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mummybear · 7 months

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My Brother's Best Friend - Part 3 - Explanations

Words: 6287

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Tiny Bit Of Smut, Multiple Heart To Heart, Protective Scott, Possessive Stiles, Jealously, Talk Of Marking, Talk Of Mates. Think that's it.

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Reader/Sadie McCall, Lydia Martin, Liam Dunbar, Allison Argent, Melissa McCall, Derek Hale.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski and Reader

Summary: A little bit more of the truth is revealed and things get heated between Stiles and Sadie, not in all positive ways. Just how much can Sadie take?

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I know I missed a week there, had a busy week at work! And hopefully this extra long chapter will make up for it, I was going to cut it into two chapter but I felt it flowed better as one, so I hope that's okay! Please let me know what you think, really hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 3 - Explanations

Scott’s whispered confession reaches your ears and you collapse against him almost immediately. Being turned was the one thing Stiles had insisted that he would never want, and he’d become increasingly adamant as the years had gone on. You can’t help but worry how this has affected their friendship, this was a pretty big thing to come between two friends. You also need to find out just how badly it’s currently affecting the two of them individually. They were two of the most important people in your life, which only made hearing all of this that much harder.

Scott pulls back to look at you as soon as you’ve recovered from the shock. You know that he needs to talk, to get this off of his chest, so you don't say anything in reply. You're slightly unsure of what to say right now anyway, because he’d done it, you knew he wasn’t lying, he’d bitten Stiles and that only meant one thing.

Besides, It's not like you can argue with him, because given his choices and his abilities, you would've done the same thing, especially in the heat of the moment. Knowing your brother the way you do, you know how hard it was for him to make that decision. He’d never wanted to turn anyone, let alone somebody who couldn’t make the decision for themselves.

A fleeting thought crosses your mind, does Stiles still have the beginnings of his mothers condition? Or had his new werewolf side shielded him from that reality? But Scott speaking pulls you from your thoughts.

"Trust me, nobody can hate me more than I hate myself for what I did that day. I know it was selfish, I do. But I couldn't lose my best friend, Sadie. Not like that, not when I had the chance to save him."

You hug him again, making sure to squeeze him extra tight.

"I won't tell you that you made the wrong decision, Scott, because that would make me a hypocrite. I'm pretty sure in your position I would've done the same. But have the two of you spoken about any of this? The guilt you're clearly feeling? Are you guys okay?"

"Sorry, I’m just worried about you, well, both of you." You mumble under your breath, pulling back to look at him. You're sure that your wince is visible as soon as the words leave your lips.

Not that Scott shows any sign of being overwhelmed by your inquisition, nothing new there though. He simply gives you a fond smile as he looks you over, as if contemplating if you can handle his next words.

"Typical, Sadie. Always thinking of everyone else, never yourself.” Scott sighs softly, before he continues.

“Stiles knows how I feel and why I feel it, and he gets it. We've talked at length about this, trust me, I think he’s sick of me asking at this point. He isn't happy about what I did, not by a long shot, but he's had time to process and he understands why I did what I did." Before Scott can continue he groans in pain and clenches his teeth.

You quickly grab his shoulders and force him to look at you. "I guess I got it from my big brother, huh?” You state matter of factly, trying your best to distract him from whatever pain he’s feeling but you watch as he balls his hands into fists, clearly doing his best to ignore whatever is wrong. Then you watch as his face begins to contort in pain, instantly worrying you.

“Scott, what Is it?" You demand as the worry tightens your stomach almost painfully. He reaches out and quickly grabs the couch and his claws start protruding from the tips of his fingers.

"I hate to ask you this, Sadie. But I need you to go down to the basement with me. Stiles needs you, he's in pain and he and I, our connection, it’s diff…" Scott's sentence is cut off when he moans, grabbing at his head and dropping to the floor.

You don't even think as you leave your brother, making a run for it, heading towards the basement door. You rip the door open and charge down the stairs, flinging open the final door as soon as it’s in reach.

"Stiles?" You call out as soon as you round the corner, but you come to a halt as soon as your eyes fall on the man in question, he’s chained to the wall in front of you. Growling low and sinister the closer you get to the men. You glance at Derek and Liam standing off to the side, looking like they’re ready to pounce at the slightest hint of trouble, and move away a little.

Lydia quickly grabs your hand and pulls you with her all the way to the other side of the room, with Allison and your mom.

You very quickly realise that you can't look away from Stiles. His eyes are a much deeper purple than you had initially seen earlier. Maybe they changed depending on the situation and perhaps his emotions played a part in it too. Simply another thing you were yet to find out.

You finally allow yourself a real look at him and the man he’s become. Your eyes move over him slowly, taking your time to check him out. He's certainly not the same Stiles Stilinski that you remember. He looks mouth-wateringly good, even covered in dirt and blood, his corded muscles ripple as he strains against the restraints, his clothes clinging tightly to his sweat-soaked body. You’re unable to get over how he was still the skinny defenceless boy you’d fallen in love with. His hair is a little longer than it was the last time he’d been home. Yet another thing you’d failed to notice. Stiles had you so distracted earlier tonight that you’d barely managed to pay attention to anything, except the things he was doing to you. You didn’t give much thought to how much he had changed.

"Mine." Stiles growls suddenly for the second time tonight. Hearing that word again snaps you from your admiration of him, especially when he begins to thrash in his chains to get to you.

However, the tighter he pulls against his bindings the more blood drips from his elbows, but he either doesn’t care or he doesn’t seem to notice. Almost like the rage had consumed him. Stiles doesn’t even seem like himself right now, It’s almost like he’s possessed. And It’s killing you to watch him like this, to see him hurting himself in this way. The fact that it’s because of you doesn’t escape your notice.

You swallow thickly as you step closer to him, almost like you’re hypnotised by him once again. Except that this time you're very aware of the pull, so you don't put up any resistance. You wince when you catch sight of just how deep the handcuffs and chains have cut into his wrists. You’re really hoping that Stiles heals just as quickly as Scott, or he’s gonna be in a lot of pain for quite a few days at least.

"Let him free, please. I need him out of there and so does my brother." You whisper to nobody in particular, eyes locked on Stiles’.

"We can't, Mini. I’m sorry, really. But we don't know what he'll do. He isn’t himself right now and we need to wait for Scott. Alpha’s orders." His words are careful, almost like he’s worried about upsetting you. Apparently he’s right to be worried about your reaction, because suddenly anger creeps up your spine, almost as if it isn't your own and you round on the Beta.

"I said let him the fuck out. Now. It's hurting him and my brother. So your Alpha can’t exactly speak for himself right now. So do it, let him out.” Your voice is practically a growl as you march up to Liam and shove him back against the wall. He holds his hands up to try and placate you, for some reason that just makes your anger spike higher. Your hands tighten in his jacket as you shove him back harder. “Or we can find out what happens if you really piss me off."

Anger is thick in every one of your senses. Although now this anger is one hundred percent your own. It’s a feeling you’re all too familiar with, though not at this intensity. It’s the feeling of needing to protect something that’s yours, so even though you might not have the same power as the people in this room, it is something you can’t stop yourself from trying to do.

You feel everyone’s eyes on you. Of course they don’t look overly concerned about you hurting anyone. It’s probably just that they don’t like seeing you upset, you quickly glance at Derek, “just wait okay, I’ll go get Scott.”

You give Derek a stiff nod in return, watching him leave until the door closes behind him. No matter how much you try to calm yourself, it feels like the anger and despair are drowning you. It’s beginning to scare you now, there’s no controlling it, your hands shake as you screw your eyes shut, searching for some semblance of calm.

"Don't do this, this isn’t you, Sadie. It's okay, I’m okay. Breathe for me, please." You spin around hearing his raspy breathless voice and once again your eyes lock with Stiles.

His eyes have returned to the chocolate brown colour you've always loved. "Stiles," you sigh in relief. Taking a deep breath and stumbling back a little, as the anger seems to leave you in a dizzying rush, almost as if Stiles had helped you gain control of your emotions. But that’s not possible, right?

Your mother wraps her arms around you, right as Scott stumbles into the room with Derek’s arm wrapped around his waist to hold him up.

"He's back. For everyone's sake let him out." Scott’s breathless as Derek releases him and helps him lean against the wall to catch his breath.

Allison quickly undoes Stiles' chains with the key that she’d been tightly clutching the whole time, and with a nod from your brother Lydia and Liam rush to grab Stiles as he collapses under his own weight. You have to look away when Stiles rests his head on Lydia’s shoulder, jealousy and sadness hit you all at once, like a punch to your gut. Turning around in your mother’s arms you wrap yours around her too, burying your face in her shoulder.

Suddenly goosebumps raise at the back of your neck, “not now, Stiles. Sadie needs rest. Now that you’re back to yourself. I hope you understand that.” Your arms tighten around her, and you thank the stars that Melissa McCall is your mother, she has this ability to sense what you need before you even say anything.

Without another word she turns you both and wraps her arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her body tighter, as she leads you out of the room. You follow silently, unsure of what to say. This day has already been completely crazy, you just need a little time and space to process everything. It’s so damn late you’re surprised the sun hasn't started rising yet.

As soon as the two of you walk inside your room you collapse on the bed, throwing an arm over your eyes, but you can feel your mom watching you.

“Can we not talk about it, momma. I just need the rest of the night to myself, we can talk tomorrow, okay? I promise I’ll be fine.”

You inwardly flinch as the images of all the times you’ve seen Stiles and Lydia together flash through your mind on an unforgiving loop.

“Sure baby girl, you’ve got it. But you need anything, you know where I am.” She gives your leg an affectionate squeeze before heading out of the room, with a sigh you close your eyes and roll onto your, doing your best to sleep. Feeling a tear roll down your cheek as the images continue to assault your senses.

Some Time Later That Night

You wake suddenly, hearing the creek of the bedroom door as it opens slowly. You sit up and quickly turn on the bedside light, squinting at the brightness it brings. Your heart hammers in your chest as you feel yourself beginning to panic. Then a mop of brown hair appears around the door, “sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to talk, or sit, or I guess just be near you. If that’s okay? This is… I sound like an idiot, I just-” you cut him off, unable to stop yourself from giggling at him, his cheeks are bright pink and he looks so nervous. Which is so strange with how he looks now, but it’s also so much like the Stiles you used to know.

“Come in, sit down. Dork,” you smile, patting the bed beside you trying to pretend all he is your brother’s best friend coming to talk, and completely ignoring the fact that you’d been making out a few hours ago.

He watches you closely, almost like he’s worried about scaring you off if he moves quickly.

“You sure? I couldn’t sleep, I just… I guess I just need to be near you, if you don’t mind that is. I don’t want to overstep, guess I thought we could talk.” He’s rambling and fiddling with his own fingers as he watches you closely.

You carefully lay your hand on top of his when he sits beside you on your bed.

“Stiles, It’s okay that you’re nervous. I am too, this whole thing is kind of crazy.”

“You have no idea just how crazy it is. Scott said he told you what happened to me. With this,” he says as he waves his hand over his body.

“This is so strange to talk about, I never saw all of this in my future. Even though I don’t even know what this is exactly. Deaton has some running theories. Unfortunately none of us have anything concrete to go on right now.”

“Can I ask where Scott…” you can’t finish the sentence, unsure if it’s rude to ask about his mark.

Stiles swallows hard and nods, meeting your eyes, he shrugs off his hoodie and extends his arm. The mark is half way up his forearm, and to your surprise it’s still visible. You vividly remember how Scott’s had disappeared pretty quickly after he’d been bitten by Peter.

“Yeah, I kinda got that you’re not just any kind of wolf, you’re different. Right?” you ask as he links his fingers with your own.

Stiles leans back against the headboard and you do the same, turning so that you look him in the eyes. This feels good, like he trusts you, like he wants to confide in you, it’s something you’d always wanted. To feel like you could be there for him when he needed somebody the most.

“I was starting to get used to it, the whole wolf thing. Well, as much as was possible. But then I saw you and something changed, it was like I couldn’t control myself, I needed to get to you. I know you probably don’t want to talk about this, but when I found that douche in that room with you, I lost it. The thought of him touching you made me feel sick, the fact that you clearly weren’t interested both helped and made things so much worse. I wasn’t just angry as your brother’s best friend or even as your friend.” He reaches up and cups your cheek with his free hand, “I didn’t want his filthy fucking hands anywhere near you. I had to have you, make you mine. Possess you, mark you,” he rasps, his voice becoming breathy and laboured, and the purple in his eyes flashes again, before quickly returning to brown.

You swallow thickly, arousal and nerves swimming inside you like an uncontrollable force. “What about now?” you whisper, leaning in a little bit closer.

“Right now, I can’t lie. Those thoughts haven’t changed, they’re still there, no matter how much I try to push them down. The more time we spend together, the harder it gets to ignore, and it gets harder by the second not to throw you on this bed and make you mine.” He all but growls before clearing his throat.

Stiles gives you a wry smile as he shakes his head. “But now I’m in control of myself, I won’t do anything, not until you know everything. I won't let you do anything more with me, not until you know as much as we do.”

“Wow,” you whimper, clenching your thighs together as his words continue to stoke the fire inside you. You clear your throat and take a shuddered breath when Stiles subconsciously edges a little closer to you, so that your thighs are touching.

“What, you’re not even going to kiss me?” The words leave your parted lips in a breathy whisper.

“No.” His words are sharp and blunt. You wish it didn’t turn you on more but it does.

“What else do I need to know?” you question quietly. Licking your lips as you watch him closely, wishing that you could just get this out of the way and get to the good stuff.

His thumb brushes your bottom lip, “stop doing that for starters, beautiful.”

“Why’s that?”

He chuckles quietly. “I think you know exactly why, so stop being a smart ass.”

Your nose brushes against his as you lean in the last little bit, “maybe you should tell me what I need to know Agent Stilinski, then we can get down to business.”

“Ugh, come on you little minx. Don’t do that to me,” Stiles groans, brushing his nose over yours softly.

“Just a little taste,” you whisper before moving in and pressing your lips to his. Stiles sighs in defeat and pulls you closer.

“Fine. You win for now…” Stiles mumbles, pulling away briefly to meet your eyes, “but we’re not doing anything permanent. Not until we talk.”

“Yes Sir,” you grin, throwing off your duvet and climbing into his lap. The sleep shorts you’d pulled on before bed pull tight against your ass as you settle your knees either side of his hips.

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, letting everything you have ever felt for him pour into the kiss. He holds you close, wrapping his arms around you as his tongue moves to brush against yours. The kiss quickly deepens and you feel his fingers beginning to dig into your skin soft harshly, but it only makes you want him more. You whimper as the passion intensifies and you feel like your heart is about to beat out of your chest. You can’t get close enough to him for your liking, It’s almost like you want to be a part of him.

“Please,” you moan against Stiles’ lips as he pulls your hips tighter against his.

The rigid length of his thick cock settles between your thighs, and you can’t help but whimper as you experimentally roll your hips over him.

“Don’t, Sadie.” Stiles demands, his eyes glowing purple once more, only this time the colour doesn’t leave his eyes and you quickly stop your movements.

Stiles tightly grips your ass now in both hands and his fingers dig into your bare skin. You cup his cheeks and watch him closely as you tell him what you need to. Both of you breathing heavily against each other's lips, then the lust that was thick in the room quickly begins to fade.

“Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry, we should talk.” You sigh regretfully, looking down into your lap as you drop your hands to his chest.

“Hey. Look at me,” Stiles asks you, moving his hands up and gently squeezing your hips.

“I guess I’ve just wanted this for so long, you and me I mean. I never even considered you’d look in my direction.” You look up to meet his eyes, instead you find him chewing on his lower lip. “What?”

“How long?” Stiles asks as his thumbs rub soothing circles into your hips.

“What does that matter?” You ask nervously, looking at the wall behind him, too afraid to meet his eyes.

“I’m just interested. I never noticed anything, you never said anything.”

“Come on, Stiles. You’re my big brother’s best friend. I’m just some huge cliche. Not to mention the fact that you’ve been in love with Lydia for so many years. I accepted a long time ago that I never stood a chance. Maybe this thing between us will just fizzle out soo-”

Stiles cuts you off when his lips meet yours, you squeeze your eyes shut as a tear rolls down your cheek. You wrap yourself around him tighter, doing your best to hold onto whatever this is for as long as possible. Stiles threads his fingers through your hair as he attempts to pull you closer. Both clinging to each other as you pour everything you have into a kiss once again, too worried this will be your last. Stiles pulls away slowly, giving your lips a final soft peck.

“I might not know everything about us just yet, but don’t say that we’re temporary. I’d never do that, not to you. I don’t want you ever even thinking that ever again. This is exactly why I said we needed to talk.”

You sigh and rest your forehead against his, “okay, so talk.”

“Okay. So I guess we should start from the beginning. Back when Scott turned eighteen he started having these urges. They were so intense and he really struggled to stop himself from taking every opportunity to be with Alison. When I say be with Alison I mean like be with her,”

“Okay, eww. Stop with the visuals I get it.”

Stiles clears his throat, failing miserably to hide his laugh before continuing. “Anyway, it didn’t matter where they were or who they were with, they couldn’t stop themselves. Frankly I almost threw up on several occasions, frankly I’m surprised that you didn’t notice. Anyway, it only got worse, he started getting visions, he was unbelievably possessive and protective of her and anyone who was around her got the brunt of it, specifically men.” Stiles gives you a sheepish smile as he pulls back to look at you.

“Okay, so some of this sounds familiar…” you trail off, admiring the way he looks in that moment.

“Right, I’m getting to that. So, when Alison started acting out, feeling things that were far from the usual, experiencing not only her emotions but Scott’s as well, amongst a bunch of other things you’ll probably soon notice with us, he went to Deaton for help. Scott asked Deaton if he knew what the hell was going on with him and with Allison, especially since she wasn’t a wolf. As it turns out the good doctor had some idea, he’d been doing some more research into the whole true Alpha thing, while the research is limited, for obvious reasons, it did mention something about the true Alpha and their pack having mates. Where regular werewolves aren’t heard to have mates specifically, Scott is different, and by extension so is anyone in his pack. More specifically the wolves he has turned will be the ones more likely to be affected.” You can almost feel his excitement the more he talks, and his grip on you tightens.

You gently pry his hands off of you, doing your best to ignore the hurt look that crosses his face when you climb off of his lap, moving to sit beside him instead.

You’re pretty sure that you’re starting to connect the dots, as much as you want to listen, you can’t deny that you’re becoming increasingly nervous the more that he talks.

“Please, don’t run. Not again. I know this is alot to take in, but…” you cut him off with a shake of your head.

“I’m not gonna run, Stiles. This is just a lot, and it only confirms everything I was worried about to begin with.” You sigh, rubbing your hands over your face. Stiles carefully and hesitantly wraps an arm around your waist and tries to pull you closer.

You can’t deny the comfort you feel being close to him, his skin touching yours only adds to everything you feel.

“Okay. It’s your turn to talk, what exactly is it that you’re worried about?” Stiles asks, turning your face so that you’re looking at him.

You feel a tear roll down your cheek as soon as your eyes clash with his, “let’s be honest here, Stiles. If it wasn’t for this whole mate bond thing, would you have even looked at me twice, in a way that wasn’t like I was your sister? Can you honestly tell me that anything would have changed between us if Scott hadn’t been forced to bite you that day?”

Your heart hammers painfully in your chest as you watch him, you can see the unease written all over his face. However, that only serves to prove your point and that just breaks your heart that much more.

“It doesn’t matter how things used to be, Mini, things damn well change. And we don’t know what would’ve happened. Please, don’t talk like this. It feels like you’re saying goodbye before anything even has a chance to start between us.” Cupping your face he wipes your tears away carefully. “Please, stop crying.”

“Well we don’t know that now do we!?” You can’t keep your voice down, there are too many emotions swirling inside you uncontrollably.

You jump off of the bed and start pacing your room, fully aware that Stiles is yet to take his eyes off of you. Hearing you bed creek you turn to face the movement, watching as he slowly walks towards you.

“Goddamit Sadie! Just stop. I get that you don’t understand how any of this works, well neither do I, not really! Not first hand! I understand that you don’t see that I could go from not seeing you the way I do now, seemingly out of nowhere. But it was like a bolt of lightning hit me the second I saw you tonight. I laid eyes on you and everything made sense, I know that you don’t completely understand, but surely you feel it?”

“Of course I feel it! I’ve felt it for the last decade of my life! My feelings didn’t just appear overnight! They only got stronger. And It fucking hurts, Stiles!”

“Then why can’t we give this thing a go! Just let me try, please! You don’t know what this mate bond means. At least let me explain that. If you don’t want to talk to me, then ask your brother or Allison, I’m trying here okay! Just tell me what I can do?” Stiles begs, stilling your pacing when he gently takes you by the arms.

“I want to talk to you about this, whatever this is… I just don’t know what to make of all of it.”

Running your hands through your hair you inwardly groan knowing what you’re about to say.

“But first I need to ask you something, and I want only honest answers. Even if it means that I won't like what you say, because I need to know that I can trust you. Especially If we do go through whatever needs to be done to complete this mate bond.”

“How do you know you need to do something to complete the bond?” Stiles asks, a slight grin kicking up the corner of his lips.

“Stiles,” you sigh, folding your arms across your chest.

“Okay, sorry. Go ahead, I promise I’ll be honest whatever that means for us, I won’t lie.” He looks nervous, but there’s a determination you can see written all over his face.

“Do you still have feelings for Lydia?” Your voice remains even and steady, no matter how much you’re dreading the answer to that question. One thing you’re sure of though is that you can read Stiles like a book, always have been able to. Or maybe he just wasn't a very good liar, you just hoped he hadn’t honed that particular skill while working with the FBI.

Stiles smiles at you and shakes his head.

“Honestly, no I don’t, at least not in the same way that I used to. A few years back Lydia talked to me about it, the guys had been joking with me about it, she overhead and pulled me to one side. We talked for a while and I realised my feelings weren’t the same as they used to be, sure I still love her, but only in the same way that I love Allison, that’s it.” He takes your hand and places it over his heart. His heartbeat remains steady and controlled, and his eyes stay locked with yours.

You’re so shocked that you just stare at him for a full minute with your mouth open, but then he begins to look a little too smug so you decide to speak.

“So, let’s say I believe you. Did Deaton say Scott and Allison needed to do something to complete the mating bond? Or was it just a sure thing the minute Scott turned eighteen?” you ramble, fully aware these questions are practically spilling from your mouth.

“I’m guessing you’re using your brother and Allison to try and distance yourself from this. I’ll play along with it.” Stiles agrees reluctantly, and you hate that you have to use your brother and his girlfriend as cover, but you need to distance yourself from the situation a little.

“Deaton’s research indicated that a lot of the myths and stories around werewolves aren't so crazy. As it turns out there’s actually a lot of truth behind them. A werewolves mate is its other half, almost like a soulmate. So when they finally find each other it’s usually instinctual to mark each other. Obviously, like I said, Scott is different. Mates haven’t been mentioned in decades amongst wolves, not until now. So far It’s only been Scott and our pack that we know of, but still, it also means that not both halves are always wolves. Like with Scott and Allison, and you and me.” Silence surrounds the pair of you as you stare at him, he smiles and tucks a finger under your chin to close your mouth.

You frown when Stiles’ smile suddenly drops, and he seems to be contemplating telling you something. However, then you hear him sigh and he screws his eyes shut. When he does open them you see his nervousness and worry staring back at you.

“I should also tell you something else. Something I wish so badly I could lie to you about, because right now I’m terrified you’ll want to choose this option. But I meant what I said, I won’t force you into this, and definitely not without all of the information.”

“Okay. I’m listening. But don’t be so sure I’ll take the easy route.” You smile, trying to reassure him somehow.

Stiles seems to ignore your words, and the worry doesn’t lift from his face as he scrubs a hand over it before speaking.

“You can refuse to be my mate. You can reject me and I can reject you. We also both have the option to refuse or accept the rejection. But I promise you here and now that if you chose to reject me I would accept it. If that was what you wanted, I won’t stop you. But I will NEVER reject you. I need you to understand that whatever happens, It won't be me rejecting you.”

“Is it painful? To reject someone I mean? How would we even do that?” you ask with confusion lacing your tone.

Stiles winces as at your reply and looks down at his hands, which he quickly tucks in his pockets.

“If that’s what you want to do, I understand. But the selfish part of me can’t explain to you how to do it. So you’ll need to get Deaton to explain it properly, I wouldn’t want you to mess it up, not if you truly wanted to do it. But yes, it is. It’s apparently the worst pain a wolf can experience.”

“And you’d do that? For me?” you ask in disbelief stepping closer.

“I’d fucking die for you Sades. What’s a bit of pain?”

Your heart practically breaks at that statement, the look on his face alone could shatter you right then and there, so you decide to try and change the subject. Especially since you have no intention of rejecting him either.

“Wow this is a lot,” you half laugh in disbelief, running a nervous hand through your hair.

“As soon as I caught your scent, my mouth watered and I knew instantly what you were to me, even before I knew who you were. Then I saw you, and that need to make you mine was so insistent and constant that I felt it everywhere. But I wouldn’t ever do that to you, not without you having full knowledge of the situation. I was doing okay at keeping my cool, but then we kissed and I lost it.”

“Has Scott marked Allison?” you ask swallowing thickly when you don’t find yourself completely against the idea.

“Sure has, right here,” he rasps as he trails his finger along your collarbone.

“Scott wanted it where everyone could see it.”

He licks his lips as your heart rate increases, you take a step back as he advances on you, until your back hits the wall.

You clear your throat as you look into his eyes once more, “have you thought about where you would mark me, if we did go ahead with this whole mating thing?”

“You little Minx are playing with fire right now. But since we’re being honest, I haven’t thought about much else. So don’t tease me.”

“C’mon! Tell me, please,” you whisper, unintentionally leaning into his touch.

Stiles chews on his bottom lip thoughtfully, you can feel his eyes roam across any uncovered skin, almost like it burns under his gaze. He hums thoughtfully as he traces several places with his fingers. He starts by tracing the line between your neck and shoulder, before he slowly moves down, lingering on the curve of your breast a little longer than necessary and your heart rate speeds up as he makes his way down your body. His eyes saying everything that his mouth won't.

“So many perfect places,” he mumbles, moving next to trace the line of your hip where your t-shirt has ridden up, lastly he moves between your thighs, tracing along your inner thigh keeping his touch high. He’s so close to your pussy that you can feel an intense heat beginning to overtake you when his fingers dig into your skin.

“Guess it depends just how badly I want people to know who you belong to, doesn’t it? Or If I want it somewhere only I can see.”

You're speechless as you tremble with need in front of him, the need to have him inside you is almost overwhelming. You would do anything to please him right now, you want him more than you’ve ever wanted anything. Stiles’ deep chuckle catches you by surprise as he leans in, inhaling deeply.

“I can smell your need, mate. You’re wet for me again, aren’t you?” he rumbles as he nuzzles into your neck. You’re fully aware it’s a statement not a question.

“That werewolf nose of yours is gonna be a real big pain in my ass, Stilinski,” you giggle as his breath tickles your skin.

He pulls back to grin at you again. “How about you? Where would you want my mark? I know you’re thinking about it, my little minx.”

Licking your lips you slip out from in between Stiles and the wall keeping your eyes on him. “Well, I could tell you the answer to that. But I think we’ve talked enough.”

You slowly slip your shirt over your head and Stiles’ rumbling growl fills the room. He steps forward and you step back another step, slowly letting your shorts drop, leaving you in your underwear.

“I think It’s only fair if we get a good, long, hard look at each other. You know, for research.”

Stiles doesn’t speak and his eyes haven't moved from your body. He quickly pulls off the black t-shirt he’s wearing, and you have to hold your breath at the sight in front of you. If you’d thought he was ripped before, dear lord were you in for a surprise. He has a six pack you could only dream of and he looks like he could throw you around the bedroom with those arms. That deep V at his hips has you itching to run your tongue along it.

You swallow thickly as he smirks at you, and those purple eyes return, only showing you that his emotions have some control over their colour.

“Well damn, you certainly healed up. Real fucking nicely.” You groan, licking your lips as he dips his thumbs into the waistband of his track pants, exposing more of that V.

