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timetowritesomefluff · 10 months

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Long time, no post. New fandom!

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timetowritesomefluff · 3 years

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When you are sick

Scott

Scott would simultaneously be an angel as well as a helpless, floppy puppy. Like, you’re sick in bed and he’s sort of just anxiously hovering, hoping and waiting and watching for when you need something. He’s on the verge of making himself faint until you lift the covers and invite him in for cuddles.

He’s more than happy to comply: he’ll give you a few kisses, he doesn’t care how snotty you are or how gross you feel. He doesn’t even care if he gets sick (he won’t, I hc werewolves run extremely warm internal temps: handy if you run cold and want snuggles!), he just wants to be close and make you feel good.

Stiles

Stiles would situate you on the couch, fluffed pillows and juice in easy reach, the Mandolorian playing—he’d been trying to get you to watch it for aaaages, and the minute you were prone and helpless? BAM he got that baby playing.

But he’d be researching your each and every symptom, to the point where you’d be asking him very nerdy Star Wars questions just to get him to pay attention to you, and he’d be too absorbed in WebMD to expound into extremely complicated minutia about the SW universe.

It isn’t until you slowly, slowly, slowly close the lid of his laptop (he only pulled back his fingers at the very last second), and hit him with the biggest, slightly watery puppy dog eyes that he paused.

Cue Stiles rubbing your feet and excitedly explaining the Mandolorian scene. for. scene. You fell asleep at some point, but he understood it was just because you were sick. When you woke up, you saw him awkwardly situated on the couch, jaw agape and deeply asleep. He’d simply refused to move on the slightest chance any movement woke you up. He wasn’t all that upset when you woke up him, though, and guided him back down with you to cuddle. He’d be sneezing a few days later, but he’d just laugh and tell you it was SO worth it.

Derek

Derek is the errands guy: you need juice? Chicken soup? Heated blankets? Bath salts? How about some flowers, you want some pretty flowers on your nightstand? He’d be just about to head out again when you tugged at his sleeve. “I want YOU.” You’d explain stuffily.

He’d blush, but a soft little smile would light up the mouth of that chiseled face of perfection.

He’d kiss the top of your head, but then pick you up easily.

“You need some sunshine.” He’d say simply, and get you comfortably situated on a lawn chair. He’d sit on one facing your, the two of your legs comfortably entangling in each other.

Derek always has to be doing something, he can’t simply just SIT. So he’d pull out some cards, or checkers, balancing the board between you on his knees. Of course, being sick is no excuse for him to go easy on you: though he might have let you win a few hands when strip poker came up…not that you were complaining.

Isaac

Isaac takes a page from Scott’s book, and becomes an adorable, anxious puppy, but unlike Scott Isaac actually knows exactly what to do. Growing up, he took care of himself when he got sick. He’d have the couch completely tricked out: fresh sheets on the cushions, half a dozen pillows and your favorite blankets, saltines and ginger ale and jello on a nice little tray, your favorite movie loaded up…

You certainly didn’t LOOK sick when you gave him a brilliant smile.

You preferred him to the pillows, resting your head on his stomach. When you grew a little restless after a few hours, he noticed.

So instead of watching movies, he took up one his favorite books—one he always kept in his back pocket, Lord of the Rings. He slowly began the prologue, his voice rising and lowering in rhythm with the text. He’d run his fingers through your hair, gently soothing you until you felt calm, still, and grew sleepy. You barely felt the kiss on the top of your head as you were falling asleep, but you heard him reading even in your dreams.

Lydia

Lydia would know you were sick before you did: she suggested you start taking it a little easier, she’d subtly be passing a bottle of juice to you during History class, just oh-so-conveniently be making some chicken soup that evening. When you started to pick up on her little habits, you might question her—of course you’d just get that cute, dimpling little smirk, and then she’d distract you with some discourse over the latest Bachelor episodes.

Lydia would totally have gotten you over your cold before you even realized you had one: she’s a badass like that.

Of course, if you realize it after and confront her with it straight out, she’d admit you’d been looking under the weather.

It was lovely, having a girlfriend who noticed your littlest habits and things, so much to the point that she’d recognize it. All she’d ask for was a kiss…or two…or three. Now that you’re better, there’s nothing stopping you—right?

Allison

Allison is a firm believer of the ‘sweat it out’ method: you get a little sniffle, and she’s getting your running shoes out. Or it’s weights, maybe a swim if it’s summer.

She’d push you a little—Allison can be a liiiittle intense, and lives life like it. That might work: she’d be making sure you always had your favorite flavor of gatorade, your running socks are always clean, your sheets are always fresh because you’ve been sweating in your sleep.

If that doesn’t work, she will make sure you have the fluffiest pillows, your blankets are always freshly warm from the dryer, fridge stocked with juice. She’d be a little worried…a lot worried. Even if you’re taking a gentler approach to recovery, she’ll continue working out a little more vigorously than usual.

Not that that would mean she wasn’t taking excellent, excellent care of you. And she wouldn’t let something like a little bug come between cuddles and kisses. She could care less a she gently presses her lips to your forehead to check your temperature—and she’d smile as you guided her lower, to your mouth.

Malia

Malia is surprisingly calm (or so you think) about you being sick—though to be fair, you could do with a few less “in the wild” comments....

“In the wild, you’d probably be left for dead. Not by me, though. I wouldn’t eat you, either.”

You’d smile back weakly, and pat her hand.

“That’s nice, dear.”

Malia would smirk at you, maybe wink, and kiss your forehead before getting up to get you some more juice or crackers or whatever your little heart desires.

She’d keep an eye on you, and you’d be totally thinking she’s relaxed until someone else walks in the room....

Malia goes into full on PROTECT mode, growling and baring her teeth. You are the LOVE of her LIFE, and you’re not at full capacity: can you blame her? Just pull her down into bed with you and reassure her you’re fine with some major cuddles, it’s the only way to distract her.

