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samdeancass · 2 months

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Requested by @ab1nsur

Pairing: Malia Tate x male Reader

Genre: Smut

Characters: Malia, Y/N

Description: When Malia hears Y/N talking about what he'd like to do to her, Malia pulls him aside and tells him to show her what he means.

"You know, she is the only girl that I think could take me, the whole nine inches. Get her up against the wall and fuck her into oblivion. That's what I'd do to her."

You were standing at your locker with your gym buddies. They'd asked you about your recent 'wet dream' about Malia which led to the current conversation. What you didn't realise, however, was that Malia was standing just across the corridor and had heard every last word that you'd said. The smirk that had pasted itself on your face suddenly disappeared when you saw her walking over with a shit-eating grin on her face.

"Oh, fuck." Your buddies turned around and tried to suppress their laughter when Malia pushed her way through the group and stood toe-to-toe with you. "I heard what you'd like to do to me. Now, pretty boy, how about you show me?" She smirked playfully at you, innocently batting her eyes.

You smirked evilly at her, eyes darkening with lust, before roughly grabbing her hand and tugging her down the hallway. "See you later, guys, I have some business to take care of." Wolf whistles and cheering were your reply as you dragged Malia into the nearest closet.

Roughly pushing her inside, you locked the door and slammed her on it before attacking every part of her body. "Alright you little slut, you want me to show you what I wanna do to you?" You wrapped your hand around her throat and squeezed slightly, eliciting a moan from her lips. "Yes, Y/N, show me. Fuck me into oblivion."

You growled in response and roughly turned her around, pressing her face into the door. Roughly, you moved your other hand down her body and stopped at her pants, ripping them from her body.

Unzipping your zipper, you pulled your dick out and pumped a few times before putting a condom on and lining up with her cunt. Without giving her any time to expect it you roughly bottomed out inside her, earning a guttural moan from her. You pressed your body up against hers, wrapped her hair around your hand, and pulled just as you pulled out and slammed back in.

You hammered into her, making her take all of you. You could feel yourself getting closer to your high but you weren't ready to let your dream end. Pulling out, you roughly turned Malia around and slammed your lips onto hers while one hand massaged her breast and another reached down to play with her clit.

"This good enough for you, you little slut?" She opened her mouth to respond but only a low, breathy moan came out. You rubbed a little harder and smirked when you saw Malia's eyes roll to the back of her head. "Oh yeah, you like it rough, don't you? You little whore." That comment tipped her over the edge and she came all over your hand, a loud moan escaping her mouth.

"We're not done yet, sweetheart." Once again, you turned her around and pushed her against the door. You slammed into her, completely bottoming out and going at a monstrous pace. Her face slammed against the door to match the pace you were going at. Loud moans echoed around the room as she orgasmed all over your dick. Your orgasm was dangerously close. The last few thrusts were all that you needed before you emptied your seed into the condom.

Taking it off, you tied the ends together and tossed it in the corner before pulling up your pants and cleaning Malia up. "Was that good enough for you, babe?" She looked up at you through her eyelashes and smiled widely. "The best sex I ever had. But please tell me, when are we gonna tell your friends about us?"

You leaned down and kissed her before opening the door. "Not just yet, let us have this dirty little secret for a little while longer. It makes doing it here more thrilling." You winked at her before walking towards your cheering friends.

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inlovewhithafairytale · 2 months

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POV:Dating Malia...

I love her so much🤍🤍🤍🖤

i am so bisexual

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jjsmaybank20 · 1 year

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Hi! Is it possible to ask for a request for Teen Wolf Malia Tate. The reader and Malia have been dating for a long time, until a new student starts flirting with Malia, the Reader, seeing this, got angry, and took Malia to her home. At home, the reader shows Malia whose she is and who she is dating, leaving bites and hickeys all over her body. Thank you in advance! Have a nice day/evening/night!!

Jealousy, Jealousy

Malia Tate x GN!Reader

Summary: You can't help but get jealous. But maybe thats exactly what Malia wanted?

Warnings: Smut (Minors DNI), Oral (Malia Reciving), Fingering (Malia Reciving), Face-Riding (Malia Reciving)

Word Count: 848

A/N: Thank you for the ask! Hope you like it.

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You know you shouldn’t be jealous. You and Malia have been together for who knows how long, and together you have been through hell and back.

But seeing Scott leaning over her, flirting with her, made you see red. You made your way over there as fast as you could, and snatched her away. You could hear Scott begin to protest, but they died out as you got further away.

Malia didn’t protest at all. She already felt the wetness pooling between her legs in anticipation, knowing what happens when you get jealous.

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You tie Malia to the bed, each limb tied to a bedpost. You chuckle at her whines. Your hands fan over her body, tracing over every curve of her sides, running up and down her breasts and pinching her nipples through her shirt and bra.

She squirms, wanting so badly for you to touch her, to fuck her, to do anything literally. But here you are, teasing her while she is tied up with no escape, pussy dripping down onto the mattress below her and over her inner thighs. She twists her body so her pussy can press into her inner thighs, but you are quick to slap her legs apart harshly.

"Don't even think about it," you warn, arching an eyebrow at her in disappointment. She huffs, frustrated beyond belief. “You’ve been a bad girl, and now you're getting punished for it.” At this, she whimpers.

You find the buttons of her shirt and undo them one by one. Once you finish, you swiftly take off your shirt and crawl back up Malia’s body. You finally kiss her harshly, and she moans into your mouth. Making your way to her neck, you find her pulse point immediately and you nip at it, causing her to whimper.

You run your hands over her body again, slipping your hands underneath her bra to tease her nipples. She throws her head back at the feeling, a soft moan expelling from her lips. With this new access to her neck, you leave bites everywhere you can reach.

Finally, you rid her of her bra. You made your way down from her neck to her stomach, marking her up as you went. You finally made it to her hips, and started working at her panties. Hooking your fingers under the thin panty line. You moan at the sight of her, now naked body. She hisses at the cold, and out of desperation, wanting nothing more than for you to touch her

You crawl on the bed again, and begin eating her out like it's your last meal, and making her cum, one, two, three times. The way your tongue works her fast and teasingly, mixed with the way your fingers fuck into her hard and fast, are the reasons she can cum so fast — She can’t help but think that you’re a girl who knows what she's doing, that's for sure.

But she knows you aren't done with her. You wipe the corners of your mouth, kissing her lips before untying her and flipping her over so her pussy is hovering over you.

"Ride my face, baby," you instruct. You pull her down roughly onto your mouth. Your tongue flicks at her clit, loving how she's still so whiney for you. You pull her closer to you, loving this new position almost as much as she does.

You suck her clit, humming against her as she grinds over your mouth. She's whimpering, moaning your name like a prayer, and how you wished to answer it.

The bed creaks forcibly against the wall before the slats break from underneath. The two of you look at each other in shock, before erupting in fits of laughter.

