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𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐈 ✶ Teen Wolf Rewrite

Stiles Stilinski / Original Female Character

TW | S2

chapter three

summary; as if the last month and a half hadn't been stressful enough — now there were a few more werewolves, a kanima, and a seriously disturbed old man added into the mix. but amber, stiles, and scott could totally handle this. it would be fine. everything was great.

word count; 18,731

warnings; explicit sexual content, horny teenagers, first time sexual experiences, a heavy handed dose of Stiles' birth-name

chapter notes; lydia is struggling with visions of peter hale. erica reyes makes a memorable appearance. stiles and amber have their first date – among other firsts.

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c h a p t e r t h r e e

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Even though they only took part in it once a week, it was Amber's personal opinion that Physical Education was single-handedly the best of their weekly elective classes. Not only was it slotted into the first class period of the day, meaning they didn't have to sit through a sleep-inducing English lecture at eight in the morning, but it also meant that she was given the opportunity to watch Stiles get enticingly sweaty, up close and personal, for forty-five blissful minutes.

This Friday was, unfortunately, one of the less sweat inducing activities. Coach Finstock was timing each of them as they climbed the rock wall in pairs of two, jotting down their times on his clipboard as they all slowly took their turns.

Scott and Allison were currently hooked up to the wall, clearly bantering back and forth with flirty smiles as they climbed the tall structure at the far side of the gymnasium.

Stiles had his arms wrapped around Amber's stomach as he watched from his spot behind her, chin propped on her shoulder as he slouched over her body. He glanced at the side of her face and his next exhale puffed out loudly over her ear, causing her to flinch and tilt her head away from the noise.

"You're annoying." She laughed, blindly reaching up to push his face away gently with her hand.

He only tightened his arms around her waist and laughed, turning to dig his face into the crook of her neck in retaliation. She brought a hand up to rub over the short soft hair on top of his head as she watched Scott lose his grip on the rock wall and fall back toward the ground slowly with the protection of his harness.

Allison was looking down at Scott with a satisfied grin and Amber laughed along with most of the other students as Scott landed softly on his back on the cushioned floor mat.

Coach squatted down beside him, also laughing at Scott's misfortune, "McCall. I don't know why, but your pain gives me a special kinda joy." He chuckled again before standing up and looking at the students grouped in front of him. "Alright! Next two." Coach's eyes raked over the group as he chose his victims carefully, "Stilinski! Daehler!"

Amber was released as Stiles stepped up to the wall while Allison repelled back down. He took Allison's place in the harness as Matt Daehler hooked himself into Scott's. The boys readied themselves to climb and Coach prepared his timer, clicking at the buttons to reset the device.

"Woo! Go Matt!" Amber cheered encouragingly.

Stiles turned to scowl at her playfully in response to her taunts and she grinned wide. She was still smiling when Matt turned to face her as well and she gave him a friendly thumbs up just as Coach blew on his whistle loudly in indication for them to go.

Scott returned to stand beside her and he bumped her shoulder with his as Matt and Stiles started their ascent.

"That wasn't very nice." Scott laughed before cheering for their friend himself, "C'mon Stiles!"

The two boys both climbed quickly, hands and feet moving along the holds in a fast pace as they raced upward. Stiles managed to reach the top just a few seconds before Matt did and they both repelled back down as soon as they tapped in at the top of the wall.

"Alright, last up! Amber! Erica!" Coach Finstock yelled out next.

Amber jumped, not realizing they were already at the final two climbers, and she stepped up to take Stiles' harness from him with a grin.

"I'm not sure if you saw that but I totally made it to the top in like fifteen seconds." He boasted quietly, unnecessarily helping Amber tighten the straps on the harness around her waist.

"Oh, did you?" She asked airily, looking up from the harness as she took another step toward the wall, "I guess I must've missed that."

"Yeah, okay." Stiles said as he backed away, "Try not to fall on your cute little ass, alright?"

She snorted as she spun to face the wall and readied herself, peeking over at the girl beside her. Erica was frowning at the wall with worried eyes and Amber reached out to nudge her arm softly.

"Hey, you got this." Amber encouraged quietly.

Erica smiled tightly and nodded at her before looking up at the wall again just as Coach blew the whistle.

Amber took a breath and began to climb, finding a good handhold before she pulled herself up and stepped higher. She cycled through the motions in quick repetition until she reached the top of the wall and slapped her hand down against the ledge to mark her finish before quickly repelling back down to the ground.

When her feet touched down on the mats, she peered up to see where Erica was but found the blonde at a standstill only halfway up the wall.

"You can do it Erica." Amber called up gently.

The blonde was beginning to suck in loud wheezing breaths, still not making any moves to climb any further up the wall. Amber frowned worriedly and took a small step toward where the other girl's harness was set up on the wall.

"Erica!" Amber called up again, "Are you okay?"

Erica's breathing picked up into something harsher and Amber could hear her gasping breaths as she began to cry quietly.

Coach came up to stand behind Amber and yelled up toward the other girl as well, "Erica!" He shouted, "You dizzy? Is it vertigo?"

"Vertigo is a function of the vestibular system of the inner ear," Lydia's voice supplied suddenly from behind them, "She's just freaking out."

"Erica!" Coach shouted up at her again.

"I'm fine." Erica finally called back down weakly.

Amber stepped back up to the wall and began to climb up the center to get as close as she could to the place where Erica had stopped as conversation continued below them.

"Coach, maybe it's not safe," Allison said, "Y'know she's epileptic."

"Why doesn't anybody tell me these things?" Coach asked rhetorically as Amber finally reached the other girl halfway up the wall.

"Hey. You okay?" Amber asked her quietly.

"Yeah," Erica said unconvincingly, "I just- I can't do it."

"That's okay," Amber said quickly, "Let's just go back down-"

"I can't do that either." Erica shook her head frantically.

"Sure you can," Amber countered gently, "Seriously the harness won't let you fall, alright?"

"I'm scared." Erica whispered, pinching her eyes shut tight in embarrassment.

"Gimme your hand," Amber reached out toward the other girl and Erica's hands tightened on the holds of the wall, "Erica, I promise you won't fall down. Just take my hand and we'll go back down slowly. Together."

Erica's hand released and regripped the hold a few times shakily before she finally reached out the couple of inches that Amber's arm couldn't cover. The girl's grip tightened around Amber's hand anxiously at having lost one of her supports to the wall.

"Good. Now just, lean back a little bit and push off. Let the harness hold your weight and ropes will take us back down nice and slow. I promise." Amber assured her softly.

Erica nodded and pinched her eyes shut again as she pushed her feet off of the wall and they sank back down toward the floor in just a couple of short seconds. The moment their feet touched down, Erica dropped Amber's hand and began to pull off her harness.

"Shake it off." Coach told Erica as she dropped the harness to the ground at her feet, "You're fine."

"Hey, Erica-" Amber called out as she watched the other girl push through their classmates to head to the locker room.

Amber pulled at her own harness and her fingers fumbled with the straps as she tried to loosen them. She looked up and her eyes caught on Stiles standing a few feet away.

"Stiles! Would you help-" She called out in frustration, pulling at one of the buckles angrily. His hands were suddenly there with hers, undoing the harness easily, "-me."

"Better?" He asked with a soft smile.

"Yes. Thank you." She sighed in relief, taking his outstretched hand and stepping away from the wall.

"Yeah, don't mention it." He said before pausing, "I mean, I wouldn't stop you if you wanted really to thank me.. With, I dunno, a kiss or-"

She fisted her hand in the front of his tacky graphic tee and pulled his lips down against hers in a quick kiss before releasing him.

"Is that thanks enough?" She questioned, raising her eyebrows.

"Hm," Stiles hummed noncommittally, "I don't-"

She shoved his chest and shook her head, "Well it's all you're getting, so tough luck." She told him with a small laugh, stepping away to head toward the girl's locker room with Lydia and Allison.

Stiles threw his arm around Scott's shoulders as Amber and Allison walked to the other side of the gymnasium with Lydia to get changed before classes.

"Hate to see 'em leave but love to watch 'em go, am I right, Scott?" Stiles asked, shaking his friend's shoulder in his grip good-naturedly.

"Yeah," Scott shook his head with a reluctant laugh, "Sure thing, dude."

"Hey, what's with you?" Stiles questioned as they made their own way to the locker rooms, "You should be happy. I mean, just think, in ten short hours, we'll be on a double date with, like, the girls of our dreams-"

"Yeah, about that.." Scott started as they pushed open the door and stepped into the all encompassing stench of the boy's locker room, his voice cutting out at the sound of a sharp whistle.

"Listen up!" Coach Finstock's voice suddenly boomed as the room filled with students, "Anybody sees Isaac Lahey, you immediately tell the principal, get a teacher, or you call me." He looked at the cluster of boys in front of him and frowned when his eyes caught on a boy at the back of the group, "Except for you, Greenberg. Don't call me for anything. I'm not kidding. You shouldn't even have my number."

"Isaac.." Scott said as they moved toward their lockers.

"It's Derek's problem now." Stiles told him with a shrug.

They turned the corner at the back of the room into their row of lockers and Scott sighed, "Like I was saying.. I just, I dunno if tonight's such a good idea, man."

Stiles stared at his friend incredulously, eye nearly twitching in disbelief as he moved to pull his shirt over his head, "What do you mean 'tonight's not a good idea'?"

Scott pulled his locker open with a frown, "I don't know.. That thing me and Allison saw on Wednesday night, Isaac missing, Allison's grandfather, all this stuff happening with Derek.. I just- It doesn't feel right."

Stiles pulled on a clean shirt and looked at his best friend in disbelief, slamming Scott's locker closed to look at his face directly.

"No." Stiles told him vehemently, "You're not backing out. You wanna know why?" He asked, not waiting for an answer before he barreled on, "Because you and Allison are obviously having quite a good time together, and you know who else wants to have a good time?" He questioned, continuing without taking a breath, "Stiles! Stiles wants to have a good time! Many, many times. Several times.. In a row.. In several different positions- I-" His jaw clenched at Scott's unfocused gaze, "Are you even paying attention?"

Scott lifted his arm between them and they both looked down at the noticeable tremble in his shaking hands.

"What is that?" Stiles questioned in exasperation, gesturing to his friend's outstretched hand. Scott suddenly jumped into action and took off back toward the gym, "Wh- Scott! Wait up!"

Stiles ran after him, joining a small cluster of girls who were worriedly tumbling out of the locker room down the hall and rushing in the same direction. Amber was at the front of the group and Stiles nudged her shoulder as he caught up to run beside her.

"What's going on?" He asked as they rounded the corner.

"I think Erica went by herself to finish climbing the wall-" Her frantic words cut off when she froze with wide eyes.

They had stepped into the gym just as the blonde girl fell back through the air from her spot halfway up the climbing wall, with no harness to slow her descent. Amber's fingers gripped Stiles' arm tight in panic but Scott managed to run underneath Erica just in time to catch her in his arms.

The group of girls and Stiles all rushed forward again, he and Amber kneeling down in a quick motion. Erica's body was twitching and writhing as she seized and Scott released her down onto the floor gently, looking up at his friends with wide unsure eyes.

"Put her on her side!" Allison told Scott quickly.

Scott did as he was told and Amber reached out to gently brush some of Erica's wild hair back from her face.

"How did you know?" Amber asked Scott quietly, "I- I noticed she wasn't in the locker room anymore but you-"

"I just felt it." Scott explained, confused by the situation himself, his hand clenched in Erica's tight grip against her chest.

Amber sat back on her heels and exhaled a shaky sigh, her arm pressing into Stiles as she settled back.

It was only then that Stiles took in her appearance. She had pulled her hair from the loose ponytail she'd been wearing during class, her light ashy hair falling softly over her shoulders. Clearly having been in the process of getting changed when she noticed Erica's absence, she was now wearing only her tiny sports bra over her gym shorts. He found himself swallowing thickly as his eyes were pulled to the roundness of her breasts in the tight fabric.

"Can somebody go get Coach?" She called out to the students who were still standing, huddled behind the scene, "She's gonna need to go to the hospital."

Stiles' eyes snapped back up to her face just as she turned to look at him and he blinked at her silently for a few seconds, unsure if she'd caught him staring. He relaxed after a moment passed and her lips only proceeded to pull up to give him a small smile.

He dropped his arm around her shoulders and curled it around her neck, pulling her against him to press his lips to her temple softly. Something in his stomach flipped when she leaned into his embrace and settled a hand on his thigh over his track pants.

Eight o'clock couldn't come fast enough.

Amber made her way down the hallway between morning classes, her shoulder bumping against Lydia's as they discussed their plans for Saturday night. Amber's mouth was just opening to say something when she was suddenly pushed half a step to the side as Jackson shoved his way between the two girls.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He demanded angrily, wrapping a hand around Lydia's arm in a tight grip as he pulled her around the corner and crowded her back against the wall.

"What?" Lydia questioned in a gasp.

Amber caught up with them in only a few steps and pried Jackson's hand away with her fingers, jaw clenching angrily as she shoved his arm away from Lydia.

"Show it to me." Jackson demanded vaguely, reaching out again, this time toward the hem of Lydia's dress, "Show it to me. Come on-"

"Jackson, back the hell off." Amber snapped, shoving him back again.

"Are you out of your mind?" Lydia asked the boy, eyes wide.

"Nothing happened to you," Jackson stated, looking the redhead up and down slowly, "It's like- It's like you- You're immune."

Amber's eyes widened a fraction as she finally realized what the boy was talking about.

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about." Lydia told him in a whisper.

He stepped forward to push Lydia back against the wall again and Amber jabbed him with her elbow to shove him away from her friend with a deadly glare.

"It's you," He told Lydia, doing an excellent job of ignoring Amber's presence entirely, "Whatever it is.. Blood, saliva.. Whatever soul killing substance is running through your veins. You did this to me." He hissed angrily.

Amber grabbed his arm in a tight grip and yanked him several steps away, "Jackson I swear to god if you touch her again-"

"You ruined it for me." He snapped at the redhead over Amber's shoulder as he was pushed backwards, "You ruin everything!"

Amber gave him one final, hard shove and he took a few steps in reverse, his chest heaving with angry breaths. He finally spun around and began to walk away but Amber refused to take her eyes off of him as she watched to make sure he wouldn't come back.

He turned around after a second at the sound of Lydia sobbing softly from behind them and Amber's glare only intensified. His jaw clenched with a regretful expression, but he turned away and continued to leave with a shake of his head.

Amber spun back around and was at Lydia's side again in a second, her fingers taking Lydia's hand in a soft grip. She pulled her friend down the hallway and into the girls bathroom just as the redhead began to cry in earnest.

"Hey, you're okay." Amber said softly, tucking a strand of strawberry blonde hair behind Lydia's ear.

"I need- I need a minute." Lydia choked out, dashing into one of the stalls and slamming the metal door shut behind her before sniffling loudly in the quiet room.

"I- I'll wait outside." Amber decided softly, frowning at the closed stall door one last time before she turned and stepped out into the hallway to lean against the wall just outside of the restroom.

She stood with her back pressed against the wall for several minutes before she heard Lydia speaking softly from inside the bathroom. Turning back toward the door, Amber was about to peek inside when the door swung open and Lydia stepped out into the hallway with a determined look on her face.

"Hey, Lyds-" Amber started, pausing when Lydia's gaze caught on the empty staircase behind the brunette.

"Where is he going?" Lydia asked before taking off, pushing past her friend to begin climbing the stairs.

"What?" Amber called out to her friend's retreating back in confusion, "Where's who going? Lydia-"

She mimicked Lydia's quick steps and followed behind her as they went upstairs and rounded the hallway back toward the north end of the school, calling out to her friend with no response as she trailed behind.

Lydia finally paused as they came to a smaller staircase in the north hall, her gaze focussed on the large display case full of sports awards and photographs from over the years. Amber watched Lydia's jaw clench before she bounced on her toes and approached the trophy case to get a closer look.

"What's going on?" Amber asked quietly, unsurprised when she still didn't receive a response.

She looked between her friend and the display case in confusion, watching Lydia's eyes focus on a trophy inside with a terrified expression. Amber's eyes followed the redhead's gaze and they caught on an old basketball trophy, the student's name engraved on the plaque stumping her to no end.

Peter Hale.

Amber spotted the back of Stiles' head just as she stepped into the cafeteria at lunchtime and she grinned excitedly, bounding up behind him to wrap her arms around his chest from behind awkwardly over his backpack, pressing her nose into his cheek.

He flinched in surprise and she laughed, "Hello."

"You scared the crap outta me." He scolded, turning his head at an awkward angle to look back at her.

She released him from her arms and took hold of his hand, beginning to pull him over toward the table where Scott was already sitting with his lunch tray. Stiles resisted when she tugged on him and Amber looked back at him in confusion.

"I, uh- I just gotta talk to someone about, a uh, a thing-" He winced at his own vague explanation and took a step to the side, "I'll be right there."

"Oh," She realized, her eyes drifting over to the table a few feet away where a dark skinned boy was sitting by himself and poking at his subpar school lunch, "You're gonna get the keys from Boyd? I'll come with you-"

"Wh- N-No," Stiles stammered before groaning with wide eyes, "It was supposed to be a surprise. Did Scott tell you?" He asked in disbelief.

She frowned guiltily, "Was it? I kinda pulled it out of him. I'm sorry."

Stiles shook his head and reluctantly pulled her toward the table where Vernon Boyd was sitting and having lunch. Amber split off from Stiles and sat down beside Boyd with a smile.

"Hi, Boyd." She greeted.

Stiles settled into the seat across from them, sitting sideways in the chair awkwardly as he tried to look nonchalant, "Boyd." He greeted with a nod. "You got the keys?" He questioned, peeking over at the other boy out of the corner of his eye.

Boyd thrust his hand across the table, keychain dangling from between his fingers. Stiles huffed out an excited breath and reached out to grab the proffered item, but Boyd's hand tightened around the keys with raised eyebrows. Stiles pulled at the keys again with a frown, making a small noise as he tried unsuccessfully to tug them out of the other boy's grip.

"This isn't a favor. This is a transaction." Boyd reminded firmly.

"Right, yeah!" Stiles said easily, letting go of the keychain, "Absolutely.."

Amber watched Stiles dig around in the pocket of his zip up sweatshirt and pull out a crinkled twenty dollar bill, slapping it down on the tabletop with a hopeful look.

"I said fifty." Boyd said plainly, eyes flicking up from the bill to Stiles with an unimpressed frown.

"Really?" Stiles asked with a barely perceptible wince, "I, uh- I remember twenty, I don't know. I have a really good verbal memory, and I remember twenty. I remember that distinctive 'twa' sound." He rambled, eyes finally flicking over to Amber, "Twa - nty."

She snorted and brought a hand up to her mouth to cover the laugh.

Boyd didn't look nearly as amused, "I said fifty. With the 'fu' sound. Hear the difference?"

Stiles made a face, "Ah-"

"If you can't-" Boyd continued quickly, "I can demonstrate some other words with the 'fu' sound."

"Uh, no, no, no-" Stiles ceded, lifting his hips from his seat to dig around in the pocket of his jeans, "I think I'm recalling it." He added another bill to stack on top of the twenty on the table, "Maybe I just got it confused with 'fo' - rty." He prompted.

Boyd took a chip from the bag on his tray and put it into his mouth slowly, holding Stiles' gaze with an indifferent expression as he crunched down on it and chewed.

Stiles' hopeful expression faded into a frown as he sulked, "C'mon, man. Have you seen the piece of crap Jeep I drive?"

"Have you seen the piece of crap bus I take?" Boyd countered without pause.

Amber shook her head, "Stiles. You love Roscoe, don't insult him when he can't hear you." She scolded, pulling out a twenty from the pocket of her jeans and adding it to the pile of bills as she turned to face Boyd in her seat, "Boyd. Thank you for loaning us your work keys. You're the best and we really appreciate it." She collected the sixty dollars and pressed the bills into his large hand with a smile.

Boyd smiled for the first time since the interaction began and held out the keys to her easily, dropping them into her hand as he pocketed the money.

"Wh- Can I get the extra ten dollars back?" Stiles asked the other boy as Amber stood from the table.

"No." Boyd told him easily, eating another chip with a satisfied grin.

Amber rounded the table and pulled Stiles up with her hand in his, "Thank you!" She called out to Boyd one final time as she dragged Stiles around to Scott's table.

She pulled him down into the chair beside her as they sat down across from Scott and she released Stiles' hand to pat him on the thigh consolingly while Scott looked between them.

"Did you get 'em?" He asked.

"Got 'em." Stiles confirmed, "And thank you. For completely ruining the surprise by telling Amber the entire plan." He finished with snark.

Scott frowned with a small shrug, "Sorry, man."

Amber hummed, "It's cute that you thought you both could keep a secret from me for a whole day," She leaned onto her elbows on the table and pressed her lips to Stiles' cheek in a quick peck, "Besides, I'm glad I know now, that way I can dress accordingly. Can you imagine if I'd showed up in a skirt or something?" She laughed, reaching forward to grab a french fry off of Scott's plate and plopping it into her mouth.

"Yeah. That would've been terrible.." Stiles muttered, glaring aggressively across the table at Scott. He sighed after a moment and turned his attention on Amber again, "So, I'll pick you up after Scott gets out of work and we'll meet Allison at the rink. Cool?"

"Cool." She agreed, reaching across the table to grab another french fry.

There was a quiet stirring across the lunchroom and the three turned follow the gazes of their classmates where everyone seemed to be watching the doorway as Erica Reyes stepped into the cafeteria, looking decidedly unlike herself.

Where Erica normally wore jeans and a sweatshirt, always baggy and comfortable so that she could hide herself away behind her clothes and untamed blonde hair. Now, she walked through the room confidently in a small leather skirt and a tight, low-cut tank top, towering several inches taller than her normal height with the high heels she had on her feet.

The blonde strutted into the room with a small sultry smile on her red painted lips, pausing at a table at the front of the room and leaning over to snag the untouched apple from an unsuspecting Freshman's tray. She bit into the fruit sensually, wiping the juice from her lips with another flirty grin before standing back upright.

"What." Lydia said suddenly from beside Scott and Stiles, "In the holy hell. Is that."

"It- It's Erica." Amber mumbled through the french fry still dangling from her mouth, eyes wide as she remained focussed on the beautiful blonde across the lunchroom.

Erica chewed the bite of fruit in her mouth with pursed lips before fiddling with the apple in her hands and turning to leave, slowly strutting back out of the cafeteria with a determined sway of her hips.

Scott and Stiles pushed out of their seats as she turned the corner out of sight and Amber scrambled to follow after them. They rushed down the hallway and pushed through the front doors of the school building just as Erica made it to the curb and pulled open the passenger door of a black Camaro.

The blonde looked up at them with a grin as she slid into the car. She and Derek both peered out the window to shoot them matching smiles before the car took off out of the parking lot, tires squealing in their wake.

"May- Maybe it's a coincidence," Amber tried weakly, "Just because she's suddenly insanely hot and knows Derek doesn't necessarily mean-" Her words cut off as she shrunk back under Scott's glare, "Yeah. Yeah, I heard how ridiculous it sounded even while it was coming out of my mouth."

She watched with a sigh as the Camaro pulled out onto the road with another squeal of tires and sped off.

As the lights flicked on to slowly illuminate the ice rink around them, Amber bounced up onto her toes excitedly and bit down on her lip, gripping onto Stiles' hand tight. He turned his head and took in her eager expression with a satisfied smile, tightening his hand around hers momentarily before he dragged her over to look for skates in their sizes.

He released her hand behind the counter as he pulled two pairs from the shelf. He guided her over to the bench just outside of the ice and gestured for her to sit before handing over her ice skates.

When he sat down beside her, Amber knocked her forehead against his softly, her nose brushing against his teasingly for a second before she turned her head and began pulling off her sneakers.

"Wh-" He protested quietly under his breath.

She laughed quietly and bumped their shoulders together as she began pulling on and lacing up her skates. She was quickly to get them secured and once she was finished she looked over to find Stiles still pulling his own onto his socked feet.

She blew out a warm puff of breath into the cool air around them and shivered lightly beneath her long sleeved shirt.

"It's colder in here than I thought it would be." She admitted quietly, watching the way Stiles' long fingers moved as he finished tying his laces.

No sooner had she spoken when he reached down to his backpack, digging around through the contents for a moment before reemerging with a bright, neon orange athletic shirt.

"Here." He offered with a painfully sweet smile, holding the shirt out in offering.

"Stiles, that's really sweet, but.." Her eyes flicked down to the hideous shirt again, "I am not wearing that."

"Wh- But-" He frowned, his eyes flicking from the shirt she was already wearing to the one in his hand, "Blue and orange. It's the colors of the Mets."

Her heart sank at the sound of his dejected voice and she sighed, "That's all you have?"

