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derangedangel · 6 months

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Killer Duo - Isaac Lahey

Summary: Lydia’s throwing a Halloween party and your costume coordinates with Isaac’s

Isaac Lahey x Reader

Word Count: 1,591

Author’s Note: Apparently this was in my drafts in 2019 and I finished it in 2020. Why it never got posted, I’m not sure. The timing of this is funny cause I’m currently at work dressed as the character Isaac is dressed as. Anyway, reblogs and comments are appreciated. Happy Halloween!

“Lydia, I haven’t dressed up for Halloween since I was 12,” you said walking around looking at all the creepy Halloween decorations.

“And this is a costume party. You have to dress up or you can’t go,” Lydia replied walking in front of you heading straight for the costumes.

“I have no idea what I should be. And most Halloween costumes for women are sexy now, which really means they’re short and inappropriate, and I am not doing that.”

The strawberry blonde rolled her eyes. “You haven’t even looked at any costumes yet and your already jumping to conclusions.”

“I’m just pointing out facts. Halloween used to be fun, then I grew up.”

“And now you’re at the age where you can dress up again,” Lydia smiled at you. “There’s just no candy this time.”

“So what’s the point,” you joked.

“Just come on,” Lydia said grabbing your arm pulling you towards the superhero costumes first.

The two of you began to look through the racks of clothes. You ran a mental checklist of everything that wouldn’t work for you.

Batgirl? No.

Iron Man? No.

Elastigirl? Hell no.

“Oh, what about Wonder Woman,” Lydia asked holding up the iconic armor for you to see.

“Ehh,” you said fidgeting on your feet, “I don’t feel comfortable having my ass out.”

“Okay,” Lydia said sighing at how difficult you were making this. She stood next to you scanning the the other costumes in the superhero section and decided you were going to like any of them.

“What about a witch,” she asked.

“I guess I could be that,” you replied halfheartedly.

“No, I don’t want you buying something you don’t love. That’s the number one rule in fashion.”

“Lydia, why don’t you just look for your costume and I’ll find mines. I don’t want you to keep pulling outfits and I hate them all.”

Lydia turned and faced you. “Honey, I bought my costume weeks ago. No one is going to be wearing the same thing as me at my own party.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Duh, I should have known you already had your costume ready to go.”

“Yes, so this trip is all about you, my dear,” Lydia said tapping you on the nose making you smile.

“Fine,” you replied. “Well, let’s go look at something a little more spookier then.”

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“Barbie, eat your heart out.”

Lydia walked up behind you in the mirror and nodded. “You look good.”

“I look killer,” you laughed and Lydia smiled shaking her head.

You looked at yourself in the mirror admiring your white dress, leather jacket, and combat boots. You grabbed your eyeliner pencil and added the final touch. Tiffany’s mole.

Perfect.

As soon as you saw the Bride of Chucky costume, you knew you needed it. Lydia was just happy you didn’t go with Chucky so you didn’t mess up her bathroom adding all the wounds and fake blood on your face.

About an hour later, the party was well under way and you already made your first rounds with Lydia. Now she off doing other hostess duties and you were people watching against the wall.

You saw Isaac across the room and smiled to yourself. You excused yourself through the crowd as you made your way across the room.

“Hey, Isaac. Nice costume,” you greeted, looking up at the tall burette in front of you. Well, he wasn’t brunette right now. He was wearing a red wig and a pair of Good Guys overalls. You snickered to yourself. Of course the guy you had a crush on would be dressed up as Chucky. He was basically the salt to your pepper.

“Thanks,” Isaac said, a grin lining his face. “And you are a... biker bride?”

You looked at Isaac confused and shocked. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“What,” Isaac smiled confused at your response. “Should I know who you are?”

“Yes,” you said laughing. You gawked at him as you held up your plastic bloody knife and pointed to your “Tiff” necklace. His eyebrow furrowed in confusion.

“I’m Tiffany...”

Isaac shook his head still lost.

“The Bride of Chucky...”

“Sorry. Still don’t know who that is.”

“Oh my God. Isaac, how are you dressed up as Chucky but don’t know who Tiffany is?”

Isaac shrugged. “Honestly, I wasn’t planning on wearing a costume, but Lydia said I had to, then showed up to Scott’s house with this.”

You shook your head, laughing to yourself. “Of course she did.”

“Am I missing something,” Isaac asked wanting in on the joke.

“Lydia knew I was dressing up as Tiffany and she made you be Chucky... we’re basically a couple’s costume.”

“We are,” Isaac asked, his eyebrow raised and smirk slowly growing on his face.

“Uhh, I- I mean sorta,” you replied fidgeting where you stood. “Especially, now when we’re standing next to each other.”

Isaac took a step closer to you. “So I guess I better keep you close then.”

You’re eyes grew big but before you could response you were interrupted.

“There you two are,” Lydia said walking up to you and Isaac. Her blonde ponytail wig bouncing with each step she took. She definitely was the only I Dream of Jeannie here. You doubted if most of the party even knew who she was, but they all knew she looked good. “Well don’t you look cozy together.”

“Lydia,” you said a little too sweetly for anyone’s liking. “I hear we have you to thank for Isaac’s costume.”

“What,” Lydia asked like she didn’t basically have you and Isaac in a couple’s costume. “I couldn’t have him come to my Halloween party not dressed up.”

“Yeah, sure,” you scoffed crossing your arms over your chest.

“Anyway, everyone’s outside so we can take a group pic before anyone is too intoxicated to do it later.”

“Lydia,” Stiles yelped running up. “Oh, hey guys,” he said waving to you and Isaac. You smiled and waved back before he began talking to Lydia. He was dressed up as Captain Tony Nelson, the perfect couple’s costume to Lydia’s Jeannie. “Um, so, I may or may not have gotten my Captain’s hat stuck on the roof... okay I definitely did. But it was Scott’s fault!”

“Seriously, Stiles,” Lydia fumed. “God,” she whispered under her breath shaking her head before turning to you. “Give it about ten minutes before the picture so I can get his hat down.”

You laughed nodding your head. “Okay.”

The couple walked away, leaving you alone with Isaac. “Um, I’m going to go get something to drink. See you outside in ten?”

“Yeah,” Isaac said, giving you a slow and sexy smile.

You turned and headed for the kitchen, letting out a long breath as you did. Isaac’s whole existence was driving you crazy. Although you did like the blue eyed boy, and you’ve been wanting something to happen for a while, he was making you incredibly nervous. You’d rather avoid him instead of potential embarrassing yourself.

After you filled your red solo cup with the fruity punch being served, one of your classmates came up to you.

“Hey Y/N, cute costume.”

“Thanks!”

“I didn’t know you and Isaac were a thing.”

“Huh,” you asked confused.

“The couple’s costume,” they said hesitantly. “Chucky and Tiffany.”

“Ohh, duh” you said to yourself when you realized. “We’re not dating. We just happened to wear costumes that went together.”

“Oh... well, the two of you look good together,” they said shrugging then walked away.

All your friends were already outside ready to take the picture. Lydia handed her phone to the designated photographer, then went to stand next to Stiles. Scott was in the middle, with Kira next to him. Malia was next to Kira, while Stiles and Lydia were on the other side of Scott. You stood next to Malia, throwing your arm over your friend’s shoulder. Isaac stood near Stiles.

After two pics were snapped, Lydia went to check the photos. She grabbed her phone, then looked up at the group. “Somethings not right...,” she said out loud, thinking to herself. “I know!” She grabbed Isaac by his arm and pulled him over to where you were standing. “That’s better. You’re costumes go together, so it makes sense,” she said smiling. She mumbled a quick you’re welcome to you before she handed the camera back over and went back to her place next to Stiles.

The person taking the pictures counted down “3, 2, 1,” then snapped a pic. But before you got to one, Isaac grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him. You shrieked in response then started laughing.

“Okay, now a funny one,” Scott yelled so everyone could hear.

Isaac didn’t hesitate, quickly picking you up bridal style. You yelped, then immediately stuck your tongue out at him. Lydia’s phone flashed as the picture was taken, then everyone stopped doing their poses, but Isaac didn’t put you down.

You giggled before you spoke. “You can put me down now, Isaac. The picture’s over.”

“I said I should keep you close. So that’s what I’m doing,” he said smiling down at you in his arms. “And besides, if we’re next to each other people will think we’re a couple, so no guy will ask you to dance.”

You titled your head to the side, your eyes squinted slightly. “But we’re not a couple.”

“Give it a few weeks.”

Your mouth dropped in a silent gasp, slowly turning into a huge grin. You heard Kira giggling behind you and Stiles’s “yuck.”

