hey! iâm mich (she/her) | 24 writing blog: @michwritesstuff mindless blog for me to share my thoughts and express myself! hope you guys find inspiration and courage to do the same :)
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I consider myself to be a very caring, creative, and passionate person. In my free time I love going to bars and watching F1 with my friends, making felt crafts, and spending time outdoors! Love language is quality time and acts of service. gender preference: male fandom: top gun/pitt whichever you feel more drawn to haha!
thanks :)))
(doing the pitt since its my biggest hyperfixation rn)
Your match is...Dennis Whitaker!
Dennis would love how much you care for others and would deeply admire your passion for certain things. He'd love watching you make felt crafts or simply talking to you whenever you're spending time together.
He would very much try and avoid social settings but he'd go out with you simply because he knows how much you love spending time outdoors. And he'd actually end up getting along with your friends.
Itâs Not All In Your Head (Teen Wolf: Stiles Stilinski)
I KNOW THIS IS KIND OF A DYING FANDOM SO IF YOU LIKE THIS PLEASE REBLOG/SHARE/LIKE!! IM CURRENTLY REWATCHING SO IM FEELING QUITE INSPIRED BY THESE CHARACTERS!
this was formerly posted on my blog as âUnexpectedâ with a 1.5k word count, but I wrote it over two years ago and wanted to rewrite some things and add some more plot. So this really is a different story now, deserving of a new title and song that fits the vibe
pairing: female reader (she/her) x Stiles Stilinski
summary: When you find yourself mixed up in the mysterious supernatural world of Beacon Hills, a town youâve grown up in your whole life, you find an unlikely ally in the form of Stiles Stilinski. The boy youâve despised and admired for the last half of your life.
notes/warnings: small mentions of familial death, mention of dead body
word count: 3.3k
Getting out of bed this morning was rough.
Head rushing and pounding with the adrenaline from the night before.
It couldnât be, right?
Everything you experienced last night wasnât real, or at least thatâs what you tried to tell yourself.
You couldnât explain how you ended up in the woods in the middle of the night.
Hearing voices in your head, it was almost as if you had been summoned there.
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This was the second time in your life that you couldnât push the voices away.
It had only happened once before this, right before your grandmother passed.
She had been in hospice for the last few months and hadnât been doing well.
You begged your mom to let you skip school that day to visit her, but she insisted that the last time she had spoken to the nurse, everything was fine.
You got called out of class early that day, your mother rushing you over to the nursing home so that your grandmother would be surrounded by family in her last moments.
Neither of you had brought up how you somehow knew you needed to be there, but the coincidence never left your mind.
Tonight felt like that day from a few months ago.
As you sat at your desk doing homework you could hear distant muffled voices, the words werenât clear, but they started getting louder.
You huffed, pushing your chair back as you got up.
Walking down the hallway you expected to turn the corner and see your younger brother blasting the tv at the highest volume, but you were met with the deafening silence of the dark and empty living room.
The voices continued as you wandered around the house, growing louder as you followed them outside into the back yard.
You looked back at your house before sneaking out the side gate.
The streets were empty as you walked down the sidewalk, making left and right turns when they felt right.
It wasnât until you reached the entrance to the Beacon Hills Preserve that you snapped back to reality and truly took in your surroundings.
You barely enjoyed running through here when it was cross country season, you certainly wouldnât have chosen to come here in the middle of the night.                                               Â
Walking further into the woods, you reached a small clearing.
A large wood trunk sat in the middle of the clearing, a sizeable figure laying on top of it.
As you got closer you began to make out shapes; an arm, a leg, it was a body.
You stopped a few feet short of the stump, your eyes widening in horror as they focused in on the lifeless eyes of the body before you.
It was a dead body.
You couldnât do anything but scream at the top of your lungs.
The murmured voices quickly stopped and were soon replaced by a different set of voices.
They grew louder as did the footsteps as they approached.
 âY/N!â Scott and Lydia exclaimed at the same time.
You turned around quickly, fear painted on your features as you attempted to speak.
âIâI donâtâŚâ
Lydia stepped forward, wrapping her arm around your shoulder as she walked you away from the body.