“I’m sorry for getting so jealous, baby. I just can’t help it.” You apologize meekly. Malia laughs before replying, “I don’t mind. I mean, it leads to some bomb-ass sex, so…”

You both laugh, before realizing how tired you are. You look at her one more time, admiring your work, all the marks you left on her. Now no one could deny that she was yours, and only yours.

She snuggles into you, and you can’t help but think how lucky you are to have this wonderful woman in your life.

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The next day, the exhaustion really hits you. By some miracle you made it to lunch, Lydia noticing you yawn while you ate the bland cafeteria food on your tray.

"I'm guessing it wasn't studying for your physics test so what's got you so tired Y/N?" she asks.

"We were having some insanely good sex last night," Malia answered causally.

Scott chokes on his food, glaring at you jealously. Lydia laughs while Stiles goes to give you a high five but you smack his hand away.

"Malia," you say embarrassed.

"What? It was great and as I've seen people say in porn you 'fucked my brains out'," she finishes.

You blush, while Stiles pats you on the back. You and Malia were definitely going to have to work on the oversharing.

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ateotd-izzy · 10 months

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ceilings | stiles stilinski x fem!reader

part one | PART TWO (requested by @mysticallystilinski)

summary: after going through her memories and finally remembering stiles, y/n is confident that he’s back. so she goes with lydia and malia to find him.

warnings: FLUFF, some swearing, this is more parts of the episode rather than me just making it up but yk

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“y/n?” scott’s voice brought you out of your head.

"where is he?" you turned to face him. “you guys saw him? right? it was working.”

“what?”

“stiles. he was right here. didn’t you guys see him? the light?” you gestured to the empty hall in front of you.

“we didn't see anyone.” malia stated.

"no." you looked down the corridor again, your voice echoing around the walls. "he was here. i know it."

"alright, come on." malia put her hands on your shoulders. "back inside."

she and lydia led you back into the room and scott closed the door behind you all. or he went to.

liam appeared in the doorway and stopped it from closing last second.

"liam..." scott sighed in relief.

"there's something you need to see." liam said to him.

"you're still here."

"but everyone else is gone. all of them. they're all gone."

your heart probably would've sunk if you weren't dead set on the thought that stiles was back.

you ignored the rest of the conversation between liam and scott and tried to think about exactly where stiles could be. where you would find him.

"in case stiles comes back?"

your head shot up at lydia's words.

"if there's hope, you need to keep trying." scott told the three of you.

you knew stiles wouldn't think to come to argent's bunker, but you kept quiet as scott left with liam.

you waited about ten minutes before heading for the door.

“um, excuse me?” lydia scoffed, getting your attention. “where do you think you’re going?”

“where does it look? i’m going to find stiles.”

“scott told us to stay in case he shows up here.” lydia stated.

“okay, we all know stiles would never come here.” malia pointed out, joining you at the door, and you nodded in agreement.

“see? we need to find him.” you stated. the look lydia gave you was one of disbelief. “look, if he was gonna show up here, he would’ve. but he hasn’t, so…”

lydia didn’t say anything.

“please, lydia?” you begged. “please?”

“fine.” she caved and the three of you quickly left the bunker.

you ended up in the school parking lot just a few minutes later where stiles’ jeep had been left since he disappeared.

instead now the car was gone.

hope sparked in your chest as you examined the tire marks on the ground in front of you.

“they look fresh.” lydia noted.

“it’s from stiles’ jeep.” malia agreed. “it must’ve just left.”

“without his keys?” lydia asked incredulously.

“he used a screwdriver to start it up half the time.” you spoke up, not looking at your friends.

“then he’s here.” malia spoke.

“we have to tell scott.” lydia stated.

looking up, you noticed train tracks running across the school’s lawn and into the building.

“yeah, well, we should probably tell scott about that too.” you stood up and started walking over.

lydia and malia exchanged a look and the three of you headed into the school.

after reaching the library and finding the train station inside, and soon after finding peter, getting malia to get him out of the ghost riders’ world and into your own, there was a fight and you and lydia had to run out of the library, leaving malia and peter alone to fight the ghost riders.

“shit, where’s—” your voice seemed to disappear as you spoke.

both you and lydia had turned around to face the library, but you had this feeling.

your heart sped up and it was like a rush. like how you had felt before when you went through your memories.

the feeling you had around stiles.

you started heading down the hallway without another word.

“y/n? where on earth…” lydia sighed and followed after quickly.

it was like something was pulling you through the school, down the different hallways.

a gunshot not too far ahead got you to speed up.

“scott, i can’t fight this guy!” stiles’ voice shouted from one of the locker rooms and you frantically grabbed lydia’s arm, pulling her to the room as another gunshot went off.

“no, no, no.” you muttered as you did so, before you reached the doorway.

inside the room was a ghost rider pointing his gun right at someone’s head.

stiles stood before the ghost rider, looking exactly like he did when you last saw him.

the same red flannel, the same hairstyle, everything.

you covered your ears as lydia screamed, sending the ghost rider flying into the lockers ahead.

when she stopped you pushed your way into the room properly and froze as stiles stared back at the two of you in shock.

“stiles…” you breathed out, a smile tugging on your lips.

you both then rushed towards each other, meeting halfway and connecting your lips in a kiss.

his hands cupped your face like they had so many times before, and your hands were in his hair, trying to keep him as close to you as possible.

you never wanted to let go of him.

the missing piece to your puzzle had finally been found, and now the picture was complete.

in that moment, you didn’t care about the ghost riders, or lydia, who had stepped out of the room for a moment. the only thing you cared about was him.

stiles.

the three whole months without him had been the longest of your life. even if you couldn’t remember him.

the two of you pulled apart and his arms found their way around you.

“oh, god.” he mumbled into your shoulder, hugging you tight.

you took his face in your hands and just examined him. you took in all his features as if it were the first time you had ever seen him.

he was real. and he was right in front of you.

“i thought i had lost you.” you whispered, the tears finally starting to brim in your eyes. “i don’t know what i would’ve done…”

you trailed off, getting lost in his brown eyes.

his eyes.

you hugged him tightly again.

“i love you so much.” he whispered in your ear. “god, i’ve missed you.”

“you don’t know how much i’ve missed you.” you said with a slight chuckle. “oh, my god.”

he smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours again.

“i still can’t…” your hand brushed some of his hair that sat slightly over his forehead. “i mean, you exist. you’re here.”

“i’m here,” he wrapped his arms around you again. “and i don’t want to leave you ever again.”

you hugged him back tight, your arms slotting into place around his torso just under his own arms.

lovely to just stay there with him.

“you ready for our last day of high school ever?” you asked stiles quietly.

the two of you were lying in his bed, under the covers and in pyjamas, facing each other.

the last day of senior year.

