#bro do your lacrosse goal

[weirdcanucks]

The most incredible thing about this one is that Höglander pulled it off while in full stride. “He didn’t do the one where you go behind the net, stop and then scoop it, he literally picked it up while skating like Sid did back in the day with Rimouski. That’s what we were talking about the other day like I wouldn’t even think about doing that move behind the net, no chance,” Pearson said while laughing.

If there’s one player on the Canucks who you know is itching to pull off a lacrosse goal of his own, it’s definitely Dekey Pete. Pettersson works on the move for fun on occasion and he made a valiant attempt in a home game against the Panthers in late October.

“I tried it once and I didn’t get the puck up on the stick,” Pettersson said. “It’s a move I feel I can do, I’ll probably try it next time I get a chance so we’ll see. Those chances when you have time with the puck coming around the net doesn’t happen that often. But, of course, if I ever pull it off I’m going to be really happy.”

✏️ : Harman Dayal (Dec 29, 2019) [x]

#vancouver canucks #nils höglander #elias pettersson #tanner pearson #bro do your lacrosse goal

[workingforitallthetime]

svech: a very serious and responsible primer

ok @totally-necessary​ and @needsmore​, i am gonna write you an andrei svechnikov primer and i am going to do my best to produce a work of responsible well-sourced expository prose instead of an embarrassing thirsty disaster like the rest of my andrei svechnikov blogging.

here is my introductory paragraph:

wait, no, give me another shot. i swear i can actually do this. here is my introductory paragraph:

HOW CAN I NOT LOVE THIS GOOD-NATURED FEARLESS JOYFUL SHOULDER-FRECKLED SEX KITTEN????? HOW CAN I DO ANYTHING BUT CRY ALL THE TIME?????

.......ok. sorry. let me try it again. i’ll do it right this time, i promise. here is my introductory paragraph:

once upon a time in siberia, two-year-old andrei svechnikov put on skates for the first time and cried because he couldn’t follow his big brother evgeny onto the ice. eventually evgeny’s coach let andrei join the team’s workouts, and then coach started giving the older players a hard time when andrei would beat them.

the backstory of the svech bros sounds a lot like every other hockey kid who didn’t grow up privileged: parents who worked multiple jobs and sacrificed and moved cities to make sure the kids got hockey opportunities. in interviews, the svechnikov brothers have referenced not knowing where food or clothes were going to come from, and they emphasize how close it made them. evgeny says:

Having a brother that we eat from one plate--sleep in one bed sometimes--we went through everything. It's just one person by your side always. It's like going hunting alone or with somebody.

they wear the same number. they talk every day. as soon as the season paused in march, evgeny drove to north carolina. lately, they’re hanging out in michigan. basically, if hockey is not being played, they are together. basically, if you are going to write a primer about andrei, the most important thing is evgeny.

(my theory is that evgeny is at least part of the reason andrei does not like it when dougie and foegs joke about him being their kid brother. it’s the only joke i’ve ever seen svech refuse to roll with.)

evgeny got drafted by the red wings in 2015 (round 1, 19th overall). he started out with the AHL affiliate in grand rapids, and in 2016 mama svech packed up andrei and moved from russia to michigan. andrei played a season for the muskegon lumberjacks in the USHL. he led the team in scoring and was named USHL rookie of the year. the next season he was the first selection in the CHL import draft, and played for the barrie colts.

ok, so while we’re knocking out the backstory, i want to note that svech’s full name is Andrei Igorevich Svechnikov. don’t tell me that’s not sexy.

furthermore, the very spelling of andrei is sexy. i had a russian-speaking colleague once who had a son named andrei and she would say his name with a little lift at the end. not like the i added another syllable, just like a little caress. i hear it that way when i type it. it makes me happy to type that i at the end. andrei. andrei.

oh sorry, did i veer off topic?

the carolina hurricanes selected andrei second overall in the 2018 draft. he looked just as dumb as everybody always does in their draft night jersey photos, but here’s his draft day suit:

oh wait, can’t pass up the opportunity for a combine photo

did i say COMBINE? i meant JAWLINE

wait one more photo from the combine, just because he looks especially dead poets society in this one:

upon moving to raleigh, andrei emphatically wanted to live alone, which seems unusual for an 18-year-old entering the NHL and is therefore fertile ground for all sorts of headcanons. he keeps his floors very clean and gets mad when his buddies won’t take their shoes off. i am not making this up. he lives in the same apartment complex as dougie hamilton, warren foegele, joel edmundson (rip), and teuvo teravainen. andrei does not cook and he’s constantly calling them to see who wants to go out to eat.

in that last video i linked you can see foegs stumble and jump off his scooter just before he hits the gate to their parking garage. then the gate rises like magic and svech glides straight through. this is an unsubtle metaphor for andrei svechnikov’s entire athletic existence.

svech purportedly does not play video games, which is wild to me. instead, he practices magic tricks. again, i am not making this up.

wait i’m sorry it’s been at least ten minutes since i looked at a picture of andrei svechnikov holding a bunch of kittens

ok where was i.

svech had a pretty solid rookie season in 2018-19, but you can look up the numbers elsewhere if you want them. he was the first player born this century to score in the NHL but we don’t like to think about his 2000 birthdate. he played on a line with jordan martinook for a lot of that first season, and you can read more about that romantic nonsense in the ship primer i’ll be writing next. more recently the canes have settled into a top line of svech, sebastian aho, and teuvo teravainen, which is a pretty deadly combo.

one incident of note from svech’s rookie season is that he got knocked the fuck out by alex ovechkin. we’ll be talking more about that in the ship primer too, but if you want the video it’s here.

here, have a little celly:

svech’s most touted accomplishment is scoring the NHL’s first-ever Michigan-style lacrosse goal. this article has a very good description of how it worked. the postgame interview from that game is so endearing it makes me want to claw my face off. he’s talking so fast (for him) and he keeps repeating that his brother taught it to him, just absolutely determined to make sure everyone knows this milestone belongs to evgeny too.

also, this season, he scored the first playoff hat trick in franchise history.

the thing about andrei svechnikov is that nobody has a bad word to say about him. everybody thinks he’s an amazing player (”skilled and tenacious yet loose and creative”) and everybody compliments his work ethic (shooting pucks for hours after practice or a game) and journalists call him a “transcendent star.” everybody says he’s a great person. everybody calls him special. jordan martinook says svech never has a bad word to say about anyone.

ok it’s kitten time again!

more svech facts of note:

drives a black mercedes, poorly. “he wants to win on the road, too,” says foegs.

his voice gets very soft when he is uncertain about something but he’s loud when he wins a card game. (”GOOD NIGHT, BROTHER! SEE YOU NEXT GAME!”)

loves french toast for breakfast.

guilty pleasure is milkshakes.

if he was an animal, he’d be a bear (”like a russian bear.”)

does monster summer workouts with ivan provorov

look how fucking cute he is

the invaluable social media team over at hurricanes hq understands the svech content the world needs. i’m gonna tackle some more of this in the ship primer, but here are the best ones:

who’s your daddy? this video features svech confusedly asking “daddy?”, which is literally everything i ever want in fic or in life. once he finally understands he’s expected to choose between two teammates, he chooses the one who’s his buddy. and then after he’s catcalled from offscreen, he slouches down in his chair and changes his answer. “both,” he mutters, looking unbearably smug. “both.”

cookie face. it takes marty a very entertaining 49 seconds to eat the cookie. then svech hacks the game and wins in 7 second flat. “he’s good at everything,” marty marvels from offscreen.

this is a terrible concept for a video but it does feature svech and dougie doing the famous scene from stepbrothers, and svech giving a sweeping bow. i will forgive him for wearing a duke hat but only because he wears a tarheels hat in the three amigos video above.

has it been too long since a kitten photo? it’s definitely been too long since a kitten photo.

in conclusion, andrei svechnikov is a massive life-ruining problem and also he is perfect. i love him.

#whew #svech primer #hawk fic

[vrzfr]

location: hans starke’s bathtub 

for: closed for @hstarke​

“I’m starting to worry I’m gonna resent my kids,” Vir says conversationally, with all the casualty of water cooler small talk. He’s sitting in Hans’ bathtub fully clothed, which is still probably not the worst Friday night plans he’s had in the last month. To be clear, it’s not like Vir intended to be in Hans’ bathtub tonight, probably more prepared to spend the start to his weekend on Hans’ couch or his floor or his counter, but Vir commented with a kind of ‘oh, huh’ affliction that he’d never been in Hans’ bathtub, at which point Hans mentioned the killer view from said bathtub, prompting Vir to go ‘like yeah, no doubt, but why do you even need a view from your bathtub?’, which then spiraled into a debate about the appropriate amount of time to spend in a bathtub and what exactly one should be looking at during a bath — this story ends thirty more minutes of heated discussion later, Vir sitting in Hans’ bathtub, staring out the window of what’s admittedly a very expensive-looking view with a bowl of grapes that he stole from Hans’ fridge in his lap. 

He’s tossing the grapes up and catching them in his mouth, a talent of his that he’s a little too excited to show off to Hans, and occasionally tossing a grape in the direction of Hans’ mouth with mixed success. Again, not the worst Friday night plans he’s had in the last month.

But where was he? Right, resenting his yet-to-exist kids. “Sorry, starting is the wrong word here. I’ve got a categorized, alphabetized, chronological list of worries about my kids, and resenting them was always somewhere in the mix, sure, but I think it’s moving up, which is the issue.” He throws another grape at Hans’ mouth, but it narrowly misses and bounces off his cheek instead. “Oh come on bro, that one was so close. You’ve gotta work with me here, this is a team sport.” He chucks another in the air above himself, catching it with his two front teeth and a little grin. “See? All about aerodynamics. Anyway, where was I?” A pause, and then - “Oh, yeah. So I think I’m going to resent my kids. Because on one hand, right, there’s the reality where they turn out to be perfectly normal. Normal here meaning like, a B-student, goes to a public college, ends up as an accountant, moves to the suburbs. A sitcom family character without the jokes. And that’s fine, but I resent that kid because it’s just fine, because I have to accept that my kid has nothing special going for them and when I talk about them at dinner parties I’ll have to bring up, I don’t fucking know, their goal at the recent lacrosse game. Do you score goals in lacrosse? Is that just exclusive to soccer? What do you score in basketball, are those points? Lacrosse is probably also points. God, I don’t fucking care, which really is just an exemplification of the fact that I’ll resent having to care about my average kid’s average life on their average lacrosse team.” Another grape gets tossed at Hans’ mouth, this one landing between his too-perfect teeth with resounding success. Vir gives a little woot before continuing. “Then there’s the other reality, the one where my kid’s a little prodigy. But I resent that kid too, because I know myself and I know that I’ll have - god, I hate this - I’ll have this weird jealousy, where this genius kid will remind me of when I was a kid, except the kid is a kid so they’ve got their whole life ahead of them to create a legacy while my change-the-world clock chips away by the day. And I’ll sit around and I’ll be happy for them but I won’t really be happy for them, it’ll just be this ugly, duplicitous thing that festers and gets upset that Vir Zafar will only get remembered for what his husband and his kid did. God, that too, if the kid’s a prodigy then you just know it’ll be Oliver’s kid. I mean, we’re adopting, so it won’t be Oliver’s kid, but it’ll be Oliver’s kid. Like, people will go ‘oh, who could have raised this little Einstein?’ and when they find out it’s Oliver’s they’ll think ‘yeah, that checks out’.” He wants to throw a grape out Hans’ bathroom window and see if it blinds a civilian walking by. Instead, he looks up from his fruit bowl, raising an eyebrow at Hans. “Be honest. Do you think I’m going feral?”

#c: hans starke #bye what is this

[stereksecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, damnfancyscotch!

For @damnfancyscotch, who liked high school AUs and soulmates, so have some rival teams and a bit of Shakespeare!

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*****

Not a Shakespearean Tragedy

Stiles and Scott walked to the lacrosse field after school for practice, clad in their uniforms and carrying their crosses. They passed by the basketball court, where the basketball players were practicing.

“Look, there goes the lacrosse bozos!” one of the basketball players jeered at them.

