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trexrambling · 2 years

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Just Penguins

Overview: Just a cute little drabble about penguins and Stiles Stilinski, dedicated to @snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales.

Characters: Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 737

Warnings: None

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They’re just penguins, okay?

And Scott is just a werewolf.

And Derek’s backstory is just complicated.

You gnaw at your bottom lip and force a sigh out of your nostrils.

“Oh my god, did you-“ Stiles lightly slaps your arm, eyes fully focused ahead- “did you see that? The dude penguin just touched his flipper to the girl’s. Wow, I mean-“ his nose squishes against the glass, forehead accompanying the action- “nature, you know?”

You look down at your vastly empty hand, wipe the sweat that’s collected there on your jeans. “Uh-huh.”

He turns to face you, eyes slightly scrunched. “You good?”

You blink, try to wipe any evidentiary looks from your features that may have been there without your consent. “What? Yes, why? Of course I’m good.”

His eyebrows rise. “Right, because that was a super convincing rebuttal. I thought you wanted to come see the penguins-“

“-before they’re released, yeah, yeah. I did. I do.” You force a grin that feels like a grimace and step closer to the glass enclosure. “What were you saying about them holding hands?”

It was just the way he would wrap his arm around your shoulder while walking down the halls at school. Just the way he would always drive over in his Jeep to hang out and watch dumb TV shows with you after you’d had a bad day. Just the way he would laugh at your jokes, even if they weren’t all that funny. Just the way he listened to your late night rambles on the phone. Just the way he could always make you smile.

Just the way he was…well, Stiles.

“They mate for life, you know.” He cuts back into your thoughts, his voice as soft as the smile on his face. “Not many people can claim that kind of loyalty, much less prove it.”

“You can.”

It slips past your lips, a half whisper. Your insides freeze up, teeth clenched together. You’re hopeful he wasn’t paying attention, but of course he hears you.

“What?” he asks, fully focused on you now. His foot nudges your leg when you don’t immediately answer.

You sigh, swallow down your embarrassment. “You can claim that kind of loyalty. You’re the most loyal person I know. We all count on you for so much, and you’re always there. Literally, always, even when there’s a thunderstorm, and you ran to my house in the pouring rain because your Jeep wouldn’t start, because I’d called to tell you I was lonely and you said you’d be right over, and you weren’t going to break your word.”

Your teeth find your tongue as you reel your brain back in alongside it. You look away from the penguins, Stiles’ eyes instantly catching yours and holding them in place. Your cheeks go warm, and you want to look away, but you don’t.

He smirks. “So what you’re saying is-” his arms go out to his sides in a grand flourish- “I’m kind of awesome.”

You grin and playfully shove against his chest. “And so humble, too.”

Stiles laughs, and the robust sound of it makes everything snap back to normal. You smile and wrap your arm through his, tugging him towards the exit. “Come on, let’s go get some french fries. I’m starving.”

He falls into step beside you. “I could eat.”

You roll your eyes. “You can always eat.”

“True.”

And then his hand is suddenly sliding down your arm, firmly grasping your palm, fingers sliding between yours. Your step falters, but only for the second it takes to recompose yourself from the surprise. His grip is solid, but somewhat sweaty. You glance at him from the corner of your eye, see the indention in his cheek from where he’s biting it, the bead of sweat in his hairline despite the fact that it’s a relatively cold day.

You squeeze his hand and keep on walking, like everything is still normal, even though it’s definitely not. Well, not the normal it used to be, anyway. Maybe it’s a new normal. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything. I mean, it’s just holding hands.

And penguins are just overwhelmingly cute.

And Stiles is just the guy you’re in love with.

You turn your head and he does the same, an uncertain but genuine smile pulling up the corners of his mouth as he looks at you.

And right now, for today, everything is just perfect.

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haileygarciasunshine · 3 years

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Stiles Stilinski Masterlist

Created: 02/09/21

Last Updated: 02/09/21

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voidszoro · 4 years

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Valentine's Day (Stiles)

Wrote this little short fic a few days ago because I was bored and I figured I would post it.

Warnings: none

Description: Valentine's Day at BHHS with the McCall twins, Scott and y/n.

A/n: kinda sucs but i decided it would be cute for valentine's day. Also this is my first time writing in 2nd person...

"Scott, we're gonna be late for school!" Mornings are hard when you're Scott McCall. He never wakes up on time. You definitely expected to sit on the counter waiting for the boy for a few more minutes, but Scott was standing ready and the entrance ti the kitchen as soon as you finished your sentence. He holds a huge bouquet of roses in his hands along with a heart-shaped box of chocolates and a white teddy bear.

"Don't worry my sweet sister, I am prepared today." You both head out the door and into the car.

"Are you feeling alright? No fever or anything?" Scott swats your hand away as you try to feel his forehead for a sign of a fever.

"Just buckle up," Scott says, starting the car. "Oh, and happy valentine's day y/n"

When the two of you arrive at school you head to your lockers, which are conveniently next to eachother.

"AHHH" A scream echoes down the BHHS hallways making you fight the urge to cover your ears. Kira rushes down the hallway not even letting the strange stares of other students stopping her from getting to Scott and his handful of gifts. You turn back to your locker and grab your chemistry textbook. As soon as you shut your locker, a face pops out from the other side making you drop your book.

"What the-" You recognize the boy who startled you. Stiles bends down and picks up your book.

"Whoopsies. Totally meant to do that." He laughs making you laugh. "Uh.. happy Valentines day, princess." Behind his back, Stiles holds a small red velvet box. "And this is for my favorite woman."

He hands you the box, and as soon as you open it, you see a gorgeous silver necklace with a heart dangling outlined in tiny rhinestones.

"No you did not. I told you not to get me anything expensive!" Your face is permanently molded into a smile and it feels like it's never going to go away. The necklace must've cost a fortune for Stiles.

