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fanfic-wonderland · 1 year

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NOTHING CHANGES ANYTHING {TEEN WOLF}

Synopsis: Penny Brooke is an ordinary sixteen-year-old girl; with an ordinary family, ordinary friends, and a plain old ordinary life. Nothing unusual seems to happen until her all-time crush and best friend, Scott McCall, gets bitten by a werewolf. From that moment on, Penny and her friends find themselves living through dangerous events happening at Beacon Hills, and all of their lives turn upside down...

**This is a rewriting of my old Teen Wolf fanfic of the same name.**

Word count: 2.2k

Ch.1 | Ch.2

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CHAPTER TWO: THE NEW GIRL

The next morning, when I arrived at school, I spotted Stiles sitting down on a bench outside, his eyes glued to his phone screen. "Hey." Setting my backpack aside, I sat down next to him.

"Hello, Penny," he said without looking up. "How are you on this fine morning?"

"Oh, I'm great. The morning air really hits the spot, you know?" I said sarcastically. "How did your little 'investigation' go last night?"

He gave a small shrug. "Oh, well, you know, it could've gone better, I guess. We didn't find anything too interesting."

"So, no body, then?”

“No body, unfor—” Stiles looked up this time with wide eyes. "Wait, how do you—”

“Scott told me.”

“Goddammit,” He groaned. "No wonder he was being so lame last night. 'Stiles, this is dangerous, maybe we should go back’, 'Stiles, I need a good night’s sleep for tomorrow's lacrosse practice’, 'Stiles, I'm severely asthmatic—”

“Well, maybe you should learn a thing or two from him,” I cut him off, punching him in the arm. He winced in pain. "Who in their right mind thinks 'I'm going to find a dead body today’ and then actually drives up to the crime scene? Do you know how risky that is?”

“Okay, jeez!” Stiles was still rubbing the spot where I had hit him. "It’s not like any of us died, anyway. All Scott did was get bit by something.”

My mouth fell open at his words. "What? Wha- what do you mean he got bitten by something, what could've possibly bitten him?"

He shrugged. "Beats me. He told me this morning. Didn't he tell you?"

“No.” I ran a hand through my hair. That little shit didn't tell me anything.

But, before any of us could say anything else, Scott suddenly appeared by my side. "Hey, guys."

"Hey," I said while standing up, Stiles doing the same. "Glad to see you’re alive and fully well.”

He rolled his eyes once he noticed the sarcasm in my words. "Stiles told you, didn't he?”

“Yup.”

"Well, I thought you had told her already.” Stiles said defensively.

Scott looked at me directly. "I didn't want to worry you.”

"Oh, please," I scoffed, ignoring the mess of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "You just didn't want to admit that I was right about this entire thing.”

"That as well." He admitted with a nod.

“So,” Stiles said, prolonging the vowel while burying his hands in his jacket pockets. "Let’s see it.”

Scott didn't say anything else. He looked around, and when he made sure that no one was paying attention to us, he slowly lifted his shirt up, revealing a piece of gauze taped on the right side of his abdomen, just above his waistline. The gauze was white but you barely noticed with the blood that had seeped through it.

"Whoa,”

“Oh my God,”

My eyes widened as I looked back up at Scott. ''How did that even happen?''

''Well, Stiles left me behind at one point—" I glared at Stiles and he stared at me before smiling innocently. “—And while I was looking for him, well, something appeared out of nowhere and... I got this,'' He finished his explanation. "It looked like some sort of wolf, and then after it fled, I heard it howling."

Stiles huffed. "Doubt it. There haven't been wolves around Beacon Hills for like sixty years, why would they be back now?”

“Regardless, of what bit you, it looks pretty bad,” I said, still staring at the wound and not at all staring at the exposed part of his abs. "And besides, it was all in vain, so I hope you’re happy.”

Scott suddenly smirked. "Actually it wasn't,” When Stiles and I stared confusedly at each other, he said, "Before that thing attacked me, I found the body.”

Stiles and I gasped in synchronization, while also taking a step forward at the same time. "How?”

"When I was looking for my inhaler,” Scott answered. "It was… terrifying finding it, to say the least.”

"Dude, this is great!" Stiles exclaimed. I gave him a puzzled look. "You found it before anyone, now we can go and tell my dad about— Oh my God.”

Scott and I followed Stiles’ gaze, only to find a redheaded girl wearing red lipstick and a very expensive-looking dress as she walked gracefully in the school’s direction. "Hey, Lydia, you look—” Stiles greeted her but Lydia walked past him without even acknowledging his presence. "—like you’re about to ignore me… as always.”

Scott patted his shoulder. "You’ll get over her.”

“Sure, It’s not like I’ve been in love with her since third grade.” Stiles said sarcastically. "You know what? I blame the both of you for her ignoring me. Scott’s dragging me down to his nerd depths and Penny can be a pain in the ass with her know-it-all attitude.”

"Okay, and what are you, then?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow and folding my arms over my chest.

“I'm obviously awesome.”

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''As you all know," Our English teacher began while writing something on the chalkboard. "there indeed was a body found in the woods last night.”

I caught sight of Scott and Stiles exchanging proud looks with each other and rolled my eyes, turning back to the incomplete doodle in my notebook.

"And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened.” He finished writing. 'KAFKA’S METAMORPHOSIS’ read on the board. "But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus—” everyone in the classroom groaned. "—which is on your desk outlining this semester.”

As I glanced through the papers on my desk, I began to wonder if Scott and Stiles were dumb enough to go and talk to the suspect, and laughed quietly at the ridiculous thought. Quickly after that, I glanced up at Scott but my smile vanished as soon as I saw him. He looked alarmed, looking around as if something was happening, something that no one else was noticing. When he caught my eye, I mouthed, 'You okay?’

It took him a few seconds to react but eventually he nodded. Unconvinced, I decided to just ask him about it later.

The class went on like normal, with our teacher talking about things that most of the students didn't even care about. Some had already fallen asleep, others were doing retouches on their makeup, and a few were actually paying attention and taking notes. The back of Stiles’ head was slightly swaying back and forth, which let me know that he was about to fall asleep at any moment. But he jumped wide awake when the classroom door suddenly opened and a girl that I had never seen before walked in.

“Ah, you must be our new student.” the teacher stopped his lecture once he saw her. "Okay, everyone, this is Allison Argent and she will be joining us from now on, so please make her feel welcome. Allison, you may take a seat.”

With an awkward smile, Allison walked toward the only empty seat, which happened to be right behind Scott. As the teacher resumed with his class, I watched her getting some stuff out of her bag through the corner of my eye. As she kept searching inside it, Scott turned around and handed her a pen, to which she smiled and muttered a small, ''Thanks''.

Confusion and jealousy flowed through me, and I felt like someone had punched me in the gut once I took a better look at how his facial expressions changed drastically. His smile was so enormous that the corners of his lips almost met his ears and there was an unusual glint in his eyes that I didn't think I had seen before.

Oh my God, I thought, trying to turn my attention back to the chalkboard but failing miserably. He likes her…

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I entered the girls’ bathroom to wash my hands before heading to lunch. While I was checking myself in the mirror and making sure that I looked close to decent, I heard a toilet flush behind me, and Allison came out of one of the bathroom stalls. I couldn’t help but observe her through the mirror as she walked towards the sink next to mine and turned the faucet on, lowering my gaze before she could think that I was being creepy. We stood there in silence, the sound of the running water being the only sound filling it.

I could see the appeal. She was beautiful, with long wavy hair and skin that resembled that of Snow White’s. It didn't help that her outfit was cute as well. "How are you liking the school so far?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. I hadn't meant to start a conversation with her.

Allison turned to me and smiled. Her smile was pretty, too, and her teeth were basically perfect. "It’s good so far. People have been nice. I honestly thought it was going to be horrible.''

I nodded. "Well, It's understandable. Switching to a new school is a tough change."

"It’s the worst," she agreed. "But I’ve switched schools so many times already that I guess I’m used to it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Seconds later, she asked, "You take English with me, right? I remember you because you were talking to that weird kid sitting in front of you."

I smiled. "I do. And yes, he’s very weird but I honestly love him for that. Don’t tell him I said that, though."

She suddenly seemed worried. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know he was your boyfriend…"

I burst out laughing, maybe louder than I should have. Allison looked puzzled. "Boyfriend? No, he's not my boyfriend. God, no!"

"Oh," She let out a sigh of relief and chuckled. "Oh, okay. Sorry again, I didn't mean to assume."

"No, you’re good!” I assured her as we both exited the bathroom. "Stiles is one of my closest friends, nothing else. The day that Stiles and I date, well, I probably lost all my marbles.”

"Stiles?," she furrowed his eyebrows. "That's his name?"

"Well, that's his nickname," I clarified. "Not really sure where it came from, now that I think about it..."

"What's his real name, then?"

"Oh, well It's-" I couldn't finish the sentence because just then Scott appeared out of nowhere. ''Hey!''

''Hi.'' Allison and I said at the same time.

Both of them locked eyes instantly, probably even forgetting that I was there, too. He was almost drooling as she beamed at him, and it honestly made me want to punch both of them in the face. I cleared my throat and made my presence known, instead. ''Oh, um,'' Scott spoke up first, the two of them breaking eye contact. He turned to me with hopeful eyes. "So, I was just wondering if you minded me giving Allison a tour of the school? I mean, if she wants me to.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I forced myself to smile at him. "Of course not! Go ahead.”

I was hoping that Allison would decline his offer, but she looked way too happy to do that. "I’d like that,” She nodded then looked back at me. "I’ll see you later... uh..."

"Penny." I finished for her, still trying to keep a smile on my face.

She smiled back and then turned to Scott before joining his side. The two of them walked away, and Scott didn't even say goodbye to me.

I walked into the cafeteria feeling nauseous. Stiles was sitting by himself, carelessly devouring his food and not looking up even when I sat down in front of him. "Do you think Allison is pretty?”

He finally looked up, cheeks puffed out with food. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Who?”

“The new girl,” I reminded him and he let out an "Oh” sound. "Do you think she’s pretty?”

