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demigoddessnation · 3 years

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ranking teen wolf dilfs (and milfs) because there's no law to stop me from doing it

a/n: potential spoilers and slight nsfw i guess

at number 10 we have

kate argent

- ik ik, lady was damaged (and hard to kill)

- but i have a thing for knife-yealding, blood-thirsty women

- step on me pls

- would probably torture me really bad

- if i take her on a lasertag game, she would beat me with the laser gun

- knife kink 100%

- minus points for that one scene with young derek 😣

moving on to number 9, we have

mr deucalion

- i appreciate visionaries

- when scott and he worked together...let me tell you i sCREAMED

- probably a gemini

- knows how to keep it interesting

- full of wise sayings

- can and will manipulate my infp self unfortunately

number 8

the desert wolf

- yes, i see the pattern at this point of the ranking

- loved the daughter, loved the mother, couldn't help it

- charisma x100

- feels like she runs a luxurious nightclub on the side and i love it

- cool nickname

- probs a bdsm enthusiast, if not a full-on buff

- she'll shoot me and I'll say thank you

coming up at number 7 is

dr deaton

- what can I say, there's something about the intellectuals

- loyal, dependable, wouldn't mind red wine brunch dates

- we could discuss poetry together

- LOVES ANIMALS

- always knew a way out of the trouble and I'm predisposed to getting in trouble so we'll get along perfectly

- a gentleman in the streets

number 6

coach finstock

- inexplicably dilf but a dilf nevertheless

- enemies to lovers, 500k words, sarcasm and lacrosse dates

- will drag me to games

- i just have a soft spot for him

- awkward af

- dad bod supremacy

- will always love greenberg more than me but I can live with that burden ig

coming strong at 5th place

peter hale

- self-explanatory

- without beard 😐 / with beard 😩

- the "i hate everyone but you" type of dynamic

- hot then, hot now

- probs an aries but I'll suck it up

- not the uncle he could've been but tried to be the father he wanted to be

- honestly has the only acceptable-looking wolf form and that pretty much sold it for me

- wouldn't cuddle for shit but will arguably break your back so who cares

at number 4

sheriff stilinski

- i don't like law enforcement but he can get it, no questions asked

- likes curly fries (yes, that is a valid reason)

- supports the lgbtqia+ community

- will scold me

- has a son with a slavic name and I'm slavic so I'll finally teach them how to spell and pronounce it

- knows how to use them handcuffs

- actually very romantic

- isn't afraid of anything and i have a phobia of needles so he'll be my moral support when necessary

- resting bitch face and knows how to fight

- has a firm grip (on his firearm)

number 3

noshiko yukimura

- please, she owns season 3b

- has 900 years of experience

- always knows what she's doing

- had a possessed man run after her and whisper their special phrase to her right before dying - she is the fucking moment

- wise and has a katana

- a questionable taste for military men but will make an exception

- sugar mommy vibes

- i'll carry her sword for her if i must

i love number 2

chris argent

- "can I talk to you? in my office, where i keep my guns?"

- again, the beard

- had a huge character development

- a man of his word

- can shoot with not one, but two guns at the same time

- ripped

- blue eyes

- charisma

- i mean just look at him

- the smirk, i can't

and finally, at number 1

melissa mccall

- I'd sell my house, both my kidneys, my crystal collection and my soul for this woman without batting an eye

- the purest, kindest soul ever

- the most badass mother too

- doctor/patient roleplay

- she is beauty AND grace, what more can i want

- I'd steal her from argent if i could

- I'd clean her house, do her dishes and her laundry (extra softener), that's how much I love her

- I don't know a single person who doesn't like her, which pretty much speaks for itself

#teen wolf #teen wolf characters #teen wolf headcanon #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #melissa mccall #allison argent

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dvarapala · 2 years

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teen wolf for the fandom meme? (if you're familiar with that show!)

send me a fandom and i’ll tell you… @vcnusians

the first character i ever fell in love with: Scott.

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: none.

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: Scallison and Scalia are okay, I just prefer Scira.

my ultimate favorite character™: Scott, Kira.

prettiest character: Scott, Kira.

my most hated character: Rafael, Peter, Kate, Matt, Gerard, Isaac's dad.

my OTP: Scira, Melissa McCall x Alan Deaton.

my NOTP: sterek, stydia.

favorite episode: every Kira centric episode.

saddest death: Scott. Scott's screen time. Roxy. Kira being written off; Danny being written off; Boyd's; Erica's; Allison. Deputy Graeme. Heather.

favorite season: every season Kira was in.

least favorite season: every season Kira was not in; also the last season because they missed an opportunity to have Scott vanish and have other characters realise just how much he does for them and hit it home for the viewers that Scott is the True Alpha TM, Heart TM and Soul TM of the show.

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: Stiles rpers really turned my perception of him around and for that I am grateful because for the longest time I could not stand him.

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: she's not a piece of trash but very misguided: Monroe.

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Scott, Kira, Boyd, Deaton, Braeden, Danny, Deaton's sister. Melissa McCall. Mason Hewitt. Hayden Romero. Also, Brett and Lori.

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: none.

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Chris x Melissa.

#vcnusians #outofdoors #queue.

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princess-cordelias-writingblog · 4 years

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Your Dark Side Pt.7 (Void!Stiles xReader)

A/N: The end! I did my best. I’ll make an epilogue and I’ll post it soon just to sort of close the whole story nicely :) -Danny

Words: 3,035

Warnings: Do I need to tell you what’s coming? I didn’t proofread this but I know you’ll find a way to forgive me. See you in the epilogue! :)

@all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @nitnat6245 @big-galaxy-chaos @linkpk88

Previous Part // Epilogue

There was the sound of swords and kicks and yelps as Kira, Isaac and Allison fought against the Oni. Lydia had gone inside the building to retrieve Stiles and Scott.

Void and Y/N were sitting side by side, the former looking at the scene with a mocking smirk, the second merely glancing at the ones who once were her friends, her head tilted to the side in mild interest.

“How do we stop them?!” Isaac asked in frustration.

“You can’t!” Yelled Kira’s mom.

“But,” Void said quietly, “I can definitely stop you.”

He grabbed Y/N by the back of her head and pulled her closer, she moved like a rag doll, completely at his mercy, the Nogitsune leaned and whispered, his mouth right against her ear.

“Your turn, sweet thing,” He looked at the group with a triumphant smile. “Go play with the big kids...”

Y/N’s mouth twisted onto a monstruous grin, she looked back at them, standing up with the same air a cat would lift itself to catch a prey.

“If I were you,” She started, slowly moving towards Isaac. “I would stay very still while I finish you. I really don’t want to stain my clothes with your blood.”

“Don’t worry, you won’t get to touch any of us,” Isaasc growled.

He was wrong, though. As soon as he launched forward Y/N slidded to his side, her nails growing abruptly and scratching accross his abdomen with ease. Isaac gasped, falling to his knees in shock.

“You ruined my nails,” Y/N pouted, carelessly cleaning her fingers on one of the Oni’s. “You’ll pay for that.”

She stepped back while Isaac stood up again, forcing himself to get up. Two Onis stood in front of the girl and attacked Isaac at the same time, Kira tried to knocked Y/N, but the girl was way faster now, for the first time in her life, Y/N wasn’t depending solely on her human strenght. She was something else, a blind, cold-hearted copy of who she used to be.

One firm punch to her friend’s chest and Kira flew across the place. Y/N walked up to her decidedly, and kicking her back to the ground when Kira tried to stand, and punching her in the face when she tried to push her away.

“You see,” Void stood up, looking at Y/N with satisfaction. “I know Stiles told you I was feeding of her, and he’s right, I was feeding of her. But she was feeding too, just different.”

Allison kept shooting arrows as fast as she could, Isaac was barely keeping it together. Kira and her mother were not doing great either.

“Y/N has feed of my own inmortality. Unfortunately for you, that means she got a few of my abilities, though they’re weak copies of my own powers, they work just fine on weak little trash like you. What I see,” He pointed to his eyes, then to her. “It’s what she believes. And all I see are enemies that need to be destroyed.”

“Y/N! Snap out of it!” Isaac yelled in anger.

“Y/N, please wake up!” Allison tried. “We’re us! We’re your friends! We came for you!”

“No no,” Void raised his eyebrows. “No... you came to kill me. Tell me, Y/N,” He raised his voice, glancing at the girl. “Do you want to kill me?”

Y/N straighten on her place, her empty eyes searching for Void. Her expression changed into genuine sadness.

“Kill you? I would never hurt you, Stiles.”

Void’s smile widened. “That’s what I thought.”

“He’s not Stiles, Y/N!” Kira shouted through her swollen lips. “He’s the Nogitsune, he’s playing with your head! Fight back!”

It was like talking to a wall, Y/N didn’t seem to hear anyone who wasn’t Void, she was locked somewhere in her head, unable to see and hear them, her only connection to reality being Void Stiles.

“Wasn’t that cute?” Void tilted his head, pouting mockingly. “That’s enough, Y/N. Stop playing with your food.”

“Y/N, please stop!”

“KILL THEM!” Void roared.

One of Allison’s arrows flew and got an Oni. The figure drop their sword, vanishing. But Y/N had already spurred into action, she ran to Allison and tackled her, forcing her to drop her crossbow. She turned her around and secured both of her arms on her back, offering her to the closest Oni. In time, the dark figure drew out his sword, and pierced Allison’s body.

Y/N dropped her, stepping back with a blank stare.

“Y/N,” Void called her, his voice merely above a whisper. “Time to go.”

She turned away from the girl at the same time Scott ran into the scene, Scott called after her, but Y/N didn’t look back, not even once, as she disappeared into the shadows.

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Y/N’d heard it faintly, like a dream within a dream.

Lydia crying, her screams, her pain and sadness.

She’d cried Allison’s name.

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“He’s not safe here.”

“He’s not safe anywhere.”

Stiles didn’t want to be safe. To hell with being safe. Y/N was gone. Allison was gone.

He was the only one to blame.

“But Allison did kill one of them,” He heard Kira said. “Doesn’t that mean something? She killed an Oni.”

“Is that even possible?”

“I’m not sure how.”

“But she did it. She killed one of them.”