"I wanted to get you something extra special to show you how much I love you. Of course, a necklace, no matter how expensive, will never amount to how much I love you, y/n." Your arms find their way around Stiles' waist and you squeeze him like a teddy bear. He smells nice like always. You've learned to remember your boyfriend's scent very well recently.

"I love you, Stilinski." He kisses you and you walk to first period together: chemistry. You have a feeling it's going to be a wonderful valentine's day.

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mca-attack21 · 5 years

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Wolf Moon Part 1

A/N: Part 1 of the Stiles Sis Fic series based on Season 1 Episode 1. I am writing the entire series out of order (because some episodes are just easier than others). In general, it follows the outline of the show with an added plotline for the reader. And as always, I appreciate your comments and feedback. Check out the rest, and my other imagines here.

“Y/n, get ready we have to go,” Stiles demanded as he burst into your bedroom.

“Go where Stiles? It’s late and we have school tomorrow...as in the first day of sophomore year,” you replied rolling your eyes.

“We are going to Scott’s house,” he answered throwing your shoes and jacket at you.

“Stiles, we were at Scott’s earlier,” you groaned.

“Yes but earlier, there wasn’t a call on the police scanner that said two joggers found a body in the woods, was there?” he remarked pulling out his phone to call Scott.

“Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.”

You rushed to put on your jacket and follow him out to Roscoe. This was going to be an interesting night, and you were all for it.

Scott still hadn’t answered his phone, so Stiles came up with a plan to gain his attention. Knowing that the plan was devised by your brother, it was overly complicated. So you decided to sit back and watch. Stiles refused to just knock on the door, he couldn’t ring the doorbell like a normal person. No, he decided to climb up to Scott’s room. You saw Scott come out on his porch with a bat and then Stiles fell down. Scott almost clobbered him with the bat. They both shrieked like little girls.

Scott finally yelled, “Stiles what the hell are you doing?”

This is when you decided to make your entrance. “You weren’t answering your phone,” you mocked your brother.

Stiles shot you a dirty look for that comment, but soon remembered his purpose, “Dude, you won’t believe this. My dad left 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called, they are bringing in every Beacon Hills officer and even the State Police” he recalled.

“For what?” Scott asked.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods” Stiles replied.

“A dead body?” Scott asked in disbelief.

“No, a body of water, yes Scott, a dead body” Stiles answered sarcastically.

“So like murder?” Scott questioned.

“They don’t know yet, just that is was a girl in her twenties.” Stiles clarified.

“So if they have the body, what are they looking for?” Scott reasoned.

“That’s the best part, they only found half…we’re going!” Stiles declared.

You laughed at his eagerness and then waited for Scott to get ready. The three of you headed to the woods. When suddenly it dawned on you. “Hey Stiles, do we know which half of the body we are looking for?” you asked.

“Oh, I didn’t even think of that.”

“Yeah, and what if the murderer is still out there and we run into them?” Scott questioned.

“I didn’t think of that either. We can take my bat.”

“Yeah, cause that’ll save us,” you say rolling your eyes, “Another well thought out plan by Stiles Stilinski.”

It wasn’t long before Stiles pulled into the preserve. “Are we really doing this?” Scott asked as the three of you exited the jeep.

“Come on man, you are the one who always complaining that nothing ever happens in this town,” Stiles answered.

“I just wanted to get a good night's sleep before tryouts and school tomorrow” Scott explained double-checking that he had his inhaler.

“Right! Because sitting on the bench takes sooo much effort,” Stiles quipped.

“Stiles! stop being such an ass, he plays more than you do,” you shot back.

“It’s fine, I’ll bet you that not only do I play more than you this year, but I will make first line,” Scott challenged.

“That’s a good one Scott. I mean I guess everyone should have dreams even if they are pathetically unrealistic,” Stiles answered.

“Okay, change of topic,” you announced having heard enough of the ‘alpha male’ fight for one night, “Stiles where are we going?” you asked as he started to lead you up a hill. You decided to go last, so Scott wouldn’t be left behind when he needed to use his inhaler.

“Just a little further, we are almost there,” Stiles urged.

“Stiles, how the hell do you know where we are going? The police don’t even know where they are going,” Scott demanded.

“I have a feeling,” Stiles remarked.

“I have a feeling” you mocked under your breath, which earned a laugh from Scott.

Stiles suddenly took off at a sprint yelling for you and Scott to follow him. But Scott was in the process of using his inhaler and you had the only other flashlight. When the two of you went to follow Stiles you saw that he had been caught by your dad. You hid in a ditch and listened in. “Where are your usual partners in crime?” your dad interrogated.

“What? You mean Scott and Y/n? They didn’t come. They were too worried about school tomorrow” Stiles answered, “It’s just me in the woods, alone…”

Your dad flashed the light around to confirm that you and Scott weren’t there. And then he left, walking Stiles back to the Jeep. You and Scott sat there a minute and then started to head to the main road. The only problem was that it was now much darker than it had been when you arrived and everything was starting to blend together.

“Do you think we should split up?” Scott asked.

“I don’t know, I mean we don’t know what is out there and we only have one flashlight,” you answered taking a mental note to pound Stiles later for leaving the two of you out here in the dark.

“Okay here is the deal, we can’t be that far from the road. So you walk sixty paces that way and I’ll walk sixty paces this way,” Scott said gesturing. “Then we turn around and come back. We will meet here by this,” he continued, sticking a stick into the ground.

You reluctantly agreed and started walking. After about twenty paces you regret your decision. It was scary before, but at least you weren’t alone. Alone. That was a weird concept. For as long as you could remember Stiles or Scott had been by your side. But now it was just you. And the ½ of a dead body. And the animals. And potentially the murderer. ‘That’s it, this is how I’m going to die’ you thought. Suddenly you heard noises. You secretly hoped it was your dad and his deputies. You were entirely willing to get grounded if it meant that you would get out of this nightmare any sooner. But instead it was a herd of deer that came racing towards you. You screamed trying to run away from them. But one of them collided into you knocking you down. You had no choice but to lay there and wait, hoping not to get trampled.

