stiles is my queen

She’s so beautiful, and the fact that she’s still shy around Stiles makes this look even more precious. They’re so in love. Lydia finally has that “can’t breathe until your with him” boyfriend, and I’m so happy for her. She deserves so much, and she deserves a love like Stiles gives her. Stiles deserves Lydia as well. They’re so perfect for each other, and im so happy we got to see their story play out to this moment. This look from Lydia is perfect, and Holland is so unbelievably gorgeous.

LYDIA USING HER POWERS FOR STILES ONLY

FUCKING RIGHT. IT’S A LYDIA UPGRADED. YES, TEEN WOLF. YES. FINALLY SHE GETS TO SAVE STILES LIKE THE BADASS SHE IS. THIS IS WHAT I NEED. QUEEN LYDIA FOR THE WIN. SAVE STILES WITH YOUR BAD SELF.

anonymous asked:

The lost fic is "Five Time The Pack Made Assumptions About Stiles (+ one time they were right)"- "5+1 fic, two of the five things are that the pack doesn’t think that Stiles can dance, and that the pack doesn’t think that stiles has friends outside of the pack. The +1 is that the pack goes to the jungle, and Stiles is dancing with his friends the drag queens."

til-i-change-my-luck thinks it might be this one!

Five Time The Pack Made Assumptions About Stiles (+ one time they were right) by graveltotempo 

(3,530 I Not Rated I Complete)

There are 5 things the Pack is sure of:
1. Stiles Stilinski is a virgin
2. Stiles Stilinski can’t defend himself
3. Stiles Stilinski doesn’t have friends outside the pack
4. Stiles Stilinski can’t dance
5. Stiles Stilinski has terrible fashion sense
Apparently, they were all wrong

Every fucking time that I’m making a gifset and I see this scene again, the only thing I can think is Derek and Stiles bickering about who has the bigger penis.

Like Derek being all cocky about packing nine inches and Stiles like “ I don’t believe you dude, let’s wip it out and see who is bigger" 

My headcanon? Derek is thicker Stiles is longer. Both of them are very surprised and happy about it, Derek even more because he is a size queen.

Sadly Peter and Scott aren’t.

flawless

Sterek one-shot, word count: 4k. 

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Derek’s relationship with Stiles is about 40% eyebrow conversations, 40% innuendo, 5% puns (on Stiles’ end), and 15% fighting over the radio in the Camaro.

Except when Lydia Martin comes on. Then it’s 0% fighting over the radio, and 0% complaining, and 0% passive-aggressive commentary, or else Stiles will dump his ass, no exceptions.

“Not even when it’s your birthday in a week and your boyfriend is about to spend hours upon hours of his life baking you an unnecessarily complicated Millennium Falcon cake?” Derek asks.

“Not even,” Stiles agrees cheerfully. He cranks the volume a little higher as he says it, just to be a little shit, and adds, with entirely too much fondness given that this is a woman who regularly threatens to crush men’s skulls under her stilettos, “She’s my strawberry-blonde goddess, you know this.”

“Yeah,” Derek mutters, “I know.”

“And you can quit it with the judgey eyebrows, because I know you listen to Celine Dion in the shower.”

Derek shuts up.

It takes a whole four minutes for the song to end. It’s one of her quieter songs, one that doesn’t get a lot of air time. It’s not that bad, he supposes. A little twangier than he likes, a little more saccharine, but–pleasant. Like a lullaby. What makes it annoying is Stiles sitting over there crooning at the stereo and making heart eyes. No song–or singer–is that good.

Stiles sighs contentedly into the last notes and wriggles his butt against the seat. “I know you and I are, like, werewolf-married, but dude, if I ever met Lydia Martin in person … All bets are off, is all I’m saying.“

It’s not like Stiles really means it (does he?), but it still makes Derek’s hands clench into claws on the steering wheel.

"Yeah, if,” he says, and keeps his eyes on the road.

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