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Top 20 McCall Pack Dynamics: (as voted by my followers)
 ⇾ #13. Allison Argent, Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski

SM: “What did you tell her?” // AA: "That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures.” // SS: "I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures.” 

Madi's ~Demons and Angels~ Sterek Fic Recs

(Per Request)

(Demon!AU’s are my favorite so brace yourself.)

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Stiles is a Demon:

Demon!Stiles+Superwolf:

Angel!Derek and Demon!Stiles

Derek is an angel of death

Angel!Stiles:

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Stiles x Reader

Requested by @stilinske


“Will you please just stay here, you don’t know what’s happening just stay out of it!” Stiles hissed as he tried to leave.

“No! I’m tired of doing what you say.” You sighed and glared across the room at him.


“I don’t think it’s a good idea for a witch to get into a werewolf fight.” Stiles said through ground teeth as he tried to sound calm.

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.” You sighed and went to push past him.

“A smart alec witch, how original.” He grumbled as you yanked open the door and stomped off, glaring at Stiles when everyone returned from their fight a little battered and bruised.

“You know what Stiles.” You sighed and started to walk away as he jogged to keep up with you. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.” You climbed into your car and slammed the door.

“Hey, you can’t just go… I’m sorry… when are you coming back?” He called as everyone stood in the background looking uncomfortable.

“I don’t know but I’ll call or something yeah?” You grunted as you started the car.

“When will you call?” He asked desperately.

“When I’m as far away from you as possible.” You muttered bitterly.

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Who’s That? P2 //Josh Diaz// 10.5.16

Originally posted by younggodmccall

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Originally posted by lovinglybright

Who’s That? P2

Pairing(s): Josh x Reader, Scott x Reader(Platonic),Stiles x Reader(Platonic)

Requested? Yes (not on CoTW)

Request: Can i request a part 2 for 9.8.16 where josh goes against theo and starts talking to the reader? Thanks❤️

Member: Kat

Word Count: 335

Part 1 HERE

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Happier.

Prompt: Ed Sheeran’s “Happier”; Character: Stiles - @deepblueo-cean

Warning: mention of an abusive relationship.

Author’s Note: I fell in love with this song! Thanks for reading and for requesting! :)

Master List.


Happier.

Walking down 29th and park
I saw you in another’s arms
Only a month we’ve been apart
You look happier

Saw you walk inside a bar
He said something to make you laugh
I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours
Yeah you look happier, you do

Stiles rounded the corner towards his favorite bar to meet up with a few of his friends from the pre-FBI program. They had planned to meet up to celebrate surviving their final exam as they awaited their results. They all worked their asses off to not only complete their ten-week Honors Internship Program, but also double-down and maintain their college work. A night off to celebrate was well deserved, and much needed. Stiles couldn’t wait to just unwind and relax for the night.

Stress free, that’s the night he wanted, no, needed.

As he prepared to cross the street, a familiar face walking down the sidewalk he was going to caught his eye and he stopped in his tracks. Her. Arm and arm with someone new. Her long, chestnut hair blowing behind them. Her gorgeous smile on full display. It was a smile he hadn’t seen in what felt like ages.

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The One With All The Yahoo’s

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: You and Stiles end up in a reckless ‘friends with benefits’ relationship after one drunken night - what’s worse is trying to keep it a secret from Scott when the two of you have no self control around each other

A/N: i’m so keen to write some cute christmas fluff imagines - hope you guys have been liking the recent ones! they’re about to get a lot more festive!!!

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!)

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As far as best friends went, you and Stiles were the textbook definition. You had grown up together, gone to school together, joined the lacrosse team together – you had done everything together – yes, that includes taking baths together as children.

But getting drunk for Stiles’ birthday and deciding to stay at a motel in the middle of nowhere had made things a little complicated.

You had never thought of Stiles in any other way than a friend but something about that night had made you see each other completely differently. As you can guess, it ended up with you both horizontal and naked on top of each other.

And while you had both agreed it was stupid and just a fun anecdote for a party you’ll have in 50 or so years, there was weird tension between the two of you now.

“So, Friday night?” Scott asks. When you don’t reply, he rests a hand on your knee, shaking it slightly, “Y/N?”

“Hmm? Yeah, Friday sounds good,” you mumble, distracted by the sight of Lydia talking to Stiles. Stiles turns to you and smiles, waving you over.

“Looks like Stiles wants you,” Scott says.

“What?!” you blurt out with wide eyes.

“He’s calling you over?” Scott points a finger at Stiles and narrows his eyes at you, “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah,” you shrug. Reminded of the fact that Scott could pick up scents and hear your heartbeat, you stop in your tracks, hunching over slightly, “Actually, I don’t feel so good,” you say, hoping it would account for anything he picked up on.

Scott places a soothing hand on your back, “Maybe we should get you home,” he says, his brows furrowed together in concern.

“I can take her.”

You straighten up to find Stiles looking at you with the same concerned expression, “I was headed home anyway. I was just calling you over to see if you wanted a lift.”

