scott a. martin

friendship goals // stiles stilinski

Summary: Having only ever been acquaintances, Stiles & Y/N find out what benefits come along with being friends

Requested: no, collab with @sincerelystiles

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language & smut throughout

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“Why does Scott insist that playing hide and seek in the middle of the pitch black woods is going to bring us closer together as a pack?” Y/N sighed, annoyed as she pulled her thin jacket closer around her shoulders.

“Quite complaining.” Stiles shushed her, bringing a finger to his lips. “You’re only upset because you’re stuck with me.” He smirked.

They had never been anything more than acquaintances. She was friends with Lydia, automatically making her friends with Scott and in turn, Stiles.

“It could’ve been worse.” He offered his hand to her, helping her over the large tree trunk that had fallen over blocking their path. “You could have been stuck with Liam.” She smiled as she reached for his hands. 

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endless list of plot bunnies: rey mccall

Reyna McCall was just starting to find a balance between her volunteer work, her schooling and her newfound status as princess of Beacon Hills High when her twin brother Scott started acting oddly. First of all she ignored it, as she had ignored him and his hyperactive best friend Stiles all summer whilst she climbed the social ladder. But not long after it starts, the strange happenings in Beacon Hills become a little too much to be able to simply ignore and her brothers involvement in them becomes a little too concerning.

Rey thought Scott was just out to jeopardise her popularity and to move in on her new friend Allison. But everything Rey thought she knew about her twin brother is about to change. 

Late Night Drives - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

A/N – This is my 3rd imagine and I am so happy that you guys are liking them. Please feel free to request any ones in particular that you want, my inbox is always open :)

Plot – You can’t sleep at night, so you rely on your trusty boyfriend to help distract you.

Word count: 1243


Originally posted by lovablecouples

Tossing and turning in the dark, you caught a glimpse at the clock on your bedside table. 1:47am. Once again, you couldn’t sleep. You had tried everything the doctor had aid to do: counting sheep, having a hot drink and deep breathing, but nothing was working. Nothing at all. All you wanted to do was have 10 minutes of peace and quiet, but no, someone out there had it in for you and made you the person with insomnia in your family. You turned over again, being to get angry with your own mind that wouldn’t shut off. It was racing with all the thoughts and worries that were going through your brain, and you couldn’t turn it off.

Giving up, you finally turned on the bedroom light and fumbled around for your phone. The brightness nearly blinded you and you felt yourself blinking until your eyes adjusted. Scrolling through your contacts, you found the one you were looking for under ‘S’. Dialling the number, you tried to be as quiet as you possibly could. You had no doubt that he would pick up. For anyone else, he would probably ignore it, but for you, he would answer the phone immediately.

It took 3 rings.

“Stiles?” You whispered down the line.

“Whatimeisit?” He mumbled back, his words becoming jumbled.

“Nearly two, are you awake?” You replied.

“No, I’m just an automated message that is talking to you,” he replied sarcastically.

“Yep, you’re awake. Can we go somewhere?”

“Y/N it’s two in the morning and we have a biology test tomorrow, can it wait?”

You felt deflated, it’s not like you expect him to get up in the middle of the night for you and take you somewhere, but right now he didn’t even want to be awake.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll talk to you tomorrow Stiles,” you gave up, sighing.

You heard a groan on the end of the phone and a long groan of frustration.

“Fine,” he dragged out, “I’ll be at yours in five minutes.”

You smiled to yourself, “Thank you Stiles.”

And with that, you hung up. Deep down, you knew Stiles would come to your aid. He always did, and you loved him more and more each time for it. Stiles would act annoyed and pissed off, but truly, he couldn’t be happier that it was him you decided to call on help for. It made him feel special.

Climbing out of the warm, comfy duvet, you pushed your hair back out of your eyes. Brushing it out quickly with your fingers and pulling on the nearest jumper by your bed, you started to move towards the window. If you had gone downstairs, your parents would hear immediately and banish you from ever sneaking out again. They would keep you locked away in your room, and then there would never be any possibility of having fun again. So, the window it is.