âY/L/N?â you heard another voice arise.
 It was the first time you really noticed that he was there.
âStilinski,â you greeted back.
âWhat are you doing out here?â he asked.
âYou know the usual, finding dead bodies in the woods, you?â
 Hearing his scoff, you smirked to yourself, it was so easy to rile him up.
It didnât seem like the appropriate time to be making jokes, but with Stiles the sarcasm and witty comebacks were hard to swallow back.
It was almost refreshing to be joking with him in that moment.
Whispering among themselves, you stood quietly looking around, of course your attention still drawn to the body splayed on the trunk a few feet behind them.
Their whispering soon came to an end and Lydia and Stiles stepped forward.
Taking your arm again, Lydia turned you around so that you were now walking in the direction that you came from.
âY/N, did you walk here?â Lydia asked concernedly.
âYeah, Iââ you were about to explain how you felt drawn here.
ââŚyeahâ you answered quietly.
She turned her head to give Scott and Stiles a worried look.
You know what this might have looked like to your classmates.
Standing over a dead body in the middle of the woods, late at night.
âCâmon, Stiles will take us home. Itâs probably not the safest idea to be out now.â
 âWhat about Scott?â you asked unsurely.
 âBelieve me, Scott knows how to handle his own,â Stiles replied while slightly increasing his speed so that he was now walking in front of you and Lydia.
You werenât exactly sure what he meant by that, but you chose not to ask too many questions.
As you crawled into the back of Stilesâs Jeep you didnât know what to think.
You were terrified about the discovery you made in the woods and the unexplainable feeling that you had that could have possibly led you there.
Terrified at the thought of your classmates, also walking around the woods at the same time and seemingly not as concerned about a body as you were.
The low hum of the radio filled the awkward silence as they drove you home, only speaking up when you had to direct Stiles.
As he pulled up in front of your driveway, you quickly thanked them and got out, trying your best to get to the front door.
Stiles was quick to shut off the car and follow you.
âY/LN!â he called.
You brushed it off as if you had not heard him, quickening your steps as you got closer.
âY/N!â he called again.
You rounded on your feet quickly, Stiles stopping abruptly as he almost ran into you.
âWhat?â you exhaled tiredly, your eyes watering slightly as they met with his.
âWhat could you possibly say right now?â you asked.
âI justâI wanted to make sure you were okay,â he spoke up.
âNo Stiles, I am not okay. None of this is okay.â
He nodded understandingly.
He reached up slightly, so that his hand was barely hovering above your elbow.
You swore you could feel the heat radiating from his body being so close.
As you glanced down, he quickly dropped his hand back down to his side.
âIâll see you tomorrow,â he stated matter of factly.
You looked back up to give him a small nod.          Â
He waited for you to go inside and only turned to leave when he heard the lock click.
You did not see it, but Lydia gave him a pointed look as he walked back to the car.
âShut up,â he said as he started the jeep.
âI didnât say anything,â Lydia smiled back.
That night you laid in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Every time you closed your eyes you saw the lifeless eyes of the body staring back at you.
Before you knew it, sleep had consumed your whole body and your thoughts and fears of the night slowly melted away.
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*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
You quickly awoke to the sound of your alarm clock blaring.
Immediately hitting snooze, you debated skipping school all together.
Itâs not like you didnât like school, it was quite the opposite.
You were doing extremely well in all your classes, involved in every club and team you thought would make your college application stand out, and you had a great group of supportive friends.
Thinking about the possible run in with Scott or Lydia and the inevitable run in with Stiles, since you shared so many classes, was more than your anxiety allowed you to handle.
Grabbing your bag, you headed to the kitchen, grabbing a granola bar and your keys from the counter as you said goodbye to your mom.
Walking to the driverâs door you were startled when a car horn honking caught your attention.
Looking up you were shocked to see Stiles and his infamous jeep, windows down as he blocked your driveway.
 âStilinski, get the hell out of the way. Youâre going to make me late for school.â
 âYup, thatâs the plan. Get in Y/L/N,â he replied.
Rolling your eyes, you walked over to his car. He nodded at you to get in.