He pursed his lips and peered into his backpack again, shuffling a few textbooks around, "Oh, oh, wait-" He pulled another wrinkled bundle of fabric from the bottom of the bag and Amber ripped it from his hands in a flash.

She shrugged the dirty flannel on over her own shirt and Stiles immediately reached out and attempted to smooth out some of the creases before he seemed to give up on the impossible task. Looking up at him with a smile, she found his gaze already on her and she couldn't help but flush under his attention with a quiet huff.

Stiles lifted his hand from where he had been pinching the fabric of the flannel in an aborted motion a couple of times before settling his palm over her cheek and leaning in slowly. She sat still as he drew closer and only when his lips ghosted against hers did she finally push forward into his space, joining their mouths together more firmly with a contented sigh.

"Skating!" Scott's voice called out suddenly, jolting the two apart, "This date is for skating! You guys can makeout at home later."

Amber scrunched her nose at her friend in irritation as he passed by before she stood up and reached a hand back toward Stiles blindly, "We will!" She called out petulantly at Scott's retreating back, "A lot!"

Scott and Allison's laughter was loud as they moved to one of the openings to the rink, preparing to go out onto the ice.

"A lot, huh?" Stiles questioned, mouth startlingly close to Amber's ear.

She flinched at the feeling of his warm breath and looked back at him. Her eyes traced slowly over the freckles over his cheeks before determinedly focussing on the warm brown pools of his eyes.

"That was the plan," She revealed with a grin, pulling him toward the ice with wobbly steps as she balanced on the blades of her skates, "Why, do you have any objections?" She asked over her shoulder.

"Nope. No objections. Not a one." He said quickly as he trailed behind her.

She turned to face him and shuffled back, until she was standing with the blades of her skates on the ice while Stiles stood a step beyond the edge of the rink.

"Good." She said quietly, leaning forward until their lips were nearly touching. Her mouth hovered just out of his reach and when he tilted his head forward to catch her lips, she let her skates carry her back a few inches to glide along the ice, "C'mon, Stiles!" She laughed gleefully, "This date is for skating, after all-"

He protested loudly as the distance between them increased and he moved to follow her immediately, stepping onto the ice and kicking off with one foot to rush in her direction. Her eyes widened when she saw him speeding toward her and she squealed quietly just as his arms wrapped around her to pull her into his chest while they continued backwards.

"You're a menace." He scolded as they slowed to a stop.

She giggled and remained in the warmth of his arms for a minute before slipping out of his grip and skating a few feet away with a grin.

"Wait, wait, Amber-" He reached toward her as she slid away.

"Scott!" Allison's voice suddenly yelled in panic.

Amber turned at the sound of the other girl's alarm and only managed to catch a blur of Scott's green shirt before he was colliding with her painfully. They seemed to spin for a long second before falling and the two managed to land with Amber sprawled across Scott's stomach, both of them hitting the ice with a yell of surprise.

"Sorry," Scott apologized weakly, "I don't think I'm very good at this."

Amber pushed up onto her elbows on the ice and looked back at him over her shoulder, "I caught on to that fact, believe it or not."

"Scott!" Allison's voice came again, closer this time.

"I'm okay." Scott promised breathlessly, still laying down flat on his back.

There were hands suddenly at Amber's waist as she tried to push up off of her friend and she glanced back as Stiles hooked his fingers into the belt loops on her jeans to pull her to her feet.

"You looked like you hit your head that time." Allison worried as she helped Scott up.

"What's that, Coach?" Scott asked in feigned confusion.

Amber laughed, allowing herself to be pulled away on her skates by Stiles' hand in hers. He dragged her to the other side of the rink and as they slowed, he released her hand. He turned her to face him head on and carefully guided her to skate backwards until her back hit the wall with a soft thump.

"Hi." She breathed, heart fluttering at the warmth of his chest against hers as he pressed her back into the wall.

"You okay?" He questioned, hand coming up to brush a lock of hair behind her ear as his other tightened incrementally around her hip.

"I'm fine," She couldn't help but whisper in their close proximity, "My hands are really cold now though- From touching the ice."

Stiles leaned back a only few inches but she found herself frowning at the increased space between their bodies as he reached down to take her hands into his. He enveloped her smaller hands in his palms and blew a warm breath into his cupped hands. He pulled in another deep breath before exhaling warm air over their hands once again, eyes flicking back and forth between hers slowly as he breathed heat into her chilled fingers.

"Better?" He asked, still holding her hands between their chests.

She nodded silently, not trusting her voice as her eyes focussed on the soft plushness of his lips. She leaned her weight more heavily against the wall behind her, her head thumping back against the plexiglass with a quiet thud as she looked up at him.

She swallowed, "How, um. How long do you reckon we skate?" She questioned, aiming for casual, "Like.. An hour? Longer?"

He studied her face slowly for a moment before responding, "Yeah, I- Probably like an hour or so. Why?"

"Just," She paused anxiously, "Thinking about the plan for, y'know, after."

"The pla-" He blinked suddenly and looked at her with scrutiny, "The plan we were just talking about? The uh.. The one you just mentioned to Scott?"

She nodded slowly, her heart already picking up in her chest excitedly in anticipation. She peeked around his shoulder and watched Scott nearly fall on his face again as Allison rushed to keep him upright.

Amber leaned her head back against the wall again and looked up at the boy in front of her. She licked her lips in contemplation and Stiles' eyes seemed to track the movement.

"I think Scott and Allison are a little preoccupied with keeping Scott's bones unbroken," She told him slowly, "I, um. I saw a photobooth on our way in if you wanted to maybe go and take a couple pictures."

"Yeah, we can do that." He agreed easily, confused at her apparent nerves.

"I wouldn't mind a couple photo strips of us, y'know, kissing." She continued.

"We can definitely do that." He amended, already grabbing her hand and pulling her along behind him in the direction of where they'd stepped out onto the ice in the first place.

Stiles stumbled the moment he stepped off of the ice and Amber laughed as he continued to drag her toward the picture booth. When they got to the stall, he pulled the curtain to the side and urged her to climb inside first. She slid across the tiny bench seat and looked at him excitedly as he sat down beside her.

"Okay," She grinned, leaning forward and squinting at the buttons surrounding the large camera lens at the front of the space, "So, how do we-"

Two fingers pressed into her jaw, turning her head so that Stiles could cover her mouth with his as his other hand reached around to slam down over the largest button blindly.

He opened his mouth on only the second soft press of their lips and grazed his tongue over her lips softly as the first flash went off behind their closed eyes. Her brain finally caught up and she brought a hand to grip at his neck, his hand falling away from her face to drag her closer by her waist.

The second flash went off.

He tightened his grip around her lower back, hand flattening to spread out over the flannel she was wearing, his fingers pressing into the curve of her spine. She groaned softly against his tongue, her leg instinctively coming up to drape over his knee in the cramped space as she tried to get closer.

There was another click of a flash and it was then that she remembered there were pictures being taken at all. She pulled back just enough that she could gaze at Stiles, her vision slightly blurred from their close proximity. His eyes were still closed, long eyelashes downcast over his cheekbones. He brushed his nose against hers softly just as the final flash lit up the booth.

She leaned back another few inches and he finally cracked his eyes open to look at her in confusion.

"The first set of pictures is over." She told him, licking her lips and feeling a flutter in her stomach when she tasted the remnants of his mouth on her own.

He turned his head toward the camera as if he'd also forgotten it was there, "I guess we should do another one then."

He was reaching toward the button again but she pulled his hand back, "Wait, wait."

"What's wrong?"

"I just, I wanna take a few cute ones first. Before we get too.. Distracted." She explained.

He smiled and nodded, pressing his hand down on the button before wrapping an arm over her shoulder and pulling her into his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple and she bit down on her lower lip against a smile as the flash went off.

She reached for his hand where it was draped around her shoulder to tangle his fingers around the backs of hers, using her new grip to curl his arm tighter around her neck until she could reach to bite down softly on his wrist. The camera flashed just as Stiles looked down at her in mock outrage.

He retaliated quickly, untangling their hands so that he could poke his fingers into her waist beneath her flannel. Her whole body jolted as he started to tickle her sides and her butt came up off of the bench as she squirmed to get away, head thrown back against his shoulder as she laughed loudly.

As soon as the flash went off, he stopped tickling her and chuckled as she breathed heavily in recovery. She tilted her head against his shoulder and peered up at him in adoration. Stiles moved to look down at her to see what she was planning for the next photo to but she leaned up to press a kiss to his jaw and stopped the movement of his head. His smile was soft and pleased smile and his cheek dimpled adorably as the flash lit up the booth again.

He finally tipped his head to look at her and their noses brushed softly. It felt eerily reminiscent of their first — apparently second — kiss the night they'd gotten drunk on Jack Daniels in the woods. Their lips brushed softly but this time instead of panicking, she turned and slotted their lips together easily. She reached up to fist her hand in the front of his sweatshirt and parted her lips against his just enough that she could taste his next exhale as the fifth flash went off.

"One more?" He asked against her mouth, his words slipping into her open mouth intoxicatingly.

"Uh huh." She told him quietly, pulling his lips back down against hers.

She didn't watch, but she heard the quiet slaps of his hand fumbling around for the button before it clicked in indication that he'd managed to find it. His arm wrapped around her waist quickly, his other hand pressing into the wall of the booth behind her as he crowded her back and leaned into her space. When his tongue brushed her lip questioningly, she barely had to think before she was tilting her head and opening her mouth in acceptance.

The first flash went off and the click of it seemed to spur Stiles on, his arm tightening around her back for only a second before he reached down to tug her thigh back over his again, the way it had been in the first set of pictures. She let her knee curve around his lap, her calf draped between his legs as their heads tilted in opposite directions, tongues meeting again and again hungrily.

At the second flash, she wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled herself that much closer, nearly in his lap as she straddled just one of his thighs while Stiles slid to the edge of the seat to angle his body toward her in the cramped space. She pulled back just enough that she pulled in his next exhale through her lips. She looked down at his mouth with hooded eyes, fingertips reaching between them to brush over his lips in a light touch just as the camera flashed again.

He retook her mouth with his as soon as the picture snapped and she parted her lips for his tongue immediately, groaning quietly into his mouth. His hand at her waist dipped to grab a handful of her ass through her jeans and she moaned more openly, head falling back from the kiss as her arm tightened around his neck.

The camera flashed over her blissful expression and her mouth was back on his in a frantic rush. Their tongues met between kisses again and she tightened her leg over his thigh as she pulled him closer. Her knee brushed against the growing bulge beneath his jeans as she pulled herself against him and this time it was Stiles whose head dropped back from the kiss. His jaw went slack when her leg pressed firmly against him and it was at that glorious moment that the final flash lit up the booth.

"Sorry." She apologized in a whisper as soon as she realized what she'd done. She loosened her leg from around him and sat beside him again.

He took a deep breath, his hand finally dropping down from the wall behind her head. His fingers combed through her long hair in silent forgiveness and he thunked the side of his head against the back of the booth as he looked over at her.

"Do you wanna go back out and skate?" He asked after a minute looking at her softly and regaining his breath.

"Yeah." She agreed, "Are you.. Good? To go back out?" She asked cautiously, eyes flicking down to his lap in question.

He huffed out a laugh, "I'm about as good as I'm gonna get with you sitting next to me, if I'm being honest. If anything, it'll be easier when we're back out on the ice and it's cold and you're mouth isn't two inches away."

"Who said my mouth won't be two inches away on the ice?" She asked teasingly, leaning closer to brush her lips over his.

"Alright, let's go-" Stiles said, the warmth of his body very suddenly no longer against her.

He stood from the photobooth, extending a hand to help her out that she accepted begrudgingly. Once they stepped out of the stall, Amber's eyes caught on the tiny cubby in the side and the three photo strips that laid inside.

"Oh!" She exclaimed excitedly, reaching for the pictures and pulling them up in front of her face as she examined them closely.

Stiles pressed his chest to her back and peered over her shoulder as she began to flip through the strips.

The first was relatively innocent pictures of them kissing, only able to see the hint of tongues in one or two of them if you looked close enough.

The second made her stomach flutter. They were sickeningly adorable. Snapshots of them pressed close together happily, flirting, laughing — the final picture catching their mouths hovering just a breath away from a kiss.

The third strip was what gave her pause. The first two photos were the two of them kissing hungrily as they pulled one another closer. The third, a small break from the heaviness as it captured Amber's fingertips brushing softly over the softness of Stiles' lips. But the final two pictures were practically softcore porn. Her eyes barely skimmed over photo number four, the way her head had been thrown back in arousal. Instead, her attention was immediately drawn to the final picture. Stiles' head lolled against the wall, lips parted in a silent moan, cheeks visibly flushed, eyes closed — All with his arm still propped up behind Amber's head while she looked at him in awe from only a breath away.

As they studied the third and final set of pictures, Stiles made a small sound into her ear from behind her.

"Dibs!" She said quickly, pressing the third strip to her chest protectively.

"No, no, no," He disagreed instantly, "No way, you can't just call dibs on the hottest one."

"Well, it's too late, because I already did." She grinned in satisfaction.

"And what if I wanted that one?" He asked incredulously.

"If you wanted the hottest one, I guess you should've called dibs or something." She told him easily.

He was on her in a second, arms wrapping around her from behind as he quickly pulled the photostrip in question from her hands and held it above his head where she couldn't reach it.

"Hey, no!" She whined as she spun around to face him, wrapping an arm around his neck and reaching up toward his extended hand in vain, "You can't use your height against me! I called dibs!"

"I'm sorry but I need these pictures for very important personal reasons." Stiles said, trying not to laugh as she attempted to pull herself higher up to reach his hand.

"No way. You don't get to keep them just because you want them as jerk-off material. Maybe I want to jerk off to them, too-" She argued, "Did you ever think of that?"

"That's not what I- Well, okay, yeah- But-" He tried to deny before realizing it was a moot point.

Very suddenly, she stopped trying to get the pictures back and wrapped both of her arms around his neck instead. She remained chest to chest with him, her breasts pressing against him through the thin fabric of his tshirt as she narrowed her eyes.

He made a quiet noise of either arousal or confusion and she moved to drag her nose along the ridge of his jaw, pressing her lips lightly to his skin as she moved further up toward his ear.

"Stiles, please?" She asked softly, lips brushing against the shell of his ear before she dropped to press a couple of soft kisses to the side of his neck.

"Wh- That's not fair. You can't do that." He protested weakly, elbow dropping just slightly where he was holding the photostrip above them.

Her lips dragged back along his jaw, pressing a kiss to his chin and the corner of his mouth before hovering above his lips.

"Can't do what?" She questioned slowly, blinking at him innocently as she licked her lips, her tongue managing to brush lightly over Stiles' own lips as she did so.

He made another pained noise, arm lowering distractedly again, "Can't use sex against me when we haven't done sex-like things yet."

"You're right," She agreed easily, "What if instead, you just let me have the pictures?"

"That doesn't really feel like you're agreeing with me," He laughed against her mouth, "But what if I hold onto them so I can scan them onto my laptop, and then I let you have them?"

She leaned back with a frown, "Scan them? Why didn't you just say that before?" She loosened her arms around his neck and looked at him with less blur obstructing his features.

"If I'd said that before, you wouldn't be clinging on to me quite so desperately." He grinned, letting his arm fall and stuffing the pictures into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Now who's the menace?" She glared at him playfully.

"Hey!" Scott's voice sounded out suddenly from behind her, "Are you guys done in the photobooth? Allison and I want to take some pictures."

Amber turned her head toward where Scott and Allison were making their way over stockingfoot, skates already pulled off.

"All yours, buddy." Stiles assured him, hand dropping onto Amber's hip.

"Sweet!" Scott said excitedly, pulling the curtain open and letting Allison slide in first, "Oh, gross!"

"What?" Amber, Allison, and Stiles all questioned.

"Guys, seriously? It reeks in here." Scott said with a wince.

"I don't smell anything." Allison said in confusion.

"I can't let your wolfy-nose control my whole life, Scott." Amber laughed, "Sorry."

"Ugh," Scott grimaced, "I knew I'd regret you two getting together at some point, I just didn't realize it would be so soon."

"Sorry, man." Stiles shrugged, "You're probably gonna have to get used to it."

Scott frowned and pulled the curtain closed, cutting himself and Allison off from his best friends.

"I seriously don't smell anything," Allison repeated, "Is it that bad?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Scott said quietly.

Amber laughed and released Stiles completely before moving back over toward the ice rink, "You still wanna skate for a few minutes?" She asked, hesitating at the edge.

Stiles grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto the ice where they skated a slow lap around the rink with their fingers intertwined. She slowed after a while and skated around him in a circle, stopping at his back. She reached her hands to his waist from behind and locked her fingers into the belt loops at his hips.

"Pull me," She prompted, pressing her face into the soft hood of his sweatshirt.

He chuckled but obeyed her request, skating forward slowly and dragging her along as she stood behind him, pressed to his back. They looped around for a few minutes before she loosened her grip and let herself fall back as Stiles continued forward.

When he noticed the absence of her warmth behind him, he turned on his skates and made his way back over, coming to a stop in front of her. He reached out to fix the collar of her borrowed flannel, pulling it up closer to the cool skin of her neck, and her stomach fluttered at the soft thoughtful gesture.

She fiddled with the long sleeves where they hung down over her palms for a moment before reaching out to stick her hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt and skating backwards at a slow speed, pulling him along with her.

He looked at her curiously but didn't question as she continued backward, slowing to a crawl but still moving blindly until her back thumped softly against the plexiglass wall at the edge of the rink.

"What's up?" He asked softly, letting his skates cage her in with his feet on either side of hers.

"Was just thinking." She told him vaguely, a small smile pulling at her lips.

"Oh no," He joked, raising his eyebrows, "That doesn't sound good. What were you thinking about?"

She shrugged casually, "You."

He smiled, "Oh, well that's okay then. What about me?"

"Mm," She hummed noncommittally, "Mostly your mouth."

Stiles tried not to show the slight surprise on his face, "My mouth, huh?" He asked smugly.

"Mhm," She nodded, "A real smart mouth. Very annoying. Always talking absolute shit-"

"Hey!" He said in offense.

"-Instead of kissing me." She finished with a sly smile.

He faltered for a moment. His mouth dropped open as if he had a retort ready before he seemed to think better of it and instead cupped her cheek to bring their lips together.

"Hey, uh, we're gonna head out." Scott's voice called out from the edge of the rink, standing hand in hand with Allison with an infuriatingly smug look on his face.

Amber thumped her head back against the wall for a brief second before grabbing Stiles' hand and skating back over toward their friends.

"We, uh. We're probably gonna head out too." Amber revealed, stepping off of the ice and wobbling slightly on her skates.

Scott nodded, pinching his lips together in a tight, amused line, "Uh huh. I bet you are."

"Yup." She nodded with a laugh, "We are. I just said that." She shoved past her best friend with a hand on his chest as she continued to pull Stiles behind her, "Don't be so smug. It's not like we don't all know exactly what you and Allison are leaving to go do in the privacy of her car."

Allison blushed and Scott's smile shifted into something more soft, "Yeah, okay." He settled, pulling on Allison's hand gently, "See you guys later."

"Later." Stiles and Amber called back.

Amber pulled off her skates and tugged her sneakers back on quickly before looking up at Stiles who appeared to have already done the same.

"So, uh.. Are we- We going to my place?" Stiles asked, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"My brother's home for the night so.." She said slowly.

"Yeah, definitely my place."

"Yeah." She nodded.

"What the hell are we waiting for then?" He asked, grabbing both sets of skates in one arm and snatching her hand with the other, pulling her back toward the front of the building.

She laughed at his eagerness and just managed to grab his backpack from the floor, fighting to keep up with his long strides as they locked up the rink and just about ran to the vehicle.

When they got to the Stilinski house, Stiles' father's cruiser was regrettably already parked in the driveway and Stiles audibly groaned.

"He's worked late every night for the last two weeks but on the night of our first date, he's home by nine? Seriously?" He lamented, slamming the driver's side door of the Jeep shut.

Amber laughed, closing her own door and pulling her duffle bag onto her shoulder before she rounded the Jeep to meet him at the front hood.

"Oh, it'll be fine." She told him, leaning up onto her toes to press a quick kiss to his lips before turning to head inside. When they stepped through the front door, Amber slipped off her sneakers into the small pile of shoes underneath the coat rack. "Hi, Mr. Stilinski." She greeted when she spotted the man watching television on the couch in the living room.

"Hey," He greeted back, "Have you kids seen this movie? It's got the guy from Star-something and Denzel Washington."

"I can't say I have." Stiles told him, peering at the screen as they stepped further into the house.

The Sheriff picked up the remote beside him and squinted at the buttons before he paused the action on the screen, "There's this train and- Well I don't want to give it away, but it's good. I can start it over if you two want to-"

"Oh, uh. Sorry, pops." Stiles said awkwardly, reaching up to rub the back of his neck, "We.. Were already gonna watch something else."

"Oh," His dad said quickly, throwing the blanket beside him over the back of the couch, "Do you guys want to watch it down here on the tv? I can finish this tomorr-"

"Actually," Amber interrupted softly this time, "I have the movie downloaded on my computer, so." She patted her hand against her laptopless duffle bag, "We'll have to watch it on there anyway. You can finish your movie on the tv."

Stiles dropped his hand heavily onto her shoulder in relief and nodded in enthusiastic agreement, "Yup! So, we'll be watching a movie up there, and you can watch your train movie down here." He repeated again unnecessarily, "Cool. Right, so. Let's go."

His hand wrapped around Amber's wrist in a firm grip and he pulled her around the corner and up the stairs before she could say another word. They stumbled through the door to his bedroom and Amber dropped her duffle bag down onto the ground beside the bookshelf.

She gnawed on her lower lip, suddenly anxious, and her fingers picked at the soft edges of the flannel sleeves hanging down over her hands as Stiles threw the door shut with just a touch too much enthusiasm considering how loud the resulting slam was.

"Oops." He said simply, eyes focussed intently on the girl in front of him as he swallowed nervously.

They both seemed to take a deep, grounding breath at the same time and when their exhales lined up in a loud huff of air in the quiet room, they laughed quietly.

"Why is this suddenly, like, nerve-wrackingly awkward?" She questioned.

"Do- would you rather put on an actual movie or something?" He asked immediately, "I can set up my laptop and-"

She stepped forward in a quick movement, "No, no, I still want to- Not watch a movie." She assured him, licking her lips with a nervous laugh, "I'm just not sure how to.. Start."

He smiled in relief and stepped closer, his hand sliding along the side of her neck softly. His brown eyes flicked back and forth between hers attentively as he leaned closer, giving her plenty of time to pull back if she'd wanted to. When their mouths met, it was like her nerves finally fell away and she threw herself into the kiss fervently.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and she drew herself up against him as they kissed. He continued to hold her neck gently, thumb skirting up to brush under her jaw through the blur of their mouths separating and meeting again tenderly.

Neither one of them even noticed that they'd been moving in slow steps until the backs of Stiles' legs bumped against the edge of the bed. He pulled back slightly from the kiss to look behind him before looking back up at her questioningly.

"Should we-?"

"Yeah." She nodded immediately, pushing gently at his chest until he complied.

He climbed back and sat with his legs out in front of him in the center of the bed and she paused to take him in for a moment before Stiles laughed and held his hand out in offering. She accepted and quickly crawled across the blankets to straddle his knees awkwardly, unsure how close she was meant to get or how quickly she was meant to do it.

Stiles didn't seem to notice her nerves and instead leaned forward in a smooth movement and brought their lips back together with his right hand firmly cupping the left side of her face. She moved to kneel further up around his legs until she settled over the tops of his thighs, gripping onto his shoulders as she tilted her head to meet his lips in another kiss.

She opened her mouth against his and his own lips parted quickly to slip his tongue through the opening to slide against hers. She groaned quietly into his mouth at the taste of him and pushed at his shoulders to lay him back against the mattress.

As he settled onto his back, he shuffled slightly against the bed to get into a comfortable position and she was jostled until she was left straddling his waist. She pulled back from the kiss for just a moment, already feeling warmth pricking beneath her skin. He looked up at her curiously while she slipped out of the flannel she had on over her long sleeved shirt, tossing it over the side of the bed. He followed suit and leaned up to pull his zip-up off, rolling it into a ball and throwing it behind her before quickly laying back down.

He brought a hand up to her face again and pulled her down to recapture her lips. His left hand went to her waist and as their tongues brushed hotly again, his forearm tightened around her lower back and pulled her down against him, the seam of her jeans pressing up against her clit to send a sharp pang ecstasy down her spine. She gasped lightly against his mouth and rocked her hips back down against his without any further encouragement.

They both released quiet, hungry noises into one another's mouths at the friction between them and she continued the slow roll of her hips through open-mouthed kisses. On a particularly rough brush of the seam of her jeans against her underwear, she tightened her fingers around the backs of his shoulders and sighed against his mouth. She ground her hips down again and again as she tried to replicate the motion.