#Teen Wolf #isaac lahey #isaac lahey x reader #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf imagine #isaac lahey fanfic

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mayfieldss · 4 months

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secret santa 🎅

Isaac Lahey who works at a Christmas tree farm 👀

I was kicking my feet with excitement as soon as you sent this.

It had been a long shift, and there were only so many Christmas songs that could be played on repeat before it began to drive a person mad. Isaac was cold through, his leather jacket not quite enough to keep him comfortable as he showed people around the farm, helping them pick out the perfect tree for their home.

He wasn't in a bad mood exactly, but as the day dragged on he wasn't exactly joyful. His feet hurt, and so did his cheeks as he forced a smile to everyone that walked by him. Every "happy holidays!" spoken in his direction was met with the same grin and a gentle wave, and at first it had felt honest, but now it was more like an act. He wanted to be at home, in the warmth of his bed, not surrounded by people.

That was of course, until you showed up. He didn't know why you made him nervous, or if the zoo bustling about in his stomach was rather a bad meal from earlier instead of the so called butterflies, but he felt something when he saw you. Something good.

"Hey!" you waved cheerily as you approached him. You were approaching him. oh god. "I want the best Christmas tree on this farm, where would I find that?"

Isaac was stuck for a minute, staring, until he saw a familiar face by your side. Lydia Martin, the redhead sending him a knowing look.

"Well, how big is your living room?" Isaac asks, trying not to sound as though he's scrambling for words.

"Average living room size I believe." there is a laugh with the words and Isaac grins at the sound of it. It's better than any of the Christmas music he's heard over the past month. Sweet sounding and hopeful.

"Right this way." Isaac leads you and Lydia off to some of the tallest trees, and watches as you look up at each one, inspecting them as though the decision is of the greatest importance. It is important to you that you find the perfect tree for your home. One's Christmas tree can make or break the Christmas spirit of those invited over, you believe.

"What'd you think of this one Lydia?" You ask your redheaded friend, who already has her own tree at home and isn't much interested in the outing. What she is interested in however, is the current presence of Isaac Lahey, in particular the way he is looking at you.

"It's a nice tree, a little the small side though." She glances to Isaac, "What are your thoughts?"

"My thoughts?" Isaac startles, eyes flickering between the two girls before him and the tree beside you all. "I think it's a tree—a good tree. Tall." He doesn't know exactly why you're having this effect on him, but he can tell Lydia is enjoying the show. She always did like to watch people squirm.

You're smiling, now not at the tree, but at him. "It is tall," you agree, "But is it tall enough?"

"Well you've gotta make sure you can still decorate the top of it, you don't want it to be too tall." He's slowly sliding back into normality, back into doing his job. He's watching you, and you're watching the tree. The slow nod of your head and the squint of your eyes tells you're deep in thought about this and when you finally turn back to him you seem uncertain.

"Are you sure it's tall enough?" you ask, knowing Lydia's opinion is different to your Christmas tree guide's. You have a step ladder for the tall parts of the tree to make decorating easier but you think if you go any taller it won't be of much use. Still, a tall tree is a good tree.

"Trust me," Isaac smiles, "it's tall enough."

And the crazy thing was you did trust him, and soon enough you were transporting the tree to the car. Lydia was only a little upset that you hadn't taken her opinion on board, but she was more so intrigued by the way Isaac stopped you before you could get into the car. He called your name, of which he had recently learnt from hearing Lydia speak to you, and jogged up to your side.

"Hey, I wanted to ask you something." His breath comes out in a fog from the cold, his cheeks tinted a light pink, and the look on confusion on your face is masked by the sweet smile you'd shown him before.

"Yeah?" you seem to know where this is going, courtesy of a glance from Lydia on the other side of the car.

"I was wondering if I could get your number? Maybe we could get a coffee sometime, if you're interested?" He's nervous, but trying not to be. Playing it cool is his specialty, or at least he thought it was. Now he's not so sure.

A gentle laugh leaves your lips, but not in a mocking way. You're glowing, sunlight covering you, though that could just be his imagination. "Sure, I'd love to." You pull out your phone and Isaac does the same with his own, and the exchange of digits is fast.

"I'm Isaac by the way." Isaac extends a hand to you after you've put your phone away, and you take it, giving his hand a firm shake.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Isaac. I'll see you soon." You let go of his hand and send him a wink before opening the passenger side door to the car.

"Yeah, see you soon." Isaac parrots back as you slide inside, the car starting as you go to leave the farm. It had been a long shift, but Isaac felt hopeful now, and as another Christmas song began to play over the speaker, he decided to sing along.

I hope you like it Gillian, Merry (late) Christmas!

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flimsy-spine · 4 months

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she's so crazy i love her

#stisaac #stiles stilinski #isaac lahey #teen wolf #teenwolfedit #twedit #stisaacedit #stilesstilinskiedit #isaaclaheyedit #*tw #*#everyone in this fandom has at least one rarepair they'd die for #and i got stuck with these fuckers #they have GREAT fanfics tho!!!!!#if you squint and try to forget this is teen wolf they almost look like two pals in an 'edgy' 2011 comedy show that got cancelled quickly

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littlesarcasticdemon · 8 months

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Okay so we all know the fics where stiles is kicked out of the pack or the ones where he kind of just becomes part of Derek’s pack after the torture incident really just Scott being a bad friend

Anyway just imagine how funny that shit looks from an outside view like imagine being his classmate and living like across the road from him just being confused why someone who was previously wanted for murder is practically living at the stilinski house or like a person who is known to be dead(Peter) one day just walking out of stiles house or like witnessing Erica Boyd and Isaac sticking to stiles and constantly like touching him at school or like one day this person like overhears one of the pack or Liam calling him mum or whatever

Like I feel like it would be so funny to read just the utter confusion and like I have got to find out what the fuck is happening of that

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bouncybongfairy · 7 months

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Sleep Away Camp

Stiles Stilinski x Fem Reader

Summary: Beacon Hills High School's annual science camp trip is coming up. Knowing Stiles is going you think this might be a good time to shoot your shot. He ends up saving you from the mimic that followed Scott and Stiles to the camp.

Word Count: 2.5k+

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The class dragged on as you watched the clock tick, almost mockingly. It was the day before the science camp trip. The students who chose to go would spend three nights and four days in the California wilderness. Everyone may have been buzzing about the trip for the past couple of weeks, but you were exhilarated. You had taken a day trip with your mom to purchase everything on the suggested list. It was all sitting at home, ready to go in the duffle bag that you had rearranged 3+ times. You were thinking about all possible scenarios of rebellion that were bound to take place. There were rumors about different friend groups planning on sneaking out into the woods and doing god knows what.

The bell had rung and you were one of the first people to leave the room. You rushed home as fast as you could to get ready before heading back. All the students were supposed to meet in the school parking lot at 4 p.m. to load onto the buses. Your phone was going off like crazy, distracting you from washing your face and fixing your hair. It was peers posting on their stories, all of them were pretty much the same. Girls posting boomerangs of their cute luggage; boys posting stupid, half-serious jokes like: ‘Meet me in my tent for a good time tonight.’ Your face physically cringed when you saw posts like that. Did they think that was going to help them get girls? You noticed that Lyida had texted you, asking if she could give you a ride and if you’d sit on the bus with her. After texting her back agreeing to both you finished up getting ready. Right as you were about to take your stuff downstairs to wait for her, your mom came into your room.

“Are you ready to go? I can drive you,” she said with her keys in hand.

“Oh sorry I was about to tell you, Lydia is going to pick me up and drive down there together,” you said, now feeling slightly bad.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Yeah.. if you want I can text-” you started.

“No no, it’s okay. I mostly came in here to tell you I love you and to please be safe,” she started, “it had a lot less anxiety the last time I sent you,” she finished, sitting on the bed.

“How? I’d figure it would be scarier knowing I was younger going to sleep away camp,” you said.

“Well, you were only 11. I knew the teachers would be watching you and you couldn’t keep your eyes open past 11 p.m.,” she laughed before continuing, “I just want to remind you not to do anything you might… regret,” she sighed.

“Mom, I'm not going to hook up with anyone or do anything stupid. I may be a teenager but I can control myself,” you said.

She reassured her trust in you before helping you down the stairs with your bags. Lydia had texted you that she was about to be there. After giving your mom a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek, you loaded your things into Lyida’s car. She wasn’t as excited as you were but you could tell she was happy to spend time with Jackson. You, on the other hand, had your eye on Stiles. When you asked Lyida if it was okay if you pursued him, she laughed and was almost insulted that you asked. You liked Stiles ever since 6th grade and figured this weekend would be the best place to make your feelings known. She parked her car and you both walked over to the group of students that were gathered to enter the bus. Stiles and Scott were standing together talking while sharing a bag of chips. Allison and Issiac were standing next to them, She waved when she saw the two of you approach. Lydia and Allison immediately began talking with each other, same with Scott and Issiac.