Stiles began to ponder before shrugging and continuing to chew. "Yeah, sure, she’s okay.”

“Scott seems to think she is —like, really pretty.”

"What do you mean?"

“Have you not noticed the way he’s been acting ever since she arrived?” I asked him. "It’s like there’s nobody else around him but her.”

Stiles let out a sarcastic laugh while taking another bite of his sandwich. "Bold of him to assume that a girl like her would ever like him back.”

"Oh, she does,” I pointed out in a flat tone. "Believe me.”

He sighed, letting what was left of his sandwich fall back onto his tray. "Okay, so maybe he’s a little bit attracted to her—”

“Oh, I don’t think It’s just a little bit,” I shook my head. "I’m talking 'Stiles-has-a-crush-on-Lydia’ level, probably.”

He gaped at me. "Already?”

I nodded slowly, the mere thought of Scott and Allison together sending a horrible shiver down my spine.

“Jesus,” He muttered. I stared down at my lap, not even feeling like talking anymore. Stiles didn't either, for a few moments, and when he spoke his tone was a bit more serious. "Look, I know it sucks to see the person you like liking someone else, but I promise you, there comes a time when you barely feel anything anymore.”

I frowned. "... Thanks? Was that your way of comforting me?”

"Well, I tried,” He said. I let out a soft laugh. It was nice of him to try; I appreciated his effort. "But hey, I'm sure your nails look prettier than hers.”

I smiled genuinely. "Thank you!”

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hersie44 · 8 months

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Teen Wolf Scenarios #1

Note: This is something short I'm doing while working on the next chapter, had to take a break due to health issues.

Characters included: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey and Liam Dunbar.

Scenario #1: How the teen wolf boys kiss you.

Derek Hale:

Derek is definitely the hot and heavy kisser, either gripping your neck or gripping your hair. He’s not very into PDA but if he’s jealous then he doesn’t care who’s around, he’s definitely kissing you until you beg him to stop or begging to continue it somewhere more private. Will have a smirk on his face as you pull him towards his car.

In his softer moments, like if you’re having a bad day or got hurt, he’s gently cupping your face and pecking your lips repeatedly. He adores that the gesture makes you smile no matter what. He will also press quick kisses to your cheek when he walks past in the loft, he's obsessed with the blush that appears on your cheeks when he does it.

Scott McCall:

A shy boy, definitely quick kisses in public and cheek kisses only. He may be an alpha but he’s still very respectful, you will have to initiate a longer kiss if you want one in public. INFINITE FOREHEAD KISSES THOUGH.

In private though? Scott can’t keep his lips to himself, his lips barely leave yours for a breath before he’s on yours again. Definitely has long make-out sessions with you in his room and is definitely down to make-out on his bike. Both will definitely turn into something else though.

Stiles Stilinski:

He’s touch starved, do not expect anything less than him begging to kiss you anywhere and everywhere. Highly possible that if you’re dating then he’s not even going to ask, he just kisses you. With his friends? Arm around you, kissing your lips, forehead, cheek, whatever he can get close to. Your friends? Doesn’t care, will do the same thing. Everyone will be complaining except the two of you.

In private? He’s worse. He’s feral. If his dad isn’t home then you’re making out on the couch, on the counter in the kitchen, or even probably one time in his dad’s office. DEFINITELY making-out in the jeep, you straddling his lap and his hands on your thighs or ass. If he can then he’s getting action, not that you mind though.

Isaac Lahey:

THE SWEETEST BOY, he’s kissing you all the time. Long, sweet kisses. After losing his first love he’s going to be clingy, kissing your cheek and your forehead whenever he can. He loves when you kiss him and it leaves a lipstick mark, he is not letting anyone clean it off.

Behind closed doors, he’s absolutely devouring your lips. He’s addicted to them, comments about how he loves the taste of them. He is leaving hickey after hickey where everyone can see them, and smiling like an idiot if you complain.

Liam Dunbar:

He is clueless but affectionate, he blushes whenever you kiss him even if it’s just on the cheek. But he will also have the biggest smile on his face. He kisses your neck when you cuddle or when he holds you from behind, he loves that it makes you smile and laugh because it’s slightly ticklish.

In private he needs a bit of direction; he asks what you like and if he can kiss you. Once you say yes then he’s kissing you like this is the last thing he will ever get to do. Hands on your waist until he gets more confident then he’s squeezing your ass, he likes to kiss and bite your neck and is very proud when he sees the marks the next day.

#derek hale #teen wolf #teen wolf stiles #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #liam dunbar #isaac lahey #teen wolf season 4 #teen wolf scenarios

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spikeghost · 1 year

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Teen Wolf AU where Stiles sees Ginger Snaps at 15 and becomes obsessed with it.

#That's me #i'm Stiles in that scenario #Stiles Stilinski #Teen Wolf #there can be werewolves #there can also not be werewolves #as long as my boy is obsessed with Ginger Snaps

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xob1tchs · 8 months

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kinktober ‘23 — 🎃

a/n; im nervous for kinktober but also excited bc if i do it…then you guys will be well fed and I won’t need to write during break and stuff 🤗 also it’s fun to write little works and oneshots based around a kink or scenario instead of having to write a whole story with like…plot 💀 anyways!!! happy spooky season 👻‼️ taglist is now closed…but if you still want to keep up with my kinktober celebration, check back on this masterlist!! all fics will be linked as they are posted 😋 u can also find all fics by searching the tag “— kinktober ‘23 🎃” on my page.

warnings; smut, angst, strong sexual themes, violent sexual scenarios, dark romance themes, all x fem!reader.

characters; ethan landry, jake sully, stiles stilinski, rafe cameron, tobias eaton/four, bruce wayne, finnick o’dair.

d-1 ; ethan landry x breeding kink (drabble)

d-2 ; stiles stilinski x somnophilia (oneshot)

d-3 ; bruce wayne x pain kink (drabble)

d-4 ; rafe cameron x size kink (oneshot)

d-5 ; jake sully x mirror sex (drabble)

d-6 ; finnick o’dair x pussy drunk (drabble)

d-7 ; four x dumbification (oneshot)

d-8 ; rafe cameron x exhibitionism (oneshot)

d-9 ; stiles stilinski x over stimulation (drabble)

d-10 ; jake sully x cunnilingus (drabble)

d-11 ; bruce wayne x age gap (drabble)

d-12 ; stiles stilinski x reverse age gap (drabble)

d-13 ; ethan landry x step sis (oneshot)

d-14 ; four x wax play (drabble)

d-15 ; finnick o’dair x submisson (drabble)

break from 16th through 20th 🎃

d-21 ; ethan landry x creampie (oneshot)

d-22 ; stiles stilinski x expeditionism (drabble)

d-23 ; jake sully x sensation play (drabble)

d-24 ; four x bondage (drabble)

d-25 ; bruce wayne x phone sex (drabble)

d-26 ; rafe cameron x sex tape (oneshot)

d-27 ; finnick o’dair x dub con (drabble)

d-28 ; four x breath play (drabble)

d-29 ; stiles stilinski x dacryphilia (oneshot)

d-30 ; bruce wayne x fear play (drabble)

d-31 ; mystery fic!?

#ethan landry smut #stiles stilinski smut #finnick odair smut #jake sully smut #rafe cameron smut #bruce wayne smut #tobias eaton smut #kinktober

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soulofapatrick · 4 months

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Falling Into You - Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader

Summary: you and stiles finally give into your unknown crush on each other

Words: 2.6K

Warning: Heated makeout session; if you squint there's dry humping

Y/N’s POV

Living with Stiles has been far from boring. Ever since my dad was killed and my younger brother - Isaac - went to live with Derek, Sheriff Noah Stilinski graciously opened his home to me. That meant living with Stiles too, and let me tell you, it has been anything but dull. Stiles has this knack for turning even the most mundane day into a storytelling session filled with the antics he and Scott get up to.

I’ve grown to love it here. The Stilinski house is like a second home, and the sheriff is like a second dad to me. He’s been incredibly supportive, especially during the tough times. And then there’s Stiles. He’s… well, he’s Stiles. Quirky, witty and always wearing that mischievous grin.

Lately, though, something’s shifted. I’ve caught myself stealing glances at Stiles when he’s not looking. His passion for solving mysteries, his loyalty to his friends—there’s something undeniably endearing about him. Maybe it’s the way he cares for everyone around him, or the way he throws himself into every insane situation without hesitation. But it's more than that. There's a warmth in his laughter, a genuineness in his concern, that makes my heart flutter a bit faster. And as much as I try to ignore it, I can't deny that a crush has been slowly blossoming.

Living under the same roof, it’s hard to keep these feelings under wraps. I find myself wanting to spend more time around him, hoping for moments where it’s just the two of us, away from the chaotic everyday that is Beacon Hills. Yet, I’m also terrified. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if it ruins our friendship or makes things awkward while living with him?

Stiles is currently sat cross legged on my bed, looking so engrossed in whatever supernatural mystery he's delving into. His dedication is admirable, even if it means sacrificing proper posture for the sake of research. I can't help but steal glances at him every now and then, admiring the furrow in his brow as he concentrates.

I wish I could tell him how I feel. But the fear of ruining what we currently have, the fear of changing the dynamic between us, it’s suffocating. So instead, I go back to focusing on my assignment, the words blurring on the page as my thought drift back to him.

The room is quiet except for the clicking of keys and the occasional muttered comment from Stiles. As I sit at my desk, trying to concentrate on the assignment in front of me, my mind wandering again—this time an entirely different scenario and it’s one that feels both exhilarating and terrifying.

I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to set aside the fear and uncertainty, to sit next to Stiles and lean in, closing the distance between us. What would it be like to press my lips against Stiles’? Would they be as soft as they look, as warm as his laugh? My heart races at the mere thought, a flurry of emotions dancing within me.

I picture the moment vividly: closing the space between us, feeling the warmth of his breath mingling with mine, and the anticipation before our lips meet. I imagine his hands, tentative yet steady, finding their place on my skin, maybe on the curve of my cheek or the small of my back. How would it feel to have his touch ignite a thousand sparks, to feel the electricity between us?