An indiscernible amount of time passed, their mouths and tongues meeting, her hips rolling down against him. She felt herself growing increasingly hot from both arousal and exertion but didn't stop, couldn't stop, her groin grinding down almost unconsciously as they continued to trade passionate kisses.

Stiles dropped his left arm from her back to gripped supportively at her hip instead, fingertips digging in as he followed the movements of her body against him. His right thumb brushed over her cheek the next time her lips parted and he tilted his chin up to meet her mouth that much more firmly, hunger evident in his kiss.

The next time she ground down in a slow roll of her hips, he groaned into her mouth and the needy noise sent a sharp spark of arousal straight between her thighs. She kissed him again and rolled her hips down against his just a touch harder in an attempt to get the friction she was desperately craving beneath her own jeans. As she ground down, he moaned again, high in the back of his throat, and his body tensed beneath her, his hand left tightening on her hip as his mouth fell slack under hers.

She pulled back from the kiss, her lips hovering a breath away from his as her gaze raked over his face. His eyes were pinched shut and he huffed out a sharp breath from his open mouth while he tugged desperately at her waist again, pulling her down against him as his hips lifted from the mattress to press up into her.

He made another soft noise, his whole body jerking once more, and she could do little more than simply look down at him in awe. She was nearly sure if she looked down between them, she'd find a wet patch at the front of his jeans and she was thrilled. Amazed. She'd never been more proud of an accomplishment in her entire life.

She slid a hand from his shoulder to rest along his sharp jaw, her thumb rubbing softly over his flushed cheek. Stiles was so beautiful. He was handsome, sure. But he was also so unbelievably beautiful.

Her eyes mapped his face slowly. They traced over the light splotches of pink currently coloring his cheeks, the long length of his dark eye lashes, the plush cupid's bow of his upper lip, the perfect slope of his nose.

She silently allowed him to recover, watching him take in shaky breaths for a long minute before he spoke.

"Oh god." He finally groaned, dropping his right hand from her cheek and pushing his head as far back into the mattress beneath him as he could, like he could somehow sink into it and disappear, "No, no, no, no, I can't believe I just did that. Oh god-"

His sudden reaction surprised her, "Stiles. Hey, what's wrong?" She asked worriedly, hand still cupping his face gently.

"Wha- I just-" A whine crawled up his throat in embarrassment, eyes still pinched shut, "Fuck! I actually have you in my bed and I just- I came. In my pants."

"Why is that a bad thing?" She whispered cautiously, sliding her hand to the back of his neck and gently scraping her blunt fingernails into the buzzed hair at the base of his skull.

"Why is it-" Stiles stuttered, "Are you joking? This is so embarrassing- I- I'm actually gonna die. I'm gonna die of- Of embarrassment. I can't-"

Her anxious heartbeat settled in her chest, "Stiles," She interrupted, "Will you look at me? Please?"

He scrunched his face up tightly, like he didn't really want to obey her request, but he slowly did it anyway. His eyes fluttered open and she looked between the warm whiskey pools slowly.

"Stiles?" She whispered into the narrow sliver of space between their faces.

"Yeah?" He asked dejectedly.

She leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back to hover over him again, "That." She started seriously, "Was. Insanely. Hot." She pressed her lips to his in quick kisses for emphasis between each word.

"Me? Jizzing in my pants?" He clarified in disbelief.

She nodded slowly, "Stiles. Literally nothing has ever turned me on more than what just happened." She admitted quietly.

He continued to look up at her in disbelief for a moment before he was reaching up to cup the back of her head and pulling her mouth down against his, their lips slotting back together seamlessly. She couldn't help the small unconscious grind of her hips against his and he pulled back from her with a deep breath.

"As much as I don't want to leave the position we're currently in. Like, ever-" He started, dropping to rest both of his hands back over her hips again, "I need just, like, thirty seconds tops-"

"What for?" She questioned.

"I really need to change my pants." He admitted with a wince.

She rolled off of him quickly, "Oh god, yeah. Of course you do. Sorry."

He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, "Just- Close your eyes? Give me half a sec-"

She reached up to cover her eyes immediately, readjusting from sitting back on her knees to sit criss-cross on the mattress. She listened to the sounds of him shuffling around the room, likely removing his pants and digging around in the dresser to find something else to wear.

It was only a few more seconds before she was blindly tackled onto her back on the bed, landing with a squeak of surprise underneath Stiles' body. She removed her hands from her eyes and looked up in the newly darkened room to see him grinning down at her, his cheeks dimpling with his smile.

She laughed, "I wouldn't have minded a little bit of warning."

He grinned wider, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips, "Sor-"

"Stiles!" They both flinched in surprise as Sheriff Stilinski's voice called out from the other side of the closed bedroom door, "Amber! I'm heading to bed!"

"'Kay, dad-" Stiles called out wide eyed.

"Good Night-" Amber called out weakly.

The sound of his dad's footsteps retreating down the hall faded slowly before the Sheriff's bedroom door clicked shut and they both let out a breath.

Amber's gaze dropped to Stiles' attire and she shifted on the bed nervously. The same black tshirt he'd been wearing all day stretched across his shoulders, he'd removed his jeans and changed his boxers, but he hadn't bothered with any sort of pants to go over them.

His weight dropped against her a bit more and his fingers brushed a strand of hair back out of her face in the dark, "On a scale of one to ten, how much did that interruption just turn you off?" He asked with a dejected sigh.

"Um," She focused on the heavy warmth of his weight settled on top of her and she took a breath before responding, "Not much, to be honest. Maybe only two."

"Two?" He repeated, sounding relieved, "Great! Cool, okay-"

His eyes flicked slowly between hers before he leaned down to press their mouths together again. He rested a hand over her hip, the fabric of her shirt bunching up as his fingers dragged against the bare skin of her abdomen. Her stomach fluttered and she reached up to the back of his neck to pull him closer, spreading her legs and allowing him to settle in between them on his knees.

His left hand slipped a little bit further beneath her shirt to simply rest along her ribcage and the gentle caress of his fingers over her skin had excitement twisting in her gut as they kissed. The movement of his hand only paused for a few seconds before he cautiously inched it up a bit more, the tips of his fingers brushing the underwire of her bra.

"This okay?" He questioned against her lips.

She lifted her free hand up from the bed and brought her fingers to gently encircle his elbow before guiding him up another few inches in silent consent. His hand cupped her breast over the thin cotton of her bra, the feeling entirely new and thrilling for the both of them, and it had them both huffing out a quiet breath into the space between their mouths.

He tightened the fingers of his left hand experimentally, squeezing her breast in a soft grip, and her back arched on reflex as she pressed up into his hand. His mouth captured hers again and he readjusted his hand to brush his thumb over the soft skin at the top of her bra.

When he parted from the kiss to take a breath after a few minutes, he let his right hand trail in the opposite direction until his knuckles dragged over the waistband of her jeans. Her stomach tightened in nervous anticipation and she opened her eyes to find Stiles already looking down at her in the dark.

"Is it okay If I-?" He questioned softly, his fingertips skating distractingly against the sensitive skin of her bare stomach.

She took a nervous breath and nodded, "Yeah."

He pulled back a fraction to look down at her pants in the dark and his left hand retreated from her chest as his fingers moved pinch at the top of the denim. After a few seconds watching him fumble, Amber reached down, her fingers brushing over his as she undid the button herself.

Once her jeans were open, they both paused for a moment before Stiles was jumping back into action, tugging at the material and easing it down a few inches. She lifted her hips from the mattress and helped him slide her pants down until the jeans were tossed in a heap on the floor beside the bed.

Once they were gone, his attention seemed to get stuck on her underwear-clad lower half and she pushed up onto her elbows anxiously. She saw the moment that his eyes caught on the place where Kate had dragged a sharp blade into the flesh of her lower stomach. He reached his right hand out to rest on her left hip once again and his thumb traced lightly over the fresh pink scar across the side of her abdomen, his touch gentle and brimming with care.

She watched him stroke his thumb back and forth over her skin and she took a slow breath as she fought to work up some nerve. She exhaled in a slow puff through her lips and finally sat up just enough that she could tug her rucked up shirt over her head entirely. The action seemed to draw his attention upward and he stared at her in the dimly lit room for a long moment, eyes now stuck on her bra-clad chest.

"They match." He observed quietly, licking his lips as his eyes trailed over her nearly naked body, gaze flicking back and forth as if he couldn't decide which article of her underwear he wanted to look at more.

"I didn't want to be presumptuous and assume that something would happen after the date, but also.. I- I was really hoping something would happen after the date." She admitted, squirming and looking down at the matching dark green pieces nervously.

"It's- You look.." He blew out a breath and nodded to himself, the compliment left unfinished as his eyes continued to trace the curves of her breasts.

"The silent staring is kind of making me nervous." She admitted quietly, readjusting to lean back onto her elbows.

"Sorry." He said quickly, leaning over her to give her a quick apologetic kiss.

Before he could pull away again, she dropped onto her back and reached up to hold his face to hers, kissing him harder. He met her efforts halfway and settled between her legs again as their mouths moved against one another in an easy, already nearly perfected rhythm.

It was only another couple of minutes of trading deep kisses before his hand made the slow trail back down her body. The gentle caress as he dragged it lower had her cunt clenching with nervous excitement. His hand continued on past her belly and skimmed against the thin fabric of her underwear this time. When his fingertips hooked lightly beneath the waistband, her hips reflexively lifted up off of the mattress toward him, her mouth falling away from the kiss distractedly.

His lips brushed featherlight over hers due to their close proximity, not quite firm enough to be an actual kiss, as his hand dove just a little bit deeper into her underwear. She let out a quiet noise as his fingers moved lower and traced over her softly, applying only the lightest bit of pressure as he curiously touched her. She felt him let out a soft breath over her mouth in what she assumed to be nervousness just before his two of his fingers pressed a touch more firmly and slipped down between her open thighs.

When the action caused his fingers to spread her wet folds, she released another soft whine against his mouth. The noise seemed to spur him on and the next second, one of his long fingers was entering her slowly. She moaned just a little bit louder as his finger moved in and out in a slow, exploratory motion.

"Shh," He hushed softly against her lips, "You're gonna have to be quieter than that."

She nodded against the mattress, "Sorry." She said breathlessly against his lips, nose brushing against his as she tipped her chin to peck him on the mouth.

He began to thrust his finger in and out just a little bit deeper as his eyes flicked between hers, "This okay?"

"Mhm," She agreed quietly, lifting her hips again to better the angle of his hand, "Maybe, could you- Two?"

He didn't respond verbally but another finger quickly slipped in alongside the first. She gasped quietly at the thickness of his knuckles dragging against her walls and slid her hands around to the back of his neck. He thrust his fingers in and out in a slow motion and she brought his lips back down against hers desperately.

He continued fucking into her, the thickness and depth of his fingers both so much more — so much better — than her own.

Eventually, she pulled her mouth from his to take a deep breath. It felt amazing, incredible, but she couldn't help the pang in her gut that insisted she needed something more.

"C'you just-" She took a slow breath, "C'you curl your fingers, like, up and-"

Stiles followed her instruction before she could even finish the request, her words cutting off as he immediately managed to find the spot she'd been indicating. She moaned quietly at the feeling of the pads of his fingers pressing against the soft bundle of nerves inside of her and her hand slipped from his neck to his shoulder to grip onto him tightly.

"God." She whispered when he curled his fingers tighter, pressing against the spot inside of her just a bit more confidently, "Just- Just keep.. rubbing, like-" He began to rub the pads of his fingers against the spot in a slow come-hither motion and she arched her back as she took a gasping breath, "Yeah. Like that. You're- 's really good. You're excellent at.. Following directions. A Plus."

Stiles huffed a quiet laugh at her rambling and moved to kiss her again as he skillfully continued the motion of his fingers inside of her. The change in angle as he leaned forward to capture her mouth had his hand cupping her cunt tight beneath her underwear. As he continued to finger her, the addition of the pressure of his palm now dragging against her clit had her thighs beginning to shake as she edged toward an orgasm already.

"Oh, my god-" She murmured quietly against his lips, "I'm- Please don't change anything I'm-"

He did as he was instructed again, attentively and deliberately continuing to do exactly what he was doing. The friction of his palm rubbing against her clit while he relentlessly massaged the same bundle of nerves from inside of her had her face growing hot as a slow fog crept into her head.

She unintentionally let out another desperate noise and Stiles reached up to press the palm of his free hand lightly over her mouth as he shushed her again. The pressure of his hand covering her mouth made her release another small muffled moan against his palm.

"You okay if I keep my hand here?" He asked apprehensively, his eyes flicking between hers before dropping to the hand pressed over her mouth, his other hand continuing to finger-fuck her diligently.

She pursed her lips against the inside of his hand, nearly positive that she'd never been so turned on, not a day in her entire life.

She took in a shaky breath through her nose before nodding silently. She was so close she felt as if her vision was beginning to blur at the edges, her thighs beginning to tremble with her steadily building climax.

Stiles flexed the hand inside of her — for just a moment — to lessen the sore cramping from the repetitive motion of his fingers, resuming only a second later. And instead of ruining the progress toward her climax, the pressure of his palm pressing back down over her clit when he started up again sent her hurtling over the edge.

Her hand slipped down his back and she raked her hands over the fabric of his shirt desperately as her head fell back in pleasure. Her eyes clenched shut and her mouth went slack with a soft, drawn out moan beneath the palm of his left hand. Her hips twitched with each slow wave of the orgasm, continuing on and on when he didn't slow the caress of his fingers the way that she would have if she'd been pleasuring herself.

The hand over her mouth loosened cautiously before sliding to cup her cheek and she gasped a deep breath, her head clearing slightly at the tail end of the extraordinarily long orgasm.

"Okay," She whispered quietly, her body jerking again at the motion his fingers were still making inside of her. She couldn't hold back another quiet whine, "Okay that's-"

She reached down to gently tug at his arm until he got the message and withdrew his fingers. He slowly slipped them out of her underwear entirely and hesitated for a moment before resting his slick hand over her hip and squeezing softly.

Her breathing was heavy, her ears filled with a distant quiet ringing from the sheer strength of her orgasm, and Stiles was looking at her in the dark, his eyes raking over her flushed face in a slow motion.

"God." She whispered, looking up at him in disbelief, "That was-"

He blinked, as if he wasn't one hundred percent sure that she was going to say something positive, and she reached up to pull his mouth down against hers in a bruising kiss. She deepened it after only a few seconds, brushing her tongue across his languidly a couple of times before falling back to rest her head against the mattress again.

"I guess it was okay?" He asked with a nervous grin as he looked down at her again, "Because I've never- I mean, I guess that was kind of obvious, right?"

She slid a hand to cup his neck softly, "I- It's never-" She started in a whisper, the ringing in her ears finally fading out until she could barely hear it, "And then you- It just kept going and- Stiles, I- I'm being so serious right now-"

He interrupted her incoherent rambling by leaning down to kiss her again, brushing a lock of her hair back and tucking it behind her ear softly. He quickly deepened the kiss and her arms wound tight around the back of his neck yet again.

Their tongues brushed languidly for a while before she began to feel the tingling heat of arousal building up inside of her again. Without really thinking, she brought her leg up to wrap around the back of his thighs to pull him against her and he tumbled down clumsily. Each of them made a surprised noise of pleasure into the other's mouth when the hard line of his clothed cock pressed against her.

His mouth opened back up against hers hungrily with their next kiss and she used the leverage granted by her leg wrapped around him to lift her hips from the mattress. Another quiet sound escaped both of them as she began to eagerly grind herself up against his erection. At the obvious encouragement, Stiles readjusted more comfortably and rolled his hips down against her.

She quickly moved to wrap both of her legs around him, her thighs spreading further with the action, and on the next roll of his hips, the firm line of his cock rubbed against her clit over her underwear. It was quite possibly the best thing that she'd ever felt and she found herself meeting each of his movements halfway.

He continued to rut against her, forearms braced on either side of her head, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. Her body flushed with heat with the slow build of her second orgasm and she tightened her arms around his shoulders as she separated their mouths.

"That feels. So good." She said quietly, gasping on his next soft grind against her clit.

"I don't wanna come in my pants again but, also-" He rolled his hips down again and again, "'M definitely gonna come in my pants again." He admitted with a soft groan.

"Don't worry-" She gently maneuvered herself until she could press her mouth to the side of his throat in a biting kiss, "Me too."

He groaned again — the pitch of it higher and more desperate and all the more intoxicating — while she continued to kiss at his neck wetly, "Is that, like. Y're gonna come soon, or-" His knees slipped against the bed and his hips rocked that much harder against her, "'Cause 'm gonna come like- Like, really soon-"

Her whole body was overheated, prickling and buzzing of her building climax growing stronger with every firm drag of his cock against her clothed clit, but she knew she wasn't nearly there yet — not like he was. She brushed her lips along his neck in a few more gentle kisses as he ground down in a shaky rhythm.

"Sti, 's okay." She assured him after a moment, words muffled against his throat.

He turned his head and groaned a soft, distressed noise into her hair, "But I don't- I want you to-"

"Hey," She said softly, dropping her head back down against the mattress beneath him. Her lips brushed against his as she continued, "It's okay."

She took his head in her hands softly, her fingertips digging into the short hair behind his ears while she ran her thumbs along his cheekbones. She pressed her lips to his again in a soft peck, feeling it when his hips faltered slightly in their rhythmic movements.

He groaned again quietly, "I- I wanna make you-" He started.

"You can make me come after," She promised softly, "Seriously, 's okay. Come." She kissed him again but frowned when she pulled back slightly to see his face scrunched up like he was desperately trying to do the opposite. "Mieczysław," She murmured against his lips, with the intent of catching him off guard.

She smiled in satisfaction when his eyes flew open to looked down at her in surprise.

"Just let go." She encouraged gently.

"Shit." He dropped his forehead against hers on the next irregular roll of his hips, "So hot. Y're so hot." He pressed a hard kiss to her lips, "Will you- C'n you say it again?" He asked against her mouth, words muffled.

"Come?" She asked softly, her eyes flicking between his in question, "I- Let go?"

"No, no." He shook his head, his face somehow managing to flush a darker tinge of pink, "Shit. C'n you- Just.. Say my n-"

"Mieczysław?" She asked quietly. Stiles groaned again and his hips stuttered against her intoxicatingly, "C'mon, Mieczysław, 's okay." She whispered softly against his lips, her confidence growing when she saw the borderline painful look of bliss on his face. The next time he rutted against her, the head of his cock rubbed against her clit dead on and she gasped in surprise at the jolt of pleasure that shot through her, the name already on the tip of her tongue, "Mieczysław." She moaned quietly this time.

"Holy, god." He groaned in response.

"Feels so good," She breathed softly into the small space between their mouths. On the next roll of his hips, he managed to hit the same spot again by what had to have been pure luck, his tip catching on her clit once again, "Meesch-" A sharp gasp cut her off, "Mieczysław." She tried again, the name rolling from her tongue in a quiet whine.

His hips stuttered against her, mouth falling against hers in a slackened press of lips as his body tensed and jerked above her. She tightened her legs around his backside and rolled her hips on the mattress, grinding up against his cock to make up for his lack of movement. She felt it twitch through the thin fabric between them as he came in his boxers, a hot wet patch forming in the fabric pressed against her cunt. She continued to rut against him as he rode out his orgasm, the waves of it obvious each time his hips stuttered as she kissed him softly.

He dropped his head to her collarbone, panting hot, labored breaths over her skin as he recovered. Unwinding her legs from him slowly, her legs bent and bracketed his hips. She slid her hands down to his neck, fingertips running softly up and down his shoulders and back as his breathing slowed.

After a minute, she felt Stiles rub his forehead against her shoulder before he tilted his head to press gentle kisses to the curve of her neck. He leaned up onto his elbow and dragged his mouth in a slow trail along the sensitive skin, his right hand drifting to rest along her ribcage, thumb rubbing gently at her breast through the cotton of her bra. His tongue came out to brush a spot on the side of her throat on an open mouthed kiss and her hands tightened unconsciously over his tshirt where she'd been rubbing at his shoulders.

"Think I might have a thing for my neck being kissed." She admitted breathlessly, tipping her head to the side to allow him better access.

"Yeah?" He mumbled in question against her skin, scraping his teeth lightly but not biting down.

"Yeah," She affirmed, "Which is really unfortunate because I think hickeys are-" She paused to gasp when he bit down on a small patch of skin and sucked, hard. "Tacky. I-I think hickeys are really tacky." She finished.

"Oh." He laughed into her neck, kissing the skin he'd been abusing softly in apology, "Sorry 'bout that then. Won't do any more."

"The kissing though, the kissing's really good-" She commented, closing her eyes and tipping her head again when he moved to the other side of her neck. He ran his nose softly up her throat as he peppered hot kisses to the newly exposed skin. "Definitely approve of the kissing." She breathed.

The hand at her ribcage drifted lower, until his thumb was teasing at the waistband of her underwear once again, hooking beneath the elastic and tugging gently.

"How do you- D'you want me to finger you again or-" He murmured between kisses to her neck.

She groaned quietly, "Hearing you say it like that 's hot," She cut in, "Like, really, insanely hot." She repeated. His warm tongue came out to lick at a spot under her jaw and her hands fisted the back of his shirt tightly, "So hot." She breathed out.

"You didn't actually answer the question." He told her, pulling back to look down at her with a grin.

"Right." She realized, licking her lips in thought, "Um, okay. It seriously won't take long. If you just-"

He shook his head, "I don't- I don't care how long it takes-" He interjected seriously.

"Hush," She scolded softly, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, "'M tryin' to tell you how to make me come again."

"Carry on." He said quickly.

She dropped her arms from his back and reached her left hand to guide his right one beneath her underwear again. He let out a small breath over her lips and swallowed, eyes flicking between hers as she directed the placement of his fingers over her clit.

"So just- Y'know, right here?" She directed softly, taking a shaky breath as his fingertips came into contact with the small bundle of nerves. She fumbled for how to explain verbally something she'd only ever done to herself, "You don't need to really apply much pressure, just-"

She guided his index and middle finger to press down lightly and moved their hands in a slow motion, his fingers slipping with smooth movements in the slick of her arousal. She waited a few seconds, until she was sure he'd caught on, before removing her hand with a shaky sigh as his fingertips rubbed softly against her clit.

The orgasm she'd been building up a few minutes prior began to re-emerge even quicker than she'd anticipated. As he settled into an easy rhythm, her head fell back and her eyes drifted shut, letting out a long, shaky breath of air.

She could already feel the heat of her climax building in her gut, the familiar tightness in her spine twisting further, and she pinched her eyes shut tighter as the soft fuzz in her brain continued to cloud between heavy breaths.

"You're quieter like this." Stiles commented softly, lowering his head to kiss at her neck again. He moved carefully as he tried not to disrupt the placement of his fingers as he circled the sensitive nub beneath her underwear gently.

"It's easier-" She told him breathlessly, "'S easier when there's just one thing to focus on. When there's something inside it's-"

He mouthed at her neck and her thigh muscles flexed with how wide she had her legs spread beneath him. She gasped quietly and fought to remember what she'd been talking about.

"Overwhelming." She finally finished after a long minute, brain hazy.

The tongue tracing a pattern along her throat trailed up higher as his fingers slipped and swirled around her clit lightly and something inside of her snapped. She choked on a gasp as her orgasm rushed over her in a sudden wave. Her back arched up from the bed, pressing Stiles' face into her neck more firmly with the movement.

The second climax faded more quickly than the first and as soon as her brain cleared, she guided his lips up to hers with her fingers pressed into his jaw. His fingers were still moving in slow, smooth strokes through the wetness between her folds and her hips jerked spastically at the continued stimulation.

"Jesus, Sti, that-" She whispered, body twitching again as she reached down to dislodge his hand gently, "That's- 'm good."

He dropped his hand beside her head and blinked down at her, eyes flicking between hers slowly in the dimlylit room, "Oh, I didn't realize you.. Sorry."

She pressed her lips to his softly, "Don't apologize."

She watched his eyes drop down to the left side of her neck before he grinned at her, "So, no hickeys in the future?"

"Oh god. I have one now though, don't I?" She groaned.

He nodded, leaning down to press his mouth to a spot that she couldn't see, but she felt the way it stung sharply at the light pressure, "Won' happen again." He promised against her skin, kissing it once more before moving back to kiss her on the lips again, "But I will be kissing your neck any and every opportunity I get."

"Somehow, I think I can live with that." She laughed quietly. She bit down softly on her lower lip in deliberation as she looked up at him, "So.." She started slowly, "Mieczysław-"

He groaned in embarrassment and dropped his head against her chest.

"Hey, no, don't do that." She pleaded, reaching up to run her fingers over the softness of his short hair, "I just wanted to be sure, I mean.. That- That's something you like?"

