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The Raid

I woke up at 5.30 and couldn’t fall back to sleep, so I fell into Sterek feels instead. Thought I’d try to make some sense of the story it looks like they’re telling (possibly a futile attempt, but…)

I’m on mobile, so no read more, sorry!


T rating


It had taken Stiles a while to get comfortable leaving his phone on silent when he was in the middle of something; the idea of being unreachable, or worse, unaware of the current threat had haunted him for months. The reality of being almost 3,000 miles away eventually sunk in and he was able to accept being temporarily out of the loop when he needed to focus. It was equal parts terrifying and freeing, a sort of nauseating relief.

So when he sees a missed call from Chris Argent after his last class before break, his heart drops immediately into his stomach. The voice-mail is maddeningly vague, but before it’s even over Stiles is shoving a few last essentials into his mostly packed duffel bag and impatiently waiting the handful of seconds for Chris to pick up his phone.

Chris has barely gotten a “Stiles” out before Stiles rushes out “What’s going on?”

Thankfully, Chris doesn’t waste time with pleasantries. “There’s a rumor that there’ll be an FBI raid at a location I’ve been looking into for some possible illegal hunting. Can you see what you find out from whatever contacts you’ve made there?”

“Yeah, of course. Give me a couple hours. Do we know when it’s supposed to be happening?”

“Week from last Friday, so what, few days from now,” Stiles feels overwhelmingly sorry for Chris, the man must be pushing himself hard if he’s losing track of the days. “I’m not sure what their interest is, possibly a human trafficking angle,” Stiles’ stomach clenches at that. The idea of it so abhorrent it makes him shiver; the fact that hunters are involved, and therefore some of the people involved are likely to be werewolves adds an extra layer of disgust, a too vivid picture of Erica, Boyd,and Derek at the mercy of unhinged hunters flashes in his head and his whole body tenses. Chris confirms the thought with his next words, “but it’s not like they’ll be prepared for what they’ll find if my intel is right.”

“Right, I’ll get back to you as soon as I have something.”

“Thanks, Stiles,” Chris says sincerely, the exhaustion in his voice obvious, and Stiles has a moment of shameful relief that he’s not responsible for any of whatever is going on. It doesn’t last long. Chris inhales audibly, and Stiles instinctively prepares for a blow. “And Stiles,” he begins and pauses, reluctance and regret clear in his voice and in the short silence, “You should know that there’s a Beacon Hills connection to whatever we’re walking into.” Before Stiles can demand more, Chris adds an apologetic “I don’t know more than that right now, but I’m looking into it.”

Stiles drops onto his crappy dorm mattress, the weight of the information making his legs buckle. Stiles chokes out “I’ll call you back tonight,” and hangs up.

The call to Rafael McCall takes an eternity to connect, so when he finally answers, Stiles doesn’t wait for a greeting. “I need to know everything you know about a possible human trafficking raid happening in a few days that has a connection to Beacon Hills.”

“Hello to you, too, Stiles,” Rafael says in that condescending way he has always addressed others with, and Stiles is reminded that despite the man having put in a good word for him at the FBI, he was a first class asshole.

Stiles grits his teeth and manages a “Please,” letting his panic color his voice and hoping Mr McCall is having a day where he’s capable of basic human compassion.

He gets lucky, because Rafael responds with “I’ll see what I can find out, but no promises.”

“Fair enough, but I need it tonight.”

Rafael sighs, but agrees, and Stiles disconnects the call. Stiles spends the next two hours on the computer, finding everything he can on human trafficking, reaching out to contacts for information on hunters who’ve gone off the rails, and wishing Danny was there to help him find a backdoor into government files.

When Rafe calls back with a time and place, Stiles has a frustratingly small list of notes, but at least he has confirmation to pass along to Chris. Rafael has managed to get himself assigned to the team going on the raid, citing his “personal interest,” and Stiles manages not to scoff at the idea that the man has any real connection to Beacon Hills or its inhabitants. Still, Stiles says a sincere “Thank you,” before he tells Rafael firmly “I’m going with you.”

Rafe sighs out a resigned “I figured you’d say that. You’ll have a seat in my vehicle, otherwise I know you’ll just show up on your own.”

He’s not wrong. “Thank you,” he repeats, this time, he says goodbye befits hanging up to call Chris.


Sitting in the government issue black SUV while FBI agents move with surprising stealth to prepare to storm the building is excruciating. Being told to stay in the car isn’t surprising, but it makes him feel anxious and angry and helpless all the same.

While the agents surround the building, a familiar figure approaches Stiles’ car. Stiles barely restrains himself from hugging Chris,the relief at seeing him, at seeing someone from home, from his life in Beacon Hills, from his pack of misfits, is almost staggering.

He settles for a nod of greeting and gratefully accepts Chris’ hand on his shoulder, letting the weight of it ground him.

“Stiles,” Chris says, clearly unsurprised at seeing him there, but decidedly unhappy about it. “I know you couldn’t, but damn do I wish you’d stayed away from this, kid. I’m sorry for dragging you back into this shitshow.” Stiles can see Allison’s ghost in Chris’s eyes, and it hurts in a way he knows it always will.

“I don’t think I could really stay out. Not forever,” he tries to reassure Chris. “Plus, if I could’ve helped and I didn’t, I’d never forgive myself.” Chris squeezes his shoulder, but his face draws tight.

“We’re moving in as soon as the FBI does, hoping the chaos gives us some cover. I wish they weren’t watching this place, so we could’ve moved in as soon as we found this place,” Chris says as he drops his hand to check his weapon. Before he turns to move into position, he levels Stiles with a sympathetic look. “I don’t want to tell you, but you should know, Derek is in there.”

Stiles freezes, he can’t feel his hands for a moment, but uses his thumb to count off his fingers, hoping with all he has that this is all a bad dream. There are only five fingers, and Stiles feels icy dread rushing through his veins. Chris’s voice pulls him from the edge of panic, “Whatever you do, be careful,” he says, the words heavy between them but a strange comfort nonetheless as Chris pats his shoulder again and walks away with practiced silence.

It takes Stiles less than 30 seconds to make a plan. With determination and likely ill advised bravery, honed over two plus years of fighting monsters–human and supernatural alike–he turns on the radio scanner in the SUV and assesses the unassuming old warehouse for a good entry point.


When he finds Derek, he almost cries when Derek looks up from where he’s sagged against a crumbling wall, a complicated mix of emotions playing across his face. Derek chokes out “Stiles?” and despite the confusion in his voice, hearing his name from Derek’s mouth again is incredible.

Stiles takes in the room as he walks through it, a standard villain’s lair except for the heavy chains bolted to the walls, floor, and disturbingly, the ceiling. And the IVs filled with what Stiles assumes is a wolfsbane solution, considering there’s one in Derek’s arm. Anger and relief swirl around in his brain as he moves to Derek’s side, pulling the IV from his arm with disgusted satisfaction.

He’s restrained, but thankfully only by heavy leather cuffs–laced with more wolfsbane, judging by the reddened skin on Derek’s wrists. Stiles takes Derek’s hands, one at a time, removing the cuffs carefully and tossing them away.

“Hey, Der,” he says, cupping Derek’s face with one hand and resting the other on his shoulder. “Not quite the reunion we were planning, big guy, but we need to get the hell out of here, okay?”

Derek is worryingly quiet, eyes glassy from the drugs in his system, a look of shock and something like awe on his face. “Hey,” Stiles pats Derek’s cheek, not willing to slap him to awareness while he’s been so abused. “Derek, we need to go, are you with me?” His thumb traces Derek’s cheek as he pleads and tries to calculate how far he can carry Derek before he can’t anymore. “Der, c’mon, let’s go, c’mon. Please.”

Derek closes his eyes tightly for a second, and when he opens them again they’re clearer. Stiles fights the urge to sag against him in relief, but it’s a near thing.

“Yeah,” Derek says, voice raw (Stiles willfully ignores the knowledge that that means Derek’s likely been screaming for long hours, over however many days). “Yeah, I’m with you. I’m with you. Let’s go.”

Stiles breathes out heavily and gratefully, standing to help pull Derek off the floor. Derek stumbles, the wolfsbane making his movements unsteady, but Stiles catches him. He drapes Derek’s arm over his shoulder, gripping his forearm firmly and wrapping his free arm around Derek’s middle. They both hold on to each other tightly.

They make it into the hallway just as a team of FBI agents run down it in the opposite direction. Stiles is grateful for the vest Rafael had given him to wear, as not a single agent gives him a second glance.

Derek grips Stiles’ shirt as they struggle down the dim corridor, Stiles pulls him closer in response, taking more of his weight as Derek slips. He’d had to leave Derek once, and it had torn him apart; he wouldn’t be leaving him again.

They just had to get to Rafael’s car, then Stiles could get them both far away from this nightmare. Mr McCall will understand.

A road trip should give Derek time to recover, give them time to reconnect, to decide what to do next. Plus, it sounded like a much better reunion story; they deserved a kinder story.

Originally posted by dyjanobrien

Kat’s Fic Recs: Sterek (under 10k)

*Yes, yes the first three are over 10k but they’re worth it!

For @prettyinsoulpunk, hope this makes your week better! 💖💖💖

On The Bus by bibliosexxual (13,299)

“Yeah,” Erica says with exaggerated slowness, “I did like Kira, and now I like Boyd. I’m bi.”


“Bisexual?” Erica prompts. “As in, not gay or straight?”

Stiles is pretty sure his entire mind explodes. “You can like guys and girls? That’s a thing?”

Erica looks at him like, What planet are you from? “Uh, yeah. As long as they’re hot, I don’t care what gender they are.” She pokes him in the side, and he jumps. He’s always been ticklish, and unfortunately Erica knows it. “What about you? You ever like guys, Stilinski?”

In which Stiles and Derek ride the bus to school together, and there are bisexual awakenings.

You’ll Grow Into Your Skin by crossroadswrite (11,847)

“So funny story,” Stiles winces, “Remember when I joked you couldn’t get me pregnant?”

Derek nods his head. He remembers pretty much everything from that day.

“Right,” Stiles bobs his head, stops himself and does a little ta-da gesture towards Jacy, “Surprise?”

This is honestly so so cute and heartwarming. I don’t read much mpreg but this was so good and I recommend it 100%.

Word By Word by Cobrilee (11,843)

The first time Derek sees the words, he’s had a really shitty day. Laura was on his case again, all in the name of sisterly love, of course, and Cora was wielding her usual acerbic wit like a rapier. He’d gotten to the scene of a shooting too late and the victim had died before Derek could call for an ambulance. His Camaro had gotten a flat and while he was attempting to change the tire on the side of the road, someone drove by and sent a wave of muddy water arcing, drenching him, and he was cold, muddy, and miserable.

Then, as he was sliding into the front seat after toweling off as best as he could, he felt something prickling on his arm and glanced down. Shaky, thin lines began appearing, little by little, and he could do no more than stare as the infamous phrase formed on his arm.

Are you 18?

‘Til It Hurts or Bleeds or Fades by WeAreTheCyclones (10,731)

“For the peace and happiness of our friends, and that of Beacon Hills at large, can you please give us a warning if you two are ever headed for a nuclear fallout?”