“Only bozos I see are you guys!” Stiles yelled back at them. “Did you lose your mascot costume again?”

Some of the guys started yelling back at them, some players holding others back, but the two friends just ignored them all and continued on towards the lacrosse field.

“You ever get sick of this stupid rivalry?” Stiles sighed.

“It is pretty stupid,” Scott agreed. “I always worry when they say things about how I play, though,” he added quietly.

Stiles immediately got in Scott’s path so he would stop. “Don’t you ever say that about yourself!” he said vehemently. “You’ve gotten really good over the years since your asthma went away, and next year, you’ll probably be our team captain! Don’t ever doubt yourself, bro!”

Scott smiled his adorably sweet smile that made Stiles think of puppies. “Aw, thanks, bro!”

“And I mean it, too,” Stiles added as the two got to the field.

As they waited for their coach to arrive, Stiles glanced back at the basketball court. He really was sick of the stupid squabbling between teams.

The rivalry between the basketball and lacrosse teams was legendary. It had been going on for nearly a decade. The two coaches, Coach Finstock of the lacrosse team and Coach Abernathy of the basketball team, kept trying to one-up each other, and the teams had caught their fever. There had been crazy pranks, yelling insults at the other team across the fields, even stealing the team mascot costume. Friendships between players on the other team were rare.

Which was a real shame because Stiles really wanted to be friends with Derek Hale. He was a senior while Scott and Stiles were juniors, but they shared quite a few classes. Derek was smart, especially in English, and had good things to say in class. He was actually a big fan of Shakespeare’s works, and Stiles gained an appreciation for his writing because of Derek. He would smile at Derek when he said something particularly interesting in class, and Derek would smile at him, too. But then they’d look away because they weren’t allowed to be friends, which was completely unfair.

Derek was one of the rare basketball players who didn’t insult the lacrosse team. Well, maybe he did and Stiles just wasn’t there to hear it. Stiles was no innocent angel who didn’t insult the basketball team, but he never said anything bad about Derek, either.

Navigating teen social groups was just a nightmare.

What if a basketball player and a lacrosse player were soulmates? That would be worse than a nightmare.

But Stiles often wondered. He didn’t think that he and Derek had ever touched each other’s bare skin. When soulmates touched each other’s bare skin for the first time, their vision would explode into white, and they would finally recognize each other as soulmates.

Not all soulmates find each other in high school, but many of his classmates had found theirs already. Even Scott had discovered his soulmate Allison when he handed her a pen and their hands brushed each other. Stiles really wanted to discover who was meant to be his.

“Stiles,” Scott nudged his arm. “What are you thinking about?”

Stiles sighed. “The usual,” he said.

It was far from the first time that Stiles had mentioned the unfairness of it all. But before Scott could say anything, Coach Finstock came out, his whistle around his neck. The two boys and a few other of their teammates stood at attention, but most of them were still talking amongst themselves and hadn’t noticed their coach showing up.

Coach Finstock blew his whistle. “Alright, listen up! We’re gonna practice shooting at the goal, and if you keep missing, you’re gonna be running suicides! Let’s show up that stupid Coach Abernathy! You got it?”

“Yes, Coach!” the team said in unison.

Stiles was too busy after that to think about anything but lacrosse.

**********

A few days later, Stiles had to stay after school because stupid Mr. Harris had given him detention. Scott had already gone home, so Stiles was walking through the corridors alone.

Suddenly, he walked into what felt like a brick wall. He fell on his butt, thankfully not hitting his head on anything, but it was still startling.

“Are you okay?” asked a familiar voice.

Stiles’ head flew up and he looked into Derek Hale’s beautiful eyes. “Y… yeah,” he said.

“Let me help you up,” Derek said, holding out a hand.

This was the moment that Stiles had been so curious about. He gripped onto it, and the moment he did, his vision did explode into white. And apparently, Derek’s did, too, because instead of Derek helping him up, he fell on top of Stiles instead.

“You really are my soulmate?” Stiles was in shock. They really had never touched any bit of their skin together before that very moment?

“Are you upset?” Derek looked worried, moving back off of Stiles. “We don’t have to--”

“No!” Stiles screamed, grabbing at one of Derek’s arms to stop him. “I like that we’re soulmates,” he said at a more normal volume. “I was kind of hoping that we were, actually, because you’re really kind of awesome.”

Derek looked more relaxed and a smile was blossoming on his face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Stiles returned the smile.

Forget about the two rival teams for now, Stiles thought. For now, Derek was all that he wanted on his mind.

**********

Unfortunately, the next day, they both knew that they had to speak to their respective coaches. Stiles was not looking forward to telling Coach Finstock that Derek was his soulmate, and Derek wasn’t looking forward to telling Coach Abernathy about Stiles, either. But the two of them walked to the gym anyways. No one else was there, and the two held hands for moral support.

“Everything will be okay,” Stiles said, both to reassure Derek as well as himself.

Derek gulped. “Yeah. We’ll be able to be together and not have to hide our relationship.”

Stiles stared at him. He didn’t even consider that they might be forced into a secret relationship, forced to have clandestine meet-ups in other towns so no one else would see them. Stiles would wear a hoodie and sunglasses, while Derek would wear a scarf that covered the lower half of his face and…

“Stiles!” Derek interrupted his thoughts. “It’s not going to happen!”

Stiles looked over at Derek. He looked just as nervous as Stiles felt, but he looked determined, too. Stiles bet that that’s how Derek looked before a big basketball game. Maybe someday, Stiles would be able to go to one of his games and see for himself.

“Coach?” Stiles called, walking into his office in the gym

Coach Finstock was reading some essays from his freshman classes, but he looked up when Stiles approached. “Bilinski,” he greeted. “You needed something?”

“Um, yeah,” Stiles said. His heart was beating a mile a minute. He had the sinking feeling that this conversation could end very badly, but he needed to go through with it anyways.

“Bilinski!” Coach yelled. “Get on with it! I have papers to grade, you know! They don’t pay me to just sit here and look pretty, you know!”

“Sorry, Coach,” Stiles scratched his head. “I found my soulmate yesterday.”

“Congratulations!” Coach grinned. “But why are you telling me this? Shouldn‘t you be giggling about it with McCall or something?”

This was it. The moment that could end his days of lacrosse and Derek’s days of basketball. “It’s Derek,” he blurted out before he could lose his nerve. “Derek Hale. From the basketball team.”

Coach didn’t say anything.

“Am… am I gonna get kicked off the team?” Stiles was getting nervous, and when he was nervous, he tended to babble even more than normal. “I mean, I’m not the best player, but I’ve won you some goals. And Scotty, him and I play really good together! And Derek, he’s like one of the best players on the basketball team! He’s even the team captain!”

Finstock blew his whistle, and Stiles immediately shut up.

“Bilinski, do you really think we’d kick you off our teams because you’re soulmates?” Finstock asked. “Because that’s pretty crazy.”

Stiles’ jaw dropped. “But… the rivalry between the teams…?”

“What? Did you think this was gonna be like Romeo and Juliet?” Finstock stared at him. “Because while I have suffered greatly in my life, I’m not living in a Shakespearean tragedy! Don‘t put me through that, Bilinski!” He shook his finger at Stiles.

Stiles held his hands up. “I won’t, Coach! Promise!”

Finstock nodded in approval. “Good man. But don’t let being all lovey-dovey affect your performance on this team, or I’ll replace your starting position with Greenberg, and you know I don’t want that guy playing!”

Yeah, Stiles didn’t want Greenberg taking over his spot. “You got it!”

“Now, get out of here and let me grade my papers in peace!” Finstock said, picking up one of the essays on his desk and reading it.

Knowing when he was being dismissed, Stiles ran out of Finstock’s office and the gym. Derek was already outside, waiting for him. “How did it go for you?” he asked anxiously.

“He told me we weren’t Romeo and Juliet,” Stiles answered.

Derek raised an eyebrow. “I don’t remember ever saying we were,” he said.

“You didn’t,” Stiles said. “It was just Finstock being his weird self. But he’s all for us being together!” he added, bouncing from foot to foot in excitement. “What about you and Coach Abernathy?”

“Oh, yeah! He approved, too” Derek said, grinning so that his teeth were showing. God, he could be such a cute dork!

“Woohoo!” Stiles shouted, throwing his hands up in the air in celebration.

There was no one around to see the ensuing kiss, and Stiles was fine with some things just staying private between soulmates.

**********

At the end of the week was the next basketball game. Stiles sat in the stands and dragged Scott along with him, who dragged Allison along as well. “It’s so weird to be here,” Scott told him, looking like he would run and hide the second one of the basketball players or their coach spotted him.

Stiles shook his head. “I told you, Scotty. Everything’s okay. Remember Coach‘s speech yesterday, about how he and the basketball coach bet every year on their teams winning? That‘s how this stupid rivalry came about, so the coaches can bet each other out of money!”

Scott shrugged. “If you say so, dude.”

Allison ruffled Scott’s hair and smiled sweetly at him. “Don’t worry so much,” she said. “Let’s enjoy the game for once.”

“Hey, here they come!” Stiles shouted.

The basketball players started running out onto the court. Stiles spotted Derek immediately in the front leading the others. He spotted Stiles in the stands and waved shyly at him.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?” Stiles whispered dreamily, putting a hand over his heart. “It is the east, and Derek is the sun.”

Scott and Allison laughed at him. “Dude,” Scott shook his head, grinning.

“You are so in love!” Allison beamed, her dimples showing.

“Yeah,” Stiles said, watching Derek take control of the ball and run dribbling it across the court. “I am.”

#damnfancyscotch #stereksanta20 #*fic20 #*gifts20

[jacyevans]

Happy Laura Hale Appreciation Week - Tales from the “She Stood Tall” verse

So. This happened.

I've wanted to write the stories of how Laura invited each person into the pack since I wrote "A to B," the finale the She Stood Tall verse, back in 2018. I could never figure out how to get the words on the page.

I should have known better than to plan - the original 7 fics were born of unexpected inspiration and wacky, random happenstance. Of course, these stories would be, too.

Some of these chapters will be posted as @laurahale-appreciation goes on. The rest will be posted sometime next week. Todays theme is “Laura Didn’t Die.”

I hope you enjoy returning to this verse as much as I do. And with that, I give you:

Tales from the Verse - Or: Eight times Laura Hale offers someone the bite. Or: How Laura Hale rebuilds her pack and re-learns what it means to call Beacon Hills home

This Chapter - Scott - feat. Laura Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, and Derek Hale; Rated T.

[NOTE: You do not need to be familiar with the rest of the verse to read this fic, but it would definitely add to the experience. TL;DR, Laura survives both Peter and the Argents and reestablishes the Hale pack with Derek in Beacon Hills.] (Read on AO3)

Laura asks Scott about the Bite after a lacrosse game his senior year of high school.

He’s filling in for someone on the field, lungs burning from lack of oxygen. She can hear him panting from all the way up in the stands. During a time-out, he rushes to the bench, grabbing the inhaler Stiles has been holding in his hands and taking a long, slow puff. Coach tugs him to the side, asks if he’s okay to keep playing. Scott narrows his eyes, nods, tosses Stiles the inhaler, and rushes back onto the field.

They win the game 10 - 9, but Scott walks with his head down as he approaches Laura’s car and climbs into the back seat.

“You were awesome out there tonight,” Stiles says; he isn’t just pacifying Scott. He smells of disappointment that he was once again left on the bench, but warm elation for his friend.

“Yeah,” Scott mutters, buckling his seatbelt. He leans back in his seat and slouches down.

“Dude, I’m serious--”

“Seatbelt, Stiles,” Laura says, cutting him off. Stiles makes a face. He yanks the seatbelt across his chest, struggling to find the correct clip. Scott takes the buckle from his hand without complaint, strapping Stiles in with a click.

“Thanks, bro.” He grins. “Come on! Smile! You made the first goal! You kicked ass out there, man.”

“And Coach almost pulled me off the field right after when I stumbled onto the sideline because I couldn’t breathe,” Scott snaps. Stiles frowns, but he nudges Scott in the arm, pressing their shoulders together before he turns to pester Derek instead.

