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On this day in Stydia history...
The way Lydia's head turned towards the door the moment Stiles walked into the room.
(January 5, 2016)
#stydia#stiles and lydia#stiles#lydia martin#teen wolf#The Last Chimera#5x11#on this day in stydia history#she felt him#like the sun came out#unspoken connection#tethered#ugh...his face!!#he is wrecked over her#that's love#that's my otp#remember I love queue
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WOW.
That anon is way outta line! SO rude to send messages like that and they know it too if not they would of messaged you direct not on ANON and then saying it's not meant to be rude??
Don't ever stop posting all the posts you make, seriously they make you happy and that's the best part enjoying the episode so much you just can't wait to post. Your edits are gorgeous too and you come up with great parallels to post!
I don't get people like that anon saying you post everything and then there's nothing left to post? Just cause you've posted it doesn't mean they can't? There's plenty of people who will reblog scenes over and over again happens all the time!
Not to mention you could do a scene your way e.g 540px and they might do it the smaller way or the other way around or even smaller text, different fonts/colouring the list goes on to what you can do to make it different!
DON'T EVER FEEL GUILTY FOR LOVING YOUR SHOW SO MUCH YOU POST YOUR AMAZING EDITS RIGHT AWAY! <3
AWWWWW THANK YOU FOR THIS NICE MESSAGE YOU'RE AN ACTUAL ANGEL I HOPE YOUR DAY IS GOING AMAZING!! :')
Years ago, we were begging for more people to gif chenford when it was just a handful of us!! I remember begging stydia giffers "HEY LET ME CONVERT YOU" LOLOL and now I'm giffing chenford too much??? That's low-key beautiful! I'm happy there are so many of us now!!
But I think it's important to remember that we're making these little moving pictures for fun! Working 60 hours a week requires so much scheduling and perfection that I like to have a place where I'm just CHAOTIC!!! GIFGIFGIFGIF!! Typos??? MY BEST FRIEND LMAO
But @ that other anon, I want to reiterate again to please don't feel like you can't make something just because it's already been giffed! I mean, I definitely wouldn't purposely recreate the exact same thing someone else made, but scenes are scenes! Parallels are parallels! The more the merrier!
I think we should all make a pact to reblog alllllll the chenford things (PSSST I TRACK #USERTIMLUCY) no matter how many gif sets are out there :') They are a ship that will go down in tv history and they deserve all the love. If too many gifs are a problem, I think it's a lovely one to have, especially considering where we started 🥹
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Hey my love do you know of any good crossovers with Grimm
I sure do!
Necessary Menace by ConorMacNessa
(2/2 I 2,225 I General I Nick/Adalinde)
As the dust settles after the great to- do with Monroe, the sheriff's department gets in a new detective, one with a great record with solving "odd" cases.
This Town is Full of Monsters (Pretending to be Human Beings) by mrsvc
(1/1 I 4,122 I Teen I Sterek)
Nick and Monroe visit Beacon Hills, meet the pack, and maybe everything makes more sense than everyone previously thought.
Grimm In training by jamesm97
(11/11 I 10,755 I Teen I Sterek)
"All my life I have known about the supernatural, my high school best friend was a werewolf, I dated a banshee and a were-coyote but this takes the cake" Stiles seethes.
"I know this is a lot to handle.."
"A lot to handle, last week I passed my detective exam and got shipped to Portland I started this morning and now your telling me I'm a Grimmy, what the hell is that any way?" Stiles asks waving his gun in the air.
"It's a er Grimm actually" Rosalee says.
"No offence but could you possibly put the gun down?" Monroe asks.
"When theirs a werewolf in the room I don't think so" Stiles shouts.
Runs in the Family by Lady Angel (dameange)
(1/1 I 12,646 I Mature I Sterek)
As a project for his history class, Stiles goes in search of his mother’s family. After all, he knows a lot about the Stilinskis (German, arrived in New York in the 1800s), but his mother’s family was small and far-flung. Luckily, he finds a distant cousin only a state away in Portland, Oregon. Even better, he’s a cop (a detective really) by the name of Nick Burkhardt.
Endless Circles by lilithduvare
(2/? I 15,936 I Mature I Sterek)
He was one of them, one of the Chosen who could see what no one else could - the darkness inside, the real monster within. It was his calling, his legacy, his duty, his life as a Grimm.
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Everything started with perfect Lydia's pretty face morphing into something truly hideous and terrifying, and went downhill from there to the point where Stiles was left with nothing but an overprotective father who was never there and his mysteriously deceased mother's legacy that turned lost him everything.
Life finds a way by ChazMoon123
(6/? I 22,626 I Mature I Stydia)
Investigating the mysterious death of a young girl, Nick finds himself in a whole new territory of weird and unusual.
A Family Curse by ExcaliburStuckInMyStoneHeart
(22/22 I 35,388 I Teen I Rosalee/Monroe)
Stiles' Dad ships him over to Portland because Stiles has been lying to him and he keeps getting into unwanted police trouble. So Stiles' father signed him up for a police internship. However the trouble magnet encountered trouble on his first day, unsurprisingly. Were-lizards are a thing?
No, what Stiles doesn't realize is his family has a curse. He's a Grimm, but he doesn't know.
A Grimm Visit by akuma_river
(10/16 I 40,877 I Mature I Sterek)
Stiles penchant for trouble shows itself when his father takes him to Portland to get him out of Beacon Hills while he works a case with Portland PD. Unfortunately for Stiles Portland has thousands of Wesen and he can see them.
The Grimm of Beacon Hills by leOldMurders
(1/1 I 45,182 I Mature I Sterek)
After the stuff with Jackson, Stiles goes home and finds something in his room. Its completely not human and all disgusting, and he kills it by accident, totally freaking out afterwards. His dad tells him that he's a Grimm from his mothers side, and everything changes. Stiles has to help Beacon Hills with the Vessen community, while keeping his true heritage a secret from the pack
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OUR PACK IS THE BEST!! <3
I literally love everything about this.
They're all so clever and so smart and so cute and just have such good teamwork and I LOVE OUR MCCALL PACK! <3 <3
Okay, for starters, that whole little planning and set-up of the lake house plan was so clever and so cute. This is a small thing, but at the start of their little talk, Stiles's immediate defense of Malia ripping up the basement, and that cute little supportive smile he gives her, was just so wholesome and I love them. And then Lydia saying she's "done with high school boys" (which, valid, frankly, given her relationship history), and then turning to Kira and Kira's immediate awkwardness like...
And then KIRA OMG. She's gorgeous, obviously, and she played the foxy fox beautifully, but it was also so unBELIEVABLY Kira to trip and fall down the stairs. Good thing Liam's a hormonal teenage werewolf or that definitely could've backfired. But luckily, it still worked!
And then the intervention at the lake house (("Think of it like an intervention, Liam. You have a problem." "And we're the only ones that can help." Sciles finishing each other's sentences ANYWAYS.), and everyone going through what they are and then there's Stiles.
"Uh, for a little while I was possessed by an evil spirit. It was very evil."
"What are you now?"
"Better?"
I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!! XD XD <3 <3 (Though, as a very quick aside, anger issues and werewolf-ing do not mix, so THAT'S disconcerting...)
And then, after all of that, I really appreciate how quickly they all reacted, and how well they all worked together, when they hit emergency mode. Scott and Kira immediately grabbing Liam to get him to the boathouse (Scira! <3), Malia immediately calling for Stiles and him being super quick to grab her and get her to the basement (Stalia! <3), and then that fun little interaction between Stiles and Lydia (Stydia! <3 Stalia can be adorable and I can still have my OTP, okay? XD)...
"Lydia, who throws the best parties in Beacon Hills?"
"What? Me, obviously!"
"Okay. Then throw a party."
And I bet that's exactly what she's gonna do, because she rocks.
I mean it's just...
THEY ALL WORK SO WELL TOGETHER AND THEY'VE ALL GOTTEN SO GOOD AT THIS AND THEY ALL HAVE EACH OTHER'S BACKS AND THEY'RE JUST SUCH A GOOD TEAM AND IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS BUT I LOVE THEM OKAY?!
MCCALL PACK ALL DAY LONG!! <3 <3 <3
In other news, really not loving that we have an assassin to deal with, but I am loving the Derek and Noah team-ups and dynamics, because that's all kinds of fun since Sciles is a LITTLE busy to be helping with that whole situation at the moment.
Anyways!
MCCALL PACK ALL DAY EVERY DAY!! <3 <3
(100% not from this season (I can tell by Dylan and Shelley’s haircuts lol), but it's all five of them and I love them, so... <3 <3 <3 <3)
#scott mccall#stiles stilinski#sciles#lydia martin#kira yukimura#malia tate#malia hale#stalia#stydia#scira#liam dunbar#mccall pack#literally the best#i freaking love the mccall pack#i say it all the time#but like#they're just so perfect#and they all love and care about each other so much#and it's what makes them such a good team#mccall pack for the win#we can do this#i hope#teen wolf#teen wolf season 4#4x4
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Lizy’s Ultimate Shipper Challenge: “Like An Old Married Couple” Ships [3/4] Stiles and Lydia
Stiles: Remember you were the first girl I ever danced with. Remember how I had a crush on you freshman year, sophomore year, junior year. Remember how you saved my life.
Lydia: You saved my life too.
Stiles: Remember I love you.
#yeah yeah I know I just gave this show shit the other day but c'mon they're great#Stydia#Stiles#Lydia Martin#Teen Wolf#I cannot tell you why this gifset looks so much better than others I've done#also I've been trying to do teasing quotes for the old married couples but I think this quote shows their history you know?#my ship challenge
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Stydia- “God am I still dreaming?”
“God, am I still dreaming?” Stiles drawled, lazily watching Lydia emerge from the bathroom in a red wrap dress.
“No, but you’ll be dead if you don’t get up,” Lydia replied, saccharine sweet, tapping a fingernail against his leg.
Whenever Stiles went through manic periods at the FBI headquarters, he always inevitably crashed and flopped down on their bed to sleep for what felt like a millennium. This, Lydia understood. They got each other to pace themselves and create some semblance of a healthy work-life balance (as healthy as they could, given their history with horror lurking around every corner for three years straight), but his current lethargy really did not help right now.
Despite dodging the event for the last two years, Lydia was now required to attend an event at the university. A night where professors got to mingle and, essentially, gloat about their often subpar papers making it into scientific magazines no one read. If there was someone actually permitted to gloat, it was Lydia. She preferred to let her actions speak louder than her words though; she screamed enough already.
Alas, the president of MIT had cornered her in her office, begged her to come by and say a few words. And so, Lydia had said: “Only if my husband can come as well.”
Which now led to this predicament.
Stiles groaned. “Lyds, I love you, but I’m pretty fucking sure I slept a total of one hour in the past three days. I’m physically, mentally, emotionally—”
“You seem pretty chatty to me.”
“—and spiritually unable to go to this… intellectual jerk-off event.”
Lydia blinked. “That’s an excellent way to phrase it, actually. Unfortunately, you married one. So…” She patted his leg again. “Get up.”
