#stilinski twins x reader

[harringtonstilinski]

Got The Girl - Stilinski Twins

Author: @harringtonstilinski​​ Characters: Thomas Stilinski x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 1,429 Warnings: angst, fluff Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes! I hope it meets your expectations, anon friend!​​​ A/N: Hi, friends! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything that’s not related to ATB, so here’s something I’ve been working on since August. If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Thomas and Stiles Stilinski were your best friends. You, honestly, couldn’t see your life without them. The three of you had met in the 8th grade in a class you all had together, and the rest is history. Granted, it’s been about three years since then, but you still couldn’t see your life without them. 

The three of you were now in your Junior year of high school; Stiles was off doing his supernatural thing with Scott and his pack, Thomas was with his crew that had Newt and Minho in it, and you were hanging out with whichever twin had the most time for you… which had been Thomas here lately.

Well, he was there for you for a while until he started hanging out with Teresa and Brenda, both of which you caught him sucking face with. Granted, it was at a party and he was a little drunk at the time, but still. Your heart shattered as you watched. You didn’t want to watch, but it was kinda hard to look away.

You cried on Stiles’ shoulder that night, falling asleep with him in his bed. Thomas had walked into Stiles’ room, thinking it was his in his drunken state, seeing the two of you cuddled on his twins bed. He sobered up at that point, his heart shattering.

You and Thomas had crushes on each other, but never acted on it. Scott McCall, Stiles’ best friend since the age of four, could smell the chemosignals on the two of you, with him being a True Alpha werewolf and all.

He talked to Stiles about it a few times, the latter not really wanting to hear about his twin brother’s crush on his other best friend. Everytime Scott brought it up, Stiles shut it down.

Thomas, on the other hand, talked to Newt and Minho about you all the time. It was like he never shut up about you. They gave him advice on how to subtly ask you on a date and all that, Thomas planning the day he was going to ask you.

He was gearing up to ask you at your locker, but when he got just a few feet away, he watched as you flirted with Gally, the boy who deemed himself Thomas’ enemy.

You were laughing at something ridiculous Gally said when you looked over, seeing Thomas walk away. Instantly, regret hit you like a bus, taking a step to follow after him, but Gally’s hand on you had you stopping in your tracks.

“Hey, where are you going?” Gally looked over to Thomas’ retreating form, smirking as he looked back at you. “Looks like we made him upset.”

You looked at him, disgusted. “Ya’know what, Gally? I’m tired of your games. I’m tired of you flirting with me just to make him upset. I know you know how I feel about him. This ends today.”

“Come on, baby,” Gally said. “You know you want a real man.” “And that real man is Thomas. He doesn’t use me for his own personal gain, unlike you.” With that, you turned and slammed your locker door shut to start your journey of finding Thomas.

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“I can’t believe she’d do that,” Thomas said, sitting at his desk.

“Do what? Laugh at Gally?” Newt asked.

“He probably said something stupid and she couldn’t help but laugh,” Minho added.

“She was laughing,” Thomas breathed, sitting back in his seat.

“Laughing doesn’t always mean she’s flirting, bro,” Stiles said, sitting in front of his twin.

“Yes, it does. Lydia laughs at you all the time.”

“Because he’s stupid,” you smiled, sitting down at your own desk next to Stiles.

“Thanks for that,” Stiles deadpanned.

You turned your head, smiling at your best friend before your eyes shifted to Thomas. Whispering, you said, “Hey, Thomas. Can we talk?”

He looked at you and it was then you finally noticed the sadness in his eyes.

Sighing, you started to say, “I wasn’t flirt–” before your teacher’s voice cut you off, starting the class for the day.

Begrudgingly, you sighed and sat back in your seat, halfway paying attention to whatever the teacher was saying.

You couldn’t help but sneak looks back at Thomas, the twin quickly looking away from you as you did. You pretended to not notice that he was already looking at you, so when the class ended and he quickly got up, you followed his lead.

Following him down the hallway, you kept saying his name. Every time you got closer to him to tap his shoulder or grab it, he would move away faster. When the two of you made it outside, you followed him to Stiles’ Jeep, your hand finally on his shoulder.

When he turned around, he looked pissed and you could understand why. “Look,” you said, voice stern. “I wasn’t flirting with Gally. He said something so ridiculously stupid, the only thing I could do was laugh. Laughing doesn’t always mean that a girl is flirting with someone. I mean, Teresa and Brenda laugh at you all the time, and they’re not flirting!”

“How do you know they’re not flirting?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Because I actually see them flirting with guys on the lacrosse team,” I countered, replicating his stance. 

“What if they’re doing it to make me jealous?”

You snorted a laugh. “Yeah. Okay.” You took a breath, releasing it while asking, “You wanna know how a girl is flirting with you?”

He narrowed his eyes, asking, “I think I have an idea, but how?”

“She’ll put her hand on your arm while laughing, maybe give it a small squeeze,” you started to explain. Deciding to take it a little further, you explained everything that you did when the two of you hung out. “She’ll lay her head on your shoulder while watching a movie, or even lay her head in your lap while watching a movie because she’s tired and falls asleep.

“She might even be thoughtful and remember your favorite snacks for movie night, cuddle into you if you’re watching a scary movie. She might even wear your favorite shirt for shits and giggles every time she’s over because she knows how it makes you feel when you see her wear it.”

As you explained all that, you saw something shift in Thomas’ eyes. “But… you do all those things.”

“Yeah,” you drug out, turning your head to the side a little, but keeping your eyes on Thomas’.

“Why would another girl–”

“You egghead!” Stiles said, slapping his twin on the back of the head. “She’s talking about herself!”

Thomas looked from Stiles back to you, eyes growing a little wider. “You–?” Making the decision to get back at him, you said, “Maybe I’ll have Gally give me a ride home?” “I’ll kill him if he does,” Thomas sneered.

“I knew it!” you exclaimed. 

“Knew what?” Scott asked, a knowing smile on his face.

“Thomas likes me.”

Shrugging, Scott said, “I could’ve told you that.”

Looking at him with an unimpressed look, you said, “You’re a fucking Alpha werewolf. I’m sure you could smell it on him.”

Scott leaned forward, saying, “And you, too.”

Your eyes went as wide as saucers, Scott’s smile returning to his face. “You son of a bitch.”

“Wait,” Thomas said. “You like me, too?”

Quickly turning your head to look at Thomas, you said, “So admit it!”

“Oh, yeah,” Teresa said.

“He’s had a crush on you for years,” Brenda added.

“You two knew?!” you blurted. 

They looked at each other and nodded. “Yeah.”

“He told us freshman year,” Brenda said.

“He won’t stop talking about you,” Newt added as well.

It seemed like all of your friends were surrounding you now, Minho having joined Newt, Allison, Lydia, Jackson, Issac, Erica, Boyd, Gally, Jeff, and even little Chuck all surrounding you and Thomas, waiting for one of you to make a move.

Thomas groaned, looking at Stiles for some direction. “Tell her,” Stiles said. “Tell her.” Thomas sighed and looked back at me, “Listen, I–” 

I didn’t let him tell me what he needed to as I jumped into his arms, pressing my lips to his, feeling him kiss me back without missing a beat. Our lips moved in sync as our friends cheered us on. Laughing, I smiled out of the kiss, Thomas’ arms wrapping around my middle to lift me up off my feet for a moment.

“I guess Greenie got the girl after all,” Gally said.

“Yep,” I smiled, never taking my eyes off of Thomas. “He sure did.”

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A/N 2: let me know what you thought!

Additional Note: i haven’t posted anything not series related since… i don't even know when.... and i feel fucking terrible… for those that have stuck around since then, y’all are the real mvp’s!

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​​​Posted on October 9, 2023

#thomas x reader #thomas stilinski x reader #thomas tmr x reader #stiles x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #stilinski twins x reader #stilinski twins x reader insert

[werelosingdaylight]

ALRIGHT SO IM BACK IN MY TEEN WOLF PHASE, let’s be honest I never really left, SO IM GONNA ASK FOR REQUESTS. All my other requests are still in progress or are currently on hold until I get muse for them. [I may or may not be on an Alpha!Stiles, Omega!Stiles, and Stilinski Twins kick right now.]

Characters I’ll write!

Stiles Stilinski x reader [This does include A/B/O AUs because I was robbed]

Void!Stiles x Reader [Same as with Stiles, A/B/O AUs, also Stiles Twin AU is welcome]

Scott McCall x Reader

Theo Raeken x Reader

Lydia Martin x Reader

Allison Argent x Reader

Derek Hale x Reader [Also including Teen!Derek]

Liam Dunbar x Reader

Malia Tate x Reader

Kira Yukimura x Reader

Cora Hale x Reader

Eli Hale x reader

#teen wolf x you #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x y/n #stiles stilinski x reader #void stiles x reader #alpha stiles x reader #scott mccall x reader #theo raeken x reader #lydia martin x reader #allison argent x reader #derek hale x reader #liam dunbar x reader #Kira yukimura x reader #cora hale x reader #eli hale x reader #stilinski twins x reader

[rawritzrobin]

Brooding Alpha

Characters: Derek Hale, Stilinski!Twin, Scott McCall, Stiles Silinski

Pairings: Derek Hale x Stilinski!Twin Reader

Summary: You already had a brother and dad who treated you like a baby. You didn’t need a boyfriend who did as well.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: None! Unless you count an overprotective wolf. 

A/N: Winter break is here. :D Have some angst, with a happy ending.

��I can take care of myself Derek. You don’t always have to treat me like a porcelain doll.” Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

“Babe, there’s a group of alphas out for blood. It’s clear they have some vendetta against me. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have gone after my betas. They want to hurt me and the easiest way is through you.”

“They’re not going to do something in broad daylight! I can’t just skip school and stay here so you can watch all day like a little puppy.”

You were in Derek’s loft, waiting for Stiles to pick you up. Instead of going to Heather’s party, you decided you wanted to keep Derek and Isaac company for the night. You had grown to love Isaac like a third brother, Scott being number 2. It hurt to see him so scared.

You told Stiles you didn’t want to go to Heather’s party because you and Isaac had to work on a school project together. He was too busy thinking about Heather to care whether or not you were attending. You were hoping for a relaxing night with Derek and Isaac. Maybe a movie and some cuddles with your Alpha. That wasn’t the case.

“Besides, Scott and Stiles are with me 24/7. Isaac too! And you forget that Alison comes from a family of trained hunters! Also, my dad is still the sheriff!” You emphasized the last sentence by raising your hands up high and huffed in annoyance. You were sick of everyone around you treating you like a baby. Stiles and your dad were already so overprotective of you. You didn’t need another man in your life who saw you as a weak damsel in distress.

“You know I don’t think that Y/N/N. I just want to make sure you’re safe. And the safest place is here with me at the loft, not at school with a pair of twin alphas!”

“No means no Derek. I’m not staying here.” You said before storming out of the loft. Derek wasted no time chasing after you. Isaac stayed out of your lover's spat. Lucky him.

“Where are you going?” He asked with a hint of anger and annoyance in his voice.

“Stiles should be here soon. Or do you not trust me walking down the stairs to the entrance by myself? Do I need a big strong man to walk me to my brother's car too?” You said, not bothering to turn around.

“Y/N! Listen to yourself…”

“I am Derek. And unlike you I trust that I can take care of myself.” You spat back at him. A part of you knew he was just being a good boyfriend that was concerned about his girlfriend’s well being, but you were too angry at the moment to think logically.

“Don’t come by tonight.” You tried to say angrily. It only came out kind of sad.

Derek stopped in his tracks. Derek stopped by almost every night ever since he stayed over that first night. It was nice, for the both of you to have someone on those lonely nights. It had become a kind of routine for you both. Comfort when you both needed it.

You didn’t turn around to see his reaction. You pushed open the front door of the building, just in time to see the blue Jeep pull up. You quickly wiped the tears from your eyes and faked a smile.

“How was the party?” You asked as you quickly jumped in.

Stiles sighed in annoyance. “Don’t want to talk about it.” He said.

Bummer. Looks like we both had a rough night.

“Hey, let's stop by the movie rental place and grab a movie and some snacks?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. Stiles looked down at you and his eyes softened. It had been a while since you two spent some time together. Well some time together that didn’t involve a supernatural being. He kind of missed it. Though he would never outright tell you.

“Only if I get to pick the movie.”

You laughed. “Okay fine. But I get to pick the snacks!”

“Deal!” He said loudly and started making his way to the movie store.

*****

After watching Stiles’ horrible not so scary movie and eating your weight in ice cream and chips, you two said your goodnights, and went to bed. You kept looking at your window, part of you expecting Derek to still show up tonight. You watched the time go by in silence, sleep never catching you once.

1 AM became 2. 2 became 3. You sighed in annoyance when the clock finally hit 3:30. You don’t know what you were expecting. You told him not to come. Why would he come? You were the one who wanted to prove you were capable of taking care of yourself anyways. You didn’t need him to hold you to sleep. You have been sleeping by yourself for years now.

You finally turned off your desk lamp and plopped your head onto your pillow. Sleep didn’t come easy that night. But you finally gave in eventually.

What you didn’t know was that there was a certain someone waiting in the woods that night. Derek sat himself against one of the large trees near your neighbors yard and waited until your night turned off before sulking off back to his loft. He wanted to apologize, but he was afraid of what you would do if he showed up when you specifically asked him not to. He knew how you were sometimes. You just needed some time to cool off.

You didn’t wake up to a good morning text that morning.

You laid in bed a little longer than usual. Stiles had to knock on your door to ask if you were ready before you pushed yourself off of your bed. Part of you just wanted to skip school and go straight to Derek’s loft and apologize. He was right to some degree. You weren’t going to give up and stay at his loft all day. But you did need to stop sneaking out at night and away from the pack.

School went by in a blur. Stiles and Scott could tell there was something off about you. You hadn’t said a word all day and wasn’t actually glued to your phone for once.

“Everything okay?” Scott asked. Scott was one of the ones who knew about you and Derek. It was really hard to hide the fact that you always smelled like him. He had his suspicions, and confirmed his suspicions when he walked in on you kissing Derek the night you two rescued him from Kate.

“It’s nothing. Derek and I had a fight last night.” Stiles ran off to the library to do some research on something. It was just you and Isaac so it was a safe place for you and Scott to talk about Derek.

“Just so you know, Derek wasn’t all too happy this morning either Y/N.”

You just sank into your chair further. You shouldn’t have said what you said last night.

“Scott, I found it!” Stiles screamed, jumping onto the back of you and Scott. Clearly not sensing the mood around him. “Oh and Y/N, can you hitch a ride with Lydia after school today? I have to stay late today for detention.”

“Ugh Stiles. What did you do this time?”

“I had to borrow some books from a certain teacher’s collection. It happened to be locked in his desk and someone happened to catch me. But I found the info we need!”

Great. You thought to yourself. You knew Lydia didn’t drive today and that she had a date with Jackson after school.

“I can take you.” Isaac offered. You smiled. You loved Isaac. He was the closest thing to Derek you had right now.

After school Isaac and Scott walked with you to the parking lot. You were too distracted all day to realize Isaac didn’t have a car. Before you could say anything, you saw a very familiar black Camero sitting in the back of the parking lot. You looked up and glared at Isaac, fully aware of his scheme now.

“I can’t stand it when you and Derek fight. I have to deal with his moody self at home, and then your moody self at school. It’s too much brooding for me.”

You tried to turn around in the other direction, but Isaac quickly grabbed your shoulder before you could turn.

“Common. He’s just giving us a lift home.” He said pushing you forward. Scott opened the door for you and you stepped in, avoiding eye contact with Derek. You could feel his eyes on you though.

“Hey Isaac don’t we have that history project we need to work on?” Scott said suddenly.

“Oh I forgot about that! You go along first Y/N. Stiles can take me home when he's done with detention.” He said quickly, closing the door behind you. You huffed in annoyance and crossed your arms around your chest, frowning through the window. You tried your best to glare at the two boys walking away from the car, but to no avail.