“Glad you approve, Minx.” He grins, letting his pants drop to the floor, leaving him in his boxers.

“I’ve never been happier to be part of research. Because you look good enough to eat.”

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thegettingbyp2 · 2 years

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Study Buddy

Stiles Stilinski x reader

‘I don’t understand any of this, what do you - Stiles!’ You exclaimed as you looked to the side of the bed where your boyfriend should be studying alongside you. However, the space was empty, only the textbooks scattered on the bed indicated that he had actually been there. Instead, he was standing in the middle of the floor, writing on his crime board.

‘Yeah, I’ll be right back in a minute,’ he mumbled, looking over his shoulder quickly before turning back to his task. ‘They’ve got to be connected in some way,’ he said under his breath, frowning at the white writing in front of him. You knew that when Stiles started working on his crime board there would be no pulling him away until he’d figured at least one new thing out.

‘What are you working on?’ You asked, setting your own study books to the side and climbing off the bed to join Stiles. His arm instantly wrapped around your waist when you stopped beside him and you laid your head on his shoulder, both of you looking at the board in front of you.

‘I think somehow Theo is connected to The Benefactor. It makes sense, he hasn’t been on the Deadpool which he should be because Parrish is on here and Theo’s a hell of a lot worse than Parrish.’

‘Stiles, don’t you think maybe you think Theo is connected to The Benefactor because you still don’t trust him?’ Stiles didn’t reply, he simply started tapping his pen against his bottom lip as his eyes narrowed at the board. ‘I just mean, Scott trusts him so shouldn’t we at least give him a chance?’

‘Scott trusts everyone, (Y/N), which means it’s my job to look into them and hope that he’s right.’

‘It’s not your job, Stiles,’ you said, turning to face him. ‘You don’t have to watch out for everyone, sometimes it’s okay to just trust Scott.’

‘But (Y/N), I’ve never been wrong about this. Every time I have this feeling that tells me not to trust someone, I always end up being right! It’s like my superpower.’

You lifted your hands to hold his face and made him look at you. Your thumbs rubbed against his cheeks and you felt him lean into your hands slightly. ‘That’s not your superpower. Your superpower is going to be if you manage to pass this history exam,’ you said, pulling his arm back towards the bed and the piles of textbooks.

Stiles let himself be pulled across the room and you both lay back down on your front, Stiles burying his face in the duvet. You laughed and tugged on his hair playfully, making him lift his head back up to look at you. ‘I know how we can make this more fun,’ he said, waggling his eyebrows at you.

‘Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?’ You asked, a small smirk forming on your face as you knew where he was heading.

‘How about,’ he leaned over to press a quick peck on your lips, ‘I quiz you,’ peck, ‘and for every question you get right,’ peck, ‘you get a kiss.’

‘I like that,’ you hummed, ‘but how will you learn if you’re just quizzing me?’

‘Well I’ll remember all the right answers because I’ll have gotten a kiss,’ he said cutely. ‘Now, ready for your first question? What year did the First World War break out?’

‘1914.’

Stiles looked down at the textbook spread open in front of him, nodding when he looked back up at you, ‘and that would be correct,’ he said, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to your lips. Before he had the chance to deepen the kiss you pulled away. ‘Come on, what’s the next question?’

This went on for a while with you getting every question right, resulting in quite a lot of kisses from Stiles. Eventually he asked you a question that you got wrong. ‘You should probably have another kiss for that one,’ he said, leaning towards you once again, lips puckered.

‘No no no,’ you protested, leaning backwards, away from Stiles, ‘that’s not the rule. I got the question wrong so I don’t get a kiss.’

‘Well maybe it should be like a consolation prize,’ he replied, still leaning towards you.

‘But then how will you remember what the right answers were,’ you teased.

‘Just kiss me,’ Stiles whined, throwing himself forward, landing on top of you. ‘Come on, just one little kiss!’

You couldn’t help but laugh as Stiles started peppering kisses all over your face before finally pressing his lips back to yours. It was in that moment, you gave up trying to study and just let yourself get lost in Stiles.

‘You are the worst study buddy I’ve ever had,’ you said against his lips.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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Could I please have a Stiles Stilinski fluff thingy where the reader is dating Stiles and they comfort each other through what supernatural event that you please but the reader takes it more to heart. Please and Thank you

Um oh my god yes of course you can. Do you realize how madly in love I am with Stiles? Like him and Dylan O'Brien, in general, were my first celebrity/character crush.

I wanted this to be comforting sure but also humorous because, well, Stiles, ya know? So I took one of my favorite conflicts from one of my favorite seasons :D

"So, other than Stiles and his terrible idea that all of these killings are sacrificial, does anyone else have any ideas?" Scott asks, hands on his hips as Stiles huffs in frustration at the lack of appreciation and imagination, throwing his hands up as he looks to me for support, brown eyes wide and freaked.

"Guys, go easy on Stiles. He's trying his best, just like you are." I throw a bitter look towards Scott and his face softens a bit, realizing quickly once more than Stiles tends to be right and tends to be the brains of every operation we've ever run.

"I think that Stiles has a point." Lydia shrugs simply, strawberry blond hair pushed from her shoulders as she turns to look at Allison silently, the brunette nodding along with her best friend. I nod at the sudden support, feeling an overall sense of clarity sweep across the room as Stiles scoffs.

"Oh so now my idea has weight?" I reach over to take his hand, squeezing it gently with a laugh.

"Take what you can get, babe." I whisper, scolding him under my breath as he rolls his eyes, plopping down onto the couch beside me, tossing an arm around my neck as Lydia takes hold of the conversation, exploring the possibility that this could possibly be related to sacrifices and of who.

"Stiles had a point with the whole virgin thing but this doesn't exactly clarify who and why." Derek clears his throat, looking to Stiles as his cheeks blush, not completely used to Derek backing him up let alone agreeing with him whatsoever. "I mean, there's a ton of virgins in this room let alone this town." He chuckles, leaning back into Scott's couch as his brows raise, looking around the room. My heart pounds in my chest, my mind and heart conflicted completely on the topic itself. My cheeks warm and I feel Stiles's hand squeezing mine as his lip tugs down in a small frown.

Now's definitely not the time to talk about this.

"Nothing about Beacon Hills exactly exudes 'sex'." Lydia snorts, shaking her head with a quiet laugh as the group continues to talk on the subject but I've tuned them out, my mind swarming with intrusive thoughts.

Stiles and I have only been dating for a few months and we haven't even discussed the topic of sex or virginity, just playing it by ear and taking out time to get to know each other without the complication of sex. But now, it's not exactly easy to talk about with the nature of the sacrifices that are popping up throughout our small town.

"Ya know," Stiles clears his throat, leaning into me to whisper in my ear, "the whole, uh, virgin thing could be fixed-" Before he can finish the sentence, I pinch his thigh, pulling a squeal from him.

"Please, for godssake, tell me you are not trying fuck me when I'm panicking about possibly becoming the next victim in a slew of sacrifices." His eyes find mine and shame instantly takes over his expression, a sorry, bashful smile slips over his lips and he bumps my shoulder with his.

"Yep- sorry, you're right." He mutters, his hand rubbing my shoulder soothingly as his eyes flicker from mine to the floor.

"I want it to happen naturally, not just because I don't want to die." I explain but he nods, understanding where I'm coming from but he cracks a smile and sends me a wink nonetheless.

"Well death is a natural part of lif- sorry, I'll shut up." He pulls me into his side as I tuck my knees up to my chest, the rest of our friends completely unaware at mine and Stiles personal conversation, our whispers and snickers quiet on their ears. "I mean, I get it, wanting it to happen naturally. I don't really feel like dying yet either." He blushes vividly at his vague confession and my brows lift, shocked to hear that we share this in common. Maybe we should have talked about this.

"You're a..." I trail off, watching him nod sternly, lips pulled into a fine, sarcastic smile.

"Yeah." His tongue clicks as he sighs deeply, from disappointment that he's still a virgin but also a hint of embarrassment.

"Oh." I whisper, biting back the shit eating grin that takes over, not wanting to make him feel any worse that he probably already feels. "So we're in this together then?" He seems taken back by my sudden support, his face relaxing at the sight of my reassuring smile, a similar one stretching across his lips as he sends me another wink.

"Always."

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princeescaluswords · 9 months

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I know you're not the biggest Derek fan but I just rewatched some of his scenes with Scott and I got cracked up by how consistently he campaigns for the title of President Of The Scott McCall Fan Club.

He brings this energy every time he mentions Scott to somebody:

Really weird that people think he'd *ever* badmouth him to prop up characters he canonically doesn't give a single thought to.

First, I know you sent this as a three part message, but I found things to talk about in each one, so I'm going to answer them separately!

Second, I may not be the biggest Derek Hale Fan in the world, but I am a fan. I love a well-crafted redemption arc, and Derek's story is one of the better ones I've seen. In fact, I wanted more of it. But, for me, the key to a good redemption arc is that it is an arc. For Derek to grow and change and become a better person and for it to have meaning, he had to start out in a state that, frankly, wasn't. That's why I insist in my analyses that Derek was an antagonist in Season 1 and an outright villain in Season 2.

I do have seven pages of posts on Tumblr marked anti derek hale. I wish I wouldn't have to label them that, because I do not hate Canon Derek Hale. I simply recognize that he did terrible things, and that while they were understandable within context, that doesn't make them not terrible. Yet, his manipulative treatment of the teenagers of Beacon Hills, his embrace of lethal violence as his primary strategy, and his trauma-induced selfishness all served to fulfill his role as a foil to the heroic protagonist, Scott McCall, and fans shouldn't shy away from discussing this, but I have learned that Tumblr etiquette, when it is followed, demands that negative evaluations of a character's behavior be tagged properly so people can avoid it.

I wish some of the fans who hate Scott McCall would remember that, but I digress.

But I do recognize the weirdness you are describing. To me, Derek's admiration for Scott McCall is a natural evolution. He starts out in Season 1 trying to sell Scott on the realities of his life as a werewolf (even as Derek is using him): Scott's fate is to become like him. "So you and me, Scott - We're brothers now." Derek wants a new family, one that won't be destroyed, but through tragedy, pain, and violence he learns that you can't create one using brute force -- by coercively reshaping others into versions of himself. He sees that when Scott forms his pack, his family, Scott does it by accepting his friends as they are. Scott accepts Stiles with his sarcasm and insecurity. Scott accepts Allison, with her family and all that demands. Scott doesn't want Isaac to get hurt, remembers Kira's name, and tells Liam that he's not a monster. And Scott accepts Derek, even after Derek manipulated him, beat him, sold him out to Peter, and tried to kill innocents. So by the end of Season 6, Derek has instead sold himself the idea that his goal is to become like Scott. "You came back for Beacon Hills? No. Came back for you."

And that is what parts of the fandom can't stand. With all the tragedies Derek undergoes (manipulation by Peter which causes Paige's death, manipulation by Kate which causes his family's death, manipulation by Peter again which causes Laura's death, his execution of Peter, the disasters of his attempt at a pack), they want Derek to be redeemed without the necessity for change. In other words, Derek deserves nice things, not because he earned them, but as some sort of cosmic balancing for what he has suffered (and, frankly, his identity as an attractive white man and a 'bad boy').

But this misguided empathy runs counter to the themes of the show. Scott's the heroic protagonist not because he suffers more than anyone else (and he absolutely does suffer a lot, a fact that fandom uselessly tries to deny) but because he doesn't let that suffering, that injustice, determine who he is or who he cares about. This is what makes him a True Alpha, because he could have let Peter or Derek or Gerard or Deucalion determine his nature. He could have rejected Derek and Stiles and Liam and Theo and Malia and Jackson after they attacked and hurt him. He could have wallowed in the pain caused by his mother's rejection, or his father's absence, or Allison's death, or "Some of us are human!" He could have placed his own safety and well being first, and hid or ran from Kira or the Dead Pool or the Doctors or the Beast or Monroe. But he didn't. And that's what Derek saw, and that's what Derek learned.

Instead of acknowledging that learning, those choices, and that growth, certain parts of the fandom decide that what Derek should have done is resented Scott for not allowing Derek's pain to control Scott's life. They decide that Derek thinks Scott is stupid for not thinking of the world in terms of "us vs. them." They decide that Derek's repeated submission to the tragedies of his own life couldn't possibly have made him weak -- after all, he's rich, good-looking, white, and werewolf "nobility" -- and instead of what happened to him being the consequences of his own choices, he was bedeviled by the metaphysical forces known as 'the writers.' Oh, and Evil Tree Wizard Deaton and his Moron Tyrant Protege, Scott McCall.

Yeah. It's very weird.

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sunnyie-eve · 8 months

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5 | Acting like an Ass

Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf

Paring: (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Panic Attack

A/N: Might be a few mistakes

| | MASTERLIST ||

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Since last night Lydia has been ignoring me because she didn't like how I talked to Jackson last night. Like I was just going to let him talk to her that way? We might not get along well but she's still my sister. "You look more like... well you before we became friends." Stiles takes his seat next to me in class.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask looking at him.

"Hurt, pissed, alone, overall a done look."

I raise an eyebrow at him, "I'm fine." I shake my head.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"I said I'm fine." I look to the front of the classroom.

"You're not though."

I huff, "It's just Lydia is pissed at me because I talked back to Jackson last night. I literally was just standing up for her and she doesn't care." I explain to him.

"She will at some point." He tells me but I ignore it not believing.

After class, Stiles drags me to go listen in on his dad. "If he sees you... he's going to get on you." I laugh as we head towards where his dad was.

"Yeah, but I wanna see what's up." He continues to drag me to the office.

"So why do I have to come with you?" I ask laughing.

"You're in the wrong place at the wrong time." He says but I let it go as we sit on the floor outside waiting. "Favorite color?" Stiles asks hugging his bag.

"Purple. You?" I do the same as him.

"Blue. Oh, favorite type of fries?" He glances over at me.

"Curly fries all the way." He puts his hand up for a high five so I give him one.

"Best kind ever." I laugh at him.

"Favorite song of all time?" I ask.

"Dear Maria, Count Me in." I shake my head at him.

"Wherever You Will Go." He nods his head and as the bell ring for us to get to class, his dad comes out.

"We are watching his family's house. Maybe he'll wind up there. Give me a second." He walks over to us. "Don't you have a test to get to?" He asks his son.

"Don't mind Julia, she's good. What's going on? Did you find Derek yet?" Stiles asks.

"I'm workin' on it. You go take your test." His dad tells him.

"All right, Dad, listen to me." Stiles tries to talk making his dad raise his voice. "This is really important. You have to be careful tonight, okay? Especially tonight." Stiles tries to tell him.

"Stiles, I'm always careful." He tells him.

"Dad, you've never dealt with this kind of thing before, okay? At least not like this." I could understand where Stiles was coming from.

"I know, which is why I brought in people who have. State detective. Go take your test. Also, try not to get your new friend in trouble." His dad smiles over at me so I return one as we head to class.

"You have 45 minutes to complete the test. 25% of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book." I see Stiles quickly write his name. "However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get the disappointment over with. Begin." Mr. Harris tells us.

After a few minutes, Scott rushes out and Stiles follows but I say in class. Stiles comes back after some time but Scott never comes back to class. "Because of the full moon tonight?" I ask Stiles as class ends and he nods his head.

"You helping me lock him up tonight, right?" He asks as we walk.

"If you want help yeah. I'm not just going to insert myself into y'all's life like I'm been a best friend as long as you two have been." I explain as we head to the cafeteria.

"Why not? You're part of the team now." He nudges me.

"Well, I don't wanna invade y'all's personal lives at times." I try to explain.

"Julia now that you are on the team... that means we're gonna be best friends soon, and we all get up in each other's personal life." He smiles at me.

When it was lacrosse practice I met up with the guys in the hallway. "Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know, desire?" Stiles says as I join them and I'm guessing he just learned Scott can smell like emotions.

"What do you mean desire?" Scott asks him.

"Like sexual desire?" I shake my head at Stiles knowing what he wanted to know.

"Sexual desire?" Scott repeats.

"Yeah, sexual desire. Lust, passion, arousal." Stiles explains.

"From Lydia." I tell Scott.

"What? No, in a general, broad sense, can you determine sexual desire?" Stiles looks at me then back to Scott.

"From Lydia to you?" Scott says so Stiles says yes.

"Fine, yes, from Lydia to me. Look, I need to know if I have a chance with this girl, okay? I've been obsessing over her since the third freakin' grade." I roll my eyes knowing she doesn't care about him.

"Why don't you just ask her?" I motion over to her.

"Well, to save myself utterly crushing humiliation. Thank you, Julia. Okay? So, please, can you just go up and ask her if she likes me? See if her heartbeat rises, pheromones come out." Scott says okay and walks over to her as we head outside.

"You don't even need Scott to ask for you because I know the answer." I say as we get to the benches.

"No, because you aren't close. She could keep it as a deep secret. You're just jealous that she could like me." I laugh at him then walk over to Jackson.

"Can I borrow your lacrosse stick real quick?" He laughs at me.

"Why would I let you touch it?" He asks.

"So I can throw a ball at Stiles. I wanna hurt him for a second." I explained to him and he groans handing it to me. "Thank you. Now when I get a ball I need you to get him to turn around so I can get him from behind." I smile then take a ball from coach. "Excuse me, I gotta borrow this." I see Jackson get Stiles' attention.

"What are you d-," Since I didn't wanna hurt Stiles too badly I aim for his shoulder, then threw the ball at him with a behind-the-back shot.

"WHAT THE HELL JULIA?!" He spins around holding his shoulder.

"Don't say what you said next time." I walk back over giving Jackson his stick back.

"Hey! If you ever think about playing, I'll let you join the team!" Couch shouts at me.

"Maybe next year." I let him know.

"Hey. What happened?" Stiles asks as Scott shows up.

"What?" Scott seemed not like himself.

"What do you mean, what? Did you ask her? Did she say anything? Did she say she liked me? Did she imply she liked me?" Stiles just gets asking.

"Yeah. Yeah, she likes you. In fact, she's totally into you." Stiles gets happy but by his tone, he was lying.

When the guys were practicing Scott knocks down all the others including Danny at the goal. The whole team rushes to check on Danny so I rush over too. "Dude, what the hell are you doin'?" I walk over to Scott with Stiles.

"He's twice the size of me." Scott tells us.

"Yeah, but everybody likes Danny. Now everybody's gonna hate you." Stiles tells him.

"I don't care." He walks off from us.

"Your lipstick." I hear Jackson tell Lydia so I turn around to look at them.

"Oh. Oh, wonder how that happened." She checks herself. "Yeah. I wonder." He says sarcastically. I look at Stiles and his jaw was hanging open shocked.

"In fact, she's totally into you... Listen to me next time and watch what you say, or the next ball is hitting your spine, harder." I cross my arms looking at him.

"I'm sorry, but you play?" He asks as we walk back towards the school since practice was canceled now.

"Yeah, it's a secret hobby of mine." I laugh.

"From the pain, I'm still feeling... you're good." He rubs his shoulder.

"Thank you. I hit you with a BTB." He stops to stare at me.

"You're telling me you don't suck at back shots? I suck at those." He tells me and I decide to joke with him.

"You suck at lacrosse all together not just your back shots." I smile at him and he punches my arm.

"I hate you." He walks into the locker room while I go to my locker. "Okay, here's the plan. We head to my house get things ready for tonight then head over to Scott's and chain him up so he doesn't kill anyone." Stiles shuts my locker on me. "Then when the night is over I'll take you home." He smiles like a dork.

"Sounds like a good plan." I agree not really having a choice.

When we get to his house he runs straight to his room while I said I was going to get a glass of water first. "Stiles that you?" His dad walks in.

"Nope, he's in his room." I smile so he smiles back.

"So you're a friend of Stiles? New. I'm guessing since I've only seen you come over once." Sheriff Stilinski asks.

"Yes Sir. I just became friends with him and Scott. After years of only a few small conversations in class, we finally started to hang out." I explained to him.

"He's not paying you to be his friend right?" He asks making me laugh.

"I wish he would." I joke and he laughs too.

"Julia!" Stiles shouts for me.

"You sure? You really volunteered to become a friend of his?" Noah asks me as I clean my glass by hand.

"I sorta did. There are times when he doesn't give me a choice. There was like only one option for me and I had to deal with it."

He nods his head, "I believe that." I nod my head now.

"For example, he told me at school after lacrosse practice... Okay, here's the plan. We head to my house get things ready for tonight then head over to Scott's." I take a seat at their dining room table.

"Sounds like my son alright." He takes a seat too. "I never got your last name." He asks.

"Oh, Martin. My mom is Natalie Martin and my twin sister is Lydia." I tell him.

"I can see that now." He chuckles.

"You're actually the first to say that. When I tell people my age or older they say I'm lying at first because I'm so different from them." I let him know.

"That's ridiculous because you all share some features. Also, it's okay to be different, if being different makes you you, then keep being different." He tells me and I can't help but smile. "I saw the look in your eyes when you said differently so I just wanted you to know." He explains to me.

"Thank you Mr. Stilinski." He nods his head.

"Please call me Sheriff or even Noah, I don't care. I like you, you're a sweet girl." He laughs as Stiles marches into the room.

"What the hell? I called you?" He crossed his arms at me.

"I know but I was talking to your dad. I'm not going to be rude." I tell him.

"Can I take Julia now?" He asks his dad.

"Yes, I wanted to tell you before I head out that I'll be out all night." He tells Stiles.

"Remember be safe, especially tonight." Stiles tells him as he walks over to me grabbing my arm and dragging me away.

"See told you no choice. Be safe tonight Sheriff, bye." I tell his dad.

"Nice talking to you Julia." He shouts back.

"Really ditched me for my dad." Stiles shuts his door.

"Again was having a conversation with him and wasn't going to be rude." I explained again that Stiles shows me what he has for tonight.

Once we leave to go to Scott's, I notice Stiles glancing over at me from time to time. "Can I help you?" I ask him starting to get annoyed.

"No. Why do you ask?" He asks looking ahead.

"You keep side-eyeing me." I explain.

"What my dad said to you... If being different makes you you, then keep being different. He was right, I feel like if you were the exact same as Lydia... I probably would never get to start to know you. Plus you're fun to talk to." He explains as I look over at him.

"You were eavesdropping?" Is all I say.

"Yeah, from when you said who you were." He says as we pull up to Scott's.

"I'm sorry." I tell him before we get out.

"For?" He asks confused.

"That Scott kissed Lydia behind your back and then lied." I let him know.

"You were right... Now let's go." We get out.

I watch as he uses a key to unlock the door and open it going in holding the door open for me to come in. "Scott?" Melissa calls out.

"Stiles and Julia." He says as she walks into the room.

"Key!" She looks at the key in his hand.

"Yeah. I had one made, so..." He explains.

"That doesn't surprise me. It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me. What is that?" She asks about the bag as he drops it on the floor making the chains make a sound.

"School project it's really complicated to explain what the guys are trying to do." I explain to her and she nods her head.

"I believe that." She then looks over at Stiles. "Stiles, he's okay, right?" She asks.

"Who? Scott? Yeah. Totally." Stiles says weirdly.

"He just doesn't talk to me that much anymore, not like he used to." She says upsets.

"He's had a bit of a rough week." I sum it up for her.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Yeah, um- Okay, uh- Be careful tonight." She tells us so we say you too.

"Full moon." She adds but makes Stiles freak. "There's a full moon tonight. You should see how the E.R. Gets. Brings out all the nut jobs. You know, it's, um, actually where they came up with the word lunatic." She says before she leaves the house.

"Lead the way." I tell Stiles so we head to Scott's room.

"Oh, my God! Dude. You scared the hell out of me. Your mom said you weren't home yet." Stiles bumps into me as he leans back.

"I came in through the window." Scott says acting creepy.

"Okay. Uh, well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what I bought." Stiles bends down to the bag.

"I'm fine. I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight." Scott tells us and I don't believe him.

"You sure about that? 'Cause you've got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes, and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, 'cause it's really starting to freak me out." I let him know and Stiles agrees.

"I'm fine. You two should go now." Scott tells us.

"All right, we'll leave. Well, look, would you just at least look in the bag and see what I bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't. Sound good?" Stiles suggest that Scott comes over to look.

"You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?"

"Actually, no." Stiles quickly handcuffs him up.

"What the hell are you doing?" Scott yells trying to get lose.

"Protecting you from yourself and giving you some payback. For making out with Lydia." Stiles tells him and then leaves the room so I follow.

"Really?" I ask as I see him get a dog bowl with Scott's name on it.

"I don't care if it's the moon. He's being a asshole." Stiles had a point.

"It's actually funny." I cross my arms trying not to laugh. "I won't interfere unless you want or need to me." I say as we walk back up to the room.

"I brought you some water." Stiles pours the water from the bottle into the bowl.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Scott throws the bowl away making Stiles walk back into the room from the hall where I was.

"You kissed her, Scott, okay? You kissed Lydia. That's m- like, the one girl that I ev- and, you know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend." Stiles goes off on him so I head downstairs.

"Anything!" I hear Scott yell.

After a minute I head back up and sit next to Stiles on the floor. "What are you doing alone downstairs?" He asks.

"Giving you two space." I force a smile.

"Julia, you're just jealous everyone likes Lydia and not you." Scott says as we hear him struggle to get free. I close my eyes trying to ignore him. "I can smell it. Jealously, sadness, loneliness, it's pathetic but then again you are." He laughs as he struggles and I try to breathe calmly but I can't so I rush downstairs for a drink.

My hands were shaking as my heart was pounding and I couldn't breathe. "Hey, hey, breathe. Try to breathe. Focus on me, look at me." Stiles grabs my hands forcing me to look at him. I just stare into his eyes and it helps a little but my panic attack stops after he pulls me into a hug till I was breathing normally again. "You have panic attacks?" Stiles asks letting me go.

"I used to a lot in the past. Haven't had one in years. I guess what Scott said triggered some old memories." I try to laugh it off.

"I used to get them when my mom died. I knew you were having one as you rushed away." I just look down. "I'm going to stay down here for a while if that's okay?" He nods his head.

"It's okay. If you need me I'll be in the hall floor." He smiles leaving me alone. From downstairs on the couch, I could hear Scott screaming so I cover my ears. "JULIA!" Stiles comes running down the stairs. "Scott gone. He broke the handcuffs." He pulls out his keys so we rush to the jeep.

"Question, where the hell would he be?" I ask.

"I don't know, that's why we are driving around." His thumb taps on the steering wheel paranoid.

As we were driving we see flashing lights so Stiles stops the jeep rushing out to look for his dad. "Dad? Dad? Has anyone seen my- has anyone seen my dad?" He asks then walks towards the body.

"Stiles. What are you doing here?" His dad shows up making Stiles hug him relieved he's okay. "Again, what are you doing here?" His dad asks as they stop hugging.

"We were just driving around then saw the lights and got worried. When Stiles got out to look for you he panicked not finding you." I explain to the Sheriff.

"We just found a body that was out in a dead bomb fire." He lets us know.

"That sucks." Stiles says making me hit him.

"Come on, Stiles some respect for the dead guy." He rubs where I hit him.

"I didn't know what else to say." He hits me back so I hit him back again.

"I like her. Keep Julia around Stiles or you're grounded till your dead." His dad points at him.

"What? I-," He's cut off.

"It's late and I think you should take Julia home now then head home yourself. I'll be home soon." Noah tells him.

"Fine, see you at home." Stiles walks back to the jeep.

"Goodnight Sheriff." I smile giving him a goodbye wave.

"Night Julia." He returns one.

"Wow, he really does like you. I believe just by what was all said in one night, likes you more than Scott." Stiles says driving me home.

"You said once we become friends we invade each other's lives... Guess what? I'm making my way into yours easily." I laugh.

"Make yourself right at home then." He laughs. As we pull up to my place Stiles stops me before I get out. "It's not pathetic that you feel those ways at times. I'm starting to feel them myself with Scott being a werewolf now." He lets me know.

"I get what you mean but it's still different for me. I live with Lydia and she reminds me every day." I look at him.

"If you ever need to rant about things or want someone that will listen to you... Give me a call or come over." He gives me a smile.

"Night Stiles." I open the door.

"Night Jules." He smiles as I shut the door and head inside.

I already am starting to feel the pain of what's to come.

