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ilariyalavorowrites · 1 year

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Good Enough (9-1-1) Part Nine

Imagine: Imagine leaving LA after feeling like an outsider in your relationship with Bobby and Athena as they seem to pull away and distance themselves from you. Only to find that it is almost impossible to actually walk away.

Warnings: Angst with happy ending, AU, Bisexual Athena, BDSM

Pairings: Bobby Nash x Reader x Athena Grant

Word count: 2,434 words

Universe: 9-1-1

Reader gender: Female

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Part: 9/10

DENIAL

REGRET

ANGER

DEPRESSION

ACCEPTANCE

The five stages of grief could be seen as a series of rooms that all would pass through one day. Yet here the three of you were, stuck in different rooms with the doors thrown open. Staring through the passage, trying to make sense of this new world that emerged and encompassed you in a blink of an eye.

You stood in acceptance, a warm and homely space with its eggshell white walls decorated to the nines like a log cabin from your youth. With a crackling log fire in the furthest corner from the entrance. It was as if this room was a perpetual state of your favourite memory of Christmas morning. One that brimmed with joy and childish delight, where anything was possible. A point to step off from into a new beginning.

Athena stood firmly a few rooms back, in the dark red shades of burgundy, scarlet and sangria with veins of oranges and purples dancing through. Sharp edges filled the space, reflecting the pain that lay at the heart of it. The walls pulsated like a heart skipping a beat before cracking creating a unique jigsaw. This room was Athena, her anguish and fury. This was every argument at 3 am, every screaming match over the small detail. That sudden rush of betrayal that came when discovering that you had been wronged, that desire to have the answers to the questions regardless of the pain that would inevitably follow.

Bobby, he was starting on the outside looking inwards. Trying to make sense of what was playing out between his two lovers. He held none of the cards, and had no real answers to thousand or more whirling and desperate questions piling up. More appeared with every new facial expression or slight change in non verbal cues that were missed by most. He himself would readily admit that they would slip right past his gaze if he wasn’t completely laser focused but here was, gaze fixed flicking from one to the other. He noticed, he saw but at the same time, Bobby knew that he was missing vital information. There was more to the situation than a simple hit and run. He had been left out of the bigger picture and that Athena had discovered.

As the penny began to drop, he edged closer into Denial. That bland void of a room where the dusky grey walls gleaned. The furnished by a small moth eaten patchwork chair. The once thick foam had seen better days and the worn down barely brown carpet badly needing replacing. It felt foreign, disconcerting almost as if you had entered the wrong room but yet this was where you were meant to be? A room that easily generates follow on questions and what if statement at the drop of hat. That can of worms had been opened, stomped on to the point of obliteration. Nothing remained. For now there was no way for Pandora to now close that box and stuff back in all the horrors that had been unleashed.

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This was a moment that he had never fully considered. Medical emergencies were given in his and Athena’s line of work but not hers. No, this had barely crossed his mind. He worried for sure, that was a daily occurrence. In those times when he was home alone, the darkness would encroach into his apartment. A heaviness would settle in like a fine mist blowing in from the sea and that inner doubtful voice would return.

Bobby could not deny that such abhorrent negative thoughts had passed through his mind at his lowest. Hitting rock bottom staring down at that bottle of liquor tempting him to drink away all his woes and simply forget. Forget that they were going to leave him, it was inevitable. Just over the horizon, there was someone better, someone young and not so broken as he. Yet here he was facing it down. His face paled, all whilst hiding by his mask but god was he scared for what came next.

Athena’s rage burnt hot, fast and was all-consuming. It was comparable to flash fire, that sudden chemical reaction that created an intense flame. It was there one moment then gone once it had rushed through the source of combustion. Right now, you were that primary source at the heart of the chemical mixture.

The spark that had ignited her ire, whipping it until it had exploded. Once it had drawn you in, like a moth to a flame but now you had to stand strong as you walked into the bowels of hell. The intense heat biting at your flesh, daring you to keep your distance. This was not the time to keep yourself at arms lengths, for that time had long since passed. This was a moment to remain as cool as ice, you were riddled with a multiple of negative emotions, each fighting to burst through. Guilt by far, was one of the strongest, second to acceptance which led the charge.

This was your internal struggle, one that could wait until you were by your lonesome self, grieving this loss in a darkened room miles away from this place. Full well knowing that you had haphazardly chosen the cowardly way, thinking it was the best option at the time. In the back of your mind you had never considered that all your running would lead you straight here directly into the heart of the furnace, into the very depths of your own personal hell.

As you stood there, growing ever more anxious as each passing second ticked by. It echoed loudly in your ears, a constant reminder of the passage of time grinding to any of an almost standstill. Each second felt like an hour, an hour felt as if a lifetime had passed you by. Yet here you were standing still almost as if you were made of marble, frozen in time.

Even though this was the true heart of the storm, as the fast, razor sharp winds whirled around you cutting off any thoughts of escape. There was no way back, only forward. This would be far from an easy conversation. One that most feared as relationships formed, flourishing before obstacles presented themselves.

There were many moments that peppered each lifetime that were difficult to face. They had to be faced one way or another. You had chosen to take the easy path as you stood at the fork in the road but ultimately it had looped around, rejoining the harder path. A road unwalked, unpaved and full of tough choices. Ones that you wished and pleaded like a desperate coward stood in front of their executor crying out for mercy, but falling upon deaf ears.

Oh where to begin? As an impossible stream of starts to an inconceivable number of sentences and statements whizzed through your mind. It was a dizzying reality to beyond but this was yours and yours alone. Your anxiety creeps higher and higher with each silent moment. Soon one of you would have to break through, for it was palpable enough that it might be cut with a knife.

“Ideally, this isn’t the best place for the three of us to talk but this can’t wait” Bobby steely and more serious than you had ever seen him before. The point of no return had truly been crossed. For now, you were standing face to face with Captain Nash and Sergeant Grant not your lovers. The mere experience was both terrifying but yet pleasing. As a redness began to blossom upon your cheeks, equal parts embarrassment to lust. God, you should not be turned on by but it was so damn difficult not to be.

With your lower lip rotating in your mouth, tentatively biting down each time that the soft flesh made contact with your teeth. You needed to remain calm, level and completely neutral if you were going to smoothly navigate through the murky waters that you were sinking deeper into.

You need to think before speaking, treat this like an interrogation. The world melted away as you imagined yourself seated on a cold steel chair, with arms resting upon the smooth metal top of a table bolted down to the floor. You were in her wheelhouse now. As the stern and unwavering eyes of Sergeant Grant met your own, nervously flitting from one spot to another. You catch sight of Fire Captain Nash just beyond, with his back firmly pressed against the wall silently observing the room.

“You hold all the cards, it’s time to show your hand” The Sergeant firmly spoke, edging closer as she leant forward no more than an inch. It was hardly enough to be noticeable but yet your mind briefly wandered, removing you from your own perfectly constructed fantasy for a fraction of second longer than you desired.

“Then ask your burning questions Sergeant Grant'' You shot back as you fell right back in, unpausing the overly dramatic scene as you leant back into the chair, feeling its sharp edges start to dig in. It was truly the most uncomfortable seat that you had the displeasure of being forced to use. Silence followed, with only the steady beat of your own heart to keep you company as you waited for the next question to arrive.

“I’m waiting” You teased, prodded the quietly fuming Officer to see if she would take the bait and bite back. She remained silent, as the cogs within her mind churned, creating and then breaking now the questions that formed. As she worked through until she found the perfect opening line of enquiry. You would wait but he wouldn’t be the silent partner for a second more than necessary. It was hard to miss the rage circling within, fighting to break free and scorch the ground beneath his feet.

In the way, he clenched his fists so tightly that the tips of his fingers blanched or how the facial muscles tightened as he barely held back his tongue lashing out with the strength of his conviction fought back, lashing out with the intensity of the tempest that lay within. God, he was ready to break. Captain Nash was dancing on the edge of a blade. One wrong move in either direction then all hell would break loose.

The very thoughts of being on the receiving end of that explosion shook your world three inches to the left. It wasn’t something you had considered until this very moment. You were reaping what you had sown. With your focus fixed upon him, you had failed to notice her watching you watching him.

It was only for a fraction of a second, the briefest of moments before you pulled your gaze away from his. Just add another string to your bow, staring at one of your interrogators. This was far more awkward that you would have considered it to be but then again, you never thought that a situation like this would occur. Yet here you were.

“I didn’t wake up one particularly grim morning and say to myself let’s cut my losses and get out of this town as I lay there alone in my bed. You spoke with a waiving confidence that you feared would soon break but you needed this. To get what weighed heavily upon your heart off your chest. You continued on.

“Daring to hope that my phone would surge into life. For I knew what I was getting into when this all began but this went well beyond that” You paused to gather your thoughts before speaking once more. Athena however beat you to the punch, finding her voice. Her frustration is more prevalent than ever before. It was in the way she sat, back firmly pressed against the back of the chair.

"Yet, there is no clear example of you reaching out, trying to raise the issue with either parties" She said through gritted teeth, biting back. Her words awash with razor sharp accusations. For she had one firm goal in the forefront of her mind. That was to cut down to the core of it, get the accused to confess and admit the wrongdoings that lined with the story the evidence told. To see that bleeding heart and reach the truth that was desperately required for peace of mind, to move forward from here. Throughout, her face remained neutral, a blank slate that revealed nothing of storm brewing rapidly within.

The trap had been set, the bait firmly in place. All Sergeant Grant needed to do was to be patient and wait. The temptation to react, to bite back would be too much to completely resist. How long would it take? A few minutes or maybe as long as an hour? She simply could not say or predict when the cracks would start to form as your resolve chipped away. She was waiting with bated breath for your mask to finally drop then she would have what she was after but would it be truly worth it?

For that was the one question that she could not predict what. It twisted like a knife to the gut would as she lingered upon it longer than she necessarily needed to. She pushed aside but would not go away so easily, haunting her like a dark cloud on a sunny day. Ready to spoil the mood at a moment's notice. Was she really ready for the next words to fall from your lips?

Athena held steadfast to the belief that she was but a sliver of doubt remained within, tainted this burst of certainty. Captain Nash noticed this momentary blip, this slight hesitation that fell over the surefast and confident Sergeant as her body language altered just enough to reveal her broken heart. It was only for a split second, there one moment but gone in the next but he noticed.

The Fire Captain abided by his promise, keeping silent in the background as Sergeant Grant conducted the integration. However there would come a time when he would enter the fray and say his piece. This was not the right moment, not quite yet but soon. His frustration weighed heavily upon his chest, his confusion at what he had missed. Professional pulled at core pushing back the overwhelming emotional centre of his being that bleed through the seams of stitches that held him together. Would this be the moment when his broken heart shattered upon the cement floor beneath his feet? He hoped that it wasn’t. Once had been more than enough.

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chasing-chimeras · 8 months

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“you know those kinds of girls who look like they're made / of honey and glass, like sticky sweet ash / and you can't get the taste off your tongue? / burnt sugar and a little bit of rum?” – honey and glass by peyton cardoza

Hayden Romero in Red Flags

“Pick up your jaw and hobble your way out of the last century, grandpa.”