His head rolled to the side but remained laying against her sternum as he spoke, "To be completely honest I didn't really realize it was something I liked 'til you said it. I mean, I probably should've realized it. My dick, like, literally twitched in my pants when you said it in the principal's office yesterday-"

She snorted a laugh, "I'm sorry, what?"

He pushed back up onto his elbows and narrowed his eyes down at her, "Okay, that is not that weird."

"I never said it was weird. I just- I'm surprised. I didn't realize me just saying it could have such a strong effect on you." She grinned in amusement.

"I mean, my dick also twitches like almost every morning when I see you for the first time." He said easily.

Her eyes flicked over his face slowly, "What? Are you being serious?" She asked cautiously.

"Of course I'm serious," He defended, "Dicks kinda do that. I'm pretty sure I've gotten a semi from a good batch of curly fries."

"Dicks are that easy?"

"They're that easy," He agreed with a chuckle, "I'm literally resting in a damp patch of come right now in my shorts and.." He pushed up and looked down at the small space between their bodies, "Yep. Definitely not outta commission."

"Well," She licked her lips, "It's good to know you have a good refractory period. Y'know. For future reference."

He groaned, "Don't say that or I'm really gonna get hard again."

She grinned, "Sorry."

He shook his head and leaned down to press a kiss of forgiveness to her lips with a smile of his own, "Change into pajamas and then bed?" He asked against her lips.

"Pajamas and then bed." She agreed easily, heart fluttering contentedly in her chest as his mouth captured hers in one final, lingering kiss.

The next night, Lydia picked through the small basket containing Amber's nail polish collection disapprovingly while a trashy television show played unwatched in the background.

"If the impressive hickey on your neck is any indication, I'd say your date went pretty well last night." Lydia stated slowly, attempting to sound bored but very clearly interested.

"My god," Amber started simply, pausing the motions of where she'd been painting her fingernails to throw her head back against the couch, "Lydia."

"Is that a, what do I do, the guy I'm in love with is awful in bed 'my god' or a Stilinski is secretly a sex god 'my god'?" Lydia questioned.

"I don't even know," Amber sighed, continuing quickly when Lydia shot her a sharp look, "I mean, it was seriously so.. He's so hot. And so, like, attentive? And hot. And he takes direction really well and his fingers. Lyds. He's so-"

"If the next word out of your mouth is 'hot', I'm leaving." The other girl threatened.

Amber held up her hands in surrender and sat back up to resume painting her nails, "It was very, very good. That's all I'm saying."

Lydia huffed suddenly, "Where is that pretty pink color you were wearing a couple weeks ago?" She asked, still furiously digging through the tiny bottles of nail polish.

Amber paused where she was finishing painting nude color over her own nails and frowned in thought, "Um, maybe it's in the cupboard in the downstairs bathroom?" She pondered aloud.

Lydia sighed woefully and stood from the couch, heading down the hallway toward the bathroom.

Amber finished touching up her nails and recapped the nail polish before dropping it into the basket with the rest of her collection. She blew a puff of air over the wet paint in an attempt to get them to dry faster when there was a familiar, ear-piercing scream from down the hallway.

She stumbled as she stood from the couch, legs tanging frustratingly in the throw blanket for a moment before she managed to kick herself free and run down the hall. When she pushed into the bathroom, Lydia was still screaming in horror, arms wrapped around her head protectively as she stood next to the open bathroom window.

"What?! Lydia!" Amber yelled, pulling her friend away from the window to look her up and down for any sort of injury, "Lydia, what-"

Her screams finally faded and Lydia pointed to the window with tears in her eyes, "He was there, again." The redhead whispered fearfully, "I saw him again. Amber, I swear to god he was right there."

"Who?" She asked quickly, looking back over her shoulder and out the window anxiously for a second, "Who was it?"

"Peter Hale." Lydia whispered, avoiding her gaze and instead focussing on a freckle on Amber's shoulder.

"Pete- Peter Hale?" She repeated slowly in confusion, "Peter Hale was outside?"

Lydia nodded, "But I don't know if it was really him." She admitted in a hushed voice, "He-he was twitching and thrashing around like he was seizing or something and- And when I saw him before his skin was burned and repulsive, but.. But this time he looked perfectly normal. And- I swear it must've been him at school yesterday-"

"You saw him at school?" Amber interrupted frantically.

"He led us to the trophy case," Lydia said, finally looking up at the brunette in confusion, "You were right behind me when we were following him."

Amber shook her head, "Lydia, I was only following you. There- there wasn't anybody else in the hallway."

Lydia's lower lip trembled, "I am not crazy."

Amber firmly gripped Lydia's shoulders beneath her hands, "I don't think you're crazy, okay?"

"But you think I'm seeing things- Things that aren't there." Lydia stated.

"I- I think that trauma does crazy things to us." Amber said slowly, "Especially when we bottle it up, and push it down, and avoid talking about it at all costs." She finished pointedly.

Lydia nodded, jaw clenched, "I-"

"Peter Hale is dead," Amber promised, "He's dead, alright? He can never hurt you again."

Lydia nodded once more and when her lip quivered again, Amber pulled her into a tight hug. The brunette wasn't expecting the embrace to be returned, but Lydia's arms came up quickly to wrap around her and she buried her face in her friend's neck as she began to cry.

"He can't hurt you." Amber promised again quietly, words muffled in Lydia's long hair, "He's dead. He can't hurt you, and I'll never let anyone hurt you again."

A week passed without further incident from Lydia, Derek's new pack, or the mysterious tailed creature that Scott and Allison had seen on the night of the full moon. Amber had tried to call Derek nearly a dozen times, but the number she had saved for him could no longer be accessed, greeting her with an obnoxious error message every time she tried to call.

At school the following Monday, she headed down the hallway on a mission. Scott had mentioned that he planned to confront Erica about Derek's future plans for his pack, but Amber hoped that she might be more successful getting information out of the other girl on her own.

She came to a stop just behind the blonde where she was standing at her locker fixing her lipgloss. Amber narrowed her eyes at the back of the werewolf's head as she tried to psych herself up to confront her.

Erica seemed to sense her presence after only a second and she turned around to look at Amber with a coy grin.

"Who's next?" Amber asked her, "I just know Derek's gonna change at least three, right? So who is it gonna be?"

Erica hummed a quiet laugh and closed her locker door before crossing the hallway, focussing on Amber with an eerily hungry look in her eyes. She backed the brunette into the wall on the other side of the hallway as she spoke in a soft, enticing voice.

"Why does there have to be someone else when we could have you?" Erica asked, batting her eyes innocently, "I know Derek wants you to join us. You could, you know." She said softly, bringing her arms up to the wall on either side of Amber's head and effectively caging her in.

"C'mon, Erica. Seriously, who does he have in mind?" She reiterated, trying intently to not focus on the close proximity of the werewolf to herself.

"Hm," Erica hummed, "Did you know, I never knew what I looked like during a seizure until someone took a video of me once and put it online?"

"I'm sorry. They shouldn't've done that." Amber said earnestly, unsure where exactly the blonde was going with the story.

"It happened during class," Erica continued, "I started seizing at my desk and everyone was saying how they should put something in my mouth until you noticed the little card on my keyring that says not to because it could break my teeth."

"I- I forgot about that." Amber admitted softly, thinking back and trying to remember the event that had taken place in the eighth grade.

"D'you remember what happened next?" Erica questioned, voice sounding surprisingly emotional. Amber shook her head and Erica's eyes narrowed as she leaned closer, "I piss myself. And they all start laughing," She recounted, "Y'know, the only good thing about seizures was that I never remembered them.. Until some brilliant Jerk-off!" Erica yelled the last word and Amber flinched at the scream so close to her own face, "-Had to go put cameras in everybody's phone."

"I'm really sorry that happened, Erica." Amber said, voice shaking embarrassingly with nerves, "It's terrible. But-"

"But, look at me now," Erica interrupted, dropping her gaze down her own body to gesture to her ample cleavage between them.

Amber couldn't help the way her own eyes followed Erica's movement and she tore her gaze back up to the other girl's face quickly, blinking as she tried to regain her composure. Erica laughed at the brunette in satisfaction and Amber flushed in embarrassment. Her eyes drifted down the hallway and she spotted Stiles at his own locker, holding the metal door in one hand as he looked down the hall at the two girls in confusion.

Erica followed her gaze this time and waved at Stiles with a sly wiggle of her fingers, "Hm, you only have eyes for him?" She pouted, leaning closer.

"Yes." Amber said firmly, reaching up to push the other girl back a step with hands on her shoulders, "And if you're not going to tell me what's going on with Derek, then I guess we're done here."

"Oh, don't be like that," Erica grinned, "I think there's a little conversation involving you, me, and Stiles that might be worth having-"

"No, thanks." Amber smiled tightly, "See you, Erica."

She shouldered past the werewolf and rushed down the hallway, heart still pounding in her chest. She hurried to where Stiles was still at his locker, putting his things away before lunch. He caught sight of her when she was only a few steps away and he raised his eyebrows in question.

"What was that about?" He asked, nodding toward where she'd been standing with Erica a few moments before.

"I was asking her who Derek was planning to turn next." She explained in a huff, annoyed at how badly the conversation had gone.

"Huh," Stiles said, closing his locker and dropping an arm around her shoulders as they headed toward the cafeteria, "It almost looked like she was gonna to kiss you." He laughed at the suggestion.

"Yeah.." She shook her head distractedly, "Things got kind of weird."

Stiles' steps faltered for only a moment as they walked and he looked at her in bewilderment, "Was she gonna to kiss you?"

"I'm honestly not sure," Amber admitted, "Like I said. things got weird. I think she was trying to throw me off so I'd forget my initial question."

Stiles was frowning and looked like he wanted to say something more, but his eyes seemed to catch on something as they stepped into the lunchroom.

"What?" She asked, reaching up to press her hand into his spine beneath his sweatshirt.

"Oh, no." He muttered, quickly dragging her across the cafeteria to where Scott was sitting.

Amber stumbled, tightening her hand around the fabric of his undershirt as she was dragged along. They stopped to stand behind Scott and Stiles pointed frantically in front of Scott's face toward a spot a few tables away.

"D'you see that?" Stiles asked them, eyes wide.

"What?" Scott questioned in confusion, following the line of Stiles' finger across the room, "It's an empty table."

"Oh, no." Amber realized, eyes glued to the table she and Stiles had been sitting at just the week before to make the trade for the keys to the ice rink.

"But whose table?" Stiles prompted Scott.

Scott's eyes widened as he, too, finally registered the information in front of him, "Boyd!"

After classes were over, Amber rushed down the hallway between her two best friends, pulling the straps of her backpack tighter over her shoulders as she and Stiles followed Scott out the front doors of the building.

"I'm heading to the ice rink to see if he's there," Scott told them, "If he's not at home, one of you call me. Got it?" He paused in his steps to give them a serious look.

"Wh- I-" Amber frowned, biting at her lip indecisively, "Maybe we should let him? Boyd, I mean. I- It's not like Derek's forcing them to do anything. He’s giving them a choice, right?" Just like he gave me, she thought silently.

Stiles tilted his head and shrugged, "She's kinda got a point, man."

Scott shook his head vehemently and moved between them to urge his friends forward again, "We can't."

"You gotta admit, Erica looks.. Really good." Amber pointed out.

Stiles nodded, "I'm- The word 'sensational' comes to mind." He added quickly.

His eyes flicked to Amber immediately upon processing what he'd said and she rolled her eyes fondly as she reached around to pat his shoulder to reassure him that she wasn't offended.

Scott stammered in disbelief, "Yeah? I- H- How good do you guys think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?"

"Alright." Stiles conceded, "All we're saying is, maybe this one isn't totally your responsibility."

"They all are," Scott said slowly, "And you guys know this thing's gonna get out of control. That makes me responsible."

"Alright," Stiles repeated, "We're with you. And.. I gotta say. This newfound ‘heroism’ thing is making me very attracted to you."

Amber snorted and Scott laughed in quiet reluctance.

"Shut up." Scott huffed, an embarrassed smile on his face.

"I couldn't agree more." Amber grinned, leaning against Scott until he was caged firmly between her and Stiles.

"'m serious," Stiles continued to press, "You wanna just, try making out for a sec?" He asked Scott.

Amber pushed up onto her toes and playfully brought her lips closer to Scott's face, puckering and leaning in until he broke and laughed, shoving them both away gently before continuing down the path to the parking lot and leaving them behind.

Stiles grinned at her and shrugged as if saying, What are you gonna do?

"Oh, well. I guess I'm stuck kissing you." He said in faux disappointment.

"Oh, no," She smiled fondly, "That's terrible."

He leaned down to press his lips to hers for only a second before he continued to pull her down the stairs toward the parked Jeep. The two climbed in quickly and as they started down the road, she turned in her seat to watch him drive.

"You do know where Boyd lives, right?" She questioned suddenly.

"Yeah, of course I do." Stiles said easily, eyes flicking across the car to look at her for a moment as he made a turn, "I had to give his keys back to him before he could go to work last Saturday."

"Oh, right." She nodded, leaning back in the passenger seat in relief.

The Boyd household was close to the school, only a few blocks away, and it didn’t take long at all to get there. Stiles parked on the curb and they both tumbled out of the vehicle and rushed up the path to the house.

"Boyd!" Amber shouted, "You home?"

She knocked on the door in a succession of quick raps of her fist while Stiles peeked in through the windows off to the side of the front stoop.

"Hey, Boyd?" He called out, "It's Stiles- Oh! Wow!" He exclaimed suddenly.

Amber spun around to see what had frightened him and found Erica standing directly behind them on the small doorstep, laughing at them amusedly and shaking her head.

"What are you doing here, guys?" Erica asked softly, smiling at them patronizingly, as if she'd caught them sneaking cookies before dinner.

"Uh, n-" Stiles started nervously, "We were just looking for, um.."

"Boyd?" Erica asked gently, eyes flicking between the two of them.

"Yup!" Amber confirmed quickly as Stiles agreed beside her, "But, he's not home, so I guess-"

"You know what you're both doing right now that's kinda funny?" Erica interrupted, looking back and forth between them again, "You're only looking at my eyes."

At the reminder, Amber nearly let her gaze drop down to the abundant amount of cleavage the other girl had on display, but she managed to stop herself at the last second with an awkward laugh.

"That's funny?" Stiles asked Erica.

"Well, yeah," The blonde grinned, looking between them with narrowed eyes, "Because it's that kind of look where you're both trying not to look anywhere but my eyes-"

"Wh- Why would we want to look anywhere but your eyes?" Amber questioned with a laugh.

Erica raised her eyebrows, "Mm, because I'm attractive.. And I have certain assets-"

"Seems incredibly rude to look anywhere but your eyes when we're having a conversation." Amber interrupted quickly, catching Stiles frantically nodding his head beside her out of the corner of her eye.

"But you want to, don't you?" Erica asked with an enchanting smile, stepping closer to them until her chest lightly brushed against them both as her gaze flicked between them, "Both of you. You want a nice, long. hard. look."

"Not really, no." Stiles denied quickly.

"Oh." Erica frowned, taking a small step back, "So, it's just my eyes?"

He nodded, "Yes. You have beautiful eyes."

Erica grinned, "I have beautiful everything."

"-And a newfound self-confidence." He observed.

"That's really great, Erica." Amber added quickly, grabbing Stiles' arm and pulling him a step to the side, "But, we should get going-"

Erica pushed both of them back lightning fast with a hand at the center of each of their chests, "You're not going anywhere."

"Why not?" Stiles questioned nervously.

Erica stepped back to grab a large, mysterious hunk of metal from her jacket pocket and held it up with an innocent grin, "You're having car trouble." She shrugged

The blonde swung her arm out to bash Stiles across the temple with the unknown car part and Amber gasped, eyes wide. He fell to the ground, a small cut on the side of his forehead bleeding slowly and Amber looked back to the werewolf furiously.

"Are you insane?" She yelled angrily, heart hammering in her chest.

Erica pursed her lips with a small shrug, "Huh. Y'know, I'm not sure."

The brunette flinched but didn't have enough time to dodge the blow before Erica had swung again and hit her on the side of her head with the heavy piece of metal. Amber fell back in a slow blur, consciousness gone completely before she'd even landed atop Stiles' unmoving body.

#stiles stilinski x oc #selenophiles #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #stilesfic #dylan obrien fanfic #stiles stilinski #teen wolf fic #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf #stiles smut #stiles stilinski smut #stiles x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #mieczyslaw stilinski #2x03 #*

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﹒﹒ unisex names masterlist !

back again with another masterlist for u all after receiving some anon suggestions . here's 250+ unisex first names for ur next character , these come from various influence points but some of them really are just pulled from thin air . the names are sorted by first letter but not alphabetically within each letter ! if u found this useful , feel free to like or reblog to boost this .

A : ashtyn , avery , adrian , anderson , abbott , aaren , aki , alix , amari , aden , arden , addison , angel , arizona , armani , ayla , austen , avani , august , ajay .

B : bailey , beck , bellamy , blaine , blake , brooks , bryce , bodhi , beverly , boston , boyd , benz , banks .

C : cameron , camden , carter , casey , charlie , chicago , carson , courtney .

D : dakota , dallas , delaney , denver , dylan , drew , dua .

E : eden , eli , elliot , emerson , emery , erin , evan , everest , ezra .

F : fallon , finley , finn , forest , foster , finnick , frankie .

G : gem , gabe , gray , genesis , garnet , greer .

H : hale , harley , harlow , harper , haven , hayden , hayes , hunter , hero , holland , hollis , hudson , honey .

I : indy , indiana , isa .

J : jace , jack , jade , jamie , jay , joey , jordan , jude , juniper , julian , jagger , journey .

K : kali , keegan , kelan , kendal , kenzie , kieran , kit , knox , kyle , kaiden , karsyn , kourtney .

L : lake , laurence , lennon , lennox , landry , levi , logan , london , luca , lux , lyric , love , link , lincoln .

M : maddox , madison , manning , manny , marlow , marley , mason , max , morgan , montana , milo , michi , memphis , milan , mica .

N : nevada , nicky , noah , nye , nova , nash , nyjah .

O : ollie , ozzy , orion , onyx , oakley , owen , oliver , ocean , opal , otto , orlando , odelia .

P : paris , pratt , parker , pascal , pax , paxton , paxon , penn , peyton , phoenix , presley , psalm , pearl .

Q : quincy , quinn , quentin .

R : rae , ryan , reagan , reed , reece , rei , rem , riley , river , robin , rocky , rory , royal , rowan , ryder , ryker , reign , rue .

S : sean , sacha , sailor , salem , sam , sawyer , scout , shiloh , skye , skyler , sloane , sol , spencer , stevie , sutton , sydney , storm , sab , seven , saint , sage , shelby , silver .

T : tai , teagan , torrence , tyler , tristan , trevor , tove , toni , tommy , theo , terry , tatum , tanner , tate , tayler , taryn , tris .

U : uma .

V : val , vesper , vega , vaughn , vince , venus , vinny .

W : waverly , wade , whitney , winnie , willy , wylie , wren , wyatt , winter , winslow , wolfe , west , weston .

X : xio , xyla , xashary .

Y : yael , yves , yara , yensi , yale .

Z : zane , zuri , zoe , zion , zayden , zero .

#m:masterlist #unisex name masterlist #name masterlist #rpc #rph #rpt

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Character Name Ideas (Male)

So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:

A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai

#will i use these names for future characters? absolutely yes #okay to reblog this #okay to reblog

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ELVIS RECORDED A SONG FOR HIS FATHER

The story of the track “If I’m A Fool (For Loving You)” recorded at the American Sound Studio in Memphis, Tennessee (1969)

[ABOVE] Elvis and his father, Vernon Presley, early 60s and 70s.

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JANUARY 20, 1969 - AMERICAN SOUND STUDIO, MEMPHIS TENNESSEE

Elvis was working with the musicians in the studio since the night before, January 19. The night went on and it was already past midnight when, during a pause to catch the breath, Elvis Presley casually finds another song to record yet at that same recording session.

JANUARY 20, 1969 - AMERICAN SOUND STUDIO, MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE By 4:30 the next morning they were tired — and they’d pretty much exhausted the song list they’d come in with. Elvis and piano player Bobby Wood were sitting quietly on the piano bench talking about religion and music. Bobby had had a minor hit as a recording artist with “Searchin’” and had recorded Sun writer Stan Kesler’s “If I’m A Fool (For Loving You).” Elvis introduced Bobby to his father, and when Vernon said that “If I’m A Fool” was one of his favorites, Elvis decided to give it a try. Excerpt from "Elvis Presley: A Life in Music - The Complete Recording Sessions" (1998) by Ernst Jorgensen and Peter Guralnick

In an interview, this is what Bobby himself said about that moment:

Q: In 1964, you had a hit. Can you tell us when Elvis covered it? A: Yes, 'If I'm a Fool' in 1964 was a pretty big hit for me and so Elvis had know about that and his dad came in one night at the studio while we were recording Elvis. And he said, 'Dad, I'd like to have you meet somebody here'. And so he brought him over and I shook hands with him and then he introduced us and he said, 'Do you know who this guy is?' And he said, 'No, I'm not sure'. So Elvis said, 'What's your favorite record'. And he said, 'If I'm a Fool'. And he said, 'This is the guy that sang it'. And of course his father just said, 'Woah'. So Elvis went on and did it for his dad because that was one of his dad's favorite songs at the time.

Source: www.elvis.com.au

— BOBBY WOOD'S "IF I'M A FOOL (FOR LOVING YOU)", THE SONG VERNON PRESLEY HEARD AND APPRECIATED:

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— [BELOW] Bobby Wood's EP released in 1964

— [BELOW] ELVIS' RECORDINGS: TAKES 1, 2 & 3 — JANUARY 20, 1969

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What Elvis thought about his own performance on the song:

Maybe it was just too late in the day to introduce a new song, but even with Bobby’s help the master they produced elicited only one word from Elvis: “Rotten.” It’s a measure of how high Elvis’s standards had risen by this point: The master of “If I’m A Fool” may have been one of the lesser cuts Elvis made at American, but measured against the years of Hollywood soundtrack crap that came before, it was still a giant leap of musicality. Excerpt from "Elvis Presley: A Life in Music - The Complete Recording Sessions" (1998) by Ernst Jorgensen and Peter Guralnick

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THE MASTER OF "IF I'M A FOOL (FOR LOVING YOU)" WAS FIRST RELEASED IN 1970 IN THE COMPILATION ALBUM "LET'S BE FRIENDS".

Later the track was also released in the reissued album "From Elvis in Memphis" as bonus track in the "40th Anniversary Edition" (legacy edition, 2009).

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MUSIC INFO: IF I'M A FOOL (FOR LOVING YOU)

Lyrics by Stanley Kesler.

Recorded February 20, 1969 at American Sound Studio, Memphis.

Guitar: Reggie Young, Elvis Presley. Bass: Tommy Cogbill. Drums: Gene Chrisman. Piano: Bobby Wood, Elvis Presley, Ronnie. Organ: Bobby Emmons. Harmonica: Ed Kollis. Trumpet: R. F. Taylor, Wayne Jackson, Dick Steff. Sax & Trombone: Jackie Thomas. Sax: Glen Spreen, J. P. Luper. Trombone: Jackie Thomas, Jack Hale, Gerald Richardson, French Horn: Tony Cason, Joe D'Gerolamo. Vocals: Mary (Jeannie) Green, Donna Thatcher, Susan Pilkington, Mary Holladay, Dolores Edgin, Hurshel Wiginton, Joe Babcock, Millie Kirkham, Sonja Montgomery.

Source: www.elvisthemusic.com

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Elvis didn't only covered one version from his pianist Bobby Wood previously recorded tracks, but two. Still from the "Elvis Presley: A Life In Music" book:

On the 22nd Elvis returned to do repairs and to try another song Bobby Wood had recorded, the religious “Who Am I”.

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Elvis' second song cover that had been previously recorded by Bobby Wood, "Who Am I?" was recorded in February 22, 1969 at the American Sound Studio, and first released in March 1971 in the compilation album "You'll Never Walk Alone". The track followed the same destiny as "If I'm A Fool (For Loving You)" being later released as a part of the "From Elvis in Memphis – 40th Anniversary Edition" (2009) also as a bonus track. Unfortunately I couldn't find Bobby's recording, not even the released EP with it.

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Here's a quick interview in video with Bobby Wood telling how he met Elvis and his impressions of him.

You can read a longer interview HERE [elvis.com.au].

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Well, well, well. Such a nice info I came across today. I wonder if Vernon liked his son's version of Bobby Wood's country song "If I'm A Fool", one of his favorites at the time. Anyhow, it's cute to learn Elvis was not at first interested in recording this song until he acknowledged his father's personal liking of it. I guess it makes this tune a special gift to Vernon from his son, if you think about it. It was one 'at the spur of the moment' decisions when Elvis just followed his heart. ♥

PICTURES: Elvis and his father, Vernon, and the R&B legend, Roy Hamilton, filmed during one of the recording sessions at the American Sound Studio in Memphis, Tennessee. Circa January 22, 1969.

