My issue with music is that if you don’t have a vision, don’t give it a fucking sound. Bottom line. You got a vision? You give it a sound. You wanna sound like some other shit? Stay in your fucking garage and leave us alone.
You and Stiles had been together for a while, even before Scott was bitten. You loved the dork with everything you had, no matter if you had to watch Star Wars a thousand times or if you had to deal with him leaving to help save the town. You were never worried about him when he was near Lydia or Allison, you knew he loved you as much as you loved him. It wasn’t until Malia showed up that you began having doubts.
Pairing: Malia x Reader Friendship Warnings: Stalia, Anti Stydia. Stiles gets slapped. Please guys, I don’t want to be mean but if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Word Count: 1686 Notes: Okay, so this fic is basically a huge fuck you to Jeff Davis’ shitty writing in season 6? I still love Stiles, I still love my blog but Season 6!Stiles treated Malia like shit and it made me mad. So yeah… this happened.
“I’ll never get it, Scott! I still don’t understand why I need math in the first place.” Scott shook his head at the Coyote but couldn’t stop his smile. “I bet you’ll get it soon. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” “No, I’m not being hard on myself. I’m being honest!” Malia frowned at Scott’s laughter but didn’t comment on it. A look at the clock on her mobile made her realize that she had to leave soon, if she wanted to bring you back your notes. “Scott, I gotta go. I promised (y/n) to bring her stuff back today.” Scott followed Malia down to the front door and was about to say goodbye, when he opened the door and made his friend freeze in her spot. Even if he hadn’t been able to smell it, Scott would have noticed Malia’s anxiety by just taking a look at her. She was shaking. Stiles and Lydia were looking up from their kiss and Malia could already feel her claws grow. She had to get away as fast as possible. “See you guys in school tomorrow!” without looking back, Malia hurried away. Ignoring Scott’s calls after her, she passed her car and started running.
Malia just run away upset. Please call if you see her!
You frowned at Scott’s text message before typing in a reply.
Before Scott had a chance to answer, your ringing door bell made you look up in surprise. You just hoped it was Malia. Crashing down the stairs, you ripped the door open and almost yelped at the sign in front of you. It was, in fact, Malia who was staring at you wide-eyed, but her fangs and claws were free for everyone to see. After taking a view looks around, just to make sure that nobody had seen her, you pulled Malia inside and closed the door behind her, before gently grabbing the girl by her arms. “What happened?!” “I can’t turn back!” “What do you mean you can’t turn back?!” you tried to stay calm, for the sake of both of you, but you could already feel your puls rise. You had thought Malia had gotten the anchor thing under control! “What do you think, (y/n)?!” “I thought you’d found another anchor!” Avoiding eye-contact with you, Malia pulled you closer and tried to steady herself but it wasn’t working. Her mind was still thinking back to how she had lost her anchor to one of her best friends and the fact that it was hurting even though she didn’t want it to hurt! She was stronger than this! “You have to tell me what got you so out of it or I won’t be any help!” Malia hated this day. “I lied, okay?! I lied.” Now, that was more confusing than it was helpful. Malia looked back up and let go of your arms, sinking to her knees instead. She wasn’t able to control her coyote and she hated it! “Malia…” “GOD, (Y/N)!I lied about the new anchor! I never had one! I… when I left Scott’s place I ran into Lydia and Stiles kissing and I can’t …(y/n), I don’t know how to turn back without Stiles.” The coyote once again tried to avoid your gaze, because she already knew that you were watching her with pity in your eyes. The poor Beta not being able to cope with her feelings. It was stupid and it made Malia want to turn fully so she could hide in her old cave but she was upset and a full turn only worked when she was content and able to focus. On days like today she really wished they had never found her in the first place. What use did it have when the only thing that she had gotten from it was more pain? “I know this sucks,” you interrupted Malia’s thoughts, “but you have to become your own anchor, at least until you find a new one.” Malia didn’t want to find a new anchor but she also couldn’t stay like this and so she tried. She tried to calm her nerves down but as she looked down, she could still see her claws. It wasn’t working and the lack of control made her panic again! Before she could stress herself into a full blown panic attack, you placed both of your hands on her shoulders and tried to shake her out of it. At least that had gotten her attention. “Malia, we’ll try something. You’re