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dylobilysmomg · 14 days
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I came out of retirement on twitter to tweet this.
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poltoreveur · 4 months
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I could fix him but I kinda like him a little murderous and psychotic tho
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youreastargirl · 1 year
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Hey Jeff Davis one note among many, but did you know that for a wound made with wolfsbane, you actually need to burn it with the ash of that specific strand of wolfsbane to heal it?
This particular piece of knowledge comes from the tv show you created called Teen Wolf which you may or may not be familiar with.
Ten thousand fanfic writers have gotten this particular piece of lore correct for a decade since you invented it. There are fics where Stiles’ love language is gathering different kinds of wolfsbane to always be able to save Derek Hale.
Truly, get yourself sorted sir (disrespectful).
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noyzinerd · 4 months
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Derek teaching unknown werewolf societal/cultural facts to Stiles is cute, and I love that for them, truly, but I want to see the reverse.
We're always hearing about when someone (usually Stiles) asks a naive question about werewolves and Derek going "No, you idiot! It doesn't work like that!" As if it's common knowledge that everyone should know, when in reality there's no possible way Stiles (or any average person, for that matter) could know that.
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And I'm sure in Derek's world, stuff like silver not actually being effective against werewolves is a no-brainer or spotting a Kitsune is laughably easy, but not to the common bystander.
So, instead, I'd love to see the random, human customs and social norms Stiles would find himself needing to explain to Derek when they start living together. Stuff that the human family members of his pack never displayed because they had been raised surrounded by werewolves their entire lives.
From all the small things like how, when you get a canker sore or lose a filling, you always gotta stick your tongue in it. ("No, we don't want to do it. It hurts like hell, actually. It's just something we do. Don't ask me why. I honestly couldn't tell you. It's the same with picking scabs or pressing down on bruises.")
Or like how you're not supposed to eat the weird, little black nub at the bottom of the banana. ("I don't care if it's composed of the exact same stuff as the rest of the banana, that's so fucking gross 🤢")
Or like how you have to walk around ladders instead of under them ("Because otherwise you'll get bad luck, Derek!")
Or how, for a short time in history, a man wearing a singular earring on his left ear meant that he was gay for some reason. Or was it the right ear? ("Hey, listen, man, I didn't make these dumb rules!")
Or how you can't pick up a penny off the ground unless the face side is heads up ("Yes, it's another 'good luck, bad luck' thing. We actually have a lot of those, now that I think about it.")
Or how if someone far away sees you coming and holds the door open for you, you very specifically have to do a customary tiny wave or acknowledging nod before doing a small little half trot-half jog that isn't too slow or too fast all the way to the door. ("Because you don't want to take up their time, but also you don't want them to think they've inconvenienced you. Yeah, no, I get that they already have, but you don't want THEM to know that.")
All the way up to things like the weird history of Coke Zero, even though Diet Coke is essentially the same thing. ("Oh, now see, that's actually pretty interesting. And by interesting, I mean dumb and terrible. See, in the 80's, Coke only ever marketed Diet Coke as a 'woman's drink', so when they finally decided to expand their demographic, they had to spend millions of dollars to undo their own conditioning because their women's only Diet Coke campaign had been so successful, it took decades for men to stop associating drinking diet soda with being gay or effeminate.")
Just so Derek can finally know what it feels like to be on the other end of "common sense."
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dcangel · 1 month
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BOY<33
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toastybugguy · 10 months
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Just want everyone to know that my brother’s post-canon concept of Isaac becoming a famous fashion model after moving to France and being insufferable— to pretty much the same degree as before except now he’s rich and famous to back it up— upon returning to Beacon Hills (in a very nice car, he specified, because Isaac’s extra that way— I added that he’d have bigass name brand bags hanging off his arm and would take off a pair of sunglasses as dramatically as possible) is actually the best one.