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timetowritesomefluff · 3 years

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When You are Cold

Scott

Scott would notice you’re cold when you kept leaning into him and trying to steal his supernatural-hyper-werewolf-warmth. And even if he’s happy for an excuse to touch you, he’d immediately share his coat with you.

Scott is more than happy and hyper eager to share his jacket with you. Is that because he’s looking forward to it smelling like you when he gets it back? Definitely.

He’ll probably buy you some hot chocolate, or cider, something to keep your hands warm. If you’d rather hold his hands instead though, well, he certainly won’t say no. ☺️

You’d see him sneaking looks at you the rest of the day, though if you ask him about it he’ll just lean in and kiss you—romantic sap....

Stiles

He had his arm over your shoulders, but didn’t realize you were that cold until you were shivering. Even if you weren’t complaining, he’d still make a big deal out of it because he never wants you to be anything other than perfectly comfortable.

“I TOLD you to bring a jacket!”

He grumbles as he slides his own hoodie off, pulling it around your shoulders and zipping it up for you.

He’d keep his arm around your shoulders, but kept asking if you were warm the rest of your outing.

Is he cold? Yes. Will he admit to that?? What do you think.

Hold his hand and walk back to somewhere warm, because he is not taking that jacket off of you.

Derek

Derek would notice you were cold before you realized it: our beefcake boi is observant and hyper aware of you, he saw you subconsciously warming your hands. If he’s not wearing a jacket, he’d happily buy the the classiest, comfiest and warmest jacket. Otherwise, he’d politely ask if you’d like to borrow his leather jacket.

To which your response, of course, is UHHHH DUHH??

Derek’s big, goofy smile nearly blinded you.

He practically grew heart-shaped eyes as he saw you dwarfed in his jacket, the sleeves juuuust covering your thumbs.

He’s fine, of course. He only wore the jacket as his own iconic sense of style and in case you were cold. Doesn’t matter how cold it actually is, so long as you are comfortable.

Isaac

SCARF WULF is gonna TEASE you for being cold, and demand up-front payment before he shares his jacket.

It’s a kiss, he wants a kiss, but his ears will turn warm as you oh-so-happily comply. (He only pretends to be smooth.)

He’ll give you his jacket, sure, he’ll even give you his scarf. And while it’s mostly because he wants to keep you warm, its also fun to grab the ends of the scarf and reel you in. Of course he might pretend to be cold just to keep the scarf wrapped around both of you....

Catch him twirling you down the sidewalk every now and then, as he figures movement equals blood flow equals keeping you warm....he’s a sweet boy, but he’s overthinking it. Just pull his arm around your shoulders and lean in close, because cuddles equal warm, too.

Allison

Our Ally girl is firstly gonna tease you a bit when she notices you sidling up to her trying to get warm, then take your hands between hers and warm them up, looking over your knuckles with her doe eyes and shooting you a wink. If you’d fit in her clothes, she’ll happily button her coat on you, admiring how cute you look in it, of course. If not, she’ll buy you something: and you can bet your ass it’s gonna be the dorkiest, fluffiest, most ridiculous sweater she can find. Oh, and it definitely has feathers on it, too.

Shoot forward a day or two and she notices you haven’t thrown the thrifty find away? She’ll call you a sentimental fool as she turns pink. Just kiss her, please.

But you should know that sweater basically equals lingerie at this point. Allison will never get over just how much YOU happen to adore HER in return.

Lydia

Lydia, ever the prepared woman, has an extra coat for you in your size, in a very complementary style, and oh? It’s a heated jacket, too?? Nothing less for her beloved.

She’s got the gloves, hat, scarf and anything else she could possibly find to go with it.

Buuuut on the off chance you guys are a ways from her car, where she happens to have such a coat prepped in the trunk? She’s taking her coat off and throwing it over your shoulders, regardless wether it fits or not.

Whatever. Just hold her hand and kiss that beaming face, Lydia will never stop trying to find ways to take care of you and make you happy.

Malia

Malia tends to walk around without a jacket unless it’s there’s literally ice on the ground, so when you mention that you’re a wee bit cold, she’ll be buying you a jacket. And it is puffy, warm, and probably overlarge because she was nervous it wouldn’t fit you. Points also if it has a wolf or coyote printed on it.

When you excitedly slip into it, she’s ducking her head grinning, happy to be able to provide for you.

But now she’s asking you every other minute whether or not you’re warm enough. Hesitate too long, and she’ll be buying you a hat, a scarf, gloves, and she’s just on the verge of purchasing these really terrible 80s, orange neon legwarmers when you insist that the only thing you need to warm you is HER.

Cue our adorable girl goofy smiling, taking your hand and happily complying.

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timetowritesomefluff · 3 years

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Hi, folks!

I’m baaack!

For all those who’ve been following me since the early days, thank you for sticking around! 🥰

For all those lovely newcomers, thank you for following. 💙

I’ve opened requests: go crazy at it, lovelies

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timetowritesomefluff · 3 years

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When you are sick

Scott

Scott would simultaneously be an angel as well as a helpless, floppy puppy. Like, you’re sick in bed and he’s sort of just anxiously hovering, hoping and waiting and watching for when you need something. He’s on the verge of making himself faint until you lift the covers and invite him in for cuddles.

He’s more than happy to comply: he’ll give you a few kisses, he doesn’t care how snotty you are or how gross you feel. He doesn’t even care if he gets sick (he won’t, I hc werewolves run extremely warm internal temps: handy if you run cold and want snuggles!), he just wants to be close and make you feel good.

Stiles

Stiles would situate you on the couch, fluffed pillows and juice in easy reach, the Mandolorian playing—he’d been trying to get you to watch it for aaaages, and the minute you were prone and helpless? BAM he got that baby playing.

But he’d be researching your each and every symptom, to the point where you’d be asking him very nerdy Star Wars questions just to get him to pay attention to you, and he’d be too absorbed in WebMD to expound into extremely complicated minutia about the SW universe.

