stiles you need to go home

What he likes on you//Teen Wolf

Theo- Hickies 

Theo loves marking that your his. He purposefully places them where you cant cover them up. Always smirking when he sees you walk the halls, proud of his work.

Issac-His scarf

The first time it happened was because he left it at your house accidentally so you wore it to school the next day. Issac thought it looked so cute on you and it made you smell like him another plus.

Stiles-His flannels

You needed a flannel to go with your outfit and you didn’t have the right colors so you went to the Stilinski home and into his closet. It didn’t take long for you to find one. Slipping it on you walk over to his desk where he is seating watching the whole thing. Giving him a quick kiss you say “thanks” then walk out leaving him there slightly confused as to what had just happened. Ever since then you kept the flannel and he loves to see you wearing it.

Scott- Yoga Pants

He likes the view from behind. 

Derek- Tattoos

You already had a few and they were his favorite thing to look at on your body. They reminded him that your not as innocent as he first thought.

Liam-His hoodie

You had spilled water on your shirt and didn’t have a backup. You remembered Liam  kept a hoodie in his locker. Luckily you knew his combination because he tends to forget it. Putting his hoodie on you were immediately comfy. Before making your way back to class you texted him. ‘Stole your hoodie, you might not get it back xx’

Brett- His jersey

You two might of been the schools power couple but that didn’t stop other guys from trying to hit on you. When Brett wasn’t around the other solution was to wear his jersey. TALBOT. Printed on the back as if saying you were his and only his.

Masterlist

Jealous (Liam Dunbar)

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vine

I got a call from Scott, my older brother, to come home from my friends house right away because we had a major problem at home. That was all I needed to hear to get my ass back to the house. When I got there I sprinted directly to Scott’s room.

“Scott! I’m here! What happened? Please tell me you’re okay!” I shouted as I ran up the stairs. 

“Yea I’m fine.” he pulled me into a hug. 

“Okay you got me worried. What’s so urgent?” I looked at Scott and Stiles who was pacing behind him.

“Go look in the bathroom.” Scott told me.

“Do I want too?” I asked skeptically.

“Just go Y/N.” Stiles told me and Scott joined him in pacing the room as I went to the bathroom. I heard a ruffling noise in the tub so I slowly pulled back the shower curtain to reveal Liam Dunbar, the new kid in school.

“Oh my god Scott! What did you do!” I screamed at him.

“I bit him.” he said from the other room.

“Oh shit Scotty.” I sighed.

“Okay um Liam don’t freak out. I’m here to help you. So uh don’t scream when I pull the duct tape off okay?” he nodded. “Okay.” I reached down and slowly pulled off the duct tape so he it didn’t hurt him as much.  

“Thanks.” he said to me.

“No problem.” I gave him a small smile.

“Can you just untie me, so I can go home?”

“Liam I really want to, but um what Scott did to you, he needs to explain.”

“He’s a freaking lunatic.”

“Hey! That’s my brother, only I get to insult him!” I slapped him.

“Love you too sis!” Scott called from the other room.

“Yeah yeah.” I mumbled.

After we got Liam out of the tub and onto the chair I let the boys talk to him as I stood quietly in the back of the room. Though Liam’s eyes always looked for reassurance in mine. Finally he started to cry.

“Oh my god is he crying?” Stiles asked.

“Just untie him.” I said as I walked over to him.

The boys started to untie him and I crouched down so I was his height and caressed his cheek.

“Liam it’s all going to be okay, I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you.” I told him softly. He smiled at me.

Once he was untied he did something I did not expect. He threw a chair at Scott and then punched Stiles! After that he grabbed my hand and ran with me out of the room. We ran to the stairs and I stopped him.

“Liam you shouldn’t have done that.” I told him.

“They kidnapped me!”

“I know and I’m sorry- you know what they’re probably coming any minute. Go.” I said motioning my head towards the door. 

“I’ll find you tomorrow.” he told me still holding my hand.

“I’d like that.” I smiled.

“Me too.” 

“You’d better go.” he nodded and ran down the stairs just as the boys came tumbling after him and landed in a jumbled mess as Liam got away.

I giggled.

1 year later

Liam found me that next day at school and we had been inseparable ever since. Scott didn’t agree with the relationship at first seeing how he could hurt me but eventually warmed up to his beta. It took Stiles A LOT longer to warm up to him but he eventually got there.

Liam and I have been dating forr about a year and I loved that boy. He treated me like a queen. He did whatever he could to make me happy, he had a constant need to protect me, he was cuddly, he was cute, and he was all around perfect. And I was his anchor which made me feel really special. 

Currently, Stiles, Liam, and I were out on a mission to stalk the new kid in town Theo Raeken. We were out there for hours following him around until he suddenly disappeared. He then somehow got right in front of us. Liam instantly stood protectively in front of me. 

“Why do I get the feeling this kid is a lot tougher than he looks?” Theo asked pointing to Liam.

“Only when he’s around her, which is basically all the time.” Stiles replied.

“Ah Y/N McCall. You know you are so much cuter now than you were when you were in second grade. You’ve grown up in all the right places.” Theo said looking at me up and down.

But Liam was having none of that. He started growling and went to lurch forward but I grabbed his hand and pulled him back. I then wrapped my arms around his waist and he relaxed and put his arm around my shoulder. It was amazing the effect I had on this boy. 

“I see, the overprotective boyfriend.” Theo mentioned.

“You could say that.” Stiles mumbled.