“Yeah, and then they killed her,” Stiles rasped. “Allison’s dead. And Y/N, she... is she gone forever?”

“Not if we act soon,” Said the woman.

“And if we don’t?”

No one answered to his question. He looked down, bitterness pouring through his words.

“I guess the only good thing is it looks like I’m dying, too.”

“He made a powerful move by splitting the two of you and submitting her to his will. But one can’t have all the good moves. It’s not possible, I believe he’s ran out of them.”

“What’s our move?” Kira asked.

“At this point,” said her father. “You need a divine move.”

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“Hi there,” Void talked to the recepcionist. The man looked up in mild annoyance. “Could you page Melissa McCall for us, please?”

The Onis appeared behind them and stabbed the man in the stomach, they watched them fall. Y/N scoffed.

“Typical service. Nothing ever works around here.”

Void smirked at her with irony. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to find her ourselves.”

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“If the plan kills me, just go through with it.”

“The plan is to save you,” Scott said. “You and Y/N. That’s the plan.”

One last try, thought Stiles.

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“Look, Y/N!” Void said calmly, then turned his attention to Derek. “Did you bring us a present?”

“I brought two.”

Void tilted his head in amusement. “I’ve heard of an Alpha pack, Derek, but not a pack of former Alphas. It’s a little sad, isn’t it?” He looked at Y/N. “This should be easy for you, darling.”

“I might not be an Alpha anymore,” Derek replied. “But I can still fight like one.”

Y/N stood up, her blank stare twisting into confusion. “Are they trying to hurt you, Stiles?”

Void’s smirk turned into a fake pout.

“Oh, yes. They want to kill me,” He chuckled. “But you know what to do, don’t you, darling pet?”

“I’ll keep you safe,” She responded softly.

With that, she and the Onis charged into battle. She fought with everything she had and a little more, fifteen minutes into the fight Void called her out of the battle.

“Where the hell are they?” Yelled one of the twins.

“The jeep’s here they have to be somewhere!”

“In the school!” Shouted Derek.

“That’s right,” Void growled. “And they’re making things way harder than it should be. Come, dove. Something tells me you’re of better use to where I’m going...”

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Stiles picked up Kira’s sword from the ground and pointed its tip towards his stomach, a wild decision making its way through the heat of the fight.

“Stiles, no!” Scott yelled, being held back by a pair of Onis. “Stiles!”

“What if it saves you?” Stiles said through his shaky breaths. “What if it saves all of you?”

“What if it’s just another trick?” Lydia asked desperately. “Y/N needs all of us, Stiles!”

“No more tricks, Lydia,” Said the Nogitsune. “End it, Scott. Let your friend fall on his own sword. Do for him what he cannot do for himself. Do it Scott, be his kaishakunin...”

If Y/N was really gone... there was no point, he had no reason to stay alive, not after all the things he’d done. Not after ruining such a beautiful, pure soul...

“Give up the game...”

Then he saw it. In the reflection of the blade, there was something that didn’t quite belong in that place, something that gave away Void’s little game. A book was half-hidden in the snow, and a bit further away, he found a desk.

“You have no moves left...”

“I do,” Stiles replied quietly, lowering the katana. “A divine move.”

He stumbled back, Lydia caught him before he could fall, and he breathed heavily.

“Stop fighting them! It’s an illusion!” He let out. “You have to stop fighting them. It looks real and it feels real, but Scott you gotta trust me, it’s an illusion.”

Scott turned around, and the four of them walked towards the Nogitsune quietly, letting the Onis cut through their skin. They didn’t touch Stiles or Lydia, and she pushed both of their bodies forward. Scott grabbed the Nogitsune by the shoulders and pushed him against the doors, and in the blink of an eye, the doors were the only thing in front of him.

They were safe.

“We’re okay,” Scott gulped. “We’re–”

Something tackled Scott and threw him a few meters away. It was Y/N. Kira turned around only to be slapped by Void, which knocked her out of the way.

Y/N stood up from where she and Scott had landed, cleaning the sweat out of her forehead.

“This was my game,” Void growled. “You think you can beat me at my game?”

“Y/N please wake up!” Scott shouted.

“She won’t listen to you,” Void said with a hint of exasperation. “How many times do I have to say it? She’s mine now. I control her.”

“No,” Lydia said lowly. “You just tricked her.”

“It’s the same thing,” Void smiled.

Stiles stared at Y/N, it was the first time he’d seen her after she got kidnapped by Void all those days ago. She looked like a corpse, pale paper skin, dark circles under milky eyes, lips white and broken... she looked like him. Void was feeding of the two of them, and only Stiles could stop him.

“No, it’s not the same thing,” Lydia insisted. “Because she’s not trying to protect you. She’s trying to protect Stiles, that’s why you’re still using his image... his voice.”

“She won’t listen to you, no matter how loud you scream while she pulls your guts out,” Void said menacingly.

“You’re right, she won’t listen to me,” Lydia looked up at her friend. “But she will listen to you. Call her, Stiles.”

And Stiles, with the last bit of strenght he could muster, yelled at the top of his lungs:

“Y/N!”

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There it was again, someone was screaming.

Stiles, she’d heard his voice all night, asking her for help, telling her he needed to be protected... she did her best, but now Stiles was asking her to... he was asking her stop, to... open her eyes?

She had her eyes open, the problem was that everything was dark... how was she supposed to find her way out of that place, wherever it was?

“I’M SORRY, PLEASE WAKE UP, WAKE UP, Y/N!”

“Stiles,” She cried desperately. “I can’t see you... I think I’m dead.”

Outside her mind Void was starting to look real angry, he could sense her slowly slipping through his fingers.

“Don’t listen, Y/N,” He replied. “Remember what he did. Remember what they all did to you. Who are you to them, if not a pesky little fly?”

“They don’t want me,” Y/N agreed, voice breaking. “I’m useless...”

“You’re not useless to me,” Void walked up to her, whispering to her ear. “No, no, dear pet... You know I look after you, right?”

“You care about me,” Y/N sobbed. “You need me.”

“That’s right,” Void said triumphantly. “That’s the truth...”

“No it’s not,” Stiles yelped, trying to stand on his own. “It’s not true, Y/N. I need you. I always needed you. I swear you’re the only reason, the only thing that’s...”

“Stiles?” Y/N blinked, “I don’t... I don’t understand...”

“Enough!” Void pushed Y/N aside, making her fall sideways. He walked to Stiles and Lydia with a burning glare. Void scoffed. “Divine move. Divine move? You think you have any moves at all? You can kill the Oni, but me? Me? I’m a thousand years old– YOU CAN’T KILL ME!”

“But we can change you!” Lydia exclaimed.

Void stared at her, his frown fell slightly. “What?”

“You forgot about the scroll,” Stiles replied tiredly.

“The Shugendo scroll,” Lydia breathed.

Three seconds of heavy silence passed. Void changed his posture.

“Change the host,” He concluded.

“You can’t be a fox and a wolf...”

Scott came out of nowhere and held onto Void’s arm, biting as hard and deep as he could. Void let out a howl, and as soon as Scott let go Kira stabbed him on the back.

“NO!” Y/N sat up abruptly. “STILES! NO!”

Void fell to his knees, and a single bug came out of his mouth, flying across the hall until Isaac’s figure cut it short, catching it inside a small wooden box.

Void twisted and gawked, and Y/N followed the sounds, crawling to him and sobbing desperately.

“No no no no no no,” She said, streching out her arms. “What have you done? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”

“Y/N,” Scott held her back, keeping her in place. “Y/N... why isn’t she coming back?”

“I said it already,” Lydia replied. “Void was not controlling her. He just twisted her thoughts. She did all this on her own... she fed on him and the negative emotions, his powers... were too strong. She couldn’t handle it, so she pushed her conscience to the back of her mind as a way of protection. I can still hear her but we need to bring her back before she gets lost forever.”

“Y/N?” Stiles tried again, softly grabbing her by the arms. “Y/N I’m right here, I’m not gone.”

He was so weak, he could feel himself drifting from reality but he had to stay up a bit longer, the fight was not over.

Scott let go of her and Y/N fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. Stiles kneeled in front of her.

“How do I do it?” Stiles asked desperately. “You told me to call on her, but she’s not listening!”

“The same way she called you back,” Scott replied.

Stiles remembered that, the way Scott had howl to get his attention.

“But she doesn’t think she’s part of the pack,” Kira replied. “It won’t work on her, she doesn’t see herself as part of the group.”

“No,” Scott admitted. “But she was part of something.”

“She was my partner,” Stiles realized. “That’s it, isn’t it?”

Without waiting for a reply, Stiles cupped her face with both hands and steadied his voice.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there, and I know you’re listening to me,” He started. “Void told you to do all those things, not me. You hear me? I would never risk your life that way. But he knew you would only respond to my voice... you would only seek to help me. All this time, that’s the only thing you’ve been trying to do, right? To help me.”

“I wanted you to be safe,” She sobbed quietly, her stare looking blankly at the distance.

“I know, I know,” Stiles continued anxiously. “I understand. You know why? Because I wanted you to be safe too. I still want you to. Please, Y/N. Please do this for me one last time, please...”

“What for?” She frowned absently. “I’m just a human, I’m weak, I can’t make a difference...”

“You’re not just a human, Y/N,” Stiles was crying now too, he was running out of time, his head was pounding, yelling at him to just close his eyes and sleep. “You’re my best friend. You’re... God, you have no idea how sorry I am, this is all my fault, you’re like this because I screwed things up... I know that, but it’s me who deserves to fade away, not you, Y/N. Don’t go just yet...”

She was losing her energy too, and her eyes were blinking slower.

“You’ll be okay, won’t you?” She whispered. “You’ll be loved...”

“Y/N!” Stiles yelled again, his grip tightening around her soft face. “Don’t you dare, don’t you dare to leave me! Open your eyes! Y/N L/N WAKE UP! WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!”

In a last desperate attempt, Stiles pulled her face closer, and kissed her.

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Y/N woke up abruptly, gasping for air. The screams, his voice, somehow had pulled her out of her darkness. Stiles’ face was a few inches away from hers, and his hands kept hers in place.