It isn’t until you slowly, slowly, slowly close the lid of his laptop (he only pulled back his fingers at the very last second), and hit him with the biggest, slightly watery puppy dog eyes that he paused.

Cue Stiles rubbing your feet and excitedly explaining the Mandolorian scene. for. scene. You fell asleep at some point, but he understood it was just because you were sick. When you woke up, you saw him awkwardly situated on the couch, jaw agape and deeply asleep. He’d simply refused to move on the slightest chance any movement woke you up. He wasn’t all that upset when you woke up him, though, and guided him back down with you to cuddle. He’d be sneezing a few days later, but he’d just laugh and tell you it was SO worth it.

Derek

Derek is the errands guy: you need juice? Chicken soup? Heated blankets? Bath salts? How about some flowers, you want some pretty flowers on your nightstand? He’d be just about to head out again when you tugged at his sleeve. “I want YOU.” You’d explain stuffily.

He’d blush, but a soft little smile would light up the mouth of that chiseled face of perfection.

He’d kiss the top of your head, but then pick you up easily.

“You need some sunshine.” He’d say simply, and get you comfortably situated on a lawn chair. He’d sit on one facing your, the two of your legs comfortably entangling in each other.

Derek always has to be doing something, he can’t simply just SIT. So he’d pull out some cards, or checkers, balancing the board between you on his knees. Of course, being sick is no excuse for him to go easy on you: though he might have let you win a few hands when strip poker came up…not that you were complaining.

Isaac

Isaac takes a page from Scott’s book, and becomes an adorable, anxious puppy, but unlike Scott Isaac actually knows exactly what to do. Growing up, he took care of himself when he got sick. He’d have the couch completely tricked out: fresh sheets on the cushions, half a dozen pillows and your favorite blankets, saltines and ginger ale and jello on a nice little tray, your favorite movie loaded up…

You certainly didn’t LOOK sick when you gave him a brilliant smile.

You preferred him to the pillows, resting your head on his stomach. When you grew a little restless after a few hours, he noticed.

So instead of watching movies, he took up one his favorite books—one he always kept in his back pocket, Lord of the Rings. He slowly began the prologue, his voice rising and lowering in rhythm with the text. He’d run his fingers through your hair, gently soothing you until you felt calm, still, and grew sleepy. You barely felt the kiss on the top of your head as you were falling asleep, but you heard him reading even in your dreams.

Lydia

Lydia would know you were sick before you did: she suggested you start taking it a little easier, she’d subtly be passing a bottle of juice to you during History class, just oh-so-conveniently be making some chicken soup that evening. When you started to pick up on her little habits, you might question her—of course you’d just get that cute, dimpling little smirk, and then she’d distract you with some discourse over the latest Bachelor episodes.

Lydia would totally have gotten you over your cold before you even realized you had one: she’s a badass like that.

Of course, if you realize it after and confront her with it straight out, she’d admit you’d been looking under the weather.

It was lovely, having a girlfriend who noticed your littlest habits and things, so much to the point that she’d recognize it. All she’d ask for was a kiss…or two…or three. Now that you’re better, there’s nothing stopping you—right?

Allison

Allison is a firm believer of the ‘sweat it out’ method: you get a little sniffle, and she’s getting your running shoes out. Or it’s weights, maybe a swim if it’s summer.

She’d push you a little—Allison can be a liiiittle intense, and lives life like it. That might work: she’d be making sure you always had your favorite flavor of gatorade, your running socks are always clean, your sheets are always fresh because you’ve been sweating in your sleep.

If that doesn’t work, she will make sure you have the fluffiest pillows, your blankets are always freshly warm from the dryer, fridge stocked with juice. She’d be a little worried…a lot worried. Even if you’re taking a gentler approach to recovery, she’ll continue working out a little more vigorously than usual.

Not that that would mean she wasn’t taking excellent, excellent care of you. And she wouldn’t let something like a little bug come between cuddles and kisses. She could care less a she gently presses her lips to your forehead to check your temperature—and she’d smile as you guided her lower, to your mouth.

Malia

Malia is surprisingly calm (or so you think) about you being sick—though to be fair, you could do with a few less “in the wild” comments....

“In the wild, you’d probably be left for dead. Not by me, though. I wouldn’t eat you, either.”

You’d smile back weakly, and pat her hand.

“That’s nice, dear.”

Malia would smirk at you, maybe wink, and kiss your forehead before getting up to get you some more juice or crackers or whatever your little heart desires.

She’d keep an eye on you, and you’d be totally thinking she’s relaxed until someone else walks in the room....

Malia goes into full on PROTECT mode, growling and baring her teeth. You are the LOVE of her LIFE, and you’re not at full capacity: can you blame her? Just pull her down into bed with you and reassure her you’re fine with some major cuddles, it’s the only way to distract her.

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timetowritesomefluff · 4 years

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Okay, guys, this author is SERIOSLY just adorable and totally inspired me to start posting my little rambles. If you like teen wolf, you’re gonna serious love her roommates series. Do yourself a favor, bless your pretty little hearts with some of this gold 💙

So happy you posted this, OP!! Thank you for sharing!!!

Bump in the night

A/N: This just popped into my head and feels bumbling, but I was sleep deprived and just wanted to get it out.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Warnings: None that I know of. Mild swearing? It’s really just fluffy.

Word count: 1,483

Shenanigans. That’s the only word that describes it - shenanigans.

Xxx

The loft was eerily silent as you made your way across the slippery floors of death.

Snorting softly to yourself at the narration inside your head, you shook your head gently to quiet the voice before you trudged onward toward the kitchen in search of something chocolate. Or possibly fruity. Maybe even salty. You hadn’t decided yet. You groaned internally and rolled your eyes at yourself with a slight smirk knowing as soon as you opened the fridge, the indecisiveness would increase tenfold. It was just one of those nights.

Sitting on the floor in front of the icy giant, you glared at the hum it emitted as it kicked into gear to keep the contents cool against the harsh temperature of the loft, or at least it seemed that dramatic because of the violence in which it came on with a clunk.