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queersrus · 6 months

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astronomy witch theme

(nick)names:

astra, astro, astre, astera, astel/astelle, astella, ariel, aura, aurora, aurore, aure, aurelie/auralie, auralia/aurelia, atlas, aristar, aries, altair, astreaus, aether, apollo, apolla, artemis bila, boreals, boreal comet, cosma, cosmic, cosmo, celest/celeste, celestia, celestio, callisto, calypso, Cassiopeia, claudius, caelum, caelus, cassio dusk, dawn estel/estell/estelle, estella, elera, elio, esther, eclipse, eclipsa, eclipso, eostre, eos galaxy, galactica, galactico, galactix, galactic, galacta, galaxius hecate/hekate, helios, hemera, hera iris, ira juno, jupiter, janus kepler, keyra/kayra lune, luna/loona, lunar, luno, lunette, lyra moon, moona, mars/marz, miranda, meno nova, nix/nyx, nox, nuit pandora, pallas, pulsar, pollux rhea stel/stell/stelle, stella, steller/stellar, star, stella, stary/starie, sol, soleil, solar, solette, solina, solana, solace, solstice tian vesper, vega xian zorya

surnames:

astra, ayla, airy, array, aquila, antlia estrela/estrella, eddington, eridanus kepler, kuiper herschel, halley, hale, hypatia, hevelius drake starcatcher, starwatch, stargaze(r), starlight, scorpius, spellman Cassiopeia orion ursa delphi, delphius pictor fortune le fay/fe/faye nightingale, nighwatch, nightmoon moon brightmoon gloom, gloam

titles:

the witch of the stars, the witch who studies the stars, the star watch, the astronomer, the witch, the astronomer witch, the stellar witch, the witch who knows the sky, the witch of the night sky

(prn) who knows the stars, (prn) who studdies the stars, (prn) who knows the magic of the stars, (prn) who practices witchcraft in starligh, (prn) who studdies magic by starlight

1st p: i/me/my/mine/myself

si/star/stars/starself sti/stell/stellars/stellarself ai/astre/astros/astroself ai/astronome/astronomy/astronomine/astronomyself wi/witch/witches/witch's/witchself wy/witch/witchs/witchself ci/conste/consteli/constellations/constellationself mi/magi/magics/magicself

2nd p: you/your/yours/yourself

sto/star/stars/starself sto/steller/stellers/stellerself astro/astr/astrs/astrself astro/astronomer/astronomers/astronomerself wo/witcher/witchers/witcherself co/consteller/constellers/constellerself mo/magicr/magicrs/magicrself

3rd p: they/them/theirs/themself

star/stars, sta/ar, star/stary, stary/sky, stary/night, star/light stell/stella, stell/a, stel/la, stell/steller, steller/stellers, stellar/stellars astro/astros, astro/astronomy, astro/nomy, astro/nomer, astro/astronomer, astronomy/astronomys, astronomy/astronomer constellation/constellations, constell/constellation, constell/ation wit/ch, witch/witches, wit/witch, wi/witch, witch/witchy, witch/craft, witchcraft/witchcrafts magic/magics, ma/gic, magic/magical

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yourwinchesterbros · 2 years

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“Rule Breaker” Part One

Part two available!

Word Count: 4.5K

Pairing: Jax Teller x Female Reader x Damon Hale

Summary: Reader is the new manager of Diosa as she takes Jax’s hand in the world of SAMCRO. She loves her new life being bad but things go awry when an unwanted visitor arrives from her past.

Authors Note: Part Two is in the making and will be posted if requested! This is a realistic take in the life of a motorcycle gang, warnings are posted below. Part Two will be majority of Jax Tellers response to this scenario.

This fic is 18+ only, Minors do not interact

Warnings: Use of y/n, Smut, Swearing, Violence, Mention of weapons, Talks of sex, Non consented Sex, R*pe, Choking, (P in V), Oral Sex, Hair grabbing, Threats, Unprotected Sex.

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“Good job girls” you say with a smile as you grip a wad of green handed to you by your “escorts”.

Diosa just closed with yet another successful night. Ever since you took over management from Nero as he moved onto better business with Jax running guns, Diosa really started to thrive. Before this, you were working in the police force, just a rookie that knew no better. It wasn’t long until you were roped up in the dramas that ensued in Charming. And it most definitely wasn’t long for you to meet Jax teller and immediately fall for his piercing blue eyes that sparkled and all that came with him. You never really predicted all the events that took place along the way, but who ever does?

It was over 2 years ago, when you were working a case with Deputy Hale. That case was revolved around revealing the fact that “Teller-Morrow Automotive” was just a front, made for concealing a well functioning and severely armed cartel. Not just a family run car joint for hot bikers to park at. It was a business that contained some of the most horrific men, those that had the abilities to make people, simply disappear. You shudder at the memory of what once was your perception of the club.

With joining the police force, great pride and dedication became you. You’ve wanted to be an officer all your life, ensuring your small hometown of Charming stays... well, charming. During your time watching and monitoring SAMCRO, there came a few close calls. Working behind Deputy Hale and observing his efforts to bust Clay and his son, consisted of long and exhausting nights. Each time Hale was nearing the finish line, they yet again persevered as they did every time, and grand-fully escaped. Despite Hale’s attempts, there came one destined, unfortunate night that resulted in the worst way possible. It was only later that you realized, Hale had kept some secrets from you. Unquestionably, he was working alongside with those of SAMCRO. It’s unclear when he turned and caved to their ways but ultimately, he did, and in the end, it cost his life. That’s when you officially took the lead of the case and by no surprise, you evidently failed. As the it came to light you were lead sheriff on the case, the SONS then worked their magic on you. Deputy Hale was survived by his son – Damon, Damon Hale.

This is a man that was at one time, suspended from the police force, which was ordered by his own father. A man whom you spent a few restless, and memorable intimate nights with. A man who proved time and time again, that he was driven by hatred. There undoubtedly was bad history between him and his father, I mean you were assigned to work as sheriff under Deputy Hale, over his own son. That alone spoke more volume than words could share. You never bothered to dig for explanations, this was due to the fact that Damon became enraged at any subject mentioning David Hale. And that rage turned to violence. It wasn’t long before Damon’s true colors showed which if one had to be chosen, it would be red. Violence was his favorite thing, as well as his solutions to all problems. After a tiring month of being torn between working with the sons and their club and Damon with the police force, Jax won you over effortlessly.

Now, talk about a man. Jax fucking Teller. How do you describe a person whom possesses things, both good and bad? He’s hardworking, for all the wrong reasons, passionate for all the right reasons, a combination of a great father, lover and president yet at the same time a stone-cold killer. You grin at this thought. There was something undeniably sexy about Jax and his dark side, the side that made you forever feel protected. After working alongside the SONS while working the badge, you and Jax shared many, many nights. Just the two of you, discussing how to cover up Happy’s latest kill or Tigs latest fight over god knows what, probably saving a dog. The chemistry between you and Jax was too obvious to ignore, and the sexual tension, my god. Once Jax caved to his feelings and vulnerably handed himself over to you, you accepted with a fiery love for him and a love for being bad. Flash forward to becoming a young, retired cop, to now young Manager of Diosa. You had the club, the girls, the Harley and best of all, the oh so desired president of SAMCRO, Jax Teller. Life simply made sense in this hidden world inside Charming.

Your office landline rings. Startling you out of this daydream of what once was and now is.

You pick up the line, “Thank you for calling Diosa, Y/N speaking, how can I help you?”

“Hey darlin’ ”

Ugh, just his voice brings you a spur of butterflies.

“Just making sure you’re still at Diosa, I don’t see you here at the clubhouse?” Jax asks you with a hint of concern in his voice. He never fails to notice when you’re working late.

“Good evening Jax, I’m just closing shop, I’ll be over there shortly” You manage to contain your pleasure as you try to present yourself professionally.

“Sweetheart, I love hearing you say my name but cut the ladylike act and get your ass over here, that’s an order from your actual boss” He chuckles. “I’ve been thinking about you all day”.

You laugh over the phone “I’m coming soon, another busy day here”.

“I knew hiring you was one of the best investments I could ever make” You hear his voice deepen. “You’re still following my one rule, right?”

As if Jax wasn’t paying Lyla to keep a close eye on your good behavior in Diosa. “I run the house, the girls, but I don’t get on my knees for the clients” you say obediently. “Although if I did, I would probably increase clientele” You slyly grin as you know the very reaction you’ll receive.

“That’s not funny Y/N” He responds sharply “Don’t joke about that shit. I don’t share. You belong to me and me only” You can practically hear him biting his lower lip in frustration over the end of the other line, taking in a deep drag of his cigarette.

“I know baby, I’m just fucking with you. I’ll make up for it tonight at the party. How’s that sound?” you rapidly start fantasizing about his lips, and his arms and the sound he makes when –

“Darlin’, I’ll come pick you up right now. Fuck the party” He answers teasingly. “I’d love to see you on my bike with whatever you got on today”

“Actually..I am wearing your favorite top today...” You hear him groan over the line.

“You’re wearing the black corset, aren’t you?” He asks eagerly.

“Mmmhm” You hum back.

“Oh god, you’re killing me babe” He groans again.

“See you soon Teller” You know Jax can hear the smile on your face.

“I better darlin’, got a gift for you when you get here”. He chuckles referring to his hard on.

You hang up the phone only to hear the doorbell ring. Annoyance builds as your focus has shifted to getting to the clubhouse as quickly as you can. The sooner you arrive, the sooner you get to see your president. You never keep the man in cut waiting for too long.

Who could that be? You ponder as you make your way over to the brown mahogany front doors of Diosa. Your black stilettos thundering the floor with every step. You briefly catch yourself in the hall mirror and adjust your black lace corset, that hold your D cup breasts on display. You brush out your long brown hair with your fingertips and you tug down your barely there skirt before you answer the mystery that awaits outside Diosa.

Maybe Lyla forgot something? You unlock the heavy golden bolts as the sound sends echoes throughout the empty brothel.

With a swing of the left door, your smile quickly descends to shock.

“God damn Y/N” Damon whistles following his words. He puts on a mischievous smile. He’s a handsome man, well built with his biceps bulging out of his too tight uniform. He matches the height of Jax and possesses short dark brown hair with deep green eyes that on some days have a glimmer of gold. You used to admire this man. You used to admire his freckles and clean-shaven face he always upkept as he represents authority. But those were the days before he changed, before his compulsive need to control charming and thrill of using his pistol whenever he could, took over the well-respected man he once was. Now the sight of Damon, makes you freeze in your tracks.

“Damon” you respond still in shock but with a dreaded tone. You know he already knows you’re afraid of him and you didn’t hide it well. “We’re closed for the night” you say quickly as you attempt to close the door. His police boot catches the gap and prevents you from shutting it.

“I just want to talk Y/N, no need to cast me away. It’ll be quick but it’s important”. He says with a concerned expression on his face. Eyes locking on yours. He was always so hard to read.

With hesitation and a moment spared analyzing his face, you give up and open the door for his entrance. What the fuck does he want? The last time you saw him was when you handed in your resignation and early retirement letter. He over the year discovered what you were really doing with the SONS and with Jax. He tried to keep you away from the club and keep you by his side at the station, but he didn’t stand a chance. The club called to you. That day, he ended his relationship with you with nothing but a threat, that you’d regret your actions for choosing crime over authority hence, Jax over Damon.

“Damon” You sigh as you watch him show himself to the lounge. He makes cozy on the leather couches, legs spread open, arms resting on the ridges. Guess its not a quick chat after all, Fuck.

“I don’t have much time, so what is it you need to talk about”. You say as you cross your arms. Immediate regret arises when you realize you positioned your breasts higher up in your corset earlier. Damon makes no fail to scan your figure and appreciate the display. You cringe.

“Now, I didn’t want to have to do this, however Y/N, you leave me no choice as you deliberately work alongside the sons” he spits the words. “I’m sure you’re aware that I don’t give up easily on my investigations, regardless of the fact that you’re now a part of it”. He pulls out a thick brown cigar and places it in his lips. His eyes never parting from yours, he with a flick of his Bic, holds the flame in place and starts to puff until there’s a steady pull. The silence makes you uneasy.

You break the tension “I’m sure you’re aware, Damon, but there’s nothing to investigate, Now kindly - get out”. With hope that this encounter ends here, you sway your hips as you turn to the door to guide him to his exit. You hear his heavy footsteps follow behind you. Uncontrollably, you flinch as his arm surpasses your head reaching for the bolt. The same sound echoes as he locks it. Fuck.

“Sit down, I said we need to talk” His expression different than what it was before. All kindness has left his eyes. His voice had deepened, gravelly almost.

You slowly turn back towards the lounge, a million thoughts going through your head. What does he know?

Rather than sit on the couch, you take your seat at the bar, across from the lounge. You cross your smooth legs once sat on the barstool. Your eyes narrow in on his stupid badge, almost mockingly shiny. You were nervous, and yet even though you used to wear the uniform, it still intimidated you. Especially on a man like Damon.

“Listen here and listen closely Y/N” he says as he invades your space by towering over you. His hands placed on either side of you on the bar table. As he speaks, the smoke from his cigar leaks from his lips into your face. You cover your mouth to stifle a cough.

“This wonderful place of young pussy and high tits” he speaks with his cigar in between his teeth while looking down your corset “It has some legal issues, baby”. He brings his glare back to your face.

“Diosa isn’t what you thi-” You start but you’re quickly interrupted.

“The transaction that involves in both purchase and sale of sexual favors here in San Joaquin county is just simply, Illegal” With his eyes locked onto yours, He tilts his head sarcastically and pouts his lips as if to project empathy for you.

With an arch of your brows, you remember what Nero told you and stand your ground to say “Diosa is strictly an escort service for which I have a permit that is hung in my office over there” you point to the room behind him to the left as you stand up to show him.

Damon swiftly grabs you tightly by the neck “Sit the fuck down “His words piercing you. He’s only inches away from your face. Moving his Cigar with one hand to the ashtray on the bar table, he holds his other hand firmly on your throat. During those intimate nights with Damon, this was his favorite way to dominate you however this time, it’s more than that.

You freeze, as you’re at his mercy looking up at him with your doe green eyes. You see something shift in his. He pulls away from your stare and diverts down to your lips. He squeezes your neck ever so slightly to watch your lips part as you pull for air. “That’s right” he whispers as he clenches his jaw.

You struggle to breathe, but you don’t dare put your hands on his to break away. You remember his rules when it came to him dominating you. Finally, he releases. Your neck is already throbbing from the pressure that was there. You try to ignore this and concentrate on your gasps for air.

“Let’s try this again” He starts, moving his hands back to the table, again towering over you. “I got a warrant to search the club tonight”, Now he raises his brow to watch your reaction. He’s enjoying this.

You try to conceal the panic that rises in your chest. Fuck. There’s a party tonight. The guns, blow, crow eaters are all enough to put your boys in cuffs. That club is yours, and you have every intent of protecting those men in cuts, the same as they protect you. Damon smirks as he watches your thoughts generate. Before you can say anything, he continues.

“One phone call”, he grabs his phone out of his pant pocket to show you the contact number on his screen. “I hit this button, the swat team turn off Pine Rd and surprise your little gang bang tonight. Surely you understand that means your boy Teller comes back to the station with me”. Damon licks his bottom lip slyly. He holds his phone in one hand, and to your surprise he uses his other to start unbuckling his belt. You know exactly where this is going.

“Damon, please.” You start to beg. “You don’t have to do this. I’m sorry for hurting you when I left, I can’t help it, I belong here!” He stops unbuckling and reaches over to press the green cell icon. “Wait, Damon, Damon, listen. I have money, I can give you dirt on the Niners, it’ll project your career! All I ask is please, just leave the club out of this. This is clearly between us!”. You say as you raise your voice higher and higher each time, he taunts you with pressing the button.

“You didn’t just hurt me!” Damon screams sending a jolt through your system “You fucking betrayed me! If I can’t have you, no one can, especially that greasy fucking biker!” He Presses the green icon.

“No no! Damon, I’m yours, I’m yours” You break the one rule you always abided by and immediately drop to your knees “I’m here, I’m sorry, please” You beg.

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“Come on man, green light, give me the green light” Half Sac wines. It’s 11pm and Half Sac knew very well about tonight’s event, and he knew how the club liked to party. Half sac is usually sent on crap runs to keep him out of the club on nights like this as he’s a prospect and still needs to earn his worthy spot in the SAMCRO festivities. But tonight, tonight was different. Tig decided to give him only a few errands to run, and if he was quick enough, he maybe could make it back in time before all the crow eaters were occupied. After the past two weeks, under Jax’s command of club schedule, it had been hell for all the boys in cuts and a night of heavy drinking and topless company was much desired.

“Finally,”. Half sac smiles at the green light as he slams on the gas. He turns up the radio as he hears Alice Cooper singing “Eighteen”. A classic. As he sings along to the lyrics, he notices your car is still at Diosa. He quickly turns the music down. “Man, she’s still there?”. His eyes widen as he sees the cop truck on the other side of Diosa’s entrance. “What the fuck?” he mutters under his breath. With hesitancy, he considers hauling ass to the club and preventing any more risk on missing out on that sweet, sweet blow job he’s been daydreaming about. “Nah, I can’t”.

He turns abruptly into the brothels parking lot. With a swift kick of the van door, he hops out and skip runs up the steps to the doors. “Y/N!” He yells. He grabs the long vertical golden handles on the doors, but they don’t budge. Half Sac frowns. “Okay... that’s not good” he whispers. He attempts to knock and holler for you but no response. All he hears is Diosa’s stereo system blaring the same song on the same station. He skips back down the stairs of Diosa and climbs into the van. He fires her up and makes his way back to the club, silver cell in hand, dialing none other than his president, Jax.

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Damon hangs up the phone. “It’s cancelled”. He tosses the phone on the couch and makes his way to you while you’re still on your knees. You look at the clock that hangs on the wall of your office through the little window that sits in between the wall of the office and lounge, 10:30pm you read. You last spoke with Jax around 9:45pm as Diosa closes for the night at 9:30pm. You accept the circumstances of the situation. When it comes to protecting the club and most importantly Jax, you would do anything. Your man of power didn't need to know about this. Besides you know how little Damon lasts anyways.

He reaches for the stereo remote and cranks the volume as he positions himself in front of you. You unbuckle his brown leather belt, slowly just to build that anticipation for Damon. You hear him lightly groan already.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’ve missed your tight mouth”. You grit your teeth. Let’s just get this over with.

You slip his belt out of the hoops, fold it in half and whip it against the floor, you look up at him and lick your lips arousingly. You feel his bulge grow more under his zipper. You unbutton his pants and slowly slide down his zipper to excite his growth even more so. With eagerness, Damon proceeds to pulls down his pants and black SAXX boxers to reveal his swelling thick cock.

“Take it nice and slow, I want fill your mouth” he pants. You roll your eyes beneath him and grip his hardness as it jerks up to the touch. You use your tongue to wet the base, the shaft and slide all the way to the tip. Without warning, he grabs the back of your your head, grips a ball of your hair and forces him into you. Damon wanted to ravage you, to hurt you at the same time. He hated the dark thoughts that sat with him all those nights he polished off 2/6s of Whiskey straight. Always straight. He often thought of the moans you made, the way you squeezed his cock when he filled you. But Jax, Jax was the one whom you obeyed to now. To Damon, a low life criminal didn’t deserve you. But of course, no one did. Only he deserved you. With rage rising in him as he thought of Jax filling your mouth, he shoved you deeper, forcing you to deep throat. You gagged and attempt to pull away, but he pulls you back deeper. With struggling breaths, Damon thrusts his hips faster as he holds your head, aware of your desperation to pull away for air. He watches down at you, teeth clenched as you stare at him. As he nears his orgasm, he’s even rougher. Tears start streaming down your face, he’s deliberately hurting you. You’re choking on your own saliva as he fucks your mouth, your lips swelling. Out of sheer panic and loss of nasal breathing you grip his thigh and dig in with your nails, it was the nicer route you took, to get away.

“Fuck!” Damon stumbles back as you gasp for air, drooling onto the floor.

“Fuck you, get the fuck out, You got what you wanted!” You scream at him in between gasps and pointed to the doors. You try to collect yourself, wiping away at your lips.

“You were fucking choking me, you pathetic fuck!” you yelled in anger.

The look on his face frightened you, more so than you already were.

“Oh no no sweetheart, we’re just getting started”. He charges at you. As you panic to get to the front door, he pushes you against the wall. You end up grabbing the blinds of the window by the front door to brace your fall, but they give out, falling with you. You see him looking at his thigh wound, Deep dark red lines with little domes of blood surfacing, you scramble to get up and run to your office. You know In your drawer you have a switch blade. But it’s too late, Damon follows you in. With strong hands, he has you pinned up against your desk. He rips the top of your corset, your straps cutting into your shoulder until they break, freeing your breasts. He aggressively cups you while he starts kissing down your neck, threats of teeth lightly biting you. You try to hit him, to push him off, but the sheer weight of him is too much. He grabs both your wrist with one hand and holds them behind your back while he savages your nipples.

“These perfect tits belong to me” He growls as he tugs on your nipple with his teeth. You manage to free your leg and knee him in the crotch. He wails but it turns to growling. You see a split second of an out and take it. As you run to exit the office, once again he grabs you by the hair and pulls you back to the desk slamming your head onto it.

“Fuck you!” You scream as you feel the pooling of blood form from your forehead onto the surface of your desk. He has you pinned.

“You should have fucking listened to me huh!?” He yells into your ear as he holds your head down. With the room spinning, You feel him lift your skirt. Exposing your G string. Damon holds you down with one arm, his hand on the back of your neck, his elbow digging into your lower waist as he uses his other to begin spanking you, hard. He slaps your rear; each time you squeal from the pain he follows up with another.

“That’s right you fucking bitch” He growls as he lays another slap on your red cheeks.

“You’re a sad excuse of a man” You manage to spit out.

“What did you fucking say?” You hear his breathless deep voice behind you. Music still blaring through the walls of Diosa.

“I said, you’re a fucking - sad - excuse - of a man, it’s no wonder I left you for Jax!” You scream, face still against the cool hard surface of your desk.

He turns you around facing him, his fingers digging into your arms, your back now leaning against the desk. Before you can react, you feel a sharp infliction across your face, resulting in your bottom lip to split. You taste your own blood. Another one comes at you, nearly knocking you off the desk all together. Damon repositions you, lifts you as if you weigh nothing and slams you down on your rear. Now sitting, facing him, your head still in his grasp, he pulls your thong to the side and shoves into you. You shriek with pain. He releases your hair and firmly grabs your chin.

“Now fucking look at me when I’m fucking you” He orders as he stares you down with darkened eyes. With each thrust you start to lose consciousness; your sight drifts out the little window in the office that looks to the lounge. You see the window by the doors of Diosa, where you ripped the blinds off and to your surprise, you think you see lights in the dark pulling up in your parking lot.

It’s the Harleys, it’s the boys, it’s Jax.

You look up at Damon as he continues to thrust into you, he sees you’re smiling from ear to ear, despite the blood on your teeth, dripping out your mouth.

“Oh, now you like it huh?” He stares back at you with those dark green eyes, grabbing your hair to pull your head back. He bites your neck.

You laugh, “Damon you fucking idiot, you’re about to meet the Reaper”.

He releases your head to look at your gaze with confusion. You greet him again by spitting your blood in his face, just in time to see Jax break down the front doors of Diosa. The minute Jax’s eyes meet yours through that window, you only saw the bad side of him, the part that makes you feel protected, the dark blue eyes of a stone-cold killer.

#jax teller #charlie hunnam #sons of anarchy #soa #fanfic #samcro #soa imagine #jax teller x reader #my writing #yourwinchesterbros

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domesticated-feral · 7 months

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small town AU where:

Scott and Melissa moved there after losing the house during the divorce and she's working at the rural clinic while he's working under Dr. Deaton.

Stiles is still the kid of a sheriff and the sheriff's department takes care of beacon hills as well as the surrounding other small towns in the county :)

Four words, Livestock Veterinarian Alan Deaton! Four more bonus words Livestock Veterinary Assistant Scott!!! A bunch of more words Deaton and Scott with cute little baby farm animals!!!!!!!!