Prying it open silently, you felt the gush of the cool night air on your face. It was refreshing enough to make you open your eyes wider and hear a low rumble of an engine nearby. It grew closer, and soon enough, the blue jeep was in its usual parking spot opposite your house. You gave yourself a very small smile and your heart leapt wildly. The porch was in front of you, and with ease, you took a large step and landed silently. Next, was to hang your feet, and jump. You had done it countless times before, but never at night. It gave you a sudden rush of adrenaline. You let go, and fell effortlessly.

Running across the road without looking and getting into the jeep, you pulled Stiles into a kiss before he even manged to say a word. It was soft and sweet and full of compassion, but it was also meaningful and daring and made your mind and body melt into his hands which cupped your cold face. Your hands tangled themselves into his hair, as if trying to pull him closer than he already was. But it was impossible. When you two were together, you were like a puzzle; you both fitted next to each other perfectly.

Eventually he pulled away and stared into your eyes, which looked straight back at his. You were trying to say what was going on with you just by looking, and Stiles understood. Silently, you fell back in your seat and Stiles started to drive. The radio played soft music by the 1975 and you hummed along wistfully, watching the surroundings change outside of your safe little car. Your safe little car where nothing could harm you, nothing could go wrong and nothing could change how you feel about a brown-haired boy sat right next to you.
Stiles kept on driving for another five minutes, all the while neither of you spoke a word. It was peaceful, you didn’t need to say anything and neither did he. You both knew how you felt about each other.

Eventually, the jeep stopped and you looked to see where you had been taken. Beacon Hills Viewpoint. You smiled to yourself.

You started to tell Stiles, “This is the place-“

“-we had our first kiss? Yeah, I know. I remember.” He finished, taking your hand and holding it in his own tightly.

You moved closer to him and leant your head on his shoulder, and you felt his arm go around your shoulders. Stiles brought you closer to his body, and you could feel the warmth radiating off him from under his plaid pyjamas.

Stiles took a deep breath, as if he was preparing himself for something big.

“Y/N, let me tell you something,” he began, his eyes looking out to overlook the whole of Beacon Hills. “When I was seven years old and everything in my life wasn’t making any sense. When everything looked like it was going to turn horrible and I wanted to scream so loud my lungs would burst, I thought life was another version of hell. If some guardian angel told me there and then that in ten years’ time, I would be sitting at Beacon Hills Viewpoint with the girl of my dreams right next to me and we would be taking light night drives together just because we were happy to be with one another, I would have punched them.”

You laughed softly. Stiles hand gripped yours tighter.

“But the truth is Y/N,” he carried on, “I couldn’t be happier to be sat with you right now. I know sometimes you feel like I choose other things over you, or you feel broken and I can’t mend you, and for that I’m so sorry. You deserve so much more than me, and because I’m here with you I will always be thankful. I think I’m falling really really deep in love with you Y/N.” He finished casually, as if he had rehearsed it all his life.

You were speechless. Dumbfounded. Stiles had finally admitted how he truly felt towards you, and you couldn’t be happier.

You pulled out of Stiles arms and looked at him straight into his beautiful eyes.

“I think I’m falling really really deep in love with you too Stiles,” you told him honestly.

And once again, your lips met. And in that exact moment, you knew that true love is real, and you had it.

Even if it was with a brown-eyed, brown-haired, rusty-jeep-driving, sarcastic boy named Stiles Stilinski.

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Teen Wolf Fake Text AU: Stydia happens and Lydia’s dream ship finally sails.

“kys” | Scott/Pack Imagine(?)

Originally posted by tvd-tw-ships



Author: @wolfiefictions

Summary: The pack finds out you’re being bullied.
Warnings: Swearing, sensitive topics.
IMPORTANT: My uploading schedule will probably be once or twice a week, since i’m quite busy with school and whatnot. I’ll try and upload more regularly once I get my shit together. heh.


