~stiles stilinski

The idea of the Shadowhunters (Mortal Instruments) AU is haunting me.

Just imagine Allison as Clary - her father is an ex-’hunter who ran away to keep Allison safe from her grandfather (Gerard as Valentine). However, Allison hates constantly being uprooted and moved from house to house. She and her dad settle down in a small apartment in Beacon Hills. She and her friend, Scott, (who has an unrequited crush on Allison and is secretly a werewolf who watches over Allison - so a mix of Simon and Luke) go out to an all-ages club one night because they’re holding a neon party and Allison really wanted to go.

When there, something catches her attention; a girl (Lydia) flirting with an unsuspecting young man. Something seems off so she follows them and finds them with another young girl (Cora) and two other guys (Isaac and Derek) in a supply closet, arguing and fighting. She witnesses the fight that ends with the lured guy being killed. That’s when the others seem to notice her. They’re shocked; she shouldn’t be able to see them. Scott finds her and she begs him to leave.

When she gets home, her dad is mad at her for staying out so late. Then he drops the news on her that they’re moving again, which makes Allison furious because she only just finished unpacking and she likes where they live. She runs away and stays at Scott’s ignoring her father’s persistent phone calls.

She stays up all night, the memory of the guy in the supply closet being murdered burned into her brain and her stomach churning with guilt after fighting with her dad. Unable to sleep, she sits up and goes to sit in the window and stare at the stars. Se sees a guy down on the street: the guy from the club (Isaac). 

Originally posted by dylpicklesprays

She pulls her jacket on and runs downstairs to confront him, barraging him with questions about why she can see him and no-one else, about why he and the others murdered someone in the club and why he’s following her. Isaac begins to explain a few things when Chris calls. Allison caves and answers. Her father is panicked and the noise behind him sound ominous and threatening. She runs home to find her dad missing and her house trashed.

She gets attacked by a demon and has to fight them to the death. She gets bitten and is slowly dying when Isaac comes to her rescue. He takes her to the Institute where she is cared for while she recovers. 

When she gets back on her feet, she goes to meet their tutor: Deaton.

Allison desperately tries to find her father, uncovering secrets about her family, her best friend and her heritage.

Originally posted by couplenotes

Along the way they need Stiles, a super-powerful warlock who Chris used to go to when Allison remembered her past, and things between him and Derek begin to blossom.

Originally posted by wlkingmggies

In the end, she embraces her Shadowhunter lineage, training with Lydia, Cora and Isaac (Derek doesn’t like her much) until she becomes a badass ‘hunter.

Originally posted by learn-to-love-again1

Maybe there’s a little bit of a love triangle, but definitely not as suffocating as the canon triangle between Clary, Jace and Simon (and maybe they just end up together, all three of them, idk), and no incest scare - just her grandfather wanting to corrupt her.

Assassin: Chapter 6

A/N: Guys, I did not edit this but only so I could get this up tonight ! I will edit it in the morning, so I really hope this makes sense until then. Thank you to all the people that helped me with this fic, I’m far too tired to tag them but they know who they are. Sorry for the late post. Goodnight ❤️❤️

Warnings: I honestly dont know ran. Could be triggering, and there’s smut

Word Count: 5455

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Originally posted by deathcabjenny

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MASTERLIST

A/N: So, after a long time, here it is. My updated masterlist, yay! Hope you like my work :D

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BLA BLA BLA =No longer writing for that fandom/actor/character

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Never the One - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible

It’s going to go back and forth between present and past

Bold/Italics are quotes from Caroline of The Vampire Diaries
Italics are flashbacks
Based on this


ENJOY X


Why didn’t he go for me?

I held my head in my hands as the tears streamed down my face. My heart was torn remember the events that just occurred not too long ago. What had I done? Why had I done it? I couldn’t answer myself as I wept.

Stiles is my best friend but I was hopelessly in love with him. This being a problem since he was in love with Lydia. The girl he’s loved since the 3rd grade which so happened to be the same year I fell for him. 

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Request: “Could you do an imagine where the reader(female) is dating Malia and the reader gets nervous meeting the pack and “hides” behind Malia begging to go home and cuddle while watching Netflix.”