Scott faintly heard your scream and started towards your direction. He tripped and face planted into the cold ground. When he looked up, he was met with the face of the dead girl. He shot backward and rolled down the ravine, losing his inhaler. As he tried to find it and regain his composure, he heard a low growl. Before he could react something had bit his side. He sprinted away trying to escape whatever it was that attacked him. Without realizing it, he had sprinted into the road and was nearly hit by a car. He pulled his maroon hoodie up to look at the bite, it was already bleeding. Scott then started to walk back towards town. He was lost in his thoughts wondering what the hell just happened when his phone rang. It was a call from you. He answered without hesitation. “Y/n, are you okay? I’m on the road. Where are you?” he asked concern filling his voice.

“Scott I’m fine, I just made it out to the road too. I called Stiles, he is on his way. Just stay put okay?” you answered.

“Okay I’ll see you in a bit” he answered. Scott wanted to tell you what had just happened. He was scared and he knew you would know the right thing to say, but he couldn’t. Not tonight, he could tell by the shakiness in your voice that you had already been through enough.

It wasn’t long before he was greeted by the familiar sight of that baby blue jeep. He had never been so relieved to see Roscoe. You were already in the backseat fast asleep. The car ride back was dead silent. It wasn’t that Scott was mad at Stiles, he was just scared. And his side hurt. And he had school tomorrow. And….before he knew it he was home. He went upstairs and pulled his sweatshirt up again. It looked disgusting. He debated whether or not to tell his mom. After all, it could be infected or whatever did it could’ve been carrying a disease. But at the end of the day, he didn’t want to explain how it happened. It couldn’t really be that bad, right? So he flooded it in peroxide and bandaged it up before attempting to go to sleep.

Stiles carried you up to your room and laid you carefully in your bed. He felt so bad for leaving you and Scott out there. But at least you were home now, safe and sound. He took your shoes off and tucked you under your blankets. He went to his room and changed into his pajamas, head racing. There had been a dead body in Beacon Hills. Everything was about to change.

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random-multifandom-imagines · 5 years

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Imagine going swimming with Stiles

You kick off your shoes, hike up your skirt, and run towards the lake. “What are you doing? Y/N!” Stiles calls. You look over your shoulder and laugh at the shocked expression on his face.

“Come on!” you urge him, waving your arm wildly. You shed your dress, and leap into the water in just your underwear and bra. You dive deep into the water, all the way down to the bottom, then push off and shoot to the surface. “Oh, Stiles, it’s so nice! You have to come in.”

He stares at you for a minute, then shakes his head with a smile. “You’re something else.” He takes off his shirt and pants, then dives in after you. You scream when you feel something grab your ankle, relaxing when Stiles comes to the surface with a smirk on his face. You splash him, which only causes him to smile more. “Come here.”

You swim over, and once you’re within reach, he grabs you, lifts you, and tosses you across the water. You break through the surface laughing, yelling “You’re dead!” before jumping on his shoulders and dunking him. You two play around, splashing and swimming until somehow you end up in each other’s arms, faces inches apart.

Stiles gently brushes hair out of your face, hand resting on your cheek, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Before you can stop yourself, you lean forward and press your lips against his. He wraps one arm around your waist, holding you close, while the other cups your face.

Of course, our moment is ruined when you hear footsteps approaching, and you quickly jump away from Stiles. “There you two are!” Scott exclaims. However, his expression changes from one of relief to suspicion. “What is going on here?”

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ihavesimpedovermanyfictionalmen · 11 months

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⊱ ─《I Cannot Stand You!》─ ⊰

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴛɪʟᴇꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟɪɴꜱᴋɪ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋꜱ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ʜᴀʀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴏꜰ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ, ᴄᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ꜱᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ,ʙʀɪᴇꜰ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴜʀɢɪɴɢ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛɪᴇꜱ, ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ, ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱᴄᴏᴛᴛ'ꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟ ʀɪᴠᴀʟꜱ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜ, ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴇʟʏ ᴋɪᴅꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ꜱʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜱᴛɪʟᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄᴏᴛᴛ, ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ʜᴇʀ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴏʟ ꜰᴏʀ 7 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴀᴄᴏɴ ʜɪʟʟꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, 2 ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ

author’s note: this hasn’t been proofread nor is it a new fic. it’s literally the same fanfiction as my other one just, updated ;) also be warned that the rest of the parts aren't updated yet so just wait a bit cuz school is kicking my ass! Hopefully by the end of the week (07/31/23) ill have up until part 7 that will be updated and posted

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Everybody knows Scott McCall. Stiles’ best friend. He’s the alpha werewolf and was turned by Derek Hale. Scott was on the lacrosse team and dated Alison Argent, the daughter of werewolf hunters. And of course we all know Stiles Stilinski. Son of the Sheriff. Socially awkward when around Lydia Martin. Very smart. And loves Star Wars. But, there is one person no one knows. Y/N McCall. Scott McCall’s twin sister, although he insisted he was older by 4 minutes. Y/N McCall was the twin sister of Scott, and the reason nobody knows about her is because... she was taken away from Scott and her mother. From who? Their own father. Confused?

Don’t be.

Let me explain... At age 7, Scott and Y/N were just finishing from playing tag when they saw a young boy hiding behind his father. Sheriff Stilinski. Y/N urged Scott to go talk to them as she wanted him to make friends, someone other than herself of course, but he was (and no offense to him) too nerdy. He like sports like any normal boy however, he would always try to convince his sister that supernatural beings existed, and every time, she never believed him. Apparently, making friends with the boy was easy, but not for Y/N. At first, she thought he was a sweet little boy just too embarrassed to want to be making friends. Oh how she was wrong.

Him and Scott got along just fine, however Scott wasn’t in his class all the way through elementary school. At first it started with throwing paper balls, then it started with Stiles sneaking her a note between classes, then it was him coming over after school and constantly annoying her. Realistically, they hated each other, with a passion. No one ever knew why, not even the star crossed enemies themselves. It just happened.