“Y/N.” Derek said sadly.

You didn’t look at him, you crossed your arms tighter and turned away. You were still angry at the boys for tricking you.

“Y/N, i'm sorry. I-I shouldn’t have suggested that you couldn’t take care of yourself. Hell the one of the reasons I fell in love with you was because of the way you were able to handle yourself with those hunters that night. I know you’re strong enough to protect yourself. But I just.. Don’t want anything to happen to you because of me.” He said sadly.

You slowly looked in his direction. His hands were slumped to his side, and he held his head down. You noticed some dark bags under his eyes. You didn’t even know werewolves could get bags under their eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept a wink last night. You were starting to feel guilty.

“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.” He said in a whisper.

Derek couldn’t look up at you. He felt so guilty. Everything he said last night was just his strange way of wanting to keep you safe. He didn’t sleep at all. He kept trying to think of ways to apologize to you. Thank god Isaac texted him when he did. He wasted no time getting here.

“Der.” You said, quietly.

Derek looked up at you with his big puppy dog eyes. You smiled at him and placed your hand on his thigh. He took your hand in his.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You said giving his hand a light squeeze. “You need to trust me though. I'm not just some stupid high schooler who goes looking for trouble.”

Derek raised his eyebrows at that one.

“Okay I am. But you also have to trust that I know what I’m doing and that I have a circle that is capable of keeping me safe. Let’s also not forget that my dad is the sheriff of the town and he made me take at least 50 self defense classes when I was little.” You said with a smirk.

“Okay fine. But only because I know Isaac, Erica, and Boyd are always with you. When I’m not around.”

“What about Stiles and Scott?”

Derek laughed. You chuckled too after realizing what you said. You leaned back into your chair and relaxed, never letting go of his hand.

“Let’s say we go home yeah? Well, your home. My dad might shoot you on sight if you show up at our place during the day.”

Derek laughed and quickly drove you two back to his place.

Later that night, Isaac walked in on you two cuddling and laughing on Derek’s couch. You gave him a thankful smile when he walked past you two.

He walked away smiling as well. It was always good to see papa and mama wolf in a good mood.

#Derek Hale x reader #Derek hale x y/n #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #Teen Wolf x Reader #Derek Hale x You #Derek x Reader #Derek Hale Imagine #Derek Hale One Shot #Teen Wolf Fanfiction #stilinski!twin #iwritethings

[ineedmorefanfics2]

Teen Wolf Masterlist

✧ Drabbles

“I want to go home to my wife.” Derek Hale X Fem!Reader

#teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #lydia martin x reader #allison argent x reader #liam dunbar x reader #theo raekan x reader #chris argent x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #noah stilinski #scott mccall x reader #derek hale x reader #peter hale x reader #malia tate #malia hale #isaac lahey x reader #alpha twins #aiden teen wolf #ethan teen wolf #melissa mccall

[voidpetrova]

pretty boy — stiles stilinski x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, tit play, unprotected p in v sex, virgin!sub!stiles x experienced!dom!reader — smut

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synopsis: the closest thing he had come to having sex was with his fist, until he confessed to you, that is

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in a dimly lit motel room, the buzzing neon sign outside cast intermittent flashes of light across the peeling wallpaper. the air was thick with tension as stiles stilinski, the epitome of social awkwardness and love-deprivation, sat on one of the twin beds, fumbling with his phone. scott had left to chase after allison, leaving stiles alone with his thoughts and an abundance of uncomfortable silence. just as he contemplated diving into another episode of his favorite tv show to escape the loneliness, there was a soft knock on the door. with a puzzled expression, he pulled it open, revealing you—bold, snarky, and an undeniable knockout. you sauntered in, a sly grin playing on your lips, and in your hand, a six-pack of beer.

“hey there, loser,” you greeted, taking in the melancholic atmosphere. “looks like we've got a room all to ourselves tonight. mind if i join the pity party?” stiles' eyes widened in surprise, a mix of embarrassment and relief washing over him. “uh, sure, come on in,” he stammered, hastily clearing a space on the other bed for you.

you cracked open a beer, handing one to stiles, and settled in comfortably. “so, what's got you wallowing in self-pity?” you asked, your tone laced with genuine curiosity. stiles took a sip of his beer and sighed, avoiding eye contact. “i've been doing some thinking,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “how is it that i've never gotten laid?”

you observed him for a moment, your sharp wit temporarily softened by empathy. “stiles, being in a relationship isn't the be-all and end-all of life,” you said, your voice reassuring. “besides, you're unique in your own quirky way. maybe you just haven't found the right person yet.” he looked at you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of longing and insecurity. “you think so?”

“absolutely,” you affirmed, leaning in a bit closer. “you're a good guy, stiles. you deserve someone who appreciates your quirks and cares about you for who you are.” as the night wore on and the beer cans dwindled, a connection grew between you two. stiles, usually tongue-tied and nervous around others, found himself opening up to you like he never had before. your witty banter and genuine interest put him at ease, making him forget his insecurities.

and then, in the quiet of that dingy motel room, stiles found the courage to confess his feelings. “you know, i've had a crush on you for a while now,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. you raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk gracing your lips. “oh, really? i had no idea,” you teased.

stiles chuckled nervously, his heart pounding in his chest. “yeah, well, i guess it's hard not to when you're so—amazing.” you leaned in closer until your faces were just inches apart. “you know, stiles,” you whispered, “i've had my eye on you too.”

in that small, dimly lit motel room, something shifted between you and stiles. two people, seemingly different in every way, found a connection that transcended their differences. as the night deepened, you and stiles shared more than just beer; you shared stories, dreams, and a newfound closeness that neither of you had expected. it was a moment of vulnerability and connection that would change the course of their lives, igniting a spark of something beautiful amidst the chaos of teenagehood. and as the neon sign outside flickered on and off, it seemed to mirror the uncertainty and excitement of the journey that lay ahead for stiles and the you.

“so,” you began, discarding the empty can of liquid gold as you spoke. you met his gaze, his nervous, shaky gaze with a hint of something unexplainable in your own. whatever it was, it drew him to you. just as much as his nervousness drew you to him. “never been laid, huh?”

the question had him taken aback, leaving him with an almost offended expression as he scoffed. “you almost sound surprised.” he inquired with a, yet again nervous, chuckle. you shrugged, taking the opportunity to sit next to him on the ragged, uncomfortable sheets. “you're a pretty boy, sti, you could say i'm surprised, sure.” he didn't know which part got to him first—perhaps it was the way your tone shifted from playful to seductive in a matter of seconds, or maybe it was the way your siren-like eyes held his shy gaze with an immense need to ruin him. before everything else, he was absolutely sure it was your words that had gotten to him first. pretty boy. yes, the way his jeans tightened only confirmed his lingering thoughts.

“you think i'm pretty?” it almost sounded like a statement, rather than your typical question. you smiled rather gently, fingertips slowly creeping up on him, brushing his hair softly, trailing down his clothed chest, gracefully caressing his bulge through his jeans. “so pretty.” you affirmed.

stiles didn't know how to kiss, he didn't have as much experience as you did. he lacked the experience and tact you had, but not the passion. not the passion, not with you guiding him every step of the way ever so gently. your hands cupped his cheeks, tracing his jawline as you coaxed him into the kiss, allowing him to take baby steps into relaxing and finally melting into it. once he did, you found your tongue sliding into his mouth, intertwining with his as your teeth tugged at his bottom lip, sucking gently. you heard him gasp, and it was adorable. he was like putty under your touch.

“you sure you wanna do this?” the question came out almost as soon as the kiss was broken, leaving him panting with a painful ache in his cock. he nodded, almost too eagerly, puppy eyes desperate to experience this more than ever. you littered kitten licks and kisses down his neck, relishing in the way he shivered at the sensation. you had successfully gotten rid of his shirt, feeling how he only grew more and more eager to get on with it. before you could go any further, you found yourself pushing him back onto the bed, straddling his lap.

he watched in awe from below as you peeled your top off, pulling it off your head, leaving you in a stunning black bra. his eyes admired the curve of your tits, the way the bra squished them together, the recoil incoming with every move you made. “c'mere, baby, don't be shy.” you cooed, encouraging stiles to do more than just stare. it was just what he needed to hear. though inexperienced, he allowed himself to do what he felt was right—peeling your bra off, soft moans of pleasure leaving his mouth as he allowed him to fondle and grope your fatty tits, sucking on them and toying with them in a way that made both of you moan. he had his face buried into the valley of your boobs, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as you pulled at his dark hair. he looked up at you, with an utterly innocent, horny gaze, saliva dripping down his chin as you watched him rut against the mattress, desperate for some kind of soothing friction. it made you all the more ready to ruin him.

“please, (y/n),” you had him begging for you to help him out, just a little bit. while you helped him remove his jeans, you couldn't ignore the way his moans got you worked up and wet. “gotta fuck you, please, please, please.” it was a string of incoherent pleading and whining, he was even more worked up than you were. he had no other way to act, what, with your tongue dragging alongside his clothed dick, teasing and taunting the wet spot on his boxers. you nuzzled your nose against him, tongue tracing his balls as you listened to the way he meweled, beads of sweat dropping down his temple.

that night, the first thing you found out about stiles was that he was sensitive. extremely sensitive. the second thing? he was hung. the sight of his bare dick made your eyes widen, the same way the feeling of the cool air hitting his hot, angry, hard cock made him hiss. unbeknownst to you, he had been carrying a, vaguely-spoken, above-average size this entire time. it wasn't something he chose to brag about—what would the context be? certainly not how he jacked off to photos of you every night, to polaroids he had taken of you on the beach or the mere thought of you in the position you were currently in. no, surprising you like this was much better.

“big boy, aren't you, sti?” the way you cooed, as if talking to a toddler, made his cock throb. he whined in response, breath hitching in his throat as you used your thumb to smear his dripping precum all over his cock, lubricating it with the thin layer of arousal. “you're gonna make a mess of me.” he hadn't planned on it until now.

he truly didn't know what to expect fron sex up until now. sure, he's heard stories from friends thay included scott and danny, he's heard the standard it set compared to using a hand to get off. however, feeling it for the first time—it was absolutely incomparable. it was another realm of euphoria, feeling his throbbing, aching cock slip into your wet, tight heat. you didn't have to prep yourself or anything, his long, hard dick gliding into the tight ring of muscle without a care in the world. he felt you flutter around him, the sensation better and tighter than when he uaually jacked off. his jaw slacked, eyelashes fluttering as a moan got caught in his throat. he knew he wasn't gonna last long.

“too fuck—fucking tight, jesus, shit—” none of his words were easy to make out, each one coming out slower than the last as you allowed yourself to bounce on his dick, hands pressed to his chest as his cock slid in and out of you. your tits were pressed to his face, and you couldn't help but moan lowly, the thin motel walls offering you little to no support. “so big, stiles,” you gasped out. you were full, fuller than you've ever been or felt up until now. his thick tip was pressing against your cervix, kissing it as he fucked you. “shit, too fucking big, sti.”

he loved it, loved knowing how good he made you feel. he used it to his advantage, repeating things he had only seen in pornos—rubbing your clit, fondling your tits, and grabbing onto your hips, grinding you down onto his dick as he fucked himself into you. he knew he was close, especially fast for his first time, especially fast for your third time. “i—i can't,” he forewarned, and he couldn't.

when he came, his mind went absolutely blank. he came hard, with a loud moan that had come off as unexpected for both of you. he came long and hard, harder than ever before, shooting all of his cum into your cunt, your pussy milking his cock completely, sucking every last drop out. his vision was blurry for a few seconds, and his mouth dry, the inability to form sentences overpowering him. if there was one thing you were good at, it was fucking.

and boy, were you a fucking good one.

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Still The Same

Stiles Stilinski!Brother X Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1886

Requested: @emaz-0225

Request: Can you do an imagine where your Stiles Stilinski twin sister and your really close with an original Character son of Peter Hale but your kidnapped and you are saved by Scott and he has to give you the bite and you have to tell your father

You and Stiles were twins and most people could see it in the way that you acted and spoke to people. While Scott and Stiles stayed close while they were younger and grew together you ended up becoming friends with a boy who had seemed to have trouble making friends. He was quiet and in some ways scary but you never took the warning worming your way into his school life and eventually becoming his only friend, his name was Madden Kazimir Hale. He preferred Kaz, apparently his first name was one that his father had given him so he never used it, his mother had given him his second and so he used that one.

Kaz later found out that there was more to his father than first thought and you were there the night that it all happened, you both found out that Kaz was a werewolf and after his mother explained everything you were the one to help him through figuring it out. You were both 11 at the time and now at the age of 14 well into your first year of highschool, Kaz had great control and you were both closer than ever.

You were standing in the halls waiting for Kaz to get all of his stuff out of his locker “you know, if you would just remember what lessons you have, your locker wouldn’t be such a mess.” You grumbled as he looked at you with raised eyebrows, short brown hair casting a shadow over his eyes as you waited for him to say something. “Like your locker is any better.” He argued “you and your brother are the worst of that kind of thing.” “I will have you know that I’m far better at organisation than my brother.” You argued and he smirked, he was about to say something when another voice interrupted you both. “Kaz, you’ll be at the party tonight won’t you?” Lydia asked as she laid her hand on his arm, you rolled your eyes before they caught on Stiles across the hall, he seemed to be bouncing on his feet. “Only if she’s going.” Kaz answered, that drew your attention back to him as he looked down at you. “So (Y/N) are you coming?” Lydia asked. “Probably.” You answered and she nodded. “Good then I will see you there Kaz.” She smiled as she turned and walked away, not even a second later Stiles slams into the locker next to you. “What was she talking to you about?” He asked. “Hello to you too Stiles.” Kaz muttered as he continued to sort through his locker. “Yeah, yeah hey, so..?” He asked. “So?” You asked in a teasing tone. “What was she talking to you about?” He asked. “Who?” You asked. “Not funny.” He warned. “I need a name.” You informed him. “Lydia!” He answered, voice louder than he had intended, you assumed thanks to the ADHD. Most people were used to him now and continued about what they were doing, not paying him any more attention. “Just a party, don’t worry you’ll be there, it's probably going to be after the game anyway.” You explained. “Yeah but why is she asking you?” Stiles asked. “Don’t worry about it.” You waved him off as Kaz closed his locker. “Ready?” “Ready.” He answered.

It was only a few weeks later that Kaz came to you with a new discovery, one that involved Scott and by extension Stiles. “Scott’s a werewolf.” Kaz said when you were alone at lunch. “What?” You asked. “How would you know that?” “His scent changed, you can smell it on someone, same way I can smell it on the guy that's been hanging around the school.” He answered. “Right, so what do we do about that?” You asked. “You're surprisingly calm.” Kaz raised an eyebrow. “It's not like we can change it, so I guess we have to help them.” You explained “you said that there are now hunters in town because of that new alpha, the one I assume bit Scott.” “I guess the question that we really have to answer is who is this alpha.” Kaz shrugged “but maybe we should talk to your brother and Scott first.” “Yeah I guess you are right.” You nodded.

Later that evening with your Dad still working, you and Kaz corner Scott and Stiles in his room “so are you guys going to tell us why you're acting so weird?” You asked as you walked over to Stiles' bed laying down. “W-what are you talking about?” Scott asked. “You don't need your inhaler, being super good at Lacrosse now.” You turned your attention to Stiles “your unnatural interest in the new murders, the hale house and your unbelievable jumpiness.” “I’m always this way.” Stiles answered. “You sir are a terrible liar.” You smirked. “Even if I didn’t know, I’d know they were hiding something.” Kaz as he walked purposefully past Scott before falling back on the other side of the bed his head landing on your stomach. “You don’t know what it is do you?” “What are you talking about?” Stiles asked. “I was talking to Scott.” Kaz pointed at the person that he named while you began to gently run your hand through his short hair. “W-what are you talking about?” Scott asked. “Terrible lairs.” Kaz said, eyes shifting to you. “Terrible.” You nodded. “Their hearts are hammering.” Kaz teased but when he looked back at them both his eyes glowing a bright yellow. “You're a werewolf!?” Stiles asked. “You haven’t figured out that half the Hale family were?” Kaz asked. “What!?” Stiles asked. “Looks like you're going to have to take it from the top.” You sighed as Kaz settled in to tell them everything that he knew.