She pulls up in front of the Stilinski house. Stiles unbuckles his seatbelt and opens the door.

“Hey, Scott, hang back a minute,” she says, catching his eye in the rearview mirror. Scott frowns and exchanges a puzzled look with Stiles.

“Don’t look at me. I got nothin.’ Ack!” He yelps as Derek grasps onto the collar of his jersey, dragging him into the house. Stiles bitches about handsy werewolves who need obedience training as the door shuts.

Scott reeks of teenage angst - a particular smell she could only describe as teenage sweat mixed with anxiety turned up to eleven. Beneath that is bitter resentment, no doubt at what he perceives as his own failure.

She turns around in her seat so she can see his face. She and Derek discussed this weeks ago; she wanted to make sure they were on the same page. “I wanted to ask you something. Have you ever considered taking the Bite?”

Scott’s head snaps up, eyes wide. “You mean like - becoming a werewolf?”

“No, I mean that hickey on your neck the size of Mount Doom.”

Scott slaps a hand to the left side of his neck, grimacing when he hits the bruise. Go Allison.

Laura grins. “Yes, becoming a werewolf.”

“I don’t know. Haven’t really thought about it.” His frown deepens. “Is this about how shitty I played tonight?”

“You scored a goal,” she says, re-emphasizing Stiles’ earlier reassurance.

“Danny scored two,” he grumbles.

Laura rolls her eyes. “And that’s still one more than most of the other players on your team. There was nothing shitty about anything you did on that field.”

“You don’t know what it's like.” Scott stares down at his lap. His hand clenches at the bottom of his jersey. “You’ve never had to worry about getting a paper cut, nevermind barely being able to breathe some days just from walking down the stairs.”

Every so often, one of the humans will throw that in their face, that as werewolves, they don’t know what it's like to suffer from physical illness, usually while they’re whining about a stuffy nose or the flu. Most of the time, she ignores the comment.

Every so often - like when Scott couldn’t find his inhaler fast enough and started wheezing on the couch, or when the sheriff got into a car accident on his way home from work and broke his wrist in three places - the reminder stings. “I know that, Scott. That still doesn’t negate anything you did tonight.”

“I guess,” Scott mutters. He clears his throat, a cautious hope twisting around the edges of his scent. “So, if I become a werewolf - no more asthma, right?”

“I’m not saying it’ll be easy,” Laura says gently. “Your lungs will work just fine - better than fine, even. You’ll be able to run a mile in ten minutes without breaking a sweat.” His eyes light up. She shakes her head. “But the first few months are… painfully difficult for a new wolf. You’ll have to adapt to enhanced senses and heightened emotions. Your body is going to move in ways you aren’t used to. You’ll probably wolf out if someone so much as breathes too hard in your direction, and that’s nothing compared to how aggressive you’ll feel on the first few full moons until you find your anchor and learn control.”

“You know, you’re doing a horrible job of selling me on this,” Scott says, and when he gives her a small smile, she rolls her eyes.

“Listen wiseass,” she says, grin widening when he huffs a laugh, “I’m just making sure you have all of the information so you can make an informed decision.”

He bites his lip. “Do I have to decide tonight?”

She barks a laugh. “Hell no. I’m not biting you until you’re at least eighteen, so you have plenty of time to think about it.” She shifts in her seat, leaning her elbow on the headrest. “I just wanted you to know you have the option, if you want it.”

His smile is genuine this time. “Thanks.” Laura reaches back to ruffle his hair. He ducks her hand, opening the door.

Laura follows him out of the car. She waits until he slings his bag on his shoulder and shuts the door to add, “Oh, I also need to talk to your mother first.”

“Oh, come on!”

#lhaw20 #she stood tall verse #my fic #again. #char: laura hale #char: scott mccall #tv: teen wolf #fanfiction

[samwell-actually]

Holsom Fic-Rec

Although I have my all-time favorite OMGCP fic bookmarked on my Ao3 page, I wanted to compile a master list of all of my favorite OMGCP Ao3 fic to have in one place on my tumblr. And since I’m that neurotic, I thought it might also be nice to break-up each ship as well: 

Two Minutes for Holding | halfabreath One-Shot, 2k Ransom is a team physician and Holster is a referee. They first meet on the ice during a particularly physical Aces v. Falcs game.

not funny | applecrumbledore One-Shot, 9k This whole thing feels so weird, like they're betraying some clause of the homosocial bro code that says it's only for fun, you can't actually be gay, like they're letting someone down. But on the other hand, being with each other is the most natural thing they've ever done. Like a chemical reaction, or two halves of something whole, or one of those hand puzzles where the two pieces of metal are all twisted around each other, or the logical and satisfying conclusion of a really good book.

Score | emmagrant01 One-Shot, 12k Ransom and Holster like to score goals for each other, and they like to take care of each other. It was probably just a matter of time before those two things became entangled.

What I Wanted Was to Fall Asleep | halfabreath One-Shot, 5k The gods are real, which everyone knows, but when they’re not fighting among themselves they’re usually partying and humans have generally learned to accept their meddling without too much complaining. Ransom just never thought he’d actually know someone who’d been god-touched and he never, ever expected that it would be Holster. Alternatively: Holster becomes a tree.

Five Things Adam Birkholtz Learns in HDFS 332: Healthy Couple Relationships | EllyAvon Completed Multi-Chapter, 6k HDFS 332: Healthy Couple Relationships is just the night class Holster is taking with Lardo to fulfill one of his core requirements. He doesn't expect it to drastically change his life. OR: The Weirdest Healthy Relationships PSA Ever. OR: Wholesome Holsom

In a Different Frame | sunfair One-Shot, 4k Holster is determined to become somebody's boyfriend. Too bad he's kind of an idiot. He figures it out, though.

BFFWB | emmagrant01 One-Shot, 7k Ransom's schedule this semester leaves no time for a sex life. Holster has a solution for that. (Set fall 2014)

Seasonal Drinks | rhysiana Completed Multi-Chapter, 1k An AU in which Ransom and Holster never met in college. Thank goodness for the local coffee shop.

someone as good for me as you | astrolesbian One-Shot, 7k “So tell me,” Justin’s mother says, all business, “is your boy going to propose?” “What, Jack?” Justin says, and doesn’t really think much of it, because his mother eats up the details of Jack and Bitty and JackandBitty like Holster eats up rom-coms. His mother sighs, and he can practically hear her rolling her eyes. “No, baby, I meant Adam.”

what is the meaning of this? | kleinergruenerkaktus Multi-Part Series, 13k Ransom has a system, and it was working just fine before Holster came along.

There Were Fireflies | Schuyler One-Shot, 3k Holster has never been weird about shit like this before. They’ve been friends for, what? Almost a decade? And Holster has never said anything bad about guys who date other guys. Hell, they lived in a house with Jack and Bits. But Ransom goes on two dates with a guy and Holster goes ballistic.

blink back to let me know | nighimpossible One-Shot, 4k Justin is a medical student in Boston and Holster is working in New York.Things were a lot easier before they became real people.

Here’s a Man in Evenin’ Clothes | halfabreath One-Shot, 5k Ransom's estimating that they've got another 3.75 hours until the last people trickle out of the Haus. 3.75 hours, 225 minutes.Holster grins, flushed and disheveled and handsome as Justin has ever seen him, and suddenly he knows he's not going to be able to wait another 225 minutes before kissing him. Or: Epikegster toga porn

Keep It | petals42_tumbler (rosepetals42) Completed Multi-Chapter, 18k At the start of their senior year, Ransom is dating March and Holster is okay. Of course he is. Except when he's not.

cabin fever | theghostofjamespotter One-Shot, 5k “Dude. You didn’t score a single goal.” He’s beaming, chin resting on Ransom’s thigh. “And you came in like, under five minutes.” or, the forfeit fifa fic no one has asked for. just bros being bros and somehow accidentally hooking up.

How to Romance a Hockey Player | Tintinnabulation_of_the_Bells One-Shot, 7k After Holster comes out, Ransom needs a plan. A plan to make his best friend fall in love with him. What could possibly go wrong?

the lucky ones | screamlet Completed Multi-Chapter, 17k They made the decision to drive to Myrtle Beach when Holster found the fucking sweetest cottage near the beach.

guard/hit/hammer | halfabreath One-Shot, 2k Justin Oluransi is a gold medalist, and he has no idea what he's doing. (Ransom and Holster's first kiss happens on a tiny couch on the world's biggest stage.)

first love, late spring | lehtonen One-Shot, 12k “Right.” Ransom still looks serious, but there’s a sinister glint in his eye that Holster gloomily recognises as contemplation. “What’s in it for us?”Holster whips his head round to stare at him so fast his neck twinges in three different places. “Nothing is in it for us,” he hisses sotto voce, “or did you not hear the part where we’d be dating?”

Ransom and Holster’s Guide to Shennanigans | Tintinnabulation_of_the_Bells One-Shot, 8k Ransom and Holster have been together since June, but they keep it low key. Maybe even a little too low key. Shenanigans ensue because, hey, it's awfully hard for the team to set them up when they've already been dating for months.

Just bros being bros | blue_eyed, growlery One-Shot, 7k Rans and Holster have a busy semester, so they start planning their bro-time. But its not like they're dating, right?

all my time is yours as is mine | halfabreath One-Shot, 1k No one knows how long Holster's been alive. No one knows how much time Ransom has left. Everyone knows about things. Not everyone has one, but everyone that does has a different word for it. Gifts. Abilities. Talents. Purpose. Superpowers. Quirks. Most things are small, but sometimes, in very rare circumstances, they’re all encompassing and terrifying. There’s a reason Ransom and Holster call them curses.

Give a Little Bit (of Your Time to Me) | Tintinnabulation_of_the_Bells Completed Multi-Chapter, 21k In a world where Adam Birkholtz never went to Samwell, he loses a beer pong bet to Lardo and winds up refereeing a rec hockey game for one freshly broken-hearted Justin Oluransi. For once in his life, Justin is totally out of his league.

Adam Birkholtz's Foolproof Guide to the Perfect Birthday | akadiene One-Shot, 6k On March 28th, 2016, Justin Oluransi, co-captain of the Samwell Men’s Hockey team and love of Holster’s life, is turning 23. It's also the day Holster dies.

Always Halfway to Go | halfabreath Incomplete Multi-Chapter, 33k While at Samwell, Ransom gets a job at the Rec center teaching water aerobics. Generally his class is filled to the brim with old ladies and their husbands, so he’s shocked to arrive at class at the beginning of the semester and find Adam Birkholtz, ex-hockey player, who’s there to supplement his physical therapy with gentle cardio.Things only get more complicated from there.

Detachment Studies | Tiptoe39 Completed Multi-Chapter, 4k A soulmate doesn't always mean a lover. But it does mean an attachment that's hard when it breaks. Luckily, there's the field of detachment studies -- how to mitigate the cognitive damage done when one loses a soulmate. Ransom's going to become a specialist in the field and prove that there's life after detachment. And he's going to practice what he preaches -- by leaving his own soulmate behind.

Salt-Mates | orphan account One-Shot, 4k Losing is dog in the park, Adam Birkholtz is pretty sure he's about to experience his worst day. Until he finds his dog sat quietly with a gorgeous man on a bench, a Harry Potter book in his hand, giving a lecture to the animal about the tragedy that befell Remus Lupin. That's when things get a little bit...strange.

This is Why We’re Medical Proxies | SecretGeniusShittyKnight One-Shot, 4k Holster gets sick. Then he gets a hospital stay. Then he gets high. Then he gets a boyfriend.

pH balance | alcatraz One-Shot, 2k “I can’t believe you have a crush on a white boy who unironically wears cut-off sweatpants,” she says gleefully. “This is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.”

Have We Been Boyfriends This Whole Time? | rhysiana One-Shot, 1k Post-college socializing is harder to organize than Ransom expected. Fortunately, his best bro is there for him. In every way.

