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Sterek A-Z Challenge: one word prompts

Week 14: N - No

The thud of the bass rattled Stiles’ bones as he approached the sketchy club. He’d taken a cab from his and Derek’s apartment as instructed because Derek hadn’t wanted him wandering around the city so late at night by himself, and Stiles actually agreed. New York was nothing like Beacon Hills.

Sure, there was chaos, murder, and mayhem, but of a completely different nature. The supernatural, Stiles could handle, but human…

His third week in the city, Stiles had been mugged. Derek had been furious with him.

It wasn’t a fair representation of the city. New York was great, and so were the people. The city was surprisingly high on the list of safe major cities as opposed to how it was portrayed in the media and Hollywood, but Stiles had been so used to knowing what goes bump in the night, that he had completely forgotten humans could be just a vicious and cruel as any supposed mythical creature.

So, Stiles now cabbed everywhere he went, usually. Of course, the next time he’d ignored Derek’s mild request to take cabs or wait for Derek to pick him up, Stiles was kidnapped by a grief-stricken, slighted werewolf hell bent on revenge against Laura Hale.

Stiles shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his red straight cut jeans that he wore with one of Derek’s sweaters. Not a club outfit, but Stiles wasn’t at the club to party. He was there to listen to Derek DJ his first gig, or whatever it was called. He bypassed the growing line and walked straight up to the big burly bouncer dude holding a clipboard.

“Sup, dude,” Stiles said. He flashed a grin of false confidence as he rocked forward on the balls of his feet. “I’m on the guest list. Stiles Stilinski.”

The bouncer eyed him and snorted before he consulted the clipboard. “Sure. ID,” he said.

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” Stiles fumbled for his wallet, nearly dropping his license when he pulled it out. It was brand new and still glossy. His license had expired a few months ago, and he’d had to renew it in New York. “Here ya go. I’m totally underage. Not trying to sneak in to drink. Just here for the music.”

The bouncer checked his ID, eyes darting between Stiles and his grinning picture, then back down to the guest list. “Sorry, kid. Can’t let you in.”

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Breaking of the Bread- Alfie Solomons

*Gif by @bonniebirdsgifcentre. So I’m going to start spreading out my PB posts now that I’ve officially finished the work I fell behind on fo Peaky Week, but don’t worry. There’s still much more to come! For now though, I have a couple Teen Wolf request I need to fill. I will also be moving back into TVD/TO and possibly even shadowhunters, so be on the lookout. Lastly, I’m fastly approaching 1K followers so when that happens, I already have a super cool Derek series planned, but I have to meet my goal first. Stay on the lookout! xoxox*


Bread. The most common and essential food in the daily life of a Londoner. It was one of the only thing the wealthy and poor ate alike. It was toasted for breakfast and served for supper. You liked your meals, but in your opinion, dessert was the best dish. You had grown up with a severe sweet tooth and ardent parents who would indulge in all your desires since you were there only child. The results of being given what you wanted could have been disastrous, but you think it turned out quite well considering you now owned your own bakery.

After being open for three years, business had steadied and you would even consider it to be going well. Well, enough to put food on the table and allow you to move into an apartment of your own. You found your social- and perhaps romantic life- take a turn for the better as you rung up the evening rush, customers taking goods home for their families and special occasions. You continued going through the motions until I burly pair of hands laid themselves down on the counter.

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hey hey hey!

so i know hitting 400 followers is not a huge milestone but it’s huge to me so i’m celebrating it with this drabble prompt idea

so how this is gonna work is the same as requesting an imagine except that you include up to four drabble ideas from the list of drabble prompts below; don’t forget to include the name of the character and the fandom.

the request should look something like this:

          “can i have a liam dunbar drabble with numbers 3, 7, & 10″

below is the list of 230+ drabble prompts below:

1. “Why are we at a strip club?”
2. “I’m sorry, you said what to your teacher?”
3. “Am I dead?”
4. “It’s always been you. You and only you.”
5. “If you loved me, you’d fight for it. If you loved me, you’d show it. If you loved me, you’d fight for me. Do you even know what love is?”
6. “Stay with me.”
7. “How about we put the gun down and talk about this?”
8. “I came here to kick ass and chew gum.. and I’m all out of gum.”
9. “Whatever it is I didn’t do it.”
10. “Don’t make me regret saving you.”
11. “Are you-are you flirting with me?”
12. “I’m proud of you. I’m proud of us.”
13. “I trusted you.”
14. “Am I supposed to be impressed?”
15. “Don’t tempt me.”
16. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
17. “Is that my shirt?”
18. “Would you quit moving around?” “It’s not my fault we’re tied up together!”
19. “Does your life revolve around embarrassing me?”
20. “I can’t do this anymore.”
21. “Do you smell burning?”
22. “Look at the sky.”
23. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
24. “I will not hesitate to murder you.”
25. “It’s simple really. Here let me show you.”
26. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works.”
27. “Hey have you seen my- Oh.”
28. “Go to hell.” “Already been but thanks for the invite.”
29. “Look at me.”
30. “Go away! I don’t ever want to see you again!”
31. “Don’t tell me how to calm down, you calm down!”
32. “Where did you get that?”
33. “Oh my gosh is that blood?”
34. “What are you doing here by yourself?”
35. “Here, take my hand. Everything is fine, just hold onto me and keep moving.”
36. “I don’t know who I am without you.”
37. “You don’t need to protect me.”
38. “Stop looking at me like that!”
39. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
40. “All I wanted was the truth.”
41. “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”
42. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
43. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”
44. “I forgive a lot, but I never forget what was said and done.”
45. “Again?”
46. “Please shut up. Just shut up.”
47. “I’m tired of being your secret.”
48. “You know, it’s okay to cry.”
49. “Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.”
50. “I just want to be alone right now.”
51. “Those things you said yesterday.. did you really mean them?”
52. “Just say it is okay. I just need to hear you say that.”
53. “I love you and I am terrified.”
54. “Promise me you’ll come back.. I need you to promise me.”
55. “That’s distracting.”
56. “I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.”
57. “Wait a second.. are you jealous?”
58. “This is by far the most stupid plan you’ve ever created. Of course I’m in.”
59. “You did this for me?”
60. “I’m afraid this conversation is going to end in goodbye.”
61. “Would you just hold still?”
62. “We’re running low on time here.”
63. “You’ve got something on your cheek.”
64. “I’m not bothering you, am I?”
65. “Really, right now?”
66. “Wait, you’re my soulmate?”
67. “I really wish you told me your mother was in town.”
68. “You’re wrong and I’ll prove it.”
69. “I can never say no to a picnic.”
70. “I could tell it was your favorite book from all the notes you wrote in the margins.”
71. “I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”
72. “I’m yours, in every way possible.”
73. “We’re not just friends, and you know it.”
74. “Well. Yell, scream, say something, anything.”
75. “Where do you think you’re going?”
76. “Nobody thinks what I think.”
77. “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”
78. “Just please be my best friend right now, and not the person I confessed my love to.”
79. “I think you’re just afraid to be happy.”
80. “Make me.”
81. “Well if you insist.”
82. “We’ll get through this, I promise.”
83. “I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies.”
84. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
85. “Sometimes I really dislike you.”
86. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”
87. “It’s too early for this.”
88. “But then I’d have to put pants on..”
89. “If my parents knew what I was doing they’d kill me.”
90. “Are you trying to make me to hate you? Because it’s working.”
91. “Don’t open those till later!”
92. “For some reason I’m attracted to you.”
93. “To be honest I could care less.”
94. “Go on then, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.”
95. “Hold my hand, we have to make this look convincing!”
96. “I’ll make it right for you.”
97. “When you smile I fall apart.”
98. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
99. “I really don’t know why I’m crying.”
100. “I won’t let you fall.”
101. “I’m like 20% sure this plan work. There’s an 80% chance we could die horribly and violently, but this plan is solid, I swear.”
102. “I’m not happy here.”
103. “I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”
104. “I’m tired of being your secret.”
105. “Well if you’re up for the challenge.”
106. “I’ve moved on.”
107. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you don’t think I can see you.”
108. “If I die, I am coming back to haunt you.”
109. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”
110. “If you walk out that door don’t you dare think about coming back.”
111. “Is that a challenge?”
112. “Is it supposed to look like that? Are you sure?”
113. “I made you cupcakes cause I knew you liked them.”
114. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
115. “I mean, it could be worse.”
116. “This wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”
117. “This was all a dream?”
118. “It’s not what it looks like.”
119. “It’s okay I’m here for you.”
120. “Wait, you did what again?”
121. “Just talk to me.”
122. “Just leave me alone!”
123. “Let him go! It’s me who you want!”
124. “My parents asked about you again.”
125. “Make a wish.”
126. “None of this makes sense.”
127. “None of that matters anymore.”
128. “Wait this is your handwriting? I thought this was hieroglyphics.”
129. “Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you.”
130. “Oh my god! You’re in love with her!”
131. “Please don’t give up on me.”
132. “Please listen to me.”
133. “Please don’t go.”
134. “Please.. I love you.”
135. “Please, take me instead!”
136. “Please don’t leave me.”
137. “Please don’t argue with me.”
138. “Promise me you’ll take care of her/him.”
139. “Promise me you’ll take better care of yourself.”
140. “Promise me you’ll stay.”
141. “Why are you taking so many photos?”
142. “I didn’t know you could play.”
143. “You can sing?”
144. “Teach me how to play?”
145. “Are you okay?” “Why do you ask?” “Because you’re wearing two different shoes.”
146. “Want to talk about it?”
147. “I just really miss talking with you.”
148. “Things don’t always turn out the way we want them to.”
149. “This isn’t just about you. It’s about what’s best for all of us.”
150. “You made me what?”
151. “Times up!”
152. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
153. “We could’ve had it all.”
154. “Are you sure you two aren’t married?”
155. “Well.. don’t keep me waiting.”
156. “Please look at me.”
157. “What have I ever done to you?”
158. “What are you doing here?”
159. “When are you going to realize I don’t care?”
160. “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people stop to roll their eyes or call you crazy.. even then. Especially then!”
161. “Where did that cat come from?”
162. “Where did you get this from?”
163. “Why are you up so early?”
164. “Why can’t they see they’re meant for each another?”
165. “Why did you choose me?”
166. “Why don’t you say it to my face?”
167. “Why couldn’t you come to me with your problems?”
168. “Would you stop for a second so I can say something to you for once!”
169. “You need to calm down.”
170. “I know you told me to stop thinking about you, but I can’t get you out of my mind.”
171. “You are nothing like them.”
172. “You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me.”
173. “I never believed in love till I met you.”
174. “I don’t need a Prince Charming saving me.”
175. “You can’t sit on the sidelines your entire life!”
176. “You deserve so much better.”
177. “You did all of this for me?”
178. “You take my love for granted.”
179. “You haven’t even touched your food.. what’s going on?”
180. “You know my name?”
181. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this on my own.”
182. “Stay the night. Please.”
183. “What did you say?”
184. “Why are you so annoying?”
185. “Don’t ask me that.”
186. “Don’t ever mention that again.”
187. “What’s with the box?”
188. “Say it!”
189. “Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”
190. “Did you do this on purpose?”
191. “Don’t give me that look! You started it!”
192. “It’s not fair!”
193. “I could kill you right now!”
194. “Don’t you dare give me that look!”
195. “Screw you!”
196. “Just shut up already.”
197. “You are so infuriating.
198. “Listen to me!”
199. “I dare you!”
200. “Please pretend to be my girlfriend/boyfriend.”
201. “You think I’m insensible enough to fall for that?”
202. “I’m not going to apologize. I can’t anymore.”
203. “Is this seat taken?”
204. “It’s midnight, what do you want?”
205. “You are strangely comfortable.”
206. “Imagine if it could always be this way, even in the city.”
207. “I don’t know how to feel any more.”
208. “At what point did you think that was a good idea?”
209. “Just marry me already.”
210. “Did I stutter?”
211. “Did I just say that out loud?”
212. “Did you hear that.”
213. “Don’t say you love me.”
214. “Don’t you ever do that again.”
215. “Everyone deserves a second chance.”
216. “I try so hard to forget you, but every single time it comes back to you.”
217. “H-How long have you been standing there?”
218. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
219. “I didn’t ask for any of this! But do you know what I put up with it all? Because I love you!”
220. “I just need you here with me right now.”
221. “I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you and- Oh screw it!”
222. “We can’t lose each other, we just can’t.”
223. “I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.”
224. “I never meant for anyone to get hurt.”
225. “I waited and waited, but you never came back!”
226. “I’m sick of feeling useless!”
227. “Is that what you call an apology?”
228. “Is there anything you want to tell me?”
229. “Somebody’s in love!”
230. “It’s not what it looks like.”
231. “Just hold me.”
232. “You’re the best part of me.”
233. “I don’t want to think about what I’d be like without you.”
234. “Can I hold your hand?”
235. “Let’s go get lost somewhere.”
236. “I just don’t know how to look forward anymore.”

Thief - Isaac Lahey

Request: Isaac x Reader fluff where you like to steal his shirts and scarves so he can never find them but he sees you wearing them at school and he thinks it’s adorable.

Warnings: None

A/N: I’ve decided I’ll be posting (for the most part) on Thursdays-Sundays now. That’s when I have the most free time. Also, sorry this took so long!


The sunlight peeked through the open blinds and peered onto the white bedsheets. Isaac’s smooth cream colored skin also was spread across the bed sheets, his arms tangles around your waist. His sleeping figure was so innocent, and so vulnerable. He was like an angel.
You knew he would be asleep for a while, it was a long day after all, so you took this time to just take a little peek around his room. Or more specifically his closet.

You knew what was in there, his shirts and scarves. He gave you some of them already, but was it so bad just to keep all of them? You couldn’t help but steal one shirt and a scarf, you decided you’d come back for more another time.

You pressed the blue fabric of his shirt to your nose, it smelled exactly like Isaac. It was so comforting, and welcoming. You were sure Isaac wouldn’t get mad at you sneakily taking away one of his shirts, I mean, you were his girlfriend, it’s like you’re job to be a sweatshirt thief. You stuffed the shirt and scarf back into your bag and cuddled right back up next to Isaac, you unconsciously wrapped an around loosely around your waist. He was so sweet even when asleep. You closed your eyes and let sleep take over you.

You went to Isaac’s house every day after that, it’d been a week since you started your mission to obtain all of Isaac Lahey’s shirts. Not the nice ones, but the baggy loose ones he would wear to bed. You probably had around ten now, and Isaac had yet to notice. Or, maybe he did notice and just hadn’t mentioned it yet.

“Let’s go (Y/N), you’re gonna be late!” You heard your mom shout from downstairs.

You quickly combed through your hair and looked through the mirror one last time before leaving your room and entering tbe kitchen. You had Isaac’s shirt on today, a simple white one with two red stripes on each sleeve, it reminded you of Scott’s pack’s symbol.