Stiles scoffs. “What are you talking about?”

“The tension between you two rises with each passing year. For awhile there, it seemed to be turning into the sexy kind, but now it feels more like the murder kind.”

No Day But Today by fauvistfly (9,527)

“If you don’t change it successfully, you’ll be doomed to repeat it,” Deaton says, his face impassive despite the seriousness of his words.

“Repeat the day?” Stiles parrots, trying to wrap his head around what they’re attempting to do, the ridiculousness of his life and how it now involves time travel.

in which things in Beacon Hills are so bad that Deaton sends Stiles back in time to stop Kate from manipulating Derek and causing the death of the Hale family. The catch: Stiles only has 24 hours to change the course of the future, or he’ll be stuck repeating that same day until he gets it right. What will be enough to keep Derek away from Kate?

Where Others Fade Away by pr1nc3ssp34ch (9,054)

When the name Grzegorz tattoos itself across Derek’s wrist in neat, thin strokes, his mother pats him on the head in sympathy and Laura laughs so hard she has to go to her room, the sound echoing down the hall as she goes. When it stays there for six years and no such Grzegorz appears, Derek seriously considers moving to Poland.

Meanwhile, on Stiles’ eighteenth birthday when Derek crawls onto his skin, untidy and volatile, Lydia shrieks in sudden realization, and Jackson looks so entirely offended that even Danny can’t kiss him back to normal.

just the touch of a hand by scepticallyopenminded (8,591)

Things – as things often do in Stiles’ life – get a little crazy (a lot crazy) when, a couple of weeks before his seventeenth birthday, he wakes up to – not a wolf, but an amount of naked flesh, cuddled up to him where Dude fell asleep the night before. Stiles screams, a bit, flopping around and falling out of his bed, getting to his knees to see a naked – Derek Hale, sitting up on his bed, eyes wide. He seems to realize something a second later, because he glances down at himself and squeaks, pulling sheets up around him just as Stiles’ dad opens the door.

36 Questions by Leslie_Knope (8,071)

“So I’m doing my senior psych thesis on friendships,” Erica says, not-so-accidentally elbowing Derek in the ribs as she turns to face Stiles. “How they develop, how intimacy is fostered, stuff like that.”

“That’s cool,” Stiles says agreeably. “What’s our part?”

“Well, I can’t really tell you the point because that would influence the results. But it’s a set of 36 questions that you have to ask each other.”

“Just the two of us?” Derek chimes in, finally, and Stiles sighs.

“Okay, dude,” he says, making a face, “could you try not to look quite so offended? Like, my ego’s pretty strong, but come on, man.”

Of Glasses And Lacrosse Sticks by charlesdk (6,810)

“Okay, how 'bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don’t believe I’m genuinely interested in you, then I’ll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?”

Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”

It’s Always Been You by charlesdk (6,085)

Stiles’ love life was practically non-existing, always had been. He was always terrible at picking up clues when people hit on him (it had happened, Erica had been witness to it and had been the one to let him know it was happening in the first place) because he never expected anyone to do so.

He wasn’t the most desirable guy around, he knew that. He was loud, extremely nerdy, never knew when to stop talking, not exactly much of a looker if you asked him, the list was endless.

Point was, he never did know when someone was flirting with him. Which was probably how he ended up in the fight that would change his life for the better.

One Year Down by haleofStilesheart (5,854)

Derek had never celebrated an anniversary before. At least, not an anniversary for a romantic relationship. But now that’s he’s been dating Stiles for a year, that’s about to change.

It’s Too Early For This by thepsychicclam (4,966)

Derek loves his job at the coffee shop, especially because Stiles comes in for coffee before early Saturday morning lacrosse practices. The problem is that Derek is too shy to do anything about his crush, and the situation is not helped by the rivalry between the basketball and lacrosse teams.

I Didn’t Know That I Was Starving (til I tasted you) by LadySlytherin (4,481)

Derek - who lives in New York with his older sister, Laura - is back in Beacon Hills, visiting his parents and younger sister for Christmas, when everything changes. Cora invites friends over while their parents are visiting other family, Derek drinks something he didn’t know he shouldn’t have, and things get a little out of control.

Misunderstandings abound, secrets are spilled, and in the end all it takes to find happiness is being brave enough to reach out with both hands and never let go.

Hello My Old Heart by eversall (3,944)

It begins like this – Stiles is hopelessly lost in the Beacon Hills Library, which has definitely undergone renovations in the last two years, and he’s wandering around trying his best to look like a helpless puppy or something and sure enough, a librarian in a navy blue cashmere sweater and thick-rimmed black glasses shows up, and that librarian happens to be Derek Hale.
Stiles’ heart skips a beat and he suddenly feels like he’s drowning in something unfamiliar, an ache beginning to build in his chest.
The pack drifts back together, and Derek in sweaters kind of breaks Stiles a little. In a good way.

A Treatise On The Importance Of Not Ignoring Your Date by LadySlytherin (3,490)

A tumblr-post-based fic, wherein Stiles and Derek have a meet-cute at a baseball game. Involves a kiss-cam, Stiles’ date being an ass, and a hot stranger.

Basically, Peter doesn’t survive the fire so Laura and Derek never go back to Beacon Hills, Scott’s never bitten, Stiles doesn’t know about the supernatural, and he goes to NY for college. Go, Mets!

Thank God Your Heart Is Too Close by hoars (3,469)

There’s a boy, (“Fuck you, dude. I’m seventeen. Not fifteen.” Stiles laughs in his memory) waiting for him back home.

Soulmates tbh by bleep0bleep (1,423)

“It’s been five months,” Derek says darkly. “Why am I still getting these proposals? You know these are probably all fake marks.”

Five months since the paparazzi had snapped that photo of him with the overzealous fan tugging at his shirt, five months since millions of people on the Internet realized that the birthmark revealed was in fact, the mark, five months Derek was inundated by claims from people who desperately wanted him to believe that they were his soul-mate.

Here’s a silly one. Rank Katie’s roles in terms of hawtness (@rtracker).

Alrighty. This killed me, because personally, I would just choose them all. Can’t I just have them all??? It was almost as difficult as having to decide which character I would date (a high point in my life), so thanks for that! But first I had to consider my criteria for Maximum Hawtness™. It was necessary. I mean we all know Katie is gorgeous and hot af no matter what. So instead I had to consider things beyond Katie’s perfect face.

Sooo personal style, attitude, the way she carries herself, innocence vs. …naughtiness? Sauciness? Can that be a thing? Sure! Oh, and chemistry and interactions with other characters. That’s a big one. Leaving out the usual characters. So here is my list.

1. Kate Foster (But of course!)

Pretty sure a lot of you have seen me freak out about Kate. When it comes to judging hawtness, I am all for the sharp and pointy. When did the question of wanting fries cause anyone to become uncomfortably aroused?? When Kate Foster asked the question, that’s when! Kate is smooth, seductive and she spends pretty much her entire date with Erica looking like she is ready to rip her clothes of with her teeth. …Yeah that’s pretty hot. Bonus points for the lingering touches and the sex hair the morning after. #shooketh

2. Lena Luthor

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The perfect combination of sharp and pointy and soft and squishy. There is definitely something about her that has drawn so many in. The heart-eyes, the perfect buns, the eyebrows, the lip-bite, the red lipstick… Then there is the fact that she dresses like she’s on her way to view the next big line during fashion week (That Magenta Coat™ tho). Speaking of the lip biting, heart-eyes, and eyebrows, is it me or is Lena more flirty than pretty much all of Katie’s characters combined? Throw all of that on top of the fact that she is an angel and classy af and you can just consider me deceased.

Pssst. If you are for any reason interested in more of Katie being hot and/or my somewhat warranted opinion/endless thirst, keep reading! Ok let’s move on.

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Thank You

Writer: Figgy
For: @myfandomimaginesworld
A/n: I don’t know if this is the kind of protective you wanted, but once I started writing, this is what came out. So I hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: idk poorly written fight scene?

“Heeeey Y/n,” smiled Stiles as he shimmied beside you onto the seat at the lunch table.

“Hi Stiles,” you smiled, vaguely uncomfortable. You didn’t know him very well, but you certainly knew of him. Finstock was never one to keep quiet, despite telling everyone else to “shut it”. Anyone who has had a class with Finstock has heard the story of the “kid who wrote an essay on the history of male circumcision” instead of the actual economics exam.

“So what are you?” Blatancy. Charming. Also, what?

“Stiles, you can’t just ask people what they are,” his partner-in-crime murmured, aghast. “I’m Scott.” Hand extended, you stared it, only because you didn’t know what else to do with his hand extended towards you. You weren’t big on physical contact with strangers.

“Scott says you smell different,” Stiles continues, seemingly unaware of his words.

“I… smell?” You ask, pulling at a strand of hair and pulling it to your face to inhale. Smells normal. This couldn’t be about… could it?

“Excuse him,” says the popular girl with the complicated reputation. You know she throws great parties, but she also apparently runs through the forest naked, and has spent some time in the local “mental health centre”.
You couldn’t help but wonder what these people were doing sitting with you? But you were beginning to get an idea.
Best to play it cool. No need to out yourself as supernatural if that’s not what they’re here for.

“You’re new here, we get it,” smiles Danny the friend you made in computer science earlier. “But this is Beacon Hills.”

A large crowd of people end up surrounding you at your lunch table. The blonde that was sick and now kicks ass, the strong silent guy that goes everywhere with her, a guy with a flashy smile and scarf, a few kids in the grade below you, your history teacher’s daughter, the girl you heard growling in math class, the other lacrosse team co-captain, and the girl in your English class who leant you a pencil earlier and said “I’m just paying it forward,” when you thanked her.
They all seemed friendly enough, but this… this was weird, right? Making friends at a new school is never this easy, right?

Something was definitely off.

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lost-lullabies  asked:

Sterek neighbor fic prompt!! Any prompt on that list bc so cute OMG but maybe instead of dog biting it's dog licking / being friendly?? Whatever you like I just love AU prompts and Sterek !

since these are from the same prompt, i’m just combining them into the same fic :)

Derek is exhausted.

Between work, his sisters, and trying to have some semblance of a social life? It’s a wonder he hasn’t keeled over yet.

For the past few weeks, his world has been a constant tangle of dealing with students trying to hand in last-minute papers, spending half his time grading said papers, listening to sob stories about why those who haven’t been turning in assignments all quarter don’t really deserve to fail, trying not to lose touch with Boyd, Isaac, and Erica while they’re in their last year of college, constantly hearing about Laura’s boyfriend, and constantly hearing about Cora’s lack of a boyfriend. Funnily enough, no one seems to care about Derek’s lack of a boyfriend. Not that he has time for one, but still.

When he does get a rare, free moment, he spends it lounging in the front yard, reading a book. And, thank god, now is one of those times.

He’s sitting in a beach chair with his feet kicked up on the birdbath, slowly but surely making his way through Les Mis. He knows next year’s students will gripe horribly about the size, but at least he’ll be able to honestly assure them it’s worth the read. He’s just reached page 569 when a big, black dog wanders in through the gate. Derek has told the mailman a thousand times to shut it on his way out, but to no avail. The dog, who Derek notes is wearing a collar, steps heavily on his freshly mown grass, and is nearing Laura’s flowerbeds when he whistles at it. The dog perks up, as though it hadn’t noticed Derek earlier, and happily trots over, tongue lolling and tail wagging.

