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Hard to Trust Stilinski | Stiles Stilinski

Title: Hard to Trust Stilinski Author: Clara Character: Stiles Stilinski Warnings: mentions of sex, strong language Prompt: @iwannabekilledtwice: “Could you possibly write a one shot where y/n is dating stiles. She has telekinetic powers and theo wants her on his side so he shows her the video of stiles and Malia from eichen house. And y/n causes a scene at school about it but is like scary calm and when she walks out she uses her powers to blow the windows out of Stiles jeep and she’s like a badass about it. It can have a happy or sad ending if you want tho. Please and thanks!”

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Requested by anon: @platinumturtle

“Stiles, I’ve got a funny joke for you,” you started to say, doing your best to do an impression of Yoda, as the two of you were supposed to be working on homework together but you lost complete interest.

“What? Are you trying to be Yoda?” He laughed, even though your impression wasn’t the greatest.

“Yes, Stiles, what car do I drive?” You asked him trying to keep a straight face, along with keeping the Yoda voice up, but failing miserably. You waited a few seconds as Stiles sat thinking of the answer. “A ToYoda,” you responded making Yoda’s typical “mmm” sound afterwards.

“God, you’re such a dork. I’m literally the luckiest guy to have you. Good to know you appreciate Star Wars, you’ve proven yourself worthy,” he teased as you proceeded to tell another joke in your Yoda voice.

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Cupcakes / Pack Imagine

request; would you will be willing to write a one shot where the reader knows about the supernatural but not the specifics, so when the pack goes on a mission she ends of stress baking like 120 cupcakes and doesn’t stop until one of them says something about it

a/n; i loved this request and i hope i wrote it the way you wanted! without further or do, here it is! enjoy :)

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Most would like to believe Beacon Hills was a quiet town where nothing ever happened, but the strange incidents that seemed to occur almost daily made it hard for the citizens to see that as true. There were many theories as to why these unusual acts continued to happen, the most popular one being that mountain lions had finally made their way back to California, which was also the same theory that made Y/N laugh out loud every time she heard it.

The night Scott Mccall and his entire friend group showed up to Beacon Hills High School was the night Y/N’s life changed for what she tried to believe was for the better. The same boys who were often sent to the principle’s office during class were the same boys who saved her from a wolf who managed to find it’s way into the library where she studied for an upcoming exam.

For a while she attempted to forget what she saw; the large fangs that appeared inside her classmate’s mouth and the loud growl that echoed through the entire school, as it all registered as nonsense in her mind. But weeks after pondering over it, she came to the conclusion that she couldn’t just toss those memories out because without Scott coming to her rescue, she probably would have wound up being the next news story fueling those strange theories being tossed around.

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Imagine surprising Dylan with Mets tickets and his own storm trooper suit:

“You’re going to regret this. I’m never going to take this suit off, you know.”

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I’m Sorry {Scott McCall} //smut

*this was just something i had in my drafts its short but i really wanted to finish it. anyway so if you had requested something recently, once i finished the last four of my drafts ill start doing the request in my inbox*

warning; riding, oral, fingering

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Dating Stiles would include

-Helping him with all the supernatural stuff

-Making sure he gets enough sleep

-Cuddling all day everyday

-Seriously Stiles loves being cuddled

-Him always wanting to touch you, whether it be holding your hand or wrapping his arms around you

-Him getting jealous super easily, even if someone else just looks as you, because he feels like you’re way out of his league

-Constantly reassuring him that you only want him

-Him telling you he loves you for the first time after you got hurt and almost died

-Him being so happy when you say it back

-Being huge dorks together and wearing matching clothes

-‘Ironically’ wearing matching batman and robin sweaters that everyone teases you for

-Feeling insecure about yourself after you find out about Stiles old crush on Lydia

-Him showing you just how much he loves you later that night (wink wink)

-The sheriff loving you like a daughter and constantly giving Stiles advice

-Scott loving you because of how happy you make Stiles

-Scott telling you embarrassing things about Stiles

-“Before he asked you out he used to talk about you all the time. He had such a huge crush, he was like a little school girl!”