The man rolled on his side and flailed one arm as though motioning her to come close. The idea of snuggling with him enthralled her far more than the plans for the night, but she knew she’d get side-eyed for months if she didn’t go. Passive aggression was her thing, not the other way around. Giving in a little, she sat at the edge of the bed and gently curled her hand in his hair.
“You do look like a dream, baby,” Stiles whispered.
Her lips pursed, fighting off a silly smile. “Hm?”
“Lay down with me.”
“I can’t. We can’t.” Her tone didn’t hold much conviction, but she had to put her foot down. Allowing her fingers to caress his cheek one time, she then stood up and said, “Wear your good suit. We’ll stay for one hour.”
Stiles stuck his thumb in the air. “Sure, sure.”
Her eyes narrowed. “If you’re not ready in thirty minutes, I’ll reveal your real name to the entire board of MIT.”
Stiles fell out of bed with a squeak and jumped upright. “I’m up! I’m up!”
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For the character ask thing:
Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski :)
You would, lol 😘
Derek Hale
overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*
opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll (LOOK, HE'S COMPLEX, OKAY?) / the problematic fav
otp(s): Chris. That is all, goodbye. *chugs away on the Dergent train* *toots horn*
other ship(s): I like him with Paige in an awww-look-at-how-cute-they-are, sweet teen romance kinda way. I REALLY liked him with Jennifer... until we found out who/what she actually was. I also kinda shipped him with Jackson the first time I watched Seasons 1 & 2. (Please don't judge me, lol.)
#noromo ship(s): Scott, Cora, Isaac, Braeden (sorry, Jen! 😬), Stiles (sorry, Ellie!), and... that's about it, I think? The poor guy needs more friends. Geez.
crack ship(s): So... I have this weird little crack ship between him and Caroline Forbes from TVD. No idea how that happened, lol... but like? I kinda love it? (Actually, I think it happened because I learned that Tyler Hoechlin and Candice Accola dated in high school, and I saw some adorable pics of them together, and my brain just went wild with it... but, I mean, who doesn't like a good werewolf/vampire crossover, right?)
fav headcanon(s):
He doesn't like sleeping with someone else in the bed because: a) he gets nightmares, and he's afraid of lashing out and accidentally hurting the other person in his sleep; b) it brings back unwanted memories of Kate, which then tends to trigger nightmares; and c) he's terrified to let himself be that vulnerable with anyone.
He tends to be so spartan with his living space because he believes it's better not to get too attached to his "home" or anything in it, just in case it all happens to go up in flames... again. (WHY ARE ALL MY DEREK HEADCANONS SO SAD?! GOOD GRIEF.)
Okay, here's a less depressing one: Derek acknowledges in canon that the triskele represents Alpha-Beta-Omega - as well as the Sun-Moon-Truth part of Satomi's mantra - but it actually has a much deeper meaning for his family. The triskele is the Hale pack symbol because Derek's family history is intertwined with that of the ancient druids (in terms of both blood and purpose); to his ancestors, the three prongs primarily stood for creation-protection-destruction (a revelation which plays a big role in my post-S6 continuation AU).
Derek is a prolific reader, and he has a huge soft spot for early-modern and modern literature; he probably wouldn't ever tell anyone this, but he sometimes thinks that maybe, just maybe, had the fire not happened, he might have gone to college and earned a degree in English... and perhaps even become a teacher/professor one day.
Stiles Stilinski
overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*
opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll (I LIKE THE COMPLICATED ONES, OBVIOUSLY.) / the problematic fav
otp(s): Unapologetically 100% Stydia trash.
other ship(s): Nope. No thank you. *Stiles voice* "You wanna hear it in Spanish? No."
#noromo ship(s): Scott (BROTP), Papa Stilinski (their relationship is very important to me), Mama Mccall (this relationship is also very near and dear to my heart), Malia, Erica, Derek (annoyances-to-allies is a very entertaining trope, and these two do it delightfully well, but that's the full extent of their relationship potential for me)
crack ship(s): Roscoe, all the way. One of the best romances in the whole series, tbh. 😂 (Roscoe is the Jeep, for anyone who might be confused.) "Blue is just pretty." Awww. 💙
fav headcanon(s):
Stiles has druid blood/ancestry; he trains with Deaton and eventually becomes the emissary to Scott's pack.
He sleeps with a baseball bat next to his bed for the rest of his life (even after he is issued a sidearm for work); he never learns to play baseball, but that bat does save his life on several occasions.
When he finally works up the nerve to propose to Lydia, he does so by tying a yellow string around her finger (yellow stands for "to be determined" on his crime board). At their wedding, he replaces the yellow string with a proper wedding ring, featuring an emerald (green stands for "solved") set against aquamarine (because blue "is just pretty"... but aquamarine also happens to be Lydia's birthstone).
Lydia is STRICTLY FORBIDDEN from throwing out ANY of his flannels, EVER, on PAIN of DEATH; naturally, whenever one of them gets so threadbare that she can no longer bear to look at it, Lydia bribes one of the other pack members to dispose of it, so she can truthfully claim she herself didn't do the heinous deed. Try as he might, Stiles is never able to catch any of them in the act.
send me a character and i’ll respond with...
#sterekxhale#tumblr friends#answered ask#headcanons#shipping#fictional characters#derek hale#stiles stilinski#teen wolf#long post#i pretty much love these losers equally#but with stiles it's more like 'ah! my goofball son!'#whereas with derek it's more like 'oh no! who gave my son permission to grow a beard and get really hot?!'
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Okay quick thing: modern peaky au where you're studying from home during lockdown and it's the first day of the semester
I just could come up with this one's, feel free to add your idea in the comments ✨💖 i started college today, so yey! I love you all, sorry for being nowhere to be found
Masterlist
Michael
Michael would definitely wake up at the same time because he'd have a zoom meeting with Tommy
But still, he'd go to the bakery down the street to bring you your favourite pastries (mine is definitely a pastry called santiagueña ugh 🤤)
When he enters the house, he goes up to your desk where you're already taking notes and already drowning in projects
Because I REFUSE to believe Michael is dating someone who's not doing an artistic career
Like you're definitely studying Journalism and having to write hundred papers, and he knows he'll have to give you his opinion
He's always making you tea, coffee or whatever you need.
HE MAKES YOU SANDWICHES IF HE HAS TIME. HE TOTALLY DOES.
"Aren't you busy?" "For you? Never."
John
There's no way NO WAY John is going tk wake up before you.
No. It just WON'T happen.
But we KNOW he'd wake up at half past nine, quarter for ten and he's quick to get coffee ready for you
He'd make you turn off your camera from your zoom class just to kiss you
"Good morning to you too, sleepyhead." "I don't know how you do this." "I like what I'm doing, so it's not that bad."
John is SO dating someone who's studying to become a teacher, either your mother language or history
John would LOVE to hear you tell him about new things they taught yoj
"Learned something new and interesting?" "Yes! I learned that..." And he'd be hearing totally in love with heart eyes and all
He'd make you pasta for lunch if you're too busy, because he wants to spend a little bit of time with you before diving deep into a zoom meeting with, of course, Tommy.
Tommy
Tommy has definitely his housekeepers and chefs and blah blah blah making you breakfast
He won't tell you he loves you, but he brings you breakfast so you can spend a little bit of awake time with him
"I asked them to make you toast, but this is not even warm-" "Tommy, this is how I like my toast." "But... This is not toasted." "They're mine, Tom. I like them soft."
He would spend just a little bit of time with you, and would just drink his coffee (a little bit quicker than you, but still holding his free hand over you)
He'd get changed and would kiss your forehead
"I have a meeting, if you need anything, come in without hesitation, yeah?" "You'll help me with anatomy, Tom?" "Uhm... Maybe I could teach you one or two things." "Oh my, what a gentleman, well thank you." "Have a nice first day, love."
He'd take you out for dinner that same day
Maybe he's dating someone who's studying to become a doctor, maybe a pediatrician.
He definitely met you at the ER because Arthur played fight with John and he hit his head
Finn
Modern Finny is starting college too, but he's studying English
So he'd make two coffees and would sit infront of you, his google teams already open
You're studying English too, but you're one year ahead of him, so you sometimes help him
"Do I really have to read Dorian Gray's portrait? Oscar Wilde kills me, he's so... Pompous." "Pompous?" "Yes, with all his fancy words... I would... Ugh, I just hate him."
The first weekend after the first week of college, you both already have books to read so he comes up with a picnic in his backyard, so you can be productive together
"Okay, okay, listen this sentence, it's genius!"
Arthur
He'd look at you from his newspaper like this, after you'd come down still in your pajamas and with a tired face
"I have two weeks to come up with a building prototype. Can you please kill me?" "Good morning to you too, love."
You're definitely studying architecture, and he has guaranteed you a place in the family business, because he's low-key a sugar daddy
He'd buy you anything you need for your prototypes, projects, and layouts. Pasta? Crayons? Glue? Shimmering metallic paint? A cow? He buys it.
"You did it?" "It's a piece of shit, so yes." "Are you serious? It's amazing. I would live there." "You think so?" "I would love to become tiny and use it as my house."
Ok but if you are married and stuff, he would build you a house that you designed
Alfie
I keep thinking of Alfie being a teacher but I don't have the energy to dive into that right now
Ok but if you're studying paleontology he'd be listening with heart eyes
He's also amazing with maths, so he'd help you with anything
"You write this... Then bring this up to here... And... There you go, kid." "You did it. You fucker... I spent two hours!" "What? Like it was hard?" "I hate you." "I love you too."
Watching Jurassic Park with him is listening to him constantly asking about what kind of dinosaur is in the scene
If you're reading about a new one being discovered in a foreign country he'd take you there so you could experience it first hand.
@deepdonutkid @a-golden-sunflower-vol-6 @stydia-4-ever @natural-hearts @lovemissyhoneybee @girlwith-kalei-do-scope-eyes @peakyrogers @writeroutoftime @peakyxtommy @nyotamalfoy @pinkeijin @lukeymybabe @eternallyvenus @anchy-bananchy @peakyswritings
#michael gray#thomas shelby#arthur shelby#peaky blinder fanfic#finn shelby#peaky fucking blinders#tommy shelby#alfie solomons#arthur shelby imagine#finn shelby imagine#peaky blinders au
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A Very Colin Christmas - Colin Shea x reader
Ch.4 - A Holy Jolly Christmas
ch.1 ch.2 ch.3
a/n - hey lovely people!! here’s the fourth chapter, and a reminder that tomorrow there’s no chapter and friday will be the last one, so happy Christmas eve eve to those who celebrate, enjoy!<3
Summary: Slowly but surely, you discover why Colin was so apprehensive about having his family over, and also realize something you should’ve realized long ago...
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: curse words, angst if you squint
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The next day, it was the morning of Christmas eve, and you figured you should do some grocery shopping before stores close down for the holidays, so you put on your clothes and headed out of the apartment, locking the door behind you and turning around to –
"Good morning," Eleanor was standing in the threshold of Colin's apartment, the morning newspaper in her hand.
"Good morning," you answered with a smile you hoped didn't look too fake.