She could tell that right away from the way his pupils dilated when their eyes found each other, the way his brow furrowed and his lower lip trembled at the sight, and his touch, the softness with which he held her in place... it was her Stiles, finally, after so long...

“You okay,” She said shakily, her own hands finding their up to his cheeks. “You came back...”

“You found me,” His eyes teared up.

“Stiles,” She cried. “I’ve done terrible things...”

“It’s okay... it’s...” Stiles’ eyes rolled to the back of his head, and the boy fell to his side heavily.

The last thing Y/N saw before fainting too, was Scott and Lydia kneeling to help them.

#Danny's writing #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #your dark side #stiles stilinski #void stiles x reader #void stiles fic #stiles x reader

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ao3feed-sterek · 4 years

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Beautiful Soul

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32j0icx

by phasha18

This is the story of Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale raising a baby.

A very clumsy and nervous Stiles, and a semi-organised Derek with a baby Talia.

Words: 1150, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of TW: Sterek Adventures

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Cora Hale, Isaac Lahey, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Original Hale-Stilinski Child(ren), Original Child Character(s)

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall

Additional Tags: Babies, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Family Feels, Dogs, Werewolves, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32j0icx

#ao3feed #fanfic #sterek

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ao3-sterek · 4 years

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Beautiful Soul

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32j0icx

by phasha18

This is the story of Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale raising a baby.

A very clumsy and nervous Stiles, and a semi-organised Derek with a baby Talia.

Words: 1150, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of TW: Sterek Adventures

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall

Additional Tags: Babies, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Family Feels, Dogs, Werewolves, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32j0icx

#ao3feed #sterek fics #sterek #fics

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logangarfield · 4 years

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tagged by @mollyweasly (thank you, Steph!!) to list my top fives for some things!

five favourite books:

If He Had Been With Me by Laura Nowlin

Looking For Alaska by John Green

Kindred by Octavia E. Butler

The Maze Runner by James Dashner

Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green

five favourite drinks:

caramel latte

pepsi

lemon shake-ups

java chip frappe from Starbucks

blue powerade (idk the flavor, it’s blue)

five favourite songs (right now):

The Good Ones by Gabby Barrett

RSVP by Knuckle Puck

Overthinking by Boys Of Fall

Clementine by Halsey

I’m With You cover by Taylor Acorn feat. Egocheck

five favourite quotes: (you’re getting 6 because of who I am as a person)

“Someone of us have to make mistakes. Some of us have to get our hands a little bloody sometimes. Some of us are human.” (Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf)

“I just feel--I just feel like...Women… They-- They have minds, and they have souls as well as hearts. And they’ve got ambition, and they’ve got talent, as well as just beauty. And I’m so sick of people telling that love is all a woman is fit for. I’m so sick of it! But I am so lonely.” (Jo March, Little Women)

“Be your own anchor.” (Melissa McCall, Teen Wolf)

“You get to exhale, now.” (Love Simon)

“Something in her makes me gentle. Makes me shy. Makes me strong. Makes me happy to be alive. And Maybe that’s it. Maybe that’s what it really comes down to. She makes me. Makes me whole. She completes me. So, here’s the thing, God… I know I complain a lot and I know that you and me, we’ve got issues, but right now, just for tonight… Thank you for her.” (Peter Parker, Amazing Spider-Man #53, volume 2)

“We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreparably broken.” (Miles Halter, Looking For Alaska)

five favourite people fictional characters:

Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Cristina Yang (Grey’s Anatomy)

Brooke Davis (One Tree Hill)

John Murphy (The 100)

tagging: @louvegoods @angelic-holland @partyflavors @carolthor @dobrien @daenersys@lawjudes @harleyfquinn @ptrbprkrs @charmainediyoza

#tag game #kaylee talks #about me #don't reblog

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christinesficrecs · 5 years

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There are more halloween fics here.

The Pumpkin Thief by Jmeelee | 1.2K

Two years after his mom passes away, Stiles feels sentimental. He convinces Melissa McCall to drive him and Scott to the garden center across town to pick their own pumpkins.

“Stiles, they cost like three times as much as the ones you can buy at the grocery store. Why do you want to go there?” When he explains the fall ritual he and his mom used to share, her eyes get wet and she crowds the boys into the car. “Whatever you want, hunny. Let’s go get you some pumpkins.”

They get two pumpkins each and three carving kits. Melissa blasts cheesy Halloween tunes and they carve until their fingers cramp. Stiles laughs harder than he has since Claudia passed away. They load up the gourds and drive them over to Stiles’ house, laying them on top of hay stacks and next to colorful, hearty mums. Looking at their picturesque autumnal scene, Stiles knows his mom would be proud.

As the days go by, one by one, each pumpkin disappears.

Crazier Than You by LessonsFromMoths | 3.2K

The adventures of Derek and Stiles continue, along with more Addams shenanigans! 4H fairs, corn mazes, college plans, and a family reunion ensue!

I’ll Bleed, Babe by Whispering_Sumire | 15.2K | Explicit | ANGST

"What?" comes the whisper, dragged out of him, dripping with every exhilarating, stifling, annoying, soft, safe, rescue, hope moment that they have ever spent together.

"He loves you," it says, splaying one palm over the other atop his heart, face mimicking sincere, "to a ludicrous extent, really. Do you know how many picturesque images of you and he together I had to shove out of the way just to get to where I am now? It was pitiful." It presses forward, slow, and Derek inhales sharply, acutely aware that if he hurts this thing, he'll hurt Stiles.

I've Got it Bad, Got it Bad, Got it Bad by RedRidingStiles | 47.7K | Mature

“Woah are those real?” Stiles found himself saying as he reached out and squeezed the man’s (it was a man and not a brick wall Stiles’ brain supplies) bicep which was bulging under the guy’s shirt. Stiles hasn’t even looked at the man’s face too preoccupied gasping at the tone muscles in front of him.

“Something tells me you’re the infamous Stiles.”

“Stiles, yes that’s my name, well it’s not really my name that’s too hard for anyone to pronounce so it’s just Stiles. Or you know, some colorful names the lower IQs of this place like to make up. But Stiles, you can call me Stiles.” Stiles rambles on, watching the man try to suppress a grin and failing. He has a gorgeous smile that made his bunny teeth present and his eyes crinkle and Stiles thinks he might be a little bit in love.

Like Rose and Clover by LupusScintilla (inkandblade) | 5.5K

Derek bit at his lip and extended a fang to stop himself from thinking about it again. There were others in the villages around that he might like far better, but, ever since the first morning he’d woken up with the mate-mark on his arm, he’d promised himself that he’d not think about what kind of Mate he would favor, what kind of person he might enjoy spending the rest of his life with.

Welcome To Halloweentown by AsagiStilinski | 4.4K

There are some nights in his life that Derek will never forget, it's pretty safe to say that the night he meets the literal King of Halloween when running from hunters and ends up following him down a pumpkin-hole certainly qualifies as one of them

What Big Eyes You Have by AsagiStilinski | 8.5K

There are no wolves in Beacon Hills

Stiles knows that isn't true, he knows because he was saved by one on Halloween night, he remembers every detail, every patch of midnight fur, the beauty of his crimson eyes, the way he stared through Stiles' soul... and as he tightens his cloak around himself, making his way through the woods, he can feel the eyes of the wolf, watching him... watching out for him

And my, what big eyes he has....

#sterek #ficrecs #halloween #halloween fics

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stereksecretsanta · 4 years

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Merry Christmas, @will-noble-owns-my-ass!

Merry Sterekmas and a Happy New Year!!

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*****

The Mate Fairy

When a young werewolf turns 18, a person dubbed “the Mate Fairy” appears to give the birthday wolf a letter containing the name of their eternal love, their mate.

This “fairy” is usually the emissary of the pack. A letter appears in the emissary’s mailbox, and they are tasked to immediately deliver the letter to the intended werewolf.

Talia Hale received her letter from her mother’s emissary May Deaton at 11.30 am on a Saturday morning. Talia was painting her toenails on the front porch of the Hale House when May approached with the letter containing her mate’s name, Samuel Cahill. The gold script gleamed in the sunlight, shining into Talia’s eyes. Recapping the nail polish, she yells out to her mother that she’s going out to catch her mate, and to set another place at the lunch table.

When Talia’s firstborn turned 18, they were in the cereal aisle of the local grocery store arguing over Cheerios when Laura was handed her letter from Alan Deaton. The name Jordan Parrish in beautiful gold script shining in stark contrast to the pure white paper. Dropping a box of Fruit Loops in her mother’s trolley, she high-tailed it out of the grocery store whooping and hollering while other shoppers laughed.

Scott McCall was in the shower getting ready for his 18th birthday party when Deaton knocked on the front door. His mom Melissa let Alan in, offering him a cup of herbal tea while they waited for her son. Strolling down the stairs Scott almost tripped on the final two steps upon seeing the “Mate Fairy” waiting with his envelope. After frantically ripping the envelope, he pulls out the paper and gasps upon seeing Isaac Lahey in the infamous gold script. Folding it gently and placing it in his pocket, Scott races off to his party to sweep Isaac off his feet.

The night before his 18th birthday, Derek Hale sits staring into the fireplace. Tomorrow he finds out who his mate is. He’s both excited and terrified. What if his mate isn’t who he wants it to be? What if he rips open the envelope and sees the name Mabel Earnest, the 90-year-old lady who lives on the corner of Thompson and Third, that likes to give embroidered dishtowels at Halloween? What if he opens the envelope and sees Marcus Winbourne, the owner of the town florist who smells like moss and feet?

Derek looks forlornly at the flames and tries not to panic. What if Alan shows up at school? Maybe Derek can beg his mom to stay home tomorrow. What if Alan shows up at the school and Derek has successfully convinced his mom to stay home and he misses him? What if Alan doesn’t show up?

“We can hear your brain whirling from the kitchen, pup”, Uncle Peter says as he slides into one of the high-back chairs. “Don’t overthink this. It’s an exciting time for you. Only you would think of all the what-ifs. There is no need to be over-emotional about this.”

Derek turns to face his uncle, eyes narrowing in contempt. “I distinctly remember mom telling us the story of your 18th birthday where you were found sobbing in the bathtub because you didn’t think there was anyone worthy of you. She said and I quote, ‘Peter was blubbering because he was worried his lofty standards of a mate weren’t going to be met, and he was worried his greatness wouldn’t be fully realised.’”

Peter scoffs. “That’s a highly dramatic retelling of what actually happened.”

Samuel Hale comes in laughing. “No Peter, that’s almost word for word what you said. Nice try though.”

Samuel sits down on the sofa. “Bun, if anyone deserves an amazing mate it’s you. You have a heart of gold, you are kind, thoughtful, and gracious. Everyone can count on you. It’s why you’re slated to be Laura’s second. Your mate will balance you out. They’ll support you in your role. They’ll build you up. And they’ll give you all the love you deserve. Please don’t fret my son, you will be blessed tomorrow, I promise you.”

Tala glides into the room. “Your father is right Derek. Tomorrow is a day for celebration! Not just you turning 18, but you finding your other half. Our ancestors aren’t going to give you someone that isn’t 100% your match. That’s not how it works.”

“I know mom. I’m just nervous.”

Peter leans forward and runs his hand down Derek’s shoulder, pausing to give it a squeeze.

“Pup, I know you’ve been waiting for your mate for a long time but your mom is right. Our ancestors guide us to the one who completes us in every way. Just like Sam completes Talia, and Aunt Lisa completes me. We each have our foibles, but our mate smooths them out. This is a time for pure joy and celebration. You have nothing to worry about.”

Peter gets up from the chair ruffling Derek’s hair before leaving the room.

Derek sighs as Talia and Samuel come to sit on either side of their son.

Turning to his mom Derek asks softly, “What if they don’t want to be my mate?”

“Oh, honey that doesn’t happen. You know this. I understand you are worried, I really do, but werewolf mates are a certainty.”

“Any chance I can stay home tomorrow?”

“Nope. Sorry bun. It will be ok, I promise.” Talia leans forward and kisses Derek on the forehead.

“Your mom’s right. Everything will be ok. And we’ll set a place at the table for your mate tomorrow night, just like grandma did for me. Ok?”

“Ok, dad. Thanks, mom.” Derek smiles as his parents get up from the floor. The smile stays as they walk away, the nerves blossoming into hope.

*****

Stiles Stilinski sits at the breakfast table, right leg fidgeting under the table. One particularly strong jerk knocks the table sending orange juice cascading over the side of his glass. Stiles gets up quickly to grab paper towel, while his dad John holds up the morning paper away from the spill, stopping it from being soaked with juice.

Mopping up the liquid as best he can, Stiles grabs a damp cloth to wipe away the stickiness of the juice, while his dad watches him. His mom Claudia places down their plates, piled high with breakfasty goodness. Eyeing her son speculatively, she smiles. “What has you in a tizzy this morning Mischief?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about mom.”

The Sheriff sighs. “Really Stiles? You’re twitchier than normal. Do you forget your adderall this morning?”

Stiles shakes his head. “No, I remembered.”

John puts his paper down. “So what’s up?”

Stiles slumps in his chair. “It’s Derek’s birthday today.”

Claudia reaches forward and takes one of her son’s hands in hers. “Oh Mischief. There’s no need to worry. Derek will have the perfect outcome. You know that.”

Tears begin to form in Stiles’ eyes as he looks at his mother. “But what if his mate isn’t me?”

John places his hand on top of his wife’s. “Stiles, there’s always a chance that you aren’t his mate, but honestly? Everyone sees the way you two look at each other. Everyone knows how close you are. You are mates in every way except officially. Now I’m not as knowledgeable with werewolf culture as your mother is, but Stiles, the Hale ancestors know what they are doing. They see all. They would see how well you two fit together before the official mating. They would see how it is after.”

“That still doesn’t mean it’s me, dad.”

“What if it isn’t you? Are you going to stop being friends with Derek? Are you going to stop associating with the Hales? Are you going to tell Laura that you aren’t going to be her emissary?”

“No, dad! Of course not. But …”

“No buts Stiles. You go to school today, and you support Derek in any way you can. You know he’s a sensitive soul, so you go and stand by him and you make sure he knows that you have his back 100%.”

“Yes, dad.”

“Good. Now eat your bacon before I do.”

*****

In the carpark of the school, Claudia pulls up in the kiss and ride to drop off Stiles.

“Remember that today is about Derek, Mischief. Be supportive no matter what, and remember that no matter what your father and I are here for you.”

“I will mom, I promise.”

Giving his mom a quick kiss on the cheek Stiles exits the Jeep, patting his bag to make sure his two gifts for Derek are still in there. Confirming that they are still there after checking 5 minutes earlier, he shoulders his backpack and makes his way into the school.

As Stiles approaches his locker he sees Derek standing nearby surrounded by all their friends. He can hear the happy birthdays and the claps on the back as he gets closer, his nerves beginning to rise.

He opens his locker and puts the books in he doesn’t need yet, and pulls out the first gift for Derek. The crowd around the birthday wolf has lessened, leaving plenty of room for Stiles.

As Derek turns to Stiles, Stiles jumps on Derek with a laugh and a loud, “Happy birthday big guy!” wrapping his arms around the wolf in a massive hug.

Derek turns his nose into Stiles’ neck and hugs his friend back, letting the scent of Stiles fill him with warmth. When they part, Stiles gives Derek his gift. “Open it! Open it!”

Derek tilts his head in confusion. “My party is on Saturday Stiles, didn’t you want me to open it then?”

“Nope! This is for your ACTUAL birthday. I have another gift for your party too”.

“You didn’t have to do that Stiles.”

“Uh, yeah I did. Anyways, open it!”

Derek rolls his eyes and carefully peels back the wrapping paper making sure not to rip it. The paper reveals an old book titled, “An Alpha and Their Second: a Guide to Leading the Pack”.

“Holy shit Stiles where did you find this?”

“You like it? It’s ok?”

Derek nods quickly. “YES. Oh my god, Stiles. Mom and Peter had this book when mom became Alpha, but it went missing. They both swore by this book. I’ve wanted to read this for years!! Where did you find it?”

Stiles blushes. “I asked my babcia if she knew where to find a copy. A pack in Poland had a few spare copies and owed babcia a favor, and voila! Happy birthday, Der.”

“Thank you so much, Stiles! This is amazing!” Derek sweeps Stiles into another hug just as the bell goes for the first period.

Stiles pulls away first. “Sorry Der I have Harris and I don’t want detention. I’ll see you at lunch?”

“Yep! See you then!!”

Derek watches as Stiles races down the hallway and disappears around the corner. He runs a hand down the front of the book and takes a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. This book is one that’s handed down through the family over generations. The loss of the Hales book was one that brought frustration and sorrow, and to have one back is going to mean the world of difference to the Hale family, and to Laura as the future Hale Alpha.

As Derek gently puts the book into his bag, he wonders if Stiles knows how big of a deal gifting this book is.

*****

The Hale Betas and friends are sitting around the lunch table. Scott and Isaac and hunched together talking quietly, hands entwined under the table.

Jackson and Lydia and discussing the party on Saturday, arguing over what Jackson will be wearing while Allison and Cora are laughing at them. Erica is sitting on Boyd’s lap laughing along with Allison and Cora, while Boyd rests his head on Erica’s shoulder.

Derek and Stiles are arguing about whether Die Hard is a Christmas movie when the cafeteria goes deathly quiet. Derek’s eyes snap up immediately to Stiles’ so he sees when the color drains from Stiles’ face.

Derek manages a whispered “Stiles …” before footfalls can be heard getting closer to their table. Pulling his eyes away from Stiles’ Derek turns to see Alan Deaton holding an envelope.

Deaton stops at the table. “Mr Hale.”

Derek stands. “Hello, Mr Deaton.”

“It is my honor as the emissary of Talia Hale, protector of the Hale pack, to give to you the name of your beloved mate. The one who will cherish you above all. The one who will support you until the end. Derek Hale, Happy Birthday, and congratulations.”

Deaton hands over the envelope to Derek who takes it with shaky hands. His heart is beating so loud it drowns out the sound of Deaton walking away. The cafeteria remains silent.

Sliding a finger into the side of the envelope, Derek slowly separates the top flap from the rest of the envelope.

He pulls the paper from the envelope and looks in shock at the gold script.

The tears that had begun to pool in his eyes start to escape, and he takes a shuddering breath. Derek looks at Stiles whose face is pale and filled with worry.

Derek hands over the page to Stiles.

Mieczyslaw Stilinski

Stiles bursts into tears and throws himself at Derek who once again catches him. The cafeteria erupts in cheers as Stiles holds up the letter and yells, “I FUCKING KNEW IT WAS ME!!”

Derek laughs through his tears at Stiles and leans forward to kiss his mate gently on the lips.

“I’m so glad it’s you, Stiles.”

“I’m so glad it’s me too. Let me down I have another gift for you.”

As Derek lets Stiles down, he throws his confused puppy look. “I thought you said you were giving me the gift on Saturday?”

“I am but that’s a different gift. This gift is from your mate.”

Derek’s smile lights up his face as he hears Stiles call himself Derek’s mate. He takes the gift but this time rips the paper off, sending gift wrap fluttering to the ground.

Inside is a photo frame with a picture of 5-year-old Derek, and 4-year-old Stiles. They stand by the pool at the Hale house with their arms around each other, smiles as bright as the sun. Stiles is looking directly at the camera and Derek? Derek is looking directly at Stiles.

The photo is framed with the words “This is when I knew, that it was you.”

Derek sighs in happiness. “This is when I knew too. That summer was when I had realised that I just couldn’t be without you. I didn’t know what it meant then, but I realized only a few years back what it could mean. I wanted to say something but I was scared I was wrong.”

Stiles cups Derek’s cheek. “I know Derek, I understand. Every time I looked at you I knew you were the one. My spark reacts to you more than it does my future Alpha. My heart soars when you smile my way. I’m going to woo the fuck out of you, and make you so damn proud.”

“You already do Stiles. But you don’t need to woo me. I’m a sure thing.”

Stiles laughs loudly. “But I WANT to woo you Der. You deserve to be wooed.”