Ship: Malia Tate x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, anxious, cuteness, minimal swearing, cuddling, etc. (If you have a problem with two girls cuddling and kissing, do not read this and lowkey leave my blog) 

Notes: None of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. 

Your P.O.V

I head into Beacon Hills High for another riveting day of class. Tossing my lunch and other useless items into my locker, I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist, kissing my cheek before pulling away to kiss my face. I giggle at the action, already knowing that it was my beautiful girlfriend, Malia. Malia and I’ve been dating for about a year and a half now, and I couldn’t have be happier. She brought me great join and made things easier on my life. As a partner does. Whenever we were at an event that required lots of talking, she was there to fill the void of empty space. And, considering that I am a very shy person, and Malia being a very vocal person, always had something to say. 

Not having a filter does that to you, I suppose. I clutch my books to my chest, grinning up at her. Our height difference being not so different. Malia kissed my cheek and lips again, grinning as I attempted to pull away from her. “Malia, not here!” I hissed but smiled. I wasn’t into public affection, not wanting to draw attention to myself anymore than I would need to. But Malia, well, she was a completely different story. She loved to put our PDA on the table. I knew her well enough, not only did she proudly vocalize it when I asked. But she adored me and wanted to show the world how lucky she was to have me. And, being a werewolf and all, liked to show territorial dominance over anyone dared to glance at my direction. 

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

She wanted to show the world that I was hers and she was mine. I intertwine my hand with hers, smiling. Malia grins back down at me, a simple action that I’ve fallen in love with. Whenever she looked at me, her smiles were soft, kind. A thing most people didn’t get the chance to see. I, being the lucky few. She walks me to first block class. I can’t help but glance at how beautiful she was, pure giddiness and adoration ran through me. Malia caught me staring once or twice, smirking to herself as I flushed red. When we got to my classroom, she kissed me goodbye and went to her class. I took my seat, still smiling from what had just happened. How could I have gotten so lucky? After class, Malia laced her hands with mine, stopping at her locker. 

“Okay, don’t freak out, but there’s a few people I want you to meet.” I took a step back, still surprised by her forwardness. “Who?” She grinned, the smile I’ve always loved. “My pack. We’re having a pack party and I really want to introduce you to them.” My heart stopped cold. I wasn’t good with meeting knew people. My anxiety and shyness has continued to let me explore. Deep down though, I wanted to make Malia happy. She noticed an internal war fester within me, wrapping her warm hands around my face, a small action that brought me great comfort. “Please, (Y/n).” She begged. “These people are like my family. Please come. For me?” I look into her eyes, her beautiful pleading eyes. Malia didn’t ask much from me so when she practically begged this from me, I knew these people must’ve meant something big to her. Sighing in defeat, I nod my head. “Fine. I’ll go.” 

Originally posted by rainbows-are-amazing

She giggles loudly, wrapping her arms my neck, kissing my face, profusely.  “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you so much! I’ll pick you up at seven! Bye, babe!!” She hops out of the school, almost giddy. I can’t help but grin at the sight. Deep down, however, my heart dropped at the thought of being with a group of people I didn’t know, and or associate with. God, what was I gonna say? Fuck, I’m gonna embarrass myself so badly.. I head on home, debating in my head on what I should wear. I spend the next three hours preparing lines in the bathroom, trying on, what felt like, hundreds, if not thousands of outfits. Finally being beyond fed up, I threw some black jeans on with a beanie, a batman shirt, a black jacket and some converse. Casual and fun? Right? Ugh, fuck it. I need to grow a vagina and woman up. 

My girlfriend needs me tonight, damn it. I ain’t gonna wuss out of this. I put on a determined expression, muttering already planned small talk in my head as a reminder. Glancing down at my watch to check the time, I sigh. 6:58. I spray myself with perfume before walking out, knowing that Malia would be exactly on time. Two minutes passed, and, like I predicted, she was right on time, as always. “Hey there, hot stuff. Ready for some fun!” She said, excitedly. I try to put on an equally cheerful expression, but my girlfriend being a werewolf and all, read my demeanor easily. “Yeah, so excited to have some fun.” I pop open my door, sliding into my seat. I can’t help but shake with nerves, my foot, unknowingly to me, continued to hop up and down as we drove closer to the party. 