It had been 3 years since Scott had been turned, he was now an Alpha but not through bloodshed instead through pure will power. Kaz had since met his father and still wanted very little to do with him, even less when he found out about his sister, someone that was only a few months younger than him. You had no time to dwell on the family links that had yet to be made but you stayed close friends with Kaz which was probably how you ended up being kidnapped. With Kaz’s name having just appeared on the Dead pool someone must have seen you as the ticket to getting to him.

You don’t even know where you are, you just know that it smelled musty and the man in front of you was terrifying, he had a large hunting knife in his hand you had a feeling that he was about to use it. “Let’s hurry this along shall we?” He asked as he crouched in front of you, the knife plunged into your stomach, you screamed out in pain as he got up and walked over to the table picking up your phone, he used your finger to unlock your phone before filming a video and sending it to Kaz. “With any luck you will see them before you die.” He wrapped his hand around the knife ripping it from your stomach “I doubt it though.” You watched as he carefully stepped over something on his way out of the room, a trip wire, making sure to keep that in the forefront of your mind.

You don’t know how much longer you wait before you hear the scuffling but as soon as you hear movement you start to talk about the trap, making your voice as loud as you could, which was only a mumble “trap by the door, step over the wire.” You mumbled it on repeat and luckily it seemed Kaz was in tune with you in more ways than one, his hand shooting out to stop Scott from stepping any closer to you. “She warned us of something.” He said as he looked down at the floor catching sight of the wire there. “Careful.” He ordered as he stepped over the wire, careful to keep an eye out for anything else, finally getting to you and taking your hands in his face. “Hey there, you scared me, thought you weren’t going to let anything happen to you.” “Sorry.” You mumbled. “No need to be sorry we found you, so now all we need is to get you out of here.” Kaz said softly, you smiled. “We both know that’s not true.” You said softly. “I know I’m dying.” “No.” Kaz argued “do you remember what you said to me when we talked about dying?” “Mmm.” You hummed. “What did you say?” He asked. “I choose life even if it means that I’m not human anymore.” You answered. “Are you sure?” Scott asked. “I’m sure.” You answered.

Choosing to live at the time seemed like a good choice but now that it was time to tell your Dad what you had done to do so you honestly worried that it was push him over the edge, after everything that had happened with Stiles you were concerned that he’d hate you for this, you’d never be able to walk away from this life. “I can tell him it was my fault if you want, he’d believe it.” Kaz said from where he was sitting. “No I won’t lie to him.” You answered. “See that confidence that’s what you need to go there with, trust me it’s going to be fine your Dad loves you, but you always have me, we can go anywhere we want if this doesn’t go the way that you want it to.” Kaz promised you. “Thanks Kaz.” You smiled, you walked into your Dad’s office and swallowed as he looked up at you smiling. “Hey (Y/N/N) what are you doing here?” He asked. “I have to talk to you about something.” You said, he nodded, taking off his glasses and giving you his full attention. “Do you remember back when I got kidnapped and Scott and Kaz found me?” “Yes.” He answered, he seemed stiff at the memory of it. “Well something happened, something that I think that I should tell you about, I understand that you might not see me the same as you had before but I can’t keep it a secret, that will just make it worse.” You took a deep breath. “I was stabbed when I was taken and I was about to die, I told Scott to bite me, I didn’t want to die and there was a way to stop it, I just… I wasn’t…” “Ready?” He asked. “Mmm.” You hummed. “It’s okay.” He promised as you looked at him. “R-really?” You asked. “Things are going to be different, you will be but you are still my daughter and I will love you all the same.” He promised. “Really?” You asked. “Of course.” He answered. “Oh thank god, I was looking for the cheapest place to run off to with Kaz.” You sighed. “You and your brother are always so dramatic.” Your Dad teased as he pulled you into a hug. “You will always be my little (Y/N/N).” He promised, your eyes caught Kaz’s through the window and he smiled simply mouthing ‘I told you.’ from his reclined position on one of the seats outside.

Requests and general question!

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— Stiles Stilinski List —

• Stiles Stilinski x Mage! Reader

Requested: Hi, Sweetheart💙 How are you doing? May I please have Stiles x Male!Witch!Reader fic? Like they are already dating but both pack and Stiles don't know reader's true nature. And general idea is reveling R's supernatural side by him saving Pack from some new monster via witchcraft?

• Stiles Stilinski x Male Reader

Summary: Stiles has been skipping school lately and the pack is curious to why? A fic where stiles dates a single father with twin boys.

• Void Stiles x Male Reader

Summary: Y/n lives away from society and stumbles upon a fox who is stuck in a hunters trap, he rescues the creature and takes it back home. Not knowing that he brought a demon boy into his home.

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And They Were Twins

Full Masterlist | Teen Wolf Masterlist

Anonymous Request: Hi! Could you do an angsty, kinda Twin! Reader x brother best friend! Stiles? Where Scott’s not been a great brother and is never there for her, and Stiles notices and confronts him. (I swear I don’t want Scott to be evil; I just had a lightbulb moment today).

Summary: Being twins has its ups and downs. For you, it mainly consists of multiple 'downs'. You and Scott, your twin, were always close growing up, but since starting high school, he changed. He began not supporting you, not attending your track meets, and just overall not being there for you. Your best friend, Stiles, takes notice of it and doesn't hesitate to confront Scott, his other best friend.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

You're a part of Beacon Hills' track team ;)

Warnings: slight language

Stiles Stilinski x-reader

(Third Person View)

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, putting her hair away from her face. She had exactly one hour until she had to leave for her track meet. Y/N overslept a bit but managed to wake up before her mom got mad at her. Y/N adjusted the strap of her tank top. Her mom lightly knocked on her door.

"Yeah?" Y/N grabbed the maroon headband from her vanity. Melissa, Y/N and Scott's mother, opened the door. "Hey, ready for the meet?" she asked. Y/N nodded and pulled out a few strands of hair, so it framed her face. Melissa leaned against the frame of the door with her arms crossed.

She smiled at her daughter, admiring as Y/N quickly applied some makeup, not that she needed it. Y/N looked up at her mother and noticed her expression. "What?" she said. Melissa sighed and stood up straight. "Scott isn't able to make it to your meet," she said. Y/N's shoulders dropped at the news.

That would've been the fourth meet that Scott has missed. It seemed as of lately that he was never at her events. Like, when she had a choir concert her freshmen year, Scott never showed up. Or, when she won an award at a school program, Scott wasn't there.

Now, it was their senior year, and Scott continued. Stiles was really the only one who noticed, but Y/N insisted that it was fine, stating that she was used to it at this point. It didn't matter that she and Scott were the same age, Y/N looked up to Scott in a way.

But now, she was beginning to question if she should be looking up to him. "Oh," was all Y/N had to say. "I'm sorry," her mother said. Y/N smiled softly and went back to getting herself ready. Melissa kissed her daughter on the forehead.

Y/N's phone vibrated from beside her. Stiles' silly face popped up on the screen, telling Y/N that he messaged her:

Billinski: Hey! Good luck today. Me and my dad are on our way.

Y/N: Great!

Billinski: Is Scott coming?

Y/N: No

Bilinski: Y/N/N, that's like the fifth time.

Y/N: Fourth time

Bilinski: Doesn't matter

Bilinski: We'll see you there tho!

She smiled at his messages and put her phone down, getting up from her vanity. Y/N grabbed her bag, dropping an extra pair of clothes and some other things she thought she might need. Her mother was waiting in the living room, playing some random game on her phone.

"Ready," Y/N said, slipping on her sneakers. Melissa grabbed her purse, and the two of them set off to the rival school. Y/N sat in the passenger seat, wishing that Scott was sitting in the back, but part of her knew that would never happen.

It didn't take long till they pulled into the parking lot. Y/N got out first, telling her mom that she'd see her later. Y/N joined her friends on the side where their coach waited patiently. Sally and Becca, Y/N's teammates, high-fived Y/N as they walked over.

Their coach gave them his normal pep talk, reminding them who was doing each event. Y/N was happy that she was doing hurdles and distance medley, two things she was good at. A few minutes passed and it was time for the meet to start.

Y/N stood in her spot. Her friends stood on either side of her. She spotted her mom, Stiles, Mr. Stilinski, and Lydia in the stands. Stiles gave Y/N a thumbs up while Lydia screamed Y/N's name. Y/N smiled and turned her head to the man on the side.

He raised his hand, and the race started, beginning with the distance medley. Y/N started off slow before gaining enough speed to run past her opponents. She breathed in and out, controlling her breathing when she began to feel her legs ache. The end of the medley came, landing her in tenth place.

She rested her hands on her hips, catching her breath. Her family and friends cheered her on from the stands. Sally, Becca, and Y/N exchanged a fist bump before turning their attention to the other events. Next came the hurdles, Y/N's second and last event of the meet.

Y/N took a quick sip of her water before joining the other girls. She let out a heavy sigh, positioning herself like she always did. Then the whistle blew, and everyone was off. She jumped over each hurdle, careful not to brush the top. Y/N thought she was careful enough, but her foot collided with the top of the hurdle.

She stumbled forward, her arms meeting the track before the hurdle fell on her leg. The cheering of the crowd paused, along with everyone who was running the event. Y/N winced, trying to get the hurdle off her leg. Her coach and the nurse ran over to where Y/N sat.

The nurse set a hand on Y/N's shoulder, looking at her ankle. "Okay, honey, let's get you up," the nurse said. Y/N winced when she was lifted from the ground with the help of the nurse and her coach. Melissa didn't hesitate to run down the bleachers with the others following.

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(Later At The Hospital. Third Person View)

Y/N laid on the hospital bed, her leg elevated. She hadn't realized how hard she hit her foot and leg on the hurdle, mainly focusing on how it felt to have everyone's eyes on her once she fell. Stiles and Lydia hadn't left Y/N's side since they arrived at the hospital.

Her mother was out speaking with the doctor. Thankfully, it didn't appear that Y/N had been severely injured, but it still landed her with a low chance of participating in another track meet or practice.

"How're you feeling?" Lydia asked.

Y/N sighed and shrugged her shoulders. Stiles walked into the room with some snacks in hand. "Okay, the cafeteria didn't have many options, but I got the ones that I think you'd like," he said.

Stiles dropped the snacks at the table and passed a bag to Y/N. She chuckled, opening the bag of chips. "Any news?" he asked. "Not yet. Mrs. McCall is out speaking with the doctor," Lydia answered. Stiles nodded and sat on the bed, making sure he didn't sit on Y/N's foot.

They sat in silence for a bit, listening to the TV in the background. Lydia had put on a terrible Soap Drama but insisted that it was worth the watch. "Have you heard from Scott?" Lydia asked. Y/N sighed again, shaking her head in response. Lydia nodded and didn't say anything, knowing that it wouldn't do well.

Of course, Scott hadn't responded to Y/N's calls or messages. Melissa was pissed, to say the least, even leaving her son different messages and phone calls. Y/N couldn't help but notice Stiles' demeanor change when she answered with just a nod.

He let out a long sigh and threw the half-eaten chip bag into the trash. Stiles grabbed his sweatshirt from the chair, taking out his keys and phone. "Stiles, where are you going?" Lydia asked him. "I'll be back," he said.

"Stiles," Y/N spoke. He looked over his shoulder at Y/N, his face softening at the sight of her expression. He walked over and lightly kissed her forehead. "I'll be right back. I just gotta deal with something real quick," he said. And then he left, confusing both Y/N and Lydia. Lydia shrugged her shoulders and leaned back in the chair.

Meanwhile, Stiles had surprisingly found Y/N's brother. He didn't know what he was going to say to Scott, but he knew what he was feeling, which was frustration. Stiles got out of his Jeep and walked over to the Lacrosse field.

There Scott stood, practicing with Isaac on the other side of the field. "Scott!" Stiles shouted. They stopped what they were doing to turn their attention to Stiles. Scott's brows furrowed with arms swaying from side to side, a hand still holding his Lacrosse Stick.

"I need to talk to you," Stiles said.

Scott looked at Isaac and then back to Stiles, whose brows were raised. "Can't it wait?" Scott remarked. "No," Stiles shook his head. Isaac left the two of them, making his way over to the locker room. It was silent for a second before Stiles broke that pause.

"What the hell is your problem?"

Scott turned to Stiles, his brows now furrowed. He dropped the Lacrosse stick to cross his arms. "You have no idea what you're doing, do you?" Stiles continued. Scott never responded. His arms crossed and brows furrowed said it all.

"Why aren't you ever there for Y/N?" Stiles said, "She does everything for you, yet you do nothing. Like, you missed her track meet for the fourth time. And, now, she's in the hospital. And, you would be there if you had known that."

Scott's face changed suddenly. Since starting high school, as usual with most teenagers, Scott's life changed but more unique than others. With everything that happened to him, Scott never realized how much of an impact it had on the people around him. And now, his twin sister was in the hospital.

Instead of him being in his own world, he'd actually be there for Y/N. Stiles watched as Scott thought to himself. "You're not even gonna say anything? I guess everything that I've said hasn't even made its way into your thick skull," Stiles remarked. Stiles left Scott on the field alone. He got back into his Jeep and headed to the hospital.

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(Later)

"Good news, Ms. McCall," Doctor Williams said, standing beside the bed. Melissa held her daughter's hand as they listened to the doctor's update. "There doesn't appear to be anything severe. I would keep an eye out on it, it'll swell, but that should go down in a couple weeks," he said, "In the meantime, try to keep less pressure on it."

Dr. Williams explained a bit, stating that there would be a few bruises. Y/N smiled and sighed in relief. It would be a bit before she can join her track friends. Melissa left the room to sign out and get any medication that Y/N might need.

Scott walked down the hallway in his own thoughts. He felt guilty for not knowing about his sister's position. Scott lightly knocked on the door after finding out what room Y/N was in. She turned away from the conversation with Lydia and Stiles.

Her twin brother cleared his throat, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. Stiles looked at Scott, a small smile appearing on his face when he knew that he had gotten through to Scott. He patted Scott on the shoulder as he left the room with Lydia behind him.

"Hey," Scott spoke softly. His sister sat up so Scott had more room to sit. He cleared his throat and broke the awkward pause. "I'm sorry, I don't know if it's too late," Scott said, "But I'm sorry for not being there."

He played with the frayed edge of his jacket. "I've been a complete asshole, and I know that," Scott said, "I guess... ever since I was bitten, everything around me changed. And that doesn't excuse what I've done to you and our friends, especially you."

Y/N softly smiled at her brother's apology. "And I promise that I'm going to be better, Y/N/N. I'm sorry, I really am," Scott finished. She set a hand on his shoulder.

Her action let Scott know that she accepted his apology. He was surprised that she even accepted it, but he was glad. She leaned over and hugged him. Scott sighed, hugging his sister tightly. "I love you, Y/N/N," Scott said. "Love you too," Y/N smiled.

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Gryfflepuff in the Tardis' Masterlist

All my Works, characters are colored by which Hogwarts House I think they're in. I am a Primary Hufflepuff, Secondary Gryffindor and I genuinely think Hufflepuff is the best and most underrated house.