*****

Stiles Phone

Text sent 1.30 pm - Mama and Daddio

Hey Mom, Dad, won’t be home tonight because I have to have dinner with my MATE!!! It was me! I’m Derek’s mate! I’m so happy I’m still crying but it’s ok because Derek’s still crying, and I’m so happy right now. I freaking LOVE the Mate Fairy! Even if it’s Deaton. Ew.

Text sent 1.32 pm

I’M SO HAPPY!!!

Text received 1.45 pm - Mama

This is the best news Mischief! Please ask Derek to come to dinner on Sunday night.

Text received 2.37 pm - Daddio

I’m proud of you kid. Derek couldn’t ask for a better mate, and neither could you.

*****

Derek’s Phone

Text sent 1.31 pm - Mom and Dad

IT’S HIM

Text received 1.35 pm - Mom

Oh Bun I’m so happy for you! Uncle Peter and I will be making yours and Stiles’ favorite meal in celebration. This is the best news honey!

Text received 1.36 pm - Dad

A great match! Almost as great as your mother and I :) <3

Text received 2.22 pm - Laura Stink Butt

I freaking told you brat!! I knew it would be him! But noooooo don’t believe your future Alpha.

Text received 2.24 pm - Laura Stink Butt

All jokes aside, this is the best news and I’m really stoked he’s yours Bunny.

*****

Later that evening after a meal that consisted of lasagne, schnitzels, and curly fries, plus and entire table dedicated to dessert, Derek and Stiles are lounging on the outdoor swing sofa. Stiles is nestled against Derek’s chest, while Derek has his arms wrapped around his mate. Stiles runs the tips of his fingers up and down Derek’s arms, swirling around the palm of his hands.

While Derek has his nose buried in Stiles’ hair, Stiles sighs. “I’m so happy Der. I’m just so stupidly, blissfully happy.”

Derek rumbles in agreement. Stiles turns around to look at his wolf. “Gone non verbal on me?”

Derek shakes his head. “I’m just enjoying the moment. Our scents together is really calming for me.”

“Are you happy?”

Derek smiles. “Stiles. I’m blown away. I was so worried it wasn’t going to be you. I’m relieved more than everything. But yes, I’m happy.”

Stiles leans forward and kisses Derek. They lose themselves in the kiss, the swinging sofa swaying gently. They break apart slowly, Derek quickly kissing Stiles on the nose.

“Is it too early to say I love you?”

Stiles smiles gently. “I love you too Der.”

#will-noble-owns-my-ass #stereksanta19 #*fics19 #*gifts19

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Seen this thing and I figured it would be fun to do!

The first character I ever fell in love with: Stiles Stilinski 100%

A character that I used to love/like, but now do not: Scott McCall

A ship that I used to love/like, but now do not: Stiles and Derek. It’s not that I don’t like them, I still do, it’s just that I don’t care about it as much anymore?

My ultimate favourite character™: It’s a tie between Derek and Erica? I love both of the characters so so much. I’m also tempted to say Stiles??

Prettiest character: Definitely Allison

My most hated character: Ooooh, it used to be Lydia when I first started watching the series, and then Malia, but now it’s Scott

My OTP: Stiles and Derek, mainly because I don’t really ship many characters from the show.

My NOTP: Probably Chris Argent with anyone other than Melissa.

Favourite episode: Season 4, episode 2 where Derek ages down

Saddest death: I haven’t watched the last season(still refuse to) so from what I know, for me it’s Allison.

Favourite season: Season 1 for sure

Least favourite season: Season 5 only because of it’s plot line

Character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but I hate: Scott McCall.

My “you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave” fave: Peter Hale.

My “beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this” fave: Derek and Erica tbh

My “this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but I still love it” ship: Derek/Allison, Peter/Lydia (I’m gonna get judged so hard)

My “they’re kind of cute, and I lowkey ship them, but I’m not too invested” ship: Stiles and Lydia for sure

#tw #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #scott mccall #mtv teen wolf #derek hale #erica reyes #allison argent #peter hale #Malia Tate #Malia Hale

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mischiefandi · 6 years

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Chapter 1: The Blueberries (Blue Moon Series)

A/N: This is my very first Teen Wolf series! I hope you’ll like it! Huge thank you to my boo @redstringlovers who encouraged me and gave me the courage to post this! More content here

Summary: Y/N McCall, Scott McCall’s younger sister, starts her first year at Beacon Hills High School when something unexpected happens to her brother. Her entire world is turned upside down and it is up to her to figure out how to juggle romance, schoolwork, friendship and the supernatural without risking her life (too much).

Warnings: Nope...at least not for this chapter

Word Count: 2,5K

Chapter 2

Noah had called at 1 am. The phone had been ringing for a while when Melissa went downstairs to answer it. She tried to stifle a sob when she learned what had happened. Scott was still fast asleep when she came into his room, and she hesitated right there, right then to wake him up and disrupt his dreams. After all, Claudia had been like a second mother to Scott and Y/N when Melissa was stuck at work. She had fed them, cleaned them, cradled them,…she had created a bond with them, and with her. The nurse felt her eyes well up again and she delicately sat down on her son’s bed. She rubbed his left shoulder a few times, and as he stirred, she instantly thought of Stiles. He hadn’t even crossed her mind during the small amount of time between the call and where she was now. She couldn’t help but cry at the thought of him, at the hospital, waiting for his father to finish with the paperwork; he was probably sitting in some corner of the establishment, silently sobbing, his little palms holding up his head. Scott turned to her and noticed the small droplets of salt water in the corner of her eyes.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” he questioned. She held his hand and whispered the words: “Stiles needs you and your sister.”

2:11 am, Beacon Hills Hospital

As the three McCalls parked the car in the parking lot, Scott walked ahead of his mother and sister, leaving Melissa with her little 8 year old Y/N. The moon was still shining brightly in the night sky and it’s light reflected on the little brown-haired girl. She clutched her mother’s hand tightly and looked up at her, then she stopped walking.

“Why are you stopping baby?” asked Melissa with precaution.

“Tell me again.” said Y/N.

“Y/N you-“ the nurse started before her daughter cut her off.

“Please?” she asked again, her little voice surprisingly steady. Melissa looked at her with uncertainty but nodded.

“Baby-“ she squatted next to Scott’s little sister and faced her-“Stiles’ mother was sick for a long time, it was a brain disease, and tonight, she passed away because of it.”

Y/N looked at her but didn’t seem satisfied with her mother’s answer.

“Okay, people, like you, like me, like Claudia, we all have a soul. Your soul is everything that makes you who you are, but it’s different from your body. Claudia’s body was sick, and it changed her personality a little bit, but her true soul stayed the same. Do you understand?” she asked.

“I think so.”

Melissa turned around and noticed that Scott was standing a few feet away from the hospital doors, obviously growing impatient.

“All right, come on…” Melissa grabbed her daughter’s hand and started walking in her son’s direction when Y/N asked her something else.

“Where is Stiles’ mom now?” Melissa smiled and looked up at the stars, then back down at her precious baby girl.

“Look at the stars…I think when someone…dies, their soul goes up there, but it’s so far away, all we see is a little spot of light, and that’s what we call stars.” She smiled kindly and Y/N returned it as she nodded.

“So Stiles’ mom is up there, right now?”.

“I think so. We should go baby.”

The pair caught up with Scott, who hadn’t spoken a word since they had left the house, and walked inside the building.

Melissa came out of the elevator first, Y/N’s hand clutching hers tightly as Scott followed them slowly, with his hands in his pockets, his tired eyes resting on the hospital floor. At the end of the hall stood Noah, holding some sort of document in his right hand, the other rubbing his face, or maybe wiping the stray tears from his cheeks. Melissa accelerated her step and soon she was hugging the Sheriff and patting him affectionately on the back as he sobbed into her shoulder.

Scott stood back but soon realised his little sister was staring at the broken man with utter shock written all over her face. He grabbed her by the shoulders and brought her closer to him as Noah choked on his cries. Without even realising it, Scott started crying too, so was Melissa, but Y/N wasn’t, she was just staring, trying to comprehend the gravity of the situation. Her curious green eyes looked around the area and saw that Stiles wasn’t there, the beat of Scott’s heart telling her he had seen it too. Scott walked around his sister and nudged his mother.

“Mom, where’s Stiles?” he whispered. Melissa’s eyes turned to him and mouthed the words: “Find him.”

Scott nodded and wrapped his hand around his sister’s, guiding her towards the the front desk.

“Excuse me Miss? Stiles Stilinski, he’s got brown eyes, brown hair, he’s 9, I think he’s missing, we don’t know where he is. He’s in the hospital, could you help us find him please?”

“Okay, we’ll find him, don’t worry, just a sec,” answered the nurse as she left to get nurses to start looking for the spiky-haired boy. Scott looked at his sister.

“Let’s split up, I’ll go upstairs, you go down okay?” he told her.

She nodded and hugged him before walking past her mother and Noah who had started to calm down. She passed a few empty patient rooms and came across the hospital stairwell in which she slipped discretely.

She was about to go downstairs when she heard a small whine.

Y/N turned around and her gaze fell upon Stiles. He had his head buried between his legs, his arms wrapped around his small body and he was wedged in the corner of the stairwell. She couldn’t be sure of it, but when she squinted, she could see that he was wearing a Star Wars shirt and all she could think was that she couldn’t believe Scott still hadn’t watched it, even she had.

“Stiles?” she asked quietly.

At the sound of her voice, Stiles’ head shot up and he immediately dried the tears off his face with his dark blue long sleeves.

“Are you okay?” she questioned, not sure of what to say.

“I’m fine.” answered Stiles, his trembling voice giving away his pain. She gulped and came a step closer.

“I um, don’t believe you.” Stiles looked at her and smiled weakly.

“They gave me some candy, after she-” he looked down at his hands holding a pack of peanut M&Ms.

“-do you want to share?” he asked, looking back up at her.

She nodded slowly and closed the distance between them, reaching the wall and sitting right by his side. He tore open the pack and put five M&Ms in the palm of her extended hand. She thanked him and started munching her candy without saying a word. He did the same.

“I’m sorry your mom died,” she said after swallowing her last piece of chocolate. He turned towards her and nodded.

“I’m sorry too.”