There’s a mix of longing and hesitation, the desire to experience that connection, yet the fear of disrupting the comfortable equilibrium we've found in our friendship. But in my mind's eye, it's a beautiful chaos—a leap into the unknown, a chance to explore something deeper, something that might exist beyond our late-night conversations and shared moments.

Before I can continue imagining me and Stiles the said boy breaks my thoughts, “Hey Y/N! Come here,” He speaks, excitement in his voice but his eyes never once leaving the screen.

I force myself out of the reverie, blinking away the vivid daydreams as Stiles called out to me. His excitement is palpable, contagious even, and I push aside the rush of emotions to focus on the present.

I rise from my chair, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness as I make my way to where Stiles is seated. He’s still hunched over the laptop, his attention entirely captured by the screen. With a careful step, I settle on the bed behind him, leaning over him enough to rest my chin on his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of what’s got him so intrigued.

His warmth seeps through the fabric of his shirt, radiating against my chest, a sensation I try desperately to ignore. The scent that envelopes me—a blend of old books, faint traces of motor oil and a lingering hint of coffee—should be distracting, but it’s oddly comforting. It’s quintessentially Stiles, a unique combination that feels inexplicably familiar and reassuring.

I glance at the screen, feigning interest in whatever supernatural phenomenon has grabbed his attention. But truthfully, my focus wavers between trying to understand what he’s showing me and the proximity between us. His presence feels magnetic, drawing me in, yet I fight the urge to let my thoughts drift into forbidden territory.

“Look at this,” He exclaims, pointing to a section on the screen. His enthusiasm is infectious, and for a moment, I forget the inner turmoil, getting lost in his excitement.

Stiles is engrossed in explaining something on the screen, his energy palpable. I try my best to keep up, nodding along as he talks, but the proximity between us amplifies every emotion within me.

Suddenly, he turns his head, excitement lighting up his russet eyes as he tries to make a point. His words trail off mid-sentence, and in that suspended moment, our faces are unexpected close. I feel his breath, warm against my skin, a sensation that sends a shiver down my spine.

As if in slow motion, I notice every tiny detail—the freckles scattered across his pale skin, the way his eyes dart down to my lips for the briefest moment before meeting my gaze again. My breath catches in my throat, and I’m sure he can heart the erratic beat of my heart. There's a shift in the air, an unspoken tension that crackles between us. His cheeks flush with colour, a shade of red that matches the intensity of my own emotions. I can't tear my gaze away from him, from the way his eyes flicker between mine and the way his lips part, as if searching for words that elude him.

For a moment, time seems suspended, our silent exchange speaking volumes. I feel a surge of courage and vulnerability intertwine within me, a silent plea for something more, a leap into the unknown.

But just as quickly as the moment arrives, it slips away. Stiles blinks, breaking the trance, and clears his throat, shifting slightly away. "Um, sorry, got carried away there," he stammers, his voice a tad higher than usual.

The air feels charged with an awkward tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. I try to ease the discomfort by standing up, intending to head back to my desk and salvage what’s left of our usual camaraderie. But before I can even take a step, Stiles’ hand shoots out, wrapped around my wrist in a swift motion that catches me off guard.

Caught off guard by the sudden proximity, I stumble and practically find myself in Stiles's lap. His warmth envelopes me, and for a moment, our heartbeats synchronise in a chaotic rhythm that seems to echo the unspoken emotions between us.

Stiles’ eyes lock onto mine, a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability swirling within their depths. His tongue darts out to wet his pretty pink lips, a nervous gesture that betrays the intensity of the moment. Before I can fully comprehend what’s happening, his hand finds the back of my neck, drawing me closer.

In that heartbeat before our lips meet, the world around us seems to still. His touch sends a surge of electricity through me, igniting a fire that I didn’t know was simmering within. And then, finally, our lips touch in a kiss that feels both anticipated and inevitable.

As our embrace intensifies, the laptop becomes a mere afterthought, pushed aside to make way for the burgeoning heat between us. Stiles's movements are deliberate, his hands finding my hips with a confident touch, guiding me to straddle his lap as our bodies mold together.

The kiss deepens, the connection between us sparking a newfound intensity. Stiles’ hands, warm against my skin, slip under the fabric of my teeshirt, sending shivers cascading down my spine. His touch is electric, fingers tracing patterns along my hips, a gentle yet possessive hold that ignites a fire within me. I tangle my fingers in his messy hair, feeling the soft strands between my fingertips as I tilt his head back slightly, deepening the kiss. There’s a dominance in his action, a confidence that surprises me but also excites me in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

His lips move with purpose, fervent and seeking, a silent demand for more as our breaths mingle in the shared space between us. Each movement, each touch, feels like an unspoken confession of desires long kept hidden.

My heart races as I lean into him, relishing the sensation of his lips against mine, the way his body responds to my touch. And as I lose myself in the passion of the moment, it becomes clear that Stiles, despite his usual playful demeanour, possesses a commanding presence that takes my breath away.

As the intensity of the moment heightens, Stiles’ touch remains both from and reassuring, his hands guiding me with a tenderness that contrasts his newfound dominance. With a gentle yet firm pressure, his long, nimble fingers press against my back, coaxing me to lower myself onto him. There’s an undeniable pull in his touch, drawing me closer until I’m lying atop him, our chests pressing together in a shared rhythm. Our breaths mingle in the small space between y=us, the heat of the moment making the air around us feel charged.

His chest rises and falls with each breath, syncing with mine, creating an unspoken harmony. The sensation of our bodies pressed together sends jolt through me, an electric current that ignites every nerve ending.

As I rest against him, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat against mine, a rush of emotions floods over me—desire mingled with a newfound intimacy, vulnerability meshed with a sense of comfort in this uncharted territory.

Stiles's gaze holds a mixture of passion and tenderness, a silent understanding passing between us in the shared silence. His fingers trace gentle patterns along my back, a gesture that speaks volumes, conveying a reassurance amidst the fervour of the moment. His lips part as if to speak but instead, in a very Stiles fashion, a torrent of words spill out in a hurried stream.

“I-I've wanted to do this for so long, and I'm sorry, I should've asked, I mean, I wanted to ask, but then this moment happened, and I just... I didn't want to ruin it, but I should’ve—" He babbles, the words tumbling out faster than I can comprehend. His apology mixes with an admission that he’s wanted this as much as I have, and amidst his rambling, I can’t help but laugh softly, finding the sudden flood of words endearing.

Before his apologies and explanations can continue, I decide to silence him the best way I know how. With a gentle yet decisive motion, I cup his face in both hands, capturing his lips in a kiss that speaks volumes, stealing away his words and replacing them with the silent language of our shared desires.

The kiss is deliberate interruption, a way to convey everything I’ve been feeling in a single moment. It’s a tender yet firm assertion, an assurance that words are unnecessary amidst the eloquence of our connection.

As our lips meet, I feel a shift in the air, the nervous energy dissipating into something more serene. Stiles’ initial surprise melts into a reciprocated warmth, and soon, the kiss becomes a dance of shared affection and unspoken apologies. In that suspended moment, the kiss becomes a story of its own—a narrative of unspoken emotions conveyed through the gentle meeting of our lips. Stiles's initial surprise gives way to a newfound ease, his lips molding against mine with a familiarity that feels surprisingly natural yet exhilaratingly new.

His touch, tender yet assured, ignites a cascade of sensations. His hands explore, tracing the contours of my back, sending tingles racing along my skin. There’s a delicate balance in his touch, a mix of reverence and longing that speaks volumes about the dept of his emotions.

As our kiss deepens, I’m enveloped in a whirlwind of emotions. Stiles’ lips against mine feel like a discovery—a blend of softness and fervour, an unspoken language that surpasses any verbal communication. Each movement of our lips is a revelation, a testament to the unspoken connection between us. His closeness has a gravitational pull, drawing me in and enveloping me in a sense of security and desire. In this moment, I feel cherished, desired, and seen in a way that goes beyond mere words.

The intensity of our kiss, a universe of emotions contained within, is abruptly interrupted by the jarring ring of Stiles’ phone. Startled, we break apart, a shared groan escaping both of us as the moment fractures, replacing by the intrusion of reality. Stiles fumbles for his phone, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. With a sigh, he answers and puts it on speaker, revealing Scott’s urgent voice on the other end, asking if Stiles had found any leads.

As Stiles responds to Scott’s inquiries, I take the opportunity to sit back up, adjusting my position so that I’m straddling his waist. The shift seems to catch Stiles of guard, his breath hitching slightly, and I can feel the bulge pressing against my ass. I watch as Stiles bites his lip, a subtle attempt to suppress any involuntary sounds, his focus divided between the phone call and me, shifting on his lap. His eyes meet mine for a fleeting moment, and I can see a hint of frustration at the interruption, mixed with a smouldering intensity that sends a thrill through me.

Leaning closer, I offer an apologetic smile, silently acknowledging the disruption but unable to resist teasing him but grinding my hips against his, pretending to get more comfortable on his lap. I notice the way his breath catches again and his hands dart for my hips unsure if they want to stop my hips or help me roll them against that growing bulge.

“Sh-shit,” A moan escapes him and Scott falls silent as Stiles’ cheeks bloom a pretty shade of red, “Fuck, I gotta go, talk later.” And with that Stiles is hanging up, practically throwing his phone on the floor and in one quick moment has us flipped over so I’m laying underneath him.

“Hi.” I breathe quietly, an ache between my legs.

“Don’t you ‘hi’ me you little tease.” He grumbles, leaning on his elbows either side of my head.

“What you gonna do about it?” I challenge, loving the gleam in his eyes.

Stiles chuckles softly, his eyes dancing with mischief as he leans closer, his breath brushing against my lips.

"Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you've started."

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voidpetrova · 8 months

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we've got spirit — stiles stilinski x reader

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content warnings: none!! aside from corny clichés — hurt/comfort

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synopsis: you had spirit, there was no doubt about it. but with stiles? you had chemistry.