“Hey, boy,” Derek says, dog-earring the book and setting it in the grass, and reaching a hand out. “C’mere.”

The dog shoves its muzzle in Derek’s hand and seems perfectly content to stand there all day, rubbing itself against his fingers.

“You lost?” Derek asks. “Hmmm?” He moves to scratch behind its ears instead, because its muzzle is disgustingly slobber-covered, when three things happen in very quick succession.

The dog, whose teeth are much sharper than they look, chomps down on Derek’s palm. 

Derek flashes blue eyes at the dog, who immediately whines and lets go.

A brunette man comes running into view and yells, “Holy shit!”

Well, this won’t be good.

Derek practically breathes a sigh of relief when he follows it up with, “Bad, Toby! Bad! We don’t bite!” He was much more concerned that the guy had seen his eyes blaze blue than about the cut on his hand that’ll heal soon anyway. Though, now that he’s focusing on it, it really is pretty deep, and there’s blood flowing freely.

The guy, who’s panting now, makes it through Derek’s gate and grabs his dog by the collar. Not that it makes much of a difference, considering that since Derek asserted his dominance, the dog has been sitting still and whining.

“Bad, Toby! Bad!” The man releases the dog when it’s clear he’s not going anywhere, and looks up at Derek. “Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit, I’m sorry. That’s- fuck that’s bleeding a lot. Look, my Jeep is like three blocks down, lemme drive you to the hospital. I am so sorry, dude.”

As the man babbles, he grabs Derek’s arm and pulls him in the direction of the gate, but Derek doesn’t budge. The bite should close up in ten minutes, tops, and stop bleeding even sooner. He doesn’t need the hospital; he needs this guy gone by the time his healing kicks in.

“I don’t need you to drive me,” Derek tells him calmly. “I’m fine.”

Well, fine, if a little pissed.

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Roommates (Terrornuckel) College AU Pt 2

Brock twisted nervously in his seat, one hand holding the phone to his ear while the other searched his luggage for his boarding pass.

“Evan, are you sure you can come get me? I can easily catch a cab…”

“No way, man!” Evan protested. “It was my idea to get you to apply here. And I really can’t wait to meet you. In person, I mean.”

Brock heard a scuffle and a grunt from the other end. “Uh, you okay there, Evan?”

“What, yeah fine.” Evan responded, distracted. “Fuck off, Tyler!” He yelled suddenly.

Brock laughed.

“Hi, Moo Snuckel!” He heard a high pitched scream and had to pull the phone away from his ear.

“Goddammit, Wildcat. That was so loud.” He said when he put the phone back. He heard another grunt, and a muffled “Ow!”

“Sorry,” Evan said, getting control back of the conversation. “He’s a fucking idiot.”

“You guys moved onto campus already?” Brock asked him.

“Yesterday, yeah. When does your flight leave?”

Brock looked at the Gate Status Board. “We should be boarding in the next 10 minutes.”

“Alright man, we’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

He hung up and slid the phone into his pocket.

He was on his way from Utah to California for his college. And he was about to meet people who he’s been playing games with for a few years. In person.

Brock was a shy guy, modest in many aspects of his life.

So this, moving to a new place with people he’s only talked to on the Internet…this was a whole new experience for him.

He was roused out of his thoughts when the stewardess announced that the plane was boarding. He grabbed his duffle, throwing it over his shoulder, and grasped the handle of his suitcase. Here goes…everything.

He couldn’t sleep on the plane, nervous restlessness settling in his bones. He had no idea what Evan or Tyler looked like.

How was he going to find them?

He didn’t need to worry. As soon as he landed in San Diego, his phone pinged with a new message. It was from Evan, and it was a selfie he had taken of him and Tyler. “We’re in the lobby! Come find us!” It read.

Brock chuckled, and the lady next to him sighed impatiently. “Sorry,” he mumbled before grabbing his two bags and stumbling off the plane. He was way too big for those metal death traps.

He spotted the two easily. Tyler was massively tall and towered over most of the people in the airport. Evan stood next to him, eagerly searching the crowd. Brock felt the nerves wash away.

He casually walked past them, not keeping eye contact. He caught Evan look at him hopefully, before turning away in disappointment. He stifled his laugh.

Brock turned around, and crouched behind Tyler. Suddenly, he jumped up and yelled “Puncake!” loudly in his ear.

Both men jumped. Tyler screamed and people looked over curiously at the trio. Brock was bent over in laughter.

“Fuck you, Moo.” He spat before his face split into a wide smile.

“That was good.” Evan said, clutching his heart. “I had a feeling that was you.”

He hugged them both, grinning. “Hey guys.”

Evan grabbed his suitcase and led the group out into the hot California sun.

Campus was only 30 minutes from the airport, but the drive took an hour and Brock was mortified by the traffic.

“How do you deal with this every day?!”

“You get used to it, man.” Evan replied.

“No, the fuck you don’t. GET THE FUCK OFF THE ROAD!” Tyler screamed. Well, at least now Brock knew Tyler was the same off screen as he was on.

The campus was beautiful and large. Brock checked in and received his room assignment and key.

“You’re in our building!” Evan cheered. “Who’s your roommate?”

Brock squinted at the page. “Some Brian guy. His address is listed for Ireland. That’s weird…”

Evan shrugged. “Exchange student? Hey Tyler, think it’s the kid Lui is always playing with?”

“Doubt it. Ireland is a big fucking country.” Tyler was looking at his phone distractedly.

Evan rolled his eyes and motioned for Brock to follow him again. They walked a short distance to a dorm hall. “We’re on the second floor.” He told him when they stopped outside of Brock’s room. “We’ll grab you for some dinner once you unpack.”

Brock nodded and entered his empty room. His roommate hadn’t yet made an appearance and he was grateful that he got to pick his side of the room first. He took the bed with the better mattress and sat down, looking around.

It looked like any dorm room he’s ever seen in movies. There were two of everything: beds, desks, dressers and closets. There was even a mini-fridge with a microwave sitting in the corner.

He started to unpack his clothes and make his bed. His parents were shipping him the rest of his things within the next couple of days.

Evan and Tyler showed up an hour later, Lui in tow. The four of them headed to dinner and Brock was pleasantly surprised at how good the cafeteria burgers were.

After dinner, they decided to head to Evan and Tyler’s room to play video games. Brock briefly wondered if his roommate had shown up yet, but banished the thought when Tyler blew his character up. “Oh no!”

“Gotcha, bitch!”

It was almost midnight when Brock headed to his room, regretting his decision to play with the guys. He had class at 8 the next morning.

He stopped outside of his room when he heard music playing through the door. Brian must be here.

But why the hell was he playing “My Humps”?

He opened the door quietly, as not to alert the other man of his presence. Brian was shirtless, bouncing around the room whilst putting clothes in his dresser and singing madly to the song.

Brock’s first instinct was to laugh, but he suppressed it, deciding instead to watch the attractive Irish man swing his hips.

He had a nice ass and the basketball shorts didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Whatcha gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside that trunk? Imma get, get, get, get you drunk.” His voice changed with the song.

Brock could’ve watched him all day but luck wasn’t on his side, for at that moment, Brian turned and let out a blood curdling scream.

“Hi,” Brock said, as Brian clutched his chest and tried to catch his breath.

“Don’t fucking do that to me!” Brian said with a glare, his Irish accent prominent. “How long had you been standing there?”

Brock closed the door behind him. “Long enough.” He smiled at his roommate and extended a hand. “I’m Brock. Nice music choices.”

Brian flushed but shook his hand. “It’s catchy. I’m Brian.”

“So you’re from Ireland?” Brock asked as he sat down on his bed.

“Dublin,” he responded. “I’m only here for the year, but I may end up staying if I really like it.

"That’s cool man. What made you decide to come here?”

“It’s California!” He exclaimed. “All the hot babes!”

And naturally his hot roommate was 100% straight. It wouldn’t be the first time and Brock decided not to let it get him down.

From that moment on, the duo was inseparable.

Brock thought Brian was hilarious, and his Arnold Schwarzenegger impression was the best he’s ever heard.

Brian fit right in with Brock’s friends and often played games with them. Turns out, Brian had a fairly popular gaming channel in Ireland.

When Brock met Nogla in their first history class and realized that he too was Irish, he knew that he had to introduce him to Brian.

He’d never regretted a decision more in his life.

Brian and Nogla terrorized them. Pranks were played nearly every day. They would steal people’s clothes, put Nair in Lui’s bodywash, and turned the music so loud in Evan’s car, that when he turned his car on, it nearly blew out the speakers. It wasn’t until Nogla got punched in the face by Tyler after jumping out of his closet to scare him, that they dialed it down.

“What the fuck is Thanksgiving?” Brian asked one week, early in November.

“Some stupid American holiday where they thank people for corn.” And Brock was actually surprised at how Nogla wasn’t terribly far off the mark.

“Regardless, we get an entire week off.” Evan said. He was headed to Canada to visit his family.

“So what about those who don’t celebrate?” Brian asked.

“I guess it sucks to be you.” Lui said in a squeaker voice.

“Normally, people just stay on campus for the holiday.” Brock shrugged. He, himself, was headed back to Utah to celebrate. And it wasn’t the first time he thought about asking Brian to join him.

He thought he could keep from developing feelings for his roommate. How wrong he was.

Brian placed his head on Brock’s shoulder and looked up at him with a pout. “You’re just gonna leave me all alone for a week?”

Don’t do it, Brock. Don’t do it.

“You can always come home with me. I mean, if you want.” Brock mentally slapped himself. ‘Good going, asshole.’

Evan shot him a knowing look and a grin, and Brock willed for Evan to fall off of his chair.

Brian sat up. “Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, you can experience it for the first time. We kinda go all out for Thanksgiving.” It was Brock’s favorite holiday. His mom made turkey and ham, not to mention all of the usual foods: stuffing, mashed potatoes, his grandma’s homemade cranberry sauce…he couldn’t wait.

“That would be amazing, Brock!” Brian exclaimed.

And that was how Brock found himself in his mother’s car, squeezed in the backseat in the middle of his little sister, Erica, and Brian.

Erica was 12, and wouldn’t stop staring at Brian with wide eyes. “He’s so cute!” She had whispered in his ear at the airport. Naturally, Brian heard her and winked. Brock thought she was going to fall to the floor.

“So, Brian,” his Dad started from the front seat. “What brought you to America?”

“To be honest sir, I did a lot of research on the college and it had the best program for graphic design.” Brian answered, and it was different from the answer he gave Brock when they first met.

“Oh, that’s what Brocky wants to do!” His mom exclaimed and he wanted to grown. “He is always on his computer, playing games or drawing.”

“Mom, please,” Brock started just as Brian asked “Drawing?”.

“Oh, he’s an amazing artist! Ever since he was little.” His mother gushed. Brock put his face in his hands.

“You’ll have to show me sometime, Brocky.” Brian said with a grin.

Absolutely not.