#hayden romero #hayden romero moodboard #gwayden #trayden #gwen x hayden x tracy #teen wolf au #teen wolf moodboard #teen wolf #college au #sapphic polyamory #poly triad #polyamory moodboard #red flags #red flags edit #my edits #this wasn't gonna be posted until chapter 7 or 12 but here we are #i'm thinking about lesbians again (terminal)

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ti-bae-rius · 8 months

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People who are polyam/polyfidelitous:

I am researching for a book and would love to know

- what do you wish you saw more of in media?

- any tropes you hate?

- best examples of closed polyamory/polyfidelity in your opinion?

Thanks in advance! Non-poly people are more than welcome to comment, but I’ll obviously give a bit more weight to own voices responses x

#polyamarous #poly #polyfidelity #polyamory #throuple #poly triad

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emperorofsuccubi · 4 months

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General Throuple Prompts

So there really aren't enough throuple prompts out there, so I thought I'd make a batch! There's 31, so you can do a whole month if that's you jam, and should be applicable to most throuples, so break out your OT3 and go nuts! 1) Checking into a hotel room

2) Sharing a dessert

3) Throuples Costume

4) Seating arrangements

5) Date Night

6) Am I interrupting anything?

7) Uggh, my ex/exs

8) Cuddling

9) Twister

10) Emergency contact

11) Birthday

12) First date

13) The Middle Spoon

14) Misunderstandings

15) Moving in together

16) Christmas

17) Business trip

18) Home cooked meals

19) Meeting the parents

20) The kids talk

21) PDAs

22) Sorry, we're exclusive

23) It's your turn to hold the camera

24) Proposal

25) Bathroom counter/cabinet

26) Lover's spat

27) Whose name are we taking?

28) Laundry day

29) Bachelor(ette) parties

30) Wedding/commitment

31) Honeymoon And a bonus prompt, as it won't work with everyone: Bonus: "I'm Pregnant"

#throuple #poly triad #writing prompts #ot3 #polyamory #threes0me

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gods-graveyard · 5 months

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I UPDATED BITCHES AND BITCHETTES

Go read "Book one- Navigating the den of snakes" on ao3

This is a shameless self promo- no i will not apologize, yes i will do this everytime- there is no escape.

you might as well forfit your will now and go read it. Its o n l y 11k (aka sooner you read the less your having to fight through to get up to date)

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kittyt-hexxed · 2 years

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My Lovers Hate Each Other (Vi x Sevika x Reader) - 3

Part Three - A Pleasurable Turn of Events

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Final Part

Warnings: Polyamorous relationship, Sex on top of you, bondage, voyuerism, strap-on use, vaginal sex (vi receiving, reader receiving), anal sex, threesome, double penetration, praise kink, switch Vi, dom Sevika, pet names, Daddy kink

Summary: You ban Vi and Sevika from your bed until they can get along. When you notice that they’re starting to earlier than you thought, you get suspicious. The night they’re allowed back in, they surprise you with an interesting bit of information.

After Vi pummeled those two groups of people for even daring to hit you, people were saying their please and thank yous to her. Sevika wasn’t thrilled to hear about someone trying to hurt you or that Vi was the one to step in. She made sure that if anyone dared to even breathe the wrong way in your direction, she would find them and kill them. Vi seconded that which lead to them glaring at each other for a solid minute. You should have known that was only the beginning.

Everything that they did for you had become this unspoken competition. If Vi got you one night, Sevika got you the next. Any gifts that you received from Vi would mysteriously end up under your bed, while the ones Sevika got you ended up in the closet. When you planned a date night with Sevika, Vi would come to you the next day proposing one with her. It took a few months before the back and forth got to be a bit too much for you.

“Listen.” You sit down on your bed, tired from the day, “I really enjoy the attention the two of you are giving me, but this… competition has to stop. You’re giving me whiplash from how quickly I’m doing things with the two of you. There’s no need to be doing this.” The irony of the situation is that they’re both very alike. Even the way they’re currently posed - arms crossed, leaning against opposite walls and staring intently at you - only spoke to their similarities.

“There’s no competition.” Sevika snorts, “I don’t need to compete with her.”

“Oh really?” Vi scoffs, “Then why’d you feel the need to go out with her yesterday? After I took her out on a date the day before?”

“I don’t need an excuse to take my girlfriend out.” Sevika narrows her eyes, “And you took her on that date after I took her on one.”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about!” You groan, “I’m fine with how we’ve been doing things, but this is getting too overwhelming. So drop the egos and stop comparing dick sizes!” You watch helplessly as your girlfriends glare at each other. Sometimes you wonder if that’s how they communicate from the way they sigh in tandem.

“Fine.” They both grumble before glaring at each other again.

“Thank you. Now go talk and fuck it out.” You cross your arms, “I’m tired of this.” They snap their heads in your direction, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

“Don’t look at me like that. You two have raging sexual tension and it’s even more noticeable when we’re alone. I can tell you have feelings for each other that you’re repressing for some reason, but I can’t make up for it for you. So, go on. Have a heart-to-heart and tear each other's clothes off.” You shoo them out, “I’m sleeping on my own until you can stay in the same room together. Because I want cuddles from both of you without feeling like I’m the last piece of meat.” They both groan, knowing that you’re being honest.

“After you.” Vi motions to the door, “Off to our exile.”

“For the record, Vi and I don’t have sexual tension.” Sevika scoffs, making you roll your eyes.

“There’s a thin line between love and hate, darling.” You give her a sweet smile.

“Yeah, and we’re firmly at hate.” Vi huffs.

“We’ll see about that.” You smirk, “Go on.”

To your surprise, it only took a month before they were being civil with each other. It made you suspicious because the amount of hostility between the two of them wasn’t something you’d lose overnight. You even briefly entertained that they might be plotting each other’s deaths. That was until you caught Vi changing one day and saw bruising along her hips. At first, you thought it was from a fight she must’ve gotten into so you carried on to your room without saying a thing. It wasn’t until you were falling asleep that you realized those kinds of bruises don’t come from a fight. You’ve had similar bruising on you from Sevika. You had to cover your mouth to keep an excited scream in.

That made you pay more attention to the two of them. Their interactions in public were still snarky comments and snippy tones, but you noticed a slight difference. Sometimes Sevika’s eyes would linger a second too long or Vi would cross her arms under her chest instead of over it. You couldn’t help the near manic grin that crossed your face as your thoughts were finally confirmed. Sevika and Vi are fucking, and you’re the only one who knows.

It became even more apparent when the three of you were alone together. Sevika was more handsy with you in front of Vi and Vi was more daring with her words. You couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Vi would rile you up with her words while Sevika subtly caresses the inside of your thighs. You’d be slipping out of a pair of wet panties every night and it was frustrating since you banned them from your bed.

You were thrilled when they started getting along better in private, and you let them come back into your bedroom a few months after you kicked them out. They stopped competing over little things and it was a breath of fresh air. You were able to enjoy your time with them without dreading what would happen after. You didn’t dare to bring up that you knew they were fucking. Whatever tentative truce they have was being formed from it and you didn’t want to mess that up. That was… until they told you about it in the sexiest way possible.

“Vi.” You whine in frustration, “Please stop teasing me like this.” She had tied your hands to the headboard after the two of you stripped and took her time exploring your body. Vi was very sensual with you when it came to sex. She loved to take her time and wasn’t as rough with you as Sevika was. Not that you minded. Sex with Sevika was for her pleasure, your pleasure came secondhand from the enjoyment of being treated like a doll. She was so rough with you that aftercare was a must when you crashed down from your high. With Vi, you could relax and enjoy yourself because it was about your pleasure. Except, there were times like this when she wanted to indulge in you. Those times usually ended with you horny out of your mind and pleading with Vi to touch you.

“Hm? But I like when you’re like this, sugar.” Vi kisses the inside of your thigh, “You’re spread out for me, wet and needy, while I leave kisses all over you. I don’t want to end this any time soon.” She hums. Your door opens and you both turn to see Sevika walk in. She pauses, slowly closing the door as her eyes roam over the sight in front of her. You knew she must’ve been enjoying it. Vi between your spread legs, her ass in full view from the position she’s in.

“Having fun, are we?” Sevika comments, taking off her shirt. You had completely forgotten that tonight was the first night you demanded they cuddle with you. Vi had gotten handsy and that left your mind.

“I am.” Vi smirks, sitting down and leaning against your leg.

“I’m not.” You huff, tugging on the ropes, “Vi’s being such a tease.” A soft blush heats your cheeks as you’re left exposed for Sevika to see. She approaches the bed and sits down on your other side, her hand sliding up your thigh as she does.

“I thought you liked that, kitten.” Sevika smirks, fingers rubbing against your slit, “You want to be touched so badly, don’t you? You’re so wet and all Vi’s done is kiss you.” You can’t help the small moan that leaves your lips. You were desperately needing some kind of touch and she was doing just enough to relieve some of the ache.

“Yes, yes I do.” You whimper, “Please one of you touch me. Or both of you, I don’t care but please.”

“And here I thought we were going to have a conversation tonight.” Sevika raises an eyebrow at Vi, moving her hand away.

“She was looking too cute.” Vi shrugs, “I was hoping to eat her out before you got back, but you’re here earlier than planned.”

“Wait, what?” You blink, “What conversation?”

“Sevika and I wanted to talk to you about our relationship.” Vi hums, hand rubbing the inside of your thigh. It took you a moment, your mind a bit too distracted by Vi’s hand to move fast enough. ‘Our relationship? What do they- OH!’ You let out an excited squeal.

“So it’s true?!” You gasp, “You two are fucking?!”

“Of course, you found out.” Sevika chuckles, “Yes, it’s true… it’s actually a bit more than that.” The two of them exchange an amused glance that has you wiggling around in your restraints.

“Sevika and I are dating.” Vi smiles at you, making your jaw drop, “You were right that there was tension between the two of us. We ended up sitting down together and tried talking about what happened but ended up having angry sex instead.” You laugh at that. You knew there was something between them, and you’d never been wrong before. But to hear that they went straight to sex instead of talking was so them.

“I told you!” You giggle, “You both said I was wrong, but now you’re dating!”

“Watch yourself, kitten.” Sevika smirks, “You’re still tied up.” Your gaze goes up to your hands and you pout.

“Can you untie me? Since neither of you is feeling too keen on getting me off.” You raise a challenging eyebrow. This is the first time you’ve had the two of them with you in weeks, and you were feeling smug after being proven right. You’d either end up being fucked or forced to go to bed horny. You were really hoping it was going to be the first one instead of the other, but it was a gamble.

“Untie you?” Sevika shakes her head, “No, kitten, we're not going to untie you yet.” You watch with wide eyes as Sevika’s fingers tangle into Vi’s hair, tilting her head back, and she kisses her. You make a noise in the back of your throat as your girlfriends make out with each other. The heat between your legs had been dying down but this brought it back. You found it hot the way Vi let Sevika take control and you were almost disappointed when they stopped. But, your interest was piqued when Vi straddles you and kisses you. You nearly moaned against her lips, tasting the whiskey Sevika enjoyed along with the chocolate Vi had been snacking on. Vi breaks the kiss, bringing her lips to your ear, “You’re going to lay here underneath me, unable to touch, while Sevika fucks me.” Your breathing hitches and you swear your heart explodes from how fast it’s beating.

