These Imagines are extremely old and cringy, read at your own risk. Please don't try to start shit in the comments because this was my first book ever and as I said it's cringy.

For Carson Bradley, Stiles Stilinski, and Scott McCall, they were used to having a Plan B. This time, however, they were merely pawns in a far more deadly game. (season 3, book 3) (no longer updating)

Somewhere amidst bloodthirsty werewolves and vengeful hunters, Carson Bradley did the one thing she thought she never would: she fell for her best friend. (season 1, book 1)

Ryder McCall was an average teenage girl. She had popularity, great friends, great looks, even great clothes. Her only issues in life seemed to be what ridiculously expensive outfit her best friend Lydia was going to wear, or hmmmm I don't know, maybe the fact she has been in love with her brother's best friend since FOREVER! Too bad he is in love with Lydia. Yeah her life seemed to be a breeze, just typical teenage girl drama.... But that all changed the night her twin brother followed his best friend out into the woods the night before their first day of Sophomore year.... and of course.... they dragged her along for the ride. **Season One**

You run into Void Stiles again, this time you're in an elevator with a couple minutes to spair

"You do realize that I'm supposed to tell you when you're throwing yourself into a dangerous situation and that doing this will probably get you killed, right?" "I don't need you to take care of me, Sage." "Says the werewolf that fell into the floor." Sage Connelly was notoriously known for the fire that killed her entire family when she was only ten years old. Granted, that name held importance for an entire year before people eventually forgot about the Connelly's and the other family involved in the fire, the Hale's. Nearly six years later, when the little girl is not so little anymore, Sage comes back with more than just a leather jacket hanging on her shoulders. She comes back with a personality distinctly different from what her old friends remembered, not only stunning Jackson Whittemore into silence but efficiently taking away Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski's ability to talk about the dead body found in the woods the night before. Even more, the bite on Scott's body that held an importance only two people in town could help him with: Sage, to her dismay, was one of them. When Derek Hale calls upon her help, giving her the title of Scott McCall's personal babysitter, she's inevitably forced to tag along with the boy's trusty side-kick. The introverted and overly, well, intimidating qualities that the blonde had lead Stiles Stilinski into an unfathomable struggle of convincing himself that Sage Connelly was just a crush, and that Lydia Martin would forever be the one holding his heart. That lasted as long as the one-way conversation the boy had with the strawberry blonde in the middle of a hospital. His downward spiral leads him directly into the arms of a stubborn, damn blonde that was confident she didn't need a boy in her life that was still tripping over an elementary school crush. [Season One & Two of Teen Wolf] IN THE SLOW PROCESS OF EDITING. SEQUEL IS NOW PUBLISHED, 'STILL' © Copyright 2016 | vividparacosm Cover: @amberIes

❝stiles, I stopped playing by the rules a long time ago.❞ in which a girl laughs in the face of death ::: #pfcc2k16 season 3a **extended summary inside** see burned trailer here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rV8q1P0_NFw&feature=youtu.be > © lolstilinski 2014-15

Maebh Clery is excited for a fresh new start in Beacon Hills. She wants to meet new people, do new things, and start a new life. But she's not prepared for what she finds about the town, and more importantly, about herself. When emotions start to make a complicated situation dangerous, she must rely on herself to save the ones she loves. But can she do it?

The sexual things Void Stiles did that one night

"Let me out!" She screamed, banging on the cool metal that served as a prison. "Let me in." The dark figure rasped, suddenly appearing by the small openings of the locker. She gasped, familiar brown eyes piercing her own. "Let me in," he repeated, the gruff voice now morphed into a much gentler, familiar voice. She couldn't look away from his eyes, the desperateness of them holding her captive. She was only able to whisper one choked syllable. "Stiles..." »Book 1 »Season 3B