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When Austin and Ccg soft launch their relationship - Social media version
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enews Curious to know more about the woman who has captured the heart of up and coming movie star actor Austin Butler? Click the link in our bio where we share all the details - from where she grew up to how they met.
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sherry12 i would not wanna be her, all the austin and vanessa fans are gonna come for her 😭
vaustin4eva yeah bc Austin and Vanessa are gonna get back together
presleyfamfan she’s cute but V was prettier …
butlerbot Can the man just stay single for a bit 😭 I wanna believe I have a chance! 
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austinbupdates via @jillian.mua ‘s instagram story. austin’s rumored girlfriend wearing his sweatshirt.
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austinfandom she probably went and got one just like it because she knew we would recognize it. her and her friend jillian seem to use austin for attention
styleselvis good point! i didn’t even think about that! how sad now that he’s getting attention everyone is gonna try and use him
dunda12 i don’t think she would buy another sweatshirt but i hope austin opens his eyes and sees these people are not his friends.
austin23 guys i wear my friends sweatshirts all the time 🙄
jillian.mua All of you being mean are miserable people. Find something better to do like learning how to be kind.
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austinbupdates With Austin at his interview yesterday. After weeks of speculation it’s safe to say, her and Austin are dating.
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sharonbleu Austin pushed a pap and told him to not film his “girlfriend.” Video on TMZ just dropped.
austin23 she’s already changing him he never acted like that when he was with V
butlerbot She is actually very kind. A friend who was there said she encouraged Austin to stay out there meeting fans and that the pap was way out of line.
danimarie can confirm. Austin couldn’t take his eyes off her and asking if she was okay and she was telling him to focus on the fans 😂
austinfan6 she probably wanted the fans to take pictures of her thats why
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dailymail Austin Butler’s new girlfriend has been the trending topic on social media. Half hate her and the other half love her. Another pro for Mr. Butler? She looks stunning even with no make up on.
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sharonbleu This caption is simply disgusting but what else could we expect from dailymail?
austin23 so now she’s getting papped alone?
austinfan6 she’s looking right into the camera ..
presleyluv She is beautiful but maybe we should all respect her privacy a bit more? We all seen how protective Austin is of her and she’s not a celebrity, he is.
jillian.mua Preach 🙏🏻 This photographer followed her around for thirty minutes and then she had to hide out in my house for two hours before they stopped roaming. Pathetic.
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butlerrraus I MET THE QUEEN IN LONDON!!!! Jk but on a serious note cannot emphasize how extremely kind she is! Austin was in the hotel room resting and when we seen her come out we started chatting with her, she is so hilarious and promised she would tell Austin we said hi and that we love him and hours later he came out to meet us and thanked us for being kind to her 🥺
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danimarie Well that confirms that he sees the hate everyone leaves his girlfriend. How sad.
butlerbot 😭😭 she’s really starting to grow on me all you hear is good things about her and even the whole cast of elvis loves her
presleyluv She’s so naturally beautiful and has a personality to match
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austinfeyud I got to meet Austin and when I brought up his girlfriend this was his face. That smile isn’t fake ya’ll. His whole demeanor lit up. Was walking out and ran into guess who? She was trying her hardest to not be seen, hiding under one of his hoodies and a hat. So so kind and loving. I take back everything I said about her and from now on this page is only a supporter of them. We should all respect them and I apologize for my previous behavior.
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austinfandom everything I hear about her is only good things and Austin seems so happy when she’s around. I might be changing my mind too …
austinfeyud that’s the right choice. she’s amazing. it’s easy to see why he fell in love with her.
ccgupdates Everyone follow my page !!!!
austinfandom you got my follow!
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austinbupdates via @austinbutler ‘s story today.
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sharonbleu she is so adorable !! 🥺
presleyluv He is really in love huh?
danimarie Imagine him looking through his emoji’s trynna decide which one to pick 😭 imagine all the pictures he must have of her !!
butlerrr THEM FOREVER ❤️
butlerelvis Austin she’s my girlfriend now, sorry not sorry, she is beautiful
austin3 can’t believe any of us ever doubted them, they are a beautiful couple and continue to grow on me daily 😫🙏🏻
livvy I SHIP IT SO HARD!!! 
For the magnificent @blainesebastian based on her series Coffee Girl universe because she deserves the world and has been feeling frantic so hopefully this eases the tiniest bit of her nerves so she can get lost in my comfort universe created by her. This was supposed to follow a path like her first being revealed as Austin’s girlfriend. The fans are cruel at first but once they get to know Ccg they come around because she is simply the best person! And I actually imagine for it to have gone like, slowly as more fans meet her, they see she’s just like them in supporting and loving Austin. Plus, how could you not love her once you see how much Austin loves her? This is based on Mccall’s Coffee Girl Universe, if you haven’t read it, go check it out! Mccall I love you, we’ve been on a journey with this universe and I love it more each new installment. Our babies forsure. I am no professional at this and do it for fun so please be kind regarding my skills. And as another little gift Mccall down below is another photo, the texts between Austin and Ccg when he realized that she was papped/followed while he was filming Masters of Air -
Enjoy!!
#go read mccall’s work everyone#austin butler x reader#austin butler instagram au#austin butler instagram edit#austin butler edit#made by me*#gift for mccall
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Sterek fic recs: Time Travel AU Edition
As I promised @oldefashioned here is the start of my unending sterek fic reccing. I’ll go by category because this post will never end otherwise.
1. song of the phoenix by graveltotempo
In a last ditch effort to save Beacon Hills after everyone else has died, Stiles channels all of his energy and magic into cleansing the Nemeton and the magical core of the town.
But he is more powerful than he knows, more connected to the Nemeton than anyone can guess, and a group of kids, teenagers and adults wakes up in the middle of the night ten years earlier with a second chance they didn't know they needed and a bond they don't understand.
Stiles though? Stiles wakes up with a little more.
Notes: It's just. So good. It's kinda hard to explain but basically no one knows what's going on but at the same time it works. Kinda. They're working on it. Stiles is awesome in this, I especially love his relationship with the Hales, because of course I do. It's ongoing.
2. Twice And For All by novasillies
“Derek,” he said despite himself. The werewolf’s eyes sharpened. Scott gave him a distressed look.
“Do I know you?” He asked tensely, and Stiles grinned in return.
“Oh, no,” he answered, “Not yet.”
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In which a well-timed conflict between the magic of the Ghost Riders and Stiles' spark sends him back to the day Scott got bitten. Stiles pointedly changes nothing and so God complexes, needlessly complex romantic drama, and pure, unbridled silliness ensue.
(Updates every Thursday wink wonk)
Notes: This is to date one of my favorite time travel fics of all time, across multiple fandoms. Stiles in this one is just *chef's kiss*. Completely unhinged, I love him. Also, the sterek? Easily one of the best dynamics I've read. It's ongoing, only four chapters left!
3. Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill
Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?
Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That's easy as pie, right? Right?
Notes: I liked this one because it's not the typical Stiles travels back in time after everyone else in the pack dies. It's got a different premise, still somewhat canon compliant (maybe??? canon enough), and it's amazingly done. It's complete.
4. Daybreak by TheObsidianQuill
"There . . ." Stiles swallowed and looked down at the bottle in his grasp as he slowly swirled the amber liquid inside. "There's really nothing left. For me. Everyone is . . . gone, and it feels like I haven't thought of tomorrow in years." His words rang in the air like a gunshot, he took another heavy drink. "I would trade every last breath I take to just have another shot—not even a guarantee, just a chance to make things right and bring back even one of them."
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The pack was gone. He had nothing left. He had no one. With nothing to lose, Stiles puts everything on the line to go back in time to try to prevent the future from becoming his past. Broken, guarded, and haunted by his past, only one overgrown-pup of a wolf seems able to get past his defenses. Changing the future? Easy. Finding a place for himself in the Hale Pack? Impossible.
Notes: So good! Stiles is a traumatized bean and the Hales are just everything! It's complete.
5. The A Spark of Hope and the Butterfly Effect series by Phlinting
It's been eleven years since Scott was bitten by a feral werewolf and, despite his pack's many victories along the way, Gerard Argent's influence lives on. As the knowledge of the supernatural spread to the general population so did the hatred and fear of the unknown. The McCall pack has been picked off one by one and Stiles, Sheriff Stilinski, and Peter Hale are the only three left, on the run and barely surviving.
But Stiles has found a spell. He has the magic, the spark, and his belief. He has his dad and Peter to help power it and he has the will and desperation to succeed.
He's going back to the Hale fire and this time he's going to stop it ALL before it starts.
It's the perfect solution. Too bad things never go quite according to plan...
Notes: The Sheriff and Peter are *chef's kiss* here! I really don't know how to explain all that happens here but it gets a little out of control in the best way. It's complete.
6. The The Long Way Round series by exclamation
A magical accident sends Stiles back in time. Now he's stuck in New York, living with Derek and Laura, and the only way to get back to his own time is to learn to use magic. Meanwhile, he must figure out how much he can tell them about their future. Can he warn them about the dangers they face? Can he change his own past?
And can he trust the creature known as Bookworm, who seems to know him better than he knows himself?
Notes: This series had me in a chokehold, I cried so much but it was absolutely worth it! Stiles doesn't plan to travel back in time on this one, this just... happen, and it all spirals a bit out of control. But don't worry! You may have no idea of what's going to happen, but the author certainly did and they did an amazing work. It's complete.
7. It’s Happening by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek stopped listening to him, brain going a mile a minute.
Derek, it’s fucking happening!
Derek, please!
He would recognize that fucking voice anywhere.
Two years. Two fucking years had passed, and now this little shit was standing in front of him, speaking his name, and grinning like an idiot.
“It’s you,” Derek said, earning him a confused look from Stiles.
“The phone call. Two years ago. It was you.”
(SNYE - January 2nd - Time Travel)
Notes: This is not canon compliant. It's a whole other universe, actually, and it's so good. Good ol' Derek is losing his mind over here, but it's alright! Things work out just fine. It's complete.
These ones are not time travel, but dimensional travel. It’s similar enough so here you go.
8. The play it again series by metisket
In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.
“Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”
Notes: I honestly don't know how to show the whole of my appreciation for this series. I think I've read this about five times since I found it last year. Stiles lands himself in a whole other dimension, where the Hale House fire never happened and Scott is human. It goes about as well as you can expect. It's technically not complete, but the main piece is.
9. The Home Across The Universe series by TricksterShi
You can lose your home and spend your whole life looking for it, sometimes you may even find bits of it again. But sometimes home goes out searching and finds you first.
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The day he loses his father and his pack, Stiles is transported to a parallel world where his counterpart is nine years old and seemingly small changes have had a huge impact on the course of events in Beacon Hills. At first sticking to the shadows as a vigilante to protect his otherworld father and younger self, Stiles is soon drawn out into the light and onto a path that forces him to confront the traumas of his past so that he can make a place for himself in this new world.
Notes: Just. This absolute beast of a universe is seriously so well done, and so good. Imagine play it again, but much more depressing and waaaay longer. The angst is on point! The Stilinskis are the best in this one. And Derek and Laura have my heart, love my pookies. Stiles is not having the best times, but he'll be looked after, don't worry! Also technically not complete, but all the pieces in the series are done.
10. The Ley Lines series by forestofbabel
Stiles is back in town after many years, angry and bitter and disconnected from anything you might call pack. It might as well be a tradition at this point that he gets drunk and wakes up in the woods. Only, this time, something is different.
The ghosts that have weighed in his heart are alive and well, and Stiles gets to witness a life that could have been his. There is one thing he knows, though. No matter how much he may want to stay, he has to go home.
If the ley lines you should follow,
and your dwelling at the end,
and find your presence has been hollowed,
your hereafter is to amend."
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Stiles is faced in this new world with someone he had been avoiding for a long time. Himself.
The Double Walker cannot survive where the Double Walker dwells
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Derek had an itch under his skin. There was something missing. He knew exactly what it was. Who it was. His regrets paraded themselves in a steady stream, and he had to watch as Stiles left time and time again, knowing it would be the only way to let the ley lines heal. That didn't make it hurt any less. Still, some part of Derek hoped.