“Hey, are you excited for the trip?” he asked, wiping his face with his sleeve.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to see the stars, it's way easier to see them from the forest,” you said.

“Oh yeah? I heard we're gonna do a big campfire tonight with smoke and crap,” he said.

“I’m a little nervous because of all the animal attacks lately. If it's is that bad in the city I'm sure it’s worse in the wilderness,” you said.

“Oh well yeah, I mean I'm sure it won’t be that dangerous. If it was they probably wouldn’t be taking all of us up there right?” he said laughing awkwardly at the end.

“Yeah that’s true,” you said, realizing that the entire bus had already been loaded while you were talking.

All the seats were taken, even Lidya was sitting next to Allison. Stiles and you ended up sitting next to each other. At first, you were nervous about sitting next to him for the entire ride. Seemed a little too confrontational, especially considering you were going to try and get with him by the end of the trip. However, as time went on, you realized you guys had a lot in common. You were both into sci fi-movies, you both were in the same computer coding class, and both had a rather impressive collection of legos. It felt like the ride flew by because of how engaged you were to each other. You apologized every time your thigh bumped into his and eventually, he scooted closer so that your outer thighs were pressed together. It was getting close to sunset which was making the clouds and sky look beautiful. You were looking out the window for a while, taking pictures of the view. Once the buses arrived, everyone filed out and waited to be directed to the tents. Lydia was complaining because she thought they were going to be cabins. All the tents were on this wooden platform that was about 4 feet from the ground. The ‘tents’ were a metal A-line structure that had a waterproof cover over it. There were these little cots inside, it was three to a tent.

“Well isn’t this just great, we were camping in the woods and they gave us a literal fort made of sheets to sleep in,” Lidya said.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. You could tell when we walked in that it was warmer than outside,” Allison said.

“I think it’s kinda cozy,” you said which made Allison laugh.

“Like you and Stiles on the bus?” Lydia asked.

“Well yeah, you were supposed to sit with me. You could have told me that the line was moving,” you laughed.

“Oh I know, I was doing both of us a favor. You got the chance to hang out with Stiles and Hopefully, he’ll leave me alone once he falls for you,” she said, shoving her suitcase under her cot.

“You think he’ll fall for me?” you asked hopefully which caused both girls to laugh at such a stupid question.

It was nightfall now and everyone was making their way to the campfire. It was huge, easily 7 by 7 feet with logs all around it for students to sit. You saw Scott and Stiles sitting on one of them, holding a place for all three of you. He smiled at you when you saw him which made you blush. The two of you went to grab more stuff for the group. Stiles kept catching his marshmallows on fire, incinerating them. You ended up making him four, he inhaled them as fast as you could make them. Eventually, Allison wandered off with Scott, and the same with Lyida and Jackson. You weren’t allowed to go off into the woods but the two of you didn’t go far. It was hard to talk to each other in a serious way when you could barely hear each other talk. Over the loud crackling of the fire and the sheer amount of students laughing and roughhousing. You were looking up at the stars, amazed that they could be so bright. You were pointing out different constellations and explaining how you learned some of them when you played The Last of Us. When you looked back at him, he was staring at you.

“What?” you asked.

“Uh- did you like the game?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah I never really get emotional for the storylines of games but that one got me. Made me reflect on my character, especially because Ellie had no idea what life was like before the apocalypse. So materialistic, oh my god when I replied to it and saw how Joel and his daughter lived before everything my jaw dropped. It was so weird to see them ‘normal’ again you know?” you finished.

“Yeah I get that feeling of you know, -sigh- not cherishing what you have until it’s gone,” he said.

“Sorry I didn’t mean-” you started.

“No, don't even worry about it. I’m glad we could spend time together alone like this. These days I feel like I’m surviving more than living,” he said.

“Me too,” you said smiling.

After you both hung out in the woods for a little longer before heading back to camp. You even walked back hand and hand which made your stomach flip. The bonfire had gotten smaller and there were less campers outside then when you left. Allison and Scott were making out against a tree that was a few feet out of sight from chaperones. For dinner, the camp had a BBQ, it was simple; just hamburgers and hotdogs with fruit and a couple random sides. Once you both got your plate you quickly realized all the bugs were making it impossible to eat. When you first suggested that it would be better to eat in your tent, Stiles' face went white and then turned a deep shade of red. Nonetheless he followed to the tent and as predicted Allison and Lyida were nowhere in sight. He started awkwardly complementing the decor out of nervousness which made you laugh. Both of you ate in awkward silence for a couple moments but then started talking about the itinerary the camp had planned. Right as the conversation got more serious, the girl came back to the tent. Stiles ended up leaving and they interrogated you about the nature of what happened when you were alone with him. You told them the truth, it wasn’t anything crazy so they were a little disappointed in you.

The three of you went down to the showering area which was actually quite nice. You thought it would be similar to a hand built out house or something. You weren’t even expecting hot water so it was a nice surprise. They even had electricity, thank god because you didn’t want to go to sleep with wet hair. By the time you were walking back to the tent it was pretty late. After being in school all day and being socially interactive all day long was making you really tired. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep after you laid down. After you’d been sleeping for a couple hours, you heard a tap on the metal frame of the tent. It scared you at first but then you heard a voice.

“Y/N?” you immediately recognized it as Stiles.

“Stiles? What are you doing oh my god you scared the crap out of me!” you whispered.

“Meet me where we talked in 20 minutes,” he whispered and before you could respond he walked away.

You were taken back for a second but figured you would go. Maybe he wanted to tell you how he felt. Why else would he come and ask you to talk in the middle of the night? You got up, trying your best not to wake up the other girls while changing. It was freezing, to the point where you couldn’t stop your teeth from chattering. You were really scared as you walked toward the trail that led away from the camp. Before you went to bed the camp was bright and full of energy and now it was dark and deadly quiet. You wrapped your arms around yourself to give you a sense of security. Once the camp was out of sight it was even more dark than before. It took you about 10 or 15 minutes but you were finally where he agreed to meet you. You recognized the nearby long that was almost completely hollow.

“Stiles?” you asked out loud.

“Are you there?” you asked again when you heard nothing. You kept hearing sounds of leaves crunching and different animals.

“Stiles!” you called out a bit louder.

“I’m here,” he called out.

You were about to call out one last time when suddenly arms were wrapped around your waist and mouth. You were trying to scream and thrash away, whatever had you lifted you up then tucked you behind a tree.

“It’s me, chill out it’s Stiles,” he whispered on top of your head.

“What are you-” you started.

“That wasn’t me, that thing that said ‘i’m here’ we think it’s a mimic. Just be very quiet for a second,” he said, still covering your mouth with his hands.

He quickly stopped talking as you both peered over the tree. Your heart was pounding out of your chest as you watched what appeared to be Stiles walking past you guys. Tears were now streaming down your face, Stiles was wiping the ones he could reach with his thumb. When Stiles had picked you up from behind you stayed in that position even when he pulled you both to the ground. He was on his feet, in a catcher position and you were sitting on your bottom with your knees to your chest. He still had his arm wrapped around your waist, you could see his arm rise and fall with how rapid you were breathing. After the mimic was out of sight he started leading you in an unknown direction.

“I’m kinda freaking out right now,” you said shakily.

“I'm sorry I know this is a lot. You came to my tent and told me to meet up at the spot. I didn’t realize it was the mimic until it was something weird until I came into the woods wandering around looking for you,” he said.

“Why are you acting so nonchalant about this, I feel like I’m losing my mind,” you said.

“I’m sorry I can’t explain everything right now but trust me we need to keep going,” he said, it made you nervous to see how scared he was but you held your ground.

“I’m not going to follow you blindly into the woods. I don’t even know what we're running from, the safest place for us is the camp so-” you started but were interrupted.

“YOU don’t know what’s at stake here. This thing is dangerous, like crazy strong and fast not only that it changes forms so you never know what it really looks like. I really want a chance to be able to take you to the formal and I won’t be able to if we're dead. So I beg of you, blindly follow me and I promise I’ll show you why you’ll trust me to do it again,” he said quietly into your ear before pulling you by the arm, safe to say you didn’t have much to say after that.

#teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x y/n #teen wolf stiles #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #stiles stilinksi imagine #teenwolf #teen wolf fanfiction #scott mccall #lydia martin #isaac lahey #teen wolf movie #teen wolf 2023 #teen wolf movie fanfic #the last of us

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tbmunson · 1 year

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Silent Confessions - Isaac Lahey x GN!Reader

Summary: You patch Isaac up after his dad's punishment.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse/violence/blood.