"Who lives there?" she asked.
"Just, uh… my friend," you shifted uncomfortably. "I um, this morning I got a text to… come help her, and now we're done and it's still pretty early so I figured I wouldn't bother you. I was just going home to change."
"Alright, we'll see you later I assume," she stated.
"Of course," you smiled awkwardly and went down the stairs as quickly as you could. Once you were out of the building you started heading to the shop, and as you were walking you pulled out your phone to call Colin. He didn't answer, and you sighed in frustration before putting your phone back in your bag. You hoped he had enough sense to handle it on his own.
While you were shopping, there were some interesting developments at Colin's.
"Colin," Eleanor barged into his room and opened the curtain. "I think your girlfriend is cheating on you."
It took his foggy brain a second to register her words. "What?"
"I don't think you can trust her," she crossed her hands on her chest.
"Good morning to you too," he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"Colin, I'm being serious, I-"
"I know mom, let me just wake up for a few minutes and we can talk about it, alright?"
"Fine," she said, her lips drawn into a thin line and left the room. Colin sighed groggily and went to get dressed and brush his teeth. He didn't know what the fuck his mom was talking about, but he sure as hell was going to stall as much as he could without knowing.
When he went into the kitchen, she was there. Obviously.
"There you are! So this morning I went out to bring the newspaper."
"Anything interesting in it?" he asked as he started making himself a coffee.
"No, but listen to this – when I was in the hallway the door opposite opened, and guess who came out? Your girlfriend, Colin. It was your girlfriend."
It took all of his willpower not to burst into laughter on the spot. Instead, he frowned. "What did she say?"
"That her friend was living there and needed help. But I'm not buying it," she shook her head. "She looked very suspicious."
"Well, she's telling the truth mom," he smiled. "Her friend is living there. She introduced us, actually," he lied casually.
"Oh," Eleanor frowned. "Okay then."
Only when she left Colin could allow himself to snicker into his coffee. That was close.
When you came back with your groceries, you prayed Eleanor wouldn't see you, since you couldn't excuse that away if she had. But thankfully, the hallway was empty, and you let yourself into your apartment without any more awkward encounters.
You shot Colin a text asking him when he wanted you to "arrive" at his place, and he said that in about an hour or so. That gave you just enough time to take a long shower and almost forget about the morning.
An hour later, fresh out of the shower, you knocked on Colin's door. Eleanor opened the door, and she smiled a tight-lipped smile as she ushered you in.
You both sat down in the living room, Colin and his dad nowhere in sight. You assumed they were both somewhere in the house and simply didn't hear you arrive, but you thought asking where they were was maybe a little tactless as Eleanor led the way to the living room, sitting down seemingly eager to talk to you.
"So," she started, "how did you and Colin meet?"
"Oh, um," you fumbled over your words for a second trying to come up with a convincing story, "I met him at a gig of his. I thought his music was great and when we got to know each other I realized how great he was himself," you smiled.
"Really? That's funny, because Colin told me your friend from across the hall was the one who introduced you…" she trailed off in an unsaid question.
Your heart was racing as you tried to keep up with your lies, but you didn't let it show. "Well, she actually did. She was the one who brought me to see his show that night. When she told me her neighbor was a musician I was a little skeptical, but we both had a great time. After the show she took me backstage and introduced us, and the rest is history," you channeled your relief into a smile.
"Grilling her already, mom?" Colin said from behind you and you resisted the urge to sigh in relief as he came to sit beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
"We were just having a conversation, son," she chuckled.
You chuckled as well, trying to diffuse the tension. "Yeah, I was just telling her about the night we met, when we were at that gig of yours."
"Oh yeah, it's a cute story," he smiled at you.
"When are Andy, Laurie and Jacob coming for dinner?" you asked in an attempt to change the subject before it gets awkward.
"They should be here at around six," Colin replied.
"Oh, you know Andy's a lawyer, right?" Eleanor asked you.
"Yes, we talked about it last night," you chuckled embarrassedly.
"Ah, of course! Anyway, I'm just wondering why his brother here doesn't follow in his footsteps," she reached forward as if sharing a secret with you. "You know, if you ever want to start a family, a steady income is very important."
"Well, we haven't even moved in yet, Eleanor," you were getting a little pissed now. "I'd say I have no say in what Colin chooses to do or not do, right?"
"Of course, I'm just worried about my little boy," she smiled at Colin and he returned what looked more like a grimace than a smile.
"You shouldn't be," you said, "he's wonderful," you looked at him and smiled genuinely.
"Awww, thank you," he said playfully, and you giggled.
"You two are such a cute couple," William, Colin's father said as he entered the room, sitting next to Eleanor.
"Yeah, you are," she agreed with him.
You and Colin just smiled at them. You didn't know what he was thinking, but what you yourself were thinking terrified you. I wish we were.
Soon enough everyone was there and you could start on the Christmas dinner, which was mostly courtesy of Eleanor and Laurie but at least Colin provided the venue. While you were eating, they were all talking amongst themselves, which left you plenty of time to think things over.
The thing was, while you had initially agreed to all of this, you just thought of it as a favor to a friend, nothing more, and now you were starting to realize just how… magical denial was. Because even in Colin's family was kind of annoying, apart from his admittedly hot older brother, Colin was surprisingly un-annoying for the last couple of days. He was actually being really… sweet.
It was the last thought that truly sent you spiraling. Because knowing Colin can be this sweet made it all the more bitter that it wasn't true.
Before, you could just tell yourself that Colin Shea wasn't really capable of love. That he wasn't ready. But now that you were seeing him like this, you knew that wasn't true, it couldn't be. No, the agonizing reality was – he can love. He just didn't want that, and certainly not with you. He had every opportunity to start something with you – hell, even just a one night stand – and he didn't. Sure, he flirted and joked around, but when it came down to it, you knew what Colin Shea seriously flirting looked like, and it never once happened with you, and you were sure of that.
Because if he really tried, deep down you knew you would let him succeed.
The food in your mouth suddenly became too dry, and you gulped down some water to steady yourself.
After dinner, everyone sat down in the living room to watch a Christmas movie. You and Colin sat next to each other on the couch, and you were trying to concentrate on the film when his hand wrapped around your shoulder. Nothing too bold.
You tried to hold your concentration, but then he started drawing patterns on your shirt, running his hand along the covered curve of your shoulder and all together with your thoughts it was… just too much.
"You know what guys?" you said after a few minutes, "I think I should probably go. I'm just pretty tired, I'm sorry," you said as you left your chair.
They all just kind of stared at you, and you didn't blame the after that out of the blue statement. All you knew is that you needed out of here.
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panic attacks
isaac lahey x reader
not my gif!
words: 1345
request/summary: "Could you write an Isaac Lahey x reader where he helps the reader with their panic attacks?"
warning: descriptive panic attack
a/n: i didn't want to mirror the stydia kiss too much :)
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you flipped through the test packet three times after you had finished, all the questions answered and your equations displayed on the side for proof of work. but there was something wrong, they could all be wrong.
you became more aware of your heart rate and it's increasing speed. nearly everyone was done, having already turned in their tests and taken a seat, waiting for the bell to ring. the silence was infuriating, it made you uncomfortable in your own skin and drew a wave of heat over your body.
suddenly, you backed out your stool with a harsh scrape against the tile floor and picked up your packet. when you moved your hand around the paper, a light sweat stain followed your fingers. you walked slowly towards the front of the room, imagining the eyes of your classmates staring. their gazes like heat vision, burning holes into your back.
abrupt force barreled into your chest as you set the paper down, mr. harris didn't even glance up at you at first, too busy circling an f on another student's paper. the air was becoming thin. you placed your palms on the wood of his desk and curled your fingers underneath the edge, squeezing.
the teacher flickered his eys to you, for a moment his expression was annoyed. then, he spotted the pain written over your face. "miss y/l/n, are you alright?"
"uh, i need– the bathroom," you whispered, unable to bring your voice any louder.
"the period is almost over–"
your heartbeat was clamoring. you didn't listen to him, and instead bolted out the door. you needed out, now. he called after you, alerting the rest of the class, but didn't bother getting out of his chair.
the hallway wasn't much better, it was still so hot. frantically, you unzipped your jacket and pulled it off your shoulders before letting it fall to the floor with a soft thump. you leaned your forehead against one of the many lockers and one of your hands found the lock.
it was cold, and blue. it was firm and smooth but becoming slick with the sweat from your forehead. the lock had ridges you swiped your thumb over, rotating it. it was red with white ticks for each number to the combination.
you heard the rubber of someone's shoes squeak against the tile as they rounded the corner, and then quicken towards you. you looked to your left, seeing isaac, and brought your eyebrows together in confusion as he stopped himself next to you.
isaac eyed you curiously, leaning closer with concern written over his face. his hand delicately rested against your back, as if he was afraid to touch you. you pulled yourself away, and couldn't meet his eyes.
"y/n, are you okay?"
his voice sounded so far away, only the echo reaching your ears. for a moment, you didn't respond, trying to catch the breath that slipped past your lips. "no. i– i mean, think it's a panic attack," you gasped out, squeezing the plastic lock.
"oh– oh," he fixed his posture, and opened his mouth to say more, but was cut off by the school bell.
immediately, students flooded into the halls. he scanned them, friend groups crowded and bound together by interlocked elbows, making impenetrable walls as they paraded through. chatter was constant, bouncing off the walls and only making your heart rate spike. it was all too much. you felt suffocated, and no matter where you looked, there was someone blocking your way out.
"isaac... can't breathe," you shook your head.
he took your hand and tugged you away from the crowd, hoping you would follow his lead. "let's go this way, okay?"
isaac pulled you into an empty classroom, it being the closest space he could find that was scarce of any students. almost immediately as you stepped in, your knees gave out under you and you curled your knees to your chest as your back pressed against the wall.
"i'm sorry," you whimpered, using the breath you had to mumble. you looked down. your legs, your body, you had to remind yourself. this was you. "i'm sorry, i-"
"you need to breathe, okay?" he spoke slowly, crawling over to you and propping himself up on his knees. he offered his hand for you to take, and you accepted, squeezing it. his skin around your grip turned white. "lift up your head. let me count for you, in for seven, out for five."
you nodded, meeting his gaze. he winced at the tightness of your grip on his hand but you couldn't bring yourself to let go, you needed to feel something real. he counted, demonstrating his breath and you did as you were told. in for seven, out for five.
"it's gonna be okay, y/n. how long has it been?"
"i don't–" it felt impossible to get a coherent sentence out. your thoughts were scrambled. "eight, i think. minutes. i'm sorry."
it had felt like forever a lifetime of excruciating terror taking over your body, making you paralyzed. this wasn't the first time he'd seen you have a panic attack, but you still felt helpless. deflated, in the corner of an empty classroom while your peers continued their lives on the other side of the door.