Notes: I honestly just read the first part, but I thought I'd add the whole series so people know what they're getting into. The first part can be read as a stand alone, so if anyone wants to stop after that they absolutely can. The fic itself is a bit sad, but it has a happy ending! Stiles travels to another dimension, and shenanigans follow. The series is complete.
#hope you like this!#fic recs#sterek#stiles stilinski#derek hale#eternal sterek#one day I'll come here and post my own time travel sterek fic#today is not that day#time travel au#teen wolf#sterek fanfic#ao3
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Giving in to you
W stiles stilinski
𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 (𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫)
Series- tw (teen wolf)
Paring- stiles and McCall fem reader
Warnings- kissing, t-shirt removing, swearing, um cliff jumping??
Summary- you can’t tell stiles how you feel. He’s your best friends brother, surely he wouldn’t even look at you twice. But on the anual camping trip you realised that he’s struggling to not give in to you just as much as you are him.
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The anual camping trip. It was that time once again where me, my family and a few family friends all packed up the cars to the brim just to camp out in a cold, boring woods. Needless to add the fact there was no wifi or electricity, even working toilets didn’t accompany us on the trip. I knew it was going to be a weekend of my mum trying and failing to catch fish, stiles and Scott ditching me, made up camp fire stories and uncomfortable sleeping.
Still, i couldn’t get out of it. So here I stood with my hands on my hips biting my lip trying to figure out if my orange, wonky tent was supposed to be wonky or if it would fall down and suffocate me in my sleep. I guess that would be a way out of the trip. 
“Y/n- that doesn’t look right” my brother observed as he walked over holding his backpack with one strap on his shoulder. “Yeah.. I was just thinking that” “you didn’t pull the strings tight enough” stiles chuckled joining us, he began pulling the strings out the ground. “Pass me the hammer” he pointed to my hand with a smile. He was so cute.
Shut up y/n, that’s your brothers best friend don’t be selfish he wou- “hellloo? Earth to y/n” stiles called out pulling me from my day dream. “Shit- here” I passed him the hammer and using his strong muscular arms pushed it into the ground making my tent look somewhat normal. “Thanks” I smiled when he stood back up. “Well i don’t want it falling on us when we’re asleep” he laughed giving me the hammer back. When his hand touched mine I felt electric sparks fly off.
“Us?” “Yeah, my tent was wrecked so Scott said i could just crash with you guys” stiles explained looking down at it. “Not a- problem Right?” “N- no no not at all” I practically shouted feeling nervous, stiles looked at me with one eye closed. It felt like it was just us here, even though everyone was clanging around us. “A-are we okay? I dunno it’s just felt like you’ve been a bit off with me recently” stiles asked turning to look at me once more.
Yeah because I realised I liked you more than I’m supposed to, more than I’m allowed to. “Yeah we’re fine of course we’re fine” “good- good, your the last person I wanna fall out with you y/n” stiles told me lowering his voice as if we were talking about some secret drug deal that was about to go on. You’d think Scott would be the last person he wanted to fall out with, right?
I couldn’t tell if he was flirting EVER. He was quite hard to read. It was stuff like this that he said to me that made me fall for him. I wonder what he was thinking. “No we’re- fine, Im just- I don’t really like these trips so I’m a bit off I guess” “why don’t you like them?” He wondered with a little laugh. “Because- I’m in the middle of the wood with no phone and I stick to my mums side like we’re magnets because there’s nothing else to do”
“What? There’s loads to do why don’t you ever come with me and Scott to explore and mess about?” Stiles jerked his head back in shock, my lips pressed together looking at stiles. “I didn’t get an invite” “yes you did, I always tell Scott to ask if you want to join us- always”. I took a second to swallow that information. Fucking Scott. I didn’t want to bate out my brother but that had really pissed me off. “Maybe I wanted an invite from you” I shrugged softly smirking still holding eye contact with the boy.
“Did you now?”. I hummed in response keeping my thoughts a mystery, stiles let out a breathy laugh breaking our eye contact for a second. His cheeks turned slightly pink almost as if he was nervous. “Well you’ve got an invite, trust me i wouldn’t turn down spending any time with you”. I watched his eyes carefully, so when I saw them flick to my lips I knew for a fact he was thinking what I was thinking. We gave each other a look both knowing exactly what we were both imagining right now.
“Stiles! Come help me with the air bed” Scott shouted over from the famous jeep breaking the tension between us. Stiles looked across at Scott and then back to me “you coming?” “No I’ll leave that to you men” my hands shot up in defence and a laugh tumbled out of my pink lips. “The quicker it’s done the quicker we can get away from camp” he wiggled his eye brows at me before his arms stretched out and pressed down on my shoulders.
Stiles turned me around and walked me over to Scott as I giggled and tried to escape his grasp. Us three on our own carried the bed into the tent and managed to blow it up to an adequate level of comfortableness. After that was done we filled the tent with everything it needed, that being the flasks, the cool box, blankets and pillows and our bags with some change of clothes and activities to keep us occupied. It was much more fun doing it with stiles and Scott instead of just my brother this time.
“It looks perfect, shall we set off?” Stiles looked to Scott who had gotten comfy in one of the chairs. He had a flask of tea and a pink flowery blanket sprawled across his lap. But that didn’t matter, he was the alpha he could do as he wished with no questions asked. “Yeah sure, let’s go that way” he pointed behind our tent “mum, we’re going off to have a look about” Scott called out grabbing his mum’s attention, she stopped her conversation with Noah to wave at scott.
“Alright hun, will you bring some sticks back with you for another fire” she pointed to the pan sitting on the chard sticks. “Yeah will do, here y/n you can finish my tea” Scott said clearing making the assumption that I wasn’t coming with them. “She’s coming, just leave your tea there it will still be hot” stiles explained pointing at the ground. Scott’s eyes flicked towards me. “Come on” I told him with a sarcastic smile knowing he didn’t want me there. “Fine” he muttered putting his drink down in the grass and bouncing up, heading into the woods.
Stiles turned his head to give me a soft smile and nodded me along. He waited until I got to his side and then we followed scott into the woods. “I shouldn’t have worn shorts and a crop to these mozzys are killing me” i snarled slapping my leg trying to kill the blood sucker. “Gonna have to disagree, I like your outfit” stiles shrugged lightly looking down at me “this is just stuff I usually wear nothing special” I giggled shaking my head.
“I know, I remember when you wore that top to school because the boys wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it all day long” stiles rolled his eyes. What was going on. “I-m sure they were just- messing around” “i don’t care either way they shouldn’t have been saying it they shouldn’t have even been looking” stiles told me in a much more serious tone making my heart pound against my chest. “Stiles it’s really not that deep” I shook my head making my hair fall into my face. “It is to me” I heard him mutter under his breath.
“Why” “Because i couldn’t stop them- no one, I couldn’t stop their thoughts about you i couldn’t stop them looking at you” he told me stopping in his tracks making me stop too and look directly into his baby brown eyes. Was he jealous? No he couldn’t be it, couldn’t it? “Because your not mine and that felt shit”. I blinked at the boy towering over me as the air pulled it’s self out of my throat and my heart nervously pumped out of my chest.
“Guys! Come check this out!” Scott yelled from up ahead. “We should- go” stiles began walking putting a defensive wall up between us. I watched him walk off for a few moments before I made my own move. I was so confused. We trudged through the sky scraping trees before we got to a clearing and there stood a huge lake with a sort of waterfall coming down from some rocks. “Looks like fishing is on the table” Scott told us as we took in the view. “It’s beautiful” “yeah, beautiful” stiles agreed, but when I looked across at him he wasn’t looking at the view. He was looking at me.
“Let’s go see if there’s any rocks at the bottom of the water, if there isn’t we should be able to jump in” Scott wriggled his eyebrows up and down. He bagan to wade his way in after removing his top. Stiles copied throwing his top onto the the floor and removing his shoes. I had to grit my teeth together so my mouth didn’t hang open or I started drooling. Scott turned around splashing at stiles beginning a water bending fight. “There’s no rocks over here” stiles called out ten seconds before he disappeared under the water.
“And it’s pretty deep too” he yelled when he came up for air. His hands ran through his hair and the moment felt as if it was played In slow mo. “Come on y/n, climb up” stiles shouted as he began pulling himself out the water onto the rock formation. “I don’t really- like hights!” I yelled back across the water. “Don’t be a baby!” Scott cackled as he climbed up behind stiles. I let out an annoyed sigh before taking off my shoes. I went round so I didn’t have to get into the water.
When I reached the top the boys were lying on the grass laughing and panting. “I won! I beat the alpha!” Stiles howled out and he fist pumped the air. “You got out first” Scott laughed shaking his head while standing. He looked down at the water before backing up. “Your just jealous j-e-a…” Stiles chuckled sitting up with his legs dangling down. Scott whizzed past us cutting stiles off, taking a large leap into the air and then plummeting into the water. I gasped covering my mouth but relaxed after I heard a splash and then a very excited scream come from my brother mouth.
“Come On” stiles looked my way laughing a little. “I’m not sure sti” I chewed on my lip looking down. “Do it with me then” he told me pushing up off the floor. “You can close your eyes if you have to” he leant his head to the side playfully “come on I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, you just have to hold on” “fine” I rolled my eyes trying to hide my smile. “Get on” stiles tapped his back, slowly walking over I held onto his shoulders and then jumped onto his back. He caught me tightly holding me against him.
“You okay?” He asked gently turning around to me, my chin was resting on his shoulder so our faces were now inches away from each others. “Y-yeah” I gave him a breathy answer. “Good” he answered looking at the side of the cliff that we were edging towards. “Stiles i don’t….” And with that he leaped far off the cliff. I felt the air rushing past my whole body. I couldn’t breath. And then we hit the cold water. Letting go of stiles I splashed about panicking, but I felt a hand on my wrist pulling me up to the surface.
“You okay?” Stiles laughed attaching a hand to my hip bringing me towards him so I was sturdy until my memory of treading water was triggered. “That was fucking awesome! Let’s go again” I rushed swiping my wet hair out of my face. Stiles left out a laugh throwing his head back, I looked at Scott who was looking at us suspiciously. “You coming?” I quizzed pulling instantly away from stiles and swimming to rock wall. “Yeah” Scott nodded. And that’s what we did for what felt like hours. Messing around in the water.
On the way back we collected some stick for the fire but it was pretty hard as the moon was coming up and our source of light was no more above us. When we got back to camp our food was ready, apparently Noah got tired of waiting for us and went off to get sticks himself, so we now had a surplus of sticks. We told them about the body of water we found and surprise surprise my mum said we can go fishing tomorrow. And as if somebody was reading what I was saying, the camp stories began after dinner.
“Dad you didn’t see a ufo on one of your calls” stiles rolled his eyes laughing. “Were you There stiles? No, so how would you know what I saw?” Noah raised an eyebrow at his son who still didn’t believe him. “We dunno what’s out there” Scott shrugged looking up at the stars. “We’ve seen things that no one else would believe” “yeah but… aliens?” My mother chewed her lip nervously, clearly frightened of that idea. “I think I’m going to go and get comfy, if I don’t come back out Goodnight everyone” I smiled pushing up from the fold up chair.
“Night sweetheart” my mum beamed at me. I unzipped my tent, it was quite big it had two compartments one for sleeping and one for living in. I spent what felt like hours sitting in the corner with a blanket reading my book before I decided to get changed into my pjs for extra comfort. I climbed into some gym shorts and I was just about to put my top on before stiles stepped into the tent. “Shit- shit I’m- sorry” he swallowed nervously turning around quicker than I’d ever seen him move.
“It’s just a bra stiles” I laughed shrugging it off while trying to find the top I wanted. “No I- should have knocked” “we’re in a tent” I told him feeding my head through the hole and my arms after. “Where is everyone?” “Everyone’s in the car listening to some music, most of the adults are drunk” “as per, You can turn around now and stop complaining” i sniggered while zipping up my bag. “Oh that wasn’t me complaining, that was me respecting you- and boundaries” he said when he looked back at me. “Well next time Don’t be so respectful”.