Fellow peers chatted in the corridors of Beacon Hills High school. Your school. Usually you’d be apart of them, but that hasn’t been the case these last few months. A grunt escaped you lips, muffled by the pile of books you were carrying. Life had been dull - at least, it felt that way. Everything almost seemed a hue darker now. You had avoided the pack as best you could, knowing they would be able to smell your anxiety; now that you think about it, everybody could at this point. Bags formed under your eyes form sleepless nights, and non stop worry. You felt numb, empty, as if the life had been sucked out of you. You didn’t enjoy anything anymore, you didn’t smile anymore, the glow in your eyes had been replaced with sorrow.

“lmao it looks like she threw up all over a piece of paper and called it art.”

“ew get off the internet.”

“Somebody to us a favour, and kill her. You know, maybe she should do it for us.”

“^^omg ikr. cant she just get off her ass and do something productive for once?”

“lmao kys Y/N.”

The hateful comments that had been left on your Tumblr account echoed around your mind. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t realize that you had just bumped into someone.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up? You haven’t talked to us at all this week.”

It was Scott.

“Y-yeah, I’m so sorry i’ve been caught up with work, and-”

“-You’re lying.” Scott cut you off.

“You reek of anxiety, and it sounds like your heart is about to jump out of your chest.” He joked.

You had dropped your head in shame.

It was silent for a moment, until a hand gently nudged you into an abandoned classroom. The door closed behind you and Scott.

“So, care to tell me what’s wrong?” Scott asked, sitting you in a chair.

The alpha had always been like a big brother to you. You just didn’t know what to say - or if you should explain. You turned your head away from him, refusing.

“Y/N, you can’t keep this up. We’re worried. I’m worried.” Scott gently gripped your chin, turning your head back towards him. “What is upsetting you?” Scott tried again.

You sighed, feeling your eyes starting to burn. Just then, your phone buzzed. Hesitating, you picked it up, reading the notifications.

@randomtumblrusername1 I just saw Scott lead you into an empty classroom. How much did you pay him? Slut.”

@randomtumblrusername2 @randomtumblrusername1 omg she always hangs out with the seniors. She already looked like an old hag, but beside them? oh god, I need bleach for my eyes.”

@randomtumblrusername1 @randomtumblrusername2 I feel bad for them. Can somebody get rid of Y/N? Please? xD”

Hearing your heartbeat spike, Scott grabbed the phone out of your hands.

“Hey! Scott!

He scrolled through all the comments, and messages. Reading the death threats, and blackmail.

“Is this why?”

You looked down, nodding. Tears started spilling down your cheeks. “I deleted my account, and started a new one, but they found me again. They found my number too, and my email. I’ve tried everything. I can’t just dispose of my electronics because I need to stay up to date with you guys. But I just can’t take it anymore.” You whimpered, feeling weak.

“Shh.. It’s okay.” Scott comforted you, pulling you in for a hug. “Whoever it is, we’ll find them. We wont let them hurt you either.” He rubbed your back soothingly.

He helped you up, leading you to the door. He opened it, revealing the rest of the pack.

“Heyy… We spotted you leading Y/N to the bathroom, so we kind of followed you.” Stiles explained sheepishly. 

Lydia then pulled you out of Scott’s arms, and into hers. “I cant believe that this happened to you.”

Kira, Stiles, Scott, Liam, and then Malia joined in. 

“Let’s get you to class.” Kira piped.

After that, the pack never let you out of their sight ever again.

My mom visited a Sherlock Cafe -- Jealousy ensues

Okay so– my mom (who is a pretty big BBC Sherlock fan even though she tries to stay low-key about it) is in China right now for work purposes and she happened upon a BBC Sherlock cafe and I just??

What –

I’m–

Holy shit?? She sent me so many photos of the place and I am in LITERAL agony

LOTS more under the cut because ho boy….there is a lot. 

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