Your mom handed your backpack as you both stepped out the door and into the car to drive to school. When you got there you immediately jumped out to go look for Isaac. You two always met right next to the library every morning and walked around before class, just enjoying each others company. You were surprised to approach the library and see Isaac already there waiting for you. His eyes caught yours and a smile spread across his face before he ran up to you and planted a loving kiss on your lips.

“Good morning, my love. You look stunning as always today.” His cheeky smile grew. He always did saw the most cheesy things, and you love it.

“As do you, Isaac.” You pecked a kiss on his forehead, he loved when you did that. His eyes scanned your body and your body froze wondering if he noticed his stolen shirt being worn on your body.

“Baby I like your sh-.” He stopped and stared a bit longer, “Hey, I have that shirt. That’s my shirt. Why are you wearing my shirt?” He laughed and ran his hands up and down your torso.

“I may or may not have been secretly stealing your shirts and scarves for the past week” You looked up to avoid eye contact as you were embarrassed.

“Oh my gosh, Isaac why didn’t you just say something?”

“Because you look so much better in them than I ever have, beautiful.” You smiled, the smallest things always made your heart swell with love the most. “Keep them, love. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

Your heart gushed, “Really Isaac?” You were so excited.

“Yes, my love but I may need a couple back, I’m running out of clothes over here.”

You laughed, “Alright baby, deal.”

“Now come on, princess, class is starting.”

After a week of wearing only Isaac’s shirt you were positive the entire school knew you were his, and you intended to keep it that way for as long as possible.


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Stiles doesn’t understand.

He hears the words, and they travel to his brain, and then they hit a roadblock.

“What?” Stiles hears himself ask.

“I needed my anchor to bring me back,” Derek explains. Simple. Straightforward. Still just words to Stiles.

Stiles shakes his head in big, slow moves from side to side. He goes to lean away from Derek. He’d moved himself closer but now he thinks he wants space. He thinks. He doesn’t know. He can’t—

Derek’s hand squeezes his, firm and unyielding, and there—something to focus on.

Stiles looks down at their hands, only now realising something strange about it.

“We’ve never done that before,” he states dumbly, opening out his fingers. Derek’s remain locked around his palm.

“I didn’t let us.”

Stiles looks up to Derek. It’s a weird and unpleasant déjà vu when he sees that open expression of last night. He can almost read exactly what Derek is feeling between that and his quivering hand.

“I’ve wanted to for months.” The confession drops like a penny—light and quick, but with a resounding thunk that echoes through Stiles’ head.

“How have I… could I not have…” Stiles speaks in broken phrases, half-finished thoughts.

“I hid it well.”

Stiles can only nod, because it’s true.

Stiles thought it was one sided. Stiles thought Derek only saw him as a friend. Stiles thought he had to feel guilty, and sad.

Now, he knows he doesn’t, and it’s aggravating. So much time—‘I’ve wanted to for months’, Derek said—not being together when they could have been. Frustration and guilt and yes, moments of happiness too. Stiles has been a big mess of feelings, trying to hide them away at any given time and Derek… did he really not know that Stiles had a tremendous depth of feeling for him? More than just a friend should.

Did he not know? Or did he ignore? Was it self-sabotage, like…

He’s doing it now. Stiles is sabotaging himself right now. Derek confessed to him and he’s trying to pull away.

Just like that, the mental block disintegrates, and Stiles’ lungs expand with a shocked gasp of air. He looks to Derek, wide-eyed, gripping Derek’s hand tightly.

Stiles’ revelations rush out, looking for confirmation before he throws himself into what this could be. “The hand holding, the anchor, last night with your memories. Why? What does it mean for you?”

“It means.” Derek stops—looks down at their hands and rubs his thumb over the back of Stiles’ hand.

Stiles’ attention is so focussed in on Derek. Derek’s on him. Neither of them hear the slamming door from the tenant below.

“It means I like you.” Derek’s head lifts back up, his eyes as clear as topaz, and expression softening his face. “As a friend, but also as more.”

Stiles nods slowly, hand squeezing Derek’s even more and involuntarily.

“I feel the same.”

With his confession, Stiles’ body easy, dropping tension he hadn’t been aware of while focussed on Derek. He smiles. He beams, even, and Derek huffs out a laugh, probably thinking Stiles is too overeager. He doesn’t care.

“I want to date you, Stiles,” Derek says leaning in to him.

Stiles’ body heats and he leans in toward Derek too, bringing their faces so close that he can see each gradient in Derek’s iris’s, and his gaze slips into and out of focus, clarity difficult at close range.

“Derek,” Stiles whispers.

He realises his palm is sweaty and that Derek’s is shaking, vibrating with tension. They’re both holding so still, though it would be simplest thing to tilt, go with the gravity Derek’s body seems to be exerting on him. Let his lips press soft and gentle into Derek’s skin. His cheek, his jaw, his eyelid, his lips. Wherever they land when Stiles lets himself go.

“I want to date you too.”

Derek nods, then leans his forehead in to rest against Stiles’. He shuts his eyes, and Stiles shuts his too for a moment. With his eyes shut, he lifts his free hand up to Derek’s face, gently pressing just the pads of his fingers into his cheek, feeling the warmth there, the life, the bristle of stubble. Derek’s own hand lands on his thigh and settles, big and heavy and comforting.

Stiles sighs out, feeling bigger than his body. So slowly, like caught in a trance and lulled into drowsiness by the sun streaming into the loft, Stiles tilts his head. With his eyes still closed, his nose bumps into Derek’s. He tilts his head and slips to the side. His thumb drops down to find Derek’s lips, smooth and full. He presses his mouth down where his thumb is, then moves it gently from beneath them so his lips are pressing against Derek’s.

Stillness for a moment, as neither moves.

Derek’s hand on Stiles thigh creeps upwards, and Stiles parts his lips slightly until Derek’s bottom lip pops in between his own. That’s all he needs for now, to know that they can slot together like this.

He pulls back and at last opens his eyes. Derek’s looking at him with a fondness Stiles has never been able to pick in his gaze before. He likes seeing it now. He wouldn’t mind seeing it for a long time to come.

~ the end


I’m With Him Now - peter hale

Prompt - reader was Derek’s girlfriend but months after they split she falls for Peter and Derek gets jealous, and wants her back
A/N-  italics flack back or memory! bold texts or notes

Pairing - Derek x reader (past) Peter x Reader (present)

Warnings - swearing, jealousy 

Story - 

Sat reading a message Stiles had sent, begging you to come to the hale loft, the was a pack meeting and they needed you. “why don’t you want to go today” peter questioned looking over to the text, knowing I’d been avoiding meetings lately. I rolled my eyes at him snuggling more into him. “is it because you think your going to see him there? I hear he’s back in town” he continued teasing voice as he lightly ran his nose up your shoulder and neck. ignoring his question giggling at his touch “why would I go when I can stay here with you” you say sounding flirty. peter gave you a small kiss on the nose “because they will start to ask what’s wrong and come looking for you” he said smoothly. “and you don’t what them finding out our little secret now” he said kissing your neck making you move so he had more access.

Peter was the only person you could be yourself with. he always knew what to say when you was feeling down or angry, he also knew when words wasn’t needed and hold you until you felt better again. about a month ago you and Peter started dating in secret, you wanted to wait before telling the rest of the pack, Peter wasn’t the pacts favourite person and you know they would ask questions over why your going out with him and try and talk you out of it, also they would say it’s strange because of Derek being peters nephew, peter agreed with you but personally you thought peter wanted to speak to Derek first before Scott or stiles told him, although he never said it. you and Derek was together for 2 years before splitting up 8 months ago after Derek cheated on you.
After the break up with Derek, you and Peter had become a closer friends, until one night last month having a drinks watching a movie you both had a play argument over who’s turn it was to get up and get the refill’s and snacks. Poking and tickling each other you leaned in and kissed him, which lead to more, both of you believed was long overdue. At first it was awkward nether if you expected it to happen, wanted it to but didn’t expect it would, after a few days you both admitted you like it and each other spending more and more time together.