“Okay…” You breathe out, “I-I can do that.” You nod, dumbfounded by what she said. Vi chuckles and kisses you again. You can feel the movement between your legs, and knowing that it’s Sevika makes you dizzy. The kiss is broken by Vi letting out a whine. You hear Sevika let out a low chuckle, “You’ve been thinking about this all day, huh, bunny?”

“S-Shut up!” Vi hisses, a heavy blush on her face, “Just- ah!” She’s cut off as Sevika pulls her down onto her strap. You swallow hard with a blush on your face, and from this moment you know you’re not going to make it through this. You watch Vi’s facial expressions as Sevika fucks her and it makes your stomach do flips. You’ve never had the chance to see Vi in a vulnerable position like this, and you loved the faces she was making. It didn’t help that they were talking dirty not just to each other but to you in the process.

“Vi takes my dick like a greedy slut, Y/n.”

“I bet you want to be fucked like this, too, kitten.”

“Kiss her to shut her up for me, won’t you?”

“Watching my tits bounce, cutie pie?”

“Listen to her moaning like a whore.”

You swear that another minute of this will make you cum on its own. You are so horny that it hurts and you couldn’t even squeeze your thighs together to find relief. This was some form of blissful torture, and you were torn between loving and hating it. Vi drops her head by your shoulder, whining that she’s going to cum, and when she does the moan that sounds makes you whimper with need.

“Shit, Vi.” You hear Sevika groan, “You squirted all over.”

“I swear to the Gods if I’m not fucked tonight, I’m going to cry.” You whine as Vi gets off of you, her cum running down your thighs and dripping off of Sevika’s strap. Vi heads for the bathroom while Sevika moves up the bed to untie your hands.

“Do you think you’ve earned it?” Sevika raises an eyebrow at you.

“Vi’s cum is running down my thighs and you’re asking me if I’ve earned it.” You snort, flexing your wrists once they’re untied, “After that torture? Yes, I have.” You sit up in bed.

“You hear that Vi?” Sevika calls to her, “She says she’s earned it.”

“Then we better reward her for being so patient.” Vi responds as she walks out of the bathroom, her own strap on. ‘Ah. They’re not going to tag-team me… are they?’ Sevika grabs your chin and kisses you, pulling you forward and off of the bed. You feel Vi’s hands at your waist as she presses her chest to your back. You can feel her strap against your ass, the slick feeling letting you know that it’s lubed up.

“You want to get fucked, kitten?” Sevika purrs, holding your chin.

“Yes. Yes, please.” You groan. You didn’t want them to check in with you, you wanted them to just fuck you senseless, but you knew the rules. Consent had to be given in one form or the other before sex. That way no one felt like they had to do it if they didn’t want to.

“Think you can take the two of us?” Vi nips at your neck, “Be our good girl?”

“Hell yes.” You groan, your clit aching from these words, “I’ll take both of you.” ‘Our good girl. Gods, that’s sexy.’ You gasp as Sevika lifts you up with ease and slides you down onto her strap. You let out a low moan, your pussy stretching around the thick silicone before you’re gasping as Vi slides into your ass. You’ve done one or the other but the feeling of their two thick straps is a new sensation that you have to get used to.

“Breathe, kitten.” Vi kisses your neck, “We won’t start until you tell us you’re ready.” You nod your head, focusing your breathing as you try to get used to the feeling. Then, you realize that your feet are off the floor. Vi and Sevika are the only ones keeping you up like this. You’re pressed between them, feeling their muscular bodies against yours and before you realize it you’re begging them to start. With a teasing comment from both of them, they oblige.

You’re intensely aware of every thrust they make. You’d feel Sevika, then Vi, then back to Sevika and it would go back and forth so you didn’t have a moment of pause. You’ve never felt anything like this before, at least not at once. They were both big enough that you could feel them pressing against each other inside of you. It added this deeper feeling of pleasure that you found yourself loving.

Sevika and Vi knew what they were doing. They knew your body better than you at times, and they were proving it. That painful burning had been switched out for an intoxicating pleasure that kept you from being quiet. You were gasping for breath and moaning at the same time as their thrusts made your head spin. That wasn’t the only reason though. You loved when they talked dirty to you, and hearing them both do it at once was too attractive.

“You’re such a good girl, kitten. Taking both of your doms at once.”

“Your moans make me want to fuck you harder.”

“Keep making those pretty little noises.”

“That a girl. You’re making me proud.”

“Do you like feeling our straps, baby?”

“I love having your pussy stretched around me like this.”

“Fuck, I could play with your ass forever if you keep moaning like that.”

Sevika was groping your ass while Vi’s hands had found your breasts. There was too much going on and all you could think was that you loved it. You were clawing at Sevika’s shoulders, completely at their mercy as they fucked you and left hickeys on your neck. You were right on the edge and struggling to say something coherent enough for them to know. You had lost your voice at some point, incoherent babbling is the only thing you could get out. They teased you for it, asking why you were so speechless when you were begging earlier. You could only dig your nails deeper into Sevika’s skin.

Your orgasm shot through you, forcing you to curl your toes as your eyes rolled back and your vision went white. It was the most intense orgasm you’ve had and they fucked you through it, praising you for cumming. You could feel it running down your thighs and it reminds you that Sevika fucked you with the same strap that Vi had cum on. You breathe heavily as they stop, your body relaxing into their arms. The three of you stand there for a moment, basking in the remnants of your blissful high before Vi kisses your cheek and gently pulls out. You whimper, already missing her as she heads to the bathroom. There will have to be aftercare since anal sex made you feel so vulnerable after. Sevika carefully lifts you off, getting another whimper from you now that you’re feeling empty. You cling to her, not wanting to be alone and she understands.

“Shhh, kitten.” Sevika kisses you, picking you up bridal style, “We’re going to shower and get into bed, okay? All three of us. You’re getting your cuddles tonight.”

“Okay.” You mumble, starting to feel sleepy, “We didn’t get to fuck you.” You pout as Sevika puts you down.

“She’s right.” Vi yawns, turning the shower on, “Next time we’re starting with you.”

“No, thank you.” Sevika declines, making you and Vi roll your eyes.

“I’m going to ride her face.” You declare, looking at Vi, “What about you, baby?”

“While you do that, I’ll eat her out.” Vi smiles mischievously, “She can turn down one of us, but she can’t turn down two of us.”

“You two shut up and get in the shower.” Sevika grumbles, but you can tell that she’s flustered. No one has ever explicitly stated that they wanted to fuck her before. Usually, they talked about her fucking them, but not the other way around. Now her two girlfriends were set on servicing her, and Sevika couldn’t deny that she felt butterflies at that. You give her a kiss on the cheek, tugging Vi into the shower with you, squealing in shock when you feel hot water fall onto your head, “Wha-” You turn your wide eyes to Vi who gives you a grin.

“I may have called in a favor while you were out today.” Vi winks, making you kiss her.

You woke up in the morning feeling warm and cozy, legs intertwined and arms around your waist. You could barely move without bumping into Vi or Sevika and both women were still asleep. You reach up to brush Vi’s hair out of her face, only for her to grab your hand and place a kiss on your knuckles. Her eyes flutter open, sleepy blue irises meet yours as a lazy smile crosses her lips.

“Good morning, bunny.” You whisper teasingly, a pink tint appearing on Vi’s cheeks.

“Morning, kitten.” Vi responds, her voice deeper and sending a shiver up your spine, “Did you sleep okay?” She brushes her thumb against your cheek.

“I feel like a teddy bear.” You giggle, “But, I did sleep okay. Did you?”

“I slept better than I have in months.” Vi hums, eyes darting over your shoulder, “It looks like she is, too.”

“Yeah.” You smile fondly, “I’m just going to let her sleep. The club doesn’t open until tonight, so we can relax until then.”

“I… still can’t believe Sev and I are together.” Vi sighs, “I was crushing on her so hard when I was younger. After I thought she got Vander killed, I had to strangle my crush on her but it never went away. So it just… turned into this seething rage instead and seeing her face again…”

“You wanted to kiss her so badly that you went for murder instead?” You joke.

“Exactly!” Vi laughs with you, “Then I found out you were in a relationship with her and then I was falling for you… A lot of emotions for me to sort through, but we talked it out. I don’t blame her for Vander’s death anymore, but all of that falls onto Silco.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re home.” You lean in and kiss her softly, “And I’m glad you’re happy… By the way, are your hips-?”

“-Oh, yeah. There will be bruises when I get out of bed.” Vi snorts, “But you know, I find it hot so I’m not complaining.”

“You too?” You gasp, and Vi nods.

“There is something so fucking hot about Sevika leaving bruises.” Vi groans, “She is the only one I’ll ever let top me.”

“Have you called her Daddy at any point?” You curiously raise an eyebrow.

“No.” Vi responds, but her face turns pink and you smile knowingly, “No, I haven’t.”

“That’s a lie.” You hear Sevika’s husky voice rumble, “Don’t lie, bunny.”

“VIIIIII!!!” You scream, lunging onto Vi in excitement, a wide teasing grin on your face. You playfully try to squeeze her cheeks while she’s trying to keep your hands away, “You’re bluuussshiiinnng!”

“Get off of me!” Vi laughs, grabbing your wrists with a heavy blush on her face, “Don’t make a big deal out of it! It’s nothing!”

“Are you being shy?!” You gasp down at her. You and Vi stare at each other before you screech as you’re tossed off of the bed. You groan as you hit the ground, staring up at Vi who’s looking at you from over the edge, eyes narrowed.

“That wasn’t a no.” You point out as Sevika sits up and pulls Vi onto her lap.

“Because she knows it’s a yes.” Sevika smirks, kissing Vi’s neck, “Don’t you, bunny?”

“I hate both of you.” Vi grumbles, once again blushing as you and Sevika grin at her.