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msmischief101 · 1 year

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♞Pairing: Steo ♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken ♞Tags: childhood friends, friends to lovers, getting together, first kiss ♞Words: 986 ♞Prompt: SteoDiscord's Winter Event - New Year's Eve ♞Mini Fic Roulette: 30/∞

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“Didn’t I tell you not to leave my side?”

Theo raises his brows. “I was just grabbing a drink.” As if to prove his innocence, he raises his bottle of beer, completely ignoring the fact that he left the living room without any warning and, most importantly, without Stiles. That’s what they agreed on after Lydia informed him that Malia would come to the party as well. He’s just convinced Theo to join him at the pack’s annual New Year’s party, and he had to throw this at him. Stiles almost agreed to spend New Year’s Eve at home watching a movie or playing video games as Theo suggested. But Kira and Lydia begged him to come.

“Well,” Stiles breathes, looking over his shoulder, and grabs Theo’s wrist, “next time, you’re going to grab a drink with me.”

Theo sighs. “These are your friends.” Out of the two of them, Theo is the extrovert. He’d probably have a whole bunch of friends if not for his rather cold exterior and serial killer vibes. Most of Stiles’ friends probably only accept him because Theo and he have been a package deal since elementary school. Although he seems to get along pretty well with Kira. Then again, nobody on this earth could possibly dislike Kira.

“My friends thought it’s a good idea to bring my ex to this party.” An ex, more specifically, who still thinks they’re going to get back together despite breaking up in senior year. Stiles has been living across the country for five years now. He begged Scott not to invite her, but, of course, she could not celebrate New Year's with her other friends. It had to be them. “And she doesn’t get that I don’t like her.” It might be cruel to say, but it’s the truth — and Stiles had this conversation with Malia multiple times before.

Something Theo knows, so he merely huffs before taking a sip of his beer.

“Oh, please. Do I have to remind you of Tracy?”

Theo rolls his eyes. “I remember that myself, thanks.”

Stiles smirks and can’t help the excitement rushing through his body when Theo smirks back. His friends don’t really understand why Theo is still one of his best friends. People have never understood why Theo and Stiles ended up becoming best friends in the first place. However, that’s because most people — and even some of his friends — only know the parts of Stiles he’s willing to show. Stiles and Theo are much more alike than it seems on the surface. It doesn’t look like it simply because Stiles can mask it better. Well, that, and Theo doesn’t actually care about what other people think. It’s a feat Stiles is quite envious of.

Placing his bottle on the kitchen aisle, Theo turns to him. “I could kiss you at midnight.”

Stiles blinks, and for a horrible long second, his entire brain freezes up. Kiss. Midnight. Kissing Theo. At midnight. Stiles swallows, suddenly more than aware of the fact that he’s still holding onto Theo’s wrist. His skin underneath his fingertips is warm, pulse steady and strong. The warmth is spreading in his body, up his neck, and into his cheeks.

“Are you blushing?” Theo sounds infuriatingly amused.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Stiles elbows him, narrowing his eyes. The concept of kissing Theo should have never thrown him this much. It has never even crossed his mind. Theo is his best friend. They grew up together. There is no kissing Theo Raeken.

Laughing softly, Theo grabs his bottle and wraps an arm around Stiles’ shoulder. “A kiss would show Malia you’ve moved on.”

“Guys!” Lydia calls from the living room. “Two minutes, come on.”

Theo pulls Stiles closer to him and walks them back. It’s nothing new. Theo has done this countless times before, and Stiles more often than not has wrapped his arm around Theo’s waist. He can’t do it. Not today. He’s barely managed to let go of Theo’s wrist. Being this close to his best friend makes him nervous. It shouldn’t. It never has. So, why in the world does it bother him so much now?

Everyone is already settled in front of the TV, watching the countdown tick closer and closer to midnight. While everyone is occupied with that, Malia is keeping her eyes locked on Theo and him. Someone about the look on her face makes Stiles press closer to Theo. To his surprise, Theo holds him tighter too. What makes this so different is how casual he is about it. Theo always makes little snide remarks, but now— it feels so normal. So right.

And yet completely different.

Stiles curls his arm around Theo’s waist, watching the numbers get smaller and smaller. Still, it’s Theo he is focused on. His warmth. His breathing. His muscles. The way he’s acutely aware of every inch of Theo’s body pressed against his.

Oh.

His friends start counting.

Oh.

Stiles pulls a bit away from Theo, who turns his attention away from the TV as well. A small smile curls around his best friend’s lips; a smile Stiles simply cannot look away from.

Cheers erupt. People are hugging, but the world is muffled the moment Theo kisses him — or he kisses Theo. Stiles doesn’t know who made the first move, or if anyone made the first move. They’ve been in sync for years. They understand each other without talking. Maybe Stiles has simply been blind all these years. Maybe he didn’t realize his feelings for Theo because they’ve always been there, growing naturally until spilling over one day.

Theo grabs his hips, pulling him closer. Judging by the way Theo kisses him, it seems like he’s aware of his feelings for quite some time already. He wraps his arms tightly around the other boy, suddenly wishing Theo would have made his move sooner.

They have to make up for a lot of time.

#steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #teen wolf #stiles x theo #theo x stiles #minificroulette #*tv:teen wolf #*w:complete #*s:steo

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christinesficrecs · 2 years

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Heyy! Thank you for this treasure of a blog! I've been craving sad royalty AUs, Are there any fics with prince stiles and soldier/knight derek where they fall for each other but its forbidden love?

Hey! Thank you!! 💜 Here are some fics you might like.

A Devotion by TroubleIWant | 77K | Mature

There’s a boy exiting the doors as they approach. Where Derek is tan from hours outside, the boy is pale except for a few beauty marks on one cheek. He’s dressed in fine riding clothes, and flanked by a guard wearing the sign of the royal house. A noble, then. He’s younger than Derek, but, considering his higher station, a bow would be appropriate. Despite that, Derek can’t help looking curiously at the boy, who’s looking back at Derek with just as much interest. For a moment, their eyes meet - the boy’s are a deep amber in the sunlit courtyard, ringed by long, tawny lashes.

A gloved hand smacks the back of Derek’s head and he instinctively flinches away, hunching his shoulders. He loses track of the other boy as they pass one another, and as he turns to get another look, the knight grabs his shoulder and marches him forward into the stable.

“Keep your eyes to yourself,” the knight instructs. “And next time, show the proper respect to Crown Prince Stiles.”

Or: A medieval AU that's a little Princess Bride, a little bit more Game of Thrones, and a healthy side-serving of gay erotica.

Consort to the King by Ember | 26.2K | Explicit

King Derek, alphas of alphas, ruler of the realms, lord of the city of Beacon Hills, has just asked newly discovered omega Stiles to be his consort and mate. And Stiles, being the lowly commoner that he is, has no choice but to say yes. Will the King's past allow him to love again? Will Stiles ever escape the confines of his new mate's possessive will? Can there be love once more in the castle? Or perhaps, yet again, another betrayal?

Blindingly Obvious by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 53.5K | Explicit

“Do you love him?” Paige simply asked.

Derek turned to look at her. "That's a silly question," he simply replied, knowing that Paige was referring to Stiles.

“And yet it’s a question you won’t answer,” Paige replied.

Derek carefully observed Paige. “Why ask it?”

“Because he loves you.”

Or, the one where Stiles is the High Enchanter of King Hale's court, but at night is the lover that lines the sheets of Derek's bed. When Derek is forced to marry in pursuit of an heir, things begin to crumble.

If You Never Return by loserchildhotpants | 5.4K | Explicit

Anonymous Tumblr Prompt: what do you think about medieval royalty au where sterek are princes and dating /in secret/ and then out of the blue their parents tell them that they need to marry someone else (or at least that's what they understand) for political reasons?

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #royalty au #prince stiles #king derek #prince derek #historical au

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whitedahlia13 · 2 years

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Alright so this is real specific but I have feeling you’ll have a good answer. Are there any Taylor Swift songs that remind you of Stiles’s pov of Stydia or Lydia’s pov or both?

This is a fun ask! There are several actually. And specific is awesome, by the way. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve listened to a new Taylor Swift song over the years, convinced that she watches Teen Wolf, is a fan of Stydia, and wrote the lyrics specifically for them.

Anyway, to keep this response from becoming an actual book, I’ll delve into three songs – one for Lydia, one for Stiles, and one for our OTP – and I’ll just list the others.

Let’s dig in…

– Begin Again –

This is a favorite of mine. Soft. Emotive. Nostalgic. It was the inspiration for the final chapter of Falling Slowly, a song that has always reminded me of Lydia (especially in s1/2). Seriously, it’s like a snapshot of the thoughts and feelings she would have been going through with Jackson – the power struggle, the conflict, the lack of connection, the disrespect. In the meantime, and happily-ever-after for us, she’s building this genuine friendship with Stiles. One of the many things I love about their development—something that, too often, gets overlooked—is how in awe of him Lydia must have been, the kind of awe that is so beautifully expressed in this song. If you look closely, it’s there…on their first date, and again when they go ice skating… Something in her expression that says: Oh, so this is what it’s supposed to be like. And who could blame her? Stiles is the complete opposite of Jackson. He lights a match to everything Lydia thought she knew about relationships, simply by being himself. Which is to say, someone who treats her right, who cares deeply for her, and who listens to her because he actually wants to know her. Someone who opens doors, and camps out in hospital waiting rooms, and pays attention to the things that matter to her because they matter to him too. For the first time, she’s realizing someone can appreciate and admire her for who she truly is, not just her outward appearance and popularity. And all it took was this cute-awkward, hyperactive but super-smart guy who laughs with the exuberance of a little kid to show her that real love isn’t something that hurts you. It heals you. That with the right person, you can always begin again.

– You Are in Love –

This is Stiles, through and through. Because he knew he loved Lydia for a long time, but it was from a distance. Then, he starts spending quality time with her, and it really sinks in: He is in Love. I can just picture Stiles having all of these *moments* – meeting by their lockers, sitting in class, driving Lydia home, stepping into her room, studying together, sharing peanut butter cups, seeing her snuggle into one of his hoodies – all of these little moments where he realizes he’s more in love with her than he ever thought. Moments where he senses their unspoken connection, the kind he can hear in the silence… Moments when he feels and—even with the lights out—sees that maybe, just maybe, Lydia is beginning to feel that way too... It's slow burn bliss, I tell ya! It’s love. True love.

– Everything Has Changed –

For the phrasing, obviously. Also, if you’ve read chapter 37 of Falling Slowly, (apologies for another shameless plug—it’s a year since I finished it, and I’m feeling super nostalgic) you’ll understand even more why this song gives me serious Stydia vibes. Not so much in the context of love at first sight, but rather, an awakening moment. Something that makes you want to know another person on every level, how with each new thing you learn, you want to know more and more. Always more. It’s about being affected by the little details. How your thoughts keep circling back to this other soul. The notion of letting someone in because—with or without explanation—being with them feels like coming home. If that’s not Stydia...

This playlist would not be complete without –

Invisible String (Taylor makes it so easy sometimes)

This Love (More fic inspiration. Actually, I was nearing the end of the one-shot that shares a title with this song when I realized how perfectly they aligned. So in this case, I guess it was more like subliminal inspiration, which definitely still counts.)

Daylight (golden, like first kiss and 6x10 reunion vibes)

I’m Only Me When I’m with You (both of them, the cornerstone of Stydia's relationship)

Run (I mean… Lydia being full-on ready to run away with Stiles in 6x01. Yes, please and thank you.)

Mirrorball (first dance vibes)

State of Grace (Lydia, falling, fast and deep)

Untouchable (Early Stiles, but thankfully for all parties involved, things didn’t stay this way.)

There are a few I’ll to keep to myself for now, since they link to some of my WIPs. Now, it's your turn, loves. Comment, tag... Tell me which TS songs remind you of Stydia.

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shxdowsofombra · 2 years

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Dinner

[Hallie]

Hallie sat at the dinner table as she played with her fork and didn’t really take a bite of anything. She listened to her brother’s talk as they tried filling the awkward air now that her parents were still fighting. She noticed everyone getting up and looked up from her plate as she placed her fork down. “Mom? Daddy? Can I talk to you please, before you head to bed?”

[Zach]

While Zach appreciated the effort they were still mad at each other even though they were at family dinner. He finished and went to grab his things before hearing Hallie. “Sure, what do you need to talk to us about?” He asks

[Hope]

Hope thought she was free until she heard Hallie’s words and put down her purse as she turned to look at Hallie. “Of course sweetie, what’s up?”

[Hallie]

She looked at them before looking at her hands, “School is starting soon and you both haven’t told me if I’m allowed to go back or not. I would like to. I don’t want to stay here. It’s my last year anyway…I’d rather just be there.”

[Zach]

“You know I don’t want you going back there after everything that happened at the prom they threw for you. There are always going to be people out to use you because of who you are, Hallie, even more so in school.” He tells her.

[Hope]

“I thought you were warming up to the idea of your Uncle teaching you? Or going to the castle for school. It’s not all bad. And your grandparents would make sure you had fun. There are other royal children there so you also wouldn’t be alone.”

[Hallie]

“I know you don’t but I do, Henry still gets to go. I don’t want to stay here. And I can get my own room on campus, so I wouldn’t have to worry about a roommate or anything. And there are many reasons I don’t want Uncle Stiles teaching me anymore. I don’t understand why I can’t go?”

[Zach]

“Henry doesn’t make friends that use him as their drug testing monkey or experimental ‘oh if it doesn’t kill her it will be okay for us’ type of friends either. I didn’t have many friends and I like to think I turned out okay. Okay so what are your reasons for not wanting him to teach you? You and Noah are the same age so he can teach both of you.”

[Hope]

Hope looked away to hide her rolling her eyes. She looked at Hallie before shaking her head, “How are you going to go to classes and take care of DJ by yourself? Because you haven’t mentioned David so I’m guessing he’s not going with you?”

[Hallie]

“Why would I want to be around my Uncle when he is married to…I just don’t want to.” She said simply before hearing her mother mentioning David. “We haven’t…talked about it yet. I am supposed to pick up DJ tomorrow so I will…tell him.”

[Zach]

“From what I have been told she isn’t in the picture anymore and he is staying with Noah at one of the castles so that won’t be an issue.” He tells her. “I thought you two already discussed this and that was why you ended it. You know he won’t be happy about your decision and neither will I.” He tells her. “If something were to happen to you again at a school, I would never forgive myself.”

[Hope]

“Everyone just wants the best for you Hallie. We don’t want you to get hurt or anything bad happen to you. You are our daughter. We love you and just want you to be happy.” She said honestly. “I don’t understand why you want to go so badly.”

[Hallie]

“He loves her, she’s not gone forever and I don’t…I don’t want her to be. I just am mad.” She said before hearing their words and her eyes flashed blue. “Please…I just want to go back to school.”

[Zach]

“You can be as mad as you want but I don’t want to risk it. We already let you go and it did not go well.” He tells her. “You are our daughter as your mother said. I would prefer not to lose you anytime soon. What if we came to a compromise? You let Stiles teach you for half the year and then you can go to school at the castle for the other half?”

[Hope]

“I can even ask my parents to let more kids in. I know they have wanted to and Charlie needs to meet more people anyway so this works out for everyone. And that way DJ can be with you and David while you work things out. And you can focus on school and not being a single parent.”

[Hallie]

“The castle is boring. You hate it. Mom hates it. Why would you make me go? It’s not fair. Henry got to go. Tommy and Ellie got to go. Emmett got to go. Why is it that I can’t? You two wouldn’t even ask your parents, you would just do it. And I’m asking to go to school, not drop out. I don’t want to be here anymore. I told you what I want.” She said as she pushed away from the table and stood up as tears fell down her face.

[Zach]

“Well sometimes being an adult and a parent means you don’t always get what you want. That is something you need to learn. All your siblings and your uncles and aunts stayed out of trouble. They focused on their education more than their need for friends. You are going for an education not for friends and parties.” He tells her.

[Hallie]

“Tommy and Ellie are fucking each other, would you rather I fuck my brother so I can go to school?” She snapped. “I don’t even know why I thought either one of you would get it. You didn’t even go to school. You didn’t finish. You want me to do things you can’t do. I have my own money. I can go to school without you. I just…I thought you would get it.”

[Zach]

“Then why is it so important you go where they did? Why is it more important to go to that school than your own life?” He asks. “Also I did go to school and I did finish it before I became who I was so I know how difficult it can be. So no it’s not a matter of doing things we can’t do because I did it. And them doing that with each other has very little to do with the education aspect which is what school is for. I understand you need a distraction to want to feel normal but I am not willing to risk your life for that. If you had a stable group of people at the school that supported you and not cause your grades to slip that would be a different story now wouldn’t it?”

[Hallie]

“Why are you acting like I died? I am fine dad. I am fine. It was a stupid prank and you killed them. It’s over. I won’t fucking talk to anyone anymore if that will make you happy. I will stay by myself like at the beginning of the year so no one becomes my friend or anything. I don’t ask you for anything, I just want to go back to school.”

[Zach]

“You didn’t die because your mother and I got there when we did and were able to get you the help you needed for the drugs they gave you. If Henry didn’t tell us you might have been dead. I don’t think you understand how serious that was Hallie.”

“When you tell us the real reason why you want to go back then we will talk about it but you aren’t giving us a good enough reason to put you back there.”

[Hallie]

“Because the only fucking normal thing in my life right now is my son and that stupid school. I don’t want to be here anymore. I don’t want to be around Uncle Stiles or Grace and I barely…I love him and it hurts how mad I am. But I want to go back to school. Please.” She said before breaking down.

[Hope]

Hope had stayed quiet and watched as Hallie started crying and just looked at Zach. “Me and your father will talk about it, Hallie. Okay? We will. We will consider it. We know school starts Monday. We will decide before then. I promise.”

[Zach]

“We will talk about it. We will let you know what the decision is once we make it.” He tells Hallie. “I think there might be another school we can discuss where you can be there and have no one know who you are so that you will have the normalcy of school that you want. But your mother and I will talk about it.”

[Hope]

Hope moved over to Hallie as she noticed she was still crying and just hugged her. “I don’t think running away is going to help Hallie. We will only talk about it if you tell David. That’s it.”

[Hallie]

She hugged her mother back before nodding her head, “I will. I will tell him.” She said softly as she rested against her mom’s shoulder.

[Zach]

“Running away and pretending everything else isn’t happening won’t help as much as it might seem like it. You just have to work through it with people who will be there for you and support you. You always have us if you need us, baby you don’t have to worry about that.” He reassures her.

[Hope]

Hope ran a soothing hand down her back as she kissed Hallie’s forehead. “Your dad is right honey, we will always be here for you. And I don’t like him but…David loves you. Almost more than us.”

[Hallie]

Hallie looked up as she heard her dad’s words and just looked between him and her mother. “But isn’t that what you guys are doing? Pretending everything is okay when you are getting a divorce.”

[Zach]

“We had a fight and needed a few days to calm down. Sometimes some space can help not to the point of avoidance but enough to be able to recollect your thoughts and think clearly.” He tells her. “Your mother and I will probably talk about things either later tonight or tomorrow.”

[Hope]

Hope didn’t say anything as she pulled away from Hallie slightly and kissed her cheek. “Why don’t you head upstairs and get some rest? We can all talk about this later okay?” She smiled before watching Hallie nod.

[Hallie]

Hallie smiled as she moved to hug her dad tightly. “I love you.” She said softly before pulling away. “Thank you both. I will see you tomorrow.” She says as she heads upstairs to her room.

[Zach]

He hugged her back. “I love you too baby.” He tells her as he waits for her to head up to her room before getting his things once more.

[Hope]

Hope watched as Hallie started to walk upstairs and grabbed her purse. “Are you going to the ship again?”

[Zach]

“Unless you want me to stay here then yes. We can always talk in the morning and I can be home before she comes down if that is what you prefer.” He tells her before pulling out a box of cigarettes.

[Hope]

“I never asked you to leave so I don’t know why it would suddenly be on me for you to decide to stay or go.” She said as she took out her car keys. “You left on your own.”

[Zach]

“Yeah cuz I wasn’t going to sleep on the damn couch again.” He explained before pulling out a lighter.

[Hope]

“There is a guest bedroom. You could have slept there and don’t pretend like you don’t know why you were asked to sleep on the couch.”

[Zach]

“Yeah and I moved past that whole situation and told you the solution to the issue.” He says. “So honestly, there is no reason to keep fighting about it.”

[Hope]

“Yes, the starving girl in the basement is your solution. You…fine you are right. I fucked up. You were right all along. You don’t want to stay here. Don’t. It’s up to you Zach.” She says as she moved into the cabinet and grabbed a bottle of wine before heading to the door and grabbing her jacket and leaving the house.

[Zach]

“I got rid of her a long time ago. It was a peace offering to let out your anger on something. That’s not…fucking hell Hope.” He says before shaking his head and going outside to smoke.

[Hope]

Hope tried to start the car and it wouldn’t start and she just groaned as she hit the wheel. “Fucking great.” She muttered before getting out of the car and pulling out her phone.

[Zach]

“A night of drinking sounds good to me. We can break open a good bottle I was saving for our next anniversary…” He tells her before heading inside to get it.

[Hope]

She looked at Zach as she heard his words before turning her attention back on the phone. “Yeah, sorry I won’t be able to make it tonight. I will let you know…okay…bye.” She said before moving to grab her stuff out of the car.

[Zach]

He grabbed two wine glasses before opening up the bottle and pouring them some wine. Once she put her things down he offered her the glass. “I got your favorite wine at peak season.”

[Hope]

Hope moved to sit on the swing in the backyard and slid her jacket on before taking the glass from him. “Thanks.” She said softly before taking a sip..

[Zach]

Zach noticed she had not taken off her wedding ring so maybe they still had a chance to fix things. He sat on the other side of the swing before taking a sip of the wine himself.

[Hope]

Hope started moving her legs slightly to swing back and forth as she took another sip. “Do you remember when you first came to the castle as my boyfriend and we snuck away to sit in the garden?”

[Zach]

“I do…your father almost caught us from the window of the castle.” He smiled fondly at the thought. “If your mother had not called him away he definitely would have caught us. We talked about life and how we would never become that old boring couple and stay home all the time.”

[Hope]

“My whole life I watched how my dad loved my mom and how my mom loved him. I thought that only certain people get that type of love. I hadn’t even brought a boy home before let alone let one sleep in my bed, and I didn’t even think about those things when you were around.”

[Zach]

“I never thought I would let anyone into my life like I did you. I told myself love makes you vulnerable. It makes you weak. But when I have you I never felt stronger in my life. It gives me something to work for…to fight for. I never thought…I never even thought it was possible for me to want to marry someone and then we met and everything changed.”

[Hope]

Hope looked at him as she heard his words, “Do you still feel that way? After all this time…” She asked softly as she kept swinging.

[Zach]

“Yea, you are the only person who has ever made me feel that way…this way.” He confesses to her.

[Hope]

Hope brought the glass up to her lips as she took another sip and looked away from Zach as she kept swinging. “What would you tell yourself? If you could go back and say anything to your younger self…what would you say?”

[Zach]

“Well I would tell myself that having a family isn’t as bad as I was told about. That I will meet an incredible girl, have an incredible family that accepts me the way I am. Don’t close yourself off to everyone because showing emotion isn’t a weakness in all cases…what would you say to your younger self.”

[Hope]

“Probably, all those things that you hate about yourself because some people made you feel bad are the things that make you special. That your parents aren’t disappointed in who I am…they actually love me more for me just being myself. And that I’m not unloveable. I will meet someone who will truly love me and that I am…truly in love with as well.”

[Zach]

“They do make you special and they were part of the reason why I fell in love with you. You are very lovable, I agree.” He tells her as he gets up and walks over to her swing. He stopped it from moving as he leaned down and gave her a sweet kiss. “It’s rather ironic that we both weren’t looking for it yet we found it in each other. I wouldn’t change that for anything in the world.”

[Hope]

She felt him stopping her swing and looked up at him before feeling his lips against hers. She kissed him back before hearing his words. “I wouldn’t either.” She says before looking down. “I’m sorry about the fight…I know you wouldn’t ever…cheat on me.”

[Zach]

“I am sorry too. I should stop bringing up the past and using it to justify my behavior. I would never cheat on you baby girl. You know that. You are it for me and everyone else just has to deal with it.” He smiles before kissing her once more.

[Hope]

She kissed him back before nodding. “I know. I just get jealous sometimes.” She teased slightly before looking at him. “I have been thinking a lot…about the divorce I asked you for.”

[Zach]

“I do too, a lot more than I would like to admit.” He tells her before listening to what she was saying as she looked at him. “What about it?”

[Hope]

“I don’t want it anymore. Sure, we fight but most couples do that. And I know we are going to have our ups and downs especially when we move to the castle but…I don’t know…losing you would hurt more than all of that. And not because of the imprint, but because of how I feel for you.”

[Zach]

“What do you mean move to the castle?” He asks in confusion. “I thought your parents were taking care of that.” Zach says as he takes some time to comprehend the rest of her words. “You know I would never let us divorce right? I love you too much to put you through something like that.” He tells her.

[Hope]

“Huh…oh uh…no I know Zach. But now I agree with you.” She laughed slightly before standing up and kissing him. “Just forget what I said. This wine was really nice.” She smiled.

[Zach]

“It’s your favorite wine so I hoped that you would like it.” He smiles with a small laugh. “I guess we should talk about what to do about Hallie then since I know she will want to know our decision soon…or should we save that for tomorrow?”

[Hope]

“She is right. She has more than enough money to just go to school by herself. I can thank my parents for that. So we might as well agree to let her go to a different school. It’s only one last year, the only thing I’m worried about is the whole DJ and David thing. She’s running away and we both know she doesn’t want to actually leave him.”

[Zach]

“I am worried about the fact that if she pushes him away long enough he will actually move on and I know that would hurt her more than she does now. A different school is a good compromise. I can also see if there are any people I know that go to the school we decide so we can keep an eye on her from a distance without her really knowing. I am worried what would happen if they were to find out who she is. I don’t want them to use her again.”

[Hope]

“Ellie uses a fake name at work, I can just ask her to sign all the papers for Hallie at the new school. And we will just keep a better eye on things. We were too trusting at the last place. This time she will be alone and we can use our resources to make sure she is okay without her knowing we are even doing that. And as far as David, if they are truly meant to be together then they will work it out. You keep saying David isn’t an idiot so, if he wants to live he will stop making my daughter cry.”

[Zach]

“They are each other’s imprints, it's a lot more complicated than that, your father knows that. Maybe they just need some space and then they will figure it out. I am sure neither of them would want to die anytime soon. Ellie works far enough away where people won’t really suspect much from her since they are so removed from the royals.”

[Hope]

“I am aware that she might have imprinted on someone, but so did my dad and look what happened there. He realized it wasn’t real…all I’m saying is there is a chance. My dad can’t be the only person who made a mistake.” She said before nodding. “I will ask her then. I am sure she won’t have a problem.”

[Zach]

“I thought your dad thought he bonded to Ashton not an imprint of his. He found that out when he was still sleeping with your mother while with him so it was rather obvious that they weren’t imprints and that she was his.” He tells her. “For our daughter’s sake, I hope so but she imprinted before he did so I don’t know about all that. Because if they are and they want to go their separate ways they will have to make a trade with the demon here and we don’t want that.”

[Hope]

“Who knows? Everytime he tells the story it changes so I just smile and nod now.” She responded before shrugging. “Hm might not be too bad. But I will give her a chance to make up with him. But I certainly don’t like him. I guess I understand my mom now…”

[Zach]

“That is how any mother is with their children, more specifically daughters from what I learned. No one really likes who their daughters bring home the majority of the time.” He teases before finishing the wine in his cup. “Would you like some more?”

[Hope]

“No I would have liked him, but he slept with her first, got her pregnant, then fucked Grace which that alone makes me want to kill him. But Hallie won’t let me and neither will you, which does make me mad, but I am putting my feelings to the side.”

