If youâre my favorite character⌠Iâm sorry.
Iâm sorry because I am a writer.
Iâm sorry because there is one undeniable truth-
and that to bring me joy you, my beloved, must suffer.
Iâm apologizing now, before the story starts-
Because by the end of it youâll be tired
Your emotions will be wired.
And, love, youâll end up wishing
that my eyes had never set upon you.
I dunno but I want someone to draw Stiles Stilinski wearing a bombass dress and Malia next to him in his pants and his shirt
And Scott in the background lowkey checking them both out
I know it might not seem like much, but Iâm so happy that weâve reached 100 followers ! I love every single one of you, and you have no idea how much I appreciate that youâre bearing with međđ
For this celebration Iâm doing something Iâve wanted to try for a long time; Headcanons.
How this event works is basically you send me an ask with a character (from my fandom list) + a scenario, and Iâll write 15-25 bulletpoints about it !
Iâd highly appreciate if you reblogged your request!
For example: âHi, can I get a âdating Draco Malfoyâ headcanon?â Or âHello, can you do a âBeing Katniss Everdeenâs siblingâ headcanon?â
You can request as many headcanons as you want* until the celebration ends (12:00 am EET, 19th January 2021), but the requests have to follow my rules.
*the event is only headcanons, which means that all other requests work as usual.
To request you need to pick a fandom from my fandom list and choose a character from that fandom. Please include both the name and surname of the character your request revolves around. I only take requests sent by ask.
Reblogs and signal boosts on this post are appreciated :)
Tagging some mutuals to spread the word: @captainshazamericaâ @jorjawritesâ @swanimaginesâ @bohemianpagesâ @lxncelotâ @fangirlings-thingsâ @adoresobsâ @myriadimaginesâ @literallyjamespotterâ
^sorry if I didnât tag you, Iâm really tired and I just tagged everyone I remembered^
âEverything is wrong, but itâs alright
Youâre the only good thing in my life.â
Stackson Moodboard for TW Bingo
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(not the double post. who am i?? anyways, i miss writing for derek.)
taglist: @hellishseaqueen @agentpretoria @pieces-by-me
â˘incorrect teen wolf quotesâ˘
Stiles: I miss you 24/6.
Derek: Why not 24/7 ?
Stiles: Sundays are my Spa days.
â˘incorrect teen wolf quotesâ˘
Derek: That giant box is Stilesâs gift for me?
Scott: Yup.
Derek: Heâs inside it, isnât he?
Scott: Yup.
(the wayâŚiâve been inactive. iâm sorry. life has been crazy, but thanks for reading my stuff. weâve been growing and i canât wait to share more with you all!)
warning: mentions of anxiety, but otherwise fluff
You absolutely hated parties. Scratch that, you hated social gatherings. All of them. Getting out of bed and going to school each day was a struggle. How Lydia Martin managed to get you to come to a raging party at her lake house, you werenât exactly sure. Never once had she managed to get you to come to a party, but she brought up the fact that it was the summer before senior year and you deserved to live a little. She also told you that the party was going to be small. She lied. Hordes of teenagers, freshman to seniors, danced throughout the large lake house. Many people, most of which you had never seen before, brushed past you, red solo cups in between their fingers. Smiles were plastered on their faces as they let loose. You wished you could be as carefree as the drunk teenagers before you, but your social anxiety held you captive.Â
Taking a deep breath, you stood on your tip-toes looking for Lydiaâs mop of red hair, but you had no such luck. Sweaty bodies continued to brush past you as you tried to make your way to an empty corner of the large living room. Your hands were shaking by the time you were able to distance yourself. You wiped your sweaty palms against your jean shorts, eyes bouncing around the room. No one seemed to be aware of your presence which you were grateful for. It helped that most people just looked over you. You hated being the center of attention. You sat at the back of the class, would sit outside during lunch, never start a conversation. You just liked to be alone. Growing up an only child required you to become familiar with being alone and comfortable in silence. Maybe you had grown a little too comfortable. The only reason you were friends with Lydia is because the two of you were partnered for a science assignment. You guys got the assignment done before the deadline and Lydia would invite you over for coffee or lunch and there bloomed your friendship. You were thankful for her. She knew of your anxiety and made you as comfortable as possible. She would never force you to come to a party, but she really wanted you at the party tonightâŚso you came.Â
But now she had disappeared. And here you were alone again, but not in the comfort of your own room. Time seemed to pass by slowly and your anxiety increased. It seemed as if more people entered the house the longer you were there. Your senses were on overdrive and it was hard for you to the think. The music was almost as loud as your heartbeat and your muscles were tense.You could tell that you were on the brink of an anxiety attack.Â
âHey, are you okay?âÂ
A voice pulled you out of your frantic state, a pair of warm brown eyes meeting your own. A water bottle was extended to you and you took it quickly.Â
âThank you,â you said back softly.Â
âYouâre Y/n, right? Lydiaâs friend?âÂ
You nodded. âYeah, I am.â You werenât aware that Scott knew who you were. Of course you knew who he was. Everyone did. He was the incredible athlete and one of the nicest people to walk the planet, plus he was insanely attractive. You couldnât help but be infatuated with his golden brown eyes and messy brown hair.
âDo you, maybe, wanna go outside? Get some fresh air,â Scott suggested. You could barely hear him over of the loud music, but you nodded. He stuck out his hand for you to take and he intertwined your fingers to together. His thumb rubbed smooth circles over the back of your hand as he tugged you through the crowd, keeping you close. His touch caused your rapid heartbeat to slow. When you stepped outside, you breathed in the clean air, allowing your eyes to flutter shut.
You muttered a low, âThank you, Scott,â your eyes coming in contact with the lake.
Scottâs eyes followed yours. âYou swim?â
âNo, I mean I do, but I just love the water,â you replied. You pulled on Scottâs hand, walking down the trail towards the dock. Scott noticed how you clung to his hand tightly. He knew you had anxiety, he also knew that physical touch helped so he gave your hand a gentle squeeze as he walked behind you. âSo could you, um, sense my anxiety?â
Scott sent you a surprised glance not expecting that question to fall from your lips. âYou know?â
Nodding, you sat down, legs dangling over the edge of the dock. âLydia spent the night at my house a few months ago. Had a nightmare. She screamed so loud that all of the mirrors in my house shattered and my ears wouldnât stop bleeding. With what happens in Beacon Hills, I knew she wasnât normal. So, she told me everything.â
âShe trusts you. Lydia wouldnât have told you about us if she didnât.â You hated that they werenât accepted because they were different. Itâs not like they had control over their circumstances. They didnât choose the supernatural life.
âDo you ever wish it that you wereâŚnormal? Not that you arenât normal, because that sounds insulting. I just-â
Scott chuckled, interrupting your babbling. âNo, I donât. Itâs made my life more difficult, yes, but my friendsâŚthe people I can help, I wouldnât trade that for the world.â
You turned to Scott, your hand still in his. âThanks for saving me back there. Iâm not very good with crowds or people.â
He sent you a warm smile. âYou seem okay right now.â
You noticed that you were completely calm, your heartbeat steady. You were never this relaxed unless you were in the comfort of your own room. You couldnât help but think that your relaxed state was because of the kid beside you. âI think you may have something to do with that,â you replied shyly.
To your surprise, Scott was the one blushing. You let out a quiet laugh as you nudged his shoulder. âDo you want to hang out after school tomorrow?â
âYeah, yeah sure.â
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You let out a soft gasp as a hand landed on your waist, tugging you into the back behind you.
âHey,â Scott murmured into your ear. âI didnât mean to scare you. You ready to go?â
Scott could feel you relax against him as you nodded. âWhere are we going?â
âThatâs a surprise,â Scott replied taking your hand. The two of you received a few stares as you exited the school. As far as they knew, Scott was single and most people didnât even know you existed. Your heart began to race at the sudden attention. Scott obviously noticed and threw a protective arm over your shoulders tugging you close. âYou okay?â
âYeah,â you breathed out, âI just prefer to be invisible.â
Your eyes focused on the trees whizzing by as you tried to figure out where Scott was taking you. âIf you wanted to kill me, you could have at least waited a few months.â
The boy next to you laughed throwing a glance in your direction. He stopped the car a few moments later and got out, running over to open your door. He grabbed your hand pulling you over to the edge of a cliff. It overlooked all of Beacon Hills. The sun was beginning to set, the city below you reflecting bright hues of yellow, pink, and orange.
âScott, this isâŚgorgeous. Howâd you find this place?â
âA friend brought me here once. Lydia told me you liked sunsets. This is probably the best view in Beacon Hills.â
You nodded, moving to sit on a huge rock that was nestled into the ground. You brought your legs up, resting your chin on your knees. The warmth of the sun shone across your face and Scott wouldâve sworn that there was no other human being more beautiful than you. The first time he noticed you was at the end of sophomore year. You were reading a book outside during lunch, a look of contentment on your face. He was going to approach you, but was too nervous and decided to leave you alone instead. For the next year, Scott would plan out ways to will himself to talk to you, but out of fear of embarrassmentâŚhe never did. However, you started spending more time with Lydia and he was able to come to the conclusion that he was infatuated by you.
You were quiet and shy. Smart and intellectually sound, which is why you and Lydia got along so well. You appeared to be kind, with a smile that gave Scott a warm and fuzzy feeling. He noticed your little habits. Like how you always played with your hands or the ringers that adorned your fingers. You wore the same necklace everyday and listened to music to avoid human interaction. Yeah, Scott was so gone. So when he found you cooped up in the corner during Lydiaâs party, he thought what better way to shoot his shot.
âIs this a date?â You asked curiously. You both could tell that this was more than just two teenagers hanging out, but Scott hadnât said it was a date so it made you wonder. He wasnât expecting you to ask such a bold question since that wasnât really your style and normally you wouldnât have.
Scott turned to you an eyebrow raised. âDo you want it to be a date?â The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable or move things too fast.
âDo you want it to be date?â
âI asked you first,â Scott replied, a playful glint in his brown eyes.
You let out a soft laugh. âI want it to be a date, but only if you want it to be a date.â
The McCall boy grabbed your hand, placing a hesitant kiss to the smooth skin. âItâs a date then.â
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taglist: @hellishseaqueen @agentpretoria @pieces-by-me (let me know if you want to be added to my teen wolf taglist)
hey everyone! The ninth chapter is finally out :) Have fun with it. Itâs only small, but at least XD small but nice, as the saying goes.Â
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26954815/chapters/70712100
I love this:)
Sorry itâs been years but I still believe this is a Stiles/Danny scene deleted from Teen WolfâŚ
I personally think Lydia and Scott should bond over their shitty dads. I just want them to be friends so bad UGHHHH PLEASE TALK TO EACH OTHER SOONER FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
Stiles really said itâs my responsibility to keep my dad healthy so that he lives longer. I see people boil this down to âStiles doesnât care about anyone other than his dadâ but they completely ignore the guilt kids can carry over things that werenât their fault. Just throwing it out there ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
2/3 Canon Scott McCall is a shitty planner and an even crappier strategist whoâs utterly useless when left to his own devices and canât even plan his way out of a paper bag without his âsmarter than everyone elseâ friends Stiles and Lydia â AKA the actual planners and strategists of the group. Scott just reacts to things in the spur of the moment and has a willingness to ignore social norms (and other peopleâs boundaries and consent) for the greater good.
3/3 Scott hardly ever comes up with the plans, and the few plans he came up with in the show were either dumb, someone elseâs, or relied on his friends to do all the heavy lifting for him. His stans had also managed to convince me that Scott was smarter than Stiles and Lydia and that Master Plan was a prime example of Scottâs âheroismâ and âsuperior intellectâ, so imagine my surprise when I watched the episode and found out the truth
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Hey, anon, have you heard of this quotation credited to Alexander the Great of Macedon: âAn army of sheep led by a lion is better than an army of lions led by a sheepâ? Teen Wolf aimed to dress the show as the former, but achieved the latter. Scott McCall is a sheep in a wolfâs clothing with Alpha eyes that poses as the leader, so he appears to be the biggest threat and the most important person. What most donât see is the army of lions willing (for some reason) to fight alongside him.