Future Perfect | Tintinnabulation_of_the_Bells Completed Multi-Chapter, 14k WANTED: COMMITTED MONOGAMOUS COUPLES Are you and your significant other in a committed, monogamous relationship? Have you been dating for at least six months? Are you living together? If you meet these criteria (and you are at least 18 years old), you may be eligible to participate in a COMPENSATED study (up to $300) on love and decision making. Please call 617-555-7864 or email [email protected]. The moment he sees the sign, Holster knows he's struck gold. The only problem is, he and Ransom aren't technically dating. But who are romance and technicalities to stand in the way of a business scheme that's bound to go according to plan?

Tailspinners | rhysiana One-Shot, 1k In which Holster runs a literacy non-profit, Ransom is a pediatrician new to town, and Bitty is the Youth Services librarian who brings them together.

don we now our fake romances | DizzyRedhead One-Shot, 4k Justin notices that Holster is looking a little run-down. But there's no problem that their awesome broness can't solve. Right?

wanna be your romeo | leetlebird Completed Multi-Chapter, 50k Holster's always said 'fuck the lax bros,' but when he meets Ransom, a new transfer student on the lacrosse team, Holster realizes he wants to be a gentleman and date a lax bro first. (Ransom doesn't think Holster's too bad, either.) As Ransom and Holster navigate their own secret relationship, their teams band together to get Nursey and Dex to stop fighting by any means necessary - even if that means setting them up on a date. (Romeo and Juliet AU + Much Ado about Nothing AU. Dramatic misunderstandings can only be solved with One Direction, secret make-out sessions, snickerdoodles, Jerry's dates, and - finally - some communication.)

Literary Inspirations | Tintinnabulation_of_the_Bells Multi-Part Series, 15k The possibilities of life are infinite, but time is not. Certain things, like college years, like hockey careers, like the time for your best friend to fall in love with you, have expiration dates. Justin's just afraid he's missed his chance.

the masculinisation and romanticisation of art criticism through the framework of sports-related injuries (or, gross and beautiful) | heyfightme One-Shot, 2k ransom is a gross pre-med hockey boy. holster indulges him. art is created.

The One with All the Kissing | halfabreath One-Shot, 2k In which Holster messes up, gets way more action than he anticipates, and really is Chandler.

The New Ref | rhysiana One-Shot, 1k Ransom is the on-call emergency dentist at the Falconers' games. Holster is the new ref. Lardo and Shitty are matchmaking busybodies.

The World Still Spins | lecrivaineanonyme One-Shot, 5k Justin had first learned about the theory of paradigm shifts back in junior year during his class on the history and philosophy of science. It was just another definition for one of the short answers in the midterm exam: a fundamental change in the basic concepts of and experimental practices within a given scientific discipline. It was a benign factoid to be stored away, something to be revisited in a later essay: compare and contrast the views of Thomas Kuhn and Karl Popper on the scientific process. He hadn’t understood just how jarring such a fundamental shift could be until he broke up with Adam. (Happy ending!)

Homecoming | Tintinnabulation_of_the_Bells One-Shot, 10k Each December, Justin brings Holster home for Christmas. Each time, it means something new.

Division One Defense Duo To Reunite Saturday | the ghostofjamespotter One-Shot, 1k Flyers Defenseman Justin Oluransi will play against Adam Birkholtz of the Pittsburgh Penguins, for the first time since the two were college D-partners.

Bittle Birkholtz Brousins | halfabreath Multi-Part Series, 19k When Eric Bittle is 8 years old his Aunt Judy marries a Northeasterner named Jacob Birkholtz and suddenly he’s not the weirdest cousin anymore, it’s this gangly 12 year old named Adam who Did Not Want to move to Georgia and now they’re stuck in the same town together.

Bull City Blues | rhysiana Incomplete Multi-Chapter, 11k In which Ransom chooses Duke for medical school, the boys move to Durham, and Holster has to figure out what to do with his life.

One Dance | palateens Complete Multi-Chapter, 7k If he remembers any part of them making out and promptly passing out on the couch the next morning, he doesn’t mention it. Justin would rather avoid making things weird with his best friend while he’s still searching for his soulmate. She’s out there somewhere, and she’s everything he’s ever dreamed of.

The Final Rose | Tintinnabulation_of_the_Bells Incomplete Multi-Chapter, 7k Justin Oluransi quits his job and goes on the reality dating TV show The Bachelor looking to find love. It should be simple, but what he finds is nothing he (or Bachelor host Adam Birkholtz) could ever have imagined of in their wildest dreams.

#holsom #holsom fanfic #omgcp fanfic #fanfic #omgcp #omg check please #check please

[eternalsterekrecs]

any new sterek highschool au?

Well, our absolute favs are under our High School AU tag but, because we don’t want you to lack anything, here is a rec of doom (there’s more than 30 fics here) with all the other fics I’ve read in the last few months/years! - C

HIGH SCHOOL AU

Just Pretend by dragon_temeraire

Stiles tells his dad he has a boyfriend. The problem is, he doesn’t actually have one.

Something New Is Going to Happen by dragon_temeraire

Stiles accidentally discovers that their school mascot is super cute.

All the broken hearts in the world still beat by dragon_temeraire

Stiles totally needs to make Lydia Martin jealous. Yeah. And his best chance is to convince star lacrosse player Derek Hale to (fake) date him.

Smile On The Sidelines by clotpolesonly

Derek was not pining.

Not to say that he didn’t miss Stiles, didn’t want to be with him at that moment (or literally any moment, to be quite honest), but he wasn’t one of those obnoxious clingy people who lost track of the world as soon his boyfriend was out of his sight.

It was just a basketball game anyway.

“Five Days in Detention” (A Future Song by Stiles Stilinski) by alisvolatpropiis

It’s still preseason, sure, but he needs to be practicing. He led the team to the State semifinals last year, and he’s determined to not only make it to the finals this year, but to win the title. He should be on the field right now, practicing his play calls and prepping for next week’s season opener against Saint Pius.

And he can’t do that if he’s wasting his time in detention with these losers. There are a couple of burnouts lazing over some seats by the window, one kid with his face on a desk, hood over his head, and a few Goth kids are sitting in the back corner, looking surly and morose. Maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable if you didn’t listen to such shitty music, he thinks, turning towards his usual seat in the back of the room.

He pauses for the briefest of moments when he sees who’s already sitting there, in the second-to-last row, black-clad limbs spread out, acoustic guitar in his lap, long fingers casually plucking at the strings.

Stiles Stilinski.

How to Woo Your Local Omega by alocalband

Stiles knows a pity gift when he sees one. Mostly because that’s all he’s ever gotten from anyone since the moment he hit puberty.

Five Times Derek Literally Falls for Stiles (and One Time… They Both Fall) by myhomeboy_stilinski

Five times Derek is a failwolf and literally falls for Stiles Stilinski.And one time they fall together.

Warning: A little bit cracky and contains meddling.

Try Again by dragon_temeraire

Derek has to egg a house to be part of the popular group. Too bad the house ends up being the Sheriff’s.

Sleeping Next To You Is Like Magic by LadyDrace

Stiles and Derek meet the summer before senior year. Stiles can’t sleep, Derek helps with that, and there’s a lot less cuddling and a lot more emotional crises than you’d think.

Or:

Stiles’ feelings happen so much, and learning how to deal with them takes him a little while. Good thing Derek is happy to wait.

Shut Up And Dance With Me by maiNuoire

Stiles has been in love with Derek forever. Senior Prom feels like his last chance to do something about it, but he’s a bundle of nerves. And then, inspiration strikes.

made from the heart by bleep0bleep

Derek has been crushing on Stiles for awhile, and thinks maybe this Christmas season he’ll tell him how he feels. He’s got a great present too, except when Stiles gives him a thoughtful handmade present, Derek is pretty much screwed.

~

Stiles smiles at Derek. “It was just a nice thought, you know? I just think gifts that people take their time to make are just so sweet.”“Handmade,” Derek says faintly.

Like James Dean, Only Sadder by 42hrb

The star of the Beacon Hills High School baseball team and Beacon Hills resident bad boy probably have nothing in common, right?

atom to atom by jadore_hale

“So, you’re telling me that you hate Derek so much that you wouldn’t leap at the chance to jump his bones?”

“That’s different!” Stiles cried.

“How exactly?”

“Because unfortunately for me, Derek’s hotter than the Earth’s mantle. All we need is one rough hate-fuck— Preferably in the chem lab, role-playing sexy chemist while he bends me over one of the tables—and I’ll get him out of my system. That’s as far as our relationship will ever go.”

Stiles glanced across the cafeteria to where Derek was still fail-eating his lunch and sighed so put out.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go make fun of Derek eating organic baby carrots.”

don’t go breakin’ my heart [i couldn’t if i tried] by crossroadswrite

Contrary to popular belief, Derek Hale – co-captain of the basketball team and AP student who volunteers in the library – isn’t actually as smooth as people might think.

In a Straight Line Down by standinginanicedress

“So you want to go to Prom with me just so you can get a plastic crown and a fifty dollar gift card to Outback Steakhouse.”

Stiles sets his jaw. He wants to go to prom with Derek because he wants to go to prom with Derek. But, of course, he’s stubborn and prideful and can’t admit to Derek how it’s barely been twelve hours since they officially broke up and he’s already barely handling it as it is, so he just raises his chin in the air and says, “yes.”

we should just kiss (like real people do) by i_am_girlfriday

Stiles is the social zero of the sophomore class. Derek is the much cooler junior who befriends Stiles anyway.

Shut Me Down by lazykisses

Even when Derek’s an asshole, which is 75% of the time (90% on a rainy day), with his deadpan humor and cocky eyebrows and his annoyingly vague text messages (like that one time Stiles asked him if he’d studied for Chemistry and Derek replied with “hn”. What the hell does ‘hn’ even mean?), Stiles doesn’t mind. And that kinda scares him.

It’s Too Early For This by thepsychicclam

Derek loves his job at the coffee shop, especially because Stiles comes in for coffee before early Saturday morning lacrosse practices. The problem is that Derek is too shy to do anything about his crush, and the situation is not helped by the rivalry between the basketball and lacrosse teams.

Hotsky to Trotsky by paintedrecs

Derek had his future mapped out: there’d be graduation, followed by college, followed by (he hoped) a good grad school, then a career as a professor whose students didn’t spend their time flicking paper footballs at each other and obsessing over their dating lives. He had good friends, a good family, and no time to focus on distractions like high school gossip or relationships.

He hadn’t factored Stiles Stilinski - lacrosse player, class clown, part of the popular crowd, currently spending his entire day staring at Derek and smiling - into his plans.

more by bibliosexual

It starts when Derek is sitting in study hall and the guy ahead of him–-Stiles something, the Polish kid with all the moles–-mutters, “Ugh, what’s sixty percent of fifty-five?”

“Thirty-three,” Derek says without having to think about it. He’s always been good at math.

“Oh, thanks, dude,” Stiles says. “I forgot my calculator, and Mr. Harris is a dick who won’t let me go get it.”

“No problem,” Derek says.

He assumes that’s it, that’s the end of the conversation, but Stiles catches up to him in the hall after class, scuffs his sneaker against the floor and says, “Hey, so, you’re really good at math. Like, you solved that in your head, right? No calculator?“

"Yeah,” Derek says, and Stiles bites his lip, asks, “Do you maybe wanna study with me later, in the library?”

Derek does.

i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me) by bleep0bleep

Derek gets in an accident and loses a few years of his memory; suddenly everything is different— he’s not a freshman loser anymore, but a popular senior, captain of the basketball team, a shoo-in for prom king, too, and he should have everything he’s ever wanted— except he doesn’t seem to be friends with Stiles anymore.

Bro-lentine’s Day by WhoNatural

It’s actually pretty cool that Derek came back to school after a summer eating spinach and lifting small trains or whatever to become a guardian angel to the easy targets of BHHS.

Don’t Judge a Derek By His Cover by captaintinymite

Stiles doesn’t care about the rumors surrounding Beacon Hills High School’s resident bad boy, Derek Hale. In fact, he thinks the rumors are total crap. Of course, being secretly in love with someone has a way of clouding one’s judgment.

However, he knew for a fact that Derek liked books. So when the two paired up for a final English project, he was excited (but also a little terrified).

But you know what they say…never judge a book by its cover. The same goes for people.

Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon by secondstar

Being a teenager sucks. Being a werewolf teenager sucks even more. With a life full of holding back who he really is, not having any privacy whatsoever, and the seemingly sudden appearance of one Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale’s life just got a whole lot harder.

(I Hate to Be) The One to Ruin the Night by wishingonalightningbolt

High school senior Derek Hale only has one goal for the rest of his time left at BHHS: avoid Stiles Stilinski. He’s wreaked enough havoc as it is, having spent all summer breaking Derek’s heart. Everything would be better for both of them if they just never saw each other again.

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Derek doesn’t plan on ever getting mixed up with Scott McCall and his little gang of idiot friends. In fact, if he knew to avoid it, he would, but he guesses he just isn’t smart enough. Unfortunate, considering the consequences.

John Hughes Did Not Direct My Life by nascentgalaxies

Stiles and Derek are childhood friends who drifted apart. When Stiles joins the lacrosse team against his will, the universe (with a little help from Laura and Lydia) chooses to push them back together.

But Then What... by Stoney

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him.

Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

I know you love and hate me too by trilliastra

“Right.” Derek coughs and Stiles knows he realized his mistake. Good – he thinks, maybe next time he'll learn not to make Stiles fall in love with him. “Hum – we are almost finishing here, John.”

“I'll be in my bedroom.” Stiles says. “And his first name is Sheriff!”

Fucking Derek Hale.

Wait For It by otatop

Funny, how you can exist adjacent to someone through elementary, middle, and high school and not really know them. Funny, how Stiles had always had some strange crush on Derek without actually being his friend.

It’s like he’s all that by MemeKon

Stiles is different. Stiles is not nice under any definition of the word, he’s such an asshole. Sure, he’s a good guy deep down, he punched Jackson square in the jaw when he mocked the McCall kid for an asthma attack that one time, and Derek knows he helped Erica Reyes get that video of her seizure taken down, but he’s so—

"Fuck off, Derek." Stiles tells him without sparing him a glance when Derek sits next to him on chemistry. "I’m not up to play She’s All That with you, dude."

-yeah.

(School crushes are so complicated.)

The Scheming Rhymes of Romance by sofonisba_found

Stiles currently was, and had been, Derek's poetic muse for years. Not that Stiles was really all that aware of that fact.

But when Stiles does find out about it their senior year of high school, he's pretty okay with it.

Alright, so he is definitely a lot more than okay with it.

A story in which Derek writes copious amounts of poetry, Stiles is very appreciative of said poetry as well as Derek's smile, and all of their friends are oddly and extremely invested in seeing these two get their act together.

Easy Alpha by interropunct

Easy A/Teen Wolf AU. Wherein, Derek Hale is the high school hussy, Jackson and Scott really need to learn to use their inside voices. And, contrary to popular belief, everyone is still a virgin.

#sterek #eternalsterek #haleinski #fic rec #au #high school au #asks #anonymous

[cynicallystiles]

Female

Disclaimer: Gif originally posted by me.

Author: @cynicallystiles

Prompt/Request: @is-a-prompt : “I’m not like other boys.” “Why’s that?” “I’m female.”

Warning: Swearing, that’s about it.

Pairing: Stiles x Reader, Lydia x Reader

Notes: This is kind of like my Tumblr writing debut, sooo I hope you guys like it? Also, this is probably really long and will have a part two. Oh and I hope this can count as a contribution to lacrosse week! P.S. Shoutout to @sarcasticallystilinski for helping me get started with writing it and helping me get this together by proofreading and helping me position the gif because I honestly had no idea how to do that! Thanks so much!

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Lacrosse.

There is nothing I have ever wanted more than to play it just like all the guys get to. As a child, my parents tried to get me into more “lady-like” activities. But, there was nothing they could’ve done to keep me from getting down and dirty in sports. When I was in middle school, I started teaching myself how to play it because no boy would ever help me.  After enough hard work and dedication, I finally got the school to let me try out for the boys’ lacrosse team. (By hard work and dedication, I mean my parents threatening to sue the school for discrimination because of my gender. They argued that if they weren’t gonna have a female lacrosse team, then they have to let me try out for the male one.) So, I finally got to try out! The coach had to admit that I was better than some of the boys he already had, which means they let me on the team. I was so ecstatic! I was finally gonna get to play lacrosse with the boys!

Wrong.

So many of the boys complained that I was getting too much attention in practice and that it wasn’t fair I got the ball more than them. So, coach benched me. I was lucky if I got to play 30 seconds of a game before they switched me out for a boy. Eventually, they just stopped putting me in. I was named an alternate. Which basically means unless someone got hurt real bad, I was never gonna get on that field. I was in high school at the time this happened. I ran home that day and fumed to my mom that it wasn’t fair and that I deserved to be on there more than half of them.

“Oh, Y/N, honey.” My mom cooed at me after I was done fuming and on the verge of tears. “We can go back to the school-” She began.

I cut her off, knowing where she was going with that sentence, “No! I’m embarrassed enough that the only reason I’m on the team is so you don’t sue the school. I don’t need a repeat of it.” I mumbled the last part as a tear escaped against my will.

She furrowed her brows as she tried to think of how she could make the situation better without embarrassing me more. Just then, my dad burst through the front door. “I HAVE GREAT NE-” He stopped and looked at the situation he walked into. Mom holding me on the couch, gently combing my hair while I leaned into her with my puffy eyes from holding in tears. His eyes connected with my mother’s and she just raised her eyebrows and softly nodded to the space on the other side of me.

After setting down his work things, and locking the door, he made his way over to the couch. When he sat down, mom gently rolled me over into him so that we were all in a comfortable hug position. I started crying. Dad was the one that finally convinced mom to let me do sports. She was afraid I would get hurt, but dad always wanted me to do what I loved. Now I can’t because this school is stupid.

Mom explained everything I had told her as I cried into my dad’s nice, work shirt. Once she was done, my dad’s eyes lit up as if he already had an answer. He gently leaned back and lifted my head up so that he could look at me when he gave me the news. “The great news I was talking about when I first came home is a job offer about a town over. It pays more than I’m making now and it’s a beautiful town.” He looks over me and at my mom. She’s smiling softly because she knows that this couldn’t have come at a better time.

“Now, I haven’t accepted it yet. I told them I had to talk to both of you first. But, Y/N, I checked out the school. They have an amazing lacrosse team. They allow girls on the team. They actually have had a few. But, I’ve shown him some videos of you practicing and he said you could really help the team there.”

My eyes widened as he told me all this information. I quickly looked at mom and she nodded, letting me know she would do whatever it took for me to be happy. Apprehensively, I gave my answer, “I want to join that team, dad. But, I want the team to know that I’m on their level. Like, without them knowing I’m a girl.” I didn’t know if it made sense to them, but by the looks they were exchanging, I could tell they were on board.

“When I bring in your papers for transferring, I’ll stop by the coach’s office and let him know about your condition. Okay, sweety? By what your father said about him, I’m sure he would agree to anything to have you on that team.” My mother said to me.

I suddenly got up from the couch, beaming at my two wonderful parents. “Well, what are you waiting for?! We have a house to pack and move RIGHT NOW!!” I was so excited, I couldn’t help but squeal while I started jumping around.

My parents got up and stood around me. “Well, what are we waiting for?” My mother asked. My dad finished her thought loudly before joining me in jumping to celebrate, “WE’RE MOVING TO BEACON HILLS!”

Two weeks later.

“DONE!” I shouted as I bounded into the living room with the last empty box from my room. “Can we please go meet with the coach now?” My parents had promised me that once I unpacked my whole room, they would take me to talk about how my situation would work with the whole “not letting the team know I’m a girl” thing.

My parents looked around the living room and with the nod of their heads decided we were finally done unpacking. “Okay, Y/N, go get your things and we will leave in half an hour.” My dad said with a grin. I clapped my hands together excitedly and ran to get ready.

By get ready, my dad meant go put on some less girly clothes, so that we could meet with the coach without anyone knowing that a girl was joining the team and after the meeting, I was supposed to join my first practice, which meant getting my duffle bag with my gear. Now, this is not a “She’s The Man” situation. I was not going to wear a wig or have fake eyebrows and what not. That’s what we were meeting with the coach to talk about. I picked out some baggy clothes that would help pass me as a guy if I threw the hood up over my hair. I kissed my dog goodbye, who was sleeping on my bed. He lifted his head up slightly and I whispered, “Wish me luck!” He wagged his tail in response.

After about a 10-minute ride, we were parked in front of the high school. It was after school on a Wednesday, so the only cars left belonged to teachers and kids in sports. My first official day wasn’t until Thursday, but coach wanted me at a practice before I started. I checked the mirror to make sure no hair was sticking out of my beanie and flipped the hood up over it. It wasn’t hard to look like a guy dressed like this. Without the hair framing my face, my features seem pretty plain and I barely ever pluck my eyebrows, so they wouldn’t give me away.  I was plain enough to look like a boy if I wanted.

I walk to the lacrosse field in between my parents. “Wait here while we go grab the coach for your meeting.” My mom says, squeezing my shoulder.

“Okay.” I smile back at her. I decide to take a seat on the bleachers to not draw attention to myself. I watch the players run drills, shoot goals and practice guarding. They are really good. I start to second-guess myself as if maybe I’m not actually good enough to be on this team. I lean forward with my elbows on my knees as I watch them practice. I notice that there aren’t any girls like my dad said there were. I’m pulled out of my daze by yelling.

“MCCALL! YOU’RE IN CHARGE OF RUNNING DRILLS UNTIL I GET BACK!” I gather it’s the coach yelling at who I think is the team captain. A dark-haired boy slightly jogs towards the coach, and as he gets closer I can see he has dark brown eyes that match his hair. If you look as closely as I am looking, you’d be able to tell that his jaw is slightly uneven.

“Where are you going, coach?” The boy, McCall, asks as he slightly glances at my parents next to the coach and me in the bleachers. I turn my head so that he can’t look at me closely, and I hear the coach answer.

“I have a meeting with these nice people whose child wants to join the team.” He says kind of sarcastically. “Now, if you’re done sticking your nose in my business, please get out there, AND RUN THE DRILLS!” I jump a little at how he suddenly yelled at the poor kid. He seemed nice. I turn my head back towards the situation as the boy was about to leave. He looks up at me in the bleachers and gives a half smile as he waved and I gave him a small wave back. He turns and runs back onto the field towards a tallish, lean boy with brown hair. “This way.” The coach says, gesturing towards the way to his office.

~Stiles’ POV~

I pick myself up from my position of catching my breath as Scott runs back over to me. I watched the whole exchange, and it seemed weird. Like, that kid on the bleachers looks sketchy. “Hey, Scotty, who is that?” I say and I nod my head in the direction of the boy on the bleachers.

He glances back for a second and when his attention returns to me, he shrugs. “I dunno, dude. Some kid who wants to join the lacrosse team. He seems alright.”

“You didn’t even speak to him. He didn’t even speak to you. Why does he have his parents with him? He doesn’t know how to join a team by himself?” I ramble on, uncertain of what the situation is.

Scott puts a hand on my shoulder as I continue to stare down the new kid who threatens my spot on the team. “Bro, you need to chill. I can smell the anxiety coming off of you. I don’t think that kid is here for your spot. And maybe his parents are with him to talk about his medical conditions or something.” Oh, Scott, always the optimist, I think to myself.

I’m skeptical, but I decide to try to give it a chance. “Yeah, you’re right, man. That kid is so scrawny, he’s got to have medical problems.” I laugh and nudge Scott’s arm, but he just rolls his eyes at me.

“Dude, you’re almost just as scrawny as him,” Scott says as he pats me on the shoulder. I shake his hand off of me and shoot him an offended look.

“Shut up.” Is all I could come up with and I smirked a bit as I watched the boy stand up, grab his duffle bag and follow his parents and coach back to the locker rooms. Just before the kid goes out of sight, he turns his head back to scan the field and makes eye contact with me. A heat rises up my neck as I turn my head away, embarrassed he caught me staring at him. That kid is trouble and I know it.