Stiles watched my smirk from the floor as he tried to figure out what I meant by that. “Don’t start something because I will finish it” stiles told me as flick of excitement flashed in his eyes. “I don’t know what you mean by that- I don’t know what you mean half the time” I scoffed looking at him with my y/e/c eyes. “Stop it because I’m trying so hard here…” he sighed looking upwards. “Trying hard to do what” “keep control- but that’s not something I have when I’m around you” he admitted. I was bored of messing around.
I needed to know what he was thinking, what he felt. “Then give in, why are you trying?”. Stiles looked back down at me hungrily, I saw the exact moment he gave up the control. He darted towards me lowering to my level. I knew exactly what was about to happen. Stiles latched his lips onto mine holding my face close as if he didn’t want to let me go. I pulled myself up so my body could be closer to his and an arm went around his neck, my hand pleasantly found his hair. “I’m so fucked” stiles whispered against my lips.
I kissed him harder “Why?” “Because I’ve fully lost control now and I have no intention of trying to get it back” he told me pulling away for a second to look at me. “I don’t want you to get it back, this is what I want stiles” I whispered before pressing our lips together again. The boy pulled the top off that shouldn’t have been put on in the first place and then he lowered me to the ground kissing me again moving his tongue into my mouth.
“Stiles is y/n asleep i w…” scott pulled open the tent door. His eyes locked with mine before stiles’s seeing him over the top of me wearing no top. My face instantly turned red, stiles didn��t exactly get off me either because of my bra being on show.
Scott’s eyes flashed red.
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Hi, could you please recommended any fics that were basically stiles or anyone from the halen pack join the BAU. Thank you
Yeah, @ashton23458!
I'll Blow This (open wide) by LadySlytherin
(1/1 I 12,595 I Teen I Sterek)
FBI intern Stiles Stilinski is beyond excited at the prospect of joining the elite Behavioral Analysis Team. The BAU seems happy to have him joining their number.
When a fellow-intern comes to the mistaken conclusion that Stiles Stilinski and Dr. Spencer Reid are both dating the same person, Stiles sees it as an opportunity to bond with his future-teammate. One should never underestimate the pranking ability of two geniuses with devious tendencies.
Temporarily Misappropriating the BAU by L3T5_G3T_KR4K3N
(6/? I 15,423 I Mature I Stanny)
Stiles Stilinski would like it known that he did not intend to break the law. Or get a new boyfriend. Or be forcefully adopted and recruited by the BAU. He never intended to solve murders, just as he never intended to get his best friend turned into a Halloween stereotype. Though he doesn't regret it, he would like to blame it on Scott and Jackson for leaving Stiles and Danny unsupervised in a lockable room with alcohol. Honestly, their lives would have been much simpler if they had just stuck to the normal teenage things like making out, instead of hacking the BAU.
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You created a Group Chat with PG and 5 others.
The Lawston Butcher was a woman, not a dude. Pretty sure she was your third witness, Mrs. Alfia.
DM: What?
George Gelding wasn’t one of her victims, which threw off your data. His killer just used the Butcher’s method to throw off the trail. Also, his killer was most likely Kyle Freeden.
AH: Thank you for your input on one of our past cases. May we have your name for the record of the tip?
LOL no. I’m drunk, not stupid.
I'll cross this country on a frequency by illusemywords
(18/18 I 53,541 I Mature I Sterek)
“Stiles, I need you to run a license plate for me.”
“Whatever you need, babe.”
“Don’t call me babe.”
“Stop being such a sourwolf, just tell me the numbers.”
or
The one where there's a serial killer on the loose, Stiles Stilinski has a stalker and Derek Hale doesn't know how to express his emotions.
The New Member by Shadowofahunter
(30/30 I 60,241 I Mature I Stydia)
After losing Prentiss the team is raw, but when the new Agent Stilinski joins in her place they begin to heal.
Set in season 6 and ignores the cases.
Unforgettable by Sallyasher1994
(18/18 I 161,523 I Explicit I Sterek)
“No, I guess not,” Stiles shakes his head distractedly, “What’s this about anyway?” What was it about? Had his dad called and complained about his attitude over the phone? Technically it was made from a work station but it was a personal phone call. He can’t get in trouble for that right? Then Stiles thought about how his stand in boss had mentioned Derek. Derek who is in Beacon Hills right now. Within driving distance of his father. All alone. Without his scrawny, children’s book comparison of a husband to defend him. Stiles felt his heart sink with dread. What had his dad done?
“Everyone get your go bags, we’re heading to Beacon Hills,”
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Derek and Stiles are married and work for the FBI, with Scott, Stiles best friend and Derek’s brother.
Stiles has always struggled with his father hating Derek, but he never thought it would culminate in the man arresting Derek for several murders. Stiles and Scott have to take the team to their home now and see if they can not only free Derek, but also catch a killer, and do it before anyone else gets hurt… they can’t do all three.
Sheriff is not awesome. Like he was, but now he sucks. Seriously it’s so worth a read but don’t expect to love the sheriff.
Raised By Wolves by auburn
(6/6 I 186,765 I Mature I Scallison)
An alternate universe mash of season one and two (with later elements), where the FBI is called in to investigate the murders in a small town. Peter doesn't manage to kill Kate, the kanima is not Jackson, Scott McCall is a failure as a friend, Stiles has to face some hard truths, Derek's never been human, the BAU sees what they expect to see, and Gerard Argent is still more monstrous than any werewolves.
#teen wolf#sterek#stiles stilinski#derek hale#fbi#established relationship#stydia#lydia martin#no werewolves#scallison#scott mccall#allison argent#stanny#danny mahealani
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To Those Who Believe
Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55551553
by Baby_Sweetpea
“Stiles where are you?” The gruff voice came through the phone, rushed and stressed. He could hear Scott and Allison grumbling in the background, trying to tell Chris that Stiles was probably at home in bed now.
Did they not even get slightly worried after Stiles’s messages? When he didn’t respond? And why was Chris calling him, when did Chris even get into town?
“Stiles?”
He shook himself realising he hadn’t responded, and nearly choked on air trying to speak. But Fuck, he was so cold.
“C-cold-“ He managed to get out, “D-diner-“
“Shit!” He heard Chris snap, and distantly, “You left him at the Diner? I expected better from you lot.”
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In which the Pack goes to scare off a coven of witches and leave Stiles behind. They don’t believe him when he says he’s cursed, leaving Chris to come up with a plan. He can only hope Peter will have answers that could help them save Stiles.
(Stiles is around 20-ish+, everyone has grown up except Scott MCcall)
Words: 3187, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M, Multi
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Malia Tate, Chris Argent, Allison Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Kira Yukimura, Isaac Lahey, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Liam Dunbar, Melissa McCall, Lydia Martin
Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall
Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Emotionally Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Hurt/Comfort, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Oblivious Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Bad Pack Alpha Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Bad Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Good Pack Alpha Peter Hale, Established Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Good Chris Argent, Protective Chris Argent, Dom Chris Argent, Good Peter Hale, Protective Peter Hale, Sassy Peter Hale, Dom Peter Hale, BDSM Switch Peter Hale, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Post-Nogitsune Arc (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent Lives, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Curses, Polyamory, Getting Together, Pre-Relationship, Established Relationship, Threesome - M/M/M, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Rare Pairings, Stiles and Malia never dated, cottagecore life for the trio, Pack Dynamics, Happy Ending, Scott McCall Bashing (Teen Wolf), Scott McCall Being an Idiot (Teen Wolf), Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regrets Everything, Author Swears Like a Sailor, Mild Gore, Minor Character Death, Blood and Injury
Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55551553
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Convince Them
Tig Trager x F!Reader
Whumptober 2022: No.23 At The End Of Their Rope- Forced To Kneel
Warnings: 18+, language, angst, violence, implied/referenced sex work, blood/injuries
Word Count: 3.8k
A/N: Maaaan this fic really just made up its own mind as we went along. @withmyteeth I feel like this is definitely not what we discussed. But! It’s...something! It sure is something.
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No matter how many times the guys told Tig not to go rogue, not to play cowboy when there was his life and everyone else’s on the line, if the situation presented itself, he couldn’t guarantee that he would do what they asked.
That was why, when he got a call on his club burner from an unknown number and heard an unknown man’s voice on the other end of the line, he decided that he would show up wherever he was told to go. He didn’t take the time to reach out to the rest of the club. He was already on the road, so in his mind there would be no point in going to the clubhouse to let them all know just for all of them to go back out with him. He could call, sure, but then they were going to want him to just sit around and wait for them to catch up, and he didn’t want to do that either. It was a pretty short list of things that Tig didn’t think that he would be able to handle on his own.
The address that they told him to go to sounded familiar. He knew the street, even if he didn’t know the specific building number and what he was going to find there. But he was smart enough to know that none of it was a coincidence.
He parked outside the nondescript brick building. He knew what happened on this strip. But as he sat there, unbuckling the clip of his helmet, he tried to figure out why he was really being brought back here, especially when he’d been there just the day before. This wasn’t a hot spot for club business—the only times he ever came here were off-hours. The only times he ever came here, he was with you.
Hanging his helmet off the handlebar, he pulled his phone out of the pocket of his kutte. Your number was one of the few that were in his burner. The call went to voicemail, which wasn’t too out of the ordinary. You weren’t the type to constantly have your phone on you, especially not when you were working. You had never been a woman who was there at Tig’s every beck and call. It was one of the things that he loved about you, strangely enough.
He knew better than to call you over and over again. Instead, he left a short and simple voicemail. “Hey, baby, it’s me. Got a…weird call today. Just checkin’ to make sure you’re alright. Call me back.” He paused for a beat. “Love you.”
He swung his leg over the bike, putting his phone away once his feet were planted. He took a deep breath, discreetly feeling to make sure that he still had his gun and his knife. It didn’t matter that he never went anywhere without them—he still had to check.
Walking up to the door of the building he’d been told to go to, he looked around for the telltale signs of nefarious activity. The windows that weren’t boarded up were tinted dark enough so that no one walking by was going to be able to see what was going on inside. The cameras that they had on the outside of the building were discreet, but Tig knew enough to know what to look for. He looked directly into one, flashing his one-of-a-kind Trager smile. He waved, rings clinking together as he wiggled his fingers.
When he wasn’t greeted by anything, he knocked on the door. Leaning against the frame of it, he spoke up in a slightly mocking tone. “Got an order here for a large cheese—”
The door was unlocked and opened from the other side. Before Tig could even glance to see who it was, he was being roughly yanked through the sliver of an opening that they’d created. It was hardly big enough to slide him through, his shoulder banging against the doorframe before the heavy metal door was slammed shut behind him again. He was being pushed and shoved in what was apparently the appropriate direction without anyone saying much of anything to him.
“Won’t lie to you,” he said as he planted his feet to stop, “I lied about the pizza.”
“Shut the fuck up,” the man’s voice was cold, but it wasn’t enough to bother Tig.
“Guess this means you won’t be giving me a tip then?”
A split second later, the tip of a gun was being pressed hard directly into the middle of Tig’s back. The man behind him gripped him by the back of the neck, pulling him back. Whoever he was, was taller than Tig because Tig could practically feel the way that the man was speaking downwards to him.
“I’m not gonna ask again.”
“You didn’t really ask the first time, to be fair.”
The comment earned Tig a hard shove, one that nearly sent him tumbling to the ground but he managed to catch himself. He huffed, rolling out his neck as he continued down the only open hallway. He assumed that this was the direction he was supposed to be doing in, not that there were many options. Whenever he reached the appropriate door, he assumed he’d be given another cue in the form of a push.
It certainly wasn’t the type of place that Tig would want to stay. But he knew that the girls who were here probably didn’t have much in the way of options. He frowned for a moment at the thought, and it brought him back to wondering why he was told to come back here.
“Up the stairs,” the man spoke and the gun was pressed into Tig’s back once again as he reached the end of the hallway.
Sure enough, there was a poorly-lit, grungy staircase to his left. Tig’s gut was telling him to turn around and take this guy out. And if there hadn’t been the very small possibility that you were also going to end up getting roped into this, he would have. But he wasn’t going to put you in that kind of danger, no matter how badly his fingers were itching to reach for his gun.
As if the man behind him could read his thoughts, he said, “I’d just fucking go, man.”