He also stipulated that Scott is completely unaware of this development so when he sees the sweet car pull up he has no idea who it is. Stiles, however, groans as he drags a hand down his face and says “with this shit again” cause 1) he’s in the know and 2) with an entrance as pretentious as that who-the-fuck-else would it be.
No comments no criticisms my brother is the fucking smartest.
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somestardeww · 4 months
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something with stiles x fem!reader ;D
¹reader is alternative (the style, lol) and is a bit provocative too, but in a confident way. ²contains inaccurate descriptions of college dorms, smut under the cut :)
side note: this was supposed to be something short, maybe a pwp lmaooo
Stiles was never a guy with a lot of free time, as he spent half of his time dealing with the supernatural and the other half was divided between his dream college and taking care of his father, who, even though he was much older than him, left your food automatically, without worrying too much about your health.
So moving into college housing freshman year at the age of 18 was a… frighteningly interesting experience. He feared for his father, even though Scott had assured him he would keep an eye on him. He had also forced his friends to talk to him if something supernatural happened in Beacon Hills (he knew that his friends would try to solve everything themselves so as not to bother him, but there was no harm in trying).
For the first few months he was alone in the accommodation, it seems the universe finally smiled on him; the privacy and peace he had to do everything, from studying to doing nothing, was incredible.
Well, until now. The middle of the college year was approaching, and with it some students who transferred from other colleges to their unit, for various reasons. This was apparently the reason why some dorms had one or no people when they were made for doubles.
Stiles was on his way to the principal's office to find out who he would be sharing a room with when he ran into her.
He doesn't know what he gave himself, but there was something about that person in front of him that attracted him in every way. He didn't realize he was staring until he saw you heading towards him, stopping right in front of him. He thought he might faint.
"you can take a photo, beautiful, it will last longer" She said and smiled. The tone wasn't mocking… it was more of an amusing tone, as if it had entertained her. "What is your name?" You speak, and Stiles takes a couple seconds to reason. Damn, after all those years of liking Lídia he really thought he would know how to deal with female people better.
"Ah, my name is Stiles! It's nice to meet you. You transferred, right?"
You introduce yourself and agree, and then ask him for directions "Can you tell me which is dominion 53? I was placed there"
Stiles didn't know if he would jump up and down with excitement or if he would curl up in a fetal position for the next few minutes.
That was his dorm.
"It's my dorm, actually" He says and scratches the back of his head, his hair was growing there. Maybe it was time to shave…
"Then show me the way, sir" You say in a slightly excited way, looking at him.
As you walk and talk through the halls on your way to your own dorm, he can't take his eyes off you. His alternative punk style suited his personality. He also noticed that it was very, very easy to talk to you, as if you had known each other for a while.
When they arrive at the dorm, he notices that you are impressed with the place, looking around for a while and then asking what your room would be. The place was made up of a common room, with a TV, sofa and bookshelf with some books with an armchair nearby and a small kitchen with a fridge, stove and some cupboards, with a table that was full of Stiles' papers, who thought the place very comfortable.
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After a few weeks you were already used to living together, and you talked every day like old friends. the table that stiles used in the room slowly started to be used by the two of you, who also began to study frequently together, sometimes spending the night studying some old cold and unsolved FBI case.
One of the only times of the day you weren't together was in your own classes and when you both went to sleep.
And as time went by, Stiles started to hate that last part.
Not that he didn't like sleeping, but, you see, it's not easy to sleep with a painful, throbbing erection between your legs, which starts releasing pre-cum whenever Stiles thinks about you in the privacy of his own room. That was the moment when, outside of classes, he had nowhere to divert the thoughts he had about you.
And he remembered well when you started to disturb his nights: it was when he went to gather the clothes to be washed, since it was his week to do this task, and went to his room. he hadn't found anything out of the ordinary, until the moment he picked up something… wet? He lifts it to see what it was and finds his panties all wet with obvious cum, they were almost dripping with something he assumed was his excitement.
until it got worse lmfao
A few nights after that, he found himself lying in his own bed,
with his limbs spread out while one of his arms covered his own eyes. He was ready to give in to taking a cold shower to try to get rid of that erection that wouldn't go away, because he avoided touching himself too much thinking about you (he would definitely remember this at some random moment of the day and would be embarrassed) when he heard a soft moan. He thought it was something in his own mind with tension, so he ignored it… until he heard it again, louder.
