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voidpetrova · 8 months

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cold — stiles stilinski x reader

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content warnings and genre: none — fluff

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synopsis: you've always been cold-hearted, you had made such a mess of your life. stiles stilinski, on the other hand, was always good at cleaning things up

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in the corner of the bar, where the air was heavy with laughter and the clinking of glasses, you held court with an aura of detachment. your remarks were as quick as your dart throws, and your eyes held a practiced indifference. you were known for the strength you exuded, a fortress built around a heart guarded by layers of skepticism. and then there was stiles stilinski, a whirlwind of energy and charm, who stumbled into your world like a hurricane. his attempts at bravado were overshadowed by the genuine nervousness that radiated from him as he hesitantly approached the pool table, unsure if he was prepared to face the challenge of breaking down the barriers you'd carefully constructed. little did he know that his persistent determination would be the catalyst to unravel the enigma you had become, gradually chipping away at the ice to reveal the warmth you had long hidden within.

as Stiles leaned against the pool table, trying to summon the courage to engage you, your eyes flicked up to meet his, briefly locking in a silent battle of wills. the smirk on your lips deepened as you noted the unease in his stance, the way his fingers fidgeted with the chalk, and the nervous gulp he tried to hide. with a casual grace, you lined up your shot, the sharp thud of the cue ball against the others filling the air as you pocketed one ball after another.

stiles watched in a mix of awe and intimidation, his initial confidence waning with every precise move you made. his own attempts at playing pool suddenly felt feeble in comparison, his aim faltering as the pressure of your silent scrutiny bore down on him. yet, even in the face of your unwavering demeanor, there was something magnetic about the challenge you presented – an allure that drew him in despite his reservations.

after what felt like an eternity of missed shots and nervous laughter, he finally managed to sink a ball, though his victory was met with an amused quirk of your eyebrow. the corner of his mouth twitched into a half-smile as he shrugged, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly.

as the game continued, so did the banter. your sarcasm matched his as it bounced off the walls, aimed at him with a precision that could've wounded, yet strangely, it only made him more determined to hold his ground. stiles found himself engaging in a verbal spar that was half-insults, half-teasing, and entirely exhilarating.

the pool table was a battleground of wit and skill, each shot a chance to one-up the other. stiles leaned over the table, squinting at the layout of the balls. “so, uh, i guess this is where i show off my skills,” he quipped, his grin almost cocky.

you rolled your eyes dramatically, leaning against your cue. “oh, i can hardly wait to witness this display of unparalleled talent,” you deadpanned, your sarcasm dripping like honey.

stiles pulled back the cue and took his shot, missing the mark by a mile. he straightened up, laughing nervously. “beginner's luck, right?”

“or perhaps a glimpse of your true potential,” you shot back, your eyebrow raised. You took your turn and sank a ball effortlessly.

he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “right, because everyone knows sinking one ball totally makes you a pool shark.”

“but of course. one could only dream of reaching such illustrious heights,” you replied with feigned admiration, your tone oozing with playful mockery.

stiles's eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in closer to you. “you know, i've heard they're thinking of renaming the game '(y/n)'s pool' in honor of your legendary skills.”

you burst into laughter, unable to hold back. “oh, absolutely. and they're even commissioning a statue in my likeness to be erected in every pool hall across the country.”

stiles grinned, taking his next shot with a determined focus. “i can already picture it – you, stoically posed by the pool table, gazing into the distance as if contemplating the mysteries of the universe.”

“ah, yes. contemplating the mysteries of how you manage to miss every shot,” you countered, your smile teasing.

stiles pretended to clutch his heart in mock agony. “ouch! that one hurt. right in the ego.”

“you're welcome. consider it a free service,” you replied, sinking another ball effortlessly.

as the game continued, the exchange of comments became a playful dance, each comment a step closer to dismantling the walls you'd both built. the bar hummed with laughter and camaraderie, the tension between you and him slowly giving way to something that felt unexpectedly comfortable and exciting.

with a triumphant grin, you lined up your shot and expertly sent a striped ball into the corner pocket. as you straightened up, you glanced over at stiles who was watching you with a mix of admiration and bemusement.

“wow, i have to admit, that was pretty impressive,” he said, raising his beer to you in a mock salute.

you offered a small nod of acknowledgment and turned towards the bar. “thanks. i'll take a whiskey sour,” you ordered, your voice carrying a hint of authority. stiles chimed in, “i'll have a beer.”

as the bartender prepared your drinks, stiles leaned in, his voice lowering as he said, “you know, it's funny. everyone in the pack sees you as this walking mystery, a bigger asshole than derek, if you can believe it.”

you smirked, taking a sip of your drink once it arrived. “well, it's always good to have a reputation to uphold.”

stiles chuckled, swirling his beer in his glass. “yeah, but i think there's more to it. i've seen the way you watch us, especially when we're all together. it's like you're keeping us at arm's length, but you're still invested somehow.”

you took a deep breath, your guard momentarily slipping as you met his gaze. “you're observant, stiles.”

he shrugged, a small smile on his lips. “comes with the territory. but seriously, what's your story? what turned you into this enigma?”

you hesitated, your fingers tracing the rim of your glass. “i used to be different, you know. just like derek.”

stiles' eyebrows shot up in surprise. “wait, seriously? i mean, no offense, but i don't really see you and eerek having a lot in common.”

a bitter smile tugged at your lips. “maybe not on the surface. but there was a time when i let myself fall in love, just like he did. and i let him get hurt.”

stiles' expression softened, his voice gentle. “i'm sorry to hear that. but that's not a reason to close yourself off from everyone.”

you met his gaze, vulnerability flickering in your eyes. “when you hurt someone you love, stiles, it changes you. it makes you question everything. and since then, i've been… this way.”

he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours. “hey, we all make mistakes. but the past is the past. love has a funny way of finding its way back into our lives.”

you stared at him, a mixture of disbelief and hope warring within you. “you really believe that?”

stiles smiled, his eyes earnest. “i do. and maybe, just maybe, i'm here to remind you that not everyone will hurt you like before.”

as his words settled over you, a warmth spread through your chest, thawing some of the ice that had encased your heart for so long. in the midst of this playful game and banter, an unexpected connection had blossomed – one that had the potential to rewrite the narrative you'd clung to for so many years.

#teen wolf #tw #stiles #stiles stilinski #stiles x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski angst #stiles stilinski smut #derek hale #x reader

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sourmiguel · 1 year

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Driving Mr. Derek by I_JustWokeUp (wc9752, teen)

Summary: Derek no longer has a license to drive. So Laura steps in and hires fresh-out-of-college-with-useless-major Stiles Stilinski to drive him around. An experiment, also, with intersped images and text.

This layout is so fun to read! Not only is the writing great, but all of the images laid out in the text make it more interesting/interactive. Definitely a fun one!

*Double Rec Incoming!* Two fic recs for the price of one!

Wrong Number by @greenleaf1316 (wc9833, teen)

Summary: Even wrong numbers can get it right sometimes. ...Or one where Stiles dials the wrong number and keeps forgetting to change it, while Derek ends up going along for the ride and sees Stiles four times before Stiles meets him.

This is SO CUTE. Stiles totally would keep calling a wrong number, just for funsies. Also, Derek is presh in this fic.

*TRIPLE Rec Incoming* But wait, there's more!

The Right Book, in the Right Hands by @troubleiwant (wc10633, mature)

Summary: Stiles loves his job. Mostly. Like, maybe sixty-seven percent loves. For right out of college that's pretty good, right? And among people working in the Chicago O’Hare airport he's positive he's in the 99th percentile of job enjoyment. When all is said and done, he really does love putting the right book into the right hands. Especially when those hands are as attractive as the ones attached to Hot Businessman Derek Hale.

STOP THIS IS SO CUTE. I love this meet-cute fic more than anything else in the world omg. Read this right now.

#fic rec #sterek #sterek au

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harringtonstilinski · 2 years

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Stiles Doesn’t Know - Mitch Stilinski

Author: @stilinskiparker Characters: Mitch Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 1,604 Warnings: fluff, angst Tropes/AU’s: Best Friends to Lovers | Fake Dating | Soulmate AU | Established Relationship | Break Up ; Back Together | Enemies to Lovers | Secret Dating | if you can think of any more, let me know! Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes! I hope it meets your expectations, anon friend! A/N: Hi, friends! I don’t recall ever writing a “secret dating” trope before. If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

“Are you coming?”

“I can’t! I can’t do that to Stiles! He’s my best friend!”

“He’s with Dad at the station. He’s not even here.”

There was a pause between our words before I sighed. “Does he have a clue?”

“No. He’s too spazzed out to even focus on trying to figure us out.”

I sighed again. “Fine. I’ll come over. But the moment your dad and Stiles walk through the door, that’s it. We’re done.”

“We’re done?”

“Not done done. Just… done for the night… or while Stiles is around.”

I could tell he was thinking about his reply on his end of the phone. “Okay.”

I smiled, bringing my bottom lip between my teeth. “Okay. I’ll see you tonight.”

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The moment I stepped into the Stilinski household, the oldest Stilinski twin’s lips were on mine, his arm going around my back while he closed the front door with the other.

“Well, hello to you, too,” I mutter against his lips.

“No talking,” he muttered against mine.

I chuckled, causing a smile to break out on my lips. The only thing I could feel was his lips on my teeth.

“Babe,” he said, lips still on my teeth. “I’m very happy to see you, but all I want right now is your lips on mine before we have to, in your words, be done for the night.”

“Okay, okay,” I replied, pressing my lips back against his.

He picked me up, walking us to the couch. I only knew that because I knew the layout of this house like the backs of my hands.

Mitch and I have secretly been seeing each other for about three years now. It was inevitable, really. I’ve always had feelings for him, and he’s told me that his feelings started when we were Freshmen in High School, and we started dating our Junior year. We’re Sophomores in college now.

He’s the one who wanted us to start seeing each other. I didn’t want Stiles to know, so he added on to it.

“Y/N, I really like you, and I want to be with you. So, will you? Be my girlfriend, that is,” Mitch asked, the both of us laying on his bed.

I sighed and looked at him. “I like you, too, Mitch. But I can’t do that to Stiles. I can’t see you, having him know. I’m not sure how he’ll react.”

“He’s with Malia. It’ll be fine,” he said. “But if it makes you feel better, we can keep it a secret from him.”

My brows drew in, confusion written all over my face. “You’d do that? For me?”

He nodded. “Of course. Whatever you want.”

I put my hand on the side of his face, a small smile on my lips. “Okay,” I whispered. “Let’s do it.”

He pressed his lips to mine, lightly for a moment before pulling back, our lips separating with a small smack. We looked at each other for a few moments before he dipped his head back to mine, more hunger in the kiss than before.

I guess I had blacked out because the next thing I knew, my lips were parting from his, Mitch’s hand on my outer thigh to keep my leg up on his waist, my hands in his hair.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” I whispered back.

Yes, we’ve already said I love you to each other, and no, we didn’t wait the “right amount of time” before we said it. We started saying it about three or so weeks after we started seeing each other.

As he dipped his back down, I heard the sound of muffled doors shutting, so I tapped his shoulders. “Mitch, babe. I think they’re back.”

“They’re not due back until about 10 tonight,” he breathed.

“No, really, I think–”

The sound of keys in the lock made Mitch stop abruptly, the both of us listening for the lock to… unlock… that was never relocked after I got here.

We listened to voices on the other side of the door, one of them saying my name and the fact that I was here. I could hear the confusion in their voice.

The doorknob turned, Mitch and I both jumped off the couch; me going into the kitchen, and him going to the bottom of the stairs to act as if he was just coming down them.

“Mitch! Y/N!” Stiles’ voice rang out.

“Why is she here?” I heard Malia ask.

“Maybe her parents aren’t home?” Stiles asked.

“Whatever the case,” Sheriff said. “You both know she’s welcome. Anytime.”

I walked out of the kitchen, bowl of chips in hand. “Thank you, Sheriff,” I smiled. I looked over to my right, seeing Mitch looking at his phone. “Oh. Hey, Mitch. I didn’t know you were home.”

He looked up at me, an unamused look on his face. “You didn’t see that hunk of junk outside?”

Shaking my head, I put a chip in my mouth. “Nope.”

He hummed, walking past me. “Shocking.”

I know him acting like an ass is an act when it comes to me, but I can’t lie and say it doesn’t hurt because it does. I sighed and walked to the couch, sitting down and turning the TV on. Feeling Malia’s eyes on me, I looked at her. “What?”

“Why are you here?” she asked.

“Because I was bored at my own home, so I came here?” I said. “You should know I pretty much live here.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” she said. “You’re Stiles’ best friend not his girlfriend. That’s me.”

“I never once said that I was here for Stiles, and even if I was, it would be to do this, right here.” I pointed to the chips and TV. “Hang out. That’s it.”

“Well,” she said, standing from the chair she was sitting in. “That ends here.” She sat down next to me, grabbing the bowl of chips. “You either stay away from Stiles, or I’ll make you.”

Tears welled in my eyes, so I quickly got up and ran up the stairs into the bathroom that connected Mitch and Stiles’ rooms. I locked both doors so that neither of the boys walked in on me crying.

I heard the door rattle after a few minutes, automatically thinking it was Stiles. “Go away, Stiles!”

“Not Stiles.”

I quickly looked at the door to Mitch’s room, walking quickly to unlock it. As soon as I opened the door, two strong arms were around my waist, my own going around Mitch’s neck. I let out a quiet sob, his arms tightening around me just slightly.

“What happened?” Mitch pulled back, putting my face in his hands, thumbs catching the tears coming back my cheeks. “Why are you crying?”

“It’s stupid,” I whispered, looking down at his chest.

He brought my eyes back to his, a stern look on his face. “What. Happened?”

I sighed. “Malia basically threatened me. She told me that I needed to stay away from Stiles or else she’d make me. I don’t even like Stiles like that. It’s strictly platonic between him and I.”

He had that look in his eyes that I was all too familiar with.

“Mitch, I love you. I’m with you. Not Stiles. He’s my best friend. You’re both; my best friend and my boyfriend.”

Soft and understanding eyes. That’s what I saw flash in Mitch’s eyes as he nodded. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to my forehead. “I love you, too,” he muttered. He pulled away to look me in the eyes. “Come on. Let’s watch a movie.”

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Two and a half hours later, I felt like I couldn’t keep my eyes open, I was so tired. Crying over your best friend's girlfriend giving you an ultimatum really drains everything out of you. I yawned for the fifteenth time, Mitch finally noticing.

“You want me to take you home?” he asked.

“I don’t want to go home,” I replied. “Just wanna lay with you.”

I felt his arms wrap around me, tight but loose. “Okay. You can stay.” “I gotta ask your dad,” I yawned, getting up.

I went down the stairs, searching for Sheriff. When I found him in the dining room, sitting at the table, I rested my shoulder and head against the connecting wall. “Hey, Sheriff?”

He looked up at me, a smile on his face. “Y/N. How are ya?” “Tired,” I chuckled, lightly. “Is it okay if I stay over? I can barely stay awake.”

“Sure,” he smiled. “Stiles took the Jeep to take Malia home anyway.”

I nodded. “Good, that’s good.” I walked away, hearing Sheriff chuckle.

Once I made it back to Mitch’s room, I went straight for my drawer, picking out my favorite clothing pieces to wear to bed; one of Mitch’s shirts he’s going to claim he’s been looking for, and a pair of sleeping shorts.

I plopped down on the bed, Mitch’s chuckle sounding in my ears. “You sound like your dad.”

He laughed at that, carefully tugging on my arm. “Come here.”

I moved back to lay beside him, the two of us cuddling as I sighed. “Perfect.”

“You’re perfect,” Mitch said. He placed a hand on my chin, bringing my lips up to his.

What we didn’t realize was that Stiles had come home sometime in between me asking Sheriff if I could stay and Mitch and I kissing.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Stiles asked.

Mitch and I pulled apart, sitting up. “Stiles, we can explain.”

“It’s about time you two got together!”

Mitch and I looked at each other, confused. I looked at Stiles, asking, “How long do you think we’ve been together? And… you’re okay with this?”

“I’m more than okay with it!” he said. “And, I know you two have been seeing each other for the last couple months. You two aren’t very sneaky.” He walked back to his room, leaving Mitch and I confused.

We looked at each other and laughed, laying back on the mattress.

“Well,” Mitch said. “The rest of the school year is going to be fun.”

All I could do was look at him, a smile on my face. “I love you.” “I love you, too.”

I laid my head on his chest, closing my eyes. “Stiles doesn’t know.”

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

Additional Note: i know this supposed to be a secretly dating trope, and while it is, it also isn’t because i’ve never written for this trope before but i hope y’all like it!!

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Posted on September 30, 2022

#stilinski twins x reader #stilinski twins x reader insert #mitch stilinski x reader #mitch x reader

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beautifulcreaturestw · 2 years

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MAIN OCS MASTERLIST

under the cut... layout inspo

GABRIEL MATEO ARGENT.

universal nicknames: gabe

species: human (that you or any character knows of)

seasons: one–three, undecided

love interest: stiles stilinski

faceclaim: matthew daddario

CLEMENTINE LUCILLE HALE.

universal nicknames: clem

species: human

seasons: one–movie

love interest: scott mccall

faceclaim: kristine froseth

OPHELIA JUN LING.

universal nicknames: none

species: medium

seasons: one–four, sixb–movie

love interest: derek hale

faceclaim: jessica henwick

RACHEL CECELIA CHEN.

universal nicknames: rach

species: soul-swapped human

seasons: two–undecided

love interest: isaac lahey

faceclaim: natasha liu bordizzo

GUNNAR EMIL MORDERE.

universal nicknames: none

species: human (hunter)

seasons: two–undecided

love interest: allison argent

faceclaim: bill skarsgard

LOKI MORNINGSTAR.

universal nicknames: none

species: half-demon

seasons: threeb–movie

love interest: lydia martin

faceclaim: chris wood

VALERIE ROSANA BASILIO.

universal nicknames: val

species: werewolf

seasons: threeb--movie

love interest: malia tate

faceclaim: bianca santos

JOSETTE EILEEN HARVEY.

universal nicknames: jo

species: spinnetod

seasons: four–movie

love interest: liam dunbar & theo raeken

faceclaim: courtney eaton

#masterlist #aliverse masterlist #aliverse ocs #type: masterlist #oc: josette harvey #oc: gabriel argent #oc: valerie basilio #oc: clementine hale #oc: gunnar mordere #oc: loki morningstar #oc: ophelia ling #oc: rachel chen #ocappreciation #allaboutocs #fyeahteenwolfocs #teenwolfocs #teen wolf ocs

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otg2012 · 1 year

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“All I Saw Was You" Timeline

Summary:

My Stiles/Jackson series called "All I Saw Was You" starts 14 years after the end of season 2 which is what I call the "present". At the same time, you also find out what happened in the "past" and what happens in the "future". This timeline establishes an order of the chapters throughout the years but personally, I recommend to read it in the order in which is posted on AO3.

* This timeline will be updated when I post more parts.

* I’m posting it here to link it on the description of my series and delete it from AO3, so it needs to edited another day after deleting 3 chapters like this one that were not “stories”. I can’t risk losing my account or having it frozen again for something like this.

* I love to know what people think of the story, the OCs, the voices, etc... so feedback is very welcome and always cheers me up. I reply as soon as I can.

Notes:

I never expected to write this timeline and that's why I had not done it in six years—Because I still think that it's better to read the story as it's been posted, but Aceadams asked me last month if I had done one and I remembered that Wam6996 had also asked me about it a lot of time ago... so I started to think about it as a way to establish a sort of layout of the story in a more visual way (not as a reading order although people are free to read it as they wish/prefer), and finally, I was like "okay, why not?" So, I decided to write it down.

This has taken some time to finish, so it'd be nice to know if it's useful for anybody... because I also thought that, apart from those two people, maybe nobody would care about it.

Let me know if you have any doubt.

This post will be updated when I post more parts.

P105. Humans, Werewolves and the Beginning of Everything

P114. Tell Me I'm Strong Enough

P115. You're still you… Mr. I’m fucking "perfect"

P116. Thank you, Dr. Whittemore

P119. Broken Promises Will Come Back to Haunt You [+ Q & A]

P52. Chocolate Muffins, Nightmares and Some Xbox

P154. A Werewolf's Charade Is a Human's Unlikely Opportunity (Part 1)

P155. A Werewolf's Charade Is a Human's Unlikely Opportunity (Part 2)

P26. It's in the Way You Look

P121. Fantasy. Reality. Fucking Figure it Out

P100. Why Did You Kiss Me? — * 4th anniversary post

P36. Three Things You Love, Three things You Hate

P45. Jackson Never Says "I Love You"

P29. A New Kind of Secret

P11. Not Lydia 2.0

P57. Who Knew You Wouldn't Be Nobody Anymore

P102. How many "Stiles" do you know?

P107. The Right Amount of PDA

P112. No More Secrets

P16. My Asshole Boyfriend

P50. If Anybody Is Breaking Something Here, That's Gonna Be Me

P90. I Could Kiss You on the Mouth Right Now

P124. It's You and Me, and the Distance in Between — * 5th anniversary post

P108. A Christmas Miracle: Santa, Blue and Broken Rules

P147. Your True You

P148. Zero Kissing Involved

P150. About the Guy with Jackson's Freaking Heart

P151. About the Relationship Kane Can’t Get in the Middle of

P152. Four Things Jackson Hates and One Thing He Loves

P153. The Start of a Stiles and Jackson Fan Club

P156. Dealing with the Kanes of the World

P18. Derek Is Not Your Boyfriend

P39. The Kind of Christmas Gift You Can't Return

P110. I Want "You"

P111. Stiles Is All Kindness (aka Not Bad)

P14. No More BB-8

P3. No Other Option

P35. Part of You and Part of Me

P40. More Than a Cuddle

P41. True Love Lasts Forever

P42. My Path Is Bound With Yours

P43. Unconditionally

P72. Not Your Typical Family Dinner

P46. Not Weird, Special

P47. Part Whittemore, Part Stilinski. Can You Imagine That?

P48. The Ultimate Proof of Love

P62. Say Goodbye to Yesterday

P63. Stiles Is the Exception Except When He Isn't

P64. The End of the World as You Know It

P65. Our Story Is Just Getting Started — * 3rd anniversary post.

P51. 911. What's Your Emergency?

P59. He's Coming Back to You

P67. Do You Believe in Fate?

P78. Close Your Eyes and Count to Ten

P1. All I Saw Was You

P2. On the Wire

P4. Beautifully Unfinished

P5. My Blue Skies and Grey

P6. That Little Consequence of Being Mates

P7. Broken Frame

P8. Into the Wild

P9. Out of the Darkness

P10. So Close But Yet So Far — * 1st anniversary post

P12. 50 %

P13. Blue Eyes, Perfect Cheeks

P15. Without the Shadow of a DoubT

P16. My Asshole Boyfriend

P17. Bound Together

P19. A Second Chance... Maybe

P21. I Know What You Like

P22. Revelations, Memories, and Coke Zero

P23. I Want To Kiss You. Right Now

P25. Put Your Arms Around Me

P26. It's in the Way You Look

P28. Not Just a Bite

P30. I Can't Make Any Promises — * 2nd anniversary post

P34. The Big Spoon

P44. Moving on

P49. I Don't Want to Lose You

P58. Love Came in Between

P66. This Is Me Now

P71. How Do You See Me?

P73. Don't Let Your Past Hunt You Down

P106. Call Me by My Name

P74. This Time, It's Jackson's Turn

P94. Don't Forget There's No Logic in a Partially Human Supernatural Creature

P95. I Want You Back

P96. I'll Make All Your Fantasies Come True

P68. A Matter of Trust

P69. Exactly What I Need

P70. Son of Superman

P75. A kiss Is Just a Kiss

P76. As the Light Breaks Through

P79. Little Monsters

P80. Too Young for This Shit

P81. Reasons to Hide Your Tears

P54. I'd Rather Get Shot by a Wolfsbane Bullet

P55. But You Are Married to an Asshole

P56. Consider It Temporary Insanity

P60. From One to Ten, He's a Twenty

P61. Killing Is Always the Last Resort

P20. Guard and Protect

P37. Nobody Said That Werewolves Couldn't Shoot Arrows

P38. Nobody Said You Can't Be Shirtless to Have a Conversation

P133. Ten Years Too Late

P134. Emotionally Compromised

P103. Never Let Anybody Make You Feel Like You Are Any Less Than What You Are

P139. Lying Runs in the Family

P140. Forever Young

P141. Only 50 % Human

P142. Everything Is Connected

P82. Run Kyle Run

P83. You're Married to a Dude?

P84. That's His Thing

P85. Maybe It Was Meant to Be

P86. An Atypical Client

P87. All Alone in the Danger Zone

P88. Rules Are Made to Be Broken

P89. Your Trust Means Everything

P91. Are You Ready to Take My Hand?

P92. Too Many Horror Movies

P93. Maybe Fate Is Actually a Thing

P97. Who Makes All the Rules?

P98. That’s Not Who We Are

P99. Is There Anything Your Father Can’t Do? (aka Right in the Middle)

P101. Under the Radar

P122. Lifeboat

P104. A Portrait of Self-control

P109. If It's Easy Then It Can't Be Love (aka No Way in Hell)

P113. What I'll Whisper in Your Ear

P117. Fate Had a Different Plan Than the One in Your Head

P33. The One

P24. Only Half Wolf

P120. An Alpha, His Husband and a Future that Remains Unclear

P123. With You, Everything Is Crystal Clear

P125. Set Your Fears Free. Find Your Truth

P126. Variety Is the Spice of Life

P127. Practice Until You Can't Get It Wrong

P128. Defying Laws of Gravity

P129. Romantic Ideas Not to Keep

P130. Empty Space

P131. Whittemore, Hale & Associates

P132. Hale, Whittemore & Associates

P135. Throw All the Darkness into Gold

P136. The Adoption Thing

P137. Life Happened to You

P144. Pancakes, Orange Juice, Plus Some Breakfast News

P145. Taboo Topic and All That — * 6th anniversary post.

P146. I Love You Both

P164. You’re Only Half Stilinski

P159. Too Explicit for Television (a.k.a. Call Me What You Want)

P160. It's Right to Assume

P161. Unreal

P162. No One Like You

P163. You Don't Need to Know Everything

P177. So, This Is a Date?

P178. He's Gonna Be a Star.

P157. Yesterday No-one, Today You're a Star

P158. I'm at the Top of the Pyramid

P165. Full Moon Calling (Part 1)

P166. Full Moon Calling (Part 2)

P167. A God in His Bed

P168. Not Running Out

P169. Not the Kind of Secret You'd Expect From Your Celebrity Boyfriend

P170. That Time You Got That First Gig You Never Knew You Wanted at an Interspecies Affair

P171. Jackson Is Not Your Regular Werewolf

P172. Blood, Pain and Regrets

P173. A Disorder in a Not-So-Human Body

P174. Second Nature

P175. Destiny Is Not Bullshit No Matter Who Believes in It

P176. Two Brothers. Different Paths.

P32. Alive: An "All I Saw Was You" Fanmix

P118. End of the Earth: An "All I Saw Was You" Fanmix

P27. An "All I Saw Was You" Companion

P53. Poll I (Deleted from AO3)

P77. Poll II (Deleted from AO3)

P119. Q & A [+ Broken Promises Will Come Back to Haunt You]

P138. After the Crash

P143. An "All I Saw Was You" Visual Guide (Up to part 142)

P149. The "All I Saw Was You" Timeline (Deleted from AO3)

Notes:

In case you don't know, I have other stackson stories that you might find interesting if you like this series:

* What If It's you? (Human AU / Crossover with "Spooks | MI-5" ) * Throw Your Weight On Me (Alpha/Omega AU) * No Infinity (Human AU in space) * Hollywood (Human AU in 1950) * The Chemicals Between Us (Human AU)

#all I saw was you #stackson #jackson x stiles #teen wolf fanfiction #stiles x jackson

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ㅤㅤ . . . . ⦃Stiles x Lydia⦄

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#stiles stilinski #lydia martin #dylan o'brian #holland roden #stiles stilinski icon #stiles stilinski header #stiles stilinski layout #holland roden icon #holland roden header #holland roden layout

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World on Fire * Stiles Stilinski/OC (part 5)

Summary: Madison has always been cautious, preferring to view the world through a lens of wary curiosity, rather than diving into the unknown with reckless abandon. But when she moves to Beacon Hills with her cousin and grandfather, and is thrown into that unknown before she can stop it, she will soon face an impossible choice. Accept her new reality, or run.

Warnings: original character, werewolves, graphic depiction of violence, some language

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

As it turns out, helping Lydia set up drinks and chips is a more complicated task than Madison would have ever believed. Everything involved has its proper place, arranged in such a way that it looks more like a layout meant for display, only. Honestly, a part of her suspects Lydia would throttle anyone who dared to touch it, but Maddie wisely keeps that opinion to herself, opting instead to simply follow any instruction she is given.

Surprisingly, Lydia is remarkably chatty, despite not the two of them hardly knowing one another. And Madison finds the time going by relatively quickly, such that she is honestly startled to find that the first of the guests have already started to arrive.

Aside from Bash, she really doesn't know any of them just yet, and so she remains on the sidelines, sipping at some sort of attempt at fruit punch that contains more alcohol than punch. Trying to ignore the fact that it is already granting her a bit of a buzz.

Her cousin, by contrast, is otherwise occupied playing a game of beer pong with other members of the lacrosse team, but strangely, Madison does not entirely mind, her attention soon diverted by the arrival of a couple she's honestly been waiting to see.

Allison and Scott.

Weaving her way through small clumps of guests to reach them, Maddie finds a smile pulling at her lips, her eyes catching Allison's in little to no time at all. And although she is still just a little out of her element, practically surrounded by strangers, the alcohol she has already consumed thanks to the punch allows her to continue moving forward with relative ease.

"Madison! Hey!"

"Hey yourself!" Maddie replies, blinking back surprise as Allison pulls her into an eager embrace, and nearly upends her punch as a result, "You're here!"

"I'm here!"

"For a minute there, I thought you were going to back out on me."

"What? No!" Allison exclaims, her eyes going wide as she shares a look with Scott, before attempting to explain, "Why would I—"

"Allison."

"What?"

"I'm teasing," Madison laughs, the relief that makes itself known in Allison's expression only heightening her amusement, though she suspects some of that is due to the plastic cup held in her right hand, as well, "I'm glad you're here."

"Me too. This is—this is Scott."

"Hey."

The singular word is tentative. Soft, as though Scott is every bit as out of his element here as Madison is, herself. The thought brings her some manner of relief, even in spite of how she knows eventually, the couple standing before her may very likely want some time on their own. Unbidden, a sudden rush of boldness seems to take hold, and Maddie is honestly surprised when her ensuing remark provokes a ready laugh, rather than causing undue offense.

"Pen collector and—dog whisperer. I've heard."

"Dog whisperer?" Scott repeats, incredulity resting behind the words, though amusement is still present, as well, "I really don't—I mean, I'm not—"

"Allison told me everything. It was very—charming."

"Charming?"

"Sure. I mean you got yourself a date, right?"

Scott's eyes go almost comically wide at the statement, and Madison realizes almost too late that her words could be interpreted in a far different way than she intended them, the idea that Scott would have had any sort of ulterior motive at all in helping the dog as Allison said he had done having been the farthest thing from her mind. But before she can make any sort of attempt at forming an apology, a familiar presence registers at her side, her cousin's voice light—teasing—as he interjects on her behalf.

"Putting your foot in it again, Mads?"

"No, she—she's fine," Scott stammers, almost immediately becoming aware of Sebastian's raised eyebrow, and hurrying to correct himself with rapidly flushing cheeks, "I mean—not fine like that—"

"So you think my cousin is ugly, then."

"No, I—I didn't say—I'm really blowing this, aren't I?"

"Nah, man. I'm only joking."

The astonished expression on Scott's face is enough to tell that he honestly does not know which way to turn, his gaze once again turning toward Allison, as though she can somehow manage to give him the upper hand. She shrugs, a smile toying at her lips, before her attention turns to Bash, instead.

She does not appear upset in the slightest at his teasing of her date, and that lone fact goes a long way in giving Madison the courage to speak up, next.

"Sorry about him. He's—well, he's just as bad as I am, apparently."

"Excuse you. I happen to be a delight."

"I stand corrected. He's actually worse."

"He's fine," Allison assures, glancing at Scott, and giving him a little nudge with her elbow that has him flushing a bit as a result, "I think if he puts up with Stiles, he can handle a little harmless teasing."

"The only difference is that I actually know Stiles—"

"Give it time, and you'll end up liking me better."

"I wouldn't be too sure on that," Maddie counters, dodging to the side to avoid her cousin's retaliatory swat, though he does manage to loop an arm around her shoulders to yank her against his side not long after, "Hey!"

"You know it's true."

"Actually, I don't."

"Do not make me throw you in this pool, Madison Lorraine Duvall."

"Oh God, not the middle name—"

"What's wrong with your middle name?" Allison questions, a genuine sort of confusion taking over her features that prompts Madison to smile even in spite of her embarrassment over Sebastian's inadvertent slip of the tongue.

"It's—a little too 'old lady' for my tastes."

"Don't tell our grandfather you think that."

"Believe me, I don't intend to."

"I uh—I think I might have you beat, there."

The interjection comes from the new arrival standing on Scott's other side, and Madison catches herself turning to face him, curiosity apparent in her expression more so than anything else. She takes in the plaid shirt he has on, unbuttoned over a faded band t-shirt—the buzzed haircut, and wide brown eyes—and finds it surprisingly easy to manage a small smile.

She's seen him around the school, of course, usually glued to Scott's side more often than not. But the relative lack of novelty is not entirely enough to waylay her curiosity, particularly when it comes to her ensuing reply.

"Oh? How so?"

"It's—well, it's kind of the old man-iest of old man names."

"Old man-iest?" Maddie muses, her amusement only seeming to grow as the boy gives her a fervent nod, "Okay. Spill."

"Spill?"

"Yeah. What's—what's the name?"

"Oh, I—I kinda can't tell you that."

"Why not?"

"Well, because if I did, I would have to kill you," The boy quips, his expression entirely serious, though the faintest glimmer of amusement in his tone almost immediately indicates there is no real intention behind the words at all. He seems to look expectantly between Madison, Sebastian, and Scott, as though hoping one of them will speak up in response, and sooner rather than later, and he develops a strange sort of twitchiness when none of them do.

Something that has Madison taking pity on him, and breaking the silence, even in spite of her cousin's obvious amusement at his expense.

"So you brought this up to—"

"To torture you."

"Right."

"Is it working?"

"If I tell you yes, will you give me the answer?"

"His name is Stiles," Scott intervenes, almost immediately aware of his friend's expression of utter betrayal, the laugh that escapes only causing Stiles's apparent anxiety over that betrayal to grow.

"Scott, if you don't shut up right now, I swear to God—"

"But he hates telling anyone his real name."

"So Stiles is a nickname," Maddie surmises, effectively drawing the attention away from Scott, and back to herself, whether she wants to or not, "And we aren't allowed to know the real one?"

"That's—that would be a remarkably accurate assessment, yeah."

Smiling, Madison is rather surprised to note that Stiles offers her an answering grin with little to no hesitation at all, her cheeks warming beneath the gesture even in spite of how she tries to remind herself that it is truly nothing out of the ordinary at all. In truth, she feels far more comfortable with the idea of potentially making yet another friend than she initially thought possible, particularly considering her misgivings a mere few days ago on the first day of school.

At the same time, though, given the almost longing look she catches between Allison and Scott, she also recalls her desire to avoid getting in the way of their date, and so Madison inches just a fraction closer to Bash before gathering the wherewithal to speak once again.

"Well, we shouldn't keep the three of you from your—from the party."

"Oh no, you're not—you're not keeping us!" Allison protests, the words sincere, though Maddie does not miss the way she draws just a bit closer to Scott not long after, "You don't have to go—"

"Actually, I do think it's time I find this one another drink."

Before Madison can react in any way, Bash is winding an arm around her shoulders and steering her away, though she catches one final, startled glance sent her way from Stiles before her attention turns to her cousin, instead. She is not so foolish as to avoid cherishing the familiarity, or chafing at the proximity between them, but a part of her almost wonders what might have happened had she been given the chance to remain behind. But in spite of the small measure of relief that she feels at Sebastian's presence, a part of her also begins to suspect that his steadfast dedication to their grandfather's warning to stick close to one another might just become more of a hindrance than anything else.

Particularly if she continues to be kept in the dark regarding the secrets she knows the two of them keep.

…

Some time later, Madison once again finds herself wandering the party on her own, Bash having departed to find a restroom, and more drinks, hopefully in that order. A pleasant sort of buzz runs through her veins that is far more insistent than the smaller one she'd known after her first drink.

It enables her to remain without any sort of companion at all far easier than she expects, something for which she is, understandably, grateful. And it is that gratitude that allows her to continue moving, at least until she catches her heel on a stray crack in the cement of the patio, and takes an impromptu tumble into a sturdy pair of arms…

"Crap. Crap, I am—I am so sorry!"

Her drink now lost to her on the cement at her feet after falling from her hand with the jolt of impact, Madison once again feels her cheeks flaming, this time with an embarrassed flush that seems all but determined to stay. Forcing herself to look up at her would-be rescuer, she recoils, alarm flaring to life inside her chest as realization dawns that she has absolutely no clue who he is, but his hold upon her arms is somehow too strong to break completely.

The man holding her in place stares down at her from a significant advantage in height, dark brows furrowing as he appears to search her features for something familiar. Something Madison cannot entirely place. But as quickly as that look came, it fades just as fast, only to be replaced with an expression that is neutral at best.

"It's fine."

"It's clumsy," Madison corrects, her teeth worrying her lower lip for a moment as she tries to determine if it would be wise to attempt pulling away again, or if she would be better served by remaining still. The longer she spends staring at the stranger, the more she seems to realize that he does not truly belong here. Not at a high school party, his appearance lending itself to the clear difference in age that rests between them.

A myriad of questions swim to the forefront of Maddie's mind as a result, somehow breaking past the haze placed there by the alcohol she has consumed. But she does not get the chance to ask a single one of them, given the apparent urgency that makes itself known behind the stranger's ensuing words.

"Have you seen Scott McCall?"

"I—what?"

"Scott McCall," The stranger persists, something not all that far from impatience lacing his tone whether he wishes for it to be present or not, "I'm a friend."

"Oh. I—well I spoke to him earlier, but it was only for—for a few minutes—"

"Do you know where he is, now?"

"I don't," Maddie admits, frowning a bit as disappointment makes itself abundantly clear in her companion's expression, "How, um—how do the two of you know each other?"

The snort that escapes the stranger still holding firmly to her arms is not something Madison truly expects, all things considered, and her own brow furrows as she debates whether or not to question him any further. His demeanor seems to suggest that he is hardly someone who enjoys having his motives interrogated. That he isn't exactly fond of interacting with people at all.

Again, she is forced to wonder what exactly he is doing at a high school party, but she knows, somehow, that she is not about to get an answer. Just like she is not about to receive an answer for how this stranger even knows Scott at all.

"It's like I said. I'm a friend," He says, finally releasing his hold on Maddie in favor of straightening and turning his gaze to the rest of the partygoers behind her, instead, "And your friend is going to be looking for you, soon."

"My—what?"

As she might have expected, her companion does not offer any sort of immediate reply, clearly more focused on moving away from her, and into the surrounding throng of partiers, brushing past Sebastian's ensuing approach as a result. The look that passes between them is something Madison cannot even begin to comprehend, but before she has the chance to try, her cousin is at her side once more. A drink is passing from his hand, into her own.

Sebastian still watches after the stranger's departure, his features set in a look that all but dares him to return. And unlike when Madison had been with that stranger, herself, she now finds herself entirely emboldened to ask a question, when she had been utterly incapable of doing so, before.

"Do you know him?"

"Do you?"

"If I did, I wouldn't be asking," Madison states, shifting as Bash moves to avoid her gaze, and forcing herself to continue looking up at him, regardless, "Who is he?"

"Mads—"

"Who is he?"

"He's no one you need to worry about," Sebastian begins, something behind the words indicating that he has no intention of elaborating further, no matter how fiercely Madison may beg for the reality to be otherwise, "Dance with me?"

"Sebastian—"

"Dance with me. Please."

For a moment, Madison is almost tempted to decline. To remain steadfast in her refusal until her cousin gives her the answers she seeks. But another look at Bash's expression indicates all too clearly that he will not give in. Not tonight, at the very least.

She takes his hand not long after the realization dawns, albeit a bit reluctantly, and allows him to drag her out where other couples are already dancing, paying close attention to the plastic cup of punch in her hand along the way so that it will not spill as it had before. And although she does endeavor to appear as though she will not insist upon the truth any more, for Sebastian's sake, more than anything else, she has already resolved to do the precise opposite as soon as she has the chance.

After all, she has absolutely no intention of forgetting her cousin's rather obvious attempt at refusing to give her the stranger's name.

…

Madison has been dancing with her cousin for around twenty minutes when it happens. When the way her entire body seems to warm beneath the influence of the alcohol she has consumed becomes too much to bear. Despite being outside, under the hanging lights spread out above the patio and the pool, she feels as though she might overheat at any moment. And that feeling provides the impetus for her to begin pulling away from her cousin, and heading toward the outer edge of the impromptu dance floor, instead.

Or at least it does, until Sebastian moves to stop her in her tracks.

"Woah—just where do you think you're going, huh?"

"I need some air."

"I'll come with you," Sebastian offers, reaching for Madison's arm as she attempts to begin weaving her way through the crowd dancing around them, her brow wrinkling just a bit as she attempts to protest.

"No, I—I'm fine. I'll be fine on my own."

"You can hardly stand upright, Mads."

"And whose fault is that, I wonder?"

Unable to miss the way in which her cousin seems to flinch in response to her retort, Madison spends a moment feeling guilty, the part of her that knows he is only trying to help at complete odds with the part that still demands her freedom. The part that is still poignantly aware of his refusal to come clean earlier that very night. In truth, she hates the idea of the two of them being divided in any way, particularly as it is not the sort of thing that happens on any sort of frequent basis at all. But before she has any sort of opportunity to confess to such a thing, or attempt an apology, Madison finds that Sebastian is heaving a resigned sort of sigh, his features expressing nothing short of resignation as he finally deigns to speak again.

"Okay. Fair. But that doesn't mean I'm about to let you go wandering off on your own."

"I won't go far," Maddie insists, the sudden desperation she feels to get away from the crowd surrounding them a nearly palpable thing, crawling beneath her skin and begging to be set free, "I promise, Bash, I just—I need a minute or two to just breathe, okay?"

"You do realize our grandfather wanted me to keep an eye on you—"

"And you have been. I—look, if I'm not back in five minutes, then you can come after me. Deal?"

Just a singular look at her cousin's features is enough to tell Madison that he is still mere inches away from refusing to back down. That he hardly wants to allow her to go off on her own, no matter how fiercely she may beg him to do precisely that. Frustration begins to simmer beneath her skin once more, rising in tandem to the anxiousness that is pushing her to get some space. But before she can say or do anything to try and alert him to such a thing, she realizes with a start that Sebastian is taking a step or two away, both hands held up in a gesture of something not all that far from surrender before he replies.

"No more than five minutes, Mads."

"That's what I said."

"If you go five minutes and ten seconds, I'm coming to find you."

"Fair enough."

With Bash's permission, such as it is, and one final nod from him, Madison turns on her heel and begins to set off once more, paying special attention to placing one foot in front of the other so that she will not stumble and fall. She knows, after all, that such a thing will only remove the tenuous independence she has managed to glean in little to no time at all. Determined to avoid such an outcome, she persists in her careful movements, even managing to make it to the edge of the yard by a wall of ornately sculpted shrubbery without incident. And perhaps that is what gives her the courage to move through the small archway erected nearby, even in spite of knowing that doing so will render her completely and totally alone.

An opportunity that is becoming more and more appealing by the second.

She cannot explain it. The fervent need to have some solitude, where before such a reality might have been more likely to make her feel the need to squirm out of her very skin. But as soon as she gets a taste of the crisp evening air that brushes against her as soon as she is on the other side of the hedge, Madison catches herself breathing a sigh of relief, her body leaning back against the shrubs while her eyes track upwards until she is gazing at the beauty of a full moon.

Unbidden, the sight seems determined to drag her thoughts back to the dream that has been haunting her for weeks, now. She recalls, on a whim, that the events of that dream take place on a night that is very similar to this one. Her heart seems to seize within her chest as a result, as though she is back in that dream, fighting for her very life. And then she hears it. The rustle of leaves, signifying someone's approach. The end of her solitude, such as it is, and the return of her frustration all at once…

"It hasn't been five minutes yet, Bash—" She groans, running a hand across her features in open exasperation, before turning to face the opening in the shrubbery she had passed through what feels like only seconds ago. In contrast to her assumption, however, the source of the intrusion does not appear to be coming from that direction. In fact, it is becoming abundantly clear that her space, if it can even be called that, given she is a visitor in someone else's home, is not being invaded by her cousin at all.

Apprehension zings through her veins as the sound grows closer, and she discerns that the source is actually coming from somewhere behind her, rather than anywhere up ahead. A reality that prompts her to squeeze her eyes shut for a moment while attempting to draw in a steadying breath before she turns around.

When she opens her eyes again, Madison's heart very nearly slams to a stop within her chest. Her hand snaps out to seize upon the shrubbery as a means of keeping herself standing. Regardless of what—or who—she might have been expecting, the intruder she is now staring at is nothing human. That reality is now abundantly clear. And as she attempts backing away, her mouth opening around a silent scream as her heel catches in the grass beneath her feet and sends her tumbling to the ground, yet another startling reality reaches the forefront of her mind.

She is currently staring into a pair of eyes that are startlingly—vibrantly—red.

…

#teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #original character fanfiction #original female character #original character #oc fanfiction #oc story #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x original character #stiles stilinski x oc #deucalion

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