I want teen wolf to end with the last scene being graduation. I want braedan and Derek in the stands smiling as they see everyone graduate. I want to see Danny getting his diploma and joking with Stiles. I want to see Isaac come back to congratulate everyone. I want to see Lydia walk up to Stiles as everyone is throwing up their caps and to finally kiss him passionately, confirming her feelings. I want Malia to be hugging her father and feel a tap on her shoulders and turn and see Kira there. I want it to end with the camera following Scott as he walks into the woods into a cemetery, cap and gown and all, and end up at Allison’s grave, placing his cap on the ground, smiling fondly as the camera pans out.
I am PRAYING that colton does come back for 6B because I just want to see jacksons face when he realises that stiles and lydia are together because it’s gonna be a whole lot of “are u fucking kidding me”
I have a son. His name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski, but we call him Stiles. I remember. When Stiles was i little kid, he couldn’t say his first name. I’m not sure why, it pretty much rolls off the tongue, but the closest he could get was Mischief. His mother called him that until… I remember when Stiles first got his jeep, it belonged to his mother. She wanted him to have it. The first time he took a spin behind the wheel, he want straight into a ditch. I gave him his first roll of duct tape that day. He was always getting into trouble, but he always had a good heart. Always. We’re here tonight because my goofball son decided to drag Scott, his greatest friend in the world, into the woods to see a dead body
I have a son. His name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski, but we call him Stiles. I remember. When Stiles was a little kid, he couldn’t say his first name. I’m not sure why, it pretty much rolls off the tongue, but the closest he could get was mischief. His mother called him that until…I remember when Stiles first got his jeep. It belonged to his mother. She wanted him to have it. The first time he took a spin behind the wheel, he went straight into a ditch. I gave him his first roll of duct tape that day. He was always getting into trouble, but he always had a good heart, always. We’re here tonight because my goofball son decided to drag Scott, his greatest friend in the world, into the woods to see a dead body
friendly reminder: malias character is A LOT more than just a stalia relationship, so pls stop calling it impossible to ship stydia and love malia because trust me or better trust her she is gonna get thru all this shit, move on, find herself and find the love she deserves. damn she is such a strong woman, an amazing person and this whole thing could only make her stronger
it’s not just that i wanted one last stydia scene in the last episode ever of teen wolf. i wanted a pack scene with them standing close next to each other, arms wrapped around each other, tears in their eyes. i wanted malia and stiles to have one last scene where stiles talks to her and reassures her that she’ll find someone great, whoever they might be. i wanted a stydia scene where they’re cuddling on stiles’ bed discussing about where they should go to college, and then them deciding that they seriously can’t be apart so they decide to go to the same school. i wanted one last scott and stiles scene, maybe at allison’s grave, with them talking about how proud she would have been to see them at this point in their lives. i wanted one last sheriff and stiles scene with them sitting next to each other at the kitchen table, and the sheriff is crying because he’s just so proud of his son. i wanted the pack to be together until the very end.
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader Words: 4,402 A/N: Okay so a few things. First, thank you to @potterworld4ever for helping me come up with the concept for this fic. Thank you to @writing-obrien for encouraging me and helping me with the title. And to @toppunks cause she’s amazing and also supports and encourages me more than I deserve.
Warnings: IDK this got pretty filthy, sorry I just really want Stiles Stilinski to talk dirty to me.
You stood in the impound lot next to Malia and Lydia, your arms folded across your chest.
“-dragging me out of bed once a week like I’m some supernatural metal detector!” Lydia was saying.
“You’re not the only one he’s dragged out of bed.” You pointed out. You weren’t really complaining, however. Stiles just got over excited sometimes.