The noises became frequent and then the penny dropped: you were making a fuss. And apparently, I was thinking about him too, if the loud moans that said "Stiles~ oh, fuuucckkk" that you let out were anything to go by.
He stopped in his bed, frozen halfway to standing up as he listened to her sounds, which were getting louder and louder, when his hand automatically went to his own erection, squeezing it tightly as he sighed in relief at the light contact. His hand started moving up and down faster and faster, and he could feel his dick throb every time you moaned louder and he could hear it.
How were you? Was she squeezing her breasts, or was her attention focused solely on her pussy? Was she touching her own clitoris while thinking about his tongue there? He didn't know, but just the possibility that his thoughts were, for the first time, real, he felt his hips rise against his own hands as he tightened his grip on his own cock, increasing the pace almost automatically.
This went on for a few moments, but he wouldn't be able to get there, not with you touching yourself so audibly so close to him. Then he got up and left the room. Without thinking too much, so as not to lose his courage, he went to your door and was surprised by the fact that it was ajar, giving him a partial view of you, wrapped in the blankets with one hand between your legs, obviously touching your own pussy. , while gripping the pillow above you.
He sees your absolutely beautiful breasts move with your heavy breathing and, taking advantage of the exact moment when you moan his name in such an obscene and beautiful way, he responds:
"Yes Princess?" as he leans against the frame of his door, smiling as he becomes deeply distracted by the sight before him.
You look at him in shock, your movements stopping as you stare at him, speechless and analyzing the boy in front of you.
It was no secret to you how attractive Stiles was, and you really didn't know how he didn't have anyone to call hers. From the first moment you were enchanted by him, by how naturally funny he is and how he didn't judge you based on your appearance and style; right now he didn't seem to be judging you… he even seemed horny.
Seeing his expression and how he was behaving you relaxed on the bed, your pussy still pulsing as you gave him a drunken smile, saying "hi Stiles, have you been there for a long time darling?"
"I just arrived, but I've been listening for a while, yes. These walls are very thin, you know" He speaks and you pay attention to him. He turns more towards you as the words leave his mouth, him becoming more comfortable, and gives you the view of his cock forming a tent in the pants he probably wears without underwear.
"I know… why don't you come closer and tell me about it, pretty boy?" You talk and smile, patting the bed in an invitation that wasn't meant to talk about the dorm's infrastructure.
"Gorgeous woman speaks, I obey." He responds, heading towards you.
He gets to the foot of the bed and looks at you, saying "Hi" to which you respond by pulling him on top of you while kissing him.
"Do you realize how much I wanted to do that, baby? Kiss you like that?" You say, wrapping your legs around his hips and caressing Stiles' bare arms.
"I haven't wanted you for as long as I have, I guarantee it" He replies, holding your waist and kissing you on your neck, the trail continuing to your breasts as he feels your legs wrapping around him, smiling at the gesture while squeezing your waist.
"Why don't you show me what else you want to do to me, sti?" You speak finally, looking him in the eyes as he looks back at you, kissing your nipples.
"I would love"
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batwynn · 3 months
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Just a reminder that the Pre-order period for this final Sterek art book closes on the 9th of Feb. I’ll only be ordering 1-2 extra copies at the most, so please message me to hold you a copy if you’re still interested but can’t pre-order right now!
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milkcryptid · 2 years
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I can draw now so i’m fulfilling my teenage dream and drawing all my old fave characters, starting with little red 
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hedwig221b · 10 days
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let me rizz you into sharing another one of your wips 😈
*deep breath*
please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please ple-
I'M LAUGHING SO HARD
I have no wips (I know but I'm trying to develop a plot with abo sterek with another meow-meow Stiles) BUT I have a finished fic that is marinating until y'all finish reading Angel, Ignited. Here's a snippet from Eros, Mania, Amor
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Stiles smiled.