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beacon hills high school was a microcosm of teenage life, complete with its cliques, dramas, and the unlikeliest of crushes. stiles stilinski, the resident “sarcastic loser”, navigated the treacherous halls with the grace of a newborn deer on roller skates. his unruly hair, a chaotic mess of brown curls, seemed to mirror the chaos of his daily life. stiles had a knack for getting into bizarre situations, thanks to his penchant for meddling in the supernatural mysteries that plagued their town. but amidst all the weirdness and danger, there was one thing that remained perfectly normal: his infatuation with you, the most beautiful, popular cheerleader at beacon hills high.

your name was a melody that echoed through his thoughts, a name he'd never dare utter aloud. you were like a vision of radiance in the halls, your cheerleader uniform fitting you like a second skin, the blue and gold colors accentuating your flawless features. your long, graceful legs seemed to stretch for miles, and your smile could light up even the darkest corners of the school.

stiles often found himself daydreaming about you in the most inconvenient moments, like during history class when mr. harris was droning on about the civil war. he'd imagine scenarios where you'd notice him, where you'd flash that dazzling smile in his direction, and where he'd somehow manage to utter coherent sentences. but alas, stiles was convinced that you were light-years out of his league. you were surrounded by the popular crowd, including the likes of lydia martin and jackson whittemore, who were more likely to be seen discussing the latest fashion trends or planning extravagant parties than mingling with someone like him.

as fate would have it, the universe had other plans. it was a warm, sunny monday morning when the school's chemistry teacher, mr. dawson, announced a dreaded announcement. “class, i've decided to assign lab partners for our upcoming chemistry project,” mr. dawson declared, his voice sounding like a death sentence to stiles.

stiles slumped lower in his seat, dreading the impending humiliation of being paired with someone who undoubtedly cringed at the thought of working with him. he glanced around the room, noting the looks of indifference from his classmates. except for one person. you.

with a grin that could melt glaciers, you turned to him, your sparkling eyes locking onto his in a way that made his heart race. “looks like we're lab partners, stiles,” you said, your voice sweet as honey.

he blinked in disbelief, half-expecting someone to burst into laughter or for this to be some cruel prank. but no, it was real, and you were smiling at him like he was the most fortunate person in the world.

“y-yeah,” stiles stammered, his cheeks flushing crimson. “lab partners. lucky me.”

as you settled into your seats and mr. dawson continued his lecture, stiles couldn't help but steal glances at you. this was a dream come true, a fantasy he'd never dared hope for. and little did he know, your life was about to get a lot more complicated too, as you discovered that maybe, just maybe, the sarcastic loser had captured your heart as well.

while the days passed after the fateful lab partner assignment, stiles found himself sinking deeper into his infatuation with you. it was as if he had stumbled upon a secret garden, and you were the most beautiful, elusive flower within. every time you smiled or laughed, it was as though a piece of sunlight had broken through the clouds that often hovered over his life.

one sunny afternoon, stiles sat in the bleachers overlooking the football field, watching you and the cheerleading squad practice the routine you had come up with one your one. the sight of you in your cheerleader uniform, executing flips and high kicks with precision, was nothing short of mesmerizing. each graceful move you made, each toss and catch of your pom-poms, sent a rush of adrenaline through stiles, making his heart race. he had been so entranced by your performance that he didn't even realize when you approached him, taking a seat on the bleachers next to him. the soft rustling of your cheerleading uniform drew his attention, and he turned to see you, looking even more stunning up close.

“hey, stiles,” you greeted him with a warm smile.

startled, he nearly toppled over in his attempt to sit up straight. “oh, hey there,” he replied, his voice cracking slightly. you chuckled at his flustered reaction. “i was just wondering if we could discuss our lab project. maybe work on it together?”

it took stiles a moment to process your words. he was so caught up in the whirlwind of emotions that your presence induced that he almost forgot the reason you had come over in the first place. finally, he managed to form a coherent response. “uh, yeah, sure. my house would probably be the best place,” stiles replied, his heart still pounding like a drum in his chest.

you agreed to meet up at his place later that day, and as you walked away, stiles couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. this was it—the opportunity to spend time with you outside the confines of the school walls. he was on cloud nine.

however, when your discussion concluded, and you left to rejoin your cheerleading practice, stiles was blissfully unaware of the disapproving glares that jackson and lydia exchanged from a distance. they had noticed your interaction with him and were far from pleased. lydia, always sharp and opinionated, leaned in to whisper to jackson, “this is a terrible idea, jackson. she's risking her reputation for someone like stiles.” jackson, who had an inflated sense of self-importance, scoffed. “exactly. she's the most popular cheerleader in school. she shouldn't be seen with him. what if it ruins her image?”

lydia sighed, recognizing that their words of caution were falling on deaf ears. stiles had cast a spell on you, one that seemed to defy all reason. but little did they know that your heart had already chosen, and no amount of reputation or peer pressure could sway your feelings for stiles stilinski.

the day moved swiftly, and the sun began to set as the time for your lab project meeting with stiles drew near. you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you approached his house. the thought of spending time alone with him outside the confines of school was both exhilarating and daunting.

you arrived at the stilinski residence, standing before the front door. taking a deep breath, you knocked softly, wondering how this evening would unfold. the door swung open, revealing stiles' father, sheriff stilinski, who greeted you with a warm smile.

“hey there, you must be (y/n), right?” noah asked. you nodded, feeling a bit surprised by his friendly demeanor. “yes, it's nice to meet you, sir. is stiles home?” despite the aura your beauty radiated, it was safe to say that his father was pleasantly taken aback by your formal and respectful demeanor.

the sheriff chuckled. “yeah, he's been waiting for you to come. so, come on in.” as you stepped inside, you couldn't help but overhear sheriff stilinski muttering to himself, “stiles, you scored a good one.”

unaware of his father's comment, stiles rushed into the living room, his face lighting up when he saw you. “hey! you made it. thanks for coming.” you returned his smile, feeling your heart skip a beat. “of course, stiles. let's get to work.”

you both settled down at the kitchen table, textbooks and lab equipment spread out before you. as you began discussing the project, you quickly noticed that stiles was struggling with some of the concepts. “so, this is where we need to calculate the molar mass,” you explained, pointing to a section of the textbook. “and then we can use that to find the moles.” stiles listened intently, his brows furrowing as he tried to grasp the concept. it was in this moment that you realized something important: not only were you popular and beautiful, but you also had a natural talent for breaking down complex ideas into simple, understandable terms.

“wow,” he muttered, looking at you with admiration. “you're really good at this. i mean, you're not just a cheerleader. you're— smart.” you couldn't help but blush at the unexpected compliment. “thanks, stiles. i like to think there's more to me than meets the eye.”

he nodded, a goofy grin spreading across his face. “definitely. you're like a multi-layered mystery. i'm starting to think there's a lot more to you than just pom-poms and cheer routines.”

emboldened by his words and the growing connection between you two, you leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a soft, flirtatious tone. “maybe you'll just have to stick around and find out.”

stiles swallowed hard, his cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink. this was the moment when the tables turned, and it was you who had left him utterly flustered. the chemistry between you wasn't just limited to the lab project; it was an undeniable attraction that had taken root in both your hearts.

as the evening wore on, you continued to work on the project, interspersing it with moments of laughter and shared stories. it was a night that neither of you would forget, as you discovered that there was so much more to each other than the stereotypes that had once defined you. and in that quiet, shared moment, your feelings for stiles only deepened, setting the stage for a love story that defied all expectations.

the chemistry project continued, and so did the playful and flirtatious interactions between you and stiles. each moment spent together seemed to solidify the connection between you, making it feel as if you had known each other far longer than just a few hours. stiles' sarcastic humor was a perfect match for your quick wit, and you found yourself laughing at his quips and jokes, feeling completely at ease in his presence. as you discussed the intricacies of chemical reactions and balanced equations, you couldn't help but let your legs brush against his under the table. stiles, in his usual fashion, pretended not to notice at first, but the spark between you was undeniable. the air was charged with anticipation, as if the universe itself was conspiring to bring you closer.

stiles glanced up from the textbook, his gaze locking onto yours. “you know, i never thought chemistry could be this exciting.” you chuckled, your eyes locking onto his. “oh, it can be. you just need the right elements.”

stiles leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a soft whisper. “i think we've found them.” your heart fluttered as his words hung in the air, the tension between you almost palpable. it was as if the world had faded away, leaving just the two of you, lost in each other's eyes.

however, not all stories have a fairy tale ending. the following day, as you walked through the crowded halls of beacon hills high school, you couldn't help but notice the worried glances exchanged between jackson and lydia. it wasn't long before they approached stiles, pulling him aside for a serious conversation.

you watched from a distance, trying to read their expressions. their faces were stern, their words intense, and it became clear that they were voicing their concerns about your growing relationship with stiles. their gestures were dramatic, arms flailing as they argued vehemently.

stiles, on the other hand, seemed torn between his loyalty to you and his desire to avoid causing you any harm. the weight of their words hung heavily on his shoulders, and he looked conflicted, glancing in your direction several times during the conversation.

finally, jackson pointed forcefully in your direction, and lydia gave stiles an ultimatum. it was clear from the way she spoke that they believed your relationship with stiles was jeopardizing your reputation as the school's head cheerleader. feeling your heart sink, you watched as stiles reluctantly agreed to something. it was then that you realized what he had decided.

as he walked over to you, his expression was pained. he cleared his throat, and his voice was shaky as he spoke, “we need to talk.” the knot in your stomach tightened as you followed him to a quieter spot, away from prying eyes. you knew that something had changed, and you dreaded what was about to come.

stiles took a deep breath, his eyes filled with regret. “look, (y/n), i've been thinking—i can't do this anymore.” confusion washed over you as you tried to comprehend his words. “do what?”

he sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor. “us. our— thing. it's not good for you. i don't want to mess up your life and your image.” your heart ached as the realization hit you. he was ending things, breaking off the connection that had felt so incredibly real and promising just moments ago. tears welled up in your eyes, but you fought to keep them at bay.