WC: 800ish

@ashes-writing ILY Bestie! Thank you for helping hatch this idea it turned out, in my opinion, super fucking cute and fluffy!

You'd stepped out onto the back porch of your parent's house to light your cigarette, a habit you'd been trying to kick. The stick was between your lips, your fingers just about to light the flame when the sound of running distracted you. You looked up and saw a bruised, beaten, and slightly bloody Isaac Lahey.

He had jumped the fence and was headed straight towards you, breathless.

You gave him a bittersweet smile and removed the cigarette from your mouth, placing it back in the pack without a word. You knew what happened. "Come on, let's get you inside." You sighed, wrapping an arm around him.

He leaned into you, letting you help support him all the way up the stairs and into your bathroom.

You sat him down on the edge of the tub before making your way around the small space, gathering the supplies you'd need to care for him.

He sat silently, watching your feet as his head hung low. He only looked up when you came to a stop in front of him.

You took his chin in your hand and tilted his head from side to side, taking in the damage with a small sigh. You refused to ask him what happened, mainly because you knew that his father was the answer, and you didn't want to make him talk about it.

You let go of him and grabbed the cloth, dabbing it in peroxide. "This is going to sting." You rested your hand on his face again, gently guiding him to the angle you needed him to be at.

He winced a bit at first, reaching out and gripping your hips like he'd done a hundred times before.

You cleaned the small wounds and wiped the dirt and sweat accumulated from running the three blocks to you. "There's glass in your hair, Isaac." You said, picking the small shards from his curls.

"It's from the picture frame he shoved my head into." His voice was low. He wasn't sure you'd heard him until your body stiffened. He noticed you breathe a bit harder but appreciated you not pressing.

You ran your fingers through his hair until you were sure all the glass was gone. "Why don't you stay here tonight?" You offered, stepping closer and wrapping him in a hug.

His head rested against your stomach as his arms wound around your waist. "Thank you."

You kissed the top of his head and held him for just a few more moments before stepping back. "You can shower. You've still got clothes in my room. I'll bring them for you." You neglected to tell him you slept in them most nights.

He nodded and let you go before standing.

You heard the water turn on as you gathered his clothes. You thanked yourself for washing them earlier that day as you walked back down the hall. "Can I come in?" You called, hand resting on the knob.

"Yeah." He called back as he pulled his blood-stained shirt over his head. He looked over at you as you stopped in the doorway.

"Sorry. Thought you'd be in the shower already." You nodded towards the curtain that was half open. You looked down his body, biting your lip to keep from mentioning the bruise that was forming on his ribs.

He looked down and his shoulders sagged before he closed his eyes, fighting tears.

You sat his clothes on the counter and stepped up to him. You reached up, resting a gentile hand on his shoulder, the other on his side. You silently pulled him into your body, pushing his head to rest on your shoulder.

His body shook against yours as he squeezed you, letting his emotions out. He sniffled and pulled away; eyes still wet as he looked down at you. "I come here because I feel safe with you, you know?"

Your heart swelled and deflated all at once. You were so happy that he felt like he could come here when he needed to, but you hated that he didn't feel the same way about his own home. "I'm glad you do."

His face came closer to yours. His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and back.

Your stomach dropped and your head spun at the silent confession. You looked at him for a moment before you decided to pull him into you. You pressed your lips lightly against his, careful not to kiss him hard enough that his lip would split again.

He pulled back and smiled a bit as he looked down at the floor.

"You're wasting all the hot water you know." You joked, hands falling down his body before resting at your sides. "Shower and I'll get some snacks and a movie ready." You added. nodding towards the shower.

He nodded and watched as you stepped towards the door, still smiling to himself.

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chaostrifeandpain · 16 days

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The pack playing Just Dance!

Scott and Stiles: they have so much fun. They don’t even care about the scores, but it won’t stop them from making fun of each other for losing

Lydia: figures out the dance patterns and gets an almost perfect score

Liam: waiting for someone to lose so he can have a turn

Isaac: actually tries but gets frustrated when he messes up (Scott has to calm him down)

Kira: somehow wins the difficult levels, but loses the easy ones

Malia: gets confused by the movements and throws the remote at the tv

Derek: only moves the remote and wins

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bingbongsupremacy · 4 months

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Fall Out

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Summary: Your relationship with Isaac grows more and more strained as the days go by. Will he finally tell you what's going on?

*Not Proof Read*

I don't believe I mention anything gender specific. If I did, please let me know and I can fix it.

ABC List

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He still hasn't called or texted me.

It's been almost a week. I've given up trying to message him first. I'm lucky to get a response anymore. No matter what I do, I can never talk to him. He avoids me at school. I don't know if it's intentional or not. It's hard to tell. He never comes over anymore.

We used to like going out to the park on full moons to watch the sky and stars. Not anymore. That stopped about two months ago.

When he does talk to me, it doesn't make any sense. Just stuff about staying inside or not being out at night.

Maybe it's something with his personal life? I've never met his dad, I just know he's not a fan of him. He's always been very secretive about his family life, something that hasn't changed over the course of our two year relationship.

I don't know what to think. Part of me doesn't want to believe that he could be capable of cheating on me, but the other part wonders. He was so sweet when we met.

I pull on my jacket, preparing to step out into the cold air. I've been avoiding Isaac's warnings. Sure, there have been some sketchy things going on at night but usually that's only around the high school. I doubt anything would happen at a lacrosse game.

It only takes a few minutes before I'm at the school. I find an empty seat towards the middle of the bleachers. By the time the game finishes, the sun has gone down and it's fairly dark.

Students gather onto the field to mosh put around our team. I decide against it, choosing to head back to my car.

The parking lot is quiet. Everyone is still on the field.

A growl sends shivers down my spine. I flip around, wrapping my hand around my car keys.

" Who's there? " I ask loudly.

No response.

It must just be my head.

I cautiously continue to my car. The sound of heavy footsteps running towards me catches my attention. I turn around just in time to see a man run towards the creature running at me, slamming him into a nearby car.

I let out a shriek of surprise.

That hair looks familiar...

" Isaac? " I ask in shock.

Isaac's head snaps towards me. He doesn't look...normal.

His eyes are bright yellow color. His teeth are bigger than before. He looks pissed. His nails are long and unkempt. His hand looks...furry?

What the hell?

" What are you doing here? " He spits, continuing to beat the similar looking creature.

" What the fuck is going on? " I ask, stepping away from the pair.

He's never been this violent. He hates fights and the thought of hurting someone.

Another growl sounds from somewhere near me. It sends waves of panic through my body.

Isaac seems to hear it as well. He lets go of the man in his clutch, rushing towards me. He shoves me behind him, trapping me between him and my car.

Another man with glowing eyes appears from behind one of the nearby vehicles. His friend on the floor pops up quickly, ready to attack us.

" Get in your car. " Isaac growls in a way that's so unlike the way he's talked to me in the past.

I don't hesitate to follow his direction. Once I'm in, I pull at his arm, trying to get him to follow me. Maybe we can drive away from them?

They're so close though...And their claws are so sharp...They could pop a tire.

Isaac doesn't budge, instead he lets out a growl. His shirt rips and his muscles poke through. I see his face suddenly grow more hair.

My eyes widen. What's going on with my boyfriend?

Out of the corner of my eye I see two figures run towards the angry people surrounding me. I recognize one from my P.E. class. Erica.

" Get them out of here! " Erica barks, while launching herself at one of the men.

Isaac doesn't hesitate to listen. He hops into the seat behind me, sending shivers of fear down my spine.

I have no idea what he is but I know he could kill me in one swipe.

I drive out of the parking lot as fast I can. " What the fuck? Are you...what the hell are you Isaac? " I ramble, completely scared shitless.

" Calm down you're going to crash! " Isaac shouts.

From the rear view window I see his body begin to change back. The hair from his face begins to fade away and his face morphs back to the way it was a few minutes ago.

" No! What the fuck are you doing! " My eyes flicker between the mirror and the road.

Isaac reaches from the back to grab the steering wheel. " Stop the car! " He says, panic laced in his voice.

I do as he says, scared of what he'll do if I don't. As soon as we stop I hurry out of the car. I just need to get away from him. Away from whatever's going.

" Y/N! " Isaac shouts from behind me. " Y/N stop! "

I don't listen, keeping my eyes trained ahead of me. This has to be a bad dream. People don't just have glowing eyes. Their bodies can't just change like that.

That's some movie shit.

Isaac grabs my arm.