The boys continued to talk as I rubbed circles on Liam’s back as I zoned out. Eventually Theo left and we walked back to Stiles’ jeep. When we got there Stiles and Scott talked and Liam pulled me over to the other side and kissed me roughly.

“What was that for.” I smiled after we pulled back.

“You’re mine.” he growled.

“Oh I see, someone’s jealous.” I teased.

“No I’m not. Just the way he was looking at you made me want to tear him apart.”

“Uh Li, I’m pretty sure that’s the definition of jealousy.” I giggled.

“Whatever, I just love you. A lot.” he sighed playing with my hair.

“I love you too loser. You have no reason to be jealous.”

“I was not jealous.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night babe.” I laughed.

Imagine being pregnant with Theo’s child

Originally posted by sessizbirtavir

“Pregnant? What do you mean you’re pregnant?” Stiles asked as he got up and started pacing back and forth across your room.

“I mean I’m pregnant, Stiles, as in, in nine months I’m going to give birth to a baby, do you need me to pull up the Websters dictionary and give you the exact definition?” You shot back rolling your eyes.

“Who?” Stiles asked pausing at your desk.

“I’ll tell you that after you help me break the news to dad.” You said.

“That bad?” Stiles asked. “Fine I’ll help you tell dad, we’ll tell him as soon as he gets home.” He told you coming to sit by you on the bed.

You rested your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you.

“It’s Theo isn’t it?” He asked with a deep sigh.

“Yeah.” You said in a whisper.

“Alright, we’ll figure this out, don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” Stiles told you.

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anonymous asked:

I have a prompt if that's ok?? So basically sterek sports players (not that fussy on the sport to be honest) and they win the game or whatever and it's a big deal and everyone's running around and hugging each other etc and sterek are so excited that they run to each other and end up kissing in front of the entire stadium of people and everyone watching at home

When Stiles plays basketball, there’s a constant stream of the classic Get Your Head In The Game song going on repeat in his head, because that’s what he does; he puts his head in the game, doesn’t pay attention to anything but the ball and his teammates.

So when the ball sinks into the net just as the timer hits zero and the game ends, he jumps in surprise at the sudden uproar of a cheer from the audience to his right.

They won, he realizes as the whistle blows. They won and he shot the winning shot.

“Oh my God,” he lets out in a breathless laugh, the last word shaking slightly as his teammates run into him, grab his shoulders, and shake him while they cheer along with the audience members. A wide grin spreads across Stiles’ face, and he lets out a surprised chuckle, as he lets himself be jostled by the others.

He takes a moment just to soak it all in, but his eyes soon flicker around him in search for Derek – that one special teammate that has been his best friend since they both got recruited for the team. The one teammate who has been with him through it all.

He spots him coming running toward him, a wide grin on his lips matching Stiles’ and his entire face screaming with joy and pride, and Stiles loves him.

Everyone around them are cheering and jumping up and down and hugging each other, the audience hasn’t calmed down yet either, and Stiles grabs Derek’s face as soon as they crash into each other and hauls him in, pressing their lips together in a celebratory kiss.

The second Stiles’ lips touch Derek, the stadium goes quiet and time slows down.

Not actually, despite all eyes and camera zooming in on them to capture their moment of celebration, but Stiles sort of forgets that there are anyone but him and Derek in the universe in that moment. And he forgets about everything, even his own name, when Derek wraps his arms around him and kisses him back.

The kiss only lasts a few seconds, but they’re a few meaningful seconds and when they pull apart, they stare at each other with wide eyes, both surprised.

And then the sound of the cheering audience washes over Stiles again, bringing him out of the daze, and he smiles at Derek who smiles back timidly, while their teammates come over to celebrate in hugs and loud cheers.

Stiles takes Derek’s hand and squeezes, a silent promise that they’ll talk about it later – or just kiss again. Or maybe both.

… Probably both.

Songbird in the Mud

(Unfinished Sterek Fic 1)

Stiles grew up between civilization and wild abandon. According to his dad, that’s exactly why he bought the house on Sandy Brook road, with it’s front facing the winding streets that lead into the more populated areas of town, and it’s back facing an endless stretch of woods. It was something his mother had been adamant about when they first discovered that little ol’ him was going to be joining them in six months, and decided they’d need something larger than his father’s one bedroom apartment.

It was a good choice, for a lot of reasons. His mom loved it, so obviously all the kudos to his dad for that, but it also gave them the perfect space to raise a weirdo kid like himself. Someone a little civilized, and a little wild.

“I’m heading out, Stiles! I expect to find you here when I get home,” his dad calls out from the front hall.

“You say that like I have places to be!”

“You say that like you don’t find a place to be ninety seconds after I leave.” Stiles snorts. “Just… stay home tonight, please.”

Stiles can hear the shift in tone before the ‘please’ even hits the air. Something’s wrong, and his dad’s not even trying to pretend that everything’s peachy-keen in Beacon Hills, which means something’s really wrong.

Abandoning his Wiki-cyclone of unnecessary research, Stiles launches himself out of his chair and stops at the top of the stairs. His dad is already at the bottom, expression grim.

“What happened?” He asks, nervous.

For a second, he’s sure he won’t get an answer, but the sherif steps aside, and his dad takes over. “A dead body, out in the woods.”

Stiles winces sharply, everything in him screaming at the wrongness of that. Jesus, no wonder his dad actually told him this time, the preserve is like a second home to him—third if you count Scott’s house. But sometimes even the warm, mom-vibes he likes to soak up from Melissa when he visited weren’t enough for him. Sometimes, life demanded solitude, and the forest offered it freely.