~Y/N’s POV~

The boy that McCall ran back to turns his amber eyes away as I catch him looking at me. I gotta say, he’s pretty cute with all the dark moles he has scattered from his neck to his cheek. But, I can’t let myself get caught up in that. I’m here for lacrosse. And having a crush on one of my teammates could ruin that. Once we get to coach’s office, he sits down at his desk and my parents and I sit across from him.

Before he can speak, I ask the question that’s been weighing on my mind. “What happened to the girls that were on the team?” I cross my arms, skeptical that this isn’t just another school like my last one.

The coach thinks for a moment before answering, “Most of them just quit because of all the accidents that have happened during games this past year. The only girl left, Yukimura, suddenly had to move away and I don’t quite know why.” He half laughed and scratched his chin.

“Oh,” I say, disappointed that I won’t get to see how the team works with girls before revealing myself eventually.

Coach continues on with what the meeting is about. “Y/N, I’ve got to say that I’ve never had a request quite like yours.” He says raising his eyebrows because my condition for joining the team is crazy. Before I can interrupt with a defense he continues, “I understand why you requested it though. And because I can tell that you will be an amazing player with the proper training that the other school didn’t give you, I’ll let you have your request.”

I smile brightly and look at my parents next to me who are smiling just as big. “Thanks so-” I’m about to thank him excitedly when he cuts me off.

“I have a few conditions of my own.” He says seriously. I form my mouth into a straight line and nod for him to continue. “Now because you are getting this ‘special’ arrangement, you will not get special treatment anywhere else. In fact, it will be exactly the opposite.” He looks both my parents and me in the eyes briefly before continuing. “You will be early to every practice. Not only because you have to be changed before the boys arrive, obviously, but because you will not be allowed to slack like these boys. Even though I really don’t allow them to either. Also, you will be the last to practice. You will practice until the boys are done showering and then you can go in and shower and leave. The boys will not know you’re a girl, so they won’t go easy on you and you may get hurt more than the boys. Do you understand these conditions?” He asks as he leans back in his chair.

I nod quickly, the smile returning to my face. “I completely understand. I would expect nothing less than working hard. But, I will be dressed as myself during school hours. So, in order to be early for practice, you’re gonna have to let me leave class early to change on practice days since I have Economics the last hour of the day.” I say to him and he nods, agreeing. I continue with the other term that we were to talk about. “Also, I always have to wear my helmet. Even when others aren’t. Because I am not cutting my hair and the helmet will make it harder to tell I’m a girl. Another thing, please remember to only use my last name during practice and my first name in class.” Coach also nods to this. I reach my hand across the desk and wait for him to shake it.

He leans forward and shakes my hand firmly. “Congratulations, Y/L/N. You’re now part of the Beacon Hills Cyclones. Now there’s about an hour left of practice so hurry and change so you can get acquainted with the team.”

The Locker Room

After finalizing the terms of me being on the team, I rush to the locker room to change into my new lacrosse gear. Before throwing on my undershirt, I take the ACE wrap out of my bag and use it to compress what little breasts I have left after my sports bra is on. I have to be prepared in case we need to take off our gear. I finish getting my gear on and make sure my hair is tucked up in my bandana properly. I pull my helmet on over my head and look at myself in the mirror. “You’re just one of the boys.” I give myself a pep talk and make my way to the field.

Practice

As I emerge from the building and slowly make my way out to the field, players begin to notice and stop what they’re doing. Until eventually, all of them are looking at me, which causes Coachoach to turn around and look at me. He whips back around and violently blows his whistle. “ALRIGHT, HUDDLE UP, YA BUNCH OF LOSERS!” I silently laugh as I walk up to Coach and stand, waiting for instructions. After a minute or so, all of the players are in a half circle around Coach. I feel all eyes on me as I stand there with my helmet on, being significantly smaller than most of the boys, but just barely smaller than the boy who was staring at me earlier.

“So, I take it he’s on the team?” McCall asked with a gentle tone and a smile in my direction. I look down not wanting anyone to look too long or hard at my features. I’m glad that the captain is nice though. I smile to myself at hearing him say “he” in reference to me. This might be easy. I look back up at him and is eyebrows furrow for just a second, but his smile remains.

“Thanks for the segway, McCall. Alright, team! Listen up! This is Y/L/N. He just transferred here, and he will be on the team from now on. I expect cooperation. And just overall don’t be dicks too much.” I snort as he said that and quickly cover my mouth when a few players look in my direction. Mainly, the boy with the amber eyes. He looks as if he is trying to figure something out with the way his arms are crossed and his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes searching my face.

I look at Coach, waiting for what coach wants next. “Y/L/N, would you like to introduce yourself to the team?” I nod and step forward a bit.

My voice isn’t that high so I only have to lower it a little bit before I speak. “I’m Y/L/N. I moved from one town over.  I’m a junior. Aand I’m mainly here just to teach you ladies some things about lacrosse.” I smirk, suddenly confident in my lacrosse abilities. A few of the boys “ooo” at my remark and others just stare. Mainly, the amber-eyed boy whose lips hint at a smile as if he didn’t expect that to come from me. The McCall boy steps forward and shoots his hand out towards me.

“I’m Scott McCall. I’m the captain of this team and we are glad to have you here.” I reach my hand out and shake his firmly. He seems nice. But, I’m not here for nice.

I quickly reply, “I don’t think you’ll feel that way when I take that title from you.” I smirk again, finally relaxing now that I’m in the atmosphere of the team.

He feigns a hurt expression and turns to his friend, “Stiles, I think the new kid is not only gunning for my title as captain but also your title as the most sarcastic team member.” Stiles suddenly turns to me, eyes wide.

“I’d like to see him try!” He laughs. He sticks his hand out and I take it firmly and shake. Certainly not missing the fact that my heart rate rose a bit at how soft his hands were. He tilts his head a bit and furrows his eyebrows again before retracting his hand. “I’m Stilinski, most call me Stiles.”

“Well, Stiles..” I say slowly, “I’m not gonna have to try that hard.” I laugh a bit at the expression he made. Like he’d just met his match.

“Alright, boys! Enough with the pleasantries. Line up and get ready for shooting. Greenberg! You’re goalie! Stilinksi! You’re blocking!” Coach finishes his instructions and blows his whistle.

“B-but, coach. I never block!” Stiles objects.

Coach gets right up in his mole speckled face.

“WELL, YOU ARE NOW!” He puts the whistle up to his lips and continues to blow while Stiles makes a face like he’s gone deaf. He keeps trying to talk but coach just continues to blow the whistle every time he tries to speak. Stiles closes his mouth and nods his head before turning around and taking his spot on the field. Coach then turns to me, “You ready for this Y/L/N?”

I adjust my helmet, put my gloves on and grab my stick. “I’ve been ready my whole life.” And with a determined look on my face, I take my place somewhere in the middle of the line. I wind up behind Scott and he turns to talk to me while we wait for our turns.

“You must be pretty good, from the way coach talks about you. I think Stiles is a little jealous.” He chuckles a bit and looks back just as some kid knocks over Stiles and makes the shot.

I cringe a bit as he stands up and coughs. But, nonetheless, he takes his stance and gets ready to block again. “Yeah. I-I mean I guess I am. I never actually got to play at my old school because they were sexist pigs.” Scott looks at me quizzically and I realize what I just said. “I-I mean I benched myself because they were sexist,” I say trying to save the situation.

“Oh, what do you mean?” Scott asks as the line moves forward slightly.

My hands sweat inside my gloves and I tighten my grip on my stick. “Um, I uh. They were pretty sexist towards the o-only girl on the team, so when they b-benched her I sat with her so she wouldn’t be alone.” I managed to stutter out.

Scott seems to be thinking about my answer as we move forward some more. Only 3 people from Scott’s turn to shoot. He suddenly breaks out into a grin and claps me on my shoulder pads, “Man, that’s so nice. You seem pretty cool. You should eat lunch with me and Stiles and some of our friends.”

I think about how I’ll look like myself during school hours. “Uh, yeah, maybe,” I say trying to be nice about how that wouldn’t be happening.

Suddenly, it’s Scott’s turn to shoot. He flashes a smile and turns around. He takes off full-speed at his friend and right before contact, he leans down and Stiles flips over his shoulder and lands on his back.

It looked like it hurt so much that I ran up and knelt down beside him. He had his eyes scrunched closed and didn’t notice me come up to him. “Hey, dude are you okay??” I ask, kind of checking to see if anything on him was broken. His eyes fly open and he makes eye contact with me.

“Yeah, I’m fine, dude. Why do you care?” He says with a trace of anger in his voice. My breath hitches as I didn’t expect him to be mean when I was only trying to help. I stand up and step back as he begins to pick himself up off the ground. Scott returns to where we were at and begins to help him up.

He seems to have heard our exchange somehow because he addresses Stiles. “Bro, he was just trying to help.” He says gently, as Stiles is finally standing all the way up.

He dusts himself off and replies sharply, “Yeah, well maybe I don’t want his help!” I notice as he cringes a bit at the roughness of his voice.

Scott tries to talk to him. “Stiles, that’s not cool.  He didn’t do anything-”

I hold my hand up to signal him to not continue. He looks at me as I interrupt his sentence, but I make stern eye contact with Stiles as I speak. “No, Scott, it’s fine. I’m not here for friends anyway. I’m here for lacrosse. Thanks for reminding me of that, Stiles.” I turn on my cleated heel on the last word and walk back to my position in line with my shoulders back. There’s no reason for me to be hurt. I’m here to one-up these guys. I get in my headspace, before looking to coach for the go-ahead.

He blows his whistle and I take off towards Stiles, who didn’t take long to get ready. Everything goes slow motion as I close the gap between us and he widens his stance to brace for impact. Just as he’s about to crash into my I spin backward on my right foot and step to his left. He trips forward as he didn’t expect me to spin around him, and I take a few more steps before winding my stick back. I swing it forward and the ball goes right past the goalie. I jump once and shoot my fist into the air for victory. The rest of the team claps some and Stiles whirls around to face me.

I smirk as I wait for his response to my epic score. But, he just huffs and turns back to face the rest of the line. I walk to the back of the line and stand next to Scott. I cross my arms as I wait for practice to be over. Eventually, we go through the rest of the line and coach blows his whistle to declare practice over. The rest of the team heads towards the locker room, and I stay behind to continue practicing until they all leave.

I roll the lacrosse ball around with my stick and scoop it up into the net. I charge forward and swing the stick as hard as I can towards the net. I watch and it sails into the goal. I continue to do this for a little bit. “You don’t have to keep practicing. You’re already a great player.”

I whirl around, startled at the sudden voice. “How long have you been standing there?” I say as I look at the familiar boy and a blush creeps up my neck. I’m really glad I’m wearing all this gear, and he can’t tell.

He shrugs, sticking his hands in the pockets of his shorts. “Not long. Long enough to see that you don’t ever stop practicing.” I scrunch my eyebrows and I look up at the amber-eyed boy.

“What do you mean?” I ask confused. I’ve only been out here for less than 15 minutes. That’s when I notice his slightly damp hair lying flat against his forehead. Damn, he’s cute. I sigh a little and he scrunched his features, snapping me out of my daze.

He clears his throats and continues, “Dude, everyone has already gone home. You’ve been out here an hour.” My mouth drops open as I realize that I’ve been out here longer than I thought. He laughs when he realizes I lost track of time. “You should probably go shower, man.”

“Are you sure everyone is gone? I have this deal with Coach, where I have to practice until everyone has gone home.” I kick the grass with my cleat and try not to sound too weird.

He furrows his eyebrows as he glances back at the building. “Uh…yeah.” He turns back towards me. “I was the last one. I always shower last because I’m the scrawniest.” He chuckles and tries to catch my eyes.

I finally look him in his gorgeous eyes. “Yeah, I doubt that,” I mumble. He still heard me though. And my eyes widen as I realize I probably sound like I’m gay. He thinks I’m a boy, and I keep saying inappropriate things. Before he can say anything, I quickly lower my voice a bit more and continue. “I just meant that some of the other played loom pretty scrawny. And, uh, I’m on the team now. So, you’re definitely not the smallest.” I laugh and punch him in the arm.