“No elevator in this place?” Tig turned to try and glance over his shoulder but he was roughly shoved again before he could get a good look. The guy was tall, white, and had long dark hair. That matched the description of way too many people in their area of California for Tig to try and narrow it down.
“It’ll be worth the walk,” he reassured him.
That sent a jolt of fear down Tig’s spine that he didn’t want to admit to. Your voicemail recording was playing on repeat in his head as he made his way up the stairs. There weren’t even that many steps but it felt like the staircase was stretching out to be longer and longer with each step that he took.
“Second door on the right,” the man instructed.
Tig listened, albeit begrudgingly. He reached, turning the knob of the door and pushing it open. He didn’t feel himself sucking in and holding his breath as he stepped in, but he let out a long exhale as he looked around the room. It was nothing special. There was a bed, a dresser, a timer on the dresser. The brick walls weren’t decorated with the exception of a few strings of lights that weren’t currently plugged in. Although Tig had the feeling that even when they were, they didn’t really do much to set the mood. Mood wasn’t the reason that people showed up to these rooms anyway. Most of the light in the room was being thrown by the singular light in the middle of the ceiling, a little bit coming in from the hall and the open door now as well.
He turned around, finally able to fully face the man who had been pushing and shoving him the whole way here. Tig took in the full image of the man in front of him. Aside from his height, and the tattoos that were on his hands and creeping up the side of his neck, there wasn’t really much to set him aside from anyone else Tig would’ve passed on the street. And yet he was standing there with the nagging feeling that he had definitely seen this guy before.
Tig looked around the room and back at the man, speaking with a much cooler, calmer demeanor than how he really felt inside. “No offense, man, but you really aren’t my type. And,” he gestured to the room, “I at least need a motel room or something. Have a little class.”
The guy shook his head before holding out his hand. “Gun.” He motioned for Tig to hand over his weapon.
This was the moment. Tig could either shoot his way out of this, or let it play out. He knew that there was no way that it was just him and this other asshole in the building. Shooting him was going to unleash who knew how many other people onto him. So he made the logical play and handed his gun over.
“Knife, too,” the man said.
Tig sighed, but he unclipped it and handed the blade over. He watched as the man set them just outside the door. Nothing about any of this was making sense. So few times in his life had Tig ever just been along for the ride like this. And now he didn’t even have his weapons.
He was staring at the empty doorway for a few seconds that felt much longer than that when he heard the clicking of heels on the hallway floor. His face contorted in confusion—the sound alone let him know that that wasn’t you. It seemed that with every passing second there were more and more questions popping up.
Then the young woman teetered into the doorway. One arm crossed over her chest so that her hand was gripping onto the opposite bicep. Her eyes were cast down towards the floor, nervously shifting and twisting her feet in her heels.
Tig’s eyes went wide as he took in the sight of her. She wasn’t you, but he knew her. You knew her, too. The last time that the two of you saw her, though, she was looking a lot happier, and a hell of a lot less banged up. Bruises littered her cheeks, arms, and legs. The skin of her knees was torn up and scabbed over, and he could see that it was the same case with her elbows. There was bruising along her neck that weren’t from a fun time that got out of hand.
The sight of her, even with all of the bruising, let him know why he recognized the man standing behind her. He had some generic fucking name. He was pretty sure it started with a J. Jerry? Jimmy? Something like that. On more than one occasion after Tig had dropped her back off at their usual spot down the block, he’d materialized to collect his cut of the payment. Tig would watch the exchange in the mirror of his bike. She never looked happy about it, and why would she? But the guy had never gotten rough with her, not where everyone could see, anyway.
Despite knowing better, Tig’s whole demeanor softened as he looked at her. He wanted to reach out and pull her into a hug. “Oh, what’d they do to you, doll?”
“They?” the man barked as he pushed her farther inside the room. It was gentler than when he was man handling Tig, but not by much. “She came back to us like this after she saw you!”
Tig’s eyes went wide as he shook his head. “I didn’t do this.” He looked genuinely appalled at the accusation. “I’m, we’re not into that.”
“So these just magically appeared on her?” he held the woman’s arm up, showcasing the bruising that continued on the underside of it.
Tig winced at the sight. “You’re looking for someone else, man.”
“I don’t fucking believe you.”
Tig shrugged, holding his hands out in a small act of defeat. “Nothing else I can say. This wasn’t me.”
He could see it in the girl’s face that she must have tried to tell this guy all of this already. Tig honestly wouldn’t be surprised if a couple of those bruises were from the man who seemed to be so upset about her having any in the first place.
Knowing better, she still spoke up anyway, her voice sounding as small as she tried to make herself. “Jay, it’s—"
“Stop,” he cut her off, and she shrunk even more. He turned his attention back to Tig. “You put one of my best girls out of commission for who knows how long. Until all this shit fades out,” he gestured to the cuts and bruises, and Tig saw the way that she winced at the callous address of it all.
“I told you, I didn’t—”
“Shut up,” he pulled a gun from his own waistband and aimed it at Tig’s head. “You cost me. And now it’s going to cost you. You and your club.”
Tig let out a laugh, because quite frankly the man’s gall was amusing to a point. Clearly he’d been looking for any way to try and sink his claws into the club and he was going to try and use this as his opportunity to do it. “You think my club is gonna pay up any money because some scumbag put one of your whores out of commission?”
“You’re going to convince them.”
He barked out another laugh. “Not gonna happen, Jay.”
“It better. Or your girl is gonna have a real rough go of it.”
Tig’s face contorted in confusion. He nodded towards the woman who was still standing nervously just past the doorway. “She’s cute, she’s a good time, but she’s not my girl. You putting her out of commission for even longer is just gonna be a bigger problem for you, brother.”
It was Jay’s turn to laugh. “Oh, believe me, it’s not gonna be my problem.” He let go of the girl’s arm only to nudge her towards the door. “Go on. You don’t gotta see this.”
Apprehension was etched into her features, but she did as she was told. She spared an apologetic look back at Tig before shuffling out the door. The sad look in her eyes did nothing to quell Tig’s worry and confusion.
It got quiet again. The two men stood staring at each other, waiting for the other to do something. Tig found himself reaching for weapons that he no longer had, inwardly cursing himself for handing them over. He was halfway through strategizing how to get out, how to get his things back, when he heard more footsteps coming his way. These ones were heavier, definitely not the dainty heels of the poor girl that they’d just sent on her way. There were also multiple sets of footsteps this time. Tig found himself taking a small step back, trying to put a little more distance between himself and the door just in case.
Then the door opened wider. Another man materialized. He was a little shorter than Jay, but built much wider. He’d just have to stand in the fucking doorway to keep Tig from being able to get out through it.
He wasn’t Tig’s concern, though, not when he saw the state that you were in as the man dragged you into the door. Your feet were barely coming up off the ground, the toes of your boots scuffing the floor with every labored step.
Whatever had been done to the poor girl who worked for Jay, you’d gotten that treatment and then some. Something told Tig that you were in the state that you were in because you hadn’t said or done the things that those men wanted you to. That was perfectly on-par for you—you knew how to keep your mouth shut. It was usually how you stayed out of trouble. It had never left you so bloody before.
He tried and failed to keep a straight face as he refocused on the men behind you. “I don’t know what you think this is gonna do. Doesn’t change the fact that my club isn’t gonna do shit for you.”
You did your best to take a deep breath despite your stuffy nose and the gag in your mouth. The fabric that was strung through your mouth felt like it was regrettably becoming a part of you at this point. Your wrists tingled and burned from the restraints around them. Your whole body ached. If it hadn’t been for the man dragging you along, you would’ve crumbled to the ground a long time ago.
Despite your exhaustion, when Jay landed the first hit, cracking his fist against Tig’s jaw, you still let out a whimper. The man holding onto you tightened his grip on your arm to silently tell you to get it under control. You tried, but you still felt yourself cringing as each requisite blow landed.
You watched the exchanges between them, both verbal and physical. You knew that the clock was ticking and that before you knew it, the attention was going to be back on you. If just the sight of you bruised and bloody wasn’t enough to get Tig to break, they were going to try and wear him down a little more before doing more damage to you. It was going to be a long and painful back and forth.
Tig spit some of the blood from his mouth onto the floor. He looked at Jay, setting his shoulders back before saying, “You’re going to have to do better than that. Your girls have smacked me around better.”
“Better, huh?”
Jay’s breathing was labored, but he could work a gun just fine winded. He roughly grabbed your arm that the other man wasn’t holding onto, pulling you in front of him and using his free hand to grab his gun. He pressed the tip of it against the side of your head. You whimpered, tears leaking out onto your cheeks.
“This better?” he asked Tig.
Tig was doing his best to keep a straight face. You knew him well enough to see the panic in his eyes. “It’s not gonna sway the club.”
“It’ll sway you, though,” Jay argued, “and you can sway the club.”
“Not gonna happen.” He said it with a certainty that stung you a little bit. You knew it was coming, but you just wanted to be out of here and safe. The likelihood of that was getting less and less with each passing second.
Jay shrugged nonchalantly. “Last chance.”
He saw the way that Tig’s expression didn’t falter. Letting out a deep sigh before stepping back from you. You heard the click that you knew all too well and another whine, some sort of a plea came out muffled. It didn’t matter, though. Seconds later, there was a loud bang and you felt the tearing through your side. You screamed in pain against the gag in your mouth, body dropping to the floor as you succumbed to the pain and exhaustion. You fell to your knees, doubling over further so that your forearms were braced against the floor, still bound at your wrists.
It almost got Tig to buckle. He almost dropped down to hold, you, to try and stop the bleeding. But he couldn’t crack now. What little bit of self-restraint he still had was spent keeping his eyes trained on the man pointing the gun at you.
“Not gonna shoot your way through this one, man,” Tig said with a shake of his head, although the confidence wasn’t there like it had been before.
Jay heard it, too, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. “You sure about that, Trager? I’d hate for your girl to bleed out on the floor here all because you didn’t want to talk to your club.”
“It’s not—”
Tig’s argument was cut short by the sound of another gunshot. You buckled beneath the impact, lying completely flat against the floor. You cried against the cloth in your mouth, tears cascading down your cheeks and eventually hitting the filthy floor beneath you. Blood was starting to pool around you, and the sight of that is what finally broke Tig. His body acted of its own accord as he dropped to his knees, immediately reaching for you, wanting to pull you close to try and help.
“Ah-ah,” Jay spoke up, pointing the gun right at your head even though his eyes were locked on Tig’s. “Give me a better answer, Trager. I can wait all day. Doesn’t look like she can, though.”
Tig looked down at you, unable to stomach the pleading look in your eyes as tears stained your bruised cheeks. If you had the strength, if your wrists hadn’t been bound, you would’ve reached for him to beg. You never asked him to choose between you and the club, because you knew where you were going to rank. But now that you were staring death in the face, you couldn’t help but to try and beg despite the fact that you couldn’t talk.
But then you saw it, the slight frown that tugged at his lips. Your heart sank in your chest. Your eyes fell shut, more tears slipping out as you tried to get right with the fact that this was it. Sobs wracked your body through the pain.
Even though it hadn’t been your intention, your painful acceptance of what was about to happen, kicked Tig into gear and got him to change his mind. He cleared his throat, holding his hands up in an act of surrender.
“Alright,” he sounded choked up, and that was new for everyone present, “alright. Just, just let me get her out of here.”
There was a sickly satisfied smile on Jay’s face as he lowered his gun. “See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Tig didn’t respond as he moved to loop your still-bound arms around his neck. He scooped you up, trying to move you as little as possible as he swiped up his things. They played their game well, knowing now that he wasn’t going to risk you dying in order to take them out. For the moment, Tig’s worry was you, but his mind was already turning with ideas and plans for revenge. This would all get brought to the table, but paying these assholes off was the last thing that was going to be discussed.
#sons of anarchy#sons of anarchy imagine#soa#soa imagine#tig trager#tig trager x reader#tig trager x you#my writing#fanfiction#tig trager fanfiction#drabblesmc
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A Diamond in the making
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54594649
by michellekoilover
Stiles went away after that night, leaving everything behind, his family, his home.
Everyone looked at him like a murderer, a traitor with blood stained hands.
