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promptfiction · 25 days
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he lived so many times already, tried to stay out of trouble, tried to be half the trouble, tried to take all the blame to himself, tried to warn some people, tried to warn everyone, tried to not give warnings at all, but in every fucking universe, in every timeline, all his loved ones die, it's inevitable.
Until the day he accidentally throws a hive of bees on gerard argent on his wedding day. Who knew the old man was allergic?
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promptfiction · 27 days
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promptfiction · 1 month
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THATS GOOD AF KKKKKKK
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promptfiction · 1 month
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I haven't seen the new Teen Wolf movie and I won't, it'll be like it never happened ✨️
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promptfiction · 1 month
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Omega werewolf who ended up in Stiles' squad: I heard that you were human. that you were bitten.
Stiles smirks: Yeah, I was bitten.
When the other packs see Stiles, they don't automatically think "very dangerous alpha werewolf." No, how could you when he's just a pale, skinny teenager dressed in several layers of plaid shirt? But in the middle of a war between humans and werewolves, they will realize that Stiles can be very bloodthirsty, sometimes too much.
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promptfiction · 1 month
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When the other packs see Stiles, they don't automatically think "very dangerous alpha werewolf." No, how could they when he's just a pale, skinny teenager dressed in several layers of plaid shirt? But in the middle of a war between humans and werewolves, they will realize that Stiles can be very bloodthirsty, sometimes too much.
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promptfiction · 1 month
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any werewolf pack would want stiles, is something Peter already said and believes vehemently, and this is something that their packmates will quickly discover when they need to interact with wolves from other regions to form treaties and alliances
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promptfiction · 1 month
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TW x TVD au
where Stiles moves to Mystic Falls and they keep sending him death threats, but Stiles just responds: man, I can think of 5 easy ways to kill you on the top of my head right now, if you keep giving me warnings like that I'll came up with, like, more 15.
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promptfiction · 1 month
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stiles is an artist, he discovered his "talent" (how people like to say), sketching nude portraits because well, he was the horniest teenage and making art is the best way of being horny on main™️ without people thinking you're a creepy stalker or something, but man, why are art materials so fucking expensive?
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promptfiction · 2 months
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stiles thinks it's super cute how the hale's keep playing matchmakers with him and derek, but shouldn't them already know they're dating?
derek don't want and will not tell his sisters he's already dating stiles because 1) he already told them but no one believed him and 2) while they keep trying to do something that's already stabilished, derek has more time to make out with stiles
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promptfiction · 2 months
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the guy who broke into their house: look, I'll pay you 10k to treat him, put some stitches on that wound and stay silent about it
*he says, pointing to his friend*
they, who is a doctor from the public health system: I would do it for free at the public hospital, but... *quickly informs their PayPal number*
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promptfiction · 2 months
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Stiles dies. He's heart honest to God stops, and no one has the presence of spirit to care. Not his so-called best friend, not his supposedly boyfriend, not even his fucking father. Well, if they want him gone, he will.
But Stiles won't do how they want him to go. He refuses to die. Again. He will disappear of their lives and let them be, but like his mom liked to say: "the best revenge is when they beg".
Stiles knows they will, you don't comeback from the underworld without some knowledge.
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promptfiction · 3 months
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The character is simply the worst living being. He destroyed, conquered, murdered, sold his own grandma, BUT has a soft spot for that cute little thing they call theirs, and would choose to die if it would make life easier for the person they love (the person they love never killed a fly, but would do a massacre for them if given the chance).
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promptfiction · 3 months
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I want to write a book this year. Can someone recommend me tips, tutorials, books, or something so I can start?
It's not a serious project, but I'd like to do something different this year!
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promptfiction · 4 months
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I'm capable of creating a new whole world if I was chatting with a friend, but I'd never be capable of doing the same alone with my notebook, and that's why I'm not a renowned author
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promptfiction · 4 months
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She never liked him. That's it.
The feeling was always in the back of her throat, he never gave her reason for that, no. Of course not, if he did, he'd be already dead.
But it's always there, that wariness. Always waiting for when, not if. And he's always kind smiles and warm words, always working hard, gaining friends wherever he goes, but her mid is just that litany of
run run run fight maim destroy protect kill
She's not dumb. She's not acting on it until he gives the reason, but he never does, and her patience is fading alway fast.
It's in the waning moon. She doesn't even know why she remembers that because when it happens, it's in the morning. Actually is closer to night than day, but the sun's rays are enough to illuminate all surfaces, but not him.
She sees him far away, just close enough to know it's him, close enough to see him without him knowing she's there, and contrary to Edward Cullen, he doesn't shine. He sucks the light like he's made of emptiness, like nothing is capable of giving him colors. His image is black, not because he's wearing it, but because his entire persona is made of darkness.
It doesn't frighten her, just because it isn't a discovery but a confirmation and she can't control it. She smiles.
She doesn't laugh or celebrate. It's just a smile. Brighter than everything, but it's just close to the necessary to pause him from whatever he's doing and make he look her way. His eyes are void, soulless.
She laughs then, her eyes filled with so much mirth and pride. Finally.
Fucking finally.
When she goes in his direction, isn't a walk, is more like a march to fight, to win.
To kill.
She can see it in his eyes. He knows that the veil that covered him was removed, and it's time. He's ready. He was observing her, too. Awaiting for the moment she would pouce.
Both their minds resonate the same thing:
Finally.
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promptfiction · 4 months
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Yuuji actually isn't a good person. Yeah, you could argue all you want about his actions or about his personality, but he's not. The problem? He's not bad either, but when you're cursed by your own grandpa to "help other people and make friends," what are you gonna do?
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