Sure, his sketchbook was full of maps, scenes, and characters for a video game he was designing, but it also had many drawings of Brian. He had done them from memory, as he never drew in front of his friends. He was pretty sure the only one who knew was Evan, and that was because he had been absentmindedly doodling in class one day.

“Hey look, were almost home.” He quickly changed the subject.

“I hope you two boys don’t mind sharing a room.” His mother said as they unfolded themselves from the backseat. “Aunt Clara is flying in tomorrow and will be taking the guest room.”

Brock panicked. Sure, they shared a room at school, but Brian had his own side and his own things. This was his home, and sharing a room with his crush seemed like it would be a lot more personal.

“What about the other room?” Brock asked desperately. Brian shot him a curious look.

“Grandma and Grandpa are here.” Erica said as she skipped to the door.

“Right…” How could he forget that his grandparents had moved in? Brock grabbed his bag and handed Brian his own. They followed Erica into the house and Brock was ambushed by his grandmother.

“Oh my Brocky is home!” She grabbed his cheeks lovingly. “How is school, baby?” She noticed Brian standing behind Brock. “Oh is this your boyfriend?”

Shit. His family knew of course what his sexual preferences were, but he had yet to tell Brian. It wasn’t something he went around announcing.

“Grandma, please. This is Brian, my roommate at school.” Her lips formed an 'O’ but Brock wasn’t fooled. Her eyes had a mischievous glint in them and Brock knew that she was on to him.

“Pleasure to meet you, ma'am.” Brian said politely with his hand extended. She opened her arms and pulled him into a hug.

“Welcome, Brian. It’s so wonderful to have you. Is that an Irish accent I detect? You know my husband and I spent our 20th wedding anniversary in Ireland about 27 years ago.” She led him further into the house, Brock following behind, hoping that the next two days went quickly.

It wasn’t until later that night, while Brock was blowing up the air mattress, that Brian brought up his sexuality.

“How come you didn’t tell me you were gay?”

Brock’s hand stilled on the pump. “Does it matter?”

“That you’re gay? Of course not! I just thought we were good friends is all.” Brian told him, spinning in Brock’s desk chair.

“It’s not something I go around broadcasting, Bri.” It was the truth. He wasn’t ashamed of being gay, but he knew how some people could be.

“Is it a secret?”

“No, but I don’t just walk up to people and say 'Hi, I’m Brock and I’m a flaming homosexual!’” Brock said defensively, standing. “Look, I’m tired. It’s been a long day.”

Brian patted his knees before standing as well. “Yeah, alright.”

Brock handed him a blanket and a few pillows before crawling into his own bed. He waited until Brian was settled before clicking off the light.

He laid there in the dark, eyes open and a million thoughts running through his mind. He didn’t like confrontation, and he hated fighting with his friends.

“Hey,Moo Moo?” Brian whispered. The corner of Brock’s mouth twitched. It was a stupid nickname, but he loved hearing it from Brian.


“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

Brock sighed. “I’m sorry too.”

“I don’t like fighting with you, Brock.” And Brian sounded a million miles away. “You are my best friend. And I really appreciate you letting me come with you. You’ve opened your home to me.”

“You’re my best friend too, Brian. And you’re always welcome in my home. Now go to sleep.”

Brian was quiet for a while. Just as Brock was about to drift off to sleep, Brian called him again.

“Brock… I’m bisexual.” It was whispered, and Brock barely caught it. “No one knows.”

“I…why’d you tell me?” It was nothing he would have ever expected coming out of the other man’s mouth. He was constantly talking about girls.

“Like I said, you’re my best friend. Goodnight, Brocky.”

Well, how the fuck was Brock supposed to sleep after that revelation?

It was well past 2 in the morning when he finally found relief from the swirling thoughts.

By the time he woke up the next morning, Brian was gone, blanket folded neatly on the mattress. Brock rubbed his eyes and groaned.

He decided to take a quick shower before venturing downstairs. He could hear his Aunt Clara in the kitchen, talking loudly to whoever would listen. He was sure Brian was just lapping it up.

Clara lived in New York City. She was a successful model and has done numerous fashion shows around the world. She was also closer in age to Brock than her sister, who was 18 years older than her. Clara was a surprise pregnancy when his grandmother was 42.

He entered the kitchen and saw Clara sitting on the counter, talking to Brian. To Brock’s dismay, Brian looked enraptured. She really was beautiful, with long blonde hair and a thin, tall frame. Everything that Brian liked.

She squealed when she saw Brock and bounced off the counter. She threw herself at him and he was quick to catch her. Clara was more of a big sister than an aunt, and Brock really was glad to see her.

“Brocky! I’ve missed you so much!”

He squeezed her before releasing her. “I’ve missed you too. When did you get in?”

“I took a red-eye early this morning and hopped in a cab.” Her phone started to ring. “Hold on, it’s work.” She placed the phone to her ear and stepped into the next room.

Brian punched his shoulder. “You didn’t tell me you had a hot aunt! Any other secrets?”

'Yeah, I’m in love with you.’ Brock thought. “Shut up.” He grumbled.

Brian put his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m just saying.” But he was grinning.

“Where is everyone?” Brock asked as he walked to the fridge to pour himself a glass of milk.

“Your parents went shopping for a ham apparently. And your grandparents went to pick up the turkey from the farm. Erica and I spent some time on the trampoline while your highness got his beauty sleep.” Brian answered playfully. “I’m not sure where she is now though.”

“Probably telling all of her friends how hot you are.” Brock said.

“You think I’m hot?”

Brock’s face flushed but was saved from answering by Clara’s reappearance.

“Sorry, boys. I have a show next week in Paris and my assistant forgot to book my flight back to Manhattan on Friday.” She huffed and flipped her hair.

“Tell me all about the show.” Brian asked with a wink in Brock’s direction. Brock rolled his eyes, annoyed.

Much of the day followed that same pattern; Brian was following Clara around like a lost puppy, and Brock was glaring behind their backs.

Later that night, he was helping his grandmother with the stuffing, like he did every year. He was happy. This was familiar. He didn’t think about Brian once. He especially didn’t think about the fact that he and Clara had both gone to the store to pick up dinner, over half an hour ago.

He was absolutely not thinking about it.

“Brian seems like a really nice boy.” His grandma said, and he audibly groaned

“Please don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?” She asked innocently. “He’s just the first boy you’ve ever brought home. Color me curious.”

“Grandma, we are not together and we will never be together. He doesn’t like me like that.” Brock couldn’t help but frown.

“I don’t think that’s true.” His grandmother told him. “You don’t see how he looks at you.”

“Looks at me?” He asked incredulous. “Grandma, do we need to get your eyes checked? His eyes haven’t left Clara all day.”

“Don’t get cheeky with me.” She scolded playfully. “I’m just stating my observations.”

“Trust me, Gran. It’s definitely a no.”

“Do you like him?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Brock looked down at his hands.

She leaned towards him, arms outstretched. He fell into them and she hugged him tightly.

“I’m sorry,” and Brock shot out from under her arms. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Brian said, standing awkwardly in the doorway, arms laden in bags.

Brock didn’t even hear the front door open. How much did Brian witness?

“Don’t worry, dear.” His grandmother ushered him into the room, taking a few bags from him. “Where’s Clara?”

“She decided to take a shower.” Brian said, and Brock noticed how his eyes never left his. “Brock, can I talk to you?”

This was it. He heard everything, Brock was certain. And now their friendship was ruined. He shot a panicked look to his grandmother, who smiled reassuringly.

“Go on, I’ll get dinner ready.”

Brock followed Brian up to his bedroom. Once the door was shut, he started to pace.

“Look, Brian, I don’t know how much you heard or if you heard anything at all…”


“I didn’t mean anything by it. I mean we’re just friends, right? And I know you admitted to being bisexual last night but I need you to know I wasn’t gonna make a move on you…”


“…cause I know you’re not interested in me, but in Clara, which is totally fine by the way. But I can totally stay away from you if that’s what you want. I’ll sleep on the couch and when we get back to school I can request a move…”

“Will you shut the fuck up?” And suddenly Brian was in his space.

Brian surged forward and crushed his lips to Brock’s.

Brock couldn’t move. He wasn’t sure what was happening.

Brian moved back and grinned. “You’re such an idiot, Moo Snuckel.”

“I’m confused.” He admitted finally.

“I’m not interested in Clara, I’m interested in modeling. And I do like you. A lot.”

Brock wasn’t grasping what Brian was saying. “What?”

Brian sighed, exasperated. “I. Am. In. Love. With. You. Brock.” He said, pausing between each word like he was talking to a six-year old.

“You love me?”

“Yes, you giant lug. Get it now?”

Yes, he did. Brock was grinning like an moron. He gently placed his hand behind Brian’s neck and pulled him forward. This time, he was a willing participant in the kiss.

“Your family is going to wonder where we are.” Brian offered, his words a whisper against Brock’s lips.

“Let them.”

20 reasons why I love Superman

In order to celebrate Superman Day today, June 12th, I decided to share with all of you a list of 20 reasons why I love Superman.

But before I start I must say that the order displayed here does not mean any type of preference. I love everything about Supes. Therefore, these 20 reasons are parts of a whole.

So let’s go…

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Allison- I’m Not

Request-  Imagine being the Alpha from a rival pack and you end up falling for Allison

A/N- Next up is a Liam imagine. 