[Zach]

“I am sure if she didn’t kiss him and force him to turn off his emotions to not break the imprint bond, they wouldn’t have done that. The darkness can get you to do things that aren’t yourself. You and I both know that. Sometimes there is no choice in the matter. I still don’t understand why we can’t just kill Grace…”

[Hope]

“Yeah yeah, whatever. He should be scared to come to this house. I won’t kill him…but I can let my anger be shown in other ways.” She smiled before laughing at his words. “My mom already doesn’t like you, you killing Grace will make things worse Zach.” She teased.

[Zach]

“Why is your mom so protective of her anyway, she did a lot to your family as well. Besides, Stiles isn’t even with her anymore so like…there is nothing stopping us…” He tells her. “I can make it look like an accident…I am sure she is upset about what she did to your brother and she has made multiple attempts on her life already so…shouldn’t be that hard, just saying…” He shrugged.

[Hope]

“The only person who loves Stiles beside my mom is Grace. She’s not going to let anyone kill Grace. Sadly.” She said before smiling. “I said no Zach, but you can give me more wine. I would greatly appreciate it.” She teased.

[Zach]

Zach sighed before getting up and grabbing her glass and heading back to the kitchen to fill them up. Then he walked back out and sat down with her. “You sure we can’t just find someone else for him to love? I am sure there is someone else out there who your brother could love instead…that won’t try to kill the family…”

[Hope]

She sat on his lap as she listened to his words and took a sip from her glass. “I mean he can’t just die alone? I actually would prefer that. He isn’t my problem. If my dad wants to help end the Grace problem then he should since that’s his son.”

[Zach]

“That is true but we both know your father won’t end it. We should find some sort of solution that keeps her away. What was it you were saying earlier about the castle?”

[Hope]

“You already threw her in my shed and that didn’t work, you should leave it alone.” She said before hearing his question and just kissing him. “I missed you.”

[Zach]

“Mhm I suppose I can.” He sighed before feeling her kissing him. “I missed you too baby.” Zach smiles as his arms wrap around her waist.

[Hope]

“Good.” She said softly before kissing him again. “I’m going to head upstairs, and I am going to put on your favorite pajamas. You are welcome to join me if you want. But if you want to go to the ship you can do that too.” She teased before standing up and heading inside.

[Zach]

“You know that I'd rather go to sleep next to you baby.” He smirked before getting up and following her inside as he finished the glass of wine in his hand.

[Hope]

Hope finished her glass and set it in the sink before heading upstairs. She unzipped her dress and let it fall to the ground as she picked up her pajama set and slid it on.

[Zach]

Zach removed his clothes once he got to the bedroom and changed before getting into bed and waiting for Hope to join him.

[Hope]

Hope moved to sit in bed and looked over at Zach. “My mom invited us to stay in the castle for a few nights. Our anniversary being one of them…I hope that isn’t a problem.”

[Zach]

“So then how long exactly are we staying in the castle? I thought you wanted to be as far away as possible from it?” He asks while raising a brow.

[Hope]

“Just a few days baby.” She said as she turned his face to look at her. “We have been married a long time, they want to celebrate us.” She told him before kissing him. “You always like the dresses they give me anyway.” She teased.

[Zach]

“Mhm as long as it is a few days that is okay.” He tells her. “Do I need to dress up or do I just wear my normal clothes?” He asks before humming in approval. “Only some of them.” Zach jokes.

[Hope]

“You will have to dress up.” She teases before looking hurt at his words. “Only some of them? You think I’m ugly Zach…wow…I’m sad now.”

[Zach]

“I mean some are too conservative. I can stare at your tits if they are covered completely.” He pouts before gesturing for her to come to him on the bed. “Come here.”

[Hope]

“You see my tits all the time, I don’t know why you need to see them in a dress for others to stare at.” She smiled before moving as she climbed in bed and straddled him. “Pack in the morning please.” She says before kissing away his pout.

[Zach]

“I know but I want everyone to see the marks I leave.” He smirked before holding her against him. “Mhm okay I can do that for you.”

[Hope]

“I will tell them to make dresses low cut and to have a slit in the middle.” She teases before moving off of him and lying beside him. “And please try and get along with my mom.”

[Zach]

“I can try just for you baby girl.” He tells her with a smirk. “Oh that sounds like a very hot dress.”

[Hope]

“Good if you do, I’ll sit on your face.” She purred in his ear before cuddling up against him. “Goodnight Zach.”

#hope235 #muse: zach #zachxhope #zachxhallie

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dreamlandforever · 9 months

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@writersmonth Prompt: Day 18 - Free

Fandom: Teen Wolf | Sterek WC: 900

Warning: Kidnapping

AO3

XVIII. Free | Never Underestimate the Human

“Being son of the Sheriff does wonders for your ability to backtalk to any authority figure.” Stiles said simply, trying to ignore the pain that came from his wrists being tied together with a rope. Unfortunately for him, he had been kidnapped enough times that more often than not he was annoyed, rather than afraid. He had learned to trust his Pack, and himself. So, a single Hunter kidnapping him wasn’t really setting off any alarms.

“Does it work that way for the Alpha, too? You know, with Raphael McCall being an FBI agent.” the Hunter responded, not even slightly bothered by Stiles’ inability to remain quiet. He kept playing with the knife he had used to threaten Stiles earlier. Stiles eyed it carefully, but focused on remaining as calm and as relaxed as possible. He thought he saw movement out of the left side of his eye, but the Hunter seemed to be on his own, so he ignored it for the time being.

“You know too much about us, I don’t like it.” Stiles said out loud, while his mind was going a mile a minute trying to figure out just how much exactly this Hunter knew about them. He knew who Scott was, and he obviously knew about his father. But he didn’t mention anything about Derek, or the two of them being co-Alphas.

The Hunter simply raised an eyebrow at Stiles, but said nothing else.

“Okay, no, I want to actively ask things. Free me now.” Stiles called, trying in vain to break the rope around his wrists or around his ankles.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” the Hunter asked, standing up for the first time and getting closer to Stiles. For the first time since he had gotten Stiles tied up to a chair half an hour ago, the Hunter seemed agitated instead of just calm.

“Wasn’t talking to you.” Stiles replied, still pulling at his bindings.

Almost at the same time, Isaac landed right next to Stiles, using his claws to free Stiles’ hand, not taking his eyes off the Hunter in front of him, who had already reached for his gun.

“Isaac.” Stiles said, with a heaviness to it that the Hunter didn’t understand, while he undid the ropes binding his ankles to the chair.

Isaac, on the other hand, seemed to understand perfectly, because he suddenly wasn’t standing there anymore. The Hunter didn’t know what was happening, but he turned around with the gun. For the moment, the human wasn’t his priority. He had no clue when a wolf had found them in the abandoned factory, but he knew it wasn’t a good omen for him.

“Boo” He heard someone say behind him, but by the moment he turned around, the wolf was already in front of him, holding his gun between two fingers, like it disgusted him.

“What do I do with this?” Isaac asked Stiles, holding the gun higher so Stiles could see it, but keeping it as far away from himself as possible. Before Stiles could tell him anything, the Hunter was already throwing a fist to Isaac’s face, the wolf barely managing to get out of the way before impact. Stiles took a step towards the Hunter, punching him in the face as hard as he could.

“I don’t really enjoy people trying to hurt my Pack, dude.” Stiles hissed at him, shaking his hand in order to make the pain from the punch go away. “Also, very stupid idea to come after me by yourself.” Before the Hunter could retaliate, Isaac hit him in the head using the butt of the gun, and let both of them fall to the floor without a care.

“Is he unconscious?” Stiles asked, using a foot to prod at the Hunter on the floor. He didn’t move.

“Yeah.” Isaac confirmed, after listening to the Hunter’s heartbeat for a few seconds. “Alive, but knocked out.”

Stiles nodded, satisfied with that information. “We need to call Argent, Hunters aren’t supposed to be after us here. Especially not after me.” Isaac just nodded, not really agreeing with Stiles. If someone wanted to harm one of the wolves in the Pack, Stiles was definetly the way to do it. Still, the werewolf reached for the gun and handed it wordlessly to Stiles, who simply made sure it had the safety on before putting it in the back of his pants to be dealt with later.

“Does Derek know you are here?” Stiles asked, already dialing Chris Argent’s phone number.

“You think he would have allowed me to stand back while you chatted with a Hunter, tied to a chair?” Isaac asked incredulously.

“True.” Stiles agreed, rubbing slightly at his bleeding wrists. “Thank you, though. For waiting.”

Isaac just nodded, leading Stiles towards the exit, while the human explained the situation on the phone. Isaac tried hard to ignore how much trouble he was about to get into once Derek figured it out, and did a quick recap of which half of the couple he was more afraid of.

It didn’t take long for Stiles to start screaming directions and threats into the phone, and he decided that whatever Derek could do to harm him wouldn’t last half as long as whatever Stiles could do. So, he kept walking, trusting that he had sided with the right one. He patted himself on the back for noticing Stiles’ absence quick enough that he was able to find him by scent alone. At least that had to keep him alive, even if Derek did try and break a few bones.

#writersmonth2023 #writing prompt #jwritessometimes #sterek #teen wolf #isaac and stiles are unstoppable

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artaxerxesthegreat · 2 years

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My Scarf

Peter Hale(ooc) x mixedFEM!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, she/her pronouns, violence, blood, mentions of rape, death, murder, angst, comfort, smut, mentions of rape via spiked drink, not beta read

SMUT WARNINGS: SMUT AHEAD, biting kink, choking kink, mentions of rough sex, kinda rough sex (?), breeding kink, unprotected sex (Y’ALL BETTER WRAP IT UP)

If you have been the victim of rape or know someone who has, PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT BE AFRAID TO GET HELP!

Word Count: 12085

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Peter wasn’t sure exactly why he found himself watching Y/N, but he knew he didn’t like it. He was so upset when Derek invited the little human girl into the loft— well, she wasn’t a little girl, she was 23, but small, thus earning her the title ‘little girl’.

He never spoke to her and she never spoke to him, but she would tilt her head in recognition whenever she saw him— much to his surprise, he’d do the same.

He didn’t know why she bothered, he wasn’t a fool, he can recall all the times Stiles and Scott would tell her what monster he is and that she shouldn’t be near him. Hell, he heard Derek warning her the day she came to the loft.

He could hear her steady heartbeat beat a bit faster before calming down, but she’d walked into the living room and sat on the couch playing a game on her phone, nodding her head at him with the smallest of smiles.

She was an odd one. She never spoke much, never smiled much— just sat and listened, adding small suggestions here and there, but never overstepping the boundaries— she was in a room with supernatural people, it’s not like her opinion mattered; but Peter found that he liked her silence almost as much as he liked her little suggestions, that worked 90% of the time.

What he couldn’t figure out is why she was so quiet and reserved, when her friends were not. How could she be friends with Stiles and his loud obnoxious self? Or goodie-two-shoes Scott? Let alone the self- centered and prissy Lydia. Derek, his nephew, he could maybe understand— he was quiet, but also very untrusting and angry, whereas she was just quiet and serious— but more relaxed compared to Derek.

None of it added up to him, but it worked for everyone else. There were times when she would grace them with a small smile here, and a small laugh there, but they were scarce and when they did happen Peter found himself trying to commit these moments to memory.

For instance, the first time was around the fourth meeting; Stiles, Lydia, and Scott were sitting in the loft pouring over their homework after the meeting (mainly because of Lydia) when Stiles asked Y/N out of the blue,

“Hey Y/N, I’ve gotta question for you.” The brown skinned girl looks up from her phone to Stiles, not answering with her words, but with her face. Raising her eyebrows slightly, she gives him her full attention (Peter won’t admit it, but he was a little jealous that Stiles got her attention before him), “Why don’t you talk?”

She pauses, looking at Lydia and then back at Stiles, before opening her mouth, “I talk, I just talk to people I like.”

“Like me!” Lydia said, beaming brightly at the boys. Lydia didn’t catch the look Y/N gave her, but Peter did, and he chuckled, making her quickly look at him, smiling bashfully.

“Ouch, that hurts Y/N— that… that really hurts.” Stiles pouts at the girl, clutching his chest and Y/N just shrugs her shoulders looking at the three of them with an awkward kind of air.

“You asked.” She quipped after a few seconds, glancing at Peter. He simply nods his head and she smiles again leaning back into the couch, more relaxed.

“Well yeah— but I— oh, forget it.” Stiles throws up his hands before turning back to his homework, sighing deeply, “God I hate math.”

“Same.” Y/N says going back to her phone.

“…Y/N?” It’s Scott’s turn now.

“Hm?”

“Why aren’t you doing your homework?” At this she furrows her brow looking at Scott like he’s an idiot, and then to Lydia once again— who gives Scott the same look, “What?”

“Um, probably because I’m not in school anymore…?”

“Wait, did you drop out?” Stiles chimes in, staring at her with wide eyes.

“…No.” There was a grovelliness in her voice that pequided Peter’s interest more than it should have. It wasn’t like a wolf, but someone who was getting really annoyed very quickly, “I already graduated-”

“-Oh-”

“-College.”

“…What?” The boys say together looking at her like she grew an extra head.

She doesn’t bother to repeat herself, as she looks to Lydia who shrugs.

“They’re stupid, what can I say?”

“Wait a minute, wait a minute…” Stiles closes his eyes trying to think clearly, “How old are you?”

“23.”

“Wha?!”

“Yuuup, what? You thought because I’m friends with Lydia I’d be the same age as you guys?”

“Yes!”

“Stiles. Have you ever seen me walking around your school-”

“Ye-”

“-Going to classes?”

“No, but-”

“There you go. I was there visiting the library with Lydia and a few of her friends. That’s the only reason why I was in your school- and yes, I got permission to be there. Still have my visitors pass.”

“You still have that? Why?” Lydia’s face contorted to one of disgust, “It’s so tacky.”

“What’s your point?” The banshee is at a loss of words and turns back to her homework. Y/N glances over at Stiles’ math problems, “Oh, you’re working on that. I love doing those kinds of problems.”

“You like this?!” Scott sneers at his homework looking up at Y/N. She nods her head with a small smile, Peter takes this time to watch her commenting this whole interaction to memory.

“Well, since you like it… and I obviously don’t… you wanna do my homework?” Stiles says with hopeful eyes to Y/N, who just smiles, places her hand on his shoulder squeezing it gently and says in the sweetest, kindest voice,

“No.” A beat of silence goes by before the room erupts with laughter at her words and she leans back into the couch trying to hide her smile at Stiles' broken expression, “Sorry, not sorry. Just cuz I like it, doesn’t mean I’m going to do your work for you.”

The rest of the night was pretty normal, and everyone went their separate ways, but that was the night Peter found he liked having Y/N around more than he should.

The second time she graced him with a smile was when the Pack was fighting off a creature that liked to kill everything in its path (much like everything else). Derek and Peter had been the ones to find it— well, Stiles found it first and it had Stiles cornered ready to rip him to pieces— but Peter had been the one to kill it. When he was done, he was covered in its blood— nothing new to him, but Y/N had never seen him drenched in blood before, and he was apprehensive about what she might say or do.

Lydia, Scott and Y/N run up to them panting and out of breath, she looks over the group and looks at the creature, now unrecognizable with wide eyes. Looking over Derek she flicks her eyes to Peter taking in his appearance and he almost jumps at this. Lingering on his form she raises a brow, taking another deep breath, looking down at Stiles,

“Remember that time when you said you'd protect me?”

“Uh, yeah.” He takes her hand as she helps him up.

“I don’t have a lot of confidence in those words now.” She pats his arm smiling at the shock on his face, “I’m just saying, you almost died. How’re you supposed to protect me if you can’t protect yourself?”

“It caught me by surprise!”

She just laughs nodding her head, glancing at Peter again saying, “Sure it did, of course.”

He didn’t hide his amusement, he just looked over at Stiles and added, “She has a point.”

The boy glared at him, but didn’t say anything more, instead he just walked with the rest of the group to their vehicles and they all went their separate ways.

From that moment on Peter wanted to make it his mission to get Y/N to crack a smile or let out the tiny laugh just for him. It started with small snarky comments thrown at different members of the Pack, and even when they weren’t funny, Y/N found herself trying her damnedest to hide her smiles behind her phone or her curly hair; hide her laugh behind a cough or fake sneeze. He found himself fill with pride at those times, but the Pack would also give their own jabs at him that had her doing the same thing— this left him less amused, but he dealt with it; he’d send her a glare to which she’d jump slightly and give a small ‘sorry’ before moving away from him.

Other moments around the loft, they’d be sitting on the couch, her on her phone or watching TV, while he’d be lounging eyes closed or reading a book. They kept a reasonable amount of distance between each other, but they weren’t afraid to share the couch with one another.

Once Stiles tried to sit on the couch and he growled at him, making the boy curb himself right to the floor, when Y/N came in she sat down where Stiles had tried to sit. Stiles just motioned at them with a ‘what the fuck’ face, looking at everyone else who just ignored him.

Peter didn’t want the Pack to think he was growing soft for the human, so the next time everyone met up he was laying down on the couch when she walked in. She paused in her movements and just stared at him confused. Sighing she just sat on the floor in front of where she normally sat (which is where Peter’s head is) and crossed her legs pulling out her phone. Derek walked in giving her a look and she just shrugged saying,

“I’m not gonna sit on his face.” Looking back at her phone she adds, “Besides he looks comfy, why mess that up?”

After 5 months of being with the Pack, Peter was growing annoyed with how blasé blah she was with him now. It was as if she wasn’t afraid of him and he hated and loved the idea. He did everything in his power— short of physically hurting her— to get her to hate him, but she didn’t seem phased by it all. She’d get annoyed or mildly angry, before sighing, rolling her eyes and agreeing with whatever mean thing he said to her. He was growing tired of her not fighting back and made up his mind to voice that she was a liability and needed to stop coming to the meetings, if she wasn’t going to take things seriously.

Unfortunately that never happened, because she didn’t show up; in fact she didn’t show up for the next 3 meetings and he was not happy. He was going to ask Derek, but before he could open his mouth, Y/N walked in, pulling off her scarf and sweater, and collapsed on the couch. Miffed, he grabs her arm roughly, picking her up demanding to know where the hell she has been.

She just raises a brow at him, she wrenches her arm out of his grasp and shoves him out of her way. He takes a few steps back, not expecting that kind of response from her as she grabs her sweater and walks out of the loft.

He follows after her into the he parking lot, when she swiftly turns to face him,

“WHAT?!”

He abruptly stops at her loud voice before schooling himself, “Where have you been?”

“Why do you care? It’s not like we’re friends.” She’s right, they aren’t friends, but that didn’t stop the sting in his chest, “I have a life that doesn’t revolve around the supernatural. I have bills to pay, Mr. Hale. I can’t spend all my time and energy in this crazy lifestyle like the rest of you. Besides I’m not included in half of the stuff you guys do, mainly because I’m human— sure Stiles is too, but that’s because he’s so pushy and nosy and best friends since the womb with Scott. I do some stuff concerning technology because the boys didn’t realize there were cameras in the area, but that’s about it. I’m not really a part of anything. So if I’m not here, it’s my business not anyone else’s. I’ll tell whoever I need to tell about certain parts of my life, but you— you are not one of those people, Mr. Hale. So don’t come here scolding me, or demanding to know where I’ve been, when we’ve never had a decent conversation. You don’t get that right— now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home after working a double shift.”

Not waiting for an answer she gets in her car and peels out of the parking lot, leaving a very intrigued and stunned Peter in her wake. He was impressed with the fact that she said what she did to him, it was the most emotion he’d ever seen from her— she was angry, annoyed and exhausted with everything. He’d never seen her so… so… beautiful. Her clothes were messy and her dark brown curls were falling out of the messy bun she threw it up in when she walked into the loft. Her face was tired and there were bags under her eyes as she glared daggers at the older werewolf, giving him a piece of her mind.

Smiling to himself he walked back into the loft and laid down on the couch ignoring Derek’s questions about what just happened. Putting his arm under his head, he closed his eyes, smelling Y/N’s scent on his couch— it was much stronger than he anticipated, but soon realized that she left her scarf. Opening his mouth to get Derek’s attention, he decides that he’ll hold onto it until she comes back. For now he tucks it away in his jacket for ‘safe keeping’.

The next week rolls around and Y/N comes to the loft looking much better than before, but still quiet as ever. She never acknowledges Peter’s presence as he smiles at her, she doesn’t even sit on the couch with him, opting to sit in a single chair across from the couch. Squinting at her slightly Peter lets it go as the meeting begins, but keeps trailing his eyes to her— not once did she look at him.

The next few meetings go exactly like this and he’s not amused anymore, he’d ask her questions, simple everyday questions, “How are you? Whatcha been up to? You don’t look so tired anymore.”

And she’d look at him like he was stupid— the stupidest person she’d ever met, before answering with, “Fine. Nothing. I slept.”

He’d just stare at her waiting for more words to follow, but she didn’t give him the pleasure of that, she’d just stare back at him with the same ‘you are an idiot’ face and he’d just puff out his cheeks and nod his head saying, “Awesome.” Ignoring her the rest of the night, which she didn’t mind in the least.

The Pack wasn’t blind and watching their interactions (if you could call it that) with awkward and wide eyes. Derek and Lydia knew it took a lot for Y/N to be so done with someone after she showed them a decent amount of her personality. So either she just didn’t want to put in the effort of being nice anymore or Peter said something to her and she hated him for all eternity now. Whatever it was they confronted both of them— at separate times of course.

Derek spoke with Peter and didn’t get very far with him, and Lydia talked with Y/N and it was going well until she brought up Y/N’s change in attitude with Peter and that ended just as quickly.

The pair were confused and had no idea what to do about the situation; Lydia suggested they just let it go and see what happens as time goes on. Derek wasn’t thrilled with this idea, but finally agreed and called a meeting about Pack members needing to get along. Both Peter and Y/N rolled their eyes during the whole meeting. Once it was done, Y/N informed the group that she won’t be around for the next meeting, she needed to take a day for herself and left without saying anything else.

Peter went to his apartment feeling annoyed with Y/N’s words and began pacing, wondering what she’d be doing that she couldn’t just do at the loft to relax. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he lays down staring up at the ceiling, sighing heavily before her scent hits his nose. Sitting up quickly, he’s mind is swirling with thoughts, why was he smelling her? Did she know where he lived? How? None of the Pack know. Did she follow him?

Then he remembered the scarf.

Getting up he walks over to his dresser pulling out the dark green sheer scarf. His whole drawer smelled like her now and he was surprised her scent hadn’t diminished. Walking backwards to his bed he allows himself to fall into his bed placing the scarf over his eyes and nose just breathing in her smell.

Oh if the Pack could see him now.

He chuckles lowly at the thought, but just focuses on the scarf on his face. His mind goes blank as he slowly drifts off to sleep, thinking of Y/N.

He does this every night until the next meeting where he momentarily forgets Y/N won’t be joining them. Irritated by this he falls into a grumpy mood felt by all the members, when Stiles asks him what’s bothering him he just growls at him. He misses her scent and then he remembers he brought her scarf with him and left it in his car, he doesn’t know why he brought it, but he did. When he parked he saw that he still had it in his hand and tucked it in his glove box (not creepy at all).

As the meeting went on, he couldn’t help but feel like something was amiss. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he had the feeling something was going to go wrong today. He asked Lydia if she had any weird Banshee visions, to which she just snapped him a quick no and went back to listening to Derek and Scott. Both were annoyed by the interruption, but let it slide.

Until he asked Lydia again,

“Oh my God! Peter for the last time, NO, I haven’t had any visions!”

“Seriously, dude, what’s with you and death?” Stiles asks from his place on the chair across from Peter. Peter smiles at Stiles shrugging his shoulders.

“Can you stop interrupting us? Please?” Scott all but begs glancing at Derek.

“It’s not like we’re going over anything important.” He lays his head back, closing his eyes before casually asking, “Anyone know where Y/N is?”

“It’s her day off, so she’s relaxing.” Lydia snaps at him. Derek didn’t like his uncle asking about Y/N after pestering Lydia about visions of death, so he takes a step forward growling.

“Why do you want to know? It’s not like the two of you are friends.”

“You’re right— we aren’t friends, but she’s your friend. And you have enemies— and it’s been so quiet as of late, that I couldn’t help but wonder if today might not have been the best day to ‘relax’.” He opens his eyes as Derek grabs his shirt pulling him off of the couch.

“What did you do?” His voice is heavy and threatening as he sneers at Peter.

“Well, I was relaxing.” Peter smirks as he’s thrown back down on the couch. Derek opened his mouth to say something when Lydia chimes in.

“She’s going for a drive. She’s fine and we need to stop worrying about her.” She looks up from her phone at eight pairs of eyes looking back at her, “Her words, not mine.”

Derek gives his uncle one more glare before moving to stand next to Scott who looks at Peter, “Happy now?”

“Very.”

They conclude the meeting and Peter still can’t shake the feeling of impending doom that keeps creeping up on him, he knows Y/N is fine, she went for a drive— where? He doesn’t know and maybe that’s what’s bothering him. Getting fed up with the nagging feeling he gets up and leaves the loft in search of Y/N. Looking at his phone he remembers that she never gave him her number and he has no idea where she might be. Opening the glove box, he grabs the scarf and starts his search the old fashion way.

Y/N drove about 45 minutes out of Beacon Hills and pulled into a nature sanctuary, grabbing her phone, she walks down the dirt path enjoying the nature around her. As a little girl, she and her family would drive out on the weekends to this very place and just enjoy life, talking, gazing at the plant and animal life, and have picnics— just having fun. As she grew older, moments like these became scarce and when her dad passed they stopped coming out here all together.

Everywhere she looked she saw the child version of herself laughing and running with her dad in tow and she felt a swirl of emotions rising up. Sitting on a bench where her dad would always have to tie her shoes, she couldn’t help the tears that fell. Wiping her face, she just let time slip by as she watched a few people walk in and out of the sanctuary. She loved this place, and getting up she pushed herself to walk the rest of the trail. It hurt, but she needed this. The times she missed the Pack meetings, she had purposefully thrown herself into work because the anniversary of her dad’s death was coming fast.

And today was that day.

He didn’t die a horrible death or die in the sanctuary, he passed away peacefully in his sleep, but it had been the day that they all made the plan to come here. And that shit hurt her like nothing else. Stopping by the little bridge that overlooked the lake she recalled the moments when they would go canoeing and see how many turtles they could find and if they could count all the tiny fish swimming under them. She remembered when her dad taught her how to fish in this very lake— it was the most boring thing she’d ever done, but she loved it when he bought her ice cream for being such a good sport. She could still hear his laughter, see the crinkly of his eyes as he smiled brightly to her when she caught the tiniest fish known to mankind.

She always wondered why she didn’t have his blue eyes, or his strawberry blond hair. She looked like her mother, just lighter and with curlier hair, and she hated it for a long time. Lots of kids growing up would ask if she was adopted or if she had a different dad since she didn’t look like him. She’d come home upset and angry at her parents and they’d break out the wedding, pregnancy, and baby pictures to help put her mind at ease— it wasn’t until she was in high school that she found she was more like her dad than she had thought— not in looks but in personality. He was always very welcoming and happy, but never crossed any boundaries with people he didn’t know— family is free rein, they don’t count.

Smiling to herself at the absurdity of her thoughts when she was a child, she shakes her head lightly watching a family of ducks swim by. A breeze blows by and for the first time she wonders,

“Where the hell did I leave that scarf?”

“Bit windy isn’t it?” She turns her head to the random voice next to her, she gives the guy a small nod as she moves away from him a little, “I shoulda brought a sweater or something.”

She looks at his short sleeves and shorts agreeing that yes he should have. Not continuing the random conversation he keeps walking to the other side of the bridge and down the rest of the path. Looking both ways she scrunches her face in the direction the man went, not feeling very great about the interaction.

Sighing she looks back over the water, “I’ve been spending too much time with the Pack.”

Feeling that enough time has passed from when the stranger spoke with her until now, she calculates that he should be a good 15 minutes ahead of her, and they shouldn't be meeting again any time soon. Walking off of the bridge at a leisurely pace she watches the leaves blow in the wind, hears the calls of birds, the scurrying of squirrels jumping from the ground to the trees and back to the ground. Smiling, she watches two squirrels chase each other occasionally pouncing on one another and then running away.

“Cute.”

She continues her walk feeling much better about everything and sits in the gazebo searching for something. Smiling triumphantly she pulls out her pocket knife going over the carving her dad made when she was little.