Ninth Doctor - Brooding Time Lord Who Tries To Hide His Light with Darkness

Supernova Series/Season One Masterlist (Ninth Doctor/Tenth Doctor) (Delilah "Lillie" Tyler/Princess Supernova played by Katherine Langford)

Tenth Doctor - Hyperactive Time Lord Who Is Always Being Slapped Born From His Love For a Human Who Tries To Hide His Darkness and Trauma With Light

Campbell Bain - Bipolar Nineteen-Year-Old Walking Ray of Sunshine That Somehow Doesn't Do Well With Girls

Sweet Jane Masterlist (19-year-old Campbell Bain x 18-year-old Traumatized Reader)

Metacrisis Doctor/TenToo (My Headcanon is that he chose the surname "Noble")

Fourteenth Doctor - The Face That Returned, now arguably more Hyperactive and Traumatized

Alec Hardy (Broadchurch) - Grumpy and Broody Scottish Detective With a Heart Condition yet a Heart of Gold (Doesn't Know He's a DILF)

Emmet Carver (Gracepoint) - The American Version of Alec

Crowley (Good Omens) - A Hyperactive Drama Queen "Vaguely Sauntered Downward" Angel Turned Only Demon with an Imagination

Barty Crouch Junior - The (Possibly Bipolar) Misunderstood Boy Who Never Got His Father's Love and Was Manipulated By Voldemort (I think I read that he was actually a Ravenclaw but I do see a lot of Hufflepuff in him, his insistence of a fair fight and honesty and loyalty)

Peter Vincent (Fright Night) - Hyperactive Alcoholic Magician/Vampire Hunter with a Heart of Gold

Dave Tiler (Single Dad) — The sweetheart dad with too many children with so much love in his heart who fate was so cruel to.

Kilgrave (I've never seen Jessica Jones, I just feel like with him having the same accent and looks the same, it might ruin David Tennant's Doctor for me, and I love David Tennant as the Doctor.)

Cale Erendreich (Bad Samarian; Haven't Seen This Either)

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Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) - The Hair; Nomenee for Mother of the Year

Embers In the Sky (Domnique "Nico" Henderson played Georgie Henley; Alex Henderson played by David Tennant)

Killer Queen (Cassandra "Cassie Dare" Henderson played by Zoey Deutch; Pan Henderson played by David Tennant)

Trauma (Emilie Henderson played by Hailee Steinfeld)

Devil Town (Imogen Henderson played by Katherine Langford)

Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf) - The Abused Puppy With a Heart of Gold Who Only Wanted the Power to Defend Himself and To Not Be Scared

Embers in the Sky Season One (Milo Stilinski played by Katherine Langford)

Embers in the Sky Season Two

Embers in the Sky Season Three

Embers in the Sky Season Four

Embers in the Sky Season Five

Embers in the Sky Season Six

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) - The Genius Pretty Boy

Valentía (Zoe Noble-Valdez played by Selena Gomez)

Braveheart (OFC played by Karen Gillan)

Raymond Wadsworth

Chip Taylor

Kyle Orfman

Lesley Juniment-Smith

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Fred Weasley

(All of these are Potter!sister!OCs, most of them are of Harry Potter's twin sister)

The Girl Who Lived (Sadie Sink as OC) (Need of a rewrite. Her name was Violet but since then my cousin had a baby daughter who he named Violet so I'm changing this character's name. I just can't write original characters with names of people I know. It's a rule of mine.)

North Star/Falling Star (Metamorphmagus!Cassiopea Potter played by Katherine Langford) (May change the name to Vega Potter)

The Twins Who Lived (Georgie Henley as Currently Unnamed OC)

Embers in the Sky (Emberly "Ember" Potter Played by Caitlin Blackwood/Karen Gillan) She is also the face claim I maintain of Lily Evans/Potter. (Caitlin Blackwood played young Amelia Pond in Doctor Who and is Karen Gillan's real life cousin.)

Yes, there are a lot of David Tennant characters. I don't want to write for the actor himself, I just feel a little creepy doing that. In my numerous Steve Harrington fics, the more recent ones (The OC is always Dustin's older sister, except in one) I think he is the best Doctor and I think he should officially be titled as the biggest Doctor Who Fan ever. (He became an actor because of Doctor Who, he says he thinks he underplays how much he loved Doctor Who, he became the first regenerated Doctor and the first one to last more than one season on the revived Doctor Who, he met his future father-in-law, like a year before he met his wife, Ty Tennant, Georgia's oldest son and David's now adopted son, in 2008, considered the Tenth to be his favorite, and hilariously, his grandfather was nowhere on the five-year-old's list--then David Tennant met Georgia (at the time) Moffat on the set of Doctor Who as she, the daughter of the Fifth Doctor, played the daughter of the Tenth Doctor, I heard that David Tennant met Ty on the set, and according the Peter Davidson, Georgia didn't even realize that he liked her when they started going out (apparently he was offended when she said she hadn't seen any Shakespeare), then David Tennant counts as the unofficial twelfth regeneration (there was the War Doctor who the Doctors deem as not worthy of having the name of the Doctor), then he adopted Ty Tennant and married Georgia; he returned for the 50th and 60th anniversary (and I hope he never stops returning), now is the Fourteenth Doctor, that's three official regenerations, and Good Omens is full of Doctor Who references. I don't think anyone can beat him for the biggest Doctor Who fan. His life like revolves around Doctor Who in a way that every fanboy/fangirl dreams of.

I have created an OC to be the Henderson!OC and Dustin's father and I always choose David Tennant, he just really gives off protective I-will-kill-anyone-who-hurts-you dad vibe and I have a soft spot for an overprotective dad for his daughter (I never had that. My dad wanted a boy--granted the disapproval that's implied is possibly because my mom told me this--and he is ADHD and was always sleeping and then he moved two towns over which was an hour's drive but seemed longer in my ADHD mind but so he could sleep and I could play video games on the Xbox that's memory wouldn't save the game so I continuously had to start over. Oh, and also, there's the fact that a TV fell on me when I was five/six because I didn't understand gravity and I locked myself in the dryer when I was seven/eight. What, is that not normal? 🙄) I'm not a big crier but a father that's willing to do anything for his daughter is your best bet. Sorry for this rant.

*(Can't pinpoint what house Alec Hardy and therefore Emmet Carver would be in, the only blog I've found on it, discussed how he may be a burnt Hufflepuff (just google it, it'll send you to the tumble immediately) but hiscusses his desperation in season two suggests Gryffindor, also implying his ignoring of his heart condition but he's aware that he has it, so he's gone to the hospital and he takes pills, he's just aware that the doctors told him that he may not survive his surgery to have the pacemaker put in and he feels like he owes it to the families to get the closure they deserve, so it doesn't strike me as impulsive but more dedicated, determined, and "unafraid of toil". Then the blog argues that his need to protect people he views as in his care and how he related to the Sandbrooke case as Slytherin but I don't see that. I think perhaps a "Burned Hufflepuff" is accurate.*

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You’re So Annoying - Stilinski Twins (Smut)

Author: @stilinskiparker​ Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Reader (platonic), Mitch Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 7,311 Warnings: fluff, angst Tropes/AU’s: Best Friends to Lovers | Fake Dating | Soulmate AU |Established Relationship | Break Up ; Back Together | Enemies to Lovers | if you can think of any more, let me know! Smut: no | yes; (i added it to my own accord) sort of dom!mitch, m+f, protected, oral (f receiving) Requested: Yes! It turned smutty, but I hope it meets your expectations, and I apologize once again for spending forever on this, anon friend!​​​ A/N: Hi, friends! This is my first attempt at writing Stilinski Twins, so I hope you like this! Mitch’s attitudes are based off him in the movie; soft!mitch and hardass!mitch. The tattoos are ones I want and one I have (the puzzle piece), so that part is more so for me… BUT! If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

“Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! I’ve never met someone so infuriating in my entire life!” you said, plopping down onto the bed.

Your best friend chuckled, looking up for a moment from his homework. “Do I know to whom you’re referring?”

Scoffing, you sat up, resting on your elbow and said, “You should. They’re your brother.”

Hanging his head, Stiles said, “Oh, no. Not this shit again.”

“Yes, this shit again!” you exclaimed. “I went to fucking walk in the damn door–”

“Did you at least knock?”

With your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, you looked at your best friend like he was crazy. “Wha–yes!”

He turned to look at you through his lashes, an unamused look on his face. “Y/N.”

Sighing exasperatedly, you plopped back down on Stiles’ bed, looking up at the ceiling. “What’s the point in having a key if I have to knock every time I come over?”

Chuckling quietly, Stiles shook his head, going back to his work. “So, what happened?”

“So, I opened the door, right, as one does, and I’m looking down ‘cause that’s what I do, and when I looked up, all I saw was fucking abs!” You sat up quickly, looking at the back of your best friend's head. “Abs, Stiles!”

“So, he was shirtless?”

“No! Because when I looked down, I saw his fucking dick!”

The bedroom door swung open then, Stiles’ twin brother, Mitch, walking into the room. “I was not naked!”

“I fucking knew it!” you exclaimed. “I knew you were listening.”

“It’s hard not to,” Mitch said. “You’re kinda fucking loud when you’re telling stories. Oh, by the way. How’d the other night go with that guy?”

Stiles turned around at that, looking between his brother and you, seeing tears building up in your eyes. Looking back at his brother, Stiles hissed, “Mitchell!”

Getting up off the bed, you grabbed your bag and walked out of the bedroom, saying to Mitch, “You’re an asshole,” before walking through their shared apartment and out the front door.

After Stiles heard the door slam shut, he looked at this brother, anger in his eyes. “The fuck, Mitch?”

“She really does talk loud, it’s not my fault.”

“But did you have to bring that guy up?” Stiles asked, looking expectantly at his brother. “What was your goal there?”

“To actually shut her the fuck up,” Mitch said, turning around and walking to his bedroom.

Stiles sat back in his chair, hands in his hair as he muttered to himself, “These two will be the death of me, I swear to fuck.”

~~~

It had been a couple days since you last talked to Stiles, or seen him, which is very odd for the two of you. Normally, the spazzy boy and yourself are joined at the hip! The only time you really ever saw Stiles was during your classes, but never outside of that.

While wiping a tear from your cheek, your phone dinged with a message. You looked at it, slightly chuckling to yourself at the message Stiles sent. 

Stiles: I know my brother’s an asshole, but you can’t stay away from ME forever. Lydia’s busy tonight, so why don’t you let me take you out for a friendship dinner? Just you and me.

You sighed to yourself, thinking over your answer before texting him back. Right after the text was sent, you got up off your bed to grab your clothes and towel to take a shower. After some much needed self care, you got dressed in your favorite outfit that you always wore, wearing your hair in beach curls and makeup on lighter side.

You grabbed your purse and stood in front of the mirror by your apartment door.

“Don’t you look snazzy?”

You looked at the redhead standing behind you in the mirror. “I’m going on a date.”

“Oh?” Lydia said. “With who?”

“Your spazz of a boyfriend,” you smiled. “Mitch was an ass the other day, so Stiles is taking me out.”

She looked puzzled, already having plans with the spazz. “I’m so confused.”

“He said you were busy tonight and that– he’s not taking me out is he?” At that, a knock sounded on the door, and since you were standing by the door, you answered it, an unimpressed look on your face.

“What?” the spazz asked.

“You know what,” you said, cocking an eyebrow. “You lied to me.”

“Lyds, you ready?” Stiles asked, looking over your head at his girlfriend.

“Yup,” she answered, shouldering her purse. As she passed you, she said, “Have fun!”

As they briskly walked away, you stared into the eyes of the twin you despised more than anything. You took a couple steps in the hallway, shouting at the couple, “You’re assholes!” Sighing deeply, you looked at Mitch, eyes glaring daggers into his own orbs. “You better have something special planned.”

Smirking, Mitch replied, “Oh, trust me. I do.”

~~~

“This is your something special?” you deadpanned. You looked at him through your lashes, not impressed with what he picked.

“What? You don’t like it?” he said.

You both looked at each other, facial expressions reading very different.

“Mitch,” you said, turning your body towards him, him copying. “You brought me to a tattoo shop!”

“You don’t like tattoos?” he asked, sarcastically.

“Alright, Stiles.”

Humor left his eyes as it was replaced with anger, stepping a little closer to you. “You know I don’t like being called by Stiles’ name.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You were being sarcastic, and that’s Stiles’ thing. Listen, can we just… I don’t know, go get something to eat? I’m starving.”

“Look next door,” he said, voice surprisingly soft.

You turned your head, seeing the food place next to the tattoo shop. “Don’t tell me. You planned, while not really planning on–”

“Taking you out to eat since Stiles lied about being the one taking you out.”

You looked at him, eyes soft. “Thanks.”

~~~

“I cannot believe you did that!” you exclaimed, storming into Mitch and Stiles’ shared apartment. “Why the fuck did you do that?!”

“He had it coming,” Mitch shrugged.

“Had it coming? What the fuck gives you the right to talk to someone like that?”

“He was being rude.” Mitch was being nonchalant about the situation. See, on the way back to your apartment complex, a guy that you knew and had a class with stopped you from walking into the building. Granted, he was drunk and he was being rude, but you couldn’t see that because all the guy asked you about was homework for one of your shared classes.

Mitch ended up getting in the guys face and telling him to fuck off or else the next thing he’s gonna be seeing is his fist coming at his face before hospital lights. Mitch then took you back to his apartment, where the argument is commencing.

“Rude? He was asking about homework!”

“He was drunk and trying to feel you up!” Mitch yelled.

When you both walked into the door, neither of you realized that the door was already unlocked. You went to reply to Mitch before you both heard banging followed by a loud moan.

“What the fuck?” you said, looking around the floor, finally realizing there were clothes scattered around, the materials belonging to Stiles and Lydia, who screamed out Stiles’ name. “I’m leaving.”

“Can I come with you?” Mitch asked. You looked at him, anger and rage flooding your own orbs. “Look, I don’t want to hear them fucking like rabbits all night.”

“Where do you normally go?” you asked.

“The Quad, but since the weather is getting colder at night, I really don’t want to be out there.”

Letting out a deep breath, you thought it over for a moment. “I have some Stiles’ pajama pants in one of my drawers. I’m more than sure they’ll fit.”

~~~

When the two of you arrived at your apartment, you never expected to be sitting on opposite ends of the couch with Mitch. Clad in pajamas, you both were snacking on popcorn while watching a movie.

“So, they’re not fucking?” 

“Ew, Mitch!”

“What?” he chuckled.

“That’s his mom!”

“Explain it to me again.”

You deeply sighed, pausing the movie. You turned your body towards the man, resting your elbow on the back of the couch. “Lorraine Baines is Marty McFly’s mom! She married George McFly, had David, Linda and then Marty. Right now, in the movie, he’s with his mom– a younger 50s version of his mom.”

He looked at you like he still didn’t understand anything you were saying.

“Just watch! They’re not fucking - ew -, but just watch.” You turned back to facing the television. While your attention was on the movie, Mitch’s attention was on you.

As he looked at you, he started to feel bad about the way he was treating you. It was unfair and he knew it. The only reason why he was acting shitty towards you was because you’d rather hang out with his brother than him.

While that wasn’t true at all, you never told him that. From the moment you two started bickering, you knew that trying to get through to him on anything wasn’t gonna go the way you wanted it to.

You also started to feel bad about the way you were treating him, but the only thing you were doing was matching his energy. You felt as if you couldn’t be civil with him while he was being an ass to you, so you decided to match his energy.

While your eyes were on the screen, your mind was elsewhere, thinking things about Mitch over. For what felt like the thousandth time that night, you sighed, turning your head slightly in Mitch’s direction. “Mitch?”

“Yeah?”  

“Can I ask you something, and you promise to be brutally fucking honest with me?”

“Sure.”

“Do you really hate me?” you asked, voice soft. You looked at him, seeing that his eyes were already on you.

Without missing a beat after your eyes locked, he answered, “No. I don’t.”

With your voice a near whisper, you asked, “Then why do you act like you do?”

He looked away from you to his knees, thinking his answer over before taking a breath. “I only acted, or act, that way because… well, because I guess I’m a little jealous.”

“Of what?” you asked, incredulously.

“Your friendship with my brother,” he whispered.

“Why would you be jealous of Stiles?”

Scoffing, he looked back up at you, turning his body towards you, much like how you did earlier in the evening. “Because he always got the girl, got the friends, everyone just gravitated towards him. Me? Everyone steered clear of me. Guess they took one look at me and said, you’re not as funny as Stiles. You have longer hair and facial scruff, that means you don’t value yourself. You don’t–”

“Fuck what everyone else thinks,” you exclaimed, interrupting him. “What they say shouldn’t matter.”

