I Really Need A Fandom Besti. Like A Friend From A Fandom I'm In That Wouldn't Judge My Simping For Fictional

I really need a fandom besti. Like a friend from a Fandom I'm in that wouldn't judge my simping for fictional characters. One that would actually laugh at my fandom jokes😢 if anyone needs a fandom besty too. I'm here

well... he got a haircut...

Kidding really I love my cinnamon roll, he's just very righteous and we love him for it. Except when it comes to Theo, but I bet he forgave him after.

I still just can't understand how you can watch Scott McCall literally carrying teen wolf through 6 seasons and a movie, but still think he's had absolutely no character development????

You see there is Thiam and Newtmas, I mean I dont hate the ship, I mean, I see whay they shoud be together.

But....

I want Newt to be with MEEEE

I want Theo to be with MEEEE.

I cant explain it, its confusing.

do you understand?

reblog so other writers can see.

reblog or the gods of glo up will not bless you

thank you so much<3 its great!!!!

Noah Stilinski x teen!reader - to keep you safe

So I was wondering if you could please write an imagine of Noah stilinski x teen reader. Where the reader has abusive parents and one night, since she's friends with strikes and knows about the supernatural, Noah goes to pick her up to take her to his house since stokes jeep is broken and can't go pick her up, and he heard yells and hits, so he goes in an ya know, takes her parents to the police and then takes her to his house and after that night when she wakes up screaming and Noah comforts her, he resides to adopt her. - @inlovewhithafairytale 💜

TW: mentions of abusive parents!

Glancing at your phone, you set it aside as you turned to carry on doing your homework.

Stiles was getting his dad to come pick you up and bring you over to the pack meeting since he couldn’t, but the sheriff didn’t want text you himself as it could’ve been misinterpreted.

If anything, you were slightly glad that Stilinski decided against letting you know he was coming, because if your parents saw that the sheriff was coming they would be furious with you.

And they were already mad enough since you got home slightly late after school because you were stuck in some traffic.

You could hear them about downstairs, banging around and making a lot of noise as they slammed everything closed.

It put you on edge slightly, but it made it easier to pinpoint where they were, and you were hoping that they would stay down there.

But it didn’t last for long because you heard shouting of your name, so with a heavy sigh, you got up to go down the stairs.

Stilinski didn’t even need to open his car door to hear the shouting coming from inside.

Cautiously he got out, holding his hand to the radio on his shoulder, and he crept closer to the house as the shouting got louder, along with the sound of things being thrown and smashed.

He heard your voice cry out, and he immediately radioed for backup before running to the door, kicking it open.

“On your knees!” He yelled.

Your parents spun around, and seeing him with his gun aimed at them and they got in their knees.

“(Y/N)?” He called.

There was no response, but he could hear your heavy breathing, and the sound of something being moved.

You were refusing to come out of wherever you were hiding yourself, so he cuffed your parents, keeping them in his eye line as he looked around a doorway.

You were stood at the other end of the room.

“Hey kiddo, you alright?” He asked.

You nodded your head, but you refused to look at him.

He waited, spoke to Parrish who came to help, and he made sure your parents were out in the back of the police car before coming back.

He had to carefully walk over the broken glass, and he made his way over to you.

“Hey there kiddo…” he whispered.

He crouched down, and he looked around at all the glass and the broken table next to you.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Fell.” You murmured.

“By accident?”

You shrugged a little and he sighed softly.

“Are you hurt (Y/N)?” He asked you.

“Nothing too bad, I can deal with it…”

“Let me see.”

You showed him your arm which as a decent sized cut on it, but it wasn’t bleeding much, and your face where you had a bloodied nose, and a forming bruise on your cheek.

He nodded his head and shield gently at you.

“Alright, we can handle this. We may need to go to the hospital though for that arm.”

“We can’t please I can’t afford it.”

“Alright, I’ll see about getting Scott’s mom to come to you.”

You nodded and he stood up, going to speak to the other man before he came back over to you.

“Come on, I’m not leaving you here, where’s your bag?”

You pointed to the other end of the room, so Stilinski walked over and picked it up before coming back over.

“Come on then, we’ll come by tomorrow and get some more clothes alright?”

“Okay…”

You trailed after him, getting into the front of his patrol car, keeping quiet as he drove to the station.

He let you wait in his car while he went to deal with your parents.

Once everything was ready and he had done what he needed to do, he came back out to the car to find Malissa there and tending to your arm.

“How did you know we were still here?” Stilinski asked her.

“Scott was driving past, he didn’t want to scare (Y/N) so he didn’t come over, but waited for me.”

“Scott was here?” You asked.

“Yeah, he was driving through to come home.” His mom smiled.

You nodded your head a little, and when she had finished with your arm you got back into the patrol car and waited.

Stiles’ dad spoke to Malissa for a few minutes before he took you back to his.

“Is stiles home?” You asked.

“No, he’s at Scott’s, I think he’s going to stay there so you can have his room for the night, is that alright?”

You nodded your head.

You had been here loads of times, having grown up with the two boys, so you knew how to find Stiles’ room as you set you bag in the desk.

His dad walked over and stood in the doorway.

“How long as this been going on?”

“I don’t know, it’ll be fine tomorrow though.”

“You’re going to go back?”

You shrugged a little.

“Don’t have a choice, gonna have to go home at some point Mr Stilinski.”

“You can stay here for as long as you need, you know that right?” He asked.

“Thank you, but I’ll be okay.”

“Alright, we’ll in the morning we’re going to have to ask you some questions but I’ll be there the whole time.”

You nodded and he left.

You didn’t both to change, you simply just dropped on the bed to go to sleep.

Sleep didn’t last for long, you dreams twisted to nightmares and everything felt all too real.

Your screams made Stilinski jump from his skin and he shot up, running straight up the stairs to the room you were sleeping in and ran in.

“Hey, hey I’ve got you.”

He picked you up, cradling you against him.

“It’s okay, you’re alright. It’s just a dream, it’s a dream (Y/N).”

He held your head to his chest, and he held your tightly.

“Come on, wake up…”

Your eyes snapped open, and your struggled against him so he let you go, and you stared at him in fear.

“It’s alright, you’re safe here. You’re safe okay?”

You stared at him, tears falling down your face.

“Don’t let them hurt me…”

“I won’t, i promise, alright? I’m not letting them hurt you ever again, come here.”

You let Stilinski hug you, and you sniffled a little, and he sighed to himself, resting his back against the wall as he held you.

You were clinging to him for dear life, as if you were to let go and you would be in danger.

So when you fell asleep, he stayed there for a little longer to make sure you were in fact asleep before quietly leaving, but keeping the door open and light on.

Heading downstairs Stilinski ran a hand down his face and sat at the table.

He couldn’t let you go back there, and he couldn’t let you potentially fall into the wrong hands either.

You needed people you felt safe with, and you felt safe with him and stiles.

So there and then he decided he was going to do what it takes to adopt you, to keep you in his care for good