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timetowritesomefluff · 4 years

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Dating Derek Hale

Derek Hale. He’s basically the literal incarnation of the aesthetic of the leather jacket, with the expression of a brick. Right?

Wrong.

Derek is selfless, he’s protective, he’s a little emotionally stunted but he’s also just the purest, sweetest Teddy Bear when he finally finds someone he feels safe to open up with.

Spoiler? That’s you.

Derek first saw you when Stiles, Scott, and you went into the woods looking for an inhaler.

Love at first sight?

Ah, no.

Derek’s heart is locked up with a steel vault, four labyrinths, and a moat of fire. He’s lost people, he’s seen the brutal, ruthless ways of living that come with the life of being in a werewolf pack from birth. He is not going to just heart-eyes you immediately.

No, that came later when he saw you nerding out over the bestiary. When saw you poring over it, marking notes with a highlighter cap in your mouth at 2am?

“You know, I have more books like that…”

And thus the start of Derek getting to know the one and perfect you.

From there, once Derek felt emotionally safe with you, he was head over heels. He’s an all-or-nothing kind of guy. When he talked to you he felt heard, he felt like he could actually bear to share his burdens with you. He felt like he could open up, and thus you saw the Teddy Bear stuffing beneath the ripped abs Adonis only wished he had.

It wasn’t long after that that dating started. Scott and Stiles were a wee bit dumbstruck jealous, and let me tell you—

This guy’s not just an animal in bed (sorry not sorry), he’s a CUDDLER. Derek is all about physical affection: gentle hand holds, fingers lingering as he plays with the soft hairs on the back of your neck. And don’t try to tell me there’s no dancing in the kitchen in the middle of the night followed by a vry sexy pillowfight / give me a Derek pillowfight, I’m begging you

One of the best parts of dating Derek, unexpectedly, was seeing the fear widen eyes of the ever-perpetual bad guy.

“W-wait, Y/N? Derek’s Y/N?”

“….sure?”

“I have to go right now, immediately.”

Derek might make you pancakes at four in the morning with this grin sweet as the syrup, but that only makes him all the more terrifyingly protective.

To Derek, you really are the only sane person on this planet, the one that makes everything make sense. He’s been looking for something like that to anchor him for awhile. And you’d know that every time your eyes met across the room, and for you and only you, a little smile would lift the corner of his mouth.

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timetowritesomefluff · 4 years

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Dating Stiles Stilinksi

And voila, I gift you with the sexiest gif to date since ever.

Stiles Stilinksi was first and foremost a detective. A scientist, at heart, who could analyze a situation and decipher the motivations, predict ever possible outcome, who could find the pattern in the clues when everyone else just saw a chaotic jumble of red yarn.

So the fact that he didn’t pick up on his own feelings was more than a little ironic

Your friendship/early dating days would consist of debating every topic: be it cereal proportions or whether something’s a shapeshifter or goblin or weirdly-misshapen hamster.

Going for rides with him in his jeep late at night, having conversations that range from goofy and silly,

“Do you think there are were-alligators?”

“What?”

“If there are werewolves, why not other animals? We’ve seen werejaguars. Where’s my were-hedgehog?”

“Derek’s prickly enough to count for that.”

And slipping into boldly honest, vulnerable and open with each other as Stiles never could with anyone else.

When Stiles said he loved you, it was totally something that just unconsciously came out. He didn’t even know he’s said it until he saw you staring, and staring, and staring—

“What, what did I do?”

“You said you loved me.”

“Oh. Well, yeah.”

Like it’s the most obvious thing in the world; because who WOULDN’T love you?

Because it IS the most obvious thing in the world to him. TBH, he’s probs been in love with you ever since you responded to his sarcasm with either a laugh or sarcasm of your own.

There’s definitely been more than once incident of him bursting out laughing during sex cuz he remembered something funny, stopped everything, just too tell you the joke.

Cute mannerisms would be become a must. The idea of ‘his’ and ‘your’ plates became a nonexistent things (except for curly fries, all bets are off for those suckers). Stiles would definitely BOOP you on the nose, often without reason or even comment.

Forehead kisses. Back of hand kisses. Congratulations-you-just-solved-the-case-with-one-throwaway-comment-i-love-you-you-GENIUS kisses (surprisingly less rare than you think). This boy is affectionate horny as well as touch starved, so it doesn’t matter if you have sweaty hands, smelly feet, bad breath, greasy hair. This boi just wants to be near you, laugh with you, hear everything that’s in that beautiful head.

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timetowritesomefluff · 4 years

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Dating Scott McCall

Okey-doke, so we got the one, the only, the mega puppy-werewolf

Lets say you met around first grade. Nothing too special, Scott was aware of you and you guys had some nice interactions, but it wasn’t exactly like you guys were even really friends.

No.

You guys REALLY became friends when you woke up to screaming in your backyard to find a muscley, naked McCall in your backyard. This was during the REALLy early stages of werewolfdom, when Scott was waking up in the middle of the woods with no idea of how he’s got there and no idea that he was the living embodiment of hella-cool myth.

You drove him home, and he was stunned by how freaking aDORABle you’d gotten.

“Are you gonna get out?” You asked with a slight smile as he tried to find the words to thank you. He nodded, and before he could lose his nerve he blurted—

“Why did we lose contact?”

You shrugged. Smiled, and the poor boy just felt his core shoot into fireworks.

So you two started hanging out. It was a tad bit confusing when you two started to get to know each other, and he started pushing you away (secret lives of werewolves, protective sweethearts, and dumbass teenage boys, whatayagonnado), but you figured it out quick enough and Stiles and Scott were honestly both RELIEVED to have you part of the secret.

So friendship things happened awhile, Allison and Scott became FRIENDS (he only got eyes for you, boo), but eventually lingering looks were passed, high-stress situations led to clutching hand grabs.

But declarations of loooOOove only happened because of our genius-idiot detective.

Stiles was the one who let it out of the bag, dragging you off to the side one day and demanding outright to know your intentions. At first, you had no clue what he was talking about.