"i'm here, and this is gonna pass." isaac was calm, he kept his voice steady and easy to follow. "focus on something, what do you see in here?"
there was a lot, and they all looked the same. cream desks with blue, plastic chairs. the same carpet pattern repeating over and over again. a dirty chalkboard.
you looked to your left, above the door. "a clock." you narrowed your eyes and mustered a deep breath. "it's, uh, it's black. one hand is red, the hour one is black– um, it's clicking." if you were quiet enough, you could hear the methodic ticks for each passing second.
your chest lightened, you could feel a smooth flow of oxygen making its way in. your mouth was dry, like you'd been all day without water.
"i'm sorry," you repeated, still practicing the breathing exercise to regain control. "i'm sorry, isaac."
"you shouldn't be apologizing," he scooted closer to you, "can i touch you?"
you nodded, and a smile ghosted his lips as he brought his free hand to your cheek. you were still sweaty. "you shouldn't be embarrassed, y/n. this doesn't make me think anything less of you, okay?" his thumb stroked across your skin where a stray tear escaped. "i'm so proud of you, angel."
your pulse was still quick, but had begun to slow down as you regained your breath. an after thought crossed your mind, and you pulled your eyebrows together. "how'd you know?"
"sometimes i, uh..." isaac smiled sheepishly and looked at the ground. "when i'm in history, if i focus enough i can hear your heartbeat through the walls. when it sounded like you were having a heart attack, i knew something was wrong."
"it felt like a heart attack..." you mumbled with a lazy grin. he looked up at you again, and you relaxed your posture. "isaac, i love you."
"i love you, too," he sighed, then leaned forward and kissed you. he was soft, as if too much pressure could break you in two. "you want me to talk to harris?"
you pulled your lips into your mouth, thinking. you didn't want to wait around only to listen to harris's complaints about your "erratic behavior". it wouldn't be the first time, and the panic attack had drained you of all your energy and patience to sit around and take the heat.
all you wanted was to go back home and crawl into bed. preferably, with isaac. let yourself recharge.
"can you just take me home?"
he tilted his head, "of course, y/n."
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End of the Line [ 2 ] || Stiles Stilinski
A/N: part two is here! there isn’t much stiles present in this until the end because.. he’s erased.. rip.. but I hope you read it still! STYDIA turned STILESxREADER. Some other scenes are changed around too. italicized text are memories.
word count: 8,239
WARNINGS: lots of angst and tears! but your heart will be mended at the end.
Inspired by this song and this song. Highly recommended you listen on repeat while reading!
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ [ Part One ]
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You couldn’t tell if the reason the aching was due to your heart cracking in two or not, but you didn’t give it much thought as tears rolled down your cheeks. As you stood in front of the pack, your eyes darted over each one of their solemn faces that stared back at you. Your mouth was agape, opening and closing like a fish out of water as you tried to form a sentence. But you couldn’t, your body was frozen in place as you tried to process the utter betrayal of your friends.
‘Stiles can’t be her son.’
Lydia’s voice echoed through your ears, the words tumbling from her lips in defeat. You refused to believe them, though. From the night you woke up gasping for breath, the name ‘Stiles’ being the only thing you said, you refused to believe that he wasn’t real.
“We-” You stammered, bottom lip quivering as you locked gazes with the leader of the pack. “We have to keep looking for him. We have to keep looking for Stiles.”
Scott’s face fell, his heart aching as he watched his best friend break over someone none of you could remember. Although he was silent, it spoke volume to you. “What about a relic?” You tried, eyes darting to both Malia and Lydia desperately. The strawberry blonde sighed, her hand grabbing onto the wrist that was roughly handled not too long ago. “There’s no relic of Stiles-”
“We don’t know that!” You shouted at her, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and looking down at your shuffling feet to avoid their bewildered gazes.
Malia’s blunt voice was next to speak, “It doesn’t even sound like a real name.” She scoffed, her arms crossing over her chest while glancing over to the other two wary teens. “We’re fighting the wrong battle, Y/N.”
Your vision grew blurry with tears, and while you tried your best to make sure they didn’t fall, a few escaped in the process. “We’re trying to bring Stiles back.” Your voice was weak. The thought of your best friends abandoning someone so easily made your heart ache. “He’s out there, and we need to help him. We need to-”
“Enough!” The alpha’s voice suddenly boomed, making your heart stutter. You stared at him with bulging eyes, jaw dropped in shock at the volume of his voice. “The ghost riders are back, and we have no way of stopping them.” Scott spoke sternly, his eyes narrowed at you. “And whatever they are, they’re real. We can’t keep chasing after someone who isn’t.”
Malia instantly agreed with him, her head bobbing up and down. “We have to move on. He didn’t leave anything behind.” She said, the pair of them turning away from you and making their way towards the exit of the hospital. When you looked to Lydia with your bloodshot eyes and wet, flushed cheeks, your bottom lip began to quiver again.
“The only thing he left behind, was me.”
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Your fingers massaged your temples in attempt to soothe another one of the piercing headaches you’ve been getting since a couple weeks ago. You knew it had to deal with Stiles, it was the only explanation. For the past three months, up until a couple weeks ago, you never thought of a Stiles or felt as empty as you did now without him.
“Why don’t they believe me?” You croaked, letting your tear stained face fall into your hands as your shoulders raked with sobs. They didn’t stop, even when Lydia placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “He’s real, Lyd. I know it.”
“I believe you.”
Your hair stuck to your stained cheeks as your head to snap up to her direction. “After everything we’ve been through, I believe you.” Her words were soft, but sincere, and it was all you needed to pull her into an embrace you so desperately needed. You two held each other in silence, and you thought back of the event that took place a few days ago with the pack at the hospital — of them giving up on Stiles. Lydia pulled away when the shrill sound of the bell rang throughout the hallway, her hands coming up to your face to wipe at your cheeks and fix your makeup. “Let’s get to class.”
“Stiles, seriously, I need to get to class!”
Your laughter was loud as it bounced off the walls of the hallway. It was empty, just you and Stiles in it as he grabbed a hold of your wrist tans tugged you close to his body. Whipping around to face him, your laughter died down as you stared into his whiskey eyes, your lips curled into a soft smile.
“You have a bathroom pass, you’re okay to stay here for a few more minutes.” He assured, his bottom lip jutting out into a little pout to persuade you. With a playful roll of your eyes, and a cheesy smile, you sat back down on the stairwell.
“Okay, Stilinski, but you’re the one failing history. Not me.”
And once again, your giggles could be heard throughout the empty hallway as you watched your hazel eyed best friend do a victory cheer.
You inhaled sharply at the sudden ache to your head, a whimper leaving your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut. You haven’t felt a pain like that for a few days, why is it starting again now?
Ignoring Lydia’s lingering concern, you adjusted the strap of your bag and quickly scurried off to AP Biology. Fortunately, you shared that class with Lydia, but you also shared it with Scott. Your bag made a small clattering sound when you plopped down in your assigned stool, your head falling into your folded arms. Your position stayed this way for pretty much majority of class, up until you felt a nudge to your side. Pulling your head from your arms, you turned to look at Lydia with furrowed brows, lips parting to ask what was wrong before she silently pointed outside the window.
Slowly following her gaze, you stared straight at what appeared to be an abandoned powder blue jeep.
“What if we gave it a paint job?”
You asked aloud as you leaned down to soak the large sponge in your hand with water from a bucket by your feet. Plopping it onto the hood of Stiles’ jeep, you bit back a smile after glancing at the spastic boy’s bewildered expression.
“No!” He gasped, sounded deeply offended. “I love this jeep. Rust, dents, and all. Plus, it was my mom’s and she never changed the color.”
Your lips pulled into a frown at his words, loosening your grip on the sponge and let it sit on the hood of the jeep, rounding the front of the vehicle to meet Stiles on the other side. “I’m not saying we change it, Sti, just.. make it look nicer. It’s like the homeless person of cars!”
You fell into a fit of laughter at his horrified expression, not missing the ghost of a smile he held on his freckled face.
“That’s it, you’re walking home!”
Your eyes grew wildly as you continued to study the jeep, ignoring the stinging to your skull as you turned to face Lydia, shaking her out of the daze you found yourself in seconds before. She quickly blinked back to reality, her eyes eagerly searching your own. “We need to get to that jeep.” You whispered, watching as her strawberry blonde hair swayed with the bobs of her head. She opened her mouth to speak, but was very soon interrupted by another voice.
“Ladies, is there something outside that’s more fascinating than the structure of the human mind?”
“No.”
“I don’t think so.”
You grimaced at the woman’s pointed gaze at your answer, quickly giving her an apologetic smile before she turned back to the rest of the class. As soon as her attention was off the pair of you, your eyes traveled back to the rusty jeep in the parking lot. “Now, many people credit the corpus callosum for giving us sense of intuition, gut instinct, even we ourselves aren’t aware-”
Her lecture was cut short by the screeching of stools. The sound made the class of teens divert their attention from the biology teacher to you and Lydia, who were looking around with a similar absent look in your eyes. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out, only tears forming in your waterline. Thankfully, the teacher noticed, and with a labored sigh, she nodded towards the door. You quickly exited the classroom, faintly hearing an ‘I’ll be right back’ from Lydia and an ‘I’m going to go check on her’ from Scott. Your swift pace didn’t slow at the sound of another pair of clacking heels and thudding footsteps. Pushing past the school doors, you ran towards the man attaching his tow hook to the front of the jeep.
“Hey, wait!”
The man turned in your direction, an eyebrow raised with curiosity at your frantic behavior. “You can’t tow this jeep.” You spoke between pants, looking behind you to see Scott and Lydia walking up to your sides.
“Paperwork says I can. It’s been reported as abandoned.”
Your eyes rolled, and you pushed past the man to slap a hand on the hood of the vehicle, eyes narrowed up on his taller figure. “There. Now it’s not.”
The man opened his mouth to protest, but with the menacing glare Scott was giving him, he unclasped the hook from the hood of the car, and pulled out of the parking lot. The three of you looked between each other, clearly stumped as to why you went out of your way to stop the tow man. “Well, now we have a jeep- Scott, you okay?”
The teenager had his head cocked to the side, eyes squinting in concentration as he slowly walked towards the door of the jeep. You took a step back, too curious to interrupt what Scott was doing.
“There you guys are!”
All three heads snapped towards Malia, who’s dark brown eyes were eyeing the jeep intensely. “You heard it too?” Scott asked, pulling his face away from the window of the jeep. “It’s coming from inside.”
“Break it.” Lydia ordered, stepping closer to the group, “The jeep’s abandoned anyway, nobody’s going to say anything. Break it.”
Scott hesitantly nodded at her insisting, guiding the three of you away before smashing the driver’s side window. The ringing sound that the two werewolves could only hear grew, making it loud enough for you and Lydia to hear as well. “Is that a radio?” You asked, stepping forward to peek inside the jeep to find a police scanner installed into the vehicle. The four of you swiftly shuffled into the jeep, eyes locked on the device that kept its consistent ringing noise.
Then suddenly, it stopped.
And honestly, it felt like your heart might’ve too.
“Why’d it stop?” asked Lydia.
“It doesn’t matter,” you sighed, reaching out for the glowing on/off switch to shut it down. From the passenger seat, you turned to look back at Scott, who held that same perplexed expression from outside the jeep. “What? Did you catch a scent?”