(if i truly had the energy to do so, i would love to continue writing my livestock vet Scott + farmhand Stiles fic, but that's a different AU)

Derek Hale is a city kid turned farmhand on an old man's farm (the old man in question is Elias, Stiles' grandfather)(and to the question why is Stiles or his father working at the farm is because 1. Elias lets his son work as a sheriff because whatever and 2. Stiles is a walking disaster no way is he letting that boy in charge of farm chores nuh uh not even on a lazy almost fall summer day where there's not much than the usual morning feeding also 3. Derek was only hired after Elias accepted that he was not as young and capable as he used to be and Noah and Stiles put themselves in charge of finding a farmhand)(Derek was the only one to send in a reply to their job ad) and the farm primarily raises sheep for meat and wool but I'd like to think that after Derek started working there a few years back he'd regularly add in new animals every summer or so. Sometimes he'd raise poultry, sometimes it's a small drove of pigs, sometimes it's not even animals but just a crop of pumpkins and squash and tomatoes and cucumbers!!

Derek loves the sheep. He's a shepherd through and through.

Jackson is not a whittemore but a miller, except his parents just died a bit later into his life and he lives with the whittemores on their large scale hay farm where there's an added bonus (to me)! h o r s e s !!!!

(all of this is just a way for me to write my fav characters interacting with my longest running obsession of all time, horses)

Lydia's mother owns the town's bistro/bar, her father owns the lodge built next to it. It used to be a whole business but it split with the divorce but there's still the whole B&B package deal to this day as it's wayyyyy too popular to risk losing business by stopping it.

Allison moved there pretty recently and the guns business her family owns fits in pretty well with the need for safety of the farmer and their livestock from predators and also for the wild game hunters in the late summer through fall hunting season.

Scott and Lydia bonding over being two kids from a divorced family. Scott and Lydia bonding over having pet dogs (Roxy is alive and Prada and her are absolute besties). Scott and Lydia being partners in science projects. Scott and Lydia spending wayy too long staring into each others eyes than how much friends would. Scott and Lydia realizing they want to be more than friends.

Stiles spouting off cool animal facts that Scott 100% already knew but acts like he didn't because both of them are stupidly in love with each other.

Scott meeting Derek when on the job. He can't help but crush over Derek and his enthusiasm over regenerative agricultural practices.

Jackson trying to impress Scott and Stiles by trotting up and down the main street on his horse. (I live laugh love by my Scott/Stiles/Jackson agenda) He also gets his dad to bring his horse over to school so he can just ride on it back home, in hopes of impressing Scott and Stiles but Scott is too invested in Stiles animal facts that they only way Jackson really has a chance was when Scott came over with Deaton for an emergency check up on a rogue cow on their property that was limping bad. Jackson straight up embarasses himself because he's a loser :P but Scott finds the attempt endearing and asks if he'd want to hang out with him and Stiles. It's the beginning of a slippery slope of 'Oh. Oh.' realizations for the three of them.

Scott and Allison meeting each other at the bistro and it starts a blossoming relationship that tugs at the heartstrings. It's cute little notes during class and hanging out at the bistro over hot chocolate even on hot days and going over to each others house to watch TV to cuddle under the same blanket and quick glances at each other and it's so goshdarn cute.

BASICALLY, SCOTT/EVERYONE because I can't choose which ship to go with this au because Scott DESERVES everyone and everyones ALSO DESERVES Scott :D

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grandvhs · 2 years

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lista de nomes masculinos que estava no meu bloco de notas e eu só lembrei agora

starting with A ;;

aaron.

adair.

adam.

aiden.

ajax.

alec.

alfie.

allistar.

anderson.

andrew.

andy.

angus.

antonio.

anthony.

archer.

archibald.

archie.

aries.

arlo.

arthur.

ashley.

ashton.

austen.

avery.

axel.

starting with B ;;

bailey.

beau.

beckham.

beckett.

bellamy.

benjamin.

bennett.

bentley.

blade.

blake.

blaine.

blaise.

blue.

bobbie.

bodhi.

brad.

brandon.

braxton.

brayden.

brent.

brett.

brock.

brody.

brooke.

bryson.

starting with C ;;

caleb.

callum.

calvin.

cameron.

carlisle.

carlos.

carson.

carter.

casey.

chad.

chandler.

charlie.

chase.

chaz.

christian.

christopher.

cody.

colby.

cole.

cooper.

colton.

connor.

conrad.

corbin.

corey.

starting with D ;;

dakota.

dallas.

damien.

damon.

dante.

darian.

darron.

darryl.

david.

dawson.

declan.

demetri.

dennison.

denver.

derek.

diego.

diesel.

dimitri.

dixon.

dominic.

donovan.

drake.

drew.

dustin.

dwayne.

starting with E ;;

eason.

eaton.

eddy.

edmund.

edward.

elijah.

elior.

ellias.

elliot.

ellis.

elyas.

ember.

emerson.

emery.

emilio.

emmett.

enzo.

eric.

ernie.

ethan.

ethaniel.

evan.

everett.

everson.

ezar.

starting with F ;;

fabio.

fallon.

farah.

felix.

fernando.

ferris.

felton.

finn.

finnegan.

finnick.

fitz.

fitzgerald.

fletcher.

floyd.

flynn.

foley.

forest.

francisco.

franco.

frankie.

franklin.

fraser.

frasier.

freddie.

fredrik.

starting with G ;;

gabe.

gabriel.

gale.

gallagher.

garcia.

gareth.

garrett.

gary.

gavin.

gene.

george.

gerard.

gilbert.

giovanni.

glenn.

gordon.

grady.

graeme.

grant.

greggory.

gregor.

greyson.

griffin.

gus.

guy.

starting with H ;;

hadley.

hale.

haley.

hamilton.

hamish.

hansel.

harley.

harris.

harrison.

harry.

harvey.

haven.

hayes.

heath.

hector.

hendrix.

henrik.

henry.

holton.

howard.

hudson.

hugh.

hugo.

hunter.

hyde.

starting with I ;;

ian.

ibrahim.

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starting with J ;;

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starting with K ;;

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starting with L ;;

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starting with M ;;

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starting with N ;;

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starting with Q ;;

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roger.

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ryan.

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starting with S ;;

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scott.

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sebastian.

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starting with T ;;

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tanner.

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taylor.

teddy.

theo.

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timothy.

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todd.

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tory.

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travis.

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starting with U ;;

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starting with V ;;

valentine.

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starting with W ;;

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starting with X ;;

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zander.

zane.

zavier.

zed.

zeke.

zion.

zolten.

#name ideas #male names #nomes masculinos #rpg #prompt #writing help #list

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firehosebvck · 1 year

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e's character list

m a r v e l

peter parker

harry osborn

michelle "mj" jones

steve rogers

bucky barnes

c r i m i n a l m i n d s

spencer reid

derek morgan

aaron hotchner

luke alvez

matt simmons

jennifer "jj" jareau

emily prentiss

t e e n w o l f

stiles stilinski

scott mccall

isaac lahey

derek hale

chris argent

a v a t a r

aang

katara

zuko

sokka

toph

suki

s u p e r n a t u r a l

dean winchester

sam winchester

9-1-1

evan buckley

eddie diaz

m i s c e l l a n o u s

arvin russell (the devil all the time)

andy barber (defending jacob)

greg montgomery (dharma and greg)

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nerdygaymormon · 1 year

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I've heard some homophobic people say that now it's popular to support people and our church members are taking the easy way by not calling gay people to repentance. I don't see it that way and wondered what you think when people say that

I wouldn't say it's "popular" or "taking the easy way" for a Mormon to be affirming of queer people and supportive of their full inclusion in the LDS Church.

In 2023, professors still can lose their jobs at the church's BYU schools if they stray too far from the LDS Church's homophobic and transphobic teachings despite what the science and consensus is in their fields. Members who post support on Facebook, Twitter, and other social media can expect pushback from other members.

While our church leaders may have softened their rhetoric and made some changes, such as allowing people to keep their temple recommends even if they support gay marriage, the core beliefs on these topics haven't changed much. So no, I wouldn't say it's "popular" in the LDS Church to stand for full equality and inclusion of LGBTQ+ people.

With that said, certainly it's easier in 2023 than it was in 2013, easier than it was in 2003, easier than it was in 1993, easier than it was in 1983, easier than it was in 1973 for a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints to be affirming of LGBTQ+ people and to come out of the closet as yourself, at least in the USA.

We can thank queer people like Bayard Rustin, Christine Jorgensen, Marsha P. Johnson, Sylvia Rivera, Frank Kameny, Harvey Milk, Gilbert Baker, Leonard Matlovich, Steve Endean, RuPaul Charles, Ellen DeGeneres, Elton John, Laverne Cox, Lori Lightfoot and many, many others who were pioneers and moved American society to be more tolerant and accepting of queer people.

And from the LDS Church, a number of individuals have bravely stepped forward and spoken their truth & shared their experience, and that's led to awareness and eventually to increased understanding. People such as R. Joel Dorius, Leonard Matlovich, Paul Mortensen, Stephen Holbrook, Carol Lynn Pearson, D. Michael Quinn, Stuart Matis, Ty Mansfield, Mitch Mayne, Kendall Wilcox, Josh Weed, Dustin Lance Black, Jimmy Hales, Tyler Glenn, Tom Christofferson, Troy Williams, Xian Mackintosh, Laurie Lee Hall, Kris Irvin, Stacey Harkey, David Matheson, Charlie Bird, Matt Easton, Emma Gee, David Archuleta, and many others

#queerstake

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SELENOPHILES OF BEACON HILLS | Teen Wolf Rewrite

Stiles Stilinksi/Original Female Character

chapter two - - chapter three - - chapter four

fic summary; after an already traumatic evening involving the unfortunate discovery of a gruesome scene, amber is convinced to hike through the woods with her two best friends in search of the other half of a dead body. but it's not as if she could ever say no.. not when stiles looked at her like that.

chapter word count; 13,019

chapter warnings; smut

chapter notes; stiles, amber, and scott make a discovery at the hale house that leads to an arrest. despite his friends warnings against it, scott is desperate to play in the first game of the season. amber has a dream that only proves to amplify her feelings for her best friend.

masterlist

c h a p t e r t h r e e

second chance at first line

Amber was lying on her bed staring up at the ceiling in confusion. The deep, rounded indent that resulted from a particularly aggressive evening of Scott and Stiles lobbing a lacrosse ball across her bedroom at one another, was mysteriously gone, the ceiling showing nothing but pristine, decidedly un-dented white paint.

"Hey," Stiles said softly, drawing her attention to where he was laying beside her, propped up on one elbow as he looked down at her, "Can I try something?"

She didn't give a verbal response but she nodded, unable to do much more than that when she was looking into the whiskey depths of his eyes.

Suddenly, he was leaning into her space. He inched closer, moving with a truly infuriating slowness, until his mouth hovered only a few inches from her own and she could feel the tip of his slightly upturned nose as it brushed lightly against hers. His eyes flicked back and forth between her own, the warm weight from his body as he leaned against her making her feel desperate, hungry for more of him, for whatever he was willing to give her.

She knew she'd take it without hesitation.

"Stiles?" She questioned quietly, after a second passed and his face was still hovering a breath away from her own.

But then his lips were on hers.

She reached up to where his shoulders and neck met, immediately wrapping her arms around him to tug him closer. His lips were so soft as they moved against her own and it was everything she thought kissing him would be, and more. Gentle and longing and achingly sweet. She felt as if she couldn't possibly get enough.

The kisses continued, remaining tender and soft for several minutes until, seemingly all of a sudden, he had trailed one of his large hands up her body to cup her breast and he squeezed softly, his fingertips digging into the thick mound of flesh. She gasped into his mouth at the salaciousness of the feeling, arching up from the mattress when he kneaded his hand around her. Stiles used her parted lips as an opportunity to lick into her open mouth, deepening the kiss.

She whined softly when their tongues collided, throwing one of her legs up to wrap around him and pulling, tugging him down against her. He landed between her legs and she made another needy noise into his mouth as his weight settled between her open thighs, warmth blooming in her very core.

Their kisses slowed, easing back into something less wet and desperate but still endlessly hungry. He kissed his way across her jaw, trailing slowly down to her throat. He licked and sucked, seemingly determined to cover every inch of her neck and collarbones with biting kisses from his mouth, all while he continued squeezing and pinching at her breasts to coax soft whimpers from her lips.

She sighed under the feeling of his lips on her skin, tightening her grip around the back of his neck as he worked.

When he began to kiss his way lower, she found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything that wasn't the feeling of his mouth on her body. She kept her hands at the back of his neck, holding onto him tightly as he continued the tender ministrations across her skin. Stiles traveled down further, peppering kisses across everything he passed along the way; her shirt, her chest, her ribs, her stomach-

When he reached her skirt, he slowly trailed his hands down her body as well, dragging them down until his large palms rested over her bare thighs, sliding them up and inching her skirt up her body in a painfully slow motion until her underwear were revealed and he could place a kiss on her there, as well.

She moaned unashamedly, hand moving up the back of his neck to scrape through the short, smooth hair at the back of his head as she tried to urge him closer.

He leaned back a fraction and she could see the smirk playing on his lips from where her head was propped up against the pillows.

"Wanna try this, too." Stiles told her quietly.

Her underwear were tugged down past her knees until he’d given himself enough space to lean forward and then his mouth was on her with nothing separating them. Deep, open-mouthed kisses were pressed against her clit, his tongue flicking out slow against the bud with each one, and she couldn't help but moan again. He continued to lick softly at the small bundle of nerves, never relenting. It was warm and soft and perfect. She could feel herself losing control at the constant stimulation, orgasm building steadily inside of her, winding tight in her cunt.

She looked down to watch the way Stiles' head moved between her thighs as he licked at her, the image alone nearly enough to send her over the edge. His eyes were closed and she desperately wished that they were open so she could look into them while he pleasured her – but just as soon as the thought had occurred, Stiles opened his eyes and looked straight into her own while continuing to roll his tongue around her clit, slow and soft but still somehow firm.

The closer she edged toward her orgasm, the more frequent her moans became, until she was simply whimpering and whining under the constant rhythm of his tongue.

He was working his mouth against her wetly, his soft hair beneath her fingertips, and then he dragged one of his hands from her thigh to push two fingers inside without preamble. He thrust them inside only to immediately hook his fingertips up toward the sensitive spot behind her her pelvis and suddenly she was coming. Hard.

She gasped herself awake, core clenching around nothing. Her breathing was heavy in the dim early morning light that filtered in through her bedroom window, the image of Stiles' face between her thighs burning in her brain.

She stared up at the ceiling while she struggled to catch her breath, her eyes catching on the small, lacrosse ball-sized crater in the drywall.

"Oh my god." She whispered into the empty room.

Amber stood at her locker between classes, eyes cast down the hallway where she could see Stiles' buzzed head in front of his own locker. She blindly switched out her books while she watched the boy of her affections fumble with a notebook that fell from the messy heap she knew lay inside. Said notebook bounced from hand to hand several times before Stiles managed to get a grip on it and shove it back into the chaos.

She watched him slam his locker shut just as she was doing the same and she jumped at the sight of the beautiful strawberry blonde already standing in the space where the tiny metal door had been.

"Jesus, Lydia." Amber breathed, clutching her books to her chest to calm her racing heart, "How long have you been standing there?"

"Two seconds? Why are you so jumpy?"

"I'm not, I just. I had this dream and now-" Amber glanced down to realize she'd grabbed the wrong notebook while she'd been distracted. She sighed and re-opened her locker, "Never mind. What's up?" Amber asked.

"I saw you at the party on Friday. I'm surprised you decided to make an appearance." Lydia said with raised eyebrows.

"Oh, yeah. I, uh, stayed for a bit but I kind of ducked out early."

"I also saw you dancing with a guy," Lydia said in a seemingly innocent tone, pretending to check her fingernail polish, but Amber knew better. There was nothing innocent about the glint shining behind the redhead's eyes. "He seemed decent enough from the back. Tall, at least. Maybe cute if he grows out that awful buzz cut."

From Lydia, the critique was practically gushing.

Amber closed her locker and turned to face her friend, "Lydia, I was dancing with Stiles."

Lydia blinked, her manicured hand still hovering in front of her face, "What does that mean?"

"Stiles? My friend Stiles? I was dancing with him." Amber clarified, feeling exasperated with the conversation.

"Who?" Lydia scrunched up her nose and Amber rolled her eyes.

"Thing One." She sighed, repeating the nickname she remembered the redhead had given Stiles and Scott the week before.

"Oh!" Lydia said in surprise before scowling at the brunette and dropping her hand down to her own hip, "Ugh. You're hooking up with Thing One?"

Lydia had begun to walk away, urging Amber to follow as they headed in the direction of their next class.

"What? No, we're not hooking up. We were just dancing."

Lydia hummed in a way that sounded like she didn't really believe her, "You don't have to lie to me if you're into him. I have eyes, you know." The redhead flipped her hair over her shoulder as they entered the French classroom, "And just because I think you could do way better doesn't mean I wouldn't be a good wing woman if you wanted to double with me and Jackson sometime."

Amber slid into the desk behind Lydia's with a small smile, "Thank you, Lyds. Really." She settled, deciding it didn't feel right to outright lie about her feelings for Stiles, but not willing to verbally admit them yet either.

Stiles checked his phone for messages. Again. Going as far as to restart it in hopes of seeing a new text finally come through. When the phone re-booted, though, there were still no new messages, and he flicked back to his inbox to reread the last text he'd received from Amber at ten-thirty that morning.

going to the library during lunch! don't wait up

He hadn't so much as caught a glimpse of her in the halls all day. She'd gotten a ride to school from her brother and Stiles hadn't even had a chance to talk to her in any of the classes they shared because she'd managed to slip into each and every one just as the final bell was ringing. He was left wondering whether something had happened. Whether she would be staying for their lacrosse practice or if she'd already left the school.

He made his way, already dressed, to the back of the locker room, passing teammates who were in the process of changing into their own padding and getting ready for the start of practice. He was nearly to his locker when he passed Scott standing shirtless in front of his own cubby with a dazed, sad look on his face.

Stopping short at the edge of the lockers he leaned toward his friend, speaking softly, "Did you apologize to Allison?"

"Yeah." Scott said, still gazing off into the distance.

"Is she giving you a second chance, or-"

"Yeah."

Stiles smiled with excitement, "Yeah? All right! So everything's good!" He moved to head in the direction of his own locker when he heard his best friend speak again.

"No."

"No?" He asked, confused.

"Remember.. The hunters-? Her dad's one of them." Scott explained.

"Her dad?"

"-Shot me." Scott finished.

Stiles' voice rose slightly when he spoke, "Allison's father?"

"With a crossbow." Scott clarified, his wide eyes still looking into the distance like he was experiencing the traumatic event all over again.

There was a moment of silence as Stiles processed the information. "Allison's father-"

"Yes! Her father!" Scott interrupted in a shout before taking a few shallow breaths, "Oh my god." Scott continued to breath heavily, chest heaving with each gasp.

"No, Scott." Stiles rushed forward to his friend and slapped him softly on the cheek with the lacrosse glove that covered his hand, "Snap back. Y'okay?" He pulled back to give Scott space again, "Hey, alright- He didn't recognize you, right?"

"No? No, no, no. I don't think so."

"Does she know about him?" Stiles asked quickly, trying to pull out all of the information he could.

Scott made a surprised noise, like the thought hadn't crossed his mind, "I don't know. What if she does?" He finally lifted his frightened gaze to look at his friend standing in front of him, "This is gonna kill me, man." Scott whined.

Coach Finstock's whistle blew loudly from the front of the locker room and Stiles interrupted him, "Okay, just focus on lacrosse. Okay?" Stiles grabbed Scott's padding and gear and shoved it into his friend's arms, "Here, Scott, take this. Take this and focus on lacrosse for now, okay? That's all you gotta do, yeah?"

"Lacrosse.." Scott whispered in a daze.

Stiles slapped his friend's arms to get the blood and adrenaline flowing, "Here. We. Go!" Stiles said before he rushed to get to practice, tripping over a changing bench as he went.

Amber felt immensely guilty for the way she'd avoided both of her best friends all day. She'd spent her lunch period with a granola bar, hiding out in the back of the library. After her dream on Saturday night, it was like her feelings for Stiles had increased tenfold. She couldn't look at him now without desperately wanting to wrap herself around him and kiss him until her lips hurt.

But, she knew she couldn't avoid her friends forever. So when the final bell for the day rang out, she packed up her homework into her backpack, pulled on her jacket, and determinedly headed out toward the bleachers at the lacrosse field.

Now that the week of tryouts was over, there were less students crowded onto the bleachers and she moved to take up residence in a large, empty area near the bottom of the metal seats. Practice hadn't started yet so she pulled out the novel they were annotating in English, along with her notebook, and began jotting things down as she read. She was halfway through filling up her notebook page when players started spilling out onto the field.

Amber waved when she caught sight of Scott and Stiles heading over to drop their bags and water bottles at the bench. Stiles looked surprised to see her for only half a a second before he raised his hand back, nudging Scott until he also returned her wave.

She watched as the boys both grabbed their helmets, pulling them on as they headed out onto the field to do drills. Amber tried to watch the drills as an objective spectator but found that she frequently had to fight the urge to check out Stiles' backside in the silky material of his athletic shorts.

The team started a new drill, one offensive player rushing the goal against two defense and shooting on goal. When it was Scott's turn as offense, he held the ball in the net at the end of his stick, jogging forward slowly and colliding with Jackson who was acting as defense. Jackson blocked Scott with his shoulder and they collided hard, sending Scott to the ground.

Amber winced.

"Hey, McCall!" Coach laughed, walking down the field to where Scott was getting back to his feet. He said something to the boy who was bent over his knees before they both stood upright and Scott headed back to the front of the line. "McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!"

Amber dropped her books into a heap on the metal bench beside her, pulling her lower lip into her mouth nervously as she focussed her attention on her friend on the field. This time, when Scott moved toward the goal, he ran. When he reached his opponent, he checked Jackson hard and sent him to the ground. Jackson moaned in pain with a hand gripping at his shoulder but Amber's attention was quickly torn away when she saw Scott clutch at his helmet like he had during that first practice.

On her feet in an instant, she watched as Scott fell to his knees in pain.

"Scott?" She called out, already halfway onto the field when Stiles reached their friend's side to check on him. The other players were all huddling around Jackson, and the coach urged them all to give him space just as Amber was kneeling down beside Scott and Stiles. "Scott, are you okay?"

"I can't control it, guys. It's happening-" Scott said, sounding strained.

"Woah, what? Right here?" Stiles asked urgently, "Now?" His eyes met Amber's and they both looked at one another in worry, "Come on. Get up. Come on-" Stiles said, beginning to pull Scott to his feet.

Amber rushed to Scott's side and slid underneath his shoulder, pulling his arm to wrap tight around her. Stiles supported their friend's other side and they dragged him in the direction of the school. When they reached the abandoned boys locker room, the two released Scott in front of one of the changing benches.

"Get away from me!" Scott screamed as soon as he was free, his eyes glowing a bright gold through the bars of his helmet.

Amber scrambled back and bumped into Stiles, who brought his hand up to grasp at her bicep. Stiles pulled her backwards with him as they attempted to put distance between Scott and themselves. Amber's eyes refused to leave Scott as they shuffled back, not until she and Stiles moved to hide behind a row of lockers.

The moment they were out of sight, Scott leapt to the top of the lockers to get higher-ground above them and Amber let out a small scream at the loud crash of him landing atop the metal. When Scott turned to look at them, his eyes were still glowing bright and he had large, sharp fangs protruding from his mouth. He released a growl at his two friends and they both flinched.

Amber tugged at Stiles' arm this time, dragging him away from the row of lockers that Scott was perched on. They ran back in the direction of the locker room door and Scott chased close behind them, following as they weaved through the rows to escape. The two reached the doorway and Amber found herself tripping over her own feet at the threshold, landing on her hands and knees on the ground. She quickly flipped her body over to face her friends as she scrambled backwards, wide eyes going to where Stiles was standing beside her, the wall-mounted fire extinguisher under his arm for support.

Stiles caught her fear-filled eyes just before his own flicked down to the red metal under his arm and he seemed to get an idea. He fumbled to pull the extinguisher from the wall and Amber used that time to get back to her feet as Scott continued to head their way. Stiles' fingers clumsily worked to pull out the pin and he quickly turned to spray the gas in Scott's unsuspecting face. Amber glued herself to Stiles' back as the two backed out of the room, Stiles continuing to spray the white cloud into the doorway.

When they got into the hallway, Amber's shaking hand was fisted tightly onto the back of Stiles' shoulder pads and the two struggled to catch their breath. Stiles still had the fire extinguisher hugged in the cradle of his arms.

"Guys?" They heard Scott whisper after a minute.

Amber could feel her heart beating out of her chest as Stiles cautiously moved back into the doorway of the locker room, dragging her along with the grip she still had on his padding.

"What happened?" Scott asked, panting. He was sitting on one of the wooden benches, a light sheen of sweat covering his face.