You stood, looking unamused.
He huffed before getting out the driverâs side and walking around the front of the car.
He brushed past you, opening the passenger door, his eyes silently pleading with you to get in.
âOkay, okay!â you exclaimed, climbing into the passenger seat.
The radio was low, and you quietly hummed along as you passed the houses on your street.
After a few wrong turns you had finally turned to Stiles,
âWhere are we going?â you asked.
âI thought you were taking me to school,â you huffed, annoyance clear in your voice.
âI never said that, I said I was going to make you late,â Stiles replied, an attitude in his voice similar to yours.
Rolling your eyes, you turned in your seat, resuming the activity of watching the world outside the car window quickly pass.
After about another 10 minutes you had pulled into a driveway of a cute looking house.
âIs this your house?â you asked confused.
âYeah, now câmon,â he answered, quickly turning off the car and getting out.
You followed him into the house and to his room.
Your eyes scanned his room, blue walls littered with posters and clothes thrown on the floor with little regard.
Typical, you thought to yourself.
If you looked under the bed you were sure you would probably find playboy magazines covered in some sort of body fluid.
You shivered at the thought.
What was strange was the wall by his desk.
Red yarn creating a maze as it led from one photo to another. Confusing words and maps printed alongside.
You watched as Stiles threw his backpack onto the chair.
âDonât worry my dad isnât home, so no one will interrupt us.â
You gave him a surprised and teasing look, insinuating that his words were some sort of innuendo, before he quickly spoke again.
 âJesus Y/N, I didnât mean it like that.â
 You chuckled softly, before letting your eyes roam around some more.
âI just meant, thereâs some things I need to ask you about, you know, about last night?â he continued.
Stiles noticed you visibly harden at the mention of last night.
He knew why Scott and them were there.
But you?
That was a question still left unanswered.
 Taking a seat on his bed, you sighed.
âWhat were you doing in the woods Y/N?â he asked more directly.
âI honestly donât know,â you said unconvincingly.
 âI mean, I could be asking you the same thing. Your dadâs the Sheriff, right? I wonder what he would have to say about you and your friends hanging around dead bodies in the woods.â
This caught Stilesâs attention.
âOk, letâs not get crazy. And donât forget, we found you over the dead body,â he reminded you.
âAnd what exactly were the three of you doing out there? Taking a late-night stroll in the moonlight,â you remarked accusingly.
 âListen Y/N. This is serious, thereâs a lot going on in Beacon Hills. A lot that I canât really explain right now. So please, letâs try and be honest with one another.â
âI donât know how to be honest without sounding absolutely crazy,â you confessed.
âI promise you, nothing that you say to me right now will sound crazy. Just try me,â he smiled reassuringly.
He kneeled in front of you, now at eye level as you slowly nodded.
âWell, like you said, thereâs a lot that canât be explained, and I canât really explain what happened. I was at home all night when I started hearing these voicesâI.â
Stiles grabbed your hand as you stuttered, a silent comfort urging you to continue.
âIt was like they were calling me. I mean Iâve heard voices before, theyâre always different. Most of the time I can convince myself that Iâm just imagining things, but this time was different. This time they wouldnât stop. So, I just walked and walked, and next thing I knew I was in the woods and the voices had stopped. And thatâs when I ran into you guys,â you said, finishing your account of events.
Stiles seemed less surprised and confused than you had thought he would.
âY/N, do you know what this means!â he said, realization settling in his eyes as he started piecing things together.
You got up quickly, dropping his hand as you began pacing his room, the fear and confusion of the night before flooding back.
âNo, Stiles, not really. I have no idea what any of this means,â you exclaimed, the fear evident in your voice.
His eyes softened as he took in your state.
âOkay, hey! Itâs ok. Weâre going to figure this out. Iâm going to help you figure this out.â
âFigure out what? Stiles, this really isnât making sense,â you exclaimed as you stopped pacing to face him.
âYou said youâve heard these voices before, right?â he asked.
âYeah, onceâŚâ
âWhen?â
âWhat?â you looked at him confusedly.
âWhen did you hear these voices?â he pressed.
âRight before my grandmother passed,â you confessed smally.