going to close your eyes and listen to my voice and if that doesn’t work I’m gonna call Scott, yeah?” You went on after the girl gave you a short nod. “We’re going to breath together okay? Breath in through your nose and when I tell you, try to slowly breath out again through your mouth.” Repeating the breathing exercise a view times, you were relieved to see that it seemed to work. Her claws turned back into her human nails and her fangs got smaller and smaller until they weren’t there anymore. You slumped down besides Malia and pulled the girl into a hug. “I’m proud of you! You did it.” But Malia wasn’t feeling very celebratory, you realized, as she burried her face in your shoulder, hugging you back tightly. It would have been a lie to say that you had expected Malia to cry over her lost anchor but you still kept quiet as you let her cry on your shoulder, trying to rub her back in a comforting manner. How could Stiles hurt her like that? He hadn’t even really broken it up between them, too cowardly to even do that right. He simply hadn’t cared. In fact, it seemed like both Stiles and Lydia didn’t seem to care one bit for Malia’s feelings and it was pissing you off! They were hurting their own pack member, their friend, and they didn’t care. If you were honest it didn’t just piss you off. It made you furious. A view minutes later, Malia was sitting on your couch with a cup of hot chocolate in her hands and your anger had yet to subside. Normally you hated getting in the way of an argument but you had also seen just how hurtful the whole situation was on one of your best friends and ignoring it simply wasn’t an option anymore. “Malia, where’s Stiles right now?”
“Scott, open the door!” your fist was heavy against the wooden front door and Stiles frowned at his best friend, who was sitting between him and Lydia in the living room. “Is that (y/n)? She sounds pissed.” “Yeah.” Scott returned the frown before getting up from the couch, leaving Lydia and Stiles alone, and walking to the front door to let you in. “Hey, what’s wrong?” As you shoved the Alpha out of the way to call for Stiles, Scott was more than confused. “What got you so fired up, woman?” Stiles voice spoke up from the living room even before he had reached the hallway. That’s when Scott smelled it. The sour smell of anger. The Alpha wasn’t sure if he’d ever smelled that much anger on you, always the optimist and always the one person trying to stay positive, but something had you furious and Scott wanted to know what it was. Or rather who. As Stiles fully entered the hallway, you instantly dashed forward. “You fucking asshole!” Scott was frozen as he watched you reach back and smack Stiles with your flat hand across his cheek. His best friend turned away with a hiss. “What the hell! Are you fucking insane, (y/n)?!” “No, but you are the biggest fucking douche in existence! That was for Malia by the way!” “Wait, did she told you to slap me?!” “No, asshole! Of course not.” you rubbed your temples in annoyance before glaring at the boy in front of you. “Are you… like do you even KNOW how heartbroken she still is about your break up?!” “Well, it was a break up. They tend to suck but I’m not responsible for the way she feels.” “YES YOU ARE.” you didn’t care that you were screaming. Stiles was still as dense as always and you had watched them stepping on Malia’s feelings like it was nothing for long enough. Stiles tried to take a step back as you got into his space but you weren’t having any of it. “Maybe you shouldn’t have used her in the fist place if you were still crushing on the Banshee.” “(y/n), that’s unfair and you know it.” Lydia’s voice made you turn your attention away from Stiles and fixate her instead. “No, you know what’s unfair? Treating pack like they don’t belong in it! Looking back up into Stiles shocked eyes, a new wave of rage hit you. “Don’t look so fucking surprised, Stiles! You ignored Malia ever since you broke up with her! You even ignored her feelings because you were too busy running after the girl you had been crushing on for years and you don’t even care! You don’t care one bit about your ex-girlfriend and maybe she is too nice to say something but I’m not and you are a fucking asshole for breaking her heart.” “It’s not my problem that she can’t get over it.” “SHE can’t- … wow.” a dry laughter escaped your lips and you got the urge to slap Stiles a second time. “You’re even worse than I thought.” You realized that it had no use. This took more energy than it was worth. “You guys should be ashamed of yourselves, both of you! But I still hope you guys get happy together. You definitely deserve each other.” And with that you were out of the door and back on your way home where Malia was waiting. You couldn’t say that your anger had magically dissapeared by yelling at Stiles, but you had said anything that had been on your mind and maybe, just maybe it had made Stiles and Lydia think about how unfairly they were treating their own pack.