They held the gaze for only a few seconds, but it was enough for her to notice his eyes weren’t actually brown, they were amber, they were warm, and beautiful, but something was wrong with them. They seemed empty and colourless, even with the obvious shade of chocolaty gold circling his pupils.

She didn’t bother asking why, she already knew the answer. It was because he was broken, just like his father. He had lost his mother. He needed to be fixed.

“I heard that stars aren’t actually what we think they are,” she started to say, inhaling deeply before letting the words slip between her lips.

He drummed his fingers against his leg and kept his eyes on the floor.

“When someone dies, their body stays here, but their soul goes up in the sky. The problem is, the soul ends up going too far away, so all we see is a little light in the sky. That’s where your mom is, I think.”

Stiles felt his eyes well up again and he nodded.

“That’s good. That’s better than what was happening to her here,” he admitted.

Y/N wrapped her arm around his and hugged it. Stiles was shocked by the gesture, but it felt good, and comforting. They stayed like that for a few minutes when suddenly a nurse came in and saw them.

“Oh there you two are! Come on, come with me.”

The pair let go of each other’s arms and left the staircase without talking. It wasn’t much, what she had said to him, but those simple words had made him feel a little better. The thought of being able to see his mother looking down on him and his father was comforting and he kept Y/N’s gesture in his heart always.

10:48 am, Beacon Hills Saint Peter’s Church

Scott was wearing a black suit that was way too big for him and black converse shoes. Melissa had brought out her best black heels and black dress for the sober occasion and Y/N was wearing a small black dress that ended right below her knees. She was nervous.

The sadness Scott and Melissa had felt when they had found out about Claudia’s death was slowly starting to wear off, but hers had only just begun. She finally truly understood what death meant. That it meant that the deceased person was no longer amongst the living, that he would never come back, never live again. For an 8 year old girl, that had never been a vivid concept, she’d never known the cold face of death before, and now she did.

The mass was short but beautiful. Stiles had read a letter his mother had written him months before her condition had worsened, Noah showed pictures of their wedding and told everyone about the old Claudia, the one who’s identity hadn’t morphed into something disturbing and frightening. Everyone had cried, including Y/N.

The fact was, everyone loved Claudia. She was kind and funny, she was a good person, but unfortunately, that didn’t stop death from seizing her, if anything, it just worsened his appetite.

“Death is a cruel thing.” That was all she could think about during the ceremony.

After that came the burial. Only the people close to Stiles’ mother attended it, that was what Noah wanted. Stiles didn’t breathe a word during the whole thing, he just stared at the beautiful casket the whole time.

Scott had spent the entire week with Stiles. They’d played video games, watched movies and gone to a comic book store not far from Beacon Hills, all in the attempt to make Stiles feel good again, feel normal. But all the progress they had made seemed to disappear the second the casket was lowered into the grave of Beacon Hills Cemetery that had been dug just for his mother.

After it was over, the McCalls were the last ones to leave, except for Noah and Stiles. As Melissa turned on the ignition of her car, Y/N looked out the window and noticed that Stiles was still lingering on the freshly filled grave of his mother. Her heart ached just looking at the scene. She saw the Sheriff place his palm on his son’s shoulder and eventually Stiles got up and they started to walk back to their car.

13:14 pm, Beacon Hills

Everyone met back at the Stilinski house where a small reception was being held by the aching father and son. On their way to the house, Y/N asked her mom to stop in front of the grocery store. She wanted to get something for Stiles, comfort food helped her when she was sick, maybe it would help him when he was sad.

She walked around the store with her mother while Scott sat in the car. She passed by every aisle at least twice to find the perfect thing to get the grief-stricken Stiles. It was particularly warm that day so as the 8 year old came across the fruit carts, she grabbed a big pack of blueberries and told Melissa she had what she was looking for.

When the McCall’s parked in front of the Stilinski house, Scott didn’t waste any time and ran towards Stiles’ room in order to check in on his best friend. Melissa grabbed Y/N by the hand and looked for Noah which she found in the kitchen, pouring himself a generous glass of whiskey.

Y/N explained she had bought blueberries for Stiles and the Sheriff told her his son was in the backyard. She left the adults to their long and confusing conversations and went outside breathing in the warm and sunny atmosphere that surrounded her.

Stiles was sitting on the grass in the middle of his empty backyard just like his father had told Y/N. He was fidgeting with his fingers just like he always did and he stared blankly at ground in front of him.

“Your dad told me you’d be here,” she announced before stepping in his area in order not to scare him away. He turned around and smiled at her.

“Is Scott here too?” he asked as she sat down next to him.

For some reason, the inquisition stung a little but she payed it no mind and answered him.

“Yeah, I think he went up to your room. Do you want me to go get him?”

“No, it’s okay, he’ll find me.”

They stayed in a comfortable silence for a few minutes until Y/N grabbed her grocery bag and slipped out the blueberries.

“I bought these for you. I thought maybe they’d cheer you up a bit.”

Stiles looked at the blueberries and smiled widely.

“They’re my favourite, how did you know?” he questioned as he grabbed a handful.

“I didn’t, I just know food usually makes people feel better.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

The way he said her name made her feel strange because boys her age didn’t usually pay attention to her at all. She wrinkled her nose and looked at him.

“Don’t call me that!” she exclaimed.

“Why not? It’s your name isn’t it?”

Again, the familiar sting came back but she decided not to dwell on it. After all, he was Scott’s friend, not hers, she was just the little sister.

“Yeah but it’s weird hearing you say it…”

He smirked at her, the action making him look much older than he actually was.

“Okay, then what do I call you?” he asked.

“I don’t know, just give me a nickname, that way I’ll be special to you. Only special people get nicknames,” she answered proudly.

He looked deep in thought when he suddenly looked up and turned towards her. She was eating blueberries when a little bit of juice rolled down her chin and landed onto the grass in front of her. He laughed.

“I’ve never seen anyone eat blueberries as messily as you do.”

She grinned and tried to wipe it off with her hands but eventually got some on her dress as well.

“I know what I’ll call you,” he said, “I’m going to call you Blue.”

And thus, it all began…

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voidworn · 6 years

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TEEN WOOF

send me a fandom and i’ll tell you thangs - accepting.

the first character i ever fell in love with: um stiles stilinski obviously

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: ??? not sure i don’t not love/like anyone

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: stalia i guess ? its not that i don’t like/love them just indifferent

my ultimate favorite character™: stiles stilinski obviously 8) but then definitely scott mccall ray of sunshine

prettiest character: uM RUDE but allison argent i guess

my most hated character: LOL LOL it’s a toss up between kate and gerard argent

my OTP: sciles, stydia, stallison ??

my NOTP: derek and kate obviously

favorite episode: oh man. I DON’T KNOW. maybe 5.06 Required Reading because pain : ) but also 1x01 is iconic

saddest death: ALLISON ARGENT. SHE DESERVED BETTER GDI

favorite season: tbh i like season 5

least favorite season: season 6 for sure

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: i feel like we all like and dislike the same people

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: uM stiles ? but not really. i don’t know :c

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: scott fucking mccall

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: sterek tbh i guess ? lot of people don’t like it but i’ve always been a sucker for it im sorry but not really.

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: i guess melissa and chris, i’m not too invested but they are definitely cute

#intxrcisus #╰ ★ ╮ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᶰᵉ┊ANSWRED.

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loserholland · 7 years

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Alphas Chapter Eight

Hold On

Song

Based off the song Hold On by Chord Overstreet. I first heard this song from TVD 8x16 episode ‘I was feeling epic’ and when I played it before bed I thought this could relate to Alphas. This is written in Third Person P.O.V. This chapter the reader get’s into a car accident and isn’t healing quickly.

Warning- Sad just Sad & Happy ending

Word Count - 1,704

Loving and fighting Accusing, uniting I can't imagine a world with you gone The joy and the chaos, the demons we're made of I'd be so lost if you left me alone

The sun shinned bright in Theo’s room, (Y/N) laid sound asleep in his arms his fingertip traced the outline of her eyes to her nose and her lips causing him to smile as soft snores left her lips. Theo leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead as he pushed a strand of hair out of her face “(Y/N), you make my heart race... when you smile it light’s up the room. My feelings for you grow more and more each day... I never believed in love but you.. (Y/N) McCall gave me a reason why to believe in love and feel worth of your love but I don’t feel as if you can love me a broken soul.” (Y/N) began to stir arms stretching her eyes fluttered open smiling at Theo “Good Morning.” she yawned out as Theo placed a kiss on her plump lips “Good Morning Princess.”

Theo smiled to himself as the memory played over and over in his head, in that moment Theo wished he had his (Y/N) in his arms as they cuddled and talked about anything and everything..

Theo tossed in turn in bed it was currently 5:30 PM he closed his eyes for a little bit till his phone went off ‘Scott McCall’ lit up across the screen causing him to sigh “Hey Scott.” on the other end of the phone Theo heard sobs “What’s wrong? Is (Y/N) crying is she okay?” Theo quickly sat up from his bed and began to pace around the room “We’re at the hospital... (Y/N) got into a car accident.” Scott’s words left Theo shocked as he didn’t know how to process the information. “I’m I’m on my way.”

Theo rushed through the doors of beacon hill’s hospital looking frantically looking around for the pack his eyes were puffy tears still streaming down his face “Where is she? Is she okay? Can I see her.” Theo asked as Scott whispered a “No.” Theo looked at the pack then back at Scott “Isn’t she healed by now?” Theo said in a hushed voice “She’s not healing, she’s not allowing her body to heal.” Theo looked back and fourth at Scott then at the doors of the operating room. “Where is she? Where’s my daughter!” A voice said causing Theo to turn to see a guy a few inches taller than him and looked like Scott “Dad.” Scott whispered causing Theo’s eyes to widened. Her father was an FBI agent, “I need to see my daughter!” He demanded as Scott pushed pass Theo to talk his father.

His head was spinning trying to process what was happening with (Y/N), and why she wasn’t allowing her body to heal. He sat next to Liam his head buried in his hands as his mind was clouded with so many thoughts, “Hey.” a voice said Theo glanced to see Liam was patting he shoulder “(Y/N) is strong, she’ll heal trust me.” Theo scoffed lightly “I broke her heart Liam.” Theo leaned back so that his head was resting against the wall “Now she’s not allowing her body to heal...” Liam patted his knee “Theo she’s strong and I know she still loves you.. she never stopped loving you.”