-“Scott! He’s lying don’t listen to him!”

-Him constantly getting you to wear his clothes and leaving hickies in the most hard to cover places because he is just so amazed by the fact that someone as perfect as you would love him so he loves to show you off

-You wearing his shirts all the time because you love that proud little look he gets ever time you do

-Helping him through panic attacks and calming him down

-Making him have movie marathons and junk food feasts when he gets too stressed

-Him loving you with everything he has

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Nightmare [Stiles Stilinski]

Request: Can you do a Stiles imagine where he helps comfort the reader after she has a nightmare due to spiritual abuse? I was abused by my evangelical Christian roommate and it’d help me a lot.

Requested By: Anon

Warnings: mentions of spiritual abuse, nightmares, crying (?)

note: my titles are so bland sorry. this feels so.. cliché. sorry if its not what you wanted.

“Stiles?” Her voice cracks under the pressure of her nerves, tears drying on her face as she sits with her back pressed against the headboard and her knees drawn up to her chest. She cradles her phone next to her ear, needing nothing more than to hear her boyfriend’s voice.

“Y/N? Hey, what’s wrong? Are you crying?” Stiles, despite being woken up at 2 am, is more alert than ever. Y/N wipes under her eyes, trying to swipe away the tears before they can fall. “I, um, I had a nightmare and I know this is a lot to ask but.. can you come over? I.. I really don’t want to be alone right now.”

There’s a pause and a shuffle, “Yeah, yeah. Of course. I’ll be there in a few minutes, alright?” His voice is soothing and calm and she feels her pounding heart start to slow down. After reluctantly hanging up, she shakily heads to the window, sliding it open with a low whine.

As promised, a few minutes later, Stiles’ jeep pulls up in front of her house and then he’s jogging across her yard. Not fast, but she appreciates the effort.

He climbs the tree before dropping into her bedroom with a thud, a tangle of long limbs. Any other day she would laugh but right now she couldn’t find the energy or heart to. Without a word, Stiles crawls into her bed, wrapping an arm around her after she scoots into his chest.

She grips the fabric of his shirt, body shaking lightly as she cries. “It’s okay, it’s going to be okay.” Stiles coos quietly, rubbing small circles on her back and running his fingers through her hair. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asks after she calms down and releases his shirt.

“I’m just so scared, Stiles. I’m so anxious and it’s killing me.” Y/N reaches for one of his hands, looping her fingers through his own. He presses a kiss to her forehead, cupping her face and lifting her head up so he can look her in the eyes.

He wants to ask her what she dreamed of this time but he fears he already knows. This wasn’t the first time she’d called him in the middle of the night because of her nightmares and he knows it won’t be the last.

Her parents were highly religious people and he’d been around long enough to hear of the some of the things they’d told her. They’d told her to give up everything she loved to give her heart to God, including her friends, her boyfriend, and even her parents. They told her that if she didn’t, God would never love her and neither would they. They’d told her she was going to hell, along with all her friends.

“It’s going to be okay.” He repeats, “I’ll help you get through this.”

Y/N curls further into him, breathing starting to slow as she tries to get some more sleep. Stiles presses another kiss to her head and he stays awake until morning, just to make sure she’s okay.

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Imagine Stiles always trying to have sex with you.

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“Hands Off.”| Derek Hale Ft. Stiles.

“Stiles hurry up!” Y/N shouted up the stairs to her younger brother. Y/N and Stiles were being sent out to go get groceries.

“Hang on!” Stiles yelled back. Y/N rolled her eyes and put her hands in her pockets. How many years does Stiles need to put on shoes?

Stiles was finally ready and walked down the stairs. “You good?” Y/N asked. Stiles nodded and Y/N smiled. “Finally.” She whispered under her breath.

“You driving or do you want me to?” Stiles asked.

“I am. We’re not taking your beat up jeep.” Y/N grabbed her keys off the counter and proceeded to walk out the front door.

“Hey, I’ll have you know that it may be beat up but it still works.” Stiles said as he climbed into Y/N’s red car. Y/N’s car wasn’t as beat up as Stiles mainly because she wasn’t as reckless and because she took better care of her car.