Peter held your face looking you in the eyes keeping a straight face “they are your friends y/n, and I’m not going to let you use me or Derek as an excuse not to see them” his lips cornered into a smile “now go get dressed, go see what trouble beacon hills is in today” pouting with a hint of a smile you get up to get dressed, Peter always had a way of talking you into something you didn’t want to do.

Looking up at the loft you felt your heart sink, you hadn’t been to the loft since ending your relationship with green eyed wolf. Whenever you saw the pack it was at Scott’s or stiles home even that was rarely. Getting to the loft door you took another deep breath, Thinking of the last time you walked through the big steel door “der, I got” you stopped talking when you saw Derek in the arms of Jennifer Blake kissing each other as he removed her top. Shaking the memory out your head you pulled the door open wide, Stiles was stood at the table almost surprised to see you standing there. “what’s so important you called me here?” you say with venom in your voice to being dragged to Derek’s. “erm.. well er” stiles fumbled thinking of an answer for you. “were still waiting for Scott” he covered. A few minuets later Scott came in battered and cut you run sitting him down, “what happened to you” you cried as his wounds slowly started to heal. “we was coming back here when we got attacked” he said still a little sore “wait! why are you here?” Scott asked confused to my presence, my head snapped to stiles. “I’d like to know what she’s doing here as well” a voice boomed behind you. 

Derek entered the loft looking as battered as Scott, his shirt ripped reveling his toned muscled torso his gaze fixated on you, making you blush and feel nervous all at the same time. looking back at stiles he started rubbing the back of his head “well you don’t come to see us anymore y/n so I thought if you and Derek talked and made up, you would be part of the pack again” he said nervously. You started to feel angry stiles had set you up, making you face Derek after he had done. “I was always part of the pack Stiles I didn’t need Derek to make that happen” you say. Lydia was the one to change the subject “so what happened to you two?” she asked pointed to Derek and Scott. “alphas the have Boyd and Erica, we got Issac he’s in the hospital with my mum” Scott said.
Feeling uncomfortable with Derek looking at you in a hardened gaze, and also being in the loft full stop. Your phone bleeped, it was Peter hope your okay sweetheart miss you hurry back.

Smiling at his words “well if no one is dying then I’m going, things to do, people to see” you say smiling “oh have you got a hot date” Lydia joked seeing your smirk, your heartbeat quickened “date no,” you lied, as you said bye walking out.
Derek heard the change in your heartbeat knowing you’d lied, he watched as she walked out, he followed her out the loft, as he called her name he watched her press the button and the  lift doors close. It reminded him of the way she walked away from him 8 months ago feeling the same pain he closed his eyes reliving the memory. 

Derek had been attacked and was hurt finding Jennifer for help, after that the pair had been seeing more and more of each other. Derek was hypnotised by her. He bought her to the loft y/n wasn’t there Jennifer kissed Derek but he didn’t stop it instead welcomed it. By the time y/n can back Derek was about to do more then kiss. Hearing y/n voice made Derek stop, the look of hurt in her eyes was like nothing he’d seen before he went to run after her calling out her name as he ran. When y/n stopped she had tears down her face “don’t you dare say sorry, it was a mistake or anything at all Derek it’s over” she said before getting into the lift.

Derek went back in the loft stiles looked terrified when the Wolf walked in. “go” was all he said to the teens in an angry growl as they quickly left, he sat on the couch. Y/n was somehow exactly the same yet more beautiful then ever, it was no surprise she was seeing someone else, he desperately wanted to know who. During his time travelling taking Cora somewhere safe he thought about her and how stupid he was to cheat on her with Jennifer. Although it had come out Jennifer had used some form of magic on Derek, y/n refused to believe it and wouldn’t speak to Derek of anyone sent on his behalf.

At Peter’s apartment, you walked in not saying much trying to control your heartbeat, Peter took one look slightly turning his head as he studied your face body language and chemo-signals. He knew the was something was up “saved the day already sweetheart” he asked lightly joking “no! stiles and his fucking fake pack meetings” was your answer as you sat down next to him. Peter put his arms round you, you started to cry a little into his chest when the realisation hit you Derek was back.
Peter didn’t question what had you upset knowing you would tell him in your own Time, instead he held you kissing your head. You both sat the rest of the night making mild chit chat, you looked at Peter wiping your face, you decided it was the last tear you would shed for Derek. Looking at Peter in his soft caring way made you realise how much the older wolf had always been there for you, something in that moment you knew you loved Peter and kind of always had even if it took this long to figure it out. 

The next morning Peter woke with a message from Derek, saying he needed his help. Peter rolled his eyes “so that’s why y/n was so upset last night Derek’s back” he muttered to himself. Leaving a note for y/n he kissed her head as she slept. Peter got to the loft he could hear them talking as he walked up “You know Scott doesn’t trust him, right? You know, personally, I’d… well, I’d trust Scott.” Isaac said. “Do you trust me?” Derek questioned “Yeah. I still don’t like him.” Issac replied at Peter got to the loft door “no one does” Derek said as Peter opened the door “Boys. F.Y.I., yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works. So I hope you’re comfortable saying whatever it is that you’re feeling straight to my face” Peter said smugly walking down the steps “we don’t like you” Derek said bluntly “now shut up and help us” Peter rolled his eyes waiting to hear what they wanted.
Derek inhaled as Peter walking past smelling the sent of y/n. He watched as Peter dug his claws into Isaac’s neck trying to find the memories Deucalion removed. Derek growled each time he smelt the cherry and honey sent come from Peter. He knew y/n and Peter had always been friends but it angered him she still went to peter for comfort, friendship. Once Peter had finished with Isaac, Derek told him to see Scott leaving Derek and his uncle alone.

“long time no see” Peter called in a sing song voice. Derek’s claws was starting to dig into his palms as he tried to get the sent of y/n out of his head “I know, so how are you? and everyone been doing while I was gone” Derek asked trying to sound like he wasn’t asking to the questions he really had on his mind. Peter looked at Derek, he had never asked how he was before knitting his eyebrows together “I’m good, don’t really see much of the pack but no one is dead so I’d say there all good” Peter answered. Derek squeezed his fist harder he was hoping Peter would mention y/n. “do you still see y/n?” Derek asked unsure of what to say. Peter had his back to Derek, gave a small smirk. Part of him wanted to gloat and say yes the last time he saw her she was sleeping naked in his bed. Instead Peter turn with a straight face “every now and then we have coffee” he lied, but still keeping his heartbeat the same. Derek inhaled again the smell sending his emotions crazy. Peter noticed Derek’s deep breath quickly realising he smelt of y/n.“don’t lie I can smell her all over you” Derek said. as Peter looked down he saw the blood running though his nephews clenched fingers. Peter rolled his eyes “we’re not going through this again, Derek she’s not even yours anymore so you can’t be jealous that we speak” Peter smirked back smirking back. Remembering the jealousy Derek displayed after y/n went to peter after her break up. wondering how he’d react to their new secret relationship. 