You locked yourself in the bathroom Lying on the floor when I break through I pull you in to feel your heartbeat Can you hear me screaming "please don't leave me"

Theo sat in the hallway everyone except him and Scott were asleep his eyes were puffy and red his knee bounced uncontrollably looking at the doors of the operating room and back at Scott, he felt worried and sad his chemo signals were throwing off Scott “Theo.. you chemo signals stink.” causing him to shift in his seat “Sorry.. I need to see her.” he quickly got up from his seat and began to pace around he began to massage his temples trying to calm his breathing “Theo... go get yourself something to eat.” Scott said in a hushed tone as Theo nodded slowly “Call me if you hear anything.” Theo didn’t want to leave he wanted to stay and wait for the doctors to say (Y/N) can be seen.

The cafeteria was empty Mr.McCall must’ve left the hospital because he was no where to be seen. Theo spotted Melissa he was hesitant to go over and talk to her yet he didn’t even notice he was standing in front of her. “Hey Ms.McCall.” he said in a hushed tone Melissa looked up at Theo and wiped the tears that were on her cheeks “Hey Theo, sit sit.” she offered as Theo sat across of her. “I know what you did to (Y/N) but I know you still love and care for her. You make her happy, and I know she still and will always love you. So I want you to be the first to see her and talk to her just talk to her.” Theo gave Melissa a small smile “Thank you Ms.McCall.” he whispered.

Theo sat alone in the cafeteria Melissa had gone to assist a patient his face buried in his hands. “Please don’t leave me (Y/N).” he whispered as fresh tears filled his eyes.

Hold on, I still want you Come back, I still need you Let me take your hand, I'll make it right I swear to love you all my life Hold on, I still need you

A long endless highway, you're silent beside me Drivin' a nightmare I can't escape from Helplessly praying, the light isn't fadin' Hiding in the shock and the chill in my bones

It was Theo and (Y/N) four month anniversary and (Y/N) was ready to make love to Theo. The setting was romantic the candles rose petals covered Theo’s floors as (Y/N) sat with a robe on the edge of Theo’s bed. “(Y/N)?” Theo shouted as he kicked off his shoes jogging up the stairs “(Y/N?” he repeated “In here.” she responded as Theo opened his bedroom door revealing (Y/N) who stood in the middle of the room “Princess, I thought we were just gonna watch a movie and eat junk food.” Theo whispered as he scanned the room (Y/N) slowly made her way towards Theo kissing him passionately while undoing her robe allowing it to pool around her feet revealing the crimson red lingerie. “I want you to make love to me.” she whispered as Theo placed his hands on her hips pulling her into another kiss.

Theo’s phone rang causing him to quickly pull it out of his pocket Scott McCall flashed across the screen he slid his thumb across the screen pressing his phone to his ear “Hey Scott I’m in the cafeteria right now.” “There bringing her to a room and we can see her shortly.” Theo got up and ended the call rushing back to the pack.

They took you away on a table I pace back and forth as you lay still I pull you in to feel your heartbeat Can you hear me screaming, "please don't leave me"

Hold on, I still want you Come back, I still need you Let me take your hand, I'll make it right I swear to love you all my life Hold on, I still need you

Theo paced back and forth waiting to see his girl. Scott placed a hand on his shoulder giving Theo a nod “You can see her now.” he whispered as Theo smiled slightly walking into the room where (Y/N) laid resting.

The sound of the heart rate monitor echoed through the room as Theo’s eyes filled with fresh tears. He sat next to her bread placing his hand on hers “Baby.” he whispered “Princess.” “My (Y/N)” he brought her hands to his lips peppering kisses all over it.

“I’m sorry princess.. I’m sorry I cheated on you. I’m sorry I thought I wasn’t worthy to be loved, it just scares me because I don’t want to hurt you.” He looked up at his beautiful princess sleeping “When you first told me that you loved me I thought how could she love someone as broken as me? Someone who bullied you in fourth grade, how could you love someone that fucked up? You taught me that someone broken can be loved too... and I took that for granted. I took you for granted.” Theo drew in a sharp breathe wiping away the fallen tears “And now here we are in the hospital when I could have you in my arms. But instead I cheated on you... and when Scott called me saying you got into an accident and told me you weren’t healing all I could think was this is my fault this is my doing.”

I don't wanna let go I know I'm not that strong

“(Y/N) I just want to hold you in my arms right now. I’m scared to leave you I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want you to leave me.”

I just wanna hear you Saying baby, let's go home

“We could be laying in bed right now... just talking about everything and anything. Please come home to me (Y/N).”

Let's go home Yeah, I just wanna take you home

“I’m still here... crazy in love with you.. Please stay.” Theo whispered

Hold on, I still want you Come back, I still need you

Just then (Y/N) eyes fluttered open a roar leaving her lips causing Theo to hastily stand from his seats. “(Y/N)” Theo said above his breathe (Y/N) quickly leaned up looking over at Theo “I heard everything.. I heard everything you said.” (Y/N) said breathlessly as Theo’s began to cry “Theo? I’m here I’m alive why are you crying?” she questioned Theo rushed over to her kissing her passionately “You came back to me.” he whispered against her lips causing (Y/N) to smile pecking his lips “I could never leave you.. I love you so fucking much Theodore Raeken.” Theo chuckled peppering kisses all over (Y/N) face “I love you more (Y/N) McCall.”

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trustthisdialect · 7 years

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I just want to say a few words about the end of Teen Wolf. Back in the summer of 2012 I was unemployed and living at home with nothing to do. I remember initially hearing about Teen Wolf and thinking the idea was insane and sounded awful but as it went on I saw and heard good things but I was into so many shows at the time I chose not to watch it because I knew I would become obsessed with it but that summer I ran out of things to do and Teen Wolf came on my recommendations on Netflix I broke down and watched with alongside my mom. We ended up ripping through the first season and I quickly streamed the few episodes of season 2 that had already aired in order to catch up to the new episodes airing at the time. This show quickly became one of my favorite shows on television. I bought shirts and iphone cases. I was so in love with it and ended up writing an essay about the show and the character breakdowns for a class in grad school the next year. I’ve watched the show and loved it dearly ever since then. There were times when my interest waned like in season 4 and season 6B but I always loved it. This show was a million times better than it had any reason to be. This show should’ve been a disaster for every reason but was smart, funny, scary at times, had some beautiful relationships and devastating deaths. Characters came and went, but in the end the message stayed the same, not all monsters do monstrous things. No matter who you are or what you feel like you always have a choice to do good and be good. And always do your best to help defend those who can’t defend themselves. I hope we can all take something away from each character and use it in our everyday lives. Lead with your heart and try to always choose love and maintain a belief in humanity like Scott. Even if you feel inferior to those around you, find your own strength and let that guide you, like Stiles and his crazy amazing brain. Don’t hide yourself from the world and embrace your strengths, like Lydia. Let your battle scars push you to help others, like Alison. Don’t let your past define you and forge your own path, like Malia. Learn to have compassion for people because you never know the battles they’re fighting, like Issac. Be fierce about your family but know when it’s time to separate yourself and form new bonds, like Derek. Believe you can change and pick a good role model, like Liam. Be brave and be there for your friends when they need you, like Mason. Don’t apologize for your weirdness and embrace your legacy, like Kira. Love fiercely and protect every one you can, like Melissa McCall and Sheriff Stilinski. Even when you feel like you have nothing left to fight for remember the world is still full of people that could use your help, like Argent. And also just remember that given the opportunity even the darkest of souls can find redemption if they can be shown kindness, like Jackson, Theo, Aiden and Ethan. So after 100 episodes and seven years, goodnight my sweet show and know you will live on forever in the hearts of every fan. Thank you to everyone who helped make this show what it was and still is and especially, thank you Jeff Davis for creating and carrying all of this on your back for all these years, thank you.

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mutualpiningandawkwardness · 7 years

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I Just Want You To Know Who I Am

(Also on AO3)

The City of Angels AU that I wanted someone to write, but accidentally started writing myself. With a Happy Ending! (Not that kind of happy ending.) (But you can add that kind of happy ending if you want. Just consider this a prompt.)

Derek is a doctor. He went into medicine because he wants to help people. The more lives he can save, the more he feels he can bury the guilt of the deaths of his entire family.

Stiles is an angel of death. Escorts souls as they pass from earth to the afterlife. (No, he wasn’t there when the Hale fire happened.)

One day in the operating room, Derek has a police sheriff on his table. He had been shot in the line of duty, saving a school bus full of kids (or something equally as dawwww and heroic). Derek has his hands in the Sheriff’s chest cavity, giving compressions directly to his heart. Stiles is waiting in the room. His long dark coat a stark contrast to the light tiles and cold steel of the emergency operating room. Derek glances up, directly at the corner where Stiles is standing.

“You can’t have him. Not today.” It’s a statement. Made directly to him.

Stiles is startled. Never before has he felt he’d been spoken to, so directly. So intentionally.

He doesn’t take the Sheriff. He’ll catch hell for it, but sometimes these things happen. Those near death/temporary death experiences; An angel missed their cue.

Stiles follows Derek around. Watches him saving lives, making small talk with hospital staff. Checking in on Erica, Boyd, Isaac. Derek finances their schooling. He’d set up a scholarship with the insurance money and they are his first three recipients. Once they finish school he’ll find more at-risk kids with potential to give scholarships to. They don’t have a relationship per se. They just know him as their benefactor. Though, they’ve gotten to know each other through the program and are good friends with each other.

Derek lives a pretty solitary life. Every day he goes home to his cats.

Stiles hangs around his house and hears Derek talking to “Laura”. At first thinks it’s one of his cats. Then he realizes there’s a picture of a beautiful dark haired woman tucked into a mirror frame.

Stiles asks around. Several angels know the Hales. Eleven of them were called to duty at the same time. Adults, children, babies, all taken at once. Unfortunately it’s not so unusual. But there is usually some disaster or war that would require several angels at once.