But SCOTT?

Pink face, quickened breathing, stifled giggles. You could barely get the words out, confirming your feelings for the brown-eyed, crooked-jaw, sunshine puppy.

But it was enough for Stiles—and Scott, who’d been shamelessly eavesdropping from around the corner.

This boy is shook.

And the dating life, so thus begins.

Clinging to him on the back of his motorbike, tighter when he goes faster and takes those hairpin turns (he totally goes faster just so you’ll grip him tighter)

“Hi there, Mr./Mrs. McCall.”

He’s totally gonna carry books between classes, kiss the top of your head, all those sweet boyfriend things.

And don’t think he’s not gonna lose every button on his shirt when his chest puffs up as he sees you walk in to class wearing HIS sweatshirt, HIS scent in your hair scent is v important for dog boys okay?

But Scott, even if he’s not totally aware of it, iS HOT OKAY. And maybe it’s because he’s not even totally aware of it that makes him even hotter, right?

So make out sessions with this guy? He’s a tease. Nose skimming the area between your neck and shoulder, breath skimming in tickles across your eyelids. Sex? This guy has absss for dayzzz, and he’s a pleaser. You’re not gonna be able to walk OR stop smiling.

Also your probs gonna get choc and flowers from him not just on every date, but like all the time. Just because. This boy has a job, okay, and he’s not afraid to use it to spoil the hell out of you, because you deserve it

You’d frequently look up, or across the room just to find him already looking at you. Sometimes you might wink just to see him blush, sometimes he might just break out in a grin.

Or most of the time, you’d see the words on his lips and feel a thrill run up your spine like it always would, no matter how many times he said it—

I love you.

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timetowritesomefluff · 4 years

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Dating Isaac Lahey

Ngl, I have a hc that Isaac is low key a total nerd: NEEds to read, draws, and for some reason I get the feeling he like kills at every board game set in front of him. Competitive? Especially if Stiles is playing.

So you can bet that half his notebooks are covered in doodles of you the other half is attaching his last name to yours and vice versa

He likes to say he’s never seen Star Wars just to piss off stiles (he could name every character and their mother)

The scarf. The scarf started out as actually a protective kind of security blanket from his dad, helping to cover up suspicious marks and just made him feel safe.So he’s not gonna just hand one of those bad boys over to just anybody.

No. You’ve gotta earn that privilege. But once you do? It means he feels safe with you, that you’re his home and honestly that’s the highest honor he could bestow.

But then he loves it when you borrow one and he gets it back and it smells like you, it’s like the bf hoodie thing except fashionable.

Imagine him looping scarves around the back of your neck to pull you into a sweeping romantic kiss—that is, if he could stop smiling so big.

Things got serious, but they slipped into it so naturally that Isaac didn’t realize how deep in it he was until Scott pulled him aside and said the L-Word

Isaac was a little dumbfounded, but then this big stupid grin spread on his face as he watched you walking out of a classroom, and he realized it. And for once it wasn’t something scary– because before the only people who ever said that word to Isaac was his dad; and he only used it for justification to locking him in a refrigerator.

But when Isaac looked at you and applied that word it wasn’t scary; because it was you.

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Dating Isaac Lahey

So, the scarf boy, eh?

At first, your relationship with Isaac was tense, to say the least.

On the night you went with Stiles and Derek to break him out of the holding cell, Isaac would have killed you if Derek hadn’t alpha-d out (not that it’s really his fault). But you held a grudge (understandably).

And then he tried to kill Lydia with the rest of his pack. (not understandably)

So yeah, you weren’t his biggest fan.

“I could roast a marshmallow off the sizzling heat between you two.” “He tried to kill you, Lydia.” “Don’t try to change the subject.”

It wasn’t until the Alpha pack got into town and you were in serious danger that Isaac realized you were his anchor (Derek totally called it, Stiles owed him $)

From there it was a short jump to realizing how he felt about you. He was cool with it quick, why wouldn’t anyone be in love with you?

Then it was just a matter of wooing. ;) Hello black, leather jacket and panty-dropper smirk. But he’s also old fashioned, with things like notes, opening doors for you, carrying your books, and the occasional bribe of chocolate.

Hope you like that smirk, because it WILL be the death of you.

But in the end it was a little bit of jealousy that really got you moving.

Isaac and Allison had grown closer: everyone else could see it for what it was, a serious friendship. You, however, really didn’t understand at first why Allison felt like she’d betrayed you. Because you couldn’t REALLY like Isaac, right?

In the battle with the nogitsune after he took Lydia (in which Allison does NOT DIE bc this is fanfiction and I can fix all those boo-boos, boo), Allison was INJURED. Severely. The shock of seeing your indestructible friend fall like that was all the prompting you needed.

Sitting in the itchy hospital seats nursing twin, bitter cups of coffee, you and Isaac had refused to move from the waiting room until she was out of surgery.

“Isaac?”

Your voice was a croak, and your jaw felt rusty. He nudged you with his elbow to let you know he was listening. You glanced over, taking in his hollow eyes and slumped, exhausted posture. Maybe now wasn’t the right time. Or, maybe it was, because the Nogitsune could come in those doors at any minute and—

in the end, you couldn’t find the words. You were silent for so long that he looked up—and was startled by the feel of your fingers interlacing with his on the armrest. He went completely still, supernaturally so, when you settled your head on his shoulder. He told himself it didn’t mean anything—life threatening situation, friend in critical condition. You just needed comfort.

A week after Allison was discharged from the hospital and taken to France to recuperate from a supernatural wound, when Stiles was no longer possessed, the air began to clear and people began to breathe.

Isaac, bless him, was back to his old tricks. Smirking, he leaned beside your locker with his arms crossed over his chest.

You sighed, shaking your head at him with a smile.

“You’re never going to give up, are you?”

“It’s only a matter of time.”

Oh, boy, did he have no clue.

“Isaac, can you hand me my book—there, on the top shelf?”