You set your tray down at an empty table in the corner of the cafeteria, one that had a perfect view of the one where Scott and his pack were currently sitting. While you were supposed to be spying on all of them and figuring out what you could, there was only one girl you were currently worried about. Allison Argent was leaning across the table, laughing at something one of the guys, most likely Stiles, was saying. Her smile was bright and infectious as she laughed, and you could see the imprint of dimples on her cheeks.
You were so engrossed in her that you didn’t even notice your hair slipping into your food.
“Your hair’s in your macaroni,” a voice said in your ear, causing you to jump in surprise.
You looked over to see Aiden staring down at you, wearing that familiar cocky grin. “Were you staring at the hunter again?”
You quickly looked down and pulled the ends of your hair from the sticky substance on your tray, grabbing a napkin to wipe them down.
“Maybe,” you told him, eyeing him in disdain as he sat down next to you. “Am I not supposed to be?”
“In the way you are? No,” he told you, raising his eyebrows.
“Shut up,” you told him. “Like you’re not fooling around with Lydia.”
“Well if you were fooling around with Allison I wouldn’t object,” he told you. “But having sleepovers and falling in love with her dimples are both different from having sex in Coach’s office. And I’m pretty sure the first two are things Deucalion definitely doesn’t want.”
“I’m gaining her trust,” you insisted sullenly, but you knew Aiden could see right through you. “It’s none of your business how I get close to her.”
Aiden looked at you like he didn’t believe you, but before he could argue, you asked “Where is Ethan anyway?”
“With Danny,” he told you with a roll of his eyes. “You’re both getting too wrapped up in this for your own good.”
“It wouldn’t kill you to actually be happy for once,” you grumbled. “You know Deucalion is just going to make us leave again. Then it’s off to kill more people and do his dirty work for him.”
“Is that such a bad price to pay?” Aiden asked you quietly. “He saved our lives, Y/n.”
You shook your head. “To do what? Kill people for him? To make sure we can never be kids again?”
“Keep your voice down,” he hissed. “And you know we aren’t kids anymore.”
“We never were, were we?” you asked. “At least not to him.”
Aiden sighed. “I guess not. But there’s nothing we can do about it.”
You sighed too, pushing your tray away from you as you felt your appetite start to disappear. You thought back to the night you had met Ethan and Aiden, when you had both been running from a pack of territorial wolves. You were all orphans, you all had nowhere to go, and when you finally found a pack willing to take you in, it had only been as omegas. Deucalion had only been interested in Ethan and Aiden at first, in the power they could give him.
But they hadn’t always been as ruthless as Scott’s pack would like to believe, and they insisted that if they were going to kill the alpha, you would have to help them too. They had vouched for you and brought you with them into Deucalion’s alpha pack. You were an alpha too, a direct effect of the events of that night, but it wasn’t a choice you would have made if you had had another option.
You had been wondering a lot lately about what would have happened had you not followed the Twins, especially since meeting Allison. You had learned from a young age that hunters were vicious and cruel, but not her. From spending time with the Argent, you learned that her family had taken a break from hunting for a while and they didn’t do it the way they had in the past.
The tall brunette had changed your perspective and you were beginning to think that maybe you were on the wrong side. Of course, you had always known that your fellow alphas weren’t saints. You weren’t either, but spending time with Allison had made you feel like you could do a hell of a lot better than Deucalion and the others. You wanted the same thing for the Twins, but you knew you could never tell them how you really felt. Deucalion would kill you in the blink of an eye if he suspected any disloyalty, and you didn’t know if Ethan and Aiden would go that far to protect you.
Things hadn’t been the same between the three of you since the night Kali killed one of Derek’s pack members. Deucalion had intended to kill the blonde girl and the others slowly, but she had decided to fight back one night. You couldn’t blame her and you knew you would have done the same, but Kali hadn’t been so understanding.
No matter how hard you had insisted that killing the girl (whose name you later learned was Erica) wasn’t a good idea, the others hadn’t really cared what you thought. The Twins had held you down, insisting that they were doing it for you own good, and you couldn’t do anything as Kali snuffed out her life.
You didn’t know why you had fought so hard to try and save her. After all, you had seen plenty of people die and you had even helped to kill your alpha, but the girl had reminded you a little bit of yourself.
You didn’t know that much about her, but you knew that she had probably been thrust into this life, just like you. She was young too and she had probably seen enough violence to last a lifetime. You just hadn’t wanted her to end up like you, miserable and wasting her life, but she had ended up worse.
You brushed off the thoughts of the girl and picked up your tray, intending to head to one of the trashcans.
“Where are you going?” Aiden asked. “You barely ate anything.”
“I’m not hungry,” you told him.
“Well, I’ll eat it if you won’t,” he said, reaching for your tray.
You sighed and handed your tray back to him. “Fine. Here.”
“You shouldn’t go to Allison’s tonight,” Aiden advised as you snatched your bag from the ground.
“And why is that?” you asked him.
“Just some advice,” he told you.
You huffed and tightened the bag on your shoulder, casting one last glance toward Allison’s table. “I don’t want your advice.”
Aiden shook his head as you walked away, wondering what the hell your problem was. Ever since Kali had killed Erica and you had started going to school at Beacon Hills, you had been different. It wasn’t like you were ever that enthusiastic about the alpha pack to begin with, but he could tell something had changed, and as he watched you walk away, he knew your new attitude had everything to do with Allison.
“Hey, Y/n!”
You looked to your right as you walked through the cafeteria, only to see Allison herself calling out to you with a smile on her face. One look at her warm brown eyes had the bad mood Aiden had put you in instantly lifting.
“Hey,” you told her as she walked up. “What’s up?”
“I just wanted to tell you that I don’t think the sleepover tonight would be a good idea,” she said reluctantly.
“Oh,” you said softly.
“It’s not anything you did,” she told you hastily, noticing the expression on your face. “We can definitely reschedule, I just remembered that I promised my dad we could hang out tonight. Things have been hard for him…for both of us since my mom died. I’m really sorry, but I hope you can understand…”
“Of course,” you told her. “I totally get it. Have fun tonight.”
“Thanks,” she told you, that beaming grin replacing itself on her face. “I’ll see you later, then?”
“Yeah, definitely,” you breathed.
You felt your chest tightening as you watched her walk away, but it wasn’t in a good way. Her tone was genuine when she told you the cancellation wasn’t because of you, but you couldn’t help but hear the skip in her heartbeat when she mentioned her plans that night. You guessed she really wasn’t spending time with her father, but you never would have confronted her about it.
She was probably doing something with Scott and the others, you realized. Something that most likely involved plotting against Deucalion and the others, and, like it or not, you. It didn’t matter if she had genuinely told you that she trusted you, because you knew her friends never would. No matter how much you wished for things to be different, you were still a part of the alpha pack, and that meant you were their enemy.
You stood there for a few seconds until you suddenly felt the uncomfortable tingle of someone’s eyes on you. You looked over to see Aiden staring at you from his seat with that familiar “I told you so” look on his face. You narrowed your eyes as you looked into his brown ones and shook your head in annoyance.
He knew how you felt about Allison. Any idiot would, purely because you hadn’t even tried to hide it. You just hoped she would never be close enough to your other pack members for them to figure it out. You knew that if they did, they wouldn’t hesitate to use her against you, or you against her. If you could help it, you were going to make sure she was safe.

“Why are we here?” you muttered to Aiden as you followed Deucalion and Kali into the abandoned bank.
The alphas were using the empty building as a sort of homebase to keep Derek Hale’s beta and sister locked up, and they had used it to hold Isaac before he had escaped. Deucalion had been upset, but he had figured that with two other werewolves to torture, losing one beta wasn’t a huge loss. What he didn’t know was that when you had caught the young mercenary leading him out of the bank, you had chosen to show them the quickest way out instead of turning them in.
You knew he suspected someone had helped Isaac and you hoped he didn’t suspect you, but if you were being realistic, you were number one on his list. He already didn’t like you and you knew it. That much was evident by his response.
“We’re here,” he announced before Ethan or Aiden could answer you. “To make sure that our guests are comfortable for the full moon tonight. It shouldn’t take long, but if you’re that impatient, I suggest you wait outside.”
You were silent as you froze, pausing in the middle of the large bank lobby. Deucalion had stopped in front of you and even though you couldn’t see his face, you could tell he was angry. Yeah, he definitely knew you had helped Isaac.
Before you could even think of an apology that would mean nothing to him, he spoke again.
“Y/n,” he stated. “That wasn’t an offer. It was an order.”
“Yes, sir,” you told him, slowly backing away as Kali smirked at you over her shoulder. She had never really liked you.
The Twins cast a few nervous glances at you, but you just shook your head and headed down the hall. You turned a corner and walked toward the back exit, all the way on the other side of the bank. As you turned down the third dark hallway, you started to question why you hadn’t just left the way you came in. Just as you were blaming it on your haste to leave the others behind, you began to hear footsteps coming toward you.
You blinked, wondering if Ethan or Aiden had come looking for you, but these footsteps were too light to belong to the twins and they definitely weren’t Kali’s. You froze as a shadow came around the corner and you quickly grabbed its arm, but as soon as your fingers touched skin, an arm lashed out at you.
You gasped and quickly blocked the blow, which was quickly followed by another one. You spent a few seconds parrying blows and trying to land a few of your own, before you finally grabbed the shadowy blur by the arms and pinned it against the wall.
Now that your senses weren’t caught up in the blur of movement and darkness, you realized that you knew the intruder. At any other moment you might have been happy to see her, but the fact that she was there at the particular moment caused fear to constrict your chest.
“Allison?” you breathed.
“Y/n?” she asked, sounding equally shocked.
“Oh god,” you told her. “You can’t be here.”
“Why?” she demanded. “What are you planning?”
“It’s not what I’m planning!” you whispered frantically. “It’s Deucalion. And he’s still here with the others! You have no idea what’s happening!”
“Then tell me what’s happening,” she hissed. “Y/n, I don’t care what the others say. I know you don’t want to be with them!”
“Shh,” you hushed her. “Allison, please. I like you. I really like you, but you can’t be here.”
“Why?” she asked. “Y/n, please just tell me what’s-”
She froze at the sound of your gasp and when she looked into your eyes she saw genuine fear in them. What Allison didn’t understand was that it wasn’t fear for yourself, but fear for her, and all because of the several steps of footsteps you heard coming closer.
“They’re coming,” you whispered, grabbing her wrist and gently pulling her down the hall. “Hide in that closet over there. It’s got bleach in it. Pour it down to cover your scent and…and try not to look in the corner.”
You opened the door and gently pushed her inside. “Come out when you hear fighting.”
“What?” the brunette asked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just, please, do it,” you begged her. “ And I’m sorry you got mixed up this.”
You began to shut the door, but Allison reached out to stop it with her palm. You stared at her questioningly, until she leaned forward and smile. “I’m not.”
You blinked as she reached forward and grabbed you by the shirt, pulling your lips onto hers in a quick kiss. You could have stayed there forever, reveling in the softness of her lips and the fact that she smelled like fresh detergent and something else uniquely her own. She pulled away all too soon, knowing that forever was something neither of you had.
“Go,” she told you. “I’ll be okay.”
You nodded and watched as she backed into the closet, and you slowly shut the door. You headed back down the hall and turned, still thinking of the feel of Allison’s lips on yours. When you slammed into a firm shape, you realized you were a little too distracted.
“Jesus,” you breathed as you stumbled back in the dark.
“Y/n, what the hell are you doing?” Ethan asked. “I thought you were going to wait outside.”
“I-I was,” you told him. “I just…thought I heard something.”
“Did you?” a voice asked from behind you and you turned to see Deucalion striding down the hall with Kali and Aiden by his side.
“No,” you told him. “It wasn’t what I thought it was.”
You had gotten good at lying in all the time you had been on your own, but Deucalion had a way of sniffing them out. It could have been because you played it off confidently or that Deucalion didn’t think it was relevant, but either way, he didn’t mention detecting a lie.
“Well, if you’re done wasting our time, I believe we should leave before the moon rises,” he announced. “Kali?”
The other alpha offered her arm, casting a suspicious glance toward you before she led him away. Aiden and Ethan fell back to walk beside you, but your happy attitude wasn’t lost on your pack members.
“Hey,” Aiden whispered when Kali and Deucalion were far enough ahead. “Why are you smiling like that?”
“What?” you asked, looking over at him.
“You’re smiling,” he stated. “Why?”
You thought back to Allison sitting in that cold, dark closet. She was probably terrified about the cryptic answers you had given her earlier, but you hoped she was thinking about you as well. You wouldn’t have left her there if you thought she would get hurt, and even though you weren’t supposed to, you promised yourself you would come back for her later. And if you were being honest, after that kiss, you could never dream about leaving her behind.

SUMMER/BEACH/VACATION [Sterek Support Package]

What better theme for the Sterek Support Network’s July rec package than summer? Here are some of our members’ favorite fics and fanart that deal with the beach, vacation, and other summer themes. Enjoy!


The Newlywed Game [M] [19,569] Captain_Loki

Stiles is (still) single when the pack’s getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles’ unique forms of persuasion.

Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound…and the two roped into competing in the Resort’s version of the Newlywed game. Only it’s completely obvious it’s going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.

Most probably homicide.

Plot twist: It doesn’t.

I love this fic so much, it’s kind of my headcanon that Stiles and Derek know the ins and outs of each other. Also it has some pack feels and silliness all around. :) - rooming-with-a-narwhal

So this fic is one of my absolute favorites!! I mean derek and stiles are competing against married couples while in a fake relationship to play the game and they just work so well together no matter what and I love it… what I am saying is it is its cute and funny and if you havent you should read it - rocketshipposey

Derek Hale’s Very Bad, No Good (Nice) Summer [T] [37622] stilinskisparkles

“I’m going to kill you,” Derek says to his brother sourly.

“Darling, please, no death threats when you’re off to camp.”

“At camp?”

Talia smirks, “Keep them quiet, at least.”

I love stilinskisparkles fics a ton and I seem to rec them all the time, but seriously they are all amazing!! This one casts the entire hale family (+scott) as addams family esque characters and derek is forced to go to summer camp with stiles made-of-sunshine stilinski and so its all super funny!! my favorite part of this fic is how ALL of the characters interact with each other! - rocketshipposey

Past The Breakers [E] [40729] by thepsychicclam

fanart by Takkun

Stiles and Scott get summer jobs at the exclusive Seawolf Beach Resort, and the last thing Stiles expects is to start taking surf lessons from the hot lifeguard. 

A gorgeous summer fic. The setting and characters are beautiful, the angst and fluff is wonderful and the smut delicious. Plus, naked surfing Derek? Yes please! - stilinskiandthewolf

First of all it is hand-drawn?! Which is so awesome, it is so pretty and the style is amazing. It starts with a gorgeous drawing of the ocean and ends with cute sterek all cuddled up. I love it! - rooming-with-a-narwhal

Move a Mountain [E] [69006] ZainClaw

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

This fic is actual perfection I absolutely adore everything about it. It’s got everything you need in a fic; fluff, smut, angst and a wonderful ending. - stilinskiandthewolf

God, I love this fic so much. It’s always on my read list whenever I go on vacation. - @kilaem

I adore everything about this fic! It has biker!Derek, post-graduation camping, and a dog named Yoda. There’s also a soundtrack and associated art to make this a well-rounded experience. - prettygirlbpd

To Navigate Your Seas [E] [26010] alisvolatpropiis

Derek is a beach bum/surfer; Stiles is his new neighbor. Feels ensue.

Beautifully written AU. I love the characterisation of Stiles and Derek and the setting is amazing. I can’t get enough of beach bum/surfer Derek! - stilinskiandthewolf

Mermaider [M] [15517] nothing_left_sacred

“So what you’re saying is; you’re a mermaid princess.” Erica concluded.

“Yes, clearly. That is what I am saying. Thank you for putting it so concisely.” Stiles sassed, frowning at her. He wasn’t fucking Ariel; this was so far from being a Disney movie it wasn’t even funny.

Or the one where a perfectly normal Beach Vacation escalates way too quickly, because this is Stiles’ life.

Hysterically funny with a perfect touch of angst and feels! - stilesbansheequeen

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Sterek Fanfiction Recs Under 500 Kudos - 2/5

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It’s finally here, after how many days working on this! *wipes forehead*

First of all I’d like to thank everyone who helped me bring this to life by reccing stuff from other people. In alphabetic order: accordingtomel (AO3) ||alocalband (Fic Tag) (AO3) || blamethewolf (AO3) || ccainewise || dream-about-dancing (AO3) || erciareyes (Fic Tag) (AO3) || fuchswrites (Fic Tag) (AO3) || greyhoundsgirl || hailtohale (AO3) (Fic Tag) || halesmut || herosterek (AO3) ||  knoxyd (AO3) (Fic Tag) || kolornadziei || pale-silver-comb (AO3) || picara93 ||redvelvet-things || scruffysterek || shut-up-and-sterek (AO3) || stilessredhoodie(AO3) || vintage-bispy || warlockintothetardis || wolfcured and also, of course, the anonymous users. (If I didn’t add your AO3 and/or fic tag was because I couldn’t find it, so please message me if you do have one! Also, if I forgot someone - PLEASE message me. There were so many of you and so much to do, I don’t really know if I’m missing people or fics anymore. It’s all jumbled in my head. :3)

The following fics are all under 500 kudos and ordered by word count. Remember that a lot of people will be recced, but there are still thousands more who didn’t make it to this list. It’s now up to you to make your own lists or even just rec one fic at a time. Please don’t let the injustice of before prevail. I really hope this doesn’t stop with me. :)

I didn’t have the time to find the author’s blogs so I could tag them, so if you know who any of them are on tumblr, please reblog this post and mention them so they can see they are loved. And even if you don’t know any of them, please reblog anyway to help these authors get the attention they deserve.

Now to the fics! Happy readings. ^^

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Fanfic Writer Appreciation

I wanted to take a moment to say thank you to all of the amazing fanfic writers out there. I’ve been reading fanfic since 1999, and I honestly don’t even read published fiction anymore because the talented fanfic writers are always just so much better in comparison. Lots of love to all the writers I’ve met in previous fandoms who have gone on to new fandoms I’m not part of or who are writing in fandoms I don’t follow anymore. I’m currently in the Teen Wolf fandom, so I’m going to rec some amazing authors who never fail to inspire me, make me flail, make me want more more more, and help fill my hours with their wonderful words. I’d suggest following all of them & reading their fic & leaving awesome comments, too! Most are Sterek writers, but there are definitely some multishippers & Stiles/Peter and Stiles/Jackson and Stiles/Others mixed in because that’s my jam.

@ericadays - I’m separating this one for a special reason: Erica is actually the reason I’m even writing in Teen Wolf. If not for her support and the amazing talent she has that led to me meeting her in the first place, I wouldn’t have written some of my favorite works these last 7 months. I really only read Stiles-centric fic, but Erica’s writing is freaking awesome regardless of pairing, and she’s no longer really in the fandom, but she’s writing original stuff that is as brilliant as everything else she’s done. 

@eeyore9990, @sterekseason, @shealwaysreads, @crossroadswrite, @tattooedsiren@deleted-scenes, @bleep0bleep, @ladydrace, @pale-silver-comb, @allirica, @sleepy-skittles, @thepsychicclam, @stileshale, @stilesbansheequeen, @hoechlbutt, @demisexualhale, @the-mess-sterek-left-behind, @jacyevans, @derekslaura, @dragonmuse, @dragon-temeraire, @fandom-madnessess, @bxdcubes, @badwolfbadwolf, @moonlightcalls, @tryslora, @poetry-protest-pornography, @stonerskittles, @cursedtruth, @queerleighinlove, @yodas-yo-yo, @thisdiscontentedwinter, @mad-madam-m, @jennthereaper, @deffosterek, @lissadiane, @bibliosexxual, @cobrilee, @cywscross, and there are so many other amazing authors out there. I’m so sorry if I’ve forgotten anyone, and I’d tell you different things about the names above, but it would all boil down to a lot of flailing and gushing over how amazingly talented each and every one of them is and how inspiring I find them all.

Go forth and tell your favorite authors that you enjoy their work! Leave kudos and comments on your favorite fics! Reblog or make recs lists to celebrate things that you loved reading! It’s a the fanfic writer appreciation day today, so let’s have fun taking a moment to appreciate everything our favorite authors do for free!

Teen wolf imagine - How they act with your first child

Stiles - Stiles would be overjoyed but scared at the responsibility of being a dad. He’d be worried he can’t provide and give you and the baby all he wants to meaning he’d throw everything into his work at the station. He’d be worried he himself wasn’t enough and you’d have to convince him otherwise.  

You sat up at 11 waiting for stiles to finally get home. He should’ve finished at 7 but you knew he was pushing for overtime. Finally at 11:30 the front door slammed. You smiled and made you way into the kitchen. “Y/n” stiles jumped seeing you “why are you awake, you should be resting the baby…”. “Is fine” you silenced him “its my husband I’m worried about”. Stiles look exhausted. Pale, skinny and with bags under his eyes you frowned as you looked at his face. Stiles sighed “I’m fine y/n I’m doing this for a good reason”. “Stiles theres no good reason for you to over work yourself like this”. Stiles shook his head “i need to provide for you especially now”. “Were fine, we’ve always been fine stiles!” You said your voice rising “youve got a promotion and thats great! When i go back to work we will have enough money”. “But you shouldnt have to!” Stiles said standing up “you shouldn’t have to go back to work early and leave the baby with your dad, you shouldn’t have to be living in a flat rather than a house or have to sell your car, the baby deserves nice toys and books and you deserved a proper honey moon and fancy wedding not just what we can afford! You deserve so much more than what i can give you!” Stiles finished tears in his eyes “I’m sorry y/n I’m just not good enough to give you the life you need so if i work hard enough i can get an increased salary ad we can maybe have the life you deserve”. “What the hell..” You started angrily “makes you think my life isn’t already complete with you already in it?”. Stiles looked at you speechless “well…”. “No stiles with you, my life is already perfect! My husband is a sweet intelligent endearing man with the kindest personality and the hottest body thanks to his sports skills, your literally a hero saving how many lifes from wendigos and kanimas, you saved lydia, malia, erica, cora, scott, derek…the list goes on and on! Not to mention you’ve saved me”. “I didnt save you” stiles whispered looking down. “You did” you smiled taking his hand “you did from the second we met and i don’t want a life with fancy cars or a big house all i want is you! And the babies not going to care either, your going to be the best dad ever and your more than enough for both of us”. Stiles smiled up at you “thanks y/n”. “No problem” you grinned “now let me cook you something?”. Stiles shook his head when his stomach growled “you are the best wife ever”. “I know” you smirked kissing him “and don’t you forget it”.

Scott - Scott would be like an excited puppy literally counting the minutes until your due date. He’d read all the books and attend every parent class determined to be the best dad. 

“Hey y/n” scott called happily as you entered your bedroom. “What?” You asked waddling over to the bathroom. “In my book I’ve just found out that babies can swim when they’re newborn, who would’ve thought it!”. “Wow Scott” you said sarcastically putting your night cream on “lets totally try that!”. “Really?” Scott asked excited and you rolled your eyes “no not really?”. Scott sighed “fine i guess it is dangerous also guess what!”. “What?” You asked putting the cream away". “Did you know babies can get cradle cap? Its like dandruff but really bad so we have to be really careful with her head and make sure we used special shampoo for her, i looked it up on the Internet and they said the bests ones this organic type so i looked around and found a deal where we can get 80 bottles for $60! $60 thats it! Amazing right!? So i bought us 240 bottles just to be on the safe side, they’re coming tomorrow…”. “What?” You laughed sitting down next to him in bed “240 bottles of baby shampoo!”. “Well yeah” he smiled putting blankets over you “its the best kind and the more were prepared then the better it will be” he carried on putting more blankets over you until you grabbed his hand. “Scott honey I’m boiling please no more blankets!”. Scott immediately stopped “ow your warm? The book said that might happen, want me to open a window? Or get you a fan or i can get you your comfy shorts instead of those bottom….”. “Scott I’m fine” you laughed “now please come back to bed, put the book down and can we talk about something else?”. “Sorry I’m so excited i just want to be prepared, anyway how was your day?”. You grinned as Scott still securely placed an arm around you, the thought of your unborn child never leaving his mind and the smile it caused not leaving his face. 