“no.” he whispered and you smiled softly.

you slotted your hand into his. “that’s okay.”

“yeah.”

it had taken some time, but everything had slowly begun going back to normal.

or your definition of ‘normal.’

normal was you and stiles lying in bed at 6:30 in the morning when you were supposed to be getting ready for school.

it still felt impossible for you to be looking at him again. touching him again. kissing him again.

with one hand in his and the other tucked under your head, you just stared at stiles with a smile.

“what’re you looking at, weirdo?” he asked, his beautiful smile slipping onto his face.

“you.” you leaned forward and pecked him on the lips.

“woah. very bold.”

“it’s ‘cause you’re kinda cute.” you shrugged, holding back a smile.

stiles rolled over and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. “you know i might have to call my girlfriend and tell her this very pretty girl is making moves on me.”

you rolled your eyes as he held his phone to his ear, your phone ringing seconds later.

“well, would you look at that?” he grinned, hanging up the call and dropping his phone onto the bed. “you’re my girlfriend.”

“you’re such a dork.” you laughed. “and so cheesy.”

“you love me.” he whispered against your lips before kissing you.

of course the door opened at that very second.

“okay, you two, enough canoodling and start getting your butts to school.” sheriff stilinski ordered, coffee mug in hand, and stiles groaned. “last day!”

stilinski forced a small cheer and you chuckled, copying the cheer.

“there’s the enthusiasm.” noah nodded and walked back down the hallway.

“dad, close the door!” stiles called after him.

“get ready for school!” noah yelled back.

the two of you, stiles more begrudgingly, did end up getting ready for your last day and sat down in his jeep.

“you ready now?” you asked stiles as he put the keys into the ignition.

“nope.” he started up the car.

“me neither.”

stiles turned his head to meet your eyes and smiled.

and it feels like the end of a movie i’ve seen before

you smiled back and he started driving, both of you totally unprepared to leave high school, but ready to start the rest of your lives. together.

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a/n: i feel like this isn’t as good (or as long) as the first part but i still hope you guys like it

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riley-phoenix · 1 year

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Pairing: Malia X Reader(gender not specified), Scott X Kira, Alisson X Isaac, Jackson X Ethan, Lydia X Aiden, Stiles X Derek, Theo X Liam, Mason X Corey

Canon: Teen Wolf

Content: General stupid teenager trip stuff, smut, fluff, alcohol, nudity

Author's Note: I saw this post by @rottenstyx and it inspired me to write this fic, apologies if someone has already written it. Also, sorry this took SO long to write. I'm always busy and I never managed to find the time.

Summary: With graduation just around the corner, the senior members of the pack will soon be leaving Beacon Hills High School. You suggest the entire pack take a road trip together and just do some normal teenager things for a change, but what happens when you take a break from hunting evil and go on vacation?

The end of the school year. It was that time of year again, that time of year that normally brought a sense of joy along with it. That time of year that you and the rest of the pack would normally wait for eagerly... But not this year. Because this year, it was your last school holiday before college.

You had two things on your mind. Firstly, an unforgettable time with your friends. You wanted to spend one last, villian-free trip together before the end of an era dawned, and the majority of you would officially end your tenure at Beacon Hills High.

Secondly, and most importantly, you had a college decision to make. A hard one. Your girlfriend, Malia, had been placed on the waiting list at Santa Ana. While you were on the waiting list at both Santa Ana and Stanford. However, in a moment of madness, when questioned about it by Malia, you froze and only mentioned Stanford. Why would you do that? Because Stanford had always been your dream school. That was until you got another dream, to go to the same school as Malia. It was all you talked about for the past month. Sharing a dorm, walking each other to class, coming down together for the holidays; and now you were split between worlds.

You walked into your room to gather the last of your things for the trip. You were all driving up to Lydia's family's Lake House for the weekend. You sighed as you packed some clothes into a suitcase when Scott walked in.

"Ready?".

"Almost".

"What're you planning on doing when we get there?", Scott asked curiously.

You paused, "...I thought we were just gonna hang out. Why? Is there some serious conversation you needed to have?".

"Yeah... With Kira".

"Right! She's taking a gap year to go on that Asia trip with her parents".

"...And I dont know what we're gonna do since we were supposed to go on all those campus tours together. I can't just do nothing for a year".

"But you also don't wanna be a year ahead of her".

Scott nodded his head, "What about you and Malia? You guys probably have some stuff to clear out since you're going to different colleges".

"That's... Not the only problem we're having", you said shyly.

"Meaning?", Stiles said as he entered the room.

"Well... We've been dating for a while now. And we've said 'I love you', but we haven't..."

Scott and Stiles looked on in confusion.

You sighed, "Y'know, we haven't... Done it yet".

"Ooohhh", they said at the same time.

"Yeah, you ought to have that talk", Stiles said.

"Oh, Please", you responded, rolling you eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?", Stiles asked.

"You've had a crush on Derek for years and you haven't even talked to him about it yet".

"I have a pact".

"With?", Scott asked.

"Liam. I'll talk to Derek when he talks to Theo".

You and Scott laughed under your breath and Stiles rolled his eyes, "Can we go now?", He asked impatiently.

"Yeah, Let's get moving", you said as the three of you headed outside.

About an hour later, you all arrived at the luxurious cabin. You shuffled inside with multiple bags in hand and threw them inside an empty room.

"Hi!", A voice called out enthusiastically. You turned around to see Malia, with her arms outstretched, moving towards you. She placed her arms gently around your neck and gave you a peck on the lips.

"Hi", you said, as you kissed her back.

"How was your drive?", She asked.

"Fine. Where's everyone else?".

"Outside. Mason and Corey are starting a barbeque".

You walked outside, hand in hand, and found Mason had already set up the barbeque stand while Corey prepared the meat.

Later that evening, you sat on a fold-up chair and praised a hotdog, possibly the best you've ever tasted. "Oh my god, Mason what is in this?".

He smiled, "It's Corey's secret recipe".

You looked at Corey expectedly.

Corey put his hands up in defence, "A magician never reveals his secrets".

You laughed, took another bite of the delicious hotdog and noticed something out of the corner of your eye. On the edge of the dock, Scott and Kira were sitting side by side on the wooden platform above the water, engaged in a conversation; and it looked serious.

"I... Don't know what I'm gonna do next year", Scott said.

"What'd you mean?", Kira asked.

Scott sighed, "We were supposed to go on all those campus tours together, pick one and start the year together. Now you're taking a gap year... I don't wanna do nothing for an entire year but... I also don't wanna start a year before you".

Kira sighed, "Right... The Asia trip. It meant so much to my parents I didn't think about how it would affect... Us. Do you want me to not go?".

"Only if you don't want to".

Kira sighed, "But I do want to, Scott... But I also want to start freshman year with you... Together".

"...Are we gonna be together next year?".

"Yes! God, yes... I love you, Scott McCall".