Both teen wolves nodded at this, their noses twitching while they inhaled deeply. You were soon met with Scott’s dark eyes, confusion swirling in them. “Yeah, uh..” He shook his head in disbelief, eyeing each person inside. “Mine. Lydia’s, Malia’s. Yours.”
“Especially yours.” Malia added, slouching in her seat with scrunched brows before asking, “But how? I’ve never been in this jeep before.”
“Neither have I.” Scott said, propping his elbows on the back of the two fronts seats. You turned to face Lydia, who’s lips were twitching into a small smile. “Yes, we have.” She said quietly, and you were quick to catch on. “We just don’t remember it.” You finished quickly, your eyes searching both Scott and Malia’s desperately.
“I thought we were done with that.” Malia deadpanned, glaring at Lydia for getting you riled up again. The three of them continued their quarrel while you let yourself grow distant, a faint ringing in your ear that grew louder instantaneously.
The grip he had on your face readjusted as he licked his lips nervously. "Remember... Remember that I've been in love with you since the beginning of our friendship, and that I didn't even realize until middle school." He chuckled humorlessly, swiping at the few stray tears that sprung from your eyes.
You shook your head in his hold, the faint memories of your blossoming friendship since diapers flashing before your eyes. "Stiles." You wailed, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth to silence your cries.
The boy's eyes flickered past you, his heart stopping at the sight of a Ghost Rider just outside your window. He released a steady breath, leaning into your face.
"And remember this."
“Y/N!” You heard Lydia shout, pulling you out of your trance-like state. You sniffled, glazed eyes looking to hers before letting them wander to the rest of the group’s concerned stares. “I’m sorry I, uh, was just thinking of something. I’m sorry.” Your words were rushed before you bowed your head down to avoid anymore prying eyes.
“We found an address..” Lydia said gently, almost as if she were to speak any louder, you would break. “It’s 129 Woodbine Lane.”
Exhaling slowly, you lifted your head up, a small sound of disbelief tumbling from your lips. “That’s the Sheriff’s house.”
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“Girls, is this about Stiles again?” The Sheriff’s voice was stern as he looked between you and Lydia from across.
When you announced that the address was home to the Sheriff and Claudia, you and Lydia booked it to her car, rendering both Malia and Scott speechless. After being there for about fifteen minutes interrogating them about their apparently ‘stolen’ jeep, the two adults eventually caught on to your persistence. “Y/N,” Claudia called out to you, a soft, yet worried smile on her face. “Don’t you think it’s time to let this go? Talk to somebody about this?” She asked, shifting her attention onto Lydia as well. “Maybe it’s a good time to talk to your mothers about this..”
You stared at her blankly, worried that if you thought about nobody understanding what you and Lydia did in the slightest, that you’ll break. That you wouldn’t be able to put yourself back together this time.
“I’m sorry, you’re right.” Lydia said, collecting her things from the floor before she stood up from the lounge chair. The three of them conversed a bit longer, but it was all just background noise to you. You were too lost in your head to notice them make subtle glances towards you. Suddenly, you stood up, alarming both Claudia and the Sheriff. You could feel your hands shaking, so you held them, twiddling your thumbs rapidly. “Do you mind if I-” You choked out, resulting to just nodding your head in the direction of their restroom. Once granted permission, you rushed to the hallway, not caring that the three awaiting bodies could hear your pained cries. Your grip on your bag faltered, and you let it drop onto the floor. You stared at the wallpaper that Lydia had told you about peeling, and you found yourself gently rubbing the paper. Pressing your back to the very same wall, you slid down the wall with your head in your hands.
But what you didn’t know, was that the teenage boy with the unforgettable whiskey eyes was doing the very same thing.
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As you sat in the driver’s seat of the rusted blue jeep, you let out a wince while your stomach churned, unable to fathom the familiarity the vehicle brought you. You just couldn’t remember where it came from. You sat there in silence with Lydia, waiting for Scott and Malia to return from wherever they ran off to after hearing a faint roaring in the distance.
“We’re gonna bring him back, you know.” Lydia’s voice broke the silence, attempting to ease your visibly distraught state. Although it didn’t work, you appreciated the effort. “How are we going to do that when we’re the only two people who believe he’s even real?” You asked, your eyes begging for an answer from your best friend even though she was unable to give you one. Just when Lydia’s jaw dropped to speak, footsteps approached you both quickly. You looked over to find a huffing Scott, his right hand clutched around something as he stopped by your window. “Where’s Malia?” You asked, looking past Scott briefly to see if she would turn up, but didn’t. “The roar,” Scott panted, eyes squinting as he recalled the previous event. “It was Peter’s. Peter Hale’s. H-He got out from where the Ghost Riders are keeping people, and he gave me this.”
Before you could ask more questions, a set of keys were in front of your face, hanging off of Scott’s index finger. You eagerly snatched the set from him, looking over them while Lydia climbed into the back seat for Scott to sit in the passenger. Giving the two of them another glance, you slid the key into it’s ignition, a laugh falling from your lips when it was a perfect fit. Turning the key, you heard the engine begin to roar to life, making a smile appear on your lips. Not soon after, there was a loud clunking noise, before the engine died down. “God! Stupid thing..” You grumbled, turning the key again while pressing down on the gas.
“Don’t flood it.” Scott warned, making Lydia cock her head at him with raised brows. “Do you even know what that means?” She asked, chuckling as Scott looked at her with a pained face. While the two engulfed themselves into a small bickering match, you managed to start the car, a squeak of excitement coming from you as you watched the lights inside the car come to life.
“Hello?”
The voice was faint behind the static being from the police scanner, but that was all it took for your heart to skip a beat or two. “Guys..” You mumbled, voice going unheard by Scott and Lydia as they continued their argument. “You guys!” You shouted, eyes looking between the two of them when they silenced, huffing out a breath before gesturing to the active police scanner. “Listen.”
“Hello? Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?”
And just like your own, both the boy and girl’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. Scott barely hesitated, snatching up the mic and putting it to his lips. “Stiles?” He asked tentatively, like he was waiting to be wrong. When the name fell from Scott’s lips, your body went rigid. The possibility of Scott actually believing you now made your eyes well up with tears, a hand reaching up over your mouth. You watched as Lydia grabbed the mic and put it to her own lips, “Stiles, is that you?”
The silence between the three of you was agonizing, the only thing you could do was wait for the familiar voice to ring through again.
And then it did.
“Scott, Lydia, is that you?”
The gasp you let out was muffled behind your hand, the tears in your eyes trickling down your face while you stared at your two best friends in awe. This was real. Stiles was real, and he’s alive.
“Oh my god, Stiles.” Lydia wailed, a tearful smile jerking at her lips along with Scott. “We can hear you.” He confirmed, making a glance at you before looking back at the small wired mic.
“Oh my god, you know me? You-you remember me?” Stiles asked, his tone showing evident disbelief. “Okay, okay, um.. Where’s Y/N? Is she there?”
Your eyes fell from Scott’s to the handheld device, only to look back to him. He gave you an encouraging nod, giving you the mic and staring with Lydia as you held it to your lips, asking quietly, “Stiles, is this.. is this really you?”
From the other line, you heard a slow breath of relief come from the radio. “Yeah, listen to me.. Do you remember the last thing I said to you?”
Your mouth fell agape, looking to the mic as if it had all the answers, while Scott and Lydia stared, expecting one from you.
“Remember… Remember that I’ve been in love with you since the beginning of our friendship, and that I didn’t even realize until middle school.”
Your eyes closed briefly, the blurry memory growing clear as your face scrunched up in concentration. Then it hit you. Moments before Stiles was taken. His love for you. And the kiss. Putting your lips back up to the mic, you spoke breathlessly. “You said.. You said ‘remember I’ve been in love with you, since the beginning.’ and then-” your bottom lip was worried between your teeth, a small sob escaping you. “And then you kissed me.” The words came out weakly, tears rolling down your face just as much as the night he was taken, but that was the only thing you knew from the distant memory. Scott took the microphone from you, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to talk in the state that you were in. “Where are you? We’re coming to find you.” Scott asked hurriedly, knowing that his best friend was out there was putting him on edge.
“No, no. You can’t. You won’t be able to find me.”
He sounded so defeated through the radio, and god, did it break you. You thought that him talking to the three of you might be doing more harm than good to you right now. What if you wouldn’t be able to get him out?
“Stiles, what’re you talking about? Just.. Just tell us where you are and we’ll come, we’ll come.” Scott pleaded into the mic, eyes filling to the brim with salty tears, same as yours. In the distance, you could hear loud rustling from Stiles’ end, making you involuntarily lean towards the mic. “Just, just remember this. Canaan, okay? Remember Canaan.” His voice sounded panicked, and the rustling only grew louder. Stiles was in danger. Ripping the device from the tan boy’s hands, you cried into the mic, “No wait, Stiles, don’t go! Stiles!”
You were too late.
He was gone.
But, you were determined to bring him back.
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You looked between your pack in the dinning room of the McCall house, you felt as though you were stuck right at the beginning. Scott face was blotted with tears, his cheeks glistening underneath the light as he stared blankly ahead, repeatedly calling a disconnected phone number.
Your attempt to get Sheriff Stilinski on your side after hearing Stiles through the radio fell straight through, as he shot you, Scott, and Lydia down almost instantly. After looking through the underground tunnels, you managed to find a riff, but it was destroyed by the hellhound — who was being controlled by a supernatural Nazi from 1943. You could almost relate to how Stiles felt right now — uou were stuck, and you didn’t know what the next step was or if it was even worth it.
Lydia was the first one to break the fifteen minutes of silence. “Scott,” She sighed, placing her hand over the cellphone in the tan boy’s hand, slowly easing it down onto the table. “Your mom’s gone, but she’s still alive.”
“What do we do now?” asked Malia, her dark eyes looking to the three of you expectantly. She was never really one to follow rules or plans, but this was different — it was all you had left.
“We can’t hide from them.” You murmured, looking to your fingernails as you picked at them to avoid eye contact. “What about Lydia? The Ghost Rider was scared of her.” Malia pointed out, making you sigh and simply shake your head at her.
“No, it wasn’t fear. It was more like.. reverence.” Lydia said.
“It doesn’t matter!” You snapped, the weight in your heart only seeming to grow heavier with each breath you took. “The rift is gone. We’re the only ones left.”
Then it was silent.
Until it wasn’t.
The backdoor of the McCall house opened abruptly, creaking as Sheriff Stilinski stepped through. His light eyes looked to each of you while you stared back at him, confusion clear in the four of you.
“I have a son.”
And that was all it took for your hope to be restored.
Looking up at the older man with glossy eyes, your expression mimicked the three of your friends — hope and confusion.
“His name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski. But we called him Stiles.” Noah’s eyes drifted to yours, an apologetic smile gracing his features before he cleared his throat. “I remember.. when Stiles was a little kid, he couldn’t say his first name. Not sure why, it pretty much rolls of the tongue. But, uh, the closest he could get, was ‘mischief.’” This time, the Sheriff’s eye’s drifted to Lydia, who was giving him a tight lipped smile to match with her green eyes.