And she was fine with it. Y/N had Lydia Martin as her best friend and goodness she was enough. Remember earlier when I said that she was taken away from her brother and mother? This is how it happened. She and Scott were walking home from school one day, just the two of them. Hand in hand. Once they got home, their mother, although having a smile on her face, was crying. There were child service people and cops and more importantly, their father. They hadn’t seen their father ever, only mere pictures of him.

Apparently, being part of the custody agreement they made when they divorced, the father was supposed to have the youngest child in his care and the mother the oldest. Now even though they were fraternal twins, technically speaking, Scott was born 4 minutes before y/n.

That unfortunately meant that, that day, she left with her father to go to Washington for some big FBI job he had. In reality, though, she knew it was because he wanted to get her mother back and tearing apart the family, taking her daughter away from her would certainly do that. She hated her father, hated him for how he left her, her mother, and her brother all by themselves. She was headed for Washington D.C. Alone and with her father.

She’d rather jump off a cliff than live with him and for good reason. Every day, the moment she did something wrong, she would get beaten up mentally and emotionally. Rarely would he ever lay a hand on her but, even alcholic FBI agents slip up.

She never told anyone, not even her friends. How could she? She was waking up all times of the night drenched in sweat and heavily breathing. And the worst part? Her father would buy her presents as a form of apology but it never worked. It was always the same thing. And it was usually for the stupidest reasons.

All day, everday she was the mother, she was the maid, she was someone a lot older than she needed to be. But rather than tell someone, anyone, she kept it to herself.

She didn’t want to bother anyone with it. She needed to deal with it herself. She couldn’t go around dumping her pain and her issues on everyone else. Eventually she learned to deal with the pain by age 12. Every year, she prayed to whatever God was listening, and asked them for a miracle. Well, the year she turned 13, she got a couple. The first miracle was her step mother, Rosalie.

She was a charismatic young woman. She was only 30 but she looked a lot younger. Unlike the stepmothers in the movies, Rosalie was really sweet and caring. She acted more of a parent than her father did. She had a 6 year old little boy named Joseph. He was shy and sweet. And he would always play some type of games with Y/N.

Rosalie and her son were quite literally her saviors. Her father never talked down to her or “slipped up” on her as much as he used to before. And that was lucky enough. Rosalie and Joseph were usually here all the time so he only really hurt her when they left, which was rare. And for that, she was thankful. Rosalie was like a second mother to her. And Joseph was like a younger brother.

The second miracle that happened that year was her stepmother’s secret. Over the course of the summer starting, her father often went away on business trips. Now usually he would take her and drop her off at one of his perverted friends houses but because he was dating Rosalie, she offered to help him out and watch her. On that night, she, Joseph, and Y/N, were watching a scary movie when somebody knocked on their door.

Or something.

When Y/N opened the door, she was thrown across the hallway and into the living room. That was the first time she’d ever seen something supernatural. It was Rosalie it was after. But it failed to accomplish its goal before melting away after Rosalie threw something at it.

After that, she ran quickly to see if Y/N was okay. And she was already prepared for the comments she was going to get. But instead Y/N just celebrated. She was excited and confused, for the first time in her life. Her excitement was pure. Of course she had all these questions but, her own stepmother was a kickass witch...and a vampire! Before answering any more questions, Rosalie took Y/N into the kitchen to get her cleaned up.

This was when Y/N’s smile faltered.

Rosalie was a year into this marriage, and she still hadn’t found out that her husband was abusing his own kid. Reluctant to get cleaned, Rosalie was forced to use her magic to get her cleaned up, and what she saw made her gasp... Scars, both healed and in the process of doing so, had run across her back and neck. Makeup that she used to cover the bruises and the other scars that ran on her face, arms, and stomach, were completely shown to her stepmother. “Was this your fathers doing?” She asked.

And that’s when she completely broke down. She told her everything, from the time she was taken away, to now. And when I tell you that Rosalie was absolutely disgusted... there were no words to describe what feeling she felt, what emotions she felt, when he came back. But this time, Y/N was happy. She was actually happy. Happier than she’d ever been and that was long time.

Months later, she’d gotten a boyfriend. And some would say that, it was a blessing but, really it was a curse. After months of going out, Marcus, who was her boyfriend, asked her to go to a party with him and surprisingly enough, she said yes. Rosalie was going out with her father for a couple of hours and Joseph was at a sleepover. She’d go for an hour, not wanting to push her luck.

Y/N was very different when it came to what she wore or how she dressed. Some days she felt confident about herself and dressed up pretty nicely, others she felt less confident and tried to hide herself and her perfect body. That night, she chose to dress casually. She wore a black dress that curved her shape and shorts underneath. Even if she was confident enough to wear a dress to the party, she’d never wear a dress without something underneath. When she got to the party, Marcus was acting weird. And she wasn’t the only one who noticed.

All of her friends noticed it too. He wasn’t acting himself. He was drunk. Of course, Y/N brushed it off, he wasn’t going to do anything bad to her, right?

Unfortunately, that was not the case.

The night ended pretty badly. Marcus had gotten a black eye, dislocated nose, swollen lips and more, courtesy of both of her actual friends boyfriends, and she found out the Washington boys could never be trusted. Scott, Noah Stilinski, Bobby Finstock, a boy name Issac she’d met, and even, though it pained her to say, Stiles Stilinski made her feel safe.

Just the thought of being able to finally to go back home, to her real family, to her mother and brother, and to all her friends, it was comforting. It kept what little hope she had left alive and pumping.

Obviously, her stepmother, her two little siblings, and the people she called her actual friends in Washington were comforting and yes, they were safe. But safe and home are two very different things.

Luckily for her, things were about to change very soon.

Her father was, somehow, an FBI agent. And because of that, he was sent on assignment with the timeline of about 6-8 months. Which, according to the courts, meant that he no longer could have custody of her. But he didn’t know that of course.