He was going to proof himself a worthy ally, irreplaceable, supportive. Anything -but- a damn murderer.
or...
Stiles decides he wants to take the killer tag associated on his name and become the best support and healer the supernatural has even seen.
Words: 1613, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken, Melissa McCall, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf)
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Additional Tags: Spark Stiles Stilinski, Magic, Healer Stiles Stilinski, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Hurt/Comfort, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Protective Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Deserves Nice Things, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Protective Peter Hale, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Pack Dynamics, Protectiveness, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Tags May Change, no beta we die like men
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54594649
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Manifesto for Season 2 of Oh No! Here Comes Trouble: Five possible future events via headcanons
And by manifesto I mean I’m manifesting it asap
1.) Guangyan the feral housecat. I read his character as the kind of fussy housecat that slaps its human/fellow animals on a regular basis but refuses to step on wet grass or eat generic cat food.
Post season 1, I also headcanon that housecat energy as developing into a slightly more feral version. We’ve discussed Chuying and Guangyan would likely be more protective of Yiyong and I’m wondering what that would look like in the show.
Honestly, the mental picture that came up was those viral videos people take where there’s a bear outside their house, trying to go through the bins, only to be chased off by the family’s sassy calico who genuinely believes a cat is as much of a baddie as a bear, if not more. That is the Guangyan I imagine post-evil baker guy. On his own, he’s still timid and polite, but we have seen he’s gone from yelling insults at Yiyong to trying to protect his feelings and soothe him, so I’m curious whether he’d become physically protective too—often it’s the quietest ones who are the most ferocious when loved ones are threatened. And whatever the nature of their bond, there was no question for me in that last episode that Guangyan has come to love Yiyong. Plus, there is nothing as territorial and petty as a housecat, which fits Guangyan beautifully.
2.) Chuying as a detective. OnePer but promoted. We already see the change she’s undergone in terms of empathy, and I think this process would keep evolving. Think about Chuying when we first meet her; there is a visibly injured guy trying to make a statement—something big and important—and she is daydreaming about being more important in her role as a cop.
Now fast forward to the end of the first season. Chuying has gotten her excitement, her promotion, the danger and duty to help, and it isn't the dream she figured. Because she has finally learned to empathize and care for people who she’s meant to be protecting, and because she can’t protect one of the people she’s come to care about—Yiyong. I see her becoming more responsible, more focused on the job and not the praise. Because it’s like Sneaky McBaker points out—she probably did get a commendation for taking him down and doing her best to help a victim. But that is worth absolutely nothing anymore.
3.) Yiyong the passionate calligrapher. Because honestly? He’s had his injury and coma visions, and he knows he is helping people. It’s the opposite of what everyone always told him he’ll end up doing, it’s something that brings in zero cash so far (I just know Guangyan and Chuying are out there adding to a private account to help Yiyong’s mom and help him get back on his feet or just not work until he wants to).
I think Yiyong, who started off so reluctant, will be more driven to get back into the ghostie business before his friends want him to. It’s not just a return to normal after MORE lost years, it’s a purpose. He’s missed so many moments, and despite his mom’s comforting words that the years don’t count, he can pick up where he left off, I think he’ll be feeling behind, maybe worried his detective and student friends are spending too much time helping him and not enough time on their own lives.
4.) I hope we will get more backstory on minor characters. Ye Baosheng is one of the best characters in this story, and we know so little about her. I want her to have more scenes, I want her to feel involved in her son’s life. Like Melissa McCall for her son Scott in Teen Wolf, except for the whole thing where Scott's character gets increasingly sidelined. I appreciate so much that Chuying and Guangyan have clearly become an extra daughter and a son in law. I hope she starts her own salon. I think she’ll be very much the same person as she was after the first coma, not because she’s fine but because she needs Yiyong to think she’s fine. The show does an amazing job of showing without telling that this is a mother trying to be as strong and normal as she can for her baby.
5.) Guangyan and Yiyong. Listen, I know they aren’t canon, I know it’s a bromance, SO FAR. Here are my thoughts on this: too many shows try to speedrun the enemies to lovers plot at the cost of story, character development, and basic common sense. ONHCT has shown it’s willing to play the long game on things before. To me, it could easily be a natural progression. Here’s how I see it playing out: after Yiyong wakes up, he’s trying to get back into cases, but he starts drawing his comic again, too. One of his high school friends “accidentally” mentions to him that Guangyan is the only real fan of that comic, and reminisces about “back when we used to come visit and your weird nerd friend would be curled up next to your bed talking to you.” I want Yiyong to be simultaneously smug and scared shitless, and Guangyan considering maybe living at the morgue forever.
(After they kiss at the bus stop for the first time, Chuying, who wasn't spying, texts the family and friends group chat to let everyone know Granny Zeng Jiang has won the betting pool for when/where it would happen).
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okay okay so teen wolf the movie happened (and it was bad). i haven’t seen it but i have some thoughts from what i have read about it. what is teen wolf but the fans taking the concepts and trying to make them work?
here’s my wish basically:
the nogitsune is a trickster. it thrives on chaos, pain and strife. so it coming back one has to ask: what is the game? what is the trick?
i will be referencing this fantastic meta series because it brings up a great point. the entire possession of stiles, the entire gambit of the nogitsune was an attempt to use stiles to get to the power of the nemeton.
that is what the nogitsune always wanted. a motivation i believe remains true. however, i think now it also wants revenge on stiles and his pack for defeating it but very specifically it’s target is stiles.
when we see stiles playing go with the nogitsune it is about the concession of territory. what territory you ask? the territory of stiles’s body and also that of beacon hills. the nogitsune of course was cheating and stiles was an inexperienced player.
15 years later though? that is a different animal. things will have changed.
here are the ground rules for the state things as i think they likely would be:
most of fandom agreed that stiles was a something. that he was magic. a spark. like many things it was all there in the subtext of the show. if i had my way stiles would be the emissary of scott’s pack. scott and stiles always came as a packaged deal.
(one reason i don’t buy the movie is because there is no way come hell or high water stiles abandoned beacon hills, scott, or derek or his father for any extended period of time. davis was salty dylan said no. period.
the sitles and scott friendship is the very heart and soul of teen wolf. i know there is a large section of fandom that doesn’t like scott. i think they’re wrong and that’s that.)
allison is dead dead. there is no cheap resurrection here for her. her death was a cataclysm in the teen wolf universe. bringing her back would make it lose it’s impact. scott and lydia’s arcs would have been better served on letting allison go, and for chris to show how allison changed him and how he honors her memory.
stiles is still with the fbi and is gone from beacon hills for extended periods but he has not abandoned anyone. however, him coming and going from beacon hills conveys that stiles is running away emotionally from things (ie: failed relationship with lydia, his remaining guilt over events, and a jeep metaphor with derek)
allison’s supposed resurrection is a ploy by the nogitsune to distract scott, lydia and chris argent as them scrambling to figure out if it’s real and if allison is actually allison gets them out of the way for the real game.
stiles and the nemeton.
if i had my way scott would call stiles pretty much immediately because he has the good sense that melissa mccall gave him.
the wrench would be stiles doesn’t answer because he’s busy on an important case or what not. it doesn’t really matter the why i guess what is important is that he doesn’t answer the call from scott initially.
as i said i think it works if stiles is emotionally running away from beacon hills and his friends so he buries himself in work. he’s refusing the call of being a hero and losing those precious moments to ignorance costs him and the pack later.
scott does leave a voicemail along the lines of dude allison’s back and so is the nogitsune get your ass here.
since in my version allison is dead dead the nogitsune is using a facsimile of her to fuck with everyone and cause pain, strife and chaos to feed off. this can only work for so long though and it’s real target hasn’t come yet. so with stiles not there and allison only being a distraction for so long the nogitsune has to raise the stakes.
enter the hales.
the hales are the old guardians of beacon hills and therefore a problem/nuisance to the nogitsune’s plans. in more ways than one. it also knows derek and stiles are close as derek worked really hard to protect stiles during his possession and prevent him from being killed.
despite it being over a decade later the nogitsune would still use what knowledge it has of stiles to continue to exploit his relationships to create pain and as a lure.
as for derek i think that we can keep a lot of the same. derek having hale auto (good for him), having eli (also good for him) are nice things and derek hale deserves nice things.
using allison to go after eli and derek the nogitsune not only tries to resurrect the tensions of old but brings in another element to lure stiles back once he finally gets involved.
an aside because this is really just me rambling:
over the fifteen year gap scott and derek probably eased into a friendly relationship. they aren’t best friends but probably talk casually, eli does lacrosse and scott is the coach, they talk werewolf business and keep beacon hills safe.
malia and derek were finally allowed to build a familial relationship and she’s like a cool aunt to eli. peter is still peter and the man always had a complicated relationship with derek so he’s sort of peripherally around. cora is probably around being awesome somewhere but her and derek talk regularly and she visits her brother and nephew frequently bringing cool gifts from her travels. isaac sends postcards that go on the fridge.
naturally being the shipper trash i am i would make sure to be clear that stiles and derek have a relationship. that in the fifteen year gap their friendship grew and flourished as they supported each other through things. that derek really got to actually start to heal from his trauma and even though stiles isn’t quite there derek’s been there for him too. they developed a close bond. stiles being there for eli? give it to me. stiles teaching eli to drive in the jeep? i want it. which would be why eli’s always stealing the jeep. to be closer to stiles and annoy his dad.
but this is all set up for the real meat of what i have been thinking:
derek still dies BUT
it’s not eli he dies in front of. it’s stiles. he does not take it well.
stiles eventually gets scott’s message and books it to beacon hills. the facsimile of allison the nogitsune is using digs into that guilt he has over everything that happened with not just the nogitsune but will allison’s death, with claudia and with what happened with donovan. it rips into stiles’s psyche wanting back in. it wants to use stiles to not just cause pain but to use his magic like a battery to feed off stiles’s connection to the nemeton.
because i have always believed that when stiles, scott and allison did the ritual sacrifice at the end of 3A they became tied to the nemeton, they became it’s champions and protectors.
anyway, derek once again keeping his track record of saving stiles sacrifices himself with parrish assisting.
the delay in stiles getting scott’s message cause them not to have a plan that would give stiles time to prepare to face the nogitsune and prevent derek’s death.
BUT
it’s a gambit by the nogitsune. it thinks it wins no matter how it shakes out. remember derek was set up as the king on stiles’s chess board way back when. it has removed not just a hale from the board but someone important to stiles. someone he’d go through great lengths to save. that’s a play. that’s the trick.
derek dying causes stiles pain just as much as it removes him off the board and if stiles tries to bring him back he has makes himself (and the nemeton) vulnerable. it is a gambit
how does it end? i don’t know. i like the idea of stiles having to confront himself and descend into his own personal hell to save derek. he has to overcome his fears and guilt. has to open himself up to derek to save him. you know what i mean.
i have this idea of stiles meeting paige in the inbetween place. she’s tied to the nemeton too as it’s where she died. it was her death that powered the nemeton enough to save julia/jennifer when kali tried to kill her. she’s representative of derek’s own guilt. stiles has to confront not just his trauma but derek’s too.
he would also meet allison. the real allison argent. allie a who saved the day. she’d tell him to stop blaming himself for her death that it wasn’t his fault and she went to save lydia and him.
derek gets brought back of course. stiles stops running and finally decides that he wants to come home. and you lets just heavily imply he means home with derek and eli. his dad is thrilled.
all in all: the pack saves the day and allison is finally, truly laid to rest.
other points i didn’t lay out but also not a comprehensive list.
kira comes back because of course she does she was the other half of the nogitsune plotline and this is my version. her and scott are awkward at first but maybe by the end there’s hints towards a reconciliation because they were cute as hell and this is a story where people grow and come back together
scott is a vet and is working with deaton
deaton shows up to talk cryptically with stiles about the ritual to bring derek back and have a nice moment with scott because deaton was more of a father to him than rafael ever was.
hale👏 family 👏 lore
the sheriff being eli’s grandfather for 120 minutes
scott treating derek like his brother in law
lydia and stiles broke up over different life goals and desires not a stupid premonition.
stiles and scott get a crying, healing hug for 15 minutes
liam’s mom gets a name (this has always bothered me okay)
liam and mason being dumbass best friends and mason trying to get liam to help him with his work. it works 45% of the time.
they actually say that stiles is derek’s anchor out loud
the sheriff and sitles having a conversation where the sheriff isn’t sure stiles should try to bring derek back because it could go badly and stiles bluntly asks if the sheriff would bring claudia back if he could.
i want peter to talk about talia. if peter is going to be there i want mr unhinged to be absolutely spitting mad that derek died in hell fire and helps bring him back.
stiles and derek talk about their relationship in the most convoluted way possible. hence: the jeep.
stiles tells derek “what you thought death was going to get you out of this relationship?”
me: teen wolf the movie but what if stiles was there like he was supposed to be and it was pretty gay.