“Do you have the list?” Y/N asked Stiles as they drove.

“I thought you had it.” Stiles said.

“No. Goddammit, Stiles! Did you really forget-” Y/N stopped rambling as as he saw him pull the list out of his pocket with a grin on his face.

“Got you, Y/N!” Stiles chuckled.

“You’re not funny.” Y/N rolled her eyes. She parked the car and got out. Y/N and Stiles walked up to the doors of the store while reading over the list.

Y/N and Stiles went to the milk aisle first.

“Stiles go get milk and I’ll go get yogurt.” Y/N ordered. Stiles nodded and wondered off to go get milk. Y/N grabbed a cart and pushed it towards the yogurt. She looked at the different kinds. Cherry, Blueberry, Banana, and many other. Y/N decided to go with cherry and put some containers in the cart. Y/N looked around for Stiles but couldn’t find him.

“Where did that idiot go?” Y/N wondered aloud. She poked her head down aisle after aisle. While passing the candy section, she heard the familiar voice of her younger brother. Y/N stopped in her tracks and backed up only to see a tall man pinning Stiles to a wall.

“Stiles, I’m giving you simple directions. You need to,-”

“Hey!” Y/N shouted at the man. The man stopped and looked over at Y/N. Y/N pushed her cart aside and stomped over to the man. She grabbed the man and pulled him off Stiles.

“Who are you?” The man asked Y/N.

“I’m Y/N Stilinski. Who are you?”

“I’m Derek Hale.” He introduced.

“Well nice to meet you. Now, keep your damn hands off my brother!” Y/N grabbed Stiles and pulled him away from Derek.

Derek watched her walk away and couldn’t help but smile.

Stiles’ sister, huh?

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Characters: Stiles x reader

prompt: your unspoken love for each other

It’s been 4 years of high school together. You two met during freshman year in biology class. You met in the weirdest way possible, by him helping you get your fingers unstuck from a hole in the table.

“oh fuck” you said, looking down at the table. you stuck three of your fingers in a hole on the lab table out of boredom. panicking you tried pulling out, causing you pain.

you hear laughter from the side of you, looking around. a tall pale boy stood there giggling his ass off.

“What?! it was an accident” embarrassment clear on your face.

“ sorry, i guess your pull out game is just weak” he laughs even harder. you give him a ‘what the actual fuck’ look.

“ here let me just help you” he says waking over to you.after 15 minutes and a half empty bottle of soap, you got your fingers unstuck.

“ thanks i guess” you said,relieved that you can move your fingers again.

“yeah no problem, my name is Stiles by the way” he smiled.

“ That’s an interesting name” you snort, he rolls his eyes.

“What’s yours?” he asks, walking closer to you.

“ y/n” after those words left your mouth, your friendship was sealed.

You smile at that wonderful memory, after only a short 3 months of your’s and Stiles’ friendship you instantly fell in love with him. Only problem is he doesn’t know it yet.

You’ve watched him love Lydia from afar, you’ve watched him go crazy then fall in love in Malia. You have stayed with him through thick and thin, but he only sees you as a friend. your face turns into a grimace, these thoughts are toxic.

“what’s wrong y/n?” Stiles looks to you, mouth half full of fries.

“ nothing eat your lunch” you snapped. the feeling of isolation fills you, making you bitter.

Even though these 4 years with stiles has been great, you’ve been alone all this time. You’ve been devoted to stiles and no one else, leaving you boyfriendless and alone.

Stiles looks at your saddened face, a burning feeling ignites inside of him. seeing you sad makes his heart crumble. He sees you as his world, but he’s afraid that you’ll leave him

just tell her you love her he thinks in his mind. Staring at your face is like staring at a beautiful goddess.

She doesn’t see you in that way though. you can’t tell her, it’ll ruin everything he sighs at that thought, continuing to eat.

god I love him you think to yourself

I wish i could tell her I love her He thinks to himself

IM SORRY IF THIS SUCKS ASS I HAVEN’T WRITTEN ANYTHING IN A LONG TIME