#vi x reader #sevika x reader #vi x reader x sevika #vi x sevika #polyamory #poly triad #vi arcane #sevika arcane

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Alex Cabot x Casey Novak x Reader SFW Fluff Alphabet

Big thanks to to @scealaiscoite for their SFW Poly Fluff Alphabet for the inspiration here!

a = affection Is anyone more overtly affectionate than the others? You are definitely the most outwardly affectionate. Not in a PDA sense, you just tend to be the most sentimental. You don't initiate physical touch a whole lot, but Alex and Casey both know you are down to cuddle at any time, and they take advantage of it often. Alex is the snugglier of the two, but Casey gets FOMO when you snuggle without her, so she'll jump in, too. b = bed What's the sleeping situation like? California King (no twin bed! no roommates!). Casey on the right, Alex on the left. You are forever the middle spoon because (a) you love it, (b) you're by far the smallest, and (c) both Casey and Alex can feel a bit smothered after a whole night of middle spoon-ing. c = comfort When someone's feeling down, how do the others look after them? When you're down, your self-esteem takes a hard hit, so Alex and Casey do their best to be extra reassuring. When Alex is down, you and Casey do your best to make her feel important and to distract her. Nice clothes, expensive dinner, all your attention all night. When Casey's down, she needs to take a fucking break. The problem is that she never wants to. You and Alex usually have to take her phone and laptop away and force her to relax. Bubble bath, takeout, snuggles, the works.

d = dates What do dates look like? Who usually plans them, and are they individual or a group affair? You take turns planning, but also enjoy the occasional spontaneous date. Everyone is always invited, but not everyone always goes. You have lots of things you like to do all together, like dinner and a movie or a weekend at the beach or a trip to the farmer's market. But there are things you do in pairs, too. For example, you and Alex love classical music, so you've got season tickets to the NY Phil, but Casey's ears would explode if you made her go. Alex will attend a sports event with you and Casey once in a blue moon, but mostly it's just you two. Alex and Casey love dancing, from ballroom to clubbing and everything in between. You are a truly awful dancer and have a really hard time in loud, crowded environments, so you usually send them on their way and enjoy an evening to yourself.

e = events Who drags everyone else to their family's and friends' events? When it comes to family, you do all the dragging. Casey's parents live in the city, so you see them at least a few times a month, and Alex doesn't talk to her dad (her mom died when she was 17). You're very close to your family, and you're the only one who has siblings and nieces and nephews. Christmas at your family's is a given, and Alex and Casey are 100% there for it. But friend events? Those are all Casey. Alex will drag you to one, too, mostly out of obligation, but Casey genuinely enjoys going out and grabbing drinks with friends and will convince you both to go with her sometimes.

f = fights Are fights something that happen often? How are they resolved? Of course you fight. Everyone fights. But the fights are usually civil and logical and respectful. You've got twice as many relationships to maintain in a triad, so direct communication is a priority for you all. Casey and Alex have had to learn how to tone down their "lawyer-ness" during arguments, though. At first, they'd sometimes fight you so hard–like they were in court–that they'd end up making you cry. They always felt awful and backpedaled real quick. They're a lot gentler with conflicts now.

g - getting together How did you all get together? Alex and Casey met at work, a slow-burn career romance. By the time you came along, they'd already been together for several years. They'd discussed polyamory before and, while neither was necessarily opposed, neither one of them had anyone else they wanted to date either. So it was very much a we'll cross that bridge when we come to it situation. They came to the bridge when you moved to the city and joined Casey's rec softball league. It was Casey who fell for you first, Casey who started inviting you out to lunch with her and Alex after softball games, Casey who cautiously, gently asked Alex how she'd feel about her dating you. To which Alex said, Yeah, of course, if it'll make you happy. But I think I kind of want to date her, too. Can we all date? Do you think she'd be into that? It turns out that, yes, you were into that.

h = hobbies Do any of you share hobbies or passions? How do you include your other partner(s) in them? There's a foundational understanding between you that you don't all have to enjoy the same things. You and Alex share a deep love of reading and often spend evenings on the couch reading together, snuggled up against Casey as she plays video games or watches sports. You and Casey play softball together, and you love watching sports–baseball, basketball, football, you name it. Alex will watch with you, but she's mostly in it for the game day snacks you make. And obviously Casey and Alex have a whole career/calling in common, so they talk about that a lot, but they always try to make sure you're included in the conversation, and make sure to explain patiently when you have questions.

i = in sickness and in health When someone is sick, who's the caretaker and who's the germaphobe? Who's resistant to being taken care of? It depends on what kind of sick. If puking is involved, Alex and Casey are on their own. You are out of there, probably staying in a hotel, leaving soup deliveries outside the door with a mask on. Any other kind of sickness, and you absolutely dote on them. Casey eats this up. She is a pitiful sick person. Alex, on the other hand, will keep going until she literally can't anymore. And even then she'll tell you she's fine, and you have to force her to rest and take it easy. You can't exactly talk, you're pretty resistant to being taken care of, too. But that's mostly because Casey and Alex have important jobs to do, and you don't want to distract them.

j = joker Who's got the best sense of humor? Do you all like to tease and banter? You are by far the funniest of the three of you. You love making Alex and Casey laugh. It's one of the highlights of your life. Their jobs are so serious; they can tend to be on the serious side, too. So you make it your mission to brighten their days. That being said, there's a lot of good-natured teasing and insulting that happens on a regular basis. Casey calls you asshole more than she calls you anything else, probably. Alex has a razor sharp wit which is mostly funny, but every once in a while she'll toe the line between funny and mean. She can immediately tell when she's taken it too far, though, and is quick to make it up to you.

k = knowing Who can read their partners like a book? Is there anyone who has their walls up, even around their partners? By nature of being incredibly intuitive, you are the best at reading emotions. The problem is that you can usually tell what they're feeling but not why or who it's related to, so you almost always think it's somehow your fault. You're working on that one in therapy. Oddly, you're probably also the hardest to read. You have walls up, though they're slowly coming down. And Casey and Alex can have tunnel vision when it comes to work, so sometimes they miss things. Of the two of them, Casey is the more open with her emotions. Alex is open with anger and anger only. She's working very hard on being open with her other feelings, too.

l = lavish Is there anyone who really likes to lavish and show off their partners? How do the others react to it? Alex. Alex all the way. She's proud of herself, proud of the work she does, and proud of having not one but two stunning girlfriends. She dresses you and Casey up to the nines in clothes it would have taken you years to afford. When she walks into a room with you in a tailored Valentino suit on one arm and Casey in a designer gown on the other, she just knows everyone's jealous that she's living the best of both worlds. Since neither you nor Casey came from money, you both had a hard time with Alex's generosity at first, but you came to accept that showing you off is just Alex's way of telling you how proud she is of you and how happy she is that you're hers.

m = memories Is anyone more on the sentimental side? You, 100%. Although Casey and Alex have their moments, too. But you're the one who packs lunches with little loves notes. You're the one who surprises them with flowers at work, who cooks their favorite dinner because you know they had a bad day. You'll pick up that book that Alex wants so bad, but doesn't have time to go get. You'll record the Giants game instead of watching it while Casey's at work because you know she'd rather watch it together later. Of course, they do sweet things for you, too. Like Alex asking you to read your favorite book to her because she wants to read it with you. Or Casey organizing a game night with the SVU folks at your house, because she knows you want to hang out with them, too, you're just much more comfortable at home. You all have your moments, but they'd both agree that sentimentality just comes so, so naturally to you. It's a gift.

n = nights What's the nighttime routine like when you're all together? You are a big, big fan of parallel play so, even though you usually like to quietly read a book before bed, you want to do it wherever Alex and Casey are. Alex spends an eternity in the bathroom on her skin care routine before putting on the softest, most luxurious pajamas. She fixes herself a cup of peppermint tea and curls up next to you with her own book. Casey always has "more work to do," but she'll go through case files while you and Alex read. Or she'll finish the newspaper if she didn't get to that morning. She always has a gigantic, messy collection of file folders, old newspapers, and half-full glasses of water on her nightstand. You almost always fall asleep first, and they don't stay up too much longer because "you're just so adorable" and "I can't pay attention when you look that snug-able!"

o = open How open are you with one another? Very. You don't keep secrets. You don't tell lies. When you first got together, Alex suggested you all lay down "relationship rules." Those were two of the biggest. It sometimes takes longer for you to open up about what you're feeling, but they've learned that it doesn't really have anything to do with how much you trust them, it's just how you process things.

p = PDA What's PDA like with them? Is there anyone who loves it? Anyone who hates it? Alex would full-on make out with you in public, but she knows that's not a good look for someone in her position. Also, you and Casey do not like PDA. Casey will kiss you on the cheek or put a hand on the small of your back at a party, but that's it. You might hold their hands, but you won't do anything else in front of others. Alex won't either unless she feels like someone's infringing on her territory (her territory being you and Casey). Then she gets really possessive and is not afraid to show people that you're hers.

q = quiet Who prefers to spend their time out and about, and who likes to spend it at home? Casey is the most social of you. She loves going out with you or going out with friends. Alex is kind of in the middle. She's very, very good with people and socializes quite a bit, but often out of political obligation (to grease the wheels, so to speak, and make connections) rather than for fun. You are a hardcore homebody. You'll go out with them because you love them, but you're always very excited when you all decide on a night in.

r = romantic Is anyone a bit of a sap for their partners? You. So, so you. You just truly can't believe you lucked out with these two gorgeous, strong, confident, crazy smart women. Oddly enough, both Alex and Casey tend to be more affectionate with you than they are with one another. It's not that they love each other less, but you've got a couple of theories as to why they're just a little more romantic with you. (1) You're much, much smaller than them. Like a full 10 inches shorter. So they sometimes baby you a bit. They think you're very cute. You both love and hate it. (2) They were together first, and then kind of simultaneously fell for you, so you sometimes think they see you as collectively theirs, tag-teaming to take care of you and love you. You don't mind. They're collectively yours, too. (3) You're more sentimental than either of them, so it's easier for them to be sentimental with you than with one another. But, all in all, there's plenty of romance to go around.

s = sharing Is there anyone who's particularly territorial of their partners? ALEX. Very possessive of both of you. Casey's pretty damn possessive of you, too. Less so of Alex, but that's probably because she knows nobody fucks with Alex. You are the least territorial, mostly because you're just glad to be there. It doesn't leave a whole lot of room for jealousy. Just as Alex and Casey did before you came along, you all have an open understanding that if someone else were to come along–for any of you–you'd be okay with one of you pursuing a relationship with someone else, too. But it seems unlikely. You're all deeply content with things as they are now and don't really see yourselves bringing anyone else in.

t = terms of endearment Nicknames! What are the nicknames!? Alex uses honey or my love. Casey uses sweetheart and honey and sometimes baby. You mostly use lovely, which drives both of them wild, and also honey on occasion.

u = urge Who's the most impulsive? And who reins them back in? None of you are very impulsive. You think things through before acting. But of the three of you, Alex is probably the one who lets her emotions get the best of her, which can sometimes get her into hot water. Both Casey's and Alex's emotions (and impulses to do something brave and stupid) run high during hard cases. Thankfully, you're usually there to talk them out of it.

v = vacations How do vacations go? And where do you travel? You do vacations big. Alex has a lot of money, and you all love traveling. Alex considers it her absolute joy to make you and Casey's travel dreams come true, because she knows you didn't grow up with the kind of money to make them happen. She whisks you away on far-flung vacations as often as she can. An even bigger test of her love: she'll go camping with you because Casey loves it so much. But only with the highest end camping gear. And she will not touch a fish or a fishing pole, but she'll sit in a chair and read with you while you and Casey go fishing. Your favorite vacation so far? A surprise holiday trip to Soneva Jani in the Maldives. You'd always wanted to go to the Maldives, but it was very much a pipe dream. Alex packed for you, and you had no idea where you were going until you boarded the connecting flight to Malé. You were so excited you cried a little. When you stepped into your overwater bungalow, you just couldn't contain your excitement, running around the building, staring out at the crystal blue water, and kissing Casey and Alex over and over again, saying "Thank you thank you thank you thank you!"

w = worthy How are insecurities handled? Are any of you more self-conscious than the others? You're the most self-conscious. Casey and Alex are just so conventionally beautiful and successful and confident. They're smart, powerful, career-driven women and you're... a dorky, tiny, androgynous little work-from-home ad copywriter. Sometimes it's hard to know what they see in you. Alex is almost never insecure because she's cocky as fuck. Unless she screws up at work, and then she needs a lot of reassurance. Casey is insecure in that she's never able to live up to her own standards, so you have to remind her often that she doesn't need to be perfect and she's doing great. Insecurities in your home are always met with love and reassurance, never annoyance or frustration.

x = xoxo Who checks up on their partners a lot when they're apart? Do they call or text? Casey. She'll call to check up on you at least once a day. If you're out of town, she calls you at night, too, right before bed, on speakerphone with her and Alex (or vice versa, if Alex is out of town). Alex misses you, too, but she's more likely to text sporadically throughout the day. You text or call when you see something funny or something that reminds you of them.

y = yearn Who misses their partners the most, even just throughout the day? You really like your alone time, so you miss them but you really like having your space (working from home is great for this). But Casey and Alex miss you. Because you're home so often, when you're not home–out with friends, spending the weekend at your parents', etc.–they almost don't know what to do with themselves. Bonus POV: The Group Chat Casey: babe when are you coming home 😢 💔 😭 💌 😫 Alex: my love I need you here in my arms You: omg chill you guys i've been gone for like 2 hours! Casey: yeah 2 hours 2 long

z = zealous Who was especially eager in pursuit of the relationship? Was anyone more reserved? When it was just Alex and Casey, Alex made the first move. With you, it was Casey who came after you the hardest. Alex was a bit more reserved because she didn't want to make you feel like you had to date her, too. She wanted to be sure that you knew if you just wanted to date Casey and not her, that was okay. but she really did want you. She was trying so hard to be respectful that you eventually had to ask her out. Alex, can we go out sometime? Yeah, I'll see when Casey's free. No, I meant... just me and you. I mean, obviously Casey can come, too, if she wants, but... I'd like to take you out if you'll let me.

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Bodies, Bites, and Bitches

Part 1 of ? of Poly Teen Wolf Rewrite Series

Rating: Teen and Up

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader (platonic paring) Scott McCall x reader (platonic pairing)

Word Count: 8.7k

Summary: You and your best friends prepare for sophomore year only for corpses, animal bites, new abilities, and a chilling red head keep your gang from having a normal first day.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of a dead body, bi!stiles,

A/N: Stiles is the most bisexual character I’ve ever seen so he’s bi in this fic. Mhm. In regards to the pairings, at the moment they are all just friends. Tadaaaa. Here’s the ficcc. Also gif is actually mine 🤷. More notes at the end if you wanna read what I have to say. If not that’s chill.

The soft whirring of your washing machine rumbled through the basement, spilling into your room from the laundry room next door. You stretched your arms above your head, eyes tired.

You took a glance at the bottom corner of your laptop: 2 AM and lowered your arms with a groan. Why did you always do this to yourself? Every year, without fail, you pushed all your summer assignments to the last day. You had months to do them! But no, you just couldn’t. You had to write a paper about these drinks or something. Some history thing. Taking AP World History was a fucking mistake. You liked history, sure, but not enough to write a paper in the summer. It made you want to bash your brains out.

You just couldn’t make words come out of you.

You blew a breath of air out of your mouth and rubbed your eyes. This was not going great.

Your phone lit up, buzzing happily next to you, the sound resonating from your wooden desk. You snatched it up and couldn’t resist an eye roll upon seeing who was texting you.

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Mieczyslaw (2:02 AM): I WAS EAVESDROPPING AND SOME JOGGERS FOUND A BODY IN THE PRESERVE

Mieczyslaw (2:02 AM): MEET ME AT SCOTTS

Mieczyslaw (2:02 AM): WERE ALL GOING TO FIND IT

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Leave it to Stiles to bother you and Scott at two in the morning to try to find a dead human body. You glanced at your pathetic excuse of a paper and sighed.

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Y/N (2:03 AM): Be there in ten

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You hugged your brown hoodie to yourself as you trudged through the thick blanket of leaves surrounding Scott’s house. Cringing as they crunched loudly under you, you swore under your breath. You were going to kill Stiles.

You glanced back at the street in front of Scott’s house and didn’t see his blue Jeep yet. Good, more time to scheme Stiles’ gruesome death.

Maybe you could hit him with his car. Let his prized possession end him. You’re sure he would actually like that. Be rather touched by your consideration of his feelings.

You snorted to yourself and watched in amusement as the blue Jeep itself swerved to park behind your car. Stiles clambered out of the driver’s seat in a hurry. He slammed the door rather loudly for two in the morning and you cringed and stole a glance up at the house. Hoping to God it didn’t wake up Ms. McCall.

Stiles took a step towards you, but lurched backwards, his jacket pocket stuck in the door. You watched as he spun around to free himself, curses flying from him as he tugged on the handle. You raised an eyebrow and leaned back on the railing of Scott’s porch.

Idiot.

Why were you even friends with him?

He bounded up to you with a grin.

“Hi.” He breathed out, cheeks red from the cold and most likely his embarrassment.

Oh right. He was endearing. Ever since you three were small you had a soft spot for Stiles. He was always so earnest. Brushing off embarrassment, always having something funny to say, being the smartest person in the room. He was great to be around.

Except when he had stupid fucking ideas.

Like this one.

This was a stupid fucking idea.

You narrowed your eyes at him and punched his arm before he could say anything else.

“Ow!” He cried out, shying away from you as he gripped his bicep.

“Shhh!” You hissed, waving your hands in the space between you. His offended expression turned sheepish as he looked up at Ms. McCall’s window.

“Sorry.” Stiles said, laughing awkwardly. You rolled your eyes and moved to the beam on the right. Stiles’ eyes lit up as he rushed over.

“We should go knock on Scott’s window.” You said with a grin. Stiles bounced on the balls of his feet and nodded.

“Yes. Absolutely.”

You looked up at the roof hanging over you and then at the railing.

“Here, stand on the railing, climb up, and once you're up, lend me a hand.” You explained gesturing to the railing. Stiles nodded and did as you said. He was about to lean down to grab your hand when you both heard the door open. You looked at Stiles in fear, his expression mimicking that of a deer in headlights.

“Hide!” You whispered at him and quickly hopped over the rail into the big bush. You dropped to the ground and stayed in a crouch, trying to keep hidden.

You hoped to God it wasn’t Ms. McCall. You couldn’t stand the embarrassment. She already thought Scott had a crush on you, if she saw you outside her house at 2 AM, you’d never hear the end of it.

You heard the deck creak and from your vantage point, you saw a red hoodie creep closer. Scott McCall. You breathed out slowly and moved to stand, but of course the third of your trio was an idiot and ruined the calm of the night by falling.

Stiles fell from his spot on the roof, dangling upside down. His feet jammed under the trellis that Ms. McCall grew tomatoes on in the spring. You shrieked, jumping up, thinking he was about to fall on his face. Scott screamed, raising the bat, that he apparently had at the two of you. And lastly Stiles started yelling as the crooked jaw boy raised a baseball bat to his head. You three screamed for a couple seconds before realising there was no danger, and you were all being idiots.

“Stiles! Y/N! What the hell are you doing?!” Scott cried, lowering his bat, and staring slack jawed at the upside-down boy and then looking down at you with disbelief.

“You weren't answering your phone.” Stiles cried out gesturing to you like your presence there made him innocent. You stifled a smile and wiped at your forehead. These boys were going to age you.

“Why do you have a bat?” You asked, propping your elbow on the porch railing. You put your chin in your hand and batted your eyelashes up at Scott.

He reddened and let his hand fall behind his back, as if he could hide the fact, he almost used Stiles as a piñata.

“I thought you were a predator.” He mumbled to Stiles, spreading his arms wide. You grinned at his embarrassment.

“A pre— I— wha—,” Stiles flailed. You were kind of amazed he was hanging so well.

“Look. I know it's late, but you gotta hear this.” Stiles' arms stopped fighting gravity and hung straight down, nearly hitting you in the face. You glared up at him but decided to let him talk. You also wanted to know what the fuck was going on.

“I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police.” He looked down at you and grinned manically. You raised your eyebrows. Shit. You didn’t know dead bodies got that much interest.

They only would if the killer hadn’t been caught.

You froze and looked up at Stiles. He wasn’t expecting you three to waltz into the woods while a literal murderer was on the loose, was he?

You tried to stop your thoughts from racing. The body was probably old. Stiles had texted you that joggers had found it. No jogger would be out at two, it had to have been found earlier. It was probably fine. You chewed at your lip and looked back up at them.

“For what?” Scott asked.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods.” Stiles said, his breath visible in the late summer night. He used this dramatic ass reveal to finally get himself down. He unstuck his feet and fell into the bush beside you.

“Hi.” He said grinning at you as he stuck the landing. You smiled.

“Hi Stiles.”

“A dead body?” Scott cried looking down at the both of you. You snorted at this and rolled your eyes. Leave it to Scott to do a reality check.

“No, a body of water.” Stiles deadpanned looking at you in exasperation. “Yes, dumbass, a dead body.” He hissed looking back up at Scott. He climbed over the railing and stood on the porch next to Scott.

“Need help?” Stiles asked, looking at you. You shrugged and raised your hand. Scott grabbed your hand and hauled you up, probably eager to listen to the rest of the story. You picked some leaves off your shirt as you stood next to him.

“Were they murdered?” You asked, trying to see if your killer theory held water.

“Nobody knows yet.” Stiles said, putting his hands on his hips. “Just that it was a girl, probably in her 20s.”

“Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?” Scott asked annoyance on his face at how casually Stiles was speaking. You raised your eyebrows and looked at Stiles. That was a good fucking point you hadn’t thought about yet.

Stiles couldn’t contain his grin. “That's the best part.” He paused for effect looking between you and Scott. “They only found half.” He sang grinning fully now.

You and Scott shared a look of disbelief.

“We're going.” Stiles said with a smirk. You reached down and grabbed the bat in Scott’s arms.

Scott nodded absently as you gripped it tighter, seeming to agree you should be the one to have it.

“Well. Your car or mine?” You asked, twisting your grip on the bat. Stiles drummed on his thighs in excitement.

“That’s the spirit! Obviously, mine.” He said and joyfully cantered to his Jeep. You fell in with Scott as you walked over.

“You sure this is a good idea?” You whispered to him, trying to keep Stiles from overhearing.

Scott shrugged. “Nope.”

You threw your head back in a laugh despite the slowly worsening atmosphere. This was almost positively a horrible idea. You felt like the kids from that movie, Stand by Me. You read The Body by Stephan King last summer, but you could only remember the actor’s names and not the characters. Maybe you could be River Phoenix. You had such a big crush on him when you were younger. You eyed Stiles as he happily opened his car, he was Corey Feldman for sure.

Scott opened the back and got in before you even reached the car, knowing you got car sick and needed to have the passenger seat. You smiled to yourself as you slid in the familiar blue Jeep.

As much of a pain these boys caused you, you really did love them.

You sucked in a breath and turned to look at your friends.

“Let’s go find a dead body.”

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Stiles pulled slowly up to the parking lot next to the Beacon Hills Preserve. The ominous ‘No Entry After Dark’ on the sign made you gulp. Might as well break that rule too.

Before Stiles could turn off the car you unbuckled your seatbelt and jumped out, Scott’s baseball bat gripped tightly in your hand. You personally didn’t want to be in the car when Stiles would start either a rant or a speech about something or another. He talked when he was nervous. You toed at some rocks on the ground for a few moments before Scott stepped out of the car too.

Stiles bounced over in a flash, standing with his back to the entrance and looking at both of you.

“Shall we?” He hummed and walked backwards a few steps, looking at Scott, then at you with a smirk. You stuck your tongue out at him and gripped the bat even tighter.

“Why don’t you lead the way?” You cooed making Stiles make a face at you. He spun around and started walking into the forest.

“After you.” Scott mumbled quietly. You didn’t feel like teasing him and just nodded, following the familiar buzz cut deeper in the woods.

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“We're seriously doing this?” Scott asked as you three walked. You had been waking for maybe ten minutes. Stiles had pulled a flashlight from his pocket and wasn’t being subtle at shining it everywhere.

“You two are always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town.” Stiles called from in front of you. You scoffed and looked around the creepy forest, knowing there was a dead woman lying somewhere.

“Yeah well, I meant like a carnival or something. Not a half dead girl in the preserve.” You muttered kicking a stick.

“And I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow.” Scott said from somewhere behind you. You smiled as Stiles looked over his shoulder to give you a look.

“Right, cause being a benchwarmer requires finesse.” You teased.

“No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line.” You had to admit Scott’s determination and idiocy was rather charming.

“Hey, I like how you think, Scotty.” You said making your voice sweet. “Gotta believe it to be true. That whole manifesting idea.”

“Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one.” Stiles added, giving you a sly smile over his shoulder.

Scott laughed lightly at your teasing and you three walked for a few more moments. You twirled the bat lazily.

“Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?” Scott said, breaking the silence. You blinked in surprise; you didn’t think to ask that.

“Huh!” Stiles said, stopping in his tracks. You and Scott caught up to him and you two looked at him in disbelief. “I didn't even think about that.” He confessed sheepishly.

“Yikes.” You said. Scott snorted and looked around the dark woods suspiciously. “And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?”

Stiles nodded with an impressed look, “Also something I didn't think about.”

“You’re such an idiot.” You said with your eyes narrowed.

“It's…comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail.” Scott said with a shrug. You smiled at him and brushed some hair out of your face.

“I know.” Stiles said with a triumphant smile. Stiles gestured with his head towards a small hill and started to walk up it. You gripped some roots as you trudged upwards. You heard the gasps of air behind you and felt a pang of worry at Scott.

You slowed once you got to the top and watched as he fell into a sit against a tree, shaking his inhaler and taking a puff.

“Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?” He gasped out to Stiles who was continuing onwards.

You bit your lip but followed Stiles as he scrambled to lay on his stomach in the dry leaves. You hurried to lay next to him, and Scott fell in on your other side.

You three stared at a line of men walking with their own flashlights and dogs. You grimaced and hastily shoved Stiles’ flashlight into the leaves.

“Put that out! They’ll see it.” You hissed. He scrambled with it before clicking the off button. He hurried onto his feet and jogged away.

“Wait, come on!” He called in a whisper yell as he ran.

“Stiles!” Scott yelled, shaking his inhaler. You looked between them and moved to chase after Stiles. Scott had his inhaler; he could keep up.

“Wait up!” Scott yelled at you. You slowed down but kept following Stiles in his frenzy to go…wherever it was that Stiles was going.

“Stiles!” You yelled this time. You kept your eyes on the line of men moving your way. You rushed forward, following Stiles as he tried to find the end of their line and get to safety. You heard Scott trip behind you and him yell your name.

“Y/N!” You almost rammed into Stiles as he stopped to look back for Scott. You did the same and took a couple steps towards where you heard his voice last.

A dog barking, much louder this time, stopped you cold as you felt the warmth of a flashlight on you. Stiles fell to his back as the dog came closer and tried to attack him. You looked at the man holding him.

“Stop!” You yelled trying to keep your friend safe. Stiles kept scrambling back.

“Hold it right there! And you don’t move!” The cop yelled, keeping his flashlight on you and the dog on Stiles. You gulped and looked helplessly as the dog strained against the leash to try and get at Stiles.

“Hang on, hang on.” Someone yelled. You turned and nearly started swearing once you saw who it was.

Sheriff Stilinski. Stiles’ dad.

“This little delinquent belongs to me.” He said looking down at Stiles with disappointment. He looked up at you and sighed. “I know that one too.”

Stiles scrambled up and you gripped his sleeve. You gave him a once over to make sure he was alright, and you both turned to the Sherriff like you were children again and he caught you stealing cookies from Mrs. Stilinski’s cookie jar.

“Dad, how are you doing?” Stiles asked, trying to appear casual. You let his sleeve go and shook your head at him.

“So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?” Mr. Stilinski asked, lips tight in disappointment. Stiles flailed for an answer.

“No, heh. Not the boring ones.” He confessed with a grimace. Mr. Stilinski nodded softly and looked at you.

“I see you dragged Y/N down with you as usual.” He looked around at the trees then. “Where’s the third of your trio?”

You wanted to speak up, but decided this was between Stiles and his dad, talking would only make things worse.

“Who, Scott?” Stiles exclaimed with a fake laugh. “Sc - Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow.” He sighed and looked at you quickly in apology. You knew what he was about to say, and you were glad the Sheriff wasn’t looking at you. Your disgusted face would give away the lie.

“It's just us. In the woods. Alone. Romantic time?” Stiles said, making it sound completely unbelievable as his voice cracked on the last word. You pursed your lips as Mr. Stilinski looked at you and then raised his flashlight to look into the woods.

“Scott, you out there? Scott?” He yelled scanning through the trees for any sign of him. He seemed to be satisfied and looked back at you and Stiles with a sigh.

“Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car.” Mr. Stilinski stepped forward and grabbed Stiles by the back of the neck, hauling him forward. You followed, baseball bat dragging sadly in the mud.

“And you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy and how to treat someone on a date.” You covered your mouth with your hand to keep from laughing as you three walked back the way you had come.

Stiles kept saying ‘ow’ every two seconds, probably hoping to annoy his dad into letting his neck go, but no dice.

While Mr. Stilinski was distracted, you stole a lasting glance behind you, hoping Scott could see you. A skinny, asthmatic, sixteen-year-old, all alone in the woods with a plethora of police and half a dead body. What could go wrong? Would the police catch Scott? And if they didn't, how would he get home?

Beacon Hills wasn’t the biggest town, and you weren’t very far into the ever-expanding preserve. But Scott might have to take a roundabout way through the woods to get to the road. Being seen by the police wouldn’t be a good thing. Especially if Mr. Stilinski wasn’t there. They might think he was a killer or something.

That led you to another thought as you were walking back to Stiles’ car. Rain started to trickle down the canopy of leaves, leaving your hoodie damp and heavy.

The cop seemed so ready to catch someone. Was so ready to let his dog attack Stiles. His face when the Sheriff had told him off was somehow disappointed.

You crossed your arms and stepped into the parking lot next to Stiles’ Jeep.

They haven't found whoever killed the woman. So the killer really was out there. Maybe even out here in the woods.

Mr. Stilinski let his hand drop and he gently shoved Stiles closer to his car. You stepped in next to him and faced the Sheriff together.

He sighed and brought a hand to wipe some rain away from his eyes.

“Stiles. I know you have an interest in these things, but there is a dead woman in the woods. Her family is in mourning, the entire department is on the lookout trying to give them some peace. This is real life, not an interesting movie or tv show.” Stiles ducked his head in embarrassment. You kicked some pebbles.

“The woods at night is no place for teenagers. Especially when there is something dangerous going on. When I get calls about cases,” Mr. Stilinski made a pointed look at Stiles. “Do not follow me to them. For Pete's sake you could get hurt.”

Stiles opened his mouth to argue, but you elbowed him as inconspicuously as you could. He shut up.

“And bringing Y/N here. I don’t believe you guys were on a date, but if you were, really?” It was his turn to give you a look. One that read disappointment. “Thought you had more sense than to go canoodling in the woods with Stiles.”

“Hey!” Stiles interjected as you grinned at the Sheriff.

“Yes sir.” You said trying not to laugh at the offended expression Stiles was making at you two. The Sheriff smiled and gave Stiles a pat on the shoulder.

“We’ll talk more in the morning. Now get Y/N home. You two have school tomorrow.” And with that he gave you two one last look and headed back into the preserve.

“C’mon Mieczyslaw.” You said making Stiles groan as you got into his car.

“I’m so lucky you’re here. He would’ve talked my ear off about safety and privacy and being a sixteen-year-old.” Stiles huffed, grimacing. He turned the key into the ignition and you two pulled away from the woods and whatever was laying in it.

You leaned your head onto the window and closed your eyes. Stiles was silent for once as he started the drive to your house.

Your car wouldn’t be in the driveway. But as long as you left for school before your parents woke up it would be fine. Could have Stiles pick you up and give them a lie about wanting to ask your teacher a question.

You grimaced as you thought of it. Early on the first day of school? Your parents better not start having expectations from you.

Stiles drummed a pattern on the steering wheel with his thumbs and it was a comforting sound.

You couldn’t help but notice Mr. Stilinski avoided saying anything about what killed the woman. Just that the woods were dangerous. Maybe he meant that there was either an animal or a murderer on the loose. You didn’t know of any animal that could rip a person apart at the waist though.

Probably a person.

People were vicious.

“You think it was an anim-”

“No.” You said cutting Stiles off. He looked over at you and stuck his tongue out. At least you were in agreement it was a person not an animal attack.

“Should’ve left you in the woods. Scott wouldn’t treat me this way.” He sniffed as he pulled into your driveway. You smirked and unbuckled your seatbelt.

“Mhm. Pick me up at 6 so my parents don’t see my car is missing.” Stiles groaned and leaned his head down on the steering wheel. You laughed and ran a hand over his buzzed hair. He swatted at your hand as you laughed some more. You got out of his Jeep and glared at the sky as rain pummeled you.

“Bye Stiles.” You called as you walked up to your door. You turned to see him mocking you by mouthing the words with a miserable expression. You smiled as he drove away.

Scott was dead for sure.

You pursed your lips and nodded.

Yep.

Dead.

You and Stiles were also the worst friends in the history of friends.

You pushed open your front door and looked around suspiciously for your parents. Thankfully they were asleep, and you trudged downstairs to your room.

You glanced at your open laptop and groaned; eyes squeezed shut in pain.

The fuckin essay.

---

You groaned and hit the off button on your alarm clock. 5:40 AM flashed at you in angry red lighting.

Fuckin joy.

You were going to kill Stiles again for this.

Every plan he had; made you suffer. You smiled to yourself as you rolled out of bed. You could probably blame everything on Stiles if you thought hard enough.

You stumbled into your bathroom.

Your broken finger in 4th grade was from a volleyball being thrown at you and it bending the wrong way. Who was next to you and could probably have gotten the ball? Stiles. You brushed your teeth as you cussed out baby Stiles in your mind.

You got caught cheating on your 8th grade science test. Who was the idiot who couldn’t move his paper a little closer to you, so it didn’t look suspicious? Stiles.

You changed your clothes quickly and quietly made your way upstairs.

Everything was obviously Stiles’ fault. You and Scott were just poor accomplices.

You were suddenly filled with memories of when you and Scott had shoved Stiles onto the ice-skating rink one year which resulted in him breaking an arm. Guilt swarmed in your mind and you sighed it away.

You grabbed your backpack and shrugged. Obviously, Stiles’ fault for not knowing how to skate.

You tumbled outside and were relieved to see the Jeep sitting in your driveway. You hated waiting in the cold. You shoved your backpack at your feet and climbed into the car.

“Morning.” You said with a yawn. Stiles covered his mouth as he yawned in response.

“I really hate you.” He said and pulled out to drive to the school.

You nodded.

That was fair.

“You get Scott’s text last night?” Stiles asked, turning onto the main road. You straightened your shirt and shook your head, looking over at him.

He was wearing a blue shirt with a target on it, a gray hoodie, and a blazer of all things on top of it. He looked kind of stupid, but somehow kind of cool?

Maybe cool wasn’t the right word. It matched him. It was a thrown together outfit that somehow coordinated to match his personality. Random pieces that shouldn’t fit together but do. Like the things he said never seemed to correlate, but they still made you and Scott laugh because of how true they were.

Stiles pulled into a parking spot towards the back of the school, as a sophomore, your class wasn’t prioritized for parking spots. He dug out his phone and handed it to you.

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Scott (3:43 AM): I just got bit by some animal or something. I’m at home by the way

Stiles (3:43 AM): Shit how bad is it? You text Y/N?

Scott (3:43 AM): I texted, but she didn’t answer

Stiles (3:44 AM): I’m sorry man. You should get some sleep and like patch it up or something

Scott (3:45 AM): I’m goin to bed but I got a huge gauze on the bite 😬

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You turned to Stiles a little sheepishly. You had chucked your phone on your bed and cranked out your stupid essay until around 4 AM.

You didn’t want any more texts from either of your idiot friends. In retrospect that was really stupid as Scott could’ve tried texting you for help or something. But you were glad he was okay and got home.

You raised your eyebrow and handed him back his phone.

“A bite, hm?”

“Yeah, I know.” He said, turning to grab his backpack from the back seat. You jerked out of the way when his lacrosse stick almost whacked you in the face.

“He could’ve gotten mauled or something. We’re grounded from hanging with Scott for at least a week.” You said making Stiles whip around and shove you lightly into your door.

“We’re grounded?!” He exclaimed jaw dropping, but you noticed the corners of his mouth were tilting upwards in a smile.

“Yeah, grounded!” You replied, laughing and threw your door open. He laughed and followed you outside.

“What, did your parents implement this?” Stiles mused nudging you. You made a face as you both started walking towards the entrance.

“It’s me. Don’t want Scott to get dragged into more danger for at least a week.” You said crossing your arms. Stiles groaned.

“Then we can’t go to the stupid restaurant you love.” Stiles said, gesturing wildly. It was your turn for your jaw to drop and you spun around to walk backwards, wanting to face Stiles instead of glance at him sideways.

“Okay first off, Kelly’s isn’t stupid. Not my fault you and Scott decided to order the spicy chili fries. It says ‘spicy’ on it. You two should’ve known it would kill your stomach and give you diarrhe-” Stiles cut you off by rushing forward and covering your mouth with his palm. You glared at him and licked his hand making him jerk away in disgust.

“Don’t need to be yelling that for the whole school to hear.” Stiles said with an awkward laugh, wiping his hand on your shoulder. You rolled your eyes but let him do it.

“Oh, look there’s Scotty!” You yelled suddenly, spotting your friend by the plants in front of the entrance. You widened your eyes at Stiles playfully and ran over, leaving him to chase after you.

“Alright let’s see the damage.” You said bounding over to Scott. He sighed and lifted his shirt without another word.

“Ooh!” Stiles cringed out as he came to stand next to you, looking at the large white bandage on Scott’s otherwise golden skin.

“Yeah.” Scott said flatly.

Stiles and you made to touch it and Scott jerked back with a Whoa!

“It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf.” He said, narrowing his eyes at you two.

“A wolf bit you?” Stiles asked, looking at you. You furrowed your eyebrows. At least he wasn’t knifed by whoever killed the woman. Animal attack wasn’t so bad, even if it could never be a wolf.

“Uh huh.” Scott said.

You furrowed your eyebrows and shared a look with Stiles. “No. Wasn’t a wolf”

“I heard a wolf howling.”

“No, you didn't.” Stiles said, crossing his arms. Scott floundered and looked at you in disbelief.

“What do you mean, no, I didn't? How do you know what I heard?” Scott asked annoyance bleeding into his voice.

“California doesn't have wolves. There was this whole eradication thing ages ago. Did you not listen in middle school history, you nerd?” You asked tilting your head to look at Scott. Stiles nodded in agreement.

“Really?” Scott asked in disbelief.

“Yes, really.” Stiles said with a small laugh. “There are no wolves in California.”

You leaned your head on Scott’s shoulder then. Your forehead pressing onto him. He absentmindedly patted your head.

“All right, well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me when I tell you I found the body.” Scott said triumphantly. You sighed and pushed off Scott as Stiles grabbed both of his shoulders, shaking him a little.

“You— are you kidding me?”

“No, guys, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month.” Scott said with a shudder. You frowned and patted his arm sympathetically.

“Oh, God, that is freakin' awesome. I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since,” Stiles looked around to think of something better than dead bodies and grinned, eyes catching something. “—Since the birth of Lydia Martin.”

The girl in question walked by, strawberry curls bouncing as she smiled with her friends. “Hey, Lydia— You look— Like you're gonna ignore me.” Stiles said with a grin fading. Scott snickered and you tried to hide your smile at Stiles making an ass out of himself. You grabbed your water from your backpack.

“Stiles you get obsessed way too easily.” You said taking a sip of the water. He spun around, arms almost whacking into Scott as he looked at you.

“I do not! It’s just Lydia Martin.” You gave him an unimpressed look and took another sip.

“Remember Luke Freeman in fifth grade?” You said talking around your straw. Scott snorted into his hand at Stiles’ face. You started ticking names off your fingers.

“Or Jake Amin? Or Olivia Diaz? Or-”

Stiles cut you off by slapping your water bottle out of your hand. You watched it spill onto the ground, it lands on its side, water pooling from it.

You looked up at Stiles with eyes narrowed, annoyed. Scott bent down with a wince and handed it back to you.

“Okay! Let’s talk about something other than all the people I’ve had desperate crushes on. Don’t need to dwell on that right now.” Stiles exclaimed, putting a hand on your shoulder, and shoving you towards the school entrance. You made eye contact with Scott and cackled as you were shoved.

“Scott, you're the cause of this, you know.” Stiles grumbled, hiking up his backpack.

“Uh huh.”

“Draggin' me down to your nerd depths.” Stiles continued as you three stepped into the building. “Me and Y/N are nerds by association. We’ve been scarlet - nerded by you.”

You shook your head at Stiles with a smile on your face.

“Oh hey, I’ll stay for your practice and maybe you drive me and Scott over to his house? I need my car.” You asked moving to walk towards your locker. Stiles nodded, eyes darting around the hallway. You and Scott exchanged unamused looks as Stiles’ eyes settled on Lydia Martin.

He was a mess.

“We’ll see you later Y/N.” Scott said, dragging Stiles towards their class. You smiled and turned the other direction to head towards your history class. It was always annoying when they had a class together and you didn’t. But you had two classes with Scott and two with Stiles, so it made up for it. One of the classes had them both in it. You were looking forward to that one: Chemistry. It was going to be a shit show for sure.

You dropped your bag down next to a desk in the back and crossed your arms on the table and nestled into them. Maybe you could sleep through the misery and maybe your teacher would forget to ask for everyone to turn in their essays.

“Alright class, put your summer essays into the basket over there.” Your older teacher said breezing into the room once the bell rang.

Or not.

You handed your paper to an acquaintance with a puppy dog look, and he rolled his eyes and walked over to the basket for you.

“You’re pathetic Y/N.” Danny Mahealani said sitting back down in front of you. You stuck your tongue out at him and rested your head back into your arms.

---

The bell rang and you sat up in a jolt. No one seemed to notice that you had fallen asleep, and you grabbed your bag and followed Danny out with a sheepish smile directed towards your teacher.

“Pathetiiic.” Danny called as you headed to Scott’s locker. You flipped him off over your shoulder and smiled at Scott in greeting. You furrowed your eyebrows when you saw he was staring off across the hall. You turned to see what he was looking at. If he was going to stare so openly then you might as well.

A tall pretty girl with pale skin and a long blue scarf was talking to Lydia Martin. You blinked in surprise and turned to look back at Scott.

Someone was smitten and it was only 9:00 in the morning. Stiles looked longingly at Lydia, and you rolled your eyes.

Make that two people smitten.

You clapped loudly and they both blinked in surprise to see you standing there.

“Who’s she?” You asked, nodding behind you.

Cierra, a girl you used to be partners with in science last year, pulled up next to Stiles. “She's in our English class. She’s new. Her name is Allison Argent.”

You nodded at her, impressed. Stiles and Scott were idiots, they were too busy drooling to give you the juicy information.

You settled in between Scott and Stiles and leaned against the lockers.

“Can someone tell me how she’s here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?” Cierra asked, making you snort at Stiles' face. He looked both envious and way too knowledgeable on the workings of Lydia Martin. You crossed your arms, knowing he was about to say something either stupid or true.

“Because she's hot. Beautiful people herd together.”

You weren’t disappointed. Stupid, yet true.

“Nuh uh there’s gotta be a reason.” Cierra said with furrowed brows.

“Name one person in their group that isn’t hot. Just one. Name one.” Stiles said getting surprisingly worked up about this. You thought for a moment and snapped your fingers.

“Danny isn’t the best looking.” You mainly said this because of him razzing you earlier. He was fine. Liking someone based on looks was stupid anyway.

“That’s cause you aren’t a gay guy.” Stiles said, waving his hand at you in dismissal. You laughed and shifted to look at Scott. He was still staring at Allison and Lydia. You looked over. Also, Jackson Whittemore was there now. Yikes.

You never understood what Lydia saw in him, but then again, she seemed rather shallow.

But you didn’t really know either of them. Maybe Jackson was a nice guy? You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you thought that. Yeah, no. He was a total dick.

The warning bell rang, and you sighed. You grabbed Scott’s sleeve and tugged him away from his creepy staring.

“C’mon we got chemistry.” You said and pulled Stiles along for good measure. Cierra gave you a look that said, ‘why do you talk to these idiots?’ And rushed away to her next class.

“Yo! Lay off the merchandise.” Stiles huffed pulling away from you. You rolled your eyes and shoved him into the Chemistry classroom.

Why did you hang out with them?

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School passed quickly with every class containing talks about the syllabus and talk about the body. At lunch Scott announced their English teacher had said a person was in custody. You nearly threw your sandwich at Stiles when he didn’t know who it was. He was supposed to be good at keeping tabs on criminal activity in Beacon Hills. He was an honest disappointment.

The last bell rang, and you stumbled out of your ceramics class that you had to share with Lydia and Allison.

You eyed them as you walked behind them to the lacrosse field.

Where to begin with Lydia Martin.

Stiles had a crush on her since the third grade. Well, he had a crush on a lot of people since then, but she was always the constant one. She was very beautiful, in a sophisticated way. You didn’t know what the Martin’s did, but it had to be something with a lot of money. That, or Lydia was amazing at buying knock off designer brands. If that was the case, then she went up several rungs on her likability ladder.

Other than her clear sense of high-end fashion, there wasn’t much you knew about her. She had a lot of friends and was dating Jackson Whittemore who was the captain of the lacrosse team. But that was it? As long as Stiles had been trailing after her you never really saw a glimpse into her personality. Sure, you could make deductions based on what you say; entitled, rude, cunning, but you didn’t actually know her.

You thought her entitled and rude because of how dismissive she acted towards Stiles. Then again if you were a hot popular girl and a gangly nerdy boy wouldn’t stop hitting on you, then yeah you would be dismissive too. Hell, if anyone wouldn’t stop hitting on you for years you would be uncomfortable.

You bit you lip and decided fuck it.

“Hey, you’re Allison, right? The new girl?” You asked, stepping in line with the two other girls. Lydia blinked in surprise at you so clearly disregarding her authority. Allison turned to smile at you.

“Yeah I am.” She said warmly.

You stuck out your hand as you three stepped outside to walk towards the lacrosse field.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You said and she shook your hand with a laugh. Lydia eyed you carefully but didn’t say anything.

“Are you staying to watch the practice?” Allison asked, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. You nodded with a sort of grimace on your face. She laughed and exchanged a look with Lydia.

“What’s that face for?” Allison exclaimed.

“I left my car at my friend's house and after practice we’re going to go get it. I love my friends, but watching practice is so boring.” You rambled. Allison nodded and Lydia narrowed her eyes slightly.

“You’re Stiles Stilinski’s girlfriend.” Lydia stated with a blank look.

You tripped over your shoe and almost face planted if it weren’t for Allison grabbing you with fast reflexives. You blinked in shock and stared at Lydia.

“You know his name?!” You sputtered before realizing what she just said and shaking your head quickly. “Never mind. No, we're not dating. Ew!” You exclaimed. You weren’t usually this caught off guard. Out of the three of you, you were always the levelheaded calm one.

Lydia pursed her lips and looked ahead at the field. Allison looked between you both with furrowed eyebrows.

You always had people thinking you were dating either Scott or Stiles. It was something you were accustomed to denying. But to hear it out of Lydia Martins mouth threw you through a loop. You spotted Scott and Stiles walking from the locker rooms.

“I’m going to sit over here. Was nice talking to you Allison.” You said wanting to get the actual fuck away from Lydia. You didn’t think she knew anyone outside of her circle of popular hot people. Allison nodded with a smile and Lydia just crossed her arms, looking bored.

She was a lot more perceptive than you gave her credit for. Not only did she know Stiles’ name, but she knew you were close friends. That was very interesting.

You peeled away from the other girls and walked towards the right side of the bleachers. You dropped your bag onto the bottom row. It was placed directly behind the bench, and you usually spent practices talking with Stiles and Scott. It wasn’t often that you went to the lacrosse practices though. They were, like you said, boring and it just felt awkward. Like you were expected to be a cheerleader and not just throw pebbles and watch them tink off your boy’s safety pads.

You sighed and settled onto the metal bench, waiting for your friends to catch up to you. You had a lot to say to Stiles.

You heard the metal thunk of footsteps on the small bleachers behind you. No doubt Lydia and Allison moving to the top row. That’s where Lydia usually sat whenever you had the displeasure of sitting at practices.

“-My whole life is sitting on the sidelines. This season, I make first line.” You heard the tail end of Scott and Stiles conversation, and Scott dropped his bag next to the bench. Stiles sat down on the bench with a huff. Scott didn’t sit down though. You looked up to see him staring at someone, almost frozen.

You looked over your shoulder and nearly rolled your eyes.

Of course. You forgot he was smitten with Allison.

“McCall!” Coach Finstock yelled, breaking your friend's trance. Scott spun around to look at him.

You leaned forward and rested your chin on Stiles’ shoulder. He glanced back at you and brought a hand up to ruffle your hair.

You were about to bring up the fact that Stiles’ crush since childhood thought you and him were dating when a loud whistle blew across the field. You glanced up to see who Coach Finstock was whistling at and furrowed your eyebrows when you saw he was glaring at you.

“Y/L/N! What have I told you about distracting my players? Move up the bleachers!” He yelled pointing to the top row. You jerked away from Stiles quickly.

Way to embarrass you in front of the team like that Coach. You gave him a half ass wave and he turned back to yelling at Scott. Scott looked over and gave you a shrug.

You sat awkwardly near Lydia and refused to look at her. You looked down at the field and raised your eyebrows when Coach lightly hit Scott in the face.

Fuckin Coach.

Coach Bobby Finstock was kind of a menace. But he also reminded you of Stiles.

You shifted in your seat as Scott stood at goal.

“Who is that?” Allison asked and you glanced over and followed her eyeline. She was looking at Scott. You tried not to snort as you rested your chin in your palm, elbow propped on your knee. This was new. Someone was trying to get with Scott. You casually leaned closer to the girls to hear their conversation better.

“Him?” Lydia asked. “I'm not sure who he is. Why?”

Now that was even more interesting. She knew Stiles and you but didn’t know Scott. That or she was lying. Or even more fun she didn’t want her new best friend getting involved with a “lesser then” like Scott. Not that he was anything less than a babe, but he was no Jackson Whittemore.

“He's in my English class.” Allison said with a shake of her head.

A whistle blew signaling to the team to start making attempts at the goal. You looked down at the field and almost shot up in your seat. Scott was grabbing his head like he was in pain. You looked down at Stiles, but he wasn’t turned to you. Coach didn’t look concerned. You glanced around. No one did.

It was times like this that your friends tested your coddling skills. You never said it out loud, but every time Scott played, whether it be in practice or at games, you were extremely worried for him.

You had taken to bringing extra water whenever he was playing. Having water to drink made him breathe a little easier and you were worried for him. You knew he loved lacrosse, but if it were up to you, he wouldn’t be playing at all. You were as reckless as both he and Stiles, but you had no problems going all mother hen whenever they did something to endanger themselves.

Someone in the line took this moment to launch a ball at Scott. He was still clutching his head in pain, and it hit him square in the face. His helmet kept his nose from being broken, but the force of the impact made him fall backwards in goal.

The team along with Coach started laughing and you glared harshly down at them.

You hated almost everyone on the lacrosse team.

Scott got back up and you cocked your head to the side. He looked focused, calm, ready.

Another player made an attempt at goal, but Scott caught it easily. You grinned and clapped a few times. You heard Stiles yelling encouragement.

Another player threw their ball and Scott caught it with a slight shift in his stance.

Goal after goal he caught them all.

“He seems like he's pretty good.” You heard Allison say. You grinned over at her. You didn’t know how this was happening, but he was on fire.

“Oh, very good.” Lydia mused and you didn’t like that tone at all. You glanced over at her. She better not get any ideas.

On the field, Jackson Whittemore cut to the front of the line and in a series of runs and jumps, he made the most extra shot on goal. You raised your eyebrows and watched with increasing nerves as Scott braced to catch it.

He lunged to the side and caught it easily.

You whooped, getting to your feet and start clapping loudly. On the bench Stiles bursts up with a happy yell. Lydia Martin also gets to her feet while clapping. You didn’t know if you should bring that up to Scott and Stiles later.

“That is my friend!” Stiles yells and you laugh along with his joy.

You notice Lydia looking down at Jackson with a look that says, ‘display of power makes me go brrrr’. You were probably exaggerating, but still. Lydia wasn’t cheering for her boyfriend; she was cheering for his embarrassment. You shook off your thoughts of Lydia and her further confusing mannerisms and cheered for your friend.

Scott threw the ball at the assistant coach, and you laugh happily. He was getting cocky. That was fun.

The rest of practice was a blur as Coach yanked Scott out of goal and made him run drills against Jackson. Stiles even left the bench a few times to participate. Jackson and Scott succeeded every single time. Stiles, not so much.

It was close to 5 PM when Coach called the practice to a close.

You stood up, stretching the uncomfortable metal bleachers off your bones. You made eye contact with Scott as he jogged to the locker room, and you smiled at him coyly. He rolled his eyes at you with a smile.

Lydia stood up along with Alison and you couldn’t help but notice both of them were also watching Scott make his exit.

Part of you wanted to be annoyed. Not at Allison, but at Lydia and even Stiles. Lydia only cared about Scott once she saw his ‘worth’ as a player. You thought that you understood parts of her, but this behavior made her seem even more shallow. Then there is the matter of Stiles liking her for no reason other than her looks. He’s just as shallow. You couldn’t be upset at her and then turn around and be okay with him.

Why the hell were you thinking so hard over Lydia Martin? You usually barely even considered her, and this is three times today when you dedicated time to try and understand her.

You shook your head to try and force your brain to stop being weird and you trotted down the metal bleachers. Enjoying how fast you could go down them if you stepped on the seats instead of the stairs.

“See you later!” Allison called as she followed Lydia to the parking lot. Lydia gave you a glance and nodded slightly.

What the fuck is with today and Lydia?

You sunk down on the grass and waited for Scott and Stiles to appear from the locker room.

You ripped up grass as you waited and soon enough a shadow was standing over you. You glanced up and Scott was standing there with the biggest grin on his face.

“What the fuck McCall!?” You shouted, standing then jumping at him. He grinned sheepishly and caught you to both of your surprise. Stiles jogged up and wasted no time getting in on the celebration.

Scott released you and you grabbed his shoulders to shake them.

“My best friend is a fucking legend!” You yelled laughing. Stiles ruffled Scott’s hair and brought both of you into a group hug, whooping as he did so.

The adrenaline of watching Scott came flooding back to you as you jumped around with your best friends in the whole world. This school year was your year. Your time. Finally, something was going right.

So I was watching the first episode of Teen Wolf and I thought you know what would be fun? A rewrite. I know I’m not the first person to do this, @bilesbilinskix and @24stiles920 are the two that I’ve seen on tumblr. I looked for other rewrites after I had the idea and it would feel weird to not acknowledge the years of work they’ve done for this. So if you’re interested in reading a completed/farther along version of a rewrite go check both of them out.

This rewrite is going to be Stiles Stilinski x reader. I’m toying with the idea of making it Stiles x reader x Derek, but I haven’t decided yet. So for now it’s a slow burn that ends with just Stiles.

This fic is going to be very long. This first chapter is 8.7k words which is astonishing because compared to other episodes nothing much happens this episode and its only half. I’d also like to preface that the reader is the main character. So there are going to be many, many scenes that aren’t included in the show. It’s a rewrite with a new main character so if you’re wondering why it matters about readers' history essay that’s why. They’re the main character.

Also this rewrite is going to be rated mature and might teeter towards explicit. The show is rated PG-13, but I’m going to say teenagers aren’t usually suitable for a 13 year old audience.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this series and come to love it as much as I do. This is going to have the worlds slowest updates so like if you wanna check back in a year that is honestly for the best. I wrote this two years ago and I'm tired of waiting I'm just going to post it. :)

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