"I love you too... So... What are we gonna do then?".

Kira thought for a second, then, an idea sparked in her head, "Come with me".

"What?".

"Come with me. On the trip, and we'll do the campus tours after. That way you don't have to spend a year waiting for me and we can still start freshman year together".

Scott considered the idea, then he smiled. A big, bright genuine smile. "Okay", he said, as he leaned forward to cup her cheek with his hand and kiss her passionately.

You couldn't hear what they were saying but you were happy they made up, and seeing them have the tough conversation they were avoiding made you realise there was a talk you'd been avoiding as well. You looked around for Malia but couldn't find her. Excusing yourself, you headed inside the house to look for her. You opened the door to the room you had kept your bags in, and at the very same time caught Malia exiting the shower; completely naked.

"Oh--Sh--Sorry!", You exclaimed as you turned around.

"*your name*, I'm fine with you seeing me naked", she said with a chuckle.

"I'm not"

Once again, she chuckled, "You're cute... What's up?".

"I... Wanted to talk to you about something".

"Okay then", she said as she waited patiently for you to speak, although an impending silence filled the air.

"Can you put a towel on please?".

"Ugh, fine"

You waited a few seconds for her to cover herself up. "You can turn around now".

You turned around and saw Malia wrapped In a white towel, folded neatly just above her breasts and her hair still slightly damp. "So... You had something on your mind".

"Yeah. I was thinking... We've been dating a long time...".

"We have".

"And I was thinking... Before we graduate. There's something we haven't done before that I think I'm ready to do... But not sure if you feel the same way about--".

"You wanna have sex", Malia says quite bluntly.

"Yeah", you say, with a hint of embarrassment.

"Why're you so nervous about this".

"Because I... I haven't...", You sighed, "I haven't done this before".

"You're a virgin?".

"Yeah".

Malia paused, and observed the situation carefully before speaking again, "You said you were ready", Malia said, with her big, brown, soul bearing eyes staring into yours.

"I am. I just wasn't sure if you were".

"I am", she says, with absolutely no hesitation. "So...."

"I don't know", you say shyly.

Malia leans forward and kisses you, then she leans back, and slowly, seductively, removes the towel and let's it fall to the floor. She's completely naked. "Now you", she says.

You start removing your clothes. Following her moves, you take them off slowly and let them fall to the floor, letting her watch and enjoy and allowing her lust for you to grow stronger. Soon you're both completely naked.

Malia leans forward to kiss you again, this time you place your hands around her waist and push her down onto the bed. All of a sudden, the door swings open and Stiles and Derek barge in, half naked and kissing each other.

"Stiles!?", You scream out.

"*your name*!?", Stiles responds.

"Derek!?", Malia exclaims.

"Malia!?", Derek shouts.

"WHAT!?", Derek and Stiles scream simultaneously.

"GET OUT!", You and Malia yell in response.

Embarrassed, Stiles and Derek stumbled out of the room. You sighed, "Maybe we should take this somewhere more private?", You asked.

"Agreed", Malia said desperately.

You both streaked naked out of the room and ran into a nearby closet. Inside, it was pitch black. Despite not being able to see a thing, you started again. You took Malia in your arms and, chest to chest, you started embracing each other in passionate kisses, earning small moans from each other along the way.

You felt a hand reach around your neck and pull you in.

Then a second one around the small of your back.

And then another one touch your leg.

"Wait, what?"

You turned on the lights and turned around to see that Theo and Liam, also naked, were also in the closet.

"Liam!?", Malia exclaimed.

"Malia!?", Theo shouted.

"We are NOT doing this again", you said with a hint of annoyance. You grabbed Malia by the hand and once again, streaked across the house naked back to the room you were in originally. You placed a tie on the handle for privacy before shutting the door. You knew you were going to be in there for a long time.

You woke up the next morning wrapped in the sheets with Malia asleep next to you. You leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. Her eyes fluttered and she smiled. "Good morning", you said, as you kissed her again.

"Good morning", she replied, and paused before speaking as if to say something emotional or meaningful "I was hoping we could do this for the first time before we leave. Since we're going to different schools, y'know?"

"Yeah... I know exactly what you mean", you say with a hint of guilt.

You walked outside, hand in hand, both with untidy hair and joined the others for breakfast. You noticed the twins laughing about something.

"Ethan, Aiden, What's up?", You asked. They both signalled for you to be quiet as Jackson entered the room. He had a magic marker moustache and goatee drawn on his face and yet still, he walked with his usual sense of self confidence.

"What's wrong?", Jackson asked as he noticed everyone staring.

"Nothing, babe", Ethan said as they kissed.

Everyone laughed under their breath and you heard a sound come from your laptop. You opened it up and noticed that there were two notifications from your emails. You opened them and horror fell upon your face as you read them.

An acceptance letter from Santa Ana.

And...

An acceptance letter from Stanford.

"Shit!", You exclaimed

"What was that?", Malia asked.

"Hm? Oh, nothing".

You knew this decision was going to be hard. Do you go to your dream school or do you go to school with Malia? Both would be amazing. In truth, you were hoping fate would make the decision for you by getting you accepted by one and rejected from the other, leaving you with no choice. Well, here you were with a choice, and you didn't wanna make it, but time was running out.

"Hey guys, I invited a few people over to have a party later tonight", Jackson said.

"Should be fun", Aiden says, with his arm around Lydia's shoulder.

"Nothing too crazy, Jackson. My parents will kill me if this place gets trashed".

"Relax, it's just a few people".

A few hours later...

Literally every 12th grader from Beacon Hills High is stuffed into the cabin. Loud pop music plays in the background as people dance and play party games.

At the dart board, your team needs a bullseye to level things up, and Isaac has been your shining star so far. He's hit the centre on 7 out of his previous 9 attempts. Allison's team watches on in anticipation, if Isaac misses, they win.

"Miss, Isaac! Miss!", Allison screams in the background.

Isaac turns to her before throwing the dart. "Sorry babe, nothing's making me miss this shot".

Allison lifts up her shirt and bra and reveals her breasts to Isaac. Drooling over them, he doesn't pay attention to board and throws the dart completely wide.

"NO!", you scream in despair as the other team begins to cheer.

The party went on late into the night as people played spin the bottle, truth or dare and beer pong. Alot happened but somewhere in the night, Malia kissed Lydia causing everyone to cheer. You were asked to tell the truth about when you lost your virginity, and when you replied "Yesterday", it was met with silence followed by uproarious laughter and Allison proved to have a surprisingly high alcohol tolerance.

The next morning, everyone besides the pack had left, and you were all just about finished cleaning up the cabin. When you were done, you threw the garbage bags aside and sat around a fire. "I've got the strong stuff!", Lydia says as she joins the rest of the pack with a bottle of Jager in hand.

"This is it", you say in a gloomy tone. "This is the last thing we do together before we leave for college".