“W-where is it?” He chokes out, clutching the banister hard enough for it to creak in protest. His dad looks like he’s ready to launch himself upstairs and wrap Stiles up in a hug, but he knows better. Stiles is prickly, now. Broken. Hugs aren’t always welcome anymore.

“I guess it’s near the back quarter?” He dad replies, sounding unsure. “Parrish said it’s kinda wet and swampy over there.”

“Oh, the marshes.”

“The–aren’t those brackish water? It’s a swamp, right?”

Stiles lets out a soft huff of amusement, “no, no. If it’s waterlogged pretty much all the time—which it is, thanks to the 'SANDY BROOK’ that runs through that area—it counts as a marsh. It floods a lot in the spring, too, so, yeah.” He shrugs. “Or a swamp. We can call it a swamp.”

“You’re seriously never going to let go of the damn name?” He dad asks, like he has to ask.

“No.”

“Okay then.”

Stiles starts to fidget twenty seconds later. “Soo… dead body?”

His dad nods. “Yep.”

“Any details?”

“Nope.”

“Wha—?!” Stiles gasps, slipping down a step in the most dramatic flailing of limbs he can manage. “You can’t just tell me there’s a dead body by the marsh—swamp and not give me details.”

“I can and I will, because I don’t want your nose sticking into this case.” Stiles opens his mouth to protest, and gets a finger pointed at him. “No. Not this time, son. Not with this one.”

His dad should really know by now that saying something like that will only pique his curiosity more. Like, why not this one, so specifically? And why was his dad willing to tell him about the body to begin with? Sure, Stiles has sort of adopted the preserve as his huge, leafy child, but he hardly ever goes near the swampy areas, anyway. So, there’s really, like, a 23% chance he would have stumbled on the crime scene to begin with. So, why tell him at all?

“I’ve got to go,” his dad begins, something sharp gathering around his eyes like it always does when something really bad happens. Stiles calls it his Barbed Wire. “I’ll be home in the morning, alright?”

“Okay, be careful.”

“Be safe,” his dad calls at the door.

“Always!” Stiles yells back, slumping down into the step with a sigh as the door clicks shut.

He counts to ninety-one and calls Scott.

“Dude, you’re not going to believe this…”

_______________


In retrospect, Stiles understands that while he knew about things like cause and effect, action and consequence, and just general bad-decision making, there are some things one simply can’t control. He also understands that if he and Scott hadn’t gone into the woods to look for a dead body, if they been separated and rejoined, and each gotten hurt in magnificently different ways, neither of them would have ever even known about the other half of the world they live in. The slightly more active half, the half that has claws and fangs, and sometimes it bites you, sometimes it leaves you with nine, long scars down your back.
Either way, your marked for life once you delve into the world of the supernatural, and that’s that.

But, in retrospect, he totally gets how that phone call was a pivoting-point in their lives that shouldn’t be overlooked.

For one thing, it saved lives. Scott could very well have suffered a fatal asthma attack at one point if he hadn’t been bitten by Peter, and Erica admitted to him once that she’d been thinking about, you know, ending things. If she didn’t die from complications due to epilepsy first. Not to mention the countless random lives they probably save every day by stopping one jerk-off crazy baddie or another. Probably, like, twelve a day.

Oh, but the other thing it did was introduce them to the jerkiest, grumpiest, fuckeriest asshate werewolf Stiles has yet to meet, and he knows, like, twenty werewolves now. One man reigns supreme.

“I don’t need you on patrol,” Derek grits out, his voice dripping an octave as the Alpha Boss Man starts to rear it’s head again.

“I’ll remind you again—”

“Don’t.”

“—who,” Stiles continues, “Is the one who started these patrols, and mapped the exact routes needed for maximum coverage?”

Derek glares at him in silence, because he knows Stiles is right.

“Who is it who went out there and stashed over a dozen emergency bags around the parameter?”

“Half of which got stolen,” Supreme Alpha Jerk reminds.

“Whooooo also set up the alert system on our phones, and bought the communal phone for emergencies?” Stiles pauses for effect, but it’s not the effect he wants. Derek’s still glaring, pointedly now. “Yes, okay! I used your money to fund these things, that’s kind of not the point.”

“You had a point?”

Good god, this man was raised by sarcasm.

Running a hand through his hair in frustration, Stiles takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. He isn’t going to murder Derek Hale today. He isn’t going to skin Derek Hale alive today. He isn’t thinking dark thoughts. The Nogitsune is dead, it’s okay, that’s your own brain being creative as usual.

Stiles scowls at himself, and at Derek. “My point is that I’m the one coming up with these ideas—ideas that work, mind you—so I’d appreciate it if you’d stop trying to block me out.”

At some point during his meditation breathing, something shifted in Derek, just enough for the petulant grumpiness to lurch over into disgruntled agreement.

Hah! Let no one tell you that Stiles Stilinski ain’t no wolf-whisperer! Or something.

“Fine, but you’re staying with someone at all times,” Derek snaps, while his arms do this complicate unfolding thing that releases the pecks from his angry-crosses arms death grip. Stiles can’t help but glance down to make sure they’re okay after such harsh treatment. “Stiles…”

He snaps his head up. “Yep?”

“Did you hear me?”

“Yes sir!” He barks out, jumping into what he thinks is the classic formation pose, and saluting. “Stick to someone bigger and stronger than myself at all times! Do not engage with enemy without my pal! Honor the buddy system! Cross the road holding hands! Me and my chum—”

“Enough. Get out.” Derek shoes him away with a hand. “Go patrol, and don’t come back here when you’re done.”