“but stiles,” you began, your voice trembling, “i don't care about that stuff. i care about you.” he looked at you with sadness in his eyes, as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. “i care about you too, (y/n). that's why i have to do this. i can't let you throw everything away for me.”

with those words, stiles walked away, leaving you heartbroken and miserable. the world around you seemed to blur, and the cheerful chatter of your classmates became a distant hum. the love that had blossomed between you and stiles had been torn apart, and the pain of that loss was almost unbearable. as you stood there, trying to hold back tears, you couldn't help but wonder if you would ever find a way to mend your broken heart and make sense of the whirlwind romance that had been so abruptly extinguished.

the following days were a torment for you, as the misery of losing stiles weighed heavily on your heart. every glance in the hallways, every moment between classes, was marked by his absence. stiles refused to meet your gaze, as if he had become a ghost in the very halls he used to roam. it was as if he had vanished from your life completely, leaving behind a void that you couldn't fill.

you would catch glimpses of him in the distance, talking to scott or discussing some new supernatural mystery with his friends, but he never so much as acknowledged your presence. the playful sarcasm that had once defined your interactions was replaced by an agonizing silence.

one day, as you sat in the history classroom, unable to concentrate on the lesson, the pain became too much to bear. the tears that had been threatening to spill finally overcame your efforts to hold them back. it was as if a dam had burst, and the emotions you had been bottling up for days now flowed freely.

with a choked sob, you stormed out of the classroom, not caring about the bewildered looks from your classmates or the concerned voice of your teacher calling after you. the only thing that mattered was finding a place to let it all out.

you stumbled into the nearest bathroom, hastily locking yourself in one of the stalls. the tiles were cool against your clammy palms as you leaned against the door, tears streaming down your face. you cried not only for the love you had lost but for the pain of losing a friend, too. it was a loss that cut deeper than any breakup. minutes turned into hours as you allowed yourself to grieve, the bathroom offering a solitary refuge where you could let your emotions run their course. the echoing sobs seemed to reverberate off the cold, unforgiving walls, a testament to the turmoil that had taken hold of your heart.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, you took a deep, shuddering breath. you knew you couldn't let this pain consume you forever. you had a game to prepare for, a team that depended on you, and an audience that expected nothing but perfection. with trembling hands, you wiped away the tears, determined to put on a brave face and push through the heartache that threatened to engulf you. you knew that the moment you stepped back onto that field, you had to be the confident, charismatic cheerleader everyone expected you to be. the show must go on, no matter how shattered your heart felt.

summoning all the strength you could muster, you composed yourself, fixing your makeup and taking a moment to gather your thoughts. as you looked at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you saw not just the tear-streaked face of someone who had loved and lost, but a resilient young woman ready to face the world, no matter the obstacles in her path.

with a deep breath, you opened the bathroom door, leaving behind the echoes of your despair and stepping back into the world outside. it was time to prepare for the game, to rally your team, and to prove that you were more than just a reputation or a broken heart. you were a fighter, and no matter how tough the game got, you were ready to give it your all, even if it meant hiding the pain that still lingered beneath the surface.

when the night of the big game had arrived, the atmosphere was electric with anticipation. the lacrosse field was bathed in the warm glow of stadium lights, and the stands were filled to capacity with enthusiastic fans. as the head cheerleader, you were responsible for rallying the crowd and boosting the team's spirits. it was a role you had always embraced with enthusiasm, but tonight, it carried a weight of significance that went beyond the cheer routines.

as the game began, your squad performed flawlessly, their synchronized movements and infectious energy setting the tone for the evening. the cheers of “go, team, go!” and “beacon hills, all the way!” reverberated through the stadium, matching the rhythm of your pounding heart. however, something was different tonight. You couldn't help but notice stiles on the bench, something he had chosen to do voluntarily. it took you by surprise that he was there, watching you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. the realization that he had come to support you, despite the pain of your recent breakup, filled your heart with a mixture of gratitude and longing.

the game unfolded with exhilarating intensity, and your school's team played with unmatched determination. beacon hills high school was on fire, and the scoreboard reflected their dominance. the cheers grew louder, and the excitement in the air was palpable.

then, the final buzzer sounded, and victory was theirs. your school had won, and the crowd erupted in a deafening roar of celebration. as the head cheerleader, it was your moment to shine, your moment to address the crowd.

stepping forward with the microphone in hand, you felt the eyes of thousands fixated on you. your voice trembled slightly as you began to speak, “ladies and gentlemen, tonight, we've witnessed a remarkable victory on this field. but there's someone special i'd like to dedicate this win to.” silence fell over the stadium as you locked eyes with stiles. in that moment, all the pain and uncertainty melted away, leaving only the burning intensity of your feelings for him.

“i know this might be unexpected, but I can't hold it in any longer,” you continued, your voice unwavering. “i want to dedicate this win to someone who has shown me the true meaning of courage and love, even when it meant sacrificing his own happiness.”

the crowd leaned in, captivated by your words, as you confessed in front of everyone, “i'm in love with stiles stilinski.”

a hushed gasp swept through the crowd, followed by a moment of stunned silence. then, as if on cue, applause erupted, drowning out any doubts or judgments that might have lingered. the stadium thundered with cheers and claps, showing their support for your courageous declaration.

and then, as if drawn by an irresistible force, stiles ran onto the field, his eyes locked onto yours. in the midst of the celebration, he reached you, capturing your lips in a sweet and passionate kiss. the world around you disappeared, leaving only the two of you in that perfect moment.

breaking the kiss, stiles cupped your face in his hands, his eyes glistening with emotion. “i love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity and devotion. tears of joy welled up in your eyes as you replied, “i love you too, stiles.”

with the cheers of the crowd still echoing around you, you both embraced, knowing that in each other's arms, you had found a love that was worth every obstacle and sacrifice. the night that had begun with uncertainty and heartache had transformed into a storybook ending, proving that love could conquer all, even in the most unexpected and public of declarations.

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bouncybongfairy · 8 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.

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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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evanesdust · 4 months

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more than a maybe

written for- @sterekfests prompt: "Kiss me at midnight." @sterekweekly word: present @sterekbingo Christmas square: new years eve

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Childhood Friends, Secret Crush, Gay Stiles Stilinski, Coming Out, Bisexual Derek Hale, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, First Kiss, Getting Together

Summary:

…the one where Stiles thought his crush on Derek was unrequited. Spoiler: it wasn't.

"Have you seen Derek?" Cora asked, handing Stiles a glass of champagne. "There's only a few more minutes until midnight…"

Stiles rolled his eyes, ignoring her teasing grin as he took the glass.

"No, I haven't." Which was weird since they were usually attached at the hip, but Stiles was definitely going to look for him now.

Cora smirked and moved away to join the rest of the Hales gathered in the living room for the New Year's Eve celebration. Stiles had a sneaking suspicion that she knew about his crush on Derek. Hell, Derek probably knew, too, because sometimes Stiles caught Derek studying him—as if he were trying to guess what Stiles was thinking.

His scrutiny certainly never helped keep the blood from rushing to all the wrong places on Stiles's body, including his cheeks. That damned blush had been the bane of his existence ever since he realized that his feelings for Derek were far from platonic.

Because they were friends. Best friends.

And that was what made this whole situation a giant cliché. Stiles couldn't risk their friendship over an unrequited crush on his straight best friend, even if every fiber of his being was screaming at him just to tell Derek how he felt. It was safer to keep those feelings buried deep down, where they couldn't cause any damage.

Stiles figured Derek was probably hiding away from the noise and the crowd, staring at the stars. So he made his way through the party to where he was sure Derek would be, and sure enough, as he passed the large picture window facing the backyard, he spotted a familiar silhouette sitting on the deck, looking up at the night sky.

Derek.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Stiles stepped outside and quietly shut the door behind him. The crisp night air bit at his cheeks as he walked toward Derek, trying to think of something to say that didn't involve confessing his undying love.

"Hey. You okay?" Stiles asked as he drew closer, his footsteps echoing on the deck's wooden slats.

They'd practically grown up together, friends since elementary school, and Stiles could usually tell if Derek was broodier than normal. From the stiff way Derek was sitting, something was definitely bothering him. There was only a two-year age difference between them, even though Derek seemed more mature at times—like he was an old soul who'd seen it all and had the cynicism to prove it. But also like a protector since Derek always seemed to be looking out for Stiles, even when it wasn't necessary.

Derek glanced briefly over his shoulder. "Yeah, just"—he sighed—"got some things on my mind."

Stiles sank down beside him and dangled his feet over the edge of the deck, mimicking Derek's posture.

"Wanna talk about it?"

Derek sighed again. "I know about your crush on me."

It was said so suddenly that Stiles tensed beside him, barely breathing. Fuck. His heart hammered in his chest, and he couldn't look Derek in the eye. This was it; this was the moment that would change everything. Stiles had imagined a hundred different scenarios, but he never expected Derek to bring it up first.

"I…I…" Stiles cleared his throat. "I'm sorry…if that makes you uncomfortable, I mean."

That was the last thing Stiles ever wanted. Derek was his best friend, one of the most important people in his life. The fear of ruining that was paralyzing.

"It doesn't," Derek said, turning to face Stiles with an intensity in his gaze that Stiles had never seen directed at him before. "It's just...I didn't know how to bring it up. Or what to do about it. I've been trying to figure out my own feelings. And they're not as straightforward as I thought."

Stiles was sure his heart skipped a beat, or maybe it stopped altogether. "W-What do you mean?"

Because there was no way Derek meant—

"I'm…I think I'm bi." Derek's confession came out in a rush, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it seemed to resonate with the importance of a shout in the quiet of the night.

Stiles felt like his entire world had just shifted on its axis. "You think or you know?"

"I know. I know I'm bi," Derek answered with more conviction this time.

Stiles's mind was racing, his previous worries suddenly replaced by a burgeoning hope that was probably reckless to entertain. Just because Derek was bi didn't mean he had feelings for Stiles.

"Well, that's—you know you can talk to me about anything, right? Like if you have questions or…" God, Stiles had no idea what he was saying. He just wanted to be there for his friend. To support him, regardless of how this might turn out because that was what friends did for each other. So, instead, he blew out a breath. "So, how did you—"

"Know?" Derek finished. "It was you."

Stiles's eyes went wide, his head snapping back to look at Derek.