The man pursed his lips, a dry chuckle rumbling from his chest as he looked to the four teenagers. “I remember when, uh.. Stiles first got his jeep. It belonged to his mother, she wanted him to have it. The first time he took it for a spin behind the wheel, he went straight into a ditch. I gave him his first roll of duck tape that day.” His lips curled into a smile as he thought back on the memory, and you couldn’t help but do the same because finally you could see it — you could see the end of the line. “We’re here tonight because my goofball son decided Scott and Y/N, two of his greatest friends in the world, into the woods to see a dead body.”
You blinked up at him, your jaw slacked while you tried to form a simple sentence in your head. “How.. How did you remember?” You asked, blown away at his ability to remember someone he so blatantly told you didn’t exist. Noah nodded towards Lydia, and you quickly whipped your head around with a watery grin on your face. “It started with Stiles’ jersey. Then I found the red string for his crime board. Finally, his whole room came back and all the memories.”
“Then the strangest thing happened.” The Sheriff scoffed, looking to Scott when his eyes furrowed curiously. “I thought I saw him.. Something opened, right in the middle of the room, just for a moment. Then it was gone.”
“A rift.” You mumbled, eyes growing in realization as you looked to the group. “I thought there was only one left? We saw it disappear.” Malia asked, referring to the portal that was now destroyed by Parrish — in his hellhound form. “You remembered Stiles, and that opened a new rift.” Lydia pieced together, pointing to Sheriff Stilinski who looked among you all with a lost look on his face.
Scott bowed his head, the ends of his lips twitching into a smile. “If the Sheriff can do it.. maybe we can too.” He proposed, looking to you with hopeful eyes. You grabbed ahold of his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and nodding to him. “The rift closed, but we can open it again.”
“How?” asked Malia.
“By remembering Stiles.” You said firmly, “we have to remember everything.”
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“How will we know when it’s working?”
Your question was muffled behind your fingers, your teeth gnawing on the nails and turning your skin soft. Lydia looked over her shoulder at you, eyes narrowed with pursed lips, and you immediately shut your mouth. You were in the Argent bunker, watching a locked Scott McCall travel through his own mind in some sort of cooling machine.
With Malia and Lydia on your side, you watched a Scott stood still with seeled eyes, waiting for further instructions from Lydia. “This isn’t working..” Lydia whined, her voice wobbling with panic as her eyes grew at the way Scott thrashed around in the machine. “You said he needs an emotional connection, right? Like what the Sheriff did?” Malia asked, stepping closer to Lydia who was pacing on the other end of the room. The strawberry blonde nodded, looking to the taller girl with glazed eyes. “He wasn’t just remembering someone, he was remembering his son. His family.”
“Whatcha thinkin’ about, Stilinski?” You asked, crawling your way between him and the McCall boy as you all laid on the floor of his cluttered bedroom. Both of the boys shifted about on Stiles’ floor, making room for you before cozying up again.
“I don’t know, I just.. I don’t know.” The whiskey eye boy sighed, his tongue darting over his lips as he stared at the ceiling. You looked over to him, brows raised in concern as he struggled to find the words. With your bottom lip worried between your teeth, you let your closest hand reach out for his, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance which he returned almost immediately.
“It’s just.. ever since my mom died, and my dad being in the station majority of the time,” He mumbled, exhaling shakily before sitting up from his position. You and Scott both mocked him, sitting up with crossed legs in a small circle to see each other. “You two are my best friends, you know? You’re all I have left. Besides my dad, but he doesn’t risk his life nearly as much as we do and-” He paused, his eyes filling with tears that caused your own to prick with them. Looking to Scott, you watched as a small teardrop rolled down his tan cheek.
“I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if something happened to either one of you. You’re family.”
“Scott!” You called out to the boy, gently tapping on the glass window of the machine in attempt to catch his attention. “Listen, I remember something. During our junior year we were with Stiles, okay? And-and he was talking about how.. how after his mom died, we were all he had left.” Your eyes welled up with tears, blocking your vision. You sniffled, not caring if the tears shed or not.
“He said that he wouldn’t know what he would do with himself if he lost one of us, that we’re family. But he’s lost right now, Scott. He’s lost and we need to remember him, we need to remember our family and find him.”
Your words seemed to strike a cord with the alpha, his thrashing stopped and he was mumbling things underneath his breath. But it stopped, and as soon as it did there was a deep rumbling sound, causing you and the girls to jump and stare at the flashing light coming from the window. As soon as it appeared, it vanished, and was replaced with a loud beeping sound coming from the machine. You were quick to act, pulling Scott out of it. Malia rushed over with a blanket she found lounging around and guided him to sit as you glanced at him.
“It was working, why’d you pull me out?” Scott asked incredulously, eyes bulging as he looked between the you and Malia. “You were going to die in there.” You said simply, catching a glimpse of Lydia who was already staring at you.
“How do you get Scott to do that?” She asked, tone almost accusing, as if she were piecing together some sort of puzzle.
You blinked at her, eyebrows scrunched together as you thought of the now distant memory. “When, uh, when you and Malia were talking about family, it triggered a memory of Stiles.” You mumbled, but it was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. “For the past few weeks, I would get these headaches.. and whenever the headaches came, so did the memories of Stiles. As soon as I remember though, it gets blurry — I forget. But I know they’re from him.”
You never looked up from your locked gaze on the floor, but when you did, you were met with three stunned stares.
“It’s you..” Lydia said quietly, her heels clacking faintly on the concrete floor as she made her way towards you. She grabbed ahold of your wrists, her sea foam green eyes boring into your own. “It’s all about connection, and you’ve had one with Stiles since the Ghost Riders took him.”
“It’s true.” Scott agreed, his teeth chattering slightly while he cuddled into the blanket around his shoulders. “When I was remembering him, I was also remembering the two of you together. I would also tease him for making it so obvious,” he chuckled, staring off distantly before he locked eyes with you. “Nobody had a connection like you two.”
You were speechless, staring between the three of your best friends with soaked cheeks. “Okay.. okay, so, what do we do?”
Just as you spoke the words of agreement, smiles appeared on their faces, which only made you mirror them. “We have to do it the old fashioned way.” Lydia stated, grabbing ahold of your shoulders and guiding you to an empty stool propped up next to the metal table. “We’re going to have to actually hypnotize you.”
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You were in a classroom. A single desk occupied by you whilst you sat in front of a television, a remote settled on the wooden desk by your right hand. As you looked around cautiously, a ghost of a smile appeared, genuinely excited about the fact that you were actually hypnotized.
“Weird..” You whispered, your eyes darting around the empty classroom and to the television that displayed a static channel.
“Y/N? Are you in the classroom? Do you see the TV and remote?” Lydia’s voice echoed throughout the room, causing you to jump slightly in your seat. Your focus drifted to the remote, picking it up and inspecting it. “Yeah.. Yeah, I’m here.”
“Good. Now, the remote gives you access to all of your memories. Find the memories of Stiles.” Lydia’s voice directed, and your thumb hovered over the power button, thinking of the missing boy before clicking play.
You heard the faint patter of footsteps approach you, it was a boy about your age, six years old. He had freckles scattered across his face, a shaved head and a sheepish smile.
“Hi. I-I’m Mi..Mie-Mieczy...” You watched as the boy sighed, his face heating up with embarrassment. When he looked back up to meet your eyes, you offered him a friendly smile, holding your hand out for him to shake. “Hi, I’m Y/N.. your name is Stiles? Your dad said so!” You asked, beaming happily when the boy, Stiles’, face visibly perked up at the fact that you knew his name. A small giggle escaped your lips as he shook your hand enthusiastically.
As you conversed animatedly with the younger version of Stiles, you could hear Sheriff Stilinski speak to your mother faintly in the background as they watched the two of you together. “Something tells me they’re gonna get along just fine.”
You gasped, no longer reliving the memory of the young version of yourself and Stiles. Now back in the empty classroom in front of the TV, you looked between it and the remote in your hand, a laugh of disbelief erupting from you and echoing throughout the room.
“Stiles..” You whispered, longing evident in your tone. In your trance, the three of your friends watched you intently as you whispered his name, making the flame of the candle flicker lightly. Lydia then cleared her throat, taking the lead once again. “Y/N, look for another memory of Stiles.”
You did as you were told, flickering through the multiple channels the television had to offer.
“You’re too pretty to be crying, Y/N.”
“No! You can’t go, it’s too dangerous!”
“Sometimes the person we’re looking for isn’t in the search at all. Maybe.. maybe they’re just right in front of us.”
Stiles’ voice echoed loudly around the room as you clicked through every memory, each one being passed by because none of them fit — none of them felt like what you were looking for. You landed on a channel, pausing briefly your rushed clicking and letting it play.
“I’m with you, ‘til the end of the line.”
It was Stiles’ voice again. No memory being played, just his voice, but you could somehow remember the exact moment of the conversation took place. “Is that a Marvel reference, you Star Wars nerd?” You heard your voice this time, echoing just like Stiles’ had been. A smile grew on your lips as the memory began to restore itself in your mind. “Yeah! But, you’re so into that stuff so.. it could be our thing! What do you think?”
“I think..” You found yourself whispering the same response you said in the memory, “I think it’s perfect. I’m with you ‘til the end of the line, Sti.” You murmured in your trance, confusing the three teenagers once again. “Y/N.” Lydia’s voice called out to you again, “Find the memory that you and Stiles made a connection.”
You furrowed your brows, looking over your shoulder suddenly. There was a door, but it wasn’t there before. Setting the remote down, you picked yourself up from the wooden desk and made your way to the door, slowly pulling it open. You found yourself in the Sheriff’s house once again, but you weren’t alone. You were in a memory. This memory was different though, and you knew it as you made your way to where the memory was being played out. You always relived them, never watched them — but this one, you were exactly that.
You watched your eleven year old self sit down next to a boy around the same age, who you knew was Stiles, and place a hand over his. He had tears in his eyes, and his face was vacant of emotion. You watched as your younger self looked at him with sorrow eyes, and your heart broke when you realized what memory was being played.
“This was the night his mom died..” You mumbled, tears clouding your vision and you quickly wiped them to watch the memory continue being played out. No words were being said between your younger selves, but none were needed to be. You observed Stiles placing his head in your lap, tears rolling down his face at a quicker pace as his expression finally broke. He released heartbroken sobs as your fingers ran through his hair, your younger self staring ahead. If you didn’t know that this was a memory, you would’ve thought she were staring right at you.
It didn’t take you long to figure out why this memory was being played, and your jaw slacked at the realization. “That’s when it happened.” You whispered in shock, finding yourself slowly being pulled from the trance.
“That’s when what happened?” You heard Scott’s faint voice ask. The vision of three of your best friends were blurry as you were snapping back to reality, and they all were looking at you expectantly as you cried.
“The night his mom died, when I was there.. H-He was crying with his head in my lap. That’s when it all changed.” You spoke while staring off at the candle, who’s flame was now burnt out. “I-I didn’t realize it until now, but that... that was the night we fell in love.”
