stiles doesn't say 'i told you so'

anonymous asked:

AU Stiles is born blind. Talia told Claudia that there's a possibility for Stiles to see if they gave him the bite. On the day they were supposed to give him the bite the hale fire happens. Years later Derek's the alpha and offers Stiles the bite. Stiles says yes. Okay so 2 options 1)it doesn't work and Stiles is a blind badass who wood Derek this his smarts and charm. 2)it works and the first thing he sees is Derek. "Scott you didnt tell me he was gorgeous! I've been missing out!"

Oh my gosh, I want both of those to happen!

I just imagine Stiles giving Deucalion a run for his money and being a total badass; the Daredevil of Beacon Hills.

But also Stiles being able to see for the first time but suddenly can’t speak becasue he is looking at the most gorgeous man he’s sure that if he opens his mouth he’s going to let out an sound that is completely inhuman or just drool non-stop. 

Originally posted by thealpha

anonymous asked:

Could I have an imagine where the reader is Lydia's younger sister by two years and dating Isaac but Liam doesn't know and flirts with her and the reader, Scott, Stiles and Malia have to hold Isaac back because of angry he is. Could you give it a cute ending though please?x

Pairings: Isaac x Female reader, Stiles x Malia

Musical Inspiration: “Jealous” – Nick Jonas

“Hey, (Y/n)” Liam falls into step with you as you walk to your locker after the Geometry class that you share.

“Hey, Liam,” you smile at him.

“So, I heard that your sister’s throwing a party after the lacrosse game on Friday,” he says.

“Yeah, she’s trying to give the team incentive to win. She told Stiles that she’s going to cancel everything if you guys lose.” You laugh. Lydia will totally do it too.

“That seems kind of harsh.” Liam laughs nervously.

“You know Lydia,” you say with a shrug. “She can be pretty brutal when she wants to be.”

You smile when you see Isaac waiting for you at your locker.

“Haha. Yeah, I guess,” Liam runs a hand through his hair. “So, look. If the party is still on after the game, do you- would you want to be my date?”

You stop walking abruptly, eyes wide as Isaac moves faster than you’ve ever seen him go when he’s still got to hide his wolfy powers, stalking towards Liam until he’s nearly in the other boy’s face.

What did you just ask her?” Isaac grounds out just as Scott, Stiles and Malia appear out of nowhere and grab onto his arms.

Liam shrinks back, sensing the danger he’s in. “Um, sorry. Did I do something wrong?”

“Yeah,” Isaac answers. “I’d consider asking my girlfriend out ‘doing something wrong’.”

“Oh.” Liam eyes you as you shrug apologetically and take Isaac’s hand in yours.

“For the past five months,” you add.

“I- Sorry. I didn’t know,” he winces.

“Well, now you do,” Isaac states, still straining against the hands holding him back as well as his desire to kick the living shit out of the smaller boy.

“Yeah, I’ll- uh. I’m gonna go.” Liam rushes off.

You watch him go feeling a little sorry for him. Other than walking together to some of your classes and a little light hand holding, it’s entirely possible that he didn’t know you and Isaac were dating.

“Well,” Stiles says, drawing everyone’s attention away from the boy scurrying down the hall. “That was… almost disastrous.”

“Shut up,” Isaac glowers. “I wasn’t gonna wolf out.”

“You don’t have to be a wolf to kill someone for encroaching on your territory,” Malia muses, continuing quietly to herself, “Humans are so fragile.”

It takes her a minute to realize everyone is staring at her.

“What?” She asks, like she doesn’t realize she’s said something potentially very disturbing.

“Sweetie, we don’t refer to our significant others as ‘territory’ around here,” Stiles chooses to address the less scary part of her statement.

“But, you’re mine,” Malia argues. “That makes you my territory.”

“Scott?” Stiles implores his friend. “Wanna jump in here?”

“Nope. I am not getting involved,” Scott refuses, abandoning all of you to go do some damage control with Liam.

Stiles sighs. “Uh… Okay. Think of it this way: I don’t belong to you, I belong with you.”

“Huh,” Malia grunts, considering what Stiles has said as he pulls her off to their next class.

You turn to Isaac with a grin on your face. “Relationship goals,” you joke.

Isaac frowns. “Don’t joke, (Y/n).”

The smile melts off your face. “Are you mad at me? I swear, I don’t know what I did to make Liam think I was available.”

“No, I know,” Isaac says, pulling you closer by the hand you’re holding. “I just, I hate thinking of you with anyone that isn’t me and I can’t shake the thought of you going to that party with Liam.”

“Well, I’ll just have to help you with that, won’t I?” You smile, leaning in to kiss Isaac’s pouty lips. “Maybe we should be one of those couples that’s heavily into PDA. That way you won’t have to worry in the future about anyone not knowing that I belong with you.”

Isaac’s lips quirk up at the corners. “I could be into that.” He walks you backwards until you end up pressed against your locker, boxed in by Isaac. He kisses you again, not bothering to be chaste this time.

“Though it’s kinda sexy when you get all possessive,” you tease when you break apart.

Isaac narrows his eyes. “How possessive is too possessive?”

“Let’s just say that when you hit Malia levels, you’ve gone too far.”

Your phone rings a second later and Malia’s name shows up on the screen.

“Hello?” You answer with a grin.

“I heard that.”

anonymous asked:

I honestly look at him saying he in general doesn't ship anything because he doesn't want any outside influences on his work. I think disrespect was the wrong word with his and Stiles characters, but I believe he meant that they haven't been explicitly told to portray their characters in a romantic way so he doesn't want to do so intentionally less he take away from what he's told Derek should be. I don't even think he struck down canon Sterek really, he just said he doesn't ship at all

that’s actually beautifully worded, anon, thank you, and that’s what i essentially wanted to say in my answer to the last anon.