He rubs where I hit and looks me over weirdly. “Yeah, I guess that is true. Listen, I gotta get going, but I’ll see you in school tomorrow.” I nod and wave goodbye. Yeah. He actually won’t know he’ll be seeing me tomorrow.

First Day of School

I enter the high school in my nicest flannel dress and boots. My curled hair falls over my shoulders and bounces as I make my way to my locker. I’m wearing minimal makeup. Enough to look girly, but little enough that it’s easy to take off before practice. I twist the combo in my locker and grab my first-period books. I enter the AP Bio room and look for an empty seat. I frown a bit as the class seems pretty full until a cute redhead notices my dilemma and moves her bag for me to sit down. I smile and make my way over to her.

As I sit down she speaks to me. “Oh my god, I love your outfit. Super freaking cute. You look like the female version of my friend in that outfit. I’m Lydia by the way.” She shoots her hand in front of me and I take it.

“I’m Y/N. And thanks. I think?” I giggle a bit and open my textbook. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her wave at someone walking in. I flip my hair out of my face as I look up towards the doorway. My eyes widen as two boys walk in. They wave back at Lydia and begin to walk towards us. They both take note of me sitting there and quirk their heads at her. Lydia turns around as they take a seat behind us.

She politely begins introductions. “Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N this is-” Without looking back I cut her off in a blank tone.

“Scott and Stiles. Yeah, I know.” Once again, my eyes widen as I realize that I sound like a stalker. I turn around to face the boys when I continue. “You guys are on the lacrosse team, right?” I say nonchalantly. They both nod. “Yeah, I thought so. I love lacrosse.”

Lydia seems excited and she suddenly turns to me. “Oh my gosh, if you do, then you absolutely have to come watch the practice with me. I do it all the time. And yesterday,” she grins widely before continuing, “a new player joined the team. Didn’t he, guys?” She says turning to the boys.

“Uh, yeah, yeah. He’s really good, I’m sure we’ll see him around today.” Scott smiles at me as I shift nervously in my seat.

“I hope not.” Stiles deadpans as the rest of us look at him. “I just mean, he seems really weird. And I think he’s kind of gay.” I begin to blush as I realize he noticed my accidental flirting yesterday.

“Nuh huh. No way that boy is gay. I saw the way he moved on the field. You can’t move like that and be gay. He’s totally hot.” Lydia rambles, slightly daydreaming. I stifle a laugh.

“Lyds, the dude never took his helmet off. How would you know if he’s hot??” Stiles questions her.

“Because I can tell. And I’ll prove it.” She says triumphantly.

I clear my throat to interrupt their bickering. “I would love to watch practice with you, but I have a previous engagement,” I say trying not to seem suspicious.

Lydia seems deflated at my answer. “Oh, boo. Well, then you have to have lunch with us. Ooo, and let me see your schedule.” I hand over my schedule and she scans it. “Okay, so at least one or more of us three are in each of your classes, so you are definitely part of our group now.” She says chipperly.

I glance at her and the boys, who have been staring at us since I interrupted them. “Um, okay. Thanks.” I give a small smile and turn to the front of the class as the teacher begins the lesson.

The rest of the day goes by quickly, especially with having someone to talk to in each class. In every class Stiles was in though, I could not concentrate. It just felt like he was looking at me the whole time. And I mean every time I glanced over at him, he was already looking at me. And every time he looks away like he wasn’t doing it. It’s the last class of the day and there are about 10 minutes left. Coach glances at me in the back of the class and nods towards the door. I quietly put my things away and try to exit the class without drawing attention to me. I almost make it out the door until I accidentally made eye contact with Stiles. He looks suspicious, but there is nothing that I can do now so I continue to the locker room.

“Hey, you’re here early.” A voice startles me in the locker room. Luckily, I’m already in full gear. I turn around and am faced with a mole speckled boy.

“Uh, yeah. I actually have to get out on the field.” I begin to walk towards the door and I’m stopped by a hand on my shoulder. I turn around again.

“You don’t have to be out there before everyone else. Like, it’s only your second day, you’re gonna burn out.” He says. And I realize he’s trying to be nice.

I chuckle a little and I inform him of my situation. “Actually, I do. That’s the deal coach and I have. I’m out there before everyone, and I’m out there after everyone leaves.” I say bluntly. He looks like he wants to ask a question, but doesn’t notice that he’s still got his hand on my shoulder. “Uh, dude,” I say and glance from him to my hand.

He quickly retracts his hand from my shoulder and sticks it in his pocket. “Well, uh, good luck with all that.” He says and turns to walk to his locker, just as the rest of the guys start to show up. I wave as I leave the locker room with all of my gear on.

I exit the building and make my way to the field. Just as I’m about to come out in front of the bleachers, someone grabs my jersey and pulls me under them. “What the fu-” I begin to say before I see who grabbed me. “Lydia!” I exclaim before I realize that I only met her as Y/N.

She smirks and begins to trace the lettering on my jersey. “Oh, so you know who I am, huh? Now, how is that when I haven’t seen you in school?” She is flirting with me. Oh my goodness, what do I do. I look around for some way to escape this situation.

“I, uh, think I heard Stiles or Scott mention you. And you know, t-they just described you so well that I, um, guess I pictured you looked like this?” I ramble, trying to distract her while I take a step away.

She notices and giggles, “Do I make you nervous? I have that effect on a lot of boys.” She says, once again flirting.

“I’m not like other boys,” I say, reluctantly.

She arches an eyebrow as she smirks, “Why’s that?”

I sigh, concluding that there is no other way out of this. I look her dead in the eyes and use my regular girl voice. “I’m female.”

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bold the statements that are true for you! (or put a random thing next to your answer idk do whatever u want live ur life aye)

appearance: i am 5′7″ or taller am 5′7″ or taller (I’m so tall) i wear glasses i have at least one tattoo i have at least one piercing (I have three, a orbital, rook and a plain cartilage piercing, hopefully getting a conch soon) i have blonde hair i have brown eyes (almost brown, mine are hazel) i have short hair (i used to, when I was 10 I cut it to my chin, biggest mistake of my life, now my hair is almost to my butt) my abs are at least somewhat defined (that’s hilarious, I have a 6 roll) i have or have had braces (I was supposed to because I had a huge gap, but it ended up fixing itself) there is something I would change about the way I look (my acne needs to chill, and I have small hands, I’m 5'11" and my hands are smaller than all of my friends and they’re all like 5'6" and shorter)

personality: my hogwarts house is: gryffindor, hufflepuff, ravenclaw, slytherin (my friends say I’m hufflepuff, I think I’m slytherin but pottermore sorted me into gryffindor) i am an introvert  i like meeting new people (sometimes) people tell me that I’m funny (I think so, before math everyday sophomore year my teacher would set aside 10 min for me to tell funny stories, so I think I’m pretty funny, and because I could never remember formulas he just let me tell him jokes instead of formulas to get inside the class) helping others with their problems is a big priority for me (depends on the problem, I can help with math and advice but anything else) i enjoy physical challenges  i enjoy mental challenges (i used to but rn I’m just barely getting by with school) i’m playfully rude with people i know well (some of them like my younger guy friends cause they’re like little brothers) i started saying something ironically and now i can’t stop saying it (af and bro) there is something i would change about my personality

ability: i can sing i can play an instrument (I can play a little bit of the flute and trumpet) i can do over 30 pushups without stopping (I can do 15 without stopping, my arms are super weak) i’m a fast runner (I’m the slowest runner in the world) i can draw well (im a good doodler and I’m good with crafts, but not drawing) i have a good memory i’m good at doing math in my head i can hold my breath underwater for over a minute (me and my brother used to do contest all the time) i have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling (nope I have noodle arms) i know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch i know how to throw a proper punch (I did karate for like 5 years)

hobbies: i enjoy playing sports enjoy playing sports (I love volleyball and lacrosse) i’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else (I’ve done so many sports) i’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else (i used to be) i have learned a new song in the past week i work out at least once a week (I’ve used to workout 5 days a week, but my knee) i’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months (for volleyball we used to run so much looking back idk how I did it) i have drawn something in the past month  i enjoy writing (I am the worst writer) fandoms are my #1 passion (I prefer the actual content rather than the fandoms cause things get pretty crazy) i do or have done martial arts 

experiences: i have had my first kiss i have had alcohol i have scored the winning goal in a sports game  (twice for basketball and once for volleyball) i have watched an entire season of a tv show in one sitting (almost I had one more episode but it was already 2) i have been at an overnight event  i have been in a taxi i have been in the hospital or ER in the past year i have beaten a video game in one day  i have visited another country (mexico) i have been to one of my favourite band’s concerts (last week I got to see bastille, it was mu first concert)

relationship: i’m in a relationship i have a celebrity crush (so many) i have a crush on someone i know (well darn) i have been in at least 3 relationships i have never been in a relationship i have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them  (ive have asked someone out on a bet) i get crushes easily i have had a crush on someone for over a year  (back in 5th grade, he had a mohawk we were good friends) i have been in a relationship for at least a year i have had feelings for a friend

my life: i have at least one person i consider a “best friend” i live close to my school my parents are still together i have at least one sibling i live in the united states there is snow right now where i live it (not for like 3 years) i have hung out with a friend outside of school in the past month i have a smartphone i have at least 15 cds (my car doesn’t have a place for the aux cord) i share my room with someone

random shit: i have breakdanced i know a person named jamie i have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce i have dyed my hair i’m listening to one song on repeat right now i have punched someone in the past week i know someone who has gone to jail i have broken a bone i have eaten a waffle today i know what i want to do with my life i speak at least 2 languages fluently i have made a new friend in the past year

I tag: @bilbo-the-science-bro @astronomicalspacegay @fairlydani @profound-metaphysical-confusion

#me #buttercup #tagged #tag

[tylerhoechlns]

Sterek Bookmarks (2/?)

WARNING: I have been bookmarking almost every sterek fic I have ever read since the summer of 2015. Some of these fics may include side pairings or briefly include Derek and/or Stiles with someone else. I tried to add some tags and warnings here but PLEASE read the tags and or warnings on the fic itself if this is something you do not like. All of these fics are completed.

There are (more than) a few author repeats. Sorry? Enjoy! 

Leather & Us by PolarisTheYoungWolf (Explicit - 1.5k)

Prompt: Stiles wearing only Derek's leather jacket ...

— Tags and Warnings: Underage, Established Relationship, Smut

Who's Wearing the Panties? by Emela (Explicit - 2.2k)

Stiles discovers Derek's secret kink: silk, teal panties, which of course Stiles is only too willing to indulge his boyfriend in playing with.

— Tags and Warnings: Dressing Room Sex, Derek in Panties, Mirror Sex, Praise Kink, Established Relationship

Gunplay is Not Really Our Kink by theroguesgambit (Mature - 2.5k)

Derek and Stiles are captured by a group of hunters and forced to play a twisted game that only one of them might walk away from.

— Tags and Warnings: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Possible Character Death, Recovering from Trauma

So come on now (Strike the match) by Marishna (Mature - 2.9k)

"All week I've been noticing the young ones, those twins? They've been smelling me," Stiles explained. Scott growled low, but Stiles shook his head. "Not overtly or as a threat, I think. But tonight when I was grabbing some sustenance." Stiles hefted the grocery bag up for reference. "One of the other ones was there. The woman with the gnarly toenails? And she did it, too. And gave me this look."

"What kind of look?" Peter asked, stepping out of the shadows by the staircase and at least three of the pack jumped, weres included.

Stiles glared at him but went on. "Like I was fresh meat? Which isn't a look I'm unfamiliar with after being in high school but this was the first time someone who could actually kill me has looked at me like that. I mean, except you," Stiles gestured to Peter. And then turned to Derek and shrugged. "And you, but those are more out of anger, I think."

— Tags and Warnings: Underage, AU: Canon Divergence Scent Marking

🔒 Still Stuck On You by bleep0bleep (Explict - 2.9k)

One of Stiles' goals for Thanksgiving weekend is to take advantage of the privacy away from his crowded dorm rooms to get to know his new vibrator.

He gets, uh, stuck.