“I miss you so much dad. I wish I could be with you again.” Blowing the shavings away she runs her fingers over it, next to it she puts her initials and pockets her knife looking to the sky, “Damn, it’s almost sunset.”

Picking up her pace she walks to the front gate where an attendant is waiting to lock up the sanctuary, giving the lady a sheepish smile as she slides past her and towards the parking lot. The lady just smiles knowingly saying,

“Me too, kid, me too.”

Getting in her car she pulls out her phone, wondering why no one’s called or texted her,

“I know I said not to worry about me but damn guys, at least show me you care.” Looking at where her bars should be she sees that she has none, in fact it says ‘No Service’, sucking her teeth she nods, “That explains it. Well, better get back.”

Turning on her car, she’s startled by the sound of beeps she hasn’t heard in a while, “Tire Pressure low, what the hell?”

Getting out she sees that her front tire is flat, like completely flat. Groaning she turns off her car looking at the back tire and it too is flat. Furrowing her brow she walks around to the other side— all four tires flat, glancing around she sees one other car, a black Nissan with three guys standing around.

One of them begins to walk over to her and her heart starts to hammer in her chest. Looking out the main road she sees a blue car pass by thinking that that might be the attendant going home for the night, leaving from an employee's exit. He reaches her smiling looking down at her tires, not giving him a look of fear, but innocent curiosity as she waits for him to speak first.

“You too huh?”

“Me too, what?”

“Your tires are flat right? Ours are too.” He points back at the car as the other two men stare at the back tire lightly kicking it, “We called Triple A, we can see if they can help you out too.”

“Um, yeah, sure thanks.” Y/N eyes him wearily, but only when he turns away from her. She watches as he walks back to his car and she feels herself relax a bit, until she feels someone grab her from behind. Throwing her head back she hits the person square on their nose. Groaning they drop Y/N to the ground and she picks herself up quickly, walking backwards towards the black Nissan. One of the guys shouts and they run standing behind Y/N.

As the guy stands up straight she sees that it’s the guy who spoke to her on the bridge, glaring at him she’s about to take a few steps forward when she’s grabbed again, this time from one of the three men.

“Oh, great.” She mutters, stomping on the guy's foot and then elbowing him in his gut. Another tries to grab her arm but she runs under it running towards the sanctuary gate. Jumping up she scales the gate in record time— her assailants not far behind, and she books it down the dirt path.

Breathing heavily, she tries to make sure she doesn’t trip on any loose rocks or branches, but in her haste she does end up slipping. Cursing she picks herself up, and is body slammed into from behind. She’s then hoisted up and pain radiates from her face as she feels blood gushing from her nose. She can hear voices yelling at her, and feel someone tugging her hair, but the force of the punch has her seeing stars and hearing ringing in her ears.

One of them grabs her legs and they quickly carry her back to the parking lot. Breathing as evenly as she can, she tries to not freak out and gather her senses— it’s not easy to fight back when you can’t think straight.

Passing the gate she sees that they used bolt cutters and they begin debating on what they're going to do to her first. Dropping her legs, one of them punches her in her stomach making her gasp out, he sends a few more punches to her gut and she’s dropped to the ground gasping for air. She’s kicked in the ribs twice before she’s laying on her side coughing up blood onto the gravel road.

“So what’s the plan now?” One asks, catching his breath— might have been the one kicking her.

“I don’t know, didn’t think she was going to run like that-”

“Yeah, or punch you in the face.” Another quips cackling.

“She didn’t punch me! She headbudded me, prick!”

“Whatever dude. You said you had an easy target.” The one that asked her about her tires spoke next, glaring at her from her curled position on the ground, “I at least wanna get my dick wet, before we kill her, and if she’s gonna be this much trouble, I say we kill her now— just make it last.”

There’s a moment of silence until one yells, “Drake! Did you get the tire switched yet?!”

“Nah dude, I need help with the car jack, it’s jammed.”

“Useless idiot.” One mutters going to help Drake.

Looking around the dark parking lot, she sees that they’re mostly paying attention to what’s happening with their car and she takes this opportunity to breathe deeply and run back into the sanctuary. They weren’t expecting that and a slew of curses are heard behind her along with ‘I thought you were watching her!’ Pushing the gate open she swings it forcefully behind her and makes her way down the dirt path, noting where she slipped the first time.

She can hear footsteps close behind her and sliding on the ground where she fell before she grabs dirt in both her hands, spinning herself around throwing one hand full at the one she headbudded, and the other at the one who kicked her ribs. Both cry out in pain, because it wasn’t just dirt she threw— small pieces of twigs and mulch are thrown into their eyes and it burns.

Reeling her foot back she kicks one in the jewels as hard as she can, his gasp for air lets her know he’ll be down for a good minute, and swinging around she roundhouse kicks the other in the face almost knocking him out. Turning back to the one clutching his package she pushes him off the side of the path making him tumble down the terrain hitting tree stumps and rocks all the way down, not wasting time she turns back to the other and grapples him down into an anaconda choke hold. He starts to struggle against her and she applies more pressure hearing him gasp out for air. Hearing his struggle she lets up slightly, but remembers what was said in the parking lot and applies all the pressure she can. About a minute goes by and he isn’t moving anymore, but she doesn’t let up, she just keeps her body in place and jolts at the sound of someone shouting,

“MARK, TIM! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS?!”

Getting off of Mark… or Tim, she looks up the path seeing two flashlights making their way towards her. Looking down at… the guy, she sees his lifeless eyes staring up at the night sky and she glances to the edge of the path and decides to cross that bridge when she comes to it, for now she’s running down the path and finding a place to hide.

Her heart lurches in her chest as she hears the other two yell out that they're gonna kill her when they find her and she moves off of the path into the wooded area. She recalls her dad telling her never to do that because she might get lost or hurt, but now seems like a good time to throw her assailants off her track. Finding a big tree by the bank of the river she hopes that there isn’t anything currently living there, as she climbs in between the giant tree limbs burying herself deep inside holding her breath.

Her eyes are wide as she looks across the water and the quiet is deafening as she tries to hear the sound of footsteps approaching her. Oh, how she wished she told the Pack exactly where she was going, and when they should expect her to be back, but no, she had to be in her feelings and not say a damn thing. Soon the sound of someone calling her name pulls her out of her thoughts, it sounded like Peter, but there was no way.

Not one to be fooled easily she searches her pockets pulling out her wallet she uses the moonlight to see that yes, her license and cards were still in it, did she lock her car? No, she didn’t. They could’ve easily gone back and looked at her registration learning her name and were now trying to lore her out.

That’s when she remembered she has her pocket knife.

Click it open she steps forward leaning against one of the tree limbs hearing the sound of footsteps coming closer to her. Crouching down she moves to the other side to circle behind the guy and take him by surprise— which she did.

She kicks his knees in making him trip, turning him over, she gets on top of him, holding her knife up ready to plunge it into his face. Her reaction to who it is is slow, because by the time her knife is halfway to his face she can’t stop herself.

Grabbing her wrist quickly, he rolls the two of them over, now hovering over Y/N with wide eyes and a smirk.

“Y- you. It’s you?” She asks quietly, not sure if Peter was really there.

“In the flesh.” He studies her face, noting the blood drying on her face. Pulling her up, she shocks him by wrapping him in a hug, tightly squeezing him, like he’ll leave her at any moment. Gently patting her back he pulls her back and tears begin forming in her eyes.

“Please tell me they’re gone.” Her voice is still quiet and almost hollow sounding as if someone was listening to them.

“Who?”

“The other two guys— possibly three. One fell over the edge not far from the gate.”

“I didn’t see anyone, but when I do I’ll take care of it.”

“Okay.” She numbly nods her head holding his hand tightly as they make their way back to the dirt path. Peter is full of anger as he looks at Y/N over his shoulder seeing this once sassy, quiet, fun loving girl now skittish and afraid of the twigs snapping under their own feet.

Oh, whoever did this to his Y/N was going to pay.

He stops walking when he feels Y/N tug on his black jacket, looking back at her she stares at the dirt path in front of them as the sound of two male voices reaches his ears— how she heard them before him was beyond him, but he lets her hand go making his way to the path.

“Peter, please. Don’t leave me.” A tear rolls down her cheek as she curls in on herself almost crouching to the earth. Livid is the only thing he's feeling at this point and shrugs off his jacket putting it around her shoulders.

“Sit right here, I’ll be right back.” He finds a tree log she can sit on while he goes to take care of business.

Tugging his jacket around her like a lifeline, she inhales the smell of his cologne, feeling more at ease— and then the screaming starts. She jumps at the sounds of a roar and bones being broken, closing her eyes tightly, she hopes that Peter is okay.

“Of course he is. He’s a werewolf. He- he’s fine, perfectly fine!”

“Y/N?”

Opening her eyes she sees Peter standing before her with his bright cobalt blue eyes watching her carefully. Sighing in relief she gets up and runs into his chest, not wanting to hug him unnecessarily again. She knows the man likes his space, but she needs to feel close to him, so she leans her forehead against his chest as her eyes begin to water again.

“Come on.” Following him to the dirt path she looks at where the two men should’ve been. She can see an outline of something, but she can’t make out what, placing a hand on her back Peter guides her to the exit, “They won’t be bothering anyone ever again.”

She looks up at him with wide eyes, but nods her head quietly making her way up the path. Still she’s skittish as the sounds of the wooded area fill the space. He notes that she keeps looking over the edge of the dirt path as the make their way up,

“What is it, Y/N?”

“Th- the other guy fell down there somewhere.” She points down at an angle once she sees the body of the man she choked to death up the path. Looking over he does in fact see someone down there— and they’re still alive, but not for long.

“I’ll be right back.”

She nods watching him make his way down, sliding her arms into the sleeves of his jacket, she squats down picking up pieces of mulch tossing them over the edge as screams soon fill the air. Smiling to herself she waits for Peter to come back, what she wasn’t expecting was to see his wolf face as he emberged back to the path. Rolling his neck he changes his face back to normal helping her stand up again. She winces slightly as her adrenaline levels out and the pain is slowly kicking in, she begins to limp not that far from the gate and Peter picks her up carrying her the rest of the way.

“They slashed your tires.” It’s not a question, as they pass her car to his— which isn’t even parked in a spot. She nods her head locking her car as they go by. Placing her feet on the ground he helps her get in the front seat, holding his hand out for her keys. Furrowing her brow she hands it to him. Walking to her car he places it by her front tire under the car, and walks back to his car, sliding in smoothly, “Trust me?”

She doesn’t know why she nods, she barely knows the guy— sure he saved her life, but that doesn’t mean she has to trust him. Smiling at her answer he peels out of the parking lot back towards Beacon Hills.

Her mind has one question, but she doesn’t know how to ask it, sensing this he says,

“What’s on your mind?”

“…How did you find me?”

He keeps his eyes on the road, smirking, “I was out for a drive when I caught your scent, thought I’d stop by and say hi.”

She doesn’t say anything, just stares at him waiting for the truth, sighing he reaches over to the glove box, handing her her scarf.

“Th-that’s my scarf! You stole my scarf?”

“Noooo, you left it, I just haven’t been able to give it back to you. And aren’t you glad I didn’t? You’d be dead right now.” He laughs as she glares at him, snatching her scarf holding it close.

“Thanks for your vote of confidence.” She turns her attention out the window looking at the stars, still feeling nervous about what just happened, mumbling to herself she leans on the armrest, “When I said ‘I wish I could be with you’, I didn’t mean today.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” She says, shaking her head leaning forward in her seat. She jolts at the feel of Peter’s hand pushing her to sit back. Removing his hand from her with a look of dejection, she quickly grabs his hand placing it on her lap, “S-sorry, just everything’s still got me hyper aware.”

She squeezes his hand and he does the same nodding at her, but now it’s his turn to ask a question on his mind.

“How is it that you fight literal monsters, but a few human guys terrify you?”

She stiffens at his question letting his hand go as if it’s the most disgusting thing she’s ever held.

Okay, so that might not have been the best thing to say to her, and he could’ve worded it differently, but it’s Peter, come on.

“With monsters I know all they want to do is kill me or eat me. With humans the sky's the limit, and they made it very apparent what they had in mind before they killed me, and I wasn’t about to go through that again.” She gives him a hard look and he doesn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know what she’d talking about, he gives her a once over— not in a condescending manner, but out of concern, sighing she looks down at her hands on her lap, messing with her fingernails, “I was a freshman in college— wasn’t drinking because I’m responsible, but someone still managed to spike my soda. I’m sure you can fill in the blanks.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why would I? We aren’t friends, besides Lydia and Derek know— in vivid detail.”

“Derek knows?!”

“Yeah, only because he was there when I dropped Lydia off the first time I came back to town. Lydia and I were already talking about my time in college and she wanted some tips of do’s and don’t’s. So I shared.” Y/N shrugs like it was the most normal thing ever— they both know she’s just coping.

“What happened to the guy?”

“I don’t know, I never saw him after that— not that I saw his face, he wore a ski mask and had a condom. I didn’t even bother to go to the police.”

“Y/N.”

“What I was dealing with a lot of stuff at the time, I couldn’t let one more thing be added to my plate. Not when my family was going through so much, the last thing they needed was for someone else to be shattered and broken.”

“You still should’ve gotten help, or called the Pack— we would’ve helped you.”

“Pete.” She chuckles out turning her head to him smirking, “You were the certified ‘vegetable turned bad guy’ and Derek was in his feelings, you didn’t even change Scott at the time this happened.”

“Oh.” She lightly pats his hand still on her thigh, smiling at him, before looking back out of the window. Seeing the sign for Beacon Hills she puffs out her cheeks thinking about what the Pack will say when they see her. Her heart begins to beat fast and the light squeeze on her thigh gains her attention, “Relax, I’m taking you home.”

“No! That’ll be the first place Lydia will look for me, and I cannot let her see me like this.”

“Alright, I know where they can’t find you.”

Driving across town, he pulls into his apartment parking lot texting Derek with instructions to get her car from the nature sanctuary and hints that he might want to clean up the mess inside the sanctuary. Derek is quick to reply with questions and when those go ignored he starts calling Peter’s phone. Clicking his tongue he shuts his phone off helping Y/N into his apartment. He carries her to his room and into the bathroom placing her on the sink counter.

“I’ll get you some clothes.”

“‘Kay.” She kicks off her very muddy sneakers and looks down at her clothes in the light, “Oh, shit.” Her black skinny jeans have dry mud and twigs caked on, her once clean red sweater is muddy with pieces of gravel stuck to it and shoe prints on it, some dry blood and that when she turns to face the mirror. Her eyes widen at the amount of dry blood leading from her nose to her chin, she can see there’s going to be a bruise on her cheek and there was no way she would be able to keep this from the pack.

Peter walks in, placing a towel, a shirt and a pair of sweats down on the counter, stopping to look as Y/N examines herself. He feels himself getting angry all over again as she tries to rub the dirt from her hands.

“It’s not as bad as it could’ve been.” She says, sliding off of the counter, she winces as she takes off his jacket and unzips her sweater, moving to help her, he remembers her words in the car about what happened to her in college, freezing as his fingers graze the hem of her shirt, “I need help taking off my shirt, Peter, yes you can help me.”

Lifting her arms up with a groan, he opts to just use his claw to cut her shirt open, she lets out a sound of despair as watches the shirt fall off of her body, “I’ll get you another one.”

“The fuck you will, money doesn’t grow on trees. That was my favorite shirt.” He smiles at her but it soon fades at the bruises forming on her stomach and ribs, gently he traces one of them, stopping when she flinches at his touch, “Can I just shower now?”

“Yeah.” He steps back as she motions for him to turn around. Turning he hears her unzip her jeans and it takes everything in him not to peck at the mirror. She uses him for support leaning against his back as she pulls them off and then sheds her underwear. Stepping into the shower she pulls the curtain, turning the water on and then the shower. She hisses as the water hits her aching body and groans as she watches blood and dirt roll off her body, running her fingers in her hair she sighs deeply as she begins to pull small twigs, mulch, and tiny pebbles out.

“Is it okay if I use your shampoo and stuff?”

“That’s kind of the point of taking shower— to use the stuff.” She rolls her eyes at his response and begins to clean her everything.

When she gets to her face she takes her time, not trying to make it worse than what it already is. Ringing out her hair, she snags some more conditioner and works that in her hair, turning off the water and padding to the counter, wrapping herself in the fluffy towel. Carefully drying herself off she pats her hair dry letting the air do the rest and begins searching for the lotion.

“Why the hell do white people not use lotion?” She mutters to herself, when she hears Peter reply on the other side of the door.

“It’s under the sink.”

Glancing at the door with mild trepidation she looks in the cabinet under the sink— sure enough there’s the lotion, the same one she uses no less. Holding it up she pauses, looking at the door, then back at the bottle of lotion and then to the side, the gears moving in her head.

“There’s no way he uses this, he doesn’t even smell like this… did- did he… no, no maybe he has a girlfriend or something. Yeah, he’s a good looking guy, wouldn’t be surprised if he did.”

Pushing any more thoughts from her head she puts it on, lightly going over her bruised areas and then skillfully slips on the shirt. When she picks up the sweats that’s when she realizes she doesn’t have any underwear. Closing her eyes she sighs deeply, remembering she put it in the pile of clothes he took out. Shaking her head she puts them on and double knots it, just to be sure they won’t fall or anything.

Limping out of the bathroom, she finds Peter coming into the bedroom holding a cup of hot something.

“Um, I don't know if you like tea, or coffee- since you know, we aren’t friends.” She smiles at his words, rolling her eyes jutting out her hip as he continues, “But I made hot chocolate— everyone likes that.”

“I don’t.” She bursts out laughing at the look on his face and he soon glares at her growling as he sets it down on the nightstand, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t pass that moment up, it was too perfect.”

“Yeah, yeah. Drink your hot chocolate and go to bed, Y/N.” He walks to the door when she calls out to him.

“You aren’t staying?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.” He glances at the bed and back to her, taking in how she looks wearing his clothes. It fills him with pride seeing her look so comfortable and in place standing in his apartment— in his room. He’d be lying if he said their scents didn’t mix perfectly, he is sure glad he bought that lotion when he did. He never thought he’d see the day Y/N would be here, he’d have liked it more under different circumstances but he’ll take what he can get.

“I want you to.” Nodding his head he walks over to the bed and lays down and just watches her as she seems too flustered to do much. Shifting her weight she asks, “Don’t you… want to shower first?”

He’s about to say something suggestive, but follows her eyes as they go over him, looking down he sees the problem,

“Yeah, I probably should.” Getting up he pulls off his very bloody shirt tossing it out of the bedroom and begins unbuttoning his jeans, Y/N looks away as he basically strips in front of her and makes his way to the bathroom. Closing the door he calls out, “Can you just put those in the washer machine?”

“Um, yeah?” Picking up the various items of clothing she walks out of the room hunting for the washer machine, “Just wish I knew where you keep it.”

Finally finding it, she pauses the cycle and tosses in his clothes starting it up again, and can’t help but feel at home here. It’s quiet, it’s calm, it’s peaceful. She’s almost envious of Peter for being able to keep a place to himself for so long without the Pack finding it and making it their ‘new home’.

Going back to the room, she sits on the bed, back to the headboard sipping her hot chocolate. She hears the water turn off and her heartbeat quickens as she doesn’t remember Peter taking any clothes into the bathroom with him.

He opens the door, and sure enough all he has is a towel around his waist as he steps out smirking at Y/N as she turns her head away from him, sipping her hot chocolate.

Moving to the dresser— which is in front of her— he pulls out his clothes letting the towel fall to the floor. Biting her lips she tries to hide behind her cup and her hair sneaking glances at him.

She thought she was sneaking glances. What she was doing was just staring, and he could see her out of the corner of his eye. Smiling, he looks at her, making her jump and turn her head to look at the wall, clearing her throat. She feels herself growing hot but blames it on the drink in her hands coupled with the sweat pants.

Now fully dressed Peter lays down next to her, smiling like a fool, he opens his mouth but Y/N cuts him off,

“Not a word, Mr. Hale. Not one word.”

“Oh, so it’s, ‘Mr. Hale’ again now is it? What happened to ‘Peter’ or my favorite, ‘Pete’?”

“I didn’t… oh I did call you Pete, didn’t I?”

“You did.” He places his arms under his head smiling up at Y/N, who is at a loss for words.

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, just don’t make a habit of it.” She nods her head, sipping her hot chocolate looking straight ahead now, he bumps his elbow on her knee gaining her attention, “Penny for your thoughts.”

“No thoughts, head empty.” He grins at her words waiting for a real answer, “I don’t think I can go to sleep, my body is exhausted but I just don’t think I can sleep, not after everything that happened. Not with what today is.”

Furrowing his brow, he sits up looking at her as she stares into her cup, “What’s today?”

“Today’s- today is the day my dad died. It wasn’t a horrible death or anything dramatic like you’re used to, he died in his sleep, at home. The nature sanctuary was where we planned on going today, but he was already dead— we used to go there all time when I was a kid. It was a happy place for me growing up, now it’s just added to my list of trauma— and that list is growing.” She stifles a laugh looking into her cup.

Sitting up Peter lifts her chin up so she’ll look at him. She’s met with soft caring blue eyes, and it startles her for a moment, looking away she clears her throat knowing he heard the change in her beating heart. Sighing, Peter wraps an arm around Y/N, pulling her into a hug; she lets out a sound of surprise, not wanting to spill her drink. Peter ignores this and tucks her under his chin, holding her close lightly rubbing her arm. Pulling herself from his grasp, she places the cup on the nightstand and turns back to him getting comfortable in his hold. He smiles to himself as she drapes an arm over his waist, slotting herself against him— it feels right, it feels perfect… he feels whole.

“… You’re warm.” She mutters listening to the werewolf’s heartbeat, slowly feeling sleep creep up on her.

“Just one of the many perks of being me.” He laughs at the soft scoff she gives him, before looking up at him with tired eyes.

“You’re so humble.” Giving him a lazy smile, her eyes drop to his lips before going back to his eyes and there’s a shift in the air. The once tired and calm air between them is now alight with a buzz; a buzz that seems to tickle their skin, give her butterflies, make goosebumps trail on her arm where he touches. It makes his heartbeat faster— his senses become flooded with her.

He can smell the change in her, and then he sees it. Her pupils are blown, almost blending in with her dark brown eyes, her breath is coming out shallow and her heart is beating as loudly as his. Pulling away from her, he tilts his head searching her face for something, furrowing his brow they just stay still watching each other— not sure what to do.

Her brain is flooded with questions, but they soon become muddled and fuzzy as she watches his eyes shift from blue to cobalt with wide pupils. Willing herself to sit up, she leans forward slightly, eyes never leaving his.

Taking a deep breath she asks, “Can I kiss you?”

Not giving her a verbal answer he leans the rest of the way, careful not to hurt her, and they both sigh into the kiss. Placing a hand on his cheek she tries to deepen the kiss, making him growl in response, pushing her down to the bed. She lets out a small moan as he cards his fingers in her curls tugging on it, exposing her neck to him, as he trails kisses up and down it.

Her fingers are tightly gripping his shirt pulling him closer. Grabbing her hands, he holds them over her head looking down at her with lust filled eyes. Sighing deeply he pulls away from her, leaving her confused.

“What?”

“We shouldn’t do this.” There’s a sting in her chest as his words bounce in her brain, shaking his head quickly rephrases his statement, “We shouldn’t do this now— not while you’re injured. I’m not one for really being gentle.” She shivers at his words and he groans at the sight, leaning his forehead on her shoulder, “You really are making this hard.”

“Good.” Y/N lightly bites his ear causing him to lay on top of her, she can feel the effects of what she’s doing to him, and she loves every second of it, “If you were gentle, we’d have a problem.”

“Y/N, seriously…” Peter’s tone was meant to be scolding, but it came out wanting— wanting her, wanting to make her scream his name, wanting her to feel how he really felt for her, wanting her to be his forever. She has him wrapped around her little finger so tight, he’s stuck wondering if she’s always felt like this for him. Propping himself up he looks down at the girl needing to know, he moves his face further away from her as she moves to kiss him, grinning at the whine she gives him, “Y/N, just answer one question for me… Do you really want me or is this just White Knight Syndrome?”

Y/N gives him a questioning look before thinking hard about her answer. She knows that she never had a dislike for him, even when he would throw insults her way, but those were much less than what he said to the others. She always felt like they had a connection of sorts, but never tried to explore it, because of the Pack.

When Derek first invited her to the Pack meetings it was because she was attacked by a hunter, after they saw her walking around town with Lydia and Scott. Derek didn’t want her to get hurt, but he had to warn her about his uncle— he couldn’t be trusted and he hates humans, so he told her everything about him. How he killed Derek’s sister, changed Scott, killed a few people in town— she was freaked out, but when she saw him.. when she laid eyes on the ‘big bad wolf’ she was smitten.

Of course she couldn’t let anyone know that— especially not Peter! He was a master manipulator, he’d surely twist things around in her head if he ever found out how she felt for him; so she kept it hidden. She hid it so well, she herself forgot she had a thing for the older wolf— that is until she saw him again.

She was surprised he didn’t speak to her when she walked in, in the sense that he didn’t say anything rude or snarky. He just watched her from his seat on his couch with a smirk of sorts playing on his lips. They seemed to fall into a kind of rhythm and got comfortable with one another pretty quickly and that was starting to freak her out a bit, and with her father’s death anniversary coming up it wasn’t helping her in the least.

So she went AWOL for a bit and she hated every second she was away from Peter, it was like he was her lifeline of sorts and that scared her more. Y/N wasn’t sleeping or eating properly, and overworking herself just made it worse, that she started smelling Peter at random times during the day— but of course he wasn’t there.

Someone would walk into the bakery wearing cologne that smells similar to his and her heart would skip a beat from the smell alone; when she had enough of the teasing smells provided by the universe she drove to Derek’s loft to get the smell straight from the source. Seeing the couch vacant she makes a beeline for it laying down, finally relaxing as his scent encompasses her— and then he bursts that bubble demanding answers from her.

Y/N was so angry that she did the only logical thing, she yelled at him, and then she ignored him. His need to know where she was and what she was doing was so off putting to her that she couldn’t stomach to be near him— but she still felt that need. She became angry with herself and she knew she needed to think clearly about everything, she just couldn’t figure out why Peter was so concerned with her when they never had a decent conversation before— and sure what’s currently happening probably isn’t the best thing, after what just happened to her, but it feels right.

Taking a deep breath she looks Peter dead in his eyes, “I want you, I’ve wanted you since the beginning.” Peter almost loses himself at her words, stopping himself from making her his as their conversation in the car replays in his mind, seeing his hesitation Y/N slides her hand out of his grasp and gently cupping his face, “I want this and I trust you.”

Relief floods his body as he kisses her deeply, as she allows him to explore her body, lightly trailing his hands under her shirt, pulling it over her head. She huffs out an annoyed, “Oh sure, you don’t rip your shirt, but you’ll rip mine. I see how it is.”

Smirking, he nips her bottom lip, “I like that shirt, and I like you in it.”

Chuckling at his words, her next words get caught in her throat as he takes her nipple in his mouth, giving it as much attention as he can before moving to the next one. Y/N tugs on his hair pulling him back up to her kissing him fervently.

“You have too many clothes on, Peter.” She mumbles against his lips making him laugh as he begins to suck on her neck— there’s definitely going to be a mark. Sitting up he begins undoing the knot she tied on her sweats, not once bothering to shed any of his clothes. Y/N glares at him, but soon gets lost in the feeling of his fingers teasing her folds.

“So wet already.” He teases her as he pushes his fingers inside her, using his thumb he lightly rubs her clit leaning down watching her get lost at his touch, “Fucking gorgeous.”

Y/N lets out a gasp at his words, fisting the sheets under her as her walls clench around his fingers. Growling at the feeling he starts pumping his fingers faster, bringing her closer to her orgasm. Gripping his arm tightly in one hand, she feels the coil in her core getting ready to snap, her body grows hot as she gets closer, and closer; and right when her release is about to wash over her, he pulls his fingers out of her. Mouth agape she watches him in disbelief as he licks his fingers clean, he gives her a shit eating grin pulling his shirt and pants off. Her eyes widen at his size as he pumps himself a few times, hearing the spike in her heart beat he kisses her lightly.