Derek is cock!blocking Stiles continually and he assumes Derek is doing
it to all the pack because he’s the over-protective alpha but NOPE.
know what I reeeeeally want? I want a monster-of-the-week fic where it
turns out the thing causing trouble all over town is a baby monster, and
Derek, after claiming he’s gonna kill it for a million times, adopts
HA HA HA so I kind of combined these prompts but then ended up writing something that is kind of these prompts but also not these prompts at all? I need to stop writing about baby demon animals. ENJOY.
The first time it happened, Stiles had been legit appreciative of the save, because Tim was kind of a creep and handsy as fuck and Stiles had started wishing he’d brought his bat along, at one point. The second time, okay, Stiles can see that it’d been kind of an emergency, what with the lake monster and all, even though he’d mainly just driven the getaway car, and he couldn’t see why one of the others couldn’t have been just as helpful, but—whatever. It was okay.
The third and fourth times – kind of iffy, on the excuses front, but it was more bemusing than anything, and both dudes had been pretty boring, so he’d take ice cream and coffee with Derek over light chit-chat, especially when half the things Stiles does for a living are, like, supernatural and magical and can’t be talked about in polite company.
The fifth time, Stiles and Livvy were making out like teenagers in his jeep when Derek had knocked on the window and that was—not cool, man. Not cool at all.
Request: “Hi! I
don’t know if you’re still using those drabbles but if you are could you do “Are you sure about that?” & “The way you flirt is shameful.” for Isaac?
A/n: Hopefully you guys enjoy! Requests are open :)
Y/n.” I turn to look at Issac.
I look back at my books and homework that is spread across Lydia’s table.
Y/n, if you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber.” I look back at Issac
and he has the biggest smile on his face.
so proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
you invent the airplane? Cause you seem Wright for me.” I roll my eyes and
I try my best to ignore him so I could finish my homework. Lydia comes over to
the table with a plate in her hands.
leave Y/n alone.” Lydia puts down the plate inbetween Issac and me. I grab
a piece of honeydew, “Thanks Lyd.”
you a fruit, because Honeydew you know how fine you look right now?”
my eyes “Seriously Issac? The way you flirt is shameful!”
you sure about that?” Issac tells me “You’re blushing pretty
badly.” Issac has a stupid smirk on his face.
both my hands on my face and I felt the heat from my cheeks. Issac stands up
from his chair. “You know what Y/n, I think you like me.” Issac walks
to me and puts his hands on my chair handle. I hold my breath, too scared to do
or say anything. “You either are too nervous or don’t want to admit
it.” I open my mouth but than close it not sure what to say. Issac walks
off and I turn around to watch him.
“What the hell just happened?” I
turn back to see Stiles with a piece of fruit in his hands.
- I don’t know.” I say.
Y/n, go after him!” Lydia yells at me.
out of my chair and run out of the house. I call out “Wait, Issac!” He turns around and I
stand on my tippy toes. I grab his face and pull him down towards me. I kiss
him and I feel his hands go through my hair.
not a photographer,” I say with a huge smile on my face, “But I can picture me and you together."
Master List Request / Ask Questions Here Y/N - Your Name Plot: IDEK anymore. just read it will you Word Count: 496 Disclaimer: I’m not copywriting or anything. If I did I didn’t mean too. Oh and EXTREMEMLY SHORT. I didn’t really know where I was going with this, I just had an idea and wrote it down. U N E D I T E D
There was a harsh bang on my room door. I rolled my eyes and
continued watching the scene unfolding on my laptop. Suddenly the door swung
open and there stood the pack, glaring at me. “Where the hell have you been?” Derek
said as he yanked apart the curtains causing me to squint as the bright sun
rays filled the room.