Originally posted by flyngdream

As we pulled up, Malia took my face in her hands. I didn’t realize how beautiful she was until now, sporting a white shirt with a pair of light blue jeans and some high tops. Though her hair was short, it cascaded her face perfectly. Her face slightly brighter than normal, but I would assume it was the slight adjustment with her make-up routine. “(Y/n), your heart beat is really fast?!” She says, worriedly. “Deep breaths, babe. Look, I know I am asking a lot of you. But- I really want you to meet them. These people are like my family. And I have been dying to show you off to them and-” I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers, almost needy. Our lips mold together in a happy formation. When I release, her lips are swollen and Malia is completely in awe, literally breath taken. 

“Wow-” She manages to spew out. “What was that for?” I smile, pressing my hand to her cheek. “Malia, though I am very scared, half of the nerves come from you. What can I say, you make me nervous. But I am willing to do absolutely anything for you. Let’s go meet your friends.” She grins, giggly before kissing me again. I hop out of the car, sliding my hand in her palm to pull her back towards me. I kiss her again, more slowly this time. “You look gorgeous, by the way.” I manage to mutter to her. We lace fingers before making our way up to the house. The music practically bled through the windows and doors. Though I said I’d do anything for Malia, which is true, that didn’t stop my heart from racing. The second we reach the door, Malia hit the bell, smiling. Hoping she didn’t notice, I tried to hide behind her. 

A short girl with strawberry blonde hair opened the door, with pursed lips and a hard stare. Though her serious expression lightened greatly once her eyes fell on Malia. “Malia!! Finally! Where’s your girlfriend you keep telling us about?” Oh, fuck. Here we go. Malia moved to show me off to the girl who now eyed me up and down, as if she were scanning me with lazer vision. “Lydia, meet my girlfriend.” My cheeks heat up under her icy gaze. I force my hand out, muttering. “H-Hi, I-I’m (Y/n). Malia’s g-girlfriend.” She takes it, smirking back at Malia. “You got a good one. She’s cute. Come on in.” I sigh in relief, happy that the attention is no longer on me. But deep down, I knew that it wouldn’t last for long. All of a sudden, a group of people came up to Malia. Shit.. Lydia takes the initiative to introduce me. 

“Guys, that’s (Y/n). Malia’s girlfriend.” Their gazes moved to me. Almost immediately, my face flushed and I swear I perspired through my jacket cause I was sweating so bad. “H-Hi.” I embarrassingly croak out. A short Asian girl smiled up at me, her arm wrapped around another boy who towered over her. Boyfriend, I would guess. “Awe she’s shy. It’s okay, sweetheart. We don’t bite. I’m Kira. It’s nice to meet you.” I take her hand, not daring to hold her gaze. “It’s an honor to meet you, Kira. A-All of you. Malia talks so highly of you.” The boy who’s hands were wrapped around Kira spoke, smiling slightly. He looked warm, welcoming. “I hope all good things. I’m Scott, by the way. We’ve actually heard quite a lot about you too.” My eyes went wide as I fidgeted with my hands. “Oh, really? L-Like what?” I say, nervously, glancing back at Malia with fear. 

Before anyone could speak, Kira jumped up, practically shouting. “Oh! You must be parched! Let me grab you a water!” I manage to mutter a quick thank-you before she comes bouncing back. I rather liked her. She seemed nice. As I was taking a sip, boy around the same height as Scott said, with a smirk, still piggy-backing off our previous conversation. “She said, and I quote, ‘My girlfriend’s pretty good at a lot of things. But my favorite quality has to be that she’s great with her hands.’” I choke on the water, completely surprised that Malia said that to them. But then again, it was Malia. I shouldn’t be shocked by her forwardness and filter-less vocabulary. Coughing, I clear my throat, completely flustered. “Good to know.” Malia giggled at my embarrassing state, wrapping her hand around my waist. “Between you and me-” She says towards the group. “If I thought she was good with her hands, I can’t wait to tell you how amazing she is with her tou-” 