I panic and try to shake it free. " Let go of me! "

" Listen to me! " Isaac begs.

For a second, he sounds like the same boy I new a few months ago. His eyes plead with me to stay.

I stand still. " Fine. What do you want, Isaac. "

Isaac slowly lets go of my arm. " I...Why are you out here? I told you not to go out at night. Especially alone. What the fuck were you thinking? " He asks.

" I'm pretty sure I don't have to do what you say. " I reply angrily. " I had no idea some freaks were going to attack me tonight. You don't get to question my actions, you barely fucking talk to me anymore. "

Pain flashes through Isaac's expression. " I can explain that- "

I don't let him finish. " I bet you can. Frankly, I don't want to hear it. I'm done. With you and whatever the fuck is going on with you. " I gesture to his torn shirt.

His eyes widen, fear flooding his eyes. " What? Y/N, no! Please. God, I really didn't handle this right. Please just let me explain. "

His sad expression sends a pang through my heart. It's hard to be angry with him when all I want to do is hug him and help him feel better.

Instead of doing that, I decide to hear him out. " You have 3 minutes. " I say sternly.

" Fuck, okay. " He begins. " I was bitten by Derek Hale. " He notices the confusion on my face. " He's a...he's a werewolf. I'm a werewolf. The people who just attacked you are werewolves. Look, it's a lot to say in three minutes, but I have to make sure you hear this. I am so sorry, Y/N. I'm sorry for not responding or calling you. I'm sorry for not letting you know what was going on. I guess I just wanted to protect you from all of this. " He gestures to himself and back the direction we came. " There's a lot you don't know about that's going on right now. Stuff that could kill you. I'm trying to keep you safe but I obviously didn't do it the right way. "

I search his face for any signs of lying. I can't find any.

" How long has this been going on? " I ask quietly.

" A few months. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should've told you. "

" Yes, you should have. " I sigh. I pause for a moment. " Are you going to kill me? "

His eyes widen. " Me? No I would never kill you. Fuck...I love you! " He blurts out.

My heart pounds, this time not from fear. " You what? " This is the first time he's ever told me he loves me.

" I love you. " He whispers again.

Our eyes stare into each other for a few moments before I respond.

" I love you too. "

A grin spreads across Isaacs' face.

" But that doesn't mean you don't have a lot of explaining to do. " I warn.

Isaac nods. " Of course. Let's get you home. I'll tell you everything on the way there... "

What did I just step into?

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drakoneve · 7 months

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Teen Wolf Masterlist

Requests are OPEN. Who I write for listed below the cut;

Scoot McCall

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Stiles Stilinski

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Theo Raeken

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Liam Dunbar

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Isaac Lahey

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Peter Hale

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gynnnicsworld · 8 months

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Sterek Fics (rec list)

(Personal recommendations)

[This can include a wide variation of content, from time travel, to dark fics, non-con, MPREG, etc]

Get You The Moon by; AclosedFicIsNeverRead

Words; 180K+

Ranking: 10/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

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Tags: Non-Con, emotional/psychological abuse, angs x1000, stiles needs a hug, good alpha Derek hale, TORTURE, Slow burn, Eventual Happy ending, Psycho!Theo, bad friend scott. (Etc)

Warning; Contains No Con. R4p3. A lot of suffering for Stiles. A lot of pain, traumas, pain x1000.

Summary:

The one where Derek has been gone for 6 months building a new life, finds out that Stiles is being assaulted by Theo, so he comes back to Beacon Hills to kick some serious ass and rescue the loudmouthed human who stole his heart.

(You will need ALL the tissues, but it will have a happy ending by the time all is said and done!)

Opinion; I'm not getting over this fanfic like; NEVER. God, I really CRIED, I SCREAMED, I GOT TOO EMOTIONAL IN EVERY CHAPTER, I JUST COULD NOT STOP.

I had a strong need to read non-stop until I finished it, but I finally finished it and it hurt, because now I need a continuation. It has the perfect ending but I just don't want to let this universe go, it's just wonderful and perfectly well constructed. Damn, I want to kiss the author's hands and brain, she/He/Them truly has just created one of the best fics in the fandom. This fic DESTROYS YOU but RECONSTRUCTS YOU at the same time. (Note: Scott is shit here)

Present by reillyblack

Words; 112K+

Ranking; 8/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags; A/B/O dynamics, enemies to lovers, Werewolf culture, alternative universe, scent marking, knotting, Werewolf mates, pack family, implied Mpreg, Pack politics. (Etc)

Summary;

When Stiles's best friend Scott presented as a werewolf, it was just the worst. It was front-page news, there were reporters outside his house asking him questions, and people at school stared and kept their distance or interrogated him mercilessly. Worst by far was that it meant Scott had to leave immediately to live with the werewolf pack in the mountains -- which no one knew anything about. Stiles couldn't even visit, so he only got to see Scott once a month when he came back to visit his mom. It sucked.

A year later, he presents too.

Opinion; This is probably one of those fics that you will never forget and want to read again and when you remember this fic it will bring back happy memories.

Waiting by: isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Words: 81K+ (Two shot)

Ranking: 5/5⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Possesive Derek, Compassionate Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf mates, Magic Derek Hale, Alternate Universe-Magic, Jealous Derek. (etc)

Summary:

Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.

“Not too close, he bites.”

Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.

“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.

The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”

“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.

He looked extremely displeased.

Opinion: I had been looking for something to read and came across this gem, it is an entertaining read and once you start it is impossible to stop.

It keeps us trapped all the time in this world that the author built.

Derek finds himself stuck in his semi-transformed form, with his human mind missing, and he is considered; the beast

But no one can harm him or do anything to him because apparently he is connected to the nemeton and the city.

Then Stiles is selected in the blooding to be the new human to care for and feed the beast, but Stiles being Stiles can't keep things normal, and he changes everything.

Anthracite by LupusScintilla

Words: 106K+

Ranking: 4.5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐✨

Tags: Spark Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek hale, Slow Burn, Scott is a bad friend, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Hale Pack. (etc)

Summary:

It's been a quiet few years, and the McCall Pack has grown and settled. But, when the Hale Pack return to Beacon Hills they find Scott isn't as welcoming as they had hoped.

Soon they, Stiles, and Lydia, find out that not everything about the McCall Pack is as it has always seemed.

Opinion:Scott is shit here, so u better not read this if that bothers u.

The friendship between Lydia and Stiles is probably one of my favorite things in this fic, and I really love the Hale pack, Derek never had to stop being alpha, he really would have done an incredible job as you will see in this fanfic.

(The fics where Derek is the alpha get all my love, so this fic gets my love.) Stiles and Derek have a slow burn romantic development so be patient, but it's worth it.

Once you start reading you won't be able to stop.

Pack Wars by: Miss_aphelion

Words: 158k+

Ranking: 5/5⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Pack Dynamics. Kidnapping. Angst and Humor. Slow Build. Alternate Season/Series 03. Canon-Typical Violence. idiots being idiots.

Summary:

Scott liked to call it the Great Pack Divide of 2012.

Derek liked to call Scott an idiot.

(Or the one where Derek kidnaps Stiles to teach Scott a lesson, and ends up learning a few things himself)

Opinion:There is a warning in the Fic about Stiles being kidnapped but not really kidnapped, but moderately kidnapped, and that if that is any trigger for you please don't read it.

I personally recommend this fic, Stiles was kidnapped by fools and that's too funny because they should know that Stiles is too smart for that.

Put Down in Words by: paintedrecs

Words: 203K+

Ranking: 10/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

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Tags: Misunderstandings. Angst. Mutual Pining. Bisexual Stiles Stilinski. Demisexual Derek Hale. Alternate Universe - College/University. Alternate Universe - Human. Professor Derek Hale. College Student Stiles. Nerd Derek Hale. Musician Derek Hale. POV Alternating. Age Difference. Derek adopts a dog. Slow Build

Summary:

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

Opinion: (If you think that I put all the good fics at the beginning you are wrong haha). This fic is really soft and comforting in a way I can't explain. I had actually forgotten about this fic, but checking my bookmarks, I found it.

AND THANK GOD BECAUSE I FOUND IT. It's a really sweet but tense fic, and shit I really have to read it again.

Highly recommended.

Bake to Remember, Eat to Forget by: butyoureeyessaidyes

Words: 125k+

Ranking:4/5⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Alternate Universe - Bakery. Spark Stiles Stilinski. Magic. Memory Loss. AmnesiaTemporary. Angst. Canon-Typical Violence. Hurt/Comfort. Hurt Derek. Hurt Stiles. Panic Attacks. Boykisses

Summary:

It’s 6:18 A.M. on a Monday, and Stiles is using his thumbs to shape the fondant butt of a Winnie the Pooh sculpture. It’s the most action he’s seen in a long time.