There’s a flicker of hurt, somewhere low in his chest, that catches Stiles off guard. It’s not like Derek hasn’t said something like that before, or, for reference, been much nicer than that. Ever. But that easy dismissal, the fact that he’s already half way up the winding staircase before Stiles has even moved, is jarring. He wants Derek to care, at least a little, that he’s listening to him. Mocking or not, Stiles is doing what the alpha said, that should at least make Derek happy on an instinctual level.

Unless he… unless he isn’t pack?

Which, no, that’s silly. Scott is pack, the whole Brothers thing with Derek and Boyd, but not Issac because who knows what’s going on there. It sure as hell isn’t brotherly, that’s for sure. And so, yeah, maybe Stiles doesn’t exactly feel brotherly whatever towards Issac or Erica or Kira or fucking Peter, he still feels like he’s a part of something. The Something he’s supposed to be a part of.

But, maybe there’s more to it? Some kind of official ceremony they forgot to perform? A blood pact, like he and Scott did back in sixth grade when blood pacts were the cool thing to do with your friend in the back yard. Maybe all he has to do is say, 'I accept!’ And thunder will crash, wind will blow, and ta-daaa! Instant Pack, better than ramen, with half the salt.

Wait. Wait wait. Okay. He’s overthinking this. If he isn’t pack, someone would say. Someone like Derek, because when has Derek missed a chance to step on his moment? Never, that’s when.

Flexing his fingers, Stiles finally lets go of his clenched fists, and gives the loft a quick glance over to make sure one saw, heard, or felt his small freakout.

TRUST IN THIS (EVEN IF YOU’RE SCARED STIFF)

Author: otter

Summary: Stiles’ kid has a tendency to get into fights and possibly has bad taste in friends. Or enemies. Stiles isn’t sure yet, but he’s pretty sure the other kid’s dad is too hot to be human.

Info: 10k | Teen | AU, Kid!fic, FLUFF

Notes: Oh. My. Gawd. There are no sweets sweeter than this. And no sweet is as funny as this. –M

Sneak Peek:

“I said your nose doesn’t seem to be broken, I didn’t say you weren’t going to have some pretty incredible shiners. Anybody with eyes is going to be able to tell you’ve been in a fight.”

“Awesome,” Stiles says, heaving a put-upon sigh because he is so put-upon. His fucking kid, seriously. “It’s going to be the great shunning all over again. You’re staying home until your face looks normal again; I don’t need anybody judging me like I’m an abusive dad. Again. If you need to leave the house, you’re going to have to put a bag over your face.”

“You’re the worst,” Emmy tells him, putting on a sullen face to match the dour little shit sitting next to her. “You never take my side.”

“I always take your side, when your side isn’t stupid,” Stiles points out, reasonably.

The nurse smirks, and it looks unfairly good on his face. He’s also standing there watching like their family drama is entertaining to him personally.

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Stiles x Mate!Reader

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Warnings: fluff, smut, sex, first time, mates


“But why can’t I go?” You chirped as you hurried to keep up with Scott and Stiles.

“Because you’re not used to being a werewolf yet.” Scott explained.

 

“But I want to stay with Stiles.” You complained.


“(Y/N) it’s not safe you’ll be out of control and we can’t risk you getting hurt.” Scott sighed.

 

“So I will stay at home and look after Stiles.” You nodded and smiled at Stiles while linking your arm with his.

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Don’t You Dare!

Originally posted by knightofthefandom

Requested: YES

Requested by anonymous: I’m not sure if you are taking requests or not but if you are could you do one where y/n teases stiles during class and then he ends up teases her when they get home from school smut plz ;)

GIF IS NOT MINE

WORDS: 950

WARNING: smut, masturbation and a bit of swearing.

A/N: I really hope you like it

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It was times like this that made you wish you had better friends. Or at least some that didn’t have these weird competitions that put you in the middle. “Why do I have to kiss the two of you? Go find Lydia, or Allison, just leave me out of it.” You said with a groan. 

“Come on (y/n), you’re the only one here. We need someone to judge.” Stiles pleaded as he grabbed a hold of your arm. “No.” You said as you yanked your arm out of his grip. “Come on, you know you wanna kiss us.” Stuart said appearing on your other side. “Leave me alone.” You whined, you weren’t in the mood to deal with them today, but you didn’t want to go home either. You got up off the couch and tried to walk up the stairs but the boys stood shoulder to shoulder blocking your exit. 

“Not until you kiss us.” Stiles said. “I don’t wanna.” You said putting your head in your hands. “Why can’t the two of you just kiss one another?” You asked. “Because he’d say I suck and I’d say he sucks.” Stuart explained. You looked up at your friend in disbelief. “And the fact that the two of you are siblings has nothing to do with it?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. The two glanced at one another–the realization that it was incest hitting them. “Well see now you have to kiss us.” Stiles said. “Fine!” You shouted just wanting to get them to shut up. You grabbed Stiles by the front of his shirt and pulled him close to you. 

Stiles was stunned for a moment but quickly caught on to what you were doing. His hands moved to your neck and he pulled you closer to him. His lips were surprisingly soft but he was a very submissive kisser, you were the one in control. You moved your hands and cupped his face almost mimicking what he was doing to you. “Wow.” He whispered as you broke apart, you let out a small chuckle. 

Then suddenly before you could even respond Stuart had you pressed up against the wall, his lips captured yours. Apparently looks and sarcasm were the only thing the boys had in common. Stuart’s lips were rough and he was the dominate kisser–clearly. His hands moved down to your waist and you found yourself way more into the kiss than you’d anticipated. 