Deputy Derek Hale assists.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: College, AU: Human, Childhood Friends, Porn Without Plot

Stay Awhile by imaythrowuponya (Teen - 3.5k)

Once Derek’s brain finally kicks back online, his first thought is how amazing that movement would look on paper. His second is where the hell is his sketchpad?

— Tags and Warnings: Coffee Shop!AU, Artist!Derek, Fluff

testing the waters by grimm (Explict - 4k)

Prompt fill: "I would LOVE a future!fic where Stiles randomly bumps into Derek, maybe in nyc. He's in college now or maybe even post college, and this is their first time interacting since Derek left Beacon Hills. Stiles is obviously SMOKING HOT now and Derek finally got his shit together and is a successful 30 something."

— Tags and Warnings: Porn Without Plot

Easy Alpha by interropunct (Teen - 4.6k)

Easy A/Teen Wolf AU. Wherein, Derek Hale is the high school hussy, Jackson and Scott really need to learn to use their inside voices. And, contrary to popular belief, everyone is still a virgin.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: High School, Fake/Pretend Relationship

You Had Me Since by Emela (Explicit - 5.1k)

“Would it help if I blew you?” “What?” Derek sputters. There is no way he heard that right. No way would Stiles Stilinski be asking him if he wanted a- “Blow job.” That.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Hight School, AU: Humans, Virgin!Derek, Light D/s, Love Confessions, Porn Without Plot

Worth the Wait to Give You My Heart by secondstar (Teen  6.3k)

All of Derek's memories surrounding his birthday were of his family, of their deaths. After leaving Beacon Hills, he thought the past was behind him; until he and Stiles began exchanging SnapChats.

— Tags and Warnings: Fluff and Angst

An (im)Perfect System by theroguesgambit (Teen - 7.9k)

Stiles has always felt pretty lucky about his soul mark. After all, how many conversations tend to start with “This is private property”?

(Apparently more than you'd think.)

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Soulmates, Misunderstandings, Fluff and Angst

Lovebitten by LunaCanisLupus_22 (Mature - 10k)

The one where Derek gets bitten by a lovebug and Stiles is the first person he lays eyes on. Hilarity ensues.

— Tags and Warnings: Dubious Consent, Crack

Sex Shoes by theroguesgambit (Explict - 10k)

Ground rules: Just once, just to get it out of their systems, and they can never, ever tell anyone. Simple, right?

...Once definitely isn't gonna be enough.

Tags and Warnings: Underage (17), Porn with a Little Plot

Unwind by coffeeinallcaps for bleep0bleep (Explicit - 15k)

Hope you enjoy your present, the text from Erica says. Payment’s taken care of. You can thank me tomorrow.

“So you’re a werewolf, huh,” the guy says when Derek looks up at him again. His gaze drifts down from Derek’s face to the rest of his body, slowly, shamelessly. When it’s traveled back up and their eyes meet again, the corner of the guy’s mouth twitches up into a cocky little half-smile. “I fucking love working with werewolves.” AU in which businessman Derek falls in love with escort Stiles.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Werewolves Are Known, Escort!Stiles, Businessman!Derek, Explicit Sexual Content, Panic Attacks, Emotional Hurt

Regression to the Mean by theroguesgambit (Mature - 16k)

In the aftermath of 3B, Stiles and Derek learn to trust, learn to fuck, and learn to love themselves, each other, and their pack.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Canon Divergence, Derek and Stiles have PTSD, Pack Feels, Healing

The Love You Save (May Be Your Own) by Nokomis (Teen - 17k) 

Everyone falls magically in love with Stiles. Well, except for Derek, who is suspiciously immune.

— Tags and Warnings: Love Potion/Spell, Misunderstandings

Don't Worry Baby by kalpurna (Explicit - 20k)

"You know you're allowed to ask for vanilla sex, right?" he says, afterwards. "We can do whatever you want. That's kind of the point."

Derek doesn't respond.

— Tags and Warnings: Prostitute!Stiles, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Knotting, Impregnation Kink, Pining, Possessive Behavior

Inevitable You by Red_City (Mature - 22k)

"I'm Derek's mate," Stiles gets out, breathing hard. There is silence in the room.

As he looks around, he realizes that everyone else knew.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Canon Divergence, Canon Typical Violence, Werewolf!Stiles, Beta Derek, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst and Smut, Kidnapping

Werewolf-Friendly by badwolfbadwolf (Explicit - 27k)

Derek is a junior in college, never could get the hang of social interaction, and is, you know, a werewolf. A werewolf and a virgin. And it isn’t like anyone is banging down his door to hop on his werewolf dick, save for the few pervs who acted like he was some kind of exotic toy to be played with and experienced. So, when he sees Stiles' ad on Hot Men 4 Rent, Derek is... interested.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: College, AU: Werewolves Are Known, Virgin!Derek, Escort!Stiles, Light D/s, Possessive Behavior, Angst with a Happy Ending

One Door Closes by KouriArashi (Explicit - 27k)

Derek knows that Stiles is too young for him, but Stiles doesn't agree. Eight years after Derek rejects him due to the age gap, they meet again where Derek has settled in Wyoming as a ranch hand, and Stiles is the new deputy, and still pissed as hell about the way Derek turned him down. Things don't go as either of them planned.

— Tags and Warnings: Angst, Misunderstandings, Age Gap

But, Doctor! by stilinskisparkles (Mature - 30k)

“We had to splint a girl’s leg in a ditch,” Scott says excitedly.

“Bro, you sound way too happy about that,” Stiles complains, opening up his bag and pulling out a Twinkie.

Derek removes it from his hand silently and replaces it with an apple. Stiles scowls at him for a second then bites into it, regardless. Derek sits back and lets the group discuss the merits of dramatic lifesaving feats for winning over the ladies. Scott is convinced it’ll help impress Allison; Isaac thinks Scott’s a loser. Stiles—

Stiles is falling asleep on Derek’s shoulder.

— Tags and Warnings: Fluff and Angst, Oblivious Derek, Oblivious Stiles

Pretty Melody by thepsychicclam (Explicit - 30k)

Stiles hasn't seen Derek in six years, so when he shows up at the bar where Stiles works, claiming to be some indie rock star, Stiles can't believe it. Stiles has even more trouble believing that he and Derek are about to have a one night stand.

Soon one night turns into two and three, and seeing Derek causes old wounds to open for Stiles. As Stiles reconnects with Derek, he finds himself painting things he's been avoiding, and he thinks maybe he'll finally start to heal.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Canon Divergence, Musician Derek, Artist & Bartender Stiles, Fluff and Angst, Past Character Death, Future Fic, Grief/Mourning

🔒DILF by twentysomething  (Explicit - 30k)

"Today is Scott's first day of kindergarten and Derek is terrified."

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Human, Single Parent Derek, Teacher Sties

(not so) Pure Imagination by theroguesgambit (Explicit - 33k)

"There is a world where whenever someone fantasizes about you, you can physically feel it, but you have no idea who is thinking it about you."

Stiles knows it's wrong, but he's been Fantasizing about Derek and he can't bring himself to stop. Derek doesn't know who's taken an interest in him, but he's enjoying it way more than he probably should.

— Tags and Warnings: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Anonymous Sex, Slight Dubcon Themes

🔒 Practice Makes Perfect by blacktofade  (Explicit - 33k)

In his sophomore year, Stiles gets dragged to lacrosse tryouts by Scott and ends up practicing alongside the senior captain, Derek Hale. Stiles just wants to live long enough to become a junior.

— Tags and Warnings: Underage, AU: High School & College, AU: Humans, Loss of Virginity

Come with Me and Walk the Longest Mile by DevilDoll (Explicit - 39k)

"Stiles shouldn't accept rides from werewolves he meets behind abandoned convenience stores." In which the zombie apocalypse is just one of their worries.

— Tags and Warnings: Underage, AU: Zombies Post-Apocalypse, Canon-Typical Violence, Mating/Heat Cycles

I’d lie by dereksstilinski (greyslittlediaries) (Explicit - 44k)

Derek has already typed the entire report out and even got all of the stuff prepared for the poster that Stiles and him will have to present. Derek found that he actually didn’t mind doing all the work when it was Stiles he was doing it for, but he wasn’t going to let Stiles get away completely. He was going to get Stiles to come over and help with the poster, so help him god.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: High School, AU: Human, AU: No Hale Fire Jock! Stiles, Nerd! Derek, POV Alternating, Pining, Underage Drinking, First Time, Slow Build, Kate Argent

Versus by secondstar (Explict - 94k)

At age nineteen, Stiles Stilinski was the next big thing, according to The Guardian. It was surreal, not being able to turn on Sky Sports without hearing his name mentioned along with the names of players he grew up idolizing. Stiles couldn’t believe that this was his life.

— Tags and Warnings: Derogatory and Homophobic Language, Internalized Homophobia, Homophobia, Coming Out

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Someone: Hi

Me: Oh what’s up guys. How’s it going? Brantford Winstonworth here. Lemme get out of bed real quick. Take you guys on a tour of my room here. Uh, so this is my house, I live here all by myself. As you can see, a lot of pastels. Yeah, I went to boarding school. We always rocked pastels. Just some spoons you know, this one, this one is my morning spoon, this is the one I use to hang out and toss out in the backyard with my buddies. This one, I scored like two goals in practice one day in high school, uhh...best goals I ever scored. I call this one fluffy, it's got like a lot of fluff here. Uhh, I’m actually gonna hang on to this one. Grensnwicks Lax. Some pics I found inside Lacrosse Magazine. I hang em up. This is my hat collection here. I've got...here I'll put this one on. Big Dodgers fan. Never been to LA but it's a pretty chill place. Yeah, Nantucket. Asklax. That was my first screenname when I was a little kid. I’m from all over the east coast. I don’t know what it is, I just kinda tend to – my family tends to move to hot bed lacrosse areas. Uhhh it's just maybe a magnetic force in the great Lacrosse Gods universe?? I don’t know. And now, when I was deciding my college process, you know, I was like, D1, D3?? I don't know! But after a while I was like, hey, I gotta go D1 and I am. It's at the club level, but I’m D1, and I’m having fun, living my life, you know, this is my life. Bros anybody care to lax? People tell me, they're like hey Brantford, you don’t belong at this school. You’re only here because your grandpa donated half the buildings. I’m like, you know what? False. I work hard. Work hard party hard. You know, D1, club, whatever, it doesn’t matter. D1 level never stops, even the club. We always work hard. I mean look at these guys... Always trying to get better at the game. Balls, regardless of what it is we're always working hard. So the other day at practice, I mean, what, I was...5 for 20 shooting? Which is okay for me. Everyone knows you can’t score them all. Ummm. I hit two pipes, so. 5 for 18 really. GBs, I had 12 GB’s in practice and if you include line drills I had like 18 GBs so... you know, I’m not really worried. I know I have the skill, my coach says I’m improving. He may just be like...you know, he’s a student...he’s still my coach, you gotta respect him. Do I get chicks? Yes. Do I play Lacrosse? Yes. Do I get chicks because I play Lacrosse? No...I’m very affluent. Shit. I be like, people tell me hey, Brantford, what’s with you and your outfit?? Why you always gotta wear turf dogs, mid calfs, nice shorts and a lax pinny with croakies and a sweet pair of shades? Brantford, do you ever not wear a Lax pinny? And i'm like...yeah, when I’m hooking up with chicks! Preaknis...let me tell you about preaknis. Ya, I’ve never been to the preaknis. I heard its fun though, it's suppose to be a great time. My parents yeah they cater it, the whole thing. So could I go? Yes. But do I go? No. I usually don't have enough friends to go with. I mean I do have friends, enough... to go with, but none... I just heard its really a fun time!!! So in high school, I played football. When I play football, I can’t really have flow cause you kinda gotta look like a hardass. So I used to get a buzzcut, right before the fall season, umm let it grow out until Thanksgiving, go home, and Thanksgiving get a trim, let it rage. Go back, winter break, get a little bit more trimmed and once the season starts come February, I'm just letting it go. And that’s how you get the nice lettuce, that’s really, that’s all that matters, especially at club lax. Ummmm we don’t have the greatest stick skills, we're obviously not as athletic as we should be. I like to Lax and I like to party!

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