“But it does!”

“Why? Why does it matter? Mitch, you are your own person. You have your own style. So what if your hair is longer? I like longer hair on guys. I take that back, some guys it looks good on - like you! As for your facial scruff – hot damn, it makes you look ten times hotter than Stiles, because let’s face it, Stiles can’t grow facial hair for shit. That stunt you pulled earlier with the tattoo shop? I saw the humor burning in your eyeballs. Let me ask you this; do you shower?”

“Duh, who doesn’t?”

“Do you take care of your oral hygiene?”

“Value it.”

“Do you take time for yourself every once in a while?”

“Kinda.”

“You’re doing all those things, which means you value yourself. Fuck everyone else and their opinions. The only opinion that should matter is mine.”

Mitch was a bit taken aback at your comment. The only opinion that should matter is yours? What does that mean? He decided to voice his question. “What does that mean?”

“From here on out, we’re hanging. That includes, but not limited to; study dates, lunch dates, dinner dates. They’re not actual dates, though. We’d have to actually be dating for that. Feeling bored? Come on over, I’ll get you a spare key. Need someone to walk to classes with? I’m your girl. Someone has something to say? I’ll tell ‘em off.”

He started chuckling about halfway through your speech before he quieted down. “Oh, you’re serious.”

“As a heart attack.”

He stuck his hand out, but pulled it back once your own got closer. “Don’t shake unless you mean it.”

Dumbfounded, you asked, “Did you just quote Disney to me?”

“Yes. My favorite as a kid was The Emperor’s New Groove. Now, you gonna shake my hand or what?”

Quietly chuckling, you put your hand in his, shaking it in agreement. What struck you as odd was the moment you put your hand in his, what felt like electricity went up your arm, making your hand warm in his. It felt like home.

Mitch cleared his throat, quickly retrieving his hand. “Can we, uhm… can we watch it?”

“The Emperor’s New Groove?”

He nodded his head, feeling ashamed to even be asking to watch a kid’s movie. You smiled, nonetheless and nodded your own head. You took the remote, finding the film on a streaming service. You both started on opposite ends of the couch before moving closer to each other, not realizing it.

When Lydia arrived home later that evening, the picture she saw on the couch shocked her to her core. She brought her phone out and took a picture of you and Mitch, sending it to Stiles. 

When Stiles heard his phone ding with a message, he opened his phone to look at the message Lydia sent. Instead of her telling him she was home, what he saw also shocked him to his core. A photo of you and Mitch, lying on the couch; him laying flat on his back with you in between his legs, ear on his chest with Mitch’s hands resting on your back with yours laying by his sides.

Stiles smiled at the picture, happy that his plan worked. He told his brother before the night started that he had a girl he wanted Mitch to meet, so naturally, Mitch agreed, never thinking that girl would be you and that you’d both would have a decent time together before falling asleep on your couch, watching an old Disney movie.

~~~

When you woke up the next morning, you first noticed a clothed chest before remembering the events from the night before. Nothing happened between you and Mitch, just an impromptu movie night due to Stiles and Lydia having some fun of their own.

You smiled to yourself, softly snuggling into Mitch’s chest, feeling his arms lightly tighten around your figure. He sighed against the top of your head, you doing the same to his chest.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Morning,” you responded.

After a few moments of silence, you heard Mitch quietly chuckle, prompting you to ask, “What’s so funny?”

“I thought we hated each other.”

It was your turn to let out a small chuckle. “We do, but… I don’t know, I guess you’re tolerable. I mean, we did hear your brother fucking Lydia last night.”

“And it was amazing!” Lydia yelled from coming out of the bathroom. “Like, really amazing.”

You sat up quickly, resting your weight on your hand while Mitch once again chuckled. “I’m aware now, thanks!” You looked down at the man below you who was full on laughing now. “You sound like Stiles when you laugh, and don’t give me that bullshit of you two being twins ‘cause I’m well aware.”

You couldn’t help but smile at him during his laughing fit. While it was true you didn’t really care for Mitch, part of you was starting to like him as a friend. You were lost in your thoughts about Mitch, not noticing that he was looking at you.

“Y/N/N,” he said.

“Mitch.”

“I have to piss.”

“Oh!” you exclaimed, getting up off the couch, pointing towards the hallway. “Uhm, first door on the left.”

Getting up, Mitch gave his thanks as you watched him walk towards the bathroom before you heard the door close.

“Pick your jaw up off the floor,” Lydia said.

You looked at her, confused look on your face. “What are you talking about?” “You’re gawking,” she chuckled. “Just admit that you’re starting to fall for him and fuck his brains out.”

Your jaw just about met the floor at her remark. “What do you mean by that last statement?”

She walked over to you, coffee thermos in hand and a long strap purse on her shoulder, whispering, “Every guy you bring back, you fuck his brains out.”

Disgusted look on your face, you shoot back, “No, I don’t.”

Mitch had come out of the bathroom just as Lydia made her remark, listening to your conversation while leaning against the wall.

“Well, can you at least fuck Mitch within the next - I don’t know - two months?” Lydia continued.

“So, you’re putting a timeframe on this? Lyds, I’m just now getting to the point where I can stand him, and I’m sure he thinks the same of me. I mean, last night was amazing, aside from him threatening a classmate of mine, but still! Him taking me out last night ‘cause Stiles lied about it, and then coming back here after hearing you scream Stiles’ name to watch movies and fall asleep together? I haven’t had just a night like that since, like, high school!”

At your small rant, Lydia looked over and eyed Mitch, the latter putting his finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet at his presence. 

“So, what you’re saying is you’d like to have another night like that with him?” she asked.

“Many more!” you exclaimed. “Don’t be offended, but he’s so much hotter than Stiles, more built than that spazz of a man, longer hair and facial hair?! Hot damn!”

“Mitch and Y/N sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” Lydia sang. 

“Shut up,” you chuckled.

She shared a chuckle with you before perking up, “Ooh! If you guys get married, we’ll be sisters!”

“Okay, you’re thinking way too far ahead. Mitch and I are just now getting to the point where we can stand to be in the same room as each other… we just started being friends.” You looked at her, seeing a smile on her face.”

“Well,” Lydia said, grabbing her keys. “I hope you two stay being friends because you two are way fucking cute together.”

You gawked at her, following her with your eyes as your body turned to face the door. “Lydia Camille-Grace —”

“Bye, I love you! Have a good day!” she said, closing the door on her way out.

Hearing a snicker coming from your right, you looked over at Mitch, his hand covering his mouth. “That’s hilarious.”

Glaring at him, you said, “I’m gonna kill her, then I’m gonna kill you.”

“Before or after you fuck my brains out?”

“Get out,” you said, pointing to the door.

Mitch just laughed, walking towards you. “I’m kidding. Please don’t kick me out.” He put his arms around your shoulders, bringing your back to his chest. “It’s Saturday. What do you normally do on Saturday’s?”

Resting your head on his shoulder, you sighed. “Catch up on homework, my shows, watch a couple movies, soak in the bath for a little while, maybe catch dinner with Stiles. What about you?” You turned your head to look at him.

He shrugged. “Either watch TV, or I—”

Noticing his silence, you scrunch your brows, turning in his hold to wrap your arms around his middle, chin on his chest. “Tell me. Judgment free zone.”

Sighing, he closed his eyes. “Or I’m at some girls' dorm or apartment… getting it on.”

Smiling a little, you whispered, “Sex is a very normal thing.” Pulling out of his hold, you finished your statement while walking to your bedroom. “Trust me, I have enough of it to know. And they’re not very good.”

Mitch followed you, watching as you opened your drawers to look for some clothes for the day. “Last guy you had sex with.”

With a disgusted look and tone to your voice, you said, “Brent Donovan.”

“Wasn’t the guy I cussed out last night, was it?”

“Nope,” you shook your head. “But I also had sex with him, too. Freshman year.”

“You’re not one of those girls who keeps tabs on the guys she fucks, do you?”

“Ew. No.” You turned around to face the window, the blinds and curtains closed. Lifting your shirt, you forgot you had a tattoo on your back, the tattoo that Mitch pointed out.

“Whoa, you have a tattoo?” he asked, walking around your bed to stand behind you, but not close enough to see your naked chest.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I have four.”

“Can I see the others?”

Nodding, you agreed to show him… after you dressed. You showed him your puzzle piece with a heart near the center, a matching one with your sister. One on the inside of your ankle of an anchor with the saying I refuse to sink curved at the top and bottom. He already saw the one on your back, the saying with brave wings she flies with a heart in the middle of an arrow underneath. The last one you showed, you always covered it with long sleeves, this one meaning the most to you; a breast cancer ribbon, your mom’s birth and death date on the bottom of the ribbon, her name on the curved top.

Noticing the tears in your eyes, Mitch put his hand on the back of your head, gently guiding you towards him, the side of your head resting on his chest, whispering, “She’d love it. She’d love them all ‘cause they’re badass.”

You chuckled, reaching up to wipe the tears that had slid down your cheek. “Thanks. She was gonna get one if she beat it again. Breast cancer.”

“You don’t have to talk about it unless you’re ready.”

You looked up at him, looking deep into his eyes. You noticed the look he was giving, telling yourself you weren’t going to stop it if it happened. “Thanks,” you whispered.

You both leaned towards the other, lips almost touching before you heard your name being yelled by the familiar voice of your male best friend.

“Y/N/N!”

“And Mitch!” said male yelled.

Footsteps of your best friend sounded before you heard his voice. “Why the fuck is Mitch over here?” Stiles stopped his footsteps, standing in your bedroom doorway. Seeing the two of you in an embrace. “Why are you two holding each other like that? And why the hell are you over here? Why didn’t you come home?” Looking over at Stiles, Mitch replied, “We did come back last night, but you and Lydia were fucking like rabbits, Y/N and I decided to come back here to not listen to Lydia scream your name.”

Opening his mouth like he wanted to protest, Stiles stood there, looking around the room before shrugging. “That’s fair.” Knowing how the two of them slept, Stiles decided to leave that subject alone. “So, Y/N/N. What’s the plan for today?” Confused, you asked, “What do you mean?” 

Plopping on your bed, Stiles said, “We always hang out on Saturday’s.”

“Saturday nights,” you corrected. “We always try to get dinner on Saturday’s ‘cause I’m busy catching up on stuff.”

“Homework and TV don't count.”

“Sure it does,” Mitch said. “She can do anything she wants during her weekend.”

Getting up from your bed, and a little offended, Stiles asked, “Why are you being defensive?”

“I’m not. We’ll see you at dinner.”

Baffled, Stiles walked out of the bedroom, almost slamming the apartment door shut on his way out.

You gaped at Mitch, unsure of what to say or do. 

He turned to you, saying, “Come on. Let’s go get breakfast.”

~~~

A couple of months later, you’ve found yourself in Mitch’s arms more often, having sleepovers at each other’s apartments on nights Stiles and Lydia were over. The two of you never left the couch on those nights, moreso for Mitch’s sake.

He wasn’t afraid, per se, of you entering his room, he just didn’t want you to see the state of it. Your room in your apartment was open and bright, while his was the opposite. 

You both were laying on the couch one day in your favorite position; you on top of him, your ear pressed to his chest. He was running his fingers up and down your back when you sighed.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked.

The nickname made you smile. He’d been calling you little pet names here and there; babe, baby, sweetheart, doll, kitten, love. His favorite being love. 

You tilted your head back to look at his chin, that being the only thing you could see at the moment. “Nothing. Just wondering when we’re gonna stop sleeping on your couch and go to your bedroom.”

You felt him stiffen a little at your comment before he sighed. “You know I’m embarrassed by it.”

“You don’t have to be,” you whispered.

Stopping his fingers, he said, “It’s not like yours. Complete opposite.”

Sitting up, you said, “Mitch, I could give two shits about how your room looks. There could be clothes everywhere and I wouldn’t mind.”

“Yours is so open and bright while mine is not.”

You both looked into each other's eyes, fire burning behind yours. “Are we really about to have an argument over how our bedrooms look? Mine looks like it does because that’s what was drilled into me as a kid; having a clean and bright space. I want to know what was drilled into your head, what kind of space you have.”

He sighed, putting his hands behind his head. “Nothing was really drilled into my head, love.”

“Then show me. Show me or else I’m getting up in five seconds and walking into your room.” You crossed your arms, starting your countdown. “Five… four… three… two… one.” You got up from the couch, quickly making your way to the hallway you knew the bedrooms to be.

“Y/N/N, don’t!” Mitch said, following you. By the time he reached you, his bedroom door was open, you standing in the middle of it.

You turned in a circle, looking at everything. Before you could turn your back to Mitch, he saw the ghost of a smile on your lips. Looking back at his unmade bed, you whispered, “It’s incredible.”

Thinking he heard you wrong, Mitch walked into his room to stand behind you. “What?” You turned to face him, putting your arms around his neck. “I said it’s incredible. It’s you. Messy, but it has personality. The pictures, the posters, the clothes everywhere, your bed is not made.” Smiling, you ran your fingers through the back of his head, threading the strands of hair through your fingers. “It’s you.”

Without hesitation, Mitch leaned down, placing his lips gently on yours. He was letting you take the lead on the kiss, but a few moments later, you returned the kiss, pressing your lips lightly against his, as if to test the waters.

He pulled back and looked into your eyes before diving back in and kissing you more firmly, yet soft at the same time. Without hesitation, you kissed him back, standing on your toes to reach him better.

Mitch guided you back to his bed, the backs of your legs hitting the mattress before the two of you fell onto the bed, laughing. As you both laughed, you reached up your hands, placing your palms on his cheeks.

“You’re a pretty good kisser,” you whispered, a smile on your face.

“You are, too,” Mitch replied, dipping his head to kiss you once more.

Before things could get too heated, a knock on the door sounded, causing Mitch to break away with a groan, his forehead resting on your chest. He picked his back up, looking you in the eyes. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

Whispering, you said, “Okay,” before pulling his lips back down to yours.

Mitch got up and exited his bedroom, going to the apartment door.

In the two months that you’ve gotten close with Mitch, he’d stopped talking to girls, the only girl he’d wanted to talk to was you. You did the same and quit talking to boys, neither of you having interest in pursuing anything outside of each other, even though you two weren’t officially a couple.

A girl that Mitch had been talking to you a couple of days before you two started being around each other had caught wind of the rumors surrounding you two on campus, but she didn’t want to believe it.

Her and Mitch had made plans two months ago to hang out when her family came back from vacation. So, when Mitch opened the apartment door, he was shocked to see her.

“Katrina? What are you doing here?” he asked.

As she tried to make her way into the threshold of the apartment, she replied, “My family is back from vacation. Remember, we made plans?”

Thinking for a moment, he closed his eyes, realization hitting him. “Shit. I forgot.”

“So, do you want to hang out or not?”

He opened his eyes, the fire in his eyes starting to flicker. “I have company.”

Not believing a word he said, Katrina pushed her way into the apartment, leaving Mitch to stand there, hand on the frame of the door as it hit the wall it was hinged on. “Well, I don’t see her.”

Closing the door, Mitch said, “That’s because she’s in my room.”

“The room that only I have seen?”

“Listen, Katrina. You need to leave.”

“So, can fuck some other girl?!”

You heard her yell the sentence, but wasn’t sure what she meant by that. You stood up from sitting on the bed, slowly walking towards the door when something on Mitch’s nightstand caught your eye.

A book. A little black book. Looking towards the door, you listened to them arguing before turning your sights back to the book. Looking at it made you anxious. You weren’t sure what was inside the book. Part of you wanted to find out while the other part just wanted you to leave it alone.

Listening to the devil on your shoulder, you picked up the book, flipping through the pages. A list of names written. You remembered back a couple months ago when he asked if you kept a book of all the guys you’d fucked. Quietly gasping, you looked back down at the book after having looked up during your through process. “That cheeky little fucker.”

“Where’s the book? Hmm? The one with all the names in it? Is hers in there?”