Isaac - Isaac wouldn’t know what to expect but he’d be excited to be a good dad to your child unlike his father. He’d get emotional over the thought of your child and cant help a tear when he holds them for the first time.  

You smiled as Scott passed you your daughter back “shes beautiful”. “I know, i just cant wait for Isaac to see her. You gone into labour while you were at scotts and had given birth so quickly there wasnt time to take you to the hospital or call isaac. “Stiles said they werent far..”. As if on cue the door swung open and isaac ran into the room. “Y/n” he called “y/n”. He sensed you and ran into the living room. He frozen when he saw the baby. “Oh my gosh is it….is it okay?”. “Yep” you smiled “our daughters fine”. “Its a girl” Isaac grinned his whole face lighting up “we have a daughter?”. You nodded “would you like to hold her”. Isaac nodded and at down on the sofa carefully cupping his arms like Melissa had shown him. The moment you place her in his arms Isaac sucked in breath. He stared at her trying to take in her every feature so he could remember it forever. “Isaac?” You asked when you realised he wasn’t breathing. “Shes so beautiful” he gasped tears flooding his cheeks as he held her closer “ive just met her and i love her y/n” he grinned looking at you “i love you both so much”. You smiled pulling him towards you “i love you two too isaac”.

Derek - Derek would be extremely protective, seeing everyone as a threat and holding your and the babies safety as his personal responsibility. 

“Hey y/n” i brought over the baby things lydia was telling you about” stiles smiled showing you the bag of baby toys. “Aw these are great thanks stiles im sure the baby will love them!” You smiled. “Hey its no problem…anyway how are you all? Is derek any calmer?”. “I wish!” You laughed. Derek was protective of you anyway so when you fell pregnant he got a thousand times worse. He constantly wanted you in his sight or better close to him. He had the instinct to protect you and saw everything as a threat, his wolf senses heightened. He wouldn’t let Scott near you towards the end of the pregnancy seeing him as the biggest threat and he even had to tell Isaac to step away from you a few times. “How is scott? I miss him”. “Scotts fine” stiles smiled “he misses you too but he understands Derek cant help but be protective”. You heard the front door slam and in seconds Derek was in your room his Claws out. “Ow its you stiles” he relaxed withdrawing his claws “i could smell someone else and thought…”. “Im fine Derek” you pouted “like any of our friends would try to hurt me, theyre like family”. “Well given my family you can see why id be cautious then” derek smiled placing an arm on your waist. Suddenly his wrist tightenned its grip “y/n why is isaacs smell all over you?” He asked angrily. You frowned confused “i dont know…i saw him earlier maybe it was then”. “You saw isaac earlier?” Derek asked tensing. “Yeah…is that a problem?”. “Yes y/n, i told isaac that you needed to rest today and that he should leave you alone”. You thought to the day you’d had with isaac of baking and watching movies, friendly fun you hadn’t had in months due to Derek. “Isaac can come and see me whenever he want” you told derek “and you cant tell him not to! I dont care whos alpha you are, your not the boss of my life”. “Y/n you don’t understand, anything can be a threat, i have to protect you!”. “You cant always derek!” You shouted “you have to let me have some freedom! Im not going to die from seeing your friends or going to the shops with lydia! And when the babies here its the exact same you have yo give it space you cant watch over it every second!”. “I can try” derek growled. “No derek” you sighed “why are you so worried? I get your instincts but is that it?”. “No…its you y/n”. “Me?” You asked looking to stiles but he shrugged. “I cant loose you y/n” Derek mumbled staring at the floor “you and this baby are the best things to ever happen to me, ever! Im so grateful for the two of you, your on my mind all the time! All i want to do is protect you and hold you and i dont know why because i know your a badass hunter who could kill pale stiles or alpha scott in a heartbeat, but what if something happens?”. “Nothing will happen” you reassured him grabbing his hand. He growled looking down “you dont know that”? “And you dont know something will der, its life we cant hide from it, we will be fine you know the others will always help”. Stiles nodded “its true we would”. Derek sighed “okay i’ll loosen up a bit”. You smiled hugging him “thankyou…does that mean i can see our friends again”. Derek laughed “yes ill control myself stiles why dont you invite them all over?” Derek asked. “Ow i already have theyre all on there wag” he smirked. You laughed at Dereks expression and death stare “it’ll be fine” you smiled hugging him “all three of us will be fine”. “I know” he replied kissing your head “i know”.

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Stoyd Week : Day 3 - Favorite Werewolf Trope

In my case, “We are mates” is definitely my favorite trope related to our furry friends :)

Title inspired by Mates of State’s “Jigsaw”

Before the bite, Boyd already wanted Stiles’ friendship: there was something in Scott whenever he had proofs of the depth of his place in Stiles’ heart that made him yearn for it for himself.

But after the bite …

After the bite it turns into something way more primal, more instinctual.

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greyhoundsgirl  asked:

I saw how you said you did your 30 things before you turn 30, Happy Birthday!, and thought that might be a nice fluffy Sterek prompt? One of them has "tell him I love him"' on his list? The fluffy prompt is a lovely idea; thank you :)

Ah thank you! My birthday is tomorrow (the 12th). :D Haha actually, I had “Go on a Date/Make out with someone” on my list… so sure let’s Sterek my life. Why not!? (It’d probably work out better tbh). (P.S. Everything on Derek’s list was totally on mine…aside from the Stiles-related one OBVS.)

“So you have like a month left. What all do you have left from your list?” Stiles asks, plopping down on the couch next to Derek, a plate full of pizza.

They are currently watching classic movie number 26, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, which Derek is trying to pay attention to, but is distracted by Stiles’s mouth and tongue sticking out to catch the string of cheese hanging off his pizza.

“I have four more movies left, and then about three or four other things left to do and a couple others that are in progress,” Derek answers, focusing his attention back to the movie in front of them.

Stiles chews and swallows while he nods. “Besides the movies, anything I can help with?”

Derek knows there is in fact something on his list Stiles can definitely help with, but Derek’s been putting it off the entire year because he’s been too afraid of what Stiles would say. Erica made him put it on the list because she’s evil and knows that once he wrote it down and made it a goal, Derek would finally do it–tell Stiles how he feels about him and ask him out on a date.

The problem is, he doesn’t know what Stiles would say, if he’d laugh and say no, if he’d be offended it was something on his 30 things before 30 bucket list. It’s nerve-wracking and as he has fewer and fewer items left and the closer he gets to his thirtieth birthday, the more anxious he is about that one item.

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Imagine Scott and Stiles, years down the line, planning their wedding.

And at first, Stiles tries to pass it off as something that won’t be too big of a deal, maybe 90 of their closest friends and family members attending at most. Scott agrees with a nod and a smile and he means it; he doesn’t mind as long as his mom is there. So they make a list of the people that absolutely need an invite: Allison and Lydia, Derek, Isaac, Erica and Boyd, Deaton, Danny if he isn’t too busy, Morrell, and all of the people who’ve been there through the worst and most terrifying of times. Of course, Scott’s mom and Stiles’ dad are a given, but they put them both at the top of the list in big, sloppy letters just in case either of them happen to find the list the next time they come around to visit.

But over time, the list gets longer and longer, thanks to Stiles’ hyperactive mind. He starts to add people he hasn’t even talked to since sophomore year in high school or classmates he’d hardly known in college. He adds Jackson to the list even though they haven’t spoken in years and they were never really on good terms, but Scott just chuckles and lets the list grow, because that’s what Stiles wants.

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You're the One (Dirty Derek Hale Imagine Requested by Anonymous)

It was just a normal day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping. It was the usual Beacon Hills standard in early winter.

You were heading over to Scott’s house to see your boyfriend, Isaac. When you got there, the door was open. When you stepped in you heard noises, like sexual noises. You walked upstairs to the guest room.

“What about Y/N? I thought you two were a couple?”
“Nah, don’t worry she’s okay with it.” You whipped the door opened, furious.
“Isaac! What the hell!” you saw him under the sheets with Erica.
“Y/N! I can explain!”
“No need! I’ve heard enough!” You slammed the door and stormed out of the house.

There were so many emotions going through your head right now. You were mad, depressed, disowned, distrusted, frustrated, confused. The list could go on and one, but you get the point. You ran until you were out of sight with Scott’s house. When you slowed down you began the break down. It was just so heart-breaking that the one you thought you could trust and love with all your heart cheats on you, and not even care. You saw an old loft and knew it was your best friend, Derek’s loft. It was the only loft in Beacon Hills, come on. You walked in still balling your eyes out.

“Derek. Derek? Derek! What are you?!” in a softer tone, “I really need you.” You walked over to his bed, had your knees to your face and cried uncontrollably. Over an hour passed and you were still on his bed crying. “Strew it, I’m going home,” you said slowly. You got up from his bed, and trotted to the door. You started crying again and blobbed down to your knees. “Isaac cheats on me, and now my own best friend isn’t picking up his phone or even home!” You let out a sigh cry and cried even more. Then the door slowly opened.

“Oh my god Y/N!” you heard Derek’s voice and he fall down to where you were.
“Derek!” you flung your arms around him, “What the hell! You never called me back!”
“I heard what Isaac did to you, so I ‘taught him a lesson’ I suppose.”
You sniffled, “I don’t get it, all I do is treat boys with respect and love, but all they do is hurt me. I guess I’m just unlovable.”
“Y/N that’s not true. I adore everything about you. The way you laugh, the way you dress, how you look beautiful when you wear sweats, a tank top with your hair in bun, that smile I love seeing with your perfect teeth,” which made you smile, “Hey there it is. You can list a thousand reason why youre unlovable, but I can list a billion reason why you are lovable,” he kissed your cheek. “Now are gonna let a few idiots mess up your life?”
“Well,” he got you off the floor, “don’t put yourself down then.”
“Thanks Derek, you’re a great friend,” you kissed his cheek. You stared at him for a second then slowly kissed his lips waiting for him to kiss you back, which he did. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his around your waist. You two slowly began taking off each other’s clothing; like your sweater, his leather jacket, his white t-shirt, your tanktop, your jeans, his jeans leaving you two only in your undergarments. Falling two the bed, you two still attacking each others lips began ripping off the rest of the things you two had on. At last you two were naked, making out on his bed. You didn’t want to stop kissing him. He was perfect, the one you wanted, you needed. He’s the one you were looking for all along. He broke the kiss adjust himself entering you slowly. He grunted laying on you.

“That’s better. So where were we?” he smile kissing you again has he started thrusting. The thrust were slow, yet deep cause loud moans to fill the loft. Minute by minute his thrust began faster allow moans to escape. You began whimpering in pain. You were not use to Derek’s size. Isaac were big, but not as big or powerful as Derek. You could a little pain in your stomach.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” he asked stopping.
“Just a little pain..”
“Wait. Are you a virgin? I’m sorry I could’ve-”
“No I’m not a virgin! I’m just not used to you. You’re strong and big than the others.”
“Ha, um should we keep going? I can go slow if you want.”
“Yes, but go at the same pace as before. I sorta like the pain, it means you’re doing a good job,” you smiled kissing him as he started thrusting again. Later your climaxes hit. You grabbed the sheets as he held to the head board. It was silence for a few second until you two we panting as you two were riding your orgasms. Derek’s thrust became sloppy and he pulled out lying next to you.