The only problem is that she's changed. Not just by growing up but because she has some abilities that literally tie to emotions. And let’s just say the emotions she has aren’t exactly... tamed.

The day he left, they all started packing. Her stepmother and father already filed divorce but since he was already gone, and the divorce wasn’t exactly settled completely, Rosalie forged his signature onto a paper mailed to him by the courts stating that she would be her primary guardian until otherwise. And then a bunch of other things happened which lead to the courts reinstating her mother’s primary custody approval so now, now they're moving back to Beacon Hills.

And neither are her, uh, transformation processes?

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。゜。°。°。°。

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Chapter 34, 'Alliance' available now on FFN (x) and Wattpad (x)

Taglist: @arrthurpendragon @ocappreciation @darknightfrombeyond @foxesandmagic @eddysocs

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imaginesforthepeople · 7 years

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Jealous Much?

Requested: Jealous Scott please! Maybe the reader is in a date or just about to leave and Scott calls her pretending he needs help with something to get her away from her date?Thank you!!

Teen Wolf Imagine- Scott.M x !reader, Stiles.S

P.S: John is a made up character for the story line!

P.P.S: I am soooo sorry I took FOREVER to write this!!! <3<3<3

Today was the day! You were going on a date with John, you’ve had a crush on him since freshman year. It was Friday night and you just got done getting ready when the doorbell rang. Butterflies filled your stomach while you flew down the stairs. Well... went down the stairs as fast as you could while wearing heals. You quickly fixed your hair and pulled down your dress then answered the door. “ Hey John!” you said. “ Hey Y/N, you look gorgeous. As always.” he flirted. You blushed and followed him to his car. He opened the door for you and let you sit down before he closed the door.

When you both arrived to the cute little restaurant in town. John said this was his favorite restaurant. The waiter walked you to your booth and gave you both menu’s. “Do you mind if I order for you?” John asks. “Sure, you know what’s good,” you said laughing. “We would both like a basket of fried chicken and fries, and one large chocolate milkshake with two straws please,” he said. “Sure thing is that all?” the waiter asks. John nods and the waiter walked back into the kitchen.

Around ten minuets later the waiter comes out with the food. “It smells so good!” You say taking a bite of a chicken tender. “ Yeah, I order this basically every time I come here,” John says laughing.

When you were about half way through eating, your phone started ringing. You ignored it the first time, but then it started to ring a second time. “You can answer it, it could be important.” John says. You nod in agreement and pull your phone out. Your friend Scott’s name was in bold letters on your screen.

“Hello?” You ask into the phone. “Y/N you need to come over quick, its an emergency. Me and Stiles found out something about the case! “ Scott said hurriedly.

“ Scott... is it really that important? I’m kinda on a date right now,” you say quietly. John frowned. Clearly he herd Scott, considering Scott was practically screaming into the phone.

“Yes Y/N, it actually is important. We need you here NOW!” Scott says.

“If it’s really important, we can get to go boxes and I could drive you over,” John says sadly. You sighed, John was really just too kind. “Are you sure its important Scott? “ You say in almost a begging tone. “ Yes Y/N! It is very important! “ Scott says, yet again. “Fine, I’ll be there in ten, “ you say hanging up before he could answer. “I’m so sorry John, but he insists that it’s important,” you say frowning. “It’s ok, I understand.” he says.

You both left the restaurant with your boxes of food. John drove you to Scott’s and told you that you can have a make-up date, and to have a goodnight. You gave him a hug, thanking him.

You knocked on Scott’s door. He immediately answered letting you in.

“Scott! What’s so important?!” You ask annoyed. You could see Stiles smirking at Scott. “What?” you ask looking at Stiles. “Oh nothing, just that there is nothing that is important. And Scott just wanted to get you out of that date with John because he was jealous! “ Stiles said smiling widely. “Stiles what the hell?!” Scott yells. “Scott! You knew I was excited to go on that date! And why would you be jealous?!” You said with anger. “Come on Y/N! It’s obvious that Scottie boy here has a crush on you,” Stiles says throwing his best friend under the bus. “Is that true Scott?” You ask. Scott scoffs. “Maybe...”

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Imagine being Stiles’ Girlfriend

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justsomewritingsandshit · 7 years

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Better For You

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Words: 2138 words

Warnings: break down of relationship, underage drinking, own-age of Scott at Halo, angst af

“I think we should break up.”

Silence.

“What?”

You felt like your life was being stolen from you. And it’s not just the supernatural aspect of living, and trying to survive, in Beacon Hills. It was more than that now. Way more.

Malia Hale, or Malia Tate, had joined the bandwagon of miscellaneous supernatural teenagers, which made up the McCall Pack.

Whilst you had been working hard to keep the relationship between you and Stiles alive (and thriving), in a town where relationships were dropping at the same rate as the residents, Stiles didn’t seem to be too interested any longer. Which was painful to bear.

Lately, it was the loss of that connection which you cried over most nights.

When you needed a shoulder to cry on, your boyfriend was no longer available, and you didn’t know why. Before any of this craziness, the two of you had been such close friends, and when that had progressed into a relationship, you had been thrilled. Years of teasing, and sarcastic jokes, had turned into flirty banter, with even more sarcastic jokes. Scott, your other close friend, had trembled in fear, at the power of your joint ribbing prowess. You’d felt like Jack and Rose, pre-iceberg and pre-her being rude and leaving Jack to freeze to death.

But now…

“Stiles, let’s do something tonight!” You were excited, the thought of doing something with your boyfriend, alone for once, was too thrilling. “Come over to mine, we’ll ‘Netflix and Chill’.” It was an overly charming comment, in which you’d winked in a jokingly suggestive way, to ensure that Stiles knew that you genuinely just wanted to chill out. “So, how about it? You pick up some take-out and then head over to mine, about eight?”

Stiles turned towards you, hair spiked up slightly, and hazel eyes glinting in the ugly fluorescent lights of the school hallway. Despite the bad lighting, he still looked great. The two of you were standing at your lockers, picking up some last minute things, before you head home for the day, “I can’t, sorry.”