Quickly flipping to the last page that had names on it, you stopped and stared. There, in black ink, was your name. Tears sprung to your eyes as you walked out of his room, slowly walking down the hallway. “What the fuck is this?”

Looking past Katrina, Mitch saw you holding up the book, tears running down your face. “Y/N/N, it’s not what you think.”

“A little black book with a list of girls names you fucked? Your little scorebook?”

“It’s not like that!”

Shoving the book into his chest before walking towards the door, you said, “I cannot fucking believe you! I thought we had something.” You sniffled, tying your shoes up before looking at the twin you started to develop feelings for. “I guess I was fucking wrong. I hope you have a good time with Blonde Barbie over here.”

You didn’t give him time to reply before opening the door, slamming it shut, Mitch calling your name.

When you arrived at your apartment, Stiles and Lydia were sitting on the couch, eating popcorn and watching a movie. At seeing your state, Lydia paused the movie, the couple standing up. Stiles walked over to you, pulling you into a hug. “What happened?” “Mitch. Mitch happened.”

Stiles left without saying a word, ready to confront his brother.

~~~

“Mitch!” Stiles yelled, upon entering their shared apartment. “Mitch, I know you’re here!” Stiles walked to his brother's room and opened the door, letting it slam on the wall. “What the fuck, bro!”

Sitting up on the edge of his bed, Mitch put his head in his hands. “I know, Stiles. I know.”

“What happened between you and Y/N that’s making her cry hysterically?”

The twins looked at each other, Stiles waiting for an explanation. After a moment’s silence, Mitch explained what happened; that Katrina had showed up while you had found his little black book.

“Dude,” Stiles said. “Keeping a book? That’s sick. I mean, it’s almost normal for you, but it’s still sick.”

“I know, dude,” Mitch replied. He motioned to his computer desk, explaining that he threw the book out after he told Katrina to leave. “I really like her, dude.”

“Who? Katrina?”

“No, dumbass. Y/N. I really like her.”

“Well, you better make it up to her or else she won’t take you back.”

“Take me back? What do you mean?” Mitch stood, eyes narrowed at his brother.

Stuttering with his words, Stiles tried to stall instead of telling Mitch the truth about what you revealed to him a couple weeks back. 

“Stiles,” Mitch said, taking slow steps towards his brother. “What do you mean?”

“N-now, remember, Mitch, I’m older by 2 minutes,” Stiles said.

“You mean younger by two minutes,” Mitch corrected. Spotting his phone through the corner of his eye, Mitch grabbed it, ready to text you and ask what Stiles was talking about.

“Don’t call her! Don’t text her!” Stiles exclaimed. “I’ll tell you everything.”

~~~

About an hour after Stiles told his twin the truth about you and your feelings, Mitch raced over to your apartment, the one you shared with Lydia. He knocked on the door, hoping to see your face on the other side, but instead was met with Lydia’s, whose stare on him turned from neutral to one of slight rage.

“You better be here to apologize,” she said.

“I am. Believe me, I am,” Mitch replied. “Is she here? I just need to talk to her.”

Crossing her arms, Lydia said, “Oh, she’s here alright, and she doesn’t want to see you.”

“Lydia–”

“Who’s at the door?” you said, walking into view. Once you locked eyes with Mitch, the tears returned, the ones you willed away about five minutes prior. “Go the fuck away!”

“Just let me explain.”

“Explain what? That you kept a book of all your sexual escapades? And how my name was at the bottom of that list?”

Sighing, he put his hands on his hips. “I never meant for you to see it. I swear, I was gonna throw it out if we got more serious.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, unaware of his feelings, so you decided to voice your thoughts. “So, what, you like me or something?”

“Yes,” he sighed. “I like you. A lot. Right before Stiles showed up, I told Katrina it was over between her and I, not that anything was going on between us.” He walked more into the apartment towards you. As he stepped closer to you, he explained, “Look, Y/N. You’re the only girl I can see myself having a future with. The past two months have opened my eyes at what we could have. Yes, we hated each other just two months ago, but now that I’ve gotten to know you, I can’t picture my life without you in it.” 

You looked down at your hands, seeing your fingers laced with his. Looking back up at him, tears sprung to your eyes again. “Lydia. Go to Stiles’.”

“Why?” she asked, confused.

“ ‘Cause I’m gonna fuck his brains out,” you said, immediately kissing Mitch after. You didn’t hear her grab her bag or keys as Mitch backed you up, leading you to your bedroom.

Once you both came to a stop, you were able to register the backs of your knees on the mattress. You had pulled away from Mitch, looking into his eyes, letting him set the pace. “What do you want me to do, Mitch?”

He looked you up and down before looking behind you at the bed. Putting a hand on your shoulder, he gently led your back to the mattress. “Lay down, love.”

The nickname would’ve made you drop to your knees if you weren’t lying on your back. “What else?”

“Why are you asking me these questions?” he asked, hovering over you.

Shrugging, you stated, “Just letting you set the pace before, ya’know,--”

“You fuck my brains out?”

Smiling at each other, you giggled. “Oh, yeah. So that I can fuck your brains out.”

“I’m hinting at some sarcasm.”

“We’ll talk about sarcasm later. All I want right now,” you said, putting your hands in his hair. “Is for you to make me feel good so that I can do the same to you.”

Mitch smirked, leaning down to press his lips to yours as he said, “Sounds like a plan.”

Your lips moved in sync, his tongue asking for entrance which you gladly accepted. You explored each other’s mouths, neither of you battling for dominance; just exploration. 

Mitch pulled away for a moment, a whine of protest sounding from you before a light gasp and happy sigh sounded. You could feel Mitch’s smile against your neck, his lips searching for your sweet spot, which he found. 

You carded your hands through his hair a little harder, a quiet moan sounding from your mouth, his name falling from your lips.

He wanted to hear his name on your lips again, so he ran his tongue along your sweet spot before wrapping his lips around it, sucking a bruise to the spot.

“Mmmm, fuck,” you whispered. “Mitch.”

He released your sweet spot before looking you in your eyes. Deeply. Mitch knew that he wanted to be with you, and he knew you felt the same. His brain was swirling with thoughts, so he decided to voice them. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“Okay,” you whispered, hands going into his hair, gently. 

“I make you feel good this round. Next time, you can make me feel good.”

A hint of a smile ghosted your face before you nodded your head. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He leaned back down, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. Without detaching his lips from yours, he asked you to scoot back some, which you did. Putting his hands on your back, he sat the both of you up, you now sitting in his lap, legs wrapped around his hips.

Lifting your shirt from the bottom, you lifted your arms into the air, letting him discard the material. After a small thud was heard from your shirt hitting the ground, Mitch put his hands on your back, fingertips barely touching the bottom of your bra.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

You giggled. “That’s normally something guys say after they take off the bra.”

“Well, I decided to say it early, how ‘bout that?” He chuckled before you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his again.

He laid you back down before moving to your chest, kissing the tops of your breasts and the valley between them before moving down to your stomach, pressing light, feather kisses to your abdomen. 

Mitch put his fingers on the top of your pants waistband, looking back up at you, silently asking you to lift your hips, to which you obliged. He slid the material down your legs, stealthy taking your panties with them, letting both drop to the floor in a light thud.

Without missing a beat, Mitch licked a stripe up your core, your head pressing back into the mattress while a hand went to his hair. 

“Mitch,” you breathed as he expertly used his tongue in ways you’ve never felt. You moaned louder upon feeling two fingers enter your core, your head shooting up to look at the top of his head. Once you felt your release coming, you voiced it causing Mitch to stop. You looked him in the eyes, disbelief written all over your face. “What the f–”

“Where’s your condoms?” he asked.

“Top drawer, nightstand.”

He looked behind him, seeing the nightstand in question. Leaning back, he opened the drawer, stopping dead in his tracks, chuckling. “It’s so organized.”

“We can talk about my organization skills later,” you said. “I need your dick in me now so that I can cum.”

Chuckling again, he reached for a condom before standing from the bed to pull his jeans and boxers down, releasing his pulsating length.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed. “Damn, Mitch.”

“Still like what you see?” he asked, brow raised with a smirk on his lips.

“Yes. Now, wrap it so you can tap this.”

Mitch rolled the rubber down his length before dipping his head, licking one last stripe upon your pussy before lining himself up with your entrance. “Just do something for me.”

“Anything.”

“Scream in pleasure,” he said, pushing himself into you, a loud moan tearing from your throat.

Mitch set a soft and slow pace to start before moving a little faster.

“Mitch,” you moaned. 

“Yes, love?” he breathed.

“Must go faster.”

He breathed a chuckle before moving faster and a little harder.

“Mmmmm, harder!”

Mitch sat on his knees, grabbing your hips to start pounding into you, a pleasurable scream sounding from your throat. 

“Good girl - that’s a good fucking girl,” he panted. After watching your covered breasts bounce a few good times, he started to feel his own release coming. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Me, too, keep going,” you breathed. “Keep going, I’m almost there.”

Mitch reached down, thumb lightly pressing to your clit in circles. 

“Fuck! Don’t stop,” you moaned. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t –” A moan cut you off with the feel of your release, your pussy squeezing Mitch’s cock, causing him to give his own release.

He let go of your hips, leaning forward to hover over you while putting his weight on his elbows so as to not crush you completely. 

You both were breathing heavily, your hands going back to his hair. In between breaths, you said, “That… was… amazing.”

Mitch chuckled before looking you in the eyes, one of your hands coming down to his cheek. “Yeah, it was.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips, one you happily returned.

The two of you parted, Mitch sitting back up to get off the bed. You watched him as he poked his head out of your bedroom door before hurrying across the hall to the bathroom. When he returned, you were already laying under your covers with a piece of clothing on that Mitch, once again, chuckled at. “You look good in my shirts.”

“Haven’t we already established that?” you asked, pulling the blankets back for him to crawl under.

After putting his boxers back on, he said while getting into your bed, “Maybe. I don’t remember.”

You laughed as he put his arm around your shoulders, bringing you into him. Looking up at him, you placed your hand back on his cheek, guiding his eyes to look into yours. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked, confused.

“For showing me that enemies can turn into lovers in a matter of a few months.”

He smirked, “Anytime, love. Anytime.”

Smiling yourself, you put your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. “You’re so annoying.”

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A/N 2: let me know what you thought!

Additional Note: my moms death anniversary is coming up next week (9/21/22). I write her death into a lot of my fics because it helps me kinda cope with it…

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Posted on September 17, 2022

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[fandom-imagines-stories]

The Best Medicine

Steve Harrington x Reader

Words: 2127

Summary: Your boyfriend finds out you’re sick and calls off work to take care of you. 

Notes: I’ve written one like this with Stiles Stilinski and I’ve been miserable and sick recently, so I needed this. No plot, just fluff. Seriously, this is kind of a mess. 

More imagines: HERE

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It was supposed to be the best summer ever. You were going to lay in the sun, hang out with your friends, and, most of all, spend more time with your newly-graduated boyfriend. Steve was having a hard time since he didn’t get into any colleges he wanted, so you were going to be sure to give him a summer he wouldn’t forget. 

And so far, he’s been working, you’ve been working and anytime you actually have together, Dustin typically tags along. You loved the kid, but it was two weeks into the summer and you and Steve haven’t had a moment alone together. 

You were going to surprise him today with a picnic after he got off work. Instead, you’d spent the morning lying on the couch with a cold towel on your forehead, feeling like certain death. It was hard to imagine a romantic night out when you were coughing up a lung. 

“Sweetie, phone!” Your mom called from downstairs. 

You were so out of it you hadn’t even heard it ringing. 

Once you got to high school, your parents finally let you put a phone in your room, though you rarely used it since your mother liked to eavesdrop. 

“Hello?” You answered. Even your voice sounded disgusting, clouded with congestion and hoarse from coughing all morning. 

“God you sound awful, are you okay?” 

“Oh,” you sniffed. “Hey, Steve.” 

“The twins told Dustin who told me that you weren’t feeling well.”

“I’ve been better.” 

Your mom popped her head in your door. 

“Hey, your dad and I are heading out,” she said. She examined you, wrapped in your blankets surrounded by piles of tissues. “Are you sure you can watch the boys this weekend? We can always reschedule this trip-”

“No, mom, I’ll be fine.” You tried to make your voice as chipper as possible but it was a poor attempt. “Besides, the boys are getting to the age that they don’t need a babysitter.”

“Well, what about you?” 

“I don’t need anyone to take care of me. I promise.” You gave her a pathetic smile. “Enjoy your trip.” 

“Okay.” She surrendered. “But call if you need something, alright?”

You nodded and shooed her out of your room. 

“Wait, your parents are leaving you like that?” Steve said. You’d almost forgotten he was on the line. 

“Yeah, they’ve had this trip planned for months now. I told them I could watch the twins and I don’t want her to worry. I’m okay, really.” 

Just as you said that you erupted into a fit of coughs. On the other end, there was shuffling followed by the sound of jingling keys. 

“I’m coming over.” 

You sighed. “Seriously, Steve, I’m okay-”

“Bullshit. I’m calling off work so someone can stay with you and help with the boys.”

“But-”

“No buts, I’m already on my way to the door. I’ll see you in a bit.” You started to put the phone down but heard his voice again. “Oh, Y/N.”

“Yes Steve?”

“I love you.” 

He’d see you in less than five minutes and he was worried that he almost let you hang up without him saying it. 

You smiled. “I love you too. See you soon.” 

-

Your brothers were at the arcade with their friends, so you had the rest of the morning to yourself. Cam and Marty were a little bit younger than Dustin and his friends- closer to Lucas Sinclair’s sister Erica’s age- but the older boys let them tag along. 

You were pretty sure it was because Steve made them play nice, but you appreciated it nonetheless. 

The doorbell’s chime rang throughout the empty house. You gathered your blankets around you and shuffled down the stairs. Sure enough, you could see the brown quaffs of hair through the window. 

“Sorry I’m late, honey,” Steve greeted as you opened the door. “I dropped by the store.” He held up the pile of supplies in his arms. From snacks to soup to extra tissues, he’d thought of everything. He kissed your cheek and brushed past you inside. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said. 

“And you shouldn’t be walking around.” He laid out everything on the kitchen table and glanced over his options. “I’m going to make you some tea. You like tea, right? I found this stuff that’s supposed to be good for congestion and stuff.” 

“I really don’t need you to do that.”

He put his hands on his hips and gave you a stern look. “Hey, I don’t want any stubbornness out of you, so just shush and go lay down.” 

You raised a brow at his tone. “The mom voice? Really?” 

“You’re right. Sorry,” he sighed and put his hands on your shoulders. “But seriously, I want you to rest and let me handle everything.” He kept one hand on your arm and moved the other to your forehead, then your cheek. His soft brown eyes looked into yours and even though your head was hazy from the fever, you still got butterflies in your stomach. “Just let me take care of you, okay?” 

You gave him a small smile and nodded. 

While Steve filled the kettle, you found a spot on the couch and burrowed into the cushions. Sweat dotted your forehead despite the chills running up and down your body.  

“Babe, do you want me to make you some soup?” 

You groaned in response. 

“I’m gonna make some soup.” 

You coughed, which then turned into another, and suddenly a whole coughing fit started before you could stop it. Steve was beside you in seconds, his hand rubbing soothing circles along your back until you could finally breathe again.  

“This… sucks…” you wheezed. He gave you a sympathetic smile and kissed your forehead. You pulled back. “You know, you’re probably going to get sick too.” 

Steve just shrugged. “I’ll take my chances.” 

The squealing sound of the kettle pierced the air and he gave you one more kiss atop your head before walking back to the kitchen and pouring you a cup of tea. You sat up to take the mug from him and brought the hot liquid to your lips. He was right. The tea obviously wasn’t a magic healing potion, but once you’d had a few sips, your coughing let up a little bit. 

Healing potion?

You were spending too much time with your brothers. 

The front door burst open and the two little devils themselves came crashing in, chasing each other and screaming and making your head feel like it was going to explode. 