Your hands roamed up his chest and locked on to the back of his neck eagerly trying to get him closer to you. He responded by lifting you up and on to the hall table.  His hands kept roaming–going further and further south–he left them rest at your butt and pulled you closer to him. 

The front door opened and shut and you quickly pushed Stuart away from you. “Sheriff–Pops, Stilinski, Sir.” You said nervously as you wiped your lips. “Hey dad.” Stuart said from where he’d landed on the couch. 

The sheriff looked between the three of you. “I don’t even wanna know.” He said before he walked past the three of you and continued to his room. You didn’t have to look in a mirror to know you were blushing feverishly. 

“So, who’s the better kisser?” Stuart asked with a smirk, you smacked him upside the head. “I’m not even going to answer that. I have places to be, and I don’t have time for this.” You said before you walked out the front door. Apparently it was too late because you’d realized that your keys and bag were still in the house. ‘I don;t need them.” You told yourself. ‘I can walk home.’ Whatever happened next, you were not going back in that house–at least not today.

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Twins

Tove Lo- Paradise

A fateful encounter with a boy named Isaac Lahey…


“Y/N!” my brother shouted. “Let’s go! Coach is gonna kill me if I’m late again!”

“Not if I kill you first…” I groaned while jogging down the stairs.

Rushing to the jeep, we drove to school an arrived in a matter of minutes.

“It’s a Saturday Stiles,” I huffed. “Why is he making you practice on a weekend? And why did you drag me along?”

“You wanna stop asking questions or are we going to play Sherlock vs. Watson?” he snarked. “Coach said we need to get ourselves together for varsity and you’re driving us home after.”

Pouting in annoyance, I sat down on the bleachers and watched the guys warm up.

“Alright, losers! Get your asses off the bleachers and onto the goddamn field! Devenford isn’t going to beat themselves!” Coach yelled. “Except you Greenberg! The hell are you doing here?!”

Rolling my eyes in routine, I pondered into the tragically romantic work that was Shakespeare.

About 10 minutes into my book, something hard hit my temple, making me groan in pain.

“Shit,” I heard someone mutter. Turning my head, I saw a boy, about my age, jog towards me.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I- um- yeah. I’m- fine,” I muttered, suddenly at a loss for words. His curly, medium-brown hair with mesmerizing blue eyes caught me off guard in an instant. I felt my heart rise up into my throat, beating a rate that would make a hummingbird jealous. I saw his eyes light up as well, gazing into-

“Hey!” Stiles snapped. “You good?”

“I’m fine. Just -that kinda hurt…” I chuckled lightly.

“I’m so sorry,” the boy apologized.

“Really Isaac?” Stiles fumed.

“I’ll stay with her,” he assured. Walking off, Stiles left me alone with a boy. Who was cute. And hopefully single. Sitting next to me, we started rambling.

“I’m Isaac,” he grinned, showing me his perfectly straight and white smile.

“Y/N. I’m Stiles’ sister. Twins, to be exact.”

“Sorry about your head. I got a little distracted,” he shed.

“By what, may I ask?” I queued, getting curiouser and curiouser.

“Some cute girl just caught my attention I guess,” he smirked.

“Does this ‘some girl’ have a name? A description maybe?” I peered, feeling a slight pang of odd jealousy hit the back of my throat.

“Long hair, striking eyes, nice smile, average height, twins with a certain-” he paused. “-someone.”

As the edges of my lips perked up in a grin, he leaned in towards my lips, feeling our synchronized heartbeats almost pounding out of our chests.

“Isaac!” Stiles roared. “What the hell are you doing?!”

Pecking me on the cheek, Isaac slipped his helmet back on and ran back onto the field.

I guess having a twin did have its perks…


Beta Trainer (Isaac Lahey)