He reached over your head, oblivious to your thundering heart until he looked down. And saw you looking up—a hair’s breadth from each other, so close you could feel the heat off each others’ skins. And to Isaac’s surprise, you didn’t step back. His eyes searched your’s—for all his sweet swagger, Isaac was actually stupefied by the idea that you might ACTUALLY like him BACK.

He stared at you for so long, arm still extended up to the forgotten textbook, that a corner of your mouth twitched nervously in a smile. He swallowed, and leaned down to your ear. His breath was warm, curling in the shell of your ear as he whispered,

“Can I kiss you?”

That tiny dip of your chin had barely begun to swing through the air before Isaac’s mouth, soft and slightly parted with a gasp held beneath his tongue, slid over your’s, his palm spanning the width of your neck as he cradled your head up to his.

Oh, yeah. You were done for.

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Cuddle cannons for the Teen Wolf Fellas

Alright cuddling with Scott, lemme tell you, is an EXPERIENCE.

This boy is so affectionate in like, the sweetest of ways. Whether it be a lingering glance down the school hallway, drawing circles into the small of your back when you sit side by side, draping his arm across your shoulders in a dark movie theatre (TOTALLY with the exaggerated yawn)

But when you sit down and get to BUSINESS: Cuddling is. a. serious. event.

Scott would skim his mouth across your jawline, saying some dumb joke that would somehow make you laugh. Scott’s face turns to pure SUNSHINE when you laugh because you are honestly the most beautiful, indescribable thing in the entire world when you throw your head back and giggle at something HE said.

Scott carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. And while normally he can bear the load just fine, he also sometimes just wants to BE. And breathing in your scent as you talk softly, tracing the curve of his shoulder through his cotton t-shirt, he’d glance down and just be stunned that the most amazing thing in the world for some reason thought he was just as amazing and honestly you, a miracle + Scott the wolf puppy = dream. come. true.

Snuggling up with Stilinski would no doubt be over yet ANOTHER Star Wars Marathon LIKE WE’RE COMPLAINING.

It would start off casual enough, his arm draped around your shoulders as he pulls you in against him. It would gradually become less about the movie and more about YOU though, as he kept getting distracted by your scent, the way you mouthed the words along to every scene SORRY YOU’RE GONNA HAVE STAR WARS MEMORIZED IF YOU’RE DATING THIS GUY, your general YOUness.

It would probably turn into a make out session. Until one of you fell off the couch, and the other collapsed in laughter.

Then it would be more about the gentle intimacy of holding each other.

Stiles had definitely tried to count every freckle on your face. Or eyelashes. Whatever, he just loves to stare at your beautiful face and he needs the excuse. It also tends to make you laugh when he gets like 98 and “conveniently” loses count and has to start aaall over again.

Stiles would definitely be the type to make you laugh just to stare, adorably awe-struck, by the gorgeous way you shut your eyes and the way just the sound of your laugh makes him grin so hard it almost hurts.

Yup. This boy is so done for.

Mr. Isaac Lahey, with the height of a Redwood tree and a tongue sharp enough it’s a miracle he doesn’t cut his own mouth with it.

The informal intimacy of just cuddling would mean ALOT to him. In some ways, Isaac would find sex easier than the vulnerability of simply lying next to someone, softly speaking secret words no one else has heard.

So you thought for sure he’d fallen asleep with his head in your lap as you read—you running your fingers through his soft hair in a soothing rhythm.. You didn’t know he was awake until you stopped petting the puppy running your fingers through and he murmured something. You bent your head down, heart loud in your chest.

“What was that?”

“You don’t have to stop.”

And that was the beginning of cuddling with the yellow-eyed hottie.

Once Isaac got a taste for cuddling, though? Oh.

BOi.

The amount of affection this guy showers you in: every adorable hand kiss you can imagine, all the snuggles, and hugs for dayzzz.

Cuddling with Isaac meant a whole new level of relationship, so yeah. It was special.

Derek’s cuddle sesh would definitely involve sleepy kisses

He likes to touch you to ground himself: he sees you as the only real thing that makes sense in this entire world, so to get an excuse to just lay down beside you, to need no excuse to touch you, it’s like his version of heaven.

He’d skim his fingers across the sliver of skin between the end of your t-shirt and above the waistline of your pants, pattering designs along your skin while smiling into the curve of your neck.

Derek might tell you about his day, his deep voice sending shudders through your body, chuckles like thunder that send your heart racketing.

He also might just want to lie there, though. It’s honestly just nice to get to feel your body, relaxed against his, your deep breathing as you fall asleep on him the most reassuring sound, most anchoring experience he could ever have and it’s something he never takes for granted.

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Dating Theo Raeken

Alrighty, let’s get crackin on the character with like, the BEST redemption arc, you can fite me on this.

So, you met Theo along with everyone else. And you, being you, would have been up there with Stiles and Mason when it came to suspicious side-eyes.

But unlike the others, Theo had a soft spot for you.

And when I say soft spot, I mean Theo didn’t try to kill or maim you like he did the others, but he wasn’t above locking you in a closet the night he killed Scott.

—side note, anyone else impressed that this kid was the only one out of like a dozen evil villains to actually kill a true alpha? No? Just me??

Kay, but it wasn’t until Theo clawed his way back up from Hell that you two had a civil conversation.

You were the first person to pay attention to him, to notice that he was actually, really, different. He had changed.

Theo saved your life from the Ghost Riders, narrowly dodging the lasso himself, but not for one second hesitating.

You asked him why—both of you all sweaty, covered in blood and gross stuff and yet still somehow sexy—

And his only answer was

YOU.

Just, just not YOU.

That’s all he got to say before you had to get back to kicking ghost rider ass.

But before anything could really get started, before you could ask him what he meant, the pack had dealt with the ghost riders and their pet nazi, and Theo disappeared.

Lets dive ahead to S6.2; the first time you saw Theo since his inadvertent-almost-sorta-declaration-of-undying-devotion when everybody gets cornered in the sheriff’s department.