Wide eyed, I covered her mouth. “No, no, no. W-We don’t need to finish that sentence.” The boy that spoke earlier, Stiles, rotated our conversation into the kitchen. There, we relaxed, ate and hung out. I only spoke when I needed to. And of course, Malia over-shared and continued to fill the empty silence with her unfiltered words. Not really bothering me as much as I thought it would. However, the only thing that worried me, was being with new people. It’s not like they weren’t great, because they were. I was just not accustomed to them yet. I lace my hand with Malia, whispering only so that she could hear, hoping that they wouldn’t listen in or pry. “Hey babe. Can we go back to my house and watch Netflix?” She glances back at me, pouting. “Awe, we’ve only been here for a few hours!” I sighed, pleading slightly. “Malia. Please. Can we go home and watch Neflix and cuddle?”

I continued, fidgiting. “I met them and they’re really nice and amazing. I just need more time to get use to them. I need more time to break out of this stupid shell. Until then, can we go?” Malia saw the pure desperation in my eyes, sighing before smiling back at me. “Alright guys, we’re gonna head out. We’ll see you Monday morning.” I waved my hand good-bye as we headed out. The second we left the house, I sighed in relief. Though, on the way home, I couldn’t help but feel guilt. “I’m sorry we couldn’t stay longer.” Malia looked back at me with a small smile. “Don’t worry about it. I was kind of getting annoyed with Stiles and Derek giving each other the googly eyes. I am so proud of you though.” I asked, surprised. “Really?” She nodded, grinning from ear to ear. “Yeah, you are a rather quiet person and you took the risk to step out of your comfort zone for me tonight. Thank you.” 

I smile, softly. Feeling a lot better than before. The second we get back to my house, I pulled out the blankets and turned on my Netflix. As I turned around, I couldn’t help but giggle. Malia sat on the couch, curled up in a blanket, hot cocoa in hand. She looked absolutely precious. She slapped the side of the couch, grinning. “Pop a squat, babe.” I do so, wrapping my arms around her as she burrowed the top of her head in my neck. “Thank you.” I mutter, kissing her head. She looked back up at me, smiling. “I love you.” Grinning, I kiss her passionately. “I love you too.” 

(I hope you liked it!!) 

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hope is the thing with feathers by ShanaStoryteller

(1/1 I 28,959 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.

“Then he’s facing a burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There’s Mr. Hale asleep - he hopes asleep - on the couch, next to - Stiles thinks that’s his brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man’s chest so he knows he’s alive, but he’s not waking up.
He shoves away his hood so he can shout, “Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there’s a fire! Mr. Hale, get up!” Nothing, he’s not even twitching, both of them taking in deep even breaths like they’re having the most peaceful of rests, and Stiles is going to cry. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!”
There’s a moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent, silent pop it’s all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes open and jumping to their feet. “

  • Derek: Do you want to know how I actually hurt my wrist?
  • Stiles: Yes.
  • Derek: I was hula hooping. Braeden and I attend a class for fitness and for fun.
  • Stiles: Oh my god.
  • Derek: (shows stiles pictures on his phone) I've mastered all the moves. The pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, and the oopsie doodle.
  • Stiles: Why are you telling me this?
  • Derek: (deletes the pictures) Because no one will ever believe you.
  • Stiles: You sick son of a bitch.
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Two Years To The Moon - GameCake - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Danny Mahealani, Original Dog Character(s), Allison Argent
Additional Tags: Alive Hale Family, Derek is not traumatised, Life is great, SO MUCH FLUFF, Fluff, coffee shop AU, inspired by writer’s life lol, author!derek, College Student Stiles, Alternate Universe, matchmaker!lydia - Freeform
Summary:

It all started one fine afternoon at Stiles’s favorite coffee shop.

Imagine Stiles growing up with a major crush on either (olcer) Anakin or Luke Skywalker (or both) but he kept is secret because he didn’t want anyone to judge him, then when he finally starts dating Derek he’s like “Now it all makes sense!”

Originally posted by soryntea