âThis is going to sound insane,â Stiles started.
âMore insane than a girl who hears voices?â you interrupted.
âI think I know whatâs going on.â
He got up from the bed, motioning for you to follow him to the desk, rifling through papers and a big leather-bound book, before stopping on a page.
Across the top you read Banshee.
You had read about Banshees before when you took a dual enrollment literature and folklore class.
You looked at Stiles with an angry and pointed look.
âStilinski what the fuck is this?â
He was taken aback by your shift in demeanor.
âIs this funny to you?â
âWhat? No, Y/N, just listâ"
âNo, this is just too much. I thought you really cared about how I was feeling and if this is just you and your friendâs idea of a twisted joke, I donât want any part of this.â
âY/N I CAN EXPLAIN!â he continued.
You grabbed your stuff and ran out of the room, letting your long strides carry you further and further away from Stilesâs house.
As you walked through the school parking lot, you turned to find that stupid blue jeep following behind you.
Pulling up next to you, Stiles rolled his window down.
âY/N!â
You stopped abruptly, causing him to slam on the brakes.
âStiles, leave me alone.â
âPlease Y/N, if you wonât talk to me just, please talk to Lydia or Scott. Theyâll explain everything.â
You shook your head at him before walking away.
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You had gone almost the rest of the day, successfully avoiding Stiles and his friends.
There was a close call at lunch when you saw Scott and Stiles standing on opposite sides of you a few feet away. Your friend was a saving grace as she appeared next to you, demanding to know why you were so late as she yanked you away to a table across the cafeteria.
However, as you sat in AP Government, your luck was wearing thin when Stiles chose to sit right next to you.
You glanced over to him, an annoyed look covering your face. To which he gave a cocky smirk and wave.
You angled yourself slightly so that you were facing away from him while still being able to sit forward in your desk.
As your teacher began the lesson you did your best to ignore Stilesâ constant attempts to get your attention.
From excessively tapping his foot and pencil, nudging the edge of your desk with his shoe, and leaning over the aisle so that he was now in your personal space.
âY/N, câmon,â he pleaded quietly.
âIâm trying to learn about our constitutional right to contraceptives, shut up,â you angrily whispered back.
âY/Nââ he continued.
âSTILES SHUT UP!â you exclaimed.
Your teacher fell silent as she looked up to see you and Stiles sheepishly sinking into your seats.
âMs. Y/L/N and Mr. Stilinski, am I interrupting your social time?â
âNo, Mrs. Thomson,â you answered embarrassedly.
âRight, well if you donât mind, Iâd like to get back to teaching. The two of you can catch up in detention.â
You groaned, turning to look at Stiles who had a satisfying grin on his lips.
After a grueling 40 more minutes, class ended, and you were reminded of your unfair punishment as you watched your classmates pack up around you.
Mrs. Thomson wrote an assignment on the board, before packing her bag to leave.
As she walked out of the class, she gave the both of you a pointed look, a silent threat that you would be in more trouble if you did not actually stay to finish the assignment.
You were surprised to find that Stiles remained silent for the first couple minutes of detention.
He seemed preoccupied with whoever he was texting.
Unfortunately, the silence was short-lived when Lydia, quickly followed by Scott and Kira, walked in.
This wasnât just any detention; this was an ambush.
âThis cannot be happening right now,â you sighed, your hands rubbing your face as Stiles chuckled.
âBrought reinforcements this time,â he joked.
Your eyes quickly darted to his, shutting him up instantly.
âY/Nââ Lydia started.
âLook, Iâm not sure how you got involved with these two idiots,â you motioned to Scott and Stiles before continuing.
âBut Iâm not sure what else to say about last night.â
âWe understand that this is confusing,â Kira spoke up.
âI really donât know what you guys keep referring to.â
âY/N YOUâRE A BANSHEE,â Lydia spoke next.
Your eyes widened at her statement.
âARE YOU ALL ON DRUGS?â you exclaimed.
âLike meâŚyouâre a banshee like me,â she finished quietly.
They must be on drugs.
âThe supernatural, it exists, we existâŚâ Scott spoke up, looking around the group as he finished.