Okay, headache too? What kind of sickness was this bullshit? 

“Hey, Ewoks,” Steve barked, his ‘mom voice’ returning. “Both of you, sit down.”

“Ewoks?” You whispered with a laugh. 

He paused, realizing what he said. He shook his head. “God, I’m spending too much time with Dustin.” 

Cameron and Marty looked dubiously at Steve but did as he said and sat in the chairs across from you. Steve leaned over the back of the couch, staring down your brothers with the expression you’d seen him use on Dustin on a few occasions. 

“Alright boys, this is a one-time offer. Break the terms and I will make your weekend a boring hell,” he said sternly. “Obviously, your sister isn’t feeling great, so you two need to be extra caring little brothers. I’m talking angelic, alright?” 

Marty stroked his chin thoughtfully, trying to look older than he was. “What’s in it for us, Harrington?” 

Steve crossed his arms. “In exchange for total obedience and minimal annoyance, I’m willing to grant both of you an extra hour of TV time every night all weekend long.” He held up a finger. “With complete control of the remote.” 

The twins looked at each other, then back at Steve. Cam sat back in his chair. 

“Make it two and you’ve got a deal.” 

Steve nodded and the twins exchanged a victorious high five. 

“Until then,” Steve started, keeping his stern tone, “you two will get your sister anything she needs. I’m talking tissues, snacks, blankets, and if she wants you to fan her, you fan her. She is the queen of the household. Do that, and you’ve got your TV time and a slightly extended curfew.” 

“Define slightly extended.” 

Steve narrowed his eyes. “Don’t push it.” 

The boys shuffled up the stairs and you just stared at Steve in amazement. 

“How did you do that?” 

“I told you. I’m a damn good babysitter.” He jumped over the back of the couch and plopped into the seat next to you, slinging an arm over your shoulders. “Plus bribery always works with these kids.” 

You shook your head and smiled, leaning into him. 

Steve had you eat some soup and, when it was time for the boys to take over the TV, he carried you up to your room.

“I can walk just fine,” you scoffed. 

“Will you just let me be romantic?” 

You ended up laying in bed with your head in his lap. He picked out your favorite record and a new issue of Teen Beat and played with your hair as he read silly articles the two of you made fun of. 

“Hey, Steve.”

“Hmmm?” He hummed. 

You looked up at him through your lashes. “I’m really glad you’re here.” 

He beamed and ran a finger along your cheek, to your shoulder, all the way down to your hand. He brought your palm to his lips.

“I’ll always be around when you need me.” 

And you knew he would. 

At the beginning of your relationship, you never understood why he hung out at your house so much or stayed out with Tommy and Carol even though they were terrible friends. But the more you came to know him, the more you understood his desire to stay away from home. 

Steve hated being alone in that big empty house. 

By taking care of you, he was helping to heal himself, in a way. Like being together was some kind of medicine for the both of you. 

“Alright,” Steve sighed, looking down at his watch, “I should probably start dinner so the gremlins don’t starve.” He started to move, but you groaned and wrapped your arms around his middle. 

“Just order a pizza,” you whined. 

He chuckled and pulled you fully into his lap. “You know, what are you brother’s going to say about me spending so much time in your room?”

You shrugged and cuddled closer to him. “I don’t think they’ll say anything.” 

“Why’s that?”

“Because,” you drew out the word teasingly, “if my parents found out, they wouldn’t let you come over anymore and the twins would hate that almost as much as I would. They kinda love you.” 

“Really?”

You nodded. 

“Huh,” he said. Changing his attention back to you, he cocked a brow and smirked. “And what about you? Do you kinda love me?” 

You tapped your chin in mocking thought and he pouted his lips. After a moment of dramatic pause, you attacked his sides with tickling fingers. 

“Hey, woah!” He exclaimed. His hands latched onto your wrists and you erupted in a fit of giggles. “I can see you’re feeling much better.” 

“Oh no, I’m still very sick, Dr. Harrington.” You threw a hand over your forehead and coughed. “I think I’m going to need much more attention.” 

“You think so, huh?” 

You grinned and kissed his nose. “Definitely.” 

“Well, you have my full and undivided attention, miss,” he said. He held up a finger. “After I get you and your brothers some food.” 

Now it was your turn to pout. 

Steve pried himself out of your arms and laid you down against your pillows. He tucked your body under your covers and pressed his lips to your temple. 

“I want you to sleep while we wait, okay? Then maybe we can put in a movie or something. If we’re lucky, you might feel well enough next week for us to have that big date day you had planned.”

You felt warmth spreading in your chest. He remembered. 

“Okay,” you agreed. He almost seemed surprised by your lack of resistance. 

“Alright, I’ll go wrangle the boys for dinner.” He turned off your light as he started to close the door. 

“Hey, Steve.” 

“Yes, Y/N?” 

“I love you.” 

He peeked his head back in your room, grinning from ear to ear. 

“More than kinda?” 

You laughed. “Yes, you idiot, more than kinda.” 

He started to leave again. “Okay, now get some sleep.” 

“Okay mom,” you jabbed playfully. He froze. 

Steve chuckled and shook his head. “God, if you weren’t sick…” You followed his train of thought and cursed this stupid cold.

As soon as you were better.  

Damn, as soon as you were better. 

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#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #joe keery #stranger things imagines #stranger things #joe keery imagine #steve the hair harrington

[rawritzrobin]

PDA

Characters: Derek Hale, Stilinski!Twin, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski

Pairings: Derek Hale x Stilinski!Twin Reader

Summary: You and Derek make your first appearance as a couple.

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Warnings: None! Just fluffy fluff.

A/N: Thank you so much for getting Secrets Out to 1k notes!! I still can’t believe it!!! :’) Here is the sequel I have been working on for a bit. Enjoy!!!!

“Are you sure you’re ready to go back to school?” Stiles asked. You could hear the worry in his voice. He leaned against your bedroom doorway and watched you finish up your morning routine.

“Yes! I feel like I’ve been on bed rest for years. I’m ready to leave the ‘safest place for you’.” You quoted the word safety because it was the word your dad kept using to describe your house. You winced as you tugged on your sweater. Your wounds were mostly all healed, but you were still a bit sore.

“Okay. But if you feel like you need to take a half day, just let me know and you can take the car home. I’ll ride with Scott.” Stiles grabbed your backpack and books before you could reach for them. “But take it easy.”

You rolled your eyes. Typical Stiles and his overprotectiveness.

“Now hurry up. He’s been waiting.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Is Scott taking us today?”

“No you nimrod. Your dog toy has been waiting downstairs in his car for 10 minutes now.” Stiles said, matter of fact. He took your stuff and headed down the stairs. You turned around to look out the window. To your surprise, you saw a familiar black car in your driveway. You smirked and headed down stairs as fast as you could.

Stiles was waiting by the door with your stuff. You could tell he was waiting to say something to you.

“Is this the part where you tell me to wear protection?” You asked, bending down to put on your shoes.

Stiles shivered in disgust. “Ew no. I was just going to say be careful okay?”

You looked up at him. He was watching you sadly. You knew these past couple of months had been hard on him. You could tell just by his facial expressions, that he felt like he was losing you to Derek.

You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. It took a second, but he hugged you back.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I wasn’t sure how you would react. You know, werewolf and all.”

You pulled away and looked up at him guilty. He scoffed.

“He already got the talk. Just wait till dad finds out.”

Your eyes widened at that thought. “Maybe in 30 years when dad can no longer shoot a gun.”

Stiles laughed and opened the door for you to reveal Derek leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. His mood lightened when he saw you were up and standing.

“Hey.” He said, acting as if he wasn’t in your room late last night. That part you still kept from Stiles.

“Hey yourself.” You said as you took a few steps forward to give him a hug. You pulled away slightly to press a soft kiss onto his lips.

“Hey, hey. What did I say about the PDA? Not in front of me please.” Stiles said, turning away and reaching his arms out to hand Derek your books and backpack.

“Sorry,'' You said with a laugh. Derek took your stuff and thanked Stiles. He had one arm around your waist, just in case. Stiles watched you two as Derek pulled out of the driveway. You gave him a quick wave before you lost sight of him.

“I can’t believe you’re taking this so well.” Scotts voice came from the yard.

“And I can’t believe you never told me.” He said, turning to give Scott an annoyed look.

Scott shrugged. “Not my place. Ready?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Stiles said, closing the door behind him and making his way to the Jeep.

***********

“How are you feeling?” Derek asked. His expression was relatively calm. He was getting better at hiding his worry.

“I’m okay. Did you tell Stiles you were going to pick me up?” You asked, curious.

He nodded. “Well, we kinda got outed. So I didn’t see any harm in taking my girlfriend to school on her first day back.” He took your hand in his right hand, one hand still on the wheel.

You blushed. It was weird now that everyone knew. Well, mostly everyone. Your dad was certainly never going to find out in this lifetime.

“Are you sure you’re ready to go back this early? You can always spend another week resting in bed.”

You rolled your eyes. Stiles and Derek were very similar. They just didn’t know it. “I’m fine Der. I just need to get out of that house. Interact with someone other than my dad, brother and you.”

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Not that I don’t want to hang out with you. It’s just, I miss everyone else. Danny, Allison, and dare I say it, I even miss some of Coach’s yelling.”

Derek chuckled and squeezed your hand. Before you knew it you were in the parking lot at school. You turned to open your door and was about to turn around to give Derek a goodbye kiss, but he was already outside, opening the door for you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, as he helped you out of the car. Derek merely smiled and pressed a kiss onto your head and pulled you closer to him.

“What? I’m walking my lovely girlfriend to school. Parking lots can be dangerous, you know.” He grabbed your stuff with one arm, and swung his other arm around your shoulder. You giggled and blushed as you watched all the eyes that were currently on you. Derek was well known among your classmates, especially the girls. But no one ever knew he was taken.

Until today.

You could see a few jealous looks come your way. Whispers surrounded you two. You internally groaned as you knew the pack would make a big deal out of this.

“I see you two have finally come out.” Lydia said and she stepped easily into motion with you two.

You blushed harder and buried your face in Derek’s shoulder. You didn’t realize how much this was going to affect your life. Not only at home, but at school too.

“See you inside.” She said with a smirk as she skipped through the front doors.

Derek stopped and handed you your stuff. “Text me if you aren’t feeling too good okay? I’ll be around. Don’t push yourself.” You nodded and looked up at him. He pressed a kiss to your head, but you tiptoed and pressed a very passionate, but still PG kiss onto his lips. He smiled brightly as you pulled away. You were aware there were many eyes on you two, but you didn’t care.

“Thanks Der. I’ll be okay.” He smiled, and stole one kiss before making his way back to his car. You walked up the stairs and turned around to wave, before making your way to your locker. You could hear the whispers around you as you were putting your books away.

“Talk of the town, huh Y/N.” Lydia said and she stepped next to you with Allison. You blushed and tried to hide inside your locker.

“Can we talk about anything else besides my little sister’s love life today?” Stiles said annoyingly trying to push his way past your friends to get to his locker.

Lydia merely rolled her eyes at him. Allison smiled at you, knowing how good it must have felt to finally be able to show the world that you were happy. You finished grabbing what you needed from your locker, and started to walk to class.

You felt a pair of arms around your shoulders as soon as you turned a corner.

“So does that mean he’s not your cousin?” Danny asked, confused.

You looked at Danny with wide eyes, then back at your brother. “Stiles!” You said, as Stiles turned around and spirited away.

A/N: Well, this was the last story I had planned for my “Firsts” series. Nothing currently cooking, so taking requests if you have any. (:

#Derek Hale x Reader #Derek Hale x Y/N #Teen Wolf #Derek Hale #Stilies #stiles stilinski #Teen Wolf x Reader #Derek Hale x You #Derek x Reader #Derek Hale Imagine #Derek Hale One Shot #Teen Wolf Fanfiction #Stilinski!twin #iwritethings #stiles stilinksi imagine

[one-more-fangirl]

Pretty Boy - Stiles Stilinski

(gif not mine! credits to owner)

stiles stilinski x male!reader

summary: reader decides that stiles is gonna have to realize that he’s in love with him

warning: swears, mentions of human sacrifice

masterlist

***

Stiles Stilinski was helplessly in love with Lydia Martin. Had been since the third grade, it was common knowledge around Beacon Hills High-School.

Wrong!

Stiles Stilinski had been helplessly in love with me his whole life, he just didn’t believe it until I proved it to him —because my boyfriend is stubborn like that and won’t believe anything without prove. Unless it’s his own gut, then no one can question it.

Name’s Y/n L/n, and this, is sort of a “Popular and Nerd” story about the hot, popular guy that could get anyone he wanted —a.k.a. me—, and the socially awkward, hyperactive nerd —a.k.a. Stiles.

I like to think of myself as a good guy. Kind of those popular guys that still have a heart and are nice, instead of having a superiority complex or a stick up my ass like Jackson Whittemore. And believe it or not, most people agree with me. Still, I know what kind of effect I can have in the girls around me, just like Jackson did too. Bit, I like to focus in the effect I can have in other boys.

And my stupid ass decided to set his eyes in the most confused bi boy of the whole school. Well, maybe not the most confused, but he was one of those boys that weren’t sure if they were bi. “Yeah right, and Beacon Hills is just a normal town in California”

Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?

[...]

I came out when I was around fourteen years old, and my parents and my siblings weren’t even surprised. It was good, I liked it that way; life carried on, no new information, nothing out of the ordinary.

Ever since I care to remember, I’d found the sheriff’s son cute. Even when we were in fucking kindergarten and our conscious of pretty was “pretty girl”. What came to my mind instead, was “pretty boy”, along with an image of Stiles —around that time known as Mischief— making a puzzle with Scott. You could say it had always been obvious for me that I had zero interest in girls, finding boys much more intriguing.

When we hit high school and I made it first line in the lacrosse team, my name was suddenly known. I was, along with Danny, the cute popular guy that no girl would ever get because he was gay. I took pride in that title. I took advantage of it, too. Danny, ever the great friend, pushed me to act upon my growing feelings on Stiles.

“I seriously don’t know what you see in him, you could do so much better” he told me “But you have to do something about it” we were not-so-discreetly staring at my crush from across the hall. He was currently making heart eyes at Lydia, that was making out with Jackson “Are you sure he’s bi?”

“Positive. I mean, how can you not see it?”

“The way I see it you have two options: you do something about it, or you move on. Has he ever shown interest in you?”

“Danny Phantom, Mieczyslaw Stilinski has been in love with me our whole lives, he just doesn’t know it. Which is why, I’m going to show him” I stated to my best friend, confident in myself.

“If you say so” he shrugged.

“Of course I say so” I nodded, starting to lead the way to our chemistry class, passing by Stiles and Scott “Hey Pretty Boy” I winked at the former, smirking to myself when he choked on air and looked at me with wide eyes.

That was the middle of freshman year. Just like that, I started to flirt shamelessly with Stilinski. I did not give a fuck about who saw or heard, or when and where I did it, I just acted upon my feelings. However, at the same time, I wouldn’t close my doors. He didn’t show any other reaction than a faint blush —which really was enough to make my heart flutter and my hopes to get higher— and the same old “choking on air” action, but he got that one from everyone that dared make a comment that could be interpreted as flirting, even if it wasn’t. I wasn’t gonna pause my life for the boy, so I had my fun with other boys too.

Was that more confusing for Stiles? If we take into account that I flirted with him and then chatted up other guys in front of him, yeah, probably. Was it cruel? Maybe a little. But like I said, I wasn’t gonna pause my life for a boy that hardly gave me the time of the day, and other than lacrosse and school, we didn’t really talk to each other much. And yet, I was completely infatuated by him.

But, as soon as Scott McCall was turned into a werewolf, the Argents returned to Beacon Hills and the supernatural part of town suddenly awakened, my favorite boy was thrown into my world. Now, us elementals tend to be more discrete about our nature and all that jazz, and I really tried to stay away from the forming pack, but when sacrifices start to be made around my town, and my house gets assaulted by angry alphas for no reason, well that’s when I draw the line.