#my blog#teen wolf#sterek#otp: you need me to survive#thoughts on teen wolf#lol me spit balling for many many words
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Keeping it Quiet
Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/56135032
by PhoenixNaye
No one knows when it started, only that it couldn’t have been going on long before they started to notice.
Words: 1252, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Underage
Categories: M/M
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey, Cora Hale
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Additional Tags: Random & Short, One Shot, Accidental Voyeurism, Kinda, derek has a bedroom, Secret Relationship, Except Everyone Knows
https://archiveofourown.org/works/56135032
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Do you think the plot of the show would drastically change, If Scott was above 18?
It wouldn't need to, and that's not a good thing.
I talk about racism in the Teen Wolf fandom a lot. The way our fandom interacts with the show is so riddled with noxious racist influence that it's impossible to participate in it without having to hold your nose. Yet, we can't pretend that there isn't racist influence in the show itself. Some of it is not so subtle, but I would argue that the most pervasive example can be very easy to miss. There is a tendency in Hollywood when it comes to dealing with minority children which mimics the greater culture and Teen Wolf is not immune to it. To wit: when it comes to teenagers, white teenagers are treated by productions as if they were children and minority teenagers are treated by productions as if they were adults.
Scott McCall as the lead protagonist is expected to be heroic, and that's a good thing, but unfortunately, attached to this is the idea that he neither needs nor deserves the attention and care that other teenagers are given. In fact, it's as if there in the writing there are two standards of behavior, and his standard is far higher. Let me give you some examples:
Compare in Tattoo (3x01) the way the Sheriff tries to make Stiles go to school -- begging, bribing, brute force -- to the way that Melissa (who is completely absent from the process of Scott getting ready to go to school) implies that her main concern in involving Scott with what is happening to Isaac is that it will cause him to mess up again. There is never a Be-A-Better-Stiles-Stilinski program, because Stiles is a teenager who is a child, and children don't have to be better. They get to be children.
Compare the way the parental sacrifices in Alpha Pact (3x11) and Lunar Ellipse (3x12), talk about and treat their children. Noah gives this passionate speech about the night Claudia died and what it meant to Stiles. He gives Stiles a big old hug when Stiles appears with that stupid bat. Chris works closely with Allison, makes sure she's safe, and then they agree to change the Code. And Melissa? The words "And Scott?" as an afterthought to another Sherriff-Demanding-Where-His-Son-Is? Dialogue is the only time she mentions him in those two episodes. Melissa doesn't defend Scott from Jennifer's insinuation that he's a threat. There's no reunion scene. Because Scott doesn't need his mother nor his father. He's an adult.
Compare the way the aftermath of the heroic sacrifices is portrayed in Anchors (3x13) and More Bad Than Good (3x14). Scott has issues with control, Stiles can't read, and Allison is no longer able to aim her bow, and all three of them suffer hallucinations. Stiles gets comforted by his father and by Scott, and he gets direct help from Scott and Deaton. Allison gets comforted and gets direct help from Lydia and Isaac. And what does Scott get? He gets scolded repeatedly by his mother, who is so fundamentally disconnected from Scott's life that she can't tell something's changed ("You told me you and Stiles learned a way to control this.") He gets erectile dysfunction jokes from his "friends." And, of course, he gets the shit beaten out of him by the twins because his problem is he's afraid and that's a weakness adults can't afford.
I kept waiting for Chris Argent to take off his belt and whale the shit out of Allison until she stopped seeing Kate. I kept waiting for everyone to point and laugh at Stiles because he couldn't read. But that wasn't going to happen, because they're teenagers who are treated as children. You don't do that to children! But Scott isn't a child and, in this show, he never has been. As Stiles said "Hey, you know, that's funny. I've actually tried something like this one time using a heart monitor and lacrosse balls. But you're right, beating the living crap out of him is probably a lot better."
Here's the sad part: I could go on for like an hour. I could talk about how at the beginning of the Divine Move (3x24), moments after Scott had the first girl he ever loved die in his arms, Chris Argent demanded that he pull his shit together and help him create a cover story together because "It's what we (adults) do." But don't worry, Chris would go home and give Poor Baby Isaac his huggies later. I could talk about how, after Scott was kidnapped in A Promise to the Dead (4x12), the Sheriff got to demonstrate that Stiles's safety was the most important thing on his mind but Melissa and Rafael were nowhere to be seen, because Scott's an adult and thus responsible for his own fate. I could talk about how in Status Asthmaticus (5x10) and The Last Chimera (5x11) Melissa underlined again and again that Scott is not a child, because the first words she said to Scott once his heart started beating again was how he should give hope to children and then how, as a professional nurse and good mother, she left the badly wounded assassination target that is her son alone to bandage his own wounds in order to take care of poor widdle Stiles.
But PEW, I hear you say, this has nothing to do with racism! Scott's the alpha, he's the hero, it's the hero's tragedy! Okay, I would reply, so let's look at some other minority teenagers on the show.
Let's look at Vernon Boyd, who literally never said one word to Derek Hale about Derek's season two behavior, unlike Isaac! It sure was mature of Boyd to forgive Derek without even a conversation. There's a reason that Derek drove Isaac away and not Boyd; as a child, Isaac was more deserving of protection. And then there was Boyd's death, where a 16- to 18-year-old spent his last moments on earth in Currents (3x07) making sure that the Giant White Manbaby who got him killed didn't feel too bad. (Ask yourself this -- when the writers of the episode had Boyd, bleeding out, say "The full moon. That feeling... That was worth it," were they talking about the full moon Boyd spent locked in a dirty train station getting the shit kicked out of him by Derek and Isaac or were they talking about the full moon Boyd spent crazed and running through the forest and getting shit kicked out of him by Derek? Because the writers either A) didn't care enough about Boyd to remember that those were the only two full moons he felt, the rest he spent locked in a bank vault where he couldn't feel the moon, B) they remembered but they thought the audience was far too racist to give a shit, or C) they intended to portray Boyd the same way that happens in the cliched' scene where the dying mentor comforts the child hero. )
Let's look at Mason Hewitt, who experienced extreme danger and physical hurt in the library with Scott, but no one ever talked about it or even brought it up. Where was his anger at Liam for leaving him there with Assassination-Target Scott, who the same Liam had beat to the point of death or at least to the point of being unable to defend himself, which coincidentally left Mason at Theo's mercy? Why, instead of, I don't know, taping Liam up with duct tape and hurting him with lacrosse balls, did he offer comfort and excuses? Because that was the mature thing to do. I mean compare how Mason is considered too black, I mean too adult, I mean too good to have any after effects from being possessed by a monstrous 18th century resurrected French serial killer?
Let's look at the Yukimuras! Noshiko Yukimura, who summoned a nogitsune to punish corrupt government officials, does nothing to punish the corrupt government official who "made a mistake" and imprisoned her daughter and husband. Or Kira Yukimura, who -- aside from Scott -- is the only person who bears the responsibility to fix what Theo and the Doctors did to her, even if it means she can never see her family or friends again. Compare the benevolence of Meredith, who encourages Lydia to 'find her own way' to the malevolence of the Skin-Walkers, who constantly threaten Kira with perpetual exile. And in the end, she can't be even comforted and healed for what was done to her, she must go off and improve, "Not for you, or my parents, but for me." How mature of her, too! I think no greater demonstration is the last mention of Kira in Apotheosis (5x20), after she's gone off to the desert, and Lydia say "But she'll be back. She still has to graduate." She's got responsibilities to fulfill!
Look, I'm not trying to diminish the virtue of the actions that these minority characters took or say that their arcs were invalid. I'm not trying to say that the white characters didn't deserve comfort. I'm arguing that there is a definite pattern where greater expectations of mature behavior were placed by the writers on characters of color, especially teenagers, and that this message was successfully transmitted to the audience. I mean, look, there's a reason that Scott's violation of Corey in Ouroboros (5x08) to get his memories was treated as an unforgivable crime by the production and the audience, but La Bete's violation of Scott in Apotheosis (5x20) to get his memories was treated as a triumph for a WHITE character. Stiles didn't say "Scott's love for Allison saved him," he said "Allison saved him." There is one standard for white teenagers and another for minority teenagers.
So I think I can confidently say that if Scott had been eighteen there wouldn't have necessarily been any change at all.
#scott mccall#teen wolf racism#teen wolf fandom racism#scott mccall defense squad#vernon boyd#mason hewitt#kira yukimura
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Fire On Fire: Chapter 19
(Ch. 18) ... (Ch. 1)
II Gallery II Symbol Guide II
Summary: Nothing solidifies a friendship like a good old-fashioned jailbreak.
A/N: According to everyone who knew him irl, Skip Muck was the Mom Friend of his group & sooo here, have some Reluctant Dad Friend Nix & Fun Mom Friend Muck😌💖
Taglist: @latibvles @softguarnere @brassknucklespeirs @mccall-muffin @lieutenant-speirs @emmythespacecowgirl @holdingforgeneralhugs @parajumpboots @hxad-ovxr-hxart @sleepisforcowards @indigo-luvers @ax-elcfucker-blog @chaosklutz @mads-weasley @wwhatev3r
Contemporary: October 22nd, 1944. Zetten-Andelot, Netherlands.
“Just for the record, my helping does not mean I’m condoning this.”
It took all of Alix's self-control not to roll her eyes at her handler as he neared to help her unwind the last of the bandages on her head.
“Yes, I know," she groaned, half under her breath. "We heard you the first thousand times you said it."
Nixon passed the bandage to Malarkey, who stuffed it quickly into his pocket for safekeeping.
"And you'll hear it a thousand more, Martinelli, because it's a terrible idea!"
"Then why are you still here?" Alix shot back, momentarily taking a break from unrolling the baggy jump jacket Skip had supplied to glare at Nixon.
"If you don't want to be involved, sir, you’re free to go."
Her case officer washed down another sip of liquor from his flask as he watched Alix tie the jacket around her waist.
"I'm already involved," he huffed, crossing his arms like a disappointed father. "I'm in charge of your impulsive ass, in case you've forgotten."
"How could I forget?" Alix grumbled as she safety-pinned the Red Cross armband designating her as a combat nurse to her sleeve.
"You– Ow, shit!– You never fail to remind me."
"Prick yourself, did you?" Nixon asked dryly, repositioning himself in his usual place against the back wall.
"Bastard” Alix muttered under her breath and Nixon snorted.
"That's Captain Bastard to you now," he corrected with a tap to his collar, his expression blank but somehow seeming even more smug, if that was possible.
After pinning her armband, Alix went to work examining the medic’s bag she carried, ensuring that everything was in place.
Her radio, the vials of Prussic acid, her forged identity papers, her gun– with additional bullets, supplied by Nixon– and her knife were all inside, stashed under a slew of bandages and inside innocuous-looking boxes of field dressings.
She only hoped it would be enough.
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As expected, it was a busy night at the aid station.
Skirmishes in the nearby area had gotten ugly fast and it seemed like stretchers were being rushed in by the minute.
As if that weren’t enough, Alix had pickpocketed a nearby nurse for her logbook and saw that they were expecting an influx of emergencies being transferred from Arnhem at about 10 o’clock that night.
With no one watching the “walking wounded” like Alix, it would be the perfect time to slip out the door…If she could only get to it.
Her ankle throbbed terribly and she chewed on her bottom lip, hoping the metallic taste of blood would keep her thoughts from the pain.
In their haste to treat those with life-threatening wounds from the battlefield, her dislocated ankle had been neglected.