Me? he wanted to ask, but it was as if speaking were a foreign concept. His mind couldn't wrap around a single word to utter out loud. All of this time, he'd been so wrapped up in his own feelings and fears that it had never occurred to him that Derek might be grappling with concerns just as considerable, perhaps even more profound. That Derek could be struggling with the same revelation about his sexuality, in part because of him. That maybe, just maybe, his feelings weren't unrequited after all.

"If I'm being honest, I've had… I've had feelings for you for a while," Derek admitted, looking away from him. His throat bobbed as his confession hung between them, tangible and heavy in the cool night air. Stiles could hardly believe what he was hearing. It was as if Derek had just presented him with the key to a door he'd been certain was locked forever.

"You…you have? For me?" Stiles stammered, his voice a mix of disbelief and cautious optimism. Derek nodded, finally turning to meet Stiles's wide-eyed gaze.

"Yeah. For you, Stiles. I just didn't know how to say it, and I was scared it would mess up our friendship." Derek's voice cracked slightly with the vulnerability of his admission.

"But…" Stiles frowned, confusion mingling with the sudden burst of elation that was threatening to overwhelm him. "You just said that you knew I had a crush on you."

Derek let out a humorless chuckle. "I thought you might, but I wasn't sure. Not until now. And I was worried about how it would affect everything. Our friendship, the group dynamics, our families..." Silence hung in the air for a moment before he continued, "You mean too much to me to risk it all on a maybe. I love you, Stiles."

Was Stiles dreaming? The possibility of Derek returning his feelings was something he had never let himself hope for; it was too painful to even contemplate. But he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that when Derek said he loved him, it wasn't just as a friend. There was something deeper in his words, a resonance that couldn't be faked. Stiles's breath caught in his throat, and for a second, he couldn't find his voice. When he finally spoke, every word was laced with emotion.

"It's more than a maybe, Derek. It always has been," Stiles said earnestly, his voice thick with the weight of his own confession. With shaky fingers, he was brave enough to reach out and cup Derek's face. "I love you, too. I always have, and I always will."

Derek shivered and angled closer. Stiles's pulse blotted out the sounds of the nearby party and people counting down.

"Stiles," Derek breathed out, his breath hitching as their foreheads touched. "Kiss me."

So Stiles did.

Derek made a sound in the back of his throat—part groan, part sigh—as Stiles's heart galloped wildly. He was so afraid Derek would change his mind and pull away that Stiles reached out, tangling his hand in Derek's shirt and holding him steady. When Derek's tongue flicked against his, Stiles's entire body came alive, and he understood what this kissing thing was all about. It was breathy and heart-stopping and amazing.

They kissed for a long time, Derek's warm fingers gripping his neck and Stiles's twisted in his shirt, only breaking apart to catch their breath before going back for more. His lips were firm, his tongue was soft, and Stiles wanted to live in this moment and never come up for air.

But eventually, he did, panting softly against Derek's mouth, their foreheads still pressed together, eyes still closed.

Derek's hand, still on Stiles's neck, slid up into his hair, a gesture so tender that it made Stiles's heart swell even more. They stayed like that for a while, just breathing each other in, until the chill of the night reminded him they were still outdoors.

"Let's go inside before you freeze," Derek murmured, his breath warming Stiles's face.

"Yeah," Stiles agreed, voice hoarse from their intense kiss. "But, uh, what do we—"

"Tell everyone?"

Stiles nodded, wondering how the others would take the news. If Derek even wanted everyone to know yet because he wouldn't just be announcing that they were dating, he'd be coming out, and that was huge.

"Well, first I'll probably tell them that I'm bi. After that…" Derek took Stiles's hand, lifting it and kissing his knuckles. "We'll tell them we're…boyfriends?"

It came out more as a question than a statement, and Stiles's heart beat even faster—if that was possible.

"Are you sure?" he asked, not wanting Derek to feel pressured into putting a label on things too quickly. "We don't have to—"

"I've never been more sure about anything." Derek met his eyes, his gaze clear and steady. "I want to call you my boyfriend and have the world know that I'm yours and you're mine."

It was a yes—a resounding yes that seemed to echo in the quiet that followed, and a wave of relief crashed over him, mingling with excitement and a touch of nerves.

"Okay then, boyfriend," Stiles said with a grin that lit up his entire face. "Let's go inside and figure out the rest together."

Hand in hand, they walked back into the house, their future unwritten but promising. This was the start of something new, something real, and Stiles couldn't wait to see where it would lead.

#sterek #sterekfestsmidnight #sterekfestswinter2023 #sterekfests #sterekweekly #sterekweeklypresent #sterekbingo #holy shit i wrote something

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hotchfiles · 4 months

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stiles stilinski + i was all over her 🤞🤞

lari's 100th follower bash + send me a song and one of my boys for a drabble

stiles + salvia palth's i was all over her (back at that party, I was all over her, we didn't make out or do anything, I just remember I was lonely)

i didn't usually drink, alcohol always slowed me down and that was the exact opposite of what i usually wanted. i liked my senses sharp, i needed my senses sharp. being too slow meant losing important clues, missing clues meant an unfinished puzzle. when the puzzle wasn't finished, people died.

a huge responsibility to carry, i never minded it though, it kept me busy, kept my mind busy, made me important, gave me purpose: helping my friends. assisting. being useful.

today none of them needed that assistance though, busy with with college applications, graduation stuff that maybe i should be busying myself with as well, but thinking about that made me uneasy. so today i drink.

more than i should, i admit it.

beacon hills shitty life or death threats have surrounded me for years, being helpful was all i knew. i had no idea what to do, where to go, and watching as my friends so eagerly made plans to leave was unnerving. who was i if not stiles, scott's best friend?

thinking like that could keep me awake at night more than any monster.

so today i drink.

and i watch as people my age have fun, no idea of all the danger there is around, possibly not feeling the weight i felt deep in my soul. i observe many of them before one catches my eyes. girl my age, smile bright. happy. carefree.

the eyes though. heavy. dark. preoccupied. she did something intriguing whenever she went back to the bar, shot of tequila was her only choice, her smile would vanish for a few seconds, take a deep breath and shoot down, shaking her head quickly before going back to her friends. just then, when she was close to them, her smile would appear again.

she seemed lonely, like me today. but she was a better actress than i was, or i just didn't have the company to force myself to act like she did. i couldn't keep my eyes off of her though, some sort of magnetic energy that glued my eyes to her.

maybe she was just beautiful and i was drinking too much. i wanted to talk to her, ask her about the fake smiles, the deep sighs, the tequila, but i didn't want her to meet me like this, and watching her, weirdly, was enough feel less alone.

she noticed the staring, it didn't creep her out apparently. concerning, really, she should be more careful. instead she took something out of the tiniest bag i've ever seen (what does even fit inside those? definitely not a weapon if she ended up needing one) and turned to the bartender, still looking at me as she handed him a piece of paper.

odd. a bit hurtful.

i looked the other way then, but the bartender soon handed me a tequila shot with a paper under it.

her number. guess i wouldn't be so lonely after all.

#lari's 100th #decided to try a 1st person pov type of thing with stiles narrating #shouldnt have done that bc its terrible and i hate it #THANKS ANYWAY THO LOVE U #stiles scenario #stiles x you #stiles x reader #stiles imagine #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski x you

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littlespacereader · 9 months

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Haiii, I hope this request iss Oki:

I'm a trans male little who sometimes still has to deal with periods.. they make me feel very dysphoric and sad, often causing me to regress..

Could you write a fic with that theme?

I'm not set on one specific fandom, here are some options I'd love to see & you can choose wich one you want to go with!!

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[The little one would be a trans guy in every scenario.]

Stranger Things:

Steve and Eddie, both are flips in my hc, so it could be each way around.

Cg Argyle & little Jonathan Byers

Cg Nancy Wheeler & little Steve Harrington

Marvel:

Cg Wade Wilson & little Peter Parker

Cg Gwen Stacy & little Miles Morales

Criminal Minds:

Cg Jennifer Jareau & little Spencer Reid (other cg options: Penelope or Derek)

Teen Wolf:

Cg Noah Stilinski & little Stiles Stilinski (other cg options: Melissa or Scott)

Cg Boyd & little Isaac Lahey

Supernatural:

Cg Dean Winchester & little Sam Winchester

American Horror Story coven:

Cg Violet Harmon & little Kyle Spencer

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So, yeah.. any of those would be cool hehe

Thank you for reading!!

My first ever request!! Thank you so much!! I was so excited and intrigued by your idea! First off I would like to state that I am not trans myself but I am a HUGE Ally to anyone in the LGBTQ+ community! Know that you’re safe with me and I got your back💞 I absolutely loved the list of fandoms and pairings to chose from. I decided to go with Caregiver! JJ and make the Reader the Little with Spencer as an older brother Little. That being said if I don’t do this story justice I apologize from the bottom of my heart! I hope you enjoy this @dino-boyo-agere ! Thank you again for the request!!

Forever Mommy’s Little Boy

Caregiver! JJ & Trans Male Little! Reader with Big Brother Little! Spencer Reid

Tags: mentions of period, pull-ups, hurt and comfort. (Completely SFW)

Relationships: Caregiver! JJ, Uncle Derek Morgan, Big brother little! Spencer Reid, Aunt Penelope Garcia, & Trans male little! Reader.

Nicknames: baby, sweatheart, baby boy, kiddo

Breathe! Just breathe! It’s only about 10 minutes more and we’ll be going home. I can wait that long.

I sat at my desk and was waiting patiently for JJ or Morgan or literally any Caregiver in this office to announce we would be heading home. They would’ve been wrapping up everything by now…what’s taking so long?

The case, like every case before it, was long and exhausting. All I want to do is collapse into JJ’s arms and just be babied for the rest of the night but we were still stuck at work!

Regression played the devil on my shoulder, teasing and taunting me to regress at work. But I couldn’t, not yet. I had to remain big till we got to the car, then I could regress and finally relax for the weekend.