âWe?â you questioned; confusion clearly etched on your face.
âBansheeâ Lydia raised her hand, answering with a sense of confidence as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
You turned to Kira, her eyes turning a fiery orange as she answered, âKitsune, itâs from Jaââ
âJapanese culture, I know,â you quickly finished for her. Your eyes softened as you shifted your focus to Scott.
âWerewolf,â Scott answered, his eyes glowing a bright red as he looked at you.
âOkayâŚso, what are you, a life-sucking vampire?â you asked, turning to Stiles with a mocking grin.
âIâmâIâm nothing,â Stiles replied.
âSo, the body in the woods? They were killed by something supernatural?â you questioned.
They all nodded their heads.
âAnd I was called to it because, Iâm a Banshee?â you tried clarifying.
âPretty much,â Stiles replied smartly.
âAnd what are you guys, some sort of super squad?â you joked.
âWe help people who canât help themselves,â Scott answered earnestly.
A moment of silence passed over the group as they allowed you to process all the new information you had learned.
âCan I drive you home?â Stiles asked.
You looked around before nodding, a small grin on your face before you spoke up.
âI would hope so, you kind of kidnapped me this morning.â
He rolled his eyes before letting out a genuine laugh.
âCâmon loser,â he said, as he started getting out of his seat.
âWhat about detention? You are the reason we got it in the first place?â
âMe? You were the one screaming in the middle of class!â
âBecause you were bothering me!â
Lydia, Kira, and Scott looked to one another, silently agreeing to leave the two of you to figure it out.
There was a lot you didnât know about the supernatural world in Beacon Hills, but what you did know was that you now had a group of people committed to helping you figure it out.
god i love when i can tell from the smell someone is peeling a clementine somewhere in my surroundings but i donât know who exactly.. who are you mysterious clementine peeler⌠why do i feel such a deep connection and tenderness for you⌠how are you just a human being like i am. eating a clementine. enjoying it⌠đĽšđ
no, because i never understood a platonic soulmate until i met my best friends! through all my years of relationships, once i met MY people, i just knew! they wonât see this but i will scream into the void that is tumblr about how much i love and appreciate them!
the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
shoutout to those already struggling within the first days of the new year. this does NOT dictate on how your year is going to be. stuff you're going through may not disappear overnight. you'll get there and what's important is that you take it easy
â§ď˝Ľďžplaylists to help pass the time *:ｼâ§
hi everyone! itâs been a while since i made a huge playlist masterpost, but i thought that right now when weâre all stuck inside wondering what to do with our time i would make a list of all my playlists. listening to music is so calming and definitely helps me pass the timeâŚso enjoy! - cam
songs that remind me of a fashion showÂ
a mix of songs that remind me of driving down the coastÂ
a playlist dedicated to parisÂ
songs that inspire meÂ
a dreamy mix
songs to listen to when you feel carefree
a super fun workout/running playlist to keep you pumped upÂ
songs to listen to during golden hourÂ
a mix of songs to listen to on a sunny dayÂ
a playlist full of songs that make me feel aliveÂ
songs that remind me of my teenage yearsÂ
a study/coffee shop playlist to keep you calmÂ
songs to listen to on the weekendÂ
songs that make me feel like living in the momentÂ
a friday kinda mix !
songs that remind me of a warm spring eveningÂ
a mix dedicated to natureÂ
my all-time favorite songs all in one playlistÂ
songs that remind me of flowers and sunshineÂ
a 12-hour long playlist of songs that make me feel nostalgicÂ
songs that remind me of going back to schoolÂ
my ultimate summertime playlistÂ
songs that make me feel like iâm in a movieÂ
upbeat songs to get ready to in the morningÂ
songs iâm currently loving & listening to right now
a playlist dedicated to italy and all its wondersÂ
songs that are soft and delicateÂ
a mix to listen to while watching the sunrise / sunsetÂ
a playlist for a rainy and stormy dayÂ
songs to listen to when you wake up !Â
another nature playlist because why not?!Â
a monday playlist to make your monday more enjoyableÂ
my springtime playlistÂ
songs that are bittersweetÂ
my girl power anthems playlistÂ
for the daydreamersÂ
songs that remind me of the spirit of traveling & exploringÂ
a mix to listen to before bedÂ
songs to listen and dance to in your kitchenÂ
a super fun 70s playlistÂ
relaxing songs for a sundayÂ
songs that remind me of wintertimeÂ
for people who love the east coastÂ
for people who love the west coastÂ
a mix of lo fi beatsÂ
songs to listen to in your car at nightÂ
fresh finds (new songs every monday!)