She had been assured that someone would see about treating it eventually but with all of the emergencies coming in, there simply hadn't been time.
Just putting her boots on earlier had been excruciating– she had to bite down on the blanket to avoid screaming– and she shuddered to think what the hike back to Easy Company would be like.
“You gonna be able to walk okay?” Skip asked from his seat beside her as if reading her mind.
“With my busted-up ankle? Not likely.”
Alix let out a sigh. “Between that and my stiff muscles, I'll probably end up crawling by the halfway point.”
“I'll carry you then.”
“You're hilarious, Skipper,” Alix deadpanned but the blond shook his head, looking far graver than she’d ever seen him.
“I'm serious,” he insisted. “If it gets that bad, I'll carry you. No friend of mine crawls anywhere.”
Despite herself, Alix could feel the pinpricks of tears beginning to well in her eyes and she blinked hard, forcing them back down.
The fact that a friend she couldn’t even remember was still willing to risk his life to ease her burden…
“Skip Muck, you’re a saint, do you know that?”
He grinned at the praise, a certain effervescent vitality lighting up his face even despite the camo paint he was smearing on to obscure it.
"I do my best."
"Time-check?" Alix asked and Nixon glanced at his watch.
"5 minutes till go."
With that, Malarkey stood up and looked to Nixon.
"It's where it should be, correct?"
The captain gave an almost imperceptible nod and added,
"Remember, the recognition phrase is ‘Flash’ and the response is–”
“‘Thunder’, I got it.”
With that, Nixon returned to his reports for plausible deniability as Malarkey gradually made his way to the back door and slipped outside.
Alix felt a sudden sense of finality sink into her bones as the squeals of tires in the distance grew louder.
The ambulances were arriving.
"Last chance to back out, guys," she said, ensuring that she made eye contact with the remaining two members of the group but neither took the opportunity.
"On the bright side," Skip grinned, jostling his friend's shoulder slightly. "If we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story!"
Just then, the doors to the aid station were thrown open and there were frantic shouts of “Move” as soldiers flooded the room hauling the wounded inside, the stench of sweat, blood, and death all mingling in the air like a perverse perfume.
With a grudging nod of encouragement from Nixon, who was still staring down at the pages in his hands as though his life depended on it, Alix forced herself to her feet.
It was time.
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It had been Nixon's idea to steal tactically acquire the motorcycle in the first place but it had been Don who actually ended up doing it.
Leaning on Skip’s outstretched arm and trying her hardest to keep from limping too noticeably, Alix had managed to make it out the building’s backdoor without being spotted and the rattling of a motorcycle engine and the crunching of gravel alerted them to Don’s arrival.
The bike had been requested in Nixon's name so they'd have to hurry before it was spotted.
But much to her embarrassment, no matter how much she tried, Alix was unable to climb into the sidecar with only one functional foot.
"Dio Santo!" she swore under breath as she attempted one last hop but fell short yet again.
Noticing her troubles, Skip scooped her up and deposited her into the sidecar like a life-size ragdoll before clambering into the seat behind her.
“Scoot up,” he yelled over the thundering roar of the engine just as Don kicked off and the whole bike lurched forward into the deep purple night.
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Flying through the countryside in the dark was not very scenic but the freeing sensation of the wind whipping through her hair more than made up for it.
Alix felt the urge to laugh welling up inside her as they raced through the heart of the Netherlands.
Having been confined to her cot in the corner of the aid station for the better part of a month had felt like an eternity and now, heading back into the field, Alix had never felt more alive.
She wished Joe could be there with her, to experience a fraction of the joy she was feeling in that moment.
Imagining his lopsided grin as they zipped through the night brought a slew of butterflies to her stomach but she cut that train of thought off as quickly as it had come.
He clearly hadn’t been thinking about her so why should she waste her time thinking about him?
Shaking her head, the spy resolved to focus on the map by the needle-thin beam of her flashlight.
Within minutes, the road ended, leaving them at the edge of a dense patch of woods in the pitch-black night.
“I’m not liking this,” Don mumbled as the engine slowed to a purr, shaking Alix from her thoughts as Skip hopped over her shoulder, out of the sidecar.
Alix was inclined to agree.
There was a heavy stillness hanging in the air more reminiscent of a graveyard than a forest which made her uneasy.
This would be the most dangerous part of the plan, the part she had been dreading: the 4.5 mile walk in the woods to Easy's encampment in Driel.
As much as she would have preferred it, the trio couldn't risk bringing the motorcycle; its deafening roar would alert every Kraut in the nearby area of their exact position. It would have to be stashed for now and retrieved during daylight hours.
Strange shapes and shadows seemed to follow them, twisting every tree branch into a living nightmare, and the young agent found herself clutching the worn strap of her medic’s bag a little bit tighter, the security of having her weaponry available adding a dash of comfort.
Shifting her weight with a sharp exhale, she half-hobbled, half-hopped forward, keeping her injured foot hovering just above the ground to prevent accidental weight-bearing. Even with Don in the lead, forging ahead, and Skip behind her, watching her six, she still felt far too vulnerable.
“Krauts are like wolves,” she remembered her fellow Sparrow, Jennie, saying in her thick Cajun accent after a particularly rough sparring session. “They can smell your fear. Don’ let 'em.”
She wondered vaguely where Jennie was, if her missions were going well, but the white-hot pain emanating from her swollen ankle brought her back to Earth.
The burning sensation seemed to only intensify with every step of her good foot, bringing involuntary tears springing to her eyes but Alix clenched her jaw tightly, steeling herself to continue limping ahead into the darkness.
She would be strong. Strong like Jennie.
"How ya feeling, Pyro?" Skip whispered from behind her and the spy shrugged but her response came from between tightly-clenched teeth.
"I'll make it."
In front of them, Don froze, holding up a cautioning hand and signaling for the three of them to crouch.
Lowering herself gingerly to the forest floor, an involuntary whimper of pain escaped Alix's mouth the moment her swollen ankle touched the ground, muffled only by the sound of her pounding heartbeat.
The crackling of snapping twigs alerted the trio to a presence up ahead and the spy tensed, slipping her good hand into her bag in search of her weapon.
“Flash!” Don hissed and the ensuing call of ‘Thunder!’ made Alix’s shoulders sag with relief, even as a curly-haired paratrooper roughly the size of a grizzly bear appeared through the brush.
"Holy shit, Bull" Skip exhaled from behind her, putting a hand to his chest like a man in shock. "You scared us half to death!"
The larger man let out a deep chuckle and when Alix straightened up, he cocked his head in surprise.
"Pyro, ain't you s'posed to be in the hospital?"
"You gonna tell on me?" she teased and he shook his head, a toothy grin spreading across the Southerner’s face.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. We was gettin' into all sorts of mess without ya!”
"Well we can't have that!" Alix joked as she limped forward to properly greet him, wincing with every painful step.
Bull engulfed her in a bear hug so tight that Alix swore she could feel her ribs snapping like twigs before letting go and gesturing for the three to follow him back to the rest of the company.
Not wanting to fall behind her companions, Alix pulled the jump jacket from her waist and bit down hard on it as she forced herself to hobble along quicker using her bad ankle, every beat of her heart chanting the same mantra:
Keep moving. Keep moving. Keep moving.
She would not be the weak link.
But the spy made it about four or five steps before the sheer agony overwhelmed her, fire shooting up her leg as every nerve seemed to scream out in pain. She bit down on her jacket sleeve to keep from crying out and stumbled forward, nearly hitting the ground.
Skip was beside her in a flash to help but with the same reproachful look Gio had given when she'd scraped her knee bloody climbing a tree in the courtyard just before her Confirmation after their parents had specifically told her not to.
Goddammit Alix, that look seemed to say. Quit being so stubborn.
Skip hung back slightly from the group with a sympathetic smile and slung his rifle over his shoulder like it weighed no more than a feather.
“You’re gonna bust up your ankle some more if you keep that up,” he chided gently before hunching forward, gesturing to his back emphatically.
“Hop on.”
Alix shook her head, doing her best to paint on a smile but it didn't reach her eyes.
"Skipper, I'm fine."
"So you're just chomping down on your sleeve because it's tasty, huh?" Skip commented dryly, still hunched over.
"I'm gonna say it again: Hop. On."
"Hey, are y'all comin' or what?" Bull whispered from up ahead of them and Don turned around, his expression clearly irked that two of their group were lagging behind.
"Pyro, so help me God, I will stand here till the sun comes up or I get shot in the ass, whichever comes first,"
Skip insisted doggedly, his voice sounding strained from hunching so far forward.
"So will you please take me up on the piggyback ride already before my damn back breaks?"
"...Fine."
With an air of resignation, Alix relented, hopping over to her friend, who then hoisted her up onto his back with ease as they rejoined the rest of the group.
"You better be watching my six up there, Pyro," he joked about twenty minutes later.
"'Cause I promised Faye I'd come home in one piece and I don't plan on ruining my perfect record."
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hej! so first of all I'd like to thank you for all the amazing work you do, honestly you're my hero.
second, I wanted to know if you know any fanfictions with both stiles and derek point of view (preferable they being enemies at the beginning) because I've been looking for some like this and can't find. thanks!
I love alternating POV. Here's some with enemies to lovers for you.
Witch in my woods by changez
(1/1 I 5,003 I Teen)
Leaving his pack, Stiles is inexplicably drawn to the West Coast. Unbeknownst to Stiles, someone is inexplicably drawn to him.
only you can mend by bibliosexual
(1/1 I 7,226 I Mature)
The roommate part seems like the best idea of them all, at least for the first day or so of knowing him, before Stiles shows up.
Scott McCall is nineteen, athletic and cheerful with a surfer-bro kind of vibe. There’s something about his face, his goofy puppy grin and floppy hair and warm brown eyes, that reads as inherently wholesome. Derek likes that a lot. He likes the way Scott introduces himself with an easy, “Hey, man, nice to meet you,” and he likes the gentle yet firm way he shakes Derek’s hand. He’s the opposite of everyone Derek associated with in New York. He’s the kind of person Derek needs right now in his life. He’s going to be the perfect roommate.
And then there’s Stiles Stilinski.
How to Uncook an Egg by suburbanmotel
(1/1 I 15,406 I Mature)
It's all fun and games until someone gets their stupid feelings puked on.
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Derek stares. “What are you talking about, Stiles?”
Stiles groans and surges forward, mouth on Derek’s mouth, hands in Derek’s hair, on the sides of his face, the back of his neck.
“No strings attached, ok?” Stiles says, breathless, against the side of Derek’s face, his jaw, his ear. “We can do that, if that’s what you want.”
“Is that whatyouwant?” Derek says. His hands are under Stiles' shirts, sliding against smooth smooth skin, up his sides around to his back, down the notches of his spine, everything warm and smooth. “Is it?”
Stiles just kisses him hard, harder and Derek just keeps kissing him back.
Or:
Derek never stays the night. Stiles pretends he doesn’t mind.
Baby and the Body by never_love_a_wild_thing
(8/8 I 28,179 I Teen)
Stiles recreates models' Instagram photos with his baby. At a fashion show one day, he runs into the model who's pictures he uses most often (and most ironically). Somehow they work through the animosity and find a family.
From The Wreckage by orphan_account, Winchesterek
(5/5 I 58,058 I Explicit)
The only thing Stiles wanted was a little freedom. He wanted to be able to walk where he wanted in the forest, wanted to be able to do what he wanted when he wanted and most of all he wanted to be an adult, especially because he was one. The last thing he wanted was to feel trapped by the Argent's rules about curfew. He understood that there were werewolves and getting too close to the were-border was dangerous, but hell if he was going to let that stop him from having a little fun.
Needless to say, fun was overrated and all Stiles wanted was to go home to his friends and father now.
Tell Me It's a Sure Thing by ofherlionheart
(10/10 I 67,451 I Mature)
Beacon Hills is a small town, something of a supernatural haven from hunters, but only because the Nemeton exudes so much twisted energy and attracts such ugly nasties on the regular that no hunter wants to get within a hundred miles of it. It is the hollow sanctuary where Derek and Lydia, like many others before and after them, ended up after fleeing from the nightmare of their old lives.