I checked again to see if any Caregivers had finished their files. Morgan sat at the desk across from me and he was still leaned down working, same went for JJ who I wanted more than anyone to finish her paperwork. The rest of the team looked the same, all expect Spencer who, like myself, finished his work early.

Spencer regresses as well. He acts as my older brother, watching out for me and creating all the creative pretend games. I’m so lucky to have him!

With a glance towards him I could see he was struggling to keep from regressing as well. At least I wasn’t alone.

Then suddenly I felt off, like weirdly off. It was a weird feeling I haven’t felt in- oh God no. I must be wrong. I have to be wrong. I quickly stood up from my desk and rushed off to the restroom. I walked in and quickly closed the stall door behind me before checking to see.

Sure enough my period arrived earlier and heavier than expected. And since I was unprepared my pants and underwear are stained noticeably. I tried my hardest to push back tears threatening to spill.

This is dead to me. This…this period, it’s just a nagging reminder of a life that didn’t feel whole. A life that wasn’t really mine, not like now. But this was just a hurtful reminder, one I definitely didn’t need right now.

This combined with my struggle to not regress was not a great combo. With a last ditch effort I cleaned myself up as best as I could before walking out and looking in the mirror. But sad and terrible thoughts plagued my mind.

Tears started to run down my face. There was no holding back my regression now. Immediately I started to just regress, feeling smaller and smaller every minute. I just wanted JJ. I wanted her to hold me and tell me it’s all okay. Tell me I’m her sweet little boy and not-

“Y/n?” Spencer asked before entering the large bathroom. He immediately froze upon seeing me.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” I must’ve caused a domino effect because I could see Spencer regressing along with me.

“Nothing, I’m fine Spence.” I tried to say, wiping away my tears as fast as possible. But Spencer wasn’t buying it. He also didn’t seem to notice the issue which I was grateful for.

“I know something’s wrong. Let me help! I want to make sure you’re okay…please.” He put a hand in my shoulder and looked me in the eyes.

“I’m fine I just-…. P-Please…get mommy.” I said, barley a whisper. Tears starts to flow again, running down my face as I started to cry.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’ll go get her.” Spencer right away said. As much as he didn’t want to leave, he knew there was only one person who could fix whatever was happening.

~~~

JJ sat at her desk finishing up the last details on her case file. Even though they were still at work her careful Caregiver eyes spotted Y/n leaving the bullpen, and then Spencer right after.

A sinking feeling fell upon her that something was wrong, call it a Caregiver’s Spidey sense. She wishes for once she was wrong. Spencer came rushing over to her, worried and sad.

“M-…JJ, something’s wrong with Y/n.” He tried to explain sounding like his normal adult self. But his regression was in full swing and JJ could easily see it.

“What’s going on? Where is he sweetheart?” Now she was worried. A thousand questions played in her mind.

“The bathroom. I walked in to see if he was okay and I found him crying by the sink. I tried to help but he only asked for you.” Spencer explained.

JJ stood up from her desk and placed a comforting hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Thank you for looking out for your little brother and making sure he’s okay. I’m going to take care of this, and while I’m gone I want you to go to Aunt Penelope’s office and keep her company. Okay?”

Spencer nodded. “Okay…but just-.” He stopped for a moment, looking up at JJ with tears in his eyes. “Just make sure he’s okay. I’m worried about him.”

She smiled and kissed the top of his head. “I know you are sweetheart. I promise I’ll make sure Y/N’s okay.”

With that small reassurance Spencer nodded and left heading towards Garcia’s office. With Spencer taken care of JJ turned her attention to the bathroom.

When she arrived she could hear Y/n soft cries and sniffing. She knocked on the door, “Y/N? It’s me baby, it’s Mommy. Can I come in?”

Even though it was a public bathroom filled with different stalls and sinks, she wanted permission to enter his space instead of barging in.

If she wasn’t listening as closely she could’ve missed the soft “You can come in.”

JJ immediately walked in and closed the main bathroom door behind her, locking it. If someone needed the bathroom they could go to the one a floor down. For right now they needed this space, just the two of them.

Once JJ and Y/N made eye contact, it was as if the world paused so the two of them could have a moment alone together.

Her heart shattered seeing Y/N so broken and upset. She instantly made her way over to her boy and wrapped him into a tight comforting hug.

“My baby boy, what’s wrong sweetheart? What’s happened?” She asked but didn’t get much in the way of a response.

Y/N just cried into JJ shoulder, finally getting the comfort he’s wanted after this long case.

JJ decided to help Y/N along with figuring out why he was so upset. She rubbed his back with one hand and played with his hair in the other. She could tell he wasn’t in the mode to talk and that was okay. Yes and no questions it was then.

“Did someone hurt you?” She asked. He shook his head against her.

“Did someone say something to you?” Another no from him.

Thank God those were two no’s. Because if they weren’t, she would’ve killed someone.

“Sweetheart,” She said pulling them apart and looking into his teary eyes. “I want to help you as best I can right now. But I can only do it when I know what’s going on. You don’t have to talk if you don’t feel like it right now. But you have to give me an idea what’s going on.” She explained.

Y/N nodded wearily. He turned around and pointed to his pants which now sadly had a small red blood stain on the back.

Immediately it all clicked into place for JJ. “Oh sweetheart I’m so sorry this happened. You’re okay baby boy, you’re okay.” She pulled him back up against her, holding him in a tight hug once more.

“Baby boy?” He broke apart and looked at JJ.

Her heart shattered at the question. She caressed his face and placed a kiss to the crown of his head, “You will always be my baby boy. This will not change that. It never has and it never will.”

More tears started to run down Y/N’s face hearing those words. JJ almost fell backwards by the force of the next hug he gave her.

“It’s okay baby. You’re okay. Mommy’s going to make it all better.” JJ said, rubbing his back to comfort him so more.

When the tears dried and his breath started to slow to a normal rate, JJ broke apart from her boy and wiped the last of the tears away.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do, I’m going to get you set up in the stall over here. Then I’m going to grab your bag and get you changed into something clean and comfortable. After that we’re going to get your brother and head home. Sound good?” She asked only to get a nod and a small smile from Y/N.

“Okay let’s get you set up then.” Taking his hand in hers, she led him over the the big stall in the bathroom. Inside was your standard public bathroom only this time with a changing table made especially for Littles.

“There,” she smiled. “Now, I’m going to grab your bag from my office. Keep the door locked okay?” That got another small nod from Y/N. With a small kiss to his head she left the stall, hearing a small click of the lock on the way out.

~~~

After JJ left the bathroom I felt uncomfortable again. She just made everything so safe and comfortable. Now without her here everything felt overwhelming, scary again.

But she wouldn’t be long. She just went to grab my bag and then we would go home. I couldn’t wait to be home again, laying on the couch with my favorite stuffie on one side and JJ on the other.

But my beautiful daydream was interrupted by the sound of someone entering the bathroom. Despite my stall door being closed, I backed myself far away from the door, my back hitting the wall.

This was a restroom, it would be ignorant of me to think no one else would use it. But I want to just be alone with JJ. Now with strangers walking into the space I felt more exposed and scared.

But the person who walked in stayed by the sinks. They didn’t walk into a stall or wash their hands. Before I had a moment to really question it further, the man spoke up.

“Hey kiddo it’s just Uncle Derek. Your mom just sent me in here to stop anyone from coming in. You doing alright in there?”

A wave of relief washed over me. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and wiped a few stray tears.

“M’ doing okay.” I managed to say.

“That’s good to hear. You just let me know if you need anything okay?”

I nodded my head. But then I realized he couldn’t see it so I added a quick: “okay.”

Uncle Derek was a life saver! Not once but twice people tried to enter the bathroom but he redirected them away. I’m couldn’t have been more happy to have him there to protect me.

After what felt like years but was only really 15 minutes JJ returned and relieved Morgan of his guard duties. He knocked on the door before leaving.

“See you when you get out kiddo.” He added before leaving the bathroom to JJ and I once more.

I heard the main door to the bathroom lock before JJ knocked on the stall door. I quickly ran over and opened it to her only to see my favorite stuffie in her arms!

“I’m sorry I took so long. I thought your bag was in my office but it turns out it was in my car. But guess who was also in there waiting for you?”

I immediately grabbed the stuffie and brought him close. Between him and JJ being back, everything started to feel calm again.

“Alright baby boy, let’s get you all sorted out.”

JJ opened the changing table, quickly cleaned and placed a cover on. Then she went over to me and helped me and my stuffie up onto it.

With that she started to get to work, taking my shoes off, then my pants and underwear. Then she helped clean up and before I knew it she was sliding a fresh pull-up on me followed by my emergency set of pants.

“There you go,” she said rubbing my belly. “All fresh and clean.”

Suddenly a sad thought came across my head. “Mommy, I can’t wear a pull-up.”

“Why not? You’re too young not to wear one.” She pointed out, making me feeling smaller.

“No, it’s just that…it’s going to have blood on it.”

JJ sighed. She sat me up and held my hand in mine. “I want you to listen to me for a second Y/N. I don’t mind taking care of you whether you’re on or off your period. That changes nothing about the fact you’re my little boy. Do you understand? I still love you the same and I will never see you different. You are and will forever be my baby boy.”

More tears found their way to my eye as she pulled me into a hug once more. I felt so much better now that I was changed, but even more so now that I felt accepted. No matter what anyone said or what my body said, I’m her little boy. Forever.

“Now,” she said breaking apart. “We gotta go catch up with your brother. He’s very worried about you. I’d say he’s so worried he might let you chose the movie we watch tonight.” JJ winked.

“Really?!” I said shocked. Tonight was his movie night choice. But he was gonna let me chose?!

“Really! And if we’re really lucky we might be able to convince Uncle Derek and Aunt Penelope to stay and watch it with us.” JJ added as she helped me down.

Hand in hand the two of us walked out of that bathroom. Once out we went to Aunt Penelope’s office and met up with Spencer again.

He stood up and ran over to me “Y/n! Are you okay? I’ve been so worried!” He wrapped me in a tight hug.

I smiled against his shoulder, “I’m okay Spence.”

“While you were gone I thought of the coolest game we can play when we get home!” Spencer added excitedly once we broke apart.