Peter sat reading when hear a soft tap on his door, confused to who it could be he listened as he walked to the door. He heard sobbing on the other side, when he opened y/n was standing on the other side, she could hardly breath she was crying that hard, when her eyes clasped on Peter her sobs became whales as she hugged him tight. To took him nearly fifteen minutes to make sense of what had happened as she tried to tell him about Derek and Jennifer though her tears. Peter sat with her head on his chest rubbing her back trying to sooth her until she eventually cried herself to sleep, picking her up he placed her in his bed covering her up then went and slept on the couch. The next morning Cora was going to south America, so Peter went to see her before she left. When he got there he found out Derek was going too. Part of Peter was happy it would help y/n of she didn’t see Derek everyday but part of him wanted to punch Derek for hurting her then running like a coward. 

Derek smelt y/n on Peter the second he walked in. Growling, glowing his eyes “so that’s where she ran too, you!” Derek spat with utter jealousy. Peter frowned “yes she did come knocking on my door after you broke her heart what was I meant to do send her away” Peter smirked. “oh and I bet you just loved it” Derek growled. Peter narrow his eyes “don’t play stupid Peter it doesn’t suit you, I’ve seen the way you are around her, flirting, trying to Win her affection” Peter held up his hand to cut Derek off  "well now she’s single and alone, I can make her mine just to piss you off more" he said, Derek roared “stay the fuck away from her Peter she’s too good for you, you go near her ill kill you” Derek carried on screaming threats to peter" both, now in wolf form with there claws out ready for the other to make a move, when Cora came running in at the sound of them growling she dragging an angry Derek out before he attacked a smug looking Peter. 

Peter watched Derek growl and snarl with the same look he had when he left. “I’m not jealous!” Derek roared “I’m worried she’s gonna be hurt or killed if she gets mixed up with you.” Peter had turned his back to Derek, he had to hide the smile he couldn’t stop appearing on his lips. “she already is” Peter whispered to himself not intending for Derek to hear. Derek did hear and grabbed Peter by the shoulder throwing him into the concrete wall. “what did you say?” Derek roared as Peter stood up his eyes now glowing Beta blue and claws out. They ran at each other clawing and punching each other.

You woke in Peter’s apartment finding his note morning sweetheart, the is a problem with Isaac and needs my help if your gone when I get back I’ll call you, always love P xx

It make you smile the small loving things Peter did, you noticed more and more over the few weeks. After an hour you got bored and wanted to go home to change. Getting your coat you went to grab your bag, after not finding it by the door where you normally leave it, you remembered it’s still in Derek’s your rush to leave made you forget to pick it up. Leaving Peter’s you knock at Chris Argent’s apartment in the same building as Peter’s. “Chris I need you to drive me to Derek’s my bag is there with my keys init please” you asked, Chris agreed. 

At the loft you stood outside about to knock when you heard something inside smash and load roared word you couldn’t make out. Waving for argent to come, you ran inside seeing Peter and Derek almost killing each other. Without thought you ran and got in the middle of them screaming for them to stop. A claw caught you in the back of the shoulder, ripping your top and down your back. Screaming out in pain, made them stop fighting. The pair holding you apologising non stop. Chris slowly walked in his gum out as he watched Derek and Peter help you to the couch. “this is your fault I told you, you would get her hurt” Derek said as Peter let out a low rubble growl. Chris ran over putting the gun away, he took one look at your back saying you needed stitches. Derek got a first aid kid, Peter came over holding your hand his vain going black as he eased the pain you felt. Derek came in with a big green box and warm water. Chris took them from him quickly coming to you. Derek saw Peter and dragged him away from you, “look at what you’ve done to her Peter” Derek shouted, Peter didn’t have answer he looked at you with sad sorry eyes. Derek gave another growl as his uncle ignored him. “look guys I need to stitch y/n up and I can’t do that if your going to kill each other” Chris said as he cleaned the cuts “Peter I think you should go, Derek go lay down and calm down” he ordered the wolfs. You looked at Chris smiling a thank you for getting rid of them though you felt bad for Peter going without being able to tell him your okay.

After Chris was done you went to get your bag and go, when Derek blocked the door way. “before you go can we talk?” he asked as Chris left. “what do you want Derek” you say sitting down. Derek could smell Peter’s sent on you just as strong as yours on Peter, making his start his conversation differently to how he planed in his head. “you know if you stay friend and get to close to peter you’ll wind up dead” Derek said low looking at the floor. “what are you talking about Derek” you say. “I know you stayed with Peter, he was so smug! I could smell you all over him, like I can smell him on you and if your bag was here you didn’t go home last night. I know you see him more then the pack Issac told me” you looked at him annoyed “so what if I’m friends with Peter why can I be” you challenge him back “because he’s going to hurt you even if he doesn’t mean to you will get hurt or killed, look at your back y/n he’s already clawed you if stay friends with him you will end up dead” his tone and angry shout. Grabbing your bag you walk to the door “like you care Derek, is that all you wanted to bitch about Peter and get me onside over what ever it was your fighting over now” you say about to leave. 

He grabs your shoulders keeping you in place “y/n, no I wanted to talk to say I miss you, I still cared about you” he says softly. You didn’t speak, you didn’t know what to think. When you didn’t answer him, he looked in your eyes with a saddened expression “I thought about you everyday I was gone, I’m so stupid for what I done, please give us another chance y/n” he said. You looked at him slowly shaking your head, confused, angry and shocked. Derek went to cup your face in his hand when you step out the way. Taking a strong breath before talking calmly to him “Derek you didn’t think about me when you was sleeping with Jennifer, you didn’t miss me as you kissed her, you didn’t even stay to try and fix us. you ran off” your voice a lot lower but he still heard “probably with her” you look at the floor pushing you bag back on your shoulder. “I left with Cora only because you told me you didn’t want to see me again” he said almost as low as you spoke. “but I’m sorry y/n please believe me when I say I still love and want you back more than anything” Derek leaned in to kiss you but again you move out his way “Derek you hurt me, a lot and now you say you love me I can’t handle this right now” you answer pushing past him out the door.

Peter didn’t leave when Chris told him to. He wanted to know how badly hurt y/n was he couldn’t believe he’d clawed her “its your fault she’s hurt, look what you’ve done” Derek’s words ringing in his head. He hid so he could still listen in, looking in the window every now and then seeing his claw marks deep in her back. It felt like forever waiting for them to finish, when Chris and y/n went to leave Peter was going to see her and say sorry but heard Derek ask her to stay. Peter watched as Derek told her he was evil and would hurt her. Something about Derek’s words hit home to peter as he watch the clean white bandage Chris had just applied already turning blood red. I did that to her, me. He thought. He  watched as Derek told her he missed her and how she looked at him not saying anything making him worry shed go back to him. Peter knew she was happy and safe with Derek once, and with him a secret, and not it looked not always safe. Peter walked away not wanted to hear anymore sat on the hood of his car head in his hand lost in his thoughts.

You left the loft, looking for Chris but his jeep was gone. Walking round the corner you see Peter sitting on his car, you start smiling thinking he waited for you. “hi you didn’t have to wait for me” you say sweetly glad he did. Peter looked up at you with a sad worried look “y/n I’m so sorry I didn’t see or hear you come in” he said as he grabbed your hand his vain once again turned black, you sighed in relief. “I’m sorry, I can’t I believe … I’d never…” Peter started to talk fast in panic not finishing his sentence. You reach up putting your hand on his chest making him stop talking. “Peter it was an accident, it’s what happens when a human gets in the middle of 2 werewolf’s fighting” you joke trying to reassure him “and I’m okay now all stitched up and painless now thanks to you” you say squeezing his hand. 