“I could cook, if you’d like?”

Chuckling, he looked down shaking his head, “I meant I can’t come over tonight, babe. I’m tutoring Malia, since studying with Lydia is a bit too intense for her.”

“Oh, what subject?”

“Algebra.”

“Yikes,” You scoffed, “I wish you all the best then! I’d offer to help, but I think everyone knows my fight with math, is one that I’m losing.”

The two of you began to walk towards the exits, hoping that the rush of students flocking to leave had died down by now. “True, you are pretty bad.” Stiles teased you, flinging his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side, dropping a kiss to the side of your head. It felt right. “I’ll catch you later, love you!” He was gone fast, and you’d shamelessly watched him walk away, loving the way he looked in those jeans you’d bought him.

“Hey!” Scott McCall, your long-time friend and perpetual victim of your harmless barbs, had showed up at your door, the same night you’d wanted to chill with Stiles. “So, everyone is studying tonight, and I’m left alone with this!” He was holding Stiles’ Xbox, but his face held an excited smile, “And he said I could, before you even think about asking!” Scott reassured you, walking into your living room, and started to set up the console, connecting it to the TV. “We are going to Halo it up tonight!”

Letting out a soft sigh, you closed and locked the door (it’s important to be cautious in Beacon Hills), “Fine, but we play together!” Scott raised his eyebrow, “You suck at it, and I refuse to humiliate you like that!” Any smile Scott held was replaced by his scowl, but his lips were fighting to smile.

“Harsh.”

“It’s the truth.”

“Stiles? Where’re you going?” The boy was rushing out of your shared last class. “Aren’t we doing a Halo night?” You smirked at him, well aware that most of the time, when Stiles and yourself played alone at his house, you mostly ended up feeling each other up on his father’s sofa.

Stiles’ face dropped, portraying the guilt he felt, but all it did was make him look like a sad puppy. More than he usually did, anyway. “I’m really sorry, baby, but Malia really needs my help before the algebra test tomorrow. I’m sorry.”

Sighing softly, you let a smile grace your face, before wrapping your arms around his body, “S’okay, Stiles. I’ll message you later, m’kay.” Maybe it was for the best, you were exhausted from the long day you’d had. Perhaps a nap when you finally got home would be best? “Love you.”

Stiles leaned down, pressing a soft kiss you your lips, “Love you too, Y/N.”

If there was one thing that you loved, it was seeing your friends happy. To see that glint of excitement in their eyes, or the soft glow of contentment on their faces. But for some reason, this time it made your stomach feel a bit weird, like angry butterflies were trying to escape your lower abdomen. Maybe it was because you liked to be the one to make them happy, and this time you weren’t that person.

“Hey, I heard you did really well on your last test!” Stiles smile radiated happiness, and what he said had struck a familiar chord with you, it was something he usually said to you. But this time it was to Malia. Were you being jealous?

She beamed back, and your stomach clenched uncomfortably, “I couldn’t have done it without you and Lydia!” The two of them were bathed in golden light, they were practically glowing. “I want to thank you guys!”

“How about we go to see a movie, on you?”

“Sure, pick me up at six?”

Stiles nodded in agreement to Malia’s offer, then the bell rung, forcing people to begin walking to their classes. “Catch you later, guys!” He called out, barely looking at you, before rushing off to his allotted Physical Education class.

Did- did they just organise a date? Right in front of you?

No. It was a thank-you, that’s all.

“Hey!” Lydia was on your doorstep, bottle of alcohol in one hand and cheesy romantic-comedy movies in the other, “It’s your turn to make me feel like I’m not as alone in the world, as I am!” For months now, Lydia had been coming over to your home, to unwind at the end of the week, usually via the methods of drinking and commenting on the ridiculous actions of the people in the rom-coms. “I brought the Owen Wilson ones, today, because I needed a laugh!”

Laughing, you told the red-head to come into your home, “Was the movie too nerdy for you? Stiles always wants to see the re-run of some ‘classic’-.”

“What movie?” Lydia questioned you, as she began to pour a generous amount of white wine into a large wine glass, which she’d grabbed from the cabinet behind the dinner table. Oh, it was that sweet one she liked. “Why would I be watching a movie with Stiles?”

“I thought you, Stiles, and Malia were going to watch a movie tonight, to celebrate her improvement in maths?”

Shrugging her delicate shoulders, the copper haired girl said, “I guess I wasn’t invited.”

Approximately halfway through the movie, you turned to her, after pausing Owen Wilson mid-drawl. “If- if it’s just the two of them… does that make it a date?” You were scared, and jealous, and hurt. Stiles wouldn’t betray you, would he?

“No.” Lydia pulled you into her side, showing a caring side she doesn’t often let grace the light, “He’d never do that to you, Stiles loves you, Y/N.” Running her hand over your brow, “He’s not that kind of person.”

“Yeah.”

It happened, over and over again.

Malia and Stiles would hang out, without other people, and it hurt you. And not because they hung out, no, but rather because it took precedence over dates, or alone time that you’d arranged with Stiles. Time again, you’d be cast to the side, for the two to watch a movie, or go to eat, and sometimes to study.

“I thought we were going out tonight, just the two of us.”

“Oh,” Stiles paused, awkwardly, “I can cancel with Malia, if you want?”

“Don’t you want to be with me, tonight?”

His silence, then stuttered attempt at an answer, said everything.

“I think we should break up.”

Silence.

“What?”

“Stiles, please.” You turned to walk away, wanting to escape his pained hazel gaze. “It’s obvious that things have changed between us.”

You made it several steps before he pulled on your arm, not-so-gently tugging your body back into his. “Don’t do this, Y/N, come on!” Stiles tried to get you to look into his eyes, but you avoided his gaze, not wanting to peer into his shimmering orbs. “I love you… do- are you not in love with me anymore?” He sounded and looked like a wounded puppy, and it felt like a physical pain in your chest. No one spoke for a moment, and all that was audible was the ragged stifled sobs that Stiles was trying to not let come out. “Say something. Please.” The boy was so sweet, a notion he tried not to let everyone become aware of.