“Actually, I feel much better.” You clear your throat and move hair out of your face, “Must have just stood up too fast,” you shrug, “But drive safe – I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Well, if you’re not leaving then I’m in no rush,” Stiles ruffles your hair with his long, slender fingers, “I actually need to talk to you about something.”

“Can it wait? Scott’s party has unlimited booze and I plan on taking advantage of it,” you wink at him. Stiles rolls his eyes, pulling you alongside him, “It’ll only take a minute.”

You follow him into Scott’s bedroom and he latches the door, dropping onto his back on Scott’s bed and cuffing his hands behind his neck, “Scott’s bed is so comfortable. Did you know that?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, flicking through a book on Scott’s desk, “Sure.”

“How would you know that?” he asks, shooting up and sitting upright, “Have you been on it?”

“Yes? Like a million times, Stiles – every time we’ve slept over here Scott gives up the bed like a perfect gentleman. I tell you, Melissa did a stellar job in raising him.”

“Oh,” he nods, lying back down, “So you haven’t been up here, like, alone?”

“Uhh, sure I have. There was that time I passed out and the two of you left me here with a giant penis drawn on my face.”

Stiles smiles to himself, “That was funny!” he chuckles, “But I mean – the two of you… you haven’t…” he props himself up on his elbows and stares at you with raised eyebrows.

“What?! Ew! No!”

“What do you mean ‘ew, no’?”

“He’s one of my best friends!” you cringe, “He’s like my brother – he’s Scott! Oh my god – the mental image,” you shiver.

“Well, we were friends and we…” he gives you a knowing look.

“Yes but we were drunk. And I thought we agreed we weren’t going to talk about that?” you cock an eyebrow up, “Plus, why are you asking about me and Scott anyway?”

“Just seemed like you two were getting a little cosy, his hand on your knee and all.” He tries to sound nonchalant but it sounds more accusing than anything.

“And what about you and Lydia? Her touching your elbow and giggling every two seconds and you totally sucking it all up?” you reply with a pointed look.

“It wasn’t like that,” he says, standing up, “I don’t even think of Lydia like that anymore,” he swallows hard, “These days my focus has been elsewhere.”

His close proximity sends goose bumps across your skin and you laugh nervously, leaning against Scott’s desk, “Really? Found yourself someone new?”

“She’s not exactly new,” Stiles says softly, walking over to you. He stops and reaches for your hand, taking it in his.

“Stiles…”

“That night was really something.” There was a small smile playing on his lips as he ran a finger across your knuckles, “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Stiles…”

His name comes out as more of a moan than you had intended and you straighten up, shaking your head, “It’ll make things weird.”

“Well, they aren’t weird now, were they?”

They were. You knew it just form the conversation you’d just had. You had never been worried about Stiles and Lydia hooking up but all of a sudden you were reading into the tiny gestures between them. And you knew Stiles was poking around about Scott for a reason.

It was weird but you stay quiet.

“I guess not,” you shrug, “But we were drunk last time.”

He nods thoughtfully, “Well, you know, the bar is fully stocked downstairs.”

How much could one more time hurt?

You were just glad that Stiles was first to bring it up. Admitting to him that he got you all hot and bothered would’ve been embarrassing.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he smirks, heading for the door.

“Wait, Stiles,” you mumble.

You see his shoulder slump slightly, “Hey it’s totally cool. You don’t want to; its fine. No pressure, we can just-“

You cut him off by kissing him, his shirt clenched in your fist as you tug his towards the bed, “Getting drunk would take too much time,” you mumble against his lips.


“Good morning y/n!” Stiles greets you and Scott in the carpark, handing you a latte, “Two sugars.”

“Where’s mine?” Scott frowns.

“Did you sleep alright?” he asks, ignoring Scott.

You nod, wrapping both hands around the cup and enjoying the warmth, “Mmm,” you hum, “I had this crazy dream though where we-“

You pause, watching Scott’s disgruntled expression, “Where we three go fishing – the end,” you lie hurriedly – it had a lot more nudity and no Scott.

“I’m sorry Scott, we’re totally ignoring you here,” you apologize. Once acknowledged his expression lightens a little, “I actually have the craziest story.”

“What?”

“So you remember how I had that party last week?”

You and Stiles both nod, trying your hardest not to look at each other.

“I do recall it,” you say, “I don’t remember anything crazy happening.”

“Well, you know I have werewolf senses. I can pick up on scents and stuff,” Scott begins, “Well, I go up to my room and I’m pretty sure someone had sex in my bed!”

“WHAT?!”

You feel coffee dribble down your chin and you wipe it with your sleeve, stopping in your tracks, “You can smell sex?!”

“Shhh,” Scott hisses, looking around, “Pretty much. Werewolves can pick up on anything,” he shrugs, “Anyway, the crazy part is that I think it was Liam and Hayden! My own Beta’s,” he frowns, “I mean seriously, how sick is that? Why would they do that in my bed? Could they not wait to get home?”

Scott grumbles all the way to class.

“I need something from my locker,” you say as Scott sits down, “I’ll be back. Stiles, come with?”

“Sure,” Stiles nods, following you out.

“He can smell sex?!” you hiss. Stiles shrugs his shoulders, “I didn’t know!”

“Well, we can’t let that happen again, okay?!”