Stiles looked back at Amber for a moment before dropping the fire extinguisher to the floor in a loud clang of metal against the tiles. He ripped off his lacrosse gloves and took a hold of Amber's hand in one of his, pulling her into the room while still shielding her body from Scott slightly with his own. "You tried to kill us." He assessed, angry. They moved to stand closer to where Scott was sitting and Stiles squatted down, pulling Amber along with him, "It's like we told you, before. It's the anger. It's your pulse rising-"

"It's a trigger." Amber finished, squeezing Stiles' fingers in her sweaty grip. She reached up her free hand to rest it on the bare skin of Scott's knee.

"But that's lacrosse," Scott said, "It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed."

"Well," Stiles said, "It's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field."

"You can't play Saturday." Amber stated simply.

"You're gonna have to get out of the game." Stiles finished.

"But- I'm first line." Scott blinked, wide-eyed.

Stiles let out a breath, "Not anymore."

There was only one class period left until the end of the school day on Friday. She was on her way to her locker during the fifteen-minute afternoon break when Amber spotted Stiles' father entering the school through a side entrance looking like a man on a mission.

"Sheriff Stilinski!" She waved, catching his attention, "Hi."

The older man came to a stop in front of her and leveled her with the same disapproving look he always gave her when she insisted on calling him by his full title.

"You're in uniform, so-" She defended herself with a smile.

"I guess I am," The Sheriff conceded, lifting one of his large hands to give her bicep a pat, "It's good to see you, kiddo, but you should get to class."

"What are you doing at the school, anyway," She hedged, "Did Stiles get into trouble?"

"Not today." The Sheriff joked. "I'm not here as a parent. Just need to have a few words with your Principal as the Sheriff."

Just as he finished speaking, a deputy Amber vaguely recognized walked through the side entrance and came to join him.

"What about? Is it about the investigation? For the body in the woods?" She rambled off.

The Sheriff shook his head in exasperation, "Sometimes I think you and my son might be too alike for your own good. Now, get to class, will you?"

The man gave her a gentle push in the direction she'd initially been heading when she had spotted him. He and the deputy were both focused on something over her shoulder and when she turned fully, she found the Principal approaching, only a few feet away from them.

"Okay, okay-" She laughed when Sheriff Stilinski gave her one final push to leave before the adults converged. She gave him a wave over her shoulder as she finally made her way down the small set of stairs leading to the next hallway.

As she rounded the corner, she was shoved back against the wall and she yelped quietly in surprise before looking up to see the person who'd grabbed her.

"Stiles! What the hell?"

Scott was standing just across the hallway from them at his locker, but his focus was down the hall where Lydia and Allison were in conversation with a guy from the lacrosse team.

Stiles had his forearm pressed into the wall beside Amber’s head, peering around the corner to look at his father, the boy blissfully unaware of the way her heartbeat had picked up in her chest the moment he'd caged her in, or the way the intoxicating smell of him was wafting into her nose with every breath, or the way the heat of his body pressed against her own had her tensing and going pliant all at once.

Stiles returned his attention to where he had her crowded back against the wall, "Why's he here? What did he say?"

She licked her lips and took a breath before responding, "He wouldn't tell me anythi-"

"Scott!" Stiles stage-whispered to get their friend's attention, "Hey, c'mere-"

Scott looked back to his friends and moved forward to join the huddle, standing at Stiles' shoulder, "What?"

"Come here and tell me what they're saying." Stiles demanded, pointing down the hallway to the place where his father, the deputy, and the Principal were all engaged in a quiet conversation.

Scott squinted his eyes in concentration as he focused his enhanced hearing down the hallway. The silence lasted only a moment before Stiles interrupted it.

"Can you hear 'em?"

"Shh!" Scott hushed him, returning his attention to the adults, "There's a curfew because of the body."

"Unbelievable!" Stiles complained, "My dad's out there looking for a rabid animal, while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just hangin' out, doin' whatever he wants."

"I still don't think he killed anybody-" Amber started, looking up at where Stiles' face still hovered temptingly close to her own.

"-And besides, you can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek." Scott interrupted her before Stiles got the chance.

Stiles got a hard, determined look behind his eyes, "I can do something."

"Like what?" Amber asked quietly, glancing between her two friends like she could read their minds and gain some understanding into their thoughts about Derek.

"Find the other half of the body." Stiles stated before his body was suddenly no longer pressed against hers, already rushing away from his friends and heading down the hallway.

"Are you kidding?" Scott called after him, "Is he kidding?" He repeated, turning back to where Amber was still leaning against the wall.

"Is he ever?" She sighed, patting Scott on the shoulder and walking a few yards down the hall to join where Lydia and a guy from the lacrosse team were talking with Allison, "Hey, guys. Hey, Ben." She greeted them.

"Hey, Amber. We were actually just going." Lydia said with a smile, abruptly pulling the boy by the arm and disappearing down the busy hallway.

"Okay.." Amber managed as they were leaving. She turned her attention to Allison and smiled, but didn't get a chance to speak before Scott joined them.

"So, Lydia's introducing you to everyone?" He said with a barely concealed grimace.

"Yeah! She's being so unbelievably nice to me." Allison smiled at them.

"I wonder why." Scott pouted, receiving an elbow to the gut from Amber and immediately plastering a smile on his face.

"Maybe she gets how bad being the new girl can suck." Allison guessed with a small laugh as her eyes bounced between the two friends.

"Where did you get that?" Scott asked anxiously, pointing to the jacket Allison had draped over her arms in front of her.

Amber tilted her head and studied the dark material of the coat, trying to remember if she'd seen Allison wear it before today, but she wasn't entirely sure.

"My jacket?" Allison asked, "It was in my locker. I assumed Amber put it in there from the party on Friday," She turned to Amber for confirmation and continued slowly, "Lydia has my combination, so-"

"Did you?" Scott interrupted, shooting Amber a sharp look.

"Um, yeah-" she said after a second, "Yeah, I, um. I grabbed it from Derek's car before when he dropped me off, but I totally forgot about it until today." She laughed quietly in an attempt to mask the lie, unable to tell if Scott knew she was bluffing, but almost positive that Allison hadn't caught it.

"Right, Derek!" Allison said at the reminder, "He's your friend?" She asked Scott.

"He's not my friend." Scott scowled and Amber shot him a wide-eyed, questioning look. "How much did you talk to him when he drove you home?" He asked, attention remaining solely on Allison.

"Mmm, not much at all.." Allison said slowly, confusion in her eyes as she looked between Scott and Amber.

"Scott-" Amber started.

"What did you say?" He interrupted.

Allison shot Amber an awkward smile, turning her body to leave, "I- I gotta get to class, I gotta-"

"Allison-" Scott pleaded.

"No.. I really gotta go." Allison said before she jogged away and disappeared down the hall.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Amber demanded once they were alone, "Why would you tell her that Derek's not your friend?"

"Because he's not." Scott glared.

"Well, obviously I know that!" She shoved at his shoulder, "What do you think Allison is thinking now? About getting a ride home with him? Or the fact that I told her it was okay?"

"I- I don't know. I didn't-"

"No shit!" She hissed, "Just- Use your head, Scott." She said in finality before she left him standing alone and turned to chase after Allison. When she finally spotted her, Allison was headed into the girl's restroom. Amber trailed in after her and found her standing at the sinks, fixing her hair with a far-off look in her eyes. "Allison, hey. I just wanted to explain-"

"You don't need to explain, Amber." She said softly, eyes going to the other girl over her shoulder.,"I get it, now."

"You get it?" Amber stopped short, eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, I mean-" Allison laughed quietly, "It's pretty obvious."

"What," Amber paused, "What's obvious?"

"You, hooking up with Derek." Allison said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, turning around to face her friend.

Amber's eyes went wide, "Me? Hooking-"

"How old is he, exactly?" Allison interrupted.

"Um, like, twenty-one? I'm pretty sure? He was behind my brother in school, so-"

"Okay," Allison sighed, nodding to herself, "I still think he's too old for you but.. It's not as big of a gap as I was imagining, at least. And I mean, he's good-looking, but- I'm confused. I actually thought that you and Stiles-"

"It's complicated." Amber struggled to find a lie that didn't sound like a lie, "Me, Derek, Stiles. It- It's complicated."

"I'm sorry." Allison said suddenly, "If Scott didn't already know- It seems like he didn't. I'm sorry if he figures it out because of me."

"Hey, don't be sorry, Alli." Amber said softly, "I- Derek and I aren't- He's too old for me anyway, right? It wouldn't have lasted, so it's probably better if I end things now, before it can get messy."

"Yeah," Allison said, looking incredibly relieved, "That's probably best." She paused, "So, did you and Derek ever-" She wiggled her eyebrows in suggestion.

"No!" Amber said a little too quickly, "No, um. I wouldn't do that. At least, not with him."

Allison seemed to relax even further before a mischievous smile took over her face, "What about with Stiles?"

Amber felt herself blush, unable to do anything to stop it. "We should probably get to class. Break is almost over." She refused to answer the question, but if the look on Allison's face was anything to go by, her lack of answer had been an answer in itself.

Scott dropped his bicycle to the ground and stormed up to the stoop of the old Hale house angrily, hoping for a confrontation.

"Derek! Derek!" He screamed, throwing his school bag to the ground and sparing a quick glance to the fresh pile of dirt at the side of the house before taking a deep breath. Scott watched angrily as Derek made his way around what was once a large, covered porch, "Stay away from them! Stay away from Amber-" Scott called out before continuing louder, "And stay away from Allison. She doesn't know anything!"

"Yeah?" Derek asked cooly, "And what if Allison does?" He casually leapt the couple of feet from the porch before landing on the ground below, "You think Amber and your little buddy Stiles can just Google 'werewolves' and now you've got all the answers, is that it?" He scoffed, "You don't get it yet, Scott, but I'm looking out for you. Think about what could happen; You're out on the field, the aggression takes over, and you shift in front of everyone-" Derek moved to grab Scott's lacrosse stick from where he'd abandoned his backpack in a heap on the ground. Derek extended his claws and ripped through the netting as he continued, "Your mom, all your friends.. When they see you, everything falls apart."

Derek tossed the lacrosse stick up into the air and Scott rushed to catch it. When Scott had the ruined stick in his hands and looked up again, Derek was gone.

Scott huffed angrily and took a deep breath to calm himself, once again eyeing the pile of newly sowed soil to the side of the house where it appeared something had been freshly buried. He took one more deep breath, trying to use his new, stronger senses as he sniffed.

He smelled blood.

"I would kill for a milkshake right now." Amber murmured quietly to herself, pulling her feet up underneath her to sit cross-crossed. She got herself comfortable in the passenger seat of the Jeep where they were still parked in the school parking lot.

Stiles tossed his backpack over the seats and into the mess in the back. He climbed up into the vehicle, twisting the key in the ignition determinedly a couple of times before the engine gave in, finally turning over and starting.

Amber became distracted in the way she tended to do when Stiles was driving. She watched the soothing and repetitive motions as the boy shifted between gears, his left knee raising slightly each time his foot let up on the clutch, his large hand wrapped around the ball at the end of the gear shift. She hadn't been paying any attention to her surroundings until she realized they'd come to a stop, Stiles shifting the Jeep into park.

"Wha-"

But he was already climbing out of the vehicle, leaning in through the open window as he interrupted her, "D'you want fries or anything or just a milkshake?" He asked.

"Um.." She said dumbly, finally looking out the windshield to see they were parked in front of the diner downtown. Stiles raised his eyebrows expectantly, awaiting her answer. "Just a shake?"

Her answer came out sounding more like a question than anything else, but Stiles nodded with a smile before he darted away and slipped into the restaurant. Amber listened to the little bell jingle over the entrance before the door closed behind him.

She remained, baffled, sitting in the car, watching through the front window as Stiles moseyed up to the register and began talking to the nice waitress behind the counter.

Five minutes later the boy re-emerged, a large styrofoam cup in one hand and the other clutching a tall paper cup. He held a small brown takeout bag between his teeth and when he got to the vehicle, he leaned his head through the open window and allowed the bag to drop into the seat. When he climbed back into the car, he held the styrofoam cup out toward her.

"You got me a milkshake." She stated, taking the cup from his outstretched hand in a daze.

"Is that not what you wanted?" He asked the question slowly, as if waiting for the punchline to a joke he'd been left out of.

"No, it- It's exactly what I wanted," She said quietly, pausing to sip from her straw.

When the sweetness of the vanilla hit her tongue she realized Stiles hadn't even asked her what flavor she wanted, but he'd managed to get her favorite anyway. Her quiet plea for the treat at the school hadn't been an actual request — She hadn't even realized Stiles had heard her. But nonetheless, he'd immediately driven them in the direction of the diner with the best milkshakes in town. Amber's eyes trailed to the greasy takeout bag on the seat between them, and the fluttering in her chest picked up that much more, because she knew — She knew that the curly fries at this particular diner didn't compare to the ones from the place near the Sheriff Station, and yet here they sat.

Overwhelmed with feeling, she took another sip from her drink in an attempt to stall just a little bit longer, "Thank you," She settled on, the words feeling heavy on her tongue.

With a large smile plastered on her face that she hoped hid the warmth on her cheeks, Amber reached toward the paper bag. She fumbled around Stiles' fingers where they were already digging around inside and she stole one of the large, springy fries from inside. Stiles grinned at her before eating a handful of fries of his own.

They began going back and forth, debating the merits within their ever-growing stack of werewolf research. They talked over which articles and forums were garbage versus the ones they thought might contain some truth.

"What did Scott have to do this afternoon, anyway?" Stiles asked eventually, chewing at the straw from his drink.

Amber had gotten slightly distracted as she watched him reposition the straw with his tongue before he bit down on it again. Her brain was fuzzy with thoughts of his mouth but even through the static, she registered that Stiles had said something, "Huh?"

"Scott ran outta the school as soon as the bell rang. He and his bike were gone by the time I met you in the parking lot. Thought he might've said something to you-"

"Oh, no." She blinked, "Last I saw him, he was giving Allison the third degree about Derek. It was a disaster."

Stiles nodded, still gnawing at the plastic between his teeth, "Derek warned him off playing in the game tomorrow."

"So did we, remember?" She took another sip from the bottom of her milkshake, "Scott wasn't exactly receptive."

"Yeah, well. Derek was a little more persuasive, and a lot more threatening." There was a bitterness in his tone at the thought of Derek Hale cornering their friend.

"Okay, so did Scott talk to Finstock about sitting out of the game?"

"Yeah," Stiles said, to which Amber perked up, before he continued, "He wasn't real receptive either. With Jackson's shoulder all fucked up, I think Coach is scrambling."

Amber slumped in her seat, digging her fingernail into the styrofoam of her cup and carving little crescent-shaped indents into the material, "So, what? We just go to the game and hope for the best?"

Stiles shrugged, chewing more aggressively at his straw, "We could go back to my house and dig through the research a little more. Maybe we'll find something that'll help him control it."

"Sounds good to me." Amber felt relief at the thought of doing something useful.

Stiles collected their garbage and ran it to the trash can outside the diner. As soon as he was back in the vehicle, he leaned over the backseat to dig through his backpack, dry swallowing his ADHD medication in preparation.

Just as the two were pulling back onto the road, Stiles' phone buzzed in his pocket. The boy squirmed in his seat and pulled it out, glancing at the screen as he handed it over, "It's Scott."

Amber looked at the ominous message, trying to decipher its meaning.

Found something, u & Amber come over ASAP

"What? What's it say?" Stiles finally asked.

"It just says he 'found something' and wants us to come over asap." She was still frowning at the phone in her hands, "As long as he didn't find another dead body, I'm golden."

"Right, let's go, then." Stiles laughed, taking the next turn to head in the direction of Scott's house.

Stiles grabbed ahold of Amber's wrist and was dragging her up the stairs behind him as they raced toward Scott's bedroom. She struggled to keep her feet underneath her as she fought to match his stride on her shorter legs. When they finally reached the bedroom door, Stiles threw it open roughly and they found Scott sitting on his bed, messing with the laces on his lacrosse stick. Stiles pulled the girl along with him until they stood in front of their friend expectantly.

"What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it?" Stiles asked in a rush, he and Amber both breathing heavily, "And yes, I've had a lot of Adderall, so-"

"It doesn't matter, where were you?" Amber interrupted him, focussing her attention on Scott.

"I found something at Derek Hale's." He answered.

"Are you kidding? What?" Stiles asked excitedly.

Scott shrugged, "There's something buried there. I could smell blood."

"No-" Amber whined, drawing out the word and looking at Stiles in despair.

"That's awesome!" Stiles said before catching Amber's eye. He released his grip on her wrist to pat her reassuringly on the head, fingers tangling slightly in her hair, "I mean, that's terrible," Stiles returned his attention to Scott, "Whose blood?"

"I don't know. But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder. And then you both help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there's no way I'm not playing that game."

Amber couldn't help but roll her eyes, watching as Scott stood and tossed his lacrosse stick to land in the middle of his bed.

Scott was certain that he would recognize the scent of the blood he'd smelled at the Hale house if he were to smell it again, so the three of them piled into the Jeep and raced to the hospital where the bottom half of the body was being stored.

They split up once they were inside so that Scott could make his way to the morgue, while Stiles and Amber waited for him in the main admissions and E.R. At the sight of Lydia sitting in one of the chairs in the waiting area, Stiles watched as Amber immediately abandoned him to go sit beside her redheaded friend.

While Lydia had never been outright mean to Stiles, she tended to just ignore his existence entirely. He wasn't sure that it made him feel much better than if she actually did bully him verbally in the way Jackson tended to do.

Amber and Lydia had always been close, even as far back as kindergarten, but when the two had been split into separate classes in the third grade, they'd drifted slowly apart until they only shared a casual friendship. Coincidentally, that had been the same year Amber was assigned a desk directly between Stiles and Scott, and the three had been best friends ever since.

Stiles was eternally grateful for the sequence of events that had woven her so deeply into his life.

It appeared that Lydia was on a call, but the moment she finished her conversation, Stiles watched her turn to Amber with a smile and the two began talking. He slumped into a seat around the corner and turned so he could scowl as he watched the soft smiles Amber gave to the girl who had never even given him the time of day.

"Hey, Amber," Stiles muttered to himself, "Sure wish you would stop letting Lydia infect you with her insidious mind warp that makes you forget that I exist." He watched Amber throw her head back in laughter at something Lydia said and he scrunched his nose in distaste, picking up a large pamphlet on the table next to him and pretending to read it as he continued to grumble under his breath, "Y'know, because I think we have this kind of connection. Unspoken, of course. And maybe, if you weren't constantly being brainwashed by a beautiful, strawberry blonde she-devil, I might even stand a chance."

He turned forward in his seat to continue sulking, angrily gripping the paper in his hands, eyes unfocused as he glared unseeingly at the page in front of him.

"I know you like research, but if you had any questions, y'know you could've just asked." Amber's voice came from above him with a laugh a few minutes later.

He flinched aggressively. He hadn't even noticed her get up, but when he looked around the room, Lydia was gone.

Amber moved to sit down in the chair beside him, her chest pressing against his arm as she peered at the pamphlet he was holding. It wasn't until he flipped to the cover that he realized what it was actually for — It was a large booklet detailing the menstrual cycle.

"Ha." He choked out, fighting and losing to the urge to look down at the place where her breasts were pushed together against his arm.

The pamphlet was suddenly ripped from his grasp and he jumped again, his attention pulled from the place where he had, regretfully, been ogling his friend. "Holy god!" Stiles breathed, heart beating loudly in his chest.

Scott stood above them and tossed the booklet back onto the table, "The scent was the same."

"You're sure?" Amber asked, leaning away from Stiles slightly and sitting back into her own chair.

"Yes." Scott assured them.

Amber stood and pulled Stiles up with her so the three could continue the conversation closely, heads ducked together.

"So he did bury the other half on his property?" Stiles questioned, lifting a hand to squeeze Amber's shoulder. Although he was looking at Scott, he could practically feel her frowning at the turn of events.

"Now we have proof he killed the girl." Scott nodded.

"I say we use it." Stiles said, already headed down the hallway to leave the hospital.

"What?" He heard Amber squeak from behind him. She grabbed his shoulder as she rushed to catch up with him.

"How?" Scott asked.

"Tell me something first," Stiles sighed, turning to face Scott and reaching out to rest a hand across Amber's shoulder blades, "Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek, or because you want to play in the game and he said you couldn't?"

"There are bite marks on the legs, guys. Bite marks."

"Then we're gonna need a shovel." Stiles said.

When Amber sighed underneath his hand, Stiles felt it. He rubbed her back as the three turned and headed back toward the parking lot.

They were going to take Derek Hale down, and then he'd never get anywhere near Amber again.

"Can I just ask, how do we know Derek buried the body?" Amber whispered, squinting in the dark toward the burned ruins of the Hale house as they waited for Derek to emerge, And not someone framing him for-"

"Because, he's the only other werewolf we know who's running around and-" Stiles started quietly, turning to glare at her in the dark cab of the Jeep.

"Shh!" Scott scolded them.

Just as quickly as Scott had hushed them, Derek emerged from the house and strutted over to the Camaro that was parked out front. Stiles waited a moment after the car was out of sight and down the driveway before he pulled his own vehicle up closer to the house and parked.

The three stepped out into the cold night air and Amber shivered. She hadn't even worn a jacket to school, due to the lack of lacrosse practice the day before the big game, she'd known this morning that she wouldn't need to sit outside for an hour that afternoon, but now, protected from the chill by only a thin long sleeved v-neck and jeans, she was overtaken with goosebumps. "Fuck, it's cold."

The boys were pulling shovels from the back of the vehicle while she rubbed at her arms. Scott tossed her the only flashlight, and Stiles climbed back into the car and leaned over to dig around in the backseat. When he re-emerged, he held a dark flannel shirt and tossed it to her before slamming the door shut and claiming one of the two shovels for himself.

Amber thanked him and pulled his shirt on in a rush, sighing gratefully when it immediately cut down on the cold air seeping into her skin. She clicked on the flashlight as they followed Scott around the side of the house.

"Wait, something's different." Scott said as they reached the far side.

"Different, how?" Amber asked, her warm breath puffing out in a cloud.

"I don't know," Scott said, looking around them. He eyed the soot-covered siding of the house for a minute before shaking himself, "Let's just get this over with."

Amber held the flashlight steady as her friends dug a large crater in the fresh-looking soil at the treeline. She chewed at her lip anxiously the deeper they dug, eyeing the dark forest around them nervously like she was just waiting for something to jump out.

"This is taking way too long." Scott complained after roughly twenty minutes of digging.

"Just keep going." Stiles demanded, wiping sweat from his forehead with his shirtsleeve and huffing as he threw another large scoop of dirt out of the hole and into a pile off to the side.

"Keep going, but faster." Amber said, eyes flicking back to the still-dark driveway before returning to where her friends were standing knee-deep in the ground.

"What if he comes back?" Scott asked, also breathing heavily from the manual labor.

"I have a plan for that." Stiles said, shoveling another heap of dirt from the ground at his feet.

"Which is?" Scott asked.

"You run one way. Me and Amber run the other. Whichever he catches first, too bad."

Amber snorted a laugh, her hand shaking the flashlight for a moment before she steadied it to shine on her friends again.

"I hate that plan." Scott complained, shoving his shovel back into the earth with a loud thunk.

"Ooh, stop, stop, stop-" Stiles pushed Scott back before they both dropped to squat down and began to brush the dirt around with their hands.

Amber took one slow step forward to get a better look at what they'd uncovered, but it was just a burlap sack tied shut with a long length of rope.

"Hurry up-" Scott urged, watching as Stiles' fingers worked at the rope.

"I'm trying-" Stiles huffed, "Did he have to tie the thing in, like, nine hundred knots?"

"I'll do it." Scott reached over and began to undo the knots quickly.

Amber's stomach turned painfully with nerves the more they worked at the rope. When it finally fell away, the boys pulled open the bag and all three of them screamed loudly at what they saw inside.

"What the hell is that!" Stiles yelled.

It was a dead wolf. Its fur was dark and soft-looking, but its eyes were murky and glazed over with death.

"It's.. A wolf." Amber stated.

"Yeah, we can see that," Stiles said sarcastically, turning to Scott, "I thought you said you smelled blood — As in, human blood."

"I told you guys something was different!"

"Okay, so Derek buried an actual wolf in his yard," Amber said, still breathing heavily with adrenaline as she waved the flashlight around, "That's not exactly a crime, is it?"

"This doesn't make sense." Stiles said in confusion.

"We gotta get out of here." Scott announced, both boys climbing from the hole.

"Yeah, okay, help me cover this up." Stiles began to brush a small pile of dirt into the hole with his hands.

Amber sighed in relief, returning the flashlight to shine in the crater they'd dug so that the boys could see as they filled the hole back up. She watched Stiles pause, looking past where she was standing on the opposite side of the grave, his eyes catching on something behind her.

