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16 // writer - fandom blog. request teen wolf imagines , ships , preferences , etc..

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The gangs all here!

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BABES

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GUESS WHO'S BACK?

I had a crazy school year, ya girl is now a senior. A highly sensitive, unhealthy, fangirl, imaginative, lazy, senior. hit me up with requests. Scroll though EVERYTHING.

[bopeep]

who else is blossoming into a beautiful young woman with no chill

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I Lost: s.s ®

Requested: Yes Use of: Angst Requests are: Closed! ❤ Song: “I Found” - Amber Run ——————————————————————- “I’ll use you as a warning sign.” “Y/N , you are legit so nice, why are you single!” “Y/N, you’re beautiful as fuck, the right guy will come.” All phrases you hear on a regular basis throughout your daily school life at Beacon Hills High. ‘I’m single because I’m waiting on him. The right guy is Mr. Stilinski himself.’ You would think to yourself. Today was Friday & usually your parents had no problem with Stiles coming over to act like you were to do homework but really just talk intensely about people & things as you munched out over Netflix. The bell rang signaling the final school period and you left your Government class with him by your side. “So tonight we should start on Gotham?” Y/N suggested , looking over to your left side at Stiles before he shook his head. “Nah nah not tonight, rain check cause Lydia agreed to see a movie, later rascal.” Stiles was looking down at his phone before winking at you & heading down a different corridor. Y/N licked your lips as you sighed, looking down at your suede ankle boots. ‘That’s only the 3rd cancel of plans because of Miss Martin..’ Y/N began to think & of course those nasty subconscience thoughts began to sink in . Those thoughts that were centered on replacement. “St-stop. He’s still your best friend.” You had to convince yourself outloud in an unexpectant tone. Clenching your jaw, you continued your way to class so you were not late. “And I’ll use you as a focal point.” That third date turned into five dates which turned into eight dates. Seemed like Stiles & Lydia were hanging out at least 2-3 times a week causing you to feel drained. You no longer get to hear Stiles’ hearty laugh when you bust a corny joke, see the tip of his ears turn red when he gets embarrassed by his Dad, or smell (not by choice) his sweaty lacrosse gear. Lydia most likely does. So in attempts to get your best friend back you had bought a whole outfit and planned to put on more makeup than usual. Monday morning, you walked to your lockers in black heels, a white pencil skirt, and a lacy black dress top. You had curled the ends of your hair & did a smokey eye on your face accentuated with lip gloss. “Aye Stiles.” You smirked as you walked up. Half of you expected to be immediately showered with compliments, the other half expected him to become super overprotective. Yet all you got was a monotone “Yo” , a locker slam shut then Stiles walking off. Those heels suddenly weren’t big enough because Y/N officially felt small. “I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be, right in front of me , talk some sense to me.” That same week, there was a pack meeting on Friday. The pack consists of Scott, Malia, Kira, Lydia, Liam, and Mason. Parrish was sort of an honorary member. Awaiting on Scott's couch for everyone to arrive, you were tapping away on your phone. Surprisingly instead of focusing on you & Stiles' long lost friendship you dove into a tumblr blog to focus on. Right when you were to reblog a candid photo , the front door opened. Never had you expected to lose your breath seeing Stiles & Lydia approach you hand in hand, never had you expected to feel your heart pound against your chest because it wanted out.  Never had you expected to shakily stand and your throat clamp up before muttering "Fuck this.." The plan never was to rush through Scott's house to get to his bathroom in order to vomit your feelings out. The plan never was to fucking fall in love with Stiles Stilinski. But who sticks to plans nowadays. (A/N: sorry I sort of ventured from the pack being involved to my own thing but I actually am proud of the outcome!)

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Hi! Could I get a ship please? I'm 5'3, with a large bust and chin length blonde hair. I get really excited about dinosaurs and space a lot, and I'm a big supporter of human rights/feminism. I'm normally pretty quiet around new people, but I get really loud when I'm comfortable around people or talking about something I'm passionate about. I love singing and musical theatre. I like cuddling a lot. I'm pansexual, so gender of the person doesn't really matter to me. Thank you!

Wowowow so I can't believe I'm shipping you with my baby but I guess!Boyfriend: Derek Hale!Girlfriend: Lydia Martin!Best Friend: Me (((:Species: Beta Werewolf with blue eyes maybe (;

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request stuff right the fuck now. bye.

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My name is Abby and I'm bisexual! I'm 5'4 with short (shoulder length) brown hair that i curl most of the time. My eyes are green and my lips are really full. I deeply adore my friends, musical theatre(and acting), and being happy. I deeply dislike dishonesty, passive aggressiveness, and my body image issues.

Boyfriend: Stiles Stilinski // Girlfriend: Allison Argent // Best friend: Derek Hale. // Species: Human or Beta with yellow eyes!

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My name is Angela, I'm a straight female. I'm 5'2 with long black hair, dark brown eyes, and a curvy body. I adore beauty, friends, and happiness. I dislike accusers, hot messes, and haters who hate for no reason.

Boyfriend: Scott McCall!Best Friend: Lydia Martin!Species: Human!{Share your results!}

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Inactivity... No bueno.

I miss being on tumblr. But the format for my imagines get all fucked up I believe because I'm on mobile. Do my imagines suck :/ ?

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let it be: i.l. ❤

Requested: Yes! Use of: Fluff (: Requests are: Open! Song: None! —————————————————– Derek Hale turned out to become beyond beneficial to his beta , Issac Lahey. After escaping his home abuse from his father due to his new supernatural status, he had to get training . Emotional & physical training from his new alpha Derek. Though, mental was not all the way there…. at least not all the time. Through Derek & the pack’s continous support, Issac was able to graduate Beacon Hills High with an average gpa of 3.5. After high school , despite what people thought , Issac decided he wanted to be a nurse, pediatrician really, to help people. At that age, he didn’t feel help. Now . Nursing is Issac’s passion yet so his child. No girl was knocked up, the child had gotten adopted after a long process fueled by a doctor’s visit with an abusive father. Ezra Alexander Lahey is 5 years old and soon to be starting kindergarden as Issac is 23 and certified nurse at Beacon Hills Hospital. Ezra , of course , is at a small height with fair skin, light auburn colored eyes, curly sandy brown colored hair and a small scar under his left eyelid. Once Ezra was safely taken from his father after proof of abuse, Issac and he began to get close , provided by regular visits including a social worker. It only took a month for Issac to realise he needed this kid and this kid just may need him too. It was a busy Tuesday in the small Lahey house , yet important since it’s Ezra’s first day of kindergarden. “Blueberry waffles!” Ezra exclaims , rushing to their cozy kitchen as Issac yawns, stirring coffee in his mug, shirtless. “Yeah buddy, hold on.” Issac says Breakfast took approximately 20 minutes then Issac was dressing himself and his son. Before they walk out the door, Issac kneels down and kisses Ezra’s forehead deeply . “I love you and hope you have a fun, productive day at school.” That was Issac’s chanting mantra as he strapped Ezra into their silver Honda Civic then began driving . They pulled up to Beacon Hills Elementary at 8:15, 15 minutes before class started. There stood Y/N, dressed in white heels, a long black Maxi skirt, and a white dress shirt ready to escort Ezra into class. Issac rolled down his window, simply assessing you. “Hello! Ezra Lahey right? I am his teacher , Miss Y/N!” You spoke excitedly. (SUCKY ASS CLIFF HANGER I WANTED TO GET THIS OUT THERE SINCE I BEEN MIA , LOVE YA’LL!)

[sach-ito]

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hey guys! So I don't know if it is one specific anon that continously requests "Mommy reader Liam" imagines but I'd rather not keep repeating . so less of those please there are more characters (:

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Oh my god. a Future!Au and it involves SingleDaddy!Isaac with his 5 year old son. he is signing him up for kindergarten and y/n is his teacher and his son develops a strong attachment to Ms. Y/N. So one day Isaac gets a call from the school and his son had gotten into a fight and he had to go pick him up and he walks in on Y/N snuggling his son and running her fingers through his curls, cooing him and comforting him and s/n calls her "mommy" and Isaac falls in love and fluff. I'm crying😍😭

ON IT ❤🔥

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IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE!

so like can I get some reviews on all my imagines? Hearts would be nice but I want to learn how to improve my writing and expand my imaginative capacity . Thank you!

[faramircaptainofgondor]

so i’ve got one of these

if we’re mutually following each other, you can ask for it

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stomach it: s.m. part 2!

Requested: Yes ❤

Use of: Cussing , Death , Violence.

Requests are: Open!

Song: None

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Calling Scott’s name about 100 times only did three things: 1) Confirm Scott wasn’t coming to your rescue. 2) Make you long for Scott as if he were air and you were out of breath(which you were). Finally, 3) Cause your throat and chest to throb in raw pain . Your cheek had tear stains plastered on them as you stared at the ground. Wherever the hell you were, you felt as if it were your final destination. How did it go from feeling Scott’s lips on yours to the manacles around your wrists causing you to bleed when you squirmed too much. Then suddenly... in they walked . Their appearance consisted of long , dusty black trench coats, heavy boots you could hear when they took a step and these complicated looking , black masks. Not just one where there is a strap in the back that you can lift up, they were made of .. metal? 3 Dread Doctors gathered around you as you looked up in silence, heart pounding too hard against your chest for you to speak. The middle one began to speak in a distorted, almost recorded like, cynical voice. "Y/N , already a failure . Can not.... have.... double the failure..." Your brows furrowed in confusion. They came here to insult you? You gasp once the masked figure on the left roughly gripped your head and tilted your head backward, baring your neck to the group. "Wait wait.. what are you doing! Please stop! Stop it! SCOTT!" You began yelling when you were stopped short by a needle puncturing and entering your skin as it injected something. Then once again, you knocked out. You woke up what seemed to be a few minutes later, on that same floor , head facing the staircase to who knows where. "Y/N , Y/N , Y/N!!!" You heard Scott's voice in your head and whimpered in loss. Oh how you wish he was here.... "Y/N!" The voice got louder and suddenly the ground shook. Breaking through an invisible wall in that way of tunnels, Scott roared as his alpha eyes gleamed in the lab. He growled looking around for anyone then his eyes landed on you. "Sc-Scotty!" You smile graciously as he rushes over , lifting your head to support it. "Y/N baby, I am so fucking sorry. What did they do to you?!" Scott's eyes shifted back to their chocolate brown as he scans your body for injuries. "I got a ..... shot." You muttered, memory slightly hazy. He frowned deeply and sniffed before looking at your jeans and gasping. Blood covered your whole crotch and backside area and he started heaving. Your body lifted up slightly and your breath was lost as you looked at the sight. "My.... my BABY!" you cried out tears rushing to your eyes as Scott pulled you into his chest, tears rushing down his face. "They took our fucking kid Scott, OUR KID!" you cried heavily against it and all Scott could do was cry heavily along with you, gripping your hand in his tightly, so they couldn't take you away too.

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Already on my toes for 'Stomach It' part 2. Yoi ur writing is outstanding

thank you!