the ultimate sing along playlistÂ
an indie playlistÂ
the perfect road trip / daily commute mixÂ
a super studious playlist to keep you extra focusedÂ
songs that remind me of the beachÂ
a mix of songs to listen to when youâre j chillin
ă you were carved out of the sea, watermarked by your ancestry (watermark)
ă i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best, i promise iâll do better (light)
ă you are loved, you are loved, more than you know. i hereby pledge all of my days to prove it so (light)
ă i finally feel the universe expand, itâs hidden in heartbeats, exhales, and in the hope of open hands (five)
ă i guess a part of him just couldnât return, forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn (uneven odds)
ă maybe your light is a seed and the darkness the dirt, in spite of the uneven odds beauty lifts from the earth (uneven odds)
ă i guess space and time takes violent things, angry things, and makes them kind (sun)
ă make my messes matter, make this chaos count, let every little fracture in me shatter out loud (jupiter)
ă letâs make a map of what matters most: where every fracture is a running river, leading us back to our golden coast (taste)
ă youâre ready, born ready, and all you gotta do is put one foot in front of you. our ceiling is your floor, and all you gotta do is put one foot in front of you (daughter)
ă but every sighting is proof, and every heartbeat proves it, too: that only love can change the shape of such permanent truths (no argument)
â my favorite lyrics in sleeping at lastâs discography
wow okay can we talk about the talent that is miss olivia rodrigo. she is an actual goddess and lyrical genius. no sabrina hate will be tolerated here. if you donât know the drama and tea behind this song then just enjoy a good heartbreak and break-up song, itâs still amazing!
anyways, having only come out yesterday, this song really speaks to me and i can relate. iâve never been in a real relationship. the one time iâve ever been emotionally/physically intimate with a guy it ended after a few weeks and i started to realize i had been emotionally manipulated. that ended and i am glad to say i have come to peace with the fact that he is no longer in my life and we donât talk.
the guy i have been talking to recently i have known for about a year. so even if nothing happens iâm happy that heâs in my life and that we can be friends.
i was at a party (before covid! stay safe and socially distant friends) and i met this gorgeous and confident girl. it was one of those things where you meet a pretty girl in the bathroom when youâre drunk and youâre super nice to each other and just hype each other up! we started talking and dancing and i just though wow, âthis girl is so cool. i want to be her friend and hang out with her.â long story short, i found out that she was also talking to the guy i was talking to. easy to say my confidence was shaken and i was intimidated and started overthinking as i always do. and as my friends continued to reassure me that i was better than her, i got upset. turns out most of them knew who she was. she was two years older than me and in a complex stem major. but it wasnât about her, it was about him. all the respect and love to her, sheâs doing her thing, probably didnât even know i existed. i was upset at the situation because i felt like i was more involved and interested then he was. to be fair, we werenât in a relationship or even talking in the sense that we were something more so thatâs just me overanalyzing and overthinking. but the internalized misogyny of people being so quick to pin me against the other girl in the situation made my blood boil. as if she is as fault and the one to worry about. well thanks for listening to my little rant and stream driverâs license by olivia rodrigo!
you wonât be in this position for the rest of your life. you donât have to be. make plans, be spontaneous, move away and find new career opportunities, and youâll come to find out that there is no single right path for you. there are a million different things you can do, and a billion ways to live this life. you arenât limited to the idea you have in your mind right now.
As a young adult who is constantly trying new things, this is extremely reassuring. I moved away from home and across the country for university, and that time away from home has given me the opportunity and room to flourish and grow. I am still discovering who I am and what I want. And I am thrilled to say, THAT IS OKAY!