Peter smiled at first before pulling is hand away “I heard what Derek said to you” he said looking away. You roll your eyes about to speak when Peter did “he’s right, if you stay with me ill get you hurt I already did look at you, maybe I’m best keeping away from you. Ending what we have to keep you safe” you looked at him now annoyed why he thought that. “Peter your not bad for me Derek was wrong. You’ve been there for me always and I love you for it, I don’t want us to end” you smile standing on your tiptoes to kiss him, it was sudden and needy. Peter paused at first, but didn’t stop you, instead one of his hands help your hip while other found its way into your hair both pulling you closer to him as he deepened his kiss.

Derek had followed you out, he didn’t know why but he needed to see where you was going. He saw you talking with Peter, he felt a ping of jealousy again “why’s he still here” Derek grumbled to himself tried to stop himself from storming over. But what he saw next shocked him y/n kissed Peter then got in his car driving off. Derek went home taking his anger out on the training bag until he hit it the hard the hinges keeping it on the ceiling snapped. Scott came in with Isaac they had been to see Deaton and found out Erica and Boyd was in the closed down bank. Calling everyone for help they waited for rest of the pack to arrive.
you sat with peter as he looked over and changed you bandages, “I swear ill never hurt you again” he said still feeling guilty. your phone buzzed, we know where Boyd and Erica is we need everyone at the loft recuse mission tonight - Scott. you roll your eyes as peters phone bleeps with the same message. peter didn’t even look at his still focused on you “we have to go” you say although the was no effort of wanting to go in your voice. Peter didn’t answer as he pull your top back down turning you to face him. “we have to tell them all of them” he said serious you knew he was talking about telling the pack about your relationship. nodding knowing he was right, if you told the pack it might start to put a stop the jealousy and hate between peter and Derek. you knew it wouldn’t be that easy but if the whole pack was there when Derek there they might not fight. “your right, we’ll tell them today after we helped save the others” you say standing “I’m always right sweetheart” he said following you out. the drive to the loft was quite. Peter could smell your anxiety build up the closer you got to the loft he reached over and held your hand “stop worrying” he said as he opened the door for you to walk in.

Derek didn’t look at you both just walked to the back of the room. you let go of peters hand walking in “so where are they?” you asked getting right to point, after an hour a plan was made. Scott and Derek was going to break into the volt. Lidia, Issac and Allison was going to a distraction/ back up, you was told to stay at the loft with stiles being to hurt to fight. This was the only thing Peter and Derek had agreed to. “and what about Peter?” stiles asked, “I’m not getting killed for them” Peter said making everyone including you roll their eyes. “he can stay here with us I’m sure we can find some use for him” you say smiling at Peter sliding him maps and plans stiles had brought of the bank.

Derek gave another grow, it was his 10th one of the meeting mostly when you or Peter spoke. “you would wanna stay with him” Derek spat. Getting more pissed off by Derek’s behaviour you couldn’t hold your tongue any more “okay what the fuck is your problem” you shout slamming your hands on the desk. “i saw you y/n I saw you kissing him after I warned you to stay away from him” he shouted back, making stiles and Allison jump a little, you didn’t move or flinch instead stirred at him in anger “Derek you lost the right to tell me to stay away from anyone when you cheated on me! So don’t you dare come back now and tell me u can’t see or kiss my own boyfriend” you blurted out the covered your mouth realising what you had said. Everyone looked shocked including Derek, “he’s using you y/n to get to me, he doesn’t care about you, why can’t you see he’s playing you” Derek said in a low pleading voice. Peter who now was as angry as you held you shoulders, mainly to keep himself calm. “Derek your wrong I do care about y/n I always have, I love her!” Peter said in full honesty shook in everyone including you. Blushing but smiling you looked at him. Derek was still growling “if we going to save then by the full moon we have to go now” Scott said knowing we was wasting time fighting. “this isn’t over” he shouted about to leave. “it is over Derek” you say making turn and look at you “I’m With Him Now! I’m Peter’s you have to understand I love him and he loves me, so you can expect us or not I don’t care but with Peter ” you say looking back up at Peter as he kisses your forehead.

Derek walked out not saying a word, “well it’s about time you to came out” Allison laughed you looked at her confused “I’ve seen you car outside our building and Issac says he can smell you in the lift a lot to it made sense you and Peter was hooking up” she laughed. “oh and don’t worry we’ll work on getting Derek to come around” Lydia smiled as they left. Stiles was left with you and Peter “so you two” he said “stiles you ask any questions and I’ll kill you” Peter said, the three of you started looking into stiles thought if why now, flicking though the scattered papers. Every now and then you would look up at Peter happy everyone now knew and happier to know Peter hale loved you.

Fic Rec Friday  2.15

Guys I’ve been writing a Stucky fic in my head for the last week that started out as a complete indulgence of bedsharing and grew legs (but not necessarily plot). Maybe I’ll actually try writing it down! OR maybe I should commission someone to draw the scene that started it all and just leave it at that. 

Anyway hope you all have a good weekend and that you find great fics to read!

Captain America:

laws of attraction by qunsio, stuckypocketguide  | 23.3K | E | Bucky/Peggy/Steve

Even though night has settled in, it’s balmy, hot, humid; sweat sticks their clothes to their bodies, their hair to their necks. Peggy leans up over the two of them, looking slightly fuzzy from champagne. Bucky leans up too. Steve stays where he is, flat on the ground between them. He finds he doesn’t mind their shadowed, looming faces.

Peggy, biting her thumbnail, says to Bucky, “You should kiss him.”

In which Steve spends his days protesting, working a minimum wage job, and trying to make a buck by reporting. That is, until he gets scooped up by his lawyer, a Ms. Margaret Carter, Esq. Things get more complicated from there.

by realmythology  | 42.6K | M | Bucky/Steve

Maybe flowers’ll grow from me, pulling everything else out of my flesh until I’m nothing but those bones, nothing but all the love I got for you. That’ll last forever, I know it.

Got me all twisted-up, honey. Always did.

Steve Rogers tries to carve out a place for himself in a world where he isn’t Captain America. Bucky Barnes tries to reclaim himself while paying back a debt that he can’t shake.

Somehow, they manage to meet in the middle.

- The epilogue legit made me cry, but in a good way! You’ll understand if you read it :P

All The Angels and The Saints
by Speranza  | 48.7K | E | Bucky/Steve

In which Steve Rogers loses God and finds God and loses God, and also: Bucky.

20th Century Limited
by Speranza  | 52K | E | Bucky/Steve

“Where am I? Where is this?” and he was in Brooklyn, he was on a beach, the train was shaking around him. He was in the plane, ice splintering up onto the windshield. He was in a tank, tubes trailing from his face, from his groin. Christ, he was cold. There was still ice on his fingers. He was in the Grand Canyon. He was in Times Square. This couldn’t be Times Square. Where the hell was this? “Tell me! Where am I, who are you, where's—” —Bucky?

- One of those “what if just one thing was changed” AUs that had me SO INTO IT 

Prince Charming
by Brenda  | 68K | Works: 2 | E | Bucky/Steve

Bucky Barnes leads quite the charmed life. He has a thriving tattoo shop, a son he adores, the world’s best dogs, and a great group of friends — almost all of whom are in relationships. And maybe he’d been the one nudging them towards each other, but there’s nothing wrong with a little match-making. The world could use more romance.

As for him personally, well, he doesn’t need anyone for the long haul. Not when every girl he meets is someone who he thinks would be perfect for someone else.

But then Steve Rogers comes into his shop looking for some ink, and maybe that’s the problem right there. Maybe what he’s looking for in a relationship isn’t a girl at all.