“Hi.” You swallowed, weakly. Theo pretended he hadn’t heard you, even if his heart was hAMMERING his ribcage to shreds, but he had to stay focused. Protect you, get people out safe. He wouldn’t really talk to you until you were all back in the back of Deaton’s veterinary office, where he asked quietly if you were okay.

You were understandably a little hesitant to talk to him. Scott, though, decided ya’ll should give him a chance, and you got paired with him in tracking the Anuk-ite.

And as you two were driving in his truck, the conversation just stared flowing, and soon you two were actually laughing--LAUGHING--Amidst all the chaos of this supernatural BS.

It had always been like that, honestly. You and Theo just got each other--you were quirky and brilliant enough that he almost saw you as a puzzle he was perpetually trying to solve.

“I can’t get you out of my head. It’s like I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Wow. Almost like you have feelings or something, weird.”

“FALSE.”

ANd to you, Theo was an ever-changing story. You didn’t actually start developing feelings for him back (or at least admit to them) until you recognized the redemption Theo was going through.

he called you one night, after a nightmare. You two went out to get ice cream, and in a croaky voice and distant eyes, he opened up to you.

Theo: a story of redemption, loyalty, raging PTSD and some commitment issues. But any of that, any logic or words or reason fell out the window when you reached out and tucked your hand against his, threaded your fingers together with a strength he’d swear was supernatural.

And you promised, you promised you’d go through this with him. And Theo couldn’t help himself when he leaned across the dim corner booth and curled his fingers under the edge of your jaw, and drew your face close to his.

He tasted like tears and ice cream; he tasted like hope and smoke. Theo Raeken kissed you, and he knew what it was to feel home.

#dating Theo raeken #teen wolf dating #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf gender neutral #teen wolf imagine #theo reaken imagine #theo raekan

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Hi could you write a Vampire Diaries ship for me? I'm a bi girl and am usual quite shy and calm except when I'm around my family or best friends. I like baking and reading. I also write sometimes.

Hello, cutie! I hope you like. :)

Jeremy Gilbert noticed you. He ALWAYS noticed you; that was the problem. You were friends with him and Elena since you’d been kids.

He wasn’t the only observant one; you might be quiet, but you notice things. Like you noticed how oddly the new kid Stephen Salvatore reacted to certain things; how when Bonnie Bennett lost her Gran, and then she came back…different.

Jeremy could never explain it, but he CARED about you. There were other girls in his life, but you were a constant. A friend through and through, who’d been there for him and new (almost) every secret of his, just like he knew you.

He was more than a little concerned when you joined in on the supernatural second life; Elena backed you up, and to be honest? Everyone was tired of keeping the secret from you. (Come on, you’re like, brilliant. You notice things no one else does, they need that in their corner when it comes to werewolves, curses, and originals)

To Jeremy, that feeling of protective, uncompromising devotion only grew as you were let in on the little secret of mystic falls. There were more than a few times that he positioned himself between you and an irate (cough, Damon, cough) vampire.

It was when Jeremy started seeing the Hunter tattoo, and going to camp Bulk Up™ hosted by Damon and Matt that you two started to bond.

On the journey to the island, that’s when Jeremy made it clear how he felt about you. You were the bravest, cleverest, kindest, most observant person he knew. The BEST person he knew, and he wouldn’t just die for you; he’d LIVE. He wanted a life with you, with or without this supernatural fest, he just wanted you in his life.

You felt like it was the bravest thing you’d ever done when you leaned over and kissed him mid-declaration.

Then there was all that hellish nonsense with him dying in an untimely manner after passionately announcing his undying love, and that sucked.

But then he was BACK (Bonnie and him were friends—close friends, but that was all. And Bonnie was still more than willing to die if it meant saving one of her fRIEnds), and the first thing he did was find you and just hold you. Just feeling your breath on his skin, your fingers latched around the back of his neck and your heartbeat thudding up against his ribs.

Jeremy could be dramatic; you balanced that out with a quiet practicality. He could jump to conclusions and be irrational, but that’s where your pointed percipience reeled him back in. And Jeremy challenged you, just as much as he was your home; you two would just be omg like perfect, so sweet and earnest and omfg like seriously?? I could see you as such a cannon character.

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Hello. Could I request a ship for Teen Wolf? I am a biromantic asexual. I have shoulder length dark brown hair, brown eyes and tan skin. I have ‘mild’ autism. I usually write, read or watch tv in my free time. I love Disney, Mavel, Star Wars and DC. I love rainy days and am obsessed with coffee. I have a fear of the dark and needles. Thanks!

Hello, love! Thanks for being so patient, you sound like the cutiest cutie and I hope you’re happy with your ship!

Scott McCall has been in love with you since the second grade, and it was obvious to everyone around him BUT him. Even YOU were aware that the spark between the two of you was different than your friendship with, say, Stiles. But it took Lydia dragging Scott off into an empty classroom and laying it out for him for Scott to start to get an idea of the general picture. And then it took Stiles to thump him over the back of his werewolf-y head with a withering glance and a huffed laugh to let him know,

“You’re been in love with them, dipstick. Just go on a date, already.”

He asked you out. He was shocked when you nodded your head and smiled, like it was the most obvious thing

Scott would be the best boyfriend EVER. You wanna watch some Disney? He knows every song like, ever (you’ve caught him mouthing the words to Let it Go, no matter what he says). You wanna just sit and be quiet, read a book and drink some coffee? He’s on the other end of the couch with your feet in his lap, trailing his fingers along your legs in an absent-minded affection that reminds you just how much he cares.

Scott would absolutely be the type to run in the rain with you, jump in puddles (mudfights? mudfights.), and then kiss you passionately and you dance in the warmth of each other’s arms against the grey skies and rainy days.