Or the one where Stiles runs his own bakery, never locks the front door, and doesn't know he's part of a werewolf pack (until he does).

Opinion:I love bakery so combining sterek + bakery is beautiful (for me) with a little angst and memory loss and you will have a delicious fanfic that you won't be able to stop reading until you finish the last chapter.

Tell me I'm Alive by tatsukitty

Words; 37K+

Ranking; 3.5/5 ⭐⭐⭐✨

Tags; Horror body, Kidnapping, torture, panic attacks, lab rats, Mpreg, discussions of abortion, au after 5A, dub con, (etc).

Summary;

“You stayed for me?” Stiles frowned, his panic fogged brain struggling to comprehend.

“You would have stayed for me.” Derek replied seriously, as if it were solid fact. As if Stiles was a constant he didn’t have to question, a law of nature.

(Or: Post 5A, Stiles and Derek captured by the Dread Doctors and experimented on.)

Opinion; I have a thing for those fics where Derek and Stiles are each other's source of comfort and warmth, basically where they need each other. And add to that kidnapping, torture, and Derek being overpowered by his primal protective instincts towards Stiles, I really love those kinds of fics. (I know, I have a problem hahaha)

The Spaz and the Sourwolf by: TheRealDanniX

Words: 24k+

Ranking: 3/5 ⭐⭐⭐

Sumamry: When Stiles comes across something he shouldn't in the Preserve he ends up on four legs. Not that anyone in the Pack knows it's him. He's just hoping they can figure it out before anything else bad happens.

Opinion: easy to read and entertaining, it's a light read with a captivating plot. I really like "mate" stories, so Stiles and Derek being mates is definitely one of my favorite things, adding to that a bit of a plot of Stiles being cursed and turning into different animals is really cool.

Seven Years by: QueenOfAngst21

Words: 12k+

Ranking: 4/5⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Kid Fic. Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski. Fluff and angst. Mates.

Summary:

Seven years ago Stiles left Beacon Hills in the middle of the night. To them he was nothing more than a murderer now, they wouldn't even listen to him. No word for seven years, they last they heard Derek had torn out of town in search for him.

Seven years later the Sheriff responds to a shooting in progress, what he finds is an unconscious alpha on the floor, a bleeding passenger and a screaming baby in the back. The past has finally caught up to them.

Opinion; Very entertaining and truly satisfying read. I fucking loved everyone's initial shock so much, it was art.

I always love the fics where Stiles puts himself first and tells everyone to fuck off and finds love, security and family in Derek.

Stiles reunites with Scott and his pack after 7 years.

(And I love Lydia here)

The Werewolf Companion by: MargaretKire

Words:64k+

Ranking: 4/5⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Slow Burn. Lonely Derek Hale. Scent Marking. Angst with happy ending. Mates. Happy ending. Multiple orgasms. (etc)

Summary:

Stiles volunteers to be a companion for an isolated werewolf he's never met. He thought he knew way more about werewolves than it turns out he really does.

Derek didn't technically ask the Werewolf Conservation Committee for a companion human, but they insisted he have one for his mental and physical health.

Or: Derek has only had Stiles for a day, but if anything were to happen to him, he'd kill everyone in Beacon Hills and then himself.

Opinion: Derek pining for Stiles and being his number 1 protector.

Definitely seeing Derek falling in love with Stiles is my favorite thing in the world and seeing Stiles being a nervous wreck for Derek is cute.

Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill

Words: 32k (one shot)

Ranking; 4/5

Tag: Time travel. stiles trying not to ruin anything. Young Derek Hale. Paige (teen wolf). misunderstanding.

Summary:

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That's easy as pie, right? Right?

Opinion:You have to see Stiles trying not to ruin anything in the timeline but in the end he just makes what had to happen happen.

But We're Still Sleeping Like We're Lovers by: CharWright5

Words: 109k+

Ranking: 4/5⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags:Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known. Alternate Universe - everyone is a werecreature. werecoyote!stiles. Werewolf!Derek. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics. alpha!Derek. Omega!Stiles. Stiles and Malia are twins. Derek and Scott are Brothers. Mating Cycles/In Heat

Summary: There are several things Stiles Stilinski knows to be facts: he's a werecoyote like his parents; his twin sister Malia could use a filter more than him; he's an Omega and terrified of his upcoming heat; and Derek Hale-McCall will never see him as anything more than his kid brother's best friend. Doesn't stop Stiles from asking the Alpha to help him during his heat. Or from developing some serious feelings that go beyond the bedroom. Basically, he's totally screwed, in more ways than one.

opinion: One thing I recognize about this fic is that the author put Stiles and Malia as siblings, and I think that tag goes well with them.

I like those fics where Derek and Scott are brothers, and I love when all that awkwardness happens between Scott and Stiles due to the fact that his brother is fucking his best friend. If you share that taste with me, this is your fic.

Don't Kiss and Tell by: Hedwig221b

words: 5k+

Ranking: 5/5

Tags: One-Sided Derek Hale/Paige. Alternate Universe - High School. Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski are the Same Age. Unrequited Love. Derek Hale Being an Asshole. Stiles Stilinski Being an Asshole but not to each other. Secret Relationship. Jealous Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Paige has finally got the boyfriend she always wanted. The only thing is, said boyfriend doesn't touch her, doesn't kiss her and spends all his time with Stiles Stilinski. You'd think they were dating, or something...

Opinion: This is a pretty shitty fic and you end up saying "oh shit, poor Paige" because she didn't deserve that manipulation.

although here I discovered that I could read a story where Derek and Stiles are villains but as long as they love each other I read it happily.

You Lunatics! by charmingplanes

words: 139k+

Ranking 5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Mates. Kidnapping. Kidnapped Stiles. disappearences. Mystery. Pack Dynamics. Pack Feels. Pack Family. Magical Stiles Stilinski. Alpha Derek. Possessive Behavior. Possessive Derek. submissive stiles. Panic Attacks. Dubious Consent

Summary: Scott went missing and Stiles is doing everything he can to find him but after year gone people are caring less and less. Nobody listens to him anymore. So Stiles has to go alone to find him. And find him he will!

But the wolf finds Stiles first.

Before he can process what is happening, Stiles is trapped with a madman deep in the forest surrounded only by his crazy followers, who are sporting some serious claws and canines, if he's seeing correctly.

And Scott is there too.

Stiles needs to get the both of them out as soon as possible, before madman Derek returns and bites his head off.

He just need to convince his best friend to leave these lunatics behind. That's all.

He needs a plan.

Opinion:

Okay, warning again: kidnapping and a little (a lot) of possessive behavior. (Stiles tries to escape a few times.)

Here you feel a little more of real kidnapping and Stiles' fear.

But for some reason I like these fics, I have shit to fix in my head probably. Well you've been warned, there's a bit of Stockholm here…I guess.

It's where My demons hide by; littleredridinghunter

Words: 167k+

Ranking: 100/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Warning; Contains No Con. R4p3. A lot of suffering for Stiles. A lot of pain, traumas, pain x1000.

(If you can't stand this type of reading, don't read it, it's really hard to read, but it's worth it in the end.) ***READ THE TAGS AND WARNINGS PLEASE, IF YOU READ IT IS AT YOUR OWN RISK***

Summary:

Stiles was used to his life going to hell. He'd just never expected it to be quite so literal.

When Rafael McCall returns to Beacon Hills after a five year absence it brings back lots of unhappy memories for Stiles, he'll do whatever he can to keep his secrets buried in order to protect those closest to him.

With Rafael's return Stiles discovers that secrets are always revealed, even if this particular time it's because of supernatural interference.

Opinion: But really this fic is beautiful at the end, well, mainly at ¾ of the end you can start to breathe in peace.

The love, patience, and support that the entire pack gives Stiles is something really nice, I'm really getting addicted to these kinds of stories where everyone is Stiles' protector. Because YES, Stiles definitely deserves all the love in the world.

And all the slow burn between Stiles and Derek is really slow... But it's worth it in the end. While you will really enjoy reading Derek totally and hopelessly in love with Stiles and vice versa.

I really don't want to give spoilers, but I advise you to have the clinex ready and something to hit, because believe me, you are going to need it.

Good luck with this fic, it's beautiful but it's a long and painful journey to the happy ending.

It's all part of the master plan by: littleredridinghunter

words; 167k+

Warning; Contains No Con. R4p3. A lot of suffering for Stiles. A lot of pain, traumas, pain x1000.