At this point the tears trailing down your face were relentless, only growing worse when you painfully gasped. “I was there! I was there the night he was taken.” You sobbed, hands covering your mouth while Scott, Lydia, and Malia’s faces contorted with shock. “When the Ghost Riders took him, I was there.”
As you stood up from the stool, the ground shook beneath your feet, a bright, zapping light took over the room before disappearing behind the door. You glanced back to the three teenagers behind you, taking a step forward and carefully opening the door, revealing a blinding white light at the end of the tunnel.
Stiles turned his body to face yours, using both hands to grab onto yours with need. “Y/N, I’m going to be erased, okay? Just like Alex. You’re gonna forget me.”
“No. No, I won’t! I won’t. I won’t.” You promised, your sobs escaping at every chance they could.
“You will.” He whispered calmly, tears rolling down his own freckled cheeks as he gave you a small smile. “Remember… Remember that I’ve been in love with you since the beginning of our friendship, and that I didn’t even realize until middle school.”
“I never told him,” Your voice croaked at you spoke aloud, walking closer to the white light. “I never told him how I felt before they took him. That I love him. I never said it back!” You shouted, the feeling of Scott grabbing ahold of your arm to keep you from walking towards the light making itself present.
Then suddenly.. there was no need to walk towards the light.
Because there was a figure standing in front of it.
You let out a cheerful laugh, tears bunching at the creases by your eyes as you stared at the familiar shadowy figure, gasping out it’s name.
“Stiles.”
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“Where is he?” You whimpered, feeling your knees buckle at the thought of failing Stiles yet again. Gripping onto the stool, you looked to Lydia and Malia, who were staring at you sympathetically. “We didn’t see anyone.” Lydia spoke gently in attempt to keep your emotions from spilling.
Scott had left you with both Malia and Lydia to keep trying to bring Stiles back and to be here just in case he comes here looking for any of you.
“I saw him. It was working, I know it.” You mumbled, mostly to yourself, but with Malia’s supernatural hearing ability, she heard you loud and clear. You stared at her blankly as she hopped up to her feet, pulling open the door and beginning to step out. “Um, where are you going?” Lydia asked from where she was next to you.
“To go find Stiles,” Malia stated as if it were obvious. “Listen, Stiles isn’t coming here. If he were, he would’ve, but he hasn’t, so he’s not.”
You blinked at her, deciding to disregard her last sentence before standing up yourself. “You believe me?” You asked her, and when she silently nodded her head, you were quickly on her side. “Okay well,” You trailed off, turning to Lydia who was still sitting on the stool. “Stiles is out there, I can feel it. So please, Lyd, help us bring him home.”
You watched as the strawberry blonde pursed her lips, lifting herself off of her own stool before strutting over to you. “Let’s go find him.”
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“Y/N! What are you doing here?” You heard Scott yell from the end of the hallway of Beacon Hills High. Stumbling over the train tracks that were magically built into the floor, you grunted as you fell into his chest. “I’m looking for Stiles.” You answered with a shrug of your shoulders, watching Scott’s eyes grow with an emotion you really didn’t have time to decipher. “I’m going to places he’s most likely to show up while Lydia and Malia look at where the other train track lead, but his jeep’s gone.. So I won’t be able to look anywhere else but here on foot.”
Scott eyes darted around as his mouth opened and closed, trying to find something to say. “I, uh, took it? Yeah, Liam needed me so I hotwired the jeep and drove to the hospital.” He explained, a sheepish smile on his lips. You nodded slowly at his explanation, not really seeing all the pieces fitting together. “Okay.. so where is it now?”
“What? Oh! It’s still at the hospital. I, uh.. ran.. here.”
You rolled your eyes at his painfully awkward replies, pulling away from him and beginning your journey down the hallway. “Well, I’m going to the lockerooms.” You announced, peering back at Scott who was now conversing with Lydia, who appeared out of absolutely nowhere. “Take Lydia with you! There are Ghost Riders everywhere.” Scott shouted, giving Lydia a shove before dashing off into the other direction.
“He seems a little.. off.” You said to Lydia, chuckling softly. The two of you walked side by side through the eerily silent school, occasionally checking over your shoulders in case you needed to defend yourself. “Yeah, but that’s Scott McCall for you.” She laughed nervously which you furrowed your brows at.
“You know, you’re acting just like hi— Lydia, look out!”
Your words quickly caught her, and the Ghost Rider’s attention. “Cover your ears.” Lydia warned, her voice low but stern and you quickly did as you were told, squeezing your hands to your ears as Lydia released one of her banshee shrieks, sending the Ghost Rider flying into the set of lockers. It was silent, and you slowly pulled your hands away from your ears, stepping closer to Lydia to see the damage done.
But when you did, you felt your heart stop. All because were staring straight into a pair of whiskey eyes, and while you did, you felt all the memories with those eyes come rushing back.
“Lydia..” You heard Stiles’ voice say with relief, a smile appearing on his lips at the sight of his best friend. Deciding to come into better view, you shuffled to the side of Lydia, and the scuffling of your feet surely brought attention from the two other people in the room. “Y/N..” He mumbled, his voice holding a whole new different emotion as his hazel eyes filled with tears. In the background you could hear the clacking of Lydia’s heels fade away, giving you two your moment.
You didn’t know what to think as you slowly stepped towards the boy, almost as if you were to rush towards him any quicker, he’d disappear. A face you haven’t seen in months was finally in view, and the gaps in your memory were finally being filled by the boy you loved — it all made sense again. It was that moment where all the tears, all the fighting, all the heartache- it felt worth it. It felt like the world finally made sense again.
“Is this real?” You croaked, a weak sob eliciting from you when your hands reached out to cup his cheeks, all while staring into frantically into his eyes. The brunette quickly leaned into your touch, his tears rolling down his cheeks and onto your hands as he greedily soaked up the feeling of you touching him — deprived of it for what felt like an eternity. “It’s real, I’m here. I’m here, I’m real.” He repeated to you, eyes fluttering shut before he held the back of your head to his chest, nuzzling the tip of nose into your hair.
The moment, however, didn’t last long before you were thrashing in his hold. “I never said anything back,” You wailed, bottom lip quivering as you recalled the last memory you had of him. “You told me you loved me, and I never said it back. I never told you how I felt.” You panicked. You felt the heat rush to your neck and cheeks as Stiles gripped onto your face as a way to snap you back. Fortunately, it worked, and you were staring at him wide eyed while he simply looked at you with his same beautiful, lopsided smile.
“You didn’t have to.”
Was all he said before his lips were slanted on yours, involving you in a kiss that was completely different the first one the two of you shared. The first kiss, it was frantic, rushed. Stiles kissed you because at the time, it was the last time he would ever see you again. This kiss, however, was slow and it said everything that words couldn’t. You felt your breath hitch, your body melting into his as you kissed him back with love and longing — two emotions that overwhelmed your body more than any other. You felt the grip he had on your face tighten, pulling you even closer to his body as he pushed as much passion as he could into the kiss. Finding yourself holding onto his flannel overshirt, you couldn’t help but shuffle your feet closer to close any existing space.
He was the first to pull away, his forehead pressed to yours once more while he inhaled deeply to catch his breath with you doing the same. Your eyes were open, scanning over his face and looking over each freckle and beauty mark that littered his face gracefully, bringing a small smile to your lips.
And as the boy in front of you slowly peeled his eyelids open, revealing the beautiful whiskey color you found yourself in love with, you knew this was it.
He was back in your arms again, more real than ever. Not a pounding headache of a memory. Not a faint dream that had you gasping for breath in the middle of the night. Not a figment of your imagination. He was real and this was it.
This was the end of the line.
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In the end, it will always be Stydia.
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hey! i've just gotten into reading outer banks fanfiction and i've been tearing through your works, i adore them. i wanted to ask what your history in writing is, have you taken classes or does it come naturally to you? i really want to publish my fics but i always feel like they're not good enough because i've never actually taken a writing course lol. whats your process to making your work so refined? sorry if that's a lot, hope ur having a lovely day🥰
(first things first I’m so sorry about this super late response!! I’ve explained my absence here if you’re interested in checking it out but basically I didn’t have access to my computer or phone. So, again, sorry about taking so long to get back to you!)
Ok seriously this is probably the kindest sweetest ask I've ever gotten and I 🥺🥺 first of all thank you so much!!! it really means the world to me that you think so highly of my writing, thank you thank you!
Talking about my history in writing, I have had an interest in writing since a little kid, I read a lot and always wanted to write my own books so from a very young age I've been writing, and writing really is just practice! Trust me, the stydia fic I posted 7 years ago on wattpad didn't have much of a high quality of writing 😂 I never took any type of classes or courses or anything and I'm in college right now to become an engineer, so not much writing practice there either, but I do just write whenever I have free time and read a good amount of novels and fics which definitely helps when it comes to building vocabulary and making stories run more smoothly
When it comes to writing my fics I don't really do anyting too specific, I use google docs (great to catch typos) and have this thing where I only write cronologically 😂 Seriously, I wish I could, but I just can't write scenes out of order. If I get sudden inspo for a random scene I'll just write it down in my notes app until it's time to get to it!
What I find that helps me a bunch with writing believable dialogue is reading it out loud. That way I can see if it flows well and if it sounds natural! If it's too stiff or too ooc I'll just rewrite it until it's right (seriously, can't be afraid to rewrite, I have a lot of first drafts that are veryyyy rough hahaha).
But I'm really not a planner btw, when I start a fic I more often than not know only three things: what the first line is gonna be, one specific scene I'm super excited about, and the overall direction I want it to take. I particularly find that writing is very organic so sometimes I'm writing something thinking that this one ending will be great, but 5k words later, I've completely changed my mind. My writing just changes a lot with my mood, and that really helps me get the hang of it (I always try to write angst when I'm mad at something random and fluff after a good, chill day, and if that doesn't happen, I'll just watch a certain movie or video that puts me in the mood).
I find that music helps me a lot too, before I start a fic I always make a playlist for it that I listen to while writing. The power of a sad song when writing hurt/comfort?? Immaculate! (also, if you'd be interested in checking out some of my playlists I'd love to share!)
And what I can say really is, go ahead and do it! Don't worry whether your fic is perfect or not, just have a good time writing it and you'll just keep getting better and better. I read a lot of Jiara fiction and can say that the Jiara fandom is amazing, everyone's so kind and lovely, so I can assure you that if you wanted to write Jiara fic, you'd 100% be welcomed to the community with open arms! The more you write a certain character's POV, the easier it gets, and it's super helpful to have a little list of head canons you have for the characters you write for (the more you study a character, the more believable you can write their POV)
Ok this is getting way too long but I hope I maybe helped you a little bit?? My inbox is always open if you ever want any tips on anything more specific too. And again, thank you so so much for the kind words and I'm sorry for the late response! xxx
#ily#and never be afraid of your work not being perfect!#nothing's perfect and that's totally fine#we're just here tryna have a good ole time!#oh that rhymed#bella is talking shit again#writing
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all time fav teen wolf fics
Indelible Marks by billtheradish
275,695 / mature / sterek / 87/87
The house never burned. The pack is strong. Derek will never need to be the alpha, and his sister is a troll. (Actually, most of his family is like that.)