"Oh, god. What?" She asked, turning around to shine the light behind her but not finding any immediate danger.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked.

"You see that flower?" Stiles questioned, pointing to a shin-high flower a few inches behind where Amber stood.

"What about it?" She asked, shining the light on it and prodding it gently with the tip of her shoe.

"I think it's wolfsbane." Stiles said quietly, standing up and brushing his hands off on his jeans. He walked around to stand beside Amber and knelt down to look at it closer.

"What's that?" Scott asked with furrowed brows.

Stiled sighed, "Haven't you ever seen The Wolf Man?"

"No."

"Lon Chaney Jr.? Claude Rains? The original, classic werewolf movie?"

"No! What?"

"Not even Dracula?" Amber followed up, "C'mon you have to have seen Dracula. He literally holds up the flower at the end of the movie and-"

"You guys have watched way more of these movies than me, okay?" Scott interrupted.

"You are so unprepared for this." Stiles sighed in disappointment.

Amber watched as Stiles returned his attention to the flower at her feet and tilted his head cutely before pulling the plant up from the ground to reveal a rope tied around the base. He continued to tug gently at the rope and followed its trail as it swirled around the hole they'd dug several times before tapering off where it wrapped around the burlap sack.

Scott suddenly stood from where he was still kneeling at the base of the crater they'd dug, "Guys-"

Amber and Stiles both came to stand beside him and turned their attention back to the grave. Where the dead wolf had laid before, there was now a wide-eyed corpse of a young woman.

"Oh my god!" Amber gasped, flinching back and bumping into Stiles. He reached up to steady her, hands on her shoulders as her back pressed tighter against his chest, the wolfsbane flower tickling at her cheek where it was still clutched between his thumb and forefinger but she hardly noticed it as her mind repeated the same realization over and over.

The top half of the woman from the preserve was buried at the burnt shell of the Hale house.

The next morning, Stiles and Scott forced Amber out of bed at the crack of dawn to drag her back out to the burned house in the preserve.

Hoping to be better prepared for the weather, she had pulled on a dark hoodie underneath the same flannel she'd worn home the night before. It wasn't as cold in the light of day, but she didn't dare risk it.

Apparently, Stiles had already called into the station, reported the body, and implicated Derek over the phone to the deputy who had answered. He and Scott were all too eager to see the older boy arrested.

"Okay, I was up, like, all night and I have a theory-" Amber said quickly as they all tumbled back into of the Jeep, "And I really think we at least mention it to your dad-"

"If this 'theory' is that Derek Hale is somehow innocent in any way-" Stiles interrupted her.

"It's just-"

"No! No, oh my god. No." Stiles stammered, looking between Amber and Scott with wild eyes, "I don't know what has got you so hell-bent on Derek being innocent! I don't know if it's that he's, like, tall and sculpted, and looks like a Greek God-"

"Sounds like you're more hung up on his looks than I am." She muttered petulantly under her breath. Scott snorted a quiet laugh in amusement but Stiles barreled on as if she hadn't spoken.

"-Or if it's just a feeling you're convinced he's giving off, but whatever it is, you're wrong, okay?"

"If you let me just-"

"No."

"It- My gut is telling me-"

Stiles interrupted her again, "Amber, listen to me. You smart, beautiful, ridiculous pain in the ass-" He cut himself off, turning to face her fully in the still-parked vehicle and bringing his face close to hers, "Your instincts suck, okay? They suck. Because they're telling you Derek is a good guy when he is actually a- a dangerous murderer. Who murdered someone. And then buried the body in his own yard."

"I feel like you just complimented, but also insulted me." Amber questioned with a frown after his rant was over.

"That's because he did." Scott chimed in.

She sighed, scrunching her face up in frustration, watching Stiles shake his head before he started the Jeep and backed out of her driveway. He draped his arm over her knee to reach the gear lever and she nudged it occasionally as she mindlessly picked at the long sleeves of the flannel she wore.

"What about Derek's sister though?" Amber looked between the two boys, "Derek said she came into town before he did.. I mean, what if they're both werewolves? What if she's the one killing people and my instincts are right and Derek hasn't done anything wrong?"

"Or," Stiles deadpanned, "Maybe Derek's a liar. And he lied to you about his sister and he murdered someone before burying their body outside of his childhood home. Y'know, because he's a dangerous lying murderer."

Amber sighed in frustration but didn't respond.

When they pulled up to the Hale house, Stiles parked at the edge of the driveway near the treeline, hidden behind the police cruisers already at the scene. There were deputies laying crime scene tape around the area where the body was buried to the side of the house.

The three teens tumbled out of their vehicle and watched as Sheriff Stilinski and a deputy split off to enter the burnt shell of a house to search for Derek.

Amber huddled close to Scott where he was leaning back against the headlights of the Jeep. They watched for movement through the shadowy windows while Stiles did the same from the passenger side door, closest to the house.

When a deputy finally emerged with Derek's hands cuffed behind his back, Amber shrunk back from the glare he aimed at the trio. The officers guided Derek into the back of a police vehicle and Amber watched in distress as Stiles rushed forward to climb into the passenger seat as soon as the coast was clear.

She made a move to follow him but Scott grabbed ahold of the flannel she was wearing, pulling her back to stand beside him. She pouted with another longing glance to where Stiles was sitting inside the car, already conversing with Derek, and Scott shook his head at her.

Only a minute or two passed before Amber saw Sheriff Stilinski rounding the side of the house and heading for the cruiser. She abandoned Scott and made a beeline to where he was pulling Stiles out of the car with a tight grip on his arm.

"There. Stand." The Sheriff released his son, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm just trying to help." Stiles insisted, taking a small step back to stand next to Amber.

"Okay, well, how 'bout you help me understand exactly how you guys came across this?" His dad demanded, looking between the two teens.

"We were looking for Scott's inhaler." Stiles explained, waving his hand around as he spoke. Amber shook her head at him with wide eyes but Stiles kept his focus on his father.

"Which he dropped when?" The Sheriff followed up, eyebrows raised.

"The other night." Stiles stated simply.

"-The other night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body."

"Yes." Stiles sighed, sounding exasperated.

Amber wanted to reach over and cover his mouth with her hands to keep him from continuing to dig himself deeper. It was like she was watching a trainwreck in slow motion.

"The night you told me you were alone and that Scott and Amber were both at home." The Sheriff said slowly.

"Yes! ..No! Oh, crap-" Stiles said with a grimace, finally realizing his mistake. Amber wrapped a hand around his forearm and gave it a squeeze.

"So you lied to me." The Sheriff's words continued to come out as statements rather than questions. The look of disappointment on his face had Amber withering under his gaze, but Stiles remained strong.

"That depends on how you define lying."

"Well," His father started, "I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?"

Stiles hesitated for only a moment, "Reclining your body.. In a horizontal position?"

"Get the hell out of here." The Sheriff demanded.

"Absolutely-"

"Yes, sir."

Stiles and Amber spoke at the same time, scrambling to get back to where the Jeep was parked. Scott was still standing at the front and moved to open the passenger side door when he saw them heading back, "What the hell were you doing?"

Amber sighed as she passed through the open door, sliding into the center seat so that Scott could climb in behind her.

"I was trying to get information out of him!" Stiles explained, climbing into the driver's seat and starting the engine.

"Okay, well, did you?" Scott asked.

"Not really," Stiles began the drive down the long, winding dirt path that led to the house, making his way back out to the main trail for the preserve, "But listen, I have a book in the back. One of you grab it and see if it says anything about the rope and the wolfsbane we found last night."

Scott's arms were longer, so he reached behind Amber's back and dug around until he found the Stiles' backpack. He moved it into the front seat and settled it onto the floor between his legs, digging around inside until he found the book Stiles was referring to. Amber pulled one side of it onto her lap as Scott flipped it open and they began to skim the pages. They flipped past several sections on completely unrelated material and flicked more slowly through the ones on werewolf lore.

"Can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial-" Scott said in frustration, pushing the book fully into Amber's lap.

"Just keep looking," Stiles insisted, glancing at the girl beside him to ensure she was doing just that, "Maybe it's a ritual or something. Like, maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's a special skill y'know? Like, something you have to learn."

"The ritual thing makes sense but I'm not seeing anything in here about it.." Amber said, finger tracing along the words on the page to keep her place in the bumpy car.

"I'll put lessening that on my to-do list." Scott scoffed at Stiles, "Right underneath figuring out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight."

Amber's head suddenly snapped up, eyes wild, "I think I might've printed something off about born-werewolves that could shift fully into a wolf-"

"Or maybe it's different for girl werewolves-" Stiles pondered.

"Okay! Stop it!" Scott shouted at his friends.

"Stop what?" Stiles asked for the both of them, looking at Scott in confusion.

"Both of you just stop saying 'werewolves'! Stop enjoying this so much!" Scott was breathing heavily and Amber slammed the book closed and shoved it between her back and the seat.

"Hey, what's going on?" She asked softly, putting a hand on Scott's arm.

"Are you okay?" Stiles asked, his eyes flicking to the pair beside him before going back to the road.

"No!" Scott said, shoving Amber's hand off of his arm and clenching his jaw, "No, I'm not. I'm so far from being okay."

Amber's face pinched and she awkwardly put her hand back in her lap, feeling like she'd been scolded.

"Y'know, you're gonna have to accept this, Scott." Stiles said.

"I can't-" Scott panted, breaths appearing to come harder.

"Well you're gonna have to-"

"-No! I can't breathe!" Scott yelled, gasping for air.

"I- Are you having an asthma attack?" Amber worried, turning toward him in her seat.

He continued to take in choppy breaths, reaching toward the backpack on the floor. He unzipped the pocket further and opened it to reveal the rope and wolfsbane from the night before.

"Oh, shit-" Amber swore, quickly pulling the backpack away from Scott and into her lap. She jostled Stiles in her haste and the Jeep swerved along the road.

"Pull over!" Scott yelled.

"Why!" Stiles shouted back, righting the steering wheel, "What's happening?"

"You kept it?!" Amber scolded loudly, re-zipping the bag to cut off the floral scent.

"What was I supposed to do with it!" Stiles defended.

"Stop the car!" Scott growled, no longer sounding like he was having an asthma attack but instead beginning to sound as if he were shifting. When Amber looked back at him, his eyes were glowing bright gold.

"Okay!" Stiles stopped sharply to park in the middle of the dirt road. The doors on either side of the Jeep were thrown open and Stiles ripped the backpack from Amber's lap and ran from the vehicle.

She watched Stiles run a short distance before simply launching the backpack as far as he could throw it.

"Okay, we're good. You can-" Stiles turned back to the Jeep and cut himself off, "Scott?"

Amber turned to see that Scott wasn't standing to the side of the vehicle like she'd thought. He was gone.

"Scott?" She called out once before looking back to Stiles with worry.

He began to climb into the car but she immediately reached out to stop him.

"What?" He questioned.

"Stiles, you need the backpack with all of your schoolwork in it. Just take out the rope and wolfsbane."

"Oh, yeah. That- uh, that would've been a good idea." He sighed, looking back toward where he'd thrown the bag before sulking over to follow her advice. When he returned to the vehicle, he threw the bag into the backseat once again and settled behind the wheel. "What the hell do we do now?"

"I- we gotta look for him, right?"

They began to drive the winding road through the preserve again, eyeing the treeline for their friend. When they got out to the main road without spotting him, Stiles pulled out his phone and called into the Sheriff Station on speakerphone.

"Stiles, you know you can't call the dispatch line when I'm on duty-" The deputy said upon answering, likely recognizing his number calling in.

"I just need to know if you've gotten any odd calls-" Stiles said loudly into the receiver.

"Odd how?" The deputy sighed.

Stiles looked at Amber with wide eyes, unsure what to say, and she shrugged. I don't know, She mouthed silently.

"Uh. Like, an odd person or- Or a dog-like individual roaming the streets-"

"I'm hanging up on you now." The deputy responded before the line went dead.

"No! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wai-"

"She's gone, Stiles." Amber sighed, "'A dog-like individual', really?"

"Well, I don't know! What was I supposed to say? 'Any tips about a werewolf?'"

"I don't think it would've gone any worse if you had!"

Later that evening, Jason dropped his sister off at the high school for the game on his way into the fire station. "Hey," He called out when she went to climb out of the truck, "Wish Scott good luck for me. Stiles too-" He rushed to add as an afterthought.

Amber laughed, "I will! Love you."

She waited for her brother's response before slamming the door shut with a wave. Once he pulled away, she gnawed on her lower lip in thought for a moment. She knew she should head out to the field to get a spot on the bleachers, but she needed to check on Scott before the game started.

Decision made, she entered the school and crept into the boys locker room, looking around cautiously. She sighed in relief when she saw that everyone was already changed into their uniforms, moving more confidently as she wound her way through the rows looking for Scott or Stiles.

She stumbled upon Stiles at his locker first and she couldn't help her grin at seeing him in his game-day uniform. "Lookin' good." She said softly over his shoulder, laughing when the boy jumped and spun around to face her.

"Jesus," He gasped, "What are you doing in here?" Stiles looked around behind her like the thought they were about to get in trouble.

"I wanted to check on Scott." She defended.

"Yeah, alright, me too-" Stiles grabbed his duffle bag from his locker before slamming it closed, wrapping an arm around her back and guiding her toward Scott.

When they reached him, Scott was sitting on the changing bench. Their friend looked up and sighed when he spotted the two of them, "You guys gonna convince me not to play?"

Amber sighed and shook her head, knowing there was nothing Stiles or herself could say at this point to change his mind.

"I just hope you know what you're doing." Stiles said.

"If I don't play, I lose first line. And Allison." Scott grabbed his arm pads and began pulling them on.

"You honestly think she's that shallow?" Amber questioned.

"Yeah, Allison's not going anywhere-" Stiles assured him, "And it's one game.. That you really don't need to play."

"I want to play!" Scott whined, "I wanna be on the team. I wanna go out with Allison. I want a semi-freaking normal life. D'you get that?"

"Of course we do." Amber moved to sit on the bench beside Scott.

"We get it," Stiles said, dropping his duffle from his shoulder and straddling the bench to sandwich Amber between him and Scott, "Just try not to worry too much while you're out there, okay? Or get too angry-"

Amber nodded in agreement.

"I got it." Scott sighed.

"-Or stressed."

"I got it." Scott said again.

"Don't think about Allison being in the stands. Or that her father's trying to kill you-"

Amber turned her head sharply to glare at Stiles but he kept going, unfazed.

"-Or that Derek's trying to kill you. Or the girl he killed. Or that you might kill someone.. If a hunter doesn't kill you first-" He was cut off by Amber's hand reaching up to cover his mouth. Stiles made a questioning noise, eyes flicking to Scott who had tensed up, wide-eyed over the course of his rambling. Stiles' eyebrows rose in realization and he frowned sheepishly, pulling Amber's hand gently from his mouth. "I'm sorry. I'll stop."

Amber rose from the bench and rested a hand softly on the side of each boy's neck, unable to reach their shoulders through all of the padding. "Good luck." She smiled at both of them nervously, taking a deep breath and patting their cheeks before turning and leaving the locker room to head out to the field.

The crowd for the first game of the season was huge. The stands were packed and Amber hesitated, looking for a free spot. She caught sight of Scott's mom waving her over and quickly climbed up to sit beside the woman.

"Thank god," Amber laughed as she plopped down onto the cold metal bench, "I wasted too much time talking to the boys that when I got out here I thought I might have to stand on the sidelines the whole game."

"Big crowd, huh?" Ms. McCall smiled, "Is Scott nervous?"

"Uh, yeah. He definitely is," Amber said, "But he'll be fine. He's got this." Amber said the words more to herself, praying that speaking them into existence would somehow make them true.

The players were spilling out onto the field and Amber watched Scott head onto the pitch while Stiles settled into the player's bench. Stiles' dad spotted his son and bent to talk to him for a moment before looking up to search for an open space to sit in the same way that Amber had a few minutes before.

She raised a hand and waved to the man, scooting closer to Ms. McCall and pointing to the spot next to her. He nodded and climbed through the crowd to reach them, sighing gratefully when he sat down beside the girl.

"Hey, Sher-" She cut herself off at the man's eyebrow raise, "Mr. Stilinski." She settled with a smile.

"Hi, kiddo." He smiled, softly, leaning past her to exchange pleasantries with Scott's mom for a moment before turning back to face the pitch. "You think Stiles'll get onto the field?"

"Oh, um, Maybe." Amber smiled.

She hoped desperately that Stiles would get a chance to play this season. He'd warmed the bench during every game their a Freshman year, and she knew that his dad wanted to see him play as badly as she did. But more than that, though Stiles would never say anything, she knew how much her friend hated that his dad came to watch every single game on the off chance he might get thrown in for a few minutes.

"Is your brother down at the fire station for the night?" Sheriff Stilinski asked her.

"Yeah, he's just getting in, so. Probably won't be off until, maybe, midnight tomorrow?" She thought back to the hand-written schedule that was hanging on their refrigerator, "I think he's doing a thirty."

The Sheriff let out a breath, "And I thought I worked long hours." He watched Amber shrug before continuing, "Come home with Stiles and I, we'll order in pizza or something and hunker down for the night."

"Oh," Amber started, not used to receiving an invitation from Stiles' dad instead of her friend, himself, even after all these years. She smiled, "Yeah, I- That sounds great. Thank you."

The field filled up with both team's players and the game started. Amber kept her eyes glued to Scott as they began playing, and it didn't take long for her to notice that the ball was being thrown to every Beacon Hills player except for him. Scott raced around the field, open for a pass, but his teammates avoided him like the plague the entire game.

In the final quarter, a player from the opposing team dropped the ball and Scott made a run for it. Amber narrowed her eyes as she watched Jackson slam into him and send him to the ground.

"Hey!" Amber called out.

Ms. McCall was covering her own mouth with her hands in surprise.

Jackson quickly scooped up the ball himself and ran down the field, sending it past the other team's goalie to score a point.

The crowd cheered as the scoreboard changed to display the new score, 3 - 5, but Amber still frowned. She turned her head at the sound of Lydia screaming for her boyfriend and spotted her and Allison holding up a homemade sign.

We Luv U Jackson

Amber grimaced and she noticed Stiles peering behind him and doing the same when he spotted the girls. Stiles and Amber both returned their attention to Scott, but he'd clearly seen the sign as well. Amber dropped a hand between her knees and crossed her cold fingers, praying that Scott could hold it together.

The players reset after the goal, and they spread out to stand in their positions on the field again. Amber kept her eyes on the little number 11 on Scott's jersey, swallowing hard when she saw a player from the other team slowly back away from him like he was afraid.

"Oh, god." She whispered.

There was only a minute and a half left of the game, surely Scott could keep himself in check for that long.. She hoped.

The whistle blew and a Beacon Hills player won the initial scuffle with the other team to get possession of the ball. Scott raced down the field and when he was blocked by a wall of players, he launched himself inhumanly high into the air, jumping over their bodies to catch the ball in his net. Amber watched wide-eyed as her friend continued downfield, weaving through players expertly and sending the ball into the goal the moment he was close enough for a shot.

Amber and Ms. McCall both cheered loudly, turning to smile at one another in excitement for only a moment while the players reset again.

"McCall! Pass to McCall!" She heard Coach Finstock screaming at the team over the cheers.

There was one minute left and the scoreboard changed again, 4 - 5.

She kept her fingers crossed as she watched the other team get the ball straight away. The player turned to face Scott and froze for a moment before tossing the ball to his opponent. Amber huffed in surprise at the ball now cradled in Scott's net. He raced down the field once more and threw the ball straight into the goalie's waiting stick, but it tore through the netting and went into the goal behind him.

Coach Finstock and Stiles both raced to the sidelines, where the referee was unsure whether to call the shot a goal or not.

"The ball is in the net!" Coach yelled, grabbing the ref's whistle and blowing it himself to signal the goal.

Forty seconds remaining and the score was tied. 5 - 5

Amber's heart was beating violently in her chest with adrenaline, eyes wide as she watched the final seconds of the game. Scott got possession of the ball almost immediately and he raced toward the other team's goal before pausing, looking at the players surrounding him with slow, ominous-looking turns of his head.

"Oh, no." Amber whispered, glancing at the scoreboard to see there were only ten seconds left, "Oh god. Scott, don't lose control now-"

With two seconds left on the clock, Scott shook his head and sent the ball flying into the back of the goal.

Everyone in the crowd jumped to their feet, cheering loudly and already beginning to disperse from the bleachers. Amber climbed her way down with Stiles' dad, his hand wrapped around her bicep to catch her in case she took a wrong step.

Just as they stepped onto the grass, the Sheriff's cell phone began to ring and he stepped away from the chaos to take the call as Amber rushed over to where Stiles was standing on the sidelines to throw her arms around his neck.

"That was crazy! He actually did it!" She laughed.

Stiles reached up to wrap his arms around her back, "Thought he was gonna lose control for a minute there-"

"Oh my god, at the end! I was shaking." She finally loosened her grip and pulled back to look at her friend's smiling face. Her eyes moved from his and traced slowly over the tiny constellation of moles along his cheek. Her gaze dropped to his mouth for only a second before she released him completely and took a small step back.

Stiles looked utterly stunned and Amber took a deep breath before turning away from him to search the field for Scott. Her eyes raked over the many faces, but she didn't see their friend.

"Where did Scott go?"

"Huh?" Stiles asked, shaking his head and reaching up to rub at the back of his neck.

"I don't see Scott anywhere. D'you think he's okay?"

"I don't-" Stiles paused when he saw his dad approaching them with a frown on his face, "Dad, what's wrong?"

The man sighed as he stopped to stand in front of them, "I gotta get down to the station. We're releasing Derek Hale-"

"What!" Stiles squeaked, "No! Why?

"Medical examiner finished the autopsy on the top half of the body and determined the cause of death was the bite marks.. An animal attack."

"But-" Stiles paused, looking at Amber for the first time since his dad had come over. She shrugged and took his hand as he realized he couldn't say anything to deter his father.

"This case has been a mess. But, at least now we know who the victim was, and the cause of death-"

"What?" Amber interrupted when she processed his words.

"We do? Who was it?" Stiles questioned.

The Sheriff sighed again, tucking his phone into his pocket, "She's been ID'd as Laura Hale, Derek's older sister."

"Oh my god." Amber's hand went up to cover her mouth.

"The poor kid," The Sheriff shook his head, "Listen, I really gotta get down to the station. I'm sorry I won't be home for dinner."

"That's alright, don't worry about it, dad." Stiles assured him, squeezing Amber's hand in his own as his mind continued to race.

"You kids still order a pizza or something, all right? I don't like the thought of either of you going home to an empty house on a Saturday night." Sheriff Stilinski gave his son a pat on the shoulder before turning and taking off in the direction of the parking lot.

"Oh my god." Amber repeated quietly.

"We gotta tell Scott." Stiles announced, pulling her along by her hand and jogging toward the school.

The lights in the boys locker room were still out when they got there and Stiles continued to drag her through dark the aisles as they neared the back of the room. He stopped short and pulled her back to hide behind a locker when they neared the showers.

She went to question him but Stiles brought his free hand up to cover her mouth, shaking his head. He jerked his head in the direction of the showers and she peered around him to find Allison and Scott standing in the shower cubicle, kissing. Amber moved back behind the locker to stand beside Stiles, and it was only then that she realized they were still holding hands.

"I- I gotta get back to my dad." They heard Allison say quietly. There was a loud smack of one final kiss before Allison's footsteps began to approach where they were lurking.

"Hi, Stiles," Allison laughed, rounding the corner and spotting Amber beside him. Her eyes flicked down in the dark to where they were joined with a smile, "Hi, Amber."

"Hey." They both responded quietly.

The moment Allison was out of the locker room, Stiles released Amber's hand and the two stepped out from behind the lockers to stand in front of Scott.

"I kissed her." Scott said, a dopey grin on his face.

"We saw." Amber told him.

"She kissed me." Scott's smile continued to grow.

"Yeah, we saw that too." Stiles laughed at the look on their friend's face, "It's pretty good, huh?"

"I-I-I don't know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back." Scott told them, "Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad."

Amber and Stiles looked at each other for a moment and grimaced.

"Yeah.." Stiles huffed out a pained laugh, pulling Amber a step back in the direction of the exit, "We'll talk later then."

"What?" Scott asked nervously, taking a step forward to match their step back. His eyes bounced between them as he waited for an answer.

"The medical examiner. Um, they looked at the other half of the body we found." Amber said quietly.

"And-?" Scott urged.

"Well, we'll keep it simple," Stiles explained, "Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek's human, not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail."

"Are you kidding?" Scott asked his friends with wide eyes.

"No," Stiles answered him, "And here's an even bigger kick in the ass. My dad ID'd the dead girl — both halves. Her name was Laura Hale."

"Hale?" Scott repeated, voice raising.

"Yeah," Amber whispered, "Derek's sister."

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