“If you want me to stop, just say so and we will.”

“No, I want this.” She puts her arms around his neck, kissing him back adding, “Just don’t break me please.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Carefully and slowly he pushes himself inside her, relishing the feeling of her taking him so well. Cursing under his breath at the feeling of being inside her, he looks at the look on her face— the warmest and brightest of smiles. He feels himself twitch inside her and she clenches in response earning a growl from him; pulling out of her he snaps his hips forward, kissing her as she gasps at the feeling.

He hits all the right spots, quickly setting the pace as he hooks her leg around his waist. Resting his head in the crook of her neck, he can’t help but imagine how perfect she’d look with his mark on her for all to see.

Seemingly reading his mind Y/N pants out, “Bite me, please.”

Her breathing becomes heavy as his fangs rip into her skin, the pain was there for a moment being replaced with pleasure soon after. His thrusts become harder but sloppy as he listens to her mumbled ‘yes, harder, don’t stop’.

Pulling out of her, he flips her onto her stomach sliding back inside he snakes his hand to her throat squeezing it lightly. Moaning at the feeling, she arches her back glancing at him over her shoulder, getting the hint he squeezes her throat again while rubbing her clit again.

Her body is nearing the end once again, as her eyes become hooded, “Don’t you dare stop this time.”

He chuckles lowly in her ear whispering, “I can’t, not when you take me as well.”

Y/N mewls at his words as she reaches her peak, shaking as her walls start to milk him, he helps her ride out her orgasm feeling his approaching. His thrusts are sloppier than before and he lets out a loud moan when Y/N says, “I want you to finish inside me.”

Two more thrust later he holds her close emptying himself inside her, both panting at the feeling. She shivers at the thought of having Peter’s kids and involuntarily clinches around him again. They stay unmoving for a few minutes enjoying the bliss of one another— him behind her, holding her to his chest not letting her go.

Peter finally pulls out of her watching his essence spill out of her, smiling as it does, gently turning her on her back. Her eyes are closed and he knows she’s already sleeping, getting a cloth he cleans her up and pulls the covers over the both of them.

When the sun comes pouring into the room, Y/N stretches stopping when she feels her body protest. Peter was right, they should’ve waited, but it was worth it; looking around the room she finds that she’s alone. Getting up slowly she goes to the bathroom smiling at the mark he left her. Putting on her now clean clothes she walks into the kitchen where Peter is making breakfast. Hearing her footsteps he turns, giving her a warm smile and motions for her to sit down, she spots her phone in the corner being charged and reaches for it, turning it on as he places a plate of food in front of her.

“I don’t remember putting this to charge.” She states taking a big bite of food.

“You didn’t, I did, and you’re welcome.”

“Thank you Peter.” She playfully rolls her eyes at him, and her face is shocked as notification after notification fills her phone.

55 missed calls from Lydia, 162 unread texts from Lydia, 132 missed calls from Derek, 45 unread texts from Stiles, 208 missed calls from Scott, and the worse one yet… 3 missed calls from Mom. “Oh god… I’m so dead.”

Peter walks around looking at her phone reading the notifications, “Wow, they really blew up your phone, but I doubt they’ll kill you.”

“That’s not the Pack I’m worried about! I missed 3 calls from my mom—3!” Y/N begins to panic and rehearses what kind of excuse would be good enough for her mom.

“How about, I was almost killed yesterday by 4 guys and needed time to recover?”

“She won’t fall for that, Peter!” She pauses hearing her words, “Oh wait. That did happen though. Okay I’m gonna call her—”

FACETIME MOM

“WHAT DO I DO?!”

“Answer it, babe.” Peter reaches over answering the call, smiling at the woman on the screen. “Hi there.”

“Y/N, who is that and why is he answering your phone?” Her mom pauses looking at her daughter’s face closely.

Needless to say the next three hours were full of yelling and cursing— not directed at Y/N, but at the events that happened the night before. At the end her mom was a crying mess informing Y/N that she was coming to visit her right away, to help be there for her child and personally thank the man that saved her child’s life… of course she doesn’t know how Peter saved her, but she’s still thankful.

Hanging up, Y/N leans back in her chair sighing deeply, “Well… that was my mom.”

Peter laughs rubbing her back soothingly, “Nice lady.”

“Yeah, when she wants to be.”

They gaze at each other leaning in for a kiss when Y/N’s phone starts ringing again. Groaning, she answers it without checking the caller ID, “Yes?!”

“Y/N YOU’RE ALIVE?!?! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!?! DID PETER HURT YOU, I SWEAR TO GOD IF HE DID ANYTHING—”

“WHOA!! SLOW DOWN THERE… Lydia?”

“YES!?”

“Stop yelling at me, you are not my mother— who coincidentally I just spoke to. What’s going on? What’s with all the messages and missed calls? You realize I’m never going to get through all 359 voicemails right? And if I was actually dead I’d never get to them at all.” Y/N gives Peter an exasperated look, to which he moves to stand behind her, brushing her hair to the side and kisses the mark he left her. She shivers at the feeling and lazily swats him away, but he continues.

“We were so worried, we went to the location Peter gave us to get your car— all your tires were slashed, there was blood— a lot of blood, and 4 dead guys! Not to mention Peter was the one who got there first, so we didn’t know what to think.” As Lydia speaks Y/N isn’t paying much attention, as Peter sneaks his hands up her shirt massaging her breasts whispering suggestive words in her other ear.

“I get it, but I’m fine— apart from a few bruises and mild trauma. But I’m fine.” Getting up from her chair she lets Peter walk her to his room, pushing her on the bed.

“You sure?” Lydia asks with uncertainty in her voice.

“Positive, I’ll see you guys tomorrow at the next meeting, I need to get my car from Derek anyway. Right now I just need to relax and recover.” She bites her lip glancing at Peter who is taking his clothes off and unbuttoning her jeans pulling them off, “Lydia, I’ll uh call you later. Bye.”

“By-”

“You didn’t have to hang up on your friend, Y/N.” Peter smiles devilishly at her as he kneels in front of her kissing her inner thigh, placing his hand on her stomach, pushing her to lay down on the bed.

“Oooohhh yes I did.” Her words come out shaky as he licks her folds teasingly. Her hands find their way to his hair as he starts to suck on her clit making her say— loudly, “YEAH! DefiniteLY did!”

Chuckling he lays his head on her thigh smiling, “Oh we are going to have so much fun, Y/N.”

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A/N: Well this was fun to write, I should really stop opening new docs and finish my WIPs…. Naaaaaahhhhh. I kid, I kid.

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I’m Proud of You

Request by @castieltheasstiel - Okay so the reader is Derek’s girlfriend and she’s bestfriends with Scott and Stiles and she’s currently living at Stiles’ house because she’s kind of in protective custody because her mom is super abusive and her mom had attacked her with a knife and so she has a scar on her face and one on her arm from trying to protect herself. Stiles and his dad had come to her house as all of this was happening because she stopped responding to his texts and Sheriff Stilinski offers to let her stay with them. Derek doesn’t know the story behind the scars and one day he asks the reader and she tells him but she tells him that he can’t freak out. As she’s telling him she starts getting really emotional so he pulls her into his lap so she can bury her head in his chest and after she tells him everything he holds her and tells her that as long as he’s there nothing will happen to her. Scott and Stiles find out that she told Derek everything and they are super proud of her.

Derek Hale x reader

Summary: You tell Derek about a traumatic experience and why you now live with the Stilinskis.

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A/N: Okay, I hope this is okay. It’s my first time writing for Derek really so I think it’s alright but I could be wrong.

The traumatic experience is about an abusive parent and talking about what happened.

GIF isn’t mine

You pushed off from the desk, spinning in the chair and just about making it to the bookshelf. Your face scrunched up as you reached out to try and grab the shelf to pull yourself completely over but instead there was a faint chuckle before someone rolled you forward. You looked backwards, up at a smiling Derek with your own small grin. "Hi," he laughed again, leaning down to place a quick kiss to your lips before mumbling, "Hello," against them. You turn back to grab the two books you need before looking at him and giving a cheeky smile that he seemed to understand since he wheeled you back over to the desk for you to drop the books down and continue researching. As you flipped through the book, you felt him wrap his arms around your shoulders as he rested his head on your shoulder to read too.

Well now you just couldn't focus so instead you put the book down and stood up. Spinning round, you rolled up your sleeves before putting your arms around his neck and placing a small peck to his cheek. You could see the look on his face as his hand ran up and down your arm. He looked so deep in thought, hesitant too. Moving your hands to rest on his shoulders, your head fell to the side and your eyebrows knitted together, "You okay? What's happening?" His eyes stayed fixed on your arm, flickering up to your face for a second or too and you immediately tensed up when you realised exactly what it was. It wasn't you didn't want to tell him, it was that no one was ever comfortable thinking about a nightmare, having to relive it. He must have picked up on it, chemo signals or whatever, because his face fell and he was quick to try and reassure you that you didn't have to say anything so you simply gave him a quick look to shut him up and then lead him over to the bed so the two of you could sit down.

"Alright, before I say anything, you have to promise and I mean like an unbreakable vow promise, that you won't absolutely lose it. 'Cause I like you Derek and I like seeing you and I don't want to have to visit prison to do it, you know?" He laughed, a sweet smile gracing his lips as he nodded, "I think I can do that," you rolled your eyes at his almost cocky attitude and shuffled to sit up taller, fiddling with his fingers and therefore successfully shutting him up, "Um, yeah, er, okay so," you were tearful already, breath beginning to pick but Derek didn't try to stop you, he simply squeezed your hand and gave you his best comforting smile. He understood that you wanted to tell him, that you just needed a minute. "You know how I live here, with the, er, Stilinskis instead of, you know," he nodded, tracing small shapes on your palm in an attempt to help calm you, "Well, it wasn't exactly by choice. I mean, it was but it happened because other stuff happened-"

"I know," you were glad he cut you off because you felt like you would've never stopped and it really wasn't overly the main part to the story. "Right, um so the stuff, okay," you took a deep breath to steady yourself, wiping away the already fallen tears, "So you know how Stiles will constantly text you and if you don't reply straight away, he goes into overprotective pack mum mode and will hunt you down?" Derek nodded, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes and you knew it was from the various hangouts and dates interrupted by this specific tendency of his. You wanted to laugh but your breath was a bit too quick and your voice a bit too wobbly. "Well, it kind of worked in my favour 'cause I, um, I got into this fight, with my mum. I forgot to tell her I'd be home late and she got really mad," you took another deep breath, eyes squeezed closed as you tried your best to be able to get your words out.

Derek reached out and brushed some hair out of your face, making your eyes open and you saw the worried look. The one that silently told you you don't have to go on and that he understood it was difficult, that he wouldn't be annoyed. "Don't worry, just take a minute," you did, moving closer to him and leaning against him whilst moving his arms around your waist. He let out a breathy laugh, resting his chin on your head. You took another shaky breath and then continued, "We were in the kitchen and she was, she was, I can't remember. I just remember her exploding and then she- she, um, she picked up this knife and attacked me and I- I-" your fingers danced over the scar on your arm, Derek doing the same. His touch was softer than yours, more delicate. You pressed harder like it would erase it and he was light, like he was scared he'd hurt you. Like he knew how easily you'd crumble as you pressed into it, like he knew you'd break. And you did.

Sobs began to leave your lips, Derek still tracing the shape as he pulled you closer. You twisted to rest your face against his chest, trying your hardest to stop the tears. You knew that Derek didn't care but you couldn't help that need to not show how bad it is. That need to hold the facade of 'perfect' and 'okay' up for as long as possible. "Thank you. For telling me. I know how hard it is to talk about something like that. I'm proud of you. As long as I'm here, nothing will hurt you. I promise," You laughed quietly to yourself before your next words, sniffling slightly, "Promise not to go on some big hunt for her?"

"I might have to rethink my words from earlier," his fingers still ran over the scar on your arm, now almost a subconscious movement and it made you smile because he so readily accepted it. You giggled again, this time with him and you shuffled so your head now rested on his shoulder, "Can we stay here a while?" Before he could answer with what you were sure was going to be a 'Yes', your phone began to ring. When you checked the screen, Derek groaned and took it from your hands to bitterly mutter, "What Stiles?" Stifling your laughs, you watched him roll his eyes and grit his teeth. His jaw clenched as he managed an "Okay," and ended the call even when you could hear Stiles still talking on the other end. "And he wanted?"

"They found something, they want you to check it out. You know you don't have to right? Just leave them two idiots to it," you laughed and began to get up, hand still holding his and you tugged him up too, smile on your face like you never cried at all, "I can't. They're idiots," he laughed, standing up and reaching to your swivel chair for both your jacket and his.

"So anything here? Symbols or signs?" Stiles had his hands on his hips, foot tapping impatiently. Scott stood next to him, arms swinging back and forth as he waited for you to say something and Malia stood the other side of Stiles, arms crossed and face set in an indifferent expression. Derek was just behind you, studying the same thing as you simply shrugged, "Not too sure. I mean there's marks here that could be some sort of were-animal but it looks more wolf than the usual attack. Stiles marched over to you and Scott quickly followed while Malia stayed put and Derek moved back to let you talk to them. As soon as he was sure they were far enough and they weren't likely to listen in, Scott turned to you with a worried look, "Are you okay?" At your confused look, he pointed to your face, "You've been crying,"

"Right, I, er, told Derek. About my mum and stuff," your arms crossed over your chest, eyes fixed on the damage of the attack but you sent a sharp glare Stiles way when he hit your shoulder, "What? You told him?" Rolling your eyes, you traced the claw marks and circled the bite marks on the wood, "Yeah. I mean, he asked and he is my boyfriend," You stumbled as Stiles pulled you into a hug and Scott did so straight after, both with proud smiles on their faces, "Well done, I'm so proud of you," Scott kept his arm around your shoulder as Stiles grinned at you. He leant forward and patted your head as your nose scrunched up. Shoving his hand away, you ducked under Scott's arm and made your way over to Derek. You hugged him, his arms wriggling out of your grip and wrapping around you. He didn't even pause as he spoke to Malia, complaining about Peter or something. You couldn't be happier.

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aristrocrat · 3 years

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Chapter 4

S1 Episode 3

The day after Y/N kissed Stiles and this man can’t keep his mouth shut about it. Can you blame him? He’s a simpin’ man. The pack sneaks into a crime scene and then Stiles has dinner with your pops. Also, keep in mind that I’m heavily basing Y/N’s dad’s personality on ✨Phil Dunphy✨ bc he’s the best TV dad ever

“SCOTT!” Stiles squeaked as soon as he caught glimpse of his friend. “SCOTT OH MY GOD!!”

“What?” He chuckled, looking at the disheveled running towards him.

“You have to promise on EVERYTHING that you won’t tell a fucking soul,” He said, holding out his pinky. Scott simply looked down at it unamused. “Right, okay. Yeah, that’s Y/N’s thing sorry but swear it!”

“Okay, I swear just tell me.”

“Y/N kissed me,” Stiles said quickly, making Scott’s eyes go wide as his jaw dropped. “I mean technically I kissed her but-“

“YOU GUYS KIS-“

“SHHH!” Stiles flailed his arms. “Shut up! I don’t want her to know I told you, I promised her!”

“You kissed her?” Scott asked again in shock. “When? How? Wait, did she kiss you back?”

“Literally not even fifteen minutes after you kissed Allison. She told me to. I thought it was like a platonic thing with the way she did it but then we kissed and there was SO MUCH chemistry! And yeah, asshole. Why is that such a surprise?”

“Because she refuses to even admit to me that she liked you!” Scott replied. “Dude so like how was it?”

“AMAZING!” Stiles shouted, gaining the eyes of a few passersby. “Dude, it was like electric. I could feel it in my bones. It was- I don’t know. All I know is I wanna do it again and again and-“

“Okay, ew. She’s like my sister so maybe tone it down a bit,” Scott cringed.

“Oh yeah sorry about that,” Stiles said as they walked into the school. “But then we went to her place to like look into the Laura Hale thing and she didn’t even let me talk about it. She’s like teasing me or something. I don’t understand and I’m FREAKING out, okay? … But anyways, how are you doing? You good?”

“Yeah, I mean I had this dream last night that’s been bothering me,” Scott went on to explain everything as they entered the building. They continued to psychoanalyze the dream when they saw you at the locker.

“Hey!” You smiled, hopping into step with them. Scott smirked and gave it all away. “You told him?!”

“I-What?! I didn’t- How the hell did you- How could you tell?!” Stiles stammered. Scott started making kissing noises, making you groan and walk away. “Wait, Y/N! I-.. And she’s walking away. This is your fault, you know.”

“I’m sorry,” Scott chuckled before continuing on with the previous conversation.

You walked to your locker and unloaded the contents of your backpack in there before grabbing the things you needed.

“Hey, Y/N!” Lydia smiled, walking up to with Jackson right behind her. “Would you tell him that Scott isn’t taking steroids?”

“Scott? You mean the boy who told my mom I stole her liquor?” You deadpanned. They waited for your response. “No, you idiot. He’s the definition of a goody two shoes.”

“Well, something’s off. I need to find out what it is,” Jackson huffed. “I mean what is up with all of the dead bodies and weird vibes?”

“Bodies? Plural?” You questioned.

“Yeah, rumor has it that the janitor got torn to shreds last night in the bus,” Lydia responded. Your heart dropped.

“Jesus, I don’t even feel safe in this town anymore,” You mumbled, feeling as if Derek somehow had something to do with it.

“I gotta go,” Jackson interrupted. “But if you hear anything, tell me.”

“Okay?” You shot him a confused glare.

“About Scott I mean-“

“Yes, I know what you meant. You can leave now,” You rolled your eyes, shocking the couple with the attitude. “God, what is up with your boyfriend?”

“He’s jealous of Scott,” Lydia replied, starting to make her way to class. “I would be too. Scott’s starting to become quite the player. He’s kind of hot too, don’t you think?”

“No,” You laughed, passing by Allison and nodding at her. She smiled and held up her finger, signaling she’d be right behind the two of you after she was off of the phone.

“He’s not the only hot one, you know. The whole school’s been talking about you,” Lydia gleamed. “You’re welcome!”

“You’re ridiculous,” You laughed, walking into class and taking your seats. You chitchatted for a few more minutes before continuing on with your school day. The first half of it went by really quickly and before you knew it, you sat at a table with your lunch, waiting on your friends.

“Okay, I know you’re still mad but listen-“

“You think it was Scott?” You looked up at your friends. “Yeah, I heard you talking about it last hour.”

“I don’t think it was him,” Stiles argued, taking the seat next to yours. “He dreamt a similar dream. Maybe it’s like a werewolf thing to predict the future?”

“Yeah, and kind of like how it’s a Stiles thing to bounce off ridiculous theories,” You said sarcastically.

“I remember it clearly though,” Scott mumbled. “I need to talk to Derek.”

“What?!” You both exclaimed.

“He has the answers,” Scott shrugged. “He knows how to hold back the urge to turn on a full moon, he’s gotta know about this. I can’t go out with Allison. I have to cancel-“

“No, you’re not cancelling, okay? You can’t just cancel your entire life,” Stiles interrupted. “We’ll figure it out.”

“Figure what out?” Lydia smiled, taking the seat next to Scott.

“Homework,” You smiled before everyone else joined you at the table. They all made small talk before Stiles confirmed that it was a bus driver who got attacked.

“Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?” Lydia said. “Like, oh! Where are we going tomorrow night? You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?”

You all looked up at her.

“I mean we were still thinking about what we were going to do,” Allison replied nicely.

“Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos so if the four of us are hanging out, we’re doing something fun,” She said.

“Lydia, we could-“ You began before she gave you a look, shutting you up.

“..Hanging out? Like the four of us?” Scott looked over at Allison. “Do you wanna hang out, like us and them?”

“Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun.”

“You know what else sounds fun?” Jackson spoke up. “Stabbing myself in the face with this fork.”

“Well this sounds like a recipe for disaster,” You leaned over and muttered to Stiles. He nodded in agreement as you listened to the four kids make plans, cringing when Scott claimed to be an excellent bowler.

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“God, it was like watching a car wreck,” Stiles spewed after school. “And then out of nowhere comes that phrase.”

“Hanging out.”

“You don’t hang out with hot girls, okay? Once it’s hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend,” Stiles said, making you roll your eyes. “You and Danny can start hanging out.”

“You’re overreacting,” You finally said. The boys ignored you and continued voicing their thoughts.

“How is this happening? I either killed a guy or I didn’t.”

“I don’t think Danny likes me very much.”

“ I asked Allison on a date and now we’re hanging out.”

“Am I not attractive to gay guys?”

“Make first line, and the team captain wants to destroy me, and now-now i’m gonna be late for work!” Scott marched off.

“Wait Scott! You didn’t answer my question! Am I attractive to gay guys- he didn’t answer my question,” He looked at you. “Oh my god wipe that smug look off of your face.”

“Sounds like you should’ve asked Danny to be your first kiss,” You teased, making him groan. “No no don’t be embarrassed! You two would make a very cute couple!”

“Not as cute as we would,” He smiled. You rolled your eyes again, shaking your head as you walked past him. “Wait, Y/N! Am I though?!”

“Take me home, Stilinski!” You replied, not even bothering to look behind you.

“Fine,” He mumbled, catching up to you and doing as instructed.

“This is so reckless,” You shined as Stiles pulled his jeep up to the school.

“Relax, I just- I need to do this, okay?” Scott replied, hopping out of the jeep, following Stiles.

“Right. Walking into a crime scene. What could you wrong?” You muttered to yourself, leaning back in the backseat. Stiles came back not even a minute later.

“Am I Robin?” He asked you.

“Stiles, we’ve been over this. I need an explanation when you ask something like that,” You said. “I can’t read your mind.”

“Scott’s Batman and I’m Robin,” He explained. You stayed silent. “Ugh! I knew it!”

“What does that make me then?”

“Alfred,” he said matter of factly.

“The fucking butler?!” You laughed. “Okay, I definitely have the shorter end of the stick here. I thought I’d be Lois Lane or something.”

“You hurt my heart when you say things like that,” Stiles cringed. “That’s Superman’s love interest.”

“Maybe even a Princess Leia,” You smirked.

“Okay, now you’re just trying to piss me off,” Stiles chuckled. “What’s next? You hate Star Wars?”

“Well-“

“Don’t.” His smile faded instantly, making you throw your head back in laughter. “Wait wait.. do you see that? Oh my god that’s a light!”

Stiles began to honk his horn to get Scott’s attention. Your heart raced at the thought of getting caught. There goes any chance of a full ride. You’d be lucky to be accepted into a community college at that. Scott jumped over the fence and got in the car.

“Go! Go! Go!” He shouted.

“Did it work?! Did you remember?!” Stiles yelled as he drove off.

“Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood. A lot of it was mine.”

“So you did attack him?” You asked.

“No. I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren’t mine. It was Derek.”

“What about the driver?” Stiles interrogated.

“I think I was actually trying to protect him.”

“Wait, why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?”

“That’s what I don’t get it.”

“It’s got to be a pack thing. Like an initiation. You do the kill together,” You said

“Because ripping someone’s throat out is a real bonding experience?” Scott asked sarcastically.

Yeah, but you didn’t do it. Which means you’re not a killer. And it also means that-“

“I can go out with Allison!”

“I was going to say it means that you won’t kill me,” Stiles finished

“Oh yeah.. that too,” Scott said.

“Can you guys take me home yet?” You asked.

“Shh, the adults are talking,” Scott smirked. You leaned forward and punched him in the arm. “OW!”

“Dude, you kinda had that one coming,” Stiles winced. The two boys continued to throw around ideas until you got to Scott’s house. He thanked Stiles before he walked off and you took the liberty of hopping in the front seat.

“Since everyone’s going out, do you wanna do something?” Stiles asked excitedly.

“You mean.. hang out?” You smirked.

“Ouch!” He pretended to grab at a wound on his chest, scrunching up his face.

“I’m kidding!” You laughed. “God, I wish I could but my dad’s about to leave for two weeks. I kind of have to go eat dinner with him tonight. Do you wanna come with me?”

“Oh, I don’t wanna intrude-”

“Are you kidding?” You laughed. “I’m convinced my dad likes you more than me.”

“Oh I think he does too. We’re tight. Sometimes he even games with me and Scott on Xbox but-”

“You guys play games with my father on Xbox,” you deadpanned. “Nerd by association my ass.”

“I’m going to choose to ignore that very hurtful comment and finish my sentence that you so rudely interrupted,” Stiles held up his hand. “But your mom scares the living hell out of me.”

“Yeahhh, she scares me too,” You chuckled. “She’s working the night shift though so it would just be the three of us. My dad’s making chicken parm.”

“Say no more,” He laughed, reversing the jeep so he could pull into your driveway. “Can’t promise you that I won’t play Call of Duty with him.”

“Is it too late to revoke my offer?” You rolled your eyes.

“It was too late as soon as you said he was making chicken parm.”

“Did I say chicken parm? I meant-”

“Look at that! We’re here!” Stiles shouted, hopping out of the jeep. You smiled as he opened your door. As you reached forward to open it, Lydia’s mom swung open the front door and yelped.

“Mrs. Martin?” You asked, confused as to why the hell she was in your house.

“Hi, Y/N! Stiles!” She smiled. “Have you seek Lydia? I’ve looked everywhere and I told her to be back by dinner. She just will not abide by the curfew and she’s driving me nuts.”

“Uh, I think she’s out on a double date but I don’t remember where they said they were going,” You covered. “I can call her if you’d like.”

“No, no. Thank you, sweetheart. I just needed to know she wasn’t alone,” She chuckled. “Have a good weekend, you two!”

“Yeah, you too,” Stiles mumbled before turning to you. “What the hell?”

You simply shrugged and continued to walk inside of the house.

“Hey, kiddo! I’m in here!” He shouted from the kitchen. You followed the sound of his voice and saw him washing off a few dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. “Your friend’s mom was just here. Have you heard from-”

“I let her know that Lydia’s out on a double date. With Scott and Allison actually,” You smiled, sitting down at the counter. “Are you cool with Stiles joining us for dinner?”

“Only if he promises to let me kick his ass on some Xbox!” He chuckled, throwing a small towel on his shoulder. “How’ve you been, son?”

“Good! But I haven’t let you beat me yet, Mr. Y/L/N. Not starting tonight,” Stiles laughed, still standing behind you.

“That’ll change in about an hour,” You father replied. “Dinner won’t be ready for another thirty minutes, though. You kids go upstairs, I’ll call you when it’s done.”

“Okay, Pops,” You got up and led Stiles to your room. Once he shuffled past you, you closed the door and turned to him. “He’s acting weird.”

“He’s acting totally normal. What do you mean?” Stiles laughed, walking to your computer.

“I don’t know. It’s just the vibe, I guess,” You mumbled. “You’re probably right. Anyways, whatcha researchin?”

“Okay so, hear me out,” He began, not looking away from the computer. “I was up late last night looking for more information regarding the Hales, specifically Laura Hale. I couldn’t stop thinking about why she could transform into a wolf. Get this, it says that only the strongest of werewolves are able to do that. Well, who’s typically the strongest wolf in a pack?”

“The alpha?”

“Exactly!” Stiles said, turning your screen towards you. “There were only a handful of survivors from the fire that burnt down their house. Laura, Derek, and an uncle, but he’s out of the picture because he was left like in a coma or something. Laura must’ve taken the role whenever the previous alpha died. Or maybe she was it the whole time. My theory is that Scott’s alpha might’ve killed her. For power or maybe they were intimidated or they were mortal enemies or-”

“Pause. Could she have been the one to turn him?” You interrupted.

“No because I think that would make Derek the alpha and his eyes aren’t red like the ones Scott’s seen,” Stiles dismissed. “All I’m saying is that, as if we need another reason not to trust him, we definitely shouldn’t be asking help from Derek if there’s tension between the packs.”

“Okay so the comatose uncle is completely out of the question then?” You asked. “How do we know he’s not faking it or something?”

“Because A.) he’s been bedridden and unresponsive for years, and B.) he.. wait it’s better to just show you,” Stiles typed for a minute before finding what he was looking for. “Ah! Here’s a picture. He hasn’t even healed. See? My best guess is that it burned the werewolf out of him.”