“I’ve been here” I said in a slow and confused state as the
rest of the pack piled into my room, “why?” Liam flopped onto my bed and
clicked by laptops space bar, pausing what I was watching oh so peacefully
before they showed up.
“You haven’t been answering your phone for three days” Liam
said as he reached his hand out to play with the skinny silver ring on my index
finger. Something he’s always done ever since we first met him.
“It’s been three days already?” I mumble to myself
“Have you actually been in your room this time?!” Stiles
gave me an impressed but annoyed look, “great, we’ve been searching the town
all day but you’ve been here doing God knows what” he dramatically fell back
first onto my bed. He picked up my laptop from the screen and placed it on his
“Teen Vampire?” Kira shrieked in delight “finally someone to
fan girl with!”
“God Y/N really?” Scott sat up on my dresser and slouched on the wall.
“Hey, It’s like the best show ever!” I defended the love of my life.
“Vampires? Really” Derek rolled his eyes and I nodded, “don’t
knock it till you try it”
“You’ve been here for three days straight watching this show?”
Lydia questioned. I playfully put my hand over my heart.
“This is not just some show, and it’s not as girly as it sounds. Actually the
characters kinda remind me of you lot”
Stiles pressed play and stared at the screen, “This Ziles
character is pretty energized huh” I chuckled and ran my free hand through Liam’s
“I don’t know sounds pretty basic to me” Isaac suddenly chimed in.
I thought for a moment, “hey, are you guys free for the next
. . .
“I called it!” Stiles hollered as the windows of the abandoned
church smashed. The rest of the pack shushed him and I threw a few pieces of
popcorn in his direction but to my surprise he actually caught them in his
mouth and ate them. With help from Kira, we got everyone to watch the first
episode of the first season in my living room, and let’s just say that my plan
worked a charm because here we are now watching the final episode of the first
out of six seasons.
“No, don’t leave them alone!” Lydia yelled at the tv screen,
I chuckled at the sight of everyone being so intrigued despite a few hours ago
they were so uninterested.
Well, It looks like a got a few new members into the fandom.
Lydia said "THEY saved me" before she said "Stiles saved me" :
Lydia was aware of the way her mother treated Stiles when she was catatonic and wanted her to know that Stiles is not in fact demon spawn :
Lydia was also aware of the fact that it was STILES' PLAN that they ultimately used to save her :
Lydia knew that Stiles needed to hear someone give him credit/praise/say he did a good thing more than anyone, because she knows him better than anyone at current :
Lydia, even after she almost died multiple times, was taking this all into consideration and did the best she could to make the people around her feel ok and not rip eachother apart :
Lydia herself understands how it feels to feel like you're responsible for death and destruction and how it feels to NEED to save someone :
If absolutely nothing else convinces you, how about this- Lydia Martin has been at death's door for an eternity now and in her exhausted and pained and scared state she called on her BEST FREIND as the one to save her because it felt familiar and safe to her, so stop invalidating her feelings because she didn't list every single person who she may or may not have known helped her :
Fic Request: could you do a fic where ‘i’m aware of that’ becomes stiles and lydia’s thing and she’ll say something and he’ll use every opportunity he can to say 'i’m aware of that’ and then lydia finally confesses her feelings for him and he’ll mutter 'I wasn’t aware of that’ and cuteness will continue:)
Warnings: Seeing spirits(?) Being a banshee(?) Tiny bit of fluff (?)
Theo x Reader
“What will happen to her?” Lydia
asks. Stiles, Scott, Liam, Lydia, Kira and Malia are standing in a hospital
room. Lydia’s sister y/n was bitten by Liam. He didn’t mean to do it but it
just happend. “If the bite catches she’ll become a werewolf. If it don’t
it she’ll die,” Stiles says. “I know that!” Lydia says. Melissa
walks into the room and she comes back with the test results. Lydia looks very
hopeful to Melissa but Melissa doesn’t look that happy back. “She has an
allergic reaction it,” she says. Lydia gets tears in her eyes and Stiles
gives her a hug. “It doesn’t matter that she is going to die. I mean that
didn’t happen with you too,” Scott says. “But it is an option,”
Lydia says. “Lydia… I’m so…” Liam stutters. “I know you
didn’t mean it like that,” Lydia says. “But is someone supposed to
watch y/n to make sure that she doesn’t run in the woods totally naked for two
days?” Stiles asks. “You did that?” Liam asks to Lydia.
“Liam, wrong moment,” Scott says. “And we’ll all make sure she
is safe.” “What will happen to her when she becomes a banshee?”
Lydia asks. “She does banshee things,” Stiles says. “She was
always a banshee but her powers are just activated now. We just need to make
sure that she’ll survive it,” Scott says. “And we have to look for a
crazy psychopath who wants to be resurrected,” Stiles says.
“Stiles!” Scott warns him. “Alright, alright,” Stiles says.
Mrs, Martin walks into the room. “She is able to go home!” Mrs.
Martin says and she hugs Lydia. “I just talked with the doctor and he has
to come to check her sometimes but she can go home.” “That’s
great!” Lydia says.
After I got out of the hospital everything
is a bit strange. It’s loud in my head and I can sometimes hear actual voices.
Of course I’m not telling anyone. They would think I’m crazy. Scott and Liam
are making popcorn in the kitchen. They were the ones who had to babysit me. I
want to grab my drink but I suddenly see a man standing in front of me. The
voices in my head start to get louder. His chest is open and there is blood
dropping on the floor. He has claws what is really strange but the claws are
blue and shining. He walks towards me and I stay were I are. “Y/n, are you
alright?” Scott asks. I look at the man but Scott doesn’t see it. Suddenly
the man grabs my feet and I scream.
Scott walks into the living room where y/n
is sitting on the couch. She looks very frightened. Scott hearted her heart
skipping a few beats so he thought it was smart to look. He looks at the place
where y/n is looking but he doesn’t see anything. Liam also walks into the
living room but he quits walking once he sees y/n being all frightened. She
suddenly screams and Scott and Liam fall on the ground with their hands
covering their ears. Y/n starts to run. She runs into the woods.
A half hour later Malia, Lydia and Stiles
are walking into the house when they see Scott and Liam onto the floor. They
are still unconscious. Their hands are still on their ears but there is also
blood dropping from their ears. Malia runs up to them and she breaks Scott’s
hand. His ears heal and he wakes up. Malia does the same with Liam. “Where
is y/n?” Lydia suddenly asks. “She was afraid of something and she
screamed but it was too powerful and especially with our super hearing,”
Scott says. “We have to find her now!” Lydia says.
I run and I run. On some way I just can’t
stop running. I don’t know what to do. I don’t have any control over my body
anymore. It’s so strange! And I hate it. I can’t do anything. My body isn’t listening
to my brain! I can feel my body being drawn to something. Suddenly someone
grabs me and I stop running. I can suddenly feel the cold around me. I fall on
the ground and I look up. There is a strange boy standing in front of me. Well,
he isn’t that strange. He is new in school. Well actually he isn’t knew because
once he was in our school but then he left and now he is back. “Are you
alright?” he asks. “It’s midnight and I’m running in the woods. Of
course it’s not okay!” I say. “What are you?” The boy doesn’t
look human and after that weird guy I just saw I want to know the truth.
“I’m a chimera. I’m Theo and you are?” he asks. “I’m y/n and I
have no idea what I am,” I say. “Why are you here… running?”
he asks. “I don’t know,” I say. “That isn’t good at all,”
he says. “You don’t have to tell me,” I say. The voices start to get
harder and I put my hands around my head. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” Theo
asks worried. “The voices,” I say. “What voices?” he asks. “The
voices in my head!” I say. I look up and the guy is standing behind Theo.
“B-behind-d you,” I say. Theo turns around. “I don’t see
anything,” he says. “He is standing right in front of you,” I
tell him. The guy walks up at me and I scream. When I’m done screaming Theo
looks up at me. “I know what you’re,” he says. “The wailing woman. You’re a
banshee.” “What the hell is a banshee?” I ask. “I’ll
explain everything to you but if you stay here you will get sick,” he
says. He picks me up and he starts to run. “You’re Lydia’s sister, aren’t
you?” he asks. I nod. “I’ll make sure you’ll get home safely,”
he says. He is very warm and I see my house. He runs in it and he puts me on
the couch. I see that there is no one home. “It might shock you but there
are werewolves and other creatures,” he says. “What’s a
banshee?” I ask. “That’s someone who can predict death,” he says
and he gives me a glass of water. “And what about those voices?” I
ask. “That belongs with being banshee. They tell you who and when they’re
going to die,” he says. “How did I became a banshee?” I ask.
“Do you remember something from the last full moon?” Theo asks.
“It’s very vague but people said it was an animal attack,” I tell
him. “It was a werewolf. You was bitten and that bite activated your
powers,” he says. “That’s impossible werewolves don’t exist,” I
say. Theo shows his hands and suddenly he has claws. “I’m a chimera so why
can’t there be werewolves?” he asks. “I think that I see a
werewolf,” I say. “I’m a chimera,” he says. “Since that
full moon I’ve been seeing a dude with claws and an opened chest,” I say.
“It could be a dead werewolf. Banshees can be haunted by spirits who want
to be resurrected,” Theo says. “Can you make it stop?” I ask.
“I’m sorry,” he says when he shakes his head. “Can I make it
stop?” I ask. “I don’t know,” he says. “Who bit me?” I
ask. “Liam,” he says. “Liam?” I ask. Liam is a werewolf?
That’s just crazy! “Liam is Scott’s beta,” he says. I do know things
about Alpha and betas. I had to do a project about wolfs. “Is there more
that I need to know?” I ask. “I don’t want you to fight with your
friends,” he says. “Just tell me,” I say. “Well Scott and
Liam are werewolves. Malia is a werecoyote and Kira is a kitsune. Then we have
Lydia and she is a Banshee too,” he says. “Why didn’t she tell
me?” I ask. “I don’t know,” he says. “What is Stiles?”
I ask. “He is a Stiles,” Theo jokes and I laugh. “Could you stay
here for if that guy comes back?” I ask. “Of course I will,” he
says. He goes sitting next to me and I feel his arm around me. I put my head on
his chest and I close my eyes.
“Where could she be?” Lydia asks.
Everyone walks towards Lydia’s house. “We don’t know but we lost her trail
so we need to get her scent back,” Scott says. “Stop!” Everyone
stops walking. “I smell something,” Scott says. “So do I,”
Liam says. Scott runs into the house and he sees y/n sleeping against Theo’s
chest. Everyone runs after Scott and Lydia wants to say something - probably
really mean - but Theo puts his finger for his mouth. “Shh, she is
sleeping,” he whispers. Lydia looks really mad at him and he smiles really
innocent to her. “I told you, you can’t trust him,” Stiles whispers.
“I brought her home after she ran into the woods. She just asked me to
stay here,” he says. “What have you told her?” Lydia asks. “The
truth,” Theo says. “You told her about you being the bad guy and
working with the Dread Doctors?” Kira asks. “No, I told her about you
and what you’re,” he says. “Theo kitchen now!” Lydia whispers.
“If I move she’ll wake up,” he says. “Kitchen!” Lydia
whispers again. Theo tries to get to the kitchen without waking y/n up.
Everyone else follows them. “Theo! Leave my sister alone!” Lydia says and she
hits Theo on the back of his head. “I brought her home! She could have died in
those woods. Besides why did you bite her?” Theo asks. “It was a full moon. I
couldn’t really control myself,” Liam says. “Uhm… Guys!” Stiles yells and we
all walk to the living room. Y/n, is standing up a bit and Theo runs up at her
getting him a death glare of Lydia. “She is sleepwalking,” Theo says. “What?”
Lydia says and she looks at her little sister. Y/n takes a few steps to the
door and she opens it. Lydia wants to grab her sister but Stiles grabs her
hand. “If you stop someone who is sleepwalking you could kill her,” he says.
While they were talking y/n walked further and Theo followed her. She suddenly
started to run and Theo runs after her. The others also find out that y/n is
running and they follow her. “Where is she going?” Liam asks. “I don’t know but
keep following her and don’t touch her,” Scott says. “Guys, Lydia and I don’t
have a supernatural ability to run this hard,” Stiles says. “I will follow my
sister!” Lydia says stubborn. “Well then jump on my back,” Scott says. “What?”
Lydia asks. “When I stop you jump on my back and we run,” Scott says. Suddenly
Scott stops and Lydia jumps on his back. Scott starts to run again. “And what
about me?” Stiles asks. “You have to get to your jeep. To inform your dad and
maybe even her mom,” Scott says. Stiles nods and he runs the other way. Theo is
the one closest to y/n. After that Liam and Scott. The last ones are Kira and
Malia. They are watching Liam and Scott’s backs, Liam and Scott are watching
Theo and y/n. Just because they don’t trust him. Suddenly y/n stops running and
she walks slowly to a chopped off tree. “The Nemeton,” Scott says. Y/n lies
down next to the tree and Theo gets to his knees next to her. She opens her
eyes and looks around her. “What happened?” she asks. “You were sleepwalking,”
Theo says. “But everything is alright,” Scott says. “Could you let me go so I
could get to my sister?” Lydia asks. “Of course,” Scott says and Lydia jumps of
Scott’s back. Lydia walks over to her little sister. “Y/n?” she asks. “Lydia,”
y/n says. She stands up and Lydia gives me a hug. “I’m going to help you with all
of this,” Lydia says. “But first… Are you alright?” Theo asks. “Yes, I’m fine,”
y/n says. “Do you know why you’re here?” Scott asks. She shakes her head. “I
think it is because of this,” Malia says. Scott walks over to Malia and he sees
a body. “What’s that?” y/n asks. “It goes with being a banshee but I’ll learn
you everything about it,” Lydia says. “I’ll call Stiles but you have to go
before you will get a cold,” Scott says and y/n nods. She walks with Lydia but
she suddenly stops. She turns around and walks over to Theo. She hugs him and
he is at first really shocked but then he puts his arms around her too. “Thank
you,” she says. “You’re welcome and I’ll see you again,” he says. “Y/n?” Lydia
asks. Theo loses his grip around her and she walks back to Lydia.
Can I request a fluffy Liam or Brett imagine (your choice) where it’s cold outside, and they’re watching movies, cuddling on a couch and drinking hot chocolate?
A/N- Sorry if it’s short. Requests will be open shortly!
You knocked lightly on Scott’s door, running your hands up and down your arms as you shivered in the cold. It was freezing outside, and Lydia had seen this as the perfect opportunity to have a holiday move night with the pack. You had no doubt tonight would be full of fuzzy blankets, hot chocolate and inevitable bickering about what movie to watch. You just hoped it would hurry up already, because you were pretty sure your feet were going to freeze to Scott’s porch. “…don’t understand why you can’t get the door!” you heard an angry voice exclaim. “You’re right next to it!” “Jesus Christ, fine,” someone else grumbled. “I’m going, I’m going.” You pulled your knit hat tightly over your ears just as you heard footsteps thumping on the wooden floor. In seconds, the door was opening to reveal a very annoyed Stiles, but as soon as he saw you, he beamed. “Y/n!” he exclaimed as he brought you into a hug. “Hey chickadee!” “Chickadee?” you questioned. Stiles shrugged. “I’m trying out nicknames.” A small growl cut through the room, and you looked over to see Liam glaring at Stiles from the couch. You recognized the look on his face, because you had seen it countless times before, and you immediately knew he was jealous. Stiles noticed it too, and his lips curled into a smirk. He tightened his arm around you and ruffled your hair, leaning down to peck you on the cheek. “I love it when you come over, Y/n. You always make my day.” You laughed slightly, knowing that what you were doing was pissing Liam off, but you had to admit it was kind of funny. Liam, on the other hand, wasn’t laughing at all, and he was gripping the arm of the sofa so hard it looked like it was going to snap. You heard a pair of footsteps entering the room, and an exasperated sigh rippled through the air. “Stiles,” Scott told him tiredly. “Stop messing with Liam. If he ruins the couch my mom is going to kill me. We’ve already broken enough furniture.” “Aw, come on,” Stiles complained as he let go of you. “It’s so much fun, Scott.” “Then can you at least make him jealous outside?” Scott asked. Liam immediately realized Stiles was messing with him and he quickly let go of the couch. You shrugged off your coat and dumped it on the pile on the floor, grinning as you pulled off your hat. You walked over to the couch and plopped down in the empty spot next to Liam, flashing him a large smile. He blushed as you, obviously embarrassed by how jealous he had been earlier. “Don’t worry,” you assured him. “Stiles isn’t a threat to you at all.” “Hey!” Stiles cried as he sat down in the large arm chair he was sharing with Lydia. “I find that offensive!” “Y/n!” a voice squealed, cutting off any possible response from you. You turned around and peeked over to the couch, only to find Kira shuffling into the living room and balancing several cups of hot chocolate in her arms. You tilted your head uneasily, knowing Kira wasn’t the most coordinated. Luckily you weren’t the only who realized this, because Scott quickly rushed to her aid to help her out. She quickly walked over and set the cups on the coffee table, leaning down to bring you into a tight hug. You looked over and saw Liam frowning, still a little jealous that he wasn’t the one you were hugging. You smiled as you pulled away from Kira, eyeing Liam. “You look a little jealous, Dunbar,” you remarked with a sly smile. “M-me?” Liam asked. “Pssh, no. Never.” “Oh yeah?” you asked. “Then I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I sat with Stiles-” Liam let out an involuntary growl and you chuckled. You leaned forward and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer until your lips met. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, tugging you flush against him as he kissed you. It was a pretty chilly night, but if you had been cold before you certainly weren’t now. “Get a room!” a voice called, causing you and Liam to break apart. You glanced over with a unsatisfied expression to see Malia staring up at you from the floor. She was in that stage now where she had a very middle school sense of humor, and she seemed pretty proud of herself right now. “Oh leave them alone,” Lydia chastised. “They’re adorable.” “It’s true,” Kira told you as she handed you both some hot chocolate. “You’re like the sophomore class power couple.” Liam smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leaning forward to peck your cheek. You curled closer to him and smiled as you watched Malia and Stiles bicker about the movie on the floor. You didn’t really hear the choices at first, because you were too busy looking at Liam’s blue eyes. “I want The Polar Express!” Malia insisted, breaking the peaceful moment with her loud voice. “The CGI is so outdated,” Stiles pointed out. “Stiles, I don’t even know what that means,” Malia told him with a frown. “And I don’t care. We’re watching The Polar Express.” “Home Alone is a thousand times bet-” Malia let out a fierce growl as her eyes flashed blue, and Stiles gulped. “O-okay. The Polar Express it is.” You rolled your eyes as you placed your cheek on Liam’s shoulder, snuggling closer to him as Stiles put in the movie. His hand slid into yours, and you blushed in the dark of the living room as Liam’s fingers gripped yours. You figured The Polar Express probably wouldn’t be the only movie you and your friends would be watching, and that this movie night would go well into the morning. Despite the late hours, you didn’t mind, and you knew it was going to be a great night, especially with Liam right next to you.
So this is a ficlet in which Stiles wears a dress. Before you start reading I just wanted to say a quick lil thing:
In this fic, Stiles is a cis male who wears dresses. He is not trans or non-binary, this is a fic about gender roles. Everyone who thinks that male-identifying people cannot wear dresses is welcome to fuck off.
That being said, I don’t have anything against trans or non-binary people, considering that’d be self-hate.
TW: Mild homophobia
Title: The Worst Kind of Bread
The material is wispy between his fingers, and he rubs
against it to stave off the nervousness. He’s holding his favorite dress - a
red one, the first one he’d ever bought - and contemplating something he never
thought he would.
He vividly remembers the first time he’d worn a dress, back
when he’d just turned thirteen and just thought fuck it and he’d
borrowed one of Melissa’s and it felt so right that he had to resist the urge