Then M. Stiles Stilinski arrives. Bodies begin to appear, hunters become bold enough to venture across town lines, and secrets begin to surface. But somehow, in spite of the growing chaos … Stiles is making it better.
You Don't Always Get What You Want by deadly_nightshade, Nerdy_fangirl_57
(7/? I 63,105 I Mature)
Stiles doesn't understand what he could have done to deserve this. Not only has the entire student body been out to get him since he first stepped foot into Beacon Hills High, but now he has to endure the constant bullying without his best friend Scott by his side. All in all school is survivable, even with all the harassment. That is until he finds out that Derek Hale, basketball superstar and Stiles' most persistent bully, is apparently his soulmate. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Derek can't believe this. It has to be a joke, it has to, because there is no way in hell that a freak like Stilinski could ever be his soulmate. He despises him more than anyone in the universe. So what if Derek thinks he has a cute nose, no one needs to know. Besides it doesn't matter anyway, he still hates Stilinski with every fiber of his being, his cute nose doesn't change a thing.
let slip the dogs of war by creationmyth
(12/12 I 86,920 I Explicit)
He stares at himself in the mirror. His cheeks are faintly blotchy, flush sparsely coloring down his neck. His eyes look glassy and half-crazed. “Get it the fuck together,” he growls lowly to his reflection. “You loseeverything. Get fucking used to it.”
He can’t stop thinking about it. How Derek looked at him, said his name reverently rather than disdainfully.
Stiles sits on the shower floor, shivering even though the spray is far too hot. He keeps replaying the words over and over -sometimes the person someone shows us and the person we choose to see are two different people.
For the first time, Stiles takes a moment to seriously consider that perhaps he has never known Derek Hale at all.
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Someone Who Loves You Wouldn't Do This
Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50707519
by Anonymous
Everyone heads out the warehouse after saving Jackson from being a Kanima, too worried on everything that was going on to realize they left Stiles behind. Peter, sees it all happen. It does not sit right with him.
“They don't care about you.” He says, not unkindly, just stating a fact. He ignores the discomfort he feels at having to be the one to break that news to him.
Stiles falters.
“C’mon Stiles, you are the smart one. You have to see they do not care about you, the signs are there.”
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Whumptober Day 2: “They don't care about you.”
Whumptober Day 17: “Leave me alone.”
Whumptober Alternate day 15: Reluctant Whumper
Words: 4300, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Whumptober 2023
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale (mentioned)
Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Manipulative Peter Hale, ish, Protective Peter Hale, Good Peter Hale, Warning: Gerard Argent, Warning: Kate Argent, Mentioned Kate Argent, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Stiles Stilinksi is Pushed Out of the Pack, Season/Series 02, Whump, Peter Begrudgingly Cares, Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Pre-Relationship, Stiles is left alone after the whole Kanima thing, Peter Hale Takes Care of Stiles Stilinski, Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Stiles got Tortured when he got taken by Gerard, Peter gives Stiles a Reality Check, He says some harsh things but Stiles needed to hear them, Angst with a Happy Ending
Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50707519
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Uninvited
Jax Teller & Platonic!OFC (Diedra Lowman)
Inspired by Day 16 of the August Prompts: watermelon
Warnings: language, alcohol, my favorite low-stakes rivalry
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: I feel like these two are just destined to be the characters I go to for any fruit-based prompts because I definitely used them for cherry for the July Prompts last year lmao. I just enjoy writing these two annoying the life out of each other. Enjoy! xo
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Summer meant that the typical Sunday dinners at Gemma’s started to take on a bit of a different look. SAMCRO barbeques on quiet weekends made for some of the best nights of the summer. It was just the club and family, a lot less chaos than when everyone got together at the clubhouse. There was still plenty of drinking, a lot of good food, and the opportunity to feel a little farther away from the chaos of it all. For the most part, club drama didn’t make it past Gemma’s property line.
“Juice show up yet?” Jax walked into the house, a case of beer in each hand.
Gemma shook her head, “No, I think he’s still at the store with the girls.”
“Both of ‘em?”
Gemma paused her motions, looking over at Jax with a curious look, “I assumed so. Why? Something happen with him and Kota?”
“No. I just didn’t know if Diedra was gonna show up.”
Gemma immediately eased, chuckling as she got back to getting food prepped, “You’re gonna have to work harder if you wanna scare her away, sweetheart. She’s Happy’s kid—her tolerance is pretty high.”
He let out a shocked laugh, “I’m not trying to do anything. She’s the one who doesn’t like any—”
“She doesn’t like you,” Gemma cut him off, correcting him with a knowing smile, “She’s got no problem with anyone else right now.”
“Right now,” Jax mumbled.
“It’s ‘right now’ for all of us, isn’t it?”
His sigh turned into a small laugh, “I guess.”
She waved him out of the kitchen and towards the door that led to the back yard, “Go put those in the coolers. I’ll let you know when they get here so you can help them carry everything in.”
It wasn’t too much later when Gemma heard the sound of Diedra’s car pulling into the driveway. She peaked out the window just to be sure, but it was only moments before she saw both of the Lowman girls, and Juice, all getting out of the car and starting to grab the grocery bags filled with snacks and other miscellaneous supplies.
Wiping her hands off, she walked over to the back door, opening it and sticking her head out just enough to find Jax. She called out to him, “You’re up, Jax. Leave Tig alone on the grill and come make yourself useful.”
There was a smile on his face as he shook his head, making his way across the yard and back into the house. Gemma patted him gently on the back as he made his way towards the front door. He was pulling it open just as Dakota went to push it from the other side, almost causing her to topple and fall completely onto him.
“Shit,” Jax carefully caught her by the arm, “Sorry.”
Dakota laughed, huffing out a breath to get a stray lock of hair out of her face, “All good! You can make up for it by going and grabbing the last of the bags from the car.”
He chuckled as he slipped past her, “You got it.”
He and Juice exchanged a nod in greeting as they walked by each other. He had a couple bags hanging off of each arm, and when Jax’s gaze finally made it to Diedra’s car, he saw that she was about to do the same thing just to avoid having to make another trip back out to the car. He saw the way she was trying to calculate how to carry all of the bags, as well as the few things they’d gotten that wouldn’t fit in the little reusable grocery bags Gemma had sent them off with.
“Need a hand?” he offered.
She looked over at him, shrugging as she contemplated her answer, “Don’t know, think you’re strong enough to help me with a couple of these?”
“I think I can handle some grocery bags, yea.”
“Alright,” she nodded, looking over the things that she had left in her trunk. She was very particular about the two that she chose and handed over to him. He was getting ready to reach and grab another one when Diedra tossed the watermelon to him, “Think fast.”
“Jesus Christ,” he managed to catch it before it fell to the ground, but he couldn’t not shake his head at her, “Seriously, Di?”
“What?” she laughed as she looped her fingers through the loops of the last couple bags and shut the trunk of her car, “You caught it—it’s all good.”
“Right,” he rolled his eyes as he watched her quickly make her way up the steps of Gemma’s house.
He was only a couple steps behind Diedra, both of them landing in the kitchen to set their bags down. Gemma looked through the bags quickly, figuring out which ones needed to stay in the kitchen, and what ones could be brought right to the back yard and unpacked there.
Gemma was handing off bags to them to take outside when she pulled Diedra in for a quick hug, “Thanks for picking all this stuff up, sweetheart. Really appreciate it.”
Diedra smiled, nodding, “No problem, Gem. Whatever you need. Besides,” she nodded towards the back door that Juice and her sister had just gone through, “Made Juice Box over there do most of the heavy lifting. Let him feel extra important.”
Gemma laughed, “That’s very nice of you,” she handed a bag to her, “Bring this out there for me?”
She nodded, “Yea, you got it.”
Diedra was out the door when Gemma turned back to Jax, who was still shaking his head at the young woman who’d just left. Gemma couldn’t help but to mirror his gesture. The two of them looked at each other from across the small island in her kitchen, and Gemma was waiting patiently for Jax to make whatever comment he was smart enough not to make to Diedra’s face.
“I don’t get how her and her sister are related—Kota’s so nice.”
“Di’s nice too, when she wants to be.”
Jax raised his eyebrows, “No wonder you two get along so well.”
Gemma pointed her knife at him, “Better watch it when I’ve got so many weapons so close,” she laughed as Jax held his hands up in mock surrender. Motioning to the watermelon that Diedra had tossed at him not too long before, she said, “Wanna take that out back for me? I’ll put the rest of this stuff away.”
Jax made his way out into the back yard to see that Juice and Kota had already gotten most of the snacks and everything set up. Diedra was grabbing beers for the three of them when Jax came over to the table they were standing at, carefully setting down the one item Gemma had asked him to take care off. He found himself standing next to Diedra, each of them looking at the other waiting for them to say something.
“Oh, Juice,” Dakota rested one hand on the outside of his arm, “could you run into the house and grab a knife that we can slice that with, please?”
Ever since he met her, there had never been a time that Juice would ever tell Dakota no. He nodded, and was already about to take a step back towards the house but Diedra motioned for him to stay put. “Don’t bother,” she took a swig of her beer, “I got it.”
All three of them looked at her, wondering what she was going to do next. Dakota half expected Diedra to just pull a knife out of her boot to slice the thing with. But, instead of doing that, Diedra reached across the front of Jax’s waist, the close contact making his eyes go wide for a moment as he tried to figure out what she was doing. Even one-handed, she easily undid the snap of the sheath for Jax’s knife that was always hanging off his hip. Before he could think to move and stop her, she pulled it out and sliced right into the fruit on the table in front of them. Juice was trying to stifle his laughter just for the sake of Jax’s ego, but Dakota didn’t share the same reservation as she laughed at the entire scene that had just unfolded. Jax looked dumbfounded as Diedra maneuvered the blade with ease even with just one hand, the other still wrapped around the neck of her beer bottle.
“Really, Di?” Jax shook his head as he snatched the blade back from her, “Couldn’t use your own?”
She shrugged, “I could’ve, but I’d rather use yours,” she saw the look on his face and joked, “C’mon, Teller, what else are you gonna use that thing for today, hm?”
“Might just use it on you before the day is out,” he muttered as he wiped the blade off on his jeans.
“Well,” she took another sip of her beer, “At least it’ll smell like watermelon.”
Jax couldn’t wipe the bewildered look off of his face, “There is something so wrong with you, I swear.”
She motioned back and forth between herself and her sister, “We’re Lowman’s. There’s something wrong with all of us,” she left it at that as she walked off towards the grill where Tig and Happy both were, Jax heading back towards the house.
When it was just the two of them left, Juice turned to look at Dakota, “Gonna be honest, I thought she was gonna do that thing where you break it with your thighs.”
Dakota laughed, shaking her head, “I mean, I’m sure she could, but that’s definitely not the best way to do that. Plus, that wouldn’t get under Jax’s skin nearly as much. He’d probably be into it.”
“You think he’s going back in there to tell Gemma not to invite her any more?”
She couldn’t stop laughing as she leaned against him, “Oh, definitely.”
#soa#sons of anarchy#sons of anarchy imagine#soa imagine#jax teller#jax teller x oc#oc diedra#oc diedra lowman#my writing#august prompts#fanfiction#drabblesmc
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This Damn Stump.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/53166829
by MoonChild15
Stiles did not sign up for this, okay. He didn't ask for a tree stump to talk to him through a Astral Plane. Did it still happen? Of course it did, not many things go Stiles way anyway.
Words: 3961, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), The Nemeton (Teen Wolf), Talia Hale, Peter Hale, Laura Hale, Cora Hale, Allison Argent, Chris Argent, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Camden Lahey, The Hale Family (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski & Stiles Stilinski, The Nemeton & Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & The Hale Family, Stiles Stilinski & The Hale Family, Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd & Isaac Lahey & Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd & Erica Reyes & Stiles Stilinski
Additional Tags: Claudia Stilinski Feels, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Magical Claudia Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Sad with a Happy Ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Open to Interpretation, Derek Hale is a Softie, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Everyone Is Alive, Allison Argent Lives, The Hale Family Lives (Teen Wolf), Erica Reyes Lives, Vernon Boyd Lives, Dead Claudia Stilinski
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53166829
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