The statement sends a ripple effect of sadness throughout the pack. An impending silence fills the air for more than a minute as you all reminisce about everything that's happened over the last few years. "To Beacon Hills", Lydia says as she takes a large sip of Jager and passes it along. Soon everyone has taken a sip of the strong alcohol and said, in various different tones, "To Beacon Hills!".

As everyone finished up their conversations, you pulled Malia aside asking if you could talk, and she obliged. "What's up?", She asked.

"Malia... I haven't been completely honest with you. There's alot I need to tell you, so... You need to promise to let me finish. This is important".

"Oh...okay", she says softly.

"I was on the waiting list for Santa Ana, but what I didn't tell you was that I was also on the waiting list for Stanford. I didn't tell you because even though I really really wanna go to the same school as you... It's always been my dream to go to Stanford. And I've just been accepted to both. I've made My decision...

... and I'm going to Stanford. Look, I know what they say about long distance relationships, but we're special, we can make it work--"

"--*your name*", she says.

"--Because if you think about it were going to be really busy with classes anyway, and I know you really wanted to share a dorm and I'm sorry--"

"--*your name*", she says again.

"--But I swear I'll come and see you every holiday and every time I'm free and I'll call you all the time as well--"

"--*YOUR NAME*!", She exclaimed, much louder than before.

"Yeah?", You asked, expecting the worst.

"I'm happy you're going to Stanford".

"Really?".

"Yeah... 'cause... I haven't been entirely honestly with you either".

"What'd you mean?"

Malia reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, "This", she handed it to you and you unfolded it. It was an acceptance letter to Stanford.

"YOU GOT INTO STANFORD!?".

"Hey!", She said as she squinted her eyes, slightly offended.

"Sorry", you said with an apologetic chuckle. "...Why didn't you tell me?", You asked.

"The same reason you didn't tell me about Santa Ana".

You laughed, you laughed in relief and then Malia joined you, placing her hands over your shoulders and leaning her face closer to yours. "So... What're we doing?", You asked.

"We're going to Stanford, *your name*, and we're going together".

You smiled a huge, beaming smile of relief and pulled Malia in for a long, tantalizing kiss. You looked out into the sunset, unsure of what your futures hold, but grateful you get to experience it together.

The moment is interrupted by Stiles' police radio message, "We need all units available to make their way to the woods we have found half a dead body, I repeat we have found half a dead body, over".

Stiles raises his finger and opens his mouth to speak but is cut off.

"NO!", Everyone yells at once.

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Tags: @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @melthedwarf @emilyjade22 @cactuwus

#teen Wolf #teen wolf smut #teen wolf fandom #malia x reader #Malia hale x reader #malia Tate x reader #teen wolf fanfiction #McCall pack #Skira #Alisaac #Jethan #Sterek #Laiden #Thiam #Morey

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zoyaofthegardvn · 1 year

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Zoyaofthegardvn's Teen Wolf Masterlist

A/N: Here is a list of my Teen Wolf fics! If you'd like to send in a request, be sure to check my general masterlist first. Happy reading :)

General Masterlist

🔥 - indicates smut (18+ plz)

Allison Argent x reader -

NSFW Alphabet 🔥

Just some dirty headcanons about Allison in the bedroom...

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smutgallore · 2 years

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Teen Wolf Masterlist

Allison Argent

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Liam Dunbar

Lydia Martin

Malia Tate

Peter Hale

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Theo Raeken

Masterlist

#teen wolf #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #derek hale #jackson whittemore #isaac lahey #theo raeken #liam dunbar #peter hale #allison argent #lydia martin #malia tate #smut #masterlist #teen wolf masterlist

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goldenavenger02 · 2 years

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Whumptober day 4. Hidden Injury

"What happened to your shoulder?"

"The jeep died again, I was fixing it and the hood fell on me, I'm okay."

Malia wished she could believe the explanation, she really did. After all, aside from keeping the fact that Peter was her father from her, they didn't lie to each other. But Stiles' unsteady heartbeat meant that he had to be lying and she could feel the worry build up in her stomach when she was around him just because of how strong his anxiety was.

She could tell that something was wrong with him and that whatever it was, he wasn't telling anyone, not just her. But she also knew that if the roles were reversed, he'd try everything he could to try and make her feel better, so that's what she was going to do.

She started with cleaning up his room; between the dirty laundry, scribbled-on dry erase board for evidence and his desk being practically buried under books, it was getting ridiculous even for her and she was the one who had a den in the woods.

When she got the last of the laundry into the washer, she turned once again to the dry erase board and despite it being smeared and covered, she could faintly make out a few words.

'Donavan dead. Someone took the body.'

She vaguely remembered hearing something about a missing prisoner named Donavan and Scott mentioning that the escape didn't look human, but if he was dead, why wouldn't Stiles mention it?

'Unless Stiles killed him.'

The thought startled her just a little bit, she couldn't think of a world where Stiles would actually kill someone of his own free will; threaten, yes. But kill? That was extreme, even for him.

'Unless it was in self defense. But if it was, why wouldn't he tell me? Why wouldn't he tell Scott?'

"Everything okay?" She was pulled from her thoughts by Stiles walking over to her, reeking of anxiety and deception, "it looks great in here."

'Right, try and make him feel better.' She remembered as she placed her hands on his hips to pull him closer to her so she could kiss him deeply, unable to rid herself of the pit in her stomach. "How long do we have before your dad gets home?" She asked in between kisses as his hands slid up her shirt.

"A couple hours." He responded, using the kisses to gently push her towards the twin bed.

And in those moments of kisses, hands and clothes on the floor, she allowed herself to forget about everything and just feel because this was normal. Her claws on his back and his lips against her neck as they entangled with each other. Even as she adjusted slightly and hit her head on the headboard, she couldn't help but laugh with Stiles after they ruled out an injury because they were just themselves and the supernatural didn't matter.

She stayed in the bed with the covers over her naked body as he got up to put back on his pants and she had to keep the fact that her stomach dropped to herself when she saw his shoulder, gaping and ripped in the form of an elaborate bite mark because that's when it clicked in her head.

'Donavan was a chimera. He attacked Stiles. Stiles must've killed him accidently and blames himself for it.'

"You okay?" Stiles asked as she got up to put on her clothes, the blanket discarded on the end of the bed.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she lied through her teeth as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips, "I'm just fine."

#whumptober2022 #no.4 #hidden injury #teen wolf #fic #gore #minor smut #nsfwhump #stiles stilinski #malia tate #season 5A #stalia

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samdeancass · 2 years

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Beg For It

Requested by: @freyamikaelsonlover

Pairing: Malia Tate x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Characters: Malia, Y/N

Description: After being teased all day in school by Y/N, Malia decides to get a little revenge.