Summary:

Stiles is taken to the Argent's basement. When he comes out he knows his life will never be the same again.

The extent at which that night changes his life becomes glaringly obvious as time goes on.

Can the pack help him heal? Or will they fail to be there for him when he needs them the most?

Opinion: You guys are really going to hate Derek, you're going to hate him, you're going to love Erika and Void, but it's going to be a little hard to forgive Derek, but He was a total idiot.

Just remembering makes me very angry… good luck, you can send me a DM to talk about this fic and the previous one…. PS: I love the author of these fics, I have a big crush, I'm literally in love with all of his/her/their works. But you guys are going to hate those assholes who torture stiles.

Fix Fics (teen wolf movie)

We'll take on the World by: LookinfForatardis

Words: 20k+

Ranking: 5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Kid Fic. Fix-it for Teen Wolf: The movie 2023. True Mates. Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents. (etc)

Summary:

Derek grew quiet, eyes searching Stiles’ face. “It’s called True Mates.”

“Do you think we…” he started, but cut himself off. He wasn’t sure he wanted an answer.

“Maybe,” Derek nodded anyway, eyes cast down. Their hands were intertwined on the bed where they sat, and Stiles traced Derek’s knuckles with his fingers.

“How would we know?”

Derek sighed and leaned over to rest his head against Stiles’ shoulder. “There’s always a sign."

Opinion: The author of this fic made a small universe where she/he shows us the dynamics in the Hale-Stilinski family, shows us Eli's growth, the typical problems of a family, and all the domesticity you can imagine.

I will never thank fic authors enough, because they put a band-aid on our hearts.

Eternally grateful to them for allowing us to read a little of their/her/his talent and for fixing the shitty movie that was THAT movie.

What comes After by:Katefkndoes

Words: 8K+

Ranking: 5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Scott is not a bad friend but Stiles is not charitable to him. Teen Wolf Movie. Spoilers. Fix It. Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things. Alpha Derek Hale. That Movie should be burned with fire. Eli Hale deserves nice things

Opinion: I simply couldn't stop crying throughout the entire fic, but in each chapter it was a cry for different reasons, in the first one it definitely destroyed me and I cried with Stiles and Eli for Derek's death, in the second I cried with Stiles for hope, and in the third I cried with happiness....I can't say much about this fic, because you really should read it.

i thought that was just a myth by: LookinfForatardis

Words: 8k+

Ranking: 5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Fix-It. True Mates. Angst. Angst with a Happy Ending. Getting Together. Love Confessions. Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents. Inspired by Orpheus and Eurydice (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore)

Summary:

When Stiles gets the call, he doesn't hesitate. There has to be a way to save Derek - he knows it in his gut. When the research points to one answer, Stiles has to hope that his gut is right, that it's always been right, and that Derek feels the same. Because if he does, then Stiles has a chance to save him.

A terrifying chance that requires Stiles not look at Derek once, but it's a chance nevertheless.

Opinion:What can I say? READ THAT FIC NOW, because it's really beautiful and totally worth it.

True Ending by: beargrove

Words: 1k+

Ranking: 4/5

Tag: Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents.

summary:

Derek is looking at him, incredulous. “You’re staying?”

Stiles stares at him like he’s an idiot, “You magic’d an us baby and then didn’t tell me for 15 entire years of his life. I’ve missed 15 years, you’ve made me into a deadbeat dad and I didn’t even know about it.”

Opinion: This is fucking funny, you need to read it.

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Yes, they are not all the fics I have read and I still have more to recommend but honestly guys, I'm tired for today.

I'll make another rec list later but while that happens, I'll leave these with you.

I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed reading them, please message me if you want to talk about the fics or sterek in general.

@fizzie-0 (hiii, ready!)

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loonylupinblack3 · 7 months

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Masterlist

hey, my name is alice and i write fanfiction <3

Who I Write For - list of ships and x readers that i will write for

requests are open <3

all my fics are from various platforms.

MARAUDERS ERA

It's a Date - (complete) jegulus, 1.8k, sirius getting regulus and james together (on ao3 and tumblr)

How it Could Have Gone - (complete) wolfstar, 10.6k, raising harry?? very heavy fic (on ao3)

Scream - (complete) jegulus, 16.1k, scream au (on ao3 and wattpad)

Sun and the Star - (wip) jegulus, chapters 2/?, werewolf au (on ao3)

Mine - (complete) regulus black x reader, 129.3k, enemies to lovers (on wattpad)

I Love You - (complete) barty crouch jr x reader, 1.4k, angsty (on tumblr)

Wretched - (complete) barty crouch jr x reader, 600 words, inspired by that one tik tok audio (on tumblr)

Black brother angst - (complete), regulus pov 690 words, canon complaint (on tumblr)

TEEN WOLF

Insatiable - (complete) Stiles Stilinski x reader, 52.5k, void/stiles (on wattpad)

Just Us - (complete) isaac lahey x reader, 86.7k, witch!reader (on wattpad)

Void - (complete) void/stiles x reader, 1.9k, villian gets the girl (on tumblr)

FORMULA ONE

Wrong Number - (wip) charles leclerc x reader, chapters 39/100, social media au, (on wattpad)

f1 grid reacting - (complete) reacting to you accidentally telling them you love them, 490 words, carlos x reader, charles x reader, lando x reader (on tumblr)

All For Nothing, After Everything - (complete) charles leclerc x reader, 2 parts, angst (on tumblr)

OTHER

Jess Mariano x Reader - (complete) 1.1k, gilmore girls, (on tumblr)

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dropofbittersea · 2 months

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Stiles is a first-class citizen of the Kingdom. He’s held in the highest regard and treated as a precious doll. Stiles thinks he’s a prisoner. He’s watched every waking and sleeping moment of the day to make sure he maintains the proper decorum of an Omega.

When he’s gifted to Alpha Lord Hale, he thinks his days of a lonely, lustful Omega are over. But there’s nothing ‘sexy’ about his marriage, not when the sex is observed. It’s a function to further an elite bloodline. It’s a ritual—The Ritual—with privacy sheets and attendants who witness the pathetic joining between an Alpha and his Omega.

Stiles is destined to never feel a hard cock in his hand, not even his own. He’ll never have an orgasm and never have that aching emptiness deep within him filled. Or will he? 😉

COMPLETE!

#derek hale #sterek #stiles stilinski #fanfic #teen wolf #ao3 #multichapter #abo dynamics #a/b/o verse #a/b/o dynamics #alpha!derek #omega!stiles #erica reyes #isaac lahey #vernon boyd

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mayfieldss · 1 year

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Fake - Isaac Lahey | Part nine

series masterlist

Warnings: language

AN: I'm crying this is the final part, thanks to everyone for sticking with the story, ily all. (New Isaac series coming soon idk...)

Y/N,

I'm sorry that I hurt you. I'm an idiot for not seeing it sooner, how you felt about me. And how I feel about you. I don't know how you can love me, I'm annoying. I fidget with everything, and I have a habit of saying too much or in this case, not enough.

I should have told you how I felt sooner, but deep down, I don't think I believed that I deserved to love you. But I do, love you I mean. I'm sorry, that I fucked this up, ruined us. But I'm not sorry that I loved you till I couldn't breathe.

I hate that I can't sit still for more than a minute, it bothers me that I'm so mean sometimes, and I hate that I can't see what's right in front of me. I hate all of my habits, Y/N, but I happen to love you.

I'm sorry,

Isaac.

Isaac didn't know what he was doing. The sky was grey outside as if reflecting his mood to the rest of the world, and his feet carried him back and forth across the carpet of his room. He refused to read back what he wrote on the paper. If he did, it would ruin the compulsiveness of it all. He would hate every word. It would end in piles of paper on the floor, all in little crushed balls, the words they held never good enough. Isaac's first attempt would be the one he would give you. He felt it would be the greatest truth. After all, it was all his wild and rapid thoughts. Editing would ruin the truth in it.

There was a question that plagued Isaac's mind, however. would he hurt you more in doing this? If he gave you the letter, would you truly cast him out of your life forever? Was he clingy, annoying, and needy? He thought about tearing the paper up, ripping it into a million pieces, and never showing you. Never telling you everything on his mind. And then he came to his senses. Not communicating with you had caused this mess in the first place, and not telling you how he felt sooner had torn the both of you apart. Isaac put the letter in an envelope that took forever to find and sealed it inside. He didn't know exactly how he would get the letter to you. He didn't know if he would read it aloud or let you scan the words without him there. He just knew you had to have it.