UR GIRL HERE BACK AT IT AGAIN WKTH AN ISAAC IMAGINE. PLZ ENJOY I KNOW ITS BEEN AWHILE. I LOVE YOU ALL :) Word Count: 1,369 Trigger warnings: fights yo. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ New meat they say. Well as in they you mean Derek. You were walking in the woods last night (probably the dumbest thing you could do in Beacon Hills right now) and you got attacked by something. That something turned out to be Derek. You cussed the sourwolf out as soon as Scott told you it was him. He explained to you that he needed another beta, even though you explicitly told home the other day that you did not want to become a werewolf. You enjoyed being part of the pack as a human - like Stiles. But of course, Derek had other intentions. “Okay (y/n), since you need to be trained before you can actually fight and stuff, I’m going to have Isaac train you.” Derek explained. You smirked. Isaac Lahey huh? You and Isaac are pretty good friends. So this whole training thing might not be as bad as what you thought. You walk towards the training room to find Isaac already there punching a punching bag. “So Isaac, are you ready to do this?” He flashed you a smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be. I can’t wait to kick your ass (y/n).” This caused you to laugh. Isaac first had you run laps for a little bit. Not only did you have to know how to fight, but you also had to know how to run away fast if the situation got out of hand. Next he taught you a few basic moves. Once you got those down he showed you some attacks. “So… Like this!” You said as you pounced at him. But he dodged it causing you to fall to the ground and groan. “Ehh not exactly short stack.” He chuckled. You shot back up and punched His shoulder. “Don’t call me short stack! You’re like 8 feet tall everyone is short to you.” You huffed. Isaac chuckled once more. “I think today’s training is done. Let’s meet again tomorrow? Same time?” You sigh. “Yeah alright. No go shower Lahey, you smell like sweaty socks on a hot day.” You smiled as you walked away. Isaac stood there with his mouth agap in a shocked position. He shook his head and smiled. “Guess I should go hit the showers.” The first 2 weeks of training was a success. As well as your budding friendship with Isaac. “Damn Isaac, back at it again with Being late for training.” You giggled. He shot you a ‘ha ha’ look. “Okay today is the day I think you are ready for a real fight.” Your smiled quickly faded. “W-what?” You stuttered out. “I think you should come and fight with us today.” He smiled - but it was almost like it was a forced smile. You walk up to him and touch his shoulder. You could sense that something was wrong. “Isaac, did Derek tell you to have me fight today?” You asked with a whisper. You looked him in the eyes and he looked away. “No he didn’t I made the decision.” “Isaac no you didn’t, I know you didn’t. You told me that it would at least me a month or 2. What did Derek tell you.” You demanded. Isaac sighed. “Derek said that you needed to start real training sooner rather than later. So he was going to let you come to the fight with us today. I-I told him no but I guess he didn’t listen.” Isaacs eyes trailed to the ground trying not to look at you. “Isaac, it’s going to be okay. You’ve been training me so hard for the last two weeks.” You whispered to him trying to make him look at you. You grabbed his forearms and shook them a little bit. “Isaac. Look at me.” You whispered. His looked up a bit to face you. “I’ll be okay. You’ve trained me SO well. I’ve improved a lot from being that girl who uses a crowbar. It will be alright.” You hug him and he hugs you back. “Okay, I believe you. I trust you (y/n), now let’s go kick some ass.” He smiled a bit. “God dammit! Where are there so many of them!” You groaned as you fought the alpha pack. “I dont know (y/n), but keep on fighting!” Isaac grunted as he kicked an alpha in the chest. You take a deep breath and continue to punch and kick the alpha in front of you. A few blows later, he finally launched towards you and tackles you to the ground. He then proceeded to claw at you until finally someone pulled him off of you. “(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Can you hear me! It’s me Isaac.” You faintly heard. You spot Isaac in a blurry haze before everything went black. When you woke up everything was white. The ceiling was white the walls were white the curtains where white the counters were white. You looked around until you finally found something that wasn’t completely white. As your eyes adjusted to the brightness you could make out that it was a sleeping Isaac clad in a red shirt and grey sweats. “Isaac?” You croaked out. The dirty blonde’s head shit up towards you. “(Y/n?) oh my gosh you’re awake! Let me go get a nurse.” He exclaimed as he got up. “And a water!” You croaked out again. A few moments later Isaac returned with a cup of water and a nurse. She went through and checked all of your vitals. “She looks good to me. Besides her wounds of course. I’d say she’ll be out of here in no time. You’ll just have to have the doctors check up on you. I’m sorry that you got attacked honey, luckily your boyfriend was there to get you.” She smiled. You and Isaac both blushed. “Oh um, he’s not my boyfriend.” You said quietly. The nurse winked. “Got it. The doctor will be in shortly.” She walked out of the room and the door shit behind her causing the room to fill with awkward silence and tension. “Thanks for saving my ass out there Isaac.” You giggled. Isaac turned towards you with a serious look. “It’s not funny (y/n) you got hurt - bad. And it’s my fault.” He sighed and looked down. You frowned. “Isaac it’s not your fault. It’s my fault. I just wasn’t as strong as what I thought I was.” “Which is why it’s my fault. I knew you weren’t strong enough yet I still let you go. I should have fought for you to not come with Derek before.” You reached out and grabbed Isaac’s hand. “Isaac listen to me, I’m serious. It wasn’t your fault okay? You thought I wasn’t strong enough and I didn’t listen to you. Please don’t blame yourself. I hate seeing you all sad like this.” You spoke as you rubbed circles on his thumb with yours. He looked up at you. “Y-you hate seeing me sad? Why?” He asked with wide eyes. You stiffened. Why did you? I mean sure you’ve been really close to him for the past few weeks. But what made you feel this way? Before you could even think about it the words flew out of your mouth. “Because I like you Isaac.” You whispered. Isaac froze causing you to freeze - once again. Seconds later Isaac lunged for you and his lips met yours. He placed his hands on the sides of your face and you kissed him back. His soft lips against your cracked and chapped ones felt amazing. “Okay Miss - oh sorry didn’t mean to interrupt.” The doctor said as he came into the room. Isaac quickly pulled away and you wiped your mouth. “Am I good to go?” You asked out of breath. Isaac scratched his head awkwardly in his chair. The doctor cleared his throat. “Uh, yes you have recovered well and can check out in an hour. Enjoy the rest of your uh day.” He managed to get out and then quickly left the room. You and Isaac started laughing. “What a great way to start a relationship.” You joked. Isaac grabbed your hand and kissed it. “Only if the relationship is with you.”

Originally posted by laheyblurbs

For @notenoughgatorade, who deserves a little something to make her smile. You’re incredible Silvia and I’m so happy to have met you

“Move out?” Stiles cries, dropping the jar of sauce he is holding. It smashes, covering his shoes in a horrible shade of orange. Great. “Scott, I just moved in.

Scott winces, giving Stiles the kicked puppy look. Which, you know, is not fair.

At all.

“Isaac is coming back from France,” he says, ducking his head, looking up at him through his lashes. An evil tactic. “He needs a place to stay.”

“We have a couch.”

“He needs a home, Stiles.”

Stiles rolls his eyes, determined to fight this, even though he knows he’s going to lose. Scott has been trying to get Isaac to come home for months after the time he spent with him in France. “The couch is very homey.”