You could see the tenseness in Malia’s shoulders as you continued to whisper dirty little secrets under your breath, so that only she could hear you. You loved being able to see Malia this vulnerable. With her being a supernatural creature, you never really got to see her vulnerable side, which made it even more pleasurable for you.

Malia’s breathing was beginning to get heavy with frustration at your teasing. She closed her eyes and tried to steady it, with little luck. However, just before the last bell of the day rang, an idea popped into her head and she smiled before looking over at you to give a mischievous smirk.

The both of you walked back to Malia’s like you usually did after school but something was a little different this time. The atmosphere was thick between you both as both of your senses were heightened with lust and longing. As soon as you both step foot through the door, you both threw your bags onto the floor and began to make out.

Malia pushed you up against the wall and took charge, immediately pushing her tongue into your mouth. You groaned at her dominance as her hand began to roam your body; her other hand holding yours above your head. You began to wriggle in her grasp and she let out a small chuckle as she smelt the change in you.

“I’ve really turned you on, haven’t I? Being all dominant with you? Maybe I should do it more often.” You nodded your head eagerly as she looked you up and down, hungrily. Much to your dismay, though, she stepped away and walked over to the sitting area, taking a seat on the sofa. “Before that though, I think you should be punished for all of the teasing you did to me today, what do you think?”

You stayed silent as Malia ushered you over with a swish of her finger. You walked over to her, hesitantly but also feeling excited. This was a new side to Malia which you had never seen and you were very curious to see where this could lead. “Sit on my leg and ride it. Ride it as fast as you can but you must not orgasm, otherwise you will get a mush harsher punishment, understand?” You nodded and got onto her leg, the immediate friction between your vagina and her leg making you moan.

“Ride it!” She slapped your ass and you began to ride her leg. Slowly at first,but the longer you went on, the more you wanted and the faster you went. Illicit moans flew out of your mouth as the feeling of orgasm became more and more prominent. You really had to stop yourself from cumming right there and then, remembering Malia’s warning.

She smiled at you, knowingly and passed you a leftover pillow from a few nights ago. “Now get off my leg and ride this pillow, ride it to your heart’s content but you mustn't orgasm.” You whimpered and nodded. Slowly you got up from her leg and moved over to the other side of the sofa. You let out a loud moan as the pillow made contact with your nerves and you began to move back and forth on it.

Your breathing became more shallow as the feeling inside your stomach built up. “Please, Malia. I don’t know how much longer I can last.” You turned but noticed that she was no longer in her seat but standing in front of you, completely naked except from a strap-on dildo attached to her and a shit-eating grin on her face.

“This is what happens when you tease me, Y/N, especially in a place where I can’t do anything about it. Now, I’m going to fuck you harder than I ever have before but you can’t cum unless I say so. It could me seconds, it could be minutes in between, but this is your punishment for teasing me.”

She flipped you over onto your front and ripped your pants down. Without any warning, she pushed inside of you and began fucking you, fast and hard. She never let up her pace, Every time you asked to cum, she always denied you and always made sure to tease you a little bit more. She reached around and attached her fingers to your clit, rubbing roughly. “MALIA, PLEASE!”

She chuckled loudly and proudly. “Cum, my dirty little whore.” At that, you let out everything that had built up with an exasperated moan, your juices spilling out all over the dildo. Malia leaned over you and whispered in your ear. “Now, I should hope that you will never tease me again. But just know that if you do, this is what will be waiting for you.”

Teen Wolf Tags:

@akshi8278 @bxoken-heartss

Malia Tate Tags:

@rileyphoenix98

#malia tate #malia tate x reader #malia tate imagine #malia tate fanfiction #malia tate smut #malia hale #malia hale x reader #malia hale imagine #malia hale fanfiction #malia hale smut #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf smut

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sterekeverlasting · 5 months

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you and i remain the same

fic by @evanesdust and @sterekbros, featuring art by @1jet2unknown for the Sterek Everlasting Winter Edition

You can read the magazine online here and can download the PDF file to read here.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin Additional Tags: Fix-It of Sorts, Mpreg, Getting Together, Fluff and Smut, Light Angst, Idiots in Love, Past Stiles Stilinski/Malia Tate, Past Braeden/Derek Hale, Past Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents, Top/Bottom Versatile Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Summary:

Stiles rolled over onto his side and reached out to turn off the lamp on his nightstand, leaving the room in darkness as he settled back in bed. “Promise me I won’t see you in two days…” Derek didn’t answer for a while, and when he did, he spoke quietly—almost a whisper. “I can’t do that. You know I can’t do that.” Stiles took a deep breath and let it out slowly, wiping at his face and closing his eyes. “I’ll see you in two days then, Derek.” If Derek was going to get himself killed, Stiles promised himself he’d be there to try and stop it. Whatever it took. “Be ready.” “Stiles…” The way Derek said his name was almost pained. “Please be careful. I— Just be careful, okay?” “You know me,” Stiles replied, unsure what else he could say. *** aka what really happened after the raid and how they lived happily ever after.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #derek x stiles #stiles x derek #stiles/derek #derek/stiles #sterek is eternal #eternalsterek #sterekeverlasting

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ateotd-izzy · 11 months

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ceilings | stiles stilinski x fem!reader

PART ONE | part two

summary: in an attempt to bring stiles back from the ghost riders, lydia, scott and malia try to help y/n to search her memories and remember him completely.

warnings: set during 6a, kissing, possibly swearing? idk how i feel about this tbh

taglist: @brvceyamada

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ceilings, plaster

“okay, y/n. imagine you’re in your bedroom.” lydia’s voice calmly echoed through the room. “visualize yourself in your bedroom.”

you looked around. your bed, your shelves, your desk, it was your bedroom.

“can you see it?” lydia asked and you nodded. “okay, good. can you see your shelf? the one with all your movies?”

you took a few steps over to the bookshelf, dvds filling each individual shelf and only a few books lay around.

“yes.”

“y/n, imagine each dvd is a memory of stiles. every movie is a different memory.” lydia spoke. “you need to find the correct memory. the one that’ll bring him back.”

you pulled the first dvd off the shelf and opened it, putting the disk into your player.

can’t you just make it move faster?

“what the hell?” you wiped your cheek with your hand as the boy in front of you laughed. “what the hell was that?”

he shrugged, still laughing.

you were in your kitchen with stiles, the afternoon sun spilling through the window as you went through the cupboards.

“seriously, babe, what was that?”

“it was just water.” he chuckled, dipping his fingers into the glass beside him and flicking it at you. “don’t need to worry.”

“you’re such a dick.” you rolled your eyes, fighting the smile that grew on your face as he slowly made his way over to you.

“you love me.”

“mhm.”

“go on. say it.” stiles whispered into your ear, his arms wrapping around your body from behind and his chin resting on your shoulder. “you know it’s true.”

“fine.” you spun around so you were still facing him in your arms. “i love you, stilinski.”

he smiled and leaned in, pecking your lips.