- If you want a non-angst fluffy-ish AU with a happy ending, get on this (the tag used is ‘Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts’ and that’s so true)

Came Back Haunted
by Brenda  | 130K | Works: 3 | E | Bucky/Steve

“I just want you to know,” Steve said, staring at the ceiling, the dark giving him the strength to say the words he hadn’t been able to earlier, “that I’m not – this isn’t about saving you or recreating the past or anything like that. I know things are different. I know we can never go back. The people we both were…they died a long time ago.”

Steve thought once he found Bucky again, the hard part would be over. But the real journey back to each other was only just beginning. They each had a path to take - a path of redemption and self-discovery, a path of self-destruction and revenge. Along the way, they would need to rediscover each other: as family, as friends, and something new. And to learn that this new chance at life isn’t really about starting over; it’s about moving on.

Teen Wolf:

THAT BOMBED by relenafanel, rlnerdgirl  | 7K | T | Derek/Stiles


Derek Hale: has a nice apartment. Works as a reporter and is semi superman? Has a dog?

Stiles Stilinski: went to college in a boring state but with a decent school. Did keg stands. Now through FBI training.

RelenaFanel: doesn’t even go here anymore

RLNerdGirl: back from 2 year hiatus, still hasn’t watched the show since season 1

WARNING: contents of this fic are not to be taken seriously.

- Look I know this is supposed to be crack but it’s actually GREAT

A Wild Heart’s Desire
by mikkimouse  | 13.4K | T | Derek/Stiles

If there’s one thing Stiles Stilinski knows, it’s that Deputy Derek Hale absolutely Does Not Like him. The only reason Derek even tolerates him is because their kids are worryingly codependent.

So Stiles is understandably confused when a very feral Derek shows up in his backyard after a call gone wrong and proceeds to move in with him.

by hoars  | 32.1K | Works: 3 | E | Derek/Stiles

“See? I need my daisy crown or I won’t get Chased.” Stiles frowned. “And then I’ll have to do it again next year. I really don’t want to do it twice.”

The good and the bad of getting Caught this year included not having to do it again and the bad was he’d have a werewolf mate for the rest of his life. Stiles is seventeen. He has a lot of life to live. Unless his wolfy mate has no sense of humor or a temper. Those with no sense of humor and tempers tended to hate Stiles the most and wouldn’t that suck? Being tied to someone for the rest of his life who hates him. That actually sounds like his type of luck.

“You’ll be fine.” Allison beams because she’s a sweet person and can obviously read Stiles like a picture book aimed at toddlers.

- One of the first things I read in this fandom, it was time for a(nother) re-read

Imagine Scott and Lydia talking about 5x16 after they get their memories back:

Scott grabs Lydia’s hand and sits her down in a chair across from him. 

“Lydia, do you remember when Stiles saved your life?”

“Which time are you referring to?”

Scott showed a small laugh and let out a sigh.

“Remember when Stiles and I were rushing you to the animal clinic after the escape from Eichen.”

“Well I remember being in so much pain. I remember hearing Stiles screaming my name banging the door over and over. I remember leaning back in relief seeing Stiles burst through those 2 doors…”

Lydia paused for a minute, she let out a breath that she wasn’t even aware of holding in. Scott looked concerned, until Lydia finished her sentence.

“I felt so safe when he had his arms around me. He always tried to be one step ahead of me, and his chin would sometimes brush over my head. He caught me in his arms every time I collapsed and his body heat would stop my shivering.”

“I remember how close we were in the jeep. My eyes were focused on his traceable moles. I still remember it, every last detail.”

“You know I could of killed both of you that night, with just one scream.”

“Yeah but you didn’t. Even when the mirror cracked it gave me the urge to drive even faster.”

“I broke Stiles’ mirror?”

“Yeah, but it technically wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t control yourself.”

“But Scott, Stiles didn’t even bat an eye. Doesn’t that boy love his jeep more than anything in this world.”

“Lydia, he loves you more than anything in this world.”

Lydia showed a shy smile while looking down at the carpeted floor. The same shy smile she always tried to hide from Stiles.

“Lydia what else do you remember about that night?”

“I remember you guys carrying me into the clinic. My body felt terrible, like this kind of pain spreading everywhere and it wouldn’t go away.

Lydia paused to catch her breath.

"I screamed. I screamed so loud the windows shattered into pieces and everything just went dark and silent. I thought I killed everyone in that room. I thought I even killed myself.”

“But I couldn’t have killed myself… because I opened my eyes and I saw the same traceable moles. I gazed up to see Stiles, he was the first person I saw. Stiles saved me.”

“Lydia that’s what I need to tell you about.”

“What do you need to tell me Scott?”

“The darkness you felt… the silence you heard…”

“I remember watching Stiles hold onto your face. He was begging for your life, begging for you to wake up. He was breaking apart every second you wouldn’t respond.”

“Lydia, I didn’t even hear a single heart beat come out of you. You were dead.”

“I remember getting violent flashbacks to Allison’s death. I thought "how the hell am I gonna deal with telling my best friend the girl he loves is dead, and how the hell am I gonna live the rest of my life knowing one of my best friends died”.“

The room went silent, Lydia was trying to absorb this all in.

"Stiles kept looking over at me, almost like a puppy crying for help. I just stood there absolutely frozen.”

“I thought it was all over. I thought there was no way to bring you back to life. No supernatural tricks could ever fix this. Everything was gone.”

“But it was Stiles, no tricks, no super powers, no extraordinary thing. It was just Stiles. Stiles repeatedly asking you to open your eyes, urging you to wake up. Stiles who was slowly tearing apart from reality realizing he would still be alive in a world where you’re not. Stiles, who was about to have a panic attack you wouldn’t be able to fix.”

Scott stared off into the distance. A focused object crossing between another gave him a blur.

“I knew exactly how he felt. It felt like he was holding his own life, his whole future planed ahead with that person. His whole world shattered into pieces within seconds. Nothing will ever feel the same.”

A tear streamed down Scotts right eye. Lydia reached out to hold his hand across the table in comfort. She misses Allison. And now she misses Stiles. Everything Scott just said is everything she’s feeling right now. Her world doesn’t feel complete without the boy she loves. 

“Why has no one ever told me this before?”

“Stiles and I have discussed it before. He thought it wasn’t important for you to know. "As long as you were alive and still here”.“

Lydia felt a cold shiver headed her way. She really wished for Stiles’ presence because all she wanted to do right now was hold him in her arms. She wanted to grasp his soft dark brown hair in her small hands, she wanted to smell his cheap cologne and laundry detergent used for his flannels. Because for Lydia, all of that was her world. Stiles is her whole world.

"Why did you decide to tell me this now?”

“Because it’s pretty huge Lydia. You can’t just bring someone back to life like that. You guys have a special connection. A bond that can’t be broken.”

Lydia’s breathing started slowing down.

“And that’s why we felt his presence. That’s why we never forgot him.”

“YOU never forgot him Lydia. You were the one who figured it out. You’re the second half of the equation, the second side to the same coin.”

Scott and Lydia stood up from their seats to get a drink, resting their elbows on the kitchen island.

“It’s me isn’t it. I’m the one who’s gonna be able to bring him back.”

“Yeah and now we need to think like Stiles.”

“What’s that?”

“Come up with a plan.”


“I’d probably be a doctor. I liked cardiothoracic but, honestly, I have a huge passion for what’s in our food. The FDA, the EPC, I think a lot needs to be changed. We’re going to look back in our textbooks 50 years from now and say, “The Frankenstein era of our diet.” And then our health problems, obviously they come hand in hand, so I would have loved to have had a hand in, no pun intended, diet and hormones and how it affects disease.”

Playing Games - Part 2 - Smut

Originally posted by sci-les

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 1,222
AN: Part 2 of this series, hope you enjoy it!