“I can’t wait!” I smiled back.

“Come on boys, it’s time to go home.” JJ said after talking to Garcia.

Spencer took one hand and JJ took the other as we left the BAU. My little family always knew how to make me feel appreciated and accepted. Caregiver and Little boy. Forever and always.

#age regression #age regressor #agere #agere little #sfw age regression #sfw agere #agere post #age regression fic #trans male reader #caregiver!jj #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds #little!reader #little!spencer Reid #sfw age regressor #agere sfw #sfw littlespace #little space

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murdrdocs · 1 year

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wanna send an ask? here are some do’s and dont’s!

status: open for thirsts

thirsts: ideas for me to expand on. ie "thinking about ..." "what do you think ..." "[scenario] with [character]"

DO NOT send me an ask that you have already sent another writer and vice versa

will do :)

most kinks, including: slight daddy kink, con somnophilia, CNC, holding piss, f! to f! mommy kinks, stepcest, knife play, blood play, anything not in the ‘won’t do’

won’t do :(

real people!!, abo, male readers, m! to f! mommy kinks, pegging, male ass eating, ass eating in general, pet play (including collars), extreme bdsm, extreme dumbification/borderline ddlg, scat, noncon, sexual assault, abuse, pedophilia, homophobia or any others, major character death/reader death, anything involving sh scars and/or mental illnesses

characters ! *indicates sfw only

: ̗̀➛ stranger things : steve harrington, robin buckley, eddie munson, dmitri antonov

: ̗̀➛ outer banks : jj maybank, rafe cameron, sarah cameron

: ̗̀➛ the hunger games : peeta mellark, katniss everdeen, finnick odair, johanna mason, young coriolanus snow

: ̗̀➛ scream : ethan landry, stu macher, chad meeks-martin, quinn bailey, charlie walker, anika kayoko, wes hicks

: ̗̀➛ avatar : neteyam sully*, jake sully, neytiri sully

: ̗̀➛ mcu : peter parker, loki laufeyson, matt murdock, adam warlock, peter b parker, miguel o'hara, hobie brown, peter quill

: ̗̀➛ teen wolf : stiles stilinski, theo raeken

: ̗̀➛ five nights at freddy's (2023) : vanessa shelley, mike schmidt

: ̗̀➛ pjo (2023) : luke castellan, ares, sally jackson, poseidon

: ̗̀➛ dune (2021-present) : leto atreides I, duncan idaho, feyd-rautha harkonnen, lady jessica, princess irulan corrino

: ̗̀➛ misc : dave lizewski (kickass), barbara handler (barbie)*, rodrick heffley (doawk), felix catton (saltburn), oliver quick (saltburn), art donaldson (challengers)

unsure about your favorite character? ask me about it!

#–𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍

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simplyacerola · 1 year

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folklore (acerola's version)!

in which acerola interprets song lyrics from folklore to fit with various scenarios. these will be either gn!reader or fem!reader depending on the context of the song, story, or featured person.

see this post for the order. add yourself to the folklore taglist

thank you all so much for the support on this blog! it honestly means so much to me. my life has changed a ton (for the better!!) and having this blog gives me an outlet to express creativity that otherwise would sit in my google drive or never be written at all. i see and read every single like, reply, and reblog and it means all the world <3

track one: the 1 — bellamy blake

fem!reader; established relationship, angst in which bellamy and (y/n) look back on their relationship before being separated for 5 years.

track two: cardigan — karl jacobs

gn!reader; established relationship, comfort in which karl is (y/n)’s rock, knowing exactly how to make them feel loved.

track three: the last great american dynasty — timothée chalamet (p1)

fem!singer!reader; established relationship, hurt/comfort in which (y/n), a singer, and timothée chalamet are caught on a date, revealing their relationship to the ruthless public.

track four: exile — regulus black

fem!reader; second chance love, angst in which regulus runs into (y/n) at slughorn’s party after their breakup—but she’s escorted by someone else.

track five: my tears ricochet — peter parker

fem!villain!reader; lovers to enemies in which (y/n) becomes a villain and has to fight both spider-man and her lingering feelings for him.

track six: mirrorball — georgenotfound

gn!reader; established relationship, comfort in which (y/n) wants nothing more than to cheer up george.

track seven: seven — nancy wheeler

fem!reader; friends to lovers, self-discovery (wlw) in which nancy and (y/n) are best friends who spend every summer together. they tell each other all of their secrets—all except one.

track eight: august — regulus black

fem!muggleborn!reader; lovers to strangers

track nine: this is me trying — dylan o’brien

fem!reader; struggling relationship, second chance love, angst with good ending in which a break in their relationship only makes (y/n) and dylan realize how much they need each other.

track ten: illicit affairs — sapnap

fem!dreamsibling!reader; brother's best friend, forbidden relationship in which (y/n) is sneaking around with her brother’s best friend behind his back.

track eleven: invisible string — dreamwastaken

gn!reader; soulmates, strangers to lovers in which (y/n) and dream are soulmates.

track twelve: mad woman — thomas

fem!reader; established relationship, angst in which (y/n) will do anything to avenge newt’s death and only has thomas holding her together.

track thirteen: epiphany — stiles stilinski

fem!were!reader; friends to lovers in which stiles stays by (y/n)’s hospital bed after she risked her life protecting him.

track fourteen: betty — jack champion / ethan landry (TBD)

gn!reader; second chance love in which (y/n) jeopardized their relationship due to jealousy and tries to win him back at his upcoming party

track fifteen: peace — steve harrington (p1)

gn!cursed!reader; established relationship, doomed fate in which steve will do anything to protect (y/n), even after they’re cursed to die.

track sixteen: hoax — steve harrington (p2)

gn!cursed!reader; struggling relationship, doomed fate in which (y/n)’s condition worsens to a hellish extent, but steve refuses to let them go.

track seventeen: the lakes — timothée chalamet (p2)

fem!singer!reader; established relationship, escapism in which (y/n) and timothée stay at a remote cabin to get away from the media.

#acerola’s version #dreamwastaken x reader #karl jacobs x reader #timothee chalamet x reader #peter parker x reader #georgenotfound x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #dylan o’brien x reader #sapnap x reader #thomas tmr x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #steve harrington x reader #regulus black x reader #wilbur soot x reader #x reader #bellamy blake x reader #jack champion x reader #ethan landry x reader

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hereforsterekcontent · 2 years

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Imagine this sign at the entrance to the preserve lmao

There are so many options as to who would put it there...

...maybe Laura (in an alive hale family scenario) because she REALLY doesn’t need to see her teenage brother and his little boyfriend awkwardly exchange handjobs ever, and that means EVER, again. God this is worse than when she walked in on him masturbaring years ago and she still hasn't completely recovered from that. Although "nice panties, Stilinski!" she can't help tease, pointing at his batman boxers. "Laura!" Derek screeches , frantically trying to get the zipper of his jeans up while simultaneously trying (and failing) to shield Stiles from his sisters looks. "Thanks Laur!" the idiot himself laughs. "STILES!" Derek looks scandalised and okay maybe embarrassing him is worth the nightmarish images she will now have to live with a little bit. She always liked the Sheriffs kid. What she can't, however, live with, is catching her uncle in a quite similar, if not slighlty more compromising situation with..."Oh my god is that Allison Argents DAD?? Uncle Peter what is wrong with you, he's married! YOU are married!" She puts the sign up right after that incident (and after snitching on uncle Peter to her mom). Enough's enough. Unfortunately some of her younger siblings inevitably stumble upon the sign and after asking their parents what "fuck" meant at the dinner table, with the Sheriff present mind you, Misses Hale makes her take it down immediately, scalding her especially strictly, considering the towns Sheriff (and their very likely future in-law) is present. If Laura tells them about her initial reason (stumbling upon Derek and Stiles) to get them off of her case and distract them, it's not her proudest moment, but well you gotta do what you gotta do and seeing her brothers eyes widen with fear is admittedly a nice bonus.

...Maybe Derek after he had to stumble upon yet an other pair of teenagers making out there when he justed wanted to to go for a nice little evening run. Stiles would obviously find it hilarious at first but also most definitely take it as a challenge. At one point they'd probably be patrolling the borders of the preserve after a particularly viscous fight with a coven of witches or something equally fucked and Stiles would jokingly initiate some making out wich would probably turn into either him blowing Derek or Derek fucking him against the sign. Either way Derek would somehow manage to leave clawmarks on it which, again, Stiles would be absolutely delighted over. The betas would probably shake their heads at him because he had forbidden them all from getting it on in the woods near his house since "just because we are part wolf doesn't mean we have to behave like wild animals, Erica " so what happened to practicing what you preach, boss? He'd be embarrassed but probably stand by it though, he's stubborn like that. If Derek wants to go to what is basically his back gardens and plow his mate into a tree or make out like teenagers with him in the flower field behind the old shed then he by all means will do so, it's his land . Also...he's the alpha goddammit >:(

...it admittedly does seem most like a Stiles thing to do though. Like he's not a werewolf, he can't hear or smell it (thank god for that one) from yards away if there's s someone doing the nasty behind a tree. No, poor, unsuspecting Stiles would have to inevitably stumble into what's going on resulting in him letting out a screech that would have Derek drop everything at the grocery store a town over and run to his mates aid. Because "Scotty, my pal, my brother, there is only so much our friendship can take. And having to see your bare ass in broad daylight is NOT one of them! Ugh hell no Allison, please tell me thats not-Oh hey babe, what are you doing here, I thought you went to get me icecr- woah what's going on with the fangs and the eyes did something happen??"

Anyways after one time to many he would eventually stalk towards the most popular make out spot, the sign in hand and hammer it into the ground without further explanation. It does speak for itself he reckons. Derek and the others would probably follow him and watch all amued. That is until Isaac jokingly says that no-ones going to listen to Stiles' sign anyways and Dereks eyebrows shoot up immediately communicating that his mates little sign will be taken seriously or else.... Also he's pretty sure Stiles is willing to make an exception for him....

#sterek #hale family #the hale pack #laura hale #hale family feels #petopher #disaster hales #sterek mates #my stuff

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