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Hi, I'm sorry to disturb you but I found your blog and fell head over heels for it. I am interested in a dual pairing one for teen Wolf and one for Vampire diaries I'm 6'0 Honey blonde hair, a POC, gay male, intense blue eyes, avid bike rider, into video games, auto mechanics, computer building, network and repair, love my Harley and Ducati bikes. Parents are not in the picture. Left ear pierced three times. And at times can be a rebel or rogue but needs more friends

U NO DISTURB BEBE. This was so fun, hope you like! :)

I am so sorry it took me awhile to get this one done, but honestly? like? You sound like such an amazing person that would be SUCH a cool character to write, I had so much fun with this ^.^

Derek

First of all, Derek thought HE was cool.

But then you come up on this Ducati at the gas station, looking as if you could take on Hell itself and still make it home in time for dinner. And He was NOT prepared for that FACE. Blue eyes that stopped him in his tracks, blue eyes that held just as many secrets as his.

He didn’t see you again after that, for awhile. Then Allison introduced her distant cousin: aka, you. (I’m sorry, but you just sound too cool to NOT be an Argent.) You joined the picture around the time Allison and her dad lost Mrs. Argent. Mr Argent was the one who indoctrinated you into the new family business; that’s how you ran into Derek, again. And don’t think that everyone didn’t notice just how LONGING certain gazes, became (ie, Derek almost stabbed himself twice with a pen when you spoke during a pack meeting)

You became good friends with Liam and Mason—originally for the video gaming, but despite their age they were actually pretty smart. They also gave you surprisingly good boy advice. Because THEY hadn’t missed how in the pack meeting YOU practically had to pick your jaw off the floor when Derek walked through the door.

They told you, simply, ask him out.

Derek, unsurprisingly, said yES.

Honestly tho you two would be SUCH a power couple. Like, talk about the show’s hottest couple, but also, like the tender moments.

Derek liked bikes, but he didn’t know how FIERCELY he would be willing to take certain turns until he recognized how you’d hold on tighter to him when he took them (note, you were only using the turns as an excuse to hold tight). You two would talk about everything, you being one of the few people that could elicit a blinding smile from him at any given moment—and then a whole day would pass where you’d mess around with computers and he’d read a book, your fingers coming back to hold each other like they were each others’ homes.

Damon

Oh. Boi. This guy is snarks, quick smiles and sassy quips. It’s not like he goes soft for just anyone. But when he does, it’s noticeable. Of course, when Damon goes soft, it’s usually more of a, ‘imma tell u what to do because I cARe about YOU and I don’t want u to die, so I’ll just completely control every situation ever and protect you from the consequences of your own decisions.’

Yeah. He didn’t know that, apparently, being a bossy pants is not really the way to a lifelong, genuine romance. So the first time he tried to tell you what to do, and you just gave him the middle finger and walked out, he was a little surprised.

As Damon got over Katherine, he realized just how much he cared about spending time with you and keeping you safe. You definitely didn’t listen to anybody but yourself, and he admired that; but he admired more how kind you were. You remembered everything about your friends, you asked the waitress genuinely how her day was going, you were just GOOD and Damon found himself inexplicably falling for you.

And while he may be all about pining and angst, you were not having it.

“Damon, there’s really no good reason why we can’t be together.”

“Don’t you SEE, Y/N? I am bAD for you!!!”

Cue slow, slow blink over those stunning baby blues of your’s as you walked slowly up to him.

“Really, Damon?”

You wouldn’t give him a chance to respond, tilting your mouth softly over his. Sometimes you just need to shut that boi up.

But seriously, you sound like the type of person that wouldn’t put up with Damon’s nonsense, while also showing a genuine amount of sympathy and love that would inspire him and yeah, this is one ship I would totally board.

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Hey there! I really love your blog and I'd love to have a Teen Wolf ship! Okay, so I'm a girl, 5'3" (I can fit in your pocket lol) I have long reddish brown hair and blue eyes. I was a teen mom. I LOVE comic books! I hope to make my own one day. I'm creative, sarcastic, loving, loyal and one hell of a chef (when I choose to be lol)😋 I've been told I'm funny. I'm also pansexual. Oh and I have like a billion shoulder freckles and I am kinda a tomboy 💞🤘🤘

Oh my GOOOSH you sound just fricking adorable. Here’s a ship for you, hon.

Parish would have met you while you were still in high school; it was embarrassing when he showed up to take testimonies for a siting (APPARENTLY you saw some kind of giant monster thing? Take your pick about whichever one, we’ve got?literally?a thousand of monstrous cuties?), because the last time you’d seen him he’d been your baby sitter. Ah.

But not nearly as awkward for him: he saw you and immediately turned red. Because. Oh. HELL had you grown up cute. He’d keep getting distracted while talking to you, realizing halfway through whatever you were saying that he’d just been wondering what shade EXACTLY your eyes were.

Parish is a nerd, okay? So when he saw a comic book sticking out of your bag and you two started talking, it literally took every cell in his body not to light on fire (literally. Emotions are tied to this hell hound, same way werewolves are triggered by anger). Sheriff Stilinski had to literally drag him out of the HS by the back of his uniform.

You ended up at the station a few weeks later; by now you knew aaall about the supernatural world. Lydia had filled you in; and when you saw Parish, and struck up a conversation, he literally dropped the coffee pot when you casually referred to the fact that he regularly turned into a Grecian monster.

“You’re not…freaked out?”

You tossed your hair over your shoulder and shrugged.

“About what?”

“that I’m a hELL HOund?!”

You shrugged, bewildered.

Parish would want to take you out to dinner, but when you offered to cook dinner (with his very unhelpful help, of course. He’d get distracted talking with you so much that he’d burn whatever he was supposed to be watching) he was all for it. He thought you were hILARIOUS, and to your pleasant surprise he was hysterical. He got goofy when he wasn’t in uniform, when he was with someone he trusted and felt like he could let loose with.

ANd Parish would be totally cool with the fact that you’d been a teen mom: in his eyes, the fact that you’ve had some actual life experience only makes you all that more precious and brave. He’s never met anyone who he felt deserved so much love, and he’s just so excited to be part of your life

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