He finds the angel who escorted Laura. She didn’t cross until a few years later, leaving Derek all alone.

Stiles visits the Sheriff in the hospital while he’s recovering. The room is empty save for Stiles sitting in the visitor’s chair. Which, no one would know, since he’s invisible.

“Doc says I’m out of the woods. I’m getting better. Hell, I just got my cholesterol to good levels. You’re not taking me. Not today. Not any time soon.”

Stiles is startled. Does this patient know he’s there?

Nurse McCall comes in. “What was that Sheriff Stilinski? Complaining about the food again?” Stiles leaves. He must have misunderstood.

Derek checks on John Stilinski more than he would his other patients. He recognized him from the night of the fire. The Sheriff had been a deputy then.

Derek clears his throat quietly and John opens his eyes. “Sheriff. I’m Derek Hale. I don’t know if you-”

“Derek! Of course! From Beacon Hills. That’s wonderful you’re a doctor now. And not just because you saved my life.”

“You left Beacon Hills too?”

“Yeah. After my wife died… it got too painful. Too many memories.” He looks at Derek. The unspoken, ‘You understand’ hangs heavy in the air.

“Thank you. Really.” John reaches out to put his hand on Derek’s holding the chart. “If you ever need anything, let me know.”

“Thank you, Sheriff. I will.” It makes Derek feel better for some reason. Like someone will be looking out for him. He hasn’t felt that since Laura was around.

Stiles decides to make himself visible to Derek. They talk and get to know each other. Derek thinks Stiles is a little odd. Always asking about Derek’s favorite things. What he couldn’t live without. What it was like the first time he saw the ocean, the snow. How it feels to swim. What his favorite foods are. (Because Stiles has no sense of taste, touch or smell. And he’s very curious.)

There’s not much Stiles can tell Derek about himself without revealing his true nature. His job is… delivering packages. But it’s all very secretive. He lives… in town nearby, nowhere specific. Derek doesn’t mind. He enjoys the company. And he feels like he knows Stiles, despite not knowing much about him.

One day Derek is talking about losing his family. It’s a big step for him. It’s the broad story, no specifics, nothing about Kate. Just the fact that he lost them. All at once. Stiles asks what happened to Laura. Derek reels back in shock. He’d never mentioned Laura to Stiles. He becomes suspicious that Stiles had something to do with Laura’s death, that he’s there to spy on Derek or finish the job or something. He cuts all contact with Stiles.

Stiles is devastated. The world is bleak, gray and hopeless. The sunrise sounds like nails on a chalkboard. He’s just existing, but doesn’t even want to anymore.

Out of desperation, he goes to see the sheriff. Sits in the visitor’s chair again, waiting for… something.

John Stilinski has his eyes closed. If Stiles couldn’t feel his conscious awareness, he’d think he was sleeping.

“I know you’re there. Today’s not the day.”

Stiles makes himself visible to the sheriff. “How do you know?”

“What, that I’m not dying?” John opens his eyes and looks at Stiles. He’s not surprised or startled at all.

“No, that I was here.”

“It’s a feeling. My line of work. You see a death or two.”

“But how.”

“It’s a secret.”

Stiles harumps and crosses his arms. He would deny it, but maybe he pouts. A little.

“I’d be willing to let you in on the secret for a Tommy’s burger.”

“Really? But I can’t. Derek won’t-”

“Oh. You’ll figure out a way.”

Stiles considers his options for a moment. Then remembers his original purpose of visiting.

“So. Your doctor….”

“Derek?”

“Yes, okay. Derek...” He doesn’t know what to say without it sounding like a schoolgirl crush. He pauses, thinking what to ask instead of, “do you think he likes me likes me?”

“You’re not…” The sheriff squints at Stiles. “You leave him alone. You don’t touch a hair on his head. And you leave his friends alone too. Nobody. No one he cares about. Stay away. Kid’s had enough tragedy for five lifetimes.

“Not like that!” Stiles is horrified at even the thought of taking Derek across. “Sheesh. I wasn’t going to. But... you know about his family?”

“Yeah, kid. I know.”

“Why do you call me kid? I’m older than you are.”

“Don’t count on it.”

“What does that mean?”

“Bring me my burger and we’ll talk.”

Melissa brings in burgers one day. Well, her son brings them in and has lunch with them both. She didn’t know why, but said she’d had a craving for burgers suddenly, and Scott was on his way in so picked them up for her. Stiles watches them eat together, chatting, laughing. When the Sheriff takes his last bite and licks the grease off his thumb, he winks at the corner where Stiles is standing, invisible.

Later, Stiles goes to the room when no one else is around.

“Okay kiddo. You fulfilled your end. Here’s my story.” He pauses. It’s probably not for dramatic effect, but Stiles is so anxious to hear it he’s leaning forward in his chair.

“I’m one of you.”

“What?!” He did not expect that. Never in- Never could he have imagined that an angel would be able to become human.

“I used to do what you do. Decided I wanted to become human.”

“How?”

“You have to… fall.”

“And?”

“And, that’s it. It might be more the intent of your actions. But He gets the message.”

“And that’s it? After that you’re human?”

“Well, it’s a learning curve. But yes, you’re human.”

“So all I have to do-”

“But really think about it,” the sheriff interrupts. “You have to realize what you’re giving up. Why are you considering this?”

“I-” Stiles can’t put it into words. He wants to know Derek. Be with him. So badly. “How did you decide you wanted to?”

The Sheriff smiles. “I spent all my free time watching her.”

“Her?”

“Claudia. Claudia Gajos. Then I talked to her and it was all over.”

“You fell in love.”

“Yes.”

“How did you know how to become like them?

“Met a guy. Like me telling you now. He told me about falling.”

“Did you do it right away?”

“Yes.”

“How could you be sure?”

“She was the only thing I could think of. Night or day. I wanted to... I just had to be with her. Hold her hand. Smell her hair. Taste her skin. I felt like I was dying not to.”

“Is she at home? She hasn’t been to visit.”

The Sheriff gets a sad, distant look. “She passed away. We were together for five years. I had five years with her.”

Stiles stops. Considers what that means, to someone in his position. “Did you know?”

“No, I didn’t know. She got sick, we found out about it four years after I fell. It... went quickly.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. Thanks, kiddo. Me too.”

“Would you still do it? Knowing what you know now… would you still do it?”

“In a heartbeat.”

Stiles nods. Five years with Derek. One year. A day. He’d take it. Now that he knows it’s possible.

Derek, more depressed than usual since he cut off contact with Stiles, checks in on John Stilinski.

The sheriff sees his face and raises his eyebrows in concern. “You doing okay, son?”

“I think I’m the one here checking up on you.” Derek smiles wanly and looks over his charts.

“Doesn’t mean you don’t need looking after as well. You have people who worry about you. Who want to make sure you’re okay.”

Derek is startled. It sounds like- “Do you know Stiles? Are you- are you working with him?”

“Working with him? Nah. I’ve gotten to know him. He’s stopped by. Kept me company. Got me that Tommy’s burger I’ve been craving.”

Derek scowls, but there’s a hint of a smile there too.

“He’s a good kid. He’s really, really good. An angel, really.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“Maybe more literally than figuratively. Are you going to talk to him?”

“You think I made a mistake?”

“I don’t know what you did. But you don’t seem happy right now.”

“I don’t know if I can trust him.”

“And he doesn’t know if he can trust you. But he’s willing to take a chance on you.”

“What does that mean? I’m not a risk. I don’t- I’m… I’m nothing.”

“You’re not nothing mister. You’re an amazing doctor and a kind, caring person. And he’s pretty special too, and willing to risk everything for you.”

Derek nods. It’s what he wanted to hear. What he needed to hear.

Derek goes to the place where they met the most, the park just across the street from the hospital. To the fountain where they’d eat lunch. (Well, where Derek ate lunch. Stiles never ate.)

“I’m willing to take a chance. I don’t- I can’t offer you anything. I’m nothing special. But I want to- I want us to be together.” He says it to the air, to the water in the fountain, to the angel sculpture perched at the top of it.

There’s no sound save for the normal ambient city/park noises. He feels like he’s talking to the void.

But Stiles hears him. In his excitement he goes immediately to the tallest place he knows, the city bell tower. He falls.

It’s the scariest thing he’s ever done. Also the easiest.

The Sheriff picks him up. Takes him back to his home to get him on his feet; i.e. physically able to get around on his own. They tell Melissa and Scott the secret and they help too.

Stiles is amazed by everything.

“Holy shit, Scotty! I just took a shit! This is amazing! I’m amazing!”

“Look, Melissa! I’m bleeding! There’s blood inside me and it’s coming out!”

“Oh my god! Curly fries are the best! I can’t believe I haven’t tasted curly fries before! Wait, Sheriff. You’re not supposed to eat these. You’ll thank me later.”

As soon as he is physically able, he finds Derek.

Tells him about who he was. About seeing Derek that day in the operating room. About asking around to his friends who crossed with Derek’s family. About talking to the angel who took Laura. About meeting the Sheriff and becoming human.

Stiles asks Derek to let him, as he is now, as a somewhat clumsy and excitable human, into his life. Derek of course agrees. He may cry a little.

Derek takes him to the ocean. To the snow. On a rollercoaster. Feeds him cotton candy and funnel cake, truffles and filet mignon, lobster and wine. He tries to keep him away from caffeine after that first time, but it’s a losing battle.

They have sex, and it is AMAZING! (Someone who is not me please write Stiles’s thoughts on what sex is like for a being who did not have the sense of touch, taste or smell until just now.)

AND THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER. THIS IS THE ONLY ENDING I WILL ACCEPT.

Final scene is a backyard barbecue with Sheriff, Melissa, Stiles, Derek, Scott and Kira. Also, Derek’s cats and the dogs they’ve adopted. Oh yeah, Boyd, Erica and Isaac too - Stiles drew them into the family. (As an aside: Melissa and Sheriff get married so Scott starts to call him dad, then Stiles slips up and calls him dad and it sticks. So then Derek calls him dad too.)

Final, final scene is the same, or maybe Christmas, years later, with everyone - and babies!

#sterek headcanon #city of angels AU #sterek fic #sterek prompt #tw vague suicide mention #i want to make a mood board for this!

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