In the end, after much deliberation, Isaac came to a decision. He had a lacrosse game tonight, a home game that Isaac doubted you would attend. He'd pushed you too far this time, and somehow, he knew you wouldn't be in the stands waiting. It wasn't like the last time you'd planned not to come and then showed up anyway. You weren't coming to this game, no matter how many prayers Isaac sent to the sky above. So, Isaac decided the only chance he had was to slip the letter into your locker. That way, he gave you the choice. You could read it and discover the depth of Isaac's affections, or you could dispose of it and continue on your quest to never speak to Isaac again. Isaac hoped you would give him the chance. If you did, maybe you would find it in yourself to forgive him. Maybe, even love him again.

The letter fell at your feet as people milled around you, heading toward the exits of the school. The day was over, and the rush of people racing to get home, perhaps to prepare for the lacrosse game to come that night, was overwhelming. You watched helplessly as it was trampled over by one, two, three, people, before finally you could reach down and take it in your hands. The paper was crinkled, and there was the light sketch of a muddy shoeprint now across the envelope. Even so, the letter was clearly addressed to you. Your name is messy letters across the back of the envelope. In Isaac's handwriting.

You thought over throwing it away, tossing it back down to the floor where it could be trampled over repeatedly, just as your heart had been whilst you loved Isaac. Your thumb ran across your name on the paper, and even though you were trying your best to leave Isaac behind, this was too intriguing to ignore. Isaac was never good with words unless they came in the form of sarcasm or smart comments. Slowly, you opened the envelope, the edges of it tearing as you tried to remove the content from within. You pulled out the piece of paper from inside and unfolded it carefully as if it were a bomb that could go off any minute. And then, you stood staring.

But once, he'd loved Allison, too. And there was always the chance that he still felt for her as he felt for you now. Second best was something you'd grown used to in Isaac's life, but if this was a time when you got to come first, you weren't going to share the podium. Slowly, you folded the letter and let it slide into the pocket in the back of your jeans. You needed time to think, and though every part of you was reeling, you held composure and made your way to the exit.

Isaac's handwriting, the messy scrawl of his heartfelt thoughts, and the things he felt toward you were laced on the paper. You could hear his voice in your mind as your eyes danced across the words, you could hear him laughing, singing, and shouting as you lent against your locker. Isaac loved you; it was here like a promise on paper, written in bleeding ink that stained the pages of your mind. He loved you. He loved you.

When you arrived home, the temperature dropped significantly. The sun was low, and the heat of it had dispersed from the air, leaving you to feel cold and alone as you made your way inside. Your room was as messy as your mind, and for some reason, you were overcome with the urge to clean it as you thought over the very compelling words Isaac had delivered you.

You could list a million reasons why you should leave Isaac behind, the top on said list being that you'd cried yourself dry over said boy more than once. But then again, that was love. Screaming, crying, and laughing until you were deemed insane, driven mad by affection, and passion. And you were still undeniably in love with the boy. That feeling couldn't simply fade.

By the time your clothes were folded, all your things in their collective places and your bed made, you had in turn made up your mind.

So, with a clean room and a racing heartbeat, you put on your coat and stepped into the cold.

The sun had set by the time Isaac and the rest of the lacrosse team ran onto the field, and as always, they were met by the cheers of their peers, parents, and friends. All but you, of course. Isaac listened hard but came up with nothing. He couldn't hear any trace of you in the stands, under the bleachers or anywhere in his vicinity. You hadn't shown, just as Isaac expected. He didn't deserve your praise and cheers after all. He wasn't your hero anymore, and perhaps he never was.

Scott gives Isaac a look from across the field. The boy knows he's distracted, he can probably sense the depression rolling off of Isaac in waves, and in true Scott fashion, he's concerned. Most likely, Scott and Stiles have already pieced together the puzzle that is Isaac's, broken heart. Maybe they voted on giving Isaac an intervention, a holiday away, or even grief counseling. He wouldn't be surprised, to say the least.

What is the cure for a broken heart? Food? Friends? A good cry? More so, what is the cure for a heart broken by Y/N L/N? Isaac doesn't believe there is one. No pain could be worse, and no band-aid could hold him together long enough for him to get over you. Not completely.

All Isaac can think of to do, is absolutely obliterate his opponents. Perhaps if he sees the opposing team members writhing on the ground, he'll feel better. So, that's what Isaac does. He bashes into one player after another, the loud whacks of each body colliding with his sending 'oohs' and 'ahh's' through the crowd. It's brutal and most definitely against the rules to some extent, but Coach Finstock doesn't take him off the field, because they're winning. Isaac is winning. The coach of the opposing team doesn't make a move either, almost as though he is too afraid of Isaac's wrath to argue. Good. Isaac needs this. It's most certainly a character flaw on his part, but he's heartbroken and in honesty could not care less. Perhaps he cared so much for you that he ran out of compassion for the rest of the world.

So, Isaac goes in for another attack, the other player heading down the field in the opposite direction from his team's goal, consumed by the fear of the werewolf, chasing him. Not that he knows Isaac's true capabilities, though the terrified expression on the boy's face could convince even Isaac that he does.

The crowd is shouting profusely, knowing what is about to befall the player Isaac is pursuing, but no one runs to stop the assault. It's a game after all, and if the coaches and referee deem it fairly played, so be it. Isaac is almost on top of the boy when he stops. It's as if something possesses him, freezing him in his tracks. He stumbles as he does so, the force at which he stopped his pace swaying him forward, but he's still on his feet and so is the other player.

Isaac hears something, a familiar beat rounding the corner. It's fast paced, nervous, and as Isaac turns to face the sound, he sees who the particular heartbeat belongs to.

You stand there fiddling with your hands, eyes scanning the field until they meet with his. There's a silent communication in that moment, and Isaac knows you've read the letter. You've seen into the mess that is his mind, and it terrifies him. He watches as you move forward, his heart beating out of his chest, first a walk, and then faster, all whilst Isaac is frozen to the spot both of awe and fear. The game around him comes to a pause as you make your way onto the field, stepping in front of players’ mid game. Isaac can hear those in the crowd muttering in confusion and frustration, he wants them all to shut up so he can focus on you. He just wants to focus on you.

It takes a while for you to reach him, the field is huge and it's hard to cover ground, even at the pace you’re going, but there is a part of Isaac that thinks he is seeing everything in slow motion. Like his anxiety is playing tricks on his mind.

It's not long before you're standing within arm’s reach of him, waiting for a reaction. Isaac's eyes scan over you, taking in the moment so that perhaps he can find it in himself to breathe again. You're staring him down, and he can sense fear in the beat of your heart, as if you think Isaac might not want to see you. In your hand is the letter, firmly grasped as if you are incapable of letting it go. Perhaps you came to give it back to him.

"Hi."

It's a relief for Isaac to hear your voice, even more so the fact that you are speaking to him. He never thought that would happen again.

"Hi." Isaac is sweating, nerves boiling over as he parrots your greeting. All he can do is watch as you glance down to the letter, and he's sure you're about to give it back when you look up at him once more.

"I'm not Allison."

Those three words burn like a hot poker, and Isaac despises the fact that he made you think you had to be someone you're not for him to care. He cares more than he thinks you will ever know.

"I don't want you to be." The words come easy, sliding from his lips with a thousand emotions, a potion of truth.

"You promise?"

"I promise."

And somehow, that's enough. The field is quiet, so is the crowd, and Isaac knows you're trying to ignore their stares, but that doesn't stop you from kissing him. It reminds him of the first time, standing in the hallway with everyone watching, the first time he truly let himself feel everything for you. His mind goes back to the day on this very same field, where it was just you and him under the floodlights with no one else to see. But most of all Isaac is focused on now. It's the first time his lips have met yours in a moment unplanned, an impulse that proves just how powerfully his heart beats for you. He doesn't waste a second in kissing you back, relishing in the feel of your arms around his neck, and just how close you are to him after being apart.

You break away only when you hear Stiles shouting, his voice recognisable anywhere. He's yelling out comedic lines straight out of a movie, teasing the both of you with 'get a rooms' and 'break it up lovebirds' but he's clapping for you through it all like a child.

Isaac ignores him, bringing a hand up to tilt your face back his way. He wants you smiling at him, not a Stilinski.

"So, we're really doing this?" Isaac can't help the way the words come out in a whisper, but he's so close you to he knows that you hear them. You're looking up at him, and he can feel your heart racing, he knows his is doing just the same.

"For real this time?"

Isaac smiles, hand on your cheek "For real this time."

AN: screaming, crying, throwing up rn omg.

TEEN WOLF TAGLIST: @arignipanja574

ISAAC LAHEY TAGLIST: @noonesheren @lselnerys @anonymouslyheresblog @anitdot @d34d-4c1d @lnnlove

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GENERAL TAGLIST: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreads