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The Mistake (Part 4) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The One Where Stiles Plays Al Green”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Allison Argent & Reader

Author’s Note: So far, I think this is my favorite chapter. I am so grateful that @fillthevoid-stilinski asked me to write this series. It has been some of the most enjoyable writing I’ve done thus far. All of my inspiration and the only reason that this story exists is because of her fake relationship series. Go read it.

Thanks: to @ellie-bee242 for helping me decide what to do with the Stiles and Lydia scene. I was really conflicted and she is just the bomb.

Song: You definitely have heard this before, and I am imploring you to listen to it. You gotta understand what Stiles was hearing that finally made him go for it.

Gif credit: @ludi-lin

Summary: The night after Scott and Allison’s wedding, Stiles finally admits that he wants more than just a fake relationship.

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Epilogue

You and Stiles finally left the reception around four in the morning, splitting a cab and returning to your respective homes. He trudged into the post-wedding, pre-honeymoon sendoff brunch at a quarter to nine, chugging blue Gatorade and trying to stave off premature death. He smiled, however, when he saw you happily chattering with Malia over an empty chair between you and the beautiful were-coyote. He glanced around the room and didn’t see anyone standing, so he sauntered over, hoping you had been saving the seat for him. You felt strong heart palpitations when you saw Stiles, already half-dressed for work, his white sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his skinny black tie, hanging, unknotted, from his collar down his shirt-front.

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Sorry Not Sorry

Brett Talbot x Reader

Requsted by @imagine-s

Summary: You should never bully anyone with potential for the future. That’s a lesson Brett should’ve learn and now he gets to choke on his own words.

A/N: Based on Demi Lovato - Sorry Not Sorry, especially this part of the lyrics:

Now you’re out here looking like regret
Ain’t too proud to beg, second chance you’ll never get
Can’t have this, can’t have this (ah)
And it’d be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah

Brett Talbot Masterlist

Teen Wolf Masterlist


You’ve dreaded for Devenford Prep to come at your current school, Beacon Hills.


Before you even went to Beacon Hills you’ve gone to Devenford, along with both Liam and Brett; the second one being the reason you had to transfer schools since his shitty attitude towards you making you throw punches at him and making the principal ‘forced’ to transfer you to a public school when he saw you lunging at the tall and smug wolf on daily basis.

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Pack Meeting : Game Night
  • Liam: “I’m not dying for you!”
  • Theo: “I’m not dying for you either!”
  • Stiles: * sigh * “This is Twister, nobody is dying for anybody, period”
  • Malia: “if Liam doesn’t get his claws off my hand that might change”
  • Lydia: “Okay, if we figure this out slowly, we can untangle ourselves and stop playing”
  • Derek: “Well Liam is on top -”
  • Theo: [interrupting] “- that’s a first” (smirk)
  • Malia: “Ow, get off mh -”
  • [everyone collapses on each other]
  • Scott: [rubbing his head] “Why did we play this game again?”
  • Lydia: “Because Liam threw the Monopoly board through the wall last time; Theo can’t handle Operation; Nolan ate the pieces to Candyland - ”
  • Stiles: “- and all of you get super weird when I ask if anyone wants to play chess or Go [that game Kira’s mother taught us with the black and white pebbles]”
  • [Entire pack looks at Stiles. Cue awkward silence]
  • Nolan: [blushing/breaking silence] “I thought it was made of candy”

anonymous asked:

Hi i hope am doing this right as am a prompt virgin so to speak. I was wondering if you please write a Stiles/Derek story using one of my other favorite tv shows The Voice. I would really love to have Derek as the famous judge and Stiles as the contestant who when Derek turns for it's love at first sight on both sides. I could also picture them mapping out how they feel by using cheesy love songs

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: T, Word Count: 863
Fluff, Pining, Getting Together, Musician Stiles, Musician Derek, POV Derek

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The show is over. Finally. The last couple months have been agony. Not just because of the never-ending practicing and rehearsals, the tight schedules, the constant suspense of who would make it through to the next round; it’s been months of pushing his feelings down, not even daring to let them out through his song writing, afraid he wouldn’t be able to push them back down was they started pouring out.

Derek nods to familiar faces on their way out to one of the after parties. They barely notice him, their minds already at the party, and probably already a little drunk, too. He’s grateful. At least they won’t stop to talk to him. He would not be able to hold up his end of a conversation at the moment. The adrenaline rushing through his veins right now has him more on edge than in the minutes before the winner was announced. As a coach, he was on the edge of his seat, of course, but it hadn’t been about him. Now, though…

He takes a deep breath, holds it for a second, and knocks on Stiles’ dressing room door.

‘Come in!’

‘Hey,’ Derek says, forcing his nerves out of his voice.

‘Derek!’ Stiles’ smile is bright and mischievous. With that smile and his voice, no wonder he got to where is now. ‘Come to rub my loss in my face?’

‘What loss? Finstock still signed you,’ Derek reminds him. He closes the door behind him. The noises from the hallway fade until they’re almost inaudible, and he realizes he’s alone with Stiles. That was the plan, but it really hits him now. He hasn’t allowed himself to be alone with Stiles since the first time he saw him, not once. Now, it’s just him and Stiles.

‘So, if not to gloat, what brings you here?’ Stiles asks. ‘Ask for a duet for your new album now that I’m a superstar?’ He smirks and winks.

An involuntary smile pulls at Derek’s lips, and he shakes his head. ‘No, I’ll have my agent contact you about that.’

‘Oooh, professional,’ Stiles coos.

‘I did come to ask you something though.’ Derek swallows, his heart hammering in his chest. He knows he’s not wrong about the flirtations whenever they talked, the looks Stiles threw him during many of his performances, but a small voice in the back his head keeps asking: what if you are wrong?

‘Ask away,’ Stiles says, his voice is softer, expectant, his joking manner gone.

‘Your last song tonight, did you…?’ Derek can’t finish the question, nerves cutting off his voice.

Stiles nods. ‘I sang it for you.’

Derek feels like he’s flying and he has to look down to make sure that his feet are still on the ground. When he looks back up, Stiles is standing right in front of him. He reaches out and takes Stiles’ hands in his. It feels so good to be finally able to do this.

‘Would you like to go on a date?’ Derek asks.

‘Fuck yes,’ Stiles whispers with fervour, then bites his lip. ‘Wow, that didn’t sound desperate all,’ he snorts.

‘Well, the situation was getting pretty desperate,’ Derek says. ‘I’ve been wanting to ask you out since the moment I saw you.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah. I was upset, at first, that Deaton pushed the button sooner, but when I saw you I was relieved. A coach falling for one of their contestants would’ve been pretty inappropriate.’

‘I’m not a contestant anymore,’ Stiles reminds him, moving closer until they’re toe to toe. ‘And you’re not a coach.’

Derek bumps their noses. ‘Can I kiss you?’

‘Fuck yes.’

Derek closes the final inch between them. Stiles smells like sweat, deodorant, and make-up; he tastes like those god-awful energy drinks he loves. And it’s amazing. Derek moves his hands to Stiles’ waist and pulls their bodies flush together, as Stiles slides his hands into Derek’s hair, tilting his head and deepening the kiss.

He has no idea how long the kiss lasts, but when they finally break apart for air and he catches sight of himself in the mirror, his face is flushed and his hair is a mess. His lips are red and a little swollen. Stiles doesn’t look any less debouched, with his shirt half untucked and red splotches of beard burn around his mouth. Both their eyes look a little glazed.

‘That was nice,’ Stiles sighs.

‘Yeah.’ Derek realizes his hands are still fisted in Stiles’ shirt. He lets go to place his hands on Stiles’ hips. ‘Do you have a date for the afterparty?’

Stiles blinks. ‘You want to go on a date right now?’ he asks. The wonder is easily read on his face.

‘Do you want to wait another day?’

‘Fuck no,’ Stiles grins, shaking his head. ‘But maybe another fifteen minutes so we can both change and look less like we’ve been making out?’

‘Okay.’ Derek lets go and turns towards the door. ‘You want to take the same car?’

Stiles nods. He looks so happy that Derek has to reel him back in for another kiss.

‘I’ll see you there in fifteen,’ Derek says.

‘It’s a date.’

(The song Stiles sang was Demi Lovato - Ruin the Friendship)