“Wait, wait so were they all bitten by their previous alpha?” You shook your head.

“Maybe,” He shrugged. “Or they were born that way. I read somewhere else that it’s possible.”

“God, I feel like the more we uncover, the more questions we’re left with,” You groaned, falling back into your bed. “Have you looked into werewolf hunters?”

“…No, actually,” he muttered after a few seconds. “That’s a good place to start tonight.”

“Stiles, I’m just so tired of researching all of this,” You said, looking up at your ceiling.

“Woah, now this is interesting,” He said, completely ignoring your comment. “They’re everywhere. Even Mexico!”

“That actually doesn’t shock me. Everything is in Mexico,” You laughed. “I have a cousin who lived down there and-”

“What if I email them and ask for information?!” He interrupted. “Maybe they can give us something to go off of. A book? A dark website?”

“Don’t. You might just lead them here and put Scott in even more danger than he’s already in,” You said, sitting up. “What if they’re all in league with each other?”

“But what if they’re not?”

“Stiles, it’s not worth the risk. The last thing we need is an army of werewolf hunters in Beacon Hills. Not when Scott can’t really keep it under control yet,” You argued. “Plus, I’m sure all they know about werewolves are how to torture and kill them.”

“Good point,” He sighed. “Yeah, I should just leave that alone then. It’s just frustrating because I feel like I’m running out of websites and books to read that seem legit.”

“Scott’s taking the night off. Let’s do the same! We can just do something to take our minds off of all of this,” You suggested. “We could watch a movie or play board games or-”

“I vote that we make out,” Stiles said, earning a disappointment glare. “What?? I’m just throwing it out there!”

“You definitely threw that option out of the window when you told Scott,” You laughed.

“What the hell did you expect me to do?!” He laughed. “Keep that to myself?”

“Yes, remember how I explicitly asked you to, and I quote, not tell anyone?” You deadpanned.

“Okay, I couldn’t just keep that from him, okay? He’s known how long I’ve wanted to kiss you for so he definitely had a right to know that it happened!” He defended his story, pausing only to see the look on your face. “I mean- fuck. The point is-”

“No, no, no. I want to hear your first point,” You smiled, getting up to poke his side.

“Stop! Stop!” He giggled, trying to run off to no avail. “Tickling is so not fair!”

“How long have you wanted to kiss me?” You kept on.

“Days!” He shouted, only to get another series of pokes. “OKAY! YEARS!”

“Years?” You stopped dead in your tracks, smile instantly dropping into a look of shock.

“Yeah, years,” He affirmed softly. “Since like elementary school, actually.”

“Why didn’t you ever-”

“Dinner’s ready!” Your dad barged into the room, causing the two of you to awkwardly stand in your respective sides of the room. “You ready for the best chicken parm you’ve ever laid your eyes on? I mean.. tongue on? Is there a better phrase for that?”

“Yeah, okay,” You finally managed to peel your eyes off of the boy standing in front of you. “Let’s, uh, go eat.”

“I think you mean feast!” Your dad said excitedly on the way downstairs, trying to ignore the weird tension in a subtle way. “And I was thinking. Maybe we should play Mario Kart on Y/N’s old Wii tonight instead of Xbox so everyone can join in on the fun.”

“Well, I’d hate to make two men pout when I dominate the game,” You teased, taking your seat at the table. “But if you’re looking to be humbled, I guess this is a good way of doing it.”

“What are you talking about?” Stiles laughed. “You got 5th place last time we played. And it was just three of us. You lost to not one but four computer generated players!”

“Stiles, you got 6th.”

“That’s beside the point,” He mumbled, taking his first bite of his dinner. “Mm, oh my god. Okay, this is hands down the best dinner I’ve ever had. Wow.”

“I’ll send you home with some leftovers,” Your dad chuckled. “You should come join us for dinner more often! The girls never appreciate my meals!”

You three spent the rest of the dinner cracking jokes. There was no longer any tension and you all told hilarious stories your and Stiles’ childhoods. Your dad jumped at the opportunity to tell Stiles a few embarrassing stories as well, making you hide into the arms you rested on the table. Once you cleared the table, you all played a couple rounds of Mario Kart. You ate your words and accepted the defeat. Your father placed first, Stiles third, and you fifth again.

“Alright, guys. I should probably hit the sack,” your dad looked at the clock. “I have an early flight tomorrow.”

“Alright, Dad. Love you,” You smiled from the couch. He walked over and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. Love you too, kiddo,” He smiled. “I’ll be gone before you wake up but call me if you need anything. Thanks for swinging by, Stiles! I left the leftovers in a container in the fridge.”

“Thank you!” Stiles smiled. “Dude, your dad is seriously the best.”

“You’re only saying that because you two are practically the same person,” You laughed, turning off the TV. “Any word from your dad about the bus driver?”

Stiles sighed, looking down at your phone. He opened his mouth to say something but followed your distracted gaze. You both realized Scott’s mom was pulling into her driveway. “Oh shit. Weren’t we supposed to cover for Scott tonight?”

You both shot up and sprinted toward the door.

“Stiles, wait! Let me give her your leftovers!”

“What?! Why?!” He stopped as he reached for knob.

“I’ll knock and say that they’re for her! As a distraction!” You scoured the fridge for the leftovers and grabbed the container.

“I don’t like this idea!” He shouted.

“Well you won’t be able to make it up there unless I distract her!” You said opening and walking out of the door. “Go! I know the recipe! I’ll bring you some to school! Come on!”

“That’s bullshit but okay! I’m coming!” He ran behind you, splitting off as you walked to their front door. You rang the doorbell and knocked a few times before Melissa opened the door.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? It’s late,” She smiled. She already changed into her pajamas. Damn this woman moved quick.

“I saw you come home. My dad made chicken parm and I figured you’d be hungry after your shift,” You smiled, holding out the leftovers. You caught glimpse of Stiles climbing in your peripheral and moved a little to your left to guide Melissa’s gaze away from the clumsy boy.

“Oh, sweetheart!” She grinned. “That is so thoughtful, thank you! Come in, it’s chilly. Want a hot chocolate?”

“Oh, I don’t want to bother you-”

“I insist!” She smiled. “Unless you’re here to see Scott, I can go-”

“No!” You said a little to loudly before clearing your throat and smiling back. “No, I’m sure he’s asleep! But sure, I’ll take that hot chocolate.”

“Let me just make sure Scott is asleep. He’d hate to miss out on hot chocolate,” She smiled skeptically. You closed your eyes in shame as she walked upstairs, knowing you just blew the cover. You heard her call out to him before hearing her footsteps begin to go back down stairs again. “Y/N, do you happen to know where-”

She was interrupted by a loud thud from his room. You ran upstairs and she held you back, grabbing the bat on Scott’s floor and charging.

“OH, NO, NO!” Stiles shouted, making Melissa scream.

“Stiles, what the hell are you doing here?!” She exclaimed.

“What am I doing?!” He asked. “God, do either of you even play baseball?”

You saw Scott enter through the front door and run upstairs. He walked into his room and you followed.

“Can you please tell your friend to use the front door?” She said. “Like you, Y/N. Thank you for being a normal person.”

You chuckled, shaking your head at your family friend.

“But we lock the front door. He wouldn’t be able to get in,” Scott said.

“Yeah, exactly,” She glared. “And by the way, do any of you care that there’s a police-enforced curfew?”

“No,” You all mumbled.

“No. Alright then. Well, you know what?” She began. “That about enough parenting for me for one night so goodnight.”

“So no hot chocolate?” You teased, making her chuckle on the way out. You sat beside Stiles as Scott pulled up a chair to face at you.

“So I just found out that my dad left for the hospital 15 minutes ago,” Stiles sighed. “It’s the bus driver. He said that he succumbed to his wounds.”

Your eyes shot to look at Scott, heart sinking more and more by the second.

“Succumbed?” He asked.

“Scott, he’s dead,” Stiles mumbled.

“Take me to Derek’s house.”

CHAPTER 5 ->

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princeescaluswords · 2 years

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Deaton traveling on his own dime to Japan for a rare lichen to save Stiles and poisoning the yakuza all while looking like he'd fit right in in a action/spy movie will never not be badass. Especially when he says "There's an evil spirit inside a teenage boy and I'm going to poison it." He's unequivocally portrayed as a good guy but fandom still deems him shady and untrustworthy all while writing about Peter mentoring Stiles and Lydia lol.

There's obviously the antiblackness of it all but also the white supremacist notion wherein white characters are entitled to power, and that's what they view the Nogitsune as. Power. Power for Stiles. They see it as wrong for Deaton to "deprive" him of that especially since he's Black.

Here's the thing that underscores your point while also driving racist Teen Wolf fans (and yes, I'm calling them racist at this point, there's no reason not to) to distraction: if you set aside Scott McCall, the person who supports Stiles Stilinski (and Derek Hale) the most often during the entire run of the show is Alan Deaton. Let's look at the tape:

doesn't call the cops on Derek in Season 1

tells Scott about the Bestiary (which ultimately helps Derek)

recognizes and makes sure to include Stiles in the plan to capture Jackson in Season 2

makes sure Derek is okay after Peter uses him

warns Derek about how Peter will try to manipulate him

helps Derek try to locate his missing betas

answers Stiles's questions about Druids in Season 3A

goes with Stiles to investigate the missing music teacher in 3A

rescues Stiles from Agent McCall in 3A

provides Stiles with the means to save his father in 3A

helps Stiles understand his dreams in 3B

travels to Japan to get the Letharia Vulpina

stops the possessed Stiles from killing Scott

secures the possessed Stiles

treats the de-aged Derek

endures Valack's gaze to help Derek

I'm sure I've missed instances but you get the idea. Deaton supplies Stiles with purpose, with information, with lore, but that's not enough for them. It is arguable that Deaton could have done everything for Scott that Stiles did and far more effectively, but Deaton chooses instead not to try to replace him. Deaton cares about Stiles a lot (certainly more than Derek or Peter did).

Oh, sure, the Sheriff rushed about bellowing about "where the hell is my son?" but he didn't actually do much of anything tangible to support Stiles. Their scenes are always about their relationship, and more often than not that relationship was an obstacle to resolving the plot.

Alan Deaton certainly appreciates Stiles's talents as much as anyone, but apparently that doesn't seem to matter to the fandom. You've already covered the reasons why.

I am always wary to use the term anti-blackness because it feels like that is not my lane but I'll do it this time because you said it first. They literally do not have any problem with any white male character criticizing other white male characters. Deaton's criticisms of Peter, Derek, and Stiles are comparatively mild when compared to how those three (or Isaac) go after each other, but somehow that's shown as an emotional connection. Deaton's reticence -- which is extraordinarily exaggerated in the minds of fandom -- is seen as a sign of sinister intent, even though Derek, Peter, and Stiles habitually hide critical information from others. To them, a black male character simply has no right to his own secrets.

But ultimately, Alan Deaton's unforgivable sin is prioritizing Scott -- even if that prioritization only serves to place Scott in danger -- over any white male character. I was watching a reaction video to Frayed (3x05) once, and the white women watching it were shrieking at Deaton not to relent and treat Ennis even after Marin explained that not doing so would place Scott in harm's way. At that point, the Alpha's were Derek's enemies and the reactors thought he shouldn't help them, no matter what. And there's the white supremacy you're talking about -- because this is the same episode where Derek endangers Scott by attacking his peace summit with Deucalion. It's very clear who fandom expected Deaton to value the most, and their disdain for him arises from the fact that he chose to value the lead protagonist over his foils.

It's a clear sign of the unearned importance they try to award white male characters.

#alan deaton #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #alan deaton defense squad #teen wolf fandom problems #teen wolf fandom racism

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mistletoe magic | stiles stilinski

word count; 10,490

summary; stiles learns that his cute neighbour might be a witch after accidentally getting her spellbooks delivered to him instead.

notes; I know a witch!au isn’t a huge au for stiles, because he’s had evident races of magic throughout the series anyway, but just enjoy it!

warnings; smut, unprotected sex, use of magic

It had been a pretty regular Monday morning for Stiles.

At six sharp, he’d been up and awake, barely functional but stumbling through his apartment and clicking on the coffee machine, before hopping into the shower for a quick wash. When he’d emerged, the machine had just finished grinding, as always, his routine functioning like a well-oiled machine now, and he’d moved it all across into a to-go cup and left it on the counter before going to get dressed.

He’d stumbled around to find his school books and shove them into a bag, eaten two cinnamon pop tarts that had burned the tips of his fingers when he’d grabbed them straight from the toaster, and had still been chewing as he shoved his keys in his pocket and sipped at his coffee, straight into the elevator at twenty to seven.

It was a fifteen-minute walk across campus to his early morning lecture on a Monday, leaving him with a few minutes to spare, in case he saw the sweet older lady from two floors down and wanted to say ‘hi’, or the cute neighbour who lived across the hall that always made him fall over his own feet, or maybe even the kid who delivers newspapers and is always falling off of his bike. He made it on time, took some great notes, and was feeling a little more alive and welcome into his day.

At exactly ten past one, he’d been home, having gone to the library to get some study in and find his new books, and get lunch at the diner he always ate at after classes, a cheeseburger and curly fries, and grabbed his letters and a parcel from the mail slot with his housing number printed on, tucking the package under his arm and heading upstairs and back to his flat, ready to flick through his bills.

All according to plan. One year and four months away at university and he knew every day like he’d been doing it for a decade, so he was only half-way to the kitchen when he remembered the package he was clutching under his arm, coming to a complete halt, throwing the usual assortment of envelopes away to the counter, and producing the neatly wrapped bundle.

He didn’t question it, not even bothering to look at the front, figuring it was just an early delivery on the textbooks that he wasn’t expecting to get here for another three weeks, finger slipping under the folds of the brown paper and tearing it away, fingers dancing over the covers of the books, before his brows were furrowing once again.

These were definitely not his ‘intro to psychological profiling’ textbooks.

Beautiful swirls in gold, carved into dark leather across the front, Latin words he didn’t understand before he was opening the cover, brushing off a layer of dust and letting one brow arch up. The text inside was English - though, no modern - and paper that he was cautious to take care of, simply from what appeared to be the age of it, stained and worn, finger marks clear on the corner from being passed down through generations. It was handwritten, drawings in old ink that had leaked onto the paper a little, rough and coarse, and labelled doodles with names he had never heard of before.

At a glance, he would assume it to be some kind of witchcraft.

He felt on edge, suddenly. He’d left Beacon Hills to come to somewhere that no supernatural would follow, where things like werewolves were still a myth, something to be laughed at, and he swallowed thickly, looking around his apartment as though someone was going to jump out. He loved his friends, he really did, and he didn’t so much mind the supernatural when he was with them all because they protected him, but alone out here, he and his bat didn’t stand a chance.

Now, it was Christmas, he knew this from the poor excuse of a tree up in his living room, and the snow outside, and the fact that for the last six weeks, his usual mochas had been a gingerbread-spiced mocha, on the insistence of the barista who served him whenever he ventured into the little coffee shop joint, and he was growing find of it. So, he tried to be optimistic, in the spirit of festivities and all that, and texted the group chat, waiting to see if any of them had sent him the books as a present, maybe even his father or Melissa. He even texted Parrish.

Except, they all said no, and now, he was stumped. Then, as he was being extra nosey and flicking through the book, he came across a page marked with a small slip of card, the item falling out, and he cursed, having no idea which page it came from, but as he picked up the piece of paper, one of the questions in his puzzle finally gained another piece towards the jigsaw.

‘(Y/N), the spell you’re looking for is here, but be careful, it’s a strong one.’

So, the books are for his hot neighbour, the next number up from his, and it now made sense as to why he had these books - they were a mistake. It opened a new question, however, as to why you would be getting them.

He had absolutely no patience, barley remembering to flick the catch on his door so that he’d be able to get back inside, before he was striding across the hall in one, two steps, and knocking on the wood. He could hear you shuffling around inside, the soft and muffled notes of the classic rock music you’d been listening to getting turned right down to low. It only took you a further few seconds until you were opening the door, but it felt like years to him with his impatience, fingers tapping against the books agitatedly, biting the nail of the other thumb, and his foot was tapping against the floor.

When you opened the door, though, he felt like it was too soon, like he wasn’t prepared for what to say, his breath hitching in his throat as his heart leapt in his chest, eyes sweeping down along your body and widening at your bare legs, only a t-shirt hanging on your frame, rising up to reveal the edge of a pair of white lace panties as you opened the door, and he forced his eyes back up to yours, wincing as he bit down a little too harshly on his nail, and pulled it from his mouth, shaking it as his dropped to his side.

“Hey, neighbour.”

“H-Hi. Hello. Yes, hi.” He already wanted to die a little bit, he hadn't stuttered this much in front of a pretty girl since junior year in high school, even Lydia had lost this effect on him, and college really had been a growing experience for him. He’d had a fair few hook-ups, and experimented, and he wasn’t shy about flirting when he wanted to, but you always through hi right back through loops, like he was still that kid with a buzzcut.

“What can I do for you, four-A?”

“Stiles. My name is Stiles.” He waited for the usual reaction, the cringe, the eyebrows shooting up, the scowl, something to indicate that you had actually heard the pronunciation, but you only smiled a little wider.

“I know. After I introduced myself and you fell over and didn’t give me your name, I checked the mail in your post-slot. I was curious. There was a lot addressed to Mieczysłav, but then one with a handwritten address to Stiles.” You shrugged, leaning against the doorframe, and crossing your arms, and while you might seem casual, at least his degree was coming in useful for something, as your body language read an entirely different reaction, insecurity and worry rolling off of you in invisible waves of tells.

He rubbed at the back of his neck with his free hand, laughing slightly. “That sounds like something I would do.”

Silence fell between you both for a second, and he couldn't help but stare, taking in every detail of your face, the way your lower lip was a little reddened, and he figured you must have been nibbling on it while working, and your hair was messy, an attempt to pin it back that seemed to have come loose and entirely ineffective, presumably from dancing, because you looked a little flushed. When you raised your brows at him a little, he realised you were waiting for him to explain himself, why he was on your doorstep, and he flushed with embarrassment shaking his head clear.

“I got your spellbooks by mistake.” He held them out, eyes widening even more, before his jaw was dropping open. “Book. Regular books. Not spell books, because that would imply magic, right? And, that’s dumb. Just regular books. I didn’t look at them, at all, not even a little bit, I promise.”

“You don’t believe in magic, then?” You took them from him, a coy smile on your lips, and you placed them down on the counter beside the door, pushing a bowl of potpourri getting pushed aside, along with your car keys and what looked like an incense burner.

“Do you?”

He was testing the water, seeing where your mind was at, and as a whistling came from your kitchen, you glanced back over to the kettle on the hob, and he thought this conversation might be about to come to an end. “Well, I think there’s always a little magic in life, even if people don’t notice it. You have to believe in magic to be able to see it. It’s like the supernatural that way.”

“And, you believe in the supernatural, huh?” He felt bad for the way he said it, because it was mocking, but he had to be sure that you weren’t messing with him, or spying on him, he had to try and find out who you were, but you only looked away as the whistling got louder, opening the door a little more and waving him inside as you walked away, and he stumbled after you and closed the door before his mind had even caught up with the movement of his feet.

Your apartment was littered with plants. The windowsills were lined with them, all brought green and blooming, even though he was sure it wasn’t the right season, and there was even a set of cactuses along a shelf near the corridor. There was a homey feel to your place, almost earthy, neutral tones and soft accents, a smell that was so calming he felt his own muscles begin to relax, and the music had changed from classic rock to some country song he was sure he’d heard in a movie somewhere but couldn't quite place it, and he followed you to the kitchen.

Rows of cookbooks and recipe folders stacked up on top of a lower cupboard, and he swallowed thickly, averting his gaze from the way your lace panties hugged your ass deliciously as you reached up for a mug, bringing back two, and pouring them both full of the herbal concoction you’d been making. On a mismatching saucer, you offered it to him, and he sniffed it carefully, but remembered his manners, mumbling a ‘thank you’, because his mother raised his right, even if he was a little suspicious of you.

“Relax, Stiles, if I was going to poison you, I wouldn’t be giving you tea made of Valerian and Lemon Balm. Do you want any honey, honey?” You grinned a little at your joke, but he shook his head, watching as you stirred a spoonful of the sticky sweetener into your own, and taking a tentative sip after blowing on the surface. It wasn’t all that bad, he had to admit, and he found his tensions slipping away a little. “It’s for relaxing, and helping with sleep.”

“It’s good.” You smiled, blowing lightly on your own, and he decided that he could busy himself by checking out your posters. An interesting arrangement, one was a band poster, the other was a chart with the phases of the moon, a third with diagrams of plants and little facts underneath, and the fourth, with symbols and drawing he didn’t quite understand. “So, you’re really embracing that whole witch thing, then?”

“Well, seeing as I am a witch, I would think it’s only appropriate.” He tried to hide his grin behind his mug, shaking his head a little, not believing that they really existed, and you didn’t miss the glint in his eyes, clearly, because there was a playful kind of offence flashing across your face. “You can’t tell me you think I’m insane, not when there’s so much of the supernatural all over you, Stiles.”

“The supernatural? Really?”

“So, you’re not the emissary to a pack of werewolves?” You challenged, his jaw dropping at the accuracy of it, and it was your turn to laugh at him. “It’s literally stitched into your aura, I sensed another supernatural the second you walked into the building.”

“I just associate with a lot of ‘em, but I’m not supernatural myself.”

“You sure about that?” He stilled, memories flashing behind his eyes of a time when he once was, and you seemed to pick up on the slightly sour mood he’d taken on, then again, he wasn’t really sure where your abilities lay, being that Scott or Derek would have simply sniffed it out on him. Your hand on his arm snapped him back to the moment, fingers squeezing lightly at his bicep. “You don’t have to talk about it.”

“There was a possibility, once, but it’s gone. There’s a dark chapter in my past, and the spark I was told I once had disappeared when I got through it.”

It went quiet again after that, your fingers slipping down from his arm to take his, and you placed your cup down, the steaming brew barely touched, but he followed suit, letting himself be pulled along as you directed him back to the living room. You were distracting him, it was an obvious ploy, but he was excited to learn, and he let the sadness of remembering his possession fade away as the thrill of new knowledge took over. “I can tell you have a lot of questions, so, what do you want to know first?”

He rubbed at his chin, settling down onto the couch at the edge of the room, finding it surprisingly comfortable, and you were busying yourself around him, a little water jug in your hand as you nurtured the abundance of houseplants you owned. “How did you know about my pack? And how much do you know about them?”

“It’s in your aura, I suppose. I can just pick up hints of different things when you’re around. The wolves are obvious, I’ve been around a lot of wolves. I also get death, and I've never met a banshee, but I assume that’s what it is. I knew you were the emissary because you’re the only magic in there, I would sense other traces on you, and there’s something else I can’t quite place.” Your face screwed up a little bit as you thought about it, nose wrinkling adorably before shrugging. “Like a werewolf, but not quite. I can’t get it.”

“She’s a werecoyote.”

You paused your pouring, turning to look at him, eyes flicking lightly around his being, before smiling slightly to yourself, and going back to your task. “Huh. Interesting.”

“Have you been a witch your whole life?”

“Since the day I was born, but I didn’t know or start practising until I was older. It just kinda’ happens, comes out of nowhere at a certain age, you start to realise you have abilities.” You had moved onto using a dropper to give little drips of water to cacti and succulents, standing on a small step stool as you did.

“Do you have to go to a school, like Harry Potter? Do you have a wand?”

You laughed at that, a genuine and hearty laugh, and you finished up your tasks, legs folding underneath yourself and you smirked a little at him as you sat down and got comfortable. “You wish, Stilinski. It’s not like that, it's more of an earthly connection than magic. It’s why my plants are so healthy. I can brew stuff, make little potions-” You motioned a hand over the jars lining the shelves on the walls, his eyes scanning over each one, picking out the neatly written titles across the fronts. “-I can cast very light spells, but it’s not the sort of thing where you can curse people, or teleport.”

“So, you can’t curse people to turn into frogs?”

“No, unfortunately not.” He was sure your giggle was the sweetest he’d ever heard, and he dared to twist himself around a little more, inching slightly closer to you across the couch. “I can do some stuff, like make your skin break out or give you a rash that won’t go away until I let it, and I can even give you headaches and such, but I don’t like to dabble in that sort of stuff. I much prefer protection charms.”

“Protection charms?” His heart skipped a little beat at the way your face lit up as you nodded, and he was intrigued, interest piqued. “I could use one of those, y’know, I’m incredibly clumsy and often get into supernatural trouble when I’m home. Hasn’t been so bad since I got here. Will you make me one?”

Your eyes left him, bottom lip nibbled between your teeth, and for a second he had worried he’d messed up, unsure on how witch spellcasting etiquette worked, but then you were moving across the room, opening up the cabinet on the other side of the room, and inside the doors and wooden frame hung what must be close to a thirty different decorative charms. Some were dreamcatchers or garlands hanging on the inside of the door, others were handcrafted little ornaments sitting on the shelves and filling them up, and your fingers were flittering over them all.

When you found what you were looking for, you lifted it out, a dream catcher that was bright and colourful and a little odd-looking, before bringing it back over to him, and presenting him with it cautiously. “You already made me one?”

“Yeah, well, I couldn’t let the cute guy from across the hall get any more injuries. I watched you fall over five times in your first week living here. You’re really clumsy.”

He felt heat rush to his cheeks, and yet he couldn't help the goofy grin that travelled across his features, not mentioning the fact that he noticed you sitting considerably closer to home when you took your seat once again. He was embarrassed for two reasons, the first being that you had noticed his innate penchant for ridiculous injuries, but more overwhelmingly, the second being that you still thought he was cute. College might have helped him bloom a little, but when he had a crush, he was still a bumbling mess, and he didn’t know quite how to respond.

He busied himself with taking in the details of the dreamcatcher. Somehow, despite this being the first real conversation that the two of you had ever had, passing and fleeting chats in the halls and elevator not counting, you had managed to capture his entire essence, he could already tell. The strings were made of wool, chunky and all different colours, a mix of yellows and blues, woven in together and tangled in strange patterns, but beautiful nonetheless, and the little accents were what made it complete.

A button that had fallen off of one of his flannels, he recognised the distinctive wooden piece, and it was woven into the design, along with a blue ribbon in the same colour of the jeep that was tied in a bow, and a wooden twig tangled in it. Dangling on more pieces of wool from the bottom was a keyring he was sure he’d lost after leaving it downstairs overnight, the Yoda on it looking cleaner than he remembered, and you must've cleaned it. There was also a black feather, and a sprig of some kind of dried herb that he didn't recognise, but enjoyed the smell anyway.

It was intricate and personal, and he felt chuffed just to know that you’d made one for him, a little security and peace washing over him to know that someone was out here looking after him, completely unmaliciously, simply because you wanted to.

“This is incredible.” You let out a breath of relief, he recognised it in the way your body slumped a little, and he placed it down carefully on the coffee table beside you both, reaching out to take your hand in his, and daring to lace your fingers together and squeeze in gratitude, and you held onto him yourself, gaze dropping down to your connected hands. In a bold move of your own, you lifted your other hand, holding onto his with both of yours, and his thumb lifted out to brush lightly over your skin. “You’re the reason I don’t get papercuts and splinters anymore.”

“And you are very welcome for that.” You teased him back, and an easy kind of harmony fell between you both, your presence being more comfortable simply having only just really begun to meet you than he ever had been with someone new. It was strange, to feel so relaxed and at home with you, the way you put his fears at ease and soothed every worry without even trying, making him feel welcome and accepted, like he’d known you for years, not just shy of an hour. “Will you tell me about your pack?”

“You really want to know?” He couldn’t mask his surprise, and you nodded, excitement gleaming in your eyes, and he felt a surge of pride swell up in his system at the idea of getting to boast about his friends completely honestly for the first time in his life. There was no threat, he wasn’t showing off their skills as a way to try and ward off a threat or intimidate someone, but he simply wanted everyone else to be as awed by them as he was, and he didn’t have to hide any supernatural secrets from you. “Shall I start at the beginning?”

“Is it a long story?”

“Very long.” He confirmed, a shy laugh leaving you, before you were shifting again.