[...]

“Hale!” I yelled as I burst into his loft, getting the alpha’s attention “You said you had it under control. An alpha pack trying to get you to kill your pack isn’t having it under control”

“L/n, listen. Your mother told you to stay away, so just do that, alright?”

“My siblings and I just got attacked by that alpha pack! They came into my house and nearly choked my little sister to death!” I shouted, getting everyone to stay quiet “Last year, one of my friend’s was turned into a kanima because you bit him, then he died and then he came back to life again, after killing a bunch of people while being controlled by a psycho teenager first and a psycho elder next! And I did nothing!” I exclaimed “And let’s not forget how your uncle went ballistic too and turned crooked jaw over there, leading the Argents back in town to relight all our problems” I gestured to where Scott and Peter stood, next to Stiles, Isaac and Cora “Guess what? I stayed out of it then too. Beacon Hills is getting more and more dangerous, my best friend has a thing with one of those alphas, and while I usually do as my mother says in this type of situations, I’m tired of doing nothing”

Yeah, we elementals tend to keep our distances, but I’m the only fire elemental in my family since my great-grandfather, and fire lights up quickly. There’s many exercises to keep our temper at bay, which usually work on me, but I had reached the end of the rope and the dynamite had just exploded.

“What’s happening?” Scott asked.

“Not right now, Scott. Explanations come later, give me time to cool out” my eyes flashed orange.

The temperature —that had gone up during my angry rant— started to go down again, and after a couple of deep breaths, I didn’t feel as if my hair was going to burst into flames —which, yes, had happened before.

“You” I pointed at Derek “Are going to tell me what is going on”

“No, this is my problem” he dismissed.

“Bullshit. Elementals have been protecting our homes since homes exist, and Beacon has been protected by elementals since we exist. For whatever reason, my mother decided I should stay away, but my home was broken into. So tell me what the hell is going on or I’ll boil you alive. In your own blood”

The space was silent.

“Just tell him, Derek. Maybe he’ll be of more help than the others” Cora finally spoke up, quitting her glare and giving me a sided smile “Hey N/n. Long time no see”

“And whose fault is that? You bitch, you’ve been here for a month and a half already and you haven’t come visit” I answered, opening my arms for her to get into.

“You still stink to burnt shit” she scrunched her nose after she pulled out of our embrace.

“This burnt shit can also still burn your hair. Wanna try that look again? You looked hot in it” I smirked; she punched me “Hey, put those claws back in!” I nudged her, putting extra heat on my fingers and smirking when she hissed.

“Fucker!” I snickered as she glared at me while rubbing her arm.

“Okay! Hold up!” Stiles interrupted “How do you know about all of this?” he pointed accusingly at me.

“Pretty Boy, I sort of have to know the world I live in” I leaned forwards, showing my canines when he blushed and swallowed. I pulled my hand out, making a small flame appear on it “Let’s get this over with. Hi, my name’s Y/n L/n, but you already knew that. I’m an elemental, a fire elemental. Essentially, I control fire and heat and its variations —pretty similar to the Avatar series from Nickelodeon, really— and that’s like, all you need to know” I explained quickly “Now, about all these sacrifices and alpha pack shit... you guys have any clues on that darach? By the way, Stilinski, my offer to take your virginity still stands, even if virgin sacrifices are out of the table” I winked, enjoying how his temperature rose.

And that’s how I came out of the supernatural closet.

[...]

To this day I still don’t know how I ended up at Stiles’ jeep that one day after trying to find out more about the dark druid. However, I will forever be grateful.

“Can I ask you something?” I looked up from the window at the boy’s voice, humming for him to continue “When you- when you f-flirt with me... why do you do it?”

I arched a brow at the question. Hadn’t I made it obvious enough? I thought I had even spelled it out for him once or twice.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ve seen you flirt with other boys seconds after you do it with me, but I’m the only one you seem to repeatedly flirt with. Other than Danny, but you’re best friends and he’s seeing Ethan so...”

“Have you been observing me, Pretty Boy?” I smirked.

“W-What?! N-No!” he got all flustered “Wait! See? This is exactly what I’m talking about! Next cute boy you see you’ll chat up too, so what exactly are you doing?”

“It’s okay if you have been, I take it as a complement because it’s you” I quickly dismissed, the arrogant smile that had formed in my face shining bright under the light of the post light next to the car “It’s okay if you are jealous too”

"Wha- I didn- I’m not-”

“Ah pah pah pah” I shushed his stutters “To answer your question, Stilinski —although I really thought I had made it clear—, I like you. Quite a lot, actually. Problem is, you still believe you’re madly in love with Lydia, and I’m not gonna waste my live until you realize you’re in love with me instead” I shrugged “So yeah, I flirt with other guys, and that might mislead you, but trust me, I like you very, very much”

“What do you mean “believe”? I like Lydia!”

“Oh, so is “like” now” I mused “It was definitely “love” last year. Anyways, answer me this question: are you straight?”

He stayed quiet, looking at me with wide eyes and his mouth wide open. I could basically see the gears in his mind running, collapsing and turning into flames, not to mention I could feel how much his temperature had gone up.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” he ended up sputtering, defensively. I shrugged again, and he looked down and quietly answered “No. But you can’t tell anyone, because I haven’t even told Scott or my dad yet”

“Darling, Scott and your dad already know you’re not straight. The whole pack knows, you’re not as slick as you like to think” I chuckled “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know?”

“I know. It’s just... we have bigger problems than that, and suddenly outing myself in the middle of this feels selfish. But then, when the supernatural problem finishes, it never seems like the right time to tell anyone, and it’s all just so fucking frustrating!” he ranted, making wild gestures.

“You should just throw it out there. Like, in the middle of a serious conversation, or a battle or whatever. Go like “I’m bi!”. I’m sure they’ll congratulate you”

“Is that how you did it?” he asked with the ghost of a smile from my joke.

“Kind of. I mean, I always knew I liked boys, never once had a thought of a pretty girl and me dating passed through my head. So one day, we were having dinner and I just blurted “I’m gay”, in the middle of a conversation. Kaya, my older sister, I’m pretty sure you’ve seen her around, just patted me in the shoulder and said “Babyboy, we know”, then mom laughed and dad commented that it had taken me time to say it out loud. Lainey and Walt, the twins, just shrugged and dinner continued”

“Huh. That’s nice”

“Yeah, it was a chill coming out. But I don’t think the whole “coming out ceremony” is really necessary. Like, it’s perfectly normal to like whoever the fuck you like. So if you want, just present me as your boyfriend” I winked, but he rolled his eyes at me with a groan.

“And you’re back. Y/n, I don’t like you” he whined as rubbed his face.

“Oh really?” I taunted, shifting on my spot. I turned to him and leaned in, the closest to his face than I had ever been. I saw him gulp, I smirked “I could kiss you right now to prove my point, and believe me, you’d kiss back” I whispered over his lips, looking directly into his eyes “But I won’t. For two reasons. First and foremost, I believe in consent, it’s a very important part of any type of relationship. Besides, I don’t want our first kiss to be because of something as silly and petty as proving a point, I want it to mean something” I backed up again.

“Let’s get you home” Stiles mumbled after a few moments of silence, in which I admired his features and he shifted around in his seat, looking everywhere except for me.

The drive to my house was silent, with Stiles tense and the sound of his fingers constantly tapping the stirring wheel being the only thing that was heard. He parked in front of my driveway, and let out a sigh.

“Well, it was nice while it lasted” I got out, taking my bag from the backseat “Goodnight, Pretty Boy” I winked and waved.

“G’night, N/n”

[...]

Guess what? My fucking English teacher —that was also dating Derek, by the way— was the bad guy all along! Yeah, so that took a turn. Oh, and she tried to murder my two best friends, poisoning one of them and trying to strangle the other one, and she took my crush’s dad.

“I knew there was something wrong the second she messaged all of us on the first day” I commented while I walked with Stiles and Lydia “After she read it she just looked at me and scrunched her nose. Who fucking does that? Nobody, that’s who. She knew I was something”

“You’re not that special, Y/n”

“Of course I am, Lyds. Just like you, our very own banshee. Redhead banshee, at that” I threw my arm around her “We’re so lucky. Pretty Boy, tell Lydia that I’m very special and that so is she”

“No...”

“Okay, look, I get that you generally don’t agree with m-” I stopped talking when I finally laid my eyes on him. He was looking at his phone, his face pale “What’s wrong?”

“Allison just texted me. Jennifer’s got her dad. Oh my God” he took in a shaky breath, stumbling backwards “Now she’s got all three- my dad-”

He ran. He left towards the bathrooms, and Lydia and I hurried behind him, catching him just as he tumbled to the floor. He was having a panic attack.

“Stiles” I crouched in front of him, speaking low and gentle “I know you think you can’t process anything right now, but you can. I’m gonna need you to answer some questions, alright? Stiles, alright?” I pressed, slowly reaching for his forearm. He nodded rapidly “Good. Can you name three animals?”

“U-Uh, a dog, a-a hor-se and a t-turt-le”

“Thank you, now name three numbers. Your favorite three”

“F-five, eight a-and two-o”

“You’re doing amazing. Name three of your favorite things” I placed my other hand on his neck, making him look at me.

“My jeep, Scot-t’s bat an-nd your eyes” he exhaled. I would’ve loved to smirk and make a flirty comment, but he was almost done.

“One last time, alright? This one’s easy. Name your three favorite colors”

“Blue, red and orange” he threw his head back and closed his eyes, taking a few breaths.

“How are you feeling?”

“Y/n, how did you know what to do?” Lydia came from behind.

“Well princess, I know you usually have no faith in me, but I know stuff” I tried to joke, but was met with her unfazed expression. I sighed “Kaya has had a few before, and I had to learn the hard way. Walt is starting to have anxiety attacks too” I admitted.

“Thank you, N/n” Stiles’ voice croaked “I’m sorry I just- I don’t want dad to die”

“Don’t apologize. You’re worried about him, that’s normal! You think you can take the rest of the day or should I drive you home?”

“Maybe it’s better if you take him home. I’ll let the teachers know” I nodded to Lydia’s words and helped the boy stand up “I’m gonna call Allison and Scott, see if they’ve found out how to stop this”

“‘Kay, good luck!” I called as we went our separate ways “Pretty Boy, I’m gonna need the keys to your precious jeep” he begrudgingly tossed them at me “Speaking of pretty... a birdie told me my eyes are one of your favorite things” I smirked, hearing him groan “That’s just prove that you do like me”

“I’ll throw myself off this moving car!” he threatened, making me laugh.

[...]

We did find a solution. Well, more like a plan to create another plan to solve our problems. Of course, that is, if it worked.

The plan —that Isaac and I expressed various times to be stupidly and overly dangerous— consisted in having Scott, Allison and Stiles take something significant of their parents to have with them... while they were being drowned.

So there we stood, in front of three tubs filled with ice and water. I was sat in a chair in the background, watching as they explained why the objects were important. I wasn’t really needed; the guys were supposed to be drowned by someone with a deep connection to them, and Lydia was staying outside with me.

“Y/n” I looked up from the flame dancing between my fingers to Deaton.

“Need more ice, Doc? Because I’m not sure if I’m the ideal one to get that. Fire, heat and all, y’know?”

“No, actually, I need you to keep Stiles underwater” at that, my eyes twinkled and I opened my mouth in a smile, directing my gaze at the boy in question.

He had turned deep red and his eyes were wide once again. But instead of arguing or trying to form words like he usually did, he looked down and fiddled with his fingers.

“Do you, now? That’s interesting, don’t you think so, Pretty Boy?” I stood up, enjoying my moment and how everyone seemed to find the situation amusing.

Stiles remained silent, shifting awkwardly in his spot.

When the time actually came —after an awkward tense moment where Isaac was chosen to drown Allison— I put my hands firmly on my crush’s shoulders. He looked up at me nervously, and I gave them a squeeze.

“Don’t worry, darling, I won’t actually drown you. Pinky swear”

“You better not, because if you do, I’ll haunt your ass” I laughed lightheartedly.

“Even after death you want to spend time with me? That’s cute” he glared at me “You know, I’m not really having to prove you anything. A shame, really, I had so many things and reasons to show you that you’re in love with me. But life is just proving you that without me having to put any effort in it”

“Shut up, Y/n” he greeted his teeth “By the way, Scotty, if I die in this, just know that your dad’s in town and I’m bi” he announced; my jaw fell “Okay, put me underwater L/n”

So I did.

[...]

Jennifer died, the parents were saved —I had to do with that part and I’m honestly so proud of myself because I didn’t burn their “hiding spot” to ashes— and Scott was a True Alpha. Everything seemed as fine as it could get. I mean, sure, the twins almost died, but so did we, and sure this was Beacon Hills and things didn’t stay fine for a long time, but hey. Our problems were done for now and I was very glad about it.

“Hey” I turned around to see a guy next to my locker, a flirty look in his eyes.

“Hi. Can I help you?”

“Yes, actually. I’m kinda new here and I was wondering if you could help me get around and then show me a good club this afternoon?” he went straight to the point. I liked that. So I opened my mouth to take up on his offer, but I didn’t have time to.

“I mean, he could show you around the school, but I doubt his interested in going to a club with you” a figure appeared next to me. Stiles.

The guy looked him up and down as I bit the inside of my cheek.

“How would you know that?”

“Because I’m his boyfriend” he stated confidently taking my hand; I raised my eyebrows.

The guy in front of us shut his mouth and muttered an apology, hurrying away.

“My boyfriend?” I arched a brow in amusement “Wow Pretty Boy, that is quite the statement”

“You did say I could just present you as that” he mumbled, all the confidence wearing down as he looked at our hands and played with my fingers “That dude wasn’t new anyways. He’s been here since the beginning of the year” he huffed “You were gonna take up his offer, weren’t you?”

“I was” I said honestly “But you know what? I’d rather spend time with my boyfriend”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said that” Stiles muttered as I started dragging him through the halls.

“Oh, I loved you saying that. It was the last prove you need to believe you’re completely in love with me, Stilinski” I looked back at him, leaning over and kissing his cheek “Scott! Scott, guess what? Stiles said I’m his boyfriend!” I grinned at the alpha.

“Really?” he smirked at his best friend “He said I was the hot girl!”

“You’re trying to hit on other guys, babe? We’ve been dating for like two minutes!” I glared playfully.

“Oh my God” he groaned; I snickered.

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[yourforgottenbookshelf]

Being Stiles Stilinski’s Twin Sister Would Include...

Stiles being born twelve minutes prior to you 

which meant constantly making fun of you for being ‘the little Stilinski’

which resulted to you smacking him so he’d shut up 

He always did

Being the exact opposite of him

Getting along excellently, regardless of your dissimilar personalities

Being the only one able to pronounce his name without slipping up

Being each other’s best friend

Always having each other’s back

Fighting over who’d shower first

Fighting over what you’d have for dinner

Fighting over what you’d watch on TV

Fighting over who’d drive

Fighting over who’d get to date Derek

Stealing his clothes

Twin telepathy

Knowing when either of you was in trouble 

Pulling pranks on Coach together

And getting lectured by Sheriff Stilinski about it

Even though he knew it was realistically pointless

Not arguing often, but when you did, nobody dared to step in-between you two 

They knew better

Having had to learn it the hard way

Being a member of Scott’s pack

Asking your help with the investigation

Isaac trying to flirt with you during pack meetings

Stiles telling him off because he knew you weren’t into him

Istantly noticing when he started showing symptoms of Frontotemporal Dementia 

Crying your eyes out when the tests came back positive

Him coming to you for comfort after a nightmare

Calming him down after a panic attack

The Nogitsune kidnapping you to manipulate the pack

You being the one who remembered him first and was able to bring him back 

Leaving Beacon Hills with him

Forever watching out for each other 

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[mischiefsmind]

MASTERLIST

Criminal minds Master list 

Supernatural Master list 

Teen wolf Master list

Marvel Master list

Stray kids Master List 

Ateez Master List

Kinktober 2022

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