“Please, Stiles? If you’re here he won’t come.”

Stiles raises an eyebrow, deciding to be a mature adult and not make a joke out of Scott’s poor choice of words. (Mostly because Stiles is sure Scott is the only one in the whole pack who doesn’t know his own feelings for Isaac. Stiles wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise, after all.)  “Fine,” he huffs. “But you’re in charge of finding me somewhere else to stay.”

Scott grins, hugging him. “Done!”

~

“This is not what I had in mind,” Stiles says, looking at his own personal wall of sexual frustration. In other words, Derek’s…everything. He really hates it when people almost die on him, triggering feelings and shit. He hates it even more when those people stay in your life after, reminding you you can’t have them. Not now, not ever.

“It’s not exactly how I want to spend my life either,” Derek grumbles, pulling Stiles inside the door, throwing his bag in the general direction of the sofa.

Stiles watches as it slides across the floor. “Polite,” he comments. “Also, don’t be so dramatic. It’s not like I’m going to be here forever.”

Derek stills, averting his gaze, mumbling something in response. It makes Stiles want to punch him.

“What?” he asks, not even bothering to make it sound like a question, purposefully trying to make himself sound bored, indifferent, even though he knows it’s futile. Because Derek always sees right though him, werewolf or not. 

“Nothing,” Derek says, shaking his head. It can’t be nothing though. Not with the way the tips of Derek’s ears turn an adorable- uh, pink. They turn pink.

Stiles rolls his eyes, maybe just a little too hard. It was probably just some lousy come back Derek’s too embarrassed to repeat.  Stiles has never met someone like Derek. Someone who can hold his own in any argument. Someone every bit as much of an asshole as him, and yet so…so…

The memory of Derek, naked and trembling in his arms, a whispered plea- don’t leave me- in his ear, comes over Stiles then like a punch to the gut. Or the heart. He’s not sure.  

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At Home

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: G, Word Count: 423
Canon Universe, Pre-Slash

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(This fic is brought to you by this picture of Hoechlin)

‘Derek’s here!’ Scott yells, jumping off the couching and running to the door, reaching it just as Derek knocks.

Stiles tries to chew his burger a little faster. He really needs to learn to take smaller bites, because now Derek’s going to see him for the first time in a year and he’s going to look like a hamster. He glares at Lydia when he catches her looking at him with a knowing expression. He brushes the crumbs off his shirt and jeans, making a mental note to vacuum when everyone’s gone, looks up and promptly stops breathing.

Derek looks good. He looks really good, with a soft looking knitted sweater, his hair free of product and a little longer, and his face relaxed. He still has a stubble, but in combination with the rest of his looks it gives of more of lazy than a serial killer vibe.

When Stiles finally starts breathing again, it’s to choke on his food, since he still hadn’t managed swallow it. He doubles over, trying to get a piece of bread that’s stuck in his throat out, but there’s no way he’s going to make it without spitting out the rest of the food. He high-tails it to the kitchen and coughs the last of his burger into the sink. What a waste.

He grabs a glass of water, takes a big gulp, then breathes in deeply.

‘You okay there?’

Stiles almost drops his glass in shock.

‘Dude!’ he says, turning around to glare at Derek. It’s better than jumping him and checking if Derek’s hair and sweater feel as soft as they look, which is what Stiles really wants to do. ‘Make a noise so us humans don’t get heart attacks.’

Derek chuckles, low and relaxed, and something warm explodes in Stiles’ chest.

‘I bet that wasn’t the welcome you were expecting, huh?’ he says, thumping Derek lightly in the shoulder. Yep, the sweater is really that soft.

‘No, that was pretty much how I expected it to go,’ Derek grins.

‘Ha. Ha. Mr Sourwolf’s learned how to make jokes.’

‘I took a course.’

Stiles rolls his eyes at Derek’s serious face, then bursts out laughing. ‘That was terrible!’

‘Got you laughing, though. So I’d say it was a success.’

Stiles can’t take it any longer and wraps his arms around Derek. He thinks he’s messed up when Derek doesn’t move, but then Derek is pulling Stiles flush against his body.

‘I’m glad you’re back,’ Stiles mumbles against the soft fabric Derek’s sweater.

‘Me, too.’

I’ll do anything for you. (Part 2)

Originally posted by stvlinski

Requested by axa-vega: I just wanted to ask you if you can do a pt 2 of ’ I’ll do anything for you’ if it’s not too much to ask for

By: chloelovescatsandfood: Can you do a part two for I’ll Do Anything For You please. Your imagines are great keep up the good work!

WORDS: 332

GIF IS NOT MINE

WARNING: PART ONE

A/N: Enjoy!

Y/N P.O.V.

I felt someone calling me and I opened my eyes, it was Melissa.

“Hey, go home, sweetheart.”

“Stiles’ father…”

“He’s fine. Stiles is with him right now. I saw how you walked away when Malia came.”

“Oh, it was nothing.” I rubbed my eyes. “Well, he doesn’t need me anymore. I’ll go home.”

“Y/N, Stiles needs you. Scott told me that you like him. I like Malia but… I think you and him are perfect together.”

“It’s fine. Tell him that he can call me if he needs.” I said looking at Malia. “But I think he won’t.”

[…]

I was home after a long day at school. Stiles haven’t called me since yesterday and I didn’t saw him at school so he’s probably taking care of his father.

I opened the door of my room and I screamed when I saw someone in there.

“WHAT THE HELL! Stiles! You scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry. I didn’t want to scare you.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you were in the hospital with your father.”

I sat next to him.

“I was but… Y-you left.”

