

(1/1 35,197 I Teen I Sterek)

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.” 

“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.

Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding: 

DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

Living With Lycanthropy by WhoNatural

(1/1 I 44,095 I Explicit I Sterek)

AKA: The Sterek Rival Bakeries AU

Wherein they both own bakeries, Stiles tries not to run his grandmother’s legacy into the ground, Laura wants to be a better alpha, and Derek can’t seem to get Stiles’ attention the regular way - so naturally, he accidentally initiates a prank war.

(Or, if Teen Wolf was more like Gilmore Girls, with everyone far too invested in whether the Hale boy and the Sheriff’s kid will work it out, and Laura Hale wrote a handbook for alpha werewolves.)

The Strength of the Wolf by tolieawake

(18/? I 50,254 I Teen I Sterek)

In the end, it’s only Lydia and Stiles left. Alone and desperate, oh so desperate. Desperate times and desperate measures and all that, but emphasis on the times.

With nothing else left to lose, they find a way to change it all. And Stiles may just figure out the key to stopping everything that ever went wrong - well, from Peter onwards.

Because he’s older and wiser (sort-of) and beginning to understand in a way that he never did before.

After all, the strength of the wolf is the pack, right?

There’s Monsters at Home by calrissian18

(6/6 I 83,582 I Explicit I Sterek)

“How did you get past the wards?” Derek had put them up, with Peter’s grudging assistance, after the Alpha pack had made themselves at home a few times too many.

The guy pulled a face. “You mean the wards a five-year-old girl with the mental ability of a goldfish could deconstruct?” He blinked wide eyes at Derek. “Gee, I don’t know. It’s bound to go down as one of life’s great mysteries.”

Derek despised him.

All the Weird Kids (Know How to Take it Slow) by Ionaonie

(26/26 I 112,477 I General I Sterek)

Stiles never thought being part of a werewolf Pack would end up being so normal. Even being around Derek had a degree of normality about it. Even if he was still an overbearing jerk most of the time.