“i love you, too.”

lovely to be sitting here with you

“can you see him? can you remember him?” lydia asked.

“it was just water.” you mumbled. scott and malia exchanged a confused look behind lydia’s back.

“y/n, you need to find a stronger memory. keep looking.”

you’re kinda cute, but it’s

you ran your hand along the different dvds before stopping on one.

you pulled it out and glanced at the cover. it was blank.

they were all blank, so you knew it would be a hard search to find the right memory.

“find a stronger memory, y/n.” lydia’s voice guided you and you placed the new disk into the dvd player.

raining harder

“you guys won!” you cheered, grabbing both of stiles’ hands in yours.

you were standing on the lacrosse field at the high school, and he was wearing a beacon hills jersey.

he was number 24.

it must’ve been winter, or just cold, because it was raining.

the grass was all soaking wet, and water dripped down your face and near your eyes as you looked up at him with the biggest smile.

my shoes are now full of water

“did i look super hot out on the field?” he joked. you knew he had only been out there for a few minutes.

“totally.” you pulled him by his shoulders and kissed him on the lips, drops of water falling off his hair.

“i did better than scott, right?” stiles asked after you pulled apart and you laughed.

“well…”

the boy made a face at you and you scoffed.

“okay, well, he’s team captain for a reason.”

“it’s fine, i know i was better than him.”

“you keep telling yourself that, buddy.”

lovely to be rained on with you

“did you find a good one, y/n? something strong?” lydia asked and you shook your head.

“keep searching, y/n.” scott’s voice was just as soft as lydia’s, but she quickly shushed him.

“y/n, you need to find a stronger memory.”

it’s kinda cute, but it’s

you looked through the dvds and picked one out at random.

it wasn’t like you could pick and choose when they were all blank.

you thought, ‘better than nothing.’ and put it in the player.

so short

“again?”

“come on. please?” stiles made a sad face as he held out the star wars dvd to you. “we haven’t watched it in like… a month.”

“we just watched a star wars movie like a week ago.”

“yeah, but that was a new hope, so now we have to watch empire.”

“okay, fine, but my mom wants me home right after.”

“yes! also, don’t worry about that. i’ll drive you.” he smiled brightly as he put the disc into the dvd player in his living room then dropped onto the couch beside you. “you know, this is why you’re my favorite.”

“what?”

“scott would never watch this with me. especially not multiple times.”

“scott never watches movies with anyone. you should know this by now.” you bumped him with your elbow.

“i know, i know.” stiles slid his arm around your shoulder and kissed your cheek. “you’re still my favorite, though.”

then you’re driving me home

you sat in the passenger seat of stiles’ jeep, which sounded like it was going to fall apart as he drove it, later that night.

you glanced to your side, staring at his face.

you could tell a smile tugged on his lips and he looked to you for a split second.

“what are you staring at, weirdo?” he asked and you looked out the window again.

“nothing.”

“liar. you were looking at me.” he teased. “cause you think i’m so hot.”

“is that a crime?”

“oh, definitely not. you can look at me all you want.”

there was silence between you two for a moment as he pulled into your driveway. you sighed.

he looked at you this time.

“do i have to leave?”

he chuckled and gave you a kiss. “i’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.”

“see you tomorrow…”

and i don’t want to leave

“keep pushing, y/n.” lydia motivated. “search deeper. you can find the one you need.”

“do i have to leave?” you muttered the words. “see you tomorrow…”

lydia sighed. “y/n, try searching deeper. you’ve got this.”

there was a growing stack of dvds being dumped on your bed after going through its memory.

you picked out another one.

but i have to go

“come on. you don’t need to go in there.” you pointed up at the building beside you inside the large gates. “you’re not crazy.”

“i don’t want to hurt anyone, y/n.” stiles spoke, sheriff stilinski standing beside him. “especially not you.”

“but eichen house?” you stared at him sadly. “stiles…”

he reached out his hand and pulled you into his chest, hugging you tight. he kissed the top of your head.

“i love you, y/n.”

you sighed, your arms keeping him as close as possible. you didn’t want to let him go. “i love you too, stiles.”

you kiss me in your car

“come on, stiles. breathe.” you cupped the boy’s face in your hands. “try not to think about it. think about something else.”

“like what?” he panted, looking up at you with sad eyes and a broken expression.

you were both sat on the locker room floor, he was having a panic attack.

“happy things. friends, family-” you stopped yourself after he gave you a look. “okay, not family. try not to think about your dad. just breathe.”

“i…” he hyperventilated. you adjusted your hands on the sides of his face. his eyes met yours.

that was all you could see. his eyes.

“stiles, just breathe.” you could see there wasn’t really a difference in his actions. you leaned forward and attached your lips to his.

his eyes went wide, but he seemed to melt into the kiss.

you pulled apart and he stared into your eyes, his breathing slowed down, the panic attack over.

you grabbed his hand and he intertwined your fingers.

and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before

“i kissed him.” you spoke to lydia and the others, your eyes closed as you sat at the table in front of them. “he was having a panic attack. i kissed him.”

“holding your breath stops a panic attack.” lydia nodded, explaining to the others. “now, y/n, find something deeper. something more important to you. something more important to him.”

“to stiles.”

“exactly.”

the next dvd was higher up on the shelf, you grabbed it easily.

bedsheets, no clothes

you were lying beside stiles, running your finger along his bare chest.

he pulled you closer to him with a smile, pushing some of your hair away from your face.

“hey.” he whispered.

you smiled back. “hey.”

“that was something.”

“a good something or a bad something?” you asked, still whispering.

“definitely a good something.” he rubbed his hand up your arm. “probably the best something. i don’t know if there’s been a better something—”

“alright, i get it.” you chuckled softly.

there was no need for the whispering, it was the evening and no one else was home, but you still did.

his hand ran along the side of your face. “you’re so beautiful.”

there was no way you could’ve fought off the smile on your face as your cheeks warmed.

touch me like nobody else does

“definitely a good something.” you recalled. “he said it was definitely a good something.”

“what was?”

you went quiet again, searching through the different dvds.

some memories were shorter than others, just conversations or things like that.

“find something, y/n. good or bad.”

lovely to just lay here with you

you picked out another dvd. it was blank like all of the others, but it seemed different.

you took it off the shelf because it seemed to be staring right at you, practically calling your name.

you played that one.

the memory didn’t give you a feeling that it would bring him back, but it felt like something you needed to see.

you’re kinda cute, and i would say all of this

“come on, stiles.” you whispered. “you can talk to me.”

he was ignoring you. and you had no clue why.

he sighed and your eyebrows knitted in confusion.

it was late at night and you were both lying in his bed, him with his back to you.

“can you just… drop it?” he mumbled. “i’m not in the mood.”

“what happened, stiles?”

“nothing, just go to sleep.” he adjusted himself in the bed slightly, but didn’t face you.

“stiles…”

but i don’t wanna ruin the moment

time seemed to skip and he was sitting up, facing you.

“what? do you not trust me or something?” you asked.

“no, that’s not it—” he cut himself off. “i just don’t want to talk about it.”

“stiles, i get that, but i want to know what’s going on with you.” you put your hand on his shoulder and he, quite obviously, winced. “what’s up with your shoul—”

“nothing, y/n. just leave it.” he winced again and pushed your hand off. “i don’t need your help.”

“seriously?” you scoffed as he turned his back to you again. “you know what? whatever.”

you pushed the covers of his bed off and stood up, slipping your shoes on.

“where are you going?” stiles asked, sitting up again.

“home.” you answered. “you obviously need space, so i’m respecting that. i’m not gonna push it anymore.”

“wait, babe,” he started getting out of his bed. “i don’t want you to go.”

“i’m still going, stiles.” you picked up your backpack. “we can talk tomorrow.”

“it’s late.”

“i’m aware. my car’s outside, remember?”

“please stay.”

“i’ll see you tomorrow, or whenever you’re ready to talk about whatever the hell’s going on with you right now.”

lovely to sit in between comfort and chaos

standing in your bedroom, staring at the tv as you left stiles’ bedroom, you remembered the fact that you didn’t talk the next day.

stiles just never said anything about it to you.

not until after everything with theo was practically over.

basically everyone else knew about it, but you.

he didn’t think you would understand, which was probably the most upsetting part for you because you did.

you understood it was self defence. you understood he did it because if he didn’t he would’ve died.

but it’s over

“y/n? are you okay?” scott asked, ignoring lydia as she shushed him.

you nodded. being hypnotised was weird.

lydia had taken notice of your saddened expression too.

“find a different memory, y/n. i know you can do this.”

then you’re driving me home

the next memory you found was not long after theo was literally sent to hell.

you were with stiles in his jeep. he was driving you home again. except this time going home from scott’s house.

the car was silent, but not in the usual comfortable way. neither of you had really spoken to the other since that night, only really for pack stuff.

you were terrified that he thought the two of you had broken up, and he was scared of the exact same thing.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you that night.” stiles spoke up. “i should’ve said something.”

“no, i get why you didn’t. i was being pushy and you didn’t want to—”

“i did want to tell you.” he sighed. “i was so scared, y/n. i thought there was a chance that you wouldn’t understand or something and i’d lose you.”

he looked right at you.

“i mean, scott didn’t.”

“that was theo’s fault.” you told him. “scott didn’t know the full story. you know he knows the truth now.”

“mm.” he seemed to agree, but you could tell something was still off by his body language.

you took the hand he didn’t have on the wheel into yours.

and it kinda comes out as i get up to go

“you know, i still love you, right?” you told him after he stopped and he looked over at you.

“wha— oh, yeah. yeah, i know.” he nodded, avoiding your eyes, looking outside the car.

“do you know?”

he didn’t answer for a moment, then shrugged.

“i do, stiles.” you kissed his cheek. “i love you, and that never changed.”

“never?”

“not for one moment.”

he smiled, then laughed softly, then leaned forward and kissed you on the lips.

“i love you too.”

you kiss me in your car

“it never changed.” you sniffled slightly. “i still loved him after everything. he was so scared i wouldn’t, but it never changed.”

“after what, y/n?” lydia asked, hoping more elaboration would help them bring back stiles.

“after donovan.”

scott knew what you were talking about, that was something he had remembered when he thought about stiles.

“after i knew, i still loved him, and he still loved me.”

and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before

then you picked up one more dvd. you just stared at its blank cover and seemed to know what it was.

putting the disk in, you watched as you ran with stiles to his jeep in the school parking lot.

this was the last memory you had of stiles. the last time you had really seen him.

but it’s not real

“y/n, babe, listen. you’re going to forget me.” stiles’ voice seemed to echo around you as you recalled the night.

“no, i won’t. stiles, i won’t.”

“you will.” he cupped your cheeks and made you look him in the eyes. “you will.”

you shook your head as tears threatened to spill. “i won’t.”

“it’s okay, just find some way to remember me. any way.”

“stiles…”

and you don’t exist

“i was the last person to see him.” you spoke to your friends. “i was there when they took him. i saw it happen.”

that night was so long ago, but all the details were rushing back to you now.

you were starting to remember it all.

not just that night, but everything about stiles.

and i can’t recall the last time i was kissed

“i know you’ll find some way to remember me.” he squeezed your hand. “ do you remember the first time we danced at the winter formal? you were the first girl i ever danced with.”

you had gone together as friends, despite everyone knowing you had crushes on each other.

“remember how we started dating that summer.”

“the summer before junior year.” you nodded.

“yeah.” he stroked your cheek, wiping away a tear. “that was the best summer of my life.”

you chuckled. “mine too.”

“remember all those sleepovers we’ve had. remember when we’ve fought. remember every time we’ve kissed, or…” he paused and just stared you in the eyes.

the interior of the car was silent, but the wind blew violently outside.

“just remember i love you, okay?” he kissed your hand. “please just remember that. i need you to.”

then he was pulled from the car. the wind stopped and he was gone.

it hits me in the car

you sat there, curled into a ball in the passenger seat, sobbing.

you muttered over and over. “i remember. just remember. i promise.”

you hated the silence, and you hated that he was gone. you didn’t even notice that he had started to slip from your mind.

not until you walked into school the next day, anxiety overwhelming you as your brain tried to remember why it felt like you were forgetting something.

why it felt like a whole piece of you was missing.

just then, remembering what it was like when he was taken, every single memory of yours that included stiles came rushing back.

memories from when you were friends as kids, up until high school. memories from after scott was bitten, back when stiles had his buzzcut.

memories from when he was possessed by the nogitsune. memories from all the times both of you had almost died.

memories of the two of you before and after you started dating. memories with scott and the pack, memories with his dad, memories alone.

all of it.

and it feels like the end of a movie i’ve seen before

you opened your eyes and looked around. you weren’t in your bedroom anymore, you were back in argent’s underground bunker with lydia, scott and malia.

“y/n.”

lydia had tried to get your attention, but stiles’ voice played over and over in your mind.

you could see bright lights coming from outside the room, and you rushed out. the three of your friends who were still there ran after you.

you stopped in the corridor, the lights so bright you couldn’t see anything.

then you could see him.

not his face, or any defining qualities at all, but you knew it was him.

he was more like a silhouette, but you could recognize stiles stilinski anywhere.

“stiles.” you breathed out, a smile breaking out onto your face.

you were finally going to have him back. after months of the awful anxiety and feeling that something was missing.

he was like the last piece of your puzzle, and you were going to be complete.

then the light faded.

before

a/n: first post on tumblr help this is scary

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