“How about I go and make us some fresh tea, then?” You were on your feet, wandering away to the kitchen as soon as he’d offered his affirmations of the idea, and he decided to follow after you, already beginning to blather about Peter Hale.

Hours seemed to pass by, as he spoke to you, two more pots of tea being made, and you’d broken out your snack-store for him, before the two of you had ordered pizza. He’d made himself at home, too, keys and phone sitting abandoned on the table, shoes kicked off on the floor, and feet stretched out along the couch. You were sitting at the opposite end, your legs stretched out in his direction, and one of his hands was sitting on your ankle, fingers drawing patterns on the soft skin there absentmindedly as his other hand was used to gesture wildly around himself.

He told you it all, confessing right from the beginning as he encountered Derek Hale, who liked to lurk in the woods, which had made you crack up as he told you about how the man was basically now the alpha, even if Scott was officially the alpha, and he’d told you about Jackson’s kanima phase, which had made you crack up even more as you claimed he deserved it.

You’d been shocked by his homicidal English teacher, and comforted him when he spilled his heart to you over the nogitsune incident he hated to think about, accepting your hush happily, and revelling in the smell of your hair when you’d pressed in close to him, before retreating to your seat.

He told you all about the benefactor and the dread doctors, and about Allison’s death, which he still blamed himself for when he was on a low day, and you’d used your thumb to clear away the tear that had fallen from his cheek, leaving him blushing and breathless for a second when you’d pressed a light kiss to his cheekbone just after.

You had scooted closer to him and stayed there near the end of his tales, tucked under his arm, playing with his fingers over your shoulders as he rambled about how alone he’d felt while taken by the Wild Hunt, thoughts that he’d always kept locked up in his own mind, never having shared with another person before.

“You really got the short end of the ‘supernatural encounters’ stick then, huh?”

“Oh, sweetheart, that is the understatement of the century.” You lifted your head from his shoulder, your feet nudging together on the coffee table, the reindeer themed fluffy socks on your feet playing with the patchy and worn door knitted socks he’d had for years, worn to keep warm during the winter, even though your apartment was nice and toasty, the heaters running and the radiators on, and it was much cosier than his place had ever been.

The Christmas lights on a timer had come on, flickering around the place once the light had started fading, hours flashing by in the blink of an eye, a hazy glow cast over the apartment and creating a whole new range of shadows. “Do you want me to make charms for your friends?”

He watched you for a moment longer, trying to discern whether you were serious, and when he caught no gesture of ill-will, or hesitation, or hidden-motives, he smiled. “You’d do that?”

“Seems like you all need it.”

He shrugged a little, smiling when you rested your forehead against his, fingers playing together still, but feet stilling in their game of footsie. “I can’t believe I waited this long to get to know you. You’re, like, the coolest chick I’ve ever met.”

His eyes fluttered closed, he couldn't’ help it, noses bumping together as you both simply drowned in the moment, in what the moment was leading up to, where you both knew this was going but were revelling in the simple but exhilarating tension that was crackling with electricity in the millimetres of space between your lips and his. You were so close to him that he could feel it more than hear it when you whispered some words he didn’t quite understand, your breath fanning over his face in a dreamy sigh, and it took his hazed brain a second to catch up, before he was pulling back just enough to catch your eyes, one hand coming up to rest over your cheek as he turned to face you fully.

“Oh, my God. Did you just cast a spell?”

“Look up.” He was hesitant to pull back much further, but did so anyway, and he chuckled slightly as he spotted the little green plant beginning to sprout from the ceiling. Vines were still strengthening along the beam, and the leaves were beginning to form right before his eyes, white berries hanging between the green stems, and Stiles shook his head, in complete awe as he looked at it.

You were staring up to, eyes focused on the plant as it bloomed and he assumed you were concentrating on its development, but he couldn't hold back anymore, two hands on your cheeks, pulling your face back to his, and your lips barely parted to speak before his mouth was colliding with your own. A squeak left you, and he wanted to grin at being able illicit such a sound from you, but the temptation to kiss was just enough for him to contain himself. When your mind finally caught up, you were kissing him back just as eagerly, a soft sigh leaving you. “You are fucking adorable.”

The words were whispered into your mouth, he felt you shake with a soft laugh under his hold, before you were holding onto him just as tightly in return. One of your hands wrapped around his wrists, the other sliding over his bicep to his shoulder, before slipping down underneath, and smoothing over the front of his chest. He puffed out a little under your touch, pulling away for a quick breath, groaning slightly at the way your nails dug into his skin as he did, and then, he was diving right back into you.

Your hand slipped down to rest over his heart, the organ thudding under your hand, and he felt like it was going to burst right out of his chest, but as he pressed a little further into you, a shock like an electrocution was racing right through his body, a kind of jolt that was thoroughly exhilarating, and he pulled away, eyes wide as he stared at you.

You looked just as shocked as he expected he did too, his hands dropped down as he watched sparks and electricity crackle between your fingers and his, your brows raising at him. “Thought you said you had no magic left after.. y’know..”

He couldn’t drag his eyes away from it, your fingers weaving with his, a loud snapping sounding as a particularly bright flare went off, and he flinched a little, jaw dropping and a whine slipping from him as you contained it all the sight disappeared before his eyes. “So, there really are sparks flying between us, huh?”

He regretted the words the moment he’d said them, expecting to see on your face the same kind he’d always gotten from Malia or Lydia when he made those kinds of cheesy puns that only he enjoyed, even Scott daring to fix him with a bored or blank look, and Derek would simply glare, but much to his surprise, you laughed. It was fond, with a roll of your eyes and a huff to preempt it, but you laughed nonetheless, and he felt himself somehow manage to brighten even further. “That was cheesy.”

“I know.” He beamed, shifting a little, hands sinking down to your hips to pull you closer to himself as he settled back into the couch, and your hand pressed to the cushions beside his head, the other one coming up to weave into his hair lightly.

“I loved it. I am quite a fan of puns.”

“That’s good, because I usually have a lot of them.” He leaned up, daring himself to be bold enough to close that gap once again, and he could feel your lashes tickling his cheeks as you nuzzled into him a little more. “If I kiss you again, will those sparks happen this time, too?”

“If I stop controlling it, they will.”

“Stop controlling it, sweetheart.” He felt you move to nod your affirmations, but dipped his head in time, proud of his own reflexes as he caught your lips, feeling the hand in his hair tighten, and he was so glad he’d decided to grow it out all those years ago, because right now, he was losing all sense of himself in the way your nails would scratch across his scalp, or the delicious burning that flared over his skin for a split second when you pulled on his hair, before you were rubbing it softly, fingers working in tandem timing with your lips, teasing over his own.

That same feeling took up, a sparking that felt like fireworks, like energy surging through him, escaping at his fingertips in every place that he touched you, one palm smoothing along your back to somewhere that was definitely too lose to be respectable, as the other held onto your cheek still. You were taking control, your tongue darting out to trace over his lower lip, bribing him to part them but he needed no convincing, letting your tongue meet his own only a second after you’d made the request, equally breathy and needy noises escaping you both at the slow and wet drag of the muscles over one another.

His lungs were burning, lips beginning to sting as his assault on your mouth continued, his neck straining to hold this angle, and yet the more you kissed him, the more that the hazy feeling of getting to be with you like this raced through his body was the more he became addicted to needing more, chasing a high that he didn’t even know he wanted until now, like an addict finding his next hit.

You seemed to pick up on it all, as though you’d read all of his thoughts, because the second he’d had the lingering thoughts, you were settling yourself across his lap, a leg on either side of his own as you seated yourself down, and he couldn't help the way his hips bucked up a little to meet you, or the way his hand slid down fully to rest on your ass.

After all, as much as he’d gone through the make him grow up emotionally, physically he was still a horny-teen college boy, and you were one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, sitting half-naked in his lap and sucking on his lower lap while doing something with your tongue that was making him feel like he couldn't even breathe properly for how aroused he was.

Maybe you could feel the growing erection underneath of you, maybe you couldn't, but he’d stopped caring about being embarrassed around you about three hours ago when he’d had to tell you all about the time he’d once dropped a condom in Coach’s class in front of the entire classroom, and you’d laughed so much your face had gone red and you’d hidden it form him by pressing into his shoulder.

You were something he felt like he was dreaming up, like any moment now he’d wake up in a small puddle of his own drool with his face pressed into the desk of his lecture hall, the lights turned out and another note left by his kind professor to get more sleep at home, and to lock up when he left, before you were giggling a little at him, pulling away and stealing a few more pecks as you did, and he wondered if you really could read his mind, heat flushing his cheeks.

“Are you reading my mind or something?”

He felt stupid even as he mumbled te words, especially when it only seemed to heighten your entertainment, but you shook your head. “I can’t read your mind, I can just kinda’ sense your mood, I guess. It’s the connection, you were clearly thinking something funny, and I don’t know what it was, but I got a sudden rush of amusement.”

“That’s pretty fucking incredible.” He whispered, letting you peck his mouth a few more times, simply sitting there with puckered lips as he tried not to smile too much, before he was tucking hair away behind your ears and finally you were opening your eyes, and at this point, he really should learn to stop being surprised by new developments with you. “Holy shit, your eyes are glowing!”

“So are yours.” You winked, the bright purple being a shade that was so captivating and beautiful on you that he couldn’t look away, even when you leaned away from him to grab his phone, raising it up to snap a picture for him, and forcing his gaze down to it. Much like you’d said, his eyes were beginning to hint in with a faint purple, the neon shading beginning to drip into his irises and take over from the usual golden-brown that resided there. “You never made out with another witch before?”

He pinched at your ass for your cheeky comment, taking his phone and throwing it away to the side, grinning when you yelped at his painless attack. “I didn’t even know witches really existed before today. Besides, what makes you think I'm one? I had a spark once, but as I said, that died out. Nothing truly magical.”

“I don’t know, you’re having a pretty strong connection with me right now, aren’t you?” Your arms looped around his neck, snuggling in a little closer to him, and he bit back a groan as you shuffled in his lap. “I think you’re underestimating yourself, you just don’t know how to tap into your magic, you have to believe in it to see it.”

“You really think so?”

He was vulnerable and he knew it showed, he’d gone his entire life being unsure as to where all his energy and twitching came from, as to why he’d always felt a draw to the earth; the preserve and the woods, and justice and balance, and why he’d somehow fit into a supernatural world with far more elegance and ease than he ever had the normal one, and maybe this was the explanation. “I really do, Stiles.”

“Will you teach me?”

“I would love to.” He pressed a kiss to your jaw, and then to the spot below your ear, before flicking his tongue out a little to drag over the sensitive patch that lay there, before moving down your neck. He didn’t want to mark you without your consent, he wasn’t sure what was going to come of all of this and where it would go, but he was more than happy to lick and bite lightly at your skin, finding the sweet spot that made your hips roll down into his own and a sound of need and desperation to leave you that was like music to his ears, before his hips were bucking up to meet you once again.

“Y’know when you said that you could feel what I was feeling?”

“Uh-huh?” You were distracted, your reply seeming somewhat faded and distant, and he chuckled lightly, before making his way back up to your mouth now that you’d both had a chance to catch your breaths once again.

“Does that mean everything?”

“Are you asking if I know just how much you want to fuck me right now? Because yes, I do know.” He choked a little on his breath, your hand in his hair pulling his head back so that you could meet his gaze, your lower lip held between you teeth, flesh going a darker pink, and he longed to be the one biting that lip for you. “Trust me, the sentiment is returned.”

“It is?”

“Oh, yeah.” He wasn’t used to women being so confident with wanting him, being so unashamed of it, or of even wanting him at all. Most of his hook-ups had been slightly drunk make-outs and sloppy grinding, or booty calls and meetings in closets at parties. He got more action than he ever did in high school, he’d finally grown into his limbs and his looks, but that didn’t take away the surprise that still happened every time someone as pretty as you even offered him the time of day.

“Like, right here? Right now?”

“Been thinking about how much I want to ride you on my couch for like an hour and a half, now.” Stiles couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled up in his throat, lips parting as you ran a finger over his swollen lips, a cheeky glint flashing over purple eyes as you looked at him.

“You might just be perfect for me.”

“I like the sound of that.”

A toothy smile was offered to you, before he was pulling you back in towards him, hands slipping down to lay resting on your thighs as soon as your lips had found his once again. The heat seemed to have passed, and while the kiss was still completely intoxicating, there was something a little more tender about it, too. It wasn’t nearly as rushed and frantic, the sloppy kisses you’d shared as you learned one another’s ticks had passed, and as your lips worked slowly with his own, Stiles found that he much preferred this kind of kiss.

This was the kind of kiss that he could picture himself sharing with you in many settings. A sleepy, early morning kiss, when you were still between the land of consciousness and the realm of unconsciousness. Or, late nights, when he’d fall asleep while studying, and he would let you drag him to his feet and to bed. Or, simply when he would finish a lecture, or get you coffee, or meet you for dinner. The point was, Stiles already knew he wanted to kiss you at all times of the day, and to hold onto you, and to watch you brew little spells at the stove while holding onto you from behind.

Your lips were wet when you pulled away, eyes sparkling as you looked at him, a bright shade of royal purple, like silk and rich violet on flower petals, and you looked utterly ethereal. “Do you have any idea just how beautiful you are?”

“You’re sweet-talking me.” You teased, bumping the tip of your nose against his, and he shook his head.

“No, I’m not, I’m just being honest with you. I’ve been into you for a long time, even if I didn’t quite have my mind in the right place to actually say it.” You huffed out a little laugh, your eyes averting from his own so that you could try and hide your bashful little expression, but he didn’t miss it.

“Well, I’ve been admiring you a little, too. I should’ve had my deliveries sent to you sooner, if I knew it was going to end like this.” As if to punctuate your words, you rolled your hips down into his, reminding him of the solid erection pressing into his jeans, his fingers digging a little firmer into your skin, and he pushed your shirt up higher, the soft cotton of your panties revealed to him.

“These are just fucking sinful. Do you normally wander around your house in underwear and band-tees?” He tugged at it a little, before daring to tuck his hand underneath the fabric, trailing up, and a poorly-concealed groan left him as he found no further obstructions, fingers closing over one of your breasts, squeezing lightly as he palmed at your chest. “Well, clearly not all of your underwear.”

“I tend to, I keep it warm in here, for all the plants.” Your back arched up into his hand, one of your own closing over his outside of your shirt, as your other held onto his shoulder, fingers leaving crescent-moon shaped marks he was sure, and the rocking of your hips into his own only seemed to increase.

“I’d love to see you in one of my flannels sometime, just like this.”

“Give me your shirt and you’ll see it sooner than you think.” You teased, his brows raising, before he was pulling his hands back just long enough to lean into you, stripping the garment off as best as he could, leaving him in a thin black t-shirt as you took the item from him. He wanted to whine out as you stood up, choosing instead to replace the pressure of your core over his with his hand instead, palming at his cock through the thick denim, and you grinned as you watched him, yet he didn’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed.

You stood before him, draping his shirt across his spread knees as he slumped further into the cushions, getting himself comfortable and popping the button on his jeans, swollen lower lip being nibbled as you played with the hem of your shirt. Your hips were swinging to the beat of the song, and then, you raised the garment up and over your head, letting it drop away to the carpet, his jaw dropping as he looked at you.

You picked up his flannel, pulling it up your arms, and leaving it open at the front, just barely covering your tits. You were an angel and also the devil, tempting him to do so many wrong things. Stretching his hands out toward you, he beckoned you back into his lap, an act you were more than happy to take as you bounded over to him, a pep on your few short steps, before you were settling back into his lap.

“Perfect.”

He let his hands find the flaps of the flannel, pulling it open wide enough to be able to admire your tits fully, letting you push your hair back away from your shoulders for his unobstructed view. Sealing one hand around your waist, he dragged you up closer, until you were almost pressed to him fully, before dipping his head down. His tongue dragged over a hardened nipple, taking the taut peak into his mouth and sucking harshly, as your hand wound into his hair. You tugged, roughly, a groan that vibrated along your entire body leaving him and making you shiver, and you made the prettiest little noises above him.

He switches sides, making sure to give the other half of your chest that same kind of attention, leaving wet marks and stinging watches along your skin that would become bright purple marks in the morning to match the colour of your eyes, and he just hoped you kept him around long enough to see them when they did become beautiful and prominent. He wanted to see his good work, he wanted to see the way he got to mark you up and leave his touch all over your body.

“Stiles..”

“I do love how you sound moaning my name, princess, but I’m not sure how much longer I can last when you're making noises like that and grinding yourself all over my cock like this.” You grinned, letting him kiss his way back up your chest and throat until he was taking your lips with his own. Your hands were moving down, tugging at his zipper as far as it would go, hid hips bucking up into his hand as he felt you drag a nail along his covered erection, breathy sounds between you both when you pulled away.

He only had to lift himself up for a moment, before you were tugging at his jeans, helping him to get them just far enough down his thighs for his boxers to be able to follow. His cock was throbbing, painfully hard and desperate for you, leaking precum along his skin, and he gave himself some form of relief. You were watching him, eyes wide as he pumped his length in one hand, the other dipping under your skirt rubbing over your core, and you bundled up your shirt for him.

“Y’know, all those times I thought about us, a quick fuck on your couch wasn’t how I had wanted our first time to be, but then again, I didn’t expect the cute chick across the hall to be a witch, wither, so..”

He used his thumb to drag your panties to the side, your sodden folds revealed to him, and he slipped two fingers into your dripping core with ease. “I’ll let you take it slow next time, I swear, but right now, I’d really like it if you’d fuck me.”

He could only nod, heart skipping a beat at the promise of another time. Your legs shifted, muscles clenching as he forced himself to take his touch away from your core and bringing his fingers up to his mouth, sucking your sweet essence from the thin digits. As you leaned over him, he was sure to line himself up, and then, you were sinking down onto him, your forehead flailing to his as your mouth fell open, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“You’re so fucking big.”

“You’re so fucking tight.” He whispered the words, a little breathless and hanging on the edge of his orgasm already, and you seemed just as close, because as you finally sank all the way down and settled into his lap again, he could feel every pulse within your walls as you hugged around him.

It took him a moment, staving off his climax so that he didn’t come just from getting to feel you like this, and you looped your arms around his neck gently to find your purchase. Your nails were scratching lightly at the hairs at the base of his neck, his flannel once again flapping around you, panties pushed to the side to let him have access to your centre, and it was deliciously filthy.

Once you were settled, you circled your hips, a test movement, pleasure spiking in both of your systems and it felt like the temperature in the room was shooting upwards. Stiles could already feel sweat beginning to bead along his skin in a thin layer, and you pressed yourself in closer to him. Each time you shifted your hips you were moving a little more, every rock of your body into his, you were pulling yourself up just a little higher to be able to drop yourself back down onto his cock, stretching and squeezing around him.

You felt like velvet, slick and warm as you sheathed around him. You were precise and deliberate, and he couldn't help the wonton sounds that were leaving you with every drop down onto his cock, before you were taking him up to see stars every time, leaving the both of you resting in the clouds. Panted breaths, a scream in the back of your throat that tried to break out each time as you gave him broken moans of his name, picking up your pace further and further each time.

Once you were stable above him, you were moving with purpose, fast and quick as you rode him, gaining more confidence each time, and he was gripping you so tightly that there would be fingerprints all over your hips in the morning. He helped you go, lifting you up each time, only to pull you back down into his lap, thrusting up with a weak effort to meet you, but feeling you go wild each time. That same energy was back, crackling with more force, surging through him like nothing he had ever felt.

Stiles was in college, he was away from home and the weight of being the Sheriff’s kid for the first time, and he had experimented. He’d gotten drunk, and high, and hungover, but this was a whole new kind of thrill; it was like lighting up with fireworks and adrenaline all at once, like creating a bond with another person, and a tingling spread throughout his entire body as your magic bonded with his own. He hadn't felt this kind of singing in his blood since the day he’d managed to finish the circle with the mountain ash back when he was only sixteen, or breaking through the wild hunt barrier at almost eighteen.

These kind of thrills were rare for him, but they’d never been this strong, and as the two of you moved as one in the most intimate way that two people could, your mouth coming up to claim his as you silenced yourself and him, growing louder and more desperate as you went, he felt that final high beginning to build.

“‘M so close, honey.” His voice had taken on that same kind of scratchy rasp that he had in the mornings before he even broke into his day, “Oh, God, keep goin’.”

He knew his words were beginning to grow slurred, and he could barely buck his hips up into you. As everything within his body began to light up, he felt like all of his muscles were going lifeless, his body going boneless, because the heat was consuming him. He couldn't hold it back, he’d been waiting for so long to feel you this way, and his lips could barely even move back against your own as he went slack-jawed, exploding within your tight heat.

The send that he was shooting over the edge, you were following right after him, crying out his name into his mouth as you kept going against him, until you couldn't clumping down into his body as you trembled, and Stiles felt as though you’d milked absolutely everything from him that he had to offer. There was a crackling along his skin from everywhere that your fingertips smoothed over, sliding down from his shoulders so that you could press your cheek to the spot instead, fanning breaths rushing over his neck as you tried to catch your breath, racing heart just like his was.

You didn’t even bother to move from him, letting him throb within your walls with each flutter you made and each shift, and if you kept it up, he was sure he’d be ready for a second round, but he wasn’t entirely sure that he had that in him. Resting his head back against the edge of the couch, he let you lift yourself up and off of him finally, your legs shaking as you stood, offering him a weak smile as he took in your through fucked out state, before taking wobbly steps away from him, and disappearing down the hall.

He heard a door close, assuming you’d gone to the bathroom, and he leaned over to the coffee table to snatch up a few tissues, to clean himself up with, before sorting himself out too. He did the bare minimum, not even bothering to do up his jeans once he had them pulled back up, but he stretched out along the length of the couch to lay down, an arm popped under his head, and a little laugh on his lips as he did.

He took a moment to glance around, not missing the way that the plants all seemed to be blooming particularly beautifully, seeming more alive than ever. As he lifted up a hand before his face, rubbing his forefinger and thumb together, a spark travelled between the tips, and he felt a little in awe just at the sight of it.

“It's pretty incredible, right?”

He startled, jumping a little, before turning to look at you and propping himself up on his elbows as you lingered in the doorway. You had changed, your hair pulled back and out of your face, missing a few odd strands and you’d buttoned up his flannel along your body, mismatched and hanging unevenly, but still adorable. You took slower steps over to him, waiting for a second as you stood beside him, before he was lifting his arms and making it clear to you that you could lay with him, a smile gracing both of your faces as you flattened yourself along him, cheek pressed over his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“You like feeling your magic, then?”

He lifted his palm, holding it to yours and admiring the final dying flares he saw, as the energy began to dissipate and absorb into his body and yours fully. “I’m not used to feeling special myself. I’ve always been a behind the scenes, research, kinda’ guy. I’m not used to being one of the main players.”

“Oh, hush. You told me your story, you were most definitely a key player, Stiles.” He shrugged under you, letting you cross your arms over his chest and prop your chin on them.

“Yeah, but I never really felt that way, and now I feel like I have something to offer.”

You leaned in, brushing your lips over his jaw with a sweet kiss, and he felt like he could most definitely get used to this feeling. Can I meet them?”

“My pack?”

You nodded, seeming a little shy now, and joy raced through him at the fact that you saw enough of a future with him to want to meet his friends an get to know them, and to once again be able to be completely open and honest with everyone, never having to hide anything from anyone, and being able to let you fully and wholly into his life. It was a surprise, because the more he’d thought about his future late at night when lying alone in his bed, he was so sure he’d never be able to really settle down, because he could never let someone in on his life in every single way, but with you, that wasn’t a problem.

“I would absolutely love that.”

“Really?” You were studying him carefully, trying to ensure that he was telling the truth, and he gave you the most honey look that he possibly could, before lifting his head to meet your lips as he leaned in.

Soft and delicate, like a kiss that was shared between deep romance and longtime lovers, and he rested a hand on your cheek, holding you to him, and rolling you to the side, to sandwich you between the couch and his body Your thigh came up to rest over his legs, his palm slipping from your face to rest on your leg, drawing patterns on the skin until you pulled away to breathe, lips detaching from his as you whined a little. You stayed close, though, a soft look etched onto your features;

“I just want to meet a few more supernatural people, and get to know others who I don’t have to hide from.”

“Well, you definitely don’t have to hide from them, and you’ll love them, just as much as they’ll love you. We’re a pretty odd group, you’ll fit right in.”

“You’re right about that ‘odd bunch’ thing. I’ve never met a banshee, or a - what did you call it? - werecoyote.” That was an undeniable truth, your head coming back down to rest on his chest as he shrugged, unable to deny that you were right. “Your wolves sound nice, too. All the other wolves I’ve met have been overly territorial and closed off.”

“Well, Derek used to be like that, but we’ve pulled him around a little. He is still broody, though.” You laughed at his joke, a sound that made his heart burst open slightly and bleed with affection, all for you, as you continued to take more and more pieces of his heart with every act, and he was falling in love with you faster than he’d ever known was possible. “Don’t take notice of any of his lurking, by the way, it’s his twisted way of showing concern and care.”

“I’ll remember that, and if I ever catch him hiding behind a tree, I’ll know that it’s real friendship.”

“He does that, I’m serious, don’t underestimate him. I think my dad arrested him for stalking, once.”

“I think your dad would be who I am most scared to meet.” A fond tone in your voice, before he was pressing a kiss to your forehead, humming under his breath.

“He’ll love you the most, don’t worry.”

Silence fell between you both then, and he busied himself with tracing illegible drawings into your skin, simply enjoying feeling so close to you. It was irrationally domestic, and you were the final piece in his college life and college experience that was missing. Despite not being a wolf, he was unequivocally part of a wolf pack, and being surrounded so closely by such a tight-knit group of friends for those years had made him dependent on company and reliability, and he had been feeling so alone since leaving for college.

Scott had Malia, Lydia had rekindled things with Jordan, and even Derek had been (begrudgingly, to begin) hooked up with a deputy by his father, and they’d been on a few dates.

The last time he’d been home, he’d felt like a fifth, seventh, or was it ninth wheel, when Liam and Hayden were taken into account? He had been feeling awfully lonely lately, and he was glad to finally find someone that fit him perfectly, matching him like a glove.

“When I do introduce you to my friends, my pack, y’know, and my dad..”

You lifted your head, a little crease across your cheek from the fold in his shirt, and he rubbed the spot with his thumb gently, an attempt to remove the mark. “Yeah?”

“What should I introduce you as?”

“A witch.” You deadpanned, and he knew immediately that you’d clearly know exactly what he meant, but were playing with him, and he pouted, fixing you with a mock glare, before you were laughing to yourself over your joke, something so undeniably cute that he couldn't even pretend to be mad about it. “What do you want to introduce me as?”

Nudging your jaw a little with his, he puckered his lips, tempting you down to kiss him, and you were more than happy to press a series of sweet and short kisses to his lips. “I’d really like to formally claim you to be my girlfriend?”

He mumbled the words into your mouth, feeling your lips flick up at the edges in a smile as you gave him a kiss that was a little more firm, a little more loving and powerful, before whispering your reply; “Then we’re on the same page, because I’d like to introduce you to my coven back home as my boyfriend.”

“You have a coven?” He pulled back, a gasp of shock, and you giggled at him.

“That I do. Maybe I should tell you about them?”

“You absolutely should.” He insisted, his craving for knowledge taking over, and he couldn't have been more glad to whatever deity was watching over benevolently that he’d taken the choice to stay the first time knowledge had been offered, because it had led him to where he was now.

“It might take all night, maybe you should go and get a change of clothes. Get comfortable.”

“Is that an invitation to stay the night?” You only nodded, letting him roll you back over onto your back as he kissed at your neck. “I’ll buy you take out if you cuddle me later?”

“Cuddling and dinner? Glad I get to call you my boyfriend, now.”

“Not nearly as glad as I am to call you my girlfriend. My little witch.” His lips sealed over yours, silencing your laughs against his mouth as you teased him for the nickname, and he pinched a little at your sides. The mistletoe overhead grew a little more, a few of the berries dropping away and bouncing off of his back as the plant became bolder, just like the rest, that energy beginning to grow once again, as you got lost in each other’s touch.

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