“Yeah, Malia was with you so I thought you didn’t need me anymore. So I came home.”

“Oh.”

“Are you ok?”

“Not really.” He smiled.

“You can talk to me if you want.”

“I’m scared.”

“Why?”

“Because everyone is getting hurt. And I can’t protect you. I wouldn’t forgive myself if you get hurt.”

“I can take care of myself, Stiles.” I smiled at him.

“You can’t, Y/N.” He looked at me. “I love you.”

“I love you too but I….”

Stiles kissed me and I closed my eyes, feeling a little bit surprised, his lips were soft against mine and it felt so good, I always imagined this and it’s really happening.

“I broke up with Malia.”

“Y-You, really? But, i thought you loved her.”

“I’ll do anything for you.” He said and I smiled.

“Déjà vu.”

He laughed and I hugged him.

Wasted - Stiles Stilinski. (2)

Based on: Could you do a oneshot/writing thing please? You’re drunk at a friends party andyour boyfriend stiles who isn’t there is worried about you? You can make the ending up as long as it’s fluffy!
Author: Laurianne. 
Note: I just found out I already made this one shot, but Laurianne did it too. So this is a different version from the same request!

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Imagine #15


“I-I think we should tell [Y/N] to go out and probably to her house?”Lydia mumbled while looking at Scott that glanced towards Isaac and shrug.

“Yo, guys what’s going o—riiight…Is this some bondage play party with Stiles?Why no one invited me to play with my boyfriend?”You asked stubbornly, walking into the room and blink at the sight only to yelp when Allison and Lydia pushed you out and state for you to go home and that they’ll explain later.

“If you guys hurt my fluffy nerd,there will be a lot to pay for.”You growled before rushing back into the room, ripping the male’s tape off his mouth and kiss him deeply, not taking notice of the pale complexion of his skin or the dark circles around his eyes.

“I’ll take you out…I know who you are.”You cooed darkly in Stiles ear, smirking when you felt him shift in the seat and grumble something when you slapped the tape back over his mouth and waltz out of the room with a skip to your step.


I know..I promised to post the smut but…I have a serious deal going on..My laptop broke..AGAIN…It’s the fucking second time and I got it 2 years ago and I barely touched it around that time..It’s a fucking HP model and it kept breaking down like fuck! Jesus christ! I’ll try to post the smut tomorrow, alright? :3

Legal Guardians - Liam Dunbar, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski AU Imagine

Prompt by Anon: Would you write a fic where Scott or Stiles becomes Liams legal guardian and (whoever it is) gets kind of protective over him? Bonus points if Scott and Stiles are kind of both his parents, but aren’t a couple. Like, Scott has Kira but Liam brought home a bad grade or is going on a field trip and they need to make sure he has everything he needs. Thank you! I love your writing!

Pairing: LIam Dunbar, Scott McCall, and Stiles Stinlinski (Non-Romantically)

Word Count: 1844

Author’s Note: I REALLY enjoyed writing this one. Thanks to whoever requested it. 

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Shortly after the end of his sophomore year, the pack threw Liam a surprise party at Lydia’s lake house just days after his real birthday. His parents had surprised him with a trip to the beach for his birthday and couldn’t celebrate it with the pack until after he got back.  The party wasn’t just with the pack, Mason was there, so was Brett, the rest of the lacrosse team, and some of Liam’s friends in his classes. The party was supposed to be fun, a night away from the supernatural world, and being normal teenagers for once. Except, that party took a turn for the worse, and it became a night Liam would never forget.

“What’s wrong?!” Stiles asked as he reached to Lydia who dropped a tray full of drinks after a scream. “Who was it?” Stiles whispered low enough just for Lydia to hear.

Everyone stood in place, looking at Lydia and wondering if she was okay. The pack however knew exactly what happened, someone had died. They dragged her into an empty bedroom. Everyone stared at her, hoping for some answers, but were too afraid to ask and know the truth.

Lydia couldn’t say it. She couldn’t utter the names. Instead she did the only thing she could do. Tears streamed down her high cheekbones as she walked towards Liam. She hugged him tightly and repeatedly whispered ‘sorry’ in his ear. In a matter of seconds, Melissa called with the bad news. Liam’s parents died instantly in a car accident. 

It’s been a little over two years. Scott and Stiles were in their second year at UC Davis and Liam was experiencing his last year in high school. Since the night of the accident, Scott and Stiles had taken him under their wing. They both loved Liam. They saw him as family, and as they say in Lilo and Stitch, ‘no one gets left behind’. Together, they thought it would be best to get an apartment and have Liam live with them after going through the process of becoming his legal guardians. Scott still worked for Deaton and even managed to get a part time job for Liam. While Stiles worked as a dispatcher at the Beacon Hills Police Department, a decision his father constantly regretted as Stiles frequently interfered with the calls and passed along the messages to Scott if it was anything remotely close to being supernatural related. Regardless, their jobs are what got the bills paid.

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Imagine long drives with Stiles

Originally posted by wildmnd

Originally posted by thatfunnyweirdindiechick

It was always the same with the two of you. One of you couldn’t sleep. They dialled the others’ number before even thinking about it, and all of a sudden you seemed to be in a car, driving around Beacon Hills. It didn’t matter where you went, as long as you had each other, as long as you were prepared to talk about nothing in particular, before one of you finally needed to open up. Because all that you needed to know was that the other was actually all right That they were going to be fine when you finally headed home. And that meant more to either of you than you cared to - or could - voice to each other,


A/N: Sorry, this was just me trying something out, hope this works out all right.