Derek is an apprentice tattoo artist, and Stiles isn't old enough to get ink of his own yet. But that doesn't stop him from being interesting...
(Sacred) In the Ordinary by idyll
78,759 / explicit / sterek / 9/9
The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing's gotten less complicated after all this time.
Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs and got serious.
Note: This is a whole lot of pack!fic with a very slow build Derek/Stiles.
The Unkindness of Valravn by TaliskerMortem
69,432 / not rated / sterek / 26/28
They are rare, almost unheard of. Only Lydia seems to recognise the word. Valravn. The Raven People. They descend on Beacon Hills in their hour of need. Obliterating the enemy. At their head? A man dress in black. A man covered in tattoos. A man they all knew.
OR: The one in which Stiles hasn't been back to Beacon Hills in seven years, during which he visited Europe, was attacked by a raven and turned into a shifter, has lots of tattoos and is now the Alpha of his little ragtag group of Valravne.
Those Are The Days That Bind Us by s_a_m
52,171 / mature / sterek / 5/5
His father wasn’t stupid. He was an officer of the law, trained to look for patterns. He confronted Stiles about werewolves and they shouted and Stiles tried to explain but his father was so, so, so mad, more mad than Stiles had ever seen him, ever in all his life and then his father looked at him and said,
“It’s like you’re not my son anymore.”
And Stiles broke.
Possessiveness, Miscommunication, and Jealousy by Moonbeam
51,789 / teen / sterek / 14/14
Some people from Derek’s life before the show come to visit and none of the pack are happy about it, especially when one of them starts picking on Stiles.
Part of the Growling ‘Verse.
Thing One and Thing Two by words_reign_here
37,184 / mature / sterek / 18/18
After the sudden, violent death of Claudia Argent, Chris Argent takes his twins, Stiles and Allison from their hometown and to a place that seems to have a history with the Argent family.
The Stilinski boys seem to have a huge role to play in both the Argent family history and in the town.
Stiles and Allison are about to find out how big.
Stilinski’s Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain
35,179 / teen / sterek / 1/1
“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”
“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.
Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:
DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him
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Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.
Bicycle Flavored Ice Cream by words_reign_here
29,083 / teen / sterek / 1/1
Derek finally has everything where it should be. His pack is good, strong, back from college and they are a cohesive team. Other than the occasional witch, hunters and blip in the road, this is what it should have always been like. A pack in the Hale house, watching out for Beacon Hills.
One Door Closes by KouriArashi
27,794 / explicit / sterek / 5/5
Derek knows that Stiles is too young for him, but Stiles doesn't agree. Eight years after Derek rejects him due to the age gap, they meet again where Derek has settled in Wyoming as a ranch hand, and Stiles is the new deputy, and still pissed as hell about the way Derek turned him down. Things don't go as either of them planned. (I'm sure a million fics have been written about older Stiles and Derek, but this one has cowboy Derek, does that help?)
one by one, we come home by foxerica
15,373 / gen / sterek / 1/1
Six years ago, Scott kicked Derek out of the pack for a stupid reason. Derek's had six years to make his peace with it, but after he bumps into Kira at the grocery store, his quiet life isn't the same.
(Basically, a fic where everyone loves Derek.)
Theory of Overprotective Canines by rosepetals24
11,798 / teen / sterek / 1/1
Stiles is totally looking forward to living alone in his super cool apartment off-campus. He is. He is also very excited to bike to school every day, ready to set up an awesome game room, and definitely over his crush on Derek Hale. Completely over it.
Or at least he is until Derek decides he's moving in with him. And then turns out to be the perfect roommate. And then starts attending all his classes. As a wolf.
This is not going according to plan.
Run ‘Til You Can’t Walk by orphan_account
11,252 / teen / stydia / 1/1
Allison, Lydia, and Stiles have had enough of Beacon Hills and all the supernatural parts and people it has. So, they leave.
But it's not long before the supernatural drags them back in, and they're in more danger than ever.
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Where do YOU think the main tw characters would be today? (LOL can't believe this man wrote the show n can't think of anything to say about the characters🤡 )
omg this gif is so perfect for your ask slkjdklfhkjghfkjdh OKAY SO. i will answer this 2 ways- first, the way i think it /actually/ would play out, and second, the way i would WANT it to continue. okay here we go.
firstly, i think i kinda agree with jeff in the way that scott is just so fcukin selfless that even though he would REALLY want to take a break from saving the world, i don’t think he could do it for longer than a few months at a time. i totally see him travelling around helping and advising packs, trying to make/keep peace between the supernatural communities and the humans around them. i don’t know if any of that would have been a path for him though had 6b not happened. he was definitely on his way to vet school :(
i think stiles woulda finished studying at quantico but finally just accepted the fact that he can’t manipulate all authority the way he’s used to so he just says fuck it and comes back to beacon hills and scott and the pack. i think maybe he’d work one or two years for the bureau, but just to make some connections, cuz i see him working with scott as his emissary for the rest of his damn days and maybe doing some private detective work on the side for fun (a la psych).
lydia will definitely do as much school as she possibly can. tack on all those acronyms to her name until she’s sick of typing it out every time she signs some official document. she’s the head of a science or medical department somewhere doing cutting edge research which she puts on hold to find a cure for covid while also making incredibly stylish masks that she donates to charity.
malia is gonna try one semester at college cuz scott makes it look fun when she goes to visit him at UC davis, but she drops out when she realizes there’s just too much writing involved and she’d rather be running through the woods on all fours. i think she’d have the most fun in her 20s- trying everything she’s got time for just to see how it makes her brain and body feel. malia continues to search for self control and independence, eventually going off to some adventure (possibly finding kira or isaac along the way ;)
i see kira coming back to beacon hills eventually. maybe in 900 years :( those skinwalkers were fucken serious dude, and she just.. went with them. ok.
i’m sad about liam and hayden. they deserved closure. i think he absolutely went to look for her once things were “handled” with monroe and scott had everything under control. he and hayden stayed strong for awhile but eventually they break up.
mason? absolutely beacon hills’ #1 resource for the supernatural and also the town’s/county’s history because mason just DEVOURED the rest of the libraries in town and knows absolutely everything. he studies with deaton and works at the local college but is writing a book that’s gonna be a huge bestseller.
derek and chris are working together with scott and stiles to help other wolf packs on the west coast and beyond, organizing meetings and resources in the struggle against monroe and people like her. the way the series was left it’s like... they kinda have to do that? for awhile? derek and chris are the muscle- both in size/age and in memory.. like.. big. scott counts on them to validate his decisions. it’ll be like that until things calm down.
i see melissa living with chris for awhile and then retiring from the hospital in like, her 80s, but she never leaves beacon hills and the house she raised her son in. chris moves in, of course. they grow old together.
the sheriff retires and becomes a ladies man at the local pub XD
as for relationships hmmm... stydia breaks up eventually, because distance and stiles can’t keep it in his pants (even though he’ll always love her just as deeply as he always has). they remain close tho because the pack will always stay together. malia and scott date for a long while but she leaves to find herself and they don’t get back together. at some point i see stalia happening again (somewhere in their 20s) but then they realize they’re too different now after being apart for so long and that ends too. i don’t think any ships would make it in the real world if i’m being honest with the way these characters were written. i think scott needs someone much more like kira (but she’s gone ffs), and like his mom. selfless but soft. and passionate.
okay, so. the way i WANT their future to look? let’s try this.
stiles goes to the academy, does the whole thing but can’t take an assignment because after he visits scott at uc davis a few times he realizes he’s in love with his best friend and absolutely MUST move back home ASAP screw this fbi crap. so scott becomes a vet and apprentices with deaton (duh), eventually taking over the clinic when deaton’s ready to retire. stiles works for his dad and the department part time, helping them out the way he always has only this time legally. he also helps scott at the clinic and studies with deaton and mason on weekends. lydia becomes a professor and a writer and after a number of years jet setting (not on a jet- just for lack of a better term) to promote her best sellers decides it’s time to settle back down in california and be with the people who truly love and understand her. she and stiles get close again and she helps him choose the ring and plan his proposal to scott. kira comes back after a few years but luckily scott and malia have already amicably split ... so she and malia bond over their ex alpha boyfriend and end up WHOOPS falling for each other all over again. well look, i guess my endgame is sciles, malira, and lydia x brains.
also i want melissa x chris x sheriff all living together like a buncha cranky alter kakers complaining about the humidity in their rocking chairs while sciles brings them macaroni salad for their weekly sunday brunch.
#that took too long#i don't know how i found so many words????#thanks for asking!!#sldkjkldfhkjhdgfjkf#teen wolf#personal#food mention cw#Anonymous
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(1) My problem w trying to plot a post-canon fic where I want to do my best to portray all the characters in a well rounded & 3D way while respecting canon is that I just can’t get a lock on a Scalia dynamic! I’m already breaking up Stydia, I want to respect the canon but it’s SO HARD when they’ve given me NOTHING! A major part of the idea is a big schism b/w Scott & Stiles, & as it is I’m having trouble coming up with ANY scenario for Malia & Scott interacting that isn’t just them breaking up!
(2) no matter how much i try, as soon as the shouting & arguing starts Malia in my head basically just keeps getting annoyed w all the bullshit, announcing she cares more about Stiles than Scott (in a platonic way) then dumping Scott & walking out. Which is bad for my story bc I need people sticking around Scott & not just all of them rallying around Stiles! But bc of bad writing or w/e I don’t see/think Malia genuinely cares about Scott more than she does Stiles, even if it’s not romantically
Hopefully I’m reading this ask correctly (it’s been a long day, I am so tired, someone save me |D) but I think you’re saying that the idea/fic you’re writing involves a huge schism between Stiles and Scott right? My first read-through of the ask made me think you meant in canon but reading it again I think you’re saying it’s in your fic and that’s what you’re trying to figure out with the Scalia.
I understand what you mean about having trouble with trying to keep canon-compliant but struggling with the relationship aspect, but the best thing you can do then is to make sure that you have enough background and building of your own of the Scalia pairing for it to actually work where Malia will stick with Scott. If it’s post-canon, depending on how much time has passed (like, a year? Two? Ten?) you can build up and imply how long they’ve been together and talk about things they’ve overcome together. If it’s meant to be like, immediately after the show ended, you can still work at building the relationship as things that happened that we didn’t see (like, imply conversations and outings that happened during the show’s main run but that weren’t being focussed on?)
And I mean, while there may not be much canonically to keep Malia with Scott (as far as I’ve been told), you can also try and remember/focus on all the things that Stiles and Malia went through together. Like, Stiles knew her name was Malia Hale and he didn’t tell her, and while we know why he kept it from her, it still really hurt her when she found out and basically ended their relationship (if memory serves, it’s been a while |D).
So while yes, there’s a lot of history between them and she probably values her friendship with Stiles a lot, if you build on the Scalia in your fic to help it work, and remember/focus on the Stiles/Malia issues, it might help you tip the balance enough that your idea will work....? Maybe? >.>
Idk if that’s helpful, but I hope it was <3
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