“I love you a lot Derek. I don’t know how to repay it back.”
“You just did,” he kissed you softly as you fall asleep in each others arms.

anonymous asked:

Any Oblivious!stiles? That would be great, thanks hun :P btw loving the blog

Hello Puppy! We have an oblivious Stiles tag. However, we are kind of shit at updating tags, so here is a really awesome, really long list of all types of Oblivious!Stiles. It’s gonna be off the hook. 

Also, there might be repeats from previous lists, but there will probably also be new ones. Without further ado, here is the list of really awesome, fluff filled fics with Oblivious Stiles:

Monsters of the Green-Eyed Variety by lielabell

1,261  I  one shot


Derek is not jealous because Derek doesn’t do jealousy. It’s pointless. A waste of time. So, no. Not something he indulges in. He’s above all that.

Or at least that’s what he tells himself, anyway.

Nobody Does Romance Like Derek Hale by stilinskisparkles

1,709  I  one shot

Teen and Up

Where Derek tries to ask an important question, Stiles keeps ruining the mood and Erica & Scott are out to ruin Derek’s whole life.

They’re in a damn rose garden and everything.

If You’re Wondering by Meeya8587

3,134  I  one shot

Teen and Up

If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear that he’s got a spell or jinx on him that warns the packs back home whenever his V-card’s in danger of being punched. Every. time. Stiles has been this close to getting it on with someone (and once, someones), someone calls him with an ‘emergency’.

Pining With a Side Order of Courtship— Done Backwards, of Course by lielabell

4,126  I  one shot  I  part 3 of 3 of this series


Stiles isn’t exactly sure how much time he spends detailing the wondrous miracle that is his beautiful, magical gift of comics, but Derek doesn’t snarl or snap at him or anything. In fact, he seems oddly indulgent. And does that weird scenting shit again— this time just his neck, thank baby Jesus. Stiles is sure that having a fully human Derek rub his face against Stiles’s crotch would end in the most awkward and uncomfortable situation of all time. So, yeah, it’s a good thing that Derek just, you know, sniffs and licks at his neck. Because all that does is make Stiles squeak. And that’s pretty par for the course as far as his interactions with Derek have been going lately.

Stiles vs The Anonymous Birthday Gift by ingberry

4,390  I  one shot

Teen and Up

A mysterious (awesome) birthday gift finds its way to Stiles. There’s no name attached to it and all Stiles has to go on is its shiny blue wrapping paper and silver bow, but he can totally figure out who it’s from. All he needs is the help of some highly reluctant friends.

if i built you in miniature by keskasi

6,836  I  one shot

Teen and Up

Derek quietly loves Christmas and is not afraid to wear the sweaters to show it. He hosts a children’s TV show about science and history, builds model trains, and is painfully awkward. Stiles works in a Hallmark-type store that sells Christmas decorations and model train pieces, and might have an unhealthy appreciation for sweaters. Of course he was going to fall for Derek. Of course he was.

Second-hand bookshops are the new romantic backdrops by RonnieMinor

6,902  I  one shot  I part 1 of 3 of this series

General Audiences

In which our hero moves to England, has an only slightly petrifying best friend, works in a bookshop, oh, and meets Derek.


The One Where Derek Is Courting And Stiles Fears The Zombie/Werewolf Apocalypse by im_not_a_lizard

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Derek is courting Stiles in the way that all male animals go about impressing their mates. Giving them practical (if weird, like, Derek gives Stiles 10kg of steak) gifts, making a nice home (he starts renovating the old Hale house), weird shit like that. Stiles is oblivious, and Scott keeps sort of helplessly hinting at what Derek is doing to little effect. Make me giggle and squeal into my pillow anon.

You and Your Stupid, Perfect Smile by Omni

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The last thing Stiles expected to see that morning was the guy he’d been crushing hard on for months standing there dripping wet and practically naked.

The last thing he wanted was to have to buddy up to the guy for the sake of his roommate, Erica, who had evidently started dating him.

The last thing he’d ever intended was to come between them.

Inevitability (About Damn Time) by accordingtomel

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“So?” Scott says.

So?” Stiles sputters, kicking his shoes into the corner and locking the front door behind him. He’d whipped out his phone the second he’d pulled up to the house, and miracle among miracles, Scott actually answered. Of course, he’s not so pleased about that now. “My dad thinks Derek and I are dating, Scott. Did you miss that part?”

The asshole actually has the audacity to laugh. As if this is somehow hilarious to him. Worst best friend ever. “No, I didn’t.”

“This is not funny, Scott.”

“Yeah, it actually kind of is, though.”

maybe then a witch could believe in the moon by kellifer_fic

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Teen and Up

Okay, I get it. You were just asserting dominance. I can relate to that. I do know Derek.

Cosomination by zoemathemata

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Teen and Up

Cosominate - To sleep together in the same bed or similar space.

Five Times Derek and Stiles Sleep Together - 4 platonic bed shares and one not-platonic bed share! Features Pining! Derek, Oblivious!Stiles and a very tense moment where Sheriff Stilinski has been hurt! But it all turns out okay.

Show Me The Way Back Home Baby by stilinskisparkles

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Teen and Up

In which Lydia and Jackson produce the world’s cutest baby, and the pack goes crazy— the good kind of crazy. Except for Derek, who is afraid of tiny cute babies and Stiles who plans to be the best Uncle ever. Even if Danny called dibs on Godfather.

I Want You To Want Me by sweetbutterbliss

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Derek scrubs his hands across his face before crossing his arms over his chest and furrowing his eyebrows at the two idiots standing in front of him. Well, Scott is an idiot. Stiles is…luminescent, and all jerky movement, with big, golden brown eyes. And he always has a plan. Derek is fucked and, it turns out, unable to say no to him.

Badly Timed Boners and A Failure To Communicate by eeyore9990

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Suddenly, Derek is everywhere, and not just in that creepy, Edward Cullen, I’m-gonna-stalk-around-and-lurk-broodingly way. Stiles doesn’t know what’s up with that, but he’s pretty sure there’s only one conclusion to be reached.

We’re all going to fucking die.

A Question of Pack by impalagirl and wilddragonflying

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Teen and Up

WARNING: Tagged for Rape/Non-Con and Dub-con

Stiles knows he isn’t pack.

But why do the Betas keep coming to him for advice and comfort?

Beauty and the Ex by aggybird

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Stiles doesn’t want to screw up his chances with Josh, so he does something he may regret: he goes to Derek Hale, Josh’s intimidating ex-boyfriend, for dating advice.

Things don’t go according to plan. But with a little magic (and werewolves) they might go all right.

12 Cups by Thelionesskim

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Teen and Up

Stiles is a temporary barista at Cafe Luna and Deputy Hale is in charge of picking up coffee orders for the station some mornings.
Some mornings quickly turns into most mornings, and coffee turns into “Hey look, I’m a werewolf and even your Dad can tell I have a thing for you!”

Only By Entering The Wolf’s Den by Spuri

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Stiles gets a call for help from his old babysitter, Laura Hale, after a slew of magical sabotage to the restaurant/gastropub she runs with her brother Derek. Mysterious magical and supernatural shenanigans are Stiles’ bread and butter, so who is he to deny what’s basically family?

Even if it does mean facing his age-old, hopeless crush on Derek again, and the fact that Derek hates him.

I hope you like the fics! If anyone has any favorites not here, feel free to send them in and we can add it to the list!

Love and internet hugs,

Fluffy Wolf


As most of you know, on September 21st, I met my biggest inspiration, aka taylorswift.

Last Thursday on the 17th, I got a call bright and early at 7 am, which I accidentally slept through. Stupid iPhone sleep mode. There was a contest going on near me (I’m not going to say the name for privacy reasons) where you had to text in the keyword TSWIFT as many times as you wanted, and they would pick a random winner. Me being me, texted in at least 1,000 times a day, casual right? Anyway, I jumped out of bed and ran upstairs after reading the word “congrats!” on my phone. I WON. I was so afraid they had given it to someone else, but luckily they were so nice and waited for me. They called me back on the way to school, and I cried on the radio, and I also missed a test but who cares!

I only told about 10 people that I was meeting her, and I finally revealed my little secret at about 5 o’clock on the 21st. DON’T HURT ME I LOVE YOU GUYS. It was so funny seeing you all react because it was so difficult keeping this a secret for so long.

Anyway, we were handed our tickets and the colored meet and greet paper at will call, and as soon as doors opened we sprinted (lol get the joke cause it’s SPRINT center hahahaha I’m not funny) towards the meeting location. This guy with super cool hair from Taylor Nation checked us off the list and then we got our wristbands! We had to wait in line for about an hour, but my friend Kylee and I kept ourselves busy by singing and tweeting updates. The line finally started moving, and the super-cool-hair dude told us all the rules. No belongings inside except for the clothes on your back, leave your gifts on the table outside, etc.

For about 5 to 10 minutes, we waited inside Loft 89. There was a lot of really delicious looking pizza inside but there was a really buff security guy guarding it so it probably wouldn’t have been a good idea to steal pizza. I kept seeing little glimpses of Taylor as other people went in and I about died. We finally got to the curtain before the meet and greet room, and Erica handed us our little card with the information on how to get our photo the day afterwards.

We then ran inside and oh. my. god. She was wearing this beautiful maroon crop top, black skirt, and heels. I swear she was almost like statuesque. Also, her makeup was flawless and just… wow. Here’s the stuff she said to us from what I remember:


*we hug her very tightly*

“Omg! You guys are so cute!”

“I love this!” *touches my paper airplane necklace*

I say, “I can’t believe this is a real thing.”

“This is real. This is happening right now.” *grabs my arms*

“Did you make these yourselves?! (referring to our tutus)”

“They are so… BOUNCY!” *touches my tutu*

“You guys are so crafty!”

“So, do you guys have a pose picked out?”

I then told her we need to be all “cool and casual with our arms crossed.”

“Ok, ok.”

“This is going to be like the coolest pose ever, I love it.”

*picture gets taken*

“Awesome! Awesome!”

As I’m leaving the room, I say, “I hope I’ll see you on Tumblr soon!”

“Omg, do I follow you?!”

“What’s your URL?”

“Okay, babe! I got it! Love you!” *waves goodbye*

We were only in the room for a minute, but Taylor used that minute to its fullest. Taylor, thank you for being so gracious and welcoming towards us. I forgot everything I wanted to say once I walked in that room, but I just want to thank you for all that you’ve done for me. You are such a huge blessing on my life, and have allowed me to meet so many amazing people that I never would have known without you. BTW we also forgot to tell you our names LOL but mine is Paige, and my friend’s name is Kylee. We had such an amazing night, and we can’t wait to see you next tour. Also, I left a few of my watercolor paintings on the table outside–I hope you got them!

With all my love,


PS: If you guys have any other questions, feel free to ask :)