“Of course I love you,” Brushing away a few tears that slipped down, you murmured, “But I can’t be the only one trying in this relationship, I just can’t do it!” You gave him a wonky smile, as you tried to push back the tears. It wasn’t working, if the salty streams scaling down your cheeks said anything on the subject.

Nodding frantically, “You won’t be! I’ll do better!” He was becoming hysterical, and you knew why. Females in Stiles’ life had become to mean more than what others may expect, since the death of his mother. Melissa had become more than his friends mother, she was his stand-in mother-figure. Deputy Tara Graeme became more than a worker for his father, but rather a female whom he’d confided and entrusted in. You, well, you’d always been more than just a friend, and then lover.

He meant a lot to you, too. Probably more than he knew. Could you go through with this?

“Promise me you’ll try better.” You were met by more of Stiles’ nodding, and after a moment you found yourself begging, “Kiss me, please. If-if you still love me.”

“I will always love you, and I will be better, do better, for you.” He pressed his lips to yours, softly and sweetly, stealing the breath from your body as he did. You could taste the saltiness of both of your tears, which wasn’t the sexiest thing, honestly. No matter. You pushed forward, desperately, sliding your palms over the muscle of Stiles’ shoulders, before threading your fingers in the short hair at the nape of his neck. Your boyfriends kiss got more passionate, as Stiles became more determined to showcase his deep feelings to you. “Only you.” He muttered, against the soft skin of your lips, after the two of you parted to breath.

“It better be; ‘only me’.”

“Are- are you busy tonight?” You peered over your computer screen, to look at the handsome person next to you, the one who had just asked you out. They happened to be the partner you’d been assigned to work with, for the next few days, on a joint project for your Psychology class. “I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me? On a date?”

They were sweet, but before you could open your mouth, Stiles was there. “Y/N and I are having a movie night, tonight.” Stiles stood above you, smug smirk playing across his lips, but his eyes remained narrowed and on the apparent interloper. “Yeah, it’s going to be real romantic, and everything.”

Rolling your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips, you nodded along with him, “Sorry, but like he said, I’m busy tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow.” It had been weeks since the almost ‘break-up’, and things between you two were good. At least, better than they had been for previously. As you two walked away, you leaned closer to him, and whispered conspiringly, “By the way, instead of watching movies, we’re playing Halo tonight.”

“Sounds good!” He turned to you, his eyes devious as all hell. “Hey, do you want to invite Scott, just to crush his spirit when we eventually annihilate him?”

“Um, obviously.”

Things were on their way to being better than ever between you. You just hoped that it lasted, because you loved Stiles, very much, and you never wanted to lose him.

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mca-attack21 · 5 years

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Wolf Moon part 2

An: Another Part of the Stiles Sis Fic series. Masterlist here.

You woke up the next morning, dreading the alarm. It was the first day of school and you felt like you got maybe two hours of sleep. As you got in the shower, you began to recall the happenings of the previous evening. You quickly got dressed and went into Stiles’ room. He was still peacefully sleeping. You grabbed one of his pillows which earned a moan of “get out of my room”. You didn’t hesitate to hit him with it.

“That”-hit- “is for making me go last night”, “That”-hit- “is for leaving Scott and I”, “That”-hit- "is for being a jerk and this”-you say hitting his square in the face- “is for good measure, now get up, I don’t want to be late on my first day,” you say before gleefully going downstairs to start breakfast.

It wasn’t long before you were joined by Stiles. He grabbed the sandwich you made him and started to look for his backpack. You went upstairs grabbed your stuff and met him out in Roscoe. On the way there you explained what had happened after he left with your dad. The two of you were eager to meet up with Scott.

When you got to school, you were summoned by Lydia. Stiles found Scott and urged him to show off his ‘battle wound’. Scott explained his theory that he was bitten by a wolf. Stiles shot it down immediately explaining that there haven't been wolves in California in like 60 years. When they went to English the teacher began to drone on about the syllabus. Scott heard this phone ringing. He looked around, but it was like no one else could hear it. He caught this girl’s voice saying something about it being her first day and the fact that she forgot her pen. She was then speaking to the principal. He tried to figure out where the noise was coming from. Then he caught a glimpse of the two of them outside the window. There was no way that he should have been able to hear them. When the girl walked into his classroom and sat behind him, he shyly offered her a pen.

Later that day, when he had tryouts for Lacrosse, Coach threw him in as a goalie. He dreaded this as he was likely to look bad in front of his teammates and the new girl Allison who had decided to watch. But to his surprise, he saved every shot. It was like the balls were moving in slow motion, and he had all of the time in the world to react.

After practice, he and Stiles went back to the woods to look for his inhaler and the other half of the body. Scott explained to Stiles his symptoms. Stiles made a joke about lycanthropy. The pair were searching for the inhaler when they were approached by Derek Hale. Derek chastised them for being on his property and then threw Scott his inhaler. Scott and Stiles booked it back to the jeep.

Later that night Scott went to work. Everything was normal until he tried to feed the cats. They were freaking out, Scott had never seen anything like that before. He didn’t have long to process it though because he heard a frantic banging on the front door. To his surprise it was Allison. She was soaked and muttering about having hit something.

“I didn’t see it, I mean I took my eyes off the road for like two seconds to change the song in my ipod, and then the dog, and then I,” she cried.

“It’s alright, It’s alright, do you remember where it happened so I can send animal control to find it?” Scott said calmly.

“No, I mean yes I know where I hit it, but the dog, it’s in my car,” she answered beckoning Scott to come out and help her. The dog snarled at Allison who jumped instinctively.

“It’s okay, she’s just frightened, let me try,” he said before leaning in to pick up the dog his eyes glowing yellow and putting the dog at ease. When the three of them made it inside, Scott began examining the dog. “I think her paw is broken. I can put it in a splint and give her a pain pill. That should be fine until the vet gets here in the morning,” he concluded. He then noticed Allison shivering. “I have an extra shirt in my bag,” he remarked before leaving to fetch it for her.

“Oh I don’t want to trouble you” she tried, but he already returned offering her his hoodie. She went into the other room and changed into it. When she returned, Scott was just finishing up with the dog. “Thanks for doing this. I feel really stupid,” she started.

“How come?” Scott asked.

“I don’t know, because I freaked out like a total girl,” Allison answered blushing.

“But you are a girl…” Scott laughed.

“Yeah, but I freaked out like a girly girl, I’m not a girly girl,” She replied.

“What kind of girl are you?” Scott questioned.

“A lot tougher than that, at least I thought I was,” she answered.

“Hey, if it were me, I would have freaked out. I might have even cried, and not like a man, but like the girliest girly girl out there,” Scott comforted, “She’s gonna live, and I’m pretty sure she’ll even let you pet her now,” he added.

“I don’t know,” Allison replied looking down at the dog.

“Come on, you don’t want her to sue,” Scott coaxed. Allison reluctantly obliged and began petting the dog.

After Scott put the dog in a pin for the night, he walked Allison out to her car. He decided that this was his chance. “So I have a question, is it really family night on Friday, or do you think that you would want to go to that party with me?” he asked.

“Family night was a total lie,” Allison replied slightly taken aback.

“Is that a yes?” Scott inquired further.

“Definitely yes,” Allison answered before driving off. Scott waited a minute before jumping in the air with excitement. He then went inside and grabbed his belongings before locking up and riding his bike home. Stiles was not going to believe this.

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Amnesia/Where I met you Part 1 (Stiles Stilinski)

I posted this on Wattpad last year sometime, but it’s still one of my favourite things that I’ve ever written, I hope that you guys like it too.

Feedback is always welcomed!! Enjoy xxx

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"(Y/N)? Scott! I think she's waking up! (Y/N)?" I opened my eyes and immediately shut them again, "Ow" I muttered at the bright scorching light currently burning my retinas. "Turn down the lights!" I opened my eyes again, this time being able to see properly.

"(Y/N)?" I looked up to see who the voice belonged to, "Mama McCall?" I asked, "Yes honey, you had a very bad fall, Scott and Stiles are anxious to come in, I just need your okay now that you're awake" slowly I nodded, trying to remember someone called 'Stiles'. "(Y/N)!" I looked at the door and saw Scott and another boy who must be 'Stiles' stood there. "Scott!" I cheered happily, he opened his arms as he walked over to me, I smiled as he wrapped me up in a gentle hug "Who's Stiles?" I whispered in his ear as he pulled back. He looked at me funny before he turned to this 'Stiles' kid, "Uh Stiles, could you go get my mom please?" he asked, Stiles nodded before walking out the door. "What do you mean you don't know who Stiles is?" Scott asked me, "I mean, I- I- don't remember anyone called Stiles, he doesn't look familiar," I said, Mama McCall walked in then "(Y/N), what's wrong sweetie?" I only then noticed the wet feeling of tears rolling down my cheeks. "She doesn't remember Stiles," Scott said as he held onto my hand, "Okay, well after a fall like the one you had, it's not surprising that you'd have amnesia, now it may be temporary, although it may not be. Tell me, sweetie, do you remember Allison?" Mama McCall asked me, I shook my head, "Lydia? Malia? Kira?" She asked again, "I remember Lydia" I whispered, "Okay, how about Liam? No? Theo?" I shook my head. "Can you tell me who you do remember?" Mama McCall asked I nodded before slowly saying "You, Scott, Lydia, Mason, Brett, Tracey, Mrs. Martin, Mr. McCall, an- and that's all I can remember, the other parts it- it's like someone just came and rubbed them out with an eraser" I whispered, Mama McCall nodded, "Okay honey, it's alright, we're gonna let you go home okay, but if you can't remember your parents, it might be better if you stayed with us for a while, you can stay as long as you need to" she explained as he held onto my free hand, I smiled up at her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hey, y'know I read somewhere that apparently taking amnesia patients to places they met the people they've forgotten can help them to remember," Lydia said as we were both sat on the couch at her house with Scott in the kitchen making a drink. "That's- cool," I said slowly, "I mean, I'd love to remember all of you" I shrugged as I had a sip of my hot chocolate, "Buuut" Lydia said, leaning towards me, I sighed quietly as I set my mug down on the coffee table, "But" I started, "If I remember, there are things I wish I didn't... Aren't there?" I asked as I looked over at her, "I mean, what happened to Allison? Why haven't I seen her" I carried on until I saw tears in Lydia's eyes. "I'm sorry I- I didn't mean to make you cry" I apologised quickly, she shook her head as she looked back up at me and smiled, "No, no you're okay" she whispered "Uhhm, (Y/N), there are things everyone remembers that they wish they couldn't, but it's those things that make you who you are, you accept those things as a part of yourself" Lydia said as she slowly took a hold of my hands, I nodded, smiling at her. "Alright then, drink up, we're gonna get the whole pack together and we're gonna go around Beacon Hills until you remember all of us" Lydia ordered as she stood up and grabbed her car keys, I grabbed my mug and drank my chocolate as Lyds spoke to Scott. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Okay (Y/N), this park means a lot to me, it was the place where I first spoke to you" 'Stiles' explained briefly as we walked in through the gate, the others had quickly said they'd wait with the cars as we pulled up. "Why's it so important to you? Did we go out or something? God, if I let you go, I'll never forgive myself, I mean look at you!" I said more to myself, "Aha you- you don't even know" I barely heard Stiles whisper. "Okay, you know what? Screw this! Screw it! This is the fifth place we've come at Lydia's request to try and get you to remember, screw it. I'm taking this into my own hands!" Stiles exclaimed, walking around, more like pacing as he threw his arms around. At the end of his little 'tantrum', he started to walk towards me, oh gosh golly...

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