He shrugs, chuckling and you nudge him, causing him to hold his side and wince.

“I’m serious,” you say warningly, “This is stupid. We’re risking our friendship – Scott’s friendship!”

“Oh please, Scott isn’t going to stop being friends with us because we had sex on his bed!” Stiles rolls his eyes.

“You almost stopped being friends with me because I drooled on your pillow once!”

“Hey, you have a gaping void for a mouth!”

“Bet you don’t hate that so much now, do you?” you laugh, poking a finger into his chest.

“Dirty humour,” he nods, impressed, “I like this side of you.”

“Well, this is the last time you see it!” you say firmly, “You’re going to have to get your yahoo’s somewhere else!”

“But I like getting my yahoo’s from you,” he says, nuzzling his face in your neck, “Your hair smells like strawberries and you’re amazing in bed.”

“If that’s all you’re looking for I could find you a girl by lunch,” you laugh. Stiles groans, pulling away from you, “Fine. If this is what you really want.”

“It is – we have this under control,” you nod, reassuring yourself more than him.

“Yeah, we can stop having sex whenever we want,” Stiles says, clearing his throat, “I’ll see you in class.”

“Your car,” you mumble.

“Huh?”

“Your car and then we stop,” you say, linking your arm through his and dragging him to the carpark.


“I have to tell you something,” Stiles mumbles, running his fingers through your hair.

“What?”

The seats in his jeep were oddly uncomfortable and you lean back, inhaling deeply.

“That first night we slept together… I wasn’t that drunk. I knew you’d only had fours drink and that you’re not lightweight so when we kissed I didn’t say anything but it keeps bugging me now because if you really were drunk and I wasn’t drunk then I took advantage of you and all this-“

“I wasn’t that drunk,” you admit, placing a hand over his, “And Stiles, I don’t think you’re capable of taking advantage of anyone.”

“So, if we were both not that drunk, why did we…”

You both knew why. That night when you had messed around and ended up kissing, it was as though something had fallen into place. Being together was so easy unlike most of yours and his previous complicated relationships.

There was a magnetic pull which was easier to blame on being drunk than to admit to each other – you both had feelings for each other. You wanted to be together.

You sit in silence, hoping he’ll admit it first, but he admitted wanting to be with you again – that meant it was your turn.

“I guess there’s something here,” you say quietly, playing with his fingers, “I just feel it – I don’t know how to explain it.”

His chest rises and falls a little quicker, “I know what you mean,” he says softly, “Does that mean we can do more than this?”

“I don’t do anal.”

“Shut up!” he scoffs, laughing, “I mean, can we be more than this? You know, can you and I be, like, boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“You want us to date?”

“Yeah.” You could hear his voice shaking slightly.

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” you hum, resting your head on his shoulder. You tug his jacket further around your shoulders, “Maybe we should get dressed and get back,” you suggest.

Stiles shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Let’s skip. Let me take you out on a date. Our first date,” he sighs wistfully.

“Soon,” you mumble against his lips, “First let’s get back to class. If we take any longer, Scott’s going to come looking for us and-“

“OH, AHH! OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?!”

Scott’s voice sent the two of you jumping apart, causing Stiles to hit his head against the roof of his jeep.

“SO IT WAS YOU TWO! YOU TWO HAD SEX IN MY BED!” Scott yells, a hand over his eyes.

“Shut up!” you hiss, “And yes but it was just the one time!”

“And this? You two – is this just a one time thing? Well, no, it can’t be because you had sex in my bed and here you are having sex now! What are you two… animals? How long has thing been going on?”

“About two weeks,” you admit, “But we’ve only had sex three times.”

Scott frowns with such disgust you inch away from the window, afraid he would throw up.

“I swear, we weren’t trying to keep it from you,” Stiles adds. He adjusts his shirt before opening the car door and climbing out before helping you out.

“Yeah, we only just sorted things out ourselves. We-“

“Stop saying ‘we’,” Scott grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose, “So, now, you two are a couple? My two best friends are having sex and dating and being a couple?”

“Yes,” you both reply in unison. Stiles wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to his side, “You’re happy for us, right?” Stiles asks unsurely.

Scott tilts his head and nods, “But let me be clear – if you two break up and the whole pack has to pick sides, I’m picking y/n’s!”

“WHA- WHY?!” Stiles exclaims, offended.

“Well, she’s obviously good in bed and if you two break up then… ya know,“ Scott smirks.

Stiles narrows his eyes, “You’re a dead man.”

5 & 40 // S.S Drabble // Requested

Originally posted by giif

5)“Please,don’t die.”

40)“Please __, I need you.”

Member: Kat

Pairing(s): Stiles x Older!Sister!Reader

Requested?: Yep

Request: Can I get a drabble with the numbers 5 and 40 with Stiles? - @chasing-dreams5239

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Listen | Stiles Stilinski

Title: Listen
Author: Clara
Character: Stiles Stilinski
Trigger Warnings: fighting, swearing
Prompt: “Can you do a stiles from teen wolf imagine where y/n and him are together and they have a fight and she ends up crying but kiss and make up?”

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Originally posted by stilesstilinskiandlydiamartin

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