“You have questions,” he said turning the focus of his pale shining eyes on Jordan.
He couldn’t help but glance at his body again.
Four deep bleeding cuts marred the spark’s chest. They were clean and precise as if something sliced through the skin and muscle like it was butter.
Jordan swallowed. He pulled some cotton cloth out of his suitcase and dabbed it into the plantain mixture.
“Did…” he cleared his throat. “Did he do that to you?”
Stiles continued smiling, light as if there weren't four obvious claw marks on his chest. “Would you believe me if I said no?”
Jordan stared at him.
As the shock settled, as the scope of the reality began to sink in, the hatred bubbled like a bile in his throat.
He must focus. He must help this precious creature and leave the hate for later.
Clenching his teeth, he began to dab the cotton on the skin, cleaning around the edges first. He winced along with Stiles and a tiny part of his soul died every time the spark let out a stiff groan.
Stiles shouldn’t know any pain.
No, but how dare—
Focus. Focus!
“How long has it been like that?” Jordan asked quietly.
Stiles hummed. “A week, maybe.”
Stiffening, Jordan glanced at him. “It shouldn’t be in this condition, then. It tears open before it can heal. You don’t do any straining activities, do you?”
“Can’t you tell?”
Jordan snapped his mouth shut. He felt horrified at the sight of Stiles’ smile, unflinching and light. What hid behind those smiles?..
The man glanced down, making Jordan follow his gaze. And, there, at the top of the hip bone, right at the edge of the pants.
A clear fingerprint, dark mauve.
It’s been a long time since Jordan’s hands trembled, from fury nonetheless. Enraged and aghast, he wanted to burst out of these doors, find the wolf, and—
A chilly hand closed upon his. Jordan looked up and saw the gentle gaze of Stiles’ big white-gold eyes.
“I’m getting kind of cold, doctor,” he smirked and let Jordan go.
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renmackree · 1 year
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Derek is the cover model for the popular romance series "Wolves of Love" ever since the first book "Alpha of my Dreams" was released. The author has never revealed themselves, but Derek knows whoever she is, she's probably a romantic.
Cue the final book of the series releasing and Derek is finally going to meet this mysterious author.
Stiles Stilinski shows up at the meeting instead. A skinny, hyperactive, and clearly talented author. He. Not she.
Derek is smitten.
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maxanor · 1 year
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honestly st*rek fans deserved to be queerbaited
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voidfxndoms · 2 months
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imagine how cute it would be if
Stiles: Come onnnnnn!!!
Derek: No.
Stiles: Pretty pleaseeeeee.
Derek: Stiles, I said NO.
Stiles: Just once I swear. Pleaseeee? *puppy eyes*
Derek: *sighs* *through gritted teeth* Fine. ONCE.
Stiles: *giggling in excitement* BOOP! *boops Derek's nose*
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marriedtobigfoot · 7 months
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If I were to hypothetically write a fanfic where Stiles accidentally gets himself cast as one of the leads in a Shakespeare play, who should he play? I'm torn between a few shows and characters and need opinions.
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wickedwitchofthesouth · 5 months
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If there were a teen wolf and spn cross over episode Dean and stiles would literally turn into father son reflections of each other. I mean you CANT TELL ME DEAN WOULDNT INSTANTLY ADOPT STILES their undying love for their cars, junk food, 80s rock, and almost blinding bisexuality would literally turn them into instant best friends UGHDUENSKSMSKKS THEY WOULD GET A LONG SO WELL UGHHSUDNEOQMSK I can't live in a world without a stiles and Dean crossover episode
Someone get me a fan fic IM LITERALLY DYING FOR THIS I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS
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letthestorieslive · 1 year
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Flying Solo - From Julie and the Phantoms
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