Part 1 Here

The bark of the tree scratched against your bare shoulder as Stiles lips attacked your neck, sucking and biting at your skin. You threw your head back, a quiet moan escaping your lips. You were on another pack outing, and this time Scott had taken your advice and scheduled time at the nearest paintball course. As soon as you’d split into teams and took off, Stiles had tugged your arm nearly out of its socket in his haste to get you alone. He’d chosen a spot in between two clumps of trees where you wouldn’t be easily seen, his fingers pulling at the zipper on the front of the camo jumpsuit you’d been supplied with, exposing your thin tank top.

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Teen Wolf Season 6B Episode 18 & 19 Review…

Let’s get this shit over with.. Negative first because the mother of our fam @trolling-since-chernobyl confirmed I was as toxic as Chernobyl :D

  • All this about Lydia wanting to know how a Hellhound was communicating with her. If only they had another Hellhound in Beach Hills - someone who has comminicated with her - has had the connection with her… IF ONLY RIGHT? *sarcasam at level 9000*.
  • The intro is still ugly.
  • What’s with the writers and their obsession with the underground tunnels? Is it because there’s bad lighting? It’s because there’s bad lighting.
  • Gabe’s stupid face.
  • Everyone’s a Supernatural now?
  • I’m glad Mason was calling Theo out. Finally someone remembers how much of a piece of shit he is.
  • The Anuk-lte’s voice…. just…. lol.
  • What was the point of this Hellhound? They introduced a second Hellhound for it only to have like 10 minutes if screentime. Kira is rolling around in the ground with the Skin Walkers over this.
  • The Anuk-lte with medusa’s powers looks like a discount Red Skull from Captain America.
  • Nolan’s stupid face.
  • The counsellor ladies speech.. uh honey.. the Supernatural have always been hidden and hunted. Is this bitch stupid?
  • Why is Sydney still here? She took her exams with Scott, Malia, Lydia, and Stiles back in Season 4. She was there in Season 5. And now she’s in Gen 2.0’s class? Has she failed like 57484 times?
  • Too much Nolan/Froy. The irrelevant prick cannot act at all.
  • Kate Argent.

The in between good and bad / “conflicted”…

  • Scalia. Because I love both and want them to be happy but I absolutely hate the “friend dating the friends ex” crap. So it’s in the in between for me.

And now the good - what little of it there is…

  • Honestly…. “you need an Argent” line was kinda cool - silver meaning Argent / Argent meaning silver… yeah. Even if it was coming from Gerard.
  • Gabe kicking the shit out of Nolan. It’s was amazing :’)

Just one more episode left of this trash. And since what happens in the episode was leaked… the amoun of cheese that’s heading our way it’ll kill all lactose intolerant people.

Safe with me

Theo Raeken x Reader

Word count: 789

Request: Hey, can i request an imagine? Theo taking care of you after you hurt yourself in anger, because your parents are not supportive and dont care about you. Theo cares for you and takes your pain away, can it be quite fully but angstish as well? Thanks xxx

Author’s note: I honestly liked to write this. Thanks for the request xx

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Let Me Be (Your Everlasting Light)

sterek bingo 2017: hogwarts au

this was stupidly fun to write, and it’s my first hogwarts au, so i feel like i passed some sort of line?

also on ao3


Stiles had never had the typical childhood. He was always a bit weird, only had one friend, and not the most normal of interests.

And then his mom died, and he was known as the weird kid whose dad was never home, only had one friend, and no mom.

And that was blessedly normal in comparison. He’d known of other kids that were weird, other kids that didn’t have many friends, whose parents overworked, who didn’t have parents. He wasn’t that different.

But then the letter came. He watched as his father read it over dozens of times with a pained twist in his eyes, then sitting him down at the kitchen table, pouring himself a glass of whiskey, and telling him about his mother. His mother, who was apparently a witch.

He didn’t know anyone else whose mother was a witch.

Then came the packing, and the hugs and the tears, and the train, and meeting Scott- who was no Heather, but maybe could be, someday. And everyone around him was just like him, in one way or another. He wasn’t the weird kid anymore; they all were, which made them all normal.

So of course something had to happen to give him back that title, and it happened his first damn day.

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Why am I seeing some people say “if Stydia is canon”, um, did you not pay attention in 6A?. Stydia was made canon in 6x20. Just because Marrish have scenes together doesn’t erase the fact Stiles and Lydia are, for now, in a long distance relationship, that is until Stiles comes back from the FBI. Lydia and Parrish are just friends. She overcame her fear to save him because Lydia is a fierce, strong women who will do whatever it takes to protect the people she cares about.

parkkerr-w  asked:

Hey! If you don’t have too have too many prompts already how about stydia + “ill always need you” because I love my kids and can’t wait for teen wolf to come back. 😌

“You just got back to me and now you’re leaving again,” Lydia says, placing her hand on his chest. “Don’ get me wrong, Stiles, I’m glad you want to fulfill your dreams. It’s just… we’re gonna be so far away from each other and I feel that you no longer need me.”

She doesn’t want her voice to sound so sad, but she can’t resist the fear that this separation might destroy what has been going on between them for a long time. Since he came back, since she remembered his existence, so little time has passed that Lydia couldn’t enjoy it enough. It’s just the beginning of their relationship, they should be together, yet they’re about to be separated.

Stiles stays quiet for a moment. Then he puts his hand on her cheek and runs his thumb over her skin. Lydia takes a deep breath, calming down under the influence of his touch. She will miss it.

“Lydia, I love you, but you’re wrong. The truth is that I always need you and no distance can change the way I feel about you.”

Lydia attempts to say a few things, but none of the noises actually turn into words let alone sentences. Finally, she smiles a little and wraps her arms around his solid torso. Stiles strokes her hair as she rests her face on his shoulder and closes her eyes.

“So are you saying that we’re gonna be okay?”

“Absolutely! I’ve been in love with you since the third grade. You think I would give up so easily after a few months of separation?”

She gives a loud, silly laugh, opening her eyes and raising her head to look at him. She has dated so many guys already, but she has never felt what she feels with Stiles. He always improves her humor, he knows what words to use to make her feel better. With him, she feels safe and loved; his arms, his lips, his smile, his everything… it’s her home, he’s her home.

“What if you find a pretty girl in FBI and forget about me?” In fact, she doesn’t worry about it at all. The point is to tease him a little.

“I’m not even gonna look at other girls, afraid that you would kick my ass if you found out,” Stiles ensures with a serious look on his face. “I know you’re able to do that.”

“Yeah, I definitely am,” she mutters into his lips and then gives him a gentle, short kiss.

When she moves away from him, Stiles pulls her back and this time their kiss lasts much longer. Lydia wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him passionately, wishing she could keep this moment somewhere and come back to it whenever she would miss him the most.

“Besides, you’re my first love and you will be my last. You’re the only girl that matters to me. You’ve always been.”

Feeling the pink creeping onto her cheeks, Lydia smiles and kisses him one more time. If these words are not a proof that Stiles is the one for her and that they will survive this separation, then she doesn’t know what is.

At some point, this happened
  • Stiles: we need to move right now Scott need us
  • Derek: don't worry I'm going first then you'll come right after
  • Stiles: wha-no i'm the best friend, i'm going first
  • Derek: I'm back for the last season, so i'm going first. And my return is part of Jeff Davis' strategy-
  • Stiles: put Jeff Davis' evilplan away of MY moment!
  • *Prob two scenes later*
  • Derek: without US
  • Stiles: ...
  • Stiles: ...
  • Stiles: show off